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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
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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." |
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Backstage - Frank Sr. & The Champ
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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. |
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To The Venue
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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. |
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Backstage - Showtime
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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. |
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Opening Match – Tag Team Match
Omar Mora & Navarro vs. Varsity Club ( Jordan Britton & Max Weitz)
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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. |
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Backstage Segment
Singles Match – North American Championship Qualifier
Joe Valdez vs. Jacob Henry (Debut Match)
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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. |
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Backstage Segment
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
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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 |
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Main Event – Carson Woolery Promo & Brawl
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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. |
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Post-Show: Checking the Numbers
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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. |
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Later That Evening
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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. |
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02-11-2025, 03:58 PM
