Pond: Well, it’s main event time and...this won’t go well.
The Big L: No. Not in the least.
Minoru Asano: I brought a poncho to keep out the blood!
Pond: That might be the smartest thing anyone’s done tonight. Since, in just a few moments, we’ll be having a Falls Count Anywhere match, between RW’s Jason Anderson Protivnik, and EXODUS’ Beowulf. Because Jason bashed Beowulf’s girlfriend in the head with a chair as part of his quest to balance things between himself and Jolyne Dysart, Beowulf has...uh…
The Big L: Gotten very, very angry.
Pond: Unbelievably so. To the point he’s even said he’s angrier at Jason then he was at Lifer.
Minoru Asano: Actually terrifying to imagine! That’s why I’m drinking! Well that and alcoholism!
Pond: Yeah. This...won’t be pretty. David, let’s get this started.
David Zinkus: The following is a Falls Count Anywhere match! Introducing first…
The lights go entirely out. For a moment the crowd is left in this darkness, muttering amonst themselves as to what's going to happen. Suddenly something lights up. On the stage now, a few points of light, stars, can be seen. Together, they form a familiar constellation.
Libra.
The lights cut on, revealing the stars to be pricks of light on the back of the jacket of Jason Anderson Protivnik. As the lights cut on, a cry of "TAKEDOWN!" starts up "Takedown" by Blue Stahli, Jason turning on his heel and beginning to promptly make his way down the ramp, slapping a few select hands.
David Zinkus: From Yuma, Arizona, weighing in tonight at 200lbs. He is JASON! ANDERSON! PROOOOOTIVNIK!
"What you gonna do?
What you gonna say?
When I wipe the smile right off of your face!?"
He quickly hops up onto the apron, looking up to the production booth for a moment before stepping between the ropes. He makes his way to the middle of the ring, where he turns and lets the camera focus on the constellation on his back, as the song continues with a message for a very special person.
"I wanna take you down, I wanna take you out!
I wanna be the one to break your dignity!
And all your empty pride, will rot the hole inside
But you'd make a BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE!"
As the song now fades off, Jason makes his way to his corner, pulling his jacket off as he does, ready to get started.
Pond: It’s been quite a change between Anderson Cobalt and Jason Anderson Protivnik. Night and day.
The Big L: It has been, but Big L ain’t certain it’s been a change for the good. And some of these people out here don’t seem certain either.
Pond: Yeah...everyone was behind him to start with, but attacking Stacey, who had nothing to do with this, has...not helped things.
The Big L: And he doesn’t seem to be worried.
Pond: That’s the most worrying thing.
David Zinkus: And his opponent, from EXODUS Pro…
Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix) starts to play, as the arena is plunged into blackout. After a few moments, white lights starts scanning the crowd, mimicking spotlights, searching for something. Suddenly, after about half a minute, as the electronic beat starts, they all snap to a single position, as the rear of one of the lower banks of seating, where a lone man stands, black hood pulled over his head, holding a pool cue high up in the air. As the music continues, he drops down into the crowd, making his way through the throng of people, ignoring the slaps on the back he’s receiving as he goes, before finally reaching the barrier. Placing one chain wrapped fist on the metal barricade, he vaults it with ease, before sliding straight into the ring under the bottom rope. He quickly trots to the opposite rope, and stands up on the bottom rope, again raising the pool cue high above his head as he salutes crowd. Dropping off the ropes, he moves to the ropes adjacent to the right, and repeats the procedure again, doing it twice more until all sides of the ring have been covered. After jumping off the last set, he returns to the centre of the ring, and jerks his head back, revealing his ginger beard and mohican. He hoists the pool cue aloft one last time, before making his way to his corner, and removing his hoodie.
David Zinkus: From Romford, Essex, England, representing the Imperium….BEOWULF!
The Big L: Wulf has been a friend of mine for a long time, and I know what he’s feeling. If someone did something to Victoria, I would tear them apart. But I don’t feel right about this. Something don’t feel right.
Pond: I agree, but it’s too late. The bell’s about to ring.
MAIN EVENT - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH
BEOWULF (EXODUS) vs. JASON ANDERSON PROTIVNIK
The bell rang, and immediately any chance of this being a wrestling match disappeared. Beowulf charged first, and Jason surged to meet him, the two crashing against each other in the middle of the ring, and fists began to fly. Wild, angry punches from Beowulf slammed into Jason, who responds with more calculated mid-section shots. This continued until Beowulf pulled Jason’s leg out with one of his own, sending both down. Beowulf mounts Jason to throw some shots down, but Jason manages to buck him off before too many can rain down on him. This gives both time to get up, and Beowulf immediately charges, nailing Jason with a lariat that sends them both spilling over the top rope!
