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Anarchy 2-9-23 - "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane - 02-11-2023 02-09-2023 LIVE FROM THE CANADA LIFE CENTRE WINNIPEG, MANITOBA, CANADA FEATURING: THE THUGS ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION! ASTRA - vs - THE ATOMIC BAT - vs - SUENE EL MOLDE GINA VAN ZYL - vs - JOHN GRAYSON - vs - CLETUS APHRIYA ADLER - vs - LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA Shoot Fight Match! MMA rules inside of an Octagon! HGH - vs - LORD RAAB - vs - MASTERMIND RUBY - vs - SIDNEY GREY Blindfold Match! The competitors will be blindfolded and will have to rely on the fans to help them find their opponent! JASON CASHE - vs - JENNY MYST OOC: ANARCHY RULES is 1 RP with a 1K WORD LIMIT unless stated otherwise. Tag Team matches require one collab RP per team rather than two separate ones. Hard deadline for Anarchy will be WEDNESDAY, 2-08-2023 at 11:59pm board time. Good luck! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!!!! Every firework and pyro fanatic’s wet dream obliterates the night sky in Winnipeg!!! CamBot drones fly around the arena and find fans who have brought there signs… PLEASE DON’T GO RUBY!!! JENNY MYST HAS AN ONLYFANS IS APHRIYA ADLER SINGLE??? GINA VAN ZYL MORE LIKE GINA VAN DEEZ NUTS! HGH HAS STEROID PEEPEE The drones finally make their way to the announce booth, where they find XWF owner and Anarchy head honcho “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane sitting beside his broadcast partner Bama T., who, as always, has the adorable chihuahua Sassafras in his lap. Vinnie Lane: Ladies and gents it is TIME for the Thursday Thriller, XWF Anarchy! Tonight we have some great action as the XWF X-Treme Title is up for grabs in the main event - Jenny Myst has come to the brand to defend against Anarchy standout Jason Cashe! Bama: That’s a great match, and we got more… three different triple threats to set the mood! We got Sueñe El Molde, Astra, The Atomic Bat, Mastermind, HGH, Lord Raab, Gina Van Zyl, Cletus, John Grayson… all in triangle matches! Plus we got us a SHOOT FIGHT between Adler and LSM! That’s gonna get HOG WILD! Vinnie Lane: Most importantly of all though, the face of Anarchy herself, Ruby, is giving us one last match here tonight before taking off for the next leg of her life and career… and it’s against Sidney Grey, the woman who many think cost Rubes the Anarchy Title at Snow Job! Before all of that though… Anarchy Champion Tommy Wish wants to celebrate… in style!! We see the cameras pan around the arena, and we see Tommy coming down into the stage, with him holding the Anarchy Championship over his head. Then he signals JB and Reggie to come out with him, and Reggie raised his fist in the air while noddin to the new theme, while JB was mean muggin the camera and praising that they are the “REAL ANARCHIST” of XWF and they walk down to the ring, while the fans are giving mixed reactions towards the THUGS. As the three men enter the ring, Tommy taunts the Anarchy title to everyone who all still gave him mixed jeers as Reggie gets handed three mics from the outside. Reggie handed mics to JB and Tommy, who held the belt on his left shoulder as the theme dies down. Reggie: Look everyone at home, and the people in the area, WE all made some history last Snowjob last month. We captured something that wasn't even a possibility at all, and you know what before I go on, I got something to ask you JB… why did you kick me out of the lumberjack match? JB: Wait what? Me kick you out of that match?... man, I wanted to call it down the middle, plus the lumberjacks decided to fuck on one another for the sake of being fucked on. Are you still heated about that shit, Reg? Reggie: Hell yeah patna, I was pissed but you know what… fuck it, with or without my help you did the right thing and WE captured Anarchy’s very own belt, with Tommy bein the team lead of this shit. What do you have to say for yourself, T? Tommy: Not much to say honestly, but what I want to say is those who I offend with the term Fetish Lock… fuck you, its a name… but for the sake of FCC and those who aren’t a fan of that term, i’m gonna redub it… THE RUBY LOCK! Then the three men all start to laugh up a storm, as the fans are now showing a bit of love by chanting their names THUGS in unison. Then T hands the belt to Reggie, who then started to lean on one side with how heavy it was jokingly stumbling around, and he hands back the belt to Tommy as he leans on the corner. Then he picks up the mic, while holding the Anarchy belt in his hand. Tommy: Listen fellas, like I said in the past this is a victory for ALL of us, singles belt or tag belts, shit maybe we might have to make plan to be an uninvited guest at Madness show and Suge Knight whomever are the Trios Champions at a balcony somewhere. I joke with that shit, but on the real… JB, I want you to know and Reggie be my witness for this… if it wasn’t for you and Reggie, I wouldn’t be boterhing to wrestle when times got rough for me. You both pushed me to my own limits of fucks to spare, and to these fans who been down with us three since day one… and all the hanger ons who want to hate on us… this is for you! Tommy the poses with the belt with his hand over his head, where he points to the crowd who he says “FUCK YOU TOO!” with a grin on his face, as the camera cuts to a five year old kid who smiled and gave him a finger towards him. Then it cuts back to Tommy looking at the Anarchy title, like how he did when he was X-Treme champion back then, and he hands it to JB. JB didn’t want to hold it, but Tommy just shoves it on his chest, and JB looked on with confusion. JB: Hey man, I don’t feel right bout holdin your belt… Tommy: Dude, don’t be a punk at a time like this, you were the one who ref the match with Ruby’s House Of Cards wannabe Centy… you called it down the middle… so you are part of this shit! JB: Alright, alright… thats fine, but just know that YOU have to be defending this shit alone. Me and Reggie can’t bail you out of this again, but that doesn’t mean we’ll not support you anyway we can… so Tommy, consider this as your crowning moment for Anarchy, because for a man like me… a man who had NO major title accomplishments to speak of in XWF… and no those bullshit ass belts don’t count either. YOU got the fuckin juice now, T, so now its up to YOU to defend that belt not for Anarchy sake… but for the THUGS sake. Then the crowds start to slowly cheer for the THUGS as Reggie nodded his head towards Tommy, and JB then puts the Anarchy belt on his waist, and wipes the title plate with a dry rag in his back pocket. Then he places it back in his pocket, as Tommy walks around the ring with it with such joy and gleam in his eyes. Then Reggie gets off from the corner, and speaks. Reggie: So Tommy, since we outchea up north of America… and we have things to do outside of this arena, how would you feel about bringing some mamacitas from the crowd to join us celebrate OUR accomplishment here tonight… who knows, you might get to use your RUBY LOCK on one of them… but i know you won’t be tryin to uhh you know.. Tommy then playfully quiets him down, as Reggie was laughing while JB was looking on with joy. Then Reggie turns to the front row, and see’s about ten Canadian women, some decent and some mediocre like Roxy’s Football Lingerie Team. Reggie signals them out, hop over the barricades and surround the ring. Then we see the THUGS simply heading out of the ring, as their theme plays on the X-Tron as they are escorted by the ladies to the back, as the scene shifts into another segment. Vinnie Lane: "That’s it? Huh. Well,l Tommy has never been a big celebration guy I guess…." Bama: "Hey I just had to hit the restroom… I missed it!" ASTRA - vs - THE ATOMIC BAT - vs - SUENE EL MOLDE The lights go down as “Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson begins to play. Blue and purple strobe lights begins to flash through the arena as the song picks up. After a while the lights shine on the entranceway