ANARCHY: CENTURION'S 25TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL

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ANARCHY: CENTURION'S 25TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL - 'Big' Dick Lichter - 03-13-2026

ANTLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY

MR. OZ
- vs -
REGGIE ESTRADA
- vs -
SUMMER PAGE

X-TREME RULEZ TRIPLE THREAT!

ACTS-LIKE-A-VAMPIRE CLOWN
- vs -
KRISTOFFER 'VAMP' ARROYO

With special guest referee: SIR LIONEL PENNYFARTHING!

VAMP-ACTING CHALLENGE!

Each competitor will be given a pair of fangs and a cloak. Using only the fangs and cloak provided, they must prove to Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing that they are in fact a REAL vampire!

Alternatively, you may KO your opponent to disqualify them from the acting competition!

Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing may write 1 roleplay to state their intentions for the match!

XXXVI © & BETSY GRANGER
- vs -
JOHN BLADE & LATOYA HIXX

TAG MATCH!

Each team can write 1 collaborative roleplay of 2k words

or

Each team can write 2 separate roleplays at 1k words each

CENTURION ©
- vs -
"GODLY" KEN DAVISON

NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH!

The lights in The Showboat dim.

The sold-out crowd in Atlantic City hums with anticipation as the massive screen over the entrance ramp flickers to life.

A graphic appears on the screen, celebrating Centurion’s 25th anniversary!

A slow orchestral swell begins. Footage plays across the screen: war-torn rings, blood-soaked canvases, roaring crowds. The highlight reel follows the long career of Centurion — championship victories, brutal wars, iconic moments that built Xtreme Wrestling Federation into what it is today.

The crowd begins chanting.

“CEN-TUR-ION!”

“CEN-TUR-ION!”

One clip shows Centurion standing victorious, battered and bleeding, raising a championship high.
Another shows him walking through smoke, stoic, relentless.

Then the final frame freezes on his face.

The music abruptly cuts.

The screen glitches.

The Centurion graphic disappears, replaced with sleek corporate font:

PRESENTED BY THE TRILLIONAIRES

Boos erupt instantly.

A smug electronic jingle replaces the epic orchestral music.

The camera cuts to the stage as a ridiculously over-the-top corporate podium rises from beneath the ramp. Chrome. LED lights. A rotating hologram of a dollar sign.

Out walks Elon Musk.

The boos grow louder.

He squints out into the crowd like a man studying zoo animals.

Behind him, waddling with exaggerated swagger, comes “Big” Dick Lichter — the Anarchy General Manager — a sharply dressed little person in a gaudy burgundy suit with gold trim, holding a microphone like he’s carrying a royal scepter.

Lichter gestures dramatically for the music to cut.

It doesn’t.

He waves his arms frantically until someone backstage finally kills it.

The crowd keeps booing.

Lichter grins.

“ATLANTIC CITY!”

The boos grow louder.

He nods approvingly.

“That’s right! That’s right! Boo all you want! Boo your little hearts out!”

He gestures grandly toward the massive banner hanging above the ring.

25 YEARS OF CENTURION

Lichter sighs loudly.

“Twenty-five years.”

He shakes his head in disbelief.

“Twenty-five years of this guy wandering around MY show, hogging MY spotlight, and forcing ME to pretend he’s some kind of ‘legend.’”

The crowd erupts in angry chants again.

“CEN-TUR-ION!”

“CEN-TUR-ION!”

Lichter rolls his eyes.

“Oh please. Spare me.”

He gestures toward Musk.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s celebration has been made possible by the brilliant, visionary, and extremely wealthy minds behind The Trillionaires, the ownership group of the XWF!”

More boos.

Musk leans into the microphone casually.

“I bought a social media company for forty-four billion dollars and people still liked me more than this guy. Heh. What a meme!”

He gestures to the banner.

“Imagine how annoying you have to be to accomplish that.”

The crowd laughs and boos at the same time.

Lichter nods enthusiastically.

“Exactly! THANK YOU!”

Elon points up at the Centurion banner again.

“But let’s be honest about something, folks. Tonight isn’t about celebrating Centurion.”

The crowd boos even louder.

Lichter grins wickedly.

“Tonight is about monetizing Centurion!”

Musk nods approvingly.

“Correct!”

He gestures toward the giant screen.

A graphic appears:

LIMITED EDITION CENTURION NFT COLLECTION — AVAILABLE NOW

The boos shake the building.

Musk continues calmly.

“We’ve launched a blockchain-backed commemorative digital ownership system where fans can purchase verified moments from Centurion’s career.”

The screen begins displaying animated clips of Centurion highlights with price tags floating beside them.

$5,000

$10,000

$25,000

Musk shrugs.

“You people were going to watch the footage for free anyway. This just adds value.”

The crowd begins chanting again.

“CEN-TUR-ION!”

“CEN-TUR-ION!”

Lichter waves them off dismissively.

“Oh relax! Relax! You’ll get your Centurion tonight!”

The crowd pops.

Then Lichter grins again.

“When Godly Ken Davison ends his career, and sends him home in a body-bag!”

The crowd is enraged at the comment, raining boos down upon the ring- along with a few empty bottles and hot dog wrappers!

“So welcome to the most historic episode of Anarchy in twenty-five years!”

Elon Musk spreads his arms wide.

“The CENTURION 25TH ANNIVERSARY CASH-GRAB SPECTACULAR!”

The crowd’s boos reach a crescendo.

Musk taps the podium again.

Fireworks suddenly explode from the stage.

The Centurion banner drops lower over the ring as the Anarchy theme music hits.

Lichter shouts into the mic one last time.

“LET THE EXPLOITATION BEGIN!”

Oswald stands amidst an indie metal band, watching the ring, looking at the band. Soon a choir is heard as the band begins to play his theme song. He walks towards the lead guitarist, clapping him gently on the back so as to not mess up her playing. Oswald, walks down the ramp, the bottom of his white cloak dragging along the ground. Once at the ring, he'd leap onto the apron before launching himself to show how strong and agile he was to lift such mass with such ease right over the top rope and de-cloaked himself, placing it in his corner before stretching out his arms in a lower case t and roaring out to the crowd before going and sitting on top of his cloak, awaiting the bell as he mentally plans out the match, as well as how to try and beat his opponent.

Todd: Mr. Oz makes his way to the ring! Fresh off a hellacious February, Oz has taken on anyone and everyone who dared step between those ropes!

Bama: And tonight, Todd- he has the chance to do it again! Facing two of the fiercest competitors Anarchy has to offer, Mr. Oz will have to tap into his killer instincts if we wants to pull off the victory tonight!

We see on the walkway, where the camera pans to the entrance, as soon as the beat drops we see Reggie walking down out to the song. He stares at the crowd, who gives him mix reactions as he walks down to the ring, then he gets to the steel steps, but looks at the crowd some more. Then he climbs up to it, and get into the ring. Camera cuts to various fan signs that either love or hate Reggie, then it cuts to him going on the corner to raise his fist and talk some trash, then he gets down and stand in the ring as his theme cuts off.

Bama: Making his way to the ring, it’s the most Thuggish Ruggish bone of them all! The one and only REGGIE ESTRADA!

Todd: Reggie Estrada has recently come into trouble in his personal life, but he took this match tonight because he’s ready to let that rage loose inside the ring!

Bama: And not to mention, that bad hombre really needs the paycheck!

S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder. Summer turns her attention to inside the ring where she motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer walks over to the closest ring corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.

Bama: Now here’s my favorite bombshell of them all: “Spoiled” Summer Page! And by God Todd, I wish she’d spoil me!

Todd: Summer doesn’t spoil people, Bama- she gets spoiled! But I’m not sure how Spoiled she is by this booking. She has to face off against two of the most X-TREME wrestlers to ever step into an XWF ring!

Bama: If there’s anyone who can tame a beast, it’s Summer Page! I have no doubt in my mind that she can walk away from this match victorious!

MR. OZ
- vs -
REGGIE ESTRADA
- vs -
SUMMER PAGE

X-TREME RULEZ TRIPLE THREAT!

Highlight Reel!

The bell rings.

Mr. Oz steps forward immediately, looming over both opponents. Reggie Estrada charges first, swinging wild punches into Oz’s ribs, but Oz barely budges. Summer Page darts in from the side with a quick kick to the thigh.

Oz swats her away like a fly.

Reggie throws another punch—Oz grabs him by the throat and hurls him across the ring. Reggie crashes hard into the turnbuckles and slumps down. Summer springs off the ropes with a flying forearm.

Oz catches her midair.

He holds her there for a moment before slamming her down with a brutal powerslam that rattles the ring!

