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TODD: Welcome to XWF ANARCHY, folks, and boy do we have a show for you tonight!
BAMA: More Bashmaster Classic Qualifies AND the XWF Anarchy Championship is on the line following our beloved champion's improbable upset of Mark Flynn at XWF Wargames!
TODD: ...
BAMA: WHAT?!
TODD: Let's just get the show started.
Madison Dyson saunters out onto the ramp as a plume of gold smoke filters out.
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. Once at the ring, she takes her time getting in, walking ginergly up the steps and demanding the official hold the ropes open for her.
Todd: "Madison Dyson, the self-proclaimed ‘Queen of Controversy,’ showing just how much she loves to be hated."
Bama: "And she’s good at it, Todd. She's as vicious in the ring as she is on the mic, which means Dominick Strife’s in for a tough night."
The opening riff of AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" blares suddenly over the public announce speakers. The drums come crashing in, along with the rest of the instrumental section. Soon after, Dominick Strife steps out onto the stage, followed closely by his valet Isla Burke.
Rochelle Adams: Making his way to the ring at this time, accompanied by Isla Burke. He hails from White Marsh, Maryland - Ladies and Gentlemen, DOMINICK STRIFE!
The two walk down the ramp and up the nearside ring steps. Dominick holds the ropes for Isla to step into the ring and he follows after. The two of them look out to the crowd before striking a pose. After a few last minute words of advice, Isla wishes him luck and steps out of the ring. Dom starts warming up in his corner.
Todd: "The fans love this kid! At just 18 years old, Dominick Strife is already making waves in the XWF."
Bama: "But he’s still figuring things out, Todd. He’s got the stamina, the strength, the athleticism—but does he have the killer instinct? Madison won’t hesitate to take him out any way she can."
Both competitors are in the ring now, and the referee calls for the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Bashmaster Classic Qualifier
MADISON DYSON
- vs -
DOMINICK STRIFE
Standard Rules! |
The two competitors circle each other in the ring, sizing each other up. Madison, ever the opportunist, lunges in with a cheap shot, raking Dominick’s eyes with her nails.
Todd: "Oh, come on! Right off the bat with the eye gouge!"
Bama: "Classic Madison Dyson! She’s not here to play fair; she’s here to win."
The referee chastises Madison as Dominick stumbles back, but Madison is relentless. She follows up with a standing dropkick, sending Dominick crashing into the ropes. He rebounds, shaking off the cheap shot, but Madison is already on him, locking in a headlock and wrenching it with precision. She whips him into the ropes, preparing for a clothesline, but Dominick ducks under her arm and counters with a swift knife-edge chop that echoes through the arena.
Todd: "What a chop by Dominick Strife! He’s not backing down!"
Madison winces, clutching her chest as Dominick follows up with a forearm shiver to her jaw. He whips her into the corner and charges in with a backflip splash! The crowd erupts as Dominick’s athleticism is on full display.
Bama: "That kid can fly! But he better watch himself—Madison’s always thinking two steps ahead."
True to form, as Dominick goes for a second splash, Madison moves at the last second, and Dominick crashes into the turnbuckle. Madison wastes no time, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him down with a vicious hair-pull airplane swing, sending Dominick flying across the ring.
Todd: "Madison Dyson just tossed Dominick across the ring like a ragdoll!"
Bama: "That’s that underhanded experience, Todd. She’ll break every rule in the book if it means she’s in control."
Dominick struggles to get to his feet, clearly disoriented from the impact. Madison, sensing an opportunity, rushes in and goes for a step-up enzugiri, but Dominick ducks at the last second! Madison crashes to the mat, and Dominick quickly takes advantage, pulling her into a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge! The ref drops down for the count!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!
Madison kicks out just in time, frustration flashing across her face. Dominick, fueled by the crowd, stays on the attack. He lifts her up and sends her into the ropes, catching her on the rebound with a back body drop that shakes the ring.
Todd: "Dominick Strife is rolling now! Madison’s in trouble!"
But Madison is nothing if not resourceful. As Dominick goes to grab her again, she rakes his eyes once more, halting his momentum. Dominick stumbles back, and Madison takes advantage with a swift sit-out jawbreaker, sending him sprawling to the mat.
Bama: "She’s got no shame, Todd! And that’s why she’s so dangerous."
Madison rises to her feet, a sinister smile playing on her lips. She stalks over to Dominick, grabbing his leg and locking in a painful leg bar submission. Dominick writhes in pain, clawing at the mat as he tries to reach the ropes.
Todd: "Dominick’s in a bad spot here! That leg bar is locked in tight!"
The crowd begins to rally behind Dominick, chanting his name as he fights to break free. With sheer determination, he manages to roll over and kick Madison in the face, breaking the hold. Madison stumbles back, and Dominick uses the ropes to pull himself up, clearly favoring his leg.
Madison, furious now, charges at him, but Dominick ducks and counters with a Pele Kick, sending Madison reeling! The crowd erupts as Dominick, despite his injuries, starts to build momentum again.
Bama: "What a move! This kid is something special!"
Dominick climbs to the top rope, looking to finish Madison off with a high-flying move. He leaps off with a diving leg drop, but Madison rolls out of the way at the last second! Dominick crashes hard to the mat, clutching his back in pain.
Todd: "Oh no! Dominick missed! This could be the opening Madison needs!"
Madison, seizing the opportunity, goes for the cover! The referee drops down to count the pin!
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Dominick scrambles to his feet as Madison Dyson follows swiftly. The pair rise to a standing ovation as the crowd goes wild. Dominick charges at Madison, but Dyson quickly grabs the referee and throws him into Dominick's way: just in time for the referee to eat a Shoot to Thrill superkick! The referee drops like a sack of potatoes as the crowd gasps in shock. Dominick places his hands over his mouth as his face goes pale.
Todd: "And there goes the referee! He was caught in the crossfire!"
Bama: "Chaos has overtaken this match!"
Sensing an opportunity, Madison Dyson goes for the lowblow. With no referee to hold her back, Madison kicks Dom right in the gonads, sending him collapsing to the ground. The crowd boos as Madison saunters around the ring before attempting a pin!
But there's no referee to count it....
Bama: "Todd, damn it, I get it now! I see what Dominick was doing!"
