OOC: ANARCHY RULES is 1 RP with a 1K WORD LIMIT unless stated otherwise. Tag Team matches require one collabo RP per team rather than two separate ones.
Hard deadline for Anarchy will be WEDNESDAY, 08-31-2022 at 11:59pm board time. Good luck!
EXPLOSIONZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!
The fans are ON THEIR FEET here in Phoenix Arizona as fireworks and pyro and dancing laser lights blast across the arena.
CamBot drones whir through the air and pinpoint various fans with their homemade signs in the audience…
GOD DAMN IT BIG PREESH!
MICHEAL GRAVES PLEASE SEND ME THOSE PICS!
I CAME TO SEE A MIND GET MASTERED!
JUST GIVE THE THUGS SOME TAG BELTS ALREADY!
As the bots swirl and descend onto the announce area, we find as always the boisterous “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane with his broadcast partner Bama T., along with the adorable Sassafras, sitting and grinning like a couple idjits.
Vinnie Lane: "WELCOME TO ANARCHY! We’ve got a jam packed show for you tonight everyone… because it is DEFINITELY THURSDAY! And that means the XWF is here to rock your faces off!!!!"
Bama: "You ain’t lyin’ boy! We got us an Anarchy Title defense lined up for our main event as Mastermind takes on Xavier Lux… but leading up to that is some great stuff too! Team MAGA taking on the X-Treme Alliance is gonna be bonkers!!"
Vinnie Lane: "Lord Raab against Soldier as well, and how about the fata four way, Bama?"
Bama: "It might not be for the X-Treme Title anymore, but Ruby, Cashe, Ozzy, and LSM are gonna go in there and tear it up, that’s for damn sure!"
Vinnie Lane: "All that PLUS our big opener up next… Tommy Wish and HGH in a KENDO STICK match! Bama, are you ready???"
Bama: "Ain’t never been no readier. Let’s friggin’ GO!"
HGH
- vs -
TOMMY WISH Kendo Stick 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 stands on the corner leaning on the corner as his theme fades off. As he waits for his opponent to come out to the ring, he grabs one of the many kendo sticks laying around the ring.
Vinnie Lane: "Tommy Wish is coming out here tonight to do some serious damage! I bet he knows all about Kendo sticks!"
Bama: "I heard he's been whipping on ladies with kendo sticks in his spare time, to prepare for this match!"
HGH walks out to the ring with a confident smile on his face and a cocky saunter to his step. HGH takes his sweet time getting to the ring, stopping every couple of feet to say something insulting and offensive to the fans in the front row. Near the bottom of the entrance ramp HGH turns to the crowd and calls a pregnant woman fat, and he ends up getting a soda cup thrown in his face!
Vinnie Lane: "HGH is getting under the skin of the crowd tonight!"
Bama: "'Getting under their skin'? Those beasts in the front row just assaulted one of your stars! You should kick that fat woman out of the show, Vinnie!"
Vinnie Lane: "I'm not going to do anything....but it looks like Tommy Wish is!"
As HGH goes back and forth with the pregnant woman, Tommy Wish slides out of the ring and charges at him with a kendo stick! HGH is in the middle of telling this woman that he's better than her, and she knows it- but he only gets halfway through his catchphrase before he's struck by a blindside attack! HGH immediately collapses onto the barrier as Tommy starts laying into him with the kendo stick repeatedly! The referee looks at the carnage and just shrugs, then he calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Vinnie Lane: "And this match is underway already! HGH hasn't even made it to the ring!"
Bama: "'Remind me to NEVER sign up for a kendo stick match, because this is crazy!"
The kendo stick suddenly breaks in half on the 9th or 10th swing. HGH's flesh bears nearly a dozen red marks, causing Tommy Wish to smile and the fans in the front row to cheer. Tommy holds up the sharpened edge of the broken kendo stick before flashing a sick grin to the crowd. Tommy reaches down and grabs HGH by the neck before he brings the broken stick down and presses it into HGH's forehead! Tommy Wish drags the edged stick across HGH's face, drawing waves of blood! Sweet red ichor squirts out of HGH's face and into the front row.
Vinnie Lane: "This is getting brutal!"
Bama: "'You booked it! What did you expect to happen?!"
Vinnie Lane: "Well....this!"
HGH falls to the ground with a blood red mask as Tommy Wish throws the kendo stick into the crowd as some sort of sick souvenir. Tommy Wish looks down at the weakened HGH and smiles, before turning around and heading back to the ring.
Bama: "'Now what's Tommy doing?!"
Vinnie Lane: "He's probably going to the ring, to wait for HGH!"
Tommy Wish stops just short of the ring and pulls up the ringside apron. He pulls out about three or four kendo sticks, which have all been duct taped together. Tommy blows a kiss to his weapon of choice before letting the ringside apron fall back in place. Wish then swings the duct taped multi-kendo stick over his shoulder and starts walking back towards HGH.
Bama: "'HGH! LOOK OUT!"
Vinnie Lane: "This is going to be ugly!"
The crowd is firmly chanting Tommy's name as the tweener-style character walks up to the bleeding HGH with nasty intent. Tommy lifts the kendo stick clusterfucker over his head and prepares to bring it down onto HGH, but before he can there is a.....
LOW BLOW BY HGH!
Tommy Wish drops his weapon as his face goes deathly pale. Tommy's hands drop to his groin as he drops to the ground in pain. The bleeding mess that is HGH slowly picks himself up with the help of the ringside barrier before he grabs Tommy Wish by the hair. The much bigger HGH exhales deeply before lifting Tommy up on his shoulders and fireman's carrying him over to the ring. HGH drops Tommy onto the ringside apron before he starts hammering Tommy with repeated elbows to the head. The fourth elbow to the face busts Tommy Wish wide open, and causes Tommy to roll into the ring for protection!
Vinnie Lane: "They having matching masks of red! Neither man can say they walked away from this match without a struggle!"
Bama: "'This is getting downright nasty!"
HGH slides into the ring behind Tommy Wish. As Tommy Wish struggles to push himself up to his hands and feet, HGH grabs a nearby kendo stick. HGH, the hulking man that he his, walks up to Tommy and slaps the kendo stick over his back, breaking the board in two on the first swing! Tommy Wish drops down to the mat, deflated from the back-breaking blow. HGH then gets on top of Tommy Wish's back and begins raking his eyes. As Tommy Wish cries in pain, HGH screams out that he's better than Tommy, and Tommy should know it! Both men drip blood from their faces, creating a mixed pool of fluid on the mat beneath them.
Bama: "'He might rip Tommy's eyes out!"
Vinnie Lane: "I hope not, because I will NOT pay for that medical care!"
The blood on Tommy's face eventually forces HGH's hands to slip, and this gives Tommy a brief moment of respite. Undeterred, HGH stands up and screams something rageful into the air before he walks back to Tommy Wish and picks him up. HGH headbutts Tommy in the face, exchanging blood with him, before he sets Tommy Wish into position for rolling cutter. Then, HGH drops Wish to the mat with his trademark move: THE INJECTION SHOT! HGH makes the cover and the referee starts counting the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!
