Todd: Well, folks, as we’re getting settled in here, we’re about to get going with our Revolution title defense. Only one problem here, though… uh… we’re getting word from backstage that no one can get in contact with Jake Borden?
Bama: What?! Does he even know what he’s passing up on, baby?! This is the opportunity of a lifetime!
Todd: We’re gonna try and get you some updates as they’re coming along, people, but in the meantime our Revolution champion is coming out now…
The opening riff of The Hangman's Body Count by Volbeat starts to play throughout the arena as the lights dim. Several red and purple laser lights envelope the stage as Matthias Syn casually walks through the curtain. As he steps onto the stage, he stops and acknowledges the crowd by stretching both arms forward while touching his balled up fists together. After several seconds he begins to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring, not allowing the fans to touch him. He slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet and poses on the ropes. As he drops down from the ropes he takes off his red leather shearling coat, hands it to the ring girl and stands in the middle of the ring.
Todd: Syn not even bothering to sit on the turnbuckle like he normally does, he knows what’s going on here.
Bama: That boy wants that forfeit victory and he wants it now! Like a real coward would!
Todd: Well, be that as it may, we’re not getting any updates as to Jake Borden’s location backstage…
As silence washes over the Staples Center, Matthias Syn cackles, knowing there’s no sign at all of Jake. He stretches his arms out wide, taking in the peace and quiet that lasts for only a minute as the fans begin to boo him. However, as the boos continue to rain down, a figure starts cutting through the audience, to much murmurs…!
The figure hops over the barricade! He slides in the back of the ring! Syn’s still focused on the ramp ahead of him! That gives the figure enough of an opening to line up - SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF MATTHIAS SYN’S HEAD!
Bama: What the- who is that?! They just knocked the Revolution champion damn near out cold!
The figure straightens themselves, their hoodie hiding them from the masses as they reach up to tug the hood down…
IT’S CYPH3R?!
Todd: What is CYPH3R doing out here?! He’s not scheduled for this match! Jake Borden beat him and the others fair and square at Snow Holds Barred!
Bama: I got no idea, baby, but he hit that Headshot all over Matthias! And it looks like he’s shouting for the ref to go ring the bell!
A loud argument ensues in the ring between CYPH3R and the referee! The ref is trying to resist just going along with CYPH3R’s demands, but CYPH3R is threatening to try and lunge for him! The referee nearly jumps out of his boots as he gets out of the ring!
CYPH3R scoffs, shaking his head as he tries to turn back towards Matthias Syn, who comes back to life just enough to try for a LEG LARIAT!
CYPH3R GETS SENT BACK INTO THE CORNER, BUT SYN IS SLOW TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET! CYPH3R RECOVERS FASTER, ATTACKING THE KNEELING SYN WITH A DROPKICK!
Todd: This is bringing a new meaning to ‘educated feet’...
Bama: We need to get some order out here! Is this match happening or not?
CYPH3R shouts outside the ring one last time to the referee who’s sitting out there, who hesitates… but then finally motions for the bell to be rung!
Matthias Syn©
- vs -
JAKE BORDEN
CYPH3R???
Best 2 out of 3 Falls! |
Bama: This is happening after all!
Todd: Easy to be forced to go along with it when you got a psycho like CYPH3R threatening you like that…
CYPH3R drags Syn over to the center of the ring, grabbing at him by the hair to bring him back up to a kneeling position… and kicks him right in the chest! Again! And again! And again! And again! And again! And again! These kicks are dropping like mortars all over Syn’s chest, and the fans boo in unison with every single one that’s getting delivered!
CYPH3R backs up, readying himself… looking for another lethal kick to the head!
SYN DUCKS! CYPH3R SPINS AROUND, DIZZY ON HIS FEET AS HE COMES BACK UP TO HIS FEET! HOOKS BOTH ARMS - BACKSLIDE DRIVER SENDS CYPH3R COMING DOWN RIGHT ON HIS NECK!
THE REFEREE TRIES TO COUNT THE PIN!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
KICKOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!
Bama: Too close for comfort there!
Todd: I can still hardly believe this is happening…
Bama: Neither can I, baby…
Both men come back onto their feet around the same time, but CYPH3R tries to go for the kill shot first! He spins, pivoting his feet, trying to go for a spinning roundhouse to the skull!
But Syn ducks it though! CYPH3R keeps spinning, and Syn tries to spin with him to go for a swinging reverse cutter! CYPH3R manages to squirm his way out in time, though… SPINNING HEEL KICK DROPS THE CHAMP ONTO HIS KNEES!
Syn’s on all fours! CYPH3R sees his chance to try and get the first fall as he runs the ropes-
Now wait just a damn minute!
Todd: That’s the Bashmaster!
The fans pop big-time as the voice of their Anarchy GM finally starts to boom over the loudspeakers! Barry Masterson comes out from backstage, his face settled deep into a scowl as he looks at the mayhem that’s going on out in the ring!
Gentlemen… I’m so happy you decided to take it upon yourselves to give these people the opening match for tonight’s contest… but one thing is for sure…
Bashmaster points right at CYPH3R in the middle of the ring!
You are NOT who I booked in this match! I don’t know what the Hell you did to Jake Borden, but we’re gonna find out, and until then, this charade is not going to be permitted to continue!
Big pop from the crowd!
Bama: The paying people wanted to see Jake Borden try and do the impossible!
Todd: Impossible? I’d have argued what he already did these past few shows could have been considered ‘impossible…’
The Bashmaster continues as he brings the microphone to his lips again.
So! Until we figure out what the Hell is going on, and I give you all with some more updates, I have no choice but to render this little impromptu match…
A no-contest!
Good day to you all!
The Bashmaster walks off, leaving CYPH3R on the ropes hollering after him! He’s red in the face and trying to argue his case, but it’s no use! His hands sink into his hair, threatening to pull it all out as he backs up…
RIGHT INTO MATTHIAS SYN’S GRASP!
SYNTHESIS!!!!!!!!
Bama: Syn just dropped CYPH3R right on his head! If that ain’t karma getting delivered, baby, I don’t know what is!
Todd: Never thought I’d be somehow supporting Matthias Syn in all of this. But still, one question is still lingering on everyone’s minds for sure - what the Hell happened to Jake Borden?
The question continues to linger as Anarchy rolls on…
James Shark is seen pacing around backstage. It looks like he is talking to himself. As the camera gets closer to him, his words can be picked up. He’s clearly rehearsing his lines for his court day that is only days away.
Shark: “Your honor… I was just trying to… I just… Harley is an evil, manipulative whore alright? Y’all going to punish me for trying to be a father!?”
He continues pacing before stopping in his tracks and sighing deeply.
Shark: “Ugh… I ain’t gonna lie, I’m going to get cooked.”
He shakes his head and looks off into the distance, suddenly his eyes light up with excitement. The camera slowly pans around to see what’s caught his eye and it’s none other than Summer Page. She can be seen walking down the hallways with Craig Barton. The two of them walk up to an elevator and press the ‘up’ button.
Shark: “HIIIIIIT ME LIKE A RAY OF SUUUUUUUN”
Summer and Craig jump up a bit clearly startled by Shark’s loud voice. They both turn around and see him standing behind them with his hands behind his back as he serenades Summer.
Shark: “BURNIN’ THROUGH MY DARKEST NIIIIIIIIIIGHT”
Both Summer and Craig look annoyed instantly. This is the first time Summer has even seen Shark in-person as she was able to easily ignore him on social media, but now he had them cornered.
Summer looks over her shoulder, clearly hoping the elevator doors would just open already.
Shark: “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT I WAAAANT, THINK I’M ADDICTED TO YOUUUR LIGHTTTT.”
Craig: “....Is that… Beyonce? Stop it dude, you’re ruining her.”
Shark: “SHUT THE FUUUCK UP CRAIIIIG, SUMMER IS EVERYTHING I NEED AND MOREE”
The camera zooms into Summer’s face who tries her best to look serious but as Shark’s voice cracks she can’t help but laugh at him, she quickly covers her face as she doesn’t want to give him any wrong ideas. But it’s too late, he sees it and starts pointing.
Shark: “IT’S WRITTEN ALL OVER HER FAAAAACE, BABY I CAN FEEL YO’ HALOOO”
Shark reveals what is behind his hand and gives Summer a bouquet of roses. She rolls her eyes and looks away, not willing to accept them. Shark instantly frowns, offended.
Shark: Spoiled as hell man, at least you got a nickname that suit you unlike the dork I’m facing tonight. Y’know how much I fuckin’ paid for these roses!?”
“Hey give that back!”
A sweet, innocent voice is heard coming towards them, they all turn to see a boy scout reaching for the roses. Craig looks over to see where the little boy had come from and sees a table nearby with a sign that indicates the boy was giving away Valentines Day Roses for donations, it’s clear Shark stole everything the little boy had without giving any donations.
Craig: “Wow. Stealing from little kids!? You set a new low for yourself every day, don’t you Shark?”
