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..::AXW PRESENTS: ANONYMOUS TV::..
26/08/2019
"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: That's right, we've a star-packed show tonight as we crown a number-one contender to Brad Swann's European Championship, perhaps a new Undisputed Champion, and we'll watch Darlene Price go toe-to-toe with the sensational Lucas Miller!
Derrick Donovan: This show is going to be one you don't want to miss. Let's cut the formalities and get right into the action!
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: Darlene's on a hot streak tonight, beating off former X*Crown competitor Tommy Holiday!
BB Gunn: *snickers*
Derrick Donovan: ...this generation of commentary. WHEN I WAS A YOUNG-
Lucas emerges atop the stage with a worried expression on his face, he glances around nervously before he begins walking down the entrance ramp. Lucas keeps his head down and tries to rush his way to the ring, avoiding eye contact with the fans and cameras.
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.
BB Gunn: This man put on a hell of a performance last show! Knocking the European Champion and tonight's challenger to the Undisputed Championship down a few pegs!
Derrick Donovan: A hell of a performance in a severe understatement. He got knocked out and rolled over Blake Luthor. Calling him a winner is a blasphemy.
[...DING!! DING!!...]
Both competitors circle around the center of the ring. Darlene looks excited about tangling with Lucas and Lucas looks like he's facing his own execution. They lock up! Well. Darlene lunges forward to lock up and Lucas immediately hits the deck in the fetal position. Darlene looks confused and infuriated.
Derrick Donovan: Well we can bet that's a first for Darlene to see!
BB Gunn: Nah she's tough as nails. She's used to guys curling up in a ball to stop her wailing on them, but I bet she's never seen it happen before she's even laid hands on them!
Darlene looks over at the Referee as if to get him to sort this out, but as she does, Lucas attempts the World's Greatest Rollup! Unfortunately, it's half locked on and Darlene just looks down at him in disgust and stomps on him. Lucas looks winded. More winded than we've seen a man look in a long time!
BB Gunn: Is this guy even fit to be in an AXW ring? Look at him!
Derrick Donovan: He managed to upset his mentor and the XHF European Champion Brad Swann last week. In my eyes, that makes him a fit for anywhere he chooses to wrestle! Even if he is....
BB Gunn: Gangly?
Derrick Donovan: Unorthodox!
Darlene bends down and begins to wail on Lucas, who curls up into a ball again.
BB Gunn: Nothing getting through that defence! Lucas is curled up tighter than a Nun's-
Derrick Donovan: That's enough!
BB Gunn: Morals! I was going to say morals!
Finally, Darlene makes it through the defences of the underdog and manages to get hold of him. She hauls him up and goes to slam him to the ground, but he slips off her back and here's the dropkick! It sort of makes contact to the rear end of Dar, shoving her forward a few steps.
Derrick Donovan: Lucas Miller misjudged that dropkick a little there, I'd suggest he went back to work on those a little bit!
Darlene comes back at Lucas, but he manages to get back to his feet and tries to kick Darlene, but she anticipates just how off the mark he was going to be and manages to grab his foot, spin him around and him a nicely executed German Suplex! She bridges it out!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...KICKOUT!!...]
Derrick Donovan: Close call there and you can't help but get the feeling that Darlene is getting a kick out of being able to throw someone else around the ring.
BB Gunn: She's normally outweighed by at least 50 pounds, but tonight, she finds herself as the stronger, heavier competitor and she's using that to her advantage!
Derrick Donovan: Lucas needs to find a way around the strength game of Darlene Price, or this one could be a quick one!
Darlene paces around the ring and seems to find a sense of calm. The awkwardness of Lucas troubled her in the first few minutes of the contest, but she's found a new game plan and she's sticking to it! She pulls Lucas up to his feet and swings a Lariat, but Lucas manages to block it with his two forearms and shove Darlene across the ring before charging in with a Spinning Overhead "What-The-Fuck-Was-That". The faces of both BB Gunn and Derrick Donovan at ringside drop: Their mouths hang open as Darlene Price's eyes roll back in her head! She hits the deck and Lucas responds to the chants from ringside urging him to pin her!!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...THREE!!...]
Here is your winner! Lucas Miller!!
Lucas is still hooking the wrong leg of Darlene Price as the Referee has to practically drag him off her to raise his arm. Lucas looks as shocked as anyone!!
