vs.
DAN FIERCE
- - Standard Match - -
HAL0
vs.
JAMES RAVEN
- - Standard Match - -
SAM HAIN
vs.
ZACH RIZZA
- - Standard Match - -
MAIN EVENT
CENTURION
vs.
BRADY ANDERSON
- - Standard Match - -
“Like it or Not,” by Madonna comes over the P.A. system, and here comes DAN FIERCE to start off this edition of Thursday Night Anarchy! WINNER: RAGE The scene suddenly cuts backstage to reveal IMPACT'S SETH STEVENS violently stomping away at a fallen SANCHEZ. STEVENS picks up SANCHEZ before sending her face and shoulder first into a soda machine. STEVENS lands a knife edge chop following it up with a boot to the midsection. STEVENS brings MIA out taking her up driving her head first into the concrete with a Hangman's DDT. The crowd boos loudly as STEVENS stands back to his feet standing over the Cruiserweight Champion. The two men continue to circle, then meet in the center of the ring for a Collar-and-Elbow tie-up. RAVEN, with a slight power advantage, tries to power HALO up and over his shoulder with a single-leg, but HALO brings him back down and ensnares the newcomer with a headlock. RAVEN uses his strength to push the newcomer into the ropes and tries to catch him with a clothesline on the rebound. WINNER: JAMES RAVEN The bell rings, and JAMES RAVEN quickly rolls out the ring. For the first time ever, the crowd is booing JAMES RAVEN. He looks out into the crowd and shakes his head, and the XWF faithful are showering him with unmerciful hatred for his actions in the match. RAVEN takes a deep breath and leaves the ringside area, never once looking back towards the ring at the fallen HALO. The camera cuts backstage where we find SAM HAIN and JAYMZ DANTE sitting down in someone’s locker room. ZACH RIZZA is the first to make his way down to the ring, to a mixed reaction. The same response is given by SAM HAIN as he approaches the ring. Finally, they begin to circle as the match gets underway. RIZZA begins with a swift dropkick to the knee of SAM HAIN, quickly taking him down to the mat. RIZZA attempts to follow up with another kick, this time to the torso. Somehow, HAIN is able to evade and gets back up to his feet. RIZZA rebounds off the ropes and goes for a quick clothesline, which HAIN ducks and begins a barrage of various kicks, finalising by kicking RIZZA right in the gut. RIZZA clutches his stomach in pain, as HAIN seizes the chance to hook the leg and deliver a beautiful Fisherman’s Suplex. HAIM covers…ONE…TWO…quick kickout by RIZZA. HAIN gets back up to his fet, clutching RIZZA by the shoulders and burying his head between his legs. He underhooks both arms, before attempting a Double Underhook Powerbomb, but RIZZA sandbags and is able to reverse, sending SAM HAIN over his shoulders, but the underhook is still locked in. SAM HAIN drags RIZZA down to the mat with a Backslide Pin…ONE…TWO…RIZZA is barely able to kick out of that one. ZACH RIZZA was completely caught off guard with that one. Both men get back up to their feet. RIZZA runs at the ropes, rebounding and hitting a Cross Body Press on his opponent. RIZZA goes for a cover, but SAM HAIN is quickly able to put a foot on the rope, cancelling the pinfall attempt. RIZZA looks annoyed, before heading towards the top rope. SAM HAIN gets back up to his feet, springing up at RIZZA and hitting some lefts and rights to knock RIZZA off balance. RIZZA tries to battle out of it himself, but SAM HAIN resorts to using a headbutt right across RIZZA’S skull. ZACH RIZZA looks dazed and confused, as HAIN gets himself in position, the crowd immediately beginning to cheer… FINAL DESCENT! HAIN’S signature move makes it’s mark. RIZZA is down and out! HAIN quickly crawls over to make a cover, hooking the leg as he does so…ONE…TWO…THREE! This one is over! SAM HAIN wins the