Anarchy 47

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Cameras pan a a packed house, the usual five thousand capacity football stadium boasts a paid gate of seven thousand, one hundred and forty two for this edition of Anarchy!



Signs dot the crowd; “I want the same dosage as Joe Beb!”, “I’m only here until AEW starts running shows!”, “If I don’t like this, I’m moving to an island!”, b“Future Endeavoured”, “Mitchell = GOAT”.



A video package showing Masquerade in all it’s glory starts the crowd cheering, their appreciation clear for the roster’s efforts too to bottom.



Senor Vinnie is shown retaining his RSW Anarchy Championship.



CROWD: RSW! RSW!! RSW!!!



The crowd cheers for the rising star as the image transitions to RSW Legacy Champion Isaiah Zepp.



Again the crowd approves of the current Legacy Champion, then the air itself seems to change as Shane Mitchell is shown in the moments before being choked into Spanish hospital. Boos assault the RioTron from all angles before sending it to Bob Mooney at center ring!



BOB MOONEY: On behalf of the crew and wrestlers or Riot Star Wrestling, I would like to welcome you to…..



‘Fools Gold’ by The Stone Roses plays as the champion emerges from behind the curtain.



JOSEPH GREER: As Bob Mooney was about to say, Welcome to Anarchy! Joseph Greer here ringside with ‘Sweet’ Tommy Onions and it looks like we’re getting an early start tonight with a visit from our world champion, Shane Mitchell.



Letting the stage light work their magic, Shane turns. The RSW World Heavyweight Championship reflects the stage lighting lending to its credence that the person who holds it might yet be professional wrestling’s messiah.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s all he gets? He not only defended the title, he survived a cowardly attack…no! An assault afterward! Shane Mitchell walked out of hospital Greer! Shane Mitchell is so tough his opponents straight up leave rather than face his wrath! Shane Mitchell might just be the greatest wrestler RSW has ever seen!



The barrage of boos rains down upon Shane who shrugs off the greeting with typical arrogance as he takes his time getting to the ring. Was Shane’s bravado masking his true condition?



JOSEPH GREER: Well, the numbers can’t be argued, Shane Mitchell is the holder of several RSW records including most matches AND most matches won. What can be argued are his methods…



TOMMY ONIONS: What ones? The fucking winning ones? Because he did what he had to to win? Nope I’m not hatin’ on that Greer, if you’re not cheating you’re not trying!



Shane ignores the crowd almost completely as he makes his way to ringside. Fans yell obscenities at him, but the champion may as well be deaf, he pays them no heed whatsoever.



Staring down Bob Mooney, Mitchell doesn’t have to ask or even extend his hand before Bob offers up the microphone.



Nodding, Shane takes the mic as Bob makes a hasty retreat to the timekeeper’s table.



SHANE MITCHELL: STILL world champion. STILL…YOUR world champion. I guess you guys don’t like the sound of that do you?



The crowd responds with an enthusiastic crescendo of jeers that confirm what Shane had thought.



SHANE MITCHELL: Such a shame. You see at Masquerade I proved yet again that nobody in Riot Star Wrestling has the gumption to defeat me. D fought well, he fought hard, but he couldn’t complete the job. Here I am still wearing this belt and still your Riot Star Wrestling champion.



The booing is accompanied by a flurry of missiles, mostly empty cups although a whole cabbage flies mercifully close to the former reverend’s left ear without making contact.



JOSEPH GREER: Listen to the RSW faithful! Despite Shane Mitchell’s claims…yes, he is still RSW World Heavyweight Champion, but that could have easily gone the other way.



TOMMY ONIONS: Says you…Shane Mitchell did what he had to, what he always does. He won! That’s why he’s the Tom Brady of RSW! Wait…was that a fucking cabbage?!



Taking a moment to allow the debris to collect at his feet, Mitchell had barely gotten started.



SHANE MITCHELL: Now D can do what he does best. He can retreat back into his shadowy recesses to lurk and ponder his place in this world. He’s a spent force in RSW. Like so many before him he tried to dethrone me and failed. He’s finished, like the rest of them.



The crowd boos loudly until the lights in the arena flicker, sending a cheer throughout the crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: Wait a second! Shane might be waving off D a tad early! Masquerade was a hell of a night and if Shane’s trip to the hospital was any indication, I’d venture a guess that this isn’t over!



TOMMY ONIONS: Not over? ‘D’ lost…that simple! You don’t lose, be a sore loser and then keep getting chances Greer.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m not so sure about that Tommy, seems lately their was a whole stable based around exactly that concept.



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t get it…



JOSEPH GREER: Though I’m not surprised, it’s ok. It’s all going to be ok.



Shane looks around at the audience, his free arm extending to them. His tone goes from his implied superiority, to complete condescension.



SHANE MITCHELL: Oh, now you cheer? Let me ask you this. Is he even here? Or did someone flick the light switch like they used to when you were impetuous grade school children?



As Shane chuckles at the gullible crowd he’s worked into a frenzy, the RioTron shows the ’guys in the truck’ working the audio/visual panels. Surrounding them, a score of mopolytes.



JOSEPH GREER: Of course…after Masquerade it was reported that D had been suspended.



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s lucky too! What D did was out of line! He should have been fired! Besides even if he was here, Shane would just beat him again!



JOSEPH GREER: Actually, people have been pretty vocal about the suspension. Our website show an over whelming seventy seven percent of people believe that this suspension is uncalled for based on things that have gone unpunished in the past.



TOMMY ONIONS: Past Shmast Greer, live in the now. And NOW Esmeralda Von Krauss is in charge and if she says D is suspended, then I say good riddance.



The crowd renews their vigour in their jeering of the four time and current champion as a new volley of debris is lofted into the ring.



Laughing, Mitchell is nearly beside himself despite the damage he absorbed and the various reports of his ’discharge’ from Spain’s finest hospitals.



SHANE MITCHELL: Do you see it now? How easy you are to manipulate? That is all he does, he manipulates all of you. All of you are blind, you seem to think that because a person can justify their actions and is at peace with them that somehow they are less horrible. Blind, all of you, but none more than Alyssa!



The crowd boos again as the lights flicker, Shane smiles but waves it off.



SHANE MITCHELL: That’s enough, everyone gets the point. Like I was saying…



The lights flicker again, this time Shane is clearly annoyed.



SHANE MITCHELL: I said, that’s enough! *muttering* Idiots…I’m surrounded by idiots.



“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Esmeralda von Krauss walks out from the back with an Egyptian cigarette in a foot long holder in her hand. She walks down to the ring, a stream of smoke trailing behind her.



TOMMY ONIONS: The boss lady coming down to the ring, looking as lovely as always.



JOSEPH GREER: Brown nosing much? Honestly I’m surprised she has the gall to wear white.



TOMMY ONIONS: Always good to know the right ass to kiss, and the fuck does that mean Greer?



