COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM JACK ADAMS MEMORIAL ARENA IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN!
ANARCHY kicks off inside JACK ADAMS MEMORIAL ARENA with the fans screaming wildly for the final night before the LORD OF THE RING pay per view. They cheer for their favorite in the battle royal, be it RAGE, SHAWN CHRISTOPHER or CENTURION... they scream their support for TEAM RAVEN or TEAM CASH and represent their favorite stars with a variety of tee shirts and hand made signs. The spotlights whip around the crowd at a pace so frenzied it would send CYREN seizuring to the floor, until finally "Here Comes the Money" begins to blare on the P.A. speakers and XWF OWNER JASON CASH appears at the top of the ramp.
CASH makes his way down towards the ring, bouncing to the music as he slaps hands with the fans and smiles from ear to ear. Once he reaches the steps, he bounces up them and into the ring, standing in the center of the mat until the fans begin to quiet down. Once they fall quiet, CASH produces a microphone and begins to speak.
CASH: Well, here we are, a few days away from LORD OF THE RING and the moment that I pound JAMES RAVEN'S face into the canvas and wipe that smile off of his face once and for all. Now, rumor has it that on this "randomly booked ANARCHY", JAMES has instructed his entire team to stay out of the ring and save themselves for the PPV. In other words, he's playing this like a littl bitch.
The fans begin to boo loudly, disappointed that they won't get to see the likes of BIG SHANK or CENTURION in action tonight. CASH nods his head in agreement, clearly upset in his own right that RAVEN is trying to gain an advantage by "protecting" the health of his team.
CASH: I regretfully inform you that do to TEAM RAVENS cowardice, TEAM CASH will be following suit. I'm not willing to see K MONEY tweak an ankle or GILMOUR break a wrist while RAVEN sits at home and laughs, wearing a "Fear me Forevermore" custom Snuggie.
The fans boo even louder at the news that now they wont even get to see the likes of BLIZZARD or TOMOKO HANAHARA in action before the pay per view. CASH shrugs his shoulders as if to say it's not his fault, then continues to speak.
CASH: Don't blame me for RAVEN's cowardice, and when you end up dissapointed in ANARCHY because its only got one match, don't bother trying to get your money back. With that said, lets just move on to the main event and go the f**k home.
Before anyone can even react, another man appears at the top of the ramp clearly enraged by what CASH has just said. He has a thick beard and long scragly hair that runs down his back, as he stares at CASH, piercing deep into the owners soul.
FAMINE: F**k that... and f**k you.
IT'S FAMINE OF THE VILE!!! THE DEMON KING IS HERE ON ANARCHY!!! CASH turns to look at him, caught off guard by what was just said, but he quickly recovers and makes his way over to the ropes, leaning over to speak to the former WORLD CHAMPION.
CASH: I'm sorry, you vampiric freak, what did you just say?
FAMINE: We're not going to the main event yet. I'm here, I'm ready to go, I cut a damned promo and I want a god damned match... now, "mister owner", make it happen, or I may be forced to take my frustration out on you. Is that understood?
CASH stares at FAMINE silently for a moment, clearly not a fan of being told what to do. However, after a minute he gives in and nods his head slowly in agreemment.
CASH: Fair enough, we wouldn't want you coming after me, would we? Why don't you wait here, and I'll go backstage and hand select someone of your caliber to come out here... sound like a plan?
FAMINE says nothing, but he steps out of the way on the ramp, allowing CASH to roll out under the bottom rope and make his way backstage. The crowd cheers as FAMINE climbs slowly into the ring, turning around to stare at the top of the ramp patiently for whoever JASON CASH chooses to appear. There's no music playing on the speakers, no lights illuminating the crowd, and FAMINE clenches his fist in anticipation... who will he need to face in his return? Will it be JAMES RAVEN, a man he's found himself across the ring from multiple times, or perhaps a NICK RYAN, a star with whom he has major history? Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, leaving the fans in complete and total darkness as they await the appearance of the mystery opponent. The lights return, and "EVERY GIRLS CRAZY 'BOUT AN OLD ASS MAN" is blaring on the P.A. system, and now there is a man standing on the stage, a microphone in one hand and... and... a cane in the other? FAMINE OF THE VILE looks stunned, and the fans clap more because they don't know how else to respond than because they're actually excited to see who it is.