as Sueñe el Molde steps out onto the stage. He looks around momentarily before slowly making his way down the walkway to the ring, paying no attention to the fans. He slides in under the bottom rope and stands up before turning to face the entranceway. The Atomic Bat Theme begins as our masked crusader rolls out onto the stage on her Atomic Batcycle! The crowd goes nuts as The Atomic Bat revs the engine at the top of the stage! The Atomic Bat zooms down the ramp and circles the ring before finally parking the bike and climbing into the ring. The Atomic Bat returns the admiration of the crowd as she awaits the start of the match. The lights in the arena turn down low. As ‘Rasputin’ begins to boom, Astra walks through the entrance and ignores the fans as she walks down the entrance ramp. Neon lights hit the audience and the ring in bright pinks, greens, yellows, and purples. The lights reflect off her chrome Xpert leather jacket. She walks right to the ring apron and in a single bound, leaps up onto the apron. She unzips her leather jacket and lets it fall to the ground behind her before stepping into the ring. She walks to the middle of the ring and extends her arms and her middle fingers before pulling them together to make a cross in front of her face. The music dies down as the lighting returns to normal as she makes her way to her corner to warm up for the upcoming bout. DING! DING! DING!!! The three competitors circle each other, and Astra takes the initiative, going after the Atomic Bat with a knee lift! The masked crusader is doubled over, but Astra cannot capitalize as Sueñe El Molde brings her down with a Belly to Belly Suplex! The luchador means to follow up but the Atomic Bat is back in the game, going at him from behind and planting him to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep! Astra begins to make it to her feet, only to find herself on the receiving end of a running high knee! Astra goes down hard and goes for the cover! 1! 2!! NO! Sueñe el Molde breaks up the three-count! Vinnie Lane: "Great action here by everyone involved, dude! The Atomic Bat came back like Adam West after last week’s cliffhanger!" Bama: "That show was kinda queer." Vinnie Lane: "Whoa dude, we live in 2023 now! Get more woke, geez!" Bama: "I just meant it was weird, damn!DON’T CANCEL ME, TWITTER!" Sueñe el Molde tosses the masked crusader to the ropes, and catches her on the rebound with a Double Knee Facebreaker! The Bat goes down hard but Molde is soon intercepted by Astra! The Russian native lands a series of martial arts kicks on the luchador, before sending him to the mat with a Float Over DDT! The Atomic Bat is rushing at her but Astra is prepared - she clothes under the Bat’s incoming clothesline, and brings her down with a Reverse Neckbreaker! Down goes the Bat, but Sueñe el Molde is making it to his feet - NO! Astra with a Shining Wizard! The luchador is laid out flat! Vinnie Lane: "OUCH! That might make you lose some teeth." Bama: "Not something old people like you have to fear, Lane!" Vinnie Lane: "HEY! I still have all of mine! Astra for the pin!" 1! 2!! NO! The Atomic Bat breaks up the three-count! Bama: "Same bat-time, same bat-channel!" Astra and the masked crusader go at it in a wild exchange of strikes! *SOCK!* *BIFF!* *KA-POW!* In the middle of the exchange, Sueñe el Molde begins to rise. Astra’s dirty boxing puts the Bat at a disadvantage, and she rocks her with a devastating uppercut! The Bat is sent to the turnbuckle, but right as Astra turns around, Sueñe el Molde catches her with a superkick! The Russian wrestler drops like a bad habit, but the Atomic Bat is back on the fight! She rushes at Molde with a series of knife-edge chops, and follows up with a back elbow! Molde is spun around on his axis and the Bat grabs him at the waist, sending him to the mat with a thunderous Bridging German Suplex! 1! 2!! NO! Astra breaks up the three-count! Vinnie Lane: "Dang! That was a beautiful move!" Bama: "Does Roxy bend you over like that?" Vinnie Lane: "My back hurts just from thinking that!" Astra isn’t giving the masked crusader any time to regain the initiative! She leaps and lands on a double foot stomp right on her stomach! The Bat writhes in pain on the mat, but Sueñe el Molde is getting up, and Astra lands a drop kick to his back! Molde goes down once more and Astra signals to the sky! She begins to climb the turnbuckle with both Molde and the Bat downed… Vinnie Lane: "She might just have it right here!" Bama: "Ad Astra Per Aspera!" Vinnie Lane: "What’s that mean?" Bama: "Through hardship, to the stars!" Molde begins to rise as Astra makes it to the top, and Astra launches at him in a diving crossbody! Both wrestlers go down and Astra lands right on top of the luchador for the cover! 1! 2!! NO! The Atomic Bat breaks up the three count! Vinnie Lane: "Not quite over for the masked crusader!" Astra hasn’t taken kindly to the Bat’s interruption, and so she lunges at her! A martial arts demonstration from the Russian talent leaves the superheroine scrambling to defend herself, but she isn’t going down without a fight! A kick by Astra, returned by the Bat! A chop by Astra, one more time the Bat returns the favor! Astra goes for a kick to the mid-section but the Bat catches her leg… NO! Enzuigiri by Astra! The masked crusader hits the mat once more, and Astra goes for the pin! 1! 2!! NO! Sueñe el Molde breaks up the three-count! Vinnie Lane: "This has so far been a battle!" Bama: "None of these people can go that much longer! Like you, Lane!" Vinnie Lane: "Will you stop?!" Astra is once again furious, but Sueñe el Molde isn’t letting her seize the initiative! He takes to the ropes and rocks her with a flying forearm, then brings her down with a Sit-out Jawbreaker! Down goes Astra and Molde now targets the Atomic Bat! As she rises to her feet, Molde is right there to leap over her and plant her with an Implant DDT! Both opponents are down and Molde might have just seen an ending! He forces the downed Bat to her feet and puts her in the Double Underhook position. He tries to lift her up for the SETBACK… NO! Back Body Drop counter by the Atomic Bat! Vinnie Lane: "Ahhh! He could have had it right there!" Bama: "Never underestimate a superhero when they’re down!" Down goes Molde, and Astra is again on her feet! She goes once more to the masked crusader, but the Atomic Bat has had enough! Both women charge at each other but the Bat lands a Basement Dropkick that drops Astra to the mat like a sack of potatoes, then she tosses her to the turnbuckle! Molde rises to his feet only to be downed from behind by a Running Bulldog! As he rolls over in pain, The Bat rushes towards Astra and lands a back elbow! Astra slumps on the turnbuckle and the Bat signals for the end! She rushes towards the ropes and leaps to the other side, then back into them for a Springboard Dropkick! Bat Stomp right on Molde and the cover! 1! 2!! Astra rushes to break it up, but she lands a hit on the Bat just a second too late! 3!!! Vinnie Lane: "Big win for the debuting Atomic Bat! Astra ALMOST saved the win there at the end but was just a fraction of a second too slow!" Bama: "I like all three of these competitors Vinnie - I see big things in the future for them all!!" DING! DING! DING!!! Winner by Pinfall - The Atomic Bat GINA VAN ZYL - vs - JOHN GRAYSON - vs - CLETUS Coming back from commercial break, Cletus and John Grayson are in the ring already waiting for their triple threat match to begin. Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva plays as Gina steps though the curtain, she smirks as she walks down the ramp. She stops halfway and raises her hands above her head before running the rest of the way to the ring. She leaps up onto the apron, then leaps over the top rope. Right in the middle of the action, “Suffocate” by Cold begins to play and the arena fills with boos, but no one in the arena is more upset than Gina Van Zyl. The South African star turns her attention away from the match to lay eyes on her rival. Sidney Grey, walks down the aisle, but pauses to give a wide berth around the ringside area as she heads to the announce table. Vinnie Lane: Whoa, Sid! What are you doing out here? Bama pulls out a seat for Sid and helps her with her headset. Sid winks at Bama, then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a ring and tosses it to him. Sidney Grey: I found this and thought I’d bring it back! Vinnie seems excited to get his ring back and hurries to put it on. He admires it for a moment, then pauses, a look of concern on his face. Vinnie Lane: Hey, I think some of the diamonds are missing, Dude! Sid gives a dismissive wave. Sidney Grey: I don’t know about any of that. Vinnie sniffs the air, frown. Vinnie Lane: Why does it smell like fish?! Sidney Grey: I SAID I DON’T KNOW!! Bama: Vinnie, will you please stop harassing this woman so she can tell us why she is gracing us with her presence. As the action resumes inside the rings and Sid gives Bama a pat on the shoulder. Sidney Grey: Such a gentleman! Bama blushes, as Sid gets down to business. Sidney Grey: I’m out here to get a close look at Gina. As you know, she’s been obsessed with me ever since I beat her on the last show. She’s harassed me day in and day out. She even attacked me on the set of Saturday Night Live! Bama: I saw that! To be honest, I was thinking, they should have thrown her ass in the Gray Bar Motel for that! Vinnie Lane: That, or maybe jail, Dude! Bama and Sid both roll their eyes. Sidney Grey: Gina has continued to attack and threaten me, so I wanted to come out here and make sure that she sees me sitting here! I want her to see that I’m not afraid of her, and if she wants another beating… Vinnie tucks his ring out of sight. Sidney Grey: I’ll be right here to give it to her! Gina pauses to come to the ropes and glare at Sid, but the distraction nearly costs her as she’s rolled up for a two count from behind. Sid chuckles. Sidney Grey: I’m almost ashamed to call her a fellow South African! She’s barely better than these stupid Canadians! Speaking of, I can’t wait to see them all cry tonight when I solidify my spot as a top contender for the Anarchy Title when I break Ruby and send her back to her original job in Ottawa, jacking off trees for her syrup pimp! Bama erupts into a fit of laughter, but Vinnie just shakes his head. Vinnie Lane: Dude, that’s rude AF! Let’s get back to the action! DING! DING! DING!!! As the match starts Grayson and Cletus immediately gang up to take down Gina but Van Zyl drops low to duck a double clothesline and knocks Grayson down with a superkick! Sidney Grey: I would have done a double superkick there to plant both men down. Bama: How would that even work Sid? Sidney Grey: You don't know how flexible I can be, honey Cletus looks down at Grayson and back into a spinning backfist from Van Zyl which knocks Cletus on his ass! Gina poses for the crowd who boo her relentlessly as she soaks in the spotlight. Vinnie Lane: Dude, why do they hate Gina so much? Bama: Because she's a badass? Vinnie Lane: Ah, jealousy! Makes sense, dude! Sidney Grey: Are you two morons? It's because she's a trashy hoe! Grayson runs back up but Van Zyl treats him like a bull charging a matador and side-steps a tackle, Cletus gets up for a sneak attack but Grayson hits the ropes and Gina dodges once more and crashes into Cletus! Grayson goes down clutching his skull as Cletus doubles over and Van Zyl puts him down with a scissor kick! John Grayson stumbles into Van Zyl who is immediately put down with... Vinnie Lane: CAPE TOWN CRUSH!!! Dude! The Canadian Destroyer lands perfectly and Grayson is motionless on the canvas! Sidney Grey: YAWN! Overused, generic, boring! Cletus starts to crawl over to Grayson's prone body as Gina Van Zyl climbs the turnbuckles! Cletus tries to sneak the pin and gets a finger on Grayson's chest but is stopped abruptly as Van Zyl leaps off the top rope! Bama: SAVANNAH WINDS!!!! Sidney Grey: More of a 320 splash but okay... The 450 Splash crushes Cletus and both men are down as Van Zyl poses on both her competitors, a foot planted firmly on both men's chests! The ref slides in for the count! 1! Sidney Grey: Oh get up! 2!! Sidney Grey: QUIT SIMPING OVER A TRAMP AND KICKOUT! 3!!! Sidney Grey: OH FOr the love o- Sidney Grey begins taking off her headset. Winner by Pinfall - Gina Van Zyl As the match ends, Sidney Grey rips off her headset and stands up as she starts laying the ‘the bad mouth’ on Gina.  Having had more than enough from the reality star, Gina gestures for Sid to get into the ring and the fans erupt. Vinnie Lane: Dude!  She’s totally calling you out! Bama: Gina might be writing a check her ass can’t cash here.  Sid has already took her to the woodshed twice! Sid grabs her chair and starts to head into the ring, and the fans cheer at the prospect of seeing the two women go at it again.  The referee tries to intervene, but Gina shoves them down, violently as she seems to be in an absolute rage.  This display from Gina seems to give Sid pause, and she slowly backs down off the apron and the fans start to boo loudly. Vinnie Lane: Oh, come on dude!  I totally wanted to see this! Bama: Sid is in Gina’s head, like lice from a coonskin cap.  This is exactly what she wanted! Sid flips Gina off with a smirk as she walks around ringside, turning her vitriol on the fans.  One in particular seems to draw Sid’s attention, waving a sign that reads “Gina’s #1 Fan.”  Sid and the fans get into a screaming contest, and Sid rears back with the chair, ready to hit them. Vinnie Lane: DUDE! THAT’S TOTALLY UNCOOL! Gina bolts under the ropes and grabs Sid from behind, yanking her away and slinging her into the ring apron and sending the chair clattering to the floor.  The fans roar nearly blows the roof off the arena, but they turn quickly to boos when Gina tuns to check on the fan Sid was about to assault, only to be met with a stream of liquid right in the face.  Gina screams as she wipes at her eyes and staggers back, right into a chop block from behind by Sid. Vinnie Lane: THAT WAS A SET UP, DUDE! The fan pulls off their hat, revealing themselves to be Sid’s Executive Assistant, Paula Shock.  She smiles and pumps her fist, pleased with herself. Bama: Gina has been outsmarted again! She's dumber than tits on a mosquito! Sid yanked Gina up by her hair screaming at her, then tossing her into the ring. Sidney Grey: YOU THINK YOU’RE SOMEONE?!  YOU THINK YOU CAN HOLD A CANDLE TO ME?!  YOU’RE A NOBODY GINA! YOU’RE NOTHING!! Gina wipes violently at her face, trying desperately to clear her vision, but Sid stomps her down viciously as she grabs her by her legs and drags her to the corner.  Sid positions Gina with both of her legs straddling the ring post as she crosses them and jumps up, locking in a figure four leg lock.  Gina can only scream in pain as Sid hangs outside the ring, using all of her weight to do even more damage.  Gina frantically pounds the mat, screaming for the assault to end, but Sid only sinks in the hold tighter as the fans boo and jeer. Vinnie Lane: HERE COMES SECURITY! Bama: Totally killjoys! It ain't a party til someone gets sent to the ER! Two members of security come down and attempt to stop the assault, only to be met with a spray to the eyes by Paula as well.  They collapse to the floor, hollowing in pain. Vinnie Lane: Okay, someone needs to go to jail now!  That’s like aggravated assault or something! A roar goes up from the crowd as Ruby sprints down the aisle, a yellow and lime colored blur.  Paula turns her mace on Ruby, but the canister is empty.  Paula tosses the can at Ruby and it hits her in the chest, bouncing off harmlessly, as if she were bulletproof.  Ruby starts at Paula, and she dives over the barricade and escapes through the mob of fans. Bama: Ruby just tried to attack that gal! Vinnie Lane:  Seriously, Dude?! Ruby tries to physically pry Sid off Gina, but the reality star clamps down like a pitbull, refusing the budge.  Ruby’s attempts to pry Sid off seem to only make things worse.  Ruby seems at a loss, until she spots the discarded chair at ringside.  