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<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - TURNING POINT 2018 RP BOARD]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Wed, 06 May 2026 00:17:22 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[My Beginnings]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30655 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 23:59:56 -0800 Alistair Sørensen]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30655

Everywhere in life, there are stories. Stories that follow us around, stories that can make us or break us. Stories of injuries, death or loss. Stories of friendship, love and victory. These stories help shape us and the future.

So what about me? What's my story?

Well...

- February 14th, 1993 -

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I caught the wooden bokken in my tiny, pristine five-year old hands, my eyes in pure awe and wonder as I studied the wooden sword in my hands. It was small, small enough to be wielded as good as it could be in my inexperienced hands. It couldn't have been any other model than a tantō bo, in hindsight.

I looked up towards my mother, my eyes gleaming as I softly spoke. "Takk skal du ha."

My mother nodded as she knelt in front of me, softly speaking back to me so as to not to wake the slumbering giant known as my father in his room. "Så Alistair, hvordan ville du føle om sparring med meg med ditt nye sverd?"

At first, I was ready to jump for joy. A chance to use my new birthday present? Awesome! But then, I stopped myself from becoming too over excited as I tried realizing the situation.

My mother was a careful, precise person. She wasn't the type to make unsafe choices. Slowly, thinking she must have some sort of plan, I raised the bokken.

"Jeg antar at det betyr ja?" my mother smiled, however she didn't raise her own bokken that I noticed in the corner of my eye. "Ikke her, skjønt. Din far sover fortsatt."

Nodding, I followed my mother as we walked down the creaky hallway, trying our best to be as quiet as possible. With another small creak, she opened the door and held it for me to go through.

The bone-chilling Norwegian air hit me like a shotgun blast as the dirt crunched beneath me with every step. I clenched my bokken tight as I heard my mother crunching right behind me. As soon as we were a sufficient length away from the house, my mother spoke again.

"Vel, Alistair, er du klar?" Like in the house, I raised my bokken in response. My mother smiled as she raised her's as well. "Vel, Alistair, den første streiken er din."

Time slowed for me as I began to finally process the situation. My mother wanted me to strike her. To harm her. It seemed surreal, and yet her countenance was grim as she looked at me with steely eyes.

I lunged, bokken at the ready as I knew I was going to wipe the slight smirk off her face as--

Almost effortlessly, she parried my strike and WHACKED me on the side of my head. I could feel my ears ringing as I stepped back, trying to collect myself.

"Du må overvinne din svakhet. Det vil ikke være noen fiende som vil gi deg barmhjertighet på slagmarken, Alistair. Kom deg opp og prøv igjen."

I gritted my teeth as I lunged again, trying various sweeping bokken shots but again, effortlessly, one after the other, my mother parried them all as my eyes flashed in horror, with another swift WHACK to the head.

Time and again, no matter how hard I kept trying, my anger pouring out more and more and there being definitive signs of something great that could truly show itself, my mother continued to dominate me as if it were child's play, her honed skills being evident. But this... it was plain to see that this was the beginning of something great.

"Denne historien var for tjuefem år siden nå. Tjuefem år, og jeg kan definitivt si at min mor var den mest dyktige og farlige motstanderen jeg noensinne har møtt, og uansett hvor mange ganger vi sparer, har jeg alltid følt en uoverstigelig utfordring, selv med min overlegen høyde og vekt."

"Dessverre vil mine motstandere ikke engang gi meg selv en eksternt utfordrende konkurranse i forhold til det jeg har vært igjennom. De eneste som har plaget seg med å vise seg, er Drezdin og Mezian, av alle mennesker."

"Drezdin, jeg synes det er spesielt ydmykende fra din side å si at vi er alle bedriftsklowner, og hvor mye vekt legges på hvordan vi snakker i dag. Men du er ikke på et sted å kritisere dette aspektet. Du er en ydmykende, lumbering russisk brute som knapt bryr seg om å stryke sammen en sammenhengende setning, enn si, få faktaene dine slik som at folk som Vincent Lane og Scully bryte i ungdommen dine, til tross for at det var minst et solid tiår siden. Hvorfor skal vi høre på hva en løgner har sagt? Ingen bryr seg om denne meldingen. Disse fansen betaler for å se den mest spennende og fengslende brytingen i denne bransjen, og det er nok å si at du ikke hører hjemme. Du kan enkelt bli kuttet løs når som helst. Og likevel, din mest ideelle tingen å gjøre ... er å fornærme selskapet som så nådig har holdt deg. Du klarer ikke å innse at folk har blitt halshugget her for FAR mindre. Han vil, jeg kan til og med være den som skal avlede mine motstandere som har syntes å ikke vise seg så langt."

"Du er et håpløst naivt, dumt og petulant barn. Du er det spesielle barnet i skolen som blir mobbet. Fordi alle vet at det uansett hva, til tross for din freakishly gigantiske størrelse ... kan du ikke vinne en kamp for å redde livet ditt. Og du vet hva de sier, Drez? Jo større de er ... jo vanskeligere faller de."

"Mezian. Du har vært rolig om meg, og sa bare hvordan jeg spiste i å forvente en kamp med Scully, som ideelt sett skal være normen når noen gjør en åpen utfordring. Jeg prøvde å hevde min mulighet, og ledelsen gikk på den. Nå, jeg drar ikke på det lenger. Den triste tingen er, men det er at du tydeligvis lever i en slags illusjon. Men virkeligheten er, jeg handler om fakta. Engler, daemoner ... de eksisterer ikke. Den eneste demonen du trenger å bekymre deg for når vi går i den ringen, er meg. Jeg vil sørge for at du spiser ordene dine og gir deg ydmykhet, du prikker. Ikke vær så høy og mektig når du ikke kan klippe den."]]>

- February 14th, 1993 -

AGAIN! Hahahahaha"

"Noooooooooooooooooo!

Mystery hovered the syringe over Scullys wrist. Skull was about to become special just like he used be, just like Chris Chaos is now.... ..

"Babe! Babe"

Scullys body began shaking. The syringe was coming down to his wrist, he is nudged again and his eyes opened slowly. The first thing he seen was

Natalie.... It was just a dream.

"Was you having that dream again, sexy bum?"

Scully nodded. It wasn't the first time Scully had dreamt that dream, it was now the 2nd time, in fact. "Yeah and the same outcome."

"Let me help you forget..."

Natalie kisses Scully on the lips passionately and then moves down to his neck as grabs a good of her long, blonde hair. She kisses his chest and licks his nipples. First the left one and then the the right. She kisses down his toned abs before reaching his tower.... And the pleasure began....

Saturday, 4th of March
Location: Skull & Natalies house, Miami, Florida.

Natalie was in the living room playing Candy Crush saga on her phone. Little Aston was playing with his rather large, you aeroplane and his cars. Scully was just on the phone to his mate, Matty who had come over from Birmingham, England to stay for a while. Skull had let Matty stay at his flat across the way. It wasn't too far and Skull had some news for his mate. Skull sat on the end of his kingsize bed as he continued to speak to Matty....

"So I've got something to tell you."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Well I'm going to be moving back in with Natalie, permanently."

"That's awesome news mate, I'm happy for you."

"Well not to leave you deserted, I'll keep the pad on for a while so you can stay as long as you like. But I will need to let it go at some point."

"I understand. Well to be honest, I'm in no rush to go back. What if I pay the rent?"

"I can't ask you to do that, that's not fair on you."

"Of course It is, I insist. I have a bit of money in the bank."

"Did you want a job at the Xtreme Wrestling Federation?"

"What you reckon you could get something?"

"Yeah I don't see why not. Alfie gets paid for being my personal camera man and he does some work for them, taking some pictures for the magazine etc..."

"Okay that'll be great. Thanks man. Are you gonna come out for a drink later?"

"I can't really, I got the Turning Point pay- per-view tomorrow.. I got A TV title shot."

"Of course you have. I reckon you've got this."

"I know I've got this! If you want, you can come with me. Chill backstage."

"I'm definetely up for that."

"I'll text you later on."

"Okay... Sweet. Laters mate."

"Cheerio."

Bear, Natalies dog was led next to him on the bed. Skull stroked his fluffy companion. He stood up and walked to the store cupboard, he opened the door to grab a towel to get in the shower. Skull accidentally knocked a yellow hand towel out of the cupboard. It landed on Bears head, who was next to Scully. Skull looked down at Bear and chuckled.

"You remind me off one of my Turning Points opponents. Chris Chaos is his name.."

Bear just looked at Scully.

"Well actually you're cute, he's not. But he wears a collar like you and his Mrs takes him for walks all the time. He's her bitch. hahahaha... Better get a wiggle on I suppose...."

It's me, it's me, it's Scully. Are we already for the crowning of a NEW XWF TV Champ? Cuz you better be. Are you ready for the pay-per-view known as Turning Point? Because you have no choice but to be ready for that. I will enter a fatal four way elimination match against two former TV champs, one being John Holliday and the second being Drew Archyle. Yep, it's written in the stars that Drew WILL lose the championship and I will take it off his hands. Chris Chaos has been spitting shit as usual, everytime he speaks I smell shit. He is good at verbal diahrea, he is a pro. But that's the only thing he is good at apart from being Jenny's lap dog. The so called Power Couple are destined for failure at TP. Jenny Myst will get the rider off her life and Chaos will be Scullanated!"

Jenny's bitch! Said:"Scully.....I should have expected you to be the first on to open your mouth. You just can't stay away from the camera's can you? Whatever ounce of limelight there is to soak in, you have to shove your nose in it with all your glory. I mean you can't even keep your story straight long enough to talk shit about me. First I've never won another title besides the Universal, then I was Tag Champions. Which is it?"

