SEPTEMBER - 19 - 2026 LIVE FROM EL PRESIDIO NUEVO PARAÍSO, MEXICO Main Event MC Edgecrusher presents The XWF Relentless Pepsi Zero Sugar Presented by Taco Bell, Progressive Insurance, DraftKings, Snickers, Mountain Dew, AutoZone, and the All-New Ford F-150 pre-show MC Edgecrusher - vs - Perry Pennyweather Singles ‘Mr Amazing’ Vincent Jamison - vs - Latoya Hixx Texas Hotbox Both Competitors are locked in a Texas Prison’s Solitary Confinement Box First to Escape wins Deacon St. John - vs - Kristoffer ‘Vamp’ Arroyo Holy Man’s Sojourn Match This Match Takes Place in a Texas Church, outfitted with holy water, crosses, stakes, and other religious artifacts. First competitor to secure pinfall, submission, or drive a stake through their opponent’s heart wins 1 RP / 1k Jenny Myst - vs - Razor Blade Texas Deathmatch XWF Tag Team Championship Art Foundation Korvayne and Remi Storm - vs - House of Hardcore Dickie Watson and Corey Black Standard Tag Scoops McGee - vs - Beetlejizz If Scoops loses, he has to induct Elon Musk into the Hall of Legends, If Scoops wins, Jeff Bezos MUST SELL HIS XWF OWNERSHIP XWF X-Treme Championship Korvayne - vs - Judd Hollow X-Treme Rules

Our scene opens live from El Presidio. There is no pyro, no fancy fireworks, there aren't even any lights. Instead, night two comes to you live from what appears to be a mostly abandoned corner of the courtyard. Two folding chairs have been placed behind a folding card table. A handwritten sign reading "XWF RELENTLESS NIGHT 2" has been duct-taped to the front of it. In front of the "commentary table" sits what is passing for a wrestling ring. Four wooden posts are hammered directly into the dirt with three ropes tied between them. There is no canvas or any type of padding. It is just dirt. There are approximately eleven people in attendance. Three are prisoners, four are XWF ring crew, one is a horse, and the rest are random people wandering around. RJ sits behind the commentary table, staring silently into the camera. Several uncomfortable seconds pass, and RJ removes his headset and looks at it.

RJ: Is this thing even on?

Prince: Yeah, I can hear ya.

RJ puts his headset back on.

RJ: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to night two of the Main Event MC Edgecrusher presents The XWF Relentless Pepsi Zero Sugar Presented by Taco Bell, Progressive Insurance, DraftKings, Snickers, Mountain Dew, AutoZone, and the All-New Ford F-150 pre-show! And I have been asked to inform everybody that any prisoners attending today's show ARE NOT political prisoners, but are receiving special privileges for good behavior.

Prince: Good to know?

RJ: I'm assuming there's more to it, but if I want to make it home, I shouldn't ask.

Prince: They're political prisoners and watching this is their punishment?

RJ: I didn't say it.

Prince looks underneath the table.

Prince: Where's the Pepsi?

RJ: There isn't any.

Prince: Taco Bell?

RJ: No.

Prince: Snickers?

RJ: No.

Prince: Ford F-150?

RJ: We couldn't afford the parking.

Prince: Women?

RJ closes his eyes.

RJ: We've been on the air for thirty-seven seconds.

Prince: I'm just asking what amenities are available.

RJ: Dirt... We have dirt.

Prince reaches down, grabs a handful, and lets it fall through his fingers.

Prince: ...it's not even good dirt.

RJ: Folks, some of you may be wondering why, after last night's spectacular pre-show at the Sports & Grill of New Austin, tonight's production appears to be taking place in the exercise yard of an abandoned prison.

Prince: Budget cuts.

RJ: Apparently, our producer spent the entire production budget last night.

Prince: On fireworks.

RJ: Yes.

Prince: And wings.

RJ: Nevertheless, we still have an incredible main event scheduled tonight. Main Event MC Edgecrusher will go one-on-one with Perry Pennyweather!

Prince: I bet he's swimming in Penny.

RJ: Don't.

Prince: I'd like to make it rain Penny.

RJ: I don't even know what that means.

Prince: Neither do I, but I'm getting excited.

Suddenly, a man steps into the makeshift ring.

RJ: Wait a minute...

Prince: Is that...

RJ: MR. MILLER?!

He wears black-and-white prison stripes with ankle shackles. A ball and chain trails behind him as he walks. He raises both arms into the sky.

PM: What?

RJ: Mr. Miller is serving his sentence here as part of the prisoner exchange program.

Prince: The prisoner exchange program, experience new cultures behind bars! What's he in for?

RJ: Criminal mischief, unlawful tampering with an autonomous machine, destruction of property, public indecency, disorderly conduct, and unauthorized sexual use of robotics equipment.

Prince: He sounds like my sorta guy!

MC Edgecrusher - vs - Perry Pennyweather Singles

Prison Miller motions toward the entrance, and nothing happens. There is no music. There isn't actually an entrance, it's just a wooden door to an office. Seconds pass before the door opens and Main Event MC Edgecrusher steps through.

MEMC EC: Hey... where's my music?

A prisoner sitting nearby begins to hum his version of "Edgecrusher" by Fear Factory. Unfortunately, he's never actually heard the song, so he just hums "Mary Had a Little Lamb." The Edgecrusher just looks at him.

MEMC EC: Louder.

The prisoner starts humming louder, and another prisoner joins in. Soon, all three prisoners are badly humming "Mary Had a Little Lamb." Prince stands and holds a lighter above his head.

RJ: Sit down.

Prince: I'm creating atmosphere!

Main Event MC Edgecrusher climbs through the ropes and walks over to Prison Miller.

MEMC EC: Hey, that guy I'm supposed to fight, you see him?

Prison Miller shrugs.

MEMC EC: Yeah, me neither. Like he's been super pissed at me and chasing me around. Kinda odd I haven't seen him all day.

PM: What?

MEMC EC: YEAH, ME NEITHER! LIKE HE'S BEEN SUPER PISSED AT ME AND CHASING ME AROUND! KINDA ODD I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM ALL DAY!

PM: Ya don't gotta yell.

MEMC EC: I'm sorry, dawg.

PM: What?

Anybody actually watching this crap at home is treated to a shot of the scene somewhere "backstage." Perry is laid out motionless in a pool of his own blood. His poor little old granny sits in her wheelchair, crying out for help. She reaches toward her fallen grandchild and loses her balance, falling from her chair and faceplanting directly into the blood. Meanwhile, back at "ringside," Main Event MC Edgecrusher and the gang are just staring at the door.

RJ: Does anybody have any idea what the hell is going on?

The wooden entrance door flies open with such force it explodes from its hinges. Tommy of the THUGS fame storms into the courtyard.

Prince: That's not Perry Pennyweather, what the hell is he doing here?

RJ: Through hellfire and brimstone... it's Tommy!

The Edgecrusher instantly gets a giant smile on his face and holds his arms open for a big ole "bro hug."

MEMC EC: My dawg, I've been trying to get ahold of ya for weeks, homie.

Tommy enters the "ring."

MEMC EC: Glad to see y…

Tommy blasts the Edgecrusher with a wicked haymaker. The camera drops sideways as the Edgecrusher stumbles into the cameraman, knocking him over. For several seconds, the audience at home gets an excellent view of a really cool-looking rock.

RJ: SOMEBODY PICK UP THE CAMERA!

Prince: I would, but I'm doing commentary!

RJ: YOU HAVEN'T COMMENTED ON ANYTHING!

Prince: Nice rock. Kinda looks like a butt.

RJ: Dear god…

Someone finally picks the camera back up. Tommy is beating the hell out of the Main Event MC as Prison Miller just watches.

RJ: Somebody needs to stop this. Why isn't the ref doing anything?

Prince: What do you expect him to do?

RJ: His job!

Prince: He's just an old guy prisoner!

RJ: Then why is he in the ring?

Prince: We paid him three cigarettes.

RJ slams both hands on the table.

RJ: We can't afford a ref?

Prince: Hey, three smokes ain't bad in today's prison economy.

The Edgecrusher finally manages to pull himself up using one of the wooden ring posts. Tommy clotheslines him back down, snapping the wooden post in the process and causing half the "ring" to collapse.

RJ: MY GOD! THE RING!

Prince: There goes another twelve dollars.

Tommy grabs EC and throws him through the remaining ropes, sending the Main Eventer crashing into the commentary table. Tommy steps over the collapsed ropes and approaches the Edgecrusher as he slowly pulls himself up.

MEMC EC: Tommy... Tommy... Let's talk about this…

Tommy punches him directly in the face, and he collapses.

Tommy: Stop calling my phone, stop sending me DMs, stop tagging me in posts, stop buying billboards outside my house telling me to call. Don't even say my motherfucking name. Next time I won't be so nice.

Tommy stands over the fallen Edgecrusher for several seconds, then exits back through the wooden door. It slams behind him, leaving only awkward silence.

RJ: And of course I'm still contractually obligated to do tomorrow's show.

RJ removes his headset and gets up from the commentary table, leaving Prince behind to do the send-off.

Prince: Well, folks, looks like it's just you and me now.

Prince slowly turns toward the camera and adjusts his collar. A crazed and perverted smile spread across his face.

Prince: Ladies... gentlemen... and all you flexible people in between, thank you for spending your evening getting hot, sweaty, and Relentless with me.

Prince leans closer to the camera.

Prince: We've been beaten, battered, mounted, pinned, dominated, and left lying flat on our backs begging for more.

From somewhere off camera, we hear RJ.

RJ: FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Prince: And remember, what happens in El Presidio stays in El Presidio. So loosen those handcuffs, oil up those prison bars, and get ready to slide yourself into the main event!

RJ: CUT HIS MICROPHONE!

The audio suddenly cuts out as the feed fades to black.

---

“Hollywood” by Motionless in White starts pumping through the arena.

“It’s always on the weekend, like neon in the night, when Hollywood is bleeding it never seems to die.”

A movie trailer announcer voice comes on.

Ladies and gentlemen. The Man…has come home.

The lights flicker. One firework shoots from the top of the arena down to the stage. Boom! A man appears, wearing a black hoodie and black leather pants with blue flames at the bottom. A spotlight shines on him as he lifts his head and pulls back the hood to reveal...

'Mr. Amazing' Vincent Jamison

He's sporting black Ray Ban shades over his eyes, which themselves are coated in face paint, red on the right eye, blue on the left. He walks to the solitary confinement room with purpose and swagger as he slaps hands with people in the crowd. He hands his sun glasses off to a kid before climbing into the box.

"Sometimes the ones you trust most are the ones twisting the knife (twisting the knife)
So we keep running and we're running 'til our hearts explode
We're living like we're dying, but we're still hollow
So love me like I'm already your enemy"

He takes in the crowd's cheers as he looks around the solitary confinement room.

"And just when you think you're at the top of the chain
Someone comes around and puts you back in your place
The hunter and hunted are one in the same"

Mr. Amazing raises his arms over his head in an X shape. Pyro ignites from the top of the stage once more.

"'Cause everybody's somebody's, somebody's prey
Everybody's somebody's prey!"

Vincent moves to the center of the room and awaits the start of the match.

JC: Mr. Amazing is an XWF legend, but in all his time in professional wrestling, I doubt he’s ever competed in a match like this!

JR: This match is going to be seriously fucked up! Mr. Amazing has NEVER fought inside a solitary confinement cell before: and I don’t think he planned on doing it during his comeback tour- but here we are!

JC: Here we are indeed, Joe! The opening match for night 2 of Red Dead Relentless: and the stakes couldn’t be higher!



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 solitary confinement and dim the lights in the arena and she flexes her arms once more.

JR: The Storm has entered the solitary confinement cell! And she looks right at home in there! I wonder if she’s served time before? She has no nerves, no jitters!

JC: The Storm is never nervous, Joe! That’s why she’s always calling her shot against the biggest names in the industry: because she ain’t scared of nothing!

JR: Last night, Latoya’s sister Deena walked away with a huge victory over John Blade! Will Latoya be able to carry on the family’s Relentless weekend success?

JC: We are about to find out!

‘Mr Amazing’ Vincent Jamison - vs - Latoya Hixx Texas Hotbox Both Competitors are locked in a Texas Prison’s Solitary Confinement Box First to Escape wins

The steel door slams shut. The bolt drops into place with a heavy clank that echoes inside the box like a gunshot.

Eight feet by eight feet. Bare steel walls. A single bare bulb overhead casting hard yellow light. No ropes. No ring apron. No room to run.

Latoya Hixx doesn't wait. She charges. Spear! Vincent's spine slams into the wall and the whole box shakes on its frame.

He slides down, dazed, and she's already grabbing him by the head, hauling him up, whipping him into the opposite wall. He bounces off it hard.

Latoya sets for a fallaway slam. She hoists him up and launches him across the box. There's nowhere far to go. He crashes into the corner in a heap!

JC: Latoya is getting off to a red-hot start tonight! She isn’t wasting any time in taking Mr. Amazing down!

JR: This is basically a prison fight! I wouldn’t be surprised if Latoya pulls out a shank!

JC: Maybe she will pull out her sister’s newly won Blade Championship Blade!

She stalks over, stomping a boot into his ribs once, twice, three times. Vincent curls up defensively, takes a fourth stomp to the shoulder, then explodes upward with a dropkick that catches her flush in the chest.

Latoya staggers back into the steel. Vincent is on his feet fast, years of instinct kicking in. He grabs her arm, whips her into the far wall, and follows in with a clothesline that flattens her against it.

She drops to a knee. Vincent locks his hands around her waist. German suplex, bridging it hard into the floor. The impact booms through the box like a struck bell.

He doesn't let go of the bridge, feeling the floor for the pin that means nothing in here, then releases and rolls off her. Latoya is already stirring, shaking her head, temper flaring hot in her eyes.

JC: Pinfalls and submissions won’t get you anywhere in this match, but Mr. Amazing’s instincts keep pulling him in that direction!

