Post by The Anomoly on May 31, 2018 20:59:42 GMT -5
..:: MAY 25TH, 2018 ::..
The shot begins as Prestige 17 goes off the air, with Anomoly holding both the AXW Undisputed and AWF Championships over newly-crowned champ Hyperion’s prone, broken body. Smirking, he takes the AWF Championship, and lifting the bottom of his mask, hucks a large glob of phlegm on the piece of hot garbage in his left hand, and drops it on Hyperion. He climbs out of the ring, and looks at his fellow co-workers. Nodding, he walks into the back, flanked by the entire AXW roster. He observes the destruction caused by them, the beaten down wrestlers and staff, the destroyed property.
The roster follows him all the way to the loading dock, where a few people still stand, unaware of the shark coming for their blood. They look up, just in time to see Anomoly and Black flying at them. Anomoly throws one into a wall, while Black powerbombs another through a crate. Merchandise spills out of the broken crate, and Anomoly picks up a shirt with the AWF logo over a silhouette of the shithole…er, state of Ohio. Anomoly stands on another crate, title around his waist and shirt in his hand, and turns to the roster.
Anomoly: AXW! We may hold a disdain in our hearts towards each other, and night in and night out we tear each other down, just to pick ourselves up and get back at it 2 weeks later. But tonight, we all came together under one umbrella, for one common goal. To take down a common enemy. AWF.
Boos erupt from the AXW roster. Anomoly smirks under his mask, he’s got these guys eating out of the palm of his hand.
Tonight! We stood together, and destroyed those who stand across us at Blood Money! Now, Steele may have been able to slip out of my grasp, but the sweet, sweet satisfaction of crippling the brand new champ was good enough for me. Steele will get his, as will the rest of this godforsaken company!
Cheers now erupt from the roster. Another smirk. Playing them like NPCs in an RP, he thinks to himself.
Now, we’ve a little over a week to prepare for the massacre. People like Price, Kanyon, Effigy, and Rossdale. Perhaps the most important men, alongside me. Us five have so much at stake, a hundred thousand dollars on the line. Phoenix, an extra spot in the Night of Champions main event. Rob, the X*Crown. And Dylan… well, you’re involved in some family feud bullshit that no one gives a fuck about. Win, lose, who cares.
Dylan looks down disgruntled, and Dackle pats him on the back. ALMOST giving a shit about him. But he doesn’t.
I digress. June third is going to be a big night for us. Bigger than the last Xtraction, with FWA. A lot more is riding on the line here than V unmasks. Nearly our entire companies net value is up for grabs. Are we going to let that happen?
A collective NO! rings out from the roster.
Exactly! We are AXW, the most dominant show on XHF. We will NOT fall when V needs us most! He may be a psychedelic, narcissistic, mystery filled motherfucker, but he keeps us well paid. V’s entire legacy falls on us. Are we gonna let him down?
Another collective NO!
Then grab your pitchforks and torches, train and prepare, we’re going to war, men!
A collective HOORAH! rings out. Anomoly takes a lighter, and lights the AWF shirt he was holding ablaze.
Gentlemen, I thank you for your time. I’ll see you in a week’s time. AXW, you are dismissed.
The entire roster cheers for Anomoly, and then walks out the big open garage door into the parking lot to their respective vehicles. Anomoly watches them, before hopping off the crate onto the floor. One of the attendee’s from earlier begins to stir, pulling himself into a sitting position against the wall while holding his head. Dropping the burning shirt on the concrete floor and stomping the fire out. Anomoly walks over, kneeling next to him and stroking the side of his head.
Shh shh shh shhh… it’s alright. Nobody’s gonna hurt you anymore.
The attendee stirs a bit, before opening his eyes and staring into the eyes of the guy who had taken his company’s show under siege.
Attendee: W...wh-who are you?
Anomoly smiles, and pats the side of the attendee’s head.
I’m your executioner.
