Should've probably kept to my pattern, proof-read and then continue a chapter, but sadly with the drain of strength, my pace has slowed me down, so to save time (Being that my work has thus far been fine) and hasn't gotten too many unofficial readers (As in just acquaintances who won't be as forgiven as friends for so many writing mistakes), so I've chosen to focus to unequally write it more unless otherwise.
To warn this chapter went on longer than intended, so it's kind of a long chapter (3,993words, 493words longer than what each chapter is meant to be max)
“Seriously!” yelled Kenneth Bombardier. “Who cooks a barbecue indoors?”
The camera turned to the British Ludicrous. He was wearing a chief hat instead his signature one and holding a spatula and was thinking. “No one?”
“I think the idea will catch on.”
“No it won’t!” screamed Kenneth. “Whole purpose of a-.”
The two were hit by the sprinkles.
“No!” cried the British Ludicrous. “My burgers!”
I swear the camera crew stalked the British Ludicrous ever since he started being less of a jerk and more suited to being used as filler between matches. Some of the scenes they put on were recorded just in case they couldn’t find him doing crazy like this.
Glad the camera crew were nowhere near us when we were celebrating my victory. I’m pretty sure the British Ludicrous vomited over on my car windscreen on purpose for the sake of some humour. I couldn’t really bring it up though after I accidently vomited over his shoes. I really needed to stop drinking so much with Tammy and Kanaya. Nonetheless I was grateful. I wouldn’t have won that match without the British Ludicrous.
The scene finally changed from the two childishly bickering back to what I was waiting for. After a dramatic wait, the announcer called out.
“Appearing his way to the ring at six-foot-four two-hundred thirty pounds all the way from New York, ready yourself for the unruly… Anarchist!”
The anarchy symbol slammed onto the screen and the wild alternate rock with someone screaming how he will never stop. Crowds then screamed as the long haired and baggy torn jeaned rebel, Anarchist walked out.
Anarchist was a smart mouthed and prankster, who liked to humiliate his enemies and shout his opinion to the audience, but he was gifted wrestler, he was almost an all-rounder but leaned towards being a high flyer. He would also stand up to any injustice just as valiant as I could ever dare, especially Henry Frodrick and that was what made me eager to see someone like him return.
The wrestler got into the ring and took the microphone handed to him. He then scaled the corner post and leaned out to the audience and observed them with that cocky smirk of his. He jumped off it and did the same on the one opposite.
“You all glad to see me?”
The crowd screamed. “Yes!” I wanted to scream that as well.
He went back up the other corner. “You really all that glad to see me?”
“Yes!” The audience chanted.
Anarchist gave an amused chuckle and dropped back down to circle around the ring. “I guess it’s been a while and you’ll have missed the anarchy that only Anarchist can deliver.” The audience simmered. “You seem to have also gotten tired with big Frodrick and want some punishment handed to him that only the Anarchist can deliver.”
“Yes!” The crowd were in a mixture of chants and cheers. I wanted it just as much as them. Henry Frodrick had no allies now; he’d have little hope of taking someone like him on his own.
Anarchist was strangely quiet however. He lifted the microphone to his lips and when the audience calmed, he spoke softly. “Well I’m not going to.” What? “Not here to do that. It’s not why I’m here and I don’t plan on doing it.” He resumed circling around the ring. “When I left those months ago because I grew tired of fighting Henry Frodrick. Like I mean each week was a constant struggle, he’d put me in some ridiculous match, he’d sabotage me and he’d do his infamous assaults…. Problem is I did it alone…”
No indeed. Sure, most wrestlers were dealing with their own problems, but everyone supported him, even the divas and even more he had the crowd behind his back.
“I did it alone!” insisted Anarchist. “It was me being smashed through ten tables, being dropped off the roof of a steel cage and having my leg dislocated. No one would come to my aid and do something; instead you’d all just sit behind those barriers or your TV screens, eating whatever snacks as I went through some of the worst things that have happened in this company. That’s why I left, I got sick of it.”
“So why is Anarchist back now?” asked Jim to Fred.
The Anarchist took in the audiences pleas, argues and retorts for a moment before lifting the microphone again. “The reason I’m here again however at Ultimate wrestling federation however is much… different… When I was being just a somebody with a load of cash, I went and watched other wrestling companies; you know just to study them. I watched them and it made me realise… just how much better they all are.”