Winner by Pinfall - HGH
Bama: "'What a win for HGH! Tommy Wish AND the crowd gave HGH hell, and he was able to overcome!"
HGH slowly lifts himself to a standing position, leaking blood from his face all over the mat. The referee raises his hand in victory before HGH struggles to leave the ring, unable to walk clearly after all the bloodshed and sweat equity he invested in this match.
Vinnie Lane: "Tommy Wish gave him everything he could, and somehow HGH was able to handle it and walk away the winner! HGH is showing everyone that he's not just a pretty face with mic skills: he's a bonafide X-TREME wrestler!"
ALEX BLADE
- vs -
SAVANNAH KNIGHTLEY Singles
NO CONTEST - FANS GO HOME SAD
Vinnie Lane: "Well that sucks! I guess Savannah Knightley hates singles matches too!"
THE X-TREME ALLIANCE
MICHEAL GRAVES & BARNEY GREEN
- vs - TEAM MAGA
BOOTS LICHTER & O. BAY T-LAW Tornado Tag Team
The arena falls dark.
...
PURPLE and GREEN lasers blind the fuck out of the crowd and those lucky enough to shield their eyes are deafened by AC/DC's Christian rock cover band AD/BC with their version of "If You Want Blood (It's the Blood of Christ)."
The Xtreme Alliance stroll out onto the ramp, Barney Green leads the group throwing up the devil horns, to the ire of the Christian band, he is flanked by NO Darren Dangerous who isn't performing tonight, to the ire of Gator who sat in the front row of tonight's show hoping to see Darren fight, and lastly, Michael Graves enters the arena waving an American flag as he makes his way down to the ring.
Bama: "Gravy showing some rare American pride tonight in Phoenix!"
Vinnie is distracted looking off to the side.
Vinnie Lane: "... Gator looks sad."
The pair get to the ring, Graves rolling under the bottom rope with the flag in his grasp as Barney makes his way up the steps and climbs the top turnbuckle raising his arms, hyping up the crowd. The lasers thankfully die down as well as the music as the arena lights return and Graves waves the flag in the air proudly before throwing it down on the ground, every American in the world gasps in shock and horror, everyone else is unaffected. Graves spits on the flag receiving a chorus of boos from 92% of the audience and gives it the finger before pointing to Barney on the top rope who dives off and splashes the American flag and begins dry humping it!
Bama: "What a disgusting display! Vinnie! You gonna allow this baby!?"
Vinnie Lane: "Barney looks like the goo inside the most patriotic lava lamp right now, and I ain't standing for it!"
As Vinnie stands up to stop this hideous display a siren sounds around the arena and hundreds of people have mixed feelings about cheering.
"Holla if You Hear Me" plays and O. Bay T-Law and Boots Lichter power walk out from the back pointing fingers at the XTreme Alliance; Green stops his thrusting and stands to his feet as Graves begs his opponents to enter. The Moral Army of Godly Americans screams absurdities as they approach the ring and slide in. T-Law takes the American flag and holds it close to his body while Lichter pushes a finger towards Graves, spittle flying from his lips as he barks at The Dark Warrior. T-Law respectfully places the flag aside and gives it a salute before turning back into the fist of Barney Green! Lichter looks to the side seeing his partner being attacked and Graves takes advantage placing a voodoo curse on Lichter! And the voodoo curse was a punch to the jaw! Spooky.
Team MAGA refuses to go down and open up with fists of their own! As all four men begin to trade blows the ref calls for the starting bell.
DING! DING! DING!!!
A full-out fist fight forms with Team MAGA slowly gaining the advantage and the all-American duo beat back the Alliance and their backs hit the ropes; while winding back for powerful strikes, Team MAGA leave themselves briefly open and The XTreme Alliance takes advantage countering with synchronized poison mist!
Green spews from Graves's putrid mouth into the eyes of Lichter as the Green Monster releases a glob of dip into the face of T-Law! MAGA reel back shielding their faces and Alliance spring into action, Graves knocking Lichter down with a hellish clothesline and Green delivers a cheap shot with a throat punch.
Bama: “Intelligent Diversion from Barney leaves T-Law hacking up a lung!”
Vinnie Lane: “Almost feel bad for him, breathing in Barney’s tobacco and having your throat collapse on you. Almost feel bad.”
Graves runs forward and leaps dropping an elbow onto Lichter and immediately covers into a tight pin as Green looms upon T-Law! The ref slides in!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT AT 2!
Lichter rolls out of the pin and gets quickly to his feet, Green’s advance is halted as T-Law lands a wild elbow against one of Barney’s chins all the while wiping the dip of his face which coats his hand. Graves meets Lichter and throws a punch that is barely blocked, Lichter seething with rage through puffy red eyes and delivers a gut punch to Graves who is knocked by the blow. Meanwhile, T-Law takes his dip-covered hand and shoves it into Green’s maw for revenge.
Vinnie Lane: “You idiot T-Law! That will only fuel him!”
Green grabs T-Law’s arm as his one good eye grows wide but T-Law pushes his fingers down on the inside of Green’s mouth turning the revenge into a mandible claw! And for an extra taste of salt, T-Law takes pepper spray from his belt and sprays it into Barney’s face! Muffled cries of agony come from the bigger man!
Bama: “WOAH! Illegal move, baby! What’s the ref doing not calling out the use of a foreign weapon!”
Vinnie Lane: “Hey dude, they used poison mist and rancid dip first! Plus, O. Bay is an officer of the law and Barney is resisting arrest here… Why am I defending these guys?”
Bama: “You're just doing your job, boss, I getcha.”
Vinnie Lane: “ACAB.”
Barney looks like he’s going to submit as he goes to his knees but in a brilliant maneuver, he stops the stream of pepper spray affecting him by moving his eyepatch to his one good eye! Sadly, way too late and he may still tap! Lichter has taken advantage, abusing Graves's recent injuries from his match against Raion Kido and grabbing The Dark Warrior in a sleeper hold, forcing Graves to watch as his teammate is in sheer pain all the while shouting in Graves’s ear about how he had this coming and America!
Michael Graves growls in rage, his legs buckling underneath him but uses the anger and throws his head back into Lichter and busting his nose, Michael follows it up with a rough back elbow causing Lichter to fall through the ropes and hit the arpon. Graves then rushes T. Law and spears him to the ground! Graves doesn’t relent as T. Law turns the pepper spray onto him, Michael Graves simply breathes that shit in! And unleashes brutal haymakers into T. Law’s dome, each strike causing T. Law’s body to grow limp. Graves screams at the top of his lungs.
“Stop resisting!”
Gravy lifts both his arms, his hands clasped together in a double axe handle.
“STOP RESISTING!!!”
