05 - 25 - 2023 LIVE FROM 2300 ARENA PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA MOLLY BARNES - vs - KIM "CHAE" CHAERYOUNG Singles HGH - vs - JOHN BLACK Singles MASTERMIND - vs - APHRIYA ADLER - vs - CENTURION Triple Threat EDWARD AND CHELSEA LECLAIR CONTRACT SIGNING Chelsea LeClair won her chance at being the number one contender for the Anarchy Championship. This contract signing will pen the match which will happen partway through our next pay-per-view WAR GAMES. SARAH LACKLAN - vs - DARREN DANGEROUS Scaffold Spiderweb Deathmatch Match will take place in a ring with scaffolding constructed 20ft above it Under the scaffold, 10 feet above the ring, will lay a spider's web made of barbwire The only way to win the match is to climb the scaffold and throw your opponent into the spider's web below NOTE: 2300 Arena isn't that big so scaffold size may be exaggerated to sell more tickets OOC: ANARCHY RULES is 1 RP with a 1K WORD LIMIT unless stated otherwise Hard deadline for Anarchy will be WEDNESDAY, 05-24-2023 at 11:59pm board time. Good luck!

PYRO EXPLODES ALL AROUND!

Everyone in the arena shits a brick as they were NOT expecting fireworks with the intensity of the sun to nuke the arena and scorch everyones eyeballs!

Luckily, a few signs were spared from annihilation so lets look at em!

GRAVY THE
REAL MVP

WHY IS ANARCHY ALWAYS LATE?
DOESN'T XWF HAVE LIKE 10 GMS!?

EDWARD DOESN'T
KNOW HOW
TO WRITE!

RETIRE ALREADY
CENT!

GATOR: Sup nerds, welcome to this show we do.

TODD: Could be a bit more enthusiastic, Gator.

GATOR: No.

TODD: Uh well, anyway we have a great show for you tonight folks! And we're gonna kick it off Anarchy's favourite British girl Molly Barnes against newcomer and the Queen in the King's Court, Kim Chaeryoung!

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MOLLY BARNES - vs - KIM "CHAE" CHAERYOUNG Singles

The arena buzzes with excitement as Molly Barnes makes her way to the ring. The crowd roars with approval, their cheers echoing through the venue. Molly confidently struts down the ramp, absorbing the energy from the fans.

She climbs up the steel steps, entering the ring with purpose. The spotlight follows her, illuminating her presence in the center of the squared circle. Molly raises her arms, acknowledging the crowd's support before focusing on the upcoming match.





The bell rings, and the match between Molly Barnes and Kim Chaeryoung is underway. They meet in the center of the ring, cautiously circling each other, analyzing their opponent's movements. Molly starts the mind games, taunting Kim with her confident demeanor. Kim responds with a stern expression, showing that she won't be intimidated.

TODD: Molly Barnes is starting with some psychological warfare here, Gator. She's trying to get inside Kim's head and throw her off her game.

GATOR: Absolutely, Todd. But let's not underestimate Kim's resilience. She's not one to back down easily.

Molly charges forward, attempting a running facewash, but Kim evades it with a quick sidestep. Kim counters with a swift kneebar, targeting Molly's leg.

GATOR: Kim with a great counter there! She's targeting Molly's leg, trying to weaken her foundation.

TODD: It's a smart strategy, Gator. If Kim can limit Molly's mobility, it will give her an advantage in this match.

Molly manages to escape the kneebar and regains her footing. She retaliates with a series of impactful strikes, including a slingshot suplex and a knee slam, showcasing her power and agility.

GATOR: Molly is on fire right now! She's unleashing her arsenal of moves, and Kim is feeling the impact.

TODD: It's impressive to see Molly's technique in action. She's definitely making a statement in this match.

Molly finishes off her offensive flurry with her signature move, "The Barnestormer," a devastating Northern Lights Bomb, driving Kim into the mat.

GATOR: What a finisher by Molly Barnes! That Northern Lights Bomb could be the end for Kim!

TODD: Molly Barnes is looking like a million bucks tonight, Gator. She's showcasing her skills and proving why she's a top competitor.

The referee slides into position, counting the pinfall.

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Two...












Three!

WINNER VIA PINFALL - MOLLY BARNES!

GATOR: And there you have it, folks! Molly Barnes with an impressive win over Kim "Chae" Chaeryoung. She truly dominated this match.

TODD: Molly Barnes proved tonight why she's a force to be reckoned with. She executed her moves flawlessly and walked away with a well-deserved victory.

