Anarchy 35 Results

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TOMMY ONIONS: What....what the Hell did we just see? That wasn't hot at all.



JOSEPH GREER: No Tommy, it wasn't, and it looks to my eyes that Apathy is going through some challenging circumstances at the moment. I think I speak for all of RSW when I say I hope she gets the help she so clearly needs.



BOB MOONEY: This next contest is a semifinal match of the tournament for the World title and is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the winner of Block C...Dylan Erickson!



The name of Dylan Erickson goes across the RioTron in bold lettering as Dylan Erickson walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans.







TOMMY ONIONS: The Giant Slayer!



JOSEPH GREER: He won by disqualification?



TOMMY ONIONS: The Giant Slayer via Technicality!



JOSEPH GREER: I suppose.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent...Isaiah Zepp!



A short guitar screech leads to the thrashing of At The Drive-In's "Governed By Contagions". A blinding white light shines chaotically around the arena as Isaiah Zepp steps foot onto the entrance stage. A scattering of fans in the crowd shine their cell phone lights back to him as he walks down the aisle. Isaiah climbs into the ring and removes his black hooded sweatshirt before throwing a fist in the air.







JOSEPH GREER: Isaiah doesn’t look too bad after his match with Havok. Not like Dylan Erickson.



TOMMY ONIONS: Dylan’s all taped up like he was going to be a facial mummy.



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t know if it’s that bad, but he does have a lot of taping and liquid stitching on his face from his match with Garmr.



TOMMY ONIONS: And he’s lucky to have gotten out of the match with all of his limbs intact.



The bell rings to start the match, Dylan aims a side kick at Zepp that is dodged. He hits a European uppercut to the back of Dylan’s extended knee and drops down to slam an elbow into the back of Dylan’s other knee to bring the giant down.



Dylan works his way up to his feet, but is hit with a double neck chop. This doesn’t stop Dylan from rising to his feet and lashing out with a right hand that would have sent Isaiah to the mat if not for being grabbed by the hair to prevent it.



Dylan brings up his knee to smash Zepp in the face and chest over and over again before casting him down to the mat.



Zepp makes his way up to his hands and knees, rolling out of the way of an axe kick! The reprieve doesn’t last long as Dylan stomps the mat and sweeps his foot to the side to catch Zepp in the side of the head with enough force to send him rolling from the ring!



TOMMY ONIONS: Fore!



JOSEPH GREER: Dylan is just manhandling Zepp in the ring there.



TOMMY ONIONS: Bet he’s glad he doesn’t have to be facing another giant tonight.



Dylan steps out of the ring for another attack against the side of his knee that does little harm. Dylan smiles as he reaches down to pull Isaiah up for Isaiah to lash out with a hand shaped like a claw to rip open the taped up wound on his forehead.



This makes Dylan stand up, his hands going to his face where blood begins streaming down his face. Zepp puts a shoulder to Dylan’s gut to double him over and hits a quick michinoku driver to the concrete floor!



Both men lay on the mat, leaving the ref little choice other than to begin counting them both out.



One





Two





Three





Four





Isaiah Zepp gets up and rolls into the ring.



Five





Six



Dylan rolls into the ring and to his feet, catching a high elbow to the temple that staggers him back to the corner. A monkey flip out of the corner turns into a total fail as Dylan goes nowhere. Dylan slams him in the top of the head with a fist that sends him to the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: Damn! Dylan is too fat to do that to. Didn’t Zepp already try to break his back once?



JOSEPH GREER: It could have worked before Dylan gained the weight.



Dylan seats himself onto the top turnbuckle, leaps as Isaiah slowly gets up, and-



JOSEPH GREER: Axe kick! This time a solid impact!



TOMMY ONIONS: When all that weight comes crashing down on you, something's got to give!



Dylan drags Isaiah to the center of the ring and goes for the pinfall!



One





Two





Three!



DING DING DING!



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match and moving on to the final round at Masquerade...Dylan Erickson!



Dylan Erickson stands in the middle of the ring with his arms raised in the air to celebrate his victory.



JOSEPH GREER: Well, there's one half of our Pay Per View Main Event! Dylan Erickson will be competing for the Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!



TOMMY ONIONS: Well, shit. Who knew that all you had to do to reach the next level was to get fat? I could be the next World Champion.



JOSEPH GREER: That's a bit of a stretch, Tommy. That match was shorter than we anticipated, but given the war that both these men went through in their previous matches, perhaps we shouldn't be surprised. Next up we determine who it is that Dylan will be facing in the form of Rob Riot or D. I wonder who it will be?



