..:: AXW: Anonymous TV | 24/06/19 | LIVE ::..
Jun 11, 2019 5:23:38 GMT -5
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Post by Mav. on Jun 11, 2019 5:23:38 GMT -5
ANONYMOUS XTREME WRESTLING PRESENTS:
..::ANONYMOUS TV::..
.::Live from The Legion, London, England::.
.::24th June, 2019::.
.::0:00 AM - Live on the XHF Network::.
The camera pans around the arena, where a few hundred to a thousand loyal AXW fans are packed tightly into the legion, stomping and cheering for the high profile event about to go down. The camera pans down to ringside, where Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn are seated ringside, big grins on their faces as they begin to speak.
Derrick Donovan: Good evening folks and welcome to another episode of AXW Anonymous TV!
BB Gunn: We're here, we're underground and we sure ain't here to fuck about!
Derrick Donovan: Wow, the language is starting early with you, huh?
BB Gunn: Sure as shit, Dono! We've got a meaty card for you tonight boys and girls, so let's get t-
BB Gunn stops mid speech as he's interrupted by the lights dimming and the opening chords to "St Patrick" by PVRIS ring out over the speakers.
Derrick Donovan: Here we go!
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 dress slacks and an all black hoodie which restricts the view of his face, he surveys his surroundings, largely ignoring the crowd as he steps towards the top of the ramp. Staring ahead of him, offering little but a trademark smirk he places his right foot forward and takes to a knee then pauses before flinging back his hood with his right hand. Arnold stares straight ahead towards the ring once more, before slowly standing and walking confidently down the ramp.
"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)"
Arnold heads straight for the opposite corner and climbs the second turnbuckle and smirks, before slowly raising his arms out wide. Another smirk, and he hops back down, removing his hoodie and grabbing a microphone from the ringside crew.
"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 dress slacks and an all black hoodie which restricts the view of his face, he surveys his surroundings, largely ignoring the crowd as he steps towards the top of the ramp. Staring ahead of him, offering little but a trademark smirk he places his right foot forward and takes to a knee then pauses before flinging back his hood with his right hand. Arnold stares straight ahead towards the ring once more, before slowly standing and walking confidently down the ramp.
"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)"
Arnold heads straight for the opposite corner and climbs the second turnbuckle and smirks, before slowly raising his arms out wide. Another smirk, and he hops back down, removing his hoodie and grabbing a microphone from the ringside crew.
Arnold slowly paces the ring as the music dies down, the crowd are buzzing to see AXW’s Enforcer, and he is wearing his characteristic smirk.
Rob Arnold: Oh it’s good to be back in an AXW ring…
The crowd cheers.
Rob Arnold: So I’ve been away and doing some thinking, because as you know, July is a big month in our AXW calender, and indeed the XHF Network calender as well. Not only do we have Night of Anonymous II, but we have Night of Champions 10 coming up and man we are going to have some fun both nights!
Rob smirks again but keeps pacing.
Rob Arnold: However that means I have had some decisions to make, and the first is about Night of Anonymous. Two weeks ago we crowned a new number one contender to Brad Swann’s European Championship, Joel Hawkfield. I can start us off tonight by saying that these two will go one on one at Night of Anonymous!
Derek Donovan: We had heard that this may be the case BB, but there’s the confirmation!
Rob Arnold: So that’s the European Title scene, but what about the AXW Undisputed Title match for Night of Champions?
Rob stops pacing and stands firm in the middle of the ring.
Rob Arnold: Yes, what of our premier title? Anthony Caffrey still holds the title but everybody and their mother’s seem to want a shot at him as of late. If I’m honest, very few of these people have given me enough reason to give them a shot at Caffrey, and that includes Blake Luthor, who does have a shot at some point, though it will not be at Night of Champions.
Darlene Price is after a shot, and following her victory over Blake Luthor, I’m beginning to think that she may have what it takes. However, I want her to earn it. So at Night of Anonymous, Darlene Price will face an opponent to be determined in two weeks’ time for a shot at the AXW Undisputed Title.
BB Gunn: He’s barely been out here two minutes Dono and we have two matches for Night of Anonymous. Rob Arnold may be insanely dangerous but he’s no fool!
Rob Arnold: So who faces Caffrey at Night of Champions then? I’ve had to really consider this, there were a few options. I could have selected The Anomaly after his performance at Battle of the Best…
The crowd cheer.
Rob Arnold: However I don’t think he’s truly earned it...I could have brought an XHF Legend out of retirement, I’ve got Snake on speed dial, I’ve got Scorpion on speed dial, hell I haven’t got Shogun-Tron on speed dial but I could have brought him in. Then I thought if I was to bring somebody out of retirement…
Rob pauses and smirks again, looking at the crowd tellingly.
Derek Donovan: He can’t mean…!
Rob Arnold: I mean, I’ve never had the chance to win the AXW Undisputed Title…
The crowd cheer, a small “Robbie’s Gonna Kill You” chant even starts, which causes the former X*Crown Champion to laugh.
Rob Arnold: However no, I’m not going to do that, because the person I have selected to face Anthony Caffrey at Night of Champions was really the stand out candidate. This man was one of the first people who wanted to sign here when I took over, and since his arrival has already carried on the success he’s had over the past eighteen months he’s been on the XHF Network. Ladies and gentlemen, facing Caffrey at Night of Champions is Bobby Barratt!
Rob Arnold: Oh it’s good to be back in an AXW ring…
The crowd cheers.
Rob Arnold: So I’ve been away and doing some thinking, because as you know, July is a big month in our AXW calender, and indeed the XHF Network calender as well. Not only do we have Night of Anonymous II, but we have Night of Champions 10 coming up and man we are going to have some fun both nights!
Rob smirks again but keeps pacing.
Rob Arnold: However that means I have had some decisions to make, and the first is about Night of Anonymous. Two weeks ago we crowned a new number one contender to Brad Swann’s European Championship, Joel Hawkfield. I can start us off tonight by saying that these two will go one on one at Night of Anonymous!
Derek Donovan: We had heard that this may be the case BB, but there’s the confirmation!
Rob Arnold: So that’s the European Title scene, but what about the AXW Undisputed Title match for Night of Champions?
Rob stops pacing and stands firm in the middle of the ring.
Rob Arnold: Yes, what of our premier title? Anthony Caffrey still holds the title but everybody and their mother’s seem to want a shot at him as of late. If I’m honest, very few of these people have given me enough reason to give them a shot at Caffrey, and that includes Blake Luthor, who does have a shot at some point, though it will not be at Night of Champions.
Darlene Price is after a shot, and following her victory over Blake Luthor, I’m beginning to think that she may have what it takes. However, I want her to earn it. So at Night of Anonymous, Darlene Price will face an opponent to be determined in two weeks’ time for a shot at the AXW Undisputed Title.
