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WARFARE - February 9th, 2026 - ELON MUSK - 02-09-2026 February - 9 - 2025 LIVE FROM T-MOBILE ARENA LAS VEGAS, NEVADA Samael Dyson - vs - Razor Blade Street Fight 'Dark Warrior' Micheal Graves - vs - R.L. Edgar X-Treme Rules 'Her XCellency' Jenny Myst and The Director - vs - Latoya Hixx and Deena Hixx SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Game Girl Teams can either choose to do 2 solo RPs at 2k each OR 1 collab RP @ 4k Game Girl can submit a RP declaring her intentions for the match, up to 1k Centurion © - vs - Scoops McGee 15 Minute Time Limit The camera swings away from the arena, and right into the past. At the bottom of the screen, a small ribbon announces the location: XWF Headquarters. Yesterday. The camera then swoops, joining and jostling with a crowd pushing its way into the entrance. A lone receptionist's voice tries to rise above the rabble. “Less people in the elevator, please! Just who needs to be there for Mr. Musk's meeting!” The mass still swarms. “If everybody can just wait to the side for the lift, we can make a thoroughfare for regular egress! It's a fire safety thing, please.” None of it works. The regular ding of the elevator continues to ferry the bodies to the sky. A new solution is needed. XWF's Head of Security, Tommy Gunn, finds it. He opens a door to the stairwell and the marching feet of this seemingly invading force turn towards it. The room begins to thin. The elevator dings. The camera finds a spot within it, staring right into the face of the figurehead of this controlled chaos. The King of the XWF. The Universal Champion. Kieran King. Silence reigns at the king's pleasure. The elevator dings again. By now, enough of the crowd had reached the top floor before Kieran, and rows upon rows of his Kingsguard - his personal security force and former Anarchy Tag Team Champions - shepherd him towards the boardroom. Inside are just three men. “A little ostentatious, no?” Elon Musk asks The King. “You're one to talk,” Kieran retorts. “You tweeted over the weekend about building a city on the moon.” “Xeeted,” Elon corrects. “I don't know if my mouth can even make that sound,” Kieran says. Jeff Bezos knows though. “You just pretend you're saying ‘zeet’ while tearing at the flesh of a baby–” “–SHEEP!” THE ZUCK interrupts. “Jeff simps for lamb.” “Is that… I don't think…” Kieran stammers. “Know what? I don't care. We have business to discuss.” The King clicks his fingers. Tommy Gunn appears at his side and with the help of the Kingsguard, places two platters onto the conference table. On them are the Universal Championship and the King of the XWF Crown. “Thank you,” Kieran says, perhaps uncharacteristically. “I've got it from here.” “You sure?” Tommy asks. Kieran nods, making clear eye contact with Elon. The Kingsguard falls back. The main character of the XWF is left alone with its primary decision makers—his enemies, the Trillionaire Triumvirate. “Let’s talk…” Kieran says, sitting down. “...about a new collective bargaining agreement.” And the camera leaves the room too… ''Wrestling has more than one... royal family.'' As soon as those words are heard, the crowd inside the Target Center erupted as you heard the commentator's reaction as well.[/font][/size][/align] WARFARE: What?!? No freaking way! Is he here? Is Razor Blade in the building?!? JR: …Jacuinde, did you hear that? It sounded like Warfare itself just asked if Razor Blade was in the building? Jamie, can we get a clip of that? JC: Joe, you have *got* to cut down on the DMT. Smoke emanated from the stage, completely covering as you weren't able to see anything through it and before you knew it, Razor Blade is seen walking through the smoke, a big smile on his face as the crowd erupted even louder at the sight of the American Nightmare. JC: For the first time since he won Star of the Month, Razor Blade is in the building! JR: And not only that, Jacuinde! But this is the first time in a long, long while he’ll be competing with championship gold on the line! JC: That’s true, Joe! Razor Blade, both as a singles competitor and alongside his usual tag partner Latoya Hixx, have been gunning for championship gold throughout their XWF tenure… They’re currently the #1 contenders to the Anarchy Tag Team championships after winning a match against Ennui Clown and Triskadekaphobia Clown! JR: But then, all of a sudden, this opportunity falls into his lap! His already-scheduled opponent scores the X-Treme title and Razor is first in line to take a crack at him! JC: Can Blade cut down his opponent and score his first ever XWF championship? ''Adrenaline, in my soul Every thought out of control Do it all to get them off their feet'' Razor glanced out at the crowd, nodding his head pointing out towards them dressed to the nines in one of his many custom suits as he knelt down, tapping the ramp with his fist, jumping up to his feet as he extended his arms out. ''Crowd is here, about to blow waitin' for me to start the show out the curtain, lights go up I'm home Whoooooooooooooa!'' A burst of pyro went off behind Razor as he brought his arms in before pumping his fist as one final big burst of pyro went off behind him Razor glanced out at the crowd again, that smile remaining on his face as he walked down the ramp, high fiving members of the crowd in the front row before going over and doing the same thing on the other side of the ramp. Razor walked down the rest of ]the ramp, stopping at the end of it as he looked around before walking towards the steel steps. He glanced down at them, before tapping them with his hand as he raised his arms trying to pump up the crowd before walking up the steel steps as he scaled the turnbuckle, looking around before extending his arms as even more pyro went off on the stage. Razor hopped down into the ring. … The lights blast into a kaleidoscope of colors as the unsettling beat of “SICKO” by Health and Godflesh starts to play. The screens around the set flash a montage of eerie imagery of death, graphic pornography, blood, surgical scenes, and occult imagery (see the video for SICKO for an idea of what you’re seeing), interspersed with the words “DO AS THOU WILT”, “SODOMIZE THE INNOCENT”,  “DO CRIMES” and “BE EVIL”  throughout the imagery almost like subliminal messaging. JC: And there’s the X-Treme champion himself! Samael Dyson! JR: He’s been calling for the former champ, Jenny Myst to step into the ring with him ever since she got handed the title on a silver platter… but somehow, he managed to catch her unawares and scored the X-Treme off of her! And with the belt around Dyson’s waist… the X-Treme has NEVER felt more X-Treme than right now! JC: Dyson is an enigma of pure id, Joe! Since he’s made his debut, every opponent he’s come across he’s tried to shock, control, or fuck! JR: And/or fuck! It’s not always exclusive to just one of those! JC: But with the X-Treme around his waist… a path has opened for Samael Dyson to obtain a 24/7 briefcase… can he take the first step tonight and defend his belt against Razor Blade? Samael Dyson hits the stage, flanked by a score of his sack wearing Insignificants.He's wearing a wrestling singlet with images of various sex acts airbrushed onto it. He orders the Insignificants to lay down in front of him and he walks on them like a human bridge as he makes his way down the ramp on a human staircase. Sam makes it to ringside and hops up to the apron… he climbs a corner turnbuckle and starts humping the pad like a feral maniac, screeching like a lunatic at the camera before getting to his feet and pacing the mat, muttering to himself and yelling at the fans in the front row. XWF Xtreme Championship Samael Dyson© - vs - Razor Blade Street FightXtreme Rules HIGHLIGHT REEL As the bell rings, Razor goes to the center of the ring, eager to meet his opponent… But Samael Dyson blows past his opponent, looking straight into the camera… Arms outstretched, his mouth jawing straight at the XWF Universe, but what’s flowing from his mouth isn’t words, it’s pure madness! MOUTH OPEN— As the Insignificants sway at ringside, bags over their heads, whispering nonsense into one another’s ears. JR: He’s speaking in tongues, Jacuinde! From the font of the Old Ones and their Dark Magics, Samael Dyson is communing with pure evil! JC: Or he’s just speaking gibberish, Joe! Samael sneers down the camera as the prophetic, undecipherable portent of doom flows from him… Then— Razor BladeC CHARGES  AT FULL SPEED! DROPICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Samael STUMBLES forward into the corner! The crowd ERUPTS! JC: AND HERE WE GO! Razor Blade wasting ZERO time! JR:But what of the ritual, Jacuinde? WHAT OF THE RITUAL?!? As Dyson spins, letting the brunt of his forward momentum slam his back against the turnbuckle, Razor is already upon him, unloading with right hands! FOREARM! FOREARM! FOREARM! …Samael rocks back and forth with Razor’s strikes! …His hips gyrating as he’s struck! Dyson unleashes a low cackle, shaking his head! JR: This Samael Dyson is a real peculiar fella! JC: Understatement of the century there, Joe! The odd reaction to Razor’s offensive barrage slows Razor’s hand… He squints, trying to assess the madman