The Hammerstein Ballroom is ELECTRIC!

TODD: Welcome everyone, to XWF Anarchy! We have an incredible show for you tonight!

But just as Todd is beginning, the Anarchy broadcast switches to a camera following Vita Valenteen. She striding with purpose through the backstage area of the Hammerstein Ballroom. She stops a crew member pushing a cart of caged Mini’s.

Vita: “Hey, you seen Mark Flynn?”

Crew Member: (Looks nervous)  "Uh… maybe by catering? Or the locker room? He’s been all over—pushing union talk or something.”

Vita: “Oh, well… I guess I’ll try catering first. Thanks, pal!”

Vita continues her search, the determination in her stride contrasted by her obliviousness to the odd glances she gets from passing staff, as if everyone knows something she doesn’t.

Todd: “There’s a bloodthirsty Sherlock Holmes on a mission to find Mark Flynn tonight, but why?!”

Bama: “You know, Todd, she's been questioning Gravy's true identity since she made her return last Anarchy, and who better to question than Graves' right-hand man, baby? But more importantly, what’s with the Mini’s? Are those... mascots? Pets? Lunch?!”

Todd: “They’re contractually obligated cargo! I’d love to see that in a court filing: ‘Mini transport clause.’

We'll see Vita tonight in our Main Event tonight. So let's get on with the show!




Todd: Our first match of the evening is a triple threat and it’s going to be for the XWF Revolution Championship, Bama!

Bama: Oh this is going to be an exciting one for sure. The Revolution Champion Matthias Syn is going to go toe-to-toe once more with Summer Page with the added wrinkle of Roger being thrown into the mix.

Todd: Of course, Roger was a fill-in at the Wargames pay-per-view event and even pinned our Revolution champion on that night, so he has just as much right to this chance as anyone.

Bama: No doubt. But the “Spoiled” one has come up short on prior occasions against the champ and she’s looking to turn the page, no pun intended. Tonight could be her night.

Todd: Triple Threats are always chaotic and you know what that means. No disqualification rules apply.

Bama: And one has to think that plays into the strengths of the champion. But Syn doesn’t have to be pinned to lose his title. It truly is anything goes, Todd!



“Who Let the Dogs Out” by Baha Men takes over as Roger emerges from behind the curtain holding a pair of sparklers, one in each hand. He looks back to make sure that the curtain itself isn’t smouldering, and thankfully it isn’t, because the curtains in the Hammerstein Ballroom are probably expensive, much more so than typical curtains from less hallowed venues.

Todd: You know, it’s great to see that Roger is looking more and more brave with each outing.

Bama: It may be time to graduate to real pyro here in the New Year.

Todd: The sparklers are a vibe, though.

Bama: I’m not saying we shower the kid in a blazing inferno. Maybe next time you can offer to hold his sparklers for him.

Todd: Me?



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.

Todd: “Spoiled” Summer Page looks as determined as she does stunning. You can really tell that she’s been putting in the work in the gym to arrive tonight in peak physical condition!

Bama: Nothing would start 2025 off better for Summer than to walk out of here tonight as the Revolution Champion.

Todd: Agreed. Not only would it validate her struggles but her improvements as well. And I think the hometown crowd would love to see her pull it off.



The opening riff of The hangman's body count by Volbeat starts to play throughout the arena as the lights dim. Several red and purple laser lights envelope the stage as Matthias Syn casually walks through the curtain. As he steps onto the stage, he stops and acknowledges the crowd by stretching both arms forward while touching his balled up fists together. After several seconds he begins to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring, not allowing the fans to touch him. He slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet and poses on the ropes. As he drops down from the ropes he takes off his red leather shearling coat, hands it to the ring girl and sits on the middle turnbuckle.

Bama: Speaking of, the Champ looks poised and determined in his own right.

Todd: It’s hard to tell what’s going through Syn’s mind at any given moment, but if the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he isn’t backing down from this challenge.

Bama: Syn stated clearly that he isn’t out here to make friends nor play nice with anyone. He’s got that killer instinct that has him sitting as the longest tenured current champion in the XWF right now.

Todd: We’re about to find out if it will last much longer though!

The Revolution Championship! MATTHIAS SYN © - vs - ROGER - vs - SUMMER PAGE Triple Threat!

The match begins with the three competitors meeting carefully in the center, each of them sizing up the other two. But it is Syn who strikes first, lunging forward for Roger, pummeling him with Summer Page right on Syn’s back. He pushes Roger back into a corner but is quickly subdued by the clubbing blows to the back of his neck. Roger is able to squirm free from the corner where Page continues to focus on the champ.

Corner stomps continue from Page to Syn as Roger has some free time to collect himself. Page with a knife edge chop to the chest of the Revolution Champion before Syn fires back with a forearm smash of his own, freeing up space between them. Page charges and Syn catches her with a reverse STO setup but Page has the move well scouted and blocks it. She elbows her way out of Syn’s grip and turns right into a leaping headbutt from Roger!

Page on her back on the mat, holds her lip as she looks up at Roger who kind of shrugs back at her. From behind, Syn blasts Roger in the back of the skull with a superkick that sends him tumbling through the ropes and to the floor below. Syn follows Roger to the outside. He pulls Roger back to his feet and irish whips him hard into the steel steps. Roger hits hard and clutches his back in pain. By the time Syn looks up, however, Page comes diving out of the ring with a “Sweet and Sassy” style hurricanrana really getting the crowd behind her!

Page wastes no time rolling Syn back into the ring where she can go for a cover, but Syn powers out before the referee can even begin the pin. Syn back up, Page all on him with a high knee strike followed by an impaler DDT attempt, which Matthias is able to spin out of and land a step-up enzugiri counter. Syn now on the offensive, he’s looking to apply a boston crab until Page is able to get her hands on the bottom rope to stop from being turned over. Syn plants a stiff stomp to the sternum of Summer Page in retaliation.

Roger is back up on the apron now, looking Syn in the eyes. Syn abandons Page and lunges for Roger, but Roger grabs Syn by the head and drops himself down guillotining Syn’s throat on the top rope. Matthias staggers back into the ring holding his neck while Roger scales the ropes. Roger thinks about leaping off of the top rope, but decides against it, and moves down a rope. Once again, he ponders his current height, and ultimately moves himself down to the bottom rope. He lines Syn up and jumps off with a double ax handle, but Syn easily catches him and throws him overhead with a modified suplex. Syn with the cover on Roger:


One!


Tw-Roger kicks out at the count of two.

Syn back up, he is met by Summer Page who surprises him with a chick kick. Syn stumbles back into the nearby corner where Page capitalizes quickly with a massive tornado ddt. For a moment, she thinks about pinning the champ when, instead, she pushes him under the bottom rope and to the floor with a series of stomps so she can then turn her attention towards Roger.

Roger, still stirring from the impact earlier, doesn’t notice Summer at all as she leaps in for a Spoiled Rotten Backstabber, but his grip on the rope prevents him from falling and instead Page only slams herself to the mat. Hastily back to a vertical base, Page once more charges at Roger but this time he’s able to slide out of harm's way. She hits the ropes but Syn grabs her by the ankle momentarily tripping her up. Roger hauls off and drills Summer Page with a chick kick of his own! Cover:


One!


Two!


Page pushes her way out of the pin at two and a half.

Roger felt like he might have had it there, but by the time he can process that, Matthias is back in the ring and drills Rog with a shining wizard. Syn has a look in his eye as he takes Roger by the legs and locks in a grapevine version of an STF, really wrenching back to inflict as much punishment as he can on his opponent. Before it’s ever an issue, though, Page is coherent enough to kick at Syn’s face and force him to break the hold.

Page pulls Syn back to his feet and delivers a knee to the gut. She attempts a vertical suplex on Syn but Matthias blocks it. Matthias looking to counter with a suplex of his own when Roger stops that with a clubbing blow. Roger takes Syn by the other arm, and he and Page deliver a teamwork double vertical suplex to the current champion slamming him down hard in the center of the ring. Roger asks Page if it’s okay if he is the one to pin Syn and Page appears puzzled by this.

Roger moves into a lateral press to pin Syn but Page quickly pulls him right off of Matthias and drills him with the same Spoiled Rotten Backstabber that she was looking for earlier. This time Roger is nearly broken in two and what's left of him rolls out to the ringside floor for safety. Now Page turns her attention to Syn who surprises her with a small package:


One!


Two!



Thr- Page is just able to break out of it at the last possible moment!

Both competitors fight to be the first one to get back to their feet and Syn tries to catch Page with a curb stomp on the way up but Page rolls her head and neck out of the way. She follows up with a Total Knockout superkick that Syn is just able to duck at by a centimeter as he bounces off of the ropes and comes flying back with a springboard high cross body that Page then counters out of the air with a well-timed dropkick!

Page lines Syn up and moves toward the ropes as the crowd pure hype for her. She leaps once, twice, looking for the Most Perfect Moonsault Ever, but when she reaches the top rope, Roger pulling himself back up onto the apron moves the rope just enough to cause Summer to tumble backwards and land high and tight on her head and neck!

Roger pulls himself through the ropes, and looking around, sees that both competitors are down. He slides over to cover Syn:


One!


Two!


Syn kicks out at two and a half!

Roger then turns towards Summer Page and pins her:


One!


Two!


Page kicks out at two and a half!

Roger is once more the first guy up and he turns his attention back towards Syn who is just beginning to stir. He stalks the champion like prey as he slithers in from behind. He grabs Syn by the back of the head and looks to hit him with the SYNthesis, Matthias’s own move!

But Syn backslide counters out of it, rolling Roger forward where they’re both able to get back to their feet. Syn comes flying in with a running high knee, but once more Roger somehow slides out of the way, and instead of connecting with Roger, Syn collides with Page instead! The two of them hit heads as Syn crumbles to the mat. Roger turns and grabs Summer Page and hits her with a SYNthesis swinging reverse cutter! Cover!


One!



Two!



Three?


No!

Page somehow throws her shoulder up at two and seven eights!

Roger can’t believe it, for a second there he thought he might have been the new Revolution Champion. But he pushes himself back up, keeping an eye on Summer Page, thinking of how to finish her off. He pulls Summer back to her feet and he hooks her for a Pure Perfection perfectplex! But Syn drives his elbow straight into the kidney area of Roger, causing Page to fall back into the ropes and Roger to drop to a knee. Syn pulls Roger away from Summer and drills him in the center of the ring with a SYNthesis of his own! He covers!


One!



Two!



Three?


No!


Page dives forward and breaks up the pin just a millimeter before the count of three!