BB Gunn: He’s barely been out here two minutes Dono and we have two matches for Night of Anonymous. Rob Arnold may be insanely dangerous but he’s no fool!
Rob Arnold: So who faces Caffrey at Night of Champions then? I’ve had to really consider this, there were a few options. I could have selected The Anomaly after his performance at Battle of the Best…
The crowd cheer.
Rob Arnold: However I don’t think he’s truly earned it...I could have brought an XHF Legend out of retirement, I’ve got Snake on speed dial, I’ve got Scorpion on speed dial, hell I haven’t got Shogun-Tron on speed dial but I could have brought him in. Then I thought if I was to bring somebody out of retirement…
Rob pauses and smirks again, looking at the crowd tellingly.
Derek Donovan: He can’t mean…!
Rob Arnold: I mean, I’ve never had the chance to win the AXW Undisputed Title…
The crowd cheer, a small “Robbie’s Gonna Kill You” chant even starts, which causes the former X*Crown Champion to laugh.
Rob Arnold: However no, I’m not going to do that, because the person I have selected to face Anthony Caffrey at Night of Champions was really the stand out candidate. This man was one of the first people who wanted to sign here when I took over, and since his arrival has already carried on the success he’s had over the past eighteen months he’s been on the XHF Network. Ladies and gentlemen, facing Caffrey at Night of Champions is Bobby Barratt!
Motherfucker of the Year starts playing over the sound system. The fans start to cheer in anticipation as purple lights swirl around the arena. When the opening riff kicks in with the rest of the band, all of the house lights come up, illuminating the entire arena in a swathe of Purple as Bobby Barratt appears on the stage. The fans go crazy as he allows their cheers to wash over him for a second before heading down to the ring. He heads down to the ring with a plodding intensity that sees him walk past the fans, focused on the match ahead. Bobby hops to the apron and wipes his feet before springing over the top rope and taking in the adoration of the fans.
Bobby paces around the ring. He drinks in the reaction of the crowd.
Bobby: Well, well, well.... So it's set. Night of Champions, the biggest stage of all in the XHF Network, Bobby Barratt put in the request to stake his End of Days contract against the AXW Undisputed Championship you hold! Rob Arnold was only too happy to take my request into consideration.
BB Gunn: Oh my God!!
Bobby: Let's face it Caffrey, you've been a fucking thorn in my side since before I was even a member of the AXW roster and before I even knew who you were, so it's set. AXW's biggest Undisputed Title match to date...Bobby Barratt takes on Anthony Caffrey in the battle to end all battles at XHF's Night of Champions! This battle will be....
Bobby hands the mic to Robbie. They both lean into it and speak together.
Bobby and Robbie: ICONIC!!
"Motherfucker of the Year" plays as Bobby and Robbie shake hands and we go to a break before the next match.
Introducing first, he is from Highbridge Kentucky and weighs in at 245 pounds. He is "The Outlaw" Tommy Holiday!!
Bobby paces around the ring. He drinks in the reaction of the crowd.
Bobby: Well, well, well.... So it's set. Night of Champions, the biggest stage of all in the XHF Network, Bobby Barratt put in the request to stake his End of Days contract against the AXW Undisputed Championship you hold! Rob Arnold was only too happy to take my request into consideration.
BB Gunn: Oh my God!!
Bobby: Let's face it Caffrey, you've been a fucking thorn in my side since before I was even a member of the AXW roster and before I even knew who you were, so it's set. AXW's biggest Undisputed Title match to date...Bobby Barratt takes on Anthony Caffrey in the battle to end all battles at XHF's Night of Champions! This battle will be....
Bobby hands the mic to Robbie. They both lean into it and speak together.
Bobby and Robbie: ICONIC!!
"Motherfucker of the Year" plays as Bobby and Robbie shake hands and we go to a break before the next match.
Introducing first, he is from Highbridge Kentucky and weighs in at 245 pounds. He is "The Outlaw" Tommy Holiday!!
"Number 7" by Tom MacDonald begins to play out through the PA system, after a few seconds the beat hits ont he track and the curtains explode open as The Outlaw Tommy Holiday rushes out, Hockey Mask on and Crimson baseball bat swinging wildly at his side. He pauses at the top of the ramp for a moment taunting the crowd before making his way towards the ring. Pausing periodically to pull the bat back as if about to hit a fan. Once he is withing eight or so feet of the ring he takes off at a quicker pace and slides into the ring.
Tommy slides around to his hips and pops up onto his feet quicky, rushing forward to perch himself on the middle rope. He holds the bat out towards the crowd as he lifts the hockey mask off his face revealing himself. After a few seconds of jeering at the crowd and making rude jestures with the mask and or bat at them, he hops back to the center of the ring to turn and wait for the opponent.
Tommy slides around to his hips and pops up onto his feet quicky, rushing forward to perch himself on the middle rope. He holds the bat out towards the crowd as he lifts the hockey mask off his face revealing himself. After a few seconds of jeering at the crowd and making rude jestures with the mask and or bat at them, he hops back to the center of the ring to turn and wait for the opponent.
His opponent, he is from The Darkness and weighs in at 203 pounds. He is "The Vampiric Prince" Vincent Draven!!
The lights go dark for a few moments as the titantron shows a bright moon illuminating the room, then the song starts with an eerie twilight glow in the arena as Draven in his long cloak. He makes his way towards the ring with a evil smile on his face.
His eyes survey the crowd, feeding off their fear and hatred of him with a smug look. He then turns back to his Tommy Holiday and hisses, baring his sharp fangs as a threat. He then laughs with amusement at their reaction.
Once he slowly crawls through the ropes, he pulls off his cloak to reveal himself. He raises his arms then bows his head in a mocking manner towards the crowd before getting ready.
His eyes survey the crowd, feeding off their fear and hatred of him with a smug look. He then turns back to his Tommy Holiday and hisses, baring his sharp fangs as a threat. He then laughs with amusement at their reaction.
Once he slowly crawls through the ropes, he pulls off his cloak to reveal himself. He raises his arms then bows his head in a mocking manner towards the crowd before getting ready.
[...DING!! DING!!...]
Draven and Holiday immediately run into the centre of the ring and start raining punches down on one another. Rights, lefts and elbows rain down from what seems to be a cloud of flailing limbs and eventually Draven seems to get the upper hand, but a second or two later, Holiday retaliates with a thumb to the eye! Draven reels backwards into the ropes and tries to get his stance back but Holiday is right on him as the Referee yells on to stop.
[..ONE!..]
[..TWO!..]
[..THR-..]
Holiday breaks the grapple at the ropes but the damage is done. Draven is struggling to get his vision back and Holiday just tells the Referee "I've got until Five and you're lucky I didn't use it, bitch!"
BB Gunn: Holiday isn't messing around tonight!
