Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2018 17:20:43 GMT -5
EHWF cameras take us to the boiler room where we hear loud echoing clangs of metal against metal. Slowly from the darkness steps a woman holding a led pipe, it is dragging along the concrete floor as she steps into the lit area of the boiler room. Dressed in Chuck Taylor's, a pair of jeans with rips, and a sports bra beneath a sleeveless flannel, Judith lifts the pipe onto her shoulder, never looking away from the camera.
Judith Albrecht: What's happening Anarchy? Where has the competition gone? Where are your best?
Judith switches the lead pipe to her other shoulder.
Judith Albrecht: As expected, silence is your answer. You have no chosen leader. No real warrior. No one to stand out in any fashion. I'm Judith Albrecht. May the climb up vulgar mountain be hell for all of you.
Judith smiles into the camera before swinging the lead pipe and knocking out the light, shattering the light bulb in the process and leaving herself in darkness. The camera fades out as Judith is heard laughing.
Fireworks explode into the air along the entrance stage and down the rampway. The Extreme-Tron comes to life as well showcasing a montage of the Anarchists of Anarchy in in-ring action to the tune of the official theme song of Anarchy.
Rose: Welcome everyone to Saturday Night Anarchy!
The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where Alexander Corvis and Rose are seated.
Alexander Corvis: We are live from the Arena-Auditorium in Laramie, Wyoming!
Rose: In our first match of the evening we will see Bill Ryder take on Kevin Hunter. Now it has come out quite recently that Kevin was feeling a bit worn out and not very happy with how things turned out for him at Bloodbath.
Alexander Corvis: Apparently that is the case and there were a few Anarchists who spoke out against him, with only his former Sons of Chaos teammate, Daniel Keegan, coming to his side.
Rose: I don’t know whether to believe him or my Baby Daddy. But most certainly ASStrid didn’t have to go and stick her nose in where it doesn’t belong.
Alexander Corvis: Anyway back to the task at hand… Oliver Black is going to be taking on Red Dragon after the double champion said if Red Dragon and Killjoy lost their respective matches they’d be out of the Black Asylum.
Rose: And with that I think we can expect to see Oliver Black totally dominate Red Dragon. But then again… you may never know what is going to happen. Red Dragon might end up surprising us all.
Alexander Corvis: And in our main event of the evening we will see Brianna Brookes put her Showtime Championship on the line against Brooklyn and hopefully this time… we will have a winner.
Rose: After the no contest match ending at Bloodbath, both competitors are looking to not let that happen again. Brianna is going to be wanting to keep her championship in usual dominant fashion, but Brooklyn’s been on this whole new attitude as of late and is looking to reclaim the title.
Suddenly the haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face, accompanying a slight hint of rage. 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.
Alexander Corvis: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS ASTRID SEDIN DOING OUT HERE?!
Rose: Of course she has to make sure that the spotlight is on her. She’s so damn needy.
Astrid turned around to face the ring as the smirk re-appeared on her face before she began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confident as she walks. Daveena stops at the bottom of the ramp as Astrid promptly marches up the steel ring steps and enters the rings through the ropes. She walks over and grabs a microphone from one of the ring side crew as Daveena climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring. Astrid stands in the center of the ring and waits for her music to die down as well as the crowd before raising the microphone up to her lips.
Astrid Sedin: Judith Albrecht… the self-proclaimed Queen of Vulgarity. I heard the words you said and let me tell you… you’ve spoken pretty bold for someone who’s not been seen around here before. You’ve made claims about things you know nothing about and if you would kindly pull your head out of your ass… you will see what is really going on here. Anarchy isn’t a place for ignorant twats like you even though we do seem to have our fair share. So let me clue you in on the goings on of Anarchy.
Astrid takes a deep breath, looking back at Daveena and then back out to the crowd.
Astrid Sedin: My name is Astrid Sedin… but I think you already know that and I… I am the Queen of Anarchy and around here, the Samson Family runs things… much to your chagrin. And there is only room for one queen and bitch… it isn’t going to be you and it will never be you. Now Joshua might have made the mistake of signing you to Iconic Sports Management but let me tell you this, you aren’t going to be finding any favor with him here. And if you think that you’re going to trap him into making another mistake, well do you really think that I’m going to be letting that happen? Especially after you tried baiting my soon-to-be niece Jazmin into going out when, if you weren’t so damn ignorant you’d know, she was looking after my sister while Joshua and I were enjoying a pre-wedding trip to Paris.
Licking her pinky nude lips, Astrid rolls her eyes as the fans rain down a mixed reaction upon her.
Astrid Sedin: You might be part of the Iconic family but you won’t be a part of the Samson Family. You are nothing but a toxic stain that will soon realize that she isn’t shit and run along home. You are nothing but a silly little girl, who might not be new to this business but you’re definitely new to this company. You will need to grow the fuck up and quickly if you’re going to make it here. All the words that came out of your mouth are pure horseshit and if I was medically cleared to compete tonight, I would definitely be willing to give you the welcome that you deserve. But since I can’t, I am volunteering my bodyguard Daveena since she still has to make it up to me for her failure weeks ago. I will consider it her way of making it up to me.
Alexander Corvis: So are we going to have a match? Daveena’s not even under contract as a wrestler!
Rose: (rolls eyes) When did this become the Astrid Sedin Show?
Daveena climbs into the ring as Astrid makes her way over to the commentators’ table to sit next to Corvis.
Alexander Corvis: Welcome back to the broadcast table, Ms. Sedin.
Rose: Hold on! Is this really an official match? Who gave you the authority to make matches, ASStrid?!
Astrid Sedin: Why don’t you grow up Rose and try using an insult that I haven’t heard before? Joshua made the match before I walked out here. I wanted it to be me… but like I said, I’m not medically cleared after the beating I gave Killjoy at Bloodbath.
“Hermes Freestyle" by Saint Jhn begins to play and Judy Ballistic strides to the ring with confidence.
Patricia Downs: Coming to the ring making her Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation wrestling debut...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds and standing at five feet eight inches...this is the Queen of Vulgarity…JUDY BALLISTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Astrid Sedin: I don’t get why this one acts like she’s so great. I know what’s going to happen to her in the end… hello pink slip!
Alexander Corvis: Come on Astrid, you can’t honestly think that? She hasn’t had a chance to prove herself yet?
Astrid Sedin: The only woman in this company I’ve ever considered to be on my level was Brianna Brookes. Rudy Judy thinks that because she’s part of ISM she’s hot shit. But I am the queen around here.
Rose: The queen of su…
Astrid Sedin: Finish that sentence Rose and I will shove my foot down your freakin’ throat.
The two women stand in the ring, waiting for the match to begin. A few seconds later, the referee runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Daveena immediately runs across the ring and hits Judith with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Judith staggers around from the impact, giving Daveena a chance to grab hold of her. She shoots Judith across the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound. Daveena steps toward the middle of the ring and delivers a big boot that sends Judith crashing down to the mat. Daveena smirks as Judith wisely rolls out of the way and tries to pull herself back up to his feet. Judith uses the ropes to speed the process up a bit, though unfortunately for her, Daveena runs and nails her with a running European uppercut near the ropes! Judith staggers forward and then falls to the mat, giving Daveena a chance to hook the leg.
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2...
Judith kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Daveena is pretty impressive out there for someone who’s never stepped foot into a ring as a competitor before.
Astrid Sedin: I’ve recently begun paying for her to get some training so she can better perform her bodyguard duties. I believe she’s only been training a month.
Rose: And where’s that been huh? The hood? She’s so sloppy its not funny.
Astrid Sedin: Why don’t you get in the ring then? Oh I forgot… you became a commentator because you couldn't hack it in the ring. Shut your trap, Rose.
Daveena grabs Judith and brings her back up to her feet. She shoves Judith back against the ropes before nailing her with a few hard elbow shots to try and wear him down once again. Daveena shows off her strength for the fans in attendance by grabbing Judith and hoisting her high into the air, holding her above her head, and stepping toward the middle of the ring. Before Daveena can do anything, Judith manages to free herself from Daveena's grasp. She lands on the mat behind Daveena, grabs her, and rolls her up with a schoolboy.
1…
2...
Daveena kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Honestly Ballistic didn’t think that rolling Daveena up was really going to pay off. Daveena is too big for such a move… no offense to you or Daveena, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: With bigger opponents you can’t roll them up because they’re more likely going to power out and blast you across the ring in the process.
Rose: Maybe with you… but Judy isn’t you.
Astrid Sedin: Exactly… and soon she’s going to realize that she’s nothing more than bottom feeding scum and I’m the goddamn Queen of Anarchy!
Daveena gets back up to her feet, still looking ready to fight. Unfortunately for her, Judith seems to be ready for her. Daveena steps toward Judith, only to get kicked in the back of the head with an enziguri! Daveena staggers from the impact, giving Judith a chance to pull Daveena in. Judith hits her with a vicious chop to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!!
Judith then sends kick to the ribs that doubles Daveena over. Judith pulls Daveen’s head in and commences to dump Daveena on her head with a pulling piledriver!
Alexander Corvis: I just got word that Ballistic calls her pulling piledriver finishing move Ignorant Shit!
Astrid Sedin: Sounds like her….
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Daveena kicks out again!
Astrid Sedin: I would say that Daveena is doing pretty well for not having that much training wouldn’t you, Rose?
Alexander Corvis: Well I personally think she’s doing pretty well.
Astrid Sedin: Alex my dude, hush up please… I was talking to Miss I Think I Know All.
Rose: I don’t even know why Mr. Samson would make such a stupid match. This is a bit disrespectful.
Astrid Sedin: Says the wrestling failure.
Judith nods and tries to line herself up with Daveena, who slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Seeing an opening, Judith bounces off of the ropes and attempts to send Daveena crashing back to the mat with a shining wizard! Unfortunately for her, Daveena ducks underneath the attempt. Judith's knee hits the mat but she nonetheless pulls herself back up to her feet. She turns around to face Daveena, who charges forward and hits Judith in the mouth with an elbow shot. The impact of the blow sends Judith stumbling back. Judith bounces off of the ropes and then staggers forward with Daveena delivering a discus clothesline!
Astrid Sedin: I will admit Daveena is going to need some refining before she gets in the ring again. She wanted to do this and she did owe me one.
Rose: Are you sure you didn’t just want to destroy Judith after your Twitter exchange last week?
Astrid Sedin: I admit that yes I do… but if I wanted to destroy her, it would be me in that ring, not Daveena.
Alexander Corvis: What has gotten into you lately, Rose? You don’t seem like yourself.
Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, Judith tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Daveena is ready to take advantage---charging forward looking to possibly hit an avalanche! Seeing the charging Daveena, Judith quickly reacts by lunging forward an connecting with a superkick!
Rose: Does Judith call that something, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: Actually she does, Rose. She calls it Vulgarness is Bliss.
Astrid Sedin: I always knew she was ignorant. Hell… one of the definitions of vulgar is to be characterized by ignorance of or lack of good breeding or taste. So I’m going to bet she doesn’t really know that.
Judith looks over at Astrid, gives her a middle finger as Astrid gives her one back while looking away, and then covers Daveena.
1…
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3!!
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...Judy Ballistic!!!
Rose: Looks like your plan really didn’t work out ASStrid.
Alexander Corvis: How do you even know what her plan was? You should know by now that nobody knows Astrid’s plans except Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: Exactly Alex… why can’t your cohort be as smart as you?
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Anarchy fades back in from a commercial break to show Butterscotch Monroe standing backstage. Butterscotch smiles as she turns from the camera to greet a certain woman, who was becoming a fixture on THIS show, walking the halls.
Butterscotch Monroe: Let's see if we can get a few words with the Wildcat. Savannah, do you have a minute?
Savannah: For you, Butterscotch. I even have two.
The two laughed as they loosened up.
Butterscotch Monroe: So… two shows, two visits. Are we starting to pick out drapes for the Anarchy dressing room?
The backstage interviewer chuckles as Savannah nearly growled.
Savannah: I think it's a done deal. What with all the shit that's going down over on Mayhem with the Weasel and his bitch. It's like I said out there…
Savannah turned to indicate the direction toward the ring - and a good thing too as Astrid Sedin walked into the shot accompanied by her bodyguard Daveena.
Astrid Sedin: Well… well… well… look at what the rabid cat dragged in.
Astrid’s signature smirk was upon her lips as she flicked a section of her platinum and pink hair behind her shoulder.
Astrid Sedin: Another piece of trash who couldn’t hack it on Mayhem.
Butterscotch and her crew took several steps back, anticipating trouble, Savannah faced the Queen of Anarchy without a flinch at her words.
Savannah: I knew you'd be sticking your nose into things. What's the matter?
She glanced at Astrid's bodyguard.
Savannah: Don't think you can take me on alone?
Astrid Sedin: Oh Daveena? She’s obligated to follow me. Only place she doesn’t is Joshua’s office and the bathroom. Those were the stipulations Joshua put into her contract.
She smirked.
Astrid Sedin: Do you feel threatened by her? Besides, she’s here for your protection.
Astrid gave Savannah a once over, looking her up and down before shaking her head.
Astrid Sedin: I am surprised that you have a brain in your head considering you look like you climbed out of the dumpster. Yes… I’m sticking my nose into things because you thought that it would be a good idea to hang on my man. Joshua is my fiance, forever mine until the end of time. You just got lucky that I had bigger things to do at Bloodbath or I would’ve confronted you then. You don’t want to end up like Killjoy now do you?
Astrid turned to Daveena and whispered something before the tall woman turned and walked away.
Astrid Sedin: Now it’s just us and the dumbass Butters over there.
Savannah did not seem to be upset- until Astrid mentioned Butterscotch.
Savannah: Butterscotch is no 'dumbass'. As for me. I spent my evening in Laramie what happens when you're a fucking little bitch who thinks she can get away without respect. I might have enjoyed you coming to see that- maybe even becoming part of it!
Astrid Sedin: Laramie is a shit hole and I am looking forward to getting the hell out of dodge and back to LA with my man. And if you don’t like the way I am tough… I’m not changing for anyone especially Mayhem’s trashy castoffs like you.
Astrid turned and looked at Butterscotch, using her left hand to brush some hair out of her face, showing off her big engagement ring.
Astrid Sedin: As for that thing, I have my reasons for hating her… like the way she tries to pry into people’s personal lives like she deserves to know.
Astrid turned her head back to Savannah.
Astrid Sedin: But I hate you a hell of a lot more because you are utter trash who tried to get with a man who was spoken for… even if it wasn’t public knowledge. You really are a thirsty bitch.
Savannah: Maybe, if you treat them right, people won't get deep in your shit. They don't get into mine - and there is a reason I call myself Savannah here.
Some of the rage dropped from the Wild Cat's face.
Savannah: As for Joshua. What I did when I did was before he announced his engagement to you. I'm a few things, but I don't step on those kind of toes. So if that's the only thing stickin' in your craw, missy…
Astrid Sedin: He has always been mine… for a year now Joshua Samson has been mine. You are so damn thirsty and desperate that you couldn’t wait til we had a fight so you could try and slither in like the snake you are. You see… I know your type of woman, ready to cling on to a rich man at the first chance so that he can treat you like Christian Grey treated Anastasia. But I’m Anastasia and you’re that psycho Leila bitch. Back the fuck off and go back to Mayhem. Because things aren’t going to be ANY easier for you here.
Savannah laughed in Astrid's face. She could not help herself.
Savannah: Whoa! You must think that you and Joshua are the only two people in this whole wide world, the way you think that I've been stalking you for a year? Until he came to me to offer what I know is a life belt off a sinking ship the only thing I knew about Joshua Samson Esquire was that he was GM of Anarchy - along with a few rumors about other things. Upon meeting him? Sure I liked him! He's intelligent and witty and you have to admit, he cuts a fine figure in that suit of his! And, like I said at the time he was, so I thought, available. As for all those other people I've never met them.
Astrid Sedin: HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK!? WERE YOU NOT AT CHRISTMAS CHAOS!? You know what, I retract my previous statement… you are perhaps the dumbest bitch that I’ve ever met. Everyone knows who the people in Fifty Shades of Grey are… even those who’ve not read the books or seen the movies. Joshua and I have been VERY public with our relationship except for the one week we were back together because we just wanted to enjoy ourselves without the prying eyes and ears of idiots like you and Butterscotch. Everyone knew we were dating and living together since October of last year… so don’t go and pull this bullshit act with me.
Savannah smirked.
Savannah: Actually…
She then shook her head.
Savannah: You know what? No. I'm not going to account for every second of time until my arrival here AFTER Christmas Chaos! Nor an I going to bother explaining to you that, even if I HAD been there, I would have been rooting for my friend Thor and not looking around for a fucking DATE! Just leave it at the fact that I was severely cut off from the outside and I've had better things to do since then than worry about a fucking MOVIE!
Astrid Sedin: You mean your return. I know you were in EHWF before but quit because you couldn’t hack it. Just admit it… you wanted the D and are mad because it’s mine.
Savannah nearly growled and was suddenly in Astrid's face!
