Post by EHWF Management on Nov 23, 2017 6:37:57 GMT -5
Fireworks explode into the air along the entrance stage and down the rampway. The Extreme-Tron comes to life as well showcasing a montage of the Anarchists of Anarchy in in-ring action to the tune of the official theme song of Anarchy.
Rose: Welcome to another episode of 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 Port Melbourne Beach Park & Grounds here in beautiful Melbourne, Australia! Joining me on color commentating, as always, is the equally beautiful Rose.
Rose: Why thank you, Alex, you ol’ charmer you! It’s great to be back in the Land Down Under especially when we’re bringing some great EHWF Anarchy action to the wrestling world!
Alexander Corvis: Indeed we are! Even though we have only three matches scheduled tonight you best believe that it is going to be one of the best Anarchy we have broadcast to date!
Rose: You’re putting a lot on it but okay...
Alexander Corvis: Well Jessie Roberts has been an impressive force in EHWF for quite a while now but she failed to win the Deathmatch Tournament at Aftermath last week. Tonight she will finally put her Showtime championship on the line against Brooklyn in a great Anarchy opener.
Rose: It was revealed that Mister Samson gave The Mongrel's Showtime Championship briefcase to Brooklyn as a coming to Anarchy gift!
Alexander Corvis: Can Roberts defeat the newest member of Anarchy and the Samson Family or will Brooklyn bounce back from last week’s lost at Aftermath and pick up his debut Anarchy win?
Rose: I like Jessie but there is no way in hell that Brooklyn is about to lose this one, Alex!
Alexander Corvis: In our second match of the night it will be No Holds Barred as the Samson Family member, The Mongrel, goes head to head with the Bad Blood Champion, Eric Smith, in what is set to be a great non-title contest! The Mongrel has had some good weeks but will Eric Smith let him continue his run of momentum or will Smith use The Mongrel as target practice for Oliver Black and put The Mongrel through Bad Blood torture?!
Rose: I have no idea what is going on lately with Eric as the crowd have really started to care for him in a good way?!
Alexander Corvis: Well Smith is definitely no good guy but having to deal with Oliver Black surely will get you crowd support.
Rose: Speaking of Oliver, him and Jason Dave are going to duke it out in the main event!
Alexander Corvis: Dave was the victor last week at Aftermath, but he walked away without a title because of one simple chair shot from the still Heavyweight Champion, Bill Ryder.
Rose: One simple chair shot dashed Jason’s hopes and dreams and now he must return to Anarchy without the Heavyweight Championship.
Alexander Corvis: This doesn't mean that Dave and his title contentions are down and out, because he did win the match after all. Ryder probably saw no other option in the match but to get himself DQed but it's little comfort to a man who has been trying to win a major title since 2011.
Rose: That’s a long time!
Alexander Corvis: And in almost a sick joke, General Manager Samson has booked him against Oliver Black in a “Chairs'” match where the only weapon up for grabs will be the one that ended Jason Dave's hopes of becoming Heavyweight Champion.
Rose: Oliver has got it good because on the one hand not only does he have the Bad Blood Championship shot from Feast or Fired but he also has the Heavyweight Championship from winning last week’s Deathmatch Tournament. Who will win this main event? Only time will tell.
Suddenly the rap tunes of Big Tymer’s “Still Fly” bumps over the arena sound system drawing the attention of everyone to the entrance stage. After a few seconds the immaculately groomed and dressed Jake E. Smith III walks out from the back followed by The Mongrel. The crowd instantly breaks out in a collective jeer.
Rose: What in the world?! What is he doing out here?!
Alexander Corvis: The newly appointed manager of the Samson Family, Jake E. Smith III, making a surprise appearance out here tonight.
Rose: I’m surprised that they’ve given him mic time…
Nervously Jake makes his way into the ring (followed by Mongrel), unbuttons his jacket, and stands in the center of the ring. The crowd doesn’t abate with their collective jeers causing Jake to raise his hand in the air in a gesture to hush them.
Alexander Corvis: This Australian crowd is really giving it to Smith!
Rose: Jake wants to be the manager of the most hated group of wrestlers in wrestling today; well this is what you get!
Jake Smith: Uh, quiet, please….please, be quiet!
Crowd: BOOOO!! BOOOOO!!!
Jake Smith: Matter of fact, go ahead and keep booing me. Mister Samson told me to expect this behavior. He told me that you people would have no common courtesy. It makes me sick to think that educated adults are acting like big ol’ crybabies!
Crowd: YOU’RE A CRYBABY! YOU’RE A CRYBABY!
Jake Smith: I AM NOT A CRYBABY! I SAID THAT ABOUT YOU PEOPLE!
Spittle flies from the young man’s mouth as he screams into the microphone. The crowd ramps up their chant which nearly causes Jake to lose his composure but Mongrel grabs him by the shoulders. Jake looks back at the big man and nods.
Jake Smith: You’re right, big guy, you’re right.There is no need for me to lose my cool because of all these slackers. No, I’m here for a higher purpose and that higher purpose is to address Jason Dave and his asinine claims about my client, the EHWF Heavyweight Champion.
Crowd: JASON DAVE! JASON DAVE!
Alexander Corvis: It was at Aftermath that Dave and Heavyweight Champion, Bill Ryder, clashed and Ryder got himself controversially disqualified!
Rose: Jason got the win and Bill got to keep the title. Sounds perfect to me!
Jake Smith: Shut up, shut up, shut up! There is no need to cheer for him.
Crowd: JASON DAVE! JASON DAVE!
