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EHWF and Little Caesars
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Rose: Welcome everyone to the Anarchy exclusive pay per view, Bloodbath!
Alexander Corvis: We are live from the Little Caesars Arena in Detroit, Michigan!
Rose: Tonight I’m expecting there to be the show’s namesake in a few of these matches.
Alexander Corvis: Starting off the night, we have our first Number One Contendership match. Kieran Overton of The Monstimals against Red Dragon of The Black Asylum where the winner will walk away with a shot towards the EHWF Showtime Championship. And it’s safe to say that there is no love lost here.
Rose: It is going to be interesting to see how things will go considering that The Black Asylum kicked out The Monstimals in favor of Red Dragon and Killjoy. You have to wonder what Kieran is going to be planning walking into this. Add in the fact that he’s been pretty vocal about his intentions on Twitter and you can tell he’s out for blood.
Alexander Corvis: In fact, all three members of The Monstimals are involved in matches with ties to championship titles. Samuel McPherson is going to have the chance to challenge for the Bad Blood Championship, but he’s going to have to get through Jessie Roberts to do so.
Rose: The Monstiamals are looking to cement some form of dominance here on Anarchy and what better way than to position themselves as challengers for two titles while holding another one. But Jessie Roberts isn’t going to be easy for Samuel because she too is going to be looking to holding gold again.
Alexander Corvis: And the winner will go on to face either Chris Crippler or Oliver Black.
Rose: I think the match that everyone is anxious to see is the “I Quit” match between Killjoy and the self-proclaimed Queen of Anarchy herself… Astrid Sedin. I honestly thought that the match would be cancelled after the break up of Astrid and our esteemed general manager.
Alexander Corvis: Killjoy has been a strain on Sedin’s life physically and mentally… do you honestly think she’d let this go away. So she won’t be walking away at the side of Mister Samson, but that doesn’t mean she’s not going to want the win to further her aspirations of becoming Heavyweight Champion.
Rose: And while I get that… I just thought she only involved herself in situations where she would benefit from it. You have to wonder if Mister Samson is going to be keeping a close eye on this match considering two of his exes are involved in this match where his job and home are on the line.
Alexander Corvis: Of course he is… everything he’s ever worked for is on the line. And I know that Sedin is going be paying close attention to the Heavyweight Contender Triple Threat match, especially since her good friend “The Sovereign King” Bill Ryder is going to be in it.
Rose: Look, my baby daddy isn’t going to have an easy go of things and honestly, I really would like to see someone other than him walk out with that title shot. He’s the most undeserving of the three. Hell… Astrid is more deserving than he is.
Alexander Corvis: Kevin Hunter and Lord Raab are surely going to make things difficult for him. This will be his first match back and those two are going to target that injury that’s kept him out for a little bit. I know this was supposed to be a rematch, but Bill Ryder hasn’t even gotten his title rematch yet.
Rose: I don’t care if he has or hasn’t, Raab and Hunter shouldn’t have to deal with this bull malarkey.
Alexander Corvis: Well in our first title match of the night, we are going to see if Brooklyn can dethrone Brianna Brookes to become the new Showtime Champion. After weeks of attacks, Brooklyn is looking to secure the first belt for The Samson Family since Astrid Sedin threw the Challenge Championships into the crowd a couple months ago.
Rose: Brianna has been on a tear since coming to EHWF and as the ally of Michael Rissi, the only one on Anarchy as a matter of fact, she’s looking to show that The Samson Family don’t run things on Anarchy. She’s even taken up the Angel of Anarchy nickname, further trying to show that she’s better.
Alexander Corvis: But Brooklyn has a new attitude and he might be the one to stop her mission of cleaning up Anarchy. He’s a big, tough dude and he joined SamFam for a reason. Could he perhaps be the one to give Brookes her first loss?
Rose: Perhaps he will. Brooklyn has been focused since returning to Anarchy a few weeks ago. I don’t know if he’s going to be able to be stopped.
Alexander Corvis: And in our main event of the evening, we will see the HIGHLY anticipated match for the Bad Blood Championship between the challenger Chris Crippler and the champion Oliver Black.
Rose: The bad blood has been brewing between their respective factions for months, starting right around the time that The Samson Family was named Stable of the Year.
Alexander Corvis: These two men are surely going to be giving it their all. Black is going to be wanting to prove why he’s been champion all this time and Crippler is going to want to show the world that Black’s time is up.
Rose: This is going to be so great! I can’t wait until we get started, Alexander!
Alexander Corvis: Then by all means, let’s get this Bloodbath pay-per-view on the way!
Rose: Yesssss!
Alexander Corvis: This first one could be ugly, Rose.
Patricia Downs: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is to decide the Number One Contender to the Showtime Championship!!!
“Beast” by Puppy plays over the sound system as there's massive amount of boos when Kieran Overton walks out as he screams on top of his lungs with his hands in the air on top of the ramp, wearing shorts, shirt, and boots before walking down as he ignores each one of the fans before he goes up the steps and goes over the top rope and places his hand on his left arm, basically not giving a damn about them before he turns to anger, while he goes to sit in the corner, waiting for his opponent to come to the ring.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada…. weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds and standing at six feet two inches...representing The Monstimals...he is the Destructive Beast...Kieran Overton!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: He's always a scary sight…
Rose: And yet, he might actually be less intimidating than his opponent!
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 his opponent--
Suddenly Kieran charges across the ring and immediately kicks Dragon in the mouth with a running boot!
DING DING DING!!
Match #1: Showtime Championship Number Contender Match: Keiran Overton vs. Red Dragon
Dragon falls back through the ropes and crashes to the floor. Kieran steps out of the ring and glares at him. Dragon begins to pull himself back up to his feet. Kieran pounds away on him with a series of strikes. Dragon begins to fight back with a few right hands of his own--the two men brawling on the floor much to the delight of the Detroit fans!
Alexander Corvis: This one wasted absolutely no time in getting started.
Rose: This is already everything that I hoped it would be!
The two Anarchist battle back and forth across the floor. Dragon finally seems as though he is beginning to gain control of the situation by knocking Kieran back against the guardrail. Kieran uses the guardrail to hold himself upright. Dragon backs up a few steps before running forward! He gets ready to strike and send Kieran into the crowd, only to have the Destructive Beast lift him into the air and send him crashing into the front row! Dragon tries to pull himself back up to his feet with some fans helping him out. Kieran grabs Dragon by the throat and begins to choke the life out of him. Dragon tries to fight his way out of Kieran's grasp, but Kieran laughs. He lifts Dragon high into the air and slams him onto the floor with a chokeslam!
Alexander Corvis: In case you didn't know watching at home...that floor is a lot harder than the ring.
Rose: Two of those in a row will do a number on you!
Dragon is much slower to begin moving this time around. Kieran glares down at him before turning to try and find a weapon to use. Dragon slowly begins to stir and drag himself back up to his feet. Once he's standing, he turns around to face Kieran--only to have the steel steps LAUNCHED at his head! The steps connects perfectly and sends Dragon crashing back down to the floor! The fans can only cheer for the show of strength. Kieran grabs the steel steps and holds them over Dragon. Before Dragon can drag himself back up to his feet, Kieran slams the steps down onto his right ankle!
Crowd: OHHHHH!!!!!!
Dragon laughs hysterically. Kieran grows annoyed by this fact and slams the steps onto Dragon's ankle a second time! Despite the fact that Dragon's body language suggests that he's in a great deal of pain, he nonetheless continues to laugh.
Alexander Corvis: There is NO WAY that Red Dragon is going to be able to continue after that attack upon his ankle!
Rose: And yet, he's laughing!
Alexander Corvis: No one said that Red Dragon makes sense…
Kieran drags the masked man into the ring, his face reflecting his continued annoyance with the situation. He pushes Dragon’s head in between his legs and drops him with a flipping piledriver he calls the Destructive Driver! Kieran then covers Dragon.
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...and the new Number One Contender for the Showtime Championship...Kieran Overton!!!
Alexander Corvis: That was…
Rose: Not what you normally see people do to Red Dragon!
Kieran stands over Dragon and smirks. He reaches down and grabs hold of Dragon's mask.
Rose: Is Keiran trying to de-mask Red Dragon?
Alexander Corvis: As any wrestling fan knows, removing a wrestler’s mask is the height of disrespect!
Dragon is unable to fight back as Kieran rips the mask off of Dragon's face! The fans gasp, but before a face can be revealed to the world, the arena lights go black. When they come back on after a second or two, Dragon is gone from the ring, leaving just Kieran and Dragon's mask in the ring.
Rose: WHERE IN THE HELL DID RED DRAGON DISAPPEAR TO?!
Kieran doesn't seem to be bothered as he makes his way out of the ring and heads to the back.
---Backstage---
Backstage the hustle and bustle of Anarchy's Bloodbath pay-per-view is in full swing. Workers are moving here and fore with rapid speed in order to keep the broadcast operating at a peak efficiency. Standing off to the side, going over some notes, out of the way, is Anarchy backstage interviewer Butterscotch Monroe.[/b]
Butterscotch Monroe: I definitely need to see about wrangling a quick interview with Kevin Hunter before his Number One Contender Triple Threat match for the Heavyweight Championship against Lord Raab and Bill Ryder.
Flipping the page on her small notebook, something, or more like someone catches her attention. She looks up fully to focus her attention and spots Mayhem Extremist, Savannah walking casually backstage. Closing her notebook, Butterscotch speed walks in her direction.
Butterscotch Monroe: Savannah! Savannah!
Sav looks up at the woman she half knew by reputation. She scowled for a moment- right now EHWF press and the New Empire were not on the best of terms, but she forced herself to relax and smile.
Savannah: Yes?
Butterscotch Monroe: Excuse my intrusion, but I'm curious what has brought "The Wild Cat" Savannah to Anarchy's Bloodbath pay-per-view, especially after the night you have had already on Mayhem's Sudden Death?
Savannah: Someone is showing off the supposedly better show to me.
Butterscotch Monroe: "Someone," huh? It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out who that someone is.
The veteran journalist gives Savannah a knowing smile.
Savannah: Yeah, Joshua came to watch my match earlier tonight, and I agreed to be his guest here. Who knows? We might make a night of it!
Butterscotch Monroe: I'm nowhere a gossip journalist, Savannah, but is there something more going on between you and Mister Samson?
Savannah: Um.... I kinda have a bad past with screwing around with members of management. That said... (smiles) Yeah... I'd like to be in the scramble forming for his…
"Savannah...."
The name sails in the air from behind the female duo causing them to turn and see an approaching Joshua Samson. The General Manager, smiling, as always is immaculately suited.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I'm glad you could make it after all.
Savannah smiles warmly at the Anarchy GM and moves too take his arm.
Savannah: Well... Your sales pitch had me intrigued.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Well until the ink is drying on the contract my pitch isn't successful. Someone should have told me that someone as esteemed as yourself was in the building. But I'm glad to see that Butterscotch, I'm sure, was giving you a warm Anarchy welcome.