Bama: Mr. Oz is coming out HOT! He’s on a roll!

Todd: He’s the biggest, most experienced wrestler in that ring: and he’s damn sure acting like it!

Reggie staggers up and runs at Oz again, trying to tackle him. Oz drives a knee into Reggie’s gut and lifts him high overhead, holding him in the air before launching him down with a massive military press slam.

Reggie rolls away groaning.

Oz steps outside the ring and starts throwing weapons inside—first a steel chair, then a trash can, then a kendo stick.

Todd: Uh oh, this can’t be good! Mr. Oz is already getting weapons involved!

Bama: Stop clutching your pearls, Todd! This is an X-TREME RULEZ match, and Oz told everyone he’s going to show them what hardcore really means!

Summer springs up onto the ropes and launches with a dropkick that hits Oz in the chest as he climbs back in. Oz stumbles but stays standing. Reggie rushes from behind with the chair and smashes it across Oz’s back.

The chair bends.

Oz barely moves.

Reggie swings again. Summer follows with a kick to Oz’s knee.

Another chair shot.

Another kick.

Oz roars and shoves them both backward, swinging wildly with the trash can. Reggie ducks under it. Summer vaults over the ropes and springboards back with a flying crossbody that knocks Oz a step backward.

Reggie grabs Oz’s legs from behind.

Summer sprints across the ring.

Both of them launch forward—

DOUBLE DROPKICK!

The impact knocks Oz backward over the top rope. His massive body crashes to the floor outside!

For a moment, the ring belongs to Reggie Estrada and Summer Page.

Todd: Lookout! The big man goes flying to the outside!

Bama: This isn’t supposed to be a handicap match, but Reggie and Summer are clearly working together against Mr. Oz! That’s not fair!

Todd: Fair? You want to talk about fair, Bama? Mr. Oz is as big as these two combined! The only way they can survive this match is by working together against the big, Ghost Tank machine!

Reggie and Summer circle each other.

Reggie swings first with a hard right hand. Summer ducks and spins into a sharp kick to his ribs. Reggie answers with a brawling hook that snaps Summer’s head to the side.

She rebounds off the ropes and flips into a spinning heel kick.

Reggie stumbles.

Summer leaps to the ropes, springboards—

Reggie catches her legs and slams her down to the mat.

He drags her up and hammers forearms into her back. Summer twists free and answers with a lightning-fast series of kicks to his legs, chopping him down piece by piece.

Reggie lunges with a clothesline.

Summer ducks, cartwheels behind him, and lands a standing dropkick that sends him staggering into the ropes.

Reggie spits blood from his lip and charges again.

They collide in the center of the ring!

Todd: Estrada and Page are giving it all they have! With Oz on the outside, they know this is their chance to take back momentum!

Bama: HA! So much for working together against Oz! Now, Reggie and Summer are at each other’s throats- and I can’t wait to see who chokes first!

Punches from Reggie.

Kicks from Summer.

He grabs her hair and tries to throw her into the corner—she flips up the turnbuckles, springboards behind him, and lands a spinning DDT that plants Reggie hard into the mat.

Reggie rolls toward the ropes, trying to escape.

Summer sprints across the ring and nails a running knee that sends him tumbling under the bottom rope to the floor.

Reggie crashes outside!

Summer rises, breathing hard, pushing hair from her face.

Todd: And Summer sends Reggie to the outside!

Bama: But wait, Todd! Someone’s climbing back in! Summer might not be as safe as she thinks she is!

A shadow climbs the apron.

Mr. Oz steps through the ropes.

He’s holding a ladder.

Summer turns just in time to see it swing.

CRACK!

The ladder smashes across her face and shoulders, sending her collapsing to the mat.

Oz lifts the ladder again.

CRACK!

Steel crashes across her ribs.

She curls up instinctively. Blood runs down from her forehead.

Oz doesn’t stop.

He jams the ladder into her stomach.

He slams it down across her back.

He drives the edge of it into her side and stands over her as she writhes on the canvas, crimson staining the mat beneath her.

Oz finally tosses the ladder aside.

Todd: This is getting barbaric! Oz is committing manslaughter in the ring with that ladder!

Bama: Summer Page is a chick! It’s WOMANslaughter at best! And besides, Todd: Mr. Oz told everyone that he planned on finishing this match with a ladder!

Todd: Well then he should finish it, and quit brutalizing Summer Page!

He grabs Summer by the hair and lifts her slightly before dropping her flat onto her back.

Oz plants a massive boot on her chest.

Then drops down into the pin.

1!

2!

3!

Winner - Mr. Oz

Oz stands tall with a smirk on his face, surveying the damage him and his ladder have wrought tonight!

Todd: A dominant showing for Mr. Oz! If you thought 3 matches a night would put some wear and tear on him, well, it’s clear that you thought wrong!

Bama: Oz has been wrestling 3 opponents a night for months now: it’s no surprise that 2 opponents wasn’t enough to stop him!

The camera catches up with Charlie Nickles backstage near the loading dock.

He’s sitting on a road case, wrapping tape around his fists even though he isn’t booked tonight.

Across from him stands the quiet figure that’s been following Charlie around lately.

The man people refer to as The Director.

The metal loading door creaks open.

“Charlie?”

Charlie looks up.

“Jennie?”

Jennie Nickles steps inside, brushing cold air off her coat. She looks like she came straight from the road.

Charlie stands immediately.

“What are you doing here?”

Jennie doesn’t answer right away. Her eyes flick briefly toward The Director across the hallway before returning to Charlie.

“I needed to talk to you.”

Charlie gestures toward the hallway.

“Okay…”

Jennie takes a breath.

“It’s about March Madness.”

Charlie exhales.

“Jennie—”

“Just listen.”

She steps closer.

“You’re wrestling Isaiah King again.”

Charlie nods slowly.

Jennie continues.

“You remember what happened last time, how far things almost went before I stepped in to stop you.”

Bama: Oh, Charlie definitely remembers!

Todd: Right before War Games, Charlie and Isaiah had been tearing each other apart in the ring when Jennie came running down the aisle. She stood between them, and told Charlie to stop!

Bama: And Charlie…actually listened! It was like watching a wild dog be tamed, in real time!
Todd: The match ended right there, as a draw!

Jennie lowers her voice.

“Isaiah was my captain at War Games, Charlie. He looked out for me. He’s not someone you need to destroy…he’s my friend.”

Charlie rubs the back of his neck.

“It’s not about that.”

Jennie glances toward The Director again.

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

The Director finally speaks, calm and even.

“You seem concerned that Charlie is being influenced.”

Jennie turns toward him immediately.

“I barely know who you are. I just know that you like using people, and I won’t let you use my brother like you used Thirty-Six.”

The Director smiles faintly behind his mask, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s fair.”

Jennie looks back at Charlie.

“You’ve been doing better lately, Charlie. You’ve been clear again. You’re sober. You’re thinking straight.”

Her voice softens.

“I just got my brother back.”

Charlie looks down at the tape around his knuckles.

Jennie steps closer.

“You spared Isaiah last time because I asked you to.”

She places a hand on his arm.

“So I’m asking you again.”

Charlie looks up.

“Don’t do this match. It’s not worth it.”

The hallway goes quiet- but the commentary team does not!

Bama: Wait, WHAT?! Is Jennie asking her brother to pull out of his match at March Madness?!
Todd: That’s exactly what it sounds like, Bama! She doesn’t want to watch Charlie and Isaiah come to blows!

Charlie doesn’t answer right away.

Finally, he exhales.

“I’ll… think about it.”

Jennie studies his face, trying to decide if that’s good enough.

Eventually she nods.

“That’s all I wanted.”

She squeezes his arm once, then turns and heads back toward the loading door.

Before she leaves, she glances once more toward The Director in the hallway.

Something about him unsettles her.

The door closes behind her.

Charlie watches it for a moment.

Behind him, The Director speaks quietly.

“Your sister cares deeply about you.”

Charlie doesn’t turn around.

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“She’s the only one who ever did.”

Bama: This is an explosive development! If Charlie follows through on his sister’s demand, that will leave The Director without a partner against The Exiles!

Todd: The entire March Madness card could get flipped upside down- but that’s a problem for another day, Bama: because we’ve got more Anarchy action coming up next!

Acts-Like-A-Vampire Clown hits the stage, doing his best vampire impression! He stalks down the ramp, looking at the ring like it’s a tasty, blood-filled snack. After a few moments of theatrics outside the ring, Acts-Like-A-Vampire Clown slides underneath the bottom rope, before snarling towards the hard camera in a most vampiric of fashions.

Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing, already in the ring, surveys the newcomer Clown with a Shakespearian curiosity.

