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“Messing With Fire?”
The Anarchist’s Show Episode Two
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{The camera pans up on the commissioners office. The chair has it’s back to the camera. It spins around.}
Anarchy: Hello stranger. Remember me? Remember Anarchy? Well if you don’t, tonight, I will remind you of how much a badass I am. How much of an ásshole I can be. I’m gunna begin wrapping Reaver around my little finger. So much that he has to reinstate me. It’s hard without pay, I’ll have you know. Reaver’s not here. He’s attending to his little run-in buddy. The same run-in buddy who I single handidly destroyed earlier tonight. So for now; I am taking over.
{Anarchy rests his arms on Commissioner Reaver’s table, before clearing it in one swift movement. A grin slowly fills the face of Anarchy. But that lasts all of 10 seconds, before he meanly screws his face up again. He picks up some of Reaver’s wrestling trophies.}
Anarchy: “Amateur OVW King of the Ring 1989”. I remember winning my first match. I listened to nobody and I destroyed everybody. I could be in Grandprix’s shoes right now. CAW Champion; king of the show. And hey, I will be come the Elimination Chamber. Reaver may have the trophies; Grandprix may have the title. But Anarchy has the class…the talent…and the power to take them away from their owners.
{Anarchy still has the trophy in his hand. He turns 90 degrees and throws it straight at the stone cold, hard wall. Upon impact, it shatters.}
Anarchy: You don’t seem to understand just how powerful I am. I can guarantee that when Reaver walks into this office later today, he will feel the heat. Because Anarchy has been in here. It’s almost as if you can smell smoke coming from my head. Or you can sense I’m going to explode. Reaver, you got in my face earlier tonight. When you won that trophy, didn’t they tell you the one rule of wrestling? Don’t mess with fire. Don’t mess with someone bigger and badder then yourself? Well, boy, you’ve made that mistake. And you’re gunna pay for it. But I’m not gunna sit here throwing all your crappy trophies at the wall. And ripping apart your certificates. No no no. Instead, I will demonstrate what happens when you mess with fire. What happens when you mix fire and gasoline.
{Anarchy picks up a bottle filled with gasoline and begins pouring it around Reaver’s office.}
Anarchy: Reaver. You are this office. This is your career. I am the fire that you messed with. Just like the fire will wreck your office; come Elimination Chamber, I will wreck your career. Like they say, “Elimination Chamber…where careers come to die”.
{Anarchy lights the match, and drops it on the floor. The room quickly catches fire. Anarchy remains in the room…staring at the flames.}
Security: Mr. Reaver, are you in there?
{Anarchy opens the door and barges past the security officer. He turns right out of the office. The camera remains on a sign saying “To the arena” with an arrow facing the direction Anarchy headed off into.}
“IT WAS MY DUTY TO KEEP YOU ALIVE”. ROB ZOMBIE’S “FEEL SO NUMB” HITS. SMOKE FILLS THE STAGE AREA AND PYROS GO OFF.
{Anarchy walks out from the smoke. As he walks along, he gives the middle finger to fans either side of the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope and goes straight to the corner, where he climbs and gives the grunger like hand sign (first and fourth finger). The fans boo Anarchy a lot, but like he cares.}
Anarchy: Welcome to The Anarchist’s Show. The show for you guys, where I get to comment on how little I care about what you think. Oh, and please, for my sake, boo me. It gives me that extra push. I need them at a time like this. I’m worried about Reaver’s office. I’m worried that the fire brigade will put it out before Mr. Reaver gets to experience the flames. Perhaps I can make Reaver see sense. Just look at the screen up there. Ah, that office looks familiar. Now since Anarchy is in charge, he’s gunna order a cameraman to the parking lot. Now that I have sorted that, I finally can address other issues. Anarchy walked over Jetster earlier tonight. HE WALKED OVER JETSTER. Who, I hear you cry. Well, Jetster is Reaver’s run-in buddy that I was telling you about earlier. I’ll admit, there was another monster involved in that little walkover match. That warm-up match. He listened to me when I said that Purge, sorry, Havoc would screw him. And not only did he listen to me, but he showed me how much he respects me. Roll the footage.
{The video opens at the parking lot, where a cheap Vauxhall Nova pulls up. Barely, I might add. The door swings open, and Reaver steps out. Alone. The same security guard that we saw earlier rushes over to Reaver; and they run off together towards the Commish’s office.}
Anarchy: Damnit you guys, I said roll the footage.