Before driving his fists down onto T-Law’s face! Destroying T-Law’s nose which explodes in a stream of blood! Graves breaths heavily and straddles the officer and pins his arms to the ground looking to the ref who begins to count!
1!
2!!
THR-NO!
BROKEN UP BY BOOTS LICHTER!
A nasty kick to the back of Graves’s head stops the attempt; and Lichter grabs Graves by the belt and collar before spinning him around and throwing him through the ropes to the outside! Graves hits the barricade and begins cradling his neck. Lichter checks on his partner, slapping his cheek and telling him to walk it off before turning his attention to a blind and stumbling Barney Green, Lichter rushes in and…
Bama: “THIS IS NOT A SUPERKICK!”
The superkick connects to Green’s jaw who drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes and Lichter crawls for the cover!
1!
2!!
THRE-NO!
GRAVES GETS A HAND ON LICHTER’S ANKLE!
From the outside, Graves pulls Lichter out of the ring to the outside! Graves cradles his neck as Boots Lichter growls in anger and goes to strike but Graves sprays red mist from his mouth!
The crowd goes wild!
Bama: “How much poison mist can Graves fit in his mouth!?”
Vinnie Lane: “He refueled on T-Law’s pepper spray!”
Lichter screams in agony as his face is on fire (metaphorically) and Graves goes for the killing blow!
Vinnie Lane: ”GRAVE CONSEQUENCES!!!”
Graves catches Lichter into the Razor’s Edge and aims to the barricade.
Bama: “AND LICHTER IS SENT INTO THE CROWD!”
Lichter crashes through roaring fans and onto the concrete!
Graves breaths heavy and rubs his neck again, sneering at the crowd as he turns back to the ring. He slides in as T-Law begins to stir, as Graves reaches T-Law he places a hand on him to turn him around and in a last-ditch attempt to save face, T-Law smoothly places handcuffs onto Graves!
Michael Graves looks confused at the cuffs before punching his bloodied opponent in the face and dragging him to the corner, forcing him up the turnbuckle and picking him up as the crowd go wild.
Bama: ”CRADLE 2 THE GRAVE!!!”
Graves with the Moonsault Fallaway Slam, still handcuffed to T-Law, lands with an earth-shattering thud and transitions into the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
Winners via Pinfall - Micheal Graves & Barney Green
THE X-TREME ALLIANCE
Graves kneels up in victory, lifting T-Law along with him as AD/BC plays something close to The XTreme Alliance theme.
Vinnie Lane: “Michael Graves comes in with a gnarly win after going to war with Raion Kido just the night before! Plus imagine the jetlag dude!”
Bama: “Team MAGA put up a fight, but their defensive wall wasn’t enough to stop The XTreme Alliance. Gravy is alive and kicking ass, baby.”
In a room with no conversations being heard. No noises of any kind present. You find Jason Cashe sitting in a folding chair. His back to the door of the locker room, his eyes averted towards an off white wall as empty as the day it was built. Adding a layer of light to the room, the XWF camera moved around to the front of him. He notices the recording and the right corner of his mouth grins, it seems quite forced.
Jason Cashe: "They say that the World is ours but in truth, nothing is ever close to perfect."
There wasn't his typical sense of humor to his voice. He didn't place eyes to the camera but back to the wall. He was in a zone and it wasn't a high from weed that had him there.
Jason Cashe: "In truth? Most in XWF won't see this. The latest drama aside, most will say that Anarchy is the B Show. It's why people like LSM, Xavier Lux, Ruby and many others make so many appearances on Savage and Warfare. I get it! Exposure to be seen, to be heard.. It's nice!
But it's not for me.
I am talkative on twitter. I poke, giggle and yeah, I've achieved as Ruby stated that 'Blocked and Reported' status many times over. Some hate, others dislike and few co-sign but what stays true to me in ALL that? I come but one way, me."
Letting his tongue push against the cheek of his face, you can see it move around just above his beard. Sucking air through his teeth as if he just ate and had some food stuck, he continues.
Jason Cashe: "See now, it's a whole new world! You have your departures from this company and in that window comes opportunity to fill a role. Yet right now? For the foreseeable future? The role I wish to fill is on this roster.. Anarchy."
Sniffing the air as he sat backstage waiting for his own bell time, Cashe was taking a deep inhale through his nostrils.
Jason Cashe: "You smell that? It is the winds of change and maybe a little gas.."
He measures his index and thumb to show about an inch or for reference, a pinch.
Jason Cashe: "Taco Tuesdays talked back a bit."
There had to be some source of humor right?
Jason Cashe: "People want my number? People want to talk about Potential falling flat or how they beat me in a Tag Match and claim dominance because of it? Fine. I can be the Villain to your Heroes, I will be the David in your Goliath. I will be the rope break in your submission game.. I will be the headache to your masterful mind or the anti venom if you're feeling a little stricken.
Like on Twitter, I will be what YOU want me to be for you. I am a Strong R word, fine. I'll bring back the short bus. I am hated like a man who's name sounds like Shame. I can live with that if it makes you most comfortable. I will live and thrive in dysfunction because that is my function and I am comfortable in that.."
Pushing to his feet from the chair, he was ready to go. Ring gear applied, one leg of his custom sweats rolled up. An OG style, youngins ain't know nothing bout that.
Jason Cashe: "I'm done playing clean up with trash like Elijah. I took Three Big Ls but I didn't lose a belt before a big match on some 24/7 boooshit either so, eat a LONG dick bitch because tonight we break bread! Tonight we measure our dicks out there and win or lose? I'm putting Anarchy on MY back and the rest of you are about to become passengers.. Ain't no Goats, Kings, Lions, Boats or Hoes up in here.. Just some premonition on some shit that's about to go down, take witness."
Throwing back a thumb, signaling for the cameras to leave. Cashe sits back down and continues staring at the wall just as he was found to kick things off.
UNKNOWN SOLDIER
- vs -
LORD RAAB X-Treme Rules
Monster by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain wearing his green and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Green Disease German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and green mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start.
Vinnie Lane: "Lord Raab is one of the toughest wrestlers we have on Anarchy, but he's up for a real challenge tonight against Unknown Soldier!"
Bama: "Dang, baby, you ain't wrong! Soldier is a former Anarchy champ, a former Uni champ, a former tag champ, even a former X-treme champ and-"
Vinnie Lane: "Soldier has won A LOT of belts in this company, and a lot of matches, too! Lord Raab is going to have to crack a few especially tough eggs to make his diseased green omelets tonight!"
Bama: "What the hell does that mean?"
Vinnie Lane: "Raab knows!"
