Post by Robb on Feb 24, 2017 5:04:58 GMT
((The opening riff to “Hardwired" by Metallica plays inside the Citizens Business Bank Arena in Ontario, CA. Highlights from Anarchy Episode Seven are being shown over the giant screen in the arena. Seth Lawless is shown putting Amber Richards through a table to retain the Anarchy Championship. The I-10 Connection are highlighted dominating Team Skittles, making an impressive debut. Ashleigh Jericho makes her debut by nailing the short lived James Edwards with The Long Kiss Goodnight before pinning him for the win. Pretty Boy Floyd and Mario Cote wrestle a classic before Floyd nails his Melon Melt despite the distractions from the clowns that have been bothering him for months. Locke and Keyes pick up another impressive victory with a pinfall over Diem Masters. Allyson Morrow is shown brutalizing Gray Malone with thumbtacks and brutal maneuvers before choking him out. Damon Graves picks up a decisive victory over Silas Romero with his Luck Runs Out submission. Aurora Knight and Adrien Cochrane are shown having a classic match before Aurora picks up the upset victory over the #FSociety Champion after nailing Nighty-Knight Scissors Kick. The team of Tyson Gregory, Alex Jones and Cass Baumer are shown facing off with Zooey West-Jaa, Hutch Lanahan and Fiona Marie Larson. Tyson hits Fiona with The End of Your Sorrow before scoring the pin for his team. Cass Baumer is seen being kidnapped by the two clowns before the two clown thugs brutally beat Cass down in the parking lot, slamming her down into the concrete and leaving her broken and beaten, clearing sending a message to #FSociety. The camera pans over to Khristina Valentine and Samuel Griffin, #FSociety’s announce team.
KV: Welcome to #FSociety’s eighth episode of Anarchy! What a wild ride this has been! Can this week top last show?
SG: Come on Khristina, we keep getting better as each show passes! My question is, are these clowns going to go away now that Halloween has finally passed?
KV: One can only hope! Cass Baumer has been taken out of the picture for an indefinite amount of time because of what they did to her.
SG: Not like it matters! The clowns did Tyson Gregory and Alex Jones a favor by killing off the deadweight and giving them a talent and looker like Allyson Morrow!
KV: Allyson is quite impressive in the ring and has yet to be beaten, so I’m sure she was a welcome addition for Tyson and Alex.
SG: I’m excited for that Trios match in the main event because both of those teams are freaking awesome!
KV: I’d have to agree but I’m excited for all of the show. We have a lot of newcomers and we are starting off the show with one of them who has been quite impressive wherever she has wrestled.
SG: If you mean Anastasia Hayden, I’d have to agree!
KV: And now it’s time to start the show off with the match between her and Hutch Lanahan! I have goosebumps just thinking about this one!
Match One: Non-Title Singles Match
Anastasia Hayden vs Hutch Lanahan
KV: You know we always get right to the action here in #FSociety.
SG: Please explain this match to me.
KV: Hutch Lanahan, our High Roller Champion, wanted to fight our newcomer Anastasia Hayden and Robb Hardy granted him the chance.
SG: So Hutch fights someone who has never fought here and he doesn’t have to defend the title? If I didn’t know he was such an idiot I’d call the man a genius.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Non-Title match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… weighing in at 128 pounds from Steele, North Dakota… ANASTASIA HAYDENNN!!!
((The distorted and glitched opening of "Dad’s Garage" by Nuclear Moms starts playing. The guitar builds up and once the drums hit, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains, her mouth guard hanging from her mouth. The boos begin and Ana isn’t bothered as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring. Ana leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes, heading over to a free corner and resting against it. She pops her mouth guard back out, chewing on it in the process, and waits for the match to begin.))
KV: This is a great chance for Anastasia to show the world what she can do.
SG: She beats Hutch, which isn’t hard to do, and she is next in line for a High Roller title shot.
KV: Beating Hutch isn’t an easy thing to do, but your point about her being an instant Number One Contender is correct.
SG: Exactly… I’m always right.
Jennifer Taylor : Making his way to the ring next... from Mevagissey, Cornwall and weighing in at 222 pounds... the #FSOCIETY HIGH ROLLER CHAMPIONNNN... HUTCH LANAHANNNN!!!
((“Hero" by Nas begins to play as Hutch Lanahan makes his way out to the stage. The #FSociety High Roller Championship is around his waist. Hutch looks around the arena for a moment before walking down to the ring with a serious look across his face. He climbs into the ring, holds up the title with both hands, passes it off to the referee, and waits for the match to begin.))
KV: Hutch has been hard at work defending that High Roller Championship.
SG: Not tonight.
KV: This is a tough match, but he also has to be thinking about that Number One Contender match taking place later between Zooey West-Jaa and Silas Romero.
((The crowd buzzes as Hutch steps into the middle of the ring and hands the referee his championship belt, he folds it up and hands it to the timekeeper and signals for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Hutch and Ana step into the middle of the ring and shake hands before they retreat for their corners. As the bell sounds, Hutch slowly pushes himself off the ropes but Ana runs across the ring and hits him with a hellacious shotgun drop kick to the chest that sends Hutch bouncing into the turnbuckles and rolling out into the ring stunned.))
KV: Oh my goodness! The High Roller Champion is stunned early!
SG: This Ana chick has been a champion in various other promotions and she is about to show Hutch what a fraud he is!
((Ana quickly launches herself over the top rope and onto the apron where she goes to the top rope. Standing up she leaps into the air looking for a diving double stomp but Hutch rolls out of the way. Ana is able to break her fall by rolling away. Hutch quickly kips to his feet and aims a super kick right for Ana’s head. It grazes her face and sends her bouncing into the ropes. Using it to her advantage she leaps onto the middle rope and dives back off and hits a running Hutch with an arm drag. Hutch gets flung across the ring and quickly gets back up, stopping himself against the ropes as Ana rushes at him. Hutch lowers the top rope and Ana goes flying over the top. Hutch wastes no time as he bounces off the far ropes and comes flying back through with a tope suicida! Hutch and Ana goes crashing into the barricade as the crowd goes nuts.))
KV: This has been a sprint of a start to a match. No need to feel each other out, because they’ve clearly studied one another well!
SG: Hutch is lucky this match isn’t already over!
((Hutch is the first up. Ana clutches the back of her head as Hutch throws Ana back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Hutch leaps onto the apron and motions for Ana to get up. When she does turn and spins to her feet, Hutch leaps onto the top rope. He dives for a clothesline but Ana runs underneath it. She quickly maneuvers behind Hutch and wraps him around the waist. They both run into the corner, but Ana rolls out and rolls them both back onto their feet. Ana looks for the Chaos theory but when she gets Hutch back up for the German, he hits her in the head with two quick elbows. As Ana stumbles by, Hutch goes for his lariat which Ana has scouted and ducks. As Hutch spins around, Ana hooks Hutch and nails him with a beautiful Northern Lights suplex and bridges for the pin.))
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2...
KV: Kickout!
((Ana flips her hair from her eyes and annoyingly looks to the referee and holds up three fingers as Hutch is pulled to his feet by the hair. As she holds Hutch by the hair of the head, the referee tries to break her, but she ignores it. She then uses the side of her foot to kick Hutch repeatedly in the face. Hutch tries to break free but Ana kicks him along with the referee’s count until he gets to four and Hutch is in the corner trying to cover up.))
KV: Ana has to be careful. The ruthless nature of her wrestling style could get her disqualified in this match!
SG: Hutch going the cowards way out and getting a rope break here.
KV: Cowards way out? He was getting kicked in the face!
SG: So?
((Ana goes back into the corner, leans into Hutch and whips him across the ring. Hutch catches himself with a foot in the middle turnbuckle and as Ana comes running in, Hutch nails her with a spinning back fist that stuns her. She drops right back on her backside, holding the side of her head as Hutch sizes Ana up and rushes forward and swings his foot like he’s kicking a soccer ball that catches Ana up under the chin. Her legs go above her head as Hutch drops and makes the pin.))
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2...
KV: Thr… No! Ana gets a shoulder up just in time!
SG: That was too close.
KV: Hutch just got every bit of that kick he calls the Cheeky Chip. There was nothing cheeky about that.
SG: Hutch getting a taste of his own medicine with how lucky Ana got to get that shoulder up.
((Ana staggers to her feet and Hutch sizes her up. This time he aims for a Lanahan Lariat but Ana ducks and as Hutch stumbles into the ropes, Ana shoves him out onto the apron. She hops over herself and goes to punch Hutch but he blocks it. Then she goes low and using momentum she picks Hutch up for a suplex. Hutch blocks and then tries to lift Ana. She blocks it as well. Ana shoves Hutch towards the ring post and then rushes after him. Hutch jumps and finds a knee to the side of Ana’s head, but then loses balance and goes toppling onto the ring steps and folds up at the end of them. The referee begins his ten count, the crowd going nuts.))
KV: Both athletes just took their own nasty spills.
SG: Get up, Ana.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
SG: That was crazy.
KV: I am not sure how to explain what what happened. Ana looked like she was going to spear Hutch off the apron and onto the ring steps but he caught her with a nig knee.
SG: Yeah, but then the idiot still fell.
KV: The momentum carried him mid air onto the ring steps neck first!
SG: That looked awful. Come on Ana! Get back into the ring!
((Neither wrestler is moving as the count continues.))
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
KV: Neither of these two are moving quick enough to match the referee’s count.
SG: Don’t end it this way.
NINE
TEN
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The referee calls for the bell as the crowd boos.))
Jennifer Taylor: The result of this match is a DOUBLE COUNTOUT!
KV: Hutch and Ana both tried hard to get back in, but this was a tough ending for both of them.
((Ana looks closer to getting back in than Hutch, who is trying to sit up on the steps. Medical personnel come rushing down to check on both of them. Ana pushes the doctor away from her and storms off as Hutch continues to receive treatment.))
KV: Hopefully Hutch will be okay. That undefeated streak of his could be in jeopardy with a Number One Contender Match later tonight and Anastasia Hayden made it clear that she isn’t going anywhere either.
((The scene cuts to the backstage, where there is a glimpse of the #FSociety "rookie dressing room" next to some forklifts, wooden pallets, and other industrial equipment. Or it may just be that the person involved is too unaware to realize that there are bathrooms he could do a little pre-match grooming in.))
((Tying a white bandanna around his forehead in Tupac Shakur style is none other than the kid who calls himself El Hijo del Senor Ass. The audio is queued up as he then reaches down into his blue gym bag, adorning the words "CIMARRON RAMS TRACK & FIELD" in athletic font on the side.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass: ((singing)) Yo soy Ass Man!
((Without stepping out of tune, El Hijo pulls up an aerosol can of Right Guard and comes back to level with the camera's lens, giving a smile.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass: ((singing)) Yo soy Ass Man!
((With a lift and spray of each underarm, the Son of Ass grips the can tightly. Pausing briefly to give his best try at a seductive glare, he pulls the back of his hot pink wrestling tights and gives a spritz of deodorant down where the sun refuses to shine. He turns his back to the camera, revealing the hilarious/slightly disturbing image on the back of his hot pink tights: a graphic featuring a "thumbs up" hand directly in the middle of the backside.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass: ((singing)) Yo soy Ass Man...
((And then, bringing the aerosol can up to his face to utilize as a pretend microphone.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHEEAH yo soy Ass Maaaaan!
((He pops the cap on and unceremoniously "drops the mic" back into the gym bag. Turning to fully face the camera, El Hijo grins and waves to the live audience.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass: Hola tias y tios! El Hijo del Senor Ass here, just popping in to give an important insight on the match you are about to see.