JERRY ATRICK?
FAMINE OF THE VILE grins slightly, then begins looking around at all of the ring cameras, half expecting JASON CASH to jump out and tell him he just got PUNK'D, or whatever the XWF version is that makes it impossible for ASHTON KUTCHER to sue us. However, he soon realizes that this isn't a joke, and he's actually about to wrestle the geriatric JERRY ATRICK. JERRY ATRICK begins wailing at the top of his lungs, flailing his cane around and trying his best to look menacing, but it's obvious that no one in the arena is actually taking him seriously, he just doesn't seem to care. He makes his way down the ramp, inching as fast as his arthritic hips allow him too, and shouting hoarsly into the microphone as he advances.
JERRY: That's right, all of you young whipper snappers, the great-grandfather of whup-ass is back!!! Get yourself ready, FAMINE, because Imma slather you in Bengay, bend you over my knee and teach you to respect your elders while I paddle you with my cane!
The crowd chuckles slightly as JERRY tries to keep up the "tough guy" act, all the while clutching at his stiff knee and holding his aching back. He reaches the steel ring steps, taking a slow step up the first level, then waiting nearly thirty seconds before taking another step up. He looks at FAMINE who is still standing motionless in the ring, watching in disbelief as the old man shakes his fist at him.
JERRY: Don't worry little boy, Imma comin', and Imma whoop you like Franklin Deleanor Roosevelt whooped them boys at Nagasaki with the atom bomb! You better be afeared, son!
FAMINE has finally had enough and he storms over to the ring ropes and leans over, calling for a microphone which he finally gets. He turns angrily back to JERRY who still hasn't made it up the steps, and he hisses into the microphone.
FAMINE: You? YOU!?!? You're the one CASH picked for me to fight? Hell no, CASH, get the f**k out here... NOW!!!
Famine stares at the top of the ramp impatiently, and the fans wait with bated breath, but CASH never comes back out. JERRY finally reaches the top of the ring steps and stands on the apron, shouting loudly.
JERRY: I knew you was a-fear-ed of me! Don't worry bucko, the pain train is comin' into the station, and Imma put my foot in your ass so deep you'll taste bunyon cream in the back of your throat!!!
JERRY slowly climbs through the ropes, then straightens up the best his back will allow him too, and stands face to face with a now frustrated FAMINE OF THE VILE. The two stare each other down, then without warning, JERRY swings his cane into FAMINE OF THE VILE'S knee cap, then jumps backwards to "safety".
FAMINE: Don't do that.
JERRY: YES!!! You all saw it, I dealt a mighty knock out blow to FAMINE OF THE VILE, and now, barely concious, he begs me for his life! Beg for mercy demon bitch, BEG FOR IT AND I MAY SPARE YOU FROM MY MIGHTY... uhhhh... MIGHT!
The crowd begins to laugh uproariously, and FAMINE's pale skin turns a paler red in what can only be embarassment. He stands back up to his full height, and shrugs his shoulders.
FAMINE: Fine. If you're who I need to go through, then you're who I need to go through.
FAMINE takes a few steps backwards towards his own corner, and he removes his jacket and sunglasses, sending the crowd into a frenzy. JERRY grins and reaches into the front of his trousers, pulling out a bottle of pills and popping the lid off, dumping several down his throat. He shakes for a second, but then his scoliosis straightens out, his arthritis fades away and muscles begins to strengthen under his thermal shirt. JERRY throws his cane away and begins to do jumping jacks in the corner of the ring as a referee comes sprinting out from backstage and slides into the ring. OH MY GOD!!! We're actually about to see JERRY ATRICK in action again, taking on FAMINE OF THE VILE? The referee shouts out last minute instructions, then calls for the bell... HERE WE GO!!!
FAMINE OF THE VILE JERRY makes the first move, sprinting for FAMINE and trying to grab him around the neck, but FAMINE easily counters and ducks under the ancient mans outstretched arms, sending him flying into the turnbuckle and slamming hard against the cold steel ring post. FAMINE turns quickly, grabbing JERRY by the waist and throwing him backwards with an exploding GERMAN suplex. JERRY gets to his feet quickly, but its obvious that the senior citizen has been rocked already. He stumbles a few steps closer to FAMINE, but the DEMON KING sends him right back down with a vicious clothesline from hell. The fans cheer loudly at the crazed violence, watching the replay on the X-Tron as JERRY ATRICK's head bounces off of the canvas several times before finally coming to a stop. FAMINE makes his way over to him, grabbing him by the ankle and dragging him to the center of the ring where he grabs the old man by whats left of his hair and lifts him to his feet. He stares at JERRY for a moment, sizing him up before deciding which move to pull out of his arsenal next, but finally he comes to a decision and wraps his right hand around JERRY's throat, lifting him high in the air and then chokeslamming him to the mat with enough force to nearly put his opponent THROUGH the canvas instead of just on top of it.