JR: The only way to win this match is by escaping: our opening match is nothing less than a prison break special!

She comes up swinging. A forearm cracks across Vincent's jaw. Another one. He staggers into the wall and she doesn't stop, unloading with a series of strikes, each one echoing off the steel around them.

Vincent ducks the fifth one. Latoya's fist connects with the wall instead of his face and she howls, shaking out her hand. He capitalizes immediately, snatching her into a full nelson slam that drives her spine into the floor!

JR: A big mistake from Latoya! She might have just broken her hand against the walls of the cell!

JC: And the XWF legend is already capitalizing on her misfortune!

Both competitors are down now, chests heaving, sweat already soaking through in the cramped, airless box.

Latoya rolls toward the door first. Her fingers find the bolt. She yanks at it, straining, the metal groaning but not giving.

Vincent grabs her ankle and drags her away from the exit. She kicks back with her free leg, catching him in the face, breaking the grip. She scrambles up.

He's up a half second faster.

Superkick!

It catches her clean on the chin and she drops like a sack of stone.

JC: DOWN GOES THE STORM! I REPEAT, THE STORM IS DOWN!

JR: All Mr. Amazing has to do now is walk out that cell door, and he’ll be a free man! Just like Frederick Douglas!

Vincent limps toward the door himself, favoring the shoulder she stomped earlier. He gets a hand on the bolt. It slides an inch.

Latoya lunges from behind, grabbing him around the waist, throwing him with a release German suplex that sends him crashing spine first into the corner post. He crumples.

She's up now, breathing hard, blood in her eye from the superkick. She hauls Vincent to his feet by the collar and whips him hard into the opposite wall. He hits it and rebounds right into a spinning heel kick that puts him down again.

JR: Latoya Hixx says ‘not so fast, Vincent’! I thought Mr. Amazing had this match won, but The Storm clearly has other plans!

JC: She wanted a shot at the tag team gold this Relentless weekend, but she lost to Oleandyr Reitan, so now, she’s taking all that rage out on Mr. Amazing!

Latoya goes for the Beast Bomb. She hoists him onto her shoulders, fighting the cramped space, trying to find the angle in a box that gives her nowhere to build the move properly. Vincent slides off the back, landing on his feet, and shoves her forward into the steel wall face first.

She bounces off it, stunned. Vincent grabs her from behind, looking for a suplex of his own. She fights it, elbows him twice in the ribs, breaks free, and pivots into a pump-handle facebuster that drives his face straight into the floor.

He's flat on his stomach. Latoya doesn't go for the door this time. She drops a knee across his lower back, then another, working him over, the hot temper taking over any patience she might have had.

Vincent absorbs it, rolls with the third knee drop, and catches her leg on the way down. He twists it, forcing her off balance, and she crashes down beside him.

Both of them crawl for the door at the same time. Shoulder to shoulder, elbowing each other, neither one able to get clean position. Vincent's hand reaches the bolt first. Latoya bites down on his forearm.

He yells, yanks his arm back, and she scrambles past him, getting both hands on the bolt. It's halfway open when Vincent grabs a fistful of her hair from behind and hauls her off the door, throwing her into the wall beside it.

She hits it and spins around swinging. Bicycle kick. It catches Vincent square on the jaw and he goes down hard, out on his feet for a second before his body even hits the floor.

Latoya turns back to the door, working the bolt with shaking hands. It's almost free.

JC: Latoya Hixx might have this match won!

JR: Vincent Jamison is going to need a miracle here!

Vincent, on instinct alone, reaches out and grabs her ankle from the floor. She kicks at him, connecting once, twice, but he doesn't let go. He drags himself up her leg, climbing her like a rope, until he's upright again and she's turned to face him, furious.

She swings a wild right hand. He ducks it. Dropkick to the knee buckles her. She drops to one knee in front of him.

Vincent grabs her head. Reverse DDT, driving her face first into the steel floor!

The sound of it rattles through the whole box!

JR: OH MY GOD!

She's not moving. Vincent crawls, half dragging himself, toward the door. His fingers find the bolt.

Latoya's hand shoots out and grabs his ankle. He kicks free. She grabs again, weaker this time, and he kicks her hand away completely.

He gets the bolt free. The door creaks open an inch.

She lunges one last time, catching him around the waist in a desperate tackle, both of them crashing back down inside the box, rolling across the floor in a tangle of limbs.

JC: The door is open! The door is open! All someone has to do now is walk through it!

Vincent headbutts her, breaking the grip. She rolls off him, dazed, blood trickling from her nose now.

He crawls the last few feet to the door. Latoya reaches after him, fingers grazing his boot, too slow, too spent.

Vincent Jamison pulls himself through the open door and out onto the stage floor, collapsing on his back, chest heaving, sweat pouring off him.

Inside the box, Latoya Hixx lies on the steel floor, staring up at the open door she couldn't reach in time. Her face shows the clear look of disappointment.

Winner- ‘Mr. Amazing’ Vincent Jamison

JC: What a match! Both of these competitors gave it everything they had, they both left their blood, sweat, and tears all over that cell! But at the end of the fight, only Mr. Amazing was able to escape!

JR: The Storm was a wrecking ball inside that room, but sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of Amazement! Vincent Jamison walks away with the marquee victory to open up night 2 of Red Dead Relentless!

JC: I’m not sure he’ll be walking anytime soon, Joe- but you’re right! He crawled through that open door, and now, he’s probably crawling straight into an ambulance!

JR: But a win is a win, and no one can ever take this win away from Vincent!

---

A silver Maybach pulls up, digging its wheels through rocky terrain path that leads to the church…

Wait, hold up… pardon my fuck, Deacon’s Maybach isn’t meant to drive through this bullshit, but Maxwell did it anyway.

The back door opened and a boot stepped out into a puddle that was directly in front of the exit. Deacon stood from the Maybach and gave a disgusted grunt as he looked down at his super cool bat-skinned vampire slayer boots that were now ruined.

Those boots cost a fortune and that had done nothing but pissed Deacon St. John off, “Forty-five hundred dollar boots— ruined in one step. This is gonna’ be a long fucking night!” He said.

Deacon looked to the church. Above head, Kristoffer Arroyo stood by the bell. He tilted his glasses and looked down, almost spying on Deacon.

Why he needed glasses at night time nobody fucking knows, but he wore them anyway…

cry about it

Arroyo watched as Deacon shut the door to the Maybach and Maxwell slowly drove off.

“Hmph— Rich, smug asshole!” Kristoffer said, as he reached out and grabbed the rope to the bell, rocking it forward and causing it to clank loudly. The sound was so loud it probably woke the dead… “This is going to be fun!”

Deacon looked up and smirked. Kristoffer was now gone. Vanished and hiding. The supernatural mind-fuckery had already started.

Deacon St. John - vs - Kristoffer ‘Vamp’ Arroyo Holy Man’s Sojourn Match This Match Takes Place in a Texas Church, outfitted with holy water, crosses, stakes, and other religious artifacts. First competitor to secure pinfall, submission, or drive a stake through their opponent’s heart wins

As Deacon made his way up toward church gates, he started a check-list in his head, all while scanning the perimeter noticing the miscellaneous weapons that dangled from chains along the gates.

Some were your typical weapons that regular wrasslin’ folk such as he would use— others very creature of the night specific.

“Well, this looks interesting?”

Grabbing a modified kendo stick that has a pointed stake taped around the top of it. He nods giving it a grade A thumbs up toward the cameraman, like only Deacon could do.

After taking a couple practice swings, Deacon begins to walk up the church steps…

“Hope Count Fuckula is ready for this,” He said.

Meanwhile, Kristoffer Arroyo drops down behind him silently, like some type of fucking trained assassin. He starts pacing behind St. John allowing him to make his way all the up the steps and open the church doors.

Once the doors are open, Kristoffer runs behind him and dropkicks him into the church from behind, causing him to fall to the floor and drop the modified kendo stick. Kristoffer steps in and closes the church door behind him, but before it closes a crow flies off the rafters and out of the door.

Kristoffer looks back and smirks as the official rings the bell. He turns his attention to Deacon who is starting to pull himself to his feet and says, “three hundred years Deacon, smarter men know a church wouldn’t protect them from me!”

Arroyo stepped toward St. John, who stood up and brushed himself off. Deacon smirked and charged in Kristoffer’s direction. He rolled out of the way and behind a church bench.

Deacon turns around looking for Arroyo but can’t find him through the flickering of candles in the church. “Hiding in the shadows like a typical fucking coward?” Deacon said.

“… Or a typical vampire,” Arroyo replied as he stepped out behind Deacon and smacked him in the back of the head.

Deacon turned around aggravated, but Kris had already rolled back behind another bench. Deacon peaked around one side as Kris climbed up on another bench and jumped off, connecting a Dropkick to St. John.

Deacon fell on his stomach and rolled over now groaning very irritated…

Deacon stood up and began to pace toward the church door, waving the whole thing off. “Screw this what we do in the shadows, bullshit! I’m leaving…”

Kristoffer jumped out from behind a bench and ran forward. He hopped into the air and locked his legs around Deac’s neck, sending him flipping back with an inverted frankensteiner.

Deacon’s head hits the floor with a tremendous thud. Kris stands and reaches down grabbing Deacon by the shoulder and pulling him to his feet. “You aren’t going anywhere, Richie Rich!” He said, as he delivers a forearm to St John’s face, causing him to fall backward into a row of pews.

Arroyo now scans the church and grabs a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire that is hanging from the ceiling. He unties it from the chain dangling above and begins twirling it in his hand.

“Wonder if this was blessed?” He said.

Kris gives off a shrug and takes a mighty swing toward Deacon’s head. Luckily Deacon’s reflexes are almost as good as any vampires, because if they weren’t he would have been dead to rights.

After ducking the swing, Deac drove a knee into Arroyo’s ribs causing him to buckle forward and drop the bat. St John not wanting to let up, follows up with a knee to the abdominal section. Kris stumbles back and Deac runs forward clotheslining him to the floor.

Deacon drops down on Kristoffer, arrogantly as if he had done enough damage to end the match…

We all know that’s a crock of shit…
The vamp kicked out before a one count…

“Are you kidding me. Shit for brains, count faster!!” He shouted. Deacon stood up and grabbed Kristy Poo by the hair, because why the fuck now. He lifted him to his feet and went for a forearm but Kristoffer ducked.

Kristoffer spun around and locked Deacon in a sleeper, but Deac charged backward, and they both tumbled over the benches causing Arroyo to release the hold.

Deacon stood and brushed his shirt off with a smug look. He went to go reach down and pick Kris up, but caught a boot to the face.

Deacon stepped back and Kristoffer kips up. He connects a spinning elbow, followed by a knee and then a low kick to Deac’s ankle. It’s followed up by a knee to the side and it sends Deacon stumbling back.

Kris locks Deacon’s head up and delivers a spinning neck breaker. The vampire looks at the official and drops down for a pinfall…

1…. 2.. KICKOUT

Deacon gets a shoulder up. Kristoffer stands up and then pulls him to his feet. He spins Deac so that Deac’s back is now facing him and pulls him backward drilling him with a backstabber.

As Deacon rolls in pain, Arroyo paces around and looking at what is on the menu. He picks up a wooden coffin lid  and wedges it between two benches as St John tries to stand.

Kris’s lifts Deacon and rolls him onto the coffin lid and gives him a couple blows to the head before ascending atop one of the old confessional booths. Kris reaches the top…

Kris dives down onto Deacon crashing through him and the wooden casket lid. They both roll around in pain as Deac rolls onto his stomach yelling, “You emo Dracula mother fucker” in pain…

Kris climbs to a knee and then pulls himself to his feet. He lifts Deacon to standing position, but St. John takes him in the eyes. While Kris holds his face, Deacon grabs a jagged piece of the broken coffin lid and stabs him in the leg with it.

“Ouch… Asshole!”

“Think that hurt? You’re going to like this,” Deacon said. He reaches over and grabs a jar that is labeled Holy Water. Deac unscrews the cap and takes a swig. “Geez, this taste like tap water… not even Voss!”

St John spits the Holy Water in Kristoffer’s face as Kris removes his hand from his eyes. Kristoffer immediately smacks him in the face as he stands. Deacon is baffled that the Holy Water didn’t burn Kristoffer to hell…

“What in the shit!”

Deacon smashes the Holy Water bottle over Kristoffer’s head and then stuffs his head between his legs flipping forward and driving him down with a flip piledriver. St John rolls Kris on his stomach and places his arm over him…

1…. 2..  KICKOUT!

Deacon stands and again chooses to argue with the official. Arroyo uses this moment to attempt a sneaky roll up pinfall attempt…

1…. 2…. KICKOUT!

St. John kicks out and stands to his feet. He runs toward Kris, only to get tied up and sent down with a hip toss. Deacon quickly scrambles up and Kristoffer fires a knee. Deac blocks the knee swatting it down and fires a knee of his own.

Kristoffer staggers and St John runs forward spearing him through the confessional, breaking through the door and out of the back.

Deacon stands up and grabs the kendo stick that has the stake attached to it. Arroyo climbs to a knee and Deacon smashes it over his back. Kris winces in pain but stays on one knee. He laughs through the pain, and what would you know? That just pisses Deacon off enough yo crack him across the head with it.

Kristoffer falls down and Deacon looks at the kendo stick, eyeing the sharp stake attached to it. He thinks about stabbing it through the vampires heart but then drops it because obviously he doesn’t want no beef with a murder charge… obviously.

Deacon drops down and makes a cover.

1….  2….    KICKOUT!!

“What in the flying fuck! You fucking fuck, my grandma counts better than you and she’s dead!” Deacon screams, as Arroyo rolls onto his stomach.

Deacon stands to his feet and searches the church as Kris attempts to stand. Deacon reaches out and picks up a communion chalice. He starts to swing it wildly like he’s Jean Claude Van Damme, only the form is way off and it looks sloppy.

He makes his way over to Kristoffer who is on all fours and starts to wrap the chain from the communion chalice around his neck, but Kris reaches back and gouges Deacon in the eyes.