((Letting a stern, serious expression cross his face, El Hijo continues.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass: While tensions are high as a result of an incoming El Presidente as it pertains to matters of racial and sexual equality, what will take place live here on Anarchy should serve as a reminder that there is hope! You see, within that very ring you will witness three different races engage in friendly competition WHILE MAKING SURE that we don't injure or kill each other in the process! Within that very ring, you will witness THREE ADULT MEN who have oiled themselves up to make their muscles appear larger on camera. THREE ADULT MEN putting each other in various snug-fitting holds. THREE ADULT MEN attempting to lay on top of one another for a full three seconds! And that, mi 'migos, is what America is all about. A cultural melting pot of spandex and bear-huggery.
((His expression easing, El Hijo caps off his heroic soliloquy with another trademark cheesy grin.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass: So let's prepare to make history, #FSociety. Ass… for the good of not only our nation, but the entire world! Also, I'll probably do some cool flips to make it even more interesting.
((He gives a wink to the camera and walks off to get ready for the upcoming match.))
((The lights in the Citizen’s Business Bank Arena go out completely, leaving the audience in the dark for a short bit until the big screen comes to life with the number ten on it in red. An accented female voice comes out over the system and counts down with the numbers as they start to tick down. As the count hits one the arena goes completely dark once again until suddenly the sounds of “Trenches” by Pop Evil start to play throughout the arena. There is a bit of confusion from the people in the audience before the entry ramp lights up and a single figure steps out onto that stage. As the strobes on the stage go off there are flashes of a female form. The big screen lights up with the words ‘Here I come…” right as the words are uttered in the song.))
((In one fluid motion the female makes her move, running down to the ring and jumping through the middle rope, bouncing up to her feet in the middle of the ring as the lights shown down on the ring showing none other than the Number One Bitch herself, Blair Kivisto. The crowd breaks out in cheers as they finally see her. She makes her way toward the turnbuckle, stepping up on it and throwing up a fist into the air, moving a bit to the music. Jumping down she moves over to the turnbuckle doing the same at the other side showing the energetic crowd respect in her own way. Blair looks to the side and yells something, soon having a mic tossed to her which she catches before jumping off the turnbuckle and walking to the middle of the ring. A giant grin plastered on her lips as she waits for the crowd to settle down a bit, her eyes scan the crowd as the music fades off and became drowned out by the crowd's reaction. Finally raising the mic to her lips as the lights return to normal, the crowd dies down a bit.))
Blair: Well damn, hello to you too, Ontario.
((This was met by another uproar from the crowd, causing Blair to laugh a bit.))
Blair: It’s kind of nice to be back on a big stage… I… wow. You guys are awesome but that’s not why I’m out here. Truth be told I had two options, come out here and announce to all you guys that the Number One Bitch had arrived to do an interview… and we all know how much I love interviews. So here I am. It was unsure what I was going to do after the closing of Pride, for a while, I was thinking of just hanging up my boots and calling it a well-done career…
((The crowd cut her off in a chorus of boos as those words left her lips.))
Blair: Calm the fuck down, I clearly didn’t do that now did I? Instead I signed a contract with this wonderful company that now gets to deal with all my shenanigans. Congrats #FSociety... you just inherited another pain in the ass to deal with. Be ready to hear all my redonkulous demands and hopefully meet them. Like, I want a kamikaze watermelon sent to Tyson Gregory’s locker room stat and make sure he accepts it. Also, would someone please get Seth Lawless a goddamn wig to wear? I feel like people being blinded by the light bouncing off his head is a major disadvantage in a match. Should be illegal.
((Looking over to one of the cameras recording this she flashes a wink at it, a snicker leaving her lips not long after.))
Blair: God it’s good to be here and to see people from the past, how are you doing Bull? I see you finally got some lovin, does that mean the multiple personalities are pleased at the moment or are you still having the issues there? And my god, hats off to the woman crazy enough to take that one on. Good going Diem, you caught yourself something special. You get a bunch of different men all wrapped up into one giant package, maybe in more ways than one.
((A wiggle of her eyebrows accompanied that line before she lets out a happy sigh.))
Blair: So the point is, I guess this is my new fighting home. Doesn’t seem like it’ll be as much fun as being locked in a cage every two weeks with no rules to follow but I’ve managed before, I’m sure I can manage again. Unfortunately for you beautiful people and for myself we have to wait another couple weeks before I get to grace everyone with some good old fashioned ass kickings but I think we can make it until then right? Yeah… in fact, I’m going to go backstage now and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into tonight and maybe if you all are lucky, you’ll see some of the action. Other than that, enjoy the matches and random shit that’ll come after this… later fuckers!
((And with that Blair drops the mic in the middle of the ring as the crowd cheers out and her music hits back over the system. Making her way out of the ring and back up the ramp to the back, she pauses a few times to sign things and take pictures with fans before disappearing backstage.))
((Circling vultures suddenly appear on the screen and a scream is heard, then a single bulb hanging over the electric chair and the large frame of Corey Bull comes into view. His voice is mournful and he is obviously agitated, as his voice rises and falls as he speaks.))
Corey Bull: It getting so close now Seth. The end. But it will not be our end. No… that would mean we have already conceded the contest. And we have not. Instead… we plan… we prepare. And we see your future Seth, in our past.
((Bull leans back in the chair, his face looking up, before looking back onto the camera.))
Corey Bull: Right now… our friend, a brother in arms… sits in a coma. Our sister Raven called us an hour ago. The hospital does not believe he will ever wake up. They do not think he will survive without the machines. His life… his future Seth… is in our hands.
((Bull puts his hand to his chin thoughtfully.))
Corey Bull: Cancer is a hell of a thing. It can attack you and live on within your for many, many years… or it can be a sinister thing and travel to your most sensitive and vital spots and attack like a rabid dog. For him… it was his lungs and throat. Sure, treatment sent it into remission. But it had weakened him physically… making the most simple of tasks a strenuous situation.
((Bulls eyes become hard.))
Corey Bull: Well now Seth… we must become the cancer itself. We must find your most vital… and precious… organs. We will attack you from all angles... slowly taking away from you the vital sustenance you need to survive. And when the smoke clears Seth… your life… your career… it will be in our hands.
And Seth… we will pull the plug on you.
((Bull laughs maniacally, then images of circling vultures and a long scream are seen before it goes black and we return to the announcer’s table.))
Match Two: Triple Threat Match
Chris Cane versus Malik Jones vs El Hijo del Senor Ass
KV: Now we have a triple threat between El Hijo del Senor Ass, Chris Cane and Malik Jones!
SG: I’m interested to see how this one turns out with these new guys.
KV: They may be new to #FSociety but they all have experience elsewhere.
SG: Nothing else matters besides #FSociety!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… weighing in at 230 pounds and from Nashville, Tennessee… CHRIS CANEEEEEE!
((The words ‘Sorry About Your Damn Luck’ echoes over the PA system and “Keep It Redneck” by The Lacs cues up. Chris walks out on the stage with his trench coat covering his torso. He turns up a beer and then walks down wearing his sunglasses and cowboy hat. In the ring, Cane turns up the beer on the turnbuckle.))
KV: You know, I saw Chris Cane having a war of words with Dirk Bentley over the cowboy moniker.
SG: Bentley is done! Jericho killed him!
KV: It’s too bad, I kind of liked Dirk.
SG: I did too but he messed with the wrong psycho.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 180 pounds and hailing from Cimarron, New Mexico… EL HIJO DEL SENOR ASS!!!!!!!
((A familiar beat begins to blare over the PA system, consisting of the unlikely combination of an 808 drum and a violin. A whisper is then heard in the background.))
~~Hay hay… Hay hay…~~
((It is then immediately followed by the voice of Juvenile.))
~~Cash Money takin’ ova fo’ the ’99-2000!~~
((With this kick-in for “Back That Azz Up,” none other than El Hijo del Senor Ass strolls out from behind the curtain, immediately turning his back to the ring and doing his trademark shimmy and shake to accentuate his namesake covered by a pair of neon orange trunks with red lips adorning the backside. As he makes his way down to the ringside area, Juan Ass, Jr. invites members of the audience to give a pinch or a poke to his rump. Some accept with glee, some cower away in fear at its awesome power, or some give the proper wrestling greeting by bumping their own rear against his. Eventually making his way up into the ring, the Son of Mr. Ass does a quick vault over the top rope, then immediately ventures over to the referee and offers up a thorough checking for any foreign objects in the back of his tights... to which the referee insists that he does not need to search there. The hip hop favorite by Juvenile slowly fades into the background, and El Hijo del Senor Ass plays more to the crowd prior to the bell.))
KV: El Hijo loves the crowd!
SG: I heard he also loves ass. Then again... who doesn’t?
KV: Samuel!
SG: What? I LOVE THE BOOTY!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… Weighing in at 205 pounds and hailing from Watts, California… MALIK JONESSSS!
((Just as the crowd has gathered up and are prepared to take in the night’s action the lights in the arena fade to black and a single spotlight hovers above the entrance ramp swaying back and forth. The sounds of chains clanking in rhythm begin to sound over the speakers filling the arena. The opening lines to “I’ll Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down” begins to play.))
~~I'll be so glad when the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
I'll be so glad when the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
There's a rainbow around my shoulder, ain't gonna rain on me (ain't gonna rain on me)
There's a rainbow around my shoulder, ain't gonna rain on me (ain't gonna rain on me)~~
((As the haunting song fades out the sound of a bell is heard and the lights drop out completely. “Hail Mary” by 2Pac starts to pound over the sound system and out walks Malik Jones. Standing atop the stage Malik awaits his queue.))
~~Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uhh, feel me!
And God said he should send his one begotten son
to lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh~~
((The bell sounds again and the spotlight shoots on hovering right over Malik. The crowd boos and cheers for Malik, he nods to the beat ignoring everyone’s bullshit. With a calm but focused demeanor Malik heads to his destination rolling into the ring and walking right up to the hard camera. With a raised lip Malik stares down the hard camera for a moment before turning his back to it and walking to the ropes yelling out at the crowd. Primed and ready for a fight Malik begins pacing around waiting for the bell to sound.))
KV: Malik Jones looks ready but the crowd does not like him!
SG: Well the crowd is usually wrong.
KV: I wouldn’t say that.
SG: I would! Hillary got the popular vote and still lost! That shows that you can’t trust crowds of people, you gotta trust smart people like me and the electoral college!
KV: Can we please not talk politics?
DING! DING! DING!!!
((El Hijo, Malik and Chris stare at one another as the bell rings. They look around wondering who they should go after, so El Hijo goes for Malik. Chris doesn’t shy away and pulls El Hijo around, hitting him. All three men connect with shots that scatter them in different directions. Chris Cane, who is the largest of the three, runs at El Hijo flattening him with a clothesline. Malik slides around behind Chris and grabs him from behind before nailing him with a German Suplex.))
SG: Great move by Malik!
KV: He’s trying to establish himself.
SG: All three of these newbies to #FSociety are!
KV: I can agree with that.
((El Hijo hits the ropes and spins in the air hitting a spinning heel kick to Malik from the side. He pops up and keeps his momentum going by leaping up and taking the now kneeling Chris over with a hurricanrana driver. El Hijo spins and looks over at Malik who is recovering from the kick.))
KV: El Hijo is looking phenomenal!
SG: He’s a spider monkey out there!
KV: Now he’s charging towards Malik!
((El Hijo goes for a running crossbody but Malik catches him and holds him up before slamming El Hijo on his back with a sidewalk slam. El Hijo holds his lower back and gets to his feet before being grabbed from behind by Malik who locks his hands and throws El Hijo with a German suplex which causes him to land on the back of his head with a thud.))
