Sunday, May 29th, 2005
Live From Daytona Beach, Florida
Jason Storm Vs Anarkist
MWF Commemorative Tournament Final Match
Main Event
[NLR returns from a commercial break and the crowd roar as the main event is about to begin, the camera cuts to the ringside where Jones and Clash were once seen, but now are replaced with JP and Sully, the MWF duo.]
Sully: This is going to be one of those very special nights, we�ve got the MWF legend with us tonight in the shape of Anarkist and he� up against the young pretender Jason Storm.
JP: These are two very big strong men and they are competing for one of the greatest prizes in professional wrestling. I�ve seen a whole lot of both of these men and this is going to be a great match!
Sully: This tournament has been held to commemorate the Maximum Wrestling Federation, a company that so many hold dear to their heart and I know a couple of the guys in the back might even shed a tear when they remember the great times they had there. I know I do!
JP: Tonight we�ve had many remembering the times they had and shared while in the MWF and now Anarkist wants to win this tournament to try and prove he was the greatest MWF star that ever walked through the famous halls of Chicago, Illinois.
Sully: The former MWF CEO Edward Walker has also made his way to the arena tonight, we briefly saw him earlier arriving with his escort, his daughter on his arm, he looks a lot better now after his time in hospital. It�s like a huge MWF reunion!
JP: Walker suffered a heart attack and that was the cause of his selling up of the MWF, Scotty Heart bought out the rights to MSW and turned it into this fine establishment.
[The crowd are on their feet as the announcer moves to the centre of the ring, he raises his hand for quiet and the rowdy crowd just about manage to obey. The announcer raises the mic to his lips and starts to announce the entrances of the two competitors.]
Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is the final of the MWF Commemorative tournament, introducing first, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 238 lbs., �The Ice Man� Jason Storm!
[The crowd leap to their feet and cheer as �Enemy� by Sevendust hits the PA system and the young Canadian walks out onto the entrance way. He plays to the crowd by raising his arms and shouting something inaudible at them. He walks down the entrance ramp towards the nearby four towers ring and slides under the ropes. He spins around with his arm spread wide and walks to one of the ladders strapped to the turnbuckle and climbs up it; he stops at the top and raises his arms to the cheering crowd.]
JP: This kid has made a massive impression since being signed to NLR and he rightfully deserves his place in the final of this event.
Sully: He doesn�t know what he�s letting himself in for, this is a massive event and I don�t think he�ll be able to handle the pressure that Anarkist puts him under.
JP: Are you sure? This is a smart kid and he has his mind focused on one thing and one thing only; victory.
Sully: Anarkist is the consummate professional when it comes to event like this; three time Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion, that is no flash in the pan. We�ve watched him wrestle for a long time, there�s no denying what he can do in that ring!
[Jason Storm climbs down from the ladder and shakes hands with the referee, he turns to face the entrance way as the lights in the arena grow slightly darker and a red glow starts to appear in the entrance way. The big screens splash out a display the eyes of a ferocious looking beast as the announcer bellows over the noise that is now being generated by the crowd.]
Jackie Frazier: And the opponent, weighing in at 315 lbs., from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, a former three time Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion, �Chaotic Future� Anarkist!
[Red pyro rips around the staging area of the entrance way and the crowd leap to their feet as Anarkist walks out in his familiar suit, he smiles and adjusts his sun glasses as he looks at the ring.]
JP: This man, this man is a legend in these circles; you step in the ring with this guy and you know you�re up against someone, or something very special.
Sully: He�s a walking machine, he will just walk through opponents if he has to. He doesn�t stop for anything, or anyone for that matter!
JP: I wonder if having his former boss, and the grand father to his child in the audience tonight will affect him?
Sully: I doubt it.
