Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2018 12:04:22 GMT -5
The scene comes in from black to focus on Brianna Brookes as she leans over the sink to apply some last second make-up touch ups. The fans watch as she starts to apply the dark charcoal color on her left eye as she hears the sound of a door opening. Glancing to the side, she sees a small figure emerge into the divas locker room. Freezing when she sees the person’s long blond hair and hot pink tips enter and it is clear that her heart is pounding in anticipation as the fans can sense the tension. This was the moment Brianna and everyone else been waiting for… her next run in with the one person who she knew was her biggest threat in a one on one match.
Brianna turned her head and her green eyes meet the piercing blue ones of the Queen of Anarchy herself, Astrid Sedin.
Pausing, the Showtime Champion sets down the eyeliner and waits to see what the next move will be. Both women are standing in a defensive, yet offensive as well, stance. Astrid stands in front of Brianna, putting her hands on her hips as she exhaled sharply.
Astrid Sedin: Look… I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me here. But tonight, there’s something that we need to get out of the way. This is the first time we’re going to be paired up with each other and so we should really clear the air and let our personal bullshit go to the side so that we can take down Savannah and Judith Albrecht. That’s the bigger picture right now. And I know that you’re probably wanting something to turn out better for you than what has happened with Jessie and Brooklyn.
The fans watch on with suspense as Brianna’s lips twitched in the corners. Was this chick for real? It was clear that Brianna didn’t want to deal with Astrid period no matter if it was one on one or tag teaming. Was the general manager Joshua Samson, Esquire once again trying to set her up for failure? It seemed like each week something wasn’t going her way and it seemed to come up the same answer, the general manager. First Mercenary and then that was followed by her run in with Brooklyn and his chase for the Showtime Championship. And then last week’s interaction with Mongrel. They all seemed to have one thing in common and now here was Astrid, Josh’s fiancée, in a tag team match. As much as Astrid hated to lose, costing Brianna her first loss could speak volumes for her. And this was the reason why the fans were on the edges of their seats before the show has even begun.
Brianna Brookes: Something to turn out better than what happened with Jessie and Brooklyn? Last I checked I defeated Jessie in her own Championship defense, followed by defeating her in her championship rematch. Oh wait, the ref screwed that one up and Brooklyn should have technically cost me the match when he sucker punched the poor woman. As for Brooklyn, that entire thing has been nothing but a shit show since he started it.
Astrid Sedin: See… you need to forget about all that bullshit because tonight we have two newcomers to Anarchy that are looking to take our spots. And one of them claims that there’s no competition here. So the two of us need to show her that is a lie and show her that her rightful place is beneath us. Please don’t tell me that Brooklyn’s actions have silenced the fighter within you.
Brianna smirks because little did Astrid know about the fight that was truly about to unfold. Shaking her head a little, Brianna leans against the sink as she crosses her arms over her chest in a relaxed pose.
Brianna Brookes: Brooklyn's actions haven’t silenced me, they’ve made me more aware of what I’m dealing with and the silence is just me recalculating on how to approach… certain things here on Anarchy. The fire is still burning brightly. You know that feeling, the one when something just isn’t going your way and you just want to come out and rip everyone and everything to shreds? Let’s just say you should be thankful to be on the same side of the line as me this time and not in my line of vision.
Although Brianna could probably understand that was exactly how Astrid was feeling, watching Savannah basically slobber all over Joshua must be as infuriating to her as it was to watch every member of SamFam getting opportunities that others could only dream of.
Astrid Sedin: So… the question still remains. Can we put our past personal bullshit aside for tonight and work together so that we can defeat Savannah and Judith?
Brianna looks at Astrid, sizing her up and looking for any sign that she was in any form trying to deceive her. Looking at the past, there was no doubt in her mind that Astrid wouldn’t try to pull some kind of shenanigans whether at the beginning, leaving Brianna alone or turning on her at the end, either costing them the match or, if they won, pulling the SamFam trademark of post match attacks. Brianna knew what facing Judith and Savannah was meant to Astrid and that there was no way in hell that Astrid would be willing to risk losing to those two for mere pride at getting redemption against Brianna. Locking her eyes to Astrid’s, Brianna takes the few required steps to reach Astrid, leaving only a two foot gap between the them. Flipping her brunette hair over her shoulder, she extends her hand out to the 5’0 diva.
Brianna Brookes: One time, and one time only.. Truce?
Astrid reluctantly sticks her hand out and takes Brianna’s, shaking it.
Astrid Sedin: For one night only… a truce.
Brianna tightens her grip on Astrid’s hand as Astrid goes to release hers.
Brianna Brookes: But if you try and pull anything, Asti… Just remember what happened the last two times… Only I’ll make that look likes child’s play…
Astrid Sedin: Same thing applies to you Brianna. If you try to cross me, what I do to you will make what I did to Killjoy look tame.
Brianna Brookes: Fair enough.
Brianna then releases Astrid’s hand and takes a step back.
Astrid Sedin: See you out there Bri Bri.
Astrid turns on the balls of her feet and struts out the door, presumably on her way back to the general manager’s office to finish preparing for their match.
Fireworks explode into the air along the entrance stage and down the rampway. The Extreme-Tron comes to life as well showcasing a montage of the Anarchists of Anarchy in in-ring action to the tune of the official theme song of Anarchy.
Rose: Welcome everyone to Saturday Night Anarchy!
The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where Alexander Corvis and Rose are seated.
Alexander Corvis: We are live from the Nashville Municipal Auditorium in Nashville, Tennessee!
Rose: In our first match of the night we’ll be seeing two of Anarchy’s toughest Anarchist going against it’s two newest when Astrid Sedin and Brianna Brookes will do battle in a tag team match with Judith Ballistic and Savannah. Personally, I would like to see something happen to ASStrid.
Alexander Corvis: You need to calm yourself Rose and start acting like a professional. But I have to admit that Sedin has accumulated some haters… including Savannah and Ballistic.
Rose: If she wasn’t such an immature little witch…
Alexander Corvis: And in the second match of the night we will see the re-branded Brooklyn, now being called Cerberus, going against The Mongrel in a rematch of sorts from our last show. Are they both still in The Samson Family? Hopefully we are going to be getting some answers here tonight.
Rose: While I didn’t quite appreciate getting interrupted right there, I will have to admit that I would like to know what is going on. I know that Cerberus is the furthest from being happy after it was revealed that Mongrel was behind his match with Brianna Brookes getting cancelled.
Alexander Corvis: And that is one man that I would not want to have upset at me or be on his bad side. He’s a ruthless machine!
Rose: If the first two matches aren’t enough action for you, our main event is going to see Kevin Hunter, Oliver Black and my Baby Daddy, Bill Ryder, do battle. With Kevin defeating the number one contender last Anarchy, he’s looking to re-insert himself into the title picture once again.
Alexander Corvis: All three of these men are looking to capitalize on some major and hugely crucial momentum going into Meltdown. All want the Heavyweight Championship to themselves, but I don’t think they realize that there’s another person wanting it waiting in the wings.
Rose: You can’t seriously be talking about ASStrid?!
Alexander Corvis: Why can’t I? That woman has deserved a shot at the title for a long time now. It’s just a matter of fact of when is she going to get it. Now let’s get on with the show.
The show swings over to the Anarchy ring announcer standing center ring.
Patricia Downs: The following contest is a tag team match and it is set for one fall!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
"Hermes Freestyle" by Saint Jhn begins to play and Judy Ballistic strides to the ring with confidence, as usual.
Patricia Downs: Coming to the ring first...she stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds….she is JUDY BALLISTIIIIIIICCCCCC!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: After a pretty sound defeat of Daveena last week in an impromptu match, Judith Ballistic is looking to take down Astrid Sedin who’s she’s been feuding with on Twitter over the past few weeks.
Rose: Not taking ASStrid’s side in this or anything, but Judith needs to learn her place. ASStrid isn’t an easy opponent and when you add in the fact she’s partnered up with Brianna Brookes, Judith and Savannah are going to have an uphill battle.
The Anarchy entrance ramp is bathed in green light as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses starts to rock the PA. As the music begins to swell Savannah appears onstage while green pyro surrounds her, shooting up in a jungle of fire. As she's announced Savannah moves toward the ring, taking the time to enjoy the trip, high fiving and hugging along the way- not seeming to mind the one or two male fans who get carried away in the arms of a beautiful bitch like her. On reaching the ring she'll slip in, then start to crawl toward the entrance while the pyros surround her again- like she's 'stalking' her opponent.
Patricia Downs: And her partner for the night...she hails from Seattle, Washington….she stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and sixty five pounds...she is The Wild Cat….SAVANNAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: After the injuries sustained after Mayhem and the claims of internal bleeding, one should really be asking if she’s really ready to get back into the ring… especially after such a short period.
Rose: To be honest, it is starting to seem like everyone around here is screaming for attention. Savannah collapsed at the last Anarchy, we all saw it, but I honestly don’t know who to believe and what to believe is real around here. Things are getting out of hand around here.
Alexander Corvis: I will agree that General Manager Joshua Samson, Esquire needs to get things under control. We’re on the brink of chaos.
The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face. Standing there for a few moments, Astrid takes in the crowd’s energy before turning back to where she came and motioning for someone to come out and join her on the stage. That was when she was joined by the ever so intimidating Daveena.Astrid turned around to face the ring as the smirk reappeared on her face before she began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confident as she walks. Astrid reaches out to slap the hands of a few fans at ringside, but at the very last minute she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing as she twirls her hair around her finger.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first….hailing from West Chester, Pennsylvania but residing in Los Angeles, California….she stands at a height of five feet even and weighs in at one hundred and one pounds….representing the Samson Family...she is the Queen of Anarchy….ASTRID SEDIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: And here she comes… the Queen of Anarchy!
Rose: Oh come on Alex.
Daveena stops at the bottom of the ramp as Astrid scowls and smirks at the same time towards the ring before heading off to the right hand side while holding her hands towards the fans as if to say “talk to the hand”. She quickly hops onto the ring apron and gets to her feet, looking out at the crowd as Daveena climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring through the ropes before bending her knees and quickly entering under the middle rope with a twirl. Holding her arms up at level of her shoulders, Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd with Daveena simply standing behind her, arms folded across her chest and a stern look upon her face.. She waits for her opponent off to the side, sitting on the middle rope with her arms spread across the top one with Daveena just off to her side, her music slowly fading out.
Alexander Corvis: I know that Sedin has been looking forward to this match since it was announced because she’s been wanting to get her hands on both of these women. After vanquishing Killjoy, Sedin feels like she’s dealing with the same situation now with Savannah.
Rose: Maybe what ASStrid needs is a wakeup call. She’s been an immature little bitch for most of her tenure here in EHWF and honestly, I’m growing sick and tired of it. It’s like the whole world revolves around here.
The lights dim as the music “Waking Lions” by Evil Pop penetrates that atmosphere. Blue strobes flutter around the arena, as the dark haired diva, Brianna Brookes takes her place on top of the platform, the showtime title draped over her left shoulder. She makes her way down the ramp, pausing halfway down, before running and entering the ring in a baseball slide fashion. She stands up and ignores the hoots and hollers from the crowd as she stands in the center of the ring and hoists her title in the air. After a moment she lowers the title and hands it to the ref before she turns around, and faces her opponent.
Patricia Downs: And her partner for the night...hailing from Melbourne, Australia...standing at a height of five foot five inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-three pounds...she is the current Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….she is the Angel of Anarchy...BRIANNA BROOKEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: These two have promised to do savage things to their opponents tonight!
Rose: So what the new BFFs, Astrianna, are supposed to pump fear in the hearts of Judy and Savannah? Pffftttt! Brianna better hope ASStrid doesn’t bash her head in during the match!
Before the referee can signal the start of the match, Brianna and Astrid rush across the ring and blast Judy and Savannah with forearms that knock their competitors through the ropes. Judy falls through on the right side of their corner while Savannah goes down on the left, landing on the apron. The referee quickly calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Brianna pulls Savannah up to her feet by her hair. Savannah jumps up into an enziguri and Brianna falls back into the ring. Astrid moves over. Savannah grabs her coming in by either side of her head, dropping down to the floor so that she clotheslines herself across the top rope. Astrid flies back and lands on top of her own partner. Judy scrambles back into the ring and pounces on top for a cover.
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Astrid KICKS OUT!!!
As she rolls away, Judy goes up with a standing moonsault and lands on Brianna in perfect position.
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Brianna KICKS OUT!!!
Astrid hits a basement dropkick to knock Judy down and Brianna covers.
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Savannah FLIES IN TO BREAK IT UP!!!
Alexander Corvis: Brookes and Sedin tried to get the jump on Ballistic and Savannah but that didn’t work very well!
Astrid goes to grab the Wildcat and tries to throw her over the top to the floor but Savannah spins and reverses, throwing the Queen of Anarchy through the ropes to the floor towards the aisle.
Alexander Corvis: Well these two surely aren’t wasting time going at each other. But if Savannah wants to take Sedin down, she’s going to have to do a lot more than what she has.
Rose: Savannah wants to show the world that ASStrid isn’t as good as everyone thinks she is. Brianna better think about getting the hell out of dodge now while she still can.
Brianna clubs Savannah in the back of the head, sending her through the ropes to the floor next to Astrid. Judy runs up behind Brianna and gets her in an O’Conner roll.
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Brianna KICKS OUT!!!
Alexander Corvis: Ballistic’s greenness is starting to show right here. Brookes was quickly able to power.
Rose: Brianna is a tough ass competitor and doing something as simple as rolling her up isn’t going to be enough.
Brianna gets to her feet and takes a swing but Judy ducks and pulls her down into an inside cradle.
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REVERSAL!!!
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REVERSAL!!!
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Brianna KICKS OUT!!!
Alexander Corvis: That was a very close call there. Brookes almost lost the match for her team right there.
Rose: Again, Brianna isn’t going to be going down that easy. Her name isn’t ASStrid Sedin for crying out loud!
On the floor, Astrid grabs Savannah and runs her head long into the barricade. Savannah staggers. Astrid grabs her and this time runs her face first into the steps. Bleeding profusely, Savannah falls to the floor.
