Anarchy 45

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JOSEPH GREER: Welcome back to Anarchy! Coming up next we have….



The feed cuts to static, no noise. Slowly the dots begin to group together and a loose silhouette forms.



Fading in, none other than ’The Nightmare’ Chris Parsons is sat behind a gleaming mahogany monolith of a desk.



Dark stained bookshelves stand behind the minority RSW owner and are filled with a variety of self help books, one particularly thick one reads ’How to not be a cunt.’



A light purple dress shirt is paired with a paisley tie and a deep purple sweater vest. This is not the Parsons that comes to us from around the globe, this man was different.



”Good evening fuckers, Uncle Chris here with a special public service announcement from the good people here at The Inglorious Bastards. Remember kids; Greatness…is taken.”



A cheap smile and thumbs up create a freeze frame moment before the minority owner speaks again.



”You see boys and girls and boys pretending to be girls and girls pretending to be boys, it appears we’ve come to a point where people need to be reminded of a few things…”



A record scratches and Chris stands up from the desk and isn’t wearing pants, rocking classic white boxer shorts with red hearts for Valentine’s.



”…this is supposed to be fun. Lately there have been several odd incidents that have blown up for a variety of reasons…let me be frank. I no longer care why…let’s be honest…”



Parsons’ candor says as much as his words. Walking away from the desk, it slides out of his way as the scene crumbles around him.



”…are there so many feds of this kind of quality of writing and more importantly, people that we’re going to insight until it implodes?”



It’s a fair question, drama creates great stories on the show…but behind the scenes, it’s not so fun.



”I can’t be clear enough when I say that we’re all here for the same reason, or should be. We should be here because for whatever insane reason, we love this…all of it. But enough is enough. Everyone needs to take a breath and look at this logically, ’is it worth it?’ is the level of enjoyment you get worth what you put into this?”



Again, the working parts of something as long-lived as RSW require time. Time that could be put into other pursuits. This ’sport’ is supposed to be an escape from the ’real world’, not another burden.



”I believe social media has made people pretty God damned ignorant as a whole. All of us. Things that would normally catch a person as ass-kicking are thrown around the internet like it ain’t shit and when someone gets upset, they’re ridiculed. How about this? Save the shit talk for the verbal jousting forum, that’s what it’s there for. Try not to take yourself too seriously and last…but most importantly…and I need you to understand this comes straight from my soul…don’t be such utter fucking dicks to each other for no reason other than that person isn’t next to you to smack you up the side of your fucking head. Everyone, no exceptions, you, you, you, me and you too over there…how about everyone try not being a cunt for a week and if none of us have fun we’ll revisit the cuntectomy? Remember, we’re in this together. We can succeed as a team or fail as individuals. That’s the message! We’re all assholes! Just keep your punches above the belt you pricks! If you can’t remember that because the world now has the collective attention span of a hummingbird here’s a hashtag #NoNewFedDrama2019…”



The feed ends with static as Parsons shrugs, maybe his message would get through…maybe he’ll have to include a bigger, more sarcastic one at Anarchy Forty-six…time would tell.

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We are at ringside as we see Senor Vinnie seated on a chair with a guitar in his hands, next to him there’s another chair with Cactus Pete sitting there also with a microphone towards it.



SENOR VINNIE: Is this microphone working???



There’s a reaction from the crowd that is mixed between cheers and some throwing plastic cups towards his cactus. A plastic cup filled with popcorn hits Cactus Pete, causing popcorn to stick into his spines as this causes Senor Vinnie to react to the crowd.



SENOR VINNIE: Stop that!! Or else I am not going to perform for you tonight!!



Most of the crowd cheers to the thought of not having to endure the singing from Senor Vinnie who starts to shake his head.



SENOR VINNIE: NO!!! I am not here to succumb to your pathetic wishes!! No!! You people are just as pathetic as the entire Booking committee!!!



Crowd boos the reaction from Senor Vinnie



SENOR VINNIE: SI!! Be sad with me too!! I am being ignored by the committee in favor of a Dick worshipping idiot, a reject from an 80’s sitcom!! A dragon boy that has no clue what paint color he should use and a kid that cannot get on tv or else it would be child labor!!!!



Crowd boos even louder as it is bathing Senor Vinnie with anger and disapproval, only to realize that Senor Vinnie will not see it that way.



SENOR VINIE: I know that you are heartbroken that I am so low on the card, hell I should already be champion by now!! El campione Senor Vinnie before the Madrid crowd!! The El magnifico that should be crowned and bathed in GOLD!! Where you have an Anarchy Champion in Lex Collins that truly shows the world how pathetic he is. I mean seriously??? Who has he beaten to become champion??? He must at least faced low card talents that are even more pathetic than Joe Beb or whatever the cock’s name is.



SENOR VINNIE: But I understand the fact that he has got no cojones to face the El Mariachi of wrestling, because I am the crown child that should be considered amongst the likes of the very best. But unlike those who just go out and attack someone to get noticed… I rather use my fingers to create art instead of destruction… I will do that when I slap on a submission hold and make him call me his papi.



The crowd starts to chant to shut the fuck up to Senor Vinnie who ignores them.



SENOR VINNIE: No, instead I will grace him with a song. Cactus Pete offered to do be my backup singer, but seeing he has got his mouth filled with sugar rush, I will do this on my own. Like I am doing everything… on my own.



He starts to play his guitar and the crowd recognizes the classic culture club hit “Do you really want to hurt me”



SENOR VINNIE: Give me time to realize my crime

Let me love and steal

I have danced inside your eyes

How can I be real

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry

Precious kisses words that burn me

Lovers never ask you why

In my heart the fire is burning

Choose my color find a star

Precious people always tell me

That’s a step a step too far

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry

Words are few

I have spoken

I could waste a thousand years

Wrapped in sorrow, words are token

Come inside and catch my tears

You’ve been talking but believe me

If it’s true you do not know

This boy loves without a reason

I’m prepared to let you go

If it’s love you want from me

Then take it away

Everything’s not what you see it’s over again

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry

Do you really want to hurt me

Do you really want to make me cry



Senor Vinnie places the guitar next to him and takes a sip from a bottle of water and swallows it before turning his attention back to the microphone and stares at the camera.



SENOR VINNIE: Will I hurt you Lex?? I don’t think so, I am going to take away your championship belt when this joke of a committee finally understands my potential. I am going to unleash the wrath and the insults that has been terrorizing me since joining this organization. And you? You should blame everyone except me, because I blame everyone to put a man like you as their Anarchy champion. But when that moment comes…., I will free you from your burden…. And stick it to the RSW booking committee…. Until then….. enjoy that belt….

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Backstage, Esmeralda von Krauss is walking down the hallway, leaving a trail of smoke from her Egyptian cigarette in a foot long holder. She’s in a red shimmering dress that’s plunge down nearly to her belly button. It most certainly has the use of double sided tape to keep her covered. Next to her walks “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne, who flashes the stunning Esmeralda looks of disgust when Esmeralda is not looking.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: My husband has been arrested. Thanks to the ongoing efforts of your friends. At least you know where your loyalties lie since we are getting you out of that nasty asylum forever. You do know where your loyalties lie, dahling?



Tabitha looks down to the floor, not really wanting to answer the question. She wants so badly to be out of the asylum. To be away from the rampant abuse that goes on there. Her friends were not going to be able to get her out and so she had to make a choice.



TABITHA OSBORNE: Of course I know where my loyalties lie. You and Armand are getting me out of Hell. I am thankful for that.



Esmeralda laughs, blowing smoke into the air as she does so.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Good, dahling. I’m glad to hear that you have come to your senses. I still have a mission for you, dahling. That twisted little bitch that attacked my Armand has been banned from the arena instead of facing you in the ring. If this Lilith should enter the arena, I expect you to find her and take her down. Is this something that you can do?



Tabitha pulls out a dagger with a serpentine blade, her ritual dagger.



TABITHA OSBORNE: You want her slain? I can cut her from sternum to slit and then strangle her to death with her own guts.



Esmeralda stops walking to look at Tabitha with a strange smile. She shakes her head, changing the look back to one of impassiveness.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: No. I would rather you just beat her down and then remove her from the arena.



Tabitha does an exaggerated pout.



TABITHA OSBORNE: Oh poo. You’re no fun. The Lord of Madness would love to take Lilith into His waiting tentacles. Just let me kill her.



Esmeralda holds up the cigarette holder, flicking ashes onto the floor.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Genug! I’ll not have you slaughtering my employees or talking bout your gibberish worship of Cthulhu, dahling. Just find Lilith when she breaks into the arena and eject her! You will follow my orders to the letter or you wil be back on a plane to Killswitch Island. Sind wir uns einig?



TABITHA OSBORNE: What? I don’t speak German!



Esmeralda rolls her eyes, blowing smoke into Tabita’s face with a sneer.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I said. Are we clear?



TABITHA OSBORNE: Crystal.

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BOB MOONIE: This is the opening boost of the night and it is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Adam Reck!



“Real Rock N Rolla” by Yonosuke Kitamura begins playing as Adam Reck walks out from the back to mild cheering from the fans. He makes his way down to the ring*



TOMMY ONIONS: Another new guy. We seemed to e getting a lot of those either new or returning of late. This one welcomed by Senor Vinnie again.



JOSEPH GREER: Why does Senor Vinnie get saddled with opening match duties?



TOMMY ONIONS: No idea. I would be pissed off.



BOB MOONIE: Annd his opponent…Senor Vinnie!



Epic Metalachi begins playing. As Senor Vinnie walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans with Cactus Pete in hand. He makes his way down to the ring and places Cactus Pete in his corner on the ring apron before rolling into the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: As I suspected, Vinnie doesn’t look very happy.