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We open to the outdoors of the 2300 Arena where we see JB signing some autographs, and taking pictures with the XWF fans earlier today before the show started. Then one of them pushes some fans to the side to get up on JB’s face, trying to start something with him.

“Fuck you John Black!”

“Fuck me?... Who said that?”

Then we see the purp in his Richie rich outfit who looked like a bit of HGH mixed with Ari the XWF Mailman dressed down in a Gucci sweater, pants, and loafers who starts to spit on JB.

“You are a disgrace in the wrestling business. You shouldn’t have come to the arena, because I don't want you to put your hands on HGH!”


JB then ignored the dude, and he decided to shove him to the side, JB didn’t budge and continued to talk with the fans, until the guy ended up calling him the N Word, and screaming very bad things towards him. Then the fans started shouting “FUCK HIM UP JB!” in unison, as the Richie rich dude backed up and ran in the building. Then the people grabbed the dude by his sweater back outside, and JB ended up stomping the dude out as the fans were going crazy outside of the arena.

Then he flees from the 2300 Arena in his limo, as JB talks to the people outside the venue.

“I don’t have any beef with people who are rich, nor poor… if you disrespect me, you gonna get your fucking ass kicked. I am the man of the people, and you people are the man to this shit. I might not come home winning against HGH, but i don’t give two fucks about that outcome. I know my place isn’t in the so -called shitty deathmatch as the main event, but who needs that when I can say that I am going to smoke that former Anarchy champion who got out jungled by edward.

Who wants to see me rip that fucka HGH off tonight?”

Then the crowd chanted Anarchy and JB, as he walked around the crowd of people towards the entrance of the place. Then before he enters the building, he gets a lone cameraman to film all this shit, and finally ends his piece.

“All I will say is this, Anarchy will not be televised once I stomp a ditch on HGH here tonight. Thangs finna be a different story here.”

Then he shoves the camera away, and he walks towards the locker room of the venue as the crowd chants his name, as it cuts back to the commentators.

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HGH Vs. JOHN BLACK Singles Match - Hot Wheels Hell Rules

GATOR: This is the kind if stuff the Anarchy fans want? I thought I was fixing Anarchy from this nonsense.

TODD: Why do you let it happen then if you think it’s so bad?

GATOR: Really, this is hitting rock bottom, I don’t care anymore. I kinda put on a blindfold and threw something at a dart board.



HGH walks down to the ring, grabbing two yard lengths of flimsy plastic Hot Wheels track.

TODD: Well, fans the Hot Wheels Hell match, as it’s known…

GATOR: Christ, there’s precedence of this?

TODD: Oh, I think we all remember the classic Hot Wheels Hell match back in 1976!

GATOR: I wasn’t even born then, how could I remember it?



John Black makes his way down to the ring, pushing a shopping cart full of Hot Wheels cars! He grabs two handfuls and rolls into the ring, and upon standing hurls them both at HGH! HGH is taken of guards by this unorthodox offense! The referee calls for the bell and we’re officially underway! John Black rushes in and clubbers at HGH’s neck with overhead forearm blows, backing him into a corner! John Black rears back and charges in!

John Black goes for a big body splash!

HGH steps forward, and with bushido skills, slashes at John Black’s midsection with a length of toy plastic race track with a resounding crack! JB doubles over in agony! HGH hauls back and whacks JB right in the ass with the track!

TODD: Who’s your daddy, John Black?

GATOR: A question nobody has ever asked.

HGH takes the length of race track and laces it between JB’s legs! He grabs it on either side, and yanks up!

JB puts his hands down, and shaking, fights off the immediate threat to his testes!

IT’S A TEST OF STRENGTH! HGH pulls up on the track, but JB scream, and with all his might pushes back, but HGH pulls up again! JB’s little JBs are on the line! JB pushes down, and throws a back elbow! HGH recoils letting go of the track! JB grabs it!

JOHN BLACK: I’m going to beat you like you stole something now!

John Black brings the length of track down across HGH’s back! The welts from these blows are evident on both men!

With another vicious swing, JB brings the track down across HGH’s back.

With a third swipe, JB cracks the light plastic slat against HGH.

TODD: JB just went full Zorro!

GATOR: Did you just fucking reference Zorro? You know what, don’t answer, I don’t care.

JB pivots HGH and cinches the track around his throat! JB with a track assisted DDT!

1…



2…



Kickout! JB is frustrated, so he starts setting up a track, leading directly to HGH’s head!

It takes him several minutes, giving HGH a breather!

JB pulls out his favorite Hot Wheels, the rainbow one! He places it at the start of the track! It goes down a ramp! As it does, HGH gets to his feet!

