In the heart of Mohegan Sun Arena, Uncasville, Connecticut, the air thrums with palpable excitement. The arena, lit up with dazzling lights, echoes with the roar of fans eagerly awaiting the night's ANARCHY.

The crowd, a vibrant mix of wrestling aficionados and newcomers, is decked out in their favorite wrestling merchandise. They hold up signs that glimmer under the arena lights:

Sean Parker The Sky's the Limit:

Pariah: The Dark Horse Rises!

The Comeback King - Herschel Kiss!

Queen Dyson Reigns Supreme!

Battling for Anarchy's Soul Centurion

TODD: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another electrifying edition of ANARCHY, broadcasting live from the sensational Mohegan Sun Arena!"

BAMA T: "Todd, tonight’s lineup is nothing short of spectacular. We’re kicking off with a Fatal Four-Way that promises chaos and thrill with The Rickinator, Pariah, Barney Green, and Herschel Kiss all vying for supremacy!"

TODD: "Absolutely, Bama. Each competitor brings something unique to the ring, and this match is anyone’s game."

BAMA T: "Next up, tag team tango with the Steinberg Brothers strutting their stuff for the first time against the notorious Thugs. Now, in any other universe, we'd be talking strategy and teamwork. But hey, this is ANARCHY! So, buckle up for a rollercoaster of chaos, a smorgasbord of mayhem, baby!"

TODD: "No doubt about that, Bama. And let's not overlook the colossal showdown between Mr. Oz and a man with a lot of hype behind his debut, 'American Nightmare' Razor Blade."

BAMA T: "Todd, you're spot on about Mr. Oz and Razor Blade. That's gonna be like watching a bull lock horns with a tornado! But let's not forget the main event – Centurion, the battle-hardened former champ, squaring off against the relentless Madison Dyson for a chance to dethrone the man who won the open elimination match last week— “The King of the Skies” Sean Parker!"

TODD: "It’s a night filled with potential upsets, thrilling debuts, and intense rivalries. This arena is electric, Bama, and ANARCHY is set to deliver an unforgettable experience!"

BAMA T: "That's right, baby! Tonight could reshape the future of ANARCHY."

TODD: "AND IT STARTS NOOOW!!!"

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"Realize" By AC/DC starts to play as the fans start booing. Out walks Barney Green, dressed in his garbage man uniform. He slowly walks out and starts arguing back with the fans. He reveals his trash can and dumps a bunch of trash out of it onto the fans. He slowly enters the ring as fans start throwing garbage back at him. He waits in the corner as the music fades.


The lights dim, casting an eerie golden hue across the stage. Suddenly, amidst a burst of golden pyrotechnics, the enigmatic figure of Pariah emerges from the shadows, shrouded in a long, shimmering golden robe that glitters under the arena lights.

Slowly, with a methodical and deliberate stride, Pariah begins his descent towards the ring. The crowd is captivated, some cheering, others booing, but all eyes are fixed upon this unorthodox competitor.

As he approaches the ring, Pariah pauses, his head tilting slightly as if surveying his domain. He then ascends the steel steps. Once atop the apron, he faces the crowd, arms outstretched, basking in the mixed reactions of the audience, a smirk playing on his lips.

With a fluid motion, Pariah sheds his golden robe and slips through the ropes with a smoothness that contradicts his size. Inside the ring, he moves with a hunter's precision, prowling towards his corner. There, he crouches low, eyes fixed intently on the ring, every muscle coiled and ready to unleash his unique brand of chaos the moment the bell rings.


Ricky enters the ring with hands in pocket and a mean but grim look on his face.


Suddenly, "Push It" by Rick Ross begins to blare through the speakers.

With the lyrics echoing, smoke begins to billow from the stage's floor.

Herschel Kiss emerges from the haze.

He stomps his way down the entrance ramp.

The camera captures fans on either side, some cheering, some booing, but all reacting to the mammoth man making his way to the ring.

Midway down the ramp, Herschel spots a sign in the crowd that reads, "KISS THIS!" He chuckles, pointing at it and then motioning a kiss to the fan.

As he reaches the ring he climbs up the steel steps.

Entering the ring, he takes a moment before raising his arms high.

As the song fades, and the lyrics "I'm pushing it, I'm pushing it, I push it..." echo away, Herschel finds his corner of the ring and leans in, ready to push his next challenge to the limit.

(DING DING DING!)

The bell rings, setting off a whirlwind of action in the ring. Barney Green immediately locks horns with the colossal Herschel Kiss. On the other side, Pariah engages with THE RICKINATOR.


TODD: "This match is already heating up! Barney and Herschel are going at it like two bulls in a china shop!"