JOSEPH GREER: I wouldn’t be very happy either. Let’s see how this match turns out.



As the bell rings to start the match, Vinnie begins battering Adam with lefts and rights before whipping him into the ropes and hitting a high knee on the rebound that sends Adam to the mat. Vinnie goes to stomp Adam in the chest, but Adam rolls out of the way and to his feet to come up behind Vinnie. He grabs Vinnie by the arm and hits a ripcord lariat!



Adam pulls Vinnie up, going for an exploder suplex, but Vinnie hits a DDT! Vinnie gets up and applies a single leg boston crab. Adam reaches and grabs the bottom rope to have the ref break the hold.



Vinnie grabs Adam and hits a German suplex. He holds on so that he can hit another and another! At the third time, he bridges up for the cover.



One



Two



Thr-Adam kicks out!



Vinnie gets to his feet, waiting for Adam to rise up, and sends him back to the mat with a discus clothesline! Vinnie stomps Adam a few times and applies a Mariachi Recliner!



The ref checks to see if Adam will submit, but he refuses. Vinnie cranks on the pressure, causing Adam to cry out pain.



TOMMY ONIONS: Vinnie has that locked in the middle of the ring. I don’t think that he’s going to be able to break out of it.



JOSEPH GREER: That would be the best course of action.



The ref checks again to see if Adam will submit, but he still refuses. Vinnie cinches back to apply even more pressure to Adm’s back and neck to bring out another yelp of pain from Adam.



TOMMY ONIONS: Soooo…cigarette?



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t smoke. This match will be over soon enough.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s ok. I don’t smoke cigarettes anyway.



JOSEPH GREER: What do you smoke?



TOMMY ONIONS: Weed normally, but I won’t say no to a good crack rock. I was just being friendly. Is this match over yet?



JOSEPH GREER: No. It’s not over yet.



Vinnie breaks the hold himself, hitting three more German suplexes, and then reapplying th Mariachi Recliner.



JOSEPH GREER: Vinnie looking to snap that neck and back one way or another.



TOMMY ONIONS: I just wish that he would do it faster.



This time after being held in the hold for not long, Adam signals to the referee that he gives up.



BOB MOONIE: Winner of the match via submission…Senor Vinnie!



Senor Vinnie releases Adam Reck and stands victorious in the middle of the ring.



“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing instead of Vinnie’s music. He looks curiously to the entrance stage as Esmeralda von Krauss walks out from the back.



TOMMY ONIONS: What could she want?



JOSEPH GREER: She could want Senor Vinnie? I mean Armand is in prison.



TOMMY ONIONS: That would not be shocking.



Esmeralda signals for her music to be cut with her foot long cigarette holder, loading it up with an Egyptian cigarette, and lighting it.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Vinnie, dahlling. You have done well against these lesser opponents for some time now that I feel that it’s time to give you a challenge. Next Anarchy, you will face Lex Collins for the Anarchy title! Fight well.



Vinnie looks around at the cheering crowd in a state of shock.



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit! Senior Vinnie against Lex Collins for the Anarchy title!



JOSEPH GREER: That will be an exciting match for sure. Can Vinnie remain undefeated after that?



Esmeralda smugly grins as she watches Vinnie’s elation at getting a title shot at last. She flicks ashes onto the floor and heads to the back.



TOMMY ONIONS: Demolish your opponents, get a title shot in the end. Vinnie could be undefeated as the Anarchy champion!



JOSEPH GREER: That he could be.

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We cut to Adam Reck, backstage, resting his hand on his neck after his match with Senor Vinnie.



ADAM RECK: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am The Irish Ace, Adam Reck. Tonight, you saw me take an L but I’m only breaking into Riot Star Wrestling, please… bare with me. But, I promise you this… This is only me breaking into the business, I haven’t wrestled in like 6 months? I’m a bit rusty.



Adam rubs his neck a little bit.



ADAMRECK: But, this, sure won’t be the last you see of me. When I come back, I’ll be… Victorious. Because you never bet against The Ac-



Adam’s focus is no longer to the audience watching but someone walking by, he walks into camera frame and it’s “The Iconic Prince” Maverick! He stops in front of Adam and pats him on the back a few times.



MAVERICK: Well done, you were good out there.



Maverick then walks out of frame, Adam jaw dropped over who just walked by as we cut back to the ring for some more action.

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BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…



CROWD: ONE FALL!



BOB MOONEY:… And is a special ’Genesis Daredevil Rules’ match!



The crowd cheers loudly at Bob’s announcement, despite most RSW fans having no idea what the match entails. The word daredevil has made the match the subject of much speculation.



BOB MOONEY: Introducing first, from New York, New York and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds…making his return to Riot Star Wrestling…Kintaru!



’A Nightmare to Remember’ by Dream Theatre begins, but despite Bob Mooney’s efforts, the cheap return pop simply doesn’t happen, instead the very air of London becomes thick with something besides fog as the jeers for the returning former Genesis, GCW and RSW veteran fill the air.



JOSEPH GREER: Listen to that Tommy! Kintaru is lucky that no one brought tomatoes with that kind of welcome!



TOMMY ONIONS: Meh, this new guy could be good yet Greer, it’s way too early to tell!



JOSEPH GREER: Ummm Tommy, Bob literally just welcomed him back to RSW. So Kintaru isn’t new, you’ve called his matches before…



TOMMY ONIONS: Really? You’re sure?



JOSEPH GREER: *sighs* Yes, I’m sure Tommy.



Unfazed by the overwhelmingly negative reaction, Kintaru walks out as though he were being welcomed as a returning hero.



Staring down Shawna as he steps through the ropes, you can practically see the goosebumps spread across her skin.



JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru was known in Genesis for his mental warfare and he’s certainly doing his best to ensure that Shawna Savante knows that this is a Genesis Daredevil match.



TOMMY ONIONS: What exactly are the rules, Greer?



JOSEPH GREER: Well Tommy, the match only ends three ways. Pinfall, submission or Technical Knockout.



TOMMY ONIONS: Technical Knockout?



JOSEPH GREER: Basically, if the referee declares one competitor unable to continue, Shawna can award the other the victory.



TOMMY ONIONS: So Shawna can just pick a winner?



JOSEPH GREER: No Tommy, she can’t just pick a winner. According to backstage sources, it’s my understanding she has been given special instructions for this match from both England’s Boxing and Mixed Martial Arts Commissions on exactly what constitutes a TKO for the purposes of this match.



Posing on the second rope, Kintaru looks out over the crowd and finally down the entrance ramp with disdain.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…from Dallas, Texas…weighing in at two hundred pounds…Steve Murdock.



’Evil Walks’ by AC/DC starts playing and the crowd erupts in cheer, Murdock has long been a darling of the blue-collar fan, but tonight against someone such as Kintaru, he’s the beneficiary of the crowd’s hate for the brash New Yorker.



JOSEPH GREER: Now here is a man that was synonymous with hardcore wrestling when Genesis was at it’s peak.



TOMMY ONIONS: Which was when exactly? I never even heard of the place. What is that around his waist?



Sure enough, Murdock has a Championship belt around his waist. Black leather, the gold plates are set off by red and black flames and demons…the Genesis Daredevil Championship!



JOSEPH GREER: Wow! The Genesis Daredevil Championship! Murdock showed it in the lead up to tonight’s match, but I never expected him to actually bring it with him!



Standing center stage, Murdock holds what was once his most prized possession high above his head prompting another burst of cheers from the London crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: And Tommy, to answer your other question; through our shared lineage with Gate City Wrestling, Genesis would have been a fore-bearer to RSW. GwF started things, leading to the creation of Genesis to groom talent for GwF, then Global Wrestling Federation closed leaving the up and coming Genesis Roster to stand on it’s own two feet.



Murdock, in contrast to his opponent, takes time to allow the fans a moment with a part of RSW’s lineage. Fans high five the last daredevil, take selfies with Murdock and the title and generally show the man that championed this style for so long that his efforts are not in vain.



JOSEPH GREER: And did it ever, for years Genesis stayed at the top of its game with the likes of Seth Iser, Future and Kintaru…then later stars like ’D’, Jason Speck, Christian King and even minority RSW Owner, Chris Parsons. In fact, we now have four former Genesis stars on the roster, a firm link to RSW’S history.



TOMMY ONIONS: So that was the past, this is now.



JOSEPH GREER: Except one of those four owns part of the company and another is about to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship!



TOMMY ONIONS: Details, details Greer.



Tossing the title belt to Kintaru, the moment he catches it he takes a stiff kick to the gut followed by heavy punches that rock the much larger man back toward the corner as Shawna calls for the bell.



Clearly caught off guard at Murdock’s assault, Kintaru is dazed.



DING! DING!! DING!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! Murdock is getting right to it! We’re all Genesis Daredevil matches like this?



JOSEPH GREER: My understanding is yes Tommy, and it’s probably going to get worse…



TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck yeah! I have a new favourite match type!



Snatching the Daredevil Championship, Murdock rushes in, slamming it into the skull of Kintaru before locking up a front face lock…



JOSEPH GREER: Shawna has called for the bell, Kintaru is dazed from the shot with the belt! Murdock Special! The cover!



……..1………



……………..2………..



……………………….3….no!



Kintaru just gets a shoulder up drawing a gasp from the crowd, who thought they’d just witnessed an upset in record time!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my God! How close was that?! Steve Murdock was a hair away from what many would call an upset!



TOMMY ONIONS: Go Murdock!



With Tommy and the London crowd cheering him on, Murdock keeps the pressure on. A hard stomp to the larger man’s stomach triggers something in the war-torn veteran.



JOSEPH GREER: A hard stomp. What’s this now? Murdock might be thinking something to the like of a Ronnie Garvin?