Todd: The newest member of Clowns R’ Us 2000, Acts-Like-A-Vampire Clown appears ready for his date with destiny tonight!

Bama: Newest member? Todd- it’s clear that you’re not keeping up with the Clowniverse! This Clown acts like one of the oldest clowns in their entire stable! He’s like an ancient vampire, that’s his entire bit!

The arena is bathed in a deep red light that brings out the shadows in every nook and cranny as "Deep Set" by Greg Puciato starts to play. Kristoffer Arroyo steps through the entrance way, looking cool and confident behind is bright pink shades. He saunters down to the ring, taking his time and seeming to savor the moment before suddenly exploding into a slide into the ring. He then steps through the ropes onto the ring apron, where he wraps his legs around the middle rope and hangs himself upside down with his arms outstretched like an inverted cross. He smiles for the camera, revealing long sharpened incisors, before sitting up and rolling up and over the top rope and to the canvas. He then proceeds to get to a neutral corner and wait for the contest to begin.

Todd: A very dramatic entrance for Anarchy’s own resident vampire, Kristoffer Arroyo! He seems more than ready for this acting challenge- but I have to ask myself…shouldn’t he be offended by this mockery of a match-up?

Bama: Offended?! What are you talking about, Todd? Acts Like A Vampire Clown is one of the best vampire actors in the entire Clowniverse, Arroyo should be grateful for the chance to compete against him in front of the one and only SIR Lionel Pennyfarthing!

Todd: Well…if you say so, Bama!

Sir Lionel paces the ring, not in the traditional black and white stripes of a wrestling official, but instead a beret and suspenders, like someone cast as a movie director in a film that takes places in the 1940s!

The bell rings!

Highlight Reel!

TODD: Okay! Here we go! Vamp Acting Challenge! Using only the fangs and cloak provided, our competitors must prove to Sir Lionel that they are a REAL vampire!

BAMA: This used to be a wrestling show, Toddrick. Just like this used to be a gol’ darn country. Damn Woodrow Wilson…

Sir Lionel snaps his fingers! A member of the ring crew walks through and SNAPS a clapboard!

”Aaaaaand ACTION!”

…Arroyo flicks away the plastic Party City fangs he’s been handed and tosses the cape away…

His eyes go red… His fangs extend further… His face goes a pale white! He looks VERY VAMPIRIC!

TODD: What a performance by Arroyo! He’s looking like a more handsome Max Shrek!

…Lionel strokes his chin.

”CUT!” Lionel waves his hand through the air. ”DEDUCTION!”

Arroyo peers confused… What the hell was wrong with that take?

TODD: Arroyo clearly taking umbrage with Lionel’s displeasure! And I have to admit, that was a VERY vampiric performance!

Arroyo storms up to Lionel, demanding justification. Lionel snaps a member of the ring crew brings him a script… which is just the wrestling card for the show tonight. Pennyfarthing sticks it in Arroyo’s face!

Quote:Each competitor will be given a pair of fangs and a cloak. Using ONLY the fangs and cloak provided, they must prove to Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing that they are in fact a REAL vampire!

TODD: …Ohhhhhh! Lionel’s being a surprising stickler for the rules! And the stipulation is clear! The only way these competitors can prove they’re a vampire is using the cloak and the fangs provided!

BAMA: But Vamp over there has actual fangs!

TODD: And, per the stipulation, he can’t use them, Bama!

…Arroyo realizes the nature of his mistake and raises his hands acquiescingly, asking for another chance.

”Wait your turn!” Lionel scoffs, before turning to Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown. ”You! Understudy!”

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown peers around, as if unsure who he might be talking about…. Before realizing, it’s his time to shine!

The film crew snaps the clapboard.

”Take Two! ACTION!”

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown dons his plastic fangs and cape…

He clears his throat.

…

”Bleh.” He puts his arms out, his fingers curled somewhat fiendishly.

BAMA: …Is that a vampire?

”Now THAT’S my vampire!” Lionel nods.

…Arroyo sneers disapprovingly as he steps outside the ring and snatches the cape and fangs he discarded…

TODD: Oh! It seems Lionel liked that! Does that mean Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown wins?

”Cut! Print! Check the gate! Next scene!”

TODD: …Next scene?

BAMA: Pennyfarthing’s nuttier than a pecan tree, Toddrick!

INT. NIGHT

A woman dressed in Victorian nightwear thrashes in her sleep… haunted by a portent of doom!

Haunted by… The Curse of the Vampire!

”ACTION!”

First up! Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown enters the scene.

”Bleh.”

”SEDUCE HER! FOR GOD’S SAKE!” Lionel calls impatiently!

TODD: Uh oh! Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown now has to act, not just like a vampire… but a sexy vampire!

BAMA: Maybe he can get all sparkly like Robert Pattinson in that move… you know… the one about September 11th.

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown draws his cape in front of his face… The young girl rocks and moans in bed, ravaged by visions…

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown…

taps her shoulder.

She stirs awake.

”Hey.”

…She stares at him, confused.

…

”Uh.”

”...Come here often?”

”...To my bedroom?”

”CUT!” Lionel throws his directing beret on the ground, FURIOUS! ”DAMMIT, MAN! WHEN I SAY TO SEDUCE HER, Y-”

Arroyo claps Lionel on the shoulder, nodding to let him at it…

Lionel falls back in his directing chair… And waves at his cameraman to start the take…

TODD: It looks like Arroyo feels confident he’s up to nailing this shot…

The young lady awakens from her dream with a start, her raven-black hair matted to her head with sweat from a night of feverish, delirious nightmares… Or… dreams of wondrous sights… Of a life in the thrall of a creature of the night…

Arroyo… donning his cape (to satisfy the terms of the match…) swoops in from the open window…

Arroyo crosses the room, floating, his feet hovering over the ground…

Defying gravity, he comes parallel to his victim’s laying in bed… Her eyes open with terror and awe as he smiles a sinister smile… Placing her under his spell…

Director Lionel watches the footage back and strokes his chin thoughtfully…

…He nods.

”We got the shot.”

TODD: …Sorry, what are we doing? Are we… Is Lionel refereeing a match? Or is he filming a movie?

BAMA: He’s CREATING, Todd! And he’s found his muse in Kristoffer Arroyo! Like Brando and Coppola! Like Tarantino and a foot attached to a woman!

Arroyo and Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown are back in the ring… Arroyo coolly, calmly, stretches his neck, feeling in the zone after nailing that last scene to even the score…

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown meanwhile is nervously chowing down on a plate of chicken mole from the craft services table!

TODD: The Clown and the Vamp each nailed a scene! I think that makes the score even…

”IT’S SUDDEN DEATH, EVERYONE!” Lionel claps his hands. ”For this next scene… DIE! Make me believe it!”

…Arroyo looks around, kind of peering for context.

TODD: I think Arroyo isn’t opposed to this acting challenge… It’s just not immediately clear to him… what’s supposed to kill him.

BAMA: He’s one of the most dangerous men in the XWF, Toddrick! I don’t think much can! Especially while the sun’s not out!

Suddenly, Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown steps up, eager to take his best shot…

BAMA: Oh brother… This guy may be act like a vampire clown, but maybe they should have booked “Acts Like an ACCURATE Vampire Clown”... this fella’s a one trick pony!

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown suddenly coughs.

”*cough keraugh* Excus-*COUGH*...”

TODD: …Uh oh… was something wrong with that chicken mole he was eating…

BAMA: Someone get that poor idjit a glass of water so he can say ‘bleh’ and then lose…

Lionel calls over the catering team, as Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown sputters… falling to his hands and knees on the mat…

TODD: Oh my God… I… can someone help him?

BAMA: What the hell was in that mole? Garlic?

The catering team shows Lionel the ingredients list for the mole… He reads it carefully…

…Suddenly, his eyes widen! He points to the warning!

MAY CONTAIN PEANUTS!

TODD: Oh dear! Everyone knows that Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown has a peanut allergy! He’s going into anaphylaxis!

BAMA: What the hell do you mean EVERYONE knows that?!?

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown grasps at his throat as it tightens… His body seizes on the mat… The first aid team is rushing down the ramp with a shot of Xolair!

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown’s eyes move toward the ceiling as he tries to swallow in a desperate effort to open his throat enough to breath… But it’s too tight… His throat too swollen from him to take in air…

Lionel waves the first aid team into the ring. ”MOVE. DAMN YOU!”

…But before they can enter the ring… Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown stops… his body convluses… and then he stops moving…

…

TODD: Oh my God. Oh no…

BAMA: …Wait… seriously?

…Lionel forlornly takes his hat off and raises it to his chest.

The crew is silent.

…

”AND SCENE!”

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown kips back up to his feet!