Savannah: You stupid, self centered little BITCH! I had arranged for a few weeks out to take care of a small repair on my knee- before that asshole Creed turned it into major surgery, off time and rehab- then a rebuild of skills at a minor fed! You're the only one fixated on Joshua's fuckin…
And just at that moment, the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire Joshua Samson, Esquire approached the two ladies and got between then, putting his back to his fiancee Astrid and holding his arms up as the wirey Astrid tired to get around him.
Astrid Sedin: Let me get to her Joshua! Let me kick the shit out of this bitch!
Savannah: Yes, Joshua, Let her go! I've already kicked one bitch's ass tonight one more won't matter!
Joshua shook his head as turned around and face Astrid, clearly not happy with the situation as he grabbed her shoulders.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: I told you to take it easy tonight. Now you go off and try to pick a fight!
Astrid Sedin: She’s fuckin’ PROVOKING ME!
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Do you want another fine on your hands? Do you want your aspirations at the Heavyweight Championship to disappear? You know you’re on thin ice with the board after the shit you pulled in the past. I’m asking you to behave for one night.
Astrid Sedin: What fun is there in behaving?
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Goddamn it, Asti! Can you for one minute not act like a complete asshole right? She’s not under contract here so if you were to go after her the repercussions for you would be severe. Besides… you’re not even medically cleared. You didn’t even have to be here but I let you tag along because I know you wanted to be here.
Astrid Sedin: But I still want to kick the shit out of her.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Do it for me! Please, Lil Bit…
Joshua brought his right hand up and gently ran it down the side of her face, caressing her chin even so slightly as she started to relax a bit.
Astrid Sedin: Fine… but keep this gutter trash away from me.
Savannah muttered behind Joshua's back.
Savannah: Any time you want to try me, bitch…
Joshua turned to face Savannah now, glaring at her.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: You are a guest here on Anarchy and I expect you to be on your best behavior like I do Astrid. One more comment like that out of you and I won’t stop her because you are clearly trying to provoke her.
Astrid moved to his side and put her arm around his waist, a smirk starting to come across her lips again.
Astrid Sedin: You see baby… I told you she’s not any good.
Astrid looked up at Joshua before reaching up, pulling his head down to hers as pressing her lips to his passionately as her seems a bit hesitant before his arms wrap around her waist and they melt into one again. When they part, Astrid wipes her lipstick off his face before turning to Savannah.
Astrid Sedin: What were you saying bitch?
Savannnah: You really going after Black?
Astrid Sedin: I’m going after whoever is Heavyweight Champion, not like that’s any of your concern because you’ll never be on my level.
Savannah rolls her eyes.
Savannah: Girl can't even wait on a compliment.
Astrid Sedin: So are you going to go away or not?
Savannah: Was going to wish you luck before I did but…
Savannah turned to Butterscotch to continue her interview as if nothing had just happened.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Butterscotch, you are to interview Anarchists… that is what I hired you for.
Astrid put her arm around his waist again as he put his around her shoulders. The couple walk off as Butterscotch shrugs her shoulders Just as the scene begins to fades back to ringside Savannah suddenly collapse to the floor.
Patricia Downs: The following match scheduled for ONE FALL!
"Dust" by Tremonti plays over the sound system to usher in Kevin Hunter.
Patricia Down: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and standing at six foot five inches….representing the Sons of Chaos...he is the Alpha King...KEVIN HUNTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Hunter is on a mission to utterly destroy his competition tonight! It was recently revealed that Hunter and Bill Ryder had an offscreen relationship that was severed by Ryder because Hunter believes that Ryder has allowed the Samson Family to influence him.
Rose: How old is Kevin?!
Patricia Downs: Introducing second, from Fort Wayne, Indiana...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds and standing at six feet three inches...representing the Samson Family...he is the Sovereign King...BILL RYDERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd showed a mixed reaction towards the opening chord of the former first-ever EHWF World Heavyweight Champion, and self-proclaimed Sovereign King, Bill Ryder. The opening chord to Killswitch Engage's "Holy Diver" continued to consume the crowd's attention, as they awaited the arrival of their hero. Through the curtain two figures emerged from behind the curtain to elevate a mixed response from the apprehensive crowd. Amanda Greene stood off to the right, allowing "The King" to take center stage where he rightfully belonged. He taunted by spreading his arms outward, showing off his fresh new wrestling attire. He was seen wearing long white vinyl spandex with gold trim and lettering. His hands covered in white leather gloves with the initials "SK" written across each of them in gold print. The white and gold kick-padded boots matched perfectly his newest black and gold "Sovereign King" zipup hood that he kept unzipped in order to show off his world famous six pack. The heavily bearded, long dark brown hair with a section bleached out to look apart from most unoriginal men.
The beautiful "Matriarch Queen" stood strongly to his left hand side, supporting him by wearing one of his newer black Ryde of Your Life tanktops that too was marked in metallic gold lettering. Her pumpkin orange dyed hair flowed freely past her shoulders and nearly halfway down her back. Amanda also wore a pair of plain black spandex pants, metallic gold nike air max shoes, and matching black half sleeves that ranged from her wrist all the way up and slightly past her elbows. She flashed him a smirk drenched in confidence, her eyes glowing in devotion towards him. He gently tucked his left arm around the back of her neck and together they headed down the ramp towards the ring.
He walked with such a cocky strut of cocky arrogance. He stopped at the bottom of the ramp, allowing her to take her own path towards the ring, while he casually made his way up the steps before entering the ring. He continued to glance out into the crowd of low class citizens.
The Matriarch Queen met him in the center of the ring where she dropped down to both knees with her back now facing him, as the two of them continued to glare out into the crowd. He then shifted his movement before the live crowd, lifting his head upwards and towards the rafters above the ring. He stretched his arms outward, once more as if he was a man praying to be sacrificed to the God's above. He stayed like this for a few seconds before lowering his head, showing off the kind of malicious smile the devil himself would approve of. The two of them embraced their moment in the spotlight, basking in it every second they could. When "Holy Diver" finally came to an end, he followed her back over towards the ropes where in gentlemen like fashion he assisted her out of the ring by placing the weight of his left foot on the bottom rope, allowing her the necessary space to exit the ring.
Rose: Baby Daddy probably has the longest and most over exaggerated ring entrance in EHWF history!
Alexander Corvis: From your mouth to my ears, Rose.
Rose: He was always so full of himself.
Alexander Corvis: Well right now he has earned it as he is the Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Championship. Word is he will be getting that shot in July at the Meltdown pay-per-view!
The camera pans to Amanda in her seat near the commentators’ table. She waves to the fans at home while inside the ring Hunter and Ryder circle each other for a few moments. Ryder goes in to grapple and Hunter connects with a left jab that stops him in his tracks. Ryder stands up straight again and rubs his nose with the back of his hand. He smirks before taking a wild swing at Hunter, who side steps the punch and resumes circling his opponent. Ryder shrugs off the failed attempt. He pulls back in his stance waiting for Hunter to step in. Hunter does and Ryder is able to take his back with an attempted German suplex. Hunter is able to get an elbow to stop him, Ryder releases the hold and steps back.
Rose: It looks like Baby Daddy is trying to hit some pretty big moves but they don’t seem to be working out.
Alexander Corvis: Yes… it does appear that here at the beginning, Kevin Hunter has an answer for everything that Bill Ryder has been attempting.
Hunter begins to lay into Ryder with a combination of rights and lefts. He sends him into the corner. Realizing he is in trouble, Ryder counters with an elbow smash that sends Hunter to his knees long enough for Ryder to hit him with a DDT.
Alexander Corvis: Woo… that was a hard DDT there from Ryder. Are you sure you want to be rooting against him? This drive he’s been on since his return from injury seems to be working in his pursuit to reclaim the Heavyweight Championship.
Rose: Well even though Kevin has failed to defeat Oliver Black, I don’t think that Bill is ready or deserving of the opportunity. Maybe someone that is where week after week and puts everything on the line should be in that spot.
Alexander Corvis: Someone like Astrid Sedin?
Rose: You got jokes, huh, Alexander?!
Both men are up on their feet again and neither wants to give an inch. Hunter gets in Ryder’s face wagging his finger. Ryder smacks his hand out of his face before pushing him. Hunter pushes him back. Hunter hits Ryder with a right, then another. He whips Ryder into a corner, rushes at him, and hits a flying knee. Hunter then sends a staggered Ryder to the mat with a swinging tornado DDT.
Rose: And just like that, the momentum changes in favor of Kevin who hits Baby Daddy with a DDT of his own.
Alexander Corvis: I don’t know what is going on between the two of them, but between Hunter’s confession of being burned out and upset and Ryder saying that there is no outside of the arena relationship like Hunter’s wife or fiance or girlfriend… I don’t know what she is to him… I think maybe Hunter feels like he’s been made a fool.
Before Ryder can stand, Hunter has his knee to Ryder’s back and is wrenching back on a chin lock. Ryder stretches his arms out in an attempt to shift his weight to throw off Hunter’s hold. Hunter smirks and wrenches back more. This causes Ryder to scream out in pain and stop his attempt. Hunter releases the hold.
Alexander Corvis: I think Hunter realizes he isn’t going to put Ryder away with a chin lock.
Rose: Has anyone ever won a match with one of those?
Ryder climbs to his feet. Hunter runs in and connects with a Superman punch. Ryder wobbles and Hunter hits two punches followed by a shoot kick followed by a spinning backfist followed by a lariat. Hunter runs to the corner and with a single leap is on the top rope. He launches himself off with a moonsault but Ryder is able to roll out of the way at the last minute and Hunter crashes to the mat hard!
Alexander Corvis: OOH! That looks like it had to hurt. But that is the risk you take when you throw caution to the wind.
Ryder rolls away and pulls himself up by the ropes. He waits, catching his breath, as Hunter gets back to his feet. Ryder runs at hits Hunter with a single leg dropkick.
Alexander Corvis: I have a feeling that this match is on the verge of becoming a full out brawl. Both of these men have a lot to prove and want to remain in the championship picture… even though they’ve both lost against Oliver Black.
Rose: Though you have to remember that Baby Daddy never got his fair rematch and was attacked backstage by Oliver that put him on the shelf for a couple of weeks.
Ryder wastes no time in returning to the offensive. He grabs Hunter by the feet and kicks the inside of his knees with sharp kicks before dropping into an Indian deathlock. Hunter thrashes around but can’t find the rope. Hunter shakes his head back and forth, trying to ignore the pain. He starts to turn but Ryder bridges his back to sharpen the pressure on Hunter’s legs. Hunter cries out and balls up his fists before pounding on the mat trying to psyche himself up to turn over the hold.
Alexander Corvis: It looks like Bill Ryder is looking to cause Hunter so much pain that he submits. Do you feel like it’s a bit of a desperation move?
Rose: I don’t know. But I do know that both of these men aren’t ones to give up easily.
Hunter eventually begins to lose steam. He falls back on the mat, his eyes fluttering… trying to fight through the pain.
Alexander Corvis: Hunter has to be careful, if he doesn’t figure out something quick he may go out.
Suddenly his eyes open wide. He grits his teeth and toughens it out. He turns over the hold, now inflicting damage on Ryder’s legs. Ryder breaks the hold and scrambles to get back to his feet. Hunter, possibly overcome with adrenaline, kips up much to the astonishment of the crowd.
Crowd: LET’S GO, KEVIN!! LET’S GO, KEVIN!!
Rose: Now I’ve heard it all! These Wyoming fans are cheering for Kevin Hunter!
Ryder takes a swing at Hunter, who again, side steps and uses an armdrag to position Ryder in a figure four arm lock.
Alexander Corvis: Ryder can’t be feeling too good right now. The pressure that is in his arm has to be very painful.
Rose: These guys are becoming a bit desperate to put the other one away.
Ryder fights for as long as he can, but soon his eyes start to get heavy. Hunter applies more pressure to his neck. Ryder shakes his head while Hunter yells out as he pulls back on the hold.
Alexander Corvis: I don’t know how much more either of these men have. Hunter wants Ryder to submit but Ryder… doesn’t show any signs of submitting.
Ryder is able to turn his legs out and loosen Hunter’s grip. He is able to turn on his back and with a quick chop, he frees his trapped arm.
Crowd: LET’S GO, BILL! LET’S GO, BILL!
Rose: And just like that… Baby Daddy is free and he doesn’t look too happy.
As Ryder climbs to his feet, Hunter attempts to whip him against the ropes. Ryder reverses and sends Hunter bouncing off of the rope. Ryder lunges forward with his Ryde of Your Life (superkick). Hunter ducks under the superkick. Ryder turns around to face Hunter and the Devil Incarnate connects with his Buried Alive (jumping cutter)!
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match….Kevin Hunter!!
Rose: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Alexander Corvis: Kevin Hunter has defeated Bill Ryder here tonight!
Ecstatic with his victory, Hunter screams in the face of Ryder before sliding out of the ring to make it back up the rampway. Ryder pushes himself back up and glares at the retreating Hunter.
Rose: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Alexander Corvis: I am equally as stunned as you are, Rose!
Suddenly Lord Raab comes out of the crowd and dives into the ring. He sneaks up behind Ryder and wallops him with an axe-handle smash that buckles him at the knees. Raab laughs and snatches Ryder up before he can come to his senses. The Masked German Monster slams him back down with a devastating powerbomb. He begins to stomp on Ryder, not letting him even get his bearings, kicking him again over and over.
Alexander Corvis: This really needs to stop!
Rose: I didn’t even know Lord Raab was even in the building tonight!
The referee calls for Raab to break it up, but the Monstimal leader ignores the official. He picks Ryder up and headbutts him several times before pulling him into a bearhug. Raab carries on his attack by lifting Ryder up for the Killerbuster (double arm brainbuster). Amanda, having seen enough, leaps up onto the apron. She tries to hit Raab with a missile dropkick but misses. Raab drops Ryder, snatches Amanda up, and hits her with the Chokeinator (chokeslam).
Alexander Corvis: This is…we have to get some paramedics out here!
Rose: Sure but they don’t have to rush or anything!
Raab rolls out of the ring and walks over to Patricia Downs to snatch the microphone. Ryder manages to sit up and notices Amanda laying on the mat. He rushes over to check on her. With anger etched on his face, he turns to face Raab.
Lord Raab: Bill, if you thought we were done then you are mistaken. Look what I did to your bitch!
Raab drops the mic and heads toward the back. Ryder checks on Amanda again. She says something inaudible, he nods before gets to his feet and takes off running after Raab.
Alexander Corvis: Oh my…
Rose: That was awesome!
The scene fades in on the office of the general manager. We see Astrid Sedin sitting on the black leather couch, her legs extending out in front of her as she tapped away on her phone. She only looks up when she hears the office door open to see backstage interviewer Butterscotch Monroe followed by Astrid’s fiance, Joshua Samson, Esquire enter into the room.
Astrid Sedin: Um no… this isn't happening. I told you I didn’t want to talk to her ever again Joshua!
Astrid put her phone down on top of her purse that was by her side. Butterscotch rolls her eyes upon hearing the young woman’s voice.
Astrid Sedin: You told me to try to calm down and you bring her in here?
Joshua Samson, Esquire: She has a job to do, Asti, and that job is to interview the Anarchists of EHWF.
Astrid Sedin: She can do her job… with the OTHER Anarchists… ones she hasn’t disrespected and who want to rip her hair out.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: We’ve been over this countless times, Astrid. You are a wrestler of this company as such you have a contractual obligation to do interview with that appointed interviewer. That interviewer is Butterscotch.
With a slight smirk on her face, Butterscotch looks down upon the Queen of Anarchy.
Astrid Sedin: After what she did… naw… I’d rather take a fine or punishment.
Astrid smirked back.
Astrid Sedin: Two can play that game Butters.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m not asking you, Astrid. You have no other choice.
Astrid Sedin: Still no… Hell no. Not after the shit she pulled at Bloodbath and the shit she’s done over the past few months.
Butterscotch Monroe: And this is what you have hopes of representing Anarchy as the Heavyweight Champion one day, Joshua? You’ll have a better chance with me being the face of this company. She is far from a champion, a professional, or even an adult.
Astrid Sedin: SEE! And you want me to sit across from her and talk to her as if she hasn’t been a disrespectful cow. The only way that would happen is if you sat here and played referee. Otherwise, there’d be yet another incident tonight.
Butterscotch Monroe: Oh I’m not worried about you assaulting me, little girl. There won’t be a simple fine. No, you’re be out on your little behind.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Ladies, ladies! Just calm down and let me handle this, Butterscotch.
He gives Butterscotch a reassuring glance before walking over to stand in front of Astrid. He begins to talk to her in a low enough voice where only she can hear.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Astrid Rona Sedin, you will do this and any other future interviews that are required of you.
Astrid folded her arms across her chest and huffed.
Astrid Sedin: What is in it for me? If I’m going to have to suffer through such torture… I’m going to need some incentive to not fuck her up.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: The incentive is because the General Manager of this show is ordering you to do it. Also there’s pizza AND tacos involved later tonight.
Astrid quickly relaxed her posture and slapped her hands down on the surface of the couch.
Astrid Sedin: Well that is all you had to say then.
She stood up and walked over to him seductively, hooking her arm around his neck.
Astrid Sedin: You know all the right words to make me happy.
Shaking his head and exhaling louding, Samson gives her a quick peck of a kiss before speaking at a normal voice.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Good. Now that’s settled, I have some things to take care. Both of you behave yourself.