match! WINNER: SAM HAIN “Glamorous,” by Fergie blasts over the speakers. What’s going on? What is this? Here comes DAN FIERCE! The crowd is on their feet! DAN is dressed in a sequined tuxedo jacket with tail and a ruffled white shirt tucked into his wrestling tights. DAN climbs the steps and ducks between the ropes. DAN grabs a mic from a tech. As DAN gets to the center of the ring, confetti canons go off on all four corners, showering the ring and ringside with golden confetti. The music fades down as DAN puts the mic to his mouth. His trademark grin fades a bit as he lets the crowd react. CENTURION and BRADY ANDERSON are both already in the ring after making their respective entrances. The XWF LEGEND CENTURION is the first to make his move, quickly locking up with his opponent in the center of the ring. CENTURION is able to apply a waistlock, but BRADY delivers some back elbows to CENTURION’S cranium, forcing him to release the hold. BRADY quickly runs at the ropes and bounces back, leaping into the air with both feet aimed right at CENTURION’S head, but CENTURION is able to duck before the Running Dropkick connects. CENTURION goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but BRADY dodges and catches CENTURION off guard, hitting a Scoop Slam. BRADY waits semi-patiently for the opponent to regain his composure, before running at CENTURION with an attempted clothesline. This time it is CENTURION who evades, ducking beneath the attack. BRADY springs back from the ropes, going for a second clothesline, but this time CENTURION reacts quickly and delivers a hard Scoop Powerslam on BRADY. CENTURION quickly goes for a cover…ONE…KICKOUT! BRADY powered out of that one. CENTURION will have to do much better than that. CENTURION picks up BRADY by the scruff of the neck and sets him up for a piledriver, but BRADY somehow manages to counter will a roll up. He’s got him! ONE…TWO…NO! CENTURION is able to kick out just in time. BRADY seems to sigh a little, before lifting CENTURION off the mat. BRADY goes for what looks like a DDT, but CENTURION hooks his leg behind BRADY’S and falls forward, hitting an STO on BRADY. MATCH ENDS IN A TIME LIMIT DRAW; CENTURION RETAINS THE U.S. TITLE The crowd boos the announcement, with some chanting for five more minutes. The referee hands CENTURION the U.S. Title, and a staredown ensues between CENT and BRADY. Both men say something to the other, and CENTURION then extends a hand to BRADY, who accepts it. BRADY climbs out the ring, leaving CENTURION to pose a little for the fans as ANARCHY fades to black.
RAGE
vs.
DAN FIERCE
- - Standard Match - -
The crowd cheers loudly, except for a smattering of boos from the nosebleed section.
DAN comes down in his trademark sequined tuxedo jacket with tails and fluffy shirt, his grin fading a bit as he spots the jeering section. He steps into the ring and waits for his opponent.
“Crush ‘Em,” by Megadeth comes over the loud speakers, as RAGE comes down the ramp. The crowd goes crazy! RAGE makes his way down to the ring. RAGE comes to the center of the ring.
The ref checks RAGE as DAN produces a long-stemmed red rose from his jacket. DAN starts to hand the rose to RAGE. RAGE goes to grab for it, but DAN slaps him in the face with the rose, its thorns leaving scratches on RAGE’s face. RAGE looks angry! DAN brings the rose down on the other side of RAGE’s face, causing more scratches. RAGE is infuriated! Dan tosses the rose at RAGE, hitting him in the face.
RAGE lunges at DAN, who steps aside, tripping with a drop toe hold. DAN floats around on RAGE’s back, stands up, and goes to the corner to remove his jacket and shirt with a flourish. DAN raises his arm and shows that huge grin of his. RAGE gets to his feet slowly, and claps his hands.