Craig snatches the box of roses from Shark’s hands and gives it back to the boy, he also gives the boy a ton of cash for all the hassle caused. Shark crosses his arms tightly, staring at Summer but she’s giving him no attention.
Shark: Summer I know you want me, you just playin’ hard to get.
Craig: I think she’s just disgusted, she’s never had a crackhead this close to her.
Shark: Man SHUTUP Simp Mcgee. Shouldn’t you be glued to your phone postin’ half naked pics of her or something? It’s like every hour you do that tired shit, right? Fuckin’ loser… she can speak for herself.
Craig smirks and shrugs his shoulders.
Craig: No, no, you’re right, she can.
Craig turns to Summer.
Craig: Babe, what do you think of Shark?
Shark’s eyes flicker with excitement again, Summer finally makes eye contact with him but it’s only for a moment before another eye roll. She then looks at Craig.
Summer: I don’t think of him at all.
Shark’s mouth drops open in disbelief, Craig laughs out loud and Shark begins to frown.
‘Ding’ Finally the elevator doors open. Summer and Craig step in while Shark stands there, his mouth still open. He then realizes something as the elevator doors begin to close.
Shark: Ayo wait. You hear that? I’m living rent free in her subconscious mind. I win Craig, fuck you!!!
Craig gives Shark the finger just as soon as the elevator doors close. Shark stands there and shakes his head. Just like his appearance on Warfare, he sees a trash can nearby and kicks it as hard as he can. However when he does, a bunch of Justin York t-shirts and merch fall out of it.
Shark: HAHAHA… damn. That’s tough.
He walks away but not before glaring at the boy scout and muttering ‘tattle tale’ at him.
"Forgotten" by The Plot In You plays throughout the arena. The lights go out. Once the beat drops, a spotlight shines on the entryway, where SOLOMON KLINE appears inside the light, clad in a black hoodie over his ring gear and kneeling on his right knee. As the lyrics come in, he stands, removes his hood and surveys the crowd as sparks rain down around him. He grooves his way toward the ring, and high fives fans along the way. He circles the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He continues rocking out to the song and at the 1:50 mark, he goes to the turnbuckle with a primal scream as the lyrics say "I have spent my life chasing things that have only brought me pain. In the end when I'm dead, hope it was for something!"
Todd: Solomon Kline is here! Can you believe this is his first singles match?
Bama: Ever? No, I wouldn’t believe that, Todd. But I’m sure you meant here in the XWF, right?
Todd: Right you are, Bama. He looks very determined to get his first win here.
He returns to the ring and readies himself for the match.
The arena lights dim as the sound of thunder rolls through the speakers, followed by the steady rhythm of traditional Samoan drums. His theme song then hits as a burst of red pyro explodes out in a quick fashion and Maui comes out to the top of the ramp, flexing with a smug grin as if he owns the planet.
Todd: It’s Tagaloa time!
Bama: Yes, Maui Tagaloa is here in his debut match for the XWF!
He makes his way down the ring, rolling his shoulders and bouncing his pecs as he approaches the ring. He stares at it a bit, then jumps onto the apron in one leap and gets inside, walking in circles like an angry pit looking for its meat. He pulls on the ropes, then walks to the center of the ring, readying for the match.
Insert match graphic here.
SOLOMON KLINE
- vs -
MAUI TAGALOA
|
The referee calls for the bell and the two men stand face-to-face in the center of the ring. They stand eye-to-eye, both men at 6’6”, but Maui has a 60-lb weight advantage on Solomon Kline.
Todd: Nice of Maui Tagaloa to actually show up to work this week, Bama.
Bama: Todd, you wouldn’t say that to his face. Right?
Todd: No, I would not. I also probably wouldn’t say he looks way over 25 or that he reminds me of a certain XWF Legend either. He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?
Bama: No, he is not. Are you even watching?
Maui steps up to Solomon and the two men go forehead to forehead as Maui talks trash. Maui pushes Solomon, causing him to stubble backward. Solomon pushes Maui back. He barely moves and shakes it off. Maui certainly has a power advantage. Maui chops Solomon. Solomon chops back. The two trade chops a few times until Solomon starts to teeter. Maui runs against the ropes and runs full force toward Solomon, who uses his momentum to hit a big powerslam! Maui doesn’t stay down for long as he gets up and yells at Solomon.
Todd: Solomon caught the big man by surprise there!
Bama: Yes, and it looks like Maui is not too happy about it.
Todd: I’d wager to guess that man isn’t too happy about ANYTHING.
Maui answers back by whipping Kline into the corner. He rushes into the corner and catches Kline with a clothesline! He starts barraging Kline with punches to the gut. He swings a punch to the face, but Kline ducks underneath, getting behind his opponent and wraps his arms around Maui’s waist from behind. Kline lifts and holds Maui up, showing off his power, before slamming him with a release German suplex. Kline quickly goes for the pin.
One…
Tw…kickout!
Todd: Close one there, I really thought he had it!
Bama: You’re gonna need to do more than that to put down the big Samoan!
Both men are back on their feet. They exchange punches and then Maui Irish whips his opponent, who grabs onto the top rope, stopping his momentum. Maui charges Kline and hits him with a big boot, sending him over the top rope to the outside! Maui steps through the ropes and leaps off, connecting with a big flying elbow to Kline on the outside of the ring. Tagaloa walks over to ringside, where he sees a fan. He looks closely as the fan stands up and stands tall over Maui Tagaloa. It’s Crimson Kline!
Todd: Bama, it’s XWF classic alumnus “Crazy” Crimson Kline! Solomon’s father is in attendance tonight!
Bama: XWF original or not, tonight he’s here as a fan, so he’d better not get involved.
As Maui Tagaloa stares at Crimson Kline, he starts jaw-jacking and challenging Kline to try something. Bam! Solomon Kline hits Maui from behind with a Polish hammer, right in between the shoulder blades! Maui slowly turns, shifting his focus off one Kline and onto another. The referee reaches the count of 4 as the two competitors battle it out at ringside. Maui wraps his arms around Kline and lift him up for a bear hug. He is squeezing hard as the referee counts to 6. 7. 8. Kline hits Maui with dual chops to either side of his neck and sprints back into the ring. 9! Maui shakes off the cobwebs and slides under the bottom rope.
Todd: That was a close one!
Bama: Yeah, a real nailbiter. It’s a good thing the elder Kline didn’t try anything. He should know better.
Todd: Yes, a veteran like Crimson Kline knows he could have gotten his son disqualified, but even without doing anything, he certainly caused the big Samoan to be distracted for a moment. I don’t see his dad in the crowd tonight.
Bama: Are you telling me you know what Maui’s dad looks like? Was he also a former wrestler?
Todd: Bama, I have no earthly idea. I’m just talking out of my ass.
Bama: As per usual.
Back in the ring, Kline Irish whips Tagaloa and he rebounds off the ropes. Upon his return, Kline tosses him up and bam! Ashes to Ashes! Kline hits Maui with his signature move, a pop-up forearm to the face. Maui collapses into a heap on the mat. But Solomon is not done. He climbs the top rope and aims at his opponent.
Todd: This might be a mistake from the big man.
Bama: I don’t know, Todd. Give it a chance!
Kline leaps off with a frog splash! He connects! With Maui Tagaloa’s knees. Maui gets his knees up at the last second and rolls up Solomon with a school boy pin.
1…
2…
Kline kicks out! Maui gets to his feet and stands over his opponent, lifting up with a gutwrench. He heaves Kline up onto his shoulders and hits a powerful Samoan drop! He locks in an armbar and pulls tightly. Solomon wriggles and winces in pain as the referee gets down to check on the submission. With anger in his face, Maui pulls back harder, bending Kline’s left arm unnaturally. In the crowd, Crimson Kline stands, yelling at the referee! Solomon shifts his weight and uses his legs to crawl toward the ropes. He reaches out with his fingers on his right hand, just enough to grasp the bottom rope. Rope break!
Kline grabs his left arm in agony as Maui returns to his feet. Like a predator stalking his prey, Maui paces around the fallen Kline. Maui pulls his opponent to his feet and whips him into the ropes once more. He runs a different direction and comes off the ropes, full speed toward Kline. He cracks him hard with the Tidal Wave! A devastating pounce! Maui goes for the pin.
One…two…No! Kline just barely gets his foot on the bottom rope, causing a rope break. Maui gets frustrated and grabs the leg Solomon put on the rope and starts stomping on it repeatedly. Solomon kicks him to the back of the leg with his other leg. He continues, like chopping down a tree, until Maui lets go. Solomon stumbles to his feet.
Solomon runs toward Maui and Maui pops him up and catches him in powerbomb position. He spins! Could it be! The Volcanic Erup…no! Kline reverses, using his momentum against him to hit a hurricanrana! Into a pin! 1…kickout!
Todd: Good lord! The man is not human! He kicked out at one!
Bama: Yes and did you see how Solomon Kline got out of the Volcanic Eruption? Incredible.
The fans start chanting: Fight forever! Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap! Fight forever!
BUT THAT'S WHEN KLINE HITS DUST TO DUST!