"There's nothing worse than when someone opens their mouth and tries to insult you, but fails miserably. I mean here we have Jenny's bitch repeatedly calling me,

right? As soon as he began talking, he immediately said a word incorrectly. He dribbled, he slobbered and he can't say the simple word, 'one'. I mean come on, that's the first number you start with when you count. Aston can count to fuckin' ten and you can't even say 'ONE'. I actually said, no other single titles to your name and you've been given enough opportunities? Shame on you! You had one half of the tag titles and your partner didn't even like You! If you opened your ears the first time, you would've heard that correctly. No other single titles. You made me repeat myself because you were too dumb to listen the first time."

Jenny's bitch! Said:"You spent the first 5 minutes of your promo telling us about how James Raven beat you and how you beat up on some nobodies in order to stock pile wins for your resume. Facing Muddy Waters doesn't make you top tier. Hell, Muddy Waters went on hiatus after I lit his ass on fire last year. Then I beat his daughter like most men in Kentucky do. These matches don't make you good, Scully, they make you just above average."

Once again, you prove you're good at talking out of your arse. Before you make some excuse as to why you didn't pay attention, I NEVER said I beat Muddy Waters because I didn't face him. You've already made out like I beat him and proud when the match didn't happen in the first place and considering it was meant to be at TP, if anything that makes you even more of a tool. Instead I'm imprinting my boot into your already fucked up face. Wanna hear a joke about your chin???
Never mind, its too long. Hahahaha... I laughed at my own joke, sue me! Are you going to chin me? I'm going to tell you a joke anyway. One of those childish ones you like because you're so perfect that nothing you say is immature. That's not a chin it's a Hong Kong phone directory opened at the pages with all the Chins on...

I heard you say I failed to leave details out about my Universal title reign? And that I held the title for almost a year, ducking title matches? 22nd of July I defeated Vinnie Lane, Peter Gilmour beat me on the 19th of November. Well considering I can actually add up, that's like 4 months. Since when did 4 months almost equal a year? I admitted when I was

, I believe you need to do the same. 4 months, about the same length of time as you had it. I wasn't a great champion and that makes me more determined to become the TV champion. Because that's what I'll be, a champion. You're going to leave empty handed, like you always do.

Jenny's bitch Said:"I'm actually honored. It showed that Engy respected my ability to be a threat to him for long enough that he needed to ax it. Not only that, but he and Jim had some sort of a butt play relationship going. He wanted him and his buddy to be champions. He didn't choose me because I was the "weakest champion", he chose me because of his alliance with Jim. You dumb motherfucker."

"Yeah they must be real good mates. Pfft... Maybe the rest of the Apex didn't want the Engineer to join the group? Just like Jim liked him after all. You believe that's why he pinned you? Not everyone is as dilusional as you. He pinned you cuz you're an easy target.
I would say we could ask Drew why Engineer pinned you or why he isn't a member but it seems he's too scared to cut a promo.

Talking off stables, I've been in a few yeah but it shows people actually wanna team with me. Well as I already stated, Jim didn't wanna team with you, Chris. Partners may come and go, stables may break up, nothing lasts forever. The fact remains, NO ONE wants to team with you. No one likes you. Ask John Holliday, he just ran you down and reversed over your head. He didn't really say anything to me, you know why? Because he knows that I'll own him just like I own you. Bark for me, boy! Your Mrs doesn't like you, hence why she beats the fuck outta ya and not in the bedroom either.

Should I be annoyed that one of your gay buddies wants to fuck me in the ass, Chris? Erm... No. Why should I care? Do I blame him for wanting a piece of the Scullmeister, NO not really. You should've asked what he thought of you. You should've been like , would you shitstab me? He's reply would be, not by the hairs on your long chin. Haha I'm quite disappointed that you're the only one I need to own. I suppose you're used to it with Jenny. Being owned. Why is it, people like you think that because my surname is Scully that tagging it with X-Files because of a character is good banter? Erm... I'm afraid you have absolute shit banter! And you have shit hair.

John Holliday, it was good of you join us at last. If you're lucky, I might let you have a few digs at Chris before I take him out but I'm not promising anything. This is my match for the taking and MY championship to be won. Who's gonna stop me?

All of you tune in to Turning Point to witness your NEW XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, Scully be handed the gold and watch Chris Chaos fail again. Watch Drew lose the title and Holliday not able to regain it. I'm Scully and I'm #MADE4TV... Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"]]> http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30726
Read Part 1 first if you haven't already :)

You may recall Scully being held against his will in some basement by some mystery attacker. He had no where to go, his partner and little boy were also helpless and Scully had to do or receive some bizarre, unwanted shit. The envelope had been chosen on the roulette and now was the time to see what Scullys fate would be...

Drum Roll please......

Mystery opened the envelope and put their had in. After smirk arose on the face of the disguised individual, they pulled out a...

Syringe.....

"It looks like you'll be....

Jenny's bitch! Said:"Scully.....I should have expected you to be the first on to open your mouth. You just can't stay away from the camera's can you? Whatever ounce of limelight there is to soak in, you have to shove your nose in it with all your glory. I mean you can't even keep your story straight long enough to talk shit about me. First I've never won another title besides the Universal, then I was Tag Champions. Which is it?"

"There's nothing worse than when someone opens their mouth and tries to insult you, but fails miserably. I mean here we have Jenny's bitch repeatedly calling me,

Jenny's bitch! Said:"You spent the first 5 minutes of your promo telling us about how James Raven beat you and how you beat up on some nobodies in order to stock pile wins for your resume. Facing Muddy Waters doesn't make you top tier. Hell, Muddy Waters went on hiatus after I lit his ass on fire last year. Then I beat his daughter like most men in Kentucky do. These matches don't make you good, Scully, they make you just above average."

Jenny's bitch Said:"I'm actually honored. It showed that Engy respected my ability to be a threat to him for long enough that he needed to ax it. Not only that, but he and Jim had some sort of a butt play relationship going. He wanted him and his buddy to be champions. He didn't choose me because I was the "weakest champion", he chose me because of his alliance with Jim. You dumb motherfucker."

"Yeah they must be real good mates. Pfft... Maybe the rest of the Apex didn't want the Engineer to join the group? Just like Jim liked him after all. You believe that's why he pinned you? Not everyone is as dilusional as you. He pinned you cuz you're an easy target.
I would say we could ask Drew why Engineer pinned you or why he isn't a member but it seems he's too scared to cut a promo.

Talking off stables, I've been in a few yeah but it shows people actually wanna team with me. Well as I already stated, Jim didn't wanna team with you, Chris. Partners may come and go, stables may break up, nothing lasts forever. The fact remains, NO ONE wants to team with you. No one likes you. Ask John Holliday, he just ran you down and reversed over your head. He didn't really say anything to me, you know why? Because he knows that I'll own him just like I own you. Bark for me, boy! Your Mrs doesn't like you, hence why she beats the fuck outta ya and not in the bedroom either.

Should I be annoyed that one of your gay buddies wants to fuck me in the ass, Chris? Erm... No. Why should I care? Do I blame him for wanting a piece of the Scullmeister, NO not really. You should've asked what he thought of you. You should've been like , would you shitstab me? He's reply would be, not by the hairs on your long chin. Haha I'm quite disappointed that you're the only one I need to own. I suppose you're used to it with Jenny. Being owned. Why is it, people like you think that because my surname is Scully that tagging it with X-Files because of a character is good banter? Erm... I'm afraid you have absolute shit banter! And you have shit hair.

John Holliday, it was good of you join us at last. If you're lucky, I might let you have a few digs at Chris before I take him out but I'm not promising anything. This is my match for the taking and MY championship to be won. Who's gonna stop me?

All of you tune in to Turning Point to witness your NEW XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, Scully be handed the gold and watch Chris Chaos fail again. Watch Drew lose the title and Holliday not able to regain it. I'm Scully and I'm #MADE4TV... Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"]]> <![CDATA[The Chris Chaos Show Ep. 3]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30792 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 23:32:44 -0800 Chris Chaos]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30792 [Image: YmVFJ5v.gif]

The opening avatar came on the screen--dark and bleak, showing a man in a full trench coat walking down an alley, with shots of Chris blending in and out.

Then the scene cuts to pristine Clearwater Beach, Florida. It shows Pier 60, the cocaine white sand, the greenish hue of the Gulf rolling in. Arial view. It took us over the city of Clearwater and over the Courtney Campbell Bridge, into Tampa.

The skyline of Tampa is now visible as music plays in the background, light enough to be notice but soft enough not to distract the viewer from what is going on in the picture. It passed by some historic buildings in Ybor City, one of the oldest and most stories districts in the entire city.

It circled around the city as THE X-TREME WRESTLING FEDERATION PRESENTS: shows up on the screen. Street signs from inner Tampa are shown as it moves away from the city, towards Pasco County.

Finally, it cuts to Chris, taking off his sunglasses and looking into the camera as the scene fades to black.

THE CHRIS CHAOS SHOW

EPISODE 3

The scene cuts to Chris sitting on his balcony again at his Clearwater Condo. He has a drink in hand, sipping it through a slurpy straw.

John Holliday has become a bigger waste of space than Barney Green ever was. You'd think his pretty boy ass would have at least shown up in front of the camera. Barney couldn't wait to put his ugly mug up there for all of us to feel sick over. Where is John Holliday? It takes a lot to surprise me but I am not going to lie, I am a little shocked. I think it will be Emmy Award worthy if Barney actually ups and drops his ass. How amazing would that be? The biggest loser I have ever had the misfortune of sharing a ring with would be the one to drop the second biggest loser. That is pure television gold right there. Not to mention you held the title for a week after using a technical loop hole to obtain it. God you're trash. I hope you die in your sleep. Oh, and by the way, come up with some new insults. Panda? That was funny for about a week six months ago. That shit is dead and buried, I put Reno and Panda on the shelf for good. Now perhaps it is your turn.