He nods at Butterscotch, who returns his smile with a silent nod. Savannah's look sours a second but she recovers.
Savannah: Well... She's been a lot friendlier than the crew at Mayhem right now.
Butterscotch Monroe: Just one of the many things that separate us from our sister brand. Well, I see I'm not needed here any longer. It was very interesting talking to you, Savannah. I hope we can do it again very soon?
Savannah: I look forward to getting to know you, Butterscotch…
Sav's smile at that made Butterscotch nervous. She nervously nods again before turning to walk away.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Shall we head out to the arena? I have great seats in the owner’s skybox
Savannah hugged closer to him.
Savannah: Sounds good to start, see how the action develops.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Music to my ears.
The scene fades back to the action of the pay-per-view.
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”Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace plays over the sound system as a large man walks out from the curtain and stands on top of the ramp, looking around with Henry standing behind him before he walks very slowly to ringside as he steps on the apron and goes over the top rope with his feet and goes to a corner to rest himself up on, looking at his opponent with intensity before the match starts.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds and standing at six feet six inches...representing the Monstimals...he is The Animal…..Samuel McPherson!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: The silent but VERY deadly McPherson looking to make an impact here tonight in solo competition. The Monstimals were very vocal during the week about McPherson out of all of them not being scheduled in wrestling matches on Anarchy broadcasts.
Rose: Yet here he is about to wrestling in a Number One Contendership match for the Bad Blood Championship! I guess being booked on the last two Anarchy shows doesn’t count for anything?!
”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 enterance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.[/b]
Patricia Downs: And his opponent...from Iowa City, Iowa...weighing in at one hundred and forty-eight pounds and standing at five feet ten inches tall...she is the ex-Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion...she is the Hawkeye Warrior….Jessie Roberts!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Things haven't necessarily been going fantastic for Roberts as of late, but to pretend that she's not capable of winning tonight…
Rose: It would definitely be foolish, that's for sure! Hey, I wonder what’s in that small bag Jessie just set in the corner?
The camera cuts to Mayhem diva Savannah as she makes her way through the Bloodbath crowd with Joshua Samson,Esquire clearly in tow. At first it seems that she's fine with taking up a position close to the action, but after some urging from the Anarchy GM she moves to sit at the announcer's table. The fact she's now even closer to the ring might have been a selling point.
Alexander Corvis: Well this is a surprise! Welcome to Anarchy’s Bloodbath, Savannah.
Savannah smiled warmer than she had in weeks publicly as she nodded to the two announcers.
Savannah: Well, Since both shows are in Detroit tonight I figured this would be a good chance to check out the so-called secondary show.
Rose: And your verdict so far?
Rose smiled the smile of a woman who had already heard the answer. Savannah paused, then matched smiles.
Savannah: That this might not be the secondary show. Not for much longer, at any rate.
The referee looks at both Anarchists to make sure they are ready, the Detroit fans standing on their feet and cheering loudly. The referee then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
Match #2: Bad Blood Championship Number One Contendership Match: Samuel McPherson vs. Jessie Roberts
Jessie immediately runs across the ring and begins to hit Samuel with a series of strikes in an effort to wear him down. Blow after blow connects as Jessie tries to use her speed to wear Samuel down. Samuel grabs Jessie and shoves her down to the mat! Jessie pulls herself back up to her feet. Samuel charges and tries to send Jessie crashing to the mat with a big boot! Jessie ducks underneath the attempt and waits until Samuel turns around to face her. Jessie leaps into the air and hits Samuel with a dropkick! Samuel stumbles back from the impact and staggers over toward the ropes. Jessie immediately charge at him and throws herself at Samuel! Both Anarchists tumble over the ropes, crashing hard to the floor!
Alexander Corvis: Roberts is showing absolutely no regard for her well-being in the beginning of this match!
Rose: If Jessie has any hope of winning this match, she'll need to throw everything she can at Samuel and hope for the best! She has no chance of winning if she waits for the perfect moment because I'm not sure that actually exists!
Savannah: From what I've seen so far I don't think she'd hold back even if it was hopeless, and maybe she brought her own hope from home?
The two competitors begin to pull themselves back up to their feet! Jessie grabs Samuel and begins to pound away on her with a series of strikes once again. It seems as though the blows are beginning to work, though Samuel shakes his head and grabs hold of Jessie. He uses his strength and overpowers Jessie, shoving her hard into the ring apron! Samuel BLASTS Jessie in the mouth with an elbow smash to send her staggering around the ring. He then grabs her and lifts the Iowa native into the air. Samuel shakes his head and immediately drives Jessie's back hard into the ring post! Jessie's eyes go wide in pain as Samuel takes a few steps back and then slams her into the ring post a second time for good measure!
Rose: As a former Hardcore Champ, I don't think people realize just how much that hurts!
Savannah: As a former Hardcore Champ, I do! C'mon Jessie! GET UP!
Alexander Corvis: McPherson is an absolute freak of nature!
Jessie slowly tries to pull herself back up to his feet. Samuel steps away from Jessie for a moment and reaches under the ring. Moments later he pulls out a steel chair. Samuel heads over toward Jessie and hits her with a knee strike! Jessie crashes to the floor. She uses the steel steps to try and pull herself back up. Samuel tries to slam the steel chair over Jessie's head, attempting to crush it against the steps! Jessie ducks out of the way just in time as Samuel hits the steps instead!
The impact of the collision causes Samuel to be stunned for a moment. Jessie grabs the apron and pulls herself back up. Samuel tosses the chair out of the way and makes his way over toward Jessie. He grabs her and drags her over toward the guardrail. Before he can do anything, Jessie shoves Samuel away and causes him to crash into the guardrail! Jessie charges and throws herself at the masked man, hitting him with a spear that sends both of them through the guardrail!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The referee hurries over to check on Samuel and Jessie!
Alexander Corvis: I guess it's just like you said, Rose.
Rose: Jessie can't afford to let any sort of opportunity pass her by, even if she's going to hurt herself in the process!
Savannah: She knows the only person she needs to worry about getting hurt is the asshole she just pounced!
Jessie is the first to begin stirring. She grabs Samuel and slowly drags him up to his feet. Jessie pulls Samuel out of the wreckage and rolls him into the ring. She then reaches under the ring and pulls out a table, sliding it into the ring. Predictably, the Detroit fans begin losing their minds.
Crowd: TABLES! TABLES! TABLES!
Jessie continues to rummage around under the ring, pulling out a trash can and a bag as well. She tosses both into the ring before sliding into the ring as well. She lines herself up with Samuel before charging at him in an effort to send him to the mat with a bulldog! Samuel reverses, picking Jessie up into the air, and hitting her with a Black Hole Slam!
Samuel glares down at Jessie and then turns his attention over toward the trash can! Samuel grabs it and waits for Jessie to slowly start dragging herself back to her feet. Samuel takes the trash can and absolutely BLASTS Jessie in the head with it, drawing a bit of blood in the process! Jessie stumbles around from the impact. Samuel kicks her in the mouth with a big boot! Jessie falls down to the mat as Samuel turns his attention to the table.
Alexander Corvis: McPherson has that look in his eyes!
Samuel sets the table up in the corner. He then grabs Jessie and hits her in the mouth with an elbow shot. Samuel grabs Jessie and launches her into the air, Jessie's back hitting the table hard! She slumps against the table and Samuel glares at her for just a moment. The Animal picks up as much speed as he can and charges at Jessie. He throws himself at Jessie and the table. Noticing, Jessie immediately ducks out of the way! Samuel can't stop himself in time and crashes through the table! Samuel slumps in the corner in the wreckage of the table as Jessie takes a deep breath to calm herself down!
Alexander Corvis: Oh wow!
Rose: Jessie got lucky there!
Savannah: Now, don't screw around, get in there and… what is she doing?
Jessie looks over at Samuel and shakes her head. She heads over toward the bag that she brought into the ring and immediately dumps its contents onto the mat! The fans erupt as hundreds of thumbtacks are now in the ring.
Alexander Corvis: This isn't going to be good!
Jessie grabs Samuel and tries to bring him over toward the thumb tacks! Samuel notices what is going on and starts trying to fight his way out of Jessie's grasp! He connects with a few strikes before switching around and snapping Jessie off the Animal Kill (vertebreaker) onto the tacks! The fans go absolutely insane!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Samuel covers.
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match and new Number One Contender for the Bad Blood Championship....Samuel McPherson!!!
Alexander Corvis: What a hard fought match but in the end ”The Animal” Samuel McPherson picks up the win!
Savannah: He was a beast, to be sure, but if Jessie's anything like I think she is she's going to be knocking down doors to get a rematch sooner than he'd like! I just hope she has better luck…
Rose: Yeah… Speaking of, it's a shame what's been happening to you and the Hardcore title over on Mayhem. I watched that match, you nearly had it won at several points. Not the blowout she tries to make of it.
Savannah pauses again, then scowls and leans in on the microphone a bit.
Savannah: I gave her that match- because I'd seen what had become of that belt! I pushed her farther than any other contender for that belt- and how do they repay me? By keeping me out of the match to determine the next challenge! By saying that I wasn't a REAL contender! You said it yourself- before that night and since the only thing not REAL about the harcore division is it's CHAMPION!
Rose sits and listens to the wild cat be… well, wild, smiling.
Rose: And yet you challenged her openly. Any word on that?
Savannah: Are you kidding? I know this game! 'Oh, we can't fight you, because we don't want to… It doesn't matter. They'll try to spin whatever version of 'no' they give me, but in the end they know what they'd be in for. And it scares the shit out of them!
Rose: And so… Maybe the real reason you came here is that you're looking for something better. I mean, all we have is the fake Queen of Anarchy Astrid, and she's no Joanna. Not in any way shape or form. It might make things a bit less stressful- especially if you keep being seen hanging off the GM's arm like that.
Savannah's eyes traveled up to the skybox as she thought a moment, then sighed and shook her head.
Savannah: It… It's not like that, Can't be, not after Tim…
Rose: You've mentioned him before. What was he? What happened to make you…
Rose glanced up at the skybox as well. They were on the same page there. Savannah sighed.
Savannah: Tim- Tim Patrick. Was talent liaison at a company where I started to try to return to this sport. Insurgency- don't bother looking it up it's long dead. Maybe Tim is too, i don't know aor care anymore…
The Wild Cat paused again, squirming uncomfortably in her chair. Rose gave her time- all the time she needed.
Savannah: I fell for Tom the first time I saw him- which was when we had a meeting to figure out just how to fit me into the roster. I stayed the night- I guess you could say that we both found the perfect place to 'fit' me. We knew there would be trouble. We knew there would be assholes who would enjoy using any relationship against us- so we did everything we could to avoid even the look of me getting a free ride off of him.
Both Alexander and Rose listen intently.
Savannah: Maybe people are bigger assholes that we thought, because we still got shit. That, and the fact that he'd been trying to 'protect' me even as he denied it- in the same way I;m thinking Weas… Michael is doing. In the end though even this didn't end things for us. What ended it… and what started a ride through Hell for me, was a sledgehammer…
Savannah stopped for an uncomfortably long tim and Rose places a hand on hers.
