CHICAGO, ILLINOIS MARCH 11, 2010 TONIGHT'S CARD
KENNY RADICAL
MAIN EVENT
Anarchy kicks off with a bang as a huge pyrotechnic display greets the cameras as the Post-Turning Point Anarchy goes live on the air! Before you can even catch a breath, the guitars hit and the crowd are on their feet. The drums join in and the response blows the roof off. The music feigns a climax, but dies down before anything comes of it. Behind the roar of the audience, the lyrics begin.
“The words are so familiar...
All the same greats, the same mistakes, it doesn't have to be like this.
If you don't make a friend now...
One might make you, so learn the gentle art of making enemies”. Silver and gold explodes above the stage and in the middle of the fiery rain, steps out the only thing worth watching in the XWF right now, The King Of The Mountain, KIERAN KING. The music picks up once more.
“Don't you look so surprised!
Happy birthday, fucker!
You blow that candle out...
We're gonna kick you... kick you!
Don't say you're not because you are! Don't say you're not because you are!
History tells us that you are!
History tells us that you are!” Lacking the usual pace he sprints to the ring at, the new Universal Champion walks slowly, deliberately down the ramp way, content with meeting the fans' gaze, but not their hands.
“Well all you need is just one more excuse...
You put up one hell of a fight!
You put up one hell of a fight!
I wanna hear your very best excuse...
I never felt this much alive!
I never felt this much alive!” Rather than bounding from floor to apron, KIERAN takes the steps, perhaps careful not to ruffle his expensive black suit. He eases his way through the ropes, careful not to let the title slip off his shoulder. He heads straight for a corner of the ring, climbs it, and thrusts the Universal Title into the air.
“Your day has finally come...
So wear the hat and do the dance, and let the suit keep wearing you.
This year you'll sit and take it...
And you will like it, it's the gentle art of making enemies!” The music dies down as he stays mounted on the turnbuckle. Cameras flash a the image of the rookie sensation, posed in his greatest triumph. Within time, the arm and the belt lower, and he reaches out to ringside for somebody to hand him a microphone. He then springs from the turnbuckle, landing in the centre of the ring and brings the microphone to his mouth. The crowd die down accordingly.
KIERAN KING: I told you I'd do it. I told you all I'd do it. In case you missed it, I am KIERAN KING, and I am YOUR NEW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!
Insert pop here.
KIERAN KING: I've done the unthinkable. I've risen from nothing to the very top in a way that very few could ever dream of, let alone achieve. People want to draw comparisons between the rise of RANMA SAOTOME and myself, but I did what he could never do. I beat BIG SHANK. And I didn't have to hide behind enigmas and riddles to do it. I walked right out into that ring, stared BIG SHANK in the face, and beat him. One, two, three. I am the 2009 X-Mas X-Treme Winner. I am a former World Champion, without ever losing the belt. I am the current Universal Champion, and I have yet to be beaten in my entire professional wrestling career. I am exactly what I always said I was... the greatest wrestler in the worl... no, in the UNIVERSE. Take me to Mars, and I'll whoop a Martian; to Kashykk and I'll smack a Wookie; to Krypton and I'll stomp Superman's daddy; hell, you can have me staring down the barrel of the Devourer Of Worlds, Galactus himself, and I'll still come out on top! Why? Because that's just what I do.
More applause.
KIERAN KING: I ended BIG SHANK's reign of utter dominance. I'm the man who brings out the multiple-personality disorder inherent within DAVEY DUNHAM. In a time where Legends return to underwhelming performances and scattered applause, I'm the one person who put his hand up and said 'I'll carry this place on my back'. And here I stand, The King Of The Mountain.
A lesser reaction this time from the fans.
KIERAN KING: There's just... there's just one problem with all of this. It's a dream come true for me, it really is. Furthermore, it means I've still yet to break the promise I made to everyone, the promise I made to myself... that I will not lose. I'm not a liar, and that's something I'm extremely proud of. However, I have something in my pocket here...
He fishes around in the pocket of his jacket, and pulls out a white piece of paper. He unfolds it and shows it up to the camera, but aside from the XWF logo, nothing can be truly read on it.
KIERAN KING: This right here, is a contract. A contract to wrestle for a show that goes by the name of Monday Night Massacre. It's signed, it's official, but now I hear that the Massacre deal isn't going to happen, and that leaves me in a bit of a pickle. Actually... forgive me. It leaves YOU in a little pickle. All of you here in the audience, all of you watching at home, and even more importantly... all of you out there in the back. You see, I've had this contract looked over by lawyers, and it's legit. If Massacre isn't going to get brought back, then I can sit at home and still collect a pay check for as long as I want. And this hunk of gold on my shoulder ensures that nobody will do anything about that. Furthermore, this Universal Title allows me to walk into Anarchy every single week and... well... pretty much do as I please. I'm not a contracted wrestler for this show, so I don't have to step foot into this ring until... well... until the next Pay Per View when this baby will be defended. Now I know what you're all thinking, 'what about being a fighting champion?' Well... I'm more than happy to be a fighting champion. If I think there is anybody WORTHY of fighting me, then I'll give them that privilege. But looking at the roster, who do we have? DR. EMO? Beat him. DAVEY DUNHAM? Beat him. FAMINE OF THE VILE? Beat him. BIGG RIGG? ZACH RIZZA? TRENT GEIN? HUNTER RYAN? Please, if BIG SHANK couldn't beat him, how the hell are they supposed to pull it off? DYNAMIC DYNAMITE? DRAKE KOMODO? Those motherfuckers haven't been relevant in years! Let's face it... there's NOBODY that can compete with me. I'm the King Of The Mountain, and you guys can push and shove around the base as much as you like, but none of you are anywhere near the peak. None of you are anywhere near MY LEVEL. So I'm going to take this title, I'm going to take this contract, and I'm going to walk out the back towards the exit. I will shove them both in anybody's face along the way, just to make sure they know how things are going to work around here from now on, and then... I'm just going to walk out the door. I'll see you all next week... if I feel like it.
He drops the microphone, and exits the ring with a smug look on his face. It's impossible to tell whether his music is playing or not, as all you can hear is a chorus of boos. For the first time in his young career, KIERAN KING is getting booed. And the new Universal Champion doesn't seem to care in the slightest.
The lights in the arena go out, as the song “People are People” by DOPE plays over the PA system
“Can't you understand; What makes a man; Hate another man; Help me understand”
The lights come on, as The crowd cheers and boos giving off a mixed reaction as DYNAMIC DYNAMITE, NICK RYAN, DR. EMO, and MARCUS ENDERTON all walk out on stage.
“People are people; So why should it be; That you and I should get along awfully; People are people; So why should it be; That you and I should get along awfully”
DR. EMO walks down the ramp high fiving fans, as NICK RYAN does the same. DYNAMIC DYNAMITE and MARCUS ENDERTON both ignore the fans wanting high fives.
“So now theres differents colors; And theres differents breeds; And different people; Have different needs; It's obvious you hate me; Though I've done nothing wrong; I've never even met you; So what I could I have done.”
DR. EMO and NICK RYAN slide into the ring followed by MARCUS ENDERTON and DYNAMIC DYNAMITE. NICK reaches into his pocket and pulls out a microphone.
NICK: Ladies and Gentlemen if you look in this ring you will see history in the making. Never before has just a diverse group been brought together with one common goal. Now many of you may be thinking oh great another NICK RYAN run stable this will last all of two weeks. Well that's just not true you see I don't run this stable. We are four guys all in agreement that we do what is best for the group. No one runs this group by themselves we all run it. Me I am just the guy that brought it all together. And at Turning Point my plan took shape. Not only did I retain my Cruiserweight Title.
NICK lifts his title high in the air as the crowd cheers.
NICK: But EMO here also retained his Team Titles with his partner MIA. But that night we also shocked the world by forming ZERO CONFORMITY. Now I know you all have heard that name before. And yes it was a BRIAN CADY run stable. But I was the brain child behind the name. So when I got talking with these guys here about forming up. I thought of names and that one just stuck out. So why waste a perfectly good stable name right? So what you are seeing is a motley crew of a stable. We are not held down by what a typical stable should be.
Just then DR EMO taps NICK on the shoulder and asks for the microphone
EMO: I am not a typical person, so why be part of a typical stable. I mean I could have joined N.O.W, and lets be honest for a moment. They could probably have used an extra member to actually make them.. I don’t... Good! You see I didn’t join this group, just because. I joined because I hate Famine of the Vile. I hate him with a passion. Mostly because he is the XWF’s version of Edward Cullen, but he will quickly begin to bitch and moan about getting called a vampire, and I joined this group, because well I am working with DD, and who could possibly turn down the chance to work with a legend? No one could, so there it is. That is why I joined Zero Conformity... also because I got a kick ass shirt!
DR. EMO shows off the Zero Conformity shirt as the crowd cheers.
EMO: But honestly I am doing this to ruin Famine once and for all, and kill that legend status that he wants so bad.
EMO hands the microphone over to DYNAMITE who steps up towards the ropes.
