Anonymous TV: Anonymous Assault 12/08/19
Aug 3, 2019 15:17:21 GMT -5
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Post by Bobby Barratt on Aug 3, 2019 15:17:21 GMT -5
..::AXW PRESENTS: ANONYMOUS ASSAULT::..
12/08/2019
"Throne" by Bring me the Horizon plays across the Legion as fans cheer. The fallout from Night of Champions "Week of Gold" is massive! The fan reaction says they're ready for the next chapter in AXW history!
Derrick Donovan: Welcome folks to Anonymous TV! We're here from the Legion in London and the fans in attendance are buzzing with anticipation!
BB Gunn: Not just any anticipation either, this isn't just your normal run of the mill Anonymous TV! This time there's a twist... No one... Not even we know the card!
Derrick Donovan: That's right! The first we know of each match is when you folks at home do! Not even the competitors know their opponents! So let's get to it!
The lights go down and the arena falls silent.
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.
Derrick Donovan: There we have it folks, the first entrant for Anonymous Assault is none other than Raymond Harding!
Harding leans back in the corner as the lights go down again. A few seconds pass as he doesn't let his gaze wander from the screen. All of a sudden:
Derrick Donovan: Welcome folks to Anonymous TV! We're here from the Legion in London and the fans in attendance are buzzing with anticipation!
BB Gunn: Not just any anticipation either, this isn't just your normal run of the mill Anonymous TV! This time there's a twist... No one... Not even we know the card!
Derrick Donovan: That's right! The first we know of each match is when you folks at home do! Not even the competitors know their opponents! So let's get to it!
The lights go down and the arena falls silent.
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.
Derrick Donovan: There we have it folks, the first entrant for Anonymous Assault is none other than Raymond Harding!
Harding leans back in the corner as the lights go down again. A few seconds pass as he doesn't let his gaze wander from the screen. All of a sudden:
BB Gunn: Another relative newcomer! That's Justice Legal!
Smoke fills the arena, red lights can be seen through the clouds of smoke as "Year Zero - Ghost" plays and Legal walks to the ring to his own pace. He pays no attention to any person in the arena until he gets to the ring and stares down Harding!
The Referee checks both men over before calling for the bell!
[...DING! DING!...]
Both men lock up and Harding quickly utilises his weight advantage to get the upper hand. He twists and pulls Legal into a side headlock. Legal slips out, turning it into a hammerlock and both men trade a few holds back and forth. In the end, we see Legal on top with a side wristlock on Harding. Harding steps sideways, setting Legal off balance and drops backwards, pulling Harding shoulder first into the buckle!
BB Gunn: Big impact to start the match there!
Harding nurses his shoulder, but Legal is right back on him immediately! Legal grabs hold of the arm and smashes his elbow into the shoulder joint of Harding as Harding screams out in pain!
Derrick Donovan: It seems Justice Legal has a game plan here!
Legal continues to wear down the injured shoulder of Raymond Harding and Harding is struggling to fight back until he drops to his back and uses his legs to push Legal away. Legal bounces against the buckle and comes back where Harding is waiting with a roll up!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: Nice way to shift the momentum there from Harding!
Derrick Donovan: Not only that, he almost got the three count too!
Legal looks frustrated from being bested there and charges at Harding, who answers with a boot to the mid section and a knee to the face! Legal crumples to the ground as Harding roars in defiance. He's not letting the first five minutes of the match get to him! He hauls Legal to his feet before planting him with a slam!
Derrick Donovan: Nice slam there from Harding, but you can see him favouring that shoulder!
Sure enough, Raymond Harding starts to move his arm around in an effort to mobilise the joint. He stalks Legal as he tries to get to his feet. A boot to the midsection of Justice Legal sends him rolling across the mat. Justice Legal looks like he's in trouble here! He clutches his midsection and sees Harding bearing down on him again. Harding goes for another kick, but Legal manages to grab hold of his leg! A roll through and Harding finds himself in a leg grapevine! Harding pounds at the mat in frustration! Legal wrenches back, but unfortunately the position was off and Harding finds the ropes quickly!