BAMA T: "Hey, that's my line, baby!"

Herschel uses his immense size to overpower Barney, but Barney's resilience shines through. He fights back with fierce chest chops, each eliciting a loud smack, but Herschel just absorbs them and fires back with a chop of his own that sends Barney staggering.

Pariah attempts to unleash his notorious brand of dirty tactics, hoping to gain an upper hand. However, Ricky deflects Pariah's underhanded moves, countering with remarkable speed. He unleashes a swift and precise Rickle, a signature kick to the side of Pariah’s face, sending Pariah reeling backward off balance.

TODD: "Rick Prudes is not letting Pariah get the upper hand!"

BAMA T: "Don’t count Pariah out yet, Todd! I hear he's crafty!"

The match escalates as Herschel catches Barney in a crushing Bearhug. However, Barney refuses to submit, biting Herschel's ear like his name is Evander to break free. Meanwhile, Rick executes a stunning Rickavision on Pariah, disorienting him.

THE RICKINATOR: "la la la la la la la la la la la la la la!"

TODD: "What a...move!?"

BAMA T: "I think my ears are bleeding, baby!"

Barney, now free, grabs a light tube from under the ring and cracks it across Herschel's face, causing the giant to roar in anger. Rick attempts to capitalize on Pariah's disorientation with a Round House Rick, but Pariah ducks and counters with a devastating Golden Drop.

TODD: "Oh, what a turnaround by Pariah!"

BAMA T: "Herschel is still standing! That's one tough mountain to move!"

Herschel, enraged, charges at Barney, but Barney dodges, causing Herschel to crash into the turnbuckle. Seizing the moment, Rick and Barney team up, hitting Herschel with a double suplex.

TODD: "Incredible teamwork! They actually took down the big man!"

BAMA T: "But only for a moment, Todd. Look, Herschel's already stirring!"

As Herschel slowly gets up, Pariah sneaks up behind Rick and Barney, hitting them with a double low blow. Herschel sees his chance, squashing Pariah with a Kiss of Death!

TODD: "Herschel Kiss with the Kiss of Death! Pariah's out!"

Herschel goes for Rick, but Rick counters with a stunning Rickabye Baby. As Herschel collapses, Barney swoops in, locking Rick in the Green Dream.

TODD: "THE RICKINATOR is caught in the Green Dream! Can he escape?"

BAMA T: "He's trying, Todd, but Barney's got it locked in tight!"

With Barney Green firmly applying the Green Dream on THE RICKINATOR, Herschel Kiss is slowly getting back to his feet, shaking off the effects of Rick's Rickabye Baby. 

TODD: "This could be anyone's match, Bama! Barney's got Rick in a tight spot, and Herschel is back up!"

BAMA T: "It's a seesaw battle, Todd! Every man for himself!"

As Herschel moves towards Barney and Rick, intent on breaking the submission hold, Pariah, who had been seemingly out of the action, stirs. With a sudden burst of energy, Pariah springs up, his eyes fixed on Herschel. In a swift motion, Pariah charges at Herschel and catches him off guard with a vicious Golden Drop.

TODD: "Pariah out of nowhere with that Golden Drop on Herschel!"

BAMA T: "He's like a snake in the grass, baby, just waiting for the right moment to strike!"

With Herschel down, Pariah quickly turns his attention to Barney and Ricky. Barney, still focused on maintaining the submission hold on Rick, doesn't notice Pariah sneaking up. In a flash, Pariah executes a clever roll-up on Barney, catching him completely by surprise.

The referee counts the pinfall attempt. 


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THREE!!!

(DING DING DING!)

WINNER VIA PINFALL - PARIAH!!!

BAMA T: "Talk about seizing the moment, Todd! Pariah waited for the perfect opportunity and took it!"

As Pariah's music hits, he quickly rolls out of the ring, a sly grin on his face.

TODD: "This was an incredible fatal four-way match, Bama. Each competitor brought their A-game, but in the end, it was Pariah's cunning that prevailed."

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THE STEINBERG BROTHERS RICKY STEINBERG & SCOTTY STEINBERG - vs - THE THUGS JOHN BLACK & TOMMY WISH Tag Team

TODD: "Up next, we have what promises to be an electrifying tag team match. The Steinberg Brothers, Ricky and Scotty, are set to take on the formidable duo known as The Thugs, John Black and Tommy Wish."


The lights dim, and the entrance theme for The Steinberg Brothers begins to play. The crowd looks towards the entrance ramp, expecting the energetic arrival of Ricky and Scotty Steinberg. But seconds turn into a minute, and there's no sign of The Steinberg Brothers.

TODD: "Uh, seems we're having a bit of a delay here. The Steinberg Brothers should have been out by now."