The rainbow car goes through a double hairpin turn! HGH with a right to JB! JB fires back with a right!

The rainbow car jumps a ramp made out of VHS tapes! HGH with a front kick! JB with a forearm smash!

The rainbow car goes through a sick double loop-de-loop! HGH with a bionic elbow! JB with a back chop!

The rainbow car lands on a swing, and pivots to another length of track, gaining momentum! This is one really intricately set up track! HGH is tired, and throws a last ditch shot at JB! JB with a last ditch shot at HGH!

………… GOES DOWN!

THE HOT WHEELS CAR CONNECTS WITH THEIR HEAD WITH THE FORCE OF A SHOTGUN BLAST!!

HGH with the pin!


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3!

WINNER - HGH

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MASTERMIND - vs - APHRIYA ADLER - vs - CENTURION Triple Threat

A figure is seen walking out from the back wearing a black hooded sweatshirt on. The hood was over his head so he couldn't be seen, and his head was looking down.

He stood in a stance. And as a white light appeared on his front, he unzipped his sweatshirt and showed the front of the t-shirt:

As it continued he turned around and took off his hooded sweatshirt and revealed the back of the t-shirt which read:

He turned back around and stood in a pose as the white light bathed on him to reveal: MASTERMIND

He then smirks as he walks all the way to the ring, with the Misfits Manager Antony The Jerk, walking not far behind.  Followed by Melanie 'Crayzee' Childs and Kris 'The Hammer' Von Bonn.



A shower of rainbow colored lights falls upon the stage just as "Bad Girl" by DAYA begins to play. Aphriya Adler then explodes from behind the curtain jumping and reaching out to the crowd, each side of the stage. Then it seems as though the rainbow lights escort down the ramp. Her energy is high and quite contagious as the crowd cheers for her. Aphriya tries to touch each fan's hand that are outstretched down the ramp. She seems to glide into the ring under the bottom rope seamlessly. She bounces to each side raising her hand to the crowd with a bright smile.

The music begins to fade and the gameface comes on. Removing her jacket then keeping herself loose in the corner awaiting the battle to begin.



Centurion's entrance begins as the arena lights dim. The opening chords of "Wild Thing" blast through the speakers, instantly igniting the crowd's excitement. The fans rise to their feet, cheering and clapping to the infectious beat.

Amidst the electric energy, Centurion steps out from behind the curtain, his presence commanding attention. He raises his arms, soaking in the adoration from the crowd. With a determined look in his eyes, he makes his way down the ramp, moving to the rhythm of the music.

GATOR: Oh boy, here comes Centurion, and he's making a statement with his choice of entrance music. "Wild Thing" sets the tone for his no-nonsense attitude.

TODD: Absolutely, Gator. Centurion knows how to capture the crowd's attention, and this song certainly does the trick. It's a classic anthem that resonates with both long-time fans and new ones.

Centurion strides confidently toward the ring, his gaze fixed on his opponents. The cheers of the crowd grow louder, fueling his determination. He climbs the ring steps, pausing at the apron to survey the arena before gracefully stepping through the ropes.

GATOR: You can see the focus in his eyes. Age may have taken its toll, but he's still got that fire burning inside him.

TODD: That's right, Gator. Centurion's experience and tenacity make him a formidable opponent. He may have some physical limitations, but don't underestimate his ring presence and the knowledge he's gained over the years.

As Centurion settles in his corner, the crowd continues to cheer in anticipation. The familiar tune of "Wild Thing" fades away, leaving the arena buzzing with excitement for the match that's about to unfold.

The atmosphere in the arena reaches a fever pitch as Centurion, Mastermind, and Aphriya Adler step into the ring for their triple threat match. The anticipation is palpable as the competitors lock eyes, knowing that only one can emerge victorious. The bell rings, and the battle begins.

GATOR: Here we go, folks! It's a high-stakes triple threat match featuring Centurion, Mastermind, and Aphriya Adler. This is going to be one wild ride.

The match kicks off with Mastermind and Aphriya working in sync, launching a relentless assault on Centurion.

TODD: And it looks like Mastermind and Aphriya have formed a temporary alliance in the opening seconds of this match, focusing their attention on Centurion. They know he's a seasoned veteran, and they're hoping to take him out early.

They utilize their combined agility and power, hitting him with a flurry of strikes and high-impact moves.

GATOR: Centurion is in a tough spot right now. He's caught between a rock and a hard place as Mastermind and Aphriya relentlessly attack him.

