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ANONYMOUS XTREME WRESTLING PRESENTS...
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The show opens with the cameras searching the venue, it's a different setting from which we are used to. There's no longer a purple aura to the show, instead, an aura of black and white. It signals a new age in Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, an age of the X*Crown. The entrance ramp has been slightly modified, instead of a pair of curtains in the center and two mini-trons either side of it, steel barriers cave into the curtains like a v shape, it looks more rough and befitting of the name. The two mini-trons are still either side, but they glitch and crackle, like old broken monitors. The whole place seems a bit more, serious.
Derrick Donovan: Oh for goodness sake, welcome everyone to Anonymous TV!
BB Gunn: Looks like we're kicking the show off with Skinny Pete, just when we thought this place was changing.
Skinny Pete struts out through the new entrance way and blows his whistle, the whole venue boo him as he tells them all to shut their mouths. Following on behind him are his entourage of midgets, and the Macho Monster Man, Big Dick. He surveys the Irish crowd and shakes his head at them, telling them all to sit down and pay attention. He slowly walks into the ring, grabbing a microphone in the meantime and stomping his foot down upon the new AXW logo imprinted on the mat. The crowd boo him.
Derrick Donovan: How disrespectful.
BB Gunn: I have a feeling that if he carries on like this, DD, he'll get his ass kicked in soon enough.
Skinny Pete brings the microphone to his mouth and the crowd boo as loud as they can, he can't get a single word out. They hate him. He blows on his whistle to silence them, but instead this just riles them up even more. He looks around at his entourage and they all shake there heads in shame of the audience.
Skinny Pete: If y'ad all shut ya mouths for a second then maybe I could finish what I be sayin'. I keep hearin' from the back that a times are changin' here in Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, that we are enterin' a phase of darkness, and a more serious tone. Ta that, I say, fuck off! I run ta shots now, I didn't commission this, someone did from behind ma back! And I promise y'all, when I find out who did such a 'ting, they'll be seriously punished! You want more seriousness here in Anonymous Xtreme Wrasslin'? Well ya ain't gettin' it son cause Skinny Pete is still here, and he's here to sta-
[DARKNESS]
The whole venue shakes with cheers as everything gets swallowed in darkness. The monitors flicker and glitch before fizzling into static. Skinny Pete looks around the venue and shouts for the lights and his microphone to be turned back on, but nothing's happening.
Derrick Donovan: It's him BB, he's back...
BB Gunn: Thank fuck!
Suddenly a spotlight hits the ramp and a cloaked figure walks out to a chorus of cheers, it raises it's head and we see it's face. Or should I say, mask. It raises it's arms as the lights flicker and glitch, Skinny Pete looks petrified in the ring. The midgets all run away through the crowd, Big Dick follows on behind them. We know who the figure is, it's V. He's home.
Derrick Donovan: Finally, the Entity returns.
BB Gunn: About time, now teach Skinny Pete a lesson!
V has a microphone in his hands, and lifts it to his mouth as the crowd cheer him on. Pete is frozen in the middle of the ring, his face grey and in a state of horror. He can't move. V's aura is just too strong.
V: You lied to me, Pete. Or should I say, Abukamov. Vladimir Abukamov. For all is not what it seems, ladies and gentlemen. You'd be surprised to know, Abukamov, your boss sold you out. Duke Kosloff, the former owner of the FWA, sold you out. You lied to us. Duke Kosloff revealed all when he sold his company, and was forced to come here. He bought the stock-hold of AXW through his undercover agent, you. You pretended to know nothing, but you're an actor hired by him to ruin this show and bring it to it's knees. Granted, you nearly did. But we've caught you just at the right time. Now, you will pay the price.
Skinny Pete, well, Vladimir Abukamov becomes like stone. He's unable to move. He's been caught. He's worried for his life.
Derrick Donovan: What the-! All this time Skinny Pete has been an undercover FWA agent working for Duke Kosloff?!
BB Gunn: I should have seen it coming, Dono!
Skinny Pete looks to make a break and peg it out of the ring when the lights go out again. Only one spotlight remains, and that's on V, who stands on the entrance ramp. Then, when the lights turn back on, standing in the way of Pete's exit, is Duke Kosloff. The crowd erupt in cheers and boos. Skinny Pete stares at his boss for a whole minute before pleading with him to let him go. Kosloff shakes his head. He charges at his agent and clotheslines his head clean off. V makes his way to the ring as Kosloff stands over the prone body of Skinny Pete, or Vladimir Abukamov. V walks into the ring, using the steel steps and meets Kosloff in the middle. Both men stare at each other, the crowd erupt.
Derrick Donovan: Shades of Xtraction: Firewall!
BB Gunn: Ohhhh boy!
V and Kosloff stare one another down as the crowd become unglued. Skinny Pete still lays unconscious on the mat. Kosloff looks around at the AXW fanbase and nods his head, V just stares straight ahead at him. Slowly, after a minute or two, Kosloff holds out his hand, for a good old-fashioned handshake. The whole crowd erupt at the sight of it, Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and FireStorm Wrestling Alliance finally at peace with one another, for now. V just stares straight into Duke's eyes. Then shakes Kosloff's hand.
Derrick Donovan: I can't believe it! The war is over!
BB Gunn: For now, Dono! For now!
The camera fades on both men as the whole crowd cheer.
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We cut to backstage, where we see the Icon's newest member, Brad Swann walking. He's wearing an Icon jacket with the words "Protege" imprinted on it. He looks so smug, chewing gum and shades covering his eyes. Then from side of screen we hear someone shout "Swann". He turns and is confronted by an angry Synn, who stares him down. He shoves him against the wall.
Synn: You piece of shit! You wanna turn your fucking back on us?! You've put Crow into rehab, now whether that's for better or for worse it doesn't matter, the point is you cracked a chair over my head! You turned your back on us all when we needed you most, and for what? So you can act all cool with these cheap, plastic shades and mint gum? You're a cunt for lack of a better term, and it's about time someone put you in your place!
Brad Swann leans against the wall looking scared, then smirks. He spits the gum into Synn's face and the Brotherhood member charges at him with a take-down. Swann and Synn battle back and forth on the floor, trading blows left, right and center. Synn, the veteran, manages to get into a better position to knock Swann's teeth out when out of nowhere he is super-kicked in the face. He falls to the concrete hard as Swann looks at the person who saved him. His face becomes confused, his savior was Sheriff Law.
Sheriff Law: You did it kid, while I couldn't find ya match anywhere, ya beat Kevin Cross. I gotta give props to ya, ya shocked me and the world when you allied yourself with the enemy. It takes a hard pair of balls to do that. Now ya got a match later on, and as the enforcer here in AXW I can't be letting backstage fights happen before it's time for dem to happen. Now get outta here, you've made quite the enemy.
Law looks at Synn, who scrambles back to his feet. Brad Swann paces it out of the room. Synn looks at Law and shakes his head, calling him a piece of shit before charging at him and taking him down.
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We cut back to ringside, the ring is cleared and is waiting it's entrants for the next matchup.
Derrick Donovan: Well it's opening contest time now, as the debuting Mr. Terry goes one on one with Price!
BB Gunn: let's do this!
The houselights dim a bit as we hear Tyler Duran from Fight Club's voice come over the PA system.
"First you have to give up, first you have to know... not fear... know... that someday you are going to die."
Panther Like a Panther starts up over the PA system at the 19 second mark. "Told the preacher I love her, he said that God was her lover, I said if he really loves her then he would love that we're lovers." Random people all dressed in the same black hat, black bandanna over their faces, black jacket, all stand and raise their fists to the air "I walk around in a bubble, a fucking scoundrel in trouble, In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble" The beat drops and we see Price himself walk out from somewhere on the ground floor of the fans, draped in all black from the hat that's only half way on his head, the black bandanna over his face, a black t-shirt of whatever band or comic book he's into that week, black leather styled baggy basketball shorts, one leg has a Punisher skull with the American, Brazilian, Japanese, and now British flag embedded inside it, the other leg has his Price family crest on it. (A chair, barbwire, baseball bat, and flaming table in each square) knee pads and black wrestling boots. He does the Eddy style chest slap before throwing his arms out into the crucifix pose, then he lowers his left arm while raising his right fist to the air. He then makes his way towards the ring walking with his gangster style thug swag. Slides into the ring and once again slaps his chest, throws his arms out into the crucifix pose, then raises his fist of resistance as he stands on the bottom and 2nd rope, he pulls the bandanna down off his face, and gives a ever so slight sadistic grin before getting read to fight.
Derrick Donovan: Price looks determined tonight.
BB Gunn: Can you really blame him, after what happened at Supremacy, he's not in the best of moods.
'Boombastic' Starts to play in the arena and Mr Terry charges out onto the ramp. He yells "YOU'RE FIRED" At the crowd and determinedly powers into the ring. He does not look happy or impressed as he stops in the center of the ramp, microphone in hand. He begins to rap as his music plays in the background. He wears golden chains around his neck and his suit trousers are baggy, he looks like a rich chav.
Mr. Terry: Yo, my name is Mr. Terry...
Once I'm done with you I'll send you to the... Dispensary!
I'll make you hurt and- make- you- uh- cry...
when I give you a right hook to- uh- the eye!
He rolls into the ring and carries on rapping, his deep raspy voice being a pain to listen to.
Mr. Terry: Price, that's your name...
Well- uh- I think that's lame!
You're acting so cool with your tattoos...
Just wait until- I- uh- give you a bruise!
BOOM!
That's right! Yea! Yea!
Lemme drop the mi-
Price punches him in the face and the 49 year old man drops to the mat, his music cuts out straight away. The whole crowd cheer the Messiah of Hardcore, seeing as he just shut the old man up.
[DING! DING!]
The bell rings as Mr. Terry crawls away into his corner, holding his jaw and getting back to his feet. He looks at Price with such anger and charges at him with a clothesline, but Price ducks and kicks him in the chest. He hits a big snap DDT to the old man as his head hits the canvas. Price gets to his feet and looks at the fans, nodding his head. He waits for Mr. Terry to rise to his feet and punches him in the gut, before hitting him in the jaw once more. Mr. Terry holds his jaw in pain and heads back into the corner where Price proceeds to punch and chest-slap him silly.
Derrick Donovan: Damn Price, Mr. Terry hasn't even got his suit off yet!
BB Gunn: This is fun to watch.