SG: Malik might only know that move but he’s pretty good at it!
KV: I’m sure he knows other moves.
SG: I bet you would know.
KV: Oh my god! Shut up!
((Malik Jones then goes after Chris connecting with a right hand. Chris stumbles back before throwing a right of his own causing Malik to crumble holding his jaw. Chris then nails Malik with a spinning backfist which causes him to stumble back even more. Chris charges Malik and takes him down with a huge clothesline.))
SG: What a clothesline from Chris!
KV: I think he’s going for a pin!
1…
2…
KV: Thr… NO! Malik kicks out!
SG: That was a close one!
KV: El Hijo is charging at Chris now!
((El Hijo grabs a hold of Chris and goes for a suplex but Chris blocks it. Chris counters El Hijo into a T-bone suplex, throwing him across the ring. It causes El Hijo to land awkwardly on his ankle. El Hijo stumbles back to his feet gingerly and Chris goes to pick him up but El Hijo dropkicks Chris in the knee, sending him hard to the mat, clutching his knee but El Hijo does more damage to his ankle as well.))
SG: What a showing so far by these competitors but I think Chris and El Hijo are both hurt. Malik could take advantage of this.
KV: You’re right and Malik looks to be recovering now.
((Malik grabs the hurt El Hijo and picks him up but El Hijo shoves Malik off. El Hijo tries to make a move but the pain in his ankle is too much. Malik knocks him back down with a clothesline. Malik then stalks El Hijo for a moment and when El Hijo gets to his feet, Malik nails him in the jaw with a superkick.))
SG: Superkicks never get old!
KV: This could be it!
1…
2…
((Chris Cane charges in and breaks the pin with a curb stomp to the back of Malik’s head, sending his face crashing down hard into the mat.))
KV: NO! Chris BREAKS IT UP WITH A CURB STOMP!
SG: At the literal last moment he saved the match.
KV: I think he killed Malik!
SG: He’ll get away with it! It’s Trump’s America after all!
KV: This is disgusting.
((Chris goes for the cover.))
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2…
3…
SG: There it is!
KV: NOT SO FAST! Malik’s foot is on the ropes!!
SG: Damn it! Chris Cane needs to win this one against these idiots!
((Chris stands up and raises his hands in the as if he won but the referee tries to notify him that Malik’s foot was on the ropes. El Hijo is now up on his feet and he drives a knee into Chris’ midsection before grabbing him by his head and throwing him out of the ring.))
KV: El Hijo looks to take control here!
SG: But Malik is up!
((El Hijo turns around and Malik tries to superkick El Hijo but he ducks it and whips Malik towards the ropes. El Hijo darts ahead of Malik and performs a tiger feint kick to time up perfectly to kick his opponent in the butt on the rebound. He then rolls up Malik and goes for a cover.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… El Hijo del Senorrrrr Asssss!
KV: That’s a heck of a start of a career here for this guy.
SG: I want to see a little more of what this kid can do.
KV: We definitely have not seen the last of him. Chris Cane doesn’t look happy about this either and I think he will eventually be looking for some retaliation.
((El Hijo celebrates his victory while Chris Cane watches outside the ring, his hands on hips, looking on in disgust.))
((The I-10 Connection are backstage in the locker room as Orleans prepares in the background, taping his fists. Bully McCarron stands in front of the camera and takes his opportunity to voice his displeasure.))
Bully: I’m not a happy man tonight.
Orleans: When are you ever?
((Bully looks over his shoulder at his partner and then back at the camera.))
Bully: I’m especially not happy tonight. We didn’t come here for singles matches. We came for a single purpose and that is to beat up every single tag team that wants to line up and get knocked down. Orleans is stuck fighting that waste of space Corey Bull tonight and somehow I didn’t even get on the card. That’s a joke. That’s completely unacceptable. So I’ll be there for my boy and I’d love to get a chance to get a few good shots in. Corey Bull has one of those faces. One that just needs to get hit. I like hittin’ people. I wasn’t given the chance tonight. I’ll still find mine.
But let me make this real clear. We ain’t gonna be messed with. We’re not about to sit back and let people take things that belong to us. Those Rebel Ink folks been holdin’ those tag titles a few weeks now and they clearly are afraid to put them up. We’re here. We’re looking for a fight. Come fight us. Come fight someone. No more excuses. You think you’re tough? You think you’re big time tag team? Then prove it. We got no problem stepping up and showin’ you both the truth. And the truth is… guys like us… we always get what we want because we take it.
((Orleans comes up from behind his partner and slaps him on the shoulder.))
Bully: You ready?
Orleans: Born ready.
Bully: Beat that son of a bitch up for me, my man.
Orleans: Can’t wait.
((The two partners walk out of the room together looking very confident.))
((Static hits and the scene switches to security footage of Pretty Boy Floyd and Horus walking down an empty hallway. The lights begin to flicker on and off and then go out completely. When they come back on, Floyd is still standing but Horus can’t be seen. Floyd starts screaming out and looking every which way.))
Pretty Boy Floyd: Horus? HORUS? Goddamn clowns! HORUS?
((Floyd approaches a door and it is locked. He starts kicking away at the door and finally breaks it open. He pushes his way through and disappears through it. The static hits again and the picture cuts back to Khristina and Samuel at ringside.))
KV: Have the clowns struck again?
SG: I don’t know… but they sure love a great security system feed.
KV: This just isn’t going to end well for Floyd. Hopefully Horus is okay.
SG: I highly doubt it.
Match Three: Triple Threat Match
Dean Judas versus Ronnie Harris versus Robbie Rayder
SG: Here’s one I’m excited for! My dude Dean Judas!
KV: You know who he is?
SG: Heck yeah! Can’t say the same for the other two.
KV: Well Robbie was the first graduate from the Squires of Wrestling Academy that’s ran by 'The Rooster' Jan van der Roost,
SG: Who?
KV: Ugh! Whatever!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring first… Weighing in at 225 pounds and currently residing in Hollywood, California… DEAN JUDASSSSS!
((The lights along the big screen pulsate while the arena is engulfed in darkness. Pulsating to the music the lights continue to have the strobe effect that fade to black right before the gunfire is heard ripping through the speakers while white bright lights strobe to the rapid fire. As the first verse of Drake's “Energy” hits the lights all blast on following the beat of the verse.))
~~I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy.~~
((The song hammers with every pulse being felt throughout the arena, a series of bright blinding white lights flash in time. Wind and smoke chaotically collect, swirl and clash on the entrance stage until it engulfs the entire stage whole. Out walks Dean Judas with a grin on his face and cocky swagger about him. Strolling down the ramp as the music continues to pound the crowd’s attempts to boo Dean into submission. Like a man possessed Dean continues his slow walk towards the ring.))
~~I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day
Fuck goin' online that ain't part of my day
I got real shit poppin' with my family too
I got niggas that can never leave Canada too.~~
((As camera flashes continue to pop he slides under the bottom rope into the ring.
Dean Judas rises up from the mat and climbs up on the turnbuckle. Facing the hard camera, Dean pounds his chest like a BEAST. Hopping down off the rope he crouches down in the corner with both hands still firmly grasped onto the top ropes. Dean is focused and awaiting the sound of the bell to come out swinging like a caged animal unleashed.))
Jennifer Taylor: His opponent… weighing in at 207 pounds and hailing from The Elephant and Castle… RONNIE HARRISSSSSS!
((“10,000 Hours” by TRC blares over the PA system and Ronnie Harris emerges from the back with a stern look on his face. Wasting little time, Ronnie reaches up behind his ear and grabs his mouth guard, placing it in his mouth. He then proceeds to head towards the ring. Climbing up onto the apron, Ronnie enters the ring and stands in the corner, waiting for the match to begin.))
SG: I don’t know who this guy is but he looks like he’s all business!
KV: He does give off that vibe, doesn’t he?
SG: Yeah, I just said he does.
Jennifer Taylor: Their opponent… Weighing in at 195 pounds and hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia... ROBBIE RAYDERRRRR!
((The lights dim as a red siren light circles the arena. “Indestructible” by Disturbed plays as Robbie Rayder, wearing his ring attire and color matching cape, walks out and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then pulling the cape off from his neck. He slides into the ring, front flips up, drops to a knee and points to the ceiling again, then lowers his index fingers to point at his opponents.))
SG: This guy is lame.
KV: I disagree.
SG: That’s because you’re also lame! Stop being that way and agree with me!
KV: I’m never going to be a biased commentator like you.
SG: I’ve heard you be biased before!
KV: That’s a lie!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Harris immediately heads outside of the ring. as Dean and Robbie Rayder head towards each other. Dean sends a straight kick to Rayder, doubling the rookie over. Dean steps back and uses a swinging neckbreaker to take him down. Meanwhile, Harris slides into the ring with a chair in hand.))
KV: Oh come on!
SG: Technically, this IS a no DQ being a Triple Threat match! How many times do I have to remind you of this?
KV: It’s a dumb rule!
SG: You’re a dumb rule!
((Harris cracks Judas over the back as he falls to his fists on the mat in pain. Harris pulls back to connect again, but Robbie Rayder manages to roll onto his back and gets both feet up kicking the chair back into the face of Harris. The impact sends Harris stumbling backward as he drops the chair. Robbie Rayder manages to get up to his feet and kicks the chair out of the ring. He checks on Judas, who pushes him back.))
KV: Rayder was just making sure that Judas was okay!
SG: Not while a match is going on! What a rookie mistake. This Robbie kid is going to get killed by Dean Judas for stuff like that.
KV: Rayder is a classy guy and was taught well by Jan!
((Rayder quickly heads over to Harris, who is pulling himself up by the way of the ropes. Harris turns around as Rayder uses an enzuigiri to take down the incoming Ronnie Harris. Rayder goes for the cover, forgetting about Dean. He drops for a cover.))
1...
SG: Dean Judas breaks it up!
KV: Looks like he’s fully recovered from those chair shots.
SG: Which is great! Dean Judas shouldn’t have to lose by a stupid chair shot from stupid morons.
((All three men are down but slowly, they each try to get up to their feet. Judas is the first up, as he reaches down to grab Harris, but Ronnie pushes him off. Rayder is able to get to his feet. Judas returns charging at both men, but Harris is quick to grab Judas and executes a snap suplex. Rayder quickly grabs Harris from behind and whips him into the ropes. As Harris returns, Robbie Rayder is able to hit a flying clothesline.))
KV: The rookie is looking good out here!
SG: It won’t take long for Dean Judas to end this nonsense!
KV: I wouldn’t doubt Robbie or Ronnie in this match either. They all look good! The future of #FSociety looks bright.
SG: The future of #FSociety is Dean Judas!
((Harris is driven down as Rayder is back to his feet. He yells at Harris to get up. Finally, Harris is able to get back up onto his feet as Rayder sends a kick to his gut, grabs him, and hits a double arm DDT. Before Rayder gets down for the pinfall, Judas charges and connects to Rayder with rolling Savate Kick and it sends Rayder flying through the bottom ropes and out of the ring.))
SG: The Lobotomy! That’s it!
KV: What a move from Judas but Rayder is out of the ring! He can’t pin him!
((A frustrated Dean Judas rolls out of the ring and grabs the chair previously used on him. He slides back in and stalks Ronnie Harris. Ronnie begins to get up by Dean slams the chair onto Ronnie’s head. Dean then lies the chair down on the mat before picking Ronnie up. Judas executes a swinging sideslam to a reverse STO on Ronnie, slamming him down face first onto the chair. Dean goes for the cover.))