TOMMY ONIONS: It’ll be Rob Riot. You know it will be. D won’t make it by him.



JOSEPH GREER: D has made it by Rob Riot before. He can do it again.



TOMMY ONIONS: Bleh. A fluke victory in the past doesn’t make for a forecast of a victory today.

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RSW comes back from commercial.







D is already stood in the ring. He is leaning against the ropes after his big match with Nocturnal earlier.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent, Rob Riot!







"I Feel You" by Depeche Mode cranks into life and the crowd comes alive for the legendary Englishman, as red and white spotlights pick out the entranceway.



The cheers only grow louder as Riot steps through, wearing his trademark long silk ring jacket, and adjusting the tightness of his red, UFC style ring gloves. The noise is deafening, and he nods his approval, before looking down at the questionable choice of walkway.



Bending down onto all fours, he mimes taking a snort of the mock-cocaine floor, before standing back up and roaring as if he'd taken a big hit, pumping his fists in the air. He's psyched.



The two stood silent, the expectations for the evening were huge. The two had delivered for the crowd earlier tonight, now they’d have to deliver for them here. The buzz of the crowd grew louder as the bell rings.



JOSEPH GREER: This next match is sure to be an emotional one as this is to see who gets to face Dylan Erickson for the RSW World Heavyweight Championship.



TOMMY ONIONS: This should be a final match, but neither of them are Frank Windsor.



The crowd continues their loud chant of “D” as D raises his arms proudly in front of them. He knows inside his twisted mind that their cheers can do nothing. D stands in waiting, stretching out. He looks at Riot for a few seconds. D connects with a swift right punch to the side of Riot’s head, fazing him, but not grounding him. D opts to try again, this time with his left hand, throwing another punch at Riot. This time, however, Riot blocks the punch and grabs D’s wrist, pushing down on it and creating pressure on the joint. D slowly falls to his knees, struggling to push back, but the power is too much for D. Riot stands in all his glory keeping his grip locked, smiling at his plaything which is now D. Riot’s rage all flows to his shaking foot and as he screams out in hate, a kick straight into the face of D stuns the crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: Jesus Christ! That kick looked stiff!



TOMMY ONIONS: Who cares?



Riot takes a small step back allowing D, whose head is hanging from fatigue, to regain a sense of where he is. Yet, to show remorse is to show weakness and Riot refuses to be weak, ploughing into D with yet another kick right when he lifts his head. This time, D’s head snaps back quickly prompting Riot to release D’s wrist. However, Riot mounts D right after, knocking his head against the canvas repeatedly. Finally, the referee interjects, pulling the angry Riot off of his opponent.



JOSEPH GREER: This is shaping up to be a great match.



Riot makes moves toward D, who is now on all fours struggling to rise. About an inch away from D’s seemingly broken body, Riot reaches down to pick up his victim, but was surprised to see D hop up and shock the world with a super kick. Riot bounces back against the ropes in a haze, sending him right back to the now standing D. D hops up onto Riot’s shoulders, flying through the air and bringing him down over the ropes with a stunning hurricanrana. Riot falls onto the ringside mats while D hangs on to the ropes with his legs, propping himself back up into the ring. The assault was about to begin from D.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh that was good.



D leans on the ropes, mind wandering, glancing between his fallen adversary and the other side of the ring. Calculating distance, D performed a practice run against the ropes, D flies against the ropes with fierce tenacity and runs toward where Riot lay, hopping on top of the upper rope and diving onto Riot with a plancha. D rolls off of Riot’s body following the move, holding his midsection in pain.



JOSEPH GREER: It looks as if that excellent manoeuvre hurt D just about as much as it hurt Riot.



TOMMY ONIONS: D is doing well today.



JOSEPH GREER: But he is against Riot, not Nocturnal.



TOMMY ONIONS: So you’d rather face Nocturnal than Riot?



JOSEPH GREER: No.



Still outside the ring, D lifts Riot up and grabs him by the wrist this time around. Locking up with his other arm, D begins to swing around and release, sending Riot into the guardrail with an Irish Whip. Riot collapses to his knees following the connection with the steel while D runs forward and leaps off of Riot’s own back, landing on top of the guardrail in front of the fans live on Anarchy. Not looking back at all, D once again leaps, this time with a leg drop. Paying the price for his not paying attention, D connects with the bare ground as a revived Riot rolls out of the way. D rolls over onto his back grasping for air, Riot crawling back onto the ring apron and answering D’s attack with an aerial Cross body Splash. Landing perfectly, it would’ve been the opportune time for a pin fall; however Riot immediately realizes that they’re still outside of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Needs to be won in the ring guys.



