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The Anarchy logo flashes on the screen, and the camera pans to the packed show grounds. Todd and Bama T are seated at the commentary table at ringside and are ready to kick off the show.

Todd: "Welcome, everyone, to another thrilling night of Anarchy! We've got two HUGE championship matches for you tonight, starting with our Revolution Championship match. John Black, the first-ever two time Revolution Champion, will defend the title against Matthias Syn. Syn earned this opportunity by winning a number one contendership match prior to Leap of Faith."

Bama T: "That's right, Todd, and now that John Black has reclaimed his title, he's looking to prove that he deserves to hold it, baby!"

Todd: "Indeed, but Matthias Syn is a formidable challenger who’s hungry for gold, and he's not going to make it easy for John Black!"

Bama T: "No doubt, baby!"

Todd: "AND we have an absolute fireworks show of a main event! Twelve XWF competitors, the best and brightest stars on the Anarchy roster, will enter that ring tonight… And the last one standing, without going over-the-top rope… will become Anarchy champion!"

Bama T: "That’s right, baby! And this lineup is explosive! We got former Anarchy champs like Mastermind and Mister Oz! We’ve got XWF Legends like Centurion, Madison Dyson, and Big Preesh! We got the X-Treme champ, Misty Waters! AND we’ve got hungry Anarchy upstarts lookin’ to shock the world and beat this stacked lineup! Names like Cameron Parker, Marisol Vilaro, Summer Page AND American Storm, Razor Blade and Latoya Hixx!"

Todd: "And you’re forgetting one last name, Bama!"

Bama T: “...Dick Drizzle? I intentionally didn’t mention him. My momma always said if you ain’t got nothin’ nice to say… Say it while they’re in the middle of fighting someone else.”

Todd: “No! I was talking about… The Mystery Entrant!”

The camera cuts outside a locker room door… On it is plastered a posterboard, written on it ‘MYSTERY ENTRANT.’

Todd: "Jett Sterling knows exactly when to play his Ratings trump card, Bama! So you gotta figure he’s secured someone HUGE to save it for an explosive entrance!”

Bama T: “It could be a legend who made their name on Anarchy making their glorious return! Or an all-new superstar ready to make an impact on Thursday Nights!”

Todd: “It could be anyone, folks! So, stay tuned as we try and suss out the identity of th-... Hey, what’s going on there?”

Suddenly, appearing in frame… In front of the Mystery Entrant’s locker room…

Is a gloved black hand. Its fingers wriggle mischievously in front of the camera.

Todd: “Who could this BE?”

Bama T: “Is it the mystery entrant, baby?!?”

The hand holds up a finger.

And disappears to the right.

…

……

It returns.

With a wooden chair.

Bama T: “What’s he gonna do with that chair, Toddrick?”

The hand shifts the chair…

Juuuuuuuuuuuust under the knob.

It shoves it tightly against the door.

…

The gloved hand knocks on the door!

Then delivers a thumbs-up into the camera.

Before again exiting stage right.

…

…

The knob jiggles…

But doesn’t open! Held in place by the chair against the knob!

BAM! BAM! BAM! A fist knocks against the inside of the door!

Jigglejiggle! The knob won’t turn!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Todd: “Wait, I get it! Someone just trapped the Mystery Entrant in their own locker room!”

Bama T: “But, who, baby?!? What sort of maniac would seal a man behind such an impenetrable scheme?!?”

Todd: “... I mean, impenetrable is a strong word. Couldn’t someone just move the ch-!”

Bama T: “An absolutely fool-proof effort to trap the Mystery Entrant by a truly devious maniac!”

Todd: “...Just call someone to mo-!”

Bama T: “Fans, pray for the mystery entrant! We’ll be taking a quick commercial break to contact the fire department, the world’s leading safecracker… And a priest, in case the Mystery Entrant needs to be read their last rites!”

Todd: “...Sigh.”

JOHN BLACK © - vs - SYN CITY SAINT MATTHIAS SYN XTREME RULEZ!

TODD: Bama, we’re starting off here in the killing-fields of Butler, PA in no better fashion than Xtreme!

BAMA T: You got that right, baby! XTreme Rulz for some extreme circumstances with the XWF Revolution Championship hanging in the balance!


TODD: And out marches one half of that balancing act tonight, Bama!

The opening riff of The hangman's body count by Volbeat starts to play throughout the arena as the lights dim. Several red and purple laser lights envelope the stage as Matthias Syn casually walks through the curtain.

