Alex Asher

[Pre recorded] The scene opens just after Hawk and Rayzah stop the beat down on Steven Jackson by Sheldon and Dresden. The sounds of footsteps running in the opposite direction could be heard as Rayzah and Hawk each reach a hand out and help Steve up. Jacob Hawk: You good? Rayzah: Man, you keep trying to play one-on-two, you’re gonna keep getting folded Steven Jackson stretches his back and lets out a grunt before fixing his posture and looking at the two men in front of him. Steven Jackson: thanks young blood, but I’m good, I’ve got reefa I’ve smoked that’s hit harder than them bastards. Rayzah: Wasn’t about saving you. Just figured — if they wanted to throw hands, We’d give ’em a reason to regret it. Jacob Hawk: I wasn't expecting them to take off though. They looked like they wanted action. Seems like they weren't too interested in a fair. Steven Jackson: Don’t even worry about that, I always get my lick back, one shape form or fashion, there will be some clap back action. Steven Jackson walks off away from the rookies who share a look of silent, mutual understanding. The scene then fades out.

The scene opens a week before summercide, Blacksmith and Hawk inside of the worn ring located at 636 Broadway. The two were training together in the ring locked up in a test of strength. Blacksmith(grabs hawk in a headlock): So you went to see him? Jacob hawk(attempting to drive Blacksmith towards the ropes): Yeah? Blacksmith(digging in his feet and holding his position): And? Hawk(continuing to do his best to break the hold): He seems to be receptive. I think there's a good chance he'll come around. Blacksmith:Good. You'll need friends for what comes next. Every revolution needs soldiers. Blacksmith begins to deepen the hold and slowly starts to crank Hawks head. Hawk: Yeah I know. I'm doing the best I can here. What do you want from me? Blacksmith: To do better! Hawk: I'm..trying! Hawk does his best to break free of the hold once more, trying to leverage his body weight as best he could. Blacksmith: Well try harder! Do you want to fight for a change? You want to prove you got what it takes? Do you believe in your revolution? Hawk:Yes! Blacksmith: Then fight for it! Hawk grunts out in pain as he drops to one knee before powering through and lifting Blacksmith up and delivering a back suplex causing Blacksmith to break the hold. Hawk reaches for his neck and coughs slightly between labored breaths. Blacksmith grunts as reaches for his back before making his way back to his feet. Blacksmith: Now that's more like it. Take 5 minutes to get yourself together. Then we're running some more drills. The camera fades out slowly as it pans away from the two in the ring.

The camera opens up on a parking lot with people setting up for what looks to be some sort of event. Speakers are being tested, folding tables are being unfolded, and trays of food covered in aluminum are being arranged with care. The volunteers represent a wide array of cultural backgrounds with a strong presence of people of color. Among them is Jacob Hawk, wearing a black-and-white a weathered vest covered in pins, patches, and anti government slogans. He picks up a heavy box labeled “BACKPACKS” and carries it over to a table, unloading them and placing them on an empty table. The camera cuts through the bustling crowd, passing by a group grilling food, setting up tables and other equipment. The camera lands on Mistico. He scans the crowd, then spots Hawk. A smirk creeps onto his face. He adjusts his mask and makes his way toward him. Jacob looks up, a bit thrown. Jacob Hawk: Mistico? What are you doing here? El Grand Mistico(shrugging with casual flair):I heard there was a charity event and I decided to stop by. You know Mistico—Mistico loves the kids. Jacob Hawk (raising an eyebrow, still unloading): Yeah? Well, we ain’t just handin’ out balloons and taking pictures. This is about real help. We got food, we got hygiene kits, we got fresh clothes, boots, blankets. We even got books for the kids! Jacob gestures proudly to a nearby crate. The camera pans down to reveal a box full of hardback copies of The Anarchist Cookbook, Assata: An Autobiography, and a stack of zines with titles like Burn the Crown, Feed the Poor. Camera slowly pans back up to Mistico, who stares with a cocked eyebrow through his mask. El Grand Mistico:....Yeahhh, right. Books for the kids. Jacob Hawk(completely serious): Knowledge is power. Mistico(holding back a smirk): Power's great, but maybe start 'em with The Giving Tree, buddy. They both share a brief laugh Jacob crosses his arms, giving Mistico a once over. Jacob Hawk: You know, I gotta admit. I didn’t have “Mistico showing up to my community drive” on today’s bingo card. El Grand Mistico (grinning under the mask): And I didn’t expect to be greeted with a box of revolutionary bedtime stories. But here we are. Jacob Hawk (chuckles): Hey, don't knock it. You’d be surprised how many kids ask for the one about dismantling capitalism. Mistico: Sure they’re not just looking for the pictures? Jacob Hawk: There are diagrams. Mistico(laughs, then nods approvingly): Okay, okay, I respect it. You’re doing real work out here, man. I came thinking I’d hand out a few masks, maybe pose for some photos. I see you got the whole community moving. Jacob Hawk: Yeah, well… someone’s gotta show up who doesn’t vanish once the cameras stop rolling. Mistico raises both hands playfully. Mistico: Hey, hermano, don’t lump me in with the suit-and-tie charity squads. I care about my community. Jacob Hawk: Hey you're here aren't you? Mistico: Fair enough A nearby teen calls Mistico over to sign a OCW magazine. He holds up a finger to Jacob. Mistico: One sec, Duty calls. He heads over, signs the magazine, takes a quick selfie, then strolls back to the table, cracking his knuckles. Mistico:Alright, bet. Let's get to work. They both chuckle and start working side by side, handing out supplies. The camera pulls back on the two wrestlers joking and passing out supplies together, surrounded by music, laughter, and community before fading to black.