Ruby picks it up, holding it reluctantly at first, then she hits it on the floor with a loud bang.  This gets Sid’s attention. Bama: NO! SHE WOULDN’T! Ruby winds up the chair, warning Sid to let go as the fans hold their breath in anticipation.  Unfortunately for them, Sid finally lets go of the hold and scurries away, scowling hatefully at Ruby as she backs up the ramp. Vinnie Lane: Thank God for Ruby!  Sid was out of control, Dude! Bama: Out of control? Ruby just stuck her nose where it doesn’t belong! I think she’s going to regret that later tonight when she has to meet Sid in a blindfold match! Ruby slides into the ring to check on Gina as she holds her leg, still screaming in terrible pain from the attack.  The crowd claps as Ruby consoles Gina and EMTs rush down to help her. Vinnie Lane: We will get this sorted out as soon as we can folks… APHRIYA ADLER - vs - LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA Shoot Fight Match! MMA rules inside of an Octagon! Bama: Ooh boy, baby! MMA Action and Anarchy went all out! Ring crew set this octagon up in 20 minutes, how much this set you back, Vinnie? Vinnie Lane: Ah let's not talk money, dude! This is about prestige! The beauty of mixed martial arts! The spectacle, bro! Bruce Buffer stands in the octagon to announce tonight's competitors. Bama: You even got Bruce!? Damn, Vinnie! Vinnie Lane: Spectacle, dude, spectacle... A shower of rainbow colored lights falls upon the stage just as "Bad Girl" by DAYA begins to play. Aphriya Adler then explodes from behind the curtain jumping and reaching out to the crowd, each side of the stage. Then it seems as though the rainbow lights escort down the ramp. Her energy is high and quite contagious as the crowd cheers for her. Aphriya tries to touch each fan's hand that are outstretched down the ramp. She seems to glide into the ring under the bottom rope seamlessly. She bounces to each side raising her hand to the crowd with a bright smile. The music begins to fade and the gameface comes on. Removing her jacket then keeping herself loose in the corner awaiting the battle to begin. As soon as LSM's theme music hits the speakers the lights go dim as the crowd starts cheering for their favorita luchadora. As the bass bumps through the arena the crowd chants along to the slightly modified music. A spectacle of green and red pyrotechnics shoot up twenty five feet in the air from their base on the entrance platform. A complimentary arrangement of pyro shoots up through the four turnbuckles of the ring. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! A green, a red, and a white spotlight shine down from the rafters, randomly perusing through the rambunctious crowd as they await their X-treme Champion. After a few seconds all three of the spotlights are directed towards the entrance tunnel. Who's this? Latina Submission Machina pops out onto the illuminated entrance ramp alongside an additional burst of multicolor fireworks. The crowd pops hard for the champion as she holds the belt up high over her head. MACH-IN-A! MACH-IN-A! Bruce Buffer: In the blue trunks, hailing from Saint Louis, Missouri. Standing at five foot and three inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Brutal Beauty, Too Hot for TV, APHRIYA ADLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRrrr!!! Aphriya raises her hands to the crowd to a large pop. Bruce Buffer: And in the white, red and green trunks, fighting out of Ciudad Juárez. Standing at five foot seven inches and weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds! The Excellente of Xtreme, the Call of Juárez! LATINA SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBMISSION MACHINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa!!!! Latina poses for the crowd before stretching in her corner. Joe Rogan: Latina's height and reach adv- Bama: What the fuck!? -antage should really cause an issue for Adler here. Vinnie Lane: Adler hasn't lost in the XWF yet, Joe and we're yet to see a weakness from her. Bama: You got Joe Rogan too, baby! The hell!? Joe Rogan: Just because we haven't seen a weakness from Adler yet doesn't mean she doesn't have one, and I'm willing to bet LSM is about to expose her tonight. Also, you guys didn't get the Fauci Ouchie did you? That vaccine is killing people! You should listen to the podcast I did with Aaron Rodgers... Vinnie Lane: Uhhhhh... LSM has always been a great competitor, Joe but Adler knows submission moves better than most, dude! If there is anyone in the XWF that can go toe-to-toe with any submission artist, it's Aphriya Adler. Bama: ... This is wild! Can we get Joe for every show? I'm a loyal listener, baby! The ref explains the rules in the center of the octagon before making each competitor touch gloves and going back to their corner. Vinnie Lane: We're going for 5 rounds with a 2 minute timer, can't wait to see the action here. The ref calls for the bell and the match is underway! DING! DING! DING!!! Joe Rogan: LSM reaching out to touch gloves which is reciprocated by Adler, nice sportsmanship from these two young women. Vinnie: Few swipes to the mid-air from LSM, Adler weary of the reach moves her head out of the way with each strike. Bama: Great footwork from Adler here, LSM trying to gain ground but nothing seems to be going for her. Vinnie Lane: LSM looking for a takedown! OOH! Joe Rogan: Big knee right to LSM's nose! Bama: Adler on the offensive here now! The crowd begin to pick up! Vinnie Lane: Adler with a nasty right hook sends LSM stumbling! Joe Rogan: Side kick to the body! LSM is reeling! Vinnie Lane: Forearm from Adler sends LSM to the cage wall! She's falling! The crowd goes wild! Joe Rogan: And Adler drives her shin into LSM's jaw! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Bama: And Adler immediately into the ground and pound throwing brutal rights into LSM's temple! The crowd go fucking crazy! Joe Rogan: And the ref waves her off! LSM is out cold WOW! Vinnie Lane: And Adler wins round one! Winner via TKO - Aphriya Adler The crowd applaud Adler as she celebrates jumping on top of the cage wall! Joe Rogan: ... Round one? Vinnie, Adler wins! Vinnie Lane: ... Huh? Bama: Yeah, baby! You think MMA fighters carried on after getting knocked out? Vinnie Lane: Well... No... But... Yeah? Wait... Waitwaitwaitwaitwait WAIT! Are you guys telling me I spent half a mill on this set up, getting Bruce Buffer and Joe fucking Rogan for a stinking FIFTEEN SECOND MATCH!? Joe Rogan: Yeah but it was a great fight! Vinnie Lane: Oh eat turds, Joe! Or some ivermectin! Vinnie folds his arms in a huff as Bruce Buffer declares a smiling Adler the winner while the ref raises her hand. "Gavin!" The voice carried down the hallway with a vibrating echo. There wasn't much else going on in the area as the worry in the voice was heard again. "Gavin! GAAAVIN!!" Out from one of the doors a head appeared, it was bald with a tattoo on top. Turning from one side of the hallway to the other, you see that it is Jason Cashe peeking out from his locker room. For the third time, the voice calls out and seems closer than before. "Gavin? Has anyone seen Gavin?" You could see that Cashe was intrigued. His peeking head turns into his entire body as he steps out into the hallway. Jason Cashe: "Hello?" As it was before the cameras started rolling, the hallway turned quiet. Turning towards both sides of the hallway, Cashe wasn't sure where the voice was even coming from. "Gavin! Has anyone seen Gavin?" The voice was faded but now Cashe knew the direction in which it was coming from. Cutting to the northern part of the hallway, he turns a corner to the left and disappears. Off to find the mysterious voice. HGH - vs - LORD RAAB - vs - MASTERMIND Lord Raab is in the ring after cameras cut back to the action. He’s snarling and slapping at the ropes. Special Entrance (if any): A figure is seen walking out from the back wearing a black hooded sweatshirt on. The hood was over his head so he couldnt be seen, and his head was looking down. He stood in a stance. And as a white light appeared on his front, he unzipped his sweatshirt and showed the front of the t-shirt: As it continued he turned around and took off his hooded sweatshirt and revealed the back of the t-shirt which read: He turned back around and stood in a pose as the white light bathed on him to reveal: MASTERMIND He then smirks as he walks all the way to the ring, with the Misfits Manager Antony The Jerk, walking not far behind.  