BAMA T: Matthias Syn told everyone that he’s a man who runs toward violence, baby. He’s certainly walking toward it now, with an opportunity to punch his ticket as a champion in the XWF

As he steps onto the stage, he stops and acknowledges the crowd by stretching both arms forward while touching his balled up fists together. After several seconds he begins to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring, not allowing the fans to touch him. He slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet and poses on the ropes. As he drops down from the ropes he takes off his red leather shearling coat, hands it to the ring girl and sits on the middle turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.


TODD: Well, here comes the man he’s going to have run towards tonight, a man who is no stranger to violence- our XWF Revolution Champion- John Black!

We see the X-Tron come to life, and we see "John Black" name shot up with the .THREE8 special, and we see him at the stage in a black and white setting as he is standing there taking in the mixed reactions. Then he walks down to the ramp-

BAMA T: TALK ABOUT LIVING UP TO WHAT YOU SAID, BABY! SYN IS RUNNING AT JOHN BLACK NOW!

Before JB can even finish his entrance, Matthias Syn exits the ring and charges toward the champion. Given the Xtreme Rulez stipulation, the ref has no choice but to call for the bell as Syn meets JB with a running punch to the mouth mid way toward the ring.

JB promptly drops the Rev Championship as the two begin duking it out in the narrow entrance way between hundreds of fans roaring with approval. The two each wrap their weaker arms behind the others neck as right-handed fists pummel one anothers foreheads. Syn gets an early advantage- his punches pushing JB into the guardrail before he steps back and superkicks the champion in the neck region. JB spills over the guardrail where the XWF fans in attendance are trying to pull him up to his feet- but Syn has already climbed over the rail, and tackles JB back into the dirt, mounting the champion and bashing him in the face repeatedly. Syn stands to his feet, pulling JB up along with him, and starts guiding the wobbly Rev Champ through the crowd, even further away from the ring, carving out an entry way of his own toward the backend of the XTron and stage.

TODD: Matthis Syn said he wants to hurt everyone, Bama, and he might have his opportunity here. Anytime the XWF superstars are out amongst the fans, and away from the controlled confines of the ring, things are bound to go poorly.

BAMA T: There’s too much on the line, baby! This is Syn’s chance for his revolution, he made it clear that he didn’t think JB has been tested to this point, and now he’s ready to give JB a true test. Can you do whatever it takes to win!?

Just as the two near a larger opening in the grass between the fans, Syn ducks a counter punch from JB and dips behind him, locking around his waist, and then slamming him down on his neck with an ugly german suplex. The fans roar as Todd and Bama groan with unease into the mic.

Syn pops up to his feet, turns, and shoves a fan down by their chest, and borrows their metal folding chair. Syn lifts the chair, high above his head, LOW BLOW!!!!!!!!

JB recovers just in time to throw an uppercut into Syn’s lower region, crippling the challenger who drops the chair at his feet as he falls into the dirt. JB picks up the chair, and starts delivering to Matthis just what he was asking for- punishment, and pain. The chair swings down and cracks the challenger across the spine, Syn tries to howl out in pain, but he isn’t even given the opportunity before another chair shot smashes into his hip, and then another across the back of his head as he tries to roll away.

JB laughs and then puts the mangled chair in a somewhat seated position. He grabs the challenger up by his hair and scoop slams him on top of the chair, breaking it in two. Before even a moment has passed, JB falls onto Syn and locks in a rear naked choke. The challenger is spitting and gasping, doing everything he can to drive some separation between JB’s forearm and his throat. With the two standing now, and the submission still locked in, the ref leaps over the guardrail and is face to face with the competitors, asking Syn if he wants to submit- but the challenger spits blood from the internal bleeding into the ref's face, and thrusts backward on his feet.

The two are forced to run backward a good five feet before JB loses control and they fall over backward, breaking the submission. Matthias sucks air and grabs at his throat while JB gets back to his feet. He scrambles over to the challenger who is just now crawling on all fours, and kicks Syn in the ribs- blood spews from Syn’s mouth as he rolls over. JB is on him through, and lifts Syn up, planting him head first into the dirt with a DDT. JB covers!

TODD: This might be over already!

ONE!













































TWO!!


































NO WAY!!!

Syn kicks out with authority!

TODD: Given the level of violence, and the fierce attacks we’ve seen thus far out on the hard ground here, one might’ve thought Syn was finished there!