The shocking Vertebreaker catches Maui out of nowhere!
Kline hooks the leg
1!
2!!
3!!!
Fireworks burst all around the X-Tron!
Razor Blade comes out wearing his American Nightmare outfit. Blade lifts his arms in the air and fist pumps as the crowd cheers!
“When Not Like Most Girls” hits. Latoya Hixx bursts onto the stage, spreading her arms wide open! Hixx walks straight down the ramp towards the ring!
TODD: American Storm came surprisingly close on Warfare to winning their first tag-title match!
BAMA: Slight overstatement there, Toddrick. They BRIEFLY tricked Madison Dyson into thinking they were scrappin’ for a single digit number o’ seconds.
TODD: Still, it was impressive! And American Storm does have an advantage on most teams in this tournament! Experience as a team! Most other duos are coming into this having never teamed up before! American Storm have been battling together for over a year now!
…
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: If we’re talking about competitors that *could* outdo American Storm though? Ya gotta mention Atara Raven! She beat Latoya Hixx handily last Anarchy! Preventing Latoya from beating her and then challenging James Shark for the Telev-
BAMA: STOP IT, TODD.
…
Marisol also enters, and it’s the full entrance with the Taylor Swift, including all the lyrics and it’s great.
TODD: Man, that’s a lengthy entrance! Marisol Vilaro is one of the most impressive recent acquisitions on Anarchy! She’s won matches over talents like XWF Triple Crown champion, Mastermind! But can she score her first championship gold on Anarchy with a legend like Atara Raven!
The American Storm
LATOYA HIXX & RAZOR BLADE
- vs -
ATARA RAVEN & MARISOL VILARO
Bashmaster Classic Semi-Final
2k Team Collab |
The bell rings as Razor Blade and Atara Raven circle each other. Razor smirks, cracking his neck with an air of cocky amusement, while Atara keeps a calm, calculating gaze, her fists raised in a pankration stance. Razor lunges forward for a lock-up, his arms tense with anticipation, expecting to overpower her.
Atara, her eyes flickering with quick recognition of his intent, pivots to the side, narrowly avoiding his grasp. Her lips press together in focus as she fires a sharp leg kick to his thigh, Razor’s muscle rippling from the impact.
BAMA: Be-yoo-tiful Kick!
Razor’s face seizes, agonized! As Atty circle-steps around him to avoid his grapple attempt, and claps once in the air, like a matador!
OPA!
OPAAAAA! The crowd calls back!
TODD: The XWF Universe LOVES Atara Raven!
BAMA: Opa, bay-bee!
Razor’s face contorts, more irritated than pained, and he shakes out his leg, trying to keep his balance.
As Atty rotates back toward facing her opponent, Blade charges! He swings for a clothesline, his expression flashing with urgency, but Atara ducks under… And charges the ropes the opposite direction!
TODD: Both these two are accelerating!
Razor and Atty both bounce of the ropes! Headed straight toward each other!
Atty leaps into a flying crossboy, her body coiled with explosive energy. Raven crashes into Blade!
…
Razor barely stumbles! Catching her in midair! His lips curl into a smirk—mocking. Atara’s eyes widen slightly as she realizes she’s caught.
TODD: Oh dear! Incredible reflexes by Blade putting on the brakes to get his feet set, prepared to counter Atty’s crossbody!
His smirk vanishes, replaced by a sharp glare of focus. He catches her mid-air, grips tightening, and slams her down with a Snap Powerslam!
Atara gasps, her body arching in pain, her hands instinctively reaching for her lower back. Razor sits up, a self-satisfied grin creeping back onto his face as he pops up to his feet, flexing to the crowd.
BAMA: Dang! Blade looks sharp out there! For once, maybe American Storm might be the favorite out here!
Blade yanks Atara up, his fingers digging into her arm as he hoists her up for a Vertical Suplex, his muscles straining with effort but steady…
…
Keeeeeer
ASSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX!
Raven’s limbs splay out, her breaths coming in short, pained bursts!
Razor floats over with perfect form, before hooking Raven’s leg!
1!
2!
THR-NO! Atty forces the shoulder!
Razor lets out a sharp exhale, nodding to himself in approval, before turning toward Latoya Hixx, extending his hand with a commanding nod.
Razor TAGS Hixx!
TODD: Razor showing surprising composure so far in this match!
BAMA: What’s there to get mad about, Toddy? American Storm is runnin’ wild so far!
Latoya’s eyes flash with confidence as she steps through the ropes. Atara, face tight with discomfort, blinks rapidly, her fingers clawing at the canvas as she tries to push herself up.
As Raven looks up off the mat… she sees Latoya coming… And tries to scramble into her corner!
TODD: Oh dear! Atty wanting nothing to do with Latoya Hixx!
BAMA: Remembering their last match, Atara’s trying to dodge a Latoya Hixx spinebuster, or she’ll get trapped in that time loop where she gets slammed over and over again!
Atty reaches out to tag Vilaro! Vilaro stretches over the rope…
…
BUT LATOYA SNATCHES ATTY’S WRIST!
TODD: American Storm is in the driver’s seat!
Atty desperately reaches out… She’s inches from Vilaro’s hand…
Hixx cranks her neck with a condescending grin…
When, suddenly, Latoya yanks her backward and whips her into the American Storm corner with authority!
WHAM! The ring ropes shift and quake as Atara’s back crashes into the turnbuckles!
BAMA: Ouch!
Atara’s chest rises and falls sharply, her teeth gritted as pain surges through her spine.
Latoya’s lips curl into a knowing grin as she steps back, rolling her shoulders before charging forward with a Corner Splash.
Atty tries to shove her way out of the corner… But Blade grabs her by the hair from behind!
TODD: Hey! That’s cheating!
BAMA: Effective cheating!
Atara’s eyes widen a fraction of a second before impact—then she’s crushed beneath Latoya’s weight, her arms weakly draping over the top ropes.
By the time the official’s in the corner, Blade already released Atara’s hair… Raven flops down to the midturnbuckle!
Latoya lets out a self-satisfied chuckle, placing a hand on her hip as she watches Atara slump downward, her face twisted in discomfort.
TODD: Oh dear! It looks like Hixx is thinking about putting this one away!
Atty crawls out of the corner… As Latoya bends down to grab Atara again, ready to scoop her into powerbomb position… Atara’s expression sharpens—flickering with recognition of an opening.
Raven… crawls straight through Hixx’s legs!
TODD: Incredible move by Raven! She’s got nothing but open field between her and her corner!
Raven scrambles on all-fours to dive for her corner…
But Hixx reaches down, wrapping her arms around Atty’s leg!
BAMA: Phew! Close call for American Storm!
Hixx turns around, clutching Raven’s leg, trying to backpedal back to her corner…
When Atty drives her knee forward STRAIGHT INTO HIXX’S GUT!
Hixx doubles-over…
And Atty leaps into the air, latching a front-facelock around Hixx’s head…
Before launching herself backwards toward the mat!
Desperation DDT!
TODD: WOW! What-a-maneuver by Atara Raven! She might have just turned the whole match around with that one!
WHAM! Latoya’s body spikes into the mat, her face twisting in shock as she rolls onto her back, blinking rapidly, trying to process the reversal.
Atara groans, dragging herself toward her corner, her face taut with pain but her eyes locked on Marisol Vilaró, who’s leaning over the ropes, arm outstretched, her expression burning with anticipation.
Latoya shakes the cobwebs out, as she angrily pushes herself off the mat, reaching to stop Atty…
…
Just as Atty TAGS Mari!
BAMA: Here she comes, Toddy! The gin-u-wine CEO of #VilaroFit!
Marisol explodes into the ring, her eyes gleaming with determination as she sprints toward Latoya, who’s just gotten back to a vertical base, her brows furrowed in disorientation. Before Latoya can react, Marisol leaps and snaps a jumping Enzuigiri into her temple!
BAMA: Wow! How many exercise tapes you gotta watch before you can do that?!?
Latoya’s head jerks to the side from the impact of the Enzuigiri, her body momentarily freezing in place before she stumbles backward, her arms weakly flailing to keep balance. Marisol’s lips curl into a confident smirk, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of control.
Hixx shoves herself forward angrily, going for a clothesline!
SWING!
…
And a miss! Vilaro effortlessly dips under it, into a flawless yoga bridge, before raising herself back up to a vertical base!
TODD: Vilaro is amazing!
BAMA: And you can be too, Toddy! For only ten easy payments of $19.95…
Hixx squints surprised, and Mari does not waste her opponent’s hesitation! Mari boots Hixx’s in the stomach and hooks into a front facelock…
WHAM! SNAP SUPLEX!
Latoya grunts as her back arches off the mat, her face twisted in discomfort. Marisol cwastes no time, rolling onto her knees and clapping her hands together, playing to the crowd, her chest heaving with adrenaline. But before she can fully capitalize, movement from the corner catches her eye—Razor Blade storms into the ring, his face a mask of frustration.
TODD: Uh oh! Razor detecting things swinging out of his team’s favor and moving to counteract Miss #VilaroFit!
