NAWC Series One

The Black Tiger — also known as Drake, bills from Dimension X with a résumé that already screams centerpiece: first-ever NAWC Universal Champion, former All-Planets Champion, and once half of the GWF Galaxian Tag Team Champions beside his partner Daryoon. For more than twelve years he fought inside rules he believed in—until losing piled on losing and the team fractured, leaving him hollowed out enough to vanish homeward and hunt for a reason to lace his boots again.

When Drake resurfaced, he was not the same technician who shook hands in the aisle. Some whisper genetic alteration; everyone sees the proof—clawed gloves, sharpened incisors, and a predator calm that replaced sportsmanship with slaughter. A new mentor claims to have animalized him, stripping away hesitation until instinct drives every exchange. That teacher aims him at the very company Drake insists abandoned him, and the Black Tiger no longer cares whether the locker room calls it justice or revenge—only who bleeds first.

Moeru Tohkon — his name translates to the Fighting Spirit That Burns, and he wears it like a birthright from Cameron, Texas, where childhood nights meant satellite feeds of Lucha Libre until the masks and colors burned into his ambitions. The moment he had a diploma he crossed into Mexico to train under a former technico willing to beat polish into a tall kid who confused bravery with altitude. Two years of scattered rings and highway miles later he has essentially wrapped his rookie year in the sport—and earned a reputation for saying yes to any bout strange enough to teach him something new.

At nineteen, Tohkon treats the NAWC like finishing school: his mentor followed him to the bright lights to continue on-the-job seasoning, forging the habits that feed The BURNING SPIRIT, the running brutality of Spellbinder, and the blunt period at the end of a combo called the Rydeen Bomb. The office pegs him as a future main-event aerialist; he sees homework still undone—which means opponents get one chance to underestimate him.

Bloodstorm — From Preplanus, Draco—the same storied soil that gave the GWF Count Necros—Bloodstorm bills himself as bloodline of the Vampire nation, and he wears the comparison like a crown. He has wrestled for more than twenty years without showing the mileage, and whether that is genetics, smoke-and-mirrors, or something worse, the uncertainty buys him space before the bell ever rings. He has learned to weaponize the whisper campaigns themselves: let the crowd stare at his smile, let them count the years, let them wonder how much of the act is theater.

Then there are the nights the building lights die without warning. When power snaps back, his opponent is often unconscious—sometimes with two puncture marks at the throat that nobody can fully explain. Nothing has ever been pinned on him in a tribunal sense, but fear does not need a verdict to spread. Between ageless swagger, vicious clinch work, and manager Blood Rose waiting to exploit every blind spot for the Lights Out shortcut, Bloodstorm sells dread long before he collects payment with Blood Letting or the smaller Blood Bite setups spelled out on his card.

The mighty Belroc — stands seven feet of scaled arrogance from Cygnus, a planet that trains its fighters to despise Earth long before it teaches them a wristlock. He follows every Cygnusian heel who ever spat on human posters—only Belroc arrives with receipts: he was the first graduate of the Dreadnaught's Wrestling Academy, and he carries that banner into the NAWC like a challenge soaked in kerosene.

This reptilian powerhouse leans on more than height and four hundred twenty pounds of torque—his tail remains a legal weapon, cracked into sweeps, trips, and whip strikes referees still cannot ban without rewriting the code. He stacks power throws with submission lessons beaten into him under Dreadnaught's roof, and he enjoys the sound of pride snapping before the tap. New to the paid ranks he may be, but Belroc already swears other academy graduates will follow—and history will measure whether his cruelty can match the legend of the man who trained him.

The wrestler Madness also known as "Dillon" — and his brother Brock were discovered in backyard feds that had sprung up due to the ban on wrestling. The Mook, who was looking for talent for Magnus Colby's Underground CPC, discovered them. But after finding Dillon and Brock, The Mook decided to become their manager. So outraged was Colby that he refused to sign Brock and Dillon if The Mook was their manager. So they signed with NAWC to hone their skills. The brothers adopted the name Madness & Mayhem as their name, and it fits them. Brock is the wrestler of the two though he does enjoy to brawl and cause mayhem in the ring. Dillon on the other hand lives up to the name Madness as he loves high-risk moves, and will do anything to get the win, even if it hurts himself in the process. And with a man his size someone will get hurt when he lands a highflying move.

Mayhem also known as "Brock" — and his brother Dillon were discovered in backyard feds that had sprung up due to the ban on wrestling. The manager known as the Mook, who was looking for talent for Magnus Colby's Underground CPC, discovered them. But after finding Dillon and Brock, The Mook decided to become their manager. So outraged was Colby that he refused to sign Brock and Dillon if The Mook was their manager. So they signed with NAWC to hone their skills. The brothers adopted the name Madness & Mayhem as their name, and it fits them. Brock is the wrestler of the two though he does enjoy to brawl and cause mayhem in the ring. Dillon on the other hand lives up to the name Madness as he loves high-risk moves, and will do anything to get the win, even if it hurts himself in the process. And with a man his size someone will get hurt when he lands a highflying move.

Viper Vixson — Hailing from Andromeda 13, Vixson carries the Ani-Men heritage—and something stranger besides: unlike most of her kind, she can morph from the waist down, swapping muscle and stance for serpent coil when the moment demands it. She often slithers to the ring half serpent, half woman, a deliberate spectacle meant to rattle nerves and steal breath before hands are ever tied up. Once the bell sounds and she needs springs, leverage, and the angles of a striker, she morphs her lower body into human legs, trading exotic mass for reach and the runway she is honing for her chosen weapon—the springboard spear listed on her card.

