While the fans enjoy the A show on the night of the show, the work that goes into producing it actually starts days before. This time, in Oklahoma City. The Jim Norick Arena looms in the distance, surrounded by the buzzing of cicadas and the squeal of air brakes as several black big rigs approach. XWF production trucks roll in like an invading army, with one very loud voice already barking out orders.

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: Well, that doesn’t look right.

FROM RIDING TO RODEO 08 - 21 - 2025 LIVE! FROM THE… JIM NORICK ARENA(?) OKLAHOMA CITY, OKLAHOMA

Chaos reigns. Sirens are wailing, but off in the distance. Seemingly blocks away. The hollowed-out arena looms silently overhead, dominating the landscape before him. It’s clear that this building is one stiff breeze away from toppling over. Unfortunately, it very much is the arena at which Anarchy is supposed to take place in a few days.

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: Stars has lost his mind. Oh well.

Joey Wheel-and-Dealer turns toward the crew and starts flailing around in his oversized staff jacket like a man trying to conduct an orchestra with a broom handle.

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: Let’s move it, people! We’ve got a show to produce. XWF doesn’t run on excuses, it runs on the hard work and tireless dedication of the Sisyphus of the Xtreme - the thankless behind-the-scenes crew, which is us! All week every week! You know the drill-

Suddenly, a distant BOOM echoes. Then another. The ground shakes underfoot. Crew members stop what they’re doing. Joey blinks, confused, just as a low rumble overtakes the parking lot.


Implosion charges hidden in the Jim Norick Arena detonate in perfect sequence. Before anyone can react, the entire arena collapses like a house of cards, swallowed in a cloud of dust and debris.

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: …Oh, son of a-

The dust cloud envelops Joey completely.

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: …Jimmy.

He stumbles out of it, covered in gray soot, coughing and wheezing. His sunglasses are cracked. His headset dangles off one ear. He looks around at the stunned crew.

TRUCK DRIVER: You okay boss?

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: Was that-

Wheel-and-Dealer turns around, to see the crater and pile of rubble where the Jim Norrick arena used to be. He slowly turns back to the crew.

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: (long pause) Well l’ll be a son of a biscuit. In all my years- Heh. That hobbling weasel really did try to kill us.

TRUCK DRIVER: So, what are we going to do?

Joey throws his clipboard down into the dust at his feet.

JOEY WHEEL-AND-DEALER: There’s only one thing we can do.

TRUCK DRIVER: Which is?

FROM RIDING TO RODEO RUBBLE 08 - 21 - 2025 LIVE! FROM WHAT’S LEFT OF THE JIM NORICK ARENA! OKLAHOMA CITY, OKLAHOMA SUMMER PAGE - vs - LATOYA HIXX Singles REGGIE ESTRADA - vs - JC KEETON Singles MARISOL VILARO - vs - INQUISITION Singles CELESTINE GALE - vs - SIR LIONEL PENNYFARTHING Singles Anarchy Tag-Team #1 Contendership Matthias Syn & Charlie Nickles - vs - The Money Titans Thias Watts & Mr. Oz Tag-Team Match Atara Raven - vs - Preston Vanderlay Esquire - vs - (Revolution #1 Contender) XXXVI Triple Threat Match CO-MAIN Dolly Waters © - vs - "Allegedly" Micheal Graves © Plus - XWF Legend Centurion will be sitting at ringside as the timekeeper and enforcer (as needed)! Non-Title Singles w/Special Guest ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS © (Knuckles & Bourbon) - vs - THE TRIBE (Collins & Kline) Tag-Team Match

Plumes of Blue and White pyrotechnics shoot out from tubes around the makeshift entry ramp and mark the start of our show! On this strange occasion, the XWF has taken over the pile of rubble that used to be the Jim Norick Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma for a highly dubious edition of Thursday Night ANARCHY. Thousands of fans pour noise into this crater, some already clutching fresh merch and plastic cups, others still filling in from the dusty parking lot. Even still, there are hundreds, nay, millions more who are watching and x-streaming live from their homes.

As the last sparks fizzle, “Lithium” by Nirvana hits the speakers, officially welcoming XWF fans to the latest chapter of their favorite syndicated full-contact wrestling show, the one and only A-Show.


TODD: I’ll never not have my blood pumping after hearing our opening theme. Which we all need now more than ever, cause our arena is missing.

BAMA: Crank it, baby. Nothing gets you right like Nirvana rattlin’ the rubble. We’re gonna do this one way or the other. The XWF cannot be stopped!

The Anarchy announce team is at ringside, set for a long night. With “Lithium” still pounding, the cameras sweep across the ocean of faces from every section, catching homemade signs and day-one shirts. Oklahoma City is ready, and the memory of Sturgis still hangs in the air like gasoline. The hard cam cuts through the glow of phones and the shimmer of belts as the noise crests and breaks.

DOLLY FEVER NEVER ENDS

ALL HAIL THE TRIBE

THE JIM NORICK ARENA - “ALLEGEDLY”

VILARO VICTORY TOUR

JC KEETON RISES

OKC BELIEVES IN XXXVI

PENNYFARTHING FOR PM

MAKE INQUISITION TAP

ATARA IS MY 24/7 CHAMPION

WHEEL-AND-DEALER IS THE TRUE GM!

TODD: Two weeks ago Sturgis gave us carnage and clarity. Marisol Vilaro took the New Rider match and rode out with the keys. Preston Vanderlay Esquire stole one on a technicality when Regan Vale did his dirty work. XXXVI landed from the heavens with The Teeth of God and stunned Mr. Oz in the circle of bikes. Celestine Gale buried Inquisition until it was bodies under bikes, then signed her art with a crescent. And Aiden Collins survived the biker chain and touched all four corners to edge out Atara Raven.

BAMA: That scrapyard fight was one of my all-time favorites. But all-in-all, it was a banger of a show.

The camera settles on the desk. Todd adjusts his tie, Bama leans forward with a grin.

TODD: Before we run tonight down, quick housekeeping. Jimmy Stars is still suspended without pay. But somehow, someway… even being suspended, Jimmy still fucked this show up.

BAMA: Ehh. He can keep not showin’ up, too. We’re going to work it out, as we always do!

TODD: Now, here is what Oklahoma City is getting tonight. We start with Summer Page vs. Latoya Hixx. Power against precision, pride on the line after that bar fight chaos in Sturgis.

BAMA: Then Reggie Estrada vs. JC Keeton. Reggie throws hands like he owes himself money. Keeton has been stacking momentum. Somebody is leaving with a bigger lane toward Relentless.

TODD: Marisol Vilaro vs. Inquisition follows. Vilaro just cashed in a statement win, Inquisition just crawled out from under steel. Clash of aura, clash of game plans.

BAMA: After that, Celestine Gale vs. Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing. Gale is a walking séance. Lionel is a gentleman bruiser who likes to turn a phrase and a jaw. Don’t blink during this one, folks.

TODD: Tag mayhem next. Syn and Charlie team up against The Money Titans: Thias, and Oz. Two teams, one ring, a lot of receipts to collect after the Knuckle Saloon.

BAMA: Then a wild one. Atara Raven vs. Preston Vanderlay Esquire vs. XXXVI. Atara brings footwork and fire. PVE brings lawyers and loopholes. XXXVI brings flight plans. One of these three superstars are going to emerge from the Jim Norick crater tonight!

TODD: The co-main is a non-title showcase. Dolly Waters vs. “Allegedly” Micheal Graves, with Centurion sitting it out as the special guest timekeeper. Dolly is always two moves ahead. Graves is always two stories deep. Eyes on the clock, eyes on the stakes, and all eyes now firmly on Relentless.

BAMA: And your main event, belts up high. TK and BB defend the Anarchy Tag Team Championships against The Tribe. The Bastards swaggered into Sturgis and stirred the hornet’s nest. They’ve been the dominant tag team on our brand, and well, throughout XWF’s history. Can the Tribe change that here tonight?

The shot widens. Fans clap in rhythm. A kid on the rail bangs the barricade in time with the music. A handheld passes over a row of grinning faces and fresh foam fingers.

TODD: Seven matches, one former arena that sounds like a jet engine, and a straight shot into the home stretch toward Relentless. Every win tonight matters. Every mistake becomes a highlight or a headline.

BAMA: Saddle up, Oklahoma. Anarchy is live, and the fuse is lit!

TODD: Don’t say that. We’ve had enough fuses lit in the Jim Norick recently. The only fuse I want to light now is the one attached to Jimmy Stars.

BAMA: Hey, my bad Toddy! Just because we all had to bring our own chairs, doesn’t mean we can’t bring our own fun, too!




S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder.

TODD: It is truly a treat to have Summer Page here on Thursday nights! Always one of the highlights of Anarchy!

BAMA: She’s been dominant, no doubt, Toddy! Especially over her opponent!

TODD: It’s true! Summer and Latoya have wrestled multiple times across multiple companies, as Summer covered in her promo… And Summer’s come out on top every time! But any given night…

BAMA: Any given Thursday! Summer’s one of the best ever to grace Anarchy… But can Latoya get on the scoreboard tonight!

Summer turns her attention to inside the ring where she motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer walks over to the closest ring corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.

…




TODD: …Lengthy entrance, huh, Bama?

BAMA: I looked at the production budget for Latoya’s entrances…

TODD: And?

BAMA: It’s more than the referee’s salary.



TODD: Quite an entrance from Latoya Hixx! We’ve seen Latoya dominate some weeks… and struggle others!

BAMA: No doubt, Toddy! Latoya’s a goddamned OX of a woman. She can overpower anyone on the roster… But, in the ring… Something doesn’t click.

TODD: A lack of experience? Or maybe excess bravado? Either way, Latoya has the physical power and clearly the discipline building her body to succeed in the wrestling world! And it only takes one match to turn everything around.

BAMA: And if she could score a win over Summer Page tonight? It’d send her stock SKYROCKETING!


…

Summer Page lifts her chin, lips curling into a smirk as she struts forward, arms loose at her sides, radiating entitlement and confidence. She raises one hand, wagging her fingers dismissively at Latoya like she’s daring her to try something.

Latoya snarls, eyes wide with pride wounded, pounding her chest with both fists She stomps forward, lowering her shoulders, challenging Summer head-on.

BAMA: Oh! Latoya ain’t waiting! Someone ring the bell!

The official, surprised by Latoya’s charge, decides to roll with it!

DING DING!

SUMMER PAGE - vs - LATOYA HIXX Singles

Summer, smirk never leaving her face, circles to Latoya’s side and feints a lock-up, but then darts behind with sharp footwork, cinching a waistlock.

TODD: Latoya’s opening gambit, countered quickly by Summer Page1

BAMA: Summer’s got YEARS of experience in the game! It ain’t her first rodeo, so she won’t get thrown by a bull charging her!

Latoya grits her teeth, face turning red with effort as she spreads her legs wide to block the takedown, hands clawing at Summer’s wrists. She jerks her arms, trying to break free, but Summer clings tight, pressing her cheek against Latoya’s back, calculating her next move.

Summer suddenly drops her hips low, rolling Latoya into a quick schoolgirl pin!

TODD: Summer going for a new record in beating Latoya!

BAMA: The quickest victory in Anarchy history?!?

ONE!

TW-Latoya kicks out!

TODD: Not this time! Latoya just too strong to get caught that easily!

BAMA: S’all mindgames, Toddy! Page making it clear Latoya’ strength ain’t worth a damn in the ring with a more technically-skilled grappler like Summer!

Page rolls off to her feet. Her eyes sparkle with arrogance, as though she’s just toying with her opponent.

Latoya’s eyes widen in shock—humiliation flashing across her face as she sits up on her knees, pounding the mat with her fist, shouting in anger.

TODD: Think you’re right, Bama! Summer’s deliberately getting under Latoya’s skin.

BAMA: It’s a risky strategy tho, Toddrick! Latoya’s too strong to be toyed with like this. Summer’s pokin’ a hornet’s nest.

Summer, rising smoothly, brushes invisible dust off her gear, her smirk growing wider at Latoya’s frustration. She raises her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra, playing to the crowd, basking in their reaction.

Latoya’s eyes burn with fury! She steamrolls forward with a wild swing…

CLOTHESLINE!

…Nope! Summer ducks under effortlessly, her eyes darting like a chess player seeing three moves ahead.

She spins on her heel, Latoya’s eyes widen ins shock… as Page grabs Latoya’s arm, and snaps her into a crisp…

ARM DRAG!

Page kips up immediately, wagging her finger as if scolding a child.

TODD: Wow! Page is looking confident!

BAMA: Sometimes you know you got somebody’s number! Page is putting a clinic on with Latoya Hixx!

TODD: It’s impressive… Until Page slips and Hixx catches her on the wrong foot!

Latoya sits up from the mat, her face a mix of shock and rage, shaking her head like she can’t believe she’s being thrown around. She slaps the mat and rises fast, charging again.

…BIG BOOT!

…No go!

Summer sidesteps again, grabs a headlock, and wrenches down with precision. Her jaw clenches, eyes narrowed, making it clear she’s tightening the noose.

Latoya’s face twists as she stomps around, trying to shove Summer off. Latoya’s teeth grit, nostrils flaring with frustration at being grounded.

Hixx shoves Summer into the ropes, but Summer uses the rebound momentum to swing back with a sharp…

SHOULDER TACKLE!

…

Ehhhhhh, that’s not happening.

Summer bounces off Latoya—who doesn’t budge an inch.

TODD: …Miscalculation by Miss Page there! She might have too much confidence against Hixx if she thinks she can bowl over the strongest woman on Anarchy!

Summer’s eyes flicker with annoyance, lips pursed in frustration. She tries again, running the ropes.

SHOULDER BLOCK!

Same result—Latoya stands tall, smirking now, her chest puffing with pride.

…Page, confidence challenged, rubs her shoulder realizing it’s a little sore after that second attempt.

TODD: That’s the power of Latoya Hixx—like running into a brick wall!

Latoya grins ear-to-ear, roaring and flexing… Before surging forward to grapple Page!

But Summer side-steps, gripping Latoya’s wrist and twisting it into a smooth wristlock.

BAMA: There we go! Summer’s back in the driver’s seat with that technical flair!

Latoya winces, face twisted in pain, hopping on one leg as Summer torques the arm. Her mouth hangs open in disbelief—she thought she had the advantage.

Summer yanks the arm down into a…

ARM DDT!

Hixx grips her wrist, shaking out her arm as her funny bone twinges with pain… But, Summer rolls through, holding the front facelock, and neatly converting onto a chinlock, her smile sharp, her eyes glaring down like a predator with prey.

BAMA: Ya gotta imagine how tough this is for Hixx… She keeps facing off with Page… but the gulf between their abilities only seems to increase!

TODD: Almost no one is more dedicated to upping their game week-to-week than Summer Page!

Latoya grimaces, teeth gnashing, clawing at Summer’s arms, but the frustration builds. Her face flushes red—she’s not used to being outmaneuvered like this.

Summer wrenches tighter, nodding her head as though instructing the referee to “just ask her.”

…The official glances, asking if Latoya wants to subm-

Latoya suddenly lets out a primal yell, forcing herself up to her knees! Her eyes blaze with fury, veins standing out in her neck!

TODD: Uh oh! I think Latoya’s PISSED OFF!

She throws back elbows HARD!

ONCE!


TWICE! Catching Summer in the RIBS!

Summer stumbles back, eyes wide in surprise, clutching her ribs. For the first time her smug veneer cracks.

TODD: Oh my! Hixx connects with some vicious elbows!

BAMA: And Summer looks hurt!

Latoya seizes the moment, her face twisting with determination. She lunges forward, scoops Summer up across her chest with a sudden surge of raw power…

MONSTER FALLAWAY SLAM!

TODD: Whoa! Latoya Hixx with the power game, and just like that, momentum shifts!
BAMA: Not just momentum, Toddy! That move could put anyone away! Could Hixx actually steal this one?!?