He was booed. I wanted to boo, UWF was one of the top wrestling companies.
“I don’t know about that?” asked Fred to Jim.
“You want to know why? Well I talked to some of the fans why they watched this over this show and they explained that UWF doesn’t care much about skilled wrestlers, one who’ve worked hard on their techniques, can provide an arsenal of wrestling moves and have laid on strategies for their match. No, UWF would much rather promote tall big men that make children’s jaws drop, pretty boys that make the teenage girls scream and funny guys who make those with an IQ below fifty laugh at them. That is not a wrestling company that much rather sounds like a circus.”
“Then why did you come back!” shouted Jim. “Is this the closes thing to a circus that will let you join it?”
Anarchist flicked a look at him. “It’s a circus though that’s called the home to some of the greatest professional wrestlers; it is a huge business that undermines the business of real pro-wrestling promotions and it is poisons the mind of what real pro-wrestling is. This company harms other Pro-wrestling promotions where real potential fan’s minds will be poisoned by the flaws of this company and will think other companies should be like this. The only way to stop this is to change its societal structure and the only way to do that is… with anarchy.”
“Good luck!” barfed Jim with the crowd voicing the same things.
“And to do that, you need Anarchist.” He gave his cocky grin. “And trust me, by the end of this, I will have purged this mess in UWF by going after all the undeserving idols and burying them. Burying them one by one until they drop down to the card they belong or better yet, leave…” He paced around the ring. “I would start with Impact.” The crowd cheered. “Only reason that guy’s seeing as a top quality wrestler is because he’s great at using his speeches to fool people like a politician and acts as if he’s superman. But I’m told he’s going to be incapacitated for some time, so I’ll go with the kind of guy, who call themselves wrestlers, I hate most… Bill Yanks.”
This was unbelievable. I stormed out unable to believe this. I wanted Anarchist to return to continue his war with Frodrick, but instead he came back acting like some holy messiah come to cleanse us.
I began to simmer down on my walk around backstage. It could be rather lonely without Kanaya and Tammy. The two couldn’t make it today. Tammy was ill and she had no one to look after her, so Kanaya figured she would.
I did think of asking Sherri Momma if she wanted to hang, but she liked to complain about things more than actually just chill, which is what I needed, to chill.
“Hey.” My blood boiled again. I turned around to greet Anarchist stepping up to me. He offered me a fist bump, I humoured him. He gave his grin. “Now you are probably the greatest thing to come out of this company… well since me.”
“Hey, for years the diva division has been nothing but girls that are just there because of their looks or have some great wrestler in their family and have really just been doing nothing but hurting it. You though really understand the diva division.”
I couldn’t believe this guy. “You’re forgetting Tammy and Kanaya.”
Anarchist gave a sour face and wriggled about controlling himself. “Sure, sure. Cheerleader Tammy and don’t speak much with a mic Kanaya are just fine sure. But to be honest… You really are a breed of diva that are… superior and because you, you may well end up leading to a whole-.”
“Could you please cut the crud that’s coming out of your mouth?”
Anarchist was bewildered. He then started making mocking gestures with his hand as if trying to figure out a maths problem. “Excuse me?”
“I mean this whole preaching business of what you think makes better wrestlers. Like who are you to say Impact and Bill Yanks aren’t great wrestlers, they are. Impact had four long title runs in his first year in UWF.”
“The reason he got those shots though was because he was good at making the audience believe he was truly something with the way he gets them to eat on his every word.”
“The words Impact speaks are of justice and true ideals of pro-wrestling-.”
“Oh please, the pro-wrestling isn’t about being some superhero in the ring. It’s about being a true competitor.”
“And Impact is, he uses fairness and real will and strength to overcome.”
“Next you’ll be telling me that’s the same with Bill Yanks as well.”
“The guy uses his brute strength to win matches.”
“He uses his size and power, why can’t he?”
“Because you can’t work for something like that, it’s something you’re born with and that makes it unfair to every other wrestler that will never have that.”
“Bill Yanks worked to use his size to his advantage, you just have to work to be prepared to work against someone like him.”
Anarchist gave a surprised cough. “You know what, I can’t believe you’re talking to me like this. You got that title you’re holding because you stood up to Loli Cute because she got where she was because of her looks rather than skill.”
