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**Bard** · 02-11-2025, 03:59 PM

Re: NAWA - Building a Legacy

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**Bard** · 02-11-2025, 08:42 PM

Re: NAWA - Building a Legacy

Episode 1: "New Year, New Challenges"
Airdate: January 4th, 2025
Location: Spokane, Washington

Backstage Meeting (Before the Show – No Cameras Present)

The locker room is packed. The entire roster stands in a loose semi-circle around Frank Allen Sr., who looks as sharp and intimidating as ever in his black button-down and boots. Some wrestlers lean against the lockers, others sit on benches, arms crossed, waiting. The air is thick with anticipation.
Frank Allen Sr. (clears his throat, then speaks with authority):
"Alright, listen up."
The murmurs die immediately. Frank Sr. has that presence—you don’t talk over him.
"Tonight is a big night. New year, new opportunities. And that means new stakes. We’re officially introducing two championships—the North American Championship and the Tag Team Championships."
Some heads nod, some wrestlers exchange quick glances. The ones who’ve been lobbying for tag titles sit up straighter.
"Now, let me be real clear about this. Nobody is getting handed a damn thing. If you want to be the first-ever North American Champion? You earn it. We’re running a series of qualifying matches over the next few weeks. The best of the best will fight for that title."
"As for the Tag Titles… I want real teams. Not two guys slapping hands because they think it’s the easy road. I don’t want to see some random pair thrown together because you think it’ll get you gold. I want teams that breathe tag wrestling. You step up, you prove yourselves, and you get your shot."
Frank scans the room, making sure every single wrestler gets the weight of his words.
"This company is growing. We’re not some indie sideshow anymore. We’re on our way to something bigger, and if you’re here for a paycheck instead of a legacy? Walk now."
Silence. Nobody moves.
"Alright then. Go get ready."
Frank turns and walks out. The wrestlers begin breaking off, some whispering, some already planning. Others? Already eyeing who they’ll have to go through to get a title shot.

Live on YouTube – Opening the Show

The show opens with a packed crowd, buzzing with anticipation. The lights dim, and Frank Allen Sr.’s music hits. The moment he steps onto the stage, the atmosphere shifts. The audience gives a mixed reaction—respect, but also the knowledge that this man isn’t here for nonsense.
Frank Allen Sr. (microphone in hand, standing center-ring):
"New year, new fights, new opportunities. And tonight, I’m giving you all something to fight for."
A pause for effect. The crowd waits.
"Starting tonight, we are officially introducing the North American Championship and the Tag Team Championships!"
The arena erupts. Some fans jump to their feet, others start chanting.
"The North American Title will be decided in the coming weeks in a tournament-style format. As for the Tag Titles, those will be awarded to the best team in this company—the team that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that they deserve them."
"No one is getting handed these belts. If you want them, you’ll earn them."
He lowers the mic, giving the fans a moment to process before heading to the back. The energy in the building is electric.

Opening Match – North American Championship Qualifier: Ricky Britton vs. Ace Dalton

Announcers: "Our first match in the North American Title picture—Ricky Britton, the old timey vet, versus Ace Dalton, the self-proclaimed ‘gold standard!’”
The bell rings, and both men circle each other. Ace goes for a quick tie-up, but Ricky ducks under, firing off a stiff chop that echoes through the arena.
"Britton showing he’s not here to play around!"
Ace stumbles back, shaking off the sting, before rushing in with a forearm. Ricky blocks, counters with a snap suplex! Quick cover—one, two, Ace kicks out!
"Britton trying to put him away early!"
Ace rakes Ricky’s eyes while the ref’s back is turned, then drives him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Ace takes control, slowing the pace, wearing Ricky down with a series of rest holds and precise knee strikes.
"Dalton is methodical—he’ll pick you apart piece by piece!"
Ricky fights back, feeding off the crowd’s energy. A jawbreaker stuns Ace, and Ricky follows up with a springboard clothesline! The momentum shifts as Ricky rallies, firing up the crowd. He lifts Ace up—
BOOM! Britton Buster! (Brainbuster)
Cover! One, two, three!
Winner: Ricky Britton (Advances in North American Title Tournament)
Ricky celebrates as Ace rolls out, furious. The crowd is hot—Britton’s one step closer to making history.

Carson Woolery’s Segment – Establishing the Champion’s Next Challenger

Backstage, Carson Woolery sits in a leather chair, the Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. The room is dimly lit—this isn’t a performance, this is real.
Carson Woolery:
"You know… I watched that match out there. And I gotta say, it's cute watching these guys fight over a belt that I wouldn’t waste my time chasing."
A smirk. He adjusts the championship on his shoulder.
"See, I don’t need a tournament to prove I’m the best. I’m already holding the proof right here. This? This means I run this place."
He leans forward, voice lowering.
"So here’s the deal. I want someone to step up. Not a guy looking for fifteen minutes of fame. I want someone who’s willing to leave everything they have in that ring just for the chance to take this from me. If there’s anybody in that locker room who thinks they’re man enough to be in this conversation… I dare you to come find me."
A tense pause before he leans back, eyes locked on the camera.
"Because if you do? I’ll be waiting."

Backstage Segment – Who’s Gunning for the Gold?