Matthias is back up. Summer there to greet him. Summer with another superkick attempt but once more Matthias ducks and instead Summer connects with the Total Knockout on Roger! Syn responds to Summer with a kick to her gut. Single knee facebreaker by Syn has things looking like it’s all over. But as Syn looks for what appears to be a DDT, Page pops up an exploder suplex dropping Syn right on his head!

Syn down. Roger is still down. The hometown crowd willing Spoiled Summer Page back to her feet. She gingerly moves over to the ropes and lines herself up. She leaps, bouncing off of the ropes with the Most Perfect Moonsault Ever, hitting Roger with it in the center of the ring! All she has to do is pin Roger now:


One!


Two!


Three?


No! Syn yanks her up off of Roger by her hair! He pulls her back and drills her with a massive SYNTHESIS! Matthias covers Summer!


One!



Two!


Roger reaches out to break up the pin!














Three!


But his hand doesn’t get there in time!

WINNER -AND STILL XWF REVOLUTION CHAMPION- MATTHIAS SYN!

TODD: What an impressive defense by Matthias Syn tonight! He proved to everyone that he has no intentions on dropping that championship any time soon!





The arena lights dim as the opening riff of "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by WHAM! kicks in. Bright, vibrant neon lights flood the stage as Lucky Louis Hero bounces onto the ramp, all smiles and energy. Dressed in a shiny, sequined jacket and neon-colored shorts, LLH spins in place, throws finger guns at the crowd, and gestures for everyone to get on their feet.

Bama T: Here he comes, Todd, the man of the people! The human disco ball! Lucky Louis Hero!

Todd: Say what you want about his antics, Bama, but LLH has a unique way of connecting with the crowd. Whether or not that translates into teamwork tonight remains to be seen.

LLH struts down the ramp, stopping to sign an autograph for a fan and even pulling out a selfie stick to snap a quick photo with a group of excited kids. He slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle, mouthing along with the chorus as the crowd claps in rhythm.

Bama T: Look at that, Todd! Pure charisma, baby! LLH is out here turning this into a party!

Todd: Meanwhile, Mr. Oz probably wishes his partner would take this match a bit more seriously.

Bama T: Aw, come on, baby! They just won as a team last week, what could go wrong here tonight?



A choir stands on stage, in safe spots, as flame begins to erupt from the stage, as Oz walks out. It seems as if Oswald has literally paid for an entire metal orchestra, just to play him to the ring. As the first lick of the guitar hits the air and the drums start off, Oz starts to walk to the ring, dressed in a large white cloak covering his body. However, instead of entering the ring first, he waits. He stands there near the ring floor next to the edge of the ramp. He slowly pulls off the cloak, folds it and then places it on the edge of the ring, next to one of the posts before climbing onto the apron and over the top rope where he goes to his corner, sitting down as he waits for the bell.

Todd: Look at the tension between Oz and LLH already. They might be on the same team, but I’d wager Oz considers Louis just as much of an obstacle as their opponents.

Bama T: Ain’t no ‘team’ with Mr. Oz. He’s here to prove a point, and if Louis Hero gets in the way, well… that’s just collateral damage, baby.



Todd: Here comes Marisol Vilaro, a competitor who mixes grace with a whole lot of attitude. She’s been making waves in the XWF, and tonight could be her moment to shine.

Bama T: Todd, she’s not just a competitor, she’s a walking billboard for success, baby. If looks could kill, Mr. Oz might wanna start saying his prayers!

The sythinzied beat of Shake it Off By Taylor Swift begins to play over the public address system, as the opening lyrics soon begin, as the fans boo and flashes going off, people are waiting for the arrival of the Fitness Queen herself.

I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That's what people say, mm-mm
That's what people say, mm-mm

As a spotlight is on the entrance ramp and the lights dim, first stepping out is none other than the legendary  Snarktopus Nessa Wall, who smiles brightly before trash talking the fans as she smiles, before ordering a couple of stage hands to come out they each have a mirror in hand they face the entrance ramp, as soon out from the back steps La Marvillosa herself Marisol Vilaro.

I go on too many dates
But I can't make 'em stay
At least that's what people say, mm-mm
That's what people say, mm-mm

Marisol stops to admire herself in each mirror posing and showing off, what her hard work has given her and mouthing about how she’s the inspiration these out-of-shape people need. After a few moments of posing she brushes right past, giving her manager/mentor a hug before they head off with Nessa leading the way taking the time to give the fans at ringside a hard time for even trying to touch them.

But I keep cruisin'
Can't stop, won't stop movin'
It's like I got this music in my mind
Sayin' it's gonna be alright

Marisol herself takes the time to pose some more showing off her muscle, and trying to sell them on the VilaroFit mission, and how they need it to improve themselves, As the devious duo soon make their way toward the ring side area Nessa soon goes up the ring steps and takes the time to bark orders at the referee, showing him exactly how lower the ropes for herself, and her client, after being lectured by the Ambitchous one, the referee complies doing it exactly as Nessa demanded enters the ring and motions for Marisol to go up the steps, as she climbs up the steps she takes each moment to keep shilling her products, which doesn’t endear her to the fans, as she soon enters the ring under the rope and soon she rudely brushes past the referee as Nessa presents her to the booing fans as she raises her arms high in the air soaking in the boos, and catcalls.

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)

Marisol then does a series of poses once again before turning around and gracing the other side of the area raising her arms high in the air and then doing a similar series of poses showing off her physique and how in shape she is.



Todd: Solomon Kline is a man on a mission tonight. You can see it in his eyes—this match isn’t just another bout for him. It’s personal.

Bama T: Kline’s got somethin’ to prove, Todd, but he better bring everything he’s got, because Mr. Oz ain’t leaving much room for error, baby!

Forgotten" by The Plot In You plays throughout the arena. The lights go out. Once the beat drops, a spotlight shines on the entryway, where SOLOMON KLINE appears inside the light, clad in a black hoodie over his ring gear and kneeling on his right knee. As the lyrics come in, he stands, removes his hood and surveys the crowd as sparks rain down around him. He grooves his way toward the ring, and high fives fans along the way. He circles the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He continues rocking out to the song and at the 1:50 mark, he goes to the turnbuckle with a primal scream as the lyrics say "I have spent my life chasing things that have only brought me pain. In the end when I'm dead, hope it was for something!"

LUCKY LOUIS HERO & MR. OZ - vs - MARISOL VILARO & SOLOMON KLINE Tag Team - 1 team collab at 1k or 2 individual 500 word RPs

The bell rings, and Mr. Oz steps forward, locking eyes with Solomon Kline, who psychs himself up in his corner. Kline charges full steam ahead, but Oz meets him with a thunderous shoulder tackle that sends him sprawling. Without hesitation, Oz drops a massive knee into Kline’s chest, causing him to writhe in pain. Kline rolls to the ropes, clutching his ribs, as Oz stalks him methodically.

Todd: "Oz starting this match like a runaway freight train, and Kline is feeling every bit of it!"

Bama T: "Kline better come up with a strategy fast, or this thing’s gonna be over before Marisol even gets a chance to tag in, baby!"

Oz drags Kline up by the hair and whips him hard into the corner. The impact reverberates through the ring as Kline slumps, gasping for air. Oz charges in, looking for a corner splash, but Kline ducks out of the way at the last second, leaving Oz to crash chest-first into the turnbuckle. Seizing the opportunity, Kline springs onto the second rope and delivers a flying forearm that rocks Oz but doesn’t take him down.

Kline follows up with a series of quick strikes—stiff kicks to the legs and a spinning back elbow that forces Oz to one knee. Kline hits the ropes and lands a running dropkick, finally toppling the big man. He goes for a quick pin.

1!

KICKOUT!

Oz powers out, sending Kline halfway across the ring. Kline scrambles to his corner and tags in Marisol Vilaro, who enters the ring with a determined glare. She charges at Oz, delivering rapid-fire forearm strikes that back him into the ropes. Marisol whips Oz across the ring and catches him with a dropkick to the knee, bringing him down. She immediately locks in a front facelock, trying to wear him down.

Todd: "Marisol and Kline are working like a well-oiled machine right now, using their speed and teamwork to keep Oz off balance."

Bama T: "Yeah, but you gotta wonder how long they can keep this up. Oz ain’t human, baby!"

Oz fights to his feet, breaking Marisol’s grip with sheer power. He lifts her for a suplex, holding her high in the air as the crowd gasps, but Marisol wriggles free, landing behind him and delivering a chop block to his knee. Oz stumbles, and Marisol tags Kline back in. Together, they execute a double suplex that shakes the ring, leaving Oz sprawled on the mat. Kline covers.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Oz powers out again, but this time with more effort as the double-teaming begins to take its toll. He rolls to his corner, reaching for a tag, but Lucky Louis Hero is busy hyping up the crowd with exaggerated poses and gestures. Oz glares at him, shouting, “TAG IN!” but LLH doesn’t seem to hear him.

Bama T: "Louis is out here playin’ with the fans while Oz is takin’ a beating! This guy’s got his priorities all mixed up, baby!"

Todd: "Oz doesn’t look happy, and I don’t blame him. This is quickly turning into a handicap match!"

Kline takes advantage of the distraction, nailing Oz with a running knee strike to the back that sends him crashing into his own corner. LLH is nowhere to be found, having hopped off the apron to sign autographs at ringside. Furious, Oz grabs LLH by the back of his head and yanks him into the ring.

Bama T: "Oh, Louis better wake up fast! Oz looks like he’s about to explode!"

LLH looks confused, holding his hands up as if to calm Oz down, but Oz isn’t having it. He levels LLH with a devastating clothesline that draws gasps from the crowd. LLH crawls to the ropes, pleading, but Oz lifts him by the throat and delivers a massive chokeslam, leaving him motionless on the mat.

Todd: "Oz just took out his own partner! I think he’s officially done with Lucky Louis Hero’s antics!"

Bama T: "Can’t blame him, Todd. Louis had it comin’, baby!"

With LLH out cold, Oz turns his attention back to the match. Kline and Marisol exchange a glance, realizing this is their chance to capitalize. They both charge at Oz, unleashing a flurry of strikes—kicks, forearms, and even a double clothesline attempt—but Oz powers through, knocking them both down with a double shoulder block. The crowd roars as Oz raises his arms, roaring with intensity.

Marisol is the first to recover, charging at Oz with a flying crossbody, but Oz catches her in mid-air and slams her down with a thunderous spinebuster. Kline tries to take advantage, hitting Oz with a running enzuigiri that staggers the big man. Kline follows up with a tornado DDT, planting Oz’s head into the mat. He covers.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Oz kicks out just in time, his chest heaving as he struggles to get back to his feet. Kline tags Marisol, and they set up for a double suplex. They lift Oz, but he plants his feet, refusing to budge. With a roar, he reverses the suplex, lifting both Kline and Marisol and slamming them to the mat in a stunning display of strength.

