THE ‘GO HOME’ SHOW FOR RELENTLESS IX 09 - 04 - 2025 LIVE! FROM THE GATEWAY CENTER ARENA COLLEGE PARK, GEORGIA AMBER MANSLEY - vs - RAZOR BLADE Singles SUMMER PAGE - vs - MARISOL VILARO - vs - XXXVI Triple Threat LARRY TACT - vs - P.V.E. Singles ATARA RAVEN - vs - MR. OZ (with Thias Watts at ringside) Singles w/Valet CELESTINE GALE - vs - REGGIE ESTRADA Singles Tag-Team X-treme Rules Match DARREN DANGEROUS © & CENTURION - vs - DA BING BONG TWINZZZ If Da Bing Bong Twinz win, they get a future Anarchy tag title match! If Darren takes the pin, the 24/7 title will change hands! Xtreme Rules 2 RPs per Team @ 1K only "ALLEGEDLY" MICHEAL GRAVES© - vs - COREY SMITH Non-title Match Pure Wrestling Rules

TODD: Welcome one, welcome all to the biggest Thursday Night Anarchy of the year! We are just a stone’s throw away from Relentless, and boy oh boy do we have a show for you tonight!

BAMA: That’s right, Todd! We get to see everyone’s favorite XWF stars, live in action! Who will win, and who will lose? Who’s going to ride into Relentless on a wave of momentum, and who’s going to crash and burn before we even get to Miami?! We’re going to find out here tonight in College Park, Georgia!

TODD: Tonight’s show is highlighted by a HUGE Main Event match-up! We have XWF Legend Corey Smith, squaring off one-on-one in a “Pure Wrestling Rules” match against the XWF Anarchy Champion, Micheal Graves!

BAMA: Allegedly!

TODD: But that’s not all! We also have the X-treme Champion, Darren Dangerous, in action tonight! He will be teaming up alongside the returning Centurion in our co-main event!

BAMA: And don’t forget about that huge matchup between Oz and Atty!

TODD: We also have THREE members of The Black Rainbow scheduled to perform! Will their underhanded tactics usher them to dominance on tonight’s Anarchy, or will the XWF roster overcome the spiral?


BAMA: Damn it Todd, we have it all for our fans tonight! I heard we’re even going to get a special, 1-on-1 interview between Steve Sayors and the Acting General Manager of Warfare! I think tonight’s shaping up to be one of the most X-treme Thursdays OF ALL TIME!

TODD: So stick close to your TVs, folks, because tonight’s card is loaded with action you just won’t want to miss!


TODD: For our opener tonight, the ring is about to be overflowing with personality!

BAMA: Yep! We got a hothead with a short fuse sharing the ring against an… in-floo-en-ser! All the ingredients are here for something explosive!



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ANARCHY: What?!? No freaking way! Is he here? Is Razor Blade in the building?!?

TODD: …Did you say something Bama?

BAMA: Wasn’t me. But I heard it too.

TODD: …Weird high-pitched… Like a spirit or a… What would you describe it as.

BAMA: Like the… show itself was speaking for a moment?


TODD: Regardless. Razor Blade is in the building! He’s had his highs and lows this year, but he secured a very impressive win on Warfare over his longtime teammate Latoya Hixx!

BAMA: Razor’s got all the pieces in place to make major moves on Anarchy! He just needs a little refinement! A touch of control to cool his temper!

TODD: It’s true, Bama! The most he looked in control was in victory against Hixx! Can he do the same tonight?



JC: The American Storm has been teaming together in the XWF for over a year! But never before have they faced off one-on-one! Mano a mano!

BG: Phew, finally, Jackie, you’re making sense! Yes, Blade and Hixx have been on the same side of the ring many times… But what’ll happen when they go head-to-head!




…

“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.

ANNOUNCER: "Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “The Influence” Amber Mansley!

TODD: And here she is! ‘The Influence’ Amber Mansley!

BAMA: @AmberInfluence on the ol’ X.com! She’s declared herself The Name! That she IS the Anarchy brand!

TODD: She also declared that, if it were up to her, she’d… BURY Razor.

BAMA: And not in a dirt sheets kinda way, like… BURY him alive!

TODD: Strong words for sure, Bama! But can she back them up? We’re about to find out in her Anarchy debut tonight!

Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.

The competitors emerge from their corners and meet in the center of the ring.

The official signals to the timekeeper!

DING DING

AMBER MANSLEY - vs - RAZOR BLADE Singles

BAMA: It’s the dawn of a new age, Toddrick! Amber Mansley is on Thursday nights, and suddenly Anarchy feels like its chockful of Star Power! INFLUENCE!

TODD: She’s definitely got the attitude part down! But she’s gotta back it up in the ring with Razor Blade!

Amber circles Razor, smirking, holding her hands out like she wants to lockup with Razor.

Razor, hot-tempered, charges in with a lock-up.

TODD: Starting off with a collar-and-elbow tie-up here… A little catch-as-catch-can!

Razor surges forward for the grapple!

…But Amber immediately slips under, spins behind, and back-handed SMACKS the back of Razor’s skull.

BAMA: HA! Look at that, already embarrassing the boy. That’s called control, Toddrick!

TODD: I call it poor sportsmanship!

BAMA: Know what else that’s called? IN-FLOO-ENCE!

TODD: …Bama, I’m starting to think you don’t know what ‘influence’ means.

Razor scowls, rubbing the back of his head in disbelief for Mansley’s audacity as Amber turns away from her opponent, circling the ring and blowing kisses for the arena. They rain down boos upon her! Again, she smiles and shrugs, like it’s all attention to her.

…Razor snorts furiously, spinning on his opponent, charging in again! Amber raises her arms like she’s ready for another grapple…

…but, at the last moment, Amber sidesteps, tripping Razor by the ankle!

Razor hits the mat face-first! He quickly rolls onto his back, ready to defend a possible mount!

…But, no, Mansley’s back to posing for the crowd with a mock influencer selfie gesture…

…Wait, no, that’s not pantomime, she’s actually taking a selfie with the booing crowd behind her.

TODD: …Mansley’s… REALLY taking her time, showing everyone she’s got confidence… maybe too much.

BAMA: And these people can’t complain, Toddrick! That just means they get more sweet, sweet minutes watching Amber Mansley on their screens!

TODD: I think booing falls under the umbrella of complaining, Bama!

Razor furiously raises up off the mat!

In a flash, Amber drops her phone as she sees the American Nightmare coming at her! Razor goes for a…

BIONIC ELBOW!

…But Amber ducks under! Razor’s arm shoots by… and Amber catches him as she rises from the duck with a…

SHARP ELBOW TO THE HEAD!

Razor staggers back into the corner…

Amber climbs up to the second rope with agility…

And starts delivering RAPID-FIRE corner knees to the head and body!

AMBER’S TREND!

TODD: Ooooh, finally seeing some of Amber’s wrestling ability! Those corner knees will sap the life out of any opponent!

Razor finally raises his arm in a guard position, preventing the flow of knees straight to his temples and chest.

Amber replies by latching onto his raised arm and dragging him back toward the center of the ring. Mansley whips Razor towards herself… She turns!

SPINNING BACK FIST!

Razor catches it on the side of the head, spinning in place!

As he spins, Amber wraps her arms around his waist!

GERMAN SUPLEX!

TODD: She calls that sequence, ‘Stay Mad!’

BAMA: And these people can stay mad all they like, Todd! Because their booing? Means Amber is influencing them!

TOD: …Sure, arguably, fine.

Amber clings onto the bridge! Razor’s shoulders are against the mat!

The official drops to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Razor kicks out!


Amber sits up from the German suplex bridge, and looks straight at the hard cam. She points at Razor on the mat, delivers a thumbs-down at the camera, then blows it a kiss.

TODD: Lot of showboating from Amber Mansley here! If she’s not careful, she might give Razor a window for a comeback!

BAMA: You don’t get #CONTENT, Toddrick. Each of these moments is BOUND to go ULTRA-MEGA-VIRAL! More eyes on the XWF! I hope this match NEVER ends!

…Razor slowly rises to his feet. Amber sees it coming because she’s checking her hair in the camera and sees Razor behind her…

She shoots over, grabbing Razor by the skull, spins him in a little circle just to show she can…

Then suddenly latches on a front-face lock… Aaaaand

SNAP DDT!

…But, Instead of immediately covering, Mansley kips up and poses like she’s on a runway. The crowd boos loudly, which she soaks in with a sarcastic curtsy.

Amber saunters over, steps on Razor’s chest like a footstool, before leaning over the ropes at the crowd snapping pictures of her in the front row.

TODD: This is humiliation at this point. She’s trying to make a… highlight reel, not a wrestling match.

BAMA: The fact you’re so upset? Means Amber is WORKING. She IS the Anarchy brand!

…Razor sloooooowly rises up off his feet.

But Amber is communicating with the front row, giving them instructions on how to properly capture her in a photograph…

TODD: Uh oh! Amber can’t see Razor behind her! Too busy staring at the cameras on her!

Amber finally turns around…

Straight into Razor who whips her into a…

BOOM! Snap Powerslam!

Todd: “Whoa! Razor Blade turns it around just like that! He’s not done yet!”

Amber scrambles up, furious to be even briefly outshined…

But Razor meets her with a…

DROPKICK! Mansley gets sent her sprawling back to the corner!

But Blade charges, latching his arm around Mansley’s neck…

BULLDOG!

And Razor kips up, pounding his chest as the crowd cheers!

TODD: And in just a few short moves, Razor Blade has turned this around!

BAMA: How’s this punk gonna ruin a debut like this? This is AMBER MANSLEY’S moment!

TODD: And Razor might just be about to steal it!

Razor crawls over Mansley’s chest, hooking the leg!

The official counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! Mansley forces a shoulder up!

Razor shakes his head, fires up the crowd, calling for the Blade Rose!

Amber shakes her head furiously, slowly rising back to her feet… As Blade creeps up from behind, latching on the guillotine hold!

BLADE RO-

…NO! Amber slips out, catching Razor in a hammerlock!

TODD: …Wow! Surprisingly technical counter by Mansley!

Amber grits her teeth as she suddenly shoves Razor toward the ropes! Razor goes sprawling forward, bounces off the ropes…

Straight into a BICYCLE KNEE from Amber Mansley!

BAMA: Slay Boo!

TODD: Yes, that is what that move is called!

BAMA: But, also, Amber, Slay, Boo!

Razor looks dazed and confused, his legs jelly under him… As Amber breaks into a sprint running past him, bounces off the ropes…

BOOM!

IT’S GIVING FINISHER (Springboard Forearm Smash!)

Razor crumples to the mat.

BAMA: It’s giving ‘This match is ovah!’ It’s giving ‘THE DAWN OF A DAY IN THE XWF’!

Amber hooks the leg, blows a kiss to the hard camera as the referee counts—

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER: AMBER MANSLEY

Amber poses with her hands up like she’s snapping selfies, mocking Razor as he rolls out clutching his jaw.

TODD: Amber Mansley with a dominant debut victory! Razor Blade gave her a scare, but she shut the door emphatically.

BAMA: Better get used to it, Toddrick! Amber Mansley’s here, and she ain’t going anywhere! Except the TOP![/blue]






The stage alights in red. Smoke gathers around the stage. Gods by Sleep Token plays as XXXVI appears, rising up out of the red lights amidst the smoke, his hands gathered in prayer. He steps out onto the stage and takes in the mixed reaction from the crowd. He shakes his out his head and shoulders and begins to walk down the ramp, hands still in prayer pose. Half way down, he spreads his hands apart and reaches out both arms in T-Pose as he crouches, sauntering down the rest of the ramp toward the ring. He climbs onto the apron, outstreches his arms and then enters, rolling backward over the top rope and spins toward the center of the ring, arms outstretched like a helicopter. He then sits, cross legged in the dead center of the ring, hands once again in prayer pose and bows his head. Full black again, then a single, red cone of light bathes him in the ring as fire explodes out of each turnbuckle.


TODD: It’s the ever-mysterious 36! One of the new fan favorites here on Thursday nights. The masked phenom has quickly catapulted himself up the Anarchy rankings, and is already slated to challenge Thunder Knuckles for the Revolution Championship at Relentless! Tonight’s triple threat is going to be a great chance for him to showcase his skills heading into that big-time matchup!