BB Gunn: There may not have been much time to inflict damage, but that felt like more of a desperation maneuver to create a little bit of space! Either way, it was nicely executed! Both men lay on the mat for a second or two, gathering their bearings. A few seconds later and both men are up and laying shots into one another in the centre of the ring! Rights and lefts are exchanged with such a pace that we can't keep up with it, but eventually, Legal rakes the eyes of Harding and the fans boo him! Legal uses the opening to pick up Harding, the weight advantage of Harding is making it harder than it needs to be as he plants him down to the mat with a suplex before making a quick cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...TH-NO!!...]
Derrick Donovan: Near fall there from Justice Legal!
Legal doesn't look too happy and argues with the Referee, who reminds him in short order who is in charge of this match. Justice goes back to work on Harding, picking him up and taunting him before lifting him up for the Justice Hammer!
No! Harding manages to wriggle free and land on his feet before Legal!
[...BED TIME FOR LOSERS!!...]
Harding makes the cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING DING!...]
The winner of this match! Raymond Harding!
The nice tunes of the ukele begin to play over the speakers as the words of the song blare out over the uppity tune. The filthy scumbag loser we all hate comes out grasping his body pillow tightly. He comes out to the stage and looks around, slightly scared, slightly aroused. He makes his way down the ramp and into the ring, hearing a chorus of boos as he goes to his corner.
/I made the news today/
/Because I hurt my friends/
/They scribbled down my name/
/Tied both hands behind my head/
Darkness. The entire arena is midnight black. Lights from crowd phones, cameras flashing, and the heavens above begin to flick and shine a little. The same opening chords to 'Machine Gun (Fuck the NRA) by Yungblud plays, and black smoke begins to rise from the entranceway. The flashes from cameras begin to pick up and happen more and more rapidly, breaking through the darkness, as red lights begin to flutter from above. With his arms crossed on his chest, Nathan begins to rise from a horizontal position on the ground like a zombie raising from the dead.
/They made me meditate/
/To analyze my mental state/
/They looked inside my brain/
/Turns out I'm not okay/
Per rising, Drago drops to his knees and presses his hands to the ground as to breathe it all in. All of his nails sink begin to dig and tear into the walkway, and the heavily tattooed man gabs two desperate handfuls of his long, black hair while pointing his chin upwards for a bestial snarl.
/Wanna see my machine gun?/
/That I bought for fun?/
/I don't give a fuck about myself/
/All they do is analyze my mental health/
As soon as the verse ends, the man stands... and after the lights briefly black out, they return to Drago, sitting in the center of the ring, staring off into his opponent's corner obsessively. He quickly whips to his feet.
Drago hands his XHF Tag Team Championship down to Killa Kai, who wears the sister title over his shoulder. Weeaboo Jones tries to get an early advantage by jumping on Drago's back and beginning to choke him out. Drago staggers back, smacking him with a hard elbow. He then grabs Jone's arm, and quickly begins to apply his patented Medical Malpractice maneuver, the Americana slowly sinking in. But the King Weeb grabs the ropes, and Drago's forced to break the hold.
Derrick Donovan: Welcome to the second match of the night! As you've seen, Nathan Santiago, of recently formed stable "The Cure" and Weeaboo Jones have drawn each other as Anonymous Assault opponents.
BB Gunn: Certainly one of the oddest matchups where a calculating wrestler is faced up against... whatever Weeaboo Jones is.
Weeaboo Jones delivers a kick to the knee of Santiago, and another knee to the jaw, leveling him. Draven begins to climb the ring canvas, but Kai puts a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head.
Jones mounts Nathan, and begins teabagging him much to the crowd's dismay. When he stands, Drago headbutts him in the gut and while he's stunned, Drago grabs him by the back of the head and plants him over his knee with the CTRL+ALT+DELETE, bending Weeaboo's neck over his knee!
BB Gunn: Drago sure is an intense specimen in the ring.
