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Anarchy 2002 Free-For-All

*The usual thoroughfare kicks off another Free-For-All live from the Igloo and immediately following the pyros, Rictor's music blares over the loudspeakers and draws immediate heat which instantly magnifies when he enters the arena and then signals back to the curtain and out steps who else, but "The Fallen Angel" Lauren Rath. They make their way down to the ring and Rath raises Rictor's hand facing each of the four sides of the ring eliciting a chorus of boos louder than the next with every pose. Rictor signals for a microphone and addresses the crowd with Lauren continuing to pose.*

RT: People of Minneapolis, your champion has arrived, and I brought along a little treat for all of you. Let me introduce my new business partner, "The Fallen Angel" Lauren Rath. *boos* Stop that! Without the moral support of Lauren at Revolution there is no way that I could have overcome the challenge that was put before me in the form of my obnoxious brother. Finally this amazing competitor was given a chance to come back to the BPCW... given a reason, and that reason ladies and gentlemen, is the showstopper, the main event, and the cream of the proverbial crop... ME. And last month at Revolution I wasn't just the winner, I wasn't just the last man standing... I was the BEST man standing over the broken and bloodied body of my controlling, egomaniac, older brother... Proteus. But that's not all I came out here to talk about, although if I may be serious for a minute, it was perhaps the most spectacular display of wrestling acumen ever displayed in a single match. And of course, I am talking about yours truly. But even that is not the reason for my... excuse me, our presence out here. No, no, no, I think not. In fact I am out here to address a few of my friends, or people I thought were my friends... Steven Black and Nathan Hellstorm. Come on out here boys, let's chat.” *Nate and Steve come out to a pretty decent pop due to their tremendous performance last month in their TLC match with RetirO and Rob Van Dam and confront Rictor in the ring* “You seem to think that lately you’re just a bit too cool to hang out with me guys. Is there something that you need to tell me? What? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Because everyone seems to think that we are this dysfunctional family, and you haven’t exactly been doing much to contradict their statements. Ever since Magnus decided to run off to the land of the losers and become a candle lighting, incense-sniffing freak, you two have been distancing yourselves from me. Now, I’d like to know how after all the time we’ve spent together, all the blood we’ve shed, all the matches we’ve had, how you could go and turn your backs on me? You two used to be warriors, you were taking big steps up the ranks in this fed, and now you’re shaking hands with washed up has beens and after you’ve beaten them no less! I’d like an explanation or I just might have to take some action here…” *Steven Black has had enough and snatches the microphone from Rictor.*

SB: “Turn our backs on you? Brother, I think you must have gotten a screw knocked loose when you were getting your ass handed to you by Proteus last month and if you don’t watch your mouth, I’ll knock around a few more! *pop* You see, ever since you started this little vendetta with your brother, you have been the one to change. Riding up limos, picking up *looks at Lauren* loose women *pop*, eating in fancy restaurants, and not seeming to give a damn about the two of us.” *hands microphone to Nathan Hellstorm and crosses his arms staring at Rictor*

NH: “You see, this S.O.B. right here? He and I have been doing a little talking and with everything that is going on and all the accusations that everyone is trying to put on the Titans lately, you included, we were hoping for something like this. You come out here and berate us for our actions and get all uppity thinking you can control us? Tell us what to do? Well, we got news for you big man, Mr. Black and I, we don’t take shit from you or anybody! *pop* Who just beat two of the greatest hardcore legends this business has ever seen in a TLC match last month? US. Who has kept calm and not blown up at his friends when the heat starts raining down on the Titans? US. Who actually tried to talk Magnus into coming back because they gave a shit about him as a human being, and not just some two-bit lackey in a group where the leader thinks he’s a freaking’ dictator? US. So you know what Rictor, old buddy, old pal, we’ve got news for you. As far as you and you’re little hussy are concerned, you had better get your asses in gear, because Proteus is going to be gunning for you, but as for you and us? As far as the Titans… mi amigo… I suggest you find someone else to take your shit, because WE QUIT!” *the crowd explodes as Nathan Hellstorm throws the mic to Rictor’s feet and the tag team component of the Titans leaves the ring and leaves Rictor and Rath looking stunned. Black and Hellstorm give high fives on the way up the ramp and pose at the top as the cameras fade out and we go to a commercial hyping Anarchy.*

*When we come back to the arena we see the garage area of the Igloo and a limo pull up and out of it steps Icon 2000 who looks livid and starts to storm into the arena and runs right into the Sensational Sara.*

I2K: “What the hell do you want? Don’t you have better things to be doing, like making sure your corner isn’t taken over while you’re gone?” *gives a fake smile*

SS: “Ha… ha… ha. If you’re done, Sex Pistol would like to have a word with you.”