BAMA T: Oh believe you me, baaaaay-be, Matthias Syn still has a lot of proving here tonight.

TODD: Well, he better start proving it quickly, Bama, because right now the champion is in full control!

JB is frustrated, he picks the challenger up again, and slams him back to the ground. He too borrows a chair from an audience member now, but JB stands in it, and leaps off at Syn flying through the air with a diving elbow drop - THAT MISSES!

Syn just rolls out of the way and JB smacks the ground hard. The two wrestlers have made their way to the edge of this outdoor arena, about three hundred feet away from the ring, where the fan barricade just behind the entrance area sits on the other side of some ancillary building. Well, just not any ancillary building, it's the same building where Donald Trump’s attempted assassin fired the ear murdering bullet from its rooftop just a month ago.

Syn crawls over to the downed JB- trying to capitalize on the champion’s mistake BUT THERE'S A ROLLUP!

The savvy XWF veteran counters Syn as he tries to grab JB, and now Syn is being pinned again

ONE!




























TWO!!
























KICKOUT!!!

Syn kicks out again, and both quickly get to their feet. But it’s JB! He clotheslines Syn over the barricade and out of the official outdoor arena, and onto the property next door. Syn lands onto the concrete parking lot. And JB again, he stands on the rail and leaps off at the challenger

BUT A CHUNK OF A BROKEN CONCRETE PARKING STOP CRACKS THE CHAMPION IN THE FACE!

Amazingly, the champion was able to find the loose object just in time, and smacked JB in the face with a near discus type throw of the object. JB is flattened on the concrete, and Syn scurries over for the pinfall.

ONE!










































TWO!!







































NO WAY!!!

JB kicks out!

TODD: This is xtreme rules, partner, anything goes, and these men have been in nothing less than what can be described as a fight!

BAMA T: And neither one of them would have it any other way!

JB is wobbling, up on his knees, blood covering his face- AND EATS A SHINING WIZARD!

SYN COVERS AGAIN!!!!!


ONE!


































TWO!!















































KICKOUT AGAIN!!!

TODD: How!? WHY!? Why won’t JB stay down!

BAMA T: The champ said it himself. Being champion is a burden, a burden he wants to show the XWF that he’s willing to carry!

Syn can’t believe it- he’s gritting his teeth, pulling JB back to his feet before running him head first through a window of the building they’re fighting outside of- BUT JB TAKES THE BLOW! Covered in glass and blood, he turns back immediately and elbows the challenger in the mouth!

After JB’s instinctual counter move, both men fall to the ground. After a moment or so passes, JB starts pulling up to his feet, grabbing a hold of a steel ladder that's mounted to the building. JB starts climbing up the ladder a few rungs, but before he knows it, Matthias Syn is hot on his tail- climbing up behind him.
TODD: My god, Bama, this can’t be good. John Black and Matthias Syn are climbing up on the same roof where Donald Trump’s attempted assassin was positioned!

BAMA T: What a perfect place for one of these two to take their final shot!

TODD: Wow… how poetic.

The two stand on the rooftop, exchanging punches. Syn gets the upper hand however, and plants JB with a swinging DDT. Syn tries to take advantage, but JB is already rolling away just far enough where Syn cannot capitalize with a pinfall. Syn moves over to attack the downed JB, but the Revolution champion rises against all bodily instincts and punches Syn in the solar plexus. Syn staggers back and - BLACKA JACKA!!!!!

TODD: JB just hit his trademark Brainbuster! This one might be over!

JB covers!

ONE!








































TWO!!



































UNBELIEVABLE!!!

JB is stunned, he thought he had the challenger putaway for good. But there’s still more work to be done. JB looks around and spots the precarious predicament in which the two find themselves, just near the edge of this THREE0 foot tall building.

TODD: Oh my god, Bama! IS JB doing what- JESUS HE IS!

BAMA T: Setting Syn up for the Blacklisted! Death Valley Driver! Matthias Syn wanted this! He wanted the violence, and now he’s about to be dropped from the top of this roof into the parking lot!

JB has Syn up on his shoulders, beneath them a series of innocent parked cars. JB SHIFTS AND - AN ELBOW FROM SYN!

He cracks JB in the jaw, and ANOTHER ELBOW CONNECTS!


AND ANOTHER!


Syn lands on his feet next to the staggered champ.

He throws a haymaker at JB-


BUT THE CHAMPION DODGES UNDERNEATH!