Latoya staggers to her feet after the Fallaway Slam, eyes wide, chest heaving. For the first time all match, she looks confident, her lips curling into a hopeful grin. She throws her arms wide, motioning for Summer to rise, shouting, “Get up!” The crowd roars in anticipation.

Summer groans, pushing up on her elbows… as if the oxygen was driven out of her with those elbow strikes…

TODD: Oh man! Summer might not know where she is!

BAMA: This would be the upset of the century!

Latoya stomps her foot, eyes blazing, and charges with her leg cocked high…

BICYCLE KICK!

…

NO!

At the last possible instant, Summer ducks to the side! Hixx skids past, having put everything she had in that kick, her feet are off balance.

As easily as taking a book off a shelf, Page wraps Latoya in a tight front facelock. Summer’s cocky smirk returns, as she raises an arm for the crowd!

TODD: Page’s got Hixx hooked—Pure Perfection incoming!

Summer kicks a leg up for max impact!

PURE PERFEC-

…NO!

With a burst of raw power, Latoya bellows and hauls Summer off her feet, clutching her tight against her chest.

BEAR HUG!

TODD: Bear Hug! Hixx has her signature Bear Hug in the center of the ring! Page is nowhere near the ropes!

BAMA: …Oh my God! This could be hit!

Latoya’s jaw drops open in a wild, hopeful roar! Hixx clamps down, every muscle in her arms flexing, her eyes screaming “TAP OUT! TAP OUT!”

Summer gasps, face twisting in agony as the air squeezes from her lungs. Her eyes flicker—panic flashing!

The official asks Summer if she’s giving up…

Summer’s arm shakes!

BAMA: NO WAY!

Page grimaces, then snakes her arm up around Latoya’s skull, jaw tight with determination…

TODD: Summer’s fading fast! Latoya’s got her dead to rights!

Bama: SQUEEZE, Latoya! Finish it!

…Summer…

SUMMER!

…

Summer…



Straightens her body in the air, legs snapping upward like a gymnast!

TODD: …whoa, never seen this before!

Page’s eyes sharpen into focus as she whips her weight forward, gripping Latoya by the skull!

And spikes Latoya’s head straight into the mat!

1999! (Impaler DDT)

TODD: WOW! What a maneuver!

BAMA: With that impact, Latoya’s face might have left an imprint on the mat!

Latoya’s body goes limp, her face blank with shock as she flops to the canvas.

Summer rolls through smoothly, pressing her chest down tight, hooking the leg with one hand and raising the other like royalty already basking in her coronation.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER: SUMMER PAGE!

The bell rings.

Summer sits up, hair wild, lips curling into a victorious smirk. She pats her chest like she’s dusting herself off, looking down at Latoya with disdain.

TODD: Latoya Hixx was so close—she had Summer Page in deep trouble, but the veteran instincts came out at the last second.

BAMA: Was a close call, Todd! But the record remains Page - 100%, Hixx - 0%. Not a stain on Hixx’s talent… That’s just how good Summer Page is. What a match!




The smoke fills up with gray on the stage, as the arena lights flickers. Then once we see "The Rebellious One" on the X-Tron, then we hear the boom bap of 1999 on the the X-Tron itself. Then we see Reggie coming onto the stage with his hoodie on, and he shadow boxes infront of the camera and talkin smack as he walked down, then he gives the fans on the ramp some dap as he went to the ring. Then he simply sildes into it, and got up and taunted to the crowd with his fist up as his theme fades out.

Todd: And here comes one of the most notorious THUGZ on the XWF Roster- Reggie Estrada! A former X-treme Champion, 3 times over, Reggie Estrada comes to every match with just one intention: to cause as much mayhem and destruction as possible! JC Keeton had better watch out tonight!

Bama T: We’d all better watch out tonight, Todd! I only see one Thug headed to the ring, which means Reggie’s amigos are probably outside in the parking lot, stealing catalytic converters!

Todd: But the real question, Bama is: Can Reggie steal a win here tonight?

Bama T: A Thug like Reggie can steal anything he sets his mind to, Todd!



A deep bass rumble hits first—like the distant crack of a thunderstorm rolling over farmland. The screen flickers to life with vintage home video clips: grainy footage of a young JC in headgear wrestling in dusty high school gyms… riding horses… before fast-forwarding to JC lifting the IWF world title!

BLACK SCREEN.

A burst of golden-white pyro erupts from both sides of the entrance ramp!

JC KEETON bursts through the curtain with laser focus. He doesn’t slow down. No theatrics. No posturing. He walks with an athlete’s gait—loose shoulders, tight fists, jaw locked, eyes burning forward.

He doesn’t look left or right. Just straight down the aisle, headed straight for the ring.

Todd: And here comes JC Keeton! The former IWF World Champion in the flesh, JC Keeton has become a top star since making the jump to XWF Anarchy! He’s had battle after battle, and tonight, he has-

Bama T: Holy shit, Todd! Reggie Estrada isn’t waiting for the bell to ring: he’s already starting this match!

Sure enough, Bama’s right! As soon as JC Keeton slides into the ring, Reggie Estrada pounces on him after delivering a slew of vicious kicks! The referee tries to pull Reggie back, but it’s no use! THE THUG is deadset on starting this match early! He delivers a few elbows to the skull of JC Keeton, but after a few moments of violence, Keeton is able to push Reggie off of him!

That’s when the referee calls for the bell!!!

DING! DING! DING!

REGGIE ESTRADA - vs - JC KEETON Singles

JC Keeton is already holding his bruised head by the time the bell rings. Reggie charges right back in, going for a big lariat: but Keeton sees it coming and ducks! JC Keeton charges towards the opposite ropes, bounces off them, and then comes running back towards Reggie Estrada!

Keeton runs right into a big boot from the Thug!

Reggie Estrada dominates the opening segment of the match, delivering a slew of boots to his grounded opponent before following up with a drop elbow! Then, Estrada starts putting his jiu jitsu to work. He mounts his downed opponent, and alternates between big blows to the head and attempts at submissions- but JC Keeton is too experienced, and too technical! After Reggie tries working Keeton into an armbar, JC is able to break free of the hold and scramble up to his feet!

Todd: This match has been all Reggie, all Estrada so far! But now, Keeton’s back on his fight: and he’s looking to shift the momentum!

Bama T: Keeton’s facing the Thuggish, Ruggish Reggie Estrada tonight, so it’s not going to be that easy!

As soon as Reggie rises, Keeton charges in and tries to hit him with a dropkick: but Reggie sidesteps the move! Keeton falls to the mat, eating nothing but canvass! Keeton quickly scrambles back to his feet and avoids a few haymakers from Reggie. Keeton tries to grab a hold of Reggie and take him to the mat with a double leg takedown slam, but Reggie’s been hitting the gym! Estrada sprawls out of the takedown attempt, delivering a few body shots to Keeton’s ribs to ward off future attempts. Nevertheless, Keeton remains determined, and grabs a hold of Reggie’s leg! JC tries to drive forward with Reggie’s leg to complete the takedown, but before he secure it, Reggie reaches out and grabs the ropes! The referee barks at Keeton to let go of Reggie, and he reluctantly agrees!

Todd: In a shocking twist, Reggie Estrada was just saved by the ropes!

Bama T: The dirtiest player in the game, taking advantage of all the rules while simultaneously breaking them whenever he wants! You love to see it!

The referee pushes JC Keeton back to give Reggie space…but Reggie takes advantage of this opportunity! With Keeton distracted by the referee’s interference, Estrada charges forward and knocks him loopy with a REG-KO! out of nowhere!

Bama T: RKO! RKO! Reggie just hit an RKO!

Todd: That dirty, no good THUG! He used the referee’s interference to his advantage, and managed to hit Keeton with one of the most powerful moves in all of sports entertainment!

The referee looks down in shock and horror, but has no choice but to count Reggie’s pinfall attempt!




1!












2!!!!







KICKOUT!!!!


Todd: I can’t believe, JC Keeton just kicked out! He’s still alive in this match!

Bama T: But Reggie’s looking to put him away here, you can take that to the bank!

Reggie slams the mat in frustration before turning to the referee and screaming at him for his slow count. Then, Reggie turns his focus back towards Keeton. Reggie curbstomps Keeton in the back of the skull, and a pool of blood begins leaking from JC’s head. But Reggie doesn’t stop there. Instead, Reggie grabs Keeton by his blood-stained hair, and lifts him up into position for a KILLSWITCH!

Then, Reggie hits his patented Azteca Sunrise!

The referee counts the pin!






1!


















2!!












3!!!!

Winner: Reggie Estrada

Reggie rises to his feet, drenched in sweat as the referee raises his arm in victory. JC Keeton rolls out of the ring, battered and bruised as Estrada charges towards the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes. Reggie celebrates his victory atop the turnbuckle, looking out towards all the fans in the arena, riling them up after his big win!

Bama T: What a statement win from Reggie Estrada! Many people saw him as the underdog here tonight, but he made short work of JC Keeton! Estrada just put the rest of the Anarchy roster on notice!

Todd: Reggie cheated at the beginning of the match, he bent the rules in the middle of the match, and then he got lucky with that Azteca Sunrise! Reggie just caught Keeton offguard tonight, Bama, but I suppose you’re right….if Estrada can do this to Keeton, he can do it to anyone!


TODD: Folks, you may want to turn the brightness up on your screen… If you’re watching at night, you may want to wait until morning.

BAMA: Don’t be a wuss, Toddrick! This match will be fantastic and it will also CHILL TO YOUR VERY CORE!

TODD: Ahhhh!



A crow caws.

The lights flicker, as the anxiety-inducing first few chords of Dies Irae erupt across the stadium. As all lights center to the top of the stage, creating a path of light down to the ring. Fans erupt into screams, as the Inquisitor's faithful murder whip out their flashlights. The Inquisitor walks out onto the ramp, clad in his leather trench-coat, gloved hands in and full-black getup.

The eye-rings around his mask glint in the light, and you can almost feel him smile through it.

TODD: Inquisition! An inhuman monster of a creature wrought from the labyrinthine depths of the Earth!

BAMA: It makes me physically uncomfortable to look at him or listen to him! And he’s also a killer in the ring!

TODD: Also, maybe a killer regularly?!?

BAMA: It’s unclear, Bama!

With a sudden burst, he dashes down the ring, sliding under the third rope. Throwing his arms out to his side, and his head in the air, he breathes in the sweet sound of fear and adoration. His hands jerk to grasp their opposite shoulders, in a self-hug of sorts. Giving himself a quick squeeze, he runs his hands along his shoulders and across his throat like blades before turning to face his opponent.

…



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

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

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

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

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

TODD: Speaking of horrifying monsters… Marisol Vilaro!

BAMA: She’s a business woman! The CEO of #VilaroFitness! The dean of Vilaro U, a for-profit college-like experience!

TODD: But she’s also among the deadliest creatures Black Rainbow has in their ranks!

BAMA: No doubt there, Toddrick! Mari was already top-tier Anarchy talent before she joined Black Rainbow… But ever since she joined BR, she’s been on another level. Absolutely dominant! She destroyed Latoya Hixx last Anarchy with three straight Vilaro suplexes!

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

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

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

TODD: Does the entrance have to be all of Shake It Off?

BAMA: It’s in her contract, Todd!

Marisol then does a series of poses once again before turning around and gracing the other side of the area raising her arms high in the air and then doing a similar series of poses showing off her physique and how in shape she is. While Nessa claps her client before they head into their corner, and Nessa is getting Marisol psyched and going over the game plan as they wait for the opponent to enter.

TODD: The official looks hesitant to speak to either of these nefarious characters…

BAMA: I don’t blame him, Toddy! If I were him, I wouldn’t ring the bell until I was safely backstage. I’d call this from the safety of a room with a locked door so neither of these creatures could get me!

DING DING!

MARISOL VILARO - vs - INQUISITION Singles Match

Marisol’s nostrils flare as she circles the ring, sweat already glistening on her brow from a restless warm-up. She smirks—cocky, venomous—as she pounds her fist against her chest, pointing at Inquisition…

TODD: Vilaro is the peak of physical fitness! A conditioning maestro!

BAMA: If she chased you in an empty parking lot, you wouldn’t make it far…

TODD: …Bama, you could’ve just said she’s very fast.

BAMA: She is. If she wanted your life? You wouldn’t stand a chance of escaping, Toddrick.

TODD: …ehhhhhhhhhh.

With a sudden snap of her head, Vilaro’s eyes narrow!

She lunges forward.

Inquisition’s body tenses like a coiled spring! The moment Marisol surges forward with a gripple, he pivots, lips curling back ever so slightly as if savoring the incoming collision. He drops his weight low, catching her with a sudden spinning wrist lock and wrenching with cruel precision!

TODD: Oho! The first exchange goes Inquisition’s way! Very rare for Marisol not to open dominantly!

Inquisition, almost like a child toying with a defenseless animal, twists Marisol’s arm, as if testing it for durability… Seeing how much pressure would make it snap like a twig…

Marisol’s mouth twists into a snarl of fury, her body jerking with the pain, but her pride won’t allow a scream. Her free hand balls into a fist and she drives it like a hammer into Inquisition’s ribs!

ONE

TWO

THREE shots to the solarplexus!

Inquisition winces, his lips pressed tight, his shoulders hunching from the body shots—but there’s no hesitation. Instead his eyes flare wide, a twitch of madness breaking through, and he shoves her backward, whipping her into the ropes with a violent snap of his arm. Inquisition

Marisol rebounds, hair flying, her face alight with fiery defiance.  Inquisition’s expression sharpens, the faintest sneer betraying his contempt… He steels himself for Marisol’s return off the ropes…

She launches herself into the air, twisting mid-sprint into a…

HANDSPRING ELBOW!

…NO!

At the last second, Inquisition surges forward, catching Marisol mid-motion with an explosive …

CHARON’S CONSECRATION! (off-the-ropes Uranage!)

TODD: Oh my! Early power move by Inquisition connects!

BAMA: All that learning and studying seems to be paying off, Toddy! Inquisition seems to be crawling in Marisol’s brain like a tapeworm consuming her mind from within…

TODD: …Bama, I’m literally not going be able to sleep tonight if you keep doing this.

Inquisition falls on top of Vilaro’s hissing in her face as he hooked the leg…

ONE!

TW-NO!

Vilaro shoves Inquisition off defiantly before even the count of two!

Marisol crashes hard, her jaw slackening in shock as her back arches in pain. She pounds a fist into the mat, her eyes going wild with rage.

Inquisition scrambles to his feet! As Vilaro rises, he tears off a…

SPINNING HEEL KICK!

…But Vilaró ducks, doing a full matrix bridge under the flying monster! And Inquisition goes up and over, eating mat!

TODD: What a dodge by Marisol! The sheer athleticism!

BAMA: That’s #VilaroFit in action, baby! Did you know Vilaro U students get access to the entire VilaroFit library as part of their tuition? What a deal!

TODD: …Bama, a semester of college is *way* more expensive that a fitness program subscription.

Gritting her teeth, Vilaro kips up off the mat, grabbing at Inquisition’s ankle with desperate spite and twisting it into a vicious…

HEEL HOOK!

Inquisition’s stoic mask finally cracks—his eyes bulge, and his mouth twists into a silent snarl of anguish!

TODD: Devastating submission by Marisol! Can Inquisition escape?!? 

Inquisition claws at the mat, dragging himself inch by inch toward the ropes, veins popping at his temples.

The official hovers over the creature carefully asking if he can continue?

Marisol’s teeth flash in a triumphant grin as she wrenches tighter, her whole body shuddering with exertion…

Inquisition’s hand tremors…

It shakes…

Will he tap?

…NO!

Instead, Inquisition finally lunges forward, his fingers clutching the ropes.

TODD: Inquisition holds on!

BAMA: Which just lets Mari do her cool down exercises straight onto his throat!

