..::Anonymous TV: United States Tour | 15/10/18::..
Oct 1, 2018 19:09:23 GMT -5
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..::ANONYMOUS XTREME WRESTLING PRESENTS::..
..::ANONYMOUS TV::..
We cut open to the Global Theatre in Los Angeles, California as the American fans go wild, the cameras pan across the venue showing it off in all it's beauty, before cutting to Derrick Donovan and BB Gunn standing atop the entrance ramp, microphones in hand.
Derrick Donovan: Welcome back to the AXW United States Tour! We're live in the Global Theatre in beautiful Los Angeles California! I'm Derrick Donovan, and joining me as always is "Boom Boom" BB Gunn!
BB Gunn: Thanks Dono, and man is it great to be here in LA! The sun, the beaches, the lovely ladies!
Derrick Donovan: We're not here for any of that, BB! We're here for the hard hitting action that only AXW could offer up!
BB Gunn: You right, you right. And boy, what a hard hitting night of action we have in store for this lovely crowd in attendance, and for the millions watching on totally legal streams around the world!
Derrick Donovan: Ever since Final Frontier, the AVA have been tearing a path of destruction through some of our top stars. Dunne and James took out Natural Born Chaos, and tonight Caffrey has his hands full with a former Undisputed Champion, The Anomoly, in what's sure to be a mega-clash of the ages!
BB Gunn: Then, Jack James goes one on one with the number one contender to the XHF European Championship, Roger Riggs. I'm telling you, DD, this bout, it's gonna be DAAAAANGEROUS!
Derrick Donovan: ...Anywho, our wonderful President Curtis D. Kanyon, who's lost his chance at a potential rematch for the AXW Undisputed Championship, will take on the former Chaos Kid. I can't wait to see the outcome of that match! It'll be a slugfest you won't want to miss!
BB Gunn: And finally, kicking off the show tonight is Wellington Dunne, fresh off a glorious win in his debut. and King Edmund the Fourth, who's fresh off a loss. Mutt will surely have some punishment to dish out after his royal highness was robbed of the European Championship shot. With AVA in three matches tonight, will their dominance continue? Or will they crumble like James Raymond's Undisputed Championship reign?
Derrick Donovan: Well buckle up, BB! We're about to find out. It all...
BB Gunn: Starts...
Both: NOW!
There’s a cut in the feed, followed by a blackout for five seconds. A graphic appears on screen and as the words scroll, it reads: “The following message is brought to you by the AVA, and does not represent AXW as a whole. Mostly because the AXW is full of inferior idiots.”
We see a podium and the members of the AVA: Jack James, Wellington Dunne, and Anthony Caffrey. Their logo is right in the center of the podium, and the leader of the group, Anthony Caffrey, speaks at the podium as the other two stare at the camera menacingly. The crowd boos them loudly.
Anthony Caffrey: It has come to our attention that we have been asked to apologize for our actions in the past few weeks. You see, the AVA has already paid malicious fines that have been used to help keep the lights on and the wrestlers on the roster paid, but that is not enough for the upper establishment. That being said, we will now list the actions that we have been asked to apologize for.
Caffrey steps away from the podium. Jack James takes the podium. He reads from a sheet of paper.
James: We have been asked to apologize for ruining the Final Frontier match between Anomoly and Jackson Steele. Our actions in the match have been deemed unacceptable, including, but not limited to: assaulting the five men participating in the match with steel chairs, beating the pulp out of DDT Security with the Professional Plex and the Wild RIde, ripping apart Anomoly’s ankle with his twisted brand of fun, potentially breaking the ribs of a Mr. Jackson Steele, and finally, subjecting Anomoly to the violence and pain that comes from the Last Word.
The crowd continues to boo as Caffrey has been counting along the number of his crimes on his fingers. Wellington Dunne takes the podium as Jack James moves back to Dunne’s spot. Dunne also reads off the prepared statement on the paper.
Dunne: We’ve also been asked to apologize for our repeated use of the word asshole. Constantly calling ourselves assholes has offended parents of younger, more impressionable viewers…
Jack snickers on the side. Caffrey reprimands him.
Caffrey: Hey! Be serious! We don’t want the AXW taking more money out of our pockets to afford keeping the lights on or sending more trash wrestlers to get their asses kicked by us.
Jack nods as Dunne continues to speak.
Dunne: We are also to apologize for our actions on the last episode of Anonymous TV. This includes, but is not limited to: assaulting James Raymond with a steel chair, Jack James stepping on the Undisputed Championship and tarnishing its legacy, destroying the ring skirt like it was on a woman one of us had taken home on a Friday night, assaulting members of AXW Security and referees, for breaking the ring…
Caffrey realizes that he has run out of fingers to count on. He takes over the podium.
Caffrey: For spitting on the Undisputed Championship, for assaulting both members of the commentary team, including breaking AXW property and any pride BB Gunn had left, for being briefly effeminate in an otherwise very masculine sport by blowing a kiss and upsetting our conservative viewers, and perhaps most importantly of all, we are supposed to apologize to James Raymond for costing him the Undisputed Championship…
Caffrey holds the microphone attached to the podium to ask how many things they were supposed to apologize for in total. James responds, “I don’t know, a lot?” Caffrey snickers.
Caffrey: And for all of that, on behalf of the AXW and supreme leader V, we say… sorry…
Caffrey smiles his trademark sinister showman smile.
Caffrey …not sorry.
The crowd boos fiercely.
Caffrey: If anything, that bum ass fisherman Nate Pierce owes US an apology for trying to one-up our spotlight. Pierce, you have proven to all of us that you are nothing special, and the fact is clear as day that you only hold the Undisputed Championship because of us and our destruction. And did you once, in the past two weeks, reach out and say thank you? How about buying us a round of drinks? No. You have chosen to build your legacy by using our work as your foundation. That is a house that simply will not stand. Your day will also come, just like it has for everyone else who we’ve laid to waste so far, and we will take the Undisputed Championship when that day comes and put it on its proper pedestal, away from all of the trash wrestlers that we have and will continue to decimate as we wreak havoc on this entire company. This is the AVA, and we will have our way.
Caffrey smiles as he, James, and Dunne combine to make the letters “AVA” with their hands. The camera cuts back to ringside to get ready for the next match.
The bagpipes to "Funeral for a Son" slowly creep over the speakers. The lights dim, and Dunne walks out in the darkness. The crowd boos, but he remains stone faced, stoic, as he makes his way to the ring, the lights flickering with the beat of the drums. He slowly climbs the steps of the ring, climbing through the ropes as the crowd boo and jeer. He slowly walks to his corner and stands there, not showboating nor pandering to the crowd.
Derrick Donovan: This man is a freak of nature! His feats of strength are unmatchable!
BB Gunn: Well, except for maybe Duke, and...
Plebians - silence yourselves, as the heavens gift you on this special occasion. Your eyes will feast like it never has before. The one. The only. King Edmund William Hickenbottom IV!
BB Gunn: ...this guy.
The lights dim. Two uniformed gentlemen step forward. They blow on their trumpets to signal the introduction of the King of Supremia. After the royal tune, Preliator by Globus plays. After the introduction to the song, Mutt walks out, holding a throne above his heads and shoulders. As he marches down the ring, the two uniformed guards follow. Mutt climbs up the stairs, where the uniformed guards lower the top rope for Mutt to climb over. Mutt places the throne down the center of the ring and then lies on all fours in front of the throne. There, King Hickenbottom steps on the back of Mutt as a stepping stool on the way down.
With a crown on his head and a scepter in his hand, he climbs the ropes to the fans. They all boo him. The king smiles as he descends and exits the ring to allow Mutt to show off exactly what King Hickenbottom IV can do.
Derrick Donovan: Eugh. It's a battle of who's more hated here. The meathead of the AVA, or the meathead king of "Supremia."
BB Gunn: Well, both men are clearly despised by this Los Angeles crowd. But let's see how they square up in the ring.
[DING! DING! DING!]
The bell rings as Mutt, fighting for Edmund, charges at Wellington Dunne. The meathead of the AVA stops his charge instantly, brushing him off and dealing back some blows of his own. Both brawlers go back and forth as the crowd can't decide who to cheer for. Eventually, Dunne gets the upper hand and forces Mutt into the corner, knocking him silly with some MMA styled punches.
Derrick Donovan: AVA's muscle looking strong in the opening moments of this matchup!
BB Gunn: How long can it last though?
Dunne stops his charade and grabs Mutt by the mask, dragging him into the center of the ring and hip tossing him! When Mutt lands on the mat he falls to his knees and applies a headlock, Kind Edmund's bodyguard trying his best to break free. When he does so, Mutt holds onto the arm and maneuvers himself back onto his feet, pulling Dunne in for a headlock of his own. The crowd boo both men as the match continues.
Derrick Donovan: They don't know who to cheer for!
BB Gunn: Can you blame them?
We cut to King Edmund IV at ringside, who, with his scepter, commands orders to Mutt. "APPLY IT HARDER!". Mutt nods his head and wrenches it in some more; Edmund is still not pleased. "HARDER I SAID! HARDER!" Mutt with all the strength he has attempts to squeeze Dunne's head off of his shoulders, but it backfires and the Glasgow Bull reverses the lock with a massive over-the-shoulder scoop slam.
King Edmund IV: STUPID IDIOT!
Mutt slowly gets back to his feet as the Glasgow Bull kicks him in the gut and Irish whips him against the ropes - on the rebound hitting him with a devastating clothesline! Dunne stamps his feet on the mat and taunts the crowd as they boo. He waits for Mutt to rise and when he does so, bounces against the ropes for a stunning lariat!
BB Gunn: I've never seen Mutt be so dominated before!
Derrick Donovan: There's a first for everything, BB!
Dunne scoops Mutt back to his knees before the bodyguard starts to get back into things, he punches the Glasgow Bull in the gut, before following up with another - and another. Mutt's finally back on his feet and shoves Dunne against the ropes, charging for a clothesline of his own! But Dunne ducks under the swing and bounces against the opposite ones; on the rebound hitting Mutt with a massive shoulder block - Mutt doesn't go down.
Derrick Donovan: Mutt's still on his feet!
BB Gunn: It's gonna be a test of strength now!
Dunne shakes his head, almost impressed. He runs against the ropes, looking for another shoulder block - Mutt still doesn't go down. Dunne slaps Mutt on the chest and shouts for him to bounce against the ropes, try and knock the Glasgow Bull down. Mutt remains still and looks over at his lordship; awaiting orders. "SHOW HIM YOUR SUPERIOR PROWESS!". Mutt nods his head and bounces against the ropes hitting Dunne with a massive shoulder block - Dunne remains on his feet.
Derrick Donovan: We might be here all day if this carries on!
BB Gunn: I hope not!
Dunne sadistically smiles and hits the ropes for the final time - but he falls over. The crowd boo heavily as the cameras pan down to his feet, revealing Edmund tripped him up! The referee rushes over to tell Edmund off, but in the moment of distraction Edmund slides brass knuckles through the legs of the ref and over to Mutt; he picks them up as Dunne gets back to his feet and knocks him out.