The crowd goes nuts!

TODD: What a death performance by Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown!

BAMA: …Wait, what? He ain’t dead? WHAT?!?

Lionel claps his hands.

”Masterful! GENIUS, even!”

The crew applauds Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown…

Kristoffer Arroyo’s eyes narrow…

”I think we have our winner!”

Lionel crosses the set to raise Acts-Like-a-Vampire Cl-

SUDDENLY, ARROYO GRABS LIONEL BY THE COLLAR!

TODD: Uh oh! I think Arroyo might want another line reading!

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown raises his cape and flaps his arms like a bat at Arroyo!

”Bleh! Bleh!”

Arroyo raises Lionel… his feet kicking helplessly off the ground…

And Arroyo full-on HURLS 180 pounds of British fop at the clown!

Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown goes to catch Lio-

WHAM! Lionel’s head conks with his… and the two hit the mat unconscious!

BAMA: Centerfielder Clown would have made that catch!

The Assistant Director of the Second Unit approaches both the unconscious Pennyfarthing and Clown… He double-checks the script…

And raises Arroyo’s hand!

WINNER BY KNOCKOUT: Kristoffer Arroyo!

TODD: …Oh yeah, that’s right. You could win this match by knockout. Which Arroyo did!

BAMA: What a performance by Arroyo! He took out the trash! And now Acts-Like-a-Vampire Clown can stop acting like he belongs in an XWF ring!

The screen cuts to a shaky camera in an office building—location unknown.

Bodies jostle back and forth in front of the lens but eventually the shot breaks free and Kieran King can be seen pacing up and down the room, a phone pressed to his ear.

Around him stand his Kingsguard, with their captain Tommy Gunn nowhere to be seen.

Not a single smile can be found on anyone's faces as Kieran screams into the phone.

Kieran King: No-no-no-no-no Elon, we were coming up with a new deal, dawn! Over the last month or so, we’ve been burying the hatchet for the good of the XWF. Everything that we’ve talked about still stands, and I'm still President of the XWF Union.

There's a pause while the person on the other end of the call, presumably Elon Musk, responds.

[white]Kieran King: It doesn't matter if there's going to be a new King of the XWF! The Union is a separate thing entirely! I still wield the collective bargaining power of the ENTIRE roster!

Another pause…

Kieran King: AAAAACTUALLY, I am STILL the King RIGHT NOW! This tournament is over yet, and neither is my reign!

Pause…

Kieran King: Okay, so I had an idea about that. In 2021, following an influx of new talent after the tournament began, there was an opportunity for all of those people to get a shot at the finals. Think about it… Ken Davison, Korvayne, Rowan Vance, even the fucking Clowns! This is the same situation as back then! And it was open to ANYBODY, even those that were eliminated. So get this… WE RUN IT BACK!

WE'RE GOING TO DO A LAST CHANCE BATTLE ROYAL AGAIN!

The winner—obviously me—will get inserted straight into the finals! We don't even need to change the rest of our plans!

Pause…

Kieran King: WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NO’? You're letting ego cloud your judgement, man! Nobody likes an egomaniac!

Pause…

Kieran King: ELON, I WILL FUCK EVERYTHING UP FOR YOU IF YOU DON’T COME TO THE PARTY HERE!

Don't forget that I'm hosting the launch of the video game at March Madness! I will tank that launch and the sales of the game so fucking hard! It doesn't matter that I'm the cover star!

Pause…

King Kieran: You want me to do what?

Pause…

Kieran King: DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM?! Fine-fine-fine… I’ll deal with the problem. Book the fucking match! Give me the man responsible for ruining everything and I’ll put him in the fucking dirt once and for good. But then we're getting me my title back, okay?

Pause…

Kieran King: Good.

Emphatically, Kieran hangs up the phone.

Kieran King: Fucking asshole…

Kieran looks around the room, scowling.

In the process, he looks right at the camera.

Kieran King: Are you… ARE YOU FILMING ME? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF MY KINGSGUARD! WHO'S SEEING THIS?

The camera catches Kieran charging forward and ripping the device from the hands who held—apparently one of The Kingsguard!

The last thing caught on the feed is Kieran's hand over the camera and him melting down into a tirade of expletives.

[/b]

The Time is now hit's as he walks out on stage. He talks to the cameraman and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans, hands his Chain to the ref, and waits for his tag-team partner to arrive.

Todd: John Blade is in the building! Fresh off an impressive quarterfinals appearance in the March Madness tournament, John Blade now finds himself in Atlantic City- and he spent the whole week telling everyone that he plans to put on a hell of a show here!

Bama: That’s right, Todd! John Blade is one of the hottest names in the XWF right now, and he’s looking to score a huge win tonight here over XXXVI and Betsy Granger!

When The Strom is Coming hits Latoya Hixx. they heard a voice laugh in the background and saw blue lights from the entrance and some smoke and rainfall coming down she walked onto the middle stage flexed her muscles walked straight down towards the aisle slapped a few XWF fans got inside the ring and dim the lights in the ring and she flexes her arms once more and spread her arms and climbs on the top rope and yell at her fans and tells them to let's go and climbs down off the ropes and waits for her Opponents to arrive.

Todd: Latoya Hixx has long-standing beef with Betsy Granger, and now, she’s got the chance to get her hands on her once more tonight!

Bama: Hixx-on-Granger action? Oh boy, count me in!

Full black.

The stage alights in red. Smoke gathers around the stage. Gods by Sleep Token plays as XXXVI appears, rising up out of the red lights amidst the smoke, his hands gathered in prayer. He steps out onto the stage and takes in the mixed reaction from the crowd. He shakes his out his head and shoulders and begins to walk down the ramp, hands still in prayer pose. Then from behind him, appears CIX. She follows him down the ramp. Half way down, he spreads his hands apart and reaches out both arms in T-Pose as he crouches, sauntering down the rest of the ramp toward the ring. He climbs onto the apron, outstretches his arms and then enters, rolling backward over the top rope and spins toward the center of the ring, arms outstretched like a helicopter. He then sits, cross legged in the dead center of the ring, hands once again in prayer pose and bows his head. Full black again, then a single, red cone of light bathes him in the ring as fire explodes out of each turnbuckle. Outside the ring, CIX surveys the crowd as they await the match starting.

Todd: And here comes the reigning, defending, undisputed REVOLUTION Champion- THIRTY-SIX!

Bama: After his recent split from The Director, XXXVI found himself alone in this world- but not for long, because tonight he’s teaming up with the #1 contender to his championship belt!

Todd: SPEAK OF THE TRAVELER!

“Now, who’s ready to be baptized into a new era of entertainment?!”

The lights go out in the arena as the voice calls out its query. A moment later, bright, twinkling lights like stars scatter across the building.

“Rome wasn’t built in a day
You gotta climb a little higher,
To the top of the display,
Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

The starlight intensifies as a figure rises from beneath the platform, her back to the crowd, head down. The song continues to echo throughout the arena, electric and intense. Her blonde hair is tied into a tight shark-braid that swings back and forth as she bounces from foot to foot.

“If you want it, just take it,
The world's yours, don’t waste it,
Go make the stars align, to shine-”

The rising platform levels to the arena floor in unison with the beat drop to the song.

“BRIGHTER!”

As the word echoes through the arena, an explosion of sparkling pyrotechnics go off as Betsy Granger throws out her arms, revealing a blue chiffon robe lit with bright stars.

“Brighter than the heavens in the skies above,
(oooh oooh)
You’ll be,
BRIGHTER!"

Twirling gracefully to face the crowd, she points skyward as the lights in the arena flood back on. Betsy bounces twice before half-running, half-skipping down the ramp towards the ring.

"Going supernova, all the eyes look up
(at you, at you)
BRIGHTER!”

The song switches to an instrumental break as she does one complete circuit around the ring. Throwing off her cape on the announcer's table, she dashes towards the ring and jumps onto the apron in a one clean move. Using her momentum, she bounces clean over the top rope and spins on her toes to the center of the ring, arms out wide. As she comes to a stop, the music swells, and the crowd joins in like a devoted choir, just the same as the song itself.

“BRIIIIIIIIIGHTEEEEERRRRRRR”

Betsy grins widely and bounces from foot to foot, ready for the fight.

Todd: Betsy Granger looks ready to get down to business tonight!

Bama: And we shouldn’t deny her any longer!

XXXVI © & BETSY GRANGER
- vs -
JOHN BLADE & LATOYA HIXX

TAG MATCH!

Each team can write 1 collaborative roleplay of 2k words

or

Each team can write 2 separate roleplays at 1k words each

Highlight Reel!

The bell rings.

XXXVI and John Blade start in the ring.