Derrick Donovan: Luckily the Referee knows how personal this bout has got with Holiday's attack recently and hasn't thrown this out already!
Holiday finally gets away from the Referee and is blindsided by Draven, who got his footing back and leathered Holiday in the side of the skull with a wild clothesline. Holiday hits the deck hard! Draven gives Holiday a share of shots to make up for the eye rake before grabbing Holiday by the head and trying to bite him!
BB Gunn: What the fuck?!
Derrick Donovan: Language! But I agree! Draven knows that a bite is an auto-disqualification!
BB Gunn: Vampire or not, you're smarter than that, Vincent!
The two tussle as Draven still has the head of Holiday in his hands, his teeth draw nearer to the forehead of Holiday and the Referee continues to scream at Draven to lay off the bite before it's too late. All of a sudden, Holiday headbutts Draven! Draven crumples to the floor holding his mouth and Holiday is busted open!
Derrick Donovan: Holiday went for the desperation headbutt there and ended up hitting Draven's teeth, so it seems!
Holiday checks his forehead and sees the blood, then wipes it across his chest, while Draven lays on his back and licks his lips. The taste of Holiday's blood is in his mouth and he has a taste for it! Holiday grabs Draven by the hair, but as he does, Draven's right boot swings up and catches Holiday in the back of the head! Holiday drops onto his arse as Draven tries to make the cover by throwing himself at Tommy!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO-KICKOUT!...]
Derrick Donovan: Near fall there from Draven and Holiday almost ended up biting the dust early!
BB Gunn: Biting...you really had to go there, huh?
Draven is back on the offence, pulling Tommy to his feet and setting up a suplex. Holiday fights back but Draven gives him a knee to the midsection before managing to haul him up for a vertical suplex. Both men crash to the ground and again, Draven goes for the cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: Draven does not look happy!
Draven rips the bandana off Holiday's head and chokes him with it, the Referee manages to haul him off Holiday's neck and take the bandana to the ring crew, but as he does, Draven bites the neck of Tommy Holiday! Holiday writhes in pain as Draven relinquishes the bite just in time before the Referee turns around.
BB Gunn: This match is so personal! Tommy laid out Draven last show and it looks like Draven wants to extract his pound of flesh....literally!
Draven takes a stance facing away from Holiday, who is struggling to his feet and clutching at his neck. As he gets to his feet, Draven turns around swinging his right foot, but Holiday manages to avoid it and lays in several shops across the chest of Draven! Draven's chest is welting up instantly! Draven tries to retaliate with a right hand of his own, but Holday avoids it! He grabs the legs of Draven from behind and hauls him up for the Highbridge Slam, but Draven manages to slip off his back! Draven tries to haul Holiday up on his shoulders for Nevermore, he does so after a lot of grunting, but Holiday rolls through in a Victory Roll style pin and grabs a handful of the ropes!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING!! DING!!...]
Derrick Donovan: Holiday did it!
BB Gunn: Not without the assist from the ropes there and I dare say that this won't be the last we see of these two tearing it up!
Number 7 starts playing again, but only for a few bars as all of a sudden, the music cuts out. There's confusion with the crowd for a few seconds before they erupt into cheers as Rob Arnold walks out onto the stage again! He has a mic in hand and Tommy Holiday doesn't look happy!
Rob Arnold: Hey woah there big lad! You two just tore the place down and it's the first match of the night!
Holiday does nothing apart from stare a hole through the Enforcer.
Rob Arnold: Now I was watching this match, just like I do every match and there's reason for it. Next month, AXW are fighting for the X*Crown again as a part of the Night of Champions 10 festivities. What you two just displayed was the fight I want to see from our representative. The fact that let's face it, we all know you just got the assist from the middle rope there, but I let it stand because that's the mentality we need to see if the X-Crown is to return to it's rightful home here in AXW!
The crowd cheer. They want the X*Crown back and they aren't making any secret of it.
Rob Arnold: That's why Tommy Holiday, due to you being the man that comes out on top in this match, I'm making the call and sending you to Overheated as our representative! You'll fly the AXW flag and I expect you to give it every bit of fight you just showed and more! Coming from someone who has held the X*Crown, you'll need that if you have even the slightest chance of surviving this fight. Let alone winning it! Don't disappoint me!
With that, Rob Arnold drops the mic and Number 7 by Tom MacDonald hits again as the camera focusses on the face of Tommy Holiday nodding in agreement as blood still seeps down his face and we go to a break!
The tron lights up to the shock of everyone in the crowd. We are greeted to a cameraman running into the catering area.
BB Gunn: What is going on?
Derrick Donovan: I don’t know this isn’t on the lineup for tonight!
The cameraman is stopped by a body being hurled out of the way and crashing into the camera. We hear screams as people run. The camera is picked up as we see a ball of hair bent over the punch bowl. A head is pulled out dripping with punch as a hairy arm is lifted to throw the detritus off his lips with a hearty wipe and flick. The camera gets drops of red punch all over it.
Derrick Donovan: BB is that…?
BB Gunn: It’s Primal! But what is he doing he isn’t even on the card tonight.
He wheels around and tosses a security guard away. Another runs up to him.
Guard: Mr. Primal sir you aren’t on the card, catering is for the contracted talen… OH GOD!
Primal hits a devastating headbutt on the man who crumples.
: I don’t recall asking for the opinions of lesser men vermin. Now be gone. Go back to scurrying around while I take my dinner. I …
He notices the camera and a smug smile appears through the mask.
: Well … well well it seems I am found out. But what can I say. Management hasn’t exactly rolled out the red carpet for me after what I did to their longest reigning European Champion. Garbage. I deserve to be held on a pedestal as the epitome of what humanity should strive to be. And all this fuss and folly because I deflated their demon.
He shoves over the table and catches a turkey leg on the way down.
: Well consider it a mission statement. Dreadvan had grown complacent and weak. He could have been a model for humanity but he kept lying to himself. He kept pretending to be a demon and warning of caution. Buddy let me tell you if you were really a demon you wouldn’t dally with warnings. If you were really a man … you wouldn’t hide behind the mask of the demon. You’d embrace the trappings of being a pure human being. You’d embrace the guts, the gut, the glory, the grime, the grit, the … well … the humanity of it all. Real men … we don’t hide. We don’t pretend to be that which we are not and if society causes us to be stuck behind a mask we apply a filter, a true face to show what the mask is supposed to hide.
He charges the camera man and hits the Corrosion of Conformity. The cameraman is down and the camera flies and shatters but keeps recording. A blurred vision of the masked face comes into view then fills the screen as he gets right up to the cracked lens.
: When you are ready to stop playing and show me that true humanity behind all that lard … come find me.
The tron goes black as he stomps the camera.
Derrick Donovan: M.A.N.A.G.E.M.E.N.T. is not going to be happy.