"Hail Satan" by Crucifyre blares over the Anarcho-Tron system"
Unknown Soldier prays to SATAN! in the middle of the ring while a red pentagram traces him from above in the rafters. The red disco lights tracing the pentagram around Soldier continues to encircle him constantly in a counter clockwise motion. While standing in the center of this pentagram of glowing lights, he kneels and touches both his shoulders and forehead as a sign of the Unholy trinity. In the name of the Liar, the Sinner, and the great father and lord of all that is Evil! Soldier then gets up and strokes his penis exactly 666 times getting faster and faster as the lights around him speed up in pace as well. He always wrestles with a full on raging erection for not only the increase in testosterone, but also as a scare tactic to the heterosexual male(s) or prude female bitch(es) he may be wrestling at the time.
Vinnie Lane: "Soldier is a historic talent here in the XWF...but does he really need to pray to Satan before EVERY match? Either way, he needs to get his head out of the underworld and into this match if he wants to keep up his winning ways!"
Bama: "It's pronounced: SATAN!"
DING! DING! DING!
The referee calls for the bell and we are off to the races. As the two men charge into the center of the squared circle it is clear that Lord Raab has an immense size advantage. Raab only stands a few inches taller than Soldier, but he looks to have about twice the gravitational pull. As Soldiers charges in, Raab wraps his bulging biceps around Soldier's back and picks the smaller man up in a ferocious bearhug! Soldier tries squirming out of the hold, but like a child holding a kitten, Raab is just squeezing him far too tightly for him to escape!
Soldier squirms and squirms to no avail, and soon his face is starting to go paler than his make up! The former Anarchy champion is struggling to breath, but then he figures out a different approach that bears more fruit! Soldier spits some purple fluid into Raab's eyes, forcing the big man to release him! Raab turns away and places his hands over his eyes, allowing Soldier the opportunity to dropkick him in the back of the head! The force of the kick sends Raab flying between the ropes, to the outside of the ring!
Vinnie Lane: "And Unknown Soldier turns the momentum back around!"
Bama: "Lord Raab came out of the gate hot, but Soldier has so many tricks up his sleeve you can never be prepared for them all!"
Lord Raab picks himself up to his feet outside the ring, but he is still rubbing that mysterious purple fluid out of his eyes. When Lord Raab finally gets his eyesight back, he can see that Unknown Soldier is flying over the top rope and outside the ring with a SUICIDE DIVE!
It is a SUICIDE dive indeed, as Lord Raab moves out of the way just in time to avoid cushioning the fall! Soldier dives headfirst into the ringside barrier, scrambling his brains and leaving him knocked out cold! Raab sees Soldier fall and can't help but laugh- but after letting loose a few chuckles, Raab starts sporting a sick grin. Lord Raab lifts up the ringside apron and grabs a table out from under the ring. Lord Raab pulls the table out and slides it in the ring before sliding in the ring himself.
Vinnie Lane: "Now what does Raab have in mind here...."
Bama: "I don't know, but I don't think leaving your opponent to their own devices outside the ring is a smart move!"
Lord Raab starts setting up the table in the middle of the ring. He has a bit of trouble getting the legs of the table to stand upright, but after some time he's able to place the table perfectly in the middle of the squared circle.
Vinnie Lane: "Lord Raab sure is taking his sweet time...."
Bama: "Setting up tables is hard! Especially if your vision is blocked by the mask you're wearing!"
Lord Raab clasps his hands together to celebrate a job well done before turning back around to look for Unknown Soldier....except Raab doesn't see him. His opponent's whereabouts are unknown. Lord Raab looks around in confusion for any sight of Soldier.
Vinnie Lane: "Wait, where did Unknown Soldier go?! He better not be skipping out on work in the middle of a match!"
Bama: "Wait- there he is! On the turnbuckle!"
The camera pans over to Unknown Soldier, who is suddenly sitting atop the top rope of a turnbuckle. In his hands he holds a ball of literal barbed wire, with his bleeding hands all meshed in it. Soldier grins like a psychopath as he starts rubbing the ball of barbed wire across his face, drawing immense blood. Lord Raab, meanwhile, is still looking around for Soldier.
Vinnie Lane: "Raab doesn't know where Soldier is!"
Bama: "And he has that ball of barbed-wire! What he hell even is that thing, how do you even make one of those?!"
Suddenly Unknown Soldier calls out something incredibly offensive to his opponent to draw their attention. When Lord Raab looks over, Soldier starts making out with the barbed wire ball. Raab looks a bit confused, and that's when Soldier rips part of his lips off by throwing the barbed wire ball right at Lord Raab's face! Lord Raab catches it with his hands (and face), forcing him to step back a bit. Confused and in sudden pain with a bunch of barbed wire sticking to him, Lord Raab screams out bloody murder as Unknown Soldier laughs like a madman on the turnbuckle.
Vinnie Lane: "Unknown Soldier told me he was going to ball out this week, but I never expected this!"
Bama: "He's such a weirdo freak! He might even be freakier and weirder than Raab! This match is a FREAKSHOW!"
Lord Raab is finally able to rip the barbed wire off of his face. Pieces of Raab's mask appear to be missing after the barbed wire kerfluffle. Bloody and enraged, Raab throws the barbed wire ball into the crowd, causing a few folks to shriek in panic as they're hit with it!
Vinnie Lane: "WHY IS THE CROWD ALWAYS GETTING COLLATERAL DAMAGE?!?!"
Unknown Soldier laughs in mockery as he rises up tall and prepares to leave the top rope. Lord Raab turns back around just in time to stare Soldier down as he leaps off the turnbuckle and executes a shooting star press....
BUT LORD RAAB CATCHES SOLDIER MIDAIR! Lord Raab grabs Soldier by the neck in the middle of his flippy bullshit, and the hulking disease machine lifts Soldier back into the air from whence he came! Soldier kicks out with his feet, but it's useless, he can't do anything to stop Raab from CHOKESLAMMING HIM THROUGH THE TABLE!
Vinnie Lane: "CHOKeINATOR! CHOKeINATOR! I never thought I'd see this happen!"
Bama: "Raab just put Soldier through the fucking table! This is insane! I don't think anyone predicted this!"
Soldier's body goes straight through the table before landing on the mat in a thunderous crash. Lord Raab lets out a loud roar and bangs on his chest before he looks down at Unknown Soldier in disgust. Lord Raab places a boot on Soldier's chest and orders the referee to begin counting!
1!
The bloody mess of an Unknown Soldier lay still on the mat amidst the wreckage of the table.
2!!
Raab's big boot holds firmly on Soldier's chest, preventing his lungs from drawing in any air.
3!!!
Winner by Pinfall - Lord Raab!
Lord Raab takes his foot off of the slumbering soldier as the referee rushes to raise his hand in victory.
Vinnie Lane: "This is incredible! What a huge win for Lord Raab tonight! This is sure to catapult him up in the rankings!"
Bama: "He just beat one of the XWF's greatest wrestlers of ALL TIME! Lord Raab pulled off the underdog upset, and now the sky is the limit for him!"
Vinnie Lane: "Now Bama, this next match was supposed to be groundbreaking… we recently changed the requirements for the X-Treme Champion, which led to a title defense being booked here tonight in a fatal four way… unfortunately, Latina Submission Machina then LOST the title before tonight! These poor fans don’t get to see the belt get defended!"
