TODD: Folks, this show tonight is so stacked, our opening match would be the main event on any other night!
BAMA: You ain’t lyin’, Toddrick! We just got out the garage and we’re already in sixth gear!
"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.
TODD: Second-generated XWF star, Solomon Kline! He had a very impressive showing in the Ides of March tournament… if Aurora and Gorgo hadn’t drawn and he’d ended up in the only triple-threat, you have to wonder if he might have upset either of them one-on-one!
BAMA: Sol’s got a chip on his shoulder, trying to exceed his daddy’s impressive career! But, this young man’s got talent by the barrel!
TODD: No doubt, Bama! Kline ended up in this match because he laid down the gauntlet to the Revolution champion… He’s campaigning for XWF Rookie of the Year already… Can Solomon Kline secure his first championship gold in the XWF tonight?
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!"
He returns to the ring and readies himself for the match.
…
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!
TODD: Now, if you wanna talk impressive starts on Anarchy, Justin York returned to the XWF just a few short weeks ago and has been shooting for the Revolution champion like a rocket sled on rails!
BAMA: You ain’t kiddin’, Toddy! York got on the mic back in February and said some very derogatory things about Matthias Syn and his internal fortitude and his need to get his ass whooped! Ever since then, York’s been a man on a mission!
TODD: York upset his own company’s world champion Cyph3r in a #1 contender’s match for the Revolution! Then, York went on at Ides of March to beat former Revolution Champion, Mister Oz!
BAMA: The “King” has been on the warpath… And now he’s outside the gates of the Revolution kingdom! Will he claim what he thinks is rightfully is!
York enters the ring and stands on the middle ropes and holds his crown high in the air while giving a death stare into the crowd.
…
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, the Revolution title sitting on his shoulder!
TODD: Matthias Syn! THE Revolution Champion! At the time I’m making this statement, Matthias Syn has been Revolution Champion for two-hundred-fifty-two CONSECUTIVE days!
BAMA: It’s been an impressive reign, Toddrick! Especially impressive when you know that the other three men that have held that belt only kept it for a combined one-hundred-thirty-seven days between them!
TODD: For over two-thirds of its existence as a championship, the Revolution title has belonged to Matthias Syn! And by holding it, Syn has become synonymous with Revolution!
BAMA: And that includes SIX title defenses! Against top Anarchy talents like Summer Page! Mister Oz!
…Also, Roger.
TODD: It’s been an incredible reign for Matthias Syn! And you know he’s doing everything in his power to make his reign last forever! But, tonight, he’s facing two men that have personally called for his head! Will the Matthias Syn Revolution roll on?
After several seconds he begins to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring, not allowing the fans to touch him.
On the way to the ring… the camera catches him nodding at a scruffy man dressed all in black…
The camera pans out… Actually, in the front row, on all four sides of the ring, men dressed all in black, totalling four…
…The four men, in unison, don Matthias Syn dual-personality masks…
TODD: Bama, who are these guys Syn’s signalling to?
BAMA: I ain’t got a clue, Toddy, I just work here!
…Syn, having communicated with his crew… slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet and poses on the ropes. As he drops down from the ropes he takes off his red leather shearling coat, hands it to the ring girl and sits on the middle turnbuckle…
…
The moment Syn’s music cuts, the official raises the Revolution title! And signals to the timekeeper!
DING DING!
REVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP
MATTHIAS SYN©
- vs -
JUSTIN YORK
- vs -
SOLOMON KLINE
TRIPLE THREAT |
The moment the bell rings, Solomon Kline bursts out of the corner, with fury and fire!
TODD: And here we go!
Syn raises his dukes, ready to scrap when Kline charges straight toward… “King” Justin York!
BAMA: Whoa whoa! Both Kline *and* York called out Syn but now Kline’s attacking York!
TODD: It’s not a handicap match, Bama! Only one of these men is leaving with the Revolution Title and Kline’s smart enough to know Justin York is as big a threat to preventing his victory as is the reigning Revolution champion!
York’s caught off-guard, as Kline drove his shoulder into York’s ribs with a spear that nearly folded the veteran in half!
BAMA: Dang! What a first move!
TODD: No one can accuse the self-proclaimed Rookie of the Year of lacking boldness!
The air’s taken out of York’s lungs, as he’s collapsed into the corner, gasping for breath. The crowd barely had time to react before Kline shoves off the mat, swinging his arm with raw rage—aiming for Matthias Syn.
…Aiming a decapitating clothesline!
BAMA: Kline ain’ gettin’ paid by the hour! He’s looking to snag this win in record-time!
Kline swings…
And a MISS!
Syn, measured and controlled, was a step quicker than Kline’s blitzkrieg attack, springing out of his corner and ducking under Kline’s lariat!
Kline bursts forward, bouncing off the turnbuckle pad and charging back out… While Syn also rides his burst of speed to hit the ropes, rebounding off…
TODD: These two freight trains are barreling full-speed ahead at each other!
Kline’s looking for another clothesline…
But Syn leaps through the air!
LEG LARIAT across the chest of Solomon Kline!
BAMA: What-a-maneuver!
Kline’s head snaps back as his back slams onto the canvas!
Syn lands on his knees, snickering as he takes control of another title match…
When suddenly, he’s waistlocked from behind!
TODD: York strikes back!
BAMA: With three men in the ring, there’s not going to be any room for the champ to catch his breath!
Syn, out of defensive reflex, throws a wild elbow, aiming to decapitate the mastermind behind Pro Wrestling Valor!
…
But ‘King’ Justin York ducks under! Syn swings around, coming face-to-face with York!
…Who wraps him in a front facelock!
And snaps off a vertical suplex!
Syn’s body lands on the mat with a THUD!
BAMA: Daaaang, Toddrick! Syn’s no strawman, but York just tossed him like he was made out of hay!
TODD: No doubt about it, Bama! York is an absolute tank!
As the Revolution champ counts arena rafters from the mat, York sat up, grinning smugly, taking a moment to brush imaginary dust off his shoulder…
Not realizing Solomon Kline was charging in!
TODD: No time for showmanship! Here comes Kline!
Before York even knows what’s going on, Klines’s diving feetfirst across the ring…
RUNNING DROPKICK! Straight to the back of York’s skull!
York gets launched under the bottom rope, rolling to the outside, landing hard on his shoulder!
TODD: York’s been knocked from the ring! No interference! This is like a power play for Solomon Kline!
BAMA: Or Matthias Syn!
Kline didn’t wait a moment to take advantage of York’s absence. He pivoted on his knees toward Syn, who was pulling himself upright by the ropes… Kline grabbed the prone Syn by the wrist…
Then tugged him close for a…
CLOTHESLINE! Syn’s body does a full backflip, before landing flat on his back!
BAMA: Holy Hell! Someone take down that license plate, Syn just got ran over!
Kline beckons the official as he hooks the leg!
1!
2!
THR-No! Syn forces a shoulder up!
TODD: That clothesline looked *devastating* but it’ll take more than that to take the Revolution title from Matthias Syn!
…Kline shoves himself off the mat, ready to go right back to work on the champ… He grasps Syn by the scruff of the neck…
But Syn stiff-arms Kline away!
Kline tries to cut the gap between them and grapple Syn…
But Syn…
Acrobatically leaps onto Kline’s knee!
And clips Solomon with a kick to the skull! Step-up Enzuigiri!
TODD: Wow! Incredible improvised aerial maneuver by Matthias Syn!
…York shakes off the cobwebs, he pushes himself off the mat to roll back in the ring…
BAMA: Ah! Looks like York’s ready to clock back into work…
…When he sees Syn charging after Kline in the corner…
…York’s eyes narrow thoughtfully…
As he smiles… And ducks back down beneath the apron, eyeing the action surreptitiously!
TODD: What the… What’s York doing?
BAMA: He’s letting his opponents tucker themselves out! Both York and Syn are running this like a race, ol’ wiley York knows it’s a marathon!
Syn corners Kline, who’s looking dazed and confused after that kick!
Syn charges in…
But Kline surprises him, catching Syn in a grapple and rotating his footing! Now Syn’s in the corner!
TODD: Incredible counter by the rookie!
…But Syn, now his back to the corner, clinches onto Kline’s grapple…
And slams himself backwards onto the mat, driving Kline face-first into the middle turnbuckle! REVERSE STO!
BAMA: Oh SHIT! That looked ugly!
Kline’s face rebounds HARD and his body rolls like it just got tossed from a moving car!
Syn sneers confidently as he grabs Kline by the legs, drags him to the center of the ring, and rolls into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-Justin York rolls under the bottom rope to elbow drop the back of Syn’s skull!
TODD: York enjoyed his break, *now* he’s ready to BREAK Syn!
Syn clutched his neck, rolling away in agony…
York eyes the champ…
And rolls back outside the ring!
TODD: Oh c’mon!
BAMA: Hey, there’s no prize for hitting the most moves OR getting hit by the most moves! Justin York knows the only guy going home with the belt is the one that scores the three-count at the end!
…Syn cradles his aching skull… He starts to rise at the same time as the woozy Solomon Kline!
Syn swings a right hand… But, Kline ducks under, getting Syn from behind and catching the champ around the waist…
German suplex!
Syn’s body crumples against the mat… But Kline doesn’t release the waistlock!
Instead, Kline forces Syn off the mat, up to his feet…
And launches Syn across! GERMAN SUPLEX!
TODD: Wow!
BAMA: This Kline boy’s a goddamn workhorse!
Syn’s back against collides with the mat… But Kline’s not done!
Outside the ring, York’s given up hiding under the apron… Instead lounging by the barricade, smirking as his opponents do his work for him…
When one of Syn’s lackeys leans over the barricade and mutters something in York’s ear.
…York’s demeanor darkens…
TODD: What did that odd man just say to Justin York?
BAMA: I’m sitting next to you, Toddy! How the Hell would I know?!?
Kline, through force of will and determined, drags Syn again off his feet, ready to complete the triple…
When York runs for the ring and slides under the ropes!