He walks to the door and looks back to lock eyes with Astrid.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Pizza AND tacos.
Astrid Sedin: Oh you totally want something from me too.
She winked her right eye as she waves coyly at him.
Astrid Sedin: Don’t take too long, loverrrrr.
He eyes her suspiciously, shakes his head, and walks out closing the door behind him.
Butterscotch Monroe: You ready, Astrid?
Astrid Sedin: Your time has already begin to run out.
Astrid walks back over to the couch and sits on it, laying across it so that Butterscotch couldn’t sit anywhere near her.
Astrid Sedin: The countdown has begun and if you don’t want the bomb to go off… you better hurry up.
The interviewer rolls her eyes as she sashays over to a chair in front of Samson’s desk and has a seat.
Butterscotch Monroe: First order of business, so it is safe to say that the union of Astrid Sedin and Joshua Samson is back together?
Astrid rolled her eyes as she raised her left hand in such a way Butterscotch could see her engagement ring as she swept some hair out of her face.
Astrid Sedin: Yeah… we’re totally back together in every sense of the way. In fact… we were back together at Bloodbath too. We just didn’t want anyone to know. I kind of liked playing a trick. But it was a sad sight to behold when I saw that creature from the black lagoon Savannah hanging on him like he was a piece of meat.
Butterscotch Monroe: So why the ruse?
Astrid Sedin: Because that’s what Joshua and I agreed on. Not like it was anybody’s business anyway. So what… we wanted to enjoy a bit of time together without everyone jumping down our throats. Which is exactly what you did at Bloodbath.
Butterscotch Monroe: What I did? Oh, you mean my job.
She shakes her head.
Butterscotch Monroe: You’re collecting quite the rogue gallery of enemies lately. Last week you had a very heated social media exchange with the newest Anarchist, Judith Ballistic, that lead to an impromptu match earlier tonight between her and your bodyguard, Daveena. Not to mention the pull apart encounter you had a few moments ago with Savannah. What is it with you an other females?
Astrid Sedin: I just don’t like other women because most of them are either materialistic and petty… or just plain dumb. Stupid Judy… she just… well she falls into the dumb category with a dash of “I can’t handle my own shit”. I think she might even be a tad bit bipolar. She starts shit with me by invading a conversation between Joshua and I and then goes and tells my soon to be niece to control me and when she got a dose of reality, she’s all like fuck you too then. She brought the shit back up after I’d just shrugged it off and let it go past me because I’m bigger than that. And you say that I’m a silly little girl… why don’t you go and talk to the 22 year old who acts like a chest puffed out 16 year old salty bitch. Pfft… and she calls me the salty one. Ha… I just have things she wants and won’t ever get.
Butterscotch Monroe: And your thoughts on Savannah, especially now that it has all but been confirmed that the Wildcat will be bringing here talents to the green brand of EHWF?
Astrid Sedin: I just find it funny that all these bitches start popping out of the woodwork, wanting to poke the bear right as I’m posed to go further in my pursuit of the EHWF Heavyweight Championship. Savannah obviously couldn’t hack in on Mayhem so she’s jumping ship instead of standing up and fighting. Savannah is a coward… plain and simple. And once I’m in position… I’ll leave her broke and destitute just like I will Judith and whoever I defeat for the championship. It’s time I get the spotlight that I deserve.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m glad you brought up your Heavyweight Championship aspirations. Your Samson Family mate, Bill Ryder, is next in line to challenge Oliver Black for the title which is rumored to take place at the upcoming Meltdown pay-per-view. Many feel that it should be you in place of Ryder. What are your thoughts on that?
Astrid Sedin: OK… for one Bill is the only one who is as deserving as I am. He never got his fair one on one rematch and when he did get his rematch, it was going to be a triple threat and Oliver Black took him out like the coward that he is. People have been feeling I should be at the forefront for quite a long time now. So until my time comes, I’ll keep proving time and time again that I’m deserving of a shot. At least I don’t suck and fail like Kevin Hunter did and then go and make false claims about being buddies with Bill.
A slight chuckle escaped from Astrid’s lips.
Butterscotch Monroe: I think that is all the questions I have for tonight, Astrid. Thank you.
She stands up and then stops.
Butterscotch Monroe: Off the record, you and Joshua recently spent the weekend in Paris. How was it?
Astrid Sedin: It was wonderful, magical and romantic. The dinner at La Tour Eiffel… it was the most romantic thing anyone, including Joshua, had ever done for me. It’s a beautiful city that I’m happy I got to experience with the one I love.
Butterscotch Monroe: That’s wonderful to hear. I hope I can do that one day as well. And from there you guys made a pitstop in Las Vegas, huh?
Butterscotch raises her eyebrow as she gazes upon Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: No… Vegas was before Paris. We had some business to handle involving some property we had our eyes on. We were only there for a few hours before continuing on to Los Angeles.
Butterscotch Monroe: Property. Interesting.
Astrid Sedin: Yes property… nothing more, nothing less.
Butterscotch Monroe: Of course. Well, I’ll leave you be.
She walks to the door and much like Samson earlier, she stops and turns back to give Astrid her attention.
Butterscotch Monroe: That’s a beautiful TWO band engagement ring, Astrid. Congratulations.
Astrid Sedin: Oh yeah… Joshua does have a good eye.
Butterscotch snickers as she opens the door to leave Astrid alone in the room. Astrid rolls her eyes and grabs her phone again, firing off a text before storming out of the room in search of Joshua.
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Backstage Lord Raab makes his way out of the arena, headed toward the escalator at a brisk pace. Suddenly Bill Ryder catches up to him and hits him from behind with a chair. Raab falls forward, but quickly pushes himself up off of the floor. Ryder returns with another chairshot across his back. Raab arches his back and turns to face Ryder, who drops the chair and hits Raab with a spear that sends both of them flying onto the escalator. They tumble and roll until hitting the bottom with a thud. They then roll away from each other.
Slowly the two Anarchist get to their feet and begin to trade blows. Security and EMTs flood the area to separate the two enraged men.
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Cameras pan to the ring, inhabited by Jo Peachtree, her fist clutching a microphone as she glares around the arena taking in the sights of the blinding lights and deafening crowd.
Alexander Corvis: It’s time for the continuation of a great match at Bloodbath between Brooklyn and Brianna Brookes for the Showtime Championship!
Rose: That sure in the hell doesn’t look like Patricia Downs in the ring!
Although Jo Peachtree didn’t fully understand the fascination with championship belts, baby oil, and satin trunks, she had to admit that this was exhilarating, to say the least. When the fans small chorus of jeers were silenced, she’d lift the microphone to her full cherry lips to begin.
Jo Peachtree: Good evening all, my name is Joanna Peachtree of Iconic Sports Management, and I am a representative for the man-beast otherwise known as, The Indestructible Force.
Rose: Ah, so that’s who she is. She manages Brooklyn.
Alexander Corvis: Whoever she is, the Anarchy fans don’t appear to be huge on her or her affiliation with the Samson Family.
Jo Peachtree: As I’m sure you’re all well aware of by now, my client has been going through a phase of redemption; one he has familiarized us with such colorful hashtags: #rebuild, #redefine, and #rededictate. I won’t go into detail, but late last night he called me up for an impromptu meeting in which he spilled his guts to me; I was informed of his true motives for leaving the EHWF all those months ago - but more importantly - what, or should I say who, almost prevented him from ever coming back. This person whom he trusted with his livelihood, played a major role in his self destruct; but luckily I was around to pick up the pieces and resculpt him anew.
Alexander Corvis: Where is she going with this?
Rose: Shh! I want to hear, Alexander.
Jo Peachtree: Alas, he remains damaged by said individual. To help him gain closure, I have taken certain liberties in inviting the Judas to come to Anarchy so that they may settle their dispute once and for all. Now, without further delay, please aid me in welcoming our special guest of the night, Edward Fine.
Making his way on-stage is Edward Fine, a microphone in hand, and the tails of his blazer blowing in the breeze of his stride; he doesn’t appear to be too happy to be within Jo’s presence, but for the sake of his relationship with Brooklyn, he had to tell him the truth. And seeing as he would deny all of his advances (i.e. phone, email, texts) this seemed like his only chance of doing so. But it was a huge risk. Brooklyn was never one to use his words whenever his emotions would get the better of him.
Rose: Now there’s a familiar face! Edward Fine, Brooklyn’s original manager.
Alexander Corvis: Or handler.
Rose: Meh, whatever floats your boat.
He enters the ring approaching her, seemingly ready for a verbal showdown.
Edward Fine: Joanna Peachtree. Now it suddenly makes sense, why he hasn’t returned a single text message and been screening my calls for months, it all makes perfect sense! It’s you. You’ve been the slithering serpent in the Garden, the little bug in his ear, likely, telling him how horrible of a person I am.
Jo Peachtree: Oh, no, I haven’t been doing any of the sort, Edward; because your actions have served as clarity enough.
Edward Fine: I have a very good reason for doing what I did --
Jo Peachtree: Really?! How do you excuse paying off the Mother of his Child to ‘go away’? How do you excuse stealing? How do you excuse bribery -- money laundering? You know what, save it, because I don’t care. All these years and you are still as desperate and pathetic as you were back in college.
Edward Fine: Excuse me?
Jo Peachtree: You heard me. Your entire career was built on Brooklyn Stuart, the football star, the Cleveland Brown, the extremist, the Red Haired Menace, you pull that crap and yet I’m the snake?? From the beginning you’ve been whispering sweet nothings and faux promises in his ear that you haven’t made good on. Merchandise. Movies. Wealth. Yeah, he told me. You’ve had a year to deliver those things and you failed; but three months with me and he’s got merchandise flying off the shelves and a new contract in the works.
Edward Fine: Okay, maybe I did fail him...I was not Manager of the Year, heck, I probably wasn’t even an honorable mention. But I was a darn good friend to him. I gave him a shoulder when he was conflicted. I gave him encouragement when his faith was but a slender reed. I gave him --
Jo Peachtree: Ugh! My God, just stop it already. This is beginning to get tiresome. We get it, you tried to be his friend instead of his manager, but you failed at both! You overstepped your boundaries on more than one occasion, and it’s high time you faced judgement...but not from me and not from Brooklyn, because he no longer exists. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome, Cerberus!
Alexander Corvis: Cerberus? Who is that?
Rose: We’re about to find out...
Joanna extends an arm towards the entrance ramp as the arena lights faint to the pulse of the opening chord of “This Means War”. An on-stage explosion of pyrotechnics preludes 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.
Alexander Corvis: Brooklyn?? So Brooklyn is Cerberus?
Rose: Suddenly those tweets make sense.
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; in the ring closest to Jo, is where he resides giving Fine a death stare. His music fades and Fine takes a step towards him, having seen that threatening look in his eye on many occasions, he doesn’t appear to be phased by the large brute.
Edward Fine: Brooklyn, finally, I just want to say --
Jo Peachtree: Did you not hear me?’
She interrupts.
Jo Peachtree: His name is Cerberus. Brooklyn, was that little pup you led on a leash, Cerberus is an unhinged maddog.
Edward Fine: You can change his appearance and you can change his name, but he is who he is.
As the two begin to bicker, the Indestructible Force intervenes, snatching the microphone from Joanna’s hand startling them both into silence with his bark.
Cerberus: Enough! You think Jo is behind the new look, the new attitude, the new name, but she isn’t...not really, anyway. I wanted this. I agreed to a new haircut, I wanted a new name, I requested a the new look and she obliged. This exactly my problem. People trying to tell me who I am, what I am, or what I should do, when they barely even know me. Which is why I’ve decided to pull out of my chase for the Showtime Championship. The only reason I did it was because I owed Samson a debt, she swept in trying to take over, and I obstructed her...I discredited her...and now my debt has been paid. Besides I’m in my sophomoric year why the hell should I be chasing after a lower tier championship? I’m better than that and I deserve more -- hell, I want more for myself.
Edward Fine: I agree. I’ve always thought you deserved more.
Cerberus: But you lied, connived, and stole from me...
Cerberus takes a threatening step in Fine's direction.
Edward Fine: Look, I don’t know what they’ve been feeding your head with, but that’s only half the tru --
Cerberus’ large palm engulfs Fine’s neck, losing all means of breathing, Fine instinctively drops the microphone and clutches onto Cerberus’ wrist struggling to free himself from the hold.
Cerberus: Enough talking...enough of your lies...enough of you…
With that being said, Cerberus tosses his microphone and places Fine onto his shoulders to the appeasement of Joanna, who stands by with a wide grin on her face.
Rose: Oh God, what is he doing??
Alexander Corvis: No, Brook -- I mean Cerberus, don’t do it! The Raging Inferno!!
Planted into the canvas and unconscious with possible injuries, was Edward Fine. Cerberus gets to his feet, examining the damage he’d done, then turns to leave the ring.
Rose: Now that, was hard to watch. We’re going to need an EMT down here, and quick!
Alexander Corvis: Hold on a minute, he’s stopping, why is he stopping?
Rose: I don’t know but I don’t like that look in his eye.
Cerberus pauses, slowly looking back over his shoulder with fire in his eyes at the motionless Fine; deciding not to vacate the ring just yet, he retreats to the nearest turnbuckle stalking Fine like a wild animal before bolting toward him.
Alexander Corvis: Wow! The Last Resort!! A punt kick to the cranium, nearly taking Edward Fine’s head off! Somebody please get out here!!
EMT’s suddenly fill the ring along with security personnel and officials, all of who instruct Cerberus to leave the ring. “This Means War” by Nickelback sounds off in the arena once more before suddenly being interrupted by "Dope Show" by Marilyn Manson. The Mongrel, microphone in hand, makes his way out onto the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face as pyro showers down from all around him.
Alexander Corvis: Is that...yes that is The Mongrel!
Rose: Holy cow, we haven’t seen the big guy on television in months!
The Mongrel: Allow me to properly re-introduce myself, Mister Cerberus. My name is William Travis Saint but to the wrestling layman, I am best known by the moniker of The Mongrel. We’ve crossed each before backstage but I’ve never truly got the pleasure conversing with you. Of course this isn’t the optimal encounter for a formal conversation; the destruction of your friend and manager notwithstanding.
Mongrel slowly begins to walk down the ramp as he talks.
The Mongrel: I am sure the pervading thought currently in your mind is “why is The Mongrel intruding upon the time allotted to me?” The answer is quite simple: you are still contractually obliged to wrestle here tonight upon Anarchy, whether that opponent is the current Showtime Champion, Brianna Brookes, or someone else.
The Reason There Is Fear On Earth makes it halfway down the ramp. His focus is strictly upon his Samson Family stablemate.
The Mongrel: And although you have publicly announced you have distanced yourself from Miss Brookes and the Showtime Championship, you need not worry about the Angel of Anarchy making any kind of appearance tonight as I have taken care of that moments ago.
Rose: Is Mongrel saying he took out Brianna before he came out here, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: That’s the only way I can interpret what he said. I haven’t gotten an official word yet about Brookes whereabouts or condition.
The Mongrel: The path is clear for the impending encounter. The first stage of the inevitably destruction of a union held so sacred by a selfish, arrogant man.
Still focused upon the red haired man in the ring,Mongrel gets to the bottom of the ramp.
The Mongrel: Mister Cerberus, “I’m your huckleberry.”
The enormous Mongrel pulls himself onto the ring apron before stepping over the top rope to enter into the ring.
Alexander Corvis: If I’m not mistaken I believe that The Mongrel just challenged Cerberus to a match right here, right now!
Rose: Is he...did he...I’m so confused...
A referee runs down and slides into the ring just as Jo Peachtree makes a quick exit out of it.
Alexander Corvis: I’ve just received word that this is indeed an official match!
Rose: But...but...they’re Samson Family!
Before Patricia Downs can begin her introduction, the wrestler formerly known as Brooklyn runs across the ring and immediately begins to exchange a series of hard right hands with Mongrel!
DING DING DING !!
Blow after blow connects as Cerberus does as much damage as he can to Mongrel in a short period of time--the fans absolutely losing their minds he does so!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Cerberus knocks Mongrel back against the ropes and immediately bounces himself off of the ropes! He throws himself at Mongrel, sending the big man over the ropes with a big clothesline much to the delight of the fans! Their roar of approval is immediately cut off by a roar from Mongrel. He glares in the ring at Cerberus and practically dares him to bring the fight outside of the ring.
Alexander Corvis: Well, this is off to a quick start!
Rose: Bit of an understatement, don't you think?!
The two men continue to glare at each other as Mongrel slowly climbs back into the ring. Once in the ring, Cerberus immediately begins to pound away on Mongrel with a series of strikes! Blow after blow connects as Mongrel tries to regain control of the situation. He finally succeeds in shoving Cerberus away. Cerberus tries to close the gap only to have Mongrel hit him with a throat thrust!
Cerberus stumbles as Mongrel charges and connects with a big boot! He grabs Cerberus by the throat and drags him back up to his feet. Mongrel casually lifts his former stablemate into the air before slamming him down to the mat with a chokeslam! Mongrel covers Cerberus for the pin attempt---only to have him grab Mongrel's right arm and lock in a kimura instead!
Alexander Corvis: Cerberus is letting The Mongrel know that he is going to be in for one hell of a fight tonight!