The referee finally pulls Price off of Mr. Terry and in the moment of distraction the old man pokes Price in the eye. The crowd boo him as he charges at him and takes him down with a big clothesline, Price's head hitting the mat hard. Mr. Terry looks around at the booing audience and starts to shout at the "YOU'RE FIRED!" as loud as he can, everyone is confused. He looks at his yellow suit and smirks, before ripping it off Hulk Hogan style. The whole crowd boo as it's revealed under his suit that there are bright yellow spandex boxers and bright yellow and white boots. His chest is chiseled and oily, if he wasn't 49 years old, he'd actually look really fit.
Derrick Donovan: Oh god, my eyes, they burn.
BB Gunn: What the fuck is he wearing?
Mr. Terry starts to flex his muscles as the crowd boo and jeer for him to stop, he doesn't listen to them and waits for Price to get back to his feet. After a little posing, Price is back on his feet, and is met with a flurry of punches by the old man. Each one hitting with a loud thud. Price stumbles back into the ropes and after bouncing back Mr. Terry puts him in a vicious headlock, wrenching on his face. Price is trying his best to fight out but just can't manage to, the old man's hold is just too strong.
Derrick Donovan: Mr. Terry really starting to pick up the pace, here.
BB Gunn:Let's hope Price puts a stop to it soon enough.
Mr. Terry shouts at the audience as he wrenches in the headlock, Price manages to find an escape point by kicking Terry in the back of his leg and reversing his arm over his head. He pulls him in for a rainmaker but Mr. Terry ducks, gets behind Price in a suplex position and drops him with a side drop. He crawls around Price's body on the mat and manages to get his head in another headlock, this time on ground level. He begins to shout at the fans some more, showing his dominance and telling them all that "THEY'RE FIRED!".
Derrick Donovan: If Mr. Terry carries on with these headlocks, he may have a victory in his grasp.
BB Gunn: Against Price? I doubt it, he's not the sole survivor for nothing, Dono!
Price wriggles around and manages to get Mr. Terry's shoulders on the mat, the referee begins to count them but Terry kicks out straight away and lets go of the hold. He goes to his knees and tries his best to get Price in the headlock again but the Messiah of Hardcore shoves him off and gets to his knees aswell. They both slowly climb to their feet and Price hits the old man with a stiff strike to the head. Mr. Terry stumbles backwards and is met with a kick to the gut, Price then runs against the ropes and grabs Mr. Terry's head, looking for a bulldog. The old man shoves him off though halfway through the jump and Price lands on his ass with a thud.
Derrick Donovan: Mr. Terry's strength exceeds that of Price.
BB Gunn: There's two different types of strength, DD. Those who are physically strong and those who are mentally. Price being the latter of course!
Price gets back to his feet and is met with another clothesline by the big, old man. Mr. Terry looks at the audience and flexes his muscles some more before falling to his knees and covering Price. The Messiah of Hardcore kicks out straight away though and the crowd clap him along as he begins to punch Mr. Terry in the face and rise to his knees. The old man is trying his absolute best to keep Price grounded but the sole survivor is fighting back. Mr. Terry begins to shout at him to "STAY DOWN! AND STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE JAW, IT HURTS!", but Price is having none of it, he shoves the old man off of him once more and gets to his feet, hitting a massive dropkick to the old man's chest. Mr. Terry falls into the ropes and on the rebound is hit with an arm drag into an arm-bar.
Derrick Donovan: Price is getting back in this! A massive arm-bar to the old man!
BB Gunn: We keep calling him an old man, is that the only thing he's notorious for?
Mr. Terry has no troubles in breaking out of the submission and rolling Price into a quick pinfall, which only manages a count of one. Price rolls to his feet and kicks Mr. Terry's head with a thud before lifting him to his feet and spin heel kicking his chest. The old man bends down and Price hits a spinning forearm strike to the head, spinning in the opposite direction. Mr. Terry stumbles as he is getting cut down to size by the Messiah of Hardcore, Price charges against the ropes and looks to hit a clothesline when Mr. Terry ducks and hits him with the...
[TERMINATOR!]
(German Suplex into bridging pin)
No! Price lands on his feet as he's flipped over and out of nowhere hits the...
[PRICE CRASH!]
(Leaping Left-armed Stunner)
The crowd go crazy as Mr. Terry is dropped with the Messiah of Hardcore's infamous finisher, Price falls ontop of the old man as the referee makes the pinfall.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE...]
[DING! DING!]
Price rolls off of the old man's body and gets to his knees, smirking at the victory. Mr. Terry rolls out of the ring and waits for medical staff to check up on him, while Price gets his arm raised by the referee.
Derrick Donovan: Great win for Price!
BB Gunn: Mr. Terry was looking good, right up until Price hit the deadly Price Crash, and pinned him for the one, two, three! What a match, Dono!
Price gets to his feet and stares down the hard-cam as the camera fades.
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January 24, 2018
The shot opens to a sort of exterior to a warehouse with the “Family Feud” logo spray painted on the wall. There’s a bit of a drizzle falling from the early dusk sky. A loud “BANG!” and a pair of swinging doors fly open and a man clad in a luchador mask, light up glasses, and some heavy clothes covering his miniscule body It’s the Anomoly. He laughs like a maniac and takes a bag off his back, unloading the contents into his hands. A very shiny belt falls into his hands.
The AXW Championship.
Anomoly holds it to his face and lifts his mask up just enough to kiss it, before dropping it and punching the air.
Anomoly: FINALLY! It’s been 15 days since I won the match, beat the bastard Crow, and finally, FINALLY!! The belt is now in my possession!
He lifts the belt up in a scene similar to that infamous Lion King scene, and is clearly happier than he’s ever been! All of a sudden, something falls into his eye.
Anomoly: GAH! What the fuck was that?
He looks and, upon closer inspection, sees the color dripping off the championship. Confused, he rubs it a bit, and the color comes off, leaving a brown championship plate in its wake. He lifts the main plate to his belt and takes a bite of it.
Anomoly: Chocolate… Milk chocolate.
Enraged, he rips the main plate off (surprisingly easily, since it’s poorly “glued” on) and smashes it on the ground, shattering the chocolate into a million pieces! Then, he rips off the side plates and takes a bite each of those.
Anomoly: Dark chocolate… fucking disgusting. Aaaaand… white chocolate. I’ll keep that actually.
He then smashes the dark chocolate plate on the ground and tears at the belt holding these faux plates in place. It’s make of licorice! He stands there panting and bloody furious.
Anomoly: NNOOOOOOO!!!!! FUCK YOU STORMCROW!!!!
The last shot we see is of Anomoly falling to his knees, folding his hands over his face as he screams out in anger.
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We cut back to ringside as the fans continue cheering, it's time for the second matchup of the night.
Derrick Donovan: Here we go, earlier on tonight Synn and Swann had a little altercation! Now, they settle it in the ring.
BB Gunn: I can't wait, DD!
Sirens wail throughout the arena, the crowd come to a sudden stop. Lights flicker on and off and search the audience as Red beams flash from the entrance ramp. On the mini-tron appear Swans, that fly in all directions, flying as though they are getting away from a nuclear blast in the distance. We then see bombers fly over as they drop their bombs to the ground, the sky turns red and screams can be heard. It's as though the blitz in London. The audience boo loudly as the Icon logo flashes on and off the mini-tron now and then. When the beat drops the bombs hit the ground and let off a massive explosion, the words Brad Swann form.
Derrick Donovan: He turned his back on Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling when he joined forces with the enemy, when he joined "The Icons"!
BB Gunn: You have a history with them don't you? Seeing as though your two clients from AWF are in a rival stable, "The Order".
Brad Swann walks out on the entrance ramps, his leather Icon jacket looking clean and fine. He tugs it, taunting the audience into a chorus of boos and pulls his shades off. He looks around at the jeering fans and shakes his head, not impressed at the Irish crowd. He struts down the entrance ramp in a cocky motion and ignores the fans shoving their middle fingers in his face. Instead he rolls in the ring and tugs on his Icon jacket some more, before taking it off and handing it to a ringside official.
Derrick Donovan: I know, as an announcer, I can't be biased. But I don't like the kid.
BB Gunn: I don't blame you, Dono. He stabbed us all in the back.
Brad Swann leans against his turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent, Synn to arrive.
The lights slowly dim down, as ‘Song for the Dead’ begins to play. The screen goes black, just flashing a blurred, static image of Synn’s face-paint. The man himself appears beneath the screen, wearing a worn band shirt and torn jeans with black boots. He walks to the ring, looking determined, and climbs up onto the apron slowly. He turns, looking around at the crowd, before entering through the ropes and pacing around the ring.
Derrick Donovan: Synn wasting no time in his entrance.
BB Gunn: Can you really blame him?
[DING! DING!]
The bell rings and Synn charges at Swann full throttle, the Protege tries his best to stay on his feet but Synn manages to suplex him to the ground Judo style and hit a few left and right's to the youngster's head. The referee has to pull Synn off of Swann but the Brotherhood member just won't give up, the referee begins to count to five as the crowd cheer Synn on.
BB Gunn: He is pissed!
Derrick Donovan: Can you really blame him?
Finally Synn stops his barrage of blows and gets back to his feet, he waits for the Protege to rise but Swann just evades his trap and rolls out of the ring. He stands ringside holding his bleeding mouth and tries to catch his breath, but Synn is having none of it. He slides out of the ring after the youngster and chases him to the announce table, where he grabs his head and smashes it into the rim.
Derrick Donovan: They're right in-front of us here!
BB Gunn: Wooo! Get him Synn!
Swann stumbles away from the table and Synn grabs his head, he rolls him back in the ring and follows in after him, waiting for him to rise to his feet. When he does so, Synn kicks him in the gut and swings him against the ropes, looking for a belly to belly suplex on the rebound. But Swann has better ideas, instead he dives at Synn and manages to hit a big flying forearm, knocking the veteran down. Swann falls to his knees, holding his bloody jaw in pain.
Derrick Donovan: Those punches by Synn at the start of the match look like they're really getting to the kid.
BB Gunn: Veterans of the squared circle sure know how to throw the best punches, Dono.
Synn gets back to his feet and Swann hits a spinning heel kick to his gut. He bounces against the ropes and delivers a springboard cross-body, rolling him up in a pin.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...KICKOUT...]
Synn rolls off of his shoulders and both men get to their feet, Swann ducks under a clothesline attempt by the veteran and runs against the ropes, on the rebound hitting Synn with a diving clothesline.
BB Gunn: You gotta give some credit to this kid, he has a lot of stamina and agility.
Derrick Donovan: Then again, so does Synn.