ONLY TO BE GRABBED BACK BY THE ARM AND PULLED INTO SYN’S ARMS!

HAS JB BY THE HEAD!   

TODD: OH MY GOD!

SYNTHEORY!!!!!

A REVERSE CUTTER FROM THE ROOF!!!!

The two men fall nearly thirty feet and smash onto a parked car below.

Syn drapes an arm over JB


ONE!





























TWO!!








































THREE!!!

WINNER—AND NEW REVOLUTION CHAMPION- MATTHIAS SYN!!!

FSSSSSSSSSSSH!

A man in a welding mask uses a blowtorch to heat the knob… As Anarchy General Manager, Jett Sterling, nervously paces behind him.

The metal knob glows bright red…

The Locksmith cups a hand around his mouth, leaning up to the door!

LOCKSMITH: “Try it now!”

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Three rapid shoulder blocks from the inside of the door…

…

NO EFFECT! Despite the increased temperature to the knob, the chair remains in place.

The Locksmith scratches his head, as Sterling stops over his shoulder

LOCKSMITH: “I’ve never seen anything like this!”

The Locksmith shakes his head.

LOCKSMITH: “Whoever did THIS? Is a professional.”

Bama T: “God Bless that Locksmith! And thoughts and prayers to the Mystery Entrant! We must hope against hope that we’ll find a way to free him before he runs out of oxygen in there!”

Todd: “Somebody just needs to mo-... RUNS OUT OF OXYGEN?!?”

Sterling strokes his chin.

Jett Sterling: "Unacceptable! We need to get him out of there in time for the Battle Royal! It’s crucial!"

Todd: “Jett Sterling, clearly concerned for the sanctity of the Anarchy Title Battle Roy-”

Jett Sterling: "I already paid the deposit on this guy’s appearance fee! It’s NON-REFUNDABLE!"

The Locksmith strokes his chin thoughtfully, as he slides his blowtorch back into its sleeve…

LOCKSMITH: “Hmm… Lemme call my chair-door guy. He might’ve seen this before…”

Bama T: “Thank God Almighty! The Locksmith has a chair-door guy!”

Jett taps his foot impatiently.

Jett Sterling: "Well, how long ‘til he can be here…"

LOCKSMITH: “Maybe an hour… IF I call now.”

The Locksmith pulls out his cellphone and walks away… As Jett’s face turns redder than a bullseye.

Jett Sterling: "An hour?!? The battle royal is NEXT! I can’t promise a surprise entrance and not del-"

From off-screen… a whistle.

Sterling turns… And the camera pans off-screen…

To Mark Flynn.

Bama T: “The King of the Midcarders!”

Todd: “And Anarchy Public Enemy Number One! Flynn has spent the better part of a year calling Anarchy the B-Show! Mocking it as lesser than Warfare! Flynn was furious last month when he discovered the Anarchy champion, Sean Parker, was getting a Universal title shot and not him! What the hell is Flynn doing on Anarchy?”[/color][/size]

…Flynn kneels up to the door, eyeing the knob and chair.

Flynn: “Ooooh… Yep.”

Flynn gives the chair a flick with his finger.

Flynn: “That’s stuck BUT GOOD.”

…Flynn glances over at the Sterling.

Flynn: “Y’know who could fix this in a heartbeat?”

Sterling’s eyes widen with hope…

…

Flynn: “A chair-door guy.”

…

Flynn stands upright, rubbing his hands together.

Flynn: “SO! Your ‘Mystery Entrant’ is having performance difficulties!”

Flynn raises his eyebrows twice.

Flynn: “Happens with age.”

Flynn grins ear-to-ear.

Flynn: “So, Jett! Ol’ buddy, ol’ pal! Seems like a spot just opened up for the Anarchy Title Battle Royal…”

Jett’s teeth grit in furious anger.

Jett Sterling: "Flynn, if you’re suggesting I’d EVER have you compete for the Anarchy Title…"

Flynn gasps, putting a hand on his chest.

Flynn: “Moi?… So last minute?”

Flynn plays mock-surprise at the implied suggestion he could work a wrestling match. He reaches down into his tights...

Flynn: “I can check my datebook to see if I can pencil you in…”

Flynn rapidly flips through pages of his ‘datebook’... Which isn’t real, he’s just flipping his finger through mid-air.

Flynn: “When is this match? Five minutes from now, you said?”

…Flynn tsk-tsks.

Flynn: “I’ll have to cancel bowling with the Pope this evening… But, for you, Jetty Spaghetti?”