BB Gunn: HEY! You can't do that!
Derrick Donovan: Referee! Referee!
Mutt throws the brass knucks out of the ring as Edmund shouts for the referee to turn around - when he does so Mutt picks Dunne up and kicks him in the gut, placing his head between his knees, and dropping him with the...
[ROYAL EXECUTION!]
(Double Underhook Piledriver)
Mutt hooks the leg as the referee counts...
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[DING! DING! DING!]
The crowd boo heavily as Mutt falls off of Dunne's body and rolls out of the ring, recuperating with King Edmund IV on the outside. Dunne gets back to his senses and like an angry bull, slowly rises to his knees. He is full of rage and anger; mainly at King Edmund. He motions for him to get in the ring with him - fight him like a man; Edmund refuses. The winning side head to the back, Mutt protecting Edmund at all costs.
Derrick Donovan: And like that it's all over. Big win for King Edmund IV here tonight!
BB Gunn: Don't you mean Mutt?
The last shot is of Dunne, seething with rage - then Edmund, smiling with glee.
We cut to backstage, to see Duke Kosloff and Chaos standing next to a small worried looking interviewer.
Interviewer: So here we hav-
Chaos takes the mic away from the interviewer.
Chaos: Get lost junior, I think we can handle this ourselves.
The interviewer scurries away, fearing NBC.
Chaos: What you have standing in front of you, is the most dominant tag team ever created, and I bet you are at home eating your oversized bag of junk, thinking "I’ve heard that before." The one difference is that we can back up that statement, there was a place called ICW, also known as the home of the icon, we broke every single tag team that faced us, we held that tag team title longer than anyone in that companies history, and you know that during that time I hated this son of a bitch right beside me.
Duke Kosloff: I hated you as well Chaos, in fact I actually remember setting you on fire. But I do that to everyone. The thing is, out of our hate grew a respect, a respect for the skills that each of us possesses. And now, we are on the same page. We are no longer trying to sabotage each other, we are no longer trying to cost each other the tag team gold so we no longer have to work together. Pretty funny we lost the belts because we wanted too, not because the team was better.
Duke Kosloff: Now, we will usher in a new era within the AXW and the XHF Network. The era of Natural Born Chaos.
Chaos: There is a reason why we are standing here right now, and that NBC is handing out an open challenge to any tag team out there who has the balls to step in the ring, and face the Natural Born Chaos at the next AXW show.
Duke Kosloff: Trust us when we say it isn't going to be easy, it isn't going to be about winning or losing. So if you decide to put your big boy pants on and step up to our open challenge you better understand the terms and what's at stake. This match is about SURVIVING!
The shot opens up to a darkened room with only a few dim lights hanging overhead to serve as light sources. In the background, “Cold Skeleton” by Yonosuke Kitamura can be heard playing before suddenly being cranked up to a louder volume that nearly deafens those within the vicinity of the source. On screen, the camera almost seems to be cutting out a few times as erratic images of a person are shown in the room, almost as if they were acting like Slenderman in terms of teleportation and a few times, the figure even takes a few steps forward before teleporting once more. After a long, awkward minute passes, the feed eventually starts to stabilize with the lone figure standing in the middle of the room, arms folded over its chest as vast amounts of sugar skulls are scattered across the floor.
???: So the time to reap has arrived here in AXW…
The feed starts to go haywire again, the figure darting all around the room in the same pose before settling back into the same spot it was before. The only difference now, however, is that some of the skulls are now shattered on the ground, leaving only a few still intact in their respective spots.
???: A place littered with idiocy and run by a masked man who is skeptical, to begin with. It matters not, however, for I have been brought to collect every single skull under this roster.
Once more, the camera starts to freak out again only this time the duration is much shorter as the camera gets a close-up of the figure standing in the room. Stabilizing, the camera shows a skull face staring back into the lens, head slightly tilted to the right. Only one person could fit the bill on this appearance...Bone Devil.
Bone Devil: Watch your backs...because you never know when the Skull Reaper is coming for your neck…
The lights suddenly go out, leaving the viewers in confusion before the lights slowly come back on in the room showing no trace of Bone Devil, and only the remains of the shattered sugar skulls scattered across the room in a vast array of colors. Zooming out, the camera transitions back to ringside with Dono and BB bearing shocked expressions.
Derrick Donovan: Wh-th-just...what?!
BB Gunn: I don’t know either, Dono. That was some freaky shit right there.
Hail to Chief starts to play, but after twenty seconds, it screeches to a halt. Then, "Amerika" by Rammstein begins to play.
"We're all living in Amerika,
Amerika ist wunderbar
We're all living in Amerika,
Amerika, Amerika"
Curtis D. Kanyon emerges from the curtain when the drums kick in. He's got a sledgehammer slung over one shoulder, and a pissed off demeanor on his face.
"Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen
Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen
Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus
und vor Paris steht Micky Maus"
Curtis pounds his chest with his fists then raises the hammer in the air. He walks down to the ring, nodding to the fans. He grabs a "MAKING AMERICA BANG!" sign from a fan and shows it to the camera!
"We're all living in Amerika
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra
We're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika"
Curtis then climbs into the ring and goes to the turnbuckles. He climbs a turnbuckle and pounds his chest. He points to the crowd with his hammer, then hoists it straight up into the air and yells "BANG!" He jumps down and looks ready for action!
Derrick Donovan: The President of the United States, folks. What a freaking riot this guy is!
BB Gunn: The cheers for the POTUS are thunderous! He's looking to reclaim lost momentum, now that he's lost his championship AND his shot at a potential rematch!
Derrick Donovan: Well to do that, he'll need to dispose of his opponent tonight.
CDK's music dies down, and the crowd, anticipating his opponent, begin a thunderous chant.
[...CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!...]
...
The crowd erupts as "Like a Storm" blasts through the sound systems! Chaos strides out, oozing confidence, as Phobia sulks behind him, clearly not a fan of the bangin' tunes. Chaos looks to the left, then looks to the right, he kneels down on his left leg, cupping his hands over his face, as soon as the lyric “Let the Chaos bring you to life” hits, he stands up and walk to the ring with meaning. He slides under the rope as Phobia keeps a pace behind him. He nods to CDK, and sheds his jacket. His music then dies down, and the crowd begin to chant again!
[...CHAOS! BANG! CHAOS! BANG!...]
Derrick Donovan: The crowd is unglued! Two of the most beloved on this roster will clash in a battle of dominion!
BB Gunn: What a die-hard crowd we have in attendance tonight! Speaking of that clash, it begins right now!
Curtis, still frustrated over losing his Undisputed Championship, looks to end this match early with an attempt to BANG! but Chaos saw it come coming and ducked out of the way. Chaos goes on the offensive with some clubbing blows to the back of Curtis. Curtis goes down to his knees as he drags himself to the middle of the ring before leaping up off the mat and pushing Chaos back. Both men attack each other with stiff forearm strikes, followed up by another, and then another before Chaos swings around for a back elbow but Curtis counters and goes for a Back Suplex but Chaos lands on his feet and drops Curtis with a Back Suplex into a Facebuster.
Derrick Donovan: Already this fight is off to an explosive start, Chaos getting the upper hand on the former Champion is quite the unusual sight to see.
BB Gunn: This is a stronger Chaos than we've seen in the past, now with his alignment with Duke Kosloff can see a huge landscape to the Tag Team Division.
Curtis gets back to his feet as Chaos throws a hard right to the jaw of Curtis, he stumbles back into the corner as Chaos lays into Curtis but he overpowers Chaos and throws Chaos into the corner. Curtis throws some stiff gut punches before taking a few steps back and runs towards Chaos with a splash into the corner. Chaos slowly walks forward and Curtis picks him up for a Sidewalk Slam. With Chaos laying on the mat, Curtis goes for a pinfall.
[...ONE!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Chaos kicks out at One, Curtis gets back to his feet and pulls up Chaos as a USA chant breaks out for the POTUS, but Chaos suckered in Curtis and delivers some right hooks. He Irish Whips Curtis to the ropes but Curtis slides under the bottom rope, Curtis walks around the ring to rebuild his momentum and energy but he's confronted by Lethe. He takes some steps back but walks back into Chaos who whips Curtis back into the ring. Curtis seizes his opportunity and stomps at Chaos as he slides into the ring. Curtis picks up Chaos and drops him with a Powerbomb.
BB Gunn: And now Curtis has the advantage over Chaos, this has Instant Classic written all over it!
Curtis picks up Chaos into a Reverse DDT position, he lifts him up and is seeming to hit the Vicious Spiral but as he twists Chaos around, he lands on his feet and hits Curtis with a Running Knee to the Head, Curtis drops as Chaos signals for the Chaos Drop. He pulls the 290 pound President to his feet and lifts him up but the dead weight of Curtis is too much for Chaos to hold. Curtis comes back to life and locks up the arms of Chaos for the World Breaker. He jumps over Chaos but Chaos somehow manages to keep Curtis at a vertical base, Chaos breaks his arms out of the hold and grabs the legs of Curtis to drop him on his head with a Dude Buster.
Derrick Donovan: How did Chaos do that? He wasn't able to lift Curtis up on his shoulders but able to hit him with such a move?
BB Gunn: Whatever the reason, that was amazing.
Derrick Donovan: You're not wrong about that.
Chaos heads to the top rope and connects with a Corkscrew Shooting Star Press, he then makes a pinfall attempt on Curtis.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...TH- NO!...]
Curtis kicked out at Two with Chaos in no surprise that he's still in the match, he climbs back to the top rope again but Curtis meets Chaos at the top. They engage in a brawl on the top rope but Curtis gets the upper hand, Curtis then tries to place Chaos in a Piledriver position but Chaos counters and hits a Sunset Flip Powerbomb onto Curtis, he rolls over upon impact of the Powerbomb and onto his knees where Chaos connects with another Knee to the head of Curtis and pins him.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...TH- NO!...]
Once again, Curtis hasn't given in and is still alive and kicking in this fight. He damage is kicking into Curtis as he starts to breathe heavily. Chaos runs towards the ropes but Curtis meets him there with a knee to the gut, Curtis then picks Chaos up onto his shoulders and falls over to hit a Samoan Drop on Chaos. Both men are worn out as the slowly take their time getting to their feet, Curtis makes it first and attempts another BANG! but once again, Chaos dodges. As Chaos turns back around to Curtis, he gets struck with
[KANYON CUTTER]
(Diamond Cutter)
Curtis rolls over Chaos for the pin
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THRE- NO!...]
A very close near fall for Chaos as he rolls himself over to the ropes. Curtis gets to his feet and picks up Chaos, he locks Chaos' arms into a Pedigree position but instead of a World Breaker, he lifts Chaos into a Powerbomb hold and launches him into the corner. Chaos takes no effect and drives his knee once again into the skull of Curtis, this time Curtis takes no effect and goes for the Vicious Spiral, just like last time Chaos lands on his feet and goes for a Reverse Rana but Curtis catches Chaos, he twists him around into a Powerbomb position and lowers him down before dropping Chaos on his head with a Sitout Piledriver.
