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ANARCHY - 08/20/2026 - 'Big' Dick Lichter - 08-20-2026
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![[Image: vuE1ZV0.png]](https://i.imgur.com/vuE1ZV0.png) 08 - 20 - 2026
LIVE FROM MATTHEW KNIGHT ARENA!
 EUGENE, OREGON ![[Image: wireline.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/xCmXvVpR/wireline.png)
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TODD: Folks, welcome to Anarchy and, yes, I said welcome! You didn’t come in late, we just already have all the competitors for our opening match already in the ring!
BAMA: These maniacs couldn’t wait to tear each other a new one!
Landerson is hopping from one foot to the other, warming up, eyes darting to each opponent like he’s trying to figure out who he’s gotta outpace…
Tuck flexes menacingly, looking like he’s in a bad mood and he’s ready to take it out on whoever gets in his way.
But Jay Fetu and Deena Hixx are locked on each other, refusing to look away!
TODD: Lot of apparent animosity between Deena Hixx and Jay Fetu!
BAMA: No doubt! Peter Principle, the GM of Warfare, got impatient with all Jay’s title match demands and decided HE has to defend his #1 contender status to the Blade Championship Blade versus Deena Hixx!
TODD: Deena came just inches from pulling the upset on John Blade at Bad Medicine! Deena was almost the first ever Blade Champion!
BAMA: She wants it badder than bad! But does she want it more than Mister Main Event hisself?
Deena giggles to herself, pulling against the turnbuckle ropes like a car revving its engine before the starting gun.
Fetu looks calm… he points above! The Relentless banner looms overhead!
The bell rings.
**DING! DING! DING!**
EL LANDERSON - vs - JAY FETU - vs - DEENA HIXX - vs - KENTUCKY TAGGART FATAL FOURWAY! |
Deena Hixx explodes forward before the sound has even finished echoing through the arena.
TODD: “AND WE’RE UNDERWAY! DEENA HIXX—”
Deena ducks under a wild swing from Kentucky “Tuck” Taggart, springs off the ropes and—
**LOW DROPKICK!**
—catches Tuck square in the knee.
Tuck staggers.
Deena is already gone.
She darts across the ring, rebounds off the opposite ropes, and comes flying back at him—
**SPINNING HEEL KICK!**
Tuck catches her.
Not cleanly.
But he catches enough of her to stop her momentum.
Deena’s eyes go wide.
Tuck grins.
BAMA: “HA! Look at that! Little race car just ran into a brick wall!”
Tuck lifts Deena off the canvas.
**FALLAWAY SLAM!**
Deena crashes across the mat.
Tuck immediately drops for the cover.
**ONE!**
El Landerson dives across Tuck’s back.
**TWO—NO!**
Landerson yanks Tuck off Deena and immediately begins raining forearms onto the veteran.
Tuck shoves him away.
Landerson charges.
**FLYING LARIAT!**
Tuck ducks.
Landerson flies past him.
Tuck grabs him from behind.
**SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!**
Landerson slams down.
Tuck starts to cover—
**SUPERKICK!**
Tuck's head snaps backward.
Jay Fetu stands over him.
TODD: “FETU JUST BLASTED TAGGART!”
Jay looks down at Tuck.
Then he looks around the arena.
Then he points at himself.
Jay: “ONE YEET!”
BAMA: “He’s got a vocabulary of one word and somehow it’s still too many.”
But the crowd is here screaming for Jay Fetu!
YEET! YEET! YEET! YEET!
Jay grabs Landerson as the masked luchador scrambles up.
**NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!**
Landerson folds over Jay’s hips and gets dumped onto his back.
Jay immediately covers.
**ONE!**
Deena dives in.
**TWO!**
Deena pulls Jay's leg.
**THREE—NO!**
Jay kicks out violently.
Deena rolls away, grinning.
Jay sits up.
They stare at each other.
For just a second, the rest of the match disappears.
Jay points at Deena, fury in his eyes.
Deena points back with a venomous mocking giggle…
TODD: Here we go! Business is picking up!
Jay charges.
Deena disappears to the mat!
Jay crashes into the corner.
Deena rebounds off the ropes—
**HURRICANRANA!**
Jay tumbles across the ring.
Deena scrambles onto him.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay powers out.
Deena's eyes widen.
She immediately tries again.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay kicks out again.
Deena nods as though this confirms something.
TODD: “She’s going right back to the same pin!”
BAMA: “She found something that almost worked, Todd. That’s dangerous knowledge for Deena Hixx.”
Jay rolls away.
Deena pursues.
Jay turns—
**RUNNING CORKSCREW FOREARM!**
Deena gets rocked.
Jay catches her on the way down.
**SAMOAN DROP!**
Deena bounces off the canvas.
Jay covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Landerson breaks it up with a **DIVING CROSSBODY!**
All three competitors go down.
Landerson gets up first.
He looks at Deena.
Then Jay.
Then Tuck, pulling himself up by the turnbuckle…
The little luchador spreads his arms.
BAMA: Landerson’s clear for take-off!
Landerson charges Tuck.
**STINGER SPLASH!**
Tuck gets crushed against the turnbuckles.
Landerson grabs his arm.
**ARM WRENCH!**
Tuck twists free.
Landerson tries another arm drag.
Tuck doesn't move.
Landerson tries again.
Nothing.
He looks confused.
TODD: “Uh-oh. I think Landerson underestimated the strength of Tuck Taggart!”
BAMA: “Boy’s thicker than Colonel Sander’s first biscuit!”
Landerson tries a third time.
Tuck grabs him by the throat.
Todd: “THAT’S NOT HOW AN ARM DRAG WORKS!”
Tuck lifts.
**ATOMIC DROP!**
Landerson lands hard.
Tuck grabs him.
**SWINGING NECKBREAKER!**
Landerson hits.
Tuck hooks the leg.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Deena dropkicks Tuck in the back of the head.
Tuck rolls away.
Deena dives onto Landerson.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Landerson kicks out!
TODD: Deena tried to pin Landerson after he got hit by Taggart!
BAMA: She’s craftier than a Hobby Lobby, Toddrick! Ain’t no rule that you gotta hit someone before pinnin’ ‘em! Just one fall to a finish!
Deen starts to peel Landerson off the mat by the back his mask…
Jay breaks it up with a double superkick attempt.
Deena ducks.
Landerson doesn't.
**SUPERKICK!**
Landerson falls backward.
Deena stares at Jay.
Jay stares at Deena.
Suddenly Tuck shoves off the ropes, beckoning both Deena and Jay to come at him!
…
Deena suddenly smiles.
She points toward Landerson.
Jay side-eyes Taggart, then nods.
TODD: what’s this?!? It looks like Jay and Deena are forming a temporary alliance!
They both charge.
Deena hits a **LOW DROPKICK** to Tuck’s knee.
Jay follows with a **RUNNING HIP ATTACK!**
Tuck folds.
Deena grabs him.
**WHEELBARROW BULLDOG!**
Jay catches Tuck as he falls.
**SAMOAN WRECKING BALL DOUBLE SUPERKICK!**
Tuck gets blasted from both directions.
He crumples.
Jay covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Landerson grabs Jay by the ankle.
Jay is dragged backward.
Landerson yanks him off the cover.
Deena immediately covers Tuck.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Landerson grabs Deena by the waist and throws her aside.
Deena tumbles across the mat.
Landerson turns around.
Jay is waiting.
**FETU SPEAR!**
**BOOM!**
Landerson gets driven backward.
Jay pounds his chest.
Jay: “YEET!”
Tuck slowly rises, beaten down but not defeated by Jay and Deena’s barrage…
Jay charges again.
Tuck catches him.
**AIRPLANE SPIN!**
Jay is spun around and around.
TODD: “TAGGART HAS FETU SPINNING LIKE A WEATHER VANE!”
Tuck finally lets go.
Jay collapses.
Tuck staggers himself.
Deena comes flying.
**MONKEY FLIP!**
Tuck goes sailing backward.
Deena pops up.
She runs toward him.
**DIVING CROSSBODY!**
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay grabs Deena and pulls her off.
Deena screams.
Deena: “HEY!”
Jay: “MY PIN!”
Deena: “I HAD HIM!”
Jay: “I HAD HIM FIRST!”
TODD: “They’re fighting over who gets to pin the same unconscious man!”
BAMA: “That alliance was fun while it lasted!
Tuck suddenly rises behind them.
He grabs both.
**DOUBLE ATOMIC DROP!**
Jay and Deena both yelp.
Tuck grabs Deena.
**STUMP PULLER!**
Deena screams.
Jay charges.
**CORNER ENZUIGIRI!**
Tuck ducks.
Jay's foot catches Deena.
Deena gets knocked off the apron.
Jay turns around.
Tuck nails him with a **DISCUS PUNCH!**
Jay spins.
Tuck follows with—
**POLISH HAMMER!**
Jay drops.
Tuck covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Landerson launches himself from the top rope.
**MOONSAULT!**
Tuck rolls away.
Landerson crashes onto Jay.
Landerson bounces up.
Tuck charges him.
Landerson ducks.
**HURRICANRANA!**
Tuck tumbles toward the ropes.
Landerson sees the opening.
He charges.
**LANDERSON SIX ONE-NINE!**
Tuck gets spun around by the ropes.
Landerson climbs onto the apron.
He points at Tuck.
TODD: “LANDERSON IS LOOKING FOR THE FROG SPLASH!”
Landerson climbs.
He reaches the top.
**LANDERSON SPLASH!**
…
NO! Tuck gets his knees up!
Landerson folds around them.
BAMA: I’d give Landerson a 10 on the ‘erson’, but a 2 on the ‘land’ing!
TODD: That was complete gibberish but I somehow know exactly what you mean…
Landerson kicks the mat, cradling his aching gut…
Tuck grabs him.
**KENTUCKYPLEX!**
The running delayed vertical suplex!
Tuck holds him there.
And holds him.
And holds him.
BAMA: “He’s showing him all the scenery!”
Tuck finally drops Landerson.
**BOOM!**
Tuck covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Deena dives onto Tuck.
**THREE—NO!**
Tuck kicks out.
Deena scrambles up.
Tuck grabs her.
**ABDOMINAL STRETCH!**
And then—
**ELBOW!**
Deena screams.
**ELBOW!**
**ELBOW!**
BAMA: “That’s the Bluegrass Xylophone!”
TODD: “He is literally playing her ribs!”
Deena claws at Tuck's face.
Tuck adjusts his grip.
Deena suddenly twists.
She slips free.
Tuck turns.
Deena charges.
**HURRICANRANA!**
Tuck falls.
Deena hooks both legs.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Tuck kicks out.
Deena sits up, stunned.
BAMA: “She really thought that was gonna do it.”
Deena's frustration boils.
She gets up.
Tuck gets up.
Deena hits the ropes.
**LOW DROPKICK!**
Tuck stumbles.
Deena hits the ropes again.
**LOW DROPKICK!**
Tuck stumbles again.