The hard riffs of "Liberate" by Slipknot start to reverberate around the arena and the moment the song screams "LIBERATE!", Joel Hawkfield walks out from behind the curtain to resounding boos from the audience as he pays them no mind, his attention solely focused on the ring. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Joel spits at some of the people in the front row before rolling into the ring, the boos increasing by a few decibels as he stands back up. Casually, he flips the bird to the crowd before slinking into his corner, removing his vest and tossing it to the outside, cracking his knuckles as he waits for the match to start.
BB Gunn: This is the man who came so close to knocking off Brad Swann for the European Championship! But he was robbed! And now, he's got the opportunity of a lifetime dangling over his masked head, for vengeance against Swann!
Derrick Donovan: Yeah, but he's got a hell of a roadblock in his way in the form of-
BB Gunn and Derrick Donovan(together): ...Dreadvan
The music plays and instantly everyone in the arena the fans scream so hard they spit up blood after a few seconds. Eventually, Dreadvan's large frame makes it's way through the curtain. He does his best to antagonize the fans, but they scream harder still for the Dreadvan. He makes his way slowly towards the ring, his size makes it a long, drawn out process, but he makes it and waits.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Dreadvan immediately charges Joel, crushing him in the corner with a powerful corner splash! Joel stumbles forward, right into a big boot from the behemoth.
Derrick Donovan: Dread's all business tonight, look at him go!
Dread manages to climb to the top ropes, for oohs and aahs from the crowd. He turns to the camera, adjusting make believe glasses and winking, before he leaps off, landing a triple-spin, double-rotation, 450-shooting star press!
BB Gunn: Amateur. I've seen better from bigger men out of Blackfish, North Dakota!
Joel is totally out of it. Intent on no-selling, he pulls himself to his feet and turns around just as Dread delivers an elbow to his face, and rolls him onto his shoulders for...
[...THE CARWRECK!...]
(Sitout Crucifix Powerbomb)
Dread puts his full weight on Joel, and it's almost academic from there.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Derrick Donovan: And just like that, Dreadvan faces Brad Swann for the European Championship!
BB Gunn: Shame that Swann and Hawkfield won't be able to complete their story, but I feel Dreadvan getting his comeuppance on that bastard Swann will be well worth the tradeoff.
BB Gunn: It's Main Event Time!
Derrick Donovan: And the Undisputed Championship is on the line!
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: Hammerhand is ready and focused on the Undisputed Championship! I think it's finally his night of comeuppance, Dono!
Derrick Donovan: I don't think you know what comeuppance really means, BB.
The arena's lights go off and the fans immediately begins to boo at the top of their lungs as the violins of the orchestra swell to cover the ever-familiar Fall Out Boy song. The man behind the music rises out of an opening in the floor, facing the entranceway rather than the ring. The technician's black and red tights read "Bow to the Emperor" on the back.
When the music hits the My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark/Light 'Em Up Beat, he holds his championship up over his head, so the world can get a view of the nameplate: Anthony Caffrey. The AXW Undisputed Champion has arrived. His entrance is also heralded by a stream of pyro shooting off behind him.
Caffrey turns to face his detractors and has his trademark sinister smile running across his face. The champion throws his championship over his shoulder and walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans screaming and jeering. He does not break eye contact with tonight's opponent as he walks with a laser focus, at least until he makes it to the ring steps. He reaches down and taps his ankle before pointing at his opponent. He then makes a simple motion to mime breaking it in half as if his opponent's ankle was a simple wishbone.
Caffrey steps into the ring and moves past his opponent, handing his glasses and championship off to the timekeeper. He looks back at his opponent and gives him one more sinister smile. He's ready for what tonight has to bring.
Derrick Donovan: Caffrey is going to bring his A-game tonight. I think we'll see him walk out the champion like we have so many times before!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Caffrey lays atop the top ropes, yawning and smirking at Blake Luthor. Luthor just smashes his hands together and demands Caffrey face him like a man. Caffrey lazily waves a hand at him, eager to take his time and toy with Luthor.
Luthor decides to take matters into his own hands, marching towards Caffrey. Caff hops to the apron, holding up a "T" sign for a timeout, but Luthor charges with a HAMMERHAND BLAST! Caff crumples to the floor as Luthor shakes out his fist, rearranging the metal pins in his hand!
Derrick Donovan: Blake Luthor showing the champ the business side of his prison cells he lives in!
BB Gunn: Please, Luthor's a two-bit goon. Caffrey is the GOD of AXW!