[...HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!...]
Derrick Donovan: What an unbelievable sequence by both men!
BB Gunn: Kanyon looks to have this match over soon.
Curtis thinks about pinning Chaos but picks Chaos up onto his shoulders and connects with
[CHAOS DROP]
(Timebomb)
BB Gunn: With his own move!
Derrick Donovan: Hol' up, BB. He's not done yet.
Curtis heads towards the corner and stalks Chaos as he gets to his feet, he runs towards Chaos but he catches Curtis' head between his legs and hits a Canadian Destroyer on Curtis.
[...HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!...]
With the fans chanting, Chaos wastes no time and picks up Curtis and hits
[CHAOS DROP]
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THRE- NO!...]
Derrick Donovan: HOW?!
BB Gunn: MY GOODNESS!
[...THIS IS AWESOME!! clap clap clapclapclap THIS IS AWESOME!! clap clap clapclapclap...]
Chaos looks around in shock, he cannot believe Curtis kicked out. Chaos heads for the corner and readies himself for another deadly knee strike but Lethe's personality changes as watches Curtis not giving in. She's turned into Phobia and pulls out a chair and slides it into the ring, she attempts to enter the ring but is stopped by Chaos and the referee, Chaos exits the ring to calm her down. After calming her down he enters the ring but Lethe's breakdown meant more time for Curtis, once Chaos stands up he's met with
[BANG!!!]
(The Gore)
Derrick Donovan: BAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
But Curtis takes things one step further, he takes Chaos to the corner and lifts him up onto the top rope, he climbs up to the top rope and gets Chaos into position. He looks around as the fans cheer for the President to do it, he lifts him up and drops him for
[HOLY SHIT PILEDRIVER]
(Piledriver off the top rope)
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING! DING!...]
BB Gunn: WHAT. A. FIGHT.
Derrick Donovan: These two proved they are top contenders of AXW, and their futures are bright!
Curtis raises his arms in victory as he rolls himself out of the ring and heads up the ramp. Lethe checks on her brother who is still laid out on the mat. Our final shot is Curtis standing atop the ramp looking out to the crowd before showing Lethe staring at Curtis.
[...OCTOBER 10TH, 14:00...]
We transition into a shot of Water Grill; a highly rated restaurant here in Los Angeles, California. Killa Kai is seen walking in through the front door and up to a server – she looks at him and smiles, before noticing his reckless wear and sneering.
Waiter: Uh, this way sir.
She leads him past all the posh tables near the front of the restaurant; heading to the back in a dark, shady corner. She points and insincerely smiles.
Waiter: Your waiter will be with you in a minute.
As she leaves Kai is left to survey his surroundings, it’s so dark he can barely see the tables around him. A single dimly lighted bulb above his head flickers and coils; he shakes his head and takes a seat – one chair leg being shorter than the other, leading to an unbalanced seating position. He sighs, before picking up the menu and contemplating what to eat.
Munch… Munch… Munch…
Kai’s confused, whoever is eating sure is eating rather loudly. He ignores it at first, but the munching gets louder and louder to the point that Kai can’t stand it anymore.
Munch… Munch… Munch…
Kai slowly lowers the menu from his face and stares forward into the darkness; that’s where the sound is coming from. He notices a silhouette in the distance; not any normal silhouette – a silhouette the size of a giant. He squints his eyes, trying to get a better view of the figure. That’s when it clicks. He sure knows who this is…
Killa Kai: Dreadvan?
The munching comes to an abrupt stop as though the silhouette just got the biggest shock of it’s life. We see them slowly lower their chicken wings and place them on the table. A light flickers above their head and in that instance, we can immediately tell whom the large shadow belongs to.
Dreadvan: Killa Kai?
Killa Kai: What are you doing here?
Dreadvan: Well I presume I’m here for the same thing you are in here for!
Killa Kai: Food?
Dreadvan: Mhm.
Both men fall silent as Dread picks his chicken wings back up and begins to munch on them some more; Kai watches him, pure confusion stricken on his once grave face.
Killa Kai: Very weird how we both came to the same restaurant, no?
Dreadvan doesn’t put his chicken wings down this time, he continues to eat them in the absence of light. Kai watches on.
Dreadvan: I’m always eating; wherever there’s food you’ll find me.
Killa Kai: Yeah; but isn’t it weird how we both came to the same one? Plus, you’re a demon, I would have thought you wouldn’t want to show your face in public.
Dreadvan: Why’d you think they put me at the back? With all this End of Days stuff going on and the AXW United States tour I had no choice but to eat in a public restaurant; I simply don’t have the time to eat in private.
Kai rubs his chin, perplexed at the demon’s last comment. Dreadvan falls silent again, besides his ever-present munching. Kai picks the menu back up and tries to re-focus on what to eat. He notices some fish fillet and licks his lips.
Dreadvan: So, uh Kai, how’d you feel End of Days is going for you?
Kai slowly lowers the menu and sighs; why’s he still talking to him? He dully replies.
Killa Kai: Good; you?
Dreadvan laughs and we see the shadows of food flying everywhere – from off his chin and out of his mouth.
Dreadvan: It’s been great so far! It isn’t even over yet, which pleases me a lot – destroying people is what I love the most. Say, what you going to do if you are to meet me in the finals?
Kai’s eyes widen; he never thought of that. If it does come down to it, Dreadvan may have to face the killer. Kai doesn’t know how to respond; then thinks of a witty comeback.
Killa Kai: A good wrestler never lets off their game plan, Dread. You should know that.
Dreadvan laughs again, this time more vigorous and almost vicious. Then he slams his fist on the table; arrogance consuming him.
Dreadvan: No really, what are you going to do. I’m basically eight foot, five hundred and fifty pounds – you’re what? Five eleven and one seventy pounds? I’d squash you like a bug. You’re no match for me.
Kai scoffs before shaking his head; almost peeved off at the size comment.
Killa Kai: You know what, I hope I do face you in the finals Dread – then I can prove you wrong.
Dreadvan: Prove me wrong? PROVE ME WRONG?!
His laugh echoes throughout the whole restaurant, so much so that literally everyone is looking over at the dark dingy corner. His voice is booming, so loud that anyone outside could even hear it.
Dreadvan: You are a funny man Kai! I like you! If we weren’t enemies I feel as though we’d have made good friends!
The staff of the restaurant soon come bounding over to Dreadvan; politely asking him to leave for his disruption and blatant nuisance. He refuses; Kai sits there and watches it all, quietly laughing to himself.
Dreadvan: What do you MEAN I have to leave?! I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!
Still, the staff are persistent. The chefs have come out of the kitchen now, bounding over also and helping their co-workers in ridding the restaurant of this foul beast. Everyone’s watching; Kai remarks to himself:
Killa Kai: Oh Dreadvan.
MAKE WAY FOR THE PROFESSIONAL!
"The One and Only" by Chesney Hawks is heard booming from the speakers. Jack James makes his way out, signalling for a single spotlight to be shone at the top of the ramp, in which he stands and soaks in the crowd's jeers. The spotlight follows him to the apron, where he rips off his suit and shows his muscles off to the crowd, before pretending to throw his sunglasses to a lucky fan, when in fact he just places them on a cushion at ringside. James enters the ring and does a full twirl to the hard camera before backing off to the corner and performing a Shawn Michaels-esque turnbuckle lean.
Derrick Donovan: Jack James is cool, calm, and collected heading into this matchup! After a superior performance alongside Dunne last show, he's here now to prove he isn't just an excellent tag team specialist, but that he can run the solo route too!
BB Gunn: In my opinion, he's a bit over rated. All that money's gotten to his head.
Derrick Donovan: You're just jealous you're not as rich as him.
BB Gunn: Touche.
"Lethal Weapon" by Mark Ayres graces the PA system and the crowd begin to cheer. Out from the back, swaggerin' like no tomorrow, is none other then the number one contender to the XHF European Championship, Roger Riggs. He dons a shirt, a picture of Dreadvan in a crosshairs on the front and on the back, the words "Third Time's the Charm." He spins around a few times, showing off this cool piece of merch, and walks down the ramp. He makes a beeline for the ring, and slides in, face to face with James, who sneers in his face. Riggs climbs the nearest turnbuckle and rips off his shirt, Uncle Rogan-like. Except, it's a button-up, so he really just pops a few buttons and has to wrestle it off of him. He then turns around and flexes towards Jack, who yawns in response.
Derrick Donovan: James is clearly unimpressed with Rigg's act.
BB Gunn: Who wouldn't be? He's challenging Dreadvan for the European Championship, yet is 0-2 against the Demon.
Derrick Donovan: Well the time for talking about Dreadvan is over, because we've got a fight on our hands!
BB Gunn: A DAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS fight!
Derrick Donovan: ...
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Riggs and James circle each other in the ring. Riggs, clearly the bigger of the two men, begins to slowly advance on the Professional of the AVA. James smiles, and as Riggs backs him into the corner, he rolls down under the bottom rope, much to the dismay of the crowd! He walks slowly in front of the rail that separates the crowd from the ringside area, and begins to flex and show off his muscles, smiling all the while. Riggs just leans against the ropes, arguing with the ref. Coming to no definitive answer, Riggs slides under the ropes and charges at James, clobbering him with a huge clothesline that sends him tumbling to the floor!
Derrick Donovan: Look at the sick way Jack James' head bounced off the concrete! Very unprofessional!
BB Gunn: What's unprofessional is his attitude towards the fans, to V, and to AXW as a whole. Did you hear his remarks in the opening segment tonight?
James tries to crawl away, Riggs hot on his trail. He slithers his way back into the ring, and as Riggs climbs through the middle rope to follow suite, James blasts him with a series of fists and stomps, pounding him into a stain on the mat! The crowd boo heavily as James does a twirl in the ring, bowing to each side of the ring. He then walks over to Riggs and grabs him by the head and dragging him to the center of the ring by his mullet, before planting him with a sickening thud, courtesy of a...
[...FACELIFT DDT!...]
(Floatover DDT with Theatrics)
Derrick Donovan: Beautiful move by the Professional!
BB Gunn: You may not like what Jack James has to say about anything, you may not like his arrogance, but you have to agree his showman's style of wrestling is a beautiful thing!
James turns around, giving the camera a nice look at his rear, where the word "Professional" is written in a red, script-like font across his trunks.
Derrick Donovan: What calligraphy!
But as he's distracted by the camera and showing off, Riggs makes it to his feet. He charges at James, who turns around only to be lifted up and planted with a traditional mat slam! The crowd roars for Riggs, who showboats a bit of his own, even climbing the turnbuckle and posing for the fans!
Derrick Donovan: This match has turned into a battle of who can pander more to the fans, and it looks like Riggs is the clear winner!
BB Gunn: Oh absolutely Dono! The crowd is firmly behind the Lethal Weapon, and squarely against the AVA's Technical Professional!
As Riggs stands still posing, it is now Jack James' turn to attack Riggs as he's distracted. He grabs a handful of Riggs' hair, and yanks him down head/neck first from the top rope! Riggs crumples to the mat as James makes a pinfall attempt!