Alexander Corvis: And there is that viciousness that Sedin can exhibit when provoked!
Astrid dives back into the ring. Judy meets her coming in but Astrid sidesteps. Judy rebounds off the ropes and Astrid kicks her low. Judy doubles over and Astrid and Brianna perform a powerbomb-double knee backbreaker combination (Brianna performing the powerbomb while Astrid the double knee backbreaker)!
Alexander Corvis: Oh that had to hurt! I don’t care who you are, if you get hit with a move like that you’re not going to be getting up.
Rose: It is clear that Astrianna are wanting to end this match sooner than later. I think they’re either getting bored or fed up.
Astrid and Brianna drag Judy up and hit the move a second time. As Savannah starts to stagger up on the floor, they hit Judy with a third powerbomb-double knee backbreaker combination.
Alexander Corvis: And that… that has to be the final nail in the coffin of this match. I doubt Ballistic can even move after that to the point where she’d kick out.
Rose: Where is Savannah? Is she going to be able to save this match for her team?
Astrid goes for the cover as Brianna slides out the ring to cut off Savannah.
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Patricia Downs: Here are your winners...Astrid Sedin and Brianna Brookes!!!
Alexander Corvis: And there it is ladies and gentlemen. Astrid Sedin and Brianna Brookes have defeated the team of Judith Ballistic and Savannah after a pretty back and forth match.
Rose: To be quite honest, this match was pretty much a sure thing for ASStrid and Brianna. I guess Savannah hasn’t quite recovered from her match with Joanna Rissi on Mayhem.
“Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria is once again playing throughout the arena as Brianna and Astrid stand in the middle of the ring, raising one another’s arms in the air and celebrating their victory as the scene slowly fades to commercial.
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Anarchy returns from a commercial break as the camera fades in on the fans talking to each other as they wait for the next match to begin. Suddenly he arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall.
Rose: Now what, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: I have no earthly idea, Rose.
Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him.
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon came up short in his match against Oliver Black in order to keep the Black Asylum intact. I’m sure he’s coming out here to vent on here subject.
Rose: You think I have time to make a beer run before the next match?
Alexander Corvis: Rose, get back here and do your job like a professional!
Once at ringside Red Dragon slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he walks around the ring as if he is on a mission. Until he comes to a stop to lean against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands as he stares towards the stage. He glances towards the Patricia Downs and motions for a microphone. A ring crew member runs up and grabs a microphone off the table to hand it to Red Dragon. He grabs it out of the man's hand and glares back towards the stage.
Red Dragon: Oliver Black yes you beat me this time but I guarantee that we are from being finished with each other. Honestly Black Asylum had been dead a lot longer than you saying it was over. . It has been dead since the day you decided that you were the only one who mattered in Black Asylum. Your ego got the best of you and the only person you cared about was yourself and the titles around your waist. Everyday it seemed that your ego was getting bigger and bigger until the point that it got unbearable for myself and Killjoy to put up with. To the point that we left you high and dry as you got your ass kicked by the Samson family. Yes I was backstage watching it on a television screen as I just sat back with a grin on my face.
Red Dragon paces around the ring as he points the femur towards the crowd as he received a mixture of boos and chants. But you could tell that it did not matter to him about what the crowd did since he could care less what they thought of him.
Red Dragon: Enough talk about Oliver Black. I guarantee that we will face each other again sometime but I’m not here to talk about him and the dead Black Asylum. I’m here to talk about one person who I gave the perfect opportunity to take out Oliver Black once and for all. Yes we had differences but it seemed that we had the same enemy. But my mistake when I turned my back on you to end up being nailed with a double knee facebreaker.
Red Dragon starts to pace around the ring again . He keeps looking back towards the stage and through the crowd as if he is looking for someone.
Red Dragon: That is one mistake I guarantee will never happen again Astrid. I guess the only thought in my mind at the very moment was wanting to see Oliver Black s blood covering the ring. Astrid time has come for my revenge and why don't you leave rest of the Samson family even your future husband the general manager for Anarchy Joshua Samson. It is time to feed the inner demon screaming for blood and guess what Astrid your going to feed that demon.
Red Dragon runs the femur across the steel steps outside the ring as you hear the scraping coming from the barbwire scratching against the steel steps.
Red Dragon: What a lovely sound of barbwire as it is drug across metal. But there is only one sound even sweeter. That is hearing the screams of agony coming from someone as I rip their flesh apart with the barbwire. The smell and site of their blood as it pours out from those wounds. Enough talk Astrid. Why don't you get your ass out here so we can play.
Red Dragon leans against the ropes as he waits for Astrid to come down to the ring.
Alexander Corvis: We’ve already seen Sedin in tag team action just a few moments ago. So we know she is in the building.
The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue.
Rose: Red Dragon won’t have to wait long because that’s ASStrid’s music!
When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step and a microphone in her hand. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and glares at Red Dragon with a twisted smile on her face as her entrance music fades away.
Astrid Sedin: So the idiot laughing stock of The Black Asylum, and possibly all of Anarchy, finally has the balls to speak. Dude, Ollie was the only person in Black Asylum who was worth a damn and I find it VERY funny that you think that it was unbearable. Just fess up… you couldn’t pull your own weight and latched yourself onto Oliver because you were hoping to revive your pathetic career. I got rid of Killjoy from this company and you faltered to even win a match to keep your place. And now here you are, crying foul because Oliver kicked you out of The Black Asylum and then kicked your ass like the little piece of shit that you are.
Astrid’s lips started to twist up in the corners as she laughed, the crowd booing ever so slightly.
Astrid Sedin: And then… you have the balls to act like a buster badass towards me? What the fuck have you been smoking you stupid idiot? You didn’t give me shit… I took the chance to do what I did while you were floundering in that match like a fish out of water. Did you really think that I needed your help to take Oliver Black out? Did you really believe that I would want to team up with the loser likes of you to do something as beat his ass? God… maybe you really do belong in an asylum because dude, you’re freakin’ nuts. I further proved that your rightful place is at the bottom, as if Oliver wasn’t already going to show you that. You really think I want to get in that ring and beat you… something I’ve already done… when I can be off doing other more important things? My time is precious and I’m far more in demand than you and any plans of ‘revenge’ you plan on taking can wait.
Astrid takes a few steps towards the ring.
Astrid Sedin: I soundly beat you once before because you’re nothing but a glorified jobber in a facemask. But if you really, really want the same treatment that I gave to Killjoy then I’ll be happy to give you that. But I’m not going to be doing it on your terms. You want me in that ring… you’re going to have to do it on my terms when I feel like doing it. You’re going to be the one screaming in agony and begging me for mercy. I just don’t feel like dealing with your shit right now.
Rose: I think ASStrid is just straight up scared right now!
Alexander Corvis: I highly doubt that, Rose, but it looks like Red Dragon definitely isn’t.
Dragon hops out of the ring and makes a mad dash up the ramp. Astrid meets him halfway and the two proceed to swing heavy rights and lefts at each other. A referee comes out from the back to break them up but to not avail. The two Anarchists brawl down the ramp toward the ring. Astrid manages to throw Dragon into the ring before following after him.
Rose: So what is this an official match now? Another week, another Anarchy that has become the ASStrid Show?!
The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Alexander Corvis: I have received word that yes indeed that this is an official match!
Almost immediately, Dragon runs across the ring and blasts Astrid in the mouth with a forearm smash. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Blow after blow connects as Astrid desperately tries to create space between herself and Dragon, finally throwing herself between the ropes. The referee immediately steps between Dragon and Astrid, much to Dragon's annoyance.
Alexander Corvis: Like he said..Red Dragon isn't a very big fan of Sedin's antics last Anarchy.
The exact second that Astrid steps back through the ropes, Dragon drags her toward the middle of the ring. He drives his knee into Astrid's ribs to wear her down and then tries to shoot her across the ring. Astrid reverses the attempt, waiting for Dragon to come back on the rebound. When he does, Astrid slams him down to the mat with a hiptoss! Almost immediately, Astrid bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Dragon with a senton. Dragon rolls out of the way! Astrid hits the mat hard and her eyes go wide with pain.
Dragon waits until Astrid begins to pull herself back up to her feet before running at Astrid and hitting her with a vicious knee shot. Dragon grabs Astrid and drags her back up to her feet, wrenching on her arm. Astrid practically pleads with Dragon to release the hold, but Dragon continues to apply pressure before hitting Astrid with an elbow shot to further damage her arm! Astrid stumbles away from Dragon, who once again grabs hold of the arm and uses it to slam Astrid down to the mat!
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon is focusing on that arm…
Rose: I don't think it's any secret on how he wants to end this match! It's just a matter of whether ASStrid manages to avoid it!
Dragon grabs Astrid's arm and tries to set her up for a fujiwara armbar! Astrid quickly scampers over toward the ropes and grabs hold of them. Dragon tries to pull Astrid toward the middle of the ring, but the referee warns Dragon that Astrid has the ropes. Dragon angrily gives Astrid some space to make it back up to her feet.
Once Astrid's standing, Dragon hurries toward her and gets hit with a drop-toe-hold! Dragon's masked face bounces off of the mat. Astrid quickly drags Dragon back up to his feet, trying to set Dragon up for a DDT! Dragon shoves Astrid away and then throws her into the nearest turnbuckle! Astrid's eyes go wide in pain.
Rose: She’s going to feel that one in the morning!
Dragon charges in and tries to hit Astrid with a handspring back elbow in the corner, only to have Astrid duck out of the way! Dragon hits the turnbuckle and then Astrid hits him with a superkick just second later! Dragon tries to catch his breath but Astrid rolls him up with a cover.
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KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: Sedin with the near victory!
Rose: Come on, Red Dragon, you face mask wearing goon!
Dragon pulls himself back up to him feet. Astrid turns around as Dragon leaps into the air and connects with a double knee strike! Astrid drops to the mat in pain, clutching at her face. Dragon grabs her and tries to lock in the Devil’s Clutch (STF/double chickenwing submission)!
Alexander Corvis: This could be VERY bad for Sedin if Red Dragon locks it in!
Rose: This is exactly what ASStrid deserves! It’s about time someone knock her down a peg or two!
Suddenly the crowd explodes as The Mongrel rumbles down to the ring.
Alexander Corvis: That’s The Mongrel! The Mongrel is out here to save Sedin!
Rose: Well they are Samson Family, right?
Mongrel steps into the ring and cracks Dragon from behind with a big clothesline that causes Dragon to release Astrid and sending him flying through the ropes.
Alexander Corvis: Thank goodness for The Mongrel!
Rose: Damn it!
Mongrel helps his former Challenge Championship partner up. Trying to catch her breath, Astrid rubs the back of her neck. Before Astrid realizes it, Mongrel has his massive hand wrapped around her tiny neck. Without a second thought, Mongrel lifts the five footer high into the air before slamming her to the mat with a chokeslam!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Rose: HOLY SHIT!
Alexander Corvis: WHAT IN THE EHWF UNIVERSE IS THE MONGREL DOING?!
Mongrel glares down at the barely conscious Astrid. He smirks before reaching down to pull her up. He tosses her up onto his shoulders in a backbreaker position.
Mongrel: (shouting) The path is clear for the impending encounter. The first stage of the inevitable destruction of a union held so sacred by a selfish, arrogant man.
Alexander Corvis: What does that mean? That seems to be The Mongrel’s calling card since his return.
Rose: Who cares what it means! If we get to see him hit Doomsday Disaster (Argentina backbreaker) on ASStrid I’m all for it!
Before Mongrel can hit his finisher, the crowd explodes again with cheers as Cerberus bolts down the ramp from backstage. Mongrel releases Astrid, allowing her to fall to the canvas, as he beckons Cerberus to the ring.
Alexander Corvis: Cerberus out here to save his Samson Family member from the man he is scheduled to face in a match in a few minutes.
Rose: Damn it! We were seconds away from getting rid of ASStrid once and for all!
Cerberus slides into the ring and instantly goes into clubbering mode upon Mongrel. The two men trade fierce blows back and forth. From the back referees flood down to try to gain some semblance of order.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Alexander Corvis: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be right back after this commercial break! Hopefully we’ll have some order restored here on Anarchy?
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Alexander Corvis: Welcome back everyone! We did manage to gain some order during the break and are ready for the next match.
Rose: And that next match being the two men that are already in the ring...Cerberus versus Mongrel!
DING DING DING!!
The second the bell rings the big man charges across the ring and blasts Cerberus with a vicious forearm smash that knocks Cerberus back into the turnbuckle! Mongrel drops down and drives his shoulder hard into Cerberus's ribs. He follows it up with a second, and then a third. Cerberus tries to stagger his way out of the corner, though Mongrel responds by hitting him with a throat thrust! The impact sends the former Hardcore Champion stumbling around the ring. Mongrel responds by pulling Cerberus in toward him. He hoists Cerberus onto his shoulders, runs forward, and slams Cerberus to the mat with a powerslam! Cerberus wisely rolls out of the way to keep Mongrel from going for the cover, Mongrel pounding his chest and glaring at Cerberus. The fans respond with a mixed reaction.
Alexander Corvis: The Mongrel is fascinating to watch because you KNOW that he's much better at brawling than wrestling, and yet...
Rose: All he has to do is keep Cerberus down for three seconds! That's not that hard!
Cerberus grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Mongrel glares at Cerberus before charging at him. Cerberus responds by getting a foot in the air and kicking Mongrel in the mouth, causing him to stagger back a few steps. Cerberus steps away from the ropes as Mongrel charges at him again---only to have Cerberus respond by lifting Mongrel into the air and slamming him down with a Samoan Drop!
Mongrel pulls himself back up to his feet. Cerberus runs at him and blasts Mongrel with a forearm shot that knocks the big man back against the turnbuckle. Cerberus charges in at full speed and tries to hit Mongrel with a splash---only to have Mongrel step out of the way before he can connect! Cerberus stumbles from the impact. Mongrel places a hand on Cerberus' throat and lifts him into the air! He slams Cerberus to the mat with a chokeslam and then covers.
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KICK OUT!