Marisol’s smirk falters for just a moment before she spins to meet him. Razor swings wildly with a clothesline, his frustration getting the better of his precision. Marisol ducks, her eyes flickering with sharp recognition of his miscalculation.
Razor’s missed clothesline drives him past Mari!
…And into Atara Raven, who just slipped through the ropes!
BAMA: Uh-oh! Can Blade put on those brakes as fast as he did last time?
Blade skids…
Straight into Atty’s grip!
She springs into action, grabbing his head and snapping him down to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker!
Razor crashes onto the mat, eyes squeezed shut, his jaw tightening in frustration as he pounds the mat. Atty kips up, flipping her hair back as she steps back out to the apron and raises her hand, eager to tag-in!
Marisol’s lips part in a knowing grin.
Mari TAGS Atty!
TODD: Oh my! I wasn’t sure how well these two would click, but they are ROLLING so far!
Atara bursts through the ropes, her eyes locked on Latoya, who is pushing herself up to her hands and knees, her brows furrowed, blinking rapidly to regain focus. Atara’s expression hardens with intent as she charges forward. Latoya barely gets to her feet before Atara wraps her arms around her waist and launches her with “From a Dove”—a belly-to-belly suplex off the ropes!
TODD: Amazing! For once, Atty’s the one who slams Latoya!
BAMA: Looks like that Louboutin shoe’s on the other foot, Toddrick!
Latoya soars through the air before crashing down with a thunderous thud, her limbs sprawling out in stunned silence. The crowd erupts, sensing the end is near.
Marisol claps, stepping out to the apron… Eyeing Blade, who’s still cradling his neck inside the ring!
Latoya stirs, her hand pressing against her lower back, groaning in frustration as she sluggishly tries to push herself up. Atara watches her, her expression steady, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she steps back, lining up her final strike. The second Latoya finds her footing—
Atara sprints forward and BLASTS her with “Judgment of Paris”—a vicious running knee to the skull!
Latoya’s head snaps back violently, her body crumbling to the mat in a heap.
Atara starts to crawl into a pin…
But Razor, anticipating the pin, tries to charge off the mat, toward the pin!
…
BUT IS CAUGHT BY THE LEG BY MARISOL VILARO!
TODD: Marisol’s been waiting for Razor to try and get back in this thing!
BAMA: And now Miss Fit’s got Razor right where she wants him!
Razor, hopping on one foot, goes for an overhand punch! But Marisol spins his leg! He turns three-hundred-and-sixty degrees!
Right into a boot to the stomach from Marisol! She hooks in a front facelock!
VILAROIZER! Fisherman Suplex!
Razor’s shoulders buckle onto the mat at the same time Atty crawls over Latoya hooking the leg!
BAMA: …Wait a tick, who’s the legal man here?
TODD: When you’re pinning both opponents, does it matter?
The official counts with both its left and right hands simultaneously!
1!
2!
THREE!
| WINNERS AND ADVANCING TO THE BASHMASTER SEMIFINAL: ATARA RAVEN & MARISOL VILARÓ! |
Atara pushes up to her knees, running a hand through her hair as she exhales, the tension of the battle melting into satisfaction. Marisol stands over Razor, hands on her hips, her smirk returning as she turns to meet Atara’s gaze. The two share a small nod before raising their arms in victory, the crowd roaring in approval.
TODD: What a match! The American Storm dominated this one early. But in the end, it wasn’t just raw strength that won the night. It was teamwork!
BAMA: Dang tootin’, Toddy! Raven and Vilaró might not have teamed up before, but if they can replicate that action, they’re a dark horse favorite to go all the way!
TODD: Next up, the second of our three Tag Team matches tonight. This one featuring even more odd couples!
S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder. Summer turns her attention to inside the ring where she motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer walks over to the closest ring corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.
BAMA: Odd indeed, baby boy. Summer Page has been a shining light on the Anarchy brand for a year now, and she’s being partnered up with this man
Richard Powers walks to the ring, with no music playing.
TODD: Richard Powers, a man whos had the light sucked out of his life is on mission to take back everything he feels was stolen from him. He sees this match tonight as an opportunity to get back at Thad Duke by moving one step closer to holding XWF gold!
TODD: And now here comes the new XTreme Champion, Scoops McGee!
BAMA: Scoops is having a renaissance in the twilight of his career, baby!
TODD: But right now could be the twilight of his championship reign, if he’s pinned or submitted tonight, the XTreme Championship will change hands!
The show is quickly interrupted by the sound of a distant synthesizer, followed up by horses neighing and galloping through the dirt. It fades out, leading into the riff of a guitar strumming a fiery tune. There's an inherent electricity building within the air of the arena, culminating as the drums kick in. As they do, the steadfast figure of Scoops McGee comes out from the back, a look of no nonsense etched onto his face as he takes a long look at the crowd and the squared circle.
He nods, steadily walking to the ring and absentmindedly high-fiving any fans stretching out their hands who happen to be right in his way. He makes his way over to ringside, climbing up the steps methodically and stepping onto the ring apron. He saunters about halfway across the apron, taking one last long look at the crowd as they give their reception to the seasoned vet. Scoops stretches his arms out wide, accepting everything they've got to give before stepping into the ring.
Scoops skulks over to his corner, pacing there and doing some small stretches to keep himself warmed up before the match begins.
BAMA: If there’s one man in the world who has no interset in seeing Scoops lose his XTreme Title tonight, it’s Mr. Oz!
TODD: He spent this last week whipping Scoops into tip top shape! We’ll see if it pays off!
A choir stands on stage, in safe spots, as flame begins to erupt from the stage, as Oz walks out. It seems as if Oswald has literally paid for an entire metal orchestra, just to play him to the ring. As the first lick of the guitar hits the air and the drums start off, Oz starts to walk to the ring, dressed in a large white cloak covering his body. However, instead of entering the ring first, he waits. He stands there near the ring floor next to the edge of the ramp. He slowly pulls off the cloak, folds it and then places it on the edge of the ring, next to one of the posts before climbing onto the apron and over the top rope where he goes to his corner, sitting down as he waits for the bell.
RICHARD POWERS & SUMMER PAGE
- vs -
SCOOPS MCGEE & MR. OZ
Bashmaster Classic Semi Final
2K Team Collab |
The bell rings and we start off with Page and McGee!
Page hits a chick kick, and a quick tornado DDT right out of the gate. She covers McGee right away!
1!
Kickout!!!
BAMA: It’s gonna’ take a whole lot more than that to keep Scoops down, baby!
Scoops is up and fighting back. He counters an attack from Page and flattens her with a Scoop Slam, before dropping on her with a falling elbow. Scoops picks Page up and drops here with an atomic drop that sends Page falling into his and Oz’s corner. Scoops tags in Oz who immediately goes to work on Summer.
A SEXTUPLE GERMAN SUPLEX!
He pins Summer Page!
1!
2!!
POWERS!!!
He runs in and breaks up the fall. But Scoops enters the ring and the two start brawling until the both fall through the ropes onto the floor, where the brawl continues on the outside.
Summer is up, staggering around, her brain rattled from that crazy series of suplexes. Just as she turns around… I FAILED YOU
A Mandible Claw submission from Oz… IS COUNTERED!
She pushes Oz back
TOTAL KNOCKOUT SUPERKICK!
Page covers Oz!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
Page looks over to see that Richard has climbed back on the apron. Scoops is laid out near the time keepers table, having taken a rough back body drop that landed him back-first on a steel chair.
Page tags Richard in. He steps through the ropes slowly, but then quickly moves in on Oz. Grabbing the big man in a headlock before he can stand, and working him back down to the mat.
The match grinds to halt, as Richard keeps the headlock in on Oz, wearing the big man down. Eventually the crowd starts clapping, trying to will Oz back to his feet. Finally he stands, slwoly breaking free from Richard. But a punch connects to Oz’s nose as soon as Powers’ arms are freed. Oz stumbles back, and Powers goes for a groin kick, but Oz catches his leg and hits ANOTHER SEXTUPLE GERMAN SUPLEX!
The big man is gassed after that round, but has effectively knocked Powers out. Just as Oz looks to his corner, Scoops climbs on the apron. Oz makes the tag, and in comes the XTreme Champion.
He runs across the ring, jumping over the downed Richard Powers and hitting AMONG WILLOWS the shoulder tackle through the ropes on Page, knocking her off the apron. He turns his attention back to Powers. Just as Richard stands he’s hit by the CATTLE PROD!
The short arm clothesline cleans Richard’s clock, and down he goes!
Scoops covers!
1!
2!!
NO!!!
Powers just barely kicks out!
Scoops slaps the mat, and slowly gets up to one knee. He hobbles over and tags Oz back in the match. Oz reenters ad goes right after Powers who is only just now recovering.
He slings Powers into the ropes, and pops him up on the rebound!
SLEEP NOW, SWEET CHILD O’ MINE!
The pop-up GTS is COUNTERED ON THE WAY DOWN!