Esmeralda slowly steps through the ropes to the cheering of the crowd. She stands in the center of the ring with a smile, flicking ashes past Mitchell and onto the mat.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I know the feeling well Herr Mitchell, to be surrounded by my lessers is something of a daily routine. Every time I walk to this ring! No matter, I have a few announcements to make. The first is to make it official, that due to his vile and uncalled for attack upon MY company’s champion after the match at Masquerade..D will not be welcome here tonight. No, if he should choose to step foot in this ring tonight, it will bring about a rather hefty fine.



Esmeralda reaches to her forehead where she took the chair shot from D during the match in question. She sneers, taking a long drag from her cigarette. She blows out a cloud of smoke.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I would have had the man fired for hitting me with a steel chair, but that would rob Herr Mitchell of his vengeance now wouldn’t it?



The crowd overtakes anything that Esmeralda tries to say next with booing. She smiles and waits for the roar of the crowd to die down.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: The first three matches tonight will be cancelled….



Shane Mitchell’s smile evaporates instantaneously, he approaches Esmeralda.



SHANE MITCHELL: Esme….*clears his throat* Mrs. Von Krauss, I have another idea if I may?



Whispering into the CEO’s ear, be it a suggestion for a match or sweet nothings, the vampress German beauty like what she hears.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Very well Herr Mitchell…the first TWO matches of the night are to be cancelled. Why? Because I care about your entertainment value, dahlings. Those matches were destined to be beneath the standards I set for MY performers. Besides dahlings, the real entertainment of the night will be when Andi Snow interviews…me.



“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins once again as Esmeralda flicks her cigarette butt from the ring. She laughs at the booing crowd as she makes her own way out of the ring and heads to the back.



TOMMY ONIONS: What kind of show are we going to have with the first two matches of the night being cancelled? I think I also heard that Shane’s opponent wasn’t even coming to the building. So, maybe the first three matches out of five not happening?



JOSEPH GREER: You would think that Esmeralda would have said something if the third match of the night wasn’t going to happen. Maybe she knows something that we don’t?



TOMMY ONIONS: She almost certainly knows something that we don’t. The question is what?



JOSEPH GREER: We will just have to wait and see. I mean the third match has just become the opening bout so it won’t be long to wait. Welcome to Anarchy and if this is any indication, we’re in for a crazy night. But before we get down to it, I’m told we have a very special video package to share with you…and it’s next!

[vastrix]

A wild jungle is approached from overhead, as the sun sets a mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex is passed. A mighty roar echoes throughout the arena.



A caption reads, “The Jurassic Period”



ANNOUNCER: For millions of years, reptiles ruled the earth…coming soon to Riot Star Wrestling…a new apex predator will take to the sky, striking it’s prey with deadly accuracy!



Thick trees set out as far as the eye can see. Finally thinning as darkness takes hold, once more a roar is heard…but this one?



An ear piercing shriek of a roar is heard as the camera breaks into a clearing.



Perched atop the thick branch of an ancient tree, a pterodactyl. Thunder claps as lightning splits the tree.



In the zenith of the strike, the form of a man can be seen….



Coming to RSW…



Anarchy 48…



… Pequeño Dinosaurio!



JOSEPH GREER: A new signing! I’d been hearing rumours backstage about this young man out of Mexico. Pequeño Dinosaurio is the son of the legendary luchador, Tiranosaurio! His family, steeped in the tradition of lucha libre and now as he gets ready to make his professional debut at Anarchy Forty-Eight! I, for one, can’t wait!



TOMMY ONIONS: You heard rumours? With your nothing contacts and nobody friends? You? Wait…Did you say debut? As in this guy has never fought before? Joey…what the fuck dude, this kid is gonna get hurt! Plain and simple, I don’t care that his daddy dressed up in a dinosaur cosplay and slapped around smaller Mexicans…and the monsters of RSW won’t care either!



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, I’m gonna leave the mildly racist undertones of that to the side to tell you that what this kid lacks in size, he makes up for in potential! I’m telling you, this kid has potential!



TOMMY ONIONS: Well I’ll go against my better judgement and give your boy some props. I, ‘Sweet’ Tommy Onions would like to be the first to welcome Dinosaur Cosplay Jr. to RSW!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s Pequeño Dinosaurio…



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, let’s just move it along and understand I’m never saying that right…



JOSEPH GREER: We’ll be back right after this!

[vastrix]

Backstage, Andi Snow’s dressing room is full of steam. The sound of running water slapping against tile is heard in the background along with Andi’s voice echoing as she sings a little.



ANDI SNOW: I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it…you like my hair? He thanks. Just bought it. I see it. I like it. I want it. I got it!



After a moment, the metal on metal squeaking of knobs is heard, and the sounds of the water stop. A few seconds later, Andi emerges from the shower with a white towel wrapped around her body from the chest down to the upper thighs. Walking over to a nearby vanity table, Andi reaches for a hairbrush when something catches her attention. The words ‘YOU WILL DIE’ are written in the steam fogging up the mirror in front of her.



ANDI SNOW: Oh no…this is NOT okay!



(She says before raising her finger to the mirror and drawing hearts over the i’s in each word.)



ANDI SNOW: Perfect!



She says to herself as she stands back to admire her work. Laughing a little, Andi shakes her head before reaching down to grab a hair brush from the vanity. She begins brushing out her long, wet, caramel and chocolate tinted hair while continuing to hum the melody to the song she was singing in the shower to herself.



The door to the dressing room opens, and Andi looks toward the entrance. Alyssa Lucchi steps into the room and strides up to Andi.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.



ANDI SNOW: Okay but like…that’s what knocking is for.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Right…again, sorry.



ANDI SNOW: Is there something I can help you with Alyssa? As you can see, I’m kind of in the middle of something. I need to get ready for this interview with Esmeralda.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: That’s actually why I’m here. I just wanted to stop by and make amends. I know we haven’t had the best interactions, but that’s because things have been a little crazy lately and I haven’t really been myself. But I wanted you to know how brave I think you are for being able to stomach an interview with Shane Mitchell, and now Esmeralda. Those people are horrible.



(Andi sighs before dismissing Alyssa as she simply begins brushing her hair again.)



ANDI SNOW: Well somebody had to do it. (She shrugs.)



ALYSSA LUCCHI: I get it…and I know you have to do these things partially because I’m just not willing to anymore. So I’m sorry for that as well.



ANDI SNOW: Ugh…stop it already! (Andi groans, rolling her eyes. Alyssa blinks, not sure exactly how to respond.)



ALYSSA LUCCHI: I’m sorry? …stop doing what?



ANDI SNOW: Apologizing like that! You’re such a victim and it’s annoying. You need to put your big girl panties on and grow a fucking spine. Preferably sometime in the near future, because my injuries are just about healed and I won’t be around to do YOUR job anymore.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Wait a minute…I’m trying to clear the air between us and now YOU’RE telling ME how to do my job?!