Mari continues twisting Inquisitions’s heel, torturing the hellion… until the referee steps in, forcing the break!

Both competitors peel apart, glaring daggers through sweat-soaked strands of hair.

TODD: A brief moment of peace between these two… somehow, I don’t think it’s going to last.

BAMA: These two hellspawn don’t know the meaning of the word peace. Or mercy. Only pain.

Inquisition’s eyes narrow, jaw tight… when suddenly, he bursts off the ropes, his long limbs cutting through the air with raw, reckless energy!

His lips part just slightly, a faint hiss escaping like steam from the Forge itself…

He hurls himself forward…

SHOULDER BLOCK!

…Countered!

Marisol pivots sharply, her grin curling wicked as her arms snake down…

And catch the charging Inquisition’s chest! Mari propels him into the air! Inquisition’s feet leave the ground!

He soars up!

…

And comes down!

WHAM! Straight onto Mari’s swinging shoulder! A hellacious European uppercut!

TODD: What a strike by Mari! Inquisition looks dazed and confused!

Inquisition’s legs look like jelly under him after that uppercut to the skull… He hisses, possibly involuntarily… As Mari cranks her neck, like she’s preparing for a clean-and-jerk…

With a violent torque of her hips, she rips Inquisition into a front facelock… Aaaaaaaand…

SNAP SUPLEX!

TODD: My God! The sheer strength of Vilaro!

BAMA: And you can have that strength to you! For just $12,000 a semester in tuition…

Inquisition’s teeth clack together on impact, his face briefly contorting into a grimace as his body arches from the mat. His hand reaches instinctively to his lower back…

But before he can even rise, Marisol’s shadow looms over him.

Her face twists into a sneer of superiority as she drops down, cinching his legs into a…

TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!

TODD: Another life-sapping submissions hold by Mari! She’s trying to break Inquisition’s spirit!

BAMA: She’s trying to steal his soul in the name of the Black Rainbow… if that subterranean freak even has a hole…

Mari applies increasing torque, twisting Inquisition’s spine against itself… Every pull of the hold is punctuated by her eyes closing and her head tilting back, as if basking in her own magnificence!

Inquisition’s face is stone but his lips peel back to reveal clenched teeth…. His fingertips scratch furiously at the canvas, muscles quivering…

TODD: This could be it! The ropes are too far away for Inq to bre-

…Suddenly, Mari releases the hold!

TODD: …What the?!? I thought Mari had Inq right where she wanted him…

BAMA: Like I said, Mari doesn’t want Inquisition to tap-out. She wants to break him. She wants to OWN his spirit.[/blue]

Marisol grins with mocking, cruel delight, crawling alongside the broken Inquistion… only to sprawl across his chest, wrenching his arm into a…

CROSS ARMBREAKER!

Her free hand flexes, bicep popping, as she smirks to the crowd…

TODD: My word! How dominant is Marisol Vilaro!

…Vilaro’s showboating… infuriates Inquisition…

Inquisition… like a rat in a trap…

His body goes elastic! He slips out! And he grasps a shocked Mari’s wrist in turn!

TODD: What an escape by Inquisition! This one’s not over yet!

Inquisition’s legs kick upward, coil tight, and he whips his weight with ruthless speed—yanking Marisol off-balance…

TORNADO DDT!

TODD: Tornado DDT! From outta nowhere!

BAMA: But can he capitalize? Can the boy from the dark claw his way back to the light?

Inquisition staggers upright, chest heaving, eyes burning with the wild fire of the Forge.

Vilaro… blinking like the mask of dominance has cracked… stumbles into the corner, grabbing the ropes to hold herself up…

Inquisition bares his teeth and lets out a sharp hiss, charging forward with his arms wide, aiming to crush Marisol into the turnbuckles with a savage…

CORNER SPLASH!

…NO!

Marisol’s body snapping into motion at the last heartbeat, slipping sideways, hair whipping behind her!

Inquisition’s chest SMASHES brutally into the pads!

TODD: Once more, the lightning fast Inquisition isn’t used to an opponent that can match his lightning quick reflexes!

BAMA: I don’t know if that freak’s face has a mouth, but if he does, he just ate a heaping helping of turnbuckle pad…

Inquisition’s jaw goes slack, his face twisting with shock as the wind rushes out of him. He reels backward, dizzy, his hiss breaking into a ragged cough, leaning back against the turnbuckle!

Marisol’s lips curl into a venomous smile as she cartwheels into motion, hands hitting the canvas with perfect precision before she springs upward. Her body snaps into the air like a whip…

CRACK! Vilaró Experience! (handspring elbow!)

Inquisition stumbles away from the corner, eyes glassy, arms flailing as though the ground beneath him has vanished.

Marisol doesn’t hesitate. She snarls, grabs him by the head, and latches in a crushing front facelock. Her muscles flex, her jaw clenches, and with a guttural cry she hoists him high—before driving him down with bone-snapping perfection…

VILARÓIZER!

[blue]BAMA: BALLGAME!

She bridges with pristine form, her back arched, teeth bared as the referee dives down.


ONE!



TWO!



TH-REE!

Winner: Marisol Vilaró

[blueTODD: It’s over! Marisol Vilaró just outlasted the Inquisition, and what a war they waged!

BAMA: Say what you will, Todd—freak boy fought like hell itself, but in the end, the devil with the better body won. Praise be to Marisol Vilaró.[/blue]

Marisol rises, still holding her perfect bridge until the last possible second, before breaking and standing tall, arms flexed, every ounce of her dripping confidence broadcast for the world to see.




TODD: I don’t know about you, Bama. But I for one am excited-

BAMA: Let me stop you right there, Todderick. You do know about me. You know we’re both excited as hell for the 9th edition of Relentless. It’s three whole nights, our biggest show of the damn year!

TODD: With Dolly Waters and Micheal Graves leading us in as our top champions, and with Sebastian Everett-Bryce holding the briefcase, Charlie Nickles lying in wait… and of course, the rise and emergence of stars like Sarah Wolf and Dickie Watson to account for!

BAMA: This one is going to be huge across the board, Todd. There won’t be one moment of downtime in the entire three-night stretch.

TODD: Perhaps our biggest Relentless yet!



Lionel prances to the ring, dressed straight out of an off-Broadway production of Hamlet.

He does vocal exercises as he strides confidently down the ramp. He steps up the ring steps, and takes into the ring, doing a series of deep knee-bends in the corner as he waits for the show to commence.

Bama T: Oh sweet Jesus, not this loon again!

Todd: That’s not just any loon, Bama! That’s Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing, and he’s become something of a fan-favorite amongst the I-W-C!

Bama T: The IWC? What the hell is that, some indie mudshow company?!

Todd: I’m not entirely sure, Bama: but Sir Pennyfarthing is adamant that the people love him there!



“Dreams of a Lullaby” plays, and as her music swells, Celestine stumbles onto the stage, dragging a massive canvas behind her. Her body jerks unnaturally as though seized by a spirit, shades of a possession. She begins speed-painting in a frenzy, daubing wild strokes with brushes, bare hands, and even blown snot from her nose. She growls, chants, sometimes laughing, sometimes weeping. By the time she reaches the ring, the canvas is revealed: a horrific foretelling of her opponent mangled, ruined, disfigured. She lays the painting gently against the ring like a tombstone.

Bama T: That’s witchcraft right there!

Todd: It’s Black Magic, for sure!

Bama T: It looks like she’s going to mangle, ruin, and disfigure that loon she’s in there with!

Todd: I’m not sure the odds are high for Lionel to survive this one…

DING! DING! DING!

CELESTINE GALE - vs - SIR LIONEL PENNYFARTHING Singles

As the bell rings, Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing steps back and places his hand atop his chest, as if in shock. He says a few words to the referee about the ritualistic imagery from Celestine’s entrance, but the referee just shrugs his shoulders! Sir Lionel then drops down to his knees as he looks up at the referee with pleading eyes. Lionel clasps his hands together as he begs the referee to call off this match, or to at least prevent Celestine from using any ritualistic magic!

But it’s no use!

The referee just shrugs Pennyfarthing off!

Todd: It looks like Sir Lionel is trying to make some sort of deal with the referee!

Bama T: Deal?! Todd, he’s pleading for his life with the referee right now! I don’t think Sir Lionel wants to be in that ring with the witch!

After the referee rejects his pleas, Sir Lionel has no choice but to stand up and face his foe! As a nervous bead of sweat rolls down Lionel’s face, he starts to look across the ring…only to find that Celestine Gale isn’t there.

Instead, Celestine is right behind Pennyfarthing!

Bama T: Wait, what the hell?! How’d she get across the ring so fast?!

Todd: I swear it’s like she teleported!

Lionel takes a few steps forward towards the center of the canvas, completely unaware of his opponent’s location directly behind him. Celestine follows Lionel one step at a time, her silent presence foreboding a dark future for the Sir. Once Lionel reaches the center of the ring, he looks out at the crowd for help- but the audience is shocked into silence.

As if the members of the crowd were under some sort of hypnosis!

When Lionel finally turns around, he sees Celestine Gale standing directly behind him!

Lionel drops down to his knees and pleads for mercy!

Sir Lionel’s facial gestures make his sorrow and anguish clear to the back of the arena!

Todd: Well, this is starting to get pathetic…

Bama T: What do you want him to do, Todd?!?! Wrestle the witch?! He’s better off begging for her mercy! You can call Lionel Pennyfarthing a lot of names, Todd- but you can’t call him stupid!

Todd: I didn’t call him stupid- I called him pathetic!

Bama T: Well then…you won’t get any argument from me!

As Lionel pleads for mercy from a kneeling position, Celestine looks him up and down with a ponderous expression…as if she were actually considering his pleas.

But that brief consideration ends when Celestine delivers a gliding roundhouse kick with toe-pointed artistry right to Lionel’s face!

Pennyfarthing collapses against the mat in pain, his screams of woe echoing through the arena!

Pennyfarthing starts crawling towards the ropes, desperate for a rope break after just one blow…

But alas, it is not to be!

Celestine leaves her feet, dropping onto Pennyfarthing with a posing elbow drop after freezing mid-air for a second!

Bama T: Witchcraft! That’s witchcraft, I tell you!

Todd: Whatever it is, Bama: it seems to be working!

After the vicious elbow drop to Lionel’s back, Celestine grabs Pennyfarthing’s leg and delivers a Leg-trap surfboard with a back arch!

The crowd stands completely still, remaining silent as a mouse, everyone swaying from side to side- as if transfixed by some sort of hex!

But Celestine Gale doesn’t stop there. As Pennyfarthing regains his senses and starts crawling towards the ropes one more time, Celestine Gale delivers a big boot right between his shoulder blades!

Then, Celestine keeps her boot pressed into Pennyfarthing’s back for an uncomfortable amount of time. She eyes the injured man up and down for nearly a minute with a ritualistic look in her eye.

After Celestine tires of holding Lionel still, she picks her foot up just to deliver a nasty curbstomp right to the back of his skull!

With Lionel’s lights already knocked out, Celestine grabs the man by his neck and lifts him into a standing position without breaking a sweat. Celestine places Lionel into a modified sleeper hold with a swaying rhythm. The microphones near the ring pick up the sound of Celestine singing “Nowhere Over The Rainbow” into Lionel’s ear, like some sort of sick lullaby.

The referee asks Sir Lionel if he wants to tap out, but Lionel doesn’t respond!

Lionel can’t respond, because he’s completely lost consciousness!

The referee has no choice but to call for the bell!

Winner by Technical Knockout - Celestine Gale

As soon as the bell rings, Celestine lets Lionel’s body drop to the mat like a sack of sorry potatoes. Celestine stares down at her defeated foe with cold and calculating eyes. The referee approaches Celestine to raise her hand, but she simply stares into the referee’s soul, causing him to completely freeze in place.

Then, Celestine exits the ring, and walks up the stage. As she walks up the ramp, her body jerks unnaturally as though seized by a spirit, shades of a possession. She growls, chants, sometimes laughing, sometimes weeping as the audience remains frozen in hypnosis.

Todd: What a dominant victory for Celestine Gale here tonight! She completely destroyed Lionel Pennyfarthing, and may in fact have snatched his soul as well! It’s unclear!

Bama T: …..

Todd: Bama?

Bama T: ….

Todd: Oh this isn’t good folks…Bama, are you ok?!

Bama T: ….

Todd: We’ll have to cut away for a few minutes, folks, but we’ll be back soon with more action-packed wrestling!

Anarchy Tag-Team #1 Contendership Matthias Syn & Charlie Nickles - vs - The Money Titans Thias Watts & Mr. Oz

THE MONEY TITANS, Oswald and Thias Watts, hit the stage as soon as their entrance music begins playing. The crowd has a mixed reaction to the reunited Titans, with some fans booing the big-men while others cheer for their favorite tag-team. Oz and Thias ignore the fans staged near the ramp, clearly hyper-focused on their impending match. When the Titans reach the ring, they climb into it over the top-rope, then they wait patiently for The Corporation to come meet their makers.

Bama T: And here come three thousand pounds of roided-up rage! THE MONEY TITANS are back, live in action here on XWF Anarchy!

Todd: The Money Titans were a dominant tag-team on Thursday Nights, but after Oswald viciously attacked Thias, many thought that this tag-team dream was dead!

Bama T: But now, they’ve put their differences aside and re-united!

Todd: That’s right, Bama’! And they plan on putting the XWF tag division on notice!



The first drumbeat of a new theme song rumbles through the Jim Norick Arena, shaking the building’s worn-out walls! Fog creeps along the makeshift ramp as strobe lights hit the crowd from above, so below!

“I won’t lieeee, it’s quite tempting- your handouts, and your bones.”

That’s when they appear: the stars of the show! CHARLIE NICKLES and MATTHIAS SYN, flanked by the one and only Dwyane “THE GROK” Johnson!

“I won’t lieeee, they’re quite empty- your promises, and your stones.”

Charlie Nickles steps through the haze of fog first, wearing a black three-piece suit tailored perfectly to his pudgy body. His polished shoes catch on every single strobe light as he makes his way down the ramp. A devious grin spreads across Nickleman's lips as he runs a hand through his slicked-back hair.

“If you sell, they’ll buy! Don’t feel, just sign!”

Just behind him Matthias Syn follows, adjusting his tie as “The Grok” conducts audio-visual surveillance for any rebels in the crowd. “The Grok” quickly identifies Peter Gilmour in the crowd, jamming out to the Maria Brink song, and he immediately calls for security to escort Gilly back to Banishment Island!

“If you sell, they’ll buy! Don’t think, stay blind!

Charlie walks gracefully up the steel steps, entering the ring with a microphone in hand as Matthias Syn slides into the ring under the bottom rope. “The Grok” posts up like a security guard outside the ring, continuing to survey the crowd for any signs of dissidence.

“GIVE ME THE CONTROOOOLLL!

JUST SIGN ON THE DOTTED LIIIIINNEE!”

The crowd jeers, but The Corporation doesn’t flinch. Charlie lifts his microphone to his lips as the entrance music trails off. With Syn still in the ring beside him, Charlie stares directly at The Money Titans.

“Oz, Thias!

Gentlemen…you were told that you would have to fight tonight. You were told that you needed to earn your shot at the Anarchy Tag Team Championships. You were told that you had to battle tooth-and-nail against The Corporation just to get ahead in this business…..but Brothers, trust me when I say: that’s the old way.

The weak way.

The fool’s way.”

Oz and Thias look at each other with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. They came to the arena tonight prepared for a fight….but what was all this talking about?

“I came here tonight to tell you face-to-face, man-to-man….The Corporation doesn’t have to be your enemy. Not anymore. Now that I’m at the helm, we get to do things differently around here!”

The crowd jeers, but The Money Titans cock their heads with curiosity.

“I am the Acting General Manager of this company! And that means no more backroom deals, no more golden calves! No longer will the fatcats and bigwigs cherry pick their favorites and hand them opportunity after opportunity.