KILL THAD DUKE!
Powers lands on his feet and shoves his fingers into Oz’s mouth!
The submission hold is a struggle. Oz desperately trying to break free. The two force each other into the corner. While Powers still has the submission locked in, Page tags herself back in the match. She climbs through the ropes and from behind, she spins Oz out of the submission hold, hitting him with
PURE PERFECTION!
She covers!
1!
2!!
SCOOPS!!! IS INTERCEPTED BY ANOTHER KILL THAD DUKE FROM POWERS!
3!!!
| WINNERS - AND ADVANCING TO THE BASHMASTER SEMIFINAL: SUMMER PAGE AND RICHARD POWERS! |
TODD: Whoa, Bama! This improbable duo has pulled it off tonight in an exciting contest!
BAMA: It started to look like Scoops and Oz were going to be too much to overcome, but Summer’s determination to win, and Powers' undying quest to exact revenge on Thad Duke has carried these two to victory!
A custom version of BEAST by Tech N9ne begins to blast on the arena's speakers accompanied by the reaction of fans in attendance.
Insanity at it's finest
Fire starter,
Riot maker,
Moon stricken,
Animal need,
Bad seed,
Untamable beast!
A cloud of ocean blue smoke fills the top of the ramp, as the special lighting shines down upon the smoke it gives off the appearance of waves.
Everybody around me always think they know what's going on inside my mind
think I'm Mr. Trash Talk all the time
How they say on Diary 'You think you know, but you have no idea'
As the music kicks in, Shark jogs out of the curtains on cue. The chains around his neck sparkling into the camera as he's wearing a T-shirt that insults his opponent. He stands at the top of the ramp with his hands on his waist as he looks out into the crowd and takes a moment to look around at the packed arena. He nods his head with his typical cocky smile stretched from ear to ear. Before heading down the ramp he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out with his hands open, absorbing the mixed reactions of boos, cheers and screams coming his way.
He sings along to the music as he walks down the ramp, taking off his shirt on his way there and throwing it into the crowd without looking. He slides into the ring and begins to bounce off the ropes before shadow boxing. He then walks around the ring mouthing out something to the crowd about his opponent, the insults continuing but the broadcast is unable to pick it up.
One for the Money rings throughout the arena as JY steps out from behind the curtain with a Kings crown on. He stands center stage and takes in all of the boo’s before adjusting his crown with a smirk and heading down to the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: INTROOODUUUUCINGGGG the one, the only. He hails from TOOOROOONTOOO ONTARIOOOO CANADAAAAA, KING JUUUUUSTIIINNN YOOOOOORK!
York enters the ring and stand on the middle ropes and holds his crown high in the air while giving a death stare into the crowd.
JAMES SHARK
- vs -
King
JUSTIN YORK
|
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings, and the two competitors regard each other without a care in the world. Shark lightly bounces on his feet, letting the opening of the match wash down his body in waves, while York lightly tugs on the top ring rope as a confident smile stretches itself across his face.
Todd: Well, Bama, first match here for Justin York in the XWF, not quite the case here though for James Shark… still, York’s made quite a name for himself in some other companies before coming here.
Bama: He sure has, baby, but I’ll tell ya somethin’ - other companies don’t mean a goddamn thing here once you step into that XWF ring! Wew!
The two circle around the ring, trying to feel each other out. Shark keeps his boxing posture up and steady, throwing out a few jabs to judge his distance. York tries to keep himself light on his feet, slipping and sliding past the attempted blows to the face, but gets caught as Shark goes for a quick cross to the body.
But York manages to catch the blow as it lingers for just a moment! Shark’s eyes widen as York manages to twist the arm, having a tight wrist lock in place! He wrenches it around, before sizing up Shark - BIG knife-edge chop to the chest as he maintains wrist control! Shark’s chest lights up like a Christmas tree! Another chop rains down on the chest! And here comes a third-
Oh! But Shark pulls his arm closer in time to bring York to him, before he revs a HUGE hook to the face! That one landed flush on York’s cheekbone, sending him reeling back into the corner, and Shark sees his chance as he starts to move in! He massages his arm out as he comes into range of York, before attacking with a lightning-fast flurry of punches!
Todd: Shark is known to struggle a bit when it comes to guys with a solid technical streak like Justin York, but that’s not stopping him from giving as good as he’s getting here!
Bama: Can’t let the early success go to your brain though, baby! If Sharkie boy’s smart, he’ll keep on the pressure! Gotta do that against an opponent like Justin York!
Two jabs to the gut come and go before a straight right comes knocking upstairs to York’s face! And now a hook upstairs! Body uppercut! An inside leg kick comes to set up an uppercut to the chin as York is trying desperately to counter as much as he can!
York finally sees an opening though, firing off two flimsy jabs to try and create some separation! The punch itself doesn’t connect to Shark, but it’s enough for his fingertips to just bring themselves to his eyes! Shark staggers back slightly, allowing York to circle out and grab Shark from behind-
FORWARD RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP ONTO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!
Bama: Ooooh… Shark’s gonna be feelin’ that tomorrow, I’ll tell ya what, baby.
Todd: Didn’t take much for York to turn the tides here, even if it involves some… underhanded means.
Bama: And that’s why I’m tellin’ ya! You can’t let up when you’re facin’ a guy like Justin York!
The referee mouths off to York, asking him about the eye pokes, to which York innocently holds up his hands and swears that it was just an accident! As he does, Shark has to lean on the second ring rope, trying to catch his breath. But that proves to be his own undoing! York places a knee right on Shark’s neck and tries to drive it right against the rope, trying to suffocate him as he grabs onto the top ring rope for extra leverage!
And now the referee’s getting involved again! He’s mouthing off to York, but he’s ignoring him! The referee has no choice but to start counting!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-
YORK RELEASES!
Todd: Technically in the rulebook, York does have until the count of five… doesn’t make it exactly ethical that he’s taking full advantage of that rule, though.
Bama: Choking a man like that on live TV… sheesh! And to think this guy owns another wrestling business too! Whaddya think happens behind those doors?
Todd: I have a morbid curiosity about that, actually.
Shark stumbles off, coughing and wheezing as he comes to the center of the ring! York innocently holds his hands up once more as the ref gives him an extra admonishment, but the damage has already been done! And now, York tries to size up Shark in the middle of the ring, looking to pick his moment…
York kicks Shark in the gut, bringing him into a front facelock!
Todd: Oh! York must be looking for his Killzone! It’s a Canadian Brainbuster, and-
Bama: What in the blue Hell is a CANADIAN Brainbuster?!
OH! But Shark punches York right in the gut, cutting off his advance! A struggle ensues between the two, Shark trying his best to squirm out… but he finally manages to twist out and get to a standing position! York’s eyes widen as Shark hits a big DROPKICK!
York quickly gets back onto his feet, but Shark is already on top of him looking to pounce! A HUGE double leg takedown sends York right back to the mat, and Shark is looking for some ground-and-pound action! Heavy hammerfists look to rain down on York’s face, and some are managing to land clean on the nose!
Bama: Shark’s fists might as well be weapons of mass destruction, I’m tellin’ you what! How do you defend against those things?
Todd: York’s been holding up well so far in this match, but who knows how long he might have left?
Shark’s opening up a sizable cut along York’s upper lip! Shark’s sensing blood in the water, and switching to some slicing elbows to try and go for the kill! York sees the predicament he’s in, though, and starts trying to squirm and wiggle his way out! Shark keeps his position in full mount, but it’s not enough to stop York from grabbing onto the bottom rope!
The referee finally gets involved as Shark continues to try throwing elbows, forcibly bringing him off of his opponent! Shark scowls at the ref, before finally raising his hands and letting him move aside…
…but as he does, SHARK JUMPS RIGHT IN AND LOOKS FOR A SUPERMAN PUNCH!
BUT YORK USES THE BOTTOM ROPE TO PULL HIMSELF OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE SHARK CONNECTS WITH SHARKBAIT!
Todd: Crafty thinking there from the veteran York!
Bama: So if we couldn’t get to see Shark land that punch… does that mean we were Sharkbaited?
Todd: …
Bama: …
Todd: Sometimes, I wonder about this job…
York stands on the outside, having a moment to breathe and collect himself as he takes a deep breath. The fans boo him but York shoves them off, smugly smiling and tapping his dome to show he’s always three steps ahead. He turns around-
INTO A BASEBALL SLIDE FROM JAMES SHARK! THAT ONE SENT HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THE METAL GUARDRAIL!
Shark slips out of the ring, wasting no time as he grabs York by the skull and proceeds to bounce him right off the metal! A sickening thud echoes around the arena before Shark grabs him again and throws him right back into the ring! Shark proceeds to give chase right back into the ring as York is crawling away to try and create some separation between the two of them!
Todd: Shark isn’t giving York even a single moment to breathe! He wants to close this out as soon as possible!
Bama: Hey, the longer you give him the chance to breathe, the more time York can come up with some crafty little plan! That’s just killer instinct, baby!