Derrick Donovan: You can say that again.
With Jones felled at his feet, Drago takes his arm and holds it up, asking the crowd if he should end it now. The crowd roars, and Drago begins to twist his arm. Instinctively, Weeaboo rolls back, kicking Drago in the face and spinning with the It's Not A Phase, MOM! He levels Drago with that roaring lariat, and they both collapse. The Cure begin to smack the canvas, encouraging Drago to get up while Weeaboo finds himself alone, and using his own courage to get up.
Derrick Donovan: Come on Jones! Show AWF what it means to mess with AXW!
BB Gunn: Flavored victory?
Weeb and Drago begin to trade blows, but the balanced technician Drago is able to duck a blow and take out Weeaboo's knee. As he falls, Nate grabs his arm and puts his knee over his throat, choking him out for a moment.
BB Gunn: Looks like we're finally going to see Medical Malpractice, Dono!
Derrick Donovan: Great...
Drago mounts Jones, grabbing his arm and torquing it back.
FIRST COMMANDMENT: ABTOF - Always Be Twisting Opponent's Fingers
As he twists his arm back, he takes Jones' fingers and twists.
SECOND COMMANDMENT: Ring Veteran - Always know where the ring ropes are, and use them or leave the ring as needed.
Jones tries to reach for the ropes, but Drago turns himself around and spins his free arm to the far side of the ring.
THIRD COMMANDMENT: Strategic - Pick your enemies apart! Find a weakness, latch on, break them!
With the third commandment in sight, he begins to torque the fingers and arm of Jones, twisting in ways that nobody would wish to feel their fingers bend and break. Weeaboo, a man of no honor and all shame, fearing his life and his fapping hand, taps frantically!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Derrick Donovan: God dammit! That slimey son of a bitch Drago has bested AXW talent yet again!
BB Gunn: Did you really expect much else when you saw these two were paired up, Dono?
Derrick Donovan: ...no.
Kai and Draven join Nathan in the ring, Kai and Drago with the XHF Tag Team Championships over their shoulders and Draven standing in between them. We fade on the Cure, standing dominant.
'Bohemian Rhapsody' hits the PA as the fans loudly boo, albeit despite some minuscule cheers from the nostalgic hardcore fans (Whether they are cheering for the song or Brad Swann, is unclear). "Is this the real life... Is this just fantasy?". The lights dim black with a spotlight shining lonesomely on the ramp. Out from the back strolls the self-proclaimed "Bullet", "The Investor" Brad Swann. Over his shoulder is the XHF European Championship, which he clutches onto tightly, eerily smirking. The business entrepreneur slowly strolls down the ramp, hunched over like a gremlin... The single spotlight following his every move. He looks around at the fans and almost sneers his nose, keeping his cool and clutching the championship tight. When he reaches the ringside area he makes a few slow laps of the ring, still just only the spotlight following him.
Derrick Donovan: Here's the first competitor! The XHF European Champion is here to continue his hot streak!
He eventually walks up the ring steps and enters through the middle rope, wiping his feet on the apron before doing so. He slowly hands the title to the referee, staring him down as though threatening his very existence. The hardcam zooms into his face under the spotlight. Slowly he raises his middle fingers up, garnering a big boo from the live crowd. The lights come back on and Swann, pleased with himself, heads over to his corner. Lucas stands in his corner, and Perry across the barricade, shouting words of encouragement to the maniacal businessman.
As the music starts, “Hammerhand” Blake Luthor walks out from the back, looking angry at the entire world. He makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the boos from the fans.
BB Gunn: Two fan-hated characters will square off tonight! It's Brad Swann vs-
Lucas' theme plays, and Brad Swann looks on in disbelief, and Lucas in shock. Lucas keeps his head down and tries to rush his way to the ring, avoiding eye contact with the fans and cameras.
Derrick Donovan: Looks like we've actually got a triple threat on our hands. Brad Swann vs Blake Luthor vs Brad's protege, Lucas Miller!