Todd: "What?"
Bama: "He knocked the referee out, so now the referee can't count Dyson's victory! It was a genius level move from the young man!"
Todd: "...."
After multiple seconds of an uncounted pin, Madison gets off of Dominick and walks over towards the unconscious referee. Madison screams all sorts of obscenities at the referee, but unfortunately none of them wake him up. As Madison continues berating the referee for missing her pinfall attempt, Dominick Strife begins pulling himself up to his feet to a crescendo of audience applause.
From the crowd cues alone, Madison Dyson knows something is up. She turns around, slowly and dramatically- almost like a piece of cinema- as she rises to meet Dominick Strife once more. Madison Dyson and Dominick Strife charge into a brutal lock-up, their bodies crashing together in the center of the ring like freight trains. Madison digs her nails into Dominick’s eyes, raking viciously across his face one more time. Madison follows up by driving her knee into his midsection. Dominick doubles over in pain, but grits his teeth, fighting back with raw strength. He forces Madison into the corner, his forearms hammering down on her head and chest. Madison claws at his face, biting even, but Dominick endures, slamming her hard against the turnbuckle, standing tall as the crowd roars.
Todd: "This match was supposed to be standard rules, but with no referee in that ring these competitors look ready to murder each other!"
Bama: "This is getting violent and bloody- and I'm loving it, Todd! Referees make matches worse, not better: and this one is really starting to get good!"
Both opponents bloody the other as a vicious fight continues on in the corner of the ring. Madison is pinned against the turnbuckle, but she's fighting like a raccoon trapped in a cage. Dominick Strife is forced to suffer through teeth, nails, and dirty tricks galore as he continues hammering the poor woman with massive forearms and punches in the corner. As blood begins to flood their corner of the ring, a familiar theme blares across the X-tron!
Todd: "Oh my god, Bama, it's Bashmaster!"
Bama: "He better not be coming down here to ruin the fun, Todd!"
Todd: "Bama, someone might get hurt out there! There's no referee, and this match is going on way longer than the TV time allotted!"
Madison and Dominick both stop suddenly as the Anarchy GM steps to the stage, a microphone in hand. Dominick and Madison look up at him from the entrance ramp, both their faces covered in blood.
Bashmaster: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, let’s all take a moment to pause this bloody symphony, shall we?"
The crowd erupts with a mix of cheers and boos as Bashmaster struts onto the stage in a shimmering sequined suit, microphone held like a goblet of fine wine. He smirks, letting the energy of the crowd wash over him.
Bashmaster: "Now, I’ll admit, I love a good hard-hitting spectacle as much as the next deviant... but even I have limits.
And by ‘limits,’ I mean TV time. Daddy’s gotta keep the lights on, you know?"
TODD: "Finally, someone to bring order to this chaos!"
BAMA: "Order?! This is the Bashmaster we’re talking about! He’s about to make this even more ridiculous, I guarantee it."
Bashmaster: "Now, Madison, Dominick, I’ve gotta say... watching you two bloody each other up like two horny porcupines in a pillow fight has been delightful. But unfortunately, our referee seems to have taken an unexpected nap..."
He glances at the unconscious referee, sprawled out like a ragdoll.
Bashmaster: "...and time waits for no one! Not even the Queen of Controversy or our little Wonder Boy here. So, after consulting with... well, myself, I’ve reached a fair and equitable decision. Drumroll, please!"
He theatrically waves his hand, and the sound of a drumroll echoes through the arena. The crowd leans in, hanging on his every word.
Bashmaster: "This match... is a
The crowd explodes with boos, cheers, and audible confusion. Madison throws her hands in the air, shouting in frustration, while Dominick looks exhausted but relieved.
TODD: "A time limit draw?! That’s gotta be a controversial call!"
BAMA: "Controversial is Bashmaster’s middle name, Todd. Either that, or something way dirtier that we can’t say on live TV."
Bashmaster: "Now, now, before you get your tights in a twist, I’m not here to screw anyone over... well, not today at least. Instead, I’m here to... spread the love."
He winks suggestively at the camera, eliciting a mix of laughter and groans from the audience.
Bashmaster: "So here’s the deal! Since neither of you could prove you were better than the other tonight, I’m sending both of you to the Bashmaster Classic! That’s right, Madison Dyson and Dominick Strife, you’re both invited to Daddy’s big bash."
Madison’s face twists in a mix of disbelief and begrudging acceptance. Dominick, still catching his breath, offers a weak thumbs-up from his corner.
Bashmaster: "Because in my world, everyone deserves a second chance to... blow me away. Figuratively, of course! Or maybe not, depending on the afterparty. But that’s for me to know and you to fantasize about."
TODD: "This is... certainly one way to handle it."
BAMA: "Todd, he’s a genius! Now we get both of them in the Bashmaster Classic. It’s a win-win... except for the ref, who might need a chiropractor."
Bashmaster: "So, Madison, Dominick, clean yourselves up, get a little TLC on those bruises, and prepare for the greatest tournament this side of the Kama Sutra! And remember: at the Bashmaster Classic, anything goes... and I do mean anything."
He drops the mic with a dramatic flair, his theme music blasting over the speakers as he strikes a pose on the stage. The crowd is in a frenzy as Madison and Dominick exchange a final glare before exiting the ring.
TODD: "Well, there you have it, folks. The Bashmaster Classic just got even more intriguing with these two adding their names to the list."
BAMA: "And knowing Bashmaster, this is only the beginning of the madness. I can’t wait, Todd!"
The camera pans out, capturing the chaos, frustration, and excitement in the arena as the show cuts to a commercial break.
Bama: Well up next we got an interesting one for sure.
Todd: That’s right. Kinda makes me wonder who Summer Page pissed off!
Bama: Or who Latoya Hixx and Razor Blade whispered sweet nothings to! Either way we’ve got a handicap match and Summer has an uphill battle to climb as she must pin BOTH her opponents here tonight!
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 with Latoya Hixx in tow.
He raises 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. Meanwhile Latoya slides in under the bottom rope, pointing at the camera and talking some trash before refocusing up at the entryway.
S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder. Summer turns her attention to inside the ring where she motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer walks over to the closest ring corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle to showboat a little before hopping down and staring down Hixx and Blade.
