Shadow Wars II Results

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The lights in the arena go dim and a fireworks display begins to go off over the ring. The combination throws manic shadows against the walls of the arena of the fans making their way to their seats. Shadows there one moment to be shredded by the next outburst of brilliant colored light.



We go down to ringside where sit Billy Fowler, Joseph Greer, and Tommy Onions.



JOSEPH GREER: Shadow Wars. A night where wars once held to the shadows will finally come to the light.



TOMMY ONIONS: Andi Snow, Lex Collins, and Dagvald Riddik will be at war tonight over the Legacy title.



BILLY FOWLER: It’s a war that’s been brewing for some time with Dagvald clutching tight to the Legacy championship belt.



JOSEPH GREER: He’s done some pretty low things to keep it, but tonight could be the end if he can’t get by Andi Snow and then Lex Collins.



TOMMY ONIONS: Or will it be Andi Snow working to get by Dagvald and then Lex Collins? All kinds of twisted shit going on with that tonight.



JOSEPH GREER: The number one contenders for the Anarchy and Legacy championships will also be determined tonight. Will Erik Black defeat all comers to claim the right to face Rob Riot? Or will the members of C.A.M.E. keep control of the match? Will Dylan defeat Havok yet again?



TOMMY ONIONS: Then the biggest war of them all. When Egos Collide. Shane Mitchell takes on Rob Riot and D.



BILLY FOWLER: It’s a triple threat war and not a handicap match.



TOMMY ONIONS: If I were Riot and D, this would be a good chance to make this a handicap match to take out Mitchell and then settle things between them.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s kind of a cowardly way to go about things.



TOMMY ONIONS: Tactics.



BILLY FOWLER: Let’s get to the opening match of the night. Shall we?

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BOB MOONEY: The opening match of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Jackson “the Animal” Jacobs!



Rise Inside by Killswitch Engage begins playing as Jackson Jacob walks out from the back. He makes his way down to the ring with the fans booing every step of the way.



TOMMY ONIONS: So, he doesn’t want to be known as Animal Mother anymore? Is this because I called him trans?



JOSEPH GREER: Words can hurt, Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t I know it. I been hurting people with my words since God knows when! He’s still going to be Animal Mother to me.



BILLY FOWLER: And you’ll be wrong the entire match.



TOMMY ONIONS: I’m good with that.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…Salem Shepard!



“Outlaw Torn” (S&M Version) by Metallica begins playing as Salem Shepard comes out from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd.



TOMMY ONIONS: Blue hair with black and white face paint. This dude should be some kind of clown or something.



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe he was a clown before he became a wrestler? I hear he has mental problems.



BILLY FOWLER: At least he can be treated with medicine. What Tommy has cannot be treated.



TOMMY ONIONS: Being awesome doesn’t need treatment!



Salem Shepard makes his way down to the ring, watching Animal the entire way.



SALEM SHEPARD: This is gonna be good, Wolf Mom!



JOSEPH GREER: Wolf Mom? See? He is crazy.



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s a classic tactic to change the name of your opponent to something insulting.



BILLY FOWLER: The Bastards did it all the time.



As the bell rings to start the match, Salem grabs Animal by the shoulders, and hits a knee lift to the gut that doubles the large man over. He smashes Animal in the back of the neck with a elbow strike and brings Animal up and down to the mat with a textbook suplex!



Salem Shepard gets up enough to watch Animal start to rise. He delivers a quick kick to the ribs before pulling him into a piledriver. Salem jumps back to his feet, stomping the back of Animal’s head to drive his face into the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: A violent start to the match. You see the blood splatter from Animal Mother’s nose?



JOSEPH GREER: You know that it’s Jackson now.



TOMMY ONIONS: Never! It will be Animal Mother, the great transgender warrior! I don’t think I see any scarring from where he got his tits chopped off.



BILLY FOWLER: That’s because he isn’t trans?



Salem grabs Jackson by the back of the head, pulls his face up off of the mat, and then slams his face back down to the mat. He grinds the broken nose into the mat, drawing out a cry of pain and anger from Jackson.



Salem applies a crossface on the downed Jackson, cranking on the pressure despite the slick texture of Jackson’s bloody face.



JOSEPH GREER: Salem has that move locked on at the side of the ring, but I don’t think that Jackson can see the ropes!



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know if it really matters. He looks like he’s ready to give up.



Jackson flails his arm around and it seems like he’s going to tap, but his hand finds the bottom rope. The ref sees this and makes Salem break the hold and back away. Jackson stands up, clearing his vision. He doesn’t get any time to react as Salem clotheslines him over the ropes to the concrete floor!



Salem rolls under the ropes, grabs up Jackson, and hits a ddt onto the concrete floor. Salem picks Jackson up, rolling him into the ring, and following. He gets Salem up into a duplex position again, holding him in the air, and walking toward the center of the ring. He brings Jackson down in a jackhammer and hooks the leg for the pinball.



JOSEPH GREER: Salem with his finishing move, the Nightmarez! This match could already be over!



TOMMY ONIONS: Damn, what a thrashing. It was like Animal Mother wasn’t even in the ring at all. Except you know, for all of his blood that he left in and around the ring.



BILLY FOWLER: I hate it when that happens.



The ref gets into position to make the count.



One



Two



Three!



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via pinfall….Salem Shepard!



Salem begins to make his way down to the ring as the ref checks on the downed Animal.

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As the scene fades backstage we see a pair of black over the knee suede high heeled boots stepping

down the hall. Panning up, we see it’s the lovely Andi Snow dressed in a pair of daisy dukes and a vintage black ‘Ramones’ t-shirt which is cropped dangerously below her chest. Her hair, obviously in its signature ponytail rested over one shoulder, while black aviator glasses covered her eyes. She smiles, waving at various workers and possible fans before stopping at a door which has the name Eddie Havok printed on it. Andi knocks before awaiting a response.



ANDI SNOW: House keeping!



HAVOK:No thanks”



A voice echoed from the other side of the door.



Inviting herself into his locker room, Andi approaches Eddie with a friendly hug.



ANDI SNOW: No it’s just me. I just wanted to thank you for all your help this week. I really feel like i’ve grown so much as a wrestler and I totally appreciate your time!



Unsure how to react to the sudden physical contact, Eddie takes a few steps back.



HAVOK:You have shown a lot of promise and improvement, in a such a short time. However, there is still a lot more to do yet.



Andi giggles, flipping her ponytail in Eddie’s face, accidentally of course, before strutting out of the room. But not before whispering:



ANDI SNOW: Well it’s all thanks to you!



Before Andi can fully exit, Havok stops her by grabbing her hand. Andi turns around, whipping her hair and all.



ANDI SNOW: Yes?



HAVOK:I think there’s one more move i forgot to teach you.



ANDI SNOW: Oh..well….i’m nothing if not a dedicated student. So teach away.



Andi walks back into Havok’s locker room before the door shuts.

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Erik Black is seen in the backstage area. He’s with a rather buxom blonde dressed in a tight, white dress. He has white powder on his nose and his eyes are glazed over.



ERIK BLACK: Don’t mind us. I’m just getting ready for my match. Oh. Chris Parsons? Be sure to check in on Marcia. I’m sure he’ll need a pep talk before this beating I’m about to lay on him. And send my regards to Sympathy and the nerd ginger too. I hear she’s ready to finally do it. Remember guys and gals. One eyed Willy is at fault for the embarrassment you’re about to face. Kisses.

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BOB MOONEY: Hailing from Mogadishu, Somalia; on his way to the ring, being accompanied by other members of the Arab Nation, it is Akeed ibn Umar al-Hayba!



Cameras pan around the sea of anxious people who are cheering loudly at the showing of respect towards Riot Star Wrestling. Suddenly, the cheering ceases as the loudspeakers crackle, all attention devoted to these very special proceedings. A large American Flag unfolds from the rafters and hangs majestically over the ring area, each ear expecting to hear the immortal “Star Spangled Banner”.



The big screen started to show all sorts of American iconic sites. Children playing in the streets, baseball matches, troops in the Middle East. Those images dissolve into footage of various terrorist attacks from around the world including 9-11 until, finally, the Iraqi flag with two scimitars underneath filled the screen. This soon gives way to a hooded figure. The scene pulls back to fill the whole screen with this figure having sprawled at his feet American soldiers.



As “Call to Pray” by Seether began to blare loudly through the arena, it was eerily evident that this wouldn’t be a time for celebration. Outraged and appalled, the almost speechless fans erupted in boos all at once.



TOMMY ONIONS: Boooooo!!!



The fans began booing nearly to the point of an inverted standing ovation. The noise from the fans was deafening with the ferocity of the boos. The roving arm of the cameras picked out people in the crowd. As they realized there on the screen they held the signs higher. Ice Blue strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The curtain at the top of the ramp way parts and they emerge.



Standing there is Akeed ibn Umar al-Hayba in his wrestling garb. To his left stood Abdul bin Hussain also dressed in traditional Arab clothes. Behind them is stood Abdul’s sister Nazirah. Nazirah is dressed in the traditional Burqa. They look about themselves at the crowds who are booing really loudly.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is actually surprising as these guys have been cheered thus far in RSW.



JOSEPH GREER: Everyone hates them really?



TOMMY ONIONS: You would think so?



JOSEPH GREER: You do?



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah.



Slowly Abdul walks down the ramp way, taking in the boos with a look of amusement on his face. He is actually shown laughing. He reaches the ringside and climbs the stairs; Akeed and Nazirah enter the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Booooo!!