BB Gunn: Someone get Rob Arnold! Someone get Dreadvan. Someone get someone! He ruined the punch bowl!!
Absolute Zero by Stone Sour starts to play over the speakers, Darlene comes out at the "The bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me" eyeing the crowd for a second before she makes her way down to the ring, high-fiveing a few random fans here and there, she circles the ring slowly as her song plays, she then steps back, runs and slides onto the ring apron on her knee at "I can bleed if I want to bleed" she rests her back on the top rope her arms draped over it, she sticks her tongue out to the crowd, she then throws her arms out into the crucifix pose at "You're looking at an absolute zero I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero" She then turns and leaps into the ring, tossing her jean vest off either out of the ring or towards her opponent if they are already in the ring. She goes to her corner and starts to stretch legs waiting for the match to start.
Alpha: Introducing first, "Absolute Zero" Darlene Price!
Derrick Donovan: Darlene Price coming off a big victory two weeks ago, and looks like she want's Caffrey.
BB Gunn: As do others, Rob Arnold is scouting for contenders and she'll be Priority Number One.
The horns starts, and the lights cut, Suddenly the words "Time for Bed" Echo throughout the arena. Raymond appears on the ramp dress in his PJ's and makes his way to the ring. He yawns before entering the ring, and getting ready for the match.
Alpha: And her opponent, "The King of Broken Dreams" Raymond Harding!
BB Gunn: And here is someone trying to scratch their way into the title picture.
Derrick Donovan: Harding's got a lot to prove, a win over Darlene Price would be huge for him.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Darlene kicks things off with an Arm Drag, she goes for the Fash Stomp but Harding rolls out of the way. He gets back to his feet and picks up Darlene, looking to hit Sheet Set but she turns it into another Arm Drag. Darlene keeps a hold of the arm and places Harding in an Arm Bar, she keeps it locked in but Harding overpowers and lifts up Darlene with the arm and hits a Sit Out Powerbomb. Harding picks her up once more, Jackknife Powerbomb!
Derrick Donovan: Jackknife! Dar's head bounced off the apron, and the tides have turned early on.
BB Gunn: Knowing Dar... She can bounce back, it's only the start of the match, Dono.
Harding goes for another Jackknife and Darlene hits the mat harder, Harding goes for the pin, hooking both legs.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
Darlene kicks out, Harding picks up Darlene and looks to go for the Fallaway Slam again but he lifts her into the vertical Suplex position.
NIGHTMARE BUSTER
(Deadlift Brainbuster)
Another pinfall on Darlene...
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...TH- KICKOUT...]
Derrick Donovan: Ooooh, very close call there.
Again, Darlene kicks out. Harding looks to go for the kill, lifting her onto his shoulder and ready to apply Traumatic Episode, his Torture Rack finisher. Darlene slides down his back, grabs the wrist from behind and spinning him around.
GIVE'EM THE BOOT
(Wristlock Pele Kick)
BB Gunn: Comeback Dar!
Derrick Donovan: The Pele Kick!
Harding is still on his feet. Darlene turns him around again, the wristlock still in place.
GIVE'EM THE BOOT
Harding falls back into the corner, Darlene takes a few steps back and looks for a Corner Splash but Harding catches her in Mid Air, holding her up like she's a child. Harding throws her up in the air.
BED TIME FO-
...
RU486!!
(RKO)
Derrick Donovan: RU486! Out of nowhere!
BB Gunn: Oh my god! What a counter!
Darlene makes the cover.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE...]
Alpha: Here is your winner, "Absolute Zero" Darlene Price!
Derrick Donovan: What a win for Darlene, and Rob Arnold is surely smiling from ear to ear.
BB Gunn: And hopefully Caffrey's watching too, we might get our first ever female AXW Champion.
Derrick Donovan: Time will tell, BB.
We cut to Rob Arnold’s office where he is once again staring at his canvas print of Goldbear II, clearly deep in thought. This is broken however when the door can be heard to open and close, and he turns around to face the European Champion, Brad Swann.
Rob Arnold: Swann, good to see you. I trust you saw my announcement earlier?
Brad Swann: *grunts* What about it?
Rob Arnold: Just to make you aware, headlining Night of Anonymous...you’ll need to tear it up like somebody else in this room did last year.
Arnold smirks, Swann looks a little pissed off at the remark.
Brad Swann: You doubting me, old-timer?
Swann lets off a little smirk and cackle, Arnold seems to brush right past the comment.
Rob Arnold: Well the main reason I wanted to speak to you is that since you won that title, I don’t know if it’s former holder, Dreadvan, is going to come back for you. He’s been rather quiet as of late, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing for you.
Brad Swann: You think I'm afraid of Dreadvan?! Pfffffft, he can barely walk let alone wrestle... and I'm pretty sure it was put into place that automatic rematch clauses do not happen in AXW? I'm not scared...
Rob Arnold: Understood. Well-
With that, there is a large thud at the door to the office which prompts both Arnold and Swann to look at the door, then each other, and then back at the door. Arnold holds his hand up to Swann and slowly approaches the door, as he does, there is clearly a commotion going on outside. Arnold slows his approach, which is fortunate as suddenly a security guard comes crashing through the door which has swung open from the impact. The guard lands pretty much at Arnold’s feet however this doesn’t move Rob at all, instead he steps over the fallen man and carefully approaches the door. Shouting and screaming can be heard and as he gets within a foot, “The Nightmare” Dreadvan appears, being held desperately back by security. The camera can just pick up a number of fallen bodies behind as three men essentially wedge themselves and Dreadvan in the door frame.
Dreadvan: I want that son of a bitch, I want to rip his head off!
Van is gesticulating both arms, trying to half fight off the men around him but generally in an angered state. Arnold folds his arms and looks unmoved.
Rob Arnold: Well Dreadvan you cannot have Brad Swann, not until he’s faced Joel Hawkfield anyway.
Dreadvan snarls.
Dreadvan: Not that freak. I want that son of a bitch, Primal!
Rob’s arms unfold and he places his hands on his hips.
Rob Arnold: Why didn’t you say that in the first place? Yes, I can arrange that. Next time just come and ask me you maniac. You could have broken the door with all this aggravation, and god knows how many new security guards I’m going to have to find now you’ve broken half of them!
Dreadvan’s rage begins to calm, and a sinister smile creeps across his face.
Rob Arnold: Now fuck off and try not to break anything else!
Dreadvan doesn’t even look at Arnold, having got his way, he leaves quietly, much to the security guards’ relief. Rob turns back to Swann and shrugs.
Rob Arnold: Maybe you haven’t got to worry about him for now.
Swann looks very startled at the abrupt appearance of Dreadvan.
Brad Swann: *grunts* N- not like I was s- scared of him anyways...
Swann decides to leave, stepping over the fallen security guard and closing the door behind him.
