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ANARCHY - 11/05/26 - 'Big' Dick Lichter - 11-07-2026
XWF Anarchy
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LIVE FROM BRIDGESTONE ARENA!
 NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE ![[Image: wireline.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/xCmXvVpR/wireline.png)
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The cameras come alive inside a SOLD-OUT Bridgestone Arena in the heart of Nashville, Tennessee! Thousands of screaming XWF fans fill the stands from floor to ceiling, waving signs, chanting for their favorite wrestlers, and losing their collective minds as the opening pyrotechnics EXPLODE across the entrance stage!
BOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOM!
The cameras sweep across the electric crowd, catching signs reading "ANARCHY RUNS NASHVILLE," "I LOVE FURRYS," and "FREE LIAM ROBERTS" before settling on the commentary desk, where Todd and Bama T are ready for an absolutely ridiculous night of professional wrestling!
TODD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO XWF ANARCHY! WE ARE LIVE FROM THE SOLD-OUT BRIDGESTONE ARENA IN MUSIC CITY, NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE! AND WHAT A NIGHT OF ACTION WE HAVE IN STORE FOR YOU!
BAMA T: YEEEEEEHAW! TODD, WE'RE IN THE HOME OF COUNTRY MUSIC, HOT CHICKEN, AND HONKY-TONKS! AND TONIGHT, WE'RE BRINGING THE MOST VIOLENT, MOST RIDICULOUS PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING SHOW THIS CITY HAS EVER SEEN!
TODD: TWO CHAMPIONSHIP BELTS WILL BE ON THE LINE TONIGHT! SUMMER PAGE DEFENDS THE REVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST APATHY IN A TENNESSEE MUD MATCH! A KIDDY POOL FILLED WITH MUD WILL BE PLACED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND THE FIRST COMPETITOR TO CLIMB UP AND RETRIEVE THE SUSPENDED CHAMPIONSHIP WILL WALK OUT THE WINNER!
BAMA T: TODD, I'VE BEEN TO A LOT OF MUD WRESTLING EVENTS IN MY LIFE, AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! I AIN'T NEVER SEEN ONE WHERE SOMEBODY HAD TO CLIMB A LADDER! THIS IS GONNA BE SLIPPERY, STICKY, AND PROBABLY A VIOLATION OF SEVERAL HEALTH CODES!
TODD: AND IN OUR MAIN EVENT, MISS FURRY DEFENDS THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST DEACON ST. JOHN AND THE LIBRARIAN IN A BROADWAY BRAWL! ALL THREE COMPETITORS WILL BE DROPPED OFF IN THE HEART OF NASHVILLE'S FAMOUS BROADWAY ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT! THE FIRST PERSON TO ESCAPE THE DISTRICT WITH THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT WINS!
BAMA T: GOOD LORD, TODD! YOU'RE TELLING ME WE'RE GONNA HAVE THREE WRESTLERS FIGHTING THROUGH A STREET FULL OF DRUNK TOURISTS, BACHELORETTE PARTIES, AND COUNTRY MUSIC COVER BANDS?! I GIVE IT FIVE MINUTES BEFORE SOMEBODY GETS HIT WITH A COWBOY BOOT!
TODD: WE'VE ALSO GOT AN ENORMOUS NUMBER ONE CONTENDER'S TAG TEAM MATCH! MARISOL VILARO AND A CLOWN FROM HER ARMY TAKE ON JOHN BLADE AND JAY FETU, WITH THE WINNERS EARNING A SHOT AT THE ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
BAMA T: AND WE'VE GOT THE BATTLE OF THE MISTERS! MR. OZ VERSUS MR. AMAZING IN AN X-TREEEEME RULEZ MATCH! THE LOSER HAS TO CALL THEMSELVES MRS. FOR THEIR NEXT ANARCHY BOOKING! TODD, THAT'S A STIPULATION THAT COULD DESTROY A MAN'S ENTIRE CAREER!
TODD: BUT BEFORE ANY OF THAT, WE'RE KICKING THINGS OFF WITH A VERY SPECIAL CONTEST! OUR CAMERAS ARE STANDING BY AT THE EAST NASHVILLE BREWING COMPANY, WHERE LIAM ROBERTS AND TOMMY WISH ARE ABOUT TO COMPETE IN A TENNESSEE WHISKEY MATCH!
BAMA T: NOW YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE!
TODD: THE RULES ARE SIMPLE! THE ONLY WAY TO WIN IS TO STUFF YOUR OPPONENT INSIDE A WHISKEY BARREL AND SEAL IT SHUT!
BAMA T: TODD, I'VE HEARD OF GETTING BARRELED IN A FIGHT, BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS! TOMMY WISH IS A DANGEROUS MAN, AND LIAM ROBERTS BETTER HOPE THAT BARREL'S GOT A LITTLE EXTRA ROOM FOR HIS DIGNITY!
TODD: OUR CREW IS READY AT THE BREWERY! LET'S SEND IT OVER TO EAST NASHVILLE FOR OUR OPENING CONTEST!
The camera pulls away from the commentary desk as the Bridgestone Arena crowd erupts into another thunderous cheer! The XWF logo flashes across the screen, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass and a whiskey bottle being uncorked.
The cameras cut away from the Anarchy arena to the East Nashville Brewing Company, where a makeshift wrestling area has been cleared between rows of brewing equipment and enormous wooden whiskey barrels. A handful of brewery employees and wrestling fans stand behind a makeshift barricade, beers in hand, eagerly awaiting the opening contest.
At the center of the room sits a massive, open whiskey barrel. A heavy wooden lid rests beside it, along with a mallet and several wooden pegs.
The rules are simple. Stuff your opponent into the barrel, seal it shut, and you win.
TODD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO ANARCHY! We're kicking things off in Nashville, Tennessee, with a Tennessee Whiskey Match! Liam Roberts and Tommy Wish are about to do battle inside the East Nashville Brewing Company!
BAMA T: TODD, THIS IS MY KIND OF MATCH! WE GOT WHISKEY, WE GOT VIOLENCE, AND WE GOT TWO MEN WHO ARE ABOUT TO MAKE SOME TERRIBLE DECISIONS!
Liam Roberts stands beside the barrel, examining its interior.
Tommy Wish cracks his knuckles.
DING DING DING!
LIAM ROBERTS - vs - TOMMY WISH TENNESEE WHISKEY MATCH! Our opening match takes place offsite, at the local East Nashville Brewing Company! The only way to win is by stuffing your opponent into a whiskey barrel and sealing it! |
Tommy Wish immediately charges forward and levels Liam Roberts with a clothesline that nearly takes his head off!
Liam hits the concrete floor HARD.
TODD: GOOD LORD! TOMMY WISH JUST FLATTENED LIAM ROBERTS!
BAMA T: THAT MAN GOT HIT SO HARD HE FORGOT WHAT STATE HE'S IN!
Tommy grabs Liam by the hair and drags him to his feet. Liam manages one desperate punch to Tommy's stomach.
Tommy looks down.
Then back at Liam.
CRACK!
A vicious headbutt sends Liam staggering backward into a stack of empty beer kegs!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The kegs scatter across the floor as Liam collapses among them. Tommy doesn't give him a second to recover, grabbing a nearby metal serving tray and smashing it across Liam's back!
Liam screams!
Tommy hauls Liam up and whips him toward the bar counter. Liam crashes chest-first into the wooden edge, sending a collection of plastic cups flying.
Tommy grabs a half-full glass of whiskey from the counter.
He takes a sip.
He considers it.
TOMMY WISH: Not bad.
Then he dumps the rest over Liam's head.
TODD: TOMMY WISH IS ABSOLUTELY DISMANTLING LIAM ROBERTS! LIAM HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET ANYTHING GOING!
BAMA T: THIS AIN'T A WRESTLING MATCH, TODD! THIS IS A LIQUOR-FLAVORED ASS-WHOOPING!
Liam tries to crawl away, dragging himself toward the exit.
Tommy casually steps on the back of his shirt.
Liam stops moving.