ANDI SNOW: Well somebody needs to! Look, no offense, but your job around here is pretty much whipped cream. It’s nice and all, but not necessary. All you have to do is stand there and read questions off of a card that YOU DON’T EVEN WRITE! You literally have one job and you can’t even do that because, what? It makes you uncomfortable?! ‘Fuck outta here with that bullshit.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: You have no idea what you’re talking about.



ANDI SNOW: UmmmmNo. I actually do. I’ve been picking up your slack for a few weeks now and have been doing it better. No shade, but shade.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: You think you can do a better job of interviewing than me?



ANDI SNOW: No…I KNOW I’m doing a better job than you. Just ask your man.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: You better watch it, Andi. I’m beginning to lose my patience with you, and do NOT bring my fiancée into this.



ANDI SNOW: Bitch you brought ME into this. Honey, I don’t give a fuck about you or your man or your personal drama. I’m just trying to give you a reality check…Oh and I think it’s YOU who needs to watch it. You know the last bitch that got on my bad side ended up dead, right? I’m not saying I had anything to do with it but…you know…Karma.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Are you threatening me?!



ANDI SNOW: Girl, get the fuck out of here so I can get ready for this interview. I don’t have time for this shit.



With that, Andi motions toward the door. Alyssa glares at Andi before finally turning and marching toward the exit of the dressing room, slamming the door shut behind her. Andi just rolls her eyes and continues to brush her hair.



ANDI SNOW: So dramatic…



The scene fades out.

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JOSEPH GREER: Well Tommy…here we are, the ‘opening contest’ of the night!



TOMMY ONIONS: Why you saying it all sassy like? I don’t think you see what Shane did here, RSW advertised that our world champion would be in action and I think it’s great that the champ wants to give the people, his people, what they came to see! The greatest wrestler in RSW history!



BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



CROWD: ONE FALL!



JOSEPH GREER: Regardless, this should be interesting. Shane Mitchell, despite his scheduled opponent apparently quite literally quitting rather than appearing tonight for their scheduled match, despite that, the World Heavyweight Champion has still insisted on coming out here…



TOMMY ONIONS: Because he a fucking warrior Greer, our world champion is a warrior!



‘Fool’s Gold’ by The Stone Roses starts once again as a chorus of boos overtakes the capacity crowd.



BOB MOONEY: Introducing first; hailing from Huddersfield, England. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds…he is the Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, Shane Mitchell!



JOSEPH GREER: …our champion who narrowly retained at Masquerade…



TOMMY ONIONS: I’m gonna stop you right there Greer…doesn’t matter how he did it! What matter is right there around his waist…Shane Mitchell, Still RSW World Heavyweight Champion. More importantly he’ll still be champion after this non title match with…



Stepping out through the curtain, Shane acts as though he hadn’t come out to similar pomp and circumstance just a few minutes before.



Ready to compete despite the well advertised resignation of his scheduled opponent, the champion walks to the ring supremely confident.



JOSEPH GREER: Exactly! We have no idea who Shane is facing since his scheduled opponent quit!



TOMMY ONIONS: You mean ran? His opponent ran Joey!



Walking the ramp slowly, Shane isn’t just soaking in the limelight, he’s devouring airtime as though he were a man possessing all the time in the world.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m sure many versions of what happened will be told, but one thing is certain, Shane Mitchell has no opponent here tonight!



TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe the guy showed up after all? At least let the man tell us!



Reaching the ringside area, Mitchell isn’t finished…he completes a full lap around the ring but doesn’t allow a single fan to touch him.



JOSEPH GREER: I would…if he’d get in the damned ring!



TOMMY ONIONS: *laughing* Temper temper Greer….



Finally making his way up the steps, Mitchell wipes his feet before stepping through the ropes.



Raising his arms, his level of confidence bettors a grander stage. The former Reverend wasn’t this switched on for AnarChristmas!



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent, please welcome to the ring…



Uncharacteristically, Bob offers no additional introduction. The veteran announcer is stumped, he has no one to announce. The match was to be cancelled save for the champion’s own request.



No music plays, worse yet…no one steps out through the curtain. The fans practically begin to froth at the mouth such is their collective rage.



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit, the backup guy ran away from Shane too!



JOSEPH GREER: There’s no one coming out Tommy. There never was.



Still stretching in the corner, Mitchell gets a look from Bob Mooney before Shane urges him on with a shooing motion.



BOB MOONEY: AND HIS OPPONENT….making their way to the ring at this time…



Motioning toward the ramp at the behest of the World Champion, Bob’s breath is again wasted.



TOMMY ONIONS: WOW! Our Champ is so bad ass that people don’t even show up to face him!



JOSEPH GREER: There’s at least one person on the roster that’s more than willing…



TOMMY ONIONS: And if they hadn’t been a sore loser and gotten suspended, that would have been a fine replacement match…but here we are…



Stepping forward, Shane whispers to Bob Mooney this time and Mooney visibly sighs before announcing…



BOB MOONEY: By the authority of Mrs. Esmeralda Von Krauss…I give to you, the winner of this match…as a result of a forfeit…The RSW World Heavyweight Champion…Shane Mitchell!



Accepting back his World Championship, Shane hold it high as though he had truly just won the hard fought victory he would have had his opponent bothered to show up.



JOSEPH GREER: Mitchell hamming it up just a tad!



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s not the winningest wrestler in company history for nothing!



JOSEPH GREER: Surely he’s not going to count this?



TOMMY ONIONS: The bell rang, Bobby boy announced it, pretty sure that makes it official…



Tommy stops as the light drop completely drawing a mixture of cheers and boos based on Shane’s ruse at the start of the show.



JOSEPH GREER: This isn’t funny anymore…Shane got us all earlier tonight, but enough’s enough!



TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck that! These dumb bastards keep falling for it!



The lights return and the crowd erupts as, this time, a figure draped in deep blood red robes stands behind Shane.



TOMMY ONIONS: No Shane! Behind you!



JOSEPH GREER: Finally, we get to pick up where we left off at Masquerade!



Turning, Mitchell only recoils for a moment before crushing D with a huge big boot.



TOMMY ONIONS: OH Shit! His Thanos’d him! He vapourized him! There’s nothing left!



Literally crushing the figure, Mitchell steps back, clearly angry. The robed figure nothing more than a mannequin draped in the garb of his enemy.



JOSEPH GREER: He may not be allowed to compete tonight, but the mind games between The Heavyweight Champion and his most recent challenger are still on! This was obviously a response to Mitchell’s own farce to open the show!



TOMMY ONIONS: What you call a farce, I call genius. Shane took out D’s parlour tricks and now this is just a heap response!



JOSEPH GREER: I’m not so sure…look at Mitchell! He’s clearly not happy about being played the fool a moment ago!



Walking back up the entrance ramp, Greer’s statement couldn’t be more true. Making a b line for the back, Shane stops suddenly. Turning on his heel, something has gathered the champion’s attention.



JOSEPH GREER: What’s going on here?