Swann gets to his feet and tells the fans to go fuck themselves as they boo him as loud as he can, he sticks his middle fingers up and flips Kira as they boo even more. The Protege looks down at the veteran wrestler and waits for him to rise, bouncing against the ropes and drop-kicking him out of the ring. Synn stumbles to his feet, and in the ring Swann bounces against the ropes again and looks for a tope-suicida! Synn moves out of the way though and Brad Swann's body goes crashing into the announcers table.
Derrick Donovan: Oh my!
BB Gunn: Now that looked like it fucking hurt!
Brad Swann holds his head and back in pain as Synn regains his breath, he stumbles over to the youngster and picks him up, leaning him against the announcer's table. He tells the fans to quieten and then proceeds to knife edge chop the youngster in the chest, as stiff as he can. Swann falls to his knees as his chest begins to welt a red color.
BB Gunn: Synn is teaching the kid a lesson! You don't respect your elders? Then expect to be beaten!
Derrick Donovan: It's a bit much though.
Synn grabs Swann by his head again and rolls him back in, this time scaling the top turnbuckle. He climbs to the top of it and raises his arms as the crowd cheer him on, he dives for a Falcon Arrow but the youngster moves out of the way and rolls back out of the ring as the fans boo him once more.
Derrick Donovan: Again to the outside!
BB Gunn: The ref's gonna get fed up of counting!
Swann limps over to the announce table and grabs a bottle of water, drinking it and trying to regain his breath. Synn looks ultra-pissed and rolls back out when he is met by a spray of water in the face. In the heat of the moment, Swann kicks Synn in the gut and swings him into the announce table. Synn's shoulder crashes against it as Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn get out of their seats.
Derrick Donovan: Damn!
BB Gunn: Swann with the water to the face!
Swann drops the bottle and proceeds to stomp on the veteran, Synn tries his best to fight back but Brad's flurry of kicks is just too fast to counter. The referee begins to get to a four count when Swann notices, he slowly slides back in the ring and looks around at the audience, as Synn crawls around on the outside. The crowd boo him as the referee counts five, and then six. Swann leans against the turnbuckle as he waits for the veteran to get back in.
Derrick Donovan: Count of seven now, Synn needs to get back in the ring.
BB Gunn: I wouldn't count him out just yet, Dono!
Synn ever so slowly rolls back in and is met with more kicks and stomps by Brad Swann, he eventually gets kicked back out of the ring. Brad Swann leans against the turnbuckle and begins to shout things at the Irish crowd, telling them all too fuck off and get a life. They all hiss and jeer at him as Synn lays down on the outside. After a little while of waiting, Swann decides to roll out and scoop Synn's head and throw him back in the ring, but Synn reverses and Swann gets pushed straight into the corner post. The protege stumbles backwards as Synn slides both of them in the ring and waits for the youngster to rise.
BB Gunn: Synn starting to take back the advantage.
Derrick Donovan: Come on Synn!
As Brad Swann gets to his feet Synn hits a stiff right into the chest of the protege, before swinging him against the ropes and on the rebound hitting a massive clothesline. Swann's back and head meet the mat hard as Synn falls to his knees and begins to hammer some punches upon the youngster's head. Swann tries his absolute best to defend himself but the angry veteran just pummels his fists down upon Brad Swann's skull. Synn manages to lift up the protege's head and get behind him, he locks him in the...
[VAMPIRISM!]
(Half-Nelson chokehold)
Brad Swann flails on the mat as he tries his absolute best to break free from the hold. Synn locks it in as hard as he can as the protege looks close to breaking, he begins to crawl towards the ropes but Synn tries his best to counter it. Synn manages to get to his knees and crawl back from the ropes as Swann just can't reach them, he has to submit.
[DING! DING!]
Synn still clenches on the throat of Swann as the referee tries his best to yank him off, finally the veteran lets go and rolls out of the ring, slowly walking his way to the back, shaking his head. Swann writhes in the ring, holding his welting throat in pain.
BB Gunn: You gotta give it to the kid, Dono. He was facing a veteran of the squared circle. Swann only has a few matches under his belt, but tonight, he survived longer than I, or anyone that is, expected.
Derrick Donovan: Kudos to Synn though, teaching the kid a lesson. While the youngster hasn't earnt my respect yet, he may have just earnt Synn's.
We cut to Synn at the top of the ramp, who doesn't look back. He shakes his head, then walks on out the curtains.
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We cut to backstage with Price, who's taping his left arm up with white wrist tape. He stops when the lights flicker on and off in the dark hall. He looks around, rather skeptically. Then shrugs and carries on, treating it as bad lighting. Suddenly, all the lights go out and Price stops in the center of the room. We hear footsteps in the darkness.
You have been chosen, oh mighty warrior.
A spotlight shines on Price as he stands there, his face a mask of confusion. He mouths "what the fuck?" but he can't find any words to say. The figure begins to move closer, as the sound of the footsteps echo louder and louder.
The Court sees you fit, you will be our mighty warrior.
Price raises his eyebrow in utter confusion as the spotlight on him flickers off. We wait a few seconds before it shines back on, Price with a V mask placed upon his solemn face. His neck tilts to the side before the lights flicker back on and off, and the mask is gone. Price touches his skin and shakes his head, before walking on down the hall as the lights kick back in.
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The cameras fade to ringside as we see both Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn sitting down on the announce desk. Donovan is wearing his traditional pink suit however this time it's more of a darker pink and BB is wearing casual black clothing once again.
Derrick Donovan: Well ladies and gentlemen, it's main event time.
BB Gunn: That's right, Dono. We see, for the first time ever, Duke Kosloff fighting inside of an AXW ring!
The opening rifs begin to play softly as we focus on the Revoltron. We stars and a huge gate opening taking us back to the stage where we see a bright spot light in the midst of darkness. Fans have there phone lights on and it looks like stars in the night sky. Sang-Hyun comes out into the spot light and looks around at the fans before heading down the ramp.
혹시 오늘 널 찾을 수 있을까
하는 생각에 Oh 잠을 설치고
The star is shining brightly
but I can’t see the star
어디로 사라진 걸까 ah
오늘도 역시 보고 싶어 darling
Sang-Hyun gets into the ring and points to the sky before he points at all of the fans and pounds his chest before kissing his fist and throwing up the "i love you" hand sign. He walks back to his corner afterwards
Derrick Donovan: I feel bad for the kid.
BB Gunn: Me too, Dono, me too.
The arena goes dark red and gold lights start to flash as the arena fills with smoke. A monster slowly appears walking down the ramp as pyros shoot flames into the air, you can hear Enter Sandman by Metallica playing. Duke Kosloff looks around at the booing audience and shakes his head before shouting some Russian at the top of his lungs and methodically entering the ring, stepping over the top rope and standing like a God in the center of it as he waits for the bell to ring.
[DING! DING!]
Sang-Hyun Lee charges at the Russian Monster, Duke Kosloff goes for a massive clothesline but Lee manages to duck and bounce against the ropes. He jumps onto Kosloff's back and begins to wrap his arms around the Monster's neck and his legs around his torso. The Korean Youngster tries his absolute best to choke out Kosloff as the crowd go wild but his neck is just too thick, Kosloff grabs Lee's hair and flips him head first off of his back.
Derrick Donovan: Lee, wasting no time getting into the act of things!
BB Gunn: The act of flopping around, that is.
Lee wriggles on the mat, seizing with pain. The crowd boo heavily as the Monster storms against the ropes and on the rebound hits a MASSIVE body splash onto the Korean's body, breaking it in half. Lee lays motionless as Kosloff gets to his knees and then finally his feet, trying to catch his breath. The crowd boo him but he ignores their jeers, he picks up Lee by his head and scoops him up for a colossal body slam. Hitting it with thunderous intent.
BB Gunn: Ouch!
Derrick Donovan: Now that looked like it hurt!
Kosloff once more picks Lee up by his head and raises his whole body above his head, in a gorilla press position. The crowd boo him as he marches around the ring with the limp Korean's body, wasting no time shouting Russian remarks at the audience. He looks to the outside ring area and towards the announce table as the crowd begin to cheer, they know what's about to happen, and while they hate Kosloff, they still wouldn't mind seeing Lee thrown over the top ropes and into the announcer's table.
Derrick Donovan: No! He's not going to do it is he?!
BB Gunn: I'm getting outta here!
Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn both rise from their seats and move away from the announce table as the crowd start to make a deafening cheer of anxiousness. They wait for Sang-Hyun's body to be flung into the table. Kosloff looks around at the audience once more, then roars. With Lee placed above his head, he runs towards the ropes positioned opposite the announce table and THROWS Sang-Hyun Lee eight odd feet through the air and straight into the announce table! Splitting Lee and the wood in half as he does so.
BB Gunn: OH MY GODDDD!
Derrick Donovan: He's dead!
The whole Irish venue go wild as they recollect what the hell just happened. Sang-Hyun Lee was thrown eight feet through the air and straight into a wooden announce table at ringside. The referee slides out of the ring and heads towards the Korean's body as other medical staff and personal check up on him. In the ring, Kosloff raises his arm and roars once more. The referee looks down at the broken and unconscious Korean youngster and decides to ring the bell and stop the match.
[DING! DING!]
Derrick Donovan: Duke Kosloff has won by ways of stoppage, BB!
BB Gunn: I can't believe that we may have just witnessed a murder!
We see professional medics and ambulance members come through the back and towards ringside as the crowd just cheer and boo the Russian Monster as loud as they can. He steps over the top rope and begins to slowly walk his way to the backstage area as his music, Enter Sandman begins to kick in. A stretcher and neck braces are brought out as Duke Kosloff storms past them, the medical staff are trying their absolute best to keep Sang-Hyun Lee alive.
Derrick Donovan: Well that's why we air at 12:00am, BB!
BB Gunn: Yea, no wonder we got kicked off of Spike TV!
The camera slowly fades on the sight of Lee's broken body, Kosloff standing at the top of the ramp, and him looking back at the destruction he's caused, sadistically smirking whilst doing so.
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February 5, 2018
The scene begins inside the parking lot of the arena in Siamsa Tire, Ireland, where the latest edition of Anonymous TV is being hosted. A flashy car drives up. Who could it be? Cameras pan to the car and the door slides up, and in his old ring gear steps out the Anomoly! He walks into the entrance way of the building being followed by a crowd of jeering “fans,” who are obviously not fans after the events of the previous edition of AXW on TV. He walks through the crowd, blatantly ignoring them,
He walks past many AXW names. Synn. Price. Rob Arnold with all 18 his championships. Anomoly clenches his fists.