LIAM ROBERTS: Can we negotiate?
Tommy bends down.
TOMMY WISH: Sure.
LIAM ROBERTS: I quit.
TOMMY WISH: Wrong match!
Tommy grabs Liam around the waist and DEADLIFTS HIM OFF THE FLOOR!
GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE CONCRETE!
Liam lands in a crumpled heap.
A nearby brewery employee winces and slowly lowers his beer.
Tommy grabs Liam by the ankles and drags him toward the whiskey barrel, leaving a trail of spilled whiskey and scattered cups behind them.
Liam makes one final attempt to fight back, reaching up and slapping Tommy weakly across the cheek.
Tommy stops.
He looks down at Liam.
A long silence.
BAMA T: OH, LIAM. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT.
Tommy yanks Liam upright, hooks him around the waist, and delivers a THUNDEROUS POWERBOMB THROUGH A WOODEN TABLE!
KRAAAAAASH!
The table explodes beneath Liam's body!
TODD: OH MY GOD! LIAM ROBERTS HAS BEEN DRIVEN STRAIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!
BAMA T: HE'S DONE! HE'S COOKED! PUT HIM IN THE BARREL AND SHIP HIM TO KENTUCKY!
Tommy brushes the splinters off his hands.
He grabs Liam's limp body, hoists him over his shoulder, and carries him toward the massive whiskey barrel.
With absolutely no ceremony, Tommy Wish dumps Liam Roberts inside.
THUD!
A faint groan comes from the barrel.
LIAM ROBERTS: ...I hate Nashville...
Tommy picks up the wooden lid and drops it into place.
He grabs the mallet.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
Three heavy strikes secure the lid.
The referee checks the seal.
Then signals for the bell!
DING DING DING!
| Winner- Tommy Wish |
TODD: THAT'S IT! TOMMY WISH HAS DONE IT! AN ABSOLUTELY DOMINANT VICTORY IN OUR OPENING CONTEST!
BAMA T: TODD, THAT WAS A SLAUGHTER! LIAM ROBERTS CAME TO NASHVILLE LOOKING FOR A WIN AND NOW HE'S AGING IN OAK!
Tommy Wish raises his arms triumphantly as the referee declares him the winner.
Inside the barrel, a muffled voice can barely be heard.
LIAM ROBERTS: ...can somebody let me out?
Tommy looks at the barrel.
He shrugs.
Then walks away.
TODD: SOMEBODY PLEASE GET LIAM ROBERTS OUT OF THAT BARREL! THE SKELETON CREW IS COUNTING ON HIM BEING AVAILABLE FOR WAR GAMES!
BAMA T: GIVE HIM A COUPLE DAYS, TODD! HE MIGHT COME OUT AS A PREMIUM BOURBON JUST IN TIME FOR WAR GAMES!
The cameras return to Bridgestone Arena, where the Nashville crowd is still buzzing from the absolute destruction of Liam Roberts at the East Nashville Brewing Company. The ring has been cleared, the ropes tightened, and four competitors are ready to fight for a future shot at the Anarchy Tag Team Championships!
Marisol Vilaro stands in her corner alongside her handpicked representative from the Clown Army, the appropriately named Interrupting Clown. Across the ring, John Blade and "Main Event" Jay Fetu discuss strategy.
TODD: We're back inside Bridgestone Arena, and coming up next, a huge opportunity for these four competitors! The winners of this match will become the number one contenders for the Anarchy Tag Team Championships!
BAMA T: TODD, I'M CONCERNED ABOUT THIS CLOWN! HIS NAME IS INTERRUPTING CLOWN! HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO CALL A MATCH WITH A GUY WHO...
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: HONK HONK!
BAMA T: ...WHO KEEPS DOING THAT?!
The referee calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
MARISOL VILARO & A CLOWN FROM HER ARMY - vs - JOHN BLADE & JAY FETU NO. 1 CONTENDER'S MATCH! The winners of this standard rules tag match will become the undisputed #1 contenders for the Anarchy Tag-Team Championships! |
Marisol immediately steps through the ropes and onto the apron, directing the clown to get into the ring.
Interrupting Clown shrugs and steps forward to meet Jay Fetu.
Jay circles the clown, looking for an opening. He lunges into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Interrupting Clown suddenly ducks beneath his arms and pops up behind him.
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: Excuse me, have you heard about our lord and savior...
Jay turns around.
SMACK!
A massive open-handed slap across the face!
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: ...THE BACKHAND?!
Jay staggers backward, stunned!
TODD: WHAT A SHOT FROM INTERRUPTING CLOWN!
BAMA T: I DON'T KNOW WHAT CHURCH THAT CLOWN GOES TO, TODD, BUT I DON'T WANT TO ATTEND!
Jay charges forward with a clothesline. Interrupting Clown ducks, rebounds off the ropes, and catches him with a running crossbody!
Interrupting Clown rolls to his feet and reaches toward Marisol for a tag. But refuses to tag in! She tells the clown it’s his job to put Fetu down!
The clown turns back toward Jay, who catches him with a sharp kick to the stomach and whips him into the corner. Jay follows with a running splash, then tags John Blade into the match.
Blade enters and immediately takes control, hammering the clown with a series of forearms before planting him with a snap suplex.
1!
2!!
Interrupting Clown kicks out!
Blade pulls him upright and Blade punches him in the mouth!
The clown staggers backward, holding his jaw.
Blade charges.
Interrupting Clown suddenly produces a comically oversized foam finger from his tights.
He points it directly at Blade's face.
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: NUMBER ONE!
Blade stops.
JOHN BLADE: What the hell is that?
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP!
Blade snatches the foam finger and throws it out of the ring.
The clown gasps.
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: YOU MONSTER!
Blade swings.
The clown ducks.
SUPERKICK!
Blade drops to one knee!
Interrupting Clown hits the ropes and catches him with a swinging neckbreaker! But after hitting the big move, the clown lays on the mat in a state of comical exhaustion!
TODD: INTERRUPTING CLOWN IS SHOWING SOME SERIOUS WRESTLING ABILITY HERE TONIGHT!
BAMA T: THAT'S THE PROBLEM WITH CLOWNS, TODD! YOU NEVER KNOW IF THEY'RE GONNA MAKE YOU LAUGH OR KICK YOUR TEETH DOWN YOUR THROAT!
The clown crawls toward Marisol, desperately reaching for a tag.
Marisol leans forward.
Interrupting Clown stretches his hand toward her.
Marisol pulls her hand away!
The clown stares at her…
Blade recovers and grabs the clown by the ankle, dragging him back toward the opposing corner. He tags Jay Fetu, who enters with a vicious stomp to the clown's back.
Jay pulls him up and plants him with a powerful spinebuster!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Jay looks frustrated.
JAY FETU: STAY DOWN!
Interrupting Clown slowly raises one finger.
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: Counterpoint...
Jay grabs him by the throat.
JAY FETU: WHAT?!
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: No!
ENZUIGIRI!
Jay drops like a sack of potatoes!
The crowd ERUPTS!
Interrupting Clown springs to his feet, rebounds off the ropes, and delivers a beautiful standing moonsault!
1!
2!!
3-NO!!!!
JOHN BLADE BREAKS IT UP!
Blade stomps the clown, then hauls him to his feet and attempts to throw him over the top rope.
Interrupting Clown reverses!
BACK BODY DROP!
BLADE GOES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES TO THE FLOOR!
TODD: GOOD GRIEF! INTERRUPTING CLOWN JUST SENT JOHN BLADE FLYING! HE'S TAKING ON BOTH MEMBERS OF THE OPPOSING TEAM BY HIMSELF!
BAMA T: MARISOL HASN'T EVEN BROKEN A SWEAT! SHE'S OUT THERE GETTING A FRONT ROW SEAT TO HER OWN TAG TEAM MATCH!
Jay Fetu staggers to his feet.
Interrupting Clown turns around.
Jay charges with a desperate clothesline!
The clown ducks!
Jay rebounds off the ropes!
CLOWN CAR CRASH!
A devastating pop-up powerbomb sends Jay Fetu crashing into the canvas!