JOSEPH GREER: I hate them too.



Akeed grabs a microphone off of the ring crew. He hands it to Abdul.



ABDUL BIN HUSSAIN: As some of you are aware I have been having trouble. Rafiq my associate has been taken. Taken by someone that will be punished when I get hold of them.



Abdul looks so angry.



ABDUL BIN HUSSAIN: As a punishment, as I know someone in this company has him, my charge here Akeed will NOT wrestle in a match within a RSW match until he is returned. Do you hear my Armand? Get him back or Akeed, the Pride of the Arab Nation will not wrestle in a RSW ring till then.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is Abdul holding RSW to ransom?



BILLY FOWLER: Rumours is that someone kidnapped Rafiq and sent Abdul a video with him in.



JOSEPH GREER: OH! Steve Murdock’s having none of this.



Murdock comes running down to the ring. He slides into the ring and gets in Akeed’s face. Almost as if on cue, Murdock rears back and he smacks the taste out of Akeed’s mouth. Akeed does an about face and turns his back to Murdock while holding his jaw. Murdock arrogantly moves back a few feet, and he runs at Akeed and takes him down with a drop kick to the back of the head. Murdock wastes no time in going for the cover.



……………….Easy kick out by Akeed.



JOSEPH GREER: Does he really think he can beat Akeed?



BILLY FOWLER: Akeed’s not wrestling. He’s just trying to survive.



Murdock looks at the referee for this match, and he screams a few obscenities at him. This moments lapse, allows Akeed to regain his feet and turn towards Murdock. Murdock meanwhile pokes a finger in the eye of the monster Akeed. He head butts Akeed right in the groin. Akeed puts his hands on his groin for comfort, and he falls forward onto the mat. Murdock smiles and he begins stomping on Akeed’s head. After a few moments, he picks up Akeed, and he gives him a hard Irish Whip into the corner. The velocity from the whip causes Akeed to come out of the corner quickly, and right into a spinning heel kick from Murdock. He goes for the cover.



………1



……Kick out by Akeed.



TOMMY ONIONS: Joseph, Murdock seems to be taking it to Akeed?



JOSEPH GREER: Duhhh!!! I’ve got eyes you fool.



BILLY FOWLER: If you look at their separate stats Murdock may be the favourite.



Akeed picks up Murdock and he chops him hard in the chest, causing the crowd to ‘Whoo’ in awe of the sound. Akeed looks at the crowd and he raises his hand in the air again, ready to chop his opponent again. Before he can, Murdock head butts Akeed right in the nose. Akeed moves back a few feet, holding his nose while blood streams out of the it. Murdock immediately grabs Akeed by the back of his hair, and he throws him over the top ropes and outside to the floor. Akeed, who is now on his knees, crawls towards the ring barrier, where he rests his hands and tries his best to get to his feet. Murdock waits anxiously on the inside of the ring. And as soon as Akeed brings himself to his feet, Murdock comes diving through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking both men hard into the ring barrier.



JOSEPH GREER: It’s not like Murdock to do those type of moves?



TOMMY ONIONS: But he’s fighting Akeed, and there is a lot at stake. He has to use whatever he can to beat someone the size of Akeed.



The crowd erupts in chants of ‘holy shit’ and ‘RSW’ as the two guys lie on the cold protective mats on the outside of the ring. Murdock, understandably, is the first man to his feet. He slides back in the ring and lies on his back. With Akeed getting to his feet again, this time with the help of the ring apron, Murdock springs to his feet in a kip up, showing some athleticism, and he again bounces off the ropes. When he comes to where Akeed is, on the opposite side of the ring where he started running, he goes for a baseball slide. Akeed moves out of the way, just in the nick of time. Murdock lands on his feet, and he immediately stares at Akeed. Akeed kicks him in the gut, and he goes for a Pump handle Slam turned into a Michinoku Driver on the hard protective mats.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh Shit!!! Sorry, but that was devastating.



JOSEPH GREER: I apologise to the viewers for Tommy’s language.



Akeed gets to his feet, and he slides into the ring. The blood that began to stream down his nose is still flowing, it is now covering his entire chest. He shouts abuse at the crowd and still has a smile on his face. As the referee begins counting, Murdock rests one of his hands on the apron. When the referee reaches five, Murdock uses every ounce of energy left in him, and he pulls himself into the ring. Akeed, runs at Murdock and he gives him a small drop kick to the head. Murdock slowly rolls into the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: He seems a bit more scared now.



Akeed and Murdock lockup. Akeed tries for an arm bar but he counters with a clothesline by Murdock. Akeed shrugs it off. He hits Murdock with a DDT. He pulls Murdock to his feet. Murdock points to the fans at ringside and flips them the bird. He locks up with Murdock and hits him with the Pride of Islam. He rolls up Murdock.



………….1



….. …..2



………….3!!!



The referee goes to raise Akeed’s arm but Akeed pulls it away.



JOSEPH GREER: Akeed’s done it.



BILLY FOWLER: Now he’ll be off defending RSW’s honour in the XHF networks X-Crown thing?



TOMMY ONIONS: Well, duh! He won’t be here because of Rafiq.

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The camera cuts back back stage as the RioTron shows Anthony Knucks Stevensons backstage minding his own business as he paced around in the dim lights. He has a brown paper bag in his hand as we assume is a 40 oz of beer.



KNUCKS: Fuck, this beer is hitting the spot!! All i had to do was sneak that damn bum in the building.



TOMMY ONIONS: So the homeless Man lets another homeless person inside for a beer? Who hired this guy?



JOSEPH GREER: Is this bum backstage?



TOMMY ONIONS: No Animal Mother already left the building.



JOSEPH GREER: C’mon…Jackson Jones is a bum now? Last week you said he was trans….Make up your mind!!!



There was a loud voice coming down the hall and Knucks turned that way.



KNUCKS: What the hell is that?



He took a swig from his paper bag and walked down the hallway where the voice was coming from. We see a blonde haired man come into view. Its Erik Black. Hes eyes are bloodshot and there is white powder on his nose.



Erik Black: Hey, shitbreak. You seen Pennywise? I invited him to this ladder match but he aint shown up though….



KNUCKS: What? ….What are you talking about?



Erik Black: I’d say I smell a pussy but I’m sure I still have some on my lips.



KNUCKS: So I can call you pussy lips?



Erik’s eyes lowered and he looked a little angry.



ERIK BLACK:I dont really give a fuck what you call me. A guy like you rarely gets a word out before his world goes dark.



Knucks rolled his eyes and started to walk away.



ERIK BLACK:HEY!! I was talking to you, dont you walk away from me!!!!



KNUCKS: What do you want?



Anthony Knucks balled his free hand, ready for a fight.



ERIK BLACK:So you’re homeless AND you’re fucking deaf!? …Where’s the Clown?



KNUCKS: Keep talkin shit to me and see what happens…I don’t even know who Pennywise is…



ERIK BLACK:It’s that idiot painted up like a clown. …Where he at?



Voice from behind: You talkin about me, you fuckin bitch?



Knucks and Erik Black both turned around and saw Salem Shepard coming their way. His hair was bright blue and his face was painted white with intricate black designs.



Erik smiled and nodded with satisfaction.



ERIK BLACK:Since you can’t be in the ladder match, I guess I’ll beat your sorry ass right here, clownboy. You won’t be talkin shit to me on the internet anymore, I can guarantee you that.



KNUCKS: Dude you guys are fighting on the internet… I have not been to the library lately, they banned me and said that pornhub.com is not appropriate to use in public.



SALEM SHEPARD: What the fuck….Do you jack off at the library? Thats…thats not even right…



KNUCKS: Well not lately… What did you google me or something?



SALEM SHEPARD: No…Why would I do that? I don’t even really know who the fuck you are other than you beat up on Wolf Mom…And hey, I was wrong….You don’t really smell like cigarette butts and jalapeno dip!



KNUCKS: For a clown you are not that funny.



Erik Black: I told you this bitch was a clown. I don’t even know what’s going on here. What the hell are you idiots talking about?



SALEM SHEPARD: I was talking about this guy jacking off in the library. For some reason I can’t get that image out of my head now and it’s really fucking with me…



ERIK BLACK:I don’t really have time for this weird shit. I have half an eight ball left and I still really want to smear your paint all over this hallway, Clown dick.



SALEM SHEPARD: Yeah, ya know, Im about to fuck you up! I’ve had enough of your shit…



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t really know if this is fit for TV….



TOMMY ONIONS: Why not!? I might have to meet up with this Erik Black fella!



JOSEPH GREER: …Do you want to get fired?



TOMMY ONIONS: Well if you weren’t such a snitch I wouldn’t have to worry about things like that!!!!!



KNUCKS: Guys let’s go grab a beer and work this shit out… I seen this fine ass bartender she was looking hot as fuck and she was slinging some cold as beer.



SALEM SHEPARD: I dunno man….This guy here has a fuckin problem….Im down for some tittes and beer, but with this guy? …I dunno guy.



KNUCKS: What you think Mr. White?



ERIK BLACK:Huh!? It’s Black…. What the fuck? Why would it be white?



KNUCKS: Dude doesnt know he is white! Ha!



SALEM SHEPARD: ppfftt…figures….He looks like a fuckin blonde Tony Montana. So he might really be Mexican.



KNUCKS: I bet they have Mexican beer at the bar!



ERIK BLACK:Yeah, you know, I’m not going unless we get some weed. If one of yall can get some weed, I’ll be ok with Pennywise unless he says some dumbass shit and pisses me off.



