Come join us for the next kick-ass edition of XWF ANARCHY!

Or The 'A' Show, as some critics have called it!

The XWF Anarchy Tag-Team Championships will be ON THE LINE if El Landerson & Latoya Hixx choose to use their #1 contendership!

Anyone else....feel free to call out a champion and maybe you'll get some top-tier action, too!

Or call out some other SCHMUCK and wipe the floor with them!

Feel free to get nasty, boys and girls. I wanna see blood!

Kingsguard is in.

Oooh ja, I'd love to be in

If you're buying, I'm selling!

"In. As per usual, make sure it's three matches. Different opponents. And I'd like new ones, this time. Not just Lionel."

Surgeon of Thug is in

Book Gravy. 

Book Furry. 

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

"...sigh... I guess... and my pal Enigmatic Clown is in too..."

(02-08-2026, 10:27 PM)YourHighnessofViolence Said:

Oh good. Finally. Let’s stop pretending this tag division is being held hostage by greatness and just say what it is: two men trapped in an emotionally codependent situationship with matching belts.

Here’s how this goes on-screen. Clean. Mean. Surgical.

Jenny Myst – Opt-In to WARFARE

I’ll make this easy.

Yes.
WARFARE.
Me and The Director are opting in.

We’re 1–0, which—before anyone starts crying—yes, it was against the Hixx sisters, and frankly I’ve seen special needs toddlers coordinate better resistance, but a win is a win and the paperwork says what it says.

Now let’s step the competition up one tick.

Not the novelty belts.
Not the side quest straps.
The real tag titles.

Seb.
King.
The dark one. Not the good one.

You know. The champions who haven’t defended those belts since Night Two of Relentless, which in wrestling time is basically a geological era. There are fossils younger than your last defense.

And why is that? Mmmm?

Because instead of defending the division, we’ve all been forced to sit ringside and watch:

Seb spend more time fucking Betsy Granger than defending the belts.

King spend more time getting beaten by Seb than defending the belts.

You two are locked in the same loop like a prestige drama that should’ve ended three seasons ago.

Enemies.
Lovers.
Enemies again.
Back to lovers.
Repeat every two months like it’s tied to the lunar calendar.

And the entire tag division just… waits.
While two grown men break up, make up, slap each other, hug it out, and then pretend the belts are somehow still being actively represented.

No.

Those titles don’t belong to your therapy cycle.
They don’t belong to your unresolved feelings.
They don’t belong to a rivalry that keeps eating itself just to feel something.

They belong to people who actually want to defend them.

The Director and I?
We’re not here to play house.
We’re not here to re-ignite sparks.
We’re not here to “find ourselves.”

We’re here to take what you’ve been sitting on and remind everyone what tag champions are supposed to look like when they’re not busy emotionally undressing each other in public.

So yes.
WARFARE.

Me.
The Director.
Against the champs who forgot they were champions.

Clock’s ticking, boys.
And unlike your relationship, this challenge doesn’t reset every full moon.

Since my partner's request was ignored in favor of some tournament to crown a king or some other bull shit reason, allow me to follow up on this. Give us the Rollerwhores! I know the Kingsgaurd already opted in, but last I checked they lost the titles at Snow Pain, Snow Gain. We won our last tag match and we demand a title shot. No one wants to see the playthings of an unwashed nepo baby running around with tag gold and not defend them. 

This is an official challenge, since the Warfare tag team champions were once again too busy being singles wrestlers to defend their titles that have not been successfully defended as a team since night one of Relentless, when Thaddeus Duke was still in charge; we challenge the Rollerwhores for the Anarchy Tag Team championships. The Director and Jenny Myst in the main event because no one needs to see Latoya Hixx in another main event after we embarrassed her on Warfare.

Hey Director Fuck Face!

Number one you're not the number one contenders for those titles.

Number two, feast on my entire asshole.

Number three....oh please....pllllllleeeeeeaaassseeee accuse me of ducking your challenge after your own partner  has built her entire comeback off of doing just that.

Number four, please thoroughly wipe the slobber off my taint after feasting on said asshole.

Dear lord, that guy sucks. Fine, if Dyson won't let his Rollerwhores face us and I can't ask for him to put his X-Treme title on the line, because there's no way he's making it out of Warfare as champion, I guess we'll have to take down the former champions, The Kingsguard with the number one contendership on the line? Maybe we can face the Bit Luchador and Hixx, again, when they win the titles. 

Hey Director....maybe we should start calling him TYSON, amirite?

(02-11-2026, 11:18 AM)YourHighnessofViolence Said:

Hey Director....maybe we should start calling him TYSON, amirite?

I will use your face like a toilet. Swallow to flush.

...............the only thing flushing right now is your integrity. If we both suck so much, why not put those anarchy belts on the line? Or are you lacking faith in the roller whores? Or are you chicken shit? If its anhy of these feel free to stop me anytime......

OOC: I actually requested off this Anarchy due to March Madness. I would be happy to put them on the line on a future show whether it be Anarchy or the PPV. Maybe it can be a three way dance?

Mighty Mite Lichter, what about that?

(02-11-2026, 01:19 PM)YourHighnessofViolence Said: ...............the only thing flushing right now is your integrity. If we both suck so much, why not put those anarchy belts on the line? Or are you lacking faith in the roller whores? Or are you chicken shit? If its anhy of these feel free to stop me anytime......

"HEY" Graves points in Bulkster. "Stop trolling the manager!" 

Eyebrow up. "Say, have you had anHything to drink tonight, miss? I don't think Elon allows workplace intoxication." 

Grin. 

"Might wanna scram." 

Now toothy. "Or..." 

Wipes a booger on the front plate of the Anarchy Championship around his waist. 

"Consultation role only?" 

Graves swings his hips like the rudest of Rick's.

(02-11-2026, 01:24 PM)Samael Dyson Said: OOC: I actually requested off this Anarchy due to March Madness. I would be happy to put them on the line on a future show whether it be Anarchy or the PPV. Maybe it can be a three way dance?

Mighty Mite Lichter, what about that?

OOC: Oh, that's totally fine. Yeah, cool with whatever.


IC: "You want fries with those Mc'Suse's?

Declaring for a non-title match.

"Lionel, this isn't a good id-"

"GN! TK M T TH CST SHT!"

...Gene sighs, before wheeling Lionel, still in his hospital bed on wheels up to the Anarchy sign-up sheet.

...

"MMHM."

Gene sighs before reaching into his pocket and taking out a pen. He slides it against the wires that are shutting Lionel's jaw.

"THNK Y"

Lionel masterfully, using only his excellently defined mandibles, toned from years of vocal warmups, draws his initals on the roster signup sheet.

I'm in.....

WEEEEEELLLLLLLL we are definitely ON TIME this time daddy! Woo! Put us in, coach, we're ready to play! Woo! Ain't that the truth Steely John??

OH YOU GODDAMN KNOW IT IS BABY! DANGEROUS DAVE AND THEMA N OF STEELE ARE ON THE PROWL, JACK! WOO! THESE SOFT SNOWFLAKE BAD BUNNY LOVING LIBTARDS CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS GRADE A USDA PRIME BEEF, DADDY! GOD BLESS CHARLIE KIRK AND FUCK ALL OF YOU! TELL 'EM DAVE!

The D-Grators are gonna rock and roll all over the Anarchy Tag division, starting right now!

WOO!

WOO!


WOO!

WOO!

WOO!

WOO!