Anarchy 49 Results

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"Circus Apocalypse" by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Esmeralda von Krauss walks out from the back in an emerald green shimmering dress. She has her foot long cigarette holder in on hand with smoke trailing from the Egyptian cigarette as she begins to walk down to the ring to the fans booing her.



JOSEPH GREER: Doesn't Esmeralda know that she can't be smoking indoors? Or that smoking is definitely something that makes her not as sexy?



TOMMY ONIONS: You know, I don't think that it knocks her down a peg at all.



JOSEPH GREER: Of course you don't think it knocks her down a peg.



Esmeralda steps through the ropes slowly, some of the boos changing to catcalls from the male fans. She pulls the cigarette butt from the holder and flicks it into the booing crowd, eliciting some shrieks.



JOSEPH GREER: What the heck? Was that really necessary?



TOMMY ONIONS: Seems so. I wonder if this is where she'll announce the new security team?



JOSEPH GREER: New security team? Something happen to Big Ass Hank?



TOMMY ONIONS: Duh. Hank failed to keep D under control and look what happened to Havok!



JOSEPH GREER: I suppose.



Esmeralda waits for the boos to cease before speaking.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I told Hank that if he couldn't keep D out of the ring that I would replace him and his entire team, dahlings. Did everyone see what happened at the last show? D injured Havok and caused untold amount of chaos in the ring. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of replacing Hank and his team.



CROWD: Bring back Hank! Bring back Hank!



JOSEPH GREER: Who could she have replaced Hank with?



TOMMY ONIONS: I think we're about to find out.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Meet my brand new head of security fresh from prison...Gabriel Tuck!



The sounds of a motorcycle can be heard throughout the arena before Gabriel Tuck rides down to the ring on a massive motorcycle. He dismounts and hops over the top rope.



JOSEPH GREER: I thought that he was in prison and with an injury from competing in SEE?



TOMMY ONIONS: He looks to be free and healthy to me.



Gabriel Tuck gets the microphone from Esmeralda with a wide grin as he looks across the booing crowd.



GABRIEL TUCK: It's good to be here in Spain! I feel fucking welcome to be the new head of fucking security!



JOSEPH GREER: He can't talk like that!



TOMMY ONIONS: He seems to fucking be able to do that!



GABRIEL TUCK: And since I am the new head of security, I will now reveal my second in command and my new security team!



Creepy Clown Music by Evil Clowns begins playing as a massive clown walks out from the back. He has peeling face paint and needle sharpened teeth that sink into black gums as he grins. He begins walking down to the ring as more clowns in black leather coats begin spill out from the back like more normal clowns out of a clown car.



Screams begin to rip through the crowd as the clowns leer at them on their way down to the ring. The giant clown steps over the ropes to join Gabriel and Esmeralda as the other clowns prance around the ring.



GABRIEL TUCK: Welcome my second in command, Sticky the Clown!



TOMMY ONIONS: So Esmeralda brought in Gabriel Tuck and Gabriel brought in his entire clown gang? Clowns as security?



JOSEPH GREER: Creepy, frightening clowns at that. We're going to be a joke to the other XHF federations!



TOMMY ONIONS: We will certainly be more unusual.



STICKY THE CLOWN: Tonight's fucking lumberjack match is going to be on fire, folks! Don't fall from that ring, D, Steve Murdock or else you'll get fucked right up!



JOSEPH GREER: Jesus, the language!



TOMMY ONIONS: That's how the people know they're serious! Fucking serious!



"Circus Apocalypse" by Vermillion Lies begins once again as Esmeralda von Krauss leads Gabriel and Sticky to the back and the clowns begin seeding themselves around.



TOMMY ONIONS: Somehow I feel like there's going to be a joke here.



JOSEPH GREER: I feel like we might become the joke.

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TOMMY ONIONS: This is going to an interesting match bro.



JOSEPH GREER: Bro? I ain’t your bro. But yes I agree. Caleb returns is big news.



TOMMY ONIONS: Nocturnal’s got his enforcer back not only to protect his back but to uphold his laws.



JOSEPH GREER: True and Joe Beb is the first to be victimised.



TOMMY ONIONS: I wonder if Joe really feels Lucky today.



BOB MOONEY: And on the way to the ring, hailing from the Oregon Territories, he is “Lucky” Joe Beb!



As the lightning fast intro of LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" begins to pump out of the arenas sound system the crowd rises to its feet, cheering ferociously; the lights around the arena strobing red, white, and black.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh Joe Beb has updated his entrance?



TOMMY ONIONS: Must be from the new regime of Nocturnal putting some thought into the stars of RSW. Plus he likes to rub one out on all his fans.



JOSEPH GREER: What?



The camera switches to the entrance ramp, awaiting the arrival of Joe Beb. However, Joe being Joe does things his own way and the camera feeds begin scanning the crowd. After checking a few different areas of the arena, the reaction on the floor level causes the camera team to zoom in to see Joe, hoodie on and up covering his head making his way through the fans. Not using any designated aisles or walkways, Joe pushes through the fans much like a prize fighter on his way to a boxing match. Joe hypes up the crowd, motioning to them to make even more raucous.



JOSEPH GREER: Wait, look at the ramp way. Here comes Caleb Koresh!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Emily is behind him ordering him down the ramp way.



As Joe reaches the guardrail at ringside he tries to hop over in a smooth motion but is caught by Caleb. A look of shock crosses his face for a split second before Caleb launches him over in a release German Suplex straight into the ring steps. There is a huge crunch as body and steel don’t mix. Emily starts shouting abuse at Joe before slapping him around the face. Caleb grabs Joe by the hair and slams him face first into the steps. He pulls him back up and repeats this.



TOMMY ONIONS: OH MY GOD! Caleb is really taking it to the Lucky One!



JOSEPH GREER: We need security out here now!



TOMMY ONIONS: They work for Caleb’s cousin, remember?



The crowd start booing loudly as Emily turns towards someone shouting abuse at her from the crowd. Emily gets in the persons face before she grabs hold of the sign that the person is holding and slaps the fan. She grabs the sign and holds it up to the camera.



TOMMY ONIONS: What does that say? The Koresh Family suck? He’s got balls.



JOSEPH GREER: What? She’s hit a fan! Are you listening to this? I can hardly hear myself think.



TOMMY ONIONS: Wouldn’t be the first time.



JOSEPH GREER: Can’t believe the Lucky One got jumped from behind. And Emily called Joe a coward.



TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t say that too loud, she may hear you. She might make an example tonight of you.



Joe is barely conscious; he has been busted open on the steps. Caleb drags him up by his hair and holds him up to Emily and she shouts abuse in his face. Caleb then throws him into the ring. He turns around looking at the crowds with a slight smirk on his face showing his filed teeth before walking slowly up the steps and into the ring. Emily follows shouting abuse at the crowd. Caleb picks Joe up and throws him onto the corner post locking him in the tree of woe.



TOMMY ONIONS: Where is security?



JOSEPH GREER: Probably being held back by the boss.



TOMMY ONIONS: The King of the Monsters is running riot over Joe!



Caleb slowly walks to the far corner. He stretches his neck as he turns and charges in a drops a knee in Joe’s face. Caleb wraps Joe’s arms in the ropes and turns around and nods to Emily. Emily goes over to Joe and pulls his left leg out and then does the same to the right.



TOMMY ONIONS: Wait, what is she up to?



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t like the look of this.



Emily slaps Joe in the face trying to bring him around. When he comes round she moves out of the way. Caleb suddenly launches himself forward with some kind of front kick; right between Joe’s outstretched legs. There is a huge crunch noise that is heard around the arena.



JOSEPH GREER: I can’t believe what we’ve just seen.



TOMMY ONIONS: Caleb’s just busted Joe’s penis!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: Now that is something I didn’t expect to hear on one of our shows.



Caleb drags Joe into the centre of the ring as fans start throwing garbage at the ring. A beer bottle bounces off of the side of Caleb’s head which makes him turn in the direction of where it came from. He then stands over Joe. He then grabs him by the head with both of his hands on either side of his face. His thumbs move into Joe’s eyeballs.



JOSEPH GREER: OH MY GOD! He’s got him locked in the Monster Crush!



TOMMY ONIONS: He got that move from the Mountain in Game of Thrones I believe.



Emily walks in front of him holding the sign she stole from the fan. She rips it in half into the camera as trash flies at her. She turns shouting abuse at Joe starts to stuff the ripped paper into his mouth. Caleb drops the arms and stands up. The camera man picks up the fallen Joe lying down, bloodied in the centre of the ring with blood all around his eyes and holding his broken penis; Caleb and Emily stand over him as security swarm the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Now they arrive.



TOMMY ONIONS: Have you ever heard anything like this before?



JOSEPH GREER: What?



TOMMY ONIONS: The King of the Monster makes a statement!



JOSEPH GREER: And the high pitched squealing coming from Joe.

[vastrix]

"Is this thing on? Good."



We cut to someone sitting in the dark, the camera circling around the figure.