SG: SEMPITERNAL! THAT’S IT!
KV: And it was onto a chair! Wow!
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Dean stands up with his hands raised in the air in victory as "Energy" by Drake blares over the PA system. Dean then pulls his arm angrily away from the official and rolls out of the ring.))
SG: What an impressive showing by Dean!
KV: Robbie looked great as well! I think he had Ronnie before Dean knocked Robbie out of the ring! If this were a singles match, things could’ve been different possibly!
SG: Don’t be an idiot. Judas was winning no matter what.
((The scene cuts backstage to the dressing room being used by the #FSociety Tag Team Champions, where Damon Graves is seen taping up his wrists in preparation for his Trios match later in the night. From out of frame, Tim Anderson comes up behind Damon, who acknowledges his presence but doesn’t turn around.))
Damon: Don’t believe in knocking, do you?
Tim: Wait, how did you know I was even here?
((Damon points at the mirror on the far wall, giving him a view of the entire room.))
Tim: Oh. I do have to say, you’re demeanor is a far cry from earlier in the week…
Damon: You expected me to be a seething ball of rage, just like my opponents. So fucking gullible… Everyone fell for the “emotional wreck” schtick, even my own teammates.
((Tim looks at him, trying to comprehend what Damon just said.))
Damon: To put it in other words, it was an act. Gray and Jason were in on it with me. Act distraught, like I would focus on nothing else but the destruction of Allyson Grace Morrow, and they fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Let them all laugh now, because they certainly won’t be at the end of the night.
Tim: Your opponents certainly didn’t mince words, being particularly dismissive…
Damon: All of them had the same lame bullshit flying outta their pieholes: I’m JUST a tag team wrestler… I’m the weak link of any team I’m a part of… I’m riding my wife’s coattails…. Wow, they really need to try something original if they’re gonna try to get under my skin….
Tim: HAVE they gotten under your skin?
Damon: Nope. I’m going into this match calm, cool, and collected. Another little misdirection is that I’m going to sit back and let Amber and Seth do all the work; no, I’m just as eager to win the match as anyone.
Tim: What about the championship ramifications involved if you do win this match?
Damon: I’ll deal with them in my own way, in my own time. And right now, my time does not involve you standing there asking questions…
Tim: You want me to leave?
Damon: Very perceptive of you.
((Tim doesn’t move.))
Damon: GO!
((Tim jumps back a little before leaving Damon to finish his pre-match preparations. The scene cuts back to ringside.))
((Robb Hardy is backstage in his office when Pretty Boy Floyd bursts in. Floyd grabs him by the shirt and Hardy pushes him back.))
Floyd: I’m tired of this. Get me Horus. Get me the clowns. Let’s finish this.
Robb Hardy: About Horus… I’ve got security scouring the building. These guys are good. They cover their tracks. They’re fast. We will do our best.
Floyd: Do better.
Robb Hardy: Now the clowns… I can only do so much. You know as much as I do about them. But if you can get them to agree to a fight at Insurrection… I’m all for it. I hope you take them out. Whatever means necessary.
Floyd: Yeah… that sounds good right now. Now go help me find Horus. Enough of this shit.
((Floud turns and walks out of the room as the camera lingers on Robb for a moment before cutting back to ringside.))
Match Four: Singles Match
Corey Bull versus Orleans
KV: This is an interesting pairing as Corey Bull looks to rebound off of a couple of tough matches against a newcomer to #FSociety.
SG: Bull is starting to show the real monster inside of him and tonight I think it really comes out.
KV: Bully McCarron and Orleans have voiced their displeasure about not being in a tag team match tonight.
SG: Let’s see what Orleans brings to the table.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring... weighing in at 230 pounds from Baton Rouge, Louisiana... ORLEANS!!!
((“It’s About to Get Dirty” by Brantley Gilbert hits over the PA system as Bully McCarron and Orleans come out from the back with their hands raised in the air. The two men slap their hands together before dropping them down and walking towards the ring. Orleans slides into the ring and McCarron climbs the steps and then steps through the ropes. They both raise their hands up as they stand side by side of each other. After another double high five, Bully steps out of the ring and Orleans waits in his corner for the match to start.))
KV: We saw The I-10 Connection successful in their debut two weeks ago against Team Skittles.
SG: These boys are rough and tough and aren’t about to take anyone’s crap.
KV: It’ll be interesting to see what Orleans brings to the table on his own.
SG: You have to think Bully is looking to get himself in the action as well.
KV: Hopefully he keeps to himself on the outside.
SG: Ha. I doubt it. Have you seen the look in that guy’s eyes.
Jennifer Taylor: And his opponent… weighing 385 pounds from The Great Northwoods… COREYYYY BULLLLL!!!
((The lights of the arena go dark and cell phones light up as the rifts of “My Demons” by Starset starts to play. Strobe lights beat with the music and the large frame of Corey Bull appears on the stage. A single spotlight comes on Bull and the strobes shut off. He is shirtless and in a black trench coat with a hood. As the music plays Bull crosses his arms over his head, then throws his arms down as the music picks up and a mushroom cloud explosion goes off behind him. He walks to the ring, the spotlight following him. Bull climbs into the ring and walks to the center of it. He slides the hood off of his head and throws his arms into the air, crossing them at the wrist again and the stage explodes again into alternate flame pyros. The crowd roars as the lights come up and Bull gets ready for a fight.))
KV: Bull is looking ahead to a really intense Three Stages of Hell match against Seth Lawless.
SG: That’s going to be good.
KV: But first he could really use a big win in this one.
SG: That’s true. This is a match he should dominate based on his size and experience.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Orleans rushes right at Corey Bull, throwing wild strikes until Bull pushes him back. Orleans rolls backwards and gets back up to his feet. Bull charges in at him and sends him through the ropes and to the outside with a big boot. Orleans gets to his feet and regroups on the outside with his partner, Bully McCarron.))
KV: Well, that didn’t work for Orleans.
SG: Yeah, he’s going to need another plan.
((Orleans takes his time stepping up onto the apron but he hesitates to get back into the ring. Bully McCarron heads around to the other side of the ring. Corey Bull keeps his eyes carefully on both men. Bully steps up to the apron and gets knocked back by Bull. Orleans uses the distraction to jump into the ring and he hits Bull in the back of the leg with a chop block. Orleans starts stomping away at Bull’s leg and then slams it down into the mat with force. He holds the injured leg down and then drops a knee down onto it. Bull does his best to sit up and throw a stray punch but Orleans changes his point of attack and starts pressing down on Bull and punching away at him. Bull kicks Orleans over and the two men work their way up to their feet. Bull grabs Orleans by the throat and backs him into the corner. Orleans kicks Bull in the kneecap and knocks him back a few steps. Orleans props himself up on the second ropes and then jumps off with a flying axe handle smash. He locks Bull’s leg up and then drops back into a leg lock in the middle of the ring.))
KV: You have to think going after those big legs is the way to go for Orleans in this one.
SG: It’s a smart strategy as long as you never let the giant back up.
KV: It’s too bad he just needed Bully to help him out at the start.
((Bull tries to fight his way out of the hold and hammers away at Orleans’ legs. Orleans maintains the hold and sits up. Bull sits up as well and grabs Orleans by the throat. Orleans changes his grip to try to get Corey to let go of him. Corey is then able to power up and get to his feet, still holding his opponent around the neck. Corey lifts Orleans up for a chokeslam but Orleans counters out of it and lands behind the bigger man. He hooks Bull around his midsection from behind and tries to wrestle him down. Bull is too strong and elbows back at Orleans, catching him in the side of the head. Orleans stumbles back and then Bull slams him back into the corner after hooking him around the midsection and charging in that direction. Bull backs away and then rushes in with running double knees into the corner. Orleans stumbles out of the corner and then falls down to his knees in the middle of the ring. Bull pulls Orleans up from behind by the hair, lifts him up, and then drops him down onto his knee with an Atomic drop. Orleans stays on his feet until Corey comes from behind him and levels him with a clothesline to the back of the head. Bull drops down, flips Orleans over onto his back, and goes for a cover.))
SG: That was vicious.
KV: Will it be enough?
1…
2…
KV: Thr… No!
SG: A few more of those and Orleans won’t know what state he is in.
KV: Corey Bull is in complete charge at this point.
((Orleans starts to fight his way up. Bull helps him and then turns him over with a neckbreaker. He backs off the ropes and then comes down with a falling knee drop to Orleans’ head. Bull pulls Orleans up again and hooks him around the head and leg. He lifts him up and sends him over with an Exploder suplex. Bull stays in position and goes for another cover.))
KV: Another well executed move from the veteran.
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2…
((Bully McCarron pulls Corey Bull off of his partner by his leg and the referee stops the count. He starts to yell at McCarron, but Bull disposes of him by kicking him off and into the barricade. Bull gets up and Orleans jumps onto his back, looking for a Sleeper hold. Bull staggers around the ring, carrying Orleans around on his back like a backpack and holding up his weight. Bull reaches up, hooks him around the head, and flips him forward. This causes him to slam hard onto his back in the middle of the ring. Bull bounces back off the ropes and connects with a jumping headbutt drop. Bull stands up and lets out a yell while Orleans tries to pull himself up. Bull grabs him by the throat again and this time connects with a chokeslam. McCarron gets up on the apron again so Bull takes him by the throat and chokeslams him down onto the ring apron. He waits and lines up as Orleans gets up again. He grabs him by the throat once more and lifts him into the air.))
KV: He loves his chokeslams in pairs of three.
SG: This could be devastating.
((Bull slams Orleans down with his third chokeslam in moments. He doesn’t go for the cover and instead pulls Orleans back up to his feet again. He holds him up and props him back up against the ropes. Bull whips Orleans across the ring and looks ready for a Black Hole Slam but Orleans dives forward and clips him in the front of the knee. Bull drops down to his other knee and reaches at his injured leg. Orleans gets up and comes from behind with a running bulldog takedown. He backs himself into the corner and looks almost surprised to see the big man down.))
KV: Corey Bull went for The Downward Spiral but Orleans narrowly avoided it.
SG: What’s he doing now?
KV: I think he is going up top. I’ve heard him talk about a flying elbow drop he calls The Flying Madman
SG: He better hurry.
KV: The giant is stirring.
((Orleans heads up to the top rope but Corey Bull is up and after him. Bull connects with a forearm shot to Orleans’ midsection and then pulls him off the top rope and into a military press. He walks to the middle of the ring and then drops back with an Island Driver. Bull then goes for the cover again.))
KV: The Fate Killer.
SG: He’s done.
KV: I think that could be the end for Orleans.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… COREY BULL!!!
((Bull’s music hits and the referee tries to raise his hand up in victory. Bull pulls his arm away and the referee recoils back. He steps over the top rope and walks away as Bully McCarron and Orleans try to regroup.))
KV: A big win for Corey Bull as he prepares to put his career on the line against Seth Lawless.
SG: That’s a real good start on his quest to be Anarchy Champion.
KV: We have not seen the end of Corey Bull’s hunt.
((A monitor shows the stoic face of Jan van der Roost, ‘Via Satellite from Hale Arena in Kansas City’, with the arena in the background behind him.))
Jan van der Roost: First off I'd like to apologize for not being there in person but I have a prior engagement to take care of tonight. If you would please indulge me, just a bit, I have a few things to say.
((Van der Roost rolls his neck slightly then turns back to the camera.))
Jan van der Roost: First off, I’d like to thank #FSociety and Robb Hardy for granting me a little time on Anarchy tonight. A couple weeks back I took a little umbrage to what happened on the last Anarchy show. It has to do with what happened after the match with Gray Malone and Ally Morrow. Gray and I don't always see eye-to-eye but we do have a mutual respect for each other and for this business. Gray knew what he was getting into with the match. He knew the consequences of the match and Gray went against medical protocol to take the match.