Using everything he has in each stomp, Murdock works his way around the much larger man.



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know who you’re talking about but he is stomping the shit out of him!



JOSEPH GREER: Stomach! Head! Arm! Head! Legs! Murdock is doing everything he can to keep the bigger man down!



Staying on his opponent, Murdock has Kintaru reeling, barely able to cover up.



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s not every day you see a dude who is six four getting his ass beat by a guy who’s five ten tops.



JOSEPH GREER: Actually Murdock is officially listed as five foot nine inches according to my notes.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s not any better! And wait…notes? That’s what’s in that book you carry with you everywhere? You’re lamer than I thought.



JOSEPH GREER: Yes Tommy notes on each RSW wrestler…what the hell did you think was in here.



TOMMY ONIONS: In a perfect world, it would be the people who owe you money from your other job as a bookie slash drug dealer…but nooooooooo…



Tommy’s mocking of Joseph becomes a genuine yell of surprise as the battered Kintaru snares a momentary opening between pummeling’s at the hands of a clearly motivated Steve Murdock to do the unthinkable…the crowd lets out a collective and predominantly male groan.



JOSEPH GREER: OH! I think every man in arena felt that one!



Scrambling to a corner as Murdock drops to the mat in a heap, the crowd is practically gathering their torches and pitchforks as Kintaru does his best to get to his feet and shake out the cobwebs.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh God! The humanity!



JOSEPH GREER: But, perfectly legal. Just look at Kintaru!



Anger twisted the former Genesis Champion’s face into a scowl worthy of the devil himself. Running forward, he kicks a forty-yard field goal into the side of Murdock’s head coupling him to the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit!



JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru practically foaming at the mouth there, slowly makes the cover!



……….1…

…………………2……..



Murdock is out at two!



JOSEPH GREER: And Kintaru gets a two count! No doubt still trying to get his bearing dragging Murdock to his feet.



A hard right hand wobbles Murdock back into the ropes as Kintaru sends him hard into the opposite ropes rushing forward with a wild lariat!



JOSEPH GREER: Off the Irish whip, Murdock ducks the clothesline attempt. Off the ropes…



The snap on the power slam shakes the ring drawing a cheer as Kintaru hooks the leg for a pin.



JOSEPH GREER:…oh! What a powerslam! He’s got a cover!



…………..1….

……………………..2…….



Murdock kicks out again.



JOSEPH GREER: Murdock out again at two! Each man has tried to end this hard-hitting contest early!



TOMMY ONIONS: This is what we need more of! This isn’t just a match, this is a fight!



JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru now going to work once again on Murdock!



Raining down a series of punches, Murdock does his best to simply cover up.



Once more dragging the smaller man to his feet, this time Kintaru sends him hard into the far corner!



JOSEPH GREER: OH! Kintaru now sending him hard into the turnbuckles!



TOMMY ONIONS: Jesus, did you see his head snap back?



Getting a head of steam, Kintaru rushes Murdock with a spear to the cornered man.



An audible sound of bone hitting metal causes a fair portion of the crowd to wince as Kintaru’s momentum carries him not just into the ring post, but then tumbling to the floor.



JOSEPH GREER: Murdock got out of the way! Kintaru hard shoulder first into the ring post and to the outside! Here’s a chance for him to recover and regain control of what has been a wild match to say the least!



TOMMY ONIONS: If by wild you mean awesome!



Steve Murdock rolls to the outside, looking to take the fight back to his fellow Genesis alumni. On all fours, a keen eye would see Kintaru is reaching under the ring…



TOMMY ONIONS: Wait what does he have there?



Swinging wildly, the sound of shattering glass seems to echo throughout the arena and time almost slows as glass shards explode in all directions at once.



TOMMY ONIONS: HOLY SHIT!



JOSEPH GREER: Wow, what a testament to the toughness of Steve Murdock!



Face down, a pool is slowly starting to form. But somehow, Genesis’ last Daredevil is still slowly moving.



JOSEPH GREER: OH GOD! Look at Murdock! He’s just a bloody mess!



The crowd cheers and groans almost together as Steve is dragged back up. His face streaming with blood.



Measuring Murdock, Kintaru leaps up into the air sending the crimson masked man back to the unforgiving arena floor.



JOSEPH GREER: WOW! Kintaru Kutter on the outside!



TOMMY ONIONS: Yes!



Kintaru doesn’t attempt to cover Steve, it wouldn’t have counted if he had. He also didn’t bother attempting to get Murdock back in the ring.



Instead, he looks up at Shawna in the ring.



KINTARU: End it…or I will.



Either not understanding or not believing in, Shawna can still see Murdock attempting to make his way to the guard rail.



JOSEPH GREER: As exciting as they are, this is why these matches are…



TOMMY ONIONS:…awesome!



JOSEPH GREER: No Tommy, dangerous. Kintaru appears to have no regard for Steve Murdock as a human being, let alone a competitor!



Reaching under the ring a second time, Kintaru draws a cheer from the crowd as he holds a kendo stick up high above his head.



CRACK!



The crowd draws a gasp as the kendo stick attacks the skin of Murdock’s back only to find Kintaru measuring for a second shot!



CRACK!



Following the second shot, this time to the head, Kjntaru once again looks up at Shawna.



KINTARU: End it or I will!



CRACK!



Discarding the splintered and useless kendo stick, Kintaru reaches under the ring for a third time.



JOSEPH GREER: He’s got a chair now! Someone stop this! Get an EMT to ringside!



TOMMY ONIONS: This is amazing! Murdock is still alive!



BANG!



The sound of the chair connecting with Steve Murdock’s skull echoes throughout the arena.



Murdock is clearly out, the human form only capable of taking so much trauma to the skull before shutting down in an effort to ease the pain.



BANG! BANG!!



Two more shots pepper the back of the prone Murdock and Kintaru looks up to Shawna.



Not satisfied, he places the chair under the head of Murdock.



JOSEPH GREER: This has gotten out of hand, Steve Murdock is tough as nails, but he human being!



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell are you talking about?!



The crowd cheers as Murdock fights against a likely concussion and gravity itself to reach all fours.



TOMMY ONIONS: Curb Stomp!



Driving Murdock back down into the chair, Kintaru sees movement still and can’t believe his eyes.



JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru now is just starting at Shawna, waiting for her to say it’s over!



TOMMY ONIONS: Personally I hope this bitch is blind!



Walking past the nearly broken Murdock and through the pool of the man’s blood, wet footprints lead to the corner of the ring and the stairs.



JOSEPH GREER: No…he’s not thinking?! No! Come on! Someone needs to stop this!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit son! He’s going to do it!



Loosening the steel steps, Kintaru strains under the weight of the steps and his own collision with the ring post and growls at Shawna Savante one last time!



KINTARU: End it…or I will!



Murdock is barely conscious, and that’s if you consider basic motor function as conscious. Kintaru is ready to end the match and likely Murdock’s career as well.



Tension mounts as Shawna looks from Kintaru to Steve Murdock and then finally the timekeeper…



TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t you dare Shawna!



Shawna calls for the bell and Kintaru throws the stairs over Murdock to crash to the floor and skid into the barricade scattering fans.



DING! DING!! DING!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It’s over!



BOB MOONEY: Ladies and gentlemen, Referee Shawna Savante has called a stop to this match, your winner by TKO…Kintaru!



’A Nightmare to Remember’ by Dream Theater begins but the boos are, at least temporarily, replaced by wild cheers for what was an intense display of hard hitting and high impact action!



TOMMY ONIONS: Bullshit, it was just getting good!



Backing off, Kintaru raises his left arm still favouring the right shoulder. EMTs swarm the former Daredevil Division kingpin.



JOSEPH GREER: Shawna had no choice there, Murdock was clearly out and operating solely on a fighter’s instinct to get up and was not intelligently defending himself! What was she supposed to do, let the man take brain damage?!



TOMMY ONIONS: Yes!



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy! The man is a human being!



TOMMY ONIONS: You say that but look at the monitor.



The crowd cheers as Murdock stumbles to his feet, refusing assistance from the medical staff who are practically begging him to see reason.



Murdock is finally forced unto the stretcher by the combined effort of the backstage and medical personnel, but refuses to lay down. Instead, he sits there with blood streaming down his face, staring at Kintaru as he celebrates a harder fought win than expected.



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know what to say Greer, that will be my favourite match of the night! Weapons, blood, crazy attempts to end the career of Murdock, that was my kind of match Joey!



JOSEPH GREER: Usually I hate to agree with you Tommy, but both of these men did the memory of Genesis proud here in London! What a crazy match! Steve Murdock may not be human, the level of punishment he endured after very nearly winning the match in his own right, was incredible. That was a once in a lifetime display of guys and heart from Steve Murdock and the fans are showing their appreciation as EMTs wheel Murdock backstage to be looked at! The miracle here is that he never gave up, in the end referee Shawna Savante ended the match before he could sustain even more damage! Things are heating up and it’s still early in the night!



TOMMY ONIONS: Steve Murdock is my new favourite wrestler Joey! Fuck yeah! Anarchy Forty-Five rules!

[vastrix]

The Riotron lights up and we see Knucks he has his Awoken tank top and a red swimsuit on. The red suit has white skulls on it. He has his dreads pulled back with a red Awoken bandana under it. No face paint and a large blunt hanging out of his mouth.



Knucks is looking down at the ocean as he reaches for his phone. He exhales as he scrolls through his phone. He finds a contact that says Stupid CUNT Do Not Answer. He hits the call button and he just shakes his head. As the phone rings, he takes another long drag off of the blunt. Finally, the person answers the phone.



KNUCKS: hey shut the fuck up and just listen to me.



…



KNUCKS: As you know I went on a vacation and I am not currently around a situation I need to be cleaned up. If you do me this favor I am willing to put my feelings aside.



