Behold the drummers.
Behold the marching feet of the XWF Security Team.
The troops wear masks. Their armour—more heavily clad than even just days ago on Warfare.
They have upgraded. Bigger, nastier, and with the company logo even smaller on their back.
The crown dominates their uniform.
And soon, it dominates the Freeman Coliseum as “The Gentle Art of Making Enemies” by Faith No More rips around the arena.
Between the crown and the Universal Championship, Kieran King is covered in gold as he strides towards the ring, sans his usual fanfare with a grumpy determination replacing it instead.
King Kieran: Ladies and gentlemen… it seems there has been a little bit of fake news floating about as pertains to who holds the true power in the XWF. We are living in a post-Thaddeus Duke world… We are living in a world where I *personally* put an end to Dolly Waters's dreams of ‘people power’...
He says that with a mocking inflection.
King Kieran: Theo Pryce isn't coming back and Vinnie Lane… well he's the one responsible for the situation we're now in, isn't he? Vinnie Lane sold a controlling share of the XWF to three people whose combined wealth is the greatest pot of gold this world has ever seen. But as you saw on Warfare and you now see around the ring…
He points to his personal army.
King Kieran: There are some things that money can buy. There are limits to that wealth can wield. Because money isn't power… knowledge isn't power… Cersei Lannister may have had horrible taste in men but she was right about one thing… POWER IS POWER!!! And when it comes to the XWF, I alone hold the balance of all power! I… YOUR MONARCH… YOUR CHAMPION… YOUR KING OF THE UNIVERSE!!!
He breathes. It looks more like a seethe.
King Kieran: Let me be crystal fucking clear so that even the lizard people trying to run this joint can understand… there is not a blade of grass that can blow in the wind without me saying so. On this world, or in any other.
I'm the King of the whole bloody Universe, not just Earth.
Mars? Mine.
Venus? Mine.
Jupiter? Mine.
Hoth? Mine.
Tatooine? Mine.
Arrakis? Mine.
Krypton? Mine.
Uranus? Mine.
He points to a guy in the front row.
King Kieran: His anus? Mine.
And to a woman near the man.
King Kieran: Her anus? Mine.
All your asses belong to me! Everything, from here to the edge of existence itself, is under the sole domain of THE GREATEST WRESTLER ALIVE.
Tonight, I start with Betsy Granger… a demonstration of sorts that Anarchy is as important a part of my kingdom as Warfare is.
But next month… YOUR KING goes to war.
These Trillionaires don't seem to understand just who the fuck I am.
I don't just wrestle for a living, I make history for a living! Back-to-back King of the XWF reigns… history! Fifteen years between Universal Championships… history! Uniting the crown and the title… history! Undefeated for SEVENTEEN MONTHS AND COUNTING… history!
And inside of War Games, I'll just have to go ahead and make history again. Because who the fuck could possibly stop me from walking in to defend against the ENTIRE GODDAMN COMPANY and walking out again STILL the KING OF THE UNIVERSE.
Kieran stands, arms stretched in all his glory, the Universal Championship and the King of the XWF crown firmly united… for now.
The lights goes out and hear a voice saying Wrestling has one royal family and when Kingdom hit's fireworks burst open and Razor Blade comes out wearing a American nightmare outfit and left his arms in the mid air and fist pumps in a fake air and he saw a kid wearing a Blake shirt and he takes off his American nightmare belt off his waist in hands it to the XWF fan and climbs up the steps in hops on the turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air and more fireworks burst once again and he gets inside of the ring and climbs on the top rope taunts some more and gets down and takes off his American nightmare jacket and prepares for a fight.
TODD: And here comes THE American Nightmare!
BAMA T: Razor Blade pledged to unleash great violence here in San Antonia tonight- and from the look on his face, I think he meant it!
TODD: Well Bama’, when you let a guy called RAZOR BLADE star in an X-treme Rulez match to open the show….you know you’re in for a bloody good time!
Liam Roberts’ music blares through the PA system as Liam hits the stage. Liam extends his arms out, ala-Jesus, as he walks towards the ring. When he nears the ring, he slides under the ropes and prepares for battle!
TODD: Liam Roberts! A long-time veteran of XWF Anarchy, Liam came back at Relentless to participate in the battle royale on night 1! It may not have gone his way, but Liam definitely left his mark and reminded everyone exactly who he is!
BAMA T: Liam doesn’t always win, but he always leaves a bloody taste in his opponent’s mouth! This should be a great opening bout!
LIAM ROBERTS
- vs -
RAZOR BLADE
X-TREME RULEZ!
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Liam and Razor exchange blows at the beginning of the match. Razor Blade quickly gets the advantage, delivering heavy haymaker after heavy haymaker! Liam Roberts tries to scurry away, using his speed to his advantage. Razor chases after Liam, but Roberts ducks under the bottom ropes and outside the ring!
Never one to be deterred, Razor slides out of the ring after Liam, trying to spear him into the barricade!
But Liam dodges it just in time, causing Razor’s shoulder to crash right into the barrier!
Liam laughs to himself as Razor Blade clutches his shoulder in pain. Never one to waste an opportunity, Liam immediately begins digging under the ring for some devious weaponry. After a few seconds of fumbling around beneath the ring, Liam eventually pulls out a barbed wire wrapped steel chair! Liam slams the chair against the ringside apron a few times, testing it’s mettle. Once he’s satisfied with his new weapon, Liam turns around to go find Razor Blade and beat him with it!
TODD: Liam Roberts has bad intentions, I can just sense it! He’s looking to rearrange Razor’s face with that barbed wire wrapped chair!
BAMA: Well DUH, Todd! It’s an X-treme Rulez match, and Liam is as X-treme as they come!
Liam Roberts heads back to Razor with the chair in hand, and a sick grin plastered to his smarmy face.
Liam lifts the chair high into the air-
But before he can bring it crashing down, Razor interrupts him with a kick to the gut!
Liam drops the chair as he doubles over in pain!
Razor Blade grabs Liam by the neck, delivering a DDT right onto the chair! Liam’s face immediately explodes into a bloody mess!
BAMA T: Well damn, Todd! That didn’t go the way that Liam thought it would!
After Razor Blade throws Liam Roberts back into the ring, the match becomes a completely one-sided affair. Liam’s face leaks across the entire ring as Razor delivers body drop after suplex after clothesline after body slam. Liam Roberts crawls to the ropes and tries to get a ‘rope break’, but the referee reminds him this is X-treme Rulez, and Razor Blade can do whatever he wants to do in this match!
Razor Blade grabs Liam Roberts by his blood-red hair, dragging him over towards the center of the ring before bringing him back to the mat with a snap powerslam!
Razor patiently waits for Liam to arise once more, then he grabs Liam underneath their head and flips them over with his finishing move, a Blade Rose!
The referee counts the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| Winner by Pinfall – Razor Blade |
TODD: You think Ozzie’s got a point to prove tonight, Bama?
BAMA: Well, I think the better question is, why wouldn’t he, baby? He came up short in Relentless for them Anarchy Tag Titles, and that’d piss off just about anyone on the roster!
TODD: And folks, a lot of people will tell you right away, an angry Mister Oz is a focused Mister Oz. And a focused Mister Oz could spell trouble tonight.