Deacon backs up and Kristoffer comes to his feet grabbing Deacon by the wrist before he can go any further. Kris pops him in the jaw with a forearm and then throws Deacon out of the church window into the cemetery outside…

It’s now raining. Boy, those fucking batskin boots are done for…

Deacon starts to climb to his feet all muddy and scraped up from hitting the ground. Arroyo now kicks the door open and steps out of the church with the communion chalice in his hand.

He drops down to the cemetery from the steps and lets out a violent swing, cracking Deacon in the face with it…

“I tried to be a good guy, but that’s getting a bit harder each and every day, Deac.” Kris said, as he reaches down and drags St John over to a gravestone. He lays him against it and stumbles back several feet before charging forward and connecting a knee to Deac’s chin, smashing the other side of his head against the gravestone.

Arroyo rolls Deacon onto his back and goes for a pin…

1….  2….    KICKOUT!!

Kris shakes his head, confused and in disbelief. He grabs St John by the arm and continues to drag him a bit, almost as if to humiliate him. Once he feels it is enough, Kris lifts a groggy Deacon St John to his feet.

He locks him in a Romeo’s Lament and leans down placing a kiss on his head. This must have been enough to make Deacon lose it because as Kris went to execute Deac escaped and pushed him harshly over a gravestone.

As Kris tumbled over it, ass over head, he quickly got to his feet, but Deacon gave a short sprint toward him jumping into the air with his knee and delivering a Cover Charge. Exhausted, Deac reaches over after they both fall and drops an arm on Kristoffer.

1….  2….    KICKOUT!!!

St. John digs his hands into the dirt and stands to his feet. Kris rolls onto his stomach and uses the gravestone to pull himself to standing position. They both stand at about the same time.

Arroyo fires a wild punch and Deacon ducks it. Deac fires a forearm, Kris blocks it off. Deacon fires a right and Kris grabs the arm. He locks the wrist and pulls Deacon forward.

Kris somehow locks in Snuff Machinery…

Deacon grunts in pain and tries to wiggle away. Kristoffer keeps it locked in. Both men are wobbly, and Deacon tries tumbling backward but it just pins Kris up against a mausoleum.

Deacon wobbles forward still shouting in pain as the official looks at him, asking if he gives up. Deacon gives the official a dirty look as Kris cranks the submission in a little more.

In one last desperate move, Deacon lunges backward and uses the momentum to send them both crashing through the mausoleum door. Both men fall to the ground, knocking old human remains over top of them.

Both men shove off the human remains, as lightning flashes above and thunder claps around them…

The two stand-off in the cool, noxious air of the mausoleum!

They both charge!


Arroyo fires off a spinning heel kick, but Deacon ducks under!

As Arroyo spins around, Deacon boots Arroyo in the stomach! Arroyo drops to one knee, looking that that boot hit him deep…

Deacon smirks confidently as his hands move almost on autopilot, snapping Arroyo in front of him, turning his opponent’s back towards him… he gets his feet set!

HE FRONTFLIPS OVER HIS OPPONENT! He’s looking for the…

ART OF THE DEAL (Somersault Unprettier)

…

But Arroyo glides backwards as Deacon moves through the air!


Deacon lands and Arroyo catches him with a low kick to the calf!

And in rapid succession, Arroyo secures a guillotine!

Aaaaand…

ROMEO’S LAMENT!

Deacon’s head SLAMS against the cobblestone floor of the mausoleum!

Arroyo collapses ontop of him for the cover!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Winner: Kristoffer Arroyo

Both men lie on the floor of the mausoleum exhausted for a moment… before Arroyo shoves off the ground and leaves under his own power, clearly not wanting to stay in the damn Texas Church any longer than he must…

---

The crowd in Nuevo PARAÍSO, Mexico gets to their feet. The Song kicks in as the cameras move
towards the stage as Razor Blade steps out, walking through the smoke. Razor looks out at the
crowd, a smile on his face as he normally did. Razor glanced around at the fans who were on their
feet, trying to either record or snap a picture of The American Nightmare. Razor Blade began to hype up
The crowd, walking to one side of the stage, followed by the other as he continued to hype them up.
Razor was feeding off the adrenaline from this as he made his way back to the center of the stage,
taking a few steps forward before he stopped, looking around as he knelt down and tapped the
stage with his fist, before jumping to his feet and spreading his arms out.


Huge bursts of pyro went off behind him as you heard the crowd sing along to Razor's Entrance
music, before Razor would bring his arm down into a fist pump and one final burst of pyro would go off behind him.

JC: Razor Blade looks ready to go.

JR: He's talked all week about ending Jenny's story. In a Texas Deathmatch, that means much more than a three-count.

JC: He's got to put her down and keep her there.

The smile remained on Razor's face as he pointed at a few fans in the front row, walking over as he high-fived some of them, even taking a few selfies as well. Razor began making his way down the ramp, walking to the other side to do the same as he stopped at the bottom of the entrance ramp
and made his way over towards the steel steps, tapping it with his hand as he
jogged up them and walked along the ring apron.

Razor held onto the top rope as he looked out, pumping up the crowd again before scaling the turnbuckle as he glanced towards and before he turned his attention to Amber Mansly, the one exhanged nods with one another before both extended their arms out again as more pyro went off on the stage. Razor smirked, standing there on the turnbuckle, before hopping down into the ring, motioning to the crowd to
make more noise. Razor walked over towards the corner

JC: Razor Blade sure looks confident tonight.

JR: He should. He's spent the week telling Jenny Myst that every story has an ending, and he thinks he's the guy who's going to write hers.

JC: But Razor also admitted he's never competed in a Texas Death Match before.

JR: Sure, but he doesn't sound worried about it. He clearly stated that Jenny Myst can't outsmart him and next it.

JC: I don't know what that means, but there's no complicated objective here. Put Jenny Myst down, earn the fall, and make sure you inflict enough damage to keep her from answering that ten count.

JR: Which sounds simple until you remember the woman he's trying to keep down.


"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.

JC: And here comes Jenny Myst.

JR: Razor Blade says every story has an ending. Jenny spent the week basically telling him, "Good luck getting me to stay down long enough to write one".

JC: hat’s the whole problem for Razor. How the hell do you keep Jenny Myst down?

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.

JC: She’s still carrying Mortimer.

JR: Of course she is.

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.

Jenny Myst raises the title high—not for the crowd, but for her opponent—eyes cold, posture relaxed, utterly in control.

JC: Razor said all week she can’t outsmart him.

JR: We’ll see.

JC: All he has to do is put her down and keep her there.

JR: Easier said than done with this one.


Razor Blade immediately charges, and Jenny ducks a clothesline! Razor turns and Jenny blasts him with a forearm! Razor stumbles backward as Jenny keeps firing! Razor swings wildly, but Jenny catches him with an over the shoulder arm drag!

Razor hits the mat and Jenny follows him down, hooking the arm!

CRUCIFIX PIN!

ONE!

Razor EXPLODES out and Jenny's launched halfway across the ring! She rolls through and back to her feet as Razor charges again. Jenny ducks underneath and slaps him across the back of the head.

Razor stops dead.

Jenny smiles.

That might have been unnecessary.

Actually, no.

It was definitely unnecessary.

Razor turns around and damn near breaks her in half with a Snap Powerslam!

JC: GOOD LORD!

Razor covers!

ONE!















TWO!!



















JENNY KICKS OUT!

Razor gets right back on her and hits a Russian Leg Sweep!

He drops a knee across her chest and covers!

ONE!




















TWO!!

























TH—Jenny kicks free again!

Razor grabs for her, but Jenny slips out and rolls underneath the bottom rope. Razor reaches for her, but Jenny grabs his arm and whips it over the rope with her full bodyweight!

Razor recoils, clutching his shoulder! Jenny's eyes immediately go to the arm.

JC: She’s going right after that arm.

JR: Yeah, that could matter later.

She slides back inside and stomps his bad arm. Razor pulls it away, but Jenny grabs it again, and another stomp! She twists him into a keylock! Razor muscles his way upright, but Jenny keeps cranking, even as he lifts her completely off the mat.

JC: Razor's strength advantage is coming into play!

Razor powers her off and slams her to the mat!

JR: Razor's free, but can he capitalize!?

Jenny's up quickly. Razor charges in, but Jenny hooks the bad arm and catches his with another Over The Shoulder Arm Drag!

JR: NO, HE CAN'T!

Razor rolls through and scrambles back to his feet as Jenny charges after him!

RAZOR CATCHES HER INTO HIS ARMS!

JC: YES HE CAN!

THEN SPIKES HER WITH A FULL INVERTED SUPLEX SLAM!

Razor hooks the leg!

ONE!



















TWO!!





























THRE—NO!

Razor sits up and looks at the referee. The referee shows him two fingers. Razor argues three. The referee shows him two again.

JC: Razor Blade almost had her!

JR: I think Razor Blade thinks he DID have her.

Razor looks back at Jenny, who is already rolling toward the floor. He follows as she gets upright against the barricade. Razor swings a big uppercut that rocks her and she stumbles off of the barricade.

Razor runs in with a Bulldog into the ring apron!

JC: Jenny Myst's face just bounced off the edge of the ring!

JR: That's the hardest part!

Razor pulls Jenny up to her feet. but Jenny kicks him hard in the knee and shoves him backward RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS and his shoulder smashes against them!

Jenny charges, but Razor catches her and drives her spine first into the ring post! Jenny tumbles down the stairs as Razor shakes the bad arm out. He then looks underneath the ring because sometimes professional wrestling asks complicated questions.

And sometimes the only answer is steel chair!

Razor pulls out a chair and throws it into the ring. Then he throws Jenny in after it. He slides into the ring as Jenny slowly gets up...

BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!

The kick catches her flush! Razor looks at the chair, then back at Jenny.

JR: I don't like where this is going.

JC: It's a Texas Death Match! Where'd you think it was going?

Razor places the folded chair then pulls Jenny up.

He hooks her!

BLADE ROSE!






























NO!

Jenny twists out and faceplants Razor!

She covers!

ONE!





















TWO!!


















Razor kicks out!

Both get up and Razor absolutely DECKS her with a closed fist!

Jenny drops to the canvas.

Razor points at her and taps his head.

Jenny, flat on her back, raises a middle finger.

JC: Razor said it all week. Jenny Myst wasn't going to outsmart him.

JR: She just tried. Didn't work.

Razor grabs Jenny, but Jenny fights back!

Forearms fly!

Razor takes control and hooks her!

BLADE ROSE!

RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR!

The crowd ERUPTS!

JC: BLADE ROSE ON THE CHAIR!

JR: THERE'S YOUR ENDING!

Razor dives over her!

ONE!

























TWO!






























THREE!

HUGE POP as the referee signals the fall!

JC: Razor Blade earned the pinfall!

JR: But that's only the first half of the problem.

Razor backs away as the referee begins counting.

ONE!

Jenny doesn't move.

TWO!

Nothing.

THREE!

Razor looks around at the crowd.

FOUR!

Jenny rolls onto her side.

FIVE!

She reaches out towards nothing.

SIX!

Jenny gets an elbow underneath herself.

SEVEN!

She pushes up, but falls back down!

EIGHT!

Jenny crawls toward the ropes!

Razor starts shaking his head.

JC: Razor Blade is two seconds away from doing exactly what he promised!

NINE!

Jenny grabs the middle rope and pulls herself up.

The referee stops the count!

JR: Nine!

JC: She got up at nine!

Jenny hangs from the ropes, barely standing and blood at the corner of her mouth. Razor looks furious. Jenny slowly turns toward him and laughs before wiping the blood from her mouth.

Razor charges!

So does Jenny!

They both hit the ropes on opposite sides of the ring and rebound as Jenny leaps a Tile-a-Whirl Headscissors!

Jenny drops a Standing Knee Drop only to get back up and follow up with a Moonsaught Double Knee Drop!

JR: GLITZ FLIP!

Jenny grabs the arm again.

JC: Back to that arm!

Razor realizes it too and immediately starts fighting!

ELBOW!

Jenny hangs on!

Another elbow!

Still hanging on!

HEADBUTT!

That worked! Jenny stumbles backward clutching her face!

Razor pulls her into a Snap Powerslam!

Both are down! Razor rolls onto his stomach as Jenny crawls toward the ropes.

Razor gets to one knee as Jenny gets one foot underneath herself.

Razor stands first, but Jenny follows right behind him.

JC: Razor knows how close he was. One more Blade Rose might finish this.

He grabs Jenny for BLADE ROSE, but Jenny slips behind him! Razor turns right into a Forearm! He swings back, but Jenny ducks and Razor spins around... right into a KICK TO THE BAD ARM!

Razor grabs it and recoils! Jenny springs forward and hooks a front facelock! She swings around and...










PINK PERFECTION!











Razor gets DRILLED into the steel chair.

Jenny rolls onto her back beside him and stares at the ceiling for a moment before pulling herself up.

She drags Razor up just enough to hit...

JC: GO TO HELL!

JR: SHE SPIKED HIM ONTO THAT CHAIR FOR THE SECOND TIME!

Jenny hits Go To Hell across the chair and drops an arm across Razor.

ONE!


















TWO!!




































THREE!!!

Jenny rolls away, breathing heavy.

ONE!

Razor doesn't move.

TWO!

Jenny crawls toward the corner.

THREE!

Razor rolls onto his stomach.

FOUR!

Jenny sits propped against the bottom turnbuckle.

FIVE!

Razor gets his arms under him.

SIX—SEVEN!

He pushes.

EIGHT!

He's almost up!

JC: RAZOR'S GETTING UP!

NINE!

Razor's damaged arm gives out and he crashes back to the canvas!

JR: THE ARM!

TEN!

WINNER: JENNY MYST

JC: JENNY MYST HAS DONE IT!

JR: Razor Blade came within one second of winning this match!

The referee walks over and takes Jenny by the wrist.

She lets him pull her upright as he raises her arm.

---

JC: And here we go! We’ve got an absolute barnburner of a Tag Title match tonight!