Handicap Match
Summer Page
- vs -
The American Storm
Razor Blade & Latoya Hixx
Elimination Match!
If Summer wins, she will have to pin/submit both Razor and Latoya |
Todd: The American Storm looking to start this off with Razor Blade in the ring first.
Bama: Summer looks game though despite the odds!
Blade goes to lockup with Summer, but Summer floats around into a rear waist lock. She tries to suplex Razor but Razor block and elbows her in the head, followed by running to the ropes. Razor goes for a diving clothesline off the ropes but Summer ducks just in time! Razor scrambles to his feet only to be met by a “Total Knockout” superkick by Summer! The fans pop for the shocking move!
Bama: Oh wow! Summer with first blood there with one of her trademark moves!
Razor Blade falls into his corner and Hixx hits the blind tag. She immediately charges at Summer with a lariat. Summer evades and knees Hixx in the abdomen, but those abs don’t budge as Hixx shrugs off the blow and plants a wicked forearm strike to Summer’s skull! Summ stumbles and Hixx picks her up for a vertical suplex which lands! Hixx makes the earlyn cover.
1….
2….NO! Summer kicks out!
Hixx slaps the mat in frustration and looks at the ref, but he insists it was just a two. While Hixx argues, Summer takes advantage again and nails Hixx with the “Spoiled Rotten” backstabber! Summer covers!
1….
2…..
3…..NO! Hixx rolls the shoulder out!
Summer picks up Hixx and nails her with a snapmare takedown, followed by a headlock. But Hixx is savvy enough to throw a leg under the bottom rope and force a break.
Todd: Hixx showing going ring awareness there. Will it be enough?
Summer picks Hixx up again, but Hixx surprises her with a jab, followed by another, and then a finishing jab that knocks Summer to the mat. Hixx then tags in Razor Blade. Razor makes his way into the ring, but Hixx doesn’t leave immediately. Instead, she picks Summer up so Razor can land a cheapshot blow while Summer is restrained!
Todd: American Storm not exactly playing by the rules here!
The ref chastizes the team as Hixx finally takes her leave. Razor presses his advantage now, hitting a scoop slam on Summer before dropkicking her in the back of the head! Then, he picks Summer up and nails her with an inverted suplex slam! He covers!
1….
2…..
3…..NOOO! Summer pops her shoulder out!
Bama: An uncomfortably close kickout there for Summer Page.
Todd: Yeah, maybe the numbers game is finally catching up to her.
Razor picks Summer up again, but doesn’t have a good grasp of her as Summer drops down into a split and uppercuts Razor in the mouth. The fans pop for the unique move as Razor stumbles into the ropes. Summer kips up and lariats Razor up and over the top rope!
Todd: And just like that the lady is back in charge! So impressive!
The ref tells Summer to let Razor back in the ring, and she does, but only long enough to drop a double axe handle on the back of his head. Summer then kicks and stomps at Razor until he picks himself up in a neutral corner. Razor finally fights back with a boot to Summer’s midsection, followed by a Russian Legsweep. Razor goes to Hixx to tag her back in.
Bama: And here’s where the numbers game becomes a problem. Hixx is now fresh as a daisy.
Hixx wastes no time grappling Summer up and putting her in a powerbomb position….but Page back body drops out of it! Hixx lands hard and Summer stomps down on her skull hard before going to the top rope! Page starts signalling for…
Todd: …the MPME!
Summer takes flight aaaaaaaand lands on Hixx! Summer goes for the cover!
1….
2…..
3….YES! WAIT! NO! Razor Blade leaps in to break up the count!
The fans are mixed by this turn of events and the ref gets in Razor’s face forcing him back into his corner! Meanwhile, Summer measures Hixx as she gets vertical and lands yet another “Total Knockout” Superkick! Summer scrambles to cover Hixx again on the far side of the ring!
1….
2…..
3…..! YES! Summer does it!!
| LATOYA HIXX IS ELIMINATED |
Bama: Latoya Hixx just got eliminated and Razor looks furious!
Razor charges into the ring and damn near lariats Summer’s head off! Razor then pulls Summer into the center of the ring where he attempts to hit the BLADE ROSE! But Summer sneaks out and fights back! She punches at Razor with a flurry of strikes before smashing him down to the canvas. But Razor is quick to recover and looking mad! He grapples Summer and goes to hit her with a DDT, but again Summer escapes and lariats Razor down!
Summer starts working the crowd, garnering more and more momentum!
Todd: I can’t believe this! Is she gonna do it?! Is she really going to outlast both Hixx and Razor Blade?!
Summer waits for Razor to get back up and tries to nail him with another super kick, but Razor had it scouted and he catches Summer’s leg and pulls her in to a big time belly to belly suplex!
Todd: Oh no, Summer went to that well one too many times!
Blade now plays to the crowd, pumping himself up to finish Summer. He picks Summer up but Summer bats his arm away and lands an elbow strike, followed by a knee strike, followed by a back fist! Then she locks Razor up and hits him with the “1999” Impaler DDT! She covers!
1…..
2……
3….YES THREE! SUMMER PAGE DID IT!
Todd: HOLY HELL!
Bama: WOW! Just wow! Summer Page beating two very game competitors here tonight! What a win for Summer and what a match for us!
Todd: Summer’s got to have a ton of momentum coming off this unique victory. Can’t wait to see what she does with it.
The show returns from commercial with 'Cavortin' Jake Borden already in the ring.
TODD: Up next, another Bashmaster Classic Qualifier
BAMA: Bashy is cool, I guess, but what I’m really looking forward to in this one is-
TODD: That’s right folks, it’s the return of Atara Raven to XWF Anarchy!
The honeyed rasp of Atara's voice blares over the facility's PA in unison with those words appearing on the multitude of screens and displays littering the arena.
HELLO DOVES
The crowd pops and gets to their feet shouting in near total unison a single word.
OPA!
Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.
Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.
Bashmaster Classic Qualifier
ATARA RAVEN
- vs -
“CAVORTIN” JAKE BORDEN
Standard Rules! |
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell rings and Atara and Jake look across from each other, it’s clear that Jake wants to be anywhere else right about now. Sweat drips down along his body as he tries to keep himself under control, and starts gently bouncing up and down on his toes. Atara, meanwhile, is cool as a cucumber as she stretches out on her side of the ring.