before him… And in that window, Dyson leaps like an inmate seeing a chance to chew through his guard’s sweet, delicious carotid artery! He leaps, taking down Razor! He BITES Razor’s forehead! The crowd BOOS HARD! Samael lifts his face from Razor’s prone body, licking blood from his lips, eyes wild. JC: That’s… deeply unsettling. JR: Yeah, man, this guy’s got that “bad ayahuasca trip” energy. I don’t like it. … JR: Okay, I kinda like it. The action has moved outside the ring, where Dyson HURLS Blade against the steel ring steps! Blade flips through the air, KERASHING onto the steel sideways, cradling his back as he punches the padded concrete… Samael paces outside the ring as the Insignificants worship and lay chants of servitude and devotion onto him! JC: Samael has been an unorthodox competitor the few times we’ve seen him in an XWF ring… but I don’t know if we’ve ever seen him MORE in his element than in this X-Treme Rules environment! JR: The official can’t do much to limit Samael’s conduct! He just has to watch like a cuck in the corner chair! In an excited burst, Samael lifts the apron and immediately starts lobbing whatever’s underneath inside the ring… STEEL CHAIR! TRASH CAN! KENDO STICK! A STOP SIGN! JC: Isn’t that city property? Why do all wrestling shows have stop signs? JR: What if we need someone to stop somewhere, Jacuinde? You ever think of that? Dyson reaches under the apron again… And retrieves a bowling ball! His eyes are wide with sadistic glee! JC: Oh dear God, someone please stop this! JR: Wait, hold on, this is about to get really good! Dyson spins back toward Razor, who’s pulled himself against the steel steps, breathing heavily… Dyson has inserted his thumb and two fingers in the bowling ball… He’s sticking his tongue out… He raises another finger in the air to check for wind resistance… He lifts the ball like a championship bowler… … But instead of bowling it toward Razor, he spins! AND HUCKS IT LIKE A HAMMER THROWER! JC: OH MY GOD! JR: …This might be a murder attempt. Holy shit. Can you pin a dead guy? The 16 pound ball hurtles through the air! IT COLLIDES! … With the steel steps! Razor narrowly found the wherewithal to dive out of the way! JC: …Phew. Holy shit! Razor wouldn’t have a skull if Dyson had connected there! JR: But what other sadistic ideas does he have cooking in that kitchen of depravity that is his brain! Back inside the ring, Razor is crawling, desperately trying to find an avenue to avoid more beating as Dyson scoops the kendo stick off the mat… JC: Samael Dyson not even attempting to pin—this is about punishment! JR: I don’t know if Sammy remembers he can pin Razor! He’s still getting off on the novelty of No Rules, Jacuinde. It’s the exact experience I had the first time I went to an Outback Steakhouse WHAM! Dyson catches Razor across the back with the kendo stick! Razor flops onto his face, cradling his stomach… Samael tosses the stick aside, grabs the trash can as Razor slowly rises to his knees! SLAMS it over Razor’s head! Razor collapses flat onto his back… Samael pushes Razor’s legs over his head salaciously, as he winks into the camera! ONE! TWO— RAZOR KICKS OUT! The crowd POPS! Samael looks… annoyed. JC: I’ll give this to Razor… I think some competitors would have played dead by now and let Sam take the win so they can live to fight another day… But Blade REFUSES to let this shot pass him by! JR: He wants it, Jacuinde! Razor wants that championship gold! But is it worth the years Samael is taking off his life with this hyperviolent display?!? Samael springs off Razor’s prone body as Razor flips onto his front, crawling for the ropes… Dyson stomps Razor’s hand! Then the other! Razor snorts in pain, cradling his aching wrist… As Dyson pulls him up to his feet by his arm! Pulling Razor’s skull between his legs! SLOPPY-AS-FUCK SNAP SITOUT PILEDRIVER! JC: Oh FUCK! That was… that was gnarly! JR: I’ve seen some technically beautiful piledrivers, like stuff out of a Russian ballet! THAT looked like a snuff film! Razor bounces hard… not moving… Samael plants a foot on Razor’s ches-...nope, his dick. JC: Adding indignity to injury here! Cover— ONE! TWO— NO! SOMEHOW! SOME WAY! RAZOR STILL KICKS OUT! [white]JC: Razor Blade refusing to stay down! JR:  That was Sam’s one mistake! Dropping Blade on his head! Blade’s got way more guts than brains! Razor is face down by the corner turnbuckle… Slowly grabbing the ropes, slowly pulling himself back to a vertical base… As Samael continues muttering nonsense… a steel chair held in his hands like a sacrificial knife… JC: Samael’s eyes look like a shark that can smell blood! JR: He’s offering Blade to the Old Ones! Letting them feast on the inside of his skull that he’s about to break open like a pinata made out of watermelon! …Razor’s hands find the middle turnbuckle… The top… He’s up… Samael takes a breath, savoring the moment before the ‘kill’... He SWINGS! LOOKING FOR A DECAPITATION! … But Razor DUCKS! Samael swings so hard the chair flies out of his grip to the mat! JC: Razor’s not done yet! Samael spins around, desperate! Diving at Razor like a mental hospital escapee! But Razor nimbly somersaults under Samael’s dive, back towards his corner, where Sam’s lost chair sits… Samael, desperately hungry for the end, puts on the brakes and spins around, diving again! …But this time, Razor catches him in midair! SPINNING POWERSLAM ON THE CHAIR! JC: Oh SHIT! What a counter by Razor Blade! Razor hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Samael kicks out! JC: …Impressive wherewithal by Samael Dyson! He finds a way to survive! JR: He doesn’t look beat at all, Jacuinde! He looks FURIOUS! Both Razor and Samael quickly scramble off the mat… Razor’s foot pulls the dented trash can in the ring closer… Samael goes for a wild, swinging haymaker! …But Razor ducks it! Samael spins! Razor secures him in a side headlock! RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP ONTO THE TRASH CAN! The metal collapses under the combined weight! JC: Razor’s putting something together here! …Samael, looking woozy, shoves himself off the mat… maybe faster than he should… Razor’s already diving through the air! RUNNING BULLDOG! Samael’s face CRACKS off the mat! The building SHAKES! Razor Blade just planted the champion! JR: That’ll rattle your demons, man! Razor covers! ONE! TWO! THR—NOOOOO! SAMAEL BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP! Razor can’t believe it! JC: Razor might just do it tonight! He might just win his first XWF Singles title! Samael is gripping onto the middle rope as the Insignificants outside the ring mutter panicked whispers between themselves… In a flash, Razor peels Samael away from the ropes! He drags Samael into a guillotine— BLADE ROSE! … NO! Samael finds the counter to spin out, delivering a BOOT to Razor’s gut! Razor drops to one knee! JR: Samael not done yet! He reels back his hand… JC: Gasp! Samael might be looking for that Heart Punch! His biological father, Matthew X’s finishing move! Razor rises! Dyson SWINGS! HEART PUNCH! …Razor ducks under! He runs toward the ropes as Dyson spins round! … DIAMOND BLADE! SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! JC: HE HIT IT! HE HIT THE DIAMOND BLADE! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! The crowd is UNHINGED! Outside the ring, The Insignificants have upgraded from panicked whispers to full-on weeping and gnashing their teeth! Razor hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! —AN INSIGNIFICANT GRABS SAMAEL’S FOOT AND YANKS IT ONTO THE ROPE! The referee SEES IT—NO COUNT! The crowd BOOS FURIOUSLY! JC: Are you kidding me!? Razor had the match won! JR: Cult dudes, man. You gotta factor in the cult dudes. Razor springs up, as the Insignificants comfort and praise the bag-faced among them who reached into secure Samael’s foot onto the ropes… Blade hits the opposite ropes! He runs! AND DIVES THROUGH THE ROPES! He WIPES OUT the huddle of Insignificants! Bags and bodies go flying everywhere! One manages to rise to his… its? Feet! And Blade grabs the Insignificant by the skull! BLADE ROSE OUTSIDE THE RING! The crowd is booming! Razor barks at them and they get even louder! …As he does, an Insignificant rolls… Something… Into the ring? JC: What the HELL is that? JR: It’s… oh jesus, it’s a giant ! The entire is censored by a big black outline. Whatever this object is, it’s so profane in nature that speaking of it or even allowing a second of it unobstructed on-screen is unacceptable per FCC guidelines! Blade rolls back into the ring as Dyson scoops the into his hands! Blade charg- WHAM! The hits Blade straight in the skull! JC: OH GOD! Blade is unconscious… and smells vaguely of . Samael FALLS ON TOP OF HIM, cackling, hooking nothing, just collapsing— The referee slides back in— ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER AND STILL XWF X-TREME CHAMPION: Samael Dyson The bell rings. The Insignificants FLOOD the ring. Samael lies atop Razor Blade, laughing breathlessly, whispering nonsense to the ceiling. JC: Samael Dyson retains—but Razor Blade pushed him to the absolute edge! JR: Blade almost had it. First title, first defense for Samael—he got careless, and Razor nearly took his head off. JC: Razor Blade proved tonight he belongs on this stage. JR: Yeah. And Samael proved he’ll do anything to keep that belt. Including bringing a ! JC: Stop saying it! JR: It’s bleeped! The audience can’t hear! JC: But I can, Joe! R.L. Edgar is already in the ring. Green lasers scatter across the stage. Graves steps through the curtain. His head tilts, his jaw clenches, and he just stands there long enough to make the crowd feel uncomfortable. The drums kick in. The lights sweep the arena in a blast of lime and purple. Graves lazily starts down the ramp. JC: I gotta say, Joe, it’s not often that we get to see the Anarchy champion here on Warfare. JR: If Graves is anything, he’s always eager for a fight. Bodies are bodies to him, at the end of the day. JC: Well said. That said, he’s looking just as game as ever here tonight. Fans reach out, but he pretends not to notice them. The cameras catch quick cuts on the XTron of Graves smashing faces, laughing mid-beating, spraying mist, weapons, blood, ugly mayhem. He reaches the ring. Stops. Looks around. Then he slides in under the ropes, stands up slow just as the song hits— ♪ IT'S YOUR FUCKIN' NIGHTMARE ♪ Graves backs into his corner, sliding his cape off his shoulders tossing it aside. He cracks his neck once and stares across the ring as the music fades. 