The camera fades backstage after a brutal Extreme Rules match. stumbles through the curtain, clutching his ribs, his face bloodied and bruised from the war he just went through. Sweat pours off him, mixing with the smears of dirt and dried blood on his skin. Trainers and crew try to approach, but he waves them off, gritting his teeth through the pain. He keeps walking—until he sees someone standing in the hallway: The Last Blacksmith, arms folded, silently watching. Jacob slows, then stops. Jacob Hawk (through gritted teeth): You just gonna stare… or say something? The Last Blacksmith (calmly): You lost. Jacob Hawk (half-smiling despite the pain): Thanks for the reminder. The Last Blacksmith: You fought recklessly. You fought with anger… Jacob Hawk: Yeah, well... that's kinda the point of Extreme Rules, right? I gave that bastard hell. The Last Blacksmith (tilting his head): “You fought recklessly, you fought with anger…" You know, I would have liked to say that, but the truth? The truth is that you fought like a trained monkey, with the sole purpose of trying out absurd moves to get the crowd to cheer you on. Jacob Hawk (snaps slightly): What do you want me to say, huh?! That I lost? That I wasn’t good enough? I know that already! You think I don’t hear the crowd? The Last Blacksmith (pauses, then steps closer): You see.. again … “the crowd”.. what is an obsession for you? When you step into the ring, your only goal should be to finish your opponent. Not keep him alive. Finish him, as soon as you have the chance. Instead... you played with him, got screwed by DNS and well, you went ass down my friend. So to answer your question…what you need to say… is nothing. What you need to do… is learn. Pain is a teacher, kid. And tonight, you got schooled. Jacob Hawk (angry but listening): So what, are you giving out advice now? Thought you were done with all this. The Last Blacksmith: I am done. You are right. Good luck with everything… Jacob Hawk: Is that what you became? A coward? After everything you have been through? I have those eyes that you no longer have. I have that desire to burn the world and make my name legendary. I have all that desire and passion that you have lost. And even if you don't see it, and you think I'm a trained monkey, I will prove it. Jacob starts to leave but Blacksmith's voice stops him The Last Blacksmith : Next Monday. 636 Broadway, h.8:00. Don’t be late. Jacob looks at Blacksmith in confusion The Last Blacksmith : The ring is not the best, but it will be enough. Show me if what you say is true… Blacksmith leaves and the scene fades

