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<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Leap of Faith 2017 RP Board]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Thu, 16 Apr 2026 08:42:55 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Underrated]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29553 Sat, 14 Oct 2017 00:02:38 -0700 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29553 Miami, Florida
Thursday, Partly Cloudy, 10am

Scully was walking down the road, no he wasn't, that wouldn't be very safe would it? Why do they say, I was walking down the road? I know it's not IN the road but still. Scully walked on the pavement with little Aston perched on his shoulders. Aston had his little Thomas the engine bag on his shoulders which had his clothes, juice, teddy, blankie, nappies and wet wipes, the usual toddler essentials. Aston was in his element way up high and was laughing every time his dad did a little jump, Astons little head bobbled around. Scully was taking little Aston home to his mother. They cut through a large park, Aston claps with excitement and points to the play area, "Daddy park?" Scully responds with regret, "Sorry mate, we can't. We gotta get you home to your mum."Tears welled from Aston's eyes now, his lower lip quivering... He then simply said, "Peas?" What Aston meant, was "please?" Skull looks up and begins to feel bad.

Scully sighs, he couldn't help himself, he gives in already. "Yes, okay but we gotta be quick." A cute smile emerges on Astons little face. Skull couldn't help but return the smile as he lifts his son from his shoulders and places him on to the floor. Skull takes Astons bag off him and carries it. Aston runs as fast as small legs would take him, they reach the gate to play area and Scully opens the gate for him. Aston runs straight to small framed ladder and attempts to get up, he looks at his dad for assistance. Scully simply places his son firmly on to the apparatus. Aston sits at the top of the slide and pushes himself down as he grins from ear to ear, Scullys phone rings. He takes his Samsung Galaxy S8 Edge out of his pocket and answers immediately when he sees Natalies name.

"Hello...."

"Where are you?"

"Just at the park by you..."

Whilst on the phone, Scully multitasked. He continued to lift Aston up so he could carry on going down the slide. Natalie heard him giggling

"Thought you had to get ready to go to Vancouver?"

"I DO but I couldn't say no to my little man. Actually did you and Aston want to come with me?"

"Erm... That sounds like an idea. Let me think about it... I'll let you know when you get here. Is that Okay?"

"Yeah sure. I won't be long."

"Okay, see you soon."

"Bye!"

With that the phone call ends. Scully places his phone back into his pocket, he smiled and he seemed chuffed at the thought of Natalie and Aston taking the trip to Vancouver with him. Scully took Aston by the hand and took him over to the toddler swings. The park was quiet at this time and Aston got a swing pretty easily. Scully places his little mate into the swing and begins to push his son who is overjoyed as he laughs with excitement. Skull pushes Aston higher and higher...

20 Minutes Later.....

Scully walks hand in hand up the drive of his old house, the home he shared with Natalie and his son, that they still occupy. Scully technically owned the house but because of his betrayal, he had to do the honoury thing and leave. Scully went to ring the bell but Natalie opens the door before he could. She looked stunning as ever and Scully stared in awe, he isn't shy to also look at her cleavage. Aston runs into the arms of his mum, she cuddles him tightly, kissing him on the forehead. Natalie says exactly the same thing Scully said to Alfie.

"Why didn't you just open the front door and come in?"

"Just being polite."

"You're silly! Come in then."

Scully follows after Natalie and Aston. Scully noticed a small luggage bag on the floor in the hall way, he was smiling inside. Natalie puts Aston in front of his train set and he begins to play. Skull follows Natalie into the kitchen, she turns the kettle on...

"Tea?"

"Yeah please.."

Natalie grabs a couple of mugs off the tea tree and places them on to the side, in front of the kettle. She places the tea bags in to the mugs and waits for the kettle to boil...

"So Mike, I've decided to come. I've gotten mine and Astons stuff ready as you probably guessed."

"I hoped you would."

"Don't get any ideas..."

"If you want, you have the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa..."

Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.

With its scenic views, mild climate, and friendly people, I'm sure they're all friendly yeah, NO dickheads live here. Sure thing, if you say so. Vancouver is known around the world as both a popular tourist attraction and one of the best places to live, apparently. Vancouver is also one of the most ethnically and linguistically diverse cities in Canada with 52 percent of the population speaking a first language other than English. Way to go.
Vancouver has hosted many international conferences and events, including the 2010 Winter Olympics and 2010 Winter Paralympics. Hey maybe

Scully could enter the Paralympics next time? Now we have the Xtreme Wrestling Federation presenting Leap Of Faith number 5, live from the Rogers Arena which is home to the Vancouver Canucks of the National Hockey League and hosted the ice hockey events at the 2010 Winter Olympics. The name of the arena temporarily became Canada Hockey Place during the Olympics. It was previously home to the Vancouver Grizzlies of the National Basketball Association from 1995 to 2001.

Scully, Natalie and Aston had arrived in Vancouver Thursday night after an 8 hour flight. It was a lot colder in comparison to Miami, Florida, that was for sure. Let's put it this way, all three of them wore a coat of some sort as it was cold in comparison to what they were used to. It was 29°C in the City of Miami and only 8°C in Vancouver. Sure it might have not freeeezing but there was still a bit of difference. When they arrived in Vancouver, they went to the hotel straight away to check in and have some rest. Pinnacle Hotel Harbourfront, was a 4-Star hotel and had decent reviews. Scully and Natalie were impressed with the service they had already and the hotel itself was really nice. Aston had been put to bed pretty quickly, he was quite tired. Scully was on the sofa with a blanket as he stared at the ceiling. Natalie was fast asleep, she was k.od as soon as her head hit the pillow. Suddenly Scully here's a grunting noise and the sound is coming from Natalies direction, he looks over to see Nat who begins tossing and turning. She was obviously having a dream of some sort. Scully wanted to comfort her but he wasn't sure of the reaction he would get. Natalies eyes open and she led there, seeming upset, a tear strolled down her face. Skull removed the blanket and walked over to the king size bed Natalie was sleeping in. He wore a T-shirt and lounge pants, something he hardly needed to wear back in Miami. He sat on the end of the bed as Natalie smiled at him.

"Are you okay?"Probably a dumb question considering the fact she was upset. Natalie replied quietly, "I'll be fine, thank you." Scully nods his head and is just about to stand up off the bed until Natalie reaches out and holds his wrist.

"Come in to bed with me?"

"Are you sure?"

Natalie smiles and nods in approval. It sure beat sleeping on that sofa. Scully lifts the duvet and takes a sneak peek at Natalies bare ass who had turned over. Natalie wore a purple, silky nightie and the back of it had risen up a little. Scully got into the bed and led on his back, Natalie turned back to face him and wrapped his arm around her so she could lie on his chest. Scully didn't say a thing, he just smiled inside and closed his eyes.

Friday, Mostly Cloudy, 2pm
Vancouver Aquarium

Scully wouldn't normally have been visiting the aquarium, had he gone to Vancouver by himself. Natalie was quite impressed with the fact Scully had suggested the family going there to visit the different sealife animals. Aston was excited when his mother and father had told him where they were taking him. In addition to being a major tourist attraction for Vancouver, the aquarium is a centre for marine research, conservation and marine animal rehabilitation.

The family took selfies, photos of each other and the sealife of course, as they took their time to see the frogs, dolphins, sharks, and the cute penguins! Natalie loved Dolphins and it was difficult to get her away fron them. When they were looking at the penguins, Scully made one his poor jokes which he actually read of a back of a penguin chocolate bar wrapper.

"What DO penguins wear when they visit the beach?"

"Here he goes... What is that?"

"Flipper-Flops"

Natalie slightly chuckled as Scully grinned, "Sad..." Natalie took the hand of Scully as they smiled at one another. It seemed they were getting on very well indeed. The addition of the "Discover Ray" exhibition lets you get really up-close with the sting rays. This place is both fun and educational for all ages! One thing I like is that all of the featured sea creatures (such as the False Killer Whale) on display is that they were rescued and being taken care of as they are determined to be non-releasable. That makes it more reasonable to keep them and providing a home for them. Natalie loved these Whales and felt quite bad for them when someone explained to them exactly that. After they had looked around the whole aquarium, Scully and Natalie took Aston into the gift shop to let him have a treat or 2. They always put these gift shops at the end of the attraction just so you had to walk through them to the exit. They were clever like that. So far Scully and Natalie had grown closer, they were smiling at one another and enjoying each other's company. Whether it meant they would re-unite would remain to be seen.......

"I need to speak to Vinnie Lane immediately. I mean of cause I want to be in this match, I want to win the 24/7 briefcase and I'm going to win it. But I thought this was a fight on top of the rafters? You know the same rafters, Sting would fly down with his baseball bat in hand, to take out certain enemies and save foes. The same rafters the late, great, the best Hart in Owen Hart fell to his unfortunate death. Not literally the same rafters by the way but similar none of the less. But what the fuck are opponents doing? I mean hey, Robert Main I found your nose, it was up Danny Imperials ass! Like previously stated Chris Chaos has been found guilty of sucking up to Jim Caedus.Now I think about it, although it won't be good to be up there with these sexually keen men and it certainly won't be good viewing. But I say let them have their orgy and I'll just toss them off... No. NOOOO.... Not like that, I'm not part of that. I meant throw them off! Had to re-word it there.

Did you guys hear what Danny Imperial said about me? He called me irrelevant? Where's the tissues? I'm going to cry, to be called irrelevant by some snot nosed kid is... Is ludacris. He's boasting he beat me, making out he used to be a rookie? You still are a rookie! There was nothing fresh about you before and there certainly isn't now. Just because you beat me with the help of Paul Heyman doesn't mean you're amazing. Just because you captured the shittest CHAMPIONSHIP the XWF has to offer in the TV title, doesn't make you some sort of God. Please tune in at LOF to see Danny Imperial as Superman..

Chaos claims he called me out when I was the Uni champ. I don't recall this, if you did, then you just wasn't worth my time, at the time. Hey I give you 1 star for the shocking puppet show you put on. What the fuck was that? It wasn't exactly Sooty and co or The Muppet Show was it? Oh wait it was cuz a Muppet was hosting it, in you, Chris Chaos. Another one that hates me.. Wahooooo... I fuckin love it!

Have you and Main been talking about me? Oh I hate this guy so much. I hate Scully. I'd hate me too if I looked like you two fannies! Dont hate the Scully, hate the game. "]]> Miami, Florida
Thursday, Partly Cloudy, 10am

Scully was walking down the road, no he wasn't, that wouldn't be very safe would it? Why do they say, I was walking down the road? I know it's not IN the road but still. Scully walked on the pavement with little Aston perched on his shoulders. Aston had his little Thomas the engine bag on his shoulders which had his clothes, juice, teddy, blankie, nappies and wet wipes, the usual toddler essentials. Aston was in his element way up high and was laughing every time his dad did a little jump, Astons little head bobbled around. Scully was taking little Aston home to his mother. They cut through a large park, Aston claps with excitement and points to the play area, "Daddy park?" Scully responds with regret, "Sorry mate, we can't. We gotta get you home to your mum."Tears welled from Aston's eyes now, his lower lip quivering... He then simply said, "Peas?" What Aston meant, was "please?" Skull looks up and begins to feel bad.

Scully sighs, he couldn't help himself, he gives in already. "Yes, okay but we gotta be quick." A cute smile emerges on Astons little face. Skull couldn't help but return the smile as he lifts his son from his shoulders and places him on to the floor. Skull takes Astons bag off him and carries it. Aston runs as fast as small legs would take him, they reach the gate to play area and Scully opens the gate for him. Aston runs straight to small framed ladder and attempts to get up, he looks at his dad for assistance. Scully simply places his son firmly on to the apparatus. Aston sits at the top of the slide and pushes himself down as he grins from ear to ear, Scullys phone rings. He takes his Samsung Galaxy S8 Edge out of his pocket and answers immediately when he sees Natalies name.

"Hello...."

"Where are you?"

"Just at the park by you..."

Whilst on the phone, Scully multitasked. He continued to lift Aston up so he could carry on going down the slide. Natalie heard him giggling

"Thought you had to get ready to go to Vancouver?"

"I DO but I couldn't say no to my little man. Actually did you and Aston want to come with me?"

"Erm... That sounds like an idea. Let me think about it... I'll let you know when you get here. Is that Okay?"

"Yeah sure. I won't be long."

"Okay, see you soon."

"Bye!"

With that the phone call ends. Scully places his phone back into his pocket, he smiled and he seemed chuffed at the thought of Natalie and Aston taking the trip to Vancouver with him. Scully took Aston by the hand and took him over to the toddler swings. The park was quiet at this time and Aston got a swing pretty easily. Scully places his little mate into the swing and begins to push his son who is overjoyed as he laughs with excitement. Skull pushes Aston higher and higher...

20 Minutes Later.....

Scully walks hand in hand up the drive of his old house, the home he shared with Natalie and his son, that they still occupy. Scully technically owned the house but because of his betrayal, he had to do the honoury thing and leave. Scully went to ring the bell but Natalie opens the door before he could. She looked stunning as ever and Scully stared in awe, he isn't shy to also look at her cleavage. Aston runs into the arms of his mum, she cuddles him tightly, kissing him on the forehead. Natalie says exactly the same thing Scully said to Alfie.

"Why didn't you just open the front door and come in?"

"Just being polite."

"You're silly! Come in then."

Scully follows after Natalie and Aston. Scully noticed a small luggage bag on the floor in the hall way, he was smiling inside. Natalie puts Aston in front of his train set and he begins to play. Skull follows Natalie into the kitchen, she turns the kettle on...

"Tea?"

"Yeah please.."

Natalie grabs a couple of mugs off the tea tree and places them on to the side, in front of the kettle. She places the tea bags in to the mugs and waits for the kettle to boil...

"So Mike, I've decided to come. I've gotten mine and Astons stuff ready as you probably guessed."

"I hoped you would."

"Don't get any ideas..."

"If you want, you have the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa..."

"Do Go Fuck Yourself"

We open with me in bed (because why not when two o' my "hard" promos in a row began the same?) with a woman this time in a room (where in the world is the room? who cares?) and the room has windows. Oh! And sunlight peeking through, can't forget the sunlight! We've all seen this set up a thousand times before and you CAN'T NOT have the intrusive romantic sunlight unless it's the ol' "wake with a start in a cold sweat" cliché. I guess I shouldn't use the word ol' by the way. Who talks like that with the exception of hundreds of thousands? What are accents? What are dialects? For that matter, what are foreign languages? We must all speak the same, robotically, as if we're typin' this all out and lack the mental ability to connect how people talk in real life with how to write people talking while under the impression it represents video footage of people talking in real life. Anyway, I'm an idiot. Also, like I narrated, I'm in bed.

Naturally, the sheets of this bed are strategically askew in such an "organic" fashion as to make this perfect 10 next to me (who but those who tell the truth ever display or speak of women they frolic with being anything less, am I right? Deceptive Douche-hi-five!!) tease the fuck outta my demo but also to give me a chance to get all romance novelist and not hardcore sexual with the concept seeing as this ho is just an actress, I'm so so gay and I need to let my back up of estrogen flow. By the way, this is as "brilliant" and "detailed" as I get with the exposition (unless this is a Jim Caedus promo which means he's gonna fuck me sideways INTO a glory hole to create the first ever real-flesh-feel double-ended anal and oral Glory Joel Living Cumdumpster. Yahtzee).

::Jim rolls over to face the camera::

"Oh Christ..."

"Can-it, Floyd."

::Jim, like Tala, is nude but ALSO strategically draped perfectly in sheets except for that which swings between his legs and cannot be contained...so...NOT strategically draped perfectly in sheets at ALL really. "Masterpieces" (not A masterpiece) "can't always be perfect though" a-hyuck! Gimme a gold star! I'm arrogant and sorta witty!::

"Well hi there, Danny Imperial, how's it hangin' over there at Generic Studios? Boy, you sure dropped the hell outta that "voices" gimmick after I shit-canned it, didn't you?"

'He sure did, the little limp dick dancing puppet. Like how he halted the poetry because you brought it up and would also destroy him with a new diss track.'

"Ok, technically, like Engy did with his "next genius move from dullard to professor", you went ahead and left your very legitimate psychological character-enhancer problem hangin' for now 'cause you're too good at this. And you tied it all up with a neat little cliffhanger "for a rainy day or next convenient usage, by the way I have problems with commitment" boyfriend-bow with Jackson (that whole relationship far too much like Thaddeus and right hand man Jim's protective buddy/big brother/underling angle to ignore) and the one-dimensionally-tossing-out-default-supportive-comments cunt at your side. Truly a dramatic tour de force you genius you. It's all so convenient too, reminds me of Maddy & Engy instantly shruggin' off the "drug hallucination" in favor of "now it's semi-comatose delusions"...or Dolly claiming she didn't fuck up her own age in promo by forgetting the birth date she chose to put on her application and personally uploaded, instead crying "no, someone else did it, it wasn't me, it isn't MY mistake"...or like YOU deciding the way you were portraying yourself before wasn't good enough so you decided to break kayfabe, like Engy, and start acting and talking like other people with greater success.

Poser.

Fake.

Hack."

"Jesus, Jim, easy."

'Really though.'

"Oh no...no "easy, Jim". Danny has this comin' and I'm playin' the "Caedus is angry" card with a "sly" bit of "Spoof me? Nah, spoof YOU!" and a speck o' "How's _this_ for smartass!?" now so back off!"

"A'ight."

'Much like Danny's gimmicks: And awaaaaaaay we goooooo!'

::Mental POOF::

::BVVVT::

"Oh...we all know what THAT means kids...it's a text notification!!"

from I Keep Trying to Beat Full-Throttle Caedus With His Own Devices

You're on a downward spiral...even though you've been putting in some of your best promo work yet.

"A downward spiral, huh? Well, why don't I just run away for months on end and come back swingin' other people's styles? Hey Danny, go fuck yourself."

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We cut jarringly and without warning to me on a beach (because why not after I cut from bedroom to beach in both my first two promos ((even if I added a gay breakfast nook tidbit between them the second time around)) just like I kicked both promos off with bedroom scenes to begin with. Duh) riding the Pacific. No specifics, just as generally randomly tropical and portrayed with as little effort (like how I play my racial background) as it can get because I'm better than you and I deserve to win. 'Cause fuck trying and those who do so, ESPECIALLY those with any amount of talent. I'm a douchebag like that.

I want everyone to note that I'm choosing to respond to my opponent's grand, colorful efforts with the typical ho-hum hotel resort and beach settings I just described and you now see here. Then I'm gonna go ahead and summon the balls to claim un-creative on ANYTHING my opponents upload that is not the norm (or AS standard as my own at times but with actual energy spent towards providing details to make it interesting for those who care and are actually looking to be entertained as opposed to those simply carrying out duties who want it as meh and quick as possible and would therefore hypothetically remove all incentive to be creative in a creative environment).

ANYWAY...

Currently I'm not simply lying on this aforementioned very vague beach, that's too lazy even by my standards. No, I go ahead and nudge it up a quarter-notch from "provided-pro-wrestling-promo-101 template" (add a pinch of "I'm popular with the girls too") to "another one of those vignettes"...and then, FUCK IT, quarter-notch THAT up to TWO chicks with me on the beach and NEITHER are "my sister-dearest"!

::Floyd pulls back to take in...

...Jessica Rabbit and the blonde bitch from the movie Cool World. Jim looks to the lens innocently::

"What? Tala said it's ok 'cause they're animated. Now, cartoon bitches, one of you massage me as a hot bitch massaging the male wrestler protagonist is not in any way a cliché notion and the other help segue me into my trash talk afterwhich I may or may not then criticize Danny for doing the same after he criticized me of doing the same."

"What," Jessica asks?

"Ok, YOU massage me Jess while...what's your name?"

"Holli Would."

"Holli huh? That's unfortunate. Hadda have the dead cheatin' ex-wife's name... Oh well, Holli, you segue for me."

"What's segue?"

"Sweet. Ok, the two o' you just stand there and look slightly slutty.

That's some diss game you got there Danny, what with spelling out me "reincarnating as a clown" instead o' sayin' somethin' halfway clever like Pantywaste to play off Pantywise. Panty-sniffer? That's it? What're you a 12- uh, I mean _13_ year old girl? I guess that's what makes me better at this than you. I'm actually a source o' creativity while you ain't shit but a "monkey see monkey do" mongrel forever sucklin' at the dick o' your rivals for some thick, salty, sampled filling. Reincarnate? Nah...I'll leave shit like that up to hyperactive ADD losers like you who seem to have an issue with completion and can't handle adaptation without goin' AWOL. You watch...guy like you's already proven that when things aren't alignin' juuuuust right for your spoiled ass, when you start seein' less success than you believe you deserve, you'll take off for a nice chunk o' time then waltz back in refreshed and ready for another temporary amount o' time. You know who sticks around, takes the hard times and works through 'em? Me. That's why I've accrued what I have in less than a year's time. I don't give up. You do. A fair weather contender like you ain't got the heart to snatch that 24/7 briefcase away from a guy like me."

"You know what Danny said about a guy like you, Jim?"

"Helluva recover off their fumble, Floyd. See, animated hookers, THIS is how you segue.

No, Floyd, what's Danny have to say about a guy like me? Do we have playback?"

"We do."

"Dope, let's hear it."

"You were supposed to be the man with the forked tongue, but lord if I hear another “O’” I might just have shoot Chaos through the skull. Enunciate, stress your consonants."

"No, Fanny Dimples "King o' the Assless Jammies", I will _not_ stress the consonant "f" in "of" all the time like some

golden-ruler-up-the-ass diction coach. YOU learn how to speak _outright_ asshole. Can't you put a sentence together with that well-stretched-like-Steve-Tyler-but-not-from-singing-from-fellating mouth o' _uh_ yours? "I might just have shoot Chaos through the skull"? No, "you might just have shoot _yourself_ through the skull" for so spectacularly receiving that foot-in-mouth "negative karmic" reaction smackin' you in the temple with twelve inches o' that philosophical rod. We always look the most hardcore when we fuck up a punchline by not speakin' clearly, ain't that right

? But then, if you did things the right way you wouldn't say in promo that you're half Polynesian after maintaining you're half Fijian and half Hindu like it says on your profile on the official site. All it takes is a cursory investigation, or a personal history with a whole lotta Samoans and Tongans, to discover that as far as Polynesian genetics go, Fijian are of substantially mixed blood including much non-Polynesian genetics. That'd make you a lot less than half Polynesian. How don't you know your own ancestry like Scully don't know his own name, Dolly don't know her own age and Engy don't know that to play stupid you hafta consistently SOUND stupid? Oh, right, fuck the details, devotion, BRAINS and research. "Is that really the peak of your ability?": hackneyed angles, refried settings, a few flacid insults and arrogance WHILST you accuse others of everything you yourself are an example of? Dipshit. Hire an editor or a ghostwriter, Meek Weak Mills, you sound like an imbecile."

::80s Cobra Commander enters frame rolling by in a Cobra Buzzsaw::

"Ssssssnap! How'ssssssss that for "forked tongue"? Call Zartan, thissssss guy'ssssss got sssssssssome ssssssseriousssssss shade!"

::And off he goes in pursuit of his Cobra Commanderly aims of demanding handsome ransoms from the world's governments with plans we all wanna see pan out::

"Well, it wasn't as good as Imperial's hilarious "leprechaun that escaped the IRA" haymaker but it'll do."

"Niiiiice. Shit, Danny, even Floyd's gettin' one in on you."

"I can't help it. He's so...so...unlikeable."

"I know, right? You see it, yeah?"

"I do see it."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, definitely. Hard to miss. His arrogance is only rivaled by the likes of Dolly Waters or Michael Bey."

"Apt as fuck right there. Cocky as a Chaos supper too (he eats dicks), him missin' the fact I predicted the subject of waaaay back meth use would come up in my opening vignette, squashed it, and he came at me with an old hat Level 1 meth insult anyway? As if his inability to, as exhibited earlier, string together a cogent statement don't speak to somethin' a tad more current and pervasive with HIM like a possible bath salts addiction." I look to the lens. "How's that avenue of attack comin' along, oh master o' _uh_ linguistic disaster? More importantly, how's my dick taste?"

"You know what I don't get?"

"What's that, segue?"

"How Danny tried cutting down your Promo of the Month nominated idea of using a cartoon character by saying something as self-revealing as it's useful in attracting child victims."

"That _was_ a bit sketchy wasn't it? Especially in a promotion where a 12 year old, oh I'm sorry, we're officially goin' with the lie, a _13 year old_ little girl is on the roster mixing with a pedophile in the past in this very same promotion. It's like Danny shares the same creepy mind with whomever thought _that_ was a good decision."

"The kinda mind that struggles with the concepts of fantasy and providing cartoon cameos for nostalgic purposes, arriving only at the conclusion that it must be pedophiIiac in nature?"

"The very same, Floyd. Thank you. While on the subject of that particular promo and how horrendously inaccurately Little Brown Sambo bitched about it, what was it he said Floyd?"

"He said it was a line by line dissection of his previous promos."

"Hm...that's odd. Besides my pointing out a couple mistakes he made in a couple lines in my diss rap, there ain't a single piece of evidence to support his claim. But, that's what you do when you're Dolly or Maddy & Engy or Danny Imperial, you botch like a fuckin' champ. If he wants surgical dissection, that's how I came at Chaos. You know what though Floyd, fuck's it matter if and when I use that tactic? I don't give a shit if Peter Gilmour, Dr. Psycho and Super Mario do that, I don't care if _Psycho Pete, Super Gilmour and Dr. Mario_ do it, I'll do what I do when I wanna do it and that's paid off for me pretty well thus far. Definitely a helluva lot better than Danny's first and second incarnations. Hell, the blow for blow approach (despised only by those who make enough mistakes that it becomes a useful strategy against them, losers) has been used by MANY names...includin' Dolly Waters in those build-up promos to the LL4 final, so cram that bird of paradise up your headhuntin' ass, fob. You ain't makin' me the exception you conformist suck-up, last I heard the XWF was still about freedom of expression. Go fuck yourself, nazi."

