The livestream flickers on and at first, it’s just the low hum of an engine cutting through the sky. Dim cabin lights cast a glow over leather seats and steel framing. Then the camera adjusts… and there he is. Ric James. Slick Ric himself Sitting calm. Elbows on his knees. Hands clasped. He looks up into the camera to the camera slowly with a smooth confidence.

RJ: Y’all ever notice something about risk?

A slight smirk creeps in.

RJ: Most people… they think about it too long. They hesitate. They calculate. They second guess the risk versus the reward.

He leans back in his seat, relaxed.

RJ: Me? I used to make a living off it. I used to take the big risk for someone else and let them reap the rewards.

He gestures around casually.

RJ: Jumping off buildings… crashing through glass… lighting myself on fire… all for somebody else’s spotlight. All so someone else can get the rewards and be told they earned it on their own , never mentioning the real star behind the scenes.

He paused. His expression sharpens just a bit.

RJ: And even though I didn’t reach the stardom I still never thought twice about doing what needed to be done.

He leans forward again, elbows on his knees, locking eyes with the camera now.

RJ: And now with that same mindset? That same willingness to put it all on the line without flinching?” That’s exactly what I’m bringing to XWF Anarchy.

He pauses.Then he nods slowly.

RJ: MARISOL VILARO… LATOYA HIXX… LIAM ROBERTS…

He lets each name breathe in between as he speaks.

RJ: In my debut I’m stepping in the ring with… three different problems.

He shifts slightly in his seat.

RJ: Let’s start with Hixx.She’s been everywhere. Every promotion, every locker room you name it, she’s seen it. A vet. Experience for days.

He tilts his head.

RJ: But let’s be real… that record?

He exhales through his nose.

RJ: It ain’t exactly screaming dominance. More ups and downs than anything… and lately?

Another shrug.

RJ: Mostly downs.

He leans in a bit closer.

RJ: But here’s the thing… that doesn’t make her weak or and easy target , it makes her desperate
His tone tightens just slightly.

RJ: And desperate people? They are dangerous because they can pull off upsets.

He shakes his head.

RJ: I can’t let that happen. Not to me. Not on my debut in XWF, I put too much into this too fall flat so early.

A brief pause.

RJ: Because I didn’t come to XWF just to survive… I came here because I’ve got bigger fish to fry at this cookout.

Now there’s a spark in his eyes.

RJ: Like MARISOL VILARO.


He nods with respect.

RJ: Now that? That’s a different story.

He sits back again, thoughtful.

RJ: Proven track record. One of the most respected training systems in the game. A name people know the second they hear it.

He taps his finger lightly against his knee.

RJ: She’s just not any name stepping into the ring , she’s a proven legacy.

He leans forward again.

RJ: And me stepping in there with her? That’s an uphill battle. But that’s exactly the kind of hill I lace my boots up for. I want that pressure. I need that moment when the bell rings and I cash in on her legacy.

He sits upright now, more focused. A small pause.

RJ: Then …there’s Liam Roberts.

He chuckles lightly.

RJ: The wildcard. A great Unknown. Unpredictable. The kind of guy that can throw everything off without warning. A real game wrecker as they like to call them in sports.

He leans his head side to side, thinking.

RJ: That’s the X-factor right there… the one nobody can fully prepare for.

Then he smiles.

RJ: But see… that’s where I’m different.

He points at the camera.

RJ: Because where I come from?

A slight nod.

RJ: Because in the stunt industry , There’s always an unknown.

He gestures around the plane again.

RJ: You can rehearse it. Plan it. Walk through it a hundred times…

He pauses.

RJ: But when it’s time to jump? It’s never a guaranteed safe landing.

He leans in close now, voice lower, more intense.

RJ: And I got real comfortable living in that space.

His eyes lock in.

So Liam… you can try to shake me. Try to throw me off my game…

He smirks.

RJ: But chaos? “That’s home for me.

He sits back again, confidence radiating.

RJ: So when you look at this match… yeah, on paper it’s unpredictable. Yeah on paper I’m the one with the least experience and have the odds against me.

He shrugs. Then he points to himself.

RJ: But I’m willing to bet on one thing.

A pause.

RJ: Myself!

His voice gets sharper now.

RJ: And I bet… by the end of the night I’ll have everyone’s jaws dropped and stunned as I shock the world.

He slowly stands up from his seat.

RJ: And the reason why

He straightens his jacket.

RJ: I didn’t leave being a stuntman… so I could stop taking risks.

He starts walking, the camera following him now.

RJ: I left because I got tired of doing all the hard work…

He continues to takes steps towards somewhere.

RJ: …taking all the chances… …and never getting the reward.”

He stops near the open rear section of the plane. Wind begins to roar faintly in the background.


RJ: So now? My three opponents?” They’re about to find out exactly why Slick Ric James… …is the next diamond in the rough. The next breakout talent that nobody saw coming because they kept overlooking.

He reaches down and grabs a parachute pack. The camera widens. The door behind him begins to lower… revealing nothing but open sky and the distant lights below. Wind rushes in hard now. Ric slips the parachute on like it’s second nature.

RJ: So best believe when the lights are bright on Anrachy Slic Ric is about to claim his ticket to fame off the backs of three golden gooses that haven’t got a clue.

Then he steps toward the edge, looking out over the city below. THE PREMIERE CENTER! SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA.

He glances back at the camera one last time.

RJ I’ll see y’all soon.

And without hesitation He jumps and lets his fall descend a little before he opens his parachute and The stream cuts to black.