TODD: Well, we can’t be sure what Syn’s colleague said to York, but he looks none-too-pleased about it!
Kline’s vein bulge… Syn reaches for the ropes to stop a third German… but he’s out of reach!
York slides under the bottom rope…
Kline heaves…
York charges!
But Syn sees York coming and ducks…
As York delivers a HUGE BOOT! Taking Solomon Kline’s head almost off his shoulders!
TODD: Wow! What a strike!
Kline skids like roadkill on the highway until his crumpled body lands against the ropes!
He went for a third—but York returned, slipping behind Kline and snapping his arm forward into a short-arm clothesline that decked the second-generation powerhouse. Kline hit the mat hard, landing awkwardly on his shoulder.
BAMA: Kline got knocked into next Thursday from York’s strike aimed at Syn!
TODD: Don’t be sure! If York was aiming that strike specifically for Syn, why’s he still coming after Kline!
Indeed, York, instead of covering the opponent he just blasted, drags Kline off the mat… Deadlifts him into a military press position…
Before slamming him gut first onto York’s knee! GUTBUSTER!
Kline let out a strangled gasp as his abs folded over York’s knee!
York sneers down at Kline, barking insults at the Second-Generation XWFer!
TODD: …Folks, we don’t know what was said to Justin York, but it seemed to really turn him off Solomon Kline!
As York insults Kline, from behind, Syn rises out from the mat…
York reaches down, calling to finish this one…
He leans down to grapple Kline…
When Syn snaps up behind him and clasps him in a rolling wristlock!
Syn drags York to the mat…
And locks in the SYNTHEORY!
SYNTHEORY dead center of the ring!
TODD: Incredible! Syn somehow went from getting suplexed by Kline to taking full control of this match!
BAMA: 252 days and counting, Toddy! Matthias Syn could find a needle of victory in a haystack made of defeat!
Syn, on the precipice of victory, doesn’t bother savoring the feeling of control, immediately applying all the torque he can onto York’s arm!
York HOWLS in agony, the vein in his forehead bulging as pain SEARS through his arm!
BAMA: This could be it!
York’s arm shakes!
He’s got nowhere to go!
…
…..
But Kline charges in! Stomping Syn in the back of the head!
TODD: Oh my God! The match continues!
Kline collapses onto one knee, clearly having not fully shaken off York’s gutbuster…
…Syn cradles his pulsating skull as he scampers off the mat…
York’s arm dangles by his side as he lifts himself up…
TODD: All these men have been through Hell!
BAMA: But only one’s leaving with the belt, Toddy!
Just like at the match’s start, Kline charges first…
This time at the champ!
But Syn catches Kline by the face and shoves him backwards into the corner!
TODD: Disrespectful attack by Syn!
Suddenly, from the rear, Syn gets booted in the side by York…
BAMA: York’s pickin’ his moment and takin’ it!
York spins Syn around… Locking him in a front facelock, prepping for a Killzone…
But Kline springs out of the corner!
And leaps!
ASHES TO ASHES! Running Forearm smash to the face!
York gets bodied, flipping backwards on his shoulders into the corner!
TODD: This could be Kline’s moment!
Kline reaches for Syn… and powers him into the air, setting up for a Dust to Dust!
…But Syn slips out the back!
Catches Kline in a guillotine hold!
SYNTHESIS!
TODD: Matthias Syn hit it! Syn hit the SYNThesis!
BAMA: The Matthias Syn revolution rolls on!
Syn… exhaustedly but cockily… scrambles to get the cov-
WHAM! SPEAR!
Outta the corner like a freight train, York catches Syn with a devastating spear, embedding him into the corner!
Syn collapses onto his front, holding his gut!
BAMA: What I say, Toddrick! York picked his moment!
TODD: But will he be able to put Syn away?
…York drops..
And covers Kline!
BAMA: He doesn’t have to, Toddy!
TODD: The High Ring IQ of Justin York is on full display tonight!
ONE!
Syn, from the mat, crawls arm-over-arm outta the corner…
TWO!
Syn pounces, to break up the count!
He lands on the pin!
…
A MOMENT AFTER THE THREE COUNT!
| WINNER AND NEW REVOLUTION CHAMPION: “KING” JUSTIN YORK! |
TODD: WOW! He actually pulled it off! Justin York is your new Revolution champion!
BAMA: Don’t look now, Toddy, but I don’t think Syn’s pals are headed to the ring as a congratulatory committee!
Indeed, Syn’s four black-clad allies hop the barricade!
York holds up his belt, daring them to str-
FWOOOOOOOOSH
The lights cut out.
…
…..
They flip back on!
TODD: -e lose power? What just hap-
BAMA: Toddy, look!
In the ring, Kline and York are tangled in the ropes, wrapped and unconscious…
As Matthias Syn sits cross-legged in the center of the ring…
Flanked by his black-clad associates…
Covered in blood.
BAMA: What the fuck?!?
TODD: Folks, please standb-
STATIC
…
NON-TITLE
’ALLEGEDLY’ MICHEAL GRAVES
- vs -
LARRY TACT
|
The two men circle each other in the ring as the audience waits on the edge of their seats. Larry and Graves exchange snarls before locking up briefly, but both men push off from the grapple after just a few seconds. That's when Graves throws a sharp low kick, but Tact checks it and responds with a stiff forearm. Graves stumbles back before he returns fire with a snap jab. The pair tie up once more, each man jockeying for control. Tact powers Graves into the ropes, but breaks clean when the referee comes in between them to announce the rope break.
BAMA: Look at the power, look at the strength!
TODD: Who's power and who's strength are you talking about, Bama?
BAMA: BOFFUM'!
The pair reset after the rope break. Graves ducks under a lunge from Larry and lands another leg kick then another, and another. Tact swings wide but Graves slips it and goes behind for a German suplex attempt, but Tact counters with a back elbow and snapmares Graves to the mat. As soon as Graves steps to his feet, Larry follows up with a dropkick to the spine. Graves rolls away, clutching his back, but Tact stays on him. He starts delivering big boots to Graves' back before he lifts Graves into a gutwrench suplex. Graves writhes in pain, but Tact doesn’t let up for a moment. He continually pounds Graves with elbows and forearms before he drags Graves to his feet...only to bring him back down to the mat with another suplex!
TODD: Larry Tact came to Anarchy tonight to make a big statement, and so far, it's working! If he can pull out the win against the champion here tonight, then there's no telling how far he can rise in the ranks!
BAMA: You're damn right that this is a great opportunity for Larry here tonight, and he's making the most of it so far!
Graves rolls to the apron and pulls himself up using the ropes. Tact approaches Graves, but the champion kicks Tact in the stomach and forces him to keel over. Then, Graves grabs Tact in a front facelock before he drives Tact's head down to the mat with a vicious DDT! Both men are down, breathing hard. Micheal Graves gets to his feet first, but only a few seconds before Tact. As Graves sees Tact rising, Graves charges forward with a huge running knee that connects right on the temple of Larry Tact's forehead. Micheal Graves makes the sliding cover as the referee comes in to count the pinfall attempt.
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
TODD: Larry Tact ain't going out like that, not yet!
BAMA: Larry Tact still has a lot to prove here tonight, Todd, so it's no surprise he kicked out!
Graves bickers with the referee for only a few moments before he glances down towards Larry. Graves snarls as he traps the arms of Tact, and then he starts raining down elbows from the topmount position. Tact tries to move his head to avoid the elbows as best he can, but it's no use: Graves has his arms trapped, leaving him defenseless! After a dozen or so elbows, Larry's forehead is busted wide open, and Micheal Graves starts grinning like a madman as the blood flies off Larry's forehead.
TODD: The champion just busted Larry wide open!
BAMA: Uh oh, this isn't looking so good for Larry anymore! He started this match off red-hot, but now, baby the Gravy Train is rolling!
Graves looks down at Tact with a sick smile on his face before heading over to the top rope. As the referee comes in to check on a bleeding and disoriented Tact, Graves is getting ready for a big move off the top rope. Micheal looks out at the crowd, then down towards Larry. The Anarchy Champion enacts some grand, performative gestures before he finally dives high into the air....
BUT TACT MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!
GRAVES CONNECTS WITH NOTHING BUT MAT, HEAD-FIRST!
TACT MAKES THE COVER!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
TODD: Larry almost had the champion! He almost had him right there!
BAMA: Graves has to be careful against Larry Tact! That showboating almost got him killed!
TODD: Both of these men have given it their all tonight, and both are damn near dead for it!
Larry and Graves both lay on the mat, exhausted and covered in Larry's blood. The referee looks down at both men, only to notice that neither one seems to be particularly responsive. The referee starts counting both men down, but Tact suddenly starts to stir around the 8 count. Then, instead of letting the count finish, Larry Tact instead takes matters into his own hands. Larry grabs Graves' by the neck, lifting him up to a standing position.
TODD: It looks like Larry might be setting Graves' up for something big right here!
As Larry tries to contort Graves' into position for a big move, the champion has a sudden burst of energy! Graves sweeps Tact's weakened legs out from under him, causing Larry to slip to the ground. Then, a groggy Graves grabs Larry by the scruff of his neck before putting him in position for a reverse DDT, but instead of bringing him to the mat, Graves brings Larry's head crashing down right into his knee! Graves' follows up the knee to the back of the head with a Cross Rhodes out of nowhere!
TACT IS OUT COLD!
GRAVES MAKES THE COVER!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| Winner by Pinfall - "Allegedly" Micheal Graves |
S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder.
TODD: Summer Page is truly Anarchy royalty! One of the highest ELO stars on the Anarchy brand! One of the most dominant competitors to grace Thursday nights!
BAMA: But, if she’s royalty, where’s her gold, Toddy baby?
TODD: Indeed, Bama! At Ides of March, she came the closest she’s maybe ever come in her XWF career to championship gold… Teaming with the bizarre, paranoid Richard Powers against Roger and Jake Borden… But she came up just short…
BAMA: Her fifth miss! She said in ‘er promo, Toddrick! She’s oh-fer-five!