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: DYNAMIC DYNAMITE teaming with EMO? Teaming with ENDERTON? Teaming with NICK RYAN? Has the world ended? Nah... Money has a way of making things work out. That and the fact I love to see each of you pathetic idiots out there trying to figure out if you want to do something besides sitting on your asses!
DYNAMIC smirks as he says something out of mic range to the others.
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: I joined ZERO CONFORMITY for a couple of reasons. One of which is what I live for...MONEY! Another of which is that I get to team with the greatest talent in the world in NICK, EMO, and MARCUS! They may like to see and hear you leeches cheer them, but that aint me!
Pausing to incite a mixture of boos and cheers.
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: And while it's not the most important reason to join with these guys... N.O.W., K.I.A, tampax, tampons, whatever the hell the groups around here want to be called. I joined this group because I am a legend! And every group needs someone like me in it. NICK RYAN, EMO, MARCUS ENDERTON, and DYNAMIC DYNAMITE! We are the only four performers in this business that deserve respect. We are the only ones around here that will run things. Not any of you. No one, but us! The next US CHAMP, one half of the tag team champs, an upincoming star, and the man you all love to hate... No one will stop us!
DYNAMIC just laughs as he flips the mic to MARCUS but he just hands it back to NICK.
NICK: Like I said Ladies and Gentlemen. This is a unique grouping and we will run rampart in the XWF.
NICK tucks the microphone back into his pocket as the four men stand in the middle of the ring arms held high in the air.
KENNY RADICAL
KENNY RADICAL is in the ring. JORDAN PENN enters, with his bodyguard, “Big” Ron Lightman right behind him. PENN is decked out in a fancy suit. Big Ron holds open the ropes as JORDAN PENN enters the ring. PENN stretches his arms out and Big Ron removes his jacket for him. PENN loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt, handing those to Big Ron. Big Ron takes them outside and stands at ringside as the referee rings the bell. JORDAN PENN offers KENNY RADICAL a handshake. KENNY looks to the crowd for advice. He hesitates. PENN shows impatience on his face. KENNY shakes his hand. PENN won't loosen his grip, though. PENN gathers phlegm and spits right in the face of KENNY RADICAL. KENNY doesn't even bother wiping the saliva from his face before he explodes with anger, tackling PENN and unloading with a lethal dose of punches. The referee tries to stop him and starts to count to 5. 1...2...3...4..KENNY stops using the closed fists and picks up PENN by the hair. KENNY whips PENN into the ropes. PENN rebounds and RADICAL leapfrogs over him. PENN rebounds again and KENNY drops down under him. PENN anticipates this, however, and stops to kick KENNY in the ribs. PENN tries to lock in a crossface, but KENNY rolls over into a pin attempt. Barely a two. Both men are back on their feet. PENN kicks KENNY in the ribs again. KENNY returns with a kick of his own, but PENN catches his foot. Enziguri from KENNY RADICAL!
PENN wobbles to his feet and is met with a quick knee to the gut. PENN falls to his knees. PENN blocks a backhand chop and responds with a knife edge chop to the gut of KENNY RADICAL. RADICAL also falls to his knees. Both men are on their knees, facing each other. KENNY gives PENN a backhand to the face. PENN returns in kind. The two men trade punches, both starting to lose balance. Both men pull back and connect with punches at the same time. After a short fight with gravity, both men fall into a heap on the mat. The ref begins his count. 1...2...3...4...5...KENNY begins to stir...6...7...KENNY is nearly to his feet...8...9...PENN rolls out of the ring and onto his feet! Incredible!
PENN tries to catch his breath, leaning on the apron. KENNY runs against the opposing rope and Big Ron grabs his foot. KENNY turns around in anger. PENN re-enters the ring and rushes KENNY, tossing him over the top rope and to the outside. The referee watches Big Ron closely, as he wisely backs away. KENNY starts to get up outside. PENN climbs onto the apron. KENNY turns around as PENN leaps of the apron with a crossbody. KENNY catches him, however, and rams him hard into the apron. KENNY maintains balance and turns it into a fallaway slam onto the arena floor!
KENNY enters the ring and taunts to a big reaction from the crowd. Big Ron checks on PENN, as he writhes in pain. PENN slowly makes it to his feet, clearly feeling the pain from the assault. PENN enters the ring and is immediately attacked with a flurry of punches and kicks. PENN is backed into the corner. KENNY continues to kick PENN, who is seated in the corner. KENNY runs to the other turnbuckle and charges JORDAN PENN. He goes for a basement dropkick. No! PENN swings out of harm's way at the last second!
KENNY is crotched on the bottom turnbuckle. JORDAN springs off the bottom rope and hits a legdrop on a hanging KENNY. PENN goes for the cover. Two! PENN brings KENNY to his feet. KENNY hits PENN with an elbow to the face. KENNY sets up a suplex and snaps PENN with a suplex right into the turnbuckle! KENNY goes for a cover. 1...2...PENN gets a foot on the rope!
KENNY is visibly frustrated. He violently pulls PENN to his feet. He puts PENN into powerbomb position. PENN powers out and tosses KENNY over his head and onto the mat. PENN stomps KENNY's face because he can. PENN drags KENNY to his feet. KENNY breaks free and boxes JORDAN's ears. JORDAN spins around in a tizzy. Superkick! KENNY RADICAL hits the superkick! Instead of going for the pin, he picks up PENN and puts him in powerbomb position once again. He lifts him up and starts to spin. This could be it, the RADICAL RIDE!
KENNY spins a few times and plants JORDAN PENN with a brutal sitout powerbomb! That's it! The RADICAL RIDE! KENNY covers, 1...2...3!
WINNER: KENNY RADICAL
JORDAN starts to leave the ring, but stops halfway through the ropes and turns around. He tackles KENNY and mounts him. Big Ron tosses him his belt and he wraps it around his fist, buckle side out. JORDAN PENN lays into KENNY RADICAL with the belt. Punching his face to a bloody mess. The referee tries desperately to pull him off. A few more officials rush to the ring and help to pull PENN off a bloody RADICAL and get him the attention he needs. As PENN walks away, he kisses his bloodied belt buckle and smiles an evil smile. He yells, “Nothing personal, Pursuit of Happyness! I told you this would happen! I told you!” JORDAN PENN and Big Ron exit, presumably happy with themselves.
We take a look backstage, and HUNTER RYAN is standing in his locker room talking to someone on his cell phone.
HUNTER RYAN: So when do you think you’re gonna get here?
???: I will be there in about fifteen minutes.
HUNTER RYAN: Okay, well I will meet you just outside the back door of the arena to bring you inside. All I’m gonna ask is that you don’t do anything STUPID tonight. Is that too much to ask?
???: Not a problem HUNTER, not at all.
HUNTER RYAN: Alright, I’ll see you soon.
The X-Treme Champion hangs up his phone and walks out of his locker room. As he gets to the end of the hallway, STEVE SAYORS pops out from around the corner.
STEVE SAYORS: Hey HUNTER, we just saw you on the phone with someone and telling them you’d let them in the building as long as they didn’t do anything stupid. Who was that??
HUNTER RYAN: Little man, that’s for me to know… and everyone else to find out later tonight. And that “everyone else” includes you, STEVE. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have matters to tend to.
HUNTER continues to walk in the backstage area, as SAYORS stands with a perplexed look on his face.
“I don't think you really mean it!”
The crowd loudly boos, as the lights in the arena go out, but they know that Prototype is about to make his way down to the ring.
“It's the things you say; It's the things you do; It's the things you promise; That never seem to come true.”
The lights come back on, as Prototype begins to make his way down to the ring, and the crowd boos, but then there boos turn to cheers when they realize its...
DR. EMO!
DR. EMO smiles, as the crowd begins to cheer him on. EMO slides into the ring, and is slid a microphone.
EMO: Hello, good people. I would just like to say that tonight for this match.. I am not Dr. EMO... I am not Prototype obviously, but tonight... I am Jareth Krueger. I know that sounds crazy, but tonight “Prototype” is going to lose to himself. I am going to wrestle under his real name, and I am going to be damn happy doing it, so I am done talking, so lets hear it.. Play the stupid ass song by Retard-o-Bot again, so I can retire his ass already.
The lights go out once again, and Dr. EMO begins to sign the song for Prototype..
“I don’t think you really mean it!... Its the things you say; its the things you-”
EMO is cut off though when a guitar is heard over the PA System, and the crowd knows the song very well. EMO though looks at the stage with the lights out, as red spot lights go through the arena, and the camera also goes through the crowd focusing on old fans of Prototype showing of the old Prototype Shirts! The crowd sings along to Prototype’s old entrance theme, as the lights come back on but in a dark red..
“Heaven ablaze in our eyes; We're standing still in time; The blood on our hands is the wine; We offer as sacrifice.”
Prototype walks out on stage, and the crowd gives him a mixed reaction..
“Come on, and show them your love; Rip out the wings of a butterfly; For your soul, my love; Rip out the wings of a butterfly; For your soul.”
Prototype reaches the ring, and slides in, as the lights come back on, and Prototype stands right in front of EMO. Prototype who has 6 inches on prototype, and 60 lbs. on him. EMO stares up at him, as the ref calls for the bell.