I2K: “Oh, he would, would he? Well, why don’t you tell that son of a bitch lap dog of yours to meet me in the ring, and we’ll chat.”

*The Icon continues on backstage and we fade elsewhere in the building where John Imbriani is standing by with the returning “Big Daddy” Bickler…*

JI: “Mark Bickler, after you return to the BPCW last month at Revolution, how does it feel to be back?”

BDB: “Excuse me John, but I think you and the millions and millions of my fans would prefer you refer to me as the BIG DADDY. Now, moving along to my return. You better believe that it was one of the greatest moments of my career. After leaving under odious circumstances last fall, I really realized that there were better and more legal ways to pump up, so to speak. I got my act back together, and C.E.O. Wheeler was in contact with me throughout my recovery and really was great about assuring me that he was still interested in my services when I got my life in order again. And here I am, locked… *looks down* cocked… and ready to rock!”

JI: “Well, you did look quite impressive against Doug Wagner last month, and I’m sure the fans are as excited to have you back as I am…” *Bickler looks Imbriani up and down and in one motion grabs the microphone from him and pushes him away with his foot*

BDB: “You sssiiiiiiiiccckkk freeeeeeeeeak! Let me tell you something about that piece of trash Doug Wagner. Not only is he not half the man *holds fingers an inch apart* he is built up to be, but winning via a count out… in a title match? Since when do they start enforcing that crap? I’ve seen and been in more matches than you can shake a stick at and I have NEVER been counted out before, let alone a double count out. Seriously, in my first match back, for the Great Lakes Title, I don’t get a win, or even a loss to a respectable opponent, I get counted out with that poor excuse for a champion. *boos* Aww, come on people, he’s about as *makes quotation marks with hands* Dangerous as a case of diarrhea.” *Bickler looks off screen and gets serious for a minute and we see Doug Wagner go nose to nose with Bickler. Bickler starts to speak but Doug interrupts him.*

DDW: “Shut your damn mouth. Maybe you don’t know just who the hell I am since you’ve been off finding your stroke or whatever the hell you were doing since you got your ass canned. I am “Dangerous” Doug Wagner.”

BDB: “Who?”

DDW: “Funny, real funny. I think perhaps it’s time for you to put your muscle where your mouth is. I’ve listened to your darling little speech and I do admit it was quite cute, especially the gesticulation, but I’m going to have to say that I’ve had my fill. So at Anarchy, why don’t you step up to the plate and you can see how dangerous I really am.” *Bickler nods approval and in an instant Doug kicks Bickler in the gut and hits a trademark Dangerous DDT on the concrete floor of the interview area leaving him dazed and confused.* “Oh, and the only thing I have in common with diarrhea is that I’m the shit… see you at Anarchy… dick.”

*Backstage Joey Abs and what appears to be the Dark Figure™ are in their candle-lit locker room and as the camera focuses from the burning wick of a candle to the face of Joey Abs and the robed silhouette of his mysterious master, the enigma of the BPCW, with World Championship around his waste speaks…*

DF: “Tonight, the tides turn… tonight, we raise our voices to form a conglomerate of evil, we will vocalize and the masses will cringe in fear and respect as we deliver our message of hate. This anarchy that we have brought about through our coup of championships over the past months comes to a boiling head this evening. It starts with you my friend. The pWo has become nothing more than a pock mark on the face of this federation and we are the ones destined to erase their existence once and for all. In one weeks time, you will inject a final does of venom into their system. And as it seeps through the comatose veins of their head, Shane McMahon, and trickles through to the rest of their degenerate, disenfranchised, disabled members their existence will be obliterated. Can you do that for me?”

JA: “Yes master, I will be the Venom.”

DF: “Good, good, now then, I must attend to some business, gather the others and I will return once I have completed my deed for the evening.”