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{But now here comes Hawk (AJ), another one of Reaver (Ant)’s rivals, all hell has broken loose outside SR Towers! The 300lb Hawk literally rams into Reaver and sends him down to the ground, surely knocking all the wind out of him! Anarchy (DW) staggers over, steel chair in hand, and hands it to Hawk…CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Three brutal shots to the back, that’s gonna keep the CAW Commish down and out!
Hawk (AJ) leaves as the fans taunt him, he seems pleased with his work tonight!}
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Anarchy: He SHOULD be pleased with his work. He done a good job. No, he impressed me. Yes. And you know; I respect him now. I was thinking of coming out here and asking Reaver for a match next week. Hawk and Anarchy vs. The Elements. But hey, I am in charge right now, so I don’t need to ask. Later on tonight, we will see that match. And there’s not a damn thing Reaver can do about it.
RAVEN’S OLD MUSIC PLAYS, AND THE ARENA LIGHTS TAKE A SUDDEN BLACKOUT, BEFORE LIGHTS FLASH UP AND DOWN.
{Hawk struts out from under the video screen. The fans give Hawk a lot of heat, as he climbs into the ring. He walks up to Anarchy, and the pair share a handshake and a manly hug.}
Hawk: Anarchy, business has been taken care of backstage. If you, err, know what I mean. Lets just say that he won’t be out here for a while. And Anarchy, it would be my honour to show you how good I am. Tonight, I can easily…NO. Tonight, I WILL easily take out the Elements. And then I will go on to regain my title in the Elimination Chamber.
Anarchy: *chuckles to self* I said you’re good, but there is no way you are better then Anarchy, and that will be proved come Elimination Chamber. It’s man for man; all for all. Hey what exactly did you do to Reaver?
Hawk: Oh man, just taught the guy a lesson. Steel chair to the head, the usual.
Anarchy: So he’s not gunna come out here tonight?
Hawk: No…
THE ELEMENTS MUSIC PLAYS.
{A busted open Reaver is helped out on stage by medical staff.}
Reaver: Anarchy…you…will not…end my career. You will be lucky to make it to the Elimination Chamber. Why? Officers, arrest that man!
{Police officers charge from the back and surround the ring.}
Reaver: And Anarchy. You can cancel the next few Anarchist’s Show. Not only have you entered the arena whilst suspended…but I’m gunna sue your ass for criminal damages! If you want me to sue Anarchy for big bucks, gimme a hell yeah!
Crowd: HELL YEAH!
Anarchy: Woah woah. There is not a chance in hell that you will cancel the Anarchist’s Show. Only I choose whether it goes ahead or not. And as far as I am concerned, next weeks show will take place. Oh, and one more thing.
{Anarchy turns to face Hawk, but kicks him in the mid-section. He drops Hawk onto his shoulders, and delivers a sickening Explicit Lyrics. Officers swamp the ring and cuff up Anarchy. They get him out of the ring area, leaving Reaver and a hurt Hawk. Reaver slowly walks down the ramp and into the ring.}
Reaver: Ah Hawk…just me and you. Come on you little ass, get up!
{Hawk uses the rope to get to his feet. He staggers towards Reaver, who pokes him in the eye. From behind, a banaged, bloodied Jetster pulls down Hawk’s trousers, revealing some strangly familiar pink thongs. Obviously Hawk thought Reaver looked cool in them, and got himself a pair. Jetster must have been in the arena all along.}
Reaver: Now since Anarchy isn’t here, I can official de-book that match for tonight. There is no way Hawk is in a suitable condition to wrestle.
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What a crap promo :cD
I kinda rushed it. Hmmm…I had ideas last week, but not this week. Ah well, I’m still excited about my day yesterday. LIMP BIZKIT BABY!
That be all from me.
{DW}
The Anarchist’s Show Episode Two
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{The camera pans up on the commissioners office. The chair has it’s back to the camera. It spins around.}
Anarchy: Hello stranger. Remember me? Remember Anarchy? Well if you don’t, tonight, I will remind you of how much a badass I am. How much of an ásshole I can be. I’m gunna begin wrapping Reaver around my little finger. So much that he has to reinstate me. It’s hard without pay, I’ll have you know. Reaver’s not here. He’s attending to his little run-in buddy. The same run-in buddy who I single handidly destroyed earlier tonight. So for now; I am taking over.
{Anarchy rests his arms on Commissioner Reaver’s table, before clearing it in one swift movement. A grin slowly fills the face of Anarchy. But that lasts all of 10 seconds, before he meanly screws his face up again. He picks up some of Reaver’s wrestling trophies.}
Anarchy: “Amateur OVW King of the Ring 1989”. I remember winning my first match. I listened to nobody and I destroyed everybody. I could be in Grandprix’s shoes right now. CAW Champion; king of the show. And hey, I will be come the Elimination Chamber. Reaver may have the trophies; Grandprix may have the title. But Anarchy has the class…the talent…and the power to take them away from their owners.