Jake Smith: Grrrhhh….anyway, Jason wants to cry about how the King of Anarchy cheated his way into keeping the Heavyweight Championship but that is furthest from the truth. Bill’s actions violated no written wrestling rules under the constitution of EHWF. And the rule he did break he was quickly admonished for by being disqualified from the match. So it seems your issue isn’t with Bill but with the Board of Sponsors since it is them that create the laws of the land.
The young Smith begins to pace.
Jake Smith: Bill Ryder doesn’t give two craps about what Jason Dave thinks of him because at the end of his crybaby rant Jason isn’t the World Heavyweight Champion. He isn’t the one sitting at home with his family enjoying the week off. No, Jason is backstage right now hoping beyond hope that he makes it out alive against Oliver Black in a Chair match in the main event tonight.
Rose: Jake kinda has a point.
Alexander Corvis: What?!
Rose: The proof is in the pudding.
Jake Smith: So Jason you can stop repeating yourself over and over again like an overgrown man child. Suck it up that you didn’t win the title and be glad that Bill had the decency to throw you a bone by allowing you to win the match. As long as Bill Ryder holds the title, you will NEVER, and I mean NEVER, be the Heavyweight Champion! The Samson Family promises you that.
The crowd breaks out in a resounding boo causing Jake to look about frantically. He pushes his hand through his hair trying to remain calm.
Jake Smith: STOP BOOING! STOP BOOING!
Crowd: YOU’RE A CRYBABY! YOU’RE A CRYBABY!
Jake Smith: I had some more to say but you know what? You upside down yokels aren’t worth my time! Let’s get out of here, Mongrel.
“Still Fly” kicks back in as The Mongrel and Smith exit the ring. The crowd is relentless in giving them jeers.
Alexander Corvis: Although Smith may be the manager of the Samson Family he has a lot to work on when it comes to maintaining his composure like his predecessor.
Rose: This Australian crowd is just so disrespectful. I think even General Manager Samson wouldn’t even be able to handle this.
Patricia Downs: The following contest is set for one fall and it is for the Showtime Championship!!!
Alexander Corvis: Here we go with the first match of the night!
Rose: And... holy crap can this get nasty!
Alexander Corvis: That's definitely one word for it.
Rose: Nasty, violent and just... fun!
Alexander Corvis: Fun?
Rose: Definitely!
At the crack and whip of his theme's opening chord, live coverage of the backstage area is displayed on the titantron; the hall is barely breathing with life as there are only a few stage handlers present; before too long a large man with a herculean figure explodes from the Locker Room to the right marked "Brooklyn". He storms the hall with dark goggles on his face, an X-15 Flamethrower in his fists, and fire - almost as red as his hair - in his eyes. During his expedition toward the stage entrance, impolitely shoving a member of the Stage Crew to the floor to his own appeasement.
"Climb into the ring,
For a battle that you can't win,
Swing as hard as you can swing,
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, the challenger, from Cleveland, Ohio...weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...representing the Samson Family….he is The Indestructible Force….Brooklyn!!!
Alexander Corvis: My goodness, look at him...
Rose: The term “caged animal” comes to mind.
Alexander Corvis: That's exactly what he looks like too...
Rose: Yeah, that's why I said it!
Alexander Corvis: This is not gonna be good.
Rose: Not for Jessie Roberts anyway!
With Mama Said Knock You Out playing in the background Jessie walks out onto the stage and starts to bounce around trying to get loose. She waited for a few moments before she walked down and slaps hands with a few fans as she does this before she stops at the steps slapping the top of them before getting in the ring. She then get in and bounces around then if she is out on her own look at the enterance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.
Patricia Downs: And his opponent, from Iowa City, Iowa….weighing in at one hundred and forty-eight pounds...she is the current, reigning and defending Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion...she is the Hawkeye Warrior….Jessie Roberts!!!
Alexander Corvis: Roberts looking more than ready to defend her Showtime championship by tooth and nail!
Rose: She might actually have to use tooth and nail to do it too!
DING DING DING!!
Match #1: Jessie Roberts (c) vs. Brooklyn
Brooklyn and Jessie walk to the middle of the ring. Brooklyn swings for a big clothesline and Jessie catches his arm with her own and swings herself up into a crucifix hold. She goes to roll him back over but Brooklyn manages to block it and gives her a Samoan drop. Brooklyn quickly flips over and starts smashing down at her face with his fist. Jessie gets her arms up and rolls away just as Brooklyn pounds his fist down onto the mat aiming for her head. Jessie scrambles up to her feet and quickly makes her way up onto the top turnbuckles. Brooklyn gets to his feet and Jessie leaps off for a diving crossbody block. Brooklyn catches her and flips her over his shoulder to go for a running powerslam. Jessie slips out the back door and lands on her feet. She shoves Brooklyn forward towards the turnbuckles. Brooklyn hits chest first and stumbles back. Jessie quickly swings up into a victory roll.
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KICKOUT!!!
Alexander Corvis: Early attempt by Roberts!
Jessie rolls forward and runs to the ropes. She rebounds off and goes for a flying forearm shot. Brooklyn ducks. Jessie crashes to the mat, rolling to the ropes and ending up on the apron. She quickly gets to her feet and slings shots herself at him. Brooklyn catches her over his shoulder before dropping down into a hot shot. Jessie's throat hits the top rope, snapping her back violently into Brooklyn's waiting arms. He snaps off a big head and arm suplex and then gives her a quick running splash for a cover.
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Jessie rolls him over into a crucifix pin.
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KICKOUT!!!
