versus

"The Real Deal" Ernest Reeves

Singles Match

Referee: Grant August

Writer: Ed Walker

JP: This match is going to be a very decisive match. We are going to see the return of a true MWF legend into the ring...

Sully: ...I think we saw his return last week when he beat the living hell out of "Twisted Vizion", I couldn't help but laugh.

JP: That's all you seem to spend your time doing..."Twisted Vizion" must be one of the most powerful forces in the whole of wrestling and all you managed to do while they were being destroyed by Anarkist was laugh at their plight.

Sully: I'm hardly likely to cheer them on am I? They are the bully boys of the MWF, Walker thinks he can just push everyone around and Anarkist has comeback to show them who is boss.

JP: Walker's got every right to do what he wants, he built this place up from nothing.

Sully: There is too much red tape! Walker's on a power trip and Iniquity, Wayne, Doomsday and the rest of them they are all his little chess pieces that he plays whenever he feels like it. Whoever is attacking them really knows how to disrupt a stable.

JP: There were so many suspects...

Sully: ...shall we just focus on the task in hand and that is Anarkist's return to the MWF, a former two time MWF World Champion is about to get back inside the ring and we're here discussing a failed stable.

JP: Ernest Reeves has a huge chance tonight to beat a world beater, a legend.

Sully: Reeves doesn't have a chance, he's a little upstart who will be thoroughly crushed by the strength that Anarkist has.

JP: It's almost scary thinking about what Anarkist has done to past opponents and tonight he's taking on a relatively inexperienced wrestler.

Sully: Anarkist strangely seems to have some respect for Reeves, he seems to understand that everyone has to be a rookie at one time in their careers.

JP: It's how those rookies conduct themselves that decides whether they will make it in the MWF.

Sully: Reeves isn't doing too badly, shame he has quite a cocky attitude...

JP: ....I wouldn't call him cocky, he's nothing compared to Anarkist. How can Anarkist walk in here and announce that Doomsday isn't fit to be a champion?

Sully: Because he speaks the truth, I mean, Doomsday didn't win that belt he was awarded it!

[As Sully is speaking the lights in the arena begin to dim slightly and Peter Santos walks into the middle of the ring. A smile is on his face as he checks his mic before bellowing into it.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a standard match, scheduled for one fall. Would you please welcome first, making his return to the....

[Santos can't finish his sentence as the crowd let rip with a huge sea of jeers, Santos looks around, almost stunned at the reaction.]

JP: Whoah! I haven't heard a rection like that in a long time....I know these fans don't like Anarkist but I didn't know it was going to be that intense.

Sully: How can these people not realise what a legend he is? I am sure these people once cheered him and now they can't help but despise and because of what? His success! He is one of the best wrestlers we've ever had in the MWF and they just can't handle that he's better than two Doomsday's put together.

[Peter Santos raises his hand for some quiet, some of the crowd respond by toning down their jeering while others continue to heckle loudly.]

Peter Santos: Weighing in at 313 lbs., from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Anarkist!

["Papercut" by Linkin Park blares from the PA system and the crowd go wild with anger as Anarkist comes striding into view. He makes his way through a screen of white mist, smirking as the fans shout "You Suck!" over the top of the music. His white velvet pants read the inscription 'Anarkist!' and he points to it as he walks down the entrance ramp.]

JP: He is one of the most hated men in the MWF, I bet Walker's blood is boiling just watching this man out there.

Sully: It's only because this is the man who took Walker's daughter and made her his wife!

JP: That reminds me, did you catch what Anarkist said the other day?

Sully: No...

JP: ....Laura's had a baby, the MWF President is now officially a grandad!

Sully: Grandad Walker! Haha!

[The former MWF World Champion reaches the ring in quick time, he pauses for a moment and instead of getting into the ring he turns and walks around the side. Anarkist stares at the fans as he walks, his eyes picking out each person in the crowd as they lean forward and shout abuse at the man himself. Anarkist turns away from them and climbs up onto the ring apron, he steps into the ring and walks towards the centre of it. A smile creeps over his face as he looks around the crowd, cameras flashing like mad as he raises his arms and drops them....as his arms fall towards his waist there is a huge burst of flame from the turnbuckles sending screams from the crowd.]

JP: Whoah!

Sully: What an entrance by Anarkist, you know JP he just looks really empty without the MWF World Championship on his arm.

JP: Like a man without a wife?

Sully: Yeah, kind of like that.

[Anarkist is staring at the entrance way where no one stands, Peter Santos raises the mic and bellows again.]

Peter Santos: And the opponent, weighing in at 247 lbs., from Miami, Florida, "The Real Deal" Ernest Reeves!

[As "Livin It Up" by Limp Bizkit hits the PA system a big cheer goes up from the crowd as the MWF rookie makes his way out onto the entrance way. He is staring at the ring, his vision focused totally on the figure of Anarkist standing there watching the young hopeful. Anarkist's hand reaches over and grabs the mic from the grasp of Peter Santos and the two time MWF World Champion speaks over the noise of the music.]