Oswald stands amidst an indie metal band, watching the ring, looking at the band. Soon a choir is heard as the band begins to play his theme song. He walks towards the lead guitarist, clapping him gently on the back so as to not mess up her playing. Oswald, walks down the ramp, the bottom of his white cloak dragging along the ground. Once at the ring, he'd leap onto the apron before launching himself to show how strong and agile he was to lift such mass with such ease right over the top rope and de-cloaked himself, placing it in his corner before stretching out his arms in a lower case t and roaring out to the crowd before going and sitting on top of his cloak, awaiting the bell as he mentally plans out the match, as well as how to try and beat his opponent.
"Realize" By AC/DC starts to play as the fans start cheering. Out walks Barney Green, dressed in his ring gear. He slowly walks out and waves at the fans. He walks down to the ring and enters it. He waits in the corner as his music fades.
TODD: Raucous applause here tonight for Barney Green! And it’s hard to blame them, he’s a living legend of this sport and in XWF history! He looks set to try and continue his comeback tour here tonight!
BAMA: Good luck tryin’ to get past Mister Oz, though. Man looks so hungry he’d probably devour a pack of raw meat like a shark. Gives me the creeps, baby…
TODD: Old school rules here tonight, folks, which means anything can happen. No disqualifications, no count outs!
BAMA: No mercy?
TODD: Sure sounds about right…
BARNEY GREEN
- vs -
MR. OZ
OLD SCHOOL RULEZ!
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DING! DING! DING!
TODD: And we’re off! Folks, don’t expect a match that’s pretty, don’t expect a technical masterclass! This is going to be a brawl, a fight, pure and simple here!
BAMA: Both these boys are chompin’ at the bit to get to each other! I can’t wait!
It’s Oz who comes out of his corner first, charging ahead at Barney with a full head of steam! A stiff clothesline comes out, and Barney gets sent right into the corner from it as he lands hard!
Oz is already on top of him as he mauls him like an animal! Right hands, left hands! Upstairs! Downstairs! Barney is having to cover up against this manic onslaught!
But he quickly fires back with a sharp HEADBUTT! It lands right between the eyes as Oz has to stagger back from the impact, allowing Green to come charging back with a big clubbing forearm right to the noggin!
That move only perks Oz up, though! He straights as he glares at Barney, before taking him by the hair and throwing him right out of the ring! Barney takes a tumble to the outside, but he’s quickly back on his feet as he walks around to try and regroup…
BUT OZ DIVES OUT OF THE RING WITH A HUGE CROSSBODY!
BAMA: Hot damn, baby! Oz rarely gets the chance, but he loves showin’ off that speed and agility whenever he can!
TODD: These two didn’t take long to let the action spill to the outside, folks. Barely any rules in this match here, and they can’t wait to make use of that fact. The only thing stopping these two is going to be their own imagination.
The two quickly come back to their feet, and they don’t waste time throwing more punches. Barney manages to get some more space growing between the two as he shoves Oz back, sending him right back into the barricade! Oz looks to charge back in…
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
BUT BARNEY MANAGES TO REACH UNDERNEATH THE RING AND PULL OUT A LIGHTTUBE IN TIME! GLASS SHARDS GO FLYING AS A CLOUD OF SMOKE HANGS IN THE AIR!
TODD: Bama! You wanna talk about speed, Barney just pulled that lighttube out faster than either of us can blink!
BAMA: Look at Ozzie! It’s a miracle he’s even standin’, baby!
Oz is standing, but he’s on clear spaghetti legs after that hard shot to the dome! Green curses as he pulls himself to his feet, before taking the lighttube by the other end and CRACKING it right across Oz’s face again!
AND THIS TIME IT DROPS HIM!
THE FANS ARE POPPING LIKE CRAZY!
Barney grits his teeth as he looks under the ring again! And what he pulls out this time only gets the fans more pumped as they realize what’s coming!
A TABLE!
TODD: I can sense only evil intentions with that table, Bama…
BAMA: Both these guys are some heavy boys, baby! Imagine all that weight crashing down through hard wood? It might be an early end to the contest here!
Barney drags the table over onto the other side of the arena, propping it right up against the metal guardrail! He grins and nods, satisfied with his work as he brings himself right back to Mister Oz who’s getting up!
IRISH WHIP TO OZ!
OZ GOES SAILING RIGHT TOWARDS THE TABLE!
BUT HE MANAGES TO PLANT HIS FEET AND STOP ON A DIME JUST IN TIME!
OZ TURNS HIS HEAD TO SEE BARNEY CHARGING AT HIM FROM BEHIND THOUGH! BIG ELBOW TO THE SKULL CUTS HIM OFF!
TODD: Sharp instincts from Oz there, easy to forget with Barney in the match, but Oz is quite the crafty veteran himself!
BAMA: How’s he gonna be able to follow up, though?
Oz grunts as he sees Barney blinking out the cobwebs, before he moves right in! He scoops Barney up and hoists him with everything he’s got! The fans go CRAZY at the freakish display of strength!
DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER-
BARNEY REVERSES INTO A GUILLOTINE CHOKE! HE LOCKS HIS LIMBS AROUND OZ’S BODY AS HE TRIES TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF HIM!
BAMA: Did you know Barney had this type of thing up his sleeve, Todd?
TODD: No way! But Barney’s sure as Hell putting it to good use! Trying to sap the big man of his strength, trying to give himself an edge in this contest… he could use this to put Oz through the table right now.
Tank is going beet red in the face! Sweat drips down his body as he sinks to a knee, and Barney seizes his chance as he goes back on his feet!
HE HOISTS OZ UP!
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX-
DESPERATION EYE RAKE FROM OZ CUTS BARNEY OFF! AND INSTEAD, HE GOES BEHIND HIM-
GERMAN! SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPLEX! BARNEY GOES FLYING ACROSS THE RINGSIDE AREA, BUT TANK MAINTAINS WAIST CONTROL AS HE BRINGS HIM UP!
BAMA: Somethin’ tells me I think we know what’s comin’ next…
TODD: It’s hard to put into words just how insane this level of strength is, folks. Barney Green, always a heavy competitor, a stocky 247 lbs in a small, 5’10 frame. Lifting him up once would be an achievement, but Oz managing to lift him up SIX times for his Sextuple German Suplex?! He’s a machine!
BAMA: Ain’t no Green Machine, that’s for sure, baby!
Oz hoists up Barney again, and Barney tries to fight out! A series of elbows clobbers Oz in the face, but he has to shrug it off!
A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!
They come up again! More elbows to try and throw Tank off! But Tank continues!
Three! Four! Five!
Barney’s sluggish now, but Oz sees his opportunity! He moves right towards the table and launches Barney one more time!
SIXTH GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE AND THE BARRICADE!
BARNEY GETS CRUSHED!
TODD: Is he even moving?!
BAMA: No idea! We gotta get some EMTs out here!
Ringside doctors quickly flock their way down to the dilapidated barricade where Barney lays to check on him! Oz snarls at the group before he starts shoving them aside! He’s making his way to Barney!
Oz pulls Barney up by the hair and forces him inside while ignoring the doctors! He rolls in after him, and goes for a cover as the ref is forced to count!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT?!
BAMA: How in the blue Hell did this man kick out?!
TODD: Your guess is as good as mine, Bama! I don’t think anyone in this arena can believe it!
Oz slowly rises from his cover, loudly swearing as he does so. He turns his attention to the referee, a dark glance crossing his eyes. The ref holds his hands up, clearly not looking for a fight as the two rise to their feet.
Oz holds his fingers up, clearly disputing the count as the ref is arguing his side, telling him that Barney clearly managed to kick out in time. Oz doesn’t want to hear it, though…
AS BARNEY MANAGES TO PULL OZ AROUND INTO A DREAMMAKERRRRRRRRRRR!