Now, I get to be the one who decides what is earned, what is deserved, and who is handed greatness on a silver platter!

And you, fine gentlemen….are about to be handed greatness.”

Charlie looks back towards Matthias Syn as he gestures to the Money Titans. Syn reaches into his blazer, and pulls out two one-page contracts. Syn crosses the ring, where a skeptical pair of giants hesitantly take a look at the documents.

“And all you have to do is stand beside me. Stand beside Syn. Stand beside The Corporation that made us who we are!

This is your chance to become more than mere mortals. This is your chance to become….

The Corporate Titans!”

The crowd boos as Oz and Thias look shocked by the offer.

“Just sign your names on the dotted line, and you will become #1 Contenders to the Anarchy tag-team championships at Relentless! Guaranteed! Signed, sealed, and delivered courtesy of your Acting General Manager!”

Oswald calls for a microphone from the ring announcer themselves, and yanks it from their hand as they try to deliver it to him. Mic in hand, he then speaks

“Charlie, you and I, we’ve had our differences, haven’t we? You’ve always been a man, to me, that just does whatever the hell he wants. Now? I see that you, like me, have quite the mind for business. Shit, I never envisioned you as a businessman. So I want you to know, that If there’s one thing that Oswald does, if there’s one thing Thias does-”

Both of them speak at the same time in the same mic

“WE STAND ON BIDNESS!”

Oz and Thias sign their names on the dotted line, officially joining The Corporation!

NO CONTEST! NEW ANARCHY TAG TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER: THE CORPORATE TITANS

“XWF, welcome to the time of Brand Loyalty. To the era of Corporate takeovers. Welcome us, the Corporate Titans, as we demolish our opponents. While I love these boys, Them No Good Bastards, when we take you on and take your titles away? All I can say is that this is what truly is best for business.”

Then Charlie’s gaze drops to the referee, who is trying to intervene and ensure that the match carries on as scheduled. Charlie’s voice darkens, deadly serious as he turns his focus towards the referee.

“And you… I saw you.

You’re working part-time in Pro Wrestling Valor, aren’t you? Working for the competition. The audacity. The nerve. Who’s side are you on in this battle, huh, Mr. Pinstripes?

You are about to learn what happens when you defy the Corporation.

You are about to learn the cost of your disloyalty!”

Syn moves with the precision of a predator, Charlie following. The referee has no chance. Fists, boots, and elbows rain down. After the referee is on the ground, Charlie pulls Syn back- and gestures for The Corporate Titans to finish the job.

Oz steps in with a smile, lifting the referee high into the air! Then, Thais charges in and knees the referee right in the jaw as they’re falling to the mat! Then, Oz catches the referee and finishes them with a Northern Lights Suplex!

The rest of The Corporation just laughs in mockery of the referee’s suffering.

The arena erupts in chaos. The crowd screams, some horrified, some ecstatic. The Corporate Titans stand tall, Charlie and Syn flanking them as “The Grok” slides into the ring for the final frame. The referee lies motionless, The Corporation's unmistakable message written in blood.

Todd: Oh my GOD, I can’t believe it! The Corporation just brutalized the referee!

Bama T: I can’t believe it either, Todd! That referee was pulling double-duty, and selling our trade secrets to Pro Wrestling Valor!

Todd: Are we even sure that’s true?! Can we get a fact checker on that?!

Bama T: No fact checkers needed, baby! The Corporation never lies!

Todd: Someone get that referee some help! We need to take a quick commercial break to get the ref some attention- we’ll be right back with more action after this message from our sponsors!


TODD: This next match is overstuffed with talent!

BAMA: And intrigue, Toddrick! A feud is brewing between two of these competitors over one of their actions toward the other’s husbands! SPICY! Some Days of Our Lives stuff out here!



Full black.

The stage alights in red. Smoke gathers around the stage. Gods by Sleep Token plays as XXXVI appears, rising up out of the red lights amidst the smoke, his hands gathered in prayer. He steps out onto the stage and takes in the mixed reaction from the crowd. He shakes his out his head and shoulders and begins to walk down the ramp, hands still in prayer pose. Half way down, he spreads his hands apart and reaches out both arms in T-Pose as he crouches, sauntering down the rest of the ramp toward the ring.

TODD: The mysterious XXXVI! He’s been dominant on Anarchy as of late… stacking up wins over Frances Marigold *and* Mister Oz! That sort of dominance is what’s secured his spot as the Revolution Title Number One Contender!

BAMA: Certainly impressive, Toddy boy! But with victories come an upgrade in opponents! He’s facing two top-tier talents, one of whom is an XWF LEGEND…

TODD: Atara is certainly wrestling royalty! One of the most beloved competitors to ever grace the blue and black ropes! An-

BAMA: I was talking about Preston Vanderlay Esquire!

He climbs onto the apron, outstretches his arms and then enters, rolling backward over the top rope and spins toward the center of the ring, arms outstretched like a helicopter. He then sits, cross legged in the dead center of the ring, hands once again in prayer pose and bows his head. Full black again, then a single, red cone of light bathes him in the ring as fire explodes out of each turnbuckle.

…



The honeyed rasp of Atara's voice blares over the facility's PA in unison with those words appearing on the multitude of screens and displays littering the arena.

HELLO DOVES

The crowd pops and gets to their feet shouting in near total unison a single word.

OPA!

Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.

TODD: Atara Raven! One of the most talented competitors to grace Anarchy!

BAMA: To Preston’s point, she came up WELL short against Larry Tact!

TODD: But earlier this year, Bama! She pulled off a major victory, derailing the previously undefeated X-Treme champion, Dominic Strife! The fact of the matter is, when Atty has something in her sights, there’s almost no one better. And you better believe Atty has Preston Vanderlay Esquire locked in her sights after he DESTROYED James Raven’s bust and inscription in the XWF Hall of Legends!

Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.

…



“Paper Planes” by M.I.A. hits the speakers. The arena blacks out completely as a cold robotic voice echoes: “Please stand by for a priority broadcast from the office of Preston Vanderlay Esquire… Wrestling’s Wealthiest Winner.”

A massive golden “V” lights up on the titantron. Suddenly, the curtain parts, not for Preston, but for two identically dressed male attendants in tuxedos, who roll out an absurdly long red carpet lined with gold trim, leading all the way to ringside. They are followed by a fog machine team in full uniform, blasting synthetic mist infused with a $700 designer cologne.

The beat drops, and the words “Take your money” pulse with the lights, right as a custom-built gold-plated luxury mobility throne rises from beneath the stage. Reclining in it like a Roman emperor is Preston Vanderlay Esquire, draped in a white silk trench coat with golden lapels, his sunglasses gleaming with his initials etched on them.

He’s not alone. Flanking him on each side in slow, synchronized choreography are his disciples Briggs Wellington, Dashford Luxe, and Regan Vale.

Briggs Wellington stomps down first, arms crossed, cracking his neck, dressed in an emerald suit-vest over tactical gear. Dashford Luxe flips onto the ramp out of nowhere, striking a pose midair before moonwalking partway down like he’s dancing through stock options. Regan Vale walks while cracking knuckles that are clad in black leather gloves. Her eyes are wild and yearning.

As Preston’s throne glides forward on a hidden track, attendants throw faux stock certificates and shredded cease-and-desist orders into the crowd like confetti. Gold sparks rain from the ceiling while a voiceover plays: “Introducing the undisputed architect of all victory… Wrestling’s one true trust fund tactician… PRESTON. VANDERLAY. ESQUIRE.”

BAMA: Here he is! The undefeated XWF Legend! Preston Vanderlay Esquire!

TODD: He wrestled one match! And HE didn’t even actually compete! Regan Vale narrowly defeated ‘Midnight’ Michael Saint, after interference from PVE!

BAMA: The official recordbooks says, Preston Vanderlay Esquire, 1-0! And he’s in the Hall of Legends!

TODD: …Very controversially, after somewhat mysterious, shady dealings with our piece-of-shit General Manager Jimmy Dumbfuck Stars… Preston Vanderly Esquire not only installed his own bust in the Hall of Legends, but destroyed two busts to do it! Lee Stone AND “The People’s GOAT” James Raven… Atara’s husband and multi-time Universal champion! Atty’s made it very, very clear… she plans on taking a pound of flesh for every pound of marble resembling her husband that PVE destroyed!

At ringside, a plush ottoman step unit is rolled into place. Preston stands, slowly removes his jacket, and hands it to an assistant like it’s a crown jewel. His disciples form a loose triangle behind him as he ascends the stairs one step at a time, pausing on the apron to scan the crowd with visible disdain.

Inside the ropes, Dashford lounges in the corner like a smug hype man, Briggs looms with arms raised and flexed, and Regan paces slowly in a circle like a predator. Preston raises one hand to his temple, smiles like he just closed a billion-dollar deal, and steps to the center as fireworks go off indoors.

After a few more seconds of the crowd booing the fuck out of him, Preston activates his Freebird Rule clause and selects one of his three student-diciples to fight for him.

…

This time going with…

Dashford Luxe!

TODD: Dashford Luxe! Definitely the flashiest of PVE’s menagerie of freebird talent! What do you think went into Preston’s decision to send Luxe against Raven and XXXVI?

BAMA: This one’s already in the bag, Toddrick! Mister Vanderlay Esquire is sending in the man that’ll win with the most style points!

…Luxe rolls into the ring, flexing an arm and winking at Atty…

…Atara does not take her eyes from PVE, who is surrounded on both sides by Regan and Briggs…

The official signals to the timekeeper!

DING DING!

Atara Raven - vs - Preston Vanderlay Esquire - vs - (Revolution #1 Contender) XXXVI Triple Threat Match

The moment the bell rings, Atty storms forward… her body coiled to explode…

Toward the ropes at Preston!

TODD: Oh my! It looks like Atty is more interest in taking this scrap to Preston than the man Preston selected to face her!

BAMA: Brilliant! That’s Preston’s plan paying dividends! Mind games! Taking his opponent off their game!

TODD: I think that only works if Preston ISN’T at rest of getting his head kicked off, Bama!

Atty scrambles for the ropes, almost instinctively, Briggs and Regan move up to block Atty with their bodies… Preston grins from behind the safety of his hired muscle, waving over the top of their heads.

As this goes on between Atty and Preston… XXXVI tilts their masked head, sensing Atara’s split focus. Their posture lowers into a stalking crouch…

TODD: It looks like XXXVI smells Atty’s focus is off the match… and senses the time to strike is now!

BAMA: Preston may have insulted them both, but there’s no allies in a triple threat match!

Atara shouts several sharp Greek curses, trying to climb through the ropes to att-

WHAM!

With a sudden burst of motion, XXXVI strikes from the side, hammering Atara with a stinging…

CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE!

TODD: ooooof, ugly attack to Atty’s leg!

BAMA: As ugly as it is effective, Toddrick!
Atara winces, her body buckling, hand clutching her leg as she grimaces…

XXXVI scoops her up by the scruff of the neck, looking for a front facelock… When Atty throw his arms down, breaking the lock… And breaks out a series of right jabs, straight to XXXVI’s jaw!

TODD: Atty firing back with fiery fists! That Pankration, greek boxing style rocking XXXVI around the ring!

BAMA: Crazy move by XXXVI! Even I’d know better than to get between Atty and Preston tonight!
Dashford Luxe, meanwhile, leans casually in the corner, smirking with a self-satisfied tilt of the head. He stretches lazily across the turnbuckles, arms out wide, soaking in the scene as though watching theater from the best seat in the house.

TODD: Dashford Luxe taking this opportunity to sit back and work on his tan under XWF’s stage lights!

BAMA: Why throw yourself in the feeling out scrap? Let both of the people you have to beat tire each other out scrapping! Dashford is a GENIUS! Which by extension, makes Preston a BIGGER GENIUS for picking him!

XXXVI eventually raises his arms, blocking the blows rocking his jaw… Getting backed into the ropes
Atara’s fury drives her! With an explosive heave of emotion and muscle, she Irish whips XXXVI across the ring…

Wait! No! She rotates the whip and drives him from the center of the ring…

Toward Dashford Luxe’s corner!

TODD: Hell hath no fury like Atara Raven! And she’s using XXXVI as a battering ram to break down the defenses around Preston Vanderlay Esquire!

Luxe’s eyes widen as a masked man is suddenly hurtling towards him… He’s caught off-guard!

WHAM!

XXXVI’s back collides with Dashford Luxe in the corner.

Dashford’s smug grin falters, leaning back against the turnbuckle! XXXVI rebounds off Luxe, staggering backwards toward the center of the ri-

WHAM! From behind, Atty unleashes a…

SHOTGUN DROPKICK! Raven blasts XXXVI back into the corner! And Luxe gets blasted by XXXVI once more, collapsing onto the mat beside the corner!

TODD: Atara is STEAM-ROLLING the competition right now!

BAMA: …Just a little rope-a-dope, Toddy! Dashford’s letting Atty tire herself out! We’ll catch ‘em in the next half!

Luxe shakes off cobwebs, scooping himself off the mat… at the same time, XXXVI does the same…
The moment they meet eyes, XXXVI grabs Luxe’s shoulders and springs off the mat, leaping onto Luxe, seeking a…

HURRICANRANA!

…

But Luxe resists, by grabbing the ropes!

BAMA: High IQ play by Dashford Luxe! He’s done getting pummeled and he’s ready to turn this one around!

XXXVI is in no man’s land now… Luxe pops XXXVI off his shoulder! XXXVI lands on his feet…

Luxe latches around XXXVI’s breastbone, standing switches, spinning XXXVI toward facing the ring’s center… Aaaaaaand…

BEAUTIFUL T-BONE SUPLEX! XXXVI goes flying through the air, colliding like a heap on his head and shoulders!

Dashford kips up, brushing invisible dust off his hands with a cocky flourish, his smirk sliding back into place as if the danger had never existed.

Preston claps approvingly from the floor, his cufflinks glinting, patting Briggs and Regan to get behind him, so he can maximize his camera time…. PVE points at Dashford, shouting praise, his arrogant grin wide enough to draw the crowd’s boos!

BAMA: That’s what I’m talking about, baby! Poetry in motion! As exquisite as it is dominant! That’s PVE in action!

TODD: HE’S NOT EVEN IN ACTION, BAMA! PVE has been standing outside the ring this whole match! Where he always is!

…From behind, Atara sizes up an opportunity… She sprints toward the ropes. Dashford turns toward his employer, basking in the glow of approval…

But from behind, Preston starts shouting at him to watch out!

Dashford spins around as Atty, fury etched in every fiber of her face, spears herself toward him!

TODD: Atty’s on the warpath! And Dashford is directly in her way!

As Atty charges in, shoulder first…

Dashford pivots into a cartwheel on instinct, sliding out of the way with a smug flick of his hair! PVE breathes a sigh of relief, delivering a small gasp!

…Wait! Atty’s still going!

TOWARD PVE!

Raven’s body sails through the ropes, hair streaming behind her!

Preston’s smug clapping turns to horror! Briggs and Regan shift in alarm, going to cover their boss…

TOO LATE! SUICIDE DIVE SPEAR THROUGH ALL THREE!

TODD: YES! ATARA RAVEN JUST TOOK OUT PRESTON VANDERLAY ESQUIRE AND HIS ENTIRE ENTOURAGE!

BAMA: That’s assault! That’s a guaranteed future lawsuit! You can’t touch the Architect of Victory like that!

PVE and his hired hands explode in different directions, Atara obliterating them! Her eyes flare with vengeance as she raises an arm to the crowd!

OPA!

OPAAAAAAA! The crowd calls back!

Dashford Luxe spins around, his smirk wiped clean, eyes darting in panic as he sees Preston sprawled on the outside, surrounded by wreckage. He bolts for the ropes, arms pumping as instinct drives him to his employer’s aid…

…But XXXVI’s arms suddenly snap around Luxe’s waist from behind. Dashford’s eyes go wide, he throws a wild elbow!