Now everything about this match, I have no issue, that’s why we lace up the boots and go about out work. But what I do have the issue with is everything that happened after the match. A Wrestler wants to go into this business fighting, and wants to go out fighting. This business of wrestling makes you and builds you up as a warrior. It puts together a warrior mentality and nothing less than being a warrior will ever do. Gray is a warrior. Robb Hardy is a warrior. I am a warrior, have been for nearly 23 years. The three of us respect this business and the honor for our fellow wrestler.
((He points at the camera with determination.))
Jan van der Roost: But there is a little girl, Ally Morrow, that has no honor or respect for this business. And that is what has me here tonight. Two weeks ago, Ally, you made an example out of Gray Malone. You literally spat on the legacy of Gray Malone. You spat on the honor of this warrior and you disrespected this business that I and so many others dearly love. You issued the challenge after our exchanges on Social Media, and of course, disrespecting the business again, you let it leak that I accepted. Formally here on Anarchy, I accept your challenge.
In Two weeks, little girl, you find out what happens when you have no respect for the business or honor for the wrestlers that have come before you. I’ve been doing this long that you’ve been alive, and Ally Morrow, you make try to make this personal. You can bring up all of the phallic Rooster Jokes, the old man jokes, the relationship jokes and innuendo, and I’m sure you’ll be fed plenty more, but know this- This isn’t about me and you, it’s about the Honor of your predecessors and the Respect for this business. And in 2 weeks, I plan to give you a lesson in humility.
You want to make this your speciality? Fine, I have a few submissions in my arsenal as well. But let’s make this not just a submission match, or an I quit match, but an “I Respect You” match. You want me to take you seriously, if you can, then I will say the words… I RESPECT YOU, and if you finally get it through your head that everyone else in the world never taught you about this business, MY BUSINESS, and That thought finally catches a spark in your brain and it ignites a fire that, “old man Jan” just might know what the hell he is talking about, then you will say the words I RESPECT YOU. And, Little Girl, by the end of the night, whether you say the words or not, you will respect this business.
((Ally steps to the side of the monitor. leaning over she looks at Jan with a smirk on her face, she waves at him before reaching behind the monitor and yanking out the power cable; as the screen goes black she dusts her hands off, laughing as she turns to face the camera with her hands on her hips.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: Well, that was quite enough of that huh? I was worried for a moment we were going to start losing viewers; cause if I am here pumped for my match and falling asleep then Jesus you guys at home must have been snoring with your hands in your pants, amirite?
((Ally laughs again and shakes her head, stretching her arms out above her head in an exaggerated yawn.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: But not to worry boys and girls, because I promise you when I get that wrinkly old fucker in the ring, it'll be nothing but screaming and bloodshed from bell to bell, for Christ sakes everyone hide the mics next week will you? I don't need another lecture on respect, I have respect for those who earn it from me and Jan Van Der Cock and his Limp-Kick girlfriend haven't earned shit but an ass kicking....
So be sure to tune in when one half of that duo gets their balls kicked up into their throat and then, he WILL choke out a very meek, very defeated... I Respect You Allyson!
((She spits at the camera and walks away as the camera switches its scene.))
((Locke and Keyes are sitting opposite to each other in some chairs as they prepare for their match later in the night.))
Locke: You ready for this one?
((Sarah looks up at Daisy with a smirk.))
Keyes: You really have to ask?
Locke: No.
Keyes: I mean… this one is big. Aurora Graves… one half of the Tag Team Champions. Adrien Cochrane… the #FSociety Champion. We win this one… who knows.
Locke: I know. It puts us directly in line for a title shot against Rebel Ink. We’re still new here. New to the wrestling business in all reality. But that hasn’t stopped us so far. People keep thinking we’re not in a good position to win these matches. But we are. This is the ultimate underdog opportunity. But who cares. We win… we fight hard… we impress… and then we can get Aurora AND Damon. That’s the match we want. That’s a match we can easily earn.
Keyes: This is kind of exciting. It’s one thing fighting early in the night and getting to watch the rest. It’s another feeling this build up over the course of the night and knowing how big of a deal your match is to everyone.
Locke: You can be a little too… emotional.
Keyes: But you love me for it.
Locke: You sure?
Keyes: Once again… you really have to ask?
Locke: Of course not. I wouldn’t have you any other way. Let’s do this.
Keyes: Yeah. We can win this.
((The two women put their arms out and bump forearms as the scene cuts back to ringside.))
Match Five: High Roller Number One Contender's Match
Zooey West-Jaa versus Silas Romero
KV: Here comes an exciting contest for a shot at the High Roller Championship as Zooey West-Jaa looks for redemption against Hutch Lanahan. Silas Romero has also been having issues with Hutch lately.
SG: I don't care who wins this one as long as one of them beats Hutch at Insurrection.
KV: Well that's not a nice way to go about it.
SG: I don't care!!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… Hailing from Phucket, Thaliand and weighing in at 120 pounds… ZOEEEEY WEST-JAAAAAA!
((“Sit Still, Look Pretty” by Daya hits over the speakers as Zooey West-Jaa steps out onto the stage in a pair of long black wrestling tights and a Royal blue silk boxers robe, the hood up over her head and just down over her face. She rubs her taped hands together, cracking her knuckles as she walks down the ramp. Reaching up for the middle ropes she pulls herself onto the apron before pulling back with both hands on the top rope and jumping over the top to land in the ring with a small bounce on her toes. She continues to bounce back and forth on her toes a little as she sheds her robe and turns to face the ramp, awaiting her opponent.))
KV: There's an intensity in Zooey's eyes that are hard to match.
SG: She's hot and lethal!
KV: It always comes down to how someone looks for you.
SG: Hey, I'm just honest!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... from Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 230 pounds... SILAS ROMEROOO!!!
((With the lights dimming down in the arena, various gold spotlights start going over the crowd. The super thrashy, post-hardcore sounds of "Snake Oil" by Good Tiger fill the arena, with the gold and maroon lights pulsing to the beat. Once the vocals come in full force, the "Hipster Hercules" Silas Romero emerges onto the stage with one spotlight shining onto him. Silas stares out into the crowd, while the crowd is cheering and chanting his name. As soon as the first breakdown kicks in on the song, Silas slowly elevates his right arm up to chest level; bending it at the elbow so that his forearm runs parallel with his chest. The letters "#GKFO" are written across his navy forearm sleeve that go all the way up, connecting to his elbow pad, in a crisp, clean maroon font. A smirk rolls across his lips, before lowering his arm back down even slower than before. Silas strolls down the entranceway. Every so often he smacks someone's hand at ringside, but not many. Once he gets to ringside, he goes directly for the steel steps that lead up to the apron of the ring. Silas leans up against the steel ring post for a moment; again letting his smug smirk roll across his lips, just before stepping slowly between the second and top rope. He walks across the ring, straight for the hard camera side of the ropes. He leans forward, letting the top rope support his weight, while sticking his right arm out in front of himself. It is level with his chest and the letters on his arm are once again readable. He points to each letter with his left pointer finger. As the music reaches the final chorus of the song, Silas pushes himself away from the ropes and proceeds to make his way to the opposite turnbuckle and leans against it as he now goes into warming up for the matchup.))
SG: Win or lose, I like this dude! I think he can redeem his loss from two weeks ago.
KV: It was a tough loss to Damon Graves but Silas has had a great career and he will be a tough challenge for Zooey tonight.
SG: Looks like the referee is going to get this one under way!
KV: here we go!
DING! DING! DING!
((The referee reminds both of the rules before calling for the bell. Zooey is on Silas as soon as the bell rings, hooking her foot behind his she locks her heel at his ankle and nailing and elbow strike to the side of his head, she takes him down and over backwards. As he hits the mat she follows through with a hard stomp to the inner side of his left thigh, pressing her heel down with a twist to basically stand on his leg and turn to move away.))
KV: Zooey is doing early work on Silas' leg. She really is a killer in there!
SG: Once she targets a spot, she will be relentless. That's something I guarantee Josh Anderson has taught her.
KV: I don't doubt it.
((Zooey gives him some space to get back up, but as he does she takes him back to one knee with a chick kick to the side of his head, as Silas takes a knee Zooey targets his calf on the supporting knee with several short sharp kicks to his calf rolling his leg forward and over, all his weight landing on that ankle. As Zooey backs off, Silas gets to his feet but begins to favor his left ankle,a slight limp in his step as he tries to ‘walk it off’.))
KV: This isn't looking good at all for Silas.
SG: It really doesn't, Zooey has already taken his ankle out. She's amazing.
KV: I don't think Silas came into this one taking Zooey as seriously as he should have and now he's paying for it.
((She pushes up onto her toes and pulls him into a headlock, bearing down on his as he throws back some elbows to try and break the hold but Zooey doesn’t allow him to connect, ducking each shot as she bears down harder and his ankle gives again forcing him to go to a knee, using the bottom rope she adjusted her hold into a modified bulldog driving him into the canvas with a thud.))
KV: Zooey is showing off her Muay Thai, strong style training here tonight.
SG: This thing has been completely one sided and I feel bad for Silas.
((Zooey gets right to her feet and begins to target the weakened ankle now, she presses her foot down across his calf and ankle on the left side and rolls it, pushing with her foot until it is completely at and offset angle and then stamps down with her other foot, disengaging as she connects so his ankle bears the full kick ata juxtapose. The official warns her and she steps off for a moment with her hands up acknowledging the warning. Silas rolls to his back and sits up, Zooey begins to stalk around the ring, calling for him to get up.))
SG: Referees are idiots, they always end the good stuff!
KV: Silas isn't doing well in there and his ankle could have some serious career threatening damage. I think the referee should consider ending this before it's too late.
SG: Don't be such a pansy!
((Silas gets to his feet, still favoring that ankle and now avoiding some pressure on it, making it once again a target for Zooey as she holds back for a moment before the approaching Silas is hit with a basic one two combo on her right first and left elbow into a stomp on his instep, as he pulls his right foot back his left leg is forced to take his weight and she kicks it out from under him with a calculated smile as Silas hits the mat on his knees once more.))
KV: Just end it already, Zooey!
SG: She's having fun out there, I love it!
((Zooey pulls back to the ropes and as Silas goes to get to his feet she nails him with the S̄eụ̄x tea taking him down to the mat, she hooks her arm around the injured ankle and pulls it back with a twist into and ankle lock; with the leg already weakened, Silas tries to fight it off but is forced to tap.))
DING! DING! DING!
Jennifer Taylor: Your winner and the new number one contender for the High Roller Championship... ZOEY WEST-JAAAAAAAAA!
KV: That was very onesided.
SG: Two weeks in a row and Silas taps. I think he's going to be out for awhile after what Zooey did to him.
KV: I'm afraid you're probably right.
((The referee raises Zooey's hand in victory as her theme song blares over the PA system.))
((Backstage, Aurora Graves is standing in the catering area, dressed in her ring gear. Standing a few feet away with a half-eaten banana in her hand is Aurora’s manager, Alicia Perry. The heavily pregnant woman is reaching for a cup of coffee as Aurora looks on, shaking her head.))
Aurora: Alicia, you really should be sitting down...
Alicia: Would you stop treating me like some sort of special case? I’ve been pregnant before; I’m not gonna fall apart if I stand up for a few minutes to eat a damn banana.
((As Alicia takes another bite of the banana, Aurora sighs and shakes her head.))
Aurora: You heard what the doctor said... keep...