[The camera moves to the front row of ringside where the former MWF wrestlers can be seen, the majority of them are on their feet applauding Anarkist as he makes his way down the entrance ramp; but Edward Walker can be seen sitting down, his arm around his daughter as they watch Anarkist very carefully. The former three time MWF World Heavyweight Champion reaches the ring, he ignores Jason Storm completely and walks round to where his former colleagues are and he high fives them all as he walks along. He reaches a gap in the standing wrestlers and he comes face to face with the former MWF CEO Edward Walker.]
Sully: Oh man, this should be something.
JP I might have to look the other way in a minute!
[The two men gaze at each other, Anarkist takes off his sunglasses and Walker gets to his feet, the nearby crowd are going wild as the two men�s gaze doesn�t break. The referee slides from the ring and grabs Anarkist from behind, but Anarkist extends an arm and flings the referee off him like he doesn�t weigh a cent. Walker is on the other side of the barrier to Anarkist and he places both hands on it and says something to Anarkist, the former MWF World Heavyweight Champion smirks and puts his face right up to Walker�s. The two men stand there for a moment until Anarkist eventually turns away and raises his finger to point straight at Jason Storm, this gets a huge response from the crowd and Anarkist rips off his jackets and rips away his shirt.]
JP: The suit is coming off, I think we�re almost ready to get underway here. Anarkist means business!
Sully: Jason Storm is going to need every ounce of strength available if he wants to get out of this alive.
JP: I want to see if Walker plays a part in this!
Sully: I hope he doesn�t, he needs to let by-gones be by-gones.
[Anarkist is in the ring and he rips off his trousers to reveal wrestling pants underneath, he roars at Jason Storm and the younger wrestler seems slightly intimidated as he backs away to the other side of the ring.]
JP: Jason Storm needs to step up and be counted here, otherwise he�ll be ripped apart by Anarkist.
Sully: Uh-oh!
[The match referee gets in front of Anarkist, who roars a challenge at his opponent and Jason Storm gets a pop from the crowd as he stops backing away and instead walks towards Anarkist. �Weapon of Mass Destruction� comes face to face with �The Ice Man� Jason Storm, the two men look deep into one another�s eyes and the crowd go wild as the bell rings and the fists begin to fly. The right hand of Anarkist stings the cheek of Jason Storm and the crowd are on their feet cheering as a second shot from the right hand of Anarkist knocks Storm off balance and Anarkist presses forward his advantage. The former MWF wrestlers on the side are chanting for Anarkist as he grabs the young Canadian wrestler and irish whips him into the ropes. Jason Storm catches himself on the ropes and shakes his head in disbelief, he only has a moment to shake his head as it is almost taken off by Anarkist who runs at him and clotheslines Jason Storm clean out of the ring. The crowd turn on Jason Storm as he collapses to the outside, he holds his head as Anarkist roars challenges down at him.]
JP: Anarkist has gone off like a bomb here, he�s exploded against poor Jason Storm.
Sully: I feel sorry for Storm, he�s not going to get a look in with Anarkist on this kind of form.
JP: It seems like wherever Anarkist goes he�s going be a champion.
[The crowd roar as Anarkist ducks between the ropes and drops down to the outside himself. Jason Storm has managed to grab the guardrail and he raises himself up to his feet while the crowd jeer him loudly. He turns round and keeps his cool as Anarkist comes at him. A right hand from Anarkist hits only clean air as Jason Storm manages to drop and roll away, he smiles as Anarkist turns around and Jason Storm grabs the big man around the waist. The referee has started counting in the ring and he counts �1� �Storm lifts Anarkist in the air and uses every ounce of strength in his body to do a belly to belly suplex that has Anarkist crushed onto the concrete. Jason Storm smirks as the count hits a 2 and he makes his way towards the ring �3�]
JP: I�m never writing off another wrestler ever again! Jason Storm has come right back into contention, he�s not going to stay down.
Sully: He�s a good man, but Anarkist will not be beaten.
[Jason Storm is inside the ring as Anarkist stays down on the outside, the fans jeer as Jason Storm makes his way to the turnbuckle where the ladder is strapped to it. He puts a foot on the ladder and suddenly the jeers turn to excited cheers as Jason Storm begins to climb the ladder.]