Bama: "That’s the nature of a 24/7 defense, baby, but it sure would have been nice to see that strap on the line!"
LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA
- vs -
BIG MONEY OSWALD
- vs -
RUBY
- vs -
JASON CASHE One Fall
As soon as LSM's theme music hits the speakers the lights go dim as the crowd starts cheering for their favorita luchadora. As the bass bumps through the arena the crowd chants along to the slightly modified music. A spectacle of green and red pyrotechnics shoot up twenty five feet in the air from their base on the entrance platform. A complimentary arrangement of pyro shoots up through the four turnbuckles of the ring.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
A green, a red, and a white spotlight shine down from the rafters, randomly perusing through the rambunctious crowd as they await their X-treme Champion. After a few seconds all three of the spotlights are directed towards the entrance tunnel.
Who's this?
Latina Submission Machina pops out onto the illuminated entrance ramp alongside an additional burst of multicolor fireworks. The crowd pops hard for the champion as she holds the belt up high over her head.
MACH-IN-A! MACH-IN-A!
Announcer: Weighing 145 pounds and standing at 5 foot seven inches tall, fighting out of Ciudad Juárez, she is your reigning XWF X-treme Champion....she is LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA!
The luchadora bounces around just outside the tunnel before holding the X-treme championship belt up at eye level and staring into it's center plate with a satisfied smirk. LSM flips her hair to the side before she tosses the belt atop her shoulder. With a big belt on one shoulder and a big chip on the other, LSM starts walking down the ramp amidst thunderous applause. The multicolored spotlights follow LSM every step of the way. The champion briefly pauses to give out a few high fives and to take a few courtesy photos with the front-row fans.
When she finally hits the squared circle Latina Submission Machina slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. LSM hands her championship belt over to the referee for safekeeping before she starts pumping up the crowd to cheer louder. Moments later Latina Submission Machina quickly breaks away and starts running the ropes of the ring, testing out the squared circle and getting a feel for it's qualities. Once she's content with it's fitness, the luchadora grabs a hold of the ropes and comes to a controlled halt. She turns to the referee and tells them she's ready to go. The luchadora heads to the corner as instructed and begins reveling in the applause of her fans as she blows many kisses out to the crowd.
Vinnie Lane: "And here’s the lady who should be defending a major title here tonight… Bama, can you BELIEVE we live in a world where the number two guy in the XWF is BIG PREESH?"
Bama: "It is absolutely unreal… I heard LSM has been swimming in a bottle of tequila ever since. It’s got to be the most embarrassing thing to happen since you dropped the Uni to Scully.!"
Vinnie Lane: "Rude!"
His music hits, soon the ramp opens up and slowly Oswald begins to rise. His ornate cane planted in the platform, dressed to the nines like always. The crowd starting to chant "MAY-HEM! MAY-HEM! MAY-HEM! MAY-HEM! " Once he was equal to the stage, he flung open his arms to form a t, letting out a loud roar, before grinning as he steps forward, making his way as he slowly unbuttons his suit jacket, his tie, his dress shirt, and unbuttoning the Billion Dollar Championship belt, handing it, his clothes, and the cane, to one of his servants as it appears as he takes his stance to get ready to face off against his opponent.
Vinnie Lane: "Ozzy is a wrecking ball, Bama, he is going to really be a huge factor in this match. He weighs as much as his three opponents combined!"
Bama: “He’s a big boy that’s for sure, Vinnie. And he’s angry!"
The hymn-like hum vibrates through the area before Lauren Hill soundfully brings in the chorus. Jason Cashe comes out from the back with Josslynn Spencer holding his hand. His eyes are covered by sunglasses. Looking around the arena at the live audience, his eyes stay hidden behind the shades. Taking a long drag off an air joint, Cashe howls up into the sky, a few fans howl with him. Josslynn gives him a 'good game' slap to the butt and they head down to the ring.
ANNOUNCER: From Houston, Tejas by way of Decatur, Georgia.. A truly Troubled One they call DiOGee.. Jaaaassoooon! CAAAASHE!!
Stopping as the aisle turns to ringside, Cashe drags a foot creating an imaginary line. This is the line where when passed, the talking stops. Giving Josslynn a kiss, she heads around the ring as Cashe steps into a jog, leaping up on the apron onto his left knee. He stands, ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Taking off the sunglasses as he enters, he rushes across the ring and launches them deep into the crowd. Growling a roar to the live audience, showing he was ready to scrap.
Vinnie Lane: "Tonight was Cashe’s chosen moment to grab the X title - he called it like Babe Ruth pointing out his homer. But that chance was taken from him and he is none too pleased about it!"
Bama: "Would you be happy about it? The man was the odds on favorite to walk out of here as champion!"
POP!!!!
Ruby shoots out of a trap door in the stage and goes ten feet high before landing in a full superhero pose like Black Widow showing up to take on Ultron.
She dances to her theme music and leads the crowd in a singalong to the chorus as she marches to the ring with her chin hed up high, brimming with confidence and HEROIC SPIRIT,
Vinnie Lane: "Bama, the Hero of Anarchy was probably going to gain the biggest opportunity tonight if the X-Title came to town… she is EXCLUSIVE to the blue brand and almost never shows up anywhere else! This was her big break!"
Bama: "Maybe so, Vinnie, but those were long odds anyway… she ain’t the only former champion in this match, but she ain’t nothin’ to sneeze at neither!"
With everyone in the ring, the official calls for the match to start!
DING! DING! DING!!!
The ref calls for the bell, but none of the wrestlers hear it, because the crowd is just too darn loud! The audience seems torn and divided, with different sections of the arena rooting for different wrestlers in the ring! None the less, Oswald gets tired of just waiting around and decides to start the match off himself by charging at LSM! LSM is looking at the ref and waiting for the signal, so she gets clotheslined outside of the ring by the rampaging Ozzy!
Vinnie Lane: "Oswald is off to the hot start!"
Bama: "He’s the biggest man in the ring, baby, and he’s throwing that weight around like a pro!"
Oswald’s sudden flash of violence causes Cashe and Ruby to realize this X-treme rules match has started, and Jason runs right at Ruby with every intent to snuff her out again! But as Cashe nears Ruby, she brings his momentum to a sudden halt with a spinning gutkick! Jason gets the wind knocked out of him as he is forced to take a few sudden steps back…right into Oswald’s massive mitts! The big man lifts Jason Cashe up and throws him over the top rope with a belly-to-back suplex! Cashe lands outside the ring on his head, with a sickening crack!
Vinnie Lane: "Cashe is going to feel that tomorrow!"
Bama: "And the day after that, baby! That was a nasty fall!!"
Ruby locks eyes with Oswald, who just grins at her like a nasty man with bad intent.
Bama: "These two have made it known that they don’t like each other!"