TODD: Summer may not have a belt, but she’s a champion-at-heart. And the thing about champs… is their most dangerous when they have something to prove! Summer is ITCHING to prove she deserves another chance to compete with gold on the line! And tonight’s her chance to prove just that!
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.
As The Storm is Coming hits, a cackling laugh echoes over the PA system.
Suddenly, blue lights shimmer over the X-Tron! Smoke and rainfall stream down as LATOYA HIXX walks through the curtain, flexing her muscles.
TODD: Speaking of people with something to prove… Latoya Hixx! Truly one of the strongest competitors, not just among the XWF’s women competitors, but among the entire roster! But, that strength hasn’t translated into championship success! Summer’s unhappy with an 0-5 title match record? Latoya’s gone 0-for-7 in title matches across her XWF career!
BAMA: Now, how’s that possible, Toddy? After all, this is her only second match here on Anarchy!
TODD: We-... what?
BAMA: That’s what Hixx said in her promo, Toddrick! That she was about to make her second match here on Anarchy!
TODD: …Second match? Hixx made her Anarchy debut in March of last year, Bama! She’s wrestled a LOT more than two matches!
BAMA: What are you saying, Toddy? That Hixx doesn’t know how to count past two?
TODD: …Anyway…
Hixx walks straight down towards the aisle, slaps a few XWF fans, and then enters the ring!
The lights dim! Cameras flash as Hixx flexes her arms once more. She screams
“LET’S GOOOOOOO!”
TODD: Well, this match doesn’t have a title on the line, but has major implications for both stars going forward! If Summer wants to prove she deserves another title shot, a big win over Hixx would go a long way to proving that! And Hixx, who’s lost her last two matches against Page… she’d have a major case for a Thursday Night title shot if she could finally put together the pieces to secure a win over Page!
BAMA: Pfff, two matches! Did she wrestle Page twice last Anarchy? Cuz this is only Latoya’s second Anarchy!
TODD: It’s not, Bama!
The competitors stand across from each other! Hixx stretches and smugly fires comments over at Page, who remains dialed-in, simply waiting for the bell to ring.
The official signals to the timekeeper.
DING DING
SUMMER PAGE
- vs -
LATOYA HIXX
|
TODD: Alright, here we g-
The moment the bell rings, Summer explodes out of her corner, all rage and aggression!
She charges Hixx with reckless speed, throwing sharp forearms into her chest and jaw, each one landing with a loud thwack.
BAMA: Gah dang! School must be out cuz it’s SUMMER TIME!
TODD: Summer Page wasting NO time taking the fight straight to Latoya Hixx!
Latoya, clearly taken off-guard by the change in Page’s tact from evasive cruiserweight to vicious striker, stumbles backward surprised!
As Page charges forward to continue her offensive barrage, Hixx spins, throwing a wild backfist!
…
MISS!
Summer ducks under Hixx’s strike and plants her feet, scooping Latoya from behind in a waistlock… Before tearing off a…
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX!
BAMA: Guttentag, Latoya!
TODD: Wow! Very impressive! Maybe Summer picked up anything from a veteran like Powers!
BAMA: If Summer knew best, she didn’t pick up anything that came within ten feet of Powers!
The crowd gasps as Latoya's massive frame crashes onto the mat! Hixx rolls ass-over-teakettle, launched from one end of the ring to the other.
Hixx’s legs dangle over her head, as her shoulders are pressed against the mat… but Summer scrambles up, refusing to give her opponent a moment to breathe!
BAMA: Wow! Latoya has been completely taken out of her game here!
TODD: Hixx is used to physically imposing her will on her opponents… But Summer’s come out here and dominated Hixx by taking the fight right to her!
Hixx groggily rolls up to a seated position… She tries to push off the m-
SUMMER PAGE HIGH KNEE! Connects like a heat-seeking missile sraight to Latoya Hixx’s jaw!
Hixx’s head snaps back VIOLENTLY! High Knee right to the jaw, snapping her head back violently so hard, she woozily gets spun… back onto her feet!
BAMA: Hot damn! Summer’s knocked Hixx off her feet… Then knocked her right back on him!
Hixx’s eyes blinks as she tries to figure out which way is up… As Summer starfish kip-ups onto her feet, snaps Hixx in a wristlock…
IRISH WHIP!
And on the rebound—
The most PERFECT Tilt-a-Whirl Russian Leg Sweep You’ve Ever Seen In Your Life!
TODD: WOW! That was the most perfect tilt-a-whirl Russian Leg Sweep I’ve Ever Seen in my Entire Life!
BAMA: *sniff* They should have sent a painter, a poet and a musical theatre director, because that move was ART!
Summer spins with her like a cyclone and slams Hixx’s spine directly into the canvas with brutal precision. Latoya arches her back in pain, clutching at it… her massive frame actually causing additional pressure on her vertebrae!
Summer pops to her feet and roars, chest heaving, sweat already shining on her forehead! The crowd roars with her!
TODD: This might be the best we’ve ever seen Summer Page!
BAMA: And the crowd loves it!
Latoya dizzily stutter-steps back into the corner…
Summer points before charging with everything she’s got…
Corner Splash!
…
But Latoya catches her in midair!
TODD: Oh no! Latoya played a little possum, as Page leapt right into her trap!
BAMA: Live by the ruthless aggression, die by the ruthless aggression, baby!
Latoya walks her opponent of the corner, before turning around, back to the corner…
Hixx cranks her neck, before delivering a…
Fallaway Slam! Summer’s spine unnaturally BUCKLES against the middle turnbuckle!
TODD: OUCH! That move looked horrendous on Page’s back!
Summer agonizes, as she rolls to her side, clutching at her spine.
…Latoya flexes her biceps to the crowd, soaking in the moment!
BAMA: So much charisma! So much showmanship! Can you believe this is only her second week on Anarchy!
TODD: No, I can’t! Because it’s not her second week!
Summer, still cradling her neck, crawls to one knee…
But Latoya’s already planning a follow-up attack! She peels Summer up to her feet, securing a front facelock…
And she lifts her like a flyweight…
Vertically…
…
Hixx releases one hand…
And performatively yawns, waving at her mouth…
TODD: …Okay, this is pretty impressive…
Finally, Hixx leans back!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX!
Summer crashes into the mat, the impact shaking the ring.
Hixx
One!
Tw-KICKOUT AT ONE!
TODD: Wow! Summer Page took some very physical moves… And didn’t even give Latoya a two-count!
Latoya snarls angrily… As Summer grits her teeth, pushing herself to her feet!
Latoya drags a thumb across her throat… before bouncing off the ropes!
Hixx drives her shoulder straight at Page!
SPEAR!
…
MISSES!
Summer leapfrogs over Hixx’s diving spear!
Hixx crashes facefirst into the middle turnbuckle!
TODD: Wow! Beautiful counter by Summer Page!
Hixx woozily spins around, away from the turnbuckle…
When Summer boots Hixx in the gut! And wraps her in a front facelock…
SNAP DDT! Page drives Latoya headfirst into the mat with such force that her body flips over onto her back!
Page crawls into the cov-...HIXX, working on instinct, shoves her opponent away toward the ropes.
TODD: Hixx digging deep to try and prevent Page from taking the match after that DDT…
Page regathers her footing as Hixx crawls to the ropes to pull herself up to her feet…
Page springs forward… Looking for a Total Knockout (Superkick)!
She swings…
…
BUT HIXX pulls her head out of the way!
As Summer’s foot sails past Hixx’s face…
Hixx clasps her hands together behind Page’s back…
BEAR HUG!
TODD: Oh no! Can Hixx manage to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat? She’s managed to lock Page in her signature Bear Hug!
BAMA: We’ve seen her do this before! Specifically, last Anarchy, at her first match, as this is her second Anarchy match…
TOD: Bama, seriously! Hixx’s been on Anarchy for over a year!
Hixx traps Summer’s arms, locking her in tight, squeezing with all the strength in her tank-like frame.
Summer’s eyes close, her demeanor focuses, her teeth grit…
And her spine contorts unnaturally as Hixx lifts her a few inches off the ground, before SQUEEEEEEEEZING her like a juicer!
…Page’s resolve starts to appear diminished… Each breath is harder than the last…
TODD: Can Hixx do it? Is the third time the charm for Hixx? Can she finally beat Summer Page!
BAMA: Third time? I think you mean to say, It looks like the upstart Hixx is about to win her second match on Anar-[/blue]
Suddenly, out of pure instinct and fury, Summer rears her head back…
THWACK!
HEADBUTT!
TODD: Holy COW! We’ve never seen Page do that before!
It’s a sickening, crunching sound… as Latoya reels backward, dazed, her legs shaky.
Her grips loosens as Page drops to the mat, rolling backwards to the ropes… Page snaps her stance sideways…
Hixx’s eyes glaze over, and she stumbles like she’s had the wind—and everything else—knocked out of her.
She blinks once. Twice.
And then—
TOTAL KNOCKOUT!
A picture-perfect Superkick, straight to the jaw. Hixx’s head snaps to the side violently. She drops like a tree, completely limp on the mat.
Summer drops for the cover—
1!
2!
…
THREE!
| WINNER: ‘SPOILED’ SUMMER PAGE |
TODD: A dominant victory for Summer Page!
Summer Page rolls off her fallen opponent, sweat dripping from her brow, chest rising and falling with each breath. No posing, no celebrating—just satisfaction. She won with skill, with grit, and with rage.
TODD: Latoya very nearly stole the victory, which shows just how dangerous she is… But Summer Page looked as dominant as she has her entire Anarchy run! If we keep getting performances like that, the ceiling is limitless for Summer Page!
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.
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 referee calls for the bell to ring, and the match begins.
DING DING DING
MADISON DYSON
- vs -
MISTER OZ
|
Mr. Oz charges at Madison, but she quickly sidesteps and delivers a swift dropkick to his knee. Oz stumbles but quickly regains his balance, turning to face Madison. Madison takes advantage of his momentary stumble and lands a series of open-hand slaps, each one landing across Oz's face.
BAMA: OUCH! Dyson is really laying in those slaps!