Alexander Corvis: That was a close one! Roberts is playing bait and counter with a bigger stronger opponent!
Rose: She better be careful or the craps gonna hit the fan with this one!
Alexander Corvis: I think it may already have gotten there...
Rose: Naw, she'll still breathing and there's no blood yet.
Alexander Corvis: And Brooklyn does love drawing blood.
Rose: Love it? He freakin’ lives for it!
Jessie pops up to her feet and Brooklyn clocks her with a nasty clothesline. He drops down to try for a chokehold but Jessie grabs the ropes. Brooklyn releases his hold but grabs her by the hair and uses it to pull her in for another clothesline. Jessie goes down hard and Brooklyn pulls her up by her hair again. He rears back and drills her with a second big clothesline. He pulls her up and knocks her down again and again and again until finally he pulls her up, hooks her up and drills her with a nasty T-Bone suplex. Brooklyn goes for the cover.
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KICKOUT!!!
Brooklyn goes to pull her up again and Jessie pulls him down into an inside cradle.
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KICKOUT!!!
Brooklyn pops up and goes for another big clothesline but Jessie swings around and gives him a swinging DDT. Brooklyn sits up almost immediately. Jessie gives him a dropkick to the back. Brooklyn goes down and then rolls over onto his knees and starts up. Jessie catches his arm and swings around looking for a DDT again. Brooklyn blocks and starts to stand back up but Jessie changes to a hanging guillotine hold with a body scissors. Brooklyn punches her in the mouth but she holds on for dear life. Brooklyn punches her in the face again and still Jessie holds on. Brooklyn finally spins around and runs her back first into the turnbuckles, smashing her loose. He clocks her in the mouth with a closed fist and then whips her across the ring to the opposite corner. Jessie hits hard following with a big clothesline that crushes her into the turnbuckles. He steps back and whips her across again before following her in. Jessie gets her feet up and rolls him down into a victory roll again.
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KICKOUT!!!
Alexander Corvis: He doesn't look pleased at all right now!
Rose: Pleased? He almost got pinned right there! Why in the hell would he be pleased?
Alexander Corvis: Well then he really looks exceptionally pissed off...
Rose: For him? I don't know... but he’s getting there for sure!
Alexander Corvis: And Jessie Roberts is managing to absorb and keep going...
Rose: For now she is... for now...
Brooklyn gets up and swings for a wicked clothesline. Jessie ducks it and goes to the ropes again. She looks for a quebrada but Brooklyn catches her. He steps back and she slides through into a reverse DDT. She pops up and goes for another quebrada. Brooklyn moves and she lands on her feet. Brooklyn gets up to his knees and blasts her low. Jessie's eyes go wide as she starts to double over in pain. Brooklyn smashes his forearm hard back up into her groin area and Jessie's eyes go even wider. Brooklyn stands up and punches her hard in the mouth knocking her back a few steps. Brooklyn clocks her again and Jessie falls back against the turnbuckles. He whips her across the ring and then steps back, pounding his feet on the mat like a rampaging rhino ready to spike it's opponent. He charges across the ring and Jessie drops down to the mat causing him to crash into the turnbuckles chest first. Jessie catches Brooklyn for a schoolboy roll-up as he staggers back, stunned from the impact.
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KICKOUT!!!
Both competitors get to their feet. Brooklyn catches her by the throat and throws her back into the corner. Jessie hits hard and Brooklyn starts laying in punches, drilling her in the abdomen, working his way up until he just pounds her in the mouth. He follows with a big clothesline and then launches her over the top with a tiger suplex. Jessie hits hard and bounces up to her feet. Brooklyn catches her and goes for a bridging German suplex.
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KICKOUT!!!
Jessie gets to her feet and Brooklyn gives her a bridging Northern Lights suplex.
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KICKOUT!!!
Brooklyn throws her back into the corner and starts laying in punches on her, drawing blood from her eyebrow. He continues pounding away as the referee starts to warn him about repeated closed fist strikes. Brooklyn ignores him and continues pounding away, seemingly mesmerized by the blood. The referee starts counting as Brooklyn continues to just fire away.
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5!!!
The referee asks him to stop again and then starts counting for a second time.
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5!!!
The referee tries to stop him and ends up eating one himself! Brooklyn goes back to it now drawing blood from her other eyebrow as well. Another referee makes his way into the ring and calls for the bell before trying to stop the Indestructible Force. Brooklyn kicks him in the balls and then gives the hapless official the Raging Inferno (fireman’s carry cutter).
DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner an STILL the Showtime Champion... Jessie Roberts!
Alexander Corvis: What the hell is he doing?
Rose: Getting what he wants!
Alexander Corvis: But he just got himself disqualified!
Jessie starts to stagger out of the corner. Brooklyn drops her with a DDT and then applies his Brooklyn Bridge (cattle mutilation).
Rose: Does he look like he cares anymore? Brooklyn smelled blood and now he's going right for it!
Alexander Corvis: This is not good...
Rose: It was never going to be!
Almost immediately Jessie attempts to tap. Brooklyn release her and throws her through the ropes to the floor. He goes out after her and flips up the ring skirt, grabbing a roll of barbed wire. He quickly wraps it around his arm and slaps on a cobra clutch. Jessie screams from new pain as the wire tears into her flesh.
Alexander Corvis: OHMIGOD!!!!
Rose: He's tearing her to shreds with that stuff!
Alexander Corvis: How vile and sadistic can one guy be? He's got it digging into her face and...
Rose: Look at his reaction to the blood...