Todd: Clear dichotomy between our two competitors here as we start off…
Bama: Hardly surprising. Atty’s been in several big moments in this company and elsewhere before, and she’ll have many more. She’s built for the spotlight. Someone like Jake Borden, on the other hand? He might pass out on the spot, the way he’s getting so pale…
Todd: Reminds me of when I was first picking up cameras and getting into filming, honestly.
Atara starts things off, beginning to circle around the ring smoothly as she keeps her eyes trained on Jake. Jake stiffens at first, realizing what’s going on, before beginning to hurriedly jog around while having to awkwardly turn his head to keep his eyes on Atara. They slowly come towards the center of the ring, Jake going for a collar-and-elbow tie-up…
Oh! Atara manages to duck underneath! Jake turns around, trying to keep up with the wily veteran-
CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Todd: Strong knife-edge chop there! I’m surprised Jake didn’t get floored on the spot with how much power Atty managed to pour into that!
Bama: He hardly looks better than that, to be fair…
Sure enough, Jake is gritting his teeth and grimacing as he gingerly holds onto his chest and walks to the apron. Atara has her brows furrowed as she sees Jake kneeling down to grab something, and the referee bends in to try and admonish Jake. Jake looks to the camera, however, as he holds up-
Todd: Are those… cards? Why are those out here?!
Bama: There was supposedly word in the days before the show about how Jake Borden got busy trying to write a play and used those cards to try and speak for him. I guess, uh… he’s not really getting out of that habit?
Todd: But how is he- you know what? Never mind.
Jake drops his card as it sails out of the ring, using the ring ropes to try and pull himself up onto his feet. He gets situated right in the corner - but Atara is right there as she tries for another knife-edge chop!
OH! But now it’s Jake who manages to duck out of the way in time, circling around to try and take advantage, and now it’s Atara who’s trapped right in the corner! He’s got just enough time to reach forward and clap Atara right on the ears! Her hearing is ringing all over as she gasps out in pain, letting Jake take advantage to reach forward and bring her across the ring with a Scottish Whip!
Atara runs to the opposite corner at breakneck speeds with Jake right behind, but Atara manages to right herself in time! She leaps onto the second rope, before jumping and turning in mid-air to hit Jake with a springboard crossbody! It hits beautifully as Jake gets taken down to the mat, with a quick cover by Atara!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Bama: Jake hanging in there for now, but Atara’s only getting started. This might be a long night for Jake.
Todd: Atara can’t get ahead of herself though ‘til this is over!
Atara doesn’t waste any time, grabbing the downed Jake by the head and SMASHING her knee right into him! Jake twists and turns onto his back, howling in pain as he checks to make sure he’s not bleeding! He reaches under him as he sees Atara looming over him, and…
Todd: How did he even get that there?! Does he just have folded up cards stuck… wherever?
Bama: If it works for him, Todd, then uh… good for him?
Atara scoffs and rolls her eyes, before reaching down to yank the card away. Jake tries to fight to hold onto the card, but Atty wins out in getting her hands on it and tossing it off to the side. As she does, however, a new card is revealed!
| You’re gonna pay for that! |
Atara furrowed her brows, confused. How did he know…?
Jake takes advantage of the momentary distraction, turning himself so that he can hit a drop toe hold on Atara! Atara gets taken down to the mat, trying to get back up, but Jake is quicker this time! He manages to drop an axe handle on Atara’s back! Atara stumbles back down onto her knees, but she’s not giving up! She goes to get up again!
A second axe handle! But Atara is still moving!
A third! A fourth! A fifth axe handle! And Atara is FINALLY grounded!
Jake realizes he’s actually got the upper hand in the match for once! He’s beaming from ear to ear, and drops down to go for the cover on Atara!
OOOOOOOON- KICKOUT!
Bama: Well, that didn’t last long.
Todd: Jake grounding Atara was a step better for him in this match than some may have predicted, but it’s on him to try and follow that up if he wants to maintain control here! A spot in the Bashmaster Classic is what’s awaiting him here!
Jake panics for a moment, before resting his eyes on the turnbuckle. That was it! He scurried off to the apron, stepping onto there before taking a brief moment to raise his arms to try and pump up the crowd for what was to come!
Crickets were his only response.
Bama: Ouch. Tough crowd this week, huh?
Jake looks left to right, seeing the silence that greeted him, but tries his best not to dwell on it as he steps onto the turnbuckle! Rope by rope, he climbs his way to the top, before beginning to stand right as Atara manages to come back to her feet! Jake leaps!
DOUBLE AXE HAAAAAAAAAAANDLE!
ATARA COUNTERS WITH A DROPKICK THAT HAS JAKE SAILING BACK INTO THE CORNER! JAKE GETS KNOCKED LOOPY AS HE FUMBLES AROUND, DROPPING TO A SEATED POSITION AS HE HOLDS UP A NEW CARD!
Todd: Did he think that the best follow-up there… was just doing the same move but from a higher point?
Bama: Y’know, Todd, we’ve seen some stupider things happen in this squared circle. Part of me isn’t that surprised, y’know?
Atara scoffs at Jake and his card, before quickly moving to follow up! She runs off the ropes with a full head of steam, before lunging to cave Jake’s head with a running boot! Atty’s boot punches right through Jake’s card, leaving a giant hole within it as boot meets face! Jake gets sent on dream street as the card goes flying, but as it does, the camera manages to pick up a message on a card that was right behind the most recent one.
Atara smugly smiles, looking for the pin to try and end this right here and now.
OOOOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOOO!
JAKE MANAGES TO GET HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Todd: Jake Borden is still somehow in this! Showing a bit of his heart and soul here tonight!
Bama: Hard to say he’s in this, Todd. I think his foot might’ve just absently dangled onto the rope there and got lucky.
Todd: Well, luck or not, Bama, you can’t argue with what the camera just showed us. This match is still going!
Atara doesn’t look pleased as she double checks with the referee to see what happened. She frowns as Jake comes to, but Atara is determined to try and put this match away, right here and right now! She grabs Jake by the back of his trunks and brings him right to the center of the ring! She hooks her arms in between his legs…
JAKE REALIZES WHAT’S COMING! HE’S TRYING TO KICK AND STRUGGLE OUT! BUT IT’S NOT GOING TO SAVE HIM AS ATARA LIFTS!