Rose: I guess breaking the man's arm would be one way to prove just how much of a fight it's going to be!
The fans are on their feet as Cerberus continues to try and break Mongrel's arm! Mongrel tries to power his way out of Cerberus's grasp, but to no avail. Mongrel powers Cerberus up enough to slam his back to the mat, causing Cerberus to release the hold. Mongrel backs away and glares at Cerberus, who slowly begins to drag himself back up to his feet. Once Cerberus is standing, he charges at Mongrel in an effort to keep his momentum alive...only to get caught in a swinging side slam instead! Mongrel goes for the cover.
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Cerberus kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: The Mongrel was a millisecond away from a pinfall victory over Cerberus!
Rose: I’m still so confused on what this match is all about? And what in the hell happened to Brianna?!
Mongrel shakes his head in defiance before grabbing hold of Cerberus and pulling him back up to his feet. He hits Cerberus in the mouth with an elbow shot that nearly takes him off of his feet. He follows it up with a second, Cerberus is barely able to hold himself upright. Cerberus stumbles back to the ropes as Mongrel shows off his surprising agility! He charges and tries to send his opponent out of the ring---only to have Cerberus catch him by surprise with a bicycle kick! The impact sends Mongrel staggering back to the ropes. He tries to recover, but Cerberus charges forward and hits Mongrel with a Shakunetsu Hadoken Knee that sends Mongrel staggering through the ropes and out onto the floor!
Alexander Corvis: Oh wow!
Rose: I'll give him all the credit in the world...Cerberus looks like he's holding his own against this monster tonight!
Cerberus steps out to the floor, despite the referee's efforts to keep him in the ring, and immediately begins to pound away on Mongrel. The referee begins his countout.
1...Cerberus grabs Mongrel's arm and wraps it around the ring post!
2...He slams it into the ring post once in an effort to wear Mongrel down!
Rose: That is going to hurt in the morning!
4...Cerberus then rests the arm against the ring post and smirks, the fans getting loud.
5...Cerberus steps back a bit and then runs forward, trying to crush the arm against the ring post with a bicycle kick! Mongrel just barely pulls his arm away in time, Cerberus crashing into the ring post instead!
Alexander Corvis: Both of these Anarchist need to be aware of the referee’s count!
Rose: I don’t think either one cares, Alexander. They just want to kill each other at this point!
7...Cerberus staggers and nearly loses his balance. Mongrel recovers and immediately bounces Cerberus' head off of the ring post, drawing blood!
8...Mongrel casually grabs hold of Cerberus and hoists him into the air. Cerberus is able to deliver a sharp knee o Mongrel’s forehead, drawing blood!
9...The two Anarchist stand face-to-face going toe-to-toe with clubbering blows on each other.
10...the referee signals for the bell.
Patricia Downs: As a result of a countout BOTH The Mongrel and Cerberus have been disqualified!!!
Rose: After this display you have to know that Cerberus and The Mongrel are far from over!
Officials flood down the ramp in order to attempt to break up the brawl between the Anarchist.
Alexander Corvis: Hopefully we can get these two apart during the commercial break!
**Coming in July**
Patricia Downs: The following non-title contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is the Anarchy main event!
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: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown...weighing two hundred and thirty-seven pounds and standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is the Minister of Evil….Red Dragon!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: With Killjoy already gone from EHWF due to her losing her I Quit match at Bloodbath, it all falls upon the shoulders of Red Dragon to defeat Oliver Black in order to keep the Black Asylum intact.
Rose: You know, Alexander, after a night like tonight anything is possible around here!
The arena goes black causing the arena to pop. A blood curdling scream echoes through the arena before the stage lights up with bright white lights that pulse with the bass of the song. "The Black Asyulum" flashes across the screen above the ramp.
"The Nightmare" Oliver Black makes his way out onto the stage. Upon his face is a creepy ram mask. The face is a crimson blood red, the rams horns black as night twist above his head. His trade mark umbrella resting upon his shoulder. With his free hand he unclasps the buttons to his long black trench coat and throws it open go reveal the EHWF World Championship. He throws his head back in a sinster laugh before he slowly makes his way down the ramp. The Misfit trails a few steps behind his son, the Bad Blood Championship draped over his shoulder.
The two men enter the ring, the Misfit slowly circles the ring while Oliver Black climbs the turn buckles, one leg up to the top rope the other on the second. He slowly peels back the mask revealing his face to the crowd. Black reaches behind his back unlatching the World Title. He throws both his arms out, in one hand his umbrella the other the championship.
Patricia Downs: And his opponent, from London, England…. weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds and standing at a height of five feet ten inches...he is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Bad Blood Champion….he is also the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion...he is the Nightmare….Oliver Black!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Black is riding high on a very successful singles win streak, Rose. He has proven time and time again why he holds both the Bad Blood Championship and the Heavyweight Championship!
Rose: If he was so great then why isn’t either of those titles on the line here tonight against Red Dragon?
DING DING DING!!
Dragon and Black eye each other from across the ring. They step forward simultaneously, both going for a tie up. Dragon quickly overpowers the champ and spins him around into a reverse waistlock. He lifts Black into the air and slams him down onto the mat, keeping his grip around the waist. Black wiggles a little bit before managing to slip out of Dragon’s grasp. Both Anarchists get to their feet. Dragon snags Black by the head in a headlock and flips him over onto the mat. Black’s shoulders are down and the ref begins to count.
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Black lifts his shoulder up.
Alexander Corvis: Very sneaky move there by Red Dragon that resulted in an early pin attempt.
Black lifts his legs up, wrapping them around Dragon’s neck, pulling him down to the mat and breaking his grip on his head. Dragon wrenches Black’s legs from around his neck and scurries to his feet. Black returns to his. Dragon charges. The Nightmare stops the Minister of Evil’s momentum by flipping him onto the mat with an arm drag and keeping him there by locking in an elevated arm bar. Dragon cringes in pain. After a few seconds, he manages to get to his feet by performing a side flip to escape the hold. Dragon then manages to lock an arm wrench on Black! Black’s returns the flip in order to break. the hold. Immediately both Anarchists take two steps back!
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon and Black are showing off their tremendous abilities early on in this match.
Rose: Very evenly contested...surprisingly.
Alexander Corvis: Surprisingly for whom?!
Rose: Just watch the match, Alexander!
Dragon and Black circle around each other. Black quickly moves forward and grabs Dragon’s arm, spinning behind him, and cinching him in an hammerlock. Dragon takes a second and then spins behind Black, putting him in a hammerlock! Black reverses again, this time pulling Dragon into a headlock. Dragon lifts Black up in an attempt to throw him off, but the Champ hangs on, landing on his feet and flipping Dragon over onto the mat, headlock still locked in. This time, Dragon’s shoulders are on the mat as the referee begins to count.
1...
Dragon lifts his shoulder up immediately and fights up to his feet, Black retaining his grip.
Rose: I was just thinking what a nice cold beer would taste like right now. You think you can handle this while I run to the concession stand, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: Rose, if you don’t sit down here and do you job like a professional!
Dragon sweeps Black off his feet, releasing himself, and diving on top of him. Black rolls away before Dragon can do anything. Black runs at him and Dragon immediately looks to execute a hip toss, but Black lands on his feet! Black runs, pivots, and flips Dragon over with a monkey flip. Dragon lands on his feet as well! They both turn around. Black quickly goes for a roundhouse kick. Dragon ducks underneath. Black turns around and Dragon attempts to hit him with a dropkick. Black sidesteps! Dragon gets up and the two stare each other down. Black nods and Dragon claps excitedly.
Alexander Corvis: Back and forth these two go, neither able to take advantage quite yet!
Rose: We get it, you think they’re both great, the crowd thinks they’re both great, everyone is great!
Black and Dragon circle around each other again before going in for a tie up. Dragon chops Black across the chest and then hits him with a right hand!
Crowd: WOOOO!
Black responds back with a kick to the legs and then a kick to the midsection. He runs against the ropes and bounces off, right into a back body drop by Dragon! The Minister of Evil waits for Black to get up and then whips him into the turnbuckle. Black leaps up as Dragon runs in behind him, causing the challenger to dash underneath. Dragon hits the brakes before he hits the turnbuckle and turns right around into a drop toe hold. Dragon scrambles up to his feet looking for a clothesline, but Black ducks underneath, grabs his arm and plants him to the mat with a hip toss. Black goes for a cover!
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Quick kick out by Dragon!
Alexander Green: Red Dragon is really putting his all into this match!
Rose: If he had done this in all his other matches we wouldn’t be here today waiting for this match to be over with so we can go get drunk!
Dragon gets back up to his feet and backs up into the corner. Black runs at him. Dragon blasts him in the face with an elbow! Black staggers back but runs at Dragon again, who blasts him again with a second elbow! Black drops to a knee while Dragon climbs to the second rope. He leaps off and Black catches him in mid-air with a huge dropkick! Dragon goes crumbling to the mat as Black gets to his feet.
Crowd: OOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!
A rumbling starts to stir amongst the crowd when seemingly out of nowhere Astrid Sedin, kendo stick in hand, slides in the ring and drills Black in the back of the head, knocking him down to a chorus of boos!
Alexander Corvis: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me! What is Astrid Sedin doing out here?!
Rose: Don’t be so upset! She’s the lesser of three evils!
The referee immediately signals for the bell.
Patricia Downs: Due to outside interference, the referee has declared this match a no contest!
Astrid continues to hit the downed Black with fury.
Astrid Sedin: Don't you remember what I just did to Killjoy at Bloodbath! I have ended Black Asylum... no more and now it is time that I GET WHAT I DESERVE!
Astrid stomps at Black before Dragon spins her around and gets into her face. Astrid immediately takes a step back. Dragon signals that they should team up to beat a downed Black.
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon and Sedin looking to team up to further beat down Black. This isn’t going to be good!
Astrid just looks at him puzzled for a second. Dragon seems to think he’s recruited Astrid for his cause. Dragon smirks, causing Astrid to smirk, and then move toward Oliver Black. Suddenly, Astrid taps Dragon on the shoulder, spins him around, and then blasts him with a double knee facebreaker!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rose: Holy shit is right!
Black gets to his feet. Black waits for Astrid to get up to one knee and then nearly beheads her with We are the Witches (shining wizard)!
Alexander Corvis: I think Astrid Sedin’s plan backfired big time here tonight!
Rose: ASStrid is such a dumbass. Damn it, girl!
Holding her head, Astrid rolls out of the ring to make her way up the ramp. Black grabs his Heavyweight Championship and poses on the turnbuckle holding his belt up proudly to the crowd’s surprising adoration. He drops down off the turnbuckle and rolls out the ring to grab the microphone from Patricia Downs.
Oliver Black: No! No! This isn't over! Get that peice of shit up!
Black motions to the ring where we see that George, Red Dragon’s C.A.P.O., has also made it into the ring and is crouched down next to the fallen Red Dragon. Black walking from the time keepers table tosses his two championships over the top rope followed by a chair and his umbrella.
Rose: What is this lunatic doing?
With microphone still in hand Oliver rolls under the bottom rope himself to confront his fallen opponent. Picking up the umbrella as he walks up to the two. Red Dragon now using George as support is back on his feet!
Alexander Corvis: It looks as if were finally going to find out the fate of Oliver Black's, Black Asylum!
Black reaches the microphone to his lips, heavy breaths echo through the arena as he catches his breath from his match.
Oliver Black: Chance after Chance... Opportunity after Opportunity... I gave you! All the while I searched for a glimmer of hope! Prayed their was still life in the old dogs eyes.
Rose: Just get to the point already!
Oliver Black: And all you did was fail! You failed at Blood Bath and you failed tonight!? But should I really be surprised? Thats all you've ever done! While I've made true on EVERY promise I've made! I've become the longest reigning World Champion in the HISTORY of Anarchy! And I did it ALL on my own! So you really leave me with no choice…
Crowd: No! No! No!
Alexander Corvis: There seems to be a section of EHWF fans adamant that they want the Black Asylum to remane a team here tonight. Is Black making the right choice?
Oliver Black hesitates pulling the figurative trigger on his decision. Dragon pleads with Oliver Black to reconsider, as a confused Black brushes the hair from his face before a large grin appears on his face.
Oliver Black: You leave me with no choice but to continue…
Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Alexander Corvis: He can't do it! Black can't in his heart let go of his Asylum.
George returns the grin as both he and Red Dragon's bodies release the tension they had built up. However Oliver's grin quickly fades from his face.
Oliver Black: ... To do it on my own!
With that he swings the umbrella like a bat at Red Dragon, the handle striking Dragon in the throat. As the former Black Asylum member falls to his knees clutching his throat Black lifts the umbrella over his head and brings it down repeatedly over the back of Red Dragon. A loud crack echoes through the arena as the umbrella finally breaks in half.
Rose: He's officially lost it! Just like his old man!
Alexander Corvis: Black seems to have taken a lot of pent up anger here tonight on Red Dragon! But look at George the CAPO, he isn't gonna take it lying down!
While Oliver Black brutally beat Dragon with his umbrella, George quietly made her way up to the top rope. Oliver not quite done with Dragon reaches down for the medal folding chair in the center of the ring. Turning around unaware of George's position. Just as he turns George takes his shot at Black and dives at the champion. But Black saw it coming as he swings the chair at George striking him in the face and knocking him to the ground!
Alexander Corvis: Black just swatted him out the sky like some sort of fly!
Rose: He could seriously be hurt! Someone needs to come check on George.
The echo of the metal on skull echoed loudly through the arena. Causing a hush come over the loud EHWF crowd. Black unfazed stares down at the two lifeless bodies in the ring before him as he unfolds the folding chair and places it firmly in the center of the ring. Grabbing the microphone before taking a seat in the chair.
Alexander Corvis: It looks as if Black has more to say here tonight.
Rose: Oh joy…
Oliver Black: 189 days…
Black says each slowly.
Oliver Black: 4,536 Hours.... 272,160 minuets... 51.78 percent of the year. I have been Bad Blood and Anarchy's World Champion! It is also coincidently been the amount of time I've been disrespected in this company! The amount of time I've been looked down on, been told I am unworthy of the championships around my waist! The amount of time I've been called a fluke, been called a paper champion! But not just by management, not just by the locker room but by peices of shit like the ones lying in this ring, or sitting in this arena!
Oliver Black points out into the crowd whom reply with a chorus of boos.
Oliver Black: That's right YOU have ALL doubted me! You doubted me from day one! No one thought I stood a iota of a chance against Bill Ryder and Eric Smith yet here I am! Surely he couldn't defeat a 2x Hall of Famer like Ryan Morgan! Surley a legend like Kevin Hunter will dethrone the mad king! There is no way he escapes the cage against SamFam flunky Chris Crippler. Yet here I mother fucking am!
Black stares out to the crowd as if making eye contact with each and everyone in attendance.
Oliver Black: But apparently defeating hall of famers, killing legends and dethroning god damn kings isn't enough around here! Because STILL I am doubted! Because today I got word that the longest reigning World Champion in Anarchy HISTORY will NOT be stepping inside the Meltdown Chamber! That the face on all the posters won't even be competing in the nights flagship match! Because that's not what's best for business!
Oliver Black air quotes with his free hand.
Alexander Corvis: This is a travesty, Oliver Black IS Anarchy!
Rose: Now I'm beginning to think you've drank the kool-aid.
Oliver Black: But you know what's also not best for business? Me spending the rest of this broadcast sitting in this god damn chair in the middle of this ring! But that is EXACTLY what I am going to do!
Alexander Corvis: He's hijacking the show?!
Rose: What’s left of it anyway!
Oliver Black folds his arms and crosses his feet, leaning back in the chair as the screen fades into a commercial.
**Coming in July**
Alexander Corvis: Ladies and gentlemen if you are just joining us. The Black Asylum is no more and Oliver Black has gone mad.
Rose: We have end this show so I can go get drunk! Someone needs to put a stop to this.
Oliver Black is still sitting unmoved as fans boo, some even resorting to throwing cups into the ring. As Black sits stoic with his World Championship resting on one knee.
Oliver Black: I can do this allllllll night folks! I will hold this show hostage, you will NOT go home. Until Joshua Samson gets Asrid off his dick long enough to tuck his tail between his legs, get out here and give me an explanation! An explanation as to why, ME his WORLD CHAMPION, ME who is UNDEFEATED at pay-per-view events, why I am not in the Meltdown Chamber, why I am not in the main event!?
Crowd: CUT HIS MIC! CUT HIS MIC!
Alexander Corvis: Oliver Black has felt disrespected for long enough and he's no longer accepting this sort of treatment.
Rose: Do you speak for him now?
The arena begins to rumble to life, the roars building. Its not long to see why the mood has changed as Bill Ryder appears in the crowd before hopping the barricade.
Alexander Corvis: It's Bill Ryder! Ryder is here!
Rose: Finally my prayers have been answered and someone has finally come to shut this fool up! Good for you, Baby Daddy! Now I hope he does better than ASStrid did!
As Bill Ryder slides into the ring, the reaction from the crowd has alerted Oliver Black as he pops out of the chair and turns to meet his biggest rival Bill Ryder!
Alexander Corvis: These two haven't truly come face to face since Black took Ryder out with a knee injury!