Cerberus tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Mongrel bounce off of the ropes and kick Cerberus in the mouth with a big boot! Cerberus crashes to the mat. Mongrel hooks the leg once again.
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KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: It's not often that you see someone hit Cerberus like this but Mongrel is definitely the type of person that's capable of doing it!
Rose: I'll be fair to Cerberus. He's strong enough to throw Mongrel around, too!
Despite Rose's words, Mongrel grabs Cerberus and lifts him off of the mat. He hoists Cerberus onto his shoulders. Before he can actually do anything to send Cerberus to the mat, the Hell Hound hits Mongrel with a few elbow strikes to cause Mongrel to drop him down to the mat. Cerberus bounces off of the ropes and hits Mongrel with a clothesline that sends him staggering but doesn't get him to fall. Cerberus shakes his head. Mongrel charges at Cerberus and gets ready to give it his own attempt---only to have Cerberus deliver a huge spinebuster! Cerberus hooks the leg for a cover.
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KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: Oh wow…
Rose: You see? They can both throw each other around pretty effortlessly!
Cerberus grabs Mongrel and starts to drag him back up to his feet, pounding away on him as he does so. Mongrel shoves Cerberus away. Cerberus stumbles a few steps before regaining his footing. He charges back at Mongrel to try and keep control of the match...only to have Mongrel lift him into the air for a Black Hole Slam! Cerberus rolls over toward the ropes to try and pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Mongrel run at him and BLAST Cerberus out onto the floor! Cerberus tries to pull himself back up to his feet. The referee tries to stop Mongrel from following him out to the floor, but it's to no avail.
Alexander Corvis: Bad things happen when The Mongrel gets you out on the floor.
Rose: There's an understatement if I've ever heard one!
Mongrel drags Cerberus back up to his feet and immediately throws him into the ring apron! Cerberus' eye go wide in pain. Mongrel hits him with an uppercut! Cerberus staggers around from the impact as the referee desperately pleads for both men to make it back into the ring. Mongrel ignores him as he grabs Cerberus and hoists him into the air, preparing to lawn dart the wrestler formerly known as Brooklyn into the ring post!
Alexander Corvis:: How often do you see someone pick Cerberus up that effortlessly?
Rose: Not often!
Mongrel runs forward, but just before he can throw Cerberus into the ring post, Cerberus escapes from his grasp! Cerberus grabs Mongrel from behind and runs him into the ring post! Mongrel's head bounces off of the steel. Cerberus rolls the groggy monster into the ring! Cerberus follows in behind Mongrel and charges at him, connecting with Sacked (spear)!
Somehow, Mongrel manages to stay on his feet. Cerberus looks at him in disbelief and bounces off of the ropes again. He throws himself at Mongrel---who responds by grabbing Cerberus and lifting him onto his shoulders! Mongrel growls and gets ready to plant Cerberus on the mat . Cerberus frees himself from Mongrel's grasp with a series of elbow shots and then bounces off of the ropes again---this time connecting with a second Sacked! Cerberus falls on top of Mongrel and hooks the leg.
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...Cerberus!!!
Alexander Corvis: That was an absolute war!
Rose: That was just a battle in the war because I know Mongrel isn’t going to settle for this!
Alexander Corvis: That’s a very good point, Rose. With The Mongrel clearly waging war against the Samson Family this has to be only one of many matches to come!
As the Mongrel struggles to his feet in the ring, "Waking Lions" by Pop Evil draws the crowd's attention to the stage, where Brianna Brookes has just stepped out from the back, microphone in hand.
Rose: Wait a sec, what's this now? What's Brianna doing out here?
Alexander Corvis: We've speculated at length as to what her response to Mongrel's attack last week would be, and it looks like we're about to get our answer!
Brookes smiles down from the stage as her music fades, toying idly with the microphone in her hands and waiting patiently for the Mongrel to find his feet. He soon does exactly that, steadying himself in the middle of the ring and staring, along with Cerberus, who has slid to the outside of the ring, warily up the ramp as Brookes readies herself to speak.
Brianna Brookes: What'd you think, Will? Did you think you were gonna get off scot-free, that I was just gonna let you off the hook for what you pulled last week?
The Mongrel sneers.
Alexander Corvis: Well The Mongrel did address his reasoning since the attack.
Rose: It’s Mongrel...it’s not like he needs a reason anyway!
Brookes turns, addressing the crowd.
Brianna Brookes: For those of you not in the know, lil' Willie down there's the reason I couldn't make my match last week. Big guy cut me off in the back, caught me from behind, and gave me that big ol' Powerbomb of his onto - get this - solid concrete.
The crowd lets the Mongrel have it while the big man continues to sneer and nod in the ring, while Cerberus rolls his eyes on the outside.
Brianna Brookes: I know, right? Now, obviously - as you all saw earlier tonight - that Powerbomb didn't quite take. But it's the thought that counts. Guy tried to take me out of my match, tried to end my reign as Showtime Champion... and worse, if we're being honest. Isn't that right, Willie?
The Mongrel continues his sneer and not taking his eyes off the Showtime Champion even as the boos grow louder.
Brianna Brookes: But here's the thing, Willie - it's okay. I don't blame you.
Rose: Wait, what?
The crowd pops, surprised, and both the Mongrel and Cerberus seem nonplussed by the declaration.
Brianna Brookes: Nope. You may've done the deed, but I know it wasn't your idea. I know - we all know - that you weren't the one pulling the strings last week. Because for all your talk, and for all your power... all you are is someone else's muscle.
At this, Brookes cracks a sneer of her own.
Brianna Brookes: All you've ever been, all you're ever going to be... is someone else's Mongrel.
The crowd pops again.
Brianna Brookes: But like I said, Will... it's okay.
Brooke's smile widens.
Brianna Brookes: Because I've got some muscle of my own.
As if on cue, every light in the arena suddenly goes out, plunging the ring, stage, and crowd alike into total darkness! The crowd pops in surprise and confusion, and Alexander Corvis and Rose can be heard muttering uncertainly to one another through their headsets.
Alexander Corvis: ... the hell's going on?
Rose: Don't ask me - they never tell us anything anymore.
Amidst the rising din of crowd noise, the Tron suddenly flickers to life. After a moment of flickering static, punctuated by butchered and indecipherable audio, the screen finally settles on a black background, embossed with what appears to be a Sanskrit phrase in stark, glaring white:
Alexander Corvis: What... what the hell... ?
The screen flickers again, more bastardized audio stuttering from the arena's PA system, and upon stabilizing once more the text on the screen has morphed from Sanskrit to Ancient Greek.
Rose: ... what is this?
The message flickers and changes again, this time to a series of Elder Futhark runic symbols...
... and again to Japanese...
... before finally finishing its march forward through time and at last morphing into English, for EHWF and the whole world to see.
Alexander Corvis: NO -
Rose: HOLY SHIT!
The crowd ROARS, shock and awe and disbelief and anger and joy all rolled into one great tide of sound, and as "Slave Knight" by FalKKonE begins thundering through the arena, the text on the Tron changes one last time, becoming three letters - one acronym - in faded, bloody crimson.
Alexander Corvis: It can't be?!
Rose: It's gotta be!
Alexander Corvis: It CAN'T be?!
Rose: It's GOTTA be!
Then, suddenly, it all stops. The Tron shuts down, the music abruptly cuts out, and the arena is once again plunged into darkness and, save for the frenzied crowd, silence. A moment passes and then the lights come back on, and the crowd goes BERSERK at the sight before them: stood in the ring, a mere step behind the Mongrel, is David Gideon Smith.
Rose: IT IS!
Alexander Corvis: DAVID SMITH! ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS COMPETITORS, IF NOT THE MOST DANGEROUS COMPETITOR IN EHWF HISTORY, IS BACK!
Rose: And he's on Anarchy! DGS on Anarchy, what the hell even is this?!
The crowd response clues the Mongrel in to the fact that he's no longer alone in the ring. He turns to find DGS staring up at him, face an expressionless mask, hands absently opening and closing at his sides. The Mongrel regards him with a mixture of shock and uncertainty, but little more than a few moments pass before it gives way to amusement.
The Mongrel: (off-mic) You're it?
The Mongrel turns to look up at Brookes, who stands watching from atop the stage, a wicked grin on her face.
The Mongrel: (off-mic) This is your retaliation?
When Brookes merely nods from atop the ramp, the Mongrel chuckles as he turns back around.
The Mongrel: (off-mic) So instead of combating her own battles, Miss Brookes has you to - oof!
Alexander Corvis: And now it's the Sovereign, the Blackstar, lighting up The Mongrel!
The crowd pops as Smith lets rip a vicious kick to the Mongrel's knee. He fires off a second, nearly causing the big man to crumble, but before he can finish the job the Mongrel bulls forward, driving DGS back to the far ropes and getting both hands around his throat!
Rose: God, he's gonna try and choke him out!
Alexander Corvis: David Smith has done it all in the EHWF - he's won championships, set records, ended careers - but I don't think he's ever encountered a physical specimen quite like The Mongrel before!
The Mongrel leans into it, pressing Smith back into the ropes and bearing down, but before he can really sink his grip in Smith's hands come up, grabbing Mongrel by the wrists. Both men lock eyes, and all the Mongrel can do is look on in disbelief as DGS, with a low growl of exertion, begins slowly prying his hands apart!
Rose: WHAT?!
Alexander Corvis: My GOD, the power of DGS!
Smith adjusts his grip on the Mongrel's wrists, using them as leverage to leap up and crack the big man with a Bicycle Knee to the jaw! The blow sends the Mongrel stumbling back toward the center of the ring, but DGS advances right after him and stomps out the leg he'd targeted earlier, dropping the dazed giant to one knee. Smith stands over the Mongrel, considering the giant for a moment. Then he backpedals to the ropes, bouncing off and surging forward to LEVEL THE MONGREL WITH A LARIAT!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!
Alexander Corvis: JESUS, GOD IN HEAVEN, WHAT A LARIAT!
Rose: LOOK AT MONGREL, HE'S OUT COLD!
Smith regains his feet and, after taking note of the sight of Mongrel unconscious on the mat and the roaring cheers of the crowd, takes his leave from the ring. He pauses on the outside and spares a glance over at an intrigued Cerberus, who witnessed the whole display firsthand, and the two eye one another for a long moment before Smith starts up the ramp. He pauses again at the top of the ramp to regard Brianna Brookes, who seems profoundly pleased with what's just occurred in the ring.
Alexander Corvis: Wait a minute... Brookes and DGS? Brookes AND DGS?
Rose: I... yeah, no. I got nothin'.
Seeming not to share in Brookes' enthusiasm, Smith merely frowns at her for a moment before turning and disappearing to the back. Brookes remains for a moment longer, watching as the Mongrel begins to stir in the ring, before following after him.
Coming Soon
The Anarchy entrance ramp is bathed in green light as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses starts to rock the PA for the second time tonight. As the music begins to swell Savannah, with a furled flag in hand, appears onstage while green pyro surrounds her, shooting up in a jungle of fire. Savannah moves toward the ring, taking the time to enjoy the trip, high fiving and hugging along the way- not seeming to mind the one or two male fans who get carried away in the arms of a beautiful bitch like her. On reaching the ring she'll slip in, then start to crawl toward the entrance while the pyros surround her again- like she's 'stalking' her opponent.
Alexander Corvis: Well this is unexpected!
Rose: Why? I knew about it.
Alexander Corvis: No you didn’t.
Rose: Honestly I did, Alexander.
Savannah smiled as she listened to the mixed crowd reaction to her match- and to her calling for a microphone and her flag afterward. The flag had been removed from ringside for her match, not wanting it to become a weapon, but now she took it and nodded to the man who gave it to her, thanking him before raising the microphone to her lips. For a moment those who knew her only for recent matters tried to drown her out but she knew what would stop them.
Savannah: They nearly killed me in Laramie.
The words had their desired effect as it quieted both cheers and jeers long enough for her to continue.
Alexander Corvis: That's one way to silence a crowd.
Savannah: Last time I was here things got... hectic. Collapsing backstage, being rushed to the hospital- then immediately into surgery to stop the bleeding in my chest cavity before it stopped my breathing completely. They said I was lucky. If the blood had collected around my heart…
Savannah waves the thought, and the growing murmur of the crowd off.
Savannah: Anyway, because of all that shit I had time to think about where things stand around here. Most of it you already know. Hell, most of it you already say out loud, but do you ever think what it means?
She begins to move about the ring, turning as she speaks as if trying to address every single member of the capacity crowd individually.
Savannah: First and foremost. Mayhem is dead. Not dying, not in trouble- for all intents and purposes the EHWF's supposed flagship show is deader than the dodo and fast on its way to becoming the Super Rissi Family Fun Hour.
A ripple of laughter flows around the ring. Savannah pauses her pacing to look off toward the dressing area.
Alexander Corvis: Savannah is a deeply scarred woman and has a huge bone to pick with Mayhem, more specifically with EHWF owner Michael Rissi.
Savannah: Oh, by the way Brianna? You already know I'm more than aware of who you are, a lot of this is going to hurt you to the genes. Deal.
Rose: If you were treated the way she has been while over there you would be too, Alexander. Goddamn, they tried to kill her with poison. Poison!
Savannah: Now, a lot of you probably know exactly who to blame for this. Especially if you've been listening to the Mayhem Media towing of the party line.
Savannah turns, her finger arcing through the air to point at everyone.
Savannah: You're wrong! Thor didn't want to destroy Mayhem. He didn't bring me in to destroy Mayhem. He didn't revive the Empire to destroy Mayhem. He wanted to SAVE Mayhem! He had his people snatch me out of another show because he knew I wanted to return and needed my help!
Savannah shrugs.
Savannah: So, he might have gone a little overboard about it. He had a problem, he tried to fix it. True, it was in a sort of 'See a finishing nail, grab a sledgehammer' kind of way but he WAS trying! But why did he have a problem? Because he was GM of Mayhem, but he was never allowed to run the show!
Her eyes flash with anger, quickly calmed.
Savannah: Anarchy doesn't have this problem, not yet. And without this problem I'd put Thor up as a match for any manager I've ever known. Even Joshua. It would have been an easy job for him. If not for the Weasel.