TOMMY ONIONS: I think some unlucky member of #onionsnation is about to get up close and personal with the champion!



A fan wearing black and sporting a ‘D’ mask holds a sign that reads in red dripping letters in a black background , “Mitchell fears the enigma!”



JOSEPH GREER: The fans cheer whomever they want, favourites like Frost, Frank Bucket, Mark Force and more recently Joe Beb have proven that our fan base accepts whomever THEY want, not necessarily who the company wants!



Tearing off the mask and hood, the crowd cheers as ‘D’ uses the barricade like he would ring ropes and springboards into a crossbody, taking Shane to the ground as both men start swinging wildly.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! I hope that was worth the fine Joey! Because that one is gonna cost him!



JOSEPH GREER: Actually, if my memory serves me correct, Esmeralda Von Krauss said if ‘D’ stepped in the ring, he’d be heavily fined! He wasn’t in the ring Tommy!



TOMMY ONIONS: That is the cheapest thing ever! Wait there’s something cheaper…



JOSEPH GREER: I know I’ll regret asking, but what? What do you think is cheaper?



Shawna is shoved aside with ease by ‘D’ as she attempts to break up the fight. Barely slowing, ‘D’ going back to attempting to pummel to life from Mitchell as the crowd cheers!



TOMMY ONIONS: Our security! Where the fuck are they!



As if announced, the RSW blackshirt security led by Big Ass Hank bursts on to the scene pulling the enigma off the champion much to the chagrin of the crowd who begin pelting the champ with cups and popcorn for a second time this evening!



TOMMY ONIONS: Finally! About fucking time!



A sea of security and backstage officials flood out from the backstage area separating them, the RSW faithful in attendance roaring with anticipation!



CROWD: LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO!! LET THEM GO!!!



JOSEPH GREER: I’m hearing we’re going to have to go to commercial while security apparently removes D from the arena!



Fading to black, the show cuts to commercial as Shane and D continue to go back and forth over the veritable wall of humanity between them while the crowd continues to chant “LET THEM GO!!!”

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BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Legacy championship title! Featuring the first challenger…Havok!



“Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie begins playing as Havok comes out from the back. He rolls his shoulders, looking to the ring for a moment before heading down to the ring. He stands up on the second turnbuckle with arms in the air as the fans cheer him on.



TOMMY ONIONS: So, Havok was defeated by Senor Vinnie when going for the Anarchy title. We then give him another title shot over a greater title? When he loses this match, will he be given a World title shot?



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t do the booking around here so I don’t know.



BOB MOONEY: And the second challenger of the night…Steve Murdock!



“Evil Walks” by AC/DC begins playing as Steve Murdock walks out from the back with his kendo stick on his shoulder. He smiles a maniacal grin at Havok as he makes his way down to the ring and rolls in. He takes a quick swing at Havok, who drops and rolls out of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: All Murdock has to do is keep Zepp from the ring and defeat Havok. Easy match.



JOSEPH GREER: I think he’ll find that Zepp can be a far more difficult threat to deal with.



TOMMY ONIONS: But you don’t deny that Havok is the weak link in this match!



JOSEPH GREER: I…shut up, Tommy!



BOB MOONEY: And the third participant in this match and Legacy champion…Isaiah Zepp!



“Governed by Contagions” by At the Drive In begins playing as Isaiah Zepp walks out from the back with the Legacy championship around his waist. He walks down to the ring as the fans cheer him on, rolling into the ring. Steve Murdock watches warily from his corner of the ring, putting the kendo stick away. Havok rolls back into the ring at his corner. Isaiah Zepp hands his title belt to the referee to display to the crowd before handing to the timekeeper.



TOMMY ONIONS: So is Zepp going to put effort into keeping his title tonight? Seems to be his downfall.



JOSEPH GREER: I sure hope so. I think his chances are pretty good at being able to keep the title tonight.



The bell rings to start the match and Steve Murdock begins the match by attacking Havok with lefts and rights before switching to attacking Zepp.



Havok recovers quickly, hitting Steve in the back of the head with a forearm, but he no sells as he turns around and grins at Havok before launching another series of attacks. Havok backs up to the ropes, dropping down, and rolling out of the ring to catch a break.



Steve Murdock turns around to be clotheslined by Isaiah Zepp, who perches on the fallen Murdock, and begins to wail on him.



TOMMY ONIONS: Fight fire with fire, I always say.



JOSEPH GREER: Doesn’t that tend to get everyone burned?



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah. Isn’t that great?



Isaiah pulls Steve up, hits an ear clap, and sends him into the ropes. Havok reaches in and trips Steve to send him to the mat before rolling into the ring. Zepp sends Havok to the mat with a Harlem side kick!



Steve Murdock rises up, slamming into Zepp with a sideways swung double axe handle smash, followed by a facebuster! Havok cinches in a reverse chin lock on the seated Steve Murdock, cranking on the pressure. Isaiah Zepp stands up, breaking the hold with a knee to the side of Havok’s head. He grabs Havok by the arm, pulls him up with an arm wringer, and then plants Havok to the mat with a crescent kick.



Isaiah turns around to be grabbed by the hair with two handfuls and smashed with a stunning headbutt to the nose that sends out a splatter of blood everywhere from Steve Murdock. He follows this up with a ddt and a quick cover!



One



Two



Thr-Zepp kicks out!



Steve stands up, but is sent over the top rope to the floor with a drop kick from Havok! Havok hits a quick standing moonsault to Zepp and goes for the cover.



One



Two



Kick out by Zepp!



Steve Murdock kneels up places a hand on either side of Zepp’s head, cranks his own head back, and goes for the headbutt. Zepp slides down out of the way to lead Murdock to smash his face into the ring mat with a thundering thud!



JOSEPH GREER: Listen to the impact from that failed headbutt!



TOMMY ONIONS: Sometimes, you just have to roll the dice for the big risk. Sometimes, you roll snake eyes!



Isaiah Zepp stands up, but takes a drop kick to the chest from Havok that sends him back to the mat. Havok grabs Murdock by the back of the neck and slams his head into the mat again. Murdock just laughs like a maniac and shucks off Havok’s hands before slamming his own head into the mat several more times before jumping to his feet. Havok backs up a step, but is grabbed by the arm, and sent to the mat with a short arm clothesline! Murdock begins kicking Zepp and Havok in the ribs.



Murdock pulls Havok to his feet, knees him in the gut, and gets him into the air for a suplex position. He turns and is about to fall backwards to the mat when he catches a super kick to the face from Zepp that sends both Havok and Murdock to the mat. Murdock sits right up, blood pouring from a cut on his cheek. Zepp kicks him in the face again to send him back to the mat.



Havok rolls to his feet, leaping at Zepp to take him down with a point blank cross body block. He goes for the pinfall, hooking a leg.



One



Two



Thre-Murdock breaks up the pinfall!



JOSEPH GREER: Havok almost with the Legacy title victory!