*We fade back to the arena and we hear the music of Icon 2000 who has finally made his way to the ring after a presumed pit stop or two. He makes his way down and grabs a microphone and begins to address the crowd to a heartwarming response. I-2-K! I-2-K! I-2-K!*

I2K: “I appreciate, that I really do. And right now you could all be looking at and cheering your BPCW World Heavyweight Champion… *I2K is quickly interrupted by Sex Pistol’s theme further angering the Iconic one who storms around the ring as the crowd welcomes Sex Pistol with the usual chants of ‘you suck’.*

SP: “Would all of you just shut the hell up?!? Do you know what? You could be looking at the champion, but someone decided to get involved in your match Icon, and you got DQ’d, so don’t go crying foul at me. At least I have never done something like that. I mean, cheating is for the weak. A true champion has no need for underhanded actions like your darling little Stephanie committed last month. It is her fault you lost, not mine, or anyone else’s. So don’t come out here and waste my time. You see, I have a valid reason to be out here. Last month, a crime was committed right here in front of all of you. MY championship belt was stolen! After the Iconic tramp helped me to retain my title the little misfit army that has been gathering as of late decided that they would come down and grab the most coveted title in the world from my rightful grasp and deliver it to their Dark Figure™ boss overlord person. Well… I want the damn thing back… and if I don’t get it soon, there is going to be hell to pay! I’m serious…”

*Just then, the mist starts to pour out of the mouth of the stage entrance and I2K and Sex Pistol look at each other for a moment awaiting their visitor. The Dark Figure™ slowly and seemingly glides out of the smoke and stands perched at the top of the ramp for a moment before continuing down to the ring rolling in and standing face to face with both I2K and Sex Pistol. As he walks the past, his robe floats around him, opening to reveal the BPCW Title. While the Dark Figure™ is acquiring a microphone Sex Pistol sneaks up and is about to blast him with a double axe handle across the back, but all of a sudden C.E.O. Wheeler’s voice comes over the loudspeaker and Pistol and I2K look around trying to figure out where it came from…*

CEO: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You see… he’s about to disrobe and reveal himself, and that would totally ruin the surprise.”

*Sex Pistol steps back and the Dark Figure™ raises up and walks to the middle of the ring. He pauses for a moment, pulls back his robe, revealing the belt, and then slowly begins to roll back the hood revealing…
C.E.O. Wheeler!*

CEO: “Ooga Booga Booga! You see, I told you, you shouldn’t do that! *laughs hysterically* What? Who did you think I was? The Dark Figure™? Where, or perhaps a better question, where do you think you are? WWF circa 1999? *laughs more and I2K laughs with him seeing how mad Sex Pistol is. I just borrowed a robe after he was kind enough to return the title to me when we talked earlier. You see, he feels that he deserves a shot at this title here. Come to think of it so do I, so I thought I would concoct a little match for you two at Anarchy.”

I2K: *gets serious* “Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, WOAH! Are you telling me that you are replacing me in the title picture with the wicked witch of the west? Because if that is the case, I’d like to have a couple words…”

CEO: *interrupting I2K* “Listen up Junior. I don’t care who the hell you are, I have something to say, and you’ll listen to me before you go shooting your big mouth off. You see, I negotiated a deal with the Dark Figure™. At Anarchy, in exchange for a title shot, he returned the title, and agreed that he will reveal his identity to the world. But that got me to thinking, it’s not very fair to you, or the rest of the guys in the back that have worked their asses off to get here, so I pondered my options. I could just make it a triple threat, since it’s not fair to yank you out of the title picture. Or, I could cause a little anarchy of my own… and make it a Six-Pack Challenge throwing in Proteus, Rictor and another superstar of my choosing!”

SP: “Yeah, that’s nice and all, now give me my damn title back.”

CEO: “You know what Pistol, I think that I’ll just hold on to it. And at the Heatwave Free-For-All, we will have a coronation ceremony for the champion.”

I2K: *in Sex Pistol’s face* “The NEW world champion.” *I2K walks off but Sex Pistol spins him around and gets in his face…*

SP: “You mean, the retaining world champion don’t you?” *They stare each other down as we head to a commercial hyping BPCW: The Music Volume 1, in stores now. Following that is a commercial for Anarchy hyping the six-pack challenge. As we fade back in to the Igloo and see Hellstorm and Black walking the halls and they run into the C.E.O. coming back from his announcement in the ring, still chuckling.*

NH: “Pretty hilarious stuff out there big man. You gotta love workin’ for a man with a sense of humor like that, eh Steve?”

SB: “Damn right Nate, good work out there Mr. Wheeler. You should have seen the look on their faces. Never in my life have I laughed so freakin’ hard.”