They circle each other cautiously. Blade steps forward with a collar-and-elbow tie up, trying to muscle XXXVI backward. XXXVI pivots smoothly, slipping into a wristlock and wrenching the arm down.

Blade grimaces and rolls through it, flipping up to relieve the pressure before snapping off a quick arm drag.

XXXVI lands clean and immediately kips up.

They stare at each other for a moment.

Blade nods once.

XXXVI nods back.

Todd: A showing of respect between John Blade and Thirty-Six!

Bama: His name isn’t ‘Thirty-Six’, you dolt! It’s EX-EX-EX-VEE-AYE!

Todd: Well however you pronounce it, it’s clear that he and “Chain Gang” John Blade share a mutual appreciation for each other’s greatness!

Bama: It’s “SURGEON OF THUG” John Blade, Todd!

Todd: It’s both!

They lock up again.

Blade shoves him into the corner this time and breaks cleanly. XXXVI fires off a sharp kick to the thigh as Blade steps away. Blade answers with a forearm that snaps XXXVI’s head sideways.

XXXVI responds with a spinning back kick to the ribs.

Blade backs into his corner and tags in Latoya Hixx.

Bama: And in tags THE STORM!

Todd: She’s bolting through those ropes like lightning!

Latoya steps through the ropes with a confident stride. Betsy Granger immediately reaches over the ropes for the tag.

XXXVI slaps her hand.

Todd: Betsy Granger is the legal woman now!

Bama: Oh, this is about to get good Todd! REAL GOOD! Betsy and Hixx have been beefing ever since Betsy’s return to the XWF!

Betsy vaults into the ring.

The two women circle. Latoya lunges first with a quick lockup and twists Betsy into a headlock. Betsy shoves her off the ropes.

Latoya rebounds with a shoulder block that knocks Betsy down.
Latoya hits the ropes again.

Betsy rolls to her stomach, pops up behind her, and nails a dropkick to the back that sends Latoya stumbling forward.

Betsy rolls through and grabs a waistlock.

Latoya elbows free and spins around with a quick knee to the gut. She whips Betsy into the ropes—
Betsy rebounds into a flying forearm.

Both women scramble up.

Latoya tags Blade back in.

Bama: Now here comes the big John!

Blade rushes forward and blasts Betsy with a hard clothesline that nearly flips her inside out.
XXXVI steps through the ropes immediately and fires off a running dropkick to Blade’s chest, knocking him back into the corner.

But the referee quickly forces XXXVI back out!

Blade grabs Betsy and drives a knee into her midsection before tagging Latoya again.
Latoya enters and begins hammering Betsy with strikes in the corner—forearm, forearm, knee to the ribs.

She pulls Betsy out and lifts her for a vertical suplex.

Betsy floats behind her and shoves Latoya into the ropes. Latoya rebounds with a spinning back elbow that drops Betsy to the mat.

Latoya covers.

1!

Betsy kicks out.

Latoya drags her toward the corner and tags Blade again.

Blade stomps down hard on Betsy’s back before hauling her up and driving her into the mat with a snap powerslam.

He hooks the leg!

1!

Betsy kicks out again!

Todd: They can’t even get Betsy Granger to a 2 count!

Bama: That Granger is one bad mama jama’, Todd!

Blade pulls her up and tries to whip her across the ring.

Betsy reverses it.

Blade hits the ropes.

Betsy dives—

TAG.

XXXVI springs over the ropes as Blade rebounds.

XXXVI blasts him with a flying knee.

Blade stumbles.

XXXVI hits the ropes again and nails a spinning heel kick that drops him to one knee. Latoya rushes in to break it up—

Betsy intercepts her with a running dropkick that sends both women tumbling through the ropes to the outside.

Inside the ring, XXXVI grabs Blade and hoists him up for a snap suplex.

Blade lands hard!

XXXVI lifts him again, twisting into a second suplex.

Blade tries to scramble toward his corner, reaching for Latoya.

Latoya pulls herself up onto the apron just as Betsy slides back into the ring.

XXXVI grabs Blade’s legs and drags him back.

Latoya charges in to help.

Betsy intercepts her again with a forearm that rocks her backward.

The four of them collide in the ring in a chaotic exchange.

Blade shoves XXXVI into the ropes.

Latoya rushes Betsy.

Everything explodes at once.

XXXVI flips Blade with a sudden arm drag.

Betsy nails Latoya with a spinning kick to the gut.

Latoya doubles over.

XXXVI immediately grabs Blade’s legs and drops backward, trapping him in a Romero special into a dragon sleeper!

He leans back hard, wrenching the hold.

Blade howls.

Latoya rushes forward to break it—

Betsy catches her!

In one smooth motion Betsy grabs Latoya from behind and locks in an indian deathlock before she arches backward into a bridging counter, trapping Latoya’s upper body while XXXVI maintains his finishing submission on Blade.

Bama: Betsy just locked in Tuez les étoiles!

Todd: And at the same time, XXXVI is holding John Blade in that Third Eye Bind!

Latoya thrashes!

Betsy pulls tighter!

The bridge deepens!

Latoya screams!

Then slaps the mat, at the exact same time as John Blade!

Winners - XXXVI and Betsy Granger!

The bell rings!

XXXVI immediately releases Blade. Betsy lets go of Latoya and rolls out of the bridge, both of them breathing hard on the canvas.

Todd: A dominant win from Betsy and XXXVI! If they weren’t scheduled to square off against each other at March Madness, I’d say they should challenge for the Anarchy Tag Belts!

Bama: They made a hell of a team tonight, Todd! But at March Madness, they won’t be working together: they’ll be duking it out! It’s going to be a must-see match for the Revolution Championship!
Todd: That's God's honest truth! Betsy Granger and Thirty-Six put on a showcase tonight, but at March Madness, they’re going to take it to a whole 'nother’ level!

For a moment, the two teammates simply lie there.
Then they look at each other.

Both slowly push themselves up.

XXXVI extends a hand.

Betsy takes it.

They pull each other to their feet, standing in the center of the ring. Partners tonight, but both know that next time they meet, XXXVI’s championship will be between them!

[/b]

Charlie Nickles walks through the garage, phone in hand.

Charlie turns the corner near the production trucks—

—and stops.

Jennie Nickles is lying on the concrete beside one of the vehicles.

Completely still.

“Jennie!”

Charlie runs over and drops to his knees beside her.
He rolls her gently onto her back.

Her eyes are closed.

Her face is covered with a crimson mask of her own blood.

Charlie’s voice panics instantly!

“Jennie—hey—hey, wake up!”

He taps her cheek.

Nothing.

“HEY! SOMEBODY! HELP!”

Footsteps approach behind him.

Charlie looks up.

The Director steps into the light.

Charlie points frantically.

“Call an ambulance!”

The Director already has his phone out.

“I have.”

Charlie grips Jennie’s lifeless hand tightly.

“Come on, Jen… stay with me…”

Within moments sirens echo through the garage.

Two paramedics rush in and kneel beside her.

“Pulse is weak but steady.”

“She’s breathing.”

Charlie backs away just enough for them to work.

“Is she gonna be okay?”

“We’re taking her to the hospital.”

They load Jennie onto a stretcher and wheel her quickly toward the ambulance waiting outside.
Charlie tries to follow.

A paramedic stops him.

“Let us stabilize her first.”

The ambulance doors slam shut in Charlie’s distraught face.

Sirens scream as it pulls away.

Charlie stands frozen in the garage, watching the lights disappear down the street.

Behind him, The Director quietly watches the same direction.

After a long silence, he finally speaks.

“Strange how quickly life can change.”

Charlie turns toward him, shaken and angry.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The Director studies him calmly.

Then simply says:

“I imagine you’ll find out soon enough.”

Centurion strolls down to the ring as his entrance theme blares across The Showboat’s PA system. A loud blast of pyrotechnics shoot off as Centurion steps through the ropes. The crowd cheers his name, and the ladies blow him Showboatloads of kisses, as everyone celebrates his main event appearance!

Todd: It’s the man of the hour himself! The legend, the XWF TV champion, and the 25th Anniversary-boy himself: CENTURION!

Bama: Centurion pulled some strings and got an entire show dedicated to stroking his ego, and frankly, I can’t blame him! But did you see who he chose to book himself against? Centurion’s going to have a hell of a challenge inside that ring tonight!

Todd: And that’s EXACTLY the way Centurion wants it! No short cuts, no easy paths. Centurion is the best of the best, and he wants to prove it against top-notch talent! It’s his 25th Anniversary Special, and he wants to put on the best show of all time! So strap in folks: because this night is about to get X-TREME!