BAMA: TK told me backstage that he can’t wait to rip this freak’s mask off at Relentless!

TODD: Well Bama, that epic showdown is gonna have to wait: because tonight, 36 is taking on two gorgeous women at the same time!

BAMA: WOAH! Pause, Todd- what kind of show is this again?

TODD: It’s the Go-Home show to Relentless!






S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder. Summer turns her attention to inside the ring where she motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer walks over to the closest ring corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.

BAMA: You were talking about fan favorites, Todd? Just listen to the roar of the crowd! They love them some “Spoiled” Summer Page- and frankly, I do too!

TODD: Summer Page certainly gets a reaction from our audience! But she’s going to need more than just devilishly good looks if she wants to walk away with the win here tonight.

BAMA: I heard a rumor that Summer Page has been “wrestling between the sheets” with former Universal Champion James Shark- and if that’s true, that means she might have a bunch of new tricks in her bag for this match!

TODD: Who told you that, Bama?! Summer has made it explicitly clear time and time again that there was NEVER anything between her and Shark! Who’s spreading these nasty rumors about Summer Page?

BAMA: Well….James Shark is!









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.

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.

'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 as they wait for the match to begin.

TODD: What a grand entrance for Marisol Vilaro! But her grandiose sense of self has rubbed some people the wrong way.

BAMA: When you’re as rich and gorgeous as Marisol Vilaro- you should be allowed to do whatever you want!

TODD: Well Bama, she definitely agrees with you on that one! Maybe you should sign up to join VilaroFit, you’re already parroting her talking points!

BAMA: Do you really think she’d let me join?!

SUMMER PAGE - vs - MARISOL VILARO - vs - XXXVI

DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings and all three competitors circle each other warily in the center of the ring. XXXVI, draped in his mysterious attire, moves with cerebral precision. Summer Page adjusts her gear with practiced confidence, while Marisol Vilaro stretches against the ropes, her eyes calculating the worth of both opponents.

Summer and Marisol exchange a knowing glance, their falling out temporarily set aside as they recognize the threat posed by the masked high-flyer. XXXVI tilts his head, as if sensing their unspoken alliance, and he assumes a defensive crouch in the corner.

TODD: Uh oh, what’s going on here? It looks like Vilaro and Page have made some sort of deal!

BAMA: What’s going on is….I think Summer Page might be coming back to the #VilaroFit team! Maybe she struck a deal to get free admission to VilaroU!

Todd: Whatever the terms of their deal: they can’t be good for 36!

The action explodes when Summer and Marisol rush XXXVI simultaneously. The masked wrestler springs to life, ducking under Summer's attempted clothesline while catching Marisol with a lightning-quick dropkick that sends her stumbling backward. Summer spins around, only to eat a crisp superkick that echoes throughout the arena. XXXVI doesn't pause to admire his work, he just springs to the middle rope and launches himself backward with a beautiful moonsault onto both women!

TODD: 36 has just exploded out of the gates here! He’s taking the fight to both those women!

BAMA: Yeah, no wonder he wears a mask! The only thing he’s good at is beating up chicks! He’s probably warranted across the country for domestic battery!

All three competitors scatter and regroup. Summer rolls to the outside, clutching her jaw where the superkick connected, while Marisol pulls herself up using the ropes. XXXVI lands gracefully and moves to press his advantage, but Marisol is ready this time. She catches him with a knee to the midsection as he approaches, doubling him over.

"Come on, Summer!" Marisol calls out, temporarily putting aside their differences. "We can deal with each other after we handle him!"

Summer slides back into the ring, and the temporary alliance reforms. They grab XXXVI by the arms and whip him into the ropes. On the rebound, they attempt a double clothesline, but XXXVI ducks under and bounces off the opposite ropes. This time he comes back with a springboard crossbody that takes both women down!

The masked wrestler kips up and immediately heads to the top turnbuckle. The crowd buzzes as he perches there, arms outstretched like a bird of prey surveying the battlefield below. He launches into a shooting star press, but both Summer and Marisol roll away at the last second, leaving XXXVI to crash and burn on the canvas!

TODD: A big miss from 36!

BAMA: Those spicy mamma jammas did not want to be caught beneath that masked goon- and frankly, I can’t blame them!

Summer is first to capitalize, pulling XXXVI up and planting him with her trademarked "Spoiled Rotten" backstabber out of nowhere!

TODD: He’s just been SPOILED ROTTEN!

BAMA: First, he missed his shooting star press. Then, Summer showed him what real star-power looks like![/blue

Summer moves in for the cover, but Marisol breaks it up with a sharp kick to Summer's ribs almost immediately!

"I don't think so!" Marisol sneers, yanking Summer up to her feet.

[blue]BAMA: This truce looks like it could be short-lived!

TODD: Marisol betrays Summer Page: who ever could have seen this coming?!

BAMA: Not me, Todd! That’s for sure! I want to see those ladies get back together forever!

TODD: Keep dreaming, Bama!

The two women lock up in the center of the ring, their temporary truce forgotten. Summer gets the better of the exchange initially, using her technical prowess to transition into a side headlock. Marisol powers out, sending Summer into the ropes, but Summer comes back with a tilt-a-whirl that she expertly converts into a Russian leg sweep.

As Summer gets to her feet, she notices XXXVI stirring. She looks back to Marisol, who is also slowly stirring- and also noticing XXXVI. Marisol pleads for Summer to once again put their differences aside. Begrudgingly, Summer works with Marisol again to pull the masked wrestler to his feet and set him up for a double suplex. XXXVI blocks the attempt, then counters by somehow managing to suplex both women simultaneously!

TODD: That incredible display of strength and technique has the crowd on their feet! This match has basically turned into a 2-on-1, and 36 is still holding his own!

BAMA: He’s just beating on women! That’s not impressive! What IS impressive, is that Marisol got Summer to keep working with her after breaking up that pin!

TODD: Summer is awfully gullible…

BAMA: VilaroU calls it ‘impressionable’, Todd!

TODD: Wait, how do you know what VilaroU calls it?!

BAMA: Because I just signed up for their classes!

TODD: Oh Lord…

All three competitors are down momentarily. XXXVI is first to stir, his otherworldly resilience showing as he kips up his feet amidst the crowd’s uproar. Meanwhile, Summer and Marisol are helping each other up, their alliance still holding, but XXXVI is ready for them. He charges forward and takes both women down with a double slingblade that he executes with precision!

Not content to let them recover, he heads to the top rope again!

And this time….he connects with a frog splash on Summer Page!

He makes the cover, and the referee drops down to count!



1!







2!






MARISOL BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!!


TODD: 36 almost had it there, but Marisol snatched it away at the last second!

BAMA: I told you she was going to be a good, true friend to Summer Page again!

TODD: As if! She doesn’t care about Summer: she just broke up that pin to save her own skin!

The action becomes frantic as all three competitors scramble for position. After a brief back and forth, XXXVI catches Marisol with a dragon screw leg whip that sends her tumbling to the outside, leaving him alone in the ring with Summer.

The spoiled socialite and the masked enigma circle each other cautiously. Summer feints a lock-up, then surprises XXXVI with her "Total Knockout" superkick, but the high-flyer's reflexes are too fast for her! He matrix-dodges backward, avoiding the boot by mere inches.

XXXVI responds with his own superkick, but Summer sidesteps and immediately grabs him for her "Golden Rule" reverse neckbreaker.

IT CONNECTS!

Summer quickly transitions into her "In Your Dreams" sleeper hold, trying to put the masked wrestler away!


TODD: Summer Page has that choke locked in tight! She might just choke 36 out!

BAMA: Gawd dayum Todd! I wish she was choking me!

XXXVI struggles in the sleeper hold, his movements becoming more labored as Summer cinches it in tighter….



And tighter……





And tighter still….




Just as it looks like XXXVI might fade, Marisol slides back into the ring and breaks up the submission with a vicious kick to the back of Summer’s head!

TODD: Marisol saved it just in the knick of time! That’s three times now that Marisol has stopped a finish!

BAMA: If I were here, I’d be more concerned about winning this match! She’s too focused on what everyone else is in there doing- and not focused enough on her own offense!

TODD: Don’t give her any dark ideas, Bama!

Marisol mocks Summer as she pulls her one-time friend away from XXXVI. The two women trade strikes in the center of the ring while XXXVI recovers from the sleeperhold in the corner. Summer gets the better of the exchange with Marisol, using a high knee to stagger Vilaro, then Summer whips her into the corner where XXXVI is still recovering! Marisol crashes into the masked wrestler, sandwiching them both into the turnbuckle.

Summer charges in for a splash, looking to crush both opponents at once, but XXXVI manages to push both himself and Marisol out of the way! Summer eats the turnbuckle pad and stumbles backward, right into a German suplex from Marisol!

Marisol holds the bridge on the German suplex, but XXXVI is already moving in to break it up. He springs to the top rope with cat-like agility and comes off with a double stomp right to Summer's midsection, breaking up the pin attempt before the referee could even drop down to count!


TODD: And just like, it’s once again anyone’s match!

BAMA: Momentum has been shifting back and forth so much in this match, I think it’s making my head spin! I’m getting dizzy just watching it!

All three wrestlers are showing the effects of the grueling match. Summer's usually pristine appearance is disheveled, Marisol is drenched in sweat, and even XXXVI's movements aren't quite as fluid as they once were!

Nonetheless, XXXVI doesn’t slow down. He charges right for Marisol Vilaro!


He charges right into a Vilaróizer!



A fisherman’s suplex from out of nowhere!!!



TODD: Vilaróizer! Vilaróizer! Marisol just hit that suplex out of nowhere!

BAMA: Uh oh, this could spell trouble for that masked freak!

TODD: Wait, what’s Summer Page doing?!

BAMA: She’s climbing the ropes, Todd!


Vilaro rests atop the mat next to her prey, the masked XXXVI, taking a quick breather after pulling off her patented fisherman’s suplex.



Vilaro doesn’t even see Summer Page ascending the ropes!



But the crowd does-



AND THE POP IS GINORMOUS!


Summer Page leaps into the air with the MOST PERFECT MOONSAULT EVER!


IT CONNECTS RIGHT ATOP XXXVI!


BAMA: MPME! MPME!

TODD: Oh God, these women are just destroying 36’s body right now!



XXXVI is completely flatlined inside the ring, receiving back-to-back big moves from Vilaro and Page!


Vilaro and Page are both laid flat on the mat as well, but once they lock eyes-


They know exactly what they need to do!


Both women climb atop XXXVI- at ALMOST exactly the same time-


And the referee drops down to count the pin!


1!







2!!











3!!!





The referee counts to three! Both women start celebrating their victory!




BAMA: Wait, what just happened?! Who won?!

TODD: They pinned him at the same time! It looks like, we may have a dra-




But then, the referee walks over to Summer Page, grabbing her by the wrist….AND RAISING HER HAND!

Winner by PINFALL - Summer Page

Marisol Vilaro’s eyes go wide. Her mouth drops, and she looks like she’s just seen a ghost. Summer Page gives her a sheepish ‘sorry’ after the referee drops her hand: but you can see that Summer doesn’t really mean it. While Vilaro stands there steaming, Summer Page just rushes to the turnbuckle and climbs the top rope!


The crowd goes crazy for Summer as she raises both her hands in victory!


Vilaro, completely dismayed at the sight, steps towards the referee and begins screaming bloody murder at him! She’s screaming highway robbery! Meanwhile, Summer Page is just standing up on the ropes, celebrating her victory- or perhaps, rubbing it in!


TODD: I’ve never seen that! I thought they both got to the pin at the same time, but I guess the referee saw Summer get there first! Talk about “Spoiled”!

BAMA: Oh man! Marisol Vilaro is not going to let this one go, I can already sense it! Summer Page might’ve just made a real enemy out of her former friend…

TODD: But Summer didn’t do anything wrong! The referee just saw her make the pin first!

BAMA: But I think Vilaro might just see things a bit differently! Summer Page might want to watch her back from here on out!