BOOOOOOOOM!
The ring shakes!
Jay lies motionless in the center of the ring.
Interrupting Clown drops to his knees, exhausted, and slowly crawls toward the cover.
But before he can reach Jay for the pin...
MARISOL: TAG ME!
Interrupting Clown looks toward his corner.
MARISOL: NOW! TAG ME NOW!
The clown crawls toward her, barely able to lift his arm.
Marisol stretches her hand as far as possible.
SMACK!
THE TAG IS MADE!
Marisol practically LEAPS through the ropes!
TODD: HERE COMES MARISOL VILARO! HER PARTNER HAS DONE ALL THE DAMAGE, AND NOW MARISOL IS FINALLY GETTING INTO THIS MATCH!
BAMA T: FINALLY?! TODD, SHE'S BEEN STANDING ON THAT APRON LONG ENOUGH TO QUALIFY FOR A PENSION!
Marisol looks down at the unconscious Jay Fetu.
She adjusts her hair.
Straightens her gear.
Looks toward the hard camera.
MARISOL: WATCH THIS!
She places one foot on Jay Fetu's chest.
Then throws both arms into the air.
1!
2!!
3!!!
| Winners and NEW #1 CONTENDERS TO THE ANARCHY TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS: Marisol Vilaro and Interrupting Clown! |
TODD: MARISOL VILARO AND INTERRUPTING CLOWN HAVE DONE IT! THEY ARE THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS FOR THE ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
BAMA T: MARISOL JUST STOLE THAT PIN LIKE SOMEBODY STEALING THE LAST CHICKEN WING AT A BARBECUE! THAT CLOWN DID EVERYTHING EXCEPT COUNT THE THREE HIMSELF!
Marisol immediately begins celebrating, sprinting around the ring with both arms raised!
She climbs the nearest turnbuckle and points toward the Nashville crowd.
MARISOL: THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE! THAT'S WHY I'M THE BEST! NOBODY CAN STOP ME!
Interrupting Clown slowly pulls himself up using the ropes.
He raises one hand.
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: Actually, I think we both...
MARISOL: I DID IT!
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: Well, technically...
MARISOL: I CARRIED THIS TEAM!
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: But I wrestled the entire...
MARISOL: YOU'RE WELCOME, NASHVILLE!
The clown looks toward the referee.
INTERRUPTING CLOWN: Can I at least get...
MARISOL: MY VICTORY! MY MOMENT! MY CHAMPIONSHIP DESTINY!
Interrupting Clown sighs.
He reaches into his tights and produces a tiny party horn.
PBBBBBBBBT!
TODD: WELL, HOWEVER YOU WANT TO LOOK AT IT, MARISOL VILARO AND INTERRUPTING CLOWN ARE HEADED FOR AN ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY!
TODD: Coming up next, we have a match with MAJOR implications: both for War Games, and for the next edition of Anarchy! Mr. Oz and Mr. Amazing are duking it out tonight in the BATTLE OF THE MISTERS!
BAMA T: That’s right, Todd! Both of our fearless competitors are already in the ring, and they’re ready to risk it all! Life, liberty, and limbs!
TODD: And only the winner gets to walk away as a “Mister”!
BAMA T: Talk about massive stakes!
MR. OZ - vs - MR. AMAZING BATTLE OF THE MISTERS! Two MR's walk in, but only one "Mr." can walk out! The loser of this X-TREEEEME RULEZ match will be forced to use "Mrs." for their next Anarchy booking! |
The bell rings, and the two men slowly circle one another.
Mister Amazing is the first to make a move, extending his arms and inviting Oz to lock up. Oz doesn't oblige immediately. Instead, he stands tall, staring down his opponent with that familiar, unsettling confidence. He raises his arms slightly, almost as if inviting the crowd to worship him.
TODD: "Two men with enormous egos, Bama. Two men who believe they belong at the very top of this business. But there's a significant difference between these two. Mister Amazing has spent his entire career trying to prove he's amazing. Mister Oz doesn't believe he has anything left to prove."
BAMA: "Well, one of 'em better prove somethin' tonight, Todd, because there's only room for one winner in that ring. And I got a feelin' Oz ain't gonna be particularly generous."
TODD: “No titles on the line in this match, Bama! But this close to War Games, every win has the potential for major mindgames, major bragging rights! Oz is here, as part of Team Judd Hollow, Hollow having won the Captain’s Match at Spooky Night Savage… Meanwhile, Mister Amazing is a member of Team Charlie Nickles, Nickels having finished second…”
BAMA: “The Nickles squad would love a win over a member of the Hollow Bunch before War Games! That’s as sure as sunshine!”
Amazing finally closes the distance, and the two lock up. Oz immediately uses his superior strength to push Amazing backward, driving him into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Oz obliges, but not before giving Amazing a little shove to the chest.
Amazing shakes his head, unimpressed.
They lock up again, and this time Amazing slips around behind Oz, grabbing a waistlock. Oz attempts to pry his hands apart, but Amazing transitions into a side headlock. Oz pushes him off into the ropes, and Amazing comes back with a shoulder tackle.
Oz barely budges.
Amazing hits the ropes again, but this time Oz drops down, allowing him to pass overhead. Amazing hits the opposite ropes, and Oz leaps into the air with a crossbody!
Amazing catches him!
The crowd rises as Amazing struggles to hold Oz's weight. Oz begins throwing elbows into the side of Amazing's head, forcing him to stumble backward. Oz slips free, lands on his feet, and immediately blasts Amazing with a big boot!
TODD: "What athleticism! That's a tremendous amount of agility for a man of Oz's size!"
BAMA: "That's what makes him dangerous, Todd. You prepare for a big man, you prepare for power. You don't necessarily prepare for that big man to start flyin' around like a damn gymnast!"
Oz pulls Amazing up and sends him into the ropes. He catches him on the rebound with a hip toss, sending him crashing to the canvas. Oz follows up with a knee drop across the chest before grabbing Amazing by the throat and hauling him back to his feet.
A gorilla press!
Oz lifts Amazing overhead, holds him there for a moment, and drops him stomach-first across his knee with a devastating gutbuster!
Oz covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO! Amazing kicks out.
Oz doesn't appear particularly bothered. He sits up, looking down at Amazing with a slight smirk.
BAMA: "That was a statement. Oz is tellin' this man exactly what kind of night he's in for."
TODD: "And Mister Amazing needs to find an answer quickly. He's been away from this ring for a long time, and he's facing a man who has made an entire philosophy out of dominating his opponents."
Oz brings Amazing to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges in with a high knee, catching Amazing flush in the jaw. Oz grabs him by the waist and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle.
The crowd watches as Oz climbs up after him.
TODD: "What on earth is he thinking here?"
BAMA: “Knowing Oz, how to commit a murder AND perform a miracle at the same time. Like if Jeffrey Dahmer asked himself what Jesus would do.
Oz hooks Amazing around the waist and attempts a back superplex!
But Amazing fights back, hammering Oz with a series of punches to the ribs. Oz loses his footing momentarily, and Amazing takes advantage, shoving him backward!
Oz drops to the canvas.
Amazing steadies himself on the top rope, looks out at the crowd, and launches himself into the air!
A diving crossbody!
Oz catches him again!
But Amazing anticipates it this time, shifting his weight and rolling through the catch, landing on top of Oz!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO! Oz powers out!
Both men scramble back to their feet. Amazing throws a clothesline, but Oz ducks underneath. Oz swings a clothesline of his own, and Amazing ducks that as well.
Amazing turns and connects with a superkick!
Oz staggers!
Amazing follows with a second superkick, sending Oz stumbling backward into the ropes. Amazing charges forward and connects with a SPEAR!
Oz folds in half!
TODD: "SPEAR! MISTER AMAZING JUST CUT HIM IN TWO!"
BAMA: “I think this would be an upset! Big victory here for the Amazing One!”
Amazing hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Oz gets the shoulder up!
Amazing looks toward the referee, holding up three fingers in disbelief. The referee insists it was only two.