The arena goes dark as Parkway Drive’s “Crushed” growls to life through the speakers. The low, distorted riff reverberates through the building, and the crowd erupts in anticipation. Red lights pulse in time with the bass, casting the arena in a steady, heartbeat-like glow. Smoke begins to pour from the stage, rising into the air as the tron shows hourglasses spilling sand and statues shattering.

Through the haze, Ken Davison steps forward.

He pauses at the top of the ramp, head bowed, letting the moment breathe. Then, slowly, he lifts his arms outward into his cruciform pose. The crowd swells, rising to their feet, chanting his name as the red light frames him like something carved from myth rather than flesh.

Ring Announcer: “From Baltimore, Maryland… weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds… ‘Godly’ Ken Davison!”

Ken lowers his arms and begins his march down the ramp, each step measured, deliberate, in sync with the pounding drums. His expression is calm, focused, and unshaken. Fans lean over the barricade, reaching for him, and he brushes fingertips with them as he passes, brief contact that feels more ritual than celebration.

At ringside, he stops.

Ken looks out over the crowd for a moment, taking them in, not with pride, but with quiet certainty. Then, without breaking that composure, he turns and slams his palm against the apron with a sharp crack that cuts through the music.

He climbs the steps and steps through the ropes with precise, practiced intent.

At the center of the ring, Ken spreads his arms wide once more, commanding the space without saying a word. The red lights wash over him as the noise crescendos. Then he drops to one knee, presses his fist into the mat, and rises again, standing tall, eyes forward, ready.

Bama: Shit. Just. Got. Real.

Todd: “Godly” Ken Davison is making his XWF debut tonight, live from The Showboat in Atlantic City! And of course, it’s the main event. Because how else could “Godly” Ken Davison debut?! Davison’s reputation stretches across companies, it stretches across the entire industry! And tonight? He’s about to lay it all on the line against one of the XWF’s greats.

Bama: I’m already pre-certifying this match as a knock-em-down, drag-em-out, slobber-knockin’ barn burner! Centurion? And “Godly” Ken Davison? Standing across the ring from each other?! FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER?!?!

Todd: It’s. About. To go down!

CENTURION ©
- vs -
"GODLY" KEN DAVISON

NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH!

The main event bell rings.

Centurion and Ken Davison step forward slowly.

The crowd inside The Showboat buzzes with anticipation, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Two ring technicians. Two masters of the game.

They circle.

Neither man rushes.

Todd: Both men are feeling each out in the early stages! Centurion knows how damn good Davison is, and Ken knows how damn good Cent’ is! Neither wrestler wants to rush-in headfirst and give their opponent an opportunity!

Bama: This is what happens when a brick wall meets an immovable object, Todd- but I’m not sure which is which tonight!

Ken Davison reaches first with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Centurion meets him head-on. They strain chest to chest, boots grinding against the mat as they test leverage.

Centurion slips an arm under, shifting into a tight side headlock.

Davison plants his feet, presses Centurion toward the ropes, and shoves him off.

Centurion rebounds.

Davison drops down.

Centurion hops over.

Davison leapfrogs.

Centurion rebounds again—

Davison catches him with a crisp arm drag!

Centurion rolls through it immediately and pops back up.

Davison smirks.

Centurion nods once.

They circle again.

Bama: This is like watching two lions go at it! Two predators in their natural environment, each vying for the upperhand- but both respecting the skill of the other!

Todd: This is the kind of match you usually only get on pay-per-view! But Centurion loves his fan, and he’s brought a major marquee match-up to Anarchy! Centurion and Davison- one on one for the first time ever- and so far, it’s living up to the hype!

Centurion and Davison lockup!

Davison transitions into a hammerlock. Centurion counters by rolling forward and flipping through, reversing into a wristlock. Davison cartwheels out and snaps off another arm drag.

Centurion lands seated, rolls backward, and rises again.

Davison shoots low for a waistlock.

Centurion hooks Davison’s leg and drags him down into a grounded headscissors.

Davison rolls sideways and bridges up, spinning free before grabbing Centurion’s ankle.

He twists into a standing ankle lock.

Centurion hops twice before flipping forward into a roll that sends Davison tumbling across the mat.

Both men scramble up again.

Then pause.

The crowd gives a standing ovation of applause!

Todd: This is a technical wrestling showcase, and these fans are loving every minute of it!

Bama: Thank God Centurion has more than 15 minutes for tonight’s match, because I don’t think 15 minutes would be enough for either of them to win!

Another tie-up!

This time Centurion slips behind with a waistlock.

Davison counters with a standing switch.

Centurion reaches down, hooks the leg, and flips Davison over with a quick leg sweep takedown.

Davison spins onto his stomach and pushes up—

Centurion immediately snaps him backward with a tight German suplex.

Davison rolls through the impact and rises to one knee.

Centurion rushes forward—

Davison catches him with a lightning-fast snap powerslam.

Both men rise again.

Davison charges with a running forearm.

Centurion absorbs it and fires back with a knife-edge chop.

CRACK!

Another chop.

Another CRACK!

Davison answers with a European uppercut that snaps Centurion’s head back.

Centurion staggers a step before driving a knee into Davison’s stomach.

He grabs Davison’s arm and whips him into the ropes.

Davison rebounds—

Centurion catches him with a perfect tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! He hooks the leg!

1!

Davison kicks out almost immediately!

Todd: It’s going to take way more than that to keep “Godly” Ken Davison down!

Bama: No kidding! Davison isn’t going to be caught lacking this early!

Centurion pulls him up again.

Davison counters with a jawbreaker that forces Centurion backward. Davison spins and delivers a spinning back elbow that knocks Centurion to the mat.

Davison hits the ropes and launches into a rolling senton across Centurion’s chest.

He covers!

1!

Centurion kicks out!

Todd: Centurion still has plenty more left in his tank!

Bama: Centurion’s already wrestled for 25 years, but tonight- he’s looking like a man who could wrestle for 25 more!

Davison pulls him up again and lifts him into a vertical suplex.

He holds him there.

For five seconds.

The crowd gasps at the feat of “Godly” strength!

For ten seconds!

The crowd loses their mind at the suplex showcase!

Then, Davison finally drops Centurion with a delayed vertical suplex!

The entire ring shakes from the impact!

Bama: Damn, Todd! With strength like that, I’m starting to think Ken Davison might really be a God! He’s built like Zeus himself!

Todd: Ken Davison is showing everyone excellently why Centurion asked for this main event! Davison is a legend in this industry, and it’s about time he brought his greatness to XWF Anarchy!

Centurion rolls to his knees, shaking the impact away.

Davison charges—

But Centurion explodes forward with a Saito suplex that launches Davison across the ring!

Davison lands hard but immediately scrambles up.

Centurion meets him with a running knee.

Davison ducks.

Ken spins behind and lands a bridging German suplex! He keeps Centurion held down for the pin!

1!

2!!

Centurion kicks out.

Davison sits up breathing heavily.

He grabs Centurion and transitions into a grounded armbar, wrenching the joint viciously.

Centurion grits his teeth and rolls sideways.

He stacks Davison’s shoulders.

1!

But Davison releases and kicks free!

Both men scramble up again.

Davison rushes with a lariat.

Centurion ducks and grabs him around the waist.

Release German suplex.

Davison lands high on his shoulders but rolls through and pops up again.

They charge each other—

DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE.

Both men collapse to the mat!

The crowd erupts!

Todd: The God and The Legend both go down!

Bama: These men are pushing each other to the limit! They’re leaving it all in that ring, decades of experience, colliding against each other for nothing more than pride! This is what the XWF is all about!

They slowly push themselves up.

Forearm from Davison!

Forearm from Centurion!

Another forearm!

Another!

The strikes get heavier!

Centurion fires a brutal chop.

Davison answers with a kick to the ribs.

Centurion grabs him and launches him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex.

Davison crashes hard but rolls through again!

He sprints forward—

Flying forearm!

Centurion drops.

Davison climbs the ropes quickly.

Bama: The God is climbing to the skies! He’s taking his rightful position in the heavens!

Todd: Centurion needs to wake up, because this is about to get ugly!

Once Ken reaches the top ropes, he gestures out towards the crazed crowd: clearly soaking in this moment under the spotlight.

Then, Ken turns his attention back to Centurion before closing his eyes…

AND LAUNCHING INTO A LUCHA-STYLE MOONSAULT!

But Centurion rolls away!

Davison crashes chest-first onto the canvas!

Todd: Ken Davison took to the skies, but he crashed hard on that landing! He might’ve just broken his sternum!

Bama: This is Centurion’s chance, this is Centurion’s moment! This has been a back-and-forth battle, but now, Centurion can firmly take control!....god help us all.