JR: It’s going to be insane out here, Jacuinde!

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The lights in the arena fade slowly to black. The opening tones of "I Would Die 4 U" by Prince and The Revolution blast from the PA, sending the crowd to their feet. They scream out the lyrics as Corey Black emerges from the back, walking out onto the stage with intent, bathed in a white light while purple ones circle the arena. He is wearing a hooded dark  denim vest that has metal band patches all over it and a large Pantheon logo back patch.

JC: There he is! The King of the Deathmatch! Corey Black!

JR: One of the best in the entire wrestling industry, Jacuinde!

JC: We’ve seen him be a difference maker in some big matches! Two War Games ago comes to mind, when he scored a huge elimination on Aurora!

JR: Black’s a headhunter for sure! That’s why the House of Harcore added him to their numbers! But he’s got two big heads he’s got to take out tonight! And I don’t exclusively mean their egos… the tag champs are both two of the best competitors working in the XWF today!

JC: But, if anyone can get the job done… It might be Corey Black… and his partner is famous for huge victories!

Corey stands at the top of the ramp, looking out into the frenzy of dancing and singing attendees, nodding his approval. He makes his way down the ramp, taking his time to survey the landscape around him and get himself a good look at the ring before him. As he reaches it, Corey simply waits for his partner…

…



…

The lights die without warning. Not a fade, but a full blackout that sucks the air out of the arena like the calm before a fire. Then, a strobing light, lime green, flares beneath the metal of the floor. Another, quicker and sharper. A third, holding longer now. Long enough for the crowd to catch a glimpse of the static forming on the screen overhead.

The distorted bass of “DEATHLIST” by Code: Pandorum and GHØSTKID blares across the arena’s speaker system low, grinding and industrial. It doesn't start like music, but more like a warning. Like the hum of something broken beneath concrete.The speakers rattle, and with them the crowd begins to stir as the opening continues to play, rhythmic and angry. Noise from the crowd rolls through like a cold draft in a sealed room, a few cheers, a few chants. But mostly unease.


Whispered, the lyric doesn't rise above the crowd but cuts under it, precise and personal. The music drops out completely, not a fade, and not a glitch, just the same as the lights as they die out entirely. But then, detonation as the bass slams back in without warning, twisted and violent, louder than before. Strobe lights erupt in a manic wash of toxic green, casting sharp, flickering shadows across the sate. It's disorienting, like a spotlight wielded as a weapon. Motionless in that moment, Dickie Watson stands framed in light. No grand pose, no war cry, hair falling in his face and shoulders loose like man who doesn't need to prove he belongs here -- he already knows he does.

JC: Dickie Watson! Think about Dickie’s year, Joe! He’s been Universal champion! He was the Sole Survivor at War Games! He’s one of the few people that can claim to have beaten Kiean King!

JR: And then he disappeared in a big way, Jacuinde! And now he almost has to start all over!

JC: But that’s when Dickie’s most dangerous, Joe! At the base of the mountain, ready to climb again! And today he’s paired up with one of the best to ever do it in Corey Black!

JR: It’s a great team, Jacuinde! But beating these champs? Might just be an impossible mission!

JC: Maybe… but Dickie’s pulled off impossible missions before, Rogan!

He holds this, eyes floating over everyone, and then moves a beat later. Not with urgency, not with showmanship. Just steps forward like the rest of the world is moving slower than him. He doesn't look to the sides, doesn't soak it in. He's not here for the moment, he's here for the thrill. Every movement is precise, like a blade being unsheathed. Quiet, measured. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, eyes still glancing off to the side, turning his head slightly to acknowledge fans and enemies alike. At the barricade, he reaches out and slaps a few hands not necessarily out of respect, but more of obligation. These are the people who kept him alive for so long, and what he does this for.

He rounds the corner to right, bypasses the steps, and jumps, both feet hitting the apron in one clean lift. Without grabbing the ropes, without pause, he slings himself over the top and lands near the dead center of the ring, bent knees taking the brunt of his leap. He circles the ring once, loose-limbed, cracking his neck slightly, and stops. Near the far corner, he crouches with his elbows on his knees, fingers dangling inbetween as his music fades.

…

The arena goes completely black.

For five long seconds nothing happens. Then…

A single sparkly chime rings though the arena. Another. Then another.

The titantron flashes a single glittering star leaving everyone confused.

Suddenly every light in the building explodes into hot pink. A shower of glitter cannons erupts from the stage, ensuring that everyone in attendance will find sparkles in their ass months later. Thousands of tiny pink feathers rain from the rafters. A choir dramatically belts one heroic note…

Then it smash cuts into “Run This Town”



The entire arena ceiling begins to separate… And descending through clouds of glitter…

… is the most expensive, most amazing animatronic pink and white Pegasus anyone has ever seen.

It’s absolutely enormous. Mechanical wings span nearly the width of the entrance stage. Every feather sparkles. Its mane is made of glowing fiber optics. Its eyes shine pink. Its hooves leave trails of mostly harmless glitter smoke. Crystal chandeliers hang from the saddle. Pyros erupt from beneath its wings every time it flaps.

Joe Rogan is utterly red-faced, like he’s about to flip over to a shade of purple. He cannot believe his eyes.




JR: OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT! IT’S THEM! OOOOOHHHH! ARE YOU SEEING THIS? A PEGASUS! THEY’RE REAL! OOOOHHHHHHH!

JC: We’ve seen this before, Joe, but it is still amazing what the ART Foundation can do to make an entrance!

Perched on top… are Korvayne and Remi Storm.



Matching pink and black gear, looking feisty, fierce, and fuckable as only they can, hands thrown to the sky summoning the worship that is their due.

The Pegasus slowly circles once over the ring, triggering pink fireworks. It then decides to hover above the center of the squared circle. The ring ropes shake violently from the power of its flapping wings, and then a few snap from the buckles. The ring crew is livid. The ref furiously admonishes them while hanging on for dear life by the ring post. Fans in the front row have their food blown away into their faces or into the laps of others.

Korvayne’s SIMP is the only guy MAN enough to withstand the wing-flapping and sets up a ladder for the ladies to climb down from. As the femme fatales descend the rungs, the pegasus lets out the most majestic electronic neigh imaginable.

Confetti explodes. More glitter falls because fuck everybody. The wings fold dramatically. Remi and Kor hop off the ladder, high-fiving as they roam the inside of the ring, hips swaying in unison drawing excited gasps from men and women alike. A few faint dead away. The Pegasus is lifted into the air and the maidens of mayhem settle down to business.

…

The teams set up in their corners…

Remi Storm immediately steps through the ropes.

Across from her, Dickie Watson does the same.

JC: Looks like we’re starting off with Remi Storm and Dickie Watson here!

The two stare each other down.

Remi gives him a little smile.

Then—

A tiny shimmy.

Dickie just blinks.

JC: “And Remington Storm appears to have already decided that psychological warfare is going to be part of the evening.”

JR: “That’s a dangerous shimmy, Jacuinde.”

JC: “I beg your pardon?”

JR: “I don't know what it means, but I don't trust it.”

Remi laughs.

Dickie shakes his head.

The bell rings.

DING! DING! DING!

XWF Tag Team Championship Art Foundation Korvayne and Remi Storm - vs - House of Hardcore Dickie Watson and Corey Black Standard Tag

They circle.

Remi darts forward.

Dickie catches the wrist.

Wristlock.

Remi rolls through.

Cartwheel.

She reverses it.

Dickie twists underneath.

Remi suddenly snaps off a Rope Flip Arm Drag.

Dickie rolls through the landing.

He pops up.

Remi is already moving.

PUMP KICK!

Dickie catches her ankle.

He sweeps the other leg.

Remi tumbles backward—

—but catches herself on her hands.

She springs up.

BACKFLIP KICK!

Dickie ducks.

Remi lands.

Dickie throws a forearm.

Remi ducks.

He throws another.

She ducks again.

She rebounds—

RUNNING CROSSBODY!

Dickie catches her.

For half a second, Remi's eyes widen.

Dickie shifts his weight.

OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY!

Remi hits hard.

She immediately rolls toward her corner.

Tag!

Korvayne is now the legal woman!

Korvayne comes in.

JC: “A very intelligent tag from Remi Storm. She recognized that she was losing the exchange and immediately changed the equation.”

JR: “That's what experience looks like. Quick tags! Keep your team’s energy high and your recovery time ample!”

Korvayne enters with a grin.

Dickie looks her up and down, unimpressed.

Corey Black tags himself in.

Corey Black is now the legal man!

The building gets noticeably louder.

Corey steps between the ropes. Dickie shrugs before fading back to the apron.

Korvayne looks him up and down.

Then she looks toward the crowd.

She theatrically brushes imaginary dust off her shoulder.

Corey doesn't react.

Korvayne rolls her eyes.

JC: “Corey Black is not buying whatever she's selling.”

JR: “He rarely seems interested in purchasing anything. I feel like Corey has only owned one sweatshirt since high school.”

Korvayne rushes him.

Corey sidesteps.

Korvayne hits the ropes.

She comes back—

SPINNING BACKFIST!

Corey ducks.

Korvayne turns—

Corey grabs her.

SNAP SUPLEX!

Korvayne bounces off the canvas.

Corey doesn't celebrate.

He grabs her by the wrist.

Pulls her up.

CORNER!

Korvayne is driven backward.

Corey follows with a heavy forearm.

Another.

A knee.

Then he hoists her.

POWERBOMB!

Korvayne crashes down.

Corey immediately looks toward Dickie.

Dickie nods.

Corey pulls Korvayne toward the center.

He reaches for another move—

Korvayne pokes him directly in the eye.

Corey recoils.

Korvayne scrambles away.

JC: “And that is certainly one way to create separation.”

JR: “Korvayne may be new to this game of wrestling, but she’s showing off some veteran-level cheating.”

Korvayne crawls toward Remi.

Corey grabs her ankle.

Korvayne kicks backward.

Once.

Twice.

Third kick catches Corey in the jaw.

She breaks free.

TAG!

Remi Storm is now the legal woman!

Remi flies into the ring.

Corey turns.

SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!

Corey staggers.

Remi rebounds.

STANDING RISING KNEE!

Corey drops to one knee.

Remi runs—

HANDS­PRING SATELLITE DDT!

Corey's head snaps down.

Remi covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Corey kicks out.

Remi immediately grabs the arm.

STEP-UP ROLLING CROSS ARMBAR!

Corey twists.

Remi transitions.

He rolls.

She follows.

Corey reaches the ropes.

Remi pulls him away.

Corey suddenly kicks her in the chest.

Remi flies backward.

Corey springs up.

SUPERKICK!

Remi ducks.

Corey spins.

Remi catches him.

HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!

Corey flips over her shoulder.

Remi lands.

She runs toward the corner.

MONKEY FLIP!

Corey is launched across the ring.

He hits the mat.

Remi doesn't hesitate.

She climbs.

DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!

But Corey rolls out of the way!

Remi lands awkwardly on her ankles, cradling one…

Corey gets behind her.

GERMAN SUPLEX!

Remi flips.

Lands on her feet.

The crowd erupts.

Corey turns.

Remi is already airborne.

DIVING CROSSBODY!

Both hit the canvas.

Remi hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Corey kicks out.

Remi sits up.

She grins.

Then notices Dickie waiting on the apron.

She points at him.

Dickie points back, not aggressively, just like “yeah, okay?”

Remi smiles.

JC: Not sure what that was, Joe!

She tags Korvayne.

Korvayne is now the legal woman!

Korvayne enters.

The ART Foundation begin working Corey over.

A forearm from Korvayne.

A kick from Remi.

Korvayne catches Corey—

DOUBLE TEAM!

Remi uses the ropes.

Korvayne drives a knee into Corey.

The referee warns them one has to get back out to the apron!

Remi immediately raises both hands.

Korvayne does the same.

They look completely innocent.

Joe: “Look at those two.”

Jacuinde: “They appear very pleased with themselves.”

Korvayne turns Corey toward the corner.

STINGER SPLASH!

She crashes into Corey!

Corey staggers out from the corner!.

Korvayne slips behind.

JAWBREAKER!

Corey drops.

Korvayne climbs.

FIST DROP!

She lands.

Cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Dickie breaks it up with a running boot to the back!

JC: Dickie keeps this one alive for the House of Hardcore!

JR: But how long can Corey keep getting beatdown like this!

Korvayne pops up.

She immediately starts screaming at Dickie.

Dickie just smiles.

Korvayne gets angrier.

She charges him.

Dickie drops off the apron.

Korvayne stops herself.

She looks furious.

Dickie points at his temple.

JC: “Dickie Watson is attempting to get into Korvayne's head.”

JR: “And she walked right into it.”

Korvayne turns around—

COREY BLACK DISCUS LARIAT!

Korvayne collapses.

Corey grabs her.

He pulls her up.

TRIPLE ROLLING BRAINBUSTER!

The first.

The second.

The third.

Korvayne goes limp.

Corey covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

Remi breaks it up.

Corey looks at her.

Remi looks at Corey.

Then—

STORMCHASER!

She lifts him.

UTSURI GOSHI!

Corey rotates—

SWINGING SIDE SLAM!

The ring shakes.

Remi covers.

…

But she’s not the legal woman!

JC: Uh oh, slight miscalculation there by Remi Storm!

Remi sighes exasperated, before reaching over and pulling Korvayne on top of Corey!

Dickie goes to climb back up to the apron! But Remi blocks him with her body from coming through the ropes!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Corey kicks out.

That moment, Dickie slides in through the ropes to get at Remi who was blocking him…

But the ref stops Watson, ordering him back to the apron!

While the official is directly Dickie back to the apron…

The ART Foundation begin setting up.

Remi hits Corey with a PUMP KICK.

Korvayne follows with a SPINNING BACKFIST.

Corey stumbles.

Remi rebounds—

SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!

JC: While the ref is watching Dickie, the ART Foundation is getting their licks in!

Corey falls backward.

Korvayne grabs him.