Both of them crash to the outside, but Beowulf is quicker up than Jason is, grabbing him by the head and throwing him forward, causing Jason’s head to slam into the ringpost! Jason goes down to one knee, letting Beowulf grab him by the head. He drags him over to the railing, leaning him against it. He takes a few steps back and charges to bring a boot to Jason’s face...but he moves! Jason ducks out of the way, causing Beowulf’s leg to just go over the railing and the top edge of the railing to hit some sensitive parts. Jason capitalized by throwing a clothesline at the back of Beowulf’s head, knocking him forward and spilling both over the railing to boot. Jason is first up this time, going to grab Beowulf only for him to surge forward and spear him down to the hard concrete, head just barely missing rebounding off a stair.
Fans around them start to scatter, forming a circle of empty seats for them to fight around as Jason throws a thumb into Beowulf’s eye to force him off of him, before grabbing the heavier man and whipping him forward, sending him crashing into some chairs and over onto the next level of the stands. Jason followed, but Beowulf actually pulled himself up onto the next level to give himself an extra few seconds, letting him get to his feet as Jason reached him, where he was met with a Beowulf boot to the gut, doubling him over briefly, as Beowulf grabbed him and threw him to the concrete. He went for an elbow, but Jason rolled out of the way, letting Beowulf smash his elbow onto the concrete. Jason was quick to his feet, and grabbed the first thing he saw. A chair. He spins around, swinging it at Beowulf as he gets up!
But Beowulf blocks with a chair of his own he had grabbed! Jason looks surprised, letting Beowulf drive his boot into the young man’s gut, doubling him over, where Beowulf quickly smashed the chair into his back! Jason falls to his stomach, and Beowulf raises the chair up high to smash him again, only for Jason’s legs to tangle around one of Beowulf’s own, yanking it out from under him, sending him tumbling backwards into the aisle!
Jason gets up and quickly sets back into him, driving a boot into the face of Beowulf to stun him momentarily so Jason can grab him and pull him up before just as quickly taking him down with the Ceiling Cracker! He makes an attempt at a pin, but it’s quickly kicked out of, and Jason goes with it, trying to hook one of Beowulf’s arms, only to find it flailing right into his nose, knocking him back! Jason scrambled backwards, just trying to create some distance, forcing the circle of displaced fans to grow larger as he does. The two come up and Jason beckons to Beowulf, who just does the same. Jason lets out a laugh and actually goes for it, taking off at a run at Beowulf, leaping to drive a knee into his skull...only to be caught by Beowulf, who spun them both around before driving Jason down with a spinebuster onto one of the standing chairs, crushing it! Beowulf looks like he might go for a pin, but instead just picks up Jason and knees him in the gut just for good measure, before moving him to the stairs and starting to move him down towards the ring. After a few steps however he’s surprised when Jason suddenly pushes himself back free of Beowulf’s grasp, before grabbing him by the head and slamming Beowulf’s head down onto the railing! This stuns the older man and allows Jason to shove him forward, sending Beowulf tumbling down the stairs! Beowulf comes to a rest just in front of the front railing, on his stomach. Just where Jason wants him. He starts running down the stairs and just as he reaches the bottom he leaps off ready to hit the Scale Balancer!
But Beowulf pushes himself forward at the last moment, leaving Jason slamming his boots onto the concrete! He seems shocked by this and a little stunned, which gives Beowulf plenty of time to grab him by the leg and head and toss him over the railing back to the ringside proper.
Pond: We’ve seen some hate-filled matches here in RW but I...don’t know if we’ve seen anyone as angry as Beowulf is. The intensity he’s showing here is...
Minoru Asano: Spooky?
Pond: No, no. It’s...GRENDEL-esque.
Minoru Asano: ...ohhh....spooky was less worrying.
The Big L: But she’s right. Big L’s been around Wulf a long time and this…
Jason starts to get up, only to have Beowulf drop a boot on his back as he hops the railing. Beowulf grabs Jason and pulls him to his feet, rearing back and just nailing him in the face with a right hook that sends Jason stumbling against the railing. Beowulf goes for him, but Jason hooks his arms on the railing and pushes himself up, driving both of his feet into Beowulf’s chest, sending him back. Jason springs forward from there, grabbing Beowulf’s head and slamming it into the edge of the ring, sending him down to the floor. He falls down onto him, and the referee drops too, beginning the count.
1…
2…
Kickout!