Shark looks to close the distance, trying to grab onto York, but York manages to push him away with his leg! He quickly gets up as Shark is on top of him yet again, trying for some more punches, but York manages to slip his way past them! He catches hold of Shark’s arm again, pulling him in tight…
SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE LAYS SHARK OUT! But York still has wrist control! He hoists Shark up onto his feet, before bringing him onto his shoulders! York marches around the ring, his eyes locking onto the turnbuckles in the corner as he grins sadistically! He rushes forward! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
SHARK’S BODY CRUMBLES AS HE HITS THE STEEL!
Bama: That’s brutal stuff, baby! You see the way Shark’s body contorted on impact there?
Todd: An impact like that, you have to wonder if that can leave some lasting damage on Shark’s spine!
York pulls Shark into the center of the ring as he goes for the cover, with the referee having to count!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Todd: Not enough for York to snag the win, though!
York cusses, checking with the referee to make sure the count wasn’t three! The referee holds firm though, leaving York stewing as he has to try to wrap this match up! He grabs Shark by the legs, splitting him open!
He goes to stick his leg through - BUT WAIT! SHARK COMES ALIVE AGAIN! HE KICKS HIS LEGS! SQUIRMING! RESISTING! YORK TRIES TO HOLD FIRM, BUT SHARK KICKS AT HIS LEGS, CAUSING YORK TO FALL RIGHT INTO SHARK’S GUARD!
Bama: Ooooh… Justin York just went and fell into the belly of the beast, baby! How’s he gonna make his way out of this?
Todd: He’s done well so far, at least! But York’s tactics in delaying this have only made Shark angrier by the minute!
SHARK PULLS GUARD SUCCESSFULLY! Heavy fists are coming upwards right at York’s face, but he manages to guard successfully! York tries to counter with another maybe-punch-maybe-eye-poke, but Shark sees it coming as he catches the arm! Shark pushes York’s legs out…
AND ENSNARES HIM IN BUTTERFLY GUARD! YORK’S TRAPPED! SHARK THROWS A SHARP ELBOW RIGHT ON THE DOME! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! YORK CAN’T GUARD NOW, BUT HE CAN AT LEAST TRY TO MOVE!
ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW!
Todd: James Shark is lethal in that ring! Look at that giant gash he just opened up on York’s temple!
Bama: And now, the Shark is smellin’ all that blood in the water…
WITH BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN ALL OVER THE MAT, JUSTIN YORK USES HIS STRENGTH TO PUSH UP AND REVERSE BUTTERFLY GUARD INTO A PINNING PREDICAMENT!
Todd: Is York going to steal this?!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
York manages to come onto his feet, a crimson mask dripping down as he grits his teeth! He sees Shark lunging at him, looking for another strike as he ducks down to avoid it!
BUT SHARK TURNS ON A DIME AND RUNS BACK TO DELIVER A JUMPING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF YORK’S HEAD!
Todd: And James Shark made sure Justin York just Paid in Blood! Vicious elbow there!
Bama: And on the back of the head, too! That’ll rattle your damn brain around!
SHARK ROLLS YORK OVER FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Todd: Big win for James Shark there! York gave a solid challenge out here in his early going, but Shark was determined to make sure his possible last match before his trial was ending on a high note!
Bama: York might need to go see a doc, though, I’ll tell ya what… all the guts in the world to kick out while bleeding though!
Madison Dyson saunters out onto the ramp as a plume of gold smoke filters out.
Madison Dyson then heads down the aisle confidently, bitching out any plebes that dare to boo her. She's often clad in elaborate feathery robes. The X-Tron shows a barrage of images of Madison kicking the holy living shit out of that abject loser Sean Parker and others, intercut with her name logo and a queen's crown laden with barbed wire. Once at the ring, she takes her time getting in, walking ginergly up the steps and demanding the official hold the ropes open for her.
The opening riff of AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" blares suddenly over the public announce speakers. The drums come crashing in, along with the rest of the instrumental section. Soon after, Dominick Strife steps out onto the stage, followed closely by his valet Isla Burke.
Rochelle Adams: Making his way to the ring at this time, accompanied by Isla Burke. He hails from White Marsh, Maryland - Ladies and Gentlemen, DOMINICK STRIFE!
The two walk down the ramp and up the nearside ring steps. Dominick holds the ropes for Isla to step into the ring and he follows after. The two of them look out to the crowd before striking a pose. After a few last minute words of advice, Isla wishes him luck and steps out of the ring. Dom starts warming up in his corner.
BAMA T: Tonight’s semi-main event Todd, and we’re looking at a hell of a match!
TODD: You’re right Bama, and my name is Todd.
The lights in the arena go black. The come back up, and Heather and Pip are back on commentary!
PIP: Heather, welcome to Anarchy!
HHL: Pip, I’m glad to be back, the best tag team in history are about to perform.
PIP: That’s right, Heather, and we’re their go-to announce team!
Todd and Bama look dejected, looking back at Pip and Heather. They don’t want the smoke of trying to stop this from happening, though, because it’s not worth the trouble. Tig enters the ring.
TIG: Ladies and gentlemen, at a total combined weight of whoop your ass…
The fans all echo in unison.
*THEM*
*NO*
*GOOD*
*BASTARDS*
The fans roar as they can feel the vibe, knowing Heather, Pip, and Tig came back to Anarchy to do this.
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*
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.
Tig, Pip, and Heather all stand up and are given long overdue ovations from the crowd. Todd and Bama return to their seats.
TODD: That was, well, unique, Bama!
BAMA T: I’ll give my seat up for a lady, Todd, the Bastards have beat people up for less!
The referee gives instructions to each set of competitors. TK has decided to begin for TNGB and Dyson has begun for her team.
*ding*ding*ding*
MADISON DYSON & DOMINICK STRIFE
- vs -
Them No Good Bastards
BOBBY BOURBON & THUNDER KNUCKLES
Bashmaster Classic Semi Final
2K Team Collab |
TK and Dyson go to tie up, but both go for the fake out and we get stereo thumbs to the eye!
TODD: Both going for the ‘easy’ advantage early on, and they both got it!
BAMA T: The referee doesn’t know who to penalize! He’s deducting a point from each team!
TK backpedals toward his corner to avoid being exploited, as Dyson rubs at her eye, cursing TK and making various claims about his family line and their predilections with barnyard animals…
Once both have cleared their vision, they turn to each other, and both go for simultaneous grapples… again!
TODD: There’s a clear similarity in style between Thunder Knuckles and Madison Dyson!
BAMA: Know what else they have in common? They’d both HATE to hear you say that, Toddy!
TK tries to scure a front facelock…
But Dyson sidesteps, and SWINGS!
Leg kick to TK’s shin! Another leg kick to TK’s shin!
TK squeezes his leg, agonzied… giving Dyson the window of opportunity to grab Knuckles’ wrist and drag it behind his back! Arm wrench!
TODD: The Bastards called Dyson a manager, but she’s showing off her wrestling prowess here tonight!
TK desperately claws over his shoulder, to try and break Dyson’s grip… But, instead, she somersaults over Knuckles…
REVERSE SITOUT JAWBREAKER to TK!
BAMA: Hot daaaaang! What-a-manuever!
TK collapses to the mat cradling his face, as Dyson backs to her corner and makes the quick tag to Strife!
TODD: Dyson and Strife have amazing chemistry, Bama, there’s no doubt about it.
BAMA T: Lest we forget, Todd, so do Bobby and TK!
Strife, with his incredible stamina, takes to the top rope in a heartbeat’s time…
He leaps!
And comes KERASHING down onto TK with a diving leg drop, guillotining across TK’s throat!
BAMA: Man! This cannot be what the former Universal champion thought his first match back would be like!
TK grasps at his throat, pawing for oxygen… his larynx just got turned into an innie!
With zero delay, Strife transitions to a mount and starts raining blows onto TK! Strife stands, and starts to pull TK to his feet! Bobby calls to the referee, attempting to enter the ring, who rushes over to stop him! As he does, TK hits a low blow to Strife behind their back!
TODD: Some people fight dirty, TK fights filthy!
BAMA T: He’s not ashamed of it either!
Strife drops to his knee, as TK secures Strife a side-headlock…
BAMA T: The old Bastards are back, baby!
TODD: But, it looks like Dyson has low tolerance for their bullshit!
Dyson enters the ring and rushes TK… TK shoves Strife out of his headlock and into the corner!
Dyson dives at TK with a dropkick…
…
But TK sidesteps it!
WHAM! Dyson lands back-first on the mat!
Bourbon, who was seconds ago citing esoteric wrestling rules to justify his right to enter the ring untagged, just remembered he was mixing up those rules and the rules of Spanish Soap Operas, immediately fine with hopping back to the apron and letting the official go back to calling the match.
…Just as TK goes to lie on the mat on his own accord, cradling his skull, delivering a Daniel-Day-Lewis-esque performance in the role of ‘Wounded Wrestler’...
Justas Dyson gets to her feet and the referee turns around!