KNUCKS: Look umm, Mr. I think I am Black, …I um ….had some recent troubles with my supplier. We had a disagreement of it.



ERIK BLACK:So you’re telling me were not getting any? What about you Clown, you don’t know anyone?



SALEM SHEPARD: Man….I haven’t smoked since I was 17. …What about that bum I saw hanging around here earlier?



KNUCKS: Oh you talking about John the dude out front earlier… I hooked him up he scored me a beer and I let him walk in the door. Let me see if I can find that mother fucker



Knucks walks off as Erik Black and Salem continue to look at each other.



Erik Black: What you looking at?



SALEM SHEPARD: An asshole whos not even a very good wrestler. Wolf Mom might be ten times the challenge you ever would be….



Erik Black: Im about to feed you your own ass, you piece of shit.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh no….Someone better get back there, I think we’re about to have a backstage blowout!



TOMMY ONIONS: YES!!! Let them go!! Its like bonus coverage!!!!



Erik took a step toward Salem with his teeth clenched and fist balled. Salem put up his hands, ready for his second fight of the night.



Knucks comes walking back in with another beer in hand and steps between the two men pushing them apart with his elbows; trying his best not to spill his beer..



KNUCKS: Look, the homeless dude… he was thrown out by security so I don’t think we are scoring any weed… but look I found this free beer just sitting around. You two assholes needs to stop fighting and shit. I figured we could go to the titty bar and get some beers and some lap dances when we get back to the States…Maybe you guys can solve your problems.



Salem’s eyes lit up and Erik seemed to think it over.



TOMMY ONIONS: They better invite me!! I wanna go!!



JOSEPH GREER: You just need to stop…



ERIK BLACK:Ok….but if Pennywise has a slip of the tongue, I’m putting his ass to sleep.



KNUCKS: Hey, clown guy….Can you be cool?



SALEM SHEPARD: yeah man…it’s whatever. I don’t even know you guys, but Im down.



KNUCKS: Ok, so you guys gonna meet me at Fantasy Island when we get back?



SALEM SHEPARD: yeah…yeah…I’ll be there. You paying though, right? Or the white Black dude is paying?



KNUCKS: Umm, yeeaahh…something like that… but look man I need to go I have a match in a minute and i need to drink these beers before someone takes them…I think they might be stolen. Damn thiefs today, can’t trust anyone anymore! .

ERIK BLACK:I’ll be there….But if you guys don’t show up, Im going to literally kill you both the next time I see you. …And I’ll get the weed since you guys can’t do anything, ok?



KNUCKS: I can do things…



SALEM SHEPARD: yeah jack off at the library…



KNUCKS: Dude stop trying to watch….



SALEM SHEPARD: I didn’t!! I—nevermind!! I’ll be there later!



ERIK BLACK:What the fuck man!? You two kids are killing my buzz!!



In the background you hear the backstage staff screaming for Knucks as his match is about to take place. Knucks walks off with his beer in hand and two more in his pockets.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is like a really bad reality tv program and I love it.



JOSEPH GREER: You would love it… how did we find these people?



TOMMY ONIONS: These People!? Damn dude thats not cool. RSW is an equal opportunity employer. Don’t be a racist.



JOSEPH GREER: No, thats not….Whatever…Anyway, let’s get on with the show…

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JOSEPH GREER: We’ve had another crazy night of RSW action here at Shadow Wars Two and we’ve got even more to come, but before we get back to the ring, I’m told we have our camera crew backstage with Alyssa Lucchi and a special interview!



TOMMY ONIONS: Special as in she’s finally gonna air that sextape of hers publicly?



BILLY FOWLER: It’s not that great…



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy! Fowler!



JOSEPH GREER: Excuse my partners folks, let’s cut backstage to Alyssa with her special guest who we’ll see in action a little later on tonight…



Shifting backstage, Alyssa Lucchi is front and center flanked by Eoin O’Rourke, his wife; better known as Apathy and a black chair wielding Chris Parsons.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Alyssa Lucchi backstage here at Shadow Wars and I’m joined now by three of the four members of C.A.M.E. Chris Parsons, Eoin AND Elizabeth ‘Apathy’ O’Rourke.



Panning out, the camera shows Alyssa flanked by the first couple of RSW and the minority owner. With one obvious absence, Alyssa starts with whereabouts of the son of the former RSW co-owner’s son.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: First thing’s first, you have a great opportunity in the ladder match to determine the number one contender to Rob Riot’s Anarchy Championship, with three of the four members of your group competing, but where’s Marcus Anderson?



Clearly the largest mouthpiece in the group, Parsons steps up to the plate.



CHRIS PARSONS: Marco don’t need to be here for this ‘Lyss. I got this! All he needs to do is be ready, we got the numbers advantage and this…



Tapping the chair like a trusted friend, Parsons finishes.



CHRIS PARSONS: …this is the real equalizer. This right here is to make sure no one, and I mean no one…gets in our way…



Glancing sharply behind Eoin, Parsons raises the chair defensively…



CHRIS PARSONS: Watch out!



EOIN O’ROURKE: Eh?



Turning his back, before Eoin can react, it’s too late. Parsons uncorks a swing worthy of a MLB home run derby, connecting flush with O’Rourke’s head and sending the fighting Irishman to the concrete floor.



Turning to her surprise, Alyssa screams as Parsons jams the top of the chair into the stomach and then positioning the chair around the neck of Apathy before sending her hard into the brick halls that lined the arena, driving the chair into the throat of Mrs. O’Rourke. Sending her crumpling to the floor next to her husband.



CHRIS PARSONS: …like I said; no one can get in our way…least of all you two leaches…



Smashing each O’Rourke with a final echoing chair shot, Parsons’ smirk creeps across his face as he shakes his head. Anything else Parsons might have to say is lost between Alyssa’s screams and cries for help.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Parsons! No! Stop! Someone get some help over here!



The crowd’s boos can be heard echoing through the arena corridors as Parsons speaks.



CHRIS PARSONS: Sorry, but I’m sick of watching the kid carry you two shits! Looks like that fuckbag Black was right after all…



Looking up and down Alyssa, Parsons smacks the long time RSW interviewer square on the ass before quipping as he walks away.



CHRIS PARSONS: …and you…if you ever get tired of that ‘D’…I got one for ya sugartits! See ya ‘round…I got some explaining to do and a match to prepare the kid for…



Standing in a state of shock, Alyssa is left nearly speechless as she stammers through her outtro as the cameras focus on the downed couple while EMTs do their best to avoid Parsons.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: We’ll have more updates on Eoin and Liz as they become available, I’m not sure what this is going to mean for the number one contender ladder match following our next match between two new faces two relatively new faces in RSW in ‘Lucky’ Joe Beb and the man they call ‘Knucks’ Anthony Stevenson!



Sending it back to Greer, Fowler and Onions; Clearly no one expected Parsons to destroy half of his team with so little time before their match, a match that could’ve seen C.A.M.E. use the numbers advantage to gain a shot at the Anarchy Championship!



JOSEPH GREER: WOW! Parsons has shown his true colours! If you’re Marcus Anderson you’ve got to be wondering if you’re next!



TOMMY ONIONS: Actually if I’m Marcus Anderson, I’m probably wondering why I trusted the guy who turned on my dad in the first place…you know, if Sweet Tommy had known his dad…



BILLY FOWLER: Awkward…ummm look Parsons has experience, I’m sure he has some sort of a plan, otherwise he wouldn’t just cut his team’s odds of winning like that!



JOSEPH GREER: Let’s hope for Marcus Anderson’s sake that Parsons isn’t eyeing the Anarchy Championship himself!



TOMMY ONIONS: Ha! You said ‘eyeing’ and Parsons only has one eye! Ha!



BILLY FOWLER: Well played…



JOSEPH GREER: I give up. We’ll be right back after this advertisement for XHF and…the End of Days!!!!

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BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…”Lucky” Joe Beb!



“LMFAO” by Party Rock Anthem plays as “Lucky” Joe Beb comes dancing out from the back. The crowd cheer him on as he walks down the aisle. Noticeably absent is the raging, obviously chemical enhanced, erection.



TOMMY ONIONS: What’s going on? Little Joe isn’t standing at attention!



JOSEPH GREER: I hear that he has to lay off of the viagra while the stitches are in place.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh right. I forgot that whore, Apathy, bit him.



BILLY FOWLER: You mean Elizabeth, who is right behind you?



TOMMY ONIONS: Jesus! (He turns around in his chair quickly) Oh, you fucking got me.



JOSEPH GREER: Right? too funny!



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent, Anthony “Knucks” Stevenson!



“Dead Wrong” by C-Mob begins playing as Knucks walks out from the back with a bottle in a brown paper bag that he takes a long swig from. He has a large bulge in his pants.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is that another beer in his pocket or has Knucks started taking the Viagra as well?



JOSEPH GREER: I think he’s drinking one beer with another one in his pocket. Is this even allowed?



TOMMY ONIONS: Well, I don’t think anyone currently in management cares right now. Armand having been the only active owner certainly could care less so long as Knucks can still fight.



BILLY FOWLER: I think I have a couple of shares, but my vote would count for only a little.



Anthony makes his way down to the ring, stopping every once in awhile to take a drink from his bottle. A fan motions him over for a moment.



JOSEPH GREER: He does know that he has to go to the ring to wrestle?



BILLY FOWLER: I’m sure he does. See? On his way now.