Alexander Corvis: It's like he's getting high off it...
Rose: Dear God!
Brooklyn's eyes go wide with maniacal rage as Jessie screams in agony, her blood pouring out of her from copious amounts of holes. Jessie reaches out for help even as she feels her strength leaving her. Looking for more and more blood, Brooklyn tightens the cobra clutch.
Just as trainers and EMTs rush down to try and pull him off of her, Jessie stops screaming, passing out in his grip. Brooklyn releases the hold, rubbing the Champion’s blood all over his face, visibly intoxicated. The crowd looks on in stunned silence. With a sick grin on his face at what he's just done and a seeming hunger for more, Brooklyn steps back as Jessie is attended to.
Alexander Corvis: What an impact Brooklyn has made on his Anarchy debut!
Rose: He may have lost the match but he’s definitely not the one that looks like it!
We fade out as the EMT's help Jessie up.
The camera opens backstage to show backstage interviewer Butterscotch Monroe being overshadowed by the near seven footer that is standing next to her. The man known as The Mongrel is dressed in his wrestling gear and has his Challenge Championship title belt over his massive shoulder.
Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you The Mongrel. Thank you for joining me tonight.
The Mongrel: The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Monroe.
Butterscotch Monroe: In a matter of moments your entrance music will play over the loud speaker here at the Port Melbourne Beach Park and Grounds and you will march to the ring to face quite possibly one of the hardest men in EHWF history. Both of you have made your intentions clear during the week concerning this match are there any last minute thoughts?
The Mongrel: Mister Smith, you seem to be brandishing your psychology degree high into the air. Am I mistaken to think that you do have indeed have a degree from an institute of higher learner? Please don’t mistake that as disparaging to whatever education level you do possess, Mister Smith, as it will play no factor in our No Holds Match in a few moments. But I bring it up because you seem to believe that you have me psychological analyzed. I believe you pegged me as “insecure?”
The near four hundred pounder smirks.
The Mongrel: I am by no means a religious man, Mister Smith, but First Corinthians Thirteenth chapter Eleven verse states, “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” When I was a child I was a rotund, skyscraper of a youth. I literally stood out amongst my peers. When I was a child I was insecure. So I cocooned myself where I was the most secure - my studies. It was there where I excelled; where my scholastic endeavours matched my physical stature. As the years passed and I transcended into this sport, the meshing of the two allowed me the security to know that I am indeed head and shoulders over nearly everyone in this business. And it is with that knowledge, I have already secured the victory in whatever bout I engage.
He shifts his enormous weight from one leg to the other.
The Mongrel: Mister Smith, do not deceive yourself that your false adoration will lull me into the thoughts that my compatriots, especially Joshua Samson, Esquire, has control of me as if I were a “big giant pawn.” My thoughts, my words, my every action is dedicated by me alone. It is through free will alone that I am a part of the Samson Family. Never, ever get that misinterpreted, Mister Smith. Just like I will not misunderstand what you will attempt to do to me in our forthcoming match is nothing but business. In this business of a sport, you are not the only one that resides in those places of “bedlam, chaos, war, and anarchy.” I have relished in those boroughs of sheer destruction and neighborhoods of despair. So be at ease, Mister Smith, that we are neighbors and I expect nothing but your everything to leave me breathless.
The man dubbed the Reason Why There Is Fear On Earth nods to Butterscotch before walking out closing the scene.
Patricia Downs: The following is a No Holds Barred match scheduled for ONE FALL!
"No Rest For the Wicked" by Godsmack starts and a small boo goes through the crowd as The Mongrel enters the arena. He looks straight ahead, and stalks to the ring, like a lion slowly but fluidly descending to its hunting grounds. He ignores the fans.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first from Chandler, Arizona...weighing in at three hundred and seventy-seven pounds...representing the Samson Family...he is one-half of the Challenge Champions….he is the Reason Why There Is Fear On Earth….The Mongrel!
Alexander Corvis: I get the feeling that this man is going to be scary in a match like this.
Rose: If The Mongrel gets to hurt people, I think he won't hesitate to do just that.
Abruptly the lights go out across the arena and it sends the crowed into a frenzy. Slowly the Image of the skull that blinks from being normal to x-rayed appears on the stage screen.
HAIL TO THE KING!
Avenged Sevenfolds Hail to the king blast over the pa system and Eric Smith burst out from behind the curtain dressed in black short trunks and knee pads. His hands are heavily taped. The fans erupt in anger and boos. He then thrust his arms out and into the air. Eric then walks to the center of the stage and crouches down on the stage. He abruptly jumps back up and roars like a mad man. And as his feet hit the ground piro explodes to his left and to his right turning the arena red. Eric then begins to make his way down the ramp . The Rage then walks to the ring steps and climbs his way to the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowed. Climbing into the ring he then awaits for opponent.
Patricia Downs: And his opponent, from San Bernardino, California...weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds...he is the Bad Blood Champion...he is The Rage...Eric Smith!
Alexander Corvis: We have had some tough men in this company but Smith ranks up there as one of the toughest!
Rose: Well he’s going to have a chance to add another level of toughness with who he has to face in this match!
The referee looks at both men to make sure that they are ready for the match. Eric Smith nods. The Mongrel, on the other hand, decides he's going to get things started quickly. He runs across the ring and BLASTS Smith with a cheap shot that sends him staggering.
DING DING DING!!