[...ONE...]
[...TW-KICKOUT!,,,]
Derrick Donovan: Riggs is able to get his shoulder up in time and save himself from an embarrassing loss to Jack James!
BB Gunn: If Jack had successfully pinned Riggs there, you'd have to think he'd be in serious contention for the European Championship, perhaps even getting a shot before Riggs!
James, furious at Riggs' ability to kickout still, begins an all out assault on Riggs! Lethal kicks and stomps, raining hell on the top contender to the European Championship! He grabs Riggs by the hair, screaming profanities into his face, before grabbing him in a waist lock! The crowd sense what's coming, and begin to jeer. James lifts Riggs up...
[...THE PROFESSIONAL PLEX!...]
(Release German Suplex)
and hits him with the Professional Plex! No! Riggs flipped over and is on his feet! He runs the ropes! Bounces, going back and forth(like Roman at WM33), a third time, fourth, James is desperately attempting attacks to hit Riggs, but to no avail! He's deadlocked in the Lethal Weapon's sights! He bounces one final time...
[...THE LETHAL WEAPON...]
(Extra Stiff Running Front Dropkick)
The crowd in the Global Theatre EXPLODE as Riggs nails James with one of the most beautiful dropkicks they've ever seen! He scrambles over to the dizzied AVA member, ready to end this once and for all.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE...]
The Global Theatre crowd explodes yet again as Riggs defeats Jack James! He hops up and immediately slides out of the ring, doing laps as the crowd chant his name!
[...RIGGS! RIGGS! RIGGS! RIGGS!...]
BB Gunn: The crowd are very much behind our Number One contender, and he's gaining huge momentum heading into his rematch with Dreadvan!
Derrick Donovan: You think that match will be the one where Riggs achieves his dream and wins the European Championship? Or will our demon send him to the pits of hell yet again?
BB Gunn: Only time will tell, Dono.
Riggs walks up the ramp, all smiles as James kneels in the center of the ring, frustrated at the outcome.
The opening of “Black or White” by Bleeding In Stereo starts to reverberate in the arena, bringing the crowd up onto their feet in loud cheers as the newly crowned AXW Undisputed Champion, Nate Pierce, steps out onto the stage dressed in his Hartford Whalers jersey and jeans with the championship slung over his shoulder. A slight grin graces his lips as he looks out to the cheering crowd before making his way down the ramp.
Derrick Donovan: Here he is BB! Our newly crowned Undisputed Champion!
BB Gunn: I swear you get a hard-on everytime he walks out here.
In the aisle, Pierce exchanges high fives with some of the fans before making his way up the steel steps and into the ring. Walking over to the far side, he pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, raising the belt into the air proceeded by louder cheers from the fans in the first few rows. A ringside attendant hands him a microphone as he steps down from the corner, soon making his way to the middle of the ring while the crowd continues to buzz all around him.
[...PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE!...]
The smile still has yet to leave the champ’s face as he looks out into the crowd, raising the mic up to his lips.
Nate: Goooooooood evening, Los Angeles!
The crowd erupts into more cheers.
Nate: God damn, I can’t remember the last time I addressed a crowd like this. Just goes to show you how old I’m getting at this point, but at least I’m still able to kick ass in this industry!
He chuckles into the mic.
Nate: Aside from that, I just want to say that I never would’ve expected myself to quickly rise up to the world title scene after my debut a few months ago in that tag match I was thrown into. It wasn’t the best way to start off, especially after being gone from the industry for over three years only to be inactive for another month following the match.
He adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Nate: After coming back from that brief hiatus, I learned of the triple threat I was being thrown into against the damn slippery bastard, Roger Riggs, and the man who most likely has a personal grudge against me, Price. In the end, I was lucky to pick up such a win after being away from you folks for a month’s time. That win practically gave me the energy to go into Final Frontier and take a shot at the Battle Royale in an attempt to hunt down Moby Dick.
The Whaler pats the face of the title a few times, earning some more cheers from the Los Angeles crowd.
Nate: Luckily enough, it appeared in my peripherals and after handing one last guy a Deep Sea Plunge, I secured my golden ticket for a title shot any time anywhere. I won’t lie, I still don’t know to this day as to how I managed to come out victorious in that fiasco but here we are now. One show later, I cashed-in on James Raymond and took the AXW Undisputed Championship straight from his hands and now stand here, in front of all of you fine folks, as your newly crowned champion.
Some applause erupts in various sections of the crowd before the entire arena joins in on the ovation given to The Whaler.
Nate: Honestly, I really don’t know what’s next after this other than to constantly keep myself in top shape and prepare for who my first challenger is going to be. Only time will tell as to who will get the lucky ticket but until then, I want to thank you all for being the supportive fans that you are in watching do what we do best in this industry. Hope you all have a good rest of your evening and I will see you all next time!
“Black or White” plays up again while the crowd cheers as Nate exits the ring, exchanging fives with more fans in the aisle as he goes back up the ramp.
Derrick Donovan: Rather straightforward for such a big guy.
BB Gunn: Sometimes it’s best, Dono. No one wants to hear someone drone on and on about some bullcrap.
Derrick Donovan: Solid point, BB.
"My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark" plays from the PA, and the crowd shakes in thunderous boos, as the man who is now the most hated in AXW walks out from the back. Cocky, smug, arrogant. That is what Anthony Caffrey embodies. The UnLegend walks down the ramp, smirking as he collects boos from the crowd. As he reaches the ring, he puts his foot on the steps, and pauses. He then points to it, and makes a snapping motion, sending a message to his opponent. He casually smiles, and proceeds climbing into the ring. He walks to his corner and perches atop the turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent with a smile plastered on his face.
Derrick Donovan: Years from now, when people look back on our early years of AXW, they will say with confidence that Caffrey is one of the most hated men of AXW!
BB Gunn: Right alongside the likes of Rob Arnold and Anomoly, of course! Speaking of el Masky Boi...
The arena falls silent, and the opening riffs to "A New Level" by Pantera play. The crowd knows who this song is for, and they boo. They boo loudly, resentfully. Out from the curtain steps The Anomoly, who stands there enjoying the reaction of the crowd. He slowly walks down the aisle, brushing off a few fan's attempts at getting selfies and autographs with Mr. Undisputed. He reaches the ringside area, and climbs up the steps. He smirks, and enters the ring. He takes his gum and goes to spit it at the crowd, but then pauses, turns to Caffrey, who's come down off the turnbuckle, and spits it right in Caffrey's face!
Derrick Donovan: That was uncalled for!
BB Gunn: Seriously. The audacity of this man!
The crowd thunderously boo at the showing of disrespect, but Caffrey smiles and flicks the gum off of him. The two combatants meet in the center of the ring, nose to nose, talking smack like there's no tomorrow! The referee tries to separate the two, but to no avail. He sighs, and signals for the bell to be rung.
Anthony Caffrey vs The Anomoly
[...DING! DING!...]
Both men stand in the middle of the ring, staring a hole through each other after Anomoly's vulgar display of disrespect. Caffrey looks relatively unfazed considering he just got spat at.
[...SLAP!...]
Anomoly nearly slaps the smile off Caffrey's face and both men commence hammering each other with hard shots.
BB Gunn: Shit! There's no love lost between these guys!
Derrick Donovan: For sure! Though Anomoly has spent the last few shows being beaten to a pulp by Caffrey and his friends!
Neither man wants to relent! Both men are hitting each other with all the strength in their bodies as the passion is over flowing. Eventually, Anomoly comes out on top by gouging the eyes of Caffrey before getting yelled at by the Referee. Anomoly throws Caffrey into the corner and continues the assault, delivering a few shots to the body as Caffrey tries to defend himself. The Referee finally manages to separate the two men as Anomoly raises his hands to show that he is clear of the situation. All of a sudden, Caffrey throws Anomoly into the corner, delivering a ton of shots of his own, alternating between the body and face of Anomoly, reacting to Anomoly's attempts to cover up.
Derrick Donovan: You know, the more I look at Anthony Caffrey...Does he look familiar to you?
BB Gunn: I don't know. I feel like I've seen him before, but I can't place it. He has never wrestled for AXW and I'm pretty sure not in the UK either!
Finally, the Referee separates the men again and Anomoly stumbles out of the corner. Caffrey grabs him by the head, setting him up for Brotherly Love, but the moment the arm locks around his neck, Anomoly drops and rolls to the ropes for a little cover.
Derrick Donovan: Impressive reactions by Anomoly there!
Caffrey heads to the ropes and grabs Anomoly by the head, trying to pull him back into the ring off the apron. Anomoly tries to fight it, holding onto the ropes before the Referee yells at Caffrey to keep the match flowing. As Caffrey turns to argue with the Referee, Anomoly grabs him by the hair, smashing the back of his head down onto the mat with a THUD. The crowd boo Anomoly relentlessly. Anomoly hops into the ring and dives right onto Caffrey for a cover, but Caffrey kicks out before the Referee has even dropped to his knees for the count. Anomoly applies a top hammerlock to Caffrey, who struggles against the hold, trying to counter it. Anomoly wrenches on the hold as Caffrey tries to get out before realising that he's stuck. In an act of desperation, Caffrey drops onto his arse in the middle of the ring, causing Anomoly's jaw to hit the back of his own head. Anomoly snaps back, stumbling around for a second or two from the shock of the impact and Caffrey is back to his feet, wasting no time with taking Anomoly down with a headscissors take down right into a side headlock.
Derrick Donovan: What a brilliant technical display there by Anthony Caffrey!
BB Gunn: Yeah, the technical ability required to transition between the holds there was great, yet Caffrey made it look seamless!
Caffrey wrenches on his own hold as Anomoly is now on the receiving end of the pain. A few seconds go by as Anomoly looks for his own counter, before going for the desperation pin, rolling Caffrey back onto his shoulders.
[...ONE!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Caffrey relinquishes his grip on Anomoly's head in order to escape the pinfall. Both men are back to their feet and Anomoly charges Caffrey, but Caffrey side steps him and hits an armdrag as Anomoly comes back off the ropes. Anomoly takes most of the impact on his shoulders, rolling through to take away the majority of the impact. Anomoly sees Caffrey charging him and hits him with an armdrag of his own. Caffrey rolls through himself and both men attempt a dropkick at once, their toes just brush each other as they both get back up and stare off as the crowd cheer in appreciation!
Derrick Donovan: What an opening to a match!
BB Gunn: I don't know why or how, but these two men have each other sussed out already!
Derrick Donovan: It's uncanny!
Anomoly offers the test of strength, but Caffrey looks hesitant. It's not his style, but he goes for it anyway, the moment their hands connect, Caffrey shoves a boot right into Anomoly's midsection. Anomoly drops to a knee as Caffrey kicks him in the side of the head!
[...BOOOO!...]
Caffrey smiles that winning smile before going back to work on Anomoly. Stomping at each limb systematically and paying attention to the left ankle.
Derrick Donovan: Well there's Caffrey's game plan!