Voice: Man you get some crazy shit going on in this place.
Arnold looks over in the corner.
Rob Arnold: Compared to the shit we’ve dealt with in the past, this is easy.
He smirks, the camera pans around to the corner to reveal JFK, sat comfy with a beer in his hand.
JFK: I’ll take your word for it. Now, about that bear...
MANTRA plays through the PA as Liam Bradley makes his way to the ring, sporting the black fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to ringside and enters the ring, streamers thrown into the ring as he slowly spins around with his arms stretched out.
Derrick Donovan: Liam's career has been fluctuating lately, he hasn't been able to maintain a steady growth or decay in the rankings.
The arena falls silent, and the opening riffs to "A New Level" by Pantera play. The crowd roars with cheers, and from behind the curtain steps The Anomoly, enjoying and soaking in the reactions. They chant his name as he walks down the aisle, barely looking at those ringside who beg for his acknowledgement. He reaches the ringside area, climbing the steps and casually looking around, before stepping through the ropes and leaning against the corner, smiling.
BB Gunn: Anomoly's career hasn't been steady either, but he's ready to pick up more steam after his efforts in the Flight of the Future match just a week ago at Battle of the Best!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Anomoly stands there, loosening up his joints and staring hard at Liam Bradley. Liam just leans up on the top rope, kicked back and gazing at the ceiling. This proves to be a fatal error, as Anomoly runs at him and hops onto the second rope, bouncing and driving his knees right into the gut of Liam. Liam falls to the mat, and Anomoly just turns to the crowd, spreading his arms out to soak in the cheers.
Derrick Donovan: Anomoly's had three matches this year, and he hasn't lost a step!
BB Gunn: His return at Battle of the Best showed the world that he hadn't lost a step in his 6 months of sitting at home.
Anomoly turns to Liam, who's pulling himself to his feet in the corner. Anomoly runs with a forearm to the face of Liam, but holds him up by the haw and leans him back. Anomoly then begins to lay into Bradley's chest with some devastating chops, turning his chest beet red.
Crowd: Woo!
Derrick Donovan: Woo!
BB Gunn: Woo!
Anomoly shushes the crowd, rearing back for one last big chop... and pats the side of Liam's face. He laughs with the crowd, and poses as the crowd roars out:
Crowd: TAKE IT EASY!
The Anomoly: Take. It. Easy!
He taps the side of his head, and as the ref turns to get a better angle of the action Liam lands a square kick into the family-less family jewels of Anomoly!
Derrick Donovan: Dirty Deeds by the Villain!
BB Gunn: It's like they say Dono, the hero is only as good as the villain they're tasked to slay!
With Anomoly bent over on the mat, Liam tries to roll him over and steal the pin right then and there!
[...ONE!...]
[...TW-ANOMOLY GRABS THE ROPES!...]
BB Gunn: Ring awareness by Anomoly saves him!
Derrick Donovan: It either saved him, or cost him. Liam is no easy task to take on.
Anomoly tries to pull himself along the apron, but Liam stalks after, jumping over the ropes for a stomp to the chest of Anomoly! Anomoly and Liam both fall off the apron, and Anomoly falls awkwardly, landing on his neck. Liam is able to get up and begins to pull away the mats that cover the concrete floor. As Anomoly begins to stir, Liam grabs him in a DDT position and goes to drive his head into the mat. But Anomoly resists, drives his fist into Liam's gut, and shoves him back.
[...THE SETTING SUN!...]
(Kinshasa)
BB Gunn: The fierceness of that move! Liam's looking to prove he can hang with former AXW champions!
Derrick Donovan: Well Anomoly is no easy man to amount to. Watch out for Liam, he's right on top of our table!
Liam is indeed atop the announce table, pointing at Anomoly and mocking him by shouting his catchphrase into BB's headset!
Liam Bradley: I'M THE REAL KING OF THE JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHTS!
Liam drops the headset back to BB and jumps off the table;
[...READY? AIM? TAKIN' IT EASY!...]
(Diving Double Foot Stomp countered by a midair Superkick)
Derrick Donovan: OH MY GOODNESS!
BB Gunn: SHADES OF BATTLE OF THE BEST! TOOK A PIECE OF THE PIE CADEN TASTED THAT NIGHT!
Liam crumples, and Anomoly stumbles back, holding his leg by the ring apron. He realizes the ref's count is at 8, and rolls into the ring, only to roll back out. He limps over to Liam, irish whipping him into the ring, and slides in after him.
Anomoly grabs the legs of Liam, tying up his legs for the PULL THE PLUG! But Liam kicks him off, and Anomoly bounces his head off the turnbuckle! As he stumbles back, Liam grabs his arms and throws him for a straight jacket german suplex!
[...ONE...]
BB Gunn: Kickout by Anomoly! Liam can't keep him down!
Derrick Donovan: He's barely done anything to beat Anomoly, of course he can't!
Liam begins to angrily stomp away on Anomoly, but he catches a flying foot and stands up, throwing Liam off balence. He shoves Liam into the ropes, and flattens him with...
[...ANARKY BOMB!...]
(Pop-Up Powerbomb)
BB Gunn: Boom! He's out!
Derrick Donovan: Not quite, BB, he's still moving!
Anomoly picks up Bradley, and pushes him back for;
[...TAKIN' IT EASY!...]
...but Liam ducks! He runs under Anomoly, and climbs up the turnbuckles! But like a monkey, Anomoly is quick to follow, chasing him up! But Liam is smart, he's able to push Anomoly off before jumping, finally connecting...
[...READY? AIM? FIRE!...]
Derrick Donovan: Anomoly looks gassed, I think this very off 6 months have taken a toll on him.
BB Gunn: That and the face Liam is looking put the king in a guillotine and end him right now!
Liam stalks his prey, grabbing him in a waist lock. He lifts him up for...
[...DRIVEN TO INSANITY!...]
(Hart Rate Powerbomb)
BB Gunn: It's all over! Anomoly would have to be insane to kick out of this!
Derrick Donovan: Heh, I see what you did there.
With Anomoly planted on the ground, Liam hooks his legs and puts all his weight on the faceless one.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Derrick Donovan: What. A. Match.
BB Gunn: What a war! Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for tonight folks. Congrats to all the winners tonight, and we'll see you in two short weeks for another edition of our programming!
Derrick Donovan: I'm Derrick Donovan...
Draven and Holiday immediately run into the centre of the ring and start raining punches down on one another. Rights, lefts and elbows rain down from what seems to be a cloud of flailing limbs and eventually Draven seems to get the upper hand, but a second or two later, Holiday retaliates with a thumb to the eye! Draven reels backwards into the ropes and tries to get his stance back but Holiday is right on him as the Referee yells on to stop.
[..ONE!..]
[..TWO!..]
[..THR-..]