Rose: Sah’ta Thor a better manager than Joshua Samson, Esquire? Hmm, I don’t know about that one.
Alexander Corvis: Shhhh….
Savannah: When it comes to Mayhem the Weasel is like a spoiled rich brat with a toy box. He doesn't give a shit, not any more. He might have at one time, but now? He's emptying the toy box, tossing some… breaking others. And not giving a shit. Because he knows one thing- or thinks he does. He knows he has a second toy box waiting once he breaks all his toys in this one.
The Wild Cat gives the crowd a knowing smirk.
Savannah: Anyone want to guess where the second toy box is?
Savannah’s finger moves through space again, exaggerating the motion as she points to the mat below her so that all get the picture.
Anyway, as you can guess the true flagship show is Anarchy in my eyes. The only true wrestling show in my eyes. And I want to keep it that way! For starters, let's stop towing the party line. Mayhem is in ruins, people with any sense are leaving- many are trying to come here. We are not 'trash', as they would have you believe. Think of us as refugees from a madman.
Savannah chuckles.
Savannah: Look, I'm not asking for drum circles and kumbaya. I'm not asking that we like each other. Hell, I'm not even asking that Astrid quit hating me for shit I didn't do!
Rose: Good thing. I doubt the stupid bitch will ever wise up to that.
Savannah: What I AM asking for is that we be ready. That we know- all of us- that this is coming and, when it does, we tell that spoiled little rich asshole to fuck off! That we accept those with the sense to get out. Test them, sure- same as Astrid and Brianna tested me tonight- but don't dismiss them. Don't do the Weasel's job for him.
The flag has been propped in a corner of the ring. Savannah now reaches for it, holding it and beginning to unfurl it. At first it looks just like any other EHWF banner, but soon it is apparent that it has been defaced with an Anarchy green ‘#OCCUPY’
Rose: Is that…
Alexander Corvis: It’s just an EHWF flag she marked up.
Rose: No, you don’t get it. That’s the banner that she flew in Havana! The night that the Corporate Power Billionaires tried to put a price on all our heads. She rallied the people and turned the tables on them that night!
Savannah: I believe we can fight even this- because we have before. A few years ago we were almost taken over. I wasn't in the main fight, but I did my part. I was proud to be on the right side of the fight then, and I'll be proud about being on the right side of the fight when it comes again.
She weaves the staff of the flag into the ropes so it stays up.
Savannah: I'll just leave this here.
She then slips out of the ring.
**Coming in July**
Patricia Downs: The following match is the Anarchy main event and it is a Triple Threat Match!
“Dust” by Tremonti plays ushering in Kevin Hunter.
Patricia Downs: Coming to the ring first weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and standing six foot five inches...hailing from Brooklyn, New York….he is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation World Tag Team Champion….he is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion….he is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation World Champion….representing the Sons of Chaos...he is the Alpha King...Kevin Hunter!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Hunter came away with a HUGE win last Anarchy when he cleanly defeated Bill Ryder, who is the Number One Contender for the Heavyweight Championship!
Rose: I got to hand it to Kevin. He did what very few people thought he would do.
The crowd showed a mixed reaction towards the opening chord of the former first-ever EHWF World Heavyweight Champion, and self-proclaimed Sovereign King, Bill Ryder. The opening chord to Killswitch Engage's "Holy Diver" continued to consume the crowd's attention, as they awaited the arrival of their hero. Through the curtain two figures emerged from behind the curtain to elevate a mixed response from the apprehensive crowd. Amanda Greene stood off to the right, allowing "The King" to take center stage where he rightfully belonged. He taunted by spreading his arms outward, showing off his fresh new wrestling attire. He was seen wearing long white vinyl spandex with gold trim and lettering. His hands covered in white leather gloves with the initials "SK" written across each of them in gold print. The white and gold kick-padded boots matched perfectly his newest black and gold "Sovereign King" zipup hood that he kept unzipped in order to show off his world famous six pack. The heavily bearded, long dark brown hair with a section bleached out to look apart from most unoriginal men.
The beautiful "Matriarch Queen" stood strongly to his left hand side, supporting him by wearing one of his newer black Ryde of Your Life tanktops that too was marked in metallic gold lettering. Her pumpkin orange dyed hair flowed freely past her shoulders and nearly halfway down her back. Amanda also wore a pair of plain black spandex pants, metallic gold nike air max shoes, and matching black half sleeves that ranged from her wrist all the way up and slightly past her elbows. She flashed him a smirk drenched in confidence, her eyes glowing in devotion towards him. He gently tucked his left arm around the back of her neck and together they headed down the ramp towards the ring.
He walked with such a cocky strut of cocky arrogance. He stopped at the bottom of the ramp, allowing her to take her own path towards the ring, while he casually made his way up the steps before entering the ring. He continued to glance out into the crowd of low class citizens.
The Matriarch Queen met him in the center of the ring where she dropped down to both knees with her back now facing him, as the two of them continued to glare out into the crowd. He then shifted his movement before the live crowd, lifting his head upwards and towards the rafters above the ring. He stretched his arms outward, once more as if he was a man praying to be sacrificed to the God's above. He stayed like this for a few seconds before lowering his head, showing off the kind of malicious smile the devil himself would approve of. The two of them embraced their moment in the spotlight, basking in it every second they could. When "Holy Diver" finally came to an end, he followed her back over towards the ropes where in gentlemen like fashion he assisted her out of the ring by placing the weight of his left foot on the bottom rope, allowing her the necessary space to exit the ring.
Patricia Downs: And next in the ring weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds and standing at six foot three inches….hailing from Pennsylvania….representing the Samson Family….he is a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation North American Champion...a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion….a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Bad Blood Champion...he is the inaugural Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion….he is the Sovereign King….Bill Ryder!!!!!!!!!!!
Rose: To be honest with you, Alexander, I thought Baby Daddy wouldn’t even show up for this match.
Alexander Corvis: Why did you think that, Rose?
Rose: Knowing how fragile his ego is that loss and then that ass beating he took from Lord Raab it probably has him thinking about retirement again.
The arena goes black causing the arena to pop. A blood curdling scream echoes through the arena before the stage lights up with bright white lights that pulse with the bass of the song. "The Black Asyulum" flashes across the screen above the ramp.
"The Nightmare" Oliver Black makes his way out onto the stage. Upon his face is a creepy ram mask. The face is a crimson blood red, the rams horns black as night twist above his head. His trade mark umbrella resting upon his shoulder. With his free hand he unclasps the buttons to his long black trench coat and throws it open go reveal the EHWF World Championship. He throws his head back in a sinster laugh before he slowly makes his way down the ramp. The Misfit trails a few steps behind his son, the Bad Blood Championship draped over his shoulder.
The two men enter the ring, the Misfit slowly circles the ring while Oliver Black climbs the turn buckles, one leg up to the top rope the other on the second. He slowly peels back the mask revealing his face to the crowd. Black reaches behind his back unlatching the World Title. He throws both his arms out, in one hand his umbrella the other the championship.
Patricia Downs: And in the ring weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds and standing at five feet ten inches….hailing from London, England….he is the undisputed reigning and defending Bad Blood Champion AND Heavyweight Champion...he is The Nightmare…. Oliver Black!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Say what you will about this young man but when you say it make sure you say longest reigning Heavyweight Champion!
Rose: Yeah….no!
All three wrestlers stand in the ring, ready and waiting for the match to begin. Within seconds, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Kevin Hunter stands back in his corner of the ring and smirks as he waits to see what both Oliver Black and Bill Ryder will do. Unfortunately for him, the two men immediately decide that they are going to focus their attention on him. Both men run across the ring and begin to hit Hunter with a series of strikes. Hunter tries to defend himself but is unable to. Black and Ryder both grab Hunter and back him up against the ropes. They shoot him across the ring and wait for Hunter to come back on the rebound.They leap into the air and send Hunter crashing to the mat with a double dropkick! Hunter tries to create a bit of space between himself and the two surprising allies. Black grabs Ryder and spins him around, driving his knee into Ryder's ribs. Ryder doubles over in pain. Black quickly grabs him and tries to set Ryder up for a swinging neckbreaker! Ryder spins out of it and pins Black to the mat with a backslide.
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Hunter dives over to break up the pin attempt!
Ryder drags himself back up to his feet just as the Alpha King hits him in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second and then a third. The Sovereign King tries to fight back with a forearm smash of his own that sends Hunter staggering. Ryder bounces off of the ropes and tries to take advantage of the opening, only to have Hunter lift him into the air and deliver a flapjack! Ryder's face bounces off of the mat as a smirk comes across Hunter's face. He turns around and tries to focus his attention on Ryder, only to have Black charge and send Hunter crashing to the mat with a slingblade! Black hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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Hunter is able to kick out!
Alexander Corvis: This match has only just started, but all three of these men are showing that they're going to go all out!
Rose: Are you really surprised about that? Baby Daddy and Oliver can both move incredibly quick...and Hunter's one of the best that EHWF has ever seen…
The Nightmare grabs Hunter and begins to lift him back up to his feet. He smirks before nailing Hunter in the mouth with a hard knee shot that sends him staggering a bit. He quickly drapes Hunter's throat over the middle rope. Black applies pressure for just a moment before casually tossing Hunter out to the floor. Smirking, Black watches Hunter pull himself back up to his feet. Before he can do anything else, however, Ryder grabs Black from behind, lifts him into the air, and delivers a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
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Black is able to kick out!
Ryder rolls back up to his feet before Black can even begin the climb to his. He leaps into the air and lands on the middle of Black's chest with a double footstomp! Ryder then hooks the leg and once again goes for the cover.
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Black kicks out again!
Alexander Corvis: You have to love what you're seeing from Bill Ryder right now! He's hungry for success and it shows!
Rose: I'm surprised that you expected anything less from my Baby Daddy of all people.
Ryder grabs Black and drags him back up to his feet. Ryder backs him up against the ropes and shoots him across the ring. Before Black bounces off of the ropes, From the floor, Hunter reaches into the ring and trips him up. Black's face hits the mat hard. Black then gets pulled out to the floor by Hunter, who drives Black hard into the guardrail. A smirk comes across his face as he begins to pound away on Black's chest with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Black, in an effort to defend himself, gets a thumb into Hunter's eye and attempts to blind him---finally getting Hunter to step away just a bit. Black grabs Hunter and hits him with a right hand that sends him stumbling just a bit. Before anything else can happen, Ryder comes running across the ring. He launches himself over the ropes and hits BOTH men with an over the top rope flip dive! Ryder pulls himself back up to his feet and grins, the fans absolutely losing it as they show their support!
Alexander Corvis: Are my eyes and ears deceiving me but do I hear this crowd cheering for Bill Ryder?!
Rose: The lesser of three evils?
Ryder drags Black back up to his feet. He tries to roll Black back into the ring, but before he can, Black throws Ryder hard into the steel steps! Ryder tries to drag himself back up to his feet, though he is clearly feeling the effects of the impact. Black smirks and bounces Ryder's head off of the steps. He then turns around and grabs hold of Hunter. Black rolls him into the ring and then positions himself on the apron. He waits for Hunter to drag himself back up to his feet before trying to springboard into the ring for a crossbody block! Hunter steps out of the way at the last possible second and Black crashes hard onto the mat instead! He tries to bring himself back up to his feet, only to have Hunter bounce off of the ropes and deliver a bulldog instead! Hunter rolls him over and goes for the cover.
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Black just barely manages to kick out!
Hunter looks down at Black and shakes his head. He begins to stomp away on him with absolutely no regard for Black's well-being. Once he feels that he's got Black worn down enough, Hunter drags Black up to his feet. He tries to set him up for an orange crush bomb, but Black manages to block the attempt! He shoves Hunter away from him, and though Hunter quickly manages to close the gap between the two of them, Black leaps into the air and sends Hunter down to the mat with a hurricanrana! Hunter wisely rolls over to the ropes but is nonetheless fairly out of it. Black smirks and tries to focus his attention on where Ryder is, when suddenly, Ryder springboards into the ring and catches Black by surprise with a tornado DDT! The fans go nuts! Ryder hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: That was about as close as it gets!
Ryder lines himself up with Black. He pauses for just a moment before leaping into the air and trying for a standing shooting star press---only to have Black get his knees up at the last possible second! Ryder rolls over in pain. Black drags himself back up to his feet. As Ryder gets to a knee, Black rushes in for We Are The Witches (shining wizard). Just before he executes, Hunter reaches into his trunks, steps forward out of the corner, and throws a white powder into Black's face! Black connects with the knee to Ryder’s face but stumbles about blindly. Hunter quickly covers the barely conscious Ryder.
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...Kevin Hunter!!!
Alexander Corvis: For the second week Kevin Hunter has pinned Bill Ryder!
Rose: I don't know if that'll break Baby Daddy, but it definitely has to sting! I think it’s time we begin a real discussion on if Kevin should be the one competing for the Heavyweight Championship against Oliver Black at Meltdown instead of Baby Daddy!
Alexander Corvis: You may be right, Rose, but for now it’s goodnight from Nashville, Tennessee! Thank you everyone for joining us here on Anarchy! Next stop Meltdown!
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Brianna turned her head and her green eyes meet the piercing blue ones of the Queen of Anarchy herself, Astrid Sedin.
Pausing, the Showtime Champion sets down the eyeliner and waits to see what the next move will be. Both women are standing in a defensive, yet offensive as well, stance. Astrid stands in front of Brianna, putting her hands on her hips as she exhaled sharply.
Astrid Sedin: Look… I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me here. But tonight, there’s something that we need to get out of the way. This is the first time we’re going to be paired up with each other and so we should really clear the air and let our personal bullshit go to the side so that we can take down Savannah and Judith Albrecht. That’s the bigger picture right now. And I know that you’re probably wanting something to turn out better for you than what has happened with Jessie and Brooklyn.