Vinnie Lane: "Oswald and Ruby, opposites in size and temperment, facing off in the center of the ring! Anarchy doesn't get more classic than this!"
Oswald charges towards Ruby and tries to grab a hold of her, but The OG of PG rolls out of his grasp before rising to her feet, delivering a kick to the back of Ozzy’s shin in the middle of the process! Oswald hunches over slightly, but he quickly shakes the pain off and aims a big right hand at Ruby’s head! Once again, however, the Super Dear’O is able to duck it! Ruby sprints towards the ropes and bounces off of them before she leaves her feet and hits Oswald with a running crossbody block….but Oswald catches Ruby in midair!
Vinnie Lane: "Oswald caught her!"
Bama: "Uh oh, this won’t be good for Ruby! He has her right where he wants her!”
Oswald laughs to himself before he lifts Ruby up high in the air and starts walking around the ring, showing off his supreme strength. Ruby tries to kick and squirm her way out of this compromising position, but it’s no use, the big man simply has her in too tight of a grip!
Vinnie Lane: “I don’t think Ruby could get out of that if she tried!"
Bama: "And baby, she sure is trying!"
Meanwhile, outside the ring, we see Jason Cashe finally coming to his senses as he leans against a guardrail and rubs a big bump on the back of his head. The fans around Jason Cashe all start screaming in excitement, and he doesn’t realize until too light that the Latina Submission Machina is charging right at him with a steel chair! Cashe takes an unprotected chair shot to the skull that drops him down to one knee.
Vinnie Lane: "A STEEL CHAIR SHOT OUT OF NOWHERE! We’re seeing a different, meaner LSM tonight!"
Bama: "I swear to God you say that every time she’s on Anarchy, Vinnie!”
LSM grabs a hold of the steel chair again, only this time before she raises it over her head she looks out to the audience and starts talking that fuego caca. The former X-treme champion starts riling up her fans while getting into it with her detractors in the audience.
Vinnie Lane: "LSM is losing focus on the task at hand! She’s playing to the crowd too much!"
Bama: "That’s just what stars do, Vinnie! You’d understand if you were ever a real pro wrestling star!”
Vinnie Lane: "....."
Eventually LSM gets a big grin on her face as she builds up her confidence with the fans, but when she looks back to the ground Jason Cashe is gone!
LSM turns around, only to see that Jason Cashe has recovered from the chairshot. Jason Cashe hits LSM with a bell clap around her ears, causing her to drop the steel chair on her own foot! LSM yelps in pain, but that only causes Cashe to smile as he backhand slaps the spit out of her mouth!
Vinnie Lane: "Jason Cashe caught her off guard, but only because she let her guard down! She usually knows better!"
Bama: "LSM’s been mentally fucked up ever since Preesh assaulted her with his groin in the 24/7 halls!”
Vinnie Lane: "Uggggh…"
Back in the ring, Oswald has finally gotten tired of holding Ruby up high in the air. He sees the commotion with LSM and Cashe happening outside the ring, and he decides to throw Ruby over the top rope and right into the middle of it! Ruby lands on top of Cashe and LSM, so all three take a nasty tumble to the ground!
Oswald uses these moments in the ring by himself to gloat, flexing at the audience while taunting his downed opponents outside the ring. The crowd starts to boo Oswald for his obvious shit-heelery, and after he’s generated enough heat Oswald decides to step between the ropes and hop out of the ring.
Oswald approaches his first downed opponent, Jason Cashe, and delivers a nasty stomp to the back of his already bruised head. Then, Oswald walks over to Ruby before lifting her up to her feet by her mask. Oswald then headbutts Ruby before grabbing her by the throat and throwing her over the ringside barrier, into the front row of the crowd!
Oswald flexes on the crowd, gaining even more boos for his actions. He turns around to deal with his last opponent. He reaches down to grab LSM by the hair, only to be hit in the groin with a LOW BLOW!
Vinnie Lane: "A low blow from LSM! That might be the first time she’s ever done a low blow on Anarchy!"
Bama: "She’s finally learning how to wrestle an X-treme rules match!”
Oswald’s face immediately cringes as his hands go down to his yeehoos. LSM quickly slides up to her feet, uppercutting Oswald on her way up, forcing him back against the ringside apron! LSM rushes towards Oswald before pushing his hulking body back into the ring with every bit of strength she has. Eventually Oswald’s body gives way and rolls into the ring a bit, with him laying on his back and clutching his groin.
Bama: "Oh no baby, she has something big planned for the big man! This is going to be violent!”
LSM lifts up the ringside apron and pulls another steel chair out from beneath the ring before she climbs a turnbuckle with it.
Vinnie Lane: "What’s she doing with that chair?!"
Bama: "Something X-treme!”
LSM looks down at a groaning Oswald as she holds the chair against her chest and rests her feet on the top ropes. LSM sighs and does that little catholic crossing finger over heart thing before she leaves her feet and flips around in the air, holding onto the chair the whole time. She flips her body around in a 360 before crashing down atop the chair, and atop Oswald’s chest!
MOONSAULT DIVE WITH THE CHAIR!
Vinnie Lane: "WWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH DUDE!"
Bama: "I didn’t even know LSM could do that!”
Neither LSM nor Oswald can hide the pain after that big aerial move, but only LSM is able to hook a leg for the pin! The referee starts the count!
1!
2!!
3-NO! JASON CASHE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND BREAKS IT UP!
Vinnie Lane: "Jason Cashe sneaks into the ring and breaks up the pin just in time!"
Oswald rolls over towards the other side of the ring as Jason Cashe hops atop LSM and starts beating the ever living hell out of her. She tries to raise her forearms up defensively, but Cashe’s hammering fists pound right through them! LSM’s pretty face gets quickly bruised and battered as a couple of cuts begin to open up above her eyelids. The referee looks uncomfortable, but it’s X-treme rules, so he can’t do anything to check Cashe’s rage!
Bama: "Jason Cashe waited outside the ring, and he picked his shots- and he’s picking right now! He’s picking on LSM!!”
Vinnie Lane: "This isn’t looking good for the former X-treme champion!"
Jason Cashe finally stops battering on LSM once her face looks all sorts of bloody. Jason Cashe smiles to the camera before wiping his finger in LSM’s blood and sticking it in her ear in some sort of disgusting wet willy! LSM squirms around beneath Jason Cashe as his finger enters her!
Vinnie Lane: “GROSS!”
Eventually LSM is able to push the barbarian off of her, but when she gets up to her feet he grabs a hold of her again, only to kick her in the gut and bring her back to the mat with a SADriver! LSM looks pretty well spent as Cashe flips her over and makes the pinfall attempt!
1!
2!!
3-NO! Ruby leaps off the top rope out of nowhere, breaking up the pin with a crazy looking frog splash!
Bama: "The banana-lime mamarama won’t let the match end like this! She needs this win, and she’ll do anything to get it!”