Riot gets up slowly off of D’s body, grabbing his still laid out opponent by the straps of his own hair and rolling him into the ring. D now lies inside of the ring, slightly bleeding, while Riot runs around the ring building up himself for what is to come. Now the two men are right back where they started, exchanging punches and inflating egos. This time around, Riot strikes first with closed fist punches, knocking D’s around the ring. Standing there dazed and confused, Riot leaps forward with a flying lariat. D, showing his intellect, ducks and Riot rolls over his back. Not to be outdone, before Riot hits the ground he grabs D from under the legs and brings both bodies down to the mat with a school boy roll-up.



…….1



………………2



…Close but no cigar. D kicks out with power, sending Riot a good two feet away from him.



JOSEPH GREER: Not too bad.



Standing up, D grabs Riot, who is nearly standing, by the midsection. Picking up Riot is no easy task, but D pulls it off and gets into the formation for a belly-to-belly suplex. Riot fights back mid-air, ploughing into D’s body with severe lefts and rights, finally causing D to drop him. Riot then battles back with a leg sweep, but rather than allowing his opponent to fall, the member of the Bastards catches D and then throws him into the left turnbuckle with a T-Bone Suplex. D hit awkwardly, upside down with his legs caught in the ropes, which allows Riot to right the injustices D has caused. Riot throws a fist right into the genitalia of D, who screams out in pain, but can do nothing due to the constraints on his legs.



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell? Why’s the referee looking the other way?



Riot hops over the ropes and smiles at the adoring fans of D who are screaming over every brutal punch, grabbing D’s head and pulling backwards from outside of the ring. D coughs out in rage and begins to spit blood, unable to breath and spinal cord about to break in two. Riot loosens the ropes, causing D’s body to topple over.



TOMMY ONIONS: Not only is that entertainment, but it proves that there was a lost commandment. Thou shall not fuck with Rob Riot. He’s not just one of the bosses, he’s a wrestler dude.



D is laying there on his stomach, not moving in the least, as Riot climbs back into the ring. Riot senses the weakness inside of D almost as if it were instinct, choosing to lay the boots to his enemy. Kicking a man when he’s down if you will. The referee once again tells Riot to back off of D, except now he lifts D’s arm to make sure he’s able to continue. The referee picks his arm up once … it falls back down to the ground.



Riot stands up onto the turnbuckle facing the audience, raising his arms as a symbol of victory. They eat it up of course, no doubt thinking that the bleeding D is down and out. They are big time marks for D so hate Riot.



Once again D’s arm is raised … it falls again to the mat.



Riot basks in the boos coming from the crowd for his dismantling of D.



For what would be the final time, D’s arm is lifted … IT STAYS UP!!



As Riot wastes his time posing and primping for the cameras D flips up to his feet, rushing over to Riot and reaching under his legs; D slowly picks Riot up, trying to climb the turnbuckle at the very same time. He reaches the top with Riot hoisted on his shoulders and in a reckless move; D seemingly defies gravity by driving Riot’s body down to the canvas with a sit-down power bomb. D has used his pent up energy to his own advantage, what will he do with it?



TOMMY ONIONS: What is the underdog doing?



Rolling into a Boston Crab variation, which is very uncharacteristic for D, D struggles to keep Riot grounded. Riot resists at first, but D stomps inward on top of Riot, causing enough distraction for the move to be solidly locked in. Right in the middle of the ring, D is making a comeback, and in the process making Riot squeal. With one burst of last minute strength, Riot makes a small step with his hands toward the ropes. Then, even with D on his back trying to pull him back, Riot makes another slow step. Soon, Riot is one inch away from the bottom rope, D trying to retrieve what good he has going.



JOSEPH GREER: Will he?



All it takes is one blink of the eye; A single instant. The crowd erupting again as Riot restores his dream of actually becoming the RSW World Champion, grabbing the rope, forcing D to break the hold. D, in a weird change of plan, drops the legs with no problem and climbs outside of the ring. Even Riot seems astounded. But as a camera switches scenes, everyone can see exactly what D is up to. Slowly but surely, he’s searching for something in the crowd.



TOMMY ONIONS: What is D doing?



Riot refuses to take this, rising up from his pain with a limp, but managing to get outside the ring alright. Tapping D on his shoulder, Riot stands there waiting with a clenched fist. However, D is just too quick, turning around and shooting Riot with in the face with a burst of Spray tan.



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell?



JOSEPH GREER: That’s the closest that the Brit Riot’s got a tan.



TOMMY ONIONS: The UK is always wet.