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Again, because I'm as uninspired as a pic of dogshit with the caption "Oh, poo!" attached and as lazy (and hypocritical) as an accusing-others-of-a-lack-of-creativity Danny Imperial back-to-back releasing promos with back-to-back bedroom fade ins and beachside cuts with the ham-handedness of a first year film student, we shockingly cut outta nowhere to me with my hair up in a super-sayan-esque fireball blowout, a navy blue gi and a big chain around my neck adorned with the red severed balls of my many victims. Not Pikachu heads because doing anything Pokémon related via not insults but _actions_ (like wearing anything related) at a grown adult age is beyond gay, making Danny, who already wears makeup to compete, a massive

who probably uses Pokémon as a way to attract dim-witted pot-bellied brown boys to his Tiki-Touchy hut 'cause referencing cartoons is pedo shit, remember?

I don't try to stifle any giggling because this concept isn't funny it's just too damn easy and sad but I'm the mighty Danny Imperial and I really do think grown men will find me amusing. Again, I'm VERY confused with my sexuality.

"Akuma beats Dhalsim. Mindless marionette...yes, do as I say brown servant, do as the white man orders. Jump, bitch. Dance, ho. Twerk your

ass outta that costume and get back to emptyin' out my loads in your mouth then spittin' it all back out like it's your own. I wanna see you as Ghandi next time. Do it! Do like Engy did and transform into a more Caedus-like persona with the speech patterns, the drugs and the crazy. Do like Dolly did and adopt my own pseudo-alliteration to use against me. Don't be you, Danny. There IS no real you. You're a pathetic sociopath who takes his act-right cues from those around him. You ain't shit but what any of us makes you. We own you. _I_ own you Danny."

::Scooby Doo meanders into frame::

"Romeone rust rot rucked rup rhe rass!"

"Indeed Scoob', 'cause the only joke in this match is Danny Imperial and the same punchline Dolly Waters was pushin' her entire stint from beginning to end: He's somehow "the best" for a few wins and before he's ever even held the fuckin' Uni strap like the four of us he deigns so "aptly" to jealously insult, the never-was sack o' shit. You'll never be a name like Jim Caedus, Danny, deal with it. I'd tell you if you wanna change that, "go hit up whatever it is you do to get your creative juices" flowing but at this point my cock's raw from the constant suction, punkass penis parasite. Go fuck yourself."

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::Spastic cut to Jim at a urinal::

"Sorry, I have to piss.

Hey Dan, instead o' doin' what you did with your "I camp the fuck out like a pussy to gather ammo then demand to know why I'm being kinda ignored in my opponent's promos so this is the part where I left off before viewing Jim's second promo and while I was building up trash talk" bridging maneuver...you could've _not_ waited like a bitchmade motherfucker OR instead tried disguising that obvious left-to-your-own-museless-devices camper's-bridge with a simple idea like this.

When you eventually kick rocks (like Dolly) again because somethin' came up that requires your departure, for example any substantial amount of losses, and you see yourself as another failed expirement, don't forget the guy you hate to love and love to hate that earned so much of your devoted attention."

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The scratching of what more than likely will turn out to be imperfectly delivered insults and obscenities into desktops. The ramblings of some fatheaded hack. "The flick of a lighter to light to probably light a cigarette" because Danny's narration said it and he tries so hard to impress the cool kids... It's pitiable he can't script out slick narrative lines without stumbling through them like a Chaos-stuttering buffoon but he's also an asshole so I'll definitely call him on it. Hasty, nervous fuck-up.

Yeah, fuck you Danny. You ruined "Little Green _Back_" (not Bag, that was an example of mass stupidity through the mondegreen phenomenon and everyone just went along with the fuck-up, like how you, Dolly and Engy ignore fucking up and roll with it via flimsy "updates" and denial) and Reservoir Dogs with that smegma and shit slathered still-born you thought was a scathing parody-of-using-parody in your second "hard" vignette. Wayta ruin it for those of us who could handle such an homage, amateur. Die.

Anyhoo...

Five heads arrive late for detention on this particular Saturday. We'll call them:

The Eat Shit Club...

...though many have taken to nicknamin' them...

The Hack Pack

2 are chicks but we don't need to point out which ones as Jim Caedus already established one weeks ago and the other he labelled first in these Leap of Faith vignettes and pushed it again in the second. Also, Danny (as ONLY the 3rd or 4th to do so out of the six of us but hey, he loooooves to follow suit) mentioned it as well.

To continue, one of the dudes is a limey. He's lazy, timid and knows his role is to sit back and let the big boys, the Americans, get to battling until he decides he needs to say something, ANYTHING to achieve phone-it-in status.

The second of the dudes looks just like Opie from Sons of Anarchy.

"And I'll go out like Opie too! I'm a pissy little sore loser who overreacts to competition with rash actions like dipping out with my clit between my legs for a good long while or ending a brotherhood with a guy who has been patiently waiting for some time to either tag with me or beat my sassy ass into the mat! I deserve to have my skull crushed," he hollers!

The Opie guy, so clearly in awe of and inspired by his until-now hero Jim Caedus through his appearance (wait for the avatar change, wait for iiiiiiit...or not) and the majority of his past actions and words, is also overrated as FAWK, and every bit as sucky as he wants to assume his yesterday-hero is. Finally, this default-angry-setting unwashed bag of fleas, participation awards and shattered dreams seemed to miss the part where Caedus actually went easy on him the first time around because Jim assumed, correctly, the guy was half

and felt bad about getting too harsh with him. This time Jim knows better. This time Jim DID get harsh with the half-

.

The third dude is really just a double-sided creature of lore, like a really stinky coin; one side: the disembodied cavernous bunghole of Danny Imperial. It pinches out whatever few nuggets of pyrite it thinks are gold then gapes awaiting any man, woman, beast or magically animated inanimate object to penetrate it but ALSO awaits anything it hears to suck in like air and fart back out. The other side of the coin is the disembodied blown out vagina of Danny Imperial. It also sucks in what it hears like air and belts it back out with a wicked queef but it also accepts the seed of more talented dicks then hocks up failed clone abortions like bloody loogies.

::The one Dino-Rider atop a T-Rex and Chaka riding Grumpy, both from Sid & Marty Kroft's Land of the Lost, crash through the wall of the detention room rumbling into frame with a banner stretched between them reading-

IF YOU'RE GONNA GO FOR IT, THEN GO FOR IT YOU FUCKING WIMP!!

Chaka tosses out a "Sahasa meesa töpa, Dammy!" which we can all assume translates to "Suck my coarsely-pelted ape-man nutsack, Danny." before the kick-ass prehistoric foursome wander back outta frame, smashing through the opposite wall. From his Principal's Office in Hell, Paul Gleason screams "GodDAMMIT!"::

There's a fourth dude in the back, the outsider here. He was already waiting when the tardy

arrived. He's the cliché and obvious choice for use as the badass of this story. Guys like Danny criticize this kinda choice and the choice of parody to begin with because they don't have the energy for anything other than swagger jacking, bed-to-beach set-ups, a whole lotta botching of line delivery and running away over failed gimmicks and losses. Shit...all of them but the limey of all people seem to be guilty of the last one in fact.

So anyhow...

Some bullshit ensues with the Hack Pack, they irritate the outsider, he pulls out a machete and lops off each head in turn before chopping the Danny Imperial Anus-Muff creature into itty bitty pieces and packaging it for sale as 3rd World surf & turf diced ham and clam.

Then the outsider rolls the corpses, pockets the money, puts on the stolen jewelry, walks off with someone's briefcase and triumphantly stalks across the football field thrusting his monstrously stiff cock to the heavens, tickling God's tootsies in the clouds, in victory.

::FREEZE FRAME::

::FADE TO BLACK::

"HAH! What, did you think I’d waste all your precious time with some weird analogy where all the characters are actually your opponents?"

"HAH! You don't have the TALENT to do so ACCURATELY, HACK and you ain't got the BALLS to TRY. But ain't that just like you: slap up somethin' popular, ruin it for everyone else, then FAIL at utilizing it correctly. Takes a real amateur to pull that off.

And no, Danny, I KNEW you wouldn't do something entertaining on such a grand scale but I DID think you'd actually put forth the same amount o' effort as I did in whatever dump you'd poop out. But you didn't. Instead you hastily threw together some mistake-and-cliché laden garbage that people who dislike me, like Main and Theo, approve of, and it hurts my feelings sooooo much too that they do too. Meh material that innocent parties who simply enjoy a smartass back and forth, like my boy Gilly, laugh at. Your C minus attempts may garner you some attention but you don't fool me and I ain't the guy who's gonna sit back and tell you "oh good job, Danny, goooood jooooob" like some dipshit parent encouraging his terrible son to crash and burn in an American Idol tryout when clearly you fuck your own shit up, you flat out copy other people's styles and you don't deserve a goddamn thing but a rude awakening in context with your ego like EVERYONE ELSE who AIN'T a King has to suffer."

"What is it you call that…. Creativity?"

"No, Danny, I call using a nickname like "The King of the Jungle" and utilizing the oldest metaphors in human history, recycled a hundred million times over, of "I'm a lion, or a tiger, and you're my prey or inferior rival" creativity. I call opening two promos in a row in a bedroom creativity. I call secondary beach scenes in two promos in a row creativity. I call you bein" "FIJIAN/HINDU" but CHOOSING to play it American made, you IMBECILE, creativity. I call LITERALLY havin' a big box of crayons at your fingertips but you insist on coloring with grey and that's it, creativity. I call dropping a persona and style to run away and return months later sounding like other people creativity.

Danny Imperial...you wouldn't know creativity if it dove between your spread asscheeks wearing brass knuckles and knocked some sense into you from the inside.

You're a wealthy pro-wrestler on a beach with chicks in promos. That's almost as bad as the predatory animal metaphors on the concept of un-creatively cliché. I'm creative enough to at least make scenes interesting then sew in some cartoony/spoofy/dramatic/full on diss rappy shit to kick it up a notch. Fuck have you done? Nothing but the typical with an oversaturation of snippets o' you and usually your gay crush Leo makin' faces as if we ain't already watchin' you on video making those same faces you complete moron. Are you legit fuckin'

? Oh, and let's not forget your latest incarnation of "creativity" with the multiple gifs o' middle-fingerage like that's "cool and edgy" and NOT a talentless, bitter ever-middle school runt's wet dream. It's pathetic."

"What, are we in the business of parody film making?"

"No, most of us are in the business of sports entertainment and...uh...last I checked, parody falls under the category. You, Danny, like Dolly, you're in the business of "the world revolves around me" and everyone else sucks. You're in the business of copying others then accidentally copying YOURSELF with two back-to-back bedroom-to-beach promos. You're in the business of trolling because you're a sad little loser. Oh and by the way...keep talkin' shit on parody as The Simpson's Treehouse of Horror series ain't highly anticipated every year and both Family Guy and South Park definitely never wield the concept to applause. Do you think before you speak Danny? No, of course not, you're not a fuckin' ignorant player hater copycat dunce, you're right about everything. Dumbass."

"How many fucking identical promos am I going to have to watch where you're the bully, or Chaos is the bully-"

"I don't know Dan, how many fucking identical set ups of bed to beach am I gonna hafta watch in just YOUR promos for the one match? Relating to multiple people's promos, as you were, how many fucking identical beachside pro-wrestling promos are every. Single. Fan. And. Competitor. gonna hafta watch in their LIFETIME? Please continue, hypocrite..."

"-where you’re the bully, or Chaos is the bully, I’m some little kid itching to get his manly parts fondled?"

"There you go again Dan, bringin' up gay pedophilia apparently as if it's on your mind 24/7. You really are just a boiling brown pot of criminal faggish ain't you? Piece o' shit...

And for the record, generalizing my horror film parody role with "bully" is asinine. It's October, jackass, and of course I'll be playing the coolest part in a horror picture. Nice cut on Phantom Panzer, that's creativity in action right there. Why not drop a diss on Gilly next 'cause targeting Oz, GT, PP and Gilly are things NO ONE does in the XWF. GotDAMN you a follower ass, TRUE BULLY, tryin' to impress, fuckin' copycat poser loser. Go fuck yourself."

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When the p.o.v FADES IN I'm standing atop my warehouse in Palm Springs wherein I've established many times since April that my employees grow ludicrous amounts of high grade medical marijuana, a much cooler and more creative "I'm rich and I got a bid'ness" concept than Danny Imperial's bullshit hotel located on some random island on the map but technically nowhere on the map because remember, Danny don't give a damn about details, reality and effort. Danny don't give a shit about the fans and has no respect for others who work at it. Danny uses concepts like his "racial background" and "owning a hotel" as paper thin veneer to satisfy the bare requirements needed (a body, a name and a persona) to just get to the trashing of others and calling THEM un-creative.

"Is it entirely safe that we're up here, Jim? The ceiling won't cave in beneath us or anything, right?"

"No Floyd, the only people who run the risk o' fallin' to their deaths are the five fucksticks darin' to join me high above the ring in the rafters at Leap of Faith. Oh and I suppose, since _I'm_ not allowed to guarantee victory, so do I."

"You gonna cover what Danny said about Tala, Jim?"

"You mean the hard-hitting everyone-says-the-same-shit multiple insults of her bein' a whore and stupid...STUPID...when Danny's own stable o' sluts are heard to speak like this-"

"I came back to rescue your name, our name, not watch as you to allow the all these past editions of sports illustrated come in and spit all over his memory."

"Holy fuckin' shit...what??

And you call _Tala_ brainless, Danny? Wow. I guess it's lucky you don't script for your ancillary cast members or you'd look like a mushmouth stuttering nervous half-wit a lot like Chris Chaos... Wait, you DO look like a dummy who can't help but stumble over his words when you talk JUST like Chris Chaos. I've already shown examples in fact. And the two o' you both thought this whole match was about you as well... Shit, Dan, like Dolly the deeper she gets in debate with Caedus, the more you say the more ironically insipid you sound.

Know who else you remind of?

You remind me of a pathetic no life having semi-juiced-in hack who lies, lacks the ability to argue like an adult, copies off rostermates (like he's daring them to call him out on it, the fuckin' entrapping pig) and whatever else he thinks is cool material/styling yet thinks he's so much better than everyone else (especially those he mimics) to the point that he snubs his nose at any kind of attention, honor and respect others get with his belief only HE and those he sucks up to deserve it. Unless it's him versus those people and then, of course, he deserves it solely but he'd DARE NOT say it to their faces. A douchebag who don't deserve respect because he shows none, a dick who severely needs his fuckin' bones beaten to fracture far removed from the ring and out on the streets o' real life. The type o' pussy ass player hater who would be ENABLED to act like that, rewarded and supported by other juiced-in loser

who do such things while continually makin' it apparent this entire promotion is all about THEM. Which would mean, in whole, this world and all the people haphazardly traipsing in and signin' on that dotted line believing it to contain LEGITIMACY all exist to placate these few assholes as if OUR lives, dreams and desires don't matter. Funny...the person you remind me of brought these same feelings of corruption outta me in the finals of Lethal Lottery 4. Go figure and Danny...that ain't good. You also remind me of the same asshat who repeatedly drops names like Steve Davids (when he's not around) and Madison Dyson (and thinks no one not in the know is smart enough to notice the connection), THEORETICALLY sucks up to names ending in Pryce and Duke, talks shit on names like Samuels and Maddy behind their backs then most assuredly kisses their asses in person because you're THEORETICALLY a shady, behind the back shit talking, faking, trap setting twat. The kind o' coward who lies about "Ok hold up, I'll start sending you ideas" then goes ahead and uploads two vignettes behind the waiting back anyway and doesn't get punished for it. "Miscommunication" my maggoty mother, dickwad. What was there to misunderstand in "I'll start sending you ideas"? The fact that it was a complete lie to begin with? Then yeah, there was a miscommunication over me believing you.

Yeah...you remind me of all that, Danny Imperial, Mr. Fijian/Hindu-for-a-dash-of-flavor but Mr. conveniently New York born-because-you-either-can't-handle-the-pure-racial-complexity-and-/-or-are-too-fucking-lazy-to-try. I don't give a shit what your opinion is of the strategies I utilize in promo; promos don't win matches as one of your Gods Theo Pryce would say, and I wouldn't give a shit if they DO and things _I_ say, ways I go about word warfare or my targeting is seen as "unfair" "bad karma" or a "low blow" when I deal with nothin' BUT from my opponents, some of which, like you and Engy, are patted on the back for doing so. Double standard ass bully bullshittery's what _that_ is. People like you, Danny, don't deserve, don't earn, success...you steal it like cinema, film and it's equipment were all stolen from hardworking truly creative and inventive minds and hands before pictures went color. You don't deserve applause because you pick and choose what you five-finger discount in style off others then bash what you didn't decide to sample like quirks in the vein of " o' " and other ways someone like me decides to convey differentiating speech where others don't, making me, what you despise, unique and different. Nah Danny...you don't deserve success, status, titles, victory...you deserve to get short-booted back in time with a Las Vegas Musical Festival ticket, a serious jones for Jason Aldean and a case of amnesia. Too soon? I don't give a shit. I'm a villain, cocksucker. I'm Jim Caedus. You stab at me, I launch shells at you. You cry to the heavens you're the best because you ain't. I'm better than you, Danny. Hate on my shit all you want while you offer naught but the standard and old hat. You say you wanna be the one to send me packing? Christ I pity you and those like you. Kill yourself, it's much quicker than a drawn out life of preying on others like a power hungry control freak troll. Go fuck yourself."

"See? Even my usage of internet shit beats yours straight to hell and I can say that because I ain't some punk pussywhipped wuss like you who probably pathetically pays for random bitches' drinks at bars and empties his bank account at Cons 'cause the hot hooker bait by the more expensive booths drew your weakminded ass in. Be a fuckin' man, geek, I ain't impressed with your Elias Douchecooze play and you ain't gangsta or edgy. You ain't shit but a watered-down version o' those you worship. Now BOW DOWN and pay homage to one of 'em, peasant. Caramel-skinned shit-serf. Bring in my crop and pay me your "hard-earned" coins, you've rented my style long enough and I demand compensation before I decide to repo the air outta your lungs and flush your fishy dubious ass down the toilet like your slut's heavy flow discarded tampons. You ain't stoppin' me from claimin' that 24/7 briefcase, no one is. You've had your little "rebirth" spectacle...now's the time to move aside, right off the side o' the rafters, while I collect. Don't like it? Don't care. Oh and please, do go fuck yourself."

Roll.

Credits.

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and felt bad about getting too harsh with him. This time Jim knows better. This time Jim DID get harsh with the half-

Roll.

Credits.

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Title: Leap of Faith Weekend! <3
Mood: Feeling anxious and excited
Author: Miss Michelle

HELLO Michelle-STAN’s! I know it’s been a hot minute since I have shot one of my video blogs and I am so sorry about keeping you all waiting. You know me, I have been working on perfecting the bombshell’s divisions over in XwF and making sure I’m the best champion I can be. It’s so exciting that this weekend is the weekend of Leap of Faith. My very first official XwF’s pay-per view and I am looking forward to defending my title. I have a lot to prove in terms of being champion. It’s nothing to do with Madison, Mercy, or Jenny. I just feel like I have to show management how serious I am about being their poster child for the bombshell’s division.

As you all know, it’s a bra and panties match. Oh my God, right!? I haven’t been in one of these matches in like years! I thought the old bra and panties match was outdated a long time ago. Anyway, it’s a bra & panties match and it’s not changing anytime soon. You can bet your pretty little asses that I will be speaking to management about these stipulations getting the axed very soon. We don’t need to degrade ourselves for the fans’ enjoyment. The fans don’t even want to see women degrade themselves. They want to see women elevate their division to the next level and to new heights. Comment below, if you agree or if you prefer a bra and panties match.

Along with working out and hitting the ring to shake off the rest of my ring rust, I have been google searching both my and Jenny’s names. I found some very provocative photos of us and well, I wanted to do a little poll. We can call it; the Leap of Faith pose off! Feel free to cast your votes in the comment section below and do not forget to subscribe to my channel! If you prefer Jenny over me, no hard feelings. Just get off my damn page! Haha, I kid; I kid! I know some people prefer fake blondes over natural red heads.

So, what do you think guys and girls? I have never been a lesbian or even bisexual, but Jenny Myst is pretty cute. Then again, she does have her mouth closed in that photoshoot and if she’s not running her gums, she’s not that bad looking. Some women look at these kind of matches as a humiliation and it is for the loser in most instances. That’s partly why I am looking forward to it because I really want to humiliate Jenny Myst. I want her to feel so bad after being stripped and beaten down like the dog she is that the experience will humble the hell out of her. I want her to stop calling me out of my name because it’s getting sickening. I don’t go around calling her a stupid bitch or dumb twat. I use a real vocabulary to attack her and I think that seems to be the icing on the cake for me. She cannot seem to follow, nor comprehend my logic because her mind is too simple. Poor girl!

Anyway, this blog isn’t about Jenny Myst; it’s about all of you guys! It’s about giving you guys and girls a special treat. I hope after Leap of Faith, I am still your Bombshell’s Championship because I’m not finished representing the division. I’m not quite done being on top. My title says a lot. It says more than just I’m number one in the division, but it also says I’m the alpha female. It says I’m the dominant female of the XwF and I am not finished with being the alpha female or dominant female. I like being everybody’s target. I like girls trying to get under my skin and attempting to take me out by a vicious attack from behind. It makes me feel important. I don’t think these women would give me the time of day, if I wasn’t the Bombshell’s Champion. Nobody even recognized me when I first signed my contract. They thought I was just another valet for my husband. They didn’t look at me as a threat, but then I won my first match. My first title match too!

This championship represents me rising to instant stardom. I go from a XwF’s noob to a future legend in a blink of an eye! It was truly a Golden Opportunity that put me on the map. Even though I’m the champion, every title match I engage in turns out to be another Golden Opportunity. It gets me one step closer to being in the top fifty. I know, these guys have been in this company for a long time, but if I keep doing what I am doing… if I keep being successful in the ring, I will eventually get my name mounted in gold. Jenny claims she doesn’t care about being in the top fifty, hundred, and so on, but I think she does. Why else would she be here? Why else would she have used Chris Chaos to propel her own career? She picked a legend to leech onto because she wanted to be a legend herself. She’s not only lying to everybody, but she’s also lying to herself. It’s time she stops doing that because lying to yourself is only going to take you backwards ten steps. So, take that as a moral lesson for you boys and girls. Always be truthful with yourself because you never know what tomorrow holds for you.

One more thing. I guess you have to be careful what you say because some “political” figures take great offense to alleged threats. I’m not going to mention names, but there’s a Trump supporter among us in my division, who had secret service knocking at my door and questioning certain things I said regarding her. All I said was I don’t recall making any threats over a person’s well-being, but I did make promises about beating the unholy hell out of somebody, if she tries to stick her nose in anymore of my agendas. She’s going to be singing another tune and begging for me to make her relevant. When Trump is out of office in three years, that bitch is going to be out of office! She’s going to be filling out an application at Trump Towers as the head housekeeper! All I’m saying kiddos is be careful what you say, especially when the person is hiding behind secret service!

You also always must take chances. Look at me, I’m taking a leap of faith when I step inside the ring with Jenny in a one on one match. I’m hoping and grasping onto my leap of faith that I walk out the say way I walk in—with my Bombshell’s Championship! Hold on tight boys and girls because this is going to be a very bumpy ride!

Xoxo,
Miss Michelle

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Am I a good girl or am I a bad girl? I’m just good at being bad? Then again, I can be all the above. Sugar and spice: and everything nice! Jenny thinks my whole good girl act is an act, but it’s really not. I just stay true to myself because if you’re not true to yourself, you can’t possibly find true happiness. Jenny enjoys getting by calling other women: “bitches, cunts, pussies, twats, and fucking losers.” She thrives on insulting her competition because she lacks an education. She said it herself, she’s just a stupid, drug using, pole dancing, and STD-infested whore who just managed to make it big by screwing Chris Chaos. The one thing Jenny Myst will never be is a real lady. Jenny will never understand how a woman should be treated and respected. Jenny cannot wrap her mind around this idea that all women are totally equal to men and it’s truly sad how she’s been programmed over the years. It’s not entirely her fault because it’s the upbringing. There I go, striking nerves of Jenny Myst because I keep going back to when Jenny was a little girl. Jenny started to spread her legs when she was eight years old, just so her mother could afford a line of coke on a weekly basis. She grew up thinking cum was used as lotion that was good for her skin. Jenny was a cum dumpster before she even knew what a cum dumpster was. Jenny and I are as different as night is to day. I feel truly blessed that I came from a loving household. I had a mother and father who loved each other very much as well as their children. I came from a family that emphasized the importance of an education. I was the perfect child, student, learner, and athlete. I have many talents when it comes to athletics, so much they even show through when I’m inside the ring. I excel at kickboxing, boxing, football, basketball, karate, kung-Fu, and softball. You name it, I tried it. If I loved it, I kept doing it. I’m a person of passion. Somebody who has a passion won’t be swayed by a nobody, Jenny. You might be a nobody in the world, but you are something to me. You are a Miss Michelle-STAN!

