Anarchy 40 Results

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The lights in the arena go dim with the RioTron lighting up to show Dylan Erickson and Shane Mitchell from the XHF Night of Champions IX. Shane and Dylan are at the top of the Sky Pyramid, both bleeding from various wounds.



The two exchange punches at the top until Shane stabs his thumb into Dylan’s stab wound in his leg. This causes enough of a distraction for Shane to get the double underhook off of the side of the ladder and drop Dylan into the double underhook ddt to the top scaffold! The entire structure shudders, one of the ladders at the bottom falling into the ring!



Shane grabs the ladder to once again use it to get to his feet. He begins climbing, getting halfway before Dylan gets back up with a mask of blood for a face. He begins climbing on the same side, reaching for Shane at the top to try to pull him down.



Shane kicks Dylan in the face a few times before finally kicking him off of the ladder to slam back onto the top scaffold.



Hawke: Oh shit!



King: The whole thing is about to come down!



The entire structure begins to shake itself apart. Shane Mitchell jumps for the belt, grabbing it, and holding on as the entire pyramid collapses into the ring with Dylan Erickson somewhere in the carnage below. Only his right hand can be seen peeking out from beneath a bit of scaffolding.



Shane Mitchell swings from the belt, it holding on to the wire that it’s hooked to. People backstage begin lowering the wire so that Shane doesn’t have to fall all that way to the floor.



Once he within reach, Shane places his feet down to the floor and pulls the World title from the hook.



Bonnie Jenkins: Winner of the match and NEW RSW World heavyweight champion…Shane Mitchell!



Hawke: You think that this is over between the two of them?



King: Is one of them dead? I don’t think so.



The screen fades to black with a spotlight shining in the ring upon a case with the RSW World championship belt within it.



“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Armand von Krauss steps out from the back. He smiles to the booing crowd, lighting himself an Egyptian cigarette before heading down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: So, when you going to tell him that he can’t be smoking in the arena?



JOSEPH GREER: Not today. I like to have my job. You?



TOMMY ONIONS: That fucker can smoke a crack rock in the middle of the ring and I won’t say a peep.



Armand flicks ashes onto the mat, waiting for the crowd to die down before he begins speaking.



ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Not long ago at XHF’s Ninth Night of Champions, Shane Mitchell took on Dylan Erickson in a Sky Pyramid Death Match for the RSW World Championship. Both men took the match to the absolute limits in human suffering. It does me proud to introduce to you all the NEW RSW Champion of the World…Shane Mitchell!



Mitchell emerges to a mixed reaction, when I say mixed what I really mean is a cacophony of boos and abuse.



Mitchell displays a familiar contempt for such treatment as he struts with a renewed arrogance towards the ring. Taking the mic he addresses those in attendance.



SHANE MITCHELL: Yet again I am your champion. Yet again I defeat Dylan Mopickson. Yet again I put another nail in the coffin of the group formerly known as the Kingdom. Later tonight you will see me yet again dismantle a one time legend of this business Hunter Valentyne.



Mitchell strolls back and forth as he talks trying to give the impression of a relaxed demeanour but there’s a clear sense of agitation and rage burning within him.



SHANE MITCHELL: Mopickson is DEAD! I know he’s still living and breathing somewhere but his career is dead. His elevation to the top of the card is over, his championship reign over and any possibility of him ever seeing a world championship match again is over. He’s slipped so far down the card they’ll have to bring Hells Bouncer out of retirement just to face him.



ARMAND VON KRAUSS: There’s one little correction to be made there Mitchell. Dylan Erickson won’t be waiting too long for another chance at the title, he has the chance tonight to fight for the number one contendership, in fact here he come now. The ring announced begins his spiel.



RING ANNOUNCER: First to the ring for this Riot Star Wrestling World Championship qualifier match, the former champion, The Massacre Maker Dylan Ericksooooonnnn!!!!



Shane looks perplexed as he looks up the entrance ramp and indeed sees the giant former champion making his way to the ring. Mitchell flings his newly presented championship title over his shoulder as he faces Dylan who strides over the ropes as though they are hardly there. Soon Mitchell and Erickson stand toe to toe in a tense stare down in the centre of the ring. Von Krauss watches with apparent amusement.



RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent. He is the founder of Riot Star Wrestling, The Riot Star, Rob Riooootttt!!!!



As Riot strolls into the arena Shane swings his championship belt clocking Dylan Erickson on the side of his head. Dylan staggers and looks as though he’ll go down but Shane makes sure of it with a second savage blow with the heavy metal belt.



JOSEPH GREER: Dylan is down Tommy. He looks out of it, he’s not moving.



TOMMY ONIONS: Well Mitchell did say he was going to stop Erickson getting into the title scene again.



JOSEPH GREER: I think he’s succeeded but what he perhaps hasn’t considered is who he’s just helped secure safe passage to the next round. Taking Erickson out of the equation makes the Rob Riot all the more likely as his next opponent for the championship.



Shane laughs as he steps over the fallen giant Dylan Erickson and climbs down from the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Rob Riot vs Shane Mitchell, that’s got all the hallmarks of a classic Tommy and surprisingly two founding members of the roster who haven’t faced each other one on one yet.



Shane passes Riot who pauses, the two Brits eyeing each other up suspiciously before Shane continues his exit leaving Rob to enter the ring.



Riot proceeds to the ring touching outstretched hands as he walks. He slowly strides up the steps and looks around before entering the ring. He stretches on the ropes and adjusts the elbow pad on his right arm. He nervously ensures that the tape on his wrists is properly tight. Riot smiles and surveys the crowd as he brings up a microphone.



ROB RIOT: Alright, Dylan. While you recover a bit, I have something to do.



Dylan gets to his feet and takes a step toward Riot, but the referee gets between them. Dylan wipes at blood coming from a cut on his right temple.



ROB RIOT: Hold your horses buddy; I’ve got a little announcement to do before we continue with our match. Can you do that or do you want more instructions?



Dylan turns angrily and then leans on the ropes motioning Rob to continue.



ROB RIOT: Okay, well the other night I was re-watching some of our passed shows and came to the conclusion that we needed to spice stuff up. How could we do that? How do we go back to being the premier wrestling show? Do we fire some talent? Do we push some of the former undercard talent to be main event stars? Or do we do something about our lack lustre announcing team?



TOMMY ONIONS: What’s he talking about? He can’t insult you like this, Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: He isn’t, he’s talking about you.



ROB RIOT: I had a little thought about it, had a word with those closest to me and decided on this. From tonight we will have a trial on someone joining Joseph and Tommy at the announce table but who could I pick? Who could I trust to elevate them?



He looks around for a few moments before turning to the ramp way.



ROB RIOT: I could only go to one person to do this correctly without us being taken off air. Your new announcer is………………….



“Take it Easy Chicken” by Mansun begins playing.



TOMMY ONIONS: Wait; is this who I think it is?



JOSEPH GREER: I think so but more importantly why is he out here? We don’t need him as I can do this alone.



The curtains part to a huge cheer as Billy Fowler emerges.



TOMMY ONIONS: NOOOOO!



Billy has a suit jacket over his wrestling gear and is carrying some sort of briefcase. He heads down the ramp way and walks with purpose. He stops at the announce table and brushes down the third seat. Opening his briefcase he pulls out files which he puts in front of him before putting the briefcase down the side of the table and pulls on his headphones.



BILLY FOWLER: Am I on? Can you hear me?



JOSEPH GREER: Yes we can Billy, welcome to the table.



BILLY FOWLER: Good to be here Jonny.



JOSEPH GREER: It’s Joseph.



BILLY FOWLER: Yes, that’s what I said.



Rob looks on from the ring with a smirk on his face.



ROB RIOT: Oh one last thing Billy. BRIEFCASE WANKER!



TOMMY ONIONS: Now this is going to be an interesting match. Both are wily veterans and this will be a good match for the fans right Billy?



JOSEPH GREER: We agree on something.



BILLY FOWLER: I’ve faced both of these but looking at the statistic I would say Rob has the edge.



TOMMY ONIONS: You would as he’s a former Bastard like you.



BILLY FOWLER: Former? Has that trio formally broken up?



TOMMY ONIONS: So you’re a bit like One Direction?

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Dylan walks up to Riot and starts talking smack to him. He slaps him in the face.



JOSEPH GREER: Dylan is looking a bit over-confidant. That could be his downfall.



TOMMY ONIONS: Do you have any idea how scripted you sound? Where’s the cue card?



BILLY FOWLER: Gentlemen can we be professional here for once.



Dylan connects with a swift right punch to the side of Riot’s head, fazing him, but not grounding him. Dylan opts to try again, this time with his left hand, throwing another punch at Riot. This time, however, Riot blocks the punch and grabs his wrist, pushing down on it and creating pressure on the joint. Dylan slowly falls to his knees, struggling to push back, but the power is too much for his. Dylan twists and manages to reverse it. He stands in all his glory keeping his grip locked, smiling at his plaything Riot. Riot’s rage all flows to his shaking foot and as he screams out in hate, a kick straight into the chin of Dylan stuns the crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: Jesus Christ! That kick looked stiff!



TOMMY ONIONS: Who cares?



BILLY FOWLER: Dylan probably does guys. This is for a chance to face Shane Mitchell gentlemen.



Dylan rolls out of the ring to regain his composure. He shakes his head, knocking the cobwebs out of it. Riot leans on the ropes, mind wandering, glancing between Dylan and the other side of the ring. Calculating distance, Riot performs a practice run against the ropes, turning it into a somersault just to annoy the fans with his stalling. Once again he turns to Dylan, smiling through his teeth; walking backwards, Riot flies against the ropes with fierce tenacity and runs toward where Dylan stands, hopping on top of the upper rope and diving onto Dylan with a splash. Riot rolls off of Dylan’s body following the move, holding his midsection in pain.



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



TOMMY ONIONS: Listen, Riot can fly around like a damn jumping bean all he wants, it won’t help him. For Dylan wants something much bigger than his own selfish needs, he wants revenge on Shane Mitchell.



BILLY FOWLER: Rob doesn’t usually have to get as high as that but Dylan is a monster.



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



BILLY FOWLER: Come on Rob you’ve got to beat this punk.



TOMMY ONIONS: Billy can I give you a lesson on being an announcer? Be unbiased kid, unbiased is best for business.



Dylan gets up slowly off of Riot’s body, grabbing his still laid out opponent by his belt on his jeans and rolls him into the ring. Riot now lies inside of the ring, slightly bleeding from the left side of his face, while Dylan stalks around the ring rallying himself.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s a mistake…..Go for the pin Dylan!! Go for the pin!!!



BILLY FOWLER: Inside the ring Tommy.



As Dylan wastes his time posing for the cameras; Riot flips up to his feet, rushing over to Dylan and reaching under his legs. Riot slowly picks Dylan up, trying to climb the turnbuckle at the very same time. He reaches the top with Dylan hoisted on his shoulders and in a reckless move, Riot seemingly defies gravity by driving Dylan’s body down to the canvas with a sit-down power bomb.



JOSEPH GREER: What the hell???



BILLY FOWLER: Now that’s impressive.



TOMMY ONIONS: You can say that again…….If you do I’ll hit you.



BILLY FOWLER: Bit aggressive Tommy.



Riot slams a knee into the Dylan’s stomach, taking him down with vicious jumping DDT. Riot immediately runs to the turnbuckles, running up them and then spinning around, leaping off with a diving head butt onto Dylan. The referee drops to the mat and begins his count.



………..1



…….2



……..Dylan kicks out as the referee’s hand is a millimetre from the mat.



JOSEPH GREER: Close fall from there, laugh arrogantly…whoops.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, I don’t think you were supposed to read that line, slick.



BILLY FOWLER: Is your stuff scripted? Can’t you do anything original?



JOSEPH GREER: This is not a good impression is it Tommy?



TOMMY ONIONS: Billy, I have a question for you. If you were to be stuck on a desert island with Frank what would his favourite tune to take with him?



JOSEPH GREER: What?



Riot slowly gets to his feet first, nailing Dylan with a DDT followed up by several elbow drops and a cover.



…………1



…………….Kick out! He looks disoriented. Riot runs to the ropes and looks for a lionsault, but Dylan intercepts him in mid-air with a spear, slamming Riot into the turnbuckles with enough force to rock the ring. Dylan tries to bull dog Riot out of the corner, but Riot shoves him off, following up with a leg drop.



JOSEPH GREER: I think Riot’s just found the proverbial chink in Dylan’s armour. Now if he can capitalize…



BILLY FOWLER: Racism is not to be accepted if you are to continue on my announce team Joseph.



TOMMY ONIONS: But what record would it be?



Riot lifts Dylan to his feet and locks his arms around him, trying to throw him over in a belly-to-belly overhead suplex, but Dylan rolls over top of Riot and pulls him down with a reverse schoolboy pin.



JOSEPH GREER: Big move by Riot, but it back fired big time!



BILLY FOWLER: Rob will be kicking himself watching this back.



The referee, dropping to count, doesn’t notice Dylan getting leverage from the ropes, and counts



……..1



…….2



……..the referee spots his legs and kicks them off the ropes.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh!



TOMMY ONIONS: Come on Billy, you’re the closest I’ll get to Frank.