BAMA: "That's the problem with facin' a man like Oz. You can hit him with everything you've got, and he still gets back up!"
Amazing slaps the mat and begins pulling himself up. He looks toward the crowd, trying to build some momentum. Oz is still down, but slowly beginning to stir.
Amazing grabs Oz by the head and pulls him upright. He hooks the arm and delivers a DDT!
Oz hits the canvas hard.
Amazing rolls him onto his back and heads toward the corner.
He climbs to the second rope, then launches himself into the air!
THE AMAZING SPLASH!
A low-down frog splash connects across Oz's back!
Amazing rolls over and hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
NO!
Oz gets his shoulder up at the very last moment!
TODD: "HOW?! How did Mister Oz survive that?!"
Bama: "Because he's Mister Oz, Todd! You don't get to where he is by layin' down when somebody hits you with a frog splash!"
Amazing sits up, his eyes wide. He looks at the referee, then back at Oz. He shakes his head, almost laughing at the absurdity of it.
He knows he's going to have to do something bigger.
Amazing grabs Oz and begins pulling him upright. He attempts to lift him, but Oz fights back with a knee to the midsection. Amazing doubles over, and Oz follows with a forearm to the back.
Oz takes a step back, then charges forward with a striking spear!
Amazing is driven backward into the corner!
Oz follows up with a series of heavy shoulder thrusts, each one driving the air from Amazing's lungs. The referee begins his count, forcing Oz to back away.
Oz raises his arms again, soaking in the reaction.
He turns back toward Amazing, who is slumped in the corner.
Oz charges!
Amazing moves!
Oz crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles, and Amazing quickly grabs him from behind, rolling him up!
ONE!
TWO!
Oz kicks out!
Both men scramble to their feet, and Amazing catches Oz with a spinebuster!
Oz crashes hard!
Amazing immediately drops down and begins hammering away with forearms. He's not giving Oz a moment to breathe.
TODD: "Mister Amazing is throwing everything he has at the former Universal Champion!"
BAMA: "And that's what he's gotta do! You give Oz time to think, time to breathe, time to get back to his feet, and you're gonna regret it!"
Amazing pulls Oz up and delivers a German suplex!
Oz lands high on his shoulders and rolls through to his knees. Amazing sees the opportunity and charges forward with a clothesline!
Oz ducks!
Amazing turns around—
PELE KICK!
Oz catches him right in the side of the head!
Amazing drops to one knee, dazed.
Oz grabs him by the waist and lifts him up into a delayed vertical suplex position. He holds Amazing upside down, taking his time as he performs a series of squats, demonstrating his strength while the crowd reacts.
One.
Two.
Three.
Oz finally falls backward, bringing Amazing crashing down!
BAMA: "THAT'S A LOTTA MAN TO BE HOLDIN' UPSIDE DOWN!"
Oz rolls over and looks down at Amazing. He places a hand on his chest, then slowly rises to his feet.
He looks out at the crowd.
Oz: "I... FAILED... YOU!"
Oz spreads his arms, basking in the moment.
TODD: "He's calling for it! He's calling for I Failed You!"
Oz drops down toward Amazing, reaching for his mouth—
But Amazing kicks him away!
Oz stumbles backward, and Amazing uses the ropes to pull himself up.
The two men exchange forearms in the center of the ring.
Amazing.
Oz.
Amazing.
Oz.
Amazing gets the upper hand, connecting with three consecutive shots before whipping Oz into the ropes. Oz rebounds, and Amazing catches him with a full nelson slam!
Amazing falls backward, exhausted.
Both men are down.
The referee begins counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Amazing rolls toward the ropes.
SIX!
Oz rolls onto his stomach.
SEVEN!
Both men begin pulling themselves upright.
EIGHT!
Amazing gets to his feet first!
He stumbles toward Oz, grabs him by the head, and begins setting him up for his finishing maneuver.
TODD: "WAIT A MINUTE! HE'S GOT HIM! AMAZING DRIVER!"
Amazing hooks Oz, preparing to lift him into the vertical suplex position.
But Oz fights it!
He plants his feet, refusing to be lifted. Amazing tries again, using every ounce of strength he has left.
Oz suddenly shifts his weight.
He flips over Amazing's back, landing on his feet behind him!
Amazing stumbles forward, his arms momentarily outstretched.
He spins around to face his opponent—
AND OZ IS WAITING!
I FAILED YOU!
Oz's hand clamps down over Amazing's mouth!
The Mandible Claw!
Amazing's eyes widen as Oz drives his fingers into his opponent's mouth, forcing him backward. Amazing immediately grabs at Oz's wrist, desperately trying to pry the hand away.
He throws elbows into Oz's ribs.
One.
Two.
Three.
Oz refuses to release the hold!
Amazing tries to back Oz into the corner, but Oz maintains his grip, using his tremendous strength to keep Amazing in place.
Amazing's knees begin to buckle.
TODD: "THE MANDIBLE CLAW! OZ HAS IT LOCKED IN!"
BAMA: "HE'S GOT HIM! HE'S GOT HIM! AMAZING'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO!"
Amazing reaches toward the ropes, but he's too far away. His hands begin to weaken. He tries one last desperate attempt to pull Oz's hand away, but his strength is rapidly fading.
His knees finally hit the canvas.
Oz drops down with him, never releasing the hold.
Amazing's arms fall to his sides.
The referee grabs his wrist and lifts it.
It drops.
The referee lifts it again.
It drops.
A third time.
It falls!
The referee calls for the bell!
| Winner: Mister Oz |
Todd: "HE'S OUT! MISTER AMAZING IS OUT! MISTER OZ HAS WON!"
Oz finally releases the hold, allowing Amazing to slump forward onto the canvas.
The referee checks on Amazing while Oz slowly rises to his feet. He looks down at his fallen opponent, then turns toward the hard camera.
He raises both arms.
BAMA: "I told ya, Todd! All that strength, all that speed, all that experience! None of it mattered once Oz got those fingers locked in!"
TODD: "And what a counter! Mister Amazing was moments away from connecting with the Amazing Driver, but Oz found a way to turn the tables and put him to sleep!"
The cameras return to Bridgestone Arena, where the XWF ring crew is putting the finishing touches on one of the strangest championship environments in Anarchy history.
At the center of the ring sits an enormous inflatable kiddy pool, filled nearly to the brim with thick, brown Tennessee mud. Above it, suspended from the rafters, hangs the beautiful XWF Revolution Championship.
A steel ladder rests against the ringside barricade.
The Nashville crowd is already going absolutely nuts.
TODD: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the Revolution Championship to be defended! Summer Page puts her title on the line against Apathy in a TENNESSEE MUD MATCH!
BAMA T: TODD, I HAVE SEEN A LOT OF STUPID THINGS IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, BUT I HAVE NEVER SEEN SOMEBODY PUT A KIDDY POOL IN THE MIDDLE OF A RING AND CALL IT A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!
TODD: The rules are straightforward! The Revolution Championship is suspended above the ring, and the first competitor to climb a ladder and retrieve it will be declared the winner!
BAMA T: AND THERE'S MUD! DON'T FORGET THE MUD! YOU GOTTA CLIMB A LADDER WHILE STANDING IN A SWIMMING POOL FULL OF DIRT SOUP!
Summer Page stands in her corner, eyeing the suspended championship with determination. Across the ring, Apathy studies the kiddy pool with an expression of mild disgust.
Apathy nudges the inflatable wall with one boot.
The entire pool wobbles.
DING DING DING!
 SUMMER PAGE © - vs - APATHY TENNESSEE MUD MATCH! A kiddy pool filled with mud will be brought into the center of the ring! The Revolution Championship will be suspended above the ring! The only way to win is by unhooking the championship belt! It's like a normal ladder match....BUT WITH MUD! |
Apathy immediately charges, looking to catch the champion off guard with a clothesline!
Summer ducks beneath it and catches Apathy with a sharp forearm to the jaw! Apathy staggers backward, then fires back with a forearm of her own!
The two competitors begin trading shots in the narrow space between the kiddy pool and the ropes!