BAMA T: "Maybe they're just building the suspense, Todd."


The music fades out, and now it's time for The Thugs' entrance. Their theme hits, the lights change, but just like before, there's no movement from the backstage area. The arena is filled with confusion.

TODD: "This is highly unusual, Bama. Neither team has made their appearance yet."

BAMA T: "Something's not right here, Todd. Wait, I'm getting word there's a donnybrook going down backstage, baby!"

Suddenly, the titantron flickers to life, cutting to a chaotic backstage where the Steinberg Brothers and The Thugs are embroiled in a massive brawl. Officials and security are trying to separate them, but the four wrestlers are relentless, exchanging blows and shoving past security.

TODD: "Oh my! It looks like we've found our competitors, and they've started without us!"

BAMA T: "They couldn't even wait to get to the ring, baby!"

The camera captures Ricky Steinberg throwing Tommy Wish into a stack of production cases, while Scotty Steinberg and John Black exchange heavy punches nearby. Officials struggle to regain control, but the fight only escalates.

TODD: "Security is going to have a tough time separating these guys."

BAMA T: "They're tearing each other apart back there, Todd."

Ricky and Scotty Steinberg focus their attack on John Black, but Tommy attacks from behind with cracking kendo stick shots to them both.

TODD: "This backstage brawl is getting out of hand!"

Ricky and Scotty Steinberg try to fend off the relentless assault, but the combined might of Tommy Wish and John Black is overwhelming. In a brutal display, Tommy holds Ricky, while John grabs a nearby steel chair. With a cold and calculated look in his eyes, John swings the chair, connecting with a sickening thud against Ricky's knee.

TODD: "Oh no! That chair shot to the knee! That could cause serious injury!"

BAMA T: "Tommy Wish and John Black are trying to take Ricky Steinberg out of the equation permanently!"

Ricky collapses to the ground, clutching his knee in agony, as Scotty rushes to his brother's aid. The camera zooms in on Ricky's pained expression, his knee clearly injured.

TODD: "This is too much. Tommy Wish and John Black have gone too far. Ricky Steinberg needs medical attention, immediately!"

As officials and medical personnel rush to the scene, Scotty Steinberg tries to retaliate, but he's quickly subdued by security, his attention divided between the assailants and his injured brother. The focus shifts to Ricky Steinberg, who is being carefully attended to by the medical team.

TODD: "With Ricky Steinberg down, there's no way this match can happen tonight. The Steinbergs are at a serious disadvantage."

The camera follows Ricky Steinberg being stretchered away as a look of concern etched on Scotty's face who follows behind.

TODD: "Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for what you've witnessed. This was not the sportsmanship we pride ourselves on in XWF."

BAMA T: "That's ANARCHY for you, Todd, but yes, we wish Ricky Steinberg a speedy recovery. This isn't the last we've heard of this rivalry, baby, but for tonight, this match is definitely not happening."

At ringside, we see all three Thugs storming the ring.

TODD: "Here come The Thugs! What more chaos can they cause tonight!?"

BAMA T: "They're not here to play, Todd, that's for sure!"

As they reach ringside, The Thugs waste no time in asserting their dominance. John Black leans over the ropes and gets right in the face of the referee as Tommy and Reggie flank him from behind.

JOHN BLACK: "Start the count, ref! The fake Steiners aren't showing up!"

The referee, visibly shaken by the aggressive demeanor of The Thugs, hesitates for a moment but then, under the intense pressure, starts the ten-count.

TODD: "This is an unusual tactic. The Steinbergs are obviously unable to compete, and The Thugs are forcing the referee to count them out."

BAMA T: "It's a power move, Todd. I think that tonight's about making a statement that ANARCHY's THUG turf, baby!"

The referee's count echoes through the arena, each number booed by the crowd. Tommy Wish paces around the ring, sneering at the audience, while John Black continues to loom over the referee, ensuring the count continues.

The count reaches ten, and the bell rings, signaling the end of the match. The Thugs raise their hands in victory as the referee quickly exits the ring, eager to put distance between himself and the intimidating duo.

TODD: "And there it is, The Thugs win by count-out, but this isn't the way anyone wanted to see this match end."

BAMA T: "A win's a win, Todd, but you have to wonder what the repercussions of this will be. The Steinbergs won't take this lying down."

The Thugs exit the ring, their point made.

WINNERS VIA COUNT OUT - THE THUGS!