Dylan glares at the referee while picking up Riot by the head. Once he has him up, Dylan locks his arms around him and executes a flawless belly to belly suplex. As he gets up, Dylan looks at Riot, then at the turnbuckle. He grins as he heads for it.



TOMMY ONIONS: This will go either of two ways, badly and oh my god!!!



BILLY FOWLER: I do remember a time in Wrestle Wars when Rob went up top like that. It didn’t work out well for him.



As Dylan stands there, he gestures to the crowd with a thumb down motion, as he leaps from the turnbuckle. Unfortunately, no one is home. Riot moves, and Dylan lands hard, on his ass, as a huge groan comes from the audience at the impact and a high pitch squeal from Dylan. Riot gingerly gets up, reaching at his back a bit in mild pain. Dylan turns on his stomach, holding his ass in pain from the impact of his flight. Riot decides he needs to end this quick. He goes to the opposite corner and prepares to unleash a moonsault. Riot leaps from the corner.



JOSEPH GREER: Here he flies.



In one swift move, Dylan turns, sits upright, right arm outstretched, as he wraps a hand around Riot’s throat. Riot shows signs of distress, as his apparent shock from the sudden twist of events have him panicked. Dylan raises him high overhead, holding the pose for 3 seconds then drops Riot down to the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh my god!!!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: You can say that again but don’t!!!!



BILLY FOWLER: That’s the first time we’ve seen that move from Dylan but I will check his stats.



Dylan puts his hands on his waist, still trying to catch his breath from his earlier move. This time, he decides he’ll stick with what he does best. And the crowd knows what that was. Riot begins standing up with Dylan’s help, and with one swift kick to the gut and Riot’s head placed between Dylan’s legs, it became obvious what time it was. He goes for a Pulling Pile driver. He leans down as the referee goes for the count.



……….1



………2



………..He lifts Riot’s shoulder up. The crowd boo loudly. Dylan brings Riot up again, but this time Riot hits out with a low blow. Dylan slumps to a knee, and Riot brings Dylan back up and scoops him up, then drove him down with a reverse Death Valley driver. Riot holds on to the leg for the pin.



……….1



………..2



……..Kick out.



TOMMY ONIONS: Wait, what’s Shane Mitchell doing out here?



BILLY FOWLER: He’s probably checking on who he could possibly face at the pay per view.



Shaking his head, Riot brings Dylan up to his feet again. He lifts his onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry. Riot prepares to hit Dylan with a flapjack, but Dylan has other ideas. He shifts his weight, rolling Riot backwards in a crucifix and into a pinning position.



………….1



…………2



…………Kick out by Riot.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is a very cool matchup.



BILLY FOWLER: Why could not have Rob done this when we tagged against Dylan?



JOSEPH GREER: Wasn’t it you that lost the Bastards the tag championship?



Both wrestlers get to their feet, and this time it is Riot who gains the advantage, blasting Dylan with a lariat and knocking him down. Riot quickly brings Dylan up and sets to whip him into the corner. Dylan, however, reverses it and sends Riot crashing into the opposite turnbuckle. Riot stumbles backwards out of the corner, and Dylan hooks him from behind. Dylan lifts Riot up and hits a German Suplex. Shane jumps up on the apron distracting the referee. Shane holds up the RSW World Heavyweight Championship belt to the guys in the ring. Dylan picks Riot back up and Irish whips him into the rope. Riot reverses it and Dylan goes face first into the belt.



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell? It can’t end like this.



BILLY FOWLER: Rob will not take advantage as he’s honourable.



Riot rolls him up. Shane smirks on the ring apron and jumps down as the referee sees the pin.



………..1



…………..2



………………..3!!!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Great win there for Riot. He’s heading to face either D or Havok in the main event but it has taken it out of him.



BILLY FOWLER: He will win.



Shane rolls into the ring and removes the safety padding from a turnbuckle. He picks Riot up and he hits him with a flapjack that sends his head into the exposed metal busting him open. He looks down at Riot and smiles at him. He holds up the RSW World Heavyweight Championship as security run down the ramp way to get Shane out of the ring. They rush the ring and surround Shane.



TOMMY ONIONS: Riot’s trying to get back up but the security is in his way.



JOSEPH GREER: Wait. Look at the top of the ramp way.



Frank Windsor walks through the curtains.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh shit, the three Bastards out here.



Frank smirks and shrugs his shoulder.



TOMMY ONIONS: FRANK!!!!!! FRANK!!!!



BILLY FOWLER: Stop showing yourself up Tommy. Have you seen Frank’s girlfriend?



JOSEPH GREER: Oh yeah?



Shane is escorted past Frank who waves at him.



JOSEPH GREER: Mind games!



TOMMY ONIONS: But what’s my Frank favourite tune?

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The lights steadily begin to go out, one section of stands at a time. The tron clicks to static … but then it literally melts away to black. The lights start to crash out faster and faster until complete darkness is achieved. The crowd murmurs wondering what is going on. That’s when the tron roars to life with the following image




The crowd roars to life with raucous cheers knowing another landmark announcement is coming. In fact it is the final reveal before the build to End of Days 2018 begins. “In the Hall of the Mountain King” by Electric Light Orchestra kicks on and onto the left half of the screen steps Mongo the Destroyer, owner of the XHF Network. The right half remains a screen for display purposes.



MONGO: Hello Riot Star Wrestling! This message is being recorded while I’m in Japan so you can see it here on August 27th, 2018. The XHF Network proudly brings to you the complete happenings relating to End of Days 2018! Last year was amazing and this year looks to top it. So listen up and listen good, because it’s only news once, then it’s history. End of Days is a 5 show PPV extravaganza that will be taking place on 5 consecutive Sundays on the XHF Network (OOC: in our RP forums…). For all you RSW folks you need to know there is the End of Days Tournament, 16 people will be entered in and the draws will be randomized once names are known. RSW has the honor of sending THREE fighters into the tourney. We have been told that those three will be Havok, Dagvald Riddik, and D. Good luck to you all.



But that’s not all there is also a Tag Team Annihilator where 8 teams will also enter a tournament. This one is more open ended, if you want a chance to enter go to the XHF Network and send us an application as a tag team! (OOC: There’s an entire Tag Division Global Forum). As of now we are accepting applications for the tournament. On the final night of End of Days is also a massive X*Crown title match where every fed, including you, gets to send one person into the Annihilation Complex. From you guys, I have been informed that it will be Akeed ibn Umar Al-hayba. From there it is every man for himself. As for the schedule of events? Well I have it right here, just know that October 14 and 21 are open for showcase matches, if you want to add a match from your fed to the card (OOC: And write it yourself, RPs can be here on the RSW board) then do so. As for the October 28th finale? RSW should send in a title match. (OOC: Again RPs can be here since you will be judging it and writing it) Can be any title you want to showcase for the XHF Network faithful.



The tron’s right half flashes up the schedule as Mongo reveals it so just imagine each event appearing as he talks.



MONGO: September 15 … we will know all the contestants for the End of Days and Tag Annihilator tournaments. All feds and teams will need to have their stuff together by then. September 30 … is End of Days Prelude: Shipwrecked! We will come live from a special XHF Barge ship. 2000 lucky fans will get to experience the haunted happenings in San Pedro, California. This show will feature four of the first 8 matches in the EOD Tourney and for the tag annihilator? Two of the four first round matches … but these … will be an All the Fish Match and a new type of match called a Blackbeard’s Booty Match! Don’t worry all new matches will be revealed in the XHF Network forums where we describe our best creations. You know the place. They will be posted after this show goes live on the network.



Cheers from the crowd. They know they are seeing history.



MONGO: October 7th. End of Days Prelude: Rapture! We will be packing 2000 more lucky fans into an arena in a Bible-themed amusement park! HOLY LAND in Waterbury, Connecticut. Oh … it’s been abandoned and falling apart for quite some time. Here the other four first round EOD matches will take place and the other two first round tag matches which will be a Bloodbath Ladder Match and another new match … the Excommunication Match!



The crowd is a little unnerved at this one but they are still into it.



MONGO: End of Days Prelude: Witching Hour comes live October 14 and is a celebration of the macabre. The theme is magic, and tragedy. We come to you live from Salem, Massachusetts and the O’Keefe Sports Complex where we will cram in 2500 fans. The 4 quarterfinal matches for the EOD tourney will take place here while the tag teams rest up for the big finale. At this show any and all feds can put on any showcase matches they want to. There will also be a legends showcase, legends to be determined, in a first ever Call of Destiny match! Legends who want a light showcase … feel free to say so!



He gestures as if he wants applications handed to him.



MONGO: October 21 is End of Days Prelude: Lockdown. Coming to you live from the recreation yard on Alcatraz Island in California, 4000 lucky fans will get to see the 2 semifinal EOD tourney matches: an Asylum match and a Shock Therapy match. Also will be the 2 semifinal Tag Annihilator matches which will be a Brickhouse match and a Shock Deathmatch. Any feds can also place any matches they want on THIS card but special credence will be given to cage gimmicked matches.



He holds up his hands to stop the applause.



MONGO: Finally … On October 28th we will present to you … End of Days! Coming to you from an arena seating 80,000 XHF fans … from the land where the Banshees live, Croke Park in Ireland! Here each fed will present a top title match. The X*Crown Title will be defended in the Annihilation Complex. The tag titles will be defended in the Doomsday Cage. The Tag Annihilator Finals will take place in a Sack O’Potatoes Match! And the EOD Tourney Finals will come to you from within the Gaelic Athletic Association’s Hall of Fame within Croke Park for the first ever Haunted Hall of Fame Match! End of Days promises to be the most spooky, destructive, amazing event XHF has put on to date! And with that …



He gestures to the tron which crackles to life with the following:






When the video ends Mongo raises his mic as the lights all return to normal.



MONGO: Annihilation, Doomsday, Armageddon … they approach fast. Who will crumble? Who will fall? Who will thrive? Who will rise? Find out starting September 30th when End of Days comes to you across an entire month … only on the XHF Network!



”In the Hall of the Mountain King” hits again as Mongo struts off screen and the tron fades to black.

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BOB MOONEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Anthony “Knucks” Stevenson!



“Dead Wrong” by C-Mob begins playing as Anthony walks out from the back to head down to the ring to a low mixed reaction from the crowd.



BILLY FOWLER: This guy looks like he belongs in a homeless shelter.



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s probably an amazing fighter then. Homeless guys fight hard to get something to eat or smoke or drink.



JOSEPH GREER: You two are nuts. Not a big reaction for Knucks, but he isn’t well known here.



Anthony rolls into the ring, stretching as he gets himself limber for his match.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…Animal Mother!



“Black is the Soul” by Korn begins playing, introducing Animal Mother as he stands out on the entrance stage. He roars to the fans, who do not roar back. He just shrugs and heads down to the ring.



BILLY FOWLER: So…his name is Animal Mother, but he’s obviously a “he”. What gives?



TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe he wants to be a she?



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe you two are being too literal.



BILLY FOWLER: I didn’t say he was a character from a book.



TOMMY ONIONS: No one is going to write about a mother who dresses as father with fatherly bits.



The bell rings to start the match, Knucks rushes across the ring to begin smashing Animal Mother with his knucks. He smashes Animal Mother with lefts and rights before delivering a near perfect drop kick!



Knucks hops on Animal Mother’s chest in a seated position, hopping up and down a few times before laying into him with punches yet again. The ref yells at him to back off Animal Mother or pin him. Knucks stands up, only to deliver a series of stomps to keep him down.



Knucks backs away, waiting for Animal Mother to rise before hitting a big boot to the chest!



BILLY FOWLER: This guy is a bit of a trash wrestler.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, I know right? Isn’t he awesome?



JOSEPH GREER: No, he’s trashy. That isn’t very awesome.



Knucks pulls Animal Mother up, going for a bodyslam. Animal Mother blocks the move, hitting a powerslam, and hooking the leg for the quick pinfall attempt!



One



Two



Thr-Knucks kicks out!



BILLY FOWLER: This goes to show you can’t underestimate your opponent!



TOMMY ONIONS: TransAnimal nearly got the win right there.



JOSEPH GREER: TransAnimal?



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s transitioning to become a lady. Isn’t he? The name first and then chopping off the penis!



JOSEPH GREER: I think the name comes from a male character in a movie.



BILLY FOWLER: That makes so much more sense.



TOMMY ONIONS: Nah. I’m sure he’s trans.



Animal Mother kneels up, grabbing Knucks by the hair to pull him up, and slam the back of the his head into the mat a few times. He brings Knucks to his feet, kneeing him in the gut, and dropping him with a ddt. Animal Mother rolls away to his feet and roars to the fans.



Yeah, a few of the fans do roar back for giggles.



Knucks sits up, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He looks across the ring to Animal Mother with a grin on his face.



TOMMY ONIONS: Why is he smiling? Do you smile when a transanimal goes wild on you?



BILLY FOWLER: He isn’t trans, Tommy. Give it up!



JOSEPH GREER: Knucks might just be happy that Animal Mother is fighting back!



Knucks jumps to his feet, exchanging a few punches with Animal Mother, and taking the advantage. Knucks hits a quick uppercut, going to the ropes while Animal Mother is stunned. He goes for the codebreaker on the rebound, but Animal Mother grabs Knucks bodily and tosses him from the ring! Knucks slams into the security railing on the outside!



JOSEPH GREER: Such strength from Animal Mother to have tossed Anthony so far!