JERRY rolls around for a few seconds, trying to shake the cobwebs from his skull and get back into a match up that THE VILE ONE is clearly dominating. FAMINE backs up several feet, kneeling down slightly before looking back up at JERRY ATRICK as he tries to make it back to his feet. Finally, the retiree makes it back up and struggles to turn around and locate his opponent, but as soon as he sees FAMINE coming, the former INITIATIVE staple is already soaring through the air, driving his entire body weight into JERRY's stomach and driving him back into the turnbuckle with a huge spear. WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE SHOWING FROM FAMINE OF THE VILE!!! He straightens up, blocking any escape from the turnbuckle that JERRY might have, then he begins to rain down several right and left hands on the former HART TITLE contender. The fans count out with each blow, finally reaching nine before the referee steps in and grabs FAMINE by the shoulder, pulling him out of the corner and giving JERRY a chance to recover from the assault. JERRY pants and shakes, blood pouring from just above his left eye. He makes it to his feet and shakes his head a few times, finally getting back into his right frame of mind. He motions for the referee to let FAMINE back at him, and the DEMON KING advances only to recieve a soft slap to the face that stuns him just long enough for JERRY to drop to the mat and roll out under the bottom rope, jumping up and down with his hands raised high over his head.
JERRY: YES!! The knockout power of JERRY ATRICK!!! Float like a butterfly, sting like a rhinocerous!!! FAMINE can't touch this, CHRIS TUCKER called, he said "you got knocked the f**k" out! WHHOOOOOO DOGGIE!!! JERRY ATRICK IS BACK, YA'LL BETTER SHOW ME SOME RESPECT!!!
FAMINE looks incredibly confused as he stands unharmed in the center of the canvas, looking at the referee who begins to count JERRY ATRICK out.
ONE!!! TWO!!!
JERRY continues to dance around just outside of the ring, shouting at the top of his lungs while the crowd cheers and laughs just as loudly.
JERRY: FAMINE wishes he could be me, he wishes he could handle this... but I hit him with that powerhouse right, and it was all she wrote... he hit the ground, he cried, he prayed to the GOD KILLJOY to save him, but no one could, because JERRY ATRICK IS THE MOST FEARSOME FIGHTER TO EVER ENTER THE XWF!!!
THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!!
Finally, FAMINE has had enough and he lays down on the mat, inching his way across the canvas with an army crawl until his face is just under the bottom rope, inches away from JERRY ATRICK who doesn't even see him, and continues to brag.
SIX!!!
JERRY: I'd come in and connect with the good ol' one, two, three combination, but the little panty waist couldn't even last long enough to see the two or three coming, all it took was one!!! YEAAAAAH, BOOOOOYYY!!!!
JERRY finally turns away from the crowd and his bragging and turns to the ring, where more than likely he expected to see FAMINE unconcious and bloody in the ring, but instead, he turns around and s face to face with the DEMON KING who does not appreciate his lies. JERRY's face turns a pale white, paler than it already was, and he stands rooted in place as FAMINE opens his lips and allows a long stream of blood to drip from his mouth to the floor. OH MY GOD!!!
SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!!
FAMINE: Boo.
JERRY loses it and turns around, screaming at the top of his lungs as he sprints up the entrance ramp and towards the backstage area, tears of fear streaming down his cheeks as the audience begins to laugh even harder. He trips at the top of the ramp, landing hard on the stage, but it barely slows him down as he crawls behind the black curtain and disappears from sight.
NINE!!! TEN!!!
WINNER BY COUNTOUT:
HUNTER RYAN pulls up to the arena and the fans are on their feet as the former World Champ and hometown boy has arrived! He reaches into the backseat and grabs his duffel bag to head inside. He chirps the alarm on his Lexus and heads for the double doors.