Todd: "What a counter by Oz! He just took out both opponents in one move!"

Bama T: "But look at him, Todd. Oz is spent. This match has taken everything outta him!"

Oz collapses to one knee, breathing heavily as the crowd chants his name. Kline and Marisol slowly rise, but Oz digs deep, summoning his last reserves of strength. He hoists Kline onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry and transitions into a spinning gutbuster. Kline rolls to the mat, clutching his midsection in agony.

Marisol tries to intervene, but Oz catches her with a pop-up knee strike—Sleep Now, Sweet Child ‘O Mine! Marisol crumples to the mat, unconscious. Oz turns back to Kline, dragging him to the center of the ring. With one final roar, he lifts Kline for a devastating powerbomb, driving him into the canvas with authority.

Both men collapse, Oz barely managing to drape an arm over Kline’s chest.

1!

2!!






3!!!

WINNERS – Mr. Oz & Lucky Louis Hero

TODD: What a hard-fought victory! Oz just proved why he’s one of the most dangerous men in the XWF!

BAMA T: But look at him, Todd. He didn’t just beat Kline and Marisol, he survived them. And with no help from his own partna! That was a war, baby!

Oz rolls off Kline, completely spent. The referee raises his hand in victory, but Oz doesn’t celebrate. He pushes himself to his feet, glances at the unconscious LLH, and exits the ring without looking back. The crowd gives him a standing ovation, recognizing the incredible effort he just put forth to win what felt like an impossible match.




We see Vita again. She finally finds Flynn near catering. He’s leaning against a table, sipping water, trying to look nonchalant.

Flynn: "Ahhhh... water with a pH of... 7.043..."

He swizzles the drink in his mouth, savoring the flavor.

Flynn: "Scientifically the most hydrating liquid known to man. Perfect for optimal in-ring performance."

A purple cape is draped awkwardly over a chair beside him. Vita narrows her eyes.

Vita: “Flynn! Hey!!! I need a quick word.”

Flynn: (Nearly spits out his drink) "Vita! Uh... What’s up... champ?"

Vita: "Don’t “champ” me, especially after last Anarchy! Anywho, I’ve got some questions about Micheal Graves."

Flynn's eyes widen, before he attempts to nonchalantly rest an arm on the table behind him, like he's got nothing to hide.

Flynn: (Feigning innocence) “Questions? About Graves? Sure, fire away. But, uh, let’s keep it quick. Big night, you know.”

Vita: (squinting) “Big night for Graves, you mean. You’re not even on the card.”

...

Flynn: Well, you know... If it's a big night for Graves, it's a big night for me...

...

Flynn: As his... right-hand man, I mean.

Flynn shifts nervously, grabbing the purple cape and tossing it behind a table. Vita notices but doesn’t comment.

Vita: “You know Gravy pretty well. You even spent some time inside of his body once (sorta). What’s your take on Graves now? Doesn’t something seem off about him to you?”

Flynn: (sweating bullets as he tugs at his collar) “Graves? As in, MICHEAL Graves? Off? To ME?!?"

Flynn scratches his head, as if he's wracking his mind, all-encompassingly trying to discern what could possibly be 'off' about Graves.

Flynn: "Man... (shakes his head) No, not really.... I mean, y'know, sure, he's a bit, uh… dark and brooding, but that’s his whole thing. Why?”

Flynn leans forward.

Flynn: Do you have any... evidence, at this point?

Vita: (sighing, disappointed) “Nothing concrete yet. But, my gut says something sketchy is going on. You’ve been cozy with the union stuff he's doing. You notice anything weird?”

...Flynn raises an eyebrow.

Flynn: “Weird? With Gravy? You’re joking right?”

Vita: (Leaning back slightly and considering Flynn’s response) "Okay, yeah… you got a point. 'Weird' and 'Graves' kinda go hand in hand, huh? Like… bats and belfries. Or me and garlic.”

Flynn: (squints) “Or purple capes and ink sta-... Wait, garlic? Aren’t you a vampire?”

Vita: “Yeah, totally, why?”

Suddenly, they’re interrupted by an intern who approaches with a garment bag.

Intern: “Mr. Flynn? Your dry cleaning, and I had it tailored to your exact measurements.”

Flynn: (Snatches the bag quickly and sarcastically snaps off) “THANKS!"

Intern: “The tailor asked if non-custom fitting would work, but I insisted he put in the extra hours. And these specific clothes should fit YOU like a hand in a glo-”

Flynn: (Scoops the intern by the scruff of his neck down the hall) “GREAT WORK, GET OUTTA HERE!!"

Vita raises an eyebrow as she stares at a lime-green and black striped referee shirt inside of the clear protective layer. He freezes when he realizes Vita is staring.

Flynn: (Scooping the clothes behind his back) “It's rude to stare at a man's laundry, kid!"

Vita: “Wait… but, isn’t that for Graves? He’s the guest referee tonight!”

Flynn: (Thinking quickly) “Oh, uh, yeah! It is!”

Vita: “But it’s tailored for you?”

...

Flynn: “Yesssss. Uh… Well, you know Gravy, he likes to look swole. So he wears clothes a size under, gives off that rippling physique he's so proud of...

Plus, I try on all his clothes before he wears them. Like a royal taster checks for poison? That's me but for his... uh... striped polo shirts.”

Vita: (Nods seriously) “Makes sense. Graves doesn’t strike me as someone who’d check for shirt poisons himself.”

Flynn: “Exactly!” (Grabbing the purple cape from behind the table with a sudden sense of urgency.) "You know what? I just remembered I gotta get Gravy his cape. If he doesn’t have time to hold it up to the arena lights and do his pre-match “Shadow Puppet Ritual,” he says it throws off his whole vibe. Something about conjuring “crowd energy” through bat silhouettes or… something.”

Vita: (Blinks in deadpan) “His what now?”

Flynn: (Completely straight-faced) “Oh yes, he swears by it. Says it enhances his physicality in the ring by 23.7%."

...Flynn grins.

Flynn: “Science.”

Vita: (Leaning in slightly, genuinely intrigued) “…Does it work?”

Flynn: Consistent experiments have yielded significant correlation between shadow-puppet rituals and in-ring success.

...Flynn suddenly clears his throat.

Flynn: ...Er, at least that's what Gravy says about it. I DUNNO, sounds like hooey, but I'd invite you to read the latest Fight Science Monthly and read the research article on page 72 for more information.

...

Flynn: At least... that's where Graves said the research was! MY, LOOK AT THE TIME!

(Quickly throwing the cape over his shoulder, sidestepping Vita) “Gotta run!”

Flynn bolts, leaving Vita standing there, half-convinced Graves might actually believe in “shadow puppet science.”

Vita: (Muttering to herself) “Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it, but I still have questions!”

Todd: "Flynn’s excuses are getting wilder by the second, and Vita isn’t buying it—well, most of it anyway. Shadow Puppet Rituals? Really?"

Bama: "She seemed pretty darned convinced to me, but Flynn’s dodging questions like his life depends on it—and honestly, it just might, baby!"

DICK POWERS - vs - BOBBY BOURBON SLAMBOREE! Best 2-of-3 Slams Executed, wins!

Richard Powers walks to the ring in silence, he climbs the steps, enters through the ropes and waits in his corner.

Bama T: "That’s an understandably somber entrance for a guy who’s lost everything but his health, and knows even it ain’t long for this world, baby!"



The lights in the arena go deep blue as smoke fills the air. Pink and silver laser lights cut through the smoke and it looks fucking rad.

As “Comanche” blares throughout the arena, slowly walking out onto the entrance ramp is Bobby Bourbon. He looks out at the crowd in the arena, cold and stoic, surveying his surroundings. He stops and raises his fists at 45 degree angles, and continues his deliberate plod towards the ring. Bobby climbs the steps, then climbs the nearest ring post half way and raises his fists at 45 degree angles. The lights go back to normal and the music stops.

Todd: "Powers looks like a man with everything to prove and nothing to lose!"

Bama T: "Yeah, but he ain’t proving nothing tonight, Todd. Look at ‘em! Does that shriveled Dick look like he has the power to Slam Bobby Bourbon once, much less thrice? Hell no, baby!"

Todd: “Dic–er–Richard Powers has proven himself time and again in that ring, Bama. He’s highly regarded for a guy who averages 0.70 matches a year. If anything, I think his current circumstances do nothing but make him an even more dangerous competitor in the ring!”

Bama T: “Pfffft! His chances of walking out of this match at all are thinner than his hair, baby!”

*DING*DING*DING*

Powers starts with a no-nonsense approach, throwing punches, kicks, and stomping down on Bourbon. Bourbon counters with a hard clothesline, sending Powers sprawling.

Todd: "Powers with the street fighter approach, but Bourbon's not one to back down!"

Bama T: "That powerful clothesline sent a clear message—Bobby Bourbon's in it to win it, baby!"

Bourbon then lifts Powers for a vertical suplex, showing off his strength. Powers, however, resorts to dirty tactics with an eye gouge, then traps Bourbon in a rest hold, trying to sap his energy.

Bama T: "Powers is playing dirty, just like he promised. That eye gouge was textbook heel! Keep that up, and maybe he does have a chance, baby!"

Bourbon powers out and grins as he hammers Powers with some heavy hands, then lifts Powers into an Honestly Brutal, charging him into the corner with a bearhug, then slamming him down with force.

First Slam: Bobby Bourbon!

Todd: "Bourbon scores the first slam! That seemed like it was all about showing who's boss!"

Bama T: "He's proving that 'Big Dick Energy' isn't just talk, baby!"

Bourbon goes for the Dinosaur Extinctor, catching Powers.

Todd: "Bourbon's just one slam away from taking this match and Powers fighting like Hell to stay in this match!"

But Powers fights and claws his way free, landing a straight right to Bobby’s neck. Bobby’s eyes bulge as he drops to a knee, struggling for air.

Todd: “And just like that, Powers shows he’s still got some fight left in him! That was a nasty shot to the throat!”

Bama T: “That’s desperation, Todd! You can’t tell me this old man has the gas tank to keep this up against the likes of Bobby Bourbon!”

As Bourbon struggles to catch his breath, Powers goes on the offensive, raining down stomps and sharp elbows to Bobby’s shoulders and back. Bobby tries to push to his feet, but Powers grabs him in a front facelock, wrenching it tightly as he forces Bourbon to his knees.

Todd: “Powers knows he can’t match Bourbon’s raw power, so he’s doing everything he can to grind him down!”

Bama T: “Sure, but how long can he keep it up? Bobby’s built like a tank, and you don’t just wear down a tank with a wrench, baby!”