Anomoly: All those damn championships, and I still don’t fucking have mine. Wherever that Stormcrow bastard is, he better have my damn championship back to me soon. Not in the mood to whoop his fucking ass again for MY championship!
He storms into his room and slams the door behind him, before pulling off his hood and turning his back to the camera, taking off the mask and putting on the luchador-themed mask and gear. He turns to exit the room, before noticing a bag on a chair, with a note that says “~S” on it. He tosses aside the note and opens the bag, to reveal the AXW Championship! Or… is it?
Anomoly closely inspects the belt, looking at it from all angles, sniffing it, even biting at it. After a few moments, he seems thoroughly satisfied, and straps it around his waist. He walks out as the camera zooms in on the note, leaving us wondering “Who could have sent the championship?”
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The ring is set up with a black canvas, a large case with a red “X” placed on it’s side. Two chairs set up either side, ready for the celebration. The lights dim down as the echoing intro to "St Patrick" by PVRIS begins to fill the arena and a single spotlight hits the entrance.
"You give me something to talk about (something to talk about), HEY."
The song bursts into life, and Rob Arnold slowly enters the arena. Dressed in a full three piece suit He looks around and laughs, fresh of his success at Supremacy. He holds his arms out wide in smug celebration, even spinning around to bask in his glory before slowly walking down to the ring.
"I know it's chemicals, that make me cling to you (cling to you)
Oh and I need a miracle, to get away from you (way from you)
I know it's chemicals (that make me cling to you, cling to you)
And I need a miracle (to make me stay with you, stay with you)
And I'm not spiritual (but please stay)
'Cause I think you're a saint, and I think you're an angel."
Rob approaches the ring and runs his hand along the apron before approaching and walking up the steps, and then through the ropes and into the ring.
"I said ooh, oooh, you give me something to talk about (something to talk about)
I said ooh, oooh, you give me something to think about, that's not the shit in my head
You're a miracle
You're a miracle (a miracle)"
As he enters the ring a bunch of streamers of all colours go off, covering the ring. Arnold brushes off whatever landed on him in the process, but isn’t too bothered, in fact he’s loving every single second. He walks around the ring, a familiar smug grin all over his face as the music dies down, the crowd continues to jeer him, despite him being the champion, he certainly isn’t their champion. This doesn’t bother him though, and he grabs a microphone that is sat on top of the large case.
Rob Arnold: I understand you are all disappointed, you’d rather see Price stood here, rather than myself right? Well that’s not happening. What is happening is that you now have me, your X*Crown Champion. Not the champion you wanted, but I am the champion you need, the champion the XHF Network needs, the champion that the XHF Network deserves.
His tone almost without emotion, the crowd boo him once more.
Rob Arnold: Tonight I have been asked to come out here and celebrate with you, the AXW fans. Funny really, since you all detest me so. Still, the more I thought about it, the more I thought that actually, I deserve to celebrate, I deserve to revel in the success of Supremacy, and so that’s exactly what I’m going to do!
Arnold laughs.
Rob Arnold: So, let’s celebrate! Let’s celebrate the fact that I pushed Price aside, that Jackson and Alexis Grace couldn’t keep up with me, Azumi Goto, James Raymond and Damien Young were just not ready for me, Michael Storm and Hyperion were good, but not quite good enough, Curtis Kanyon may well be eating soup for years and I even managed to avoid being mauled by Goldbear II! That’s one hell of a lot to celebrate if I do say so myself! You’ve been promised a number of things tonight, one of those things are special guests. Well, I’m not really one to have guests, so the list is going to be low. However the person I want to bring out, well, you don’t really deserve to see him, he’s been quite happy off screen for over ten years. I’ve managed to bring him out tonight for one night only! That man is my best friend, Alex Reid!
"So what’s the craziest thing you’ve done lately?"
The lights turn a pale green and the former owner of VXW, Alex Reid walks out onto the stage to “Crazy Angel” by Kill Hannah. Like Arnold, Reid is also dressed in a three piece suit. The crowd really don’t know how to receive him, but some boo him due to his association with Arnold. Reid holds his arms out and surveys the arena, before walking down to the ring.
He walks up the steps and into the ring where he embraces his best friend. Arnold follows this up by holding his arm aloft in celebration with the crowd. He then hands Reid a second microphone, and the music dies out.
Alex Reid: My word, I thought I’d never end up back in any ring, let alone an XHF Network ring, Rob. But you managed to make it happen you son of a bitch.” Reid laughs. “But in all fairness when you called me and said that you wanted me to come over to Ireland and celebrate with you winning the X*Crown Title, how could I say no? You’re now the proud owner of eighteen titles, that’s a pretty big deal, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.
Rob Arnold: Alex, thank you, you’re a good friend and a good man. No matter how many people doubted me, how many people dislike or disagree with me, you have always supported me, you’ve always had my back. Now we’ve not always agreed, but we always know that ultimately we support each other’s success. With that said, the main reason I wanted you to come here tonight was to give you something, a gift for a man who probably has everything, but a gift I think you’ll appreciate...
Arnold opens up the case and peers in, and takes out one of the eighteen world titles that are hidden away in there. He holds it up and it is revealed to be the VXW Title! The crowd boos once more and Rob continues to speak.
Rob Arnold: This, this is an old friend of both of ours, the VXW Title, Vortex Industries dabble into the wrestling world. Whilst it failed, Vortex continues to be a powerhouse in whatever else it continues to do, and the reason for that is because behind that company are men like me, and a man named Alex Reid. So Alex, I want you to have this.
He hands the title to Reid, who looks quite surprised. He looks down at the title and shakes his head.
Alex Reid: Now Rob, this was a long time ago, I’m not sure I can accept this, at the end of the day it’s yours. I can’t imagine Mongo The Destroyer would be too happy if one of his X*Crown Titles went AWOL.
Rob Arnold: Ah to hell with what Mongo thinks!
Arnold laughs, Reid soon follows.
Alex Reid: But seriously, I think this looks better on your shoulder, rather than mine.
Reid presses, and Rob thinks for a moment.
Rob Arnold: Tell you what, keep it for tonight, and I’ll have it back, let’s be honest the image of you with that back on your shoulder must have Mongo choking on his lunch right now, and that amuses me enough.
Reid smiles and Arnold pats the VXW Title which is firmly sat on Reid’s shoulder, he turns to the camera and mouths “love to Minnesota” with a cheeky wink.
Rob Arnold: So everybody’s been asking me, how am I going to represent the X*Crown? As champion, I can hold any of these titles in any fashion I like, I could wear them, I could wear a crown, I can pretty much do whatever the hell I like! Tonight, I want to share some insight into what kind of Champion I’m going to be, so let me tell you…
I’m going to do what I want, when I want.
Arnold reaches into the case and pulls out a second and third title. He places one on each shoulder before picking the microphone back up.
Rob Arnold: The BDDWF Ultimate Title and the CWA Championship. The former is where it all began, one of the original four and the origins of the whole Network. The latter is what made me the man I am to this day, the CWA was where I went from nobody to somebody, and whilst I had a way to go, I learnt there what kind of man I am. One of these titles represents longevity, the other represents pure talent. These two titles represent me, and I represent these titles. These, and that title that my friend holds will be what I carry with me.
He points to the VXW Title and Reid applauds Arnold’s words.
Rob Arnold: Now, the other kind of Champion that I am is the fighting kind, and with that said, I need my first defence of the X*Crown, so with that said, I’m issuing an open challenge, the next man who comes out here, I’ll face you in two weeks time. So let’s see who can run out here quickest...
Arnold smirks, trying to incite a minor skirmish backstage.
Rob Arnold: ...Come on now, which one if you is it going to be…?
Arnold trails off as “Lord of Thunder” by Rhapsody comes on the PA. Everybody is shocked as Curtis Kanyon walks out onto the stage to a huge pop. Arnold looks at Reid with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Kanyon gingerly walks down to the ring, still in a neck halo, and carefully walks up the steps, and through the ropes and into the ring.
Rob Arnold: Well...Hi Curtis.
Arnold says, head tilted. Curtis smiles back at Arnold but says nothing.
Rob Arnold: So guys, here’s the former champion, Curtis Kanyon! Give him a big hand, he fought so bravely before I turned him into a cyber-man.
The crowd cheer for Curtis, and even start a “BANG!” chant, causing Kanyon’s smile to widen.
Rob Arnold: But uh, Curtis, I don’t get it, this is a challenge for two week’s time, I don’t see how you’re going to be ready for that.”
Kanyon grabs a microphone.
Curtis Kanyon: You’re right, but I just wanted to come out here to tell you that I of course have a rematch clause that I want to take up, and when I’m ready to fight you, believe me, you’ll know Rob Have your celebrations, fight whoever comes out next by all means, but I will be waiting for you, and just when you least expect it….BANG!”
The crowd cheers, Arnold remains unimpressed.
Rob Arnold: Point made Curtis, but you didn’t have to fly across the Atlantic to tell me, but I get it, the personal touch is always better, but thank you. Now how about you take a seat over there whilst I go get myself a real challenger.
The crowd boos at Rob’s condescension. Curtis is less phased and just laughs at Arnold, before walking to the corner. Arnold turns his back on him and looks to the stage.
Rob Arnold: So, distraction aside, I’m still waiting for one of you to come out here and take up the challenge...
As Arnold speaks, the crowd begin to cheer, not for him, but for Curtis Kanyon who is quietly unclipping his halo and taking it off. Reid notices what’s happening and slides out of the ring, shouting at his friend to watch out, Arnold looks around…
[BANG!]
Arnold goes down hard and the crowd go wild. Kanyon gets up and holds his arms aloft. He then looks down and picks up one of the titles, the BDDWF Ultimate Title and raises it high, the crowd go mad for Kanyon. He smiles once more and looks down at Arnold, who is doubled up in the corner.
Curtis Kanyon: See you in two weeks.
He says, before dropping the belt in front of him and rolls out the ring. He walks up the ramp backwards, eyes locked on the X*Crown Champion, who is slowly crawling onto his knees, using the ropes as a crutch. He scrabbles to grab a microphone and slowly raises it to his mouth.
Rob Arnold: Okay Curtis, you wanna go in two weeks? That’s fine, but I’m the champion now and if you’ve not realised, this is my house, so two weeks time I’ll finish what I started at Supremacy, because it’ll be a chairs match! When I’m done with you it will make what I did to Scorpion look PG!
Curtis doesn’t seem to care, in fact he’s nodding and smiling. Arms once again aloft with “Lord of Thunder” playing once more.