VOICE: Got a minute?
HUNTER turns around and sees CENTURION walking up to him from the parking lot just before the entrance. More cheers and ovation for the XWF Legend.
HUNTER: Andy, always a minute for you, sir.
CENTURION: Cut the pleasantries, HUNTER. You were never really good at them. I just wanted to bring a few things into perspective for you before you go face EMO tonight.
HUNTER: Okay...?
CENTURION: A few months ago, you took something from me that I have never really, truly recovered from. As hard as I worked to get myself back to legitimacy in this place, just like that you snatched it away from me. And you know what?
CENTURION takes a step closer to HUNTER who stands his ground agaisnt his old adversary.
CENTURION: You deserved it.
He extends his hand to HUNTER who looks down at it and after a second, takes it and the two men shake hands in respect for one another.
HUNTER: This means a lot, Andy. I appreciate it. But, as you can see, it didn't last long. You just might have been a bit more of a fighting champion than I was had it been you who walked out of that war with the belt. Maybe, just maybe...JAMES RAVEN would still be nothing more than a mid-card champion. Would that be a riot!
The two men have a chuckle and then CENTURION is quickly serious again.
CENTURION: The reason I stopped you wasn't to talk about the World Title, HUNTER. It's to remind you how this year began. Snow Job...you and me...bringing the house down. Leap of Faith...despite FAMINE being thrown into the mix...you and I stole the show one more time. Then finally...at Rage in the Cage...you got the best of me and once again we stole the show.
HUNTER: Yeah...it's been a real ride, hasn't it?
CENTURION: Sure has. I'd be lying if I said our matches haven't been some of the most memorable of my long career.
HUNTER: Well thank you. I'm humbled. But something tells me there's something else...
CENTURION: We're going to be seeing quite a bit of each other in the ring on Sunday. Each time as rivals. I just wanted to let you know I haven't forgotten that I'm currently on a losing streak...to a Ryan Brother. That wouldn't sit well with anyone...no matter how much better you are than your reject of a brother. The point I'm making is this...we may have quite a few others involved in each one of these matches...but don't think for a minute that my sights won't be set on you and I tying up one last time.
HUNTER straighten up and extends his own hand to the Legend before him.
HUNTER: It'll be a pleasure as it always is, Andy.
CENTURION shakes his hand and then walks past him to head inside. He stops jsut before the doors and turns back to HUNTER.
CENTURION: By the way...I may be aging...but I'm still a legend, dammit.
With that, he's gone. The camera zooms in on HUNTER who has a grin on his face. He shakes his head and finally heads inside, himself.
The camera opens up in JASON CASH's office where he sits behind his desk watching a replay of the FAMINE OF THE VILE and JERRY ATRICK match. He laughs so hard that a tear rolls down his cheek, and he leans forward to wipe it away, calming himself before he looks back up at the screen and bursts out laughing again. He opens his side drawer and pulls out a cigar, lighting it and taking a victorious puff, blowing a smoke ring high in the air before jumping in his seat as his office door suddenly blows open. Standing in the hallway is none other than FAMINE OF THE VILE, clearly not as amused as CASH is at this whole scenario.
CASH: Hey, buddy... I just wanted you to know that the XWF lawyers are working on a case to defend you now, what with the nursing home abuse and all.
CASH slaps the surface of his desk in amusement, then looks up at FAMINE who is still not laughing, and his face suddenly turns serious.
CASH: Hmmmm... something tells me you're not very fun.
FAMINE finally steps into the office, taking slow and deliberate steps until finally reaching "the boss" and placing his hands quietly on the surface of the desk.
FAMINE: Is this what I can expect from you? Am I to expect that I'm nothing more than a punchline to you? Someone you can use for your own amusement, despite the fact that I'm the best star on this roster right now, and a future legend?
CASH thinks it over for a moment, then looks back at FAMINE.
CASH: Yes.
FAMINE is stunned, clearly taken aback by the owners brutal honesty. He leans back into CASH's face whispering softly.
FAMINE: I've been around JASON, I've seena lot of owners, a lot of companies... I'm not afraid to move on to another one, and leave you in the dust. I don't need you as much as you need me, so start acting like it, before you lose me...
CASH thinks that over as well, and his entire persona changes. He stands up and extends his hand to FAMINE, who takes it hesitantly and the two shake.