Derrick Donovan: And how much did he pay you to say that?
BB Gunn: Not a damn thing.
Caffrey pulls himself up, and Luthor runs the ropes. He tries a baseball slide, but gets caught with a clothesline from Caffrey! Not quite a Flying Eagle, but he floors Luthor regardless. Luthor tumbles head over heels, and Caffrey dives for that ankle only to get a complimentary blow to the head for his troubles!
BB Gunn: Caff got some work in, but Luthor's all over him now! He might have been leveled by that clothesline, but he knows how dangerous that ankle lock is!
Derrick Donovan: It's tapped out just about everyone he's applied it to. Will it get Luthor?
BB Gunn: He's gotta get it in first!
Luthor mounts Caffrey and begins to lay in the offense, hammering down blows on the goliath, ego-filled head of Caffrey. He covers up, blocking some blows before Luthor's pulled off by the ref. They have a quick shouting match, before Caff lands a boot square in the knee of Luthor, then kips up and locks him in for a BROTHERLY LOVE!
Derrick Donovan: BROTHERLY LOVE! BROTHERLY LOVE!
Caffrey scrambles for a cover.
[...ONE...]
[...TW-KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: No luck for Caffrey! Luthor's got fight in the tank!
Derrick Donovan: He's fought wars with Dreadvan, he can take in punishment and dish out a ton too!
Luthor swats at Caff, who blocks with his leg, and stomps on the face of Blake! If you thought his hands were disfigured, well his face looks like a big pile of blood red, misfigured beef. Caff picks up Blake by the hair, and irish whips him to the ropes. Luthor rebounds with a skull drilling off the ropes, tackling and pounding away into Caff's head!
Derrick Donovan: The tables have turned again! Luthor back in con-
Caff shoves Luthor off, and takes him down with a legsweep!
BB Gunn: Spoke too soon!
Derrick Donovan: I just want to see someone beat Caffrey, anyone! Even you, BB!
Caffrey begins to stomp on Luthor's ankle, he's primed and ready. Luthor crawls away, but Caff stalks him. Ready. Willing...to break his ankle. To break every bone not already broken in his body! He grabs Luthor's foot, and DDT's it into the mat!
Caffrey then grabs the ankle, looking around as the crowd jeers and boos. Caffrey has a serious, bloodthirsty look in his eyes, and he locks in the CAL! In mere seconds, with some violent twisting and popping, there's a slight snapping coming from the ring. From Luthor's ankle! Luthor's mangled hand immediately hits the mat! He taps out! The match is over!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
BB Gunn: Caffrey retains! He'll be seeing Vincent Draven soon enough, the title once again on the line!
Caffrey slowly stands after his match, exhausted from the battle as the referee hands him back the Undisputed Championship. The champion leans against the ropes for a few moments, catching his breath as he looks around. He then raises the belt high, much to the disapproval and hatred of the crowd with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, the lights go dark. Much to the confusion of the fans and Caffrey alike. He looks around in the dark, wondering what was going on.
The lights flicker back on.. And behind him is Vincent Draven! Stalking Caffrey from behind. The champion seems to realize someone is behind him and turns around quickly- to a rolling lariat against his jaw, turning him inside out! Draven smiles as he looks around the crowd, circling around the downed Caffrey as a shark would its prey.
He then begins to stomp on the champion viciously. His boot connecting to the man's chest with a brutal force, Draven leans down and begins to strike Caffrey across the face. Practically mauling him on the ground with his mounted attack. The champion is too weak from his match, covering his face from each blow. Draven gets off of him and kicks him across the face, sending the man sideways.
The vampire pauses.. and then picks up Caffrey. Wrapping the champion's arm around his own neck as he raises him up into a torture rack- The crowd become more audible as they realize he is about to hit Caffrey with Nevemore!
But before Draven has the chance.. CAFFREY STRUGGLES OUT OF HIS GRASP! He falls behind Draven and grabs his ankle, sending him to the floor- CAL is locked in! Caffrey putting the torque on Draven's ankle, causing the latter to scream and kick- The pain of the submission keeping Draven down and unable to escape, as much as he defiantly attempts to get out of it!
Caffrey yells profanities and insults at the number one contender. Grasping his ankle tightly and twisting it, aiming to cripple him! Telling him to submit and be humiliated, but Draven refuses!
