Okay okay, hold up. Shhh.

The Xtreme Hallway: Me and Miss Furry are crouched behind a stack of crates. We're not far from the closet Vinne used to keep me locked in. That means that we're in the deepest, darkest end of the hallway. Much further than most dare to go.

Why?

Because much like me and that closet, this is were Lane tends to store the worst of the worst in XWF history. 

Gotta keep that image squeaky-clean! 

A little deeper still, mostly concealed by the lack of working lights, Jennie Nickles and Jenny Myst are doing that thing where they whisper like villains in a bad cartoon.

I lean over to Miss Furry, real serious. Like mentor serious. Like I’m about to drop some fuckin' knowledge.

Pop quiz, hotshot I whisper real quiet, as to not alert our prey. What makes a champion?

She thinks. I can see the gears turning. Cute gears. Murderous gears, but cute.

“Being the better wrestler?” she says, slightly unsure of herself.

I smile and shake my head. I'm not mad, it's a cute answer, a safe answer—but it's also the wrong answer.

Nah, it’s all about damage. How much can you inflict and how much you can take. The later matters less if you do the former right the first time.

She squints at me like she’s not sure if I’m joking. 

I don't offer her any further insight. 

Instead, I glance at the two Jen's. They seem so proud of themselves. So proud of their scheme to keep the Xtreme within their ranks.

It pisses me off. 

Not because they're gaming the system.

Rules are like bones—meant to be broken.

What pisses me off about the whole situation, is the fact that Jenny Myst of all fuckin' people is benefiting while simultaneously getting her shit pushed in whenever she can't dodge the bookers. 

I look back to Furry. 

"Remember what I taught you.

No retreat—No surrender—No Remorse."

Then I reach deep into my cape. Like, way deep inside to the darkest reaches of my stash. 

Cape inventory makes no sense. 

Suddenly, I pull out a legit 1940s WWII era flamethrower. Big. Ugly. Looks like it was stolen from a museum or something. It was.

Shoot your shot. I wink.

She doesn’t even hesitate. Just straps it on like she’s been waiting her whole life for this exact moment. 


Big flash, tons of smoke. 

Jenny Myst’s weave? Singed to high hell and crispy all around.

As the flames from Furry's blast taper out, out two Jen's stand covered in black soot stunned and confused as tiny flames continue to burn across their clothing.

Worst winter sunburn in XWF history. Congratulations. New award for 2026.

They snap out of their fiery trances and drop to the floor, rolling wildly in an effort to extinguish the flames.

They roll right into position and I spring my trap.


Miss Furry looks at me, purring like a cat.

“Which one do I pin?”

I don’t even think about it.

Both.

I dive onto Jenny Myst. Miss Furry drops onto Jennie Nickles. Ref pops out of my old closet and slides into position like this is totally normal and not insane at all.

ONE!
























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TWO!!

I see you Graves

Wow that was a long scroll

Slow-motion cinematic kick out.