JAKE TRIES TO FLIP OUT, BUT IT BACKFIRES AS- BIRTH OF VENUS!
Todd: OH! JAKE LANDED ON HIS HEAD THERE WITH HOW HE WAS TRYING TO ANGLE OUT THERE?!
Bama: Does he have a concussion- wait! TODD! YOU SEE THAT?!
ATARA THEMIS IS PINNED DOWN BY THE UNCONSCIOUS JAKE BORDEN!
Todd: NO WAY! Atara’s trying to squirm out, but that’s nearly 200 pounds of dead weight right there!
The referee notices this happening and makes the count!
OOOOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEE?!
ATARA KICKS OUT RIGHT AT THREE, BUT IT’S TOO LATE!
Bama: NO WAY!
Todd: WE JUST SAW THE IMPROBABLE HERE TONIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
| Winner and Qualifying for the Bashmaster Classic: “CAVORTIN’” JAKE BORDEN! |
ATARA RAVEN IS FUMING RIGHT NOW! She’s arguing with the referee, but it’s no use! She curses under her breath before rolling off! The referee bends down to help wake up Jake Borden, slapping him a couple times… and he opens his eyes!
Bama: You’d think he’d have a song ready to help celebrate this win…
Todd: Maybe we’re just not meant to know, Bama.
Jake is helped up to his feet by the referee, raising his arms to the sound of complete and utter silence! He blinks nervously at the crowd, before flashing a smile and raising up a card for them all!
He nods a bit, before taking a deep breath and letting the smile wash away for a small moment. He won… he won! He puts the card away, unveiling a new one in its place.
Jake realizes he’s questioning his own win on his card, and - who wrote this stuff?! Jake looks at it with a puzzled expression, before tossing the card off to the side, which flips up another card for the world to see...
| Yes, darling! You did! AND.... also qualifying for the Bashtastic Classic of Bashing Mastery, that red hot Dove from Above: ATARA RAVEN! |
TODD: Uhhhh...
Jake staggers his way out of the ring, limping to the back as Anarchy rolls on.
We cut to a shot inside the XWF medical room, the lights flicker slightly as the camera pans over the worn-out equipment.
Charlie Nickles sits on the edge of the examination table, still in his street clothes but bouncing with restless energy. He rubs his temples, eyes glazed, clearly feeling the effects of his long and storied career.
The XWF doctor, an old hand in this brutal business, enters the room, eyeing Charlie with concern.
"Charlie, you shouldn’t even be thinking about stepping into the ring tonight. I’m seeing all the signs of a severe concussion still hanging around. If you step in that ring tonight, it could get much worse"
The doctor grabs a flashlight and checks Charlie’s eyes, frowning at the delayed reaction and obvious symptoms of a traumatic brain injury.
""Look, Doc... I get it. My head’s a little fuzzy, but so what? I’m Charlie freakin' Nickles! I could have two concussions, and I’d still be the best wrestler on this card. You think a little head knock’s gonna slow me down?"
The doctor sighs heavily, his expression grim.
"Charlie, this isn’t something you can just ‘shake off.’ You’re already showing signs of post-concussion syndrome. If you go out there tonight, this could get much worse. You could—"
The Doctor pauses, clearly debating whether to talk sense into the unhinged wrestler or just give in.
"Honestly, I’d advise anyone else to sit out, but you’re... different. You thrive on chaos. You’re like a cockroach—you can survive anything, right?"
Charlie Nickles chuckles through the throbbing pain, disguising it the best he can.
"Now you’re talkin’! I’m indestructible, Doc. These guys can hit me with steel chairs, ladders, whatever they want—I keep coming back. Tonight’s match is going to be legendary, and I’m not missing it because of a fucking headache."
The doctor rubs his forehead, clearly conflicted.
"If this was anyone else, I’d be ripping up their clearance right now. But you, Charlie... you’ve always been a wildcard. So, against my better judgment..."
The Doctor signs the medical release form with a sharp flick of his pen.
"You’re cleared to compete. But, Charlie, don’t push it too far tonight. Even you’ve got limits."
Charlie Nickles laughs as stands up slowly, the world spinning around him for a moment as he steadies himself against the exam table.
"Limits? Doc, I don't know the meaning of the word."
Charlie grabs his bag, swaying a little as he throws it over his shoulder, clearly feeling the effects of his brain injury, but determined to fight through it.
"You’re cleared. But I’m warning you—this is no joke. You could be risking more than just a match. Your career could be on the line if you're not careful out there."
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Doc. But I’ve never been one to play it safe. Let’s see how far this wildcard can push it, huh?"
The doctor watches him leave, concern etched on his face as Charlie walks out of the room with a bit less swagger than usual. The camera zooms in on the signed release form, the tension lingering in the air as the scene fades away.
TODD: Well Bama, we’ve reached the last of our *scheduled* Bashmaster Classic Qualifier matches for the evening!
BAMA: Which means nothing, right? Considering whatever shenanigans The Bashmaster pulled in the Dyson and Strife match, and with what just happened before commercial break, it seems like anyone could qualify for his “Classic” at any given time.
Charlie Nickles’s music explodes through the stadium speakers, drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd. Nickles, Tommy Wish, and Dick Powers emerge from behind the curtain. Dick’s face is bent in anguish as he stares into the eyes of some impoverished, drunken hillbilly in the stands. For a moment, he sees a reflection of himself in the face of this poor, fat, slobbering normie. A single tear trickles down his cheek. Charlie leans in front of Dick, snapping his fingers and trying to break his partner free from the sudden grip of economic insecurity that Thad Duke has so coldly imposed upon him.
TODD: Nonetheless, Bama, we’ve got one heck of a qualifier match ahead of us… Charlie Nickles, leading a team of Dick Powers and Tommy Wish to do battle in six-man tag team action.
BAMA: The last time Charlie was responsible for leading a group of people on Anarchy, he led LSM right to her watery grave. We can only hope that the same fate won’t befall his brethren tonight! Especially not Dick Powers. I don’t think I have the heart to see anything bad happen to him
Charlie and Tommy both grab Dick, tugging and pulling him down to the ring.