TOMMY ONIONS: Murdock with the selfish save.



Murdock goes for a reverse chin lock against Havok, but does a double fish hook instead. Zepp rises up, giving the situation a once over. He kicks Havok in the face and grabs Murdock. He hits a pancake piledriver and goes for the cover!



One



Two



Thre-Havok breaks the cover!



Havok pulls Zepp up and hits an overhead release belly to belly suplex. He follows this up with a quick knee drop to Murdock before going for the cover.



One



Two



Thre-Murdock kicks out!



Havok stands up, but is grabbed by Zepp, and dropped with a pendulum backbreaker! Zepp rolls Havok from the ring and grabs Murdock. He applies a camel clutch with a cross-armed choke, keeping the pressure on while Murdock bleeds from his various wounds.



The ref checks to see if Murdock will submit, but he is limp. The ref begins checking the arm of Murdock. It falls once, twice. Havok rolls into the ring and leaps into the air, but slams into Zepp as the arm drops for a third time!



JOSEPH GREER: Is the match over?



TOMMY ONIONS: I think so.



The ref signals for the bell to be rung as Zepp and Havok brawl for a moment. When the bell rings, Havok backs away with a curse.



BOB MOONEY: The winner of the match via submission and STILL RSW Legacy champion…Isaiah Zepp!



Havok lays in the ring while cursing. Murdock begins to stir, sitting up, and watching Zepp hold up his title. Murdock grabs his kendo stick and stands to take a swing when Zepp lays him out with the Legacy title belt!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: That was like a compliment to Murdock.



JOSEPH GREER: I can’t argue with that.

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The music cuts out and the crowd are on their feet, all attention turned to the entrance ramp as RSW champion Shane Mitchell emerges.



JOSEPH GREER: Eddie Havok had some pretty bold words for the champion at Masquerade Tommy. Eddie thinks he’s due another shot at the biggest prize and even got involved the championship match between Mitchell and D. Maybe we’re about to hear Mitchell’s response.



SHANE MITCHELL: So Eddie, another notch in the loss column for you. Do you still think you deserve this?



Shane gestures towards the Riot Star Championship belt that’s thrown over his shoulder.



SHANE MITCHELL: I get it Eddie. It’s because you’re not motivated right? Guys like Steve Murdock and Isaiah Zepp just don’t get your juices flowing do they? Until you get the match you so desperately want and need you just can’t get back to your best.



Eddie Havok stalks back and forth in the ring, eager to get his hands on Mitchell and finally prove he can climb to the very top of the federation. He nods in agreement that he needs his true challenge.



SHANE MITCHELL: Well Eddie, what do you say to finally getting the chance to compete at your true level. Finally, after all this time you can face someone who is your equal?



Havok is nodding and calling Mitchell towards him.



SHANE MITCHELL: Then you can have your chance. At the end of the show you will get your chance – TONIGHT!



The crowd pop loudly at the thought they are going to witness a championship match right here tonight.



JOSEPH GREER: Whoa did you hear that Tommy, we have an additional match here tonight!



TOMMY ONIONS: Dammit, they can’t do that. I had a lady booked for my room at half past eleven, I’ll be late and she charges by the hour!



Eddie Havok stands on the turnbuckle watching Mitchell as he disappears behind the curtain. Eddie looks more enthusiastic and hyped than he has for a long time as he air punches and raises his arm to the crowd in celebration of his long awaited opportunity.

[vastrix]

Fading in, the fans are met with a view of an area backstage which has been set up for an interview. Andi Snow is perched on a director’s chair. Across from her an identical chair, empty, with the RSW logo emblazoned across it. Between the two is a modern coffee table; on top of it a sterling silver ice bucket with an open bottle of champagne chilling inside. A solitary champagne flute stands beside it.



ANDI SNOW: What’s up Victoria Stadium?



She asks, in a relaxed yet perky tone. The RSW microphone in one hand, and a glass of champagne in the other.



ANDI SNOW: I, as you know, am the now legendary but temporary backstage correspondent for Riot Star Wrestling, and tonight I’ll have the pleasure of interviewing our beloved Matriarch, Esmeralda Von Krauss. Since I’ve been cleared to get back into the ring, this will be my last interview…so I wanted to make it special! Before my guest joins us tonight, I thought it would be fun to pay tribute to this intriguing woman. So, with a little bit of help from the AV team, I’ve put together this little homage…ladies and gentlemen I present to you…The Story of Esmeralda Von Krauss!



With that, Andi gestures to the large plasma screen behind her with the RSW logo plastered across it. The camera zooms in closer to the screen and fades into a video montage.



Narrator: Esmeralda started from humble beginnings in a little town in Germany…



The screen shows a very old black and white picture of a newborn baby with a recent, color, photo of Esmeralda’s head sloppily photoshopped onto it.



Narrator: She was raised by her mother and father, Kraus and Griselda, who were goat farmers….



Again, a black and white photo of a man and woman surrounded by goats is shown on the screen. A toddler nearby is playing with one of the goats. Again, a very recent photo of Esmeralda with an Egyptian cigarette hanging out of her mouth has been pasted onto the child’s body.



Narrator: But farm life would prove to be too limiting for the ambitious young woman and as she grew older, Esmeralda eventually broke away from her small town trappings to make her mark on the world. Like most small town girls with big dreams, Esmeralda had visions of fame and fortune for her future and soon joined a circus where she met her one true love, Armand Von Krauss.



This time, Esmeralda and Armand’s heads were now shown literally superimposed onto the bodies of the Ringling Brothers for an old Barnum & Bailey poster.



Narrator: together they traveled the world to entertain millions and eventually start the company we know today as…Riot Star Wrestling…



The video fades out and we’re back to the interview setup where Esmeralda Von Kraus is now occupying the seat across from Andi, who is grinning from ear to ear while trying to stifle her laughter. Esmeralda, though gorgeous, does not look as pleased.



ANDI SNOW: So inspiring…wow…everyone please welcome our guest, the one and only Esmeralda Von Krauss. I must say you look fabulous tonight!



Esmeralda lights an Egyptian cigarette on a foot long holder with a grin that looks entirely false. She flicks ashes onto the floor with a light laugh.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: You flatter my husband and I with the creation of Riot Star Wrestling. We did not create, but only conquered it by dealing with that fool, Chris Parsons. I did come from humble beginnings though. Well, not humble to you, dahling.



Andi waves some of the smoke away from her face, while spilling a small amount of champagne from her glass in the process which splashes to the ground. She takes a sip then places her half empty glass on the table in front of her before running a combing her fingers through the ends of her long ponytail.



ANDI SNOW: Funny, that’s exactly what I’d imagine someone with new money would say.



She clears her throat and promptly picks up a stack of note cards from her lap before shuffling them idly.