{Anarchy still has the trophy in his hand. He turns 90 degrees and throws it straight at the stone cold, hard wall. Upon impact, it shatters.}
Anarchy: You don’t seem to understand just how powerful I am. I can guarantee that when Reaver walks into this office later today, he will feel the heat. Because Anarchy has been in here. It’s almost as if you can smell smoke coming from my head. Or you can sense I’m going to explode. Reaver, you got in my face earlier tonight. When you won that trophy, didn’t they tell you the one rule of wrestling? Don’t mess with fire. Don’t mess with someone bigger and badder then yourself? Well, boy, you’ve made that mistake. And you’re gunna pay for it. But I’m not gunna sit here throwing all your crappy trophies at the wall. And ripping apart your certificates. No no no. Instead, I will demonstrate what happens when you mess with fire. What happens when you mix fire and gasoline.
{Anarchy picks up a bottle filled with gasoline and begins pouring it around Reaver’s office.}
Anarchy: Reaver. You are this office. This is your career. I am the fire that you messed with. Just like the fire will wreck your office; come Elimination Chamber, I will wreck your career. Like they say, “Elimination Chamber…where careers come to die”.
{Anarchy lights the match, and drops it on the floor. The room quickly catches fire. Anarchy remains in the room…staring at the flames.}
Security: Mr. Reaver, are you in there?
{Anarchy opens the door and barges past the security officer. He turns right out of the office. The camera remains on a sign saying “To the arena” with an arrow facing the direction Anarchy headed off into.}
“IT WAS MY DUTY TO KEEP YOU ALIVE”. ROB ZOMBIE’S “FEEL SO NUMB” HITS. SMOKE FILLS THE STAGE AREA AND PYROS GO OFF.
{Anarchy walks out from the smoke. As he walks along, he gives the middle finger to fans either side of the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope and goes straight to the corner, where he climbs and gives the grunger like hand sign (first and fourth finger). The fans boo Anarchy a lot, but like he cares.}
Anarchy: Welcome to The Anarchist’s Show. The show for you guys, where I get to comment on how little I care about what you think. Oh, and please, for my sake, boo me. It gives me that extra push. I need them at a time like this. I’m worried about Reaver’s office. I’m worried that the fire brigade will put it out before Mr. Reaver gets to experience the flames. Perhaps I can make Reaver see sense. Just look at the screen up there. Ah, that office looks familiar. Now since Anarchy is in charge, he’s gunna order a cameraman to the parking lot. Now that I have sorted that, I finally can address other issues. Anarchy walked over Jetster earlier tonight. HE WALKED OVER JETSTER. Who, I hear you cry. Well, Jetster is Reaver’s run-in buddy that I was telling you about earlier. I’ll admit, there was another monster involved in that little walkover match. That warm-up match. He listened to me when I said that Purge, sorry, Havoc would screw him. And not only did he listen to me, but he showed me how much he respects me. Roll the footage.
{The video opens at the parking lot, where a cheap Vauxhall Nova pulls up. Barely, I might add. The door swings open, and Reaver steps out. Alone. The same security guard that we saw earlier rushes over to Reaver; and they run off together towards the Commish’s office.}
Anarchy: Damnit you guys, I said roll the footage.
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{But now here comes Hawk (AJ), another one of Reaver (Ant)’s rivals, all hell has broken loose outside SR Towers! The 300lb Hawk literally rams into Reaver and sends him down to the ground, surely knocking all the wind out of him! Anarchy (DW) staggers over, steel chair in hand, and hands it to Hawk…CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Three brutal shots to the back, that’s gonna keep the CAW Commish down and out!
Hawk (AJ) leaves as the fans taunt him, he seems pleased with his work tonight!}
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Anarchy: He SHOULD be pleased with his work. He done a good job. No, he impressed me. Yes. And you know; I respect him now. I was thinking of coming out here and asking Reaver for a match next week. Hawk and Anarchy vs. The Elements. But hey, I am in charge right now, so I don’t need to ask. Later on tonight, we will see that match. And there’s not a damn thing Reaver can do about it.
RAVEN’S OLD MUSIC PLAYS, AND THE ARENA LIGHTS TAKE A SUDDEN BLACKOUT, BEFORE LIGHTS FLASH UP AND DOWN.