As Lucas enters he almost trips himself on the ropes and quickly readjusts himself, rushing his way to a corner and again keeping his head down, the ref walks over to ensure he knows all the rules which Lucas hurriedly nods along too. He begins sucking in lungfuls of air as he silently hyperventilates under the sound of the audience.
Swann, Lucas and Luthor all circle each other in the ring. Well, Lucas more hides behind Swann and he turns around, talking up Lucas. He massages Lucas' shoulders, hyping him up, before shoving him right into the Hammerhands of Hammerhand Blake Luthor!
Derrick Donovan: AND LUCAS GOES OUT OF THE PARK!
BB Gunn: Schwing, batter batter!
Lucas flair flops to the mat, his eyes rolled so far back in his head they're up against his brain. Swann looks down at him, then up at Luthor who smacks his fists together menacingly. Brad nudges Lucas with his foot, to try to get him to wake up, but to no avail. Brad then steps back, and attempts an ICONKICK on Blake but he ducks and clocks Brad with a fist of his own!
BB Gunn: Blake looking strong out here! One of two headers for a shot at the AXW Undisputed Championship looking to test the waters against the XHF European Championship and his protege!
Blake picks up Swann, but Swann is quick to shove him back and latch onto a leg, taking Luthor down with a chopblock. He lands a double foot stop to the back of Luthor before he rises, and follows up with a Pull-The-Trigger!
Derrick Donovan: What an omega-level move!
Swann takes a bow, pointing to his head and declaring notions of his intellectuality. He doesn't see Blake rise up, and Blake is able to hop in and catch the European Champion with a Skull Drilling! Swann collapses, and Luthor beats his chest like an angry gorilla.
BB Gunn: Like an angry baboon, Luthor takes control of the match!
Derrick Donovan: Watch out though, here comes Lucas again!
Lucas is on the top rope, and Luther turns round, watching him take a leap of faith for a Spinning Overhead What-The-F*ck-Was-That!
But Lucas trips, he spins, and Luthor clocks him with his signature move.
[...HAMMERHAND BLAST!...]
(Superman Punch)
BB Gunn: Lights out for Lucas!
Derrick Donovan: But as one crony falls, another arises. Swann's off the ropes, Pull-The-Trigger!
BB Gunn: Hammerhand ain't no hammerhand, that's for sure. His head ain't got no metal plate in it, making him vulnerable to Swann's head-based assault!
Derrick Donovan: And now Swann's coming for seconds!
Swann kicks Luthor to his knees, and grabs him by the head. He pushes his thumb deep into Blake's eye, and then begins putting him in position for...
[...BULLET-POINT!...]
(Impact Driver)
Derrick Donovan: Bullet Point! Swann is going to follow up his Destiny Wrestling win last night with another impactful win tonight!
BB Gunn: I wouldn't be so sure, Dono. Check out Lucas!
Unbeknownst to Swann, Lucas has rolled over in his barely-concious slumber and rolled right on top of Luthor, who's also feeling the effects of unconsciousness.
[...ONE!...]
Swann turns around, only just hearing the ref and feeling the force of his hand slapping the mat.
Derrick Donovan: Swann only just realizes the predicament he's in! He has to break this up fast!
[...TWO!...]
Swann hits the ropes, and charges full speed right at Lucas, who doesn't even know where he's at.
Swann leaps for an axe handle, to break up the pin. The referee's hand falls in slow motion, what's going to happen?
[...]
[...THREE!...]
BB Gunn: Holy sh*t!
Derrick Donovan: Lucas has secured his first win in AXW, over two super formidable opponents!
Swann still hits Lucas with the double axe handle, and then soccer kicks him in the head for his troubles. He can be heard screeching at Lucas, "YOU F*CKING PISSANT, THAT WAS MY MATCH TO WIN!" and other vulgar profanity. He raises his XHF European Championship, snatching it from the timekeeper, and storms off to the back.
Derrick Donovan: I wonder how that'll effect the relationship between Swann, Lucas and Perry.