Deena grins.
She hits the ropes a third time.
**LOW DROPKICK!**
Tuck catches her.
Tuck smiles.
TODD: “He got her!”
**INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!**
Deena screams and bounces forward.
Tuck grabs her.
**SNAP DDT!**
Deena plants face-first.
Tuck covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay breaks it up.
He grabs Tuck.
**SUPERKICK!**
Tuck falls.
Jay turns toward Deena.
Deena is already standing.
She runs.
**SPINNING HEEL KICK!**
Jay ducks.
Deena spins directly into Landerson.
**FLYING LARIAT!**
Landerson drops her.
Jay grabs Landerson.
**SAMOAN DROP**
Landerson hits the mat HARD, he rolls outside to catch his breath!
But Jay breaks into a sprint!
**FETU DIVE!**
Jay launches himself through the ropes and wipes Landerson out on the floor.
Tuck climbs to his feet inside.
Deena is getting up.
Tuck grabs her.
**FALLAWAY SLAM!**
Deena hits the mat!
Tuck covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay slides back into the ring.
He grabs Tuck off Deena and knees him in the ribs… He hoists him up….
**NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!**
Tuck lands.
Jay bridges into a cover...
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Landerson grabs Jay's ankle and pulls him off.
Jay kicks his foot free from Landerson’s grip!
Landerson climbs onto the apron.
**SPRINGBOARD SOMERSAULT!**
Jay goes to catch him!
…But Landerson connects!
**REVERSE CROSSBODY!**
Jay hits the mat.
Landerson covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Deena grabs Landerson by the ankle.
Landerson kicks.
Deena ducks.
Landerson kicks again.
Deena catches the leg.
**ARM DRAG!**
Landerson flies.
Deena runs after him.
**DIVING BULLDOG!**
Landerson crashes.
Deena covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay breaks it up.
Deena looks furious.
Jay grins.
Deena: “I HATE YOU!”
Jay: “YEET.”
BAMA: Shakespeare couldn’t write a better rivalry.
They start throwing hands.
Deena's punches aren't doing much, peppering Fetu’s jaw...
Jay’s haymakers are heavier, but Deena dips, ducks, and dives around the strikes!
She ducks.
He swings.
She ducks.
He swings again.
She ducks again.
TODD: “Fetu cannot catch her!”
BAMA: “And Deena appears to have no intention of doing anything except making him angry!”
Jay gets frustrated, swinging for the fences with an overhand right…
Deena ducks, Jay slips by! Deena goes to dive on his back…
But Jay baited her!
**SUPERKICK!**
…NO!
Deena ducks.
The kick catches Tuck.
Tuck reels, but remains standing!
TODD: Holy shit, that kick is a shotgun blast! How is Tuck tanking through that!
BAMA: A lifetime of slap fighting, Tuck’s jaw is sturdy like goddamn stone pillar.
Jay's eyes widen in surprise.
Tuck turns.
Jay charges.
**FETU SPEAR!**
Tuck leapfrogs him!
Jay goes underneath.
Deena runs up behind Tuck.
**HURRICANRANA!**
…No! Tuck catches her.
Deena kicks wildly.
Tuck lifts her.
Jay charges.
Deena twists.
Tuck accidentally throws Deena directly into Jay!
**CRASH!**
All three fall.
Landerson watches.
His eyes widen.
He points at himself, then to the crowd!
BAMA: “Landersonjust realized he might be the only conscious man left! His time is now!”
Landerson climbs the ropes.
He leaps.
**MOONSAULT!**
Everyone moves.
Landerson crashes into nothing.
TODD: Landerson’s time came and went…
Tuck grabs Landerson.
**CORN CRACKER!**
The Polish Hammer sends Landerson stumbling.
Tuck grabs his wrist.
**BLUEGRASS XYLOPHONE!**
The abdominal stretch!
But before Tuck can begin his rib-pounding symphony, Jay blasts him with a **SUPERKICK!**
Tuck falls backward.
Jay covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Deena dives.
**THREE—NO!**
She yanks Jay off.
Jay rolls onto his back.
Deena climbs over him.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay throws her off.
He gets up.
Deena gets up.
They stare at each other.
Then both look at Tuck.
Then both look at Landerson.
A mutual understanding.
Jay points at Landerson.
Deena nods.
They charge together.
Jay catches Landerson.
**SAMOAN DROP!**
Deena comes off the ropes.
**DEENA WIZARD!**
No!
Landerson ducks.
Deena's knee catches Jay!
Jay collapses.
Deena freezes.
Landerson rolls behind her.
**HURRICANRANA PIN!**
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Deena kicks out.
Landerson springs up.
Deena springs up.
Tuck springs up.
Jay springs up.
For one glorious moment, all four are standing.
The crowd rises to their feet!
TODD: Holy cow! What an opener!
Then everyone attacks everyone.
Landerson nails Tuck.
Tuck punches Jay.
Jay kicks Landerson.
Deena kicks Jay.
Tuck clotheslines Deena.
Landerson hits Tuck with a flying lariat.
Jay hits Landerson with a superkick.
Deena hits Jay with a spinning heel kick.
Tuck hits Deena with a discus punch.
The four competitors collapse in a heap.
The crowd erupts.
Todd: “THIS IS ABSOLUTELY CHAOTIC!”
Bama: “It’s beautiful! Like a dang ol’ monster truck ballet! They should have sent a very drunk poet with a jug of moonshine to call this!”
Slowly, everyone begins moving.
Jay crawls toward the ropes.
Deena grabs the middle rope.
Landerson pulls himself upright.
Tuck gets to his feet first.
He sees Landerson.
The masked luchador turns.
Too late.
Tuck charges.
**CORNER STINGER SPLASH!**
Landerson gets crushed.
Tuck grabs him.
**KENTUCKYPLEX!**
Landerson gets lifted.
Jay sees it.
He charges.
Tuck releases Landerson.
Jay nails Tuck with—
**SUPERKICK!**
Tuck's head snaps back.
Landerson is falling.
Jay catches him.
He looks toward the ropes.
Then back at Tuck.
Then at Landerson.
Jay's eyes light up.
[purple]Jay: “YEET.”
Jay throws Landerson toward the ropes.
Landerson rebounds.
Jay goes for another superkick.
Landerson ducks.
Jay spins.
Tuck catches him.
**SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!**
Jay hits.
Tuck covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Deena breaks it up.
She immediately climbs onto Tuck.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Tuck kicks out.
Deena rolls away.
Tuck rises.
Deena hits the ropes.
Tuck catches her.
**STUMP PULLER!**
Deena screams.
Jay grabs Tuck from behind.
**SUPERKICK!**
Tuck drops.
Jay covers.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Landerson breaks it up.
Jay shoves Landerson away.
Landerson rebounds.
**LOU THESZ PRESS!**
Jay hits the mat.
Landerson starts hammering him.
Deena jumps onto Landerson's back.
Landerson falls.
Tuck grabs Deena.
Deena kicks.
Tuck holds on.
Jay rises.
Jay charges.
Tuck moves.
Jay accidentally hits Landerson!
Landerson goes sprawling.
Tuck laughs.
Jay turns.
Tuck charges.
Jay ducks.
Tuck goes through the ropes.
Jay looks at Deena.
Deena looks at Jay.
Neither trusts the other.
Then Tuck climbs back in.
He points at both of them.
Jay smiles.
Deena smiles.
They charge Tuck.
Tuck ducks.
Jay and Deena collide.
Tuck grabs both in a grapple…
Grits his teeth…
And HOISTS them both off their feet in powerslam position!
TODD: Oh my GOD! The strength of Kentucky Taggart!
**DOUBLE FALLAWAY SLAM!**
Jay and Deena crash.
Tuck turns toward Landerson.
Landerson is crawling toward the ropes.
Tuck grabs him.
Landerson tries to fight free.
Tuck plants his feet.
He grabs Landerson around the waist.
Landerson struggles.
Tuck roars.
**KENTUCKYPLEX!**
He lifts Landerson high into the air.
But instead of dropping him backward—
Tuck pivots.
He marches toward the ropes.
Landerson's eyes widen.
Todd: “WAIT! WHAT IS TAGGART DOING?!”
Tuck gives one final heave.
**SUH-MACK!**
Landerson is launched over the top rope!
The little luchador sails through the air and crashes to the floor!
BAMA: “HE JUST SUH-MACKED HIM INTO NEXT WEEK!”
Tuck turns around.
Jay Fetu is standing.
Tuck barely has time to see him.
**SUPERKICK!**
**CRACK!**
Tuck's head snaps backward.
His body goes limp.
Jay falls onto his knees.
Then onto his stomach.
He crawls.
One hand.
Then the other.
Toward Tuck.
TODD: “FETU! FETU HAS THE OPENING!”
Jay reaches Tuck.
He rolls him over.
Hooks the leg.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
Jay's eyes are half closed.
He's exhausted.
He's got it—
**DEENA WIZARD!**
**WHAM!**
Deena's knee catches Jay square in the head!
Jay is knocked completely off the cover.
His body slides across the canvas and through the ropes, tumbling out onto the floor!
TODD: “DEENA WIZARD!”
Bama: “SHE JUST DEENA-WIZARDED FETU RIGHT OUTTA THE RING!”
She looks at Jay.
Then looks at Tuck.
A stunned grin spreads across her face.
She dives onto Tuck.
Hooks both legs.
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
**THREE!**
**DING! DING! DING!**
| Winner: Deena Hixx |
The bell rings.
Deena immediately sits upright.
She stares at the referee.
The referee points toward her.
TODD: “DEENA HIXX HAS DONE IT! DEENA HIXX HAS WON THE FATAL FOUR-WAY!”
BAMA: “SHE STOLE IT!”
TODD: “SHE ABSOLUTELY STOLE IT!”
BAMA: “TAGGART SUH-MACKED LANDERSON OVER THE ROPES! FETU CAUGHT TAGGART WITH THE SUPERKICK! FETU WAS CRAWLING TO THE COVER! AND DEENA HIXX CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!”
Deena rolls off Tuck and gets to her feet.
The crowd is roaring.
She looks toward the outside.
Jay Fetu is pulling himself up by the apron.
He sees Deena.
She points at herself.
Then points at Jay.
Then makes a little blade gesture over her head.
Jay's expression says everything.
He is furious.
Deena beams.
Bama: “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
Todd: “LESS THAN TWO WEEKS FROM NOW, DEENA HIXX WILL FACE JAY FETU WITH HIS BLADE CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER-ONE-CONTENDER STATUS ON THE LINE!”
Todd: “AND TONIGHT, SHE JUST BEAT HIM!”
Bama: “Technically, she beat Taggart.”
Todd: “AFTER KNOCKING FETU OUT OF THE MATCH!”
Bama: “That part counts.”
Charlie Nickles walked through the arena’s parking garage slowly, his gear already on, his jaw set tight. He came through the arena access door and just stopped, right there in the middle of all that concrete, and let the weight of the place settle on him.