BAMA: He’s alive! He’s back on his feet!
TODD: Oz is still standing after that Dreammaker, though! Both of them are on spaghetti legs right now!
BAMA: Look at Barney, though! He’s still got Oz by the wrist!
BARNEY LETS OUT A PRIMAL ROAR AS HE STRAIGHTENS HIMSELF BACK OUT!
AND LUNGES IN ONE MORE TIME FOR ANOTHER DREAMMAKERRRRRRRRRRRRR!
HE GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONLY TO WATCH AS OZ ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!
TODD: If that’s not a heartbreaking sight for any competitor in the ring, then I don’t know what is.
BAMA: Could be a chance for both of these guys to try and recover, though!
Green crawls after Oz, trying to make his way to the outside of the ring, trying to pull him back in and finish this match…
BUT OZ REACHES BACK INSIDE THE RING TO CLOBBER BARNEY’S SKULL
WITH
A
LADDER!
BARNEY FALLS ONTO HIS BACK AS OZ SLIDES INTO THE RING! BARNEY’S TRYING TO STIR, BUT TANK’S SETTING UP THE LADDER RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
TODD: We talked about evil intentions earlier, Bama… but a fall from that height could end careers if it goes poorly.
BAMA: If Barney wants to wake up to see tomorrow, he’s gotta get up! Right now!
Oswald starts climbing up the ladder as Barney Green is slow to stir! The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Oswald slowly ascends towards the heavens!
Barney finally pushes himself up to a standing position once Oswald reaches the ladder’s peak…
But when Barney looks up towards the stars, he just sees Oswald leaping off the ladder!
Diving Hurricanrana!
The entire ring shakes from the impact!
When Oswald lands atop Barney, the referee immediately counts the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| Winner by Pinfall – Mr. Oz |
"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, fans rise from their seats throughout the arena and cheer, knowing one of their workhorses is about to appear!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
LIMIT BREAKER
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of Larry Tact standing on stage. He's looking down as he hones in for the battle ahead.
TODD: Gotta imagine Tact’s wanting to make a statement win tonight. He had a very close match against Dickie Watson for the TV title, but couldn’t quite get the win out.
BAMA: Tact’s a hungry boy, and who can blame him? He’s got a chance to get himself righted right here, right now though. Gets me on the edge of my seat thinkin’ about these guys that’re gonna try to bring it against each other…
After a few seconds, Tact whips his head up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by pointing towards different sections. He goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest with a hand before opening his arms to the reaction of the crowd. "THIS IS YOUR SPOTLIGHT!" Larry bellows as the audience hoots and hollers back. He returns to center stage and points to either side of the crowd. The lights cut out except for green, gold, and crimson spotlights highlighting the audience in attendance. Larry makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.
Facing the stands, he opens his arms up and puffs his chest out to receive the feverish energy of his supporters. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “BEST GAME WINS!!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match.
It shows Tommy in the shadows in a corridor somewhere on the X-Tron in a hoodie, then it fades back into the arena where the lights flicker and the camera see's him coming down to the ring in his jacket hoodie, with him waving a Kendo Stick around him. Then he nods his head to the beat, and he gives some fans some dap as he walks down to the ramp, then he slides into the ring, and gets on the turnbuckle and poses to the crowd with the stick in the air. Then he comes down from there, and sits on the corner as his theme fades off.
TODD: Tommy Wish is no stranger to fighting uphill battles, he’ll be the first one to tell you that himself. Still, it’s rather amazing the level of perseverance he brings to the ring each and every night, isn’t it?
BAMA: Gonna need a lot more than perseverance if he wants to start rackin’ those wins up though, baby! He’s got some upset victories over the years though. Let’s see if we’re about to see another one of those tonight!
LARRY TACT
- vs -
TOMMY WISH
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!
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DING! DING! DING!
TODD: And we’re off! Lots of risks coming with a Falls Count Anywhere match, but these two look ready to fight and they’re chomping at the bit to get to it!
BAMA: Tact’s lookin’ like he means business in the ring tonight, can Wish keep up?
The two competitors quickly lock-up in the middle of the ring, with Tact using his size and strength to bully the smaller yet chunkier Wish. Tact manages to press Wish against the ropes and tries for an Irish Whip, but it gets quickly reversed by Wish who sends Tact running instead!
Tact responds back with a running swinging neckbreaker though! Wish hits the ground hard, but Tact is already right on top of Wish! A big clubbing forearm to the back doubles him down, allowing Tact to scoop him up right on his shoulders!
Tact charges around the ring! RUNNING POWERSLAM-!
BUT WISH DUCKS OUT FROM BEHIND! HE RUNS AHEAD AND HITS A HUGE BULLDOG ON TACT!
TODD: Tommy Wish trying to give as good as he’s getting right now!
BAMA: He’s like a caged animal in there! Scrappy, almost a little desperate with how he’s kickin’ and squirmin’!
Wish quickly collects himself, stalking the ropes to try and figure out his next move, but Tact waits as Wish lets his guard down before he comes back to his feet and plants Wish with a huge CLOTHESLINE! Tommy Wish gets taken out of the ring and hits the outside mat hard!
Tact comes out to the outside, the referee following after as he comes straight to the downed Wish. Tact goes to pick him up, but Wish delivers a hard side elbow to Tact’s gut to stop him. Wish climbs back to his feet, looking for some well-placed punches, but Tact fires back with a strong European Uppercut to bring Wish backwards!
TACT LOOKS TO CHARGE AT WISH WHO’S LEANING AGAINST THE BARRICADE!
BUT TOMMY WISH MANAGES TO GET OVER THE BARRICADE IN TIME! Tact has to stop himself from crashing into the steel just in the nick of time!
TODD: Quick thinking by Wish to avoid impact there, but equally high ring IQ from Tact not to let himself meet the hard steel there!
BAMA: Wish ain’t gonna be able to escape the match that easily, though! It’s Falls Count Anywhere, after all!
TODD: I dunno if it’s a matter of Wish trying to get the Hell out of here, or just making a tactical retreat for the time being to collect himself…
Tact snarls at the retreating Wish, motioning for him to come back to ringside, but Wish walks along the stands as he wipes the sweat off of his brow! Tact scoffs, but he quickly follows after Wish! They’re taking the fight to the stands!
Tact looks to quickly close the distance to Wish, but Wish hears Tact coming! He grabs a nearby empty steel chair and proceeds to THROW IT RIGHT TOWARDS TACT!
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
It bounces right off of Tact’s head with a sickening thud as he staggers backwards, allowing Tommy to close in towards him! Boot to the gut- NO NO NO!
STIFF POWERBOMB RIGHT TO A NEARBY SET OF NEARBY CHAIRS! EACH OF THEM GETS DENTED AS TACT’S BODY BOUNCES OFF OF THEM!
BAMA: Holy shi-
TODD: Folks, that could cause some serious spinal damage for anyone who has to take that impact! Tommy Wish showing off a bit of his merciless side here as he tries to take the fight to Larry Tact here!
Wish goes for the cover as he tells the referee to count!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TODD: Strong kickout there! I’m a bit amazed Tact didn’t take an early loss there!
BAMA: He’s focused on trying to make up for lost time after what happened on Warfare! He’s still in this, baby!
Tommy frowns as he gets back to his feet, before proceeding to throw each of the dented steel chairs onto Tact’s body! His body gets halfway buried between the harsh steel as he quickly looks to a nearby railing! Wish nods in excitement as he proceeds to start to climb up!