CASH: You're absolutely right, I do need you here and I need to start showing how much I appreciate you on my roster. There's someone waiting for you in the ring right now, someone who can put on a five star match with you, and is worthy of your time. Consider this next match an apology, OK?
FAMINE: Fine.
CASH: You might want to get moving though... the match already started and you're about to get counted out.
FAMINE doesn't waste any time asking questions. Instead, he spins around and sprints out the open door into the hallway, skidding slightly as he hits the wall and turns, tearing down the hallway a fast as he can, the fans in the arena counting as they watch him on the X-TRON.
ONE!!! TWO!!!
FAMINE reaches the craft service snack table and collides with DAN FIERCE, spilling his former tag team partners mango juice all over his "Girls just wanna have fun" t-shirt.
DAN: HEY!!! If you wanted to cop a feel, all you had to do was ask!
THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!!
FAMINE doesnt look back as he reaches the black curtain at the top of the entrance ramp, pushing his way through C.H.A.D. and EVAN KAISER who are standing by and watching the monitor, stifling laughter.
C.H.A.D.: Have fun out there, FAMINE.
KAISER: Yeah, I'm sure that you'll love your opponent.
SIX!!! SEVEN!!!
FAMINE tears out onto the entrance ramp, and races down towards the ring, his hair flying wildly behind him. The fans cheer as he races to beat the ten count... sliding under the bottom rope just in time. The fans cheer loudly, FAMINE IS SAFE!!! He throws his hands up over his head and smiles widely before turning to see who his next opponent of the night is, and the smile quickly fades away from his face.
JERRY: I get to beat your ass AGAIN!!! YEEEEE-HAW!!!
IT'S JERRY ATRICK AGAIN!!! CASH JUST SET FAMINE UP FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT!!! FAMINE stares at JERRY, not sure what to do or say, but luckily JERRY has more than enough to say for both of them.
JERRY: What's the matter? You scared that I'll take you down just like I did earlier? I know you cant handle this, you know that you can't handle this... why don't we just move on and give me the win now to save you the embarassment? However, I'm more than willing to own you like Frank Sinatra owns the pussy... what do you say?
FAMINE finally has enough of listening to the old man talk, and takes a step towards him. The match is technically happening now, so whatever happens from this point on is fair game! FAMINE reaches for JERRY, but the old man reaches for his cane and swings it, drilling FAMINE hard in the temple, sending him stumbling into the ropes and to a kneeling position. The referee hesitates, then waves his arms calling for the bell... what the hell?
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: Oh my GOD!!! FAMINE WON AGAIN!?!?! FAMINE WINS BY DISQUALIFICATION!!! However I don't think JERRY ATRICK even notices based on the way he's prancing around the ring in celebration. FAMINE stands up, barely even fazed by the attack, and watches JERRY in disbelief.
JERRY: I got him again!!! I took his ass down again!!! What bitches, I took his ass down twice, and he didn't even pin me once. That's because I'm a P.I.M.P., or whatever you kids are spelling it.
FAMINE: You lost both times, you bag of dust.
JERRY: Not the way I see it whipper snapper. Once, you didn't pin me, I got the last shot, and I got away... the second time, you didn't even touch me and I took you down. I WIN!!! HA HA HA!!!
FAMINE: What are you, HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE?
JERRY: NOPE! I'm his grandfather! Take that Mr. TWILIGHT REJECT!
FAMINE: That's it!
FAMINE lunges for JERRY who manages to squirm away and jump between the ropes. FAMINE pursues him outside the ring, chasing him in a circle outside before JERRY finally jumps over the fan barricade and runs through the crowd, up the bleachers and out to the concession stands. FAMINE watches him run, and pounds the barrier in frustration. What a night for FAMINE OF THE VILE, two consecutive victories, and yet neither one is fulfilling. What's next for the DEMON KING? Stay tuned!
The camera opens slowly backstage on XWF INTERVIEWER STEVE SAYORS and two young men we've never seen before. STEVE lifts the XWF microphone to his mouth, looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.
SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here now with XWF rookies RON NITRO and KIERAN KING, two of the newest hotshots this company has to offer. Now, KING and NITRO, the first question I have to ask you is why you chose to sign with the XWF after so many other companies pursued you. RON, how about you?