Scully, I think I already showed the world how much of a scam he is. Fuck him with a spiked dildo. When Scully is the first one eliminated, I am going to laugh. He seems to think that Chris Chaos isn't the one on a 5 match winning streak. He seems to think that Chris Chaos has lost a step or two. Really? The first one Scully? Were you deprived of Oxygen at birth? I am big match Chaos. Win or lose, I am always there at the end and it is always a dramatic finish. I am always around at the end. For you to come up with such foolish remarks make you sound dumber than we already thought you were. I always knew you were a douchebag, but I gave you some credit for at least having an IQ above 70. I guess I was wrong. It happens.

So Drew Archyle has been silent. Maybe he is realizing that what I said about him being the pawn on the chessboard of Apex, taking the shots they are too bougie to take, has gotten to him. Maybe he is looking over his shoulder. Maybe he has finally made a good decision in his life. I am coming for that strap. I realize men like Erik Black, some of the toughest motherfuckers I have ever faced, have failed against him. But I am not them. I am a step above. An entire promo wasted and you didn't reference me once. I thought you were going to tear apart my asshole---because, apparently, you know, that's your specialty."

Just then, Jenny walks in with a bag of groceries, interrupting the camera shot. They all focused on her and her skimpy tank top. Chris doesn't look pleased, but smiles anyway. Hey, they are a unit, right? Til death and all that. Jenny's shirt was riding up a bit from the bags, and you could see her belly button ring. She sets the groceries down rather loudly, and Chaos clears his throat. She looks over.

He gets up, cutting the camera interview short. The two of them embrace, and kiss, and Chris grabs her ass with a little squeeze. She smiles.

"Hey, fuck it, leave the groceries here. I want to take you to an event I have been planning."

"Umm, I just spent two hours in Publix picking out all this shit.......the least you could do is let me put it away!"

"No time, lets go."

"Chris....one thing you need to learn is not to fuck with a woman and her groceries. I don't have many other demands, but I do groceries!"

"Fuck you chivalry! I love it!" He pinches her ass again as she begins to put the ice cream away.

"Okay, after that, meet me in the parking garage. This going to be EPIC! I know we have an early flight and you got a battle with Mandii, but you don't wanna miss this!"

"Okay" she smiles.

Chris grabs his keys and his phone, leaving the door wide open as Jenny rolls her eyes and smiles before returning to putting the groceries away.

A promotional ad comes up, showing one of Chris's new companies.

SCENE CUTS

The scene picks back up with Jenny and Chris riding in his Jeep up highway 75, into horse country north of Tampa. Real back woods shit, the type of shit you hear about in hillbilly horror stories. Banjos and everything. He looks over at Jenny, a face serious as ever.

"Babe, did you know Scully is gay?"

She looks a bit taken aback, and brushes her bangs out of her face. "Umm....I didn't KNOW, but I had my suspicions. Gay AND

? What an unfortunate combo."

He nods with a "mhmm".

"So where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"And how do you know he is gay? Is there something I should know?"

"Oh, I just did a little poll. He was voted most fuckable by Tampa's homo community. Archyle didn't do so well, and Holliday, well, he is too much of a douche to meet the emotional needs to the gays."

"TMI"

"You asked."

"I regret it".

They drove for a little bit as the scene shows far out areal shots of the Jeep on the high way with some music. Finally they pull up to some farm country in Dade City, where all that was around them were pigs, cows, horses and trailers. They pulled up, crunching on the dirt road until they got to a fence. The Jeep rolled to a stop and Chris hopped out the driver door. Jenny got out of the passenger side. She had on her white Lil Miss Myst tank top and a pair of daisy duke cutoffs. Chaos had on gym shorts, black, with his grey tank top. A photo of his face was on it, because that is just how he is.

Standing in the middle of the field was a man with more warts than teeth. A farmer sporting just overalls and an a worn in, dusty, old-logo Devil Rays hat. There were more cars lined up than they expected to see.

"Clarence! My man! I told you we'd make it!"

The man extended out a hand. All around were signs showing "CHAOTIC PROMOTIONS". Apparently, there was an event going on that XWF had been funding and Chaos had been promoting all week.

"Let me show you to the event location! And who is the pretty lady?"

"My girlfriend, the next Bombshell Champion, and the best damn female wrestler you've ever seen".

The man smiled with a gap-toothed, dirty smile. The kind of smile that someone who has been dipping for 50 years has. In fact, he spit out a brown spit wad just after Chris answered him.

"I really appreciate the opportunity!" Chris said, somewhat jubilant. Whatever this event was, he was excited for it.

Clarence turned and the power couple followed. They walked about 50 yards to a mud pit behind the barn, and Jenny immediately grabbed her nose. Her sneakers stuck in the mud.

"Umm....this isn't my scene" she said with a high pitched voice, due to her nose being clasped.

Chris looked at her and rolled his eyes. He loved her, but she was high maitenence as a motherfucker.

The crowd that was around the pit must have been all those cars that were parked on the street. They all looked just as hickish as Clarence did.

He handed Chris the megaphone to greet the crowd. Jenny stood with her arms folded and her nose scrunched.

"Thank you all for coming out to the Chris Chaos Show special event! However, before we begin today's festivities, I want to shout out Chaos Boats....the only boats out there that are just as chaotic as I am!"

For those of you that didn't know Chaos had a boat, he does. Now you know.

A promotional ad for Chaos boats flashes across the screen.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, cousins and sisters and whoever else you're fucking, please let me introduce this afternoons festivities! What he have is the midget rodeo! These gifted little people will be riding pigs, and the one who stays on their bucking bacon the longest will win! I have put together an assortment of the best damn ham riders I could find, and I think you will all enjoy!"

The crowd cheered, and Jenny rolled her eyes.

"Introducing first, the Ham Holliday team! That's right, this little person and his pig are the best of buds! Holliday is a a tough-talking little shit who always seems to come up a little short---get it?---in the big situations. The pig he rides reminds him of both his mother and sister, so they have a strong bond! Holliday is an underachieving little twerp who only volunteered for today's event for the cash so he can get out of the dumpster behind the Popeye's! Ladies and Gentlemen, here is the Ham Holliday team!"

The pig trots out with the little Holliday on top. He waves to the crowd.

"Place your bets!"

The crowd grumbles, but throws the money regardless. Half of them could relate to this little fucker.

"Introducing next, this is the team of Drew and Dusty! Yes, that is right, Drew is a tough little son of a gun! He is constantly getting beat on, but he always gets up! This little guy has jumped on more pigs than his step father! And Dusty, well, he takes shits bigger than little Drew! Sometimes, he bucks extra hard to see how long Drew can hang on before dumping him off in the pile of crap he is used to wallowing in! Who likes this team?!"

Some more people throw money and begin to argue about which team is going to win.

"Wait, wait, before you begin to get into your white trash ranting and raving, I have one more team!"

"Let me introduce to you the team known as Ham Wallet! That is right, these money makers really know how to suck people into their dirty little lies. What lies are those? Maybe about, you know, being talented! This is little Scully and his Pig! This gay,

little man just wants to be given credit for trying! He sucks royally at everything he does but damnit he wants to be given a shot anyway! His pig is the best thing about this team because..wait for it....the pig is

too! They have a combined IQ of 65, this is quite the bacon combination! So let me ask you, who wants potatoes!?"

The crowd roars and throws their money. Jenny can't help but laugh through her plugged nose.

Clarence held up a gun and Chris gave him the ok to shoot. Unfortunently, however, most of the other crowd pulled out their guns too and everyone began shooting in the air. The frightened pigs began to take off willy nilly, it was total Chaos, just as he liked.

Scully had a hard time holding onto his pig. Holliday was firmly holding onto it, and Drew jumped off the pig and kicked it in its pig nuts, flipping it over and elbow dropping it!

"Ohhhh! It looks like on his own accord, Drew and Dusty have been eliminated! Boy, he really knows how to fist a pig!" Drew was currently punching his pig as Chris said this.

Holliday was having a hard time hanging on, because he sucks so much at everything, and his little hands were slipping quicker and faster.

"It looks like Holliday can't hold onto his meat that long! I always knew the big pink hog was too big for him!" Little Holliday slides off and falls face down into the mud.

"OOOOH! It looks like Holliday's meat got the best of him! Too bad! So look who is left....little Scully and his

The opening avatar came on the screen--dark and bleak, showing a man in a full trench coat walking down an alley, with shots of Chris blending in and out.

THE CHRIS CHAOS SHOW

EPISODE 3

potato pig!"

Meanwhile Scully and his pig are running face first into a fence, not bothering to turn around, just keeping the feet churning and kicking up mud but not going anywhere.

"So it looks like we have a winner!" Clarence yelled out over the chaos.

"Not yet!"

Chris drops the megaphone. He picks up little Drew and punts him like a football. He goes flying.

He then grabs little Holliday and shoves his face in the mud and pig shit. He curb stomps him. He then walks over to Scully. Picking him up he holds him up to his face. The little guy has a dumb look on his face, as usual. He then picks up the little Scully into the Equalizer. Dropping him into the mud he puts his foot onto him for the three count.

Picking up the megaphone he says "And your winner is, as always, Chris Chaos! Thank you for spending your money and have have a safe trip home!"

Clarence stands there gap-jawed as Chaos collects the money.

Scene Cuts.

Chris is sitting on the back bumper of his Jeep. Bruce is standing there smoking a cigarette.

"Bruce.......I need this. You have no idea how awesome it would be to have me as Television Champion. I could revitalize this entire company! I could turn the TV division on its ass.....plus, I just got this show up and running so I kind of need something to show for it."

Bruce took a puff, not saying anything.

"I think Holliday is going to choke, as usual. He has too much Barney in him, in more ways than one. Drew is nothing but a punching bag and Scully....well, here is the thing with Scully....he can sneak up on you. He is so dumb, it works for him. He doesn't even know what he is doing most of the time, but he uses it to his advantage. He is like Austin Powers dumb, ya know?"

Bruce nods.

"But, don't think this is all fun and games. The old Chaos is in here. I can tear someone apart in the blink of an eye. I am a champion, I know it."

Bruce finally speaks.