ANDI SNOW: Anyhoo…you’ll have to forgive me with the rough outline in the video. As you know I’m pretty new here, so I might not have all the details. Speaking of your husband though…how have you been holding up? I mean, poor Esmeralda…the love of your life is locked up behind bars. You must be so lonely without him.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I have been keeping myself busy in my work. Alexander Koresh doesn’t actually handle the day to day running of the business, he only meddles in things above his pay grade. I do miss my Armand though. You know they will not allow me to see him? It is a travesty, dahling. Simply a travesty.



ANDI SNOW: Mmmhmmmm…



She hums suspiciously, leaning back in her seat as if to get a better view of the woman.



ANDI SNOW: Okay so, at Masquerade you surprised a lot of people by inserting yourself in the Main Event between Shane Mitchell and D. I’ve already interviewed both men and kind of got their take on the whole thing…but I was wondering what made you feel the need to get involved?



Esmeralda blows smoke into the air with a great sigh, absently rubbing aa mark on her forehead where she took the chair shot at the match.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: You see how D acted during that match? He was a monster and was going to act as such. I saw through his petulant man-child act, dahling. I knew that defeat against a champion like Shane Mitchell would stick in his craw like a spoiled child being told no at the toy store. I involved myself in the match to ensure that justice found the proper course. Not that I was effective in that respect with D’s cowardly strike against me with the steel chair.



Andi suddenly perks up.



ANDI SNOW: Um, I’m no genius but I’m pretty sure that referee’s are supposed to be impartial…and you low key just admitted that you wanted to ensure that Shane retained his title…or at the very least, see to it that D lost. But why? Like, that sounds like a lot a drama. I feel like someone who is a major entity in this company would have bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that one of your wrestlers was murdered and NOBODY seems to be talking about it…not to mention my attack which is still allegedly under investigation.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Impartial? Perhaps I will be next time. Murdered? We have lost a few talents of late. I do not recall one being murdered. I do recall you being attacked. That person will not go unfound and unpunished.



Esmeralda plucks her finished cigarette butt from the holder and flicks it away from her.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Of course we will find the man who attacked you and possibly murdered another star that shall remain unnamed.



ANDI SNOW: well that puts me at ease…



She says sarcastically, shuffling through her note cards again.



ANDI SNOW: I would certainly hate for anyone else to get hurt…I mean, outside of the ring anyway…things do seem to be going a little crazy around here since your husband has been away…I mean there are the attacks…the loss of staff…then there’s you fucking Shane Mitchell…



Andi nonchalantly inspects her nails before continuing.



ANDI SNOW: Should we lighten things up with a game? How about Word Association? That one is always fun!



Esmeralda blinks in silence for a moment, obviously shocked. The facade slips quickly back into place as she smiles.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Whatever do you mean? Myself and Shane Mitchell having sexual relations? I mean, I’m not going to sit here and demean us both by denying it. I have needs and my husband is away in prison. Surely, this is something that you, of all people, would understand. How did you find out such a thing? Was it one of those repulsive mopolytes spilling secrets? I knew I should have stepped on the throat of the one that had accosted me.



ANDI SNOW: Nevermind how I found out. Personally, I don’t really give a fuck about what you do behind closed doors…However you seem to be racking up quite the reputation. I mean you allegedly {No Means No} D, you’re fucking Shane Mitchell, and apparently you’re a lesbian now too since word on the street is you also got down with Alyssa Lucci. I mean, is this how people climb the ladder around here? Shit, I want a title match too maybe I should let you eat me out next.



Sensing Esmeralda’s growing frustration, Andi relents a little.



ANDI SNOW: I guess what I’m getting at is…you’re a woman in this business. Not just any woman…you’re a woman in a leadership role. So let’s cut the bullshit and get real…girl to girl…what kind of example are you setting if you’re comparing yourself to someone like me? Don’t you think you should hold yourself to a higher standard?



Esmeralda narrows her eyes, her choler rising. She breathes in deeply and sighs, lighting another cigarette. This time she blows the smoke directly at Andi.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: You little tramp. You think you can judge me? There’s no proof that I have done anything with D or with his little woman. You want a title shot? You earn it properly like anyone else. What kind of example am I setting? I am setting the example that a strong woman gets what she desires.



Esmeralda flicks ashes onto the floor.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I am the leadership role for this company. I will do as I please.



(Waving a hand in front of her face to clear the smoke, Andi grimaces before leaning down to grab her glass of champagne. She finishes it off before calmly placing it back down on the ground table.)



ANDI SNOW: Super classy. (She says underneath her breath before addressing Esmeralda directly.) You’re right…I don’t have any proof…but as someone who grew up with Hollywood in their backyard, I just think you should know that I’ve seen better acting from the dude that dresses up as Superman on the Walk of Fame. I mean really, Esmeralda, slut shaming? That’s so beneath you.



Esmeralda stands up, plucking her still lit cigarette from the holder to hold between her middle finger and thumb.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: This entire interview is beneath me. Watch your tongue, dahling, or you’ll be facing a stiffer challenge for your return to the ring than you can imagine.



Esmeralda flicks her lit cigarette directly at Andi Snow and storms away.



ANDI SNOW: What the fuck?!



She exclaims in a surprised, high pitched tone as the cigarette butt sparks against her bare abdomen and then hits the ground. Andi instinctively springs from her seat. The legs of the director’s chair screech against the pavement before crashing to the ground. She glares at Esmeralda as she walks off camera. After a beat, Andi regains her composure and clears her throat before looking into the camera and speaking into the mic.



ANDI SNOW: You know for someone who’s been getting laid on the regular, despite the fact that her man is behind bars, that chick is really wound up wayyy to tightly. Was it something I said?…Anyway, It’s been real, y’all but I’d say it’s about time we head back to you guys at ringside. This is Andi Snow, signing off! Peace out!

[vastrix]

“Re-education (through Labour)” by Rise Against begins playing as Lex Collins arrives onto the entrance stage with the Anarchy championship belt around his waist. He makes his way down to the ring, slapping fives with a few fans on the way down to the ring. He hands the belt to the ref who holds it up for the crowd to see before giving the title to the time keeper at ringside.



Epic from Metalachi hits as the camera’s turn towards the entrance way where we see Senor Vinnie walk to the ring carrying his faithful cactus Pete in his hands while wearing an Atletico Madrid Shirt. This can be met by a large sum of boos of the mostly ex Pat fans. Senor Vinnie stops halfway and unclips his championship belt and hoists it in the air before pointing towards Bob.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’8 and weighing in at 280 pounds! Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico!!! The Anarchy champion!! Senor Vinnie!!!



Senor Vinnie kisses his championship belt before walking towards the ring while arguing with his cactus Pete, who he puts down in his corner and continues the argument.



The two men stand looking at each other.



JOSEPH GREER: This should be an interesting matchup from these two great competitors once again.



TOMMY ONIONS: When they start that it Joseph.



Almost as if on cue, Vinnie rears back and he smacks the taste out of Lex’s mouth. Lex does an about face and turns his back to Vinnie while holding his jaw. Vinnie arrogantly moves back a few feet, and he runs at Lex and takes him down with a drop kick to the back of the head. Vinnie wastes no time in going for the cover.