{Hawk struts out from under the video screen. The fans give Hawk a lot of heat, as he climbs into the ring. He walks up to Anarchy, and the pair share a handshake and a manly hug.}
Hawk: Anarchy, business has been taken care of backstage. If you, err, know what I mean. Lets just say that he won’t be out here for a while. And Anarchy, it would be my honour to show you how good I am. Tonight, I can easily…NO. Tonight, I WILL easily take out the Elements. And then I will go on to regain my title in the Elimination Chamber.
Anarchy: *chuckles to self* I said you’re good, but there is no way you are better then Anarchy, and that will be proved come Elimination Chamber. It’s man for man; all for all. Hey what exactly did you do to Reaver?
Hawk: Oh man, just taught the guy a lesson. Steel chair to the head, the usual.
Anarchy: So he’s not gunna come out here tonight?
Hawk: No…
THE ELEMENTS MUSIC PLAYS.
{A busted open Reaver is helped out on stage by medical staff.}
Reaver: Anarchy…you…will not…end my career. You will be lucky to make it to the Elimination Chamber. Why? Officers, arrest that man!
{Police officers charge from the back and surround the ring.}
Reaver: And Anarchy. You can cancel the next few Anarchist’s Show. Not only have you entered the arena whilst suspended…but I’m gunna sue your ass for criminal damages! If you want me to sue Anarchy for big bucks, gimme a hell yeah!
Crowd: HELL YEAH!
Anarchy: Woah woah. There is not a chance in hell that you will cancel the Anarchist’s Show. Only I choose whether it goes ahead or not. And as far as I am concerned, next weeks show will take place. Oh, and one more thing.
{Anarchy turns to face Hawk, but kicks him in the mid-section. He drops Hawk onto his shoulders, and delivers a sickening Explicit Lyrics. Officers swamp the ring and cuff up Anarchy. They get him out of the ring area, leaving Reaver and a hurt Hawk. Reaver slowly walks down the ramp and into the ring.}
Reaver: Ah Hawk…just me and you. Come on you little ass, get up!
{Hawk uses the rope to get to his feet. He staggers towards Reaver, who pokes him in the eye. From behind, a banaged, bloodied Jetster pulls down Hawk’s trousers, revealing some strangly familiar pink thongs. Obviously Hawk thought Reaver looked cool in them, and got himself a pair. Jetster must have been in the arena all along.}
Reaver: Now since Anarchy isn’t here, I can official de-book that match for tonight. There is no way Hawk is in a suitable condition to wrestle.
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What a crap promo :cD
I kinda rushed it. Hmmm…I had ideas last week, but not this week. Ah well, I’m still excited about my day yesterday. LIMP BIZKIT BABY!
That be all from me.
{DW}
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Lol, nice little segment there. Everyone thinks they are gonna win that EC but really who really is gonna win? 5 people are lying and only 1 is telling the truth...
Camera swings to Scotty Dogg, who is backstage being interviewed by Lillian Garcia...
Lillian: 'So Scotty, you've just qualified for the Elimination chamber alongside CAW Heavyweight Champion Grandprix and Anarchy, how do you feel?'
'Pfft Lillian, how do you expect me to feel, I've beaten Havoc. I mean, come on, he didn't exactly have a chance did he...'
Lillian: 'Ok so whats with Hawk helping you to win your match against Havoc? I thought you two hated each other.
'Firstly Lillian, lets get one thing straight, I did not need that piece of crap to interfere, I didn't need his help, I won via my own ability. And how the hell I am suppose to know why he helped me out, the guys a psycho.'
Lillian: 'So how do you feel entering the chamber against the fierce monster that is Anarchy? You saw what happened tonight, are you afraid of what could happen once you enter the chamber?'
'Jeez, you make the guy sound as if he's Goldberg or something. Anarchy's nothing to fear, sure he's made an impact over the past couple of weeks but what has he achieved apart from entering the chamber? A suspension? Yes.'
Lillian: 'Lastly, how do you rate your chances of leaving that chamber the CAW Heavyweight champion?'
'Highly, I mean, who else has a hope in hell of actually leaving the chamber alive but me? I promise you I WILL leave that chamber as the CAW Heavyweight champion, you mark my words.
FZZT...
Lillian: 'So Scotty, you've just qualified for the Elimination chamber alongside CAW Heavyweight Champion Grandprix and Anarchy, how do you feel?'
'Pfft Lillian, how do you expect me to feel, I've beaten Havoc. I mean, come on, he didn't exactly have a chance did he...'