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The show opens with the cameras searching the venue, it's a different setting from which we are used to. There's no longer a purple aura to the show, instead, an aura of black and white. It signals a new age in Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, an age of the X*Crown. The entrance ramp has been slightly modified, instead of a pair of curtains in the center and two mini-trons either side of it, steel barriers cave into the curtains like a v shape, it looks more rough and befitting of the name. The two mini-trons are still either side, but they glitch and crackle, like old broken monitors. The whole place seems a bit more, serious.
Derrick Donovan: Oh for goodness sake, welcome everyone to Anonymous TV!
BB Gunn: Looks like we're kicking the show off with Skinny Pete, just when we thought this place was changing.
Skinny Pete struts out through the new entrance way and blows his whistle, the whole venue boo him as he tells them all to shut their mouths. Following on behind him are his entourage of midgets, and the Macho Monster Man, Big Dick. He surveys the Irish crowd and shakes his head at them, telling them all to sit down and pay attention. He slowly walks into the ring, grabbing a microphone in the meantime and stomping his foot down upon the new AXW logo imprinted on the mat. The crowd boo him.
Derrick Donovan: How disrespectful.
BB Gunn: I have a feeling that if he carries on like this, DD, he'll get his ass kicked in soon enough.
Skinny Pete brings the microphone to his mouth and the crowd boo as loud as they can, he can't get a single word out. They hate him. He blows on his whistle to silence them, but instead this just riles them up even more. He looks around at his entourage and they all shake there heads in shame of the audience.
Skinny Pete: If y'ad all shut ya mouths for a second then maybe I could finish what I be sayin'. I keep hearin' from the back that a times are changin' here in Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, that we are enterin' a phase of darkness, and a more serious tone. Ta that, I say, fuck off! I run ta shots now, I didn't commission this, someone did from behind ma back! And I promise y'all, when I find out who did such a 'ting, they'll be seriously punished! You want more seriousness here in Anonymous Xtreme Wrasslin'? Well ya ain't gettin' it son cause Skinny Pete is still here, and he's here to sta-
[DARKNESS]
The whole venue shakes with cheers as everything gets swallowed in darkness. The monitors flicker and glitch before fizzling into static. Skinny Pete looks around the venue and shouts for the lights and his microphone to be turned back on, but nothing's happening.
Derrick Donovan: It's him BB, he's back...
BB Gunn: Thank fuck!
Suddenly a spotlight hits the ramp and a cloaked figure walks out to a chorus of cheers, it raises it's head and we see it's face. Or should I say, mask. It raises it's arms as the lights flicker and glitch, Skinny Pete looks petrified in the ring. The midgets all run away through the crowd, Big Dick follows on behind them. We know who the figure is, it's V. He's home.
Derrick Donovan: Finally, the Entity returns.
BB Gunn: About time, now teach Skinny Pete a lesson!
V has a microphone in his hands, and lifts it to his mouth as the crowd cheer him on. Pete is frozen in the middle of the ring, his face grey and in a state of horror. He can't move. V's aura is just too strong.
V: You lied to me, Pete. Or should I say, Abukamov. Vladimir Abukamov. For all is not what it seems, ladies and gentlemen. You'd be surprised to know, Abukamov, your boss sold you out. Duke Kosloff, the former owner of the FWA, sold you out. You lied to us. Duke Kosloff revealed all when he sold his company, and was forced to come here. He bought the stock-hold of AXW through his undercover agent, you. You pretended to know nothing, but you're an actor hired by him to ruin this show and bring it to it's knees. Granted, you nearly did. But we've caught you just at the right time. Now, you will pay the price.
Skinny Pete, well, Vladimir Abukamov becomes like stone. He's unable to move. He's been caught. He's worried for his life.
Derrick Donovan: What the-! All this time Skinny Pete has been an undercover FWA agent working for Duke Kosloff?!
BB Gunn: I should have seen it coming, Dono!
Skinny Pete looks to make a break and peg it out of the ring when the lights go out again. Only one spotlight remains, and that's on V, who stands on the entrance ramp. Then, when the lights turn back on, standing in the way of Pete's exit, is Duke Kosloff. The crowd erupt in cheers and boos. Skinny Pete stares at his boss for a whole minute before pleading with him to let him go. Kosloff shakes his head. He charges at his agent and clotheslines his head clean off. V makes his way to the ring as Kosloff stands over the prone body of Skinny Pete, or Vladimir Abukamov. V walks into the ring, using the steel steps and meets Kosloff in the middle. Both men stare at each other, the crowd erupt.
Derrick Donovan: Shades of Xtraction: Firewall!
BB Gunn: Ohhhh boy!
V and Kosloff stare one another down as the crowd become unglued. Skinny Pete still lays unconscious on the mat. Kosloff looks around at the AXW fanbase and nods his head, V just stares straight ahead at him. Slowly, after a minute or two, Kosloff holds out his hand, for a good old-fashioned handshake. The whole crowd erupt at the sight of it, Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and FireStorm Wrestling Alliance finally at peace with one another, for now. V just stares straight into Duke's eyes. Then shakes Kosloff's hand.
Derrick Donovan: I can't believe it! The war is over!
BB Gunn: For now, Dono! For now!
The camera fades on both men as the whole crowd cheer.
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We cut to backstage, where we see the Icon's newest member, Brad Swann walking. He's wearing an Icon jacket with the words "Protege" imprinted on it. He looks so smug, chewing gum and shades covering his eyes. Then from side of screen we hear someone shout "Swann". He turns and is confronted by an angry Synn, who stares him down. He shoves him against the wall.
Synn: You piece of shit! You wanna turn your fucking back on us?! You've put Crow into rehab, now whether that's for better or for worse it doesn't matter, the point is you cracked a chair over my head! You turned your back on us all when we needed you most, and for what? So you can act all cool with these cheap, plastic shades and mint gum? You're a cunt for lack of a better term, and it's about time someone put you in your place!
Brad Swann leans against the wall looking scared, then smirks. He spits the gum into Synn's face and the Brotherhood member charges at him with a take-down. Swann and Synn battle back and forth on the floor, trading blows left, right and center. Synn, the veteran, manages to get into a better position to knock Swann's teeth out when out of nowhere he is super-kicked in the face. He falls to the concrete hard as Swann looks at the person who saved him. His face becomes confused, his savior was Sheriff Law.
Sheriff Law: You did it kid, while I couldn't find ya match anywhere, ya beat Kevin Cross. I gotta give props to ya, ya shocked me and the world when you allied yourself with the enemy. It takes a hard pair of balls to do that. Now ya got a match later on, and as the enforcer here in AXW I can't be letting backstage fights happen before it's time for dem to happen. Now get outta here, you've made quite the enemy.
Law looks at Synn, who scrambles back to his feet. Brad Swann paces it out of the room. Synn looks at Law and shakes his head, calling him a piece of shit before charging at him and taking him down.
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We cut back to ringside, the ring is cleared and is waiting it's entrants for the next matchup.
Derrick Donovan: Well it's opening contest time now, as the debuting Mr. Terry goes one on one with Price!
BB Gunn: let's do this!
The houselights dim a bit as we hear Tyler Duran from Fight Club's voice come over the PA system.
"First you have to give up, first you have to know... not fear... know... that someday you are going to die."
Panther Like a Panther starts up over the PA system at the 19 second mark. "Told the preacher I love her, he said that God was her lover, I said if he really loves her then he would love that we're lovers." Random people all dressed in the same black hat, black bandanna over their faces, black jacket, all stand and raise their fists to the air "I walk around in a bubble, a fucking scoundrel in trouble, In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble" The beat drops and we see Price himself walk out from somewhere on the ground floor of the fans, draped in all black from the hat that's only half way on his head, the black bandanna over his face, a black t-shirt of whatever band or comic book he's into that week, black leather styled baggy basketball shorts, one leg has a Punisher skull with the American, Brazilian, Japanese, and now British flag embedded inside it, the other leg has his Price family crest on it. (A chair, barbwire, baseball bat, and flaming table in each square) knee pads and black wrestling boots. He does the Eddy style chest slap before throwing his arms out into the crucifix pose, then he lowers his left arm while raising his right fist to the air. He then makes his way towards the ring walking with his gangster style thug swag. Slides into the ring and once again slaps his chest, throws his arms out into the crucifix pose, then raises his fist of resistance as he stands on the bottom and 2nd rope, he pulls the bandanna down off his face, and gives a ever so slight sadistic grin before getting read to fight.
Derrick Donovan: Price looks determined tonight.
BB Gunn: Can you really blame him, after what happened at Supremacy, he's not in the best of moods.
'Boombastic' Starts to play in the arena and Mr Terry charges out onto the ramp. He yells "YOU'RE FIRED" At the crowd and determinedly powers into the ring. He does not look happy or impressed as he stops in the center of the ramp, microphone in hand. He begins to rap as his music plays in the background. He wears golden chains around his neck and his suit trousers are baggy, he looks like a rich chav.
Mr. Terry: Yo, my name is Mr. Terry...
Once I'm done with you I'll send you to the... Dispensary!
I'll make you hurt and- make- you- uh- cry...
when I give you a right hook to- uh- the eye!
He rolls into the ring and carries on rapping, his deep raspy voice being a pain to listen to.
Mr. Terry: Price, that's your name...
Well- uh- I think that's lame!
You're acting so cool with your tattoos...
Just wait until- I- uh- give you a bruise!
BOOM!
That's right! Yea! Yea!
Lemme drop the mi-
Price punches him in the face and the 49 year old man drops to the mat, his music cuts out straight away. The whole crowd cheer the Messiah of Hardcore, seeing as he just shut the old man up.
[DING! DING!]
The bell rings as Mr. Terry crawls away into his corner, holding his jaw and getting back to his feet. He looks at Price with such anger and charges at him with a clothesline, but Price ducks and kicks him in the chest. He hits a big snap DDT to the old man as his head hits the canvas. Price gets to his feet and looks at the fans, nodding his head. He waits for Mr. Terry to rise to his feet and punches him in the gut, before hitting him in the jaw once more. Mr. Terry holds his jaw in pain and heads back into the corner where Price proceeds to punch and chest-slap him silly.
Derrick Donovan: Damn Price, Mr. Terry hasn't even got his suit off yet!
BB Gunn: This is fun to watch.