BACKBREAKER!

Remi climbs.

APRON SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

She lands.

Dickie is shouting at the official to turn around… just in time for Remi to get back out to the apron…

Korvayne covers the fallen Black…

ONE!

TWO!

Dickie pulls Korvayne off Corey.

The crowd erupts.

Dickie grabs Korvayne… the official tries to get between them!

BRAINBUSTER!

No!

Korvayne slips free.

She shoves Dickie into the corner.

Remi comes flying—

DIVING CROSSBODY!

Dickie catches her.

BLUE THUNDER BOMB!

Remi crashes down.

JC: The official is completely losing the plot here!

Korvayne sees it.

She freezes.

Then looks toward Corey.

Corey is slowly getting to his feet.

Korvayne's expression changes.

She sees an opening.

She rushes him.

Corey turns.

Korvayne hooks him.

MALIBU'S MOST WANTED!

She spikes him with the DDT.

Corey crumples.

JC: Korvayne hit Corey!

JR: And I think Korv and Corey are both still legal in this match!

Korvayne rolls him over.

She hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Dickie comes flying across the ring.

…

Korvayne releases the cover!

And Dickie elbows Corey!

JC: Tricky move by Korvayne, knowing exactly when to rise!

Dickie shoves off the mat![/white]

Korvayne charges.

Dickie catches her.

He pivots.

Her eyes go wide.

DICKIE'S REVENGE!

The modified lifting Reverse STO plants Korvayne face-first.

Dickie immediately rolls her onto her back.

JC: Wait! Dickie’s not legal!

JR: The ref has completely lost the plot here!

He hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

He is about to finish it—

STORMCHASER!

Remi comes out of nowhere.

Dickie gets caught.

UTSURI GOSHI!

She swings him around—

SIDE SLAM!

Dickie crashes down.

Remi rolls away.

She looks at Corey.

Looks at Korvayne.

Then at Dickie.

The entire ring is chaos.

Remi slowly gets to her knees.

She manages to pull Korvayne on top of Dickie!

JC: But Dickie’s not the legal man!

ONE!

Corey tries to move.

Remi cuts him off.

TWO!

Corey reaches—

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Winner and STILL the XWF Tag Team Champions: Korvayne and Remi Storm… The ART FOUNDATION!

The building explodes.

Remi immediately grabs Korvayne and pulls her off Dickie.

Korvayne can barely stand.

Remi wraps an arm around her partner.

The two stumble toward the ropes.

The XWF Tag Team Championships are handed to them.

Korvayne stares at the gold.

She raises the championship with whatever strength she has left.

Remi raises hers beside her.

The ART Foundation have retained.

JC “What an extraordinary and controversial contest! The ART Foundation have somehow survived the House of Hardcore! The official lost total control of the match!”

Joe Rogan: “It wouldn’t be the ART Foundation if it wasn’t controversial, Jacuinde! It was chaotic, it was messy, and it was beautiful! And Korvayne and Remi once more retain the XWF Tag Team Championships!”

Corey is sitting against the ropes.

Dickie is flat on his back.

Korvayne is leaning almost entirely on Remi.

Remi is breathing heavily, championship over her shoulder.

All four competitors look exhausted but the ART Foundation raise their titles in victory!

And the scene fades to black.

---

In the Trillionaire’s Office

Zuckerberg buries his head in his hands… as he finishes signing the last piece of paper…

ELON: Strictly business, Mark. You understand.

ZUCK: Your ninja attacked my guy, yo!

ELON: The man you selected attacked my champion viciously, Mark. You made a personnel choice, you have to deal with the consequences.

…Elon rests a hand onto Zuck’s shoulder.

ELON: Stiff upper lip, friend. You always have your somewhat relevant website. What’s it called again? Grindr?

ZUCK: Facebook, yo!

ELON: Right, right. Off you go, then.

…Zuck shakes his head before standing up and walking out the door.

…And then there were two. Bezos and Zuckerberg.

BEZOS: Your man got involved in Mark’s match.

ELON: Oh please, Jeff. Mark was the chaff. With his hip-hop slang and bad karate moves… He needed to go.

BEZOS: Mmmm.

ELON: He was never on our level, Jeff. It was time to remove redundant personnel from ranks. Purely a business decision. But, your champ is going to get the job done tonight, right? And then, we can continue running this company for maximum profit. If I wasn’t on your side, why would I help you control your champion with that book

…Bezos wields the Sexronomicon, staring down at it.

BEZOS: We’ll be talking at great length about this company after my champion wins tonight.

ELON: Of course, we will. We have such a bright future ahead of us…

The two stare at each other… a smile flashes across both of their faces… as the scene transitions…

---

The second night of Relentless begins with the cameras sweeping across the enormous arena.

The crowd is already on its feet.

JC: After everything that happened on Night One, there is a palpable sense that the XWF has reached a tipping point.

JR: And after surviving Mister Oz, Scoops McGee has already taken the first piece off the board. Mark Zuckerberg is gone, forced to sell his XWF shares back to his co-Trillionaires!

JC: Tonight, Jeff Bezos has put his own champion forward.

JR: And whatever that champion is… It isn't human anymore.

The arena lights suddenly die.

A low, guttural sound echoes through the building.

Something between a growl.

A wet cough.

And a dying animal.

Then—

A single spotlight illuminates Jeff Bezos.

He stands at the top of the entrance ramp wearing an immaculate suit, one hand holding a gigantic ancient-looking book bound in what appears to be black leather.

The Sexronomicon.

Bezos opens it.

The pages flutter wildly despite there being no wind.

He begins reading.

The crowd immediately starts booing.

JC: “Oh no.”

JR: “OH YES!”

JC: “Jeff Bezos has actually brought the Sexronomicon out here!”

JR: “And tonight he's summoning his champion!”

Bezos raises one hand.

“By the power of Bezos Prime—”

A horrible shriek cuts through the arena.

Something moves behind him.

Bezos looks over his shoulder.

Nothing.

He looks back at the book.



And once more…




A hand slowly rises from behind the stage.

The crowd screams.

Another hand.

Then a head.

Then the rest of the corpse.

Beetlejizz pulls himself onto the stage.

The crowd erupts in disgust.

He is somehow even more horrifying than he was when he returned.

His skin looks gray.

His hair is patchy.

His clothing hangs loosely from his decaying frame.

His eyes stare forward with the empty determination of a man who has already died several times and has decided that death is now merely an inconvenience.

Beetlejizz slowly walks toward Bezos.

Bezos closes the book.

Beetlejizz leans toward him.

And sniffs.

Bezos recoils.

JR: “HE'S HERE!”

JC: “Beetlejizz has returned to Relentless!”

JR: “And Jeff Bezos summoned him!”

JC: “You say that like it's a good thing!”

JR: “For Bezos it is!”

JC: “I'm not sure anyone can say that with confidence!”

Beetlejizz begins dragging himself down the ramp.

Jeff Bezos follows.

At ringside, Elon Musk watches.

Beside him stands the Ninja.

@getouttamyringerson.

The Ninja's cybernetic red eye remains fixed on Beetlejizz.

Beetlejizz notices him.

He stops.

The two stare at one another.

Beetlejizz slowly smiles.

Then he turns toward the ring.

He doesn't care.

There is only one person he wants.

Scoops McGee.

…



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 high seas, culminating as the drums kick in. As they do, the steadfast figure of Scoops McGee comes out onto the deck, a look of no nonsense etched onto his face as he takes a long look at the crowd and the pirate ship.

He is slower.

His ribs are taped.

One side of his face remains bruised from the battle with Mister Oz.

His breathing is heavier.

But his eyes are clear.

Focused.

He looks at Bezos.

Then Beetlejizz.

Then Elon.

Then the Ninja.

Scoops raises his left fist.

The crowd roars.

He walks down the ramp.

JC: “Scoops McGee survived Mister Oz last night, and now he's back less than twenty-four hours later!”

JR: “Look at him! He's practically held together with duct tape!”

JC: “He won that match, Joe!”

JR: “Barely!”

JC: “A victory is a victory!”

JR: “And tonight he's fighting a man who is literally too stupid to know when he's dead!”

Scoops climbs the steps.

He enters the ring.

Beetlejizz crawls through the ropes.

Jeff Bezos stands beside the apron.

Elon and the Ninja remain opposite him.

Scoops skulks over to his corner, pacing there and doing some small stretches to keep himself warmed up before the match begins.

He raises his left forearm.

Beetlejizz licks his lips.

DING!

DING!

DING!

The bell rings.

Scoops McGee - vs - Beetlejizz If Scoops loses, he has to induct Elon Musk into the Hall of Legends, If Scoops wins, Jeff Bezos MUST SELL HIS XWF OWNERSHIP

Neither man moves.

The crowd begins chanting.

“SCOOPS!”

“SCOOPS!”

“SCOOPS!”

Beetlejizz suddenly charges!

Scoops meets him with a left forearm!

CATTLE PROD!

Beetlejizz's head snaps backward.

He stumbles.

Scoops advances—

Beetlejizz bites him!

Scoops recoils.

Beetlejizz immediately grabs his taped ribs and drives a knee into them!

Scoops doubles over.

Beetlejizz stomps him.

Again.

Again.

Again.

JC: “Beetlejizz going right after the damage Mister Oz inflicted last night!”

JR: “That's smart wrestling!”

JC: “That's stomping on an injured man!”

JR: “SMART WRESTLING!”

Beetlejizz drags Scoops up.

Punch!

Punch!

Punch!

He rakes his fingers across Scoops' face.

Scoops staggers backward.

Beetlejizz charges.

Scoops ducks!

Beetlejizz sails through the ropes!

He crashes onto the floor!

Scoops follows!

The veteran grabs Beetlejizz by the head and smashes him against the barricade!

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

Beetlejizz laughs.

Scoops pauses.

Beetlejizz turns around.

Scoops hits him again!

The left forearm sends Beetlejizz spinning!

Bezos shouts from ringside.

“GET UP!”

Beetlejizz looks at him.

Then looks at Scoops.

Then smiles.

He grabs Scoops by the throat.

LOW BLOW!

Scoops' eyes widen.

Beetlejizz rakes his fingernails across Scoops' back!

Scoops roars!

Beetlejizz tries to smash his face against the ring post—

Scoops blocks it!

He reverses!

Beetlejizz's forehead crashes into the steel!

The crowd erupts.

Scoops rolls Beetlejizz into the ring.

He follows.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! BEETLEJIZZ KICKS OUT!

Scoops doesn't waste time.

He grabs Beetlejizz.

Snapmare!

Running boot!

Beetlejizz flips forward from the impact!

Scoops hits the ropes!

Running elbow!

Beetlejizz collapses!

Scoops covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Beetlejizz kicks out!

JC: Scoops clearly feeling the effects of his match with Oz last night… He’s trying to end this one quick!

JR: This one could be a race or could be a marathon! Every minute Scoops is stuck in this match, he’s got a little less fuel in the tank against the man tomorrow! Elon’s champion!

Scoops grabs the veteran by the hair and pulls him upright.

Beetlejizz suddenly wraps both arms around Scoops.

Rest hold.

A filthy, corpse-like embrace.

Scoops struggles.

Beetlejizz presses his face against Scoops' cheek.

He inhales.

Deeply.

Scoops' eyes widen.

JC: “NO!”

JR: “OH MY GOD!”

Beetlejizz exhales directly into Scoops' face.

KISS OF DICK!

Scoops immediately gags.

He tries to shove Beetlejizz away.

Beetlejizz laughs.

Scoops responds by smashing his forehead into Beetlejizz's nose!

CRACK!

Beetlejizz releases him!

Scoops wipes his mouth.

He looks furious.

He charges.

LARIAT!

Beetlejizz ducks!

Scoops spins!

Beetlejizz catches him with a rake across the eyes!

Then—

THE POWERS THAT WAS!

Shattered Dreams!

Scoops drops!

Beetlejizz hooks the leg!

JC: That could do it!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

SCOOPS KICKS OUT!

Bezos looks furious.

Elon smiles.

The Ninja remains completely expressionless.

Beetlejizz climbs onto Scoops and begins hammering him with punches.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Scoops covers up.

Beetlejizz stands.

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

He pulls Scoops toward the corner.

He grabs the top rope.

He drives his knee into Scoops' ribs!

Again!

Again!

Again!

Scoops slumps.

Beetlejizz backs away.

He charges—

SCOOPS MOVES!

Beetlejizz crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles!

Scoops catches him from behind!

BACK SUPLEX!

Both men crash!

The referee checks them.

Neither moves.

The crowd begins clapping.

Slowly.

Scoops rolls onto his stomach.

Beetlejizz rolls onto his back.

Both crawl toward opposite sides of the ring.

They pull themselves up.

Beetlejizz swings!

Scoops ducks!

Scoops swings!

Beetlejizz ducks!

BEETLEJIZZ KICKS!

Scoops catches the leg!

INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!

Beetlejizz staggers!

Scoops grabs him!

SHINBREAKER!

Beetlejizz collapses!

Scoops grabs the leg!

MERRY-GO-ROUND!

The spinning toe hold!

Beetlejizz screams!

Scoops twists!

Beetlejizz claws at the mat!

Scoops rotates!

The knee bends!

Beetlejizz kicks desperately!

His boot catches Scoops in the side of the head!

Scoops releases him!

Beetlejizz scrambles backward!

Scoops rises!

Beetlejizz rises!

They charge each other!

DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

BOTH MEN DROP!

JC: “They've thrown everything at each other!”

JR: “And neither one of them is staying down!”

JC: “Scoops is running on fumes!”

JR: “And Beetlejizz is running on… whatever the hell Beetlejizz runs on!”

JC: “That's not medically reassuring!”

JR: “Neither is Beetlejizz!”

Both men slowly manage to rise to their feet… Beetlejizz gets upright first, pulling Scoops into a front facelock..

But Scoops catches Beetlejizz under the chin with a European Uppercut!

Beetlejizz doubles over! Scoops secures a front facelock…

And Scoops hits a DDT!

