Post by Deleted on May 8, 2018 18:18:04 GMT -5
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 J.S. Dorton Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina!
Rose: Tonight is going to be off the hook!
Alexander Corvis: We have a big six man tag team contest set to open Anarchy tonight and it's going to be a huge one! The Monstimals, consisting of Keiran Overton, Samuel McPherson, and Lord Raab, have found a rush of momentum lately and have been scraping up win after win and getting revenge in almost every corner of Anarchy as they have made themselves into one of the most feared teams in EHWF once again.
Rose: Tonight they'll take on the unique teaming of Red Dragon, Brooklyn and Kevin Hunter. With anything possible in the upper rungs of Anarchy at the moment, you have to wonder just which one of these six men could reach out and take what they all want?
Alexander Corvis: Chris Crippler picked up a big win last week and will look to do it again this week as he takes on Samson Family enemy and Black Asylum member, Killjoy! Killjoy and Astrid Sedin have had much heat with each other over a plethora of issues so no doubt fellow Samson Family member Chris Crippler is ready to soften Killjoy up and send a message before Bloodbath!
Rose: Killjoy, on the other hand, will not go down that easy and will be looking to send Chris back to Astrid and Mister Samson in defeat! She’s one crazy chick, Alexander!
Alexander Corvis: Last week Brianna Brookes and Jessie Roberts defeated The Mercenary team and sent them packing!
Rose: Like packing for good?
Alexander Corvis: That’s right, Rose. With that defeat, Leather Cordowan and The Mercenary have been released from their respective EHWF contracts!
Rose: We wish them well on their future endeavors…
Alexander Corvis: Anyway Brookes and Roberts have shared a lot through Anarchy and have accomplished a lot together but Brianna Brookes was responsible for taking the Showtime Championship from Jessie Roberts.
Rose: I have to admit that Jessie was a great Showtime Champion and will now get her rematch against Brianna in a big one on one that everyone has been waiting to see!
Alexander Corvis: Brookes competed on both Mayhem and Anarchy last week and dominantly won both matches solidifying herself as a force to be reckoned!
Rose: Yeah but Brooklyn did make a statement by ambushing her last week!
Alexander Corvis: Last week Oliver Black fell off after coming off a dominant defense at the Last Rites pay-per-view. Black, along with Killjoy, was unable to defeat Sedin and Crippler in tag team action and is struggling to keep a hold on the strangle he has on Anarchy! Tonight he'll go one on one with Astrid Sedin in a non-title main event with a lot riding on it!
Rose: Momentum, bragging rights, and a boost heading into Bloodbath will all be up for grabs for the winner of this big main event contest for sure! Who will win? I can’t wait!
Alexander Corvis: The let’s get right into it, Rose!
Patricia Downs: The following contest is a six man tag team match scheduled for ONE FALL!
The arena lights fainting to the pulse of the opening chord, and the on-stage explosion of pyrotechnics preluded the arrival of The Red Haired Menace -- ambling through the cloud of smolder in military-inspired garb - a link of bullets carried over each shoulder, crossing at the make of his chest; multi-functional face mask; printed camouflage cargo pants, belted at the waist; and matching ankle-high combat boots.
"Climb into the ring,
For a battle that you can't win,
Swing as hard as you can swing,
It will still mean nothing,"
For a battle that you can't win,
Swing as hard as you can swing,
It will still mean nothing,"
His pace heightens to a trudge as he maneuvers down the ramp, his sights fixed, unwavering from the ring he'd clamber up; using the top rope for leverage, Brooklyn advances to the apron knee to boot, and enters the ring between the middle rope. His feet mark a trail to the nearest camera which he targets with his index and middle finger, imitating some form of hand gun, his thumb acting as the trigger which he locks back and snaps forward. His theme fading to the jeers of the public.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds and standing at six feet six inches tall….from Cleveland, Ohio...representing the Samson Family….he is Brooklyn!!!!
Alexander Corvis: This man made an extreme impression last Anarchy and you know something, Rose? I think that's going to continue tonight.
Rose: Not with what's in front of him, Alexander. Brooklyn has made it clear that he is in this only for himself. Against a team like the Monstimals, it takes a team, not an individual.
Alexander Corvis: That's a good point.
“Dust” by Tremonti plays as Kevin Hunter makes his way to the ring.
Patricia Downs: And his partner, from Brooklyn, New York... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and standing at a height of six feet five inches...he is the Son of Chaos….Kevin Hunter!!!
Alexander Corvis: One has to wonder what condition Hunter is in tonight after being beaten down post match last week by The Monstimals?
Rose: He can't be feeling too bad cause he’s here tonight!
Alexander Corvis: Yeah, but with the troubles he's had with Raab, that could just be Hunter trying to regain control.
The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. 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. Around his waist is the SAW heavyweight title and on his right, should is the PWI heavyweight title. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he 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 takes the titles off putting them in the corner before leaning against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands waiting on his opponent.
Patricia Downs: And their partner... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds and standing at a height of six feet and two inches... from Parts Unknown...representing the Black Asylum...he is the Minister of Evil...Red Dragon!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Hmmm….
Rose: Nothing to say about Red Dragon, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: Um...he’s a part of the Black Asylum.
Rose: Hehee…
“Monster and Animal I Have Become (mash up)” by Skillet and Three Days Grace play over the sound system as Samuel McPherson, Lord Raab, and Kieran Overton come through the curtain with Henry Losak behind them as they walk side by side together to the ring, ignoring the fans as they step over the top rope together while Henry goes through the middle rope. Raab, Samuel, and Kieran do a holdup in the ring with the fans booing on them as Henry steps out of the ring with Raab, Samuel and Kieran stand in the ring waiting for the match to start.
Patricia Downs: And their opponents...Keiran Overton, Samuel McPherson, and Lord Raab...THEY ARE THE MONSTIMALS!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: That is a lot of beef in the ring right there?
Rose: Pause…
Alexander Corvis: You know what I mean, Rose.