BAMA: Uh… that sounds like a good way to break both of their bodies, though. Can Tommy even balance himself on a thin railing like that?!
TODD: I think we’re about to find out, Bama…
Tommy walks along the railing, his arms practically flailing about with every step he takes. The loud cheers and stomping of boots against the ground clearly rattles Tommy though, as he has to pause and reposition himself on the railing! He’s trying not to fall over!
BUT THAT ALLOWS TACT TO COME OVER AND SMACK TOMMY WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO KNOCK HIM OFF THE RAILING! TOMMY CRASH-LANDS HARD ON THE OTHER SIDE ONTO THE GROUND!
Tact quickly starts climbing upwards to where Tommy fell, trying to quickly put him away, but he sees Tommy already starting to crawl away and trying to get back onto his feet! He’s sporting one hell of a bloody nose, but Tact stays on the pursuit after him!
TODD: It looks like they’re going closer to the stage here!
BAMA: Loooot of expensive stuff they could break here…
Just before they get out of the crowd though, Tommy manages to get back to his feet, snatching a nearby drink from a fan as he swirls to throw it at Tact!
BUT TACT DUCKS! AND HE PULLS WISH IN FOR A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!
BAMA: You know what they say: ‘Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…’
TODD: Tact showing off that IQ again as he manages to avoid danger there, but Tommy already feeling the impact there.
Tact shakes the fan’s hand who had her drink stolen from her, deeply apologizing to her as he points towards one of the nearby food carts up further in the stands! It looks like he’s offering her a free refill as the fans pop huge for the display of generosity!
Wish manages to come alive though, hitting Tact with a big forearm over his back, and the two of them are brawling towards the side of the stage! Rights and lefts are being exchanged, coming now towards the production equipment as Tact forces Wish off of him with a strong overhand right! Wish goes sailing back, his back turned to Tact as Tact sees his opportunity!
Tact pulls off a cord from the nearby production desk… AND HE STRANGLES IT AROUND WISH’S NECK! WHILE USING IT TO HELP CINCH IN A COBRA CLUTCH!
TODD: Tact telling Wish to Tactilize Yourself! He’s trying to make a statement with this submission hold, and the longer Wish doesn’t tap out here, the more he’s gambling with his life!
BAMA: Is it gonna be tap, nap or snap?! We’re about to find out!
Wish is wheezing! He’s turning red in the face! He’s trying to reach for salvation! Tact keeps the hold applied! Wish starts gaining some ground, but the cord can only go so far! It acts as a leash around Wish’s neck to keep him pinned!
He’s clawing at the hold! His red face is turning to blue! The referee is asking if he wants to submit!
Wish is fading as he slumps over to the ground…
ONLY TO RISE UP AND CLOBBER TACT OVER THE HEAD WITH A KENDO STICK!
TODD: How the hell did a Kendo Stick find its way over to production?!
BAMA: I don’t think we even wanna know, but that’s like a gift from God Himself for Tommy Wish!
Tact stumbles backwards, trying to keep the hold applied! But Wish whacks him again! He brings himself upwards, wrapping his arm behind Tact as he brings the kendo stick up! Both men are looking for their signature moves…
BUT TOMMY WISH HITS A KENDO-ASSISTED RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP TO TACT THROUGH THE PRODUCTION TABL-
Silence reigns on the broadcast feed.
Anarchy comes back to life, with both Tact and Wish downed within the wreckage of the production table.
TODD: -esting, testing! Bama, I think we’re back on the air!
BAMA: I was starting to get scared at this rate! Both these guys just took the entire show down!
TODD: Wish had to dig deep in order to hit that T-Russian Sweeper while being told to Tactilize Yourself, but it paid off in dividends. Both of these men have beaten the Hell out of each other in this sprint of a match, but if any of them can find the strength to get up first, they’re going to have the advantage here!
BAMA: They’re both stirring! Who’s it going to be, Todd?!
IT’S LARRY TACT!
He rises first, groggy and dazed, but as he reaches his feet he stares down at Tommy Wish, who is still stirring in the wreckage.
Larry Tact grabs Tommy Wish by the scruff of his neck, before positioning him for a Torture Rack Spinout Powerbomb!
TACT EXECUTES!
BAMA T: TACTILIZER! TACTILIZER! TACT JUST HIT A TACTILIZER!
TODD: Oh Bama’, this one’s over!
Larry Tact falls directly atop Tommy after pulling off The Tactilizer! The referee counts the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| Winner by Pinfall – Larry Tact |
The first, frenetic strums of Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" rips through the arena as strobes of gold and white cast across the stage and crowd. After several moments, and then a few more for good measure, Kieran King eventually saunters onto the stage, smugly mugging for the audience while the Universal Championship rests upon his waist. In a flash, he sprints towards the ring and glides underneath the bottom rope - practically hovering off the mat. Keeping his momentum going, King darts towards the corner post and leaps towards the top. He crouches, and throws his arms up and back as if to backflip off the top... only to pull out at the last minute. He laughs at the crowd, mocking them as he settles in to some pre-match stretches.
BAMA T: And here comes the Undisputed KING of the Universe! The Universal Champion of the X-treme Wrestling Federation, the crusher of Revolutions and the overthrower of Corporations! KIERAN……KIIIIIIINNNGGGG!
As the opening notes begin, the lights go out, save for a single spotlight on the top of the stage. Betsy comes out, but she’s only a silhouette at this point. Just as the drum strikes it’s second note, Betsy dabs and the lights come back. The song starts from the refrain as Betsy starts dancing down the ramp.
“Sin City’s cold and empty
No one’s around to judge me
I can’t see clearly when your gone-one-one”
Arms out, Betsy begins twirling around wildly, blonde ponytail whipping about with her, as she slaps hands with fans on both sides of the ramp. The chorus hits just as Betsy baseball slides into the ring.
“And I said ooooh, I’m blinded by the lights
I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
And I said ooooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust”
As the chorus chimes on, Betsy bounces up and hops up onto every ring corner, pumping her fist and bobing her head in time with the song, getting the fans amped up for the upcoming bout. When she finishes playing up the fans, she starts bouncing in place, preparing mentally for the bout.
TODD: Betsy Granger has her work cut out for her here tonight, but she looks up to the challenge! If there’s ANYONE, and I mean ANYONE who could pull off an upset against the freshly coronated King, it’s Betsy! She’s traveled universes far and wide, defeating some of the biggest names in the industry….and tonight, she’s looking to do it again!
KIERAN KING ©
- vs -
BETSY GRANGER
DA KING'S NON-TITLE RULEZ!
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Before the bell can ring fully… Kieran King quickly slides under the ring to the outside?
TODD: What’s the King doing?
BAMA: Beats me, baby, but it looks like he’s comin’ over to the ring announcer?
Kieran points at the ring announcer, the two quickly exchanging a few hushed words. The ring announcer furrows his brow in confusion, but as Kieran repeats himself, he nods along before taking to the mic.
“Ladies and gentlemen… The King’s Rules-”
Kieran quickly forced a knowing glare his way which caused the ring announcer to have to catch himself.
“I mean… Da King’s Rulez shall be given on a need-to-know basis! First off, the King, Kieran King, has requested that his personal security guard be surrounding the ring at all times!”
BAMA: No way! This match just got turned into a lumberjack match!
TODD: Betsy’s beside herself! Kieran’s trying to screw her before the bell even rings!
BAMA: Guess that’s part of the power that comes with being King, huh, baby?
Kieran waits outside the ring as he watches his guard get into position along the ring. After exchanging a nod with Tommy Gunn on the outside, Kieran lets a smile come onto this face as he finally comes into the ring again.