The arena lights dim slightly before exploding into a kaleidoscope of colorful strobes as "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by Wham! hits the speakers. The upbeat tune fills the air, and the crowd erupts in cheers for Lucky Louis Hero.
TODD: This must be our newest signee to the Anarchy roster, Bama.
BAMA: “Lucky” Louis Hero. His name has definitely betrayed him! I mean just look at this goof-ball he’s been partnered with.
The camera pans up to Mr. Oz’s face as LLH, Mr Oz and-
BAMA: Not him! The OTHER goof-ball
The camera then closes up on Roger’s face.
TODD: Roger? The man is a national treasure! Didn’t you see how well he competed in WarGames?
BAMA: People call that “good”. I call it costing your team a spot in the finals.
TODD: He was there as a replacement, Bama, and if it weren’t for Roger, that team would’ve been eliminated much earlier.
Lucky Louis Hero leads his motley crew down to the ring.
Bashmaster Classic Qualifier
Charlie Nickles, Dick Powers & Tommy Whish
- vs -
Lucky Louis Hero, Roger & Mr. Oz
3 Bashers Qualify - 1 Fall! |
Charlie, in an effort to get his partner to snap out of his funk, barks at Powers to start things off!
Oz and Hero talk strategy in their corner… When Roger spots a penny in the center of the ring! Face-up! He darts through the ropes to grab it!
Dick slowly steps through the ropes, his typical bravado dimmed by the crushing weight of existential dread. What was Dick Powers without his riches? His dirty wealth, painstakingly swindled through schemes straight out of Superman 2, is now gone. The days of slow-dancing to Coastal Grandmother Yacht Rock in Ibiza felt like a distant, fleeting memory, washed away like the tides.
TODD: Folks at home, we, uh… we’re not entirely sure what’s happening here.
Minutes crawl by as Dick stands frozen in the ring, his eyes distant, lost in a haze of this existential crisis. From the apron, Charlie and Tommy scream at him to snap out of it, the cacophony of booing fans and blinding arena lights swirling around him.
Suddenly, Dick stirs. The realization hits him like a slap to the face. He’s not just anyone. He’s the Slambassador. Dick goddamn Powers. He straightens his posture, nods to his comrades ready to reclaim his swagger…
Until he looks across the ring.
There stands Roger. Biting on a penny to make sure it’s real, before sticking it in his pocket.
Roger seems to shuffle aimlessly around the ring, his movements diagonal back and a bit to the left, diagonal back and a bit to the right, a strange, disjointed rhythm only he seems to understand.
And then Roger looks up. And makes eye contact with Dick.
In that moment, Dick sees it. His bleak future, barreling toward him like a red-headed freight train. The second-hand store flannel shirt. The absolutely unbecoming corduroy trousers. A digital wristwatch… on Roger’s wrist!
Roger grins, blissfully unaware, his face radiating a carefree, happy-go-lucky poverty.
Dick’s eyes go wide.
The realization grips him. This is his fate. Reduced to a simpleton, a cheerful loser scraping by in obscurity. He’d sooner die than suffer such a moronic fate.
The official waves a hand in front of Powers’ face…
TODD: The referee is asking Powers if he can continue…
BAMA: Continue?!? The match hasn’t even started!
Panic sets in. Dick starts to sweat, his breathing shallow and erratic. The arena spins around him. He clutches his chest, staggering back into the ropes.
BAMA: Oh my god! He’s having a heart attack!
THUMP.
Dick flops dead on the mat.
The ref signals for the EMTs. He leans over Dick, laying two fingers on his vein to check his vitals. The ref looks up at Charlie, his watery eyes on the verge of weeping. Charlie storms through the ropes and shoves the ref off of Dick. He takes Dicks limp arm and tags himself into the match before leaning down and scooting Dick’s dead body to the ring apron with his legs.
TODD: On with the match!
Charlie rushes Roger and hits him with a clothesline. Roger falls to the mat easily, and now Charlie is on top of him, punching him in the head over and over. He jerks Roger up to his feet and scoops him- but just before the slam, Mr. Oz slaps Roger’s arm and tags in.
Charlie slams Roger down to the mat, but is bum rushed from behind, by a series of clobbering forearms from Mr. Oz.
Spinning Nickles around, Oz bearhugs Charlie, and squeezes with all of his might. Charlie yells out and headbutts Mr. Oz, causing the monster to release Charlie. Charlie stumbles back after the headbutt, holding his forehead. Mr. Oz shakes off the hit, a look of frustration slides into a scowl of determination. He charges forward and crushes Charlie with a shoulder tackle, sending the Nickleman sprawling into the ropes.
TODD: Look at the power of Mr. Oz! Charlie Nickles just got steamrolled!
Charlie groggily climbs back to his feet, but Oz grabs him, hoisting him into the air for a delayed vertical suplex! Even taunting by doing squats while he holds Charlie aloft.
BAMA: If Oz holds him up any longer, Charlie’s gonna be paying rent up there!
Oz finally slams Charlie to the mat with authority, and the crowd roars.
OZ COVERS!
1!
2!!
NO!!!
TOMMY WISH DIVES IN THE RING WITH A FLYING ELBOW BREAKING THE FALL!
Oz rolls off Charlie, clutching his side, as Tommy drags his partner toward their corner. He tags himself in, slapping Charlie’s hand.
Tommy charges at Oz and hits a beautiful flying lariat, taking the big man off his feet. Tommy wastes no time laying into Oz with a series of stiff forearm strikes across the face!
Oz rebounds against the ropes, looking for a clothesline! But Tommy dodges it, and catches Oz with a textbook double-leg takedown, before locking him into a Boston Crab in the center of the ring.
TODD: Tommy Wish showing us more of the technical prowess of his repertoire here tonight! Wrenching on Mr. Oz’s back!
Oz grits his teeth, digs deep, and powers out with a burst of strength, flipping Tommy onto his back. The crowd pops as Oz scrambles to his feet and lunges toward his corner, tagging in…
“LUCKY” LOUIS HERO!
The crowd erupts as LLH pounces into the ring, full of energy. He starts his “Getting Lucky” sequence, ducking a wild clothesline from Tommy and firing back with rapid-fire punches. A monkey flip sends Tommy soaring, followed up by a wind-up punch that sends the crowd into hysteria!