I got it for what I endured, but skipping that point. “I stood up to Loli Cute because she didn’t work hard to where she got to. She used others and cheap tricks to climb her way. Impact and Bill Yank embrace talents and gifts rather than try to hide them like some sort of shame.”
“Sorry.” Bill Yanks! The huge man came to my side and sized up with Anarchist, the two glaring impressed. “Wanted to make sure someone like Anarchist was really going after a guy like me.”
Anarchist smacked his lips. “Well, if I’m going to be taking down false idols.” He stepped forward. “May as well start with the biggest false one of them all.”
“Well,” grumbled Bill Yanks. I didn’t feel safe being anywhere near in his way between Anarchist, but I’m pretty sure I was the only thing stopping a brawl from breaking out. “I just spoke to Henry Frodrick and we have a match tonight, me and you.”
“Cool,” responded Anarchist. “I’m already started, like that.” He walked pass. “See you Elsandra, hope you get your head sorted.”
We watched him leave.
“You alright?” asked Bill Yanks.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Really hope you kick that guy’s ass though.”
“Heck, why not get the closes seat?”
“I was supposed to be guest commentator for Rick Thunder and Samuel Nova’s match.” He then embarrassingly wriggled. “But Rick Thunder is still injured from the triple threat match at Night of Gladiators.” I wasn’t surprised after I saw what Bill did to him. “And Jim was really wanting a guest commentator after not having one for so long, so I may as well repay things by seeing if it’s alright if he had you at commentary.”
Me at commentary! I-I had never done something like that before. “I-I no, no th-that’s-.” His hand slapped me my back, felt as if it was made of a log.
“Come on. You’ll get to tell all the details to the audience needing to cover their eyes from me squashing.” That would mean I wasn’t allowed to cover my eyes. “And explain how stupid Anarchist has gotten.”
Guess I would want to make sure no one else thought I was on the wrong side. “I guess I’ll do it.”
“Great, I’ll go and tell Jim.”
So later I had gone out into the arena in my outfit and title in shoulder, where the audience was happy to see me. It felt really weird however as I made my way to the commentary table.
“Now this is a real treat!” shouted Jim. “We get to have divas champion Elsandra as guest commentator right beside us.”
“Get up Jim, I want to be the one to sit beside Elsandra.”
“Forget it Fred, you’re out of your league.”
They both were. I took my seat nonetheless, but made sure to pull it away bit more without being obvious I was trying to get away from Jim’s dog breath. It took me a moment to realise I was being given a headset.
Soon as I had put it on, I felt Fred’s voice ring inside my ear. “As said, this is a real treat to have thy Elsandra out here. But tell us, why are you out here?”
I kind of needed to remind myself first before I could answer. “Well, Bill Yanks asked me and well I did it.”
“Bill Yanks!” retorted Fred. “I figured Anarchist would’ve asked you?”
I would’ve screamed if Anarchist’s entrance wasn’t well timed. When the rebel started making his entrance, I cooled down, a little.
“Me and Anarchist aren’t on the same page.”
The audience though were really behind Anarchist. I do have to admit, he was very skilled and had some of the greatest feuds in this company, especially with Henry Frodrick that was considered to always linger in UWF.
“Shouldn’t you be?” asked Fred. “You both preach about skill and hard work?”
“He preaches about skill, I preach about hard work those are two different things!” I replied. “Bill Yanks for instance may not have that great a move set which annoys Anarchist. But Bill Yanks has paid off a lot more to get where he is than Anarchist.” I savoured the spiteful glare I got from Anarchist whilst he was hail the crowd from the corner post.
“That’s saying a lot considering some of the violent feuds Anarchist has put himself for the average sized guy he is,” replied Jim.
“Are you saying you actually agree with what Anarchist says?”
“No- but he does-.” The sound of fireworks burst through the arena as Bill Yank’s entrance started. “Considering the comparison between the size of Bill Yanks and Anarchist, Anarchist does deserve a lot more for the gap he’s had to cover with pure skill.”
“If he deserves it then that means he’s earned it. In Ultimate wrestling federation you do that by winning your matches with honour, earning everyone’s respect and enduring what comes at you!” I was really getting into this. Glad that Bill Yanks talked me into this. “You don’t do that though by crying at your home for several months, deciding a company wasn’t the way you wanted it to be and coming back just so you can pick fights with more respected wrestlers you don’t like just because your jealous.”