Followed by Melanie 'Crayzee' Childs and Kris 'The Hammer' Von Bonn. HGH walks out to the ring, barely looking at the fans he despises on the way. He tosses his coat into the Misfits’ faces after getting onto the apron, and then he saunters into the ring and stands for a moment to allow the cameras to get his good side… then he waits for the bell. DING! DING! DING!!! As soon as the bell sounds, HGH clotheslines Mastermind right out over the top rope! Mastermind is sent spilling to the floor, and HGH turns his attention to Raab… DOUBLE DOSE!!! Raab’s head bounces off the mat and HGH locks in the arm bar! Mastermind tries climbing back in the ring but Raab is already tapping! DING! DING! DING!!! Winner by Submission - HGH Vinnie Lane: "Holy crap! I think HGH just broke the record for match time on Anarchy!" Bama: "What a genius! He got Mastermind out the ring and just went straight for the juggler on Raab!" Vinnie Lane: "The juggler? You mean jugular?" Bama: "Be quiet smartypants!" "Oohhh Gavin! Where did you go?!" The very depressing voice calls out as the cameras again cut backstage. You hear foot falls before you see Jason Cashe skating around the corner, eyes wide as he scans the area. Jason Cashe: "WHERE ARE YOU?!" "Have you seen Gavin? My dear friend, Gavin! He's gone missing!" Nobody in sight but the voice was real. A passerby, probably some lowly staff worker gave Cashe a smile as his head shook from side to side. It was obvious he heard the voice as well. Jason Cashe: "Have you seen him?" Grabbing the staff worker by the collar of his shirt, Cashe was showing signs of aggression. "Gavin?!" The worker says with a shaky voice. Jason Cashe: "No! Well, him too but that voice?" Turning his head back where he had come from, the staff worker tells Cashe what he wanted to know. "Around the corner, near catering.." Letting the guy go, Cashe jogs down the hallway where he was instructed to go in order to find this faceless voice. RUBY - vs - SIDNEY GREY Blindfold Match! The competitors will be blindfolded and will have to rely on the fans to help them find their opponent! Vinnie Lane: "Here comes a real fun matchup, Bama… Sid Grey got all up in the business of former Anarchy Champion Ruby at Snow Job, but she claimed the whole thing happened behind her back and out of sight… so now we have a blindfold match, so the ENTIRE THING will be out of sight!!" Bama: "Ain’t Ruby got super hearing or something Vinnie? THIS AIN’T FAIR!" “Suffocate” by Cold begins to play as the lights dim all through the arena. Fog rolls through the entranceway as a bright light shines from behind it. A shadowy figure is projected through the fog, the sexy figure grinding to the beat of the music. Sidney Grey emerges and surveys the crowd as they boo her loudly. She smirks as she flips off the crowd and moves in time to the beat, going into yet another seductive grind, which ends in a tremendous eruption of pyrotechnics as she runs her hands all along her body, tosses her hair back, and heads to the ring with a laugh. Sid walks slowly down to the ring as she arrogantly taunts the crowd, blowing kisses to some and threatening to slap others all the while with a condescending smile on her face. Sid slides underneath the bottom rope and goes to the far corner of the ring as she stands on the turnbuckle and continues to taunt the crowd, while smiling sadistically as she waits for the match to begin. Sid will typically take the microphone from the ring announcer in order to berate her opponent as well as the town and the fans. Vinnie Lane: "Sidney Grey, ladies and gentlemen! She at least gives birth to great talent!" Bama: "The woman has a gold plated birth canal, Vinnie!" Everyone starts clamoring and pointing at the ceiling or up into the rafters as the familiar music plays. Instead of a crazy over the top entrance though… Ruby just walks out from behind the curtain!!! The crowd goes NUTS for the fan favorite four-time champ, and the roof feels like it’s going to come right off of the building from the sonic boom of applause. Ruby walks to the ring with visible emotion on her face, knowing that win or lose, this is her swan song on the brand she’s helped build from the ground up. Vinnie Lane: "An emotional night for the Banana Lime Blur here on Anarchy, Bama… she’s decided to step away for the time being… who knows what the future holds?!" Bama: "End of an era indeed, Vinnie. You can’t even think about Anarchy without thinking of Ruby… this is wild!" Both Ruby and Sidney get blindfolds placed on their heads by the official, and then they are helped to their corners. DING! DING! DING!!! The crowd immediately starts doing their best to help Ruby. Fans shout out things like “behind you Ruby” and “to your left” as she moves slowly around, extending her hands out to feel around. Sidney is moving similarly, pawing at the air, but the crowd is not giving her any sort of assistance. In fact at one point, Grey leaps face first into the turnbuckles when someone in the front row screams “SHE’S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU SID!!!” Vinnie Lane: The fans are in Ruby’s corner… this is gonna be tough for Sidney Grey! Bama: Well of course it is, you goon! You planned it that way! You knew the fans wouldn’t be helping ANYONE if their opponent was Ruby! The two women end up with their backs to one another, and they walk into each other! They bump backs, and immediately they spin around for each other… RUBY CUTTER!!! Ruby nails the cutter blind, and Sid Grey is flat on her face on the mat! Ruby crawls around trying to find Grey on the canvas for a second but she can’t see! Finally she finds her and lays across her for a pin! 1! 2!! Sidney kicks out! Sidney starts wildly windmilling her arms after she gets up, and she clips Ruby with one of her wild fists, knocking the former champ over. Grey crouches down and grabs at her own face, screaming at the referee that Ruby poked her in the eye… the ref looks confused but goes ahead and warns Ruby about being more careful anyway. The whole time, Sid is messing with her own blindfold under the guise of rubbing her eyes. Vinnie Lane: Sidney is trying to pull a fast one here, dude… Ruby didn’t poke her in the eyes! Bama: She mighta did it on accident, Vinnie, relax! Nobody’s perfect! Sidney finally stands up and she has a very noticeable slit cut in her blindfold exposing one of her eyes. You can even see the crow’s feet! As Ruby gets up and starts trying to blindly find Sid, Sid reaches deep into her own tights… I mean DEEP… she’s fishing around in there for a good amount of time before she pulls her closed fist back out and BLASTS Ruby right in the face! Sid tosses something out of the ring after knocking Ruby onto her knees with the shot! Vinnie Lane: Sidney just hit Ruby with a loaded fist! What was it she threw out of the ring, Bama, I can’t see from here! Bama: Probably wasn’t nothing more than a hankie, Vinnie.. The lady had to wipe her brow! Sidney laughs and poses for a second, then snatches Ruby by the head… CRADLE ROBBER!!! Sid grins from ear to ear before rolling Ruby onto her back and pinning the lifeless former champion… 1! 