"I see not a lot of people have missed me, not a surprise at all. Riot Star Wrestling's young up-and-comer... Disappeared into the night, without a trace. Never to be seen again, so they said. They said I ran... from the big bad scary men that they thought gotten too far into my head, that's what they told everyone."







"Nobody's taken notice of my absence, nobody's asked 'Where did you go' or 'What have you been doing for all this time?'



The camera coming close to the figure, the mouth comes out more visible.



"The simple answer is..."



They smirk.



"I've been thinking. Thinking of what, you may ask?"



The camera backs away from the figure as they stand, walking around a bit.



"Thinking about how much change I need to do so everyone can see me as a threat. They all talk about Shane Mitchell or D or Senor Vinnie and how amazing they are, but they don't dare to bat an eye towards my direction. How have I been someone they couldn't look at without seeming to say that I'm not worth it. Sure, I lost to Senor Vinnie on my debut but I beat Eddie Havoc and gained a title shot. That's when those guys came in and stuck their business where it didn't belong, after that it wasn't worth the fight anymore."



The figure stands still, facing the camera.



"But after months and months of hiding in the shadows, I've finally found my true self."



"I've seen the heart of demons, stared into the eyes of the Devil. I've seen some fucked up shit that you couldn't imagine, the worst of all?"



"He told me of something."



"The Devil told me of something, he told me of what's to come."



"The Devil brings back... someone darker, more evil, still the greatest you've ever seen."



"Pandemonium."







"The Day of Reckoning is coming home."

[vastrix]

BOB MOONIE: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first...Pequeno Dinosaurio!



BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA BOOM!

BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA BOOM BOOM!



"Walk the Dinosaur" by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.



Pratcially slithering through the curtain, Pequeno Dinosaurio is welcomed to a modest cheer for the brightly colored rookie tecnico!



He heads down to the ring, hopping up to the apron, and flipping over the top rope to land in the ring to the cheering of the crowd. He begins pacing around the ring, waiting for his opponent.



TOMMY ONIONS: I don't know why Dino guy is going to try this again. Does he know he's going to get squished like a bug for the second time?



JOSEPH GREER: Pequeno doesn't "know that". He has to try to win.



BOB MOONIE: And his opponent...the Hell's Soldier...Leon Dread!



"Slip into the Void"by Alter Bridge begins playing as Leon Dread walks out to stand at the entrance stage, grinning as the boos of the fans wash over him like a warm blanket.



He makes his way down to the ring, leering at the booing fans as he walks. He steps over the ring ropes, cracking his knuckles as he looks down upon the smaller Pequeno.



As the bell rings, Pequeno Dinosaurio begins with a drop kick that staggers Leon back a few steps. A second drop kick sends Leon against the ropes.



Leon backs against the ropes, rebounding back with an elbow strike that sends Pequeno to the mat with authority.



Leon watches with a grin as Pequeno hops right back to his feet. The grin doesn't last long as Pequeno takes the bigger man down to the mat with a Japanese arm drag. Pequeno pops right back up to his feet, nailing another drop kick to the rising Leon to send him back to the mat.



He follows this up with a quick standing moonsault-knee drop to the ribcage before going for the cover!



One





Tw-Leon kicks out!



Pequeno pops up, watching Leon as he rises to his feet. He grabs Leon by the arm for an arm drag, but gets yanked toward Leon for a slight shoulder charge that staggers Pequeno back a step. Leon seizes Pequeno by the throat and lifts him into the air. The ref beginning to count to five over the choke hold.



JOSEPH GREER: Pequeno trying, but it seems to boil down to Leon being larger and stronger.



TOMMY ONIONS: It's always great to kill a fly with a sledgehammer. The collateral damage is AWESOME!



Leon waits until the count gets to four before choke slamming Pequeno to the mat. He goes for an easy cover.



One





Tw-Pequeno kicks out!



Leon stands up, pulling Pequeno up by the hair. Leon goes for a headbutt, but Pequeno drops down and hot shots Leon across the top rope!



Leon is quick to get back to his feet, being met by Pequeno with a stiff forearm that Leon no sells. Leon flings Pequeno into the ropes, catching him with a shoulder charge in the middle of the ring. Leon brings down a giant boot to slam against Pequeno's chest.



He tries a second stomp, but Pequeno rolls out of the way and to his feet. Leon rushes across the ring and punches him in the throat.



TOMMY ONIONS: Dreadly Thorn!



JOSEPH GREER: That's my line.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh yeah? Did you call it when Leon hit his "Judgement of Dread" chokeslam?



JOSEPH GREER: Was the chokeslam done with a “Judgement of Dread” flair?



TOMMY ONIONS: Well, no.



JOSEPH GREER: Well then, there was nothing to call.



Leon grabs the downed Pequeno by the foot and slings him into the corner where he lands in a heap while leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Leon walks over and steps on the side of Pequeno’s head, holding the top rope for extra leverage. The ref comes over and begins to count Leon out so at the four count, Leon backs away.



Once Leon has backed to the middle of the ring, he charges at the downed Pequeno, and leaps to do a stomp to the head. Pequeno rolls out of the ring and Leon bounces off of the bottom turnbuckle and lands on his back.



Pequeno nearly flies from the floor to the top turnbuckle, leaping through the air, and impacting with a flying elbow. He goes for the cover.



One





Two





Thre-Leon kicks out



Pequeno Dinosaurio jumps to his feet, grabs Leon by the left leg, and drops an elbow to the side of the knee! Pequeno jumps back to his feet, grabbing the foot once again. He kicks Leon in the back of the thigh a few times before doing a spin drop to the back of the knee!



JOSEPH GREER: Pequeno Dinosaurio looking to take the wheels out from under Leon Dread.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, Dino Guy is working the legs!



Pequeno starts doing a spinning toe hold, but Leon kicks him in the butt to send Pequeno straight into the corner. Leon rises to his feet, seizes Pequeno by the shoulder and leg, lifts him up, and sends his shoulder straight through the turnbuckles, and into the ring post! Leon takes a step back and kicks Pequeno in the butt to impact the smaller man into the ring post again!



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know that the legwork did the job.



JOSEPH GREER: No, it would seem not.



Leon yanks Pequeno out of the corner and bodyslams him onto the mat. He rips Pequeno off of the mat and hits a cradle ddt!



JOSEPH GREER: Dread Falls!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh gawd The humanity!!!



JOSEPH GREER: Of the impact of that move?



TOMMY ONIONS: Of the name of his moves! It’s like Morcant Davis and his Midwest everything!



Leon drags Pequeno to his feet and holds onto his shoulders before hitting several powerful headbutts. He spins Pequeno around, applies a full nelson, and then hits a full nelson slam! He goes forf the cover!



One





Two





Thre-Pequeno kicks out!



Leon Dread kneels up, looking to the ref like he did a bad job in counting. The ref is sure to show Leon that it was only a two count.



Leon pulls Pequeno to his feet and hurls him at tbe ropes. On the rebound, Pequeno slides in and brings Leon down with a drop toe hold. A quick moonsault leg drop keeps Leon down.



Pequeno steps back as Leon quickly rises to his feet and kicks him straight in the left knee, bringing Leon down once again.



Pequeno Dinosaurio leaps to the top turnbuckle, raises his arms into the air, and-



Hits the Five Star Pterodactyl Splash!



Pequeno hooks the leg for the pinfall!



One





Two





Three!



BOB MOONIE: Winner of the match via pinfall...Pequeno Dinosaurio!



JOSEPH GREER: David beat Goliath!



TOMMY ONIONS: It was luck. Pequeno couldn't do it a third time.



JOSEPH GREER: You're going to make them change the card again…



TOMMY ONIONS: Third time's a charm.

[vastrix]

Backstage, Gabriel Tuck and Sticky the Clown are in the security room where sit monitors surveying all of the camera around the arena. Gabriel Tuck has his booted feet up on the counter as he drinks a beer. A small pile of empty cans on the floor reveals that he's been at this for some time.



GABRIEL TUCK: This shit is great! How come we hadn't fucking been security before?



Sticky the Clown smiles, sucking up a combination of slobber and black ooze that trickles from black gums that his needle sharp teeth sink into.



STICKY: We hadn't been offered this shit before. That Big Ass Hank didn't do his job and had to go.



GABRIEL TUCK: Yeah, that fucker shoulda just put a fucking boot to that mother fucker, D's neck, and ended him. Like when D was distracted by them ho's. He could ended the situation then.



Sticky rubs his chin in thought and frowns.



STICKY: I think that as security, you're not supposed to be so proactive. Reactionary.



Gabriel empties a beer can and throws it at one of the screens with a laugh. He lights a cigarette, taking a drag from it, and flicking ashes onto the floor next to him.



GABRIEL TUCK: Esmeralda said we can't put a fucking bullet in D's head and I get that.



There's a bit of silence before Gabriel breaks out laughing, blowing smoke out of his nose.