Alicia: ...physical activity to a minimum. Blah, blah, blah! And you also know damn well that I’ve never been one to stick to strict rules. I worked throughout my first pregnancy... hell, I even hit several countries during the last few months of my pregnancy...
Aurora: Which is PRECISELY why you need to be careful! I know what happened... The incident in New Delhi, going into labor in New Zealand...
((Alicia grabs a cup of coffee and sits down, opening a container of creamer into her cup. Seeing her manager finally off of her feet, Aurora smiles, breathing a slight sigh of relief.))
Aurora: That’s better. Look, I know I’m being a pest about that sort of thing... I just don’t want to see you go through a repeat of what happened with the twins.
Alicia: The twins came out strong and healthy, just like this one will. You just have to trust that I know my own limits, okay?
Aurora: Ugh... FINE! Suit yourself. I guess you know best when it comes to this sort of thing...
((Alicia looks up from stirring her coffee, nodding her head as she smiles.))
Alicia: Mm-hmm. You shouldn’t be worrying about me, anyway. You should be focusing on getting ready for your match.
Aurora: Do I look like I’m not prepared? Granted, it’s not the same as if I was teaming with Damon, but I am teaming up with the #FSociety Champion. I’m confident that we can pull off the win tonight. It’s just that...
Alicia: You’re thinking about Damon and the Trios match, aren’t you? Thinking about what it would mean if his team wins?
Aurora: Is it that obvious? Look, it wouldn’t be the first time he had a chance to be a World Champion. You’ve seen his trophy case. Guy’s got more belts than I do; he just doesn’t like to brag.
Alicia: Hmph...
((Alicia takes a sip of her coffee as Aurora pulls up a chair and sits down beside her.))
Alicia: Don’t know why you’re sitting here yapping away with me; you have a match to go win!
Aurora: Hmph... is that your idea of a pre-match pep talk?
Alicia: As if you needed one. Go on, kiddo... you’ve got this in the bag!
((Aurora gets up from her seat, making sure to avoid eye contact as Alicia takes yet another bite of her banana. She stifles a giggle with her hand.))
Aurora: Right... catch you later, boss lady!
((Aurora walks out of frame as Alicia shakes her head.))
Alicia: I really wish she’d stop calling me that…
((The camera switches as Alicia takes another sip of her coffee.))
((The cameras cut backstage to the catering area where Tyson Gregory is sitting at a table, his headphones in his ears as sits back, fairly relaxed with his eyes half closed. Allyson Morrow walks over to the table, pulling out a chair she slumps down into it, kicking her feet up on the table she smirks at Tyson who opens his eyes fully; she brushes the apple she’s holding in her hand against her leg before turning it over in her hand looking at it as he pulls his earbud from one of his ears.))
Allyson Morrow: Hey, sorry am I interrupting your pre-match ritual?
Tyson Gregory: Nah, you're fine. If I didn't want to be bothered I'd be in my locker room, what's up?
((She takes a bite out of the apple as he’s talking and makes a half shrugging motion with her shoulders.))
Allyson Morrow: Nothing much, just wanted to say thank - I know, you hate thank yous and stuff but this one you have to accept…
((He takes the other earbud out and shakes his head.))
Tyson Gregory: You are someone that I trust and that you have top of the line talent. It just made sense and maybe I should just thank you for stepping up?
((She laughs and shakes her head, throwing her feet to the floor and resting her elbows on the table to lean in closer.))
Allyson Morrow: Bullshit you should; you’re giving me an opportunity to show that I am actually more than just the brutality I showed last time… You didn’t have to do that; there are other WAY more established names you could have chosen so… Take the Thank you.
((She smiles, taking another bite out of the apple as she nods at him. He smirks and slightly rolls his eyes.))
Tyson Gregory: Fine, maybe I'll let you make me that dinner you keep wanting to do for me then. Happy now?
((He offers up a playful smile. She grins and nods emphatically.))
Allyson Morrow: Very, I promise not to poison you… Or at least, do my best not to.
((She stands up and taps her fingers on the table top for a moment.))
Allyson Morrow: I’ll see you in a bit, gonna go for a run burn some of this crazy energy off…
((She smirks offering him a wink in response to his playful smile before walking away.))
Match Six: Tag Team Match
Adrien Cochrane/Aurora Graves versus Locke and Keyes
KV: This is a very interesting tag team match ahead of us right here.
SG: How is Robb Hardy going to put together Aurora Graves and Adrien Cochrane after watching them fight last week?
KV: It surely is an interesting pairing.
SG: Then you’ve got these two girls getting a semi-main event match. Really?
KV: Locke and Keyes have worked hard so far and you know they are excited by this big time matchup.
Jennifer Taylor: This is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring... at a combined weight of 254 pounds and from London, Ohio... they are LOCKE AND KEYES!!!
((“Iodine” by Icon for Hire hits over the PA system. Sarah Keyes comes spinning out from the back with her arms extended out. She knees down at the center of the stage as her partner Daisy Locke comes out and stands over her. Daisy leans over, draping her arms over her partner and whispers something into her ear. They both then stand up and play to the crowd as they head down to the ring. They slide into the ring together, with Keyes spinning around a little with her arms still out. Keyes pops her head through the ropes with her arms out and Locke comes up from behind her and stands over her with her arms in the air. They head to the opposite side of the ring and repeat this process for the other side of the crowd. The two ladies stand together and whisper back and forth as they wait for the match to start.))
KV: Two weeks ago, Locke and Keyes had a big win over the duo of Corey Bull and Diem Masters.
SG: They didn’t look that bad.
KV: This would be considered a huge upset for them to win tonight.
SG: You have two, young newcomers up against two of our top champions.
KV: They look ready for the fight of their lives.
SG: They may look the part, but you know they are bubbling over with nerves and it will cost them.
Jennifer Taylor: And their opponents… Coming to the ring first... weighing in at 130 pounds and from Long Beach, California... she is one half of the #FSociety Tag Team Champions... AURORA GRAVESSS!!!
((The arena lights go out as the intro to "Cinnamon Girl - Extended Depression Mix" by Type O Negative begins to play over the sound system. A blood red light shines on the stage as fog slowly rolls in. As the guitar riff kicks in, Aurora Graves emerges on the stage, standing on the top of the entrance ramp as red light floods the entire arena with her Tag Title around her waist. She throws her arms out, triggering an explosion of red pyro from the ceiling. As strobe lights flash, she then makes her way down the ramp in time to the music, then climbs up the ring steps onto the apron. She then stands facing the outside of the ring, places one foot on the bottom rope, grabs the top rope and backflips into the ring as the house lights come back on. She moves to her corner of the ring, takes her title off, and gets in a few last minute stretches as she waits for the match to begin.))
KV: Aurora and Damon Graves were happily married on Halloween two weeks ago and she is also coming off a huge win over our #FSociety Champion and her partner tonight, Adrien Cochrane.
SG: Are these two going to be able to get along? I’d love to see Adrien pop her in the mouth and walk off after she tried to show him up last show.
KV: I doubt Adrien does something like that, and Aurora knows the importance of this match as well.
Jennifer Taylor: And her partner… weighing in at 190 pounds and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana… He is “The Dropkick King”... ADRIENNNNNN COCHRANNNNEEEEE!
((The lights cut off. The fans sit in silence. The opening guitar for "Last One Standing" by Simple Plan starts echoing throughout the arena and once the rest of the band kicks in, a set of two flames on opposite ends of the stage flare as the Dropkick King appears on the ramp. The arena explodes with cheers from the fan favorite wrestler.))
~~How many times are you gonna try to shut me out?
I told you once, told you twice, I ain't gonna turn back around
You can say whatever, try to mess with me
I don't care, I'm not scared
You don't have to say your sorry, save your sympathy
With a friend like you, I don't need an enemy
I would give you time if you were worth it
But guess what, you're not worth it~~
((Adrien Cochrane starts running down the ramp, slapping hands from the fans on his way down. He hops on the apron, hops over the ropes, climbs a corner as he holds his arms up in the air.))
~~Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, I'm always gonna be the last one standing
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, 'cause I'm never gonna give up trying
And now I'm ready to go, I'm here, I'm waiting for you
And I'm gonna be the last one standing
The last one standing~~
((He drops down and looks ready for the match to begin. Aurora Graves and Daisy Locke opt to start things out for their respective teams.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The two women lock up in the middle of the ring. Graves turns Locke by the arm and then Daisy counters with a hammerlock. Aurora spins around and takes Locke down with an arm drag takedown. She immediately puts Daisy into a rear chinlock. Daisy works her way up and throws some short elbows back into her midsection. Daisy then pushes Aurora off and into the ropes. Locke connects with a shoulder block but Graves remains on her feet. Aurora throws a stiff kick to Daisy’s chest and then she backs her into the ropes with some forearm shots. Aurora sends Locke back across the ring with an Irish whip. Daisy hits the ropes and ducks under a clothesline. Locke springboards off the second rope and comes back with a flying European uppercut that takes Aurora off her feet.))
KV: These two are throwing plenty of counters at each other.
SG: But that move landed.
KV: This is the first of many of these types of series I think we could see between Aurora Graves and Locke and Keyes.
((Locke pulls Aurora up and lifts her up for a suplex. She the drops her down face first onto the mat with a Gourdbuster. Graves takes a moment to get back up to her hands and knees. Locke gets some momentums off the ropes and connects with a kick to the face. Aurora rolls out of the ring and to the floor. She starts to stand up and Locke hits the ropes again. Locke looks ready for a suicide dive but Aurora pulls herself up onto the apron and lands a knee to Locke’s face. Daisy stumbles back holding her jaw in the middle of the ring. Aurora climbs up to the top rope and flies off with a missile dropkick. She ends up near her corner and tags in an eager looking Adrien Cochrane.))
KV: Here comes the #FSociety Champion.
SG: Adrien needs some redemption after his loss to Aurora last week.
KV: I don’t necessarily think that’s true but you know he has a lot of energy inside of him.
((Adrien doesn’t waste any time in pulling Locke up and then dropping her back with a side Russian leg sweep. He heads out to the apron and waves for Locke to get back up to her feet. He waits patiently and looks in perfect position for a springboard Meteora.))
KV: We’ve seen this before but its extremely early.
SG: Could this really be it? So fast?
KV: If he hits this Crescent City Connection it could be all she wrote.
((Cochrane finally jumps up onto the top rope and looks for the flying double knees but Locke rolls forward underneath him. They both scramble back up and Locke connects with a spinning back fist. Cochrane drops down to a knee and Locke stumbles forward into her corner, allowing Sarah Keyes to finally tag in.))
KV: She needed that one.
SG: It’s not a good sign to need a desperation tag so quickly.
((Keyes comes in and starts lighting up Adrien’s body with a series of kicks to both sides. Adrien stops her and knocks her back a step with an elbow to the side of the face. A dropkick comes in handy for him and Keyes falls back into the corner. He charges in and connects with a running dropkick into the corner that knocks Sarah down into a seated position. He turns around and brings Aurora Graves back into the action. Aurora heads away from Keyes but turns around and charges in, landing a Bronco Buster in the corner. She gets off, stomps Keyes in the face a few times, pulls her away from the corner, and then goes for a cover.))
KV: Will the Pie in the Face be enough to get it done?
SG: It would be for me.
1…
2…
((Keyes kicks out at two and starts working her way up to her feet. Graves maintains control of Sarah’s head and then starts drilling her with knees to the midsection. She slows down for a moment and Keyes swings around, taking her down with a back leg sweep to the legs. Keyes takes another step back and charges forward with a standing shooting star press. She stays on top of Aurora and goes for a pinfall of her own.))