Centurion immediately grabs Davison and delivers a bridging northern lights suplex!

1!

2!!

Davison kicks out!

Todd: Thank God! I thought that was it!

Bama: No, thank “Godly” Ken Davison for refusing to let Centurion ruin this show with some self-aggrandizing victory!

Both men rise again slowly.

Centurion grabs Davison’s arm and twists into a hammerlock.

He lifts—

Hammerlock suplex!

Davison crashes hard.

Centurion pulls him up again and attempts another German suplex.

But Davison flips backward and lands on his feet.

He shoves Centurion into the ropes—

And when Centurion comes running back, he runs right into a Tilt–a–Whirl Backbreaker from Davison!

Davison hooks both legs.

1!

2!!

Centurion kicks out!

Bama: Centurion’s still fighting, still refusing to give up! He’s damn near 50 years old, but he’d rather die in that ring than disappoint all his fans out there!

Todd: Well let’s not go that far, Bama! I want to see Centurion live a long and healthy life!

Bama: I’m going that far, Todd! If Centurion wanted to live a long and healthy life, he never would’ve gotten into that ring with “Godly” Ken Davison!

Davison breathes heavily now.

He drags Centurion up again.

They exchange more strikes in the center of the ring.

Forearm.

Uppercut.

Chop.

Kick.

Centurion ducks a strike and launches Davison with another huge Saito suplex.

Davison rolls toward the ropes.

Centurion grabs him.

He hoists Davison high.

The crowd rises.

Centurion spins—

1000 MILE SLAM!

Davison crashes into the mat with thunderous impact, rattling all four turnbuckles!

Todd: 1000 MILE SLAM! 1000 MILE SLAM! Centurion’s done it, he’s going to get the win on his Anniversary Show! This is history in the making!

Bama: HE JUST KILLED THE GODLY ONE! I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES!

Centurion hooks the leg.

1!

2!!

DAVISON KICKS OUT!!!

The entire arena erupts as Davison’s shoulder flies up!

Centurion sits up in disbelief as Ken lies on the mat, gasping for air.

Bama: “Godly” Ken Davison lives! He’s fighting on, Todd!

Todd: This has been an INCREDIBLE XWF debut from Davison! Not many wrestlers have taken the 1000 Mile Slam and lived to tell about it!

Centurion drags Davison back up, determined to finish this match once and for all.

Davison is suddenly forced upward, up into-

A One Winged Angel!

TODD: CENTURION JUST PULLED OFF A FABULA NOVA CRYSTALLIS!

BAMA: THE MOST DEVASTATING FINISHER IN ANARCHY HISTORY![/blue]

Centurion collapses to the mat, exhausted after pulling off the most storied move of the last 25 years.

But after a few seconds of catching his breath, Centurion crawls over towards the wreckage of Ken Davison’s body.

Centurion’s hand slaps across Ken’s chest!

The referee slides down to make the count!

1!

2!!

3- NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Someone’s hand grabs the referee’s foot, dragging him out of the ring!

The count stops!

As the referee is suddenly dragged out of the ring by ELON MUSK!

Todd: Elon Musk?! No, no! What is that bastard doing here?!

Bama: I didn’t want this match to end, Todd- and it seems like Elon didn’t want it to end either!

The crowd erupts in furious boos.

Elon Musk stands at ringside. He yanks the referee down to the floor and grabs him by the shirt.

Elon points inside the ring.

“You finish that count and you’re fired!”

The referee protests, trying to argue- but Elon Musk isn’t having any of it!

Inside the ring, Centurion slowly pushes himself up.

The crowd begins chanting.

Centurion looks out at Musk.

Musk smirks.

Centurion runs.

He launches himself over the top rope—

SUICIDE DIVE!!!!!!

Centurion crashes directly into Elon Musk and sends him flying into the barricade!

The crowd explodes with excitement!

Todd: Well that’s one way to deal with Elon Musk!

Bama: Did Centurion just do a suicide dive?! On his 25th Anniversary Show?! What the hell is going on!

Centurion grabs Musk by the collar and slams him against the steel steps!

He punches him.

Again!

Again!

And again, just for good measure!

The crowd roars with every blow.

Centurion grabs Musk and throws him into the ring.

Musk scrambles helplessly across the mat as Centurion enters the ring!

Todd: Centurion has finally snapped! Elon Musk has pushed him to his limit, and now…it looks like Centurion might do something he’ll regret!

Bama: Someone needs to step in, and bring Centurion to his senses! Elon may be an asshole, but he’s still Centurion’s boss!

He drags Musk to the center of the ring.

The crowd chants.

“ONE MORE TIME!”

Centurion lifts Musk into the air, amidst a standing ovation from the crowd.

1000 Mile Slam position!

But suddenly—

Ken Davison rushes forward, driving a forearm into Centurion’s back!

Centurion drops Musk.

Davison hooks both arms.

He spins Centurion around-

INTO THE ARD DRIVER!

Davison’s patented Spinning Sitdown Double Underhook Facebuster!

Centurion crashes face-first into the mat!

Davison collapses on top of him.

The referee slides back into the ring to make the count!

1!

2!!

3!!!

Winner - “Godly” Ken Davison

The bell rings!

Ken Davison rolls off the fallen Centurion, breathing heavily as the crowd inside The Showboat erupts in stunned noise amidst a smattering of boos.

TODD: "What a travesty! Elon Musk just screwed Centurion here tonight on the Centurion 25th Anniversary Special!"

BAMA T: "Twenty five YEARS, Todd! Twenty five YEARS, all for Ken Davison to take him down in one night!"

TODD: “Take him down?! Centurion had this match won, until Elon Musk stuck his nose in it!”

Centurion is breathing heavy on the mat as the ref raises Ken Davison’s arm into the air.

Elon Musk suddenly slides into the scene, trying to cozy up to his new friend- Ken Davison! But Ken looks disgusted by Elon’s presence.

Bama: Ken Davison and Elon Musk: is this the new power-couple of XWF Anarchy?! If they took down Centurion together, then, I bet they could take down this entire roster together! It’s a stroke of genius!

Todd: Pump the brakes, Bama- I’m not sure Ken Davison agreed to this!

As soon as the referee releases Ken’s arm- Elon grabs it, before raising it back into the air for the crowd to see!

But Ken Davison isn’t having any of it.

Elon looks up at Ken’s face, but he only notices Davison’s scowl once it’s too late….

Because as soon as they lock eyes, “Godly” Ken Davison grabs Elon Musk by the collar- before driving him to the mat with an ARD DRIVER!

The crowd goes crazy!

Then, Ken Davison extends a hand towards Centurion- helping the XWF legend to his feet. They share a look of mutual respect before Ken Davison exits the ring, and disappears up the ramp.

Todd: This was a hell of a night, Bama- and it’s a damn shame Elon Musk decided to rob Centurion on his own Anniversary Show! But at least Ken and Centurion seem to have buried the hatchet!

Bama: This was a match for the ages, Todd!

Todd: It sure was, Bama’! It’s a damn shame to end the show on this note, although I suppose we don’t have a choice-

But then suddenly!

TODD: "Oh come on…"

BAMA T: "Hey, you can’t close out a Celebration on Anarchy without the Anarchy Champion!"

Green lasers scatter across the stage.

Micheal Graves steps out onto the stage. A big grin under his mask, spanning ear to ear. The Anarchy Championship and Universal Championships are both around his waist.

TODD: "I doubt he's here to celebrate..."

Miss Furry walks a step behind him holding a rectangular gift box wrapped in gold paper.

BAMA T: "What are you talkin' about Todd? He comes barring gifts! Our new Universal Champion just wants to celebrate Centurion's longevity!"

Graves walks a casual stroll down the ramp.

He climbs the steps and slips through the ropes.

TODD: "Centurion and Micheal Graves, two of the most tenured men in the XWF today, now stand face to face on Anarchy!"

Centurion doesn't look thrilled to see him.

BAMA T: "All that shared time, and they've never once gotten along, baby!"

Graves looks around the arena and takes in the mixed reaction like it's a standing ovation.

Then he looks at Centurion as he brings microphone to lip.

"Twenty five years, huh?"

The crowd pops.

"That's rare."

He walks around Centurion in a slow stride.

"Most guys?"

"Five."

"Ten years if they're lucky."

He lands face to face and shrugs.

"They break."

"They quit."

"They bitch out and run off somewhere they think'll be easier on their frail, old, pain-riddled bodies."

He stabs Centurion’s chest with his finger.

"But you!?"

Anger flashes in Centurion’s eyes as he swats Graves hand away.

Graves no sells.

"You stayed."

Miss Furry steps forward and hands Graves the gift box.