BILLY FOWLER: I could have done that.



TOMMY ONIONS: Of course you could have! The important question is this. Could Frank have done that?



JOSEPH GREER: Why is that an important question?



TOMMY ONIONS: Just because it is!



BILLY FOWLER: Frank might have been able to do it. He’s not as big as I am.



Knucks sits up as Animal Mother steps to the outside of the ring. He waits for Knucks to rise to his feet with a smile and aims a shoulder charge at Knucks, who deftly moves out of the way at the last second so that Animal Mother slams into the security railing and flips over it into the crowd!



Animal Mother is up quickly, roaring to get fans back away from him. Knucks drills him with an uppercut, knocking him backwards into the waiting arms of the crowd, who hold him up.



Knucks steps over the security railing, runs at the stunned Animal Mother, and hits a picture perfect codebreaker! He quickly mounts the downed Animal Mother, slamming him with lefts and rights as the referee in the ring is counting.



With some advice from the fans, Knucks heads back into the ring just as the ref counts to ten!



JOSEPH GREER: Anthony Stevenson with the AKS for the count out win!



BILLY FOWLER: I wonder what AKS stands for?



TOMMY ONIONS: Animaltrans Knockout Service!



JOSEPH GREER: He is not trans!



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via countout…Anthony “Knucks” Stevenson!



Anthony celebrates his win in the middle of the ring as Animal Mother makes his way to the back.

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The chorus of “No Tears Left to Cry” by Ariana Grande blasts from the speakers, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Highlights of Andi Snow’s gymnastics career mixed with footage of her matches in RSW cue up on the RioTron as light blue and purple spotlights swirl throughout the arena.



Moments later, Andi makes her way out from behind the curtains to a roar of cheers from her fans. She steps down the ramp dressed in a pair of black over the knee high heeled boots, and super short black overalls with a white cropped tanktop underneath; her long brown hair in her signature ponytail.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is she coming down here to take off her shirt? I would be pretty pleased if she were to do that.



BILLY FOWLER: I’m pretty sure she’s not coming doown to the ring to strip.



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe if you wait, you’ll know what she’s down here to do.



Making her way up the steps and into the ring, Andi skips to the center of the ring where she uses both hands to blow kisses to the audience, from one side to the other garnering even more applause. After a few seconds later Andi’s music dies down as she is handed a microphone before she begins to speak.



ANDI SNOW: Lllllaaagooooossssss!!!! (the crowd cheers at the shout-out.) You guys…tonight is going to be a great night, I can just feel it! The energy here has me so pumped up and inspired and I just had to come out and share a couple of things with you guys…Is that alright?



The crowd cheers again. Andi walks around the ring a little bit, twirling the microphone in her hand as she soaks up their reaction.



TOMMY ONIONS: See? She’s out here to share her boobs!



JOSEPH GREER: I still don’t think so.



ANDI SNOW: Perfect!…Okay so like, as you all know a LOT of crazy stuff went down at Anarchy 39…Like, I totally was not expecting to be in that Main Event match…but I guess now that I am, some people are even saying that i’m in the Legacy Championship picture.” (The crowd pops again.) “I know, right?…At first I was a little intimidated because…well, i’m so new to wrestling. But then I got to thinking I’d be a pretty good Legacy Champion. I mean, I am an Olympic Gold Medalist and if you ask me THAT’s a pretty good legacy…and if I’m being honest, the current Champion leaves a lot to be desired. I mean he’s so mean…he’s just a bully. That’s not the kind of Legacy that RSW wants to leave behind. Am I right?



She holds the mic away from her lips once more as the crowd cheers. She smiled before speaking again.



ANDI SNOW: So what do you guys think? Who do you think would make the better Legacy champion? Me? (Andi strikes a cute pose, holding both hands in the air.) Or that big meanie, Dag-…



DAGVALD RIDDIK: That’s Riot Star Wrestling Legacy Champion and NeoNordicist, Dagvald Riddik to you, young lady.



The microphone-boosted, heavily Norwegian-accented voice interrupts the young athlete, catching her off guard. She turns to the ramp to see Dag strutting out in just a wifebeater and camo pants, Legacy Title draped over his shoulder. The crowd nails him with a solid sonic wave of boos. Unphased, he continues as he makes his way towards the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Uh oh. Someone has pissed off the big bad wolf!



BILLY FOWLER: Big bad wolf?



DAGVALD RIDDIK: I heard you think I’m mean. A bully, even. I gotta be honest, I’m disappointed I haven’t made it to ‘big, stinky doo-doo head’ yet. How about you grow the fuck up, Andi, you sniveling little snot nosed spoilt brat. All your life, you’ve had everything handed to you, up until your Olympic career was mercifully cut short. So called America’s Sweetheart? More like, America’s Perpetually 16 Year Old Daughter. How long will it take you in RSW before you realize nothing is owed to you? You sure as hell didn’t deserve that match against me in the Main Event, and you don’t deserve to be in the Legacy Title picture. That’s why I bothered coming out here right here, right now, to put the final nail in the coffin of your delusion.



Dag is nearly in the ring. Andi is staring him down from the center of it, ready to face the much larger man head on. Andi raises the mic to her lips.



ANDI SNOW: You think you can walk around here intimidating people just because, what? You’re big? But you don’t scare anyone. Why would anybody be afraid of an oaf like you? You’re gaunt…pasty…and hello? Have you ever heard of highlights? To top it off you’re loud, pushy, and you wrestle like you’ve been asleep for YEARS and just woke up. You’re a joke and everybody knows it.



The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and laughs. Andi herself can’t keep a straight face as she soon begins to giggle, taunting Dag. He climbs in the ring, clearly annoyed but trying to hide it. He begins walking toward Andi, but only takes a couple steps before standing just inside the ring while Andi stands salient in the center.



JOSEPH GREER: Uh oh. Andi better watch out.



DAGVALD RIDDIK: This is rich. I’m beginning to think 16 year old was too generous. I suppose I can at least give you the courtesy of answering your question, Andi. Do I think I can walk around intimidating everyone because I am of a physically imposing stature? Yes. Yes I do. Especially you, because you are a weak, frail, short little millennial girl who couldn’t punch out the teddy bear you cuddle up with at night. The thought of you being in the running for my Legacy Championship (he hoists his belt high in the air) is an insult not only to me, but to the few respectable fighters who have also earned this before me. No matter how you’re booked, you will not be handed a championship opportunity as long as I’m champion. (He brings the title back over his shoulder and stares intently at Andi.) Considering I have no plans to lose anytime soon, you really ought to find a new hobby. Maybe collecting pony dolls or braiding your sister’s hair?



Dag begins to very, very slowly walk toward the girl who’s trying to steal his spotlight.



DAGVALD RIDDIK: So, little girl, let me put this in terms you’ll understand. I’m going to count to three, and if you’re still in this ring by the time I reach 3… you won’t be fit to compete against a Beanie Baby. One… (He gets a little closer.) Two… Two and a half…. (He is almost chest to chest with Andi, who is bravely resisting his intimidation tactics.) Two and three quarters… (He is now essentially nose to nose against Andi, who hasn’t flinched from her spot.) Three!



Dag grabs Andi’s ponytail before she has time to respond to his sudden movement. He wraps it around his fist and twists it hard, then pulls as hard as he can upwards, lifting the thin woman just barely off the ground. Her light frame is no struggle for the Viking’s muscular arm, but it’s a bit tougher to hold onto a wet, treated ponytail than a dumbell.



Andi struggles, feeling the skin on her head tighten as she realizes her breath is running short. She instinctively begins scratching at the hand clutching her ponytail, her long nails drawing blood but to no avail. Dag is incensed and refuses to let this woman humiliate him. She kicks at the ground, and at Dag, but she grows weaker and her attacks grow more limp by the second. Her face begins to turn red. Riddik’s face, on the other hand, shifts to a sickening, disgusting smile as he relishes his handiwork.



JOSEPH GREER: Someone should get security down here to stop this!



DAGVALD RIDDIK: I warned you, sweetie. I just hope you learn your lesson. Daddy didn’t want to be so rough on you, but you left me no choi-



Suddenly the cheers from the crowd swell into a thunderous applause. Dag turns his attention to the stage to see Lex Collins racing down the ramp and toward the ring. Dag smirks as Andi continues to kick and struggle. The second Lex slides into the ring, Dag releases his grip on Andi who drops to her knees, clutching the back of her head. Dag scrambles out of the ring and makes his way around it to the ramp. He never turns his back on Lex, even as he bangs and yanks on the ropes, leaning over and screaming obscenities at Dag, demanding he come back and face him. Dag smirks arrogantly as he backs up the ramp. He raises the Legacy Championship title belt into the air with one hand. Using the ropes for support, Andi slowly gets to her feet. Lex is still shouting at Dag who has now reached the stage. He stands there for a moment, the title raised into the air still, before the scene soon fades to black.

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BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. Weighing in at two hundred pounds…Erik Black!



‘Somebody’s gotta die’ by the Notorious B.I.G. rips through the sound system.



Practically throw no the curtain from it’s bar as he bursts through, Erik Black looks out over the crowd and allows himself a little smirk.



JOSEPH GREER: Our first look at Erik Black here, six feet tall, two hundred pounds. MMA background, he’s young and as we’ve seen with his backstage war of words with the ever talkative Chris Parsons, he’s also extremely confident.



BILLY FOWLER: I hate to say this, but he reminds me of a young Frank Windsor. Brash, arrogant, and likely hungover. You can see there’s something about this kid. I don’t know if it’s greatness or if he’s a ticking timebomb, but I see something in Erik Black.



Taking his time, Erik revels in the cheers and boos alike. He walks the aisle with the confidence of a killer amongst fighters, stopping only for the ladies that would be ‘tens’ within the crowd.



TOMMY ONIONS: Cocaine and whores…



RSW’s resident aficionado since Troy Adkins stepped down as RSW’s chief narcotic expert, Tommy speaks with a certainty that indulges both of his broadcast partners’ curiosity.



FOWLER and GREER: What?



TOMMY ONIONS: What you see is cocaine and whores.



Once again, ‘Sweet’ Tommy sounds as though he’s informing the masses that two plus two is indeed four.



JOSEPH GREER: Are you serious? You’re saying that one of the new additions to RSW has a cocaine addiction?



TOMMY ONIONS: No…I’m saying the kid knows how to party! Look at him! Young, built like a brick shithouse and totally believes his own hype. I love this kid!



Making his way to the ring, Black gives RSW Senior Referee Shawna Savante a wink and a slap on the behind as he walks past to pose in a corner.



JOSEPH GREER: Did he just?



TOMMY ONIONS: Yup, but hey the match hasn’t started so she can’t say shit! It’s genius!



BILLY FOWLER: Though I doubt she’ll give him any leeway after that!



Stepping down from the corner, Black’s met by Shawna immediately. Tugging at her shirt she reminds him that once the bell rings she’s in charge.



ERIK BLACK: But until then…what are you doing after the match?



JOSEPH GREER: That’s a first folks, Erik Black appears to be hitting on Shawna here before the bell!



Heading back toward the opposite corner, Shawna is saved by the music ending as Bob Mooney continues.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds…Xander Joseph!!!



‘My Sacrifice’ by Creed begins with a dull roar as the stage darkens, a spotlight shines down on center stage where Xander stands.



JOSEPH GREER: At five foot ten, Xander Joseph is a massive three hundred and ten pounds.



TOMMY ONIONS: That is the most polite way I’ve heard heard anyone say someone was fat.



Milking the intro for all it was worth, Xander waits until the song in is full swing before turning to face the crowd.



BILLY FOWLER: Xander looked impressive in his debut against Natasha Harris and will be looked by to keep that momentum going with a win over another new face in RSW’s ever evolving locker room.



Still finding his fan base in Riot Star Wrestling, he gets a slightly mixed reaction. Some cheer, some boo but America’s real hero marches to the ring, stopping only to pose along the way.



JOSEPH GREER: We really have seen an influx of new talent lately and it’s been incredible to watch a new crop of stars rise and fall…



TOMMY ONIONS: Did you just basically say you like watching some of these guys fail?



Entering the ring Shawna has to separate the two brash young stars.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s not what I meant and you know it! Billy?!



BILLY FOWLER: No mate, not getting in this one…look here these lads are ready to go!



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t care that you’re British, that sounds wrong…



JOSEPH GREER: Excuse Tommy Fowler, but you have a point…both of these newcomers to RSW look ready, we could be looking at the future of RSW here.



TOMMY ONIONS: Havok?



BILLY FOWLER: Who now?



DING! DING!! DING!!!



JOSEPH GREER: And Shawna calls for the bell to get this one underway…



Before Greer can finish his sentence, Black rushes forward.



JOSEPH GREER: …Black turning it up!



A snapping inside leg kick quickly gets Joseph’s attention as it’s followed by a right hand he barely blocks.



On the defensive, Xander Joseph covers up backing himself into the corner as Erik Black pushes forward from behind a flowing series of punches and knees.



TOMMY ONIONS: Look at him go! I told you I loved this kid!



Though Xander is deflecting a fair amount of shots, Shawna gives a warning to Black before starting her five count.



…….One!



…………Two!!



………………Three!!!



…………………….Four!!!!



Rather than count out Erik out, Shawna grabs his arm as he swings taking an elbow to the side of the head as she does.