'Dark Warrior' Micheal Graves - vs - R.L. Edgar X-Treme Rules DING! DING! DING! As the bell rings, Micheal Graves wastes ZERO time as he bolts his way out of his corner! R.L. Edgar can barely react in time as Graves squashes him with a HUGE splash into the corner! Edgar gets squashed like a bug as he heaves on the impact, but Graves sets Edgar back, opening him up for a back elbow right to the skull! It knocks Edgar right on the forehead as he tries to keep himself stable! But Graves hits Edgar with ANOTHER elbow! And another! And another! The referee tries to create some separation and give Edgar some breathing room as he’s in the ropes, but Graves causes the ref to back down with a hard glare that sends shivers down his spine! JC: Graves is on a warpath right now, ever since he came back! It’s like no time has passed since he was the Anarchy champion before- JR: Allegedly. JC: -and he’s eager to remind people of that fact! Graves turns his attention right back to Edgar, who quickly raises a boot right up to Graves’ face, causing him to stagger right back into the middle of the ring. Edgar quickly pounces on Graves, landing a hard right between the eyes that has the big man stumbling. It’s followed up by a quick boot to the gut, forcing Graves to double over. JR: Edgar is showing some fire, trying to stay in this. JC: R.L. Edgar is a former veteran of the ring himself, he’s not wanting his return spoiled so soon by Graves. Edgar runs off the ropes to come back towards Graves- BUT GRAVES COMES RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET AS HE PICKS UP EDGAR LIKE IT’S NOTHING! FALLAWAY SLAM ACROSS THE RING! EDGAR BOUNCES OFF THE MAT LIKE HE’S RUBBER, LANDING RIGHT NEXT TO THE TURNBUCKLE! JR: Edgar got turned inside out like a ragdoll! JC: Graves can do a lot in the ring, but he’s underrated as a downright bruiser. It’s almost freakish. Edgar tries to use the ropes to his advantage, pulling himself right back to his feet, but Graves LUNGES at him at top speed, spearing him right into the turnbuckles! Edgar’s body CONTORTS on impact, his backside literally between the top and middle turnbuckles as his face is one of agony! Graves doesn’t let him sit for long though, forcing him out and into the middle of the ring! Graves chases after him- BULLDOG! Quick pin attempt- ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JR: Edgar still trying to keep himself in this… JC: This is how Graves operates in the ring though, Joe. Lots of pinfalls, trying to wear down your strength. The more Edgar is on the back foot here, the more he feeds into that general strategy- GRAVES HOISTS EDGAR RIGHT UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! JC: -or he could be looking for the killshot right here instead! Edgar tries to squirm out of the hold, but he can’t get himself free fast enough! GRAVES SPRINTS FOR THE CORNER! AND HE SLAMS EDGAR INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! JC: Graves turning himself into a Grave Digger with that vicious Death Valley Driver! JR: Modified Death Valley Driver, at that. Getting your back slammed into the turnbuckles like that… it’s the type of stuff that could get you landed into a wheelchair! ANOTHER COVER BY GRAVES! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Graves scowls at Edgar’s persistence, but doesn’t let it get him down for long! He gets right back up to his feet, and puts Edgar’s head right between his legs! JR: It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what Graves is going for here, Jack. JC: You said it, Joe. Graves is no doubt looking for that vicious Razor’s Edge slam, trying to give Edgar some Graves Consequences! BUT R.L. EDGAR DIGS DOWN DEEP! AND COUNTERS THE MOVE INTO A BACK BODY DROP! THE FANS POP LIKE CRAZY AS HE’S GOT A CHANCE TO BREATHE! JC: Is this the comeback the people have been looking for?! JR: He’s got only one chance to make this work! EDGAR BEGINS TO SCALE THE TURNBUCKLES! THE FANS ARE WILLING HIM ON! BUT GRAVES QUICKLY GETS BACK ONTO HIS FEET! HE THUMPS EDGAR FROM BEHIND AS HE SLUMPS FORWARD! GRAVES SITUATES HIMSELF RIGHT ON THE FIRST ROPE, BACK-TO-BACK WITH EDGAR! HE GRABS HIM BY THE ARMS… JC: Oh no. JR: I think Edgar is about to fly, Jack! GRAVES THROWS EDGAR ACROSS! GRAVES CONSEQUENCES OFF THE ROPES! R.L. EDGAR GETS SPIKED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD AS HE LIES MOTIONLESS! GRAVES SLIDES IN FOR THE COVER AS THE REF PROCEEDS TO COUNT! ONE! TWO! THREE! Winner: ‘Dark Warrior’ Micheal Graves Graves triumphantly raises his fists to a chorus of boos, and he takes a minute to soak in the vile hatred. As the referee comes towards him to give him his Anarchy Championship back, he snatches it away from his hands. JC: Dominant win for Micheal Graves there, Joe. You gotta wonder if there’s any stopping him at this rate. JR: Picking up a solid win is a good way to get yourself ready for March Madness coming right around the corner, Jack. Who says Graves can’t pull off the upset and go all the way? JC: He’ll certainly try to sell you on that, but he’s got a stacked field to get through first! This March Madness is the largest in XWF history, after all! Graves walks to the back with his Anarchy Championship, with medical personnel tending to R.L. Edgar as Warfare goes to commercial. Helix Nebula by Anamanaguchi blasts as colored lights in beat to the rhythm pass over the roaring crowd. When the beat kicks in Game Girl swoops down from the rafters on her flying cloud, Nimbus, going over fans and reaching down to give them passing high fives before sailing over to the ring and flipping down to her feet into a fist-raising pose. JC: And here comes our special guest referee for the night.....GAME GIRL! And just listen to that crowd pop! They love her! JR: I've seen the fans on Twitter say that Game Girl was 'Robbed' off the X-treme Title at Snow Pain, Snow Gain- and the alleged burglar is none other than Jenny Myst herself! Tonight, a lesser person would be seeking revenge as the referee! JC: But Game Girl is a good noodle! She promised to call this match right down the middle, despite the fact that Jenny Myst and her ex-Corporate crew have been screwing with her for weeks! When The Storm is Coming hits Latoya Hixx. They heard a voice laugh in the background and saw blue lights from the entrance and some smoke and rainfall coming down she walked onto the middle stage flexed her muscles walked straight down towards the aisle slapped a few XWF fans got inside the ring and dim the lights in the ring and she flexes her arms once more and spread her arms and climbs on the top rope and yell at her fans and tells them to let's go and climbs down off the ropes and waits for her partner to arrive. JC: Here comes one of Razor Blade's best friends and one-half of the HIXX SISTERS, Latoya Hixx! JR: A mainstay on XWF Anarchy, Latoya Hixx has had crossover success on Warfare and has even notched up BACK-TO-BACK Pay Per View Wins! Say what you will about her- but she's undeniably on a roll! Let's light it up hits, and Deena Hixx comes out from behind the curtains and walks out on stage and skips on down the aisle and skips around the ring  and slides into the ring and leans on the ropes with her legs crossed and waits for her Opponent to arrive. JC: And Latoya's sister, Deena Hixx! JR: Do you think El Landerson is mad that Latoya is tag-teaming with her sister on Warfare? The two of them have already clinched a shot at the Anarchy Tag-Titles...maybe El Landerson is feeling a little jealous tonight watching his partner tag without him? JC: I don't think so, Joe! Landerson, The Hixx Sisters, Razor Blade- they're all good friends on and off camera! Landerson wouldn't hold a grudge for this. If anything, I bet he's backstage rooting for his friends tonight! The Director appears to silence initially, as he surveys the crowd, sitting on a gilded director's chair, with a black cloak at his back. "Whiplash" by Architects cracks the