…



KNUCKS: look don’t push your fucking luck with me… listen it has to be done and it has to be done tonight. if this problem isn’t aborted tonight and it continues to grow…. Let’s just say I will be a very angry man.



…



Knucks takes another huge hit and washes it down with some Caribbean beer. He has a huge smile on his face…



KNUCKS: Make sure it’s on film I want to watch it when this problem is aborted and gone.



Knucks chugs more beer and hits the blunt as he spits into the ocean. His smile starts to change.



KNUCKS: listen, bitch, I don’t care if there is collateral damage. Just do the damn job and don’t fuck up.



Knucks finishes smoking on the blunt and starts to piss into the ocean.



TOMMY ONIONS: Hmmmmm, I wonder who he was talking to?



JOSEPH GREER: No idea, but I have a feeling we’re about to find out…



The scene changes as we are bought outside tonights arena where Anarchy is being held. It is clearly a cold, wet night as several people are shown with their umbrellas up rushing to get out of the pouring rain. The camera zooms around a few typical London attractions like black taxi cabs and double decker buses before finally zooming into the arena entrance. Security is heavily laid out across the entrance as a figure can be seen standing opposite them with their hand up to their ear. The camera zooms into the figure and it is soon found out to be none other than RSW Superstar, Lilith, who had obviously been denied access into the arena.



TOMMY ONIONS: Wait… do you think Knucks was talking to Lilith?!



Lilith continues to pace back and forth, glaring angrily at the security as she listens carefully to whoever is on the other end of the phone.



LILITH: Sooooooo you’re saying alls I gots to do is deal with that yuck ball and THEN we’ll be besties forever and ever and EVER?!



Lilith waits for the desired answer and then grins back at whatever had just been said to her.



LILITH: Ooooooo okayz deal! And then we can go out for a cookie play date…. hello? Knuckles?! Hmmmm… he hung up.



Lilith shrugs her shoulders and she puts her mobile phone away in her bra. She turns her attention back onto the security guards and smiles sweetly at them.



LILITH: Okayz guys… it has been SUPER fun spending time with you all tonight but I gots stuffs to do now. I just want you all to remember one thing… this wouldn’t have happened if you’d have just let me in like the good little boys that you all are …



Lilith grins wickedly at the security men as the scene fades to black. A scuffle can be heard breaking out before one much louder splash noise puts an end to the whole thing as if someone had just been thrown into a large puddle.



LILITH: Great now I’m all wet! Well… time to rethink stuffs!

[vastrix]

The scene cuts backstage as we zoom into one of the backstage doors by the side of the corridor. Inside whatever room we are looking at it is almost instantly noticeable that whoever is inside are currently in the middle of an argument.



VOICE: YOU THINK I WANT TO DO THIS?! Just after my Teddy was brutally murdered?! No! I’m not a monster like her… but at the same time… LOOK… I have no choice, okay?! He said he’d be my bestie AND would go out for a cookie play date with me if I do this… AND WHAT GIRL DOESNT WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEIR HUSBANDS FRIENDS?!!



Some mumbles can be heard through the door but unlike the other voice that we now know to be that of Liliths this one can not be made out at all.



LILITH: YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF!!! And the most upsetting stuffs is I thought we could be friends! I really did! Suuuuuure you might like yucky stuffs instead of cookies… and have SUPER weirdo friends unlike my teddy bears who are just soooooo sweet and loving… BUT WE STILL COULD HAVE BEEN BESTIES!!! AND YOU RUINED IT!!! Why did you have to do this, Chey Bear?! WHY?!! Now I gots to teach you a lesson and I knows you’ll hate me but … I just gots to do this!



The other girl can be heard screaming as if she was in agony and Lilith remains silent for a few moments before finally speaking again and stepping back opening the door a little bit as she did so. The camera moves into position and Lilith and Cheyenne can be seen standing opposite each other, both of them looking extremely tense. Surrounding them all over the floor are Cheyennes friends, the roaches. Lilith takes a few more steps back from the pile of them she was about to step out, the anger and tension visibly leaving her body.



LILITH: I can’t do it… when I look at you… when I look at them… all I can see… all I’m reminded of, is how I felt when I watched Teddy get killed when that bitch bear Andi Snow got her gross little hands on him… and I can’t do this to you… I can’t put you through it… and I…



Lilith took another step back opening the door further as if she was ready to leave but before she can turn around… CRUNCHHHHH! Lilith accidentally steps onto one of the roaches, crunching and killing it instantly. Lilith gasps in absolute horror as she realizes what she has just done.



LILITH: Oh my g—-



CHEYENNE: I.. WILL KILL YOU!!!



The enraged woman barrels towards the brunette, careful not to crush anymore of her babies. Cheyenne chases Lilith out of the locker room and halfway down the corridor. Realizing she would never catch the panicked woman, Cheyenne darts back to gather up her remaining children.



CHEYENNE: Its ok my darlings. No one else will hurt you. I wont let anyone else hurt my babies. And Lilith will pay. Yes yes.. She shall pay for her insolence. I have lost to much in these last few weeks. It is time I do unto others as others have done unto me.



The camera fades as Chey bags up her precious insects.

[vastrix]

JOSEPH GREER: Welcome Back!


TOMMY ONIONS: What a hell of a match, no we know why it is called a Daredevil match Greer!



BOB MOONEY: The following is a one fall



Crowd: One Fall!



BOB MOONEY: to a finish. Introducing first from Salem Massachusetts, weighing in at 260lbs Hell’s Soldier Dreeeeeeddddddd!!!!



Slip to the Void by Alter Bridge plays as Leon Dread strolls down the ramp.



JOSEPH GREER: Dread Seems to have left Aria back at home, good call with the psycho he is in the ring with tonight.



TOMMY ONION: Shame his opponent is hot but a freak. I would have loved to see some freak on freak action tonight! HLA!!!



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent hailing from Chicago Illinois, and weighing in at 120lbs Cheyennnnnnnnneeeee!!!



A creepy version of itsy bitsy spider plays as the red-headed woman in a figure shrouding tattered black and moss colored floor length Overcoat slowly appears threw the curtain spastic shaking her head back and forth. In her hand, she holds a black leather bag that appears to be alive. The lights flicker off and on to the beat giving the appearance that the woman is blinking in and out towards the ring. Upon reaching the squared circle, she puts the bag into her mouth then pulls her self up onto the apron then back bends over the top rope flipping into the ring. Holding the bag high above her head she drops the coat revealing underneath a tightly fitted dark green and black top and tight green pants with knee-high black boots.



The two circles the ring for a few minutes then go for a tie-up, which Dread easily overpowers Cheyenne and presses her to the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know what she was thinking tieing up with the larger Dread, but one..tw.. Oh, Cheyenne has her legs around Dreads neck. Wish she’d do that to me.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s a choke, you idiot. Dread may tap out right here!



Dread power lifts the smaller woman and buckle bombs her into the corner breaking the hold. He mounts her in the corner and hits her with three solid punches before Chey dips out and superkicks the man’s leg, making him topple from the corner. She stomps the man’s face before he can get up. When Dread makes it to his feet he manges to kick Chey in the gut but she retaliats with a round house that staggers the man.



TOMMY ONION: Now she shooting back between his legs the lucky basterd!



JOSEPH GREER: She attempted a double leg takedown and got a side slam for her effort. Cheyenne just can’t match power with the much bigger man!



Chey rolls out of the way of a leg drop and soccer ball kicks the seated Dread. She then gets down on her belly and pulls back one of the man’s fingers snapping it back, then another, then another as she goes through each digit. She ends with the pinky giving a grin before biting the man’s fingertip. Blood rushes everywhere, but Dread ignores it as he lands punch after punch into the woman’s skull.



TOMMY ONION: Kinky, she’s into biting as well!



Both wrestlers make it to their feet and Dread Irish whips Cheyenne into the corner, bumping the referee. He then charges in full speed and splashes both cornered people.



TOMMY ONION: Zebra down! Things going to get interesting now!



Lilith: Excuse me!



The dark haired lady comes out from the back, microphone in hand.



JOSEPH GREER:Thats Lilith! She isn’t supposed to be here! She’s banned from the arena tonight after what she did last week!!



Lilith: I said Excuse me!!! Now if I could get everybeardy’s attention…



Dread looks at the woman, not quite sure what to think as the ref is still out. Cheyenne rolls over on her belly also looking at the woman. Lilith walks to the ring and as she walks up the steps Dread rushes her but is thumped right between the eyes with the microphone. The man drops and Lilith gets into the ring and begins to stomp the man.



Lilith: THIS…IS…FOR…TEDDY!!!!!!



The raven-haired woman continues to beat the man with the microphone until his skull burst with his crimson lifeforce. She then rolls out and grabs a chair and gets back into continue the assault. After a few more shots she throws the chair to the crowd.



LILITH: “Here all you yucky smelly bear haters!”



She then looks at Cheyenne who is now standing eye to eye with the younger woman. Lilith had something in her hand. Cheyenne’s bag of roaches! She pretends to smash them and Cheyenne panics reaching out desperately. Lilith bulls the bag away quickly then sets it on the ground, and pretends to step on the bag. Again Cheyenne flinches and Lilith stops her foot just short and laughs.



LILITH: Knucks says hi you stupid red bear!



Lilith pretends to step on the bag once more and tears are streaming down the freckled face of the paler woman. Cheyenne is on her knees begging as Lillith acts once more as if she is going to squash the red-heads friends again. But she slips and lands butt first on the bag. Lilith’s face turns to that of a worried child about to get beat by an angered parent. She gets up quickly and the bag is flattened, bug guts stain the canvas and Lilith’s buttocks. Lillith goes to run away but as she turns her back Cheyenne grabs her in a rear naked choke.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh no! Lilith is fading fast!