When he finally spoke, his voice carried the roughness of a man who'd been screaming into a pillow for months on-end.
"Fuck," he said, just to hear a word break the silence. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
He reached up and ran both hands through his hair, gripping at the roots like he could tear the thoughts right out of his head. But they wouldn't come loose. They never did.
"It’s been months," he continued, his eyes tracking across the parking garage like he was seeing it through different light—like he was seeing the night it happened layered underneath the present. "For months I've been carrying this. Months since my sister walked into a garage just like this one. Just. Like. This. One."
He started walking again, deeper into the concrete belly of the arena, his footsteps echoing in a way that made the space feel even more hollow.
"And you want to know the worst part? The thing that actually guts me?" His voice cracked on the edge of a laugh that wasn't quite sane. [nick]"It's not even that Jordan Penn did it. Yeah, he put his hands on her. Yeah, he ended her career in this fucking concrete dungeon because that's the kind of coward he is—operates best when there's no crowd, no camera, just a woman who trusted him. Who trusted both of us."
He stopped under one of the flickering lights, let it cast shadows across his face.
"The worst part is that I should've seen it coming. I should've known what he was. We were brothers in this business, and I was too fucking blind, too caught up in our own success to see the treacherous leech standing next to me. Every night I carry that. Every. Single. Night."
He looked directly at the camera, and there was something raw there—something that had been bleeding beneath the surface all this time.
"So here I am. Back in a parking garage. Back where the worst night of my sister's life happened. Back where mine did too. And you know what I realized? Jennie's never getting her life back. Never. But I can make sure Jordan Penn understands what it costs. What it actually fucking costs."
His voice dropped lower, becoming something more dangerous in its quietness.
"At Relentless, we tie that rope around our wrists and you don't leave that ring until I'm done with you. Not before. Not ever before. You're going to feel what she felt. You're going to understand that when you stepped into that garage, you didn't just end a career: you made a promise. You promised that someday, somewhere, it would come back to haunt you."
He turned his back to the camera for a moment, shoulders heaving with breath.
[nick]"I should've stopped him then. That's the part that eats me alive. I should've known. I should’ve fucking known!
....
But I know now.
And at Relentless, parking garages aren't going to save you. Your old mask won't even save you. I'm coming for you with everything I have…everything Jennie never got to finish.
At Relentless I will deliver your Scarlet Verdict, Penn- signed, sealed, and delivered."
He didn't turn back around. Just walked deeper into the garage, his silhouette disappearing into the fluorescent haze, leaving only the echo of his footsteps behind.
As “Bigger Than Everything” hits, Kenny walks onto the stage wearing his signature shades with a confident grin. He takes a moment to soak in the crowd before making his way to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the barricade. At ringside, he jumps onto the apron and springboards over the top rope before climbing the second turnbuckle and throwing his arms out with a smile.
Todd: It’s TOO FLY Kenny Styles making his XWF debut tonight! This kid’s got his eyes on the prize, but he’s in for a serious test tonight against the one and only Bam Miller.
Bama: I’ll give him this much: the rookie wasn’t lying about rizz! He really is a fly guy, look at how he’s whipped this crowd into a frenzy with nothing more than his aura!
Todd: Kenny’s definitely got the charisma and he’s got the looks to cut it in the business: but we’re about to find out if he has the in-ring chops!
As “Cut the Cord” by Shinedown blasts through the arena, Bam Miller storms through the curtain wearing a sleeveless black hoodie over his black trunks, black knee pads, and black boots. His hood stays up as he keeps his eyes locked on the ring, muttering to himself while ignoring the crowd.
Bam marches straight to ringside, slaps the apron with both hands, and steps over the top rope. Inside the ring, he climbs onto the second turnbuckle and throws both middle fingers into the air before dropping back to the mat. He pulls his hood down, paces the ring like a caged animal, rolls his neck, and shadowboxes while staring a hole through his opponent.
Todd: Tonight we finally get the long-awaited return of Bam Miller to the XWF!
Bama: And it’s against a green-as-grass rookie! You’ve gotta wonder if Bam pulled some strings back stage to get this matchup! You know he’s owed more than a few favors from more than a few people in this company!
Todd: Bam Miller isn’t that kind of guy, Bama! He’s no corporate stooge, and he don’t give a damn about manipulating management! All he wants to do is KICK SOME ASS, which is why he’s such a fan-favorite across the entire industry!
As the referee finishes the final checks, Bam smirks and mouths, “Come on…” The moment the bell rings, he charges forward looking to turn the match into a fight.
KENNY STYLES - vs - BAM MILLER SINGLES MATCH! |
The bell sounds and Bam explodes forward, immediately trying to turn this into his kind of fight. He swings a heavy European uppercut right for Kenny's jaw, but Kenny slips it, backpedaling hard. Bam doesn't respect the distance. He follows up with a knife-edge chop aimed at Kenny's chest, and this one connects with a sickening CRACK that echoes through the arena.
Todd: Bam rushes out of the gate with violence! He’s trying to turn this into a knock-em down, drag-em-out brawl early!
Bama: IIIITTTT’SSSS MILLER TIME BABBBBYYY!
Kenny gasps but pivots off the impact, using the momentum to slide around Bam's body. He plants himself and fires back with a sharp dropkick that catches Bam in the lower back. Bam stumbles forward into the ropes but doesn't go down. He turns back around, jaw clenched, and charges again.
This time Kenny's ready. He unleashes a superkick aimed at Bam's skull, but Bam ducks under it and grabs Kenny around the waist. Full nelson slam attempt. Kenny wrenches his hips and throws his body weight forward, landing on his feet behind Bam. Kenny follows up immediately with a tornado DDT, spinning around him and taking him down hard!
Bam's head snaps against the mat. He rolls through it, pushing himself up faster than you'd expect for someone his size. Kenny doesn't wait. He bounces off the ropes and comes back with a springboard crossbody, but Bam catches him mid-air. Catches him clean. He adjusts his grip and drives Kenny backward with a belly-to-belly suplex that nearly folds him in half!
Bama: That’s a veteran suplex from Bam! He knew exactly what he needed to do to slow down Kenny’s momentum, and he did it!
Todd: Miller seems to have an answer for everything Kenny tries to do!
Bama: That’s what years in this business will give ya, Todd! Really bad CTE, and really good fight IQ!
Kenny crashes down and his back flares up. But he's been trained to fight through the pain. As Bam stalks over, Kenny springs up and throws an enzuigiri. Bam blocks it with his forearm but the impact still drives him sideways. Kenny uses that opening to grab Bam's arm and yank him into a snapmare, then immediately throws a knee strike at his spine.
Bam grunts. He rolls with it and comes up on one knee, shaking his head. Blood's starting to show at the corner of his mouth. He wipes it away with the back of his hand and actually smiles.
Todd: Bam Miller might be more experienced, but Kenny Styles isn’t backing down at all!
Bama: Well, why would he? He’s TOO FLY for that!
Bam gets up and circles Kenny now, more measured. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Collar and elbow. Bam uses his size and strength to drive Kenny backward. They hit the corner hard. The ref calls for the break. Bam releases and immediately throws a forearm at Kenny's temple. Kenny slides out of the way and counters with a chop of his own, then another. He's trying to keep Bam at range now, understanding that straight power plays favor the veteran.
But Bam won't stay at range. He closes the distance with a headbutt that Kenny barely evades. Uses the momentum to duck past and get behind Bam. He grabs his arm, thinking about a submission, but Bam throws an elbow backward that catches the side of Kenny's head. Kenny lets go and backs off, seeing stars for a moment.
Todd: Kenny hesitated, and it cost him! That’s a rookie mistake that I’m sure he will learn from!
Bama: Unless Bam Miller keeps throwing elbows like that…then Kenny might not remember anything from this match!
Bam turns and comes forward with a step-up knee strike. Kenny steps back and then forward, countering with a Pele kick that's absolutely picture-perfect. It catches Bam flush on the jaw. His head whips around. He goes down on one knee, but one knee only. His hand's braced on the mat and he's still breathing hard through his nose.
Kenny doesn't give him time to recover. He runs the ropes and comes back with a suicide dive. Bam sees it coming and rolls out of the way. Kenny crashes into the apron and crumples on the outside. Bam drags himself up using the ropes and looks down at Kenny with something close to respect in his eyes. He steps out to the floor and picks Kenny up by the hair, then whips him hard into the steel post.
Todd: That’s gotta hurt!
Bama: Kenny’s going to be feeling that in the morning- every morning, for the next five years!
Todd: They don’t practice that in wrestling school!
Kenny's shoulder takes the brunt of it. Pain shoots through his whole arm. Bam follows up with a European uppercut on the outside that rings Kenny's bell. He picks Kenny up and throws him back in the ring, then follows him inside.
Kenny's getting up slowly. Bam grabs him and hits a stalling German suplex. Holds it. Holds it. Then bridges hard into a pin!
Todd: This could be it right here! The rookie’s run may have already come to it’s end!
1!
2!!
Kenny gets a shoulder up!
Bama: Or not! This Kenny kid’s got some spunk!
Bam doesn't complain. He just keeps working. He goes for a crossface, trying to lock it in tight. Kenny's fighting, pushing his hips backward to create space. He manages to get his hands underneath Bam's and break the grip. Rolls over and creates separation.
They're both breathing heavy now. Both covered in sweat. Kenny's shoulder is throbbing. Bam's been hit with everything the kid's got and he's still standing tall..
Kenny gets to his feet first. Bam follows a half-second later. They stare at each other across the ring. This time Bam doesn't charge. This time it's Kenny who makes the first move. He throws a hurricanrana attempt, but Bam counters it into a lawn dart, throwing Kenny toward the turnbuckle.
Kenny plants his feet and doesn't hit it. He stops himself on the middle rope and springs backward with a double stomp aimed at Bam's chest. The impact sends Bam stumbling. Kenny lands and immediately throws a sling blade. Bam goes down. Kenny's feeling it now. He hits the ropes and comes back with a springboard forearm. The Gate Closed. Bam's arms are up but the impact is massive!
Kenny hooks the leg!
1!
2!!
Bam kicks out with authority!
Bama: It’s gonna take the kid more than that to put an end to Miller Time!
Todd: But he’s getting close! Too Fly Kenny Styles is taking Bam to his limit, in his debut no less!
Bam rolls out of the ring to get some distance. Kenny considers going after him. Then something changes in Kenny's expression. He runs the ropes and launches himself over the top with a suicide dive! Bam tries to sidestep but Kenny's got too much height. They both go down on the concrete!
Bama: THEY KILLED KENNY!
Todd: Kenny may have just killed himself, and his opponent with that suicide dive!
Bama: We might be looking at a draw here, folks, if neither competitor can compete any further!
The two lay in the wreckage of their bodies for an uncomfortable amount of time as the referee comes out to check on them. The fans in the front row seem genuinely concerned…
Until Bam gets up!
