[Dark Match - Xavier Serikax was released from his contract prior to the event and was therefore not at the show. Adrian Cornell picked up the victory by default]

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Peter Piper: Hello everyone and-

Jim Coors: I'm Drunk!

Bertram Perry: Welcome to Anarchy Wrestling's All Nite Action Two!

Peter: I hate both of you.

Bertram: Well we don't care do we Jim...

Jim: *Belches*

Bertram: See he doesn't care.

Peter: He's drunk.

Bertram: He doesn't care.

PA System:

DOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNN!!IF YOU WANNA STEP UP, STEP UP...YOU'RE GONNA GET KNOCKED Dooowwn!

{Ben Morrigan steps out onto the entrance ramp next to the AW Gi-Screen wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black 'No Rules' shirt. He pauses for a moment as the crowd cheers, and he grabs the heavyweight title by it's strap thrusting it into the air as the crowd ROARS it's approval.}

Peter: And here he is...AW's second Heavyweight champion, and the first man to wear that strap since Kaige left us.

Bertram: Vinny Vegas should be wearing that belt right now.

Jim: Go Morrigan!

Bertram: You're supposed to be helping me...

Peter: He won that title fair and square and after all of this man's hard work and dedication, nobody in this company deserves it more. Jim's right...Go Morrigan.

{He let's them quiet just a little before he continues down to the ring, tossing the title over his shoulder he slaps some hands of some fans before he walks up the stairs and steps onto the apron, then gets into the ring. Morrigan climbs all four f the turnbuckles and shows off to the crowd a little before calling for a mic as his entrance music fades into the back.}

Peter: The fans love this guy.

Bertram: I don't know why.

Jim: It's because...ummm....*Jim finishes his sentence by finding a beer*

{Morrigan lays the title at his feet and stares down at it long and hard for a minute as the crowd waits in silence to hear his words.}

Morrigan:

.......

(The crowd hushes as Morrigan lays the belt on the ground at his feet very slowly after removing it from his shoulder and he looks about before finally speaking up once more.}

Bertram: Why does he look like he wants to cry?

Peter: This is an emotional moment Betty.

Bertram: He's a wuss.

Jim: *Cries a little*

Morrigan:

"Finally I have climbed the mountain and climbed to the title of Anarchist champion, but I did not do it without support, hardship and failure, victory carnage, challenge, and pain.. And I thank you all for wtaching the glorious violence..."

Peter: No...He's not gonna leave us again is he?

Jim: What?

Bertram: What the hell is he going on about?

Peter: I think...well he looks like.....erm..he sounds like he's about to retire.

Jim: *mutters* no...

Bertram: *Reading a porno* huh? Were we still talking about the wuss?

{He leaves another long, dramatic pause before he smirks sand speaks loudly.. picking up the title as he climbs a turnbuckle.}

Morrigan:

"But the True anarchy has ONLY Just begun!"

Bertram: Aww damn it.

Peter: I knew he was playing us on...

Jim: Whew.......I wasn't crying...

Bertram: Yes you were, get over it drunk.

Jim: I hate this guy.

Peter: We hate you too Jim.

{He drops the mic to the ring below and thrusts the title into the air once again, and the crowd roars it's support.}

PA System:

DOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNN!!IF YOU WANNA STEP UP, STEP UP...YOU'RE GONNA GET KNOCKED Dooowwn!

{Morrigan's theme shakes the arena as Morrigan exits the ring. Just as he hops off the apron, the PA switches songs.)

PA System:

Started out hustling ended up ballin, nigga I'm the shit get the fuck up out my toilet

{A man enters the entryway with a blunt in his mouth lit, as the song plays. He raises his hand and motions to turn it down. He raises a microphone to his mouth and addresses Morrigan after struggling to get through a fit of laughter.}

Bertram: Get a load of this guy

Peter: He’s stoned out of his mind.

Jim: I am not.

Jason Lovell:

*High as fuck & laughing* Congratulations on winning your title….. who did you beat again? Oh waaaaiiiit, that's riiiight...No one really knows who you beat cause it wasn't Jason Lovell obviously. Yeah buddy, that's me, ‘The Systematic One’ Jason Lovell... who were you expecting... the ginger bread man? But yeah Jason Lovell is a name I’m pretty damn sure everyone in this arena knows. I have had some of the most epic feuds in wrestling… and yeah I’m that guy… yep the one who owns the famed XWU!

{Jason pauses as the crowd boos him and Morrigan holds his stance.}

Bertram: Well at least we know his name now….wait…Jason Lovell….I’ll be damned if that ain’t-

Peter: The man who runs XWU, yes, and he’s trash talking to, and about our heavyweight champion.

Jim: It’s things like this that make people change the channel. I’m sorry you folks have to listen to us. I really am.

Jason Lovell:

Oh you were right about the Anarchy beginning now Morrigan...Just by me being here this place has begun to break down...Look at you...now you're nothing but an unofficial champion...and you'll never officially be champion....until you... beat... me in other words it will never happen I don’t fucking lose. You think you’re tough huh? Put that title against a man who fears nothing! Make any joke if you can come up with one… yeah I’m slightly perfect, pretty sure I have gotten more pussy and wins then you will ever get but anyways I will beat your meaningless punk ass anytime you’re ready to put that title up. I need something to break weed up on before I roll anyways.

{Morrigan looks ready to fight and is telling Lovell to come after him. Lovell looks to the crowd who cheers. Jason smiles and sets the mic down. He slowly removes his shirt, and Morrigan does the same by the ring. After removing his shirt Morrigan slides into the ring and turns to taunt Lovell again, but Lovell hasn’t moved and is holding the mic in one hand, his shirt in the other. }

Peter: I think Morrigan’s ready.

Bertram: He’s still a wuss.

Jim: Now who the hell is this guy?

Bertram: Is he kidding me?

Peter: No he’s not, just ignore him.

Lovell:

You want to fight? You really want me to come to the ring and kick your sorry ass right now? Too bad bitch I don’t waist my time and energy beating the hell out of worthless pieces of shit for no reason. I’m not going to get paid to come down there and beat your ass although it would be pretty funny I think. Also, I’m not going to walk out of the ring with a title either. You see I was always told if your good at something don’t do it for free and yes I did quote that from The Dark Knight. So once Alex decides to basically give me your title aka book me in a title match I will gladly stomp your sorry ass but for now I will leave you with this…

{Lovell points to Morrigan and then just turns on everyone, before leaving to the back. Morrigan slides out of the ring and darts up the ramp and into the backstage area, as we cut to a commercial.}

Peter: Whoa-Ho. I wish we weren’t sponsored right now because I think a fight is about to happen backstage.

Bertram: You can say that again. The Champ, just took off like a bat out of hell. Apparently Lovell’s words hit home, and Morrigan is out to prove himself to any and everyone…

Jim: We’ll be right black!

Peter: Back you idiot.

[Commercial]