TOMMY ONION: yeah but her tits still look nice! Good job camera man!



Lilith has passed out but Cheyenne does not release the hold. But soon she has to as several stomps break her hold and Dread is on her beating the snot out of the woman.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh good here comes *Esmeralda von Krauss to get order back int this!



TOMMY ONION: What a fun ruiner!



Esmeralda von Krauss and several Guards come out and has off the unconscious Lilith. Cheyenne and Dread are exchanging strikes in the ring and Dread lift the woman by her throat.



TOMMY ONION: Whoa it could be all over!



JOSEPH GREER: Dread has Cheyenne up for the “Judgement of Dread” Chokeslam but no!



Cheyenne rolls out of the chokehold and manipulates Dread’s arm joints to get him to the ground applying the Woman’s Scorn arm lock. The man instantly taps and Cheyenne leans back popping the arm.



JOSEPH GREER: And here come more of secuirty to pull Cheyenne off of Dread! God what a match!



BOB MOONEY: Your winner by submission Chey….ennee!!!



Cheyenne breaks free of the guards and crawls over to the mat where her babies where squashed. She lays her face right on the guts pile, sobbing so hard she appeared to be seizing.

[vastrix]

The ring is set up with a large red carpet that covers at least two-thirds of the available ring space.



In the centre there is a table positioned with two chairs on either side waiting to be filled.



JOSEPH GREER: Welcome back to Anarchy! It’s time for the contract signing of our Masquerade main event!



TOMMY ONIONS: Lilith versus Andi Snow in a dildo and lube match?



JOSEPH GREER: No Tommy…even better than that. I mean the advertised Main Event where Shane Mitchell defends his Riot Star Wrestling World Championship against RSW’s resident enigma, D.



TOMMY ONIONS: You actually think that’s better than my suggestion? You’re so gay…I mean not that there’s anything wrong with that…



Shawna Savante for some inexplicable reason is on hand standing in one corner while Alyssa Lucchi holds a microphone about to address the crowd. She looks as delicious as always in a figure-hugging red dress that would perhaps make Esmeralda Von Krauss envious were she not also looking resplendent in a designer gown of her own.



TOMMY ONIONS: Also, why is Shawna out here for a contract signing?



JOSEPH GREER: I’d guess that as RSW’s Senior Referee, she’s out here to ensure there is no question as to the rules of this match. Though it is rare to see RSW’s longest-reigning female employees all in the ring together.



Receiving a nod from Mrs. Von Krauss, Alyssa begins the introductions.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Coming to the ring first. He’s the RSW Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. From Huddersfield in England…SHANE MITCHELL!!!



‘Fools Gold’ by the ‘Stone Roses’ greets the former reverend as he steps into the arena. As the music hits, something odd happens; the crowd splits, the English and clearly wanting to back their countryman, some just unable to put aside the sheer volume of misdeeds accredited to the former reverend.



JOSEPH GREER: There he is, the RSW World Heavyweight Champion, Shane Mitchell. He’s in front of the only crowd that probably won’t boo him out of the building.



TOMMY ONIONS: And why is that? Because he doesn’t take people’s shit? Because he’s the World Champion? How the hell did ’D’ get this match anyway? Didn’t he just lose to Lex Collins? Something about this trips my bullshit alarm Joey.



JOSEPH GREER: You have a point, but it’your lucky night since Mrs. Von Krauss is there in the ring, go ask her Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Man, she’s hot…but some about the way she looks at you…I don’t know man, it creeps me out.



Shane wastes no time in making his way past the outstretched arms of fans, paying them no heed. Reaching the ring, he quickly steps through the ropes and takes off the RSW World Heavyweight Championship, holding it high while the fans cheer.



JOSEPH GREER: Shane of course became champion



Shane shrugs, placing the championship belt a top the table to face the camera, before taking a seat behind it.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Next, we have the number one contender and challenger. He is the enigma that is…D!!!



’Freak’ by Silverchair begins, but D doesn’t immediately enter the arena, he makes the fans wait. After a few moments he puts everyone out of their misery as he steps through the entrance curtain to a rapturous ovation. He moves towards the ring slowly, patiently, in no rush whatsoever.



Stepping into the ring he smiles briefly at Alyssa before approaching the table. Esmeralda takes a step forward making D flinch ever so slightly and avert his eyes before taking his seat opposite the champion.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Welcome gentlemen, my husband is otherwise engaged so I will be taking charge of proceedings this evening – and I know YOU enjoy a woman taking charge.



Esmeralda addresses her final comment to D, who quickly looks away, obviously uncomfortable.



Esmeralda places the contracts in front of the two competitors, D immediately scribbles his mark seemingly eager to get this over with and pushes the paper across the desk with a level of disdain not normally befitting someone about to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship.



Shane immediately recognizes his discomfort and the games begin.



SHANE MITCHELL: You enjoy searching for the truth don’t you?



For a moment, the arena falls silent. What did Mitchell mean? Had ’D’ taken an interest in the former reverend’s life?



JOSEPH GREER: Not sure I get what happened here? As far as I know this is their first one on one match and only the second time they’ve ever faced each other at all.



TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t look at me Greer, I have no fucking clue what Mitchell is talking about. I just know that anyone who Rob Riot referred to as a ninja, is probably dangerous.



Digging around the compound couldn’t be afforded, was the enigma onto the truth? Did he know what had happened to Tiffany? Or worse yet Detective Dorritt? Did he know about Sam as well then?



D: Do you really want to discuss this out here in front of all these people?



Shane laughs.



SHANE MITCHELL: You’re probably right. It’s just that you showing such an interest in MY truth makes me wonder if you’re so open with the truth within your own life.



Shane looks up towards Esmeralda. D notices and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.



SHANE MITCHELL: There’s something very awkward between you two. What’s the truth of your relationship with Mrs Von Krauss D?



His voice is dead, cold. As though all joy in the world was gone.



D: There is no relationship.



SHANE MITCHELL: Oh come on. We can all see something going on here.



Shane smiles as he leans back arrogantly in his seat. If he only knew the truth, perhaps he wouldn’t be so quick to judge his would-be challenger.



SHANE MITCHELL: Why don’t you tell Alyssa there what happened between you and Esmeralda?



D stares at Shane his face turning a brighter shade of red in both discomfort and annoyance.



SHANE MITCHELL: How about you Esmeralda, why don’t you tell Alyssa here what you and her fiance have been getting up to?



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Mr Mitchell. Rest assured if what you are alluding to was correct my husband would have decimated Mr D here and spread his limbs across multiple continents.



SHANE MITCHELL: Oh come on, quit the big talk. Both D and myself have had our quarrels with your husband and we’re here as champion and challenger of the federation. Nocturnal is back, Chris Parsons has escaped his clutches, has anyone ever incurred the wrath of your husband and NOT thrived afterwards.



Shane points at Alyssa who watches intently.



SHANE MITCHELL: Go on, tell her!



The Cheshire Cat-like grin of Mitchell evaporates for an instant when nothing happens. It returns promptly when he realizes things are much worse than he could have ever imagined.



SHANE MITCHELL: Wait a…you knew? Oh this is…Christmas was almost two months ago and it’s not my birthday, you really shouldn’t have.



The condescending tone etched into each of the Champion’s words chips away at the challenger until he finally snaps. D stands and flips the table over. Shane reacts quickly and takes evasive action as it hurtles towards him.



Alyssa looks at her fiancé, it’s clear that whatever Mitchell was attempting to unearth bore a terrible burden unto Alyssa’s slender shoulders. D approaches her but Alyssa brushes past him and climbs down from the ring, walking away without a word. She’d had enough of having the most vulnerable moments of their lives broadcasted over a championship.



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t have a good feeling about this Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Which is why this crazy match makes sense! Esmeralda is messing with ’D’, and she’s winning!



D looks back at Shane who laughs.



SHANE MITCHELL: The truth will set you free! Hmmm…



Pausing, Shane smirks. Alyssa was clearly outraged, who could blame her? But she wasn’t surprised, she knew?



That was a development he wasn’t prepared for. Though, if Alyssa knew about what the crafty German had done with her betrothed, why was she…



SHANE MITCHELL: Her too? Esmeralda, you minx! That’s just too much!



It could be the implications that Mrs. Von Krauss had been intimate with both sides of this couple or maybe that Tommy Onions was actually right, but Joseph Greer is flabbergasted.



JOSEPH GREER: This is incredible…Shane Mitchell might have just found himself involved in yet another scandal involving a member of the Von Krauss family! Rest assured that this match will now be under intense scrutiny.



TOMMY ONIONS: Why? Because the boss pretty much just got caught handing out title matches based on ’private’ matches?



D looks like he’s about to launch himself through Mitchell, but instead turns and quickly makes his way towards the exit, following where his fiancé has gone.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m not sure it’s that simple but Alyssa stormed off clearly upset and now ’D’ has gone after her.



TOMMY ONIONS: I mean, I’m not hating on this at all! Do whatever it takes to get to the top, I gotta give props to that!



Shane retrieves the contract from the ring canvas and takes it to the cornerpost. He signs and them throws it towards Esmeralda where it flutters to the floor as he makes his exit.



JOSEPH GREER: And after the oddest contract signing that I’ve ever seen, not end in a fight…Shane Mitchell will officially defend the RSW World Heavyweight Championship against ’D’ at Masquerade!



TOMMY ONIONS: But what about the real story here, the possibility that ’D’ of all people is a pimp! There is a very real possibility he’s been with both Alyssa and the boss lady! My man!



JOSEPH GREER: I’m not going to jump to any wild conclusions, but clearly something has happened between Alyssa, ’D’, and current show-runner, Esmeralda Von Krauss.