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MR. OZ - vs - THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE RAZOR BLADE Singles

People begin to bang on drums as they play his entrance music. It seems as if Oswald has literally paid for an entire orchestra, just to play him to the ring. After the first round of singing ends and the drums start off once more, Oz starts to walk to the ring, dressed in a large white cloak covering his body. However, instead of entering the ring first, he waits. He stands there near the ring floor next to the edge of the ramp. He slowly pulls off the cloak, folds it and then places it on the edge of the ring, next to one of the posts before climbing onto the apron and over the top rope where he goes to his corner, sitting down as he waits for the bell.


The lights goes out and hear a voice saying Wrestling has one royal family and when Kingdom hit's fireworks burst open and Razor Blade comes out wearing a American nightmare outfit and left his arms in the mid air and fist pumps in a fake air and he saw a kid wearing a Blake shirt and he takes off his American nightmare belt off his waist in hands it to the XWF fan and climbs up the steps in hops on the turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air and more fireworks burst once again and he gets inside of the ring and climbs on the top rope taunts some more and gets down and takes off his American nightmare jacket and prepares for a fight

(DING DING DING!)

The two competitors circle each other. Mr. Oz uses his power to try and dominate early, but Razor Blade's technical skills allow him to counter effectively. They exchange a series of moves, with Razor Blade landing a crisp dropkick and Mr. Oz responding with a powerful clothesline.

Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, plunging the arena into darkness.

TODD: "What's happening here? The lights are out!"

BAMA T: "I can't see a thing, Todd. Is this part of the show?"

After a moment, the lights in the arena suddenly come back on, revealing HGH, Harmon Greyson Hays, a formner Anarchy Champion, standing between Razor Blane and Mr. Oz.

Without warning, HGH strikes, launching an aggressive Double Dose on Razor Blade. The referee, caught off-guard, calls for a disqualification. 

WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION - "AMERICAN NIGHTMARE" RAZOR BLADE!!!

Mr. Oz is infuriated and charges at HGH. However, HGH, ever the strategist, quickly rolls under the bottom rope, evading Mr. Oz's wrath. He retreats up the ramp, a big, self-satisfied grin on his face, leaving Mr. Oz fuming in the ring.

TODD: "Ladies and gentlemen, what a twist! HGH has just disrupted this match in a major way!"

BAMA T: "That's classic HGH for you, baby! Always shaking things up. But what's his game plan here?"

The scene closes with the camera focusing on the frustrated Mr. Oz and the recovering Razor Blade, leaving viewers pondering the motives behind HGH's surprise attack.

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The camera cuts to a backstage area where ANARCHY General Manager Jett Sterling is seen briskly walking through the corridors. He stops in front of a locker room door, pausing for a moment before barging in. Inside, Harmon Greyson Hays (HGH) is seen lounging casually, seemingly unfazed by the earlier events.

Jett Sterling: "Harmon! What the hell was that out there? You think you can just interrupt a match on my ANARCHY and not face any consequences?"

HGH looks up at Jett, his expression is nonchalant and cool.

HGH: "Jett, I'm just making my presence known. This show's been drab ever since the caveman stole the spotlight, and things have only gotten worse in my absence. There's no denying that ANARCHY needs a shake-up, and who better than me to do it? Surely not that greenhorn and Big Oz! Ha!"

Jett Sterling: "Making your presence known? You call attacking two of our top competitors 'making your presence known'? That's not how we do things on Anarchy!"

HGH smirks, seemingly amused by Jett’s frustration.

HGH: "The show is literally named ANARCHY... Come on, Jett. I'm just giving the people what they crave. Shock and awe sells, and come tomorrow morning all the major news outlets are going to be buzzing about my return, and not the nobody or the never-was!"

Jett Sterling: "You want to prove yourself, Harmon? Fine. Next Anarchy, you'll face both Mr. Oz and Razor Blade in a triple threat match. Let's see if you can back up your actions when you don't have the element of surprise!"

HGH raises his eyebrow.

HGH: "Oh, great, sounds like fun. I hope they're ready for what's coming."

Jett Sterling: "This isn't about fun, Harmon. It's about respect and consequences. You want to be a part of ANARCHY? Then you play by our rules. You'll learn that the hard way next week."

Without waiting for a response, Jett Sterling turns on his heel and storms out of the locker room, leaving HGH behind. The camera lingers on HGH, who gives a hard-to-read reaction.

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CENTURION - vs - MADISON DYSON Number One Contender for the Anarchy Championship. Guest Commentator: Sean Parker ©

The arena dims before the opening chords of Wild Thing thunder through the speakers. The crowd erupts into cheers for the seasoned veteran how is about to make his appearance.

TODD: "Here comes a true legend of the ring, folks. With nearly two decades under his belt, Centurion is a master of the craft."

BAMA T: "This guy is the definition of old school, Todd. He's been through it all and then some. Let's see what he's got for us tonight."

Centurion steps out onto the stage. 