Flynn slams his imaginary datebook closed, smiling insidiously.

Flynn: “I’ll make it work.”

Jett sticks a finger in Flynn’s face.

Jett Sterling: "Flynn, if I find out you had ANYTHING to do with this!"

Flynn’s face contorts in shock at being accused…

He sticks his own black-gloved hand at Jett’s face!

Flynn: “You don’t have a SHRED of proof I had ANYTHING t-...”

…

Flynn and Sterling both look down at Flynn’s black-gloved hand.

…

Flynn quickly peels the glove off.

Flynn: “I was…

…

Gardening.”

Sterling crosses his arms.

Jett Sterling: "Flynn, I KNOW you’re trying to ruin the mystery entrant surprise. And If you think for ONE SECOND, I’m going to reward you for trapping Noah in his locker room, then you c-..."

…

Sterling closes his eyes… Realizing he’s misspoken.

Flynn’s face lights up like a kid at Christmas!

Flynn : “NOAH JACKSON IS THE MYSTERY ENTRANT?!?”

Flynn rubs his hands together, cackling.

Flynn: “Oooooooh, how delicious.”

Flynn sidesteps to the door, knocking on it.

Flynn: “Hey, Noah! Noah! Who am I?”

Flynn scrunches his nose and squints one eye…

Flynn: “Oi! Get outta that room, you cunt! HAHAHAH-”

WHAM! Flynn backpedals from the door after a HUGE STRIKE on the other side of it!

…

Tragically, the chair remains in place.

Flynn: “Well. Now, that the mystery entrant is revealed… That kinda kills the big surprise entrance, huh?”

Flynn tilts his head toward the camera recording this segment, as Sterling rubs his eyes furiously.

Flynn: “If only you had a guy laying around the back… Unscheduled on the card… Twiddling his thumbs… Someone that, say, BEAT Noah Jackson before.

…

Flynn: At WarGames.

…

Flynn: 2023.”

…Sterling pinches the bridge of his nose.

Jett Sterling: "Flynn, I do need a new Mystery Entrant."

…Flynn smiles like the cat that ate the canary.

…

Jett Sterling: "But, unfortunately for you…  this match is exclusive to Anarchy roster members… People that have signed a contract to compete on Thursday nights."

…Sterling sticks a finger right under Flynn’s nose.

Jett Sterling: "And if you think FOR ONE GODDAMNED SECOND I WOULD EVER HIRE YOU TO A CONTRACT, AFTER ALL YOU’VE SAID TEARING DOWN MY SHOW, YOU’RE OUTTA YOUR PEA-BRAINED LITTLE MIND! THE ONLY PLACE I WANT YOU IN MY BUILDING IS OUT WITH THE GARBAGE!"

The Thursday Night Anarchy Crowd pops at Sterling standing up to Mark Flynn.

…Flynn’s right eye twitches… His nostrils flare…

…

Then, his chest heaves… As he takes a deeeeeeeeeeep breath.

And then, smiles.

Flynn: “But you are LOOKING for a new mystery entrant?... He just needs to be… signed to Anarchy?”

…

Flynn holds up a finger, then exits stage right.

Flynn: “Uno momento, por favor.”

…

Sterling’s eyes narrow suspiciously.

Jett Sterling: "Where are YOU going?"

…

Flynn stops.

Turns around. And grins ear-to-ear.

Flynn: “Out to the garbage.”

Flynn disappears around the corner…

Sterling puts his hands on his head, mind-numbingly frustrated.

Bama T: “Sterling clearly frustrated! Not only by Mark Flynn, but that he’s down one shock surprise battle royal entrant!”

Todd: “But, despite Sterling’s claim that only Anarchy stars can compete in the Anarchy Title Battle Royal… Flynn still seems to think he has the upper hand? What’s he thinking? We’ll find out! The Anarchy Title Battle Royal is NEXT!”

CENTURION - vs - SUMMER PAGE - vs - CAMERON PARKER - vs - MR. OZ - vs - BIG PREESH - vs - RAZOR BLADE - vs - MISTY WATERS - vs - DICK DRIZZLE - vs - MADISON DYSON - vs - MARISOL VILARO - vs - MASTERMIND - vs - *MYSTERY ENTRANT* TWELVE MAN OVER THE TOP BATTLE ROYAL TO CROWN A NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!