TODD: That's the strategy, Gator! Mastermind and Aphriya are smart to work together at this stage, honestly.

As the match progresses, the tension between Mastermind and Aphriya Adler begins to rise. Despite their initial alliance against Centurion, the competitive nature of both wrestlers starts to overshadow their collaboration.

GATOR: Uh-oh, Todd! The alliance between Mastermind and Aphriya seems to be showing cracks. This could be the opening Centurion needs.

Centurion dodges a double-team maneuver from Mastermind and Aphriya. Their coordination falters, and they inadvertently collide with each other instead. The impact creates a momentary disarray, leaving an opening for Centurion to turn the tables.

TODD: You're right, Gator. It looks like the unity is starting to crumble, and Centurion is ready to capitalize.

Sensing the opportunity, Centurion capitalizes on the miscommunication between his opponents. With lightning-fast reflexes, he strikes Mastermind with a V Trigger, a devastating knee strike that sends him staggering backward and through the ropes. Simultaneously, Centurion locks Aphriya in an armbar, applying excruciating pressure to her arm.

The crowd erupts with surprise at the sudden turn of events as they witness the breakdown of the once unified front against Centurion.

Aphriya fights to escape Centurion's grasp, writhing in pain as she desperately reaches for the ropes. Meanwhile, Mastermind regains his composure on the outside.

GATOR: Centurion has turned the tables and taken control of this match!

TODD: This is where Centurion's experience shines through. He's seen it all before and knows how to come out on top.

As the pain intensifies in Aphriya's arm, she channels her inner resilience and refuses to succumb to defeat. With a surge of determination, she summons the strength to fight back against Centurion's relentless assault.

Slowly but steadily, Aphriya manages to shift her weight, inching her way closer to the ropes. With a final burst of energy, she stretches her arm to its limit and clasps her hand around the bottom rope, forcing the referee to call for a rope break.

The referee intervenes, instructing Centurion to release the hold. Reluctantly, Centurion complies, but the damage has been done. Aphriya's arm hangs limp at her side, visibly weakened but far from broken.

Aphriya grits her teeth, refusing to let the pain deter her. She knows she needs to turn the tide of the match if she has any hope of overcoming her adversaries. Summoning her resilience, she rises to her feet, fueled by a fiery determination.

Centurion, sensing Aphriya's resurgence, charges at her with full force. But Aphriya, relying on her agility and speed, evades his oncoming attack, slipping behind him with lightning-fast reflexes.

With a surge of adrenaline, Aphriya connects with a series of quick kicks and knee strikes, stunning Centurion and forcing him to retreat.

TODD: Incredible, Gator! Aphriya has rallied back from the brink and is now taking the fight to Centurion!

GATOR: You can never count out Aphriya, Todd. Her resilience and skill are unmatched, and she's proving it right now with this incredible comeback.

Just as it seems Aphriya is gaining the upper hand, Mastermind shocks the crowd by betraying her. With a sinister grin, he delivers a brutal low blow to his former ally just moments earlier!

GATOR: Unbelievable! Mastermind has just backstabbed Aphriya! What a shocking turn of events!

TODD: I'm not shocked at all! Afterall, Only one person can win!

Mastermind seizes a moment of opportunity to turn the tides against Centurion. With a sinister grin on his face, he launches a surprise attack, blindsiding Centurion with a sudden onslaught of strikes and ruthless maneuvers.

The crowd gasps in shock as Mastermind ruthlessly pummels Centurion, taking advantage of his vulnerable state. He delivers a series of punishing blows, including a devastating enziguri and a thunderous RKO-Stunner, leaving Centurion reeling.

GATOR: Oh my! Mastermind has completely turned the tables on Centurion! This is brutal!

TODD: Mastermind is showing his true colors, Gator. He's a dangerous competitor, and right now, he's taking full advantage of the situation.

As Centurion struggles to regain his footing, Mastermind grabs hold of him, showcasing his immense strength by hoisting Centurion onto his shoulders. With a sinister laugh, Mastermind delivers a bone-jarring back body drop, sending Centurion crashing to the mat.

GATOR: What a devastating back body drop by Mastermind! Centurion must be feeling the effects of that impact.

TODD: Mastermind is showcasing his power, Gator. He's relentless in his assault, leaving Centurion in a world of pain.

Mastermind doesn't let up. He capitalizes on Centurion's weakened state, relentlessly driving him to the ropes. With a forceful whip, Mastermind hurls Centurion across the ring, sending him hurtling towards the ropes..