The two men stare each other down for a moment while the crowd loses it.
Rose: This is a one on one match these fans have been dying to see for a very, very long time!
The two men charge each other at the same time, as Oliver Black attempts to take out his foe with a World Title shot to the head, but the shot is quickly ducked by Ryder! Oliver Black spins around, but Bill Ryder is waiting ready for him.
Rose: Ryde of Your Life!
Ryder goes for his patent super kick variation but Oliver falls back to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope just barely saving himself from a boot to the face. Oliver Black chuckles at Bill Ryder in the ring as he slowly backs up the ramp clutching his World Championship.
Alexander Corvis: Oliver Black narrowly escaping a superkick here tonight! These two men, Champion and Number One Contender, I haven't seen two men so evenly matched in quite some time!
Rose: Good the show is finally over! Let’s get the hell out of here. First rounds on me!
Judith Albrecht: What's happening Anarchy? Where has the competition gone? Where are your best?
Judith switches the lead pipe to her other shoulder.
Judith Albrecht: As expected, silence is your answer. You have no chosen leader. No real warrior. No one to stand out in any fashion. I'm Judith Albrecht. May the climb up vulgar mountain be hell for all of you.
Judith smiles into the camera before swinging the lead pipe and knocking out the light, shattering the light bulb in the process and leaving herself in darkness. The camera fades out as Judith is heard laughing.
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Fireworks explode into the air along the entrance stage and down the rampway. The Extreme-Tron comes to life as well showcasing a montage of the Anarchists of Anarchy in in-ring action to the tune of the official theme song of Anarchy.
Rose: Welcome everyone to Saturday Night Anarchy!
The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where Alexander Corvis and Rose are seated.
Alexander Corvis: We are live from the Arena-Auditorium in Laramie, Wyoming!
Rose: In our first match of the evening we will see Bill Ryder take on Kevin Hunter. Now it has come out quite recently that Kevin was feeling a bit worn out and not very happy with how things turned out for him at Bloodbath.
Alexander Corvis: Apparently that is the case and there were a few Anarchists who spoke out against him, with only his former Sons of Chaos teammate, Daniel Keegan, coming to his side.
Rose: I don’t know whether to believe him or my Baby Daddy. But most certainly ASStrid didn’t have to go and stick her nose in where it doesn’t belong.
Alexander Corvis: Anyway back to the task at hand… Oliver Black is going to be taking on Red Dragon after the double champion said if Red Dragon and Killjoy lost their respective matches they’d be out of the Black Asylum.
Rose: And with that I think we can expect to see Oliver Black totally dominate Red Dragon. But then again… you may never know what is going to happen. Red Dragon might end up surprising us all.
Alexander Corvis: And in our main event of the evening we will see Brianna Brookes put her Showtime Championship on the line against Brooklyn and hopefully this time… we will have a winner.
Rose: After the no contest match ending at Bloodbath, both competitors are looking to not let that happen again. Brianna is going to be wanting to keep her championship in usual dominant fashion, but Brooklyn’s been on this whole new attitude as of late and is looking to reclaim the title.
Suddenly the haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face, accompanying a slight hint of rage. 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.
Alexander Corvis: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS ASTRID SEDIN DOING OUT HERE?!
Rose: Of course she has to make sure that the spotlight is on her. She’s so damn needy.
Astrid turned around to face the ring as the smirk re-appeared on her face before she began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confident as she walks. Daveena stops at the bottom of the ramp as Astrid promptly marches up the steel ring steps and enters the rings through the ropes. She walks over and grabs a microphone from one of the ring side crew as Daveena climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring. Astrid stands in the center of the ring and waits for her music to die down as well as the crowd before raising the microphone up to her lips.
Astrid Sedin: Judith Albrecht… the self-proclaimed Queen of Vulgarity. I heard the words you said and let me tell you… you’ve spoken pretty bold for someone who’s not been seen around here before. You’ve made claims about things you know nothing about and if you would kindly pull your head out of your ass… you will see what is really going on here. Anarchy isn’t a place for ignorant twats like you even though we do seem to have our fair share. So let me clue you in on the goings on of Anarchy.
Astrid takes a deep breath, looking back at Daveena and then back out to the crowd.
Astrid Sedin: My name is Astrid Sedin… but I think you already know that and I… I am the Queen of Anarchy and around here, the Samson Family runs things… much to your chagrin. And there is only room for one queen and bitch… it isn’t going to be you and it will never be you. Now Joshua might have made the mistake of signing you to Iconic Sports Management but let me tell you this, you aren’t going to be finding any favor with him here. And if you think that you’re going to trap him into making another mistake, well do you really think that I’m going to be letting that happen? Especially after you tried baiting my soon-to-be niece Jazmin into going out when, if you weren’t so damn ignorant you’d know, she was looking after my sister while Joshua and I were enjoying a pre-wedding trip to Paris.
Licking her pinky nude lips, Astrid rolls her eyes as the fans rain down a mixed reaction upon her.
Astrid Sedin: You might be part of the Iconic family but you won’t be a part of the Samson Family. You are nothing but a toxic stain that will soon realize that she isn’t shit and run along home. You are nothing but a silly little girl, who might not be new to this business but you’re definitely new to this company. You will need to grow the fuck up and quickly if you’re going to make it here. All the words that came out of your mouth are pure horseshit and if I was medically cleared to compete tonight, I would definitely be willing to give you the welcome that you deserve. But since I can’t, I am volunteering my bodyguard Daveena since she still has to make it up to me for her failure weeks ago. I will consider it her way of making it up to me.
Alexander Corvis: So are we going to have a match? Daveena’s not even under contract as a wrestler!
Rose: (rolls eyes) When did this become the Astrid Sedin Show?
Daveena climbs into the ring as Astrid makes her way over to the commentators’ table to sit next to Corvis.
Alexander Corvis: Welcome back to the broadcast table, Ms. Sedin.
Rose: Hold on! Is this really an official match? Who gave you the authority to make matches, ASStrid?!
Astrid Sedin: Why don’t you grow up Rose and try using an insult that I haven’t heard before? Joshua made the match before I walked out here. I wanted it to be me… but like I said, I’m not medically cleared after the beating I gave Killjoy at Bloodbath.
“Hermes Freestyle" by Saint Jhn begins to play and Judy Ballistic strides to the ring with confidence.
Patricia Downs: Coming to the ring making her Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation wrestling debut...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds and standing at five feet eight inches...this is the Queen of Vulgarity…JUDY BALLISTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Astrid Sedin: I don’t get why this one acts like she’s so great. I know what’s going to happen to her in the end… hello pink slip!
Alexander Corvis: Come on Astrid, you can’t honestly think that? She hasn’t had a chance to prove herself yet?
Astrid Sedin: The only woman in this company I’ve ever considered to be on my level was Brianna Brookes. Rudy Judy thinks that because she’s part of ISM she’s hot shit. But I am the queen around here.
Rose: The queen of su…
Astrid Sedin: Finish that sentence Rose and I will shove my foot down your freakin’ throat.
The two women stand in the ring, waiting for the match to begin. A few seconds later, the referee runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Debut Match: Judy Ballistic vs. Daveena
Daveena immediately runs across the ring and hits Judith with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Judith staggers around from the impact, giving Daveena a chance to grab hold of her. She shoots Judith across the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound. Daveena steps toward the middle of the ring and delivers a big boot that sends Judith crashing down to the mat. Daveena smirks as Judith wisely rolls out of the way and tries to pull herself back up to his feet. Judith uses the ropes to speed the process up a bit, though unfortunately for her, Daveena runs and nails her with a running European uppercut near the ropes! Judith staggers forward and then falls to the mat, giving Daveena a chance to hook the leg.
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Judith kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Daveena is pretty impressive out there for someone who’s never stepped foot into a ring as a competitor before.
Astrid Sedin: I’ve recently begun paying for her to get some training so she can better perform her bodyguard duties. I believe she’s only been training a month.
Rose: And where’s that been huh? The hood? She’s so sloppy its not funny.
Astrid Sedin: Why don’t you get in the ring then? Oh I forgot… you became a commentator because you couldn't hack it in the ring. Shut your trap, Rose.
Daveena grabs Judith and brings her back up to her feet. She shoves Judith back against the ropes before nailing her with a few hard elbow shots to try and wear him down once again. Daveena shows off her strength for the fans in attendance by grabbing Judith and hoisting her high into the air, holding her above her head, and stepping toward the middle of the ring. Before Daveena can do anything, Judith manages to free herself from Daveena's grasp. She lands on the mat behind Daveena, grabs her, and rolls her up with a schoolboy.
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Daveena kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: Honestly Ballistic didn’t think that rolling Daveena up was really going to pay off. Daveena is too big for such a move… no offense to you or Daveena, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: With bigger opponents you can’t roll them up because they’re more likely going to power out and blast you across the ring in the process.
Rose: Maybe with you… but Judy isn’t you.
Astrid Sedin: Exactly… and soon she’s going to realize that she’s nothing more than bottom feeding scum and I’m the goddamn Queen of Anarchy!
Daveena gets back up to her feet, still looking ready to fight. Unfortunately for her, Judith seems to be ready for her. Daveena steps toward Judith, only to get kicked in the back of the head with an enziguri! Daveena staggers from the impact, giving Judith a chance to pull Daveena in. Judith hits her with a vicious chop to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!!
Judith then sends kick to the ribs that doubles Daveena over. Judith pulls Daveen’s head in and commences to dump Daveena on her head with a pulling piledriver!
Alexander Corvis: I just got word that Ballistic calls her pulling piledriver finishing move Ignorant Shit!
Astrid Sedin: Sounds like her….
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Daveena kicks out again!
Astrid Sedin: I would say that Daveena is doing pretty well for not having that much training wouldn’t you, Rose?
Alexander Corvis: Well I personally think she’s doing pretty well.
Astrid Sedin: Alex my dude, hush up please… I was talking to Miss I Think I Know All.
Rose: I don’t even know why Mr. Samson would make such a stupid match. This is a bit disrespectful.
Astrid Sedin: Says the wrestling failure.
Judith nods and tries to line herself up with Daveena, who slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Seeing an opening, Judith bounces off of the ropes and attempts to send Daveena crashing back to the mat with a shining wizard! Unfortunately for her, Daveena ducks underneath the attempt. Judith's knee hits the mat but she nonetheless pulls herself back up to her feet. She turns around to face Daveena, who charges forward and hits Judith in the mouth with an elbow shot. The impact of the blow sends Judith stumbling back. Judith bounces off of the ropes and then staggers forward with Daveena delivering a discus clothesline!
Astrid Sedin: I will admit Daveena is going to need some refining before she gets in the ring again. She wanted to do this and she did owe me one.
Rose: Are you sure you didn’t just want to destroy Judith after your Twitter exchange last week?
Astrid Sedin: I admit that yes I do… but if I wanted to destroy her, it would be me in that ring, not Daveena.
Alexander Corvis: What has gotten into you lately, Rose? You don’t seem like yourself.
Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, Judith tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Daveena is ready to take advantage---charging forward looking to possibly hit an avalanche! Seeing the charging Daveena, Judith quickly reacts by lunging forward an connecting with a superkick!
Rose: Does Judith call that something, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: Actually she does, Rose. She calls it Vulgarness is Bliss.
Astrid Sedin: I always knew she was ignorant. Hell… one of the definitions of vulgar is to be characterized by ignorance of or lack of good breeding or taste. So I’m going to bet she doesn’t really know that.
Judith looks over at Astrid, gives her a middle finger as Astrid gives her one back while looking away, and then covers Daveena.
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3!!
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...Judy Ballistic!!!
Rose: Looks like your plan really didn’t work out ASStrid.
Alexander Corvis: How do you even know what her plan was? You should know by now that nobody knows Astrid’s plans except Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: Exactly Alex… why can’t your cohort be as smart as you?
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Anarchy fades back in from a commercial break to show Butterscotch Monroe standing backstage. Butterscotch smiles as she turns from the camera to greet a certain woman, who was becoming a fixture on THIS show, walking the halls.
Butterscotch Monroe: Let's see if we can get a few words with the Wildcat. Savannah, do you have a minute?
Savannah: For you, Butterscotch. I even have two.
The two laughed as they loosened up.
Butterscotch Monroe: So… two shows, two visits. Are we starting to pick out drapes for the Anarchy dressing room?
The backstage interviewer chuckles as Savannah nearly growled.
Savannah: I think it's a done deal. What with all the shit that's going down over on Mayhem with the Weasel and his bitch. It's like I said out there…
Savannah turned to indicate the direction toward the ring - and a good thing too as Astrid Sedin walked into the shot accompanied by her bodyguard Daveena.
Astrid Sedin: Well… well… well… look at what the rabid cat dragged in.
Astrid’s signature smirk was upon her lips as she flicked a section of her platinum and pink hair behind her shoulder.
Astrid Sedin: Another piece of trash who couldn’t hack it on Mayhem.
Butterscotch and her crew took several steps back, anticipating trouble, Savannah faced the Queen of Anarchy without a flinch at her words.
Savannah: I knew you'd be sticking your nose into things. What's the matter?
She glanced at Astrid's bodyguard.
Savannah: Don't think you can take me on alone?
Astrid Sedin: Oh Daveena? She’s obligated to follow me. Only place she doesn’t is Joshua’s office and the bathroom. Those were the stipulations Joshua put into her contract.
She smirked.
Astrid Sedin: Do you feel threatened by her? Besides, she’s here for your protection.
Astrid gave Savannah a once over, looking her up and down before shaking her head.
Astrid Sedin: I am surprised that you have a brain in your head considering you look like you climbed out of the dumpster. Yes… I’m sticking my nose into things because you thought that it would be a good idea to hang on my man. Joshua is my fiance, forever mine until the end of time. You just got lucky that I had bigger things to do at Bloodbath or I would’ve confronted you then. You don’t want to end up like Killjoy now do you?
Astrid turned to Daveena and whispered something before the tall woman turned and walked away.
Astrid Sedin: Now it’s just us and the dumbass Butters over there.
Savannah did not seem to be upset- until Astrid mentioned Butterscotch.
Savannah: Butterscotch is no 'dumbass'. As for me. I spent my evening in Laramie what happens when you're a fucking little bitch who thinks she can get away without respect. I might have enjoyed you coming to see that- maybe even becoming part of it!
Astrid Sedin: Laramie is a shit hole and I am looking forward to getting the hell out of dodge and back to LA with my man. And if you don’t like the way I am tough… I’m not changing for anyone especially Mayhem’s trashy castoffs like you.
Astrid turned and looked at Butterscotch, using her left hand to brush some hair out of her face, showing off her big engagement ring.
Astrid Sedin: As for that thing, I have my reasons for hating her… like the way she tries to pry into people’s personal lives like she deserves to know.
Astrid turned her head back to Savannah.
Astrid Sedin: But I hate you a hell of a lot more because you are utter trash who tried to get with a man who was spoken for… even if it wasn’t public knowledge. You really are a thirsty bitch.
Savannah: Maybe, if you treat them right, people won't get deep in your shit. They don't get into mine - and there is a reason I call myself Savannah here.
Some of the rage dropped from the Wild Cat's face.
Savannah: As for Joshua. What I did when I did was before he announced his engagement to you. I'm a few things, but I don't step on those kind of toes. So if that's the only thing stickin' in your craw, missy…
Astrid Sedin: He has always been mine… for a year now Joshua Samson has been mine. You are so damn thirsty and desperate that you couldn’t wait til we had a fight so you could try and slither in like the snake you are. You see… I know your type of woman, ready to cling on to a rich man at the first chance so that he can treat you like Christian Grey treated Anastasia. But I’m Anastasia and you’re that psycho Leila bitch. Back the fuck off and go back to Mayhem. Because things aren’t going to be ANY easier for you here.
Savannah laughed in Astrid's face. She could not help herself.
Savannah: Whoa! You must think that you and Joshua are the only two people in this whole wide world, the way you think that I've been stalking you for a year? Until he came to me to offer what I know is a life belt off a sinking ship the only thing I knew about Joshua Samson Esquire was that he was GM of Anarchy - along with a few rumors about other things. Upon meeting him? Sure I liked him! He's intelligent and witty and you have to admit, he cuts a fine figure in that suit of his! And, like I said at the time he was, so I thought, available. As for all those other people I've never met them.
Astrid Sedin: HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK!? WERE YOU NOT AT CHRISTMAS CHAOS!? You know what, I retract my previous statement… you are perhaps the dumbest bitch that I’ve ever met. Everyone knows who the people in Fifty Shades of Grey are… even those who’ve not read the books or seen the movies. Joshua and I have been VERY public with our relationship except for the one week we were back together because we just wanted to enjoy ourselves without the prying eyes and ears of idiots like you and Butterscotch. Everyone knew we were dating and living together since October of last year… so don’t go and pull this bullshit act with me.
Savannah smirked.
Savannah: Actually…
She then shook her head.
Savannah: You know what? No. I'm not going to account for every second of time until my arrival here AFTER Christmas Chaos! Nor an I going to bother explaining to you that, even if I HAD been there, I would have been rooting for my friend Thor and not looking around for a fucking DATE! Just leave it at the fact that I was severely cut off from the outside and I've had better things to do since then than worry about a fucking MOVIE!