TODD: "Look at that reception, Bama! The fans absolutely love him!"

BAMA T: "How can they not, Todd? He's a legend!"

Centurion begins his walk down the ramp, slapping hands with fans along the way. Reaching the ring, Centurion pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before he climbs the steps and enters through the ropes. He takes a moment in the center of the ring, raising his arms and soaking in the adoration of the crowd.

TODD: "You can see what this means to Centurion. Every match could be his last at this stage of his career, and he savors every moment."

BAMA T: "He's a living example of passion and perseverance, Todd. A true warrior of the ring."

Centurion removes his entrance gear and begins some light stretches.


Madison Dyson saunters out onto the ramp as a plume of gold smoke filters out.

TODD: "And here comes Madison Dyson, as confident and controversial as ever. She's got that look in her eyes, Bama, the look of someone who knows exactly who she is and what she's capable of."

BAMA T: "Absolutely, Todd. Madison Dyson has always been about making a statement, and she does it with every step she takes, baby."

Madison Dyson then heads down the aisle confidently, bitching out any plebes that dare to boo her. She's often clad in elaborate feathery robes. The X-Tron shows a barrage of images of Madison kicking the holy living shit out of that abject loser Sean Parker and others, intercut with her name logo and a queen's crown laden with barbed wire. 

TODD: "Look at those images on the X-Tron. Madison Dyson kicking the living daylights out of Sean Parker and others. She's a fierce competitor, no doubt about it."

BAMA T: "She's more than just fierce, Todd. She's ruthless. Madison doesn't just want to win, baby, she wants to dominate, to prove she's the queen of this ring."

Once at the ring, she takes her time getting in, walking gingerly up the steps and demanding the official hold the ropes open for her.

BAMA T: "Madison Dyson is facing off against Centurion for the number one contendership to the Anarchy title, currently held by Sean Parker. She's not just demanding respect; she's fighting for a shot at the top spot."

TODD: "That's right, Bama. The stakes couldn't be higher, and Madison Dyson knows it. I'm sure, given her reputation, that she's prepared to do whatever it takes to secure that title opportunity here tonight."


"Ken's Theme [Metal Cover]" by ToxicxEternity begins to play throughout the arena. As the guitar riffs start to ramp up, Sean Parker steps out onto the stage dressed in casual street clothes. He casually strolls down the ramp, his demeanor relaxed yet confident.

TODD: "Looks like we're in for a treat tonight, Bama. Sean Parker, the new Anarchy Champion, is joining us for guest commentary."

BAMA T: "That's right, Todd. It's always interesting to get the champ's insights during a match, especially when it's for the number one contendership to his title."

Sean greets fans along the way with a nod and a smile, clearly in a different mindset than when he's geared up for a match. Reaching the ringside area, he doesn't slide under the bottom rope but instead makes his way over to the commentary table.

TODD: "No dramatic ring entrance for Sean tonight. He's here on business, and that business is to observe and commentate."

BAMA T: "And you have to wonder, Todd, what's going through his mind watching these competitors, knowing he will have to defend against one of them soon."

Sean takes a seat at the commentary table, putting on a headset. He exchanges a few words and handshakes with Todd and Bama, settling into his new role as a commentator for the evening.

TODD: "Welcome, Sean. Great to have you with us."

SEAN PARKER: "Thanks, guys. It's a different view from this side, but I'm looking forward to seeing this match up close."

BAMA T: "We're all eager to hear your thoughts, champ. Let's see how this unfolds."

(DING DING DING!)

Madison and Centurion start to circle each other, exchanging taunts and feints. Madison makes a few quick lunges, testing Centurion's reflexes, while he remains poised, not taking the bait.

TODD: "Here we go, the match for the number one contendership to the Anarchy title, held by Sean Parker."

SEAN PARKER: "I'm excited to see how this plays out, Todd. Centurion's reputation speaks for itself and Madison Dyson proved she's the real deal as well."

BAMA T: "Who’s your pick, baby; who you think poses the biggest threat to the Anarchy championship? The former champ, or the wildcard return!?"

SEAN PARKER: “In all honesty, it’s a coin toss for me, Todd. If Centurion is on his A-game, it could be a rough night for Madison. But she showed at the Holiday Havoc Special she’s not one to be taken for granted."

Centurion engages Madison trying to gain early control of the match. He smoothly transitions from a wrist lock to a classic armbar, showcasing his grappling skills.

TODD: "Look at Centurion's technique, a true master in that ring."

BAMA: “He oughta be, baby–the man has about a hundred years experience over his opponent!”

Madison, undeterred by Centurion's technical prowess, retaliates with her own brand of offense. She breaks free from the armbar and unleashes a flurry of hard-hitting strikes - a combination of elbows and a jumping knee strike that rattles Centurion.