The match begins with PROTOTYPE pushing EMO back, and then EMO pushes PROTOTYPE, but it doesn’t have much of an effect, and PROTOTYPE just stands there. EMO then bounces off the ropes, and runs PROTOTYPE who si standing in the center of the ring, and tries to grab EMO, but EMO slides under his feet, and then gets up quickly, and dropkicks PROTOTYPE in the back of the knee quickly putting him down on one knee. EMO gets up, and doesn’t let PROTOTYPE gather himself. EMO dropkicks PROTOTYPE in the back of the head sending him down to the mat. EMO sees the opening, and goes over to PROTOTYPE, and drags him to the center of the ring, and then climbs the top rope, and then waits for PROTOTYPE to get to his feet.
PROTOTYPE gets to his feet holding the back of his head, and walks backwards towards EMO, and then turns around, as EMO quickly leaps, and connects with a cross body! Instead of going for the cover. EMO gets up, and goes on the outside of the ring, and digs under the ring, and pulls out a steal chair, and slides into the ring with it, and waits for PROTOTYPE to get to his feet. Once he gets up to his feet. EMO charges at him, and cracks the chair over his head.. PROTOTYPE obviously showing signs of ring rust is motionless on the Canvas.. EMO looks down at him, and slides out of the ring one last time, and goes over to the time keeper, and puts on some gloves. Light shines on the gloves, and they shine.. A glove of Razorblades?
EMO slides back into the ring, and waits for PROTOTYPE to get to his feet, and once to his feet.. EMO takles him, and sits on his stomach, and throws punches left and right at the face of PROTOTPYE with the gloves that has Razorblades between the kunkles cutting up the face of PROTOTYPE. EMO gets up, as PROTOTYPE grabs his bloody cut up face, and stands to his feet. EMO takes the gloves off, and tosses them on the outside onto the floor, as PROTOTYPE gets to his feet.. PROTOTYPE stands up, but is hunched over, and EMO runs...PANIK ATTACK!!! EMO lays out PROTOTYPE with the PANIK ATTACK!!!
EMO stares at PROTOTYPE, and leaves the ring to get a mic this time. EMO slides back into the ring, and stands over PROTOTYPE.. EMO talks into the mic..
EMO: PROTOTYPE.. Say it... Say your fucking emo... say ittt.....
PROTOTYPE: No...
EMO: Really?
PROTOTYPE: Fuck you.
EMO walks away from PROTOTYPE and runs his hand through his hair, and throws the mic at the ring, and turns back to PROTOTYPE. Who is gone? EMO looks around the ring, but doesn’t see him...
EMO looks at the ref, as the ref stands there, and shrugs. He goes to call for the bell, as EMO stands there.. looking around the ring. He picks the mic up, and begins to speak..
EMO: PROTOTYPE! Where are you! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! NOOO!!! NOO!!! NOO!!!
As EMO freaks out in the ring. The lights in the Arena go black and then they come back on when “Prelude 12/21” by AFI plays over the PA System..
This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
When the lights come back on.. there is a note where Prototype was laying down.. EMO picks it up, and reads it, and looks up and the celling, and puts the note in his pocket.
WINNER: JARETH KRUEGER (DR EMO)?
In the confusion of the situation, the referee just raises DR EMO’S hand high into the air as Weightless by All Time Low plays in the background. Suddenly, EMO’S attention is caught by the sudden change of music as Dead Star by Muse bursts out across the PA and DANTE ANGLAIS steps out with a microphone in hand. His appearance is jeered by the many fans in attendance but he doesn’t seem to care.
DANTE: Congratulations EMO, you won your first match of the night, bravo. Proud of ourselves, are we?
He’s patronising EMO!! The fans continue to boo and jeer but DANTE totally ignores them.
DANTE: I’ve heard that you’re more than a little annoyed about what I said to you at Turning Point and that you’re thinking about calling me out on it. Is that really a smart idea? Somehow, I don’t think so. I’ll humor you though. We can definitely work something out, even if I’m not active, for some point in the near future. We’ve got Wrestlemania this month but we're not going to be competing against it!
The fans seem confused.
DANTE: Compete against Wrestlemania? What do you think we are? Idiots?!?!
The fans begin to boo slightly but it doesn't stop DANTE from continuing.
DANTE: Irregardless, the next Pay-Per-View will not be until the end of APRIL! However, I'm more than willing to start booking it now to make it an even BETTER show than Wrestlemania, so why don’t we make a match that everyone wants to see? DR EMO Vs DANTE ANGLAIS!
The fans boo’s disappear completely and every person in the arena erupts with cheers at the idea of EMO Vs ANGLAIS.
DANTE: I thought that might get a nice reaction but it’s not going to be as simple as that. You see, you have a bit of a problem, the Tag Team Titles. I’ve gotten the feeling that you don’t really like carrying them but you’re legally obligated to defend those titles at every single PPV event so here is what I propose; DR EMO & MIA SANCHEZ team up to defend the Tag Team Championships against DANTE ANGLAIS and a partner of my choosing.
EMO looks intrigued. He scratches his chin, deep in thought.
DANTE: But it’s not as simple as that, I think we need to throw something else up into this match, just to spice things up a bit. I’ll give you a shot at any singles title you wish within the month of May if you win, without worry of the Tag belts even if you wish to take the shot at the PPV, but, if you lose, the only singles you'll be able to compete for are the X-Treme and Hart for the rest of the year!!
EMO doesn’t know what to do or say! He stands in the ring looking shocked.
DANTE: It’s all or nothing EMO, you think you’re better than me, take the bet, if you’re not so sure, you’re nothing but a coward.
EMO looks furious!! He’s pointing and shouting at DANTE from the ring!!
DANTE: Glad to see that I’ve made an impression. I want an answer by next week and if you say ‘yes’ then I’ll name my partner. See ya, EMO.
Dead Star plays again as DANTE disappears behind the curtain once again. What will DR EMO’S decision be?
Drop the World blares out over the PA System as RYAN BLACK shows himself from behind the curtain. The crowd is screaming, yelling his name as he sourly takes a glance around the arena, looking irrate about Turning Point's results, or something else. Wearing dark blue jeans, an LA Starrin' purple T-Shirt and purple and gold Jordan's. His black hoodie is unzipped and it waves in the air behind him, as he jumps onto the apron and then into the ring. A mic is handed to him by someone working ringside and, as he stands in the center of the ring , the crowd dies down somewhat, waiting for this unusual face to face confrontation between RYAN and the crowd.
RYAN BLACK: The reason I'm out here isn't to give you all some heart warming, pussy ass shit. No, I'm here to address my career as of late here in XWF. RYAN BLACK isn't one who takes losing so fucking easily, like some of the worthless pieces of shit signed to this company. I don't know how E-MAN is taking it, but TERRELL ODOM better be in a fucking coma, or I'm coming for him. Faggot started up this KIA shit and now he's losing matches like if they aren't important. Well, I'm addressing the damn rumour that KIA is in splits ville, and yeah like every other stable pretty much ever, we're fucking through. Those two can pretend that they're the best, while losing, but I don't need that. Not now, not ever. I'm here to win, and that's what I expect, and what you all should expect from the LA Star from now on. Everybody in the locker room, be on notice, RYAN BLACK is ready to take the reigns of this company.
Where better to start off then with winning the Hart Championship!? Yeah you heard me right GILMOUR, so get your face outta that faggot's crotch and listen up. I'm calling you out, calling you out that you're a true champion. Fuck those two numbnuts you beat for your title at Turning Point, RYAN BLACK is the person you have to beat to declare yourself a true champ, the real champ. WHAT? You already beat me? Well, do it again if you've got the stones. You won't, trust me. You may have the stones to face me, but I got the boulders to beat you one on one, mano a mano. So get out here. We can do it right here and right now in front of this crowd, or you can MAKE me get back there and drag you out from wherever you're sucking dick and make the match official myself. The good way or the bad way...choose. RYAN stares at the curtains, waiting for them to be thrown back by a pissed off GILMOUR, almost as if he was looking through them. But nothing fluttered behind them, and BLACK grinned, expecting as much.
RYAN BLACK: You chose the bad way. My favorite.
THE LA STAR grins and drops the mic. He slides out of the ring and heads up the ramp, the Anarchy music playing, ready to cut to commercial, as the crowd is left speechless. They knew BLACK could run his mouth, but not literally beat the hell out of someone just because.