TODD: The sound of them hitting his face is rather entertaining.
Oz is enraged and grabs Madison and lifts her into the air, slamming her down with a thunderous spinebuster. Madison rolls out of the ring to recover, but Oz follows, grabbing her and tossing her back into the ring and then driving her to the canvas with a huge hip toss. Madison crashes to the mat, and Oz quickly follows up with a knee drop, driving his knee into her chest. Oz makes a cover and gets only a count of one.
BAMA: Dyson powers out at only one!!
TODD: All that’s going to do is anger the powerhouse!
Madison struggles to breathe but manages to kick Oz away. She gets to her feet and rushes at him, but Oz is ready. He delivers a powerful clothesline, sending Madison crashing to the mat.
TODD: Dyson has to find a way to overcome the brute strength of Oz or this things a wrap.
BAMA: You don’t say.
Madison reaches up and viciously gouges his eyes catching Oz off guard. He takes a few steps back clutching his eyes trying to regain his sight. Madison takes advantage and leaps to her feet, hooking his head and pulling him in for a sit-out jawbreaker which sends Oz crashing to the canvas.
BAMA: Ever the opportunist!
Oz struggles to get to a vertical base but Madison is relentless. She grabs him and executes a picture perfect swinging neckbreaker, driving the back of his head and neck into the mat. Madison hooks the leg and gets only a count of two as Oz powers her off of him sending her into the air on the kickout.
BAMA: Everytime I see him he gets stronger and stronger, I swear.
TODD: He’s an incredible physical specimen that’s for certain!
Oz and Madison get back to their feet at practically the same time and he manages to grab and lift her into the air and squeezes the life out of her with a bear hug. Madison struggles to breathe which only prompts Oz to squeeze even harder. Just as it looks like she’s going to fade she uses one last surge of energy to drive elbows into the top of his head which allows her to slip out and deliver a series of open-hand slaps once again ringing his bell.
TODD: Very resilient and cunning is Madison Dyson and she’s showing every bit of that right now!
BAMA: There’s those damn open hand slaps again!! WOOOO!
Oz, in a blind rage, charges at Madison once again, but she lays down on the canvas and rolls out of the ring. Oz follows and chases her around the ring. Madison slides back into the ring and he slides in a second behind her and she drops some heavy stomps into the back of his head. Oz seems to use this as fuel and stands back to his feet seemingly unfazed. Madison throws one heavy slap but Oz catches it and kicks her in the stomach and hoists her for a stalling vertical Suplex. Madison slips out the back door which prompts Oz to hit the ropes and drill her with a huge shoulder tackle that sends her crashing into the turnbuckles.
BAMA: HOLY SHII—
Madison is trying to regain her breath from that shoulder tackle by the powerhouse but Oz isn’t letting up. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her back to her feet and Irish whips her into the ropes and on the rebound drills her with a big boot. Madison hits the canvas hard and Oz goes for the cover, but Madison kicks out just in time.
TODD: That was the longest two count I’ve ever seen I think!
BAMA: Indeed it was, Indeed it was TODDY.
Madison once again finds herself desperate as she catches Oz off guard once more with an eye rake when he leans down to pull her up. She quickly follows up by leaping to her feet and striking with a standing dropkick which sends Oz stumbling back to the corner. She runs and drop kicks him in the knee which causes him to fall down to one knee. She strikes with a step up enzugiri that echoes throughout the arena. Madison makes the cover and at the very last second Oz once again powers her off of him.
BAMA: KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
TODD: This match could be over at any second.
Madison has a look of disbelief in her eyes as she attempts to lock in a knee bar but Oz quickly realizes the danger he’s in and pushes her off of with his other leg.
She quickly recovers and turns around while Oz is regaining his vertical base. Once he reaches his feet she hooks him for her Arm Trap Neckbreaker (Miss Feel Good) but he pushes her off into the ropes and on the rebound he tosses her up for the Pop up GTS (Sleep Now, Sweet Child O’ Mine) but she reverses in midair and drop kicks him in the side of the head. Oz goes crashing to the mat and Dyson lands awkwardly on the back of her head. Both competitors lay on the canvas in a heap.
The crowd is chanting “HOLY SHIT”
TODD – We are witnessing something special tonight, folks!
BAMA – I can’t feel my face and I’m not even in the match!
Both competitors stir as the crowd roars, their chants having converted to a “THIS IS AWESOME!”
Oz crawls toward the ropes, shaking the cobwebs loose, blood trickling from his lip. Madison clutches the back of her head but is already dragging herself up the ropes, eyes wild with desperation—and calculation.
Oz rises to his feet, staggering slightly. He sees Madison upright in the corner and charges, going for a final, annihilating Spear—
—but Madison drops to the mat at the last possible second, and Oz crashes shoulder-first into the steel ring post with sickening force!
TODD: GOOD GOD HE’S IMPALED HIMSELF!
BAMA: That shoulder’s separated for sure, Todd!
Oz slumps back from the corner in agony, and Madison, still clutching her neck, screams in frustration and determination. She hauls herself up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle behind Oz, the crowd rising with her.
Oz turns around just as Madison flies—Somersault Corkscrew Senton! She flattens Oz, the ring shuddering beneath them!
TODD: WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT!?
BAMA: She’s gonna kill herself and him doing stuff like that!
Madison doesn’t go for the cover. No. She wants to end him. She stares out at the crowd, eyes wide, a twisted smirk forming.
She grabs Oz by the hair and drags his nearly lifeless body toward the corner. She props his face up against the bottom turnbuckle—his jaw slumped over the middle buckle, arms hanging like dead weight.
TODD: No… NO… Don’t do it…
BAMA: She’s doing it.
Madison backs all the way across the ring. The crowd rises. Some cheer. Some scream. Some beg her not to.
Madison charges…
She leaps!
BOOM!
AMERICAN HISTORY YIKES!
A running dropkick straight to the back of Oz’s skull, driving his face violently into the exposed steel buckle!
KERACK!
The arena gasps.
Oz goes limp.
TODD: SOMEONE CALL THE EMTs!
Madison rolls him away from the corner, dazed herself, but knowing this is the moment. She doesn’t hook the leg—she sprawls across his chest like a conquering tyrant.
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BAMA: HOLY. SHIT. DYSON MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM.
TODD: That was one of the most vicious, calculated, and brilliantly psychotic finishes I’ve ever seen!
BAMA: That wasn't a match. That was a statement! Madison Dyson just proved she will do anything to win![/blue]
TODD: Bama, when this match got booked, it was a simple one-on-one match between two top Anarchy talents… But, events that have transpired that have elevated this match to a championship bout AND a blood feud!
BAMA: Shooo, you ain’ kidding, Toddy! This one’s about to get nuttier than pecan praline puree!
It shows Tommy in the shadows in a corridor somewhere on the X-Tron in a hoodie, then it fades back into the arena where the lights flicker and the camera see's him coming down to the ring in his jacket hoodie, with him waving a Kendo Stick around him… As his X-Treme championship sits upon his shoulder.
TODD: Tommy Wish shocked the world when he pinned the Black Rainbow’s leader, The Eater of Dreams, Yelena Gorgo! A little over twenty-four hours after Black Rainbow delivered the beating heard around the world, injuring the King of the XWF… the XWF’s prodigal son, Tommy Wish found a way to snatch the X-Treme title from them!
BAMA: And shooo, he almost got his SOUL TAKEN for that, Toddy!
TODD: You aren’t kidding, Bama! Warfare Assistant GM Pip Collins scheduled Tommy Wish for an impromptu X-Treme title defense… And the THUGs wound up getting massacred by Gorgo! Worst of all, the match never started so Wish didn’t even get credit for the defense!
BAMA: Maybe the match didn’t start, but Wish still made it out with the X-Treme, Toddy! That makes him the winner in my book!
TODD: Understandable, Bama! He didn’t look like the winner as he high-tailed it through the arena… But! Wish did leave with the X-Treme title against Black Rainbow’s leader… The question remains: will he escape tonight facing another Black Rainbow member?
Tommy nods his head to the beat, and he gives some fans some dap as he walks down to the ramp, then he slides into the ring, and gets on the turnbuckle and poses to the crowd with the stick in the air. Then he comes down from there, and sits on the corner as his theme fades off.
The synthesized beat of Shake it Off By Taylor Swift begins to play over the public address system, as the opening lyrics soon begin, as the fans boo and flashes going off, people are waiting for the arrival of the Fitness Queen herself.
I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That's what people say, mm-mm
That's what people say, mm-mm
As a spotlight is on the entrance ramp and the lights dim, first stepping out is none other than the legendary Snarktopus Nessa Wall, who smiles brightly before trash talking the fans as she smiles, before ordering a couple of stage hands to come out they each have a mirror in hand they face the entrance ramp, as soon out from the back steps La Marvillosa herself Marisol Vilaro.
TODD: There she is! The Mastermind of #VilaroFit, Marisol Vilaro!
BAMA: Mari’s been dominant on Anarchy, but for the first time at Ides of March, we saw her at her full potential! She wrecked the King of the XWF, Kieran King, bay-bay!
TODD: The Black Rainbow is as mysterious as it is dangerous, Bama! We don’t know what brought Yelena Gorgo, Sarah Wolf, and Marisol Vilaro together… But we do know they made their presence known last Warfare… And Vilaro has the opportunity to take back the X-Treme title tonight in the name of the Black Rainbow!
BAMA: And #VilaroFit!
I go on too many dates
But I can't make 'em stay
At least that's what people say, mm-mm
That's what people say, mm-mm
Marisol stops to admire herself in each mirror posing and showing off, what her hard work has given her and mouthing about how she’s the inspiration these out-of-shape people need. After a few moments of posing she brushes right past, giving her manager/mentor a hug before they head off with Nessa leading the way taking the time to give the fans at ringside a hard time for even trying to touch them.