Brooklyn steps toward the center of the ring, simply nodding at his teammates before staring across the ring at the Monstimals. Keiran smirks, stepping out onto the ring apron. Samuel nods his head, stepping forward as Raab steps out, his eyes focused on Kevin Hunter, who stares back at him as well. The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Match #1: The Monstimals (Kieran Overton, Samuel McPherson, and Lord Raab) vs. Red Dragon, Brooklyn, Kevin Hunter
Brooklyn rushes at Samuel, throwing quick right hands into his masked face! Samuel shoves him away, only for Brooklyn to come right back and throw a few more right hands! Samuel shoves him away again and Brooklyn bounces off the ropes, ducking under a clothesline attempt from Samuel. Brooklyn stops in his tracks and leaps up, hitting the turning Samuel with a dropkick that sends him stumbling back! Samuel bounces off the ropes and goes for a vicious forearm that Brooklyn ducks under. Brooklyn bounces off the ropes but Samuel catches him. Raab steps up on the second rope with a foot as Keiran stands on the second turnbuckle, both men pointing to the mat. Samuel rushes forward, hitting Brooklyn with a running powerslam! Brooklyn's body bounces off the mat, his face contorted in pain.
Alexander Corvis: Brooklyn was off to a great start there, but McPherson was able to counter and now it looks like he'll be in the driver seat.
Rose: Brooklyn's a little guy compared to Samuel, who is actually the biggest guy in the match!
Samuel smirks, sauntering up to Brooklyn and rubbing his boot across his face. Brooklyn rolls away, pulling himself up by the ropes. Samuel casually walks up to him, burying a right hand into his gut before shoving him back against the ropes, sending a hard chop right across his chest!
Crowd: WOO!
Brooklyn leans forward, but Samuel shoves him back again, sending another chop into his chest.
Crowd: WOOO!
The Destructive Beast grabs Brooklyn by the arm, sending him across the ring. Hunter hits a blind tag as Brooklyn bounces off the ropes, sliding between Samuel's legs and leaping up before clotheslining Samuel in the back of the head! Hunter is on the top rope and hits a missile dropkick to the face of Samuel, sending the big man to the mat! Raab begins yelling at Samuel as Hunter goes for the cover.
1...
2...
Samuel kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Close call there and you can tell that Lord Raab is not happy that Hunter is in the ring right now.
Rose: He wants Kevin all to himself!
Alexander Corvis: But in a match like this, that's going to be hard.
Raab paces on the apron like a caged animal, his eyes locked on Hunter. The Chaos Son gets up, dropping a knee into Samuel's masked face. Hunter drags Samuel up, kicks him in the gut, and goes for a DDT. Samuel manages to sweep Hunter's legs out and stomps on his abdomen. He then bounces off the ropes and on the return hits a huge legdrop! He pulls Hunter up by his head, hitting a knee to the side of his head before dragging him to the corner and holding a hand out. Raab leans on the ropes, glancing over at Keiran, who nods and tags in.
Alexander Corvis: Looks like Overton was able to convince Raab to let him have a piece!
Samuel holds Hunter's arm up and Keiran sends a hard kick right to Hunter's ribs. Hunter doubles over and Keiran unleashes a flurry of punches and kicks into Hunter's chest, legs, arms, anywhere on his body!
Rose: Keiran is really trying to impress Lord Raab!
Hunter backs up, creating some distance, and Keiran tries to close in. Hunter rushes forward with an elbow, taking Keiran down! Keiran, surprised, bounces up and eats another elbow from Hunter. Keiran bounces up right into a belly to belly suplex that sends him into the corner by Brooklyn and Dragon. Brooklyn sends a kick through the ropes to Keiran's head, which gets a raised eyebrow from Dragon, who shrugs it off after a second. Hunter pulls Keiran up, planting him on the mat with a DDT. He begins to go for the cover, but Dragon holds out his hand. Hunter hesitates, looking at the outstretched hand. Probably against his better judgment, Hunter tags Dragon in.
Alexander Corvis: Here we go!
Rose: Are you really excited to see Red Dragon in the ring?
Keiran gets up right into a forearm smash from Dragon. Keiran stumbles back, coming back with a right hand. Dragon sends a chop into Keiran's chest, then kicks him in the gut, lifting him up and falling back with a suplex. Dragon covers.
1...
2...
Keiran kicks out!
Keiran rolls to his feet, backing up in a corner, only for Dragon to rush toward him. Keiran moves out of the way and Dragon's chest bounces off the turnbuckle. The Minister of Evil stumbles back. Keiran comes up behind him and boots Dragon back into the turnbuckle. Dragon spins around, looking for a clothesline, but Keiran ducks it, running up the turnbuckle and leaping off, hitting Dragon with a huge splash!
Rose: Now THAT is a lot of beef flying through the air!
Alexander Corvis: Amazing dexterity displayed by Overton on that move for sure.
Keiran rolls Dragon over for the cover, but stops, looking over into his corner. Keiran smiles, then crawls over, holding out his hand and Raab tags in.
Alexander Corvis: I knew there was a lot of tension between Raab and Overton within the Monstimals but it seems as if Overton is going out of his way to prove to Raab that he’s down for the team.
Raab sends a hard kick to Dragon’s ribs. Dragon moves to the ropes, trying to regain his composure. Raab sends a hard kick to Dragon's gut, directing him toward the corner. He sends a hard elbow to the side of Dragon's head, then another, then another! Raab shakes his arm, backing off. He moves toward the opposite corner and rushes toward Dragon, looking to crush him with a clothesline, but Dragon hits him with a huge shoulder block!
Raab bounces up, favoring his shoulder, and Dragon bounces off the ropes, going for clothesline! Raab ducks underneath it. Dragon bounces off the ropes again, going for the move again, but Raab cuts him off a vicious European uppercut! Dragon falls to a knee, blood coming out of his mouth. Raab sends a hard kick to Dragon's masked face that sends him to the mat. Raab rotates his shoulder, glancing over at Hunter, who sneers at him. Raab leans down, picking Dragon up and backing him against the ropes. As he whips him across the ring, Brooklyn gets the blind tag. Dragon holds on to the ropes across the ring and Raab advances toward him, but Brooklyn runs into the ring, rolling Raab up!
1...
2...
Raab kicks out, but a split second too late as the referee’s hand hits the mat for three!!!
Rose: Did Lord Raab kick out in time?
Raab gets up, confused, as the bell rings.
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match….the team of Red Dragon, Brooklyn, and Kevin Hunter!
The referee tells Raab Brooklyn was the legal man and ends up eating a big boot for his troubles. Raab turns toward Brooklyn, who is already rolling out of the ring, a huge smile on his face.
Alexander Corvis: OHMIGOSH! Lord Raab has just knocked out the referee in his frustration to being pinned! There has got to be some repercussions for striking an official?!
Rose: I don’t think Lord Raab cares about any of that!