KV: Very impressive.
1…
2…
KV: A safe kickout from one half of our Tag Team Champions.
SG: Aurora got caught napping there.
KV: Sarah Keyes is efficient with those legs.
SG: Yeah, those legs are something else.
KV: You need to stop.
((Keyes tags Locke back in. Daisy comes from behind Aurora and knocks her back down to the mat with a forearm shot to the back. She pulls her up in a hammerlock and throws her back over with a hammerlock back suplex. She pulls her up again and holds her arm behind her back again before tossing Graves to the side with a hammerlock belly to belly suplex. Locke takes her to the mat and starts working for a hammerlock ground submission. Aurora headbutts Daisy and lands an elbow from her back that causes Locke to release her hold. Aurora rolls over, twists up their legs together, and then drops back into a Muta Lock. Aurora lets out a scream as she yanks back on Locke’s neck.))
KV: The Rebel Yell. It’s locked in tight.
SG: Come on, tap out!
KV: Locke is fighting towards the ropes.
((Locke claws to the ropes and barely gets her fingertips to the bottom one. The referee asks for the break. Aurora is in her own corner and she tags back out to Adrien.))
KV: Daisy needed that break, but she brought herself into the opposing team’s corner.
((Cochrane comes in and takes Locke down with a drop toe hold. Locke starts to get up by the corner and Cochrane springboards out of the corner and hits her with a twisting splash.))
KV: The Ace-inator!
SG: That could be it.
KV: The champion is looking for the pin here.
((Adrien Cochrane pulls Locke away from the corner and hooks her leg.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr… No!
SG: I thought that was it.
KV: Locke and Keyes aren’t done yet.
((Cochrane pulls Locke up by the arm and has her in a hammerlock. Locke manages to twist around and transitions into a hammerlock of her own. She then drops him down with a hammerlock inverted DDT.))
KV: She connects with The Great Deduction.
SG: She’s making a mistake by not going for the cover.
KV: Locke is trying to tag out instead.
((Locke tags out as Adrien Cochrane gets up to his feet. Keyes springboards off the top rope and knocks him back into the corner with a flying kick to his face. Keyes then charges at Aurora Graves and knocks her off the apron with a firearm shot. She then turns around and Cochrane kicks her in the stomach. He hooks her around the head and drops her with a cutter in the middle of the ring. He goes for a cover and hooks Keyes’ leg.))
KV: He dropped her with the Adrien Cutter!
SG: Where did that come from?
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: What?
SG: It truly was… out of nowhere!
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… ADRIEN COCHRANE and AURORA GRAVES!!!
((Graves steps into the ring and gets her hand raised along with Adrien Cochrane. The referee then brings in their titles and hands them to them both. Keyes sits up holding her head and Locke remains on the apron looking a little shocked. Locke and Keyes exit the ring trying to figure out what happened. Cochrane and Aurora are left standing in the ring holding their titles out in front of themselves and staring each other down for a moment.))
KV: I think Keyes made a mistake in not continuing her attack on Adrien and sidetracked herself by going after Aurora Graves.
SG: She made a mistake and our champion, no matter what I might think of him, capitalized.
KV: This isn’t the last time we are going to see Aurora Graves and Adrien Cochrane in a ring together.
SG: No. He got the pin tonight, but you know he still wants back what happened at the last show.
KV: Now, the question turns to what happens in our main event tonight and who steps up as some of our next title contenders.
((The scene cuts backstage to Amber Richards who is walking towards the entrance way for her match when Chris Cane cuts her off and he has an angry and wild look on his face.))
Chris Cane: Amber you talked a bunch of crap on Twitter and cost me everything. You said you was gonna whoop my ass. Well I decided why wait!?
((Amber backs up a little but Cane takes a step forward. Amber growls and puts a stinging slap across the cowboy's face. Cane snarls and shoves Amber to the backstage concrete with force. He sizes Amber up as she starts to get up to her knees. When Amber reaches her feet she turns around seeing Chris jump forward, going for a superkick. Amber quickly ducks under it and before she can hit Chris, backstage employees pull the two competitors away from each other. The two competitors exchange words as their both pulled away by a huge group of people.))
((Static hits again on the screen. The camera is on one side of a steel fence and on the other side, two clowns in hoodies are pressing Horus’ face into the mesh. The sound is distorted as one of the clowns begins to speak so that his voice doesn’t sound recognizable.))
Clown: Pretty Boy Floyd… you are a fun toy to play with. But your battery is dying and it is time to move onto something a little more fun. We’re not going to hurt your little friend.
((Horus makes a noise and tries to fight back but the clown holding him pushes him harder into the steel.))
Clown: Floyd… you want a fight at Insurrection? You can have it. You get one of us. Inside a Steel Cage. We put you out of your misery.
((The clown that is talking stops and then kicks Horus in the back of the head. They drop him and quickly disappear out of the picture. The static hits again and cuts back to ringside.))
Main Event: Lethal Lottery Trios Final Match
Amber Richards/Seth Lawless/Damon Graves versus Tyson Gregory/Alex Jones/Allyson Grace Morrow
KV: Here we go. After watching two previous Trios matches we have come down to these six competitors all looking to put themselves into title contention.
SG: Anything can literally happen with this one.
KV: Insurrection is one month away. This match determines everything for that night.
SG: Why won’t Robb Hardy tell us what exactly is on the line?
KV: I don’t know, but soon enough, only one Trio will remain and we can find out who will get shots at what championships.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is the Finals of the Lethal Lottery Trios Tournament. Coming to the ring first… weighing in at 120 pounds from Essex, England… ALLYSON GRACE MORROW!!!
((The arena in plunged into darkness as “”Big Bad Wolf” by In This Moment hits the speakers. A single yellow spotlight travels up the ramp, as it hits the stage, gold pyros go off and the lights come up to Ally Morrow standing on the stage, her hand on her hip staring out at the crowd with a smirk on her face. Allyson walks down the ramp occasionally pausing to smirk over her shoulder at the booing fans, she then climbs the steel steps and walks to the middle of the ropes, leaning her arms across the top rope, she sits on the middle rope like a throne and poses on it for a moment before pushing up and flipping over the top rope into the ring she lands on her feet and flips her long blonde hair back with a grin. She turns on her heels to come face to face with Gray, she taps the back of each heavily taped hand onto the palm of the other with a smirk on her face before sarcastically waving at Malone, who simply rolls his eyes and signals at the official to ring the bell.))
KV: After Cass Baumer was attacked post-match last show, she needed to be replaced and Tyson Gregory and Alex Jones picked Morrow as their choice.
SG: That was brutal last week.
KV: Are you talking about Baumer getting kidnapped and hit with a pipe or whatever it was that happened to Gray Malone?
SG: Both.
KV: Yeah, that was a lot too much last episode. And now this psychopath is officially a member of the #FSociety roster and could earn herself a future title shot.
SG: It’s kind of a turn on.
Jennifer: Her partner... from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 220 pounds... he is ALEX JONESSS!!!
(("I Am Machine" by Three Days Grace blasts over the PA system as Alex Jones steps out onto the stage. His long two-tone hair is wet down his back and sides. He wears a black Alex Jones shirt and his wrestling gear. He gets down to the ring and leaps onto the apron before wiping his feet off and getting into the ring. He throws his arms out to the side before slapping his chest.))
KV: Jones looked good in his debut last show. Now he stands a great chance at getting himself a title shot at Insurrection.
SG: I like this guy’s style.
KV: There seems to be some good unity and communication already between this group. We will have to see if it translates into the ring as well.
Jennifer Taylor: And their teammate… weighing in at 221 pounds… He is the pride of London, England … TYSONNNNNN GREGORYYYY!!!!
((The lights in the arena fade out as the big screen comes alive. Two taped fists appear on opposite sides of the screen, one glowing red with fire around it, the other a pulsating blue with an electrical current running over it. The two fists then crash into each other with an explosion revealing the name Tyson Gregory in their aftermath. "Phenomenal" by Eminem starts playing throughout the arena as a bright spotlight shines at the top of the ramp. Tyson Gregory then steps out through the curtain with his head lowered and covered in a black hooded and a sleeveless zip up hoodie. Tyson flips his head up and the hood drops off his head as he makes his way down the ramp completely ignoring the fans. Once at the ring he pulls himself up on the apron where he leaps over the top rope and into the ring. He paces for a moment before settling in his corner where he takes off the hoodie and waits for the match to begin.))
SG: And here is the man who shouldn’t have to prove anything.
KV: But if he does win this, it cements without a fact that he is next in line for a title shot.
SG: He doesn’t need to prove that to anyone. We already know it’s a fact.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 140 pounds from Norwich, England... "The Gypsy Rose"... AMBER RICHARDS!!!
(("Everything That Could of Been" by Kittie blasts on the PA system, the lyrics rolling out. As the song explodes after the first verse Amber Richards makes her way out with her black hair flowing down as she throws her head back and lets out a laugh. Amber makes her way down to the ring. She runs and slides on her knee across the apron before resting her body against the ropes as the music fades out.))
KV: Two shows ago it was Amber Richards who got the pinfall for her team to get them to this match.
SG: She doesn’t mess around.
KV: Amber is tough and she is just as good and tough as her two champion teammates.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 218 pounds from Inglewood, California... one half of the #FSociety Tag Team Champions... DAMON GRAVESSSS!!!
((As "Dirty Angel" by Voodoo Johnson begins to play over the sound system, Damon Graves steps out onto the stage holding onto his #FSociety Tag Team Championship. The camera pulls in tight on his face, where he cocks his head to the left, raises his right eyebrow, and brings his fists together, knuckles out, so that the letters tattooed on his fingers are prominently display: STAY DOWN. Bringing his hands down, he takes his time getting to the ring. Once he gets there he wraps his arm around the ring post, with his elbow resting on the bottom turnbuckle. After scanning the crowd, he rolls under the bottom rope to enter the ring.))
KV: We’ve already talked about it with Aurora but Damon Graves is coming off his wedding.
SG: He’s a lucky dude.
KV: Already one of our Tag Team Champions, Damon has a chance tonight to put himself in line to fight for another championship.
SG: How would that work?
KV: I don’t know but I’m sure Robb Hardy has a plan for it all.
SG: Sure.
Jennifer Taylor: And her opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan… He is “The Problem Solver” and the reigning Anarchy Champion.... SETH LAWLESSSSS!
((“This is the Time” by Nothing More blares over the PA system. The lights go off and when the opening guitar riff plays a man blasts through the curtains. It is Seth Lawless. He steps out and he looks at the fans. He shakes his head at the top of the ramp and then heads down the ramp towards the ring. He looks out at the crowd one last time and looks dismissively at them before sliding into the ring and preparing for the match.))
KV: Lawless has a tough battle ahead of him with Corey Bull but this match could be another insurance policy for our Anarchy Champion.
SG: I’d like to see Lawless get a shot to beat up Adrien Cochrane.
((Allyson Grace Morrow is adamant about starting things out for her team and Amber Richards gladly steps in to oppose her. The referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The two women lock up and battle for positioning. Richards gets Morrow into one of the free corners and hits her with a punch to the body. Morrow fires back with a punch. The two women trade some more shots before Morrow switches their positions. Morrow gets in a couple of shoulder thrusts to Richards’ midsection. Amber gets a moment to breathe and then fires back with some kicks to Allyson’s body. Morrow backs into the middle of the ring, getting knocked back another step with each consecutive shot. Morrow changes the pace once more when she pulls Amber in for a knee to the midsection. She hooks her around the head and drops back with a DDT. Morrow gets up and tags Alex Jones in.))