I always knew you were a true Miss Michelle-STAN Jenny, but after watching your last promo, which by the way was a total bore. It was just the same stale material you tend to use week in and week out, I have reached the conclusion you’re absolutely obsessed with me. I know why you’re obsessed with me and that’s because you want to be just like me. You want to embody every classification of myself. You want to live my life. You want nurturing and love parents that you’ve never had. You want a loving and supportive husband. You want the Bombshell’s Championship. You want a real wrestling career. Everything I have you want. I get it on. You figure by quoting me not once, not twice, but four times you think you can succeed at replacing me. Even if you managed to replace me, that’s all you will ever be Jenny. You will be just a replacement. Nobody likes a wannabe carbon copy of somebody else because the original copy is always the better copy. Do you realize something between us? While you’re constantly quoting me and trying to dissect my words, I very rarely, if ever, quote you? Do you know why Jenny? Nothing you say is worth repeating. Your thoughts are all shuffled in that teeny weeny little brain of yours. You don’t have any logical. You’re just an irrational piece of crap. The perfect way of describing you, Jenny would be comparing you to the precise time that shit turns white.

Jenny, you did say something that had some truth to it. FINALLY! Praise the lord, Jenny Myst actually said something with some substance. Oh my God, I think I am going to die of shock! When I was talking about the champion’s lifestyle. What its liked to being a champion and the pressure any champion feels when coming up on a defense. There is a substantial amount of pressure to constantly do better than you did in the last match, but by no means is that a bad thing. Well, not for me at least. Pressure makes me better. When the pressure is on, my game face goes on. I always have a game plan going into matches. Do you really think I would be half as successful as I am, if I didn’t have game plans for matches? Even the likes of you deserves a game plan. These fans deserve a game plan. Jenny, I don’t reveal my secrets. There are some things people should keep to themselves. My game plan will be revealed when I walk into Leap of Faith to defend my title. You won’t have enough time to come up with a reversal or counter. I highly doubt you have the abilities to be able to master my game plan in that short amount of time. Face it Jenny, you’re the one who is lacking a game plan. You’re the one who has been thrown off the radar by my surprising recovery. You are going to be the one who chokes under pressure. You see Jenny, while a champion does have the pressure of performing to the best of their abilities, the challenger has an extreme amount of pressure as well. You have shown many times before that you and pressure don’t mix well. Once again, you’re going to show us just how not well you do when the pressure is looking you dead in the eyes.

Jenny, I’m a strategist and I’m always thinking about the future. I’m always thinking about my next big challenge. I’m always sitting in front of my flat screen television and watching my opponents’ past promos and matches. I’m taking notes and studying every little thing about them. I’m looking at how they handle confrontations. I’m looking at how they handle themselves in wicked situations. I’m looking at how they do reversals. When they go to attempt their finishing move. All that is important to the psychology of the ring Jenny. Jenny, you see why I call you irrational? You don’t focus on the psychology of your opponents; you are strictly acting on impulses. How many times do I have to tell you that before it will sink you? You want to be the champion, but you forget one of the most important factors of this match is the psychology of your opponent. It’s all about getting inside your opponent’s head and guess what Jenny?

I’m inside yours.

You might not believe it or even openly admit it, but it’s true. I am inside your head right now and I have you so bent out of shape, you can’t see straight. Everything I have said about you has been deemed right. I have you pinned to perfection and that Jenny is true perfection. Not the flawed move you call Pink Perfection neither. It’s going to be even more perfect when I beat you in the middle of that ring. It’s going to be Heaven on Earth as I am standing in the middle of the ring, handed my title and raising it in the air for all my fans to see why I am the greatest Bombshell’s Champion. I can tell you right now that you won’t be able to handle another defeat. You’re not going to be able to swallow the defeat to me this week. This week is different. This week is your third attempt going for the title and even though they say, “the third’s time a charm,” it’s not going to ring true for you at the Leap of Faith pay-per view. The fact you’ve finally found somebody who you just cannot pin or beat is going to eat you up inside. It’s going to deteriorate your insides until you have nothing left Jenny. Jenny, this defeat is going to send you into a spiral overload and the results are going to send you back into a drug frenzy. Go right ahead Jenny and stick those needles in your arms, between toes, and in your ass. You are and always will be just an old junkie!

Jenny, I’m always ten steps ahead of you and everybody else. I have already told you I have faced bigger and better opponents in my seventeen years as a wrestler. I have been the headliner of many women’s divisions and I even headlined whole organizations. For a woman to manage to break through the glass ceiling and win a World Championship says a lot for the individual. By no means was it simple. The easiest victory I have ever had was my XwF’s debut. When I defeated Abigail, and won the Bombshell’s Championship, I couldn’t believe how simple it was. I thought there was no way management could have believed Abigail was going to lose the match. She was an impeccable asset to this division and then I made her look like a weakling. I made her look like she didn’t belong. Then, I started questioning why couldn’t you have beaten her, if you’re as good as you say? If you’re truly a legend Jenny, you should have had no problems at King of the Ring. Do you know what happened at King of the Ring? The pressure got to you. You buckled over Jenny. You couldn’t handle it and you were sweating profusely. Do you remember when I first made my appearance? I was sitting front row watching the title match. I saw everything and that includes your flaws. I didn’t see a legend that night Jenny; I saw somebody who wanted to win, but just couldn’t manage to master the art of her opponent. Abigail got inside your head just as many other people have gotten into your heads. Tala and Jaslene have gotten into your heads. Your ex-boyfriend is inside your head. I’m inside your head. When you lose the mental game, you lose the physical game too Jenny. This is why I will remain ten steps ahead of you because I have your number.

Nothing about this match scares me. I don’t have nightmares over you, Jenny. I am very confident going into this title defense because I do have your number. If I didn’t, or if I was unprepared, then I would have been worried. I keep up on you. I study you like a book and read everything very closely. I see the irrationality in your eyes. I see the predictability of you. You’re not nearly as unpredictable as you think you are. You place yourself up on this platform looking down on everybody, but we are all looking down at you. We are just looking down on you and shaking our heads in disgust. We are royally sick of you, but by no means does disliking you or tired of your crap translate into hatred. Hatred is a very strong and ugly word. If you need me to define for you what dislike and hate mean, I can do that. I can even give you examples of both, so you can finally understand my words. Obviously, you have been using too much bleach on your hair for too long because you have no brain cells left. Your long-term memory is shot and I’m sure you never had a short-term memory. You might have a piss poor memory, but after I beat you at Leap of Faith—you are always going to live with that memory. You are always going to see my face when you think about the bombshell’s division. You are always going to hear my name when you think about the Bombshell’s Championship.

I will continue to keep this title polished up and clean because I’m very OCD when it comes to germs and dirt. I love my most cherished possessions to be kept up and tidy. I do take a lot of pride in this title and wear it like an accessory because it’s more than just a title for me. It’s proof I have what it takes to beat women of the new era of professional wrestling. I still have what it takes to represent a large body of women athletes. Do you know why the entire division is rooting for me to win? They want me to win because they like having a respectable woman represent them. They know they have somebody of dignity, class, and respect: and not some worthless little bitch who is known for only running her mouth. Every woman you’ve managed to defeat and every woman who defeated you will be watching this match, just like little Becky from your past will be watching this match. They have money on me! They all have their bets locked in and I’m going to make a lot of people very happy when they go to cash in their tickets because those who vote on Miss Michelle will be deemed a winner! You never go against the one with the golden ticket! I hope you’ve cleaned your panties real well because we don’t want you to have any skid marks down the back of them. That would be a totally different kind of humiliation if the fans see just how dirty you really are!

Anyway, continue to quote me… idolize me… want me… desire me… dream about me. It’s what you do best. You and your obsession to be Miss Michelle is just so cute! Much love to you, little Jenny Myst, aka the new version of Kandi Washington, and thank you once again for being my number one Miss Michelle-STAN It’s so great to know you still look up to me after all the back and forth we have had over the course of this month. May all your dreams outside of XwF come true because after Leap of Faith, you will be one foot out the door! And maybe one day, you too will live the life of a real lady!

Oh my God, even I couldn’t say that while keeping a straight face! Jenny Myst and a real lady? Those two concepts don’t belong in the same sentence with each other! Anyway, I’m done with you officially and I think now I’m going to go celebrate. An Oreo cookie sound great right about now.
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Title: Leap of Faith Weekend! <3
Mood: Feeling anxious and excited
Author: Miss Michelle

Steve Sayors caught up with Jenny as she walked into the arena for her pre-show warm ups. He had just finished an epic reverse interview with Chris Chaos and now wanted to get a final chance to speak with his spurned ex-lover.

"Jenny.....Jenny Myst! A quick word!"

She rolls her eyes. "Make it quick, Steve. I have greatness to get to."

"Many people think Michelle just beat you into submission with her latest EPIC promo that she did at the house show. I am sure you've seen it at this point. You're thoughts?"

Jenny laughed sarcastically to herself.

"It is funny that Michelle called her promo the New Voice of Self-Entitlement. She certainly is. She thinks she is all that. She is just another person who is trying to run me down and shove my face in the mud. She has tried to drag my name around and slander me, but the truth is, she is perplexed by me. She doesn't know what to make of me. She doesn't know how to approach me. With Abigail, she had an approach, she had a game plan. With me, she is clearly scrambled. I mean........

"I challenged and competed against a woman who even you couldn’t beat you"

What? That you couldn't beat you? Yet she worries about ME worrying about HER words? Why wouldn't I when she is making is just so easy? She is rushing to get as much out about me as she can because she knows her time is limited. She knows I am the woman to beat around here and it makes her itch. She can't handle it. Need it be said AGAIN that SHE called ME out. She saw it. We all saw it. She knew I was the pinnacle. You only have haters when you have fans. They hate me cuz they ain't me, plain and simple"

"They certainly aren't. I have been a fan of yours for a while. We have had our ups and downs, for sure. But, she did make some valid points that other people have brought up. Do you think maybe she has a point?"

Again Jenny rolled her eyes.

She has had to fall back on other people's words, and relate it to her own. What Chris said sucked, who would like that? But I powered through it. I didn't let it get to me. He is saying what he needs to say. I am focused on me for the first time in a long time, and I am happy. Who wouldn't want that?"

"You have said that Michelle is self-absorbed, and she has said it back to you. You two have had perhaps the most intense back and forth by any two women in this company, ever. Even if you lose this match, is it a moral victory knowing you stood toe to toe?"

'The title is only a materialistic item and it has very little meaning to a person’s self-esteem.' [i]Not when you're me. Not when the only victory you have had in your life is picking up more singles on stage than the girl who went up before you. This title will mean that I am the best of the best and it will be viable proof. All Michelle has are words, but no real substance to back it up. This will be my PROOF. Sometimes, the proof is in the pudding, is it not?"

"Great, now I'm hungry".

"Look....I am not going to dissect every word that Michelle said. She read back an entire novel out there in the ring, and sifting through it is just too much wasted energy. How much of what she said is actually valid? It is all the same meandering crap everyone else said. Tala Sugay, Abigail,Chris.....but I am still standing here talking to you as confident as ever. I am going to be the next Bombshell Champion and if you're lucky I may invite you to the coronation on Savage. I expect to see you after Leap of Faith for an exit interview of sorts."

"I look forward to it........Jenny Myst everybody!"

"Thanks."]]> <![CDATA[The Phoenix Rises RP 4]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29581 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 23:52:34 -0700 Barney Green]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29581

We are gonna take those Tag Titles away from The Kings™. It's funny how quiet everyone has been. Even my own Tag Partner but I am not worried. I got no problem leading us to victory. They were expecting an easy victory but I will not let that happen. You wanna beat me. You wanna destroy me. I am a man with nearly a decade of experience stepping into the ring. This isn't my first rodeo. Through every battle I have fought, I may not have always won and it becomes a bit of a joke. I have learned from each fight.

I look at my iPod and I got "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benatar playing through my ears as I get ready to do what needs to be done. I got my gear ready for this fight. Everything is out on the table. The blood that is gonna spill. I am ready to die for this. The nervousness is gone as time draws near. Nothing left to fear because I know that if I die during this battle, I will be brought into a world of paradise above.

The Goddess will make sure nothing goes wrong and all will be well. When it comes time for a match like this. I look to the heavens up above and seek guidance. I know what needs to happen and I will do the will of the Earth Mother.

I talk about being an evil man which I am at times when it comes to fighting for what's mine and those belts are mine. I thank you, Tyler Cross. You have renewed a fire within me and you were the only person that was ready to join the fight. The revolution that has started from within the company.

Not even James Raven could do what we are gonna accomplish and he is perhaps the greatest wrestler in the world. I respect him a lot more nowadays than I did in the past. I am in the best shape of my life right now and my knee isn't hurting as badly as it usually does.

Taping up my knee as I get ready for this battle. Taping up my wrists in preparation. Getting ready to break out the face paint that my mentor wore in times of battle. This isn't the Barney Green of old. I am not a nice man when I see the evil that is afoot.

I slowly paint the right side of my face looking like a warrior because I am a warrior. I am a warrior of many wars and battles. I will do everything I can. I promise you that.

The difference between me and most people is I can honestly admit my faults as a person. I have drunk so much beer and done irreparable damage to my body through the years of partying and unprotected sex with some random tranny I picked up at the bar.

I am the guy who paved the way for many. I never hid who I was. I am perhaps one of the first openly bisexual wrestlers in this industry. Never hid that from anyone. You wanna talk about the size of my dick. It doesn't even matter because I would never even let you suck it. You aren't even worth that. Maybe I lived a little too hard and got old looking pretty quick.

I have found the peace within myself and I am content with my actions of the past. It's not what a man does in the past. It's what a man does now. Theo Pryce and Doctor Louis D'Ville are both gonna see what Tyler Cross and I are capable of once that bell rings.

Remember, The niceness disappears from me once the match starts. I am not a nice guy in the ring. Look at the abuse I have put my body through. If I am willing to do that to my body, Imagine what I am willing to do to you.

Time is slowly fleeting away and I am not scared. We are gonna take that Leap Of Faith and there isn't another man I would want in my corner. You have impressed me, Tyler Cross. I am proud to call you a friend and no matter what happens out there, I respect you.

The Kings™ try anything and I will be on them like bug spray on boll weevils. Taking out the trash. They will never intimidate or bully me. The only reason I did that to The Engineer is I am a man of my word. I lost the match to John Samuels. I was gonna hold up my end of the bargain no matter how inane what I had to do was.

Strictly business. Nothing more. Nothing less. I got one last card left in the deck to draw and its the Jack of Clubs. Let's see. Using a jack in a fight guarantees a victory. Meanwhile, A king does nothing. He can easily get overthrown if enough people stand up to him and fight for what is right.

That is exactly what I am doing. I am doing this to put an end to a group of people who have no business running this federation. They are no King of mine. ]]>

We are gonna take those Tag Titles away from The Kings™. It's funny how quiet everyone has been. Even my own Tag Partner but I am not worried. I got no problem leading us to victory. They were expecting an easy victory but I will not let that happen. You wanna beat me. You wanna destroy me. I am a man with nearly a decade of experience stepping into the ring. This isn't my first rodeo. Through every battle I have fought, I may not have always won and it becomes a bit of a joke. I have learned from each fight.

I look at my iPod and I got "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benatar playing through my ears as I get ready to do what needs to be done. I got my gear ready for this fight. Everything is out on the table. The blood that is gonna spill. I am ready to die for this. The nervousness is gone as time draws near. Nothing left to fear because I know that if I die during this battle, I will be brought into a world of paradise above.

The Goddess will make sure nothing goes wrong and all will be well. When it comes time for a match like this. I look to the heavens up above and seek guidance. I know what needs to happen and I will do the will of the Earth Mother.

I talk about being an evil man which I am at times when it comes to fighting for what's mine and those belts are mine. I thank you, Tyler Cross. You have renewed a fire within me and you were the only person that was ready to join the fight. The revolution that has started from within the company.

Not even James Raven could do what we are gonna accomplish and he is perhaps the greatest wrestler in the world. I respect him a lot more nowadays than I did in the past. I am in the best shape of my life right now and my knee isn't hurting as badly as it usually does.

Taping up my knee as I get ready for this battle. Taping up my wrists in preparation. Getting ready to break out the face paint that my mentor wore in times of battle. This isn't the Barney Green of old. I am not a nice man when I see the evil that is afoot.

I slowly paint the right side of my face looking like a warrior because I am a warrior. I am a warrior of many wars and battles. I will do everything I can. I promise you that.

The difference between me and most people is I can honestly admit my faults as a person. I have drunk so much beer and done irreparable damage to my body through the years of partying and unprotected sex with some random tranny I picked up at the bar.

I am the guy who paved the way for many. I never hid who I was. I am perhaps one of the first openly bisexual wrestlers in this industry. Never hid that from anyone. You wanna talk about the size of my dick. It doesn't even matter because I would never even let you suck it. You aren't even worth that. Maybe I lived a little too hard and got old looking pretty quick.

I have found the peace within myself and I am content with my actions of the past. It's not what a man does in the past. It's what a man does now. Theo Pryce and Doctor Louis D'Ville are both gonna see what Tyler Cross and I are capable of once that bell rings.

Remember, The niceness disappears from me once the match starts. I am not a nice guy in the ring. Look at the abuse I have put my body through. If I am willing to do that to my body, Imagine what I am willing to do to you.

Time is slowly fleeting away and I am not scared. We are gonna take that Leap Of Faith and there isn't another man I would want in my corner. You have impressed me, Tyler Cross. I am proud to call you a friend and no matter what happens out there, I respect you.

The Kings™ try anything and I will be on them like bug spray on boll weevils. Taking out the trash. They will never intimidate or bully me. The only reason I did that to The Engineer is I am a man of my word. I lost the match to John Samuels. I was gonna hold up my end of the bargain no matter how inane what I had to do was.

Strictly business. Nothing more. Nothing less. I got one last card left in the deck to draw and its the Jack of Clubs. Let's see. Using a jack in a fight guarantees a victory. Meanwhile, A king does nothing. He can easily get overthrown if enough people stand up to him and fight for what is right.

That is exactly what I am doing. I am doing this to put an end to a group of people who have no business running this federation. They are no King of mine. ]]> <![CDATA[Cubs Kitten's and Pussy!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29580 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 23:51:59 -0700 Robert "The Omega" Main]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29580 [Image: Mr7WMAh.jpg]

The zoo was a bright and lively place with a variety of large displays of animals of different species. Everyone was enjoying the beautiful zoo except the animals themselves. Each of these animals were shoved into small cages with no room to roam like in their natural habitats! Robert could hear the sweet song voices of the wild birds! Dipping in and out of the zoo like Japanese Zero’s on a kamikaze mission for food! After the birds had their fill they would perch themselves on top of different animals enclosures! Singing their songs of freedom loudly for the other animals to hear! If these birds noticed the other animals were not listening to their mockery they would turn their beautiful songs into high pitched shrieks conveying their melancholy sense of humor. The zoo was nothing more than a prison for endangered animals; that's all a zoo would ever be to Robert nothing more and nothing less. What was each of these animals crimes why did they each deserved to be locked away and the key thrown away? Habitat loss? Over-hunted? Maybe for their own protection? Or is it humans are the dominate species and need little trinkets locked away to look at! Each of these animals are beautiful in their own right, we all feel the need to stare at them in pure amazement! Looking at their bright and vibrant colors! Their sheer size! Zoos are nothing more than a bad idea gone wrong! Now that idea can never be corrected! It is ingrained in modern day society! Robert stops in front of one of the fish aquariums watching the fish for a few moments! Each of these fish has never know the feeling of free water. Most of them were born in captivity. The ones though that were plucked out of their homes have been trapped behind the glass for years! Roberts sure each of these old timers have made desperate attempts to break out by jostling their bodies up against the unbreakable glass. Robert was so focused on the fish in the huge over side tank that his eye didn’t capture the crowd around him, he didn’t notice the other tourists or their very loud heathens for children. Everyone seemed too busy with their own lives. Robert notices a tug at his left arm!

Huh! What do you want kid?

Kid: Are you Robert Main?

Sure am kid!

Kid: Can I get a picture with you? You’re my favorite wrestler! I just know you are going to win at Leap Of Faith!

Robert smirks and laughs! Robert knees beside the kid smiling for the picture! After the picture is taken Robert notices the boy’s mother! Robert smiles reaching out shaking her hand! The woman walked towards Robert slowly, gently smiling back, she could have graced any billboard or magazine cover in Robert’s mind! She seemed much better than those two-dimensional photoshopped fake models. Somehow each of her imperfections made her even more perfect in Robert’s mind. There was a certain shyness to her, a slight hesitation in her body movements and a softness in her mouse-like voice. Her cream shorts and pink tank top had a tailored look that was bold against her dark tanned skin. Robert thinks to himself for a moment this could be the woman of his dreams and for a moment he imagines her in jeans and a t-shirt, feet up on the couch and painting her nails. She was right there, coming towards him, now only feet away, but in her understated glamour Robert and her shake hands! The two smile as Robert quickly introduces himself.

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My god you are beautiful! There is no way you are Jr’s mom! I thought you were his older beautiful sister! By the way, I am Robert Main XWF wrestler and superstar!

Mom: I know who you are Mr. Main! And we are both big fans! You always seem to be the underdog! And then come out on top! I always tell my son because of you anyone can do anything! You are a prime example of that! He looks up to you! Even though some of the things that you do and say are very adult and extreme! It’s an adult show though after all!

Yes it is an adult show! Let him watch though! Soon I’ll be champion again and we all can celebrate! That is if you’ll take my number! And don’t call me Mr. Main. You darling can call me Robert!

Mom: Are you serious? I mean I’m in 40 with a kid! You’re young, rich and famous! I bet you have women throwing their panties at you night after night why would you ever want a woman like me?

Because you are beautiful! I’m sick of the same old thing! The Omega needs to settle down and relax! Do you know I want a family myself! I have not found the right person though! I admire a single mother out on her own!

Mom: Well if you are serious and only looking for something serious then I will give you my number! And Robert! I’m not out on my own! I’m a very successful Doctor! I live in a beautiful house in a gated community and like you, I make lots of money! I own 9 practices all around Canada! Maybe if you need to be fixed up I can help you out after matches? Anyway here is my number! 867-5309! Call me! Why are you at the Zoo by yourself?

Oh! I’m here because I think it is terrible how they treat the animals here! It’s like a prison! It’s sad really! But hey if I do get banged up I’ll be sure to see you! How about dinner tonight you can ever bring Jr with ya! Any place you’d like all on me!

Mom: Well give me a call! I’ve got to take my kiddo through the rest of the Zoo! By the way, my name is Jasmine!

Robert smiles rubbing the kid on the head as the mother and her child walk away! Robert leans up against the tank looking towards the camera!

Beautiful woman who has a kid and is single! Loves animals! There might as well be a bullseyes painted on her back! Plus she’s successful to boot! Winner, winner chicken fucking dinner! Damn, she’s one fine momma! MMMMMMM! MMMMM! MMMM! Speaking of women! Wait if I use the word woman next to Scully’s name, I’d be disrespecting women worldwide! Hell, I’d never get laid again doing something like that! I’ll just call Scully a bitch! That’s more fitting! I saw your little promo bitch! I think I need to address a few things real quick before everything gets blown out of proportion! Something you have become a master at Scully! Making a mountain out of a molehill! Scully, I think at some point you called me a hater! I don’t really hate you per say! Wait yes. Yes, I do! I hate you! Why though is the question! I don’t hate you because of the championships you’ve won! Nor do I hate you because of the people you have beaten! I hate you because you were given a shot at greatness when you don’t deserve it! I hate you because when you were Xtreme Champion you hardly defended that strap! You got off easy time and time again! You were nothing more than a guy holding a belt warm for the next guy in line! You got by so long by the skin of your teeth it began to actually become funny! Now after losing and losing match after match much like Chaos and Jim you are thrown into a match you have no business in! You guys took the places of people Like Egny! Mr. Sinclair! Those are the men who should be in this match! But no, we get the has been’s! Now you three are never will be again’s! So yes I hate you for those reasons! They deserve to be here! Unlike you Scully you little bitch! Unlike Chaos and unlike Jim! Hell Jim must be back on the crank because his promos lately have been unwatchable! Dreadful! Who in the fuck wants to watch a guy have dinner and eat chicken with a crack hoe anyway? It’s boring! Plus it was long as hell! Just like any Jim promo! Overhyped on Twitter by all his drug-fueled buddies! Overplayed by the XWF, pushing their golden child!

Then we go into his second promo and Jesus Christ on crutches. The man has lost his mind! He did a cheap rip off of It the movie with his own little shit show production team! Making fun of us in this match! How original! Hey, Jimmy get something fucking real. Hell, you are getting as bad as Chaos! You rip from movie switch a few things around! What a fucking loser you are! I bet when that bitch you run around with straps on her dildo he pounds your brains in from behind! Hell, I bet she calls the shots! That would explain these dumb ass promos you are cutting! She wears the pants don’t she Jimmy! She is rotting your brain away like cancer. I’d bet if she had some real dick in that slit she would keep her mouth shut! We all know in the dick department you seem to come up a bit short! Nothing worse than a needle dick butt fucker in the bedroom! Either that or like I said you are using again! Have you ever seen those commercials, Jim? This is your brain? This is your brain on drugs? You are almost like a living breathing version of that only! This is Jim The Universal Champion! This is Jim the former Universal Champion, riding a losing streak with a bitch in his ear calling all of the shots! Fuck you, Jim! You cranked out piece of gutter trash! Sorry, Scully, I seemed to go on a bit of a rant there! Back to you, you little cum stain! Hey, you pulled some stops right out of the Chris Chaos playbook! Made fun of my hair! Sticks and stones Scully! Yeah, I see you do have a short haircut! But that right there doesn't make you a man! You look like a IT! A transgendered fuck stuck in-between Bruce Jenner and J-Lo! I bet you tuck your sausage back so far in your ass crack it gets stuck you freak!