In the backstage area, Steve Sayors sits in front of a tarp with the XWF logo, microphone in hand. Beside Steve, we see three chairs.

Two of the chairs are empty.

But in the last chair, we see the Acting General Manager and Interim Head of The Corporation: Charlie Nickles! The Nickleman is dressed in loose-fitting sweatpants, a black shirt, and a plaid vest.

Steve Sayors: Charlie, Relentless is almost here! You’re walking into a Universal Title match with Kieran King and Dolly Waters… but I’ve got to ask: no suit tonight? For months now, that’s been your trademark!

Charlie chuckles low, leaning back and folding his arms as he makes eye contact directly with the camera.

Charlie Nickles: That suit was never me, Steve. It was just a costume. Just something to make the people upstairs comfortable with me. Something that told them I could play nice, that they could ‘trust’ me.

But suits don’t win fights. Suits don’t make champions.

Steve Sayors: So this is…the old Charlie Nickles? The “Classic” Charlie you spoke of before your match with Maraeth?

Charlie Nickles: ‘Classic’ Charlie never left, Steve. He just had to choke on a tie for a while. He just had to play his part in Geppetto’s sick little games, just long enough for him to cut the strings entirely.

Steve looks at Charlie warily, but carries on nonetheless.

Steve Sayors: Some people are saying that after Relentless, your “Acting GM” status may not continue. Can you comment on the truth of those rumors?

Charlie leans forward in his chair, his smirk hardening into something sharper, something more sinister.

Charlie Nickles: “Acting GM”, “Interim Head of The Corporation”...these are just names. You take one away, I’ll carve another out of somebody’s hide. So understand this, Steve: the second I reclaim my Universal Championship, nobody’s gonna talk about whether or not I’m “still in charge”.

They’ll just know.

The blood I spill at Relentless will speak for itself.

Steve looks off towards the side with a clear look of uncomfortability. After taking a few seconds to himself, Steve turns back towards The dressed-down Nickleman.

Steve Sayors: Speaking of Kieran and Dolly: their absence tonight has raised some eyebrows. Neither one is slated to appear on the final XWF show before Relentless. What’s your take on that?

Charlie’s laugh is cruel and drawn out. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before answering.

Charlie Nickles: My take? These empty chairs tell you everything you need to know. This is the last lap before the biggest race of the year, and where is our “Champion”? Where is our “King”?

Not here, that’s for damn sure.

They’re in hiding.

Because they’re scared to look a Nickleman in the eye after what I did on Warfare.

They’re hoping the less you see of them, the less you remember that noose tightening around their necks.

But me? I’m here. I’ve always been here, and I’m always going to be here.

Because The Nickleman don’t run. He don’t duck fights- he hunts them down.

That’s the fundamental difference between me and them, Steve. They cling to the shadows when their backs are against the wall…but me?

Well…I’m always in the spotlight, baby!

Steve Sayors: Some would say that maybe they’re just preparing, that they’re saving themselves for the big match at Relentless!

Charlie Nickles: Preparing for what? For my inevitable victory?

You don’t skip the battlefield and call it strategy, Steve. You skip it because you’re scared of who’s waiting on the other side. And I’ve been waiting.

Watching.

Salivating at the very thought of it!

Charlie pauses, glancing off to the side like something flickered through his mind. His voice lowers, quieter but sharper.

Charlie Nickles: When the dust settles at Relentless, nobody’s going to be talking about unions, about crowns, or about GM tags.

They’ll just be talking about one thing, and one thing only: that damned Charlie Nickles!

Charlie leans closer to the mic, a devilish look gleaming in his eye.

Charlie Nickles: …and maybe, just maybe Steve: they’ll be talking about someone else, too.

About family.

About blood.

Steve Sayors: Wait. What do you mean by that?

Charlie Nickles: Let’s just say: I’m not the only Nichols who knows how to fight.

Steve Sayors: Are you saying—

Charlie pushes himself up out of the chair, not even letting Steve finish his question. Charlie doesn’t need to answer, he just lets the silence stretch before walking out of frame.

Steve is left sitting awkwardly, looking from Charlie’s empty chair to the two unoccupied seats beside him.

Steve Sayors: Whelp, we had three chairs…but at least one got filled.

The camera lingers on the empty chairs beside Sayors before cutting away.




TODD: Folks, the action keeps on rolling and we’re about to see a barn burner!

BAMA: Absolutely! We’re about to be graced by the presence of a bo-nee-fide LEGEND of wrestling! A truly unmatched specimen!

TODD: Agreed, Bama! Larry Tact *is* a TPW Hall-of-Famer! And a former World Champion! An-

BAMA: I was talkin’ ‘bout Preston Vanderlay Esquire! THE UNDEFEATED XWF LEGEND!

TODD: …*sigh*... well, we may not agree on who is the ‘legend’ in this match. But, it’s certain both of these men are in for their stiffest challenges in recent memory!



"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, fans rise from their seats throughout the arena and cheer, knowing one of their workhorses is about to appear!

As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:




From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of Larry Tact standing on stage. He's looking down as he hones in for the battle ahead.

TODD: There he is! The Tactilizing One! Larry Tact! Since coming less-than-INCHES in challenging for the Anarchy title, Tact has been on a tear!

BAMA: No doubt, Toddrick! He absolutely dominated Latoya Hixx last Warfare! And he logged an impressive victory over the young phenom, Dom Strife *and* non-XWFer, Helena Handbasket at Smashed 2!

TODD: The wins are starting to pick up for the Tactilizing One! But a win over this competitor… Even I *have* to admit, would catapult his stock in the XWF!

BAMA: Because he’s undefeated!

TODD: …Technically correct.

BAMA: And an XWF Legend!

TODD: …

After a few seconds, Tact whips his head up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by pointing towards different sections. He goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest with a hand before opening his arms to the reaction of the crowd. "THIS IS YOUR SPOTLIGHT!" Larry bellows as the audience hoots and hollers back. He returns to center stage and points to either side of the crowd. The lights cut out except for green, gold, and crimson spotlights highlighting the audience in attendance. Larry makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.

Facing the stands, he opens his arms up and puffs his chest out to receive the feverish energy of his supporters. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “BEST GAME WINS!!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match.

…



“Paper Planes” by M.I.A. hits the speakers. The arena blacks out completely as a cold robotic voice echoes:

“Please stand by for a priority broadcast from the office of Preston Vanderlay Esquire… Wrestling’s Wealthiest Winner.”

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

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

BAMA: And here he is! PRESTON. VANDERLAY ESQUIRE. XWF LEGEND!

TODD: Oh shuddup, Bama! PVE *bought* his XWF Legend slot from Jimmy Stars! That “Hall of Legends” shrine he installed is as phony as he is!

BAMA: Call it what you will, Bama! But since he’s come to the XWF, Mister PVE has been a man on a MISSION!

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

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

As Preston’s throne glides forward on a hidden track, attendants throw faux stock certificates and shredded cease-and-desist orders into the crowd like confetti. Gold sparks rain from the ceiling while a voiceover plays:

“Introducing the undisputed architect of all victory… Wrestling’s one true trust fund tactician… PRESTON. VANDERLAY. ESQUIRE.”

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

BAMA: PVE dissected Michael Saint! He beat the Revolution Title #1 contender, XXXVI *and* Mrs. James Raven!

TODD: HE didn’t beat ANYONE! His employees did!

BAMA: Which contractually means HE did! You’re just arguing semantics again, Todd! Point is, in the record books, PVE is UNDEFEATED!

TODD: ..*sigh*...you are correct, Bama. PVE’s menagerie of competitors haven’t lost yet. But tonight, the biggest threat to PVE’s status as ‘undefeated’ has emerged in the form of the Tactilizing One![/blue]

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

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

BAMA: PVE opting to bring out his silent-est soldier. The stoic TANK, Briggs Wellington

Tact bounces from foot-to-foot, warming up as Preston who carefully shimmies down from the apron, flanked by his two disciples not actively competing… Briggs stares menacingly at Tact, expression like a predator salivating over his prey.


The official signals to the timekeeper!

DING DING!

LARRY TACT - vs - PRESTON VANDERLAY ESQUIRE Singles

The bell rings.

Larry Tact takes a long breath, his jaw tightening as he paces into the center of the ring. He raises his hands, inviting the lock-up.

Briggs Wellington smirks faintly, then rolls his shoulders, flexing like a mountain daring climbers to try their luck. He stomps forward…

TODD: Here we go! The powerhouse of Preston Vanderlay’s so-called ‘diversified portfolio’ against the legacy and craft of Larry Tact!

BAMA: And Larry might’ve just made his first mistake invitin’ that lock-up. You don’t step up to a freight train like Briggs unless you wanna get RUN OVAH!

They collide. Tact’s jaw tightens, gritting against Briggs’ power as his arms quake from the strain. Briggs tries to man-handle Tact off his feet, immediately… but Tact angles his feet, digging into the canvas, weathering the storm of Wellington’s power!

Briggs snarls, teeth bared, his eyes going wide as he senses advantage. He shoves hard, Larry staggers back into the corner!

BAMA: Nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide!

Briggs charges toward the cornered Tact! Looking for a Stinger Splash…

…But Tact pivots, side-stepping past Brigg’s, and whirls behind into a waistlock before Wellington can leap!

TODD: What quickness on display by Larry Tact! He sensed Briggs trying to close in on a weakness and sealed the opportunity with HASTE!

Briggs’ eyes shoot wide, confused for a heartbeat, his brow furrowed. He thrashes backward with a…

WILD ELBOW!

…But Larry ducks smoothly, wrenching Briggs down off his feet!

Side-headlock Takedown!

TODD: That’s the veteran savvy of Larry Tact! Redirecting momentum, taking Briggs off his feet!

BAMA: …Hell naw! I think Briggsy slipped on Tact’s old-man sweat! Don’t be givin’ Larry all the credit, Toddy! He ain’ done NOTHIN’ like Mister PVE has!

On the outside, Preston Vanderlay Esquire leans against the apron, smirking smugly. He cups his hands like a megaphone, yelling, “Let the ol’ boy tire himself out, Briggs! Keep it controlled, keep it FISCAL!”

In the ring, Larry manages to revolve around Wellington’s back in a grounded hammerlock, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed in focus. Every tug of Briggs’ arm is deliberate, controlled, like he’s conducting an orchestra.

Briggs snarls, his teeth grinding, sweat already slicking his temples. His chest heaves as he, through great strength alone, FORCES himself up to his knees. With a roar, he muscles himself back to a vertical base… Larry’s gone from a position of control to clinging to Briggs’ wrist for dear life!

And in one fell swoop, Briggs HURLS Larry through the air onto his back! HIP TOSS!

Larry lands hard, rolling with it… Wellington charges it to secure Tact in his mitts…

But Larry quickly secures a vertical base, re-latching Briggs in another grapple, levelling the playing field!

TODD: Masterful work by Tact, setting the tempo in the early-going, refusing to let the bigger Briggs dictate this match’s pace!

BAMA: Briggs don’t need tempo! He’s the whole dang orchestra in ONE MAN! All he’s gotta do is run Larry flat!

…Preston sniffs impatiently, tapping his watch. Indicating that time is money and he’s growing impatient with his employee playing with his food.

Back inside, Briggs stomps forward, jaw set with irritation, brows knitted in anger… He suddenly shoves Tact back against the ropes and raises his arm for a…

DECAPITATING LARIAT!

…

But Tact ducks low, hooks Briggs’ arm, and sweeps him into a crisp…

ARM DRAG TAKEDOWN!

Briggs swoops through the air, landing on his back!

Briggs pops up, red-faced and growling, his nostrils flaring with frustration to be propelled by a pipsqueak like Tact. Wellington charges again…

Another swing!

Another miss!

Another ARM DRAG!

Briggs, like a mad bull, forces himself off the mat again, REFUSING to back down… but Tact anticipates this and slides behind Briggs as he rises, latching Wellington into an arm wringer!

Wellington tries to shove his way out… But Tact holds tight and charges forward, snapping a short-arm shoulder block across the joint!

TODD: Interesting Tactic! (or… Tact-ic!) Larry’s taking apart the arm! He knows every powerhouse needs two pistons to fire — and he’s cutting one down piece by piece!