Suddenly- Drago Santiago and Killer Kai run into the ring, sliding under the ropes! Caffrey's attention is taken off of Draven and that's all the time he needs, the vampire climbs the ropes and uses his free leg to perform an Enziguri across the back of the champion's head! Caffrey is sent stumbling from the kick to the nape and lets go of the hold, falling onto the mat.
Draven holds onto the top rope for support- as Drago and Kai look towards him. He looks back and nods. Without a word, Drago picks up Caffrey- And Caffrey still resists! Throwing wild punches and strikes at Drago, which sends the surgeon of death back for a few moments! Though he holds him on, trading blows with the Undisputed Champion until Drago manages to send the tired fighter stumbling backward!
Before he even realizes it, Kai like a vicious snake waiting to strike catches Caffrey with a sneaky SUPERKICK to the side of the head- Sending the champion crumpling to the floor defenseless.
Drago picks the champion up and irish whips into the corner- He then kicks Caffrey in the guy, sending him back onto the floor. Drago rolls out of the ring and wraps Caffrey's legs around the ring posts, then pulls him in viciously with a loud thud to the champion's knees! He then does it again, and again, and again as Caffrey yells in pain. The surgeon of death stops and pushes Caffrey back into the middle of the ring. Kai and Drago hold the champion up as Draven leaves the ropes, he takes the champion's wrist from behind and whips him around, hitting the champion with Luna's Kiss!
The champion falls back to the mat out cold. As much of a fight he put up, he was too fatigued and three on one was bound to end only one way.
Draven looks out the ring and asks for a microphone. Once he is handed it, he falls on his knees over Caffrey's unconscious body.
Draven: Do I-.. Do we have your attention now, Caffrey?
He laughs softly. Taking Caffrey by the hair and raising his head. He looks toward Drago and Kai, before dropping Caffrey back to the mat.
Draven: It won't be long until I get my hands on you officially. But you know- I just couldn't help myself. The perfect opportunity to get you right where I want you. It's a smart idea to make allies, don't you think? A contingency plan and these two came through. Like I knew they would.
The vampire nods towards his stablemates. A grin growing on his face.
Draven: Who do you have that will save you, Caffrey? Who is your ally? …I don't see anyone coming to protect you. What a shame.. I think my intentions have been made perfectly clear..
He pauses and looks towards the crowd.
Draven: And with that.. Goodnight, AXW.
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: That's right, we've a star-packed show tonight as we crown a number-one contender to Brad Swann's European Championship, perhaps a new Undisputed Champion, and we'll watch Darlene Price go toe-to-toe with the sensational Lucas Miller!
Derrick Donovan: This show is going to be one you don't want to miss. Let's cut the formalities and get right into the action!
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: Darlene's on a hot streak tonight, beating off former X*Crown competitor Tommy Holiday!
BB Gunn: *snickers*
Derrick Donovan: ...this generation of commentary. WHEN I WAS A YOUNG-
Lucas emerges atop the stage with a worried expression on his face, he glances around nervously before he begins walking down the entrance ramp. Lucas keeps his head down and tries to rush his way to the ring, avoiding eye contact with the fans and cameras.
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.
BB Gunn: This man put on a hell of a performance last show! Knocking the European Champion and tonight's challenger to the Undisputed Championship down a few pegs!
Derrick Donovan: A hell of a performance in a severe understatement. He got knocked out and rolled over Blake Luthor. Calling him a winner is a blasphemy.
[...DING!! DING!!...]
Both competitors circle around the center of the ring. Darlene looks excited about tangling with Lucas and Lucas looks like he's facing his own execution. They lock up! Well. Darlene lunges forward to lock up and Lucas immediately hits the deck in the fetal position. Darlene looks confused and infuriated.
Derrick Donovan: Well we can bet that's a first for Darlene to see!
BB Gunn: Nah she's tough as nails. She's used to guys curling up in a ball to stop her wailing on them, but I bet she's never seen it happen before she's even laid hands on them!
Darlene looks over at the Referee as if to get him to sort this out, but as she does, Lucas attempts the World's Greatest Rollup! Unfortunately, it's half locked on and Darlene just looks down at him in disgust and stomps on him. Lucas looks winded. More winded than we've seen a man look in a long time!
BB Gunn: Is this guy even fit to be in an AXW ring? Look at him!
Derrick Donovan: He managed to upset his mentor and the XHF European Champion Brad Swann last week. In my eyes, that makes him a fit for anywhere he chooses to wrestle! Even if he is....
BB Gunn: Gangly?