KV: Morrow and Richards were very evenly matched there to start.
SG: Yeah, but Ally won that battle.
KV: I’m sure it isn’t the last time we see the two of them fighting.
((Jones heads up to the top rope. He jumps off looking for a splash on Amber Richards but she gets a boot up and catches him in the face. Alex stays on his feet and holds is jaw. Amber gets up and knocks him down with a running back elbow. Jones hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Amber chases after him and then around the steel steps. Jones looks proud of himself for getting away until he runs into a clothesline from Seth Lawless. Amber slides back into the ring and tags Damon Graves in while Lawless rolls Jones back into action. Graves pulls Alex up by the head and then knocks him back into the ropes with a European uppercut. Jones rebounds off the ropes and fires back with a big right hand to the face. Graves hits him again with another uppercut so Jones fires back with a chop. Graves grabs Jones by the arms and sends him across the ring. Jones holds onto the ropes instead of coming back in to the center of the ring. Damon ducks down in preparation for a back body drop, so Jones is able to dive forward and hit him in the back of the head with an axe handle smash. Graves drops down to his hands and knees while Tyson Gregory tags in.))
SG: Here comes Tyson.
KV: I want to see this matchup.
SG: Tyson will destroy Damon Graves in this one.
((Damon gets up to his knees and Tyson starts lighting up his chest with a series of kicks. Tyson steps back and then shoots for a superkick but Damon ducks it and manages to roll Gregory up for a pin attempt.))
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((Tyson kicks out and looks shocked at the closeness of the call. He gets up and rushes at Damon only to be thrown over with a high arm drag toss. Damon tags Seth Lawless into the match and there is a moment where Tyson and Seth stand and stare at each other. Lawless finally steps into the ring and the two men lock up.))
SG: This isn’t fair. These guys are friends.
KV: All is fair in wrestling and Lethal Lottery matches.
SG: But these guys are Twitter friends. They probably Snapchat each other. That’s like the tightest bond two people could share.
KV: You were actively encouraging Damon and Aurora Graves to fight each other a month ago.
SG: Oh, that’s just marriage. Those end all the time.
((Lawless looks very proud of himself when he takes Tyson’s back and has him hooked around the waist. Tyson shifts his position and then floats Seth over with a Northern Lights suplex. He doesn’t maintain the bridge and instead uses an Alligator roll to get Lawless into the middle of the ring. Gregory pulls him up into a Dragon sleeper but then lifts him up and drops him back with a Dragon suplex. Lawless gets up to his knees. Gregory lines up a second time for a superkick to someone’s knees and once again the attempt misses. Lawless avoids the shot and holds both of Tyson’s legs to try and pin him.))
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KV: Tyson kicks out again.
SG: And he has his legs wrapped around Seth’s head.
((Tyson lifts his weight up onto his head and wraps his legs around Lawless’ head before sending him out of the ring with a leg scissors takedown. Lawless gets up to his feet while Gregory hits the ropes and dives out at him with a suicide dive. Tyson gets up and poses for the crowd.))
SG: Yes! That was awesome.
KV: Tyson Gregory with a big shot there.
((Tyson pulls Lawless back up and rolls him into the ring. Gregory climbs up to the apron and propels himself over the top and down onto Seth’s chest with a rolling senton splash. He comes back and goes for a cover.))
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KV: Lawless with the kickout!
((Gregory reaches up and tags Allyson Grace Morrow back in. She doesn’t hesitate to come in and start stomping away at Lawless.))
SG: Now this I kind of like.
KV: These two are friends as well.
SG: Screw it. Kick him again. I like watching this girl work.
((Morrow helps Lawless up after a few more kicks and pushes him back into her team’s corner. She starts choking Lawless and trying to push him down into a seated position. She lets go of him with her hands but then uses the bottom of her boot to continue to choke him. The referee finally has enough and backs her off, admonishing her for the repeated chokes. Alex Jones takes the opportunity to get in a few shots at Lawless with the referee not watching.))
KV: Come on. The referee needs to get it together.
SG: He’s just the seventh smartest person in a six-person match. Nothing he can do about it.
KV: I can’t believe I’m actually rooting for Seth Lawless to get a fair shot in a match. Usually it’s the other way around.
((Morrow pulls Lawless back up and smacks him across the face. Lawless starts throwing wild punches in response and knocks Morrow back before connecting with some elbows and chops that send Jones and Gregory back as well.))
KV: That slap woke Seth Lawless up.
SG: Yeah, but Morrow isn’t done yet, either.
((Morrow kicks Lawless in the stomach and stops him. She leaps up and then flips Lawless over with a monkey flip into the middle of the ring. Morrow heads up to the top rope and leaps off for a frog splash, but Lawless gets his knees up. He kicks her off of him and then crawls over to his team’s corner to tag Damon Graves back in. Graves enters the ring in a hurry and pulls her up by the head. He drops her back with an arm trap DDT. Graves transitions into lifting her up and putting Ally into an abdominal stretch. Graves continues to pull at her and stretch her out but she eventually catches him with a wild elbow and gets Graves to slip up. She jumps around his midsection and then drops him down with a wheelbarrow bulldog. Graves gets up to his hands and knees and Morrow turns him over into a pin with a La Magistral cradle.))
KV: Beautifully transitioned right there.
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KV: Graves kicks out.
SG: Ally isn’t done yet!
KV: She counters right into an Anaconda Vise.
((Morrow quickly locks in the submission hold and Graves works to try and escape. He eventually manages to shift his body weight and turns her over onto her back. She keeps a hold of the submission, but with her shoulders on the mat, the referee begins to count the pinfall.))
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((Morrow lets go of the hold and kicks out at the same time. They both roll to their respective sides of the ring and tag out.))
KV: That was a great way to escape that hold.
SG: Tyson’s back in. Now let’s get serious.
KV: And Amber Richards is in looking for a fight.
((Richards charges at Gregory with wild kicks and punches. He tries to defend himself as best as possible. Tyson blocks one of her kicks and fires back with one of his own. Some space is created between them and Tyson fires with a spinning back heel kick. He hooks Amber around the head and drops her down into the mat with a headlock driver. He takes a step back and waits as Amber pushes herself up. He shoots for another superkick but Amber ducks under it, jumps to her feet, and then knocks him back with a superkick of her own.))
KV: He misses with that a third time.
((Tyson falls back into his own corner. Ally and Alex Jones tag themselves in at the same time and neither hesitates to jump into the ring. They both go after Amber who tries to fight them off at the same time. Seth Lawless Damon Graves come in and a brawl breaks out. Allyson Morrow brawls with Seth Lawless. Alex Jones breaks away from Damon Graves and drills Amber with a spear. Graves then takes Jones over the top rope with a clothesline that spills them both to the outside. Tyson Gregory pulls himself out of the corner and finally connects with a superkick to a kneeling opponent. Seth Lawless dives at Tyson Gregory and the two of them fall to the outside as well.))
KV: This is breaking down.
SG: Who are the legal wrestlers?
LV: I actually think its those two in the ring, Allyson Grace Morrow and Amber Richards. Amber is in trouble here.
((Morrow starts to pull Amber up and then drops her down into a Triangle choke. She has the move tightly locked in and Amber struggles in it. Seth Lawless slides back in and starts trying to stomp away at Ally to get her to break the hold. Damon Graves comes in as well and helps stand Amber up even as she remains locked in the submission. With Graves and Lawless taking the lead, the three team members lift Ally up and then powerbomb her down. Amber remains down on top of Ally and the referee counts the pinfall.))
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KV: Thr… No! A save by Jones and Gregory!
SG: Thank God!
((Alex Jones and Tyson Gregory dive in at the last second and break up the pin. Jones and Lawless spill to the outside again while Tyson Gregory rolls out of the ring before Damon Graves can get to him. Graves waits on the apron and Amber Richards reaches up to tag him in. Damon sets Ally up for a sunset flip powerbomb but she counters him and throws him over with a back body drop. She spits a black mist into Amber Richards’ eyes and then does the same to Damon. He stays on his feet and walks into an enzuigiri kick from Alex Jones from the apron. Tyson Gregory tags in, hooks Graves by the neck, and then drops him with a lifting single underhook DDT.))
KV: The End of Your Sorrow!
SG: And Jones and Morrow are keeping Lawless out of the ring.
KV: Amber Richards was blinded by Ally. Damon Graves is down and out. This isn’t right.
SG: Count that pin.
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DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… The Lethal Lottery Trios Tournament Champions… TYSON GREGORY… ALEX JONES… and ALLYSON GRACE MORROWWW!!!
KV: Tyson Gregory did it.
SG: Of course he did.
KV: Ally Morrow went to whatever length she could and her team are now owed title shots by Robb Hardy.
((Tyson Gregory is joined in the ring by Alex Jones and Allyson Grace Morrow. Amber Richards and Damon Graves receive help to try and restore their vision. Seth Lawless is shown leaving quickly with his Anarchy Title. Gregory gets his hand raised and the three team members stand around together.))
KV: This was another great match in this three-episode tournament.
((“You Don’t Know” by Eminem blares over the PA system and the fans cheer as the general manager, Robb Hardy, comes walking out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand. Tyson, Alex and Allyson are all in the ring looking up the ramp with questioning looks on their faces as Robb raises the mic to his mouth and his music cuts out.))
Robb Hardy: Congratulations everyone… And I’m not just talking to Tyson, Allyson and Alex. Seth Lawless, Amber Richards and Damon Graves came out tonight and showed that they could hang with the best of the best. While they came up short, that doesn’t mean that they didn’t catch my eye with their performance to get to this point and if they continue to keep on performing they way they did tonight, I see a bright future ahead for all three of them and hell, two of them are champions already, so this kind of match was expected, am I right?
((Robb smiles and nods as he pauses while the fans cheer.))
Robb Hardy: But congratulating you all on a job well done isn’t the only reason I’m out here. You all basically knew that the winners of this Trios Tournament were going to be rewarded and so I’m out here to present said reward. At Insurrection in four weeks from now on December 18th, Adrien Cochrane will be defending his #FSociety Championship against…. Alex Jones.
((The crowd boos. Tyson Gregory starts to complain as Alex Jones smiles.))
Robb Hardy: ... Allyson Grace Morrow.
((The crowd cheers with some boos mixed in. Gregory stops and relaxes for a moment. Ally nods her head while Alex gives a bit of a sideways look towards Hardy.))
Robb Hardy: And last but not least, the man who will be looking to reclaim the championship he lost to Adrien Cochrane… Tyson Gregory!!!
((The crowd pops at the thought of Adrien and Tyson going at it once more. Tyson nods his head and makes the motion of having the title around his waist again.))
Robb Hardy: That’s right, for the first time ever at Insurrection, the #FSociety Championship will be defended in a Fatal Four Way Match. To all the competitors involved, good luck… Because you’re facing some pretty stiff competition.
((Robb’s theme hits the PA system again before he walks backstage, leaving Tyson, Ally and Alex in the ring and they are all now looking towards each other in shock.))
KV: Did you hear that!? The #FSociety Championship will be decided in a Fatal Four Way!
SG: Which means that idiot Adrien Cochrane can lose the championship without even being pinned! What a blessing! I love Robb!
KV: Despite the bias, you’re right about that! Insurrection just got a whole lot more interesting!
SG: Tyson Gregory in the main event makes everything interesting.
KV: Indeed. With that being that, that’s all we have for tonight. Tune into episode nine of Anarchy two weeks from today where we will have Allyson Grace Morrow taking on a special guest in Jan van der Roost and Seth Lawless will be defending his Anarchy Championship against Corey Bull!