GABRIEL TUCK: I'm just fucking with you. I don't get that shit at all. I'mma curb stomp that bitch if he falls his ass out of the ring. Esmeralda wants this shit done right, she should at least let me put a bullet in D's leg. Otherwise, he just going to get the idea that he can do whatever the fuck that he wants! We can't have that shit.



STICKY: I agree, but we're not allowed to use firearms against the wrestlers. Maybe a crowbar instead.



Gabriel stretches his arm out to full length before he flicks ashes onto the floor.



GABRIEL TUCK: Yeah. That fucking sounds like a fucking plan. Fuck that mother fucker up.



STICKY: What about Steve Murdock.



GABRIEL TUCK: Fuck him up too! Don't be all discriminafuckingtory, Sticky!



Suddenly, Gabriel puts his feet down and looks at one of the cameras. He grabs a handheld radio.



GABRIEL TUCK: Whitewash, I got a thief stealing a shirt in 3B. He's wearing a black Joe Beb shirt and jeans.



WHITEWASH: What color is his skin?



GABRIEL TUCK: What the fuck does it matter? How many fuckers you see actually wearing Joe Beb fucking shirts! Get him! I'm fucking coming!



Gabriel Tuck jumps out of his seat, dropping the cigarette onto the floor, and running out the door.



GABRIEL TUCK: Come on, Sticky!

[vastrix]

Backstage, Esmeralda von Krauss can be seen in her office. She's going through reports on her computer when there is a light knock on the door.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Eingeben.



The door slowly opens to reveal Alyssa Lucchi entering the office. Esmeralda looks up from her work with a predatory smile, closing what she was working on.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: You wanted to see me, Mrs von Krauss?



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Of course, dahling! I wanted to give you an update on how things were going around here.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: An update?



Esmeralda brings out her foot long holder, placing an Egyptian cigarette on the end, and lighting it. She smiles as she blows smoke into the air.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Did you know that Andi Snow plans to become an interviewer and a wrestler? She claims that she can do the job better than you, dahling. Something about D needing a long, personal interview?



Alyssa blinks. Confusion slowly turning to anger.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Why that little bitch! She just wants to fuck my man! I'll mess up her face!



Esmeralda shakes her head, looking forlorn...naturally the expression is fake concern, but Alyssa doesn't see it.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Now I can't have my talents running around and causing fights in the background, but if maybe you were a part time wrestler? We could grant you a match at Pandemonium.



Alyssa is about to speak, but stops herself. She stands with her mouth hanging open for a brief time.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: D is training me to fight. I'll do it! I'll kick her ass in the ring! There won't be much left of her in that wrestling ring, but her implants!



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: That's the spirit, dahling. Don't let that little trollop besmirch your good name. Eviscerate her in the ring.



Alyssa looks to Esmeralda with a "WTF too far" kind of look. Esmeralda just giggles.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Metaphorically of course, dahling. We can't have another death in the middle of the ring and stay in business. Now run along and have your fiance train you in the art of devastating your opponent. Andi Snow has gotten lucky far too long.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Yes, ma'am!



Alyssa leaves the office, leaving the smoking Esmeralda alone. She blows smoke into the air with a laugh.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Embarrass me will you. Alyssa will tear you apart in her jealous rage.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONIE: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger...Andi Snow!



"Electric Lady" by Janelle Monae begins playing as spotlights merge at the entrance stage where Andi Snow walks out from the back to the cheering of the crowd. She makes her way down to the ring, waving at some of the fans as she passes them.



TOMMY ONIONS: Whoo hoo! Go Andi Snow! Beat that fake Mexican!



JOSEPH GREER: I see we are fully Team Andi Snow!



TOMMY ONIONS: Why not? We straight. Like straight as an erection heading right for her-



JOSEPH GREER: Stahp!



BOB MOONIE: And her opponent...Senor Vinnie!



Epic Metalchi begins playing as Senor Vinnie walks out from the back to the cheering of the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring with his Cactus Pete in hand that he sets down in his corner before rolling into the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Does the cactus have to go everywhere with him?



JOSEPH GREER: It supposedly offers council so yeah.



TOMMY ONIONS: It's strange seeing Senor Vinnie come down to the ring without a title belt. I'm really surprised that Isaiah Zepp won the match.



JOSEPH GREER: It shouldn't be too big of a shock. Zepp has been defeating all kinds of people. He does great when he applies himself.



The bell rings to start the match, Andi Snow crosses the ring to hit a European uppercut. Vinnie grabs the arm instead and slams home a headbutt. Andi staggers backwards, but Vinnie keeps her nearby so he can hit another headbutt.



Vinnie whips Andi into the ropes, hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the rebound. Vinnie pulls Andi up and sends her back to the mat with a discus clothesline. He quickly goes to apply a single leg boston crab, but gets kicked in the face when trying to roll Andi over.



Andi jumps to her feet and hits a headscissors takedown to bring Vinnie down to the mat. She keeps hold of the headscissors, keeping Vinnie's head between her legs. The ref checks to see if he will submit, but he refuses.



TOMMY ONIONS: That's a position that I wouldn't mind being in.



JOSEPH GREER: Except for the crushing pain that she's putting you through.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, except for that.



Senor Vinnie gets to his knees, working his way up to his feet while lifting Andi Snow up into the air. He falls forward to power bomb Andi to the mat to get her to release him.



Vinnie gets Andi up off the mat and hurls her at the corner where she impacts and sits down to lean against the bottom turnbuckle. Vinnie is on her in a heartbeat, grabbing up up to slam home a series of knees to the face until the ref gets in between them to back Vinnie away from the corner.



Andi stands up, blood running down from the corner of her left eye down the side of her face. She glares at Vinnie around the referee.



TOMMY ONIONS: Ohhh, Andi is pissed off.



JOSEPH GREER: She's also roughly half the size of Vinnie. Not a whole lot that she can do.



TOMMY ONIONS: She can try her best and she has been victorious before.



Vinnie gets around the referee, hitting a big boot to the face that sends Andi back to the corner. Vinnie grabs her and whips her across the ring to the other corner. He follows, hitting an avalanche, and then german suplexing Andi to the center of the ring.



This time Senor Vinnie gets the single leg Boston Crab cinched in. The ref checks to see if she will submit, but she just shakes her head.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is it bad to say that I'm digging this move from the excellent view?



JOSEPH GREER: It is.



TOMMY ONIONS: Damn! I mean break that hold, babykins!



Andi reaches out as far as she can, grabbing the bottom rope to get the ref to break the hold. Andi gets back to her feet, grabbing the rising Vinnie and hitting a sitout facebuster!



Andi jumps up, hits the ropes, and comes back to hit a crossbody! She hooks a leg for the pinfall!



One





Tw-Vinnie kicks out!



Andi gets to her feet, grabs Vinnie up, but gets dropped in a jawbreaker! He applies the Mariachi Recliner (steiner recliner)!



JOSEPH GREER: Will Adni submit now to end the pain?



TOMMY ONIONS: Andi's made of sterner stuff.



The ref checks to see if Andi will submit, but she refuses. After a few minutes, Vinnie releases the hold to hit a German suplex. This is followed by another and another!



Having hit his Three Amigos suplex combination, Vinnie goes for the pinfall!



One





Two





Thre-Andi kicks out!



Vinnie pulls Andi up, going for another German suplex. This time though, he gets pulled into a running bulldog. Andi jumps to her feet, climbs to the top rope, and leaps into the air for a 450 splash!



Andi smashes onto Vinnie, hooking a leg for a pinfall attempt!



One





Two





Thre-Vinnie kicks out!



Andi jumps up, waits for Vinnie to rise, and hits a superkick that sends Vinnie into a corner! Andi runs across to the other corner before taking off into a series of flips before going for an elbow, but Vinnie charges out of the corner to hit an elbow of his own into the midsection!



JOSEPH GREER: One handspring elbow that failed!



TOMMY ONIONS: That had to hurt!



Vinnie pulls Andi into a hammerlock, converting the hold into a ddt! He perches onto the second turnbuckle, jumping off to hit a knee drop to the downed Andi Snow! He goes for the pinfall, shoving Andi's head to the side as he does so!



One





Two





Thre-Andi kicks out!



JOSEPH GREER: I don't know how much that Andi has left in her!



TOMMY ONIONS: About as much as she needs to win! Duh!



Vinnie pulls Andi up and tosses her into the ropes. On the rebound, Vinnie goes for a high knee, but Andi puts her head down and shoulder charges him right in the crotch! The two go down in a heap with Vinnie rolling away and holding his nuts.



Andi stands up, pulls Vinnie up, and whips him into the corner. She follows with a handspring elbow strike, but Vinnie charges out of the corner to strike Andi in the side of the head with an elbow with enough force to send her sliding across the mat.



Andi begins pulling herself up by the corner ropes, but is met by a knee to the face from Vinnie.



Vinnie holds the top rope and smashes his knee into Andi's face over and over again until the ref gets inbetween them to send Vinnie towards the center of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Quit hitting my Andi Snow in the face!



JOSEPH GREER: Your Andi Snow?