Shawna drops to the mat with a thud!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh no! Shawna is down.



Realizing he’s hit something, Erik Black turns his head.



The crowd groans collectively as Joseph raises a right hand square into Black’s nether regions.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh! He punched him right in the bollocks! Was that right?



BILLY FOWLER: I’m still not calling Frank.



Catching his breath from the onslaught he’d endured to start the match, Xander Joseph shakes out the cobwebs, surveys the situation and smiles.



XANDER JOSEPH: I wasn’t ready!



Screaming at him as he lays boot after boot into the ribs of Black.



XANDER JOSEPH: I’m an American hero damnit!



Covering up as he tries to stand, Erik takes a boot to the stomach doubling him over.



JOSEPH GREER: Shawna is down and now Xander Joseph is in control! Big kick followed by a head butt!



BILLY FOWLER: A head butt is a difficult move because it hurts to give and receive one. Most only use it in desperate situations.



JOSEPH GREER: Agreed Billy, Xander uses that head butt more than most, big Irish whip sends Erik into the corner!



Erik hits the turnbuckle hard, soon followed by Xander as he launches his three hundred plus pounds into a crushing corner avalanche!



TOMMY ONIONS: Now punch him in the balls again!



Stunning Black momentarily, Joseph grabs a waist lock before snapping Erik over with a German suplex.



Going into a cover, Joseph immediately notices that no count follows. Turning his head to see Shawna is still out, the ‘American hero’ pulls her into position before nudging and shaking her back to consciousness.



JOSEPH GREER: Big German suplex! Cover by Xander! There’s no ref! He’s nudging Shawna awake! The count!



…………………………One!



…………………….……………..Two!!



………….……………..Xander kicks out just after two!



JOSEPH GREER: Not quite! It seems Joseph is going to have to do more than that!



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know who to root for, Black seems violent, but Xander pinched him in the balls!



BILLY FOWLER: Have a thing for the bollocks do you? Xander Joseph might have been able to get the win had Shawna been able to make the count! On a normal night, he might have won right there!



Dragging Erik to his feet as a woozy Shawna gets her bearings in the corner, Xander keeps the pressure on with a couple clubbing blows to the back and neck, followed by a series of punches of his own that keep Erik backing up.



JOSEPH GREER: Stiff shots from Xander Joseph as he stays on Erik Black! Now Black is in the corner!



Slamming Erik head first into the top turnbuckle, a back elbow leads into an Irish whip to the far corner that almost shakes the ring!



BILLY FOWLER: He had his weight behind that one!



JOSEPH GREER: Hard Irish whip from Xander…he’s got a head of steam…



Charging forward like a bull, Xander looks for a second corner avalanche, this time Xander manages to evade causing Joseph to run chest first into the corner, Erik goes for a school boy.



JOSEPH GREER: …roll up! The shoulders are down!



………..One!



……………Two!!



Xander is out cleanly right at the count of two and both men immediately race to their feet.



TOMMY ONIONS: Here we go!



Reaching their feet roughly at the same time, Xander lands a right hand that wobbles Erik back into the ropes only to have Black respond with a right of his own!



JOSEPH GREER: Both men exchanging big shots by the ropes! Each of these guys seem to know how important these early matches are when you come into a new promotion!



BILLY FOWLER: Couldn’t have said it better mate! When you come into a new promotion, you really need to impress not just the fans, but those in the locker room! You need to show everyone you could face that you’re a real talent meant to be taken seriously!



TOMMY ONIONS: Yes! These guys are going for it!



The crowd echoes Tommy, cheering for each punch as they trade back and forth whipping the crowd into a frenzy!



JOSEPH GREER: This has lost any semblance of a wrestling match and has devolved into a brawl!



TOMMY ONIONS: And it’s fantastic!



BILLY FOWLER: Sometimes this happens Greer. Things boil over and the game plan goes out the window!



Xander gains the upper hand, then Erik. Each man landing shots and doing their best to defend.



JOSEPH GREER: Each man is giving their all trying to decapitate the other! Black, Joseph, Black, Joseph…these fan here in Lagos are loving it!



BILLY FOWLER: In my day we bit down and kept going until only one man stood tall!



TOMMY ONIONS: In your day? You’re not even Forty…you’ve been retired less than a year…



BILLY FOWLER: Who says I’m retired? I’m taking a break…that’s all!



Erik blocks a looping punch before driving a rear roundhouse kick into the ribs of Joseph that causes him to wince in pain.



JOSEPH GREER: Stiff kick to the ribs! I think based on pure striking Erik has the advantage even though Xander is defending well and staying at the end of Black’s strikes.



Whipping Xander to the ropes, Erik ducks a lariat attempt that sees Xander stumble into the ropes.



JOSEPH GREER: Irish whip…big lariat attempt by Xander is ducking by Erik Black!



Close to the ropes, Erik once again goes for the school boy roll up.



JOSEPH GREER: Another roll up!



This time as Shawna hit the mat to count, Black gets his feet up on the ropes for extra leverage.



BILLY FOWLER: He got the feet on the ropes for leverage, Black is pulling out all the stops!



……..One!



…………..Two!!



………………..Thr…….Xander gets out just in a nick of time.



Barely on his feet, he’s in Shawna’s face over the missed call.



XANDER JOSEPH: What the hell ref?! Are you blind?! Do you know who I am? I’m an American Her…



The rest of Xander’s complaint is lost as Black turns him around right into a flying knee that connects to the side of the head.



JOSEPH GREER: Xander might want to turn his attention back to…OH!!! Black calls that the Serial Thiller!



TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck yeah!



BILLY FOWLER: An excellent strike out of nowhere! Black has the cover!



……….One!



……………Two!!



………………..Three!!!



Kicking out just after the count of three, Xander Joseph is livid immediately blaming Shawna for his loss.



‘Somebody’s gotta die’ by The Notorious B.I.G. Starts as the fans have decided on Mr. Black and shower him with boos as he rolls from the ring holding his head.



BOB MOONEY: The winner of this match…Erik Black!



The music stops and a healthy mix of cheers and boos take over Erik’s moment as the patch wearing minority owner appears on the RioTron.



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s Parsons in the big screen!



JOSEPH GREER: I almost expected him out here with us for commentary!



BILLY FOWLER: Where would he sit? He’s damn sure not getting in my lap!



On the screen, Parsons watches as Black has his back to the ramp not wanting to face away from an obviously angry Xander Joseph.



CHRIS PARSONS: Hey Erik! Told ya I’d be right on the spot ready to review your performance. I must say, nice debut fuckstain…I’m real impressed over here. You had to try to pull a fast one on Xander there to get your shot in…



Parsons golf claps, a smirk sliding across his face.



CHRIS PARSONS: …so you got the job done…barely. C plus kid, it’s better than just a pass, but barely. This is RSW…you might want to bring a bit more next time…especially if you’re going to talk a gang of shit!



Black is clearly not appreciating Parsons’ ‘review’ of his performance, scowling at ‘The Nightmare’ after a hard fought match.



CHRIS PARSONS: I see that stink eye you’re giving me…look kid, it ain’t personal…shit there’s even still time to make the fans happy…



Erik looks puzzled for a moment so Parsons fills him in.



CHRIS PARSONS: …oh and chumpstain? Behind you!



His head drops as he understands Parsons’ goal all along. Turning, he swings at Xander Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: It was a setup! Parsons just wanted to give Xander enough time to get some payback! Black swings!



TOMMY ONIONS: Parsons didn’t get to own part of the company by playing fair Joey!



Ducking, Joseph rushes Black back, back first into the ring apron, before lifting him up…



JOSEPH GREER: Oh! Into the ring apron…Patriot Bomb! Erik Black just went neck and shoulders into the ring apron! Xander is a sore loser!



BILLY FOWLER: Well…Erik did sort of do him dirty. Well Rob, Frank and I have done more for less!



TOMMY ONIONS: Doesn’t matter…Patriot Bomb to the ring apron equals awesome!



Black is down on the ringside mats as Xander Joseph screams to the crowd as they boo!



XANDER JOSEPH: I’m an American hero!



BILLY FOWLER: Do you see this nonsense? Lost the match, still screaming he’s a hero? See, this is what the rest of the world see when they look at Trump’s America. Win or lose he’s still the loudest mouth at the party.



TOMMY ONIONS: Hey, touching the Frank only gets you so much of my respect. This is America damn it! You WILL respect America!



BILLY FOWLER: Umm mate? Last I checked we were in Africa…



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s not my point! I mean…Bottom line here is Erik Black wins in his RSW but Xander Joseph stands tall at the end!



JOSEPH GREER: I’m in shock, Tommy just used his actual job to stop an argument. Fowler you’re a godsend! But you’re right Tommy Erik Black picked up the win after some shady in ring tactics and Xander just got a measure of revenge after the bell, but a huge assist goes to minority owner Chris Parsons! Don’t go away…we’ll have more great RSW action right after this!

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Returning from commercials advertising the upcoming Shadow Wars Pay Per View. Bob Mooney is stood center ring ahead of a rapidly pacing Britney.



BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…currently in the ring; she is ‘The Enchantress’…Britney!



The lack of fanfare and entrance music doesn’t phase the veteran ring announcer. He simply pay begin to wait a polite amount of time before continuing.



JOSEPH GREER: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Anarchy Forty! In the ring we have ‘The enchantress’ Britney.



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s Britney Bitch!



JOSEPH GREER: Yes Tommy, it’s Britney…and apparently much like Cher and Madonna before her, ‘The Enchantress’ has only one name, though she’s been looking to make one for herself since joining Riot Star Wrestling…



TOMMY ONIONS: Has she tried the strip club circuit? Because ‘the enchantress’ is a dope stripper name if I’ve ever heard one…and trust me, I’ve heard a lot of stripper names in my day.



She raises her hands as the crowd politely claps, many wondering just who the enchantress was.



BILLY FOWLER: Come on Tommy, we don’t know for certain that she takes her clothes off for money. It’s akin to how we don’t know what would happen if she won a match.



JOSEPH GREER: Well folks, her record aside…tonight she’s facing a wrestler we haven’t seen or heard from in a long time!



As if on cue, “Evil Walks” by AC/DC begins blasting throughout the arena.



BOB MOONEY: And her opponent; from Dallas Texas; weighing in at two hundred pounds…Steve Murdock!!



Steve Murdock walks through the curtain, kendo stick in hand and stops. Taking a moment to survey the crowd and take in his return to action, he looks around the arena.



TOMMY ONIONS: So, anyone remember who this guy is? Joey…looking at you here…



Raising the kendo stick high, he gets a modest reaction from fans who remember him from his last run with the company as well as his extensive history outside RSW.



JOSEPH GREER: A healthy reaction for Steve Murdock; who is making his in ring return after disappearing for quite some time. A mainstay of Genesis’ Daredevil Division a number of years ago, Murdock is a bit of a throwback to the hardcore wrestlers of the mid to late nineties.



Swinging the kendo stick like a baseball bat, Murdock uses his hand to watch his ‘home run’.



TOMMY ONIONS: Thanks Greer, excellent example of why you don’t get bitches. Speaking of which, Billy…think you could get Frank to show up at one of my after parties?



BILLY FOWLER: In a word, no. No I don’t think I can.



Walking to the ring; though some fans cheer, most keep their distance from the kendo stick wielding final Genesis Daredevil Division Champion as he makes his way to ring side.



JOSEPH GREER: Now despite Murdock carrying a kendo stick to the ring, I’m going to point out that this is not, I repeat is not a hardcore match. Usual rules still apply here.



TOMMY ONIONS: Usual rules? This is RSW Joey…



BILLY FOWLER: I’ve been in that ring gents and I can tell you that rules are written on paper…they’re not always what happens once the bell rings.



DING! DING!! DING!!!



JOSEPH GREER: There’s the bell and this one is underway! Steve Murdock seems to be waiting on Britney to join him at center ring.



Murdock stands center ring as Britney steps up to stand chest to chest with him.



TOMMY ONIONS: She might want to just go home now guys.



Pushing Murdock, the former Genesis mainstay hardly moves at all.



BILLY FOWLER: Look at the lady bollocks on her! He didn’t budge!



TOMMY ONIONS: Bollocks is like balls right? Just want to get my shit down for when Frank comes to visit you.



JOSEPH GREER: Just stop Tommy, this is getting sad.



Stepping back, Britney slaps Murdock drawing an ‘Ohhhh’ from the crowd.



BILLY FOWLER: Oh! With the slap to the jowls of Steve Murdock



Rearing back, Britney causes an echo and a slight “Woooooo!” to pass throughout the arena with her second slap, again Murdock’s head is all the turns.



BILLY FOWLER: OH! A second stinging slap sounds surely stupendous! Sensational!



TOMMY ONIONS: Greer, is this guy fucking with me?



JOSEPH GREER: I honestly don’t know Tommy.



Rearing back for a third slap, this time her arm is caught at the wrist by Murdock.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh! I think Britney’s in trouble. Murdock appears to have had enough! He’s hot that arm locked up now!



Countering into a swift hammerlock, Murdock shrugs as he pulls ‘The Enchantress’ in a full front face lock while maintaining control of the arm.



JOSEPH GREER: Legsweep hammerlock DDT!



BILLY FOWLER: Yes! Get some!