Anarkist: Turn this damn shit off....

[The music begins to fade, Anarkist walks forward so that he is standing very near the ropes.]

Anarkist: Reeves, you wait there for a moment. You remember what I said? Tonight is your big chance kid, I want you to stand there for a moment and think about what it means to be out here....these people just cheered for you and now you want to walk down to the ring without taking a moment to remember where you are.

[A rumble of discontent comes from the crowd, Anarkist ignores this and continues.]

Anarkist: Find your fuel Reeves and whatever it is you come on down to this ring and you hit the gas on me....and I'll make sure that no matter how much is in your tank I will always send you back needing more!

[Reeves stares not at Anarkist but up at the arena roof, the lights beam down onto his small frame. His eyes are closed and the camera begins to pan up towards him. Slowly Reeves' head drops and he stares at the ring, he turns and looks around the arena at the fans who have hushed themselves to watch Reeves. The eyes of Reeves dart around, looking from section to section of the arena. He looks up at the arena lights again before suddenly snapping his head down and a huge smile comes across his face.]

JP: This doesn't look good for Anarkist, something tells me that Ernest Reeves has just found his fuel!

Sully: I really doubt Anarkist is scared of someone with a name like Ernest, I mean come on...if someone approached you called Ernest and said he was going to beat you up...you'd laugh right?

["The Real Deal" begins to jog down the entrance way, he raises his arms and whips the crowd up so that he is running down the entrance ramp with a wall of sound coming after him. Reeves hits the ring, sliding under the ropes and he goes straight after Anarkist. Grant August calls for the bell as "The Real Deal" slams himself into Anarkist, knocking the two time MWF World Champion back slightly. Reeves laughs and punches into the chest of Anarkist, it has no effect, Reeves punches again and now Anarkist is laughing as he grabs Reeves by the head and forces him into a headlock. The crowd cheer as Reeves slips out of the back and elbows Anarkist in the back, Anarkist staggers forward and Reeves lands another elbow to the spine of Anarkist before whittling Anarkist down to his knees with a brutal kick to the back of the knee.]

JP: Is this a sign of ring rust? Is the great Anarkist going to fall right here...

Sully: ...give him a chance JP, this match is only just beginning, while I expected it to be all one way I knew there might be the odd bit of friction.

JP: There will be more than friction tonight that's for sure, Reeves is going to use this "fuel" and rip right into Anarkist and leaving him wishing he never asked "The Real Deal" to find his fuel.

Sully: It's great to see Anarkist back in the ring though, he's been away too long.

[Ernest Reeves stands up over the fallen Anarkist, smiling. The smile is soon wiped off his face as suddenly Anarkist comes back to his feet and a punch fires into Ernest Reeves' neck. "The Real Deal" grabs his neck and chokes hard, holding his neck, Anarkist grabs Reeves and sends him running into the ropes...Reeves hits the ropes and comes back to be knocked out by a huge punch that shatters into the face of Reeves. Anarkist laughs and grabs the ropes to support him as he stamps down on Ernest Reeves.]

JP: Anarkist has come back to life here on Dynamite...Reeves needs to remain calm and remember that fuel he has inside of him.

Sully: A shame that fuel is economy standard and won't get him very far, a few miles at best.

JP: I'm not looking forward to seeing what Reeves can do, I think Anarkist lovers like you Sully might be surprised by this young man's talent.

Sully: He's been overhyped like so many wrestlers...I can't believe he's already main eventing a Monday Night Dynamite.

[Anarkist stops stamping on Ernest Reeves and grabs Reeves by his hair and pulls him to his feet...Reeves is lifted up and the crowd jeer as Anarkist places Reeves onto his shoulders. Anarkist brings Reeves down with a huge military press, Reeves flys and lands face first, bouncing up high off the canvas. The "Weapon of Mass Destruction" covers, Grant August counts....1.....2! Reeves manages to fly his shoulder off the canvas. Anarkist grabs the shoulder of Ernest Reeves and wrenches it back, Reeves roars with pain as Anarkist's knee is inserted into the shoulder socket of "The Real Deal".]

JP: Anarkist is going to snap Reeves in half if he keeps that move going...

Sully: ....that must really hurt, poor old Reeves is really going to be hurting in the morning after a move like that.

JP: That's the most sympathy I've ever heard come from your mouth Sully...

Sully: ...I was being sarcastic! I hope Reeves wakes up with an aching back and realises he belongs in the midcard.