Astrid Sedin: You mean your return. I know you were in EHWF before but quit because you couldn’t hack it. Just admit it… you wanted the D and are mad because it’s mine.
Savannah nearly growled and was suddenly in Astrid's face!
Savannah: You stupid, self centered little BITCH! I had arranged for a few weeks out to take care of a small repair on my knee- before that asshole Creed turned it into major surgery, off time and rehab- then a rebuild of skills at a minor fed! You're the only one fixated on Joshua's fuckin…
And just at that moment, the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire Joshua Samson, Esquire approached the two ladies and got between then, putting his back to his fiancee Astrid and holding his arms up as the wirey Astrid tired to get around him.
Astrid Sedin: Let me get to her Joshua! Let me kick the shit out of this bitch!
Savannah: Yes, Joshua, Let her go! I've already kicked one bitch's ass tonight one more won't matter!
Joshua shook his head as turned around and face Astrid, clearly not happy with the situation as he grabbed her shoulders.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: I told you to take it easy tonight. Now you go off and try to pick a fight!
Astrid Sedin: She’s fuckin’ PROVOKING ME!
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Do you want another fine on your hands? Do you want your aspirations at the Heavyweight Championship to disappear? You know you’re on thin ice with the board after the shit you pulled in the past. I’m asking you to behave for one night.
Astrid Sedin: What fun is there in behaving?
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Goddamn it, Asti! Can you for one minute not act like a complete asshole right? She’s not under contract here so if you were to go after her the repercussions for you would be severe. Besides… you’re not even medically cleared. You didn’t even have to be here but I let you tag along because I know you wanted to be here.
Astrid Sedin: But I still want to kick the shit out of her.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Do it for me! Please, Lil Bit…
Joshua brought his right hand up and gently ran it down the side of her face, caressing her chin even so slightly as she started to relax a bit.
Astrid Sedin: Fine… but keep this gutter trash away from me.
Savannah muttered behind Joshua's back.
Savannah: Any time you want to try me, bitch…
Joshua turned to face Savannah now, glaring at her.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: You are a guest here on Anarchy and I expect you to be on your best behavior like I do Astrid. One more comment like that out of you and I won’t stop her because you are clearly trying to provoke her.
Astrid moved to his side and put her arm around his waist, a smirk starting to come across her lips again.
Astrid Sedin: You see baby… I told you she’s not any good.
Astrid looked up at Joshua before reaching up, pulling his head down to hers as pressing her lips to his passionately as her seems a bit hesitant before his arms wrap around her waist and they melt into one again. When they part, Astrid wipes her lipstick off his face before turning to Savannah.
Astrid Sedin: What were you saying bitch?
Savannnah: You really going after Black?
Astrid Sedin: I’m going after whoever is Heavyweight Champion, not like that’s any of your concern because you’ll never be on my level.
Savannah rolls her eyes.
Savannah: Girl can't even wait on a compliment.
Astrid Sedin: So are you going to go away or not?
Savannah: Was going to wish you luck before I did but…
Savannah turned to Butterscotch to continue her interview as if nothing had just happened.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Butterscotch, you are to interview Anarchists… that is what I hired you for.
Astrid put her arm around his waist again as he put his around her shoulders. The couple walk off as Butterscotch shrugs her shoulders Just as the scene begins to fades back to ringside Savannah suddenly collapse to the floor.
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Patricia Downs: The following match scheduled for ONE FALL!
"Dust" by Tremonti plays over the sound system to usher in Kevin Hunter.
Patricia Down: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and standing at six foot five inches….representing the Sons of Chaos...he is the Alpha King...KEVIN HUNTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Hunter is on a mission to utterly destroy his competition tonight! It was recently revealed that Hunter and Bill Ryder had an offscreen relationship that was severed by Ryder because Hunter believes that Ryder has allowed the Samson Family to influence him.
Rose: How old is Kevin?!
Patricia Downs: Introducing second, from Fort Wayne, Indiana...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds and standing at six feet three inches...representing the Samson Family...he is the Sovereign King...BILL RYDERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
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 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.
Rose: Baby Daddy probably has the longest and most over exaggerated ring entrance in EHWF history!
Alexander Corvis: From your mouth to my ears, Rose.
Rose: He was always so full of himself.
Alexander Corvis: Well right now he has earned it as he is the Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Championship. Word is he will be getting that shot in July at the Meltdown pay-per-view!
The camera pans to Amanda in her seat near the commentators’ table. She waves to the fans at home while inside the ring Hunter and Ryder circle each other for a few moments. Ryder goes in to grapple and Hunter connects with a left jab that stops him in his tracks. Ryder stands up straight again and rubs his nose with the back of his hand. He smirks before taking a wild swing at Hunter, who side steps the punch and resumes circling his opponent. Ryder shrugs off the failed attempt. He pulls back in his stance waiting for Hunter to step in. Hunter does and Ryder is able to take his back with an attempted German suplex. Hunter is able to get an elbow to stop him, Ryder releases the hold and steps back.
Rose: It looks like Baby Daddy is trying to hit some pretty big moves but they don’t seem to be working out.
Alexander Corvis: Yes… it does appear that here at the beginning, Kevin Hunter has an answer for everything that Bill Ryder has been attempting.
Hunter begins to lay into Ryder with a combination of rights and lefts. He sends him into the corner. Realizing he is in trouble, Ryder counters with an elbow smash that sends Hunter to his knees long enough for Ryder to hit him with a DDT.
Alexander Corvis: Woo… that was a hard DDT there from Ryder. Are you sure you want to be rooting against him? This drive he’s been on since his return from injury seems to be working in his pursuit to reclaim the Heavyweight Championship.
Rose: Well even though Kevin has failed to defeat Oliver Black, I don’t think that Bill is ready or deserving of the opportunity. Maybe someone that is where week after week and puts everything on the line should be in that spot.
Alexander Corvis: Someone like Astrid Sedin?
Rose: You got jokes, huh, Alexander?!
Both men are up on their feet again and neither wants to give an inch. Hunter gets in Ryder’s face wagging his finger. Ryder smacks his hand out of his face before pushing him. Hunter pushes him back. Hunter hits Ryder with a right, then another. He whips Ryder into a corner, rushes at him, and hits a flying knee. Hunter then sends a staggered Ryder to the mat with a swinging tornado DDT.
Rose: And just like that, the momentum changes in favor of Kevin who hits Baby Daddy with a DDT of his own.
Alexander Corvis: I don’t know what is going on between the two of them, but between Hunter’s confession of being burned out and upset and Ryder saying that there is no outside of the arena relationship like Hunter’s wife or fiance or girlfriend… I don’t know what she is to him… I think maybe Hunter feels like he’s been made a fool.
Before Ryder can stand, Hunter has his knee to Ryder’s back and is wrenching back on a chin lock. Ryder stretches his arms out in an attempt to shift his weight to throw off Hunter’s hold. Hunter smirks and wrenches back more. This causes Ryder to scream out in pain and stop his attempt. Hunter releases the hold.
Alexander Corvis: I think Hunter realizes he isn’t going to put Ryder away with a chin lock.
Rose: Has anyone ever won a match with one of those?
Ryder climbs to his feet. Hunter runs in and connects with a Superman punch. Ryder wobbles and Hunter hits two punches followed by a shoot kick followed by a spinning backfist followed by a lariat. Hunter runs to the corner and with a single leap is on the top rope. He launches himself off with a moonsault but Ryder is able to roll out of the way at the last minute and Hunter crashes to the mat hard!
Alexander Corvis: OOH! That looks like it had to hurt. But that is the risk you take when you throw caution to the wind.
Ryder rolls away and pulls himself up by the ropes. He waits, catching his breath, as Hunter gets back to his feet. Ryder runs at hits Hunter with a single leg dropkick.
Alexander Corvis: I have a feeling that this match is on the verge of becoming a full out brawl. Both of these men have a lot to prove and want to remain in the championship picture… even though they’ve both lost against Oliver Black.
Rose: Though you have to remember that Baby Daddy never got his fair rematch and was attacked backstage by Oliver that put him on the shelf for a couple of weeks.
Ryder wastes no time in returning to the offensive. He grabs Hunter by the feet and kicks the inside of his knees with sharp kicks before dropping into an Indian deathlock. Hunter thrashes around but can’t find the rope. Hunter shakes his head back and forth, trying to ignore the pain. He starts to turn but Ryder bridges his back to sharpen the pressure on Hunter’s legs. Hunter cries out and balls up his fists before pounding on the mat trying to psyche himself up to turn over the hold.
Alexander Corvis: It looks like Bill Ryder is looking to cause Hunter so much pain that he submits. Do you feel like it’s a bit of a desperation move?
Rose: I don’t know. But I do know that both of these men aren’t ones to give up easily.
Hunter eventually begins to lose steam. He falls back on the mat, his eyes fluttering… trying to fight through the pain.
Alexander Corvis: Hunter has to be careful, if he doesn’t figure out something quick he may go out.
Suddenly his eyes open wide. He grits his teeth and toughens it out. He turns over the hold, now inflicting damage on Ryder’s legs. Ryder breaks the hold and scrambles to get back to his feet. Hunter, possibly overcome with adrenaline, kips up much to the astonishment of the crowd.
Crowd: LET’S GO, KEVIN!! LET’S GO, KEVIN!!
Rose: Now I’ve heard it all! These Wyoming fans are cheering for Kevin Hunter!
Ryder takes a swing at Hunter, who again, side steps and uses an armdrag to position Ryder in a figure four arm lock.
Alexander Corvis: Ryder can’t be feeling too good right now. The pressure that is in his arm has to be very painful.
Rose: These guys are becoming a bit desperate to put the other one away.
Ryder fights for as long as he can, but soon his eyes start to get heavy. Hunter applies more pressure to his neck. Ryder shakes his head while Hunter yells out as he pulls back on the hold.
Alexander Corvis: I don’t know how much more either of these men have. Hunter wants Ryder to submit but Ryder… doesn’t show any signs of submitting.
Ryder is able to turn his legs out and loosen Hunter’s grip. He is able to turn on his back and with a quick chop, he frees his trapped arm.
Crowd: LET’S GO, BILL! LET’S GO, BILL!
Rose: And just like that… Baby Daddy is free and he doesn’t look too happy.
As Ryder climbs to his feet, Hunter attempts to whip him against the ropes. Ryder reverses and sends Hunter bouncing off of the rope. Ryder lunges forward with his Ryde of Your Life (superkick). Hunter ducks under the superkick. Ryder turns around to face Hunter and the Devil Incarnate connects with his Buried Alive (jumping cutter)!
1...
2...
3!!
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match….Kevin Hunter!!
Rose: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Alexander Corvis: Kevin Hunter has defeated Bill Ryder here tonight!
Ecstatic with his victory, Hunter screams in the face of Ryder before sliding out of the ring to make it back up the rampway. Ryder pushes himself back up and glares at the retreating Hunter.
Rose: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Alexander Corvis: I am equally as stunned as you are, Rose!
Suddenly Lord Raab comes out of the crowd and dives into the ring. He sneaks up behind Ryder and wallops him with an axe-handle smash that buckles him at the knees. Raab laughs and snatches Ryder up before he can come to his senses. The Masked German Monster slams him back down with a devastating powerbomb. He begins to stomp on Ryder, not letting him even get his bearings, kicking him again over and over.
Alexander Corvis: This really needs to stop!
Rose: I didn’t even know Lord Raab was even in the building tonight!
The referee calls for Raab to break it up, but the Monstimal leader ignores the official. He picks Ryder up and headbutts him several times before pulling him into a bearhug. Raab carries on his attack by lifting Ryder up for the Killerbuster (double arm brainbuster). Amanda, having seen enough, leaps up onto the apron. She tries to hit Raab with a missile dropkick but misses. Raab drops Ryder, snatches Amanda up, and hits her with the Chokeinator (chokeslam).
Alexander Corvis: This is…we have to get some paramedics out here!
Rose: Sure but they don’t have to rush or anything!
Raab rolls out of the ring and walks over to Patricia Downs to snatch the microphone. Ryder manages to sit up and notices Amanda laying on the mat. He rushes over to check on her. With anger etched on his face, he turns to face Raab.
Lord Raab: Bill, if you thought we were done then you are mistaken. Look what I did to your bitch!
Raab drops the mic and heads toward the back. Ryder checks on Amanda again. She says something inaudible, he nods before gets to his feet and takes off running after Raab.
Alexander Corvis: Oh my…
Rose: That was awesome!
---Backstage---
The scene fades in on the office of the general manager. We see Astrid Sedin sitting on the black leather couch, her legs extending out in front of her as she tapped away on her phone. She only looks up when she hears the office door open to see backstage interviewer Butterscotch Monroe followed by Astrid’s fiance, Joshua Samson, Esquire enter into the room.
Astrid Sedin: Um no… this isn't happening. I told you I didn’t want to talk to her ever again Joshua!
Astrid put her phone down on top of her purse that was by her side. Butterscotch rolls her eyes upon hearing the young woman’s voice.
Astrid Sedin: You told me to try to calm down and you bring her in here?
Joshua Samson, Esquire: She has a job to do, Asti, and that job is to interview the Anarchists of EHWF.
Astrid Sedin: She can do her job… with the OTHER Anarchists… ones she hasn’t disrespected and who want to rip her hair out.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: We’ve been over this countless times, Astrid. You are a wrestler of this company as such you have a contractual obligation to do interview with that appointed interviewer. That interviewer is Butterscotch.
With a slight smirk on her face, Butterscotch looks down upon the Queen of Anarchy.
Astrid Sedin: After what she did… naw… I’d rather take a fine or punishment.
Astrid smirked back.
Astrid Sedin: Two can play that game Butters.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I’m not asking you, Astrid. You have no other choice.
Astrid Sedin: Still no… Hell no. Not after the shit she pulled at Bloodbath and the shit she’s done over the past few months.
Butterscotch Monroe: And this is what you have hopes of representing Anarchy as the Heavyweight Champion one day, Joshua? You’ll have a better chance with me being the face of this company. She is far from a champion, a professional, or even an adult.
Astrid Sedin: SEE! And you want me to sit across from her and talk to her as if she hasn’t been a disrespectful cow. The only way that would happen is if you sat here and played referee. Otherwise, there’d be yet another incident tonight.
Butterscotch Monroe: Oh I’m not worried about you assaulting me, little girl. There won’t be a simple fine. No, you’re be out on your little behind.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Ladies, ladies! Just calm down and let me handle this, Butterscotch.
He gives Butterscotch a reassuring glance before walking over to stand in front of Astrid. He begins to talk to her in a low enough voice where only she can hear.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Astrid Rona Sedin, you will do this and any other future interviews that are required of you.
Astrid folded her arms across her chest and huffed.
Astrid Sedin: What is in it for me? If I’m going to have to suffer through such torture… I’m going to need some incentive to not fuck her up.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: The incentive is because the General Manager of this show is ordering you to do it. Also there’s pizza AND tacos involved later tonight.
Astrid quickly relaxed her posture and slapped her hands down on the surface of the couch.
Astrid Sedin: Well that is all you had to say then.
She stood up and walked over to him seductively, hooking her arm around his neck.
Astrid Sedin: You know all the right words to make me happy.
Shaking his head and exhaling louding, Samson gives her a quick peck of a kiss before speaking at a normal voice.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Good. Now that’s settled, I have some things to take care. Both of you behave yourself.
He walks to the door and looks back to lock eyes with Astrid.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Pizza AND tacos.
Astrid Sedin: Oh you totally want something from me too.
She winked her right eye as she waves coyly at him.
Astrid Sedin: Don’t take too long, loverrrrr.
He eyes her suspiciously, shakes his head, and walks out closing the door behind him.
Butterscotch Monroe: You ready, Astrid?
Astrid Sedin: Your time has already begin to run out.
Astrid walks back over to the couch and sits on it, laying across it so that Butterscotch couldn’t sit anywhere near her.
Astrid Sedin: The countdown has begun and if you don’t want the bomb to go off… you better hurry up.
The interviewer rolls her eyes as she sashays over to a chair in front of Samson’s desk and has a seat.
Butterscotch Monroe: First order of business, so it is safe to say that the union of Astrid Sedin and Joshua Samson is back together?
Astrid rolled her eyes as she raised her left hand in such a way Butterscotch could see her engagement ring as she swept some hair out of her face.
Astrid Sedin: Yeah… we’re totally back together in every sense of the way. In fact… we were back together at Bloodbath too. We just didn’t want anyone to know. I kind of liked playing a trick. But it was a sad sight to behold when I saw that creature from the black lagoon Savannah hanging on him like he was a piece of meat.
Butterscotch Monroe: So why the ruse?
Astrid Sedin: Because that’s what Joshua and I agreed on. Not like it was anybody’s business anyway. So what… we wanted to enjoy a bit of time together without everyone jumping down our throats. Which is exactly what you did at Bloodbath.
Butterscotch Monroe: What I did? Oh, you mean my job.
She shakes her head.
Butterscotch Monroe: You’re collecting quite the rogue gallery of enemies lately. Last week you had a very heated social media exchange with the newest Anarchist, Judith Ballistic, that lead to an impromptu match earlier tonight between her and your bodyguard, Daveena. Not to mention the pull apart encounter you had a few moments ago with Savannah. What is it with you an other females?