I did say you showed up out of the blue because you did! Scully if anyone of us in this match looked at you long enough you would disappear! You are irrelevant to say the very least! Then you bash me about leaving AX3? Really? Would you have stuck around for that fucking mess? Wait for a second! You’d have to be around long enough to join a stable! Let along be in one of the strongest stables of all time! Tell me when you were in a stable that held three major championships all at the same time? You can’t answer that question because it has never happened you fucking idiot! Then you go on to brag about beating Jim and Trax! Look at Jim’s career now! Really take a look at it! A girl scout could take Jim down without even breaking a sweat, and she would walk out of that match having sold a thousand boxes of thin mint cookies while beating Jim’s ass! Trax? Where is he now? No one knows! Looks like he used that teleportation power one too many times! I heard rumors he teleported to the unemployment line! Chaos! Big deal man! I’ve beaten Chaos! Everyone has beaten Chaos! He has been beaten like a drum over the past few months! So tooting your horn about those guys, means jack shit buddy! Nothing at all! So you beat Panzer the want to be funny clown who no one and I mean no one watches or gives two shits about! He is the biggest loser XWF has to offer besides you, Scully! I could beat that jackass limp dicked loser with one hand tied behind my back! You really need to get some better things to brag about because those are trash just like! Talking about shortcomings like those are the very fucking reason you are a former Universal Champion! Participation trophies are not my thing! Scully, you don’t have a prayer in this thing! You say you’d throw me off for free! I say try it! We’ll be lucking if your restarted ass makes it into the rafters because you are the very definition of a fuck up! You should have stayed in your lane like a good bitch!

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Robert slowly makes his way out of the aquarium lighting up a cigar he notices he is close to the giraffes. Robert walks up to the vast area filled with giraffes, zebra, and elk. Robert leans over the fence looking down into the enclosure blowing smoke rings into the air, he watches each ring float away dissipating into the fresh air all around him! Robert had seen giraffes on wildlife shows, he'd watched on television as the giraffes made their way over plains in Africa, with their gangling running motion. They looked clumsy and foolish. But now that Robert was up close and personal with these animals he couldn't get over how large her eyes were, like pools of chestnut gloss. He noticed a sign for five dollars you could feed them! Robert takes one last puff of his cigar before putting it inside an airtight tube. Robert walks over looking down into the bucket the zookeepers had filled with leafy greens! Five dollars for a few leaves and they would eat right out of your hands! Robert pulled his wallet out of his front pocket and handed the zookeeper a few hundred dollars. She slowly took the money shocked, handing Robert the whole bucket of greens! Robert reached in and grabbed one single leaf extending his hand out for the giraffe to eat! A large female walked up slowly leaning her head in towards Robert. The giraffe slowly inched her long neck in toward Robert, resting its head right above the fence line. Robert was mesmerized by their shape, so elegant, beautiful. He was amazed he was this close to something this beautiful! Their pattern was like a rich chestnut painted on golden cream and their heads were a work of art. She slowly stuck out her tongue to take in some leaves Robert couldn't help but smile. On the television, they had been elegant, enchanting, but here in real life, she was simply more. She was beautiful. Her eyes were bewitching. Her splotched fur lay perfectly over her lean muscle beneath! Her legs were even longer than he'd been expecting. After a few moments of feeding Robert pulls out his phone snapping a few photos! Though none of these pictures would do her any justice at all! Robert knew these pictures wouldn’t but at least he could try!

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You know this goofy looking thing kind of reminds me of you Danny! You all painted up like a whore in the right! This thing right behind me though is actually a beautiful creature! You on the other hand are…. God, I don’t even know what you are! I gave you time Danny because you deserved that time in my last promo! One would think a man like yourself would have listened to what I had to say. I mean we are both insane! You talk to yourself, I…. Well have my own issues I won’t bring up here and now! Now I didn’t really know if you were calling me a homosexual or wishing I was one! I can assure, if I’m putting my hands on you it will be in a non-sexual way! More like bouncing your head off of anything that I can find until you understand! I mean come on man you’ve got to have something better than that in the Danny Imperial arsenal than to allude to, I’m gay! Even if I were gay and I’m NOT DANNY! But if I were gay, I’m sure not only would I find a much better-looking man, I’d find one that has been more successful! One with more money! No gay man likes a bitch! Danny, which is why they are gay in the first place! This match has nothing to do with being methodical. This match is a train wreck with an airplane crashed on top of it! You sit back and wait for that one second to take that leap! Guess what happens, Danny? You lose! That chance you worked so damn hard for! Gone up in a puff of smoke gone like the wind! Your enthusiasm will get you places in your career Danny! But being excited about crashing and burning is another thing altogether! See you have that little bit of crazy in you! I like it! If it were under different circumstances, I would reach out and offer you my hand! I’d tell you we should maybe go after the tag team titles! Could you image! Two crazy men willing to die! Holding tag team gold? That though is another story for another time I guess! I’m not going into this match worried about beating people’s asses to a pulp Danny! That right there is fool’s gold! You are being blinded by personal hate and malice! Once you are blinded, Danny you wreck! It’s like drinking and driving! We all think we can do it until we are upside down in a ditch someplace begging God or the Devil to save us!

I’m not coming into this match for revenge! I’m not coming in bloodthirsty! I’m coming in to win Danny! This is less about beating each and every one of these men’s asses and more about getting that briefcase. The briefcase is all that matters, Danny! That is number one! Everything else, all of the hate and what have you will work its self out in other matches! Another time another place if you will. Going into this match punch drunk will do nothing, but send you over the edge losing what you thought you had in your hands! Then you criticize me in beating Robbie Bourbon the number one contender for the Universal Championship! Tell me when the last time you defeated a number one contender for the Universal Championship. Never! Then you tell me it was an excuse for management to put me in this match! Danny, I had a spot in this match before they even announced they were having it! Why would you not put one of your top starts in this match? I put people’s asses in seats! I’m not afraid to take the big risks putting my body on the line and risking it all including my own life! That is why I have a cult following! That is why people love the Omega and that is why Danny Imperial I win big matches like this! Because I will put it all on the line! I do it night after night! I’m not afraid to be different! I dare to be! I’ll take flight! I’ll wrestle through barbwire! I’ll do whatever it takes to win the match! Just when someone pushes me to my breaking point! The Omega Bends! I don’t break! I go into a gear none of the rest of you have! That is why Danny you cannot beat me in the ring! You never will beat me in the ring! This is why matches like this are so fucking appealing to a man like you! There is no talent involved in this match! All you have to do is jump! That’s it! There are no pinfalls or submissions! This is the only way you have a shot in the dark against Robert Main!

You cannot beat me with skill alone! You know deep down this is true! You felt the demise of the Dead Man’s Hand once before! And as all of the vertebra in your back crushed together, and you expelled that last breath so many others have! Poof! Your chance at beating me just evaporated right before your eyes. My very hands took you down and out! Now all of a sudden you believe you are judge jury and executioner! High and mighty saying you will decide who lives and dies! Shut the fuck up kid! You will decide nothing nor will you hand have anything at all to do with my outcome in this match! If you ever want to call it a match! It’s more like a suicide run! You think you are smarter than I am Danny! You seem to think a lot of things shooting that whore mouth of yours off! Half the roster isn’t smarter than Robert Main! No… You’ve got it twisted up once more! The whole roster is smarter than Danny Imperial! That my friend is why you have so many losses underneath your belt and Robert Main has still yet to be pinned! Did you all of a sudden forget your past Danny! One thing is certain! Danny Imperial the past is doomed to repeat itself! Your career is on fire for now! Just like when you came into this company! But how did the end of that story play out? How did the Danny Imperial train suddenly derail into one of the biggest losers on the entire roster right down there with Scully? You fizzled out in the past, you’ll do it again here real soon once you start facing the real competition again! You do great against the scrubs Danny! But once you face the real deal and that challenge slaps you in the face like a bitch you back down! You breakdown! Then the failures come in bunches! Just as anticlimactic as your last run to greatness was! Danny this one will be no different! This match isn’t going to be the Danny Imperial swan song! This match will be the Danny Imperial swan dive, and I’ll be the one tossing your ass off! If you think any other man winning this match will phase me in the least you are very wrong Danny! No matter how this shakes out! Robert Main will be a champion very soon again. If it takes the case or the good old fashion hard way! I’ll be wearing championship gold in the near future. The question is will you? Greatness rises to the top Danny! Shit sinks! Will you sink again? Or will you float! We both know the answer. If Robert Main is involved in any way shape or form you’ll sink to the bottom of the barrel right where you belong with the others like Scully!

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Robert pats the large giraffe on the head and sees the monkeys. Robert quickly thinks of Chris Chaos copying what others do just like monkeys! Robert watches for a few moments entranced by the monkey. Its flat bare human-like face and small nose, but what struck Robert strongly were to soul-full eyes. Its body was covered in black hair. The arms were longer than its legs, resting its hands on the ground. Robert watched it manipulating a stick in its hands, using those opposable thumbs to hold on to the stick. The monkey quickly climbed up one of the trees in its enclosure and began to swing from branch to branch with amazing fluidity! The natural ability to be able to judge long distances and jumps, pulling its own body weight up in-between branches! It left Robert speechless just how amazing animals truly were! The best gymnast could not duplicate what the monkey was doing! Robert turns towards the camera with a huge grin pointing over his shoulder!

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Look, everybody, its Chris Chaos! Copying what everyone else, either has to say or what they are doing altogether. How predictable Chris! I watched your promo right after Danny’s and my god what a cluster fuck that was man! I mean really! 95% of the fucking thing was chopped and rolled from what we have all said in our promos! Cut and paste at its finest! My question is why don’t you just speak for yourself! Do you do these things to try and drive home certain points? Or do you do them just to make your promos look longer to the average person! I should sue your fucking ass for using my promo without my acknowledgement! What kind of shit are you trying to pull but pasting half of our promos into yours? Who are you trying to score points from? No one gets points from cutting and pasting from Wikipedia or chopping half of someone’s promo into their own! You are a fucking joke! I mean honestly, if you had an original thought I think everyone in the world would be amazed! I won’t sue you though this time around! You just gave me free airtime in your promo you fucking moron! Thanks! Any press is good press! I might be the back burner! I may be that sewer rat! The outcast of AX3! But here is one thing I am not Chris Chaos! I’m not a demanding sniveling crybaby bitch! It sucks being the back burner man! All the shit that falls out of the pots and pans usually gets burned when it’s turned on! Kind of like I burned you in the past! You think I’m playing pretend. I call it something else Chris something you couldn’t get done over Danny! I call it winning! I beat Robbie Bourbon the number one contender to the Universal Championship! I think I’m doing more right than you’ll ever lead on! I’m sure you’ll cut more things from others promos or off the internet someplace to try and contradict everything I am saying! This make believe I’m playing beat Robbie Bourbon something you’ve had a very hard time with!

Yeah, Reno did give me a shout out! So I said why not fight the Kings! Why not! No one around here with any balls is willing to step up and get into their faces! I don’t want to go on a quoting spree here like you have Chris but I think it was you who backed the idea! Am I right yes! I am right! You said we would be formidable opponents! You asked them if they were scared! You gave me the respect there! But here it seems to be a different story! Formidable against the Kings who no one can beat around here and yet I am nothing to Chris Chaos! My friend, you have just been caught up in a massive lie! Doc shot me down Theo shot me down just like they always do with the real competition! They don’t want real competition because they know once they face it their free ride ends! They are scared of men like me Chris! Just like you are! My entire claim to fame isn’t because I beat the self-proclaimed best damn Universal Champion! No. Not by a long shot! You are just on the hit list of Robert Main! That’s all nothing more or less! You said it could not be done Chris and guess what I did it! You say I didn’t pin you cleanly! Chris, there isn’t clean and dirty victories in wrestling! What an asinine thing for you to ever bring up! There are only victories! A win Chris is just that a win! No one cares how it happened. They only care about the outcome! I beat you! It was not supposed to happen your own words! I defy the very thing you are! You are nothing more than a lying thief! Yet you have the unmitigated gall to say I have no identity! I’m a carbon copy of Jim! Or someone else! Dude that is low even for a scum sucking piece of shit like yourself! The king of cut and paste! The copycat king! The man who steals others promos and uses them in his own for length is telling me that I have no fucking identity. You are delusional beyond belief! I cannot believe you actually believe the bull shit you spin!

Let me make something crystal clear Chris! I’ll tell you how I waxed you! I hit you with a Dead Man’s hand and pinned your ass! That’s how I waxed you! I embarrassed you in front of the entire world! I beat you! I did something you said I could not do whether a chair was used on you or not! I beat Chris Chaos! Funny how you want to play the victim here! How many Times has that bitch Jenny got involved in a match to help you win Chris? How is that not cheating? How is that the right thing? Tell me, please. It’s okay if Chris Chaos cheats! It’s do as I say not as I do with you! If we were going on your logic Chris half the fucking wins you have are not clean wins! How moronic of you to say! You try to bend reality when it suits you! You have cheated countless times and how many people run to the nearest microphone and begin whining! No one! You bring it up to try and discredit me! It burns you up knowing that you have lost to me! I know it! The problem is Chris you are to better not even by a long shot! You are a fake! A fraud, a thief and copycat! I’d face you anytime any place after this match and I would beat you once again! This time one on one so I can shut that trap of yours with another Dead Man’s Hand! You were tossing us around the ring in the match! I don’t seem to remember that! I remember one thing though that right place at the right time comment! It worked I pinned you! Then you moved on to AX3! How I gave you a hand job! Chris, I hated you in February I hated you when you were a member of AX3 and I hate you now! Nothing has changed. I was against it from the beginning! I didn’t want to throw you a bone! I didn’t want to help the down and out Chris Chaos! But I listened to Graves and Jim! They said it would be okay! I knew once you came in what was going to happen! That very moment is when I knew I needed to start distancing myself from the rest of the pack! No way in hell I was going to let a bitch like you control anything I was going to do! After you were kicked out I left because I needed out! There were just too many chiefs in the kitchen. Too much backstabbing! I never forgave Jim and Graves for bringing your dead weight ass into the fold and I never will! It isn’t all of a sudden you are the enemy again!

Chris Chaos you have always been the enemy! Your problem is you are so full of your own bull shit you don’t see reality for what it truly is! Like I said you want a match with me one on one! I’ll take you up and stuff my boots so far up your ass the water on my knee will clench your thirst! But it seems you have another match with Reno coming down the pike! He had you beat in your last match and like the slithering snake that you are you somehow someway won! Everyone knows you lost that match! He destroyed you in the ring and gave you a verbal beat down like no other! You say I need to earn respect! Chris, I should have had your respect when I beat you the first time! I did use the Chaos tactic after all! I bent the rules and won! The problem is, I don’t need your respect nor do I want it! I don’t pile on the Jenny jokes I speak the truth about that cum dumpster! She is so far up your ass it is almost like you are one in the same! Connected in some way! Snakes seem to run in packs! Be that as it may! I don’t use her to talk shit! I don’t need to Chris! Each and every turn you seem to insert your foot further into your own mouth! Apparently, you cannot run your own mouth because all of your promos was Jim reruns and Robert Main matches and quotes! Chris why don’t you do us all a favor and speak for yourself for once! Don’t look something catchy up! Don’t go and quote everything I’ve said Jims said Scully, Reno or Danny! Speak for yourself! I know old habits are very hard to break! You dig shit up where ever you can find it! And you want to say I have the problem talking shit! I can talk shit just fine! I tell the truth! I speak the facts! I didn’t come back looking for any handouts Chris. I came back and took the hardest match there was at the time! I took down the number one contender! What on Earth have you done lately? Lose! You want me to prove it to you I will by tossing your ass from the rafters right into the crowd beneath us!

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Robert walks past the monkey enclosure towards a big sign that reads big cats! Robert smiles seeing a cheetah! Robert stops pulling out his cigar tube. Robert methodically places a cigar into his mouth pulling his gold Zippo lighter from his leather jacket. Robert slowly lights the Makers Mark cigar, not for one second taking his eyes off the flame in front of him. The camera moves 180 degrees to a side profile of him. Robert flicks his wrist snapping shut his zippo placing it back into his pocket! He slowly pulls the cigar from his cherry red lips watching the cheetah! Robert watched as the spotted, slender cat, sleek in design, moved gracefully, a swift predator, and the fastest land animal on this planet. Cheetahs are more than majestic creatures! Fast and deadly! Nothing kills faster than speed! But they are beautiful, and mysterious as well. This is the first time Robert has ever seen one! The cheetah sits back and locks eyes with Robert! The two stare one another down like they were reading each other’s souls from the outside looking in! Its tail flicking back and forth every now and then. Those bright yellow cat eyes staring back at Robert who is totally enamored by it! Robert takes a few steps back and turns around seeing a lion! Robert walks towards the lion shaking his head watching its golden paws cross over his snout and shaggy dark brown mane! With each breath from the large creature the rib cage would expand and fell into a rhythm of the king of the jungle in a deep slumber, yet the lion was quite conscious and alert of his surroundings. In the fall daylight, he was simply golden, the color of sand on a beach the sleek fur laid over his elegant frame and lean muscle mass. His nose was broad and black as the night sky and eyes a soft yellow, very large and dark rimmed. Out of nowhere, the large cat yawned its jaws opened wide. There was a flash of pink and the sight of his long tongue. Then in one fluid movement, he was up and stretching just the same as a house-cat. Robert felt something rubbing against his legs, he slowly looks down and sees a stray cat rubbing up against his legs. Robert smiles kicking the cat out of the way.

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Look a pussy! I mean Jim! Jim, I see you and do you know what I see? I don’t see the lion that most around the XWF sees in you! That is a lie many seem to believe! That you Jim are this feared King of the jungle! Only you are not! I see you as the stray pussy I just kick away from my feet! People around here fear you! I, on the other hand, see you for what you truly are! A pussy! Jim just because you have those broad shoulders doesn’t amount to having a broad vocabulary. As broad as you delude the facts! I’ll put the stray street pussy cat down for good this time. I’ve put you down before. But watching you fall from the rafters to your own demise would be nothing short of breathtaking. Since we are being honest about everything now! Everything is now out and in the open! The kitty litter may cover the smell of shit Jim! But it doesn’t mean that the shit isn’t there! Bleeding from a diet of dry humorless bullshit and past due milk! Here you sit licking your paws to avoid any”Chaos” while the “Main” threat looms larger than ever before! Jim, they say you are what you eat! I say you’re a pussy because it’s the truth! I see nothing more than a fresh steaming stinking pile of shit every time I see you! You are nothing compared to what you used to be! Nothing! I am the man that is going to run the show from here on out! It’s my time to shine! If I do it in this match or not, will be seen at the pay per view! Either way like I said before. Sooner or later Robert Main will have championship gold laid over his shoulder once more! It is my birthright to carry around ten pounds of gold! Jim, you know how good I am and what I can do in the ring! No matter what these other nitwits say! You know it! I’ve beaten every man in this match but Scully! Isn’t that ironic? Some of them were not clean wins as Chris would say but a win is a win in my book and everyone else on the winning side of things! Only losers cry about how they lost! Point in case with Chris Chaos!

Jim I’m going to close with this! Before this whole thing gets too long and I’ve got to do some bull shit Main Rewind! You’ve been quite Jimmy! Maybe you know there is just no chance in hell of you walking out with that briefcase. Your promos have been nothing more than one-liners filled with weak insults! From cutting on the movie it to having dinner nothing has been impressive! One thing is for sure Cinderella- Man! Wait a second let me explain why I just called you that! See Jimmy! When the last possible second comes you will drop that last promo! So you can get the last word in! So none of us have the chance to reply! It’s fine! It’s legal! But it’s cheap! But that is what you get with Jimmy! Cheap threatens and last second responses! Why don’t you be a man for once and stop with the trademark last-second stand! Get some quality work out there for the world to actually see! But like always as the ball drops Jim will drop his last-second hydrogen bomb only this time it will already have been too late! So go ahead Jim cut that last long drawn out promo! Either way, no one will be watching that late at night and no one will care this time around! No longer are you the king! You are just a drop of water in a vast ocean!! I will expose you Jim for who you really are right in front of the world to see! And when it is my time. I will look around down at the crowd below me! I will inch further out from the rafters and I will take that Leap Of Faith!
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((OOC: I'd like to deeply apologize to my opponents ahead of time, this week was a terrible week in terms of a school workload, and I didn't have the time to work on this until recently. Again, apologies for sandbagging, and props to Holliday/Drake should they win.))

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."

~ Mark Twain

13 October 2017
Unnamed Hotel
Vancouver, British Columbia

The camera pans in on an unnamed hotel room at the site for the upcoming XWF event Leap of Faith, Vancouver, British Columbia. In there, we can see Jon Williams, the deuteragonist of this story, on a bed, trying to get a hold of someone.

"Come on..." he can be heard muttering, even trying to slap his phone as if he was tryrying to smack some sense into someone.

Suddenly, an audible click can beheard as the door slowly slides open, revealing the disheveled form of Finn Kühn. Noticing the noise, Jon turned his head to sed his friend in a wreck in front of him.

"Jesus Christ dude, what happened to you?"

Finn shrugged. "I'm fine."

"Man, it's clear to everyone you're not 'fine.' You've been off the grid for the past MONTH or so, you've been losing your matches, and we need to talk about what happened with the police."

"Nothing to talk about. They showed up, arrested us, we both paid the bail."

"Then why the hell did they transfer you to the Brooklyn detention center? Why were they going on about how you--"

Finn held up his hand to stop Jon. "We can talk about it. Later. I have a match to prepare for. I'm going for Gilmour's Hart Championship, and this time I'm not playing around."

Finn then moved to hop into the bathroom, however Jon's voice stopped Finn in his tracks. "You've changed. Your appearance, they way you carry yourself. You're more lazy, sloppy, disheveled. Even your voice seems dampened."

Silence permeated the room between the two for what seemed like ages. Finally, Finn took a loud deep breath to break it. "I just feel... exhausted. It's like I... lost just who exactly I am."

"Finn, you realize I can help, right? We're friends, that's what we're supposed to do."

Finn let out a laugh, which almost seemed like a relief to him. "Well, if you wouldn't mind stepping into the ring with two other guys to win me a title shot for the Hart Championship..." The duo let put a few chuckles as Finn hopped into the bathroom.

"I'll be honest with you: for a while now, I've been kind of... directionless. I haven't shown hide nor hair of myself for a good month plus, and when I was around to wrestle, I was disposed of by the likes of nobodies, the very kind of people I spat on in the beginning."

"Is this what it truly feels like to feel inadequate? If so, then I completely understand why you lower-card rejects feel exactly the same way and try and make up lies to try and validate your entire existance, because I for one detest having to wake up and see this sorry mug in the mirror daily."

"I'll make my words short and sweet here. The kid gloves are coming off. I may have floundered for a bit, but a Lion shouldn't have to degrade himself to walking amongst pathetic insects. No, I'm going to win, make no mistake, and I'm going to make this look easy in the process."

"Don't think for a second I haven't noticed just what exactly you said, John Holliday. The sheer fact you think I'm a joke is pathetic, just loosely based off of the fact that I may have floundered in hell for a bit. But let's be honest here for a second: do you truly think you have a chance against me when I TRY?"

"Let me ask you viewers at home: do YOU want to here a joke?"

"John Holliday's entire existence as a whole. This man reeks of trying to hard to be 'cool.' He throws in mythological creatures as a way to spice up his pathetic life, to try and make people give two shots about him in the ring."

"But let me tell you something, Holliday. Mythological creatures, such as vampires and your own 'Lady Seras' - if that is her and not some shitty animation prop to further the act - they're just that. Myths. Like Hercules. Like Daedalus and Icarus. Like the Underworld. You know what the myths I just describe have in common? They all have one thing in common: they all involve a god."

"And let me tell you right now, if this was a mythological universe, allow me to tell you that I am your God, and I am going to make you fucking KNEEL to me in that ring. Pro tip: don't keep focusing on Gilly when you're going to get your ads whipped by yours truly in that ring."

"But let's be real here. Whenever you're not trying to add your bullshit figures into your promos to try and jazz things up, you turn on a camera, say a good, ten sentences? Even then, it can be boiled down to this:"

"U're a bitch!!1! Bwahahaha u fukin anoying bitch im gona beat u so bad lmao"

"Ugh, I can already feel my brain cells committing suicide one by one. Do you see what you do to me? You hurt my brain when I try to trash talk you because you're just so fucking stupid. But I'll give the special child his due props here, at least you've said something, unlike our OTHER opponent."

"Fuck you, Drake. You're a

waste of oxygen that doesn't deserve to even be in the same ring as myself. Why the hell are you still employed? Do every single worker and fan out there, and hop into a bathtub with an unplugged toaster."

The camera fades to black.

~~FIN~~

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"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."

~ Mark Twain

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From the most desolate despair of darkness that one has known to have ever existed and dramatically drawn out in the perception of time that one has always known to relate, simply known as days upon days upon days upon days. One finds themselves now suddenly sight fully sensitive, and alarmingly awoke, to a movement of shadows silhouetted upon the stone walls marching simultaneously in unison. Against this canvas of ancient bricks and black molded sod, precipitously grows the size of these black hooded figures glowing faintly from a light of unknown origin. As they approach, a low humming and whining now reverberate off the back of the eardrums and penetrates the mind, stinging it and penetrating its processes like the prick of a wasp. Now, that sound too begins to grow in its volume as the symmetrical shapes enlarge in size, creeping casually through the darkness and the flickering lights producing shade puppets like a ghost story being told from the other side of the tent during a campfire. Gripped down to the core of the soul with the ultimate amount of fear and desperately trying to fall back into a faint, that is when one horrifically realizes that despite the feeble attempts, it is this new disturbing reality that there is no escape.