TOMMY ONIONS: Get some? Is that another British saying? Does Frank say that?



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy! Enough already! Murdock has the cover!



……….One….



…………………..Two….



…………………………..Three!!!



DING! DING!! DING!!!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s it for Britney I’d imagine. Murdock with a decisive and fast victory here!



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t think he’s done Greer! Fuck yes!



As ‘Evil Walks’ by AC/DC blasts, Steve Murdock rolls to the outside retrieving his kendo stick as Bob makes the result official.



BOB MOONEY: The winner of this match…Steve Murdock!!!



As Bob’s voice finishes; a new sound echoes throughout the arena, the music stops just in time to let the reverberations ring through.



CRACK!



JOSEPH GREER: She’s down! That’s enough…Murdock has nothing to prove here! Someone stop him!



The crowd and Tommy Onions erupt in cheers as Murdock slams the kendo stick into the back of Britney three more times, each leaving a fresh print across her back!



TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck yes! One more time! One more time!



Trying to get fans into his chant, Tommy stands attempting to lead the RSW faithful in chorus.



BILLY FOWLER: Am I the only one seeing that he just branded this woman?



Taking direction from the Bastard and RSW hall of famer, the camera zooms in on the back of a face first, sprawled out Britney.



True to the big man’s words, the marks left by the kendo stick clearly leave Steve’s Mark upon ‘The Enchantress’ with a clear ‘M’.



JOSEPH GREER: The humanity! Steve Murdock just destroyed Britney with one move and then…then he just went too far!



TOMMY ONIONS: No such thing Joey! No such thing! He should have whipped her a few more times…some freaks love that shit!



BILLY FOWLER: Sometimes your emotions get the better of you, but I’m thinking this Murdock chap just like hurting people!



Raising the kendo stick once again, ‘Evil Walks’ begins anew as the violence inspired among the audience cheer for Murdock.



JOSEPH GREER: Regardless of the reason, Murdock has won this match and perhaps even sent a message to the locker room with a disgusting display after the bell!

[vastrix]

Backstage, “Lucky” Joe Beb can be seen walking down the hallway. He passes by a broom closet when the door opens up just a little bit.



Joe stops, looking at the door that opens itself with a quizzical look. A female voice comes from within the closet.



WOMAN: Hey! Old man! You want an interview?



JOE BEB: Interview? Sure, why not?



The woman reaches out, revealing herself to be Cherry Merciless. She grabs Joe by the arm and drags him into the broom closet, closing the door behind them.



They stand nearly nose to nose inside the closet. uncomfortably close.



CHERRY MERCILESS: Is that your penis?



JOE BEB: Didn’t you get fired?



CHERRY MERCILESS: …It’s a fine penis.



JOE BEB: Fired, shmired. What kind of interview would you like to do? Is this where I take out my penis?



CHERRY MERCILESS: Do you need to take out your penis?



There’s the sound of pants being unzipped.



JOE BEB: You know it!



CHERRY MERCILESS: There’s…not really the room between us for that unless…there.



JOE BEB: Whoa, nelly!



Cherry begins moving up and down ever so slowly, holding her disconnected microphone in front of her.



CHERRY MERCILESS: You go out here in a few moments to face Apathy in the ring. Don’t you feel bad about facing a woman in the ring?



Joe grunts with a wide, near psychotic, grin.



JOE BEB: You think I should feel bad? The Kaiser says that I don’t look like I could beat up a woman. I’ll show that whipper snapper that I can totally beat up a woman!



CHERRY MERCILESS: Who is the Kaiser?



JOE BEB: Armand von Krauss is.



CHERRY MERCILESS: Oh! Then heck with that mother fucker! Apathy is a bitch anyway! Beat that ass!



Cherry reaches to the back of her neck, untying her her top. Her motions are getting a little rougher, bumping into the door a little. She lets out a whimper.



CHERRY MERCILESS: How does one who looks so old as you have an erection like this? I saw your match against Havok. It was…oh yeah!



JOE BEB: Yeah…yeah…yeah…



CHERRY MERCILESS: So you think you’re gonna beat that ass?



*smack!*



CHERRY MERCILESS: Not mine! But…do it again.



*smack!*



CHERRY MERCILESS: Do you see yourself holding a championship title soon? What one do yooooooooouuuuuuuu think you’ll be going for?



JOE BEB: All of them? Any of them? Titles don’t matter. Back in my day, we celebrated winners!



CHERRY MERCILESS: How old are you anyway? You’re not going to, like, die on me?



JOE BEB: Not today, youngin’



Joe grabs Cherry by the shoulders and begins to “take charge”. Cherry gives up all pretenses of an interview and begins to moan loudly, banging against the door.



It’s when she screams out her climax that the door is opened by Big Ass Hank. He averts his eyes right away after catching a glimpse of Joe’s still erect member and Cherry with her skirt hiked up and her halter top pushed down.



BIG ASS HANK: The fuck you doing here, bitch!



JOE BEB: An interview?



BIG ASS HANK: Not you, old man. Her! Armand fired her ass! This don’t look like no fucking interview either!



Cherry starts covering herself in a huff, coming out of the broom closet.



CHERRY MERCILESS: It began as an interview, thank you very much.



BIG ASS HANK: You’re not an interviewer anymore! Get the fuck out!



Cherry starts heading toward the exit, dripping her own wetness down her legs as she walks and flips Hank off. Security guards escort her away, staying clear. Hank looks to Joe, who has tucked his member away.



BIG ASS HANK: You should get yourself ready. You’re on in five!

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Apathy!



“Vicious” by Halestorm begins playing as Elizabeth O’Rourke walks out from the back. She nods to the booing fans before heading down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Such a fucking whor-



Tommy stops talking as Elizabeth rounds the table and waits patiently for Tommy to finish talking.



TOMMY ONIONS: I mean, such a nice girl! A battle hardened opponent.



Elizabeth smirks, stepping into the ring.



BILLY FOWLER: Backed up so fast that he didn’t have the time to beep.



JOSEPH GREER: Battle hardened? Don’t you mean that for her opponent?



BOB MOONEY: And her opponent…”Lucky” Job Beb!



“Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO begins playing as Joe Beb comes dancing out from the back.



TOMMY ONIONS: You…one upped me on a joke. Not possible!



BILLY FOWLER: They let that old man wrestle? He looks like he could have a heart attack and kick the bucket should he attempt a bodyslam!



Joe Beb makes his way down to the ring, dancing all the while. The fans break out into cheering for the old man, though many still seem to be horrified at the tent in the front of Joe’s pants.



BILLY FOWLER: Is this going to be a wrestling match or is this going to be a porn battle? Stripfight?



JOSEPH GREER: Joe stands with a chemically enhanced boner that I hear he doesn’t want to use as a weapon in a match. He thinks that coming into the ring will help provide him luck in the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: It provides me with amusement.



BILLY FOWLER: I think that this is repulsive!



Joe Beb enters the ring, pointing to Apathy with a grin.



JOE BEB: I’ll prove to the Kaiser that I can beat up a woman!



APATHY: You’ll only prove that I am the Queen here.



The two lock up, Joe winning the advantage, and hitting a belly to belly suplex. Elizabeth quickly rolls away to her feet, feeling her lower belly.



TOMMY ONIONS: Did she get stabbed?



BILLY FOWLER: He shouldn’t be allowed in the ring with that!



JOSEPH GREER: It’s a sexual harassment case waiting to happen.



The two lock up again, Apathy leading with a knee to the gnards, and throwing Joe backwards to the ropes. She meets him at the ropes with a clothesline that sends Joe bouncing off of the ring apron and to the floor!



Elizabeth holds the top rope, waiting for Joe to get up. She slingshots over the ropes, Slamming into Joe to send him crashing back to the floor!



Inside the ring, the ref begins to count both people out. Elizabeth picks Joe up, but he quickly grabs her, and sends her shoulder first into the ring post!



One



Two



Three



Joe rolls into the ring.



Four



Five



Six



Seven



Elizabeth rolls into the ring where Joe immediately begins stomping on her to keep her down. She rolls to the corner where Joe grabs the top rope in the corner as leverage to do a corner foot choke.



The ref is right there to yell at Joe to break the move, which he does. He pulls Elizabeth to her feet, slams her into the corner for good measure, and mounts the corner to begin wailing on her. The crowd counts along again.



ONE! two! three! FOUR! five! six! SEVEN! eight! nine!



Joe stops midswing, flailing around with his hands, and screaming in pain! The ref begins yelling, but doesn’t dare pull Joe away from where Apathy is biting him!



BILLY FOWLER: Is she taking a bite of his willy?



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s not a hot dog, you whore!



JOSEPH GREER: She got tired of being smacked with it real quick.



Elizabeth releases Joe’s privates from her mouth, hefts the man up, and hits a inverted atomic drop. Well…we know what really happened. She dropped his nuts across her knee! Joe rolls on the mat in the fetal position while screaming in horrible pain!



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s just horrible! A low blow combined with a low bite? Too much!



BILLY FOWLER: That should be an instant dq!



JOSEPH GREER: I think the ref is just yelling at Apathy and checking on Joe.



Joe nods his head that he can continue and stands up, small trickles of blood coming from the bottom of his outfit from the bite.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh my! That whore broke the skin and there was already so much blood down in that area.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m shocked that Joe is still able to continue the match.



BILLY FOWLER: I know that I would have considered tapping out if someone drew blood from there.



Apathy grabs Joe and hits a brainbuster, going for the pinfall!



One



Two



Thr-Joe kicks out!



Apathy kneels up, eyeing the ref, who quickly shows her two fingers. She turns her attention back to Joe, who jabs her in the eyes with two blood covered fingers!



BILLY FOWLER: Oh Jesus! He just poked her in the eyes with penis blood!



TOMMY ONIONS: She’s a whore. She should be used to getting that done to her.



JOSEPH GREER: She should be used to having blood from a penis stuck in her eyes? Seriously?



Elizabeth rolls backward away from Joe to try to wipe away the blood from her eyes. Joe grabs her by the leg, hitting a kneebar drop! He flips Apathy over and applies a Boston Crab!



The ref checks to see if Apathy submits, but she shakes her head to the negative. With a reach, Apathy grabs the bottom rope. The ref taps Joe on the shoulder to inform him to break the hold.



Joe grabs Apathy by the ankles and drags her to the middle of the ring. He goes to apply a leg lock, but gets kicked in the face instead.



Elizabeth gets to her feet, grabs Joe in a front face lock, and is lifted into the air so that Joe can hit an inverted atomic drop! A power bomb later and Joe applies a crossface scissored armbar!



JOSEPH GREER: Joe Beb with the Golden Age Cage!



BILLY FOWLER: Apathy literally with nowhere to go with being on her belly and both arms behind her back.



TOMMY ONIONS: She’s a whore. This is her standard fare. I’m sure that she can get out of-



Apathy submits the middle of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Or not.



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match…Joe Beb!



Joe releases Elizabeth, who rolls out of the ring. She walks directly over to the commentary desk to stand in front of Tommy Onions.



TOMMY ONIONS: What? You gonna hit me again, whore? Only whores think with their fists.



BILLY FOWLER: You want me to hold him down while you hit him?



JOSEPH GREER: That’s a move that I can get behind.



Elizabeth reaches out and lightly flicks Tommy in the nose.



APATHY: Just remember that I will tear your ass up if you can’t behave yourself.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yes, ma’am!



Elizabeth laughs as she walks toward the back while Joe Beb celebrates his victory in the ring with a dance.

[vastrix]

The locker room is dark, the only light coming from the tablet propped on the table that’s showing the live stream of the show, volume muted. Lex Collins sits on the bare wooden bench, head bowed with his fingers pressed into his forehead as though warding off a headache. His eyes keep flicking to the view, watching the match in progress.



LEX COLLINS: It’s fine. You can do this. Just breathe. Watch for the circles. Don’t let him in. Can’t get rattled. Not-



The soft mantra dies on his lips as gentle hands rest on his shoulders from behind. He freezes, tense as he lets his hands fall away from his face, ready for a confrontation. One hand lifts from its perch, fingers gently running through his shaggy hair in a familiar way and he lets out the breath he’s holding, realizing who it is in an instant. The tension falls away as his spine straightens, as if that touch has breathed new life into him.



LEX COLLINS: I thought we agreed it was better if you stayed away. At least until I get the lay of the land.



She sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind as she kisses the top of his head.



HANNAH DONIMARI: Just because I didn’t argue doesn’t mean I agreed. Your sister’s watching Allegra and she’s got strict instructions to make sure she doesn’t stream the show.



He says nothing. Hannah presses her lips to his temple.



HANNAH DONIMARI: I saw what you did earlier, saving Andi. I’m so pr-



LEX COLLINS: Don’t.



He mumbles the word, shaking his head.



LEX COLLINS: Don’t tell me you’re proud of me. I didn’t… that’s not why I intervened.



HANNAH DONIMARI: I know. Doesn’t change how I feel, Lex.



The silence spins out between them for a few seconds and his gaze flicks to the tablet again to see the match is over.



LEX COLLINS: I pissed him off. He’s gonna try to kill me, pretty sure of that. Last thing he wants is for me to cement myself as a contender for that damned title of his – the prick’s fragile little ego can’t handle that on the heels of me refusin’ to be cowed by his bullshit.



She shakes her head with a soft laugh.