[The crowd have been quietened by the attack of Anarkist and the assault continues as Anarkist lifts up Ernest Reeves, "The Real Deal" is holding his shoulder as he is sent with an irish whip to the turnbuckle...he hits the turnbuckle and slumps against it. Anarkist walks meancingly towards him, "The Real Deal" is leaning back, holding his shoulder. Anarkist grabs Reeves by the side and hoists him up and brings him down with a huge tilt-a-whirl-slam. The crowd jeer as Anarkist cockily poses over the fallen Ernest Reeves, as if to say "this is how it's done". Anarkist can be seen trash talking Reeves as he drops an elbow onto the rookie, this is followed by another elbow. Anarkist mounts Ernest Reeves and the crowd jeer as he pulls back his right fist and lets fly....the left fist follows and the punches rain down onto the face of Ernest Reeves. There is nothing "The Real Deal" can do with three hundred odd pounds sitting on top of him, he attempts to push Anarkist off but the former MWF World Champion is too strong. Anarkist puts his hands around the throat of Ernest Reeves and begins to throttle him, the legs and arms of Ernest Reeves flail wildly as Anarkist wraps his hands around the throat of Reeves.]

JP: My God! Anarkist is going to strangle Ernest Reeves in this very ring...

Sully: ...I knew he wasn't very happy when he came back to the MWF but now we are seeing the real anger of Anarkist inside this ring.

JP: He's like a beast unleashed from a cage, the MWF President is watching this backstage.

Sully: Oh I'm sure he will be, Ed will be sitting backstage and thinking how he ever allowed Anarkist to step foot in the MWF again...and the fallout from that action is being seen.

JP: The fallout being that Ernest Reeves may not be able to walk after this match is finished.

Sully: Good! Then maybe he'd shut up for a while, I think Anarkist is planning to rip out the throat of Ernest Reeves then he'll never be able to talk again.

[Anarkist moves his weight back and stands up, his hands still around the throat of Reeves. Ernest Reeves finds himself being pulled upwards and the crowd explode in anger as Anarkist hits the side effect, sending Reeves smashing down to the ground. Reeves bounces off the mat and Anarkist rolls him up with a school boy...Grant August counts...1.....2! Ernest Reeves kicks out, rather sluggishly. Anarkist rolls away and gets to his feet. He taunts the crowd, raising his arms and looking confident as the fans boo and jeer the former two time MWF World Champion. Anarkist shouts at Reeves to get up and with a look of determination Reeves begins to climb to his feet. The crowd is going wild as Reeves gives Anarkist the finger and shouts something at him. Anarkist comes running at Ernest Reeves and "The Real Deal" ducks a clothesline, Anarkist turns round and a dropkick lands on Anarkist's chin, knocking him down to the mat. Reeves grabs the legs of Anarkist and locks in a leg lock.]

JP: Here we go! Reeves is coming right back into this one, he is going to take out the one part of Anarkist's body that is more important than any others.

Sully: The legs of Anarkist are the base, they are where all the power is and now Reeves is trying to break them down.

JP: It's going to take a while, this is what is so exciting about Ernest Reeves...he has that ability to use these great tactics and awareness of when to use the right move.

Sully: Not many people duck an Anarkist clothesline.

[Ernest Reeves has the leg lock hammered in tight, Anarkist's leg is being twisted and wrenched as Reeves puts some more pressure on it. Anarkist reaches out but his arm just misses the ropes, Grant August is crouched down and anxiously watching on. Anarkist scrunches his face into a ball to try and fight the pain, Reeves suddenly rolls over and Anarkist roars with pain as the leglock becomes a boston half crab. Reeves is sitting back and leaning back to exert as much pressure as possible onto the back of Anarkist. The former two time MWF World Champion reaches out and grabs the ropes...Grant August calls Reeves off him. The crowd jeer as Anarkist holds the ropes and pulls his legs away from Ernest Reeves.]

JP: Anarkist is in real pain right now, Reeves using that expert technical skill to really make Anarkist suffer.

Sully: Anarkist took some submission classes, he got taught how to put the holds on but they forgot to tell him how to take them off!

JP: That's just plain foolishness on the part of Anarkist, he really should of known better.

Sully: He's got more than one braincell, unfortunatly I think he overlooked the technical superiority that Ernest Reeves has. However, Anarkist has greater power and brute strength.

[Reeves doesn't let up, he pushes Anarkist and places the former MWF World Champion's head onto the bottom rope. "The Real Deal" moves away from Anarkist and he hypes the crowd up by starting a handclap...he runs forward and Anarkist rolls out of the way. The crowd gasp as Ernest Reeves is straddled on the ropes, Anarkist grabs Ernest Reeves as "The Real Deal" turns round and is hoisted up in the air. He is sitting on Anarkist's shoulders and the crowd goes wild with anger as Anarkist hits The Broken Rule. Ernest Reeves' body is left a crippled heap on the mat...Anarkist covers as Grant August counts.....1.......2......3!]

JP: What a cheap win! Anarkist just can't do anything properly can he.

Sully: That's called taking an opportunity.

JP: He really took that well, but damnit, Ernest Reeves put up one hell of a fight.

Sully: I was almost impressed, but not enough.

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, Anarkist!