Vixson runs hot: she has a nasty temper, speaks her mind, and will not hesitate to go after anyone—especially men—who insult her intelligence or treat her like scenery. She is still new to the sport and has entered the NAWC first as a valet, studying pacing, blind spots, and who still treats her entrance like a joke until it is too late. That perch will not hold her forever—her competitive instincts are loud, and full-time competition is only a matter of when she decides ringside has taught her enough.

Big Bubba — Hailing from New Krieghton on Alaara, Big Bubba Butcha is everything the scale suggests: six-foot-three, four hundred pounds, and driven by an appetite for life as large as his shadow. He is dead serious in and out of the ring, wastes no words, and gets straight to the point—usually through whoever is standing across from him. Before the NAWC knew his name, he cut his teeth in brutal Earth-side toughman competitions where flash counts for nothing and endurance means everything; those circuits sharpened a style built on pressure, mass, and the simple idea that if he keeps leaning on you, something has to break.

NAWC council member Bob MacAdue spotted him there and saw a future headliner if someone could channel all that horsepower into pro technique. MacAdue placed Bubba under former POW wrestler Kevin Kraven, hoping Kraven's discipline would temper the big man's raw power. The partnership showed promise until one training session went wrong: Bubba launched a splash from the ropes, missed his intended target, and shattered Kraven's ribs—ending Kraven's run as his coach on the spot. Rather than walk away from the investment, MacAdue hired Bubba directly and has guided his early career personally. In the NAWC, Bubba fights like a siege engine—he collapses corners, shrinks the ring, and trusts altitude and gravity to finish what his hands start.

Ciber Naught — the undisputed leader of the "GSF", Ciber Naught has made many enemies notably the lizard tag team called "Cygnus Rising" and Sam Moon and his "Alien Alliance" Team. A decorated former Sergeant in the Goldsboro military he led an elite Special Forces unit which he now commands in the NAWC. He is still a brawler and a power wrestler who has a lot to prove to himself and to the members of the "GSF" in the coming months. He first lost a major event called the "Contest of Champions" to a wrestler he could not believe could beat him, Brinson Faust of the country Aquala. This upset was the first time in over a decade that the country men of Goldsboro didn't control the Alaaran Government since the end of the planet's Civil War.

Only to add more insult to Ciber Naught and his group of wrestlers, Sam Moon has finally sent more competition with the long awaited debut of his son "Halfmoon II", up to the NAWC as well as Manta another powerful wrestler that is determined to take Ciber Naught's spot as the Goldsboro Champion. For the next "Contest of Champions", Ciber Naught has a lot on his plate this year and is hoping that with the help of verteran's Assassin X and the Hangman's progression in the ring that his own new finisher he can help hold off the outside forces and regain everything that he lost and believes is rightfully his and no one elses!

Azrael — has been wrestling for over 15 years. Throughout his years of experiences he has fought the good fight against all that would stand against him and his ideals. But now it seems that the countless battles have taken their toll on this holy warrior. His superiors recalled him to his home in order to assess his future in the sport.

After much deliberation and with a new training program in place Azrael has reentered the NAWC to finish his task which he was born and bread to do. By cleaning up all the filth that has sprung up all accross the galaxy, and also paying homage to the fallen angel and his followers. And though he still fights undermanned in his Holy War, he has a new demeanor. One that has seen him resorts to the same tactics his enemies use. In his own words "I will fight FIRE with FIRE, I will no longer sit back and watch this sport or this world be invaded by these foul beings, real or false". And so begins a new chapter in a long and hallowed career of a true HERO.

Keth Vale — was recruited to join Azrael in his battle against the forces of evil and is a member of the (Knights of Templar). They have battled anyone and everyone claiming to have ties to the dark lord. When Keth first started wrestling he came to the ring in a mask and medieval armor.

He has now shed the mask, though he still wears it to ringside, and favors wearing a t-shirt and jeans in the ring. He is a no nonsense kind of guy that is quick to anger. He has perfected a new finisher where while his opponent is on his back Keth gets behind him and wraps his legs under the arms and then crosses them behind the opponent's neck like a full nelson. It is a powerful move and no one has ever escaped the hold. He still employs Avenging Grace but to a lesser degree than he used to. Keth has also started teaming with Gabriel as the Knights Templar, and they have looked very good together. The future is bright for this young man.

The Mook — Was a former wrestler with a lot of potential, but like so many before him he got himself burnt out fast from fast paced lifestyle living on the road traveling from place to place. He was able to get a job with the CPC before the ban on wrestling as a talent scout. But like wrestling he just didn't have any luck. Then during the ban in early 2110 The Mook found two men on Earth that he thought had a lot of potential. But when he went to tell Colby of his find he was fired on the spot. He then sent video of the two to Colby and he liked what he saw.

When he went to sign them he found his former employee was managing them. He refused to sign the M & M unless they got rid of the Mook. They refused and decided to sign with NAWC. The Mook has also started to train with M & M and is looking to restart his wrestling career as well as manage M & M. And it seems Dillon has rubbed off on Mook as the Mook is trying a few high-risk moves to complement his ever-present chain. While The Mook might not burn up the singles charts it's his manager abilities that will take him far.