XXXVI ducks! Luxe’s arms flailing as he’s ripped off his feet and hurled back with a thunderous…

BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!

Dashford’s body arches and he collapses to the mat, clutching his neck as XXXVI folds into the cover, shoulders pressed tight.

TODD: What a move by XXXVI! And all of a sudden, PVE looks in trouble! Both his hired representative and himself! Could this be PVE’s first loss?

BAMA: No! This can’t count! How can you consider it a loss for PVE when he isn’t even getting pinned!

TODD: That’s how his freebird contract works, Bama!

BAMA: …KICK OUT, DASHFORD!

XXXVI rolls into a cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Luxe jerks his shoulder free, eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving as relief washes over his face.

XXXVI scrambles back to a vertical base, looking to resume the attack… But Dashford latches onto the ropes, coughing and clutching his back. The official breaks up the action, giving Luxe a five-count to breathe!

TODD: Another bit of technical prowess on display from Dashford Luxe inside the ring… Meanwhile outside, PVE looks like he’s in trouble at the hands of Mrs. James Raven!

Indeed, outside, Preston Vanderlay claws at the floor, suit wrinkled, eyes wide with sheer indignation… He barks out, directing traffic, demanding Briggs or Regan come help him up…

A hand grasps Preston’s… He’s lifted back onto his feet.

…And face-to-face with Atara Raven.

PVE’s face goes white with fear as Raven grins sadistically.

TODD: Think PVE is regretting that unflattering Atara statue yet, Bama?

PVE… straightens his tie…

And makes a break for it! Trying to run!

…But Atara’s reflexes are too fast! She grabs PVE by the ankle, PVE eats pad outside the ring!

TODD: Atty’s about to PUNISH Preston!

Raven drags PVE across the ringside mats, her lips curled into a furious snarl. Preston flails, hands clawing at the padded concrete, cufflinks glinting as his cries grow shrill, but Atara’s rage carries him inexorably toward the timekeeper’s chair.

Preston kicks at her hands, briefly breaking her grip! But Atara seizes PVE by his collar… and points to the crowd…

TODD: Oh my! I think Atty’s planning on tossing Preston over the railing and into the first row!

BAMA: Into commonfolk!?! Everyone in this arena combined doesn’t have PVE’s net worth OR business acumen!

TODD: Well, they’re about to up close and personal with the supposed “XWF Legend”!

Preston’s face contorts into sheer horror, his head shakes back and forth, pupils shrinking in terror at the thought of mingling with the masses!

Atty smiles with vengeful glee, as she cups an ear for the crowd who scream for PVE to come join them…

As Atara milks the moment, by the ringpost outside, Regan Vale begins to stir, pushing up onto her knees!

Atara goes to spin, ready to launch Preston!

…But Regan dives to break up the toss! She launches herself forward with a Lou Thesz press, crashing into Atara, pinning her shoulders against the padding outside!

TODD: Aw nuts! Regan Vale makes the save, narrowly sparing her employer the fate of briefly being in contact with the XWF Universe!

BAMA: THANK GOD FOR REGAN VALE!

Both women tumble to the floor, fists flying. Atara’s eyes narrow in sharp focus, her lips pulling back in a battle-snarl as she drives stiff pankration strikes into Regan’s ribs and face, the precision of her heritage cutting through the chaos. Regan reels, arms flailing defensively, but her grit refuses to let her fold, lobbing blows back at Raven’s ribs, trying to slow the Greek Goddess down!

…Meanwhile, Preston, near the timekeeper’s table, straightening his tie with trembling fingers, walking back toward the ring…

Briggs by the barricade shakes off cobwebs, still rocked by Atara’s suicide dive! PVE snaps his fingers, demanding his employee rise!

TODD: PVE taking this opportunity where Atara is occupied to try and make moves!

BAMA: Time is money after all!

Briggs groggily rises, as PVE whispers into his ear with venomous urgency. Briggs nods once, expression empty, before side-stepping up to the apron…

Inside, XXXVI has been working Dashford with a series on grounded strikes and submissions, holding him in an extended Romero special, as Luxe narrowly hooks an ankle on the bottom rope!

TODD: Aphrodite Incarnate, Atara Raven, may be dominating the outside the ring… but inside, XXXVI might be making the moves to steal a huge victory! A win tonight would provide incredible momentum for the Revolution Title #1 contender as Relentless looms!

XXXVI scoops Luxe by the scruff of the neck, and shoves him back against the corner!

“Alphabet Boy” as PVE dubbed him, executes a…

SLINGSHOT IRISH WHIP!

Dashford’s is HUCKED across the ring, spine SMACKING off the turnbuckle pads, his body staggering back, arms limp at his sides as his eyes glaze over!

TODD: Oooof, major damage! XXXVI is in total control!

XXXVI’s body coils like a serpent, seizing the moment. They snake behind Luxe, wrap their arms around Luxe’s neck, locking him into a…

THIRD EYE BLIND! (dragon sleeper!)

TODD: This could be it! XXXVI has Luxe, center of the ring!

Dashford flails, panic etched into every frantic movement, his mouth open in a silent cry as XXXVI contorts him backward, dragging him to the canvas… Luxe keeps his legs stiff as he whips his body back and forth, trying to break XXXVI’s grip!

TODD: Luxe, the wiley veteran, knows how critical it is to avoid being taken to the mat in a Dragon Sleeper! But XXXVI has it LOCKED IN!

Suddenly, from the outside, Preston rockets onto the apron, his face red with fury. He points furiously at the brawl outside between Atara and Regan, as the two women roll, wildly punching and jockeying for control!

BAMA: PVE, concerned for his employee! Pleading with the official to restore some order!

The referee spins to the outside where Atara and Regan claw at one another, attention stolen.

That’s the moment Briggs Wellington slides into the ring like a shadow, his face still blank but his massive hands clenching into fists. He looms behind XXXVI…

TODD: …No! Subterfuge is afoot!

XXXVI’s body trembles with exertion as they wrench back on the dragon sleeper, unaware of the danger… Luxe’s legs begin to soften under him… XXXVI’s about to kick out Dashford’s legs and drag him to the mat!

When Briggs’ lunges, scooping XXXVI up by the scruff of their neck. With raw, ruthless force, he lifts and slams XXXVI face-first into the mat!

TODD: Dammit! Once more, PVE not only has to make up completely new rules to compete, he then has to break the existing ones!

BAMA: You wanna architect victories? You gotta break a few rules… And XXXVI’s face! Briggs has done just that! Which means Preston has done just that!

The masked fighter sprawls, body twitching in pain as Briggs slips back out, expression as unreadable as ever. Preston drops from the apron with a smug smirk, dusting his hands, barking at the official to keep his eyes IN the ring!

Dashford, freed from the hold, staggers to his feet, gasping for air, his face pale with relief. His expression hardens as he seizes XXXVI by the head, dragging him upright with venom.

TODD: Dammit, no, please, not again!

“SELL!” Shouts Dashford as he twists into a…

LIQUIDATION EVENT! (Cross Rhodes)!

XXXVI crumples to the canvas, motionless.

[blue]BAMA: Another victory for the Undefeated XWF Legend, Preston Vanderlay Esquire!

TODD: Not if Atara has anything to say about!

Outside the ring, Atara rises to a vertical base over Regan and…

BOOTS her in the gut! Regan cradles her stomach…

Atara spins, looking to resume the attack on Preston… But spots Dashford crawling into a cover!

She goes to roll under the bottom rope, rage written across every line of her face…

1!

…NO! Regan, bloodied lip curling into a desperate snarl, lunges again, clutching Atara’s ankle in a vice grip under the bottom rope.

2!

Atara thrashes, her fingers clawing at the mat, her eyes wild with anguish…

TODD: No! Not like this!

THREE!

WINNER: PRESTON VANDERLAY ESQUIRE!

BAMA: Yes like this, Todd! The system works!

The bell rings. Dashford Luxe sits up with a triumphant, exhausted smirk, brushing his hair back with a cocky flourish, quickly rolling to the outside where PVE is rushing him up the ramp!

Atara goes to kick Regan off… but she sprints past, around the ring to join PVE as the foursome hightail it, taunting the competitors in the ring as they go!

TODD: Dashford Luxe STEALS it, thanks to Preston Vanderlay’s army of cronies! Atara and XXXVI were robbed tonight!

BAMA: Robbed? No, Todd. That’s called leveraging human capital. Preston Vanderlay remains…

TODD: Don’t say it…

BAMA: An UNDEFEATED! XWF! LEGEND!


TODD: The vibes are absolutely electric for this one, Bama!

BAMA: You ain’ lyin’, Toddy baby! In one corner, we have a seemingly undefeatable Anarchy champion… In the other, we have the skyrocketing Universal champion, who has been un-TOUCHABLE in recent weeks!

TODD: Both aligned by the Revolution’s cause! Tonight, they go head-to-head!

Over the course of the show, a larger and larger crowd has gathered around the rubble of the stadium….a crowd mirroring the likes of MAYDAY!

TODD: We tried to hold the crowd just to just ticket purchasers, Bama! But this crowd has slowly swelled over the course of this absolutely electric show!

BAMA: Kinda hard to keep anyone out when there’s no damn walls or door to keep ‘em out, Todd!

TODD: Somehow, I don’t think either of these revolutionaries would have it any other way!

Ring announcer: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome to ringside, the special enforcer for this contest: XWF Legend… CENTURION!!!!!!



TODD: It’s been, what? Nearly a YEAR since we last saw Centurion on XWF television?

BAMA T: In a match against Madison Dyson! Cent’s career’s lasted longer than some historical empires at this point!

TODD: Centurion is a three-time Anarchy champion, a former UGWC World Heavyweight Champion and one of the most respected legends to ever grace the XWF!

BAMA: I ain’t the biggest Cent fan, but I gotta admit it, Anarchy feels even more like Anarchy with Andy Cortinovis in the building!

The famously grumpy Cent turns it on long enough to smile and wave to the crowd waving adoration and love down upon him, before locking back into his character as this match’s cooler.

TODD: It’ll be interesting to see what role Centurion plays in this match! He and Dolly have clashed many-a-time throughout their careers… but he has a special place in his heart for how much he DESPISES Micheal Graves!

BAMA: Yeah, but that’s Micheal Graves, not ‘Micheal Graves’!

TODD: One, there was zero inflection change between your two Graveses… Two, I don’t think Cent knows the difference!

The camera cuts to Pryce position… where ‘Graves’ stretches his arm as his entourage, the Students of Gravy and Irwin, Mark Flynn’s #1 fan, tune their instruments…

Peter Parkour does vocal warm-ups.

Irwin tunes his banjo.

Miss Furry…

…Well, she, like… she holds her triangle at different angles, as if trying to capture the perfect angle at which one could strike a triangle!

TODD: Does she even actually hit that thing during the song?

…’Graves’ rotates his neck in a circle…

When his eyes focus on something off-camera!

…


XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION DOLLY WATERS!

TODD: Oh my! Could we be seeing another Shark-Nickles situation?!? Is this match gonna pop off outside the ring? ‘Graves’ had some… critiques about Dolly’s leadership decisions heading the Revolution!

BAMA: That’s putting it mildly, Toddy! ‘Graves’ implied she was leading the Revolution on a path of destruction by tolerating Black Rainbow.

TODD: Tensions could be high here!

…’Graves’ stares Dolly in the eye, icy in demeanor. ‘Graves’’s crew stop tuning their instruments and step up beside him.

…Well, okay, slightly behind him.

…

For what feels like an eternity, but is really only a few seconds, Waters and ‘Graves’ stare, as if waiting for the other to flinch.

TODD: So much history between these two… Literally years of trauma, violence, and traumatic violence between ‘Graves’ and Waters!

…

Finally, Dolly moves first.

Taking her arm…

…

And raising her fist in the air.

…The crowd pops for the Revolution!

REV-O-LU-TION! *clap clap clapclapclap*

REV-O-LU-TION! *clap clap clapclapclap*

‘Graves’ examines her gesture, icily.

The chant dies down…

…

‘Graves’ raises his fist across from her.

His crew joins in raising their fist.

The crowd goes electric!

REV-O-LU-TION! *clap clap clapclapclap*

REV-O-LU-TION! *clap clap clapclapclap*

TODD: …Well, if you were afraid the Revolution would schism (pardon the pun…), it looks as if they remain united!

BAMA: For now, Toddy, for now! The ring has a funny way of making enemies friends… and making friends enemies! And no one’s more hyper-competitive in the squared circle than these two competitors!

‘Graves’ and Dolly nod at each other… As ‘Graves’ exits Pryce position first…

Ring announcer: The following contest is for ONE FALL!!!!!!

Suddenly, there’s the strum of a banjo heard from off-stage…



Through the apron, bursts “Micheal Graves” (conceivably), Anarchy champion, sporting the “Dark Warrior” mask upon his face, and the Anarchy championship belt on his shoulder.

TODD: There he is! As of today, the Anarchy champion for three-hundred-thirty consecutive days! Officially, THE longest title reign in the XWF’s modern era! He’s held it almost FOUR months longer than the next longest Anarchy championship reign! ‘The Dark Warrior’ Micheal Graves!

BAMA: And that number ain’t propped up, Toddrick! According to my notes…

TODD: Bama, those are MY notes, you’re looking over my shoulde-

BAMA: *kerAGH ahem ahem* According to MY RESEARCH… Graves is also the defending-est champion in Anarchy history, having just passed EDWARD! SEVEN Anarchy title defenses since he first obtained the belt in late September!

TODD: …*sigh* that is true, Bama! This all started September 8th, 2024, when ‘Graves’ led the students of Gravy to a shocking upset victory over then-current Anarchy champion Madison Dyson and Misty Waters… ‘Graves’ is literally one week short of a PERFECT Anarchy calendar year!

BAMA: But I can’t imagine a bigger challenge to stand his way than the reigning Universal champion!

As the banjo strings are plucked, ‘Graves’ strolls down the ramp… As an entourage follows him!

Ring announcer: Introducing first! He is your REIGNING ANARCHY CHAMPION! THE DARK WARRIOR! MICHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL GRAAAAAAAAAAVES!

…

The ring announcer double-checks her intro card.

”...Allegedly!”

Irwin, Mark Flynn’s #1 fan is plucking the banjo, playing the folk song…

Behind *him* are the Students of Gravy.

Miss Furry paws at a triangle, which isn’t plugged into anything…

While Peter Parkor brings up the rear, holding a microphone…

Peter raises the mask over his lips and lifts the mic.

♫ You may think that you’re neutral ♫
♫  There are no neutrals though ♫
♫ You’re either with the wrestlers ♫
♫ Or a pawn of the CEOs ♫

The fans join in, knowing the chorus by heart…

WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?

‘Graves’ continues to walk down the ramp to the beat, staring at the challenger in the ring… as the entourage behind him plays…

♫ The Boss wants us divided ♫
♫  He don’t want this song sung ♫
♫ But us wrestlers, we fight until ♫
♫ That final bell is rung  ♫

TODD: Another pro-labor spiritual from the Students of Gravy!

BAMA: How’s he about to twist it on Dolly, though?

♫ Black Rainbow’s forces growing ♫
♫  Ev’ry day, there’s one more ♫
♫ They want you feelin’ hopeless ♫
♫ Reviles us to our core ♫

WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?

TODD: …Mmmm! Calling out the Black Rainbow itself, Bama!

BAMA: Questionable wisdom from the usually pragmatic ‘Graves’, Toddrick! Ask Peter Principle how calling out Black Rainbow worked for him… He’ll try to tell you with bell dings!

…Finally, finishing his slow, deliberate march, ‘Graves’ enters the ring and lifts the belt over his head.

♫ Maræth can’t snuff the Union’s light ♫
♫ The workers are no joke ♫
♫ Try to eat our dreams, Yelena ♫
♫ See how we’ll make you CHOKE ♫

WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?