Bourbon begins to power out of the facelock, planting his feet and lifting Powers off the ground with a roar of determination. The crowd buzzes as it looks like Bobby is about to launch Powers with an Alabama Slam, but Powers wriggles free at the last second, landing awkwardly.

Todd: “That was almost it! Bobby Bourbon nearly scored the second slam right there!”

Bama T: “He better be careful, baby! That wriggly little Dick will slip out of his grasp if he’s not!”

Powers, clearly shaken, retreats to the corner to catch his breath. Bourbon charges, looking for a Corner Avalanche Splash, but Powers sidesteps and Bobby crashes hard into the turnbuckles. Powers grabs Bourbon in a waist lock.

Todd: “What’s Powers thinking here?”

Bama T: “He ain’t thinking, Todd! He’s hoping, praying, dreaming! You don’t slam Bobby Bourbon with strategy—you do it with a miracle, baby!”

Summoning every ounce of his strength, Powers lets out a yell and hauls Bourbon over with a German suplex that shakes the ring!

Second Slam: Richard Powers!

Todd: “Unbelievable! Powers ties it up with an incredible German suplex!”

Bama T: “I don’t believe it! Somebody call Ripley, baby, cause this needs verification!”

Bourbon, furious, gets to his feet quickly and storms toward Powers, grabbing him by the throat with both hands. Bobby lifts Powers high into the air, but before he can slam him, Powers rakes the eyes again, forcing Bobby to drop him.

Todd: “That’s twice now that Powers has escaped a slam with those dirty tactics!”

Bama T: “It ain’t pretty, but it’s effective! Old Man Powers might just shock the world with tricks like that, baby!”

Powers takes advantage of Bourbon’s temporary blindness, hitting him with sharp kicks to the legs and body. He follows up with a running knee strike that sends Bourbon stumbling back into the ropes.

Todd: “Powers is fighting like his life depends on it, and honestly, maybe it does!”

Bama T: “Yeah, but if he wants to win it, he needs to seal it! Bobby’s not gonna let him off the hook forever, baby!”

Powers retreats to the center of the ring, gasping for air, his face a mask of determination. Bourbon shakes off the cobwebs and steps forward, his face twisted in anger and pain. The crowd roars as the two competitors meet in the middle of the ring for a final, desperate exchange.

TODD: This is it, Bama! Both men know one more slam wins this match!

BAMAT: It’s down to guts, baby! And Bobby Bourbon’s guts are the size of watermelons!

Powers throws a wild right hand, but Bourbon blocks it and counters with a brutal forearm to the chest that sends Powers staggering. Bourbon grabs him and hoists him into the air for a Military Press Slam, but Powers shifts his weight mid-air, sliding behind Bourbon and landing on his feet.

Powers immediately locks his arms around Bourbon’s waist and strains to lift him for another German suplex, but Bobby widens his stance, blocking the attempt. Bobby elbows Powers in the side of the head, breaking the hold, and spins around to grab Powers by the throat with one massive hand.

TODD: Bobby’s got him! This could be the end!

BAMA: If Bobby connects with this, it’s all over, baby!

Bourbon lifts Powers high into the air with a Chokeslam, but Powers counters again, raking Bobby’s eyes for a third time and slipping free. The crowd boos loudly, but Powers doesn’t care—he’s already darting behind Bourbon, using the ropes for momentum to hit a chop block to Bobby’s knee. The big man drops to one knee, groaning in pain.

TODD: Powers is relentless! He’s chopping Bobby down piece by piece!

BAMA T: He’s fighting like a man possessed! Or maybe just desperate, baby![/blue]

Powers measures Bourbon, delivering a running knee strike to the back of his head that drops Bobby face-first to the mat. The crowd gasps as Powers lets out a guttural roar, dragging the much larger man to his feet with sheer willpower.

TODD: There’s no way! Powers can’t possibly!

Summoning every ounce of strength he has left, Powers wraps his arms around Bourbon’s massive torso and hoists him into the air, staggering under the weight. With a final burst of energy, Powers lets out a primal scream and slams Bobby Bourbon to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex!

Third Slam: Richard Powers!

The referee calls for the bell as Powers collapses next to Bourbon, utterly spent. The crowd erupts in a mix of shock, awe, and applause.

TODD: HE DID IT! RICHARD POWERS DID IT! Against all odds, Powers pulls off the win!

BAMA T: I don’t believe it! That old Dick just slammed Bobby Bourbon and walked outta here a winner, baby!

The referee raises Powers’ hand in victory as he leans against the ropes for support, barely able to stand. Bobby Bourbon slowly rolls out of the ring, shaking his head in frustration as he glares back at Powers.

TODD: What a match! Richard Powers proved tonight that even with the odds stacked against him, he’s still got what it takes to win in that ring!

BAMA T: I’m still in shock, Todd. But hey, sometimes even the sun shines on a old Dick, baby![/blue]

The crowd gives a standing ovation as Powers, battered and bruised, raises both arms in triumph, proving that he still has some fight left in him. The scene fades to commerical.





As The Storm is Coming hits, a cackling laugh echoes over the PA system.

Suddenly, blue lights shimmer over the X-Tron! Smoke and rainfall stream down as LATOYA HIXX walks through the curtain, flexing her muscles.

BAMA:  Latoya Hixx! This honeybee’s built like a goddamn freight train!

TODD: Latoya Hixx managed to secure her spot to the next phase of the BashMaster Classic after a DOMINANT upset victory over XWF Triple-Crown champion Mastermind…
…
TODD: And, while we’re still not 100% clear what the BashMaster Classic is, qualifying for it is… probably good?

BAMA:  Hixx might be a darkhorse candidate to win the whold thing, Todd! Whaddya think she might gonna do after she wins the Bashy?

TODD: If I had to take a wild guess? Hixx wants to beat Atara Raven tonight, then have James Shark challenge her for his TV Championship at Snow Holds Barred!

BAMA: Say whaaaaaaa? How could you possibly know that, Toddrick?

Hixx walks straight down towards the aisle, slaps a few XWF fans, and then enters the ring!

The lights dim! Cameras flash as Hixx flexes her arms once more. She screams “LET’S GOOOOOOO!” before she turns up the ramp, waiting for her opponent to arrive.
…


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.

TODD: Speaking of the BashMaster Classic, Atara Raven also secured her spot last week… Even though she *technically* lost!

BAMA: You’re talking like she didn’t earn the spot, Todd! She pummeled that moron, Jake Borden, up and down every square inch of that ring! Borden only secured the win due to luck as dumb as he is! The real travesty would have been keeping Raven out!

TODD: I can’t argue with that, Bama! Anarchy just feels more star-studded with Atty Three-Belts making an appearance! But, can she beat Latoya Hixx?

BAMA: It’s a fair question, Todd!

TODD: Or! Will Latoya Hixx beat Atara Raven tonight, then have James Shark challenge her for his TV Championship at Snow Holds Barred!

BAMA: …Uh. Yes, I s’pose that IS the other possibility.

Grunge walking to the ringsteps, Raven 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.

ATARA RAVEN - vs - LATOYA HIXX Standard Singles Match!

Latoya Hixx, brimming with confidence, marches to the center of the ring, her grin wide and smug. She plants her feet firmly and raises her arms, gesturing for a test of strength. Her eyes glint with amusement as she flexes, turning her head slightly to smirk at the crowd.

BAMA: Hixx, looking very confident outta the gate! Raven is no lightweight, but Hixx does have twenty-five pounds of pure muscle on her!
TODD: Will Atara accept Hixx’s invite for a test of strength?

Atara Raven tilts her head, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She scans Latoya’s posture with a subtle narrowing of her eyes, calculating the sheer brawn in front of her. Without a word, she shakes her head and steps back from the ring’s center…

BAMA: What?!? Atty turns down Hixx’s test of strength!

TODD: Probably a wise call by Atty! She stands to gain nothing by playing Hixx’s game, besides handing Hixx the match’s reins!

Latoya’s expression snaps from cocky to incredulous, her brow furrowing. She stomps the mat, her jaw tightening in frustration. Hixx raises her hands again, daring Raven to take on the test of strength!
Atara chuckles softly, shrugging with a nonchalant flick of her hands, as if dismissing the very idea.

BAMA: Hixx can’t bully Atty mentally!

This only stokes Latoya’s fury. Her eyes widen, her lips curling into a snarl as she suddenly lunges forward, her arms outstretched to grab Atara.

TODD: Oh my! Hixx’s hot-temper flashes!

Atara’s smirk vanishes in an instant, replaced by focused intensity. She sidesteps smoothly, her eyes fixed on Latoya, and pivots sharply to face her opponent’s exposed side. With precision, she strikes Latoya’s midsection with a rapid palm strike.

TODD: Ooooh, here, we see that unorthodox pankration-style offense! As unique to Atty as it is effective against her opponents!

Latoya’s face contorts in pain, her mouth falling open as the air is forced from her lungs. She stumbles back, clutching her abdomen, her expression shifting to stunned disbelief. Atara follows up with two sharp jabs to Latoya’s jaw, her features calm and composed, her movements deliberate.

BAMA: Lookie here at these strikes, Toddy! Precise! Calc-a-lated! Raven knows she’s not gonna overpower Hixx, but she’s comin’ in with a gameplan of sappin’ her, one blow at a time! Brilliant!

Latoya flails a hand wildly to retaliate, her face twisted in desperation and frustration, but Atara ducks under the swing with a fluid motion. Her eyes flash with focus as she transitions seamlessly into a waist lock, her grip firm and controlled.

TODD: We saw the boxing half of Atara’s pankration style… Here comes the other half: Greco-Roman grappling!

Latoya’s eyes go wide in panic as she feels herself losing balance. Her teeth grit as she tries to plant her feet, but Atara sweeps her legs out with precision, sending Hixx crashing face-first to the mat.

BAMA: Atty just dropped Latoya like a plate in a gyro restaurant!

TODD: OPA!

Latoya groans, her palms slapping the mat as she tries to push herself up, her face twisted in humiliation. Atara’s calm demeanor doesn’t waver as she floats over, expertly locking Latoya’s arm into a grounded armbar. Atara’s eyes narrow slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line as she wrenches Latoya’s arm.

TODD: Atty making a show out of outwrestling Latoya so far!

BAMA: Latoya’s a goddamn ox, but Atty’s the four walls keeping her from building any steam to busting outta the startin’ gate!

Latoya howls in pain, her face contorted, sweat beading on her forehead. She thrashes her legs, her jaw tightening in determination as she reaches desperately for the ropes. When her fingers finally brush the bottom rope, her lips curl into a triumphant sneer, and she yells for the referee to break the hold.