Match #2: The Mongrel vs. Eric Smith
Mongrel follows it up with another right hand, and then another, and then another. The fans boo loudly though the referee can't do anything to stop it. Smith finally slumps against the corner with nowhere to escape. Mongrel shakes his head angrily and mumbles under his breath. He steps back to the center of the ring and then runs at Smith, leaping into the air and trying to connect with a huge splash! Smith just barely ducks out of the way in time. The impact of the collision sends Mongrel stumbling around. He grabs the ropes to steady himself, which gives Smith a chance to clothesline the big man out to the floor!
Rose: I don't want you to really win or anything, Eric, but I DO need to thank you for taking things out to the floor.
Alexander Corvis: Between the fact that one of these men is referred to The Reason Why There Is Fear On Earth and the other is legendary in hardcore matches.
Rose: Violence!
Smith slides out to the floor to meet with Mongrel. The big man staggers back up to his feet, only to immediately be hit in the mouth with a hard right hand. Smith follows it up with a second, prompting Mongrel to stumble around and try to create a bit of space between himself and the Bad Blood Champ. He makes his way around the ring. Smith shakes his head angrily and follows in hot pursuit. Smith tries to grab hold of Mongrel, but Mongrel shoves him away. Smith stumbles just a step, which all the opening that Mongrel needs to step forward and BLAST him in the mouth with a big boot! Smith hits the floor hard. He tries to crawl back up to his feet as Mongrel turns around and grabs the steel steps. He lifts them above his head.
Alexander Corvis: Fans, you may not realize this if you're watching at home, but those steps are heavy and they hurt.
Rose: And The Mongrel is carrying them like they're nothing!
Smith turns around as The Mongrel charges and BLASTS him in the head with the steel steps! The impact of the collision draws a bit of blood while sending Smith stumbling around. The fans continue to boo Mongrel loudly. He shakes his head and takes a step back before charging forward to deliver a second shot with the steel steps. This time, however, Smith dives at Mongrel's knees. This not only trips Mongrel up, but also causes Mongrel to land on the steps face first! He pulls himself up to his feet, nonetheless groggy from the impact. The fans cheer as Eric Smith wipes a bit of blood away from his face. He then grabs Mongrel and runs him hard into the ring post. Mongrel slumps against it, desperately trying to hold himself up. Smith smirks as the crowd begins to cheer for him.
Alexander Corvis: When you involve weapons like those stairs, it doesn't take much to change the momentum of a match.
Rose: Unfortunately...you're right...
Smith begins to search under the ring. Seconds later, he emerges with a kendo stick. He holds it high in the air for all to see, the fans cheering loudly at the sight of it. Smith takes the stick and walks over to Mongrel. He swings it at Mongrel's mid-section, where it connects with a loud WHACK! Smith swings again and again, connecting with Mongrel's ribs. Smith smirks as he lifts the stick up and aims a big swing at Mongrel's head! Mongrel ducks out of the way at the last second. The stick connects with the ring post and before Smith can recover, Mongrel yanks it away from him. He violently jabs the stick into Smith's ribs before breaking it over his back. He then grabs The Rage, lifts him into the air, and slams him down onto the steel steps. He shoves Smith onto the floor and goes for the first cover of the match.
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Smith kicks out!
Alexander Corvis: I know we've technically seen more violent matches than this one but these two are hitting each other hard!
Rose: And they'll keep getting harder until one stays down!
Mongrel glares down at Smith and shakes his head. He elbow shots Smith in the head, grinding the elbow over the open wound from the stair shot. The blood begins to flow a bit more. Mongrel lifts him into the air with a hand around Smith’s neck and holds the Bad Blood Champ in front of him. He charges forward and slams Smith's back into the ring post. Smith tries to keep himself upright. Mongrel casually throws him down to the floor. He then turns around and begins to look around the ring for a new weapon to use—emerging just seconds later with a steel chair. The fans boo at the sight of the chair. Mongrel ignores them and waits for Smith to make it up to his feet.
Alexander Corvis: This could be bad...
Rose: Or it could be great!
Smith groggily tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Mongrel continues to play with the chair in his hands, the look on his face reflecting some very evil intentions. Suddenly the arena goes black before the *Click* *Click* *Click* of Oliver Blacks umbrella echoes throughout the arena. After the clicking stops there is a long pause before the drums of "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains comes in hard.
Alexander Corvis: WHAT IN THE WORLD?!
Rose: Why is Oliver Black coming out here?!
The once pitch black arena is blinded as the Anarchy stage lights up in bright white light, spotlighting "The Nightmare" Oliver Black. Standing in a long black trench coat, fur lining the inside collar. As well as a black plague doctors mask. His trademark umbrella resting on his shoulder.
Alexander Corvis: I think Black is about to cash in on his opportunity to get the Bad Blood Championship!
Once Smith is standing, Mongrel charges forward. He gets ready to swing big—only to have Smith step forward and kick the chair into his face with a Breathless! The impact knocks Mongrel down to the floor. He drops the chair beside him. Black stands on the stage looking down at the action.
Rose: Oliver isn’t making any effort to get involved.
Alexander Corvis: Maybe he’s waiting for the end of the match?
Smith grabs the chair and stands it up. He then slowly drags Mongrel up to his feet. He makes a cutthroat motion and then delivers an implant DDT onto the open chair—breaking it and planting Mongrel on the floor in the process! Smith covers.
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Patricia Downs: The winner of this match...Eric Smith!
Alexander Corvis: Eric Smith has defeated The Mongrel here tonight!
Rose: There is no way the Samson Family is going to stand for this!
From the stage, Black sarcastically claps his hands as Eric holds up his Bad Blood title belt so that Black can get a clear view of it. We fade out.