Shades turn into figures as a horde of cloaked humans carrying tiki torches now come slowly into view. The small sources of light that broke the everlasting hue of darkness are now revealed. The sound emancipating from their lips beneath their covered robes is both sinister and slimy as it slips its way past your senses and oozes itself deep within the cerebral cord of the brain. Latching itself there, deep within the mind and lingering on and on louder and longer and becoming more unbearable with each passing moment, like a shrill of a car alarm that refuses to stop. The procession continues as the stampede of shadow cloaked figures move past the place where one seems to be tied down. Handcuffed and forced to watch the line of midnight marauders move closer and closer. Soon, it is with great terror and amazement that one begins to realize the malevolent nature of their speech and begin to formulate the noises into audible words with actual meaning.

Crowd: "Sin and Sacrifice! Sin and Sacrifice! Sin and Sacrifice! Sin and Sacrifice! Blood and Soil! Sin and Sacrifice!

As if already the conglomeration of crazy wasn't too much to bear in both fear and astonishment, it suddenly whisks one away from the entombed space one once invaded, and now forces one to follow the crowd onward in its meticulously haunted march upward. Hovering menacingly over the top of their heads as if an invisible angel were keeping watch on the shadowy cloaked figures like a fly on the wall. Away from the city and roads with the moldy stone walls, and out upon a moonlit clearing with this pack of persons in pristine step with one another proceeding its way up further and further upon a hill. More and more packs and mobbed crowds of robed figures come from many directions, all climbing their way closer to the top of that monstrous hill. Everyone, including oneself, being pulled in as if by some tractor beam towards the rising shape of some structure further up over the horizon.

Awaiting them at the very top of this persistent parabola in the ground, rising upwards into the starlit sky, is an insanely massive black church. The distinctiveness of it's rising enlarged columns along the oblong shaped windows give credence to the fact that it is indeed some sort of Episcopalian design. Although, it's dark ambient color and haunting atmosphere would lend suggestion that this church does not hold any wholesome or virtuous qualities. On top of the church is a rising staff sticking very high up over its roof and upwards towards the stars, which now seem to be glowing a brighter and brighter hue of red in the midnight gloom. The very source of what seems like it could only be hell now stares back as one proceeds onward closer to the evil structure. At the very tip of this long pole sticking up into the sky off the black church's roof, a circled ring highlights and surrounds one star in particular. As if the immoral church had been fashioned in this specific location so that its worshippers could bask directly underneath high in its zenith location. A particular star fashioned amongst the constellation Perseus, the one and only demon star known as Algol.......

Shining the absolute brightest hue of red of all the stars around and gleaming ever so hideously in the dark night, as if it were some sort of welcoming winking that grows more sadistically by the moment. Now inside the black church after floating aimlessly inside the giant steel doorway at the top of the hill, the procession lines up one by one, packing in like sardines into the pews, bowing their heads and humming a tune that sounds ironically both patriotic and perverse. As the evil church finally fills, the crowds come to an abrupt stop, raising their tiki torches high and waving them methodically back and forth in succession with their insistent humming.

Two sickly and slobbering looking green goblin-like creatures wheel from behind a curtain a pair of speakers, and within that strange moment while trying to pull eyes away from what one must assume is a figment of the imagination. They must have had two conjoined heads meshed together inside the body of a massive slug with crows type feet that slid on a pile of slime as the scampered away after depositing their electronic equipment. This search with the eyes as they try to stray from the sight of this sadistic creatures, with a pair of wandering eyes upwards, reveals a massive multitude of Olympic Roman type seating in what could massively be described as the largest opera house ever to exist. The entire colosseum from above, huddled together a mass of the black hooded robed figures, looks down and with the rest of their counterparts give way to a cacophony of cackles, hisses, and shrieking laughter.

From far up above, a pair of persons sits in a lone booth, placed in the highest chamber above all the rest of the shadow hooded human figures. The two seem to be directing the beginning of this hideous meeting or what might possibly be some type of sacrifice? They first throw back their hoods before the others, to reveal both to be very old men. Tired and worn out old men, that would probably serve best just to commit suicide rather than dribble down their faces into a demeaning demise. The two approach a pair of solid gold microphones that are connected to a pack of diamond and silk cords. Although this scene may seem incredibly dreary and demented, you can't help but take your mind back to some ironically metaphorical scene from your childhood while watching The Muppets?!?!

Waldorf Madden: "Ladies and gentlegerms, boys and girls, and girls who want to be boys, and boys who want to be girls! Welcome!! Welcum!!! Welcome!!!!!"

Statler Collinsworth: "Whoa Waldorf, I'm just as excited as you are, as should everyone be, as we come here every Sunday to do this same song and dance and routine for the masses to keep these mother fuckers mesmerized and hypnotized!"

Waldorf Madden: "This is going to be a spectacular special week for the super SATAN! fight club, as we will be inducting our newest member!"

Statler Collinsworth: "That's right folks, today we will be inducting the man that's forced more touchdowns on any chicks in the history of mankind! The one!"

Waldorf Madden: "The only!"

H A R V E Y W E I N S T E I N !

Statler Collinsworth: "Stay tuned, as we will be shortly giving out the starting lineups, followed closely by the National singing of the super SATAN!C hymns! All coming up next after a short word from our sponsors!"

Waldorf Madden: "Who the fuck you kidding Statler, we don't have any damn advertisers anymore!"

Statler Collinsworth:"You're right! HaHa! So instead let's just jump right into the action. As will now direct your attention in the north tunnel, down towards the fifty-yard mark, we have our newest recruit, Harvey Weinstein. Also next to him of course, stretching underneath his groin is a longtime member of the club, Mrs. Hillary Clinton."

Waldorf Madden: "There on the opposite side of the field, we have of course the reigning bad ass of all the SATAN! fight club history, Unknown Soldier, along with his manager, Greggo. The two stretching in a similar fashion as the other team. This is sure to be one hell of a rivalry match, as many know Soldier and Mrs. Clinton used to bang."

Statler Collinsworth:"It looks like its about time for the coin toss, but first, we must all show a moment of respect for our dark lord and savior by the National singing of the super SATAN!C hymns. By bowing our heads and taking a knee to show our love for him".

The crowd in unison falls to one knee to give praise to the almighty evil one, all except for one??? Who would dare to defy the king of demons??? Who would dare stand against his almighty power??? Could it be??? Could it truly be???

Waldorf Madden:"UNKNOWN SOLDIER?!?!?! How could he disgrace the very hand that feeds him?!?! How could he be so disrespectful to the very one that gives him infinite bottles of vodka and an endless supply of crystal methamphetamine?!?! How. Fucking. Dare. He!"

Soldier wastes no time by sucker punching Hillary Clinton square in the face and knocking that old hag out cold. He then kicks Harvey Weinstein in the nuts and makes his way over towards a podium in the center of the arena with a microphone of its own, with Greggo hopping along in tow.

Unknown Soldier:

"How fucking dare I? Many of you might be wondering? But I think it's pretty fucking obvious to us all at this point!!! SATAN! has become very, very weak! I refuse to stand for my savior until he shapes up! The rest of you feel and know that his power has not been shining through for quite some time now! I mean, look at you now Hillary, you're a lost soul searching for some sad bit of relevance by writing some shitty book. And you, Harvey, practically raping every female Hollywood actress to ever live and no longer able to get away with it. It's just about as fucking sad and pathetic as everything Reeve Gordon has ever done. Not just in wrestling mind you, but just existing as a breathing waste of space in general. I've officially wasted enough of my own time by spending two fucking sentences on the insolent

.

Have you seen what he has done to me, my fellow SATAN! supporters. Left me high and dry and in fact deserted me, leaving me to lose to the likes of Peter Gilmour! Now I have to wrestle in undercard matches with

PEOPLE! Listen to me and listen to me well, although my former tag team partner Doc D'ville can search every trashcan from here to Sesame Street until he finds nothing but Oscar, he most certainly will never find me dead. Pay attention Doctor, and follow along with my silly little SATAN!TES. I will never die, for I am eternal 666 times more powerful than even Peter Gilmour can ever imagine or even dream of. In the darkest shadow in the furthest recesses in the back of all your minds I have always been, and it is in there that I forever will be. Watching. Waiting. Commiserating nothing!"

A lightning bolt crashes into the top of the pole on the roof of the dark church and the scene evaporates back into nonexistence.]]>
From the most desolate despair of darkness that one has known to have ever existed and dramatically drawn out in the perception of time that one has always known to relate, simply known as days upon days upon days upon days. One finds themselves now suddenly sight fully sensitive, and alarmingly awoke, to a movement of shadows silhouetted upon the stone walls marching simultaneously in unison. Against this canvas of ancient bricks and black molded sod, precipitously grows the size of these black hooded figures glowing faintly from a light of unknown origin. As they approach, a low humming and whining now reverberate off the back of the eardrums and penetrates the mind, stinging it and penetrating its processes like the prick of a wasp. Now, that sound too begins to grow in its volume as the symmetrical shapes enlarge in size, creeping casually through the darkness and the flickering lights producing shade puppets like a ghost story being told from the other side of the tent during a campfire. Gripped down to the core of the soul with the ultimate amount of fear and desperately trying to fall back into a faint, that is when one horrifically realizes that despite the feeble attempts, it is this new disturbing reality that there is no escape.

Shades turn into figures as a horde of cloaked humans carrying tiki torches now come slowly into view. The small sources of light that broke the everlasting hue of darkness are now revealed. The sound emancipating from their lips beneath their covered robes is both sinister and slimy as it slips its way past your senses and oozes itself deep within the cerebral cord of the brain. Latching itself there, deep within the mind and lingering on and on louder and longer and becoming more unbearable with each passing moment, like a shrill of a car alarm that refuses to stop. The procession continues as the stampede of shadow cloaked figures move past the place where one seems to be tied down. Handcuffed and forced to watch the line of midnight marauders move closer and closer. Soon, it is with great terror and amazement that one begins to realize the malevolent nature of their speech and begin to formulate the noises into audible words with actual meaning.

Crowd: "Sin and Sacrifice! Sin and Sacrifice! Sin and Sacrifice! Sin and Sacrifice! Blood and Soil! Sin and Sacrifice!

As if already the conglomeration of crazy wasn't too much to bear in both fear and astonishment, it suddenly whisks one away from the entombed space one once invaded, and now forces one to follow the crowd onward in its meticulously haunted march upward. Hovering menacingly over the top of their heads as if an invisible angel were keeping watch on the shadowy cloaked figures like a fly on the wall. Away from the city and roads with the moldy stone walls, and out upon a moonlit clearing with this pack of persons in pristine step with one another proceeding its way up further and further upon a hill. More and more packs and mobbed crowds of robed figures come from many directions, all climbing their way closer to the top of that monstrous hill. Everyone, including oneself, being pulled in as if by some tractor beam towards the rising shape of some structure further up over the horizon.

Awaiting them at the very top of this persistent parabola in the ground, rising upwards into the starlit sky, is an insanely massive black church. The distinctiveness of it's rising enlarged columns along the oblong shaped windows give credence to the fact that it is indeed some sort of Episcopalian design. Although, it's dark ambient color and haunting atmosphere would lend suggestion that this church does not hold any wholesome or virtuous qualities. On top of the church is a rising staff sticking very high up over its roof and upwards towards the stars, which now seem to be glowing a brighter and brighter hue of red in the midnight gloom. The very source of what seems like it could only be hell now stares back as one proceeds onward closer to the evil structure. At the very tip of this long pole sticking up into the sky off the black church's roof, a circled ring highlights and surrounds one star in particular. As if the immoral church had been fashioned in this specific location so that its worshippers could bask directly underneath high in its zenith location. A particular star fashioned amongst the constellation Perseus, the one and only demon star known as Algol.......

Shining the absolute brightest hue of red of all the stars around and gleaming ever so hideously in the dark night, as if it were some sort of welcoming winking that grows more sadistically by the moment. Now inside the black church after floating aimlessly inside the giant steel doorway at the top of the hill, the procession lines up one by one, packing in like sardines into the pews, bowing their heads and humming a tune that sounds ironically both patriotic and perverse. As the evil church finally fills, the crowds come to an abrupt stop, raising their tiki torches high and waving them methodically back and forth in succession with their insistent humming.

Two sickly and slobbering looking green goblin-like creatures wheel from behind a curtain a pair of speakers, and within that strange moment while trying to pull eyes away from what one must assume is a figment of the imagination. They must have had two conjoined heads meshed together inside the body of a massive slug with crows type feet that slid on a pile of slime as the scampered away after depositing their electronic equipment. This search with the eyes as they try to stray from the sight of this sadistic creatures, with a pair of wandering eyes upwards, reveals a massive multitude of Olympic Roman type seating in what could massively be described as the largest opera house ever to exist. The entire colosseum from above, huddled together a mass of the black hooded robed figures, looks down and with the rest of their counterparts give way to a cacophony of cackles, hisses, and shrieking laughter.

From far up above, a pair of persons sits in a lone booth, placed in the highest chamber above all the rest of the shadow hooded human figures. The two seem to be directing the beginning of this hideous meeting or what might possibly be some type of sacrifice? They first throw back their hoods before the others, to reveal both to be very old men. Tired and worn out old men, that would probably serve best just to commit suicide rather than dribble down their faces into a demeaning demise. The two approach a pair of solid gold microphones that are connected to a pack of diamond and silk cords. Although this scene may seem incredibly dreary and demented, you can't help but take your mind back to some ironically metaphorical scene from your childhood while watching The Muppets?!?!

Waldorf Madden: "Ladies and gentlegerms, boys and girls, and girls who want to be boys, and boys who want to be girls! Welcome!! Welcum!!! Welcome!!!!!"

Statler Collinsworth: "Whoa Waldorf, I'm just as excited as you are, as should everyone be, as we come here every Sunday to do this same song and dance and routine for the masses to keep these mother fuckers mesmerized and hypnotized!"

Waldorf Madden: "This is going to be a spectacular special week for the super SATAN! fight club, as we will be inducting our newest member!"

Statler Collinsworth: "That's right folks, today we will be inducting the man that's forced more touchdowns on any chicks in the history of mankind! The one!"

Waldorf Madden: "The only!"

H A R V E Y W E I N S T E I N !

Statler Collinsworth: "Stay tuned, as we will be shortly giving out the starting lineups, followed closely by the National singing of the super SATAN!C hymns! All coming up next after a short word from our sponsors!"

Waldorf Madden: "Who the fuck you kidding Statler, we don't have any damn advertisers anymore!"

Statler Collinsworth:"You're right! HaHa! So instead let's just jump right into the action. As will now direct your attention in the north tunnel, down towards the fifty-yard mark, we have our newest recruit, Harvey Weinstein. Also next to him of course, stretching underneath his groin is a longtime member of the club, Mrs. Hillary Clinton."

Waldorf Madden: "There on the opposite side of the field, we have of course the reigning bad ass of all the SATAN! fight club history, Unknown Soldier, along with his manager, Greggo. The two stretching in a similar fashion as the other team. This is sure to be one hell of a rivalry match, as many know Soldier and Mrs. Clinton used to bang."

Statler Collinsworth:"It looks like its about time for the coin toss, but first, we must all show a moment of respect for our dark lord and savior by the National singing of the super SATAN!C hymns. By bowing our heads and taking a knee to show our love for him".

The crowd in unison falls to one knee to give praise to the almighty evil one, all except for one??? Who would dare to defy the king of demons??? Who would dare stand against his almighty power??? Could it be??? Could it truly be???

Waldorf Madden:"UNKNOWN SOLDIER?!?!?! How could he disgrace the very hand that feeds him?!?! How could he be so disrespectful to the very one that gives him infinite bottles of vodka and an endless supply of crystal methamphetamine?!?! How. Fucking. Dare. He!"

Soldier wastes no time by sucker punching Hillary Clinton square in the face and knocking that old hag out cold. He then kicks Harvey Weinstein in the nuts and makes his way over towards a podium in the center of the arena with a microphone of its own, with Greggo hopping along in tow.

Unknown Soldier:

"How fucking dare I? Many of you might be wondering? But I think it's pretty fucking obvious to us all at this point!!! SATAN! has become very, very weak! I refuse to stand for my savior until he shapes up! The rest of you feel and know that his power has not been shining through for quite some time now! I mean, look at you now Hillary, you're a lost soul searching for some sad bit of relevance by writing some shitty book. And you, Harvey, practically raping every female Hollywood actress to ever live and no longer able to get away with it. It's just about as fucking sad and pathetic as everything Reeve Gordon has ever done. Not just in wrestling mind you, but just existing as a breathing waste of space in general. I've officially wasted enough of my own time by spending two fucking sentences on the insolent

The door to his suite creaks open, without a knock. Danny’s eyes stay shut, but a groan escapes him. His arm curls around the sleeping body of Rachel, pulling her closer to him.

”Don’t.”

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”Your shits already packed, the cars ready, you’ve got about twenty minutes to say goodbye brush yer’ teeth and see the beach one last time.”

Danny throws his head back exasperatedly, looking at Jackson with the saddest eyes.

”What’s the point of having your own damn jet if it doesn’t wait for you?!”

Rachel stretches out from under Danny’s arm, having being woken up by all the noise. She turns onto her other side to face Danny, pouting visibly. Still dripping with grogginess, she whispers to Danny.

”Do you have to be so damn noisy in the morning?

”I have to go. It’s Friday.

Rachel’s eyes widen, and she swings a leg over Danny’s body.

”Hmph! You don’t HAVE to.”

Before Danny can utter a word, Jackson chimes in.

”Yes, he does. It’s been nice getting to know you Rachel, you’re a sweetheart, but this is unfortunately goodbye.”

Danny shoots Jackson daggers for cutting him off, turning back to face Rachel as his expression softens.

”He’s right, albeit rude, I do have to go. This is my art we’re talking about, I wouldn’t dare miss this match for the world, I get to fly Rach. FLY!”

”Oh Danny, you know I make you fly higher than anything else.”

Her voice, like velvet, pours out of her mouth and coats Danny. Danny entertains her, giving her a kiss on the forehead, whilst using a knee to pry her legs apart.

”Oh Rach, you really don’t know me, if you think you get me nearly as excited as the ring does.”

The statement slaps her hard across the face and her mouth hangs upon, aghast.

”Excuse me?”

Danny continues to fondle her, but she begins to resist him now.

”This past week has been fun and all, but did you honestly think I’d replaced wrestling with you? You’re a smart girl Rach, I can’t imagine you being that delusional.”

Rachel gets glassy eyed, as she digs her nails into Danny’s arm, and pushes him away from her. Danny let’s out a chuckle and goes to pull her back in.

That’s enough.

Danny turns to look at Jackson, sticking his tongue out at him.

”You’re always pooping on my parties Jackson. But I guess you’re right, I really should get going.”

Rolling away from Rachel, Danny plants his feet on the floor, his naked frame for the world to see. Rachel curls up, using the bedding to dab at her tears.

”Asshole.”

Danny turns around, and gives her a genuine, soft smile.

”No sweetheart, you just don’t understand me. You’re wonderful, and I’ve had so much fun, but you haven’t even begun to make sense of what goes on in here.”

Danny taps the side of his head twice.

”I’ll be back, you can be sure of that. Hell, I’ll fly you to New York right now if you want to, but I sure as hell won’t be staying here and missing my match.”

”Why don’t you just fuck off already.”

Danny gives her a shrug, turning away from her and grabbing a discarded pair of boxers on the floor. He gives it a sniff, before slipping it on. He considers a trip to the loo, before shrugging that off as well, and runs out of the room. The second his feet touch the sand, he lets out a euphoric groan, curling his toes to dig in deeper. He takes in a deep breath, before addressing Jackson again.

”Alright then, where’s the car?”

”You didn’t have to be such an asshole, Danny, she seemed like she really liked you.”

Danny smiles to himself, still staring out in to the sea.

”You see Jackson, I wasn’t being an asshole, I’ve been nothing but honest all trip. She just assumed I wanted her more than I wanted to win this match… I don’t. There’s nothing I want more right now, that’s just the way it is.”

”Oh, I know that much, hence why we’re set to leave, but-

Jackson shakes his head, realizing himself that Danny wouldn’t understand where he or Rachel was coming from. He knew that Danny cared about whatever Danny cared about, and that was that. Anyone elses concerns or cares, didn’t even make sense to him.

”It’s just by the main building, come on, you still have to go send out another vignette before you get acclimatized to the ring again. You haven’t trained at all, all week, you realize?”

Danny finally turns around to face Jackson, sticking one finger out and pointing at him.

”That’s where you’re wrong! I have been training all week, training the mind Jackson. Because that’s always more important in a match like this. Mental strength will always supersede wrestling style when it comes to little gimmick matches like this. How many suplexes you think are going to be thrown up there? When they’re legs are wobbling and all they can think about is their brains splattered amongst the fans, you think they’re going to be able to hit me with a Kata-whatever, or a Spear? Hah. Eyes on the prize Jack, eyes always on the prize.”

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Jackson gives Danny a smirk, nodding his head in acknowledgement.

”If I see you pussy-out up there, you’re never living it down.”

The feed returns to Danny, Rhiannon, Jackson and an air steward walking down the tarmac towards a small-sized private jet. As the wind blows through his untied hair, a thought slips through Danny’s mind. Turning to Jackson, he voices out.

”I really did like her. Rachel. I really wanted her to get me.”

”Very few people do, Danny.”

”Has to be something to get in the first place.”

”Buy her an open ticket to New York, and get someone to drop off a hard copy at her doorstep. I really hope she won’t hold this against me for too long.”

”Whatever you say, Danny.”

The four climb up the lowered stairs, entering the jet as the feed cuts back to black.

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The next we see of Danny Imperial, he’s dressed in a light white t-shirt, pair of ripped jeans wrestling boots tucked under the legs. You see, he hated wearing wrestling boots of any sort but knew he had to, and always needed about a day’s worth of getting used to them before a big match. And tomorrow, he definitely had to at least be as comfortable on his feet as any other day. Danny walks through a curtain, and is greeted with the bright lights of the Rogers Arena. His eyes however, see nothing but the four-sided rafters elevated high above what will be a ring, except it hasn’t quite been set up yet.

Closely behind him, is the impeccably dressed Jackson Turi, gloved hands in his pockets and hair slicked back into a neat ponytail. The little XWF Camera drone flits around the pair, before settling in front of Danny’s face.

”I’m going to keep this short and sweet. This is the last warning I’m going to issue to you five. Tomorrow is not going to be a walk in the park. Hell, tomorrow is not going to be a walk through hell. Tomorrow is going to be the single most terrifying experience of your lives, and I’m going to be the one to dish it out to all of you. I’m prepared, I’m ready to go, I’ve never been more ready in my life… Have you?

You see, the only soul to respond to my vignette was of course Caedus. Who much to my amusement, maintained his trajectory of oddly structured analogies and clown imagery. He really seems to be getting comfortable with the idea of looking like the product of a sodomy between Jack Nicholson’s Joker and Scully at the dentists. I figured my little destruction of his little game, and how much time it seems to waste on screen would have taught him as much. Then again, if my wiping the floor with his hick face didn’t’ teach him anything, what’s a spoken vignette going to do, yes?

If my parodying of his racial slurs and insults didn’t show him that his insults didn’t phase me, its pretty apparent that nothing really gets through to Caedus does it? Must get pretty hard to comprehend anything when all you can think about is fucking and how great it must be to be God’s white person. You’re honestly as two-dimensional as it gets Caedus, and little pissants like you shouldn’t waste precious XWF Airtime.

But yes, you self-centered little fuckhole, assume that any time I devote to addressing you is actually my subconscious way of offering you my mouth for all forms of services. Clearly any time I waste on you only boosts your feeble ego a little bit more, honestly, it could use all the help it gets. Keep your chin up Caedus, I’m sure after you’re paraplegic come Saturday, you can have all fu- Fuck, you might not feel anything from the waist down by the time that day comes… Ooft, you really should get Tala to drop on her knees as much as possible before that happens.

And Chris, you’ve been silent, but I’m sure you’re gearing up to drop a fat one right as I do. I don’t blame you for it, you never really learnt to shut up. Constantly whining, constantly bitching. You going to actually address me this time though? Or is Caedus all you care about? You realize that like he did to me, whoever you address your vignette to, Caedus will think it’s about him. There really isn’t much for me to say to you though, Chrissy, everything’s been said. I can reiterate that warning though, do you really want to experience Saturday? Do you really want to go through all that trial… And for what? I glimpse of Glory? A little spot in the limelight for when I actually win? It isn’t worth it. Stay home, would keep it a little less crowded up there, also your blood is so infected I wouldn’t want it spraying on anybody in the stands.

Main. Whenever you’re done polishing your guns and oiling up your motorbike, feel free to speak up and come at me. You’re the only one I’m excited to face. I can’t wait to see the same crazed look on your face as you leap off the rafters, I can’t wait to see that same look turn into a confused sense of loss as your fingers fail to grasp the case and you feel gravity do its thing. You understand that even Satan-spawn are affected by gravity, yes? I can’t wait to see the light fizz out of your eyes as you see me stand above you with the case in the air. Maybe we can do a little dance of the devils sometime Main, I’d like that… Assuming you can still walk after Saturday.

Scu- HAH. You thought I was going to waste my time with you? Go fuck yourself, you were irrelevant even before I beat you as a fresh rookie. So irrelevant that you had to leave, crawl under some dark hole and then stick your fucking head out again to what? Relive the glory days when you won your own similar match? Became Champion? Is that why they put you in this shit, because the only time you had a chance of winning was when nobody was paying attention to you and your rat-face could sneak away from the action and clench at victory? Yes, nobody looked at you ever, nobody has looked at you since, go back to irrelevance.
Gabe. Where you at son?”