Summer connects with a kick to the midsection and attempts a suplex, but Apathy blocks it, plants her feet, and reverses with a snap suplex of her own!
THUD!
Summer lands hard on the canvas beside the pool!
TODD: Apathy taking control early! And remember, there are no pinfalls or submissions in this contest!
BAMA T: TODD, YOU COULD PIN SOMEBODY FOR SIX HOURS AND IT WOULDN'T MATTER! YOU GOTTA GET UP THERE AND GRAB THAT BELT!
Apathy rolls out of the ring and retrieves the ladder.
She slides it beneath the bottom rope, then climbs back onto the apron.
Summer is already recovering.
As Apathy tries to pull the ladder into position, Summer rushes forward and catches her with a baseball slide that sends the ladder straight into Apathy's stomach!
Apathy doubles over!
Summer grabs her by the head and drags her through the ropes, planting her with a DDT onto the canvas!
The champion springs to her feet and grabs the ladder.
She drags it toward the center of the ring, but the kiddy pool is directly beneath the championship.
Summer looks at the pool.
Then at the ladder.
Then back at the pool.
Summer Page: You've got to be kidding me.
She carefully steps into the mud.
SPLORCH!
Her boot sinks several inches into the thick sludge.
The crowd laughs.
Summer grimaces.
Summer Page: Oh, that is disgusting!
She attempts to set the ladder inside the pool, but the legs immediately sink into the mud.
The ladder tilts dangerously.
TODD: Summer Page is attempting to position the ladder, but that mud is making it extremely difficult!
BAMA T: THAT LADDER'S GOT LESS STABILITY THAN MY UNCLE'S THIRD MARRIAGE!
Summer adjusts the ladder and begins climbing.
One rung.
Two rungs.
Three...
WHAM!
Apathy comes charging back into the picture and shoves the ladder!
Summer leaps off just before it topples, landing feet-first in the mud!
SPLOOOOOOSH!
A wave of thick brown sludge erupts over the side of the kiddy pool, splattering across the canvas!
Summer looks down at herself.
Her boots are covered.
Her legs are covered.
Her gear is covered.
Apathy smirks.
Summer charges!
Apathy catches her with a boot to the stomach and drives her backward into the ropes. She follows with a running clothesline, sending Summer tumbling over the top rope and crashing to the ringside floor!
Apathy immediately turns her attention to the ladder.
She pulls it upright, plants the legs deep into the mud, and begins climbing.
TODD: APATHY HAS AN OPENING! THE CHALLENGER IS CLIMBING!
BAMA T: SHE'S GOTTA HURRY! THAT LADDER IS SINKING FASTER THAN A COUNTRY SINGER'S CAREER AFTER A BAD TWEET!
Apathy reaches the fourth rung.
Then the fifth.
Her fingertips brush the bottom of the Revolution Championship!
But Summer Page has recovered!
The champion slides beneath the bottom rope, charges into the pool, and grabs Apathy by the ankle!
Apathy kicks at her!
Summer holds on!
Apathy tries to climb higher!
Summer yanks!
SPLAAAAASH!
Apathy comes crashing off the ladder and lands BACK-FIRST IN THE MUD!
The entire kiddy pool shudders from the impact!
Mud explodes in every direction, splattering the ropes, the canvas, and several unfortunate fans in the front row!
TODD: GOOD LORD! SUMMER PAGE JUST PULLED APATHY STRAIGHT OFF THAT LADDER!
BAMA T: WE GOT A MUD TSUNAMI IN NASHVILLE! SOMEBODY CALL FEMA!
Summer grabs Apathy by the hair and pulls her upright.
Apathy fires back with a forearm!
Summer answers with one of her own!
Apathy connects with a second!
Summer responds with a third!
Both competitors are standing knee-deep in the mud, trading vicious strikes as the Nashville crowd gets louder and louder!
BOO!
YEAH!
BOO!
YEAH!
Apathy catches Summer with a sudden knee to the midsection!
She hooks the champion around the waist!
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!
SPLOOOOOOSH!
Summer lands HARD in the mud!
Apathy rolls onto her stomach and pushes herself upright, wiping sludge from her eyes.
She looks up at the championship.
Then at the ladder.
She crawls toward it and begins climbing again.
One rung.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Summer is still down!
Apathy reaches for the championship!
Her fingers close around the leather strap!
TODD: APATHY HAS HER HANDS ON THE REVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP! WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION RIGHT HERE!
BAMA T: COME ON, SUMMER! GET UP! THAT BELT'S ABOUT TO CHANGE HANDS!
Apathy fumbles with the clasp.
The ladder begins sinking deeper into the mud.
She struggles to maintain her balance.
Summer suddenly rises!
She grabs the ladder and gives it a violent shove!
Apathy loses her footing!
CRAAAAASH!
The challenger falls backward, landing across the top rope before tumbling onto the apron!
Summer stumbles out of the pool, catches Apathy by the head, and drives her down with a brutal neckbreaker onto the edge of the ring!
Apathy rolls to the floor, clutching her neck.
Summer drops to one knee, breathing heavily.
The champion looks up.
The Revolution Championship sways above the ring.
She looks toward Apathy, who is struggling to recover at ringside.
Then she looks at the ladder.
Summer drags the ladder back into position.
She carefully plants each leg into the mud, testing its stability before beginning the climb.
One rung.
Two.
Three.
Apathy pulls herself onto the apron!
Summer climbs higher!
Apathy grabs the top rope!
Summer reaches the fifth rung!
Apathy stumbles through the ropes!
TODD: SUMMER PAGE IS CLIMBING! APATHY IS TRYING TO GET BACK INTO THIS MATCH!
BAMA T: SHE'S GOTTA GET THAT BELT DOWN! COME ON, SUMMER!
Apathy lunges toward the ladder!
She grabs Summer's boot!
Summer kicks backward!
THWACK!
The heel of Summer's boot catches Apathy square in the face!
Apathy staggers backward!
Summer climbs one rung higher!
Apathy makes one final desperate charge!
Summer launches herself off the ladder!
MISSILE DROPKICK!
Both of Summer's boots connect with Apathy's chest, sending the challenger flying backward into the ropes!
Apathy tumbles through them and crashes to the floor!
The crowd ERUPTS!
TODD: WHAT A DROPKICK FROM SUMMER PAGE! APATHY IS DOWN!
BAMA T: THAT'S IT! THAT'S HER CHANCE!
Summer pulls herself upright.
She's exhausted. She's covered in mud from head to toe. Her legs are trembling from the punishment she's taken.
But she's still standing.
She drags the ladder back into the center of the kiddy pool.
She steadies it.
She climbs.
One rung.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
The Nashville crowd rises to its feet!
Summer reaches the top.
She stretches both arms toward the Revolution Championship.
Her fingers close around the belt.
She works the clasp.
Once.
Twice.
CLICK!
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMES FREE!
DING DING DING!
| Winner and STILL Revolution Champion- “Spoiled” Summer Page |
TODD: SHE'S DONE IT! SUMMER PAGE HAS RETAINED THE XWF REVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP! WHAT A HARD-FOUGHT VICTORY HERE IN NASHVILLE!
BAMA T: THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, TODD! NO SHORTCUTS, NO NONSENSE! SUMMER PAGE JUST WENT THROUGH A WHOLE SWIMMING POOL OF MUD AND CAME OUT STILL HOLDING THE GOLD!
Summer Page stands atop the ladder, raising the Revolution Championship high above her head as the Bridgestone Arena crowd cheers!
Her face is streaked with mud. Her hair is a mess. Her gear looks like it's been dragged through a swamp.
But the championship is still hers!
At ringside, Apathy slowly pulls herself to her feet, looking up at the champion with frustration. She had come within inches of taking the gold, but tonight simply wasn't her night.
Summer looks down at her challenger.
For a moment, the two competitors lock eyes.
Apathy gives a reluctant nod.
Summer returns it.
Then the champion raises her title again.
TODD: A tremendous effort from Apathy, but Summer Page proves once again why she is the Revolution Champion!