But I keep cruisin'
Can't stop, won't stop movin'
It's like I got this music in my mind
Sayin' it's gonna be alright
Marisol herself takes the time to pose some more showing off her muscle, and trying to sell them on the VilaroFit mission, and how they need it to improve themselves, As the devious duo soon make their way toward the ring side area Nessa soon goes up the ring steps and takes the time to bark orders at the referee, showing him exactly how lower the ropes for herself, and her client, after being lectured by the Ambitchous one, the referee complies doing it exactly as Nessa demanded enters the ring and motions for Marisol to go up the steps, as she climbs up the steps she takes each moment to keep shilling her products, which doesn’t endear her to the fans, as she soon enters the ring under the rope and soon she rudely brushes past the referee as Nessa presents her to the booing fans as she raises her arms high in the air soaking in the boos, and catcalls.
TODD: …This entrance is still the longest of the XWF’s roster…
BAMA: You just try to find one second to cut, Toddy! It’s all GOLD!
'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Marisol then does a series of poses once again before turning around and gracing the other side of the area raising her arms high in the air and then doing a similar series of poses showing off her physique and how in shape she is. While Nessa claps her client before they head into their corner, and Nessa is getting Marisol psyched and going over the game plan…
In the front row, in Mari’s corner… is a group of eight people wearing Pink T-shirts with Black Circles! They hold signs declaring UNITY BY VILAROFIT! They seem to be led by tall, lithe blonde woman, The Advocate… wielding a black bottle made from some deviled void metal and riddled with purple veins.
TODD: Bama, who the Hell are those people?
BAMA: Not sure, Toddy! But they seem proud to represent the future of #VilaroFit and her latest innovation: UNITY!
TODD: …Anyway! Now, that they’re both in the ring, we’re about to get started! And leave it to Bashmaster to set up a match to suit these competitors!
BAMA: You ain’ foolin’, Toddy! The ring looks like a dang ol’ Planet Fitness!
Indeed, the ring is full of workout equipment! A benchpress in the neutral corner. Dumbbell racks next to the ropes. Two treadmills on opposite ends outside the ring!
Marisol is checking the equipment, making sure it’s properly calibrated to suit her workout…
TODD: Bashy may have picked this extra X-Treme stipulation to add a little flavor to this match, but one could argue he gave an advantage to Marisol! The gym is her temple! She knows every bit of equipment in that ring!
BAMA: Meanwhile, Tommy, 5’11” and 320 pounds… is looking at the treadmill like it’s from dang ol’ Star Trek!
Indeed, across from Mari, Tommy rotates the kendo stick around his arm… Eager to start swinging!
The official gets between the competitors, raising the X-Treme title… Before signalling to the timekeeper!
DING DING!
X-TREME CHAMPIONSHIP
MARISOL VILARO
- vs -
TOMMY WISH
X-TREME RULES: #VILAROFIT EDITION
|
Tommy charges toward Mari with the kendo stick…
But Mari dodge-rolls under Tommy’s strike! Tommy’s stick rebounds against the turnbuckle!
TODD: Doesn’t look like these two are going to be starting with any catch-as-catch-can style, huh, Bama?
BAMA: Hell to the no, Toddy! This one’s gonna be a war from start to finish!
Mari glides across the ring with catlike grace, dropping into a crouch by the side of the ring… next to the dumbbell rack!
Tommy spins around, looking to continue his kendo assau-
WHAM! Mari catches him as he spins, swinging a 10-pound dumbbell like a hammer into Wish’s ribs!
The steel thuds against his side, the crowd ooooohs…
TODD: Vicious first strike by Vilaro!
Tommy’s face contorts—eyes squeezed shut, as the wind leaves his lungs in a grunt. He doubles over, leaning on the kendo stick to remain upright…
…Mari smiles insidiously, setting the dumbbell back on the rack, as she reaches down, grabbing a handful of Tommy’s hair, pulling up to his feet… and dragging him to the side of the ring…
She quickly wraps him in a front-facelock… aaaaaaaand…
SNAP SUPLEX ONTOP OF THE DUMBBELL RACK! WEIGHTS SCATTER UNDER THE ROPES AS WISH’S SPINE BENDS UNNATURALLY ON STEEL! Tommy’s limbs sprawl in four separate directions, dropping the kendo stick!
TODD: Wow! This truly is Mari’s domain! She’s used every one of these tools to build the ultimate body… AND she knows how to use these tools like WEAPONS!
Out by the front-row, led by the Advocate, the UNITY by #VilaroFit fans start chanting!
Better Bodies!
Stronger Mind!
Marisol Guides!
Leave Doubt Behind!
TODD: …Creepy.
BAMA: What’s creepy about it, Toddy? They’re just showing their support for their girl, Mari!
Wish lets out a pained groan, flopping to his side, back arched as he tries to reach behind him, rubbing his aching back.
Mari tries to crawl into a cover…
But, the twelve-year XWF vet, Tommy Wish, rolls away! Slipping under the bottom rope!
TODD: Great wherewithal by Tommy Wish! He doesn’t ever get called a Ring General, but he’s been around long enough to have picked up a trick or two!
Tommy rolls to the outside, crawling to create distance between himself and Vilaro…
Unfortunately, he’s crawling slower than the active treadmill he’s found himself atop…
JC: This might be the first time an XWF match has taken place on an automated walkway!
BAMA: This might also be the first time Tommy Wish has been on a treadmill!
Wish beckons at Mari to bring it on…
Vilaro, instead… presses a button on the treadmill’s handles…
Suddenly, the tread direction flips! Wish loses his balance, stumbling onto one knee
And Vilaro pounces, taking her boot, and driving Wish’s face into the tread! A second time! A third time!
The Unity member starts another chant!
No Time For Wish!
He Can't Compete!
Marisol Reigns!
Embrace Your Defeat!
TODD: It’s like if the Children of the Corn did nursery rhymes…
Vilaro keeps stomping Tommy’s face into the tread…
WHAP! In desperation, Tommy throws an elbow back-and-upwards, catching Vilaro in the face!
TODD: First strike of the match for the reigning X-Treme champion!
Mari stutter-steps off the treadmill, toward the ringpost, cradling her face… Like she’s shocked this worm DARED to strike her perfectly symmetrical face…
Tommy, meanwhile, finally crawls off the treadmill… As he finds outside the ring… a set of barbells!
…Tommy grins, as an idea forms…
TODD: Something about the X-Treme title brings out competitor’s sadistic tendencies! The twisted gears are turning in Tommy’s mind![/blue
Marisol shoves herself away from the ringpost, done messing around! She turns the corner to pursue Tommy…
Just as Tommy finishes raising a barbell…
Before hucking it like a discus!
[blue]TODD: Incredible form by Wish! It’s got the distance!
BAMA: But will it hit its target?!?
The dumbbell flies through the air…
Sailing towards Vilaro’s shocked face!
…
……
MISS!
Vilaro, entirely running on the survival instinct to not get decapitated by a flying weight throwing herself to the mat, narrowly dodging the iron slab…
CLANG! The barbell plate SLAMS into the ring post!
TODD: Phew! If Mari had a moment less reaction time, she might have to invent a new fitness system that doesn’t require the use of a head!
Tommy rolls back in the ring… Vilaro, furious this fool almost killed her, is in hot pursuit!
Tommy crawls across the ring… Reaching for something…
But the quicker Vilaro quickly closes the gap, grabbing the X-Treme champ by the leg… And flipping him around…
Revealing Tommy’s got his Kendo Stick back!
TODD: Finally, it looks like Tommy’s got his weapon of choice!
Mari’s eyes widen! She tries to dive backw-
CRACK! A kendo stick shot straight to the face!
Vilaro covers her face, breaking into a run to get aw-
CRACK! CRACK! Wish catches Mari with two rapid kendo strikes across her back. Vilaro’s body seizes, as she collapses onto her knees!
…Wish rotates the Kendo Stick in place… Before lifting it high!
Aaaaaand
KERACK! The stick breaks on the finishing blow, straight over Mari’s head!
TODD: Wish wields that kendo stick like a samurai! Could he, for the third time in a row, keep the Black Rainbow from the X-Treme title?!?
…Vilaro, face covered in splinters from the broken kendo stick, collapses onto her back…
Wish breathes heavily, as he falls to one knee, crawling into a cover!
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO! Vilaro somehow does a perfect crunch, lifting her shoulders off the mat!
TODD: Wow! That’s Vilaro’s conditioning for you! She takes a licking and she keeps on ticking!
As Vilaro lies on her back, catching her breath, Tommy pushes himself off the mat… He glances around and spots a kettlebell.
Once more, a cruel grin spreads across his lips.
…Vilaro rubs her skull, still aching from that last kendo stick shot… Before opening her eyes…
And seeing Tommy standing over her, kettlebell over his head!
Vilaro gasps!
TODD: Oh my God! Tommy’s gone mental!!!
Tommy goes to sw-
In one swoop, from her prone position on the mat…
Mari’s boot lifts!
STRAIGHT INTO WISH’S CROTCH!
TODD: Right in the Wish family jewels! If this were a different match, that’d be an instant disqualification!
BAMA: But it’s X-Treme Rules, bay-bay! And X-Treme Rules is No Rules, anything goes!
Tommy’s jaw drops. His eyes cross. The kettlebell slips from his hands…
STRAIGHT DOWN ON HIS FOOT!
…Wish’s face seizes in agony, as he collapses onto his back, cradling his aching foot!
BAMA: I just got the weirdest deja vu for an ol’ episode of Tom and Jerry…
Marisol pulls herself up by the ropes… She winces in pain, but the adrenaline sharpens her focus.
…Tommy shoves the weight off his foot…
Just as Mari shoves herself off the ropes!
She does a textbook handspring! Corkscrews in midair!
And drives her elbow STRAIGHT into Tommy’s SKULL!
TODD: Beautiful technique by Marisol Vilaro!
Tommy gets knocked across the ring! His skull SLAMS head-first into the steel bench press in the ring’s corner…
TODD: Wish is on the bench! I’ve received word that the weighted barbell on the bench press is the heaviest thing in that ring!