TOMMY ONIONS: Well, sorta.



Andi stands up, blood streaming from the side of her face. She leaps at Vinnie, nearly taking down the ref in her haste. She whips Vinnie into the corner, following up with an avalanche frankensteiner!



Andi gets Vinnie up again before bringing him back down with a running bulldog! She goes for the cover!



One





Tw-Vinnie kicks out!



Andi jumps to her feet, watching as Vinnie is slow to rise. She goes for a superkick, but Vinnie backs up and catches Andi by the ankle. He pulls her into a clothesline against the crotch, sending her down to the mat! He follows this up with a quick knee drop. He grabs Andi by the pony tail and uses it as a handle to smash the back of her head against the mat a few times before going for the pinfall!



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Thre-Andi kicks out!



Vinnie kneels up, looks sternly at the ref, and tries again while pressing Andi's head to the side.



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Thre-Andi kicks out!





Vinnie kneels up, looking angrily at the ref before back to Cactus Pete and then back to the ref.



SENOR VINNIE: Pete says that was a three count!



REF: Well, Pete is wrong!



Senor Vinnie stands up and pushes the referee.



SENOR VINNIE: Take that back!



REF: Touch me again and I will disqualify you!



From behind, Andi Snow hits a schoolboy cradle to go for the surprise cover!



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Thre-Vinnie kicks out!



TOMMY ONIONS: Cactus Pete is keeping count?



JOSEPH GREER: That's what the man says.



Both Andi and Vinnie get up at roughly the same time, Vinnie grabs her by the pony tail as a handle to bring up his knee to smash her in the face with it! And again! And again!



Vinnie drops the bloody Andi to the mat to her hands and knees before delivering a swift kick to the midsection that sends her rolling from the ring.



Vinnie runs to the ropes as Andi uses the ring apron to stand up. On the rebound, Vinnie hits Andi full in the face with a baseball slide drop kick that sends her straight into the ring railing!



Vinnie rolls into the ring, leaving Andi in a crumpled heap by the ring railing. She's on all fours, blood dripping from her face like rain to the floor.



Ellie runs down to the ring to check on Andi. She helps Andi back to her feet and helps her back into the ring. She looks to Vinnie, who is on his way back to Andi.



ELLIE: Act like you got some sense!



Vinnie ignores Ellie, pulling Andi Snow to her feet. He goes for the German suplex, but Andi elbows him in the side of the head to break the hold. She takes him down with a running neckbreaker!



Andi and Vinnie get to their feet. She hops up to deliver a hurricanrana, but smacks him upside the head a few times before sending him to the mat. She stays on him and goes for the cover.



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Tw-Vinnie kicks out!



Andi kneels up, hammering home an elbow to the side of the face before going for the cover again.



ELLIE: Go Andi go!



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Vinnie kicks out!



Andi pulls Vinnie up, whips him into the corner, and goes for the springboard tornado DDT! Vinnie holds onto Andi, lifts her up high into the air, and hurls her across the ring! Vinnie applies the Rings of Mariachi, cinching the finisher hold in tight!



Andi tries to break the hold, but finds that she cannot. She refuses to give in, but she starts to fade.



TOMMY ONIONS: Come on, Andi! You can do this!



JOSEPH GREER: I don't know. Vinnie has his finisher locked in tight.



Andi's eyes begin to dim as she flails her feet around and finds the bottom rope! The ref instructs Vinnie to break the hold and back away.



Senor Vinnie stands up and backs away with a smile.



TOMMY ONIONS: Look at him! Vinnie knows he has this all wrapped up.



JOSEPH GREER: The match isn't over yet, but things are looking glum for Andi Snow.



Vinnie pulls Andi up and grabs her for a German suplex. He gets her up into the air, but Andi backflips over his head to land behind him. Vinnie turns around to get blasted in the jaw with a superkick!



Andi gets to the top rope, gets her hands high into the air to the mad cheering of the fans. She moonsaults high into the air as Vinnie begins to rise and hits a cutter! She rolls over onto him for the pinfall!



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Three!





TOMMY ONIONS: What the Hell kind of move was that? I don't think I've seen that before!



JOSEPH GREER: Vinnie thought that he had it in the bag, but Andi Snow turned it around!



BOB MOONIE: Winner of the match via pinfall...Andi Snow!



Ellie rolls into the ring and celebrates the win with Andi as the crowd cheers them both.

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BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger...LA Johnny Stylez!



"Cold" by Crossface begins playing as Johnny Styles makes his way down to the ring to a modest mixed reaction from the crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: A few NEW fans in the audience remember Johnny.



TOMMY ONIONS: Are they fond memories though?



BOB MOONIE: And his opponent in a nontitle match, he is the Anarchy and Legacy champions...Isaiah Zepp!



"Governed by Contagions" by At the Drive In as Isaiah Zepp walks out from the back with a championship belt on each shoulder. He walks down to the ring, handing the belts to the ref to display to the crowd before handing off to the timekeeper.



TOMMY ONIONS: The man of the hour. The lucktard that managed to defeat Lex Collins and then Senor Vinnie to claim both titles. The question remains how? Can anyone really defeat anyone since Havok nearly had him not long ago and most people can claim victory over Havok.



JOSEPH GREER: Anyone can defeat anyone on any day. Everyone has their bad days.



TOMMY ONIONS: And Zepp gets to welcome the new guy.



JOSEPH GREER: I guess that Zepp spent some time in NEW as well. This is kind of a reunion then.



Isaiah Zepp begins the match by body slamming Johnny to the mat. He follows this up as Johnny sits up with a punt kick straight to the small of the back!



Johnny gets to his feet, still holding his back. Isaiah knocks him back to the mat with a vertical jump roundhouse kick to the face!



JOSEPH GREER: Zepp with the Tao of Now kick.



TOMMY ONIONS: I wonder if Stylez is going to get any offensive in this match.



JOSEPH GREER: Looks like Zepp is dominating.



Isaiah pulls Johnny up and hits a double neck chop and then an ear clap. He proceeds with an arm wrench into a crescent kick. He continues the offensive with a straightjacket German suplex, released. Zepp stands up and climbs to the top rope.



Johnny starts to stir, but Isaiah nails a somersault leg drop from the top rope to keep Johnny down to the mat!



JOSEPH GREER: An Exoskeletal Junction followed by a Straight Edge Hangover! This match could be almost over already!



TOMMY ONIONS: We're only maybe four minutes into this match. Maybe Zepp could stretch it out just a little bit more?



Zepp goes for the cover.



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Thre-Johnny kicks out!



Isaiah Zepp stands up and locks in a cross armed camel clutch! It doesn't take Johnny long to tap out.



JOSEPH GREER: Isaiah Zepp winning with Vermicide!



TOMMY ONIONS: Not quite five minutes. Beat that AWF!



JOSEPH GREER: What are you talking about?



TOMMY ONIONS: AWF's current Prestige has their "Beat the Clock" matches. They pushing the envelope.



JOSEPH GREER: They hadn't seen what we've got lined up for Pandemonium. I've seen the card and I'm pumped!



TOMMY ONIONS: Why haven't I seen the card?



JOSEPH GREER: You don't pay attention at the meetings that's why.



BOB MOONIE: Winner of the match via submission…Isaiah Zepp!

[vastrix]

Backstage, we are at the dressing room of Kintaru where he's getting ready for his match against Shane Mitchell.



There is a light knock at the door and it opens before Kintaru can say anything to reveal Esmeralda von Krauss in a metallic blue dress that hugs all of the curves. She steps into the room with a smile, closing the door behind her.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: You have the opportunity of a lifetime tonight. Not every night that a fauler Dummkopf who fails to show up for two shows in a row gets a match with the World champion.



Kintaru spares a passing glance at Esmeralda, before returning his attention to the tying of his boots.



KINTARU: Well, that’s because most people don’t know their own worth. I’m assuming you have some other reason for being here besides hanging my attendance over me?



As he finishes tying his boots up, he brings himself to an upright position. His full attention is now directed at Esmeralda.



Esmeralda takes out her foot long cigarette holder, putting an Egyptian cigarette into it, and lighting it.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I want to see how properly motivated you can be, Ken Valentine. D faces Shane Mitchell for the title at Pandemonium. I need someone to face the World champion that comes from this match at XHF Night of Champions. If you defeat Mitchell tonight, that could be you.



A fire flares up as Kintaru shoots up to his feet, aggressively approaching Esmeralda. Before physically interacting with her though, he freezes, pulling himself back as he takes a deep breath. A charming smile spreads on his face as he calmly responds.



KINTARU: I don’t go by that name anymore... You’d be wise to remember that. Unlike most of the people working for you, I’m not afraid to lay my hands on a woman... That said, you clearly know how to interest me... Beating the world champion of an entire network is... Intriguing. However, I can’t help but notice you “Could be”.



Esmeralda smiles, blowing smoke into the air.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: It's all up to you, dahling. I don't celebrate those who lose.