BAMA T: AND SOMEBODY GET THAT WOMAN A SHOWER! SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE JUST WON A FIGHT WITH A TRACTOR!
Summer carefully climbs down the ladder, steps out of the mud-filled kiddy pool, and rolls beneath the bottom rope.
She raises her championship one final time on the entrance ramp before disappearing backstage.
Behind her, the ring crew stares at the mud-covered canvas.
One crew member looks at the kiddy pool.
Then at the ladder.
Then at the enormous mess surrounding them.
He slowly shakes his head.
BAMA T: TODD, I HOPE THEY'RE PAYING THAT RING CREW OVERTIME!
The cameras return to a PACKED Bridgestone Arena, where thousands of XWF fans are on their feet for the main event of the evening!
Three competitors. One championship. The streets of downtown Nashville.
And the possibility of witnessing the end of one of the most dominant championship reigns in Anarchy history.
TODD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS TIME FOR OUR MAIN EVENT! MISS FURRY HAS BEEN AN UNSTOPPABLE FORCE AS ANARCHY CHAMPION! SHE HAS TURNED BACK CHALLENGER AFTER CHALLENGER, BUT TONIGHT SHE FACES TWO OPPONENTS IN ONE OF THE MOST UNPREDICTABLE MATCHES WE HAVE EVER SEEN!
BAMA T: TODD, I'VE BEEN DOWN ON BROADWAY! THERE'S PEOPLE PLAYING GUITARS, PEOPLE FALLING OFF BARSTOOLS, PEOPLE GETTING MARRIED TO STRANGERS! AND NOW WE'RE DROPPING THREE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS INTO THE MIDDLE OF IT WITH A CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE?!
TODD: THE RULES ARE SIMPLE! ALL THREE COMPETITORS WILL BEGIN IN THE HEART OF NASHVILLE'S BROADWAY ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT! THE FIRST COMPETITOR TO LEAVE THE DISTRICT WITH THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP IN THEIR POSSESSION WILL BE DECLARED THE WINNER!
BAMA T: WHICH MEANS YOU CAN BEAT SOMEBODY HALF TO DEATH AND IT WON'T MEAN A THING IF YOU CAN'T GET THAT BELT OUT OF DOWNTOWN!
TODD: AND LET'S NOT FORGET, THE LIBRARIAN HAS HER ASSISTANT JAMISON WITH HER TONIGHT! THAT COULD GIVE HER A CRITICAL ADVANTAGE!
BAMA T: I HOPE JAMISON HAS GOOD HEALTH INSURANCE!
The broadcast cuts to Broadway.
Neon signs illuminate the crowded street. Country music pours from the open doors of honky-tonks. Tourists in cowboy boots wander between bars, pedal taverns crawl through traffic, and a bachelorette party is already screaming at a man dressed as Elvis Presley.
A temporary XWF security perimeter has been established around a section of the street.
At its center stands Miss Furry.
The Anarchy Champion holds her title over one shoulder, staring at the challengers with the absolute confidence of someone who has spent her reign making a mockery of the opposition.
Across from her stands Deacon St. John.
Focused. Dangerous. Ready.
A few feet away, The Librarian adjusts her glasses while Jamison nervously clutches a leather satchel containing what appears to be a collection of reference materials.
DING DING DING!
  MISS FURRY © - vs - DEACON ST. JOHN - vs - THE LIBRARIAN BROADWAY BRAWL! All three competitors will be dropped off square in the middle of Nashville's Broadway district! The first person to leave the entertainment district with the Anarchy Championship belt will be declared the winner! |
Miss Furry immediately BLASTS The Librarian across the face with the championship belt!
The Librarian goes sprawling across the pavement!
TODD: GOOD LORD! MISS FURRY HAS WASTED ABSOLUTELY NO TIME!
BAMA T: WELL, THAT'S ONE WAY TO GET OUT OF PAYING YOUR LIBRARY FEES!
Deacon charges!
Furry ducks his opening strike and drives the championship into his stomach, doubling him over. She swings again, but Deacon catches her wrist!
The two stare at one another.
Deacon slowly twists her arm.
Furry refuses to release the belt.
Deacon drives a knee into her midsection and shoves her backward into the side of a parked pickup truck!
BOOOOOOM!
The truck's alarm immediately begins blaring.
Miss Furry rebounds off the door and catches Deacon with a vicious forearm!
He answers with one of his own!
They trade punches in the middle of Broadway while tourists scream and scramble away from the security barricades.
The Librarian staggers to her feet.
She grabs a hardcover book from Jamison's satchel.
WHACK!
The book connects with Deacon's head!
Deacon staggers.
The Librarian swings again!
WHACK!
Miss Furry takes one across the jaw!
TODD: THE LIBRARIAN IS FIGHTING BACK! SHE'S USING THOSE BOOKS AS WEAPONS!
BAMA T: TODD, THAT'S THE MOST VIOLENT LITERACY PROGRAM I'VE EVER SEEN!
The Librarian raises the book for a third strike.
Deacon catches it.
He looks at the cover.
A BRIEF HISTORY OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION.
Deacon looks at The Librarian.
DEACON ST. JOHN: Brief?
He rips the book from her hands and smashes it across her head!
Pages explode into the air!
The Librarian stumbles backward into Jamison, sending both of them crashing against a street vendor's cart.
Miss Furry charges Deacon from behind and tackles him across the hood of the pickup truck!
The two roll over the metal and crash onto the opposite side!
A country music band playing inside a nearby honky-tonk abruptly stops.
A moment later, the drummer begins playing again.
Deacon St. John staggers away from the pickup truck, clutching his ribs. Miss Furry is already climbing over the hood after him, the Anarchy Championship still gripped tightly in her hand.
She leaps from the hood and catches Deacon with a flying forearm!
Deacon stumbles backward into the entrance of a honky-tonk.
Furry follows with a running knee that drives him through the open doorway!
The crowd inside ERUPTS as two professional wrestlers come crashing into their evening's entertainment!
A country singer onstage stops mid-verse.
Furry grabs Deacon by the back of his head and slams him face-first against the bar!
CRACK!
Deacon's forehead splits open!
Blood begins running down his face as Furry catches him with a swinging neckbreaker onto the hardwood floor!
TODD: MISS FURRY IS TAKING CONTROL! THIS IS THE SAME RELENTLESS OFFENSE THAT HAS MADE HER SUCH A DOMINANT ANARCHY CHAMPION!
BAMA T: SHE'S GOT THAT CAT-LIKE AGILITY, TODD! SHE'S BEEN RUNNING THIS DIVISION FOR MONTHS, AND SHE AIN'T ABOUT TO GIVE IT UP WITHOUT A FIGHT!
Furry wipes her hands on her gear, retrieves the championship, and turns toward the rear exit.
But The Librarian is standing in the doorway…
PALM STRIKE TO THE NOSE!
Furry stumbles backward!
The Librarian catches her with a Japanese arm drag, sending the champion tumbling across the floor!
Furry scrambles upright, but The Librarian follows with a running bulldog that drives her face-first into a discarded cowboy hat!
The Librarian rises, dusting off her hands.
THE LIBRARIAN: Jamison! Document that sequence!
Jamison comes rushing through the front entrance, scribbling frantically in his notebook.
JAMISON: Of course, madam! At approximately 9:47 PM, the esteemed Librarian executed a most impressive...
WHAM!
Deacon St. John catches Jamison with a PUMP KICK!
The chronicler goes flying backward over the bar, crashing into a tower of plastic cups and disappearing behind the counter!
CRAAAAASH!
TODD: OH MY GOD! DEACON ST. JOHN JUST KICKED JAMISON INTO NEXT WEEK!
BAMA T: THAT MAN WAS JUST TRYING TO WRITE A BOOK, TODD! NOW HE'S GONNA NEED SOMEBODY TO WRITE HIS OBITUARY!
The Librarian turns toward Deacon, absolutely furious.
She charges!
Deacon catches her around the waist!
POP-UP GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB THROUGH A TABLE!
KRAAAAAASH!