DING! DING! DING!
TODD: And, well… we’re off. Controversial this match’s start might be, but it’s not going to change what’ll be happening here. Huge non-title match here for Betsy Granger looking to try and take it to Kieran King, both of these competitors looking to be Captains come War Games!
BAMA: Betsy’s got an uphill battle ahead of her, that’s for sure, baby. Kiki’s gonna try to keep the deck stacked right in his favor.
A collar-and-elbow tie-up quickly engages, with King managing to come out on top as he forces Betsy into the corner. As King pushes Betsy back further, the referee manages to break up the hold, but not before King WHALLOPS Betsy with a huge slap as they’re being broken up!
Betsy scowls, but immediately takes the fight to Kieran right after with a barrage of kicks being aimed right at his legs! Kieran’s having to turn mobile, trying to move out of the way, but one low roundhouse catches him right on the knee! Betsy moves it to a roundhouse to the ribs now, causing Kieran to double over! She moves right in…
Snapmare to the King! Kieran falls over, letting Betsy run off the ropes! BASEMENT DROPKICK TO THE CHIN!
Kieran looks like he’s taken a hard shot there, and he quickly finds himself rolling out of the ring to collect himself. Betsy follows after him, but clearly hesitates as she sees the hordes of henchmen outside.
TODD: Looks like the numbers disadvantage is finally starting to sink in for Betsy here, and at the worst timing, too.
BAMA: She can’t afford to let Kiki recover, though! It’s damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t!
Kieran sees his opportunity right after though, grinning while grabbing Betsy by the ankle and pulling her right outside of the ring!
Betsy manages to get to her feet, but the security guards are right there! They’re forcibly pulling her away from King before she can get a measure of payback! Betsy glares right at King’s deathly smug face, but with her limbs all restrained by the guards, she can only watch as King rises for a BUZZSAW KICK!
The referee looks to try and restore some order again! They quickly look to the outside of the ring and begin to count!
ONE!
TODD: Referee trying to do his job here, but King seems to look downright flabbergasted as he’s glaring back?
BAMA: Something tells me we’re about to see what the next ‘need-to-know’ rule is going to be out here…
TWO!
Kieran walks right over to the ring announcer again, relaying instructions as Betsy is forced down onto the ground!
THREE!
The ring announcer hesitantly nods to Kieran one more time before he picks up the mic again.
“Ladies and gentlemen… the next rule of ‘Da King’s Rulez’ has been revealed. It hereby states that there shall be NO count-outs or disqualifications in this match…”
BIG POP FROM THE CROWD!
“…for Kieran King only. Betsy Granger will still be affected by count-outs and disqualifications!”
THAT IMMEDIATELY TURNS TO BOOS!
TODD & BAMA: WHAT?!
Kieran chuckles as he immediately heads inside of the ring, bringing a steel chair with him! He immediately ignores Betsy as he sets up the chair inside of the ring and begins to lay back on it!
Betsy is still being swarmed by security at ringside! She’s trying to make her way back inside! The referee looks like he has no choice but to count!
THREE!
FOUR!
Kieran lazily checks his nails before deciding to get some shut-eye! But Betsy is trying her best to come back onto her feet against the sheer weight pushing against her!
FIVE!
SIX!
BETSY MAKES IT TO HER FEET! SHE’S TRYING TO SHOVE THE GUARDS OFF OF HER! A RIGHT HAND! AN UPPERCUT! A ROUNDHOUSE! SHE’S MANAGING TO SHAKE THEM OFF!
TODD: Look at her go! Betsy’s just a house on fire right now!
BAMA: She doesn’t have a lot of time before she gets counted out, though!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
BETSY’S REALIZING THE COUNT! SHE’S GOING TO MOVE BACK INTO THE RING, BUT TOMMY GUNN TURNS HER AROUND INTO A HEAVY UPPERCUT!
NINE!
BUT BETSY RESPONDS WITH A ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SKULL THAT CLOBBERS HIM AS SHE SLIDES BACK INSIDE JUST IN TIME!
BAMA: If she took even a split second longer…
TODD: Betsy’s gotta look out though! King’s back on his feet!
KIERAN KING CLOBBERS BETSY GRANGER WITH THE STEEL CHAIR! He slams it over into her repeatedly, looking to try and keep her down for the count! The laziness act was just playing possum!
With Betsy softened up, Kieran takes the chance to lift Betsy up and plant her right back down with a BRAINBUSTERRRRRRRRRRRRR!
BAMA: He said, ‘F Ur Head!’
TODD: Betsy has so much to overcome! It’s bad enough stepping into the ring with Kieran King on any night of the week, but when he’s plotting the entire match and changing the stipulations when he feels like it…
Kieran with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
BAMA: She’s still with it, though!
TODD: Have to wonder if she’s making a mistake or not here, though…
Kieran scoffs at Betsy, before he decides to go for the kill shot! He quickly scales the ropes, channeling the fans’ boos into extra energy as he proceeds to flip them off! He turns back to Betsy, sizing her up!
450 SPLASH!
ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!
KIERAN HITS THE STEEL CHAIR UNDERNEATH AS HIS SKULL BOUNCES OFF!
TODD: NEVERMIND! KIERAN MISSED THE KING MAKER! THAT MIGHT HAVE JUST TURNED THE TIDE OF THIS MATCH!
BAMA: Kieran using that chair just came back to haunt him!
Kieran wearily pulls himself up, clearly dizzy from the shot to the skull, but Betsy sees her opportunity as she pulls herself up! She darts right in and hits a HURRICANRANA DRIVERRRRRRR! KING BOUNCES OFF THE MAT FROM THE PLANTE DE VISAGE AS THE FANS ARE ROARING IN ANTICIPATION!
BETSY MAKES HER WAY TO KIERAN’S LEGS AND PROCEEDS TO TIE THEM UP! AND SHE BRIDGES BACKWARDS AS KIERAN KING IS LOCKED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
TODD: BETSY CALLS THIS THE TUEZ LES ETOILES, AND IT’S LOCKED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
BAMA: Kiki might be about to call this the move he taps out to if Betsy keeps it locked in long enough!
KIERAN IS SCREAMING! HE’S DESPERATE TO ESCAPE! TO CLAW AGAINST THE RING CANVAS! HE CAN’T REACH THE ROPES THOUGH WITH BETSY’S BODY WEIGHT CONTORTED ON TOP OF HIM!
BUT HE HOLLERS FOR THE RING ANNOUNCER!
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN…
“Ladies and gentlemen… the next rule of ‘Da King’s Rulez’ has been revealed. It hereby states that there shall be NO submissions in this match!”
MORE BOOS RAIN DOWN FROM THE CROWD!
TODD: I don’t believe it, Bama! Betsy just had the Universal Champion dead-to-rights there!
BAMA: It’s gonna be on her to see if she can adapt, though! Come War Games, that’s what both of these guys are gonna have to do!
Betsy is forced to release the submission hold by the referee as she’s pissed off! She’s in his face, arguing! She glares at the ring announcer! But she has to turn her attention back to Kieran King as she runs in-
ONLY FOR KIERAN TO THROW A STEEL CHAIR RIGHT TO HER SKULL!
CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
BETSY STAGGERS BACK AS KIERAN MAKES HIS WAY BACK TO HIS FEET AND HE LEAPS INTO THE AIR!
COOOOOOOOOODEBREAKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
BAMA: Betsy might be Ugly on the Outside after that one, Todd!
TODD: I’m sick to my stomach, Bama.