BB Gunn: We'll find out soon enough, Dono. But now, it's time for a quick break, and when we come back it's main event time!
Derrick Donovan: It's main event time and we now know who's paired up here! Two left!
BB Gun: It's Dar Price and Tommy Holiday! Get ready for some blood, Dono.
"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.
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.
Derrick Donovan: What’s your take on this match?
BB Gun: Last show, Darlene seemed inches away from victory, but a choke hold at the right opportunity snatched it away from her. Likewise, Holiday’s returning from an unsuccessful attempt at the X-Crown and bringing it back to AXW for the first time in too long. I think both have something to prove tonight.
Derrick Donovan: Agreed. I just don’t know what to expect. Holiday’s lethal. We saw him at Night of Champions, we saw him attacking Carrion, Vincent Draven. He’s brutal.
BB Gun: Yes, but Darlene’s had one of the toughest roads to be here. Before Draven, she was fighting against the former X Crown champion Bobby Barrat and AXW champion, Anthony Caffrey. Before that, the seemingly unbeatable Dreadvan. She wants to be here and she’s going to go all out to prove it.
As expected, the size and weight of Tommy immediately becomes relevant as he’s swarming her and reaching out to wrap Darlene in a headlock, and she dodges, but she can only dodge and circle away so much before she’s cornered by his superior reach. Instead, she throws a few jabs and hooks to create some space between the two, and ducks underneath his next grapple attempt to circle away from him. Holiday takes a wiser approach, and charges in like he’s trying to throw her to the ground. Dar bites on the feints, and gets nailed with a stiff punch to the stomach for it! Punches keep coming, but Darlene gets her hands up to eat the heavy-handed hooks from Tommy’s massive fists, while trapped against the ropes. They don’t stop coming until the referee’s giving Tommy the four count, forcing him to stop.
BB Gun: Coming in at hot! Holiday absolutely dwarfs Darlene!
Derrick Donovan: She’s not going into a fight with a size advantage against most opponents. It typically isn’t so extreme, but she knows what she’s getting into, and she knows not to let him get a hold of her. He’s sadistic.
After the rope break, Tommy backs up the bare minimum required to get the referee to stop talking, he rushes in again - this time, Darlene ducks underneath a huge haymaker to the chin, and kicks Tommy in the thigh to wobble him! Tommy hobbles for a second, then turns and throws a backfist at her chin. Darlene, using her experience and training as a striker, starts to measure the range here. Holiday hook, Darlene dodges it by the hairs on her head. Holiday throws a FREAKING HUGE lariat, the Daughter of Hardcore weaves under it, and knees Holiday in the stomach! Every time he throws a punch, she gets a little quicker at dodging it, and counter striking! Unfortunately, one clothesline slams Dar into the ground! Tommy reaches down to grab her, but her legs wrap around his leg and yank him into a small package pin!
...1...
...KICKOUT!...
The Smashmouth Redneck kicks out, and shoves himself free. It isn’t long before he’s climbing to his feet, and Darlene scoops him in a schoolboy pin!
...1...
...KICKOUT!...
The Absolute Zero’s tossed aside again, and the Kentucky Wildcat climbs to his feet again, only for her legs to wrestle him to the ground in a hurricanrana! Another pin attempt by grabbing his legs!
...1-KICKOUT!...
Derrick Donovan: She’s got the right idea trying to end this early. Holiday just finished fighting for the X-Crown, I’m sure he’s still feeling that match.
Still reeling, the absolute anarchist rushes for the ring ropes to set up another move, but Tommy, while climbing to his feet, tugs her by the waistband of her gray pants into his arms for a half-nelson suplex! Panicking and firing away to escape, Dar catches a lucky elbow on Tommy’s cheek, to force him back! Tommy falls into the referee, knocking him to the ground! Both of the AXW superstars look at the downed official then to one another. Cheers begin to ring out from the audience in attendance.
BB Gun: What’re these two thinking?