After his win, Ricky Britton walks through the backstage area, still hyped up. He turns a corner and nearly bumps into Brandon Burkett, who gives him a slow, unimpressed clap.
Brandon Burkett (smirking):
"Nice win, Ricky. You really think you’re cut out to be the first North American Champion?"
Ricky Britton (smirking back):
"Why? You worried I’ll take the spot you think belongs to you?"
Before Brandon can answer, Bryce Maddox steps between them.
Bryce Maddox (grinning, arms crossed):
"You two can argue all you want… but in the end, that belt’s gonna look a lot better around my waist."
There’s tension as the three men size each other up. They know they’ll be running into each other soon in the tournament.

Match 2 – Tag Team Match: The Goodbrothers vs. Kyle Marschner & Vinny

Woah! We have the NAWA debut of The Goodbrothers! The moment Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows step onto the stage, it’s clear they aren’t here to play around.
Kyle Marschner and Vinny are already in the ring, looking nervous as the much larger, much more experienced team steps between the ropes. The bell rings, and Gallows immediately floors Vinny with a thunderous big boot.
Kyle tries to use speed, ducking under Anderson’s clothesline and landing a few quick strikes, but Anderson absorbs them with a smirk before snapping Kyle down with a spinebuster.
The match is nothing short of dominant. After a brief flurry from Vinny, The Goodbrothers shut him down, finishing with a Magic Killer.
Winners: The Goodbrothers
After the match, Gallows grabs a mic, laughing.
Gallows:
"That was cute. Who's next?"
Anderson:
"We’re here for those tag belts, and until we get them, we’re gonna steamroll every team in this locker room."
They drop the mic and walk out, leaving Vinny and Kyle staring at the lights.

Main Event – Tanner Allen vs. Jaxon King

Tanner Allen is Spokane’s golden boy, and the fans make that clear the moment his music hits. He steps onto the stage, all energy and confidence.
Jaxon King, on the other hand, is arrogance personified. He smirks at the crowd, mouthing off as he slowly makes his way to the ring.
The match is a battle of styles—Tanner’s explosive offense versus Jaxon’s methodical, cocky approach. King controls the middle portion, grounding Tanner and working his neck. But the crowd wills Tanner back into it.
A quick reversal. A superkick. Then, Tanner hoists Jaxon up onto his shoulders…
The Allen Effect!
One… Two… Three!
Winner: Tanner Allen
As Tanner celebrates, the crowd suddenly erupts into boos.
Carson Woolery slides into the ring behind him, steel chair in hand.
CRACK! The chair slams across Tanner’s back. He crumples to the mat, writhing in pain.
Carson stands over his fallen opponent, holding up the Heavyweight Championship as the show fades to black.

Post-Show – Looking at the Numbers

The energy backstage is still electric, the buzz of a successful night hanging in the air. Some wrestlers are packing up, others unwinding after the show. The ring crew is already breaking things down, but the core group remains near the production table, waiting on the final numbers.
Tanner Allen sits on a folding chair, still rubbing his lower back after the brutal chair shot from earlier. Carson Woolery is beside him, championship belt resting across his lap, a towel draped over his neck. They’re talking quietly about a few spots in their match when Katrina approaches, laptop in hand.
Frank Allen Sr. is standing nearby, arms crossed, his usual serious expression in place as he watches the exchange.
Katrina: “Alright, got the numbers.”
She turns the laptop around so they can all see.
Katrina: “One thousand, two hundred seventy-three people watched live on YouTube.”
Tanner lets out a low whistle.
Tanner: “Damn… biggest yet?”
Katrina: “By a good bit. We cleared twelve hundred last month, but this is a new record.”
Carson, still catching his breath from the night’s match, leans forward slightly.
Carson: “And in the building?”
Katrina clicks to another tab.
Katrina: “One thousand, two hundred forty-four.”
The weight of the number settles in. A packed house.
Tanner looks over at Carson, shaking his head with a small smile.
Tanner: “Dude, remember when we were hyped over three hundred people?”
Carson chuckles, running a hand through his hair.
Carson: “Yeah. And now we’re here.”
Frank Sr. finally speaks up, his voice steady, measured.
Frank Allen Sr.: “This is what happens when we put in the work. And we aren’t slowing down now.”
Tanner nods, eyes still on the screen.
Tanner: “Nope. Just getting started.”
Katrina closes the laptop and pats Tanner on the shoulder.
Katrina: “Enjoy it. Next week, we do it all over again.”
She walks off, leaving the group sitting there for a moment, letting it all sink in.
They had momentum. Now it was time to keep pushing forward.

**Bard** · 02-11-2025, 08:45 PM

Re: NAWA - Building a Legacy

Episode 2: "Family Matters"
Airdate: January 11th, 2025
Location: Spokane, Washington

Scene 1: The Allen Family Home – Early Morning, No Cameras

The sun is barely up, casting an amber glow through the windows of the modest but warm Allen family house. The smell of coffee fills the air, and the hum of conversation can be heard from the kitchen table. At the center of it all sits Frank Allen Sr., his once-vibrant demeanor showing the toll of years in the business. Seated around him are his son, Frank "Joe" Allen Jr., and his grandsons, Ty Allen and Tanner Allen. Also present is Brandon Burkett, Tanner's best friend and a fellow wrestler, who has joined the family for this important discussion.