Irwin finishes with a little banjo solo…

Before humbly sliding his instrument behind his back…

TODD: ‘Graves’ sending a message straight to Black Rainbow! And I can see why! Three Black Rainbow members on Anarchy between Marisol Vilaro, PVE, and Celestine Gale! And they’ve each been absolutely dominant in recent weeks!

BAMA: I’d be reeeeeeeal careful if I were ‘Graves’! He’s the longest-reigning Anarchy champion, but he just painted a big colorful target on his back that I’m sure Black Rainbow would love to cover in goo!

TODD: He can worry about that later, Bama! Right now, he’s got the Universal champion ahead of him, on possibly the hottest hot streak of her career!

The entourage heads back up the ramp, as ‘Graves’ hands the Anarchy title off to the official, never taking his eyes off the ramp.



The lights go dark!

Spotlights flock to the entrance ramp!


The fans pop as the X-Tron blares…







…ODE TO JOY!

The stadium spotlights rush up toward the ceiling as Dolly Waters appears under the XTron. She marches to the beat of Ode To Joy, the crowd roaring, her gaze set squarely on the squared circle. She climbs through the ropes and takes the center of the ring, raising a single fist into the air.

TODD: Dolly Waters has been on the hottest streak of her career! She beat Charlie Nickles for the Universal title! She pulled off a win over the RED HOT, Dickie Watson!

BAMA: She’s been un-touch-able, Toddrick! Plain and simple! She’s been pumpin’ out the best work of her career!

TODD: But this is among the ultimate tests the XWF has to offer! Can Dolly keep the streak going and pull off a win over ‘Micheal Graves’ ON ANARCHY!

BAMA: That’s something no one’s been able to do in NEARLY A YEAR, TODD!

…The two meet in the center of the ring!


TODD: here they are, Bama… Finally! The crowning jewels of our industry today. The Universal Champion. The Anarchy Champion…

BAMA: you’re right, baby! But we’ve seen this one a time or two already. ‘Graves’ has fended off any, and all challenges that have been presented to him over the last year in Anarchy. He’s our champion!

TODD: It’s true, partner, but this one feels… different. Dolly Waters is very much EVERYONE’S champion. And while she and Graves are aligned in their battle for a greater good, the differences in their approaches could not be more stark. And yet tonight they do battle in the name of their union.[/blue]

The official signals to the timekeeper!

DING DING!

CO-MAIN Dolly Waters © - vs - "Allegedly" Micheal Graves © Plus - XWF Legend Centurion will be sitting at ringside as the timekeeper and enforcer (as needed)! Non-Title Singles w/Special Guest

The moment the bell rings, both competitors leave their corners, circling the ring, looking to lock up…

TODD: Starting with a little catch-as-catch-can, looks like!

BAMA: ‘Graves’’ bread-and-butter… Dolly’s gonna have to dig deep to match ‘Graves’s technical prowess…

Dolly leads with the right side, advancing with her left foot… ‘Graves’ advances like he’s ready to lock-up…

Before switching to southpaw, extending his left hand, leading with the right foot…

TODD: ‘Graves’ clearly very intentional… trying to start things off with both he and Dolly wrestling on their non-dominant sides…

BAMA: Know why he’s doing it, Toddy? IT forces Dolly to lead with that knee! The one Grok almost blew out its socket!

TODD: Ohhhhh, you might be right, Bama!

…Dolly stretches out that right knee of hers… and switches hands, offering her left… ‘Graves’ advances…

The two lockup!

TODD: Here we go! Dolly - vs - ‘Graves’!

Dolly and ‘Graves’ jockey for position, circling around the ring…

‘Graves’ rotates, taking Dolly by the side, securing her in a side headlock!

Dolly tries to snake through, grasping ‘Graves’ wrist! She transitions to a hammerlock, twisting ‘Graves’ arm against his back…

In a flash, ‘Graves’ drops to one knee, sending Dolly up and over his shoulder! Fireman’s carry!

…Nope! Dolly rolls through landing on her feet!

TODD: Remarkable sequence! This two going tit-for-tat in the early-going, Dolly meeting ‘Graves’ every step of the way!

The two circle, still feeling each other out…

They lock up again!

…This time, Dolly secures a side headlock on ‘Graves’…

When ‘Graves’ drops to the mat… and clips Dolly with the shoulder to that right knee! Dolly hits the mat!

TODD: Oh my! For being Dolly’s ally, ‘Graves’ seems keen to target that right knee every chance he can!

BAMA: ‘Graves’ IS Dolly’s ally! He knows he’s doing her no favors by sparing that knee! Every opponent’s going to attack it, he knows Dolly’s gotta prep to defend attacks to it and counter out on it!

As Dolly’s back hits the mat, ‘Graves’ latches his mitts around Dolly’s ankle, securing a standing leg lock, twisting Dolly’s knee against the mat!

TODD: Oh my… ‘Graves’ going for a very early submission here!

Dolly’s face contorts with pain…

‘Graves’ grits his teeth… applying additional torque, trying to turn Dolly onto her front, twisting her knee like a pretzel…

Dolly…

Dolly bridges back!

And twists! Dragonscrew from the mat!

…’Graves’ cartwheels through, remaining on his feet! ‘Graves’ bounces off the ropes looking to take advantage of Waters being grounded… but Dolly kips up back to her feet!

…’Graves’ puts on the brakes as the crowd cheers!

TODD: Phew! Dolly pulls off an impressive escape! A lesser opponent, ‘Graves’ would have had the victory right there!

BAMA: Dolly’s remarkable, but ‘Graves’ might be the technical wrestling GOAT… if she wants to stay in this, she’s gotta drop the respectful act and make ‘Graves’ wrestle her game, rather than letting ‘Graves’ make her wrestle his.

The two circle once more… ‘Graves’ picks up the pace circling, grapevining his feet clockwise around the ring..,

TODD: …Mmm, ‘Graves’ forcing Dolly to circle in a direction that requires her injured right leg to lead, right, Bama?

BAMA: Now you’re getting it, Toddy baby!

Dolly manages to keep ‘Graves’ pace, circling… They both lock-up for the third time…

‘Graves’ snaps Dolly’s head to his waist, a deeeeep side headlock!

TODD: ‘Graves’ wins another exchange here…

…Dolly drags her feet back to the ropes… and shoots ‘Graves’ off to the opposite side!

‘Graves’ shoots across the ropes! Dolly goes for a…

LARIAT!

…But ‘Graves’ ducks under, and on the way past, latches Dolly in a standing sleeper hold!

TODD: Another counter by ‘Graves’!

BAMA: He’s keeping Dolly from hitting second gear, trying to keep her grounded and on the back foot!

Dolly wriggles, as ‘Graves’ tries to latch on a rear choke! Dolly slips around the side, latches ‘Graves’ in a waistlock! Dolly sends ‘Graves’ up and over!

Back Suplex!

…But ‘Graves’ lands on his feet! And, as Dolly rises from the suplex, immediately latches on another rear choke!

The crowd applauds the sequence, as ‘Graves’ waves a finger in front of Dolly’s face…

…’Graves’ suddenly spins his body, dragging Dolly to the mat! Side headlock takedown!

TODD: Uh oh! Mat wrestling is ‘Graves’’s best spot to be in!

BAMA: He knows a couple hundred ways to lock in that Fujiwara armbar of his! I believe ‘Graves’ could make a man tap out while locked in a straight jacket and handcuffs!

‘Graves’ latches his arm around Dolly’s skull, before trying to secure control of her wrist!

…But Dolly twists out, rotates her hips, and reaches her feet! Securing ‘Graves in a wristlock!

…And suddenly, she forces her weight down on his back! Twisting his arm up!

The crowd buzzes in disbelief!

TODD: There’s no way! Is Dolly going for a Fujiwara on ‘Graves’!

BAMA: Audacious! Unthinkable!

…’Graves’s eyes widen in surprise as Dolly twists his arm deeper against his back, trying to force the Anarchy champ face-first to the mat…

…Suddenly, ‘Graves’’s free hand reaches out and yanks Dolly’s ankle! Takedown!

…Nope! Dolly releases her grip and somersaults forward!

The crowd leaps to their feet, impressed by another even exchange between the two…

TODD: Wow! We came surprisingly close to seeing Dolly lock the Fujiwara armbar in on its most fervent practitioner!

BAMA: And nothing’s stopping her from trying it again!

…As the crowd cheers, Dolly pinches her fingers together at ‘Graves’, as if telling him how close she just came to having him dead to rights…

…The gravely-serious ‘Graves’... allows himself a half-smile and a respectful clap, acknowledging his opponent…

DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY screams the crowd…

‘Graves’ shakes his arms forward, loosening the muscles as Dolly nods and moves back in. The two engage in a grapple, center of the mat—-

TODD: This isn’t really Dolly’s game here, Bama I’m not sure what she’s think- - -OH!

Dolly fakes through the tie-up, and slithers around ‘Graves’ again, SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE SPINE!

NO!

BAMA: ‘Graves’ as nimble as ever here! He’s turned and caught Waters by the ankle!

Dolly is hopping on that bad right-leg, as ‘Graves’ has ahold of the left— now it’s him wagging a finger at Dolly. He goes for a dragon screw, but as soon as he pulls, Waters leaps in the air with an ENZIGURI!

That ‘Graves’ ducks under!

Waters falls to the mat, and ‘Graves’, without a single beat, hooks that right leg, and locks in a stepover toehold face lock!

But before he’s able to cinch it in fully, Dolly rolls him! ‘Graves’ is on his back, but his hands are still grasped together, locking his forearm under Dolly’s chin. She tries breaking free, but ‘Graves’ is about to roll her over until—-

BAMA: OH BABY! WHAT A COUNTER!

Dolly rolls back, sacrificing a nasty wrench to her neck from ‘Graves’. Both of their legs kicking around, but as soon as Dolly’s toes touch the mat again, she puts ‘Graves’ into a reverse face lock,  his back on the mat still, he immediately thrusts a shoulder up and the two other gator roll for a few revolutions across the canvas before stopping right at the ropes. They each disengage and crawl up to their knees away from one another.

They exchange nods again, but the smiles seem a little fainter. More of a trade of acknowledgments of what’s next to come…

A running discus elbow from Waters!

That ‘Graves’ side steps and… ATOMIC DROP!

His knee blasts into her lower discs!

Dolly stumbles forward toward the ropes, ‘Graves’ is in pursuit looking for a waistlock from behind…

But when he goes forward, Dolly leaps forward off the ropes… looking to set ‘Graves’ up for…

- - - A BACK SPRINGBOARD CUTTER!

TODD: Wow! What a dynamic counter by Dolly! ‘Graves’ walked right into that one!

Dolly crawls around for…

TODD: The first pin attempt!

1!



Quick kick out!!


Graves presses Dolly off of him, and she lands on her feet and immediately runs for the ropes. ‘Graves’ kips up to his feet. He chases after her.

Clothesline!

But Dolly ducks under, shit hits the next set of ropes and clothesline again! This time it - - - is countered!

Dolly leaps, grabbing the arm between her legs and arm drags ‘Graves to the mat, locking a Fujiwara Armb-… no!

‘Graves’ finds his center of gravity, pushing Dolly off toward the ropes! Dolly goes to rebound off of them…

But ‘Graves’ is right behind her! Knee lift STRAIGHT to the ribs!

Dolly doubles over, front-flipping onto her back, clutching her ribs and dry-heaving with the wind knocked out of her!

Ooooooooooooooooh

TODD: Ouch! That counter looked absolutely devastating!

‘Graves’ drops into a cover, grinding an elbow into Dolly’s face as he hooks the leg!

The official counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOPE! Dolly forces a shoulder up!

TODD: Possibly a little frustration mounting on the Anarchy champion’s face here!

BAMA: I get it! Dolly’s fought him like a gnat from the ring of the bell, buzzing at him, never letting up! He’s gotta be thinkin’, what do I got to do to keep her down?!?

As Dolly cradles her ribs, ‘Graves’ yanks her to her feet by the waistband of her tights… ‘Graves’ pulls her backwards into a waistlock…

RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

…

But Dolly backflips onto her feet! The crowd goes nuts!

TODD: Holy COW! The sheer athleticism of the Universal champion! How does she move like that?!?

BAMA: And she ain’t done movin’, Toddrick!

Indeed, as ‘Graves’ kips up onto his feet, Dolly hits the ropes…

‘Graves’ turns around, expecting to see a downed Wat-

WHAM! SHOTGUN DROPKICK!

‘Graves’ gets blasted like he just got hit by a car, across the ring, through the ropes, and on the padded concrete outside the ring!

FUCK ‘EM UP, DOLLY! FUCK ‘EM UP! *clap clap*

TODD: WOW! That dropkick looked like ‘Graves’ got hit by an NFL linebacker!

…Centurion circles the ring, over to ‘Graves’, who’s shaking off cobwebs…

BAMA: Ol’ Cent, clearly lookin’ for an opportunity to give ‘Graves’ a piece of his mind!

…Andy walks over to the Dark Warrior, seemingly looking for a spot to scoop him back into the ring…

…But his eyes narrow… checking ‘Graves’ height against his as ‘Graves’ slowly works his way to feet.

TODD: Cent, I think, a little thrown by the fact ‘Graves’ is four inches shorter than the last time Cent saw him!

‘Graves’ rapidly blinks through his Dark Warrior mask… before realizing who’s next to him.

”Oh. Hey Andy.” The camera picks up.

…Cent squints like… do I know this asshole?

Meanwhile, the official has been counting…

FIVE!

SIX! Dolly waves at her co-revolutionary, like ‘whenever you’re ready to get back to work?’

‘Graves’ immediately rolls back into the ring and the two go into another scrap!

Dolly aims a spinning heel kick!

But ‘Graves’ ducks it, delivering a boot to the stomach! Dolly doubles over, collapsing back… but keeping her footing as one knee reflexively slides under her to keep her going back on the mat!

TODD: ‘Graves’ seems keen to target the Dolly’s solarplexus!

BAMA: There’s a near two-and-a-half decade age gap between Dolly and ‘Graves’! ‘Graves is NEVER gonna keep up with Dolly’s conditioning, so he has to make choices that drain her tank faster! Spoil that natural fuel efficiency that comes with youth!

‘Graves’ snatches Dolly by the arm, driving his head under her shoulder, and wrapping his arms around her waist!

HE LIIIIIIIIIFTS!

NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

TODD: Beautiful rotation there!

The official drops to count!

ONE!

TW-Wait! ‘Graves’ somersaults backwards out of the bridge, while remaining latched onto Dolly’s waist!

BAMA: I will never not appreciate how absurd this trick is! It feels like it’s physically impossible!

‘Graves’ manages… with a heave… to deadlift Dolly off her back!

SECOND NORTHER-...

…Wait! On the way up for the back-to-back, Dolly wraps her legs around ‘Graves’’s waist, latching onto his shoulder!

TODD: There’s life in Dolly yet!

And Dolly slams herself backwards! ARM DDT, smashing ‘Graves’s shoulder against the mat!

Even through the Dark Warrior mask, ‘Graves’’s icy expression melts into one of anguish… He smashes his fist against the mat, as he cradles that arm…

TODD: Meanwhile, Dolly seems keen to attack ‘Graves’’ arm!

BAMA: That accomplishes two things! ONE, it’s gonna make it hard as hell for ‘Graves’ to secure that trademark Fujiwara armbar! Second… it’s gonna soften him up if she wants to keep trying for that Fujiwara herself!

TODD: If Dolly Waters can make ‘Graves’ submit to the Fujiwara armbar… I think this crowd is going to actually riot!

BAMA: What are they gonna do, Toddrick? Tear the roof off this place! There’s no roof!

Dolly stands, panting lightly. She runs and hits the ropes. Baseball slide attack right into ‘Graves’ arm! He lets out an uncharacteristic, almost feral shout of anguish...