silence as four masked men, clad in all black, each mask bearing an X, O, triangle and square, respectively. As the music plays, they each grab a corner of the chair, lifting him and carrying him down the ramp like pall bearers. When they reach the end of the ramp, they set the chair down and X kneels down on all fours as the other three step aside. The Director stands, removing his cloak and handing it to one of the other masked men. He then steps onto X's back, using him as a human step stool to enter the ring. Once in the ring, he spins with arms outstretched, taking in the boos of the crowd. He then moves to one corner, where he sits on the middle turnbuckle and ropes like a throne. He enfolds his hands and awaits the start of the match. JR: This Director guy seriously gives me the creeps. He acts like this is his world, and we're all just pawns on his chessboard. JC: Indeed, Joe! The Director is constantly scheming. First, he was scheming on Anarchy exclusively! But now, he's brought his schemes over to Warfare- and somehow, he's struck up an unlikely alliance with Jenny Myst and the Bastardly bunch! JR: I don't know what The Director gets from working with monsters like Charlie and Jenny, but frankly, I know whatever it is, it can't be good for the rest of us! JC: That's not to mention the fact that The Director showed up in UGWC a month ago to save SEB from an attack! How might Sebastian Everett-Bryce play into all of this? JR: I know this much...all The Director's plots all seem to involve a deep and tangled web of violence! "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment plays as Jenny Myst makes her way to the ring. The lights drop hard. A low pink glow bleeds across the arena as the opening pulse of “Sex Metal Barbie” hits—industrial, predatory, unmistakable. The crowd reaction swells immediately, a mix of boos, awe, and uneasy anticipation, because everyone knows what that song means. Then she steps through the curtain. Jenny Myst doesn’t rush. She arrives. Leather gleams under the lights as she pauses at the top of the ramp, chin tilted slightly upward, eyes scanning the crowd like she’s counting debts. The X-Division Championship, Mortimer, rests over her shoulder—not displayed, not flaunted—carried like a weapon she’s already used tonight. Her expression is calm, almost bored, but there’s cruelty sitting just beneath it, coiled and patient. On the second beat drop, she rolls her shoulders and starts down the ramp with deliberate, confident strides. Each step syncs with the rhythm—measured, heavy, inevitable. She ignores the fans reaching out, the insults, the chants. Their noise doesn’t register. This isn’t their moment. It’s hers. Halfway down, Jenny stops. She turns slowly, eyes locking with the hard camera, and smirks—not playful, not charming, but sharp. A reminder. She lifts Mortimer just enough for the gold to catch the light, mouthing a few words only the camera gets: mine. Then she lets the title fall back against her shoulder like it belongs there… because it does. At ringside, she wipes her boots on the apron with exaggerated care before stepping up, climbing through the ropes with smooth precision. No wasted movement. No nerves. Inside the ring, she walks straight to the center, turning once more as the music continues to snarl through the arena. The music fades. And suddenly, the ring feels smaller. JC: If you ask me, this ring feels suddenly smaller! JR: Well of course it does, there's 4 people in there now- and none of them stand taller than HER X'CELLENCY herself, Jenny Myst! JC: Jenny Myst's return to this company has completely rocked the X-division, and now, she's turning her sights towards the tag division with this impromptu alliance! JR: I wonder if Jenny and The Director will be able to work together in there! JC: I get the feeling that we are about to find out! Jenny Myst and The Director - vs - Latoya Hixx and Deena Hixx SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Game Girl DING! DING! DING! We're off to the races as Latoya Hixx steps into the ring to represent her team. Latoya cracks her knuckles and cranks her neck before she starts approaching the opposite corner, where Jenny Myst stands in front of the turnbuckle pads. But before Latoya can even begin to wrestle, Jenny turns to The Director and tags him into the match! Jenny sports a cocky grin as she winks at Latoya whilst stepping out to the apron. JR: Jenny Myst is already starting her mind games! JC: But I wonder how The Director is going to feel, it looks like Jenny is kinda trying to boss him around in there! The Director and Jenny begin arguing about who should start the match, as they take turns just tagging each other in without consent. That's when Game Girl comes over whilst both Jenny and Director are standing in the ring, and the special referee begins telling them that this match has to begin immediately! Game Girl tells them that they have to just stop tagging out immediately! Now Jenny and The Director just start arguing with Game Girl instead of each other! JC: It sounds like like Jenny and The Director are telling Game Girl that they want to 'freebird' this tag-match...whatever that means! But Game Girl is a good referee, and she's not letting that B.S. slide in this match! JR: At least they stopped arguing with each other! Jenny and The Director are bonding over their shared hatred for Game Girl's rules lawyering! JC: Rules lawyering?! She's the referee! That's her job! JR: Oh..."it's just her job"...yeah, that didn't work at Nuremberg, and it won't work with me! Game Girl seems adamant that either Jenny or Director must stay in the ring- and after a ridiculous amount of time, the pair finally acquiesce! But not in the way that GG was hoping for. Jenny and The Director simultaneously push GG out of the way, and then they deliver a double-boot to Latoya's unsuspecting midsection! As GG pulls herself back to a standing position, Jenny and Director both grab Latoya around the neck- before dropping her with a double DDT! GG screams and hollers warnings of imminent disqualification, but The Director and Jenny Myst just snicker to themselves before The Director steps back out onto the apron. JC: Wait a second....I think they planned this! These two goons are already bending the rules and pushing them to their breaking point! JR: That's what these two do best! Latoya and Deena will just have to adapt! GG starts chiding Jenny for the illegal ploy, but Jenny DGAF about that! Myst is already back on Latoya like a wolverine, taking complete advantage of the dirty double-team blow. Jenny puts Latoya's arm into a kimura, wrenching it for nearly half a minute before expertly rolling it into a headlock! Jenny's putting on a technical clinic in the ring! But outside the ring, Deena Hixx is trying to rile the fans in support of her sister. Deena leads the audience in a clap-a-long, giving Latoya to resist Jenny's grappling! With Jenny holding her in a headlock, Latoya begins to slowly rise to her feet. Once she's in a standing position, Latoya grabs a hold of Jenny's waist! Jenny's jaw drops cartoonishly as Latoya lifts her up into the air! But Jenny isn't letting go of the headlock, she's keeping it locked tight! But Latoya forces her way out of the hold with a vicious belly to back suplex that shakes the entire ring! JR: That's one way to escape a submission! JC: These fans gave Hixx the strength to get out of it! They want the Hixx sisters to beat the snot out of Jenny Myst for all the stuff she's pulled! Latoya and Jenny rebound from the force of the suplex, and each of them dives over to their respective corner! They make the tags! Deena Hixx and The Director storm into the ring! JC: And here come some fresh bodies! JR: Let's see who gets the edge! Deena and The Director tie up in the center of the ring as their partners roll out to the aprons. Deena tries to manhandle The Director with superior upper-body technique, but The Director doesn't have time for that nonsense! He kicks Deena right in the knee, Jon Jones style! Deena takes a step back as the pain jolts through her leg. But then, The Director kicks her in the same knee AGAIN! Then, The Director takes to the ropes- BEFORE DROP-KICKING DEENA'S KNEE! Hixx falls to the mat, clutching her injured leg! JR: The Director is going right for that kneecap! He's a man with a plan! JC: A sick and twisted plan, if you ask me! The Director grabs Deena, pulling her up by her hair before slapping her right across the face with disrespect! Then he irish whips Deena right through the ropes, sending her flying out of the ring and against the barricade outside! JR: He just threw her clear across and OUT OF the ring! JC: But wait a second....who's that sitting in the front row, right where Deena landed?! The camera cuts to a shot outside the ring, where we see a slew of familiar faces sitting in the front row! CHARLIE NICKLES! MR. OZ! DR. HOLLY CAMBRIC! AND- JENNIE NICKLES! Are all seated at ringside, sharing a few buckets of comically sized popcorn... Popcorn that they begin dumping all over Deena Hixx whilst The Director and Jenny Myst begin cracking up inside the ring! JC: What the hell are they doing at ringside?! JR: Well...they must have