"Are you ready to defend this belt on a weekly basis?"

"I opt into every show as it is. Having a title around my waist, being the main event, give me a little more incentive, ya know? It gives me motivation to be the best I can be every week because I am facing the top competition."

Bruce nods, taking another puff.

Chris gets off the bumper of the Jeep.

"Today was fun, but it isn't all fun and games. I know I am in for a battle tomorrow night. I know that all four of these men can get lucky at any time. I know that I don't have to be pinned to lose. I know that feeling, how it felt to leave that chamber with the belt, and I know how it will feel to leave Turning Point as the new Television Champion. 2018 is the year of Chaos......and tomorrow night I am going to prove it."

Bruce nods, flicking his cigarette. The two share a glance at a hot woman in a tight racing shirt and spandex booty shorts jogging with her dog before walking back inside as the scene fades to black.

END SHOW]]> <![CDATA[Zombie {Final}]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30789 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 20:25:31 -0800 Mandii Rider]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30789
My first priority right now was to find Nero. She now was walking around in a new body that I had made for her with no direction to go. There were so many things running through my head like if she would be the same person she was before. I knew she looked different now but how would she react? Would she still be a Siren or would she be human? I needed to find her before it was to late.

Shortly after Amaryllis said her goodbye to her mother and left I started packing a duffel bag. It had clothes in it as well as some of Nero's things that I had kept after her passing. Helen watched me pack, silent. I knew she was still upset that I wouldn't inform the court of my knowledge of Ashba. I understood but at the same time this wasn't an affair the court should be apart of. For all intents and purposes he was my father and this had to do with my family. This wasn't a fight for the Sirens, this was my fight.

Mandii.

Helen finally broke her silence. Her tone was loving, something that took me off guard considering she hated me.

Don't you think it's time to choose one life and leave the other behind? You've always wanted to be a human. You tried to stay human by injected yourself with cells. Why are you trying so hard to keep a human life together and this Siren life you live here? Why not choose one and let the other die?

Because, while I wish I could live a normal life as a human...While I wish I could live and die I have accepted the fact that won't happen. I am the Siren Helen, but I still have what I've always known and that's wrestling. I'm not pretending to be human, I am doing something I love...Something I'm used to. It's a human tendency that when things change you revert back to the one thing that has always brought you confort. Some people have places they go, hobbies they pick back up, or even people they reconnect with. I turn back to wrestling because it is what I put my human life into. It was my everything.

So what about here? You are apart of the court now even though it helped us so little. You can't take that back and it is going to be tasking to keep up with it and wrestling. What are you going to do if you have to choose?

I thought for a moment. If I had to choose between this life and wrestling...I never thought of it before. Given the options, I would stay with wrestling. Being a Siren and being accepted here was nice but I would never feel the same way about the court that I do about wrestling.

I would choose wrestling. I won't ever have to choose but if I had to I would choose wrestling. I don't need to explain my choice to you because I won't ever have to choose one over the other. Like I said, I am both a wrestler and the Siren and that will never change.

I finished packing and tossed the strap of the duffle bag over my shoulder.

I'm going to find Nero and bring her back here.

If you do that the court is going to ask questions.

I know...I wasn't planning to keep this a secret from them but I knew if I told them about Ashba now they would start to plan for an attack. Don't worry Helen, you'll be free soon.

How do you know where to find her?

There have been killings in a small town near here. They started as soon as I woke up. It's not a guarantee but it's the only lead I have to her.

Be careful, Ashba is going to start a war with or without you and your sister. As much as it pains me to admit it, we need you this time too.

I nodded before leaving the room. The drive to the nearby town was only about thirty minutes. The moment I reached the border of the town I could tell something wasn't right. It was daylight out yet no one was around. It was a ghost town. I finally came across someone, a officer on the side of the road. He motioned for me to pull over so I did.

I haven't seen you around here before. Are you lost?

No.

Well, make sure you take shelter as soon as you get to where you are going. There is a hawk that flies over now and then. It's already taken lives so if you see it keep driving and don't leave your car.

Thank you for letting me know.

He nodded and I rolled my window up. There was no doubt now, this was Nero. I drove deeper into the town before seeing the shadow of a large bird. Immediately I stopped and looked up to see golden brown feathers. I got out of my car and called out for Nero.

Nero!

She paid me no mind and flew off. I retreated back into my car and started to follow her. She lead me out to a forest before I was out of road. I parked my car and got out. My body ran with heat again and I was in the air in a matter of moments. I had lost her trail but I wasn't giving up now. I flew for hours before landing in a clearing. There was still no sign of her as I leaned on a nearby tree to catch my breath. It was at this time that I remembered something, Nero was connected to me because my blood ran in her veins now. There had to be a way to reach her even if I couldn't see her.

I pulled a necklace out of my duffel bag and gripped it tightly in my hand before closing my eyes. There had to be a connection...There had to be. I focused on Nero but nothing happened. I tried harder until I felt a coldness wash over my body. A picture formed in my mind of rain as the feeling of doubt and worry washed over me. It wasn't much but it was enough.

When I opened my eyes I noticed rain clouds rolling in above me. She couldn't be far so I forced my body to morph and was once again in the sky. Hard rain began to fall forcing me to fly lower.

Come on Nero, where are you?

I flew into another town and began to notice bodies laying on the ground. She was here. I landed in the middle of a street and noticed a woman gasping for breath. As I ran over to her I could see a large gash across her neck. She held her hand out as I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to her neck. She looked up at me before barely making out words.

My daughter.

She choked on her blood and her eyes rolling in the back of her head. I looked around for a girl but never saw one. I decided to follow a blood trail leading into an enclosed ally. There I saw the girl. Her body was turning blue and I could see gashes on her back and arms. Her veins were close to the surface of her skin and the blood inside them was black. I darted toward her drawing the conclusion she had been poisoned.

Hey! You need to open your eyes! Come on kid, wake up!

I shook her trying to wake her. When my attempt proved unfruitful I bit into my wrist hard enough to draw blood and tried to drip my blood on the gashes. It was no use, the girl did not wake up and the longer I waited the darker her veins got and the more the poisoned spread. During my failed attempts of waking the girl up I herd whimpering from near by. My eyes darted up to see Nero. She was scared, shaking and watching the little girl die right before her.

Nero! Nero did you do this?!

She looked away from me giving me the answer I needed.

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Nero! If you poisoned her you are the only one who can help her. Please, help her!

Nero shook her head. I layed the girl on her back and walked over to Nero. She was shaking profusely and seemed to be unable to speak.

Nero, talk to me.

She shook her head.

Blink if you can't talk or move because of Ashba.

She blinked over and over vigorously. I yanked her up from the ground and drug her over to the girl before slitting her wrist and dripping her blood onto the girls lips. I shoved Nero away and pulled her girl up.

Come on.

Seeing that it wasn't helping, I wiped the blood from her lips and shoved my fingers into her mouth. The girls eyes shot open and she became responsive. I took my coat off and wrapped her in it before pulling her into my arms and running under a canopy. I propped her up on the building near by.

I want my mommy...

I know hunny but for now I need you to stay here ok?

Ok...

I stood up and saw Nero frozen. I walked over to her and put her face between my hands.

Is he in your mind?

She nodded. I put my hands on either side of her head and pushed. I had to try to do something to get him away from Nero before he broke her...Before he made her do something she couldn't come back from. I felt a warm rush of air pull my air back before feeling the heat run through my veins. The burning was more than normal causing me to open my eyes. I looked deep into Nero's eyes, a dark brown, and watched them fade to green.

Mandii...

Nero.

I pulled her into an embrace and fell the ground. Tears streamed down her face and mixed with the rain on my shoulder. She let out shrill cries and began to yell and scream into my shoulder.

It's ok Nero, I have you you are ok.

She gripped me tighter.

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I killed so many people Mandii, I killed them!

You didn't kill anyone Nero he did.

No! I wanted to help him! I wanted to kill those people! Mandii...I'm a- a- monster.

Shh.

I couldn't imagine what had happened to her...What he did to her. I tried to comfort her and listen to her between sobs.

I tried to fight him off but...

But what?

She stopped crying suddenly and looked up at me. Her eyes began to change before she slammed my back into the ground and began choking me.

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Nero.

I could barely speak let alone breath. I clawed at her hand but it was no use. I reach my hand above my head finding a rock near by and bashed it over Nero's head. She fell off me and rolled over onto her back. I took in deep breaths along with coughs as I rolled over to my side.

It's ok Nero...We're going to get you better.

I forced myself onto my feet and pulled Nero into my arms. Once again I morphed and was in the sky on my way back to the car. Half way there Nero opened her eyes and whispered under her breath.

The girl...

Will be fine. Someone will find her and take care of her. Focus on keeping him out of your head.

He's to strong...

You're stronger Nero fight him!

She grunted and clinged to me before letting out a growl.

Fight him!

I'm trying!!

This is your body Nero, your mind. He can't control you anymore, fight him!

I AM!

Her grip on my arm loosened as soon as we touched ground. She looked up at me while still in my arms and whispered under her breath.

He's gone...For now...

And with those last words Nero closed her eyes and feel limp in my arms. I sat her in the front seat and pulled a pair of chains of my car and wrapped them around her. I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Teakin. It went straight to voicemail.

You don't have to talk to me but I need you to listen. He's in Nero's head...Please, unless you want more blood spilled...Please help me...

I hung up the phone and turned to see Nero resting easy in the front seat. She didn't ask for this. She didn't ask to be brought back...She didn't ask for our father to torture her this way.