……………1



.…. Easy kick out by Lex.



Vinnie looks at the referee for this match, Rob Hill, and he screams a few obscenities at him. This moments lapse, allows Lex to regain his feet and turn towards Vinnie. Vinnie meanwhile pokes a finger in the eye of the Giant Lex. He head butts Lex right in the groin. Lex puts his hands on his groin for comfort, and he falls forward onto the mat. Vinnie smiles and he begins stomping on Lex’s head. After a few moments, he picks up Lex, and he gives him a hard Irish Whip into the corner. The velocity from the whip causes the Lex to come out of the corner quickly and right into a spinning heel kick from Vinnie. He goes for the cover.



…..1



…….2



……..kick out by Lex.



TOMMY ONIONS: Joseph, Vinnie seems to be taking it to Lex?



JOSEPH GREER: Duhhh!!! I’ve got eyes you fool.



Lex picks up Vinnie and he chops him hard in the chest, causing the crowd to ‘Whoo’ in awe of the sound. Lex looks at the crowd and he raises his hand in the air again, ready to chop his opponent again. Before he can, Vinnie head butts Lex right in the nose. Lex moves back a few feet, holding his nose while blood streams out of it. Vinnie immediately grabs Lex by the back of his hair, and he throws him over the top ropes and outside to the floor; Lex who is now on his knees, crawls towards the ring barrier, where he rests his hands and tries his best to get to his feet. Vinnie waits anxiously on the inside of the ring. And as soon as Lex brings himself to his feet, Vinnie comes diving through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking both men hard into the ring barrier.



JOSEPH GREER: That could have knocked them both out!



TOMMY ONIONS: Not Awoken them?



The crowd erupts in chants of ‘holy shit’ and ‘RSW’ as the two guys lie on the cold protective mats on the outside of the ring. Vinnie, understandably, is the first man to his feet. He slides back in the ring and lies on his back. With Lex getting to his feet again, this time with the help of the ring apron, Vinnie springs to his feet in a kip up, showing some athleticism, and he again bounces off the ropes. When he comes to where Lex is, on the opposite side of the ring where he started running, he goes for a baseball slide. Lex moves out of the way, just in the nick of time. Vinnie lands on his feet, and he immediately stares at Lex. Lex kicks him in the gut, and he goes for a Pump handle Slam turned into a Michinoku Driver on the hard protective mats.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh Shit!!! Sorry, but that was devastating.



JOSEPH GREER: I apologise to the viewers for Tommy’s language.



Lex gets to his feet, and he slides into the ring. The blood that began to stream down his nose is still flowing; it is now covering his entire chest. He looks at his fans and still has a smile on his face. As the referee begins counting, Vinnie rests one of his hands on the apron. When the referee reaches five, Vinnie uses every ounce of energy left in him, and he pulls himself into the ring. Lex runs at Vinnie and he gives him a small drop kick to the head. Vinnie slowly rolls into the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Vinnie’s doing everything he can to keep that strap of his.



Lex and Vinnie lockup. Lex tries for an arm bar but he counters with a clothesline by Vinnie. Lex is knocked down. Vinnie runs and hits Lex in his head with a leg drop Vinnie should try for his finisher soon. Vinnie pulls Lex to his feet. Vinnie points to the fans at ringside. They both tie up again. Vinnie takes Lex into a headlock, Lex reverses it. He pushes Vinnie into the ropes and sends him off. Lex leapfrogs over Vinnie and then springboards off the ropes and takes Vinnie down with a head butt. Lex goes for the arm bar again but Vinnie powers out again.



TOMMY ONIONS: Still too early Lex.



Lex hits a couple of right hands as he pushes Vinnie into the ropes and then whips him off. But Vinnie reverses the Irish Whip and then as Lex comes off the ropes, he snaps him over with an Arm Drag. Lex rolls through to his feet and charges at Vinnie, who snaps him over with another Arm Drag, this time he holds on with a Sitting Reverse Arm bar. Lex pulls himself up to his feet. Vinnie keeps the arm wrench locked on. Lex rolls through, he kips up and then reverses the arm wrench into a Hammerlock and then pushes Vinnie off to the ropes again and bounces off the opposite ropes with a High Leg Clothesline. Vinnie goes down. Lex goes for the arm bar again but it is reversed by Vinnie………Lex fights his way out of it, grabbing the ropes.



TOMMY ONIONS: A fast paced matchup for sure.



JOSEPH GREER: Yeah, definitely.



Vinnie pulls Lex to his feet. He kicks Lex in the face and he staggers backwards into the turnbuckle. Vinnie hits a couple of Martial Arts Kicks to the stomach and then runs up him to deliver a big move. But Lex sees it coming and dodges out the way by running the ropes again and hits a shoulder charge to Vinnie. Lex grabs the legs and holds on for an ankle lock…….but Vinnie kicks him in the face with his free leg.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is a difficult match for both guys, there’s a lot on the line for both guys.



JOSEPH GREER: You said both guys twice.



A groggy Vinnie pulls Lex up to his feet. He delivers a Scoop Slam and comes off the ropes, but is surprised to see Lex kip up and then snap him over with a Monkey Flip. Vinnie rolls through to his feet, shaking his head for a moment. Lex kicks him in the gut while he is momentarily stunned and then he sends Vinnie to the ropes and then knocks him down with another High Leg Clothesline. Lex goes back to the arm bar but he’s too near to the ropes.



JOSEPH GREER: He wants to make him tap.



Lex pulls him up into a headlock, but Vinnie gets a couple of elbow thrusts to the gut and breaks the hold. Vinnie hits a couple of right hands and then lifts Lex up into another Scoop Slam, but Lex counters and goes behind into a Full Nelson, he is trying to Suplex Vinnie, but Vinnie blocks it. Lex eventually counters out by rolling out. Vinnie grabs Lex into a Front Chancellery and then goes for a Back Drop, but Lex rolls out and lands behind Vinnie. He delivers a swift forearm to the back and then hooks the waist and delivers a Snap German Suplex.



TOMMY ONIONS: Words cannot describe this matchup…….



JOSEPH GREER: A classic match Tommy, I’d say this could be up for their best match?



Lex gets up, runs the ropes and drops an elbow on Vinnie; he gets back up and drops another elbow. He then delivers a quick Leg drop to Vinnie’s chest. He then drags him towards the corner and starts to climb up facing the crowd. He stands up on the top turnbuckle and then goes for Tornado DDT, but Vinnie reverses it in mid-air. Lex groggily gets up holding his head. Vinnie is up and hooks Lex from behind and delivers another DDT. Vinnie grabs him in another arm bar but is also too close to the ropes. Vinnie pulls him up to his feet and hits a few right hands until he is in the turnbuckle. Vinnie then lifts him up to the top. He then grabs one of Lex’s legs, looking for a Superplex. But Lex gets in a couple of right hands and knocks Vinnie back down to the canvas. He then stands up and catches Vinnie with a Flying Cross Body as he gets back up. Lex lands on Vinnie and tries to go back to the arm bar. But Vinnie somehow fights him off.