Danny shoves the drone out of his way, walking down the ramp until he’s directly beneath the rafters. He can picture the briefcase dangling in the air, he can feel the wind rush through his hair as he takes that leap. He can feel… He can feel this pressure pressing his skull down, he can feel the fear creep up around his ankles, he can feel the sweats as his head begins to pound. His hand shoots up to grasp at the side of his head. Hunching over, he curses under his breath. Jackson is immediately at his side, supporting him.

”What’s wrong Danny?

”Fuck. I don’t fucking know, it just hurts.”

”Why don’t you take a seat Danny.”

Jackson attempts to lead him to the side, where a few steel chairs have been set up.

”Why don’t you get me some, get your hands off us.”

Something was off, and Jackson knew it. As Danny finished speaking, his hands grabbed at Jackson’s wrist, forcing himself out of Turi’s grip.

”Do we look like we need some fucking help.”

Jackson notices the look in Danny’s eyes switch, the venom in his voice. Fuck.

”You fucking thought we’d gone? HAH. What, beating Chaos and Caedus was enough to sate years, YEARS, of entrapment? Please, we all know that you can’t hold someone down for too long, they’ll break. We couldn’t have dear old Danny breaking, could we? No no no. That would be absolutely horrible. You see, if Danny breaks, we break. We aren’t breaking any time soon. So we gave him some time off, some time to waste, some time to fuck, some time to play. But now that we’re here, now that it’s literally hours till it’s play time…

It’s about time we came back.”

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Jackson gives Danny a smirk, nodding his head in acknowledgement.

”If I see you pussy-out up there, you’re never living it down.”

]]> <![CDATA[Puppet Show]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29578 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 23:13:11 -0700 Chris Chaos]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29578
"We are ready to begin! The XWF's Inagural Puppet Show is about to get under way. Tonight, we feature 5 men who will be competing for a 24/7 briefcase at Leap of Faith!" First up, we have the

former champion, Scully Puppet!

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" Hayyyy Erreeeybody! I am Scully Puppet! My mudda gave me time out the house so I am coming here to tell you all I am gon' win the tournament! I am gon' win that shit, yo! Rape, piss, scat, Batman! I done won' the title once already, and I ain't defend that shit in like evers! I might be

, but you guys are just mean! I wants to win this hole dam thing cuz I don't got nuttin else and muh caretaker told me I ain't worth a dam. My buddy Guppy will still wuv me tho! Yayyyyyy!

"Nice........I guess.........."

"Next up to state their case, we have Gabe Reno!"

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"Arrrrrrghhhh! I am Gabe Reno! I loooveeee coookies! I also love complaining when I lose and not being as good as I say I am! Rawwwrr! I am a monster because I am an enigma and I love doing promos about deep stuff I don't understand. Rawwrr!"

"Okay, that was......uhh.....weird........Hooookay, how about Danny Imperial!"

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"Which one am I?! I don't even know! First I'm orange, then I'm blue, then I'm orange. Ooooohhh but don't piss me off! You don't want my other side to come out! I am so consumed in what i probably autism that I fail to realize that neither of my personalities are worth a shit! Pick me as briefcase holder because I'll probably lose it trying to find myself!"

"Creepy."

"Robert Main coming to the stage!"

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"I used to look like Rambo.....now I'm a cop. Bow to my because I won't be a cop long, I'm probably quitting again soon!"

"Good god......"

"And finally..............."

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"I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!I'm Jim Caedus!"

Oh look.....we even have a Vinnie puppet.

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"Suh Dudes!"

The table flips, and Chris Chaos steps out, crushing all of the puppets and throwing them against the wall. He looks into the camera.

"Can I say I am shocked that we haven't heard from Gabe Reno yet? I sure hope he didn't quit again after losing to me. He has made that sort of a habit now. Both losing to me, and quitting. Neither of which is the stamp and brand of someone who deserved to be champion, or deserves to have a ALMOST--yes, Jim, almost--guaranteed shot at being the champion. Gabe has been called the enigma. Sure, lets go with that. Gabe, you are going to lose tomorrow night---I wouldn't be surprised if you are the first one thrown off the scaffolding---and then you are going to lose to me on Warfare. Perhaps it is time to try another profession? Maybe ballet. Or Tap Dancing? You tap dance around success so much as of late, it would only be fitting. I don't even have anything to say to you because you don't matter to me anymore. I used to rank you as one of my foes---now I just see you as a day off.

Scully. Consider this our maiden voyage. I wanted to be the one to take that title from you a year ago, but Peter Gilmour beat me to it. I called you out, and over and over again you ducked me. You made every excuse in the world as to why the new guy couldn't have a piece of one of the longest raining champions in this company. So, I sat back, and I let Peter beat you. Then I won the belt against 5 other of the top competitors in this company, and I am going to beat the top 5 again. Yes, Scully, you are top 5, don't get a boner now. If you are in this match, you are considered "Top 6". I am going to put an end to the

era once and for all because I am going to toss you off that rafter to the floor below and watch your mangled body try to be put back together again like Humpty fuckin Dumpty. I don't view you as a threat, but you damn sure better view me as one. I am going to do what I should have done a year ago and that is just snuff you out with a spear and leave you coughing up blood. Have you figured out that I don't like you yet?

former champion, Scully Puppet!

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"I used to look like Rambo.....now I'm a cop. Bow to my because I won't be a cop long, I'm probably quitting again soon!"

"Good god......"

"And finally..............."

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.

Danny Imperial. You lunatic. You probably are feeling pretty good about your odds coming into this match after back to back wins over me and Jimmy the past few weeks, aren't ya? Probably been patting yourself on the back. Need I remind you that although you have strung together a few impressive wins on Warfare and Savage, you have never won the big one? Oh yeah, look it up. When the pressure is applied, Danny chokes. Go back through history....when the brighest lights come on, Danny's lights go off. You can brag all you want about how you beat Jim and I but until you do something in this business besides having full blown conversations with yourself---something, worthwhile--then you have a reason to open those piss flaps you call lips. When you can win a match that puts you at that elite level, then you have some sort of argument. Until then, just shut up because you sound stupid.

Robert Main.....I think I've exposed you for the fraudulent fool you are already. I notice you've been quiet since then. No more erroneous claims about "waxing" me and being better than me in any way shape or form? Get my dick out of your mouth and realize that you will NEVER be on my level. You're just like Reno in the rage quit department. Hell when you are thrown off that scaffolding tomorrow night, we probably will never see you again. Good. Nobody missed you when you took your ball and went home the first time, nobody will miss you when you do it this time. Who will you come back looking like next time? I have my money on Neville.

Jim Caedus. The man who can't form full sentences but accuses me of butchering the English language. The man who I have admittedly never beaten. The man who has more subtly gay references masked by overzealous aggression than anyone I've ever heard before....anywhere. The man who is so caught up in is own macho bullshit that he thinks I lost to Cadryn. Umm...Jimmy.....why don't you get your facts straight before you attack me. When you say things like that, YOU look like the jester. I am coming home with that briefcase, fellas, and the Chaos era will begin once again! I just did a goddamn puppet show for goodness sakes! You tell me when the last time is that you got that creative!

Scene fades to black.]]> <![CDATA[Doing everything in MY power!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29577 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 22:45:38 -0700 Tyler Cross]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29577 The scene opens in a local gym in Vancouver, Canada. When the cameras zoom in on a location, they vaguely snapped a shot of the hotel’s courtyard, but going inside the hotel room facility—the cameras take place inside of the small designated gym area. Inside the gym is Tyler Cross who has two weights in his hands. He has his hands firmly gripping the handles of the large weights and he’s standing in front of the mirror. He’s working out his biceps while drops of sweat come down his forehead. However, the door to the gym has been reopened and strutting inside is the very confident Kings’ jester Cadryn. He makes his way over to the back of Tyler Cross while adjusting his suit jacket. He’s whistling and while Cross can see him in the reflection, Cross remains focused on his task.

”Mine, mine, what do we have here?”

Cadryn says as he sneaks up behind Tyler Cross in the arena’s gym. Without turning around, he looks up at Cadryn in the mirror reflection and snarls while he continues to work out his biceps.

”What’s the matter, young man? Are you starting to have second thoughts about facing my Kings?”

He laughs while Cross just grins in the mirror, continuing to ignore Cadryn. Cadryn looks to be getting frustrated.

“Hey stupid! I’m talking to you!”

He yells as he starts to grow irritated. He grabs him by the triceps and spins Tyler around to face him. He starts on his tippy toes as he tries to look Cross in the eyes.

“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m prepping for my match?”

Cadryn looks at the biceps as they look massive right now.

“My good sir, you shouldn’t even bother with this match. Why would you even waste you time and tarnish what little dignity you have left? I would just leave Barney Green to officially be retired at the hands of my Kings and salvage what’s left of your miserable career!”

Cross drops the weights to the concrete floor and starts rolling his neck.

“Do you think that’s the kind of man I am, Cadryn? Do you think I’m the sort of man to just lay down and let some bullies pick off a defensive man limb by limb? Well, if that’s your impression of me, then you and your fellow Kings are in for a rude awakening!”

He sets up to Cadryn as he towers over the mouthpiece of the Kings.

“So much potential, yet so foolish. Oh poor Tyler, you will eventually learn that you mess with the Kings and you sudden disappear. My Kings are not just any ordinary champions; they are the best Tag Team Champions in the history of professional wrestling and the Xtreme Wrestling Federation! You sir, pursuing this match is only going to kill tarnish what little career you have left!”

“For being such a small man, you sure have a big mouth! Don’t think for a second I haven’t forgotten our little splat when I first signed with XwF. I accepted your challenge and I have yet to receive it!”

Cadryn starts laughing bluntly in Cross’ face while Cross looks unamused.

“You really want to fight me? Do you have any idea who I am? I am the most respected man on the roster! Nobody beats me, unless I let you win!”

He says while adjusting his dress shirt. He smugly tilts his head up and raises his upper lip while glaring across at Cross.

“Yeah? Is that the common trait between the rest of the Kings too, or is that just one thing from the deluded mind of Cadryn?”

Cadryn raises his right hand up to Cross’ face and very arrogantly slaps both his cheeks. Cross starts to rub his cheeks while glaring down at Cadryn.

“You sir have no sense or morals! How dare you continue to bad mouthed the Kings when we very generously gave your fat boy partner the opportunity at the Tag Team Championships in the first place! Barney hasn’t earned this match, Mr. Cross and if my memory serves me right neither have you. Barney couldn’t even managed to beat John Samuels. Barney Green is just the Kings’ bitch and you sir are going--”

He starts thrusting his middle finger against Cross’ chest while shoving him back. Cross has had enough and he snatches Cadryn’s wrist. He bends it to the side while Cadryn’s eyes widen with suspense.

”Unhand me at once!”

Cross starts to back him up while staring down at him.

“If you ever touch me like that again, you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor because I’m going to permanently remove them. The next time you want to call my partner a bitch, you need to reflect on your life. You’re the one on your knees slurping up all the Kings’ cum. You can take this message back to those son of bitches and let them know, Tyler Cross wants those titles nicely shined up and pretty for when I win one-half of the titles Sunday night!”

Cadryn pulls his arm out from the grip and he starts to rub his wrist while just foully shaking his head in disgust at Cross.

“You can’t even hold our jock straps! I’ll send the message, but you betcha believe the Kings are coming for a little payback!”

He slaps him once more and as Tyler reaches for the little man, Cadryn manages to take off like wind. Cross holds his jawbone and just glares at the gym’s door as the door is flopping open. He turns around shaking his head in surprise. He leans down to pick up the weights and looks toward the mirror. As he continues to work on his arms, the scene faded to black.

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“Theo, Doc, I’ve tried to play nice with you two. I’ve even tried to respect the legacies you two have cemented in the history books. I didn’t want to be that kid who took away your accomplishments because that would be uncanny. I want to be a person who is known for giving respect where respect is earned, but I see you guys just continue to nitpick every little thing I do. You guys want to try and drive a wedge between Barney Green and myself. I see what you’re doing because it’s all about dividing and conquering, right guys? It’s all about dissecting our flaws and then using our weaknesses against us. I’m not going to back down, stay home, or turn my back on Barney like I have already stated. There’s a mutual respect there between Barney and I.”

“I mean, sure Barney and I don’t have a fancy tag team name like the Kings do. We are just known as Barney Green and Tyler Cross, but we don’t want a fancy name to take away from the talent we plan on coming to Leap of Faith with. After we win the Tag Team straps. After we are declared the new Tag Team Champions… just maybe, then maybe we will adopt a tag team name. I don’t know after beating you guys at Leap of Faith, I’m thinking the Kings v.2 would be a cute name to pick up. What do you guys think, Doc and Theo?”

“I wouldn’t let Barney and I walk around being called the Kings v.2, so don’t you guys worry about it. The name Kings is a bit overrated and outplayed in the industry, if I do say so myself. Anybody who calls themselves a King or Queen is trying to relive a part of history where the monarch was a ruler in a country. Monarchs in the 2017 are nothing more than figureheads. There’s no power or authority that come with the talent and titles of Kings and Queens definitely don’t mean the individual is automatically the richest person in the world. I have seen some poor monarchs in my day. After you two lose the Tag Team Championships, you two will be a couple of poor Kings. You’re not going to lose because you two suck. You’re going to lose because you underestimated both Barney and myself. You’re going to lose because you aren’t giving us the credit we deserve. That’s the real reason why you’re going to lose the titles.”

“I don’t know how good of champions we would be together. I don’t even know how long we will have the titles for. The only thing I know is we will be the team known for dethroning the impeccable Kings. Your reign will always go down in the history of this company as one of the greatest, especially in the tag team division. This is the perfect opportunity for me to stun the world and make doubters into believers!”

“I do have to say Doc… you wanted to make a bold statement and you asserted that good help was hard to find. Was that an insult to me? Do you think I’m not going to be of any assistance to Barney? Do you think I’m going to let Barney suffer, yet another defeat to the Kings? Over my dead body! The one thing I am is loyal. I am as loyal as a cute little puppy picked out from the animal shelter. You don’t have to worry about whether I’m going to be his downfall or his rise to fame. Doc, you should have unplugged your ears and watched my promo before you started making assumptions. All those assumptions did for you was make you look like an ass. I told you exactly why I am the best partner for Barney Green.”

“Do you think anybody established would be a good partner for Barney? Why? I mean, how do you think that? Cause they have some success in the XwF? Somebody who is a former champion would be more damaging as Barney’s partner than helpful. Somebody successful would act as a detour for him and try to boss him around. They would butt heads because unlike most guys, Barney Green isn’t the type to just take people’s crap. People might try to bully him because of his looks, but guess what? He doesn’t just take it like a little bitch! I’m sure a former Universal Champion would be better than me talent wise, but it wouldn’t be an even matching. Right now, Barney and I are on the same page. We agree that it’s time to bring an end to the Kings’ reign. We understand that the Kings need to be knocked off their pedestal. We are going to lead the uprising that sends the Kings revolting! The most ironic thing is the night Peter Gilmour gets a spot in the Kings, the Kings lose their precious Tag Team Championships. I guess Peter Gilmour is more bad luck than he is good, eh guys? I bet you’re second guessing your stipulation in his match after all.”

“This isn’t about Peter now, nor ever was it. Peter’s days as the Hart’s Champion are numbered. They are as numbered as your days as Tag Team Champions. The only difference is at the end of Leap of Faith, the Hart’s Championship is going to be the only thing the Kings have left to grasp onto for dear life. It makes me wonder how badly you guys want to retain those titles. It makes me wonder just what you two will do to make sure those titles do not leave the Kings. It’s just safety that Barny asked for the Xtreme rules stipulation to verify that you guys aren’t going to cheat us out with a disqualification. I can’t seem to get over Barney’s intelligence. He took a page out of the Kings’ playbook and outsmarted you. It does make everything legal, but I’m a fighting son of a bitch though. I will fight one man. Two men. Three men. Or four men. It has no bearing on me what I have to do to make sure I don’t go zero and two in my XwF career!”
]]> The scene opens in a local gym in Vancouver, Canada. When the cameras zoom in on a location, they vaguely snapped a shot of the hotel’s courtyard, but going inside the hotel room facility—the cameras take place inside of the small designated gym area. Inside the gym is Tyler Cross who has two weights in his hands. He has his hands firmly gripping the handles of the large weights and he’s standing in front of the mirror. He’s working out his biceps while drops of sweat come down his forehead. However, the door to the gym has been reopened and strutting inside is the very confident Kings’ jester Cadryn. He makes his way over to the back of Tyler Cross while adjusting his suit jacket. He’s whistling and while Cross can see him in the reflection, Cross remains focused on his task.

”Mine, mine, what do we have here?”

Cadryn says as he sneaks up behind Tyler Cross in the arena’s gym. Without turning around, he looks up at Cadryn in the mirror reflection and snarls while he continues to work out his biceps.

”What’s the matter, young man? Are you starting to have second thoughts about facing my Kings?”

He laughs while Cross just grins in the mirror, continuing to ignore Cadryn. Cadryn looks to be getting frustrated.

“Hey stupid! I’m talking to you!”

He yells as he starts to grow irritated. He grabs him by the triceps and spins Tyler around to face him. He starts on his tippy toes as he tries to look Cross in the eyes.

“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m prepping for my match?”

Cadryn looks at the biceps as they look massive right now.

“My good sir, you shouldn’t even bother with this match. Why would you even waste you time and tarnish what little dignity you have left? I would just leave Barney Green to officially be retired at the hands of my Kings and salvage what’s left of your miserable career!”

Cross drops the weights to the concrete floor and starts rolling his neck.

“Do you think that’s the kind of man I am, Cadryn? Do you think I’m the sort of man to just lay down and let some bullies pick off a defensive man limb by limb? Well, if that’s your impression of me, then you and your fellow Kings are in for a rude awakening!”

He sets up to Cadryn as he towers over the mouthpiece of the Kings.

“So much potential, yet so foolish. Oh poor Tyler, you will eventually learn that you mess with the Kings and you sudden disappear. My Kings are not just any ordinary champions; they are the best Tag Team Champions in the history of professional wrestling and the Xtreme Wrestling Federation! You sir, pursuing this match is only going to kill tarnish what little career you have left!”

“For being such a small man, you sure have a big mouth! Don’t think for a second I haven’t forgotten our little splat when I first signed with XwF. I accepted your challenge and I have yet to receive it!”

Cadryn starts laughing bluntly in Cross’ face while Cross looks unamused.

“You really want to fight me? Do you have any idea who I am? I am the most respected man on the roster! Nobody beats me, unless I let you win!”

He says while adjusting his dress shirt. He smugly tilts his head up and raises his upper lip while glaring across at Cross.

“Yeah? Is that the common trait between the rest of the Kings too, or is that just one thing from the deluded mind of Cadryn?”

Cadryn raises his right hand up to Cross’ face and very arrogantly slaps both his cheeks. Cross starts to rub his cheeks while glaring down at Cadryn.

“You sir have no sense or morals! How dare you continue to bad mouthed the Kings when we very generously gave your fat boy partner the opportunity at the Tag Team Championships in the first place! Barney hasn’t earned this match, Mr. Cross and if my memory serves me right neither have you. Barney couldn’t even managed to beat John Samuels. Barney Green is just the Kings’ bitch and you sir are going--”

He starts thrusting his middle finger against Cross’ chest while shoving him back. Cross has had enough and he snatches Cadryn’s wrist. He bends it to the side while Cadryn’s eyes widen with suspense.

”Unhand me at once!”

Cross starts to back him up while staring down at him.

“If you ever touch me like that again, you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor because I’m going to permanently remove them. The next time you want to call my partner a bitch, you need to reflect on your life. You’re the one on your knees slurping up all the Kings’ cum. You can take this message back to those son of bitches and let them know, Tyler Cross wants those titles nicely shined up and pretty for when I win one-half of the titles Sunday night!”

Cadryn pulls his arm out from the grip and he starts to rub his wrist while just foully shaking his head in disgust at Cross.

“You can’t even hold our jock straps! I’ll send the message, but you betcha believe the Kings are coming for a little payback!”

He slaps him once more and as Tyler reaches for the little man, Cadryn manages to take off like wind. Cross holds his jawbone and just glares at the gym’s door as the door is flopping open. He turns around shaking his head in surprise. He leans down to pick up the weights and looks toward the mirror. As he continues to work on his arms, the scene faded to black.

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“Theo, Doc, I’ve tried to play nice with you two. I’ve even tried to respect the legacies you two have cemented in the history books. I didn’t want to be that kid who took away your accomplishments because that would be uncanny. I want to be a person who is known for giving respect where respect is earned, but I see you guys just continue to nitpick every little thing I do. You guys want to try and drive a wedge between Barney Green and myself. I see what you’re doing because it’s all about dividing and conquering, right guys? It’s all about dissecting our flaws and then using our weaknesses against us. I’m not going to back down, stay home, or turn my back on Barney like I have already stated. There’s a mutual respect there between Barney and I.”

“I mean, sure Barney and I don’t have a fancy tag team name like the Kings do. We are just known as Barney Green and Tyler Cross, but we don’t want a fancy name to take away from the talent we plan on coming to Leap of Faith with. After we win the Tag Team straps. After we are declared the new Tag Team Champions… just maybe, then maybe we will adopt a tag team name. I don’t know after beating you guys at Leap of Faith, I’m thinking the Kings v.2 would be a cute name to pick up. What do you guys think, Doc and Theo?”

“I wouldn’t let Barney and I walk around being called the Kings v.2, so don’t you guys worry about it. The name Kings is a bit overrated and outplayed in the industry, if I do say so myself. Anybody who calls themselves a King or Queen is trying to relive a part of history where the monarch was a ruler in a country. Monarchs in the 2017 are nothing more than figureheads. There’s no power or authority that come with the talent and titles of Kings and Queens definitely don’t mean the individual is automatically the richest person in the world. I have seen some poor monarchs in my day. After you two lose the Tag Team Championships, you two will be a couple of poor Kings. You’re not going to lose because you two suck. You’re going to lose because you underestimated both Barney and myself. You’re going to lose because you aren’t giving us the credit we deserve. That’s the real reason why you’re going to lose the titles.”

“I don’t know how good of champions we would be together. I don’t even know how long we will have the titles for. The only thing I know is we will be the team known for dethroning the impeccable Kings. Your reign will always go down in the history of this company as one of the greatest, especially in the tag team division. This is the perfect opportunity for me to stun the world and make doubters into believers!”

“I do have to say Doc… you wanted to make a bold statement and you asserted that good help was hard to find. Was that an insult to me? Do you think I’m not going to be of any assistance to Barney? Do you think I’m going to let Barney suffer, yet another defeat to the Kings? Over my dead body! The one thing I am is loyal. I am as loyal as a cute little puppy picked out from the animal shelter. You don’t have to worry about whether I’m going to be his downfall or his rise to fame. Doc, you should have unplugged your ears and watched my promo before you started making assumptions. All those assumptions did for you was make you look like an ass. I told you exactly why I am the best partner for Barney Green.”

“Do you think anybody established would be a good partner for Barney? Why? I mean, how do you think that? Cause they have some success in the XwF? Somebody who is a former champion would be more damaging as Barney’s partner than helpful. Somebody successful would act as a detour for him and try to boss him around. They would butt heads because unlike most guys, Barney Green isn’t the type to just take people’s crap. People might try to bully him because of his looks, but guess what? He doesn’t just take it like a little bitch! I’m sure a former Universal Champion would be better than me talent wise, but it wouldn’t be an even matching. Right now, Barney and I are on the same page. We agree that it’s time to bring an end to the Kings’ reign. We understand that the Kings need to be knocked off their pedestal. We are going to lead the uprising that sends the Kings revolting! The most ironic thing is the night Peter Gilmour gets a spot in the Kings, the Kings lose their precious Tag Team Championships. I guess Peter Gilmour is more bad luck than he is good, eh guys? I bet you’re second guessing your stipulation in his match after all.”

“This isn’t about Peter now, nor ever was it. Peter’s days as the Hart’s Champion are numbered. They are as numbered as your days as Tag Team Champions. The only difference is at the end of Leap of Faith, the Hart’s Championship is going to be the only thing the Kings have left to grasp onto for dear life. It makes me wonder how badly you guys want to retain those titles. It makes me wonder just what you two will do to make sure those titles do not leave the Kings. It’s just safety that Barny asked for the Xtreme rules stipulation to verify that you guys aren’t going to cheat us out with a disqualification. I can’t seem to get over Barney’s intelligence. He took a page out of the Kings’ playbook and outsmarted you. It does make everything legal, but I’m a fighting son of a bitch though. I will fight one man. Two men. Three men. Or four men. It has no bearing on me what I have to do to make sure I don’t go zero and two in my XwF career!”
]]> <![CDATA[Broken Crown]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29576 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 22:34:14 -0700 The Engineer]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29576 We see Xtreme champion The Engineer sitting at the end of a rustic wooden pier. The sky is gray and overcast, and the ocean water laps lazily at the trusses holding the pier aloft. Engy's sitting in a cheap fold out lawn chair. Kingbreaker is laying to his side. His hands are occupied by the crown he won at King of the Ring. It has been washed clean of Barney's shit and returned to it's original splendor. Engy considers it now, absent mindedly rolling it over and over in his hands.

I wanted this back so badly....

He looks at the camera, tapping the crown with his forefinger.

I see things different now. It's amazing the kind of radical shift in perspective 30 IQ points will bring. For instance....

He tosses the crown into the ocean.

I believe it was the late, great George Carlin who said “Symbols are for the symbol minded.” No wonder I was so hung up on the damn thing. But I see now that it was indeed just a symbol. Taking that crown from me in no way actually diminished the history I made. It in no way diminished the fact that within three months of my debut a simpleton was made King of the Ring and Xtreme champion in the same night, and that the almighty Kings were either unwilling or unable to stop it.