JC: Great veteran awareness there by Scoops McGee!

Scoops tries to shove Beetlejizz onto his back into a cover… Scoops crawls ont-

WHAM! BJ drives his knee up while the ref is trying to move into position! LOW BLOW WHERE THE OFFICIAL CAN’T SEE!

JC: Dirty move by Beetlejizz!

JR: Every move Beetlejizz does is a dirty move!

…Scoops grunts in pain, trying to crawl back upright as Beetlejizz zips behind him!

Beetlejizz rakes McGee’s back.

…Scoops turns around…

BIG LARIAT!

Beetlejizz goes up and over the top rope, landing on his feet!

Scoops follows.

Beetlejizz smashes him with a punch.

Scoops answers back with a forearm!

Bezos hovers around the corner, screaming instructions!

JC: You can tell Bezos is a control freak! He’s doing everything but planting a chip in Beetlejizz’s brain to make him follow commands!{/white]

Elon watches.

The Ninja watches.

Beetlejizz shoves a woozy Scoops back under the bottom rope…

Scoops slowly rises up to one knee as Beetlejizz reels back his arm, looking for a…

KILL! THADDEUS! DUKE!

…

But Scoops ducks under!

[white]JC: Incredible agility by Scoops McGee! He’s still got a gear he can shift into when it’s do or die!

Beetlejizz’s arm zips over! He spins around…

…And Scoops catches Beetlejizz with another…

CATTLE PROD!

Beetlejizz's eyes roll.

His body goes limp.

He drops to his knees.

Scoops stands over him.

The crowd explodes.

Scoops wipes blood from his mouth.

He grabs Beetlejizz.

He hooks him.

Scoops tries to lift.

His battered ribs scream.

But he gets Beetlejizz up.

THE BIG SCOOP!

He's going for the scoop slam piledriver!

JC: “HE'S GOT HIM!”

JR: “THIS IS IT!”

Scoops begins to drop—

A BUZZING SOUND FILLS THE ARENA.

BZZZZZZZZZZ!

Scoops looks up.

A drone flies over the ring.

JC: “WHAT IS THAT?!”

JR: “THAT'S AMAZON!”

JC: “THAT'S A DRONE!”

JR: “SAME THING!”

Jeff Bezos is handling a remote control!

The drone descends.

Scoops looks at it.

Too late.

A package drops from underneath it.

WHAM!

The package smashes directly against Scoops' head!

Scoops collapses!

The crowd erupts in boos!

The drone immediately flies away.

Jeff Bezos casually adjusts his suit.

JC: “JEFF BEZOS JUST HAD A DRONE DROP A PACKAGE ON SCOOPS McGEE!”

JR: “FREE TWO-DAY SHIPPING!”

JC: “THAT IS NOT HOW THAT WORKS!”

JR: “IT SURE AS HELL WORKED, JACUINDE!”

Beetlejizz sees Scoops lying motionless.

His eyes widen.

A terrible grin spreads across his corpse-like face.

He crawls toward Scoops.

He grabs Scoops by the jaw.

His fingers spread.

His thumb digs underneath the jaw.

His fingers hook into Scoops' mouth.

KILL THADDEUS DUKE!

THE MANDIBLE CLAW!

Scoops' eyes shoot open!

He thrashes!

Beetlejizz squeezes harder!

Scoops tries to crawl!

Beetlejizz drags him backward!

The referee checks Scoops!

Scoops' hand trembles!

Beetlejizz screams directly into his face.

“DIE!”

Scoops reaches backward blindly.

His fingers find Beetlejizz's wrist.

He pulls!

Nothing!

Beetlejizz tightens the claw!

Scoops suddenly drives his elbow backward!

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

Beetlejizz refuses to let go!

Scoops grabs Beetlejizz's wrist with both hands!

He twists!

Beetlejizz's grip slips!

Scoops gets one foot underneath himself!

He rises!

Beetlejizz still has the claw!

Scoops suddenly throws himself backward!

SNAPMARE!

Beetlejizz goes flying!

But Scoops' momentum sends him crashing directly into the referee!

BOOM!

All three men hit the canvas!

The crowd erupts!

JC: “THE OFFICIAL IS DOWN!”

JR: “OH, COME ON!”

JC: “BEZOS CREATED THIS!”

JR: “THE REFEREE GOT IN THE WAY!”

JC: “HE WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE!”

JR: “THAT'S WHAT REFEREES DO!”

Beetlejizz rolls onto his back.

Scoops rolls onto his stomach.

The referee lies motionless between them.

And then—

Elon Musk looks toward the Ninja.

The Ninja looks at him.

Elon points toward the ring.

“Go.”

The Ninja slowly steps forward.

Jeff Bezos turns.

His expression changes…

Elon simply smiles, nodding, like it’s all under control…

JC: No! NO! The Ninja is getting involved again!

The Ninja climbs onto the apron.

Then steps through the ropes.

The crowd realizes what is happening.

JC: “ELON JUST ORDERED @getouttamyringerson INTO THE RING!”

JR: “HE'S GOING TO HELP BEETLEJIZZ! HE’S GOING TO TAKE OUT SCOOPS MCGEE RIGHT HERE AND NOW!”

The Ninja stands in the center of the ring.

Scoops is crawling.

Beetlejizz is crawling.

Both men pull themselves onto their knees.

The Ninja stands over them.

His red cybernetic eye flickers.

Scoops looks up.

He sees the kick coming.

His eyes widen.

Beetlejizz looks up.

And smiles.

He thinks he knows what's coming.

The Ninja turns.

His leg begins to swing.

JC: No!

JR: Yes!

Scoops braces himself.

Beetlejizz grins.

JC: NOOOOOOOOO!

JR: YESSSSSSSSSS!

BUZZSAW KICK!

CRACK!

...

BEETLEJIZZ!

The kick catches Beetlejizz directly across the side of the skull!

JR: WHAT?!?!

His corpse-like body goes limp!

He collapses sideways!

Scoops stares in disbelief!

The Ninja immediately rolls out of the ring!

The referee begins to stir!

Jeff Bezos looks horrified!

Elon Musk stands beside him.

Smiling.

The referee pushes himself upright.

He sees Scoops.

He sees Beetlejizz.

He sees Scoops lying across Beetlejizz.

Scoops hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

The arena explodes!

Winner: Scoops McGee

JEFF BEZOS MUST SELL HIS XWF OWNERSHIP STAKE!

Scoops rolls onto his back.

He doesn't even celebrate immediately.

He just stares at the ceiling.

His chest heaves.

His ribs scream.

His head is still ringing from the package.

But eventually—

He raises one fist.

The crowd erupts.

JC: “SCOOPS McGEE HAS DONE IT AGAIN!”

JR: “NO!”

JC: “BEZOS HAS LOST!”

JR: “THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!”

JC: “IT JUST HAPPENED!”

JR: “THE DRONE! THE PACKAGE! THE MANDIBLE CLAW! EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT!”

JC: “UNTIL THE NINJA KICKED BEETLEJIZZ IN THE HEAD!”

JR: “WHY?!”

JC: “I THINK WE KNOW WHY!”

Jeff Bezos is frozen.

His eyes slowly move toward Elon.

Elon simply adjusts his jacket.

He looks almost amused.

Bezos points toward the ring.

“You said it was all under contol!”

Elon smiles his head.

“It is. All under my control.”

Jeff's face drains.

The realization hits him.

JC: Oh my God! Zuckerberg is gone. Bezos is now gone. Scoops has defeated both champions. And now— Elon Musk is the only Trillionaire remaining with ownership of the XWF!

JR: …GENIUS! OH MY GOD! ELON JUST REMOVED THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE KEEPING HIM FROM TOTAL CONTROL OF THE XWF!

The Ninja returns to Elon's side.

Scoops slowly sits up.

He looks toward them.

The two stare across ringside.

The Ninja's red eye glows.

Scoops raises his battered left forearm.

The Ninja raises his chin.

Neither man looks away.

The crowd begins to realize it.

A chant starts.


JC: “Night One, Scoops survived Mister Oz.”

JR: “Night Two, he survived Beetlejizz.”

JC: “And now Jeff Bezos has lost his stake in the XWF!”

JR: “Which means—”

JC: “There is only one Trillionaire left.”

JR: “Elon Musk.”

JC: “And one champion.”

JR: “The Ninja.”

JC: “And tomorrow night—”

The camera cuts to Scoops.

Then the Ninja.

Then Elon.

Then Scoops again.

JC: “SCOOPS McGEE AND @getouttamyringerson.”

JR: “ONE NIGHT.”

JC: “ONE FINAL MATCH.”

JR: “ONE FINAL CHAMPION.”

JC: “AND ONE FINAL PIECE OF THE XWF!”

JR: “THIS IS WHAT ELON WANTED ALL ALONG!”

JC: “HE SACRIFICED ZUCKERBERG!”

JR: “HE SACRIFICED BEZOS!”

JC: “AND NOW HE'S GOT SCOOPS EXACTLY WHERE HE WANTS HIM!”

The camera focuses on Elon.

He smiles.

Scoops watches him from the ring.

The Ninja stands beside him.

The crowd roars.

Scoops slowly gets to his feet.

He raises his left forearm one more time.

The Ninja cracks his neck.

Elon smiles wider.

Fade to Black…

---

We transition to a spotlight beaming over a familiar logo.


Emily Grant, otherwise known as Miss Furry, steps behind the podium and looks out over the crowd for a moment.

"Okay... so they asked me to come out here and explain why Micheal Graves belongs in the Hall of Legends."

She looks out to the crowd.

"Because everyone else they asked made a pretty convincing argument that he shouldn't be allowed inside the building."

A few laughs from the crowd.

"Micheal Graves has spent most of his life being really, really bad at commitment. People. Relationships. Teams. His career. Even reality.

He'll disappear for months. Sometimes years. He'll swear he's done wrestling and show back up the second somebody says his name. He'll make promises he absolutely means when he makes them, then somehow find the dumbest possible way to break them. And if there's a choice between doing the healthy thing and doing something that'll probably leave him bleeding in a parking lot...

...well, you've all watched the show.

That's Micheal Graves. He burns things down... usually on purpose."

Emily's smile fades slightly.

"Everybody knows I sought Micheal out. Everybody knows I asked him to train me.

What nobody knows except for him is why...

I knew the stories. I knew about the people he'd hurt, the friendships he'd destroyed, the bridges he'd burned and then somehow managed to burn again if somebody rebuilt them...

...and when I met him, I expected to hate him...

...actually, I kinda wanted to."

Emily turns slightly toward the entranceway.

"I expected to find an idiot clown so full of himself that he couldn't see anything happening outside whatever stupid disaster Micheal Graves created in that moment.

A man who could only be counted on to walk away from people whenever things got difficult...

A man so busy being 'The Dark Warrior' Micheal Graves...

...that he never even noticed his own daughter."

Emily lets the words hang as the crowd gasps.

"Yeah. That's right."

She takes a breath.

"Twenty-eight years ago, Micheal Graves had a fling with my mother."

The arena erupts.

Emily waits, letting the reaction settle.

"And nine months later..."

She gestures toward herself.

"Surprise."

She gives the crowd a moment.

"I sought him out because I needed to meet the man who was never there for my first anything. I needed to see him with my own eyes and learn who my father was when the cameras weren't on.

And honestly? I think I wanted proof that I was better off without him, but as it turned out, the man I found wasn't the man I went looking for."

The crowd murmurs.

"He was crude, he was loud, and he could still be an idiot... but he listened. He taught me. He worried about me. He believed in me before there was really much reason to.

And for somebody who's spent his whole life running away from damn near everything..."

Emily looks down at the championship around her shoulder, then back up.

"After I told him who he was to me...

He stayed."

The crowd reacts.

"He didn't make twenty-eight years disappear.

He couldn't.

He didn't suddenly become the father I never had, because it was already too late for that... but he did become something I didn't expect him to be...

...someone I could count on."

She rests both hands on the podium and leans in.

"Micheal taught me how to wrestle.

That's the obvious part.

He taught me how to hurt somebody bigger than me. How to think when I'm exhausted. How to keep moving when everything hurts. How to recognize the moment somebody thinks they've finally put me away..."

She grins.

"...and ruin their night."

The crowd laughs.

"But the most important thing Micheal Graves ever taught me had nothing to do with wrestling."

Emily looks toward the entrance.

"He taught me that people can be more than the worst thing they've ever done... even when they've done a LOT of really terrible things."

She smiles.

"Micheal Graves is here because no matter how many times he screwed up, disappeared, got hurt, hurt somebody else, quit, came back, fell apart, or even died..."

Emily shakes her head.

"He kept finding his way back.

Back to this place...

...back to you people...

...and eventually back to me...

...so yeah.

I'm proud to be his student.

I'm proud to be his daughter."

The crowd rises.

"And I'm unbelievably honored that I get to be the person who finally welcomes my father..."

She looks toward the entrance with a smile.

"...The Dark Warrior...

Micheal Graves...

...into the XWF Hall of Legends."





The lights dim.


Graves walks straight across the stage toward Emily. She barely has time to step away from the podium before he wraps his arms around her. Emily hugs him back as the crowd erupts.

He looks at her with a smile, then turns toward the podium.


"Well... fuck... It's all a lot to take in, ain't it?"

The crowd laughs.

Graves glances over to the Hall of Legends logo.

"I never thought I'd be standin' up here...

Hell, there was a time I never thought I'd be anywhere near the Universal Title."

Graves smirks.

"Then I won the damn thing and became a fuckin' regular in the division."

The crowd chuckles along.

"I've spent a lotta time givin' Mark Flynn credit for that. Stealin' my face pissed me off enough that suddenly winnin' started matterin' again..."

He looks out toward the crowd.

"But that ain't really the truth."

He turns his head toward Emily.

"Truth is...

...havin' somebody to fight for makes all the difference in the world."

Emily's eyes begin to water as Graves steps away from the podium.

"Aw, fuck. C'mere."

He pulls Emily into another hug.