LSM rolls over to the side of the ring opposite Oswald as Ruby and Cashe both pull themselves up to their feet.
Vinnie Lane: "RUBY CUTTER ON CASHE!!!"
Bama: "Vinnie look! It's the X-Treme Champion Big Preesh here to rub it in!"
At the top of the ramp, Big Preesh makes his way towards the ring while holding the XWF X-Treme Championship high in the air.
AND SNEAKING UP BEHIND HIM IS DARREN DANGEROUS!!!
Darren sets down a car battery, hooks two jumper cables to the posts, then attaches the other ends of the cables to the legs of a steel chair!!!
Darren slips on a pair of heavy rubber gloves (safety first) and then grabs the chair and BLASTS Big Preesh with it!
Preesh goes stiff like a board and then quivers as he hits the concrete. The X belt slides away as Dangerous hops on top of Preesh! A referee runs out from the back...
1!
2!!
BROKEN UP BY LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA!?!?!?!?!?
Bama: "WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN HAPPENING NOW???"
Latina Submission Machina just knocked Darren Dangerous PLUM OUT with a corkscrew legdrop off the top rope to the back of his head!
LSM COVERS PREESH!!!!
1!
2!!
BIG MONEY OSWALD CLOBBERS LSM WITH THE RING STEPS!!!!
Oswald flings LSM into the ring and starts to follow her back in.... but then decides to cover Big Preesh instead!!!!
1!
2!!
BIG PREESH KICKS OUT!!!!!
RUBY IN THE ROUGH ON LSM!!!! She makes the cover!!!
1!
2!!
Jason Cashe leaps toward the pin...
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Winner by Pinfall - Ruby
Big Preesh looks around at all the people drooling over his belt and he hightails it out of the arena. Darren Dangerous, Big Money Oswald, and even Jason Cashe all run after him!
Vinnie Lane: "What a bizarre way for this match to end up... but I guess at the end of the day, we DID see the X-Treme Title defended on Anarchy!"
Bama: "More importantly, Vinnie, the Super Dear-O has a pretty strong claim to make that SHE should be the X-Treme Champion!"
Vinnie Lane: "You know what Bama... you're right!"
Vinnie Lane: “Hoooh baby, it’s time for our main event - Anarchy title on the line, all chips on the table, you know you gotta love it!”
Bama: “Hey, hey, boss, you ain’t wrong! High stakes, high rewards for Venom here!”
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of Disturbed's 'The Infection'. After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there sporting his finest black and green gear, looking around at the XWF crowd most of whom boo him loudly after his recent actions. He shakes his head in disappointment and instead focuses on those that do cheer loudly, and even try to fight the boos with a brief “Venom! Venom!” chant. He smirks before making his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Once he gets to ringside, he hops on the apron, wiping his boots showing his respect to the canvas where he is about to practice his craft. He then gets inside and makes his way to the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and again just looks around at the crowd who is now giving him a mix reaction. He acknowledges a fan here and there who is showing him support before hopping down from the ring; he checks in with the ref and then gets ready for the match as his music dies down.
Vinnie Lane: “Y’know, gotta hand it to ole’ Venom. He’s been trying to scratch and claw for this chance, and he’s finally got it! I can’t really show favoritism from here, though, since… like… commentary booth and all, but I wouldn’t be too mad if he walks away here!”
Bama: “You think he can do it? Beat Mastermind?”
Vinnie Lane: “Oh, shhh! His theme is starting up!”
A figure is seen walking out from the back wearing a black hooded sweatshirt on. The hood was over his head so he couldn't be seen, and his head was looking down.
He stood in a stance. And as a white light appeared on his front, he unzipped his sweatshirt and showed the front of the t-shirt:
As it continued he turned around and took off his hooded sweatshirt and revealed the back of the t-shirt which read:
He turned back around and stood in a pose as the white light bathed on him to reveal: MASTERMIND
He then smirks as he walks all the way to the ring, with the Misfits Manager Antony The Jerk, walking not far behind. Followed by Melanie 'Crayzee' Childs and Kris 'The Hammer' Von Bonn.
Vinnie Lane: “Sorry about that dude, you know I love these entrance themes! Music’s still kinda in my soul and what not… so, what were you saying?”
Bama: “...The match, dawg? How do you think it’s gonna go down?”
Vinnie’s face lights up in realization over on the commentary booth as Mastermind continues walking down to the ring, the Misfits in tow.
Vinnie Lane: “Oh, right! Well, I’ve been in the ring with Mastermind my fair share of times. The dude knows what he’s doing. He’s probably one of the best when it comes to sheer ring IQ - sure, he’s a little lovably awkward on the mic, but make that same assumption about him in between the ropes, and he’ll twist you like a pretzel! Good ole’ Venom can’t really afford to make that mistake here, especially considering what he said leading up to this. Most of all though, he’s gonna have to deal with the Misfits at ringside to-”
Before Lane can finish, however, as the Misfits descend to the bottom of the ramp, Mastermind stretches out his arms to have the group stay. They stand behind now, offering a distant support, each of them giving their own show of support for their leader.
Bama: “Or not, it looks like…”
Vinnie Lane: “Huh. How about that? Guess what Venom said this week about trying to outsmart Mastermind really struck a chord with him…”
Mastermind steps into the ring, surrendering the title to referee Lawanda Sass who holds the belt up high into the air. She takes a minute to check over both competitors, looking over them for weapons… Satisfied, she looks over to ring the bell!
DING! DING! DING!!!
The two men are patient with each other to start, circling around the ring. Coming to the ring, Mastermind appears to be offering a collar-and-elbow tie-up to Xavier. He hesitates for a moment… before taking him up on it!
Bama: “Man! I didn’t think Venom was gonna take Mastermind up on that!”
Vinnie Lane: “You and me both, dude! Though I think he’s trying a different approach for this match…”
The two struggle for position, trying to use their strength to get the upper hand. Mastermind manages to use his experience in grappling to his advantage, managing to lock Xavier in a tight side headlock. Xavier doesn’t let the advantage last long though, moving forward and pressing Mastermind up on the ropes.
Vinnie Lane: “That’s some good use of Venom’s weight! He may be giving up height, but he’s got twenty-five pounds on Mastermind! Way to get good positioning and try to break that up!”
Lawanda Sass wastes no time, looking to count both men out to break the contact up. She doesn’t get too far before Mastermind releases, leaving Xavier’s head positioned on Mastermind’s chest, his hands nearby. Lawanda beckons for Xavier to get off of Mastermind, and slowly, the two separate…
…only for Xavier to catch Mastermind with AN OPEN-PALMED SLAP THAT KNOCKS HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD!
Bama: “Hooooh man! That’s one way to try and get inside Mastermind’s head!”
Vinnie Lane: “Yeah… something tells me MM’s not gonna take kindly to someone trying to master his mind now…”
And of course, MASTERMIND WASTES NO TIME SHOVING XAVIER BACK BY THE FACE! But one of his fingers trails along as he does so-
Vinnie Lane: “Look, look, look! You could’ve seen him slipping a thumb right into his eye there! Shifty tricks on display!”