[The camera opens backstage after the conclusion of the match between The Last Blacksmith and BASH. Jacob hawk can be seen sitting on top of a crate with headphones on. The Last Blacksmith walks through the curtain to the backstage with the sound of faint cheers from the arena crowd behind him. Jacob Hawk looks up and stands up from the crate before approaching The Last Blacksmith.] Jacob Hawk: Hey man, you got a minute? The Last Blacksmith: It depends… Jacob Hawk: I just wanted to say I saw your match. You kicked ass. It's nice to see someone giving that DNS freak ass whooping he deserved. The Last Blacksmith: Thanks kid.. Jacob Hawk: I have to deal with another frog-faced Frankenstein freak, Belakor. I swear when I get my hands on him I'm going to stop his head through the mat! The Last Blacksmith: Then good luck.. I guess Blacksmith starts to leave but Jacob continues Jacob Hawk: It sucks tonight was your last match. I liked watching you out there. You know how to take a hit and get back up again and again! The Last Blacksmith: ok kid, listen to me. it's been a battle out there, and now I have no intention of interacting. Jacob Hawk: Alright man, well I'm not going to take up much of your time. Maybe we'll talk again? The Last Blacksmith: Maybe… The camera fades out as The Last Blacksmith walks away and Jacob Hawk hops back on the crate.

The scene opens in the locker backstage locker room. Asher has his phone to his ear, looking as if he were in some kind of distress. His face was clearly a bit red and he was pacing back and forth. Alex:What? What! What the hell are you even talking about? Are you serious? Don't you try and bs me. I've been through this kind of thing before Marisa. Plastic surgeon? Really? You think I'm dumb enough to… Just as the conversation was starting to heat up, The Iceman Nate Mac walks up and stares at Asher with a slight smirk on his face. He seemed to not be able to hold back on a slight chuckle. Noticing this, Asher hung up the phone but not before telling Marisa that the conversation was not over. Alex:What the hell? Do you think this is funny huh? Nate Mac Oh, who, me? I was just thinking that it musta been a little um, chilly that day you were prancing through the locker room area in your little hand towel. Mac pauses then smiles his familiar wolf like snarl forms on his face. Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt something important? Sounded Like some trouble in Thot paradise. Mac reaches out and grasps Asher’s shoulder with just enough assertive force to establish dominance, and stares into Asher’s face Maybe, it’s just not worth it and you walk away. You don’t want to draw negative attention to yourself, you never know who’s watching. Asher shrugs the Iceman’s hand off his shoulder and forcefully brushes his arm away Is that a threat!? What do you mean who’s watching? Sounds like you might know more than you’re letting on. Nate Mac I’m just speaking with experience, I don’t know if you haven’t seen, but I’ve got some stalkers of my own out there, you just never know. Mac looks at Asher with menace, then he looks at the watch on his wrist, then smiles and chuckles. Shit, looks like I got some place to be. Watch yourself Chilly Willy, watch yourself. Mac turns and walks away leaving Asher standing alone, trying to process what just happened

The scene opens on the back of man wearing a black shirt with slashes and text saying “Lover boy” on the back. As the camera fully opens we can see the trademark spiked hair of a certain lover boy. It was none other than Alex Asher. Asher could be seen lifting some 75 lbs dumbbells. As Asher finishes his set he turns and see a woman with bright red hair walk into the gym. Asher tried to think of where he might have seen this woman before but he can’t quite place it. Then, suddenly it hit him, it was the same girl he winked at after him and Sparks got a win over Trance. Asher wondered what she could have been doing here. He figured she was just a fan or something. He figured he would walk up and try his “lover boy” charm on her. As Asher walks towards her he smiles warmly Asher:Hey, sorry to bother you but do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar. The woman looked up at Asher and smiled back softly. Woman:Umm yeah. I saw you and your partner at the show on Turmoil not too long ago. You're Asher Alex right? Man, when you lifted that big guy above your head like that it was awesome. Asher:It's Alex Asher, but thanks. I'm feeling sore just thinking about how heavy that guy was. The woman starts to laugh and Asher joins in. Asher:So I haven't seen you since that night at the show. What are you doing at the performance center? I thought you were just a fan. Woman:I am a fan. Well, sort of. I'm in developmental right now. I've been following OCW for a while and I always wanted to be a wrestler for a big promotion. I finally got my chance when one of the coaches called me because he had seen some of my Indie shows. So, here I am. Asher: That's awesome. Maybe you'll get to wrestle Valk or Ashley Moore. They're some of the best wrestlers in OCW. Well that is if you plan on coming to the home of Turmoil or as some would say, Thirstmoil. Woman:Yeah that sounds cool. I don't plan on just facing other women though. If they allow me, I don't mind going toe to toe with someone like Trance or B17. I'm not one of those girls to back down so quick. You know? Asher:Yeah I got you. It's nice to see more people like you. I hope you make it. What's your name by the way? Amber:Oh sorry, My name's Amber. Amber once again smiles and looked over at the ring then back at him. Asher:Well Amber, Maybe we can get together and train sometime. You could teach me some things and I can do the same for you. Amber: That would be great. Asher: Alright, so I'll let you get back to it. See you later. Amber: See you later... Asher began walking away heading back to his dumbbells. He turned back as he could have sworn he heard Amber say something under her breath as he walked away. He though she might have said “lover boy…”