HANNAH DONIMARI: You can do this.



LEX COLLINS: Can I? Not so sure anymore, Han. Feel like I’m in over my head here. I can talk ’til I’m blue in the face, hang with ’em that way, I guess. That’s not hard. But the rest of the shit? I’m not sure I’m on the level-



She moves around in front of him, pressing a finger to his lips.



HANNAH DONIMARI: Don’t think about it. Just go out there and do what you do best, baby: fight.



He lets out that self-deprecating chuckle as he corrects her.



LEX COLLINS: Nah. This time I gotta go further’n that. Gotta SURVIVE.

[vastrix]

The crowd stirred, loudly stamping on the ground and starting the occasional chant. As Bob Mooney climbs slowly back into the ring, the crowd begin to cheer loudly once again.



BOB MOONEY: Ladies and gentlemen… This match is for a chance to face off with Rob Riot for a shot at Shane Mitchell’s RSW World Heavyweight Championship belt!!!!! Introducing first……D!



The lights in the arena go dim and stay dark and silent for a few moments. “Freak” by Silverchair begins to play and D makes his way out from the backstage area, wearing his latest merchandise from RSW. He pauses for a moment and looks out over the crowd, holding his arms up high before making his way down to ringside. Once he gets to ringside, he pauses before climbing into the ring and throwing a few warm-up punches, preparing for the coming fight. He shakes out his arm. Turning he gets into the face of the referee and at once begins shouting in his face. The referee shoves him back and D runs forward and shoves at him in return. They are in each other’s faces shouting, and the crowd is urging them on. But as D reaches back with his fist cocked, pyrotechnics explode at the top of the entrance ramp and D’s opponent makes his presence known.



BOB MOONEY: And his first opponent, a former RSW Tag Champion, it is Eddie Havok!



Slipknot’s “Psychosocial” blares out as the familiar figure of Eddie Havok steps through the curtains, the roar of the crowd booing the former RSW Tag Champion. Havok makes his way slowly to the ring, soaking in the boos and staring through D. He slides into the ring and walks right up to D, with neither man backing down. They exchange words.



The bell rings.



Their eyes locked.



D snaps out his arms at the same time as Havok and the two lock up in the centre of the ring. D hooks his arm and swings around back, but Havok shoves him to the side and grabs his head in a quick headlock. D ducks out and jerks on the leg, but Havok steps over and grabs him around the neck with his forearm. D shoves forward, then slips out from under and hooks the leg again, swinging Havok around and down to the mat. Havok leaps up with a quick kip up and grabs D’s arm and swings him into the ropes and then shoves him down to the mat. D gets up, grabs the arm of the bigger man and twists it around his back in a standing arm bar hold. Havok bends out and reverses it, causing D to yelp in pain before breaking the hold and backing away.



The crowd cheers loudly for the quick display of counter wrestling, and D and Havok look around at the crowd before locking eyes with each other once more. The referee watches from a corner, his mouth pulled into a tight line and his eyes riveted on the action in the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Great display of wrestling there guys?



BILLY FOWLER: I want to know why D threatened the referee.



JOSEPH GREER: I think Havok has a lot of heat in the front office with the boys in the locker room.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, they don’t like the future being shoved down their throats.



BILLY FOWLER: That’s a bit pathetic as if you look at his stats he isn’t that special.



D comes forward with a running lariat, but Havok steps to one side and grabs him around the waist as he comes by with an impressive display of power. He lifts D up and drives him into the mat with a backdrop side suplex that cause the crowd to explode with applause. Havok covers.



……….1



…………..2



……D powers out with an elbow into Havok’s face. As Havok rolls off, D grabs his head with one hand and repeatedly drives elbow after elbow into Havok’s jaw until blood flows freely from his mouth.



JOSEPH GREER: Bloody hell?



TOMMY ONIONS: Pun intended?



BILLY FOWLER: Come on gentlemen, let’s elevate the commentary. Don’t be a parody of yourselves.



D jumps to his feet and stretches Havok out with a standing arm bar submission hold. Havok struggles to get free, but D has the leverage of the hold on his side and Havok is forced to drag himself towards the ropes to break free. D let’s go of the hold, but shoots another elbow into Havok’s throat before he walks away. The referee grabs him and shoves him back, screaming at him to cut out the dirty business and focus in the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: This referee is quite neutral.



JOSEPH GREER: This is a tough match as the winner faces off against Rob Riot later.



BILLY FOWLER: And don’t forget the winner of that, namely Rob will face off against Shane for the World Championship.



JOSEPH GREER: And what happened between Riot and the champ earlier will be motivation.



D goes for another lariat, but Havok reverses it on contact and scoops up D for a quick T-Bone Suplex and a pin fall attempt.



………..1



…………2



………… D kicks out, and Havok hauls him roughly to his feet. Havok goes for a stiff German Suplex, but D cracks him in the skull with a stiff enzugiri that sends Havok stumbling into the ropes. D shouts abuse and waits for Havok to turn around, then locks the arms and hits a devastating Northern Lights Suplex.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s right on his head Billy.



BILLY FOWLER: I can see that on my monitor Joseph. I don’t need to go to SpecSavers.



TOMMY ONIONS: What?



D hooks the leg and covers, but the referee is out of position and D is only able to get a two count before Havok throws him off. His mouth is still spurting blood and his eyes are not focusing correctly.



TOMMY ONIONS: Anyone know if my Frank wear’s boxers or briefs?



JOSEPH GREER: How should I know?



BILLY FOWLER: Oh I see the champs out here again.



Shane Mitchell slowly walks down the ramp. Havok shakes his head and blindly charges D, but D puts up a boot and catches Havok in the face, then hits a quick flying DDT. Havok drops and D goes for another cover. Havok kicks out a split second before the referee’s hand drops for the three count and moves quickly to his feet and steps around D, dropping Havok with a double under hook cradle. Another cover, but D slips out at two and backs away. D spits on the mat and urges Havok forward. Havok runs, but stops short as D raises another boot up and grabs the leg to spin him around. Havok hits an overhead belly to belly suplex, but D rolls out before a cover can be made and drops a rolling elbow that causes the crowd watching to cheer. The noise in around the ring is deafening.



JOSEPH GREER: Can anyone hear me?



Havok ducks a lariat and slams D to the mat with a DDT, but the move seems to hurt Havok more than D. D doesn’t go for the cover and instead climbs to the top rope. Spreading his arms wide, he dives with a swan dive head butt that connects with Havok. D goes for a cover.



………………1



…………………2



………………Shane slides into the ring and pulls D off of Havok. D looks around, his teeth bare and his eyes bulging, but the referee is already motioning for Shane to get out of the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Shane shouldn’t be out here!



D uses the distraction to remove the turnbuckle padding, and goes back to retrieve Havok. But Havok is up and pummels away on D with hard lefts and rights, then picks up D and tosses him into the ropes. D becomes tangled there, and finally drops to the ringside area with a thick thud of body against bare ground. Havok raises his arms to the crowd, who cheer the Future loudly. Meanwhile, the referee has noticed the unlaced turnbuckle pad and goes over to fix it. On the outside of the ring Shane is kicking down on D, putting boots against his head. Havok grins. He exits the ring and grabs hold of D and throws him back into the ring. He turns and nods at Shane. Smiling at him he goes to high five but is met with a forearm to the side of the head. Behind him in the ring D slowly makes his way to his feet. Frank Windsor jumps the barrier and rolls into the ring as the referee is seeing to D.



BILLY FOWLER: Frank what are you doing out here?



JOSEPH GREER: Is this part of Riot’s plan?



BILLY FOWLER: If it is it isn’t in my script.



TOMMY ONIONS: FRANK!



Frank strikes him from behind with a punch to the back of the head, then lifts him up and slams him into the mat with the reverse DDT. Then Frank picks D up and drives his face into the exposed steel of the turnbuckle. D falls back onto the mat bloody. On the outside Havok looks at Frank’s actions in the ring with stunned surprise. Havok rolls into the ring as he rolls out of the ring. The referee drops down and quickly counts.



…………1



……………2



…………….Kick out!!



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell? Are Havok and my Frank on the same page? Has this been a ploy all along?



BILLY FOWLER: No, as I would be in on it. It’s more likely Rob wants the weaker link in Havok.



JOSEPH GREER: So taking out D would work out for him?



Havok picks D back up but is met with an upper cut knocking him back. D moves in, grabbing Havok by the neck and slams him up against the turnbuckle. But Havok rakes the eyes and slides out and down, under D’s legs and up behind him. Havok quickly locks in a sleeper hold as the crowd begin to boo. D grabs the ropes, and the referee warns Havok to release the hold. But before Havok does, D rams his head backward, catching Havok in the temple with the head butt and sends him reeling. D shoots back with a series of elbows and then tosses Havok into the ropes. Havok ducks the clothesline attempt and returns with an arm bar and works to lock it in. Both wrestlers go down to the mat, and D uses his upper body strength to power out of the hold, but Havok moves quickly up and around and slaps on a cross face submission hold. Using his legs to hold D’s arms away from the ropes, the referee leans down to ask D if he will submit.



JOSEPH GREER: He will never submit!!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: So what!!!



D screams a war cry and leans into Havok’s hold, then rolls up and over it to break the hold. D climbs to his feet faster than Havok, and brings a boot down into Havok’s skull. Havok bounces on the mat, coughing blood as D pushes the referee to one side and continues stomping down on his opponent’s head. Bringing Havok up with one large hand, D pops Havok in the head and locks in a double arm bar. Havok screams and twists to break free, but D has the submission hold tightly locked in and Havok finds himself unable to break free. He somehow twists, and brings up a boot and nails D over the eye with one stiff kick. D let’s go of the hold and stumbles backwards. Moving forward quickly, Havok hits a running clothesline that forces D out of the ring and down to the concrete floor.



BILLY FOWLER: This is epic. My stats say neither of these two should be able to do this.



JOSEPH GREER: What’s Havok up to now?



Havok flips himself over the top rope in a flying splash, but is caught by D on the outside and rammed, back first, into the steel turnbuckle. Havok screams in pain and collapses on the ground. D grabs a chair from ringside, but the referee is out, warning him, threatening the disqualification. Grumbling something about this, D tosses the chair aside and it clatters to the floor. D picks up Havok and launches him back into the ring over the top rope, then slowly climbs in after him. Havok holds his arm. D, seeing the weakness, grabs the injured arm and snaps it into a clothesline that take Havok onto the mat. On his back Havok kicks up with hard boots, but D struggles to avoid them and drives a knee into Havok’s injured arm.



JOSEPH GREER: D is taking him to school.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is my Frank still out here?



D rolls to one side, but not fast enough to avoid another wild kick from Havok that catches him in the nose and causes him to stumble back into the ropes. D is dazed, and Havok, his arm is still limp and loose, moves in and hooks in a bear hug. D screams in pain, but is able to quickly hook the ropes and shoves Havok off.



TOMMY ONIONS: They are both getting frustrated.



BILLY FOWLER: I know how they feel.



TOMMY ONIONS: Could you still sort a meeting with Frank?



D comes off the ropes and grabs Havok into a full nelson hold. Working to bring it into a dragon suplex, Havok hooks the leg and moves down, blocking the hold. Undaunted, D and Havok meet in a reverse Greco-Roman lock up, but Havok is able to slip away and slams D with another of his stiff kicks to the side of the head. Havok, frantic now, uses heavy chops with his strong arm to work away at the back, shoulders, neck and finally chest of D. Havok moves closer and attempts to slap on a double chicken wing hold, leaping onto D’s back for more leverage. But D falls backwards, slamming back onto the mat and crushing Havok beneath him. But Havok does not let go of the hold, and both men roll toward the ropes, through them, and crash down onto the floor.



TOMMY ONIONS: Havok is the one taking it to the D!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: What?



BILLY FOWLER: Why do I have to put up with this unprofessionalism?



But on the concrete, Havok keeps the double chicken wing hold locked in, holding on for dear life on the outside. D struggles to his feet, desperate to get free from the hold and his back twitching in agony. Havok unknowingly slightly loosens the hold just enough for D to flip him up and over… Havok’s back slamming into the ring apron. Havok clutches his back with his good arm, and D scoops him up and rolls him back into the ring. On the mat, D brutally stomps down, still favouring the back that was aching from the submission hold. Measuring Havok, D hits the rolling elbow and quickly scooped up Havok and tosses him into the dragon suplex. The move hits solidly.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oww, that’s got to hurt.



JOSEPH GREER: Yeah, what’s he doing now?



BILLY FOWLER: D is not to be frowned at, even if you could frown Timmy.



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s Tommy.



BILLY FOWLER: Same difference.



D lifts Havok back up again and hits a DDT. Signalling for the end he locks in a Sleeper hold on the groggy Havok. The referee goes to check on Havok but he isn’t going to submit. He lift Havok’s arm, once, twice, three times it drops. The referee’s had enough. He calls for the bell.



JOSEPH GREER: D wins but he’s still got to face Riot later.



TOMMY ONIONS: Both will be hurting.



BILLY FOWLER: So that is going to be my official first main event. Rob Riot versus D, now that is money.

[vastrix]

Backstage, we find Andi Snow preparing for her match against Natasha Harris. She’s now changed into her ring attire: A simple light blue tube top and matching mini shorts. White elbow and knee pads adorned her elbows while a pair of while her feet were set in a pair of simple white tennis shoes.