*Relive the action on EHWF On Demand*
“Hate Me Now” by Nas featuring Puff Daddy blares throughout the arena as a very dapper suited Joshua Samson walks out to the top of the ramp. There is an uproar of jeers throughout the crowd. Samson raises an eyebrow and chuckles upon hearing the disdain from the audience.
Alexander Corvis: Here comes quite possibly the most hated man in EHWF history!
Rose: And that's saying a lot since we have had quite a few people that have been hated! But he’s our boss, so you won’t hear anything bad outta me about him!
Samson makes his way down the rampway and enters the ring.
Joshua Samson: So how have you Aussie plebs been enjoying Anarchy up to now?
The crowd continues to boo which only causes the General Manager to chuckle some more.
Joshua Samson: Do you people ever get tired of mooing...I mean booing? It doesn’t matter because you should all know by now that I live for your booing because never forget that I’m the bad guy!
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Joshua Samson: And as the bad guy it’s going to be my extreme pleasure to make the following announcement. In my sole capacity as the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire, it is one of my duties to ensure that the talent level of the green brand remains at the highest level. By doing that I have set up a trade with that clown Mayhem General Manager Sah’ta Thor involving two time Hall of Famer Two First Names himself, Jason Dave.
Alexander Corvis: What in the hell?! Our very own Dave is on the trading block! I wonder if General Manager Samson is looking to ship Dave to Mayhem because he fears that Dave could very well be moments away from winning the Heavyweight Championship when he gets his rematch?
Crowd: JASON DAVE! JASON DAVE!
Rose: Of course Mister Samson isn’t thinking that, Alex. I have been saying on this very show for weeks that Jason has lost a step or two since returning. It only makes sense that he is traded off for an Extremist that hasn’t.
Alexander Corvis: So now we need to know who we are getting in this blockbuster trade?!
Joshua Samson: As you plebs should know I have been in long exhausting contract negotiations since the Aftermath pay-per-view. Now I can happily announce that coming immediately to Anarchy in this grand trade will be a man that is a former Junior Heavyweight Champion, a former two time World Tag Team Champion, and a former two-time EHWF Champion. If you kangaroo looking plebs don’t know who I’m talking about well let it be known that the newest Anarchist is KEVIN HUNTER!!
Alexander Corvis: OHMIGOSH!
Rose: The Son of Chaos is coming to Anarchy!
Joshua Samson: Who’s the man up in here?! Me, that’s who!
Suddenly over the sound system a female voice is heard saying, “Actually I’m the man!” which is soon followed by “Evacuate the Dance Floor” by Cascada. The entire attention of the building turns toward the entranceway.
Alexander Corvis: Could it be?!
Rose: No way!
An energized Misty Vegas runs out onto the stage waving her hands in the air to all in attendance. With a huge smile on her face, Misty sprints down the ramp and stops before sliding into the ring while walking over to the fans. Misty runs up to the crowd and does the“Lambeau Leap” into the crowd. Misty slides into the ring as she does a split in the center of the ring and winks at the crowd watching. Samson looks on in utter confusion.
Joshua Samson: What...what…
Misty Vega: Close your mouth, Mister Samson. Oh wait, I can call you Joshua now.
Joshua Samson: What are you talking about, little girl? Matter of fact, why are you even here?! Didn’t you “retire?”
Misty Vega: Actually I did retire. And before you go correcting me by saying that your Samson Family ran me out, think again.
Joshua Samson: So what are you doing here?
Misty Vega: You mean to tell me that you haven’t heard? The great and almighty Joshua Samson, Esquire is totally lost in the sauce?!
The former World Tag Team Champion looks upon her former Executive Representative with a sarcastic quizzical expression. Samson returns the expression, his genuine though, to the young woman he dubbed The Revolutionary.
Joshua Samson: I don’t have time to play games with you, Misty. I have a broadcast to tend to. You’re trying my patience already by being out here and if it weren’t for our past association I would have already had security to escort your ass out of here for trespassing! Now what are you doing out here?!
Misty Vega: I’m the Anarchy Human Resources Manager, Joshua…
Alexander Corvis: Did we just hear correctly, Rose?!
Rose: I think Misty just said she was the Anarchy Human Resources Manager!
Misty Vega: That’s right, Joshua. No longer do you have the supreme authority around here. No longer will there be any more Samson biased booked matches. The playing field will forever be balanced. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.
“Evacuate the Dance Floor” blares again as Misty winks to an enraged Samson before she makes her way out of the ring. She walks up the ramp slapping the outstretched hands of the fans.
Alexander Corvis: What a revelation! What a revelation!
”It’s Coming”
We come back to the arena where Patricia Downs is waiting with her mic to introduce the main event of the night.
Patricia Downs: This following main event contest is a chairs match and it is set for one single fall!
The arena goes black before the *Click* *Click* *Click* of Oliver Blacks umbrella echoes through out the arena. After the clicking stops there is a long pause before the drums of "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains comes in hard
The once pitch black arena is blinded as the Anarchy stage lights up in bright white light, spotlighting "The Nightmare" Oliver Black. Standing in a long black trench coat, fur lining the inside collar. As well as a black plague doctors mask. His trademark umbrella resting on his shoulder. Black soaks in the crowd before opening the umbrella and stalking to the ring a single spotlight following him.
Approaching the ring, Oliver closes the umbrella and rolls under the bottom rope. As the crescendo of the song approaches Black throws off his mask and out his arms.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first ...Representing The Black Asylum… Oliver Black!