The kitchen table is filled with the sound of clinking coffee cups and the soft shuffle of papers. Frank Allen Sr. clears his throat, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. His hands are weathered, the marks of a long career in wrestling visible in the creases of his palms.
Frank Allen Sr.: "Alright, listen up, everyone. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I know my time as booker is nearing its end. The wrestling world has changed. It’s time to pass the torch."
He looks across the table at his son, Frank "Joe" Allen Jr., then to his grandsons, Ty Allen and Tanner Allen, before turning his gaze to Brandon Burkett.
Frank Allen Sr.: "I’ve been thinking long and hard about who should take the reins next. Frank Jr., it’s obvious to me you’ve got the experience, but it’s more than just experience now."
Frank "Joe" Allen Jr. shifts in his chair, trying to hide his nervousness, but his pride shows in his posture.
Frank Allen Sr.: "But look at the work Ty and Tanner have been putting in. I see them, day after day, working, planning, pushing the business forward. Hell, they’ve both got a fire in their bellies that I didn’t see when I was their age."
Ty Allen shifts in his chair, sensing the weight of his grandfather’s words, but remains quiet. Tanner Allen exchanges a quick glance with Brandon Burkett, who nods slightly, silently acknowledging their shared ambitions.
Frank Allen Sr.: "This company… we’re not just trying to build something local. We’re aiming for global. I want to see us rival the WWE. Not just AEW, but surpass what WCW ever did. I’m talking about creating a legacy that lasts beyond our time. And I believe one of you—whether it's Ty, Tanner, or Frank Jr.—has the potential to make that happen."
There’s a silence in the room. The words “rival the WWE” hang heavily in the air. The dream seems impossible, but not out of reach for a family like the Allens, who’ve been in the wrestling business for generations.
Tanner Allen: "I agree with you, Grandpa. This company… it’s something special. It’s just a matter of time before we can get there. We’ve got the talent, and we’ve got the vision. We just need to make the right moves."
Ty Allen: "Tanner’s right. But we need to be careful. We can’t just rush into this. If we push too hard, too fast, it could backfire. We need a plan, a strong foundation."
Frank Allen Sr. nods solemnly, taking a slow sip of his coffee.
Frank Allen Sr.: "I’ve been doing this for over 40 years. I’ve seen the highs, and I’ve seen the lows. But now I want to see the Allens leave their mark. I’m proud of all of you. But it’s going to take someone to steer this ship—and you three need to show me who’s got the right vision for the future."
Brandon Burkett speaks up, his voice calm but firm.
Brandon Burkett: "Tanner’s been working hard on the ground level with the guys. I think he’s got what it takes to be the face of the company. And Ty, you’ve got the smarts. You’re a leader behind the scenes."
There’s an unspoken tension between Ty Allen and Tanner Allen, two men who’ve grown up together, each wanting something different from the business. But both know this moment is bigger than personal ambition.
Frank Allen Sr.: "You both have your strengths. But it’s up to you, all of you, to decide how this family business is going to grow. One thing is for sure, the future is in your hands now."

Backstage - Frank Sr. & The Champ

Backstage, about an hour before showtime, the mood is tense yet excited. The crew and wrestlers are finishing up their preparations. Frank Allen Sr. is sitting in a quiet corner of the backstage area, having a private conversation with Carson Woolery, who has just walked in. There’s a certain calm about Frank, a man who’s seen it all in this business. Carson looks a little unsure, but he's always been a quiet storm, ready to make an impact.
Frank Allen Sr.:
His voice is steady but carries weight.
"I know you’ve been putting in the work, Carson. I see the potential in you. The fans see the dominance, but there's more to it than just being a powerhouse. You’ve got something about you that could take this company to the next level."
Carson shifts his weight slightly, trying to figure out where Frank’s going with this.
Carson Woolery:
His voice holds a note of curiosity but guarded confidence.
"Yeah? I’m listening. What’s the plan for tonight? I know something’s on your mind."
Frank Allen Sr.:
Pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he takes a deep breath.
"We need more than just a good match tonight, Carson. We need to send a message. And you—you're the one who can do that. But here's the thing—you’ve got a reputation, a mean streak. People respect that, but they’re waiting to see if you can back it up when it matters."
Carson’s expression hardens, but he nods slightly.
Carson Woolery:
confident, but still calculating
"I always back it up. Just give me the moment, and I’ll make sure the message is clear."
Frank Allen Sr.:
smiling faintly
"I like hearing that. Just remember, Carson, it’s not just about tonight. It’s about positioning yourself for the future. What happens next could be the start of something big for you—and this company."
The two share a knowing look as Carson stands up, ready to face the night. Frank watches him go, lost in thought about how much potential he’s still keeping under wraps.