Dolly goes to climb back to a vertical base, but ‘Graves’ grabs her by the ankle, sweeping her to the mat! Wham! Dolly’s tripped, landing face first on the canvas!

TODD: oof! It feels like the vibes have changed in the ring a little bit!

BAMA: You ain’ lyin’, Toddy! This felt like a friendly sparring match, now it feels like two alley cats scrapping over a leftover trashbag of yesterday’s fettuccine!

‘Graves’ keeps hold of the ankle, twists his hips and drops a sharp falling elbow into the back of her bad knee. Dolly screams, pounding the mat, and ‘Graves’ rises again- - - another elbNO- - - he abruptly drops Dolly’s leg and starts cradling his arm again, falling over to the mat himself!

[blue]TODD: Ouch! Delayed reaction to using that injured elbow!

BAMA: Ya gotta remember, Dolly and ‘Graves’ are only DAYS removed from getting beaten down by the Corporation! They already don’t feel good! And they’re both the kind of competitors willing to cut their own gut to get a momentary advantage!

‘Graves’ and Waters both slowly recover back to a vertical base, Waters favoring that right leg… ‘Graves’ favoring that arm…

‘Graves’ strikes first… CHOP!

WOOOOOOOOOO!

Dolly CHOPS back!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

‘Graves’ CHOP!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Dolly reels back… and DEAD-ARMS ‘Gravy’ in that weakened arm! ‘Graves’ staggers back, to the ropes, cradling his arm to his chest!

TODD: Dolly is not giving that arm a MOMENT to recover!

‘Graves’ shakes that arm out, cradling onto the top rope…

Dolly charges, looking to clothesline ‘Graves’ over the top rope…

But ‘Graves’ ducks! Dolly hits the ropes, straight into ‘Graves’ arms…

SPINNING SPINEBUSTER SLAM WITH AUTHORITY!

The ring rattles as Dolly rotates around the mat, cradling her spine!

TODD: ‘Graves’ got all of that one! Could ‘Graves’ beat the Universal champion on Anarchy for the second time?!?

‘Graves’ crawls on one arm into the cover, hooking the inside leg!

The official counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Dolly rolls her shoulder off the mat!

BAMA: If Dolly hadn’t been attacking ‘Graves’’s arms, he might’ve reached for the outside leg and this one could be over!

…’Graves’ pounds the mat with his healthy arm, clearly frustration is mounting… Dolly slowly starts to rise…

‘Graves’ grabs Dolly’s leg and drags her backward to the center of the ring… He points to the sky!

TODD: I think ‘Graves’ is going for the Figure Four! Fun Fact: The Figure Four was Mark Flynn’s original submission finisher!

BAMA: Why do you have Mark Flynn trivia in your notes? This is a MICHEAL GRAVES MATCH!

TODD: Allegedly!

‘Graves’ grabs Dolly’s leg and rotates it,giving Dolly his back…

Dolly boots ‘Graves’ in the back, propelling him towards the ropes! ‘Graves’ rebounds off the ropes, leaping high!

DOUBLE BOOT STOMP!

…No! Dolly rolls out the way towards the ropes! She shoves her way to her feet… but ‘Graves’ springs forward, latching in a front facelock…

But Dolly goes low and drives her skull into ‘Graves’’s gut… ‘Graves’, surprised, staggers back, air driven from his lungs!

TODD: These two are absolutely vicious!

BAMA: The Union may be a buncha commies, but they fuckin’ FIGHT!

Both Dolly and ‘Graves’ breathe heavily, Dolly holding the ropes, ‘Graves’ holding his guts in the center of the ring…

Dolly shoves off, charging first, looking for a lariat!

…But ‘Graves’ latches onto the arm, trying to shove Dolly’s face into the mat! FUJIWAR-

…No! Dolly rotates her shoulder and arm drags ‘Graves’…

‘Graves’ somersaults through, skidding across the ring!

Dolly shoves herself off the ropes!

DISCUS LARIAT!

…’Graves’ drops to his back! And kips right back up!

BAMA: I swear ‘Graves’ is aging backwards…

But Dolly keeps running off the missed lariat! She hits the ropes on the other side, ‘Graves’ turns aro-

RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNING WATERS!

TODD: OH MY GOD! RUNNING WATERS FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!

BAMA: OH SHIT! For the first time in almost fifty weeks, is Micheal Graves gonna drop a loss on Anarchy?!?

‘Graves’ is blasted into the ropes, looking like he don’t know which way is up, only that his body’s going down…

Dolly crawls across the ring for a cover…

But, with the last of his wherewithal, ‘Graves’ flops between the bottom and middle ropes, flopping outside the ring!

BAMA: Amazing ring IQ by Gravy! Buying himself some recovery time!

TODD: Not if Andy Cortinovis has anything to say about it!

…’Graves’, coughing and sputtering, crawls weakly onto his knees… he open his eyes… and sees a pair of boots in front of him…

He looks up…

And standing above him is XWF Legend Centurion!

…

”…*sigh*”

”Hey AndEEEEE!”

FWSH! Cent scoops ‘Graves’ to his feet…

THROW HIM IN! THROW HIM IN!

TODD: The crowd is begging Cent to let Dolly finish this one!

Cent cups his ear, playing up the moment, like he’s trying to hear the crowd…

Then, he chucks ‘Graves’ under the ring, near the corner!

JC: This could be it! Dolly might beat the man thought to be unbeatable on Thursday nights!

‘Graves’ weakly crawls to his knees, as Dolly points the air, the crowd clapping in tune with her pointing!

Dolly sprints! RUNNNNNNNNNNNING WATERS!

…

Is dodged! With the last of his strength, ‘Graves’ rolls sideways! Dolly SLAMS, tangled into the turnbuckle!

TODD: What a dodge! I didn’t think ‘Graves’ still had one of those in the tank!

Dolly woozily rotates away from the turnbuckle…

As ‘Graves’ latches on a front face lock!

He HEAVES Dolly into the air!

THE END! (Kenta Kobashi’s Black Crush)

BAMA: BALLGAME!

TODD: Awwww, bad luck for Dolly Waters… no one has kicked out of The End in Micheal Graves’ Anarchy tenure!

BAMA: They call it The End for a reason, Toddrick! Nice try, Dolls! Thanks for playing!

‘Graves’ exhaustedly crawls, dragging one arm forward, latching his weight over Dolly’s OUTSIDE shoulder this time!

The official drops to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

TODD: WHAT?!?

BAMA: WHAT?!?

WHAT?!?

At the last possible moment, Dolly Waters throws the shoulder up!

‘Graves’ eyes go wide as he slumps exhaustedly to the mat!

BAMA: NO WAY! NO WAY! NO… NO GODDAMNED WAY!

TODD: You said it earlier, Bama, ‘Graves’ was thinking it, now this whole arena must be asking… What could possibly put Dolly Waters down?!?

…’Graves’ shakes his head, from the mat, pulling himself up by the bottom rope… then the middle rope! He waves Dolly up, signaling for a second The End!

BAMA: … that’s right! He didn’t get all of it that last time! That was like a half of The End! Maybe only a third! This one’s ending it for sure!

TODD: Looked like he got all of it to me, Bama! Dolly is just riding this crowd’s energy! They gave her the fighting spirit to kick out!

BAMA: … Todd, you’re watching way too much of that ‘a-knee-may’…

Dolly slowly rises to one foot, ‘Graves’ screaming at her to get up!

Dolly does, on jelly legs…

‘Graves’ boots Dolly in the stomach! And hoists her into a front facel-

Dolly latches onto ‘Graves’’s arm, dragging ‘Graves’ face first down to the mat!

FUJIWARA! FUJIWARA ARMBAR!

THE CROWD GOES INSANE!

TODD: FUJIWARA! Dolly has the Fujiwara locked in on ‘Graves’!

BAMA: YOU CALLED IT! YOU CALLED IT, TODDY! OKLAHOMA CITY IS ABOUT TO GO NUTS!

DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY!

‘Graves’ is trapped… his hand shakes… But, Dolly brought him down near the ropes!

TODD: ‘Graves’ can pull off yet another impossible escape… If he can just… reeeeeeeach!

‘Graves’ reaches… He reaches…

His hand shakes!

…

His fingertips extend toward the ropes!

…BUT NO! Dolly extends her legs and kicks off the ropes!

The pair backwards somersault, two feet back!

AND DOLLY PULLS ON THE FUJIWARA TIGHTER! SHE KEPT IT LOCKED IN THROUGH THE ROTATION!

The crowd gets even louder!

TODD: What a maneuver! What technique by Dolly Waters! She’s wrestled the perfect match up to this point! Can she close it?!?

‘Graves’’s arm continues to shake… He bites down on his free-hand, like a coyote trying to gnaw off its own arm to escape a trap!

TODD: ‘Graves’ trying to desperately to send pain signals away from his brain! It’s crazy!

BAMA: And it can’t last! He’s about to tap! Dolly Waters might just have this!

‘Graves’... manhandles his elbow into the mat, elevating his chest!

TODD: NO WAY!

BAMA: HOW IS ‘GRAVES’ NOT GIVING IN?!?

He crawls forward, for the ropes!

He’s a foot away!

Six inches!

TODD: He’s gonna get there!

…NO!

Dolly kicks off the ropes, trying another somersault!

…But this time, ‘Graves’ shoves off the mat, stacking Dolly’s shoulders under his back against the mat!

…And simultaneously, Dolly wraps an arm around ‘Graves’ shoulders, rolling him up!

The official drops to count!

TODD: Wait, whose down?!?

ONE!

BAMA: I think it’s Dolly!

TWO!

BAMA: No, wait! ‘Graves’!

THREE!

…

……

WINNER: ..

…

……

………

WINNER: DRAW

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

TODD: Ohhhhh, the crowd hates a draw!

BAMA: But what an incredible match! What an absolute war between these two competitors!

TODD: Truly a once-in-a-lifetime performance by both our Universal champion AND our Anarchy champion!

After a while, the crowd starts a different chant…

SUDDEN DEATH! SUDDEN DEATH!

…Dolly and ‘Graves’ exhaustedly get up… Before hearing the crowd…

…

Dolly points at the crowd, looking at ‘Graves’...

…

‘Graves’ laughs, and shakes his head…


…Dolly agrees.

AWWWWWWWWWW

After a momentary disappointment, the crowd begins to applaud the incredible showing by both competitors.

Dolly raises ‘Graves’’s arm, and the crowd cheers…

‘Graves’ bows politely…

And then raises Dolly’s arm.

And OKC goes FUCKING LOOOOOOOOOOOOOUD!

REVOLUTION!

TODD: A match-of-the-year candidate for certain! What a match!

BAMA: AND WE’VE STILL GOT ONE MORE TO GO!




Hunched over in the women's locker rubble, Dolly approaches a statuesque figure clad in a blue and white two piece ensemble. A long umber mane draped down the back facing the camera further hiding the woman's identity. It was a poor kept secret and the XWF fans watching knew at the onset who it was. They had only swarmed her profile page more than any superstar on the roster. New and old.

But if there was a casual viewers iin attendance, the animated head movements and Mediterranean growl coming from beneath the hunch was an equal give away.

“Ismene, voúrtsise ta dóntia sou!” Atara snapped to what appeared to be no one at first but then another Grecian accent broke the airwaves. A higher pitched miniature one.

“Ochi!” a child protested.

Atty gasped and hunched further to reach for foot and pulled off a flip flop that disappeared to her front.

“Voúrtsise ta dóntia sou alliós tha fas xýlo!” She snapped again.

“Ochi!”

Atty had started back in a quick and vehement Greek with animated body language to match but before she could get into deep there’s a tap on Atty’s shoulder.

Hey… got a sec?

“Ti!” Atty barked snapping upright and spinning on heel with fiery gaze at her interrupted. Upon seeing Dolly it immediately cooled and when the cameras were noticed it turned to shock.
In one hand she held her cellphone and in the other she held a the flip flop. It took only a split second before Atara shoved them both behind her back.

A sheepish and embarrassed laugh throttles from her lips.

“Dolly! What a surprise..haha….of course, of course, just let me finish something real quick.”

Atty spun around and hunched,  hissed something and tossed the phone and shoe aside before spinning back.

“What's up?”

was wondering… you wanna come back home?

Atty raises an eyebrow

Where yer’ protected from your enemies?

Dolly produces a piece of paper… something legal and binding…

we need your help…

Handing Atara a pen…

and I think you could use our help too


TODD: I think our Universal Champion was just trying to recruit Atara Raven into the Union!

BAMA: That’s what it looked like to me!

TODD: She said that Atara should come home. Do you think she’ll accept the offer?

BAMA: We’ll just have to wait and see, I imagine.



The opening guitar riff the Deftones’ “Kimdracula” hits the arena speakers as multicolored lights pour over the crowd. The lights slowly rotate color in a mesmerizing, psychedelic fashion as the camera pans over the excited crowd. They stand and cheer, partially excited to be on television but also excited because they know that this music signifies that they’re about to be in the presence of an XWF Legend.

Our view shifts to the entrance walkway, which is now blocked by a large pane of glass. On the glass, a name is painted:

THE TRIBE

The viewer only has a moment to take in the glass before the glass explodes towards the camera as a foot kicks through and explodes the whole display!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop.

Aidan Collins is here with Solomon Kline!

The two are decked out in their custom ring gear, putting on a show for the fans. They each make their own moves down the ramp, slapping hands and showing off!

TODD: It still feels surreal watching Aidan Collins here in the flesh in today’s XWF. I remember back when I joined the company over a decade ago, and watching him in the ring before he left!

BAMA: And it looks like he ain’t lost a step, baby! And Solomon Kline, he’s got a lot to prove with that chip on his shoulder, but he looks ready to go compete for gold tonight!

Kline rolls under the ropes whole Collins walks up the ring steps and walks down the apron to the center of the ring. He points out to the crowd before folding his arms in front of himself, giving the crowd ample time to pop off photos with their cell phones.

Aidan enters the ring through the middle rope. He shakes the ring official’s hand, now ready for the contest to begin.


BAMA: You can feel the tension as we wait for the tag champs…

TODD: I can only imagine what must be running through the challengers’ heads in terms of strategy.

…

The entirely epic XTron video of TNGB takes over the arena as the lights dim. A spotlight highlights the ramp, and Thunder Knuckles walks out onto the entrance ramp, hyped and ready to fight, pointing out into the crowd. Behind him, Bobby Bourbon deliberately walks out and stops, also pointing out into the crowd. Both men glance at each other and return their attention to the ring, delivering a no-look fistbump, then in unison point into the ring. The crowd sings along with the song.

*ASSHOLE, DIRTBAG, NO GOOD BASTARDS!*stomp stomp*

TODD: Arguably the greatest tag team in XWF history, Them No Good Bastards never fail to make enemies everywhere they turn. They’ve got a trail of bodies in their wake, and they’re ready to try and make two more.

BAMA: Is it me, or do they look extra mad tonight?

TK slides into the ring and gets up onto a knee, beckoning the crowd as Bobby climbs the steps and enters the ring behind him. TK stands and appeals to the crowd as Bobby raises his arms at 45-degree angles.

Referee N. Sertname looks to both corners to see the legal man, seeing TK and JB staring down from across one another, John psyching himself up for the war he views in front of him, stretching his arms out as he leans towards Thunder Knuckles like a mountain lion preparing to hunt. TK meets him with a steely gaze, focusing more fury and determination than he’s ever mustered up in his entire career.

…

From each of their corners, Thunder Knuckles starts things off for the Bastards, while Aidan Collins looks raring to go for the Tribe.

Collins paces like a predator, his eyes locked on TK—while TK does the opposite, leaning back against the ropes, grinning ear to ear, jawing with some fan in the second row about shitty Oklahoma is.

TODD: Thunder Knuckles loves digging at people, it’s his favorite thing to get in anyone’s head and take up residence!