The crowd rises again and claps for the heartwarming moment.

Then something occurs to him.

"Oh! And just so we're all clear, I didn't know she was my daughter when I made that joke about getting in her pants."

Emily's face immediately disappears into her hands as the crowd reacts with a mixture of laughter, horrified groans, and several thousand people suddenly remembering something they desperately wish they didn't.

"What?! That's important context!"

Emily punches him in the shoulder.

"OW! Jesus Christ, I was just tryin' to protect both of our reputations!"

She shakes her head, laughing despite herself.

Graves looks back toward the crowd.

"I'm not sure if I've ever said these words aloud before... but thank you..."

He glances around the arena, then over to Emily.

"...for all of it.

Thank you, XWF."

Graves smiles at Emily.

She smiles back. Then immediately points a warning finger at him before he can say anything else embarrassing. Graves raises both hands innocently, and without another word, father and daughter turn and walk off the stage together as the crowd continues to applaud.

OOC: I've had quite a few shocking moments this year, but nothing comes close to the Hall of Legends nod.

When Jon Brown invited me to the XWF back in the day, it came with a big push and an even bigger angle with Sean Graves. That's still probably the most memorable thing I was involved with from that era.

When I left around 2009, I was basically just another guy who came, saw, and left without doing anything particularly remarkable.

Fast forward almost eight years of inactivity.

I happened to visit the site right as a new Michael Graves was making his debut in the XWF (reoccurring problem), and seeing that motivated me to come back just to fight that guy.

I won the no-show, but talk about a fish out of water.

The game was already above my head by 2009, and you guys spent the next eight years taking it to another level entirely. I was genuinely impressed by talents like Thaddeus Duke, Doctor Louis D'Ville, Dolly Waters, Gator, and many others.

It's been both an honor and a blast relearning how to play this game with all of you.

I'm incredibly humbled by the Hall of Legends nod, and I look forward to continuing to be a problem for many years to come. <3

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The house lights die.

Tens of thousands of fans are plunged into darkness at once, and the roar that goes up is the sound of a crowd that has been waiting two nights for this.

The titantron sparks to life with static. In the grain of it a single shape forms. The video package runs. Two months compressed into ninety seconds. Korvayne winning the X-treme Championship at Bad Medicine. Korvayne helping Sam Dyson defeat Judd Hollow on Warfare. Malachi Graves whispering into a microphone that the artist would be judged.

The screen cuts to black.




"Gold Lust" hits.

Korvayne walks out to a wall of booing so loud it distorts through the arena speakers. She stops at the top of the ramp and waits for her simp to join her on stage. He finally comes out holding a plush purple pillow. And resting on top of the pillow?

Is the one and only X-treme Championship Cock Ring.

JC: Oh great heavens, she actually did it! Korvayne actually melted the X-treme Championship belt into a frickin’ COCK-RING!

JR: Now that’s what I call ART!

Somebody in the front row screams something at her. She stops walking to argue with him. Points at him. Says something back. Waits for him to answer so she can say something else back. The referee at ringside gestures for her to come on and she waves him off like he's staff.

Behind her, three steps back, walks her SIMP.

The Simp is carrying her cock ring down to the ring with nothing short of regal pageantry. He has never once complained, never once been thanked, and tonight he is wearing a suit he clearly bought for the occasion.

Korvayne gets in the ring. Does her artsy pose. Bows to a crowd that would pay money to see her fall down a flight of stairs.

JC: The X-treme Champion seems more confident than ever, and I mean, why wouldn’t she be? She’s a double champion, and her faction holds the Universal title! But still…her defense tonight against Judd Hollow will be no cakewalk!

JR: Cake? Yeah, I’ll take some of Korvayne’s cake.

JC: Are you even listening to me, Joe?!

JR: No. I’m just watching that beautiful woman hit those poses! You go girl!







JR: Now I don’t want to be a conspiracy theorist here, but, does Malachi Graves seem a bit different to anyone else?

JC: Now that you mention it, Joe, he does seem a bit more submissive than usual. A bit more demure, a bit more…controlled?

JR: Huh, I wonder why!

JC: No idea, Joe: but I don’t think Judd cares! He’s locked in on Korvayne and that championship belt.

JR: Remember it’s not a belt anymore, Jacquinde!

JC: …right.

XWF X-Treme Championship Korvayne - vs - Judd Hollow X-Treme Rules

Korvayne doesn't wait. She hits Judd with a spinning backfist before he has both feet planted and follows it with a jawbreaker that snaps his head back.

Judd doesn't fall. He stumbles two steps and touches his mouth with the back of his hand.

She hits the ropes. Springboard crossbody.

He catches her out of the air.

The crowd comes up out of their seats!

Judd holds her there, arms locked under her body, staring up at her face like he's deciding something. Korvayne starts throwing elbows down onto the top of his head. He doesn't react to the first three. On the fourth he adjusts his grip, walks two steps forward, and falls, driving her into the canvas with a body slam that shakes the ring posts.

JR: What a slam! Judd Hollow just put all of his 273 pounds to good use there!

JC: Korvayne has to be careful here! Judd has an immense strength and size advantage on her. She’s going to have to get crafty if she wants to defend her title tonight!

JR: ARTs and crafty, even!

Judd drops a knee across her chest. Then another. Then a third, harder.

He hauls her up by the hair and she rakes her nails across his eyes.

Judd releases her, blinking, and Korvayne is already running.

Standing dropkick to the knee. He buckles.

Running dropkick to the face as he goes down. He rolls.

She hits the ropes and comes back with a springboard dropkick that puts him flat on his back in the middle of the ring.

DROPKICK CITY!

She goes to the corner and climbs. Points at her own head. The fans boo her for it.

Missile dropkick off the top, both feet square into his chest!

JR: Now that’s what I call ARTs and crafty! That dropkick to the chest might’ve stopped Judd’s heart!

But Judd Hollow sits right up.

JC: I think Judd’s heart might be too cold to stop, Joe! He’s back up already!

Korvayne lands on her feet, turns around with her arms up, and her face just falls off her skull. Behind her, Judd Hollow is climbing to his feet like a man getting out of bed.

She backs into the ropes.

Judd walks her into the corner and starts throwing elbows. Short, ugly, methodical elbows into the side of her head, one after another, no wasted motion. Korvayne slides down the turnbuckles into a seated position.

Judd steps back. Then he runs and hits a big boot that snaps her head into the top pad!

At ringside, Malachi Graves lifts the rosary and whispers.

Judd hoists Korvayne up onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs after her, hooking her arm, setting up for something enormous.

That’s when the Simp jumps on the apron.

He grabs Judd's ankle and yanks it sideways!

Judd's boot slips off the second rope and he comes down on the top turnbuckle in the worst possible way, and the entire arena makes a single collective noise. A loud, reverberating boo!

JC: Korvayne’s Simp just came up clutch for here there!

JR: I guess that’s why she keeps him around! Because I know it isn’t for his looks! That’s the Muse’s job!

Korvayne, still perched on the top, grabs Judd’s head.

LEONARDO'S LAMENT on the turnbuckle. The codebreaker drives his face into the pad on the way down and both of them crash to the mat.

She covers, hooking the leg!

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KICKOUT!!!

Judd throws her off him so hard she rolls under the bottom rope and off the apron onto the floor.

The Simp scurries over to check on her. She shoves him away and points under the ring.

JR: She almost caught Judd with that codebreaker on the turnbuckle!

JC: But now, I think she might have something even more devious in store for The Sin Collector!

Korvayne pulls herself up on the apron and screams at the Simp, who nods so fast his neck might come off, and disappears under the ring.

Judd rolls out to the floor on the opposite side. He goes under the apron and comes out with a steel chair. Then a fire extinguisher. Then a bundle of barbed wire, which he sets down on the mat very carefully, like it's a communion item.

The crowd starts chanting for the barbed wire immediately.

The Simp comes out from under the ring with a kendo stick and runs at Judd, swinging.

Judd catches the stick in one hand.

The Simp lets go of it. Backs away. Holds both hands up.

JR: Uh oh! Korvayne’s Simp just got himself involved in something he had no business being involved in!

JC: I think Judd Hollow is about to make him pay dearly for that!

Judd snaps the kendo stick over his own knee and throws both halves at him.

But then Korvayne blindsides Judd with the chair from behind! It rings off his back like a bell. She hits him again across the shoulder blades. Again. A fourth time, two-handed, and Judd Hollow goes down to one knee on the floor.
JR: Korvayne stays one-step ahead, always!

JC: Judd Hollow is going to have to focus on his main target here tonight! That Simp’s distraction left him completely vulnerable to Korvayne’s blindside attack!

She sets the chair up on the floor, legs out, and hooks Judd's head for Malibu's Most Wanted right onto the steel.

But Malachi grabs her ankle.

Korvayne turns around, furious, and screams at him, and the two seconds it costs her is everything. Judd comes up under her, lifts her onto his shoulders, and dumps her back first across the open chair!

The chair folds flat under her weight!

JC: Korvayne isn’t the only one with allies at ringside!


She screams. Judd picks the chair back up and drops it on her stomach. He picks it up again and drops it a second time. He picks it up a third time, looks at it, and throws it into the crowd barrier instead.

Then he picks up the barbed wire.

The referee leans in and says something about danger and Judd Hollow turns his head and looks at him and the ref backs off with both hands up.

JC: As much as this referee might hate it, this match is X-TREME RULES! And that means anything goes!


Judd wraps the barbed wire around his own right forearm. Slowly. Deliberately. Winding it three times, letting the barbs bite into his own skin as he goes. Blood starts running down toward his elbow before he's even used it once.

He grabs Korvayne by the hair and hauls her to her feet.

She kicks him square in the groin!

JR: That’s one way to escape from the giant’s grasp!

The crowd erupts. There's no disqualification tonight and she knows it and she puts everything she has into it, and Judd Hollow drops to both knees on the floor.

Korvayne rolls into the ring and demands the referee count him out.

The ref reminds her there are no count outs tonight.

She argues with him about it for eight full seconds.

And then Judd Hollow gets up.

He rolls into the ring behind her while she's still gesturing at the official, and when she turns around he's already there.

Barbed wire forearm across the face!

Korvayne goes down screaming, both hands over her cheek, and when she takes them away there's red on her fingers and red on the canvas.

JC: Korvayne just got caught lacking!

JR: She wanted the referee to do his job! Is that too much to ask?!

JC: It’s an X-treme Rules match, Joe! The ref’s only job tonight is to count pins!

Judd crouches over her. He takes her wrist, turns her palm up, and wipes her blood across his own chest in a slow diagonal streak.

The hardcore section of this arena loses its entire mind.

He drags her up. Snake eyes on the top turnbuckle. She staggers back holding her face and he catches her with a running big boot that folds her into the corner.

Judd pulls her out to the center of the ring.

He lifts her for a vertical suplex and holds her there.

Five seconds.

Ten.

Fifteen. The blood from his forearm running down his bicep onto her chest.

Twenty.

Twenty-five. Korvayne's legs kicking weakly at nothing.

Thirty. The crowd counting along now.

He drops her with a delayed vertical suplex that bounces her a full six inches off the canvas.

Then, he makes the cover!

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3- NO!!!!

The Simp pulls Judd's leg out from under the pin and drags him halfway to the ropes!

JR: The Simp just saved Korvayne’s championship dreams!

JC: Ok, but NOW Judd is DEFINITELY going to tear his head off!

Judd turns his head very slowly and looks at him.

The Simp runs!

Judd rolls out of the ring after him. The Simp makes it around one corner, past the timekeeper, tries to climb up onto the apron, and Judd catches him by the back of the collar and throws him into the guardrail so hard the barricade shifts a foot.

Malachi Graves is on the other side of the ring with his rosary, whispering, watching, doing nothing to help anybody.

That’s when Korvayne comes sailing over the top rope with a suicide dive and takes Judd Hollow off his feet on the floor!

The place comes apart!

JC: KORVAYNE JUST TOOK OFF INTO THE AIR LIKE SHE WAS WONDER-WOMAN!

JR: And Judd Hollow is ROCKED!

Korvayne is up first, and she is unrecognizable from the woman who walked out here ten minutes ago. Blood running down the side of her face. Mascara gone. The artsy composure completely stripped off her.

She grabs the ring steps and starts pulling.

The Simp, recovering, gets his hands on the other side and helps her drag the steel unit out into the aisle.

She hooks Judd's head for Malibu's Most Wanted on the steps.

Judd blocks it. Shoves her off. Backdrops her onto the floor.

He picks up the ring steps himself. The whole top half, three hundred pounds of steel, hoisted over his head while the crowd screams.

Korvayne rolls out of the way with every ounce of energy she has left.

The steps come down on the concrete where her skull was a half second earlier and the sound is like a car accident.

Judd collapses to the mat from exhaustion.

JC: These two wrestlers are giving it everything they have! But only one of them can walk out of here as the X-treme Champion!

JR: The way this match is going, I’m not sure if EITHER of them will be able to walk out of here after that bell rings!

Judd is slower getting up than he was. But Korvayne is even slower than that. They're both bleeding, both breathing like they've been sprinting, and the arena is doing a dueling chant that's about eighty-twenty in one direction.

Korvayne crawls to the timekeeper's area. She grabs the X-treme Championship cockring off the table where her Simp left it before the bell. Slides it onto her finger. Twists the stone outward.

JC: Did she just…did she just put Dyson’s dirty cockring onto her finger?!

JR: It’s a weapon, same as any other, Jacquinde!


She turns around.

But Judd Hollow is gone.

She looks left. She looks right. She checks under the ring.

Then Judd Hollow comes off the ring apron with a springboard elbow drop, six foot seven and two hundred seventy-three pounds falling out of the sky onto the concrete floor, and he crushes her under it!

Both of them are flat. The ref comes out to the floor. He counts nothing, because there is nothing to count.

He leans down and asks Korvayne if she can continue. She says something to him that will be bleeped on the broadcast.

JR: WOAH! That won’t make it past the censors!