JOSEPH GREER: Riot didn’t fall down! HE’S UP! HE’S UP!



Riot just stands in front of D, a patch of spray tan on his forehead, gazing at D with a sense of malice. D throws a weak punch at Riot, who is supposed to be just as weak, but with one slip of the fist … the attempt is blocked. The crowd stomps their feet in for such a good match as Riot fires with one punch immediately followed up by another. D dreamily hits the announce table and falls back onto Riot, who is ready with a plan. Riot hops up onto the table with D’s head in grasp, opting to jump off with a Flying DDT. In mid-air, Riot swings and takes down D’s whole body, connecting with the ring mats and the can of spray tan.



CROWD: RSW! RSW! RSW!



JOSEPH GREER: These men are pushing each other to the brink and these fans love it!!



However, both men are now tired and weary, and despite the crazy things which have gone on … the match can only be won inside of the ring. Dylan Erickson starts walking down the ramp way. Riot and D are both lying ringside with nothing left while the referee counts inside the ring.







……………1



……………..2



……………….3



TOMMY ONIONS: GET UP GUYS!



JOSEPH GREER: Erickson’s here to see who he faces.



………………4



……………5



……………..6



CROWD: D! D! D!



Riot begins to claw up the ring apron, stumbling up and raising an arm to show that he’s alright.



…………….8



…………9



D gets up at that same moment, the fans cheering as he gets to his feet. This last second is all that matters and it would only take one hit for one of these men to win the match by count out. However, neither have that much of a lack in pride, thus they both get into the ring at the same time.



TOMMY ONIONS: Both are electrifying tonight.



For the third time it’s back to square number one, D and Riot facing one another. In one last desperation attempt, D hops to the turnbuckle, signalling for a top rope head butt.



JOSEPH GREER: This may be it!!!



D flew off of the post like a dove, but lands straight in the grasp of Riot who used the positioning to apply a DDT.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is all she wrote, Joseph! With the DDT done I don’t think D will get up.



Following Riot’s DDT, he collapses on top of D’s weary body. The referee wipes his brow and falls to the mat, closing in for the pin fall attempt.



……………..1



…………2



…D grabs Riot’s tights and reverses the pin.



…………….1



……………2



……………3!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: D had his foot on the ropes!!!



JOSEPH GREER: The referee was out of position so didn’t see it.



The bickering commences as Riot, shaking his head, bleeds his way up the ramp way to a chorus of boos. Erickson rolls into the ring and stands in front of his new PPV opponent, 'D'. Emerging from the curtains, directly in the path of Riot’s exit, stands Nocturnal.







The cheers get louder.



TOMMY ONIONS: What’s he doing out here?



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe he’s out here to congratulate both guys.



Nocturnal has a microphone in his hand. Dylan and D both turn and look at Nocturnal who seems to be stealing their thunder.



TOMMY ONIONS: What’s this loser want?



Nocturnal slowly brings the microphone up.



NOCTURNAL: What? Were you expecting someone else out here? D did you think that I’d come out here and congratulate you for getting into the final?



D shrugs and shouts something at Nocturnal that the mics don’t pick up. Dylan points at the Masquerade sign and then at himself.



NOCTURNAL: What Dylan? Did Captain Caveman want something? No? Well why am I out here I hear you say. Let me explain something. First of I’m not out here to say neither of you will be facing each other for the RSW World Heavyweight Championship at Masquerade. Even I haven’t got that much swing around here……….



He smirks slightly.



NOCTURNAL: BUT what I do have is a contract with the owner. Armand gave me three little wishes.



The crowds cheer.



NOCTURNAL: I’ve used one with Havok, but I think it’s time to cash in another one isn’t it? Do you think people?



The crowds cheer really loud.



TOMMY ONIONS: What is he doing?



JOSEPH GREER: Nocturnal does it his own way.



NOCTURNAL: What am I saying I hear you ask. Well Masquerade when the World Heavyweight belt is hanging from the roof of the cell, you will see Dylan Erickson versus D……….



He pauses for a few seconds.



NOCTURNAL: Versus me! And that's how you use your wishes!



He drops the mic and exits. Dylan and D look totally shocked in the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Can he do that?



JOSEPH GREER: Nocturnal’s got pull with Armand so yes he can.



TOMMY ONIONS: And he’s still got one wish left?



JOSEPH GREER: I'm afraid he has, and that's probably bad news for all of us. Well there we have it, folks. At Masquerade, it's 'D', vs Dylan Erickson, vs Nocturnal....for the Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship! Don't you dare miss it, we'll see you next time!