BAMA: He ain’t wrong, though, Toddy! Oklahoma is a trash state!

The official signals for the start!

DING DING!

ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS © (Knuckles & Bourbon) - vs - THE TRIBE (Collins & Kline) Tag-Team Match

TK shoves off the turnbuckle, like the work bell just rang… raising his hands for a test of strength with Collins. The XWF Legend Blizzard shrugs, he’s down for some old sch-

WHAM! TK brings a hand to slap Blizz across the face!

The crowd boos furiously as TK cackles, smacking his knee like he can’t believe he got Blizz with that.

BAMA: HAH! That’s why ol’ TK’s a DOUBLE champion, Todd! Pure psychological warfare!

TK stands up, pointing and laughing at Bl-

WHAM! Blizz hits TK right under the jaw with a…

EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!

TK’s head snaps back as he staggers into the ropes! Collins launches another one! A third!

TODD: If there was any good will between these teams before the bell rang, I think TK just squashed that!

BAMA: These pairs straight up do not like each other, Toddy, baby!

TK tries to thumbs Collins in the eye… But the veteran blocks it with his right hand!

TK takes Blizz’s momentary shift from offense to defense to hotfoot it towards his corner… With Collins in hot pursuit!

TODD: TK trying to make the first tag of the match… But Collins is clearly still eager to physicall punish TK!

Collins latches TK in a front-facelock, trying to drag him back out of the Bastard’s corner…

But as they jockey for control, Bobby reaches between the top and middle ropes, smacking TK’s hip!

TAG → TK TO BOURBON

TODD: Bourbon just tagged himself in the match! And I don’t think Collins noticed!

BAMA: When you’ve been teaming as long as the Bastards have, you know every single trick in the book!


Collins hauls TK across the ring with an Irish whip… TK rebounds off the ropes…

And on the way back, Collins catches him with a…

CRISP DROPKICK!

TODD: As crisp as a winter breeze, Bama! That’s why they call him Blizzard!

TK rolls backwards to the ropes, clutching his chest… Collins goes to continue the atta-

WHAM! From behind, Bobby Bourbon launches a discomBOBulating Ear Clap that staggers Collins!

BAMA: And so the numbers game begins! Bobby striking to take Collins off his feet and isolate him from his partner!

Collins, working off reflex and heart, shakes off the cobwebs and fires back at Bourbon with a right hand! Bobby eats it with a grin, then slams Aidan with a thunderous…

HEADBUTT! Collins drops flat on his back!

TODD: Good lord! Bobby Bourbon just caved Blizzard’s head int with that strike![/blue]

Bobby drags Aidan by the scruff into the Bastards’ corner and smacks TK’s arm…

TAG → BOURBON TO TK

The champions immediately go to work—Bobby hoists Collins high up in the air for a vertical suplex, holding him upside-down for a good five seconds…

WhenTK leaps off the middle rope with a mid-air dropkick to Aidan’s ribcage!

TODD: Ouch! A tandem maneuver as creative as it is devastating!

BAMA: The Bastards love cooking together, they love scheming together, and they love hurting people together! It’d be touching if it wasn’t so violentyl horrifying to watch in action!

Collins collapses to the mat in a heap, clutching his side. In the Tribe corner, Kline smacks the turnbuckle pad, telling Collins to stay in it!

TK dives on top of Collins for a cover—

ONE!

—but Aidan kicks out with authority!

TODD: Aidan Collins defiant here! Not even letting TK get a two-count!

BAMA: Dumb! The Bastards are letting Blizz BURN out his energy!

The crowd roars as Collins shakes his head, snarling through the pain. He drags himself toward his corner, reaching for Solomon Kline! The Rookie of the Year candidate extends his arm, eager to enter the action…

…

Nope! TK grabs Collins’ ankle and pulls him back to the Bastards’ side, pounding on the challenger with stiff forearms to the back!

TODD: The Bastards aren’t going to make it that easy for Blizz to get a breather! Collins is going to have to endure this early onslaught if the Tribe want to realize their championship dreams.

BAMA: He’s also gonna have to find a way not to get his teeth knocked down his throat, Todd. And frankly? I ain’t likin’ his odds.

TK gloats over the grounded Blizzard, stomping Collins’ hand for good measure! Collins’ face contorts in pain as he cradles his hand!

The crowd begins clapping rhythmically, willing Aidan toward his corner… and Solomon Kline claps along with them!

TK takes a grip on Aidan’s ankle, strutting around the ring like he owns it. He drags Collins toward the Bastards’ corner and reaches a hand to Bobby….

TAG → TK TO BOURBON

TODD: These quick tags are very strategically sound! Guaranteed to keep each bastard fresh and keep Collins in the ring for as long as possible…

TK delivers a vicious CHOP to Blizz’s chest… as Bobby set up like a linebacker in the center of the ring!

BAMA: Oh man… I ain’t even know what the Bastards are planning here, but I can already tell it’s gonna hurt!

TK nods at Bobby as he grabs Blizz’s arm… And slingshot Irish whips Collins out!

Bobby looks for a…

291-POUND SPEAR!

…

BUT BLIZZ LEAPS UP AND OVER! TK’s eyes widen as he ducks under the bottom rope! And Bobby’s face eats middle turnbuckle pad!

TODD: Miscalculation by the Bastards, Bama!

BAMA: Part of that creative violence, Toddrick! Sometimes an experiment blows up in your face!

TK rushes to the apron to grab the tag rope and smack Bobby on the shoulder!

TAG → BOURBON TO TK!

But Collins is already zipping into his corner!

BLIZZ SMACKS SOLOMON’S HAND!

TAG → COLLINS TO KLINE!

TODD: Here he is! Solomon Kline! Second-Generation XWF star and recent X-Treme champion!

BAMA: And he’s lookin’ ready to punish the Bastards for double-teaming his mentor!

The roof blows off as Solomon Kline vaults into the ring, storming straight for Thunder Knuckles! TK tries to grapple Kline…

But Kline barrels him over with a…

DIVING SHOULDER BLOCK! TK dizzily pops up as Kline bounces off the ropes!

BIG CLOTHESLINE! TK nearly does a flip, before landing on his face!

Solomon roars as the crowd roars with him!

Bobby Bourbon storms in illegally—he scoops Kline under the armpits looking for a…

BIG BOY TOSS!

…No! Kline lands on his feet, rebounds off the ropes, and leaps into the air!

ASHES TO ASHES! And Bourbon gets KNOCKED onto his back!

TODD: Listen to this crowd! Solomon Kline is laying waste to the champions!

BAMA: If that boy wants to lock down winning Rookie of the Year? Beating both Bastards would make that award a LOCK for young Kline!

Kline roars, fists clenched, as the Bastards roll to opposite corners trying to regroup.

Solomon Kline paces the ring like a beast unleashed, pounding his chest before charging Bobby Bourbon in the corner. He rips into Bobby with a…

CLOTHESLINE IN THE CORNER!

TK staggers out of his own corner toward Kline—only to get scooped and planted with a…

SPINEBUSTER!

TODD: Solomon Kline is a one-man wrecking crew!

Kline pumps his fist, motioning to Aidan—who cheers from the apron, begging for the tag in.

But Solomon’s not done yet. He latches his hands around Bourbon’s waist as Bobby stumbles off the mat, looking for a Dust to Dust…

…But Bourbon lifts his back, propelling Solomon through the air!

BACK BODY DROP!

TODD: Big air on that one!

BAMA: That’ll knock the salt off ya chewing gum!

Kline cradles his gut after flying through the air…

When TK dives out of the corner, delivering mounted punches on Kline!

Blizz hops through the ropes to support his partner… but the official blocks his entry!

TODD: What’s going on? The official’s letting Kline get assaulted two-on-one, but Blizz can’t join the party!

BAMA: Think ya forgot, Toddrick! TK’s the legal man! Blizz ain’t!

TK wipes the sweat from his forehead, rising over Kline, circling the young phenom like a shark smelling blood….

Kline starts to shove his way off the mat… The moment he’s got a leg off the mat, TK dives in shoulder first!

WHAM! LOW CHOP BLOCK!

Solomon roars in pain as TK goes right back to mounted punches and stomps, working the leg relentlessly.

BAMA: THAT is what makes TK so good! Those targeted attacks, weakening the leg… like watching dark clouds roll in, just before the… THUNDAH STRIKE!

As the official finally gets Blizz back to his team’s corner, Bobby claps! And steps through the ropes without touching TK…

TODD: Wait, was that a tag? TK and Bobby didn’t even make a contact!

BAMA: Official didn’t see it, though! What do you think, Graphics Department?

TAG → TK TO BOURBON!

BAMA: Thank ya kindly, Graphics Department!

Aidan Collins is beside himself on the apron, shouting for Kline to fight back, pounding the turnbuckle in rhythm as the crowd claps along.

Bourbon gingerly scoops Solomon off the mat… before hoisting him into the air!

BIG BOY TOSS! Kline flies through the air like a sack full of restaurant garbage, landing in a heap near a neutral corner of the ring!

Bourbon pretends to dab at imaginary sweat on his forehead and immediately tags TK back in…

TAG → BOURBON TO TK!

TK grasps the ropes, prepping for a sprint… Thunder Knuckles JOLTS across the ring! He leaps!

DOUBLE BOOTED STOMP onto Kline’s chest!

Kline’s tongue extends as pain sears his ribs!

TK drops down and covers him, counting along himself.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

TODD: …DId TK just count his own pin? That’s not… that’s not an option, right?

BAMA: Don’t know until you try, Toddrick!

The official shakes off TK’s count and pats the mat!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NO!

Kline launches him off with a power kickout that sends TK off him.

TODD: Kline’s not going down that easy!

BAMA: The more he fights back, the more the Bastards are gonna enjoy savor the flavor of breaking him down!

TK looks down with a sneer, surprised Kline still has this much fight in him. He backs up into his corner and the Bastards trade tags once more!

TAG → TK TO BOURBON!

The Bastards drag Kline up again, pushing him into their corner. Bobby grips Kline’s arms behind his back… while TK peppers him with jabs to the ribs, then a nasty open-hand slap across the face that echoes through the arena.

TODD: HOW IS THIS LEGAL?!?

BAMA: C’mon, Todd! You know on tags, the partners has til five!

Blizzard continues smacking the top turnbuckle as the crowd smacks it with him, desperate to get the Tribe back in this match!

The moment the official gets to four, TK dives back onto the apron!

…And then reaches over the ropes to  smack Bobby’s shoulder!

TAG → BOURBON TO TK!

TODD: These constant tags between Bastards are effectively making this a handicap match!

BAMA: Completely within the rules, Toddrick! Don’t like it, call your congressman!

Bobby continues to hold Kline’s arms behind his back as  TK climbs to the middle rope…

BAMA: Get ready, Toddrick! The weather report’s calling for Thunder from above!

Kline, in Bobby’s grip, thrashes back and forth… before RIPPING out of Bobby’s grip!

Bobby, surprised, back-pedals into his corner! And knocks the turnbuckle pad!

TK wobbles on the ropes, his balance shot, coming off the turnbuckle…

Kline catches TK MID-FALL!

AND SPINS INTO A THUNDEROUS POWERSLAM!

The crowd explodes!

TODD: What a counter from Kline! This could be the break The Tribe needs!

BAMA: Don’t let him tag, you Bastards!

Solomon drags himself toward the corner, crawling on elbows and knees, his hand outstretched toward Aidan Collins who’s pacing like a caged animal on the apron.

…Bobby tries to charge out of the corner, grabbing Kline by the ankle!

BAMA: Oh thank goodn-

…But Solomon slips out of Bourbon’s grip! Kline dives to his corner!

TAG TO AIDAN COLLINS!

TAG → KLINE TO COLLINS!

The crowd erupts as XWF LEGEND AIDAN COLLINS vaults over the ropes! Bobby puts his dukes up…

RUNNING KNEE straight to Bobby’s jaw knocks him onto his ass!

TK staggers to his feet, looking for a BIG LARIAT!

But Collins ducks under, springboards off the ropes—springboard back elbow that takes TK down!

TODD: The weather report just got updated and we’re in for a BLIZZARD covering the ring!

Bobby shoves off the mat looking for a…

BIG BOOT!

But Collins side-steps again, latching a grip on Bourbon’s wrist… He spins him out as he winds up!

RIPCORD INTO A DISCUS LARIAT! Bourbon crumples to the mat as Aidan pops back up, rallying the crowd with a wild grin.

The crowd is deafening.

TODD: The Tribe are running roughshod over the champions! We could be looking at NEW Anarchy Tag Team Champions tonight!

BAMA: Don’t say it, Todd! Don’t you dare jinx it!

TK looks up towards the action with a gruesome visage, blood smearing down his forehead! The referee gasps in horror as he quickly leans down to check on him!

TODD: We got the scars of war in here tonight! TK looks like he’s practically on dream street!

BAMA: He might’ve gotten concussed! Good on the ref for trying to make sure he’s okay!

Blizzard doesn’t let up on the gas, however, hoisting up Bobby and holding him in ripcord position once more! Kline nods as he runs off the ropes!

AND LEAPS!





BOURBON LEANS OVER WHILE KICKING HIS LEG BACK FOR A LOW-BLOW TO COLLINS!

RIGHT AS KLINE’S ELBOW CONNECTS ONTO COLLINS’ SKULL!

BAMA: What timing! Bourbon just turned the tables just like that!

TODD: Kline looks like he just just accidentally committed murder!

Bourbon slumps forward onto all fours, sweat pouring from his body as Kline gasps aloud, leaning over to check on Collins. Collins gives a shaky nod back, and Kline turns around to try and put the boots back to Bourbon!

But Bourbon rises up with a thumb to the eye as he grits his teeth! He claps both hands around Kline’s neck - AND THROWS HIM OUT OF THE RING WITH A BIG BOY TOSS!

TODD: Bobby Bourbon just threw Kline out of the ring like he was a damn football!

BAMA: He took his eyes off the prize for too long, baby!

TODD: So did the ref… with such strangely convenient timing…

As Bourbon turns around though, he gets nailed with a strong right hand from Aidan Collins, who’s right back on his feet! Another right hand! Another! Another!

TODD: Collins trying to keep the match alive for his team!

BAMA: Well, he better look behind him!

Blizzard tries for one more punch before he could set up for a big move, but the punch is caught from behind! Thunder Knuckles is back on his feet!

Bourbon gets back to his own feet as the two nod at each other and throw a haymaker in unison!

SKULLBUSTER SPECIAL!

TODD: Those haymakers might have just knocked Aidan Collins loopy there!

BAMA: Yeah, he’ll be feeling that one tomorrow, I assure you!

TODD: What happened to being upset that TK might have been concussed a moment before?

BAMA: In a title match, Toddy, you gotta bring your A-Game, or you’re gettin’ stomped!

Blizzard slumps against Bourbon’s form, who proceeds to scoop him up high and hold him in vertical suplex position!

TK quickly scales the turnbuckle as he and Bourbon nod at each other!

TK LEAPS AND GRABS BLIZZARD’S LEG WHILE BOBBY FALLS!


Rainbow Laser Death Sequence!


TK ROLLS OVER COLLINS FOR THE PIN!


ONE!



TWO!



THREEEEEEEEEEEE!

Winners and STILL Anarchy Tag Team Champions: THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS!

As the referee awards the Bastards with their belts, both Bourbon and TK snatch them away as they angrily glare at the ref. They raise them high, basking in the boos.

TODD: It was a hard-fought match, that was to say the least. I was almost certain the Tribe was about to pull out a win towards the end…

BAMA: They mighta almost done it, but baby, ‘almost’ only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, and we ain’t seeing either out here!

TODD: But we’ll be certain to see the Tribe looking for revenge soon, just like many other teams the Bastards might have crossed!

As Kline rolls into the ring to check on Blizzard, the Bastards roll out, holding their titles high above their heads as they walk to the back, and Anarchy fades to black.

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