TODD: Surprisingly deft ring awareness by Hixx, managing to narrowly to force a rope break!

Atara releases the hold cleanly, her expression neutral as she rises. She steps back with measured confidence, her eyes watching Latoya struggle to her feet.

BAMA: Every move Hixx has tried, Atty’s had an answer for!

TODD: You mean the ONE move of just running straight at Atara?

BAMA: How’s Latoya gonna change tact to this match around?

Atara hops from one foot to the next, for Hixx’s next move!

Latoya’s face reddens with fury as she rises, her hands clenched into fists. She roars, charging forward with reckless abandon!

…Atara, surprised by the same tact twice, is caught off-guard!

TODD: Amazing! Hixx goes back to the non-working well and it clicks!
BAMA: Sometimes, the best way to surprise your opponent is doing the exact same thing!

In a flash, Hixx grabs Atara around the waist. Her lips curl into a savage grin as she lifts Atara high into the air and slams her into the mat with all her might!

Spinebuster Slam!

BAMA: Daaaaaaaaang, Toddy! The elevation on that slam was INSANE! Whaddya figure Hixx is gonna follow that up with?

TODD: My bet is, Hixx’ll try to beat Atara Raven, then have James Shark challenge her for his TV Championship at Snow Holds Barred!

BAMA: …I mean, I meant more specifically regarding this match, but, okay, fine.

Atara’s face twists in shock, her eyes widening as she arches her back, wincing in pain. Latoya, basking in her dominance, flexes her arms and shouts to the crowd, her grin wide and self-satisfied.

Latoya howls, turning back to grab Atara once more. Atara’s face is etched with discomfort, her brows furrowing as she tries to recover…

BAMA: Latoya has Atara completely under her control now! She could do anything! And she does…

Latoya powers her into the air and slams her down again with another thunderous impact!
SPINEBUSTER SLAM!

BAMA: The same move! Hey, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it! Can’t complain about a winning strategy, right, Toddrick!

TODD: Especially if that strategy leads to Hixx beating Atara Raven tonight, then having James Shark challenge her for his TV Championship at Snow Holds Barred!

BAMA: …Todd, are you having a stroke?

Atara groans, clutching her back, her face showing signs of wear. Latoya stands over her, grinning with glee, her eyes alight with the thrill of control.

BAMA: The gears in Hixx’s mind are clearly turning with possibility! She could go for a submission! Or setup for her trademark Bicycle Kick!

She hoists Atara into the air for another spine-buster!

BAMA: Or, uh, do the same thing!

…

But this time, Atara’s expression sharpens! Before Hixx can throw her again to the mat, Raven shifts her weight mid-air, swinging out to Latoya’s side with a swift pivot.

BAMA: What a counter! Incredible body control by Atara!

Latoya stumbles forward, momentarily off-balance, and her grin falters into confusion. Atara seizes the moment, locking her arms around Latoya’s waist, in German suplex position.

TODD: Oh my! Atara might be looking for the Birth of Venus here!

BAMA: Phew, thank God, Todd. Thought you were stuck like that!

TODD: Stuck like what?

Latoya grits her teeth, her face a mix of panic and determination as she throws an elbow back, catching Atara in the temple.

Atara winces, her hold loosening slightly, but she doesn’t lose her composure.

TODD: Phew! A desperation elbow from Hixx keeps her in control! Atty almost stole the match with a single opening! That’s how dangerous Atty Three-Belts is!

BAMA: But, the ball remains in Latoya’s court! What will she do it with it?

Latoya, now emboldened, grapples Atara yet again, a wicked grin spreading across her face…

As she hoists Atty into the air for another Spinebuster Slam.

BAMA: OH GAWD! IS THIS MY PURGATORY?

TODD: If Latoya hits this move, she’ll surely beat Atara Raven, then perhaps, James Shark will challenge her for his TV Championship at Snow Holds Barred!

BAMA: TODD, NO! NOT AGAIN!

Hixx tries to hurl Atty back-first onto the mat!

…BUT NO!

Atara’s eyes flicker with exasperation as she squirms free of Hixx’s grip, landing deftly on her feet. She shoves Latoya forward with a frustrated snort, then steps back, gesturing with a hand.

TODD: It looks like Atara is DARING Hixx to try another spinebuster slam! Does Atara have a plan, or will Latoya beat Atara Raven, then Ja-

BAMA: OH MY GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!

Latoya growls, her face a mask of rage. She charges forward, grappling Atara into the air… looking for another Spinebuster!
…
But this time, Atara shifts her weight, spinning in mid-air!

And Raven uses Latoya’s momentum to snapmare her up and over Raven’s shoulder, sending the powerhouse in a somersault-like sprawl to the mat.

TODD: What an escape by Atara Raven!

BAMA: Raven pulled off a counter, but I feel like I’m the one who escaped!

Latoya blinks, sitting up in a daze, her jaw slack as she tries to comprehend what just happened. She turns around, only to see Atara charging.

Atara’s face is set with determination as she launches into the Judgement of Paris, her knee smashing into Latoya’s skull!

BAMA: GEE-HOSEPHAT!

TODD: What a knee-strike! As elegant in motion as it was destructive to Latoya’s face! An absolte ballet of carnage!

Latoya’s eyes roll back, and she collapses in a heap on her back.

Atara drops to her knees, hooking both of Latoya’s legs.

The referee counts!

1!

2!

3!

WINNER: ATARA RAVEN

Atara rises to her feet, her smile growing as the referee raises her arm in victory. Latoya lies motionless, her face slack with defeat, as Atara waves to the roaring crowd, her superior technique and intelligence having carried her to victory.

BAMA: Phew! What a match! Hixx proved a physical specimen, almost winning the match with pure, unbridled strength! But Atty countered with pure wrestling IQ and having a half-dozen counters up her sleeves for Hixx’s moves! …Er, move, maybe.

TODD: But how will this affect the BashMaster Classic!

BAMA: Great question!

TODD: And how will it affect Hixx’s goal of James Shark challenging her for his Tele-

BAMA: OH GOD, JUST SHUDDUP!


Latoya Hixx begins to exit the ring after a grueling match. She steps over the top rope onto the apron near the announce table and...

WHACK!

A figure in a black hoodie and black jeans appears from under the ring and smacks her left leg from behind with a crowbar! Her body falls to the floor at ringside. She holds her leg and screams out. The figure swings downward toward her other leg, but no! She manages to roll out of the way. She sweeps the leg and knocks the figure down, revealing...

SOLOMON KLINE?!


TODD: What's he doing here?

BAMA: Well, he did have a match earlier tonight.


Solomon Kline gets up and barely dodges a bicycle kick. He quickly picks up the crowbar again and brings it down between Latoya's shoulder blades. She winces and turns to face Kline, angry. He swings the crowbar again, but she grabs it.


TODD: Wow! What strength we are seeing here from Latoya Hixx!

BAMA: Yes, but what I want to know is why? Why, Solomon, why?


Latoya tosses the crowbar aside and comes in, talking smack to Solomon's face. She shoves him and he pushes her back. Referees and staff members spill out from the back to separate the two. Solomon plays it cool, but Latoya is not having it. She wrenches away from the hold and dives toward Solomon, landing a few punches before being pulled back again by the group. Solomon begins to walk away with a huge grin on his face. Latoya sneers, still angry as Solomon returns to the back.


TODD: What was that about?

BAMA: I don't know, but I bet this isn't over. Not by a long shot.

NO CONTEST

DA BING BONG TWINZ - vs - SIONE MUAGA & MAUI TAGALOA Tag Team - 1 team collab at 1k or 2 individual 500 word RPs

NO CONTEST

Anarchy returns from commercial with 'Cavortin' Jake Borden already in the ring.



The show is quickly interrupted by the sound of a distant synthesizer, followed up by horses neighing and galloping through the dirt. It fades out, leading into the riff of a guitar strumming a fiery tune. There's an inherent electricity building within the air of the arena, culminating as the drums kick in. As they do, the steadfast figure of Scoops McGee comes out from the back, a look of no nonsense etched onto his face as he takes a long look at the crowd and the squared circle.

He nods, steadily walking to the ring and absentmindedly high-fiving any fans stretching out their hands who happen to be right in his way. He makes his way over to ringside, climbing up the steps methodically and stepping onto the ring apron. He saunters about halfway across the apron, taking one last long look at the crowd as they give their reception to the seasoned vet. Scoops stretches his arms out wide, accepting everything they've got to give before stepping into the ring.

Scoops skulks over to his corner, pacing there and doing some small stretches to keep himself warmed up before the match begins.

He stretches his arm across his chest, hopping from one foot to the other!

SCOOPS MCGEE - vs - ‘CAVORTIN’ JAKE BORDEN No Holds Barred!

Jake Borden stands motionless in his corner, like a deer in the headlights as Scoops McGee does his warm-up routine still bandaged up from the previous Warfare.

BAMA: Jake Borden is shaking like a Pomeranian passing its lunch, baby! Todd, what cha make of this no holds barred match-up here?

TODD: Well first of all, Bama, I gotta say I’m jealous I’m not still a cameraman. I would have LOVED to follow scoops around like Noah is. Scoops is a living legend, hardcore icon and the epitome of X-Treme! While Jake is… Uh…

Jake Borden is sweating buckets watching McGee pat his cheeks and jogging in place.

TODD: … He’s here!

DING! DING! DING!

Scoops exits his corner with his fists up hopping along in a boxer’s stance but “Carvotin’” Jake Borden throws up the “time-out” gesture and leaves the ring.

BAMA: The hell’s he doing? It’s barely been 3 seconds and Borden’s requesting a time-out!?

TODD:  If I had to take a wild guess? Borden wants to beat Scoops McGee tonight, then have James Shark challenge him for his TV Championship at Snow Ho-

BAMA: TODD!

TODD: Sorry, sorry… I think it’s become like a weird tic for me now.

Jake Borden goes to the barrier and leans into one of the members of the crowd.

TODD: Oh that’s “Larkin’” Dave Arkin! Jake Borden’s break-loving roommate!

BAMA: Get a camera on ‘em, baby!

Scoops waits patiently in the ring with his hands on his hips as the referee calls for Jake to return to the ring.

Borden apologises to both men in the ring with a shaky hand and retrieves a crumpled sticky note from his tights and passes it to Dave who squints reading it trying to make out the weirdly damp note with chicken scratch handwriting. Luckily our cameras at Anarchy manage to take a peek at the note.

I can’t wrestle Scoops, he’s my hero! You need to call off the match for me.

DAVE ARKIN: “You can’t wrassle, Scoops… He’s… What does that say?”

Scoops gets closer to the ropes and leans out to listen as Dave speaks.