Samuel and Keiran jump off the ring apron as Hunter enters the ring, tackling Raab to the mat! The crowd explodes as both men trade shots. Keiran goes after Brooklyn on the ramp, hitting him from behind! Dragon rolls out of the ring, going toward Samuel, who is pushing Patricia Downs off her chair. Hunter and Raab get to their feet, trading right hands. Samuel folds up the chair, letting out a shrill whistle. Raab shoves Hunter away and looks over just as Samuel throws the chair into the air above the ring. Raab grabs it out of the air and brings it down on Hunter's head in one swift motion! The chair wraps around Hunter's neck as he falls to the mat.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rose: I think Kevin might be dead!
On the ramp, Brooklyn and Keiran fight, neither gaining the upper hand. Dragon gets to Samuel, but Samuel grabs the ring bell and swings it at Dragon's head, causing him to back away to avoid it. Raab rolls out of the ring behind Dragon, kicking him in the back of the knee. Raab wraps his arm around Dragon's neck, nodding at Samuel, who pulls back on the ring bell and runs at Dragon. Suddenly the rapid opening riff of Anthrax's “Potter's Field” is heard and Killjoy and The Misfit run down the ramp.
Alexander Corvis: The Black Asylum with the timely save for Red Dragon!
Rose: It’s the Black Asylum alright but where is Oliver Black? Shouldn’t he be out here with his stablemates?!
Brooklyn shoves Keiran right into them before leaping off the side of the ramp, getting out of harm's way. Raab releases Dragon and turns around, looking at the Black Asylum with wide eyes. Inside the ring, Hunter is up and pulls the chair off from around his neck. He stumbles toward the ropes and sends the chair through the ropes right into Raab's masked face! Raab stumbles, looking to his side and seeing Hunter roll under the ropes. Raab leaps over the guardrail, exiting through the crowd quickly. Samuel and Keiran go through the crowd as well. Dragon gets to his feet, joining Killjoy and The Misfit.
Alexander Corvis: Things were going to get ugly there for a moment. The hatred between these Anarchists is starting to boil over!
Rose: Just a taste of things to come, Alexander. Bloodbath can't come soon enough! Blood is in the water!
Showtime Championship Number One Contendership Match: Keiran Overton vs. Red Dragon
Bad Blood Championship Number One Contendership Match: Samuel McPherson vs. To Be Announced
I Quit Match: Killjoy vs. Astrid Sedin
Heavyweight Championship Number One Contendership Match: Lord Raab vs. Kevin Hunter
Bad Blood Championship Match: Steel Cage Match: Chris Crippler vs Oliver Black
***card subject to change***
Coming in May
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Walking backstage, a perspiring and grinning Brooklyn smugly shoulder pushes a crew member out of his way. The Samson Family member proudly pats the appropriated Showtime Championship title belt slung over his shoulder.
“Hey, Brooklyn, I think you’ve got something that belongs to me?!”
The voice causes Brooklyn to turn around and about thirty feet down the hall stands the rightful owner of the Showtime title, Brianna Brookes. The people in the hallway quickly make a mad dash for cover as they know an impending head on collision is about to happen.
Brooklyn: Well, come get it back then, Ms. Brookes.
He removes the title from his shoulder to dangle it in the air. Brianna lets out a primal scream before rushing toward him. Slightly surprised, Brooklyn returns her primal scream with one of his own before rushing at her in return. As the two meet, Brianna leaps up and connects with a jumping knee strike! The strike knocks a barely conscious Brooklyn back first to the floor. The Showtime belt clanging to the floor not far from him. Brianna lands on her feet and retrieves her title belt. She glances at it and then at Brooklyn.
Brianna Brookes: Next time keep your hands off things don’t belong to you.
With those words, she slings the title over her shoulder, turns, and sashays back down the hallway.
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**Check local listings for broadcast**
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Patricia Downs: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
The lights in the auditorium switch off as "Ultraviolence" by Cliff Lin begins to play over the PA system, as soon as the music kicks in, the spotlights goes around the audience and the stage lights illuminate. Chris Crippler steps out from behind the curtain.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first from Colchester, Essex, England...he weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty-six pounds and stands at a height of five feet eleven inches….representing the Samson Family...he is Chris Crippler!!!!!!!!!!!
He casually strolls down the aisle way, ignoring the fans ringside, stepping up the ring steps to the apron and walking along to the middle. He gazes out at the crowd in attendance with a look of disgust before stepping through the ropes, Chris walks over to the opposite side of the ring, adjusting his wrist tape as he presses his back against the turnbuckles. The referee checks him for foreign objects as his music fades away.
Alexander Corvis: You’ve got to question where Crippler’s mind is at with this match and whether or not Oliver Black and the Bad Blood Championship is on it?
Rose: Even if Oliver is on his mind, he’s got to worry about Killjoy tonight and Killjoy is far from a pushover!
The lights dim and white noise covers the screen and sounds throughout the arena. The white noise continues for a few seconds before drums and guitars kick in from Anthrax's "Potter's Field". Fifteen seconds later, three spotlights converge on the center of the stage. Fire ignites a cross design on the sides of the stage and then rings the spot where the lights are. Inside the circle, Killjoy, rises up through the floor standing with their hands folded in prayer. She stands in prayer for a few seconds as the the fire dies down. Killjoy walks to the ring with an unending stare that just screams out hatred and violence for everyone in sight.
Patricia Downs: And his opponent, from Chandler, Arizona….she weighs in at one hundred and sixty-one pounds and standing at five foot seven inches...representing the Black Asylum...she is Killjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: As Black’s Black Asylum stablemate, you have got to think that Killjoy is going to try and finish what Black started two weeks ago at Anarchy.
Rose: Ha! If you had half a brain or at least a set of eyes, you would know that Oliver wouldn’t want anyone to finish something he’s started!
Alexander Corvis: And you and Black are BFFs now?
Rose: Oh God no....
Chris Crippler stares at Killjoy, who merely stares him back down. Suddenly 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 re-appeared 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.
Alexander Corvis: The Queen of Anarchy has been grateful enough to bless us with her presence. But why is she out here?
Rose: I’m surprised she’s even coming out here to be honest. After the blow up of her relationship with our GM, I’d have thought she’d want to remain scarce.
Alexander Corvis: She’s probably doing it to build heat for her match at Bloodbath against Killjoy.
Rose: That’s still happening?
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”. Astrid and Daveena make their way to the commentator’s table where Astrid grabs a pair of headphones and sits in the spare chair. Killjoy doesn’t look too happy to see Astrid out here.
Astrid Sedin: Hello Alex… Rose.