Anomoly stands up and takes a few steps back, before charging at the attendee and driving his knee into his the attendee’s skull, promptly knocking him out cold. Satisfied, he dusts his hands off and walks out of the arena into an empty parking lot, leaving as the shot zooms out, and fades to black.
..:: MAY 30TH, 2018 ::..
Nigel: So. Xtraction, huh?
Anomoly turns, a bit unsure of how to react.
I beg your pardon?
Xtraction. That’s your next event coming up, right?
Yeah, I suppose it is.
How do you feel going into this? Nervous? Confident? Excited?
No lie, Nigel. I’m feeling a little bit of all three. I’m nervous with all the shit on the line, I’m confident to be teaming with an allstar team, and excited to be able to get my hands on that greasy, grimy, Jackson Steele.
Ah, Jackson Steele. The boy who laid you out on Anonymous Assault after pouring your heart and soul into a title defense.
Hardly, I didn’t even break a sweat during that match. I did get seriously messed up mid-assault, got some facial reconstructive surgery, I’d say I look handsomer than ever.
Is that so?
Nigel laughs at the idea of Anomoly bearing any sort of beauty that isn’t equivalent to a garbage can. Anomoly rolls his eyes, as he knows Nigel isn’t very eye appeasing himself. Nigel, now hunched over from the laughter, gets to a vertical base and looks at Anomoly.
So, how good are your promo skills?
I beg your pardon?
Promo skills? You know, cutting on your opponent, shooting the shit, those sorts of things?
Ah, yeah yeah yeah. I'm very good at those sorts of things. That's how I won this baby here.
Anomoly pats the AXW Undisputed Championship in his bag.
Well… that and pissing on the old belt. But we won't talk about that.
What?
Nothing, nothing. Let's move on.
The two walk out of the gym, conversing upon other topics as they look forwards towards Blood Money.
..:: MAY 31ST, 2018 ::..
It’s the next day, and Anomoly is standing in front of a mirror in his bathroom, shirtless. He wears a bandana over his head, and his bright blonde hair is a mess, with a nasty case of bed head. He runs the faucet, and lets the water pour over his hands, before then running his fingers through his hair. Getting his hair all nice and wet, he first reaches off to the side and grabs a towel, wrapping it around his neck. He then reaches under the counter, and pulls out a hair colouring kit. Pulling on the gloves like a doctor about to perform an operation, He then grabs a bottle of black hair coloring, and sighs, as he’s about to ruin the Hair of Anomoly. Be sad, maaaaaan!!
Anomoly squeezes out a glob of the black hair colouring gel(?) and begins to rub it into his hair. The blonde hair slowly turning darker. He makes sure not to miss a single inch of the blonde hair, getting the black all over it. A time lapse shows the process sped up, so we can see the final product of his new, slick black hair. Anomoly removes the gloves and drops them in the trash. He looks into the mirror, straight into the camera.
Why hello there. I didn’t see you. As you can see, I’m helping my hair get to its natural color. Yes, I bleached my hair. My original color is black. And I’d rather not wait an eternity to grow out my lovely black hair, so I have painted it black.
Anomoly begins to hum the tune to “Paint it Black” by the Rolling Stones as he cleans up the bathroom area, before sitting on the counter, drying his hands with a second towel.
So, I believe it’s safe to assume you’re here about Xtraction, correct?
The camera moves up and down, to simulate nodding.
And I think you want me to shoot the shit on my opponents?
The camera moves up and down again.
Well it ain’t happening. I have much better things to do than to waste 789 words talking about 5 rejects that AWF sent over in an attempt to take us out.
The scene begins to fade to black, only to quickly snap out of it as Anomoly holds up one finger.
Well, I mean if you insist, The higher ups demand I talk some sort of smack here as I am the rightful team captain. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU SAY KANYON, I HOLD THE FUCKING GOLD SO I CALL THE FUCKING SHOTS!
Anomoly regains his composure and smiles unpleasantly to the camera..
Alright. Let's count those words down.
A scene transition into a lavish room. Anomoly sits in a leather chair, decked out in a 3-piece suit and a stylish mask. The room has a warm feeling about it. Perhaps coming from the roaring fireplace, illuminating bookshelves reaching high into this library.