BAMA: Puh-leez! Wellington could lift Larry with one arm and toss him into the Hudson if he felt like it!!

Tact reels himself back for another shoulder block to sting Brigg’s arm…

But Briggs powerhouses his way forward, trying to bull-rush Tact into the corner!

…But, Larry braces his feet! At the last second, he pivots, spinning Briggs into the buckles instead! SHOULDER BLOCK!

Briggs’ back collides with the turnbuckle, his face twisting in surprise. Before he can recover, Larry slams his jaw with a…

HIGH KNEE!

On the apron, Preston has gone quiet. The smug smile is gone; his lips press thin, eyes narrowed as he watches every movement with hawk-like intensity.

TODD: I think Preston Vanderlay’s façade might be cracking, Bama! He’s watching his golden goose get outwrestled by a master!

BAMA: Nonsense and flim-flam, Todd! That there’s a billionaire brain trust at work. Preston ain’t worried — he’s calculatin’!

Larry Tact pulls Briggs’ back toward the center of the ring, ready to snap into another hold.

Briggs, seething, thinks he sees an opening! He lunges forward, looking for a…

BEARHUG!

…But Larry ducks low, wraps Briggs’ legs, and takes him down in a double-leg — slamming the powerhouse to the canvas!

Larry clamps on an armbar, twisting Briggs’ joint…

TODD: Larry’s managing to run a clinique on Briggs Wellington!

BAMA: …Dammit! C’mon, Briggsy! You’re a representative of PVE! Act like it!

PVE, at ringside, scowls, his hands gripping the apron. His lips twitch into a grin as he snaps his fingers and shouts, “Ropes, Briggs! Ropes, leverage, dammit!”

Briggs’ eyes dart, internalizing his employer’s advice. He stretches his massive arm out and clamps onto the bottom rope, forcing a break!

BAMA: Now, THAT’S what Mister PVE brings to the table! Genius!

TODD: …Yep. Can’t believe no one’s ever had the idea to reach for the ropes during a submission before.

He shoots a glare toward Preston at ringside, his eyes narrowing.

Preston smirks, smoothing his cufflinks with exaggerated flair.

BAMA: Tact better keep his eyes on his opponent!

TODD: Isn’t PVE his opponent technically, Bama?

BAMA: You know what I mean, Toddrick!

As Larry stares down PVE… Briggs works his way back to his feet, more methodically, rather than charging in a blind rage…

Larry spins around and goes to attack…

…But Preston seizes the moment, reaching up to tug Larry’s ankle from the floor.

Larry stumbles, his eyes widening as his balance falters.

Briggs’ lips split in a grin, sweat flying from his hair as he surges forward. He barrels Larry down with a…

POWER SLAM!

TODD: Oh come on! Preston Vanderlay with the trip, and Briggs capitalizes!

BAMA: That’s called SYNERGY, Todd. Read Warren Buffett! Or better yet, PVE’s latest book on why he’s even better than Warren Buffett!

Larry writhes on the mat, clutching his chest, face twisted in pain. His brows knit as he rolls toward the ropes, fighting for breath.

Briggs looms over him, his teeth bared, eyes blazing with newfound confidence. He raises his boot…

STOMP RIGHT ONTO TACT’S RIBS!

Larry grimaces, his face contorted as his body jerks from the impact.

Preston claps smugly on the outside, his smirk back in full form!

Briggs raises an arm to the arena who rain boos down upon him…

Finally, Briggs reaches down, hauling Larry up off his feet… He hooks Tact’s head, setting for a…

SNAP SUPLEX!

…

But Larry hooks his ankle around Briggs’!

TODD: Larry refusing to give this one up without a fight!

BAMA: The last gasp of a desperate old man!

Briggs drops the front facelock and PUMMELS Tact with a right to the top of the skull!

Larry staggers! He keeps his footing… but he’s looking woozy!

Outside the ring, Preston draws a thumb across his neck, directing Briggs to finish it!

BAMA: Here it comes! Tact’s about to get LIQUIDATED!

Briggs scoops Tact’s skull, twisting him into position for a Liquidation Event! (Cross-Rhodes)

”SELL!” barks Briggs, as he delivers th-

…Wait! Tact twists his feet behind Briggs!

And scoops the giant up off his feet!

BACK SUPLEX!

TODD: Tact twists out! What a counter!

The ring QUAKES from Wellington’s massive frame getting DUMPED onto the mat!

Briggs writhes on the canvas, his face twisted in agony, slamming a fist into the mat!

Larry lies on the mat for a second, sweat pouring, chest heaving, his expression raw determination.

Preston’s grin is gone. His jaw slackens, eyes wide as he clutches at his own tie, muttering under his breath.

The crowd is on their feet, roaring.

TODD: Both men down! Larry Tact’s counter may have just swung this match back to even! Who will take the win from here?!?

Larry Tact rises to his feet, slowly but surely, while Briggs stays down on the mat. Tact approaches the big man slowly and cautiously as the crowd chants his name at a fever pitch.

Larry leans down towards Briggs-

Just as Preston slides into the ring, under the bottom rope!

TODD: Wait, what is Preston doing?!

BAMA: What do you mean, Todd?! It’s his match- and it looks like he’s about to wrestle!

Just as Larry starts getting Briggs into position for another big move-

P.V.E. HIMSELF GRABS THE TACTILIZER, before swiftly locking him into position for The Liquidation Event! Preston hits the modified Cross-Rhodes with tremendous FLAIR, screaming out “SELL!” in mid-rotation! 


Larry Tact land crashes into the mat, headfirst!


He’s out cold!


But Preston doesn’t go for the pin-


Instead, P.V.E. just walks over toward Briggs, and begins BERATING the big man until Briggs finally manages to crawl atop Larry Tact for the pin!

The ref drops down to make the count!


1!




2!!




3!!!

WINNER: Preston Vanderlay Esquire

Preston celebrates in the ring as the crowd hurls a tremendous amount of hatred his way. As Larry Tact grabs his head and rolls out of the ring, Briggs finally manages to rise back up to his feet. Instead of being treated to a victor’s welcome, Briggs is instead immediately chided by P.V.E.! As the pair make their way out of the ring and back up the ramp, P.V.E. continues berating Briggs: despite their winning performance!

BAMA: This is what makes Preston such a good businessman! He knows exactly when to hop in himself to get the hard work done, and he always demands accountability from his lessers!

TODD: You have to be joking! Larry Tact had that match in the bag, until Preston finally decided that he wanted to wrestle! Larry was practically fighting a handicap match out there!

BAMA: It’s not Preston’s fault that Larry Tact is mentally ‘handicapped’, Todd!

TODD: Oh my God, Bama, you know that’s not what I meant!

BAMA: But either way, we have to keep this show rolling! We have some more action-packed matches coming your way, so stay tuned!


Atara Raven is backstage watching the monitor and mentally preparing for her match later. Then in walks Solomon Kline.

Solomon Kline: Hey, Atty. I know I'm not even scheduled to compete tonight. I'm still reeling a bit from that match with Sarah Wolf on Warfare. But I couldn't miss an opportunity to be on the go-home show to Relentless. Point is, I'm here for a reason. I saw what happened at the end of Warfare.


SK: Chances are, the Corporation is not going to be happy that you were out there with Dolly and the Revolution. I know you can handle yourself, but with 'Oswald' having Thias Watts at ringside, I just want to ensure that things are even. I know you could have any member of the Revolution at ringside tonight, but as far as I can tell...they're not here. So, here's what I'm proposing. For your match tonight, I'll be in your corner to make sure there's no funny business with the Corporate Titans. What do you think?


Mrs. James Raven thinks about it for a moment and then answers.


Atara Raven: Listen kid, there's some bridges you don't burn. Some favors you don't turn a nose to. Dolly is one of those. Don't think too much about it, Dove.


AR: You're right though. That little excursion into Warfare is gonna merit some backlash and I'm just one woman.


AR: If the Tribe has my back, then I've got the Tribe's and you don't worry about those Sarah Wolf type things either.


AR: Now ela...I've got a match to win.




TODD: Bama this next match is going to be very competitive!

BAMA: Yes, Toddrick. We are about to see one of the newest members of the Corporation in action in Mr. Oz!

TODD: Don’t let him hear you call him that. I’ve heard he’s going by the more distinguished Oswald these days and he’s not coming alone!

BAMA: Right you, are Toddy boy! At his side will be the massive Thias Watts, the other half of the Anarchy tag team number one contenders, The Corporate Titans!

TODD: He was supposed to be the only competitor with back up tonight, but this is the XWF, where the action never slows down. In fact, it’s Relentless! Here comes his opponent now!





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


HELLO DOVES


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


OPA!


Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose, Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home. But she’s not alone! Behind her emerges a tall figure in the lights.

BAMA: My God! Is that who I think it is?

TODD: Of course it is, Bama! It’s the one and only Solomon Kline! Looks like he’s here to even the odds!



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





Oswald stands amidst an indie metal band, watching the ring, looking at the band. Soon a choir is heard as the band begins to play his theme song. Looming over him from the shadows is the giant Thias Watts. Oswald walks towards the lead guitarist, clapping her gently on the back so as to not mess up her playing. Oswald walks down the ramp, the bottom of his white cloak dragging along the ground. Once at the ring, he leaps onto the apron before launching himself to show how strong and agile he was to lift such mass with such ease right over the top rope and de-cloaks himself, placing it in his corner before stretching out his arms in a lower case t and roaring out to the crowd before going and sitting on top of his cloak, awaiting the bell as he mentally plans out the match, as well as how to try and beat his opponent. Outside, the giant stands guard.

DING DING! The bell rings to officially start the match.

ATARA RAVEN (with Solomon Kline at ringside) - vs - MR. OZ (with Thias Watts at ringside) Singles w/Valet

The moment the bell rings, the two charge out of their corners!

Atara and Oz lock up in the center of the ring. Oz gets the advantage early, overpowering Atty in the test of strength. He brings her shoulders down to the mat and immediately goes for the pin.

1…


No! Kickout!

TODD: I don’t know why he thought he could win so easily there.

BAMA: Atty is back up already!

Atara kicks him in the back of the left leg. He stumbles. She runs the ropes, bounces off and Oz with the clothesline! But Atty ducks under it and goes behind, hitting a sling blade!

The fans shout OPA! She waits for him to get back up and no! Thias grabs her hair from the outside. The referee tells him to let go and…

BAMA: OH MY! Solomon takes down the big man with a thunderous spear on the outside!

TODD: That has got to hurt! But I doubt he’ll stay down for long.

Back in the ring, Atty checks her hair and eats a big boot from Oz! She goes over the top rope, but lands on her feet on the apron. Oz charges at her, but she moves at the last second, sending Oz through the ropes and to the outside, where he collides with Thias, who is just making it to his feet. Thias stumbles, but doesn’t fall. Oz crumples onto the floor outside the ring. Atty gestures to the crowd and hits a middle rope moonsault to the outside, colliding with both Solomon and Thias, who were just about to continue fighting. All four are on the floor now.

odd: OPA!

Bama: This is chaos in the best way, Toddrick!

Todd: You love to see it.


The referee begins to count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Atty and Oz slowly make their way to their feet.


5…

Solomon and Thias also begin to stir.

6…

Atty is in!

7…and so is Oz!

Oz whips Raven into the ropes and when she comes back, he hits a huge spinebuster. He goes for the pin.


1…

2…kickout!

BAMA: He almost had her there!

TODD: It’s going to take more than that to take down the veteran Greek Goddess.

Oz is back on the attack, clubbing down blows on his opponent, still on the ground. He picks her up and german suplex! And another! Again! A fourth! A fifth and sextuple german suplex! Oswald sits, taking a breather.

BAMA: He folded her like a damn gyro!

TODD: He needs to capitalize on this moment.

Outside the ring, Thias Watts hits a huge overhand chop to the chest of Solomon Kline. Kline hits him with a chop back. Inside the ring, Oz looks to put her away. He reaches a hand toward the mouth of Raven on the mat. I…Failed…You! He shoves his fingers into her mouth, but no! She bites down. He pulls his hand away quickly as she hops to her feet. Atty kicks his leg again and again. She follows it up with a left, then a right and an uppercut to the jaw. Oz staggers toward the ropes. Outside, Solomon shouts at Oz. Oz turns to face him. Thias hits Solomon with a forearm to the face. Oz laughs at him. He turns back around, right into The Judgement of Paris!