He's limping slightly but moving. He picks Kenny up and leans him against the barricade, then winds up for a big forearm shot. Kenny ducks it and the sound of Bam's forearm hitting steel is like a gunshot. He pulls his arm back, clearly in pain. Kenny capitalizes. He grabs Bam and whips him back into the ring, follows him in and keeps the pressure.
Todd: A misfire from Bam Miller! This could be the opening Kenny needed!
Bama: The rookie had better not blow it! Bam Miller doesn’t make the same mistake twice!
Bam's down on a knee. Kenny hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick that sends Bam into the corner. Kenny follows up and presses Bam against the turnbuckles, driving shoulder strikes into his ribs. Five of them. Six. Seven. The ref steps in and gives Kenny a warning.
Kenny backs off, hands up. Bam lumbers out of the corner. They lock up again. Bam tries a tie-up into a suplex, but Kenny wrenches it and turns it into a brainbuster. Bam lands hard on his head and shoulders. The back of his skull bounces off the mat.
It looks like he's not getting up. His eyes are glassy.
Bama: What the hell is this Kenny kid doing?! He has Bam where he wants him! He should be going for the pin!
Todd: He’s not going for the pin, Bama….I think he’s going for the finish!
Kenny climbs the turnbuckles. He's got the crowd now. They're on their feet. Bam's still on his back, still stunned. Kenny leaps. He's got all the height in the world.
The Too Fly UFO Splash comes down like a meteor! Bam's chest absorbs the full impact.
Kenny stays down and hooks the leg. The ref's counting!
1!
2!!
Bam's arm shoots up! Just barely! Just in time!
Todd: Bam Miller kicks out! Miller Time isn’t over it!
Bama: Too Fly Kenny Styles took to the skies, but even that wasn’t enough to keep the veteran down! You have to wonder, does Kenny have any move in his arsenal that can put Miller down for a 3 count?!
Kenny slams the mat in frustration but doesn't lose focus. He pulls Bam up and backs him into the corner. He's setting something up. He grabs Bam's arms, hooks both of them. He's going for the finish. The First Class Styles Clash! But Bam breaks free and throws a headbutt backward that catches Kenny's nose.
Kenny staggers back, eyes watering. Bam turns and throws a Bullseye. The buckshot lariat. Kenny ducks under it. Comes around and grabs Bam's arm, wrenching it into a hammerlock. He spins and wraps his leg around Bam's face, driving him down with a tornado DDT into a compromised position.
Bam's chest is heaving. His eyes are closing.
Kenny gets up and shakes out his legs. The adrenaline is pumping through him now. He looks down at Bam before he walks over and grabs both of Bam's arms. He's going back to the finish!
The First Class!
He hooks both arms. He pulls Bam up to his feet. Bam's stumbling, out on his feet. Kenny positions himself and drives forward with everything he's got. Bam's face meets the mat with brutal force!
Kenny hooks both legs. The ref drops down!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| Winner - Kenny Styles |
Bama: He did it! He did it! The rookie actually did it! Kenny Styles, in his first ever XWF match, takes down Bam Miller in impressive fashion!
Todd: Bam Miller put up a serious fight, but at the end of the match, the rookie had more in his tank than the vet! The sky might be the limit for Too Fly Kenny Styles if he keeps wrestling like this!
The arena lights drop, and a cheap beat straight out of FL Studio starts blasting over the speakers. MC Edgecrusher “explodes” through the curtain with a microphone in one hand and heads toward the ring.
MC EC: YO! Salamander Klingon! You been running yo’ mouth, dawg. Tonight, we settle this shit on the streets!
The crowd boos, and MC EC nods approvingly.
MC EC: Damn right!
The lights go out. Fire surrounds the stage. The X-Tron flickers to life. A heartbeat monitor flatlines. Beep.
“Antivist” by Bring Me the Horizon blasts throughout the arena. The X-Tron features key moments from Solomon’s career, namely making people eat finishers and kendo sticks.
MIDDLE FINGERS UP, IF YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK!
Solomon Kline appears onstage astride his blue Harley-Davidson motorcycle! Flames rise all around him. He rides his bike down the ramp, and the flames subside, replaced by snow-like pyro raining from the ceiling. He circles the ring, stopping at each side to raise his middle fingers as the lyrics denote and encouraging the crowd to join him.
As he reaches the final side of the ring, he parks his bike on its kickstand and slides under the bottom rope.
IF YOU REALLY BELIEVE IN THE WORDS THAT YOU PREACH
GET OFF YOUR SCREENS AND ONTO THE STREETS! THERE WILL BE NO PEACEFUL REVOLUTION!
NO WAR WITHOUT BLOOD!
Solomon ascends the turnbuckle and looks around the arena, taking in the cheers of the crowd before dropping back down. The bell rings to start the match. MC EC “charges” toward Kline, still holding the microphone.
THE EDGECRUSHER - vs - SOLOMON KLINE GRUDGE MATCH! |
MC EC: WORD L—
Kline levels him with a clothesline, sending the Edgecrusher flipping through the air and crashing onto his stomach. The microphone flies out of his hand and lands outside the ring with a massive thud. MC EC raises a single finger toward the referee.
MC EC: Time out, dawg.
Kline grabs MC EC by the ankle and drags him into the center of the ring as he screams.
MC EC: REF! TIME OUT! I CALLED A TIME OUT!
The referee quickly explains that professional wrestling does not have time-outs.
MC EC: The fuck kinda sport is this?
Kline pulls the Edgecrusher back to his feet. EC throws a desperate punch. Kline blocks it. MC EC tries another. Blocked. EC attempts a kick. This time, Kline catches his foot, and MC EC freezes.
MC EC: Can we talk about this?
Solomon launches him across the ring with a leg-and-head Tazplex. The Edgecrusher crashes down and rolls out of the ring. The crowd begins to chant.
Crowd: EC SUCKS! EC SUCKS!
The Edgecrusher gets back to his feet and points at a random fan in the crowd.
MC EC: That’s MC EC to you!
He turns around to find Kline standing directly behind him. Kline grabs the Edgecrusher and whips him back into the ring. The same trash beat MC EC used for his entrance starts playing again. The kindly old Mr. Miller begins slowly walking toward the ring for an old-fashioned run-in. Kline drags the Edgecrusher back to the center of the ring by his ankle.
MC EC: HURRY UP!
Kline lays the boots to the Edgecrusher.
MC EC: HE’S KILLING ME! HURRY UP!
Mr. Miller notices a shiny new penny and begins the long process of bending down to pick it up. In the ring, Kline sends MC EC into the ropes and plants him with a vicious spinebuster. The Edgecrusher lies completely motionless. Outside, Mr. Miller has stopped yet again, this time to tell a random fan a long, rambling story about how nobody wants to work anymore.
Kline could easily pin MC EC. Instead, he seems to be having too much fun dishing out the beating and lifts him back to his feet. Solomon shoves MC EC backward and offers him a free shot. The Edgecrusher looks toward the crowd, straightens his chains, throws up a series of random hand signs, and swings with all his might. Kline ducks. MC EC spins completely around and lands on his ass.
MC EC: Delete that from the broadcast.
Mr. Miller has finally made it to ringside, but he stops when he sees a kid who reminds him of his grandson. He uses the penny he just found to perform the old coin-behind-the-ear trick. Suddenly, someone blows past him. Charging in from somewhere backstage—it’s Perry Pennyweather! The Edgecrusher gets back to his feet and finds one angry man charging toward him from outside the ring and another waiting for him inside it.
MC EC: TACTILE RETREAT, MR. MILLER!
MC Edgecrusher rolls out of the ring and vanishes into the crowd. Perry slides into the ring, immediately slides back out, and chases the Edgecrusher through the arena. The referee and Solomon stand in the center of the ring, staring at each other in confusion. Mr. Miller finally enters the ring as the referee begins a fast count just to get this shit over with. He calls for the bell and declares Solomon Kline the winner by count-out.
| Winner - Solomon Kline |
Mr. Miller steps up to Kline with one hand in his pocket... and pulls out his wallet. He begins showing Solomon and the referee pictures of his grandkids as the scene fades out.
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 starts running straight down towards the ring-
But someone’s behind him!
The crowd gaps in horror!
IT’S CHARLIE NICKLES!
He grabs John Blade by the collar of his shirt and flips him around, before smacking him with a backhand!
Bama: Charlie Nickles didn’t want to wait any longer- and frankly, I didn’t either! Let’s get this first blood match started!
Todd: Bama, Charlie just attacked the Blade Championship Blade Champion, John Blade, from behind! He snuck up on him! There’s no honor in that!
Bama: There’s no honor in Charlie Nickles, either!
John fires back a few stiff shots, but Charlie eats them before kicking John in the gut and forcing him to eat the ramp with an old-school DDT! Then, Charlie grabs John by the collar of his shirt once again before throwing him into the ring. The referee calls for the opening bell when Charlie slides in behind the wounded Blade Championship Blade Champion!
JOHN BLADE © - vs - CHARLIE NICKLES FIRST BLOOD MATCH! |
Charlie stalks John patiently, licking his lips- fingers twitching, as he waits for John to rise.
And as soon as John gets up to his feet…
Charlie hits him with a big boot to the gut! John keels over, and Charlie traps him into a DEVIL HOOK DROP!
A DOUBLE-ARM DDT STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT!
Bama: Charlie is getting straight to business here tonight!
Todd: But finishing moves won’t be enough tonight, Bama! He has to make the Surgeon of Thug bleed, and John Blade has thick skin! Especially around his head!
Bama: That’s probably why Charlie is reaching for that Blade Championship Blade tucked into John’s waistband!
Todd: Oh no…
Sure enough, Charlie was going through John’s pockets as the Blade Champion lay flat on the mat. After a quick body search, Charlie pulls out the Blade Championship Blade- and he starts showing it off to the crowd.
An eerie silence breaks out within the crowd…
But it’s quickly replaced by chants of ‘FUCK EM UP, CHARLIE! FUCK EM UP!’.
Todd: Oh God, these fans are chewing him on! He’s about to cut open John Blade with John Blade’s OWN Blade Championship Blade! These people are sick and twisted! John Blade is a hero, he’s an icon, he’s loved by kids all across the world…
Bama: And now, Charlie’s fixing to gut him like a pig! With his own knife!
The referee yells at Charlie to stop, but Nickles threatens him with the blade- and the ref immediately backs off. Then, Charlie looks down at John with a wicked, wolfish grin.
The Nickleman pulls John Blade up to a seated position by the collar of his shirt, before holding the Blade Championship Blade high up in the air….
Todd: Parents, I beg of you, cover the eyes of your children!
Then Charlie brings the blade down in one smooth thrust, jabbing it into the forehead of John Blade before dragging it across the width of his face. Blood immediately begins streaming as John starts screaming.
| Winner - Charlie Nickles |
Charlie releases the blade, letting it clatter to the mat as John withers in pain, a pool of blood beneath him. The referee hesitantly walks over to Charlie to raise his hand, but Charlie pushes him off, before simply stepping through the ropes and walking up the ramp with no further fanfare.