Holiday breaks the grapple at the ropes but the damage is done. Draven is struggling to get his vision back and Holiday just tells the Referee "I've got until Five and you're lucky I didn't use it, bitch!"
BB Gunn: Holiday isn't messing around tonight!
Derrick Donovan: Luckily the Referee knows how personal this bout has got with Holiday's attack recently and hasn't thrown this out already!
Holiday finally gets away from the Referee and is blindsided by Draven, who got his footing back and leathered Holiday in the side of the skull with a wild clothesline. Holiday hits the deck hard! Draven gives Holiday a share of shots to make up for the eye rake before grabbing Holiday by the head and trying to bite him!
BB Gunn: What the fuck?!
Derrick Donovan: Language! But I agree! Draven knows that a bite is an auto-disqualification!
BB Gunn: Vampire or not, you're smarter than that, Vincent!
The two tussle as Draven still has the head of Holiday in his hands, his teeth draw nearer to the forehead of Holiday and the Referee continues to scream at Draven to lay off the bite before it's too late. All of a sudden, Holiday headbutts Draven! Draven crumples to the floor holding his mouth and Holiday is busted open!
Derrick Donovan: Holiday went for the desperation headbutt there and ended up hitting Draven's teeth, so it seems!
Holiday checks his forehead and sees the blood, then wipes it across his chest, while Draven lays on his back and licks his lips. The taste of Holiday's blood is in his mouth and he has a taste for it! Holiday grabs Draven by the hair, but as he does, Draven's right boot swings up and catches Holiday in the back of the head! Holiday drops onto his arse as Draven tries to make the cover by throwing himself at Tommy!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO-KICKOUT!...]
Derrick Donovan: Near fall there from Draven and Holiday almost ended up biting the dust early!
BB Gunn: Biting...you really had to go there, huh?
Draven is back on the offence, pulling Tommy to his feet and setting up a suplex. Holiday fights back but Draven gives him a knee to the midsection before managing to haul him up for a vertical suplex. Both men crash to the ground and again, Draven goes for the cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: Draven does not look happy!
Draven rips the bandana off Holiday's head and chokes him with it, the Referee manages to haul him off Holiday's neck and take the bandana to the ring crew, but as he does, Draven bites the neck of Tommy Holiday! Holiday writhes in pain as Draven relinquishes the bite just in time before the Referee turns around.
BB Gunn: This match is so personal! Tommy laid out Draven last show and it looks like Draven wants to extract his pound of flesh....literally!
Draven takes a stance facing away from Holiday, who is struggling to his feet and clutching at his neck. As he gets to his feet, Draven turns around swinging his right foot, but Holiday manages to avoid it and lays in several shops across the chest of Draven! Draven's chest is welting up instantly! Draven tries to retaliate with a right hand of his own, but Holday avoids it! He grabs the legs of Draven from behind and hauls him up for the Highbridge Slam, but Draven manages to slip off his back! Draven tries to haul Holiday up on his shoulders for Nevermore, he does so after a lot of grunting, but Holiday rolls through in a Victory Roll style pin and grabs a handful of the ropes!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING!! DING!!...]
Derrick Donovan: Holiday did it!
BB Gunn: Not without the assist from the ropes there and I dare say that this won't be the last we see of these two tearing it up!
Number 7 starts playing again, but only for a few bars as all of a sudden, the music cuts out. There's confusion with the crowd for a few seconds before they erupt into cheers as Rob Arnold walks out onto the stage again! He has a mic in hand and Tommy Holiday doesn't look happy!
Rob Arnold: Hey woah there big lad! You two just tore the place down and it's the first match of the night!
Holiday does nothing apart from stare a hole through the Enforcer.
Rob Arnold: Now I was watching this match, just like I do every match and there's reason for it. Next month, AXW are fighting for the X*Crown again as a part of the Night of Champions 10 festivities. What you two just displayed was the fight I want to see from our representative. The fact that let's face it, we all know you just got the assist from the middle rope there, but I let it stand because that's the mentality we need to see if the X-Crown is to return to it's rightful home here in AXW!
The crowd cheer. They want the X*Crown back and they aren't making any secret of it.
Rob Arnold: That's why Tommy Holiday, due to you being the man that comes out on top in this match, I'm making the call and sending you to Overheated as our representative! You'll fly the AXW flag and I expect you to give it every bit of fight you just showed and more! Coming from someone who has held the X*Crown, you'll need that if you have even the slightest chance of surviving this fight. Let alone winning it! Don't disappoint me!
With that, Rob Arnold drops the mic and Number 7 by Tom MacDonald hits again as the camera focusses on the face of Tommy Holiday nodding in agreement as blood still seeps down his face and we go to a break!
The tron lights up to the shock of everyone in the crowd. We are greeted to a cameraman running into the catering area.
BB Gunn: What is going on?
Derrick Donovan: I don’t know this isn’t on the lineup for tonight!
The cameraman is stopped by a body being hurled out of the way and crashing into the camera. We hear screams as people run. The camera is picked up as we see a ball of hair bent over the punch bowl. A head is pulled out dripping with punch as a hairy arm is lifted to throw the detritus off his lips with a hearty wipe and flick. The camera gets drops of red punch all over it.
Derrick Donovan: BB is that…?
BB Gunn: It’s Primal! But what is he doing he isn’t even on the card tonight.
He wheels around and tosses a security guard away. Another runs up to him.
Guard: Mr. Primal sir you aren’t on the card, catering is for the contracted talen… OH GOD!
Primal hits a devastating headbutt on the man who crumples.
: I don’t recall asking for the opinions of lesser men vermin. Now be gone. Go back to scurrying around while I take my dinner. I …
He notices the camera and a smug smile appears through the mask.
: Well … well well it seems I am found out. But what can I say. Management hasn’t exactly rolled out the red carpet for me after what I did to their longest reigning European Champion. Garbage. I deserve to be held on a pedestal as the epitome of what humanity should strive to be. And all this fuss and folly because I deflated their demon.
He shoves over the table and catches a turkey leg on the way down.
: Well consider it a mission statement. Dreadvan had grown complacent and weak. He could have been a model for humanity but he kept lying to himself. He kept pretending to be a demon and warning of caution. Buddy let me tell you if you were really a demon you wouldn’t dally with warnings. If you were really a man … you wouldn’t hide behind the mask of the demon. You’d embrace the trappings of being a pure human being. You’d embrace the guts, the gut, the glory, the grime, the grit, the … well … the humanity of it all. Real men … we don’t hide. We don’t pretend to be that which we are not and if society causes us to be stuck behind a mask we apply a filter, a true face to show what the mask is supposed to hide.
He charges the camera man and hits the Corrosion of Conformity. The cameraman is down and the camera flies and shatters but keeps recording. A blurred vision of the masked face comes into view then fills the screen as he gets right up to the cracked lens.