To The Venue

The sound of tires humming on the highway fills the air inside the car. The night is dark, and the streets are quiet as the car moves toward the venue. Tanner Allen is behind the wheel, his focus set on the road ahead. Ty Allen sits in the passenger seat, glancing out the window as the city lights flicker by. In the back seat, Brandon Burkett is sprawled out, scrolling through his phone. The tension between the brothers is thick, but there’s an unspoken understanding that they have a job to do tonight.
Ty Allen:
breaking the silence, his tone casual but calculated
"You know, Tanner, things are heating up tonight. If you go out there and make a statement, it could change everything."
Tanner Allen:
glancing at him briefly before turning his attention back to the road
"I’m ready. But you’re not wrong. Tonight’s important. The future’s on the line. But I’m not looking to make a statement, Ty. I’m looking to make an impact."
Ty shifts in his seat, still looking out the window. He knows his brother’s determined, but there’s something about tonight that’s bugging him.
Ty Allen:
more quietly, almost to himself
"An impact, huh? Maybe it’s not just about the impact. Maybe it’s about controlling it. The bigger picture. You always see things like you’re already on top of the mountain. But sometimes... there’s more to it than just the climb."
The words linger in the air. Tanner doesn’t respond immediately, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel as his mind starts to race. In the backseat, Brandon looks up from his phone, sensing the shift in the conversation.
Brandon Burkett:
lightly chuckling to break the tension, trying to lighten the mood
"Is this a brother thing or are we getting some philosophy 101 from you, Ty? You two are way too serious for a drive to a wrestling show."
Ty Allen:
glancing back at Brandon, raising an eyebrow
"Just trying to keep Tanner grounded. You know how he gets. He’s always thinking big picture."
Tanner Allen:
smirking slightly but staying focused
"Someone has to think big picture, Ty. You’re not wrong, but there’s no time to play it safe anymore. We’ve got something special here."
The silence that follows is charged, but it’s broken by the sound of Brandon’s laughter, easing the tension a little.
Brandon Burkett:
"All I’m saying is... tonight’s show is gonna be a hit. You both have something to prove, but don’t forget to enjoy the ride. It’s wrestling. The fans don’t want to hear about stress. They want to see the action. And I can already feel tonight’s gonna be a good one."
Ty glances over at Tanner once more, his voice quiet but firm.
Ty Allen:
"You know, you’re right. This is about more than just tonight. This is about proving we’re ready for the next step. Not just for us, but for this company. And I won’t let that slip away."
Tanner Allen:
nods, finally allowing a moment of reflection
"I’m with you, Ty. But we each have our role to play in this. And I’ll make sure tonight proves it."
Brandon leans back in his seat, finally putting his phone down as the car moves closer to the venue. The future of the company, and their personal futures, are hanging in the balance.

Backstage - Showtime

The locker room is buzzing with nerves as the talent prepares for the live event. Some are finalizing their gear, others running over their match strategies. There’s a sense of excitement, but there’s also a palpable undercurrent of uncertainty. Tonight’s show means more than just a live audience. The pressure is on, and the locker room feels it.
Across the room, Max Weitz paces back and forth, clearly stressed. Jordan Britton watches him from a distance, clearly unfazed by the tension in the air.
Max Weitz:
grumbling to himself, clearly uneasy
"This is bigger than usual. Frank’s got big ideas for the future. But what if tonight’s a letdown? What if it all falls apart? I don’t want to be the guy they blame for that."
Jordan Britton:
chuckling, not taking Max’s stress too seriously
"Relax, Max. You’ve got this. It’s just another match, right? The crowd’s here, the cameras are on, and the ratings are good. Just do your thing."
Max Weitz:
stopping, finally looking at Jordan
"Yeah, well, that’s the thing. This isn’t just another match. There’s too much on the line. If I don’t make an impression tonight..."
He trails off, not finishing the thought. Jordan Britton shakes his head and smirks, clearly used to Max’s overthinking.
Jordan Britton:
patting Max on the back
"Stop worrying. Just go out there and make your mark like you always do. Let the future handle itself."
Max nods, but his nerves are still visible as he prepares for the show.
Elsewhere in the room, Carson Woolery walks by, giving Max a glance. There’s no smile, no words, just a brief, silent acknowledgment of the tension in the air.
Katrina enters, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the room. She walks up to Max and Jordan, checking in on everyone’s status before the show begins.
Katrina:
firm, but with a touch of encouragement
"Alright, guys, we’re minutes away. I need you all to be at your best tonight. Make sure your gear is ready, and if you’re not mentally in it, let me know now."
Max Weitz:
taking a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves
"I’m good. Just... a lot riding on this."
Katrina:
nodding, trying to reassure him
"I know. But trust me, Max, tonight's going to be huge for all of us. We’re making history here."
She turns to check on the rest of the locker room, her eyes scanning the talent. The pressure in the air is undeniable, but it’s clear that she has everything under control.
The locker room continues to simmer with nervous energy, each person preparing in their own way for what’s to come, uncertain of where tonight’s events might lead.

Opening Match – Tag Team Match
Omar Mora & Navarro vs. Varsity Club (Jordan Britton & Max Weitz)

Winner advances for a shot at the inaugural NAWA Tag Team Championships.
The crowd is electric as NAWA’s second-ever episode kicks off with high-paced tag team action. Omar Mora & Navarro, the exciting, high-flying duo, stand opposite the powerhouse technical team of Varsity Club, composed of Jordan Britton and Max Weitz.
The early exchanges showcase Navarro’s speed, using quick arm drags and evasive maneuvers to keep Max Weitz off-balance. However, the power of Britton comes into play as he delivers a massive belly-to-belly suplex, shifting the tide in favor of Varsity Club.
A hot tag brings in Omar Mora, who takes out both opponents with stiff forearms and a spinning heel kick! The action intensifies as Navarro and Weitz brawl on the outside while Britton and Mora battle inside.
In the final moments, Britton counters a springboard attack from Mora with a thunderous running European uppercut! Weitz then capitalizes, lifting Mora up for their devastating double-team finisher—a high-angle powerbomb-neckbreaker combo!
1…2…3!
Winners: Varsity Club (Jordan Britton & Max Weitz)
Varsity Club advances to compete for the NAWA Tag Team Championships!
Britton and Weitz celebrate, motioning around their waists to signal their championship intentions. Navarro checks on Mora as the victorious duo exits the ring, smirking at their competition.

Backstage Segment

The cameras cut backstage, where Frank Allen Sr. stands in his office, speaking with Tanner Allen.
Frank Allen Sr.:
"You’ve been making waves, Tanner, but I need to know if you’re truly ready to be the face of this company. We’re trying to go global, and that takes more than just talent—it takes a leader."
Tanner Allen:
serious, nodding
"You know I’m ready for this. I’ve been grinding for years, and I won’t let anyone take this from me… especially Carson Woolery."
Frank Allen Sr.:
pausing, studying his grandson
"Then prove it tonight. Don’t just fight him—make a statement."
Tanner nods, his jaw clenched. He turns and exits as the scene fades.