BAMA: Don’t worry about Wish, Toddy! It looks like Mari’s doing the kind thing and acting as his spotter…
Indeed, Wish… lying back on the bench press… chest heaving… can’t move… As Vilaro stands over him… Lifting the weight off the bar…
Marisol Vilaro, holding a massive weight over Tommy’s throat, soaks in this moment.
The Unity by #VilaroFit fans start another chant, as the Advocate commands them!
Vilaro! Vilaro!
Strong And True!
Forget Your Wish!
She'll Finish You!
Mari grins, revelling in the worship of her flock…
But this gives Tommy a moment…
From the bench, he reaches up… And slams his fist into Vilaro’s right abdomen!
Vilaro winces, tilting to one side…
As she loses her grip on the bar, it clatters to the mat, catching her in the leg!
BAMA: Live by the bench, die by the bench!
TODD: But, can Tommy take adv-
BAMA: Wait, wait, I have another! Looks like Vilaro skipped Leg Day!
Vilaro screams, falling to her side, clutching her leg as the metal rolls away. Her face twists in anguish—then fury.
Tommy pulls himself upright against the bench, frenzied. He grabs Vilaro’s skull, pulls it between his legs…
PILEDRIVER ONTO THE BENCH!
The bench snaps in half under their combined weight!
TODD: Holy SHIT!
The crowd… minus the Unity by #VilaroFit cult… echo Todd’s sentiment
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
Vilaro is laying in a crumpled heap under the crushed bench…
Tommy beside her… stirs first…
He crawls arm-over-arm…
TODD: Unbelievable! Can Tommy pull this off?!?
Tommy… craaaaawls…
And lays an arm over Mari!
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
At the last possible moment, Marisol Vilaro kicks out!
TODD: Oh my GOD! How deep did Vilaro have to reach to kick out of that one!
…Mari and Wish both lie in the center of the ring…
…When the Advocate begins pointing and directing traffic!
Suddenly, the Unity by #VilaroFit eightsome all hop over the barricade!
TODD: Oh my! It looks like Vilaro’s fans are taking it upon themselves to help Mari out!
BAMA: I don’t think Tommy’s pals, The THUGs, will tolerate that, Toddy!
Indeed, as the #VilaroFit fanatics swarm the outside of the ring like lumberjacks…
From the back, John Black and Reggie Estrada storm down the ramp… JB has a baseball bat, Reggie’s got a steel chair!
The Unity by #VilaroFit crew stand to block the THUGs from coming down the ramp…
Back in the ring, Tommy starts to stir first, as Mari cradles her aching skul..
Tommy beckons Mari to stand, setting up for a HideYaFace…
…But, The Advocate, the blonde that led the Unity by #VilaroFit crew all night, has leapt onto the apron, with her black bottle!
BAMA: Watch out, Tommy! It’s probably some sorta protein shake!
The Advocate sips from the bottle…
Just as Tommy clasps Mari’s hair dragging her to her feet…
Tommy clinches Mari’s neck! HIDEYAF-
NO!
When Tommy turns to stun Mari, Mari shoves Tommy…
Toward the Advocate on the apron!
When Tommy gets close…
With a distinct, almost sickening 'thwip' sound of pressurized liquid, The Advocate forcefully ejects a stream of thick, dark, tar-like venom from her lips!
TODD: What the HELL is that?!?
BAMA: …Is that what was in that bottle?!?
The viscous, blackish glob arcs with surprising accuracy, striking Wish straight in the eyes.
Wish first cries out in shock and agony…
…When suddenly, his legs seem to jellify…
Wish rapidly blinks, lost and confused…
Outside the ring, the THUGs battle through the pack of frenzied Vilaro fans to rescue him…
They’ve taken out a couple…
But the remaining are upon them, kicking, biting and punching the THUGs like feral animals!
TODD: Things have gone from bad to worse for Wish…
Wish frantically pawing at his face… as if its presence is somehow wrong…
Suddenly Vilaro spins him around!
VILAROIZE FISHERMAN SUPLEX!
Vilaro hooks Wish’s leg!
The Advocate barks at the official to count!
1!
2!
THREE!
| WINNER AND NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: MARISOL VILARO! |
TODD: Holy cow! What a fight! What a war! There were moments… There were big, undeniable moments! Where it looked like Tommy Wish was going to shock the world for the third time and find a way to get the better of Black Rainbow!
BAMA: But Marisol Vilaro was just too good, Toddrick! She had the tools! She had the talent!
TODD: And she had an army of dedicated cultists at her beck and call… And this mysterious advocate, who spat… SOMETHING into Tommy’s eyes!
BAMA: That too!
The scene resumes and the entrance ramp is now draped in a shimmering gold carpet. There is a Spanish flamenco band playing music on stage next to the ramp. The ring is filled with beautiful women dressed in burlesque, fanning themselves with orante abanicos. The fans look like they are having the time of their lives, dancing along to the music and clapping. The spanish band begins to slowly stop playing… and then…
BOOM!!!!!
A custom version of “RIOT MAKER” by Tech N9ne begins to play throughout the arena speakers. The crowd gets louder as James Shark’s cocky grin can be seen across every screen in the building as he makes his way to the ring from the backstage area.
“This one right here's for the riot makers
The trash talkers, the monsters, the home-wreckers
We gon' start this shit off right
We got JAMES SHARK in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got JAMES SHARK in the house tonight (come on)”
Shark is wearing a Sergio Ramos Spain soccer jersey along with layered diamond chains hanging around his neck. The XWF Universal Championship lazily slung over one shoulder. Two U.S Marshals could be seen walking behind him. Then just as the music kicks in, he makes his way out of the curtains and immediately red and gold pyro shoot off at the same time, reflecting the colors of Spain.
“I don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'
Maybe in the music when it be bumpin'
It's crunk and it's hella haterific (haterific)
Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play
When the match is over, it's lookin' bloody and Satanistic (Satanistic)
Killas from everywhere don’t want to face me
I carry the show, some get nervous when I wreck arenas (wreck arenas)”
The center stage is filled with smoke. The flashing light from his ankle monitor is the only thing that can be clearly seen through the smoke however as the smoke starts to clear, Shark’s figure could be seen as he is lifting up the XWF Universal Championship in the air. The camera starts to zoom onto his nameplate on the title then slowly pans out as his smirk has only grown larger. He places the Championship back onto his shoulder as he begins to confidently walk down the golden ramp. The U.S Marshals stay behind but watch from a distance.
“Wrestling promoters in Honolulu don't wanna see me
'Cause they said that Somoans will riot when they lose their ninas
'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know
I'm a riot maker, they know it’s my show
I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'
I'm a riot maker, riot maker, I don't give a damn about nothin'
Hop in my ring, f'sho
You push, you shove, you get elbowed”
Shark enters the ring and bites down on his lower lip, checking out the beautiful women in the ring. Thousands of gold and crimson balloons fall from the ceiling. The women dance for him, fan him, touch him, everything going on right now was so extravagant, chaotic… so James Shark.
He gets to the center of the ring and holds the Championship up in the air once more, the women now surrounding him as they put their hands all over his body.
“Back on, 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre
All of the soldiers who got gone on that day
All my people sittin' in prison, this is for you
So won't you listen to the shit that I'm spittin'?
Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn your ass up
They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck
No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb
But you'll find out, when you bind out
You can be free if your money long
Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy”
Shark can be seen mouthing the words out to the lyrics before his song starts to fade out. One of the women have a microphone and hand it to him. He takes it and shouts into it, continuing to hype up the crowd.
“BAAADAAAALONNAAAA SPAINNNNN, goddamn. Y’all are amazing. Aside from Brooklyn, I couldn’t think of a better crowd to invite to MY CELEBRATION.”
Shark nods his head smiling, walking around the ring like he owns it. The women in the ring continue fanning and touching him whenever he is close enough.
“Not too long ago, Ada-BLEH-mi came out to the ring and held onto this very same Championship. A hundred names came out of his mouth but not one of them was mine. At first I was like damn, No matter how much success I achieve, no matter how many belts I collect…. I’m still overlooked. Throughout my whole career it’s always been that way. But then I thought… no these motherfuckers aren’t overlooking me. They’re looking RIGHT at me. They know the threat that’s before them, they just hope it’ll pass them by. That’s what it is. I don’t like to use the word ‘fear’ in this business because we put our lives on the line everyday. It’s hard to believe one of us wrestlers would actually fear each other but Spain…my colleagues fear me. They all do. They fear me because losing to a guy like me sucks. My bald ass head will kick them while they down. I talk way too much shit.”
“Nice little group win on Warfare Isaiah but I heard the tag Champions might be out of action for a while due to all the back pain they have after carrying you to victory. A participation trophy is what that was for you. Realize that your kingdom will always be right here underneath the bottom of my fuckin’ shoe.”
Shark smirks and looks off to the crowd and winks.
“See what I mean? But look. There’s one person that sees the threat and not only stands right there waiting for it to hit em but invites it with open arms. One person that just mentions my name religiously, y’all know who that is?”
Shark looks out into the crowd. Some fans can be heard yelling out Charlie Nickles. It’s obvious Shark is about to respond to his recent call-out from Warfare. Shark points at one of them and nods.
“Yea, the Nickleman himself, Charlie Nickles.”
Shark then turns away and looks right into the camera as if he is looking at Charlie.
“I’m glad you found your suit again, last time I saw you wearing it you held a press conference against me and ended up with a stomach full of every word I made you eat.”
“Did I mention how much I hate you, Charlie? Fucking christ. I hate this man, y’all. Like I respect the violence he brings to the table and the five star wars his matches become but MAAAAAN, he really, really annoys the hell out me.”
“Let’s get ONE thing clear here. I don’t EVER go looking for Charlie Nickles but Charlie Nickles ALWAYS goes lookin’ for me. But he doesn’t have to look far does he? All he has to do is look up because that’s where I am every single time. All he wants to ever do is latch onto my success, the success he claims he gave me.”
Shark scratches his head in frustration before shaking it.
“Ahhhh man… Listen to me very carefully you stupid moron, the ONLY thing you’ve GIVEN me is a never ending headache every time you come out here and say my name.”