[vastrix]

The trug boat



Drugs, hookers, midgets and you



The trug boat



Come aboard, and they’ll suck you too



The camera pans out while the theme song plays, to see a vast ocean. Waves are lapping and crashing on what appears to be a rusty boat. It looks like a great white shark had attacked it. It definitely wasn’t sea worthy and had no business floating on ocean water.



The boat was crowded with people. There was Knuck’s, Salem, and Erik. Knuck’s wears an awoken tank top, red swim trunks decorated with white skulls and a bandana. Salem wearing his usual face paint. Erik wore all white. mong them on the small, rusty boat were girls of all heights. Almost none were clothed. Some were midgets with big booties.



ERIK: Ahh. Ocean air in my hair, snow in my nose and a hot blonde’s mouth on my balls.



KNUCKS: good times.



SALEM: Who the fuck invited them?



All three looked to the RSW cameraman.



ERIK: Who the fuck is that guy? Is that Cyle Gillroy? The random guy who challenged me? Nah. He’s too much of a bitch. Plus this clown doesn’t look quite so generic.



KNUCKS: I thought you did.



SALEM: Does it matter? We got bitches on this boat.



CAMERAMAN: So where’s this hunk of shit going?



The guys look at each other and shrug.



CAMERAMAN: You have to be kidding me. You three don’t know where the boat is going?



The three shrug again.



KNUCKS: We don’t even know who’s driving this thing.



Erik had put his head down onto a small book on his lap. He comes up wide eyed and smiling.



ERIK: Yo Knucks. What’s it gonna take for you to come try this? You two fucks are holding out anyway. Might as well have fun.



Knuck’s seems to think this over for a minute.



KNUCKS: Fuck yea.



CAMERAMAN: Hold out? For what?



While Knuck’s snorted a line from the book Erik had given him, Salem speaks up.



SALEM: More fucking money. See, me and my boy over there are undefeated. Fuck. We just put RSW back on the fucking map. We did Armand a favor. RSW was a fucking toilet before us.



ERIK: It was a sinking turd in a hobo drinking water.



Knuck’s lifts his head. His eyes are wide and he’s smiling ear to ear.



KNUCKS: holy shit.



Erik laughs



ERIK: Like a hammer from God.



SALEM: We have that turd floating. And we. Want. Paid! We put this fucking place on our backs when we faced NBC at Supremacy. We won. We ain’t coming back till we get a fuckin raise.



CAMERAMAN: That isn’t how it.



Erik quickly cuts him off



ERIK: If you shut the fuck up, ginger here will come give your ball sack a mouth hug like she’s giving me right now. This is the fuckin trug boat. Salem. I brought something special. Got some of that good Tegridy shit.



Erik reaches into his pocket and brings out a fairly large blunt. Knuck’s smells it as soon as it’s lit. He rushes over, taking his face out of a cute redhead midgets tits and swipes the blunt before Erik can get it to Salem.



ERIK: Cocaine is a hell of a drug.



Knuck’s takes the blunt and hits it. He coughs. Salem doesn’t look happy.



ERIK: I guess I should talk about the elephant in the room. Ok, baby. You’re done for now.



Erik taps a blonde head that is in his lap. The blonde wipes her mouth and stumbles away. Erik zips his white pants.



ERIK: Clyde Gains. I accept your challenge, though I have no idea who you are or even why you’d be challenging a man of my stature in RSW. Though I guess that’s what nobodies like yourself will do. So you were World Champ? Ok? I care? I dont. You’re a jobber who doesn’t know it. Anyway. There you go. Now you can go jack off in a corner knowing that Erik Black answered you.



Erik motions to the blonde from before. She has white powder on her nose.



The blonde midget waddles over. Her head disappears in his lap



ERIK: Ok. Finish the job, bitch. And don’t you forget to swallow the baby batter.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONIE: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Chris Gibson!



“The Dope Show” by Marilyn Manson begins playing as Chris Gibson walks out from the back to an indifferent crowd. He looks around the arena at the crowd that seems to either be ignoring him at best or booing him in a sort of uncaring way. He shakes his head with a laugh as he heads down to the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: The last time these two had a conflict, Gibson ended up on the injury list with a punctured lung. I think Armand might have even fired him for ruining his desk with his blood.



TOMMY ONIONS: Glad we have Esmeralda and Nocturnal in charge now so that nev-always happens.



JOSEPH GREER: True that. Current management cares about the health of the workers here about like a Nazi cared for the Jews in the gas chamber.



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit that got dark! You’re not wrong, but damn.



BOB MOONIE: And his opponent…Havok!



“Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie begins playing as Havok walks out to the cheering of the fans. He waves to a few of the fans before making his way down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: The fans still cheer for Eddie, even though he is the one who really put Gibson on the shelf.



JOSEPH GREER: The fans don’t remember this and even if they did they don’t blame Eddie for the injury. If anything, they cheered for Gibson to be put out.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s true. I know I cheered when it happened.



JOSEPH GREER: You would be cheering when most people are injured. It’s because you’re an evil, sadistic person.



TOMMY ONIONS: And proud of it.



Inside the ring, Gibson and Havok square off as the bell sounds to start the match. They begin a collar-elbow lock up, but halfway through Havok switches to punching Gibson in the rib cage. He hits a few more body blows before releasing Gibson and delivering a near decapitating clothesline that sends Gibson hard to the mat.



Gibson is back up quickly, hitting a knee lift, and then a suplex. He pins the inside of Havok’s arm down with a knee and hits an arm destroyer. He holds the move for a moment before twisting the arm to smash Havok’s wrist against the side of his own head.



TOMMY ONIONS: Eddie quit hitting yourself!



JOSEPH GREER: Such an odd tactic.



Gibson stands up, holding the wrist of the arm he inflicted the arm destroyer on. He kicks the outside of the elbow to hyperextend the arm and applies an arm bar. Gibson releases the hold as he pulls Havok up and whips him into the corner. Gibson rushes in for an avalanche, but Havok gets his knees up to block him. Gibson staggers backwards from the impact, Havok charges out of the corner to slam an elbow home to Gibson’s jaw hard enough to send him to the mat.



Gibson starts getting up right away, but is caught and sent back to the mat wit an inverse headlock driver! Havok hooks a leg for the pinfall!



One



Two



Th-Chris kicks out!



Havok kneels up, delivering a quick downward punch to the chest as Gibson tries to get up. Havok gets to his feet, hitting a standing moonsault. He goes for the cover once again.



One



Tw-Gibson kicks out.



TOMMY ONIONS: Eddie really pouring on the offense.



JOSEPH GREER: He wants to win?



TOMMY ONIONS: Duh. No one goes into the ring with the hopes of losing with style. Unless you happen to be Marcus Anderson when going up against Shane Mitchell later on tonight.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m sure even Marcus is hoping for some kind of miracle victory.



Havok gets to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes, and hitting a high knee to the rising Gibson. He climbs to the top rope, lifts his arms into the air, and leaps high into the air.



He impacts the mat as Gibson rolls out of the way, curling up into a ball, and groaning in pain. Gibson gets to his feet, kicking Havok in the side with a sneer. He pulls Havok up, knees him in the gut a few times before shoving him off. Havok nearly recovers from being stunned when Gibson hits a super kick!



Gibson goes for the pinfall.



One



Two



Thr-Havok kicks out!



Gibson kneels up, looking to the ref in anger, who shows him two fingers in defense. Gibson stands up, pulling Havok up, and whipping him chest first into the corner. Gibson comes up behind. Havok, placing him onto the top turnbuckle, and climbing up as well.



JOSEPH GREER: We could be looking at the German Superplex!



TOMMY ONIONS: That could spell the end for Havok if it hits!



A back elbow puts pause to Gibson’s efforts and Havok applies a side headlock and-



TOMMY ONIONS: I think he’s coming straight for us!



JOSEPH GREER: MOVE!



Hits a bulldog through the commentary team table!



CROWD: Holy shit! Holy shit!



Havok is the first to stir, rising up from the rubble of the table. He staggers to the ring and rolls in. Gibson starts to rise, but falls back to the ruined table. Havok looks to gather himself up, runs across the ring, dives over the ropes, and lands on Gibson in a suicide dive!



The ref waits for a little bit for them to rise, but then rolls his eyes, and exits the ring as Havok goes for the cover outside of the ring! The ref looks like he’s going to reprimand Havok as this isn’t officially a “falls count anywhere” match, but he drops down to make the count.



One



Two



Three!



Havok rolls back into the ring to celebrate as Chris Gibson sits up, realizing what just happened to him. He looks angry as he staggers to the back.



JOSEPH GREER: We’re still waiting for a fresh table, but we are back on the air.



TOMMY ONIONS: Did Eddie pay that ref off? Instead of counting the two out, he counted a fall. What the fuck?



JOSEPH GREER: I’m sure that’s a mystery that we need to resolve. I don’t think Havok even knew where he was after pulling off that last move.



BOB MOONIE: Winner of the match via pinfall…Havok!



The camera focuses on Havok as the feed switches to commercial.

[vastrix]

Salem sat in a chair on the deck of the trug boat stretched out in the sun wearing nothing but a black and blue patterned bathing suit, and, of course, his typical white paint with black around the eyes. The midgets in bikinis smeared sunscreen all over his chiseled body as one little lady put her hand up Salem’s shorts causing him to jump out of the chair.



SALEM: WOAAHH!!!! Hey now, I know my dick would look really big in those tiny little hands of yours, but that Salem dick piece is for Lilith and Lilith ONLY!! ..GOT IT!?



The small black lady tucked her chin down and looked away from Salem, ashamed. He could see the embarrassment on her face.