Singles Match – North American Championship Qualifier
Joe Valdez vs. Jacob Henry (Debut Match)

The arena buzzes as Jacob Henry, son of WWE Hall of Famer Mark Henry, makes his highly anticipated debut. Standing at 6’4” and weighing 275 lbs, Jacob is a powerhouse in his own right, and the crowd erupts when he steps through the curtain.
Joe Valdez, a seasoned veteran, isn’t about to roll over for the rookie. As the bell rings, he immediately goes on the attack, targeting Jacob’s legs with precise kicks and a chop block.
Henry, however, quickly overpowers Valdez, hitting a crushing spinebuster that shakes the ring! Valdez tries to fight back, but Henry catches him mid-air with a devastating World’s Strongest Slam!
1…2…3!
Winner: Jacob Henry
Jacob Henry advances to compete for the NAWA North American Championship! He knocked off a former World Champion JUST LIKE THAT!
Henry stands tall as the crowd cheers his dominant debut.

Backstage Segment

The cameras cut to Ty Allen and Tanner Allen, standing by a monitor, watching Jacob Henry’s victory.
Ty Allen:
arms crossed, raising an eyebrow
"He’s a damn problem, man. You sure you’re ready for this?"
Tanner Allen:
smirking
"I don’t care who steps up. I’m the one that’s taking this company to the top."
Ty doesn’t look entirely convinced but doesn’t argue. The two share a nod as the show continues.

10-Man Battle Royal
Vinny vs. Luke Gallows vs. Cody Marschner vs. Karl Anderson vs. Kyle Marschner vs. Kyle Jerome vs. Danny Ozuna vs. Austin Vanhorne vs. Ryan Reeves vs. Acey Romero

With a shot at championship contention potentially at stake, 10 men step into the ring, each vying for a major victory. The chaos starts immediately as Vinny and Kyle Jerome go after each other, throwing fists while Gallows and Anderson work together, trying to eliminate their opponents one by one.
Ryan Reeves throws Danny Ozuna over the top rope early, securing the first elimination. Acey Romero, the biggest man in the match, bulldozes through the competition, tossing Kyle Marschner out next.
As the field narrows, the final four are Vinny, Reeves, Anderson, and Romero. Anderson and Gallows reunite briefly to eliminate Reeves, but in the end, Vinny outlasts everyone, dodging a lariat from Anderson and dumping him over the top rope!
Winner: Vinny

Main Event – Carson Woolery Promo & Brawl

The lights dim as Carson Woolery makes his way to the ring, dressed in his signature sleek black gear, a cocky smirk on his face. He grabs a microphone and slowly looks around the arena before speaking.
Carson Woolery:
smirking
"NAWA is still in its infancy, and yet, here I stand… already the most must-see star in this company."
The crowd boos loudly, but Carson just chuckles.
Carson Woolery:
"You people can deny it all you want, but deep down, you know it’s true. Tanner Allen? Ty Allen? Hell, even Frank Allen Sr.? They all know who the real future of this company is… and it’s ME."
The moment he finishes speaking, Tanner Allen’s music hits! The crowd erupts as Tanner storms down the ramp, eyes locked on Carson.
The second Tanner slides into the ring, Carson meets him with a flurry of punches! The two brawl viciously, rolling out of the ring, throwing each other against the barricade and ring apron. The fight spills into the timekeeper’s area, security trying to separate them but failing.
Suddenly, Ty Allen rushes down to help his brother! He grabs Carson from behind, but before he can fully pull him off Tanner—
WOOLERY CUTTER ONTO TANNER!
The crowd is stunned as Ty crumples to the mat. Carson stands tall, brushing his hands off before stepping away, security finally managing to keep him from doing more damage. He smirks, looking down at his fallen rivals before walking up the ramp, his point made.

Post-Show: Checking the Numbers

Backstage, the atmosphere shifts as the show ends. The cameras are off, and now it’s time to analyze the real numbers.
Katrina, standing by a monitor, pulls up the YouTube live viewer count and ticket attendance. Ty, Tanner, and Frank Sr. stand nearby, watching intently.
Katrina:
scrolling through data
"Alright… we peaked at 19,000 live viewers on YouTube. That’s nearly double last week. In-house attendance was 2,800."
Ty Allen:
raising an eyebrow
"19,000? That’s insane for our second episode."
Tanner Allen:
smirking, arms crossed
"They’re tuning in because of me. Let’s be real."
Frank Allen Sr.:
grinning
"It’s because of us. This company is making waves. We keep this up, and we’ll be selling out arenas before the end of the year."
The scene fades with everyone focused on the numbers, knowing that tonight was just another step toward making NAWA the biggest company in the world.

Later That Evening

Later that evening, after everyone had left and the dust settles, Frank Allen Sr. looks out the window, contemplating the future of the company. Frank "Joe" Allen Jr. stands beside him, a hand on his father’s shoulder.
Frank Allen Sr.: "I see how much you care about this business, son. You’ve done a great job, but I think it’s time to let the next generation take over."
Frank "Joe" Allen Jr.: "I get it, Dad. I’m ready for whatever comes next. But don’t think I’m going anywhere. I’ll still be here, in the background, making sure things stay on track."
Frank Allen Sr.: "I know. But the time has come to pass the torch. Who’s going to carry it? I guess we’ll see."
The scene fades out, leaving a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. The Allens have a long road ahead, but one thing is certain: The future of their wrestling legacy is on the line, and they must figure out how to build it into something global.