“So what????? You have ONE MORE in you? You want ME to face you? James Shark vs Charlie Nickles 3????”
The fans erupt in cheers, the camera pans around the entire arena as the fans look very excited. That excitement quickly gets cut down however as Shark shuts it down immediately.
“The answer is NO. Go fuck yourself.”
The fans begin to boo loudly but Shark quickly turns that around as well.
“Nah, nah, nah, HEAR ME OUT. There’s only ONE person in this company that I lost to so far that I ain’t beaten and that’s Adam Garcia.”
And just like that, Shark has the fans cheering loudly again as he mentions their countryman. Shark nods his head and waves his finger.
“That’s right. I’m gonna get that one back one day. Might even have the rematch in Spain. Even without that match I can think of many other people more deserving of the next shot.
"My future baby momma AURORA put that man in the dirt already. She's got a Championship I lost that I'd love to get back."
"Me and Mayonnaise Dyson been yappin' at one another since I stepped foot in this company. Maybe I finally strangle her with the Universal Championship on the line then find a tag partner and steal her Tag title."
"What about Kieran King? I already killed two kings already might as well go for the one that's actually deserved to call himself that."
"Do y'all see this??? Y’all gotta understand I ain’t here for a long time. I been down this road already. The mission should have stopped at Seb but then he didn’t have the strap so we made our way to Isaiah’s bitch ass. Somehow we still goin so we only takin’ the best matches possible from here on out. We only takin’ matches where I got something to gain.”
“Charlie Nickles, all you want to do is fucking take, but what do you have to give me? The chance to retire? You could wrestle your last match against one of the strippers behind me for all I care. What do I have to GAIN?”
“When I faced you the first time you had the Xtreme Championship. When I faced you the second time you were looking impressive and on the rise again. Now what? Now all you have is a stupid bullet you bought from pintrest with our names engraved onto it. Really? Ah… hell nah.”
Shark starts to raise his voice, pointing at the camera.
“Take that bullet and swallow it, swallow it along with my name in your mouth and any other ideas you got relating to me. I don’t give a damn about no beef or no trilogy with you. We’ll chalk it up at one-one, but make no mistake here, the record books will say we are even but everybody including yourself knows what it is… we are NOT equals. The last dub you got was nothing more than me being overconfident - overconfident because I disregarded you and focused on Jolee, overconfident because I walked into a company that you terrorized for four years and slapped the dog shit outta you in my second match under your rules and stipulations.”
“Now It’s MY rules - MY stipulations. I call the shots. This Universal Championship means I’m the pinnacle. Warfare, Anarchy, XWF as a whole and all our motherfuckin’ affiliates revolve around JAMES SHARK. So listen closely…. That one match you think you got left? Better make it count. Wow me. Impress the Champion. Call me out afterwards on your hands and knees. Beg me.”
“You crashed and burned at Ides of March while I shot to the very top of this company. James Shark ain’t your lifeline nor your ticket to the big show. Not no more.”
“You want this?”
Shark slaps the centerpiece of the Universal Championship repeatedly.
“You’re a big boy, you can climb back up.”
He tosses the microphone onto the canvas. Flamenco music kicks in again from the Spanish band. The women begin to spin, twirl and dance. Shark smirks and takes a few steps back, disappearing into the group of women as the party continues in the ring and the scene fades to black.
TODD: Welcome back friends! You’re joining us just in time for the main event of the evening, and what a classic this should be!
BAMA: A rematch of the Bashmaster Classic semi-finals, baby! A matchup so nice they had to book it twice!
TODD: Indeed, tonight we see the first ever Anarchy Tag Team Champions, one of the most prolific teams in recent memory, Roger and ‘Cavort’ Jake Borden, defending their gold against The LEgendary No Good Bastards!
And now we commence one of the strangest entrance segments ever. Jake Borden is already in the ring, wearing one half of the tag team titles around his waist. He waves to the crowd and begins stretching as..
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.
Jake gulps, but then smiles as
Roger is a brave and heroic now. No longer getting spooked when the sparkly sparklers go off behind him while I have a walk to the ring. Holding the other half of the tag team championships in the air. He switches arms when one arm gets tired. He steps through the ropes and greets Borden with a kiss on the cheek as the two raise their belts in stereo now.
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
”CAVORTIN” JAKE BORDEN & ROGER ©
- vs -
THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS
THUNDER KNUCKLES & BOBBY BOURBON
|
TODD: The bell rings, and we’re underway!
TK and Borden start off first, they circle each other slowly before TK tempts Borden with a handlock. He’s got his hand out, wiggling his fingers and gesturing to Borden with his head to take him on in a test of strength.
Borden looks incredulous, and turns back to Roger who gives him the go-ahead.
Borden reaches up and locks hands with TK - - -WHO DISHONORS THE AGREEMENT IMMEDIATELY.
A STIFF KNEE TO BORDEN’S MID-SECTION!
Broden doubles over and TK drops im with a quick DDT, drawing loud boos from the crowd
TODD: Well, a bastardly deed right away from Ol’ Thunder Knuckles!
BAMA: Teekay baby aint taking no chances with Jakey tonight! He remembers full well the last time these two teams squared up. He knows Bordens got that heart of gold, and that never say die mentality.
TK gives Borden no time to contemplate a recovery. He locks in a quick, and precise sharpshooter, applying devastating pressure to Borden’s back.
Borden cries out from the middle of the ring, and reaches for the ropes that are a mile away. But TK has the hold locked in good. Borden tries to muster all of his strength, crawling on his forearms, but TK just walks him back to the center of the ring and reapplies the move. Again Borden has to use all of his power to get up on his arms and begin crawling, and AGAIN, TK just pulls him back and reapplies the maneuver. BUT THIRD TIMES THE CHARM! This time, after Broden crawls, and TK pulls him back, Borden gets the chance to flips his weight. He rolls TK over face first, and struggling now he - - - HAS TK LOCKED IN A SHARP SHOOTER OF HIS OWN!!!
TODD: What a counter by Jake Borden! I didn’t know he had that in him!!!
BAMA: I don’t think HE knew it baby!
TODD: Crafty break there from the 70’s wrestling time-traveler, but it’s clear all that time spent in TKs sharpshooter has taken a toll
JAke winces trying to lock TK’s legs in properly, but has to grab for his lower back as he wrenches TK, and breaks the move falling down a bit.
TK struggles for a moment, but gets to his feet pretty quickly. TK hits the ropes, and goes for a shoulder block!
BUT BORDEN FALLS FLAT TO DODGE!
TK leaps over Borden’s intentional dive, and hits the next set of ropes, but Borden is waiting with a standing dropkick!
TK hits the mat and pops back up, only to catch a forearm smash from Borden. Jake’s eyes are wide as TK staggers back - - - AND DIVES ON HIM WITH A LOU THEZ PRESS!!!
The crowd in Spain is going wild, as Borden takes his chance to tag in Roger! But he also gave TK the time to crawl over to Bobby Bourbon!
And now the two fresh wrestlers hit the ring. Roger is shifting up and back, bobbing and weaving ready to dodge anything!
- - - - -EXCEPT FOR BOBBY’S HUGE CLOTHESLINE!!!
Roger flips in the air and hits the mat, and has no time to breath - - -AS BOBBY SMASHES HIM WITH A SENTON SPLASH!
Bobby picks Roger up and promptly throws him into the ropes! Roger rebounds and is colliding with a - - - BIG BOOT FROM BOBBY - - -
- - - -BUT ROGER STOPS IT?!?!?! - - -
He counters the big boot by letting the back of Bobby’s leg land on shoulder and then pushes the big man down to the mat, still holding his leg and- - - LOCKS HIM INTO A SHARPSHOOTER?!
TODD: Ok, what in the hell is going on here???
BAMA: WE’ve got us some sharp shooters in this match, hotty toddy!
Roger sits down on Bobby’s lower back - - - for all of two seconds before he’s kicked off from the submission hold. Bobby rises to his feet, scowling. He grapples at Roger, who ducks, and shifts diagonally before landing a wild looking kick that connects flush with Bobby’s temple.
Bobby is swaying, out on his feet. Roger grabs his arm, and waves to the crowd. He puts his boot under Bobby’s chin, holding onto the arm he intentionally falls, pulling Bobby into a - - - COUNTER!!!
BOBBY PUSHES ROGER DOWN ON HIS BACK, AND HAS A HOLD OF IS LEG NOW AND - - -
TODD: ….
- - - SHARPSHOOTER!!!
Bobby easily turns Roger over, and as a seat on his back. He wrenches back. Rogers tiny legs struggling to stay wrapped around Bobby’s thighs. It doesn’t matter anyway, Roger is right near the ropes and with a bit a effort, and through a murderous scream he reaches out and grabs the ropes forcing a break drawing an applause from Borden.
Bobby takes the full count from the ref before breaking the hold. He stands defiantly and picks Roger up by the back of his pants. He throws Roger into the ropes again and hits a huge pop-up spinebuster!
Bobby hooks the leg!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
Roger shows tremendous girt, and fights Bobby with some fists even as Bourbon pulls him up from the mat. Bobby eats the punches and lifts Roger up into a torture rack soman drop!
He immediately pins Roger again!!!!
1!
2!!
KICK OUT AGAIN !!!
Bobby looks flustered, only for a moment though. Again his picks Roger up and - - -
SHORYUKEN!!!
The roundhouse uppercut sends Roger lifted into the air, - - - CATCHES HIM ON THE WAY DOWN WITH A FALLING SPINEBUSTER!
BOBBY COVERS!
TODD: THIS IS IT! NEW CHAMPS
1!
TODD: NEW CHAMPS!!
2!!
TODD: NEW- – - - !!
Borden dives into Bobby from the top rope!!! BREAKING THE FALL!!!
But TK has already hit the ring. Before any jubilation can settle in, TK partially has Borden in a position as if his own shirt were wrapped over his head, pummeling him with clubbing blows in the back of the neck and spine.