Rose: You're afraid the same will happen here?
Savannah nodded, uncharacteristically quiet. Which was good, because Rose wasn't done.
Rose: You said it yourself, hon. Those were assholes. They knew they could fuck with you- and so they did for no better reason than that. But, they didn't stop you then- and they shouldn't now. Do what you want, fuck the assholes!
Sav couldn't stop a giggle at the image those last words brought to mind.
Savannah: Thank you, Rose.
Rose: It’s no problem, Sav. I know what it’s like to have a relationship in this sport. I hope everything works out for you.
Alexander Corvis: Thank you for joining here at the commentators’ table, Savannah. Good luck over on Mayhem and stop onto Anarchy anytime.
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: The following match up will be an I Quit Match! Out to the ring first Chandler, Arizona….she weighs in at one hundred and sixty-one pounds and standing at a height of five feet seven inches…representing The Black Asylum….she is Killjoy!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: This woman looks determined to the point that it’s scary.
Rose: She knows what she wants and she’s works hard! And all of that hard work is going to pay off! She’s going to finish the destruction of the self-titled Queen of Anarchy once and for all!
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.
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 tope one with Daveena just off to her side, her music slowly fading out.
Patricia Downs: And her opponent hailing from West Chester, Pennsylvania….weighing in at one hundred and one pounds and standing at a height of five feet even….she is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Challenge Champion….she is the Queen of Anarchy….Astrid Sedin!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: But this woman looks determined herself! Sedin is out to win this match and rid her life of the woman that has caused so much drama for nearly the past six months!
Rose: Really, Alexander? She’s just here hoping to survive, just like Killjoy said.
Before the referee can even sound the bell, Killjoy and Astrid run at each other and start to pelt each other with forearms, elbows, and uppercuts!
DING DING DING!!
Match #3: I Quit Match: Killjoy vs Astrid Sedin
The crowd is roaring as this match gets off to a fast start! Killjoy gains the advantage by hitting Astrid with a few more European uppercuts before taking a step back and getting ready to clothesline her. Astrid ducks under the attempt and comes back, hitting Killjoy with a big dropkick! Killjoy hits the mat and rolls to the outside, slamming her hands on the apron and yelling into the ring at Astrid. Killjoy walks around the ring to collect herself. Astrid doesn’t give her any chance to breathe as she runs directly to the ropes and flips over them in a plancha, colliding with Killjoy! With Killjoy down, Astrid starts laying punch after punch after punch to her opponent!
Alexander Corvis: Sedin is taking the early advantage here! She’s finally getting Killjoy back for everything she’s done to her!
Rose: Look at her! She’s mad! The referee needs to separate them!
Astrid pulls Killjoy to her feet and walks her over to the barricade before slamming her face on it. Killjoy stumbles back into the ring apron and then tries to slide into the ring. Astrid grabs her by her tights and tugs her back outside. She turns Killjoy around and pummels her with punches and forearms all over again. Looking overwhelmed, Killjoy shoves her away and takes off running. She turns the corner and slides into the ring. Astrid follows right after Killjoy. The estranged wife of Joshua Samson stomps on her while she is down before hoisting her up under her arms and kneeing Astrid repeatedly in her face and chest. Killjoy ends it with one final hard knee to Astrid’s face, knocking her through the ropes and back to the outside!
Alexander Corvis: Killjoy took a beating, but she just gave one back to Sedin!
Rose: Like she would! This match is going to be all Killjoy now! I know it!
Astrid stays on the outside and tries to catch her bearings as she stands. When she does, Killjoy slides out and hits a knee to her midsection! Killjoy Irish whips her into the ring steps, making her hit stomach first and flip over them. Satisfied with herself, Killjoy walks around the ring and grabs Astrid by the hair. She lifts her up, yells something at her, and then slaps her in the face. Astrid grabs Killjoy by the waist and rams her into the barricade! The two once again begin to exchange punches as the crowd cheers in approval of the intense battle the two women are having.
Alexander Corvis: My goodness, these two really don’t like each other!
Rose: You think? There’s a lot of bad blood here!
The two women grab each others’ hair and start to whip each other around the ringside area!l Killjoy manages to back Astrid into the ring apron before hitting a surprise European uppercut and rolling her back into the ring. Killjoy follows Astrid into the ring and straddles her back. Astrid panics, standing immediately, and hitting Killjoy with a hard forearm the stuns her. Astrid follows up with a hard front dropkick! Killjoy stumbles back into the corner. Astrid runs in and hits a hard clothesline before pulling Killjoy out of the corner and hitting a running neckbreaker! Astri drops down and locks in an inverted STF, cinching the hold on tight! Killjoy yells in pain as she tries to escape the hold!
Alexander Corvis: We have our first submission of the match—surprisingly not from Killjoy!
Rose: She wouldn’t quit to an amateur like Astrid!
Astrid keeps the hold in tight as the referee keeps asking Killjoy if she wants to quit, to which Killjoy shouts “No!” After a few moments in the hold, Astrid releases it and pulls Killjoy up to her feet. She kicks her in the midsection, doubling her over. Astrid then runs to the ropes and comes back, but Killjoy manages to run at her rival and hit her with a running forearm! Astrid goes down hard. Killjoy, looking frustrated, drops down and locks in a figure four necklock! Astrid yells out and tries her best to escape the hold. As she turns, Killjoy rolls with her and slams Astrid’s face into the mat repeatedly before rolling her back over! The referee asks Astrid “if she wants to quit?” Astrid hesitates for a brief moment before shouting “No!”
Alexander Corvis: Sedin is showing a lot of resilience!
Rose: I’ll give her credit that she isn’t quitting at the first sign of any sort of pain whatsoever, but it’s only a matter of time!
The referee asks Astrid if she wants to quit again.
Astrid Sedin: No! Never!
Annoyed, Killjoy releases the hold before grabbing Astrid’s hair and whipping her around by it! Eventually, Astrid gets her bearings and gets to her feet. She throws a punch at Killjoy to knock her away! She follows up with a kick to her side and then a chop to Killjoy’s chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
Killjoy backs up to the ropes and Astrid whips her across the ring! Astrid waits for Killjoy to rebound before blasting her with a spinning heel kick! Killjoy drops to the mat holding her face. Astrid wastes no time in hitting an elbow drop to her chest! She gets right back up and then runs to the ropes again, performing an impressive handspring moonsault! Astrid locks in a full nelson, cranking it on as hard as she can! Killjoy groans in pain and tries to roll away, but Astrid locks in a body scissors with her legs, keeping her grounded! The referee asks Killjoy if she wants to quit but Killjoy shakes her head, trying to find a way out of this hold!
Alexander Corvis: You have to give Sedin credit for trying for some submissions here! She doesn’t use them often!
Rose: She doesn’t use any wrestling moves often because she always lucks into wins, Alexander. Let’s be real.
Killjoy tries her best to escape the hold by throwing her head back in a headbutt to Astrid’s forehead! Astrid’s hold loosens enough for Killjoy to escape and run to the ropes. She rebounds and connects with a stinging slap right across Astrid’s face that echoes around the arena! Astrid drops back to the mat. Killjoy pulls Astrid up positioning her for a reverse STO. Astrid fights out of it, ducks under Killjoy, and rolls her up!
Astrid allows Killjoy to roll through it before attempting a big superkick. Killjoy narrowly avoids the move, stumbling back into a corner with fear in her eyes! Astrid runs at Killjoy but the face painted woman manages to hit a well-timed European uppercut. Killjoy hops onto the second turnbuckle, leaps off, and hitting another European uppercut! When Astrid hits the mat, Killjoy turns her over and then locks in the Cry Now laugh Later (sugar hold)! Astrid screams in pain as Killjoy leans back, holding the submission tight! The referee asks her if she gives up and Astrid once again screams “NO!”
Alexander Corvis: That has to be the most painful looking submission hold used in EHWF today!
Cackling with glee, Killjoy releases the hold and gets to her feet. Killjoy looks over to Daveena and gives her the middle finger. As she turns back around, Astrid tackles her to the canvas and starts to throw punches directly at her face! Killjoy peels herself away and tries to get some distance, but the second she turns around, Astrid is right beside her and hits a headscissors takedown! As Killjoy sits up, the former fiancee of Samson quickly follows up and absolutely blasts Killjoy in the mouth with a running kick! Killjoy immediately drops back holding her mouth as blood starts to fill up in the palm of her hand.
Alexander Corvis: Is… Killjoy bleeding?! I didn’t expect her to be the one to bleed in this match!
Rose: What an absolutely reckless performer! Astrid hurt Killjoy’s perfect painted face!
Astrid hesitates only briefly before grabbing Killjoy by her hair. This enrages Killjoy, whose lip is busted open. She starts to hit possibly the hardest European uppercuts of her career to Astrid! Astrid is unable to stop the barrage before Killjoy finally drops down and nails a jawbreaker! Astrid shoots up, barely on her feet, before Killjoy grabs her by her hair, roughly snapmares her to the mat, and rolls with her! Killjoy stands back up and nails a mule kick as hard as she can to Astrid’s nose, busting it open in the process!
Killjoy: JUST QUIT, PIGLET!
Alexander Corvis: These two women are now bleeding! I can’t believe this!
Rose: Good! Astrid deserves this! Make her suffer, Killjoy!
Astrid rolls on the mat in pain before Killjoy pulls her to her feet and applies an abdominal stretch. Astrid is able to counter by throwing her over in a hiptoss! Killjoy gets back to her feet in a hurry, only to turn around into an enziguri, knocking her back down to the mat! Astrid makes her way to the corner, scaling to the top as Killjoy uneasily gets to her feet. As she turns around, Astrid hits a big missile dropkick, making Killjoy practically flop all the way to the opposite end of the ring! Astrid, looking even more fired up despite her bleeding nose, goes over to Killjoy, picks her up, and locks in an abdominal stretch of her own! Killjoy yells in pain as she struggles in the hold, refusing to quit!
Alexander Corvis: Sedin might have it here!
Rose: Killjoy won’t quit! She won’t! Never! Come on, Killjoy!
Struggling with all of her strength, Killjoy slowly starts to break the hold, throwing an elbow back at Astrid’s face! She turns and steps forward, trying to hit a crescendo kick. Astrid ducks it and dropkicks Killjoy into the corner! As Killjoy turns around slowly, Astrid runs forward and hits her two knees into the chest of her fiercest rival! Killjoy topples into the corner, looking nearly out of it. Astrid looks pleased with herself, but Killjoy gets a new surge of adrenaline and charges at her! She goes for a clothesline, but Astrid is able to throw her forward, almost expecting the move! Astrid hits a superkick, making Killjoy hit the mat hard! The crowd goes wild as Astrid goes behind Killjoy and starts to apply Cry Baby (cloverleaf while kneeling to opponent’s neck)!
Alexander Corvis: If Sedin locks in this maneuver, this could be the end of the match!