Todd: I can’t believe what we just saw! We just saw a man take a dagger to the face on live TV!
Bama: What we just saw was a message, Todd! A message to Jordan Penn about what Charlie has in store for him at Relentless!
Todd: Message received!
The camera comes alive backstage to absolute chaos.
A production assistant sprints past with a headset dangling from his neck.
A road case comes flying through the air behind him.
**CRAAAAAAAAASH!**
The case explodes against a concrete wall.
TODD: “WE ARE LIVE! We were told this was supposed to be a backstage confrontation, but I don't think anyone anticipated—”
**WHAM!**
Dom Durango barrels into frame and drives Vita Valenteen through a stack of cardboard boxes!
BAMA: “Well, there’s your confrontation, Toddricl.”
TODD: “Folks, there’s no entrances for this match! No feeling out! We’re just in it! Put the graphic up!”
THE ATOMIC BAT - vs - DOM DURANGO BACKSTAGE BRAWL! |
BAMA: Update that graphic, Toddy baby! The Atomic Bat unmasked herself this week, we all know it’s…
VITA FREAKIN’ VALENTEEN - vs - DOM DURANGO BACKSTAGE BRAWL! |
Vita rolls through the wreckage, springs upright, and immediately eats a **MASSIVE FOREARM** from Dom!
She staggers through a collection of chairs and tables to the floor!
“WHERE’S YOUR HOPE NOW?”
BAMA: “Yeesh. That Dom fella gives me the heebies AND the jeebies!”
TODD: “Dom Durango promised to BREAK Vita’s body AND mind tonight… to kill the hope she represents to all of her fans!”
Dom parts the wreckage to the prone Valenteen, grabbing her by the throat.
…Vita’s lifted… and she smile!
She kicks him square between the legs.
Dom’s eyes go wide.
BAMA: “HAHAHAHA! VITA’S A SPITFIRE!”
TODD: “Dom claimed he’s the thing that goes bump in the night! But true to form, as heroic as ever, Vita refuses to back down!”
Vita slips free, grabs a nearby folding chair, and **CRACKS** Dom across the back!
Dom drops to one knee.
Vita swings again!
**CRACK!**
TODD: Vita chipping away at the much larger Dom swing-by-swing!
BAMA: Chipping away like he’s a dang ol’ redwood!
Dom catches the chair on the third swing.
He yanks it out of her hands and folds it over her skull!
**CLANG!**
Vita slaps down on the floor!
TODD: “That chair is practically wrapped around her!”
Dom grabs Vita by the hair and hurls her through the open doorway of a catering area!
Vita lands across a table.
Platters of sandwiches, fruit, and desserts go flying.
BAMA: “Somebody save the pie! I thought I could grab a slice during Oz - vs - Wish…”
Dom storms after her.
Vita grabs a metal serving tray.
Dom swings!
**BONG!**
The tray catches him right in the face.
Vita immediately follows with a **RUNNING KNEE**! Dom staggers backwards onto the table!
Vita doesn’t think, she just sees Dom on the table and kicks it into another fear!
She leaps onto the catering table and dives off with a twisting…
**ELBOW DROP!**
…
NO! Dom rolls away.
Vita crashes through the table.
**BOOOOOOM!**
TODD: “SHE JUST BROKE THE CATERING TABLE!”
BAMA: “And ruined MY dinner!”
Dom rises from the debris, wipes blood from his mouth...
…and smiles.
“I thought bats were blind….”
He grabs a nearby fire extinguisher.
“Let’s fix that….”
Vita's eyes widen.
**FSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!**
A cloud of white chemical foam blasts Vita directly in the face!
She stumbles blindly.
Dom charges.
**BOOOOOOM!**
He tackles her through a drywall partition!
The two disappear into the next room.
TODD: “THEY JUST WENT THROUGH THE WALL!”
BAMA: “Cheaper than remodeling!”
Dom rains down punches.
Vita covers up.
Dom reels back a fist to punch THROUGH Vita’s guard…
When Vita suddenly snakes an arm around his neck and twists!
**HEADSCISSORS!**
She rolls backward, sending the much larger Dom tumbling across the floor.
Dom clumsily struggles to reach a vertical base surrounded by all this extraneous equipment!
Vita scrambles onto a desk.
She runs across it toward her opponent!
**FLYING CROSSBODY!**
…
NO!
Dom catches her!
TODD: “Oh no!”
Dom military-presses Vita over his head!
He turns—
—and throws her through the glass window of a production office!
**KRAAAAAAAAAASH!**
Vita lands amid monitors and office chairs.
Dom stalks toward the broken window.
“STAY DOWN, YOU VAMPIRE BITCH.”
TODD: What absolute brutality by Dom Durango!
BAMA: Vita may be a vampire, but Dom is the monster!
A monitor suddenly flies through the opening.
Dom ducks.
Vita comes flying through behind it!
**MISSILE DROPKICK!**
Dom gets blasted backward.
Vita lands on her feet.
She grabs an office chair and starts running.
Dom braces himself.
Vita leaps!
**CHAIR ASSISTED HURRICANRANA!**
Dom flips over the chair and crashes onto a production desk!
BAMA: “I don't know what in tarnation that was, but it looked expensive!”
Vita tears a keyboard off the production desk, cords ripping and dangling off it…
Dom slowly rises it!
**SMACK!**
Across Dom's head!
She grabs the monitor.
**SMASH!**
Across his back.
Dom roars and grabs her around the waist.
He charges.
Vita ducks beneath his arms.
Dom slams chest-first into a steel equipment cabinet.
Vita climbs the cabinet.
“Hey, Dom!”
He turns.
She jumps!
**DOUBLE STOMP!**
Dom collapses.
Vita covers!
TODD: “Vita’s going for the win!”
Dom kicks out at one!
BAMA: “That big bastard ain't done! He’s like Jason Voorhees! When you think the credits are set to roll, he gets back up!”[/blue]
Dom rolls away and grabs a length of electrical cable.
Vita gets to her feet.
**WHAP!**
The cable cracks across her ribs.
Vita doubles over.
Dom swings again!
She ducks!
The cable wraps around a pipe.
Vita yanks it.
Dom gets pulled face-first into the wall!
Vita doesn't stop.
She grabs the cable and uses it to sling herself around the corner—
**SPINNING KICK!**
Dom catches her ankle!
“GOT YOU.”
He swings her around like a rag doll!
**WHAM!**
Vita hits a rolling road case.
Dom grabs the case.
And starts pushing it toward her.
TODD: “HE'S USING THE ENTIRE ROAD CASE AS A WEAPON!”
Vita leaps onto the case!
Dom keeps pushing!
She rides it down the hallway!
[bliue]BAMA: “SHE'S SURFING!”[/blue]
Vita jumps off at the last second.
The road case crashes into a wall.
Dom charges after her.
Vita grabs a nearby ladder.
She holds it horizontally.
Dom runs straight into it.
**CLAAAAAANG!**
He drops.
Vita climbs the ladder.
She reaches the top.
Dom starts getting up.
Vita launches herself!
**MOONSAULT!**
**BOOOOOOM!**
Both wrestlers lie motionless on the concrete.
TODD: “What an unbelievable collision!”
BAMA: “I ain't seen this much property damage since my last divorce!”
TODD: “...Have you been married, Bama? I had no idea.””
BAMA: “Todd, of course you had no idea. We’ve worked together for a long time and that’s the first personal question you’ve ever asked me.”
Vita slowly crawls toward Dom.
She reaches him.
Cover!
Todd: “ONE!”
Dom kicks out!
Vita shoots off Dom’s chest, looking unfettered, but unsure of what else she can do!
TODD: Vita has yet to even get a TWO-count on Dom, let alone approach a three-count!
BAMA: Ya gotta ask, what the hell is gonna take to put down Durango! Stu ducked and sent him over the top rope but he hasn’t been pinned since he became this fucking freakish beast!
Dom suddenly grabs her by the throat.
He lifts!
Vita's feet leave the ground.
“YOU WANTED TO BE YOURSELF?”
He hurls her into a stack of metal trash cans!
**CLAAAAANG! CLANG! CLANG!**
Dom follows.
He grabs the a giant blue can.
He raises it over his head.
”YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET SENT TO THE SCRAPYARD!”
Vita looks up.
“That's a recycling bin, dummy!”
Dom swings!
Vita rolls aside!
**CRAAAAASH!**
The trash can caves against the concrete.
Vita grabs Dom's wrist.
She twists.
**ARM DRAG!**
Dom hits the floor.
Vita runs toward him.
Dom catches her!
**BELLY-TO-BELLY!**
Vita flies across the hallway!
Dom follows with a massive **BOOT**!
Vita ducks!
Dom's foot hits the wall!
Vita grabs his leg and sweeps it!
Dom falls!
Vita climbs onto his back!
**REAR NAKED CHOKE!**
Dom fights to his feet!
He backs into the wall!
Vita releases!
Dom turns!
**HEADBUTT!**
Vita staggers.
Dom pulls back his arm.
TODD: “He's setting up for it!”
BAMA: “Oh, Lord.”
Dom roars.
**“CLOTHESLINE FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL!”**
He charges!
Vita ducks underneath!
Dom's arm whistles over her head!
And Vita keeps moving.
One foot hits the wall.
Then the other.
She **SPRINGS OFF THE WALL** with impossible dexterity!
Her body twists through the air!
Dom turns—
**EAT DEFEEEEEEEEAT!**
Vita's boot catches him **DIRECTLY IN THE THROAT!**
Dom's eyes bulge.
He crashes backward!
**THUD!**
Vita lands on her feet!
She dives onto him!
**ONE!**
**TWO!**
**THREE!**
**DING! DING! DING!**
| Winner: VITA FREAKIN’ VALENTEEN!!!! |
TODD: “SHE GOT HIM!”
BAMA: “SHE GOT HIM! THE VAMPIRE GOT THE BIG MAN!”
Vita rolls off Dom, gasping for breath.
TODD: “What a battle! Dom Durango threw everything he had at Vita Valenteen, but she survived the punishment, matched him weapon for weapon, and found the one opening she needed!”
BAMA: “That wall jump was downright ridiculous!”
TODD: “And the newly revealed Vita Valenteen has just scored a huge victory! The first competitor to pin Dom Durango!”
Vita slowly gets to her feet.
She looks down at Dom.
Then toward the camera.
She smiles.
The camera pulls back as medical personnel rush into the hallway.
Vita raises one fist.
**CUT TO BLACK.**
As the song starts, fog forms across the stage as the lights go dim. Lights adorning the stage aim their beams towards one specific spot. The camera angle changes to the ramp, as it slowly goes up, and Oz's silhouette starts rising from the stage, his back to the ramp. As the chorus is about to end, his hands go up and as the singer is about to belt out 'FUCKING BOW DOWN!' Oz swings his arms down, causing stage fireworks to start go off and once done, he spins around his right leg swinging out stomping on the ramp on the word 'DOWN!', causing a bunch of fireworks to blast out from the Xtron.