TK hits Roger with a full nelson slam, and the tag champ rolls out of the ring. TK insists on Bobby to rally. He steps through the ropes as Bobby grabs the unconscious Roger up and walks him over to their corner. She shoves Roger into the pads and makes the tag.
He tags TK and then hits a backbreaker on Roger holding him over his knee while - - - TK hits a diving knee from the top rope to Roger’s skull!
TK COVERS!
1!
2!!
BORDEN IS ONLY NOW GETTING TO HIS FEET
KICKOUT AGAIN!!!
TODD: Roger is one of the most resilient wrestlers I’ve ever seen, Bama!
BAMA: I can’t tell if he’s resilient or just too stupid to stay down!
TODD: Don’t be ridiculous! This man is our Anarchy Tag Team Champ for a reason! The heart of Roger and Borden cannot and will not be denied, but will it be enough to put away The Bastards tonight?
TK is in shock. He picks Roger up and grapples - - - BUT IS ROLLED UP!
SCHOOLBOY OUTTA NOWHERE FROM ROGER!!!!
1!
2!!
BARELY A KICKOUT!!!
TODD: WHOA!!!!! ROGER NEARLY WON THE MATCH RIGHT THERE!
TK is back to his feet, and pissed. He stomps over at Roger who is - - - accidentally drop-toe holding TK. Roger stands up and skids over to his corner where he tags Borden!
Borden hits the ring and immediately raises his dukes. Only to kick TK in the shin just as he approaches.
TODD: Borden’s back in the ring, and you can see the fire in his eyes! A kick to the shin, and he’s already up for more!
BAMA T: Borden’s showing some serious grit here, baby! And he knows how to get under TK’s skin!
TODD: I can feel the tension here, Bama! This match is on fire! Borden charges at TK - - -AND GETS MET WITH A HUGE SHOULDER TACKLE FROM TK!
TK picks Borden back up and throws him into the ropes with power, but Borden rebounds with a leaping forearm smash, sending TK staggering!
Borden hits the ropes again, and as TK tries to swing at him, Borden ducks, running straight into an axehandle smash to TK’s head!
BAMA: Borden’s showing off that tenacity! But I gotta give it to TK, he’s not going down easy, even after all that!
Borden rushes at TK- - - BUT TK DROPS HIMS WITH A HUGE POWERSLAM!
The impact shakes the ring, and TK stands tall, yelling at the crowd, calling for the end.
TODD: What power from TK! He just slammed Jake Borden like a ragdoll!
BAMA: And it’s not over yet! Here comes the finish. Watch this, Todd. TK’s pulling him upbut wait! Roger’s back on the apron, slapping the turnbuckle, trying to rally Jake!
BUT ITS TOO LATE!!!
TK hooks Borden for a - - - THUNDER STRIKE DDT!!!! - - - bBUT BORDEN’S LEG SLIPS FREE!
[blue]TODD: Incredible escape by Jake Borden! He’s got eyes in the back of his head!
Borden rolls to his feet and charges again, catching TK off-guard with a spinning wheel kick!
He goes for a quick cover!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY!
TODD: Borden nearly had him! What a close call!
BAMA T: The pressure’s on, baby! But Teekay ain’t staying down that easily!
Borden pulls TK up, but before he can do anything, Bobby Bourbon enters the ring, charging and slamming a shoulder into Borden’s midsection!
He immediately starts delivering heavy shots to Jake’s back, each one more brutal than the last.
Borden tries to fight back with an elbow to Bobby’s face, but Bobby clubs him with a brutal forearm! Bourbon lifts TK up and absorbs a scolding from the ref as he steps back onto the apron. TK follows after him and tags his partner back into the match.
TODD: Oh no, this is bad news for Jake Borden! Bourbon’s in the ring now, and he’s laying it on thick!
As Bobby lifts Jake for a suplex, Borden slips behind him and - - - ROLLS HIM UP WITH A SCHOOLBOY PIN OF HIS OWN!
1!
2!!
BOBBY KICKS OUT!
Borden starts crawling for his corner as Bobby Bourbon scrambles after him.
TK charges to intercept, but Borden ducks under his clothesline, and makes the hot tag to Roger - - - WITH FULL FORCE!
The crowd explodes as Roger hits the ring like a whirlwind, splashing Bobby with a running dropkick, sending him into the corner!
Roger follows it up with a series of chops to Bourbon’s chest, each one getting a louder WOOOOO! from the fans.
TODD: Roger’s back in, and he’s fired up! Look at the intensity!
BAMA: He’s channeling the fury of the fans right now, baby! Skidding in with those chops! Bourbon can’t keep up!
Roger hits the ropes and goes for a running forearm, but Bourbon ducks and catches Roger with a MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE
ROGER IS TURNED INSIDE OUT!
Bourbon drops down for the cover!
1!
2!!
ROGER KICKS OUT!
TODD: AGAIN - Just barely, but Roger’s still alive! He’s been through hell, but he’s still kicking!
BAMA: That’s what I like to see! Roger’s resilience is what got them the Tag Titles in the first place! But Bobby baby aint letting up!
Bobby lifts Roger up and whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a backbreaker! He rolls over for another pin!
1!
2!!
Roger kicks out!
TODD: Another kickout from Roger! This guy won’t quit! B you’ve got to feel that if he keeps getting hit like this, he may not be able to kick out of many more!
Bobby Bourbon tags in TK, who enters the ring and immediately lifts Roger for a vertical suplex, but Roger fights out and lands on his feet behind TK!
He pushes him toward the corner, but TK counters with a back elbow, knocking Roger back!
TODD: Them Bastards are still in control! This match is starting to feel like it’s slipping away from the champions!
Roger, stumbling, from the elbow falls backward and tags Borden back into the match, and the crowd roars as Borden hits the ring - - - FULL FORCE!
He nails TK with a forearm, then ducks an interfering Bobby’s clothesline, hitting him with a swinging neckbreaker! He leaps onto the turnbuckle. Bobby rolls out of the ring, and as TK stands…
- - - - DIVING DOUBLE AXEHANDLE!!!
Borden scrambles for the cover!
1!
2!!
Bobby breaks it up just in time!!!
TODD: What a chaotic sequence! Borden’s got the energy, but TK and Bourbon are like a wall right now!
BAMA: And that wall ain’t going down easy! They’ve been here before, The Bastards are one of the most decorated Tag Teams in professional wrestling history for a reason!
Borden tries to get back to his feet, but TK and Bourbon both charge him.
TK lifts Borden for a pop-up powerbomb, but Borden flips out mid-air, landing on his feet! He sprints toward the ropes, springboarding back at both men with a flying forearm that knocks them both down!
TODD: Incredible athleticism from Borden! He’s going FULL FORCE now!
Borden drags TK to the center of the ring and locks him into a Boston Crab!
TK tries to crawl but Bobby breaks it up with a running elbow drop to Borden’s back! Giving TK all of the room he needs to grab the ropes to force the break.
TODD: And just like that, Borden’s submission is broken! What a back and forth!
BAMA: These two teams are making our entire Anarchy brand proud right now. The stakes couldn’t be higher with the gold on the line, baby! WHAT A MAIN EVENT!
But Borden’s not done yet.
He tags in Roger once more, and….
TODD: OH MY GOD!!!!
THEY DOUBLE TEAM TK - - - BORDEN LIFTING HIM WITH AUTHORITY AND HITTING THE MOST TECHNICALLY PROFICIENT BACKBREAKER THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!
ROGER LEAPS OFF WITH A DIVING KNEE DROP
BAMA: THEY’RE STEALING TK AND BOBBY’S LUNCH MONEY!
BUT ROGER MISSES THE KNEE DROP!
AND BOBBY FROM BEHIND!
He charges the ring corner and crushes Borden with a big splash!
Roger ducks out of the way as Borden folds to the mat. Bobby is escorted out of the ring again… but with no time to waste, Roger has TK by the legs…
- - - - ANOTHER SHARPSHOOTER! AND THIS ONE IS LOCKED IN PERFECTLY!!!
TK is screaming out in pain as the tag champ has the hold locked in good. TK is doing everything he can to pull to the ropes, but Roger has found the perfect physics formula to keep TK locked in place. In fact! Roger is actually speaking the physics formula aloud. Assuring us all that it’s only a matter of moments now before TK is forced to tap, not like that dirty water full of sewer feces particles, but tap like the way he did in a dance contest one time when - - -
TK GOT THE ROPES!!!!
Roger breaks the hold, and observes Borden clapping for him. Roger starts clapping along in unison with his back turned to TK who’s crawled over to Bobby for the tag.
Roger turns back his eyes going wide - - - BOBBYBOMB
IS SKIDDED AROUND
ROGER THROWS HIS HEAD AT BOBBY!!!!!!!!!
BUT IT’S COUNTERED!!!!
BOURBON LIFTS ROGER UP INTO A VERTICAL SUPLEX AS TK CLIMBS THE ROPES!
Rainbow Laser Death Sequence!
TODD: RAINBOW LASER DEATH SEQUENCE!!!!
BOBBY COVERS ROGER!
1!
2!!
TK BLASTS BORDEN OFF OF THE APRON!
3!!!
| WINNERS -and NEW Anarchy Tag Team Champions- THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS |
TODD: NEW TAG CHAMPS!
BAMA: THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS HAVE DONE IT!
TK and Bobby are both laid out on the mat, exhausted, as Roger rolls out of the ring. The ref tries to help them up, but it’s no use. He lays the tag titles across their waists as the crowd roars with approval of the match
TODD: Say what you will, Bama, but this tag team match? It was one for the ages!
BAMA: Roger and Jake Borden, might’ve been Anarchy’s first tag champs, and they might now be the former champs, but this won't be their last time holding that gold. But tonight is the night that Them No Good Bastards take hold of the reins of the Anarchy Tag Team ranks!
We finally see Bobby and TK stand. They look at each other, then look at the titles and laugh before raging the belts in the air.
TODD: That’s all of the time we have for you tonight folks. The next time we see you, we’ll be joining our colleagues from Warfare in Coreytopia, Florida for Mayday 3!
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