Rose: She’s had enough! Just walk away, Astrid! Just walk away!
Killjoy, looking completely exhausted and panicked, tries her absolute best to not allow Astrid to lock in her submission. Astrid struggles to actually lock in the hold before finally releasing and hitting an elbow to the back of Killjoy’s head! Killjoy falls forward. Astrid steps in front of her and goes for a hurricanrana! But as Astrid flips up, Killjoy stumbles back towards the ropes, making Astrid land on the apron, only catching her one knee on it! Holding her knee, Astrid lets out a cry of pain.
Alexander Corvis: Sedin could be in a bad way after that missed move!
Rose: Good. She needs to say I quit then.
Killjoy pushes off of the ropes and slowly makes her way to the center of the ring, barely standing still. She turns around and Astrid flies off the top with a springboard crossbody! When Astrid hits the mat, she holds her knee, rolling away as Killjoy rolls the opposite direction. The referee checks on Astrid briefly before going over to her opponent. Astrid shakes out her knee and then gets ready to run at Killjoy. As she does so, Killjoy grabs the referee and shoves him into Astrid! Astrid takes a moment to make sure he is okay before pushing him aside! As she does so, Killjoy hits a chop block to Astrid’s injured knee, making Astrid hit the mat in total agony!
Alexander Corvis: These injuries are catching up to Sedin right now. She’s been so close to a win though!
Rose: Killjoy needs to take advantage of this!
Killjoy grabs Astrid and locks in a knee bar! She keeps the hold on tight and yells for Astrid to quit!
The referee checks on Astrid, who shakes her head and refuses despite the pain she’s in, showing remarkable toughness! Killjoy tells the referee to ask her again, but he gets the same response from Astrid! Killjoy is in absolute disbelief as the crowd tries to show Astrid their support!
Alexander Corvis: Astrid Sedin isn’t going to quit! I can’t believe it!
Rose: She’ll give at any moment! I know it!
Killjoy keeps holding out for Astrid to quit, but despite her screaming and yelling, she still refuses! Finally, Killjoy loosens the hold just enough for her to start laying deliberate, hard kicks to Astrid’s face and nose! Each kick looks harder than the last as she continues to blast her in the face, not relenting for even a moment! Astrid looks more and more dazed by the second, the fight being all but taken out of her by each kick that makes blood splatter over both competitors. Finally, Killjoy stops and demands the referee ask Astrid if she wants to quit again.
Astrid Sedin: No…
Looking like she’s going to explode from anger, Killjoy releases the hold, stands, and paces the ring.
Alexander Corvis: Astrid Sedin survived that knee bar! This is amazing!
Rose: This can’t be happening! Do something, Killjoy! Anything!
Killjoy looks down at the barely stirring Astrid before finally getting a new idea! She grabs and drags Astrid over by the turnbuckle. Killjoy wraps Astrid’s midsection around the corner post and goes to the outside, yanking on both ends! Astrid screams loudly, shrieking in pain! It only gets louder when Killjoy kicks her feet up, pushing against the post for more leverage! Astrid’s screams turn into crying as tears flow freely from her eyes! The referee asks if she wants to quit.
Astrid Sedin: No! No! No! I won’t quit!
Killjoy looks absolutely irate as she finally releases the hold, looking around wildly for a few moments before spotting Astrid as she attempts to pull herself away from the corner. Getting back to her feet, Killjoy quickly reaches in and grabs Astrid by the injured leg, pulling her back into the corner and slamming her knee against the post. Astrid screams out, clutching at her leg. Killjoy pulls her forward and locks in a figure four leglock around the corner post! Astrid shrieks in absolute agony as Killjoy hangs onto the hold, bending her legs at an awful angle.
Killjoy: I will end your career if I have to! Give up! Quit! Quit right now or else I will break your leg and tear your knee out! Quit!
Astrid screams and cries some more, looking like she’s going through absolute hell, but she still doesn’t give up!
Alexander Corvis: Dear God, the referee needs to stop this! Sedin could get seriously injured even more! This is going way too far!
Rose: There’s only one person who can stop this! Astrid needs to quit or else she may not wrestle again when Killjoy is through with her!
Killjoy doesn’t let up at all, but her energy seems waning as she looks like she is even struggling to keep the hold locked in with Astrid’s leg stretched painfully around the ring post! Astrid’s screams don’t stop until Killjoy yanks even harder, screaming herself! The referee asks Astrid again if she “gives up?” Astrid hesitates before finally yelling in a sobbing voice, “I. WILL. NEVER. QUIT!”
Alexander Corvis: Sedin is showing a tremendous amount of heart and desire by not surrendering!
Exhausted, Killjoy releases the hold and slides back into the ring. Astrid, equally as exhausted, falls to the mat.
Rose: Come on, Killjoy!
Both women are laying on their backs, breathing heavily as they try to regain their respective composure. Astrid reaches up to her mouth and wipes away a tiny bit of blood from her lip as she starts to pull herself up to her feet using the ropes. Astrid has relatively no strength left in her legs and when she’s finally up to her feet, the pain is shooting up from her feet as tears well up in the inner corners of her eyes. As she supports her weight on the ropes, she watches as Killjoy gets up as well, a twisted smile upon her face.
Killjoy: YOU’RE MINE, PIGLET.
Astrid was still breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring as she tries to stagger towards her.
Astrid Sedin: I’M NOT A FUCKIN’ WINNIE THE POOH CHARACTER! BITCH I’M A DISNEY PRINCESS!!
Killjoy keeps smirking as she walks towards Astrid, her laugh eerily becoming louder as she reaches Astrid. Grabbing her by the throat, Killjoy pushes Astrid backwards leaning her over the ropes.
Killjoy: EVERYTHING. WILL. BE. MINE. JOSHUA IS MINE. THE DAY YOU DUMPED HIM HE WAS IN MY BED!!
Astrid’s eyes were clearly getting wider as the rage within her body started to build.
Killjoy: AND YOU KNOW WHAT WE DID? WE. FUCKED!
Before anybody has a chance to blink, Astrid starts to scream at the top of her lungs in such a way that causes even Killjoy to have a shiver go down her spine. Putting both hands to Killjoy’s chest, Astrid pushes her backwards so hard that she rolls backwards, allowing Astrid to charge and deliver a shoulder tackle that causes the wind to be knocked out of Killjoy. Astrid instantly starts reigning punches down upon Killjoy, still screaming like a banshee.
Alexander Corvis: Sedin is bringing the thunder down on Killjoy!
Getting up to her feet, Astrid grabs Killjoy by the hair and throws her full force into the closest turnbuckle before climbing through the ropes and pulling Killjoy over and drilling her in the chest with knee after knee. Astrid is being ruthless, showing no signs of slowly down as she hops off of the ring apron, leaving Killjoy slumped over the middle rope as she digs around under the ring, coming back out with a kendo stick.
Rose: What in the hell?! Astrid can’t use that!
Alexander Corvis: Actually she can, Rose. In an I Quit match anything and everything is legal.
Rose: That’s some bullshit!
The look on Astrid’s face was joy and rage mixed into one as she turns around and swings the kendo stick like she was an MLB player as she keeps screaming. Astrid was seemingly possessed by something, acting in a way that nobody had seen her before, sliding back into the ring after retrieving a new kendo stick from under the ring. The brief pause allows Killjoy to drag herself towards the corner in an attempt to escape Astrid, but the woman known as Lil Bit just cocks her head to the side before whaling on Killjoy again with the kendo stick. Killjoy attempts to shield herself as best as she can, yet she refuses to quit.[/color]
Alexander Corvis: Sedin has utterly and completely lost it! I don’t even think she realizes what she’s doing or done so far!
Over and over, Astrid rapidly brings the now splintered kendo stick down upon the bloody, bruised, and barely conscious Killjoy. The referee attempts to find a way into checking on Killjoy but from fear of getting struck by Astrid’s kendo stick he steps back with a defeated expression.
Rose: What in the hell is the ref doing?! He needs to get in there and check on Killjoy! Or call a stop to this match before Astrid ends up committing murder!
Alexander Corvis: This match can only end if one or both of these Anarchists say, “I quit!”
Rose: This is bullshit! Killjoy needs some help out here! Where in the hell is the Black Asylum?
“ASTRID! ASTRID RONA SEDIN!”
The voice boomed over the Little Caesars Arena sound system before walking from the backstage area with microphone held to his mouth is General Manager Extraordinaire Joshua Samson, Esquire. In the ring, Astrid, oblivious to the calling of her full name, continues beating away on Killjoy. Samson begins speed walking down the ramp toward the ring.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Astrid! Astrid! You have to listen to me! You have to snap out of it!
Alexander Corvis: General Manager Joshua Samson, Esq. making his way to the ring. We saw once before that it was he who brought Sedin out of this dark trance she goes into.
Rose: If he was impartial and fair, he would disqualify Astrid on the spot!
Making it to the ring, Joshua pulls himself up onto the apron and steps through the ropes to enter the ring. He walks over to the swinging Astrid and glances down at the brutalized Killjoy. Shaking his head, he turns his attention back to Astrid.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Astrid, it’s done. You’ve won. She can’t go on anymore. Kelli can’t hurt us anymore. Please come back to me….come out of the dark place.
Astrid looks at Joshua and then back at Killjoy, still breathing heavily. She tosses the splintered kendo stick to the side and looks as if she’s going to back away… but starts stomping at the appendages of Killjoy instead.
Alexander Corvis: It’s like she’s there but she’s not there!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: ASTRID!
Throwing caution to the wind, Joshua walks behind Astrid and tightly attempts to embrace her.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: It’s over. I love you, Asti. I love you.
Astrid Sedin: SHE HAS TO QUIT!
Astrid pulls away and grabs Killjoy by the ankles, pulling her out of the corner and towards the center of the ring. Joshua steps in front of Astrid, placing himself between the two women.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I said it’s over. No more.
He pulls her in tight before giving her a kiss upon the lips. The moment that his lips touch hers, Astrid melts into his grasp, coming back to reality and letting her rage fade away. She wraps her arms around his neck and starts to kiss him back as a thoroughly defeated Killjoy looks on.
Rose: This makes me sick!
Alexander Corvis: Quiet, Rose.
Killjoy: (whimpering) I...I…
Barely hearing Killjoy speak, the referee beckons for a microphone. Once given one, he bends down low, holding the microphone to Killjoy’s mouth.
Killjoy: He’s….he’s...yours, Pig...let….
The couple turn their attention to the prone Killjoy.
Killjoy: That night….that...night...nothing….nothing….happened. Joshua….has been….true…..to you. You….win….
With what seems like her last ounce of energy, Killjoy inhales deeply before releasing her last words.
Killjoy: I….quit….
Alexander Corvis: WHAT?!
Rose: HOLY SHIT!!
The referee immediately calls for the bell. Astrid, clutching at her leg, slumps into the arms of Joshua as he music plays.
Patricia Downs: And the winner of this match…Astrid Sedin!!!