The Librarian crashes through the table in a shower of splintered wood and spilled drinks!
Deacon stands over her, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his forehead.
DEACON ST. JOHN: Put that in your book!
He turns toward Miss Furry.
The champion is already waiting.
NINE LIVES LOST!
Furry catches Deacon with a lightning-fast cutter that drives him face-first into the hardwood!
Deacon goes down!
Furry grabs the Anarchy Championship and sprints toward the rear exit!
TODD: MISS FURRY HAS THE BELT! SHE'S HEADING FOR THE EXIT!
BAMA T: THAT'S THE WRONG EXIT, TODD! SHE'S STILL IN THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT! SHE'S GOTTA GET ALL THE WAY OUT!
Furry bursts through the rear door and into a narrow alleyway.
She looks left.
Then right.
Then she starts running!
Behind her, Deacon St. John slowly begins to rise.
The Librarian is still lying in the wreckage of the table.
Jamison's hand emerges from behind the bar, weakly holding his notebook.
JAMISON: ...Chapter three... was a mistake...
His hand falls back from whence it came!
TODD: I don’t know if Jamison’s getting back up after that one, Bama’!
BAMA T: I’m not sure if anyone’s getting back up! This might be Miss Furry’s best chance to win the match!
Miss Furry emerges from the alley onto another crowded stretch of Broadway.
She moves quickly through the tourists, keeping the championship tucked beneath one arm.
A bachelorette party spots her.
BACHELORETTE: OH MY GOD! IS THAT A WRESTLER?!
Another woman points at the championship.
BACHELORETTE #2: SHE HAS A BELT!
MISS FURRY: Move.
BACHELORETTE: CAN WE GET A PICTURE?!
Furry sidesteps the group and continues down the sidewalk.
Behind her, a massive figure emerges from the alley.
Deacon St. John!
His face is bloodied.
His shirt is torn.
And he is absolutely furious.
DEACON ST. JOHN: FURRY!
The champion glances over her shoulder.
Deacon is charging.
Furry ducks behind a parked pedal tavern just as Deacon barrels around the corner!
He catches her by the shoulder and drives her into the side of the vehicle!
BOOOOOOM!
The pedal tavern rocks violently!
A dozen tourists scream.
One of them raises his beer.
TOURIST: HELL YEAH!
Deacon grabs Furry and whips her toward a row of metal barricades!
She reverses!
Deacon crashes into the barricades, sending them tumbling across the sidewalk!
Furry follows with a basement kick to his jaw!
Deacon drops to one knee.
She grabs him by the neck and attempts another cutter!
Deacon shoves her away!
RIPCORD LARIAT!
Furry is nearly turned inside out!
The championship flies from her hands and skids across the sidewalk!
TODD: WHAT A LARIAT FROM DEACON ST. JOHN! HE JUST TURNED THE CHAMPION INSIDE OUT!
BAMA T: THAT'S A 253-POUND MAN THROWING HIS WHOLE BODY INTO A CLOTHESLINE! FURRY JUST GOT HIT BY THE NASHVILLE EXPRESS!
Deacon crawls toward the championship.
His fingertips brush the leather strap.
But The Librarian suddenly appears from behind a nearby hot dog cart!
MISSILE DROPKICK!
The Librarian launches herself off the cart's serving ledge and catches Deacon square in the chest!
He crashes backward into the barricades!
The Librarian lands hard on the pavement, rolls through, and snatches the championship!
TODD: THE LIBRARIAN HAS THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!
BAMA T: SHE NEEDS TO GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE IF SHE WANTS TO KEEP IT!
THE LIBRARIAN: At last! A satisfactory conclusion!
She turns toward the nearest intersection.
Then stops.
A massive crowd of tourists blocks the sidewalk.
The Librarian stares at them.
THE LIBRARIAN: Excuse me.
Nobody moves.
THE LIBRARIAN: EXCUSE ME!
A man wearing a cowboy hat bumps into her.
COWBOY: Sorry, ma'am!
THE LIBRARIAN: SHHHHHHH!
The entire crowd turns toward her.
For one miraculous second, Broadway falls almost completely silent.
The Librarian smiles.
THE LIBRARIAN: Thank you.
Then a nearby bar erupts into a deafening rendition of a country music chorus.
The Librarian's eye twitches.
THE LIBRARIAN: I HATE THIS CITY!
Miss Furry comes flying into the picture!
RUNNING FACEBUSTER ONTO THE SIDEWALK!
The Librarian drops the championship!
Furry grabs it and tries to sprint away, but Deacon catches her from behind and drives her into a nearby streetlight!
CLANG!
Furry collapses to the pavement!
Deacon grabs the championship.
He looks toward the end of the street.
A temporary XWF boundary marker is visible several blocks away.
Deacon begins walking.
Then jogging.
Then running.
TODD: DEACON ST. JOHN HAS THE CHAMPIONSHIP! HE'S MAKING A BREAK FOR THE DISTRICT BOUNDARY!
BAMA T: LOOK AT THAT BIG MAN MOVE! HE'S GOT 253 POUNDS OF BAD INTENTIONS AND A WHOLE LOTTA GOLD!
Deacon reaches an intersection.
A Nashville party bus pulls across the road, blocking his path.
Deacon stops.
He looks at the bus.
He looks at the championship.
Then he looks at the driver.
DEACON ST. JOHN: MOVE!
The driver shrugs helplessly.
BUS DRIVER: Traffic, buddy. What can ya’ do?
Deacon slowly closes his eyes.
DEACON ST. JOHN: I hate this town, too!
A blur comes flying over the hood of a nearby car!
MISS FURRY!
She catches Deacon with a flying forearm that sends him crashing against the side of the party bus!
The championship drops again!
Furry grabs it!
She runs!
Deacon stumbles after her!
The Librarian is still several yards behind, trying to push her way through the crowd.
THE LIBRARIAN: MAKE WAY! THIS IS A MATTER OF PROFESSIONAL IMPORTANCE!
A tourist offers her a beer.
THE LIBRARIAN: I DO NOT WANT YOUR BEVERAGE!
She slaps it out of his hand!
BAMA T: Deacon and The Librarian both had their chance with the belt, but neither could escape the district! And now, that belt’s back home with mama!
TODD: Look at that kitty scramble!
The chase leads into another honky-tonk, where Miss Furry attempts to cut through the building toward an exit closer to the district boundary.
She bursts through the front doors, knocking over a promotional cardboard cutout of a country music star.
Deacon follows seconds later.
The Librarian follows him.
All three competitors collide near the dance floor!
Deacon swings at Furry!
Furry ducks!
The punch catches The Librarian!
She staggers backward into a table!
Furry catches Deacon with a jawbreaker!
Deacon stumbles!
The Librarian recovers and drives a running knee into Furry's stomach!
Furry doubles over!
The Librarian grabs her by the head!
OUT OF PRINT!
A beautiful float-over DDT plants the champion onto the wooden dance floor!
TODD: OUT OF PRINT! THE LIBRARIAN JUST PLANTED MISS FURRY!
BAMA T: SHE MIGHT BE THE SMALLEST PERSON IN THIS MATCH, TODD, BUT SHE'S GOT MORE TRICKS THAN A MAGIC SHOW!
The Librarian grabs the championship and raises it triumphantly.
THE LIBRARIAN: THE END!
Deacon rises behind her.
She turns.
He catches her with a shotgun knee!
BANG!
The Librarian flies backward into a table, sending drinks and napkins everywhere!
Deacon grabs her by the throat and hauls her upright.
He hooks her arms.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER!
THUUUUUD!
The Librarian collapses onto the dance floor!
Deacon grabs the championship and turns toward the exit.
But Miss Furry grabs his ankle!
She drags him down and immediately transitions into a crossface!
CAT SCRATCH FEVER!
Furry wrenches backward, grinding her forearm across Deacon's mouth and nose!
Deacon screams!
Blood runs from his forehead and onto the floor!
Furry pulls harder!
Deacon claws at her arms.
He tries to roll.
Furry adjusts her grip!