Alexander Corvis: Welcome to commentary, Ms. Sedin.
Rose: May I ask why are you out here?
Astrid Sedin: Obviously I want to make sure that there’s no shenanigans going on in this match. I have a vested interest.
Rose: Is your match against Killjoy still happening at Bloodbath despite your breakup with Mister Samson?
Alexander Corvis: What kind of question is that, Rose?
Astrid Sedin: I honestly would love to see Killjoy destroyed tonight.
Rose: Shouldn’t you want her at her very best?
Astrid Sedin: I don’t care what state the cow is in… just as long as she can walk into Bloodbath… even if she’s limping.
Alexander Corvis: I would have to agree with Astrid, Rose, Killjoy needs to be brought down to reality that she’s not controlling the way she thinks she is.
DING DING DING!!
Match #2: Chris Crippler vs Killjoy
Crippler and Killjoy simultaneously dive at each other and tie up. Killjoy quickly shoves Crippler backwards. As soon as Crippler gets to his feet, Killjoy clubs Crippler in the stomach and throws him back into the turnbuckle. Killjoy hits Crippler with some more shots to the stomach and then whips him to the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring. Killjoy charges at Crippler who stops leaping up from the turnbuckle and nailing Killjoy with a forearm. Killjoy gets back up and Crippler punches her in the face, knees her in the stomach, and then punches her in the face a second time. Killjoy responds with a knee of her own before clobbering Crippler in the head with an elbow to the face, sending him down to the mat. Killjoy brings Crippler back to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. She knees Crippler in the stomach and plants him with a suplex! Killjoy rolls into a cover.
1…
Crippler with the quick kick out!
Alexander Corvis: Killjoy’s taking control quickly!
Astrid Sedin: Big whoop! She’s just trying to make herself look all big and bad because I’m out here.
Rose: You have to admit, she’s trying to get into Astrid’s head, showing that Chris and the rest of SamFam aren’t as untouchable as they think.
Astrid Sedin: I guess it’s a good thing that I am no long a part of The Samson Family.
Rose: Oh really now?
Killjoy brings Chris Crippler to his feet, pushes him against the ring ropes, and then drills him in the face with a big dropkick. Once back on her feet, Killjoy looks down at Crippler before running against the ropes and dropping an elbow across the chest of the English legend. Killjoy remains on her knees as she grabs Crippler by the head and headbutts him. Killjoy gets up to her feet as the crowd boos. She watches Crippler and waits until he gets to his feet. Killjoy runs at him and goes to take him down with a clothesline, but Crippler ducks and catches Killjoy in the face with a superkick! Killjoy staggers back and bounces off the far ropes. Crippler grips his head for a second before drilling Killjoy in the face with a second superkick, this time sending her down to the mat. Crippler drops down to the mat for a cover when suddenly Oliver Black slowly appears at the top of the stage.
Alexander Corvis: It didn’t take long for Black to make his presence felt!
Crippler gets to his feet, his eyes never breaking contact with Black. The Bad Blood/Heavyweight Champ smirks as Crippler turns around, only to be beheaded with a clothesline from Killjoy!
Rose: And if this keeps up, it won’t take Killjoy long to win this match!
Killjoy brings Crippler up and then throws him into the bottom rung of the turnbuckle. Killjoy puts her boot to Crippler’s throat to choke him. The referee begins the count.
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2…
3….
4…
Cackling, Killjoy removes her boot from around Crippler’s throat. Crippler coughs as he grabs at his throat. Killjoy takes a couple of steps back and runs at Crippler, and knees him in the face, sending Crippler down to the mat. She grabs Crippler’s leg and pulls him out of the turnbuckle, before dropping an elbow across his chest. Killjoy gets to her feet and exchanges a looks and a satisfied smirk with Black. The Nightmare crosses his arms across his chest and remains at the top of the ramp, looking on at the match.
Astrid Sedin: Oh that asshole is trying to steal my idea! He really is as unoriginal as I claimed him to be.
Rose: Maybe he has a vested interest in this match since Chris made a bold claim about the Bad Blood Championship two weeks ago.
Astrid Sedin: YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, ROSE!
Alexander Corvis: Please, Rose, stick to what is going on out there in the ring.
Killjoy turns to Crippler, who is back on his feet, and goes to lift him up in a scoop slam position. However, Crippler manages to slide behind Killjoy and locks her in a sleeperhold. Crippler manages to keep the hold on and brings Killjoy to the mat, wrapping his legs around into a body scissors, with the sleeper hold still on!
Alexander Corvis: Chris Crippler showing that he’s still in this!
Rose: Maybe he should just give up!
Astrid Sedin: Maybe he shouldn’t because I know that he’s stronger than that.
Alexander Corvis: Something tells me giving up is not in this man’s nature.
Astrid Sedin: Exactly!
Rose: Well maybe it should be!
Astrid Sedin: Shut up you idiot!
Killjoy struggles to get out of the hold and manages to roll over so that she’s on top of Crippler. Killjoy nails Crippler with several back elbows, causing him to release the sleeperhold and body scissors. Killjoy grips her throat as she gets back to his feet while Crippler rises, staring at Killjoy. Killjoy turns around and Crippler goes for a clothesline, but Killjoy shifts the momentum and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Astrid Sedin: Oh I hate backbreakers!
Rose: That one looks like it had to hurt!
Alexander Corvis: Killjoy is coming out here hitting some big power moves, you have to admit that you’re a bit concerned, Sedin.
Astrid Sedin: Eh, not really. It’s Killjoy… she couldn’t get the job done two weeks ago so I doubt it will happen this week.
Crippler nearly yells out in pain as Killjoy glares down at Crippler. Killjoy makes her way over to a turnbuckle and begins removing the top turnbuckle padding. The referee admonishes her but Killjoy flexes at him causing the referee to flinch and stumble back.
Astrid Sedin: Oh hell no! Get control of the match, ref!
Alexander Corvis: It looks like she’s going to try and win this match by any means necessary.
Rose: Which you have to admit… is a bit of a desperation move.
Astrid Sedin: She is desperate. She’s a salty, thirsty bitch who needs to have her head banged in.
Killjoy removes the turnbuckle padding and tosses it out the ring. She then turns around to go back to Crippler, when Crippler hits Killjoy with a savate kick! The force of the blow propels Killjoy’s head into the exposed top turnbuckle! Killjoy’s body swivels back around and Crippler quickly grabs her and locks in his Crippled Nightmares (dragon sleeper with legs locked around arched back)!