It was great seeing Anarchist steam in the corner.
The referee signalled and the bell rung.
Anarchist burst out and hit both knees into Impacts chest. Before the giant fell to the mat, Anarchist leapt onto the turnbuckle. He then somersaulted off and slammed down his knee onto Bill Yank’s abdomen.
“Definitely no ring rust!” yelled Fred. “Anarchist hasn’t wrestled in several months and can still hit a combo as if using a game control to move his body.”
Indeed, I had gotten how smooth Anarchist could be.
Anarchist called out to the audience, beckoning them with his arm. Bill Yanks had tried to turn to his feet and tried to grab him, but the rebel rolled underneath him. I was shocked when he actually kneed him in the crotch.
“Did you see that?” I yelped whilst Bill Yanks dropped to his knees.
“See what?” asked Jim.
They didn’t and neither did the ref. Anarchist had learned a few tricks during his inactivity, but when since did he learn dirty tricks.
Bill Yanks struggled with the pain, while Anarchist bounced off the rope and came back, leaping up and kicking Bill Yank’s head onto the mat.
“This match has already got started and already Bill Yanks looks like an underdog to Anarchist!” analysed Jim.
“You see this!” yelled Anarchist out the audience. “This is what happens when you introduce a real wrestler to one that pretends to be and is just really a big dumb gorilla!”
The people actually cheered, but I was sickened. “Come on Bill Yanks!” I shouted into the mic.
Anarchist laughed at me, but when he turned he found the big man standing in front of him.
“I think Anarchist spent too much time gloating and not enough thinking,” noted Fred.
Bill Yanks gripped Anarchist by the throat and hoisted him up above his head with both hands. He paraded around effortlessly with the man in his grip.
“Now a real wrestler uses his strengths to his advantage!” I said.
“Well that’s some strength!” coughed Jim.
Bill Yanks eventually dropped Anarchist behind him, but the rebel caught himself as graceful as a cat. He then latched onto Bill and hauled him back down onto the mat with Bill’s spine driven onto Anarchist’s knees and bouncing him off in pain.
“Man!” yelped Fred. “You need a lock on Anarchist otherwise you really don’t know what’s going to happen!”
Bill was getting back up and was caught by Anarchist’s legs. The big man staggered back to his feet trying to wrench the jerk off. Anarchist however just hanged looking relaxed with the way his hands were behind his head. That obnoxious git.
“I think the jury has passed,” said Fred. “It’s lights out for Bill Yanks!”
The warrior pulled himself together though and reversed into the turnbuckle, splatting Anarchist.
“Gee wiz!” gasped Fred. “Bill Yanks just used pure strength to get out of that.”
“Not just pure strength!” I spat. “But willpower and effort. Anarchist will never come close to that if all he does is rely on his move set.”
Bill yanks reached for Anarchist but he scrambled up and was quickly behind the referee. That coward! Bill Yanks had to go around the panicking ref, one hand on him could lead to a disqualification. When the large man was starting to get really frustrated having to play this game, he was unprepared for a drop kick to the chest.
Bill staggered back, nearing the ropes, Anarchist charged at him.
“Bill!” I screamed
The warrior ducked and Anarchist intended flying headbutt sent him over the ropes and crashing haphazardly into the barrier.
Bill Yanks got back up winded while the audience was still cringing at how chaotically Anarchist was in. He gave me a thumbs up to thank and went after Anarchist. When he leaned over the ropes however, Anarchist greet him with a lead pipe to the face, no!
“By lord!” gasped Fred. “He just struck Bill Yanks with a foreign object! And it doesn’t look like the referee saw it!”
Anarchist hauled on the ropes to use to slingshot himself into the air and perform his finisher, the uncontained revolt. He caught Bill Yanks’ head with both legs while he was groggy and guillotined his neck against the mat.
The devastation of that move made it easy for Anarchist to get the three count and win the match.
I threw aside my headset and rushed into the ring by Bill Yanks’ side.
“Bill Yanks! Bill Yanks!”
“I-I’m okay,” groaned the man.
I doubt. That lead pipe left a mark on his face, a deep one.