The fans watch on with suspense as Brianna’s lips twitched in the corners. Was this chick for real? It was clear that Brianna didn’t want to deal with Astrid period no matter if it was one on one or tag teaming. Was the general manager Joshua Samson, Esquire once again trying to set her up for failure? It seemed like each week something wasn’t going her way and it seemed to come up the same answer, the general manager. First Mercenary and then that was followed by her run in with Brooklyn and his chase for the Showtime Championship. And then last week’s interaction with Mongrel. They all seemed to have one thing in common and now here was Astrid, Josh’s fiancée, in a tag team match. As much as Astrid hated to lose, costing Brianna her first loss could speak volumes for her. And this was the reason why the fans were on the edges of their seats before the show has even begun.
Brianna Brookes: Something to turn out better than what happened with Jessie and Brooklyn? Last I checked I defeated Jessie in her own Championship defense, followed by defeating her in her championship rematch. Oh wait, the ref screwed that one up and Brooklyn should have technically cost me the match when he sucker punched the poor woman. As for Brooklyn, that entire thing has been nothing but a shit show since he started it.
Astrid Sedin: See… you need to forget about all that bullshit because tonight we have two newcomers to Anarchy that are looking to take our spots. And one of them claims that there’s no competition here. So the two of us need to show her that is a lie and show her that her rightful place is beneath us. Please don’t tell me that Brooklyn’s actions have silenced the fighter within you.
Brianna smirks because little did Astrid know about the fight that was truly about to unfold. Shaking her head a little, Brianna leans against the sink as she crosses her arms over her chest in a relaxed pose.
Brianna Brookes: Brooklyn's actions haven’t silenced me, they’ve made me more aware of what I’m dealing with and the silence is just me recalculating on how to approach… certain things here on Anarchy. The fire is still burning brightly. You know that feeling, the one when something just isn’t going your way and you just want to come out and rip everyone and everything to shreds? Let’s just say you should be thankful to be on the same side of the line as me this time and not in my line of vision.
Although Brianna could probably understand that was exactly how Astrid was feeling, watching Savannah basically slobber all over Joshua must be as infuriating to her as it was to watch every member of SamFam getting opportunities that others could only dream of.
Astrid Sedin: So… the question still remains. Can we put our past personal bullshit aside for tonight and work together so that we can defeat Savannah and Judith?
Brianna looks at Astrid, sizing her up and looking for any sign that she was in any form trying to deceive her. Looking at the past, there was no doubt in her mind that Astrid wouldn’t try to pull some kind of shenanigans whether at the beginning, leaving Brianna alone or turning on her at the end, either costing them the match or, if they won, pulling the SamFam trademark of post match attacks. Brianna knew what facing Judith and Savannah was meant to Astrid and that there was no way in hell that Astrid would be willing to risk losing to those two for mere pride at getting redemption against Brianna. Locking her eyes to Astrid’s, Brianna takes the few required steps to reach Astrid, leaving only a two foot gap between the them. Flipping her brunette hair over her shoulder, she extends her hand out to the 5’0 diva.
Brianna Brookes: One time, and one time only.. Truce?
Astrid reluctantly sticks her hand out and takes Brianna’s, shaking it.
Astrid Sedin: For one night only… a truce.
Brianna tightens her grip on Astrid’s hand as Astrid goes to release hers.
Brianna Brookes: But if you try and pull anything, Asti… Just remember what happened the last two times… Only I’ll make that look likes child’s play…
Astrid Sedin: Same thing applies to you Brianna. If you try to cross me, what I do to you will make what I did to Killjoy look tame.
Brianna Brookes: Fair enough.
Brianna then releases Astrid’s hand and takes a step back.
Astrid Sedin: See you out there Bri Bri.
Astrid turns on the balls of her feet and struts out the door, presumably on her way back to the general manager’s office to finish preparing for their match.
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Fireworks explode into the air along the entrance stage and down the rampway. The Extreme-Tron comes to life as well showcasing a montage of the Anarchists of Anarchy in in-ring action to the tune of the official theme song of Anarchy.
Rose: Welcome everyone to Saturday Night Anarchy!
The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where Alexander Corvis and Rose are seated.
Alexander Corvis: We are live from the Nashville Municipal Auditorium in Nashville, Tennessee!
Rose: In our first match of the night we’ll be seeing two of Anarchy’s toughest Anarchist going against it’s two newest when Astrid Sedin and Brianna Brookes will do battle in a tag team match with Judith Ballistic and Savannah. Personally, I would like to see something happen to ASStrid.
Alexander Corvis: You need to calm yourself Rose and start acting like a professional. But I have to admit that Sedin has accumulated some haters… including Savannah and Ballistic.
Rose: If she wasn’t such an immature little witch…
Alexander Corvis: And in the second match of the night we will see the re-branded Brooklyn, now being called Cerberus, going against The Mongrel in a rematch of sorts from our last show. Are they both still in The Samson Family? Hopefully we are going to be getting some answers here tonight.
Rose: While I didn’t quite appreciate getting interrupted right there, I will have to admit that I would like to know what is going on. I know that Cerberus is the furthest from being happy after it was revealed that Mongrel was behind his match with Brianna Brookes getting cancelled.
Alexander Corvis: And that is one man that I would not want to have upset at me or be on his bad side. He’s a ruthless machine!
Rose: If the first two matches aren’t enough action for you, our main event is going to see Kevin Hunter, Oliver Black and my Baby Daddy, Bill Ryder, do battle. With Kevin defeating the number one contender last Anarchy, he’s looking to re-insert himself into the title picture once again.
Alexander Corvis: All three of these men are looking to capitalize on some major and hugely crucial momentum going into Meltdown. All want the Heavyweight Championship to themselves, but I don’t think they realize that there’s another person wanting it waiting in the wings.
Rose: You can’t seriously be talking about ASStrid?!
Alexander Corvis: Why can’t I? That woman has deserved a shot at the title for a long time now. It’s just a matter of fact of when is she going to get it. Now let’s get on with the show.
The show swings over to the Anarchy ring announcer standing center ring.
Patricia Downs: The following contest is a tag team match and it is set for one fall!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
"Hermes Freestyle" by Saint Jhn begins to play and Judy Ballistic strides to the ring with confidence, as usual.
Patricia Downs: Coming to the ring first...she stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds….she is JUDY BALLISTIIIIIIICCCCCC!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: After a pretty sound defeat of Daveena last week in an impromptu match, Judith Ballistic is looking to take down Astrid Sedin who’s she’s been feuding with on Twitter over the past few weeks.
Rose: Not taking ASStrid’s side in this or anything, but Judith needs to learn her place. ASStrid isn’t an easy opponent and when you add in the fact she’s partnered up with Brianna Brookes, Judith and Savannah are going to have an uphill battle.
The Anarchy entrance ramp is bathed in green light as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses starts to rock the PA. As the music begins to swell Savannah appears onstage while green pyro surrounds her, shooting up in a jungle of fire. As she's announced Savannah moves toward the ring, taking the time to enjoy the trip, high fiving and hugging along the way- not seeming to mind the one or two male fans who get carried away in the arms of a beautiful bitch like her. On reaching the ring she'll slip in, then start to crawl toward the entrance while the pyros surround her again- like she's 'stalking' her opponent.
Patricia Downs: And her partner for the night...she hails from Seattle, Washington….she stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and sixty five pounds...she is The Wild Cat….SAVANNAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: After the injuries sustained after Mayhem and the claims of internal bleeding, one should really be asking if she’s really ready to get back into the ring… especially after such a short period.
Rose: To be honest, it is starting to seem like everyone around here is screaming for attention. Savannah collapsed at the last Anarchy, we all saw it, but I honestly don’t know who to believe and what to believe is real around here. Things are getting out of hand around here.
Alexander Corvis: I will agree that General Manager Joshua Samson, Esquire needs to get things under control. We’re on the brink of chaos.
The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face. Standing there for a few moments, Astrid takes in the crowd’s energy before turning back to where she came and motioning for someone to come out and join her on the stage. That was when she was joined by the ever so intimidating Daveena.Astrid turned around to face the ring as the smirk reappeared on her face before she began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confident as she walks. Astrid reaches out to slap the hands of a few fans at ringside, but at the very last minute she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing as she twirls her hair around her finger.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first….hailing from West Chester, Pennsylvania but residing in Los Angeles, California….she stands at a height of five feet even and weighs in at one hundred and one pounds….representing the Samson Family...she is the Queen of Anarchy….ASTRID SEDIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: And here she comes… the Queen of Anarchy!
Rose: Oh come on Alex.
Daveena stops at the bottom of the ramp as Astrid scowls and smirks at the same time towards the ring before heading off to the right hand side while holding her hands towards the fans as if to say “talk to the hand”. She quickly hops onto the ring apron and gets to her feet, looking out at the crowd as Daveena climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring through the ropes before bending her knees and quickly entering under the middle rope with a twirl. Holding her arms up at level of her shoulders, Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd with Daveena simply standing behind her, arms folded across her chest and a stern look upon her face.. She waits for her opponent off to the side, sitting on the middle rope with her arms spread across the top one with Daveena just off to her side, her music slowly fading out.
Alexander Corvis: I know that Sedin has been looking forward to this match since it was announced because she’s been wanting to get her hands on both of these women. After vanquishing Killjoy, Sedin feels like she’s dealing with the same situation now with Savannah.
Rose: Maybe what ASStrid needs is a wakeup call. She’s been an immature little bitch for most of her tenure here in EHWF and honestly, I’m growing sick and tired of it. It’s like the whole world revolves around here.
The lights dim as the music “Waking Lions” by Evil Pop penetrates that atmosphere. Blue strobes flutter around the arena, as the dark haired diva, Brianna Brookes takes her place on top of the platform, the showtime title draped over her left shoulder. She makes her way down the ramp, pausing halfway down, before running and entering the ring in a baseball slide fashion. She stands up and ignores the hoots and hollers from the crowd as she stands in the center of the ring and hoists her title in the air. After a moment she lowers the title and hands it to the ref before she turns around, and faces her opponent.
Patricia Downs: And her partner for the night...hailing from Melbourne, Australia...standing at a height of five foot five inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-three pounds...she is the current Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….she is the Angel of Anarchy...BRIANNA BROOKEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: These two have promised to do savage things to their opponents tonight!
Rose: So what the new BFFs, Astrianna, are supposed to pump fear in the hearts of Judy and Savannah? Pffftttt! Brianna better hope ASStrid doesn’t bash her head in during the match!
Before the referee can signal the start of the match, Brianna and Astrid rush across the ring and blast Judy and Savannah with forearms that knock their competitors through the ropes. Judy falls through on the right side of their corner while Savannah goes down on the left, landing on the apron. The referee quickly calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Judy Ballistic and Savannah vs. Astrid Sedin and Brianna Brookes
Brianna pulls Savannah up to her feet by her hair. Savannah jumps up into an enziguri and Brianna falls back into the ring. Astrid moves over. Savannah grabs her coming in by either side of her head, dropping down to the floor so that she clotheslines herself across the top rope. Astrid flies back and lands on top of her own partner. Judy scrambles back into the ring and pounces on top for a cover.
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Astrid KICKS OUT!!!
As she rolls away, Judy goes up with a standing moonsault and lands on Brianna in perfect position.
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Brianna KICKS OUT!!!
Astrid hits a basement dropkick to knock Judy down and Brianna covers.
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Savannah FLIES IN TO BREAK IT UP!!!
Alexander Corvis: Brookes and Sedin tried to get the jump on Ballistic and Savannah but that didn’t work very well!
Astrid goes to grab the Wildcat and tries to throw her over the top to the floor but Savannah spins and reverses, throwing the Queen of Anarchy through the ropes to the floor towards the aisle.
Alexander Corvis: Well these two surely aren’t wasting time going at each other. But if Savannah wants to take Sedin down, she’s going to have to do a lot more than what she has.
Rose: Savannah wants to show the world that ASStrid isn’t as good as everyone thinks she is. Brianna better think about getting the hell out of dodge now while she still can.
Brianna clubs Savannah in the back of the head, sending her through the ropes to the floor next to Astrid. Judy runs up behind Brianna and gets her in an O’Conner roll.
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Brianna KICKS OUT!!!
Alexander Corvis: Ballistic’s greenness is starting to show right here. Brookes was quickly able to power.
Rose: Brianna is a tough ass competitor and doing something as simple as rolling her up isn’t going to be enough.
Brianna gets to her feet and takes a swing but Judy ducks and pulls her down into an inside cradle.
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REVERSAL!!!
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REVERSAL!!!
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Brianna KICKS OUT!!!
Alexander Corvis: That was a very close call there. Brookes almost lost the match for her team right there.
Rose: Again, Brianna isn’t going to be going down that easy. Her name isn’t ASStrid Sedin for crying out loud!
On the floor, Astrid grabs Savannah and runs her head long into the barricade. Savannah staggers. Astrid grabs her and this time runs her face first into the steps. Bleeding profusely, Savannah falls to the floor.
Alexander Corvis: And there is that viciousness that Sedin can exhibit when provoked!
Astrid dives back into the ring. Judy meets her coming in but Astrid sidesteps. Judy rebounds off the ropes and Astrid kicks her low. Judy doubles over and Astrid and Brianna perform a powerbomb-double knee backbreaker combination (Brianna performing the powerbomb while Astrid the double knee backbreaker)!
Alexander Corvis: Oh that had to hurt! I don’t care who you are, if you get hit with a move like that you’re not going to be getting up.
Rose: It is clear that Astrianna are wanting to end this match sooner than later. I think they’re either getting bored or fed up.
Astrid and Brianna drag Judy up and hit the move a second time. As Savannah starts to stagger up on the floor, they hit Judy with a third powerbomb-double knee backbreaker combination.
Alexander Corvis: And that… that has to be the final nail in the coffin of this match. I doubt Ballistic can even move after that to the point where she’d kick out.
Rose: Where is Savannah? Is she going to be able to save this match for her team?
Astrid goes for the cover as Brianna slides out the ring to cut off Savannah.
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Patricia Downs: Here are your winners...Astrid Sedin and Brianna Brookes!!!
Alexander Corvis: And there it is ladies and gentlemen. Astrid Sedin and Brianna Brookes have defeated the team of Judith Ballistic and Savannah after a pretty back and forth match.
Rose: To be quite honest, this match was pretty much a sure thing for ASStrid and Brianna. I guess Savannah hasn’t quite recovered from her match with Joanna Rissi on Mayhem.
“Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria is once again playing throughout the arena as Brianna and Astrid stand in the middle of the ring, raising one another’s arms in the air and celebrating their victory as the scene slowly fades to commercial.
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Anarchy returns from a commercial break as the camera fades in on the fans talking to each other as they wait for the next match to begin. Suddenly he arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall.
Rose: Now what, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: I have no earthly idea, Rose.
Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him.
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon came up short in his match against Oliver Black in order to keep the Black Asylum intact. I’m sure he’s coming out here to vent on here subject.
Rose: You think I have time to make a beer run before the next match?
Alexander Corvis: Rose, get back here and do your job like a professional!
Once at ringside Red Dragon slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he walks around the ring as if he is on a mission. Until he comes to a stop to lean against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands as he stares towards the stage. He glances towards the Patricia Downs and motions for a microphone. A ring crew member runs up and grabs a microphone off the table to hand it to Red Dragon. He grabs it out of the man's hand and glares back towards the stage.
Red Dragon: Oliver Black yes you beat me this time but I guarantee that we are from being finished with each other. Honestly Black Asylum had been dead a lot longer than you saying it was over. . It has been dead since the day you decided that you were the only one who mattered in Black Asylum. Your ego got the best of you and the only person you cared about was yourself and the titles around your waist. Everyday it seemed that your ego was getting bigger and bigger until the point that it got unbearable for myself and Killjoy to put up with. To the point that we left you high and dry as you got your ass kicked by the Samson family. Yes I was backstage watching it on a television screen as I just sat back with a grin on my face.
Red Dragon paces around the ring as he points the femur towards the crowd as he received a mixture of boos and chants. But you could tell that it did not matter to him about what the crowd did since he could care less what they thought of him.
Red Dragon: Enough talk about Oliver Black. I guarantee that we will face each other again sometime but I’m not here to talk about him and the dead Black Asylum. I’m here to talk about one person who I gave the perfect opportunity to take out Oliver Black once and for all. Yes we had differences but it seemed that we had the same enemy. But my mistake when I turned my back on you to end up being nailed with a double knee facebreaker.
Red Dragon starts to pace around the ring again . He keeps looking back towards the stage and through the crowd as if he is looking for someone.
Red Dragon: That is one mistake I guarantee will never happen again Astrid. I guess the only thought in my mind at the very moment was wanting to see Oliver Black s blood covering the ring. Astrid time has come for my revenge and why don't you leave rest of the Samson family even your future husband the general manager for Anarchy Joshua Samson. It is time to feed the inner demon screaming for blood and guess what Astrid your going to feed that demon.
Red Dragon runs the femur across the steel steps outside the ring as you hear the scraping coming from the barbwire scratching against the steel steps.
Red Dragon: What a lovely sound of barbwire as it is drug across metal. But there is only one sound even sweeter. That is hearing the screams of agony coming from someone as I rip their flesh apart with the barbwire. The smell and site of their blood as it pours out from those wounds. Enough talk Astrid. Why don't you get your ass out here so we can play.
Red Dragon leans against the ropes as he waits for Astrid to come down to the ring.
Alexander Corvis: We’ve already seen Sedin in tag team action just a few moments ago. So we know she is in the building.
The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue.
Rose: Red Dragon won’t have to wait long because that’s ASStrid’s music!
When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step and a microphone in her hand. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and glares at Red Dragon with a twisted smile on her face as her entrance music fades away.
Astrid Sedin: So the idiot laughing stock of The Black Asylum, and possibly all of Anarchy, finally has the balls to speak. Dude, Ollie was the only person in Black Asylum who was worth a damn and I find it VERY funny that you think that it was unbearable. Just fess up… you couldn’t pull your own weight and latched yourself onto Oliver because you were hoping to revive your pathetic career. I got rid of Killjoy from this company and you faltered to even win a match to keep your place. And now here you are, crying foul because Oliver kicked you out of The Black Asylum and then kicked your ass like the little piece of shit that you are.
Astrid’s lips started to twist up in the corners as she laughed, the crowd booing ever so slightly.
Astrid Sedin: And then… you have the balls to act like a buster badass towards me? What the fuck have you been smoking you stupid idiot? You didn’t give me shit… I took the chance to do what I did while you were floundering in that match like a fish out of water. Did you really think that I needed your help to take Oliver Black out? Did you really believe that I would want to team up with the loser likes of you to do something as beat his ass? God… maybe you really do belong in an asylum because dude, you’re freakin’ nuts. I further proved that your rightful place is at the bottom, as if Oliver wasn’t already going to show you that. You really think I want to get in that ring and beat you… something I’ve already done… when I can be off doing other more important things? My time is precious and I’m far more in demand than you and any plans of ‘revenge’ you plan on taking can wait.
Astrid takes a few steps towards the ring.
Astrid Sedin: I soundly beat you once before because you’re nothing but a glorified jobber in a facemask. But if you really, really want the same treatment that I gave to Killjoy then I’ll be happy to give you that. But I’m not going to be doing it on your terms. You want me in that ring… you’re going to have to do it on my terms when I feel like doing it. You’re going to be the one screaming in agony and begging me for mercy. I just don’t feel like dealing with your shit right now.
Rose: I think ASStrid is just straight up scared right now!
Alexander Corvis: I highly doubt that, Rose, but it looks like Red Dragon definitely isn’t.
Dragon hops out of the ring and makes a mad dash up the ramp. Astrid meets him halfway and the two proceed to swing heavy rights and lefts at each other. A referee comes out from the back to break them up but to not avail. The two Anarchists brawl down the ramp toward the ring. Astrid manages to throw Dragon into the ring before following after him.
Rose: So what is this an official match now? Another week, another Anarchy that has become the ASStrid Show?!
The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Red Dragon vs. Astrid Sedin
Alexander Corvis: I have received word that yes indeed that this is an official match!
Almost immediately, Dragon runs across the ring and blasts Astrid in the mouth with a forearm smash. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Blow after blow connects as Astrid desperately tries to create space between herself and Dragon, finally throwing herself between the ropes. The referee immediately steps between Dragon and Astrid, much to Dragon's annoyance.
Alexander Corvis: Like he said..Red Dragon isn't a very big fan of Sedin's antics last Anarchy.
The exact second that Astrid steps back through the ropes, Dragon drags her toward the middle of the ring. He drives his knee into Astrid's ribs to wear her down and then tries to shoot her across the ring. Astrid reverses the attempt, waiting for Dragon to come back on the rebound. When he does, Astrid slams him down to the mat with a hiptoss! Almost immediately, Astrid bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Dragon with a senton. Dragon rolls out of the way! Astrid hits the mat hard and her eyes go wide with pain.
Dragon waits until Astrid begins to pull herself back up to her feet before running at Astrid and hitting her with a vicious knee shot. Dragon grabs Astrid and drags her back up to her feet, wrenching on her arm. Astrid practically pleads with Dragon to release the hold, but Dragon continues to apply pressure before hitting Astrid with an elbow shot to further damage her arm! Astrid stumbles away from Dragon, who once again grabs hold of the arm and uses it to slam Astrid down to the mat!
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon is focusing on that arm…
Rose: I don't think it's any secret on how he wants to end this match! It's just a matter of whether ASStrid manages to avoid it!
Dragon grabs Astrid's arm and tries to set her up for a fujiwara armbar! Astrid quickly scampers over toward the ropes and grabs hold of them. Dragon tries to pull Astrid toward the middle of the ring, but the referee warns Dragon that Astrid has the ropes. Dragon angrily gives Astrid some space to make it back up to her feet.
Once Astrid's standing, Dragon hurries toward her and gets hit with a drop-toe-hold! Dragon's masked face bounces off of the mat. Astrid quickly drags Dragon back up to his feet, trying to set Dragon up for a DDT! Dragon shoves Astrid away and then throws her into the nearest turnbuckle! Astrid's eyes go wide in pain.
Rose: She’s going to feel that one in the morning!
Dragon charges in and tries to hit Astrid with a handspring back elbow in the corner, only to have Astrid duck out of the way! Dragon hits the turnbuckle and then Astrid hits him with a superkick just second later! Dragon tries to catch his breath but Astrid rolls him up with a cover.
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Alexander Corvis: Sedin with the near victory!
Rose: Come on, Red Dragon, you face mask wearing goon!
Dragon pulls himself back up to him feet. Astrid turns around as Dragon leaps into the air and connects with a double knee strike! Astrid drops to the mat in pain, clutching at her face. Dragon grabs her and tries to lock in the Devil’s Clutch (STF/double chickenwing submission)!
Alexander Corvis: This could be VERY bad for Sedin if Red Dragon locks it in!
Rose: This is exactly what ASStrid deserves! It’s about time someone knock her down a peg or two!
Suddenly the crowd explodes as The Mongrel rumbles down to the ring.
Alexander Corvis: That’s The Mongrel! The Mongrel is out here to save Sedin!
Rose: Well they are Samson Family, right?
Mongrel steps into the ring and cracks Dragon from behind with a big clothesline that causes Dragon to release Astrid and sending him flying through the ropes.
Alexander Corvis: Thank goodness for The Mongrel!
Rose: Damn it!
Mongrel helps his former Challenge Championship partner up. Trying to catch her breath, Astrid rubs the back of her neck. Before Astrid realizes it, Mongrel has his massive hand wrapped around her tiny neck. Without a second thought, Mongrel lifts the five footer high into the air before slamming her to the mat with a chokeslam!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Rose: HOLY SHIT!
Alexander Corvis: WHAT IN THE EHWF UNIVERSE IS THE MONGREL DOING?!
Mongrel glares down at the barely conscious Astrid. He smirks before reaching down to pull her up. He tosses her up onto his shoulders in a backbreaker position.
Mongrel: (shouting) The path is clear for the impending encounter. The first stage of the inevitable destruction of a union held so sacred by a selfish, arrogant man.
Alexander Corvis: What does that mean? That seems to be The Mongrel’s calling card since his return.
Rose: Who cares what it means! If we get to see him hit Doomsday Disaster (Argentina backbreaker) on ASStrid I’m all for it!
Before Mongrel can hit his finisher, the crowd explodes again with cheers as Cerberus bolts down the ramp from backstage. Mongrel releases Astrid, allowing her to fall to the canvas, as he beckons Cerberus to the ring.
Alexander Corvis: Cerberus out here to save his Samson Family member from the man he is scheduled to face in a match in a few minutes.
Rose: Damn it! We were seconds away from getting rid of ASStrid once and for all!
Cerberus slides into the ring and instantly goes into clubbering mode upon Mongrel. The two men trade fierce blows back and forth. From the back referees flood down to try to gain some semblance of order.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Alexander Corvis: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be right back after this commercial break! Hopefully we’ll have some order restored here on Anarchy?
**Check local listings for broadcast**
Alexander Corvis: Welcome back everyone! We did manage to gain some order during the break and are ready for the next match.
Rose: And that next match being the two men that are already in the ring...Cerberus versus Mongrel!
DING DING DING!!
Cerberus vs. The Mongrel
The second the bell rings the big man charges across the ring and blasts Cerberus with a vicious forearm smash that knocks Cerberus back into the turnbuckle! Mongrel drops down and drives his shoulder hard into Cerberus's ribs. He follows it up with a second, and then a third. Cerberus tries to stagger his way out of the corner, though Mongrel responds by hitting him with a throat thrust! The impact sends the former Hardcore Champion stumbling around the ring. Mongrel responds by pulling Cerberus in toward him. He hoists Cerberus onto his shoulders, runs forward, and slams Cerberus to the mat with a powerslam! Cerberus wisely rolls out of the way to keep Mongrel from going for the cover, Mongrel pounding his chest and glaring at Cerberus. The fans respond with a mixed reaction.
Alexander Corvis: The Mongrel is fascinating to watch because you KNOW that he's much better at brawling than wrestling, and yet...
Rose: All he has to do is keep Cerberus down for three seconds! That's not that hard!
Cerberus grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Mongrel glares at Cerberus before charging at him. Cerberus responds by getting a foot in the air and kicking Mongrel in the mouth, causing him to stagger back a few steps. Cerberus steps away from the ropes as Mongrel charges at him again---only to have Cerberus respond by lifting Mongrel into the air and slamming him down with a Samoan Drop!
Mongrel pulls himself back up to his feet. Cerberus runs at him and blasts Mongrel with a forearm shot that knocks the big man back against the turnbuckle. Cerberus charges in at full speed and tries to hit Mongrel with a splash---only to have Mongrel step out of the way before he can connect! Cerberus stumbles from the impact. Mongrel places a hand on Cerberus' throat and lifts him into the air! He slams Cerberus to the mat with a chokeslam and then covers.
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Cerberus tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Mongrel bounce off of the ropes and kick Cerberus in the mouth with a big boot! Cerberus crashes to the mat. Mongrel hooks the leg once again.
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: It's not often that you see someone hit Cerberus like this but Mongrel is definitely the type of person that's capable of doing it!
Rose: I'll be fair to Cerberus. He's strong enough to throw Mongrel around, too!
Despite Rose's words, Mongrel grabs Cerberus and lifts him off of the mat. He hoists Cerberus onto his shoulders. Before he can actually do anything to send Cerberus to the mat, the Hell Hound hits Mongrel with a few elbow strikes to cause Mongrel to drop him down to the mat. Cerberus bounces off of the ropes and hits Mongrel with a clothesline that sends him staggering but doesn't get him to fall. Cerberus shakes his head. Mongrel charges at Cerberus and gets ready to give it his own attempt---only to have Cerberus deliver a huge spinebuster! Cerberus hooks the leg for a cover.
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: Oh wow…
Rose: You see? They can both throw each other around pretty effortlessly!
Cerberus grabs Mongrel and starts to drag him back up to his feet, pounding away on him as he does so. Mongrel shoves Cerberus away. Cerberus stumbles a few steps before regaining his footing. He charges back at Mongrel to try and keep control of the match...only to have Mongrel lift him into the air for a Black Hole Slam! Cerberus rolls over toward the ropes to try and pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Mongrel run at him and BLAST Cerberus out onto the floor! Cerberus tries to pull himself back up to his feet. The referee tries to stop Mongrel from following him out to the floor, but it's to no avail.