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As the hours countdown to turning point I reflect on the past few weeks. I realize that I have made mistakes and said things that would deem me unworthy of a champion. I understand that people are upset with my lack of care and for that I apologize. However, I have proven this week that laying down and taking hits isn't what I'm here for. I've shown that when it really matters I will fight tooth and nail until I reach my goal. I might not be the champion but damn, I have the burning desire to be crowned one. I proved myself in the past that I deserve to be here and that I deserve to be more than just a face on the roster. If all of that was for not then I guess I have work to do, but I will do it. I will prove my worth many times over if it means I earn the respect I know I deserve. There is no time for excuses anymore, only time for action and believe me when I say I will bring plenty of action at Turning Point. I will keep those fans on the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation to see who will be crowned not only the Bombshell Champion but also the face of this division. No matter what happens in this match, no matter who walks out the winner, it has been an honor and privilege to bring the women's division back to life. I truly have missed this federation and the talent in it. So thank you to the fans, thank you to the management, and above all thank you Jenny Myst because if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be able to say I have earned my spot on the bombshell roster.

Now that that is out of the way, I've noticed over the past week that Jenny doesn't know the difference between a dictator and a champion. A dictator dictates what a person can and can not do. They use fear and threats to get people to listen to them. They talk a big game so that the weak will bow before their feet. Well, she isn't a very good dictator considering I won't lay down and listen to the bullshit she has to spill about me. I will not allow her to tell me my value nor will I allow her to rule over me. I make my own rules, I break them if I must. I do what I have to for myself first before doing what people think I should do. A champion earns respect and that is why they are a leader of the division. A champion makes people watch them not because they say so but because they captivate in their attention. A champion doesn't allow people to come into their division and through them away when they seemingly have no use to make the division better. That is the main difference between me and Jenny. I'm not a dictator I am a champion. I draw in people's attention and make them watch me. I earn my respect and never tell someone they have to respect me. I might tell Jenny she should respect me but I don't force her to.

Jenny doesn't know the fundamentals of being the leader of a division because she has never had to try to be the leader. The championship was given to her because she was the only one worth anything in this division, or so she claims. She hasn't earned the right to be called a champion in this division because she hasn't had to bend over backwards for it. That is, until this week. This week she has met someone who is worthy of being called a champion. I have forced her to fight for her desires and for the very thing that gives her worthless life any meaning. I am the reason people are looking at this division, not her. I have brought meaning to this division and this championship and that brings me more honor than anything. I am honored that my hard work as finally forced Myst to get off her ass and work for what she wants.Jenny, you should be thanking me for bringing the best out of you something no other woman has done. I brought meaning to your career and I've even given you your fifteen minutes of fame when I didn't have to. Now, I take those fifteen minutes back.

I know I shouldn't expect to come back and be where I was after two years Jenny, I know that. Maybe the way I word things or do thing isn't right but you need to understand I have been through so much shit to be in this business. Yes, I have been broken by women far greater than myself at the time. I have walked away from the ring bloody, burned, and with scars I can never remove from my body. I have hung from a noose in the middle of the ring gasping for air and you want to know why? Because I love wrestling. I've had close calls of almost dying for the sport I love and I would do it a thousand times over if I had to. I have been disrespected and humiliated to the point of being shunned from federations. So if I have an attitude when it comes to the way I feel I should be treated or the matches I enter then I guess I have an attitude. I love this sport and would do anything to leave a permanent mark on it.

Like you said there is nothing more that needs to be said because it has been said all before. We have run circles around each other and now we put it all out on the line at Turning point. Low blows have been given along with bows when they were due but at the end of the day what matters is what happens in the ring and you have to see that I will do what I have to in order to win this week. I regret my choice of not trying at Warfare, believe me but not for the reasons you would think. I regret my choice of not trying because I did not give this federation the same discipline and drive that I had before. Turning point is my redemption and I plan to walk out the champion. Your drive is to get back the very thing that makes you worth something in life this week. My drive, my drive is to once again prove to this company that I am the wrestler that is going to buckle down and do what I have to in order to win, in order to put on a show.

I close with this, I know this match will not be an easy win. I realize mistakes I have made and plan to correct them. I have a lot to prove in this company again and I will. If I leave the ring broken and bruised at least I leave it knowing I put in my all. If I leave the ring on a stretcher at least I know that I put on a show and proved myself once again. Even if I can barely walk after this match I can hold my head high knowing that the Mandii who put her heart and soul into this business is back and will be better than she ever was. And you Jenny, you will know not to poke the bear. You will know to give credit where it is due and bow when you need to. If I can't leave the ring on my own neither will you because I will do to you what you do to me and worse. This is it Jenny, no more word tangos and no more repeating ourselves.

This is it.]]>
My first priority right now was to find Nero. She now was walking around in a new body that I had made for her with no direction to go. There were so many things running through my head like if she would be the same person she was before. I knew she looked different now but how would she react? Would she still be a Siren or would she be human? I needed to find her before it was to late.

Shortly after Amaryllis said her goodbye to her mother and left I started packing a duffel bag. It had clothes in it as well as some of Nero's things that I had kept after her passing. Helen watched me pack, silent. I knew she was still upset that I wouldn't inform the court of my knowledge of Ashba. I understood but at the same time this wasn't an affair the court should be apart of. For all intents and purposes he was my father and this had to do with my family. This wasn't a fight for the Sirens, this was my fight.

Mandii.

Helen finally broke her silence. Her tone was loving, something that took me off guard considering she hated me.

Don't you think it's time to choose one life and leave the other behind? You've always wanted to be a human. You tried to stay human by injected yourself with cells. Why are you trying so hard to keep a human life together and this Siren life you live here? Why not choose one and let the other die?

Because, while I wish I could live a normal life as a human...While I wish I could live and die I have accepted the fact that won't happen. I am the Siren Helen, but I still have what I've always known and that's wrestling. I'm not pretending to be human, I am doing something I love...Something I'm used to. It's a human tendency that when things change you revert back to the one thing that has always brought you confort. Some people have places they go, hobbies they pick back up, or even people they reconnect with. I turn back to wrestling because it is what I put my human life into. It was my everything.

So what about here? You are apart of the court now even though it helped us so little. You can't take that back and it is going to be tasking to keep up with it and wrestling. What are you going to do if you have to choose?

I thought for a moment. If I had to choose between this life and wrestling...I never thought of it before. Given the options, I would stay with wrestling. Being a Siren and being accepted here was nice but I would never feel the same way about the court that I do about wrestling.

I would choose wrestling. I won't ever have to choose but if I had to I would choose wrestling. I don't need to explain my choice to you because I won't ever have to choose one over the other. Like I said, I am both a wrestler and the Siren and that will never change.

I finished packing and tossed the strap of the duffle bag over my shoulder.

I'm going to find Nero and bring her back here.

If you do that the court is going to ask questions.

I know...I wasn't planning to keep this a secret from them but I knew if I told them about Ashba now they would start to plan for an attack. Don't worry Helen, you'll be free soon.

How do you know where to find her?

There have been killings in a small town near here. They started as soon as I woke up. It's not a guarantee but it's the only lead I have to her.

Be careful, Ashba is going to start a war with or without you and your sister. As much as it pains me to admit it, we need you this time too.

I nodded before leaving the room. The drive to the nearby town was only about thirty minutes. The moment I reached the border of the town I could tell something wasn't right. It was daylight out yet no one was around. It was a ghost town. I finally came across someone, a officer on the side of the road. He motioned for me to pull over so I did.

I haven't seen you around here before. Are you lost?

No.

Well, make sure you take shelter as soon as you get to where you are going. There is a hawk that flies over now and then. It's already taken lives so if you see it keep driving and don't leave your car.

Thank you for letting me know.

He nodded and I rolled my window up. There was no doubt now, this was Nero. I drove deeper into the town before seeing the shadow of a large bird. Immediately I stopped and looked up to see golden brown feathers. I got out of my car and called out for Nero.

Nero!

She paid me no mind and flew off. I retreated back into my car and started to follow her. She lead me out to a forest before I was out of road. I parked my car and got out. My body ran with heat again and I was in the air in a matter of moments. I had lost her trail but I wasn't giving up now. I flew for hours before landing in a clearing. There was still no sign of her as I leaned on a nearby tree to catch my breath. It was at this time that I remembered something, Nero was connected to me because my blood ran in her veins now. There had to be a way to reach her even if I couldn't see her.

I pulled a necklace out of my duffel bag and gripped it tightly in my hand before closing my eyes. There had to be a connection...There had to be. I focused on Nero but nothing happened. I tried harder until I felt a coldness wash over my body. A picture formed in my mind of rain as the feeling of doubt and worry washed over me. It wasn't much but it was enough.

When I opened my eyes I noticed rain clouds rolling in above me. She couldn't be far so I forced my body to morph and was once again in the sky. Hard rain began to fall forcing me to fly lower.

Come on Nero, where are you?

I flew into another town and began to notice bodies laying on the ground. She was here. I landed in the middle of a street and noticed a woman gasping for breath. As I ran over to her I could see a large gash across her neck. She held her hand out as I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to her neck. She looked up at me before barely making out words.

My daughter.

She choked on her blood and her eyes rolling in the back of her head. I looked around for a girl but never saw one. I decided to follow a blood trail leading into an enclosed ally. There I saw the girl. Her body was turning blue and I could see gashes on her back and arms. Her veins were close to the surface of her skin and the blood inside them was black. I darted toward her drawing the conclusion she had been poisoned.

Hey! You need to open your eyes! Come on kid, wake up!

I shook her trying to wake her. When my attempt proved unfruitful I bit into my wrist hard enough to draw blood and tried to drip my blood on the gashes. It was no use, the girl did not wake up and the longer I waited the darker her veins got and the more the poisoned spread. During my failed attempts of waking the girl up I herd whimpering from near by. My eyes darted up to see Nero. She was scared, shaking and watching the little girl die right before her.

Nero! Nero did you do this?!

She looked away from me giving me the answer I needed.

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Been in pain like me?