Kintaru chuckles to himself lightly, before extending his hand out for a handshake. A sinister look fills his eyes, as a creepy smile spreads across his face.



KINTARU: Well, it sounds to me like you’ve got an opponent for your special XHF guest.



Esmeralda looks down at Kintaru’s hand with a slight look of disgust and disinterest. She calmly taps the top of her cigarette holder causing a small piece of ash to fall from the tip of her cigarette.



ESMERALDA: Put that thing away Dahling. I know better than to shake hands with der Teufel.



Kintaru slowly clenches his hand as he retracts it, before reaching for Esmeralda’s cigarette, pulling it out of it’s holder. He takes a small puff from it, as he glares into Esmeralda’s eyes. The smoke slowly escapes from his nostrils before he gently returns the cigarette to the holder.



KINTARU: Well then I guess I’d better go out there and put on a show, huh?



Esmeralda narrows her eyes at Kintaru, but her expression brightens.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: You had better put on a great show. I'll leave you to it.



With that, she leaves the room.



Kintaru watches Esmeralda leave, before returning to the bench. He leans back, as he stares up at the ceiling, immediately lost in thought.



KINTARU: Two world Champions in a row, huh? It’s almost too easy.



After a few more moments being lost in thought, Kintaru sits upright, and continues prepping for his match, as the show fades to commercial

[vastrix]

JOSEPH GREER: We certainly hope you’re enjoying the action here at Anarchy Forty-Nine as we prepare for a Pay Per View that just may live up to it’s name, Pandemonium!



TOMMY ONIONS: Thata boy Greer get that bonus money for plugging the pay per view! Yeah, the boss lady has been tight lipped on this one. Come to think of it, she hasn’t actually announced what kinds of crazy ass matches will be coming! I can’t ducking wait!



Switching back to the arena, fans are cheering, not just in anticipation of Pandemonium, but there was still more Anarchy to come.



JOSEPH GREER: Here we go with what should be a very interesting match as we creep closer and closer to our main event of the evening. Before we get to that though, we have a lumberjack match.



TOMMY ONIONS: So they get Axes and chainsaws and shit?! Finally! My new favourite match!



JOSEPH GREER: *sighs* It’s been almost five years now Tommy, a lumberjack match.



Expecting an answer, Greer is instead greeted by a solid five seconds of silence. Clearly Tommy has no clue what he’s talking about.



JOSEPH GREER: You know, when the ring is surrounded by wrestlers so no one can leave, a lumberjack match!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh, LUMBERjack match! Why didn’t you say so?!



JOSEPH GREER: Hopeless…



Saving Joseph Greer’s very sanity, their conversation is ended as "Iron Wolf" by Beast wars heralds the first true test of Big Ass Hank and the RSW Blackshirts’ replacements.



JOSEPH GREER: Led by Gabriel Tuck, here come the lumber jacks, the new RSW Security team. I don’t know about you Tommy, but I’m not exactly feeling a whole lot safer with our CEO’s hired goons now enforcing the rules!



TOMMY ONIONS: Look at these motherfuckers. I thought Reaper and the Dravens were creepy back in the day…look at that one!



Focusing on the pack of some twenty miscreants trailing behind Tuck showed a motley crew of likely sociopaths. Most of which were dressed in red and black, their faces painted with varying smiles.



A close up reveals an albino clown, his pale complexion further offset by his white clothes, just a little dingy but otherwise he was a beacon within the pack of ravenous clowns, a crazed look held his eyes.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m told that thing straight from my nightmares is called Whitewash.



TOMMY ONIONS: And that one! We’ve seen that one before!



Indeed, a dirty bloodstained jumpsuit clad clown with thick dirty green dreadlocks and cracked and peeling clown makeup stares around the arena cackling at anyone foolish enough to make eye contact with him.



JOSEPH GREER: That is HeHeHe, he and his twin brother faced ‘D’ and one Jakie Wentzel while ‘D’ was still under the guise of Vengador Oscuro.



TOMMY ONIONS: Where do you think they get them all? Like do they go to old carnivals? Or is there a pound?



JOSEPH GREER: There is Sticky the Clown, I’m not making that up folks. I think I can smell him from here…



At Tuck’s direction, the clowns circle the ring and start pounding on the mat. Some laugh, others shriek, a few simply scream. Some in the audience are clearly uncomfortable with the Krimson Kharnival clowns about.



GABRIEL TUCK: There’s one more…



The crowd erupts in boos as ‘Circus Apocalypse’ by Vermillion Lies blasts through the arena!



JOSEPH GREER: Esmeralda Von Krauss! Our acting CEO is one of the lumberjacks!



TOMMY ONIONS: She can go after my wood whenever she wants Greer…whenever she wants.



JOSEPH GREER: I’ll be sure to tell her…



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh dear God no! Do not do that!



Walking slowly to the ring, clearly the boos of the RSW faithful meaning nothing to her. This was her arena, her time!



BOB MOONEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to ringside, the acting CEO of Riot Star Wrestling…Esmeralda Von Krauss!



JOSEPH GREER: This can’t be good for ‘D’. With Esmeralda Von Krauss at ringside, you can almost count on some interference from the clowns!



TOMMY ONIONS: How Date you besmirch the good name of our boss lady!



JOSEPH GREER: I hear Shane besmirches her plenty…



TOMMY ONIONS: Damn Joey! Just damn! I mean good one and that should have came from me, but damn!



Reaching the ring side area, she snaps her fingers and a clown runs off to fetch her a steel folding chair. He’s back almost instantly.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: That…*sighs* will do.



Taking a seat, she waves at Bob Mooney as if to say ‘you may carry on now’.



BOB MOONEY: Introducing first; from Dallas, Texas…weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds...Steve Murdock!



“Lunatic Fringe” by Red Ryder begins playing, rising slowly until the song fully kicks in as Steve Murdock, kendo stick in hand, bursts through the curtain to a loud, but mixed reaction!



JOSEPH GREER: Steve Murdock debuting some new music here at Anarchy Forty Nine! A divisive wrestler, some love him for his wild and crazy style, while others dislike his need to seemingly keep upping the stakes!



TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck that! Keep going Steve! Keep going until you find whatever you’re looking for!



Making his way to the ring, Murdock looks focused, ready and maybe just a little more unhinged than usual.



JOSEPH GREER: As Murdock makes his way to the ring, let’s talk about the history between these two.



TOMMY ONIONS: History? Who cares? Let them get in there and tear each other apart! Hell, let the clowns in too! Let’s do this!



JOSEPH GREER: I appreciate your ‘enthusiasm’ Tommy, but these two go way back to Genesis, a promotion we here in RSW can draw our history back to via GCW and GwF! I understand that it was ‘D’ who personally reached out to Murdock to bring him here to begin with!



Cutting back to the stage as a ready and frustrated Steve Murdock paces the ring.



BOB MOONEY: Introducing his opponent; hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds…he is the number one contender to the RSW World Heavyweight Championship, he is the man known simply as D!!!!



A fresh burst of cheer accompanies the beginning chords to ‘Freak’ by Silverchair blast its way through the arena sound system.



Then darkness takes over the arena.



A single spotlight casts light towards the top of the ramp way. D steps out into the red spotlight at the top of the ramp way.



TOMMY ONIONS: Jesus he over does this.



JOSEPH GREER: ‘D’ has always been known for not just his in ring ability, but his ability to work a crowd.



TOMMY ONIONS: Work? He hasn’t worked the last two events!



D walks down the ramp way with a shadowy grace, as has become his norm lately, he ignores the fans as he surveys the arena, taking in the cheers, boos and confused in-betweeners alike.



JOSEPH GREER: ‘D’ has been concentrating on winning the World Championship, but am I the only one seeing the shift in his temperament?



TOMMY ONIONS: *laughs* And how the fuck is that going Greer? He didn’t get the job done at Masquerade and somehow managed to get a rematch despite being suspended.



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy that may be the closest thing to actual insightful commentary you’ve ever said. This is the first time ‘D’ has had a match since Masquerade, but he’s been plenty busy. Just ask Shane Mitchell.



TOMMY ONIONS: Ask Mitchell? You mean, ask the champ? The one allegedly banging our gorgeous German boss over there!? That lucky son of a bitch?! What am I going to ask him? How can I be more like him? Fuck you Greer, ya hater!



JOSEPH GREER: Ok, I guess you kind of have me there, but like I was saying…ever since he’s become focused on the championship…



Walking right past Gabriel Tuck, ‘D’ rolls into the ring to stand on the second turnbuckle to stand high above Esmeralda and her motley gang of thugs.



TOMMY ONIONS: Focused nothing, he’s staring down past the clowns straight at Esmeralda!



Looking satisfied with whatever is going on around the current CEO D jumps down from the second turnbuckle and begins stretching and testing the ropes.



Turning his attention to Steve Murdock, his features soften slightly.



‘D’: We don’t have to do this.



STEVE MURDOCK: Then quit!



Shaking his head, ‘D’ shrugs as Shawna Savante calls for the bell.



DING! DING!! DING!!!