RIZZA and THUG immediately begin to brawl, and RIZZA takes THUG down. The two continue to brawl on the mat, rolling around and smacking each other in the head. Both men get up and RIZZA knocks THUG down with a big clothesline. RIZZA begins to stomp on THUG. He picks THUG up and tosses him into the ropes, but THUG smacks RIZZA with an elbow. THUG sets RIZZA into the corner and begins to lay elbow shots into him. RIZZA gets his foot up and boots THUG in the face. THUG stumbles backwards, and RIZZA runs, hitting THUG with a running neck breaker. RIZZA gets to the ropes, and stands, taking a breather. THUG slowly gets up, but RIZZA walks over and boots THUG in the side. THUG rolls onto the ground, holding his ribs. RIZZA rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring. THUG gets up and leaps out of the ring onto RIZZA’S back, causing RIZZA to fall to the ground. THUG picks RIZZA up and tosses him onto the barricade. THUG walks over and grabs the International Title, which is on display right by the time keeper. He walks over and slams the International Title onto RIZZA’S head. RIZZA falls over to the other side of the barricade. THUG leaps over the barricade and picks RIZZA up. He tosses RIZZA over to the ring side of the barricade and then steps over the barricade himself. THUG tries to pick up RIZZA, but RIZZA reaches and elbows THUG in the groin. He rolls THUG into the ring and picks him up. RIZZA now smiles at the crowd and hits the finisher. THUG looks like he’s on a mental vacation. RIZZA goes for the cover.. 1… 2… KICK OUT!! THUG gets back to his feet as RIZZA comes back at him and hits a huge spear! THUG goes down and RIZZA makes the cover. ONE! T... THUG kicks out before the two count. THUG gets up and begins lifting RIZZA, but RIZZA quickly gets a bear hug in place and squeezes THUG. THUG struggles around a while, pushing and pulling every way, but doesn't get free until RIZZA nails a belly-to-belly suplex. THUG bounces on the mat, and RIZZA pops back to his feet. RIZZA reaches down and pulls THUG to the center of the ring and gets a Boston crab on THUG. THUG reaches for the ropes, but RIZZA pulls tighter and kneels lower, pulling THUG even more compact in the center of the ring. RIZZA starts turning the feet of THUG, twisting his ankles at the same time. THUG knuckles curl as he fights the urge to tap, but RIZZA releases after THUG held out. RIZZA looks disgusted at his failed attempt, and leaves THUG on the mat as he climbs the turnbuckles. THUG finally gets to his feet, but RIZZA is signaling for a frog splash. THUG gets up, RIZZA jumps.... THUG catches RIZZA in a fireman's carry. RIZZA fights it, but THUG turns quickly to drop down into spine buster. RIZZA spins out of though and rolls across the ring. THUG looks confused as RIZZA gets back to his feet and comes from nowhere with a huge bulldog and takes THUG to the mat hard, his head bouncing clean off the mat. RIZZA rolls over and makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THR….NO! THUG will not give up. RIZZA then gets to his feet and waits for THUG to get up as well. RIZZA signals for it and after a few seconds.....BOOM!! RIZZATUDE ADJUSTMENT! THUG is out for the count as the ref calls it....1......2......3!! This one is over.
WINNER: ZACH RIZZA
Backstage we see the N.O.W. in their locker room talking as the camera comes in to see all members except SCYTHE who has not arrived yet.
FAMINE: Oh look, the camera man is here. Glad you're here Mr. Camera man. We have a little surprise for the fans out there. Just sit back and be cool. Things are about to get real interesting.
Everyone sits back as FAMINE opens the locker room door again to look around. He comes back in and smiles as everyone gets on their feet. SCYTHE then walks in as FAMINE immediately attacks him from behind. Everyone immediately starts to stomp away on SCYTHE who has no chance of fighting back. FAMINE then picks him up and directs traffic as he tells TRENT to finish him off. TRENT then comes in and hits SCYTHE with the Plainsfield! My god what the hell is going on here?
FAMINE then picks him up and tosses him right through the door, causing him to crash back first again the concrete wall. FAMINE then walks over to an unconscious SCYTHE and grabs him by the neck.
FAMINE: I told you before SCYTHE, just like I told the rest of the boys. We DO NOT accept defeat and we DO NOT accept failure. Consider your relationship with the N.O.W. terminated.
FAMINE then gets up as he and the rest of the N.O.W. walk away leaving SCYTHE out cold on the floor.
The scene goes ringside where we see XWF interviewer Steve Sayors standing in the ring as the fans are going nuts and holding up their signs and the camera pans around the crowd. It goes back to the center of the ring where Steve is ready to speak to the crowd and the audience at home.
Steve Sayors: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time fought through Rhiannon Ramsey and RJ Palmer and is now the NEW Undisputed Hart Champion, he is the Xtreme Icon PETER GILMOUR!
"Daddy's Falling Angel" by In This Moment begins to play as the lights go out with the sound of the beginning guitar riff. As soon as the song picks up, and the loud scream is heard, a gigantic explosion comes from the ramp as we see the lovely Rose Smith come out first. Rose is stunning in a very sexy red dress and shoes. She looks over the crowd, which is giving her a mixed reaction. We then see Peter Gilmour come out next wearing a nice black Armani suit and pants with sunglasses on. He also has his newly won Hart Title slung around his shoulder. He meets up with his lovely girlfriend and heads to the ring. On the way, the camera shows the prestigious title and pans up to Peter who can be heard saying, "I told you so!" into it. Peter holds up the ropes and Rose slowly enters the ring, making all the men in the crowd wish they were holding the ropes. Peter smiles wickedly and then gets in the ring. Peter and Rose do the "X" pose as red pyro goes off from the turnbuckles. The crowd gives Peter a mixed reaction and then Peter and Rose head over to where Steve is.
Steve Sayors: Peter, first off congratulations on becoming the new undisputed Hart Champion.
The crowd again gives Peter a mixed reaction. Steve puts the microphone close to Peter's lips as he begins to speak.
Peter Gilmour: Steven, you just hit the nail on the head. I am the NEW Undisputed Hart Champion!
Peter holds up the belt and he soaks in the moment as Rose cheers on her man.
Peter Gilmour: What? Did some of you morons out there think I couldn't get it done? Were you expecting Rhiannon Ramsey or my fellow N.O.W. stablemate RJ Palmer to be here? Well, you are all WRONG! I told you people that I was going to win the Hart Title and I did just that at Turning Point. Now, I won't gloat over my victory but Rhiannon and RJ put up one hell of a fight and I will commend them for that. But I promised to win this title, and I never go back on a promise. After a year in this company, fighting, scratching, clawing, sacrificing my body. I finally have what I wanted and it feels so good to be the champ.
Steve Sayors: Peter, you indeed defied the odds. But I got to ask you, how do you feel about what happened after the Nick Ryan/Downfall match? Nick beat you down with some help from Dr. Emo and Dynamic Dynamite.
Peter smirks and takes off his sunglasses. He hands them to Rose.
Peter Gilmour: First off to that has been Nick Ryan. How dare you put your filthy, smelly hands on me. You are a joke of a Cruiserweight Champion and the only reason you beat Downfall was because he wasn't at his best. You're a shell of what you once were Nicky. We have fought before over my belt. Remember our little match about a year ago? We fought on an aircraft carrier and you somehow got lucky on won the Hart Title? But that was then, and this is now. If you want to fight me, I'm not too hard of a person to find. And when we get into this ring, I promise you, I will end your career and maybe take that little belt you have around your waist as well. But I will wait for the right time to deal with you. As far as Dr. Emo goes, well he has his own problems doesn't he? But Doc, I haven't forgotten you. Me and David Williams are waiting in the wings to defeat you and Mia and take the Tag Titles. You know we can beat you that is why you won't give us our shot. Both of you are scared of us and when we get you in the ring, we're going to destroy you and take your belts. And as far as Dynamic Dynamite goes, well I don't know him that well. This guy has the weirdest name of all. Dude, you aren't DYNAMIC but your mouth is full of dynamite. You want to attack me and my stablemates in the N.O.W.? Well you just started a war that you will not win. The N.O.W. may be having some problems, but like the mighty Phoenix, we will rise from the ashes and become the most dominant force in the entire XWF. And that is not a guarantee, that my friend is a PROMISE!
Peter seems confident in himself as Rose nods her head and flashes a sinister grin. The crowd starts to boo Peter a little bit.
Steve Sayors: Peter, one last question. Now that you've won the Hart Title, where do you see yourself going after next?
Peter Gilmour: Well, that's tough to say. I could go after Kieran for the Universal Title, but he has beat me on two occasions, much like our World Champion, BIG SHANK has done. I don't think I am ready to face them just yet. But very soon, I will get my chance to face them and I will beat them! Right now, I'm just taking in my victory over Rhiannon and RJ. I do have the Tag Title shot with David Williams secure so I might go for them. But to be honest Steven, it's hard to say where Peter Gilmour is going and what I will do next. Let's just say the ride to the top is just beginning. I hope everyone buckles their seatbelts because this is going to be a ride you will NOT want to get off. SO IT IS WRITTEN! SO SHALL IT COME TO PASS! AND SO SHALL MY WILL... BE DOOOOONE!
Peter rolls his eyes into the back of his head as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" begins to play over the PA. Peter and Rose smile wickedly as they head to the back. We fade out to a commercial.