NITRO: Because the XWF is the best there is, period. Sure, I could go to some other shitty company like HWO, or TWC, or whatever the hell company you want to throw out there... but I wouldn't benefit. I'd simply win the World title, become a Legend and have everyone worship me for beating nobodies. Granted, I plan on doing all of that here as well, but at least here it will mean something, you know what I mean?
SAYORS: I see... now, KIERAN, if you could work with any superstar on the XWF roster, who would it be?
KING stares at SAYORS blankly for a moment.
KING: Look, STEVE, this isn't like some childhood fantasy for me where I'm just happy to be here and I'm going to get all starstruck. I'm here to win, no matter who it is that I'm against.
SAYORS: I see, message recieved. Now you two have been a tag team since your early days wrestling in your backyard, what would happen if you two ever had to face each other for a top title?
The two young superstars look at each other, then at SAYORS. KING shakes his head, disappointed in SAYORS, while NITRO actually calls him out.
NITRO: You didn't really prepare for this interview, did you? I've never met this kid before tonight, and to be frank I'd beat his ass if I was ever asked too. Any other bright questions?
SAYORS looks at the two of them, not sure if they're joking or not, then he looks down at his cue cards.
SAYORS: Soooo... you're not a tag team?
KING: No.
SAYORS: I'm guessing that neither of you was ever trained as a professional sumo wrestler, then?
NITRO: Wrong guys, bro. It's not us.
Suddenly, before SAYORS can say anything else, FAMINE OF THE VILE storms into the camera view and pushes RON NITRO out of the shot, using his free hand to knock STEVE SAYORS to the floor while KIERAN KING looks on, barely even fazed. FAMINE looks directly into the lens, hissing as he does so.
FAMINE: JERRY, JERRY, JERRY... I really hope that you didn't think this was over, because if you did, well... you're even more senile than I thought you were. We're not finished by a long shot. Tonight you proved you were adequate at two things, running away, and using a weapon... fair enough. I've officially gotten the signature of JASON CASH on a contract for the two of us at LORD OF THE RING, and in the spirit of escape and weaponry... I think it's only fair we compete in THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND!!!
The fans in the arena go off, screaming loudly at the mention of one of the bloodiest matches in the history of the XWF, right up there with THE HELL DOME and THE RAVENS NEST.
FAMINE: You won't get away from me this time JERRY, you won't save yourself with a quick disqualification. You'll simply feel my anger as it tears apart every muscle in your body, you'll shred your trachea as you scream for help... you'll be lucky if you walk out alive. I'm FAMINE OF THE VILE... and the FIRE STILL BURNS!
FAMINE turns from the camera and storms out of the shot as KIERAN KING helps STEVE SAYORS to his feet.
KING: He's a bit of a douche bag, isn't he?
SAYORS: Yeah, to be honest I'm rooting for the old guy.
The two help RON NITRO to his feet as well, and the three of them watch FAMINE disappear around a corner as the camera fades to the ring for the main event.
The bell rings and HUNTER makes the first move, leaping across the canvas and grabbing DR. EMO around the waist and trying to drag him to the ground. DR. EMO grabs the top rope, steadying himself before shooting a knee up into HUNTER’s jaw and sending him flying backwards into the ropes. HUNTER collapses to his knees, but as DR. EMO charges after him; he jumps off the mat and sends his forearm crashing into DR. EMOS jaw. DR. EMO stumbles back himself and HUNTER goes on the attack, raining down punch after punch in DR. EMOS face, backing him into the turnbuckle. DR. EMO tries to fight back but HUNTER doesn’t even give him an inch of space to counter. RYAN takes a single step backwards and then slams his shoulder hard into DR. EMOS stomach, doubling him over. HUNTER grabs DR. EMO by the back of the head and slams his knee into DR. EMOS face repeatedly, and then he throws DR. EMO face first into the canvas. HUNTER climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and dives off with a flying elbow that lands directly in the small of DR. EMOS spine. DR. EMO tries to sit up, shouting out in agony, but before he can do anything else HUNTER punches him in the temple and rolls him over on his back, hooking his leg for a very early pin attempt.
ONE!!!