The larger Murdock charges at ‘D’ swinging wildly!



JOSEPH GREER: There’s the bell and Murdock is a man possessed! He’s out there throwing bombs at the enigma!



TOMMY ONIONS: This Guy is great! Weapons and constantly trying to win…my kind of guy!



JOSEPH GREER: I think he also realizes that the longer this match goes, the more it favours ‘D’.



Dodging a fresh barrage of haymakers, ‘D’ touches up the larger Murdock with a couple body shots on his way out.



STEVE MURDOCK: Didn’t hurt.



‘D’: Wasn’t supposed to.



JOSEPH GREER: ‘D’ clearly doesn’t want to be in there with Murdock.



TOMMY ONIONS: Who would? That morherfucker’s crazy! He literally just said getting punched didn’t hurt!



JOSEPH GREER: No, I mean yeah he kinda is, but it’s looks like more than that. Maybe ‘D’ thinks they’re friends from their days in Genesis?



TOMMY ONIONS: My friends don’t take to take my head off with the old ass punches Greer, what kind of freaks do you hang out with?



JOSEPH GREER: I know what you’re saying Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: You do?



JOSEPH GREER: Murdock made it clear he, at least in part, blames ‘D’ for his loss to Andi Snow. He thinks ‘D’s’ coaching helped the returning Snow get the win over the former Genesis Daredevil!



TOMMY ONIONS: Ummm…yeah, that!



In the ring, Murdock and ‘D’ lock up, the more powerful Murdock Irish whips the enigma to the ropes.



JOSEPH GREER: Lock up and Murdock now with an Irish whip…



A simple, but effective shoulder tackle sends ‘D’ to the mat for the first time this match. The crowd cheers as Murdock goes to work.



JOSEPH GREER: Big shoulder tackle! Murdock looking to take control early!



TOMMY ONIONS: Here we go!



The moment ‘D’ hits the canvas, Esmeralda bolts up from her seat.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Now!



The crowd erupts in boos as the clowns dive into the ring swarming ‘D’ and knocking Steve Murdock from the ring!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh come on! This is totally uncalled for!



TOMMY ONIONS: And that’s why you don’t fuck with the boss Greer.



Simply staring at Bob Mooney, Esmeralda outstretches her hand. No further explanation is needed as the veteran ring announcer hands over the microphone.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Now Dahling…you didn’t think I would simply allow you walk back into my ring after all you’ve done no?



Fighting as best he can, ‘D’ is overwhelmed almost immediately as the sea of clowns seems to be competing for a chance to drag a piece of the enigma back to their queen as Gabriel Tuck hangs back directing traffic.



JOSEPH GREER: Skilled or not, there’s got to be twenty of them or more! Wait…



A cheer bursts from the crowd as random objects; chairs, a ladder, and a fire extinguisher crumple the outer row of clowns!



JOSEPH GREER: Murdock is launching artillery into the lumberjacks! He’s got a kendo stick and a chair! See their time together in Genesis wouldn’t allow Murdock to simply let them pick apart the enigma!



Cracking Gabriel Tuck across the back, the security team lead hits the mat and rolls to the outside as Murdock hacks a path through the clowns with a freshly launched chair!



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit! Yes! This is nuts Greer! I mean he’s probably gonna pay for this, but fuck yeah!



HeHeHe crumples to the mat with a chair shot. Some six clowns are down and with their leader licking his wounds outside the ring, several scatter, Whitewash and Sticky the Clown among them.



TOMMY ONIONS: I mean Murdock’s probably just pissed off that they hit him too, this isn’t some golden moment Greer, they just pissed of a sociopath!



‘D’ makes it to his feet as Murdock hands him a chair and switches to a kendo stick.



JOSEPH GREER: Still think that? He just gave ‘D’ a chair!



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s crazy not stupid! There’s like twenty of them…you said it yourself!



Driving the chair into the abdomen of the nearest clown, ‘D’ leaves the clown wide open for Murdock!



JOSEPH GREER: Teamwork here from Murdock and ‘D’!



TOMMY ONIONS: Shhhh! Listen to this…



CRACK! The sound of the kendo stick buckling and stinging the flesh of this poor unfortunate clown practically sends shockwaves throughout the arena!



JOSEPH GREER: Listen to that crowd Tommy! These fans are going wild and the clowns are retreating! Esmeralda Von Krauss is NOT impressed!



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, I hope they enjoy their little moment here because they’re going to pay for this!



Esmeralda drops the microphone, ordering a nearby clown to light the end of the cigarette for her.



A giant puff of smoke later, Gabriel Tuck is at her side as the crew of clowns and their Queen glare at the two men in the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Well folks this is where security would be great, but this gang is the security!



TOMMY ONIONS: Ain’t that a bitch?!



‘D’: I’m sorry…



Bang! The chair connecting with Murdock’s head sends the bear six and half footer to the mat as though he’d been shot.



‘D’: …but this chapter needs to close. It’s time. I really am sorry Steve.



Blasting Murdock once more for good measure, ‘D’ drops the chair containing the head indent of his former brother in arms.



Climbing the turnbuckle once more as medical staff starts to check on Murdock, ‘D’ states down at Esmeralda and her goons as the crowd boos, unsure of what they’ve seen. In turn ‘D’ motions to his waist miming the championship.



JOSEPH GREER: I said it earlier, ‘D’ is different now that he’s chasing after Shane Mitchell and the RSW World Heavyweight Championship! A clearly conflicted enigma might have just buried Genesis once and for all!



TOMMY ONIONS: Ok Greer, big deal…you were right. The last time you were right the question was ‘is my wife cheating on me?’ Don’t let it go to your head!



Smiling, Esmeralda waves off a furious Gabriel Tuck, who in turn orders the clowns to stand down.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Come Dahlings, our work here is done.



The show cuts to commercial as the CEO and her veritable army of clowns exit the ramp.



JOSEPH GREER: We have to take our final commercial break folks, when we come back…our main event!!!

[vastrix]

JOSEPH GREER: We’re back from our final break folks and the ring has finally been cleared and Steve Murdock has been taken to the back to be examined by our top notch medical personnel, we’ll have updates shortly after the conclusion of tonight’s broadcast via RSW’s new home on the XHF Network!

TOMMY ONIONS: Way to shill for the network Joey, you whore!

The XHF Network graphic appears across the bottom of the screen in a timely plug for our new home.

JOSEPH GREER: Regardless, we’re here Tommy! Main event of the evening! Who do you have and why?

With almost zero hesitation, Tommy’s answer basically jumps out.

TOMMY ONIONS: I have Shane Mitchell to win because he actually comes out when his name is called!

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

CROWD: ONE FALL!

BOB MOONEY: …and is the main event of the evening! First, on his way to the ring, from Huddersfield, England…weighing in at he is the Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion

Crowd boo extremely loudly “You sold out” chants are heard once again as“Fool’s Gold” by the Stone Roses begins playing. Shane Mitchell walks out from the back, the RSW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder.

JOSEPH GREER: There he is, the World Heavyweight Champion, Shane Mitchell. Despite being the World Champion, Mitchell has opted to make his entrance first here tonight!

TOMMY ONIONS: Again…because he knows there is every possibility that Kintaru doesn’t actually show up!

JOSEPH GREER: Granted, despite years of hearing about his ‘master plan’ off and on for years now, we’ve yet to see him live up to massive hype that continually comes with those kind of statements…

Shane looks at it before turning back to the crowd. He lowers his head and raises a water bottle above him, pouring it on his head and face. He spits some of the water out as he begins to walk forward towards the ring.

TOMMY ONIONS: You’re down on him, as though he’s going to show up!

JOSEPH GREER: We have to do the same thing management did when they booked this match!

TOMMY ONIONS: Which was?

JOSEPH GREER: Have hope.

He pauses in the aisle for a moment, and points to the “Shane Mitchell” logo on his jersey, showing it off to the crowd.

JOSEPH GREER: Shane is certainly taking his time!

TOMMY ONIONS: He’s the Champion Greer, he can do as he wants!

JOSEPH GREER: I’m starting to think Mitchell’s carde blanche has more to do with his activities outside the ring than in it!

TOMMY ONIONS: Look, just cause he allegedly wrestles the boss lady in his spare time, doesn’t mean he gets special treatment.

Once he gets to the ring, he climbs in and walks to the centre of the ring. Shawna glares at the Champion, still clearly upset at Mitchell’s filming her pleasuring herself in the shower and then broadcasting it for the world AND her conservative parents to see.

JOSEPH GREER: Shawna clearly still not forgiving Mitchell, Shawna having legitimate issues with the Champion likely he explain why our top referee was replaced by Esmeralda Von Krauss at Masquerade!

TOMMY ONIONS: What did Shane do again?

JOSEPH GREER: Umm , the whole shower thing…

TOMMY ONIONS: Oh yeah…that reminds me, I should look that up on YouPorn later.

Once there, he takes off his jersey and tosses it to the corner. He takes off the RSW World Championship belt as well, and holds it high above his head for everyone to see. He slowly looks around the arena with a smirk, soaking in the atmosphere.