Todd: "Welcome back, folks! We're just about to get this twelve man over the top battle royal underway to crown our new Anarchy Champion. We've had some wild events transpire before the break."

Bama T: "You ain't kiddin', baby! We found out that our mystery competitor was Noah Jackson but thanks to Mark Flynn, and one of them immovable wooden chairs against the doorknob."

Todd: "That's right, Bama, then Flynn tried to slither his way into this match, but Jett Sterling put his foot down. Only signed Anarchy competitors are allowed in this ring!"

Bama T: "And that makes you wonder, baby—what's Mark Flynn got up his sleeve?"

The bell rings, and the brawling ensues immediately. Misty Waters, makes a beeline for the ropes, clearly intending to eliminate herself. She leaps over the top rope, but Mr. Oz is quick to grab her by the back of her neck, yanking her back violently. The crowd gasps as he smashes her face into the unforgiving steel ring post once, twice, three times. Misty's body goes limp as Oz hurls her to the ringside floor.

Todd: "Misty Waters is the first to be eliminated in a brutal fashion by Mr. Oz!"

Bama T: "Misty made it clear that she wasn't in it to win it, and Oz just made sure she can't help Dyson pin it, baby!"

In the ring, the action is fast and furious. Centurion and Big Preesh exchange heavy blows in one corner while Summer Page and Marisol Vilaro form an unlikely alliance against Dick Drizzle. Razor Blade and Cameron Parker engage in a fierce back-and-forth.

Mastermind and Madison Dyson form a temporary alliance, working together to try and lift the massive Big Preesh over the top rope, but Preesh clings to the ropes.

Todd: "Preesh is in trouble, but he's holding on for dear life!"

Bama T: "It takes more than two to lift that big ol' boy, baby!"

Mr. Oz charges over and delivers a powerful boot to Mastermind, breaking up the attempt to eliminate Preesh. With a wicked grin, Oz helps Preesh regain his footing.

Todd: "Mr. Oz saves Big Preesh! Are we witnessing a BOB reunion!?"

Bama T: "Smart move, baby! Better to have a big friend than a big enemy!"

On the other side of the ring, Summer Page turns her attacks on Marisol Vilaro. She grabs Marisol by the hair and throws her into the corner, delivering a series of sharp kicks to her midsection. Summer throws Marisol who gasps for air, top the center of the ring and then climbs the ropes.

Todd: "Summer Page is looking for something big!"

As Marisol stumbles to her feet, Summer leaps off the ropes, landing a perfectly executed dropkick that sends Marisol hurling across the ring. Wasting no time, Summer lifts Marisol to her feet and hurls her towards the ropes, sending her crashing to the floor outside the ring.

Todd: "Marisol Vilaro has been eliminated by Summer Page!"

Bama T: "Summer Page showing she's got what it takes, baby!"

Madison Dyson charges at Oz, landing a series of powerful forearm strikes to his chest. Oz barely flinches, but Madison continues her assault with a flurry of kicks and punches.

Todd: "Madison Dyson is taking the fight to Mr. Oz!"

Bama T: "She's a tough cookie, baby—but Oz can take a lot of punishment!"

Oz finally reacts, grabbing Madison by the throat and lifting her off the ground. The crowd gasps, but Madison kicks him in the gut, forcing him to release her. She follows up with a Sit-out jawbreaker that sends Oz staggering back into the ropes.

Todd: "Madison Dyson with a stunning counter!"

Meanwhile, Razor Blade and Latoya Hixx double team Big Preesh, delivering synchronized kicks to his legs to weaken his base. Preesh struggles to stay upright, gripping the ropes tightly. Razor Blade and Latoya coordinate their efforts, each grabbing one of Preesh's massive legs and lifting with all their might.

Bama T: "Look at The American Storm, baby! They're workin' together to take down Big Preesh!"

With a final heave, Razor Blade and Latoya manage to lift Big Preesh over the top rope. Preesh tries to hang on, but the combined strength of The American Storm proves too much. Preesh falls to the floor and is eliminated!

Todd: "Big Preesh has been eliminated by The American Storm! What teamwork!"

Bama T: "That's right, baby! Together, they're unstoppable!"

Madison Dyson, momentarily distracted by Preesh's elimination, turns back to Oz, who is recovering in the corner. She charges at him again, but Oz counters by stepping out of the corner with a thunderous clothesline that nearly decapitates her.

Todd: "Oz with a devastating clothesline! Madison Dyson is down!"