JP: What is that fool doing?
Sully: He�s taking a risk, because this is the MWF tournament final and that is what finals are all about; taking a risk and getting away with it.
JP: But it seems suicidal.
Sully: Remember folks, the four towers ring is exclusive to NLR and you will only see it here! � Fell good to say that!
[Jason Storm reaches the top of the ladder, the referee has reached a 5 count and the fans are cheering as Anarkist gets to a standing position, Jason Storm doesn�t care, he stands on the top of the ladder and leaps off it. The cameras around the arena flash like mad as Jason Storm comes flying down and executes a beautifully timed splash onto the rising Anarkist. The former MWF World Heavyweight Champion cripples under the blow and Jason Storm rolls off the body of Anarkist and holds his ribs, gasping for breath.]
Sully: Damn!
JP: What a move!
[Storm raises an arm to show he�s still with it, but Anarkist makes no movement at all as Jason Storm staggers back to his feet and smiles proudly at his move. He leans down and grabs Anarkist by the shoulders and hauls him back to his feet, Storm takes Anarkist to the side of the ring as the referee counts for 7 and urges them to get back inside the squared circle. Jason Storm rolls Anarkist under the ropes and then rolls under them himself.]
Sully: He�s going for a cover and we could have a very early winner here!
JP: You might think Jason Storm is a rookie compared to Anarkist, but let me tell you he is no rookie when it comes to wrestling. Fair enough in NLR but not, but no when it comes to a straight fight. He�s been playing with Anarkist and it is showing right here, right now.
Sully: Here comes the cover!
[The referee counts as Jason Storm covers � 1 � 2! The count only reaches a two as Anarkist gets his foot onto the ropes and the referee signals a two count, �The Ice Man� coolly smiles and gets Anarkist back to his feet again. The two Canadians look to exchange blows, but Jason Storm has the upper hand and the crowd gasp as Anarkist is whipped into the corner and slams into the ladder face first! Anarkist recoils and the crowd cheer, starting to turn to Storm in this contest as he grabs Anarkist from behind and hit�s a reverse DDT. He looks for another cover �1...2! Again only a two count is registered but Jason Storm doesn�t show any signs of annoyance.]
JP: This man is staying ice cool, he was rattled by Anarkist at first but now he seems to have the measure of his opponent and it is really showing.
Sully: He�s found his rhythm and it is Anarkist who cannot get a look in when Jason Storm is on form.
[Jason Storm backs off and leaves Anarkist who is trying to get to his feet, his face is red with both pain and exertion as he tries to stand. Storm backs off and Anarkist stands waiting for him. The two men exchange words and Jason Storm beckons for Anarkist to come at him, the �Weapon of Mass Destruction� does so. He charges across the ring and the fans cheer as Storm ducks the clothesline and comes with an uppercut into the chin of Anarkist. The head of Anarkist is snapped back and he staggers back holding his neck while Jason Storm runs at Anarkist and hit�s a running inverted neck breaker. The ring shakes on impact at the devastating move and Jason Storm lets out a cry of delight at having hit such a powerful move. He hooks the leg of Anarkist and the crowd chant as the referee counts �1�2...! Anarkist manages to kick out and the crowd let out jeers, while the MWF wrestlers look very concerned at their former colleague who is struggling.]
JP: It seems the great Anarkist is really struggling here against this upstart Canadian foe.
Sully: Perhaps he�s finding it hard fighting his own countryman?
JP: Nonsense!
[Jason Storm moves away from Anarkist and prepares himself across the other side of the ring for some sort of running attack, Anarkist is on his knees as he looks around himself and with a great breath he turns round. As he turns Jason Storm runs across the ring looking for a move against Anarkist, but the former MWF World Heavyweight Champion grabs Storm and hits a massive spine buster that sends Jason Storm up in the air and down again just as fast. Anarkist snarls and gets to his feet, he stomps the ground right next to Jason Storm and spits some words of fire down on his downed opponent.]