JOSEPH GREER: That’s disgusting, but now that Shane is on the ring, it’s time for the moment of truth.

BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, from New York City, New York, KINTARU!!!!!!”

“A Nightmare To Remember” by Dream Theater starts to play and the RSW fans boo loudly for the brash and arrogant former Genesis and GCW Star.

TOMMY ONIONS: The moment of truth Greer, a hundred bucks says he doesn’t show up!

JOSEPH GREER: It’s a long walk through the back tonight Tommy.

TOMMY ONIONS: Sure man, sure. We’ll just wait a bit before Shane is declared the winner…we got time!

Boos grow as seconds pass, soon practically the entire crowd is growling for the blood of Kintaru. Yet, he hasn’t walked through the curtain.

JOSEPH GREER: I would assume this is exactly what management feared when they booked this one Tommy.

As the seconds pass, “A Nightmare to Remember” is well into it’s play time, when suddenly and unexpectedly the crowd pops as a figure walks through the curtain from the back.

JOSEPH GREER: Wait! There he is! Kintaru did, in fact, make the trip here to Barcelona!

TOMMY ONIONS: I’ll be damned! He actually showed up!

Walking to the ring, the crowd means nothing to Kintaru. He focus is his goal, the ring, Shane Mitchell.

JOSEPH GREER: Look at the focus and determination of Kintaru as he walks the aisle Tommy! I think he might have been right behind the curtain the whole time. Maybe he was trying to goad Shane into a false sense of overconfidence.

TOMMY ONIONS: Or maybe they had to blast his ass with a cattle prod just to get him to walk it here. Though, he appears to be walking fine so I doubt that! But I can dream damn it!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

As soon as the bell sounds, Kintaru sprints across the ring, throws himself into Shane Mitchell and takes him to the mat with a roll up pin. Shawna drops to the mat and counts the pin.

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru with the roll up!

.........One!

………………Two!!

Shane kicks out, shock etched on his face. As the champion gets to his knees the look quickly fades to embarrassment and then rage. Kintaru backs away, his eyes fixed on his opponent.

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru very nearly picked up the win with that quick roll up!

TOMMY ONIONS: Key word ‘nearly’ Greer, you’re acting like this motherfucker just showing up is a win.

Shawna comes to check on Shane and tells him the match has indeed started and Kintaru takes immediate advantage, running in and slamming a forearm Shane’s head, staggering him. Kintaru batters the champion into the corner, kicks him in the midsection and wedges his foot into Mitchell’s throat, choking him. Shawna starts the count.

……One!

…………Two!!

…………………Three!!!

…………………………..Four!!!!

Shawna Savante forcefully breaks the choke and gives Kintaru a verbal warning.

JOSEPH GREER: Shawna getting in there to break the hold. After all this talk of if Kintaru would even show up, it would be a shame to ruin it by getting disqualified!

TOMMY ONIONS: Actually for all the hype about him actually being here, it would be kinda funny. Pathetic, but funny.

Kintaru shoves the referee aside and rushes back at Shane. Mitchell hits Kintaru with a huge right hand on the way in, staggering him.

Shane charges out of the corner and hits Kintaru with an STO, taking him down and driving hard to the mat.

JOSEPH GREER: Shane Mitchell going old school with an STO! The Champion is now in control!

Taking a moment to get his composure back, Mitchell locks an Arm bar in on Kintaru and Shawna is right on top of thing to check to see if he submits. Kintaru struggles to reach the ropes, but is unable.

TOMMY ONIONS: This is it! Watch Kintaru tap out! All that talk and a hundred dollars lost and he taps after a couple minutes!

Kintaru pushes and pulls at Shane’s legs attempting to escape the hold. Kintaru manages to get to his knees, screaming and clearly in pain he manages to get to his feet with the RSW Champion still trying to hold on to the submission.

Kintaru wraps his free arm around one of Shane’s thighs. Practically screaming, he stands up and power bomb’s Mitchell hard in the middle of the ring, breaking the hold and falling into another pinfall attempt!

JOSEPH GREER: Amazing huge power reversal from Kintaru! What a desperation move Tommy! Cover!

……….One!

……………..Two!!

Another kick out by Shane draws a cheer from the crowd. The Barcelona fans may not have known they would actually get this match but they were certainly glad they did as both men look to end things early, and in any way they can!

JOSEPH GREER: Another two count for Kintaru Tommy! This looks like the Kintaru we have been hearing about all these years! The one we’ve seen flashes of greatness from!

TOMMY ONIONS: Big deal Joey…I’m pretty sure greatness is Shane Mitchell’s middle name, he’ll need more than that to beat Mitchell!

Kintaru both gets slowly to his feet and pulls Shane back to a vertical base. Kintaru slams his elbow in to Mitchell’s jaw then Irish Whips him cross the ring.

Kintaru uses his experience and ring awareness to hotshot Shane across the top rope. Clutching at his neck, the champion rolls to the outside with Kintaru right behind.

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru with a quick-thinking counter and he’s hot on the champion’s heels.

TOMMY ONIONS: Is it just be for has this match already gone longer than expected?

JOSEPH GREER: Well Tommy, as Shawna looks to be getting ready to start her ten count…I’d say based on history alone, apparently some backstage were concerned that this matchup would take place at all!

Shaking off the effects of the barrage he’d endured this far, Kintaru rolls to the outside.

JOSEPH GREER: Stiff forearm shot to the small of the champion’s back. Kintaru seems to be targeting the back of Mitchell as well as battering him upstairs!

…...One!

TOMMY ONIONS: Now get a chair!

JOSEPH GREER: He doesn’t want to get disqualified Tommy, a win here for Kintaru could go a long way to reestablishing himself as a top level talent and ditch that ”what if” stigma he’s had these last few years.

.........Two!!

TOMMY ONIONS: That a lot of words to say he should try to win Greer!

The clubbing blows to the lower back lead to punches as Kintaru tries to soften up the champion.

…………Three!!!

Turning him around, Kintaru lands a hard left that staggers Mitchell before shooting in for a wrestling style takedown.

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru in control, shooting in, what’s he thinking here? Oh! Rammed back first into the ring apron! That’s the hardest part of the ring Tommy! Mitchell is down and Shawna is up to Five!

...............Four!!!!

Dragging Mitchell back up to his feet Kintaru wobbles him once again with a pair of heavy punches before Irish whipping the champion into the guard rail sending the ringing of metal on flesh sounding out throughout the arena!


………………Five!!!!!

Rushing in, Kintaru collides with the guardrail as he misses a lariat seemingly designed to decapitate the current World Heavyweight Champion.

Snatching an opportunity, Mitchell sinks in a deep sleeper hold!

JOSEPH GREER: Sleeperhold on the outside by Mitchell, Kintaru is fading!

TOMMY ONIONS: He better hurry! Shawna is about to count them both out!

…………………Six!!!!!!

Kintaru fights the hold as Shane wrenches, tightening his grip as He listens for Shawna’s count.

JOSEPH GREER: Mitchell is putting him out! He’s going to win this by countout!

TOMMY ONIONS: This Greer! This is why Shane Mitchell is the most successful wrestler in RSW history! He’ll take his win anyway he can get it!

Kintaru struggles for air, landing a short elbow to Shane’s was ribs which only causes the Champion to wrench harder.

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru is fighting until the bitter end! You have to admire his fighting spirit!

TOMMY ONIONS: No Greer, I have to admire Winners! Winners Greer! Not those who tried their best! No participation ribbons on Team Onions baby!

…………………Seven!!!!!!!

Rushing forward and dropping with a modified drop tie hold of sorts, Kintaru sends both of them hard into the ring post. Shoulder first for Kintaru and straight to the forehead of the champion.

JOSEPH GREER: A great desperation counter from Kintaru!

TOMMY ONIONS: Except now they’re both going to get counted out!

……………………..Eight!!!!!!!!

Kintaru manages to roll into the ring, grasping his shoulder, he fights to use the ropes to pull himself to his feet!

…………………………Nine!!!!!!!!!

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru’s back in the ring! With both men so intense in the early going of this match, it would be a shame if it ended like this!

TOMMY ONIONS: Shut up Greer! Take the win, get the extra money, pay Greer the hundred buck you cost me you fuck!

……………………………Te…no Mitchell manages to barely roll under the bottom rope!

JOSEPH GREER: Oh! That was razor close! Shawna was a moment away from counting out Shane Mitchell! Mitchell May be out of it Tommy, the Champion is barely able to pull himself to a corner!

For a second time, Kintaru rushes Mitchell like a rapid dog going after raw meat, this time the Champion pulls out a desperation move of his own, snatching the waistband of Kintaru’s trunks and bringing him down hard through the second turnbuckle and into the ring post!

JOSEPH GREER: Shane Mitchell with a quick thinking counter! I think Kintaru’s head might have hit the post there Tommy!