Alexander Corvis: Bad things happen when The Mongrel gets you out on the floor.
Rose: There's an understatement if I've ever heard one!
Mongrel drags Cerberus back up to his feet and immediately throws him into the ring apron! Cerberus' eye go wide in pain. Mongrel hits him with an uppercut! Cerberus staggers around from the impact as the referee desperately pleads for both men to make it back into the ring. Mongrel ignores him as he grabs Cerberus and hoists him into the air, preparing to lawn dart the wrestler formerly known as Brooklyn into the ring post!
Alexander Corvis:: How often do you see someone pick Cerberus up that effortlessly?
Rose: Not often!
Mongrel runs forward, but just before he can throw Cerberus into the ring post, Cerberus escapes from his grasp! Cerberus grabs Mongrel from behind and runs him into the ring post! Mongrel's head bounces off of the steel. Cerberus rolls the groggy monster into the ring! Cerberus follows in behind Mongrel and charges at him, connecting with Sacked (spear)!
Somehow, Mongrel manages to stay on his feet. Cerberus looks at him in disbelief and bounces off of the ropes again. He throws himself at Mongrel---who responds by grabbing Cerberus and lifting him onto his shoulders! Mongrel growls and gets ready to plant Cerberus on the mat . Cerberus frees himself from Mongrel's grasp with a series of elbow shots and then bounces off of the ropes again---this time connecting with a second Sacked! Cerberus falls on top of Mongrel and hooks the leg.
1...
2…
3!!
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...Cerberus!!!
Alexander Corvis: That was an absolute war!
Rose: That was just a battle in the war because I know Mongrel isn’t going to settle for this!
Alexander Corvis: That’s a very good point, Rose. With The Mongrel clearly waging war against the Samson Family this has to be only one of many matches to come!
As the Mongrel struggles to his feet in the ring, "Waking Lions" by Pop Evil draws the crowd's attention to the stage, where Brianna Brookes has just stepped out from the back, microphone in hand.
Rose: Wait a sec, what's this now? What's Brianna doing out here?
Alexander Corvis: We've speculated at length as to what her response to Mongrel's attack last week would be, and it looks like we're about to get our answer!
Brookes smiles down from the stage as her music fades, toying idly with the microphone in her hands and waiting patiently for the Mongrel to find his feet. He soon does exactly that, steadying himself in the middle of the ring and staring, along with Cerberus, who has slid to the outside of the ring, warily up the ramp as Brookes readies herself to speak.
Brianna Brookes: What'd you think, Will? Did you think you were gonna get off scot-free, that I was just gonna let you off the hook for what you pulled last week?
The Mongrel sneers.
Alexander Corvis: Well The Mongrel did address his reasoning since the attack.
Rose: It’s Mongrel...it’s not like he needs a reason anyway!
Brookes turns, addressing the crowd.
Brianna Brookes: For those of you not in the know, lil' Willie down there's the reason I couldn't make my match last week. Big guy cut me off in the back, caught me from behind, and gave me that big ol' Powerbomb of his onto - get this - solid concrete.
The crowd lets the Mongrel have it while the big man continues to sneer and nod in the ring, while Cerberus rolls his eyes on the outside.
Brianna Brookes: I know, right? Now, obviously - as you all saw earlier tonight - that Powerbomb didn't quite take. But it's the thought that counts. Guy tried to take me out of my match, tried to end my reign as Showtime Champion... and worse, if we're being honest. Isn't that right, Willie?
The Mongrel continues his sneer and not taking his eyes off the Showtime Champion even as the boos grow louder.
Brianna Brookes: But here's the thing, Willie - it's okay. I don't blame you.
Rose: Wait, what?
The crowd pops, surprised, and both the Mongrel and Cerberus seem nonplussed by the declaration.
Brianna Brookes: Nope. You may've done the deed, but I know it wasn't your idea. I know - we all know - that you weren't the one pulling the strings last week. Because for all your talk, and for all your power... all you are is someone else's muscle.
At this, Brookes cracks a sneer of her own.
Brianna Brookes: All you've ever been, all you're ever going to be... is someone else's Mongrel.
The crowd pops again.
Brianna Brookes: But like I said, Will... it's okay.
Brooke's smile widens.
Brianna Brookes: Because I've got some muscle of my own.
As if on cue, every light in the arena suddenly goes out, plunging the ring, stage, and crowd alike into total darkness! The crowd pops in surprise and confusion, and Alexander Corvis and Rose can be heard muttering uncertainly to one another through their headsets.
Alexander Corvis: ... the hell's going on?
Rose: Don't ask me - they never tell us anything anymore.
Amidst the rising din of crowd noise, the Tron suddenly flickers to life. After a moment of flickering static, punctuated by butchered and indecipherable audio, the screen finally settles on a black background, embossed with what appears to be a Sanskrit phrase in stark, glaring white:
मैं सबसे काला सितारा हूँ
Alexander Corvis: What... what the hell... ?
The screen flickers again, more bastardized audio stuttering from the arena's PA system, and upon stabilizing once more the text on the screen has morphed from Sanskrit to Ancient Greek.
Είμαι το μαύρο αστέρι
Rose: ... what is this?
The message flickers and changes again, this time to a series of Elder Futhark runic symbols...
ᚷ ᛖᚱ ᛊᚢᚨᚱᛏᚨ ᛊᛏᛃᚨᚱᚾᚨᚾ
... and again to Japanese...
私は黒い星です
... before finally finishing its march forward through time and at last morphing into English, for EHWF and the whole world to see.
I AM THE BLACKEST STAR
Alexander Corvis: NO -
Rose: HOLY SHIT!
The crowd ROARS, shock and awe and disbelief and anger and joy all rolled into one great tide of sound, and as "Slave Knight" by FalKKonE begins thundering through the arena, the text on the Tron changes one last time, becoming three letters - one acronym - in faded, bloody crimson.
D G S
Alexander Corvis: It can't be?!
Rose: It's gotta be!
Alexander Corvis: It CAN'T be?!
Rose: It's GOTTA be!
Then, suddenly, it all stops. The Tron shuts down, the music abruptly cuts out, and the arena is once again plunged into darkness and, save for the frenzied crowd, silence. A moment passes and then the lights come back on, and the crowd goes BERSERK at the sight before them: stood in the ring, a mere step behind the Mongrel, is David Gideon Smith.
Rose: IT IS!
Alexander Corvis: DAVID SMITH! ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS COMPETITORS, IF NOT THE MOST DANGEROUS COMPETITOR IN EHWF HISTORY, IS BACK!
Rose: And he's on Anarchy! DGS on Anarchy, what the hell even is this?!
The crowd response clues the Mongrel in to the fact that he's no longer alone in the ring. He turns to find DGS staring up at him, face an expressionless mask, hands absently opening and closing at his sides. The Mongrel regards him with a mixture of shock and uncertainty, but little more than a few moments pass before it gives way to amusement.
The Mongrel: (off-mic) You're it?
The Mongrel turns to look up at Brookes, who stands watching from atop the stage, a wicked grin on her face.
The Mongrel: (off-mic) This is your retaliation?
When Brookes merely nods from atop the ramp, the Mongrel chuckles as he turns back around.
The Mongrel: (off-mic) So instead of combating her own battles, Miss Brookes has you to - oof!
Alexander Corvis: And now it's the Sovereign, the Blackstar, lighting up The Mongrel!
The crowd pops as Smith lets rip a vicious kick to the Mongrel's knee. He fires off a second, nearly causing the big man to crumble, but before he can finish the job the Mongrel bulls forward, driving DGS back to the far ropes and getting both hands around his throat!
Rose: God, he's gonna try and choke him out!
Alexander Corvis: David Smith has done it all in the EHWF - he's won championships, set records, ended careers - but I don't think he's ever encountered a physical specimen quite like The Mongrel before!
The Mongrel leans into it, pressing Smith back into the ropes and bearing down, but before he can really sink his grip in Smith's hands come up, grabbing Mongrel by the wrists. Both men lock eyes, and all the Mongrel can do is look on in disbelief as DGS, with a low growl of exertion, begins slowly prying his hands apart!
Rose: WHAT?!
Alexander Corvis: My GOD, the power of DGS!
Smith adjusts his grip on the Mongrel's wrists, using them as leverage to leap up and crack the big man with a Bicycle Knee to the jaw! The blow sends the Mongrel stumbling back toward the center of the ring, but DGS advances right after him and stomps out the leg he'd targeted earlier, dropping the dazed giant to one knee. Smith stands over the Mongrel, considering the giant for a moment. Then he backpedals to the ropes, bouncing off and surging forward to LEVEL THE MONGREL WITH A LARIAT!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!
Alexander Corvis: JESUS, GOD IN HEAVEN, WHAT A LARIAT!
Rose: LOOK AT MONGREL, HE'S OUT COLD!
Smith regains his feet and, after taking note of the sight of Mongrel unconscious on the mat and the roaring cheers of the crowd, takes his leave from the ring. He pauses on the outside and spares a glance over at an intrigued Cerberus, who witnessed the whole display firsthand, and the two eye one another for a long moment before Smith starts up the ramp. He pauses again at the top of the ramp to regard Brianna Brookes, who seems profoundly pleased with what's just occurred in the ring.
Alexander Corvis: Wait a minute... Brookes and DGS? Brookes AND DGS?
Rose: I... yeah, no. I got nothin'.
Seeming not to share in Brookes' enthusiasm, Smith merely frowns at her for a moment before turning and disappearing to the back. Brookes remains for a moment longer, watching as the Mongrel begins to stir in the ring, before following after him.
Coming Soon
The Anarchy entrance ramp is bathed in green light as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses starts to rock the PA for the second time tonight. As the music begins to swell Savannah, with a furled flag in hand, appears onstage while green pyro surrounds her, shooting up in a jungle of fire. Savannah moves toward the ring, taking the time to enjoy the trip, high fiving and hugging along the way- not seeming to mind the one or two male fans who get carried away in the arms of a beautiful bitch like her. On reaching the ring she'll slip in, then start to crawl toward the entrance while the pyros surround her again- like she's 'stalking' her opponent.
Alexander Corvis: Well this is unexpected!
Rose: Why? I knew about it.
Alexander Corvis: No you didn’t.
Rose: Honestly I did, Alexander.
Savannah smiled as she listened to the mixed crowd reaction to her match- and to her calling for a microphone and her flag afterward. The flag had been removed from ringside for her match, not wanting it to become a weapon, but now she took it and nodded to the man who gave it to her, thanking him before raising the microphone to her lips. For a moment those who knew her only for recent matters tried to drown her out but she knew what would stop them.
Savannah: They nearly killed me in Laramie.
The words had their desired effect as it quieted both cheers and jeers long enough for her to continue.
Alexander Corvis: That's one way to silence a crowd.
Savannah: Last time I was here things got... hectic. Collapsing backstage, being rushed to the hospital- then immediately into surgery to stop the bleeding in my chest cavity before it stopped my breathing completely. They said I was lucky. If the blood had collected around my heart…
Savannah waves the thought, and the growing murmur of the crowd off.
Savannah: Anyway, because of all that shit I had time to think about where things stand around here. Most of it you already know. Hell, most of it you already say out loud, but do you ever think what it means?
She begins to move about the ring, turning as she speaks as if trying to address every single member of the capacity crowd individually.
Savannah: First and foremost. Mayhem is dead. Not dying, not in trouble- for all intents and purposes the EHWF's supposed flagship show is deader than the dodo and fast on its way to becoming the Super Rissi Family Fun Hour.
A ripple of laughter flows around the ring. Savannah pauses her pacing to look off toward the dressing area.
Alexander Corvis: Savannah is a deeply scarred woman and has a huge bone to pick with Mayhem, more specifically with EHWF owner Michael Rissi.
Savannah: Oh, by the way Brianna? You already know I'm more than aware of who you are, a lot of this is going to hurt you to the genes. Deal.
Rose: If you were treated the way she has been while over there you would be too, Alexander. Goddamn, they tried to kill her with poison. Poison!
Savannah: Now, a lot of you probably know exactly who to blame for this. Especially if you've been listening to the Mayhem Media towing of the party line.
Savannah turns, her finger arcing through the air to point at everyone.
Savannah: You're wrong! Thor didn't want to destroy Mayhem. He didn't bring me in to destroy Mayhem. He didn't revive the Empire to destroy Mayhem. He wanted to SAVE Mayhem! He had his people snatch me out of another show because he knew I wanted to return and needed my help!
Savannah shrugs.
Savannah: So, he might have gone a little overboard about it. He had a problem, he tried to fix it. True, it was in a sort of 'See a finishing nail, grab a sledgehammer' kind of way but he WAS trying! But why did he have a problem? Because he was GM of Mayhem, but he was never allowed to run the show!
Her eyes flash with anger, quickly calmed.
Savannah: Anarchy doesn't have this problem, not yet. And without this problem I'd put Thor up as a match for any manager I've ever known. Even Joshua. It would have been an easy job for him. If not for the Weasel.
Rose: Sah’ta Thor a better manager than Joshua Samson, Esquire? Hmm, I don’t know about that one.
Alexander Corvis: Shhhh….
Savannah: When it comes to Mayhem the Weasel is like a spoiled rich brat with a toy box. He doesn't give a shit, not any more. He might have at one time, but now? He's emptying the toy box, tossing some… breaking others. And not giving a shit. Because he knows one thing- or thinks he does. He knows he has a second toy box waiting once he breaks all his toys in this one.
The Wild Cat gives the crowd a knowing smirk.
Savannah: Anyone want to guess where the second toy box is?
Savannah’s finger moves through space again, exaggerating the motion as she points to the mat below her so that all get the picture.
Anyway, as you can guess the true flagship show is Anarchy in my eyes. The only true wrestling show in my eyes. And I want to keep it that way! For starters, let's stop towing the party line. Mayhem is in ruins, people with any sense are leaving- many are trying to come here. We are not 'trash', as they would have you believe. Think of us as refugees from a madman.
Savannah chuckles.