Mastermind whips Centurion into the ropes and awaits his return, ready to deliver a devastating back body drop. As Centurion rebounds, Mastermind lunges forward, but Centurion swiftly counters with a well-timed dropkick, catching Mastermind off guard.

The crowd roars with excitement as Centurion starts to shift the momentum in his favor. He springs back to his feet, showcasing his agility and resilience. Sensing his opportunity, Centurion seizes Mastermind by the arm, executing a lightning-fast arm drag takedown.

TODD: Centurion is making his move now, Gator! He's using his quickness to outmaneuver Mastermind.

GATOR: Centurion too old to be quick at anything, but he knows how to adapt, Todd. He's experienced enough to turn the tables when the odds are stacked against him.

Centurion maintains his momentum, launching a relentless offensive assault. He unleashes a barrage of strikes, combining his technical prowess with hard-hitting strikes to keep Mastermind on the defensive. Centurion punctuates his offensive flurry with a swift standing dropkick, sending Mastermind crashing to the mat.

GATOR: Centurion is on fire! He's found his rhythm and is dictating the pace of this match.

With Mastermind momentarily down and vulnerable, Centurion shifts his focus to Aphriya, who is recovering from the earlier onslaught. Determination burning in his eyes, Centurion charges towards Aphriya, who quickly realizes the impending danger.

Aphriya attempts to mount a defense, throwing a wild punch towards Centurion, but he expertly ducks under it. Seizing the opportunity, Centurion wraps his arms around Aphriya's waist, hoisting her up for the 1000 Mile Slam.

The crowd erupts in anticipation as Aphriya struggles desperately, but Centurion's grip remains unyielding.

GATOR: Centurion has Aphriya in his grasp! He's going for the 1000 Mile Slam!

TODD: This could be the turning point of the match, Gator. If Centurion hits this move, it could spell disaster for Aphriya.

With a tremendous display of power, Centurion slams Aphriya down to the mat with bone-shaking force, executing the 1000 Mile Slam to perfection. The impact reverberates through the ring, leaving Aphriya writhing in pain.

Centurion makes the cover and the referee slides into position, counting the pinfall as the crowd holds their breath in anticipation. One... two...

But before the referee's hand can strike the mat for the third time, Mastermind, who had recovered during the chaos, breaks up the pinfall attempt. He delivers a vicious elbow drop onto Centurion, breaking his hold on Aphriya.

GATOR: Mastermind with a brutal interruption! He's not going to let Centurion walk away with the victory that easily!

TODD: The resilience and determination of these competitors are truly remarkable, Gator. They're pulling out all the stops to secure the win.

Mastermind, fueled by a combination of anger and desperation, grabs Centurion by the hair and yanks him back to his feet. With a look of pure malice, Mastermind unleashes a barrage of punches, driving Centurion back towards the ropes.

GATOR: Mastermind is unleashing his fury on Centurion! He wants to make him pay for every moment of this match!

TODD: Centurion is in a precarious position now, Gator. He needs to find a way to turn the tables and regain his momentum.

With a final burst of strength, Mastermind whips Centurion into the ropes, sending him hurtling towards the opposite side of the ring. The crowd gasps as Centurion rebounds off the ropes, hurtling back towards Mastermind.

GATOR: Centurion is coming back at Mastermind! What's going to happen next?!

TODD: It's a critical moment, Gator. The outcome of this match could be decided right here!


With the crowd on their feet, Centurion charges towards Mastermind. In a display of pure athleticism, Centurion leaps into the air, delivering a thunderous running V-Trigger that connects with precision.

Mastermind is sent spiraling through the ropes, crashing to the outside once again. The impact leaves him sprawled on the ringside floor, clutching his chin in agony.

GATOR: Centurion's V-Trigger connects! Mastermind is down and out!

TODD: What a devastating strike by Centurion! He's proving that age is just a number with moves like that!

With Mastermind temporarily removed from the equation, Centurion shifts his focus back to Aphriya. She slowly rises to her feet, unaware of the impending danger. Centurion wastes no time and seizes the opportunity.

He swiftly maneuvers behind Aphriya. The crowd gasps as Centurion transitions seamlessly, applying immense pressure to Aphriya's back with the Fall of Rome, his signature submission hold, akin to the Walls of Jericho.

GATOR: Centurion has locked in the Fall of Rome! Aphriya is trapped, and the pain must be excruciating!

TODD: This is Centurion's moment to capitalize on his momentum. He's demonstrating his mastery of submission holds here!

Aphriya grits her teeth, her face contorted with agony as Centurion applies relentless pressure, stretching her body to its limits.