Xavier backs up into the middle of the ring, holding his face as Lawanda Sass checks up on him. He can barely be seen telling the ref about his eye, which prompts her to draw her ire to Mastermind! The champ innocently holds his hands up, mouthing to her something along the lines of “accident” as the Misfits on the outside chant for their leader!
Bama: “MM’s gonna need to be careful, man! ‘Sass’ may be in her name, but she don’t take none of that!”
Vinnie Lane: “If nothing else, I’d say we’re about even on the whole ‘mind mastery’ bit…”
Xavier manages to blink enough and regains his full vision, cracking out his neck as he does so. The two sides circle again, and this time it’s Xavier calling for the lock-up? Mastermind goes to move in… only for Xavier to dart in and give him a firm ARM DRAG!
Mastermind looks to be getting back on his feet quickly, darting again at Xavier, only for Xavier to try and go for a hip toss! Oh! But Mastermind adjusts himself to step in front of Xavier and tries to hip toss HIM now! BUT HE BLOCKS WITH THE LEG! Mastermind turns around to face Xavier again - only for Xavier to complete the hip toss!
Vinnie Lane: “That’s more like what we all expected from him! Venom’s looking like he’s in the driver’s seat right about now!”
Mastermind is trying to get onto his feet. Xavier sees him trying to do so, and quickly darts off the ropes for a running elbow! Xavier comes in - COUNTER STANDING DROPKICK BY MASTERMIND! Venom is stunned on his feet, allowing Mastermind to go behind him - GERMAN SUPLEX!
Bama: “And right when you think he might be too far on the back foot, there he is, man! Venom’s got a long way to go if he’s gonna try to outsmart the man!”
Vinnie Lane: “You’re right, there! But oh man, is he gonna try, at least… it’s like a chess match in there. Makes me wish I knew how to play…”
Xavier manages to huff out in pain, staggering over to the corner as Mastermind has him locked in his sights! He darts in - RUNNING SPEAR INTO THE CORNER NEARLY BREAKS XAVIER IN TWO! The challenger buckles to his knees, crawling out into the middle of the ring. The Misfits continue showing their support, and Mastermind nods in affirmation towards them.
He looks back to Xavier, who’s again managing to bring himself back onto his feet in the middle of the ring. Mastermind nods, before trying to dart in - ENZUIGIRI COMING IN! BUT VENOM DUCKS AND MASTERMIND CRASHES AND BURNS!
Vinnie Lane: “Yeaaaaaaah… something tells me Mastermind just went and pissed him off by trying to go for the kick there. Bama, you’ve seen this dude’s kicks, they’re like weapons of mass destruction!”
Bama: “Shieeet, you don’t need to tell me twice!”
Venom raises his arms, sizing up his own target now as Mastermind gets onto one knee. He turns around, flipping - PELE KICK ONTO THE KNEELING MASTERMIND! MM gets knocked right on his head, being driven into the mat!
Xavier kips right up to his feet, feeling the energy coursing through his body! He nods, psyching himself up as he’s in the driver’s seat now, but before he can go too far, he turns his head to see…
Vinnie Lane: “Well, how about that? Looks like what I said earlier about the Misfits is coming true after all…”
Bama: “Wonder why they waited so long to just step in here…”
Vinnie Lane: “If I were to guess, dude? Mastermind’s trying to one-up him on his own. But then, I guess the outside help is just another weapon he has when it comes to the whole… y’know… ‘mastering people’s minds’ bit.”
Xavier sneers at the sight of the Misfits as they surround the ring, and it’s clear Lawanda Sass isn’t taking too kindly to their presence either. She gives them a stern warning, but they appear to just take it in stride. Turning around though, Venom notices Mastermind fighting to get back onto his feet, situated now on one leg. Venom gears himself up, straightening his leg - SHOOT KICK -
Vinnie Lane: “Woah - holy crap! Mastermind just caught that big kick, and he’s trying to turn him around so he can lock in that Mind Sleeper!”
Bama: “I’m not sure if the fans are loving that, or hating that with the amount of love lost between these sides…”
Mastermind manages to shove Venom around to take his back! He wastes no time locking in his arms - MIND SLEEPER! MIND SLEEPER! The Sleeper Hold’s locked in tight! Venom’s flailing his arms, trying to get free, but Mastermind has the hold snug!
Bama: “Yeah, good luck tryin’ to break that grip! That’s tighter than my right shoulder after a good ole’-”
Vinnie Lane: “Hey, wait! Xavier’s not out of it yet, dude!”
Xavier’s still able to move his legs, at least! He’s trying to kick and move and get his way to the ring ropes, but Mastermind is trying his best to use his height to keep the challenger grounded in the ring! He’s trying to bring Xavier down to the mat…
…ONLY FOR VENOM TO RUN FORWARD AND TRY SLINGSHOTTING MASTERMIND THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! HE BARELY HOLDS ON AS THE MISFITS LOOK FLABBERGASTED! They’re trying to have Mastermind stay in this as Xavier goes in-
SHOOT KICK TO THE SKULL! Mastermind is about to get dropped on the spot from that harsh blow, but it looks like he’s somehow barely holding on! Before he can even say anything though - A HURRICANRANA BRINGS HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING!
Xavier Lux sends Mastermind crashing into a corner with a whip, then flies after him looking for the Toxin! But when he leaps for the drop kick to the face, Melanie 'Crayzee' Childs yanks MM out of harms way! Then she seems to stick something in his hand as Lux hit the empty turnbuckles and lands on his head.
Vinnie Lane: “Mastermind just got a huge assist from Childs! Did she hand him something?”
Bama: “It sure looked like it to me!”
Mastermind shakes off the cobwebs and waits as Lux stumbles to his feet, gripping the back of his head. He hit the canvas pretty hard after missing the big kick...
MASTERMIND SINKS IN THE MIND SLEEPER!!!
AND HE'S GOT A CLOTH OVER LUX'S MOUTH AND NOSE!!!
Xavier Lux struggles and flails but his limbs quickly go limp and his eyes roll into the back of his head. A few moments later the official lifts one of his wrists and sees that he's completely lifeless, then calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Winner by Submission and STILL Anarchy Champion - MASTERMIND
Vinnie Lane: “I can't believe it! Mastermind must have used some chloroform or something to KO Xavier Lux!”
Bama: “That's exactly what happened, Vinnie! Venom had him dead to rights but that MISFIT cheated to win! I LOVE IT!”
Vinnie Lane: “Well that's all we have got for you tonight, but I'd say it was another GREAT showing for the Blue Team!”
Bama: “Fantastic from start to finish... even that match that got cut for time was probaby awesome... nobody can prove it wasn't!”
Vinnie Lane: “We'll see everyone next time when ANARCHY comes to town! Goodnight!!”
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