She sat in class, doodling in a notebook. The teacher was droning on about something. She never made the connection that teachers and adults actually sounded like the teachers and parents from Charlie Brown until now. All she heard were faint trumpets on nonsense. She wasn't even drawing anything on the paper, just pushing her pen into the paper so hard it almost ripped. Just lines, over and over. It made her feel better to press into the paper and pretend she was pressing into flesh. Her hands were gripping the pen so hard, she thought for sure it would explode. Her head still hurt from getting it shoved into a locker last period. For being a pretty girl, she got bullied a lot. She never really had it in her to stand up for herself, and at home it was worse. Her mother always yelled at her for stupid things and her step dad, in her mind, didn't care if she lived or died.

She pushed the pen harder onto the paper as she felt her face go flush.

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?

The music was bumping, the familiar thump of the bass from some of today's most popular hip hop songs. Mixed in, stringing them together like cans on a line, was the occasional DJ scratch or horn sound. Every once and a while he would say something over the mic, but it was muffled. The club patrons cheered regardless.

She sat in the VIP, surrounded by good looking men with even better looking wallets. A few of her girlfriends were with her. Her skirt was short, bordering on too short. She looked good, and felt better.

The bottle service girl came over to them, asking if they needed anything. This bitch, she thought she was hot shit. Women hate women, inherently, and she could be a great person but she looked good and had a nice smile so fuck her.

"Dom" she said, "and make it snappy". The girl smiled her best fuck you smile and said she would get right on it.

Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?

Who knows how many bottles later it was, or how much time had passed. But she stood in front of the mirror, jabbering to herself and feeling petty. She looked at the bottle in her hands, and felt herself turning towards the swirling drain. Money didn't matter to her, money was material, and money could be attained. All money did was buy friends. All it did was split up families. All it did was fuel habits. How much this bottle costed didn't matter to her. She bought it because she could, and that is what she hated. As it swirled down the drain she saw the dollar signs swirl with it, but money is the route of all evil, so perhaps the evil was leaving too?

If money is the route of all evil, why do they ask for it at church?

Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

The glass of wine sat, chipped and cracked, on the floor before the table it fell from. There was a stain on the floor, moving at a snails pace towards whatever was in front of it. She sat with her hand in her hair, a cigarette in her mouth. The music playing off her phone was slow, sad, dreary music. Something by like Adele or some shit.

In front of her were a bunch of papers that had a mixture of red and black writing. Many of them said FINAL NOTICE. Too many of them.

Finally, she had enough. She threw the papers up in the air, and a few of them fell into the red wine that was staining the floor. She opened the drawer where a pistol sat.

The air was dry. Drier than normal for this time of year, though in Las Vegas precipitation is rarer than a black guy at a country concert. Jenny groaned as she picked up the heavy barrel that resembled a keg. Her face was red with exertion and her already tender back from the Jack Cain bearhug several months back wasn't doing her any favors. She duck-walked over to an old car that sat by it self in the middle of a Sears parking lot. Well, what used to be Sears. The emblem was still there, stained into the side of the building, but the boarded up windows were what told the story. On the other side of the lot was the interstate, though it was one of the small connecting interstates that linked into Las Vegas Boulevard. No wonder this Sears went of the business, they were literally in the middle of nowhere.

Megan ran behind, trying to keep stride. Despite the heavy barrel in her hands, Jenny was walking with a purpose. Like an Olympic dead lifter she showed off a feat of strength even she didn't know she had. Getting right up next to the old car, still in pristine shape for being almost double her age, she set the can down, panting. Megan finally caught up, her manila folder in hand. Megan was dressed in her usual grey knee length skirt and a nice black blouse, her hair up in a bun with her glasses on. She was a pretty girl, but so damn plain. Jenny nicked named her Plain Jane. Megan hated it.

"What are you doing, Jen?"

Jenny tuned her out. She didn't have time for questions. She was only human, she had flaws, demons, and hangups. Everyone does. If she was going to be at the top of her game against Mandii, she needed to get rid of these demons. There weren't many things still plaguing her, but she decided a trial by fire was the best option for what was. Let Satan decide if God was real.

But, as soon as she got to the car, she froze. On the back windshield, there was still the two very prominent smudges. They looked like they were part of the window, but Jenny knew different.

"The smudges?" Megan asked. "It is an old car, Jenn, it is bound to have some dirt."

Jenny held a finger up, as if to say "give me a minute". She choked back emotion, and Megan could see it. She got closer to these smudges, putting her fingers with her perfectly manicured nails on them. They were on the inside of the glass. She ran her hand slowly over them.

I knew, right then, I was going to die. Actually die. For real this time. And I was helpless to stop it. My face was covered with what I thought--knew--was blood. Based on how I felt, I knew I was a wreck. Would I ever be the same again? The man behind me grabbed my hair again, and he held a mirror up to my face. It wasn't blood, though I did have some dribbling from my lip. And my nose. The rest was sweat and whatever substance I was sweating out of my pours. Whatever drug they gave me the night before. He told me he wanted me to look at the face of failure. To look at a waste of space. He told me he wanted me to look at the face of a worthless whore who would only ever be good at would be spreading my legs. I shifted in my seat, and I could feel it was a little damp. I had apparently pissed myself from the current. They made fun of me, and I felt embarrassed. I couldn't help it. I was FORCED to piss myself and couldn't do anything about it. My body had failed me. I hated myself for it. I'm just glad the other end stayed in tact, for now.

I felt myself being untied from the chair. I was hoisted over a shoulder, and laid down on a table. It was cold against my sweat riddled skin. I gasped. I was expecting to be strapped down on the table. That never happened. Instead, I felt a knife, which oddly felt warm in the cold room, on the skin just below my navel. My eyes went wide as I felt it push down.

Jenny looked at Megan.

"Okay, I'm good." She said. Her voice was stone cold. She was hiding something, Megan knew it. She hadn't been Jenny's publicist long, but she knew when her client--and friend--was feeling it. Coming into Turning Point, after what happened with Madison, her emotions had to be a roller coaster. She wanted to give Jenny a hug, but she didn't want to risk seeing a part of Jenny that she knew was in there, and she didn't like. Basically, she didn't want to get throat punched.

Jenny pulled a knife out of her legging waistband and plunged it into the top of the barrel, circling it around like some sort of a homemade can-opener. When she got to the end, she dropped the knife and began to pry at the lid. She finally got it off. Wiping sweat from her brow, she looked at Megan.

"Ready for the show?"

Megan didn't know what that meant. Oh god. What DID that mean?

They taunted me with the knife. Getting a glimpse of it, I saw it was the same knife I had bought at the hardware store. It was the same knife I had sliced sunglasses man with. I was about to be disemboweled with my own knife. Slowly, too, methodically. Something about it made me.....oh god, wet? Was I beginning to get tingly from this? How sick was I?!

I still managed to say no, plead no, crying tears I didn't have left. They didn't even want any info- because I didn't know any. I knew who they were, but I didn't know anything compromising. Maybe I should have just went to the police, reported the rape, let them handle this. But I didn't know names, and Nye County police wouldn't travel all the way to Reno. By the time word got out, they'd be long gone. I tried to handle this myself, and this is the predicament I was in. I was about to be gutted. Just as I felt the man above me break the skin, he stopped. Smiling at me, he stepped aside and handed the knife to the sunglasses man. He wanted revenge. Part of me didn't blame him, because so would I.

I laid my head back and accepted my fate.

Jenny picked up the container again. This time some of the contents spilled out of the top. She took a half step, and dumped it on the car. Picking it back up, she dumped it again. She didn't stop until the car was covered in the brownish green liquid, and stepped back again. She looked at Megan. The smile that came across her face gave the girl goosebumps.

"Megan, you have the matchbook, right?"

Instantly, Megan knew why Jenny had asked her to pick it up on the way here. She didn't ask questions then, but now she wished she had. This was insanity. And Jenny had some of it on her. She was going to blow herself sky high as well. Was that the plan? Jesus.

Megan, however, shook her head and produced it from her purse.

This was a bad idea, but she knew better than to mess with Jenny in this mind state. She knew better than to question anything she said anyway, but with her like this, in this frame of being, she knew that Jenny was one wrist flick away of burning her next.

She handed over the matches with a shaky hand.

I woke up and I was being dragged. I was outside now, I could tell. I had passed out, apparently. Had the sunglasses man spared me? Or was this the afterlife and I was lying on a table somewhere with my intestines leaking out into a sausage link pile? I opened my eyes. No, fuck, this wasn't the afterlife. The sun was bright, blinding. I squinted. I wasn't in substantial pain. I was being dragged by my ankles and there was a dust cloud under me. I was thankful for the fact they weren't tearing my back up dragging me over pavement......but, why were they preserving me? That thought scared me even more.

I felt myself hoisted up and put into the back seat of a car. I was so out of it that I didn't even realize the car was moving until we were almost to wherever the hell we were going. The sunglasses man finally spoke as the car stopped. We were in the middle of the dessert. Two men got out and went into the trunk. They pulled out shiny metal objects......shovels?

He told me that he wanted one last go around, further reiterating that what was between my legs was the only good part about me. He pushed my back against the back of the seat. Before I could blink, my leggings were down to my ankles, creating sort of a trap around my legs, holding them still. They were hoisted up as well. God, if I thought his voice was bad, his breath was worse. Then, he was inside me. My legs were forced up, my feet against something warm and dry.

He was breathing heavy. I closed my eyes and just hoped it was over. After several minutes, I felt him tense, and groan. "Not inside" I muttered, "please" but I knew that wouldn't stop him.

I felt my insides flooded with a warm substance. I shuddered. What if I got pregnant by this monster?!

Not like it would matter, because I was probably going to end up in whatever ditch they were digging outside. He pulled out of me with a sticky pop noise, opened the door and pushed me out of the car. I managed to get my leggings back up, preserving whatever measure of pride I had left, and get to my knees. That is when I felt the cold steel against the back of my head. Then the click.

As the car burned with what seemed like a multi-story flame, Megan and Jenny watched. The young publicist knew this was a bad idea, but she knew more to stay quiet. She looked over at Jenny, who had free flowing tears now.

"So why were those smudges so important?"