Graves holds it out.

"For you."

Centurion doesn't move.

Graves tilts his head.

"C'mon..."

His smile widens.

"It's your big night..."

After a moment Centurion cautiously takes the box.

TODD: "I don't like this."

BAMA T: "I don’t think I’d trust a gift from Graves either…"

Centurion peels the wrapping and carefully opens the box.

Inside: A gold framed mirror.

At the bottom of the frame, etched into the gold:
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25 YEARS | XWF | FOUNDATION

CENTURION

Centurion looks confused.

Graves points at the mirror.

"Go ahead, hold it up."

Centurion looks into it as Graves steps beside him so they both appear in the reflection.

He taps Centurion’s reflection.

"That man right there."

"He built this place."

Graves nods slowly as the crowd cheers in support of Cent.

"Twenty five years."

"Quarter century."

"You poured the concrete."

"You laid the bricks."

"You spent decades holdin’ the walls up."

Graves points at Centurion in the reflection again.

"You know what that makes you?"

Graves pauses, allowing the question to hang.

"Foundation."

The crowd murmurs.

"Foundations are built to be tough. Built to last. Built for the long haul. But at the end of the day... Nobody remembers the foundation."

He taps the two championship belts hanging around his waist: The Anarchy and Universal Championships.

"They remember the house sittin' on it."

He gestures to himself.

"And guess who owns it?"

The crowd boos.

"Yep, twenty five years."

Graves leans in uncomfortably close.

"And the best thing you ever did…

Was build my house…"

Deafening boos.

"Go ahead, bre—

Centurion swings the mirror over Graves' head!

[b]*SHATTERING GLASS*[/b]

TODD: "OH MY GOD!"

Glass shards scatter across the ring as Graves staggers, but he doesn’t go down...

He fires back!

A right hook across the jaw!

Another!

Centurion fires back!

The crowd roars as the two continue to trade shots.

TODD: "And now it's a fight!"

BAMA T: "Graves got exactly what he wanted, baby!"

Centurion rocks Graves with a forearm. Graves rebounds off the ropes and drives his shoulder into Centurions mid-section and pushing him into the corner.

They crash into the turnbuckles, but Centurion keeps on swinging. He shoves Graves back and blasts him with Bloody Symphony!

Graves staggers, half out on his feet.

The crowd is losing its mind!

TODD: "The champ's been rocked!"

Centurion lands another forearm.

Then another.

Graves returns fire with a hook that rocks Cent for a second, but he shakes it off and grabs Graves arm—

BAMA T: "UH-OH, BABY!"

—and hoists the Anarchy Champion up across his shoulders as the crowd EXPLODES!

TODD: "He’s got him!"

BAMA T: "1000 MILE SLAM!"

Graves thrashes, throwing elbows into Centurion’s head trying to break loose, but before Centurion can plant him—

Miss Furry dives in and grabs Graves by the leg, yanking hard and pulling Graves off Centurion’s shoulders.

Centurion spins around swinging, but Furry ducks and immediately drags Graves toward the ropes.

TODD: "Miss Furry intervenes in the nick of time!"

BAMA T: "She just saved Anarchy’s new Universal champion, baby!"

Graves scrambles as Furry shoves him through the ropes.

Centurion storms toward the ropes ready to pursue, but Furry is already pulling Graves up the ramp.

Graves laughs through the shattered glass and blood stuck in the mask as he retreats up the ramp.

Centurion bends down and picks up the discarded microphone.

Centurion: 25 years, I’ve seen all kinds of changes happen in this company. Shows change, new owners, belts come and go, but there has always been one constant - Michael Graves being a complete piece of shit!

The crowd roars as Graves and Furry both point towards Centurion and yell at him.

Centurion: You yap and you yap and you yap, but the moment someone gets back in your face, you cower behind one of your lackeys. You may be the big dog now, but that’s in name ONLY, and I can prove it…by taking that Universal Title off your waist!

The crowd explodes as Centurion points to Graves. Graves grabs his Universal Title and holds it to his chest and gives Centurion the middle finger, which causes Centurion to hop out of the ring and storm towards the champ! Before they can reach again, however, security and crew run down to get between both men, holding Centurion and Graves back from one another. They look as if the situation is handled…

…but Centurion breaks through and DIVES at Graves! The crowd goes nuts as Centurion and Graves exchange punches over the heads of the various crew members, causing many of them to either fall to to the side or duck down. Out from the back walks Dick Lichter, gesturing to the backstage area, as several jobbers and local wrestlers now join the fray to try and break up these two.

BAMA T: These two are going to tear down the entire building!

The crowd starts a massive “Centurion! Centurion!” chant as the two champions are pulled even further away from each other.

[b]LICHTER: That. Is. ENOUGH! The two of you have caused enough trouble! We are only a few weeks away from March Madness, and I do NOT need my entire roster on the shelf because you two can’t control yourselves! I just got off the phone with the trillionaires, and they have given me their full support to do what is BEST for the Anarchy brand. So, let me start with you, Mister Graves. Congratulations on becoming the new Universal Champion. Enjoy, because as of right now, you are being STRIPPED of the Anarchy Title!

A furious Graves now turns his attention towards Lichter, but is unable to charge at him through this sea of humanity.

LICHTER: As for you, Cent, your request for a Universal Title shot? That has been denied.

The crowd boos as Centurion just glares at Lichter.

LICHTER: HOWEVER, after speaking with the trillionaires, we have decided to work out a deal- because frankly, your NFTs sold like hot cakes.

And we think we can milk your fans, just a little bit more, until your well finally runs dry!

So Centurion, you can have another shot at the Universal Title, BUT, Two things have to happen first. Michael Graves has to retain the title at March Madness…and YOU have to win the vacated Anarchy Championship…against his protege, Miss Furry!

And if you're a good boy until then, Centurion...then maybe The Trillionaires won't fuck you out of another marquee victory!

Lichter breaks into a fit of villainous laughter as the crowd is stunned to silence.

Todd: Wait a second, wait a second! Did Lichter just STRIP Graves of the Anarchy Championship!

Bama: We don’t have any seconds to wait, Todd! We’re already way over our runtime, and the network is going to cut us off any second now!

Todd: But there’s so much left to say! Miss Furry is taking on Centurion for the biggest prize on Anarchy, Centurion could earn himself another shot at the Universal Champion, and oh yeah- what the hell happened to Jennie Nickles earlier tonight?!!

Bama: If the audience cares about the answers to those questions, they’re going to have to tune into MARCH MADNESS!

THANKS TO ALL OF OUR HANDSOME AND SEXY MATCHWRITERS

“BIG” DICK LICHTER
“LIL” PETER PRINCIPALE’

AND TO EVERYONE WHO SUBMITTED WONDERFUL SEGMENTS

Centurion
Kieran “Was” King
The (snuff film) Director
“Possibly” Micheal Graves
Miss Fur®y
“Huge” Dick Lichter

AND TO EVERYONE WHO RPED FOR CENTURION’S ANNIVERSARY SHOW <3

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RE: ANARCHY: CENTURION'S 25TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL - Samael Dyson - 03-13-2026

OOC: Jesus Christ might want to put a seizure warning in the title for that light gif lol

RE: ANARCHY: CENTURION'S 25TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL - Charlie Nickles - 03-13-2026

Charlie Nickles stands in front of a camera in the back of The Showboat, aka a conference room that's been turned into a locker room for Anarchy. He's pacing back and forth frantically, the tape on his knuckles still coated with his sister's blood. Standing off to the side and just behind Charlie, we see The Director. His masked face doesn't betray his emotions, but his neck turns ever so slightly as he carefully watches The Nickleman break down.

Like a mad scientist watching the results of his latest experiment.

"Whoever did this, is going to fucking pay!

My sweet little baby sister...

I WON'T LET THIS GO UNANSWERED!"

The Nickleman slows his pacing before suddenly coming to a halt just in front of the camera. He cocks his head to the side with a snarl. Then, he pushes a bloody finger against the camera lens, smearing his sister's blood across the screen.

"Sebastian, Isaiah!

If I find out either of you had something do with this..."

Charlie pulls his finger back from the camera as he pauses. Then, spittle flies across the screen as his mouth cashes another check he definitely plans on cashing!

"Then I'll decapitate your entire fucking bloodlines!

Whoever did this....

IS DEAD!"

The Nickleman pushes the camera away before walking briskly out of the locker room, presumably towards the hospital his sister was brought to. In the back and off to the side, we see The Director watching closely.

Nodding softly as Charlie nears the breaking point.

RE: ANARCHY: CENTURION'S 25TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL - (Gravy_Xtreme_5000) - 03-13-2026

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