JP: What was that you were saying about Anarkist finding it hard to fight his fellow countrymen?
Sully: Nothing!
JP: These two guys really going at it here and it is a great advert for NLR, if you want to see this kind of action every week then please keep coming back, Hysteria is the show to see, now hosted by the best damn broadcasting team in history!
[Anarkist scoops up Jason Storm and the crowd gasp as he hits a massive backbreaker that seems to snap Storm in half, Anarkist looks for a cover �1...2! Storm is able to kick out, much to the frustration of the former MWF wrestlers in the front row. They cheer on Anarkist as he gets to his feet and heads for the turnbuckle. The big man looks at the ladder and points to the top, the fans watch in disbelief as Anarkist scales the ladder.]
Sully: What the hell?
JP: Why is he going up there? That is no place for Anarkist, he doesn�t belong up there.
[Anarkist signals with his hand that he is a three time MWF World Heavyweight Champion as he climbs the ladder strapped to the turnbuckle, he slowly climbs it as Jason Storm stays down on the mat without a flicker of life in him. Anarkist gets to the top of the ladder and looks down at the fallen Jason Storm.]
Sully: I think he�s going to finish it right here!
JP: Close your eyes folks, this won�t be pretty!
[Anarkist steadies himself and leaps off the top of the ladder, the crowd are on their feet and the MWF wrestlers leap in the air with joy as Anarkist crashes down towards the ring.]
Sully: Shooting Star�
JP: Press!
[ The crowd is going absolutely insane as the near seven foot frame of Anarkist spins in the air. Time seems to slow and the mere seconds it takes for the move to take place seems to take days. However, all good things come to an end, Anarkist comes crashing down with a thunderous explosion, landing on top of the prone Jason Storm. Anarkist bounces off of Storm from the force of landing, and takes a moment to himself to catch his breath. ]
Sully: Sweet merciful crap!
JP: I�ve seen him hit that move once before and it won him the MWF Heavyweight Championship! It looks to me like Anarkist is going to win himself a chance to face Leandro right here!
Sully: Did you see that!?
JP: The entire world seen it old friend!
Sully: �. Jesus �
[ Sully�s flabbergast is mirrored by everyone in the arena, including the former MWF wrestlers, who can smell victory for their comrade. Much to the amazement of everyone in the arena though, Anakist does not roll over to make the cover on Storm, who has not moved in quite some time at this point. Anarkist struggles to get to a knee, a sick smile can be caught on his face, despite the fact that he head is bowed. Anarkist then pushes himself to his feet, standing tall over Storm with a sick smile on his face, beaming for everyone to see. ]
Sully: He�s not done!
JP: What?
Sully: He�s not finished with Storm, that�s why he�s smiling.
JP: Dear lord....
[ Anarkist reaches down and grabs a handful of Storm�s hair, dragging his lifeless body to his feet. Anarkist drives a stiff knee to his stomach, still not letting go of the handful of hair, ignoring the screams of the ref. Anarkist then spins himself around and uses his own momentum to send Storm flying face first into the corner and more importantly, into the ladder. Storm�s face bounces off the steel rung and lacerates the side of his face. Storm falls back to the mat and a huge gash from his temple to his cheek is now oozing blood. Showing no remorse Anarkist quickly walks over to Jason, once again pulling him to his feet. Jason can barely stand at this point, but Anarkist pays no attention. Anarkist forcefully drives Storm�s head between his legs and moves slowly over to the corner the crowd not sure whether to jeer or cheer at the thought of what Anarkist has planned. This doesn�t cause Anarkist to miss a beat either way, in a swift motion Anarkist hoists Storm up in front of his face and then ferociously powerbombs him into the steel ladder! Storm bounces limply off of the ladder, after a searing scream, and falls down to the mat wincing in pain. ]
JP: Somebody stop this!
Sully: Storm is seriously injured, look at his eye! There is blood everywhere! I don�t agree with you often, but this does need to stop!