BAMA: That’s all she wrote!

TODD: You may be right.

Atty goes for the pin, but Thias grabs the referee by the leg and pulls him out of the ring! The crowd starts to count in his stead. 1…2…3…4…Atty gets up, frustrated. Solomon gets in Thias’ face. Thias shoves Solomon. Solomon pushes back, but Thias won’t budge. Thias laughs in his face and grabs Solomon by the neck. He pushes him toward the announce table and lifts him. Thias hits a massive chokeslam to Solomon right through the announce table! He flexes and roars and turns back toward the ring when…The Judgement of Paris off the top turnbuckle to Thias on the outside. The big man staggers and teeters. Atty runs up to him and hits the Priapus Punch, right to the family jewels! She runs back into the ring where Oz is getting up. The referee comes to and slowly returns to the ring.

TODD: It’s been an absolute slobberknocker up to this point!

BAMA: And it’s still anybody’s game, Toddy baby!

Atty slides back into the ring, but Oz catches her in his arms and delivers a huge belly-to-back suplex. Oz grasps Atty by her hair, yanking her up to her feet with his great might. He reels back his arm, going for another I Failed You! But his arm sails by as Atty sidesteps, latching her arms around his and delivering an axe kick upwards to his jaw!

Oz staggers back into the ropes and Atty backs up for distance. As Ozzy stumbles forward, Atty leaps with all she’s got for another Judgment of Paris! Ozzy drops to the mat! Atty hooks the leg!

ONE!

Outside the ring, Kline and Thias are both slowly rising… Thias goes to reach under the bottom rope to stop the official’s count…

TWO!

But Kline dives through the air! Ashes to Ashes! Thias drops!

THREE!

WINNER: ATARA RAVEN!

TODD: What an absolute war between these competitors! Credit to Solomon Kline for backing up Atty through the Corporation’s many attempts to obstruct and interfere! And hats off to Atara Raven for an impressive victory!


TODD: Folks, this next match… the spectrum of possibility is off-the-charts… Literally, almost anything could happen!

BAMA: Fo’ REAL, Toddrick! In one corner, we have an undefeated demoness! An otherworldly spirit of unspeakable terror, as apparently unbeatable as her thirst for violence is unquenchable!

TODD: But in the other corner, we have the man that seems to snatch victory from the clutches of undefeatable opponents!



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

TODD: There he is! Reggie Estrada! The ultimate upset artist!

BAMA: No doubt, Toddy! Reggie has made a career out of pulling off unbelievable comebacks! He pinned Robert “The Omega” Main in 2020! He beat both members of American Storm single-handedly!

TODD: And just last Anarchy, he pulled off a shocking upset, beating the previously undefeated on Anarchy, JC Keeton!

BAMA: When Reggie’s in the ring, and the crowd’s screaming for him, miracles happen, Toddy!

TODD: And they don’t just yell his name, Bama! They also yell what he makes opponents do!

CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE!

Reggie reaches the bottom of the ramp with a  simply sildes into it! He steps to the center of the ring… and starts twisting his wrists, raising his arms…

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And Reggie wraps his hands around his throat! The Reggie choke! And the crowd loves it!

Reggie raises his fist up to the crowd, showing the people some love as his theme fades out.

…



“Dreams of a Lullaby” plays, and as her music swells, Celestine stumbles onto the stage, dragging a massive canvas behind her. Her body jerks unnaturally as though seized by a spirit, shades of a possession. She begins speed-painting in a frenzy, daubing wild strokes with brushes, bare hands, and even blown snot from her nose.

TODD: …Celestine Gale! The Artist of Atrocity! The Maestra of the Macabre!

BAMA: Speakin’ of impressive streaks, Miss Gale is undefeated herself! She thrashed the thoroughly monstrous Inquisition! And no one has seen that clown, Pennyfarthing, since Gale painted the canvas red with his blood!

TODD: It’s hard to imagine *any* competitor on Anarchy that wouldn’t become Gale’s newest masterpiece of murder… But, if anyone can pull off an upset? It’s Reggie Estrada!

She growls, chants, sometimes laughing, sometimes weeping. By the time she reaches the ring, the canvas is revealed: a horrific foretelling of her opponent mangled, ruined, disfigured. She lays the painting gently against the ring like a tombstone.

…Estrada scoffs, like whatever… as Gale eerily creeps up the steeps and into the ring…

The official signals to the timekeeper!

DING DING!

CELESTINE GALE - vs - REGGIE ESTRADA Singles Match

Reggie Estrada bounces on the balls of his feet! He raises his arms, beckoning Cekestine to come right at him!

Celestine Gale’s lips curl into a nefarious smirk, like she’s thinking of bringing her art to life in the most agonizing way. Her head tilts just a fraction too far, her gaze never blinking as she takes one slow, gliding step forward.

…Despite beckoning her, Reggie creeps backward, not eager to meet her in a grapple!

TODD: Celestine, possibly taking an early psychological advantage here… Without landing a blow, Gale may already be in Reggie’s head!

BAMA: She IS in his head psychologically… And knowing Miss Gale, she plans to stick her hand in his eye socket to occupy it physically too!

Gale lurches forward unsettlingly… almost like a marionette, bending and twisting as she closes the distance, between herself and Estrada…

Until! With a sudden shout, he lunges forward, his face twisted in defiance, as he launches a…

DISCUS LARIAT!

…Side-stepped.
Celestine’s expression doesn’t change—her features remain eerily calm as she sways aside, letting his fists cut through empty air. Her stillness makes the crowd gasp.

TODD: Total control on display by Celestine Gale!

Then, as Reggie’s flailing attack sails wide to her side,, Gale drives her knee sharply into his ribs!

KNEE LIFT!

Reggie’s eyes widen, his mouth opening with a grunt of pain. He staggers backward toward the ropes… but he shoves off of them!

BAMA: I’ll give this to ol’ Reg, he got more fight in him than a sack full a’ alley cats!
Reggie’s arm swipe forward, looking for an…

ARM DRAG!

…but Celestine CATCHES Reggie’s wrist instead, as her lips part in a cold grin. Her shoulders roll back with unnatural fluidity, and she sweeps his legs, yanking him down in one motion!

DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN!

TODD: Like a brushstroke across the canvas—smooth and sharp!

BAMA: it’s effective to be sure… but it gives me them heebie-jeebies…

Reggie’s back hits the mat… But Gale’s attack isn’t over! She suddenly surges forward… AND STOMPS ON ESTRADA’s THR-

…Dodge! Reggie somersaults backward to his feet! Gale’s stomp only hits mat!

TODD: Wow! A vicious throat-sealing stomp sought after by Celestine Gale! That move could’ve ended the match in an instant!

BAMA: As could have any chance of Reggie’s ability to speak!

Reggie bounces off the ropes, going with the flow of his backwards somersault, before he charges again!

Celestine’s eyes widen just slightly, amused at his persistence. She tilts her head back and freezes in place, statuesque…

TODD: Gale allowing Reggie’s advance, daring him to try another attack!

BAMA: …I’ve seen people play chicken in the ring before. This looks more like whoever… or whatever… is piloting Miss Gale… just dropped their controller!

Reggie goes for it! He barrels forward…

And slides low, looking for a…

BASEMENT DROPKICK!

…At the last possible moment, Gale swings her ankle straight backward, like a ballerina, pirouetting her leg into the air!

…Before swinging it straight down! AXE KICK DOWN TO THE MAT!

…Reggie side-rolls, slipping out of harm’s way, but only narrowly!

TODD: The ‘Choke’ chants have gone silent now… Reggie is surviving, but still hasn’t found a way to penetrate Gale’s defenses!

BAMA: Only thing I hear is our hispanic fans quietly praying for Reggie!

TODD: …Do you know spanish, Bama?

BAMA: Un pocito. Suficiente para encontrar un baño.

TODD: …What?

BAMA: I just told you I majored in spanish in college.

TODD: …Oh. Neat!

Gale refuses to allow Reggie to escape a sequence unscathed, stomping the mat wildly like one may squash a beetle beneath their feet…

Reggie desperately scoots, back against the mat, rolling to avoid Gale’s rapid-fire stomps…

Gale leaps, raising both boots to crash against Reggie’s chest…

…But Reggie raises a boot toward the rafters!

And catches Gale on the chin!

The crowd gasps… before turning to cheers!

TODD: Reggie did it! Reggie drew Gale in and made contact!

BAMA: Great. Now, do it again and again until she goes down for a three! One kick ain’t winnin’ a war, Toddrick!

…Gale’s head tilts backward from the kick. Her eerie smile disappears for just a moment, as Reggie kips-up to his feet!

…Straight into a Gale KNEE LIFT!

The air is sucked from the crowd, just like it is Reggie’s lungs, as Estrada drops to one knee.
TODD: …Uh-oh. That comeback didn’t last…
Celestine watches Reggie’s struggle to breathe with bemused detachment, her lips tightening as if sighing at an unruly child. She latches onto the back of his head and snaps…

ANOTHER KNEE LIFT!

A SECOND!

A THIRD!
Reggie’s face twists with every strike, his cheeks puffing, eyes squinting shut with each blow.

The crowd starts a chant to try to will him back into this…

REG-GIE!

REG-GIE!

REG-GIE!

TODD: Gale might be setting up for a finishing strike… Reggie’s gotta do something or its curtains for him!

BAMA: Curtains? More like…

…

BAMA: Dammit. What’s the word for the sheet that coroners drape over a dead guy?[/blue]

Gale latches onto Reggie’s arm… and hurls him toward the ropes!

Reggie bounces off… Gale aims, with laser precision a…

GLIDING ROUNDHOUSE (with toe-pointed artistry)

…

But Reggie slips under!

TODD: Oho! There’s life in Estrada yet!

Gale’s ballet-like flourish leaves her slow to re-find her footing, giving Reggie a window to bounce off the ropes! He hits them with all he’s got, sprinting as Gale recovers her footing…

SHOTGUN DROPKICK!

Gale…

Gets…

BLASTED! Getting launched into a rolling heap before landing flat on her back!

TODD: AHHHHHHHH! WOW! What a strike by Reggie!

BAMA: That’s the kid I was talking about! The King of the Upset! Brash, reckless, and just crazy enough to hit the bullseye!

Reggie’s face lights with pride, his chest heaving as he shoots up to his knees, pointing to the crowd.

CHOKE! CHOKE! CHOKE!

TODD: Reggie spending perhaps too much time basking in the crowd’s energy… He hit a big move on Gale, possibly the first time she’s looked vulnerable in her XWF tenure! Follow it up!

BAMA: It’s a psychological game in the ring, Toddrick! Gale dug herself into Reggie’s brain, now he’s gotta excise her! And what better way than the ollllllll’ TAUNT!

Reggie’s grin spreads wide—cocky now, feeding on the crowd’s roar. He raises his hand toward his throat, ready to draw it across in his infamous choke gesture—

CHOKE! CHOKE! CHO-

IN A FLASH, Celestine Gale’s body JERKS unnaturally upright!

Gale sits up with her head snapping to face Reggie, eyes glassy and unblinking.

…The crowd is silenced.

Reggie’s face drops instantly, his grin fading into wide-eyed disbelief.

TODD: …That celebration might’ve come too soon!

BAMA: …Like I told you, Todd—you poke the ghost, the ghost pokes back!

TODD: You said NOTHING of the sort, Bama!

…Reggie dismisses his shock, running toward the ropes…

TODD: Reggie’s thinking Gale’s still grounded, off her feet! There’s still a window to attack!

Reggie slides on his stomach with a…

BASEBALL SLIDE!

…With eerie grace, Gale shifts her body a fraction to the side, letting his boots pass harmlessly.

TODD: She moved before he even made contact! It’s like she saw the play a step ahead!