Jason slams his hand on the floor in frustration before starting to stand, only for Beowulf to grab him by the arm and jerk him down more, producing from under the ring a pool cue! He takes a swing that, luckily, Jason is able to duck, and he immediately scrambles back, away from the armed Erikssen. Beowulf has an unpleasant grin on his face as he approaches Jason, who's back is against the railing. Beowulf strikes down quickly, but Jason moves again, causing the pool cue to rebound off of it and throwing Beowulf off, letting Jason dart forward and tackle him to the floor! Jason snatches the pool cue from Beowulf’s grip and stands, raising it and snapping it down against Beowulf’s gut twice!
He goes for a third shot, only for Beowulf to catch it, yanking it from his hand and just throwing it into the crowd where hopefully it didn’t hit a fan (unless it’s SectionD), and Beowulf threw his boot out into Jason’s gut, sending him stumbling back towards the announcer’s table. Beowulf follows, grabbing Jason by the head and rearing him back before slamming his head against the table. Jason goes a little limp in his grip, but still tries to fight Beowulf off. Beowulf responds in the worst way. By grabbing him by the leg and pushing him onto the table, before climbing up it himself.
Pond: Nope nope nope hell nope!
Minoru Asano: Save yourself but more importantly save the booze!
The Big L: AW HELL NAH!
All three of them back the hell away from the table as Beowulf pulls Protivnik to his feet and the two struggle on top of it. Jason seems to have the advantage, starting to set up for his Harbinger Driver, only for Beowulf to suddenly spin around him, holding Jason’s hands against his stomach, and throwing him back for the Beowulf Suplex through the announcer’s table!
Both men are laid out in the remnants of the table, neither one yet seeming to move. The referee starts to step in to check on them, only to be surprised as one starts to move. Slowly, Beowulf shakily stands back on his feet. He looks down at Jason, with so much hate in his eyes, and starts to reach down to grab him.
And that’s when Jason smashes one of Minoru’s bottles of beer into Beowulf’s head.
Minoru Asano: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Beowulf flops over onto his side, bleeding from the side of the head where he was hit, seemingly out for now, but Jason can do nothing himself, just staring up almost blankly at the lights. The referee steps in to check on them both and, after getting no response, has to begin a 10 count.
One.
Two.
Neither man moves.
Three.
Four.
The crowd murmurs in worry.
Five.
Six.
A twitch from one.
Seven.
Eight.
Movement beginning.
Nine.
Te-
Pond: Jason’s up!
The Big L: Barely! Boy ain’t looking that good.
Minoru Asano: But neither is Beowulf, friend! This might be his last chance to take advantage!
Pond: He’s going to, he’s going for the Scale Balancer, he’s up an-
The Big L: BEOWULF GRABBED HIS LEG!
Pond: He grabbed the other leg as he went up and just yanked him down, Jesus!
Minoru Asano: Friends, I think Jason’s head hit the table bad, he looks confused.
Pond: Yeah, he’s gotten back to his feet, but he looks like he doesn’t know where he is. And Beowulf’s going to him again and-Jesus he pulled the chain out an-
And then Beowulf hit Jason with a chained-up backfist.
Jason spun, but Beowulf grabbed him to prevent him from falling, and begins to lay punch after chain-covered punch into Jason’s gut, doubling him over...which led to Beowulf chainuppercutting him. He starts to fall backwards from that, spitting blood into the sky, but Beowulf grabs his arm and forces him to stay on his feet. For a moment Jason’s able to lift his head and the two’s eyes meet.
And in the next moment Beowulf spins, before driving his chained up fist into Jason’s jaw with a rolling Superman Punch.
Jason crumples to the floor, eyes staring up at nothing, and Beowulf collapses on top of him.
1…
2….
3!
David Zinkus: Here...is your winner...BEOWULF!
WINNER: BEOWULF
The bell rings and “Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)” starts to play over the speakers, as Beowulf pushes himself up onto his knees, letting out a roar of victory. Jason merely lies on the broken remnants of the announcer’s table, bleeding heavily from cuts opened by the chain, not moving. Beowulf pushes himself to his feet and looks down at Jason with still that look of hate on his face. But then he seems to realize something is wrong, and looks up.
The crowd is entirely silent.
All of them are staring at the scene with looks of shock. But more than shock, there’s something else apparent in their faces.
They looked scared of the blood-stained Beowulf.
The camera can see a bit of movement from Jason, unknown to Beowulf. His hand, so shakily, raises enough for the camera to see it. And for a moment, he holds up 3 fingers, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. And then he falls unconscious.
Beowulf looks over the people who he once championed, at their looks of fear. And on that sight, we go to copyright.