Centurion's grip remains firm as he wrenches back, his focus unwavering. Aphriya claws desperately at the mat, searching for any possible escape route. The arena is filled with anticipation as the referee checks on Aphriya, closely monitoring her condition.

Mastermind rushes in to break the hold but an axe-handle to Cent's neck is a second too late as Adler taps out!

WINNER VIA SUBMISSION - CENTURION!

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Gator: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the entrance of our reigning Anarchy Champion, Edward! Tonight, he's here to sign the contract to defend his title against the formidable Chelsea LeClair at War Games!"

Todd: "That's right, Gator. Chelsea LeClair earned her shot at the Anarchy Championship, and she's ready to test her skills against the "Strongest Warrior", Edward. This match is going to be a clash of titans!"



The arena goes dark, and tribal drums begin to echo throughout the venue. Smoke fills the entrance ramp as red and orange lights flash, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Gator: "Listen to that, Todd! The anticipation is through the roof."

Edward strides confidently down the ramp, his eyes fixed on Bama T who is waiting in the ring. The crowd responds with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Gator: Look at that focused expression on Edward's face, Todd. He knows the challenge that awaits him in the form of Chelsea LeClair, but make no mistake, Edward is determined to prove why he's the "Strongest Warrior" and the "Shiniest Champion" at War Games!"

Todd: "Absolutely, Gator. Edward has built his reputation on crushing opponents, but Chelsea LeClair is no ordinary challenger. She's proven herself as a fierce competitor on her way to this moment, and at War Games, she'll test the mettle of the Anarchy Champion."

Edward reaches the ringside area, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the arena. He ascends the steel steps, leaping over the ropes and entering the ring where he hops around like a primate while showing off his shiny.

Gator: "Edward stands tall in the center of the ring, ready to put his mark on the contract and defend his Anarchy Championship."

Todd: "This is a defining moment for Edward, Gator. He's been a dominant champion in the past, but Chelsea LeClair has proven to be a force to be reckoned with. Their collision at WAR GAMES is going to be explosive."



As the arena erupts with anticipation, the familiar entrance theme of Chelsea LeClair begins to play. The crowd roars with excitement as she emerges from behind the curtain, exuding confidence with every step she takes. The spotlight follows her down the entrance ramp, illuminating her path towards the ring.

Gator: "Here comes the sensational Chelsea LeClair, folks! The woman who was originally set to face HGH at War Games, but now finds herself in a high-stakes encounter against the returning powerhouse, EDWARD, for the Anarchy title!"

Todd: "Absolutely, Gator! Chelsea has proven time and time again that she is a force to be reckoned with. She's a fierce competitor who's been honing her skills and making a name for herself in the wrestling world. This opportunity to compete for the Anarchy title is a testament to her hard work and dedication."

Gator: "That's right, Todd. Chelsea has shown incredible resilience and determination, and tonight, she's ready to prove that she deserves to be in that championship conversation. But let's not forget about EDWARD, who made a triumphant return and claimed the title from HGH in an unexpected turn of events."

Todd: "Indeed, Gator. EDWARD is a true powerhouse, a caveman wrestler with immense strength and an unyielding spirit. This match is going to be an epic clash between two formidable competitors, each with their own unique styles and motivations."

Chelsea continues her confident stride towards the ring, focused and determined. The fans cheer her on, knowing that she is about to engage in a monumental encounter that could redefine her career. As she reaches the ring, she climbs up the steel steps and confidently steps between the ropes, ready to put it all on the line for a chance at championship glory.

Bama T is standing at a table inside of the ring with a contract laid out in front of them. Edward, a massive and intimidating figure dressed in primitive warrior attire, stands on one side. Chelsea LeClair, a determined and confident wrestler, stands on the other side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this monumental contract signing for the upcoming Anarchy Championship match at War Games, baby! I'm Bama T, and this is going to be one explosive encounter!"

Bama motions toward Chelsea LeClair. "Our challenger, Chelsea LeClair! She has been on a tear, baby! Proving her mettle in the ring and earning her shoy by defeating Molly Barnes and The Atomic Bat, but she's got quite the challenge ahead of her in the form of Edward, who recently returned to dethrone HGH and once again become "The Strongest Warrior" Edward is quite the force to be reckoned with, and holds the Anarchy Championship as evidence, baby!"

Edward pounds his chest and grunts like a caveman, displaying his dominance.

"Well, it seems like Edward is eager to get this contract signed and get on to the fighting! Let's not waste any more time. Chelsea, please step forward and sign the contract."

Bama extends his hand, offering Chelsea a pen, but she bypasses it and reaches instead for his microphone.