T-
DR. EMO manages to kick out without much danger, and he rolls over to the side to try and stay out of HUNTERS grasp, but the younger RYAN brother quickly grabs him and pulls him back, raining down several more punches on DR. EMO. He climbs to his feet, staring at DR. EMO and waiting for him to do the same. DR. EMO struggles to his feet and is met by a spinning heel kick that sends him back into the ropes, then a thunderous clothesline as he bounces into the center of the ring. DEAR GOD!!! HUNTER RYAN is really bringing it to DR. EMO this week!!! DR. EMO rolls around on the mat, trying to regain his faculties, but just like the rest of the match, HUNTER doesn’t let him breath as he pulls the former XTREME CHAMPION to his feet. He runs off the far ropes, bouncing back at DR. EMO for another clothesline… DR. EMO DUCKS IT!!! DR. EMO ducks the clothesline, and HUNTER turns around just in time to be met with a huge super kick from DR. EMO that sends him crumpled to the mat. Great counter by DR. EMO!!! DR. EMO collapses to his hand and knees and crawls across the canvas to cover HUNTER.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
HUNTER pops his shoulder up and off the canvas, and the referee stops the count as DR. EMO stands up in exasperation. HUNTER climbs to his feet as well, rubbing his jaw in pain, his eyes watering slightly. Before he can do anything, DR. EMO moves first, ducking behind HUNTER and wrapping his arms around HUNTERS waist. He flips backwards with a snap suplex that dumps HUNTER on the mat. HUNTER tries to get to his feet, but as he scrambles across canvas he is met with a huge boot to the skull by DR. EMO that sprawls him out flat. DR. EMO rushes to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope and posing for the fans before he finally jumps up with a frog splash that bends HUNTER completely in half. DR. EMO rolls HUNTER over on his stomach, what the hell is he doing? He wraps both arms around HUNTERS face, bending it backwards slowly as he wraps his legs tightly around HUNTERS waist. HUNTER struggles to escape, but he can barely move as DR. EMO anchors his legs and head in place. The referee asks HUNTER if he wants to submit, but HUNTER refuses, even as his hand hovers above the canvas. HUNTER tries to make his way to the ropes, but DR. EMO wont even let him move. DOES HUNTER EVEN HAVE A CHANCE?
Suddenly, DR. EMO releases the hold, climbing to his feet and laughing. Is DR. EMO really playing with HUNTER RYAN right now? In a match of this magnitude? The crowd disagrees with DR. EMO’ tactics, booing loudly as they try to get him to end the match, but he simply backs up to the turnbuckle and waits for HUNTER to climb unsteadily to his feet. DR. EMO rushes at him out of nowhere… SPEAR!!! A RUNNING SPEAR FROM DR. EMO!!! DR. EMO KNOCKS HUNTER CLEAR ACROSS THE RING!!! DR. EMO looks up at the crowd, adjusts his skinny jeans, and then drops down for a cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-
HUNTER KICKS OUT!!! HUNTER RYAN KICKS OUT!!! I don't know how he did it, and neither does DR. EMO, but the former WORLD CHAMPION is not out of this match yet!!! DR. EMO stands up, turning to tell the referee casually that he’s counting too slowly, then he bends down to lift HUNTER up but he’s met by a boot to the face. He stumbles backwards, clutching his nose as HUNTER scrambles up, still clutching at his ribs after the huge spear. DR. EMO lowers his hand and faces HUNTER… DROPKICK!! HUNTER executes a nice dropkick that drops DR. EMO to the mat. DR. EMO quickly stands up, and HUNTER grabs him by the wrist and irish whips him into the ropes before giving chase, but DR. EMO manages to leap frog over the younger RYAN. DR. EMO runs off the far ropes and as he makes it back to the center of the ring he’s met by a HUNTER RYAN barrel role than bounces him off the canvas like a basketball. He grabs at his head again as he uses the ropes to bull himself up, clearly dazed after the several blows to his skull. Is it possible that DR. EMO could be concussed? HUNTER runs at DR. EMO and delivers an MMA style knee strike to DR. EMOS skull, dropping him once more to the mat. He lifts DR. EMO up, but DR. EMO grabs the back of HUNTERS head and pins his jaw to his own head, then drops to the mat… GREAT JAWBREAKER BY DR. EMO!!! HUNTER stumbles backwards, spinning and stunned as DR. EMO climbs up and grabs him, hoisting him onto his shoulders… SIDEWALK SLAM!!! DR. EMO HITS HUNTER WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM!!! HUNTER hits the mat hard, biting down on his own tongue as he does and spitting out a mouthful of blood across the mat as he rolls onto all fours. DR. EMO charges him, dropping a leg drop across the back of HUNTERS neck and slamming his face into the canvas. He rolls him over and tries another pin attempt.
