Author Avatar Association "Between The Cliche And The Indiscretion" Co-Written by "The Anarkist" Ryan Powers and Kenny Blackwell Author Avatar Association is (tm) & (c) Tim McLees & Alicia Ashby Johnny Hellfire/Oni is created by Ryan Powers Aron Scythe is created by Karmacide Blink is (tm) & (c) Marvel Entertainment Group, Inc. All other characters and people are (tm) & (c) their owners and parents. It was the first match on the card for Wednesday Night Anarchy... untelevised, but still, the Primus Arena on Cybertron was packed. The camera went back to the ring as "1000 Lightyears Away" by Green Day began to blast over the announce speakers, as green laser-lights lit up the entranceway. The crowd erupted into cheers as Aron Scythe emerged, his manager Anne Brandies at his side. "This match was signed in response to a challenge the NPWA champion made during the King of the Net Pay-Per-View..." Mike Tenay uttered, as clips from the challenge began to roll. "Oni, the fact of the matter is that you're really a coward, the same goes for the rest of the Horde... Oni, if you're really the warrior you claim to be, I'm sure you won't have any problem with this challenge. You see Oni, I'm a bit different from everyone else on the AAA Roster. I don't have superpowers... but Oni, there is one thing I can do, and that is wrestle. "So Oni, if you're still in this federation after you wrestle Samantha Jones, I have a challenge for you... no shapeshifting, no demonic powers, no magic spells... nothing." As the clips finished rolling, the lights of the arena suddenly cut out completely, only to be replaced by a dim, violet glow. As the opening cords of "The Beautiful People" began to thump over the loudspeakers, twin columns of black flame erupted to either side of the entranceway. Through the demonic pyrotechnics emerged Johnny Hellfire, clad in his usual "Oni 666" T-shirt. He sneered in contempt as the crowd showered him with boos, and walked confidently down the ramp to the ring. "This should be a hell of a match-up … no pun intended," Jim Ross began. "Aron Scythe is an accomplished cruiserweight wrestler, has been a champion in several E-feds..." "But Oni has had thousands of years of combat experience, even against *angels*!" Tenay put in. "It should be interesting to see how he performs without the use of his powers, especially now that he has joined forces with Pippkin's Chaos Asylum." Johnny stepped into the ring, appraising his opponent mildly. His red eyes glowed dimly as the robo-ref approached him, holding out some sort of bracelet. "Johnny Hellfire will be wearing a special power-nullifying bracelet that the Powers That Be designed especially for this match," Mike Tenay noted. "It will ensure that the Big Purple Machine doesn't attempt to cheat, as well as reducing his unnatural strength." "No cheating?" Shawn Michaels asked indignantly. "What's the point of having rules unless you can break 'em?" Johnny allowed the robo-ref to lock the bracelet around his upper arm, keeping his eyes on his opponent and his manager. Scythe was pulling on the ropes to limber up; the Hellmaiden had already slipped out of the ring, and smiled innocently when Hellfire turned his glowing red eyes on her. Then, the bracelet snapped into place, and his eyes instantly turned from red to a faded blue. He winced, slightly, as he felt his powers cut off suddenly, but maintained a harsh game face as the bell sounded... "And Johnny goes after Aron right off the bat!" JR started, falling instantly into his announcement role. "Hellfire with a rapid series of fierce punches to the body!" "I said it before, and I'll say it again... you do *not* want to piss the demon off!" Shawn added, as Hellfire whipped Aron against the ropes and followed with a spinning heel kick. "Aron's already back up... but Hellfire drills him in the stomach with a knee lift!" Tenay exclaimed. "Now Johnny with a handful of hair, dragging him over to the turnbuckle... and SLAMS his face into it!" "Scythe is down, but the demon isn't letting up!" JR announced. "He sets him up for a Power Bomb … he gets him up … but Scythe reverses into an AMAZING hurricarana!" "Aron's hooking the legs.... 1... 2... but Johnny powers out," Tenay said. "It'll take more than that to keep Oni down... and now a *VICIOUS* clothesline!" Shawn announced, as Hellfire knocked the cruiserweight down yet again. "Aron's back on his feet, but the Big Purple Machine with a series of European uppercuts!" Tenay noted. "He's got Scythe into a corner... he goes for a chop, but Scythe ducks and gives Hellfire a few chops of his own!" After several of the devastating blows, the cruiserweight quickly climbed up to the second rope. Then, draping his right leg across the back of Hellfire's head, he dropped down off and drilled the demon's head into the mat! "Aron with a quick cover... 1... 