Bama: …Like she’s watching from a perspective beyond the ring. As though she’d known the strike was coming long before he committed to it…

…Gale SNAPS to her feet unnaturally, straight off her back, as if tugged upwards by puppet-strings…
Reggie starfish kip-ups back to his feet and throws a desperation flurry!

Wild punches!

Spinning backfists!

…Celestine’s expression doesn’t change. She slips through each blow, movements are sharp but detached…

TODD: What a sequence! It’s like Estrada mailed all his moves to Celestine a week in advance so she could plan the most elegant way to avoid them!

Then, suddenly, her palm snaps forward—a sharp chopping strike to the side of Reggie’s neck!

His eyes squeeze shut, his face contorting with pain.

She follows with…

A second throat thrust!

A third!

TODD: She’s chipping away at him—every strike precise, deliberate!

Bama: Drainin’ Reg like an old paint rag!

Reggie staggers, clutching his chest, desperation written across his sweat-soaked face…

Gale’s hands surge forward, as she snaps behind Estrada, seeking a…

Straight-Jacket German Sup-...

…But Reggie suddenly slips behind Gale! Standing Switch! His arms remain latched onto Gale’s wrists!

TODD: Reggie finds life! Can he pull off another miraculous comeback!

He shakes his head wildly, his eyes blazing with stubborn fire. The crowd erupts with anticipation!

With a roar, he tries to muscle Gale, twisting her toward facing the mat as he sets her up for…

THE AZTEC SUNRISE! (Killswitch!)

…

NO!

With inhuman fluidity, Gale slips free of his grip mid-motion, her body flowing like wet paint!

TODD: Gale slips out!

Reggie’s eyes flash with shock as she twists behind him.

Her arms snake around his throat…

NOWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW!

BAMA: And things go from bad to worse for Estrada!

Celestine’s face remains expressionless as she sways, side to side, almost rocking him like a child. But her lips part, whispering a low, chilling lullaby. Reggie’s eyes bulge, his mouth opens in panic, his hands claw at her arm—his expression shifting from fury to desperation to foggy confusion.

TODD: Gale’s got it cinched in! The sleeper’s locked tight—Reggie’s fading fast!

BAMA: Sing him a lullaby, Toddy baby! Reggie’s headed to dreamland!

Reggie kicks, his face contorted, his jaw clenched as he tries one last surge of defiance… Thrashing to escape!

But his eyelids droop…

His body slackens.

…

….

And finally his arms fall limp.

The official calls for the bell!

WINNER: Celestine Gale!

Celestine releases him gently, letting his body crumple to the mat like discarded parchment. Her eyes scan the crowd, her lips pulling into a faint, unsettling smile as if she’d just signed her signature across a fresh canvas.

TODD: And that’s it! Celestine Gale with ‘Nowhere Over the Rainbow’—Reggie Estrada’s fire is extinguished tonight! Celestine Gale remains undefeated… and terrifying!

BAMA: Somebody get the sage and holy water! That woman ain’t right!





Da Bing Bong Twinzz bust out that back stage bitch like WTF and perp slash pimp walk to the RANG. You feel me?

TODD: I don’t even know what these fools are doing back in the XWF. I thought we released them ages ago!

BAMA: Put some respeck’ on the BING BONG family name, Todd! Da Twinzz are an XWF staple, and they have a cult following that keeps them in the mix!

TODD: In the mix for what? Prison?

BAMA: In the mix for tag-team gold, Todd! If Da Bing Bong Twinzz win this match, they’ll earn themselves a future shot at the Anarchy Tag Championships!

TODD: And if they pin Darren Dangerous, one of them will become the X-treme Champion! But these are big ‘ifs’, Bama!

BAMA: Da Twinzz like big ‘ifs’, Todd- and they can not lie!





As the music hits, a burst of pyro explodes on the stage! Then, we see XWF legend CENTURION appear on the stage! He looks mildly annoyed at his booking, but the crowd’s chant of “CENT! CENT! CENT!” seem to cheer him up! Centurion gives the front-row fans a few high fives as he makes his way into the ring, ascending the steps and then slipping through the ropes as he awaits his tag-team partner and dyadic opposite.

TODD: And Centurion makes his way to the ring! A certified XWF legend and former Anarchy stalwart, these fans are over the moon to see Centurion back in action tonight!

BAMA: Those idiot fans might be over the moon, but Centurion is over the hill! He’s made a grave mistake coming back to the XWF, and Da Bing Bong Twinzz are going to prove it!

TODD: As if, Bama! Centurion is at his best on Thursday nights: we’ve seen this time and again throughout his career. If I was betting man, I’d bet that Centurion could beat those two bozos while blindfolded and handcuffed!





Darren Dangerous enters the stage with an arm raised then lowers it as he walks to the ring. When he enters the ring he steps up onto the middle turnbuckle and crosses arms above his head and flashes the devil horns. The X-treme championship rests firmly upon his waist as the crowd showers him in boos.

Centurion just shakes his head with disappointment as Darren climbs off the ropes and gives his belt over to the referee for safekeeping.

BAMA: DARREN F’N DANGEROUS! Our X-treme Champion is blessing Anarchy by having his first defense here, in front of these Knucklehead Centurion fans!

TODD: And listening to this crowd…it sounds like a lot of them wanted him to stay home! He has go-home heat with them!

BAMA: Oh, that just means this is the GO-HOME show before Relentless, Todd! That’s all!

Tag-Team X-treme Rules Match DARREN DANGEROUS © & CENTURION - vs - DA BING BONG TWINZZZ

DING! DING! DING!

TODD: This is an X-treme rules tag-team match: which means there are no tags, no count-outs, and absolutely no limits!

BAMA: That’s right, Todd! This match is going to be a BLOODBATH- but what else would you expect from Darren’s first official title defense?!

Centurion and Darren Dangerous immediately get into a heated argument as soon as the bell rings. Centurion tells DD to stay out of his way for this match, but DD just calls him a slur in return! Centurion and DD wind up face-to-face, arguing over ethical communication strategies.

The referee tries to get in between Cent and DD, reminding them that they’re supposed to work together tonight: but neither of them are having it! Darren Dangerous lifts an accusator finger and points it right in Centurion’s face- but Centurion quickly slaps it away!

TODD: Oh boy, I had a feeling this could happen…it looks like Darren Dangerous and Centurion would rather fight each other than their competition!

BAMA: Well can ya blame em’, Todd?! Centurion is a WOKE-liberal-SJW, and Darren Dangerous is the hardcore icon of a forgotten past! These two were NEVER going to get along!

TODD: And to make matters worse: I heard that Centurion is angling for a shot at Darren’s championship belt come Relentless!

BAMA: That Centurion is a damn Benedict Arnold, Todd! I tell ya what!

Da Bing Bong Twinzz talk amongst themselves for a few seconds while the other team continues arguing. Then, MC C-Munqqquee BathZaltzz and Lil' Ca$h-App Dolla Billyunnai$$e strike as soon as the chance arises! The two Twinzz charge ahead, with Ca$h-App targeting Centurion while MC C-Mun goes right for Darren Dangerous! The pair of arguing teammates never saw it coming!

Ca$h-App spears Centurion right into the corner!

MC C-Mun delivers a huge lariat that sends both him and DD flying over the top-rope!

TODD: And Da Bing Bong Twinzz strike!

BAMA: Oh man! Darren Dangerous needs to get it together, because those Twinzz have so much riding on this one! If they can come away with the upset victory, not only will they be walking out of here with a guaranteed tag-team title shot: they might even be walking away with Darren’s X-treme championship!

Ca$h-App starts delivering shoulders to Centurion’s midsection in the corner!....but it doesn’t look like they’re doing very much damage. Centurion just kind of ignores the mild pushing on his abdomen as he looks at the crowd with a disgusted expression.

Outside the ring, both Darren and MC C-Mun have risen to their feet! C-Mun tries to hit Darren with a crazy spinning roundhouse kick: but he trips and misses! Darren laughs mockingly before he delivers a brutal elbow drop right between C-Mun’s shoulder blades!

Inside the ring, Centurion has finally grown tired of Ca$h-App’s mild attacks. Centurion lifts up a knee, and Ca$h-App runs his shoulder right into it! Ca$h-App hollers in pain as he backs away from the corner. By the time Ca$h-App finally recovers from the knee, Centurion is already charging at him with a BLOODY SYMPHONY (Busaiku Flying Knee)!

TODD: It looks like the momentum might be shifting, Bama! Da Bing Bong Twinzz caught the opposition offguard, but now, Centurion and Darren Dangerous are flipping the script!

BAMA: Darren Dangerous could take both of these bums by himself! He doesn’t even need Centurion to win this match!

TODD: Sure, Bama. Sure.

Outside the ring, Darren walks towards the ring and reaches down beneath it. After a few seconds of sifting through weapons, Darren eventually pulls out the lid of a trash can! DD pops a big grin as he walks over to MC with the steel lid. Darren waits until MC starts pulling himself up with the help of the staircase: and then, Darren goes to bloody work!

And I mean BLOODY!

Darren Dangerous bashes MC’s head seven ways to Sunday, lacerating the flesh on his face time and time again as he batters him with the trash can lid! Fans in the front row get covered in specks of blood, flesh, and bone as MC screams out in agony from the brutal assault.

But back inside the ring, Da Bing Bong Twinzz are faring slightly better!

But only slightly.

As Centurion approaches his downed opponent, Ca$h-App springs back to life with an attempted low-blow!

But Centurion sees it coming and moves just out of the way….while delivering another vicious knee right to Ca$h-App’s skull instead!

Ca$h-App’s face is busted open the old-fashioned way!

A stream of blood runs down Ca$h-App’s forehead as the life begins fading from his face!

TODD: Oh my God, Bama! This is turning into a slaughter out there!

BAMA: That’s what happens when you book an X-treme Rulez match on Anarchy, Todd! THE BLOOD WILL SPILL!

Back outside the ring, Darren Dangerous throws his trash can lid into the crowd after completely demolishing it from continued use. Then, he grabs his bloodied opponent by the hair before slamming their face right into the steel steps!

NOT ONCE!


NOT TWICE!


BUT THRICE!


MC C-Mun looks to be damn near unconscious by the time Darren Dangerous slides them back inside the ring!


TODD: That Bing Bong Twin just found out why you don’t take Darren Dangerous to the outside! That’s where he’s most Dangerous!

BAMA: He’s Dangerous everywhere, Todd! It’s his middle name!

TODD: Well, no…but- whatever!

Inside the ring, Centurion has been delivering big boots to Ca$h-App’s lower back while the twin writhes around the canvas in pain. The crowd chants “CENT! CENT! CENT!” as the XWF legend plays up to their applause.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring: Darren Dangerous grabs MC C-Mun and places him between his legs. Then, Darren lifts the Twin up into a powerbomb position!

And back on the other side of the ring, Centurion is setting Ca$h-App up for the “Fall of Rome” (Walls of Jericho)!

TODD: This could be it right here, Bama! Those Twinzz are in a terrible predicament!

BAMA: You’re damn right, Todd! The only question is: which Twin is going to get beat first?!

Just when Centurion places Ca$h-App into the Fall of Rome, Darren drops MC C-Mun back to the mat with a devastating Amber Alert (Bautista Bomb)!


Darren goes for the cover on MC C-Mun, just when Ca$h-App looks poised to tap out!


The referee counts the pin with one eye while keeping his other eye on the submission hold!



1!




CA$H-APP’S HAND FALLS TOWARDS THE MAT!






2!!





CA$H-APP’S HAND REACHES THE MAT!





3!!!




CA$H-APP IS TAPPING OUT!

WINNERS: DARREN DANGEROUS © & CENTURION

Darren Dangerous and Centurion stand in the center of the ring, the referee raising both of their arms. Darren turns towards Centurion and starts unleashing a flurry of slurs his way. Centurion just bites his tongue while he stares daggers into Darren Dangerous.

TODD: What a dominant showing from Centurion and Darren Dangerous! It makes you wonder…what could these two accomplish if they’d put their differences aside more often?!

BAMA: Frankly, Todd- they could be one of the hottest tag-teams in all of wrestling!

TODD: I was just thinking the same thi-oh, wait….they’re fighting again.

Darren Dangerous takes a powerful step towards Centurion, and then, Darren spits a big fat loogie in Centurion’s direction.