The referee calls in the medical team to check on Killjoy. Astrid glances over at her now defeated unconscious rival with perhaps a small hint of sadness before being helped out the ring by Joshua and the two making their way up the ramp.
Alexander Corvis: After nearly six months, the rivalry between Killjoy and Astrid Sedin is finally over.
Once Jostrid has disappeared backstage, the crowd then gives Killjoy a respectable cheer and applaud for her efforts and toughness.
Alexander Corvis: Killjoy is getting the respect she deserves right now! She put up one hell of a fight and didn’t quit until her body was almost completely broken!
Rose: This isn’t over. This can’t be over….
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"Monster" by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, from the Cologne, Germany...weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing at a height of six feet four inches...representing The Monstimals...he is the Masked Germany Monster….Lord Raab!!!!!!!
Rose: Lord Raab looks pretty determined walking out here tonight. He hasn’t been in the title picture since he was Showtime Champion.
Alexander Corvis: He’s wearing a mask Rose. You can’t say he looks something when you can’t see his face. He has been in a title drought though, so I’ll agree with you there.
“Dust” by Tremonti plays ushering in Kevin Hunter.
Patricia Downs: And his opponents...first from the Bronx, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and standing at six feet five inches...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 Champion...representing the Sons of Chaos….he is the Son of Chaos….Kevin Hunter!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Kevin Hunter is looking to redeem himself after a loss against Oliver Black. To him, this is the open door that he needs to get back in the Heavyweight Championship picture.
Rose: This is going to be a big challenge if he wants that shot. I have a feeling that we’re going to see a free for all here.
You know your 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.
Welcome to the Ryde of Your Life.
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.
Welcome to the Ryde of Your Life.
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 Monarch
The King of Kings
The Soul of Fire
The Lord of Lords
The King Professional Wrestling
All of Humanity
The Sovereign King
The Monarch
The King of Kings
The Soul of Fire
The Lord of Lords
The King Professional Wrestling
All of Humanity
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.
Patricia Downs: And finally, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds and standing at six feet three inches...hailing from Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania….he is a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion….he is a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation North American Champion….he is a former two-time Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….he is a former Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Bad Blood Champion….he is the inaugural Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion….representing the Samson Family...he is the Sovereign King….Bill Ryder!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rose: And here’s my baby daddy with that wannabe…
Alexander Corvis: I’m going to cut you off right there because I feel like you’re going to be letting your personal feelings loose.
Rose: So what if I am?
Alexander Corvis: You have to admit that Bill Ryder has a huge chance of winning. He’s been a champion before and he’s looking to get his title back.
All three Anarchists stand in the ring waiting for the referee to call for the bell for the match to officially begin.
DING DING DING!!
Match #4: Heavyweight Championship Number One Contender Match: Triple Threat Match: Lord Raab vs. Kevin Hunter vs. Bill Ryder
All three wrestlers look around the ring and wait for an opening to appear. When that doesn't happen, Lord Raab finally steps forward and decides to get things started. He hits Bill Ryder in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third. The fans remain on their feet, cheering the beginning of the violence. Raab grabs Bill and shoots him across the ring. He steps toward the middle of the ring and waits for Bill to come back on the rebound. Unfortunately for him, Bill is ready—leaping into the air and nailing Raab with a forearm smash! Raab crashes to the mat and rolls out of the way to pull himself back up to his feet. Ryder tries to turn around to follow him, only to have Kevin step forward and nail Ryder in the chest with a hard chop.
Crowd: WOOO!
Kevin follows it up with a second and then a third.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO!
Kevin pulls Ryder in toward him, driving his knee into his gut. He hoists Ryder into the air and delivers a snap suplex!
Alexander Corvis: All three of these men are off to a quick start in this one!
Rose: And it's a good thing they are! Who wants to watch a match where three men are standing around doing nothing? I know I don't!
Ryder rolls over to the ropes to try and make it back up to his feet. Kevin turns around and is immediately nailed in the mouth with a hard elbow shot from the Masked German Monster! Lord Raab follows it up with a second and then a third—the impact of each blow sending Kevin stumbling back. Kevin tries to fight back by charging forward and attempting a clothesline! Raab ducks underneath the clothesline and positions himself behind the Son of Chaos, grabbing hold of him and hoisting him into the air for a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
1…
2...
Bill Ryder dives over and breaks up the pin attempt!
Alexander Corvis: Quick save by Ryder!
Lord Raab pulls himself back up to his feet. The Sovereign King runs at Raab and nails him in the mouth with a forearm smash. The impact of the blow sends him stumbling back. Ryder picks up some speed and bounces off of the ropes, hoping to do something to Raab on the rebound. Raab grabs him on the rebound and lifts Ryder into the air, catching him by surprise with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Raab then drops down on top of him and hooks the leg.
1…
2…
Ryder kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Lord Raab is on one hell of a roll right now! Perhaps he heard what Ryder had to say about him and he's motivated to prove him right!
Rose: Or...perhaps he's simply doing what he always does? It's not like Lord Raab doesn't usually try…[/color]
Lord Raab grabs Ryder and tries to bring him back up to his feet, hoping to keep his momentum going. He nails Ryder in the back with a few clubbing blows to try and wear him down. Ryder manages to shove Raab away. Raab tries to regain his footing quickly, but unfortunately for him, Kevin Hunter is back on his feet. He grabs Raab from behind and drops him with a back suplex! Kevin pops back up to his feet. Bill Ryder tries to rush at him to perhaps shift the momentum in the match back into his favor, only to have Kevin leap into the air and catch him by surprise with a perfectly timed dropkick! Kevin drops down on top of Ryder and goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Raab comes over and breaks up the count!
Alexander Corvis: And Raab comes in at the last minute to save his chances at walking out the Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Championship.
Rose: Hunter was very, very close at another shot at Oliver Black. Lord Raab just ripped it away from him.
Raab uses his knees to try and wear Kevin down a bit further. He then drags him back up to his feet and gets him into position for a backbreaker! Kevin manages to spin out of Raab's grasp just before he can be sent to the mat. Raab tries to take it in stride, bouncing off of the ropes and charging at Hunter! Unfortunately for him, Kevin sees it coming. He steps forward and grabs Raab, lifting him into the air and delivering a flapjack! Raab's masked face bounces off of the mat. Kevin rolls him over and goes for the cover.
1…
2...
Bill Ryder breaks up the pin attempt with a double stomp!
Alexander Corvis: The action in this match is definitely picking up! This has been a lot of fun to watch and I have no idea who's going to win to become the Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Championship!
Rose: All three of these men are showing the world how much this shot means to them. And as much as it pains me to say it, Bill is showing a tremendous amount of heart here.
Kevin Hunter tries to drag himself back up to his feet, still feeling the effects of Ryder's double stomp. Ryder notices and smirks slightly. He bounces off of the ropes and catches Kevin by surprise, sending him to the mat face-first with a bulldog! Kevin tries to drag himself back up to his feet, but Bill Ryder lines himself up with Kevin and simply waits for the perfect moment to strike. Once Kevin is standing, Ryder launches forward and catches Kevin with a Ryde of Your Life superkick! The fans are on their feet for the show of athleticism. Bill drops down and covers.
1…
2…
Raab can just barely break things up in time!
Alexander Corvis: That was close!
Raab grabs Ryder and drags him back up to his feet. He uses a series of hard elbow shots to try and wear him down even further before shoving Ryder back against the ropes! Ryder bounces off of them and ends up right in Raab's arms! Raab smirks and lifts Ryder into the air, delivering a belly to belly suplex that sends Ryder to the mat! Raab smirks and tries to turn around so that he can continue his attack on Ryder. Suddenly, Kevin Hunter grabs hold of him from behind. He pulls Raab into a roll-up.
1…
2…
Raab just barely kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: This match is so freakin’ good I’m finding it hard to contain myself. These men are putting it all on the line!
Rose: I honestly don’t know how this match is going to end. And with it being a triple threat… there are no disqualifications. Anything could happen right now.
Raab slowly pulls himself back up to his feet. Kevin grabs him and begins to hit Raab in the back of the head with a few clubbing blows. Kevin then tries to lift Raab onto his shoulders in hopes of setting him up for an Electric Chair Drop. Before he can fully get Raab into position, Raab manages to free himself from Kevin's grasp. He lands on the mat behind him and waits for Kevin to turn and face him. When Kevin does so, Raab steps forward and nails him in the jaw with a massive big boot!
Alexander Corvis: Oh that look like it had to hurt. Raab drilled Hunter right in the kisser with his boot.
Rose: I think it’s gotten to the point of desperation.
Kevin staggers back from the impact and hits the ropes. He falls through and tumbles out to the floor. Raab glares at him in disappointment before turning around and getting hit with Ryder’s Ryde of Your Life (superkick)! Raab bounces off of the ropes and barely remains on his feet, staggering around and leaving himself open for a second Ryde of Your Life!
Rose: HOLY SHIT! I THINK BABY DADDY IS GOING TO WIN THIS!
Ryder drops down on top of Raab for the cover.
1…
2…
3!!
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match and the Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Championship….Bill Ryder!!!
Alexander Corvis: Lord Raab was this close to winning it, but…
Rose: Baby Daddy wins it! And now we can get closer to the real fun stuff on this pay-per-view!
Hunter briefly looks disappointed outside of the ring before he rushes back into the ring. Lord Raab disappointedly brings himself to his feet. Bill Ryder steps toward him as if to assault the Masked German Monster. Before Ryder can possibly do anything, Kevin is in the ring, spins Ryder toward him, and hits his Buried Alive (jumping cutter)!
Alexander Corvis: How did I know that Kevin Hunter would resort to something like this?[/font]
Rose: He wanted to win the match and I guess he feels like Bill stole it from him.
Kevin gets back to his feet and calmly steps out of the ring to head toward the back.
Rose: I am really starting to think that Kevin Hunter is a coward.
Alexander Corvis: I don’t know what possessed him to do this other than jealousy.
---Backstage---
Standing backstage Butterscotch Monroe is seen again. The veteran backstage interviewer stands in front of a door marked “ASTRID SEDIN”. Flipping through her notebook to go over last minute questions, Butterscotch raises her head, nods, and smiles as she is silently counted into the scene.
Butterscotch Monroe: I am backstage here at the Little Caesars Arena in Detroit, Michigan where Anarchy is live broadcasting it’s first ever pay-per-view, Bloodbath. Earlier tonight we saw a tremendous “I Quit” match between Killjoy and Astrid Sedin that resulted in an amazing turn of events.
Astrid thrusts open the door, her bags in her hands as the halter style neck of her ring gear peeked out the top of a Nike Dri-FIT training jacket clearly meaning she hadn’t changed out of her ring gear. Her eyes grow wide and she groans audibly.
Astrid Sedin: Ugh… what the hell to you want? Can’t you leave me alone?
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m sorry to disturb you, Astrid, but I just need a quick interview to follow up from your hellacious match you had with Killjoy earlier tonight.
Astrid Sedin: What about it? It’s done… it’s over with… I won and that dumb bitch is out of my life. Now if we could just get rid of you… that would be perfect.