The referee finally pulls Price off of Mr. Terry and in the moment of distraction the old man pokes Price in the eye. The crowd boo him as he charges at him and takes him down with a big clothesline, Price's head hitting the mat hard. Mr. Terry looks around at the booing audience and starts to shout at the "YOU'RE FIRED!" as loud as he can, everyone is confused. He looks at his yellow suit and smirks, before ripping it off Hulk Hogan style. The whole crowd boo as it's revealed under his suit that there are bright yellow spandex boxers and bright yellow and white boots. His chest is chiseled and oily, if he wasn't 49 years old, he'd actually look really fit.
Derrick Donovan: Oh god, my eyes, they burn.
BB Gunn: What the fuck is he wearing?
Mr. Terry starts to flex his muscles as the crowd boo and jeer for him to stop, he doesn't listen to them and waits for Price to get back to his feet. After a little posing, Price is back on his feet, and is met with a flurry of punches by the old man. Each one hitting with a loud thud. Price stumbles back into the ropes and after bouncing back Mr. Terry puts him in a vicious headlock, wrenching on his face. Price is trying his best to fight out but just can't manage to, the old man's hold is just too strong.
Derrick Donovan: Mr. Terry really starting to pick up the pace, here.
BB Gunn:Let's hope Price puts a stop to it soon enough.
Mr. Terry shouts at the audience as he wrenches in the headlock, Price manages to find an escape point by kicking Terry in the back of his leg and reversing his arm over his head. He pulls him in for a rainmaker but Mr. Terry ducks, gets behind Price in a suplex position and drops him with a side drop. He crawls around Price's body on the mat and manages to get his head in another headlock, this time on ground level. He begins to shout at the fans some more, showing his dominance and telling them all that "THEY'RE FIRED!".
Derrick Donovan: If Mr. Terry carries on with these headlocks, he may have a victory in his grasp.
BB Gunn: Against Price? I doubt it, he's not the sole survivor for nothing, Dono!
Price wriggles around and manages to get Mr. Terry's shoulders on the mat, the referee begins to count them but Terry kicks out straight away and lets go of the hold. He goes to his knees and tries his best to get Price in the headlock again but the Messiah of Hardcore shoves him off and gets to his knees aswell. They both slowly climb to their feet and Price hits the old man with a stiff strike to the head. Mr. Terry stumbles backwards and is met with a kick to the gut, Price then runs against the ropes and grabs Mr. Terry's head, looking for a bulldog. The old man shoves him off though halfway through the jump and Price lands on his ass with a thud.
Derrick Donovan: Mr. Terry's strength exceeds that of Price.
BB Gunn: There's two different types of strength, DD. Those who are physically strong and those who are mentally. Price being the latter of course!
Price gets back to his feet and is met with another clothesline by the big, old man. Mr. Terry looks at the audience and flexes his muscles some more before falling to his knees and covering Price. The Messiah of Hardcore kicks out straight away though and the crowd clap him along as he begins to punch Mr. Terry in the face and rise to his knees. The old man is trying his absolute best to keep Price grounded but the sole survivor is fighting back. Mr. Terry begins to shout at him to "STAY DOWN! AND STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE JAW, IT HURTS!", but Price is having none of it, he shoves the old man off of him once more and gets to his feet, hitting a massive dropkick to the old man's chest. Mr. Terry falls into the ropes and on the rebound is hit with an arm drag into an arm-bar.
Derrick Donovan: Price is getting back in this! A massive arm-bar to the old man!
BB Gunn: We keep calling him an old man, is that the only thing he's notorious for?
Mr. Terry has no troubles in breaking out of the submission and rolling Price into a quick pinfall, which only manages a count of one. Price rolls to his feet and kicks Mr. Terry's head with a thud before lifting him to his feet and spin heel kicking his chest. The old man bends down and Price hits a spinning forearm strike to the head, spinning in the opposite direction. Mr. Terry stumbles as he is getting cut down to size by the Messiah of Hardcore, Price charges against the ropes and looks to hit a clothesline when Mr. Terry ducks and hits him with the...
[TERMINATOR!]
(German Suplex into bridging pin)
No! Price lands on his feet as he's flipped over and out of nowhere hits the...
[PRICE CRASH!]
(Leaping Left-armed Stunner)
The crowd go crazy as Mr. Terry is dropped with the Messiah of Hardcore's infamous finisher, Price falls ontop of the old man as the referee makes the pinfall.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE...]
[DING! DING!]
Price rolls off of the old man's body and gets to his knees, smirking at the victory. Mr. Terry rolls out of the ring and waits for medical staff to check up on him, while Price gets his arm raised by the referee.
Derrick Donovan: Great win for Price!
BB Gunn: Mr. Terry was looking good, right up until Price hit the deadly Price Crash, and pinned him for the one, two, three! What a match, Dono!
Price gets to his feet and stares down the hard-cam as the camera fades.
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January 24, 2018
The shot opens to a sort of exterior to a warehouse with the “Family Feud” logo spray painted on the wall. There’s a bit of a drizzle falling from the early dusk sky. A loud “BANG!” and a pair of swinging doors fly open and a man clad in a luchador mask, light up glasses, and some heavy clothes covering his miniscule body It’s the Anomoly. He laughs like a maniac and takes a bag off his back, unloading the contents into his hands. A very shiny belt falls into his hands.
The AXW Championship.
Anomoly holds it to his face and lifts his mask up just enough to kiss it, before dropping it and punching the air.
Anomoly: FINALLY! It’s been 15 days since I won the match, beat the bastard Crow, and finally, FINALLY!! The belt is now in my possession!
He lifts the belt up in a scene similar to that infamous Lion King scene, and is clearly happier than he’s ever been! All of a sudden, something falls into his eye.
Anomoly: GAH! What the fuck was that?
He looks and, upon closer inspection, sees the color dripping off the championship. Confused, he rubs it a bit, and the color comes off, leaving a brown championship plate in its wake. He lifts the main plate to his belt and takes a bite of it.
Anomoly: Chocolate… Milk chocolate.
Enraged, he rips the main plate off (surprisingly easily, since it’s poorly “glued” on) and smashes it on the ground, shattering the chocolate into a million pieces! Then, he rips off the side plates and takes a bite each of those.
Anomoly: Dark chocolate… fucking disgusting. Aaaaand… white chocolate. I’ll keep that actually.
He then smashes the dark chocolate plate on the ground and tears at the belt holding these faux plates in place. It’s make of licorice! He stands there panting and bloody furious.
Anomoly: NNOOOOOOO!!!!! FUCK YOU STORMCROW!!!!
The last shot we see is of Anomoly falling to his knees, folding his hands over his face as he screams out in anger.
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We cut back to ringside as the fans continue cheering, it's time for the second matchup of the night.
Derrick Donovan: Here we go, earlier on tonight Synn and Swann had a little altercation! Now, they settle it in the ring.
BB Gunn: I can't wait, DD!
Sirens wail throughout the arena, the crowd come to a sudden stop. Lights flicker on and off and search the audience as Red beams flash from the entrance ramp. On the mini-tron appear Swans, that fly in all directions, flying as though they are getting away from a nuclear blast in the distance. We then see bombers fly over as they drop their bombs to the ground, the sky turns red and screams can be heard. It's as though the blitz in London. The audience boo loudly as the Icon logo flashes on and off the mini-tron now and then. When the beat drops the bombs hit the ground and let off a massive explosion, the words Brad Swann form.
Derrick Donovan: He turned his back on Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling when he joined forces with the enemy, when he joined "The Icons"!
BB Gunn: You have a history with them don't you? Seeing as though your two clients from AWF are in a rival stable, "The Order".
Brad Swann walks out on the entrance ramps, his leather Icon jacket looking clean and fine. He tugs it, taunting the audience into a chorus of boos and pulls his shades off. He looks around at the jeering fans and shakes his head, not impressed at the Irish crowd. He struts down the entrance ramp in a cocky motion and ignores the fans shoving their middle fingers in his face. Instead he rolls in the ring and tugs on his Icon jacket some more, before taking it off and handing it to a ringside official.
Derrick Donovan: I know, as an announcer, I can't be biased. But I don't like the kid.
BB Gunn: I don't blame you, Dono. He stabbed us all in the back.
Brad Swann leans against his turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent, Synn to arrive.
The lights slowly dim down, as ‘Song for the Dead’ begins to play. The screen goes black, just flashing a blurred, static image of Synn’s face-paint. The man himself appears beneath the screen, wearing a worn band shirt and torn jeans with black boots. He walks to the ring, looking determined, and climbs up onto the apron slowly. He turns, looking around at the crowd, before entering through the ropes and pacing around the ring.
Derrick Donovan: Synn wasting no time in his entrance.
BB Gunn: Can you really blame him?
[DING! DING!]
The bell rings and Synn charges at Swann full throttle, the Protege tries his best to stay on his feet but Synn manages to suplex him to the ground Judo style and hit a few left and right's to the youngster's head. The referee has to pull Synn off of Swann but the Brotherhood member just won't give up, the referee begins to count to five as the crowd cheer Synn on.
BB Gunn: He is pissed!
Derrick Donovan: Can you really blame him?
Finally Synn stops his barrage of blows and gets back to his feet, he waits for the Protege to rise but Swann just evades his trap and rolls out of the ring. He stands ringside holding his bleeding mouth and tries to catch his breath, but Synn is having none of it. He slides out of the ring after the youngster and chases him to the announce table, where he grabs his head and smashes it into the rim.
Derrick Donovan: They're right in-front of us here!
BB Gunn: Wooo! Get him Synn!
Swann stumbles away from the table and Synn grabs his head, he rolls him back in the ring and follows in after him, waiting for him to rise to his feet. When he does so, Synn kicks him in the gut and swings him against the ropes, looking for a belly to belly suplex on the rebound. But Swann has better ideas, instead he dives at Synn and manages to hit a big flying forearm, knocking the veteran down. Swann falls to his knees, holding his bloody jaw in pain.
Derrick Donovan: Those punches by Synn at the start of the match look like they're really getting to the kid.
BB Gunn: Veterans of the squared circle sure know how to throw the best punches, Dono.
Synn gets back to his feet and Swann hits a spinning heel kick to his gut. He bounces against the ropes and delivers a springboard cross-body, rolling him up in a pin.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...KICKOUT...]
Synn rolls off of his shoulders and both men get to their feet, Swann ducks under a clothesline attempt by the veteran and runs against the ropes, on the rebound hitting Synn with a diving clothesline.
BB Gunn: You gotta give some credit to this kid, he has a lot of stamina and agility.
Derrick Donovan: Then again, so does Synn.