Savannah: Look, I'm not asking for drum circles and kumbaya. I'm not asking that we like each other. Hell, I'm not even asking that Astrid quit hating me for shit I didn't do!
Rose: Good thing. I doubt the stupid bitch will ever wise up to that.
Savannah: What I AM asking for is that we be ready. That we know- all of us- that this is coming and, when it does, we tell that spoiled little rich asshole to fuck off! That we accept those with the sense to get out. Test them, sure- same as Astrid and Brianna tested me tonight- but don't dismiss them. Don't do the Weasel's job for him.
The flag has been propped in a corner of the ring. Savannah now reaches for it, holding it and beginning to unfurl it. At first it looks just like any other EHWF banner, but soon it is apparent that it has been defaced with an Anarchy green ‘#OCCUPY’
Rose: Is that…
Alexander Corvis: It’s just an EHWF flag she marked up.
Rose: No, you don’t get it. That’s the banner that she flew in Havana! The night that the Corporate Power Billionaires tried to put a price on all our heads. She rallied the people and turned the tables on them that night!
Savannah: I believe we can fight even this- because we have before. A few years ago we were almost taken over. I wasn't in the main fight, but I did my part. I was proud to be on the right side of the fight then, and I'll be proud about being on the right side of the fight when it comes again.
She weaves the staff of the flag into the ropes so it stays up.
Savannah: I'll just leave this here.
She then slips out of the ring.
**Coming in July**
Patricia Downs: The following match is the Anarchy main event and it is a Triple Threat Match!
“Dust” by Tremonti plays ushering in Kevin Hunter.
Patricia Downs: Coming to the ring first weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and standing six foot five inches...hailing from Brooklyn, New York….he is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation World Tag Team Champion….he is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion….he is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation World Champion….representing the Sons of Chaos...he is the Alpha King...Kevin Hunter!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Hunter came away with a HUGE win last Anarchy when he cleanly defeated Bill Ryder, who is the Number One Contender for the Heavyweight Championship!
Rose: I got to hand it to Kevin. He did what very few people thought he would do.
You know my Sovereign King
His eyes were like a flame of fire
He is crowned with many crowns
He was clothed in a robe dipped in blood
And the name which he is called
It's the word of God.
His eyes were like a flame of fire
He is crowned with many crowns
He was clothed in a robe dipped in blood
And the name which he is called
It's the word of God.
The crowd showed a mixed reaction towards the opening chord of the former first-ever EHWF World Heavyweight Champion, and self-proclaimed Sovereign King, Bill Ryder. The opening chord to Killswitch Engage's "Holy Diver" continued to consume the crowd's attention, as they awaited the arrival of their hero. Through the curtain two figures emerged from behind the curtain to elevate a mixed response from the apprehensive crowd. Amanda Greene stood off to the right, allowing "The King" to take center stage where he rightfully belonged. He taunted by spreading his arms outward, showing off his fresh new wrestling attire. He was seen wearing long white vinyl spandex with gold trim and lettering. His hands covered in white leather gloves with the initials "SK" written across each of them in gold print. The white and gold kick-padded boots matched perfectly his newest black and gold "Sovereign King" zipup hood that he kept unzipped in order to show off his world famous six pack. The heavily bearded, long dark brown hair with a section bleached out to look apart from most unoriginal men.
He is the leader of the Bullet Kings!
The Sovereign King
The Motive!
The Prince of Princes
The soul of fire
The Lord of Lords!
The King of heaven!
All of hope
The Sovereign King
The Motive!
The Prince of Princes
The soul of fire
The Lord of Lords!
The King of heaven!
All of hope
The beautiful "Matriarch Queen" stood strongly to his left hand side, supporting him by wearing one of his newer black Ryde of Your Life tanktops that too was marked in metallic gold lettering. Her pumpkin orange dyed hair flowed freely past her shoulders and nearly halfway down her back. Amanda also wore a pair of plain black spandex pants, metallic gold nike air max shoes, and matching black half sleeves that ranged from her wrist all the way up and slightly past her elbows. She flashed him a smirk drenched in confidence, her eyes glowing in devotion towards him. He gently tucked his left arm around the back of her neck and together they headed down the ramp towards the ring.
He is the wisdom of understanding
He is the counselor in fight
He is the Love and Peace
He is the revelation!
He is unparalleled
He is unprecedented
The life has been told
He is the only one
He is the counselor in fight
He is the Love and Peace
He is the revelation!
He is unparalleled
He is unprecedented
The life has been told
He is the only one
He walked with such a cocky strut of cocky arrogance. He stopped at the bottom of the ramp, allowing her to take her own path towards the ring, while he casually made his way up the steps before entering the ring. He continued to glance out into the crowd of low class citizens.
The true and life
He trains my hands for war
He is my light, my salvation
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life
Whom shall I be afraid?
He trains my hands for war
He is my light, my salvation
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life
Whom shall I be afraid?
The Matriarch Queen met him in the center of the ring where she dropped down to both knees with her back now facing him, as the two of them continued to glare out into the crowd. He then shifted his movement before the live crowd, lifting his head upwards and towards the rafters above the ring. He stretched his arms outward, once more as if he was a man praying to be sacrificed to the God's above. He stayed like this for a few seconds before lowering his head, showing off the kind of malicious smile the devil himself would approve of. The two of them embraced their moment in the spotlight, basking in it every second they could. When "Holy Diver" finally came to an end, he followed her back over towards the ropes where in gentlemen like fashion he assisted her out of the ring by placing the weight of his left foot on the bottom rope, allowing her the necessary space to exit the ring.
I am the Sovereign King!
William James Ryder.
William James Ryder.
Patricia Downs: And next in the ring weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds and standing at six foot three inches….hailing from Pennsylvania….representing the Samson Family….he is a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation North American Champion...a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion….a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Bad Blood Champion...he is the inaugural Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion….he is the Sovereign King….Bill Ryder!!!!!!!!!!!
Rose: To be honest with you, Alexander, I thought Baby Daddy wouldn’t even show up for this match.
Alexander Corvis: Why did you think that, Rose?
Rose: Knowing how fragile his ego is that loss and then that ass beating he took from Lord Raab it probably has him thinking about retirement again.
The arena goes black causing the arena to pop. A blood curdling scream echoes through the arena before the stage lights up with bright white lights that pulse with the bass of the song. "The Black Asyulum" flashes across the screen above the ramp.
Caught up in this madness too blind to see.
Woke animal feelings in me.
Took over my sense and I lost control.
I'll taste your blood tonight.
Woke animal feelings in me.
Took over my sense and I lost control.
I'll taste your blood tonight.
"The Nightmare" Oliver Black makes his way out onto the stage. Upon his face is a creepy ram mask. The face is a crimson blood red, the rams horns black as night twist above his head. His trade mark umbrella resting upon his shoulder. With his free hand he unclasps the buttons to his long black trench coat and throws it open go reveal the EHWF World Championship. He throws his head back in a sinster laugh before he slowly makes his way down the ramp. The Misfit trails a few steps behind his son, the Bad Blood Championship draped over his shoulder.
Cherishing, those feelings pleasuring.
Cover me, unwanted clemency.
Scream till there's silence.
Scream while there's life left, vanishing.
Scream from the pleasure, unmask your desire.
Perishing.
Cover me, unwanted clemency.
Scream till there's silence.
Scream while there's life left, vanishing.
Scream from the pleasure, unmask your desire.
Perishing.
The two men enter the ring, the Misfit slowly circles the ring while Oliver Black climbs the turn buckles, one leg up to the top rope the other on the second. He slowly peels back the mask revealing his face to the crowd. Black reaches behind his back unlatching the World Title. He throws both his arms out, in one hand his umbrella the other the championship.
Scream, scream, scream the way you would
If I ravaged your body!
Scream, scream, scream the way you would
If I ravaged your mind!
If I ravaged your body!
Scream, scream, scream the way you would
If I ravaged your mind!
Patricia Downs: And in the ring weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds and standing at five feet ten inches….hailing from London, England….he is the undisputed reigning and defending Bad Blood Champion AND Heavyweight Champion...he is The Nightmare…. Oliver Black!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Say what you will about this young man but when you say it make sure you say longest reigning Heavyweight Champion!
Rose: Yeah….no!
All three wrestlers stand in the ring, ready and waiting for the match to begin. Within seconds, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Kevin Hunter vs. Bill Ryder vs. Oliver Black
Kevin Hunter stands back in his corner of the ring and smirks as he waits to see what both Oliver Black and Bill Ryder will do. Unfortunately for him, the two men immediately decide that they are going to focus their attention on him. Both men run across the ring and begin to hit Hunter with a series of strikes. Hunter tries to defend himself but is unable to. Black and Ryder both grab Hunter and back him up against the ropes. They shoot him across the ring and wait for Hunter to come back on the rebound.They leap into the air and send Hunter crashing to the mat with a double dropkick! Hunter tries to create a bit of space between himself and the two surprising allies. Black grabs Ryder and spins him around, driving his knee into Ryder's ribs. Ryder doubles over in pain. Black quickly grabs him and tries to set Ryder up for a swinging neckbreaker! Ryder spins out of it and pins Black to the mat with a backslide.
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Hunter dives over to break up the pin attempt!
Ryder drags himself back up to his feet just as the Alpha King hits him in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second and then a third. The Sovereign King tries to fight back with a forearm smash of his own that sends Hunter staggering. Ryder bounces off of the ropes and tries to take advantage of the opening, only to have Hunter lift him into the air and deliver a flapjack! Ryder's face bounces off of the mat as a smirk comes across Hunter's face. He turns around and tries to focus his attention on Ryder, only to have Black charge and send Hunter crashing to the mat with a slingblade! Black hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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Hunter is able to kick out!
Alexander Corvis: This match has only just started, but all three of these men are showing that they're going to go all out!
Rose: Are you really surprised about that? Baby Daddy and Oliver can both move incredibly quick...and Hunter's one of the best that EHWF has ever seen…
The Nightmare grabs Hunter and begins to lift him back up to his feet. He smirks before nailing Hunter in the mouth with a hard knee shot that sends him staggering a bit. He quickly drapes Hunter's throat over the middle rope. Black applies pressure for just a moment before casually tossing Hunter out to the floor. Smirking, Black watches Hunter pull himself back up to his feet. Before he can do anything else, however, Ryder grabs Black from behind, lifts him into the air, and delivers a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
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Black is able to kick out!
Ryder rolls back up to his feet before Black can even begin the climb to his. He leaps into the air and lands on the middle of Black's chest with a double footstomp! Ryder then hooks the leg and once again goes for the cover.
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Black kicks out again!
Alexander Corvis: You have to love what you're seeing from Bill Ryder right now! He's hungry for success and it shows!
Rose: I'm surprised that you expected anything less from my Baby Daddy of all people.
Ryder grabs Black and drags him back up to his feet. Ryder backs him up against the ropes and shoots him across the ring. Before Black bounces off of the ropes, From the floor, Hunter reaches into the ring and trips him up. Black's face hits the mat hard. Black then gets pulled out to the floor by Hunter, who drives Black hard into the guardrail. A smirk comes across his face as he begins to pound away on Black's chest with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Black, in an effort to defend himself, gets a thumb into Hunter's eye and attempts to blind him---finally getting Hunter to step away just a bit. Black grabs Hunter and hits him with a right hand that sends him stumbling just a bit. Before anything else can happen, Ryder comes running across the ring. He launches himself over the ropes and hits BOTH men with an over the top rope flip dive! Ryder pulls himself back up to his feet and grins, the fans absolutely losing it as they show their support!
Alexander Corvis: Are my eyes and ears deceiving me but do I hear this crowd cheering for Bill Ryder?!
Rose: The lesser of three evils?
Ryder drags Black back up to his feet. He tries to roll Black back into the ring, but before he can, Black throws Ryder hard into the steel steps! Ryder tries to drag himself back up to his feet, though he is clearly feeling the effects of the impact. Black smirks and bounces Ryder's head off of the steps. He then turns around and grabs hold of Hunter. Black rolls him into the ring and then positions himself on the apron. He waits for Hunter to drag himself back up to his feet before trying to springboard into the ring for a crossbody block! Hunter steps out of the way at the last possible second and Black crashes hard onto the mat instead! He tries to bring himself back up to his feet, only to have Hunter bounce off of the ropes and deliver a bulldog instead! Hunter rolls him over and goes for the cover.
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Black just barely manages to kick out!
Hunter looks down at Black and shakes his head. He begins to stomp away on him with absolutely no regard for Black's well-being. Once he feels that he's got Black worn down enough, Hunter drags Black up to his feet. He tries to set him up for an orange crush bomb, but Black manages to block the attempt! He shoves Hunter away from him, and though Hunter quickly manages to close the gap between the two of them, Black leaps into the air and sends Hunter down to the mat with a hurricanrana! Hunter wisely rolls over to the ropes but is nonetheless fairly out of it. Black smirks and tries to focus his attention on where Ryder is, when suddenly, Ryder springboards into the ring and catches Black by surprise with a tornado DDT! The fans go nuts! Ryder hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: That was about as close as it gets!
Ryder lines himself up with Black. He pauses for just a moment before leaping into the air and trying for a standing shooting star press---only to have Black get his knees up at the last possible second! Ryder rolls over in pain. Black drags himself back up to his feet. As Ryder gets to a knee, Black rushes in for We Are The Witches (shining wizard). Just before he executes, Hunter reaches into his trunks, steps forward out of the corner, and throws a white powder into Black's face! Black connects with the knee to Ryder’s face but stumbles about blindly. Hunter quickly covers the barely conscious Ryder.
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...Kevin Hunter!!!
Alexander Corvis: For the second week Kevin Hunter has pinned Bill Ryder!
Rose: I don't know if that'll break Baby Daddy, but it definitely has to sting! I think it’s time we begin a real discussion on if Kevin should be the one competing for the Heavyweight Championship against Oliver Black at Meltdown instead of Baby Daddy!
Alexander Corvis: You may be right, Rose, but for now it’s goodnight from Nashville, Tennessee! Thank you everyone for joining us here on Anarchy! Next stop Meltdown!
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