SEAN PARKER: "And there's the response from Madison! Those strikes are brutal, I’ve felt those personally and it’s not fun, believe me."

Centurion, feeling the impact of Madison's strikes, adjusts his strategy. He attempts a quick takedown, but Madison counters with a swift kick to his midsection, followed by a vicious clothesline that sends Centurion to the mat.

TODD: "Madison Dyson showing her versatility. She's not just responding to Centurion's moves; she's countering them."

SEAN PARKER: "She has a knack for rubbing people the wrong way, Todd but there’s no doubting she’s talented. She’s adapting to Centurion’s style and he’s not coping with it so far."

Centurion, looking to regain the upper hand, quickly gets back to his feet. They exchange strikes. Centurion staggers Madison. He charges at her, but she sidesteps, sending him into the ropes. On the rebound, Centurion goes for a crossbody, but Madison catches him and uses his momentum to spike him to the mat with a powerful slam.

BAMA T: "What a slam by Madison! She's really taking the fight to Centurion."

SEAN PARKER: "Centurion just can’t get a foothold in this match so far, Madison has him well-scouted and is showing why she's in this match. If Centurion wants to stay in this match, he’s going to have to call on every ounce of experience he has."

Centurion, drawing on his extensive experience, reads Madison's aggressive strike pattern and finds an opening. He ducks under a particularly vicious elbow strike and,lifts her for a Smart Bomb. The crowd gasps as he executes the move flawlessly, driving her back down to the mat with significant impact.

TODD: "There's the Smart Bomb from Centurion! Perfectly executed!"

But Madison, showcasing her resilience and determination, refuses to be outdone. She rolls through the impact, quickly getting back to her feet. As Centurion approaches, thinking to capitalize on his move, Madison surprises him with a burst of energy.

BAMA: “That BOMB ain’t looking so smart right about now, baby!”

She launches a swift counter-attack, catching Centurion with a sudden and powerful Pele kick, knocking him back and halting his momentum.

SEAN PARKER: “Jesus! What a kick from Madison there, that Pele kick is something I’ve used before, it’s hard to execute and easy to get wrong but when you nail, damn it’s effective. Just when Centurion looked like he was turning a corner as well, Madison shuts him down.”

With Centurion momentarily stunned, Madison looks to take the offensive. However, Centurion, ever the tactician, captures Madison in a series of arm drags, followed by a crisp Saito suplex.

BAMA T: "These two are going back and forth. It's like watching a high-stakes chess match."

TODD: "Absolutely, Bama. Both are looking for that one opening, that one mistake from their opponent."

Centurion asserts his dominance over Madison Dyson with a series of impressive and powerful moves. He starts with the V Trigger, catching Madison off-guard.

However, Madison's resilience is on full display as she struggles back to her feet with an assist from the ropes. Centurion, sensing an opportunity to escalate his advantage, transitions into a Saito Suplex, lifting Madison with incredible strength and sending her crashing onto the mat. 

Feeling the tide of the match in his favor, Centurion attempts the Fall of Rome, a devastating version of the Walls of Jericho. He locks it in, trying to force Madison into submission. 




The referee checks if she wants to submit!

















"FUCK YOU!"

Madison fights back with all her might. She manages to roll under and flip Centurion off of her, breaking free from the hold in a stunning reversal.

They scramble to their feet and begin trading shots, in a crucial moment, she cunningly pokes him in the eye. The move goes unnoticed by the referee. This gives Madison a critical opening. Centurion, momentarily disoriented, backs away, clutching his eye. Madison unleashes a barrage of kicks, each one landing with precision and force, keeping the veteran wrestler off-balance.

SEAN PARKER: "Madison's really taking it to Centurion. She's relentless."

TODD: "Centurion's resilience is being tested here. He's on the ropes."

Centurion drops to a knee. With a sudden burst of agility, Madison leaps up and nails Centurion with a Step-Up Enzuigiri.

TODD: "Madison's with that stunning Enzuigiri!"

BAMA T: "Centurion's rocked, Todd. He didn’t see that one coming."

Seizing the moment, Madison quickly drags Centurion to the corner of the ring. She removes the protective cover from the turnbuckle, exposing the hard steel underneath. The referee immediately starts protesting, but Madison intimidates him with a fierce scream.

SEAN PARKER: "This is what I don’t get. Madison is clearly showing she has the skill set to hang with someone like Centurion, why does she have to expose that turnbuckle? This could potentially come back and bite her in the arse."

Madison forcefully positions Centurion’s mouth over the exposed turnbuckle, preparing to execute her brutal curb stomp.