2!! RUBY KICKS OUT!!! Sid can’t believe it! Ruby kicked out on pure instinct, she still looks like she’s out cold, but she got her shoulder off the mat before the count of three! Sidney shrieks at the referee and then spits at his feet before climbing onto Ruby’s back and beating on her head for a few seconds, then she sinks in a deep sleeper hold, hooking her feet around the fallen Super Dear-O. The COUGAR CLUTCH!!! The official checks on Ruby a couple times as Sid keeps tightening and tightening, and eventually the ref calls for the bell! Ruby is unconscious! DING! DING! DING!!! Winner by Submission - Sidney Grey As the match ends, Sid immediately rips off her blindfold and goes right after Ruby, chopping her from behind and savaging her leg with vicious kicks and stomps. She screams at Ruby at the top of her lungs. Sidney Grey: YOU THINK YOU CAN EMBARRASS ME WHEN I AM TEACHING GINA A LESSON?!! DO YOU?!! Sid grabs Ruby, dragging her to the corner. Just like earlier in the night, Ruby soon finds herself locked into Sid’s turn post figure four leglock. Ruby howls in pain and pounds the mat, thrashing to escape, but to no avail. Vinnie Lane: DUDE! NOT THIS AGAIN! Bama: Ruby brought this on herself! She shouldn’t have kicked that beehive if she didn’t wanna get stung! Sid jerks her entire body repeatedly as she hangs upside down, using all of her weight to tear into Ruby’s leg. Ruby’s screams echo through the arena over the loud protests of the booing fans. Vinnie Lane: Where in the heck is security?! Bama: Probably still trying to flush their eyes out from earlier tonight! The assault seems to go on for an eternity, until Sid finally lets go. Ruby clutches her leg, still screaming in pain as Sid stalks around the ring. Bama: Sid isn’t done here. She’s looking to make sure Ruby doesn’t get involved in her business ever again! Uncle Joe Bob always said, the best way to deal with a stray dog that won't stay away is to put it down! But he never met Sassafras! Sid shoves the Time Keeper out of his chair and grabs it, banging it loudly across the table before sliding into the ring with it. Ruby can only manage to drag herself away slowly as Sid menaces her with the weapon. The fan’s boos are deafening and nearly drown out the cheers as Gina Van Zyl limps out through the entranceway. Her face is a mask of pain, anger, and purpose as she limps rapidly down and rolls into the ring behind Sid. Bama: TURN AROUND SID! BEHIND YOU! Gina uses the ropes to pull herself up as she rushes up behind Sid, snatching the chair from her and rearing all the way back with it. Sid turns with a look of shock and confusion as the chair comes crashing down with a thunderous crack. Vinnie Lane: WHAT A SHOT! Sid falls like a ton of bricks and the crowd roars its approval, chanting her name. GINA! GINA! GINA! Gina pauses, taking in the cheers as she looks around the arena. Slowly, menacingly, she turns her attention back to Sid as she struggles to regain her wits. Gina raises the chair again, high over her head. Bama: WHERE IS SECURITY?!! SOMEONE HELP SID! The sound of metal on bone, sounds like a gunshot and Ruby’s scream is all that is heard through the dead silence of the arena after Gina’s shot strikes home on her injured leg. Sid scrambles out of the ring so fast that she gets tangled in the ropes and tumbles to the floor in a heap. She scurries back, her eyes wide on Gina, unsure of what to make of what has just happened, even as Paula Shock bounds over the barricade, coming to her aid. Vinnie Lane: What just happened? That was an accident, right? Gina glares at Sid, ignoring Ruby’s howls of pain for a moment. Then, Gina ’s scowl of contempt turns into a look of unbridled fury as she turns back to Ruby, smashing the chair down on the woman who tried to prevent her from having her own leg broken earlier in the night. The chair comes down like a rapid-fire piston, over and over until the chair is bent and Ruby is left motionless. Even Vinnie is ready to hit the ring as he jumps to his feet. Vinnie Lane: DUDE, STOP!!! The locker room empties as staff and stars alike come out to help, but the damage is done. They avoid the crazed South African star as she limps away, dragging the chair behind her. The scene is complete chaos and the arena is in stunned silence as the show goes to commercial. Standing with his back to the wall near the entry doors, Jason Cashe is found taking a slow bite off of a chicken breast. There was no plate, no utensils, just a big breast in his bare hand as he tears a chunk off with his teeth and begins chewing. Arriving at catering, Cashe found it to be packed with people. The voice and the calls for Gavin haven't been heard since he entered the room. Jason Cashe: "Gavin?" He asks some randomly placed person trying to leave catering. It was a chick but some girls sound like dudes so Cashe had to make sure. Her response gave him his answer. "What?! Who is Gavin?" Couldn't be the same voice. He waved her off as he took another bite of the breast in his hand. Bursting through the doors, knocking the female just questioned on her ass. A member of the production team enters catering and looks around before finding Cashe. Production Staff: "Jason! Where have you been?! It's time! Get to Gorilla NOW!" Nodding, Cashe had lost track of time looking for this voice. Grabbing the Production guy's hand, Cashe slaps the half eaten chicken breast in his hand. Jason Cashe: "Hold that.. And if you hear a guy calling for Gavin? Grab him. Someone has to find that guy.." Leaving catering, Cashe was basically ready to compete and fight for the X-Treme Title. The Production Staff member stares down at the chicken breast before looking very confused. Production Staff: "Gavin?! Like from Red Dead Redemption?" "GAVIN? HAS ANYONE SEEN GAVIN?" JASON CASHE - vs - JENNY MYST The hymn-like hum vibrates through the area before Lauren Hill soundfully brings in the chorus. Jason Cashe comes out from the back with Josslynn Spencer holding his hand. His eyes are covered by sunglasses. Looking around the arena at the live audience, his eyes stay hidden behind the shades. Taking a long drag off an air joint, Cashe howls up into the sky, a few fans howl with him. Josslynn gives him a 'good game' slap to the butt and they head down to the ring. ANNOUNCER: From Houston, Tejas by way of Decatur, Georgia.. A truly Troubled One they call DiOGee.. Jaaaassoooon! CAAAASHE!! Stopping as the aisle turns to ringside, Cashe drags a foot creating an imaginary line. This is the line where when passed, the talking stops. Giving Josslynn a kiss, she heads around the ring as Cashe steps into a jog, leaping up on the apron onto his left knee. He stands, ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Taking off the sunglasses as he enters, he rushes across the ring and launches them deep into the crowd. Growling a roar to the live audience, showing he was ready to scrap. Jenny Myst emerges from the back, holding her X-Treme Championship up over her head as she seductively slinks down the ramp towards the ring. Myst runs her tongue over her lips and causes a minimum of a dozen boners for the horny edgelord college jock type fans in attendance. Jenny is VERY popular with a VERY specific type of person… Myst gets to the ring and brushes right past Cash, making sure her backside touches him juuuuuust enough so that it can’t possibly have been an accident. Clearly she wants to get in his head. She hands off the title belt to the official and then sits in the corner making flirty eyes at Cashe as she waits for the bell. DING! DING! DING!!! The bell rings and Jason Cashe is shot out of a cannon, charging the X-Treme champ with aggression. Jenny, not backing down, takes the onslaught from Cashe, being backed into the corner. Body shots, head shots, back to body shots, he is lighting her up with lefts and rights to start the match. He whips her into the far corner, where she collides with the turnbuckle and bounces out, and Chase flips her with a massive clothesline in the middle of the ring. Picking her up by the hair he dumps her with a scoop slam on her already tender back. Bama: Offensive explosion here from a motivated Jason Cashe. Myst off to a slow start, maybe all of these hardcore matches are starting to wear her down. Vinnie Lane: She knows the toll this title takes, and she embraces it. We’ve seen Myst pull wins out of the fire before, its early, dude. Cashe picks her up by the hair, then bends her backwards over his knee. He is trying to go to work on that back. Myst winces, and reaches for the ropes but shes not even close. Bama: Would be a huge disappointment for Myst is she can’t get out of the blocks here, with a huge match on Warfare coming up. Vinnie Lane: But a title change on MY show, think of how HUGE that would be dude! Suck it Theo! Cashe is still bending her over his knee. After he tortures here for almost a minute with her bent almost completely the wrong way, he whips her up into a pump handle slam and drops her on the mat. Dead center. He gets a cocky smirk on his face and covers. 