RAGE motions for DAN to “come on.” DAN and RAGE lock up and this match is under way! RAGE overpowers DAN and tosses him across the ring! DAN gets up and claps his hands at RAGE. They lock up again! DAN gets RAGE in a side headlock. DAN grinds in the hold a bit, but RAGE whips DAN to the rope, freeing himself. RAGE meets DAN with a huge clothesline! DAN goes down hard! RAGE grabs him up and slams him down again. RAGE drops an elbow, and another. RAGE grabs DAN up and slings him over his shoulder and goes for a running power slam, but DAN slides down RAGE’s back. RAGE turns around and DAN kicks him in the midsection, doubling RAGE over. DAN drapes a leg over RAGE’s neck and drops him down with a DDT. DAN does a back flip splash on RAGE’s back. DAN picks RAGE up and whips him to a corner, but NO! Rage reverses it, causing DAN to hit the turnbuckles hard! DAN begins to slide down the buckles. RAGE yanks DAN back up, spins him around and puts him in the tree of woe! RAGE goes to the opposite corner and hits with a delayed drop kick to DAN’s chest! DAN melts to the mat. RAGE snatches DAN up and delivers a Dark Moon DDT! RAGE covers! 1… 2… NO! KICK OUT! RAGE pulls DAN to his feet and whips him to the corner. DAN hits hard as RAGE rushes in for a splash. NO! DAN moves! DAN delivers a kick to RAGE’s head! DAN picks RAGE up and delivers a kick to the… NO! RAGE caught his foot! DAN hits with an enziguri and follows quickly with a leg lariat to RAGE’s face! RAGE is kissing canvas! DAN shoots the half and covers! 1… 2… KICKOUT! DAN picks RAGE up. He’s going for the Makeover! DAN spins off the top turnbuckles and NO! RAGE stiffens up, preventing the final impact!
RAGE quickly grabs DAN up and delivers another Dark Moon DDT. RAGE has DAN over his shoulder. RAGE DRIVER! He goes for the cover! 1… 2…3! RAGE WINS!
STEVENS squats down before speaking to an out cold SANCHEZ.
"Consider yourself on notice. At Lord of the Ring your Cruiserweight Championship will be coming with me."
STEVENS stands back up to a vertical basis before spitting down on top of a fallen Champion.
HAL0
vs.
JAMES RAVEN
- - Standard Match - -
HALO ducks and runs off the opposite side, trying for a Roundhouse Kick, but RAVEN ducks that. HALO lands on his feet and waits on RAVEN, attempting another headlock, but HALO’s at the ready, grabbing RAVEN and snapping him down with the headlock takeover!
JAMES RAVEN does his best to ground the speedy HALO but HALO manages to get his legs up and trap the former World Champion with a tight Leg Scissors. It’s HALO’s turn to keep the RAVEN grounded, but RAVEN manages to show off some impressive skill and kip his legs up in order to free himself from the hold!
As HALO stands up, RAVEN rushes at and takes him down with a Sunset Flip attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
Reversal by HALO!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
RAVEN escapes and as the two meet each other at their feet, RAVEN locks him up in a backslide and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
HALO rolls throught he pin attempt and gets to his feet, catching a completely off-guard RAVEN with the Small Package pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Both men make it back to their feet, sizing up their opposition as the fans cheer on both men.
RAVEN and HALO lock up again, but this time, HALO ducks underneath the grappling attempt and STIFFLY connects to RAVEN’s breadbasket with a Low Spinning Kick. He grabs him and Irish whips him to the nearest corner before dashing in. RAVEN gets the elbow up and stuns HALO long enough to take him into the corner. He lights up his chest with a few Knife-Edge Chops (complete with WHOO! Action from the crowd) and hurls HALO cross-corner. He follows him in and throws him up and over with the Monkey Flip…
HALO LANDS ON HIS FEET!
RAVEN dashes at HALO only to be stopped in his tracks with another Snap Kick to the chest. HALO catches him with the Jawbreaker, then runs off the ropes and DRILLS both feet into the head of RAVEN with a Front Dropkick! The fans cheer as HALO throws all his body weight into a pinning attempt.
ONE!
TWO… SHOULDER UP!