TODD: "This is Madison’s vicious side coming out. She’s going for that devastating American History Yikes!"

As Madison backs up to take a running dropkick at Centurion, he suddenly springs to life, using his veteran instincts to move out of the way at the last possible second. Madison's momentum carries her forward, and she crashes into the ropes, getting tangled up in the turnbuckle.

BAMA T: "Madison missed!"

With Madison caught in the ropes and struggling to free herself, Centurion sees his opportunity. He takes a few steps back, then charges forward, delivering a thunderous V Trigger to Madison's head.

SEAN PARKER: "That’s what I’m talking about. Madison got too caught up in punishing Centurion than actually putting him away and the veteran’s experience is now shining through."

Centurion quickly goes for the pin, hooking Madison’s leg as the referee slides in for the count.

TODD: "This could be it! Centurion might have her!"

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THRE-

But, in an incredible display of resilience, Madison kicks out just before the three count, much to the astonishment of everyone in the arena.

BAMA T: "I can't believe it! Madison Dyson kicked out, baby! What's it going to take to keep her down?"

SEAN PARKER: "Wow, Madison is now showing her resilience. She’s been so dominant in this match but this is a different side. It’s all good being on top but showing what you’re made of when the chips are down is the mark of a great competitor, Bama."

Centurion realizes it's time to pull out all the stops. He slowly gets to his feet, his eyes fixed on Madison as she struggles to stand.

TODD: "It looks like Centurion is setting up for something big. He might be looking for the Fabula Nova Crystallis!"

BAMA T: "That's his ace in the hole, Todd. But it's a risky move, it takes a lot out of him."

Centurion, with a deep breath, hoists Madison onto his shoulders in position for the Fabula Nova Crystallis. The crowd rises to their feet, expecting the match to end with this devastating move.

SEAN PARKER: "Here we go, Cent going for the big one here, this could be curtains for Madison. How many opponents has Cent put away with this move before?"

TODD: "Countless!"

But as Centurion prepares to execute the move, Madison, summoning every ounce of her energy and ring awareness, wriggles free from his grasp. She slips out behind him and quickly rolls him up in a surprise pin attempt.

TODD: "Madison slips out! She's got him in a roll-up!"

The referee slides into position for the count.
































The arena holds its breath.



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THRE—KICKOUT!

BAMA T: "That was too close for comfort! Centurion barely got out of that one!"

TODD: "Madison's quick thinking almost stole the match right there."

Both wrestlers lie on the mat for a moment, each processing the near-fall. Madison, realizing how close she was to victory, quickly regains her composure and prepares for her next move. Centurion, visibly exhausted from the effort of attempting his ultimate finisher, slowly gets back to his feet.

TODD: "Both competitors are showing incredible heart and determination here tonight. What a match this is turning out to be!"

Centurion refocuses his strategy. He eyes Madison, who is steadily getting to her feet, and decides to ramp up the intensity. Without hesitation, he charges towards Madison, aiming to connect with the Busaiku Flying Knee, a move known for its brutality and effectiveness.

TODD: "Centurion is going for the Bloody Symphony! This could be a game-changer!"

However, Madison anticipates Centurion's attack. In a split-second decision, she slips out of the way, causing Centurion to miss his target.

BAMA T: "Madison dodged it! Incredible reflexes!"

Using Centurion's own momentum against him, Madison quickly follows up with a perfectly executed standing dropkick. The force of the dropkick sends Centurion reeling, his chest slamming into the ropes.

SEAN PARKER: "We’ve definitely got a match on our hands now, lads. Madison enjoyed a lot of dominance in the early going, it seemed to take a wee bit for Cent to find his bearings but he’s showing why he’s such a legend in this business. But Madison’s also proving she’s no slouch either."

As Centurion bounces off the ropes and stumbles towards her, Madison catches him and executes a Swinging Neckbreaker, bringing Centurion down hard to the mat.

TODD: "Swinging Neckbreaker by Madison Dyson! She’s got him now!"

Without wasting a moment, Madison goes for the cover, hooking Centurion's leg as the referee slides in for the count.

TODD: "Here's the pin. This could be it!"

The referee's hand hits the mat:

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NO!!!

BAMA T: "Centurion kicks out at two! This match is still going!"

TODD: "You have to admire the tenacity of both these competitors. They're giving it their all."

Centurion and Madison Dyson are slow to recover from the intense exchange they've just endured. They both use the ropes to pull themselves up, their movements are heavy with exhaustion.

TODD: "Both competitors are feeling the effects of this grueling match."

BAMA T: "They've been going at it with everything they've got, Todd. It's only a matter of time before something gives."

Gathering his remaining strength, Centurion rushes in for another attempt at Bloody Symphony.