[ Once again, Anarkist leers down at Storm, who is covered in his own blood and not moving. He reaches down and pulls him to his feet, but Storm can barely stand on his own free will. Anarkist looks around at the crowd, almost antagonizing them, seeing how much destruction they really lust for. Anarkist then erases his smirk and barks something to Storm, who seems to be on another planet. Anarkist shakes his head in disgust before almost effortlessly pulling Storm off of his knees and placing him onto his shoulders. Anarkist walks around the ring scream at everyone in attendance while Storm lays, belly up, on his shoulders. He reaches the center of the ring, after a few turns around, and pauses. After letting out a roar Anarkist sends Storm�s body into motion and connects with a huge Broken Rule, dead center of the ring. Storm is sprawled out and Anarkist looks down at him fuming with anger. ]
JP: BROKEN RULE! BROKEN RULE!
Sully: It�s over ladies and gentlemen!
[ The ref yells at Anarkist to simply make the cover, however Anarkist pays no attention. He stands over the broken Storm, just staring down at him. Then to the surprise of everyone in attendance, Anarkist turns around and via the top rope, exits the ring. Anarkist hops down to the outside of the ring and solemnly starts walking up the ramp. The ref, looking very confused, had no choice but to start counting � 1 �. 2 �]
Sully: What the hell?
JP: Where is Anarkist going? He had this match won!
Sully: He�s walking away from a shot at the Legacy Championship � and Leandro!
[ �3 � Anarkist pays no attention to the ref counting him out and continues up the ramp, he pauses when he reaches the top of the ramp. �4� Anarkist makes a motion with his hand, causing a stage hand to quickly run out and hand him a mic. � 5 � Anarkist finally turns around, raising the mic to his mouth. �6 � ]
Anarkist: I came to the NLR to continue the legacy I started back in the MWF.
[ The crowd go into an uproar at the mention of the fallen fed�s name. In the background the ref carries on the count �7� ]
Anarkist: I came here to prove that I am the best, to leave my mark, to do the same thing here that I did in the MWF. Carry it to heights that no one dreamed imaginable. Just ask Walker over there, when he launched the MWF for the second time, he had no idea that it would get to be as big as it did. Guess who was responsible for that? I was main eventing long before Thunder Bull, long before Ace Spade, long before Troy Knight, long before Gutter Rat! I am the reason all those guys even know the MWF exists.
[ � 8 � ]
Anarkist: That is why I stand before you here today! I set out to be the first champion the NLR would crown and I would carry it to heights similar to the MWF. In stead, I�m confronted with corruption and deception! The new guys running this place have seen it fit to make this a number one contenders match by allowing the Rat Bastard and Leandro to duke it out for the Legacy Championship, while once again I get blown off � I don�t think so!
[ � 9 � ]
Anarkist: I lived through the corruption of Walker and I didn�t take his shit for one second. If the new guys around here think that they can fuck me over like this and not feel the repercussions, they�ve got another thing coming! �. What are you waiting for � make the count!
[ The ref looks at Anarkist confused, realizing the last statement was intended for him. The last thing the ref wants to do is end the tournament on a count out, but doesn�t know what to do. ]
Anarkist: I refuse to sit by idly watching as I get screwed over by two jerk asses who think they can save this place without my help. You guys want to undermine me, give my title to two guys that are not even in the same league as me! The proof that I am the best god damned wrestler in this place sits in the archives of this place. I beat everyone in your tournament, never lost a single match while I was here, I just decimated the �second best� wrestler in this place, and yet Leandro is the one with the Legacy championship around his waist. I will not be part of a backwards federation where excellence gets ignored and insolence gets rewarded!
[ The crowd is in shock at the outburst from Anarksit, unsure of what to make of all of this. Anarkist looks around in disgust, raging with anger. He then screams at the ref in the ring. ]
Anarkist: MAKE THE FUCKING COUNT! I beat Jason Storm, and yet I stand here empty handed! Leandro gets beaten by me and by Kyle Bauer and he�s the Legacy Champion! I don�t want the title shot � I quit!