Astrid Sedin: I just don’t like other women because most of them are either materialistic and petty… or just plain dumb. Stupid Judy… she just… well she falls into the dumb category with a dash of “I can’t handle my own shit”. I think she might even be a tad bit bipolar. She starts shit with me by invading a conversation between Joshua and I and then goes and tells my soon to be niece to control me and when she got a dose of reality, she’s all like fuck you too then. She brought the shit back up after I’d just shrugged it off and let it go past me because I’m bigger than that. And you say that I’m a silly little girl… why don’t you go and talk to the 22 year old who acts like a chest puffed out 16 year old salty bitch. Pfft… and she calls me the salty one. Ha… I just have things she wants and won’t ever get.
Butterscotch Monroe: And your thoughts on Savannah, especially now that it has all but been confirmed that the Wildcat will be bringing here talents to the green brand of EHWF?
Astrid Sedin: I just find it funny that all these bitches start popping out of the woodwork, wanting to poke the bear right as I’m posed to go further in my pursuit of the EHWF Heavyweight Championship. Savannah obviously couldn’t hack in on Mayhem so she’s jumping ship instead of standing up and fighting. Savannah is a coward… plain and simple. And once I’m in position… I’ll leave her broke and destitute just like I will Judith and whoever I defeat for the championship. It’s time I get the spotlight that I deserve.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m glad you brought up your Heavyweight Championship aspirations. Your Samson Family mate, Bill Ryder, is next in line to challenge Oliver Black for the title which is rumored to take place at the upcoming Meltdown pay-per-view. Many feel that it should be you in place of Ryder. What are your thoughts on that?
Astrid Sedin: OK… for one Bill is the only one who is as deserving as I am. He never got his fair one on one rematch and when he did get his rematch, it was going to be a triple threat and Oliver Black took him out like the coward that he is. People have been feeling I should be at the forefront for quite a long time now. So until my time comes, I’ll keep proving time and time again that I’m deserving of a shot. At least I don’t suck and fail like Kevin Hunter did and then go and make false claims about being buddies with Bill.
A slight chuckle escaped from Astrid’s lips.
Butterscotch Monroe: I think that is all the questions I have for tonight, Astrid. Thank you.
She stands up and then stops.
Butterscotch Monroe: Off the record, you and Joshua recently spent the weekend in Paris. How was it?
Astrid Sedin: It was wonderful, magical and romantic. The dinner at La Tour Eiffel… it was the most romantic thing anyone, including Joshua, had ever done for me. It’s a beautiful city that I’m happy I got to experience with the one I love.
Butterscotch Monroe: That’s wonderful to hear. I hope I can do that one day as well. And from there you guys made a pitstop in Las Vegas, huh?
Butterscotch raises her eyebrow as she gazes upon Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: No… Vegas was before Paris. We had some business to handle involving some property we had our eyes on. We were only there for a few hours before continuing on to Los Angeles.
Butterscotch Monroe: Property. Interesting.
Astrid Sedin: Yes property… nothing more, nothing less.
Butterscotch Monroe: Of course. Well, I’ll leave you be.
She walks to the door and much like Samson earlier, she stops and turns back to give Astrid her attention.
Butterscotch Monroe: That’s a beautiful TWO band engagement ring, Astrid. Congratulations.
Astrid Sedin: Oh yeah… Joshua does have a good eye.
Butterscotch snickers as she opens the door to leave Astrid alone in the room. Astrid rolls her eyes and grabs her phone again, firing off a text before storming out of the room in search of Joshua.
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Backstage Lord Raab makes his way out of the arena, headed toward the escalator at a brisk pace. Suddenly Bill Ryder catches up to him and hits him from behind with a chair. Raab falls forward, but quickly pushes himself up off of the floor. Ryder returns with another chairshot across his back. Raab arches his back and turns to face Ryder, who drops the chair and hits Raab with a spear that sends both of them flying onto the escalator. They tumble and roll until hitting the bottom with a thud. They then roll away from each other.
Slowly the two Anarchist get to their feet and begin to trade blows. Security and EMTs flood the area to separate the two enraged men.
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Cameras pan to the ring, inhabited by Jo Peachtree, her fist clutching a microphone as she glares around the arena taking in the sights of the blinding lights and deafening crowd.
Alexander Corvis: It’s time for the continuation of a great match at Bloodbath between Brooklyn and Brianna Brookes for the Showtime Championship!
Rose: That sure in the hell doesn’t look like Patricia Downs in the ring!
Although Jo Peachtree didn’t fully understand the fascination with championship belts, baby oil, and satin trunks, she had to admit that this was exhilarating, to say the least. When the fans small chorus of jeers were silenced, she’d lift the microphone to her full cherry lips to begin.
Jo Peachtree: Good evening all, my name is Joanna Peachtree of Iconic Sports Management, and I am a representative for the man-beast otherwise known as, The Indestructible Force.
Rose: Ah, so that’s who she is. She manages Brooklyn.
Alexander Corvis: Whoever she is, the Anarchy fans don’t appear to be huge on her or her affiliation with the Samson Family.
Jo Peachtree: As I’m sure you’re all well aware of by now, my client has been going through a phase of redemption; one he has familiarized us with such colorful hashtags: #rebuild, #redefine, and #rededictate. I won’t go into detail, but late last night he called me up for an impromptu meeting in which he spilled his guts to me; I was informed of his true motives for leaving the EHWF all those months ago - but more importantly - what, or should I say who, almost prevented him from ever coming back. This person whom he trusted with his livelihood, played a major role in his self destruct; but luckily I was around to pick up the pieces and resculpt him anew.
Alexander Corvis: Where is she going with this?
Rose: Shh! I want to hear, Alexander.
Jo Peachtree: Alas, he remains damaged by said individual. To help him gain closure, I have taken certain liberties in inviting the Judas to come to Anarchy so that they may settle their dispute once and for all. Now, without further delay, please aid me in welcoming our special guest of the night, Edward Fine.
Making his way on-stage is Edward Fine, a microphone in hand, and the tails of his blazer blowing in the breeze of his stride; he doesn’t appear to be too happy to be within Jo’s presence, but for the sake of his relationship with Brooklyn, he had to tell him the truth. And seeing as he would deny all of his advances (i.e. phone, email, texts) this seemed like his only chance of doing so. But it was a huge risk. Brooklyn was never one to use his words whenever his emotions would get the better of him.
Rose: Now there’s a familiar face! Edward Fine, Brooklyn’s original manager.
Alexander Corvis: Or handler.
Rose: Meh, whatever floats your boat.
He enters the ring approaching her, seemingly ready for a verbal showdown.
Edward Fine: Joanna Peachtree. Now it suddenly makes sense, why he hasn’t returned a single text message and been screening my calls for months, it all makes perfect sense! It’s you. You’ve been the slithering serpent in the Garden, the little bug in his ear, likely, telling him how horrible of a person I am.
Jo Peachtree: Oh, no, I haven’t been doing any of the sort, Edward; because your actions have served as clarity enough.
Edward Fine: I have a very good reason for doing what I did --
Jo Peachtree: Really?! How do you excuse paying off the Mother of his Child to ‘go away’? How do you excuse stealing? How do you excuse bribery -- money laundering? You know what, save it, because I don’t care. All these years and you are still as desperate and pathetic as you were back in college.
Edward Fine: Excuse me?
Jo Peachtree: You heard me. Your entire career was built on Brooklyn Stuart, the football star, the Cleveland Brown, the extremist, the Red Haired Menace, you pull that crap and yet I’m the snake?? From the beginning you’ve been whispering sweet nothings and faux promises in his ear that you haven’t made good on. Merchandise. Movies. Wealth. Yeah, he told me. You’ve had a year to deliver those things and you failed; but three months with me and he’s got merchandise flying off the shelves and a new contract in the works.
Edward Fine: Okay, maybe I did fail him...I was not Manager of the Year, heck, I probably wasn’t even an honorable mention. But I was a darn good friend to him. I gave him a shoulder when he was conflicted. I gave him encouragement when his faith was but a slender reed. I gave him --
Jo Peachtree: Ugh! My God, just stop it already. This is beginning to get tiresome. We get it, you tried to be his friend instead of his manager, but you failed at both! You overstepped your boundaries on more than one occasion, and it’s high time you faced judgement...but not from me and not from Brooklyn, because he no longer exists. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome, Cerberus!
Alexander Corvis: Cerberus? Who is that?
Rose: We’re about to find out...
Joanna extends an arm towards the entrance ramp as the arena lights faint to the pulse of the opening chord of “This Means War”. An on-stage explosion of pyrotechnics preludes 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.
Alexander Corvis: Brooklyn?? So Brooklyn is Cerberus?
Rose: Suddenly those tweets make sense.
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; in the ring closest to Jo, is where he resides giving Fine a death stare. His music fades and Fine takes a step towards him, having seen that threatening look in his eye on many occasions, he doesn’t appear to be phased by the large brute.
Edward Fine: Brooklyn, finally, I just want to say --
Jo Peachtree: Did you not hear me?’
She interrupts.
Jo Peachtree: His name is Cerberus. Brooklyn, was that little pup you led on a leash, Cerberus is an unhinged maddog.
Edward Fine: You can change his appearance and you can change his name, but he is who he is.
As the two begin to bicker, the Indestructible Force intervenes, snatching the microphone from Joanna’s hand startling them both into silence with his bark.
Cerberus: Enough! You think Jo is behind the new look, the new attitude, the new name, but she isn’t...not really, anyway. I wanted this. I agreed to a new haircut, I wanted a new name, I requested a the new look and she obliged. This exactly my problem. People trying to tell me who I am, what I am, or what I should do, when they barely even know me. Which is why I’ve decided to pull out of my chase for the Showtime Championship. The only reason I did it was because I owed Samson a debt, she swept in trying to take over, and I obstructed her...I discredited her...and now my debt has been paid. Besides I’m in my sophomoric year why the hell should I be chasing after a lower tier championship? I’m better than that and I deserve more -- hell, I want more for myself.
Edward Fine: I agree. I’ve always thought you deserved more.
Cerberus: But you lied, connived, and stole from me...
Cerberus takes a threatening step in Fine's direction.
Edward Fine: Look, I don’t know what they’ve been feeding your head with, but that’s only half the tru --
Cerberus’ large palm engulfs Fine’s neck, losing all means of breathing, Fine instinctively drops the microphone and clutches onto Cerberus’ wrist struggling to free himself from the hold.
Cerberus: Enough talking...enough of your lies...enough of you…
With that being said, Cerberus tosses his microphone and places Fine onto his shoulders to the appeasement of Joanna, who stands by with a wide grin on her face.
Rose: Oh God, what is he doing??
Alexander Corvis: No, Brook -- I mean Cerberus, don’t do it! The Raging Inferno!!
Planted into the canvas and unconscious with possible injuries, was Edward Fine. Cerberus gets to his feet, examining the damage he’d done, then turns to leave the ring.
Rose: Now that, was hard to watch. We’re going to need an EMT down here, and quick!
Alexander Corvis: Hold on a minute, he’s stopping, why is he stopping?
Rose: I don’t know but I don’t like that look in his eye.
Cerberus pauses, slowly looking back over his shoulder with fire in his eyes at the motionless Fine; deciding not to vacate the ring just yet, he retreats to the nearest turnbuckle stalking Fine like a wild animal before bolting toward him.
Alexander Corvis: Wow! The Last Resort!! A punt kick to the cranium, nearly taking Edward Fine’s head off! Somebody please get out here!!
EMT’s suddenly fill the ring along with security personnel and officials, all of who instruct Cerberus to leave the ring. “This Means War” by Nickelback sounds off in the arena once more before suddenly being interrupted by "Dope Show" by Marilyn Manson. The Mongrel, microphone in hand, makes his way out onto the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face as pyro showers down from all around him.
Alexander Corvis: Is that...yes that is The Mongrel!
Rose: Holy cow, we haven’t seen the big guy on television in months!
The Mongrel: Allow me to properly re-introduce myself, Mister Cerberus. My name is William Travis Saint but to the wrestling layman, I am best known by the moniker of The Mongrel. We’ve crossed each before backstage but I’ve never truly got the pleasure conversing with you. Of course this isn’t the optimal encounter for a formal conversation; the destruction of your friend and manager notwithstanding.
Mongrel slowly begins to walk down the ramp as he talks.
The Mongrel: I am sure the pervading thought currently in your mind is “why is The Mongrel intruding upon the time allotted to me?” The answer is quite simple: you are still contractually obliged to wrestle here tonight upon Anarchy, whether that opponent is the current Showtime Champion, Brianna Brookes, or someone else.
The Reason There Is Fear On Earth makes it halfway down the ramp. His focus is strictly upon his Samson Family stablemate.
The Mongrel: And although you have publicly announced you have distanced yourself from Miss Brookes and the Showtime Championship, you need not worry about the Angel of Anarchy making any kind of appearance tonight as I have taken care of that moments ago.
Rose: Is Mongrel saying he took out Brianna before he came out here, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: That’s the only way I can interpret what he said. I haven’t gotten an official word yet about Brookes whereabouts or condition.
The Mongrel: The path is clear for the impending encounter. The first stage of the inevitably destruction of a union held so sacred by a selfish, arrogant man.
Still focused upon the red haired man in the ring,Mongrel gets to the bottom of the ramp.
The Mongrel: Mister Cerberus, “I’m your huckleberry.”
The enormous Mongrel pulls himself onto the ring apron before stepping over the top rope to enter into the ring.
Alexander Corvis: If I’m not mistaken I believe that The Mongrel just challenged Cerberus to a match right here, right now!
Rose: Is he...did he...I’m so confused...
A referee runs down and slides into the ring just as Jo Peachtree makes a quick exit out of it.
Alexander Corvis: I’ve just received word that this is indeed an official match!
Rose: But...but...they’re Samson Family!
Before Patricia Downs can begin her introduction, the wrestler formerly known as Brooklyn runs across the ring and immediately begins to exchange a series of hard right hands with Mongrel!
DING DING DING !!
The Mongrel vs. Cerberus
Blow after blow connects as Cerberus does as much damage as he can to Mongrel in a short period of time--the fans absolutely losing their minds he does so!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Cerberus knocks Mongrel back against the ropes and immediately bounces himself off of the ropes! He throws himself at Mongrel, sending the big man over the ropes with a big clothesline much to the delight of the fans! Their roar of approval is immediately cut off by a roar from Mongrel. He glares in the ring at Cerberus and practically dares him to bring the fight outside of the ring.
Alexander Corvis: Well, this is off to a quick start!
Rose: Bit of an understatement, don't you think?!
The two men continue to glare at each other as Mongrel slowly climbs back into the ring. Once in the ring, Cerberus immediately begins to pound away on Mongrel with a series of strikes! Blow after blow connects as Mongrel tries to regain control of the situation. He finally succeeds in shoving Cerberus away. Cerberus tries to close the gap only to have Mongrel hit him with a throat thrust!
Cerberus stumbles as Mongrel charges and connects with a big boot! He grabs Cerberus by the throat and drags him back up to his feet. Mongrel casually lifts his former stablemate into the air before slamming him down to the mat with a chokeslam! Mongrel covers Cerberus for the pin attempt---only to have him grab Mongrel's right arm and lock in a kimura instead!
Alexander Corvis: Cerberus is letting The Mongrel know that he is going to be in for one hell of a fight tonight!
Rose: I guess breaking the man's arm would be one way to prove just how much of a fight it's going to be!
The fans are on their feet as Cerberus continues to try and break Mongrel's arm! Mongrel tries to power his way out of Cerberus's grasp, but to no avail. Mongrel powers Cerberus up enough to slam his back to the mat, causing Cerberus to release the hold. Mongrel backs away and glares at Cerberus, who slowly begins to drag himself back up to his feet. Once Cerberus is standing, he charges at Mongrel in an effort to keep his momentum alive...only to get caught in a swinging side slam instead! Mongrel goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Cerberus kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: The Mongrel was a millisecond away from a pinfall victory over Cerberus!
Rose: I’m still so confused on what this match is all about? And what in the hell happened to Brianna?!
Mongrel shakes his head in defiance before grabbing hold of Cerberus and pulling him back up to his feet. He hits Cerberus in the mouth with an elbow shot that nearly takes him off of his feet. He follows it up with a second, Cerberus is barely able to hold himself upright. Cerberus stumbles back to the ropes as Mongrel shows off his surprising agility! He charges and tries to send his opponent out of the ring---only to have Cerberus catch him by surprise with a bicycle kick! The impact sends Mongrel staggering back to the ropes. He tries to recover, but Cerberus charges forward and hits Mongrel with a Shakunetsu Hadoken Knee that sends Mongrel staggering through the ropes and out onto the floor!
Alexander Corvis: Oh wow!
Rose: I'll give him all the credit in the world...Cerberus looks like he's holding his own against this monster tonight!
Cerberus steps out to the floor, despite the referee's efforts to keep him in the ring, and immediately begins to pound away on Mongrel. The referee begins his countout.
1...Cerberus grabs Mongrel's arm and wraps it around the ring post!
2...He slams it into the ring post once in an effort to wear Mongrel down!