Astrid rolls her eyes that is matched with an eye roll from Butterscotch.
Butterscotch Monroe: Unless Joshua is looking to replace me, I don’t think that is going to happen, Astrid. Speaking of the Anarchy General Manager, near the conclusion of the match, you and Joshua seemingly rekindled your relationship. Is it safe to say that the two of you are “Jostrid” once again?
Astrid Sedin: For one, that is none of your business. Even if we were together I wouldn’t tell your skeevy ass. It was just a kiss… nothing more, nothing less. Can’t two people make out with people trying to see it for something it is not? You really are the lowest form of pond scum.
Butterscotch remains the professional and disregards the personal attacks.
Butterscotch Monroe: But it was so much more than a kiss, Astrid. Joshua, on numerous times, proclaimed his love for you. You surely can’t downplay that?
Astrid Sedin: And I to him, but that still hasn’t stopped him from being a dick on Twitter. And like I said, even if there was anything going on, it’s none of your damn business. It’s called a private life for a reason being that it’s PRIVATE! He is a lying sack of shit… said he was giving up drinking and then goes out and gets drunk off his ass, continuing to belittle me. What makes you think I’d want him back after the shenanigans he’s pulled? Especially after he upset my little sister which is not something I take lightly.
Butterscotch Monroe: Yes, it is call a private but when two high profile persons like yourself and Joshua Samson make nearly everything public via social media, it only stands to reason questions such as mine are asked of you. So your current attitude withstanding, you have no issues with Savannah being here earlier tonight as an invited guest of Joshua?
Astrid Sedin: That doesn’t mean that you have the right to know. And Savannah… she’s a thirsty little bitch and Joshua had her here just to piss me off. We all know what she wants… that thing hanging between Joshua’s legs. She sure has been laying it on thick.
Butterscotch Monroe: So Joshua possibly courting Savannah to come to Anarchy is just a ploy to rub it in your face, so to speak? I’ve known Joshua Samson for many years and that doesn’t sound like something he would do, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: You don’t know him the way that I do. He’s a schemer… out for himself and if he has to walk all over someone, he’ll do it. He’s embarrassed me on television before… so clearly he has no qualms in doing it again.
Butterscotch Monroe: Let’s change gears for my final question, shall we? Now that you have vanquished one of your fiercest rivals to date, what is next for the Queen of Anarchy?
Astrid Sedin: OK… you’re either ignorant or just plain dumb. For weeks I’ve made my intentions known that I want my shot at the EHWF Heavyweight Championship as I’m the only person who really deserves it. I put my ass on the line week in and week out and I’ve defeated the champion two shows in a row. I should’ve been in that triple threat… Raab, Hunter… they’re two of the most undeserving pieces of crap that has ever graced this company. I’ve been held back for far too long by Joshua because he favored Bill. But now that I’m free… it’s time to get what is rightfully and truly mine.
Butterscotch Monroe: Well I’d like to thank you for your time, Astrid, and again I’m sorry for the disturbance. Good luck with things to come in the coming days.
Astrid glared at her before turning and walking away.
Astrid Sedin: Stupid bitch…
Watching the young woman walk away, Butterscotch, exhaling signals for the camera to cut.
Butterscotch Monroe: Stupid bitch...
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Patricia Downs: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the SHOWTIME CHAMPIONSHIP!
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 the challenger, from Cleveland, Ohio...weighing two hundred and fifty-two pounds and standing at a height of six foot six inches...he is a two time EXtreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Hardcore Champion...representing the Samson Family… he is Rebuilt...Redefined...Rededicated….Brooklyn!!!!!!!!!!
Rose: Brooklyn is coming out here tonight looking to make a statement. And that statement is that he’s back and he’s wants a title.
Alexander Corvis: Brooklyn has made his intentions known, attacking Brianna Brookes on the past two Anarchy shows. I don’t think he’s going to be holding back here tonight.
Rose: But Brianna… isn’t going to bake this easy for him. Especially since he’s a part of the Samson Family and it’s pretty well known that she doesn’t like Samson Family.
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 his opponent, from Melbourne, Australia….weighing one hundred and thirty-three pounds and standing at a height of five feet five inches...she is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion...Brianna Brookes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Brookes has been champion for a number of weeks since taking the title off of Jessie Roberts. But Brooklyn is going to be her first true test.
Rose: Both Anarchists are looking to send messages, it’s just going to be a fact of the matter of which one of them wants it more than the other.
DING DING DING!!
Match #5: Showtime Championship Match: Brooklyn vs. Brianna Brookes
Brooklyn steps up and starts pointing at Brianna, yelling at her indiscriminately. Brianna stares him down for a second before grabbing the hand Brooklyn is using to point at her and bending it backward. Brooklyn screams out loud and circles around the ring as Brianna bends his hand back, following him, keeping the grip on him. Finally, Brianna swings with a leg at Brooklyn’s head, kicking him and knocking him down to the mat. Brooklyn grips his hand as he gets back to his feet and leans in the corner, creating some distance between him and Brianna. The Showtime Champ walks over and begins kicking him in the midsection!
One kick...
Two kicks...
A third kick...
Brianna then grabs Brooklyn and whips him to the other turnbuckle. Brianna goes running at Brooklyn as soon as he hits the turnbuckle, but Brooklyn slides out of the ring, trying to keep away. Brianna beckons him to come in the ring as he shouts at her, shaking out his bad hand.
The referee pulls Brianna away from the ropes, allowing Brooklyn to slide into the ring. As soon as he enters though, Brianna runs at him. Brooklyn trips her up with a drop toe hold, sending her throat first into the ropes. He drags her away from the ropes and begins to stomp at her midsection, attempting to wear her down. After a few stomps, Brianna manages to roll away and onto her hands and knees. Brooklyn follows her and kicks her right in the stomach! Brianna flinches and tries to get back up again but Brooklyn kicks her a second time, causing her to clutch her stomach. Brooklyn turns to face the crowd and taunts, garnering a mixed reaction.
Alexander Corvis: Brooklyn needs to keep his attention focused upon Brookes. She is not one to take lightly.
Brianna Brookes gets to her feet, holding her stomach as Brooklyn turns back to face her. He clobbers her in the face with a forearm, sending her stumbling back into the ropes. However Brianna uses this to her advantage, bounces off the ropes to return the favor with a forearm of her own! The blow sends Brooklyn stumbling back and Brianna follows up with another forearm! She grabs onto Brooklyn’s head and hits him with a third forearm to the side of the head! Then a fourth, then a fifth, keeping her grip on his head so he doesn't fall. Finally Brianna releases and runs to the ropes, bouncing off of them, and goes to hit Brooklyn with another blow. Brooklyn ducks and wraps his arms around Brianna’s neck, putting her into a sleeperhold!
Alexandra Corvis: Brooklyn has quickly taken control of this match, looking to end it early by putting Brianna to sleep.
Rose: I don’t think Brooklyn’s got this in the bag just yet. Brianna isn’t champion for no reason. She’s not going to give up too easily.
Brooklyn’s grip is loose as Brianna tries to wiggle out of it, but after a few seconds, he manages to stop her from moving. Brianna was seemingly playing possum however, as she slips underneath Brooklyn’s arms, drops down to the mat, and kicks Brooklyn square in the head as he bends over to attempt to get her!
Brianna coughs a little bit as she gets back to her feet. She runs and pushes Brooklyn into the turnbuckle chest first. Brooklyn bounces back, Brianna hops onto his back, and catches Brooklyn in a sleeperhold of her own!
Rose: You see… I told you. Brianna locks in a move that he just had locked in on her. She’s one smart cookie.
Alexander Corvis: She’s fighting that’s for sure. Both are going to have to start giving this everything they got.
Brooklyn flails around to try to get her off of him. Brianna tries to wrap her legs around him for a better grip! Brooklyn eventually turns the tables by running backwards into the corner, crushing Brianna with his body weight!
Alexander Corvis: Now that’s one way to get Brookes off!
Brianna slumps into the corner as Brooklyn staggers into the center of the ring, getting his bearings. He then turns around and runs right at Brianna, who swivels out of the way and ends up behind Brooklyn, rolling him up into a school boy!
1…
2...
Brooklyn kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Brooklyn kicked out in the nick of time. If it had been just a split second longer, Brookes would have retained her championship.
Brianna and Brooklyn both get back to their feet, but Brooklyn is able to score first, connecting with a huge clothesline! Brianna nearly flips as the blow connects. Brooklyn looks down at Brianna, pleased with himself. He then lifts her to a seated position and drives a knee straight into her back! Brianna falls to the mat, but Brooklyn puts her in a seated position again and drives a knee into her back the second time! Brianna falls down to the mat and Brooklyn goes for the cover! However, Brianna shoves him off before the referee can even start the count.
Rose: It’s starting to feel like Brianna is using every last bit of energy she has.
Alexander Corvis: Those knees to the back had to hurt.
Brooklyn grabs Brianna’s head and locks her in a sleeperhold again on the mat. Brianna struggles in the hold as the referee checks on her, asking if she wants to submit. Brianna shakes her head defiantly before pulling back an arm and clocking Brooklyn in the face with a right hand! She hits him with a second right hand and then a third and eventually he breaks the hold.
Brooklyn rolls onto his back before attempting to get to his feet as Brianna does the same. Both Anarchists make it up and Brianna runs at Brooklyn flipping him onto the mat with a rolling kneebar, locking it in tight! Brooklyn cries out at the pain, gripping his own hair in frustration. Brianna has the hold in tight, as Brooklyn struggles.
Alexander Corvis: Come on Brooklyn! You can’t go out like this.
Rose: You’re supposed to be bipartisan.
Alexander Corvis: You’re one to talk, Rose.
Brooklyn suddenly uses his free leg to kick Brianna in the face! She shrugs off the second blow, but is unable to shrug off the second kick, which causes her head to snap back and to release the hold! Brooklyn clutches his leg, the damage done, as he crawls over to the ropes, and uses them to get to his feet. He hobbles around, trying to get motion back into his leg. However, Brianna stops his efforts short when she runs from behind and takes him down with a chop block!
Alexander Corvis: OHHH!!
Brianna Brookes stays on a grounded Brooklyn, grabbing his leg and applying a standing Achilles lock! Brooklyn grimaces in pain at the hold. Brianna goes to roll Brooklyn into a different submission, but Brooklyn pulls her forward and tries to roll her up into a small package! However, Brianna flips out of it and Brooklyn pops up into a seated position. Brianna takes him down with a dropkick to the face! Brianna grabs Brooklyn’s bad leg again and this time locks him in a single leg crab! Brooklyn screams out in pain as he reaches out his arm, attempting to grab the ropes. Brooklyn crawls and crawls as Brianna tries to pull the bigger competitor back, but to no avail. Brooklyn reaches and grabs the ropes, causing the referee to tell Brianna to break the hold.
Brooklyn keeps his grip onto the ropes and uses them to pull himself out of the ring, where he falls to the outside. He holds his leg as he catches a breather, but Brianna is hot on his tail, as she follows him out of the ring. Brianna grabs Brooklyn by the head and begins ramming him into the barricade. The referee begins to count out both Anarchists.