Jenny composed herself for a moment, with a sniffle. "Those.....those were my footprints." She said. "After all this time, nobody ever wiped them off."

Megan realized what she meant, and didn't ask another question. As a small explosion went off and the car dropped to the ground, the tires bursting from the immense heat, she opened her mouth again.

"So how did you get away?"

Jenny looked at her. Her eye makeup was smudged now.

Deep breath.

"Sometimes surviving is destiny. Some people do, some people don't. I am a survivor. I'll tell you someday, kid, but that is for another time."

Megan nodded.

"But sometimes, all you need is a little gasoline before the match is lit. Mandii gave me the gasoline, now it is my turn to be the match."

They didn't say anything more as they stood there for the better part of an hour, watching Jenny's past burn like hell itself.

"So Mandii thinks she is going to be the savior. She is going to be the Oprah of the women's division. Riding in on her white horse to save the day, and suddenly everything will be better off? Mandii this division is dead and buried, and by yours truly. There is nobody on this roster who can viably say they have the same drive, passion, heart, grit and determination as me, and that is why they are wrestling elsewhere than in the XWF. These also-rans have tried me on numerous occasions, and sometimes it took a few tries, but the end result is always the same. Jenny wins. Every. Single. Time. You see, Madii, your goals for this division are foolish. If you win this belt, you will simply be a lame duck champion. Do you honestly think that winning this belt will put you in any higher regard? It won't. You see this division is only as strong as its champion, an eco system is only as strong as its top predator. That is me. I have battled my ass off to be something here, and there is nobody on the roster who deserves this more than me. There is nobody on this roster who has fought through more adversity than me. Mandii, do you know how it feels to be hated? I don't think you do. I am hated not because of my attitude but because I am the best to ever put on a shiny thong and do an arm drag. I am the best at this and that is why I am envied. Think about it.......lets use a sports metaphor, not that you watch any sports besides competitive heroin shooting......a team in your division or conference wins every year, you are going to hate them aren't you? You are going to want them to lose at every turn. But they don't, they always manage to pull it out. They hate me cuz they ain't me. But you seem to think it is because I am some ditzy airhead blonde with a spoiled attitude and no skill who talks a game bigger than her ability. That is false. I am as good in this ring as you are at the claw machine at the bowling alley's you frequent.

You are underselling me like a pawn shop. That is a bad mistake because win loss or draw Mandii I am going to take a chunk off your already sporadic career. I may not be flawless, but I am damn good. Madison took my heart and soul away from me and now I will go to the end of the earth to get it back. Say I won't. Say I can't. There really isn't much more to say that hasn't already been said by the both of us. I could sit here and insult you with cheap shots, but what good does that do? I could sit here and pump myself up, but what good does that do? All I can tell you is that I am coming to give it my all, something apparently you aren't accustomed to doing. Sorry, couldn't help it there. You want to put that match behind us, come out and challenge me. Push me to the edge, make me suffer like I suffered in that garage. Make me suffer like I suffered most of my life. Cover my in blood. Hell, even rape me. Because no matter what you throw at me, I am going to catch it and throw it back. I am going to get the worst beating of my career, I know that, but when it is all said and done I am going to rise to the top like the true queen defending her kingdom. This company isn't big enough for the both of us, and I will sit atop my throne when it is all said and done. Overlooking my kingdom. You see, Mandii, you can't just come in here after two years off and expect things to be the same. I bet you are already sweating because this isn't anything like it was then. You know I am going to bring it like you've never had it brought before. You are probably already sitting there, chewing on your boyish nails, listening to this promo and hearing the intensity in my voice. I want this more than I have ever wanted anything before. I think you can hear in my voice that this is a different Jenny Myst. You have opened a channel that you should have slammed shut. Now, Mandii, I am in defense mode. I have a kingdom to overlook. You see, Mandii, this division doesn't need a savior, they don't need a hero, or a white knight, they need a Queen.

Long Live The Queen.

Are you deranged like me?
Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me?

So you run on gasoline............

Gasoline.........

Gasoline]]>
Are you insane like me?

Looking into the window through mascara stained eyes, her nails dug into her face. She tugged at her hair, screaming to nobody in particular. Screaming at the reflection, maybe? Screaming at the reflection she saw, and hated. There were several barrels on the ground next to her, along with knives and a pistol that sat on the pavement. She had a brownish substance pooling at her feet. Her feet were in spiked heels, what looked like stripper heels. Her top was tattered, as if it were ripped and tugged at. Her hair was a mangled mess. Her leggings had dirt marks on the knees.

Been in pain like me?

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?

Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?

So you run on gasoline............

Gasoline.........

Gasoline]]> <![CDATA[Smoke 4]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30787 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 19:53:12 -0800 Random]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30787
I'm looking for sex! Hello? I'm good at the sex who would like to partake?

If you have enough cash Ill be your girl?

Girl? Ewww not my cup of tea.

Awww you're no fun.

Lady I'm the definition of fun!

Random throws a fat stack of cash at the girl and drags her to a dark corner.

Isn't it the most normal looking dick you've ever seen?

[Image: 3CiqRrh.gif]

AH MY COCK!

Random sits up in his bed. It was all a dream.

AH MY COCK!

Calm down your cock is fine.

Paul? Where am I and whats going on?

You're in the hospital. You overdosed on space weed while training and almost died.

Silly you can't overdose on space weed.

You did

Well shit. How long do we have before Turning Point?

Paul looks at his watch.

You have less than a day.

Welp we're boned.

Pretty much.

Hey Paul do we have any space weed left?

No Random. Much like your chances at Turning Point it's all up in smoke.

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!]]> <![CDATA[Smoke 3]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30786 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 19:34:52 -0800 Random]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30786 WHAT?!

Random looks at Paul who is still looking at the camera saying no.

Paul!

Huh? Yeah what?

Are you done? Anyways relax I am not going to off myself. I just need a break. I need to get away from all of this shit for five fucking minutes.

Where are you going?

Out!

Random exits the warehouse slamming the door behind him. Random starts walking through town passing each building with sorrow on his Random face. Suddenly he stops at a bar where creepy sexual music is being played.

I wonder what's in there?

Why don't you go find out?

Another Random appears before Random.

Ahh! Fuck! What do you want?

BABABOUIE BABABOUIE!!!

What the fuck is this? Go away I don't have the time for you.

You know why I am here Random. They know you have it. And it's only a matter of time before they find you and take it back. Your selfishness has screwed up the whole operation there, and they know it was you. Gary didn't check in when he died. They are coming for you.

Other Random fades away.

What the fuck was he talking about? Oh well I am going to see if this is a sex club or not.]]> WHAT?!

Random looks at Paul who is still looking at the camera saying no.

Paul!

Huh? Yeah what?

Are you done? Anyways relax I am not going to off myself. I just need a break. I need to get away from all of this shit for five fucking minutes.

Where are you going?

Out!

Random exits the warehouse slamming the door behind him. Random starts walking through town passing each building with sorrow on his Random face. Suddenly he stops at a bar where creepy sexual music is being played.

I wonder what's in there?

Why don't you go find out?

Another Random appears before Random.

Ahh! Fuck! What do you want?

BABABOUIE BABABOUIE!!!

What the fuck is this? Go away I don't have the time for you.

You know why I am here Random. They know you have it. And it's only a matter of time before they find you and take it back. Your selfishness has screwed up the whole operation there, and they know it was you. Gary didn't check in when he died. They are coming for you.

Other Random fades away.

What the fuck was he talking about? Oh well I am going to see if this is a sex club or not.]]> <![CDATA[Smoke 2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30785 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 19:07:56 -0800 Random]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30785 Oh you're going to kill yourself?

Oh that's what that means?

Yeah dummy. What did you,think it meant?

I dont know. I just hear depressed people say that a lot.

So you're not killing yourself?

I dont know maybe. I'm nust so sick of it all. The drugs. The sex. Even rolling around the ring with sweaty guys has become a chore. Life just sucks now that Gary is dead. I don't even get good matches anymore. I used to fight guys like Cadryn and Jim Card is but now I'm finding myself in the ring with Dress in and a bunch of goons.

Yeah and Drezdin is the biggest goon of them all.

Random slaps Paul across the face.

Don't you ever talk bad about Drezdin! He's the only guy in this match that I do like.

Only because he's about as crazy as Gary.

No its because he's not boring like the other guys. If I have to watch one more Mezian promo I might just commit suicide for real! The end? I wish it really was the end. The guy is acting out some bad sci-fi action movie that even Roger Corman wouldnt produce. Then after subjecting his audience to utter torture with that boring story he questions me. He said I was a gimmick Paul! A gimmick!

Well you are a character.

True but not a gimmick. He asked me what Ive accomplished. Did you know that? Did he miss all the fun times we've had here in the XWF? The coupious amount of drugs we did.

You did!

The gay sex we had.

YOU HAD!

And all of the awesome adventures we went on. My accomplishment in the XWF has been having the time of my life. Its been a non stop party since the day I came here. Until I was booked in a match with Mezian and the party died. Mr. No fun is so in fun that he killed my fun and now I'm depressed. Maybe I will kill myself.

The camera looks at Paul.

RANDOM NOOOOOOOO!]]> Oh you're going to kill yourself?

Oh that's what that means?

Yeah dummy. What did you,think it meant?

I dont know. I just hear depressed people say that a lot.

So you're not killing yourself?

I dont know maybe. I'm nust so sick of it all. The drugs. The sex. Even rolling around the ring with sweaty guys has become a chore. Life just sucks now that Gary is dead. I don't even get good matches anymore. I used to fight guys like Cadryn and Jim Card is but now I'm finding myself in the ring with Dress in and a bunch of goons.

Yeah and Drezdin is the biggest goon of them all.

Random slaps Paul across the face.

Don't you ever talk bad about Drezdin! He's the only guy in this match that I do like.

Only because he's about as crazy as Gary.