Alexander Corvis: Crippler has his Crippled Nightmares locked on Killjoy!
Crippler has the hold locked in tight. Killjoy initially struggles, but Crippler has the hold clamped in. Killjoy eventually stops struggling and moving altogether. The referee sees this and calls for the bell!
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner...Chris Crippler!
Alexander Corvis: Killjoy’s plan backfired big time and Crippler was able to snag a win out of nowhere!
Rose: Why in the hell didn’t Oliver do something to save Killjoy the lost?!
Alexander Corvis: That is the same question we asked last Anarchy when Killjoy hesitated to tag in Black! There really must be some kind of problems in the Black Asylum!
Rose: Where are you going, Astrid?
Without saying a word, Astrid removes the headphones and slides into the ring as Crippler releases the hold on Killjoy as the crowd shows their appreciation. Crippler gets back to his feet and locks eyes with Black, who claps slowly, seemingly applauding Crippler’s win. Crippler snarls at Black before sliding under the ring ropes and running up the ramp, chasing after Black.
Alexander Corvis: It has been made official that Crippler and Black will face off for the Bad Blood Championship at Bloodbath!
Rose: BUT LOOK AT ASTRID!
Black turns and walks backstage. Crippler gives chase to him as the crowd cheers loudly! Astrid starts pounding away on Killjoy, beating her down like she had done to Astrid weeks ago. Killjoy tries to fight back but she can only get her hands up to defend herself.
Alexander Corvis: Sedin is like a woman possessed in there!
Rose: I think Astrid needs to be suspended! Her conduct as a guest commentator was appalling!
Officials rush to the ring to break them up. Both women screaming and yelling fighting to get each other.
Alexander Corvis: The war between Killjoy and Astrid Sedin will finally come to an end at Bloodbath in an I Quit match and you can best believe that there will be no love lost!
---Backstage---
Anarchy was in full effect easily signified by the roar of the crowd imminenting from the arena area. Backstage, EHWF employees scampered here and fro tending to unknown tasks required to maintain a production such as the green brand. One such employee was Butterscotch Monroe. The backstage journalist, dressed in a white button-up blouse, olive skirt drawn a quarter of an inch above her knee, and five inch heels, was standing in front of the closed door of the office assigned to the General Manager.
Butterscotch Monroe: Here goes nothing.
Exhaling heavily, Butterscotch knocks two solid thumps. From behind the door the voice of the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire can be heard.
“Come on in…”
Butterscotch opens the door before entering with a smile. Inside, sitting behind a desk, chewing on the end of an unlit cigar is Joshua Samson, Esquire. Looking up from the laptop he is viewing, he returns the smile to one of his oldest friends.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: What’s up, Butterscotch? We didn’t have an interview session scheduled did we?
Butterscotch Monroe: I know that Joshua, but I wanted to see how you were doing. I have heard about your relationship coming to an end this week and I wanted to make sure you were alright. We’ve known each other for quite some time and I wanted to tell you that if you need to talk, I am here.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m fine, Bee. You know me. This isn’t nothing but a small bump in the long glorious road that is my life.
Butterscotch Monroe: You see, I don’t really think that’s the case. I’m feeling like you’re trying to cover something up… like maybe you still love her? Is that why you’re wearing her ring on your pinkie?
Joshua glances down to his hand and sure enough resting snug upon his pinkie finger is a platinum engagement band. He quickly removes his hand from sight.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Oh...that? It was left on my desk by some “unknown person.”
He grimaces at the thought of the unknown person in question.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m just keeping it on finger for safekeeping so when I get back to L.A. I can return it and get all my damn money back.
Butterscotch Monroe: Come on Joshua, everyone knows that it was Astrid’s and that she left it there. She was seen sneaking around earlier today even though it was evident that she was trying hard not to. You cannot tell me that you’re not sad that she did that?
Joshua Samson, Esquire: This sure sounds like an interview by the backstage journalist and not a simple inquiry by an old dear friend, Bee.
Butterscotch folds her arms across her chest, glaring at Joshua.
Butterscotch Monroe: Look, I’m just trying to find out the facts. I know you better than anyone here and you can’t be over her this quickly. And as much as it pains me to say this because let’s be honest, I don’t really like Astrid and I think she’s too young for you… I think that you need her more than you think you want to admit.
Joshua leans back in his chair, chewing on the cigar, seemingly contemplating the words of a woman he has known for nearly two decades.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Really? I need her? It seems you’re not the only person that wants to spew that opinion.
Butterscotch Monroe: You might not want to admit it to yourself right now because you’re still pissed off… but it’s the truth. You’ve been a completely different man since she entered into your life… you seem happier amongst other things. You can’t go and tell me that you’re giving up this easily because the Joshua Samson that I know wouldn’t, he would fight for her.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: But like you said, Bee, she’s so damn young. What was I thinking I was going to get out of this other than some good sex? She’s a goddamn baby compared to my old ass.
Butterscotch Monroe: People like what they like… and to me, sex is only the cherry on top of things. I’ve seen the way you smile when you would be around her, a happy man who would do anything to put a smile on her face… except going to Disneyland Paris with her and instead sending a now fired employee. You were thinking that maybe she was the one person to help you get over Kelli once and for all, forgetting about the years of pain and torment that crazy bitch caused you. Sure, she’s fourteen years younger than you… but age is just a number. You’ve always had a young soul.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: She’s an immature brat that has no adult communication and is spoiled beyond belief…
Butterscotch Monroe: YOU SPOILED HER! I don’t know of any other representative that would have bought their client a luxury SUV for their birthday and fly them first class, staying in five star hotels.
Butterscotch shakes her head.
Butterscotch Monroe: You guys were raised totally different from one another. You were raised by two military parents that loved you while she was raised by two parents that couldn’t care less about her. Don’t you think if you were shipped off to boarding school at thirteen that you’d have a bit of a wall put up? Hell, on Twitter she’s said she’s only ever dated two men and loved one. You’re the only man she’s ever loved Joshua! Stop being such an idiot and fix things! Fight like a man and not give up like a little boy!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: But…but…
Joshua fidgets with the engagement ring as he looks to the ceiling searching for a rebuttal to Butterscotch’s word.
Butterscotch Monroe: You wouldn’t be twirling that beautiful ring around if you didn't care about her. Besides, the proposal attempt, when you got so nervous you puked, that was the realest I’ve ever seen you. There was so much emotion in your words that honestly, I was hoping she’d say yes. Come on Joshua…
He looks at her, chewing more vigorously on the cigar.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: It doesn’t matter anymore, Bee. It’s all over. It’s all out of my hands.