Andi was seated in the hair and makeup room as the resident hair stylist was re-installing her hair extensions which Dag had been so hard on before. Her sister, Adrianna was there for support.



ADRIANNA SNOW: Oh my god Andi are you okay?!



ANDI SNOW: That bastard basically ripped my fucking hair out! I’m tired of playing nice. I t’s time he’s learned his lesson!



Unknown to the sister’s Havok is standing at the doorway while he is listening their plans.



HAVOK: Really! That is cute and all.



Havok brushes his hair back from his face with his hand.



HAVOK: Are you intending to beat Dagvald at Shadow Wars and get a measure of revenge, or are you just looking to make him look like a fool.



Andi smiles while appling her makeup.



ANDI SNOW: He needs to be taught a lesson.



HAVOK: If I was you, I would focus on more your ability in the ring and try to find a way to out manage him. Let’s face facts here, you are giving up a height and weight advantage against him.



ANDI SNOW: I think if everything goes to plan, then I should have no problem taking him down.



HAVOK: It seems like he doesn’t play by anyone’s rules other than his own. Try not to play by his games, use your ability and make his size work in your benefit”



With that, Eddie leaves Andi to reflect on his words.



A soft clearing of a throat from the doorway interrupts whatever else Andi has planned for a tirade and both girls look up to see Lex Collins standing there with a sheepish smile on his face.



LEX COLLINS: Hey… uh… hope I’m not intruding or anything. Just kinda wanted to make sure you were… y’know… alright?



As Andi finished re-adjusting her hair extensions, she gave her sister “the look” which meant she was okay without her. Upon the hair stylist and Adrianna’s exit, Andi turned to face Lex and for the first time genuinely responded as if no cameras were present.



Andi :I I’m fine…but like….why do you care? You know we’re pretty much rivals, right?



He chuckles and shakes his head.



LEX COLLINS: Just ‘cause we’re on opposite sides of the fence, doesn’t mean we’re required to be dicks to each other. That ain’t my deal, alright? Leave that kinda douchebaggery to guys like Dag. ‘Sides, wouldn’t be much of a rivalry if you weren’t at 100%, right?



She pulls her signature ponytail to one side as she contemplates before responding.



ANDI SNOW: I guess you’re right…well anyway…for what it’s worth, i appreciate your help earlier.



Collins nods, looking vaguely uncomfortable.



LEX COLLINS: Yeah. Thanks. I woulda come out sooner, but I…



He shrugs.



LEX COLLINS: Wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Figured you could handle yourself. Mean, you kinda… yeah… I don’t know what I’m even sayin’. Glad you’re okay. See you around, I’m sure.



Inspecting her hair in the mirror before turning back to Lex, Andi smiles.



ANDI SNOW: Yeah well…just because you came came out doesn’t mean I’m some damsel in distress. I can take care of myself…but you already know that.



Andi smirks confidently before standing. After another check in the mirror, she flips her ponytail in Lex’s face who smirks as he watches her walk off toward her match.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: This next match is a contest scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Natasha Harris!



“Hold Me Down” by Halsey begins playing as Natasha Harris walks out from the back to the entrance stage. She waves to cheering fans before heading down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Harris is kinda hot. Too bad that she doesn’t do better here in RSW.



BILLY FOWLER: I heard that she moonlighted in a place most foul for a brief amount of time.



JOSEPH GREER: It says here that she was in one of the SWAT regions for a brief amount of time? Is that-



BILLY FOWLER: EVIL!



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know if it’s that bad, but they don’t let the chicks face against the men. It’s sexist garbage!



JOSEPH GREER: It’s not a bad network. It’s just that-



BILLY FOWLER: EVIL!



BOB MOONEY: And her opponent…Andi Snow!



“No Tears Left to Cry” by Ariana Grande begins playing as Andi Snow walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans, though mind a few male fans are still chanting “Take off your top!”. Andi frowns, but doesn’t let it get to her as she makes her way down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Take off your top!



BILLY FOWLER: I don’t know that yelling that is a good idea. What if she sues?



JOSEPH GREER: Fowler has a good point.



TOMMY ONIONS: You know what? Y’all are right. Let me rephrase myself. PLEASE, TAKE OFF YOUR TOP!



Andi Snow stops by the commentary desk, looking to Tommy Onions.



BILLY FOWLER: Oh, you’ve had it now.



Andi reaches to the bottom of her shirt and begins to lift it up to expose her belly.



TOMMY ONIONS: Aaaaahhhh shit. See what good the magic word does? Take it off, baby!



Andi almost gets the shirt to expose her sports bra, but pulls her shirt down, and waggles her finger at Tommy with a laugh before rolling into the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Guess she showed you!



TOMMY ONIONS: Dang it!



BILLY FOWLER: Tommy almost got it, but not!



Inside the ring, Natasha begins the match with a standing side kick to the gut that doubles Andi over. She hits Andi with a knee strike to the head that sends her to the mat. Natasha capitalizes with a lightning quick standing moonsault and goes for the cover!



One



Two



T-Andi kicks out!



Natasha rolls to his feet, watching as Andi jumps to hers. Natasha aims a jumping roundhouse kick at Andi’s head, but she ducks under the leg, and takes Natasha down with a whirlybird headscissors!



Natasha tries to get back up, but is quickly snared in a side headlock so that she can hit a running bulldog! Andi jumps to her feet, waiting for Natasha to get to her feet, and-



JOSEPH GREER: What a superkick!



TOMMY ONIONS: I think she knocked the taste from Natasha’s mouth into the cheap seats!



BILLY FOWLER: Natasha doesn’t looking to be getting up any time soon.



Andi drops down, hooking a leg for the cover.



One



Two



Thre-Natasha kiks out!



Andi jumps up, climbing to the top rope. She raises both arms into the air and hits a picture perfect diving moonsault! She rolls to her feet, bounces off of the ropes, and back at Natasha with another moonsault! She applies a figure four leglock in the middle of the ring!



BILLY FOWLER: Andi looking good in this match.

TOMMY ONIONS: The bitch didn’t take her shirt off!



JOSEPH GREER: She doesn’t need to take her shirt off to be a great wrestler.



TOMMY ONIONS: But it couldn’t hurt!



Natasha struggles to reach the ropes, but finds that she cannot. The ref checks to see if she will submit, but she does not. In desperation, Natasha attempts to reverse the hold! She gets it over, but Andi uses the momentum to continue to get the move back into the right position.



This puts the ropes within reach. Natasha reaches for the ropes, but Andi turns the move back toward the center of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: All this rolling around in the ring, someone better take off their top!



JOSEPH GREER: Why does rolling around the ring mean someone has to take off their top?



TOMMY ONIONS: It just does. Alright?



BILLY FOWLER: I can see his point, but he’s wrong of course.



Unable to break the hold, unable to reverse the hold, Natasha reluctantly taps out.



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via submission…Andi Snow!



BILLY FOWLER: All that and a bag of chips. She won without disrobing. How that make you feel, Tommy?



TOMMY ONIONS: Shut it!



JOSEPH GREER: Andi Snow is looking good going into Shadow Wars.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Lex Collins!



“Re-education (through Labor) by Rise Against begins playing as Lex Collins walks out from the back to the cheers from the crowd. He smiles at the cheering fans, heading down toward the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: I think that Lex Collins is kind of a fan whore.



JOSEPH GREER: What’s wrong with you and trying to call everyone whores?



BILLY FOWLER: He’s just jealous that the fans are cheering for Collins and not for him.



TOMMY ONIONS: I could give a shit who the fans are cheering for. Trying to get them to cheer for you makes you a fan whore!



BILLY FOWLER: Jesus, Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Fine. He’s not a whore.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…Dagvald Riddik!



“In Horror” by Bloodhorse begins playing as Dagvald Riddik storms out from the back on his way down to the ring. The fans boo him, but he doesn’t give them any regard as he keeps his gaze upon Lex Collins.



BILLY FOWLER: Just wondering, Tommy. What kind of whore is Dagvald? Fair play and all.



TOMMY ONIONS: Dagvald is a man’s man! A brutal piece of work that will hit you so hard that your kids will bear the bruises!



JOSEPH GREER: Alrighty then. Tommy has gone off of the deep end.



BILLY FOWLER: So Dagvald is a whore beater?



TOMMY ONIONS: You know it! Wait a minute…



JOSEPH GREER: After what he did to Andi earlier in the evening, I can sort of see that.



TOMMY ONIONS: Are you calling Andi a whore?



JOSEPH GREER: No! I mean…isn’t the match starting?



As the bell rings to start the match, Dagvald lays into Lex with lefts and rights before bringing him down to the mat with a short arm clothesline. Lex tries to get back up quickly, but is laid low by a series of double axe handles that keep Lex pinned down.



TOMMY ONIONS: Lew should know that Dagvald wants revenge for the cowardly attack he did earlier in the night.



BILLY FOWLER: Who did what now? Lex saved Andi from a cowardly attack.



JOSEPH GREER: And his name is Lex!



BILLY FOWLER: Right. I forgot.



Lex reaches up and catches the double axe handle with his left hand, sinking his right hand into Dagvald’s gut. Lex rises up, scooping Dagvald up, and slamming him down to the mat! Lex applies an armbar, keeping Dagvald on the mat.



BILLY FOWLER: Dagvald’s strength is that Lex needs to keep him off guard to be able to keep the advantage.



JOSEPH GREER: Lex isn’t that weak himself though.



TOMMY ONIONS: Lew should just head to the back now.



JOSEPH GREER: I thought you understood that his name is Lex?



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah? I said it right!



Dagvald forces himself up to his knees. Lex releases the armbar to try to deliver a hard right hand to the side of the head, but Dagvald deflects the wrist and headbutts Lex right in the crotch! He rises up, picking Lex up into a gorilla press slam position before dropping him across the knee for a gut buster! Dagvald drops down for the cover, pressing Lex across the jaw with a forearm.



One



Tw-Lex kicks out!



Dagvald pulls Lex up and sticks Lex’s head between his legs to prep for a power bomb. Lex hits a back drop, runs to the ropes, and hits a baseball slide elbow strike to the head!



Lex hops up, getting to the second turnbuckle in the corner, and waits for Dagvald to get up. He leaps for a moonsault bodyblock, but Dagvald catches him! Dagvald turns and hits a powerslam, hooking the leg!



One



Two



Thre-Lex kicks out!



BILLY FOWLER: Dagvald almost had the win right there!



TOMMY ONIONS: And that’s how power can turn things around in an instant!



Dagvald pulls Lex up into a piledriver position and drops into a seated position to drive Lex’s head into the mat! Dagvald rises up to his feet, watching Lex with a keen eye.



Lex rises to his feet, but catches a knee to the gut from the ever vigilant Dagvald. He goes for a power bomb once again, but Lex lifts him up again. He clutches at Dagvald’s legs for a moment before dropping straight down to land Dagvald on his head!



BILLY FOWLER: Power is great, but arrogance can lead to this.



TOMMY ONIONS: He’ll get it next time.



JOSEPH GREER: Too bad this isn’t for the title. We could be looking at a new champion here!



Lex leans back onto the downed Dagvald for the pinfall!



One



Two



Thre-Dagvald kicks out!



Lex gets to his feet, perches himself onto the second rope, and jumps when Dagvald rises to hit a leaping, swinging DDT! Lex attempts to go for the cover, but Dagvald rolls out of the ring to the floor.



TOMMY ONIONS: Wise move on the viking’s part. Get himself some air.



JOSEPH GREER: More like a coward’s way out of the match.



BILLY FOWLER: Dagvald looking to gather himself up to try to win this thing.



Dagvald starts to get back to his feet as Lex dives over the top rope! Dagvald plucks Lex out of the air with both hands as a press slam position and hurls Lex into the crowd!



Dagvald hops the railing, grabbing Lex by the head, and slamming it into the floor! He rises up, leering at the booing fans that are nearby. He hits a particularly bold fan with an uppercut, sending the rest into a frenzy.



Big Ass Hank and some other security sweep into the crowd to keep the fans away from Dagvald and Lex so they can make it back over the railing. Dagvald decks the now bleeding Lex, smashing the side of his head against the ring apron.



Lex leans against the ring apron, blood trickling from his forehead. Dagvald moves to seize him, but catches an elbow in the gut for his efforts. Lex strikes him in the face with an elbow to drive Dagvald back a few steps. A drop toe hold sends Dagvald face first into the ring post, busting him open as well.



Inside the ring, the ref begins to count both men out, but Lex rolls into the ring, and back out to reset the count. He walks over to Dagvald, who has made his way over to the time keeper’s table to try to recover himself. Lex moves to grab Dagvald, but is blasted in the face with the Legacy title!



BILLY FOWLER: Foul! That should be a disquaification!



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think the ref saw it!



TOMMY ONIONS: What was he doing instead of looking? It doesn’t matter! He didn’t see it. It didn’t happen!



Dagvald rolls the stunned Lex into the ring and follows in. He goes for the power bomb for a third time and this time, Lex lowers his head. He quickly raises his head before Dagvald can lift him up!



JOSEPH GREER: You can almost hear the ding!



TOMMY ONIONS: What a low blow!



BILLY FOWLER: A low blow for a title smash!