HALO pulls RAVEN up by his hair and takes the fight to him with a succession of Snap Kicks to the chest and head; each one more painful than the last. He whips RAVEN into the corner and follows him in with a HARD Back Elbow and hangs onto him, attempting to follow it up with a Bulldog, but RAVEN finds the wherewithal to push HALO off him. HALO turns around and EATS the back end of RAVEN’s boot, courtesy of a Jumping Calf Kick!
Trying to get as far away from RAVEN as humanly possible, HALO climbs out onto the apron to take a breath, but RAVEN is there at the ready, knocking him off with a Ohtani-esque Springboard Dropkick!
While HALO tries to recuperate from the high-octane offense of his opponent, RAVEN begs for his opponent get back to his feet. When he sees an opportunity present itself, he leaps to the outside apron and flies, taking down himself and HALO with the Asai Moonsault!
JAMES RAVEN takes his time to get back to his feet, throwing HALO back in underneath the bottom rope. RAVEN slingshots himself over into an Elbow Drop across the heart of HALO! He goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
HALO throws the shoulder up, but this doesn’t deter RAVEN from exacting some punishment upon newcomer. He takes down a rising HALO with a snapmare and goes after the back, BLASTING him with a series of kicks. HALO arches his back in pain while RAVEN continues to deliver the punishment with a kick to the face that knocks HALO down. RAVEN bounces off the ropes and drives a Quick Leg Drop across the neck of HALO, pinning him again.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
RAVEN tries once again to bring HALO to his feet with an Arm Wrench. He twists him around and looks for a German Suplex… HALO LANDS ON HIS FEET! The surprised JAMES RAVEN turns around and walks into another NASTY Snap Kick targeting his chest. HALO lifts him up, but drops him across the knee with a big-time Inverted Atomic Drop. He follows it up with a hard-sounding Spinning Wheel Kick that knocks the veteran down! RAVEN makes it back up in a daze, but the second-rope Headscissors Takeover from HALO doesn’t do much to help it. Rolling around the ring frantically, RAVEN’s momentum takes him outside the ring where a focused and intense HALO waits for him to set up his next move. HALO bounces off the ropes and FLIES over the top rope, spiraling several times before crashing down upon RAVEN. Both men crash in front of the announce table like they’ve been ejected from a car crash. HALO’s the first one up after the impact, grabbing RAVEN by the head and throwing several stomps into his temple. When his feet get tired (or he takes the fight back into the ring, you be the judge), he rolls JAMES RAVEN back inside the ring and follows up with an Eddy Guerrero-esque Slingshot Senton! The pin follows.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
JAMES RAVEN shoots the shoulder up, but HALO isn’t deterred. He rolls RAVEN to the center of the ring and applies a Cobra Clutch. RAVEN grits his teeth as he finds himself being robbed of his air by his own left hand. HALO pulls back on the choke even more and shakes him vehemently, trying to disorient the man known across many circles as a former World Champion. With precious air being robbed from him by the second, RAVEN makes a bid to return to his feet as the crowd battles verbally between RAVEN and HALO, with the crowd slightly more in the former’s corner. Shaking and pumping his fists, RAVEN starts to roll to his feet while HALO pulls back further on the submission hold. The ref is asking RAVEN whether he wants to submit as he fights to his feet. RAVEN grabs on the referee's shirt, screaming in pain. As HALO cinches in the hold tighter, RAVEN swings his left leg back and up, nailing HALO in the groin. HALO relents on the hold a little, but it doesn't break. RAVEN swings it again, and this time, the hold breaks and HALO drops, clutching his groin.
RAVEN drops to his knees, clutching his head and neck as the crowd boos the surprising actions of JAMES RAVEN. The ref checks on the fallen HALO, and RAVEN just pushes the referee out of the way. He grabs HALO by the legs and goes for a jackknife pin. The referee has no choice but the count.
ONE..
RAVEN shoots his feet on the second rope to gain even more leverage.
TWO..
THREE!!
JAYMZ: Remind me again why we are sitting in here? I mean here, of all places. Last time I checked this guys was pretty crazy.
SAM: Don’t worry about it man. ‘She’ told us to be here, and she has never steered us wrong in the past, why would she start doing it now?