It made me seethed and I realised the crowd was cheering and Anarchist basked in it. They just saw this as another one of his brutal feuds where he was doing justice. I needed to rectify this.
I ordered for a microphone and got to my feet. “Is this how you’re going to bury the so called underserving? With dishonour and cowardly acts?”
Anarchist gave me a annoyed look and ordered for his own microphone and spoke. “No, with skill.”
“I didn’t know there was some finesse to hiding behind a referee?”
“That was me using my intelligence.”
“And that was all your intelligence could come up with?” The crowd laughed, but I was serious. “In that situation, I would’ve came up with a lot more than something Lolli Cute would use. I am a wrestler who is prepared for any challenge in the ring with the skill, inner strength and what I’m born with, not some crud acts.”
I seemed to have the audience on my side. It made Anarchist’s face crunched. I don’t think there was ever a time someone had stolen the crowd from him since he became such a big name. “You know, this is something I would settle in a match,” growled Anarchist. “But I know Henry Frodrick would never allow a mixed match, regardless that he’s a feminist martyr, but more the trouble he got last time for a guy hitting a girl, so instead I’m just going to settle things right now with you.”
“What!” I gasped. “Are you talking like a fight?”
“More that I’m going to kick that ass of yours.”
“What!” yelled Fred. “Anarchist’s going to have brawl with a girl?”
“Even with a diva that’s wrong,” replied Jim.
I stumbled back. I had fought guys before, but only in a ring with rules, I had only ever fought someone in a match. It felt wrong to just mindlessly fight in any other manner and I knew I was already out matched to someone like Anarchist.
He sensed my fear and paced towards me with his cocky grin.
“Someone needs to do something!” shouted Fred. “I think Anarchist’s actually going to do something to her!”
“Darn it!” barked Jim. “I will!”
Jim started removing his headset, no offense, but Jim was an old time wrestler who would stand just as less a chance against Anarchist. I needed someone like the British Ludicrous or Bill Yanks back up to help me.
I tripped over Bill Yanks and fell onto my bum embarrassingly. The crowd was shouting in outrage, except Jim getting into the ring as Anarchist began to shadow over me. I needed someone. The lights went out.
The crowd murmured worried as eerie glows replaced the lights and what seemed to be mist filling the arena. A ghoulish howl echoed throughout the arena signalling for this haunting music to follow.
This was the entrance to only one wrestler, one wrestler that had gotten Anarchist to frantically spin around.
The glow grew to allow much visibility to return and appearing into the ring was the ghoulish tattooed monster, Eidolon. He gave his skull-like grin to Anarchist so happy to see him, while Anarchist was flushed in sweat and trembling. It made the hideous wrestler chuckle.
“Pst.” I looked to find the British Ludicrous outside the ring beside me. “I recommend we leave these two to catch up while we exit stage left.”
I assume the British Ludicrous had been hiding to make his moment, but had given it over to Eidolon. Not arguing with him anyways, I got him to help drag Bill Yanks out and left things to play out the way they were now.Author's comments:
So yes, call that the end of convenient of a feud that was meant to end quickly. The idea is that Elsandra is just involved in a feud that will culminate between Impact and Anarchist, the two biggest faces of the company (Like the Rock v Stone cold Steve Austin) that will build up to their match at UWF's biggest Pay-per-view. So while we follow Elsandra's story, she is in the midst of the two biggest wrestlers who will be at war with each other, though that feud doesn't get as much focused on as it's Elsandra's story.
So really if you were to look at this from a scripted universe point of view (As in all planned and acted), this would be Anarchist given a heel turn so as to hint towards this feud and give him time to adjust as a heel really. Hence his attempted assault on the hottest (Popularity wise) diva would be to gain him heat and to make the people dislike him (In WWE, heels get cheered, ask a hardcore wrestling fan why, as it involves a lot explanation and history to understand this). Hopefully though I didn't make Elsandra look weak, she was just damsel, by Anarchist just toppled a giant, even before he used the leadpipe and it was a nasty brawl he was looking for, so again, hopefully, that serves as an explanation to why Elsandra would get weak kneed.
Her feud with Anarchist was brief, but the Eidolon and Anarchist feud will be followed. Her real feud for this act begins in the next part and I'm pretty sure this'll be my favourite one
Also hardest to pull off I think...