Mr. Oz stands over the fallen Madison Dyson and doesn't notice as Centurion charges in. Centurion spins Oz around and a fierce exchange of punches ensues.

Todd: "Centurion goes right after Mr. Oz!"

Bama T: "They're throwin' bombs, baby!"

Seeing Madison is still down, Cameron Parker makes his move. He grabs her arm, trying to haul her towards the ropes. Just as he's about to toss her over, Madison twists free and uses his momentum to send him flying over the top rope instead.

Todd: "Madison Dyson turns the tables! Cameron Parker is outta here!"

Bama T: "That was slick, baby! Madison's got the moves to go along with that smokin' hot bod, baby!"

Todd: "*BARF*"

Centurion, still locked in battle with Mr. Oz, digs deep and lifts Oz up, executing his signature 1000 Miles slam. The ring shakes from the impact as Oz crashes down.

Todd: "Centurion with the 1000 Miles slam on Mr. Oz! Holy shit!"

Bama T: "He planted him, baby—but will Centurion need to call life alert to get him vertical again?"

Madison, now back on her feet, sees Latoya Hixx near the ropes. She rushes over and, with a burst of energy, clotheslines Latoya over the top rope. At the same moment, Mastermind catches Razor Blade in the Mind Sleeper and walks backwards up to the second turnbuckle. Mastermind shakes Razor wildly until he goes limp and Mastermind tosses him to the outside.

Todd: "Latoya Hixx and Razor Blade are both eliminated!"

Bama T: "We're at the halfway point, baby! Who's gonna walk away with the gold!?!"

Mastermind and Centurion lock eyes and grapple fiercely. Elsewhere, Summer Page catches Madison Dyson with Pure Perfection (Perfect Plex).

Bama T: "It's a fight to the finish, baby! Who's got the guts to go all the way?"

Centurion and Mastermind circle each other, looking for an opening. Mastermind makes the first move, lunging forward with a shoulder block that staggers Centurion. He follows up with a running bulldog.

Todd: "Mastermind with a powerful bulldog!"

Centurion quickly gets to his feet, shaking off the impact. He catches Mastermind with a standing dropkick, sending him reeling. Not letting up, Centurion hits a Saito suplex, planting Mastermind on the mat.

Bama T: "Centurion's turning the tides, baby!"

Mastermind rises, only to be met with a V Trigger from Centurion. Stunned, Mastermind stumbles back. Centurion grabs him and sets up for the 1000 Mile Slam, but Mastermind wriggles free and counters with a German suplex, sending Centurion crashing to the mat.

Todd: "What a counter by Mastermind!"

Mastermind quickly transitions, looking to lock in the Mind Controller. As he attempts to turn Centurion over into the Boston Crab, Centurion uses his leg strength to kick Mastermind away. Mastermind stumbles backward, and Centurion capitalizes with the Bloody Symphony, the Busaiku Flying Knee connecting flush.

Bama T: "He hit the Bloody Symphony! Mastermind's in trouble!"

Dazed, Mastermind tries to get back to his feet. Centurion lifts him up and executes the 1000 Mile Slam, driving him into the mat with authority. Summer Page rushes in to help Centurion lift Mastermind over the top rope. Together, they manage to toss him out of the ring.

Todd: "Centurion and Summer Page team up to eliminate Mastermind!"

Bama T: "Smart move, baby! Mastermind's outta here!"

Summer Page doesn't waste any time attempting to throw Centurion out next. Centurion, however, reverses the move, sending her flying over the top rope instead.

Todd: "Centurion eliminates Summer Page!"

Bama T: "Centurion's on fire, baby!"

As the crowd cheers, Centurion turns around, only to see Mr. Oz standing behind him. Oz grabs Centurion by the throat with one massive hand, lifting him high into the air before chokeslamming him out of the ring.

Todd: "It's down to Mr. Oz and Madison Dyson! This is going to be a brawl for the ages!"

Bama T: "Who’s got the guts to make it across the finish line, baby? Let's find out!"

Madison and Oz circle each other. Madison strikes first, delivering a quick series of kicks to Oz's legs, trying to chop down the giant. Oz absorbs the blows and lunges forward with a massive shoulder block, sending Madison to the mat. She quickly rolls to her feet.

Todd: "Madison is showing incredible resilience! She's not backing down!"

Bama T: "She's got fire in her, baby! But Oz is a beast!"