Deacon reaches for the ropes of a nearby decorative barrier, but there are no rope breaks in this match!
Furry continues wrenching!
TODD: CAT SCRATCH FEVER! MISS FURRY HAS THAT CROSSFACE LOCKED IN! DEACON ST. JOHN IS IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!
BAMA T: HE CAN TAP ALL HE WANTS, TODD! IT WON'T END THE MATCH! FURRY'S TRYING TO TAKE HIS HEAD OFF SO SHE CAN WALK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BELT!
Deacon plants one knee beneath himself.
Then another.
He begins to rise.
Furry refuses to release the hold!
Deacon gets to his feet with the champion hanging off his back!
The crowd inside the bar goes wild!
Deacon staggers toward the nearest table!
Furry pulls harder!
Deacon takes one final step!
BACKWARD CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE!
KRAAAAAASH!
Both competitors explode through the wood!
Furry releases the hold!
Deacon rolls onto his stomach, coughing and gasping for air.
Furry lies beside him, clutching her back.
The championship rests a few feet away.
For several seconds, neither moves.
Then The Librarian begins crawling toward the gold.
Her face is bruised.
Her glasses are crooked.
Her hair is a mess.
But she is smiling.
THE LIBRARIAN: Knowledge... is... power...
She reaches the championship.
Her fingers close around the strap.
A hand suddenly grabs her ankle.
Deacon.
The Librarian turns.
DEACON ST. JOHN: Where do you think you're going?
The Librarian kicks at him.
He holds on.
She kicks again.
Deacon rises, dragging her backward by the leg!
The Librarian grabs a nearby barstool and swings it at his head!
CRACK!
Deacon staggers!
She swings again!
CRACK!
Deacon drops to one knee!
The Librarian raises the stool for a third strike!
But Miss Furry springs up from the wreckage!
NINE LIVES LOST!
Furry catches The Librarian with another devastating cutter!
The Librarian collapses!
Deacon rises!
Furry spins toward him!
ANOTHER NINE LIVES LOST!
DEACON GOES DOWN!
The Nashville crowd inside the bar ERUPTS!
TODD: MISS FURRY HAS TAKEN OUT BOTH CHALLENGERS! THE CHAMPION HAS AN OPEN ROAD TO THE DISTRICT BOUNDARY!
BAMA T: SHE'S GOTTA GO NOW! SHE'S GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE EITHER ONE OF THEM GETS BACK UP!
Furry snatches the championship.
She stumbles toward the rear exit and pushes through the door!
The cameras follow Miss Furry as she emerges onto a quieter street near the edge of the Broadway entertainment district.
The music is quieter here.
The crowds are thinner.
The neon lights have begun giving way to ordinary streetlights.
Ahead of her, two XWF officials stand beside a painted line stretching across the sidewalk.
A large sign reads:
BROADWAY ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT BOUNDARY
CROSS WITH THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP TO WIN
Miss Furry stops.
She looks at the line.
Then at the championship in her hands.
A slow smile spreads across her face.
BAMA T: Miss Furry’s done it! She’s defended her championship belt yet again! There’s no one who can stop Miss Furry on Anarchy!
TODD: Not so fast, Bama! She still has to cross the boundary!
BAMA T: Look how close she is, Todd! Exiting the district is just a formality at this point! The match is all but over!
Furry begins walking toward the boundary.
A distant crash echoes from the alleyway at the edge of the district.
Furry glances over her shoulder.
Nothing.
She continues.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
The officials watch closely.
BAMA T: SHE'S DONE IT AGAIN, TODD! AFTER EVERYTHING THESE TWO CHALLENGERS HAVE THROWN AT HER, MISS FURRY IS ABOUT TO WALK OUT OF NASHVILLE STILL THE CHAMPION!
Furry reaches the line.
She raises the championship over her head.
She steps forward….
Her boot crosses the boundary…
Her heel begins to descend…
AND THEN...
A HAND SHOOTS OUT FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE ALLEYWAY!
It grabs Miss Furry by the hair!
The champion's head snaps backward!
The championship slips from her fingers!
CLANG!
The belt hits the sidewalk!
Furry screams as she is violently yanked backward, away from the boundary!
The camera swings toward the alleyway.
A figure emerges from the darkness.
Long hair.
A twisted grin.
A face that Anarchy fans know all too well.
CHARLIE NICKLES!!!
TODD: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL IS CHARLIE NICKLES DOING HERE?!
BAMA T: THAT'S THE NICKLEMAN! THAT'S CHARLIE NICKLES! WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM?!
Charlie has a fistful of Miss Furry's hair.
He drags her backward across the pavement as she claws desperately at his wrist!
Charlie just smiles.
CHARLIE NICKLES: Going somewhere, kitty?
Furry swings wildly at him!
Charlie catches her arm and drives her face-first into the brick wall of the alley!
CRACK!
Blood begins pouring from the champion's forehead!
Charlie pulls her upright by the hair.
CHARLIE NICKLES: You thought you were leaving?
He slams her into the wall again!
Furry collapses to one knee.
Charlie crouches beside her.
CHARLIE NICKLES: But we're just getting started, bitch!
He drags her deeper into the alleyway!
The camera struggles to follow!
Furry fights desperately, clawing at the pavement and trying to pull herself free!
Charlie laughs as he disappears into the alley with Miss Furry.
TODD: CHARLIE NICKLES HAS JUST COST MISS FURRY HER CHANCE TO ESCAPE! SHE WAS ONE STEP AWAY FROM RETAINING THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP!
BAMA T: TODD, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, BUT CHARLIE NICKLES HAS JUST TURNED THIS ENTIRE MATCH UPSIDE DOWN!
Then Deacon St. John emerges from the opposite end of the street.
He is barely recognizable.
His forehead is split open.
Blood covers his face.
His shirt hangs in tatters.
Every step is a struggle.
He sees the championship lying on the sidewalk and stumbles towards it.
TODD: DEACON ST. JOHN! DEACON ST. JOHN IS STILL IN THIS MATCH! HE'S STUMBLING TOWARD THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP!
BAMA T: LOOK AT HIM, TODD! THAT MAN HAS BEEN THROUGH HELL TONIGHT! HE CAN BARELY MOVE! BUT HE KNOWS WHAT'S AT STAKE!
Deacon St. John reaches down slowly, blood dripping onto the belt from his face, as he grabs the championship.
He throws the belt over his shoulder as he crosses the district boundary!
DING DING DING!
| Winner and NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW ANARCHY CHAMPION- Deacon St. John |
TODD: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! DEACON ST. JOHN HAS WON THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP! DEACON ST. JOHN IS THE NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!
BAMA T: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT, TODD! THE REIGN IS OVER! MISS FURRY'S REIGN OF DOMINANCE IS OVER! WE HAVE A NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!
Deacon St. John collapses onto his back, clutching the championship against his chest.
He can barely breathe.
He can barely move.
But he is smiling.
The referee kneels beside him and raises his arm.
TODD: WHAT AN INCREDIBLE NIGHT! DEACON ST. JOHN HAS SURVIVED A BRUTAL THREE-WAY BROADWAY BRAWL TO BECOME THE NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION!
BAMA T: BUT TODD, WE CANNOT IGNORE WHAT JUST HAPPENED! CHARLIE NICKLES CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND DRAGGED MISS FURRY AWAY FROM THE FINISH LINE! SHE HAD THIS MATCH WON!
TODD: YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! MISS FURRY WAS ABOUT TO RETAIN HER CHAMPIONSHIP WHEN CHARLIE NICKLES INTERVENED! THAT DAMNED BASTARD!
Deacon slowly sits upright.
He looks down at the championship.
He runs his fingers across the gold plates.
Then he raises the belt above his head.
The Nashville crowd erupts!
Deacon pulls himself to his feet with the assistance of the referee.
He stumbles toward the camera.
His face is covered in blood.
His body is battered.
But the championship is his!
The screen cuts to black.
| Thanks to BOTH of our match writers: Charlie Nickles! AND Peter Principal! And thanks to everyone who RPed! |