TOMMY ONIONS: Wait…yes! He’s bleeding! Get him Shane! Get me my hundred dollars worth of that bastard’s blood!

Shane pulls a bloody and groggy Kintaru to his feet. Kintaru surprises the Champion by raking his eyes. Blinded, Shane swings wildly with no true hope to defend himself and Kintaru hits him with the Kintaru Kutter.

JOSEPH GREER: KINTARU CUTTER! He hit it! Tommy he hit it!

Spiking Mitchell to the canvas, the bloodied Kintaru instinctively reaches out to his damaged shoulder.

TOMMY ONIONS: Big deal, he can’t even cover him!

Crawling to make the cover, from the left side of the champion, Kintaru can’t manage to hook the leg.

JOSEPH GREER: He might not need much of a cover Tommy!

……………One!

…………………Two!!

………………………Three!!!

JOSEPH GREER: No wait! Shawna is waving off the fall, Shane had his foot on the ropes!

TOMMY ONIONS: Whew! Imagine the embarrassment for Shane!

Kintaru is beside himself, he can’t believe how close he was to a win that may have very well re-established him as a top championship contender!

JOSEPH GREER: Embarrassment for Shane?! Kintaru has given everything he has here tonight! Like him or not, you have to admire the effort!

TOMMY ONIONS: Are you deaf? I told you earlier, I admire winners Greer! Winners!

Kintaru get's to his feet almost beside himself with disbelief, arguing with Shawna!

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru wasting too much time here. He needs to stay on top of Mitchell.

Shane takes a moment or two to come to his senses and register what is going on before coming up behind Kintaru.

With the Champion unseen, he locks his arms around Kintaru's waist and takes him down hard with a huge German Suplex. Mitchell keeps his hands locked around Kintaru's waist and drags him back to his feet before hitting another German Suplex. Shane rolls through and again pulls Kintaru back to his feet.

JOSEPH GREER: A pair of German suplexes from Shane…now the champ’s looking to finish off the trifecta!

Kintaru drives an elbow into Shane’s head, stopping the momentum. Kintaru again elbows Samson, forcing him to release his hold.]

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru manages to escape those rolling German Suplex's!

Kintaru takes Shane to the mat with a double leg take down. He grabs a handful of Shane’s hair and rains down on him with a barrage of right handed punches.

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru holding Shane Mitchell in place by his hair while he viciously beats the Champion!

TOMMY ONIONS: Hell yeah! This is what it’s all about Greer! Just beat the shit out of the other guy until he can’t go anymore!

Shane, somehow, manages to grab Kintaru's wrist after one very vicious punch and holds it as tightly as he can. Kintaru releases Mitchell’s hair while trying to pull his right hand free and He strikes locking Kintaru in to the Gogoplata.]

JOSEPH GREER: GOGOPLATA!!! Kintaru in serious trouble now! Mitchell May have pulled out another one here tonight, Shawna is in position.

As Shawna checks for a tap or for Kintaru passing out a cheer burst from the crowd, within moments some jeers are mixed in based on his actions earlier.

JOSEPH GREER: It’s ‘D’! Fresh off being attacked by Esmeralda Von Krauss’ goons!

Running to ring side, Mitchell turns his head taking notice of his chair wielding Pandemonium challenger.

TOMMY ONIONS: So, ‘D’ hates both of these guys. What’s he gonna do, wait for Kinty to go out and then blast Shane?

JOSEPH GREER: Two pieces of solid analysis in as many matches, I’m impressed!

TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck you Greer!

The distraction from ‘D’ causes Shane to lessen the hold ever so slightly giving Kintaru a much needed window to post up, using the gogoplata to pin Shane’s shoulders to the mat!

As Shawna checks and starts to count, ‘D’ hops up onto the apron, setting Kintaru’s feet onto the ropes for leverage!

JOSEPH GREER: ‘D’ is helping Kintaru! The shoulders are down! Shawna can’t see his feet in the ropes! Not like this!

TOMMY ONIONS: Yes! Maybe he’ll pay the hundred bucks after all!

……….One!

………………Two!!

………………………Three!!!

As soon as Shawna’s hand hits the mat to register the three count, ‘D’ pushes Kintaru’s feet from the ropes.

DING! DING!! DING!!!

JOSEPH GREER: Not like this! A tightly contested match ends in controversy, but Kintaru will get credit for the victory here, give the assist to ‘D’!

TOMMY ONIONS: What a dirty trick! I like it!

Satisfied with his actions, ‘D’ turns his back to the ring as the crowd is split between the thrilling match they just watched and the controversial conclusion and “A Nightmare to Remember” by Dream Theater starts to play.

BOB MOONEY: The winner of this match….Kintaru!

Dragging himself to his feet, Kintaru doesn’t seem immediately aware of what has happened.

Shane is beside himself with rage, realizing he’s been cheated as the replay takes over the RioTron!

JOSEPH GREER: Shane and Kintaru are just seeing how things truly ended now! And their reactions couldn’t be more different! Shane is enraged!

TOMMY ONIONS: You’d think Kintaru would be disappointed, but…is he laughing?

Indeed, in the ring, “A Nightmare to Remember” continues as Kintaru enjoys a good chuckle at the replay as ‘D’ slowly walks the entrance ramp toward the back once more.

JOSEPH GREER: Oh No! Shane won’t take this Tommy, he’s attacked Kintaru from behind!

TOMMY ONIONS: Sore loser and I get why but the referee didn’t see it Greer, so it counts!

A clubbing clothesline crushes an amused Kintaru into the corner and Shane goes on the attack!

JOSEPH GREER: Shane is battering an already bloodied Kintaru!

TOMMY ONIONS: That’s the price you pay to get a dirty one Greer! Sometimes you get a little bloody…

Sensing Tommy isn’t talking about wrestling anymore, a slightly disgusted Joseph Greer moves on.

JOSEPH GREER: This is unfortunate Tommy! For this match to end this way, we’ll need to see these two get back in there sooner rather than later! Wait…look at ‘D’!

TOMMY ONIONS: That’s cold even for me! He’s not even turning around, he’s just watching him get beat! That’s sick! I like it!

Standing about three quarters of the way up the ramp watching the RioTron as Mitchell takes his frustrations out on a Kintaru doing his best to cover up while a pool of blood collects beneath his head.

Watching for a few more moments, ‘D’ very clearly draws a deep breath and sighs before turning around and matching back toward the ring and Shane Mitchell to a huge cheer, steel chair in hand!

JOSEPH GREER: He’s going back to save Kintaru!

TOMMY ONIONS: Nah, I just think he really hates Shane man!

Hearing the cheers, Mitchell looks up and upon seeing the chair brandishing enigma running his way, he leaves the ring, collects his RSW World Heavyweight Championship and makes a hasty retreat through the crowd.

JOSEPH GREER: Mitchell is out of there!

TOMMY ONIONS: Do you blame him? ‘D’ could very well finish off Kintaru for Mitchell for all we know!

Standing over Kintaru, ‘D’ waits and watches as Kintaru slowly pulls himself back to his feet, his face a crimson mask.

On wobbly legs, Kintaru look at ‘D’ as though to say “Go on, finish it!”

JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru defiant to the bitter end tonight!

TOMMY ONIONS: He’s gonna do it!

The crowd is split between “Yes!” And “No!” Chants as ‘D’ appears conflicted in what he’ll do.

JOSEPH GREER: These two have had many matches over the years and have developed a begrudging respect if nothing else.

A staggering Kintaru stares at his old foe, waiting, knowing there isn’t much he can do should the enigma decide to finish the job.

‘D’ drops the chair into the pool of Kintaru’s blood, continuing to stare down his long time rival.

TOMMY ONIONS: Oh come on!

JOSEPH GREER: The respect held between these two may be more than we’ve seen in recent months here in Riot Star Wrestling!

A weary Kintaru doesn’t break eye contact as he extends his hand slowly to ‘D’. Once again, the fans are split between “Yes!” And “No!” Chants. But the two men only continue to stare at each other.

JOSEPH GREER: I think he’s going to do it. Years of fighting each other have had to have built up that respect we mentioned earlier!

TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck respect, I needs to get paid! He is competition!

Looking from Kintaru’s hand to look the man in the eye, ‘D’ says nothing. Instead choosing to simply drop to the mat and roll under the bottom rope to the outside, prompting a devilish smirk from Kintaru.

JOSEPH GREER: There will be no handshake tonight Tommy, but it looks like Kintaru not only expected it, but enjoys that ‘D’ would help him…yet not trust him!

TOMMY ONIONS: I’m going on record Greer, he lives to regret not ending ol’ Kinty right there!

A final mix of cheers and boos accompany the enigma’s decision as “A Nightmare to Remember” begins once more ending the show with a victorious Kintaru alone in the ring!

JOSEPH GREER: We’re out of time here live in Barcelona, join us for our next event…live on Pay Per View where we find out the ramifications of what just went down. We promise it will be Pandemonium!

TOMMY ONIONS: Did you really end on that?

JOSEPH GREER: Yes I did! And goodnight!