SALEM: Hey, its ok! Lots of girls try to rub on my meat but I don’t allow it. Do you know how pissed off Lilith would be if she saw you touching the Salem Dick Piece!? Oh my God, she would fuckin kill you.



MIDGET: I’m…I’m really sorry Mr. Shepard.



Salem didn’t reply as he sat back down in his chair soaking in the sun while the dumpy trug boat rocked in the waves.



SALEM: Its ok!! I’m aware that everyone wants a little piece of Salem. I’m one of the hottest fucking things in wrestling right now!! Hell, I’m one of the hottest things in the WORLD right now!! You little ladies been paying attention to what’s been going on!? If you haven’t, let me tell you. I’m undefeated, ladies. I’ve risen to the top of the RSW because I’ve beaten everyone who fucking matters here. Shane, Lex, Andi, Anderson, Parsons….All the big dogs in the RSW!! None of them have the talent to beat me and my winning streak will only continue!!



ERIK: Don’t let that go to your head….



Salem opened his eyes to see Erik and Knucks right there. Knucks with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other; Erik with a little booger sugar residue on each of his nostrils.



SALEM: Gimme that joint…



Knucks handed the fattie to Salem who took a few puffs before he spoke again.



SALEM: …And that shit aint going to my head, bro. I know that I can’t stay undefeated forever, but right now, whos gonna beat me!? Nobody can compare to me in a singles match, and Knucks and I stepped out of the RSW for a tag match against Duke and one of the guys named Chaos, and those idiots couldn’t beat Filth Factory either!! I’m on top of the world, homie!!



KNUCKS: You mean…WERE…on the top of the world. Jesus, your self centered.



ERIK: It’s a better attitude than Kyle has. That guy is just an uptight prick.



SALEM: Oh, sorry…Yes, WERE the best group of wrestlers in the world!! I have to get used to this ‘we’ shit because I’ve never been on a team before….Its still new to me. And you don’t gotta worry about Kyle anymore, Erik. I haven’t taken my meds in several weeks now. Kyle is gone for good, you won’t be seeing that pussy bitch around anymore. Unless Mindy tricks me into taking them but I’m trying to stay away from her. Lilith is my honey now.



ERIK: Jesus Christ….Fuckin around with Lilith will cost you a match, for sure.



SALEM: What!? How so!?



ERIK: Cause you’re gonna be too distracted, Clown Dick!! She’s not like these other girls Knucks and I fuck with….That bitch is legit crazy-crazy!! She’ll get you sidetracked from the important shit, like your career.



SALEM: Naw man, I can handle that crazy girl and wrestle all at the same time!!



Erik half laughed and rolled his eyes.



ERIK: Yeah, we’re not gonna take that chance…



SALEM: …..What the fuck does that mean?



ERIK: It means I’m going to keep her away from you when we’re in the arena. What you do any other day is your business, but shes not gonna be around us at shows. She’ll just distract you and bite your pecker off with that snarly, tooth-filled vagina she has.



SALEM: No she won’t!!! …And what are you talking about ‘she won’t be around us at shows?’ I thought we were going on strike or some shit?



KNUCKS: We are. Were holding out for more money. Were too good to be wrestling for the scandalous pay they give us. That’s why we created our own Filth Factory merch, remember? RSW gets a cut from all the rest of our Awoken merch but we manufacture the Filth products ourselves.



ERIK: Yeah, the RSW is just screwing us over.



SALEM: I know….I’m getting almost as much in Filth merch as the RSW pays me to wrestle. So we really gonna hold out?



KNUCKS: Yup…



SALEM: Good!! We should. I’m tired of being disrespected, I’m tired of the RSW not giving us our fair due. We brought them back to the top of the wrestling world and are they thankful? NO!!! THEY FUCKIN SHOULD BE!!! Did they not see Filth Factory step into in the network and take on some of their, …’biggest stars.’ Knucks and I fucked those guys up, I hit the Nightmarez on a 400lb giant and he hit he AKS for the pin!!



Salem finished his drink and looked around for one of the midgets.



SALEM: Hey!! Little lady, get that fat little ass over there and get me another one of those fruity drinks with that umbrella thingy. And the rest of you, it’s time….lotion up.



Salem relaxed back in the chair soaking in the sun as the midgets slathered his body in sunscreen.



SALEM: This is the best fucking thing I’ve ever done!! I’ve never been to the ocean in my entire life, and within the last month I’ve been on two cruises!! …but this isn’t as nice as the one Knucks and I wrestled on…. Its kinda shitty.



ERIK: Well yeah, its a fucking Trug boat! When the RSW pays us our fair share we’ll buy our own fuckin cruise line…the whole fleet!



The midget brought Salem a new drink with 2 umbrellas instead of 1 and this pleased him. Erik had a thought as she turned and walked away.



ERIK: Hey, ..whos paying for all these midgets?



KNUCKS: Most of them work for free. They get a bunch of followers on their social media or some shit….Some do webcam porn and they say our fanbase has really spiked their subscriptions the last several months. But, the rest? ….Umm, you might ask Salem.



SALEM: What!? No, I um….I kinda show some of them a good time….



He was ashamed and looked away from Knucks and Erik as he spoke. The lady rubbing his chest smiled and giggled though – and pinched his nipple.



ERIK: Eww. Oh hey, Knucks, come with me I gotta show you something…



SALEM: I’ll catch yall later!!!



Erik and Knucks walked off as the midgets continued to rub sunscreen into Salem as he relaxed back into the chair with a huge smile on his face.



SALEM: That’s right, ladies!! Work it in!!! …When the RSW finally pays me what I’m worth, I’ll finally be able to hook you little ladies up!! …But they should already know our worth by this point, and when they DO step up and pay us; were going to obliterate this roster like we did with Duke and Chaos. ….Speaking of Chaos, has anyone seen him? I heard that he left and never came back….WAIT!!! Does this mean that Filth Factory made him retire!? We ended his career!? Take note, RSW…2019 is the year of Awoken.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONIE: This next contest is a Valentine’s Day match scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Andi Snow!



“No Tears Left to Cry” by Ariana Grande cues up on the speakers causing fans in attendance to fill the arena will cheers. The RioTron lights up with Andi Snow’s highlight reel with clips of her hitting the “Snow Storm” on various opponents mixed in with shots of Andi posing for photo shoots.



The usual light blue and purple lights that accompany Andi’s ring entrance are replaced with red and pink lights that swirl around the crowd and illuminate the stage. As the music begins to pick up in tempo, marking the moment that Andi would normally make her appearance, the fans are instead met by a line of gorgeous women, all dressed as Playboy Bunnies and each one carrying a small white stuffed bear holding a red heart for Valentine’s Day. One by one, each woman steps out from behind the curtain and onto the edge of the stage until there are six standing on each side of the ramp leading to the side.



TOMMY ONIONS: Hot dog!



JOSEPH GREER: And then the fake Tommy Onions comes out to be humiliated again.



TOMMY ONIONS: What?



JOSEPH GREER: Nothing.



Finally, Andi Snow appears from behind the curtain and makes her way onto the stage, carrying an identical bear as well. Andi, however, is dressed simply in a silk pale pink mini-robe that reveal her long tanned legs. Held up by a thin strip of lace were a pair of white fishnet stockings that ran all the way down her legs, punctuated by a pair of sparkly pink high heeled stilettos. Andi’s hair, instead of up in her signature high ponytail, was down in two long pigtails that spiraled down her shoulders and around her chest.



TOMMY ONIONS: You know I think those girls and Andi are holding bears!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh, you actually noticed that?



TOMMY ONIONS: My powers of observation are on point.



JOSEPH GREER: Obviously.



Once making her way to the end of the stage, Andi hoists the stuffed teddy bear into the air before the women dressed as Playboy Bunnies do the same. Then, pink pyros burst from the head of the stage before a large banner unfolds revealing a huge version of Andi’s Playboy Magazine cover.



TOMMY ONIONS: As much as I hate that bitch for humiliating me, I went right out and bought that issue of Playboy. I bought several copies in case some of them got sticky.



JOSEPH GREER: That is something that I didn’t need to know. I only bought one copy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Then you going to get you’re only copy sticky!



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t do that. That is I-



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t really care.



Andi then tosses her bear into the crowd and one by one, each woman follows suits. The camera pans in on fans who catch the bear going crazy. The ladies make their way backstage as Andi ascends onto the ramp. On the way down to the ring. She stops halfway to sign copies of her Playboy magazine cover which a few fans behind the barrier along the ramp are holding out. After posing for a few fan selfies, Andi continues down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: You know, Andi could have given Lilith a bear after burning her last one, buuut nooooo. Let’s give all these pretty bears to the fans.



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t know if Lilith would have accepted a replacement bear from Andi.



Making her way up the ring steps, Andi dips under the middle rope and steps into the ring. She struts around the bed in the center for a moment before climbing onto it. Crawling to the center of the bed, Andi props herself up on her knees and blows the crowd a kiss. Andi grips the front panels of her robe before pulling it open, exposing her ensemble underneath. There, on the bed in the center of the ring, Andi revealed her choice of ‘ring attire’ for the evening: A strapless bra made almost entirely of Valentine’s Themed sweetheart candies, and pink lace french cut panties that clung to her hips.



TOMMY ONIONS: Sweet Jesus…



JOSEPH GREER: Andi looks like she could give diabetes by looks alone.



The fans erupt into a roar as Andi grins, flashbulbs flickering everywhere. She tosses her head back and laughs before swinging the robe around above her head a few times then tossing it out of the ring. Andi rolls off of the bed, onto her feet as she struts around the ring once more, running her hands through her pigtails idly, before stretching her arms out along the ropes to lean against them as her theme music dies down.



TOMMY ONIONS: I would so angry fuck that.



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think that she would be up for that.