Centurion looks down at the loogie on his chest, then back up to Darren Dangerous with a look of rage.

Darren Dangerous takes another step forward, laughing in Centurin’s face….

UNTIL CENTURION ROLLS UP THE X-TREME CHAMPION IN A CRADLE!

THE REFEREE DROPS DOWN TO COUNT THE SUDDEN X-PIN!



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NO!

Darren gets his shoulder up just in time!

BAMA: That damned Benedict Centurion just turned on his tag-team partner! He just tried to steal the X-treme Championship!

TODD: Oh c’mon Bama, Darren was asking for it! He spit on Centurion! And did you hear what he said to Cent after the match?!

Darren doesn’t take too lightly to the pinfall attempt: and Centurion doesn’t seem to give a damn! As soon as DD kicks out of the pin, he scrambles to his feet and gets into a proper brawl with the XWF Legend! The two trade heavy haymakers in the center of the ring, until eventually, they both get tangled up and go flying over the ropes!

They both land on their feet outside the ring-

AND CONTINUE TRADING BLOWS!

The crowd goes wild with chants of “CENT! CENT! CENT!” as the two men battle their way up the ramp, and back through the curtain in a flurry of fists!

TODD: This match might be over, but I think Darren and Centurion still have plenty of fight left in them!

BAMA: You’re right about that, Todd! Those men hate each other so much, I won’t be surprised if they continue fighting all the way until Relentless!

TODD: But at Relentless, everything between these two will finally be settled! Because Centurion will be taking on Darren Dangerous, and the winner will walk away with more than just bragging rights….they’ll walk away with the X-treme Championship belt!

BAMA: You won’t want to miss it! But first: we still have tonight’s main event!


TODD: Folks, our main event is… uh… well, there’s a hell of a lot of history to it, I can tell you that much!

BAMA: And we’re gonna do our best to unpack it for you, ladies and germs!



The arena is pitch black and the melancholy opening tunes to “Identity” begin. But as the song starts to pick up in intensity, down in the entry way, you see a Jericho-esque light up jacket glow brilliantly. Then, twin explosions emit from either side of the ramp and the lights turn on in a swirling red and blue pattern that throb in sync with the beats of the song. Corey comes down the ramp, the jacket now flashing intermittent heart and lightning bolt patterns. On the 'Tron you see images of Corey/Lux pulling off fantastic moves, intercut with blur effects on Corey's face that obscure his features in an eerie way.

[blue]TODD: Corey Smith! …Phew, okay! You could fill several academic-sized volumes with Corey’s extensive XWF history!

BAMA: Or a couple really niche tumblrs!

TODD: His body has held the Universal title multiple times… And two years ago, so did he while controlling himself! And for two years, we weren’t sure if we’d see Corey Smith again!

BAMA: But his returned at May Day, earlier this year, looking like he hasn’t lost one step! He dropped an impressive win on the Corporate Revolutionary, Matthias Syn! And he and Dolly looked like absolute dynamite, a perfect unit! Dissecting two of PWV’s finest in JC Keeton and Matt Knox!

TODD: In the war between Revolution *and* Corporation, the sudden return of Corey Smith feels like it may be a great equalizer on the battlefield…

BAMA: But one OG revolutionary isn’t quite as welcoming to the XWF’s original communist(?) dreamer! He doesn’t see Corey as an ally, but a Judas!

Corey gets on the ring apron, throwing his arms over the top rope as the jacket keeps flashing. He looks pumped as hell, and starts pointing out at the fans before rushing to the top rope, surveying the crowd from on high, before dropping down to the canvas and handing off his jacket. He paces the ring now, waiting for the match to begin as the music and lighting effects wind down.

…

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



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

TODD: And here we have the longest-reigning Anarchy champion of all-time, Micheal Graves!

BAMA: Allegedly! Apparently, he’s been Corey Smith this whole time, according to Corey!

TODD: …Wait, but Corey’s in the ring! Is he in two places at once?

BAMA: He covered this already! That’s Mark Flynn!

TODD: Micheal Graves has been Mark Flynn this whole time!?!

…

TODD: Wait, no, I knew that!

BAMA: You know NOTHING, Toddrick! That’s currently Mark Flynn!

TODD: Allegedly!

BAMA: But, all previous weeks it’s been Corey Smith!

TODD: …Wait, but didn’t ‘Graves’ get unmasked last Relentless and it was Mark Flynn under the mask!

BAMA: BUT, Flynn wrestled ‘Graves’ at WarGames! If Corey can’t be in two places at once, how can ‘Graves’?!?

TODD: …My head is starting to hurt…

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

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

Behind *him* are the Students of Gravy.

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

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

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

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

The fans join in, knowing the chorus by heart…

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

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

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

TODD: Well, whoever ‘Graves’ is, whoever Flynn is, whoever Corey is… Whoever I am! I know this! ‘Graves’ had some FIGHTING words directed at Corey! Calling him a shark! Calling him a predator who only came back because he smells opportunity to glorify himself!

BAMA: Wild accusation! But he had a handful of quotes to back up his point!

TODD: All taken out of context!

♫ It’s been a long time, Corey ♫
♫ We know just why you’re here ♫
♫ Your heart and soul are empty ♫
♫ Hollow like the Engineer ♫

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

TODD: …Oh my.

BAMA: ‘Graves’ directly comparing Corey and his so-called selfish return to climb back to the top to the Engineer’s famous opportunism!

TODD: ‘Graves’ is paranoid, Bama! He’s stabbing at shadows! Just like Corey said, ‘Graves’ accused Dolly last Anarchy of bowing down to Black Rainbow of all people!

BAMA: You say ‘paranoid’, I say he sees the TRUTH! He’s got an eye for every opponent! That’s how he’s been so successful!

TODD: Against opponents of the Revolution, Bama! Now he’s attacking his allies!

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

[blue]♫ The workers won’t come second ♫
♫ Their needs are far great ♫
♫ Can’t let you stamp your name on it ♫
♫ Revolution will not wait ♫[

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

Irwin finishes with a little banjo solo…

Before humbly sliding his instrument behind his back…

TODD: Strong words from ‘Graves’ and his merry band of misfits, claiming Corey wants to co-opt the Revolution to climb back to the top of the card!

BAMA: Strong and accurate! Of course that’s why Corey is back!

TODD: …Wait, didn’t Corey not go anywhere because he’s been ‘Micheal Graves’ this whole time!

BAMA: But then why would ‘Micheal Graves’ just trash Corey Smith if he’s Corey Smith!

TODD: Well, he’s… Mark Flynn… right?

BAMA: Now you’re getting it!

TODD: …I’m really not!

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

These two long-time adversaries stare each other down motionlessly…

As the official signals to the timekeeper!

DING DING!

"ALLEGEDLY" MICHEAL GRAVES© - vs - COREY SMITH Non-title Match Pure Wrestling Rules

TODD: Okay, I at least know the rules of this match! Pure Wrestling! Each competitor gets three rope breaks total! No closed fist punches to the face!

BAMA: And we know ONE of these competitors is Corey Smith and the other one is Mark Flynn! Corey dropped a loss to Flynn at the Cannabis Cup Final… and then a second one at the end of WarGames 2023…

TODD: I wouldn’t count that second one! It was two-on-one, Flynn had Ned in his corner!

Corey steps forward with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, shoulders loose, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

‘Graves’ tilts his masked head slowly, shoulders rolling back. His posture is tight, precise, like a coiled spring. He raises both hands high, a mock invitation to a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

TODD: ‘Graves’ offers to start with a collar-and-elbow tie-up… Will the faster Corey play into the hands of the more technical Fly-... er, ‘Graves’? I’m calling them by what they look like to reduce confusion!

BAMA: If I know one thing about Corey Smith, it’s that he ain’t backin’ down from nothin’! It might not be the smartest move, but ain’ no way he doesn’t accept ‘Gravy’’s challenge to lock horns!

Corey exhales sharply through his nose, grin fading into determination.

Indeed, Smith shoots forward, locking hands with Graves.

The two jockey for position, feet grapevining as they circle each other, hands moving to try and penetrate the other’s guard…

Graves’ shoulders hunch, and his masked face dips low — he grinds Corey backward with sharp footwork, forcing him into the corner.

TODD: Graves showing that veteran leverage right away — textbook positional wrestling!

BAMA: Graves is a chain-wrestling master, Todd! Corey’s dancing with a rattle snake!

Corey’s eyes widen, his lips pulling into a strained grimace as his back hits the buckles. He tries to wriggle free out of ‘Graves’’s grip! But ‘Graves’ presses Smith against the ropes, holding him there like an offensive lineman!

With Corey trapped against the ropes, the official starts a five-count!

ONE!

TWO!

TODD: …Wait! That light brush against the ropes doesn’t count as one of Corey’s rope breaks, does it?

ROPE BREAK Corey Smith has TWO Rope Breaks Remaining

BAMA: Brilliant maneuver by Graves, using positional awareness to burn one of Smith’s previous rope breaks!

At the count of four, ‘Graves’ releases the grapple, raising both hands as the official backs him off the smaller Corey, who remains in the corner…

‘Graves’ feigns a clean break with a slow, exaggerated lift of his arms, like ‘What? ME disobey the rules?’… Corey releases the ropes and emerges, seeking another grapple…

When suddenly ‘Graves’ charges forward with his shoulder! Looking for a…

CORNER SPLASH!

Corey’s jaw clenches, instinct firing!

His hands latch onto the top ropes like they’re lifelines, legs springing up. With a surge of urgency, he snaps a rope-assisted kick into Graves’ chest!

Graves’ body jerks backward, arms flailing for a moment as he collapses to the mat with a theatrical flop, rolling onto his side.

TODD: Lightning fast kick by Smith! Corey battles Graves back with a smart counter!

BAMA: Smart? That’s a rope break, Todd! Read the rules!

Graves lies on the mat, masked face tilting toward the referee. His arm shoots out, finger extended in accusation, pointing directly at Corey’s grip, his hands still latched on the ropes. His body language is smug, almost triumphant despite taking the blow.

The official signals!

ROPE BREAK Corey Smith has ONE Rope Break Remaining

TODD: That’s brutal! Corey had no choice — he had to defend himself!

BAMA: Choice or not, he’s already down to one rope break, Todd. That’s called experience. Graves is playing Chess while Corey’s still trying to figure out Guess Who!

TODD: One thing I will say… it’s never been more obvious that the man under the ‘Dark Warrior’ mask is currently Mark Flynn! Expertly exploiting the Pure Wrestling Rules to burn Corey’s very limited rope break resources!

Corey’s eyes flare, lips pressed tight as he shakes his head in frustration, pounding a fist into the turnbuckle pad. He mouths something toward the referee, clearly upset. The official shrugs, refusing to reverse the call. Corey exhales, before spinning back on his opponent.

Across from him, ‘Graves’ sits up slowly, his body language smug and satisfied. Then, deliberately, he rolls his shoulders and gets to his feet, a master who’s already tightened the screws on his younger opponent.

BAMA: ‘Graves’ has played Corey like a fiddle in the early going!

TODD: But, you’d be a fool to ever count Corey Smith out of a match! This one’s just getting started!
‘Graves’ charges Corey again, shoulders square, mask tilted forward with a hunter’s posture. He steps deliberately, heavy, meant to keep Corey cornered, possibly intending to burn his last rope break right now!

‘Graves’ charges!

But Corey shifts his weight lower, bouncing lightly, trying to duck under ‘Graves’’s attempted clench!

…As Corey tries to skirt by, ‘Graves’ catches Corey, yanking into a tight wristlock! Then, in a sudden transition, he slides behind Smith with a waist lock, jerking Corey’s body off his feet, trying to press him facefirst down to the mat!

…But as Corey’s body descends, he drops his hips, slips an elbow down, aaaaaand

SNAPMARE! ‘Graves’ goes up and over Corey’s shoulder!

…But ‘Graves’ front-somersaults, staying on his feet!

Corey, not to be out-done, rolls backwards with an almost gymnastic flip, preventing ‘Graves’ from taking a mount on him.

TODD: Corey escapes the hold!