2... no!" JR shouted. "Now Johnny's staggering to his feet... Scythe with a standing dropkick! And another!" "Hellfire is dazed... a Doctor Bomb by Aron Scythe!" Tenay announced excitedly. "Now Scythe jumps onto the ropes with the Sailor Moonsault... but Oni rolls out of the way just in time!" "Now Hellfire's back on his feet, and he goes back to the ol' fisticuffs!" Shawn noted. "He's pounding on Psycho Nerd's face for all he's worth, and now a blow to the breadbasket!" "He hit him hard, too... Aron's on his knees, holding his stomach," Tenay said. "Now Oni's moving behind him, and kicks him contemptuously onto his stomach! Grabbing Scythe's legs..." "And Hellfire applies the Boston Crab!" Shawn announced. "Aron is struggling, but Johnny keeps cranking up the pressure!" The crowd erupted as Aron Scythe slowly made his way, inch by inch, over to the ropes. Finally, after almost a full minute in the hold, Scythe grasped hold of the bottom rope, causing the crowd to cheer even louder. "Scythe on the ropes, but Hellfire seems a bit reluctant to release the hold!" Tenay said. The robo-ref started to count, and at 4, Oni finally released the hold. "Now Johnny's arguing with the referee, while Scythe is struggling to get up..." "He turns around … Scythe with a gutshot of his own!" JR noted. "Now Scythe making his way to his feet, standing toe-to-toe with this monster. They're trading blows, but..." "That's not a good idea with someone like Oni," Tenay finished, as Oni overpowered Scythe. "Now he launches Scythe into the ropes, and follows it up with a flying knee-lift! And another!" "Just like my ol' pal HHH," Shawn noted. "Now Oni slams Scythe into the corner, and puts him up on the turnbuckle," JR stated. "Hellfire climbing up there with him … possible Superplex attempt. He goes for it... but it's blocked by Scythe! He goes for again, but again it's blocked... MAH GOD!!!" The announcing team was temporarily struck dumb as Scythe suddenly reversed the move, Superplexing both of them out of the ring and right into the Spanish Commentator's desk! The crowd roared as the unfortunate announcing team scattered, muttering in Spanish. "Mah God..." JR said again, in a more hushed tone. "Both men are hurt... neither one of them's moving..." Slowly, the two competitors did indeed begin to move. They somehow managed to pull themselves to their feet, and began to trade blows once again. However, a kick to the groin by Hellfire stopped that exchange fairly quickly. "Scythe's down, and Hellfire's got a chair..." Shawn announced. "He's rearin' back... but that firey Anne Brandies grabs it from behind!" He paused. "That reminds me of this cheerleader I picked up one time..." "*ANYWAY*," Tenay interrupted forcefully. "Johnny turns around... and Anne slaps him HARD across the face!" The demon's eyes widened in rage as he clenched his fists. "Bad move, baby... demons don't follow the Wrestler's Code of Honor, remember?" Shawn said, as Johnny cold-cocked the unsuspecting manager. "Ooooo, that *had* to hurt!" he added, as the girl fell to the ground. Hellfire then turned back to finish his foe... "Mah God!" JR shouted. "Kick to the midsection and a *ferocious* DDT onto the concrete by Scythe!" "And from the looks of things, the nerd just went Psycho!" Shawn cried, as Aron grabbed the chair and began smashing it into the smaller man's body. "One... two... three shots! Looks like we have a new chairman of the AAA!" "Now Scythe throws Hellfire into the ring... Aron leaps back up onto the apron to follow," Tenay said tensely. "Oni trying to get to his feet... Aron pulls him up and... DOMINIQUE'S TEAR! An incredible crucifix powerbomb!" Aron then leapt to his feet, dragging his finger across his throat, shaking with intensity. "And it looks like Scythe's ready to end this with his signature Super Moonsault!" JR announced. "He climbs the ropes... if he hits this, it'll be all over! He launches himself..." "NO!!! Hellfire brings up the knees at the last second!" Tenay announced. "I'm amazed he even had the presence of mind to counter the move!" "Now both men're down, and the robo-ref's applying a ten-count..." JR said, tension clear in his voice. "That's 2... 3... it's a shame to end such a great match like this... 6... but no! Hellfire's dragging himself to his feet!" "And so is Scythe!" Tenay announced. "What incredible athleticism..." "Hell with that, both these guys are just too damn tough to quit!" Shawn cut in. "And now they're goin' at it again!" "Hellfire with a hard kick to the ribs... and he picks Scythe up! He's setting him up for the Diablo Driver!" Tenay shouted. "He climbs to the top rope... this is all over!" *BLINK!* "What the Hell?!?" JR inquired, as Hellfire suddenly dropped, unconscious, onto the canvas. Aron also fell, but was able to crawl, achingly slowly, over to his opponent and drape his arm over the other man's chest. "1... 