Whatever by Our Lady Peace hits the PA and from out behind the curtains, Jason Dave slowly makes his way out onto the stage. Sporting a pair of athletic shorts and a white tang top, he makes his way down the ring slowly, making eye contact with nearly every member of the EHWF universe. He stops when he reaches ring side and takes a lap around the ring. He walks up the steel ring steps and grazes his palm across the top rope and looks out to the crowd with his signature smirk. He enters through the middle rope and then reaches the center of the ring. He smiles and chuckles softly before removing his tang top and tossing it to the side of the ring. He perches himself on one of the far corners of the ring and waits for his opponent to come out to the ring.
Patricia Downs: And his opponent… He is God’s Gift to Pro Wrestling… Jason Dave!
Alexander Corvis: How ironic that Joshua Samson makes this match a chair match after Bill Ryder hit Jason Dave with a chair to retain and dash Jason’s dreams!!
The referee looks at both Anarchists for a moment before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!
Main Event: Oliver Black vs. Jason Dave
The bell sounds and the fans are all on their feet as Jason Dave is right pissed off and looks to make the final match on Anarchy a big one as he sprints at an unsuspecting Oliver Black and takes him down with a massive tackle! Dave is on top of Oliver on the mat and starts bashing him with rights and lefts until Oliver headbutts Dave away and rolls out of the ring! The fans are all on their feet as Oliver grabs a chair from the outside but Dave slides out and grabs it! The two wrestle over the chair but Oliver boots Dave in the gut then smacks the chair over his back! Dave falls to his knees and Oliver screams out in rage before cracking the chair over his back once more!
Alexander Corvis: Oliver Black looking for success in his future by capturing two titles he has shots for! The King of Bereavement is looking to pick up a huge win here tonight by taking out Dave!
Rose: Jason Dave’s dreams were dashed when Bill got himself disqualified! This might be turning out to be a brutal match against these two amazing competitors but Jason Dave will never look at a chair the same way again!
Oliver readies the chair and demands that Dave get back up! Dave gets up and Oliver swings right for his skull but Dave jumps up and dropkicks the chair right into Oliver’s face! Oliver falls against the apron but he isn’t that fazed much to Dave’s surprise! Oliver runs a knee into Dave and goes for a suplex on the outside but Dave gets off of him and slides down Oliver’s back! Dave pounds Oliver in the back before grabbing his torso and pulls him, sending Oliver into the apron! The fans are losing it as Dave goes over and grabs a chair! He cracks the chair over the back of Oliver and when Oliver turns around in pain, Dave levels Oliver in the face with it! Oliver’s face is bleeding but it doesn't keep him down for long!
Alexander Corvis: OHMIGOSH! Monster chair shots! They two have busted each other open as this chair much has gone hardcore!
Rose: Jason Dave might have gotten traded by that asshole Joshua Samson because he feared Jason Dave making a comeback and beating Bill but Jason Dave is going to leave Anarchy with a win it looks like!
Oliver goes to get up but Dave goes to bring the chair down on him again! Oliver grabs a chair from behind him and drives it into Dave’s gut forcing him to drop his chair! Oliver drops the chair and gets up, hitting Dave with a big DDT right on the chair! Dave’s head is all bloody and the fans go nuts as both men are busted open! Oliver sets up a couple of chairs before grabbing another one and putting it around Dave’s leg! Oliver stomps on the chair and Dave screams in pain as it damages his shin! Oliver laughs out loud before running a boot into Dave’s head! Dave is down and Oliver gets up onto the apron! Oliver out at Dave as the fans are going wild! Oliver jumps off, aiming for the chair on Dave’s leg but Dave rolls out of the way and Oliver lands on the floor! Oliver hurts his legs but he turns around in a rage only for Dave to limp over and blast Oliver with forearms to the back and the back of the neck, knocking Oliver down!
Alexander Corvis: Oliver so dominant tonight but now Jason Dave is fighting back with all he’s got! He’s going to make this a match that Anarchy remembers!
Rose: Oliver Black is looking to become the next big thing and what a start he would get at that by beating Jason Dave in this brutal chairs match here tonight!
Fans: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Dave grabs Oliver and bounces his head off of the apron then runs him head first into the ringpost! The fans go nuts as Dave raises his arms and yells at Oliver to get back up! Oliver is hurt and bleeding and Dave doesn’t look much better. Dave goes to grab Oliver but there are chairs everywhere and Oliver tosses a chair, nailing Dave right in the head with it! Oliver starts grabbing chair after chair and tossing them at Dave! Dave is hit by the rain of chairs! He blocks some but they end up getting the better of him and Dave falls in a flood of chairs as Oliver runs out! Oliver picks up a bleeding Dave and looks for a London Falling on the chairs but Dave pushes away from Oliver and soccers a chair up from the ground! Oliver is distracted from the chair in midair as Dave kicks it right into Oliver’s face! The fans LOSE IT!
Fans: AHHHHHH!
Alexander Corvis: OHMIGOSH! Dave kicks that flying chair right in Oliver’s face! Oliver just took that head on and I think he might be knocked out!
Rose: It’s going to take more than that to knock Oliver out! Oliver might be down but he’s far from out and I can tell that it’s worrying Dave here as Dave is losing stamina and energy quick!
Oliver is down on his hands and knees, bleeding from his mouth and in pain! Dave walks up to him and grabs him by the hair but Oliver grabs a chair from the floor and smacks Dave in the torso with it! Dave flings a chair at Oliver but Oliver deflects it with his chair! Oliver deflects another then another until Jason Dave loses it and runs up, dropkicking the chair into Oliver’s face! The fans are all on their feet! Dave slaps Oliver across the back of the head and rolls Oliver into the ring!