"There is something that I would like to say before I sign this and it’s nothing bad. I will say that I was definitely expecting HGH to be here considering how dominant of a champion he appeared to be. But ultimately, anything can happen on any given night and last week that was proven when the title changed hands. Also, the fact that I even won in Anarchy Championship match in just my second match in XWF says a hell of a lot too. This title match that we have going on obviously seems to be a battle of the ‘surprises’. Still, I’ve gone into this with the mindset that whether it’s Edward or whether it’s HGH, one way or another, I was and still am, planning on becoming the Anarchy Champion.

I didn’t come to XWF to be just another face on the roster… or to be a pretty face all in all…

I sure as heck didn’t come here to be an insufferable hag like Sidney Grey and her 78 year old ass!

I came here to be a champion! I’ve proven that I can be one and I will continue to prove as such! So with that being said… I look forward to this match… and you’re going to realize that I’m nowhere near as easy to put down as you think I might be…"

Chelsea confidently clicks the pen, the sound echoing through the arena, and she leans down to elegantly sign her name on the contract.

Bama T: "There it is, folks! Chelsea LeClair signs her name with conviction, ready to take on the challenge of dethroning Edward and becoming the new Anarchy Champion!"

Gator: "The intensity in Chelsea's eyes is undeniable, Todd. She's determined to prove herself and seize the opportunity to claim that prestigious Anarchy Championship."

Todd: "Absolutely, Gator. Chelsea LeClair has been on a path of destruction, defeating formidable opponents to earn her shot. Now, she stands face-to-face with Edward, ready to leave her mark on the Anarchy division."

Bama T: "Now, it's time for the reigning Anarchy Champion to put his signature on that contract. Edward, show us what you got!"

Edward grunts loudly and slams his fist onto the contract, leaving an indelible imprint, showcasing his raw power.

Gator: "Well, that's certainly an unconventional signature, Todd. Edward making his mark in his own primal way."

Todd: "No doubt about it, Gator. Edward's brute strength is his signature, and he's leaving no room for doubt that he plans to retain that Anarchy Championship."

Bama T: "The contract is now signed! The stage is set for an explosive clash between Chelsea LeClair and Edward at War Games! Get ready for a battle like no other, folks!"

The crowd erupts with anticipation, knowing that the Anarchy Championship match at War Games will be a spectacle to remember.

Gator: "Indeed, Bama T. The stakes have been raised, the contract is signed, and the countdown begins. Chelsea LeClair and Edward are on a collision course, and the Anarchy Championship will be on the line. This is going to be one wild ride, folks!"

Todd: "Absolutely, Gator. We can't wait to see these two warriors collide in the ring. Get your popcorn..."




"LISTEN UP, HGH! YOU THINK YOU STRONG, BUT EDWARD STRONGER! IF YOU WANNA PROVE YOU TOUGHEST WARRIOR, EDWARD GONNA SHOW YOU TRUE STRENGTH!"

The crowd stirs in curiosity as Chelsea LeClair gazes in astonishment at EDWARD's announcement.

"BIG MATCH BE CAGE MATCH. IT NOT JUST REGULAR STEEL CAGE. OH NO, THAT TOO SIMPLE. EDWARD MAKING IT "STRONGEST WARRIOR SABERTOOTH STEEL CAGE CHALLENGE"! WARRIOR NOT ONLY MUST BE STRONGEST TO ESCAPE CAGE, BUT ALSO DEADLY SABRETOOTH TIGERS ROAMING OUTSIDE OF CAGE WITHOUT GET EATEN! IT TAKE STRONG WARRIOR TO SURVIVE CHALLENGE. EDWARD READY, ARE YOU!!?"

The crowd erupts in a mix of excitement and concern, while HGH's eyes widen in sheer disbelief.

Gator: "My goodness, did you hear that, Todd? EDWARD is throwing sabertooth tigers into the equation!"

Todd: "That's right, Gator. This gonna be one wild and dangerous bout. Wrestlers gotta battle each other and avoid becoming a tasty snack for them ferocious predators."

The camera captures Chelsea LeClair, her face determined and ready for the challenge, and then shifts back to HGH, who's flippin' out on the stage, hollerin' in utter disbelief.

Gator: "HGH is losin' his marbles, Todd. He realizes he might've bitten off more than he can chew with this stipulation."

Todd: "Absolutely, Gator. EDWARD out to prove he the toughest warrior, and this match gonna test that claim. The Strongest Warrior Sabertooth Steel Cage Challenge gonna be a spectacle like no other, and you can witness it LIVE at WAR GAMES!"