[blue]BAMA: Wow! I never thought I’d see it, Toddy! But Madison Dyson just got out-dirtbag’d
TODD: If anyone could, it’d be Thunder Knuckles!!
The referee starts to chide Dyson for being in the ring illegally! As Dyson pleads her case, TK scrambles to his feet and retrieves Strife from the turnbuckle!
…Dyson, realizing she’s done more harm than good for her team, fumes furiously, before going back to the apron!
TK grapples Strife… But Strife sneaks in an uppercut punch that rocks Knuckles under the chin! TK’s seeing stars!
TODD: Incredible wherewithal by Dominick Strife!
Strife goes to grapple TK… But TK turns his head and BITES down on Strife’s hand!
[blue]BAMA: Ouch! Strife might want to check himself for rabies!
Strife is shocked, gripping his hand in pain… As TK wraps him from the corner in a side-headlock… And drags Strife’s face straight across the top rope!
TODD: Ohhhh, rope burn!
TK drags Strife the long, friction-y distance to the Bastards’ corner! Bobby rests a boot on the top rope, and TK brings Strife’s head into it!
TODD: An absolute masterclass in underhanded tag-team tactics!
BAMA T: They’re called No Good Bastards for a reason, Toddrick!
…Dyson’s fuming! She hops down off the apron!
TK pulls Strife out of the corner and nails him with a big Full Nelson Bomb, before transitioning to a pin!
1…
2…
Strife kicks out! TK looks up at the referee, arguing that it should have been a three-count! TK to his feet, and he approaches his corner to tag in Bobby.
Bourbon extends his arm out…
BUT! NO! Dyson has run around the ring and pulled Bobby down from his corner, where his face makes contact with the apron! Bobby recoils as Dyson sneers at TK, who looks down at his wounded partner horrified!
BAMA T: It looks like Dyson is playing filthy too!
TODD: Right, Bama, but I don’t know how wise it is to piss off Bobby Bourbon.
BAMA T: Haven’t you heard, everyone from the Universal Champion to Richard Powers has said Bobby’s a joke!
TK turns to Strife, who has recovered and is upright!
TK charges in with a clothesline…
Strife effortlessly counters with arm drag to TK!
TK rebounds to his feet, and is met with another arm drag from Strife!
As TK tries to scramble back upright Strife shoots off the ropes and leaps…
DROPKICK to TK!
TK is sent into a neutral corner, and Strife follows in with a Mark 69! TK is grounded, and Strife drags him to the corner, propping him up into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle.
TODD: It looks like Strife is gonna make TK regret that ‘wrestling trashman’ comment…
BAMA: And he’s gonna do it by cleaning TK’s clock!
Strife runs across to the opposite corner, and comes back with a downstairs dropkick!
NO! TK slumps and leaves the ring, and Strife ties himself up in the ropes!
TODD: A bit of a desperation move by TK there, Bama!
BAMA T: Desperation is the mother of all innovation, Todd, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!
TK leans against the apron as he sees Dyson climbing back up to her perch in her corner. Bobby shakes his head as he raises to his feet off the mat. The Bastards say something to each other, and Bobby looks deadly serious as he returns to his corner. TK climbs back into the ring and lifts Strife up, dragging him rom the bottom corner turnbuckle to the Bastard’s corner corner. TK tags Bobby.
TODD: Bourbon is in play now, Bama.
BAMA T: Who cares, he’s just a…
Bobby enters the ring, scoops Strife up under the armpit, and pitches him across the entire ring to the opposite corner!
BIG BOY TOSS!
TODD: He’s just a what?
BAMA T: I forget what I was saying.
Bourbon points at Dyson. Dyson sneers dismissively, extending her arm, barking at Strife to let ‘er at ‘im!
Bobby cracks his neck as TK smirks, exiting the ring. Strife reaches up and Dyson tags herself in.
Bobby slowly walks to the center of the ring. Dyson, dwarfed by Bobby, stares right back up at him, before slapping him across the face! Another right from Dyson, another right from Dyson!
BAMA: Bobby’s just takin’ an ab-so-loot whoopin’ from Dyson!
Bobby, at first, looked willing to take Dyson’s strikes to prove a point… Now, he’s starting to appear a little punchy, his feet shifting with each strike…
Dyson springs backward, rebounding off the ropes to finish Bobby!
…
But Bobby catches her by the throat, dropping her with Earth’s Mightiest Chokeslam.
TODD: Huge power from Bourbon!
BAMA T: Sure, he can chokeslam Dyson, big whoop.
Strife’s just finished pulling himself up by the middle rope, and grabbing the tag rope!
Bobby picks up Dyson and tosses her now to her own corner. Strife reaches down and tags himself in!
BAMA: Damn, this poor boy loves getting whupped!
TODD: Say what you will about Dominick Strife’s road to the XWF! But he’s made it clear, now that he’s here, he’ll fight all day and all night!
Strife enters, and comes in… Bourbon reaches forward looking for a grapple… But Strife goes downstairs with a basement dropkick to Bobby’s knee!
It connects, sending Bobby to a knee! Strife hoists Bobby up, and grabs him, getting the big man over with an impressive bridging northern lights suplex!
TODD: Wow! That move was no easy feat! Bobby’s 291 pounds!
The referee goes to make the count!
1…
2…
Bobby kicks out with authority! Strife looks frustrated but knows he still has work to do. He pulls Bobby up to his feet, and begins to stomp the mat!
BAMA T: Dom looking to strike up the band and Shoot to Thrill on Bobby!
TODD: Here he comes!
…Bobby woozily pushes himself up to one knee… Two knees… Onto his feet
Strife comes in, aiming to decapitate Bourbon…
SUPERKICK!
…
But Bobby catches the foot!
Bobby spins Strife around, and shoots him to his own corner, where Dyson has grabbed her tag rope!
Strife’s shoulder hits the turnbuckle… He goes to rebound off back at Bourbon…
But Dyson slaps his shoulder! TAG!
Dyson enters the ring as Strife is surprised!
BAMA: Strife lookin’ none too pleased! I think he thought he had that Bastard Bobby right where he wanted him!
Bobby still struggles up to his feet… As Madison lines up like a punter!
She bounds forward!
AIMING…
LOW BLOW TO BOBBY BOURBON!
…
No! Bobby catches her foot now, and pulls her hopping over to his corner, where TK makes a blind tag to Bobby’s back! TK enters the ring as Bobby pulls Dyson in, lifting her vertical as TK prepares.
Rainbow Laser Death Sequence!
TODD: Wow! What just happened?
BAMA: Dyson made a miscalculation and that’s all it takes for the Bastards to snatch control of the driver’s seat!
Strife grabs his head, shocked, as he steps through the ropes!
TK swivels and lands on Dyson with a pin!
1…
Strife is out of his corner looking to break up the pin!
2…
Bobby intercepts Strife with a Dinosaur Extinctor!
3!!!
| WINNERS - AND ADVANCING TO THE BASHMASTER SEMIFINAL: THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS |
TODD: Wow, what an impressive debut for Them No Good Bastards here on Anarchy!
BAMA T: You’re right, Toddwell, and the rest of the Bashmaster Classic brackets better be on notice!
The arena falls into silence as a chilling metal version of "Come Little Children" begins to play.
Lime green lasers pan across the stage as Graves steps out from the back. The XTron displays a montage of Graves, each scene subtly hinting at his unnerving, predator-like persona, with visuals that are eerie and discomforting.
As he makes his way down the ramp, the arena is bathed in lime and purple lights that pulsate with the eerie metal tune.
Graves climbs into the ring and scans the crowd.
The XTron continues to flash with unsettling imagery as Graves creeps towards the corner, removing his cape and tossing it outside of the ring.
As Gravy's theme fades away, the arena lights shift back to normal as Micheal looks on from his corner awaiting the start of the violence.
BAMA T: Here his is, your Anarchy Champion, Todd!
TODD: Allegedly, Bama.
I am brave and heroic now so I no longer get spooked when the sparkly sparklers go off behind me while I have a walk to the ring.
TODD: Tonight’s challenger, Roger, is here!
BAMA T: Yes, and can best be described as such.
Roger rolls into the ring. The referee calls for the bell!
ALLEGEDLY MICHEAL GRAVES©
- vs -
ROGER
Standard Match
A 30 Minute Time Limit Will Be Observed |
*ding*ding*ding*
Roger approaches Graves and lowers his head into his shoulders and begins swinging rights and lefts into his belly, although with little force, so Graves looks at the referee who says he’s going to allow it so Roger continues his soft as a feather body blows as Graves looks really confused but not confused enough to lose so he stands Roger back up to face him but Roger bows again and throws punches that are softer than melted cheese but freshly melted cheese not melted cheese that got cold and hard again the kind of melted cheese that makes people happy and has a really good cheese pull because cheese pulls are important for all foods like steaks and shrimp and soup and octopus salad except not a lot of people are all that into octopus salad because you’re really just eating a bunch of tentacles and tentacles are kind of weird to people because they latch on and are almost like eight snakes on an octopus instead of arms which frightens most people but not the competitors in the ring because Graves stands Roger back up but Roger doesn’t want to stand he wants to lower his head not looking at his opponent and gently knead their tummy like they were aiding in digestion like they just ate an octopus salad which you know is good by the cheese pull, thank you.