With both competitors in the ring, the official calls for the bell signalling the start of this match up. FAMINE hurls some abuse towards WILLIAMS who psyches himself up with a few slaps to his own head before they both lock up. FAMINE gains an early upper hand sending WILLIAMS back against the ropes, following up with a cheap forearm smash knocking WILLIAMS down to one knee. FAMINE grabs hold of WILLIAMS whilst he’s down and attempts to throw him into the corner but DAVID manages to swing his elbow, catching FAMINE right in the side of the head. WILLIAMS falls back against the ropes and drops FAMINE down to the mat with a diving clothesline before returning to his own feet, dealing with a wound above his right eye. He pulls FAMINE up to one knee who retaliates, shoving DAVID backwards knocking him down to the canvas. WILLIAMS grabs a hold of the middle rope and pulls himself up to his feet again, shaking his head in disappointment before walking into a hard right hand from FAMINE. DAVE stumbles backwards and somehow manages to get out of the way from several more oncoming rights and lefts, eventually one does catch him though which is followed up by an Irish whip against the opposite ropes. WILLIAMS returns of the ropes and instinctively ducks a clothesline before looking for an acrobatic cross body of the ropes, he leaps towards FAMINE but he catches him in mid air! Lifting him up onto his shoulders before driving him down to the canvas with a Death Valley Driver! FAMINE hooks the leg looking to end this one early. ONE….TWO…SHOULDERS UP FROM WILLIAMS!
FAMINE slams his hand down of the canvas in anger before returning to his feet watching the fallen DAVID WILLIAMS slowly back away into the corner. He smirks sadistically before marching over towards WILLIAMS who pleads with him to let him of the hook, FAMINE reaches down trying to grab WILLIAMS but WAIT A MINUTE! WILLIAMS ROLLS HIM UP! The referee rushes down to his knee to make the count. ONE…TWO…THR-NO! FAMINE kicks WILLIAMS away as WILLIAMS slides out the ring onto the outside, resting up against the security barrier for a moment to re think his strategy. FAMINE orders him to return to the ring, as does the official who beckons him back in before starting the ten count. WILLIAMS looks up at FAMINE in the ring before sliding back in quickly only to be pounded in the back with rights and lefts. FAMINE stomps away in the lower back of WILLIAMS, grabbing a chunk of his hair before slinging him into the corner. FAMINE begins choking DAVID out with his foot in neck before the referee eventually stops him. FAMINE backs of and allows WILLIAMS time to return to his feet and he eventually does just that making his feelings heard to the referee about FAMINE’S actions. FAMINE leaps in and goes for a right hand but DAVID side steps it and bounces FAMINES’ head of the turnbuckle before taking him down to the mat with a bulldog. DAVE rolls FAMINE onto his front and goes for a pin, ONE…TWO…KICKOUT FROM FAMINE. But DAVID can’t believe it and covers again. ONE…KICKOUT AT ONE THIS TIME! WILLIAMS gets up and stomps away at FAMINE before going for a leg drop but FAMINE rolls out the way and WILLIAMS crashes of the canvas himself.
DAVE holds his left leg in pain as FAMINE returns to his feet wiping some sweat from his brow. The official checks on WILLIAMS who winces holding his left leg somehow managing to grab a hold of the top rope to pull himself up. WILLIAMS hops into the center of the ring and meets FAMINE and they go head to head as the crowed turn the volume up in the arena. They exchange words before FAMINE unexpectedly lands a headbutt! Opening the cut above WILLIAMS eye further. FAMINE kicks him in the mid section before lifting him up above his head into a Suplex, but WILLIAMS wiggles free and ends up behind FAMINE, sending him flying across the ring with a German Suplex! WILLIAMS scurries over and throws his arm across FAMINES’ chest, ONE…TWO… BUT TO NO AVAIL! FAMINE gets his shoulders up! WILLIAMS pulls FAMINE up to his feet and lands a few chops across his chest before somehow FAMINE manages to wrap his hand around DAVIDS’ neck, he forces WILLIAMS backwards shouting in his face before raising him eye up in the air and crashing him down of the mat to a sickening thud! WILLIAMS’ lays flat out on the canvas but FAMINE doesn’t cover!?
IT’S HUNTER RYAN AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP!
The crowed goes wild as HUNTER points at FAMINE in the ring, getting his attention as the two exchange words from a distance.
Meanwhile, WILLIAMS grabs a hold of the middle rope and pulls himself up to his feet slowly, holding onto the turnbuckle to balance himself. DAVID spots an opening, he grabs FAMINE from behind and throws him shoulder first into the corner, and WILLIAMS falls back against the ropes and meets FAMINE in the center of the ring with THE CHELSEA SMILE! Straight in the kisser! FAMINE drops to the canvas as WILLIAMS quickly hooks the leg. ONE….TWO……THREEEE! WILLIAMS WINS IT!
WINNER: DAVID WILLIAMS
DAVID climbs up to his feet quickly, the official raises his hand in victory before he slides out the ring backing his way up the ramp as ‘Shock of the Lightening’ by Oasis blasts through the arena. He continues backwards watching FAMINE flat out in the center of the ring before stopping at the top of the ramp beside Hunter Ryan, raising his hand above his head in victory to a mixed reception from the crowed as the camera slowly cuts backstage.
The crowd is still going crazy following that awesome confrontation between FAMINE OF THE VILE and DAVID WILLIAMS but they soon seem to quit themselves down as the X-Tron shows the locker room area, and one person walking down the hall way, PETER GILMOUR, who's wearing a smug look on his face. He seems to be heading somewhere in a rather determined fashion. Just as he turns a corner, somebody comes flying at him, smashing their forearm into the face of GILMOUR. Blood flies everywhere as the first of said someone collides with PETER'S nose and with that distraction in hand, the attacker quickly follows up with motr punches. GILMOUR into the wall behind him and as he sink the ground, he's stomped on and kicked. He groans, his arm flailing, useless under this attack. His face is scarlet red, blood smeared down his shirt and all over the attackers firsts and shoes. When the man turns to face the camera's, his hood has fallen back, revealing the face of one RYAN BLACK. He grins into the camera as the crowd all simultaneously gasp. The LA Star slams the camera out of his way as he kicks PETER in the head one more time, before everything goes black.
The bell rings and DYNAMIC DYNAMITE gets right in RJ PALMER’s face. RJ tries to play it cool, but DD pushes RJ away. PALMER smirks and spits into DYNAMITE’s face. DD wipes the spit out of his eye and then slaps PALMER right in the face. RJ checks his cheek and the two of them start trading punches with each other. The strikes turn into elbow shots and DD eventually gets the upper hand. DD tries to whip PALMER into the ropes, but it is reversed. DYNAMITE bounces off the ropes and it met with a Back Body Drop. RJ drops an elbow on DD a couple of times and goes for a Sharpshooter, but DD uses his leg strength to keep PALMER away. RJ gets his footing as DYNAMIC gets up. PALMER leans forward to get another Back Drop, but DD anticipates it and then kicks PALMER in the jaw. RJ is staggered and DD hits a Running Clothesline to send PALMER over the top rope onto the floor. DYNAMITE sees his opening. DD mounts RJ and starts jacking the jaw with thunderous lefts and rights. DYNAMITE gets sick of it and then grabs PALMER by the head. DD takes RJ and slams his jaw off of the announce table. DYNAMITE slams his head off of the table a few times. DD then grabs RJ and tosses him into the steel steps. PALMER is holding his jaw again as it went off of the steps. DYNAMITE poses and gets into it with someone in the first row. DD tells the ring announcer to move and takes his chair. DD sees PALMER is slow to get up and makes his way over to him. DD sets down the chair and slams PALMER’s jaw off of the ring steps. DYNAMITE sets RJ’s jaw on the steps and picks up the steel chair. DYNAMITE slams the chair on the concrete at ringside to show everyone he isn’t playing. DD tries to crush RJ’s mandible with the chair, but PALMER moves in the nick of time. DD is stung by the impact, and RJ takes advantage with a Roundhouse Kick to the chair. DD goes down and that buys PALMER a little time as he checks his teeth to see if they are still there. DD gets up, but RJ slings him into the ring post, shoulder first. PALMER sees an opening and wraps DYNAMITE’s shoulder around the ring post. RJ does this a couple more times and then decides to do a Juji-Gi-Tame (Cross Arm Breaker) with the aid of the ring post. It can end in a submission on the outside so the referee asks if DD wants to give up, but he tells the ref to F Off. DD’s shoulder is hurting, but he thinks quickly. DD uses all of his strength to pull PALMER’s groin into the post. Both men are down and in pain. DYNAMITE tries to work the pain out of his shoulder while PALMER may be singing soprano. DD picks up that chair he wanted to use and waits for RJ to get up. DD swings, but catches the post. PALMER then hits a Superkick that knocks DYNAMITE down. PALMER goes for a Cover… ONE… TWO… T… DYNAMITE kicks out. RJ waits for DD to get up and then tosses him into the steel steps shoulder first. DD is holding his left shoulder and it is draped across the step. PALMER sees the chair and tries to take out DD’s shoulder, but the X-RATED ICON moves. DYNAMITE gets up and drives RJ head first into the steps with a DDT onto the ring steps. The crowd cringes in horror. PALMER looks to be out and DYNAMITE goes for a cover… ONE… TWO… THR… PALMER kicks out. DYNAMITE yells at the official and tosses the chair into the ring. After that, he tosses RJ into the ring. DYNAMITE takes his time and makes a cover as he goes into the ring. ONE… TWO… TH… RJ kicks out. DD throws RJ into the corner and PALMER goes down hard. DYNAMITE waits for RJ to get up and tries to lock on a Sleeper Hold, but RJ lands a Low Blow with a kick right between DD’s legs. DYNAMITE is down and PALMER grabs both arms and hits the Curb Stomp. Cover by PALMER… ONE… TWO… THR… DD kicks out. PALMER is not happy with the referee. RJ stands over DD and starts yakking, but RJ gets punched in the jaw. DD is up and tries to give a Choke Slam, but RJ shoves DD into the corner. DYNAMITE tries to hustle out, but is met with a Spear. Cover… ONE… TWO… THR… DD kicks out in time.