2... and it's over!" Tenay announced. Aron rolled off of Hellfire... pausing to get his breath as "1000 Light Years Away" cued up in his victory. "Folks, you'd be hard-pressed to find a bigger slobber-what the?!?" Jim Ross was suddenly cut off, as he noticed the presence of a slender, lavender-skinned woman standing at the entrance ramp. Her eyes were white and completely devoid of any feature, though the smirk on her face left no doubt as to her involvement. "That's... that's Clarice Fergeson!" Tenay shouted, as Anne helped the battered Scythe get to his feet. "Otherwise known as Blink... she must have knocked Oni unconscious somehow! But... but why?" "Why do ya think, Mikey?" Shawn replied sarcastically. "After all, he only destroyed everything she knew and loved... not to mention leveling Tokyo while he was at it." As the camera zoomed in to get a closer look at the girl, she turned and winked at the automated camera-bot. Then, with a BLINK, she was gone. --- Blink sat on rooftop of the Primus Arena... a portable TV in hand, as she waited for the commercials to end... waiting for a response to the actions she commited earlier. As she stared out at the bakdrop of space... she thought back to what led up to all this... Oni attacking her and her Sailor Senshi friends... killing her best friend, Usagi... putting the other Inner Senshi in comas... and just recently.. she discovered Oni killed the Outer Senshi as well... Blink closed her all-white eyes to try to keep the tears from falling... but she failed miserably... the droplets dripped down her face as the wave of emotion crept over her heart. The distinct voice of Jim Ross snapped her out of her sadness for just a moment... with teary eyes, she looked at the TV monitor in her hand. "Welcome back to Wednesday Night Anarchy 3, folks!" JR announced, somewhat shakily. "We've had some developments during the commercial break... if the guys in the trailer could roll that footage?" The camera cut to a previously-recorded shot, with "Moments Ago" displayed in the bottom right corner. A shaky Johnny Hellfire was getting to his feet, teeth bared in pain and anger. He did not act, however, until the robo-ref had deactivated the power inhibitor; the moment the bracelet was off, he transformed into full demon mode and went on a rampage, first ripping the robo-ref's head off, then leaving the ring and disintegrating a set of steel steps with a single super-powered punch. Security rushed to stop him, but a single blazing glare from the demon stopped them dead in their tracks. Then, eyes blazing in anger, he stormed backstage, literally snorting fire out of his nostrils. "Oni's been in a *really* bad mood since he got out of interdimensional prison," Shawn noted as the clip ended. "And I don't think this helped him any." "Sorry, Shawn... but right now I don't care..." Blink spoke to the Heartbreak Kid on TV. "I understand Michael Cole is backstage with Oni..." JR said, rather gratefully. "Uhm... yeah, hi, JR... I'm here with Oni, all right..." Michael Cole squeaked out meekly, and for good reason... he was currently being held by his throat two feet in the air by a VERY angry-looking Oni. Blink sighed to herself... taking herself to the TV's full attention. "Silence, mortal!" Oni roared, snatching the microphone from the smaller man's hand and throwing him into a wall. "Blink, you cowardly little whore, if you wanted me, all you had to do was come and ask. But now... NOW you've spurred the wrath of the greatest warrior Hell has ever known, Clarice, and nothing in heaven or on earth can save you now." "Yeah, blah blah blah..." Blink trailed. "Hell in the Cell... for you, it will be aptly named. Blink, I will tear you into such tiny shreds that there won't be enough of you left to pin!" Oni taunted mercilessly. "And after I'm done flaying the flesh from your bones, I shall rip your rotting soul from your chest, and plunge it into the deepest fires of my realm, to burn for all eternity." "We'll see..." was all Blink could say. Then, with a sneer of contempt, he flipped the microphone onto the unconscious Michael Cole's chest, and stomped off down the halls. "Well, folks, you heard it here first... Oni has accepted Blink's challenge for a Hell in the Cell match!" Tenay announced. Blink stood up... turning off her TV monitor *BLINK!* and teleporting it away. "Well... looks like all that training is gonna pay off after all..." Blink said to herself. "Oni... you started all this... you went where you NEVER should've gone... and now... I'm gonna end it. And we'll just see who flays who." Blink stepped off the Primus Arena... *BLINK!* ... teleporting away from Cybertron. FINIS. --- Yep, that match was from the (gasp!) FORBIDDEN HOUSE SHOW! ^^ I couldn't let this one go to waste, kids... it furthers the Blink/Oni fued that Ryan and I set up... so I borrowed it with Ryan and Alicia's blessing. ^_^ Hope you liked it... (-:^_^:-) Kenny Blackwell