BAMA: Pretty sure a lot of fans could say the same, right about now.
KIERAN HOOKS THE LEG AS THE REF COUNTS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kieran King comes back right onto his feet, hands raised high in the air as he flashes a cheesy grin and a thumbs-up to the camera, basking in the boos and hatred that the crowd has to offer to their King.
TODD: I think we can all agree that this isn’t over, though. These two are going to be facing off alongside all the other War Games captains come Spooky Savage, and you better bet that Betsy Granger will be looking for some retribution there!
BAMA: Hoo boy… I can’t wait! One person’s gonna be drowning to death and y’all are gonna have to find out who the unlucky SOB is!
TODD: …You really gotta say it like that, Bama?
Anarchy fades to commercial as the show rolls on.
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Full black.
The stage alights in red. Smoke gathers around the stage. Gods by Sleep Token plays as XXXVI appears, rising up out of the red lights amidst the smoke, his hands gathered in prayer. He steps out onto the stage and takes in the mixed reaction from the crowd. He shakes his out his head and shoulders and begins to walk down the ramp, hands still in prayer pose. Then from behind him, appears CIX. She follows him down the ramp. Half way down, he spreads his hands apart and reaches out both arms in T-Pose as he crouches, sauntering down the rest of the ramp toward the ring. He climbs onto the apron, outstretches his arms and then enters, rolling backward over the top rope and spins toward the center of the ring, arms outstretched like a helicopter. He then sits, cross legged in the dead center of the ring, hands once again in prayer pose and bows his head. Full black again, then a single, red cone of light bathes him in the ring as fire explodes out of each turnbuckle. Outside the ring, CIX surveys the crowd as they await the match starting.
VROOM! VROOM! VROOM!
The power of the engine is heard as the riffs of Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild" tear through the speakers.
The growl of a classic muscle car grows louder before it explodes into the arena. The tires squeal as it barrels down the ramp. The crowd erupts, stomping, screaming, waving their arms in the air like they just don't care. The car screeches to a halt, then does a burnout in place, causing smoke to billow up from the tires while doing considerable damage to the surface below.
The car shuts off. The door swings open. Out steps Clutch Cassidy, leather jacket, jean shorts, sexy as fuck, mirrored sunshades, and white halter top. She grins and makes her way around the outskirts of the ring, hyped up, high octane energy, tagging hands. She stops at a child in the front row and slides her sunshades on their eyes, then, in unison with them, yells "VROOM VROOM!"
Cassidy climbs onto the apron, throws her arms wide, then lets the fans join in with her as she does revving gestures with her arms, everyone yelling "VROOM VROOM!" with her.
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.
The arena is bathed in a deep red light that brings out the shadows in every nook and cranny as "Deep Set" by Greg Puciato starts to play. Kristoffer Arroyo steps through the entrance way, looking cool and confident behind is bright pink shades. He saunters down to the ring, taking his time and seeming to savor the moment before suddenly exploding into a slide into the ring. He then steps through the ropes onto the ring apron, where he wraps his legs around the middle rope and hangs himself upside down with his arms outstretched like an inverted cross. He smiles for the camera, revealing long sharpened incisors, before sitting up and rolling up and over the top rope and to the canvas. He then proceeds to get to a neutral corner and wait for the contest to begin.
BAMA: Oh man, a lot going on with this one!
TODD: You said it, Bama. For starters, we’ve got the brand spanking new and already impressive Clutch Cassidy in only her second match and Kristoffer Arroyo making his big debut!
BAMA: On top of that we’ve got the brewing drama between Revolution champ XXXVI and Anarchy mainstay Summer Page and TODD, Summer has made it VERY clear she wants what XXXVI has got!
TODD: So many elements colliding in this ring tonight folks! And that’s not even touching the wide range of personalities, from, well, the spoiled, to the energetic to the enigmatic to the downright creepy! This match has it all! And we’re kicking it off, right now!
XXXVI © & CLUTCH CASSIDY
- vs -
SUMMER PAGE & KRISTOFFER 'VAMP' ARROYO
CLASSIC TAG RULEZ!
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The bell rings and both Summer Page and XXXVI come out of their respective corners, which draws a pop from the crowd! Summer wastes no time taking it to XXXVI, who to his credit is able to fight back with equal fortitude. The action between them is pretty back and forth until XXXVI gets into the rival corner and Kris Arroyo tags the champ with a brutal cheap shot elbow to the back of the head! Summer, who may not have even seen it, takes advantage by hitting the champ with the “1999” Impaler DDT. She covers!
1….
2…..NO! XXXVI raises the shoulder!
TODD: Summer almost pinned the champ yet again!
BAMA: You’re right Todd, and if she had she would have guaranteed her title shot for sure!
Clutch is fighting like mad trying to get her partner to make the tag, but Summer drags her rival to the middle of the ring and tags in Vamp. Vamp immediately sets in with some devastating strikes but eventually….lets XXXVI go and beckons Clutch to enter?!
BAMA: Summer not looking happy about her partners tactics!
XXXVI hits the tag and Clutch enters like a house of fire, hitting Vamp with leaping lariat followed by leaping lariat capping things off with a Nitro Kick into a cover on Arroyo!
1….
2….NOPE! Arroyo kicks out!
TODD: But wait!
As Arroyo kicks out, he grabs the back of Clutch’s head and starts biting her neck! The ref finally intervenes and forces Arroyo to stop, but he’s drawn blood! Clutch looks equal parts grossed out and enraged, but before she can go back on the attack Vamp tags Summer back in.
Summer and Clutch trade blows and eventually Clutch gets the advantage, tossing Summer around with her Gear Shift series of suplexes. Clutch covers Summer.
1….Arroyo dashes in the ring and breaks up the count!
BAMA: Vamp seems to be trying to get in Clutch’s head here. Or maybe he just has a crush!
TODD: I’m not sure he swings that way, partner….
Clutch ties Summer up in an armlock after the ref forces Vamp out of the ring and tags XXXVI back in. XXXVI continues the attack on Summer, and despite Summer showing some counterattack XXXVI quickly shuts her back down with a spinning backfist followed by a crowd pleasing springboard moonsault into a cover on Summer.
1….
2….
3….NO! Summer kicks out!
TODD: That was a close one though.
XXXVI picks Summer up and goes back on the attack, but Summer counters from out of nowhere with a sit out jawbreaker and tags Arroyo back in! But instead of going on the attack against XXXVI, Arroyo rushes to his opponent’s corner and knocks Clutch off the ring apron!
TODD: Another cheap shot from the purported vampire!
Clutch recovers quickly and scrambles into the ring, looking for revenge on Arroyo, but the ref forces her back out. Meanwhile, with the ref distracted, Arroyo hits a dirty low blow on the champion and he goes down. Arroyo covers!
1…..
2……XXXVI rolls the shoulder up!
Vamp continues the punishment on XXXVI until….he again just stops and throws XXXVI into Clutch’s corner, wanting her to tag in. Clutch does so eagerly and throws herself at Vamp, but this time she’s a little too eager and Vamp gets the advantage, nailing with the Teatro Grottesco series of knee lifts before pinning her.
1….
2…..
3…NO! Clutch kicks out!
Clutch is wounded but livid now, fighting out of the pin and to a vertical position where she and Vamp trade frenetic blows. Clutch starts to get an advantage but just as she does so Vamp tags Summer back in. Summer takes the fight to Clutch but with an eye towards XXXVI.
BAMA: You getting the sense she’d rather be in the ring with someone else?