JAYMZ: Yeah I guess so. And another thing though, who the hell is ‘she’ exactly?
VOICE: Perhaps I can answer that.
HAIN and DANTE both turn their head’s towards the door where they see SHAWN HUNT standing there wearing a brand new black Armani suit. Along side SHAWN is his trusted ally and friend MIKE POWELL. MIKE is also the man in charge of SHAWN’S vast fortune. MIKE is also wearing a new suit and is caring along with him his trusty brief case, the one that never seems to leave his side.
SHAWN: You two know you are sitting in ‘my’ locker room right.
SAM: Yeah but we can expla…
SHAWN: No explanation will be necessary MR. HAIN, for the women you refer to as ‘she’ told me to expect you two. Obviously I expected you later on, but now will do fine.
JAYMZ: MR HUNT, sir, who exactly is ‘she’?
SHAWN: Ah young MR DANTE, you still have so much to learn, it is a good thing we found you when we did. The ‘she’ you are talking about has a fair bit of business to attend to on both IMPACT and MASSACRE, afterwards she will make herself known, but only when the time is right. As for right now though, the three of us have a little job to take care of tonight.
SAM: Hang on a second. Last week that woman..
JAYMZ: She?
SAM: Yes JAYMZ she, told us you weren’t working out. Where were you last week?
SHAWN: Ah MR. HAIN, you mustn’t have heard her properly. She said I was working ‘something’ out. See boys, this little plan that we are working on with you know who?
JAYMZ: She?
SAM: Yes JAYMZ she.
SHAWN: Yes her, well a plan like this needs a lot of organising and a lot of money behind it, which is where I, along with my chief financial officer MR POWELL here, come in. This women, she answers to someone else, someone who even I, a major player in this plan, don’t even know the identity of yet. And it is that person who drew up this proposal, and gave it to me via her.
JAYMZ DANTE opens his mouth to speak, but stops as SAM HAIN raises his hand toward him in a don’t speak manner.
SAM: Before you say it, yes JAYMZ, she. So why have you put all this money into something that has been set up by someone who you don’t even know?
SHAWN: For the exact same reason you and MR. DANTE are sitting here right now. The damn thrill of it. I know how I feel about all of this shady business that is taking place right now, and not only is it exciting, it’s a whole lot of f*cking fun to.
JAYMZ: It certain is that.
SAM: Damn straight, so what’s the plan for tonight, MR HUNT.
SHAWN: Please, call me SHAWN.
SHAWN HUNT then kicks the door of the locker room closed, locking the camera man outside so he can go over his plan in privacy.
SAM HAIN
vs.
ZACH RIZZA
- - Standard Match - -
The crowds cheers loudly, but from the nosebleed seats there is a smattering of boos! The camera pans in and there are a smattering of the protestors from outside! Each has a sign declaring the “hate God has for people like DAN.”
DAN: As you can see, we have guests among us that don’t approve of my lifestyle. It’s really the cap on what has been an exceptionally horrible week. Normally, MARISOL is out here with me, but she got called away for urgent family business, so I wish her and her family nothing but the best.
The crowd with the signs starts chanting slurs at DAN.
DAN gets an infuriated look on his face; he takes a deep breath and begins to speak again.
DAN: All I have to say to you people who don’t like me for who I am is this; ONE: God doesn’t hate anyone. God is love. Period. And TWO: If you don’t like MY lifestyle, DON’T LIVE IT!
The rest of the crowd goes absolutely apenuts, cheering for DAN! Security has been called over to the section where the protestors are. They’re being kicked out! They’re kicking out an entire section of people! The protestors continue their slanderous chanting the entire way out of the building as XWF cameras follow them.
The rest of the crowd starts chanting, “NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!” After things have calmed down a bit, Dan begins to speak again, trying to keep the show rolling.
DAN: I apologize to the rest of the fans, crew, and wrestlers, for bringing this down on tonight’s show.
DAN gets his grin back.