PALMER sets up the chair in the ring and tries to hit a Reverse DDT, but DYNAMITE reverses it and scores with a Pumphandle Slam onto the upright chair. RJ’s back may be shot to hell. Cover by DD… ONE… TWO… THR… RJ kicks out. DD starts choking PALMER and then picks him. DD delivers the Final Shot to continue the punishment on the back. DD quickly follows up with a Knee Drop to the back and goes for a cover with a hook of the leg. ONE… TWO… THRE… PALMER kicks out. DD is getting annoyed. PALMER rolls to the chair and has a hand on it. DD goes to grab RJ, but PALMER whacks DD with the chair. RJ gets back up, but is met with a Chop. RJ fires back with a chair shot right to the injured shoulder and then sets the chair down. PALMER then climbs the turnbuckle and nails a Tornado DDT onto the steel chair. It’s got to be over. ONE… TWO… THRE… DYNAMITE rolls the shoulder. PALMER is stunned. RJ tries to set up DD for another Tornado DDT, but DD hangs onto the ropes. DD gets free with a Headbutt to the jaw of RJ. DD then throttles the neck of RJ and Chokeslams RJ onto the chair. DD is gassed, but eventually makes the cover. ONE… TWO… THRE… PALMER kicks out. DD is furious and questions the count. DD calls for it to be over and goes for the Mother F’N Drop. DD lifts RJ up, but it is reversed. PALMER puts DD on his shoulders and goes for the xMOSHx. DD tries to use elbows to break free, but PALMER drops DD onto the chair. Cover…. ONE… TWO… THREE… That’s it. PALMER gets the shock win!!
WINNER: RJ PALMER
RJ PALMER GETS THE SHOCK WIN!!
DYNAMITE is shocked!! He quickly calls for a microphone.
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: You know what? From here on out, DYNAMITE DYNAMITE does things the way I want to do them! No stopping until I get to KING! No stopping until I have everyone in the XWF quivering in the locker room. No one is safe!!
Dropping the microphone, DYNAMITE spits at a fan in the front row inciting some crazy, near rioting.
DANTE ANGLAIS is sat backstage in his General Manager’s office when there’s a knock at the door.
DANTE: You may enter.
He is greeted by the sight of RYAN BLACK entering the room.
RYAN BLACK: You wanted to see me?
DANTE: Ah RYAN, you got the memo, come on in.
RYAN obliges and goes to sit down but is stopped before he can.
DANTE: No need to sit, this won’t take long. I saw your little attack on PETER GILMOUR earlier tonight. Am I meant to be impressed?
RYAN BLACK: No, I didn’t do it to try and impress you, GILMOUR or anyone else for that matter. I called him out and he didn’t reply so I went looking for him and he got his ass beat.
DANTE: I can respect that and, you know what, I’ll bite. You want a shot at the Hart Title, I’ll give you the chance to earn one. You’ve got a one on one match on Anarchy in two weeks time against GILMOUR. Non-Title, of course.
RYAN BLACK: So do I get a title shot if I win?
DANTE: We’ll see. You’ve not gone one on one with anyone here yet so I’m not throwing you into a title match straight away but if you impress me, there’s a good chance you’ll earn yourself a shot. Now get out of my office.
RYAN looks a little pissed at DANTE’S lack of respect but obliges nonetheless as DANTE just leans back in his chair.
KOMODO and DUNHAM circle each other in the ring. Both men sizing each other up. DUNHAM charges and tries locking up with KOMODO ...but DRAKE steps aside and shoves him into the corner. Again, DAVEY charges and again, KOMODO steps aside and this time trips up DAVEY with a drop toe-hold. He quickly drops to the ground and hooks DUNHAM'S head and torks his back. DUNHAM cries out in agony as his back is writhing in pain! KOMODO releases his hold and steps away from his opponent. DAVEY slowly gets to his feet and stumbles to the corner to recover. KOMODO chuckles and walks over to continue his torment of the rookie. He goes to grab his hair...but DUNHAM throws lefts and rights into KOMODO'S gut pushing him back a few steps! He steps up, nails DK with an upper cut, busting the legend's lip open! DUNHAM has made KOMODO bleed!
KOMODO wipes the blood away and turns to stare down the rookie. He charges him, all business now, and pushes DAVEY back into the corner pummelling him with rights and lefts of his own. He then grabs him by the hair, hooks his head, and plants him with a snap suplex right in the middle of the ring! DK stands up and stares down at his opponent who holds his lower back after that suplex. He drops to the mat and goes for the cover, 1...2...DAVEY somehow throws his shoulder up. KOMODO looks a like ticked off as he pulls DUNHAM up by the hair and punts him in the gut before he pulls him straight into a bridged Northern Lights Suplex, 1...2...DUNHAM kicks out.
DRAKE KOMODO is now stalking DAVEY, circling him as he tries to stand up. DAVEY finally gets to his feet and is caught by a running knee to the mid-section before KOMODO slaps him hard across the face and pulls him in calling for the end... K-D-T!! DUNHAM drops in a heap to the mat after that finisher from KOMODO!! He makes the cover but this one is surely done!! 1...2...THREE!!!
WINNER: DRAKE KOMODO
DRAKE KOMODO dominates DAVEY DUNHAM!!
DRAKE looks down at his fallen foe and pulls DAVEY up by the hair once again... ANOTHER K-D-T!! DRAKE plants DUNHAM with ANOTHER K-D-T and lifts his arms high in the air in victory as the fans boo.
We see DANIEL MALCOLM sitting in the locker room. He’s all alone and thinking.
DANIEL MALCOLM: I proved to everyone I could still go at Turning Point. I showed everyone I was great when I beat MARCUS ENDERTON, but where do I go from here. I know why I came back, but no one else does. I seem to be floating in the wind, but next week…. We’ll find out where I stand next week. DANIEL MALCOLM is still the man. I’m not just a man. I’m not just a myth.
The camera zooms into his face as he smiles.
DANIEL MALCOLM: I am LEGEND!
MALCOLM gets up and walks away. What does he have in mind for next week?
TRENT GEIN stands tall in the ring as NICK RYAN bounces on his heels excitedly, waiting for the referee to call for the bell. The fans cheer wildly as the two champions face off, then finally the clanging from ringside signifies that we're underway, and NICK springs out of his corner quickly, trying to catch TRENT off guard. He hits a quick short arm clothesline that sends TRENT stumbling backwards a few feet, but not down. He rebounds off the ropes and flies towards GEIN with a dropkick to the back of THE BUTCHER's knees, dropping him down on all fours. NICK springs to his feet and rushes off the ropes once more, towards the sprawled GEIN, then with lighting speed he drives his shin into the temple of TRENT, rolling him over on his side. DAMN! NICK RYAN wants that U.S. title badly! NICK stands over TRENT, glaring down at what looks to be an unconcious UNITED STATES CHAMPION... AND TRENT OPENS HIS EYES! TRENT reaches up quickly, grabbing NICK by the throat and dragging him down to the canvas, rolling over on top of him in a full mount and raining down his ham sized fists. RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT! TRENT grins maliciously as he pounds NICK's face into a bloody pulp, the crowd cheering the entire time until finally the referee steps in, pulling GEIN off of RYAN. TRENT throws his arms in the air in celebration, then wipes blood splatter from his face... NICK WAS BUSTED OPEN! NICK rolls over onto his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath as TRENT realizes it's his turn to go off the ropes, then he jumps through the air and lands his leg on the back of RYAN's neck, slamming his face down to the canvas, sending blood flying everywhere. TRENT quickly rolls NICK over, hooking the leg as the referee drops down to make the count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR- NO! NICK kicks out somehow, digging deep to find the energy. TRENT stands up, slightly surprised, but still focused intently on the goal at hand, retaining his first major title in a long time. NICK climbs slowly to his feet, and out of the corner of his eyes sees TRENT swinging wildly at him. He ducks under the clothesline, then leaps into the air for a dropkick, but TRENT sees it coming and quickly sidesteps as NICK crashes down to the mat, then rolls backwards and to his feet. The two men stare at each other intently, NICK peering through a mask of crimson as they begin to circle each other slowly. NICK holds his hand up, offering to tie up, and TRENT slowly raises his as well. NICK drops his guard, then TRENT lifts a big boot into his midsection dropping him to his knee, then slams his knee into NICK's face, flipping him over on his back. WOW!!! TRENT just laid NICK out when NICK was trying to tie up! What does that say about THE BUTCHER? Everyone else in the XWF would be booed for blatant unsportsmanlike conduct like that, but right now TRENT is being showered in cheers! TRENT drops down to his knees to make a cover, but NICK suddenly lashes out with his foot, striking GEIN in the jaw and topplimg him quickly... an unexpected counter from NICK RYAN, who is now trying to get a pin attempt of his own!