**Bard** · 02-12-2025, 03:08 PM

Re: NAWA - Building a Legacy

Episode 3: "Bloodline & Breakdowns"
Airdate: January 18th, 2025
Location: Spokane, Washington

BACKSTAGE – PRE-SHOW PREPARATION

The energy backstage is thick with anticipation. Crew members hustle to ensure everything is in place, and wrestlers stretch and prepare for another night of intense competition.

In her office, Katrina sits at her desk, flipping through papers—contracts, match lineups, and sponsorship opportunities. A knock at the door barely registers before Vinny and Kyle Marschner push their way inside.

Kyle Marschner

“Katrina, you saw what happened last week. We should be getting bigger matches. Title matches. Instead, we’re sitting on the sidelines?”

Katrina

“You think spots are just handed out? Maybe prove yourselves first.”

Vinny leans forward on the desk, his voice low but filled with menace.

Vinny

“We will. Just don’t be surprised when we make our own opportunities.”

Katrina narrows her eyes as they walk out, leaving an uneasy silence in the room.

Elsewhere, in a dimly lit office, Frank Allen Sr. sits behind his desk, his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he goes over the latest numbers. He nods slightly—viewership is up, ticket sales are steady. A good sign, but sustainability is the real challenge.

The door creaks open as Frank "Joe" Allen Jr. walks in.

Frank "Joe" Allen Jr.

“Good news?”

Frank Allen Sr. sighs, setting his papers down.

Frank Allen Sr.

“For now. But it’s not about having one good week, Joe. It’s about keeping people coming back.”

Joe leans against the desk, sensing the weight on his father’s shoulders.

Frank "Joe" Allen Jr.

“And you think I’m ready to carry that?”

Frank Allen Sr.

“I think… it might be time for me to start slowing down. And if that’s the case, then yeah… you have to be ready.”

Joe takes a deep breath, realizing that his future in the company might be arriving sooner than expected.

MATCH #1 – TAG TEAM MATCH – WINNERS ADVANCE TO NAWA TAG TITLE MATCH
Varsity Club (Jordan Britton & Max Weitz) vs. The Goodbrothers (Karl Anderson & Luke Gallows)

The crowd is on their feet as the bell rings. Jordan Britton starts against Karl Anderson, locking up in the center of the ring. Anderson gets the early advantage, grounding Britton with a headlock takeover. Britton fights back to his feet, breaking free with a stiff elbow to the ribs before hitting the ropes and landing a leaping forearm smash.

Max Weitz tags in, and Varsity Club starts working on Anderson with quick tags, cutting the ring in half. They deliver a double suplex, keeping the momentum in their favor.

But when Weitz runs the ropes, Luke Gallows yanks him down by the hair from the apron! The crowd boos as Anderson shakes off the damage and starts stomping away at Weitz. The Goodbrothers take control, punishing Weitz with heavy strikes and power moves. Gallows flattens him with a big boot, and Anderson follows up with a jumping spinebuster!

Britton shouts encouragement, rallying the crowd, but The Goodbrothers keep Weitz isolated. Gallows lifts him for the Magic Killer, but out of nowhere—Vinny and Kyle Marschner appear on the ramp!

The distraction is just enough! Anderson turns to yell at them, momentarily taking his eyes off the match. Weitz capitalizes—ROLL-UP ON ANDERSON!

1… 2… 3!

Varsity Club steals the victory! The Goodbrothers are stunned! Gallows looks furious as he kicks the ropes, while Anderson slams the mat. Meanwhile, Vinny and Kyle Marschner smirk from the stage, knowing exactly what they just cost the former tag champs.

Winners: Varsity Club (Jordan Britton & Max Weitz) – Advance to the NAWA Tag Team Title Match

BACKSTAGE – TENSIONS RISING

Ty Allen storms through the hallway, looking for his brother. When he finds Tanner, the younger Allen is pacing back and forth, fists clenched.

Ty Allen

“Tanner, we need to talk—”

Tanner Allen spins around, rage flashing in his eyes.

Tanner Allen

“Talk about what?! That I got blindsided last week?! That nobody had my back?!”

Ty takes a step closer, lowering his voice.

Ty Allen

“You think I don’t see what’s happening? You’re letting this get to you. We’re family, we—”

Tanner Allen shakes his head, scoffing.

Tanner Allen

“No. We’re not.”

He shoves past Ty, storming off. Ty exhales sharply, watching his brother disappear down the hall.

MATCH #2 – NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFIER
Austin Vanhorne vs. Kyle Jerome

The match starts off fast-paced, with Vanhorne using his striking ability to wear down Jerome. A series of stiff forearms and a running knee to the gut put Jerome on the defensive.

But Jerome fights back, using his technical prowess to counter a suplex into a dragon screw leg whip! He follows up with a bridging German suplex—1… 2… Kickout!

The crowd gets louder as both men battle it out. Jerome attempts a top-rope maneuver, but Vanhorne catches him in midair—DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

He covers—1… 2… 3!

Austin Vanhorne secures his spot in the North American Championship match!

Winner: Austin Vanhorne – Advances to North American Championship Match

MATCH #3 – NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFIER
Brandon Burkett vs. Bryce Maddox

The bell rings, and Burkett wastes no time, rushing Maddox with a forearm to the jaw. Maddox fires back, leading to a heated slugfest. The crowd roars as Maddox gains the upper hand, whipping Burkett into the ropes and flattening him with a spinebuster.