DAN: Now, just to keep things moving along, I’m going to bring out my guests. They won the tag championships, but then lost them to Q.C. THUG and JEREMY ADONIS. Please welcome SAM HAIN and JAYMZ DANTE!
SAM HAIN and JAYMZ DANTE enter to the ramp and make their way down to the ring, where DAN has two mics waiting for them.
DAN: (To SAM) It seems to be a theme with tonight’s guests that they are now FORMER champs. You and Jaymz lost the tag titles almost as quickly as you won them. Any thoughts?
SAM: Everyone in this arena knows the only reason we lost those belts is because ZACH RIZZA is an incompetent jack ass, who can't count to three without taking one of his shoes off. That issue will be taken care of in just a few minutes. However, I know I speak for JAYMZ when I say that we didn't have them nearly as long as we would have liked and we will get them back.
DAN: (To JAYMZ) You’re one of the relative newcomers who won gold almost instantly. Are the two of you going to try and recapture the tag belts?
JAYMZ: I think we answered that question on Impact when we beat down the Big Tymers and issued our challenge. As you can see by the promotional adds being run on all the PPV channels, the match is a go, and I hope they are ready because I know WE are.
DAN: (To SAM) Last week, you both had a phone conversation with a mysterious woman. Who is she? Care to elaborate?
SAM: The woman on the phone was from the cable company, something about my bill not being paid or something along those lines.
JAYMZ: You got that phone call too?
SAM: Yeah!
JAYMZ: So did I. That is weird!
DAN: Okay, I get it. You don’t want to say. Moving on. (To JAYMZ) You’ve made it to the semi finals for the Golden Ticket match. What will your next steps be?
JAYMZ: Well I beat down “MR. Five Minutes of Fame,” Q.C. THUG last week and this week I get his partner. ADONIS is standing in between me and my golden ticket to Anarchy, but I was thinking I might want a shot at the Hart Title after JOHN BECK is done with it. So the Tag Team titles at Lord of the Ring. and then possibly a single belt within the next month or so.
DAN: (To BOTH) What are your thoughts on the current state of the XWF?
SAM: The current state of the XWF is a joke. You got all these so called LEGENDS running the shows and stealing the glory from the rest of the roster. It is time for the glory whores to take a step back and let someone else get a shot at some real gold around here. RAGE is going to win the L.O.R. and get a rematch with RIGG for the Universal Title, which will be awesome to see RAGE win the belt. As far as he rest of the roster goes, if it doesn’t include me I just don't care.
JAYMZ: Impact is a pretty good show at the moment with lots of new talent that I am quite sure people will see on the flag ship shows real soon. It is an exciting time for me here and I can't wait to earn my ticket and make a name for myself.
DAN: (to JAYMZ) What will you do with your golden ticket?
JAYMZ: Anarchy is where I am heading. As far as the other finalist in the Golden Ticket goes, I am not sure what I am going to do with him just yet. I take out the second BIG TYMER this week, and the final BIG TYMER in the finals, making it a clean sweep and after that the sky is the limit!
“Glamorous,” by Fergie hits again, as SAM and JAYMZ exit the ring back up the ramp.
DAN: Well, that’s our time for this week’s Glam Slam!
The crowd cheers loudly.
DAN: Remember, if YOU’RE not “glammin’,” Then I’ll be “slammin’!”
The cameraman signals DAN to a commercial.
DAN: Are we to a commercial now? Good. I wanted to let the fans, crew, management and talent know that I’m truly sorry all of this happened tonight. It pains me to no end that people like this hate me for who I am. It was unfortunate that all of you had to witness this travesty. For me, it’s an everyday truth.
The crowd is dead silent.
DAN: Even now, as we speak, my partner is having legal problems, all because he is… well… like me. To top it off, people keep voting to stop legislation that could be used to diffuse this type of discrimination.