Butterscotch Monroe: It is still in your hands Josh! All you have to do is talk to the girl. I know she’s hurting too and probably didn’t want to let you go. But judging by what happened on Twitter, she’s got the right to be mad because you really didn’t give her a chance. All she wanted was to talk to you to give her side of the story but you jumped down her throat!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: It was warranted. Her flying off the handle on a twenty year old girl, Jazmin of all people, was the last straw. I don’t want to discuss this anymore, Bee. Astrid has washed her hands of this relationship and so have I. It’s over.
Butterscotch Monroe: Stop lying Joshua! Most of all stop lying to yourself. You don’t know that she’s washed her hands of you, maybe looking at the ring was making her hurt more and that’s why she gave it back. Plus, it is California law that she gives back the ring. But there’s a chance there where it can be fixed. Like I said… fight like a man! Get her back!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Just let it go, Bee. Now if there is nothing else, I need to get back to work and I’m sure of one the Anarchist needs to be interviewed?
Butterscotch Monroe: You’re a stubborn old fool you know that? And there’s an emphasis on the FOOL.
Butterscotch gets up to her feet and stomps her way out of the room. Joshua flinches as she slams the door behind her. Raising his hand to his face, he sadly stares at the ring on his finger before the scene fades out.
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Patricia Downs: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the Showtime Championship!
With Mama Said Knock You Out playing in the background Jessie walks out onto the stage and starts to bounce around trying to get loose. She waited for a few moments before she walked down and slaps hands with a few fans as she does this before she stops at the steps slapping the top of them before getting in the ring. She then get in and bounces around then if she is out on her own look at the entrance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, the challenger from Iowa City, Iowa...weighing in at one hundred and forty-eight pounds and standing at five foot ten inches tall...she is the Hawkeye Warrior...Jessie Roberts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rose: Jessie is looking to re-claim her EHWF Showtime Championship here tonight and she is radiating confidence.
Alexander Corvis: She is going to have one heck of a challenge ahead of her though. Brookes has attacked Leather after their tag match last week and it’s all in retaliation from Brooklyn’s attack on her.
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 in the ring now....from Melbourne, Australia...weighing in at one hundred and thirty-three pounds and standing at five feet five inches...she is the current, reigning, and defending Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….she is Brianna Brookes!!!!!!!!!
Rose: Brianna is looking to prove to everyone that she’s no fluke champion.
Alexander Corvis: And after the brutal attack on the last Anarchy, Brookes is going to have to keep one eye on Roberts and one if Brooklyn makes an appearance again.
Rose: You’d have to think he is after Brianna attacked him earlier after his match.
The referee looks at both women to make sure they are ready. Both women nod, though Jessie seems a little more tentative than Brianna does. The referee then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
Match #3: EHWF Showtime Championship Match: Jessie Roberts vs Brianna Brookes
Rose: You can almost cut the tension between these two women with a knife!
Alexander Corvis: That’s putting it lightly. Brookes is not happy with how things happened so she’s looking to send a message to Brooklyn and everyone else!
Both women cautiously approach the center of the ring and begin to circle around one another, patiently waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, Brianna and Jessie both grapple up with one another, struggling for the advantage. Brianna is the one who is ultimately able to gain it, immediately transitioning Jessie into a side headlock. She starts to apply pressure in hopes of wearing Jessie down. Jessie is quick to fight her way out of the hold with a series of elbow shots. She shoves Brianna away. Brianna stumbles a few steps before regaining her balance. Brianna turns around just in time to have Jessie charge at her and connect with a forearm smash! Brianna staggers a bit, but nonetheless regains her balance and tries to grab Jessie once again. Unfortunately for her, Jessie seems to be ready, leaping into the air and catching Brianna with a dropkick!
Rose: Impressive moves here by Jessie. I guess she really does want her title back.
Alexander Corvis: But if she’s going to defeat Brookes, she’s going to have to pull out something more impressive.
Brianna tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Jessie responds by quickly grabbing her and wrestling the Showtime Champ into a front facelock. She applies pressure for a few moments in an effort to wear Brianna down. Brianna responds by attempting to fight her way out of the hold. Jessie notices an opening and quickly transitions to an armwrench. She starts applying pressure to the right arm of Brianna, though before she can really get the hold locked in, Brianna manages to shove Jessie away. Jessie stumbles a few steps before regaining her balance. Brianna tries to close the gap between the two of them, but Jessie once again leaps into the air, this time catching Brianna with a hurricanrana that she transitions into a pin attempt.
1…
2…
Brianna kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Brookes isn’t looking too good, I’ll be the first one to admit it. It looks like Brooklyn’s actions last Anarchy have gotten to her.
Rose: I will agree with you… this is very uncharacteristic of Brianna right now. Maybe she has listened to Rissi chastising her about attacking people when unprovoked.
Alexander Corvis: She just went after the wrong person.
Brianna staggers back up to her feet. Jessie quickly closes the gap and uses her forearms to continue wearing Brianna down even further. She pulls Brianna in toward and tries to set Brianna up for a vertical suplex. Though Jessie successfully gets her into position, Brianna is able to block the attempt. Jessie tries to lift Brianna into the air once again. Not only does Brianna successfully block the second attempt, but she manages to lift Jessie into the air. Brianna dumps Jessie onto the ropes with a front suplex! Jessie hangs on the ropes for just a moment before falling hard to the mat. She tries to stagger back up to her feet, but Brianna charges at with a big European uppercut! Jessie stumbles around trying to recover, but is unable to before Brianna grabs drops her with a dropkick! Brianna then covers.
1…
2…
Jessie kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: There's been a lot of good wrestling in the early-going of this one!
Rose: But one of these women is going to have to do a bit more than give it a decent effort if they expect to actually win!
The fans start to clap as Brianna waits for Jessie to start pulling herself back up to her feet. Once Jessie is almost up, Brianna steps toward her and begins to nail Jessie with a series of hard kicks. Each kick sends Jessie staggering just a bit. Once she is barely able to hold herself upright, Brianna smirks and decides that she's going to lift the challenger into the air. She puts Jessie on her shoulders and begins to walk around the ring as she tries to send Jessie to the mat with a muscle buster!
Jessie manages to free herself from Brianna's grasp just before she can be sent to the mat. She waits for Brianna to turn around. When Brianna does, Jessie kicks her in the ribs and then plants her on the mat with a DDT! Jessie rolls Brianna over and covers.