Derrick Donovan: Unorthodox!
Darlene bends down and begins to wail on Lucas, who curls up into a ball again.
BB Gunn: Nothing getting through that defence! Lucas is curled up tighter than a Nun's-
Derrick Donovan: That's enough!
BB Gunn: Morals! I was going to say morals!
Finally, Darlene makes it through the defences of the underdog and manages to get hold of him. She hauls him up and goes to slam him to the ground, but he slips off her back and here's the dropkick! It sort of makes contact to the rear end of Dar, shoving her forward a few steps.
Derrick Donovan: Lucas Miller misjudged that dropkick a little there, I'd suggest he went back to work on those a little bit!
Darlene comes back at Lucas, but he manages to get back to his feet and tries to kick Darlene, but she anticipates just how off the mark he was going to be and manages to grab his foot, spin him around and him a nicely executed German Suplex! She bridges it out!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...KICKOUT!!...]
Derrick Donovan: Close call there and you can't help but get the feeling that Darlene is getting a kick out of being able to throw someone else around the ring.
BB Gunn: She's normally outweighed by at least 50 pounds, but tonight, she finds herself as the stronger, heavier competitor and she's using that to her advantage!
Derrick Donovan: Lucas needs to find a way around the strength game of Darlene Price, or this one could be a quick one!
Darlene paces around the ring and seems to find a sense of calm. The awkwardness of Lucas troubled her in the first few minutes of the contest, but she's found a new game plan and she's sticking to it! She pulls Lucas up to his feet and swings a Lariat, but Lucas manages to block it with his two forearms and shove Darlene across the ring before charging in with a Spinning Overhead "What-The-Fuck-Was-That". The faces of both BB Gunn and Derrick Donovan at ringside drop: Their mouths hang open as Darlene Price's eyes roll back in her head! She hits the deck and Lucas responds to the chants from ringside urging him to pin her!!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...THREE!!...]
Here is your winner! Lucas Miller!!
Lucas is still hooking the wrong leg of Darlene Price as the Referee has to practically drag him off her to raise his arm. Lucas looks as shocked as anyone!!
The hard riffs of "Liberate" by Slipknot start to reverberate around the arena and the moment the song screams "LIBERATE!", Joel Hawkfield walks out from behind the curtain to resounding boos from the audience as he pays them no mind, his attention solely focused on the ring. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Joel spits at some of the people in the front row before rolling into the ring, the boos increasing by a few decibels as he stands back up. Casually, he flips the bird to the crowd before slinking into his corner, removing his vest and tossing it to the outside, cracking his knuckles as he waits for the match to start.
BB Gunn: This is the man who came so close to knocking off Brad Swann for the European Championship! But he was robbed! And now, he's got the opportunity of a lifetime dangling over his masked head, for vengeance against Swann!
Derrick Donovan: Yeah, but he's got a hell of a roadblock in his way in the form of-
BB Gunn and Derrick Donovan(together): ...Dreadvan
The music plays and instantly everyone in the arena the fans scream so hard they spit up blood after a few seconds. Eventually, Dreadvan's large frame makes it's way through the curtain. He does his best to antagonize the fans, but they scream harder still for the Dreadvan. He makes his way slowly towards the ring, his size makes it a long, drawn out process, but he makes it and waits.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Dreadvan immediately charges Joel, crushing him in the corner with a powerful corner splash! Joel stumbles forward, right into a big boot from the behemoth.
Derrick Donovan: Dread's all business tonight, look at him go!
Dread manages to climb to the top ropes, for oohs and aahs from the crowd. He turns to the camera, adjusting make believe glasses and winking, before he leaps off, landing a triple-spin, double-rotation, 450-shooting star press!
BB Gunn: Amateur. I've seen better from bigger men out of Blackfish, North Dakota!
Joel is totally out of it. Intent on no-selling, he pulls himself to his feet and turns around just as Dread delivers an elbow to his face, and rolls him onto his shoulders for...
[...THE CARWRECK!...]
(Sitout Crucifix Powerbomb)
Dread puts his full weight on Joel, and it's almost academic from there.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Derrick Donovan: And just like that, Dreadvan faces Brad Swann for the European Championship!
BB Gunn: Shame that Swann and Hawkfield won't be able to complete their story, but I feel Dreadvan getting his comeuppance on that bastard Swann will be well worth the tradeoff.
BB Gunn: It's Main Event Time!
Derrick Donovan: And the Undisputed Championship is on the line!