First up. Randy Angel. Brother to the entirely superior Nelly Angel. Quite frankly, I don't really understand how in the blue balls hell he made it into this match. Guy's like a younger, uglier, drunker Stormcrow. And he's not even a wrestler! He's billed as the manager of Smelly Angel. AWF promised to bring top game for Xtraction, but they're bringing the skunks shit on the bottom of the barrel. Meaning, for you uneducated swines reading this, they brought the WORST possible wrestler ever. Worse than Ken In The Box, for fuck’s sake!
Anomoly reaches over for a glass of golden chardonnay, taking a drawn out, anxiety filled sip, following up with a satisfactory “Ah!” He places the glass down, and folds his hands in his lap.
Next up, we got the Phoenix Champion, a Mr. Damien Young. Young, let me assure you of something This isn't gonna be “Just Another Fucking Day,” not “Just Another Fucking Match.” No, no. This, this is a cold day in hell for you boy. You may be used to the casual tussles AWF provides you, but rather an intense modern warfare which shall take months to recover from. Because the hounds of hell, the executioners of XHF, are coming for blood. And we will carve our names into your flesh, sign our names with your blood, and send you back to Ohio as the failures you are.
Anomoly takes a deep breath, and composes himself again.
Let's see, let's see. Who's left. Seth Dillenger? Ah. His file said he's a guy who parties hard, and is rich off Daddy’s money. Despicable. I fucking hate people who haven't earned a goddamn cent of their wealth. Pisses me off. Which is why I'll enjoy maiming every inch of that bitch boy. You're gonna learn the difference between a punk ass kid like you, and a real man like me.
Anomoly cracks his knuckles, and gestures for another bottle of chardonnay to be brought to him. He pauses, and takes the bottle from off screen and pours another glass.
And finally, the cream of the crop, the now former 2 time AWF Champion, Jacky Steele. What a pitiful, pathetic fool you are. What kind of champion LOSES his championship? I'll tell you. A failure! That's right Jack-ass, you're a failure. How would any kids you have feel when they find out you LOST to someone like Bobby fuckin’ Barratt. No disrespect, Bob, as you're a fellow countryman, but you got a major demotion going from WORLD to MIDCARD titles. Danny Ray isn't one who's prestigious. Take that belt and wipe the mat with his Raggedy Ann arse. But I digress. Jackson, these fists gonna melt your ass like jet fuel melts Steele beams. You're gonna get these hands for what you did on Anonymous Assault.
Anomoly takes another drawn out sip of his golden drink, and smirks.
So with that all said, I shall now take my leave, to get in one last bit of training for further preparations to this fight,
Someone says something offscreen, to which Anomoly looks over to them, listening for a moment.
I forgot someone? What? Who? Michael Storm? Who the fuck is that?
Anomoly laughs, and turns to the camera.
Alright, I kid Stormy. I know exactly who you are. A nobody. You’re the least relevant rat in the whole pack or rodents I will exterminate on June 3rd. You are. Not a single person remembers who you are, or anything about you, really. Fuck, Randy Angel, a MANAGER, is more memorable to this match then you. And that says something, as you’re an active wrestler for AWF.
It’s quite pitiful, really, how AXW drafts an all-star team. The nearly undefeated Undisputed Champion, the one man who beat said champion, the sole survivor of the last Xtraction, the Anonymous Assault Champion, and… well, I can’t say too much about Effigy as he’s new. But you guys are used to being big fish in a little pond. You’re coming to our stomping grounds, and we’re ready to defend the queen’s honor at a moments notice. We’re ready to defend V’s honor at a moments notice. You guys… you just can’t hang with us. Plain and fuckin’ simple.
Anomoly takes a sip of the golden alcoholic beverage, and swirls it around, finishing it off and patting the AXW Undisputed Championship around his waist as the scene fades to black, with one final commotion.
WOO! 789 WORDS!
..:: END SCENE ::..