The lights goes out in the arena with green strobe lights going off all around the arena, mixing in with green laser lights pointing all around the arena. " I'm On " by DJ Khaled blares over the P.A. System. After a couple of minutes SHAWN HUNT comes out from behind the curtain wearing a black Eight Ball Inc t-shirt that reads Eight Ball Inc on the front with a giant Eight Ball picture on the back, black jeans, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. He stands on the entrance ramp looking down at DAN FIERCE in the ring. DAN is looking back up at SHAWN. SHAWN turns his head from side to side shaking in disbelief. SHAWN talks a few steps getting on the ramp way before a giant Eight Ball appears in the ring circling around. He bows to both knees as a spot light appears on him with his arms stretches out. A few fireworks explode behind him before leaping up on both of his feet. After the fireworks explodes money begins to fall from the ceiling. SHAWN makes his way down towards the ring as the fans are giving him a mixed reaction. He slaps hands with a few fans from side to side as he makes his way towards the ring. Once he gets towards the ring. He leaps up on the apron, climbing in between the ropes. He goes towards turnbuckle on his right. He stands on the second turnbuckle with his arms forming an X. He leaps down and heads towards the other turnbuckle across from him. He stops mid-way because DAN is standing in his way. SHAWN pauses for a minute, and waves his index finger in front of DAN then curves farther away from him, heading towards the turnbuckle. He climbs up on the second turnbuckle to pursue his trademark X towards the fans. The light comes back on as the music starts to fade away. SHAWN walks over to get a mic from the ring announcer. He walks around in the ring with his head down for a few more seconds before he begins to speak.
SHAWN: What in the hell is going on around here ? Jesus Christ! I knew It.. I knew it.. I told Jon Brown that the XWF is going to hell. Would he believe me ? No! I told Jon that he was running a circus when i first arrived but does anyone ever believe me ? No... Now, We've got a fruit cake that's being stalked by anti-gay whatever. Can someone, please, tell me what's going on here. I can understand a clown named SPICE ONE. That'll cover the jack ass we have on the roster named CHAD.
The crowd murmurs.
SHAWN: Sure the media will over look the other weirdo's in the XWF. Some people loves the ratings cause it's a circus an kids loves the circus. Just ask that one circus that comes to the town. Something brothers. They make a good profit each month and over the years. Now, We have you...
SHAWN turns his attention, looking at DAN FIERCE.
SHAWN: The fruit cake of XWF. I thought ROXY NOVA left cause she was a lesbian as well. That summed everything up. Nothing wrong with ROXY ‘cause it's every man's dream to climb up in the bed with two women at once, which is a problem for you. I request a different locker room far, far, far away from you. I don't need you popping a towel at my bottom when I'm not looking. DAN, A serious question... Are you truly ***?
DAN: Uh… Excuse me? Who yanked your chain?
SHAWN: Who yanked my chain? You aren't yanking, grabbing, or coming near anything on me. I'm just curious on what is going on here, and why is Jon Brown running a mock circus here in the XWF. Fairy Man!
DAN: You’d better change your tone before you yank the bitch up out of me! Not only am I genetically fabulous, I’m supremely fierce! So don’t go on being all jealous up in here. Mmmmkay? And as for me looking at you…
DAN looks SHAWN up and down.
DAN: Don’t flatter yourself. You could be so lucky. A little ****** gnat like you couldn’t get with anything he wasn’t already attatched to.
DAN motions his hands in front of SHAWN’s face.
SHAWN: Dan, Dan, Dan. I asked one simple question to clear the airwave and you go all itchy about this. See, you dodged the question that could have been all she wrote. Now, I am going to have to figure it out on my own. You wear tight jeans like a woman, you are all glittered down that a pack of skittles, face all painted up like a rainbow warrior, and talk like a ****. I usually don't point fingers and laugh but you leave me no choice.
SHAWN busts out laughing as he points at DAN. The quickly stops with a serious look on his face.
SHAWN: Before I yank the bitch out of you. DAN, I'm way out of your league, son. I'm standing high on the mountain while you are looking up at me. I'm in the heavyweight division, while you. Well, What division are you in? Womens?
SHAWN laughs again. Muah-Ha-Ha.