Indeed, Anthony does continue down toward the ring, but now he has a lit cigarette between his lips to go with the beer in his hand and beer in his pocket.



JOSEPH GREER: What the heck? Does he know that he can’t be smoking in the arena?



TOMMY ONIONS: Armand does it all of the time!



JOSEPH GREER: Just because someone else does something bad, doesn’t mean you get to.



TOMMY ONIONS: What? Are you my fucking dad now? Gives a whole new twist when I’m giving it to your ex-wife!



BILLY FOWLER: Now that’s totally out of line!



Anthony gets to the corner of the ring. He polishes off his beer, places the one from his pocket underneath the ring, and rolls into the ring. He leans in the corner, flicking ashes onto the mat.



The bell rings to start the match and Anthony is still in the corner, lazily watching Joe cross the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Knucks does know that he’s supposed to wrestle in this match?



TOMMY ONIONS: If he’s been drinking all this time, I wonder if he even knows that he’s in the ring. Though, I bet his tolerance is up there with mine. I have several forties in my dressing room for later.



JOSEPH GREER: You sure you still have them? Him and a homeless bum may have gotten into your room.



TOMMY ONIONS: What? My brand is…son of a bitch! He stole my beer!



BILLY FOWLER: Oh, man. Someone didn’t lock his dressing room away.



TOMMY ONIONS: I didn’t think I had to! I figure Andi might sneak in to leave a pic of her tits or something.



Joe Beb gets close to trying to lock up with Knucks when he flicks his cigarette butt at Joe. The distraction allows Knucks to get into range, belting Joe with rights and lefts to stagger the much older man across the ring.



Knucks keeps the pressure on like an experienced street fighter, knocking Joe into the corner. He grabs the ropes at the corner for leverage so that he can slam his knee into Joe’s midsection a few times before the referee makes him back away from the corner.



Joe takes a few staggering steps out of the corner, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looks like he’s getting ready to fall onto his face when launches himself forward to take Knucks down with a diving clothesline! Joe rides Knucks down to land on him on the mat as well.



TOMMY ONIONS: Take the fucker down, Joe!



JOSEPH GREER: I thought that Knucks is someone that you might want to party with?



TOMMY ONIONS: Not when he steals from me!



BILLY FOWLER: You know you’ll forget that you’re angry with him in no time flat.



TOMMY ONIONS: Fat chance of that! I hold a grudge like Apathy holds onto used condoms!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s just gross.



Joe quickly gets up, grabs Knucks by the wrist, rolls him onto his belly, and applies a wrist lock while placing a foot to Anthony’s armpit/shoulder blade.



Knucks attempts to kick out the leg that Joe is standing on, but doesn’t get enough “Ooomph” behind his kick to get the hold broken. Joe stomps the armpit real quicklike and delivers a quick kick to the back of the elbow to hyperextend it. He places the foot back to the armpit to keep up the pressure.



The ref checks to see if Anthony will submit, but he tells the ref to fuck off instead.



TOMMY ONIONS: Twist his fucking arm off, Joe!



JOSEPH GREER: Joe Beb certainly has command of the match right now.



BILLY FOWLER: Knucks is more of a back street brawler where Joe is an experienced technician.



TOMMY ONIONS: You mean he’s older than the sport…



That’s when Knucks gets his foot high enough to kick Joe right in the nuts! Joe releases the hold, backing away from Knucks to double over in pain.

TOMMY ONIONS: Oh my gawd that was horrible. His wanker has witches! I mean his fleshy sword has stitches!



JOSEPH GREER: He had to break the hold somehow I reckon.



BILLY FOWLER: He’s aiming for the weakest link. It’s extra weak with the stitches.



Knucks stands up, moving his arm to work out the kinks, and hits big boot to the head to send Joe crashing down to the mat.



While he’s down, Knucks aims a few kicks to the ribcage that sends Joe rolling out of the ring. Knucks climbs up to the second turnbuckle with his arms in the air to the boos of the crowd as if he had already won the match.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is kicking like that even legal? This isn’t the Kickboxer movie series.



JOSEPH GREER: You’re old if you’re referencing Jean Claude Van Damme movies.



TOMMY ONIONS: But young enough to tag your ex-wife!



BILLY FOWLER: You should leave the ex-wife out of this.



Joe Beb rolls back into the ring while Knucks is showboating, spitting blood onto the mat. He helps Anthony get down to the mat with a belly to back suplex from the corner! Joe bridges up for the cover!



One



Tw-Knucks kicks out!



Joe quickly gets to his feet, but Knucks kicks with another low blow that drops him right back to the mat! Knucks jumps to his feet and runs to bounce off of the ropes, hitting a spear as Joe sits up! Knucks goes for the cover, pushing Joe’s head to the side with an elbow.



One



Two



Thre-Joe kicks out!



TOMMY ONIONS: What the fuck, ref? How many low blows you going to allow before saying something?



JOSEPH GREER: I would say two.



BILLY FOWLER: Shouldn’t be allowing any to be perfectly honest.



The ref is currently yelling at a standing Knucks as Joe rolls around on the ring mat in pain.



When Joe makes it to his feet, Knucks sweeps past the ref to strike an uppercut. He follows this directly with a codebreaker and mounts Joe to strike him with lefts and rights before pushing down his shoulders for the pinfall!



One



Two



Three!



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



JOSEPH GREER: Knucks with the AKS for the win!



TOMMY ONIONS: Damn it!



BILLY FOWLER: It’s a shame that Knucks avoided being disqualified, but these things happen.



Anthony rolls out of the ring to the corner where he hid the beer. He pops it open with a laugh and takes a slug from it. He turns to Tommy Onions, raising the beer as if to say “Cheers” and drinks some more of the beer. Tommy rises from his chair in anger, but Joseph pulls him down.



JOSEPH GREER: A couple of beers isn’t worth getting your ass kicked over.



TOMMY ONIONS: That son of a bitch! I’ll get my revenge!



Anthony heads to the back while drinking his stolen beer while the ref checks on the downed Joe Beb.

[vastrix]

Andi is seen strutting away from Havok’s locker room as he stands there in the doorway. Wiping sweat from his brow, Havok contemplates the fallout from his actions before the scene fades to black.

[vastrix]

In what appears to be a deserted corridor, we find a solitary soda machine whose glow bathes the hallway in a dim crimson light, turning the silver strands in the beard of Lex Collins to a bloody mockery that could be considered foreshadowing. Coupled with the emptiness in his gaze and the hard line of his unsmiling mouth, it inches closer to that reality. A shaking hand rakes through his unruly mop of hair as he glances over his shoulder.



LEX COLLINS: It’s not that simple. (sighing) If I for sure knew I was facing Riddik again, I’d be fine. It’s this uncertainty…



A hand gently wraps around his waist from behind as Hannah hugs him tightly.



HANNAH DONIMARI: You beat him once. You can do it again. And you’ve got Andi scouted now, right?



LEX COLLINS: Someone once told me I should be careful what I wish for, ’cause I just might get it. Oh, I got it, alright. Fuckin’ hell… welcome to the crosshairs. Welcome to the eye of the goddamned hurri- (he cuts himself off, chuckling sheepishly) Yeah, maybe not the best choice of words right now, huh?



She shakes her head, unable to keep from laughing softly.



HANNAH DONIMARI: Wouldn’t be you if you didn’t alienate someone.



He snorts derisively.



LEX COLLINS: Consistent if nothing else, right?



HANNAH DONIMARI: You can do this.



LEX COLLINS: Might as well accept I’ll be facin’ both. If – nah, fuck that – WHEN Andi wins, that piece of shit ain’t gonna shake her hand an’ walk away like a good sportsman. He’ll rant an’ rave with a full-on toddler meltdown. He’ll interfere. No way in hell I’m gettin’ the clean match I deserve an’ that’s the worst kinda bullshit but you know me, Han. I don’t choke when the pressure’s on. I don’t mindfuck myself over a fear of the unknown. Don’t come unglued over a little slide down Ocham’s razor ’cause that’s just how it goes an’ a real champion sucks it up an’ survives best he can. He’s already made the gold look like shit, made the company look like shit, too an’ all his whinin’ about the company bein’ in my corner, wanting me to be the corporate whore? Jesus wept. Have some fuckin’ pride, you goddamn nutbar.



Slowly, he pushes off from the wall, delving into his pocket for change as he approaches the machine.



HANNAH DONIMARI: Stupid asshole thinks I’m abusive… wish I could come out there and show him what abuse looks like.



LEX COLLINS: Let it go. He’s desperate to get a rise. So fuckin’ butthurt that I pinned his shoulders for three seconds. Doesn’t matter what he thinks of me or how this shoulda played out in a perfect world. Andi gets the first crack ’cause she deserves it. She beat me fair an’ square without any shenanigans. Tonight’s her swan song, her moment to shine an’ grab that brass ring. I’m on damage control, Han. My job is to make sure Riddik doesn’t crash the party, y’know?



HANNAH DONIMARI: Lex, no.



LEX COLLINS: It’s fine, Han. I don’t… (he looks resigned as he counts the foreign change on his palm) Me an’ Riddik’re about to go steady. I’ll let him wear my knuckle prints on his face. After the dust settles… I’ll even take him to the dance. Sounds great, right? If he’s smart, he’ll walk away after Andi beats him, hit the door runnin’ like a scalded dog; get out of here ‘fore the shit hits the fan. Get out of here before I decide to finish what was started in Nigeria.