Burkett, ever the opportunist, catches Maddox in the knee with a low chop. Maddox stumbles, and Burkett pounces, wrenching the leg with sharp kicks before trapping him in a half-crab submission. Maddox drags himself to the ropes, forcing a break.

Maddox fights back, his knee aching but his resolve unshaken. He powers Burkett up and drives him into the mat with a thunderous powerbomb! The referee counts—1… 2… Burkett kicks out!

Burkett rolls to the apron, using the ropes to pull himself up. Maddox reaches for him—Burkett yanks him throat-first into the ropes! Maddox stumbles back, coughing. Burkett, showing his raw strength, charges at Maddox and delivers a brutal spear! The ring shakes as Maddox is driven into the canvas.

1… 2… 3! Brandon Burkett secures the victory, advancing to the next round of the North American Championship Qualifier!

IN-RING SEGMENT – TANNER CALLS OUT CARSON WOOLERY

The arena goes dark, and the spotlight shines on the ring. The crowd’s buzz shifts to silence as the tension in the air thickens. Tanner Allen walks to the center of the ring, his jaw clenched and his fists balled up at his sides. He’s visibly seething, and the crowd senses it.

Tanner Allen:

“You know what? I’ve had enough. I’m done playing games. Carson Woolery, you’ve got something coming to you, and I’m not waiting any longer. Get out here and face me, man to man.”

The crowd erupts as they know what Tanner is about to do—he’s calling out Carson, the man he’s had issues with for weeks. Tanner’s voice is laced with frustration, rage simmering just beneath the surface. He paces, but his focus is solely on the entrance ramp. His body language screams that he’s ready for a fight.

Ty Allen emerges at the top of the ramp, his expression calm but with a knowing look on his face. The crowd murmurs—Ty has been trying to keep the peace between Tanner and Carson, but this feels different. Tanner’s fiery temper is in full force tonight, and it’s clear this is about more than just a match. This is personal.

Ty slowly makes his way to the ring, and as he climbs up the steps, he starts speaking softly, but his words are filled with the urgency of a brother trying to avoid a blow-up.

Ty Allen:

“Tanner, listen to me. You can’t let your emotions take over like this. I know Carson’s been getting under your skin, but this isn’t the way. We’ve got a bigger picture here, and that picture’s better with us as a team.”

Tanner spins on his heel, cutting Ty off mid-sentence, his voice roaring through the mic as he throws his hands up in frustration.

Tanner Allen:

“A team? YOU wanna team with ME? Are you serious right now? You’re acting like I need to be calmed down. I don’t need your help, Ty. I’m done being the calm one. I’m done holding back! I’ve been holding back for months now, and I’m sick of it. You think teaming with me is the solution?”

Ty tries to step forward, but Tanner holds up a hand, silencing him. He glares at his older brother, his eyes burning with frustration.

Tanner Allen:

“I am NOT your little brother, Ty. You may be older, but when it comes to this business, I’m the one who’s been carrying the load! You’ve been running around with your ideas and your grand plans, while I’ve been fighting tooth and nail for this company. You’re not the one who deserves to call the shots!”

Ty’s face hardens as Tanner continues, the words cutting deeper. But Ty doesn’t back down; he steps forward once more, trying to connect with his brother, trying to calm him down.

Ty Allen:

“Tanner, you’re my little brother. You’ve got to see that. You’ve got the heart, the fire, but you’re not thinking straight. You’re acting like you’ve got something to prove, and yeah, maybe you do. But I’m not here to fight you, I’m here to team with you. To help you, Tanner.”

Tanner Allen:

“Little brother? LITTLE BROTHER?” Tanner’s face flushes with rage, and he takes a few steps forward, nose-to-nose with Ty, towering over him. “I’m EIGHT inches taller than you! I CLEAR you by nearly SEVENTY pounds! YOU’RE the little brother in this situation. I’ve been carrying YOU this whole time!”

The tension in the ring is palpable. Ty stands his ground, but his jaw tightens as he tries to reason with his brother, but it’s clear Tanner’s not hearing him. He steps back, looking around the arena as if considering the weight of his own words.

Ty Allen:

“Tanner, listen, we’re brothers, alright? We’re in this together, whether you want to accept it or not. If we want to make this company something, it starts with us working together. We’re stronger as a unit. Let’s focus on what matters!”

Tanner glares at Ty, his breathing heavy, fists clenched at his sides. But before he can respond, a familiar, arrogant theme hits over the loudspeakers, and the crowd erupts in boos. Carson Woolery emerges from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand, smirking as he saunters down to the ring. He stops just out of reach, soaking in the disdain from the crowd.

Carson Woolery:

“You know, it’s cute that you two are having your little family discussion, but you really think anyone cares? Let me tell you something, Tanner. You’ve been running your mouth for weeks, and frankly, no one’s impressed. You want to go toe-to-toe with me? Fine. But remember, it’s not a fight you’re looking for… it’s a lesson.”

Tanner steps forward again, anger igniting in his chest.

Tanner Allen:

“You think you can teach ME a lesson? Carson, I don’t need your lessons. I need you to back up all that trash talk you’ve been spitting. Come on, right now, let’s go!”

The crowd is roaring, and Ty, sensing the impending chaos, steps between his brother and Carson, trying to push Tanner back.