: When you are ready to stop playing and show me that true humanity behind all that lard … come find me.
The tron goes black as he stomps the camera.
Derrick Donovan: M.A.N.A.G.E.M.E.N.T. is not going to be happy.
BB Gunn: Someone get Rob Arnold! Someone get Dreadvan. Someone get someone! He ruined the punch bowl!!
Absolute Zero by Stone Sour starts to play over the speakers, Darlene comes out at the "The bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me" eyeing the crowd for a second before she makes her way down to the ring, high-fiveing a few random fans here and there, she circles the ring slowly as her song plays, she then steps back, runs and slides onto the ring apron on her knee at "I can bleed if I want to bleed" she rests her back on the top rope her arms draped over it, she sticks her tongue out to the crowd, she then throws her arms out into the crucifix pose at "You're looking at an absolute zero I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero" She then turns and leaps into the ring, tossing her jean vest off either out of the ring or towards her opponent if they are already in the ring. She goes to her corner and starts to stretch legs waiting for the match to start.
Alpha: Introducing first, "Absolute Zero" Darlene Price!
Derrick Donovan: Darlene Price coming off a big victory two weeks ago, and looks like she want's Caffrey.
BB Gunn: As do others, Rob Arnold is scouting for contenders and she'll be Priority Number One.
The horns starts, and the lights cut, Suddenly the words "Time for Bed" Echo throughout the arena. Raymond appears on the ramp dress in his PJ's and makes his way to the ring. He yawns before entering the ring, and getting ready for the match.
Alpha: And her opponent, "The King of Broken Dreams" Raymond Harding!
BB Gunn: And here is someone trying to scratch their way into the title picture.
Derrick Donovan: Harding's got a lot to prove, a win over Darlene Price would be huge for him.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Darlene kicks things off with an Arm Drag, she goes for the Fash Stomp but Harding rolls out of the way. He gets back to his feet and picks up Darlene, looking to hit Sheet Set but she turns it into another Arm Drag. Darlene keeps a hold of the arm and places Harding in an Arm Bar, she keeps it locked in but Harding overpowers and lifts up Darlene with the arm and hits a Sit Out Powerbomb. Harding picks her up once more, Jackknife Powerbomb!
Derrick Donovan: Jackknife! Dar's head bounced off the apron, and the tides have turned early on.
BB Gunn: Knowing Dar... She can bounce back, it's only the start of the match, Dono.
Harding goes for another Jackknife and Darlene hits the mat harder, Harding goes for the pin, hooking both legs.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
Darlene kicks out, Harding picks up Darlene and looks to go for the Fallaway Slam again but he lifts her into the vertical Suplex position.
NIGHTMARE BUSTER
(Deadlift Brainbuster)
Another pinfall on Darlene...
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...TH- KICKOUT...]
Derrick Donovan: Ooooh, very close call there.
Again, Darlene kicks out. Harding looks to go for the kill, lifting her onto his shoulder and ready to apply Traumatic Episode, his Torture Rack finisher. Darlene slides down his back, grabs the wrist from behind and spinning him around.
GIVE'EM THE BOOT
(Wristlock Pele Kick)
BB Gunn: Comeback Dar!
Derrick Donovan: The Pele Kick!
Harding is still on his feet. Darlene turns him around again, the wristlock still in place.
GIVE'EM THE BOOT
Harding falls back into the corner, Darlene takes a few steps back and looks for a Corner Splash but Harding catches her in Mid Air, holding her up like she's a child. Harding throws her up in the air.
BED TIME FO-
...
RU486!!
(RKO)
Derrick Donovan: RU486! Out of nowhere!
BB Gunn: Oh my god! What a counter!
Darlene makes the cover.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE...]
Alpha: Here is your winner, "Absolute Zero" Darlene Price!
Derrick Donovan: What a win for Darlene, and Rob Arnold is surely smiling from ear to ear.
BB Gunn: And hopefully Caffrey's watching too, we might get our first ever female AXW Champion.
Derrick Donovan: Time will tell, BB.
We cut to Rob Arnold’s office where he is once again staring at his canvas print of Goldbear II, clearly deep in thought. This is broken however when the door can be heard to open and close, and he turns around to face the European Champion, Brad Swann.
Rob Arnold: Swann, good to see you. I trust you saw my announcement earlier?
Brad Swann: *grunts* What about it?
Rob Arnold: Just to make you aware, headlining Night of Anonymous...you’ll need to tear it up like somebody else in this room did last year.
Arnold smirks, Swann looks a little pissed off at the remark.
Brad Swann: You doubting me, old-timer?
Swann lets off a little smirk and cackle, Arnold seems to brush right past the comment.
Rob Arnold: Well the main reason I wanted to speak to you is that since you won that title, I don’t know if it’s former holder, Dreadvan, is going to come back for you. He’s been rather quiet as of late, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing for you.
Brad Swann: You think I'm afraid of Dreadvan?! Pfffffft, he can barely walk let alone wrestle... and I'm pretty sure it was put into place that automatic rematch clauses do not happen in AXW? I'm not scared...
Rob Arnold: Understood. Well-
With that, there is a large thud at the door to the office which prompts both Arnold and Swann to look at the door, then each other, and then back at the door. Arnold holds his hand up to Swann and slowly approaches the door, as he does, there is clearly a commotion going on outside. Arnold slows his approach, which is fortunate as suddenly a security guard comes crashing through the door which has swung open from the impact. The guard lands pretty much at Arnold’s feet however this doesn’t move Rob at all, instead he steps over the fallen man and carefully approaches the door. Shouting and screaming can be heard and as he gets within a foot, “The Nightmare” Dreadvan appears, being held desperately back by security. The camera can just pick up a number of fallen bodies behind as three men essentially wedge themselves and Dreadvan in the door frame.
Dreadvan: I want that son of a bitch, I want to rip his head off!
Van is gesticulating both arms, trying to half fight off the men around him but generally in an angered state. Arnold folds his arms and looks unmoved.
Rob Arnold: Well Dreadvan you cannot have Brad Swann, not until he’s faced Joel Hawkfield anyway.
Dreadvan snarls.
Dreadvan: Not that freak. I want that son of a bitch, Primal!
Rob’s arms unfold and he places his hands on his hips.
Rob Arnold: Why didn’t you say that in the first place? Yes, I can arrange that. Next time just come and ask me you maniac. You could have broken the door with all this aggravation, and god knows how many new security guards I’m going to have to find now you’ve broken half of them!
Dreadvan’s rage begins to calm, and a sinister smile creeps across his face.
Rob Arnold: Now fuck off and try not to break anything else!
Dreadvan doesn’t even look at Arnold, having got his way, he leaves quietly, much to the security guards’ relief. Rob turns back to Swann and shrugs.