After a split second of Price and Holiday looking at the downed referee, both make an absolute beeline across the ring aprons, where both quickly grab the deadliest guns in their arsenal! For Holiday, it’s lifting the steel ring steps and tossing them over the ropes, and into the ring! For Darlene? She’s using every bit of that presidential leniency, returning to the ring with two barbed wire wrapped aluminum baseball bats! Cheers and screams are everywhere, and the shaking of the ring from those massive steps being tossed into it leads to the referee stirring… he sits up right in time to see both competitors, sliding into the ring, ready for a war! Immediately, he starts barking out orders and threats of disqualification!
BB Gun: It isn’t everyday you see a referee take a hit and get back to work, but this one might’ve just stopped these two from tearing the house down.
Derrick Donovan: Seriously, Holiday grabbed the biggest thing he could find and tossed it into the ring.
Both look as if they’re ready to kill one another, but the match official comes in between the two to restore some form of peace into the match. Darlene’s the first to disarm - she flips her bat in the air, catches it, and politely sets both alt-right whooping sticks outside of the ring. Holiday kicks those massive ring steps in front of the referee and shrugs his shoulders. It takes a fuckton of effort and lifting, but the referee’s able to push the steps outside of the ring! He returns and gives the signal for the match to start. Holiday’s wasting no time trying to wrap both arms around Dar! Dar grabs his wrist hand, ducks underneath it, then releases her wrist lock to pele kick him in the nose! Tommy’s staggered! He’s rocking from side to side, dead on his feet! Dar wipes her hair from her eyes and stands. Has Tommy ever seen a hurricane of kicks before? If not, then Dar takes that virginity from him. First, kicks to the leg to make him fall over. Afterwards, three roundhouse kicks to his torso land with the sound of a hammer pulverizing meat! Dar steps back for the killshot… and when she starts to throw her best kick, Tommy beats her to it! Kick to the stomach! Dar drops like a stone!
The Anarchist rebounds out of the corner with a kick to Tommy’s side, only to get punched in the chin in return! Dar crumbles into the corner, picks herself up and tries to get back into the fight…
CRK
The Redneck Bastard’s open palm CHOPS Dar across the torso! Price hits the mat! Price is down! Holiday takes a quick breather and Price is writing in pain. He returns, lifting her by her hair, to punch and knee her in the torso!
BB Gun: Here’s what she wanted to avoid, every single strike lands with a sickening impact! How much more of this can she take?
Derrick Donovan: If this keeps up, we’ll find out shortly, I’m afraid.
Tommy’s just hitting his stride. He strokes his chin, and drags Darlene to a stand by her hair. Then he lowers himself to dive his head underneath her legs, scooping her onto his shoulders and holding her by the legs! She dangles down his back, in a Reverse Alabama Slam position! Tommy starts walking to the center of the ring to finish this… but he keeps going! Dar’s starting to stir and swing around in time for the breath to be forced from her lungs after a HIGHBRIDGE SLAM drops her stomach first across the ring ropes! Dar gasps like a trout out of water, Tommy grabs her by the hair to throw her to the mat for a pin, and mounts her.
...1...
...2...
...3-KICKOUT!...
BB Gun: That’s it! Highbridge Slam, Holiday wins! The strength and size difference was too much for Dar to overcome.
Derrick Donovan: Wait, it looks like the referee is signalling that she got her shoulder up at the last second. She’s still in this, even if her midsection’s shot.
Holiday’s a little slower after this kickout, and the frustration really starts to sink in that this skinny runt won’t stay down after getting her ass kicked. Another handful of hair forces Dar up like a leash, and Darlene’s tossed into the ring corner. Immediately, she’s covering her midsection, still howling in pain. The Redneck Bastard’s gigantic fist balls up, and clobbers her in the stomach! Dar pushes away, but no dice. Holiday starts wailing on her torso, absolutely ragdolling her with his punches! After a few seconds of fighting, he wipes the sweat out of his eyes and backs away to the opposite turnbuckle before rushing at Darlene and getting dropped by a leg trip! He crashes headfirst into the second turnbuckle! Dar rolls to her feet, holds her midsection, bites her bottom lip, and rushes to the ring ropes!