DAVE ARKIN: “OH! You can’t wrassle Scoops, he’s a ZERO!”

Jake Borden’s eyes almost jump out of his skull as he turns to a pissed off Scoops in the ring and throws out his arms trying to say “NO” with only charades as Dave Arkin keeps speaking out loud.

DAVE ARKIN: “I need to call… The? No. HIS! I need to call HIS MOTHER for you!?” Borden whimpers as Dave slaps him with the note. “Jake, you devil, ya!”

The crowd “oohs” at the mention of Momma McGee and Scoops snarls at Jake as he exits the ring, immediately grabbing Borden by the scruff of the neck and dog walking him over to the steel steps, smashing his face into them!

BAMA: The audacity of Borden to say those things about the LEGEND Scoops McGee!! I’m almost ready to hop over this table and kick his ass myself!

TODD: Usually I would assume there’s been some kind of mistake as Jake is usually a sweetheart but right now I, along with the XWF Universe, truly despise him.

McGee rips back Borden’s hair and smashes his face back into the steel steps before pushing him into the barricade wall and levelling him with a stiff forearm! Borden drops to a seated position , McGee takes a few steps back and rushes in and drives his boot into Borden’s temple! Jake slumps to the ground.

Scoops spits on the ground and grabs Jake by the nape of the neck walking over to the announcer’s table; clearing the monitors and cover as Bama and Todd take a step back.

BAMA: Scoops McGee is right in front of us, Todd! Sir! I just wanna say it’s an honor to see you wrestle.

McGee gives a disinterested nod before he picks up Borden and scoop slams him onto the table! McGee steps onto the table as the crowd get fully behind him. Scoops plucks Borden into the air and hold him in a piledriver position for a moment, raising a finger to the crowd before-

TODD: THE BIG SCOOOOOOOP!!!!

McGee’s signature Scoop Slam Piledriver THROUGH the announcer’s table and Borden seems out for the count!

Scoops struggles to pick himself up in the debris, his leg slipping from under him as he clutches his lower back and takes a moment.

BAMA: It looks like that move did as much damage to Scoops as it did to Borden! He still looks battered from his legendary battle with Nickles! I doubt he’s one hundred percent-

Scoops tilts his head up looking towards Bama who fumbles his words.

BAMA: I-uh mean you look like a million bucks, mister Scoops, sir!

Scoops waddles over to the ring apron, still clutching his back, and pulls up the draping. He takes a quick look under the ring, placing his foot on a table and sliding it out to the excitement of the crowd along with a spool of barbed wire!

TODD: No holds barred usually doesn’t allow weapons to be used but I don’t think the ref is gonna stop Scoops here.

BAMA: Of course he isn’t! I bet he’s as pissed off at Borden as the rest of us.

The camera cuts back to Dave Arkin briefly who gives a big thumbs up and a wave before going back to Scoops under the ring retrieving a large water cooler bottle. Scoops struggles with the weight for a moment as he carries it over to Borden, unscrews the top and begins to pour ice cold water over Jake!

“Carvotin’” Jake Borden comes back to life flopping on the ground as the shock of the water stirs him. McGee throws the empty bottle aside as he allows Borden time to recover and heads back to the table and begins to set it up outside the ring. Jake gets up to his feet after a minute, his legs shaking like a newborn deer on the ice as he tries to remember where he is.

Scoops thumbs his nose as he rolls his shoulder and heads back to Borden and smacks him in the face before grabbing the back of his head and throwing him into the ring. Borden is rolled into the center and gets up to his knees holding up his hands as Scoops enters with the barbed wire and begins wrapping it around his fist as Borden wordlessly pleads, Scoops looks down at Borden with a cold glare as he slowly and menacingly wraps the wire around and around.

Borden reaches back into his tights and hands Scoops a note who rips it off him. Scoops eyeballs Borden’s heartfelt and deep message about how he’s an icon and one of Borden’s biggest heroes. Going on about how much of an honor it is to face him and an apology for going mute out of seeing him in action.

Or that’s what Borden hopes McGee would read instead he holds up the soaking wet sticky note literally falling apart.

SCOOPS McGEE: “The hell is this, boah?”

Scoops questions before wipings his fingers of the mushy yellow paste that was a note and nailing Borden with a left hook coated in barbed wire! Skin tears on Borden’s cheek as the punch scrambles him and Jake retreats back. McGee shakes his head as he backs Borden into the corner and berates him!

SCOOPS McGEE: “You ain’t got no spine, kid! You’re yella! You wanna win!? You wanna earn mine and these people's respect!?”

Borden, nowhere left to run, begins to climb the turnbuckles to back away.

SCOOPS McGEE: “Then fight back, dammit!”

Something clicks in Borden’s head as he looks down at McGee yelling at him and Borden steels himself and leaps from the turnbuckle!

TODD: DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!

Borden clasps his hands together and jumps onto McGee with both fists! Scoops takes the blow and stumbles, shocked he shakes the cobwebs and looks up to see Borden back at the top turnbuckle!

TODD: QUADRUPLE AXE HANDLE!!!

Another axe handle from the top! And McGee drops to one knee as it connects on Scoops bandaged skull!

Borden huffs and returns to the turnbuckles once more!

BAMA: Jake Borden is going FULL FORCE! Could this be it! Could this be the night we see Borden’s fabled TENTH move!? THE SEXTUPLE AXE HANDLE!?!?!?!?!

Borden makes the sign of the cross before attempting this unseen and deadly maneuver!

He leaps!

Axe handle ready!

AND SCOOPS McGEE COMES TO LIFE! Unwrapping the barbed wire from his forearm, lifting a line high into the air and catches Borden’s clasped hands in the wire and immediately begins tying them! Borden gasps and hisses in pain as McGee binds Borden’s hands before pulling the rug underneath Borden and tearing his legs from under him and locking in a Boston Crab!

The ref goes close to Borden’s face to check for the tap…

TODD: With Borden’s hands bound he can’t tap out! The ref needs a verbal submission!

Jake looks to the referee with pleading eyes in pain and a quiet rasp from his throat! His eyes dart between the ref and back to the living icon breaking his spine and tries to send the submission with telepathy to no avail.

McGee groans in pain as he holds the submission, throwing out his back.

But Borden can’t say a thing! Still starstruck the words never come!

And McGee, with all his might, rears back more! Demanding Jake quit!

Until McGee falls back out of the hold clutching his spine in great pain. Borden quivers on the mat in agony as McGee hisses in pain rubbing his lower back and stares in disbelief at Borden with a quiet, impressed glare.

Borden tries to stand but his feet can’t carry his weight and his ankles buckle. He tries to unravel the barbed wire from his wrists as McGee makes his way over. Scoops grabs Borden who tears away the barbed wire and throws his arm back, accidentally smacking McGee in the face with the barbed wire!

McGee reels back holding his eyes as blood gushes out covering him in a viscous red!

SCOOPS McGEE: “MY EYE! MY EYE, BORDEN YOU SONUVA BITCH!”

Borden gulps as he pulls the remainder of the barbed wire from his wrists and forces himself to his feet, the ref checks on McGee but Scoops pushes him away and he charges Borden with a flurry of blinded blows!

Scoops throws Borden to the ropes and Jake hooks an arm around the top rope as Scoops charges him with a war cry and a face covered in blood.

McGee attempts to spear Borden through the ropes!

BUT BORDEN BARELY STEPS OUT OF THE WAY!

AND SCOOPS SAILS THROUGH THE ROPES ALMOST TAKING BORDEN WITH HIM AS HE CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

Scoops lies motionless in the debris as the referee runs outside to check on him.

The fans begin to boo Borden and throw trash at him as he worryingly stands near the ropes overlooking McGee.

The referee looks to the timekeeper and shakes his head, throwing up the “X”.

WINNER BY KNOCKOUT - “CARVOTIN” JAKE BORDEN!

Borden is showered by boos in the ring as he keeps an eye on Scoops.

BAMA: Borden barely survives the match by dastardly deeds! Who would blind Scoops McGee like that!?

TODD: It kinda seemed like an accident, Bama. Scoops was so beat up from Warfare he shouldn’t have wrestled tonight anyway! The fact that he did all this shows how much of a fighter McGee really is! And Jake, despite what has happened in the match, he never gave up!

BAMA: Well I hope he feels awful for what he’s done tonight!

Borden goes down to the outside to check on Scoops which the officials have roused as a stretcher comes down to ringside.

Scoops pushes the medics aside and stands on his own two feet and gives a thumbs up to the crowd who cheer him on. McGee holds his head and shakes it in a daze before looking to Borden.

Jake looks back, very, very worried.

And McGee gives him a respectful nod before making his way out as we cut to commercial.





Inside of his locker room, Flynn breathes a sigh of relief, thinking he’s escaped Vita’s questioning, but with a knock, Vita lets herself in.

Vita: (Initially covering her eyes) “I hope everyone’s decent!” (Peeking through her fingers) “Good, 'Graves' must be off doing his shadow puppet thing—Look, Flynn, I know we don’t always see eye to eye, but I think you’re genuinely trying to do some good with this union business. This phony Graves, though? I don’t know what that guy’s motivations are, but anyone pretending to be Micheal Graves can’t be up to any good.”

Flynn: (Blinks) “Say... I thought you couldn’t enter places without an invite?”

Vita: (Ignoring Flynn’s legitimate question) “My gut doesn’t lie, and that’s why I need your help. If you see anything weird—anything that can prove that this Graves isn’t our Graves, let me know, okay? I mean, it’s obviously not him right? I’m not the only one who sees it! He recoiled from magic last Anarchy—that isn’t Gravy.”

Flynn: (eyebrow twitching)...It isn't?

Flynn stiffens as Vita's gaze drifts toward a book sticking out of his gym bag: "Deconstructing the Supernatural: Why Magic Isn’t Real"

Flynn: (Quickly shoving the book deeper into the bag and zipping it up) “Yeah, yeah. Totally. I’m, uh, on the case! You can count on me... gumshoe!”

Vita: (Pats him on the shoulder) “Thanks, Flynn. I knew I could count on you.”

Todd: "I don't know if I'd trust Mark Flynn to help out with a neighborhood watch, much less exposing a scheme that he's so heavily embedded in!"

Bama: "Better bite your tongue, Todd! You don't want to end up on the wrong side of the Union, or in a slander lawsuit with Christopher K. Clinton, baby!"



TODD: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Anarchy! We've got an absolutely wild main event lined up tonight: Madison Dyson and Dominick Strife teaming up against Vita Valenteen and Aurora, with a very special referee calling the shots!

BAMA: That’s right, baby! And not just any referee—it’s the Anarchy Champion himself, Micheal Graves! Allegedly.