BB Gunn: He's well known for that Ankle Lock. You certainly don't want to find yourself on the wrong end of that!
BB Gunn hasn't even finished his sentence and Caffrey is going for it! He grabs the ankle of Anomoly, who reacts by using his right foot to kick at Caffrey until he releases the grip. Caffrey goes for it again, but Anomoly rolls him up!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Derrick Donovan: Caffrey kicks out of the surprise fall before stomping on the head of Anomoly, who reels as his head bounces off the canvas from the force. Caffrey lifts Anomoly to a seated position, runs against the ropes and kicks him in the face!
BB Gunn: Those feet are lethal!
Again, Anomoly's head bounces against the canvas. He's slower to get up now as Caffrey goads him as he tries to get to his feet. The minute he makes it to his feet, Caffrey hits him with an STO before making a cover with his foot, arms spread out.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Derrick Donovan: I can't help but think that was more a display of Caffrey's hold on the match, rather than an attempt to end it.
BB Gunn: Well if there's one thing we can say about Caffrey, it's that he's a showman!
Caffrey takes a little time to readjust his ring gear and his hair. The crowd are getting at him, so he rolls out of the ring to get in their faces and let them know he has this. He turns around to get back into the ring, but all of a sudden, Anomoly flies over the top rope and lands on Caffrey with a beautiful somersault plancha!
[...A-X-DUB! A-X-DUB!...]
Anomoly uses the rails to haul himself to his feet. The fans try to pat him on the shoulders, but he shrugs them off. None of these guys want anything to do with the fans. Anomoly rolls Caffrey back into the ring and makes the cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Anomoly shakes his head in frustration. He goes right back to work on Caffrey, attempting to lock in his Sharpshooter in, as Caffrey kicks out at him, trying frantically to escape. Anomoly uses the distraction to drop an elbow on Caffrey. Anomoly picks up Caffrey before whipping him against the ropes. Caffrey comes back right into the Anarky Bomb!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THR-KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: So close!
Derrick Donovan: To think a few minutes ago, Anomoly looked like he was out cold!
Caffrey is laid prone on the canvas as Anomoly yells at the Referee regarding the cadence of his count. Anomoly approaches Caffrey again, but as he grabs hold of Caffrey's head, Caffrey makes a brilliant transition...
[...DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES!...]
Derrick Donovan: Caffrey has his trademark full nelson sleeper applied and Anomoly is looking for a way out!
Caffrey is still on Anomoly's back and right now Anomoly still has a vertical base but it's fading fast! He drops to one knee and the Referee is in to check on him. Anomoly shakes his head but he's choked to the point that he can't verbally communicate right now. Caffrey wrenches on the hold, the skin visible around the eyes of Anomoly is going bright red as he fights to retain consciousness. All of a sudden. Anomoly taps out. The look of shock has grown on everyone in the Global Theatre, they cannot believe what they've witnessed.
[...DING! DING!...]
Here is your winner! Anthony Caffrey!
Derrick Donovan: Oh... my god. Anomoly tapped out to Caffrey.
Caffrey looks down at the helpless Anomoly who is struggling to catch his breath. Then, Caffrey shouts to the back, signalling only one thing.
Derrick Donovan: Oh no!
With that, Wellington Dunne and Jack James come running out of the back area and things don't look good for Anomoly right now. As soon as they hit the ring area, they slide under the ropes and start circling Anomoly. Anomoly gets to his feet and looks at them again with a strange sense of Deja Vu before he starts swinging for the fences. He hits James, Dunne and then Caffrey in turn as they stumble back in turn. Eventually Dunne and James manage to come at Anomoly at once, overcoming him but all of a sudden, James Raymond and Jackson Steele hit the ring from in the crowd! Dunne and James release their grip on Anomoly, and all three men dart from the ring as Raymond checks on Anomoly and Steele trash talks the AVA!
Derrick Donovan: Well the backup came just in time!
BB Gunn: It sure did and all of a sudden, AXW has a foothold against the AVA if Jackson Steele, James Raymond and Anomoly can co-exist!
The bell rings as Mutt, fighting for Edmund, charges at Wellington Dunne. The meathead of the AVA stops his charge instantly, brushing him off and dealing back some blows of his own. Both brawlers go back and forth as the crowd can't decide who to cheer for. Eventually, Dunne gets the upper hand and forces Mutt into the corner, knocking him silly with some MMA styled punches.
Derrick Donovan: AVA's muscle looking strong in the opening moments of this matchup!
BB Gunn: How long can it last though?
Dunne stops his charade and grabs Mutt by the mask, dragging him into the center of the ring and hip tossing him! When Mutt lands on the mat he falls to his knees and applies a headlock, Kind Edmund's bodyguard trying his best to break free. When he does so, Mutt holds onto the arm and maneuvers himself back onto his feet, pulling Dunne in for a headlock of his own. The crowd boo both men as the match continues.
Derrick Donovan: They don't know who to cheer for!
BB Gunn: Can you blame them?
We cut to King Edmund IV at ringside, who, with his scepter, commands orders to Mutt. "APPLY IT HARDER!". Mutt nods his head and wrenches it in some more; Edmund is still not pleased. "HARDER I SAID! HARDER!" Mutt with all the strength he has attempts to squeeze Dunne's head off of his shoulders, but it backfires and the Glasgow Bull reverses the lock with a massive over-the-shoulder scoop slam.
King Edmund IV: STUPID IDIOT!
Mutt slowly gets back to his feet as the Glasgow Bull kicks him in the gut and Irish whips him against the ropes - on the rebound hitting him with a devastating clothesline! Dunne stamps his feet on the mat and taunts the crowd as they boo. He waits for Mutt to rise and when he does so, bounces against the ropes for a stunning lariat!
BB Gunn: I've never seen Mutt be so dominated before!
Derrick Donovan: There's a first for everything, BB!
Dunne scoops Mutt back to his knees before the bodyguard starts to get back into things, he punches the Glasgow Bull in the gut, before following up with another - and another. Mutt's finally back on his feet and shoves Dunne against the ropes, charging for a clothesline of his own! But Dunne ducks under the swing and bounces against the opposite ones; on the rebound hitting Mutt with a massive shoulder block - Mutt doesn't go down.
Derrick Donovan: Mutt's still on his feet!
BB Gunn: It's gonna be a test of strength now!
Dunne shakes his head, almost impressed. He runs against the ropes, looking for another shoulder block - Mutt still doesn't go down. Dunne slaps Mutt on the chest and shouts for him to bounce against the ropes, try and knock the Glasgow Bull down. Mutt remains still and looks over at his lordship; awaiting orders. "SHOW HIM YOUR SUPERIOR PROWESS!". Mutt nods his head and bounces against the ropes hitting Dunne with a massive shoulder block - Dunne remains on his feet.
Derrick Donovan: We might be here all day if this carries on!
BB Gunn: I hope not!
Dunne sadistically smiles and hits the ropes for the final time - but he falls over. The crowd boo heavily as the cameras pan down to his feet, revealing Edmund tripped him up! The referee rushes over to tell Edmund off, but in the moment of distraction Edmund slides brass knuckles through the legs of the ref and over to Mutt; he picks them up as Dunne gets back to his feet and knocks him out.
BB Gunn: HEY! You can't do that!
Derrick Donovan: Referee! Referee!
Mutt throws the brass knucks out of the ring as Edmund shouts for the referee to turn around - when he does so Mutt picks Dunne up and kicks him in the gut, placing his head between his knees, and dropping him with the...
[ROYAL EXECUTION!]
(Double Underhook Piledriver)
Mutt hooks the leg as the referee counts...
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[DING! DING! DING!]
The crowd boo heavily as Mutt falls off of Dunne's body and rolls out of the ring, recuperating with King Edmund IV on the outside. Dunne gets back to his senses and like an angry bull, slowly rises to his knees. He is full of rage and anger; mainly at King Edmund. He motions for him to get in the ring with him - fight him like a man; Edmund refuses. The winning side head to the back, Mutt protecting Edmund at all costs.
Derrick Donovan: And like that it's all over. Big win for King Edmund IV here tonight!
BB Gunn: Don't you mean Mutt?
The last shot is of Dunne, seething with rage - then Edmund, smiling with glee.
We cut to backstage, to see Duke Kosloff and Chaos standing next to a small worried looking interviewer.
Interviewer: So here we hav-
Chaos takes the mic away from the interviewer.
Chaos: Get lost junior, I think we can handle this ourselves.
The interviewer scurries away, fearing NBC.
Chaos: What you have standing in front of you, is the most dominant tag team ever created, and I bet you are at home eating your oversized bag of junk, thinking "I’ve heard that before." The one difference is that we can back up that statement, there was a place called ICW, also known as the home of the icon, we broke every single tag team that faced us, we held that tag team title longer than anyone in that companies history, and you know that during that time I hated this son of a bitch right beside me.
Duke Kosloff: I hated you as well Chaos, in fact I actually remember setting you on fire. But I do that to everyone. The thing is, out of our hate grew a respect, a respect for the skills that each of us possesses. And now, we are on the same page. We are no longer trying to sabotage each other, we are no longer trying to cost each other the tag team gold so we no longer have to work together. Pretty funny we lost the belts because we wanted too, not because the team was better.
Duke Kosloff: Now, we will usher in a new era within the AXW and the XHF Network. The era of Natural Born Chaos.
Chaos: There is a reason why we are standing here right now, and that NBC is handing out an open challenge to any tag team out there who has the balls to step in the ring, and face the Natural Born Chaos at the next AXW show.
Duke Kosloff: Trust us when we say it isn't going to be easy, it isn't going to be about winning or losing. So if you decide to put your big boy pants on and step up to our open challenge you better understand the terms and what's at stake. This match is about SURVIVING!
The shot opens up to a darkened room with only a few dim lights hanging overhead to serve as light sources. In the background, “Cold Skeleton” by Yonosuke Kitamura can be heard playing before suddenly being cranked up to a louder volume that nearly deafens those within the vicinity of the source. On screen, the camera almost seems to be cutting out a few times as erratic images of a person are shown in the room, almost as if they were acting like Slenderman in terms of teleportation and a few times, the figure even takes a few steps forward before teleporting once more. After a long, awkward minute passes, the feed eventually starts to stabilize with the lone figure standing in the middle of the room, arms folded over its chest as vast amounts of sugar skulls are scattered across the floor.
???: So the time to reap has arrived here in AXW…
The feed starts to go haywire again, the figure darting all around the room in the same pose before settling back into the same spot it was before. The only difference now, however, is that some of the skulls are now shattered on the ground, leaving only a few still intact in their respective spots.
???: A place littered with idiocy and run by a masked man who is skeptical, to begin with. It matters not, however, for I have been brought to collect every single skull under this roster.
Once more, the camera starts to freak out again only this time the duration is much shorter as the camera gets a close-up of the figure standing in the room. Stabilizing, the camera shows a skull face staring back into the lens, head slightly tilted to the right. Only one person could fit the bill on this appearance...Bone Devil.