The camera cuts to a shot over the water as the crown vanishes beneath the murky depths, giving out one last glisten like a final choked cry before drowning.

But I think the biggest reason I got no use for the damn thing anymore is the plain simple fact that you fucks gave it back to me. Like you were condescending to return my booby prize, like some entities from on high sighing and rolling your eyes and granting some mere mortal a solid. And ever since then I can't stand to look at the fuckin' thing.

Ya see, I don't want ANYTHING you assholes GIVE me. Which is just making this match with John Samuels all the more galling. Because it's become clear as day that I'm being handed this match. That all the fight, all the drive and desire has left John Samuels and rendered him a wispy husk upon which he hangs a legacy that he is allowing to DIE. Goddamn does that piss me off. You were supposed to be my RIVALS. My VILLAINS! And what have I gotten? School yard bullies who bricked in their drawers once their victim grew a brain and decided to get down and dirty with them. I even had to SHAME Theo Price into finally addressing what I did to his wife.

Just what the fuck kinda heels are you?

Engy shakes his head dismissively.

Shit John, I think your apathy might even be contagious. I mean, check it. Seeing as how I'm now XWF's resident in house monster, with Halloween around the corner I should be doing some truly twisted shit right now. I had PLANS man. That whole cattle killing thing from last time? That's Driving Miss fuckin' DAISY compared to what else I had on the back burner. But then I realized, why should I bust out the good china for a guest that can't be arsed to appreciate it?

So I'm not. You get me sitting here, on a pier, watching the shit crown you handed me sink in the ocean. You know what else you get? A perma-ban on ever talking shit about the quality of myself or the rest of the XWF roster ever again. Okay, okay, do I honestly have two fucks to rub together about the rest of the roster (except maybe Robbie if we're still cool, call me!)? No.

In that quarter assed literal wank session you called a promo leading up to your match with Luca, you shit on the quality of the competition now. And here you were handed a prime opportunity to prove your point by taking down the alpha dog of XWF's new school, and so far it's just been one big hard pass. Oh sure, there's a chance you could cut some last minute deadline humping dredge to pretend to care about putting asses in the seats. And you may even throw a few punches before bending down, grabbing your ankles, and giving yourself an out of body experience to protect your fragile psyche from the shame, but it'll all just be token resistance. The bare minimum proffered up by a broken man bitching into the wind about how much everything sucks now, all the while being too chicken shit to try to prove it.

But hell, while we're at it, lets talk about just one more way you've screwed the pooch John. This match? This match is the last thing I needed to secure MY legacy. How's that? Go have a read of the XWF bylaws again. More specifically, the perks of being an XWF champion. 8 weeks. Five scheduled title defenses. This is the start of week eight. You're number five.

You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?

You're my BRIEFCASE John. The last bulwark against me ushering The Dark Ages all up in this bitch. You held the power to stop me in my tracks and you pissed it away. Well, actually, you probably pissed it all over the seat, those hands do shake an awful lot now, don't they?

Coulda been epic. Coulda been....

He trails off wistfully before hocking a big black loogie into the water.

So now that we've established that I am GOING to win and that I am GOING on to earn a 24/7 briefcase, where does that leave us?

Theo? Are you there? I'm talking to you. Turns out your boy ain't good for shit. You gonna let me swoop in and run roughshod over YOUR company? Or are you gonna nut up and actually protect what's yours this time? It'd be an interesting change of pace.

But might I offer a suggestion? The next time you make me run a gauntlet of your besties, might wanna start with Doc. At least he seems to be able to find his ass with both hands without collapsing into clinical depression.

Later days gentlemen. I'll see you on the other side of Leap of Faith. I'll be the one with a 24/7 Briefcase, and you'll be the ones wondering why your Kingdom looks a whole lot scarier.

Engy gets up from the chair and stretches. He notices that the phone in his pocket is buzzing. He scratches his stomach and lets it ring itself out until it goes to voicemail. Once this is done, he plucks it out of his pocket.

Hate these fuckin' things....

Bringing it to his ear, he listens in on the voicemail that was just left.

**Beep**Dexter, this is Dr. Bennie. Look time no speak. Will you still be able to make it to our session next week? I do hope so.

This is more than an appointment reminder, however. I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. I, erm....look, I'm not going to insult your intelligence. I know that you know that Tomi and I were acquainted and that her meeting you wasn't exactly kismet. It was....look, you need to understand that it was part of the therapeutic process. Was an element of deception involved? Yes. But she saved your life, Dexter. You would have killed yourself and I....I had to make a decision.

But my point is.....Tomi's missing, Dexter. Now, please just hear me out. I'm not throwing accusations or anything like that, but I just want to know if you've SEEN her lately. Her parents are growing very concerned.

Please call me.

Engy exits from his voicemail inbox and replaces the phone in his pocket. He picks up Kingbreaker and hefts it up over his shoulder. He takes one last look out over the water, and then walks down the pier.

I found my thrill....on blueberry hill....

He continues to hum the tune as he steps out of the shot. The camera closes in on the water and suddenly, it looks so much more unsettling, so much more foreign and terrible. All that vastness, those shadowy depths that can hold so much and never speak a word of it.

Somewhere, a princess is crowned. The ocean stays silent.

[Image: 45bcda46779.55f729b8536b0.jpg]

]]> We see Xtreme champion The Engineer sitting at the end of a rustic wooden pier. The sky is gray and overcast, and the ocean water laps lazily at the trusses holding the pier aloft. Engy's sitting in a cheap fold out lawn chair. Kingbreaker is laying to his side. His hands are occupied by the crown he won at King of the Ring. It has been washed clean of Barney's shit and returned to it's original splendor. Engy considers it now, absent mindedly rolling it over and over in his hands.

I wanted this back so badly....

He looks at the camera, tapping the crown with his forefinger.

I see things different now. It's amazing the kind of radical shift in perspective 30 IQ points will bring. For instance....

He tosses the crown into the ocean.

I believe it was the late, great George Carlin who said “Symbols are for the symbol minded.” No wonder I was so hung up on the damn thing. But I see now that it was indeed just a symbol. Taking that crown from me in no way actually diminished the history I made. It in no way diminished the fact that within three months of my debut a simpleton was made King of the Ring and Xtreme champion in the same night, and that the almighty Kings were either unwilling or unable to stop it.

The camera cuts to a shot over the water as the crown vanishes beneath the murky depths, giving out one last glisten like a final choked cry before drowning.

But I think the biggest reason I got no use for the damn thing anymore is the plain simple fact that you fucks gave it back to me. Like you were condescending to return my booby prize, like some entities from on high sighing and rolling your eyes and granting some mere mortal a solid. And ever since then I can't stand to look at the fuckin' thing.

Ya see, I don't want ANYTHING you assholes GIVE me. Which is just making this match with John Samuels all the more galling. Because it's become clear as day that I'm being handed this match. That all the fight, all the drive and desire has left John Samuels and rendered him a wispy husk upon which he hangs a legacy that he is allowing to DIE. Goddamn does that piss me off. You were supposed to be my RIVALS. My VILLAINS! And what have I gotten? School yard bullies who bricked in their drawers once their victim grew a brain and decided to get down and dirty with them. I even had to SHAME Theo Price into finally addressing what I did to his wife.

Just what the fuck kinda heels are you?

Engy shakes his head dismissively.

Shit John, I think your apathy might even be contagious. I mean, check it. Seeing as how I'm now XWF's resident in house monster, with Halloween around the corner I should be doing some truly twisted shit right now. I had PLANS man. That whole cattle killing thing from last time? That's Driving Miss fuckin' DAISY compared to what else I had on the back burner. But then I realized, why should I bust out the good china for a guest that can't be arsed to appreciate it?

So I'm not. You get me sitting here, on a pier, watching the shit crown you handed me sink in the ocean. You know what else you get? A perma-ban on ever talking shit about the quality of myself or the rest of the XWF roster ever again. Okay, okay, do I honestly have two fucks to rub together about the rest of the roster (except maybe Robbie if we're still cool, call me!)? No.

In that quarter assed literal wank session you called a promo leading up to your match with Luca, you shit on the quality of the competition now. And here you were handed a prime opportunity to prove your point by taking down the alpha dog of XWF's new school, and so far it's just been one big hard pass. Oh sure, there's a chance you could cut some last minute deadline humping dredge to pretend to care about putting asses in the seats. And you may even throw a few punches before bending down, grabbing your ankles, and giving yourself an out of body experience to protect your fragile psyche from the shame, but it'll all just be token resistance. The bare minimum proffered up by a broken man bitching into the wind about how much everything sucks now, all the while being too chicken shit to try to prove it.

But hell, while we're at it, lets talk about just one more way you've screwed the pooch John. This match? This match is the last thing I needed to secure MY legacy. How's that? Go have a read of the XWF bylaws again. More specifically, the perks of being an XWF champion. 8 weeks. Five scheduled title defenses. This is the start of week eight. You're number five.

You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?

You're my BRIEFCASE John. The last bulwark against me ushering The Dark Ages all up in this bitch. You held the power to stop me in my tracks and you pissed it away. Well, actually, you probably pissed it all over the seat, those hands do shake an awful lot now, don't they?

Coulda been epic. Coulda been....

He trails off wistfully before hocking a big black loogie into the water.

So now that we've established that I am GOING to win and that I am GOING on to earn a 24/7 briefcase, where does that leave us?

Theo? Are you there? I'm talking to you. Turns out your boy ain't good for shit. You gonna let me swoop in and run roughshod over YOUR company? Or are you gonna nut up and actually protect what's yours this time? It'd be an interesting change of pace.

But might I offer a suggestion? The next time you make me run a gauntlet of your besties, might wanna start with Doc. At least he seems to be able to find his ass with both hands without collapsing into clinical depression.

Later days gentlemen. I'll see you on the other side of Leap of Faith. I'll be the one with a 24/7 Briefcase, and you'll be the ones wondering why your Kingdom looks a whole lot scarier.

Engy gets up from the chair and stretches. He notices that the phone in his pocket is buzzing. He scratches his stomach and lets it ring itself out until it goes to voicemail. Once this is done, he plucks it out of his pocket.

Hate these fuckin' things....

Bringing it to his ear, he listens in on the voicemail that was just left.

**Beep**Dexter, this is Dr. Bennie. Look time no speak. Will you still be able to make it to our session next week? I do hope so.

This is more than an appointment reminder, however. I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. I, erm....look, I'm not going to insult your intelligence. I know that you know that Tomi and I were acquainted and that her meeting you wasn't exactly kismet. It was....look, you need to understand that it was part of the therapeutic process. Was an element of deception involved? Yes. But she saved your life, Dexter. You would have killed yourself and I....I had to make a decision.

But my point is.....Tomi's missing, Dexter. Now, please just hear me out. I'm not throwing accusations or anything like that, but I just want to know if you've SEEN her lately. Her parents are growing very concerned.

Please call me.

Engy exits from his voicemail inbox and replaces the phone in his pocket. He picks up Kingbreaker and hefts it up over his shoulder. He takes one last look out over the water, and then walks down the pier.

I found my thrill....on blueberry hill....

He continues to hum the tune as he steps out of the shot. The camera closes in on the water and suddenly, it looks so much more unsettling, so much more foreign and terrible. All that vastness, those shadowy depths that can hold so much and never speak a word of it.

Somewhere, a princess is crowned. The ocean stays silent.

[Image: 45bcda46779.55f729b8536b0.jpg]

]]> <![CDATA[We don't think Neville understands words.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29572 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 21:46:33 -0700 Kropotkin]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29572
And all of that is before the fact that I've revealed that I'm not a man, and yet you claim to have seen the footage but harp on that. If you can't tell the difference between femme presenting and masculine presenting then I really hate to imagine how your childhood was. Did you repeatedly mistake Merlin Daddy for Merlin Mommy? And how awkward was parent teacher night? 'Uh, hi Mr. Smith, this is my dad Janet, and my mom Trevor.' And, this is a kicker. On top of that you go on to call all governments either communist or democratic, as if those are the only two government types around at all. A quick google search of current monarchies points to this statement being false. Also, googling the name Kropotkin, aside from me, would bring up results on Prince Pyotr Kropotkin, who was the father of Anarcho-Communism, and that's right on his Wikipedia page, let alone clicking the link to the Anarchist Library that has pieces on this. Do you even know how to use Google?

Let me further point out that a government cannot be Communist, they can be socialist, but not Communist. They can be made up of Communists, but the body cannot be communist at all. Because Communism is Anarchy. Communism calls for a stateless, classless, moneyless society, in which the workers control the means of production. If there is a state, or government, it's not Communist. Every socialist state admits this. Even Vladimir Lenin, who literally wrote the books that most current socialist governments base their ideologies on knows this. Also, socialist states tend to be incredibly democratic, because a key factor is workers controlling the means of production, usually via elected councils. But, I guess searching something before running your mouth about it makes no sense to the child of Merlin. Not only do you not understand what words mean, but you're also historically illiterate, because there have been a large number of anarchist colonies. Catalonia in Spain was solidly Anarchist before being betrayed by the Soviets, and eventually falling to the Spanish government, Rojava is anarchist, and is actually doing more to fight Daesh and end their reign of terror than any other people. Nestor Makno was with an anarchist portion of Ukraine, and was doing well, until being betrayed by Stalin.

You see, Anarchy doesn't mean there's no leaders or structures, it means no unjustified leaders or hierarchy. Everything is elected democratically. And you throw up this juvenile, unresearched garbage and dare me to challenge you, like you've got something to add? While going on about how I hadn't addressed you personally, before you'd actually bothered to cut a promo, or give any indication that you'd cut one. Oh, wait, I get it. You wanted me to cut this promo on politics, and have to once again repeat that I'm not a man, so that I'd be distracted, and not say anything about the match, or show up properly. I get it, you thought you'd be clever. But, it won't matter, because you failed there. You hoped to catch me off guard, but it just didn't work. I'm sorry, I am going to take your title and knock your teeth out. I guess you can use your wizard powers to bring your teeth back."

Ketavan is sitting on a the couch in the RV with Mark and Sasha. Neville's promos were playing on the television, and everyone is laughing hard. Sasha manages to get a few words out in between bursts of laughter. "He...actually...thinks...he's....descended...from...GODDAMN MERLIN...BWAHAHAHAHA" Mark is slapping his sides laughing so hard he actually falls on the floor and begins to wheeze and cough. Sasha manages to collect herself long enough to get a few words more words out. "This fuckwit is claiming to be descended from a damn legend, that's so well respected Nicholas Cage made a movie about it., and he has the nerve to ever act like he's smart or rational, or anything. If he's a respected champion, then the company is worse off than we thought." Mark is laughing so hard that at this point he's just making dolphin noises.

"Ok, team, we have to go out and take care of this." Ketavan and co. get up, and head off the bus, to be met by a massive array of black clad people. "We're ready to start building this stuff. Come on, team." Ketevan walks through the crowd, as a path is cleared for them. At the opposite end of the crowd was a large pile of wood slats, wood sheets, nails, and shingles. Ketevan gestured with their hands, and a group of four people ran and grabbed some wood, and began to assemble small little shanty buildings. Beams were raised up to build and assemble a roof, with sheets going on top of the beams, and shingles being laid on top of the wood, with a thin layer of felt in between the roof and shingles. The others would be following suite, and soon an entire little village was built. Each building was roughly 150 square foot, and a community barbecue pit was built, for them all to cook food on together. The crowd of black clad workers went on to dig a large pit, for sewage, several yards away from the houses. "Thank you so much, comrades. This will help the local rough sleepers so much. Spread the word, and we'll be able to hopefully get them back on their feet. Now, let's go fix some potholes!"

The crowd follows Ketevan as they head back to the RV, which quickly fills with people, and drives off towards the nearest town. Ketevan offers one more word of encouragement to Neville before the match, "I'm coming for that title, and that toothbrush, Neville. Hope you're really ready."]]>
And all of that is before the fact that I've revealed that I'm not a man, and yet you claim to have seen the footage but harp on that. If you can't tell the difference between femme presenting and masculine presenting then I really hate to imagine how your childhood was. Did you repeatedly mistake Merlin Daddy for Merlin Mommy? And how awkward was parent teacher night? 'Uh, hi Mr. Smith, this is my dad Janet, and my mom Trevor.' And, this is a kicker. On top of that you go on to call all governments either communist or democratic, as if those are the only two government types around at all. A quick google search of current monarchies points to this statement being false. Also, googling the name Kropotkin, aside from me, would bring up results on Prince Pyotr Kropotkin, who was the father of Anarcho-Communism, and that's right on his Wikipedia page, let alone clicking the link to the Anarchist Library that has pieces on this. Do you even know how to use Google?

Let me further point out that a government cannot be Communist, they can be socialist, but not Communist. They can be made up of Communists, but the body cannot be communist at all. Because Communism is Anarchy. Communism calls for a stateless, classless, moneyless society, in which the workers control the means of production. If there is a state, or government, it's not Communist. Every socialist state admits this. Even Vladimir Lenin, who literally wrote the books that most current socialist governments base their ideologies on knows this. Also, socialist states tend to be incredibly democratic, because a key factor is workers controlling the means of production, usually via elected councils. But, I guess searching something before running your mouth about it makes no sense to the child of Merlin. Not only do you not understand what words mean, but you're also historically illiterate, because there have been a large number of anarchist colonies. Catalonia in Spain was solidly Anarchist before being betrayed by the Soviets, and eventually falling to the Spanish government, Rojava is anarchist, and is actually doing more to fight Daesh and end their reign of terror than any other people. Nestor Makno was with an anarchist portion of Ukraine, and was doing well, until being betrayed by Stalin.

You see, Anarchy doesn't mean there's no leaders or structures, it means no unjustified leaders or hierarchy. Everything is elected democratically. And you throw up this juvenile, unresearched garbage and dare me to challenge you, like you've got something to add? While going on about how I hadn't addressed you personally, before you'd actually bothered to cut a promo, or give any indication that you'd cut one. Oh, wait, I get it. You wanted me to cut this promo on politics, and have to once again repeat that I'm not a man, so that I'd be distracted, and not say anything about the match, or show up properly. I get it, you thought you'd be clever. But, it won't matter, because you failed there. You hoped to catch me off guard, but it just didn't work. I'm sorry, I am going to take your title and knock your teeth out. I guess you can use your wizard powers to bring your teeth back."

Ketavan is sitting on a the couch in the RV with Mark and Sasha. Neville's promos were playing on the television, and everyone is laughing hard. Sasha manages to get a few words out in between bursts of laughter. "He...actually...thinks...he's....descended...from...GODDAMN MERLIN...BWAHAHAHAHA" Mark is slapping his sides laughing so hard he actually falls on the floor and begins to wheeze and cough. Sasha manages to collect herself long enough to get a few words more words out. "This fuckwit is claiming to be descended from a damn legend, that's so well respected Nicholas Cage made a movie about it., and he has the nerve to ever act like he's smart or rational, or anything. If he's a respected champion, then the company is worse off than we thought." Mark is laughing so hard that at this point he's just making dolphin noises.

"Ok, team, we have to go out and take care of this." Ketavan and co. get up, and head off the bus, to be met by a massive array of black clad people. "We're ready to start building this stuff. Come on, team." Ketevan walks through the crowd, as a path is cleared for them. At the opposite end of the crowd was a large pile of wood slats, wood sheets, nails, and shingles. Ketevan gestured with their hands, and a group of four people ran and grabbed some wood, and began to assemble small little shanty buildings. Beams were raised up to build and assemble a roof, with sheets going on top of the beams, and shingles being laid on top of the wood, with a thin layer of felt in between the roof and shingles. The others would be following suite, and soon an entire little village was built. Each building was roughly 150 square foot, and a community barbecue pit was built, for them all to cook food on together. The crowd of black clad workers went on to dig a large pit, for sewage, several yards away from the houses. "Thank you so much, comrades. This will help the local rough sleepers so much. Spread the word, and we'll be able to hopefully get them back on their feet. Now, let's go fix some potholes!"

The crowd follows Ketevan as they head back to the RV, which quickly fills with people, and drives off towards the nearest town. Ketevan offers one more word of encouragement to Neville before the match, "I'm coming for that title, and that toothbrush, Neville. Hope you're really ready."]]> <![CDATA[Club. Part 2/ Dear Diary: Michelle's Nightmare]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29568 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 21:24:33 -0700 Jenny Myst]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29568 The air was cool in Vancouver. You could tell it was fall here. There were no seasons in Vegas, just hot all the damn time. The coldest Jenny could remember was one night when it got into the 60’s. People lost their minds. They thought the world was coming to an end, that there was going to another Ice Age. Republicans blamed Democrats, Democrats blamed Republicans.

People are really fucking stupid.

The next day the sun came up and it was 100 degrees again. Jenny never understood that, these doomsday prepper people. Every few months they will bet their life the world will end…...what happened when it didn’t? These people must have really shitty lives. Jenny couldn’t understand looking at the world as if it was always going to end. She liked to see the positive, see the bright lights, but only if said lights were pink.

The leather cushion of the chair on her porch felt cool against her bare leg. She had been sitting in just a bra and panties, with a silk robe over her, for much of the previous night and current day. Getting into this outfit Saturday Night means she would lose the match and Miss Michelle would continue to make a mockery of the division with her fake good girl persona and over the top optimism. Not to mention the title she stole from the original thief.

The mountains looked beautiful from here, but they were nothing compared to the Sierra Nevada’s back home. Nothing about this socialist cess pool was as nice as back home. She was kind of disappointed that she would have to win her title here…...but hey! When she injured Miss Michelle after stripping her down, at least she’d get a free hospital visit!

She had come so far. Months ago, she wondered if this wrestling business was for her. She doubted herself after a few losses and began to consider just valeting for Chris again. She had sighed, and cried, and wondered if it were all a mistake. Now, she sat here in as little clothes as possible, and felt more confident than ever. She felt like she could beat anyone thrown in her direction, if given a fair chance.

Something Miss Michelle had said to her was really sticking and resonating. Something that was supposed to be a dig, a shot, at her and her small but impressive list of accomplishments to date, was actually making her feel so much better about tomorrow night.. “Odds are always stacked against champions Jenny because after all, that’s what being a champion is.” Miss Michelle couldn't be more spot on about this, only she wasn't talking about herself. Time and time and time again Jenny had the decked stacked against her. Match after match with crazy stipulations or multiple opponents. Never just a one on one. Never just a “got get ‘em, girl!” So, surely someone must think of her as championship material, no? Miss Michelle had an easy ride so far. That little beating she took from Mercy, that was the only bit of adversity she’s seen since she popped up and challenged Jenny a few weeks back. She called her out like she wanted an old fashion scrap, then did everything she could to avoid her. Who has acted more like a champion? Who is looked at more like a champion? "Everybody wants a piece of them. The champion is the headliner and I’m the headliner of the bombshell’s division. You talk about how everybody wants a piece of you? How we all hate you? Despise you? Since when Jenny?" Ummm…..since ever. How could this twat sit there and say that? How could she ask why Jenny thought everyone hate her, then later on in her promo state that because of Jenny’s attitude, nobody likes her. God, people are dumb.

Fucking stupid.

But you can’t save them all. Not everyone is going to be a rocket scientist. Oh well. Miss Michelle would be bumped to the bottom soon enough. Jenny would ascend to the top of this division where she belongs, being the longest tenured female currently on this roster.

As the breeze began to pick up a little, she wondered if the girl from last night took her up on the offer. If Blaze was going to come to Vancouver and let Jenny show her how a girl as perfect as she is can live whatever life she chooses. How a girl so broken can be patched together.

Show her how to smile.

It’s scary what a smile can hide.

Her phone began to vibrate on the table next to her, sending ripples through her champagne and causing her strawberry to bump into the sides like a boat in a dock during a storm.

Who could this possibly be?

She didn’t recognize the number, but it was a 775 number. Nevada, but not Vegas. “Mmmm….hello?” she answered the phone sensually.

On the other side, however, was static. It sounded like a females voice, but on one of those old time telephones. “Uhhhh…..hello?”

Nothing. The line went dead. Weird.

Hey, it was Friday the 13th, she would expect some weird shit to happen today. Not surprising to her at all.

She set the phone down and shook her head. Touching the spot just below her belly button, she envisioned sitting on her own porch with the purple and white title around her waist. The title that Miss Michelle didn’t deserve.

Just then, she was spooked a little by her phone vibrating again. This time her champagne almost slid off the round glass table. 775 number again. This time, she scoffed a bit as she hit the button to send it to voicemail. She was not a fan of wasting time.

Almost jumping out of her chair, her entire body lurched as she heard a knock on her door. It was a soft rap, but the room and the landscape was completely silent otherwise. “Jesus”, she said under her breath. Getting up, and pulling her robe over herself a little and tying it in the middle, she walked to the door, and peered through the hole. Nobody was there.

“What the fuck…..I swear to god I am going to light somebody up…..” she turned around to grab the phone to report a prank to the front desk when the rapping on the door happened again.

Shooting over to the door with speed and agility she ripped it open---as fast as you can for those slow, heavy hotel doors---”what?!…..oh”

Standing in front of her, with a loose fitting tee and a pair of leggings was Blaze. She had made the trip after all.

Jenny smiled and gave the girl a big hug. The embrace was passionate, but there was nothing to her. She had to be 100 pounds, soaken wet. Hell, she sort of made Jenny feel fat.

“Giiiirrlll! You made it!” Jenny said, “come on in! Sit down!”

The girl nervously made her way into the room. She set her bag on the bed. “I am probably in a lot of trouble. Tonight is a big money night.”

Jenny smiled, unclasping her robe. “Girl….after tonight, you won’t need to go back to that god forsaken place. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

The girl pulled her phone out of her bag. “Oh yeah? What exactly do you do, anyway?”