TODD: Allegedly, indeed. Let’s not forget, Vita Valenteen just wrestled Graves for that Anarchy Title last week. You have to wonder how impartial our ‘special referee’ is going to be tonight.

BAMA T: Impartial? In an Anarchy ring? Comeon baaaby



Vita Valenteen emerges. She steps into the light, her piercing eyes locked on the ring. Aurora follows a step behind, the two glowing with resolve, looking ready for a fight.

TODD: Here they come! Vita Valenteen, an XWF Anarchy veteran and Aurora! One half of the XWF Tag Team Champions. This is a dangerous pairing if there ever was one. These two are as unpredictable as they are talented.

BAMA: Yeah, but can they get along? That’s the question, baby! Teams like this can implode faster than a Hollywood marriage.

As the duo reaches the ring, Aurora slinks up the steps, her gaze never leaving the opposition’s corner. Vita slides under the ropes and joins her, their combined presence drawing cheers from the crowd.

The music shifts-



The crowd erupts in boos as Madison struts onto the stage, her cocky smirk as sharp as her tongue. Dominick Strife trails behind her, looking less enthusiastic but determined nonetheless.

TODD: Here’s the other half of this match: Madison Dyson and Dominick Strife. Last week, they went to a time-limit draw, and now they’re forced to work together. Talk about awkward!

BAMA: Awkward? Nah, T-baybe. It’s genius! Barry Masterson knows how to cook up drama, and this is about to boil over.

Madison slides into the ring and immediately gestures for Dominick to hold the ropes for her. He hesitates but complies, rolling his eyes as she brushes past him with an exaggerated wave to the crowd.

The arena plunges into darkness as the eerie metal tones blare through the speakers



The crowd erupts as ‘Micheal Graves’ makes his entrance, marching down the ramp in his signature mask and cape, sporting a zebra polo tonight though. He points at boh teams, and at the stripes up down his shirt, letting them know he's the law here tonight. The Anarchy Champion holds his head high, dramatically raising his arms as fog envelops the stage.

TODD: And here he is... allegedly Micheal Graves.

BAMA: What’s with the allegedly, Todd? That’s Gravy, baby! Look at him! The mask! The cape! And our baby gravy boy is becoming the greatest wrestler in the world right before our very eyes![/blue]

TODD: Uh-huh. Sure. Let’s not forget that ‘Graves’ has been making waves as both champion and self-proclaimed leader of the Wrestling Union.[/blue]

‘Graves’ enters the ring with deliberate steps, staring down each competitor before turning to the timekeeper and theatrically demanding the bell. He points to the corners, barking orders at both teams to get one competitor ready.

Bama: Look at that, baby, looks like Micheal Graves ain’t wastin’ any time trying to get some order set up for this match!

Todd: ...Uh-huh. ‘Micheal Graves,’ alright.

Bama: You ain’t thinkin’ that’s Gravy baby?

Todd: Well, we've been over this before, we could get into debates… but that’ll probably take away from the match that’s about to start…

‘Michael Graves’ skulks about in the neutral corner of the ring, barking instructions to both teams to have one partner ready to go in the ring so he can start the match! Vita and Aurora quietly talk things out between the both of them, and… they agree to let Vita start for their side!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Dominick sees the teamwork and communication between Aurora and Vita. He turns to Madison, looking for some of the same energy between them, only to see Maddy is stepping back to let Dominick take the lead! Dom questions her, but Maddy simply flashes Dom an exuberant thumbs-up and a slap on the chest for good luck.

Todd: Dom doesn’t seem too thrilled about the responsibilities in this partnership so far…

Bama: He should have some more faith in his partner! You remember War Games, baby? It was from Maddy alone that her team won in the first match!

Dom grumbles, but he turns around to start bouncing on his feet to find Vita waiting for him. With both teams having their partners set, ‘Micheal Graves’ turns to motion for the bell to ring!

MADISON DYSON & DOMINICK STRIFE - vs - VITA VALENTEEN & AURORA SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Allegedly ‘Micheal Graves’ Will the Anarchy Champion tip the scales for either team in this match, or will he call it right up the middle?

DING! DING! DING!

Dom and Vita circle around the ring, looking to try and feel each other out to start. Dom makes the first move, managing to catch Vita in a collar-and-elbow tie-up to try and use his size and weight to his advantage. He tries to push forward, to look to bring Vita into his corner, but Vita sees it coming! She falls backwards, using her momentum to turn the predicament into an arm drag that has Dom hitting the mat hard!

Vita doesn’t waste a second on the advantage, grabbing Dom’s arm and wrenching it back in a seated hammerlock! Dom winces, trying to elbow out, but he can’t quite get a good enough shot on Vita to break the hold. Vita responds by slapping Dom HARD on the back of his skull, sending his head rattling as Vita transitions the hammerlock into a simple wrist lock.

Dom grits his teeth, but manages to try and bring himself onto one knee, looking for strength here in the early going. He pulls Vita in, landing a solid body blow as she doubles over slightly from the impact. She tries to keep herself steady though, wrenching harder on the arm in response. Dom blows out air as he comes back onto his feet, but – VITA RELEASES AND LANDS A QUICK LEG SWEEP!

The two pop back up – Dom lands a fast forearm right to Vita’s jaw! He looks to come in with an arm drag of his own – OH! BUT VITA TWISTS – SMALL PACKAGE ATTEMPT! ‘Micheal Graves’ swoops in to count!

OOOOOOOOOOOONE!











TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!











KICKOOOOOOOOOUT!

Dom quickly comes back onto a knee just as Vita does, who adds insult to injury by pinching her fingers together to show he was ‘this close’ to a fast loss.

Maddy is screaming over the ropes, trying to bark orders to Dom to keep his head in the game! He exhales coolly, smacking himself in the face a couple of times as he and Vita circle around the ring once again.

Bama: Dominick’s out there lookin’ like a fish outta water, baby! He’s lucky Vita didn’t get that one-two-three out there!

Todd: But he’s still in it, and that’s what counts! How’s Vita going to try and follow up?

The two sides circle around the ring again, and – Madison reaches over the ropes to try and tug at Vita’s hair! What an asshole! ‘Micheal Graves’ reaches in, trying to untangle the two as Vita tries to fight her way out in vain!

‘Graves’ manages to finally separate the two, angrily yelling right at Maddy’s face as she tries innocently holding her hands up! Vita tries to catch her breath in the corner, but it’s here that Dom sees his opening – STEP-UP KNEE INTO THE CORNER CATCHING VITA ON THE CHIN! Dom scoops her up into a side headlock, running forward – into a bulldog!

Todd: That’s Mark 69 from Dominick Strife!

Bama: Well… guess nobody was really expecting that, huh? One fell swoop was all it took for momentum to get switched!

Aurora tries to reach out her hand, trying to get Vita to tag her in, but Dominick tries to break up the attempt! He runs straight for Aurora – but she pulls the top rope down right before he gets to her! Dominick tumbles out of the ring, landing awkwardly as he tries to pull himself together!

TAG!

Aurora is about to get to work, but Maddy points to the tag to redirect ‘Micheal Graves’’ attention! She’s screeching like a banshee, and ‘Graves’ tilts his head curiously as he marches right over to Vita and Aurora!

Todd: Wait a second… Bama, I don’t think the alleged ‘Micheal Graves’ saw the tag! Aurora can’t be the legal partner!

As ‘Graves’ argues with Aurora, Maddy hops off the apron and starts lurking around ringside.

Bama: That Maddy Dyson, she’s a slippery little devil, baby! Trying to mess up all their strategies in the early going!

Right as ‘Graves’ turns his attention back to Vita, Maddy tries to sneak up behind Aurora to pull her off the apron – but Aurora hangs onto the rope! She kicks Maddy off her leg, knocking her right back into the metal barricade as her body bounces off with a thud!

And it’s right then and there that Dominick Strife sees his opportunity, biting his lower lip in slight hesitation before HE’S the one to yank Aurora off the apron! Aurora hits chin-first right on the hardest part of the ring before Dom manages to pick her up and scoop slams her right on the outside! ‘Graves’ yells at Dom to get back in the ring, which he obliges.

Todd: ‘Graves’ – or, allegedly him, anyway – is trying his best to call this right down the middle. But that’s a bit easier said than done when you’re dealing with someone like Madison Dyson in this match…

As soon as Dom gets back into the ring though, Vita is immediately right back on him! A basement dropkick to the knee right when he’s getting up has Dom tumbling once again, clinging onto the ropes for support. Vita’s right there behind him though, picking him up and scooping him right into a BACKBREAKER!

Vita tries to keep up her onslaught, once again trying to pick up Dom, but Dom rushes forward with a shoulder thrust! He takes Vita right to his corner, driving his shoulder right into her sternum as she doubles over! Maddy slinks onto the corner, seeing her chance as she reaches over!

TAG!

Todd: A finally-legal tag here!

Bama: ‘Bout time!

Maddy is giddy with glee as she sees Vita being held back in position by Dom. She quickly darts into the ring, before seeing her chance as she rushes forward, leaping over Dom – FOR A HUGE LARIAT TO VITA!

Vita staggers out of the corner as Dom hops back onto the apron, leaving Maddy to grab Vita by the hair to bring her into the center of the ring so that she can hit a swinging neckbreaker! Vita hits the mat hard, huffing air as she tries to keep herself in this. Maddy isn’t giving her opponent a reprieve though, reaching over while sitting so she can hit some vicious open-palmed slaps to the face!

Vita isn’t out of it yet, though! She raises her arms, trying to hold her guard as best she can to try and fight her way to her feet. Maddy tries to prevent her from doing so, however, trying to move to pin her down and gain something resembling a mount. Vita sees her coming, though, and lunges -

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Maddy starts howling, holding her chest in agony as she’s forced to crawl off of Vita!

Bama: Hot damn, baby! You hear that knife-edge chop, Todd?

Todd: I think even a deaf person could have heard that with how much power Vita put behind that chop!

Bama: That’s that vampiric strength comin’ through, baby!

Vita sees her chance as she comes onto all fours, sweat dripping off her head in waves. She looks up across the ring, seeing Aurora reaching out as far as she can, begging for a tag! The fans are on their feet, being spurred on by Aurora slamming her foot against the apron in a methodical beat to get the fans to chant for Vita!

Vita’s slowly crawling! Inch by inch, she’s moving across the ring! She’s gonna do it! She’s gonna bring in the fresh Aurora and even the odds -

NO! Madison holds onto Vita’s foot just in the nick of time! Vita is just mere FINGERTIPS away from being able to make the tag! She looks back at Maddy, and tries a desperation enzuigiri! Maddy ducks underneath the attempted strike, leaving Vita to crash right back to the mat as Maddy gets right back on top of her once again!