Bone Devil: Watch your backs...because you never know when the Skull Reaper is coming for your neck…
The lights suddenly go out, leaving the viewers in confusion before the lights slowly come back on in the room showing no trace of Bone Devil, and only the remains of the shattered sugar skulls scattered across the room in a vast array of colors. Zooming out, the camera transitions back to ringside with Dono and BB bearing shocked expressions.
Derrick Donovan: Wh-th-just...what?!
BB Gunn: I don’t know either, Dono. That was some freaky shit right there.
Hail to Chief starts to play, but after twenty seconds, it screeches to a halt. Then, "Amerika" by Rammstein begins to play.
"We're all living in Amerika,
Amerika ist wunderbar
We're all living in Amerika,
Amerika, Amerika"
Curtis D. Kanyon emerges from the curtain when the drums kick in. He's got a sledgehammer slung over one shoulder, and a pissed off demeanor on his face.
"Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen
Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen
Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus
und vor Paris steht Micky Maus"
Curtis pounds his chest with his fists then raises the hammer in the air. He walks down to the ring, nodding to the fans. He grabs a "MAKING AMERICA BANG!" sign from a fan and shows it to the camera!
"We're all living in Amerika
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra
We're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika"
Curtis then climbs into the ring and goes to the turnbuckles. He climbs a turnbuckle and pounds his chest. He points to the crowd with his hammer, then hoists it straight up into the air and yells "BANG!" He jumps down and looks ready for action!
Derrick Donovan: The President of the United States, folks. What a freaking riot this guy is!
BB Gunn: The cheers for the POTUS are thunderous! He's looking to reclaim lost momentum, now that he's lost his championship AND his shot at a potential rematch!
Derrick Donovan: Well to do that, he'll need to dispose of his opponent tonight.
CDK's music dies down, and the crowd, anticipating his opponent, begin a thunderous chant.
[...CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!...]
...
The crowd erupts as "Like a Storm" blasts through the sound systems! Chaos strides out, oozing confidence, as Phobia sulks behind him, clearly not a fan of the bangin' tunes. Chaos looks to the left, then looks to the right, he kneels down on his left leg, cupping his hands over his face, as soon as the lyric “Let the Chaos bring you to life” hits, he stands up and walk to the ring with meaning. He slides under the rope as Phobia keeps a pace behind him. He nods to CDK, and sheds his jacket. His music then dies down, and the crowd begin to chant again!
[...CHAOS! BANG! CHAOS! BANG!...]
Derrick Donovan: The crowd is unglued! Two of the most beloved on this roster will clash in a battle of dominion!
BB Gunn: What a die-hard crowd we have in attendance tonight! Speaking of that clash, it begins right now!
Curtis, still frustrated over losing his Undisputed Championship, looks to end this match early with an attempt to BANG! but Chaos saw it come coming and ducked out of the way. Chaos goes on the offensive with some clubbing blows to the back of Curtis. Curtis goes down to his knees as he drags himself to the middle of the ring before leaping up off the mat and pushing Chaos back. Both men attack each other with stiff forearm strikes, followed up by another, and then another before Chaos swings around for a back elbow but Curtis counters and goes for a Back Suplex but Chaos lands on his feet and drops Curtis with a Back Suplex into a Facebuster.
Derrick Donovan: Already this fight is off to an explosive start, Chaos getting the upper hand on the former Champion is quite the unusual sight to see.
BB Gunn: This is a stronger Chaos than we've seen in the past, now with his alignment with Duke Kosloff can see a huge landscape to the Tag Team Division.
Curtis gets back to his feet as Chaos throws a hard right to the jaw of Curtis, he stumbles back into the corner as Chaos lays into Curtis but he overpowers Chaos and throws Chaos into the corner. Curtis throws some stiff gut punches before taking a few steps back and runs towards Chaos with a splash into the corner. Chaos slowly walks forward and Curtis picks him up for a Sidewalk Slam. With Chaos laying on the mat, Curtis goes for a pinfall.
[...ONE!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Chaos kicks out at One, Curtis gets back to his feet and pulls up Chaos as a USA chant breaks out for the POTUS, but Chaos suckered in Curtis and delivers some right hooks. He Irish Whips Curtis to the ropes but Curtis slides under the bottom rope, Curtis walks around the ring to rebuild his momentum and energy but he's confronted by Lethe. He takes some steps back but walks back into Chaos who whips Curtis back into the ring. Curtis seizes his opportunity and stomps at Chaos as he slides into the ring. Curtis picks up Chaos and drops him with a Powerbomb.
BB Gunn: And now Curtis has the advantage over Chaos, this has Instant Classic written all over it!
Curtis picks up Chaos into a Reverse DDT position, he lifts him up and is seeming to hit the Vicious Spiral but as he twists Chaos around, he lands on his feet and hits Curtis with a Running Knee to the Head, Curtis drops as Chaos signals for the Chaos Drop. He pulls the 290 pound President to his feet and lifts him up but the dead weight of Curtis is too much for Chaos to hold. Curtis comes back to life and locks up the arms of Chaos for the World Breaker. He jumps over Chaos but Chaos somehow manages to keep Curtis at a vertical base, Chaos breaks his arms out of the hold and grabs the legs of Curtis to drop him on his head with a Dude Buster.
Derrick Donovan: How did Chaos do that? He wasn't able to lift Curtis up on his shoulders but able to hit him with such a move?
BB Gunn: Whatever the reason, that was amazing.
Derrick Donovan: You're not wrong about that.
Chaos heads to the top rope and connects with a Corkscrew Shooting Star Press, he then makes a pinfall attempt on Curtis.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...TH- NO!...]
Curtis kicked out at Two with Chaos in no surprise that he's still in the match, he climbs back to the top rope again but Curtis meets Chaos at the top. They engage in a brawl on the top rope but Curtis gets the upper hand, Curtis then tries to place Chaos in a Piledriver position but Chaos counters and hits a Sunset Flip Powerbomb onto Curtis, he rolls over upon impact of the Powerbomb and onto his knees where Chaos connects with another Knee to the head of Curtis and pins him.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...TH- NO!...]
Once again, Curtis hasn't given in and is still alive and kicking in this fight. He damage is kicking into Curtis as he starts to breathe heavily. Chaos runs towards the ropes but Curtis meets him there with a knee to the gut, Curtis then picks Chaos up onto his shoulders and falls over to hit a Samoan Drop on Chaos. Both men are worn out as the slowly take their time getting to their feet, Curtis makes it first and attempts another BANG! but once again, Chaos dodges. As Chaos turns back around to Curtis, he gets struck with
[KANYON CUTTER]
(Diamond Cutter)
Curtis rolls over Chaos for the pin
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THRE- NO!...]
A very close near fall for Chaos as he rolls himself over to the ropes. Curtis gets to his feet and picks up Chaos, he locks Chaos' arms into a Pedigree position but instead of a World Breaker, he lifts Chaos into a Powerbomb hold and launches him into the corner. Chaos takes no effect and drives his knee once again into the skull of Curtis, this time Curtis takes no effect and goes for the Vicious Spiral, just like last time Chaos lands on his feet and goes for a Reverse Rana but Curtis catches Chaos, he twists him around into a Powerbomb position and lowers him down before dropping Chaos on his head with a Sitout Piledriver.
[...HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!...]
Derrick Donovan: What an unbelievable sequence by both men!
BB Gunn: Kanyon looks to have this match over soon.
Curtis thinks about pinning Chaos but picks Chaos up onto his shoulders and connects with
[CHAOS DROP]
(Timebomb)
BB Gunn: With his own move!
Derrick Donovan: Hol' up, BB. He's not done yet.
Curtis heads towards the corner and stalks Chaos as he gets to his feet, he runs towards Chaos but he catches Curtis' head between his legs and hits a Canadian Destroyer on Curtis.
[...HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!...]
With the fans chanting, Chaos wastes no time and picks up Curtis and hits
[CHAOS DROP]
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THRE- NO!...]
Derrick Donovan: HOW?!
BB Gunn: MY GOODNESS!
[...THIS IS AWESOME!! clap clap clapclapclap THIS IS AWESOME!! clap clap clapclapclap...]
Chaos looks around in shock, he cannot believe Curtis kicked out. Chaos heads for the corner and readies himself for another deadly knee strike but Lethe's personality changes as watches Curtis not giving in. She's turned into Phobia and pulls out a chair and slides it into the ring, she attempts to enter the ring but is stopped by Chaos and the referee, Chaos exits the ring to calm her down. After calming her down he enters the ring but Lethe's breakdown meant more time for Curtis, once Chaos stands up he's met with
[BANG!!!]
(The Gore)
Derrick Donovan: BAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
But Curtis takes things one step further, he takes Chaos to the corner and lifts him up onto the top rope, he climbs up to the top rope and gets Chaos into position. He looks around as the fans cheer for the President to do it, he lifts him up and drops him for
[HOLY SHIT PILEDRIVER]
(Piledriver off the top rope)
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING! DING!...]
BB Gunn: WHAT. A. FIGHT.
Derrick Donovan: These two proved they are top contenders of AXW, and their futures are bright!
Curtis raises his arms in victory as he rolls himself out of the ring and heads up the ramp. Lethe checks on her brother who is still laid out on the mat. Our final shot is Curtis standing atop the ramp looking out to the crowd before showing Lethe staring at Curtis.
[...OCTOBER 10TH, 14:00...]
We transition into a shot of Water Grill; a highly rated restaurant here in Los Angeles, California. Killa Kai is seen walking in through the front door and up to a server – she looks at him and smiles, before noticing his reckless wear and sneering.
Waiter: Uh, this way sir.
She leads him past all the posh tables near the front of the restaurant; heading to the back in a dark, shady corner. She points and insincerely smiles.
Waiter: Your waiter will be with you in a minute.
As she leaves Kai is left to survey his surroundings, it’s so dark he can barely see the tables around him. A single dimly lighted bulb above his head flickers and coils; he shakes his head and takes a seat – one chair leg being shorter than the other, leading to an unbalanced seating position. He sighs, before picking up the menu and contemplating what to eat.
Munch… Munch… Munch…
Kai’s confused, whoever is eating sure is eating rather loudly. He ignores it at first, but the munching gets louder and louder to the point that Kai can’t stand it anymore.
Munch… Munch… Munch…
Kai slowly lowers the menu from his face and stares forward into the darkness; that’s where the sound is coming from. He notices a silhouette in the distance; not any normal silhouette – a silhouette the size of a giant. He squints his eyes, trying to get a better view of the figure. That’s when it clicks. He sure knows who this is…
Killa Kai: Dreadvan?
The munching comes to an abrupt stop as though the silhouette just got the biggest shock of it’s life. We see them slowly lower their chicken wings and place them on the table. A light flickers above their head and in that instance, we can immediately tell whom the large shadow belongs to.
Dreadvan: Killa Kai?
Killa Kai: What are you doing here?
Dreadvan: Well I presume I’m here for the same thing you are in here for!
Killa Kai: Food?
Dreadvan: Mhm.
Both men fall silent as Dread picks his chicken wings back up and begins to munch on them some more; Kai watches him, pure confusion stricken on his once grave face.