Swann gets to his feet and tells the fans to go fuck themselves as they boo him as loud as he can, he sticks his middle fingers up and flips Kira as they boo even more. The Protege looks down at the veteran wrestler and waits for him to rise, bouncing against the ropes and drop-kicking him out of the ring. Synn stumbles to his feet, and in the ring Swann bounces against the ropes again and looks for a tope-suicida! Synn moves out of the way though and Brad Swann's body goes crashing into the announcers table.
Derrick Donovan: Oh my!
BB Gunn: Now that looked like it fucking hurt!
Brad Swann holds his head and back in pain as Synn regains his breath, he stumbles over to the youngster and picks him up, leaning him against the announcer's table. He tells the fans to quieten and then proceeds to knife edge chop the youngster in the chest, as stiff as he can. Swann falls to his knees as his chest begins to welt a red color.
BB Gunn: Synn is teaching the kid a lesson! You don't respect your elders? Then expect to be beaten!
Derrick Donovan: It's a bit much though.
Synn grabs Swann by his head again and rolls him back in, this time scaling the top turnbuckle. He climbs to the top of it and raises his arms as the crowd cheer him on, he dives for a Falcon Arrow but the youngster moves out of the way and rolls back out of the ring as the fans boo him once more.
Derrick Donovan: Again to the outside!
BB Gunn: The ref's gonna get fed up of counting!
Swann limps over to the announce table and grabs a bottle of water, drinking it and trying to regain his breath. Synn looks ultra-pissed and rolls back out when he is met by a spray of water in the face. In the heat of the moment, Swann kicks Synn in the gut and swings him into the announce table. Synn's shoulder crashes against it as Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn get out of their seats.
Derrick Donovan: Damn!
BB Gunn: Swann with the water to the face!
Swann drops the bottle and proceeds to stomp on the veteran, Synn tries his best to fight back but Brad's flurry of kicks is just too fast to counter. The referee begins to get to a four count when Swann notices, he slowly slides back in the ring and looks around at the audience, as Synn crawls around on the outside. The crowd boo him as the referee counts five, and then six. Swann leans against the turnbuckle as he waits for the veteran to get back in.
Derrick Donovan: Count of seven now, Synn needs to get back in the ring.
BB Gunn: I wouldn't count him out just yet, Dono!
Synn ever so slowly rolls back in and is met with more kicks and stomps by Brad Swann, he eventually gets kicked back out of the ring. Brad Swann leans against the turnbuckle and begins to shout things at the Irish crowd, telling them all too fuck off and get a life. They all hiss and jeer at him as Synn lays down on the outside. After a little while of waiting, Swann decides to roll out and scoop Synn's head and throw him back in the ring, but Synn reverses and Swann gets pushed straight into the corner post. The protege stumbles backwards as Synn slides both of them in the ring and waits for the youngster to rise.
BB Gunn: Synn starting to take back the advantage.
Derrick Donovan: Come on Synn!
As Brad Swann gets to his feet Synn hits a stiff right into the chest of the protege, before swinging him against the ropes and on the rebound hitting a massive clothesline. Swann's back and head meet the mat hard as Synn falls to his knees and begins to hammer some punches upon the youngster's head. Swann tries his absolute best to defend himself but the angry veteran just pummels his fists down upon Brad Swann's skull. Synn manages to lift up the protege's head and get behind him, he locks him in the...
[VAMPIRISM!]
(Half-Nelson chokehold)
Brad Swann flails on the mat as he tries his absolute best to break free from the hold. Synn locks it in as hard as he can as the protege looks close to breaking, he begins to crawl towards the ropes but Synn tries his best to counter it. Synn manages to get to his knees and crawl back from the ropes as Swann just can't reach them, he has to submit.
[DING! DING!]
Synn still clenches on the throat of Swann as the referee tries his best to yank him off, finally the veteran lets go and rolls out of the ring, slowly walking his way to the back, shaking his head. Swann writhes in the ring, holding his welting throat in pain.
BB Gunn: You gotta give it to the kid, Dono. He was facing a veteran of the squared circle. Swann only has a few matches under his belt, but tonight, he survived longer than I, or anyone that is, expected.
Derrick Donovan: Kudos to Synn though, teaching the kid a lesson. While the youngster hasn't earnt my respect yet, he may have just earnt Synn's.
We cut to Synn at the top of the ramp, who doesn't look back. He shakes his head, then walks on out the curtains.
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We cut to backstage with Price, who's taping his left arm up with white wrist tape. He stops when the lights flicker on and off in the dark hall. He looks around, rather skeptically. Then shrugs and carries on, treating it as bad lighting. Suddenly, all the lights go out and Price stops in the center of the room. We hear footsteps in the darkness.
You have been chosen, oh mighty warrior.
A spotlight shines on Price as he stands there, his face a mask of confusion. He mouths "what the fuck?" but he can't find any words to say. The figure begins to move closer, as the sound of the footsteps echo louder and louder.
The Court sees you fit, you will be our mighty warrior.
Price raises his eyebrow in utter confusion as the spotlight on him flickers off. We wait a few seconds before it shines back on, Price with a V mask placed upon his solemn face. His neck tilts to the side before the lights flicker back on and off, and the mask is gone. Price touches his skin and shakes his head, before walking on down the hall as the lights kick back in.
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The cameras fade to ringside as we see both Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn sitting down on the announce desk. Donovan is wearing his traditional pink suit however this time it's more of a darker pink and BB is wearing casual black clothing once again.
Derrick Donovan: Well ladies and gentlemen, it's main event time.
BB Gunn: That's right, Dono. We see, for the first time ever, Duke Kosloff fighting inside of an AXW ring!
The opening rifs begin to play softly as we focus on the Revoltron. We stars and a huge gate opening taking us back to the stage where we see a bright spot light in the midst of darkness. Fans have there phone lights on and it looks like stars in the night sky. Sang-Hyun comes out into the spot light and looks around at the fans before heading down the ramp.
혹시 오늘 널 찾을 수 있을까
하는 생각에 Oh 잠을 설치고
The star is shining brightly
but I can’t see the star
어디로 사라진 걸까 ah
오늘도 역시 보고 싶어 darling
Sang-Hyun gets into the ring and points to the sky before he points at all of the fans and pounds his chest before kissing his fist and throwing up the "i love you" hand sign. He walks back to his corner afterwards
Derrick Donovan: I feel bad for the kid.
BB Gunn: Me too, Dono, me too.
The arena goes dark red and gold lights start to flash as the arena fills with smoke. A monster slowly appears walking down the ramp as pyros shoot flames into the air, you can hear Enter Sandman by Metallica playing. Duke Kosloff looks around at the booing audience and shakes his head before shouting some Russian at the top of his lungs and methodically entering the ring, stepping over the top rope and standing like a God in the center of it as he waits for the bell to ring.
[DING! DING!]
Sang-Hyun Lee charges at the Russian Monster, Duke Kosloff goes for a massive clothesline but Lee manages to duck and bounce against the ropes. He jumps onto Kosloff's back and begins to wrap his arms around the Monster's neck and his legs around his torso. The Korean Youngster tries his absolute best to choke out Kosloff as the crowd go wild but his neck is just too thick, Kosloff grabs Lee's hair and flips him head first off of his back.
Derrick Donovan: Lee, wasting no time getting into the act of things!
BB Gunn: The act of flopping around, that is.
Lee wriggles on the mat, seizing with pain. The crowd boo heavily as the Monster storms against the ropes and on the rebound hits a MASSIVE body splash onto the Korean's body, breaking it in half. Lee lays motionless as Kosloff gets to his knees and then finally his feet, trying to catch his breath. The crowd boo him but he ignores their jeers, he picks up Lee by his head and scoops him up for a colossal body slam. Hitting it with thunderous intent.
BB Gunn: Ouch!
Derrick Donovan: Now that looked like it hurt!
Kosloff once more picks Lee up by his head and raises his whole body above his head, in a gorilla press position. The crowd boo him as he marches around the ring with the limp Korean's body, wasting no time shouting Russian remarks at the audience. He looks to the outside ring area and towards the announce table as the crowd begin to cheer, they know what's about to happen, and while they hate Kosloff, they still wouldn't mind seeing Lee thrown over the top ropes and into the announcer's table.
Derrick Donovan: No! He's not going to do it is he?!
BB Gunn: I'm getting outta here!
Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn both rise from their seats and move away from the announce table as the crowd start to make a deafening cheer of anxiousness. They wait for Sang-Hyun's body to be flung into the table. Kosloff looks around at the audience once more, then roars. With Lee placed above his head, he runs towards the ropes positioned opposite the announce table and THROWS Sang-Hyun Lee eight odd feet through the air and straight into the announce table! Splitting Lee and the wood in half as he does so.
BB Gunn: OH MY GODDDD!
Derrick Donovan: He's dead!
The whole Irish venue go wild as they recollect what the hell just happened. Sang-Hyun Lee was thrown eight feet through the air and straight into a wooden announce table at ringside. The referee slides out of the ring and heads towards the Korean's body as other medical staff and personal check up on him. In the ring, Kosloff raises his arm and roars once more. The referee looks down at the broken and unconscious Korean youngster and decides to ring the bell and stop the match.
[DING! DING!]
Derrick Donovan: Duke Kosloff has won by ways of stoppage, BB!
BB Gunn: I can't believe that we may have just witnessed a murder!
We see professional medics and ambulance members come through the back and towards ringside as the crowd just cheer and boo the Russian Monster as loud as they can. He steps over the top rope and begins to slowly walk his way to the backstage area as his music, Enter Sandman begins to kick in. A stretcher and neck braces are brought out as Duke Kosloff storms past them, the medical staff are trying their absolute best to keep Sang-Hyun Lee alive.
Derrick Donovan: Well that's why we air at 12:00am, BB!
BB Gunn: Yea, no wonder we got kicked off of Spike TV!
The camera slowly fades on the sight of Lee's broken body, Kosloff standing at the top of the ramp, and him looking back at the destruction he's caused, sadistically smirking whilst doing so.
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February 5, 2018
The scene begins inside the parking lot of the arena in Siamsa Tire, Ireland, where the latest edition of Anonymous TV is being hosted. A flashy car drives up. Who could it be? Cameras pan to the car and the door slides up, and in his old ring gear steps out the Anomoly! He walks into the entrance way of the building being followed by a crowd of jeering “fans,” who are obviously not fans after the events of the previous edition of AXW on TV. He walks through the crowd, blatantly ignoring them,
He walks past many AXW names. Synn. Price. Rob Arnold with all 18 his championships. Anomoly clenches his fists.