Lillian: 'Ok so whats with Hawk helping you to win your match against Havoc? I thought you two hated each other.
'Firstly Lillian, lets get one thing straight, I did not need that piece of crap to interfere, I didn't need his help, I won via my own ability. And how the hell I am suppose to know why he helped me out, the guys a psycho.'
Lillian: 'So how do you feel entering the chamber against the fierce monster that is Anarchy? You saw what happened tonight, are you afraid of what could happen once you enter the chamber?'
'Jeez, you make the guy sound as if he's Goldberg or something. Anarchy's nothing to fear, sure he's made an impact over the past couple of weeks but what has he achieved apart from entering the chamber? A suspension? Yes.'
Lillian: 'Lastly, how do you rate your chances of leaving that chamber the CAW Heavyweight champion?'
'Highly, I mean, who else has a hope in hell of actually leaving the chamber alive but me? I promise you I WILL leave that chamber as the CAW Heavyweight champion, you mark my words.
FZZT...
[Backstage Segment]
A view of Stone Edge (Jae) and Stone Cold (Jae) in the DoA locker room appears on the Titan-Tron.
Stone Edge: "Bah. Anarchy (DW) talks about how he's going to kick Reaver's (Ant) @ss in the Elimination Chamber? He's not! You know why?! Cause Reaver ain't even gonna be in the Elimination Chamber! And for that matter, neither is Anarchy by the looks of things."
*Stone Edge Sniggers*
Stone Edge: "Heh. I'm gonna have an easy match by the looks of things later on tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if Reaver forfitted! He'll be scared of the pain I'm gonna inflict. You know what the most likely of things to happen tonight is though? Reaver will put off the match till next week. You know why? Cause he's a damn coward! His run-in buddy has been destroyed and he needs him! End.Of.Story."
Austin: "And thats the bottom line, coz DoA said so!"
Stone Cold salutes the camera with two middle fingers before our Titan-Tron here at the ring regains normal status.
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Yah. Good promo. I needed to add to it though... :D Couldn't stop myself. :) Reavers gunna get a good @ss whupping whether it be this week or next week. :D
Should be interesting to see how the Anarchy storyline progresses leading up to EC...
A view of Stone Edge (Jae) and Stone Cold (Jae) in the DoA locker room appears on the Titan-Tron.
Stone Edge: "Bah. Anarchy (DW) talks about how he's going to kick Reaver's (Ant) @ss in the Elimination Chamber? He's not! You know why?! Cause Reaver ain't even gonna be in the Elimination Chamber! And for that matter, neither is Anarchy by the looks of things."
*Stone Edge Sniggers*
Stone Edge: "Heh. I'm gonna have an easy match by the looks of things later on tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if Reaver forfitted! He'll be scared of the pain I'm gonna inflict. You know what the most likely of things to happen tonight is though? Reaver will put off the match till next week. You know why? Cause he's a damn coward! His run-in buddy has been destroyed and he needs him! End.Of.Story."
Austin: "And thats the bottom line, coz DoA said so!"
Stone Cold salutes the camera with two middle fingers before our Titan-Tron here at the ring regains normal status.
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Yah. Good promo. I needed to add to it though... :D Couldn't stop myself. :) Reavers gunna get a good @ss whupping whether it be this week or next week. :D
Should be interesting to see how the Anarchy storyline progresses leading up to EC...
I thought the promo fizzled out in the end, probably ran out of gas. :)
It certainly deals with the Hawk issue that was raised in the match earlier.
I thought Anarchy wasn't allowed in the building... :)
It certainly deals with the Hawk issue that was raised in the match earlier.
I thought Anarchy wasn't allowed in the building... :)
I enjoyed it. Continued the feud between many superstars, and Anarchy's character means it's probably the most brutal and interesting feud we've had. Nicely done, especially the first bit in my office.
Reaver is gonna whoop your butt at some point man. :D
Reaver is gonna whoop your butt at some point man. :D
Hawk shall have revenge. Yes.
I thought that promo was pretty good :) Lol @ Hawk, muwahaha.
Gary :: Limp Bizkit fúck!ng ruled! says:
Scott, I know my promo sucked. If you read it, you'd agree. I hate it when people don't tell me the truth. I'd rather know then not know
Pfft, crap promo.
Scott, I know my promo sucked. If you read it, you'd agree. I hate it when people don't tell me the truth. I'd rather know then not know
Pfft, crap promo.
I never know what to say about promos so I'll keep it short.
Great promo, I suppose this sets your up for your leav... :)
Great promo, I suppose this sets your up for your leav... :)
or not
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