[From CLE with Love]
619
Darlene hits her own tiger feint kick, and the X-Crown contender falls backwards to the mat! She wastes no time trying to use the ring ropes as a springboard to finish this off, but the consequences of that brutal SLAM to the STOMACH earlier make her bail out, rolling into the ring and cursing underneath her breath. Dar notices him stirring, so she climbs to the second rung on the nearest turnbuckle, and frog splashes onto his back and sacrificing her body in the process! Growling through the pain, Dar tries to roll him over for the pinfall.
...1...
...2...
...KICKOUT!...
BB Gun: Finally, the shoe is on the other foot. You do all of those moves ragdolling someone smaller around, but the bigger you are, the more tired you get. Dar’s beat up, but she’s nowhere close to stopping.
Darlene, frustrated that she cannot keep him down, unleashes. He rolls onto all fours, and Darlene rushes at him with a foot charged, BASHING HIM ACROSS THE FACE.
BB Gun: PK!
She sits him up, backs up, and another PK.
BB GUN: PEEEEEKAAAAAAY
She rolls him over for another one, but he rolls out of the ring while holding his jaw. She climbs onto the ring apron, PK again.
BB Gun: PEEEEEEEEEEEEEKAAAAAAAAAA- *coughs*
Derrick Donovan: My colleague is out of breath, but what I think he means to say is, we’ve got a PK party on our hands! Holiday’s busted wide open!
Holiday falls to the ground outside of the ring! Dar’s dropping from the apron, laboring over her bruised ribs, slowly making her way to Tommy.
She tries to lift him to his feet to throw him into the ring, but he’s too heavy.
Dar’s finally able to get him upright, right in time for Tommy to run forward, simply driving her backfirst into the ring apron! Dar falls to the ground, and with a handful of hair, Tommy tosses her into the ring!
Holiday’s blood is everywhere - not that he minds. He wipes his forehead, smiles, and stomps on Dar’s stomach a few times. Next, he tries lifting her onto his shoulders for his finishing move, but she starts kicking and squirming away from him. Holiday sets her down, slaps the taste out of her mouth, and tries to lift her again. This time, she starts throwing elbows onto his head, making him irate! He ends up simply backing up, and trying to flip her over the ropes, out of the ring! Instead, she clings onto the ring ropes by sheer luck and dexterity, and lands on the apron!
BB Gun: Dar’s agility keeps her in this one!
Spying someone almost one hundred twenty pounds smaller and significantly shorter on the ring apron, desperately catching her breath… Holiday is on her like a lion. He rebounds off the nearest set of ring ropes and charges forward to spear her cleanly off the ring apron! Dar knees him in the face, instead! Holiday begins to stumble, but this time Dar has HIM by HIS hair, stopping him from getting too far away… she tugs him so he’s dangled over the second rope, most of his body still inside the ring… she backs up…
[Fash Stomp]
Curb Stomp
And she rushes it, aiming her foot the back of his head, SMASHING his face between her boot and the ring apron!! Tommy’s bloodied mug is almost entirely crimson! He falls, damn near limp, and Dar’s left trying to haul his big ass into the ring using everything she has to push him in. Once he’s back far enough, Dar falls to a knee and simply waits for him to compose himself. Dar raises a hand to the crowd signalling the incoming killshot. It takes about twenty seconds for Tommy’s instincts to leave him stirring, grabbing at the ring ropes to climb to his feet, and he turns around to Dar…
[RU486]
RKO
Dar’s cutter buries that bloodied mug into her shoulder, and crashing into the canvas! Exhausted, she rolls him over, and collapses on top of him for the pin.
...1...
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...3!...
Derrick Donovan: Darlene had to unleash everything she had in the tank, but she did it, and she managed to take down the man who recently worked his way up to an X-Crown match at Night of Champions, Tommy Holiday.
BB Gunn: And she took him down in hardcore style! That's all the time we've got tonight folks, see you in two weeks for another edition of Anonymous TV!