ONE!!!
TW-
HUNTER wraps his legs around DR. EMO’ and rolls his weight backwards, reversing the pin and sitting atop DR. EMO. The referee hesitates for a second, then counts again, this time in HUNTERS favor.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-
DR. EMO has enough presence of mind to fire his elbow up into the back of HUNTERS head, dropping him to the mat once again. As DR. EMO stands, he immediately makes his way back to the corner and climbs up to the top rope, where he stands completely still for a moment. HUNTER begins to stir, and DR. EMO mimes cutting his own wrists, firing up the crowd and taunting HUNTER just as he turns around. DR. EMO smiles and blows HUNTER a kiss… what the hell? OH MY GOD!!! THE HUNTER’S SPEAR!!! DR. EMO JUST HIT HUNTER RYAN WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!!! A SPEAR OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! WHAT A BLANTANT DISPLAY OF DISRESPECT!!! HUNTER lays motionless on the mat as DR. EMO hooks a single leg and points in the air with each number the referee shouts out.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
WINNER: DR. EMO
OH MY GOD!!! Did DR. EMO really just beat HUNTER RYAN? You've GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!! Who the hell saw this coming? DR. EMO looks a little surprised himself as the referee helps him to his feet and throws his hand in the air in celebration. The crowd cheers loudly, congratulating the young star on what could be the first major victory of his career. HUNTER climbs quickly to his feet, confused but ready to keep fighting, not understanding that he could have just lost. The referee explains it to him, and he stares at DR. EMO, unsure what to do. He takes a step towards the former HART DIVISION stalwart, and finally makes his move... extending his hand in a show of good sportsmanship. EMO grins and reciprocates, the crowd cheering the two stars for a great main event when suddenly "HERE COMES THE MONEY" plays over the speaker system.
CASH: God damn it, HUNTER... this is not why I f**king recruited you!!! What is with all of this nice guy bull sh*t? You lost to A F**KING JOKE OF A WRESTLER!!! This guy makes MUNGBEAN look good, and he just embarassed you. Be a f**king man! I want the killer instinct, the predator... the man HUNTER RYAN USED TO BE!!! I want the WORLD CHAMPION, the US Title power, the tag team legend and the TWO TIME STAR OF THE MONTH, not some sniveling pussy who sucks up to everyone!
HUNTER stares at his "boss" in disbelief, not sure what to say or do as he looks at DR. EMO, then out at the crowd who is clearly supporting him over CASH at this point.
CASH: Sure, stand with the bitch... how'd I know that was going to happen? Fine, fine... HUNTER, right now you're a top draw for me, and that earns you a second chance, but if at LORD OF THE RING you don't bring your game face, and you don't grow a set of f**king balls, I swear to God I'll fire you so fast that for a split second it'll look like NICK was the success in your family. Is that understood?
The crowd begins too boo loudly, but JASON CASH isn't done yet.
CASH: However, some people don't get second chances... BLIZZARD is out. Since he joined this team, all he's cared about is his own agenda... he didn't get the point that this whole thing is about MY agenda. I don't care what you want, what you hope to achieve... it's all secondary to what I want, and I want to win. I want to beat JAMES RAVEN and make him my bitch. Is that understood? Now, with all of that said, allow me to introduce you to the newest replacement member of TEAM CASH...
The lights in the arena fade out and the X-TRON lights up with the PWE logo, a shadowy figure appearing on the ramp.
Oh my God...
There's No way...
Is it really?
The PWE Owner stands silently on the top of the XWF ramp, staring out at the crowd he hasn't seen since BORN ARRANGEMENT, JASON CASH beaming next to him, the crowd cheering for CONNOLLY but him tricking himself into thinking its for both of them. HUNTER and EMO stand in the ring, jaws wide in shock as they stare at the LEGEND, and no one says a thing as ANARCHY slowly begins to:
vs.
JERRY ATRICK
- - Standard Match- -
FAMINE OF THE VILE
FAMINE OF THE VILE
MAIN EVENT
HUNTER RYAN
vs.
DR. EMO
- - Standard Match - -