BAMA: Lucky Louis is looking like a bona fide superstar! Where did they find this guy, a Saturday morning cartoon?
Lucky caps off his comeback with the Lucky Elbow, theatrically winding up before dropping it right on Tommy’s head. Wish flops on the mat from the standing atomic elbow. The crowd chants Hero’s name as he climbs the ropes. LLH starts clapping his hands along to the chants. He climbs to the top, looking to put this away…
LUCKY SHOT!
IS THWARTED!
Charlie yanks Tommy out of the ring just in time to save him. The two try to regroup on the outside, while LLH quickly shakes off his missed dive. He spots Charlie and Tommy, and sprints toward the ropes, launching himself over with a breathtaking flying crossbody, taking both men down in a heap!
TODD: LUCKY LOUIS IS TAKING FLIGHT HERE ON ANARCHY!
The ref starts a count, but Lucky is already ahead of the game. Popping back to his feet and rolling back in the ring, moving right past the dead body of Dick Powers on the apron. Lucky taunts the crowd in the center of the ring and moves over to tag Oz… BUT IT’S ROGER WHO REACHES OUT AND SLAPS LLH’S HAND! Thinking it was a high-five! Oz’s face is washed with dismay.
BAMA: Look at this idiot! He’s going to cost another team a win just like he did at WarGames!
Roger bounces around the ring, practicing his trademark diagonal moves, seemingly oblivious to the carnage outside of the ring. Tommy and Charlie clutched in one another’s arms, struggling back to their feet. Charlie grabs Tommy by the back of his pants and rolls him back into the ring. Tommy pops to his feet, and runs in to stop Roger from doing any additional damage with the diagonal moves that cost him his partner Dick’s life, BUT ROGER COUNTERS!
A SKID ATTACK!
Sliding across the mat and tripping Tommy with his socks. Tommy stumbles, allowing Roger to hook him from behind with an attempted school boy pin!
1!
TOMMY EASILY KICKS OUT!
AND RISES TO HIS FEET - SLAMMING ROGER DOWN WITH A BRAINBUSTER!
Tommy sets Roger up, dragging him by the head toward his corner. Ready to tag in Charlie, but before he can make the tag, Oz has stormed back into the ring and grabs Tommy by the waist, pulling him back and delivering a massive spinebuster!
Charlie drops from the apron and runs around to the side of the ring, where he meets LLH. He and Lucky start trading punches near the barricade, before Charlie ends the scuffle by hitting a big clothesline that sends the two of them spilling into the fans.
Meanwhile… Dick Powers, still lifeless, is draped on the ring apron like a discarded coat.
Amidst the confusion, Roger, dazed and confused, stumbles toward Dick’s limp body, accidentally kicking his arm into the back of Tommy’s leg.
The ref slaps his hands together!
INDICATING A TAG???
‘
On the outside, LLH has fought back, and he and Charlie now find themselves standing on top of the barricade brawling once more. But Charlie still has the upperhand, he steps down, holding LLH by the wrist and whips with all of his might. LLH goes hurdling from the barricade and collides with the ring apron the impact causing Dick’s body to roll just under the ropes and into the ring, taking Roger’s feet out from under him.
Roger hollers out at the sudden discomfort felt in his heels. He plops down, his rear now seated on Dick’s chest
THE REF DROPS TO THE MAT!
1!
TODD: WAIT, is… Dick Powers the legal man again?
2!!
BAMA: Oh no, this can’t be how it ends!
3!!!
WINNERS!
AND ADVANCING IN THE BASHMASTER CLASSIC:
“Lucky” Louis Hero, Mr. Oz and Roger! |
TODD: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
BAMA: ROGER JUST PINNED A DEAD MAN! THAT NECROMANCING FREAK!
The bell rings and the arena erupts in cheers. Roger leaps to his feet, celebrating wildly like he’s just single handedly conquered Mount Everest. Lucky and Oz stare in disbelief as the ref raises Roger’s arm.
TODD: In a most absurd turn of events, Roger, Lucky Louis Hero and Mr. Oz are advancing to the Bashmaster Classic!
LLH and Oz join Roger in the center of the ring to celebrate, as Roger pulls his lucky penny out of his pocket, biting on it one more time for good measure.
As the opening riff of "Vampire" by Saint Agnes tore through the arena the crowd jumped to their feet! Vita makes her way down to the ring, slapping hands with her fans along the way. Vita then slides into the ring and postures for the crowd as her music dies down.
In the darkness… the familiar eerie metal tune kicks in!
Fog rolls in… suddenly, lime green lasers slice through the darkness, setting the stage for 'The Dark Warrior' Micheal Graves.
Suddenly, a spotlight glows, revealing stepping out from behind the curtain…
’Micheal Graves’!
‘Graves’ creeps about the foggy ramp, like a killer stalking through the alleys of Foggy London.
‘Graves’ reaches the base of the ramp…
…
He spins to face the crowd…
Raising his Anarchy Title in the air…
Bama: Ladies and gentlemen it's about that TIME!
"Micheal Graves" takes a long look at his Anarchy championship before handing it over to senior referee Chaz Bobo who hoists it in the air for the crowd to see.
Todd: Oh boy! It’s been a hot minute since we’ve seen Vita in action! This whole dang place is excited.
Bama: The hairs on my arms are standing erect, baby! Feel ‘em, Toddy! FEEL ‘EM!
Todd: Please stop asking me to do that. “Graves” best be on his A game for the last Anarchy of the year, could Vita be the new champ of 2025!? Or will “Micheal Graves” dark reign of workplace unionism continue? Let’s find out.
© Allegedly ‘Micheal Graves’
- vs -
Vita Valenteen
Standard Rules! |
DING! DING! DING!
We open with our two competitors circling one another to a hype crowd before locking up in a collar and elbow, Vita Valenteen grabbing “Graves” arm and twisting and turning under with a wristlock before letting loose with a few high kicks to “Graves” stomach.
“Graves” manages to cut the attack short wrapping his free arm around Vita’s leg and pulling the proverbial rug out from under Vita’s feet and she drops to the mat; “Graves” keeps a hold of her leg and stomps down on her stomach with a big boot before turning her over and ripping her leg back with a single leg Boston Crab.