TODD: "Centurion's going for Bloody Symphony!"

However, in a desperation move, Madison pulls the referee into her path, using him as a shield. Centurion is unable to stop his momentum and collides with the referee, sending him crashing to the mat.

SEAN PARKER: "Aw Aw jeezy peeps man! The ref just took that knee straight in the chops, fuck sake that was a sair one!"

BAMA T: "That was a sly move by Madison, but now the referee's down. This match has just turned into chaos!"

TODD: "The official is out cold! We need help down here!"

With the referee still down and chaos ensuing, Madison Dyson sees her chance to end the match. She moves in on Centurion, setting him up for her signature "Dead Bitch Walkin'" Cross Slam. The crowd buzzes in anticipation, sensing a potential end to this grueling match.

TODD: "Madison's going for the Dead Bitch Walkin'! This could be it for Centurion!"

However, Centurion, summoning the last reserves of his strength, fights back with sheer determination. He manages to break free from Madison's grasp, catching her off-balance. In a swift motion, he lifts her for the 1000 Mile Slam, executing a perfect Angle Slam in the center of the ring.

BAMA T: "Centurion counters with the 1000 Mile Slam! What a turnaround!"

TODD: "But there's no referee to count the pin!"

Centurion covers Madison, but a few seconds in, he realizes there is no referee to count the pin, his frustration grows. He reluctantly climbs off Madison and looks towards the ramp, gesturing and shouting for someone to come down and officiate.

SEAN PARKER: "Centurion's got this won, but there's no one to make it official. This is unbelievable!"

As Centurion’s attention is momentarily diverted, Madison sees her opportunity. She launches a surprise attack from behind, catching Centurion off-guard with her "Miss Feel Good" Arm Trap Neckbreaker. The move connects with devastating impact, and Centurion crumples to the mat.

TODD: "Madison with the Miss Feel Good out of nowhere! But we still need a referee!"

At that moment, Anarchy GM Jett Sterling rushes down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope just as Madison covers Centurion. Sterling immediately assumes the role of the referee, slamming his hand down for the count.

BAMA T: "Jett Sterling is here, and he's taking charge!"

Jett Sterling counts:

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THREE!!!

WINNER VIA PINFALL - MADISON DYSON!!!

TODD: "That's it! Madison Dyson wins it! What an incredible match, but not without controversy!"

BAMA T: "Talk about a dramatic finish, Todd. This match had it all!"

SEAN PARKER: “An incredible match spoiled by Madison’s cowardice in my opinion. You can call it good ring smarts but pulling the referee in front of you doesn’t give off a good look in my opinion. But it is what is and now I know something else about Madison Dyson and what to expect at Free For All.”

As the match concludes with Madison Dyson's victory, the arena is filled with a mix of cheers and boos. Madison, her energy still high from the win, stands triumphantly in the center of the ring. She turns her attention to the commentary table, locking eyes with Sean Parker, the Anarchy Champion. With a confident and taunting smile, she motions around her waist, signaling her intent to come for his title next.

TODD: "Look at Madison, taunting Sean Parker! She's made it clear she's after the Anarchy title now."

BAMA T: "She's sending a message, Todd, and it's loud and clear. Madison Dyson is coming for the championship."

At the commentary booth, Sean stands up, headset still on his head and he holds up the Anarchy Championship, pointing to it before pointing to Madison in the ring.

SEAN PARKER: “She can send all the messages she wants but it’s gonna be different come the PPV. Aye, I hear you hen, very good! But this title isn’t going anywhere!”

Centurion is slowly getting to his feet, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. He turns to Jett Sterling, who had made the impromptu three-count, and gives him a look of disapproval. Jett seems confused and somewhat defensive, shrugging as if to signify he had no other choice.

TODD: "Centurion doesn't look happy with how things went down. He's questioning Jett Sterling's decision to step in as referee."

BAMA T: "It was an unusual situation, Todd. But at the end of the day, the match had to have a conclusion, and it was Centurion motioning for SOMEONE to come down and take control, baby!"

Centurion, shaking his head in disappointment, exits the ring, his gaze lingering on Jett Sterling for a moment longer before focusing on the ramp. The camera cuts between Madison Dyson's confident and taunting stance in the ring and Centurion's solemn departure.

TODD: "Madison Dyson emerges as the number one contender, but this is far from over for Centurion."

BAMA T: "Absolutely, Todd. This is ANARCHY, and anything can happen. The road to our next championship match just got a whole lot more interesting!"

The show closes with Madison Dyson standing tall in the ring, her eyes fixed on Sean Parker, while Centurion disappears backstage.

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CREDITS: RAZOR BLADE