TODD: Oz made his stance very clear… and quite gruesome. He sees Tommy’s accomplishments as lacking. He doesn’t see a brother in Tommy or a confidante like the Freak insinuated… he sees meat to rend… flesh to tear through.
BAMA: That’s how Oz sees everybody, Toddy baby! When you’re the top of the food chain, everyone else looks like a value meal.
As he walks down to the ring, he looks over to the crowd and only acknowledges the ones with signs about him. He jumps to the ring apron, causing ring post fireworks to go off, as he steps over the top rope and goes to stand in the middle of the ring, beating his chest before swinging his arms with his index fingers pointing to the ground to reiterate the top of the song yelling out but being drowned out by the music 'FUCKING BOW DOWN!' before going to his corner, getting ready before the match starts.
…
It shows Tommy in the shadows in a corridor somewhere on the X-Tron in a mask of some sort, and he heads down to the to the entrance. Once the funky intro breaks into "PAIN MADE TO ORDER", Tommy comes out headbanging to the song and he walks down and gives people some high fives, and even flicking off some people in the process. He then slides into the ring, and takes the mask off and sits in the corner, as his theme stops playing and he sits there with no emotion as he awaits his opp.
TODD: Tommy Wish! The FIVE-TIME X-Treme champion! Tied with Jenny Myst for the most X-Treme title reigns of anyone!
BAMA: And he’s absolutely insane!
TODD: Last we saw Tommy Wish, he had renamed his ankle lock to something else… And he was treating women with respect.
BAMA: but it looks like ol’ Tom relapsed into his creepy, perverse ways! And he is as dangerous as ever!
DING! DING! DING!
| MR. OZ - vs - TOMMY WISH X-TREME RULEZ |
Tommy Wish and Mister Oz don't circle.
They collide.
Tommy comes charging across the ring and throws a wild right hand—
DUCK!
Oz slips underneath it and answers with a STRIKING SPEAR!
THUD!
Tommy is blasted backward into the turnbuckles!
TODDOz just exploded out of the gate! No feeling-out process whatsoever!
BAMA: Ain't nobody got time for feelin' out! These two boys have been talkin' about killin' each other all week! They’re done talkin’, they’re ready to do the dang deed!
Tommy fires back with a forearm!
Oz absorbs it.
Tommy throws another!
Oz answers with a BIG BOOT!
Tommy drops to a knee.
Oz grabs him by the throat—
GORILLA PRESS!
He launches Tommy overhead and catches him across the chest before driving him down with the GORILLA PRESS GUTBUSTER!
BOOM!
Oz covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Tommy kicks out!
Oz doesn't even blink.
He grabs Tommy by the hair and hauls him upright.
Tommy suddenly cracks Oz across the face with a forearm.
Another.
Another.
CHOP!
CHOP!
CHOP!
Oz staggers.
Tommy hits the ropes—
FLYING LARIAT!
Oz's head snaps sideways!
Tommy is back up immediately.
He runs toward the ropes—
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP!
Oz rolls away!
Tommy crashes onto the mat!
Oz catches him before he can recover and plants him with a DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER!
BOOM!
The ring shakes.
Oz hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Tommy kicks out!
BAMA: GOOD LORD! They ain't wrestlin', Todd! They're tryin' to see which one can make the other one stop movin' first!
Oz grabs Tommy and hurls him over the top rope.
Tommy crashes onto the floor.
Oz follows.
TODD: Remember, falls count anywhere in X-Treme Rulez! Oz doesn't have to bring Tommy back to this ring!
He grabs Tommy by the back of the head—
WHAM!
Tommy's face is driven into the commentary desk.
WHAM!
Again.
Tommy stumbles.
Oz charges—
SHOULDER TACKLE!
Tommy goes flying across the floor!
Oz grabs a nearby steel chair.
He raises it.
Tommy sees it.
THWACK!
Tommy kicks Oz's knee!
The chair flies from Oz's hands.
Tommy tackles Oz around the waist and starts hammering him with forearms!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!
Oz covers up.
Tommy grabs the chair.
THWACK!
Across Oz's back!
Oz drops to one knee.
THWACK!
Another!
Tommy throws the chair down, grabs Oz and tries a BULLDOG—
Oz catches him!
BEAR HUG!
Tommy's eyes bulge as Oz squeezes.
TODD: Oz has him trapped! Tommy's got nowhere to go!
Tommy's face twists with desperation.
He reaches down.
Grabs Oz's leg.
And bites down on the top of his hand.
Oz releases him immediately.
BAMA: HA! That's Tommy Wish! That’s The Freak, for ya! When the rulebook don't help, he just makes up his own!
Tommy grabs the chair again.
Oz turns—
THWACK!
The crowd loudly ooooohs…
Right across the skull!
Oz crumples onto his back!
Tommy collapses over him.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
Oz's shoulder comes up!
Tommy stares at him.
For the first time, the confidence slips.
TODD: Mister Oz just kicked out of a hellacious chair shot!
Tommy shakes his head.
He grabs Oz, pulling his head between Tommy’s legs.
TODD: Oh my God! On the padded concrete!
BAMA: That FREAK’s gonna break Oz’s neck!
Wish goes to lift Oz for a…
PILEDRIVER!
…
No!
Oz blocks it, his feet find the padding and then he HOISTS Tommy up and over!
BACK BODY DROP!
Tommy hits hard!
Oz doesn't cover.
Instead, he looks down at Tommy.
That eerie grin appears.
He points toward the backstage area.
BAMA: Uh-oh.
Oz grabs Tommy and starts dragging him away from ringside, behind a curtain near the front row…
TODD: What the Hell is going on? Where is Oz taking Tommy?
BAMA: Well, hold your horses, Toddrick, the production team’ll figure it ou!
The cameras flip through a few views… Before arriving on Oz dragging Tommy by the skull through the backstage!
BAMA: Aha! Found ‘em!
Oz lifts Tommy off his feet… And HUCKS him like a lawn dart!
Tommy is thrown through a production table!
CRASH!
Oz follows him through the wreckage!
Tommy rolls away.
Oz reaches down—
Tommy grabs a loose piece of the table and cracks Oz across the jaw!
CRACK!
Oz stumbles.
Tommy charges.
JAPANESE ARM DRAG!
Oz flips over Tommy's hip and lands hard on the concrete!
Tommy immediately follows with a BRAINBUSTER!
BOOM!
Tommy covers! The official jogs up to count!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOO!
Oz kicks out!
Tommy pounds the floor in frustration!
BAMA: That was three!
TODD: It absolutely was not!
BAMA: I counted three!
TODD: You counted the first three numbers you remembered!
Tommy pulls Oz up.
FOREARM!
FOREARM!
UPPERCUT!
Oz staggers backward.
Tommy runs—
HEADRUSHA!
GORE!
Oz gets blasted into the wall!
Tommy covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
Oz kicks out!
Tommy doesn't waste a second.
He grabs Oz's leg.
FETISH LOCK!
TODD: There it is! The Fetish Lock!
BAMA: Somehow that move is even more painful now that it’s gone back to its original name! The Freak just loves twisting that ankle!
The Ankle Lock is cinched in!
Oz immediately starts scrambling!
TODD: Tommy's got the ankle! Oz is in serious trouble!
Oz reaches for the wall.
Tommy drags him backward!
Oz claws at the concrete!
Then—
KICK!
Oz blasts Tommy in the face with his free foot!
Tommy releases!
Oz rolls over.
Tommy charges—
HIGH KNEE!
Tommy gets rocked!
Oz grabs him!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX!
Oz lifts Tommy straight up.
And holds him.
One squat.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Tommy struggles.
Oz does another squat.
Six!
Then—
BOOM!
Tommy crashes onto the floor!
Oz covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Tommy kicks out!
Oz sits up.
His expression isn't angry.
It's almost amused.
He looks down at Tommy like he's examining something.
Tommy spits blood onto the floor.
TODD: These two do NOT like each other!
BAMA: You THINK so, Todd? All that swinging before was just how Oz and Wish say hello? Nah, this is PERSONAL.
Tommy shoves off the ground, swinging a wild haymaker! punches him.
Oz punches back.
Tommy punches.
Oz.
Tommy.
Oz.
TODD: These two aren’t even trying to dodge! They’re just teeing off on each other!
They begin trading shots!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Neither man gives an inch!
Todd: THIS HAS BROKEN DOWN INTO A FIGHT!
Tommy swings—
Oz ducks! Tommy sails past… and Oz backflips into a…
PELE KICK!
Tommy's head snaps backward!
Oz runs to the wall—
BOONE BOMB!
Oz launches himself into a double side-flip!
CRASH!
Tommy is flattened!
Oz hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
TOMMY KICKS OUT!
Oz looks genuinely surprised.
Tommy rolls onto his stomach.
Oz grabs his hair.
Tommy suddenly reaches around Oz’s skull—
SITOUT JAWBREAKER!
WHAM!
Oz's jaw snaps down onto Tommy's skull!
Oz falls backward!
Tommy scrambles upright! He wraps Oz in a wristlock and climbs a nearby production table!
TODD: Tommy’s going for old school!
Oz rises beneath him!
Tommy jumps—
THWACK! LEAPING AXE HANDLE TO THE SHOULDER!
Tommy lands the Old School!
Both men crash down!
Tommy peels Oz off the skull and starts dragging him down the hall!
TODD: What?!? Tommy is dragging Oz some place else?!?
In a flash, Tommy emerges back from the curtain out at ringside! The crowd cheer!
Tommy hucks Oz by the scruff of the neck against the ring apron.
Oz cradles his aching back..
Tommy reaches underneath the ring.
TODD: It feels like this match has had everything but the kitchen sink…
He pulls out a kitchen sink.
The crowd erupts.
BAMA: OH, NOW THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!
Tommy waits.
Oz gets to his feet.
CRACK!
The kitchen shink explodes across Oz's skull!
TODD: Very funny gag, but being porcelain, I think that probably was more insult than injury!
Oz staggers.
Tommy winds up again, reeling back his leg—
ROUNDHOUSE!
…No!
Oz catches the kick and YANKS Tommy toward him.
Tommy throws a punch—
Oz blocks it!
CLOTHESLINE!
Tommy flips over!
Oz reaches under the ring and grabs…
A KENDO STICK!
Tommy gets up.
CRACK!
Oz hits Tommy across the back!
Tommy drops!
Oz raises it again—
Tommy rolls!
The stick cracks against the ring apron!
Tommy sweeps Oz's leg!
Oz falls!
Tommy dives on him!
FOREARM!
CHOP!
CHOP!
Tommy gets Oz into the ring.
He climbs the ropes.
MOONSAULT!
Oz moves!
Tommy lands on his feet!
Oz catches him from behind!
GERMAN?