BAMA: But ‘Graves’ is just gonna lock him in another hold! ‘Graves’ is Corey’s prison guard and Smith’s doing HARD TIME between those ropes!

‘Graves’ zips forward, trying for another grapple…

…But this time, Corey slips under, and starts breaking into a run!

He zips to the ropes, darting back toward ‘Graves’...

‘Graves’ straightens his spine, arms wide, his masked face turning side to side as he throws a…

HEAVY CHOP!

…Nope, Corey ducks it!

‘Graves’ grits his teeth, spinning to catch Corey on the way back with a…

LARIAT!

…Nope! Not even close, Corey ducks that one too!

[blue]TODD: Uh oh! Corey’s building up speed like a rocket car! And ‘Graves’ is too stubborn to get off the racetrack!

Corey bounces again, even faster off the ropes! ‘Graves’ bends forward, looking to clip Corey’s speed with a…

BACK BODY DROP!

…But Corey leapfrogs over, building EVEN MORE SPEED!

TODD: Look at the sheer, unmatched SPEED from Corey Smith! He’s turned this wrestling match into a track meet!

BAMA: And Graves looks like he’s tryin’ to kill flies with a swatter and missin’, Toddrick!

‘Graves’ exhales with frustration, arms wide looking to catch Corey in his mitts!

But Corey’s eyes narrow, his body coiling like a spring. He explodes forward with a surge of momentum, suddenly leaping into the air with a…

SHOTGUN DROPKICK!

…

CONNECTS!

‘Graves’’s body launches through the air like he just got hit by a Hummer! His masked head snapping back as his body crashes through the middle and top ropes!

TODD: This could turn into an ugly landing! That padding does virtually NOTHING to cushion the concrete outside!

‘Graves’ hands shoot out in desperation, clutching the top strand to stop himself from tumbling to the floor! His feet kick desperately to stop his backward momentum…

And he breathes heavily, relieved to be on the apron!

…

But the referee signals — ‘Graves’’s stopping himself on the apron is a rope break!

ROPE BREAK ‘Micheal Graves’ has TWO Rope Breaks Remaining

TODD: That’s one apiece! Graves is down to two!

BAMA: Big deal, Toddrick! ‘Graves’ still has the lead and he’s got the brains AND the smarts to burn Corey’s last one WELL BEFORE either of his two remaining breaks will come into play.

TODD: We’ll just s-... brains *and* smarts?

‘Graves’ steadies himself on the apron, his posture stiff with irritation. He barks at the official, arguing how the hell this is a rope break!

The official shrugs again, before pointing to the logo on his shirt! That’s all the justification he needs!

‘Graves’ shakes his head, rolling his shoulders before lunging back through the ropes… charging at Smith before Corey can retreat! Another grapple!

BAMA: There we go! Back in ‘Gravy’’s wheelhouse!

TODD: ‘Graves’ (if he is Flynn) is very good at chain wrestling, no doubt! But Corey Smith is one of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace the XWF as well, Bama!

Corey’s lips curl into a focused grin, his arms weaving quickly as the two exchange holds!

‘Graves’ tries an arm drag!

No! Corey twists through the air, latching a wristlock reversal!

Into a hammerlock!

No! ‘Graves’ spins through into a side-headlock!

NO! Corey pulls his head out and the two return to a neutral collar-and-elbow!

TODD: Corey’s keeping pace with Graves’ chain wrestling! …He might even be taking an advantage here!

‘Graves’ tucks low, executing a standing switch to zip behind Corey, trying to cinch a waistlock! His masked expression is tight, almost smug, thinking he’s finally got control…

But Corey’s eyes dart mischievously. He extends his ass backwards, bumping ‘Graves’ back a step! And Smith’s leg snaps up in a sudden…

MULE KICK!

Connects! Smith’s heel drives into ‘Graves’’s gut, shoving him back into the ropes!
The crowd cheers for Smith!

‘Graves’ grunts, arms flailing for balance. His chest caves from the impact as he rebounds off the ropes…

Corey’s face sharpens, a predator’s gleam in his eye. He spins, winding his leg back, the crowd roaring for a potential…

FACE PAIN DE-LUXE!!

Graves’ masked head jerks in panic, and, running on instinct stumbling backwards, clutching the  ropes for safety.

…Corey’s foot hangs in the air, like the sword of damocles, threatening but unreleased! He smiles ear-to-ear, before returning his foot to the mat!

The referee signals, pointing to ‘Graves’ gripping the ropes: another rope break used!

ROPE BREAK ‘Micheal Graves’ has ONE Rope Breaks Remaining

TODD: Graves is down to one rope break! Just like Corey!

BAMA: “Oh, that sneaky little—Corey didn’t even throw it! He wound up the kick, Graves thought it was coming and bailed!

TODD: A deviously clever move by Smith to even the score! Now each competitor has only one rope break remaining

…‘Graves’ realizes his error… he facepalms with an exaggerated slap, his masked head shaking. The crowd laughs.

Then his posture stiffens. His chest rises with a deep inhale. ‘Graves’ shoulders roll back, controlled, calm — the ring general regathering himself, resetting the chessboard.

Corey smiles ear-to-ear, knowing momentum has shifted in his favor, eager for another chance to tie-up with ‘Graves’!

…but, in a flash, ‘Graves’ zips forward, lunging low, hooking Corey’s ankle and tugging it out from under him!

DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN!

Corey stumbles, barely catching himself on his hands! He tries to spring back up to his feet…

But Graves’ hand darts up as Smith rises, fingers tangling in Corey’s hair. He jerks Corey back down to the mat with a cruel tug, posture radiating smug dominance as he cuts Corey’s running game off at the knees, before dropping a knee on Smith’s chest to prevent further escape attempts!

TODD: Ref! C’mon! That’s a hair pull!

BAMA: Where in the Pure Wrestling Rules does it say ‘no hair pulling’, Todd? Pull out the rule book, I’ll wait!

Corey winces, lips curling into a grimace as he claws at Graves’ grip. But Graves spins his hips, snapping Corey off his feet into a sharp…

HIP TOSS! Corey front-flips through the air, landing on his ass beside the ropes!

‘Graves’ keeps the attack going, pouncing into a mounted position above the prone Corey!

‘Graves’ rains raining down with piston-like fury, straight onto Corey’s skull and chest!

Corey raises his forearms, covering up tight, teeth gritted. His eyes dart sideways to the ropes… just within reach!

TODD: oooooooh, big decision time here! Does Corey want to burn his final rope break to force ‘Graves’ out of this mount!

BAMA: It’s a no-win scenario, Toddrick! It’s an escape momentarily… At which point, ‘Graves’ will just lock him in another hold! And Corey will be helpless to escape!

Smith’s body shifts… Like he’s considering a reach for the ropes!

…

Then! Suddenly, he twists with a burst of adrenaline, rolling Graves off-balance!

TODD: What agility! Corey escapes AND keeps his rope break!

Both men tumble across the mat, awkwardly tangled! They both shove off each other to scramble up to their feet!

As they both reach a vertical base, ‘Graves’’s arms suddenly SNAP around Corey’s waist…

Flipping him through the air!

NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

TODD: What a move!

‘Graves’ bridges over Smith’s body! The official drops to count!

ONE!

TW-

Suddenly, ‘Graves’ backward somersaults over Smiths’ prone form…

TODD: …Okay, this is impressive every time! We’re going to see back-to-BACK Northern Lights Suplexes!

‘Graves’, through sheer force of will, deadlifts Corey back up to his feet, trying to muscle Corey into a second…

NORTHERN LIGHTS SU-

…

Wait! No! Corey clamps down, anchoring his weight, preventing ‘Graves’’s back-to-back move!

TODD: There’s life in Corey Smith yet!

‘Graves’ dumps even more strength trying to get Smith up and over…

Corey lifts about a foot in the air…

But then brings himself down, and clasps ‘Graves’’s skull against his shoulder!

JAWBREAKER!

TODD: What a counter by Corey! And once more, the momentum shifts!

‘Graves’ staggers back, masked face jerking up, posture stumbling like he’s been rattled to the core!

Adrenaline firing through him. Corey dashes backwards for the ropes, springing forward with speed—

…

But ‘Graves’ charges right after him, just a half-step behind Smith’s sprint!

TODD: Was ‘Graves’ playing possum, or did he realize his moment was now or never?!?

Corey rebounds off the ropes, but instead of finding momentum, he collides gut-first with Graves’ knee!

KNEE LIFT!

Smith’s body jackknifes, rolling across the canvas, arms wrapped around his stomach in agony.

‘Graves’ spreads his arms wide, chest heaving, then thrusts a hand to his throat. The signal is clear.

TODD: ‘Graves’ is calling for it! THE END!

BAMA: Night-night, Corey!

‘Graves’ grabs Corey by the hair, forcing Smith to his feet… He latches on the front-facelock!

Pointing to the sky!

…HE LIFTS COREY! Perpendicular with the mat!

…

THE END!

…

……

IS COUNTERED!

Corey squirms loose,  finding the wherewithal to slide off the back as ‘Graves’ holds him for the delayed suplex cutter. His feet hit the mat, and he leaps into a desperate kick

As ‘Graves’ whirls around into a…

FACE PAIN DE-LUXE!!

…

……

CONNECTS!

The crowd explodes!

The kick cracks against Graves’ masked head with a thunderclap. ‘Graves’ body stiffens, then timber-falls to the mat like a felled redwood, landing flat beside the ropes.

TODD: OH MY GOD! He got him! Corey nailed the Face Pain De-Lux!

Corey collapses across Graves, chest heaving, hooking the far leg for the cover.

One!

Two!

THREE!

…

……


BUT ‘GRAVES’ FINGERS ARE CURLED AROUND THE BOTTOM ROPE!

BAMA: RING GENERAL! Even after getting kicked in the head, ‘Graves’ knows the ring like the back of his hand enough to grab the rope!

TODD: Impressive, Bama! But now, ‘Graves’ is OUT of rope breaks!

ROPE BREAK ‘Micheal Graves’ has NO Rope Breaks Remaining!!!

Corey rolls away, clutching his hair, raising an arm like he just won the match... Unfortunately for him, the official comes around and explains the situation… his arm slowly drops as frustration emanates from his face.

Meanwhile, ‘Graves’ lies sprawled on the mat, body limp, hand still clutching the rope like a lifeline.

TODD: For the moment, Corey has the advantage! He has one more rope break than ‘Graves’!

BAMA: But never count the ‘Dark Warrior’ out, Toddy baby! He’s gone 54 weeks without losing on Anarchy! He might just have one last trick up his sleeve!

TODD: But will it be enough to take down Corey Smith?

Corey argues with the referee as ‘Graves’ slowly starts coming to, using the ropes to help himself rise to a standing position. Corey runs his soft hands through his sweat-slicked hair as he stares at the referee in disbelief.

That’s when an exhausted ‘Graves’ uses every last ounce of his energy to strike!

‘Graves’ grabs Flynn by the back of his head, smashing Corey’s skull into his knee with a reverse DDT! But ‘Graves’ doesn’t stop there- he follows up immediately with a Cross Rhodes! Corey Smith’s head slams into the knee, and then into the mat in immediate succession!

TODD: LOGICAL CONCLUSION! HE JUST HIT THE LOGICAL CONCLUSION!

BAMA: That might be the ‘logical conclusion’ to this match if you ask me, Todd!

The referee drops down to count the pinfall attempt!



1!











2!!











3!!!

WINNER: ‘Allegedly’ Micheal Graves

TODD: I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it! The Anarchy Champion just pulled another rabbit out of his hat, and now, he’s riding into Relentless on one of the most impressive streaks we’ve ever seen!


BAMA: I don’t think Corey Smith can believe it either, Todd! He thought he had this match won, but the referee clearly had different plans!


TODD: If I know anything about Corey Smith, Bama: he won’t let this be the end of it! But he can’t do anything more tonight: because that’s the end of our show! Thank you, God Bless, and make sure you pre-order all 3 Nights of Relentless before we run out of copies!


BAMA: It’s going to be off-the-rails in Miami!


TODD: That’s our show, folks! We will see you all next time in MIAMI for the best damn Premium Live Event of the year, every year: RELENTLESS!


Fade Out.

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