Lex stands back up, hits a basic arm drag, and quickly transitions into a Fujiwara armbar!



BILLY FOWLER: According to the stats here. This move has been known to dislocate shoulders in the past.



JOSEPH GREER: Looks to be potent. Will Dagvald give it up?



TOMMY ONIONS: Power does not surrender.



The ref taps Lex’s shoulder to tell him to release the hold. Not because Lex has won, but because Dagvald’s foot is on the bottom rope.



Lex pulls Dagvald to his feet and begins to whip him into the corner, but Dagvald reverses the move and whips Lex directly into the referee! Dagvald sees both men down and rolls out of the ring. He grabs the Legacy title belt and gets back into the ring as Lex gets to his feet. He smashes Lex in the face with the title belt!



Dagvald backs up to a corner with the title belt in hand, ready to charge once Lex gets to his feet. The crowd begin to cheer as Andi Snow runs down to the ring, leaps up to the corner, and grabs Dgvald by the hair as he begins his charge to hold him into place.



Lex sees Dagvald smash Andi with the belt to knock her to the floor and charges into the corner to hit a high knee strike that sends the Legacy belt crash into Dagvald’s face! The belt falls to the floor on the outside as Lex grabs Dagvald to hit a running bulldog in the center of the ring as the referee gets up to see Lex go for the cover.



One



Two



Three!



JOSEPH GREER: Lex with the Systematic Breakdown Two Point Oh for the victory!



TOMMY ONIONS: A win thanks to Andi Snow!



BILLY FOWLER: Andi wouldn’t have had to come down if it wasn’t for Dagvald resorting to using the title to try to win this match!



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via pinfall…Lex Collins!



Andi rolls into the ring and helps raise Lex’s arm in victory! This is short lived as Dagvald uses the title to brain Lex in the back of the head! He blasts Andi in the gut with the title, hitting the package power bomb!



BILLY FOWLER: Somebody is a bit of a sore loser.



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s called winning the war, Billy. Didn’t the Bastards do this before?



JOSEPH GREER: I wouldn’t say that-



BILLY FOWLER: Didn’t make it right, Tommy. Didn’t make it right.



Dagvald Riddik stands over the fallen forms of Lex Collins and Andi Snow with the bloodied Legacy title held high as we go to a commercial break.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: This next match is scheduled to be Electric Death match! This means that the steel cage will be electrified and to win the match, you must strap your opponent into an electric chair and pull the switch!



JOSEPH GREER: What the heck? This seems like a ppv match that ends a long feud. Why are we having this?



TOMMY ONIONS: Dude…I’m so hard I think my penis is actually vibrating.



BILLY FOWLER: I…what?



TOMMY ONIONS: Nothing!



BOB MOONEY: Featuring the challenger for this match, the RSW World Heavyweight Champion…Shane Mitchell!



“Fool’s Gold” by the Stone Roses begins playing as Shane Mitchell walks out from the back with the World title belt around his waist. He looks above the ring to where the steel cage hangs above the ring with a strange grin.



JOSEPH GREER: I think Shane looks forward to the idea of tearing Hunter up inside that cage!



TOMMY ONIONS: I know if I were Shane, I would be excited too. Fuck it, I’m over the moon excited! Too bad the power can’t be constant to the cage.



BILLY FOWLER: You got to think of the power bill to keep something like this lit. Armand is too cheap for that kind of thing.



JOSEPH GREER: I think it’s to add interest? Challenge? You never know if the cage is going to be charged or not.



TOMMY ONIONS: Well, when you put it like that. Awesome! Also, Fowler is kind of dead on about Armand.



Shane Mitchell makes his way down to the ring to the boos of the crowd. He circles the electric chair in the middle of the ring, running his hand across the wooden grain.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…Hunter Valentyne!



“Judas” by Fozzy begins playing as Hunter Valentyne walks out from the back to even more boos from the fans. He adjusts his baseball cap that reads “Really Shitty Wrestling” and heads down to the ring.



The steel cage is lowered down into place as Shane and Hunter remain in their respective corners.



HUNTER VALENTYNE: I’m going to knock you back into religion, Mitchell.



Shane eyes the chair in the middle of the ring, not really focused on Hunter.



SHANE MITCHELL: You will…have a seat.



Hunter runs across the ring, starting the match as the cage sets down on the floor by hitting Shane with lefts and rights to stun him before whipping Shane into the ropes.



On the rebound, Shane ducks under a clothesline, and rebounds off of the opposite side. On his return, he slams Hunter with a shoulder charge that sends Hunter down to the mat!



Shane follows this with a stomp to the crotch that sends Hunter rolling to the ring apron where he nearly touches the steel cage. The hair on Hunter’s body stands on end to reveal that the cage is currently live.



Hunter stands up on the ring apron, Shane walking over to shove him backwards into the cage. Hunter uses the ropes as leverage to slam his shoulder into Shane’s gut. He steps into the ring and sends Shane through the ropes to slam into the cage. Shane lets out a sudden shriek of pain as the voltage courses through his body. The power to the cage is quickly cycled off to allow Shane to break the connection with the cage. Hunter looks down with a laugh.



TOMMY ONIONS: Wow. I felt all of that in my crotch. It was a good feeling. Do it again!



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t know why you enjoy all of this extra violence. I just don’t get it.



TOMMY ONIONS: If you don’t know me by now. You will never ever get to know me. Oooooooohh oooh ooooh!



BILLY FOWLER: This is what you fellows do all day? Sing?



TOMMY ONIONS: I’m a serious broadcast journalist!



Shane stands up on the ring apron, using the ropes to slam his shoulder into Hunter’s gut to repay the move. Shane grabs Hunter by the head, hitting a ddt onto the ring apron that sends the rest of Hunter’s body slamming into the steel cage. The power isn’t on so Hunter isn’t shocked.

Shane sneers, backing away from Hunter to wait for him to get up. Hunter enters the ring through the ropes, ducking under a clothesline attempt, and hitting an overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Shane over the ropes and back into the cage where he meets the steel with his face.



Shane is back up quickly, wiping at the blood trickling from his forehead. He hits Hunter with a hard right hand before leveling him with a big boot to the chest! Shane drops a knees to Hunter’s chest, slipping one knee so that he he’s choking Hunter.



Hunter struggles to get Shane off, eventually reaching over to the steel cage for a dosage of chain shock! He grits his teeth as the power is channelled through him and Shane Mitchell.



Shane rolls away from Hunter, bumping into the electric chair in the middle of the ring. Hunter releases the cage as the power cycles off. He uses the ropes to sit up, looking across at Shane, who uses the chair to get up.



Hunter crosses the distance between him and Shane, hitting a poke in the eyes, and then a kick in the knee to send Shane down to his knees. Another kick to the jaw sends Shane all the way down to the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: Hunter in charge now!



BILLY FOWLER: Cunter more like.



JOSEPH GREER: Are his tactics any better than Shane’s? No.



Hunter uses his fingernails to pry at Shane’s forehead wound, forcing Shane to yell out in pain as blood begins to flow hot and fast.



Shane grabs Hunter by the wrists and squeezes. Hunter backs away, getting Shane to release him. Shane rises up, meeting Hunter with a boot to the chest that sends him back into the ropes. Shane meets Hunter on the rebound with a running knee to the stomach!



JOSEPH GREER: Shane Mitchell with the Raw Deal! Could this be the beginning of the end?



TOMMY ONIONS: Could be.



BILLY FOWLER: I would hope not. This is just getting good! Will the cunt win?



TOMMY ONIONS: Which one is the cunt?



JOSEPH GREER: Don’t encourage him!



Shane pulls Hunter up and tosses him into the chair. He begins to strap Hunter”s left wrist to the chair when Hunter seizes Shane by the shirt and delivers a thunderous headbutt to the nose that brings a spout of blood from the champion.



Hunter rises up from the chair and switches places with Shane, getting him into the chair. He buckles Shane’s left hand, but catches a hard right hand to the nuts that sends him down into the fetal position.



TOMMY ONIONS: I felt that one!



JOSEPH GREER: You do what you have to do I guess.



BILLY FOWLER: These two with the low blows.



Shane unstraps his left hand, rises from the chair, and delivers a kick to the ribcage. Hunter rolls away from the kick in agony, spitting blood onto the mat. Shane pulls Hunter to his feet and goes for a powerslam, but Hunter stops the move with an elbow strike to the ribcage. He capitalizes on the stunned World champion, whipping him into the ropes, and catching him on the rebound for a massive spinebuster!



Hunter rolls Shane over, draping his throat across the bottom rope. He grabs the top rope as leverage, placing a knee on the back of Shane’s neck to choke him out!



Shane reaches for the cage, but Hunter releases at the last second as Shane’s hand touches the electrified steel to shock himself.



Hunter crosses the ring and comes back as the power to the cage is shut off, slamming a knee into Shane’s back to bounce him off of the bottom rope! Hunter pulls Shane up to throw him back into the chair, but Shane grabs the ropes to stop it. He hits a cauliflower ear on Hunter before drilling him with lefts and rights. He whips Hunter into the corner, following with a running knee to the gut in the corner! With deft movements, Shane ties Hunter’s arms between the top and middle ropes.



JOSEPH GREER: What is Shane doing now?



TOMMY ONIONS: No idea? It could be cool.



BILLY FOWLER: We’re about to see some BDSM action right now! Cunter’s going to feel like a little choir boy in a moment!



Shane crosses the ring to his corner where he had started the match and pulls back a patch on the mat to reveal a secret compartment. He draws out a length of chain that he walks back over to Hunter with, who is trying to get himself unentangled from the ropes.



TOMMY ONIONS: If only we had a ref in there for these kind of things. Ah well.



JOSEPH GREER: Ah well?



BILLY FOWLER: We should have a ref in there for just those moments.



Shane uses the steel chain as a whip, raising bloody welts across Hunter’s chest and shoulders.



Shane watches Hunter writhe in pain with a wide grin as he wraps the chain around his right hand.



SHANE MITCHELL: There’s not going to be a whole lot left of you to electrocute. Perhaps this is for the best.



Shane moves to deliver a roundhouse punch, but Hunter turns his head at the last second to avoid it.



It seems to happen in slow motion. The chain around Shane’s hand begins to unravel and touches the electrified steel cage. Sparks fly as Shane is thrown back away from Hunter, the chain falling to the mat. Shane finds himself seated in the electric chair, twitching from the energy that just forced its way through his system.



And this is the way things are. Shane sitting stunned in the electric chair and Hunter tied in the corner.



At least until Hunter manages to free himself from the corner. He leans down to pick up the steel chain with a wicked grin.



HUNTER VALENTYNE: Let’s see how you like it, bitch.



Hunter whips Shane with the chain, splitting open Shane’s cheek and snapping his head back.

JOSEPH GREER: Jesus this match is violent. Shane just barely recovered from fighting Dylan at the Night of Champions!



TOMMY ONIONS: I know. Isn’t it awesome!



BILLY FOWLER: This is an exciting match at the very least. I didn’t think that Cunter had it in him still.



Hunter lashes out with the chain again. This time Shane catches the end of it, hooks the last link on to where a wrist would get locked down, and pulls the lever on the back of the chair! Hunter quickly drops the chain, but not before getting a dosage of electricity! He hits the mat, twitching like a fish out of water.



TOMMY ONIONS: Good thing that Hunter went to the bathroom before the match!



JOSEPH GREER: Why?



TOMMY ONIONS: Cause that would have shocked the shit out of him otherwise! Did Mitchell just win?



BILLY FOWLER: No. Cunter wasn’t strapped down to the chair and so the electrocution didn’t count.



TOMMY ONIONS: Alrighty!



Shane switches the lever off and rises to his feet. He pulls Hunter up and into a suplex position. He drops down, slamming Hunter with a Fisherman’s Brainbuster!



TOMMY ONIONS: Laid to Rest!



JOSEPH GREER: He doesn’t call it that anymore. He calls it the Last Stand!



BILLY FOWLER: He loses his religion and has to change all of his move names?



Shane pulls Hunter up and slams him into the electric chair. He begins hooking Hunter up to the chair when Hunter kicks him right in the nuts.



Shane drops to his knees in pain. Hunter sizes him up and drills him in the side of the head with a right hand. He brings Shane up and switches places with him. He doesn’t get to begin to hook Shane up before Shane does a shoulder charge from the seat to hit him in the gut.



Shane lifts Hunter up and slams him into the corner. He pulls Hunter out of the corner, hits a double underhook ddt, and then slams Hunter into the chair. He hooks up one wrist and then the other.



Hunter tries to kick, but Shane smashes him in the head with a couple of lefts and rights to stun him before hooking up the legs. Finally, he brings the cap down on top of the head and pulls the lever.



Hunter howls as electricity pours through his body! It doesn’t last long, but it seems like forever.



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match…Shane Mitchell!



JOSEPH GREER: This match was inhumane! Horrible!



BILLY FOWLER: It was a good match, but the gimmick was really uncalled for.



TOMMY ONIONS: I need a cigarette!



JOSEPH GREER: I’m not even going to-



TOMMY ONIONS: My pants are sticky.



JOSEPH GREER: Stahp!



BILLY FOWLER: There is something really wrong with you.



The cage is lifted back into the air and Shane Mitchell makes his way to the back. EMTs rush down to the ring to help unhook Hunter and to check on him.