Killa Kai: Very weird how we both came to the same restaurant, no?
Dreadvan doesn’t put his chicken wings down this time, he continues to eat them in the absence of light. Kai watches on.
Dreadvan: I’m always eating; wherever there’s food you’ll find me.
Killa Kai: Yeah; but isn’t it weird how we both came to the same one? Plus, you’re a demon, I would have thought you wouldn’t want to show your face in public.
Dreadvan: Why’d you think they put me at the back? With all this End of Days stuff going on and the AXW United States tour I had no choice but to eat in a public restaurant; I simply don’t have the time to eat in private.
Kai rubs his chin, perplexed at the demon’s last comment. Dreadvan falls silent again, besides his ever-present munching. Kai picks the menu back up and tries to re-focus on what to eat. He notices some fish fillet and licks his lips.
Dreadvan: So, uh Kai, how’d you feel End of Days is going for you?
Kai slowly lowers the menu and sighs; why’s he still talking to him? He dully replies.
Killa Kai: Good; you?
Dreadvan laughs and we see the shadows of food flying everywhere – from off his chin and out of his mouth.
Dreadvan: It’s been great so far! It isn’t even over yet, which pleases me a lot – destroying people is what I love the most. Say, what you going to do if you are to meet me in the finals?
Kai’s eyes widen; he never thought of that. If it does come down to it, Dreadvan may have to face the killer. Kai doesn’t know how to respond; then thinks of a witty comeback.
Killa Kai: A good wrestler never lets off their game plan, Dread. You should know that.
Dreadvan laughs again, this time more vigorous and almost vicious. Then he slams his fist on the table; arrogance consuming him.
Dreadvan: No really, what are you going to do. I’m basically eight foot, five hundred and fifty pounds – you’re what? Five eleven and one seventy pounds? I’d squash you like a bug. You’re no match for me.
Kai scoffs before shaking his head; almost peeved off at the size comment.
Killa Kai: You know what, I hope I do face you in the finals Dread – then I can prove you wrong.
Dreadvan: Prove me wrong? PROVE ME WRONG?!
His laugh echoes throughout the whole restaurant, so much so that literally everyone is looking over at the dark dingy corner. His voice is booming, so loud that anyone outside could even hear it.
Dreadvan: You are a funny man Kai! I like you! If we weren’t enemies I feel as though we’d have made good friends!
The staff of the restaurant soon come bounding over to Dreadvan; politely asking him to leave for his disruption and blatant nuisance. He refuses; Kai sits there and watches it all, quietly laughing to himself.
Dreadvan: What do you MEAN I have to leave?! I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!
Still, the staff are persistent. The chefs have come out of the kitchen now, bounding over also and helping their co-workers in ridding the restaurant of this foul beast. Everyone’s watching; Kai remarks to himself:
Killa Kai: Oh Dreadvan.
MAKE WAY FOR THE PROFESSIONAL!
"The One and Only" by Chesney Hawks is heard booming from the speakers. Jack James makes his way out, signalling for a single spotlight to be shone at the top of the ramp, in which he stands and soaks in the crowd's jeers. The spotlight follows him to the apron, where he rips off his suit and shows his muscles off to the crowd, before pretending to throw his sunglasses to a lucky fan, when in fact he just places them on a cushion at ringside. James enters the ring and does a full twirl to the hard camera before backing off to the corner and performing a Shawn Michaels-esque turnbuckle lean.
Derrick Donovan: Jack James is cool, calm, and collected heading into this matchup! After a superior performance alongside Dunne last show, he's here now to prove he isn't just an excellent tag team specialist, but that he can run the solo route too!
BB Gunn: In my opinion, he's a bit over rated. All that money's gotten to his head.
Derrick Donovan: You're just jealous you're not as rich as him.
BB Gunn: Touche.
"Lethal Weapon" by Mark Ayres graces the PA system and the crowd begin to cheer. Out from the back, swaggerin' like no tomorrow, is none other then the number one contender to the XHF European Championship, Roger Riggs. He dons a shirt, a picture of Dreadvan in a crosshairs on the front and on the back, the words "Third Time's the Charm." He spins around a few times, showing off this cool piece of merch, and walks down the ramp. He makes a beeline for the ring, and slides in, face to face with James, who sneers in his face. Riggs climbs the nearest turnbuckle and rips off his shirt, Uncle Rogan-like. Except, it's a button-up, so he really just pops a few buttons and has to wrestle it off of him. He then turns around and flexes towards Jack, who yawns in response.
Derrick Donovan: James is clearly unimpressed with Rigg's act.
BB Gunn: Who wouldn't be? He's challenging Dreadvan for the European Championship, yet is 0-2 against the Demon.
Derrick Donovan: Well the time for talking about Dreadvan is over, because we've got a fight on our hands!
BB Gunn: A DAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS fight!
Derrick Donovan: ...
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Riggs and James circle each other in the ring. Riggs, clearly the bigger of the two men, begins to slowly advance on the Professional of the AVA. James smiles, and as Riggs backs him into the corner, he rolls down under the bottom rope, much to the dismay of the crowd! He walks slowly in front of the rail that separates the crowd from the ringside area, and begins to flex and show off his muscles, smiling all the while. Riggs just leans against the ropes, arguing with the ref. Coming to no definitive answer, Riggs slides under the ropes and charges at James, clobbering him with a huge clothesline that sends him tumbling to the floor!
Derrick Donovan: Look at the sick way Jack James' head bounced off the concrete! Very unprofessional!
BB Gunn: What's unprofessional is his attitude towards the fans, to V, and to AXW as a whole. Did you hear his remarks in the opening segment tonight?
James tries to crawl away, Riggs hot on his trail. He slithers his way back into the ring, and as Riggs climbs through the middle rope to follow suite, James blasts him with a series of fists and stomps, pounding him into a stain on the mat! The crowd boo heavily as James does a twirl in the ring, bowing to each side of the ring. He then walks over to Riggs and grabs him by the head and dragging him to the center of the ring by his mullet, before planting him with a sickening thud, courtesy of a...
[...FACELIFT DDT!...]
(Floatover DDT with Theatrics)
Derrick Donovan: Beautiful move by the Professional!
BB Gunn: You may not like what Jack James has to say about anything, you may not like his arrogance, but you have to agree his showman's style of wrestling is a beautiful thing!
James turns around, giving the camera a nice look at his rear, where the word "Professional" is written in a red, script-like font across his trunks.
Derrick Donovan: What calligraphy!
But as he's distracted by the camera and showing off, Riggs makes it to his feet. He charges at James, who turns around only to be lifted up and planted with a traditional mat slam! The crowd roars for Riggs, who showboats a bit of his own, even climbing the turnbuckle and posing for the fans!
Derrick Donovan: This match has turned into a battle of who can pander more to the fans, and it looks like Riggs is the clear winner!
BB Gunn: Oh absolutely Dono! The crowd is firmly behind the Lethal Weapon, and squarely against the AVA's Technical Professional!
As Riggs stands still posing, it is now Jack James' turn to attack Riggs as he's distracted. He grabs a handful of Riggs' hair, and yanks him down head/neck first from the top rope! Riggs crumples to the mat as James makes a pinfall attempt!
[...ONE...]
[...TW-KICKOUT!,,,]
Derrick Donovan: Riggs is able to get his shoulder up in time and save himself from an embarrassing loss to Jack James!
BB Gunn: If Jack had successfully pinned Riggs there, you'd have to think he'd be in serious contention for the European Championship, perhaps even getting a shot before Riggs!
James, furious at Riggs' ability to kickout still, begins an all out assault on Riggs! Lethal kicks and stomps, raining hell on the top contender to the European Championship! He grabs Riggs by the hair, screaming profanities into his face, before grabbing him in a waist lock! The crowd sense what's coming, and begin to jeer. James lifts Riggs up...
[...THE PROFESSIONAL PLEX!...]
(Release German Suplex)
and hits him with the Professional Plex! No! Riggs flipped over and is on his feet! He runs the ropes! Bounces, going back and forth(like Roman at WM33), a third time, fourth, James is desperately attempting attacks to hit Riggs, but to no avail! He's deadlocked in the Lethal Weapon's sights! He bounces one final time...
[...THE LETHAL WEAPON...]
(Extra Stiff Running Front Dropkick)
The crowd in the Global Theatre EXPLODE as Riggs nails James with one of the most beautiful dropkicks they've ever seen! He scrambles over to the dizzied AVA member, ready to end this once and for all.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE...]
The Global Theatre crowd explodes yet again as Riggs defeats Jack James! He hops up and immediately slides out of the ring, doing laps as the crowd chant his name!
[...RIGGS! RIGGS! RIGGS! RIGGS!...]
BB Gunn: The crowd are very much behind our Number One contender, and he's gaining huge momentum heading into his rematch with Dreadvan!
Derrick Donovan: You think that match will be the one where Riggs achieves his dream and wins the European Championship? Or will our demon send him to the pits of hell yet again?
BB Gunn: Only time will tell, Dono.
Riggs walks up the ramp, all smiles as James kneels in the center of the ring, frustrated at the outcome.
The opening of “Black or White” by Bleeding In Stereo starts to reverberate in the arena, bringing the crowd up onto their feet in loud cheers as the newly crowned AXW Undisputed Champion, Nate Pierce, steps out onto the stage dressed in his Hartford Whalers jersey and jeans with the championship slung over his shoulder. A slight grin graces his lips as he looks out to the cheering crowd before making his way down the ramp.
Derrick Donovan: Here he is BB! Our newly crowned Undisputed Champion!
BB Gunn: I swear you get a hard-on everytime he walks out here.
In the aisle, Pierce exchanges high fives with some of the fans before making his way up the steel steps and into the ring. Walking over to the far side, he pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, raising the belt into the air proceeded by louder cheers from the fans in the first few rows. A ringside attendant hands him a microphone as he steps down from the corner, soon making his way to the middle of the ring while the crowd continues to buzz all around him.
[...PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE!...]
The smile still has yet to leave the champ’s face as he looks out into the crowd, raising the mic up to his lips.
Nate: Goooooooood evening, Los Angeles!
The crowd erupts into more cheers.
Nate: God damn, I can’t remember the last time I addressed a crowd like this. Just goes to show you how old I’m getting at this point, but at least I’m still able to kick ass in this industry!
He chuckles into the mic.
Nate: Aside from that, I just want to say that I never would’ve expected myself to quickly rise up to the world title scene after my debut a few months ago in that tag match I was thrown into. It wasn’t the best way to start off, especially after being gone from the industry for over three years only to be inactive for another month following the match.
He adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Nate: After coming back from that brief hiatus, I learned of the triple threat I was being thrown into against the damn slippery bastard, Roger Riggs, and the man who most likely has a personal grudge against me, Price. In the end, I was lucky to pick up such a win after being away from you folks for a month’s time. That win practically gave me the energy to go into Final Frontier and take a shot at the Battle Royale in an attempt to hunt down Moby Dick.
The Whaler pats the face of the title a few times, earning some more cheers from the Los Angeles crowd.