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: Hammerhand is ready and focused on the Undisputed Championship! I think it's finally his night of comeuppance, Dono!
Derrick Donovan: I don't think you know what comeuppance really means, BB.
The arena's lights go off and the fans immediately begins to boo at the top of their lungs as the violins of the orchestra swell to cover the ever-familiar Fall Out Boy song. The man behind the music rises out of an opening in the floor, facing the entranceway rather than the ring. The technician's black and red tights read "Bow to the Emperor" on the back.
When the music hits the My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark/Light 'Em Up Beat, he holds his championship up over his head, so the world can get a view of the nameplate: Anthony Caffrey. The AXW Undisputed Champion has arrived. His entrance is also heralded by a stream of pyro shooting off behind him.
Caffrey turns to face his detractors and has his trademark sinister smile running across his face. The champion throws his championship over his shoulder and walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans screaming and jeering. He does not break eye contact with tonight's opponent as he walks with a laser focus, at least until he makes it to the ring steps. He reaches down and taps his ankle before pointing at his opponent. He then makes a simple motion to mime breaking it in half as if his opponent's ankle was a simple wishbone.
Caffrey steps into the ring and moves past his opponent, handing his glasses and championship off to the timekeeper. He looks back at his opponent and gives him one more sinister smile. He's ready for what tonight has to bring.
Derrick Donovan: Caffrey is going to bring his A-game tonight. I think we'll see him walk out the champion like we have so many times before!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Caffrey lays atop the top ropes, yawning and smirking at Blake Luthor. Luthor just smashes his hands together and demands Caffrey face him like a man. Caffrey lazily waves a hand at him, eager to take his time and toy with Luthor.
Luthor decides to take matters into his own hands, marching towards Caffrey. Caff hops to the apron, holding up a "T" sign for a timeout, but Luthor charges with a HAMMERHAND BLAST! Caff crumples to the floor as Luthor shakes out his fist, rearranging the metal pins in his hand!
Derrick Donovan: Blake Luthor showing the champ the business side of his prison cells he lives in!
BB Gunn: Please, Luthor's a two-bit goon. Caffrey is the GOD of AXW!
Derrick Donovan: And how much did he pay you to say that?
BB Gunn: Not a damn thing.
Caffrey pulls himself up, and Luthor runs the ropes. He tries a baseball slide, but gets caught with a clothesline from Caffrey! Not quite a Flying Eagle, but he floors Luthor regardless. Luthor tumbles head over heels, and Caffrey dives for that ankle only to get a complimentary blow to the head for his troubles!
BB Gunn: Caff got some work in, but Luthor's all over him now! He might have been leveled by that clothesline, but he knows how dangerous that ankle lock is!
Derrick Donovan: It's tapped out just about everyone he's applied it to. Will it get Luthor?
BB Gunn: He's gotta get it in first!
Luthor mounts Caffrey and begins to lay in the offense, hammering down blows on the goliath, ego-filled head of Caffrey. He covers up, blocking some blows before Luthor's pulled off by the ref. They have a quick shouting match, before Caff lands a boot square in the knee of Luthor, then kips up and locks him in for a BROTHERLY LOVE!
Derrick Donovan: BROTHERLY LOVE! BROTHERLY LOVE!
Caffrey scrambles for a cover.
[...ONE...]
[...TW-KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: No luck for Caffrey! Luthor's got fight in the tank!
Derrick Donovan: He's fought wars with Dreadvan, he can take in punishment and dish out a ton too!
Luthor swats at Caff, who blocks with his leg, and stomps on the face of Blake! If you thought his hands were disfigured, well his face looks like a big pile of blood red, misfigured beef. Caff picks up Blake by the hair, and irish whips him to the ropes. Luthor rebounds with a skull drilling off the ropes, tackling and pounding away into Caff's head!
Derrick Donovan: The tables have turned again! Luthor back in con-
Caff shoves Luthor off, and takes him down with a legsweep!
BB Gunn: Spoke too soon!
Derrick Donovan: I just want to see someone beat Caffrey, anyone! Even you, BB!
Caffrey begins to stomp on Luthor's ankle, he's primed and ready. Luthor crawls away, but Caff stalks him. Ready. Willing...to break his ankle. To break every bone not already broken in his body! He grabs Luthor's foot, and DDT's it into the mat!