1….Brooklyn’s head collides with the barricade hard.
2...Brianna grabs his head a second time, but this time Brooklyn pulls on Brianna’s tights and sends her crashing into the barricade, shoulder first!
3...Brooklyn uses the side of the ring to get to his feet and rolls in the ring, yelling at the referee to continue counting her out.
4…
5...Brianna manages to get herself back in the ring.
Rose: Five more seconds and Brianna would’ve lost this match.
Alexander Corvis: Though she would have remained the champion.
Brooklyn mutters something to himself angrily as he gets to his feet, watching Brianna do the same. Brooklyn runs at her, looking for a clothesline, but Brianna dodges it, and immediately goes for a roundhouse kick. Brooklyn ducks that attempt, sneaks behind Brianna, and plants her with a German suplex! Brooklyn bridges for the cover!
1…
2...
Brianna Brookes kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: That was SO close!
Brooklyn looks frustrated as he glares at the referee before turning his attention back to Brianna Brookes, who is clutching the back of her head on the mat. Brooklyn hobbles over to Brianna before grabbing and lifting her to her feet. Brianna breaks free of Brooklyn’s grasp however and levels him with a roundhouse kick to the head, sending him down to the mat and then collapsing herself!
Rose: At this point, I’m starting to think that both of these competitors are riding on fumes. They’ve given it their all and we still don’t have a winner yet.
The referee starts to count as both competitors are down and the crowd begins willing them on to get up.
1…
2…
3...both wrestlers start to stir.
4…
5...both wrestlers are back to their feet.
Alexander Corvis: Both Brooklyn and Brookes are staggering back to their feet. I don’t know how much longer they can keep going.
Brianna chops Brooklyn across the chest, causing him to stagger back.
Crowd: WOOO!
Brianna chops him across the chest again.
Crowd: WOOO!
Brooklyn grabs his chest before responding with a right hand to Brianna’s face. She staggers back and responds with a right hand of her own! He delivers a right hand and she responds with a right hand of her own again! Both competitors continue to jockey for an advantage until Brooklyn kicks Brianna in the stomach!
Alexander Corvis: This is an incredibly competitive match!
Rose: Well with the Showtime title on the line, what do you expect?
Brianna tries to fight back but Brooklyn kicks her in the stomach a second time then lifts her up over his shoulder before running over and dropping her face across the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes! He then runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. On the rebound, he looks for a big boot, but Brianna dodges, taking him down with another chop block! Brooklyn falls to one knee as Brianna runs at him, looking to deliver a shining wizard. Brooklyn ducks and pushes her into the corner. He runs in with a clothesline, leaving Brianna winded.
Brooklyn lifts Brianna up and places her on the top turnbuckle and strikes her across her face. Brooklyn then grabs Brianna’s head and attempts to hit a superplex, but Brianna holds on to the ropes causing Brooklyn to crash to the mat by himself! Brooklyn gets up and tries to grab Brianna but she hits him with a right hand, causing him to stumble back. Brianna adjusts herself on the top turnbuckle, turning around and standing on her feet.
Alexander Corvis: At this point it’s beginning to seem like they're both in dire straits here.
However, before she can do anything, Brooklyn jumps up and clubs her in the back! He clubs her again and then starts to ascend the turnbuckle. He reaches the top turnbuckle, grabs Brianna, and goes to execute a top rope backdrop! However, Brianna manages to partially turn her body on the way down, reversing the blow, but not enough and both Anarchists crash to the mat, their shoulders both down with an arm draped over the other!
The referee surveys the situation and deems it a pinfall and counts!
1…
2…
3!!
Alexander Corvis: I’m so confused! Who won the match?
Rose: I… I don’t know! Both had their shoulders down with their arms on the other person!
Patricia Downs: I have been informed by the referee that both Anarchists have been pinned as such BOTH Brooklyn and Brianna Brookes have been declared as the winner of this match!
“Hate Me Now” by Nas featuring Puff Daddy blares throughout the arena as the very dapper suited Joshua Samson, Esquire walks out to the top of the ramp. There is an uproar of jeers throughout the crowd. Samson raises an eyebrow and chuckles upon hearing the disdain from the audience.
Alexander Corvis: Here comes quite possibly the most hated man in EHWF history!
Rose: And that's saying a lot since we have had quite a few people that have been hated! But he’s our boss, so you won’t hear anything bad outta me about him!
Samson is handed a microphone as all eyes are locked on him at the top of the ramp.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: It seems that the Showtime Championship is ALWAYS mired in some kind of controversy lately. Many would look at the current champion as the source of those woes since the holder of said title is the shining example of the division. How they go, so goes the division. But as the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire, I will take the full weight of responsibility this time. At the last Anarchy the decision to reward Brianna Brookes the win although it was her challenger, Jessie Roberts, who was attacked brought about a lot of confusion. After forming an independent investigative committee to look into the matter, it has been concluded that the referee’s judgement was erred. Although the referee’s ruling must stand as official, my office has deemed it only fair that Jessie Roberts will receive a rightful rematch for a chance to win the Showtime Championship!
The crowd explodes in cheers upon hearing the news.
Alexander Corvis: That has to be much needed good news for Roberts after losing that match for the Showtime title as well as losing the Number One Contendership match for the Bad Blood title earlier tonight.
Rose: That’s all good and dandy but who will Jessie face for the Showtime title since Brooklyn and Brianna pinned each other?!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Which leads me to addressing the current situation of this double pinfall.
The crowd break out in alternating chants of “BriBri” and “Brooklyn”.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Normally I wouldn’t be satisfied with this end result as I think there should be a clear, concise champion decided at a pay-per-view event. In a normal situation, I would flex my general manager muscle and declare the match continued for thirty more minutes in order that we leave Detroit, Michigan with a champion!
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: But it seems that Bloodbath is on tight pay-per-view time restrictions, so I have deemed at the very next Anarchy broadcast Brooklyn and Brianna Brookes will wrestle one more time and there will be a clear and concise Showtime Champion declared!
Cheers ring out from the audience.
Alexander Corvis: What an announcement from our general manager! This great match will continue at the very next Anarchy!
---Backstage Security Footage---
The screen goes to static before opening up to a live feed from somewhere in the backstage area and a closed door in black and white.
Alexander Corvis: What... What's this?!
Rose: I think thats the offices of Joshua Samson and the Samson Family locker room?
As the camera zooms in the door creaks open slightly just enough for a familiar face peeks from behind the door.
Rose: That's Oliver Black! What is the World/Bad Blood Champ doing in the locker room of the Samson Family!?
Oliver's head peeks from behind the door looking both ways for the coast to be clear. When he sees the hallway empty he fully steps out from the doorway. Wearing slacks, a vest and sunglasses. Spinning his umbrella on his finger before resting it on his shoulder.
Alexander Corvis: I’m getting word that Black has attacked Chris Crippler with his famed umbrella! Shades of last month’s pay-per-view when he took out Bill Ryder moments before their triple threat World Title match!
Oliver whistles as he struts away exiting down the hall.
Rose: The pep in Oliver's step means trouble! Someone better get some help in there!
Coming Soon
Alexander Corvis: Well, fans...this one is going to be interesting…
Rose: I assume by interesting, you mean...the night when the son of a savage gets what he deserves?!
While the two announcers continue to discuss the upcoming match with each other, the cage that had spent the night hanging above the ring finally begins to lower. The fans rise to their feet in anticipation—growing louder and louder until the cage surrounds the ring.
Patricia Downs: The following is a CAGE MATCH for the Bad Blood Championship! This match can be won either by escaping the cage or by 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 limps out from behind the curtain.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, he is the challenger...from Colchester, Essex, England... weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds and standing 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. Once he reaches the ring, he looks at the cage for a moment before shaking his head. He climbs into it and waits patiently for the arrival of his opponent, ignoring the mixed response that he's still receiving.
Alexander Corvis: I am very surprised that Crippler is going to be able to wrestle in this match after being attacked earlier tonight by Black.
Rose: Chris is a goddamn warrior! There is no way he was going to sit this one out, Alexander!
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 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 cage, 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 his opponent...from London, England...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds and standing at a height of five feet ten inches….he is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion...he is the reigning, defending, and undisputed Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Bad Blood Champion...he is The Nightmare….Oliver Black!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: I wonder what Black has to be thinking that now Red Dragon and Killjoy have lost their matches tonight there is no Black Asylum to watch his back?
Rose: Well it was by his own mouth. He can only blame himself if the rest of the Samson Family get involved somehow tonight!
Crippler and Black continue to stare each other down as they wait for the referee to call for the bell. The two men begin to jaw at one another, the fans unable to hear a word that either of them are saying. The discussion continues a few seconds longer—stopping only when Crippler steps forward and slaps Oliver Black in the mouth.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Black immediately begins to fire hard right hands at Crippler's face. The fight begins as the door is officially shut and both men are trapped within the cage.
DING DING DING!!
Bloodbath Main Event: Bad Blood Championship Match: Steel Cage Match: Chris Crippler vs Oliver Black
[/center]Alexander Corvis: These two are wasting no time in getting things started and you have to figure that Oliver Black felt absolutely insulted by whatever Chris Crippler just said to him!
Rose: Why does it have to be Chris’ fault? When are you going to accept that Oliver is the terrible person of the two?!
Oliver Black continues to pound away on Chris Crippler with hard right hands. Crippler tries to back away from Black and perhaps escape the ring—momentarily forgetting that there is a cage keeping him inside of it. Unfortunately for him, Oliver is able to take advantage of the brief lapse in concentration. Black runs at Crippler and throws himself at the challenger, crushing him against the cage. Crippler remains on his feet but groggily staggers toward the center of the ring. Black responds by hoisting Crippler into the air and holding him above his head. He does this for just a few seconds before dropping Crippler to the mat with a stalling suplex! The challenger hits the mat hard.
Alexander Corvis: Oh, I have a feeling that Black won't be content to win this match by simply escaping the cage. He's only going to walk out of this cage if Crippler is out cold.
Rose: And that's terrible and disgusting!
As soon as Chris is back up on his feet, Oliver quickly closes the gap between the two of them. He grabs Crippler and tries to shoot him across the ring. Crippler responds by pulling Black in and driving his knee hard into Black's ribs. He quickly follows it up with a second and then a third knee strike. Black doubles over in pain as Crippler hits him with a hard European uppercut to send Black staggering. Unfortunately for Crippler, Black stays on his feet. Black charges at the Samson Family member in hopes of sending him down to the mat, only to have Crippler responds by lifting Black into the air and slamming him into the cage!
Crowd: OHHHHH!!!
Black tries to pull himself back up to his feet as Crippler turns around and immediately starts to climb up the cage. The fans cheer on his efforts to escape, but as soon as Crippler realizes that Black will be able to stop him, he hops back to the mat. He quickly grabs Black and locks in a front facelock.