His voice is low, filled with blatant threat as he drops the coins in, one by one, something almost soothing in those motions, and the rattling sound as the machine begrudgingly accepts them. His fingers curl into a fist. Instead of punching the button like it looks as though he wants to, he pushes it softly, leaning his head against the cool plastic front. The red light washes over his features, revealing his cold smirk.



LEX COLLINS: Tonight’s nothing. I’ll still be a contender… a champion… whatever label they see fit to affix when that bell rings. An’ Riddik’ll still be existin’ on borrowed time. Welcome to Death Row, Dag.



Chuckling again, he bends over, reaching inside the machine to retrieve the bottle of Pepsi. He straightens up and presses the cold plastic against the back of his neck, resting his palm against the machine.



LEX COLLINS: They pull out my guts every time, twist up my words an’ it’s just part of the dance now – don’t matter none. They grow back; I got them in endless supply. Don’t give a shit if there’s water in the pool or broken glass. I can swim regardless. Got blood to bleed. I’ll survive.



He uncaps the bottle and takes a swig, letting out a contented sigh. Before Hannah can say anything, a soft clearing of a throat has them both turning their heads towards the shadows. Eddie Havok appears from the gloom.



HAVOK: Hey. Hope I’m not interrupting anything.



Lex tilts the Pepsi bottle at him as Hannah takes a step closer to her man, wary as she eyes the biker.



LEX COLLINS: Pre-match rituals, man. S’all good. Speakin’ of… good luck out there tonight. Erikson’s a tough draw, ‘specially with the opportunity hangin’ over it.



There’s a strange sort of familiarity in the way he’s talking, a camaraderie that makes Hannah look confused as she glances back and forth between the two men. Lex catches her glance, looking embarrassed that he forgot to introduce them.



LEX COLLINS: Oh, hey. Han, this is Havok. Eddie. An’ this’ Hannah… she’s… well, it’s kinda complicated but…



HAVOK: I know. The driving force behind the man.



Collins nods, chuckling as he caps his soda and reaches out to take his girl’s hand.



LEX COLLINS: Somethin’ like that, yeah. (his smile fades as he meets Havok’s gaze again) Be vigilant tonight. Eyes in the back of your head, brother. That’s what it takes to overcome the odds these days. What it’s always boiled down to – only certain people you can trust to have your back. Choose your family wisely, being your brother’s keeper is a hell of a duty in this business, after all. Not everyone’s cut out for that responsibility, after all.



Before the conversation can be drawn out further, he tugs on Hannah’s hand before deliberately walking past so close that his shoulder bumps against Havok’s. He murmurs low enough for only the two of them to hear.



LEX COLLINS: Got your six, man.



As the pair walks away, Havok watches them go, a look of contemplation on his face.



HAVOK: This business, so much like chess: a thinking man’s game.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…and is a ladder match for the number one contender to the RSW Anarchy Championship!



The crowd cheers the upcoming carnage a ladder match promises. Even with two of the competitors taken out, it still promised to be a wild affair.



BOB MOONEY: Introducing first…from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, he is a true American Patriot…Xander Joseph!!!



Bullrushing out from the back as Creed’s ‘My Sacrifice’ blares throughout the arena, Xander stands at the edge of the stage as red, white and blue lights and pyro flash throughout the arena drawing boos from the Moroccan crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: Not much love for Xander Joseph here tonight.



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t get it! USA! USA! USA!



BILLY FOWLER: And…that’s why. That’s bad enough when you wrestle in The US, everywhere else, it’s just plain annoying.



Focused and marching to the ring, Xander eyes the ring side ladders with suspicion.



JOSEPH GREER: Xander Joseph checking out the ladders around the ring…



TOMMY ONIONS: And looking nervous as fuck…round boy probably wondering if them shits can support his ass!



BILLY FOWLER: He’ll be fine, I weigh a little more than Xander and I’ve been in ladder matches…he has nothing to worry about…in that regard anyway.



Entering the ring, red, white and blue dominate the eyes as Joseph is booed near relentlessly.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. Weighing in at two hundred pounds even…Erik Black!



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



Practically throwing the curtain from it’s bar as he bursts through, Erik Black looks out over the crowd and allows himself a little smirk. Cheers, boos…it didn’t matter as long as they made noise.



JOSEPH GREER: Erik Black making his way to the ring. This kid has a ton of potential but from what we’ve seen…a horrible attitude.



BILLY FOWLER: I’ll agree on his attitude, he hasn’t been tested yet in my book. Sure he beat the man in the ring, Xander Joseph, last time out. But can he do it again when a match with one of the very best is at stake!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s true Billy, the winner here tonight goes on to face the RSW founder and Anarchy Champion at the XHF End Of Days event in a RSW showcase match for the title!



TOMMY ONIONS: I still think he’s high as fuck.



JOSEPH GREER: What makes you so sure Tommy?



TOMMY ONIONS: He parties hard Greer, we can recognize our own…



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: …I told you before; look at the confidence in his walk…cocaine and whores!



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



JOSEPH GREER: Regardless, we’re about to get a second look at Black and as you can see RSW Senior Referee, Shawna Savante obviously remembers Erik…



Making his way to the ring, the moment Black enters the ring Shawna is on guard, laughing as he raises his hands, Black poses in the corner for the Moroccan fans.



JOSEPH GREER: …Erik Black has a ton of confidence. Let’s see what he has once the match starts!



TOMMY ONIONS: I’m telling you Greer, I like this kid…he’s going places!



BILLY FOWLER: With the way you’re speaking, most likely is rehab.



Stepping down from the corner, Black starts walking toward the opposite corner and Shawna.



Tugging at her shirt she reminds him that once the bell rings she’s in charge.



ERIK BLACK: Yeah yeah yeah…just saying you might want to show a little interest before I’m famous as fuck around here…



JOSEPH GREER: There he goes again! Erik Black appears to be hitting on Shawna here before the bell…again!



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



BOB MOONEY: And their opponent…accompanied by ‘The Nightmare’ Chris Parsons…from SAN Diego, California…weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…Marcus Anderson!



‘Loser like me’ by Pink starts as Chris Parsons bounds through the curtain with steel chair in hand.



JOSEPH GREER: Parsons still has the chair he used to take out his, now former, stable mates. We have to wonder what Anderson thought of that!



TOMMY ONIONS: Do we Greer? Do we?



Following behind the minority owner, Marcus Anderson still seems slightly out of place next to the wild and outlandish ‘Nightmare’, the odd couple of RSW make their way down the aisle.



BILLY FOWLER: Parsons is a snake, simple as that. He retired Riot by cheating, got a piece of the company by cheating and cheated his way into the hall of fame…



JOSEPH GREER: Easy now…



BILLY FOWLER: What’s that supposed to mean? Look, my point is Liz and Eoin should have never trusted Parsons in the first place and Marcus Anderson probably shouldn’t either!



Clearing the ring, Parsons leads the way for Marcus swinging the chair wildly before eyeing Erik down specifically.



JOSEPH GREER: Parsons and Erik Black have gone back and forth on social media and after his debut at Anarchy Forty, it was Parsons that caused the distraction that allowed Xander to end their encounter as the last man standing!



Parsons stalks the ring, pacing and ready to strike waiting for the bell to ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: I know I don’t exactly know the rules and shit but shouldn’t Parsons be getting out of there?



JOSEPH GREER: With Apathy And Eoin out, we can safely assume this is a triple threat now yeah.



Shawna has seen enough and points to Parsons, rolling her hands she points to the back.



JOSEPH GREER: Wait a second Tommy…I think…yes! Shawna Savante is threatening to not start the match and has ejected Parsons from the ring!



TOMMY ONIONS: No! I have money on C.A.M.E. winning! This isn’t fair!



BILLY FOWLER: It’s about time! In my day they’d have never allowed that!



JOSEPH GREER: You do remember kidnapping one of Garmr’s associates right?



BILLY FOWLER: That’s hearsay and conjecture my good man and I’ll not have it!



As security escorts Parsons to the back, Erik Black laughs as he waves goodbye to ‘The Nightmare’ and the capacity crowd sings “Na na na na…na na na na…hey hey hey…goodbye!”



JOSEPH GREER: Listen to that crowd as the serenade Parsons to the back! Now all three men are in the ring!!! Shawna calls for the bell!



DING! DING!! DING!!!



As soon as the bell rings Xander and Erik pick up right where they left off at Anarchy Forty.



Swinging wildly, Xander looks to take the head clean off Erik’s shoulders with each swing, while Erik bobs and weaves, blocking and returning crisp short punches.



Having seen enough, Anderson rushes in, hammering Black to the back of the head, before snatching a waist lock and snapping off a release German suplex!



JOSEPH GREER: Great timing there by Anderson! Axe handle by Xander!



As Marcus gets to a knee, Xander Joseph brings both his hands down between Marcus’ shoulders driving him facedown on the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: Come on! Get a ladder! Let’s go!



BILLY FOWLER: There’s a strategy here Tommy…you need to wear down…



JOSEPH GREER: Don’t Fowler…just don’t. I’ve been trying to explain this to him for years now. He’s here because deep down we all laugh at toilet humour at some point in our lives.



Burying a kick into the ribs of Anderson, he follows up with a second into the rib cage of Black before whipping him through the second and third ropes toppling a ringside ladder in the process!



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s more like it!



JOSEPH GREER: Black is sent crashing into the ladder! It’s all Xander Joseph right now!



Turning his attention back to Anderson, Xander pummels Marcus into the corner.