JOSEPH GREER: Wow man, wow!!!!



Lex gets to his feet. Still a little dazed. Vinnie gets up as well. Lex goes for a kick to the gut, but Vinnie catches his foot. He spins it around and then pushes Lex towards the ropes. Lex springs off the ropes and then takes Vinnie down with a high impact Spear. Lex goes back to the arm bar; Vinnie seems to be fighting it.



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s nearly busting that arm back on itself!!!!



Lex slides to the apron as Vinnie gets to his feet. He then springs over the ropes onto the middle rope and then springs off with a diving head butt taking Vinnie down and he rolls through to his feet. Lex quickly comes off the ropes and hits a dropkick to his face and then quickly moves into another arm bar but Vinnie sees it coming and reverses it dragging him into the centre of the ring and locking it in tight. Lex gets his foot to the ropes and the referee breaks it up.



TOMMY ONIONS: Cheap, very cheap.



JOSEPH GREER: Well not really, I mean you could probably get a truck between them when they are on opposite sides of the ring. But it is a classic match man!



TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t get cocky with me; you know exactly what I meant.



Lex charges taking Vinnie down with a spear; Lex pulls Vinnie up to his feet. But he breaks free and kicks Lex in the gut. Vinnie then gets a couple of kicks to the gut and then backs off and goes for a Tomahawk Chop. But Lex comes to life and catches the hand of Vinnie over his shoulder, locked with his arms while he grabs Vinnie and hits a Tornado DDT. Lex immediately tells Vinnie to get to his feet. He runs the ropes twice and hits Vinnie with a High Leg Clothesline. Lex goes back to the same arm this time he twists it behind him trying to wrench the shoulder. Vinnie elbows him with his free arm before falling to the mat. Lex then pulls Vinnie up into a sitting position and then runs the ropes once again slamming Vinnie in the face with a dropkick. The referee checks Vinnie and asks him if he wants to give up. Vinnie says no. Vinnie slowly regains his feet and looks at Lex. He draws a line on the mat with his feet. Lex nods knowing this is it. Lex charges towards Vinnie ducking under a Clothesline. The two exchange rights as the crowd cheer along. Vinnie hits a head butt on Lex.



TOMMY ONIONS: Ouch that hurt?



He locks up with Lex and hits a devastating DDT. Vinnie drives his head into the mat. Lex is taken down. He rolls up Lex.



…1



….. …..2



………….3



The referee goes to raise Vinnie’s arm but Vinnie pulls it away.

[vastrix]

“Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie begins playing as Havok walks out to the cheering of the fans. He waves to a few of the fans before making his way down to the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Eddie looks pumped for this Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Speaking of being pumped my lady visitor will be waiting for me right about now.



JOSEPH GREER: Stop sulking Tommy. You heard it, this is Eddie Havok’s big chance, finally his chance to face opposition worthy of him.



Eddie’s music stops, replaced by Fools Gold by the Stone Roses.



Shane steps out onto the entrance ramp only instead of heading towards the ring he gestures for the music to stop.



SHANE MITCHELL: What Eddie, you didn’t think you were fighting for this did you?



He points to his belt.



SHANE MITCHELL: I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding Eddie. What I said earlier tonight was you should fight someone more suited to your true level.



‘Loser’ by ‘Beck’ plays and through the entrance curtain emerges Total Mopper.



JOSEPH GREER: What the…It’s a mopolyte!



TOMMY ONIONS: I could have been balls deep in a filipino hooker by now and instead I’m watching a jobber match!



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, word in my ear tells me Total Mopper has a record of just one win and 274 losses, and his only win came against a one armed dwarf with a broken leg. Mopper’s ineptitude in the ring is that of legend!



TOMMY ONIONS: Well, Mitchell did say Eddie would get to fight someone more on his level tonight.



Mopper trips over twice on his way to the ring, evidently unable to contain his excitement at making his RSW debut. Eddie Havok hurls abuse towards Shane, furious at being made fun of and having his dreams of a title shot shattered.



Reaching the ring Total Mopper bends down to climb through the ropes banging his head on the second turnbuckle in the process. He rubs his head before trying again, this time tripping up and falling flat on his face – at least this time he’s made it into the ring.



Eddie Havok looks enraged and looks straight past Mopper down the aisle at Shane, beckoning him to come down to the ring. Shane simply smiles.



The unofficial bout gets underway as Mopper rushes at Havok with an attack that isn’t completely obvious what maneuver he’s trying to pull off. Whatever Mopper was attempting fails miserably as Havok simply dodges to one side sending Mopper stumbling clumsily into the ropes. Mopper staggers back towards Havok who grabs him around the waist and delivers a crushing ‘Fall of Havok’.



Havok stands and nonchalantly stares at Mitchell as he places his boot onto the chest of Total Mopper to claim the easiest victory of his career. Shane applauds in a manner that’s clearly mocking Havok. Eddie who can be petulant and easily angered at the best of times loses his temper. He climbs down to ringside to retrieve a steel chair before returning to the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: This doesn’t look good for the mopolyte Tommy. Eddie Havok looks as wound up as I’ve ever seen him.



TOMMY ONIONS: Can you blame him, he stuck around for this? I’m nearly ready to deliver a chair shot or two as well!



Havok gestures for Mitchell to come down to the ring but Shane simply laughs and turns his back on him as he leisurely steps back through the entrance curtain. Frustrated Eddie raises the chair above his head and slams it down on Total Mopper. He delivers chair shot after chair shot, over and over again raining blows down on the unconscious mopolyte that echo around the arena, every hit getting louder than the last.



JOSEPH GREER: This is horrific by Eddie Havok, someone needs to stop this and quick.



TOMMY ONIONS: Hey this is the most offense I’ve ever seen Eddie Havok deliver, let the guy enjoy himself.



JOSEPH GREER: Why doesn’t Mitchell stop this, it’s him who sent Mopper down to receive this beating. He must have known what would happen when he tormented Havok like that. Eddie Havok has lost control, he looks like he wants to kill someone right now and if someone doesn’t intervene soon he just might!



Finally four mopolytes run down to the ring and reach beneath the ropes, dragging the lifeless Mopper out of the ring just as Eddie brings down yet another chair shot that slams into the canvas where Moppers throat would have been.



With an arm and legs each the mopolytes scurry away with their fallen comrade as Eddie continues stalking the ring ranting and raving at Mitchell who is long gone.



JOSEPH GREER: Well folks, I don’t think that’s the last we’ll hear of this. Eddie Havok has never wanted to get his hands on the champion more than he does right now.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s all we have time for, goodbye.



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, we’ve got time to…oh forget it folks he’s gone. See you at Anarchy 48!