ONE!
TW- Kickout by GEIN! That wasn't even close! NICK is going to have a lot of work to do if he wants to win this match, GEIN seems completely unfazed at this moment. NICK rolls TRENT over on his stomach, then grabs the bigger mans arm, locking in a quick arm bar and trying to wrench TRENT's shoulder into submission. GEIN struggles for a moment, then manages to get over to the ropes and forces the referee to pull NICK off of him. NICK climbc to his feet and hurries over to GEIN, stomping his spine several times until the referee once more pulls him away, GEIN makes it slowly to his feet as NICK charges him from the corner, hitting him with a shoulder block that sends GEIN back into the turnbuckle, clearly a little bit stunned. NICK retreats to the opposite corner, then charges TRENT again, lifting a high knee to the bigger mans jaw that sends a sickening crack echoing throughout the entire arena, then he hooks TRENTS head and drags him from the corner with a running bull dog that spikes GEIN down to the canvas face first. The crowd cheers, and NICK RYAN is back in control! Is it possible that NICK RYAN is about to be the third highest champion in the entire company? Please God, say it ain't so! NICK looks down at GEIN, who is struggling to his knees, then he fires a quick kick into TRENTS stomach, but TRENT catches his foot! NICK quickly corkscrews, planting his other foot in TRENTS face with an enziguri, and GEIN is down again! Great athleticism by the CRUISERWEIGHT champion! NICK hurries on his hands and knees over to the corner... it looks like he may have hurt himself a bit on that one! NICK pulls himself up to a vertical base, using the ropes for balance, then he steps slowly out to the apron and cautiously climbs the turnbuckle until he crouches uneasily at the top. He slowly stands to his full height as TRENT begins to slowly rise, the crowd cheering in anticipation. NICK leaps off and...PLAINSFIELD DDT!! BA-BOOM!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!! WINNER AND NEW UNDISPUTED UNITED STATES CHAMPION:
MAIN EVENT
RIGG wastes no time in getting this match underway by charging at HUNTER RYAN and spearing him straight back into the corner to start the match off. RIGG viciously drives his shoulder into HUNTER’S mid-section, working over his former partner early on. RIGG seems charge as he is relentless with his attack on RYAN as he drags HUNTER out of the corner and slams him down to the mat with scoop slam. At this moment, DR EMO becomes involved in the match for the first time by going to work on BIGG RIGG. EMO quickly mounts RIGG before he knows what’s going on and begins laying into with several hard right hand shots to the jaw, dazing RIGG. EMO climbs too his feet and leaps high into the air before driving his knee right into RIGG’S face before going for the quick follow-up cover, One..... Two..... HUNTER RYAN pulls EMO off RIGG before the three and he throws EMO back into the corner and begins beating away at him with several hard boots to the gut. HUNTER takes a step back before flying in at EMO with a stiff knife-edged chop right to the chest of the youngster and then whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, following him in with a running high knee that catches EMO flush in the face, dropping him down to the mat. HUNTER turns around and is greeted by a boot to the gut from RIGG who hooks him up and snaps him over with a quick suplex. RIGG hooks up the far leg, One..... Two..... HUNTER RYAN manages to roll the shoulder up at two. RIGG pulls HUNTER RYAN up and onto his feet before slamming his forearm straight into HUNTER’S jaw, sending HUNTER RYAN reeling. BIGG RIGG forces HUNTER back against the ring ropes and whips him off the ring ropes and goes for a big clothesline but HUNTER ducks under it and grabs RIGG before dropping him too the mat with a neckbreaker. HUNTER rolls across to the ring ropes and is quickly grabbed by DR EMO who hooks him up and takes him down to the mat in a German Suplex with a bridge, One..... Two..... HUNTER slips out of it before the three. EMO doesn’t let up as he quickly climbs too his feet and whips HUNTER off the ropes, catching him with a standing dropkick to the face that sends HUNTER falling out to the concrete matting at ringside. EMO looks at the downed HUNTER, laying flat out at ringside when he turns around and spots RIGG climbing too his feet on the opposite side of the ring. DR EMO walks across and pulls BIGG RIGG up by the hair and takes him over in a neat hip toss, dropping RIGG down to the canvas hard. EMO races across to the corner and climbs up to the very top rope and waits for RIGG to get up before leaping off with a Diving Hurricanrana on the big XWF Legend. EMO quickly follows up on the move by hooking up RIGG’S near leg in a tight cover, One..... Two..... RIGG throws an arm up at two.
EMO pulls himself up using the ring ropes as he takes a moment to recover from hitting that big Hurricanrana but RIGG is already making his way up. EMO turns to see RIGG almost on his feet and he charges at GAMBINO but RIGG is ready for it and counters with a Powerslam to EMO, straight into a cover, One..... Two..... EMO gets his shoulder up. RIGG slaps his hand against the mat as he pulls EMO too his feet and chucks him back into the corner and stomps away at him. RIGG climbs to the middle rope and begins laying into EMO with a Ten Punch but at around 6 or 7, he’s cut off-HUNTER RYAN!! HUNTER is on the apron and grabs RIGG, hanging his throat up across the top rope. RIGG flops down to the mat in the ring as HUNTER slides in under the bottom rope and hooks up both of RIGG’S legs before flipping over in a bridged pin, One..... Two..... RIGG flips out of it and he and HUNTER both met each other to there respective feet with a hard right hand. HUNTER falls back as RIGG’S strength wins out in the exchange of punches as RIGG pounds away at his slightly smaller opponent, beating him back against the ropes and suddenly building up a head of steam and really laying in to HUNTER RYAN. RIGG whips HUNTER off the ring ropes and completely obliterates him with a massive clothesline that turns him inside out!! RIGG quickly pulls HUNTER up too his feet once again and drives his knee into RYAN’S gut before attempting a Powerbomb but RYAN rolls through with a Sun-Set Flip into a roll-up, One..... Two..... RIGG rolls out of it and stumbles up too his feet and charges HUNTER RYAN but RYAN is ready for him and tosses him, shoulder first, into the steel ring post! As HUNTER takes a moment or two to recover from the flurry of punches RIGG delivered too him, DR EMO is up too his feet and HUNTER takes a moment to size up his ‘prey’ and runs at EMO but EMO manages to counter it with an enzeguri head-kick.
HUNTER stumbles about the place, completely dazed from that last shot to the head, when EMO takes his opportunity to drop HUNTER with a Tornado DDT, dropping the X-Treme Champion down, hard to the mat. EMO quickly hooks the leg, One..... Two..... HUNTER rolls the shoulder out at two. EMO pulls HUNTER up too his feet and whips him off the ropes before going for a clothesline but the ring wily RYAN is able to duck under it and comes flying back off the ropes with a diving forearm smash. HUNTER takes his chance and heaves EMO up once again, and slams him hard to the mat with a Side Effect, quickly making the cover, One..... Two..... DR EMO kicks out at two. HUNTER climbs up once again and drives his knees into EMO’S side, pounding on the smaller man before lifting him up and booting him in the stomach. HUNTER drops EMO to the canvas with a face-buster but doesn’t call it quits there as he pulls EMO back too his feet and hooks his arms up, lifting him high into the air and driving him hard with a Tiger-Bomb straight into a pin, One..... Two..... RIGG makes the save, breaking up the count before the three. HUNTER just lashes out at RIGG and catches him flush with the back of his hand before pulling RIGG towards him and dropping him to the mat with a huge DDT. HUNTER drops too his knees on goes for a cover on BIGG RIGG, One..... Two..... RIGG manages to power out of it before the three count. Both men climb to there feet and HUNTER goes to grab RIGG by the hair but RIGG counters with a massive jackhammer punch to HUNTER’S kidney’s, really catching the marker. RIGG grabs HUNTER by the hair and crushes him with a giant Impaler DDT right into the mat before rolling him onto his back and hooking the leg, One..... Two..... Kickout from HUNTER RYAN, who’s still fighting for this one!!
RIGG lifts HUNTER up by the hair and almost carries him across to the corner before lifting him up into the air and crotching him up on the very top rope. RIGG climbs right up to the top rope to meet HUNTER, calling for something big but HUNTER catches RIGG with a swift jab to the jaw. RIGG and HUNTER begin to exchange right hands as they teeter about on the top rope but RIGG manages to nail HUNTER in the chest with a forearm smash to the side. RIGG hooks HUNTER up and both RIGG and HUNTER RYAN fly off the top rope as both men crash to the mat following that huge top rope superplex!! WAIT-EMO IS ON THE TOP ROPE!! He sees both HUNTER and RIGG down and leaps off, landing the FTW, For The Win, on BIGG RIGG!! DR EMO goes for the cover, ONE..... TWO..... THREE!! EMO PINS THE XWF LEGEND AND GETS THE WIN!!