SHAWN: There is nothing fabulous about you, DAN. If you want a one on one bout with me then I guess we shall. Rules are simple. No, pulling hair! No, touching any tushy, and no, slapping in the face like a female… Wait… That ruins everything for you, doesn't it? Can you even fight like a man, or are you all “femaled” out? Son, One thing is for sure. I'm not jealous of you. I know about your kind. You have females all around you but if you were a man like myself; those females wouldn't be hanging out with you at all. They know that you wouldn't have any kind of intercourse with them. Me? I'm just a dog ready to re-attack on them. Plus, I know you just didn't judge me. Looking at you face to face… Makes my stomach turn, and I think I just tasted my own puke. You are just another scum who's just nasty. Now, I can go out of line here if you really want me to. Hell, I'll give you a chance to clear the airwave just for a brief second. So, please, go head. While I just sit back and flatter myself with this turnbuckle.
SHAWN goes over to the turnbuckle, climbs up and sits there for a few seconds as DAN does his thing.
SHAWN: At least I know my booty is safe over here.
DAN: Those females don’t hang around you because you’re not a dog. You’re a pig. And if you tasted your own puke, it’s because you caught your reflection somewhere. You want a match? You’ve got it! In two weeks, you’ll see that I can not only fight like a man, but I’ll look fabulous doing it!
DAN throws the mic at SHAWN hitting him in the chest. DAN exits the ring, his temper flaring as he walks up the ramp.
MAIN EVENT
CENTURION
vs.
BRADY ANDERSON
- - Standard Match - -
CENTURION grabs the legs of BRADY and looks to lock in the FALL OF ROME, but BRADY wriggles free and grabs the rope to pull himself back up to his feet. CENTURION runs at BRADY, but BRADY quickly drops, pulling the top rope down as well. CENTURION’S momentum sends him flying over the top rope and crashing down to the mat below. BRADY stumbles a little, before analysing his opponent’s current position. BRADY jumps through the first top and middle rope, before springboarding from the middle rope and hitting a moonsault takedown on the XWF LEGEND. CENTURION and BRADY are both down as the crowd roars with ecstasy. It takes a few seconds for both men to regain their composure, as the referee has begun his count-out. At the call of six, CENTURION is back up to his feet. He goes right after BRADY and goes for an Irish Whip in the direction of the steel steps, but BRADY is able to sandbag and send CENTURION gut-first into the ring apron. CENTURION stumbles a little, winded by the surprise attack. BRADY leaps onto the apron and propels himself at CENTURION and wraps his legs around the opponent’s shoulders, before twisting his body and sending CENTURION flying with a headscissor takedown.
BRADY wipes his forehead, before going right back after CENTURION, but CENTURION tries to battle back with some punches to the gut. BRADY quickly retreats back into the ring, but CENTURION jumps up onto the apron and leaps over the top rope, dropping his torso across BRADY before making a cover…ONE…TWO…NO! BRADY kicks out. CENTURION stands up, a little weary, before setting BRADY up in a powerbomb, like position. CENTURION lifts BRADY up onto his shoulders, which is when BRADY clocks CENTURION with several right hands. CENTURION stumbles back, attempting to deliver the move, but BRADY topples CENTURION over, maintaining the onslaught with more punches to the head even after CENTURION hits the mat hard. BRADY eventually goes for a cover…ONE…TWO…KICKOUT! BRADY looks frustrated, as he begins to ascend towards the top rope. BRADY braces himself, before launching himself at CENTURION with a Senton Bomb, which connects… but amazingly, CENTURION was able to get his knees up, driving them into BRADY’S spine. CENTURION goes for a cover…ONE…TWO…NO! BRADY kicks out this time! Both men slowly get back up to their feet, staring one another down and awaiting the other to make a move…
DING! DING! DING!
Both wrestlers look around to the referee and the referee doens't know what's going on. He goes over to the timekeeper and the confer for a few moments. It is then announced that the time limit has expired, and this match has been ruled a draw.