When Judd pulls himself back up to his feet, he drags the champion up by the hair and walks her toward the barricade.

He throws her over it into the timekeeper's aisle, then climbs over himself.

They start brawling through the crowd.

Fans scatter, chairs go over, security forms a useless line that both competitors walk straight through. Korvayne hits him with somebody's drink. Judd hits her with a folding chair from row two. She rakes his eyes. He picks her up and walks her into a concrete support pillar shoulder first.

Korvayne staggers up the stairs of the lower bowl, hand over her ribs, and Judd follows at a walking pace.

Never rushing. Never hurrying. Just following.

She gets to a landing and turns and fires a forearm. He takes it. She fires another. He takes that one too. She hits him a third time and Judd Hollow grabs her by the throat with one hand and lifts.

Korvayne pokes him in the eye with her thumb!

He drops her. She hits the ropes of a guardrail, comes off it, and catches him with a spinning backfist that turns him halfway around.

Then she shoves him down the stairs.

Judd Hollow falls eight steps and lands in a heap on the concrete at the bottom!

Korvayne climbs up onto the guardrail at the landing, balancing, arms out.

She leaps-

CROSSBODY off the guardrail onto Judd Hollow in the aisle, ten feet down, and the whole section is standing and screaming!

She rolls off him holding her own ribs.

Both competitors lay flat on the ground, each writhing in pain.

JC: Korvayne just went airborne in a major way! She knocked down that tower of a man!

JR: HEY! Watch it with those 9/11 jokes!

JC: I’m making a 9/11 joke, I’m just commentating on this great match!

When the wrestlers are able to stand again, they immediately fight back to ringside over the course of two full minutes. Korvayne pulls a fan's sign out of his hands and breaks it over Judd's back. Judd takes a fire extinguisher off the wall by the entrance ramp and blasts her in the face with it, white fog everywhere, Korvayne blind and swinging at nothing.

He rolls her back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Then he goes back under the apron and comes out with a table.

He slides the table into the ring, follows it in, and sets it up in the corner, legs locked, standing upright against the turnbuckles.

Then he goes back out and comes back with a bag.

The referee says something to him about it.

Judd Hollow pours the thumbtacks out onto the canvas in a wide silver spread across the center of the ring.

Malachi lifts the rosary and blesses it.

Korvayne is up on her knees in the far corner, wiping extinguisher powder out of her eyes, and when her vision clears she's looking at the tacks like a person looking at their own obituary.

Judd stalks over.

He hoists her up onto his shoulders. Powerbomb position, walking her out toward the tacks, taking his time about it.


JC: This could be really, really bad for Korvayne!

JR: Judd Hollow can taste victory! He’s closing in on the biggest win in his career, Jacquinde! I can smell it!

But Korvayne rains down elbows onto the top of his head. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. He stumbles. She slips down his back, grabs his head on the way, and hits a neckbreaker that drops him to his knees at the edge of the silver.

She hits the ropes.

She springboards.

PICASSO PUNCH!

High altitude flying Superman punch, flush on the jaw.

Judd Hollow goes down face first into the thumbtacks.

The entire arena screams at once.

Korvayne rolls him over onto his back. His chest and forehead are studded with silver, dozens of them, blood welling up around each point.

She covers. Hooks both legs.

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KICKOUT!!!


Judd Hollow's shoulder comes flying off the mat at the last possible second!

Korvayne sits back on her heels with both hands on her head.

She's unraveling now. Screaming at the referee that it was three. Screaming at the Simp on the floor. Screaming at the crowd, who are chanting something unkind and rhythmic that her name fits perfectly into.

She grabs Judd's ankle and drags him to the middle of the ring, into the worst of the tacks.

She steps through his legs.

BIRTH OF VENUS!

The inverted figure four locked in tight, the Venus Flytrap, wrenching back on his legs with everything she has left in her body.

Judd Hollow roars.

It's the first sound he's made all match.

He claws at the canvas, tacks driving into his palms, dragging himself toward the ropes and then remembering halfway there that there are no rope breaks tonight. No disqualification. No count out. No referee to save him.

Nothing gets him out of this but himself!

Korvayne torques it harder and screams at him to quit. Judd's face is being pressed down into the tack pile from the angle of the hold, more of them going in every time she leans back.

Malachi Graves is up on the apron, not pleading for mercy, whispering something else entirely, the rosary shaking in his fist.

Judd's right hand closes around a fistful of thumbtacks.

He rolls his hips. Turns the hold over. Breaks the pressure just enough to get his upper body free.

And he drives that fistful of tacks directly into Korvayne's face!

She lets go screaming and rolls away with both hands over her eyes.

JR: I can’t believe Judd escaped! Korvayne had him dead to rights in the Birth of Venus!

JC: But that little boy from the mountains just did what he’s always done: FIND A WAY!

Both of them are down on the mat. Both bleeding badly now. The referee kneels between them checking on each in turn, and the crowd is on its feet from the floor seats to the rafters.

Judd Hollow gets to a knee first.

He grabs Korvayne by the hair and drags her toward the table standing upright in the corner.

He props her against it. Backs up to the opposite turnbuckle. Takes a breath.

The Simp slides into the ring.

Judd runs and the Simp cuts him off, jumping onto his back, arms locked around his throat, riding him like a man clinging to a truck bumper going forty!

JC: The Simp will not let Judd put Korvayne through the table!

JR: You have to respect his loyalty!

JC: Even if it’s going to get him killed?!

JR: Especially if it’s going to get him killed!

Judd Hollow turns in a full circle with the Simp on his back, gets his bearings, and runs backward into the corner, crushing him between two hundred seventy-three pounds and the turnbuckles!

The Simp drops onto the tacks.

Malachi Graves is in the ring now.

He kicks the Simp in the ribs while he's down. Kicks him again. Then he starts stomping him in a slow, even rhythm, whispering the whole time, rosary swinging from his left hand.

JC: And now, both managers are getting in on the action!

JR: And it’s X-treme Rules, so there’s not a damn thing the referee can do about it!

JC: This is what I call a main event, Joe!


But Korvayne clubs Judd across the back with a chair that nobody saw her get!

Judd staggers forward.

She hits him again. And again. Five times. Six. Seven. Eight. The chair bending out of shape, Korvayne screaming with every swing, and Judd Hollow finally goes down onto one knee in the middle of a pile of tacks and blood and broken kendo stick.

She throws the chair away. Grabs his head.

MALIBU'S MOST WANTED!

Even Flow DDT, planting him face first into the canvas!

She makse the cover. Both legs hooked.

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3- NO!!!!

MALACHI GRAVES BREAKS IT UP!

He drops an elbow on Korvayne, before grabbing her by the hair and tossing her between the ropes! Korvayne lands out of the ring but before she catches her breath she finds Malachi Graves already on the floor!

He holds up the rosary. He whispers something directly into her face.

Korvayne slaps him so hard a tooth flies into the third row!

Malachi touches his cheek. Looks at his fingers. Looks at her.

Then he grabs her by the throat with both hands!

That’s when the Simp comes over the top rope with a crossbody onto both of them!

All three go down in a pile on the floor!

In the ring, Judd Hollow is pulling himself up on the ropes. Tacks still buried in his chest and shoulders. Barbed wire still wound around his forearm. Blood running from his forehead down through the black paint of the inverted cross until the whole design has smeared into something with no shape at all.

He looks out at the floor. At the three bodies tangled at ringside.

He backs up to the far ropes….

JC: He can’t be thinking what I think he’s thinking, could he?

JR: I think he is!

Suicide dive!

Six foot seven through the middle rope onto all of them, and the Spanish announce table catches half of it and does not survive!

The crowd is chanting HOLY SHIT in perfect unison and the commentary team has stopped speaking entirely.

It takes a long time for anyone to move.

The Simp is the first. He crawls out of the wreckage on his hands and knees, finds Korvayne, hauls her up by the arm, and rolls her under the bottom rope back into the ring.

Malachi comes up on the other side, straightening his collar, blood on his reverend's shirt that isn't his own.

Judd Hollow gets up last.

Korvayne is on her feet in the ring, hanging off the top rope with one arm, and she's looking at her right hand.

The X-treme Championship ring is still on her finger.

She makes a fist.

Judd rolls in under the bottom rope and she's on him immediately. Stomping. Kicking at his ribs. Stinger splash in the corner. Running bulldog out of the corner. She hooks the leg!

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2!!





KICKOUT!!!

But Korvayne doesn’t waste time arguing with the referee again.

She just climbs the turnbuckle.


Flying fist drop!


Another cover!



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KICKOUT!!!



So she goes back up.


Flying clothesline off the top, all of her weight behind it!


She makes the cover!

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2!!



KICKOUT!!!

JC: I’m not sure what it’s going to take to put Judd Hollow away!

JR: Scoops McGee couldn’t figure it out either! But Korvayne is running out of time here, she has to find a way!

Back outside the ring, Malachi Graves picks up a chair.

The Simp steps in front of him.

Malachi swings. The Simp ducks it and tackles him into the guardrail.

They start throwing hands. A reverend and a hanger-on, brawling in the aisle at the biggest show of the year, while twenty thousand people watch two wrestlers try to kill each other in the ring.

Malachi gets a thumb into the Simp's eye and rakes it across. The Simp staggers back into the remains of the English announce table.

Malachi grabs him by the throat with both hands and starts squeezing.

The Simp drives a knee into his midsection. Then another. Then a third.

Malachi's grip breaks.

The Simp hooks Malachi's head. Hooks the tights.

The crowd sees it coming before it happens and the noise starts building on its own.

The Simp lifts Father Malachi Graves straight up into a vertical suplex. Holds him there. One second. Two. Three.

And drops him through what's left of the announce table with a suplex that puts both of them through the wood, the monitors, the headsets, and the timekeeper's chair!

Neither man moves!

Officials sprint down the ramp. The referee at ringside waves frantically for help. Malachi Graves is face down in splinters with one arm bent under him. The Simp is on his back beside him, staring straight up at the lights, arms out to his sides like a man who has finally done the one thing he came to this company to do: protect Korvayne.

JC: Both managers are out! Both of them are finished!

JR: Stretchers are already coming out from the back!

Korvayne looks out at the wreckage. Looks at the Simp lying on his back in the pile.

She turns around and Judd Hollow is standing directly behind her.

He grabs her by the throat.

She kicks him in the knee. Breaks the grip. Backs into the ropes, and the ropes are the only friend she has left in this building.

Korvayne comes off them with a flying forearm.

He catches her.

Chokeslam onto the tacks!

He makes the cover!

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KICKOUT!!!

She gets a shoulder up and the crowd noise physically shakes the hard camera!

Judd pulls her up by the hair. She's dead weight in his hands. He walks her across the ring to the corner where the table is still standing upright against the turnbuckles.

He sets her in front of it. Steps back. Hooks both her arms for the powerbomb through it.

But Korvayne backdrops him!

Judd Hollow goes through the table himself, back first, the whole thing exploding into pieces in the corner.

The momentum carries Korvayne down on top of him. The referee slides over and drops down!

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3- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Judd Hollow kicks out!!!!

JC: I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! Judd Hollow fights on!

JR: He just won’t quit! And Korvayne won’t stop trying to kill him! This must be what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object!

Korvayne screams. Not at the referee. Not at the crowd. Just screams, sitting in a pile of broken table and thumbtacks and her own blood with both hands buried in her hair.

She crawls to the corner and pulls herself up on the ropes.

She looks at her right hand again. At the ring.

She twists the X-treme Championship ring around on her finger so the stone faces outward and makes a fist, and everyone in this arena knows what's coming!

Judd Hollow gets up in the middle of the ring on legs that don't want to hold him. Back shredded. Tacks in his shoulders. The paint on his face gone entirely to red.

Korvayne charges.

She loads the punch up with everything left in her body.

Judd Hollow ducks!

Korvayne's fist hits nothing but air and the momentum spins her all the way around, and when she comes back to face him Judd already has her.

He lifts her onto his shoulder. Turns to face the hard camera with her draped across him, twenty thousand people screaming, both managers destroyed at ringside, the ring covered in tacks and wire and splinters.

He drops to one knee and drives her skull into the canvas.

JC: THE LAST RIDE HOME! THE LAST RIDE HOME! JUDD JUST TOOK KORVAYNE ON THE LAST RIDE HOME!

JR: He just put her back on mile marker 110!


Judd makes the cover with his hands on the champion’s throat.

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Winner and NEW X-treme Champion- Judd Hollow

The bell rings over and over and over and nobody in the building can hear it.

"Blood On My Name" comes crashing back through the PA as Judd Hollow rolls off her and sits with his back against the bottom rope, breathing hard, blood pooling on the canvas underneath him.

The referee kneels beside Korvayne and works the X-treme Championship cock ring off her finger. She doesn't resist. She isn't conscious enough to resist.

He carries it across the ring and holds it out.

Judd Hollow looks at it for a long moment, like he’s unsure that he even wants to touch it!
JC: Judd Hollow did it! The biggest win of his career, in the main event of Relentless Night Two!

JR: He’s the new X-treme Champion, even after everything the ART Foundation threw at him!

JC: But now that the match is over: Judd’s journey is just beginning! Because if he can run the gauntlet…he might just earn himself a briefcase!

JR: But that’s a story for another show, Jacquinde: because that’s all the time we have for Night Two of Red Dead Relentless!

JC: And what a night it was! This show will go down in the history books, Joe- just mark my words!

At ringside, the Simp has one arm hooked over the ring apron, pulling himself up an inch at a time to see it happen. Malachi Graves is still face down in the splinters with medical staff around him.

Korvayne lies in the thumbtacks, staring up at the roof of the arena, as night two of Relentless slowly fades to black!

Thank you so much to all of our match writers! Peter Principle Micheal Graves Main Event MC Edgecrusher Judd Hollow Charlie Nickles Dick Lichter And our amazing segment writers! Micheal Graves Main Event MC EDGECRUSHER Deacon St. John Kristoffer Arroyo The Trillionaires And to everyone who RPed! See you all on Night 3!