1…
2…
Brianna kicks out!
Rose: I’m not going to lie, I’m liking the back and forth action going on here. One of these ladies is going to have to come up with something soon though.
Alexander Corvis: I think that Jessie might be edging Brookes out as much as it pains me to say that.
Brianna wisely rolls over to the ropes to try and bring herself back up to her feet. Jessie waits until Brianna is standing before charging. Brianna just barely manages to catch Jessie off guard by stepping forward and nailing her in the mouth with a mafia kick!
Crowd: OOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
Jessie drops to the mat from the impact. Brianna immediately locks in a kimura! She pulls on the arm to try and get Jessie to tap. Jessie surprises Brianna by rolling out of the attempt and instead locking the champ into her Snap Crackle Pop (Fujiwara armbar)!
Alexander Corvis: How did Roberts do that?!
Rose: I have no idea… I don’t think anybody expected that out of her!
Brianna's eyes go wide with pain. She desperately tries to position her body so that she can grab hold of the ropes, though it's obvious that she is getting closer and closer to tapping. As she continues to try and fight to escape the hold, the fans that had previously been cheering begin to boo. Before either woman in the ring can figure out why, Brooklyn steps over the guardrail.
Rose: Looks like Brooklyn is out here to get some revenge from earlier tonight!
Brooklyn delivers a brass knuckles assisted punch through the ropes, not to Brianna but to Jessie. The impact of the strike knocks Jessie out cold!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Alexander Corvis: I knew that Brooklyn was going to pull something like this today. He wants to show everyone that he’s back and what a way by interfering in this match.
Rose: Did Brooklyn just save Brianna?!
The referee immediately calls for the bell.
Patricia Downs: Due to interference, the winner of this match and and still the Showtime Champion….Brianna Brookes!!!!!!!
The crowd boos the official ruling. Smirking, Brooklyn calmly walks to the back. Brianna holds her arm and looks beyond pissed watching her newest rival.
Alexander Corvis: Brooklyn sure isn’t holding anything back since his return. Taking out both Jessie and Brianna… that’s got to send a message to the guys in the back.
Rose: I think it would be quite foolish if they didn’t acknowledge the things that he’s doing. I think he needs to be punished.
Alexander Corvis: I’m getting word that the guys in the back have received the message and it has been made official that at Bloodbath, Brookes will be defending her Showtime Championship against Brooklyn!
Showtime Championship Number One Contendership Match: Keiran Overton vs. Red Dragon
Bad Blood Championship Number One Contendership Match: Samuel McPherson vs. Jessie Roberts
I Quit Match: Killjoy vs. Astrid Sedin
Heavyweight Championship Number One Contendership Match: Lord Raab vs. Kevin Hunter
Showtime Championship Match: Brooklyn vs. Brianna Brookes
Bad Blood Championship Match: Steel Cage Match: Chris Crippler vs Oliver Black
***card subject to change***
Coming in May
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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 re-appeared 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.
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.
Patricia Downs: The following match is the Anarchy Main Event scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from West Chester, Pennsylvania....weighing in at one hundred and one pounds and standing at five feet....representing the Samson Family….she is the Queen of Anarchy…..Astrid Sedin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Considering the rivalry between the Samson Family and the Black Asylum…
Rose: You almost get the feeling that this match won't be...a simple, straightforward match…
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 Asylum" 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 trademark 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 sinister 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 turnbuckles, 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 her opponent...from London, England...weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds and standing at five feet ten inches….he is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Bad Blood Champion AND the Heavyweight Champion...he is The Nightmare...Oliver Black!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: There are rumors circulating that the pressure of being a dual champion has really started to wear on this young man.
Rose: I’d have to think so. With Chris Crippler gunning for the Bad Blood title on top of Kevin Hunter and Lord Raab scrambling for the Heavyweight title, I’m amazed Oliver has kept it together this long!
Astrid continues to pace around the ring, looking like she is itching to hit anything.
Rose: Astrid has a look on her face that we haven’t seen for weeks now. Makes me fear for Oliver Black.
Alexander Corvis: She’s been saying for weeks that she’s focused on becoming EHWF Heavyweight Champion and this past week, she’s been even more focused.
Rose: If she wins here tonight, beating Oliver Black for a second time in a row, it would definitely put her name in the running.
DING DING DING!!
Main Event: EHWF Heavyweight Championship Non-Title Match: Astrid Sedin vs Oliver Black
As soon as the bell rings, Astrid practically sprints across the ring and begins to hit Black in the mouth with a series of hard right hands. Black tries to fight back, and even though the two Anarchists manage to exchange blows with one another, it is clear that Astrid is in control of the brawl. Astrid successfully knocks Black back against the ropes. She blasts Black in the mouth with a forearm smash and then a second. Black rests against the ropes for just a moment, which gives Astrid the opening she needs to shoot the Black Asylum member across the ring. Astrid steps toward the center of the ring to meet Black and takes him down to the mat with a dropkick! Black wisely creates some space between himself and Astrid before making it back up to his feet. Astrid refuses to give Black much space to work with.
Rose: I am not going to lie… Astrid is looking better than I’ve seen her in… well perhaps ever. It’s like a whole different side of her is coming out.
Alexander Corvis: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Rose, and after the implosion of her relationship with our general manager, she’s out to show everyone that she doesn’t need Joshua Samson to get things done.
Black tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Astrid runs across the ring and hits Black in the mouth with a hard elbow shot. Groggily, Black pulls himself away from Astrid in hopes of creating enough space between the two of them to allow him to recover. Astrid closes the gap and grabs Black. Oliver responds by shoving Astrid away. Astrid stumbles just a step before recovering—allowing Black to step forward and hit her with a European uppercut! Black follows it up with a second. Black bounces off of the ropes to strike Astrid once again—only to have Astrid step forward and lift Black into the air for a flapjack! Black's face bounces off of the mat before he tries to pull himself back up to his feet once again.
Alexander Corvis: Black looked like he was beginning to fight his way back into this one, but…
Rose: This is the most fired up we've seen Astrid in quite some time!
Alexander Corvis: Astrid’s out to prove to everyone that she’s capable of being in the spotlight. And she’s been quite impressive thus far.