CEO: “Oh, I saw it boys, I was there. And believe me, there is nothing better than surprising a main eventer. You know what? Come to think of it, you two gave me a pretty pleasant surprise with that TLC match last month at Revolution. Especially considering your opponents. So what I’m going to do, just to rub it in our good friend Rictor’s face, is to give you two the opportunity to take on Magnus and Saturn in their first Tag Team title defense next week at Anarchy.”

*Black and Hellstorm look at each other and grin then take turns shaking C.E.O.*

SB: “Mr. Wheeler, it’ll be our pleasure.”

NH: “Thanks so much for the opportunity, Mr. Wheeler. We won’t let you down.”

CEO: “I’d expect nothing less guys. I’m sure it’ll be a pleasure to watch. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few other matters to attend to.”

*The camera fades elsewhere backstage and Essa Rios is talking to his interpreter who seems to have found an affection for her little project as of late. Rios goes on and on about things the crowd can’t understand. He then gets silent and gulps before speaking…*

ER: “Sus ojos son como piscinas profundas del agua divina.”

OG: “Ésa es la cosa más hermosa que mis oídos han oído siempre.”

EF: “¿Usted lo hará tan?”

OG: “Sí, . La derecha de la estancia aquí. Iré decir C.E.O. Wheeler. Volveré pronto, después podemos ir.”

*The girl walks off with a spring in her step and we fade back to the ring to hear JR and “The Brain” go on about what that was regarding with the later making a plethora of vulgar comments and JR scoffing at them as usual. This continues as they run through all the amazing matches booked so far for Anarchy until they are interrupted by the familiar sound of the Unholy Alliances’ theme and out comes Sex Fiend, flanked by the Big Show and "The Crippler" Billy Gunn. He grabs a mic and his followers stand to either side of him as he speaks.*

SF: "Last month at Revolution, there seems to have been a little problem. You see, I should be champion, and that shmuck, Jon Seitz should be watching this from back home, rather than backstage. But, I have reserved myself to the fact that this is simply not the case, and that's okay. The Playboys want to have their little welcome home joke for Big Dildo or whatever they're calling him now, and that's fine. So am I out here to ask for a rematch, like everyone always does. No. In fact, I am here to suggest a match that will not only see your contract being put on the line, but raise you four. You see, if you are *smirk* up to the challenge, I'd like to propose a little match to you. You see, I never wanted to have to do this. But, your hand has forced me into this irrational course of behavior. Therefore, this is what I propose. We meet at Anarchy in a six man melee. My Unholy Alliance and I against you and your chippendale dancers. But here is the kicker: if you are pinned, submit, or are KO'd, your contract is revoked! No meeting with the C.E.O., no weaseling your way out of it. Contracts are brought to ringside, and when you are eliminated by the aforementioned methods, it is ripped to shreds and you are escorted from the Igloo, never to be seen again. I've thrown down the gauntlet Jonny boy, and my men are up to the challenge, are yours?"

*Big Pimpin' by Jay-Z is heard over the loud speakers and Seitz appears on stage.*

JS: "So let me get this straight. You want us to put all of our contracts on the line and possibly lose our livelyhood just so you can get some revenge?"

SF: "Mmmm, yeah, that about sums it up."

JS: "Well, in that case... I should probably do everything I can to gain the upperhand before Anarchy. Now... let me see, what could I do? What... could... I... do...?" *He drops the microphone and rushes towards the ring and the Unholy Alliance prepares for him but just as he's about to enter, the rest of the playboys come out of nowhere and clock the members of the Unholy Alliance on their backs with chairs! Sex Fiend falls to his knees and is immediately pummeled by Seitz entering from the other side of the ring with a huge boot. Meanwhile, Wolfe and Venis team up on Gunn, while Bickler continues to slam away on the Big Show. When Gunn is incapacitated, the remaining Playboys begin to kick away at Show, but Bickler stops them and tells them something which isn't able to be picked up by the microphones at ring side. Even so, the crowd immediately realizes the mission these two degenerates were sent on when they pull back the apron and begin to pull three tables out from under the ring. Two are set up on top of one another at ring side, while the other is tossed into the ring for Bickler who sets it up and calls to the Playboys for help. The three men pick up the giant and Bickler leaves to help continue the beating of Sex Fiend. Meanwhile, Wolfe and Venis set Show on the table inside the ring and prepare to do a human back body drop on top of him. Wolfe whips Venis into the ropes and Venis springs off with incredible speed, but just as he's about to reach Wolfe, a recovering Billy Gunn pushes Wolfe out of the way, Big Show rolls off the table and in one swift motion catches Venis in a chokeslam and whirls around using the Playboy's own momentum against him driving him through the table. While this has been going on, Seitz and Bickler have drug Fiend to the outside, and are paying no attention to what is going on in the ring. Gunn signals to Big Show and the five-hundred pound beast military presses Ian Wolfe high above his head as Gunn climbs to the top turnbuckle. They look at each other and Gunn signals for Show to pitch Wolfe to the outside towards the tables. At the same time, "The Crippler" leaps off the top rope and catches the Playboy in mid-air between his legs driving Wolfe as well as himself through both tables on the outside with possibly the most wicked FameAsser ever. A huge chant of "Holy Shit!" erupts at this amazing feat and at that point, the rest of the Playboys take notice of the carnage in the ring. Looking aroudn they see a charging Big Show coming at them with a full boat of steam and they high tail it out of there leaving the crumpled remains of their comrades at ringside and in the ring, saving their own asses. The Unholy Alliance's music is heard over the loud speakers and for the first time ever, there are cheers resonating for the unholy trio. Big Show picks up both Billy Gunn and Sex Fiend and lays one over each of his massive shoulders and carries them out as the crowd cheers.*