No!
Tommy spins!
ENZIGURI!
Oz staggers!
Tommy charges!
HIDE-YA-FACE!
STONE COLD STUNNER!
Oz's head snaps down!
Tommy falls on top of him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEEE-NO!
Oz kicks out at the last possible instant!
Tommy rolls away, absolutely furious.
TODD: Tommy Wish thought he had him!
BAMA: That was the three, Todd!
TODD: IT WAS TWO!
BAMA: Learn to count!
TODD: YOU FIRST!
Tommy gets to his feet.
He sees the steel chair.
He picks it up.
Oz is on one knee.
Tommy raises the chair.
THWACK!
Oz ducks!
The chair hits the turnbuckle!
Oz explodes upward!
STRIKING SPEAR!
Tommy is driven backward!
Oz grabs the chair.
Tommy is barely standing.
THWACK!
Oz smashes the chair across Tommy's back!
Tommy drops!
Oz throws the chair aside.
He grabs Tommy.
GORILLA PRESS!
Tommy is lifted!
Tommy slips behind him!
SHOULDER NECKBREAKER!
Oz's neck is snapped down!
Tommy covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOO!
Oz kicks out!
Tommy looks absolutely exhausted.
Oz is too.
They both rise slowly.
They stare at one another.
For a moment, everything stops.
Tommy wipes blood from his mouth.
Oz straightens his shoulders.
Tommy: You're not a God.
Oz smiles.
Oz: And you're not important.
Tommy lunges.
Oz lunges.
They collide in the center of the ring!
Tommy throws a forearm!
Oz throws a forearm!
Tommy!
Oz!
Tommy!
Oz!
Tommy suddenly catches Oz—
J-BOMB!
POWERBOMB!
BOOM!
Oz folds!
Tommy collapses on top!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—----NO!
Oz gets the shoulder up!
Tommy stares at the referee in disbelief!
TODD: HOW?!
BAMA: Because Oz ain't finished!
Tommy pounds the mat.
He grabs Oz's ankle.
FETISH LOCK!
Oz screams!
Tommy wrenches backward!
Oz desperately reaches!
There's nowhere to go!
Tommy pulls harder!
Todd: THIS COULD BE IT!
Oz's fingers claw at the canvas!
He looks toward the ropes.
They're too far away.
Tommy screams!
Oz refuses.
Tommy pulls harder!
…
Oz suddenly rolls through!
Tommy goes flying!
Oz rises!
Tommy turns—
I FAILED YOU!
MANDIBLE CLAW!
TODD: I FAILED YOU! I FAILED YOU!
BAMA: CENTER OF THE RING! IT’S OVER!
Oz's hand clamps over Tommy's mouth!
Tommy thrashes!
He punches Oz's ribs!
Once!
Twice!
Three times!
Oz refuses to release!
Tommy tries to stand!
Oz drags him down!
Tommy's eyes begin to roll!
He claws at Oz's wrist!
Oz squeezes harder!
Tommy's body goes limp!
The referee checks him!
Once!
Oz draws Tommy’s face closer…
Twice!
He whispers in his ear that he failed…
TOMMY’S EYES SHOOT OPEN!
HE GRABS OZ’S SKULL!
HIDEYAFACE!
Oz drops like a ragdoll onto his back, Tommy collapses ontop of him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
| Winner: ‘The Freak’ Tommy Wish |
Tommy collapses flat onto the canvas.
TODD: Tommy has done it! He survived the war!
BAMA: Survived is a strong choice of words… more like his corpse wound up at the top of the heap.
TODD: The Five-time X-Treme champion comes away with the win tonight over Mister Oz!
The camera pushes through a door with a brass nameplate that reads DICK LICHTER — GENERAL MANAGER — the word "BIG" written above it in Sharpie.
Inside Lichter's office there's a wall of framed Anarchy Championship match posters, lined up in chronological order starting with the first Championship match under Lichter's leadership: Atara Raven vs. Solomon Kline. The camera tracks down the line until it reaches the last one — a full-color mockup for RELENTLESS — and on it, in XXXL font: "ATARA RAVEN vs. MISS FURRY." The gorgeous faces of the two women stare at each other with sultry aggression.
Then the camera swings around to find 'BIG' DICK LICHTER behind a desk built for a much larger man, in a custom high-back chair built for exactly one. He's spinning a letter opener between two fingers and staring at that poster like it owes him money.
A knock at the door.
Lichter: It's open.
The door swings. Boots on hardwood. APATHY steps in.
Lichter: Just the woman I was expecting. You see that poster? Four hundred and eighty grand. Print run, arena wraps, the mobile billboard I've got driving in circles around the convention center right now. Four hundred and eighty thousand dollars of other people's cheekbones.
He finally swivels.
Lichter: And then you happened.
Apathy goes to speak. He waves her off.
Lichter: No, no. Don't apologize. You won. Clean, even — and believe me, I had three people watch it back frame by frame hoping it wasn't. It was. So you've earned the right to walk in here and tell me which championship you want at Relentless.
He slides a single sheet across the desk. A blank line on it, and a pen laid across it like a scalpel.
Lichter: Fill in the blank.
Apathy reaches for it. Lichter slides the paper back out from under her hand. She flashes a look of irritation.
Lichter: In a second. First, honesty — I think you've been in this long enough to prefer it. I didn't book that match for you. I booked it at you. Atara goes over, she gets her #1 contendership, that poster stays exactly where it is, everybody goes home. You were supposed to be the speed bump.
He gestures at her with the letter opener.
Lichter: And instead you put her down in the middle of my ring.
Apathy: Allow me to be blunt, I didn't think I had a chance. I was familiar of her work, her grace, her unique style. I dug my heels in and started studying tapes. Thank fuck most of that is online now. I knew what I was up against, but I was able to inch out just enough. I wasn't going to apologize, a competitor like Atara would not have me besmirch that match or win with an asterisk. With an apology, like I didn't earn it.
Lichter: Let’s talk about smart choices for a second. The Revolution Championship. It's a real belt, it's a real run, and it's a division that's been waiting for somebody with your mileage to walk in and act like the adult in the room. You take that shot, I'll build the back half of the card around you. Lights, piano music, the whole thing.
He nudges the pen a half-inch closer.
Lichter: And Atara and Furry stay right where they are. On my poster. Where I paid for them to be.
Apathy: I like the sound of the song you’re singing. I stand on business. If you’re willing to back me, then I’m willing to go the extra mile and do what needs to be done so that everyone is taken care of. I know how to play the game. I’ve got twenty years of experience backing me.
Long pause.
Lichter: Are you sure you want to do this?
Apathy: Absolutely. I’m on a journey of self. To prove to myself I belong. I want to get everyone's attention and be boldly in your face. But I want to EARN it, not be handed something because of the status of my name. I’ve been able to do that here. So I’m invested. I’m willing to do business.
He picks up the sheet. Reads it. His face turns to a look of disgust, as if he had just been betrayed.
Then, he tries to hide his anger as he locks eyes with Apathy, who’s wearing a smug grin of her own.
Lichter: You know what the funny thing is? I actually believe you can do it. That's the problem.
He stamps the paper. Hard. Twice.
Lichter: Now get the fuck out of my office.
TODD: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is our MAIN EVENT! The winner of this No Holds Barred contest earns something that, quite frankly, both of these men value more than championship gold—”
BAMA: “An excuse ta brag about themselves,” Bama grumbles.
TODD: “Exclusive bragging rights over the loser! From henceforth!”
BAMA: “Which means whoever loses tonight is gonna hear about it until the day they die.”
TODD: “And given the history between these two—”
BAMA: “That's a LOTTA hearin'.”
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: “Kristoffer Arroyo has made no secret of the fact that he considers himself the superior wrestler here.”
BAMA: “He considers himself the superior being, too. An' Centurion's been around long enough ta know better than ta let a young punk like this get inside his head.”
The Portent looks out over the crowd with that familiar, insufferably confident smirk. He slowly spreads his arms, soaking in the reaction.
…
Centurion enters to a raucous ovation, nodding in thanks as he makes his way to the ring.
The arena erupts again.
Centurion steps through the curtain.
There is no grandiose pose.
No theatrics.
Just an old veteran staring down a man he plainly does not like.
Centurion rolls his shoulders.
He looks at the ring.
Then at Arroyo.
Then he mouths something.
BAMA: “What'd he say?”
TODD: “Something I’m not 100% sure I can repeat and comply with FCC regulations.”
Centurion enters the ring.
Arroyo immediately walks toward him.
The referee steps between them.
Both men glare.
Then the bell rings.
**DING! DING! DING!**
 CENTURION© - vs - KRISTOFFER ARROYO BRAGGING RIGHTS MATCH! The winner of this no-holds barred Main Event will receive exclusive bragging rights over the loser from henceforth! |
Arroyo shoots forward.
Centurion meets him.
They lock up.
Arroyo immediately changes levels, slipping around Centurion's side and securing a waistlock.
Centurion reaches down, peeling at the hands.
Arroyo transitions.
Hammerlock.
Centurion rolls his shoulder through it.
Arroyo follows.
Wristlock.
Centurion reverses.
Arroyo rolls.
Another reversal.
Centurion twists the arm.
Arroyo rolls beneath.
Back to his feet.
The two separate.
The crowd applauds.
Arroyo grins.
Centurion doesn't.
TODD: “And THAT is exactly what we expected! Two highly experienced technicians immediately trying to establish control through positioning rather than throwing haymakers!”
BAMA: “You mean they're tryin' ta figure out who gets ta hurt the other fella first.”
TODD: “This slow deliberate technical offense is both of these men’s wheelhouses, but don’t mistake this for a lack of brutality. Both these men are seeking to peel the other’s defenses and rip their insides out!”
They circle.
Lock up again.
Centurion snaps Arroyo into a side headlock.
Arroyo fires a forearm into Centurion's ribs.
Another.
He shoots him off.
Centurion comes back.
Arroyo drops low.
Centurion hops over.
Arroyo rolls through.
Centurion catches him coming up—
**ARM DRAG!**
Arroyo lands on his back.
Centurion immediately dives onto the arm.
Armbar!
Arroyo scrambles.
He rolls.
Centurion follows.
Arroyo gets his legs around Centurion's head.
Triangle!
Like a reflex, Centurion twists within Arroyo’s hold and immediately stacks his shoulders to the mat!.
One!
Two!
Arroyo releases before the three and scrambles backward.
Todd: “Beautiful chain wrestling!”
Bama: “That there was beautiful?”
Todd: “Yes!”
Bama: “Looked like two octopuses fightin' over a bucket.”
Arroyo's smile has disappeared.
Centurion extends a hand defiantly…
And beckons him forward.
The crowd pops, some rising to their feet in anticipation!
Arroyo sneers, unamused.
In a flash, Arroyo charges across the ring!
But, Cent’s ready! He leaps off the mat!
Centurion catches Arroy with a…
STANDING DROPKICK!
Arroyo tumbles backward.