1! 2!! —-MYST GETS A SHOULDER UP! Cashe smirks again, knowing he can do more damage to the champ. Lifting her up she throws her into the far corner again. She bounces off the turnbuckle again and he grabs her, hitting an exploder suplex. The entire ring shakes! He looks the leg. 1! 2!! Myst kicks out again. This time, Cashe is a tad bit frustrated. He picks her up by the hair and says something inaudible to the camera to her, then knees her hard in the gut, producing an audible “OOOOOFFFF” from the champ as split flies. He goes for a DDT, but she blocks it with her leg. He goes to get her again, and again she blocks with her leg. He decides against the DDT and goes to lift her into what looks like a jackhammer. Right before he drops her, she wiggles out, landing on her feet. Cashe, stunned, turns around. LOW BLOW!!!!!! Jenny takes Cashe to dick kick city, and he goes down in a heap. Cashe throws his arms up to the ref asking “what the fuckkkkK!” The ref tells him it’s all legal, its X-treme rules! Jenny takes a moment to catch her bearings. Cashe is up to one knee, still wincing. Jenny comes off the ropes with a running bulldog, face planting him in the center of the ring. Myst has a pained snarl on her face now as she kicks Cashe in the head. Jenny sees the opportunity and decides to bust out one of her old moves, INSULT TO INJURY! She comes off the ropes and goes to flip into the move, driving her knees into Cashe’s mid section. She connects on the first set but on the second flip he catches her leg, making her lose her balance and bounce face first off the middle rope. The crowd goes OOOOH! Bama: Jenny trying to get a bit greedy there. Vinnie Lane: Tried to channel the old Myst there, and Cashe was ready, dude! Jenny is bleeding from the mouth now as it appears she bit her tongue hitting the ropes. She crawls to the ropes, lifting herself up. Cashe explodes out of his stance and clotheslines her over the ropes and to the matt below. The momentum takes both superstars out of the ring! Jenny, however, lands on her feet and when Cashe lands, she hits a standing drop kick, sending him back into the ring apron with a hard thud. Myst, blood running down her chin now, walks away from Cashe to maybe catch a breather for a second. He winces, but gets up, showing an incredible amount of toughness. He grabs Jenny by the hair from behind, and her eyes go wide, not expecting him to have recovered this quickly. He takes her by the head and tosses her into the barricade. He starts to light her up with rights and lefts again, but after the 5th shot she ducks, sliding behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She goes for a suplex but she can’t lift the much bigger man. He stomps on her foot to break the hold, then locks her in a side headlock. He walks her over to the announce table in the same position. Bama: I think they are coming over here, Boss! He bounces her head off the announce table and she stumbles away. She turns back to punch Cashe but he grabs her arm, twisting it, and bringing her to one knee. He then lifts his knee and knees her in the face, taking her to the matt. Spit and blood fly. Vinnie Lane: Cashe is dominating this match. This probably the poorest performance out of Myst in months! Bama: You seem rather…….enthusiastic Vinnie Lane: I love it! Bama: WHOA! HEY! Cashe rips the top off the announce table, pulling out the monitors and wires. The table is cleared off, and his intentions are clear. Cashe turns around, however, and doesn’t notice that Jenny has grabbed a pipe from under the ring. WHAM!!!!!!! Jenny lays the pipe across the face of Cashe. He falls back onto the announce table. Jenny drops the pipe, panting, blood pouring from her mouth and down her chin. She positions Cashe so he is dead center on the table. An elbow shot to the throat from the champ ensures he will stay down, at least for a moment. She looks up at the top rope. Her eyes light up. She rolls into the ring and crawls up to the top rope as the crowd goes nuts. Jenny, balancing on the top, snarls before wiping blood off her mouth with her arm. The red, mixing with her black lipstick, produces a sick smile. She jumps. IDENTITY CRISIS!!!!! The rounding moonsault off the top connects! The table explodes on impact and both competitors are down in the rubble! Bama: Oh my good god! Both of these two may be broken smack dab in half! Neither of them is moving as the camera comes in for a close up. The ref is checking on them, to make sure the match can continue. Myst, who took less impact, begins to stir a little. She rolls off the rubble pile, holding her ribs. ANARCHY! ANARCHY! ANARCHY! The crowd is chanting. Myst uses the ring apron to prop herself up. Cashe is weary, but he is stirring a little bit as well. Myst, apparently not satisfied, walks over to Jason Cashe. She picks him up by the head, a sick look on her face. She goes to whip him into the post but Cashe, out of nowhere, REVERSES! With a burst of adrenaline, he whips Jenny FACE FIRST into the ring post! She bounces off with a thud and goes to the mat holding her face. Cashe shakes off the pain, but it's clear he is in a great deal as well. He grabs Myst by the hair and rolls her into the ring. He follows closely behind after saying something to a fan in the crowd. He gets into the ring and Myst, out of desperation, kicks him in the back of the knee. Cashe goes to one knee. She comes off the ropes with a flying cross body to take him down and then rolls back out of the ring, panting hard and wheezing. Cashe gets up quickly from this and rolls out of the ring to go get some more. Bama: Jenny is in defense mode here. Total defense. I’ve never seen her be physically dominated like this before. Vinnie Lane: It’s BLOWING UP Twitter right now! Myst elbows Cashe to back him off, but he keeps coming. He goes for a clothesline, Jenny ducks, and when he spins back around she slaps him hard in the face. Cashe looks a bit taken aback. Jenny snarls and slaps him again. It doesn’t seem to piss him off, though, as she slaps his own face and then yells at her to do it again. Myst rears back, and then quickdraws her pepper spray canister out of her bra, spraying Cashe and a few fans in the front row. He yells out, grabbing at his face, and Myst, again out of desperation, delivers an STO onto the ring mat. She rolls back into the ring, but not before pulling out a small sack from under the ring. As Cashe stirs on the outside, Jenny empties the back in the middle of the ring. Nails. A hammer and over 100 nails! She grabs the hammer and holds it behind her back. Cashe pulls himself up to the ring apron. Jenny yells and charges, connecting with the hammer to the head of Cashe and sending him flying off the apron and to the outside. He, too, is now bleeding. Bama: Good lord! Jenny drops the hammer. She then kicks the nails into a pile, so they are all together. She rolls out of the ring to go get Cashe. She lifts him up by the head. She rolls him into the ring. Punching him hard once, she comes off the ropes, going for a clothesline, but Cashe CATCHES HER!!!!!!! BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE PILE OF NAILS!!!!!!!! MYST HAS NAILS STICKING OUT OF HER BODY! Cashe, still down, side eyes Jenny. She is down in the pile of nails. Blood leaks out from under her. He gets up, stumbling over to her, and dropping an elbow. He covers. 1! 2!! MYST GETS A SHOULDER UP, SOMEHOW!!!! Cashe, now extremely frustrated, grabs her by the hair and bounces her head off the canvas. Again. And again. And again. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd again. “Stay down, ya dumb bitch!” He says to her as he picks her back up, going for his finisher, the Scrap Action Driver. He gets her up but when their bodies are closest, Myst BITES him. He yells out and drops her, holding his face. Myst took a chunk out of the side of his face with that bite! She is back on the canvas, and spits the chunk of skin out with a sick smile before wincing in pain again. Bama: I have never seen anything like this. Vinnie: My ratings are gonna be AWESOME! We should do this more often! Jenny, back to her feet but nobody knows how, charges Cashe. He sidesteps and tosses her into the corner. She flips over the turnbuckle and gets stuck in a horizontal position, her legs hooked under the turnbuckle and ropes and her body laying across the top. Blood drips from her face and back, and she’s almost unconscious. Cashe sees the opportunity. He winds up. Vinnie Lane: Here it comes, dude! The punch heard round the world! Bama: This is just cruel at this point! He looks at a little girl in the crowd, wearing white foundation, black lipstick and a JENNY MYST tee shirt. He points at her, then back at her hero whose laying over the ropes. The girl has tears running down her eyes as she says “No, please dont!” Cashe flips the girl off!!!! He bull rushes at Myst from the left, slamming into her with a devastating Hooking Right Elbow Strike (Bull Hammer) MARK OF JASON!!!!!!!!!!!! Myst flips and lands in a crumpled pile on the canvas. The little girl is beside herself. Bama: It’s over. Thank Jesus its over! Title or not, this is getting hard to watch. Cashe cockily covers her, a big smirk on his face. 1! Vinnie Lane: Here it is! 2!! Vinnie Lane: Get a picture of this Theo! There goes your March Madness ratings! 3—----MYST GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!! Bama: OH MY GOD! The X-Treme champion REFUSES to die here! What does Cashe have to do to this woman to put her out! Vinnie Lane: I don’t know dude, but I love it!!!!! Bama: You’re sick! Vinnie Lane: Tell that to my bank account! Myst is crawling towards Cashe. She grabs at his boots weakly. He kicks her hand off. She grabs at him again, trying to get herself up. He laughs, picking her up under the arms and standing her up. When he does, Myst SPITS BLOOD IN HIS FACE! He smiles, then delivers a hard right hand to take her down again. She crawls to the ropes, picking herself up. She is going to go for another Mark of Jason, this time bull rushing her from the other side. Jenny drops at the last moment with a drop toe hold, and Jason’s face bounces off the turnbuckle. He stumbles back and Jenny comes off the ropes with a Lou Thez press! It takes Jason down, and she crawls over to him towards the bag that is still sitting in the corner. Apparently, there was one more item in the bag. Jenny pulls it out. A NAIL GUN!!!!! She breathes heavy, and stumbles over to Cashe. He is using his arms to get up and Jenny NAILS HIS RIGHT HAND TO THE CANVAS!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! She grins through the bloody lipstick as Cashe screams. She then nails his other hand to the mat! Bama: Cashe is stuck, literally! Vinnie Lane: Yeah, Jenny really nailed that! Bama: You proud of that one? Vinnie Lane: Sure am! Jenny then sits on his back. “YOU THINK YOUR SLICK!” NAIL IN THE BACK “THIS IS MY TITLE!” NAIL IN THE BACK “YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!” NAIL IN THE BACK She smiles…….”ANNNND NOW………THE KIDNEYS!” She giggles a bit, and drives a nail into his lower back! Cashe is bleeding like a stuck pig now and his back is all torn up! He tries to lift his hands off the mat but the are nailed down tight. He screams in pain as he pulls harder. Jenny comes off the ropes with a leg drop to the back of the neck. She rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. She rolls back into the ring. Cashe has one bloody hand off the mat, a big hole in his hand. Bama: The champ with evil intentions here, and Cashe can't do a damn thing about it! She locks his arm in the chair fold. SHE’S GONNA TRY TO BREAK HIS ARM! Bama: Good god, this is Savage! Vinnie Lane: No, its Anarchy! Bama: I know its extreme rules but someone stop this! For god sakes he will be out of commission for months! Jenny stomps on the chair. He yells and goes to reach for his arm, which pulls the other nailed hand out. He grabs his arm, and Jenny snarls sickly. She limps over and goes to stomp the chair again but Cashe uses his strength, arching it upward and driving the top of the chair up and under her, between her legs! Myst grabs her crotch and drops to her knees, a pained expression on her evil face. He rips his arm out of the chair, and picks it up. He goes to lay it over her head, but she drops, rolling under him and rolling him up in a small school boy package. Her feet on the ropes! 1! 2!! HER FEET ON THE ROPES! 3—-Cashe kicks out!!! He rolls out of the small package roll up and pops up. Into Jenny shoving the chair into his midsection! She twists him into position! MYST OPPORTUNITIES!!!!!! Myst collapses on the cover. 1! 2!! 3—-_JASON CASHE GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!!!! Vinnie Lane: YES!  YESSSS!!!!!!! Bama: THIS IS MADNESS! Vinnie Lane: THIS IS ANARCHY! Myst picks the chair back up. Struggling to stay upright from blood loss. Cashe is reaching for the ropes, getting himself up. Jenny is sizing him up. He turns around. CASHE CATCHES THE CHAIR!!! He snatches it from Jenny's hands and then rears back... WHAM!!!!!!!!! He bends the chair over her head! Cashe tosses the chair down and then grabs Jenny Myst... SCRAP ACTION DRIVER!!! Cashe sends her slamming into the chair, and he drapes himself on top of her... 1! 2!! 3!!! Winner by Pinfall and NEW X-Treme Champion - Jason Cashe Bama: MY GOD WHAT A MAIN EVENT!!! The ref hands Cashe the belt. He looks shocked to be receiving it! Bama: Myst had ALL she could handle and came back for seconds tonight! She was physically dominated in a way we haven’t seen in a long time! Vinnie Lane: Jason Cashe finally won a big one, Bama! Jenny Myst is gonna be SHOCKED when she wakes up! Bama: I need my pills, Vinnie! This match got my BP all up in the air, I can’t have a grabber right here on TV… who’ll take care of little Sassy??? Vinnie Lane: Let’s get these cameras turned off so we can get you a little oxygen, dude! Here, jesus, take an aspirin… FOLKS, thank you so much for checking us out on Anarchy! This is one for the record books… we are ALL going to miss Ruby so very very much, and we absolutely wish her the best in future endeavors! Now, for Vinnie Lane, Bama T., and Sassafras… GOODNIGHT!!!! Anarchy fades as a THANK YOU RUBY graphic goes onto the AnarchoTron, with the crowd chanting it along as the show ends. SPECIAL THANKS: Raion Kido Jenny Myst Sid Grey Jason Cashe Gator RE: Anarchy 2-9-23 - Vita Frickin Valenteen - 02-11-2023 BACKSTAGE: Vita Valentine enjoys a steamy shower with an ear-to-ear grin while humming that Atomic Bat theme that she totally heard for the very first time tonight. Then! Though muffled through the heavy metal door, the sounds coming from the otherside were that of trouble afoot and definitely cause for alarm. Wrapped in nothing more than a hot pink towel, Vita peered out of the locker room door to see what all the fuss was about... She was not prepared for what she would find. A bloody, battered, and totally not fine Ruby being rushed towards a waiting ambulance! "Oh my God, Ruby!?!" E.M.T.S rushed by and out of sight before Vita would even process anything. Snapping into the reality of the situation, Vita rushed back inside to change and head straight to the nearest medical facility to check on her dearest friend's wellbeing, but not without thinking to herself; "Whoever were behind this heinous deed would NOT go unpunished". RE: Anarchy 2-9-23 - Noah Jackson - 02-11-2023 *Noah hides his "The Coont" mask and walks away nonchalantly*