Alexander Corvis: Dave doing what he has to do to fight back into this one but it looks like Oliver can take any chair shots and still be conscious!
Rose: Dave has taken the chair shots a lot harder than Oliver Black. Oliver Black has tanked every chair shot that has come his way and now it looks like Dave is trying another method or there is no way he can get Oliver down tonight!
Dave picks Oliver up but Oliver knees Dave in the gut! The fans are going NUTS! Oliver wants London Falling but it’s no good! Dave pushes Oliver to the corner! Oliver grabs a chair and Dave wants Transcendence but Oliver gives Dave a chair to the gut and Dave goes down, taking a chair shot to the back, devastating Dave! Oliver goes to finish Dave with the chair but Bill Ryder’s music hits! The fans all get on their feet as they expect Bill Ryder to come out! Oliver stops and looks out at the stage!
Alexander Corvis: WHAT!? NO!? BILL RYDER!? BILL RYDER!?
Rose: Is it really him!? Why doesn't he just stay out of this!?
Oliver rages and smacks the ropes with his chair! Oliver tosses his chair half way up the ramp and screams for Bill to come out! The fans are cheering but Oliver lets go of the ropes and realises it’s more Samson Family bullshit! Oliver turns around and Dave tosses a chair at him! Oliver catches the chair but Dave kicks it right into his face! Dave follows up off of the distraction, not falling for any Samson Family tricks and hitting Oliver with Reality Check onto the chair off of the distraction! The fans go WILD as Dave covers!
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DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner… Jason Dave!
Alexander Corvis: OHMIGOSH! What a match!
Rose: Jason Dave does it off that distraction! That really must have gotten to Oliver Black off of the ba… WATCH OUT!
The moment the bell rings The Black Asylum rush the ring. The Misfit, Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson immediately pounce the fallen Jason Dave with a flurry of kicks. While Oliver Black recovers in the corner using a chair like a crutch to get back to his feet.
Alexander Corvis: The Black Asylum! The Black Asylum! Rose: They vowed to not be ignored and tonight they plan on making it known!
Black pushes back his team mates and slams the chair in the back of Jason Dave. A second chair shot to the leg.
Alexander Corvis: Someone's got to stop this! This is uncalled for.
Rose: They are dissecting Dave like a pack of wolves, Alex.
The crowd erupts as Eric Smith rushes down the ramp and into the ring. Smith ducks a massive clothesline from McPherson and goes right into a Breathless on Lord Raab taking the big man out as he falls backwards through the ropes and to the floor!
Alexander Corvis: Breathless! Smith out to even the odds!
Rose: It’s a numbers game right now, and The Black Asylum still has them.
The Misfit delivers a chop to the leg of Smith. Eric drops to one knee and get a massive chair shot from Oliver Black! The Black Asylum goes back to stomping Dave and Smith when the crowd erupts again.
Alexander Corvis: Its Bill Ryder! Where did he come from! Ryder is in the ring tuning up the band.
The Misfit turns around right into a Ryde of your life. Oliver Black directs traffic yelling at Samuel to attack Ryder. Bill drops pulling the top rope with him as Samuel goes for the big boot and topples over the rope and to the floor.
Rose: Ryder means business tonight! He's clearing house!
Alexander Corvis: The Anarchy World Champion and The Number One Contender! This is one hell of a moment!
YES! YES! YES! The crowd erupts in a yes chant as the two men stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Oliver Black holds up the chair close to him, while Ryder taunts him to swing it!
Alexander Corvis: Ryder looking fear in the eye!
The Misfit is on the ring apron ready to grab long time rival Bill Ryder from behind, but instinct kicks in and Ryder turns around connecting with a second Ryde of your life as Misfit falls backwards off the apron. But this gives Black an opening he needed as he takes out Ryder with a massive chair to the back. McPherson, Raab are back in the ring and with Black they all stomp the fallen men.
Alexander Corvis: This is a mugging tonight!
Rose: It's not a mugging, it’s a statement!
The Nightmare Oliver Black sets up the chair in the middle of the ring a microphone in hand. Black takes a minute to recover, as all you hear over the p.a. is heavy breathing.
Oliver Black: I said we would no longer be overlooked, no longer be ignored! I also said that tonight I would let the EHWF fans know which title contract I intend to cash in first.
Alexander Corvis: This is it Rose! The Black Asylums big announcement.
Rose: My money is on Eric Smith and the Bad Blood championship.
Oliver Black: Well Bill... Eric, I'm glad you've chosen to attend this little party here because at EHWF WAR I have chosen to cash in my contract on... Eric Smith and the Bad Blood Championship!
The crowd pops!
Rose: I knew it, Black and Smith at WAR!
Oliver Black: ... AND Bill Ryder and the World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd pops!
Alexander Corvis: What! This is a blockbuster! Black is going to pull double duty at WAR! Two titles, two matches!
Oliver Black: ... At the same time! Signed by new Anarchy Human Resources Manager – Misty Vega… it will be Oliver Black vs. Eric Smith vs Bill Ryder Winner... Takes... All!
Alexander Corvis: OMG! This is insane news?
Rose: Does Vega even have that kind of power.
Oliver Black smirks holding the microphone limply as he looks at his to competitors for WAR fallen on the mat below him.
Oliver Black: We are the witches...
Oliver Black stands tall over his downed opponents and the destruction he had just caused. We fade out to the EHWF Logo, ending the show.