Anomoly: All those damn championships, and I still don’t fucking have mine. Wherever that Stormcrow bastard is, he better have my damn championship back to me soon. Not in the mood to whoop his fucking ass again for MY championship!
He storms into his room and slams the door behind him, before pulling off his hood and turning his back to the camera, taking off the mask and putting on the luchador-themed mask and gear. He turns to exit the room, before noticing a bag on a chair, with a note that says “~S” on it. He tosses aside the note and opens the bag, to reveal the AXW Championship! Or… is it?
Anomoly closely inspects the belt, looking at it from all angles, sniffing it, even biting at it. After a few moments, he seems thoroughly satisfied, and straps it around his waist. He walks out as the camera zooms in on the note, leaving us wondering “Who could have sent the championship?”
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The ring is set up with a black canvas, a large case with a red “X” placed on it’s side. Two chairs set up either side, ready for the celebration. The lights dim down as the echoing intro to "St Patrick" by PVRIS begins to fill the arena and a single spotlight hits the entrance.
"You give me something to talk about (something to talk about), HEY."
The song bursts into life, and Rob Arnold slowly enters the arena. Dressed in a full three piece suit He looks around and laughs, fresh of his success at Supremacy. He holds his arms out wide in smug celebration, even spinning around to bask in his glory before slowly walking down to the ring.
"I know it's chemicals, that make me cling to you (cling to you)
Oh and I need a miracle, to get away from you (way from you)
I know it's chemicals (that make me cling to you, cling to you)
And I need a miracle (to make me stay with you, stay with you)
And I'm not spiritual (but please stay)
'Cause I think you're a saint, and I think you're an angel."
Rob approaches the ring and runs his hand along the apron before approaching and walking up the steps, and then through the ropes and into the ring.
"I said ooh, oooh, you give me something to talk about (something to talk about)
I said ooh, oooh, you give me something to think about, that's not the shit in my head
You're a miracle
You're a miracle (a miracle)"
As he enters the ring a bunch of streamers of all colours go off, covering the ring. Arnold brushes off whatever landed on him in the process, but isn’t too bothered, in fact he’s loving every single second. He walks around the ring, a familiar smug grin all over his face as the music dies down, the crowd continues to jeer him, despite him being the champion, he certainly isn’t their champion. This doesn’t bother him though, and he grabs a microphone that is sat on top of the large case.
Rob Arnold: I understand you are all disappointed, you’d rather see Price stood here, rather than myself right? Well that’s not happening. What is happening is that you now have me, your X*Crown Champion. Not the champion you wanted, but I am the champion you need, the champion the XHF Network needs, the champion that the XHF Network deserves.
His tone almost without emotion, the crowd boo him once more.
Rob Arnold: Tonight I have been asked to come out here and celebrate with you, the AXW fans. Funny really, since you all detest me so. Still, the more I thought about it, the more I thought that actually, I deserve to celebrate, I deserve to revel in the success of Supremacy, and so that’s exactly what I’m going to do!
Arnold laughs.
Rob Arnold: So, let’s celebrate! Let’s celebrate the fact that I pushed Price aside, that Jackson and Alexis Grace couldn’t keep up with me, Azumi Goto, James Raymond and Damien Young were just not ready for me, Michael Storm and Hyperion were good, but not quite good enough, Curtis Kanyon may well be eating soup for years and I even managed to avoid being mauled by Goldbear II! That’s one hell of a lot to celebrate if I do say so myself! You’ve been promised a number of things tonight, one of those things are special guests. Well, I’m not really one to have guests, so the list is going to be low. However the person I want to bring out, well, you don’t really deserve to see him, he’s been quite happy off screen for over ten years. I’ve managed to bring him out tonight for one night only! That man is my best friend, Alex Reid!
"So what’s the craziest thing you’ve done lately?"
The lights turn a pale green and the former owner of VXW, Alex Reid walks out onto the stage to “Crazy Angel” by Kill Hannah. Like Arnold, Reid is also dressed in a three piece suit. The crowd really don’t know how to receive him, but some boo him due to his association with Arnold. Reid holds his arms out and surveys the arena, before walking down to the ring.
He walks up the steps and into the ring where he embraces his best friend. Arnold follows this up by holding his arm aloft in celebration with the crowd. He then hands Reid a second microphone, and the music dies out.
Alex Reid: My word, I thought I’d never end up back in any ring, let alone an XHF Network ring, Rob. But you managed to make it happen you son of a bitch.” Reid laughs. “But in all fairness when you called me and said that you wanted me to come over to Ireland and celebrate with you winning the X*Crown Title, how could I say no? You’re now the proud owner of eighteen titles, that’s a pretty big deal, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.
Rob Arnold: Alex, thank you, you’re a good friend and a good man. No matter how many people doubted me, how many people dislike or disagree with me, you have always supported me, you’ve always had my back. Now we’ve not always agreed, but we always know that ultimately we support each other’s success. With that said, the main reason I wanted you to come here tonight was to give you something, a gift for a man who probably has everything, but a gift I think you’ll appreciate...
Arnold opens up the case and peers in, and takes out one of the eighteen world titles that are hidden away in there. He holds it up and it is revealed to be the VXW Title! The crowd boos once more and Rob continues to speak.
Rob Arnold: This, this is an old friend of both of ours, the VXW Title, Vortex Industries dabble into the wrestling world. Whilst it failed, Vortex continues to be a powerhouse in whatever else it continues to do, and the reason for that is because behind that company are men like me, and a man named Alex Reid. So Alex, I want you to have this.
He hands the title to Reid, who looks quite surprised. He looks down at the title and shakes his head.
Alex Reid: Now Rob, this was a long time ago, I’m not sure I can accept this, at the end of the day it’s yours. I can’t imagine Mongo The Destroyer would be too happy if one of his X*Crown Titles went AWOL.
Rob Arnold: Ah to hell with what Mongo thinks!
Arnold laughs, Reid soon follows.
Alex Reid: But seriously, I think this looks better on your shoulder, rather than mine.
Reid presses, and Rob thinks for a moment.
Rob Arnold: Tell you what, keep it for tonight, and I’ll have it back, let’s be honest the image of you with that back on your shoulder must have Mongo choking on his lunch right now, and that amuses me enough.
Reid smiles and Arnold pats the VXW Title which is firmly sat on Reid’s shoulder, he turns to the camera and mouths “love to Minnesota” with a cheeky wink.
Rob Arnold: So everybody’s been asking me, how am I going to represent the X*Crown? As champion, I can hold any of these titles in any fashion I like, I could wear them, I could wear a crown, I can pretty much do whatever the hell I like! Tonight, I want to share some insight into what kind of Champion I’m going to be, so let me tell you…
I’m going to do what I want, when I want.
Arnold reaches into the case and pulls out a second and third title. He places one on each shoulder before picking the microphone back up.
Rob Arnold: The BDDWF Ultimate Title and the CWA Championship. The former is where it all began, one of the original four and the origins of the whole Network. The latter is what made me the man I am to this day, the CWA was where I went from nobody to somebody, and whilst I had a way to go, I learnt there what kind of man I am. One of these titles represents longevity, the other represents pure talent. These two titles represent me, and I represent these titles. These, and that title that my friend holds will be what I carry with me.
He points to the VXW Title and Reid applauds Arnold’s words.
Rob Arnold: Now, the other kind of Champion that I am is the fighting kind, and with that said, I need my first defence of the X*Crown, so with that said, I’m issuing an open challenge, the next man who comes out here, I’ll face you in two weeks time. So let’s see who can run out here quickest...
Arnold smirks, trying to incite a minor skirmish backstage.
Rob Arnold: ...Come on now, which one if you is it going to be…?
Arnold trails off as “Lord of Thunder” by Rhapsody comes on the PA. Everybody is shocked as Curtis Kanyon walks out onto the stage to a huge pop. Arnold looks at Reid with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Kanyon gingerly walks down to the ring, still in a neck halo, and carefully walks up the steps, and through the ropes and into the ring.
Rob Arnold: Well...Hi Curtis.
Arnold says, head tilted. Curtis smiles back at Arnold but says nothing.
Rob Arnold: So guys, here’s the former champion, Curtis Kanyon! Give him a big hand, he fought so bravely before I turned him into a cyber-man.
The crowd cheer for Curtis, and even start a “BANG!” chant, causing Kanyon’s smile to widen.
Rob Arnold: But uh, Curtis, I don’t get it, this is a challenge for two week’s time, I don’t see how you’re going to be ready for that.”
Kanyon grabs a microphone.
Curtis Kanyon: You’re right, but I just wanted to come out here to tell you that I of course have a rematch clause that I want to take up, and when I’m ready to fight you, believe me, you’ll know Rob Have your celebrations, fight whoever comes out next by all means, but I will be waiting for you, and just when you least expect it….BANG!”
The crowd cheers, Arnold remains unimpressed.
Rob Arnold: Point made Curtis, but you didn’t have to fly across the Atlantic to tell me, but I get it, the personal touch is always better, but thank you. Now how about you take a seat over there whilst I go get myself a real challenger.
The crowd boos at Rob’s condescension. Curtis is less phased and just laughs at Arnold, before walking to the corner. Arnold turns his back on him and looks to the stage.
Rob Arnold: So, distraction aside, I’m still waiting for one of you to come out here and take up the challenge...
As Arnold speaks, the crowd begin to cheer, not for him, but for Curtis Kanyon who is quietly unclipping his halo and taking it off. Reid notices what’s happening and slides out of the ring, shouting at his friend to watch out, Arnold looks around…
[BANG!]
Arnold goes down hard and the crowd go wild. Kanyon gets up and holds his arms aloft. He then looks down and picks up one of the titles, the BDDWF Ultimate Title and raises it high, the crowd go mad for Kanyon. He smiles once more and looks down at Arnold, who is doubled up in the corner.
Curtis Kanyon: See you in two weeks.
He says, before dropping the belt in front of him and rolls out the ring. He walks up the ramp backwards, eyes locked on the X*Crown Champion, who is slowly crawling onto his knees, using the ropes as a crutch. He scrabbles to grab a microphone and slowly raises it to his mouth.
Rob Arnold: Okay Curtis, you wanna go in two weeks? That’s fine, but I’m the champion now and if you’ve not realised, this is my house, so two weeks time I’ll finish what I started at Supremacy, because it’ll be a chairs match! When I’m done with you it will make what I did to Scorpion look PG!
Curtis doesn’t seem to care, in fact he’s nodding and smiling. Arms once again aloft with “Lord of Thunder” playing once more.
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