TODD: Indeed I am, and it looks like it’s about to happen!
Clutch tags XXXVI in and Summer and the champion meet in the center of the ring. The action is very even for a time, until XXXVI is able to hit a decisive superkick on Summer! But just after he does so, he turns towards Vamp who chops him in the throat. The ref misses it and XXXVI runs back into Summer who nails him with a desperation “Pure Perfection” Perfectplex bridged right into a pin!
1….
2…..
3….!
| Winners by Pinfall - "Spoiled" Summer Page & Kristoffer "Vamp" Arroyo |
Summer rolls off XXXVI with a huge smile on her face as Clutch immediately bounds into the ring looking to go after Arroyo! But Arroyo drops down to the floor and blows her a kiss as he saunters to the back!
TODD: What a match! But instead the odd couple tag team of Summer Page and Kris Arroyo pick up the win.
BAMA: But what a story too! Vamp sure revealed his true colors in this match pulling out every dirty trick in the book. Meanwhile Summer Page has to have cemented her Revolution title match against XXXVI by pinning him again, even if it was under some dubious circumstances.
TODD: Don’t go anywhere folks, our main event is up next!
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TODD: Folks, it’s the end of an Era tonight! After a 382 day reign, ‘Micheal Graves’ has vacated the Anarchy Title due to a concussion in his last title defense… But, the end of one era means the start of another! And two people are eager to take this unique opportunity to become the new face of Thursday Night Anarchy!
BAMA: You ain’ kiddin’, Toddrick! Not only are these two hungry to become the top champ of the A-Show… they also seem to have a bit of beef with one another!
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!
TODD: Atara Raven! The Number One Contender to the Anarchy Title! She scored a shocking win over two very game competitors at Relentless in Amber Mansley and Larry Tact!
BAMA: Sho nuff! Mrs. James Raven feels like she’s turned a major corner in recent weeks! She’s been steppin’ that game up! You can feel the excitement in the air! Can Atara Raven score the top title on the Blue Brand?
TODD: She just might… if she can find a way to beat her opponent tonight…
Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose, Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.
Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.
…
"Gored" by Loathe plays throughout the arena. The lights go out. Once the beat drops, a spotlight shines on the entryway, where Solomon appears inside the light, clad in a black hoodie over his ring gear and a ski mask, 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.
TODD: And here he is! The latest addition to the Corporation’s ranks… ‘Psycho’ Solomon! The man who betrayed his mentor Blizzard at Relentless! Mrs. James Raven, having just joined the Tribe a few weeks prior to Relentless, dashed to the ring to try and make the save for Blizz… but the rest of the Corporation held her back and forced her to watch as the ‘Psycho’ rained blows down on the skull of Aidan Collins!
BAMA: In Kline’s defense… he doesn’t dislike Atty! A few weeks ago, Kline came and provided backup when Atty wrestled Oz! He just needed to break off with Blizz! He said in his promo, he still respects the hell outta Atty! That he and Atty should still be besties!
TODD: …Bama, I will repeat. He PUMMELED Blizz… one of Atty’s husband’s dearest friends! While Atty was held back and forced to watch!
BAMA: …Ok, I will change defense tactics. In the Tribe, Kline was third banana! As a member of the Corporation? He’s the Crown Jewel! He’s the Chosen Son! He demanded a chance to compete against Atara Raven for the vacant Anarchy championship… And he got it! Was he getting these opportunities *before*, when he was in the Tribe? Hell no!
TODD: Kline certainly slid straight into this title opportunity against Atara! He seems to be of the belief that this is his moment! This is his chance to become the face of Thursday Nights, the same brand that his father Crimson Kline was once the General Manager of! But, in Atty’s eyes, you can see a hunger for vengeance! A thirst to avenge Kline’s betrayal against The Tribe!
Solomon slowly makes his way toward the ring, sneering at fans along the way. He circles the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He peers out at the crowd in the middle of the ring through his ski mask. He flips off the people in the crowd, making sure to show hate to each side of the ring equally.
He then readies himself for the match, feeling pity for those who have to face him.
...
The crowd is molten hot before the bell even rings.
…Before the bell rings, these two stand opposite each-other, eagerly awaiting the bell to ring… ‘Psycho’ dons a sinister, wide smile, muttering something to Atara the audio doesn’t quite pick up… Atty is stoic, her expression doesn’t change… but her fists visibly tighten…
BAMA: Kline referred to tonight as ‘win-win’ for him… In that he doesn’t mind if he takes the win OR Atty does… But he also said he won’t be denied!
TODD: Meanwhile, Atara considered two champions of her past and which she’d channel: The Engineer, and embrace a godhood of destruction… Or ALIAS, the Eater of Worlds! And the uprooter of Evil on Anarchy!
BAMA: I mean… if she can channel one IOTA of either of those guys, I like her chances!
TODD: The remnants of The Tribe collide tonight! And one of them is walking out the new Anarchy champion!
ATARA RAVEN
- vs -
'PSYCHO' SOLOMON
ANARCHY TITLE MATCH!
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The moment before the bell rings, Kline dives forward, looking for an axe handle!
TODD: Kline jumps the gun! Kline goes to attack Atty before the bell has even rung! Whaat a dirty play!
BAMA: But he still respects the hell outta her!
TODD: Bama, come off it!
Solomon’s fists swing down!
…But Atara circle-steps, peppering Solomon with snapping pankration jabs! She catches Kline twice in the jaw… He staggers back, using the momentum from the strikes… And he swings wild with a clothesline!
But Atty ducks under and peppers the ribs with body shots. The crowd roars as she strings strikes together like a boxer!
TODD: Atara Raven looks DIALED IN! I think acting as guest referee and watching Matt Knox and SEB trade kicks gave her an appreciate for racking up strike counts!
…Kline drops his guard as Atty hops in.
WHAM! He eats a clean jab to the chin… And wraps his arms around Raven, manhandling her, flipping her around into a waistlock..
Then suddenly launches her across the ring with a German suplex!
Atty lands her hard on the back of her neck, near the corner!
TODD: WOW! Kline decided to just eat a handful of strikes if it meant grappling Atty and hucking her like a Scottish caber!
BAMA: That’s the ‘Psycho’ in action! Willing to eat the hurt if he can inflict it even worse on his opponent!
TODD: Kline’s been physically punishing Atty with strikes…
BAMA: And it looks like he’s aiming to clock out early and take the Anarchy title with him!
Atty cradling her gut as she smashes her fist against the mat, determined to stay in this thing…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring… Kline is setup like a linebacker ready to make a SACK!
Atty turns around…
Kline rushes in!
SPEAR!
…
NO! Atty leapfrogs up and over! Doing a toe-touch as she leaps!
TODD: WOW! Look at the athleticism on display by Aphrodite Incarnate!
Kline drives his own face into the middle turnbuckle!
TODD: And ‘Psycho’ gets psyched out!
…Kline dizzily retracts his head from the turnbuckle…
As Atty spins around, catching him under the arm…
PICTURE-PERFECT BIRTH OF VENUS SUPLEX!
Atty pops up, hair flying, rallying the crowd with a belly dance flutter and an...
OPA!
OPAAAAAAAAAAA!
TODD: Atty revelling turning this match around with the crowd… Though maybe she should save the dancing until AFTER she’s secured the belt!
Atty turns to cover Kline…
But Solomon rolls to the outside clutching his lower back!
BAMA: Kline’s managed to keep his distance from Atty on the outside…
TODD: But Atty remains in hot pursuit!