Alexander Corvis: Very smart of Crippler to not let Black throw him off of the cage there! I don't think people realize how high up these cages are until you see them in person!
Rose: I also LOVE that Chris is trying to escape instead of proving a point that doesn't need to be proven! Win and move on, Chris!
Alexander Corvis: I'm betting you'd call Black a coward if he tried to escape? Like father like son!
Crippler continues to apply pressure in hopes of wearing Black down. He uses his knees to great effect as well, but despite his best efforts, Black nonetheless fights his way out of the grasp. He shoves the challenger away. Crippler staggers a few steps, but regains his balance quickly. He steps toward Black and nails him in the mouth with an elbow shot, and then a second. Black staggers back. Crippler grabs him and immediately tries to send Black in the direction of the nearest turnbuckle. Black reverses the attempt and Crippler crashes hard into the turnbuckle. Black comes following close behind and nearly crushes Crippler against the turnbuckle with a big splash just seconds later!
Unfortunately for Black, Crippler is able to duck out of the way just in time. Black crashes into the turnbuckle and slumps against it. Crippler grabs his head from behind and begins to drag it back and forth along the steel cage in hopes of hopefully opening up some sort of wound. Crippler grabs Black from behind and delivers a German suplex that is bridged into a pin attempt.
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Black powers out!
Alexander Corvis: And you thought he'd just try to escape…
Rose: Not only did Chris manage to draw a little bit of blood just now, but he also followed it up with a very impressive suplex!
Alexander Corvis: Crippler just needed Black to know that he's not afraid of using the cage, either! He's going to make this match his own!
Oliver tries to pull himself back up to his feet, ignoring the tiny trickle of blood that is currently on his forehead. Crippler steps back and gives him the space to do so. Once Black finally reaches his feet, Crippler hurries over toward him and immediately goes for Black's head with a hard knee strike! The impact of the blow sends Black staggering around, though he manages to remain on his feet. Crippler pulls Black in and tries to lift Black up onto his shoulders for a rolling fireman's carry. Before he can actually do so, Black hits Crippler with a hard elbow and lands on the mat behind him. Crippler turns around to face Black, only to have Black lift him into the air and snap off a Samoan Drop! Black hooks the leg and covers.
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Crippler kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: I don't know if Black thought that he'd win it with that, but I do think that it was a good idea to slow the pace a bit.
Rose: Of course you would want the result that gives Oliver more of an opportunity to hurt Chris!
Alexander Corvis: Unlike yourself, Rose, I’m an unbiased commentator.
Black grabs Crippler and drags him back up to his feet. Black hits Crippler in the mouth with another hard right hand. Crippler staggers, but remains upright and fires off a European uppercut of his own! The two men begin to exchange blows with one another. Black eventually takes control of the brawl, using the opening to ram Crippler hard into the cage—with Crippler's already injured shoulder hitting it first! Crippler staggers from the impact before Black hoists Crippler onto his own shoulders for a running powerslam!
Rose: Damn him! Going for the shoulder like that…
Alexander Corvis: Is Oliver Black supposed to avoid doing ANYTHING that might hurt Crippler? Honestly?
Black takes a step forward, but before he can actually slam Crippler to the mat, the challenger frees himself from Black's grasp and lands on the mat behind him. He waits for Black to turn around and face him before stepping forward and kicking Black in the mouth with a savate kick! Groggy, Black drops to a knee. Crippler tries to use this opening to his advantage, turning around and starting his climb up the cage, slightly favoring his shoulder during the climb. Unfortunately for Crippler, just as he starts to get close to the top, Black grabs him. Crippler tries to kick Black away from him, but Black ignores his efforts and pulls Crippler off of the cage. He catches him in the air and delivers a huge powerslam! Black hooks the leg and covers.
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Chris Crippler kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: That was a HUGE slam!
Rose: And now I'm sure Oliver's going to do something terrible to Chris in an effort to end his career! There's no reason for ANYONE to applaud a slam like that!
Crippler crawls over to the ropes and tries to use them to pull himself back up to his feet. Oliver watches for a moment before spotting another opening to strike. Once Crippler is standing, Black runs at him and tries to crush Crippler against the cage. Crippler steps out of the way just in time. Black is able to grab the cage in an effort to keep himself from crashing into it, Crippler nonetheless hits Black from behind to knock him into the cage! He runs Black's head across the steel once again to draw a bit of extra blood out of the wound on his head before pulling Black back toward the middle of the ring and trying to wrestle him into a dragon sleeper!
Rose: There you go, Chris! Wear him out! He can't fight forever!
Despite Crippler's best efforts to lock the hold in properly, Black uses his strength to just barely hold Crippler off. Black frees himself from Crippler's grasp and creates a bit of space between the two of them. Crippler grabs Black from behind and tries to drag him toward the center of the ring. He spins Black around and tries to set him up for a fisherman's suplex. Black responds by lifting Crippler into the air. He takes a step back before dumping into the cage. Crippler hits it hard before landing on the mat. He tries to stagger back up to one knee, but gets caught with a charging Oliver Black, who delivers a huge shining wizard!
Crippler uses what energy he has to roll over toward the cage. Black looks at him and shakes his head before telling the referee to open the door.
Alexander Corvis: Oliver Black has Chris Crippler out after that huge clothesline, and though Crippler was able to avoid the pin, I'm not sure he'll be able to keep Black from just walking out of the cage!
Rose: Damn it! This is horrible!
The referee does open the door as Black casually begins walking toward it. He takes one final glance back at Crippler to make sure that he's down before getting ready to step out to the floor. Before he can, Brooklyn suddenly hops over the guardrail and slams the door in Black's face!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
The impact sends Black staggering back just a bit. He tries to recover, but before he can, Crippler manages to grab Black from behind. He spins Black around and delivers a European uppercut, and then a second, and then a third—the mad flurry of blows knocking Black back into the ropes. Black uses the ropes to stay upright. Crippler steps forward and delivers a flying knee that sends Black into the steel cage! Blood begins to flow a bit more freely, but Black somehow is able to hold himself up with the help of both the ropes and the cage. Brooklyn begins to plead for his Samson Family stablemate to step through the door and exit the cage. Crippler turns toward him and DEMANDS that Brooklyn head to the back, drawing quite a few cheers from every fan in attendance!
Rose: What an honorable competitor! Chris doesn't want to win this match because he got help! He wants to do it the right way!
Alexander Corvis: You're aware that he already received the help, right?
Rose: And judging by the way that Chris responded, I think it's safe to assume that he didn't actually ask for the help! He just received it! And now Chris is setting things right!
Alexander Corvis: I'd argue, but judging by the response that these fans are giving...I think I'd be in the minority…
Crippler notices that Black is still somehow holding himself up on his feet. He tells the referee to close the door and immediately tries to take advantage of the fact that Black is barely upright. Crippler connects with another European uppercut before dragging Black out toward the center of the ring. Crippler tries to wear Black down with a few extra knee shots before hoping to wrestle him into Lexington Road Shooter (sharpshooter)! Black does everything he can to position himself in a way that would keep Crippler from locking in the hold. The two men continue to struggle for positioning.
Alexander Corvis: Crippler trying his hardest to get the Lexington Road Shooter applied and Black is trying his hardest to stop it!
Crippler doesn't seem like he's getting any closer to locking in the hold. Black shifts his positioning just enough to start making it back up to his feet. Crippler wisely releases the hold and instead grabs Black to lock in a front facelock and further wear him down. Black lifts Crippler into the air and slams him down to the mat—albeit, without much impact! Crippler staggers back up to his feet. Black bounces off of the ropes only to have Crippler step forward, kick him in the gut, and deliver the Crippler DDT (modified evenflow DDT) instead! Crippler rolls Black over and goes for the cover, failing to hook the leg.
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Oliver Black somehow gets the shoulder up in time!
Alexander Corvis: I think the look on Crippler's face says it all right now.
Rose: How do you even kick out from something like that? How?
Alexander Corvis: Black has shown no indication that he'll quit anytime soon in this one! Crippler's going to have to do something to pick up the win here!
Rose: Stay on him, Chris! Keep on hitting him! He's going to fade eventually!
Crippler grabs Black and drags him closer to the steel cage. He slams Black's head into it, continuing to try and open up the wound on Black's head to the best of his ability. Crippler steps back as Black continues to drag himself back up to his feet, blood dripping to the mat below him. Crippler continues to look at Black with malice in his eyes. Once Black reaches his feet, Crippler charges at him! Unfortunately for Crippler, Black steps forward and lifts him into the air, delivering a sitout spinebuster! Black barely has the energy to cover immediately afterward, but does so nonetheless.
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KICK OUT!
Alexander Corvis: When you watch two men give a performance like this, you can't help but understand just how important the Bad Blood Championship is!
Rose: I’m just tired of seeing someone like Oliver representing this company!
Black is the first of the two men to make it back up to his feet. He grabs Crippler and pulls him in close. A slight smirk comes across his face as he tries to lift Crippler into the air. Crippler does what he can to shift his weight to bring him closer to the cage. He reaches out and grabs hold of it. Crippler turns around and kicks Black HARD in the head, sending him staggering back. He then starts to climb up the cage from his relatively high position. He gets ready to push himself over the top and out to the floor, when Black throws himself into the cage for the purpose of knocking Crippler off balance. Though Crippler keeps his grip on the cage, the impact does slow him down enough to keep him from getting over the top. Black grabs Crippler's leg and tries to pull him down to the mat.
Alexander Corvis: It's not often you see someone throw themselves into the steel like that, but Black knew that it was the only way to keep Crippler from getting over the top!
Rose: Just break free, Chris! Kick him one more time! You can do this!
Crippler tries to pull himself out over the top of the cage, though Black refuses to let go of him. The crowd cheers loudly in excitement, eagerly anticipating what's going to happen next. Suddenly, the struggle comes to an end as Black pulls Crippler down off of the cage. Crippler starts his fall from the top of the cage, though Black catches him behind the head and uses the extra momentum to deliver an absolutely devastating Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker)!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rose: HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT! CHRIS’ FACE HAS GOT TO BE BROKEN!!
Alexander Corvis: Oh...my...gosh...
Black hits the mat hard as well, but manages to crawl over on top of Crippler for the cover.
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match…AND STILL the Bad Blood Champion….Oliver Black!!!
Alexander Corvis: Oliver Black did it!
Rose: No!
Alexander Corvis: Both of these Anarchists left it all on the line and did everything they could to win! In the end, though, Oliver Black is the man that found a way to pull a victory out of the air!
Rose: This is terrible…
The fans give a relatively mixed response to the result, with Black lying on the match in his blood—completely exhausted from the effort that he had to give. The referee checks on both men. Black starts to pull himself back up to his feet, devilish smile as he looks down at the unconscious Crippler..
Alexander Corvis: On behalf of my partner, Rose, I’m Alexander Corvis, we would like to thank you for tuning into Anarchy’s very own Bloodbath pay-per-view!
The referee continues to check on Black as the EHWF/Anarchy logo flashes across the screen and the pay-per-view comes to an end.
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