JOSEPH GREER: Hard Irish whip by Xander! Oh!



BILLY FOWLER: Oh I don’t miss that gents…it’s the back and the neck that hurt after something like that. Some of these lads whip you and it feels like you’ve been in a wreck!



Slamming into the corner with enough force to draw a gasp from the crowd, Marcus crumps to the mat as Xander Joseph cups a hand to his ear.



JOSEPH GREER: Listen to that crowd! They do not like Xander Joseph here in Morocco!



TOMMY ONIONS: Because he’s an American Joey! These people are just haters!



BILLY FOWLER: Have you thought that maybe it’s because he goes around preaching about the United States like it’s a religion?



Pandering to the crowd once again, Joseph stays at a distance letting Anderson drag himself back to the corner.



Charging like an enraged bull, Anderson moves at the last moment, sending Xander crashing I to the corner, stunned against the turnbuckles.



JOSEPH GREER: Marcus got out of the way! Oh! Xander Joseph is stunned! This is the chance Anderson has needed!



The crowd cheers as Erik Black pushes a table into the ring, sliding in after it he charges the cornered, Xander!



JOSEPH GREER: Huge double knee by Erik Black! Xander Joseph has no idea where he is!



Black sends the crowd into a frenzy with a series of lefts and rights that force Xander to cover up while Marcus Anderson regroups.



TOMMY ONIONS: See?! What did I tell you? This kid is money! Look at that shit!



BILLY FOWLER: Oh I agree that Black has talent Tommy, it’s just too bad he’s so damned shite when it comes to his training and attitude. A focused Erik Black would be something else entirely!



JOSEPH GREER: What’s this? Marcus Anderson setting up that table black brought in…what’s he got in mind here?



Setting the table into the corner on an angle, Marcus takes his turn and charges the opposite corner, sandwiching the smaller Black between the two larger men.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s just…



Erik slumps to the ground followed by Xander.



JOSEPH GREER: Marcus now to the outside…



Grabbing the ladder, the crowd cheers!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck yes!



Sliding in, Black sends the ladder into the chest of Anderson knocking him back to the barricade!



JOSEPH GREER: Quick thinking with the baseball slide from Erik Black staggering Anderson!



BILLY FOWLER: Quick thinking indeed, what’s he doing here?!



Grabbing the top rope, in a display of athleticism, Erik leaps over the top rope with a high cross body plancha taking out Marcus Anderson!!!



JOSEPH GREER: What a move by Erik Black! Listen to that crowd!



The crowd roars as Xander Joseph comes back into view.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! Joseph is up!



Rolling to the outside, Xander grabs the ladder, shoving it into the ring before rolling back in.



JOSEPH GREER: What a chance for Xander Joseph!



Setting the ladder, Xander repositions it and begins to climb.



Rolling into the ring, Xander hops down as Xander Joseph and Erik Black face off once again.



BILLY FOWLER: Here we go again lads! Right back where we started!



Squaring off again, Erik dodges a crushing right hand from Xander and lands a quick kick to the ribs in return.



JOSEPH GREER: Nice counter shot there by Black!



Erik loads up and fires off a series of punches and elbows, ending with a knee strike that doubles over the mammoth Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: DDT!



Rolling over after delivering the move, Black takes a deep breath, dragging himself to his feet using the ropes his gaze goes to the ladder.



BILLY FOWLER: He’s gonna give it go!



With each rung the crowd get louder and louder, pushing Black each step of the way.



JOSEPH GREER: He’s almost there!



TOMMY ONIONS: I saw someone move! Jump off and kill them from above!



Reaching the top…Black extends for the briefcase…



JOSEPH GREER: Black’s got it…



BILLY FOWLER: No! It’s Xander Joseph!



Pushing the ladder over, Black takes the top rope to a very sensitive area.



ALL THREE COMMENTATORS: Ohhhhh!



JOSEPH GREER: Erik Black goes down!



BILLY FOWLER: But he’ll be a few octaves higher in the shower! He might possibly be a unic…who knows?



Turning, the crowd cheers anew as Marcus Anderson starts by laying into Xander with an echoing knife edge chop!



CROWD: WooooooOooooOoooo!!!!



Staggering back, Marcus catches Xander under the chin with a perfectly placed super kick that stumbles him back into the table Marcus had set earlier.



A fresh burst of cheers radiates from the audience, but he sees his opening, Marcus slams several hard right hands into the side of Xander’s head and goes for the ladder instead.



JOSEPH GREER: A series of wild punches here! Marcus Anderson is going for broke!



BILLY FOWLER: He needs to be careful unless he wants to end up like his father! Come to think of it, another reason he shouldn’t trust Chris Parsons!



TOMMY ONIONS: Erik Black is back in the ring too! It’s a race!



Battered and bruised, both Anderson and Black are fighting fatigue and each other as they attempt to scale the ladder once again.



A roundhouse kick around the ladder finds its way into the ribs of Anderson as Erik gains space in the race to the top.



JOSEPH GREER: Both of these men inching their way up the ladder! Both of these men are giving their all just to get a chance at Anarchy Champion, Rob Riot! Only here in RSW will you see this kind of competition folks!



TOMMY ONIONS: Good idea, plug the brand! Get all your RSW merchandise at RSW.com while you’re at it!



A snapping two punch combo into Black’s abdomen gains Marcus some ground.



JOSEPH GREER: Both of these men getting into no man’s land now and the fan’s are frothing at the mouths in anticipation!



A third right hand gains the leverage needed for Anderson to join Black high above the ring at the top of the ladder.



A thumb to the eyes of Anderson is followed up by a head butt from Black.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh! Dirty move by Black!



TOMMY ONIONS: Dirty? This shit is a no holds barred baby! Whatever it takes to win!



A short elbow rocks Anderson who takes a looping swing of his own. The crowd is cheering as they rock the ladder back and forth.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is it bad that I want them both to fall?



JOSEPH GREER: Yeah.



BILLY FOWLER: A little, yes.



Parrying the blow, Black slams Marcus’s face into the top of the ladder before pulling the slumping Anderson over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my God! Erik Black can’t be thinking?!



TOMMY ONIONS: Do it! Even if it means sacrificing everything!



BILLY FOWLER: Ha! I see what you did there!



Allowing the anticipation and cheers to reach a fever pitch, Erik launches Anderson through the air.



Time seems to slow as the second generation RSW competitor slammed into Xander Joseph’s three hundred plus pound frame, splintering the table in an instant and rocking the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my god! They’re broken! Both of them are broken!



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit! That was fucking awesome!



BILLY FOWLER: Everyone wants to get that chance to go after the Anarchy Championship!



Taking another deep breath, the crowd continues cheering as Erik looks to the briefcase.



JOSEPH GREER: It’s within his grasp!!!!



Black unclips the briefcase and the bell rings!!!



JOSEPH GREER: He’s done it! Erik Black is your winner!



DING! DING!! DING!!!



‘Somebody gotta die’ by the Notorious B.I.G. Begins blasting once more as Bob Mooney announces the official result.



BOB MOONEY: The winner of this match…and number one contender to the RSW Anarchy Championship…Erik Black!!!



JOSEPH GREER: What a match! All three gave it their all, but in the end it was a desperation move by Erik Black, dumping Anderson from the top of the ladder onto Xander Joseph that gave Black the win and a date with Rob Riot at the big XHF End of Days mega event!



TOMMY ONIONS: Big mega event?! Sounds big!



BILLY FOWLER: Redundancies aside, impressive performance here by Erik Black but if he thinks that he can get past Riot on guys alone, the kid is in for a ride awakening gents. Rob’s not done yet and Erik Black might just find out the hard way how much he has left!



JOSEPH GREER: Regardless, a big win here at Shadow Wars puts Erik Black into the Anarchy Championship picture and into the limelight as we continue seeing this new crop of RSW stars rise up and make their presence known!



BILLY FOWLER: I couldn’t agree more Greer, Riot Star Wrestling has the seen an influx of great talent like Xander Joseph and Erik Black, as well as the trio surrounding another championship here is RSW…Andi Snow, Lex Collins and of course Legacy Champion…Dagvald Riddick!!!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s coming up later tonight, but first we have former RSW World Champion Dylan Erickson taking on recent challenger…Eddie Havok! That’s up after this!!!

[vastrix]

Backstage you see Anthony Knucks looking at a monitor moments after the last RSW match has eneded. Anthony has yet another beer in his hand and he is drinking and has a huge smile on his face.



KNUCKS: Fuck yeah his match is over and we can now head to the airport and we are one step closer to the titty bar… god damn I can’t wait to get one of those fine ass honeys to grinder her little ass on me. I just hope she has a great set of tits nothing is worse then when the stripper takes her top off and she looks like a flat chested male school boy… that shit instantly kills 4 inches of boner and the other 5 inches is seriously struggling.



A Backstage worker is looking around for something. Anthony turns his attention to him.



KNUCKS: You looking for something man?



RSW Backstage Employee: Yeah my smokes are missing, did you see a pack of brand new cigarettes back here?



KNUCKS: No man, but I will keep an eye out.



The employee walks off and knucks reaches in his pocket and pulls out a brand new pack of cigarettes and lights up a smoke. He take a long drag off of the cig and then follows it up with a beer.



KNUCKS: Damn this brand sucks but free smokes are free smokes. You know I would never had guessed that a few weeks ago I would go from unemployed to to flying around the world wrestling. Fuck I was surprised they let a mother fucker get a passport.