The crowd buzzes with anticipation as the scene fades to black, leaving everyone eager to witness this extraordinary and perilous showdown.

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The lights in the building go down and a spotlight shines on the ring, where we see Tig O’Bitties. But the XWF ring announcer has changed out of her normal uniform of a spaghetti strap so thin that her monstrous bust looks like two watermelons being held up by Dollar Store floss, because the XWF is STILL run by 13-year-olds, and into a far more appropriate dress of black and red which features fully shoulders and cloth covering her from heel to her neck.


TIG: Everyone, please stand for the arrival of the MOST Decorated Wrestler in XWF History.


About half the crowd stands as-


EYES





ON






ME!

A red spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as a metal version of the Moonlight Sonata plays. Through the curtain walks a woman, dressed like she’s about to ride through a New England town in 1913, carrying a large plaque.

TIG: She has been awarded the Newcomer of the Year in 2019…

Another woman carrying a plaque walks out.

TIG: …she has been recognized as having THE best debut promotional video ever…

A third woman with a plaque joins them.

TIG: …she has the record for the FASTEST victory in the XWF, wherein she made Atara Raven, of the House of Themis, tap out in five seconds…

A fourth woman with a heavy plaque.

TIG: …she has the BEST smile, with an estimated worth of being in the billions…

Yet ANOTHER woman walks out.

TIG: …and, as seen at some point in the future due to the reality-bending tape delay schedule of Anarchy, the undisputed greatest return in that show’s history…

Sarah calmly walks out onto the ramp and stops, taking the time to look at the crowd. As the guitars play, she slowly walks down the ramp, careful to avoid the touch of any fans, as the women carrying the plaques follow in her wake.

TIG: Standing at the perfect height of 5 feet and 2 inches, and weighing in tonight at a buff and squat 145 pounds-

Upon approaching the ring, the woman quickly arrange themselves in front of her, dropping to all fours, into that of a human staircase, for Sarah to ascend.

TIG: -and fighting simultaneously out of both the Hills of Hollywood and the Blueberry Fields of Maine-

Sarah slips through the ropes as two of the women hurriedly open them for her.

TIG: -she has an overall XWF record of 43 wins, 10 losses, and 2 draws-

Sarah makes her way to a corner, leaning her back into it.

TIG: -she has won the Universal Championship…the Tag Team Championship…the Anarchy Championship…the Leap of Faith Rafter Match…and survived War Games…

Sarah pushes herself up the turnbuckle until she sits atop the highest pad, a queen on her throne.

TIG: …she is the Blood Princess…the Firestarter…both the Poshest of Goths AND the Gothest of Poshes…the Matron of Pigeons…Ilhar de La'el...YOUR Rule 63 Thanos……SARAHHHHHHHHH

Tig takes a big breath as Sarah looks around at the crowd with a small smirk.

AKA: Resting Sar Face.

TIG: LAAAAAACKLAAAAAAAAAN!

Sarah gives Tig a small nod of approval before slowly raising one fist into the air as the crowd splits in cheers and jeers.

SARAH LACKLAN - vs - DARREN DANGEROUS Scaffold Spiderweb Deathmatch Match will take place in a ring with scaffolding constructed 20ft above it Under the scaffold, 10 feet above the ring, will lay a spider's web made of barbwire The only way to win the match is to climb the scaffold and throw your opponent into the spider's web below NOTE: 2300 Arena isn't that big so scaffold size may be exaggerated to sell more tickets

GATOR: YES! FINALLY WE GET TO SEE DARREN DANGEROUS!!! ANARCHY IS FINALLY WORTH IT!

Lacklan waits in the ring with a raised eyebrow looking at the bullshit around her.

TODD: Yeah, but where is Darren?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!


INSANE PYRO EXPLODES AT THE TOP OF THE SCAFFOLD!

Darren Dangerous appears already bloody with a kendo stick in one hand and a nail board in the other. He smashes the kendo stick over his head over and over as the crowd get hype as Lacklan watches with a look of disgust and boredom.

Darren throws the nail board to the mat and runs his finger over his throat staring down at Lacklan and begins to move down the scaffold to meet her.

GATOR: Oh man this is gonna be sick! Match of the year right here Todd, mark my words!

And Darren almost immediately makes a misstep on the scaffolding and falls into the barbwire web.

WINNER VIA STUPIDITY - SARAH LACKLAN!

GATOR: OH COME ON!

DD struggles in the barbwire like a fly caught as Lacklan nods to herself and simply leaves the ring with an exhausted sigh.