WINNER: DR EMO
Another historic Anarchy main event match has come to a conclusion, and the Xtreme Title has been decided like it should be: in the middle of the ring!! However, this honorable moment is about to be tainted as TRENT GEIN and FAMINE OF THE VILE run down the ramp and roll into the ring. HUNTER RYAN has just struggled his way back onto his feet, but is rudely met by a double clothesline from TRENT and FAMINE. The two allies start stomping on HUNTER and BIGG RIGG with relentless kicks, and are soon joined by the late-arriving RJ PALMER.
The self-proclaimed leader FAMINE tells PALMER and GEIN to pick up HUNTER so he can make an example out of him. RJ and TRENT lift up HUNTER by the arms and they prop him up to face his long-time nemesis, as BIGG RIGG lays in the corner too exhausted to help. FAMINE has a few choice words for HUNTER, but before he can do anything… the lights in the arena go out.
After about ten seconds of complete darkness, a spotlight shines on the top of the ramp… and a man is standing there with a grey hood over his head and a steel chair in his hands. The spotlight goes off, and another ten seconds later… the arena lights come back on and the hooded man is now in the ring. He signals for FAMINE to step aside so he can use the steel chair on HUNTER RYAN!! FAMINE happily obliges, and steps to the side of the hooded mystery man. FAMINE tells PALMER and GEIN to lift HUNTER up a little higher, as the hooded man is measuring up his prey. He pulls back the chair, but suddenly he turns and… WHAM!!!!
The hooded man just hit FAMINE OF THE VILE with the steel chair!! The entire arena is totally confused, including a dazed BIGG RIGG sitting in the corner behind PALMER and GEIN. Everyone in the ring freezes to comprehend what just happened, until PALMER makes a move and HE gets a steel chair to the head!! The hooded man then turns and nails GEIN with the steel chair!! PALMER and GEIN roll out of harm’s way after their punishment, and then they pull a bloodied FAMINE out of the ring.
The mystery man tosses the steel chair out of the ring as he slowly walks over to BIGG RIGG, who is still sitting in one corner of the ring. The hooded man extends a hand out to BIGG RIGG, and despite a few seconds of hesitation… RIGG takes the hand and gets to his feet. The mystery man then walks to the middle of the ring and helps up HUNTER RYAN, before grabbing a microphone from ringside.
MYSTERY MAN: HEY ASSHOLES!!! YOU MIGHT WANNA STICK AROUND FOR A MINUTE!!!
FAMINE, PALMER and GEIN all stop at the top of the ramp and turn around to face the ring.
MYSTERY MAN: I have sat in the shadows for a while now, waiting for that PERFECT moment to make my presence felt once again in the XWF. And when I decided to come here tonight, I made two vows: to be there for HUNTER, and to let bygones be bygones with BIGG RIGG. So, needless to say….
The mystery man rips off the hood, and….
It’s THE X EFFECT!!! HE’S RETURNED FROM THE INJURIES HE SUFFERED AT SNOW JOB!!!
THE X EFFECT: I’M BAAAAACK!!
FAMINE and company are in total disbelief at the top of the ramp, as the crowd goes NUTS over the return of THE X EFFECT. Inside the ring, HUNTER RYAN is ecstatic that his friend on the phone earlier really did show up, and BIGG RIGG is stunned that THE X EFFECT helped him.
THE X EFFECT: That’s right N.O.W., HUNTER RYAN is NOT alone anymore!! I am back, and I am thirsty for BLOOD!! So next week, RIGHT HERE on Anarchy, we are gonna have ourselves a 6-man XTREME RULES tag team match. It’s gonna be YOU THREE PUSSIES… against the THREE OF US!!
The crowd is ecstatic yet again, as the members of N.O.W. start complaining at the top of the ramp.
THE X EFFECT: Next week, I am gonna be ready to rock and roll ONE MORE TIME here in the XWF. So fellas, it’s time for ALL OF YOU to buckle up for safety: it’s gonna be a bumpy ride, because I’m back to put the “X” back in XTREME!!
The crowd goes crazy as “Empire State of Mind” hits the speakers. THE X EFFECT shares a quick hug with HUNTER RYAN, but then steps over to BIGG RIGG. The two gladiators stare each other down intensely, until THE X EFFECT sticks out his hand one more time. RIGG stands there, contemplating for a moment… before shaking hands with THE X EFFECT!! The crowd pops a little more, as THE X EFFECT raises the hands of HUNTER and BIGG RIGG.
But out of nowhere BIGG RIGG spears the hell out of BRIAN CADY as HUNTER watches in disbelief. RIGG then stands up and stares at HUNTER who is still in shock. HUNTER then goes on the defensive and tries to attack RIGG but out of nowhere, FAMINE OF THE VILE comes from behind and knocks HUNTER down with a hard elbow shot to the back of the head. The rest of the N.O.W. now comes into the ring and begins attacking both CADY and HUNTER as FAMINE walks over to ask for a mic.
FAMINE: Didn't see that one coming did you?! There's not going to be a six man tag team match next week boys. Because ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to introduce to you, the newest member of the New Organization of Wrestling. My good friend and partner. BIGG RIGG......JOHN GAMBINO!!!
The crowd is in shock as they witness The Angry Italian shaking hands with FAMINE as the rest of the N.O.W. finishes taking out CADY and HUNTER.
FAMINE: But wait. There's more! RIGG, if you don't mind.
RIGG smiles at FAMINE and nods his head as he walks behind him. BOOM! RAGE on DOWNFALL! What the hell? GAMBINO just took out DOWNFALL who is a member of the N.O.W. Earlier tonight they took out SCYTHE and now DOWNFALL?!
FAMINE: I told you earlier tonight. We will not accept failure and we will not accept defeat. DOWNFALL, you can now join SCYTHE as former members of the N.O.W. Because if there is one thing I can't stand, it's a weak link in the chain. And just like the saying goes......You are the weakest link. Now go to hell!
HUNTER, CADY and DOWNFALL are all laid out in the middle of the ring as FAMINE and co disappear backstage. Referees help get HUNTER, CADY and DOWNFALL too the back, all three men looking pretty seriously beat up when DR EMO slowly climbs back into the ring following the shocking events that have just transpired when the fans erupt into boo’s as DANTE ANGLAIS races through the crowd and leaps over the guardrail before sliding into the ring behind EMO. EMO hasn’t seen him and turns around to get his head clotheslined right off!! DANTE begins stomping away at the downed EMO, beating him into a pulp before lifting him too his feet and tossing him back into the corner, laying into him with several hard right hands and boots to the gut. EMO is already beaten and battered following the Main Event and has nothing left as DANTE vicious strikes his vulnerable prey with hard punches to the jaw. DANTE pulls EMO up by the hair and carries him up and over in a beautiful double arm suplex. DANTE climbs too his feet and raises his arms high in the air as the fans all continue to boo him. DANTE turns back too EMO, who is barely moving, and pulls him up by the hair before driving his knee into his face before lifting him high into the air and driving him too the mat with a HUGE Powerbomb!!
DANTE smiles as he pulls the battered EMO up once again, holding him up by the hair as he stumbles about, utterly defenceless. DANTE lifts EMO up onto his shoulders before spinning him round and driving him hard into the canvas with an Armageddon Driver!! EMO’S back and neck thud off the canvas as, on impact, EMO begins to spit up a whole load of blood. DANTE jumps up too his feet and holds his arms high up in victory as the fans become really riled at the sight of there hero, DR EMO, beaten to a pulp. DANTE just seems to enjoy the heat as he arrogantly poses for pictures, flexing his muscles and posing for the fans who hate him, when DANTE turns and sees that EMO is still moving!! He can’t believe it!! DANTE’S eyes widen in shock as he thought EMO was done and this just seems to annoy ANGLAIS, who climbs out of the ring and quickly retrieves a steel chair from ringside before sliding into the ring with it. Surely, he’s not going to use that chair on EMO? EMO is barely even moving as he crawls towards the ropes and has to use them to pull himself up and leans on them to keep himself vertical, blood still gushing from his mouth, covering his lips and chin. He turns around and...
CRASH!!
DANTE DRIVES THE CHAIR INTO EMO’S RIBS!!
WHACK!!
AND ALMOST BREAKS THE CHAIR ACROSS HIS BACK!!
DANTE drops the chair down to the mat next to EMO and stares down at his fallen foe and heads towards the ropes about to leave the ring when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots EMO’S arm move about an inch and he immediately stops in his tracks. DANTE walks back across too EMO... Oh come on!!
Enough is enough!
DANTE pulls EMO up once again and sets him up...
THE UPRISING ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!
DANTE kips up onto his feet and closes his eyes, raising one arm into the air. He turns to look down at EMO before spitting on him! DANTE exits the ring and heads up the entrance ramp as EMO is flat out in the ring, not moving. EMT’s race down to check on EMO’S condition as all DANTE can do is laugh. He laid down the challenge and now it seems like he’s making things personal. Will EMO even be ABLE to reply next week? What is DANTE’S game? Why did he attack his so-called 'friend'? All this, and more, next week on Anarchy!!
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