Rose: That is going to hurt in the morning!
4...Cerberus then rests the arm against the ring post and smirks, the fans getting loud.
5...Cerberus steps back a bit and then runs forward, trying to crush the arm against the ring post with a bicycle kick! Mongrel just barely pulls his arm away in time, Cerberus crashing into the ring post instead!
Alexander Corvis: Both of these Anarchist need to be aware of the referee’s count!
Rose: I don’t think either one cares, Alexander. They just want to kill each other at this point!
7...Cerberus staggers and nearly loses his balance. Mongrel recovers and immediately bounces Cerberus' head off of the ring post, drawing blood!
8...Mongrel casually grabs hold of Cerberus and hoists him into the air. Cerberus is able to deliver a sharp knee o Mongrel’s forehead, drawing blood!
9...The two Anarchist stand face-to-face going toe-to-toe with clubbering blows on each other.
10...the referee signals for the bell.
Patricia Downs: As a result of a countout BOTH The Mongrel and Cerberus have been disqualified!!!
Rose: After this display you have to know that Cerberus and The Mongrel are far from over!
Officials flood down the ramp in order to attempt to break up the brawl between the Anarchist.
Alexander Corvis: Hopefully we can get these two apart during the commercial break!
**Coming in July**
Patricia Downs: The following non-title contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is the Anarchy main event!
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: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown...weighing two hundred and thirty-seven pounds and standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is the Minister of Evil….Red Dragon!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: With Killjoy already gone from EHWF due to her losing her I Quit match at Bloodbath, it all falls upon the shoulders of Red Dragon to defeat Oliver Black in order to keep the Black Asylum intact.
Rose: You know, Alexander, after a night like tonight anything is possible around here!
The arena goes black causing the arena to pop. A blood curdling scream echoes through the arena before the stage lights up with bright white lights that pulse with the bass of the song. "The Black Asyulum" flashes across the screen above the ramp.
Caught up in this madness too blind to see.
Woke animal feelings in me.
Took over my sense and I lost control.
I'll taste your blood tonight.
Woke animal feelings in me.
Took over my sense and I lost control.
I'll taste your blood tonight.
"The Nightmare" Oliver Black makes his way out onto the stage. Upon his face is a creepy ram mask. The face is a crimson blood red, the rams horns black as night twist above his head. His trade mark umbrella resting upon his shoulder. With his free hand he unclasps the buttons to his long black trench coat and throws it open go reveal the EHWF World Championship. He throws his head back in a sinster laugh before he slowly makes his way down the ramp. The Misfit trails a few steps behind his son, the Bad Blood Championship draped over his shoulder.
Cherishing, those feelings pleasuring.
Cover me, unwanted clemency.
Scream till there's silence.
Scream while there's life left, vanishing.
Scream from the pleasure, unmask your desire.
Perishing.
Cover me, unwanted clemency.
Scream till there's silence.
Scream while there's life left, vanishing.
Scream from the pleasure, unmask your desire.
Perishing.
The two men enter the ring, the Misfit slowly circles the ring while Oliver Black climbs the turn buckles, one leg up to the top rope the other on the second. He slowly peels back the mask revealing his face to the crowd. Black reaches behind his back unlatching the World Title. He throws both his arms out, in one hand his umbrella the other the championship.
Scream, scream, scream the way you would
If I ravaged your body!
Scream, scream, scream the way you would
If I ravaged your mind!
If I ravaged your body!
Scream, scream, scream the way you would
If I ravaged your mind!
Patricia Downs: And his opponent, from London, England…. weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds and standing at a height of five feet ten inches...he is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Bad Blood Champion….he is also the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion...he is the Nightmare….Oliver Black!!!!!!!!!
Alexander Corvis: Black is riding high on a very successful singles win streak, Rose. He has proven time and time again why he holds both the Bad Blood Championship and the Heavyweight Championship!
Rose: If he was so great then why isn’t either of those titles on the line here tonight against Red Dragon?
DING DING DING!!
Main Event: Non-Title Match: Red Dragon vs. Oliver Black
Dragon and Black eye each other from across the ring. They step forward simultaneously, both going for a tie up. Dragon quickly overpowers the champ and spins him around into a reverse waistlock. He lifts Black into the air and slams him down onto the mat, keeping his grip around the waist. Black wiggles a little bit before managing to slip out of Dragon’s grasp. Both Anarchists get to their feet. Dragon snags Black by the head in a headlock and flips him over onto the mat. Black’s shoulders are down and the ref begins to count.
1...
Black lifts his shoulder up.
Alexander Corvis: Very sneaky move there by Red Dragon that resulted in an early pin attempt.
Black lifts his legs up, wrapping them around Dragon’s neck, pulling him down to the mat and breaking his grip on his head. Dragon wrenches Black’s legs from around his neck and scurries to his feet. Black returns to his. Dragon charges. The Nightmare stops the Minister of Evil’s momentum by flipping him onto the mat with an arm drag and keeping him there by locking in an elevated arm bar. Dragon cringes in pain. After a few seconds, he manages to get to his feet by performing a side flip to escape the hold. Dragon then manages to lock an arm wrench on Black! Black’s returns the flip in order to break. the hold. Immediately both Anarchists take two steps back!
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon and Black are showing off their tremendous abilities early on in this match.
Rose: Very evenly contested...surprisingly.
Alexander Corvis: Surprisingly for whom?!
Rose: Just watch the match, Alexander!
Dragon and Black circle around each other. Black quickly moves forward and grabs Dragon’s arm, spinning behind him, and cinching him in an hammerlock. Dragon takes a second and then spins behind Black, putting him in a hammerlock! Black reverses again, this time pulling Dragon into a headlock. Dragon lifts Black up in an attempt to throw him off, but the Champ hangs on, landing on his feet and flipping Dragon over onto the mat, headlock still locked in. This time, Dragon’s shoulders are on the mat as the referee begins to count.
1...
Dragon lifts his shoulder up immediately and fights up to his feet, Black retaining his grip.
Rose: I was just thinking what a nice cold beer would taste like right now. You think you can handle this while I run to the concession stand, Alexander?
Alexander Corvis: Rose, if you don’t sit down here and do you job like a professional!
Dragon sweeps Black off his feet, releasing himself, and diving on top of him. Black rolls away before Dragon can do anything. Black runs at him and Dragon immediately looks to execute a hip toss, but Black lands on his feet! Black runs, pivots, and flips Dragon over with a monkey flip. Dragon lands on his feet as well! They both turn around. Black quickly goes for a roundhouse kick. Dragon ducks underneath. Black turns around and Dragon attempts to hit him with a dropkick. Black sidesteps! Dragon gets up and the two stare each other down. Black nods and Dragon claps excitedly.
Alexander Corvis: Back and forth these two go, neither able to take advantage quite yet!
Rose: We get it, you think they’re both great, the crowd thinks they’re both great, everyone is great!
Black and Dragon circle around each other again before going in for a tie up. Dragon chops Black across the chest and then hits him with a right hand!
Crowd: WOOOO!
Black responds back with a kick to the legs and then a kick to the midsection. He runs against the ropes and bounces off, right into a back body drop by Dragon! The Minister of Evil waits for Black to get up and then whips him into the turnbuckle. Black leaps up as Dragon runs in behind him, causing the challenger to dash underneath. Dragon hits the brakes before he hits the turnbuckle and turns right around into a drop toe hold. Dragon scrambles up to his feet looking for a clothesline, but Black ducks underneath, grabs his arm and plants him to the mat with a hip toss. Black goes for a cover!
1...
Quick kick out by Dragon!
Alexander Green: Red Dragon is really putting his all into this match!
Rose: If he had done this in all his other matches we wouldn’t be here today waiting for this match to be over with so we can go get drunk!
Dragon gets back up to his feet and backs up into the corner. Black runs at him. Dragon blasts him in the face with an elbow! Black staggers back but runs at Dragon again, who blasts him again with a second elbow! Black drops to a knee while Dragon climbs to the second rope. He leaps off and Black catches him in mid-air with a huge dropkick! Dragon goes crumbling to the mat as Black gets to his feet.
Crowd: OOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!
A rumbling starts to stir amongst the crowd when seemingly out of nowhere Astrid Sedin, kendo stick in hand, slides in the ring and drills Black in the back of the head, knocking him down to a chorus of boos!
Alexander Corvis: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me! What is Astrid Sedin doing out here?!
Rose: Don’t be so upset! She’s the lesser of three evils!
The referee immediately signals for the bell.
Patricia Downs: Due to outside interference, the referee has declared this match a no contest!
Astrid continues to hit the downed Black with fury.
Astrid Sedin: Don't you remember what I just did to Killjoy at Bloodbath! I have ended Black Asylum... no more and now it is time that I GET WHAT I DESERVE!
Astrid stomps at Black before Dragon spins her around and gets into her face. Astrid immediately takes a step back. Dragon signals that they should team up to beat a downed Black.
Alexander Corvis: Red Dragon and Sedin looking to team up to further beat down Black. This isn’t going to be good!
Astrid just looks at him puzzled for a second. Dragon seems to think he’s recruited Astrid for his cause. Dragon smirks, causing Astrid to smirk, and then move toward Oliver Black. Suddenly, Astrid taps Dragon on the shoulder, spins him around, and then blasts him with a double knee facebreaker!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rose: Holy shit is right!
Black gets to his feet. Black waits for Astrid to get up to one knee and then nearly beheads her with We are the Witches (shining wizard)!
Alexander Corvis: I think Astrid Sedin’s plan backfired big time here tonight!
Rose: ASStrid is such a dumbass. Damn it, girl!
Holding her head, Astrid rolls out of the ring to make her way up the ramp. Black grabs his Heavyweight Championship and poses on the turnbuckle holding his belt up proudly to the crowd’s surprising adoration. He drops down off the turnbuckle and rolls out the ring to grab the microphone from Patricia Downs.
Oliver Black: No! No! This isn't over! Get that peice of shit up!
Black motions to the ring where we see that George, Red Dragon’s C.A.P.O., has also made it into the ring and is crouched down next to the fallen Red Dragon. Black walking from the time keepers table tosses his two championships over the top rope followed by a chair and his umbrella.
Rose: What is this lunatic doing?
With microphone still in hand Oliver rolls under the bottom rope himself to confront his fallen opponent. Picking up the umbrella as he walks up to the two. Red Dragon now using George as support is back on his feet!
Alexander Corvis: It looks as if were finally going to find out the fate of Oliver Black's, Black Asylum!
Black reaches the microphone to his lips, heavy breaths echo through the arena as he catches his breath from his match.
Oliver Black: Chance after Chance... Opportunity after Opportunity... I gave you! All the while I searched for a glimmer of hope! Prayed their was still life in the old dogs eyes.
Rose: Just get to the point already!
Oliver Black: And all you did was fail! You failed at Blood Bath and you failed tonight!? But should I really be surprised? Thats all you've ever done! While I've made true on EVERY promise I've made! I've become the longest reigning World Champion in the HISTORY of Anarchy! And I did it ALL on my own! So you really leave me with no choice…
Crowd: No! No! No!
Alexander Corvis: There seems to be a section of EHWF fans adamant that they want the Black Asylum to remane a team here tonight. Is Black making the right choice?
Oliver Black hesitates pulling the figurative trigger on his decision. Dragon pleads with Oliver Black to reconsider, as a confused Black brushes the hair from his face before a large grin appears on his face.
Oliver Black: You leave me with no choice but to continue…
Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Alexander Corvis: He can't do it! Black can't in his heart let go of his Asylum.
George returns the grin as both he and Red Dragon's bodies release the tension they had built up. However Oliver's grin quickly fades from his face.
Oliver Black: ... To do it on my own!
With that he swings the umbrella like a bat at Red Dragon, the handle striking Dragon in the throat. As the former Black Asylum member falls to his knees clutching his throat Black lifts the umbrella over his head and brings it down repeatedly over the back of Red Dragon. A loud crack echoes through the arena as the umbrella finally breaks in half.
Rose: He's officially lost it! Just like his old man!
Alexander Corvis: Black seems to have taken a lot of pent up anger here tonight on Red Dragon! But look at George the CAPO, he isn't gonna take it lying down!
While Oliver Black brutally beat Dragon with his umbrella, George quietly made her way up to the top rope. Oliver not quite done with Dragon reaches down for the medal folding chair in the center of the ring. Turning around unaware of George's position. Just as he turns George takes his shot at Black and dives at the champion. But Black saw it coming as he swings the chair at George striking him in the face and knocking him to the ground!
Alexander Corvis: Black just swatted him out the sky like some sort of fly!
Rose: He could seriously be hurt! Someone needs to come check on George.
The echo of the metal on skull echoed loudly through the arena. Causing a hush come over the loud EHWF crowd. Black unfazed stares down at the two lifeless bodies in the ring before him as he unfolds the folding chair and places it firmly in the center of the ring. Grabbing the microphone before taking a seat in the chair.
Alexander Corvis: It looks as if Black has more to say here tonight.
Rose: Oh joy…
Oliver Black: 189 days…
Black says each slowly.
Oliver Black: 4,536 Hours.... 272,160 minuets... 51.78 percent of the year. I have been Bad Blood and Anarchy's World Champion! It is also coincidently been the amount of time I've been disrespected in this company! The amount of time I've been looked down on, been told I am unworthy of the championships around my waist! The amount of time I've been called a fluke, been called a paper champion! But not just by management, not just by the locker room but by peices of shit like the ones lying in this ring, or sitting in this arena!
Oliver Black points out into the crowd whom reply with a chorus of boos.
Oliver Black: That's right YOU have ALL doubted me! You doubted me from day one! No one thought I stood a iota of a chance against Bill Ryder and Eric Smith yet here I am! Surely he couldn't defeat a 2x Hall of Famer like Ryan Morgan! Surley a legend like Kevin Hunter will dethrone the mad king! There is no way he escapes the cage against SamFam flunky Chris Crippler. Yet here I mother fucking am!
Black stares out to the crowd as if making eye contact with each and everyone in attendance.
Oliver Black: But apparently defeating hall of famers, killing legends and dethroning god damn kings isn't enough around here! Because STILL I am doubted! Because today I got word that the longest reigning World Champion in Anarchy HISTORY will NOT be stepping inside the Meltdown Chamber! That the face on all the posters won't even be competing in the nights flagship match! Because that's not what's best for business!
Oliver Black air quotes with his free hand.
Alexander Corvis: This is a travesty, Oliver Black IS Anarchy!
Rose: Now I'm beginning to think you've drank the kool-aid.
Oliver Black: But you know what's also not best for business? Me spending the rest of this broadcast sitting in this god damn chair in the middle of this ring! But that is EXACTLY what I am going to do!
Alexander Corvis: He's hijacking the show?!
Rose: What’s left of it anyway!
Oliver Black folds his arms and crosses his feet, leaning back in the chair as the screen fades into a commercial.
**Coming in July**
Alexander Corvis: Ladies and gentlemen if you are just joining us. The Black Asylum is no more and Oliver Black has gone mad.
Rose: We have end this show so I can go get drunk! Someone needs to put a stop to this.
Oliver Black is still sitting unmoved as fans boo, some even resorting to throwing cups into the ring. As Black sits stoic with his World Championship resting on one knee.
Oliver Black: I can do this allllllll night folks! I will hold this show hostage, you will NOT go home. Until Joshua Samson gets Asrid off his dick long enough to tuck his tail between his legs, get out here and give me an explanation! An explanation as to why, ME his WORLD CHAMPION, ME who is UNDEFEATED at pay-per-view events, why I am not in the Meltdown Chamber, why I am not in the main event!?
Crowd: CUT HIS MIC! CUT HIS MIC!
Alexander Corvis: Oliver Black has felt disrespected for long enough and he's no longer accepting this sort of treatment.
Rose: Do you speak for him now?
The arena begins to rumble to life, the roars building. Its not long to see why the mood has changed as Bill Ryder appears in the crowd before hopping the barricade.
Alexander Corvis: It's Bill Ryder! Ryder is here!
Rose: Finally my prayers have been answered and someone has finally come to shut this fool up! Good for you, Baby Daddy! Now I hope he does better than ASStrid did!
As Bill Ryder slides into the ring, the reaction from the crowd has alerted Oliver Black as he pops out of the chair and turns to meet his biggest rival Bill Ryder!
Alexander Corvis: These two haven't truly come face to face since Black took Ryder out with a knee injury!
The two men stare each other down for a moment while the crowd loses it.
Rose: This is a one on one match these fans have been dying to see for a very, very long time!
The two men charge each other at the same time, as Oliver Black attempts to take out his foe with a World Title shot to the head, but the shot is quickly ducked by Ryder! Oliver Black spins around, but Bill Ryder is waiting ready for him.
Rose: Ryde of Your Life!
Ryder goes for his patent super kick variation but Oliver falls back to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope just barely saving himself from a boot to the face. Oliver Black chuckles at Bill Ryder in the ring as he slowly backs up the ramp clutching his World Championship.
Alexander Corvis: Oliver Black narrowly escaping a superkick here tonight! These two men, Champion and Number One Contender, I haven't seen two men so evenly matched in quite some time!
Rose: Good the show is finally over! Let’s get the hell out of here. First rounds on me!