tickets! They're enjoying the show! JC: Game Girl should do something about this! JR: Do something? I'm not sure there's anything she can do! Unruly fans are supposed to be handled by security, not the referee! Latoya Hixx leaps off the apron and confronts Charlie and the crew- telling them to leave her sister alone! THAT'S WHEN THE DIRECTOR SUICIDE DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPE! THE DIRECTOR TAKES OUT BOTH LATOYA AND DEENA WHILE THEY'RE DISTRACTED! JC: OH MY GOD! JR: I CAN'T BELIEVE HE STUCK THE LANDING! JC: STUCK THE LANDING?! HE LANDED RIGHT ON THEIR NECKS! JR: EXACTLY! The crowd gasps as The Director and the Hixx sisters crash to the mat placed outside the ring. The crew in the front row begin going apeshit, absolutely hyping up their boy The Director after his big dive! After some time, The Director lifts himself up from the wreckage- before setting his sights upon Deena Hixx once more. The Director grabs Deena before sliding her back into the ring. The Director wipes popcorn greases off on the apron before he himself slides back into the ring. Deena is trying to push herself to her feet, but the popcorn butter on her boots makes it hard for her to get a steady foothold- and it makes it easy for The Director to line her up for an EMPIRE KICK! JC: AN EMPIRE KICK! That's SEB's move! JR: Not anymore, I spose'! Deena's head cracks off Director's boot, and then the mat. The Director just stares down at her with hatred in his heart as the crowd boos. But instead of going for the pin, The Director just goes for the corner- and tags Jenny Myst back in. JC: Ok, this is starting to get sick! These two are just playing with their food at this point! JR: But maybe that's the point! The Director and Jenny Myst are trying to send a message to the entire tag division! But instead of stepping into the ring, Jenny Myst climbs to the top rope... JR: It looks like Jenny wants to go airborne! JC: Oh god no...Latoya needs to come save Deena! JR: Latoya's slumped outside the ring right now, she's not saving anyone! Jenny Myst perches on the top rope for a moment, looking down at Deena- not with pity, but with contempt. Then, she leaps into the air before executing a rounding moonsault! JR: IDENTITY CRISIS! JC: Please, let this match be over! I can't watch anymore of this vicious assault! Jenny hooks the leg on the moonsault! Game Girl has no choice but to drop down and count the pin, no matter how much it kills her to do it! 1! 2!! 3!!! WINNERS by pinfall - Jenny Myst & The Director JC: This was a disgusting performance from Jenny Myst and The Director! The Hixx Sisters came out here for a clean tag match, and they got everything but that! JR: It’s not their fault, they just gamed the system! And they gamed Game Girl! They pushed every rule, every limit, every boundary to the absolute breaking point- without ever pushing far enough that Game Girl could disqualify them! And lord knows she wanted to! JC: They took advantage of the referee’s good-natured spirit! Game Girl goes to raise Jenny and Director’s hands- a begrudged expression etched onto her face… When suddenly, out of nowhere- EMPIRE KICK! The Director takes the special referee out! JC: NO! DAMN IT, NO! Game Girl called this match right down the middle, she gave every break possible to those dirty cheaters- and this is the thanks she gets?! JR: No good deed goes unpunished! Everyone gets an Empire Kick from The Director! The Director picks her up by the head, as Game Girl is wobbly trying to get her footing. He shoves her towards Myst……. IT’S LOCKEDIN! PINK PERFECTION! (Sister Abigail DDT!) That’s when Mr. Oz, Dr. Cambric, and the Nickles siblings leap over the ringside barrier and all slide into the ring to celebrate the big win! The crowd boos tremendously, everyone in the arena screaming bloody murder at the top of their lungs. Hot dog wrappers, soda cans, and even a few beer bottles fly into the ring as the angry crowd demonstrates their misgivings. The bastards in the ring just grin and smirk, soaking up all the hatred coming their way. Then, suddenly- Charlie Nickles calls for a microphone. A ringside attendant has no choice but to pass one into the ring. The Nickleman presses the microphone to his lips as his crew celebrates behind him. Charlie: “Another monumental win, notched on our bastardly belts. But tonight wasn’t a win for “The Corporation”. Never The Corporation….never again. Tonight, we showed everyone what happens when the puppets cut their strings. What happens when the dogs get off their leash, and out of the cage!” The Nickleman stares out into an arena full of haters and naysayers, with absolutely no fucks given about the feelings of the snowflakes in the crowd. Charlie: “Tonight, two of my top killers showed you what it looks like for a Corporation to die… And what it looks like for a Brotherhood to be born in blood. Now pucker up and listen close… Because everyone’s Jenny has something to say.” The Nickleman smirks as Jennie Nickles begins to reach for the mic- But he hands it right to Jenny Myst. Jenny grabs the mic, already half-laughing before she even speaks. “Oh my God… I am like SOOO glad Dyson finally did something productive with his life and took that annoying little X title off my hands,” she says, waving it off like lint on a jacket. “I was bored. Truly. Spiritually. Deeply bored with it.” She paces a step, eyes rolling. “Carrying it. Defending it. Pretending it mattered. Pretending he mattered. I did what I wanted to do with it. I came in, I won it, I got the rules around it changed, and then I dropped it off when I was done so it can be someone else’s burden. Now Samael Dyson has to carry a title that will forever have my imprint on it while I continue my reign with a REAL X-treme title that doesn’t have stupid 24/7 rules around it. ” She holds up Mortimer, the WGWF X-Division belt. Hair flip. “And don’t get it twisted—do you honestly think that if I wanted to keep that title… I would’ve let a ‘man’—” she makes air quotes, slow and exaggerated, “—and honestly, the jury is still very much out on that—who smells like curdled milk and mothballs… pin me backstage and take it from me?” She stops. Smiles. Lets the crowd buzz. “No.” A small nod. “The answer is a resounding no.” Jenny lifts the mic again, like she almost forgot something—and then smiles when she remembers. “But my focus now?” she says, tapping the mic once. “Oh, my focus has shifted.” She nods slowly. “Because now I’m looking at the Tag Team Titles.” A pause. “And maybe… a little rule change while we’re there.” She shrugs, faux-innocent. “We want the tag titles. You know—” she smirks, “—the real ones. Sorry, Anarchy.” The crowd reacts. “And that brings me to Seb and King.” She waves it off. “They haven’t defended those belts since Night Two of Relentless—which, for those of you keeping track of events in this thrift store of a wrestling company, was basically forever ago.” She starts pacing now. “Instead? They’ve been play-fighting with each other over the belts. Breaking up. Making up. Breaking up again. Then reuniting like it’s some prestige drama nobody asked for.” A hair flip the other way. “Seb is spending more time fucking Betsy Granger than defending the tag titles. Quite frankly Bets…you could do a lot better.” She points to the Nickleman who gives a thumbs up. Crowd erupts. “And Isaiah King?” She tilts her head. “He’s spending more time getting his ass beaten by his own besty than defending the tag titles.” Jenny stops, dead center. “They are enemies turned to lovers turned back to enemies turned back to lovers—on a loop. On repeat. Like it’s synced to the moon cycle.” She looks straight into the camera now. “And the entire tag division?” She spreads her hands. “They just have to sit there… and watch two grown men break up and make up every couple of months while the belts collect dust. Hell, Bad Bunny’s halftime show was more entertaining and I didn’t even understand what he was saying!” A small, dangerous smile creeps in. “Just like half the country Sunday Night.