Caffrey then grabs the ankle, looking around as the crowd jeers and boos. Caffrey has a serious, bloodthirsty look in his eyes, and he locks in the CAL! In mere seconds, with some violent twisting and popping, there's a slight snapping coming from the ring. From Luthor's ankle! Luthor's mangled hand immediately hits the mat! He taps out! The match is over!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
BB Gunn: Caffrey retains! He'll be seeing Vincent Draven soon enough, the title once again on the line!
Caffrey slowly stands after his match, exhausted from the battle as the referee hands him back the Undisputed Championship. The champion leans against the ropes for a few moments, catching his breath as he looks around. He then raises the belt high, much to the disapproval and hatred of the crowd with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, the lights go dark. Much to the confusion of the fans and Caffrey alike. He looks around in the dark, wondering what was going on.
The lights flicker back on.. And behind him is Vincent Draven! Stalking Caffrey from behind. The champion seems to realize someone is behind him and turns around quickly- to a rolling lariat against his jaw, turning him inside out! Draven smiles as he looks around the crowd, circling around the downed Caffrey as a shark would its prey.
He then begins to stomp on the champion viciously. His boot connecting to the man's chest with a brutal force, Draven leans down and begins to strike Caffrey across the face. Practically mauling him on the ground with his mounted attack. The champion is too weak from his match, covering his face from each blow. Draven gets off of him and kicks him across the face, sending the man sideways.
The vampire pauses.. and then picks up Caffrey. Wrapping the champion's arm around his own neck as he raises him up into a torture rack- The crowd become more audible as they realize he is about to hit Caffrey with Nevemore!
But before Draven has the chance.. CAFFREY STRUGGLES OUT OF HIS GRASP! He falls behind Draven and grabs his ankle, sending him to the floor- CAL is locked in! Caffrey putting the torque on Draven's ankle, causing the latter to scream and kick- The pain of the submission keeping Draven down and unable to escape, as much as he defiantly attempts to get out of it!
Caffrey yells profanities and insults at the number one contender. Grasping his ankle tightly and twisting it, aiming to cripple him! Telling him to submit and be humiliated, but Draven refuses!
Suddenly- Drago Santiago and Killer Kai run into the ring, sliding under the ropes! Caffrey's attention is taken off of Draven and that's all the time he needs, the vampire climbs the ropes and uses his free leg to perform an Enziguri across the back of the champion's head! Caffrey is sent stumbling from the kick to the nape and lets go of the hold, falling onto the mat.
Draven holds onto the top rope for support- as Drago and Kai look towards him. He looks back and nods. Without a word, Drago picks up Caffrey- And Caffrey still resists! Throwing wild punches and strikes at Drago, which sends the surgeon of death back for a few moments! Though he holds him on, trading blows with the Undisputed Champion until Drago manages to send the tired fighter stumbling backward!
Before he even realizes it, Kai like a vicious snake waiting to strike catches Caffrey with a sneaky SUPERKICK to the side of the head- Sending the champion crumpling to the floor defenseless.
Drago picks the champion up and irish whips into the corner- He then kicks Caffrey in the guy, sending him back onto the floor. Drago rolls out of the ring and wraps Caffrey's legs around the ring posts, then pulls him in viciously with a loud thud to the champion's knees! He then does it again, and again, and again as Caffrey yells in pain. The surgeon of death stops and pushes Caffrey back into the middle of the ring. Kai and Drago hold the champion up as Draven leaves the ropes, he takes the champion's wrist from behind and whips him around, hitting the champion with Luna's Kiss!
The champion falls back to the mat out cold. As much of a fight he put up, he was too fatigued and three on one was bound to end only one way.
Draven looks out the ring and asks for a microphone. Once he is handed it, he falls on his knees over Caffrey's unconscious body.
Draven: Do I-.. Do we have your attention now, Caffrey?
He laughs softly. Taking Caffrey by the hair and raising his head. He looks toward Drago and Kai, before dropping Caffrey back to the mat.
Draven: It won't be long until I get my hands on you officially. But you know- I just couldn't help myself. The perfect opportunity to get you right where I want you. It's a smart idea to make allies, don't you think? A contingency plan and these two came through. Like I knew they would.
The vampire nods towards his stablemates. A grin growing on his face.
Draven: Who do you have that will save you, Caffrey? Who is your ally? …I don't see anyone coming to protect you. What a shame.. I think my intentions have been made perfectly clear..
He pauses and looks towards the crowd.
Draven: And with that.. Goodnight, AXW.