Madison dodges another charge from Oz. She bounces off the ropes and hits a flying forearm, staggering the big man. Oz shakes it off and swings a huge arm at Madison, but she ducks under and lands a standing dropkick to his knee, bringing him down to one leg.

Todd: "Madison is working smart, targeting Oz's legs!"

Oz roars in frustration and powers back up, grabbing Madison by the waist and lifting her for a back body drop. Madison counters mid-air, turning it into a bulldog that plants Oz's face into the mat. The crowd erupts as Madison climbs the ropes, preparing for a high-risk move.

Bama T: "She's going for it all, baby!"

Madison leaps off the top rope, aiming a missile dropkick at Oz. He springs up and catches her out of the air, slamming her down with a spinebuster that shakes the ring. Oz pulls Madison up by her hair, but she fights back with a flurry of open handed slaps and a well placed eye gouge. She slips out of his grasp and kicks his leg out from under him before then hitting a Step up enzugiri to his face, dazing him.

Todd: "What a kick from Madison!"

Madison hooks Oz's head and tries for a suplex. Oz blocks it and reverses, lifting her for one of his own. Madison wriggles free, lands behind him, and shoves him toward the ropes. With the final reserves of her energy, Madison charges but Oz grabs her by the throat and hoists her into the air, slamming her down with a huge chokeslam.

Bama T: "He's lookin' to finish it, baby!"

Oz locks in the mandible claw, whispering "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." as Madison struggles.

Todd: "This could be it for Madison Dyson! Oz has her in the I Failed You!"

Madison starts to fade when suddenly, a loud *POP* echoes across the field. The crowd gasps and looks around, trying to locate the source of the noise as Oz releases Madison, dropping to the mat.

Bama T: "What was that, baby? Did that noise scare Oz?"

Todd: "I... I don't know what happened., but Oz just dropped like a sack of potatoes!"

Shaking the cobwebs, Madison quickly gets to her feet. She begins pulling at Oz, who is still disoriented, in an effort to get him large frame over the ropes, but with a final burst of strength, she gets him over the top rope—where he teeters for a moment before crashing to the floor!

Todd: "Madison Dyson eliminates Mr. Oz!"

Bama T: "She's done it, baby—"







































Bama T: "—Or has she!?"

Todd: "Wait a minute! Contracted Anarchy star? Flynn was going out to the garbage... IS MICHEAL GRAVES THE NEW MYSTERY MAN!?"

Madison's face twists in frustration. She begins throwing a fit in the ring, screaming that she won and shouldn't have to face anyone else. The camera cuts to the front row, where Mark Flynn is sliding into an empty chair with a big tub of popcorn.

As Graves’ music continues to play, more popsshots ring out. The crowd gasps as Madison collapses to the mat much like Oz before her. Flynn's gnawing on popcorn like a fiend, before he catches the camera panning over him and mouths "Anarchy!" into the camera.

The camera pans to the roof of a building across the way where Michael Graves stands up, holding an AR-15. He smirks and starts climbing down a ladder, taking his sweet time.

Bama T: "What in the world!?"

The crowd is stunned as Graves slowly makes his way through them towards the ring. He climbs over the barricade and creeps up the steps, finally stepping through the ropes. As he stands over the downed Madison Dyson, gloating—she suddenly kips to her feet with blood streaming down her face.

Todd: "Madison Dyson isn't dead yet!"

With a look of pure malice stained by crimson, Madison grabs the shocked Graves and spikes him with her signature "Dead Bitch Walkin'" Cross Slam. The crowd roars as she peels Gravy up and tosses him over the top rope, where he lands on his head with a sick crack.

Todd: "Madison Dyson eliminates Micheal Graves after a failed assassination attempt! Unbelievable!"

Bama T: "She’s the last one standing, baby! We have a new champion!"

WINNER—AND NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION—MADISON DYSON!!!

The bell rings, and Madison stands tall center ring. She pumps her fist victoriously as the usually hostile crowd goes absolutely nuts for her.

The crowd hoots and hollers, as Flynn angrily tosses his popcorn bucket to the floor, crossing his arms angrily and sliding down into his seat.


Todd: "Madison Dyson has done it! She’s the new Anarchy Champion!"

Bama T: "She’s fought tooth and nail, outlasting eleven other competitors and even cheating death to come out on top! ALL HAIL THE NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION, BABY!"

The crowd continues cheering as Madison, slightly confused by the reaction, raises the Anarchy Championship high above her head and credits roll.

MATCH WRITING CREDITS: Misty Waters