Black uses the ropes to speed the process up a bit. Once he is standing, Astrid wastes no time in trying to strike again—this time charging at Black and attempting to send him to the floor with a lunging clothesline! Black gets a foot in the air, kicking Astrid in the jaw, and sending her staggering back. Astrid once again tries to charge at Black but the Champ connects with a second kick! This time, Black wisely runs at Astrid and drives his knee hard into her ribs. Astrid doubles over in pain, allowing Black to pull Astrid in. Black lifts Astrid into the air and slams her down to the mat with a butterfly suplex! Astrid wisely rolls out of the way to keep Black from going for the cover.
Alexander Corvis: A few more suplexes like that and I have a feeling that we'll be looking at a completely different match.
Rose: You act like Astrid's going to let Oliver just throw her around! When she gets back up to her feet, Oliver's going to be in a lot of trouble!
Once Astrid is nearly back on her feet, Black charges and hits Astrid with a knee trembler! The impact of the collision sends Astrid stumbling around. Black grabs and pulls Astrid in, delivering a swinging neckbreaker! He then goes for the cover.
1…
2...
Astrid kicks out just in time!
Alexander Corvis: So close!
Black tries to lock Astrid into a front facelock so that he can begin to wear her down even further. Astrid manages to gain just enough leverage to shove Black back against the nearest turnbuckle. Astrid uses her shoulder to drive Black into the turnbuckle a second time for good measure. She then finally sets Black up near the ropes and dumps Black out to the floor with a clothesline! Black hits the floor hard, but is quick to pull himself back up to his feet! Unfortunately for him, a fired-up Astrid comes through the ropes with a suicide dive just seconds later. Both Anarchists hit the floor!
Alexander Corvis: Sedin’s literally not holding anything back. She’s both determined and desperate, even putting her own body on the line to get what she wants.
Rose: Both Oliver and Astrid are out here to prove a point and they’re putting it all out there. Which in a way is good for us!
Astrid pulls herself back up to her feet, Black doing the same just a little bit over. Black gets ready to refocus his attention on Astrid when suddenly Killjoy appears at the top of the ramp with a spike in her hand. She smirks as she walks down to the ring, her eyes locked on both of the Anarchists at ringside.
Rose: After suffering an attack at Astrid’s hands after her match earlier tonight, Killjoy looks like she wants some retribution.
Alexander Corvis: I honestly don’t know if that would be wise on her behalf. Sedin’s on quite the tear.
Astrid looks like she is just seconds away from charging up the ramp, when suddenly, Chris Crippler comes charging out from the back. Killjoy turns around to see what is going on. Crippler kicks her in the gut and nails her with his Crippler DDT (modified evenflow DDT) right on the rampway! Killjoy hits the floor hard and Astrid smirks.
Rose: Samson Family to the rescue. Though… didn’t Astrid say she was no longer a part of the group?
Alexander Corvis: Maybe but then again maybe not. The three main members of the group vowed to always have the other ones backs regardless.
Rose: Right, and it’s been Chris Crippler and Astrid Sedin alone since Bill Ryder got put on the shelf by Oliver Black.
At the same time Kevin Hunter hops the guardrail and positions himself behind Black. The Son of Chaos taps him on the shoulder to get him to turn around and then connects with Buried Alive (jumping cutter)!
Rose: And of course, Kevin Hunter has to go and stick his nose in where it doesn't belong. Why doesn’t that surprise me? I’m also surprised that he can still walk after being drilled in the head with a steel chair earlier tonight.
Alexander Corvis: Kevin Hunter, like Sedin, has been very vocal about his championship aspirations and it looks like he wants to make sure that everyone knows that he’s not stopping.
Rose: But he lost to Oliver Black at the last pay per view. That should mean he goes to the back of the line.
Kevin grabs Black and moves to lock in Horse Collar (over the shoulder single leg Boston crab)! He barely has the hold applied before Lord Raab charges down the ramp.
Rose: Why am I not surprised that Lord Raab is coming out here. After losing two times in a row at the hands of Kevin Hunter, and the mess that came after that match, he’s got some real balls coming out here.
Alexander Corvis: It was confirmed earlier that both Lord Raab and Kevin Hunter will be wrestling at Bloodbath to see who will be the Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Championshipship!
Rose: One on one, Astrid could take each man down. She’s been ignored for far too long. Heck, she’s beaten the both of them in that triple threat a few months back! Clearly she is the most deserving with my baby daddy being out.
Hunter notices just in time and releases the hold on Black. He hops back over the guardrail, hightailing out of there. The fans boo but then stop when they notice that the Masked German Monster is staring down at Black.
Rose: I think this is going to turn into a clusterfuck and that’s quite a disappointment. It was going so good up until then.
Alexander Corvis: The fans are getting cheated and a treat at the same time. I have to admit there’s a lot of talent out here right now.
Before anything else can possibly happen, Bill Ryder bolts down the ramp and in one swift motion connects with his Ryde of Your Life (superkick) to the chin of Lord Raab. The crowd explodes in cheers.
Rose: He’s back! After weeks of being away with a knee injury from the hands of Oliver Black, Bill Ryder has made his return and is going right after Lord Raab!
Alexander Corvis: I knew that he was backstage and had a talk with Astrid Sedin earlier, but I didn’t think he would be coming out here.
Rose: He is close friends with Astrid and maybe he’s out here to help a “sister” out?
Unnoticed through all the commotion, Astrid slides out of the other side of the ring and makes her way to the downed Black. She pulls him up, shoves him into the ring, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. A groggy Heavyweight Champion staggers to his feet and turns right into Astrid’s Flippin’ Out (diving somersault seated senton)!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Alexander Corvis: WHERE IN THE WORLD DID ASTRID SEDIN COME FROM?! IN ALL THE CONFUSION I COMPLETELY LOST TRACK OF HER!
Astrid quickly crawls over to make the cover.
1…
2…
3!!
Rose: Astrid did it! She defeated Oliver Black! After nearly everyone involved in the Heavyweight Championship title chase got involved, Astrid pulled it out!
Alexander Corvis: What an incredible night of Anarchy wrestling! I’m Alexander Corvis and on behalf of Rose we’ll see everyone in two weeks at Bloodbath!
Showtime Championship Number One Contendership Match: Keiran Samuel vs. Red Dragon
Bad Blood Championship Number One Contendership Match: Samuel McPherson vs. Jessie Roberts
I Quit Match: Killjoy vs. Astrid Sedin
Heavyweight Championship Number One Contendership Match: Lord Raab vs. Kevin Hunter vs. Bill Ryder
Showtime Championship Match: Brooklyn vs. Brianna Brookes
Bad Blood Championship Match: Steel Cage Match: Chris Crippler vs Oliver Black
***card subject to change***
Coming in May
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