The camera opens on Asher, he is sitting down in his small little apartment. Asher sat up off of his bed and looked to his right to see a woman with blonde hair. She had the blanket which was white covered in red hearts over herself. Alex then looked to his leftt and saw the same woman. Apparently he managed to get a bit lucky last night. It had been a long time since he had been with twins. However, he would not remember a single thing. Alex slowly attempted to get out of the bed. This cause the lady on the left to reach her arm for him. Luckily enough, for him, he would slip through just in time and stand up after getting out of bed. Asher then reached down and picked up his shorts and put them on. He then made his was into the living room and sat down at the dining room table. His back faced the door as he put his arms on the table and placed his head atop them. His head was still aching from the night before. After a few moments his head rose once more as his eyes met the picture of his father holding a young Asher up on his shoulders. Young Asher would have a trophy in his hands and a large smile on his face. A smiled stretched across Alex's face as he remembered back to the good times, before things were so complicated. Almost Asher's whole life had been spent in gym. His father was a well accomplished Muay Thai martial artist. He would compete in tournaments all across Puerto Rico and America. He made himself well known in the world of martial arts during his travels and multiple wins. Eventually he settled down in the United States and met Asher's mother, a young and ambitious actress. Soon after Asher was born his father opened up his own Muay Thai gym. As soon as Asher was old enough to walk he was training. Always trying to be better than his father, he had always strived to make his father proud. Almost as soon as Asher began he was a prodigy, he excelled in nearly every aspect Muay Thai. One thing he often leaned toward was kicks, especially the flashy ones. As Asher's teenage years began to come around he began to stop enjoying competition. All the years of pressure from his father had made it hard on Asher. Asher began taking a liking to his mother's bright lights and action packed lifestyle. He would begin to attend many parties in his highschool years leading to his father's disappointment. However, this didn't stop Asher from enjoying his new lifestyle. One aspect of the wild lifestyle Alex began to chase after was the women and sometime men. Almost every single night Asher went to a party he left with a new women on his arms. Soon he began to get the name “Lover Boy,” by the time he was a senior he had been with every single girl in his highschool of 236, half of which were female. When Asher finished high school he had no plan in following Muay Thai or going to college. Instead, his life would be filled with nothing but wild parties and different partners every night. That all changed when after one long night of partying he got a phone call that would change his life forever. The night Asher was out partying and doing God knows what, his father had fallen down the stairs and fell into a coma. It didn't take Alex's long to drive from his apartment in New York back to his home state of Washington. When Asher finally saw his father in the hospital it broke his heart, he felt incredibly terrible for what he had done to his father. Never had he felt such shame in his entire life for not following in his father's footsteps. All his father wanted to see him do was grow into a successful young man. All he had done with his life so far was waste it. It was then that Asher would look up and see a commercial for a wrestling promotion called OCW. It was then he got an idea, he could both prove his worth to his father and himself while still managing his Muay Thai and still have his “Lover Boy” identity. Asher gripped his father's hand and kissed his forehead and promised he wouldn't fail him again. As Asher continued to think about the past he wouldn't have heard the two women from before. Wake up and approach him from behind from each side. Woman1:Come back to bed. Woman2:Yeah, we miss you Asher:I'll be back in just a second ladies. The two women let out a soft sigh as they both kissed his neck from each side and began to walk back into the bedroom. The camera then started to fade out as Asher began walking back into the bedroom as he slowly removed his shorts.