…We’re done watching. The time is now.” Then, Jenny hands the microphone back to The Nickleman- who merrily accepts it with giddy and glee. These self-righteous cunts just live to hear themselves speak. Charlie: “But as we all know, a Brotherhood is only as good as it’s weakest link…” Charlie begins eyeing every member of the crew up and down, but he stops and pauses as his gaze meets Dr. Cambric’s. Charlie: “And at Snow Pain, Snow Gain we learned that weakness still lives among us. Still costs us matches.” The Nickleman glares at Cambric as Jenny Myst and The Director step towards Cambric with ill-intent. Jennie Nickles and Mr. Oz look confused as the tension suddenly sharpens within their faction. Charlie: “Our prestigious doctor let us go into the big show hurt, wounded, and at a disadvantage. My injury? Well, a broken back of course…after all, I’ve been carrying the XWF off-and-on for the last 5 years- and frankly, it’s starting to grow bothersome.” The Nickleman feigns a back injury as he looks to Cambric. Then, he gestures towards Jenny Myst. Charlie: “And Jenny Myst, well…her buttocks was sore from all the ass-kissers and rimjobbers going after her in the X-treme halls.” JC: He’s just making excuses at this point! He’s blaming Holly Cambric for everyone else’s losses! JR: That’s what a good leader does! He finds a scapegoat, and he redirects the blame to them! The crowd boos at the nasty bullying as Dr. Cambric raises her palms to protest her innocence. Charlie: “So where was our Doctor, when we needed her most? On the precipice of Snow Pain, Snow Gain?” Cambric begins trying to explain herself, but it’s no use- Charlie and company aren’t bothering to hear her out. Charlie: “When I lost at Snow Pain, Snow Gain I realized something about you, Cambric- I realized that you’re not just a shitty wrestler, you’re an even worse doctor! You’re just another mutt who’s not fit to run with the big dogs! Another piece of trash, another puppet that needs to be broken and thrown away… Another Solomon Kline that I have to get rid of.” JC: Wait….did Charlie just admit that he ‘got rid of’ Solomon Kline?! So it’s true! The attack on Kline WAS an inside job! JR: It’s just like 9/11, and COVID! The Nickleman glares at Cambric before giving a signal to Myst and The Director- and the pair begin laying right into Cambric! Kicks and punches fly as Myst and The Director work Cambric into a corner! Oz and Jennie look confused by the sudden outbreak of violence, but Charlie urges them to join the fray… And join the fray they do! JR: And now they’re getting rid of Holly Cambric! Just like they did Solomon Kline! JC: Damn it, no! Someone needs to stop these monsters, they’re on a rampage tonight! First it was the Hixx sisters, then Game Girl- and now they’re going after their own doctor! This is madness! JR: This isn’t Madness….THIS IS WARFARE! Oz comes flying into the corner with a massive frogsplash that rocks Cambric’s socks off. Then, Jennie Nickles comes in with a flying elbow that forces Cambric to the bottom rung of the turnbuckle! Then, they drag Holly Cambric out to the center of the ring and everyone begins laying boot to ass! Everyone but Charlie, who’s just smirking in the corner while the gang puts in work. Until that smirk suddenly vanishes from his face! [video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sZ5xTY8OMY[/youtube] The lights go out. Fire surrounds the stage. The X-Tron flickers to life. A heartbeat monitor flatlines. Beep. “Antivist” by Bring Me The Horizon blasts throughout the arena. MIDDLE FINGERS UP, IF YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK! A figure steps out from the entrance, black balaclava on his face and walking with crutches. JC: Is that?! JR: I’m not a betting man, unless it’s with DraftKings, go to DraftKings.com and use promo code XWF1999 to get 99 cents in free bets! If I was, I’d say that’s… He rips off the mask and moves toward the ring on crutches. JC: It’s “Psycho” Solomon! JR: I was gonna say that, Juciunde! Last time we saw him was about a month ago when he was laid out by an unknown attacker in some sort of an inside job![/i] In the ring, Charlie Nickles, Jennie Nickles, Jenny Myst, Oz and the Director are still attacking Holly Cambric, but they look up at Solomon, who is almost to the ring. IF YOU REALLY BELIEVE IN THE WORDS THAT YOU PREACH GET OFF YOUR SCREENS AND ONTO THE STREETS! THERE WILL BE NO PEACEFUL REVOLUTION! NO WAR WITHOUT BLOOD! The lyrics echo as Solomon enters the ring. His former stable mates look up at him, not sure what to make of it all. Solomon looks at Holly lying on the mat, gasping for air. He then looks at Jenny Myst, drops the crutches and runs toward her. Spear! Solomon takes down the XWF icon! But then The Director kicks Solomon in the gut, causing him to double over. The Director grabs his whip and draws it back. Solomon rolls, grabs a crutch from the bottom and lifts it up, just in time to block the Director’s whip! The whip wraps around the crutch and Solomon yanks it toward himself, freeing the whip from the Director’s grasp. Solomon, looking crazed, pulls the whip off the crutch and wields both, begging the rest of the group to try him. Still outnumbered, but dual wielding, he cracks the whip toward Oz, who rolls under the ropes to avoid it. Charlie charges and eats a crutch to the side of the head! Then, Jennie Nickles slides out of the ring before she can eat the same! Jenny Myst is up and the newly formed tag team of Jenny Myst and the Director start to circle Solomon like vultures. Jenny grabs the end of the crutch and tries to wrench it away. While he’s distracted, The Director steals back his whip. Solomon and Jenny are still playing tug-o-war with the crutch as the Director hits the Small Print on Solomon! Jenny grabs the crutch, points and laughs at Solomon on the mat. She brings the crutch down like a hammer on the injured leg of Solomon, still in a brace! The Director raises the whip… Silence. No crack of the whip. A masked man has grabbed the whip from behind. [white]JC: That’s the Revolution champion and former Anarchy tag team champion with The Director! JR: It’s XXXVI! The Director turns to face his weapon. Superkick to Jenny from Solomon! The Director gets in the face of XXXVI. XXXVI doesn’t back down. Clothesline by Solomon from behind, taking down the Director! XXXVI grabs the whip. Solomon grabs the crutch and together they chase off Jenny and The Director! XXXVI takes a bow and leaves the ring. Solomon takes a microphone. “Psycho” Solomon: Las Vegas! Boy am I glad to see you! In my absence, I’ve had a lot of time to think and I know I lost a piece of myself at Relentless. I became bitter and shitty and I hurt a lot of people I love. I can’t take back what’s done, but what I can do is work toward a better tomorrow. I talked to my doctors and did all the tests and I’m cleared, baby! PS: I’m taking my meds, on a regimen and I think I’m beginning to remember who I always was, before things went south. Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Solomon Kline and I want nothing more than an opportunity to prove myself in the greatest tournament in professional wrestling. I hereby declare my return to compete in March Madness! The crowd goes wild! SK: Thank you, Las Vegas and XWF Universe. Oh and one more thing. Charlie Nickles…go fuck yourself! He drops the mic and celebrates with the paying fans cheering for him! Charlie Nickels is seething on the outside, surrounded by his brotherhood as he’s shouting incomprehensibly to them! JC: Well, you gotta give it Solomon Kline. It takes guts to come out here on your own, and with a crutch in hand, fight off an entire group- JR: Look out! From behind! CHARLIE NICKELS! JENNIE NICKELS! JENNY MYST! THE DIRECTOR! AND MISTER OZ! ALL FOUR STORM THE RING AT THE SAME TIME TO GO BACK TO SNEAK ATTACKING SOLOMON KLINE! KLINE IS SWINGING HIS CRUTCH LIKE A MADMAN TO GIVE BACK, BUT HE’S OUTNUMBERED! JC: These four are like hyenas! JR: ‘Strength in numbers’ is a common saying, Jack, and we’re seeing why right now! Even a weapon can’t help that much! SCOOPS MCGEE RUSHES DOWN TO THE RING WITH A FULL HEAD OF STEAM AS THE CROWD GOES BALLISTIC! JC: SCOOPS MCGEE! Fresh off the performance of a lifetime at Snow Pain, Snow Gain! We’re gonna be seeing him later tonight challenge for the Television title, but he’s moving like a man possessed right now! JR: He’s walking into a warzone right now though, and he’s outnumbered! Scoops slides in the ring and immediately ducks an incoming monster lariat from Mister Oz, and instead LUNGES at Charlie with a jumping shoulder block! Both men go down as Scoops lays down some heavy blows onto Charlie, but he immediately gets pulled off by both Jennie and Jenny! The Director has Scoops in his sights and goes for a hard shot to the skull- BUT SOLOMON KLINE CRACKS HIS CRUTCH ACROSS THE DIRECTOR’S BACK AS HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES! Scoops stomps on Jennie’s foot! He pulls Jenny in for a sharp headbutt between the eyes! JC: These two are giving as good as they’re getting right now! JR: Hey, is that who I think it is coming nearby at ringside?! It’s Amber Mansley! She slides in to ringside without a trace, two kendo sticks in hand, and immediately tries to help out the still-loopy Game Girl as she gives her one of the sticks! Scoops and Kline share an unhealthy silence as they glare at each other, neither one fully trusting the other. But their moment is quickly interrupted by Mister Oz who takes them BOTH down with a double lariat! Both men take a hard fall as Oz puts Scoops onto his shoulders! AND he puts Kline right on top of Scoops! JC: That strength of Oz is freakish! He’s carrying around both men like they’re ragdolls! JR: Scoops is about to get squashed like a bug before his big main event match with Centurion! AMBER MANSLEY AND GAME GIRL COME INTO THE RING ON OPPOSITE SIDES! AND THEY START WHALLOPING OZ WITH THE KENDO STICKS! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! OZ IS GETTING TREATED LIKE A PINATA, BUT JENNY MYST GOES RIGHT FOR GAME GIRL! AND JENNIE NICKELS MAKES A BEELINE RIGHT FOR MANSLEY! The Director tries to get some payback towards Solomon Kline for the earlier crutch shot, and in the middle of the ring, Scoops and Charlie go back and forth, just like their Universal title match! JC: It’s chaos right now in the middle of the ring! The House of Hardcore - with Solomon Kline - are trying to take it to Charlie Nickels and his so-called Brotherhood! JR: They’re still outnumbered though, Jack! And when Oz wakes back up… As if right on cue, his body battered red from the repeated kendo stick shots, Oz stands tall as he lets loose a death roar that shakes the arena by its foundation! But then… JC: THAT’S THE SOUND OF A CALAMITY RIGHT THERE! DICKIE WATSON! THE FORMER UNIVERSAL CHAMPION, IS HERE! HE RUNS DOWN THE RAMP WITH A FULL HEAD OF STEAM, EYEING UP MISTER OZ, BEFORE HE SPRINGBOARDS RIGHT OFF THE ROPES TO HIT HIM WITH A FRONT DROPKICK! THE IMPACT STAGGERS OZ BACK, FORCING HIM BACK THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR! Dickie’s presence galvanizes the others as they move together! Kline cracks the Director over the skull with another crutch shot! Mansley tugs the top rope down to send a charging Jennie Nickels out of the ring! Game Girl swings the kendo stick round-and-round like a Merry-Go-Round to crack Jenny Myst as she runs out of the ring! Scoops pulls Charlie in by the wrist! CATTLE PROD- BUT CHARLIE DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT! HE QUICKLY SCAMPERS OUT OF THE RING TO JOIN HIS BROTHERHOOD AS THE TIDES HAVE FULLY TURNED! SCOOPS AND DICKIE STARE DAGGERS AT EACH OTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING NOW! THE FANS ARE WATCHING WITH BAITED BREATH! JC: Neither of these men look thrilled to see each other. JR: They just went to war over the Universal Championship, Jack! Dickie knows good and well how Scoops McGee pinned him! And then he LOST the chance to win to Kieran on top of that?! Suspense hangs throughout the air as Game Girl looks at the two of them with pleading eyes… … DICKIE WATSON EXTENDS A HAND TO SCOOPS! SCOOPS TAKES ONE LONG LOOK AT THE HAND! AND SHAKES IT! JC: Not as you said, Joe! The House of Hardcore stands united! JR: Who knows if they can really trust each other at the end of the day, though? Game Girl is jumping for joy while Amber Mansley nods appreciatively! The four round together, talking low enough for the camera to not hear, as Kline watches from afar in his own corner. The four turn towards Kline. A nod gets exchanged between the groups. “We’ll be seein’ you in March Madness, boah!” Scoops shouted towards Kline. “Good luck!” :) Game Girl gleefully adds as the four begin to make their way out of the ring together. Solomon Kline smiles towards the group as Warfare fades to commercial. The crowd roars to life as the familiar theme for Centurion plays. Out from the back steps Centurion, wearing his trademark wrestling attire and holding the Television Title over his shoulder. JC: Here he comes! Centurion! The XWF Legend! Still going strong and adding yet another title reign to his absolutely unmatchable record of accomplishments in his XWF career! JR: Most wins for a competitor in all of XWF history, Jacuinde! You’d think for a champ of his caliber, they could get a belt that doesn’t look like it got fished out of a computer still running on Windows 95! JC: The belt is certainly… visually striking! But to Cent, it’s a statement! A reminder to the wrestling world of how good this business is and has always been without corporate interference! And a reminder to the XWF’s Trillionaires ownership group that this business thrived before you and it will thrive after you! Centurion looks to storm down the ramp as he usually does, but he stops towards the top to look out into the crowd and soak in the chants from the crowd in attendance. He cracks a slight smile before continuing to the ring. He slides in and gestures to ringside for a mic, which he is given. He looks at his title one last time before raising the mic to his lips and looking out into the crowd. The show is quickly interrupted by the sound of a distant synthesizer, followed up by horses neighing and galloping through the dirt. It fades out, leading into the riff of a guitar strumming a fiery tune. There's an inherent electricity building within the air of the arena, culminating as the drums kick in. As they do, the steadfast figure of Scoops McGee comes out from the back, a look of no nonsense etched onto his face as he takes a long look at the crowd and the squared circle. JC: Speaking of people thriving! Scoops McGee came within a fraction of a FRACTION of pulling off the biggest win of his XWF career and scoring the Universal title! The culmination of a four decade plus long journey! JR: And he fuckin’ CHOKED, Jacuinde! JC: …I’d disagree there, Joe. For the first time in his career, Scoops scored a pinfall over Charlie Nickles, the man he lost to in his XWF debut! He also pinned Dickie Watson, who was at the time the reigning Universal champion! It took one of the most dominant competitors in all of XWF History, Kieran King, to put Scoops down! And it took a questionable low blow to put Scoops off the victory trail he was on. JR: Close don’t count when it comes to titles, Jacuinde. You either won or you didn’t. JC: …Well, tonight, Scoops is on the hunt again for championship gold. Tonight, two old men in a sport where men die young face off. Both rebelling against management! And both seeing the clearest way forward is through the other! Scoops nods, steadily walking to the ring and absentmindedly high-fiving any fans stretching out their hands who happen to be right in his way. He makes his way over to ringside, climbing up the steps methodically and stepping onto the ring apron. He saunters about halfway across the apron, taking one last long look at the crowd as they give their reception to the seasoned vet. Scoops stretches his arms out wide, accepting everything they've got to give before stepping into the ring. Scoops skulks over to his corner, pacing there and doing some small stretches to keep himself warmed up before the match begins. JC: Here we go. Fifteen minutes on the clock, the XWF Television Championship on the line, and two of the most experienced competitors this industry has ever produced… JR: It feels like both these guys have been wrestling since the invention of the wheel! We’re in for something truly special tonight, Jacuinde! Centurion © - vs - Scoops McGee 15 Minute Time Limit SUMMARY Centurion and Scoops meet in the center and immediately start trading forearms, stiff and ugly. Scoops’ left arm snaps through first, cracking against Cent’s jaw. Cent answers with a sharp elbow, then another, each one placed with surgical intent. JR: These dudes are built different, man. That’s farm strength versus old-man jiu-jitsu rage! Scoops shoves Cent into the corner and unloads — forearm, forearm, forearm — until Cent ducks one, slips out, and plants Scoops with a standing dropkick that knocks him through the ropes and to the floor. Cent doesn’t follow right away. He watches. Measures. Then slides out and immediately rams Scoops spine-first into the barricade. 13:42 13:41 13:40 Centurion grabs Scoops by the arm and going to Irish whip him back towards the apron.., …But Scoops slams on the brakes, and reverses! He whips Cent around toward the apron! …No, he twists Cent around! And whips him straight over the barricade and into the front row! The crowd roars as Cent gets sent flying into the XWF Universe! JC: Giving the front row fans their money’s worth tonight, Joe! JR: Cent’s already a grumpy guy around most people, now he’s around a bunch of fans willing to pay top dollar to see him up close! And now he’s as close as he can be! Security manages to get the fans to back away from the TV champ as Cent shakes his head, pulling himself up to his feet… Inside the ring, the official has started a ten count for both competitors! JR: Oh shut that guy up! There’s no way the first ever showdown between two legends like Scoops and Cent should end in a double count-out! Let them fight! JC: He’s just maintaining the rules here, Joe! And the rules say these two need to take this one back into the ring! Cent pulls himself up to the barricade… Scoops is ready, grabbing him by the scruff of his head, looking to deliver a shot to the temple… But Cent’s ready, firing off a right hand that drives Scoops staggering back against the apron! JC: What a shot by Cent! Scoops shakes off cobwebs after that strike, rolling back under the bottom rope as the official hits six… Cent climbs over the barricade as the official hits seven… Inside the ring Scoops keeps gathering his composure, working his way to a vertical base… Cent darts to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope, beating the count at eight! JC: Surprisingly rookie move by Cent! If he took the count-out, he’d leave with that ugly as sin TV title! JR: Cent’s always been the type to be a fighting champ! He’d rather defend it the right way and lose than the wrong way and artificially stretch his reign! The moment Cent’s back in the ring, he darts after Scoops, still climbing to a vert- …Wait, Scoops is ready! He turns himself on a dime, grabbing Cent by the neck! Jawbreaker! Followed by a… Snapmare! Cent tumbles over Scoops’ shoulder, straight onto his ass! Scoops builds up a head of steam, scuttling across the ring, bouncing off the ropes! Running boot straight to Cent’s face! Cent drops from a seated position flat onto his back! [whiet]JC: Great