*Backstage, C.E.O. Wheeler is talking on his cell phone when Stephanie McMahon bursts in. Wheeler immediately realizes trouble when he sees it and tells the person he'll call them back.*

SMT: Okay, I've taken this all with a grain of salt the last few months. Losing my title, getting my lcon disqualified last month, being embarrassed in that horrible bra and panties match. All of these have finally driven me to one conclusion. I need to win the women's title. I brought it back after that tramp Lauren Rath dumped it and our fed on it's ass when she left the last time. And now that she's back, I want it more than ever. She doesn't seem to give a crap about it now, just like she didn't then. So I want to win it and rub it in her face..."

CEO: *interupting Steph* "Actually Stephanie, you couldn't be further from the truth. You see earlier tonight, Lauren stopped by and asked for a title match against the Sensational Sara." *Stephanie has a look of disbelief on her face as the camera pans to see her with her jaw dropped about to go into pout mode.* "Buuuuuuut... I'll tell you what. I think everyone would like to see you in the match, I mean, three girls are better than one, eh? So why don't you run along and I'll see you at Anarchy in your triple threat for the women's title. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to return that phone call. Buh-bye..."

SMT: "I just want to say that..."

CEO: "Buh-bye."

SMT: "Mr. Wheeler..."

CEO: "Buh-bye."

SMT: "James..."

CEO: "Buh-bye."

*Stephanie squeels in frustration and throws her hands down like a little girl and marches out of the room nearly running into the strange woman that was seen at the last pay per view. She walks into the C.E.O.'s office and he greets her with a handshake and closes the door behind her.*

*Elsewhere in the building, Proteus is seen in a darkened locker room the camera man is focused on him and a rugged looking Proteus is staring directly into the camera.*

PS: "These past few months, I've tried to play the peace maker. I fought my battles and I trudged through my wars. But my opponents, they never learn. They never know when to just let it go. They keep trying to push and push and push, but they never realize they aren't really going anywhere. They aren't changing the world, the world is changing them. But would they listen to me? No. They just keep pushing. Pushing me further and further down a path that I didn't want to go. A path I'd left a long time ago and never wanted to look down again. But Rictor, my own flesh and blood knew. He knew that winning battles wasn't going to do much in the long term, I would win the war at any cost. So he decided to cut deeper, deeper than I'd been cut in a long time, but you know what? As I felt the pain, the blood, the sweat, the tears, rolling down my body, something happened that he could have never imagined... I liked it. No, I didn't like it, I loved it. I felt something brewing inside that I couldn't possibly hold in any more. I'd played everyone's game from the moment I entered this federation. When I came back, I broke all the rules, all the expectations. No one could stomach me teaming up with the man that bludgeoned and beat me months earlier, but I knew the truth. We are cleansed through pain and born again. Just like I was reborn at Chaos, I was reborn again when Rictor tore open the one wound that won't heal. He did the one unspeakable thing that I can never and will never forgive him for and it awoke that same pain that forged me, that gave me new life. And believe me, that pain is only half of what you will all suffer at my hands. At Anarchy, it is time to make everyone realize what is really going on. They have to know. They need to know. I am the ever-evolving...I am the face with no name...I am the man you will never know...I AM PROTEUS... and I'm coming for all of you."

*The camera fades to the BPCW logo and the broadcast ends*

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