[ A massive gasp goes throughout the arena at what Anarkist just said. Anarkist drops the mic and shakes his head once again in disgust at what he sees. Anarkist turns around and disappears behind the curtain, leaving everyone in the arena in pure confusion. Inside the ring, Storm is still out and the ref has no choice but to utter the final count �10! He then signals for the bell and quickly for the EMT�s to come to Jason�s aide. ]
Jackie Frazier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via count out. The winner of the 2005 MWF Commemoration Tournament, and your new number one contender, Jason Storm!
Sully: What the hell just happened?!
JP: I think Anarkist just quit, after having this match won!
Sully: Wh�Ho...Why!?
JP: Your guess is as good as mine! He said he refused to be part of a �crooked� federaton, but why all of the sudden!
Sully: I�ll tell you why, because the man upstairs handed the Championship to Leandro, while the far more deserving Anarkist was left with a �number one contender� match. I guess he just didn�t like the way things work around here now!
JP: Well this has been a ridiculously amazing night, champions were crowned legends have part ways with us, legacies have been born, and most of all � whoa hold on a second!
[ From behind the curtain from which Anarkist has just disappeared, someone can be seen walking calmly out to the sold out crowd. The crowd goes absolutely insane when they see who is standing atop the ramp, eyeing Jason Storm who is being helped up the ramp. ]
JP: THUNDER BULL!?!?
[ The arena is in a frenzy at the sight of the final MWF World Heavyweight Champion making an appearance here in the NLR! The front row is shown and all the former MWF stars are going equally ballistic. Bull then smiles and charges down the ramp, full speed. Thunder Bull leaps into the air halfway down the ramp and rotates in mid-air knocking down Storm and the group of NLR trainers with a beautiful cross-body. The crowd is still in a frenzy as Bull leaps to his feet and brings with him the wrecked Jason Storm. Thunder Bull looks around at the fans, holding up Storm, and then at his former boss and co-workers. ]
Sully: What the hell is this?! Has Thunder Bull joined the NLR?
JP: I have no idea what�s going on, but I happen to know for a fact that Thunder Bull has just recently signed a huge contract with WEW, a contract that does not allow him to wrestle for any other corporation!
Sully: Then what the hell is he doing here?
JP: Bull�s always been very unconventional and he did say in his MWF segment that he had a special goodbye planned, I think this is it! A tribute to Anarkist and to the MWF!
Sully: Huh? What are you talking about!
JP: I think this is the Perfector of Pain�s way of saying goodbye to the MWF and saying that he thinks Anarkist should have won this tournament. I happen to know that there is a lot of respect shared between these guys and I don�t think Bull fully appreciates the way everything went down here tonight, particularly in favor of Anarkist and the memory of the MWF!
[ Thunder Bull then turns his attention to Storm and in the blink of an eye Thunder Bull has a firm hold of Storm and begins spinning him around, only to violently crash his bloodied face down onto the steel ramp, connecting with the Thunder Blade! The crowd goes into a frenzy once again for Thunder Bull who slowly gets to his feet, looking around at everyone in attendance. ]
Sully: I am so confused!
JP: Sully, I think this was just a one time deal! I don�t even think Thunder Bull has anything against Storm. This was just his unique way of saying goodbye!
Sully: Ya whatever! Anyway, that�s all the time we�ve got for tonight, we�ll see you on Friday where we can hopefully clarify just what the hell is going on around here!
JP: For Sully, I�m JP, this is the Next Level Revolution, goodnight!
Next Level Revolution as part of Projekt Xero present Threshold
Matches Written by:
Kyle Bauer
Ed Walker
Jon Beavers
Nick Hammill
Additional Segments from:
Johnny Swan
Stefan Mallais
Jon Beavers
MWF Segment Thanks to:
Jason Williams
Jon Beavers
Alex Harley
Stefan Mallais
Sean / Doomsday