sequence by Scoops McGee there! JR: Scoops’ grandpa run is something else, but I gotta admit, that was an effective chain of moves there! Scoops goes into a cover, driving his forearm into Cent’s face! ONE— Cent kicks out! JC: Cent looking defiant here! Not even letting Scoops get to two! 10:51 10:50 10:49 Scoops doesn’t argue. He just nods and hauls Cent up again, attempting a Scoop Slam — but Cent shifts his weight, drops behind, and snaps off a Saito Suplex that folds Scoops nearly in half! JC: Wow! What a counter by Cent there! JR: Cent’s learned more suplex varieties over his career than some people know words in the English language! Absolutely masterful counter by the Television champ! Cent doesn’t waste time. He yanks Scoops up off the mat, gripping McGee by the top of his head… WHAM! Cent drives a knee into the ribs — then another — before blasting him with a V Trigger that sends Scoops rolling to the ropes! JC: Wow! Cent is giving Scoops the hardest shots Scoops has had to deal with… maybe since his days in Japan! JR: I thought these two guys respected each other! Cent’s knocking the taste out of Scoops’ mouth like Scoops cracked wise on Cent’s mother! JC: This is how the true greats show each other respect, Joe! By not leeting up even an inch! Scoops looks woozy after Cent’s vicious elbow strike, Scoops rebounds off… Cent leaps through the air, looking to follow with a… Bloody Symphony! (Busaiku Flying Knee) but Scoops lunges forward at the last second and cuts him out of the air with a stiff left forearm, that sends Cent straight at the mat like a swatted fly! CATTLE PROD! [OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The building reacts to that stiff-as-FUCK shot! JC: Cent just got SCOOPED! Scoops staggers back, shaking out his arm, then charges… Cent rolls off his stomach… But Scoops is on him, raining down mounted punches, each one heavier than the last. 8:01 8:00 7:59 Scoops pulls Cent up off the mat and signals for The Big Scoop — the crowd rises! JC: Scoops is calling for the end here! JR: Cent said there was no way either of these guys was beating the other in fifteen… but Scoops is going for the killshot with half the time left on the clock! Scoops hoists Cent into piledriver position… …But Cent kicks his legs and slips out of Scoops’ grip, sliding off the back! Before Scoops can turn around, Cent’s got Scoops from behind! 1000 MILE SLAM! The crowd explodes off their feet! JC: Oh shit! Cent hit it! Cent hit the 1000 Mile Slam! This would be an upset! Scoops rolls twice off the mat towards the ropes as Cent stretches his shoulder… he crawls across the ring to make the cov- …Scoops rolls again! Under the bottom rope! JC: Wily veteran move by Scoops here! Buying himself some recovery time! JR: Between these two, they both know every trick in the book! 6:54 6:53 6:52 Scoops rolls out, landing on his feet, dropping to one knee, clingin to the apron as he shakes off cobwebs… Cent scrambles back to his feet, not wanting to give Scoops even a moment to recover! He runs backwards toward the ropes… He goes for a… BASEBALL SLIDE TO SCOOPS’ BACK! … But Scoops sidesteps it! JR: What the?!?! How did Scoops know how to avoid that? Does he have eyes in the back of his head?!? JC: Years of experience, Joe! You get kicked in the back of the head enough times, your body learns the tricks to avoid it happening any more than it has to! Cent’s boots shoot by Scoops’s skull, Cent slides out of the ring…. And Scoops is ready, shoving off the apron! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! CENT DOES A FULL FLIP THROUGH THE AIR, LANDING FLAT ON HIS FACE ON THE PADDED CONCRETE! JC: WOW! The crowd leaps to their feet cheering this brutal battle! FIGHT FOREVER *clap clap clapclapclap* FIGHT FOREVER *clap clap clapclapclap* JC: The fans are letting it be known! They want this fight to go on all night! JR: Well, they can chant all they want, but the clock keeps ticking! 5:19 5:18 5:17 Scoops cranked his neck, before grabbing Cent by the hair and rolling him back under the bottom rope… Cent rolls twice before winding up on his back, looking like he might not know which way is up! Scoops follows under the bottom rope and hooks the leg! ONE— TWO— NO! Centurion kicks out!... And immediately rolls onto his stomach, clutching his side! JC: Clever move by Cent! Blocking Scoops from following up with another pin attempt! JR: It’s like a hermit crab defense, crawling into its shell! But Scoops is a hammer that’s gonna crack that shell wide open!! Scoops snarls and yanks Cent up by the arm, looking for his patented Big Scoop — but Cent plants his feet, fires an elbow back! Scoops staggers back a step after taking an elbow to the chin! Cent spins — standing dropkick! Scoops stumbles back into the ropes! Scoops staggers forward… right into Cent’s arms! Cent loads Scoops into a fireman’s carry! SMART BOMB! Death Valley Driver! Cent plants Scoop dead-center in the ring! The crowd ERUPTS! JC: SMART BOMB! CENT HIT IT! JR: That’s it! That’s gotta be—] Cent dives into the cover! ONE— TWO— THR—NO! Scoops gets the shoulder up at the last possible instant! 3:42 3:41 3:40 Cent sits back on his knees, eyes wide, chest heaving. He looks up at the clock, then down at Scoops — frustration starting to creep in! JR: What the Hell’s bothering Cent, Jacuinde? Time’s on his side! He even called this one was gonna be a time limit draw! JC: But you know Cent can feel it! He’s close! He can put away a fellow legend! And a victory in a match like this is sweet as the sweetest nectar! Cent hauls Scoops up off the mat… but Scoops standing switches… heaves Cent off his feet… snaps off a shinbreaker, dropping Cent’s shin hard across his own knee! Cent cradles his leg… But Scoops immediately follows with a Boston Crab, sitting deep on it! Cent screams, pounding the mat, crawling inch by inch toward the ropes! JC: Holy COW! Scoops went from looking beaten to inches from victory! That’s what makes him so dangerous… he’s never beat and he’s always just one good sequence from taking the win! JR: That’s exactly how he beat SEB, Jacuinde! Refusing to stay down and swinging until he caught SEB once and never letting up after! The crowd rallies! Screaming at the top of their lungs! Half for Scoops to finish it, the other half for Cent to hold on for dear life! 2:29 2:28 2:27 Cent’s arms shake… He shoves off the mat! Cent reaches– Scoops drags him back to the center! Re-sits! [white]JC: Cent’s in trouble here! JR: That lower back is already wrecked! This could be it! Cent’s arm is shaking… Scoops tries to plant his ass on Cent’s back, trapping him against the mat… Cent digs deep, rolling his hips, twisting — and kicks Scoops square in the face to break the hold! Both men collapse. 1:46 1:45 1:44 They slowly push themselves up on opposite sides of the ring, eyes locked. Sweat, blood, exhaustion. They charge. FOREARM by Scoops! ELBOW by Cent! FOREARM! ELBOW! Scoops winds up — CATTLE PROD! Cent stumbles—but stays upright! Cent roars and fires back with a V TRIGGER! Scoops drops to one knee! Cent grabs him— 1000 MILE SLAM AGAIN! JC: OH MY GOD! AGAIN! AGAAAAIN! JR: That’s gotta do it… That’s just… C’mon that’s gotta be it! Cent collapses into the cover, barely able to hook the leg! ONE— TWO— THREEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SCOOPS! KICKS! OUT! The arena LOSES it. [white]JC: HOW?! JR: These guys are running on fumes and hate right now!] 0:54 0:53 0:52 Cent slaps the mat in disbelief. He looks up at the clock. Panic flickers across his face for the first time. Scoops rolls toward the ropes, dragging himself up. Cent charges — Scoops ducks! Scoops spins— SAITO SUPLEX! Both men crash down again! Scoops crawls into a cover of his own! ONE— TWO— CENT ROLLS THROUGH! Cent stacks him up! ONE— TWO— Scoops rolls the shoulder! Scoops counters into his own cradle! ONE— TWO— Cent kicks out! Both men scramble to their feet— 0:17 0:16 0:15 JC: Oh God! I’m on the crowd’s side! Don’t stop this one! JR: It’s now or never! Someone’s gotta take this one! Scoops goes for a Cattle Prod! …But Cent ducks it! He drives his head under Scoops’ shoulder for a… THIRD 1000 MILE SL- …No! Scoops slips out the back! 0:06 0:05 Scoops hoists Cent into the air into a piledriver! 0:04 0:03 BIG SCOOP! The crowd explodes! JC: HE DID IT! SCOOPS HAS GOT IT! WE’VE GOT A NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION! Scoops crawls into the cover! ONE! T- BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT! TIME LIMIT DRAW JC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Why the Hell would they only give this classic fifteen minutes!?! JR: Both Scoops and Cent went to war! Scoops hit a big move… Would that have done it?!? Or would Cent have kicked out? JC: One thing’s for sure, these two HAVE to go at it again! And soon! The crowd is still buzzing with excitement… Scoops weaves his hand through his hair… looking frustrated… As Cent cradles his gut on the mat, crawling arm over arm upright… The two stare at each other… clearly neither satisfied with this uncertain ending… As the scene fades to black… THANKS TO OUR MATCH WRITERS PETER PRINCIPLE LIAM DESMOND ‘BIG’ DICK LICHTER OUR SEGMENT WRITERS KIERAN KING CHARLIE NICKLES AND EVERYONE WHO RP’D!