KNUCKS: You know, I don’t really fit in this place but here I am. I have a confused guy who doesn’t know what color he is going by the name Mr. Black and I have clown friend that my color blind friend calls Nickles the clown. I guess its from some stupid movie/book that Stephany Queen wrote… whoever she is.



KNUCKS: But then again i did not come here for friends. So who knows my two friends do not like each other at all. They can barely come together for the cause of titys and ass. Maybe we are not friends after all but mr White says he is going to score free weed and that means i will be his friend. But not sure what Nickels the clown brings to the table. Maybe he can make a giant balloon fist and we can shove it in some whores ass.



Knucks continued to smoke as he talks and finishes the beer and sits it down on the table. He looks around and pulls another beer out of his pocket. He opens it up with his lighter and starts drinking another beer.



KNUCKS: Where are these guys… Maybe Nickels is doing a birthday party or something so he can earn money for the titty bar. Erik match is over maybe he is calling the weed guy… But fuck it I have a jet to catch and airport security is going to want to give me another free yearly exam. This time I just pray the dude has smaller hands. The TSA guy in chi town that fucker must have played for the bears back in the day dude hand was huge. Now i know how the girls feel when they get this dick.



Knucks heads towards the exit of the arena and the camera shows beer bottles everywhere as Knucks reaches the exit he stops and turns and walks into the bathroom area.



TOMMY ONIONS: Knucks not only day drinks before matches he has power hour after his match.



JOSEPH GREER: He’s only 18 he isn’t even old enough to drink in America.



TOMMY ONIONS: Well I don’t think he cares because this guy is always drinking.



JOSEPH GREER: I think he needs help.



TOMMY ONIONS: I talked to him the other day and asked if he had a drinking problem and he said no he has it figured out.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: This next bout is scheduled for one fall and will determine the number one contender for the RSW Legacy title! Featuring first the challenger…Dylan Erickson!



No music plays as the name Dylan Erickson is displayed in bold letters on the RioTron. Dylan Erickson himself walks out to the booing of the fans, making his way down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: I’m surprised that Dylan hasn’t eaten a bullet after his latest crushing defeats by Shane Mitchell and Rob Riot.



BILLY FOWLER: We seem to be giving him chance after chance here. Like another golden boy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Frank Windsor?



JOSEPH GREER: Frank hasn’t even been wrestling, much less getting title shots like some golden boy.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…Havok!



“Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie begins playing as Havok walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans. He makes his way down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: I wonder if Havok is tired out?



JOSEPH GREER: Why would he be tired out?



TOMMY ONIONS: You saw Andi Snow leave his dressing room. You know what he did in there with her.



BILLY FOWLER: Jealous much?



TOMMY ONIONS: Damn straight I am!



Havok makes his way down to the ring, eyeing Dylan Erickson as he steps into the ring. The bell rings to start the match and Havok launches across the ring to lock up with Dylan. He throws Dylan to the ropes, hitting a high knee that slams into Dylan’s chest.



Dylan no sells the impact, backhanding Havok hard enough to send him crashing to the mat. Havok jumps to his feet, dodging a hard right hand from Dylan, but not a kick to the gut! Dylan grabs Havok by the head and hits a knee lift of his own that sends Havok back to the mat with authority.



TOMMY ONIONS: Dylan using his power to dominate this match.



JOSEPH GREER: Speed can prove to be a crucial factor in this match so long as Havok can keep his distance.



BILLY FOWLER: Speaking as not a small man, I know that speed can help a David overcome a Goliath. I don’t know if that will really help this time around though.



As Havok gets up, Dylan aims a side kick that Havok dodges. He grabs Dylan by the extended ankle, brings an arm up behind Dylan’s knee, and uses his weight to bend the leg around his arm!



JOSEPH GREER: Havok with a knee destroyer to try to bring the giant down!



Havok kicks the other leg, but doesn’t do much harm with as thick as the legs of Dylan Erickson are. Dylan shoves Havok backward against the ropes. On the rebound, Havok does a cross bodyblock that brings Dylan down for the pinfall attempt!



One



Two



Thre-Dylan kicks out!



Havok jumps to his feet, slipping behind the rising Dylan, and hitting a bridging German suplex for the cover again!



One



Two



Thr-Dylan kicks out!



JOSEPH GREER: Havok on a roll!



TOMMY ONIONS: He wants revenge for the chain match!



Havok gets up, grabs Dylan, and whips him into the corner though the move sends Dylan through the ref!



BILLY FOWLER: The ref is out cold! Did Havok plan this?



TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe?



Havok rolls out of the ring, grabbing something from underneath. The Russian Chain! He rolls into the ring with it, hooking one end up to the stunned Dylan, and the other to himself as the ref comes to.



JOSEPH GREER: What the heck is he thinking?



The ref looks ready to disqualify Havok, but stops and holds his earpiece.



BOB MOONEY: This match has just been changed by management to be a Russian Chain match!



Havok wraps the chain around his fist and mounts Dylan in the corner. He begins wailing on Dylan with the chain wrapped fist, sending blood splattering about. Dylan grabs Havok, lifts him into the air, and hits a inverted atomic drop with the chain laying across his knee!



TOMMY ONIONS: With Dylan’s legs like tree trunks, I bet that hurt Little Havok more! At least he already got his use from it inside Andi Snow.



JOSEPH GREER: Get over yourself. You won’t be able to score with her.



BILLY FOWLER: Not a bit.



TOMMY ONIONS: I can score with anyone!



A quick knee to the gut doubles over the wounded Havok, followed by a knee to the head. Dylan cinches in a front facelock with that chain against Havok’s throat.



DYLAN ERICKSON: You wanted more of this, golden boy? You wanted to feel the chain against your skin again?



Havok grunts, summoning all of his strength. He lifts Dylan up into the air and drops down to drop him on his head! Havok drags Dylan to the nearest corner and tags it.



Dylan gets up to his knees. Havok tosses the chain up into the air and drop kicks Dylan right in the face with the chain between! He drags Dylan to a second corner and tags it!



TOMMY ONIONS: Havok is halfway to getting his revenge!



JOSEPH GREER: Sure seems that way, but it doesn’t make it right.



Havok drags Dylan toward the third corner, but Dylan sits up to stop the progression. He yanks on the chain to bring Havok back toward him for a punch to the gut to double Havok over. Dylan stands up and kicks Havok right in the head. He grabs Havok by the arm and tags his first corner!



Havok lunges up, slamming the top of his head into Dylan’s gut. He gets Dylan up into a fireman’s carry and drops to the side to slam Dylan’s head into the slack of the chain! Havok perches upon Dylan, using the chain to choke the big man out. Havok reaches up to tag his third corner!



BILLY FOWLER: One more corner and Havok will have a win over the former World champion!



TOMMY ONIONS: A rather interesting turn of events.



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t know who Havok owes to have gotten him this match, but I would wager that he owes someone! Which of the three names you think he appealed to?



BILLY FOWLER: Rob Riot, Chris Parsons, or Armand von Krauss. Any of the three would be likely to grant this.



Havok begins dragging Dylan to the fourth corner, but Dylan gets up to his feet. Havok turns around and begins to brawl with the giant, but Dylan brings both fists down against the shoulders of Havok to bring his weight to bear to knock Havok to his knees.



Dylan brings up a knee to smash against Havok’s face. He loops the chain around Havok’s neck and drags him to the corner instead to tag it to make his second corner. He whips Havok toward a third corner with the chain still around his neck and yanks hard so that Havok is brought to the mat with the slack in the chain runs out.



JOSEPH GREER: Jesus! That could have broken Havok’s neck!



BILLY FOWLER: I think that may have been the idea.



Dylan walks over to the third corner, dragging the choking Havok behind him to tag it.



TOMMY ONIONS: Both people have one corner left to tag! Will it be David or Goliath? Goliath…



JOSEPH GREER: I wouldn’t count Havok out just yet.



The ref unwraps Havok’s neck from the chain, letting it fall to the side. He looks up at Dylan in defiance, who ignores him and waits for Havok to get to his feet so that he can go for the axe kick!



Havok catches the leg instead, sweeping the other leg with his foot to bring the giant down. He hops up to the top rope as Dylan works his way back to his feet and hits a diving crossbody!



Dylan staggers backwards a few steps as if he were going to catch Havok, but falls backwards. Havok rolls to his feet and tags the final corner!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! Did Havok just win?



BILLY FOWLER: No. He wasn’t holding Dylan.



JOSEPH GREER: Someone had ought to tell Havok that.



Havok celebrates in the ring while Dylan sits up. The ref breaks the news to Havok, who climbs to the top rope. He gathers the chain in front of him and leaps with the intention to hit a chained knee drop. Dylan lashes out with both palms to catch Havok by both knees and shove to send Havok flying from the ring!



The slack from the chain quickly runs out and Dylan stands his ground so that Havok is ripped from the air like an oversized yo-yo with an audible pop! He lands on the ring apron and clutches at the shoulder where the arm is hooked to the chain.



JOSEPH GREER: I think Eddie just dislocated his shoulder!



TOMMY ONIONS: I used to do that on purpose all the time to escape a straight jacket on a bet when I was a detective on the force. I know how to pop it back into place on my own.



BILLY FOWLER: That’s the Lethal Weapon movie series. Riggs does that at least once a movie.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh right.



Dylan reaches over the top rope, plucks Havok from the ring apron, and choke slams him into the ring. He drags the moaning Havok to the final corner and tags it!



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match and number one contender to the RSW Legacy championship…Dylan Erickson!