Valenteen hisses in pain but quickly breaks the hold maneuvering around pushing “Graves” out of the hold with her boot. Graves stumbles out and hits the ropes on the rebound going for a punt as Vita goes to stand but quickly drops onto her front and “Graves” misses, continuing his momentum into the ropes once more as he comes back Vita leaps into the air to sail over “Graves” but the champ halts and angles himself and grabs Vita’s arms as she falls back to earth setting her up in a Crucifix Powerbomb!
Bama: GRAVE CONSEQUENCES!?
But Vita kicks her legs and shifts her weight forcing herself back to the canvas and countering “Graves” weight into a backslide pin! Chaz hurries in for the count!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT at 2!!!
Todd: Holy moly! I almost had a Dick Powers heart attack then! I thought we were gonna have a new champ!
The two step back up at the same time and size one another up. Hesitating to attack waiting for each other to move. The crowd begin to get real loud.
Before “Graves” strikes first with a feint right hook and actually strikes with a stomp onto Vita’s foot and a thumb poke to her eye! Valenteen stumbles back as “Graves” follows up with a big boot but Vita drops under the boot and brings “Graves” down with a drop toe hold and scrambles on top of “Graves” to lock in-
Todd: THE EMBRACE!!
Vita locks in the Rings of Saturn and “Graves” hollers in pain as he struggles in the hold. Chaz Bobo gets in close to check on the champ who tries his hardest to escape.
Vita reels back on his arms!
“Graves” kicks his feet trying to move to the ropes.
He tries to pulls his arms out of the hold.
But to no avail.
With an insane amount of desperation, “Graves” pushes a knee forward and forces himself up onto his feet carrying Vita on his back before falling back and Valenteen bounces out of the submission. “Graves” sits up rolling his shoulder as Vita tries to get air back into her lungs.
“Graves” growls in anger as he throws an elbow back into Vita’s head and turns around kicking at Vita on the ground, not giving her a moment. He grabs a handful of hair lifting Vita’s head high up before delivering a nasty chop to her throat!
Vita gags for air but “Graves” forces Vita up more and chops again into her chest!
As “Graves” comes down for a devastating blow Vita reactively swipes with her hand and an arc of red ichor is cast from her palm.
Todd: WOAH!
Bama: Vita threw out some blood magic, baby!
“Graves” seems physically unharmed from the cast but mentally…
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He is far from okay as he reels back with a hiss like a cornered animal. Vita looks at her hand confused then to the ref expecting a DQ but Chaz gives a thumbs up and allows the match to continue.
Bama: Strange that the “Dark Warrior” would be fearful of magic considering… The Dark Warrior is a warlock.
Todd: Life is strange, Bama…
Vita stands and gets into a fighting pose allowing “Graves” the time to recover, the champ takes this time to call out to Irwin the superfan in the front row.
“Irwin! Vampire defenses GO!”
Irwin nods and hops the barricade with a hose in tow and turns the nozzle spewing water onto the ring.
Bama: The hell is that boy doin’?
Running water flows across the canvas as The Dark Warrior laughs!
“What now VAMPYR!? How can you approach me!?”
Todd: “Graves” is relying on the old vampire weakness of not being able to cross running water.
Vita looks down at the feeble stream of water and simply steps over it cutting “Graves” laughter short. Irwin slowly lowers the hose before he is tackled by security and thrown out of the arena. “Graves” hesitates before digging into his tights and throwing rice at Vita; Valenteen flinches briefly and looks at the rice laying on the mat. “Graves” begins to laugh again!
Todd: Oh, now the weakness that vampires need to count each piece of rice. Real old school.
“Now you’ll be here forever counting this endless pile of rice and I shall claim my victory by simply taking you out when you least exp-”
“Six.”
“WHAT!?”
Vita decks “Graves” in the face and knocks him into the corner.
Vita runs up and gut checks “Graves” with a solid knee before mounting up and kissing her fist as she strike down with the chant of the crowd.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Bama: TEN! Ten punches! A-ah-ah-ah!
Todd: Great Count reference, Bama.
Bama: Who’s that?
“Graves” is dizzy in the corner as Vita finishes her strikes before hopping off and springboarding from the perpendicular ropes and delivering a beautiful bulldog!
Valenteen goes for a strong cover!
The ref slides in for the count!
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
“Graves” drunkenly tries to get off the canvas as Vita breathes heavily before slapping the mat and heading to the ropes.
Bama: Vita heading to the outside?
She gets on the apron and calls “Graves” to his feet, fully backed by the crowd.
Todd: I think we’re gonna see something else here, Bama T.!
“Graves” stands up and clumsily turns around into a flying Vita!
Todd: EAT DEFEAT!!!!
SLINGSHOT DROPKICK FROM VITA VALENTEEN!!!
Bama: INTERCEPTION!!!!!!
“Graves” drops playing possum and dashes forward, grabbing Vita’s arm and falling to the mat with her!
Todd: FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!!!!!
“Graves” reels back with all his weight!
Vita in the center of the ring has nowhere to go as she screams in the hold!
“Graves” is trying to break her arm, his wild eyes behind the Dark Warrior mask staring down at Vita as he demands she taps.
Vita throws her fist at “Graves” legs which only force him to tighten the hold.
Vita struggles!
She pushes!
Claws!
Strikes out!
But the pain is too much!
Her arm goes down.
Getting limp.
She refuses to tap.
But locking eyes with “Graves”.
She slowly fades out of consciousness.
Chaz Bobo has no other option but to call for the bell.
| WINNER AND STILL ANARCHY CHAMPION - “MICHEAL GRAVES!” |
BAMA: The undeniable reign of Micheal Graves ontop of Anarchy continues on!
Waters
Dyson
Flynn
And now Valenteen
Some of the most legendary wrestlers to ever grace the airwaves of Anarchy have all tried, and they've all fallen!
TODD: It does beg us to question, Bama, who can stop 'Micheal Graves'? Maybe we'll get some answers on our next episode.
With that, we wish you all a series of Merry Christmas', Happy Holidays and Happy New Years!"
XWF Anarchy fades to black
A special thanks to our match writing crew for this episode:
Gator
Charlie
Dyson
Finn
And thank you to everyone who RPed!
See ya next year! |
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