TOMMY ONIONS: She’s famous now, I’m famous. Famous people should be together even if they hate one another.



JOSEPH GREER: No wonder celebrity marriages don’t last.



TOMMY ONIONS: Andi will make for a wonderful ex. Of course she will be owing me alimony since she will probably be making more than me.



BOB MOONEY: And her opponent…Joe Beb!



“Partly Rock Anthem” by LMFAO begins playing as Je Beb walks out from the back with a shimmering red robe. He front of which is lifted up from his chemically enhanced erection, but the robe doesn’t go high enough to reveal what he is wearing underneath. He begins dancing at the entrance stage before heading down to the ring, stopping from time to time to do a dancing pelvic thrust that makes nearby fans either cheer wildly or boo in revulsion. He rolls into the ring, dancing around the bed in the ring before pulling the robe off like a flasher to reveal a red tank top and bikini briefs with a mesh back. He drops the robe to the mat for Shawna to pick up and throw to the outside of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: That is a lot of see throughness.



JOSEPH GREER: I think we are seeing a side of Joe Beb that we didn’t ever need to see.



TOMMY ONIONS: I can see his ass!



JOSEPH GREER: Yes, Tommy. That’s what I meant.



Andi crawls across the bed, her eyes on Joe’s enormous erection.



ANDI SNOW: Let’s get this underway.



JOE BEB: Yeah. Let’s.



Joe reaches out and casually plucks a candy heart from Andi’s top and pops it into his mouth with a smile.



JOE BEB: What are we doing again?



JOSEPH GREER: Joe forget he’s in a wrestling match?



TOMMY ONIONS: The ring is set up like a porn shoot. I would be confused too.



ANDI SNOW: Let me remind you!



Andi uses the bed as a springboard to jump up to take Joe down with a headscissors takedown to bring Joe down to the mat. Before Joe can react to being thrown down, Andi snatches a cat o’nine tails from the bed and brutally lashes Joe across the chest.



Joe tries to get up, but is lashed across the chest again and again. Instead of trying to get up, Joe reaches under the bed. He comes up with a big black dildo that he jabs at her nethers to get her to back away.



Joe stands up, waggling the dildo at Andi, who waves the whip back.



JOSEPH GREER: So, we have a stalemate action going on.



TOMMY ONIONS: Certainly the weirdest stalemate I’ve ever seen.



Joe tosses the dildo at Andi, who drops the whip to catch the toy. Joe grabs her with a knee lift to the gut and a suplex onto the bed in an action that sends the dildo from Andi’s hand to the floor outside of the ring.



Joe hops onto the bed, Andi reaches for the dildo to use as a weapon. She stops in her tracks with her eyes wide when she realizes the toy she grabbed is warm. Joe looks down to see Andi’s hand on his giant erection. Both look at each other in stunned silence for a minute.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh to be Joe Beb right about now.



JOSEPH GREER: You would want Andi trying to tear off your junk to hit you with it?



TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe not.



Andi releases Joe’s magnificent member, sitting up. Joe hits a double axe handle and then pulls Andi off of the bed with a front face lock. He hits a DDT!



Joe stands back up, looking to the downed Andi, who quickly sits up. The crowd oooh in disgust as Joe nails a hip thrust, slamming his stiffy straight into Andi’s left eye!



TOMMY ONIONS: Was Joe aiming for the mouth and miss?



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t know.



Andi clutches at her eye in pain, but responds with a headbutt right to the privates that bypasses the long john and hits the tender marbles! Joe falls to the mat, curling up into a ball as Andi stands up. She hits a standing moonsault and goes for the pinfall!



One



Tw-Joe kicks out.



Andi jumps to her feet, pulling Joe to his feet. She whips him into the corner, following closely with a handspring back elbow. She grabs Joe out of the corner with a side headlock. She hits a running bulldog out of the corner!



Andi stands up, pulling Joe back to his feet. She grabs Joe again and hits a sitout facebuster!



TOMMY ONIONS: Looks like Andi’s left eye is already turning black.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s going to be a heck of a story to tell.



Andi rolls Joe over and goes for the cover.



One



Two



Thr-Joe kicks out!



Andi kneels up with visible frustration. She looks down in indignation as Joe calmly reaches up, plucks a candy heart from her top, and pops it in his mouth.



TOMMY ONIONS: Too many more of those being pulled off or crushed in moves and she won’t be wearing a top at all.



JOSEPH GREER: Is that hope I hear in your voice?



TOMMY ONIONS: I know, I saw it all already, but live is a whole ‘nother story.



Andi Snow stands up, being met by Joe Beb. He grabs her, hitting a belly to belly suplex. This time Joe goes for the cover, but not before popping another candy heart into his mouth. This time from the mat from where it fell away from the impact of the suplex.



One



Two



Thr-Andi kicks out!



Joe stands up, pulls Andi up. She pulls Joe down into a small package!



One



Two



Thre-NO! Joe kicks out!



TOMMY ONIONS: Andi almost won it there!



JOSEPH GREER: It was certainly lucky for her to remember where she was in the ring.



Andi and Joe both stand up. Joe grabs at Andi for another suplex, but she dodges. Joe grabs the middle of the top instead and pulls. The top comes apart in a shower of candy, but Andi doesn’t bother to cover herself up as the fans go wild with cheering. Tommy Onions is standing up as well (in more ways than one).



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, baby! TAKE IT ALL OFF!



JOSEPH GREER: Sit down, Tommy!



Joe spins the still stunned Andi around, grabs her, and hits a belly to back suplex to the bed. He goes for the cover on the bed!



One



Two



Th-Andi kicks out!



Andi gets her knees to Joe’s chest and pushes him away. She gets off of the bed and-



*CRACK!*



Lilith hits Andi across the back with a steel chair.



LILITH: Take that, you bear killer!



Lilith steps into the ring, cracking Andi with the steel chair again. Joe rushes to help, but is blasted by the chair too. Shawna Savate signals for the bell to be rung to end the match. Security begin to rush down to the ring to chase Lilith off, but she stands her ground in the ring.



That is until she turns around to get hit by a corckscrew cutter from the top rope by “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne!



TOMMY ONIONS: One ambush after another!



JOSEPH GREER: I think Zolothach was told to keep Lilith out of the arena.



TOMMY ONIONS: Looks like she failed.



Lilith rolls out of the ring and begins to run to the back with Tabitha in hot pursuit. Inside the ring, Andi and Joe are starting to get up.



BOB MOONIE: Winner of the match via disqualification…Andi Snow!



Now one of the members of security puts a jacket around Andi to cover her up so that she can head to the back. Joe stands in the ring for a moment before he starts to pick up candies off of the mat.



JOSEPH GREER: We’ll be back after a few messages and cleaning this mess up.



TOMMY ONIONS: Joe Beb is already working on the cleaning.

[vastrix]

Backstage, “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne runs down the hallways.



TABITHA OSBORNE: You can’t hide from me, Lilith!



An arm sticks out of an open door, clotheslining Zolothach to the floor. Lilith steps into the hallway with a kick to the rib cage.



LILITH: Bah hah hah! You can’t stop me!



Tabitha sits up and punches Lilith in the thigh before jumping to her feet. She grabs Lilith and whips. her face first into the wall. She pulls Lilith back, sending her. To the opposite wall. Tabitha lets out a primal scream and charges Lilith, but is deflected face first into the wall.



Tabitha shoots out an elbow, catching Lilith in the side of the head. She turns, grabs Lilith, and hits a suplex. Tabitha jumps to her feet, grabs Lilith, and punches her in the mouth. She whips Lilith through a door and into an empty dressing room.



Tabitha follows her into the room, but falls prey to a wooden chair being smashed across her skull in a move that sends her to the floor. Lilith wipes blood from her mouth with a laugh.



LILITH: You backed the wrong horse!



Lilith pulls Tabitha up, slaps her across the bloody face. Tabitha punches Lilith in the gut and headbutts her to stun her. She grabs Lilith by the hair and smashes her face into the mirror or the dressing table to shatter it.



TABITHA OSBORNE: I won’t go back to the asylum! I WON’T!



Tabitha smashes Lilith’s face onto the dressing table before throwing her across the room to land on a twin sized bed. (In case the would be star needs a nap, you know?)



TABITHA OSBORNE: You know what it’s like at the asylum? No! Esmeralda said to eject you from the arena. She won’t really care if you turn up missing…



Tabitha walks toward Lilith, but takes two feet to the chest that sends her back to the dressing room table where she hides as mirror shards cut into her.



Lilith jumps across the room, kneeing Tabitha in the gut. She grabs Tabitha by the pants and shirt to whip her head first into the wall. Lilith plucks a shard of mirror from her forehead with a smile.



LILITH: I haven’t a blue’s clue what you had to deal with at the asylum and I DON’T CARE!



Lilith catches sight of a flash of dull steel only a moment before jumping back. Tabitha stabs the wall with a ritual dagger!



LILITH: Are you batshit crazy? You could have hurt someone with that!



Tabitha rips the blade from the wall and slashes at Lilith to keep her at bay.



TABITHA OSBORNE: To the waiting tentacles of Cthulhu you will go…



Tabitha lunges at Lilith with the dagger, who catches Tabitha by the wrist, and turns it. There is a struggle as each battles for control of the blade until there is the wet sound of a blade sliding into flesh.



Tabitha’s eyes go wide as she falls backwards to the bed with her own ritual dagger stuck in her side. Blood begins to spill from the wound and onto the bed. Lilith falters, in shock at what happened.



LILITH: I didn’t mean to-this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t come at me with the knife!



Lilith runs out of the room and down the hallway, nearly knocking down a stage hand as she does so. He peers into the room and lets out a girlie scream.



STAGE HAND: Somebody help!