Centurion hits the mat and shoves off it, rapidly advancing!
BAMA: Andy’s pushing fifty but he’s still quick like a youngster!
Arroyo lashes out with a kick.
Centurion catches the leg and pretzels Arroyo facefirst to the mat with a…
**ANKLE LOCK!**
…No! Arroyo, with grace and resilience, immediately rolls through.
Centurion releases before being pulled into the ropes.
BAMA: Arroyo’s slippery like a spanish eel!
TODD: Are spanish eels more slippery than other eels?
BAMA: Absolutely and for the benefit of our easily-offended viewers, don’t ask me why.
Arroyo scrambles upright.
Centurion charges.
Arroyo drops.
Centurion hits the ropes.
Arroyo catches him with a leg sweep!
Centurion crashes down.
Arroyo drops an elbow onto the knee.
Then another.
He grabs the leg.
Single-leg crab!
Centurion grimaces.
Arroyo leans backward, wrenching the knee.
TODD: “Arroyo is going straight after the legs! We saw in his promo that Centurion’s daughter Nellie advised Cent to target Arroyo’s face, but Arroyo is intelligently attacking Centurion's mobility.”
BAMA: “If the old man's legs ain't workin', he can't chase him around close enough to strike that big vain face.”
Centurion claws forward.
Arroyo drags him back.
Centurion suddenly rolls onto his back and kicks Arroyo away.
Arroyo staggers.
Centurion springs up—
**V TRIGGER!**
The knee catches Arroyo flush.
Arroyo drops.
TODD: Got him! Right in the face!
BAMA: Nellie’s advice looks to be right on the money!
Centurion covers.
One!
Two!
Arroyo kicks out.
TODD: Close call!
Centurion doesn't waste time.
He pulls Arroyo up.
**SAITO SUPLEX!**
Arroyo lands hard.
Centurion immediately goes for the arm.
Fujiwara!
Arroyo's fingers desperately search for something.
The referee reminds both men there are no disqualifications.
Arroyo uses his free hand to claw at Centurion's face.
Centurion recoils.
Arroyo scrambles up.
**CHOP!**
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Centurion answers.
**CHOP!**
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Arroyo!
WOOOOOO!!
Centurion!
WOOOOOO!!
Arroyo!
WOOOOOO!!
Centurion!
WOOOOOO!!
The exchanges become vicious.
TODD: “Centurion specifically warned himself against getting into a strike exchange!”
BAMA: “And now he's smack dab in the middla’ one!”
Arroyo reels back with all he’s got…
Cent braces himself!
CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
TODD: Oh my GOD!
BAMA: I think they heard that chop in the netherworld!
Cent doubles over, squeezing his fists…
Arroyo grins. He grabs Cent by the hair and forces him back up, exposing his beet red chest…
BAMA: That poor fella’s gonna have welts in the morning!
Arroyo spits on his hand, as if getting ready to deliver the chop of his life…
HE SWINGS!
…
But Centurion catches the wrist!
He slips behind Arroyo, going for a…
TODD: He’s going for a 1000 Mile Slam! He’s calling his shot!
BAMA: He’s an old man, he’s going for the win early so he can make the early bird special!
**1000 MILE SLAM!**
…
No! Arroyo slips free off the back!
Arroyo lands behind Centurion and immediately hooks the arm.
**CROSSFACE!**
Centurion drops to one knee.
Arroyo cinches it in.
Centurion's face twists with pain.
He reaches for the ropes.
Then stops.
TODD: I think the stipulation just dawned on Cent. No Holds Barred! That means no rope breaks!
BAMA: I don’t know why that wasn’t advertised as clearly as “Bragging Rights”
Cent shoves his hand against the mat to get some leverage!
Arroyo tries to take out his arm with a kick…
But not before Centurion rolls onto his back!
Arroyo rolls with him, they end up separating…
Both men scramble upright.
Centurion throws a kick.
Arroyo ducks.
Arroyo fires one of his own.
Centurion catches it.
**SMART BOMB!**
Arroyo's body folds on impact.
Centurion covers.
One!
Two!
ARROYO KICKS OUT!
Centurion sits back on his knees, breathing heavily.
TODD: “That was close!”
BAMA: “Old Cent's still got some tricks left! He almost stole that one off Arroyo!”
Centurion rises, grabbing Arroyo’s long hair!
He pulls Arroyo toward the corner.
A chop.
Another.
Arroyo's head snaps back.
Centurion sends him across the ring with an Irish whip!
Arroyo hits the turnbuckles.
Centurion charges with a…
STINGER SPLASH!
…
No! Arroyo glides smooth as silk out of the way!!
Centurion hits the corner chest-first!
TODD: Nobody home!
Cent staggers back toward the center of the ring…
Arroyo grabs him from behind.
**RUNNING STO!**
Centurion's face smashes into the canvas.
Arroyo pounces.
He grabs Centurion's head.
**GUILLOTINE!**
Centurion fights the grip.
Arroyo squeezes.
Centurion gets his hands between the arms.
He powers upward.
Arroyo is lifted.
Centurion drops him!
Arroyo rolls away, clutching his neck.
Centurion limps toward him.
Arroyo sees him coming.
**KNEE LIFT!**
Centurion staggers.
Another! Cent doubles over…
Arroyo runs toward the ropes.
He plants one foot on the middle rope.
Then another.
TODD: Arroyo calls this the Teatro Grottesco!
BAMA: And it absolutely is grotesque-OH![blue]
KNEE!
Another knee!
Another!
Centurion collapses backward.
Arroyo drops onto him.
Cover!
One!
Two!
Centurion gets the shoulder up!
[blue]TODD: Cent survives!
BAMA: But those knees sapped a lot of gas from his gas tank!
Arroyo's expression changes.
The confidence is still there.
But now there's irritation beneath it.
He looks down at Centurion.
Then slowly reaches for his face.
Arroyo grabs Centurion by the jaw.
Cent works his way up to one knee…
Arroyo slaps him across the face!.
Centurion looks up.
TODD: “Oh, boy.”
Bama: “Arroyo putting some disrespect on this beatdown!
Arroyo smiles.
Centurion spits blood onto the mat, staring up at Arroyo defiantly.
Arroyo's smile disappears.
He swings.
Centurion ducks.
**V TRIGGER!**
Arroyo staggers.
Centurion grabs him.
**SAITO SUPLEX!**
Arroyo crashes down.
Centurion isn't done.
He grabs the leg.
**FALL OF ROME!**
The Walls of Jericho!
Centurion sits down hard.
Arroyo screams.
He claws at the canvas.
TODD: There is nowhere to go for Arroyo! No rope break! No escape!
Centurion leans back, trying to add all the torque he can!
Arroyo's face contorts in agony!
Arroyo’s hand shakes…
His hand…
…
His hand reaches backward!
His fingertips find Centurion's knee.
He rakes at it.
Centurion grimaces.
Arroyo rolls his body sideways.
Centurion loses the grip.
Arroyo spins out.
He catches Centurion—
**FLYING TRIANGLE!**
Centurion drops to his knees.
Arroyo's legs lock around his head.
Centurion is fading.
He grabs Arroyo's legs.
Lifts.
**POWERBOMB!**
Arroyo crashes down!
Centurion collapses beside him.
Both men are exhausted.
The crowd is roaring.
TODD: “This has been a technical masterpiece that has devolved into an absolute war!”
BAMA: “That's what happens when you put two stubborn sons-a-bitches in a ring and tell 'em they ain't allowed ta quit! Both these boys say they ain’t give a damn about bragging rights… but I think neither one wants to let the other have any right to brag over them!”
Centurion crawls toward Arroyo.
Arroyo rolls toward the ropes.
Centurion grabs his ankle.
Arroyo kicks.
Centurion catches the leg.
Ankle Lock!
Arroyo twists.
Centurion adjusts.
Arroyo rolls through.
Centurion flies forward—
Arroyo catches him!
**BACKSLIDE!**
One!
Two!
Centurion kicks out!
Both men scramble up.
Arroyo throws a kick.
Centurion catches it.
Arroyo jumps—
**BLACK WIDOW!**
**SNUFF MACHINERY!**
Centurion's arm is trapped.
His shoulder is being wrenched backward.
He reaches.
Arroyo pulls harder.
Centurion's face contorts.
He manages to turn.
He gets his knees underneath him.
Arroyo transitions.
He pulls Centurion up.
Centurion is dazed.
Arroyo hooks him.
TODD: “ROMEO'S LAMENT!”
Arroyo pulls Centurion close.
And, with that same smug cruelty that has defined him since the bell, he plants a deep kiss on Centurion's lips.
BAMA: “OH, LORD!”
TODD: “GOOD GOD!”
Centurion's eyes go wide.
Arroyo begins to fall backward—
But Centurion slips his grip!
He stays upright!
Arroyo's eyes widen.
Centurion catches him around the waist.
**1000 MILE SLAM!**
NO!
ARROYO COUNTERS!
He twists!
Centurion's momentum carries him forward—
**BACKSLIDE!**
ARROYO STACKS CENTURION'S SHOULDERS!
But Arroyo reaches back—
**HIS FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!**
TODD: “WAIT! HE’S CHEATIN’!”
BAMA: “AIN’T CHEATIN’ IF YOU AIN’T CAUGHT, TODDRICK!!”
The referee drops!
**ONE!**
Centurion thrashes!
**TWO!**
His shoulders are still down!
Arroyo's legs are still pressed against the ropes!
**THREE!**
The bell rings.
**DING! DING! DING!**
| Winner and Possessor of EXCLUSIVE Bragging Rights over Centurion: Kristoffer Arroyo! |
The crowd erupts in disbelief.
Arroyo rolls away under the bottom rope, immediately grabbing his face.
Centurion sits upright a split second too late.
Todd is shouting over the roar.
TODD: “KRISTOFFER ARROYO HAS WON! KRISTOFFER ARROYO HAS DEFEATED CENTURION WITH HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!”
BAMA: “The referee didn't see it!”
TODD: “THAT ISN’T THE POINT!”
Arroyo backs up the ramp.
He's exhausted.
His hair is disheveled.
His chest heaves.
But the smile returns.
Centurion glares up at him.
Centurion gets to one knee.
His expression is murderous.
Arroyo backs up the the ramp, still laughing.
TODD: “Kristoffer Arroyo has the bragging rights! However he got them, he has them!”
BAMA: “Centurion's gonna be hearin' about this for the REST OF HIS NATURAL LIFE!”
TODD: “And that is exactly what this match was about!”
BAMA: “Well that’s all the time we have this week folks, but in tune in next time to see how this all will unfold!”
THANKS SO MUCH TO OUR PRECIOUS MATCH WRITERS PEDRO PRINCIPLE THE EDGECRUSHER ‘LIL’ DICKY LICKER AND TO OUR WONDERFUL SEGMENT WRITERS APATHY CHARLIE NICKLES AND TO EVERYONE WHO RPED! THANK YOU ALL! |