Kline retreats, holding his gut, still shaking off Atty’s devastating suplex… But Atty manages to close the distance with a jog…
TODD: Reminder, folks, no double count-outs here! Tonight, we will have ONE winner! ONE new champion!
Kline ducks around the corner, dipping below the apron!
Atty grabs the turnbuckle pole, looking to pick up speed to catch h-
SUPERKICK!
Kline from the padded concrete, obscured by the apron, catches Atty as she turns the corner with a kick to the skull!
Atty drops straight onto her back outside!
The official barks ordering Kline and Atty back into the ring… but instead, Kline grabs Atty HARD by the hair… heaving her off the ground…
And CHUNKING her into the steel steps!
Atty cradles her back, looking agonized!
TODD: They’ve gotten back inside the ring… and it looks Kline looks like he’s ready to put it away here…
Kline sets Atty up, sitting on her back while standing, trying to set up for the Dust to Dust (Vertebreaker)...
But Atty shoves Kline into the ropes from behind! Kline rebounds, as Atty leaps for a…
JUDGMENT OF PARIS KNEE STRIKE!
…But Kline clings onto the ropes behind him!
Atty’s leap ends up with her landing on her feet…
And that’s when Kline charges forward with a…
ASHES TO ASHES! (Pop-up Forearm Smash!)
TODD: Ashes to Ashes! This could be it! New Anarchy champion!
BAMA: The house always wins!
Atty collapses onto her back as Kline falls forward on top of her!
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO! Atty forces the shoulder up!
Solomon scoops Atty up by the scruff of the neck… She heaves exhaustedly on her knees, looking spent…
TODD: How the Hell is Atty still in this thing? Kline’s given her everything he’s can and she’s still finding the fuel to keep going!
BAMA: He’s about to snuff out her candle right here, Toddy baby!
Solomon again, sets up Atty into Dust to Dust position… he wraps one arm! Then, the other!
…
But in a flash, Atty scoops to the mat, wrapping her legs around Kline’s! Trying to bring him to the mat!
TODD: Atty’s pulling one last counter! Aphrodite’s Duality!
As Atty tries to force Kline onto his back to secure her Banana-Split style leg submission, ‘Psycho’ manages to claw his way forward… and clinch onto the ropes!
BAMA: Phew… see! That’s what makes Kline worthy of the Anarchy Title! He’s got the survival instincts of a champion!
Atty refuses to break the hold, desperately trying to break his grip, tearing him away from the ropes!
Kline throws a desperation elbow backwards!
Atty staggers against the ropes… As Kline charges forward!
…But Atty rebounds off the ropes!
JUDGMENT OF PARIS KNEE STRIKE!
TODD: OH MY GOD! FROM OUTTA NOWHERE! We’re gonna have a new Anarchy champion!
BAMA: No! NO!
Kline hits the mat…
As Atty collapses beside him… She slowly extends an arm over ‘Psycho’’s fallen body!
The official counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOO! ‘PSYCHO’ throws a shoulder off the mat!
TODD: These two have put everything… EVERYTHING they have into this match!
BAMA: But only one’s walking out with a belt, Toddrick!
Both competitors stagger to their feet, exhausted, sweat pouring…
Sol strikes first, hitting Atty with a…
FOREARM SMASH!
…Atty tilts backward… but stays upright!
She retaliates with a…Pankration straight right!
Kline takes it on the chin! He counters with a…
BOOT to the midsection! Atty doubles over… onto one knee.
Kline backs up into the ropes…
Setting up for a running boot!
…But Atty’s ready! She leaps into the air! Looking for a…
JUDGMENT OF PARIS!
…But Kline’s ready for Atty being ready!, catching her in the air on his shoulders!
TODD: Oh no! We saw Kline pull this on Barney Green on Warfare! The Psycho Driver!
Kline hoists Atty up for…
THE PSYCHO DRIVER!
…
But Atty drops off the back as he lifts!
And She wraps around his legs! Forcing him onto his back!
APHRODITE’S DUALITY! DEAD CENTER OF THE RING!
TODD: Wow! What a counter by Atty! She’s got Kline locked into Aphrodite’s Duality!
BAMA: Fight out, ‘Psycho’!
Solomon desperately reaches… He stretches, desperately trying to claw for the ropes!
But Atty holds him back, cranking his legs apart with all she’s got!
Kline… reaches!
DESPERATELY!
…
….
BUT THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH!
Kline taps out!
| WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEW XWF ANARCHY CHAMPION: ATARA RAVEN! |
TODD: Oh my GOD! These two waged an absolute war! Neither of these competitors may ever be the same… Solomon Kline pulled out every stop! He showed a whole new level of brutality he was willing to unleash!
But Atara Raven would not be denied! She promised Kline’s story would end in tragedy and she delivered on that promise tonight! And she is YOUR NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!
The confetti is still falling after Atara Raven’s championship win when suddenly the lights dim. The stage lights up with blue spotlights, and the new General Manager of Anarchy steps out, microphone in hand, smirk plastered on his face. His first Anarchy is in the books, and he looks damn proud of himself as he brings a microphone to his lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen… I did it! My first Anarchy. My first night in charge. And look at it—look at what Big Dick Lichter built! Gold on the waist of a champion, ratings through the roof, and a locker room trembling in respect… or fear. Either one works for me, honstely.”
He smirks, pointing to the ring where Atara holds the Anarchy Championship high.
“Atara Raven. Take a bow, sweetheart. You are the face of Anarchy now. You are the gold standard, the flagship, the ALPHA PUSSY of this brand. And ‘Big’ Dick says that with nothing but admiration, trust me. You’ve clawed your way to the top, and you did it on my night. You made my debut look legendary.”
The crowd cheers for Atara as Lichter begins pacing, enjoying his own voice more than the reaction.
“But that means something now. You carry MY title now, and that comes with the responsibility of representing my brand in the PROPER manner. You don’t just hold a belt, Atara: you hold my reputation. Every win you get makes me look bigger. Every loss you take… makes me look smaller. And if there’s one thing Big Dick Lichter can’t stand, it’s feeling small!”
He grins, pausing to let the innuendo breathe as the crowd hoots and jeers.
“Now, I know about your coming match on Warfare. I know about Centurion. I know about that shiny little X-Treme Championship. If you bring that belt back home to Anarchy, Atara: then you’ll become a hero. You’ll be Atty Two-Belts. You’ll be the savior of this show, the Alpha Pussy who proved that Anarchy’s got the biggest pair in the business!”
His expression suddenly turns darker. The smile stays, but it gets sharper.
“But if you lose? If you walk into that other locker room and let those Warfare rejects embarrass me? Well….let’s just say Big Dick Lichter doesn’t handle frustration quietly. When I get disappointed, baby, the whole building shakes. And trust me, you don’t wanna find out what happens when Big Dick gets hard to please.”
He licks his lips, adjusting his tie as he raises his microphone one last time, staring directly into the eyes of the new Anarchy champion.
“This is my show now, Atara. My brand. My Anarchy. And as long as I’m in charge, you’ll do well to remember one thing…Big Dick Lichter always finishes on top!”
He drops the mic. The crowd explodes with boos as he turns, pointing at Atara in the ring while mouthing the words ‘Don’t disappoint me’. The camera lingers on his smirk and the gold on her shoulder before the feed fades to black.
So many thanks to our
MATCH & Segment WRITERS
Liam Desmond (legit, he carried a heavy load this show- no diddy)
Kieran King (omg Da King!!!)
Pedro Principale
John Black
Twilight Arroyo
AND EVERYYONE WHO RP’D! |
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