The girl was typing something on her phone, to someone, with a fever pitch. Boyfriend, boss, baby daddy, all three?

“That is the beautiful thing. I do whatever I want, and I look good doing it!”

The girl snorted a little.

“But for real…..I am a professional wrestler now. Shockingly enough.”

The girl put the phone down. “Uhhh….for real? You dragged me up here to take me to a wrestling show?”

Jenny took the girls phone from her. She set it on the table and poured a glass of champagne for her. “Oh, trust me sweetness, it is much, much more than that…..” She hands the glass to the girl.

“Let me guess, it is in some gymnasium somewhere? Gonna throw some bodies around…...”

The girls lack of faith was highly disturbing to Jenny.

“No…...it is not that at all…...here, come sit on the porch with me.”

The girl walked slowly, still not fully comfortable with her surroundings in a totally different country with a girl she met the night before. She didn’t trust anyone, didn’t know the intentions. Nobody has ever helped her out before in her entire life, all they have ever done is hurt her.

Pulling up a chair she sat down. She shot Jenny a look, wondering why she was dressed so scantily clad on such a chilly night.

“You see those mountains…...” Jenny asked the girl, who nodded. “What if I told you that you could stand at the top and look down. What if I told you that those mountains are just another bump in the road, and there is so many higher summits out there to reach?”

The girl looked at Jenny like she had two heads. “I’d call you bat shit crazy.”

“Ahh yes…….just like I would have when I was where you are. I saw no hope for myself either. I was down and out, about as down and out as one could be. I used to cut myself, because it would feel better than going through every day the way it was. I used to think that nobody wanted me for anything other than sex. Anything but my body.”

The girl nodded, taking a sip of the beverage Jenny gave her. She seemed to relate.

“I brought it on myself, I used my body to get what I wanted. In a way, I still do. This match is not just a wrestling match, it is a match where bodies will be used for sexual excitement…..right up our alley.”

The girl took a sip, looking at Jenny inquisitively.

“What do you mean up our alley? I don’t know the first thing about wrestling. Hell, I don’t even like fighting.”

Jenny smiled at the girl. “Oh sweetness, it isn’t about fighting at all. It is about pride, don’t you see that? The girl I am facing is a stuck up snob who thinks she is better than me because she hasn’t grown up like me. She thinks she is better than me because of her assumed status. She feels like I don’t deserve to be the figurehead of the women’s division because of my past…..don’t ya just hate when bitches assume stuff about us?”

The girl nodded, sheepishly.

“You don’t say much, do you?”

“What is there to say?”

“Ask Miss Michelle, she sure has a lot to say.”

“I don’t even know who that is!”

Jenny picks her phone up, unlocks it and pulls up what appears to be a photo.

“Her.”

The girls eyes lit up and she almost choked on her champagne as she began to laugh.

“My god, how old is she?!”

“That’s what I asked!”

The girl smiled at Jenny.

Jenny smiled back.

“So, you have to beat her up?”

“No, I have to strip her down to her bra and panties. The first girl to be stripped to her bra and panties loses the match.”

The girl shook her head.

“That should win the match!”

“That’s what I said! Who would want to see that gross body!”

They both giggled. Girl time.

“But really, though. She is the champion. It is a belt I believe one hundred and ten percent was designed to fit around this size 1 waist. I wanted you to come up here because I see a lot of me in you. Truly. And I wanted to show you that it is possible to rise up to a bully, to overcome adversity, and for girls like us to go somewhere in our life. Girls like us can be something. By the end of tomorrow night, a deadbeat stripper from Vegas will be……...champion.”

The two girls toasted, and Blaze smiled…..a real smile…..for the first time since Jenny has known her.

It’s scary what a smile can hide.

Dear Diary: Today has been an interesting day to say the least. I have been challenged, mentally, emotionally...everything. I have met a new friend, but really, I found myself. I have been tested since the day I decided to be a wrestler. Michelle may be the best competition I have ever faced. She may be the top female talent ever to come through here. I want to be that. I want to be revered. I want to be looked at as the top of the top, the best of the best.

I know I can.

It is funny, really, to look back at my recent past and think to myself that I once thought I couldn't do this. That I wasn't cut out for this. Sometimes, what makes it hardest is the losses. What makes it hardest is costing Chris what I cost him. I was on top of the world. Then the bottom fell out. A champion rises up, though.....a champion shows grit through the tough times. I have picked myself up time ad time again. A true underdog story. But this isn't just about me. Sure, I like the fame, I have become accostomed to the good life, but I never let myself forget where I came from. I have that edge to me, and frankly, it keeps me alive. It keeps me kicking. I have had to fight for respect my entire life, so why not fight for it now? if I folded and accepted Michelle as the champion, then I would be untrue to my roots.

My roots.

I have spilled a lot of mascera tears over my roots. I have battled internally with myself. I go in and out from being Jenny Myst to Jennifer Sambuca. I don't always know who I am but I always know what I stand for. I will always know what made me. Girls like Blaze.....they mean something to me. Girls who have been kicked while they were down mean something to me. That is why this match has become so big to me, why it means so much. I am not winning it for myself, I am winning it for them. I am winning it for all my little Bombshells as I wrote before.

But I do have doubts. Who wouldn't? I am only human, after all. I worry that I will fuck it up and that I will make one big mistake. I'll never say it, but I would be a robot not to feel it. I am no robot. No fembot. I am human like everyone else.

Imagine if I did win it?

Imagine if I did upset the "great" Miss Michelle? Hell, the internet would probably break. I said since day one that everyone here was going to remember my name. I said since day one that girls were going to look up to me, respect me, and look at me like an idol. Girls everywhere. Big, small, skinny or fat. I am doing it for the girls. Michelle doesn't care about them, she only cares about building her brand. She only cares about herself and her loser husband.

I am a girl of the people.

Michelle has nightmares about girls like me. I am wearing new ring gear, my best bra and panties, just in case, and eye shadow to match the title belt I am about to take.

I found the cutest eyeshadow at sephora! And I saw a squrriell on the way back from brunch today. He was so huggable!

I just wanted to squeeze him!

But anyways. Back on track. I am doing this for the girls. Girls, Girls, Girls.

I will write another entry.....but for now, I am too busy trying not to cry. From excitement. From passion. From overwhelming sadness of a life many didn't want to happen. From being predicted to be the first to die in my HS yearbook. A true come from behind story. I miss Chris, I do. I hate sleeping alone.

Maybe after I hoist that belt, he will want me again.

One can only hope right?

MICHELLE'S NIGHTMARE:

"Really Michelle? A house show? You wasted these poor people's time with an in ring promo at a house show? How generic, and boring. Not only that, but you said the same teleprompter good-girl crap you always say. The fact that you brought up Chris's comments shows that not only are you shallow and bland, but you don't listen too well either. Need I say it again? Okay, I will. Listen close, I know that is not your strong suit. "I-don't-give-a-fuck-what-Chris-says-because-we-are-broken-up". Why do you try to hit me with that? It doesn't matter to me, and it never will. Try again, sister. I don't care if I am top fifty, top 100, top 200 or at the bottom of the list. Lists are just lists, numbers are just numbers. I will have the championship around my waist, and that is all that matters. Paul Heyman is gone, the controlling lists that everyone cared so much about are over. No matter what happens, I am going to stand tall and proud. There will be no running from me, win or lose. This is going to be a hell of a match, and it is a bit of a shame I don't have the pleasure of covering you for the decisive 1-2-3, but such is life. There is no fake anything with me. I am more focused than I have ever been in my life. More confident, too. That spells bad news for you, missy. You are going to be exposed as the fake bitch that you are. You made it clear when you came out and said clearly how nervous you are about Madison. And you should be. Madison is on my side, even though she doesn't admit it and won't admit it. She wants to see me hold this title, otherwise she would make it known she doesn't. I would have been the one left bloody and beaten if she didn't. I would have been the one at Mercy's Mercy, pun intended. How do you plan to phase me out of the division with Madison and Mercy gunning for you? How do you plan to do anything unless they allow you to? You don't have a game plan, you don't have an end game. It is all hot air. Do you finally feel the pressure getting to you? That whole champions odds thing, the whole deck stacking thing, do you feel it? Do you feel the sweat beginning to form on that gross body of yours?

Good.

Welcome to my world. Now you know the pressure I have felt to keep this division afloat for as long as I did. Now you know how the chips have fallen against me time and time again. I hope you enjoy it, Michelle. I hope you soak in your final moments as champion. I embrace the pressure. This is nothing new to me. I felt this before and I will feel it again. Especially as the NEW Bombshell champion. I am ready to take on anything that comes my way.

I feel like I can take on the world right now. You are just a mere stepping stone. We are reversing roles, in a way. I find it so funny. So humerous. You claim I attack all of your words. That I hang on every little sentence and every piece of puncuation like a Jim Caedus promo......yet you quote Abigail and Chris word for word FOUR times? Who is worried about who now? You have to hang on the word they said like they are your own. You think people haven't dissed me before? You think my other opponents haven't made points against me? Why don't you focus on your own insults and stop quoting other people. You are so desperate to win this match you are starting to forget your own bullshit. You are beining to fade, your lights are starting to dim. You didn't even pick my best quotes either. I just find it humerous that you accuse me of doing the shame shit you just did. Face it, Michelle, you blew it. Nobody takes you seriously anymore. You wasted over a half hour of air time talking about nothing, trying to belittle me and bring me down, and in the end what did you accomplish? Not a goddamn thing. You are so pathetic it is just funny at this point.

I hope the old Becky is watching. The old Becky who made my and other girls like mine lives hell. I hope Becky is watching with a sense of jealousy that she couldn't bring me down. She couldn't and neither will you. I called you Becky because you are just like her. You called me Kandi because you WANT me to be like her. You WANT me to be out of this business, so YOU don't have any competition. You made me into something I am not, and I simply called you the closest thing to yourself. So go ahead......rewrite history. Rewrite it with "the greatest female wrestler of all time" as a transitional champion that kept the belt warm for the real legend. I may not have been shit until now, but every blind squirrel eventually finds that nut don't they?

Kiss that title. Hug it. Keep it warm. Because it is coming home with me.

]]> The air was cool in Vancouver. You could tell it was fall here. There were no seasons in Vegas, just hot all the damn time. The coldest Jenny could remember was one night when it got into the 60’s. People lost their minds. They thought the world was coming to an end, that there was going to another Ice Age. Republicans blamed Democrats, Democrats blamed Republicans.

People are really fucking stupid.

The next day the sun came up and it was 100 degrees again. Jenny never understood that, these doomsday prepper people. Every few months they will bet their life the world will end…...what happened when it didn’t? These people must have really shitty lives. Jenny couldn’t understand looking at the world as if it was always going to end. She liked to see the positive, see the bright lights, but only if said lights were pink.

The leather cushion of the chair on her porch felt cool against her bare leg. She had been sitting in just a bra and panties, with a silk robe over her, for much of the previous night and current day. Getting into this outfit Saturday Night means she would lose the match and Miss Michelle would continue to make a mockery of the division with her fake good girl persona and over the top optimism. Not to mention the title she stole from the original thief.

The mountains looked beautiful from here, but they were nothing compared to the Sierra Nevada’s back home. Nothing about this socialist cess pool was as nice as back home. She was kind of disappointed that she would have to win her title here…...but hey! When she injured Miss Michelle after stripping her down, at least she’d get a free hospital visit!

She had come so far. Months ago, she wondered if this wrestling business was for her. She doubted herself after a few losses and began to consider just valeting for Chris again. She had sighed, and cried, and wondered if it were all a mistake. Now, she sat here in as little clothes as possible, and felt more confident than ever. She felt like she could beat anyone thrown in her direction, if given a fair chance.

Something Miss Michelle had said to her was really sticking and resonating. Something that was supposed to be a dig, a shot, at her and her small but impressive list of accomplishments to date, was actually making her feel so much better about tomorrow night.. “Odds are always stacked against champions Jenny because after all, that’s what being a champion is.” Miss Michelle couldn't be more spot on about this, only she wasn't talking about herself. Time and time and time again Jenny had the decked stacked against her. Match after match with crazy stipulations or multiple opponents. Never just a one on one. Never just a “got get ‘em, girl!” So, surely someone must think of her as championship material, no? Miss Michelle had an easy ride so far. That little beating she took from Mercy, that was the only bit of adversity she’s seen since she popped up and challenged Jenny a few weeks back. She called her out like she wanted an old fashion scrap, then did everything she could to avoid her. Who has acted more like a champion? Who is looked at more like a champion? "Everybody wants a piece of them. The champion is the headliner and I’m the headliner of the bombshell’s division. You talk about how everybody wants a piece of you? How we all hate you? Despise you? Since when Jenny?" Ummm…..since ever. How could this twat sit there and say that? How could she ask why Jenny thought everyone hate her, then later on in her promo state that because of Jenny’s attitude, nobody likes her. God, people are dumb.

Fucking stupid.

But you can’t save them all. Not everyone is going to be a rocket scientist. Oh well. Miss Michelle would be bumped to the bottom soon enough. Jenny would ascend to the top of this division where she belongs, being the longest tenured female currently on this roster.

As the breeze began to pick up a little, she wondered if the girl from last night took her up on the offer. If Blaze was going to come to Vancouver and let Jenny show her how a girl as perfect as she is can live whatever life she chooses. How a girl so broken can be patched together.

Show her how to smile.

It’s scary what a smile can hide.

Her phone began to vibrate on the table next to her, sending ripples through her champagne and causing her strawberry to bump into the sides like a boat in a dock during a storm.

Who could this possibly be?

She didn’t recognize the number, but it was a 775 number. Nevada, but not Vegas. “Mmmm….hello?” she answered the phone sensually.

On the other side, however, was static. It sounded like a females voice, but on one of those old time telephones. “Uhhhh…..hello?”

Nothing. The line went dead. Weird.

Hey, it was Friday the 13th, she would expect some weird shit to happen today. Not surprising to her at all.

She set the phone down and shook her head. Touching the spot just below her belly button, she envisioned sitting on her own porch with the purple and white title around her waist. The title that Miss Michelle didn’t deserve.

Just then, she was spooked a little by her phone vibrating again. This time her champagne almost slid off the round glass table. 775 number again. This time, she scoffed a bit as she hit the button to send it to voicemail. She was not a fan of wasting time.

Almost jumping out of her chair, her entire body lurched as she heard a knock on her door. It was a soft rap, but the room and the landscape was completely silent otherwise. “Jesus”, she said under her breath. Getting up, and pulling her robe over herself a little and tying it in the middle, she walked to the door, and peered through the hole. Nobody was there.

“What the fuck…..I swear to god I am going to light somebody up…..” she turned around to grab the phone to report a prank to the front desk when the rapping on the door happened again.

Shooting over to the door with speed and agility she ripped it open---as fast as you can for those slow, heavy hotel doors---”what?!…..oh”

Standing in front of her, with a loose fitting tee and a pair of leggings was Blaze. She had made the trip after all.

Jenny smiled and gave the girl a big hug. The embrace was passionate, but there was nothing to her. She had to be 100 pounds, soaken wet. Hell, she sort of made Jenny feel fat.

“Giiiirrlll! You made it!” Jenny said, “come on in! Sit down!”

The girl nervously made her way into the room. She set her bag on the bed. “I am probably in a lot of trouble. Tonight is a big money night.”

Jenny smiled, unclasping her robe. “Girl….after tonight, you won’t need to go back to that god forsaken place. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

The girl pulled her phone out of her bag. “Oh yeah? What exactly do you do, anyway?”

The girl was typing something on her phone, to someone, with a fever pitch. Boyfriend, boss, baby daddy, all three?

“That is the beautiful thing. I do whatever I want, and I look good doing it!”

The girl snorted a little.

“But for real…..I am a professional wrestler now. Shockingly enough.”

The girl put the phone down. “Uhhh….for real? You dragged me up here to take me to a wrestling show?”

Jenny took the girls phone from her. She set it on the table and poured a glass of champagne for her. “Oh, trust me sweetness, it is much, much more than that…..” She hands the glass to the girl.

“Let me guess, it is in some gymnasium somewhere? Gonna throw some bodies around…...”

The girls lack of faith was highly disturbing to Jenny.

“No…...it is not that at all…...here, come sit on the porch with me.”

The girl walked slowly, still not fully comfortable with her surroundings in a totally different country with a girl she met the night before. She didn’t trust anyone, didn’t know the intentions. Nobody has ever helped her out before in her entire life, all they have ever done is hurt her.

Pulling up a chair she sat down. She shot Jenny a look, wondering why she was dressed so scantily clad on such a chilly night.

“You see those mountains…...” Jenny asked the girl, who nodded. “What if I told you that you could stand at the top and look down. What if I told you that those mountains are just another bump in the road, and there is so many higher summits out there to reach?”

The girl looked at Jenny like she had two heads. “I’d call you bat shit crazy.”

“Ahh yes…….just like I would have when I was where you are. I saw no hope for myself either. I was down and out, about as down and out as one could be. I used to cut myself, because it would feel better than going through every day the way it was. I used to think that nobody wanted me for anything other than sex. Anything but my body.”

The girl nodded, taking a sip of the beverage Jenny gave her. She seemed to relate.

“I brought it on myself, I used my body to get what I wanted. In a way, I still do. This match is not just a wrestling match, it is a match where bodies will be used for sexual excitement…..right up our alley.”

The girl took a sip, looking at Jenny inquisitively.

“What do you mean up our alley? I don’t know the first thing about wrestling. Hell, I don’t even like fighting.”

Jenny smiled at the girl. “Oh sweetness, it isn’t about fighting at all. It is about pride, don’t you see that? The girl I am facing is a stuck up snob who thinks she is better than me because she hasn’t grown up like me. She thinks she is better than me because of her assumed status. She feels like I don’t deserve to be the figurehead of the women’s division because of my past…..don’t ya just hate when bitches assume stuff about us?”

The girl nodded, sheepishly.

“You don’t say much, do you?”

“What is there to say?”

“Ask Miss Michelle, she sure has a lot to say.”

“I don’t even know who that is!”

Jenny picks her phone up, unlocks it and pulls up what appears to be a photo.

“Her.”

The girls eyes lit up and she almost choked on her champagne as she began to laugh.

“My god, how old is she?!”

“That’s what I asked!”

The girl smiled at Jenny.

Jenny smiled back.

“So, you have to beat her up?”

“No, I have to strip her down to her bra and panties. The first girl to be stripped to her bra and panties loses the match.”

The girl shook her head.

“That should win the match!”

“That’s what I said! Who would want to see that gross body!”

They both giggled. Girl time.

“But really, though. She is the champion. It is a belt I believe one hundred and ten percent was designed to fit around this size 1 waist. I wanted you to come up here because I see a lot of me in you. Truly. And I wanted to show you that it is possible to rise up to a bully, to overcome adversity, and for girls like us to go somewhere in our life. Girls like us can be something. By the end of tomorrow night, a deadbeat stripper from Vegas will be……...champion.”

The two girls toasted, and Blaze smiled…..a real smile…..for the first time since Jenny has known her.

It’s scary what a smile can hide.

MICHELLE'S NIGHTMARE:

]]> <![CDATA[Drezdin can eat my ass whole]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29573 Fri, 13 Oct 2017 20:59:42 -0700 Grande Ricardo]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=29573 "Hi, Drezzy bezzy the chocolate mezzy. I'm a rapper, and I'm sitting on the crapper." The camera zooms out to show Grande Ricardo is, in fact, taking a massive dump right here and now. He calls them Gillies. Ok, zoom back in.

"You're such a lame ass dork nugget, like boo hiss. Do I really need to address you to win this match? Cause I'm pretty sure it's won by in ring work, and not what promos we cut. Weird, I was certain I signed up for a wrestling promotion. And not a debate club. Good thing, too, because if it was a debate club, you'd probably be out of your depth even more, you illiterate fuck. Have you ever actually won a match here? Genuine question, what's your record? Zero wins, half a million losses? Do you exist for any reason other than to get the shit kicked out of you? When the doctor slapped you the minute you were born, did he just follow it up by slamming you on the ground and pinning you for the one two three? Cause I gotta tell ya, if he didn't, and if your dad didn't every day of your life, they did jack shit to prepare you for your future. In case you misunderstood, your future is looking up at the sky as the better person pins you for the three count, and fans boo you like your name was Roman Reigns, and you had a stroke and lost all motor function.

Calling you a cuck would be an insult to cucks. Your significant others never left you for the better person, they just realized they could have a better time dating a literal corpse than dating you, you rancid pile of jizz socks. I don't know if I can keep this up, but I'm gonna try. Which is more than you could ever say about anything in your life. I could seriously just not show up to the match, send my goddamn dragon down to fight you, and still walk away the champion. Hell, I could send a fucking Pool noodle down to beat you, and you'd be outmatched. You're less talented in ring than a chalupa is at pretending to be a bowl of pasta. If you were a My Little Pony, you'd be Disappointment Sparkles, and your cutie mark would be the image of your mom hanging herself in shame. Let me set that up again. If you were a character on Dragon Ball Z, Krillin would be calling you useless. If you were a McDonald's promotional item, you'd be the random ass Hot wheels they tried to get people interested in.

If you were a mythical figure from history, you'd be the rock next to the one Arthur pulls the sword from. If you were a Disney movie, you'd be Mighty Joe Young, which was the worst received giant monkey movie ever. Let that sink in. If you were in the WCW, you'd be the dude who had to clean the bathrooms after Dusty Rhodes had a big bowl of chili. If you were a state in the US, you'd be Nebraska, during the dust bowl. You're literally the William Hung of the XWF, except he actually had fans. So, I guess you're less than William Hung. You're Clay Aiken's chance at being a US Senator. You're the Jan Brady of wrestling. Jesus, these keep coming. You're the weird animated version of Lord of the Rings, after someone cut out all the cool parts. You're the Chicken Soup for the Soul trend in 2017. You're the failed Chicken Run sequel. You're the AirPlane reboot, without Leslie Nielsen. You're what happens when you drop one of those dollar tree calculators in a toilet after a heavy meal consisting of nothing but Taco Bell fire sauce packets. You're the look of disappointment on someone's face every time they read the newspaper and see that Canada is still a country. You're the result of a bottle of mayonnaise fucking a tube of toothpaste, and aborting the bitch, and then microwaving the fetus.

Do you catch what I'm putting down, Drezzy? Because in plain terms, you'd dead useless, mother fucker. You've got as much chance at winning this, as Tonya Harding does of winning a sportsmanship trophy. You participation trophy, mother fucker."]]> "Hi, Drezzy bezzy the chocolate mezzy. I'm a rapper, and I'm sitting on the crapper." The camera zooms out to show Grande Ricardo is, in fact, taking a massive dump right here and now. He calls them Gillies. Ok, zoom back in.

"You're such a lame ass dork nugget, like boo hiss. Do I really need to address you to win this match? Cause I'm pretty sure it's won by in ring work, and not what promos we cut. Weird, I was certain I signed up for a wrestling promotion. And not a debate club. Good thing, too, because if it was a debate club, you'd probably be out of your depth even more, you illiterate fuck. Have you ever actually won a match here? Genuine question, what's your record? Zero wins, half a million losses? Do you exist for any reason other than to get the shit kicked out of you? When the doctor slapped you the minute you were born, did he just follow it up by slamming you on the ground and pinning you for the one two three? Cause I gotta tell ya, if he didn't, and if your dad didn't every day of your life, they did jack shit to prepare you for your future. In case you misunderstood, your future is looking up at the sky as the better person pins you for the three count, and fans boo you like your name was Roman Reigns, and you had a stroke and lost all motor function.

Calling you a cuck would be an insult to cucks. Your significant others never left you for the better person, they just realized they could have a better time dating a literal corpse than dating you, you rancid pile of jizz socks. I don't know if I can keep this up, but I'm gonna try. Which is more than you could ever say about anything in your life. I could seriously just not show up to the match, send my goddamn dragon down to fight you, and still walk away the champion. Hell, I could send a fucking Pool noodle down to beat you, and you'd be outmatched. You're less talented in ring than a chalupa is at pretending to be a bowl of pasta. If you were a My Little Pony, you'd be Disappointment Sparkles, and your cutie mark would be the image of your mom hanging herself in shame. Let me set that up again. If you were a character on Dragon Ball Z, Krillin would be calling you useless. If you were a McDonald's promotional item, you'd be the random ass Hot wheels they tried to get people interested in.

If you were a mythical figure from history, you'd be the rock next to the one Arthur pulls the sword from. If you were a Disney movie, you'd be Mighty Joe Young, which was the worst received giant monkey movie ever. Let that sink in. If you were in the WCW, you'd be the dude who had to clean the bathrooms after Dusty Rhodes had a big bowl of chili. If you were a state in the US, you'd be Nebraska, during the dust bowl. You're literally the William Hung of the XWF, except he actually had fans. So, I guess you're less than William Hung. You're Clay Aiken's chance at being a US Senator. You're the Jan Brady of wrestling. Jesus, these keep coming. You're the weird animated version of Lord of the Rings, after someone cut out all the cool parts. You're the Chicken Soup for the Soul trend in 2017. You're the failed Chicken Run sequel. You're the AirPlane reboot, without Leslie Nielsen. You're what happens when you drop one of those dollar tree calculators in a toilet after a heavy meal consisting of nothing but Taco Bell fire sauce packets. You're the look of disappointment on someone's face every time they read the newspaper and see that Canada is still a country. You're the result of a bottle of mayonnaise fucking a tube of toothpaste, and aborting the bitch, and then microwaving the fetus.

Do you catch what I'm putting down, Drezzy? Because in plain terms, you'd dead useless, mother fucker. You've got as much chance at winning this, as Tonya Harding does of winning a sportsmanship trophy. You participation trophy, mother fucker."]]>