After the match carried on with the feverish pace of a Roger promo with no clear leader, things slow down…
Graves boots Roger to the stomach, and plants him with the GRAVES CONSEQUENCES!
But Roger bounces on the mat and rolls near the ropes, leaving ‘Graves’ unable to capitalize with a pinfall.
The champion pulls Roger back to the center of the mat, but has lost valuable time. Rather than trying the pinfall at this juncture, he stalks around Roger, stomping his limbs, before positioning himself, and flipping Roger up into a surfboard stretch submission!
The champion is pulling back with all of his might, as Roger refuses to submit when the ref asks. Instead he reminds the ref that surfboards aren’t supposed to be stretched, unlike his prized stretch action Centurion figure he keeps high among his collectible-
Graves intentionally breaks the hold and punches Roger in the back of the head. He picks the challenger off of the mat and throws him into the ropes, on the rebound Roger is planted with a counter powerslam.
‘Graves’ covers!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
TODD: IT looked like that was gonna be all she wrote for Roger!
BAMA: Right now Gravy-baby is doing work! If Roger doesn’t turn things around soon, it’s going to be an early night for the Anarchy Champion!
Graves lifts Roger again and hits him with an atomic drop, the challenger falls forward, holding his tailbone in agony before falling into the second rope. Graves steps out onto the apron and attacks with a running knee! But Roger just gets out of the way!
He vaults over the top rope, sending himself flying to the outside, grabbing Graves’ head on his way down, and planting him on the floor with an impressive bulldog!
Todd: That’s one way to start your comeback! What move by Roger!
The champion is in trouble as Roger gingerly slides back into the ring. He stands in the center of the mat trying to power back up. He moves diagonally forward and a bit to the left, then diagonal forward and a bit to the right, then diagonal backward and a bit to the left, diagonal backward and a bit to the left. He repeats this as the ref starts counting.
The ref reaches an 8 count and Graves is just now to his feet. He staggers around and sees Roger powering up in the ring. His eyes go wide as he hears
9!!!!!!!
Graves has no choice, he darts back into the hornet’s nest that is Roger charging up in the ring.
Roger goes skidding across the canvas, winding up a fist and clocking the champion as he enters the ring. Graves falls into the ropes and immediately tries covering up, but Roger keeps firing shots at the champion’s head. The ref finally comes between the two men, and grants Graves a ropebreak. Roger moves diagonal backward and a bit to the left, and Graves moves after him, chopping Roger across the chest. The force sends Rgoer falling back toward the corner. Graves comes with another chope, but Roger moves up even though he hates it, and to the side and ….
SCHOOLBOY!
Roger has the pin!
1!
2!!
NOOO!!!
The fall is broken by Graves who
TURNS ROGER INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE!
1!
2!!
BARELY!!!
Roger escapes!
But he doesn’t have much time to regroup. Graves rakes the eyes and then hits the challenger with a chop block.
TODD: Just when it looked like Roger was building some momentum, Mark Flynn-
BAMA: Gravy!
TODD: Ahem, excuse me, MICHEAL GRAVES has battled back to seize control of this match again!
BAMA: Roger is gonna’ have to dig deep in his bag of tricks if he wants to pull this one off now!
Graves whips Roger into the corner. He runs at the ropes near Roger and springsboards off of the second rope, twisting in midair and catching Roger with a dropkick!
Before Roger can even fall out of the corner, Graves pops to his feet, gets a full head of steak running to and back from the opposite corner, hitting a huge running knee lift to Roger’s chin. As Graves allows Roger to fall out this time, he catches the challenger with a northern lights suplex and bridges it into a pin!
1!
2!!
NOOO!!!
Roger again barely escapes. Graves grits his teeth, and pulls Roger up by the head and starts yelling in the dazed challengers face
TODD: Graves is not taking it well that he can’t keep Roger down!
BAMA: No, baby, you’re missing the point! He doesn’t wanna keep Roger down, he wants to lift Roger up. He wants to remind Roger and the rest of the XWF that the Wrestlers Union has a home for them!
TODD: And that’s why he’s screaming expletives at Roger now and chopping him in the collar bone?
BAMA: Sometimes you gotta’ break em before they see the light, Toddybaby!
Graves has Roger back in the corner again, chopping dark colors into his chest. He suplexes Roger out of the corner before climbing to the top rope. Graves sizes the challenger up, and leaps with a diving knee drop!
That Roger avoids!
Graves hits the canvas knee first and immediately falls over, grasping his leg and writhing with pain.
Roger stumbles up to his feet, and spots the champion whos scooting on his bottom across the mat toward the ropes, keeping his hurt knee cradled up near his chest.
‘Weird, Roger thought. He knew all about skidding, but never scooting. Roger sits down on his rear too now, and begins scooting after Graves. Before the champ can realize whats happening, Roger has scooted up behind him and locked in a head scissors from behind. Graves turns and fights and does everything he can to push Roger off.
After a few moments of the hold looking impossible to break, Graves is able to get free. The challenger and champion then being a series of grappling exchanges. Graves with a rear waist lock, Roger spinning around him and trying a headlock bulldog but GRAVES COUNTERING WITH A BACKDROP TRANSITIONINED INTO A LEVERAGE PIN!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
TODD: What a match!
Graves looks to be in genuine disbelief
TODD: He looks like he can’t believe how tough Roger is!
BAMA: I don’t know if Roger is tough, or just too dumb to realize how much pain he’s in!
Graves has had enough, he yanks Roger back to his feet, applying a front facelock. He lifts Roger into a suplex- but the challenger flips behind his back!
ROGER GOES SKIDDING INTO THE ROPES
HE’S SKIDDING ON THE REBOUND!
GRAVES PULLS THE REF IN FRONT OF HIM!
The ref pancaked between the champion and challenger. Roger falls back, and Graves charges in
INTO A ROGERthesis
TODD: My god, the champion is down, Bama! This is it!
Roger looks very pleased. This reminds him of a time when he watched an episode of Eurekas Castle and at first didn’t understand the Dragon’s obsession with crustless peanut butter sandwiches, but then years later, he found something called uncrustables in the frozen food section. He didn’t purchase them, but he did remember thinking ‘Hey, that dragon was onto something!’ it made him smile. So he goes to the top of the turnbuckle, with Graves out in the center of the ring and flies off…
HE HAS A THROW OF HIS HEAD AT GRAVES!
The diving headbutt connects, knocking both men out cold!
But Roger still manages to drape an arm over the champ!
1!
2!!
3!!!
TODD: NEW CHAMPION!
4!!!!
5!!!!!
6!!!!!!
BAMA: IF ONLY THE REF WERE CONSCIOUS!
The ref finally staggers to his feet. But now Roger’s arm has slipped off of Graves as both men are still down!
1!
2!!
3!!!
The ref has no voice but to begin the double count out
4!!!!
5!!!!!
6!!!!!!
Graves is up to one knee
7!!!!!!!
As is Roger now
8!!!!!!!!
9!!!!!!!!!
And in stereo both me get to their feet, falling back to opposite sets of ropes!
Roger musters everything he has left and goes skidding at the champion again with another wind-up punch
BUT GRAVES CATCHES THE ARM!
TODD: Arm bar! The champion has Roger in a bad way!
Roger doesn’t like this one bit, and with time dwindling, he has to figure out how to not submit, break the hold, and find enough time to put Graves away!
TODD: Only 120 seconds left in this contest Bama! This has been one heck of a battle!
With the armbar locked in, Roger looks panicked, feeling like he’s one wrong move from having his bone snapped. But then he remembers the move he learned earlier from Graves. The scooting! He gets back to his rear. His arm turned in an awkward position
Roger scoots and scoots, dragging Graves along with him and reaches as far as he can.
He reaches, and reaches, and reaches some more
ROPE BREAK!
Graves takes the full 5 second count from the ref before breaking the hold. Just as soon as he can, he moves back in on Roger, smelling blood. He grapples at his head, putting him in another front face lock! Lifting for the suplex!
THE END!
IS COUNTERED AGAIN!
ROGERthesis!!!!!!!!!
IS SPUN OUT OF!
REVERSE DDT INTO THE KNEE!
LOGICAL CONCLUSION!
Graves with the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| WINNER - AND STILL XWF ANARCHY CHAMPION - MICHEAL GRAVES… Allegedly |
TODD: And at the last possible second, the undeniable run with the Anrchy Championship continues for Mark Fly-
BAMA: MICHEAL GRAVES!
TODD: Well, it took Micheal Graves everything he had to put away Roger tonight. Winning this one by the skin of his teeth. Take nothing away from Roger tonight, because these two just put together an absolute classic of a match!
That’s all the time we have for you tonight, folks! So long until next time!
A special thank you to the match writers:
Peter Principle
Bobby Bourbon
Solomon Kline
Liam Desmond
And thanks to all who RPd! |
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