Rob Arnold: Maybe you haven’t got to worry about him for now.
Swann looks very startled at the abrupt appearance of Dreadvan.
Brad Swann: *grunts* N- not like I was s- scared of him anyways...
Swann decides to leave, stepping over the fallen security guard and closing the door behind him.
Voice: Man you get some crazy shit going on in this place.
Arnold looks over in the corner.
Rob Arnold: Compared to the shit we’ve dealt with in the past, this is easy.
He smirks, the camera pans around to the corner to reveal JFK, sat comfy with a beer in his hand.
JFK: I’ll take your word for it. Now, about that bear...
MANTRA plays through the PA as Liam Bradley makes his way to the ring, sporting the black fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to ringside and enters the ring, streamers thrown into the ring as he slowly spins around with his arms stretched out.
Derrick Donovan: Liam's career has been fluctuating lately, he hasn't been able to maintain a steady growth or decay in the rankings.
The arena falls silent, and the opening riffs to "A New Level" by Pantera play. The crowd roars with cheers, and from behind the curtain steps The Anomoly, enjoying and soaking in the reactions. They chant his name as he walks down the aisle, barely looking at those ringside who beg for his acknowledgement. He reaches the ringside area, climbing the steps and casually looking around, before stepping through the ropes and leaning against the corner, smiling.
BB Gunn: Anomoly's career hasn't been steady either, but he's ready to pick up more steam after his efforts in the Flight of the Future match just a week ago at Battle of the Best!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Anomoly stands there, loosening up his joints and staring hard at Liam Bradley. Liam just leans up on the top rope, kicked back and gazing at the ceiling. This proves to be a fatal error, as Anomoly runs at him and hops onto the second rope, bouncing and driving his knees right into the gut of Liam. Liam falls to the mat, and Anomoly just turns to the crowd, spreading his arms out to soak in the cheers.
Derrick Donovan: Anomoly's had three matches this year, and he hasn't lost a step!
BB Gunn: His return at Battle of the Best showed the world that he hadn't lost a step in his 6 months of sitting at home.
Anomoly turns to Liam, who's pulling himself to his feet in the corner. Anomoly runs with a forearm to the face of Liam, but holds him up by the haw and leans him back. Anomoly then begins to lay into Bradley's chest with some devastating chops, turning his chest beet red.
Crowd: Woo!
Derrick Donovan: Woo!
BB Gunn: Woo!
Anomoly shushes the crowd, rearing back for one last big chop... and pats the side of Liam's face. He laughs with the crowd, and poses as the crowd roars out:
Crowd: TAKE IT EASY!
The Anomoly: Take. It. Easy!
He taps the side of his head, and as the ref turns to get a better angle of the action Liam lands a square kick into the family-less family jewels of Anomoly!
Derrick Donovan: Dirty Deeds by the Villain!
BB Gunn: It's like they say Dono, the hero is only as good as the villain they're tasked to slay!
With Anomoly bent over on the mat, Liam tries to roll him over and steal the pin right then and there!
[...ONE!...]
[...TW-ANOMOLY GRABS THE ROPES!...]
BB Gunn: Ring awareness by Anomoly saves him!
Derrick Donovan: It either saved him, or cost him. Liam is no easy task to take on.
Anomoly tries to pull himself along the apron, but Liam stalks after, jumping over the ropes for a stomp to the chest of Anomoly! Anomoly and Liam both fall off the apron, and Anomoly falls awkwardly, landing on his neck. Liam is able to get up and begins to pull away the mats that cover the concrete floor. As Anomoly begins to stir, Liam grabs him in a DDT position and goes to drive his head into the mat. But Anomoly resists, drives his fist into Liam's gut, and shoves him back.
[...THE SETTING SUN!...]
(Kinshasa)
BB Gunn: The fierceness of that move! Liam's looking to prove he can hang with former AXW champions!
Derrick Donovan: Well Anomoly is no easy man to amount to. Watch out for Liam, he's right on top of our table!
Liam is indeed atop the announce table, pointing at Anomoly and mocking him by shouting his catchphrase into BB's headset!
Liam Bradley: I'M THE REAL KING OF THE JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHTS!
Liam drops the headset back to BB and jumps off the table;
[...READY? AIM? TAKIN' IT EASY!...]
(Diving Double Foot Stomp countered by a midair Superkick)
Derrick Donovan: OH MY GOODNESS!
BB Gunn: SHADES OF BATTLE OF THE BEST! TOOK A PIECE OF THE PIE CADEN TASTED THAT NIGHT!
Liam crumples, and Anomoly stumbles back, holding his leg by the ring apron. He realizes the ref's count is at 8, and rolls into the ring, only to roll back out. He limps over to Liam, irish whipping him into the ring, and slides in after him.
Anomoly grabs the legs of Liam, tying up his legs for the PULL THE PLUG! But Liam kicks him off, and Anomoly bounces his head off the turnbuckle! As he stumbles back, Liam grabs his arms and throws him for a straight jacket german suplex!
[...ONE...]
BB Gunn: Kickout by Anomoly! Liam can't keep him down!
Derrick Donovan: He's barely done anything to beat Anomoly, of course he can't!
Liam begins to angrily stomp away on Anomoly, but he catches a flying foot and stands up, throwing Liam off balence. He shoves Liam into the ropes, and flattens him with...
[...ANARKY BOMB!...]
(Pop-Up Powerbomb)
BB Gunn: Boom! He's out!
Derrick Donovan: Not quite, BB, he's still moving!
Anomoly picks up Bradley, and pushes him back for;
[...TAKIN' IT EASY!...]
...but Liam ducks! He runs under Anomoly, and climbs up the turnbuckles! But like a monkey, Anomoly is quick to follow, chasing him up! But Liam is smart, he's able to push Anomoly off before jumping, finally connecting...
[...READY? AIM? FIRE!...]
Derrick Donovan: Anomoly looks gassed, I think this very off 6 months have taken a toll on him.
BB Gunn: That and the face Liam is looking put the king in a guillotine and end him right now!
Liam stalks his prey, grabbing him in a waist lock. He lifts him up for...
[...DRIVEN TO INSANITY!...]
(Hart Rate Powerbomb)
BB Gunn: It's all over! Anomoly would have to be insane to kick out of this!
Derrick Donovan: Heh, I see what you did there.
With Anomoly planted on the ground, Liam hooks his legs and puts all his weight on the faceless one.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Derrick Donovan: What. A. Match.
BB Gunn: What a war! Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for tonight folks. Congrats to all the winners tonight, and we'll see you in two short weeks for another edition of our programming!
Derrick Donovan: I'm Derrick Donovan...
BB Gunn: ...and I'm "Boom Boom" BB Gunn!
Derrick Donovan: And this has been, Anonymous TV. Signing out!
BB Gunn: Goodnight everyone!