Grabbing Vita’s hair, Maddy wastes no time, loudly shrieking while talking smack to Vita while smashing her skull against the ring canvas, again and again and again and again and agai-

Todd: This is sadistic! Madison’s trying to make a statement with this assault – you see how Vita’s getting tossed around like a ragdoll!

Bama: Hey, if you ask me, baby, I think she’s trying to send a message to ole’ Gravy baby in the ring there! Maddy ain’t gonna stop at nothing ‘til she gets that Anarchy strap around her waist!

‘Micheal Graves’ does not look amused by the assault, staring at Madison with cold, hard eyes before finally moving in to try and break the hold. Madison scoffs at him, before finally relinquishing the hold and holding her hands up as she gets back onto her feet. The crowd boos at her as she makes a grand gesture of dusting herself off, straightening herself out, sizing up the downed Vita…

Dominick yells at Maddy to get on with it, who rolls her eyes in response. Maddy grabs Vita and pulls her up by the wrists, putting her in position across her back!

DEAD!

BITCH!

WALKI-

VITA REVERSES IT INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN! ‘GRAVES’ SLIDES IN FOR THE COVER!

OOOOOOOOOOOONE!















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KICKOOOOOOOOOUT!

Todd: ANOTHER close call! That makes two for Vita now!

Bama: Hold up, baby, look inside the ring!

Vita’s using the opening created by the reversal to roll across the ring! She reaches out, looking to Aurora for support as their hands touch together!

TAG!

Todd: AND HERE COMES THE FRESH AURORA!

Aurora rushes in as fast as she can, and wastes no time taking the fight to Maddy! A quick jab to the face, followed by a hook to the body, is then followed up by a sharp elbow right on the nose! Maddy staggers back, her eyes welling up from the lightning-fast Muay Thai combo before coming right back in! She looks for another big slap, but Aurora ducks underneath – slips behind – Maddy turns to follow –

ENTROPY BLAAAAAAAAAAADE!

Maddy falls like a sack of bricks, glazed eyes staring up at the lights! Aurora is about to go for the pin, but Dominick manages to slip inside the ring and is hungry for some action! He goes for a quick knife-edge chop, but Aurora blocks it! She goes for a kick – caught by Dom who pushes her back to the ropes!

Aurora coming off the ropes now as Dom looks to bend over for a back body drop! Aurora quickly vaults over him, proving a bit too fast for him as she comes over to the opposite set of ropes! Dom turns back around –

INTO A SPRINGBOARD METEORAAAAAAAAA!

Todd: Aurora’s on fire right now! All that time as the fresh woman is paying off!

Bama: She better not blow her load too soon though, you feel me, baby?

Aurora kips right back up as Dom rolls his way back to the apron, but that’s the opening Maddy needed to try and pick herself right back up! She rushes up behind Aurora, stepping up beside her to clock her right on the back of the head with an enzuigiri! Aurora staggers down onto all fours, dazed and confused as Maddy sees the opening in front of her! She rushes over to the corner, bringing in Dom once again!

TAG!

Dom doesn’t waste even a second though, rushing off the ropes to go for a SCISSORS KICK! THIS IS FOR THOSE WHO ARE ABOUT TO ROCK-!

AURORA MOVES OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE HITTING DOM WITH AN ENTROPY BLAAAAAAAADE!

Dom gets shot right back to his corner as Aurora tries to shake out the cobwebs! She staggers over, before tagging in Vita!

TAG!

And here comes Vita! She brings Dom over to the center of the ring, holding him behind by the waist! Aurora gets the memo and rushes off the ropes, coming right back to Dom to dropkick him and help Vita land a GERMAN SUUUUUUUUUUUPLEX!

Dom lands right on his neck as Vita holds the suplex for a pin!

OOOOOOOOOOONE!



















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KICKOOOOOOOOOOUT!

Todd: Great heart from Dom to stay with that! After that Entropy Blade, I thought he was a goner!

Bama: Don’t speak too soon though, baby!

Dom tries to roll himself over to the ropes, but Vita gets in between them and him! She slides his arm around and locks in the Rings of Saturn!

Todd: Vita’s about to make Dominick Embrace the Dark! This match might be all over soon!

Vita wrenches back on the hold, trying to pry at it with all of her might and make Dom tap or snap! Dom screams out in agony, but as ‘Graves’ asks him if he wants to give up, Dom says no! He’s hanging in there with everything he’s got, but it’s only a matter of time!

But from the apron, Maddy takes her chance as she nudges Vita’s foot to outside the ring ropes! Once she’s done so, she starts furiously pointing the rule infraction to ‘Graves’ who quickly takes notice! He hollers at Vita to break the hold, who stares back dumbfounded before doing so!

Vita relinquishes the hold, bringing herself back up as ‘Graves’ bends down to check back in on Dom to make sure he can still go. Vita turns to Maddy, who has a devious smirk on her face as she holds up a hand and BLOWS A YELLOW SUBSTANCE INTO VITA’S FACE?!

IT’S…

IT’S…

GARLIC POWDER?!

Todd: THE DEADLIEST SUBSTANCE KNOWN TO VAMPIRES!

THE GARLIC POWDER…

...does nothing but bring Vita to a red-hot rage as she lunges right for Madison on the corner!

Bama: I don’t think that’s working how you think it’s working, baby!

Maddy’s eyes shoot to the size of dinner plates, horrified at the revelation as she hops off the apron! Vita glares daggers at Madison as she claws a lot of the garlic powder off of her face. As she turns around, though…

BANG!

DOM HITS A SUPERKICK RIGHT ON THE BUTTON, DROPPING VITA!

Todd: Dominick Strife just went to Shoot to Thrill there!

Bama: You could count to a million, baby, and it’d still be over after a perfect kick like that!

Using the last of his strength, Dom falls back and collapses right on top of Vita as ‘Graves’ slides in for the cover, glaring right at Maddy as she innocently smiles back!

OOOOOOOOOOOONE!























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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

WINNERS-  DOMINICK STRIFE & MADISON DYSON!

The bell rings! This one is over!

Todd: What a devious victory Madison Dyson managed to help sneak out here tonight in our main event!

Bama: Wily as ever, I’ll tell you what, baby. Gravy baby better have eyes in the back of his head so long as Maddy’s skulkin’ around here on Anarchy!

Strife and Dyson are battered but victorious, and have their arms raised by “Micheal Graves”. Madison's arm, Graves just raises it quickly and slams it back down like a lever on a slot machine. He steps away shaking his head. The crowd roars in approval, but before anyone can fully absorb the out come, the lights dim, and a familiar theme track booms across the arena



LADIES AND GENTLEMNT! BOYS, GIRLS, AND THOSE WITH A MORE… nuanced understanding of themselves! Allow me to steal your attention, because the Bashmaster has arrived to make history!

The crowd erupts into cheers and laughter as the dazzling tunes of Steppenwolf blare through the arena. Barry Masterson appears atop the stage, dazzling in a sequined tuxedo that catches every flicker of the lights. With an exaggerated saunter, he makes his way to the ring, twirling a golden cane adorned with a sparkling disco ball on top.

TODD: Well, just when we thought we were going to celebrate the finish of this match, out comes the Bashmaster, and you know he’s got something ridiculous up his sleeve!

BAMA: If it’s Barry Masterson, YOUR BOSS, who we’re talking about, then it’s probably not just ridiculous… it’s downright revolutionary!

Barry steps into the ring, snapping his finger at a stagehand you hands him a microphone. 

Ah what a match! What drama! Whatunparalleled sportsmanship!

He gestures dramatically toward “Micheal Graves”

And called perfectly down the middle by none other than the GREATEST wrestler to ever grace our humble canvas- MY Anarchy Champion…. MICHEAL GRAVES!

The audience reacts with a mix of cheers and confused murmurs as “Graves” gives an exaggerated bow.

Now, I know there’s been a lot of chatter about the Bashmaster Classic. People doubted me. They said ‘Oh, Barry, is this just another aimless tournament like the Thickest Pigeon Round Robin? To which I say… Aimless? Darlings, every masterpiece needs time to reveal itself! And tonight my…

He looks down toward his feet for a moment, dripping with suggestion,

...Masterpiece is unveiled.

Barry gestures grandly toward the stage,

And to help me do just that, I’ve invited a very special guest. Please welcome… the COO of XWF… Thaddeus Duke!



TODD: Thaddeus Duke is here! This just got even more interesting.

BAMA: When Barry and Thad are in the same ring, you KNOW something big’s about to go down.

Thaddeus stops at the top of the ramp, giving a nod of approval to the audience before addressing the arena.

Thank you, Barry. And thank you, Manhattan!

I’ve been keeping a close eye on Anarchy, and I have to say… what I’ve seen lately has blown me away. The level of talent on this brand, just like the rest of the XWF, is off the charts!

He pauses giving the crowd time for their raucous applause

And I’ve gotta give credit where it’s due. The Bashmaster Barry Masterson has been cultivating one hell of a roster

Barry smiles, placing a hand over his heart

Thad, darling, you flatter me. But it’s not so hard to cultivate top talent when they're all chasing… he turns back to look at “Graves again, glowing like a father over their newborn child ...the best champion in the world

“Graves” gives an awkward thumbs up.

Fair enough. And while we’re giving out compliments, how about a round of applause for the ENTIRE Anarchy roster?

The crowd responds with a loud ovation, chanting out the name of the Anarchy brand

But talent needs opportunity. Growth requires rewards. And that’s why I’m here tonight. Because it’s time for Anarchy to match it’s talent pool with… a little more gold.

Thaddeus motions to his crew, who dramatically open the luggage cases to reveal two identical, gleaming championship belts, each embossed with a prominent blue “A” and intricate detailing.



The crowd loses it.

BAMA: OH BABY!

TODD: New championship belts! Is Anarchy getting it own…

That’s right. The XWF Anarchy Tag Team Championships!

Oh, you heard that right folks. These gorgeous pieces of art will go to the winners of the Bashmaster Classic! A tag team tournament like no other, where partnerships are forged in the fires of competition! Speaking of which….

He spins on his hell toward Dyson and Strife

knew I had a good feeling about pairing you two up, and tonight, the greatest wrestler of all time he points dramatically at “Graves” ...declared you as the winners! So my darlings, consider yourselves the first official team in the Bashmaster Classic!


As for the rest of the field…[/b] he smirks with a hint of sexual mischief, All other qualifiers for the Bashmaster Classic will be paired up… AT RANDOM!

So get ready, because this isn’t just a tournament. This is a bash. A Bashmaster’s Classic! And when all’s said and done, and the fluids have spilled, one team will stand tall as the inaugural XWF Anarchy Tag Team Champions!