Ty Allen:

“Enough, Tanner! He’s trying to bait you. Don’t give him the satisfaction! We’ll handle this the right way—together. Please, just—”

But before Ty can finish, Carson Woolery sprints into the ring, hitting Tanner with a surprise Woolery Cutter! The impact sends Tanner crashing hard onto the mat, and the crowd is in disbelief. Ty tries to rush to his brother’s side, but Carson is already backing up, his smirk wide across his face.

Carson Woolery:

“Tanner, you’ve got a lot to learn. And as for you, Ty—well, you can just watch. Watch what happens when you don’t get in the way. Maybe next time you’ll know better.”

Carson drops the mic, stepping over Tanner’s fallen body with an air of superiority. Ty kneels beside his brother, helping him up, but Tanner is seething, his fists clenched as he glares at Carson, who’s already making his way up the ramp, leaving the brothers in a tense silence.

POST-SHOW – BACKSTAGE LAUGHS & NUMBERS

The energy backstage is a mix of relief and exhilaration as the show comes to an end. The wrestlers are winding down, some chatting, others stretching, and a few cleaning up their gear. The buzz of the arena lingers, but there's a shift in the air. Tanner Allen and Carson Woolery, normally bitter enemies on-screen, stand together backstage, both grinning ear to ear. They’re relaxed, out of character, and reveling in the success of the night's chaos. Their rivalry on-screen feels like it was a distant memory—just another piece of the show.

Tanner Allen:

“You know, man, I have to admit, you really got under my skin out there. But damn, did the crowd eat that up.”

Carson Woolery:

“Hell yeah. They were hanging on every word, every move. You’ve got them wrapped around your finger, Tanner. You know it, I know it.”

Tanner laughs, clapping Carson on the back, the adrenaline of their performance still running high.

Tanner Allen:

“It felt good, didn’t it? I mean, I can’t believe they bought into me trying to act pissed at you. But I guess that's the magic, huh? They think it's personal.”

Carson Woolery:

“Yeah, man. I played it up like you were some kind of sore loser, and they ate it up like a damn steak dinner. The reaction when you went down—priceless.”

They both chuckle, the chemistry between them undeniable as they share a brief moment of camaraderie away from the ring.

Katrina:

“Alright, you two. I just ran the numbers—1,744 on YouTube tonight, 1,302 in the building. Not bad, but we need to keep this energy up. You two have got the crowd exactly where we want them. Now let’s keep them on the edge of their seats.”

Tanner and Carson both nod in agreement, the smug grins fading into more serious, professional expressions as they turn their focus back on the business at hand.

Tanner Allen:

“No problem. We’ll take it to the next level. They’ll be begging for more.”

Carson Woolery:

“Oh, they’ll be begging alright. And we’ll give it to them.”

As Katrina walks off to check in with other members of the team, the two men exchange one last look, silently acknowledging the work they’ve done to build the story of their rivalry—and the show that went off without a hitch.

FRANK "JOE" ALLEN SR.'S OFFICE – A BUSINESS MOVE

After the show has ended and the last few fans trickle out of the arena, Ty and Tanner Allen make their way into the office of their grandfather, Frank Allen Sr., who’s sitting behind his desk, staring at the numbers on his computer screen. The mood is quieter here, the calm after the storm of the show. Frank Sr. doesn’t waste any time getting to the point.

Frank Allen Sr.:

“Come in, boys. Let’s talk.”

Both brothers sit down in front of him, expecting to hear about the numbers or perhaps some business direction. Frank Sr. smiles at them knowingly, aware of the chemistry between the two of them—both in the ring and out of it.

Frank Allen Sr.:

“I was watching your segment tonight. It’s clear that the two of you have some real heat. Now, I know you’re not truly at odds with each other, but here’s the thing—we’ve got to make sure the fans think you are.”

Ty and Tanner exchange a glance but remain silent, sensing what’s coming.

Frank Allen Sr.:

“So, here’s the business side of it: Next week, I’m booking you two in a No DQ match. It’s time to get the ratings up and push the story even further. The tension between you two, the way the crowd’s been reacting? We can’t let that die down. This is about making an impact, and you two—well, you’re the ones who are gonna make it happen.”

Tanner Allen:

“A No DQ match? Grandpa, you know we’re not really mad at each other, right? This is just part of the show.”

Frank Allen Sr.:

“I know. But you’re brothers, and you’ve got the crowd thinking otherwise. They’re invested in your rivalry now. The No DQ match is gonna make them believe it’s personal. We’re not here to play nice, boys. We’re here to make waves. And that means blood, bruises, and big moments.”

Tanner leans back in his chair, looking at Ty with a mix of disbelief and excitement. He knows his grandfather’s right—this is a business move, and it could be huge for their storyline.

Tanner Allen:

“Blood? You’re really going there, huh? Fine. If that’s what it takes, then that’s what it takes.”

Ty Allen:

“I get it, Grandpa. We’ll do it. We’ll give ‘em a war next week. No rules. No mercy.”

Frank Sr. smiles, clearly pleased with the response.

Frank Allen Sr.:

“That’s what I like to hear. No DQ. The fans will eat it up, and when it’s over, they’ll be begging for more. But just remember—this is business. You don’t have to hate each other, but you’ve got to give them a show they’ll never forget.”

Tanner stands up, shaking his head in disbelief but clearly ready for what’s to come.

Tanner Allen:

“Alright. Next week, No DQ. I’ll bring the fight. And trust me, Ty… you better bring yours.”

Ty Allen:

“You won’t have to worry about that. I’ll be ready. Let’s make it count.”

As they leave the office, the weight of what’s about to happen sets in. No rules. No limits. A No DQ match next week—and everything will be on the line.

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