Nate: Luckily enough, it appeared in my peripherals and after handing one last guy a Deep Sea Plunge, I secured my golden ticket for a title shot any time anywhere. I won’t lie, I still don’t know to this day as to how I managed to come out victorious in that fiasco but here we are now. One show later, I cashed-in on James Raymond and took the AXW Undisputed Championship straight from his hands and now stand here, in front of all of you fine folks, as your newly crowned champion.
Some applause erupts in various sections of the crowd before the entire arena joins in on the ovation given to The Whaler.
Nate: Honestly, I really don’t know what’s next after this other than to constantly keep myself in top shape and prepare for who my first challenger is going to be. Only time will tell as to who will get the lucky ticket but until then, I want to thank you all for being the supportive fans that you are in watching do what we do best in this industry. Hope you all have a good rest of your evening and I will see you all next time!
“Black or White” plays up again while the crowd cheers as Nate exits the ring, exchanging fives with more fans in the aisle as he goes back up the ramp.
Derrick Donovan: Rather straightforward for such a big guy.
BB Gunn: Sometimes it’s best, Dono. No one wants to hear someone drone on and on about some bullcrap.
Derrick Donovan: Solid point, BB.
"My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark" plays from the PA, and the crowd shakes in thunderous boos, as the man who is now the most hated in AXW walks out from the back. Cocky, smug, arrogant. That is what Anthony Caffrey embodies. The UnLegend walks down the ramp, smirking as he collects boos from the crowd. As he reaches the ring, he puts his foot on the steps, and pauses. He then points to it, and makes a snapping motion, sending a message to his opponent. He casually smiles, and proceeds climbing into the ring. He walks to his corner and perches atop the turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent with a smile plastered on his face.
Derrick Donovan: Years from now, when people look back on our early years of AXW, they will say with confidence that Caffrey is one of the most hated men of AXW!
BB Gunn: Right alongside the likes of Rob Arnold and Anomoly, of course! Speaking of el Masky Boi...
The arena falls silent, and the opening riffs to "A New Level" by Pantera play. The crowd knows who this song is for, and they boo. They boo loudly, resentfully. Out from the curtain steps The Anomoly, who stands there enjoying the reaction of the crowd. He slowly walks down the aisle, brushing off a few fan's attempts at getting selfies and autographs with Mr. Undisputed. He reaches the ringside area, and climbs up the steps. He smirks, and enters the ring. He takes his gum and goes to spit it at the crowd, but then pauses, turns to Caffrey, who's come down off the turnbuckle, and spits it right in Caffrey's face!
Derrick Donovan: That was uncalled for!
BB Gunn: Seriously. The audacity of this man!
The crowd thunderously boo at the showing of disrespect, but Caffrey smiles and flicks the gum off of him. The two combatants meet in the center of the ring, nose to nose, talking smack like there's no tomorrow! The referee tries to separate the two, but to no avail. He sighs, and signals for the bell to be rung.
Anthony Caffrey vs The Anomoly
[...DING! DING!...]
Both men stand in the middle of the ring, staring a hole through each other after Anomoly's vulgar display of disrespect. Caffrey looks relatively unfazed considering he just got spat at.
[...SLAP!...]
Anomoly nearly slaps the smile off Caffrey's face and both men commence hammering each other with hard shots.
BB Gunn: Shit! There's no love lost between these guys!
Derrick Donovan: For sure! Though Anomoly has spent the last few shows being beaten to a pulp by Caffrey and his friends!
Neither man wants to relent! Both men are hitting each other with all the strength in their bodies as the passion is over flowing. Eventually, Anomoly comes out on top by gouging the eyes of Caffrey before getting yelled at by the Referee. Anomoly throws Caffrey into the corner and continues the assault, delivering a few shots to the body as Caffrey tries to defend himself. The Referee finally manages to separate the two men as Anomoly raises his hands to show that he is clear of the situation. All of a sudden, Caffrey throws Anomoly into the corner, delivering a ton of shots of his own, alternating between the body and face of Anomoly, reacting to Anomoly's attempts to cover up.
Derrick Donovan: You know, the more I look at Anthony Caffrey...Does he look familiar to you?
BB Gunn: I don't know. I feel like I've seen him before, but I can't place it. He has never wrestled for AXW and I'm pretty sure not in the UK either!
Finally, the Referee separates the men again and Anomoly stumbles out of the corner. Caffrey grabs him by the head, setting him up for Brotherly Love, but the moment the arm locks around his neck, Anomoly drops and rolls to the ropes for a little cover.
Derrick Donovan: Impressive reactions by Anomoly there!
Caffrey heads to the ropes and grabs Anomoly by the head, trying to pull him back into the ring off the apron. Anomoly tries to fight it, holding onto the ropes before the Referee yells at Caffrey to keep the match flowing. As Caffrey turns to argue with the Referee, Anomoly grabs him by the hair, smashing the back of his head down onto the mat with a THUD. The crowd boo Anomoly relentlessly. Anomoly hops into the ring and dives right onto Caffrey for a cover, but Caffrey kicks out before the Referee has even dropped to his knees for the count. Anomoly applies a top hammerlock to Caffrey, who struggles against the hold, trying to counter it. Anomoly wrenches on the hold as Caffrey tries to get out before realising that he's stuck. In an act of desperation, Caffrey drops onto his arse in the middle of the ring, causing Anomoly's jaw to hit the back of his own head. Anomoly snaps back, stumbling around for a second or two from the shock of the impact and Caffrey is back to his feet, wasting no time with taking Anomoly down with a headscissors take down right into a side headlock.
Derrick Donovan: What a brilliant technical display there by Anthony Caffrey!
BB Gunn: Yeah, the technical ability required to transition between the holds there was great, yet Caffrey made it look seamless!
Caffrey wrenches on his own hold as Anomoly is now on the receiving end of the pain. A few seconds go by as Anomoly looks for his own counter, before going for the desperation pin, rolling Caffrey back onto his shoulders.
[...ONE!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Caffrey relinquishes his grip on Anomoly's head in order to escape the pinfall. Both men are back to their feet and Anomoly charges Caffrey, but Caffrey side steps him and hits an armdrag as Anomoly comes back off the ropes. Anomoly takes most of the impact on his shoulders, rolling through to take away the majority of the impact. Anomoly sees Caffrey charging him and hits him with an armdrag of his own. Caffrey rolls through himself and both men attempt a dropkick at once, their toes just brush each other as they both get back up and stare off as the crowd cheer in appreciation!
Derrick Donovan: What an opening to a match!
BB Gunn: I don't know why or how, but these two men have each other sussed out already!
Derrick Donovan: It's uncanny!
Anomoly offers the test of strength, but Caffrey looks hesitant. It's not his style, but he goes for it anyway, the moment their hands connect, Caffrey shoves a boot right into Anomoly's midsection. Anomoly drops to a knee as Caffrey kicks him in the side of the head!
[...BOOOO!...]
Caffrey smiles that winning smile before going back to work on Anomoly. Stomping at each limb systematically and paying attention to the left ankle.
Derrick Donovan: Well there's Caffrey's game plan!
BB Gunn: He's well known for that Ankle Lock. You certainly don't want to find yourself on the wrong end of that!
BB Gunn hasn't even finished his sentence and Caffrey is going for it! He grabs the ankle of Anomoly, who reacts by using his right foot to kick at Caffrey until he releases the grip. Caffrey goes for it again, but Anomoly rolls him up!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Derrick Donovan: Caffrey kicks out of the surprise fall before stomping on the head of Anomoly, who reels as his head bounces off the canvas from the force. Caffrey lifts Anomoly to a seated position, runs against the ropes and kicks him in the face!
BB Gunn: Those feet are lethal!
Again, Anomoly's head bounces against the canvas. He's slower to get up now as Caffrey goads him as he tries to get to his feet. The minute he makes it to his feet, Caffrey hits him with an STO before making a cover with his foot, arms spread out.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Derrick Donovan: I can't help but think that was more a display of Caffrey's hold on the match, rather than an attempt to end it.
BB Gunn: Well if there's one thing we can say about Caffrey, it's that he's a showman!
Caffrey takes a little time to readjust his ring gear and his hair. The crowd are getting at him, so he rolls out of the ring to get in their faces and let them know he has this. He turns around to get back into the ring, but all of a sudden, Anomoly flies over the top rope and lands on Caffrey with a beautiful somersault plancha!
[...A-X-DUB! A-X-DUB!...]
Anomoly uses the rails to haul himself to his feet. The fans try to pat him on the shoulders, but he shrugs them off. None of these guys want anything to do with the fans. Anomoly rolls Caffrey back into the ring and makes the cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Anomoly shakes his head in frustration. He goes right back to work on Caffrey, attempting to lock in his Sharpshooter in, as Caffrey kicks out at him, trying frantically to escape. Anomoly uses the distraction to drop an elbow on Caffrey. Anomoly picks up Caffrey before whipping him against the ropes. Caffrey comes back right into the Anarky Bomb!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THR-KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: So close!
Derrick Donovan: To think a few minutes ago, Anomoly looked like he was out cold!
Caffrey is laid prone on the canvas as Anomoly yells at the Referee regarding the cadence of his count. Anomoly approaches Caffrey again, but as he grabs hold of Caffrey's head, Caffrey makes a brilliant transition...
[...DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES!...]
Derrick Donovan: Caffrey has his trademark full nelson sleeper applied and Anomoly is looking for a way out!
Caffrey is still on Anomoly's back and right now Anomoly still has a vertical base but it's fading fast! He drops to one knee and the Referee is in to check on him. Anomoly shakes his head but he's choked to the point that he can't verbally communicate right now. Caffrey wrenches on the hold, the skin visible around the eyes of Anomoly is going bright red as he fights to retain consciousness. All of a sudden. Anomoly taps out. The look of shock has grown on everyone in the Global Theatre, they cannot believe what they've witnessed.
[...DING! DING!...]
Here is your winner! Anthony Caffrey!
Derrick Donovan: Oh... my god. Anomoly tapped out to Caffrey.
Caffrey looks down at the helpless Anomoly who is struggling to catch his breath. Then, Caffrey shouts to the back, signalling only one thing.
Derrick Donovan: Oh no!
With that, Wellington Dunne and Jack James come running out of the back area and things don't look good for Anomoly right now. As soon as they hit the ring area, they slide under the ropes and start circling Anomoly. Anomoly gets to his feet and looks at them again with a strange sense of Deja Vu before he starts swinging for the fences. He hits James, Dunne and then Caffrey in turn as they stumble back in turn. Eventually Dunne and James manage to come at Anomoly at once, overcoming him but all of a sudden, James Raymond and Jackson Steele hit the ring from in the crowd! Dunne and James release their grip on Anomoly, and all three men dart from the ring as Raymond checks on Anomoly and Steele trash talks the AVA!
Derrick Donovan: Well the backup came just in time!
BB Gunn: It sure did and all of a sudden, AXW has a foothold against the AVA if Jackson Steele, James Raymond and Anomoly can co-exist!