The ref unhooks Dylan so that he can celebrate in the ring and signals to the back for EMTs to come help with Havok and his shoulder.



JOSEPH GREER: So the Legacy title match going to happen at the End of Days finale?



BILLY FOWLER: No, I think the Anarchy title match will happen then. I mean what if Dagvald retains and then makes it to the finale of the tournament? Can’t have him double booked.



BILLY FOWLER: Best to have Erik Black against Rob Riot. That will be epic.

[vastrix]

The lights in the arena suddenly flicker and then cut out completely. Parts of the crowd initially whoop in excitement, but then settle into a quiet confusion as they sit in the pitch black.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh what now!? Did someone spill their coffee on the control panel? Are we still on the air?!



Thirty seconds pass when the RioTron finally blinks back to the life, seemingly in a boot up mode. Streams of random code fill the screen in a matrix.



JOSEPH GREER: Folks… I’m getting word that it’s not a problem with our production. We’ve apparently been hijacked by some kind of transmission! And they say it’s coming from… San Diego? But that-



Before Greer can finish his thought, the matrix begins to swirl like a wormhole as a digitized voice booms across the speakers.



VOICE: The wheel of fate never stops turning… When you try to hold it still, you become a target of the villainous, the prideful, and the greedy.



The ones and zeros of the binary wormhole reshape into the facsimile of a human eye. Some in the audience begin to murmur.



VOICE: Such is the struggle of the rebel. Fighting the unwinnable fight. Climbing the insurmountable hill. For when he kneels, they tell him to stand, but when he stands up, they say back down. All the while, trying to the crush the body and break the spirit.



The view pans out to show a digital outline of a long rigid jawline. The voice becomes clearer, and the crowd is a little more receptive to what’s happening.



VOICE: But this body remains in one piece. This spirit is Unbreakable. The fight is unfinished. And I… am home.



We see a brief glance of the full face in digital form, before it becomes fleshed out for a split second, and then cuts out. The lights finally return to normal, and the crowd erupts as a dash and a single letter are the only symbols left on the screen.



– I



JOSEPH GREER: Isaiah Zepp is back?!



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s still alive?! We saw what happened to that damn terrorist, there’s no way!



JOSEPH GREER: He always finds a way, doesn’t he? Folks we’ll get any info on this development to you that we can as we move forward tonight…

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the RSW Legacy championship! Featuring first the challenger…Andi Snow!



“No Tears Left to Cry” by Ariana Grande begins playing as Andi Snow walks out onto the entrance stage to the cheering of the fans as she blows kisses into the crowd.



TOMMY ONIONS: I hear that Andi is in negotiations with Playboy to do a cover if she wins the title. Go Andi Snow!



JOSEPH GREER: I thought that you were intent on calling her a whore.



BILLY FOWLER: Posing for Playboy doesn’t make you a whore.



TOMMY ONIONS: Fucking Havok does, but that’s neither here nor there. Go Andi! I wanna see them tits!



Andi Snow makes her way down to the ring, waving to the fans as she does so.



BOB MOONEY: And her opponent, he is the RSW Legacy champion…Dagvald Riddik!



“In Horror” by Bloodhorse begins playing as Dagvald Riddik walks out onto the entrance stage with the RSW Legacy belt around his waist. He motions to the title as if showing it off before walking down the aisle to the ring with the crowd booing him every step of the way.



BILLY FOWLER: So again, Dagvald is some kind of Viking?



JOSEPH GREER: No. Ragnar is a Viking. Dagvald is a NeoNordist. He wants to change the world order or something like that.



TOMMY ONIONS: He wants to change the world and yet he supports Trump. Go figure. He’s going to be one of the people representing us in the XHF End of Days tournament!



BILLY FOWLER: Why do we bother with the XHF Network again? What’s wrong with the EFZ Network?



JOSEPH GREER: Beyond the fact that it shut down?



BILLY FOWLER: Oh right.



Dagvald Riddik steps into the ring, handing his title belt over to the ref to show off. Dagvald looks across the ring to Andi Snow with a wide, threatening smile. Andi’s hand quickly goes to her scalp where Dagvald had attempted to rip it away from her skull not long ago.



As the bell rings to start the match, Dagvald begins slowly walking across the ring with his hands at his sides. He leers threateningly at Andi as he slowly stalks her.



He takes a swing that Andi quickly dodges with a cartwheel to the side. Dagvald turns to the new direction, but catches a drop kick to the jaw that staggers him backwards a few steps. He takes another swing that’s ducked as Andi hits a quick spear, lifting Dagvald up, and then hitting an inverted atomic drop to rack the NeoNordist!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh, I feel that deep in my balls.



BILLY FOWLER: Andi putting her gymnastic skills to good use.



Andi reaches for Dagvald, but catches a fist to the gut. Dagvald cradles the back of Andi’s neck with one arm to bring her closer to him so he can slam her with one headbutt after another. He releases her so that she can turn and fall down to her knees.



He grabs her by the hair, bringing his knee up to slam her in the side of the face a few times with his knee before tossing her to the mat.



JOSEPH GREER: All those gymnastic skills and speed do little good if you let your power based opponent catch you.



TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t let that brute bully you, Andi! Get up and get him!



BILLY FOWLER: Just cheering her on so that she wins that Playboy pictorial?



TOMMY ONIONS: You know it! Though I think I would prefer that she pose for Hustler so that we could get a shot of pink and a money shot.



JOSEPH GREER: Just disgusting, Tommy. Absolutely abhorrent!



Dagvald picks Andi up from the mat and lifts her high into the air for a power bomb. Andi drills him with a couple of punches to the face to stun him and hits a hurricanrana. She jumps to her feet, leaping as Dagvald rises up to bring him back down to the mat with a headscissors takedown!



Before Dagvald can get back to his feet, Andi hits a standing moonsault, and goes for the pinfall!



One



Two



Thre-Dagvald kicks out!



BILLY FOWLER: Andi nearly the new Legacy champion right there!



TOMMY ONIONS: Whoo hoo! Go, titties! I mean, Andi!



JOSEPH GREER: Jesus, you can be such a stereotype!



TOMMY ONIONS: I’m like a fucking onions, Joey. I have layers!



Andi stands up, waiting for Dagvald to rise up. She nails a superkick, but he refuses to go down! She grabs him by the arm and whips him into the corner where he does go down into a seated position!



Andi takes off running across the ring to jump and hit a bronco buster, but Dagvald hits a hard right hand that sends her flying backward to where she curls up into a ball while rolling around on the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: OH MY GAWD, HE JUST PUNCHED HER RIGHT IN THE FUCKING PUSSY!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s just low.



BILLY FOWLER: Where was he going to hit her when that’s what’s flying at you?



Dagvald waits for Andi to rise up to her knees and sneaks up behind her. She hits a back elbow and a snapmare to bring Dagvald down to the mat. She springs to the top rope, steadies herself, and hits 450 splash!



Andi rolls away to her feet, waits for Dagvald to rise up, and hits a running bulldog! She goes for the cover, the ref quickly getting into position.



One



Tw-Dagvald kicks out!



Andi kneels up, looking perturbed. She gets to her feet and waits for Dagvald to get up. She runs to the corner for the springboard tornado ddt, except that Dagvald doesn’t go down! Instead, he holds onto her, spins, and slams her down to rack her on the top turnbuckle!



Dagvald climbs to the second turnbuckle, lifts her up, and takes a hurricanrana through the commentary table!



Both Dagvald and Andi lay in the ruins of the table as the commentary people work to get back on the air. Andi is the first to get up, making her way back to the ring. She climbs up to the top rope as Dagvald lays in the ruins of the table.



Andi lifts her arms into the air, leaps into the air, and connects with Dagvald’s knees! He turns to the side, dumping Andi next to him. The ref stands in the ring, but doesn’t start counting them out.



Dagvald pulls Andi up, hefts her into the air by the throat, and slams her against the ring apron before rolling her into the ring and following. A fresh table is brought out to the ringside as Dagvald slowly gets to his feet in the ring.



BILLY FOWLER: I don’t mind a 3D experience, but that was a bit too far!



TOMMY ONIONS: Welcome to our fucking world.



JOSEPH GREER: What he said minus the cursing.



In the ring, Dagvald locks in a Kimura lock on a basically unconscious Andi.



JOSEPH GREER: Victory or Valhalla!



TOMMY ONIONS: Valhalla! Wake up, Andi!



BILLY FOWLER: Between the rana and the botched high risk move, I don’t think Andi has anything left.



The ref checks Andi to see that she’s totally out. He signals for the bell to be rung.



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match and STILL RSW Legacy champion…Dagvald Riddik!



TOMMY ONIONS: Does this mean that Andi isn’t going to get naked?



JOSEPH GREER: She isn’t the champion. I would imagine that will be the outcome of it all. No belt, no photo shoot.



BILLY FOWLER: You can always work your imagination. I’m sure you’ve already seen her that way in your head.



TOMMY ONIONS: I just want to compare notes and all. You know, to see if the truth lives up to expectations.



Dagvald celebrates in the ring as The ref checks on Andi.



BILLY FOWLER: So, Dagvald stays in the ring to wait for Lex Collins? That quickly?



TOMMY ONIONS: You know it! The fucker took a beating from my Andi and now has to be concerned with Lex. Fucking karma for ruining my, I mean Andi’s, photo shoot.



JOSEPH GREER: It all comes down to a naked woman, doesn’t it?



TOMMY ONIONS: You know it does!