No its because he's not boring like the other guys. If I have to watch one more Mezian promo I might just commit suicide for real! The end? I wish it really was the end. The guy is acting out some bad sci-fi action movie that even Roger Corman wouldnt produce. Then after subjecting his audience to utter torture with that boring story he questions me. He said I was a gimmick Paul! A gimmick!

Well you are a character.

True but not a gimmick. He asked me what Ive accomplished. Did you know that? Did he miss all the fun times we've had here in the XWF? The coupious amount of drugs we did.

You did!

The gay sex we had.

YOU HAD!

And all of the awesome adventures we went on. My accomplishment in the XWF has been having the time of my life. Its been a non stop party since the day I came here. Until I was booked in a match with Mezian and the party died. Mr. No fun is so in fun that he killed my fun and now I'm depressed. Maybe I will kill myself.

The camera looks at Paul.

RANDOM NOOOOOOOO!]]> <![CDATA[Smoke]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30784 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 18:40:52 -0800 Random]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30784
Random! Come on man you have two days left before your match!

Random roles out of this bed corner in the gym warehouse.

Why I gotta do this? I am depressed Paul I don't wanna do it anymore.

What!? Are you kidding me? What now? What's your issue today?

I don't know! Can't a guy just be depressed?

No! You can't! You're not human!

I am alien depressed. Its worse.

How is it worse? what's worse about it?

I am gonna commit suicide.]]>
Random! Come on man you have two days left before your match!

Random roles out of this bed corner in the gym warehouse.

Why I gotta do this? I am depressed Paul I don't wanna do it anymore.

What!? Are you kidding me? What now? What's your issue today?

I don't know! Can't a guy just be depressed?

No! You can't! You're not human!

I am alien depressed. Its worse.

How is it worse? what's worse about it?

I am gonna commit suicide.]]> <![CDATA["Loverboy" - Old Number 7]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30783 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 18:13:16 -0800 Vincent Lane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30783

I poured another shot of whiskey from the bottle of Jack Daniel's and threw it down my gullet. Then, without even setting the glass down on the counter, I started pouring again. Whiskey has been a sort of constant in my professional life. It was my painkiller of choice in my twenties when I was still working my way up, before people starting passing around somas and oxys like they were handing out Halloween candy. I liked it a lot back then. Maybe a little too much. Things got out of hand every now and then, but I was young and it was to be expected. I even named my finisher, the Black Label Driver, after a bottle of the good stuff. It got to the point that people associated me with throwing back shots and if they needed to talk to me the first place they'd go is the local watering hole of whatever Florida town we were in that day.

It was at a bar in Tampa, the Yucatan Liquor Stand, when I met Nikki. She was a dancer at Thee Doll House and was a well-known ring rat, but I was never one to judge anybody for anything like that. I was just taken by her take-no-shit attitude and her jet black hair. Her arms and legs covered in pinup tattoos and her incredibly athletic body didn't hurt matters either. She was one of the few strippers in the Bay area who didn't have big bolt-on fake tits, and she didn't need them. Her chest being undersized became meaningless once you looked into her amber eyes or smelled the sweet lavender from her skin. I remember the first words she ever spoke to me, because it was so unusual for a woman to approach a man first – especially a dancer, who was used to not having to lift a finger to get a man's attention.

"What are you buying me?"

She'd said, with a sort of light rasp, most likely brought on by the cigarette between he fingers.

"Say what?"

"What are you buying me to drink? You want to buy me a drink, don't you?"

She smiled as she said it, and it was less of a demand for a drink and more of a request for my attention. I was pretty dense sometimes, but even I knew this was a chance that I shouldn't pass up.

"What do you drink?"

"Whatever you buy."

"Whiskey then?"

"Ooo, good choice, loverboy. Make mine a double, though."

"Loverboy? What's that supposed to mean?"

So yeah. She christened me, in a way. She gave me the moniker I'd get famous under. But that night, I was just Vinnie Lane. An underneath wrestler with no real fame or fortune. I was lucky enough to have enough in my checking account to cover the sizable tab she and I built up that night as we threw back multiple shots of whiskey in between make out and grope sessions. She was wild. She wanted me to take her into the bathroom and get it on, but the door was locked – that's what prompted us to pay the tab and head out.

There is something special about driving over the Howard Frankland bridge at midnight with a stripper who could have come right off the Suicide Girls webpage sucking you for all she's worth while you try to see through the fog of your own drunken stupor. She lived in St. Pete, in a little bungalow right by the Trop. By the time we got to her place I was ready to pop from the way her expert tongue had spent the drive over teasing and pleasing me. She knew what she was doing. The rest of the night was a blur of sweat and sex and eventually falling asleep without ever catching our breath.

It was a good night.

I poured another shot. Played with it a little. Felt tears behind my eyes and realized I hadn't poisoned my brain quite enough yet. I tossed the shot down my throat just as Roxy entered the kitchen with a concerned look on her face. She'd been giving me time and space ever since I'd gotten home from the scene out in West Hollywood and finished dealing with the police. It was late. Four AM at least. But I knew sleep wouldn't be coming to me any time soon. Roxy was doing her best to comfort me, but we both knew it wasn't going to be that easy. I didn't want to take anything out on her so I had told her I just wanted to be alone.

"Baby?"

Sheepishly, half in and half out of the kitchen entryway, she quietly nudges for my attention with a soothing voice.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

I didn't have to snap at her the way I did. None of it was her fault, of course. I just couldn't help being mad at everyone and everything. Myself. Roxy. And, of course, D'Ville. Part of me blamed myself for not seeing Doc's barter for exactly what it was. I've known the guy long enough to know better, after all. Another part of me blamed Roxy for being the reason I made a deal with him to begin with. That's crazy, of course, she carries no blame for that. If I hadn't made that deal when I did she would be dead.

But Bobbi might be alive.

"Just leave me alone, Rox. It isn't the right time."

I saw my words hit her like slaps across the face. Every one of them could have drawn blood had they carried physical weight. But she understood me. She understood the fight I was having internally. Hell, we had gone through the murder of her sister while we were together. If anyone could empathize even a little bit with what I'd had to see and hear earlier tonight, it was her. But I sent her away anyway; chased her from the room like I was shooing a cat off the dinner table.

"Just go."

Her mouth flattened. I think it would have been better if I hadn't removed the anger from my voice for those last two words. It somehow seemed to do more damage without emotion in them. Maybe because anger made sense, but cold and uncaring distance didn't.

"I'm sorry."

Anyone who knows Roxy Cotton knows that an apology isn't easy to come by from her. But here she was, completely prostrating herself and acting servile just for my benefit. I didn't even look at her as she scurried away and went back to our bedroom where she'd end up sleeping alone. No, I was still too busy being full of hate and whiskey. But not enough whiskey. I poured another. Drank it. Poured another. The bottle was getting a little light, but I needed to get the ghosts out of my head. They were still too loud. The memories from barely two hours ago were winning the fight and I needed to double down.

"Yes. Yeah, officer. That's her. That's Bobbi."

I had gotten through the identification without breaking down, but I was never going to forget saying those words. And when they pulled the sheet over her face right there in West Hollywood Park, I thought I could just walk back to my car, which I'd parked off of El Tovar near the Sur. Across a few spaces. I don't remember the drive, but I know it took way less time than it legally should have. I only got a few steps onto the asphalt when my knees went out and I fell down and started bawling in the middle of North San Vicente.

They told me she was beaten. That she was strangled. They saw the question I couldn't force out and told me there hadn't been signs of any kind of a sexual assault, but that they wouldn't know for sure until later. They also told me her fingers were bruised and bloody, because she fought back. Good. She deserved better. She always had deserved better. Better than a fatherless home and a junkie ex stripper for a mother. Better than being an interloper in some self-absorbed wannabe celebrity wrestler's life. And definitely better than being killed in the middle of a park just for being who she was. I cried in the street until I didn't have any more breath in my lungs, and then I cried some more. The lassitude of Los Angles was never more apparent to me than it had been tonight. People drifted by me as I fell apart and they didn't even notice. TMZ wasn't there. The paps were busy chasing a Hilton or a Kardashian. The denizens of WeHo just wandered like NPCs through the lowest point in my life. It was all-consuming for me, and absolutely nothing to them.

Through my tears I remember seeing Cedars-Sinai. Less than a mile down the road. My daughter, my only child, was killed within walking distance of the best medicine money could buy. Life was nothing if it wasn't bitterly and violently ironic as often as it could possibly be.

Now the bottle was nearly empty. My mouth was feeling fat and numb. My vision was swirling and liquid, like I was looking up at the sky from underneath ocean. The ghosts were slowly dying, but I knew this was only the first night of thousands, and that every one of them would be this way, forever.

"Hello again, my friend."

My breath caught in my throat. I sat stone still until my lungs burned and I had no choice but to suck in oxygen, which came with a freezing feeling like winter wind pushing through the gaping hole in my chest.

"Why..."

It wasn't a question. More of a prompt. But I knew why, and he knew I knew. Expecting Doctor D'Ville to show his cards, though, was almost as foolish as betting against him to begin with.

"Why? Why what? Why do we die? Why do we live?"

"Why are you in my house?"

"To check on my investment. You had... a bad night. I need to be sure you haven't decided to cash out your chips and end the game."

"Game?"

So much for the whiskey. It melted in my blood like steel dropped into a smelting pit. I turned on my stool and watched as the three Doc D'Ville's standing behind me came together and merged into one.

"You think this is a game? This is fun for you?"

"Oh Mister Loverboy... don't be so dramatic. Everything is a game. Whether it be a game of chance or a game of skill, that is to be debated at another place and another time... but never doubt that all of us are nothing more than pieces on a larger board, jumping and kinging for something's galactic pleasure."

Well this was new. I had never known the Doctor to be as forthcoming as he seemed to be with that revelation. He didn't ring as philosophical to me then, he sounded like someone reading a recipe from the back of a box. He was simply telling me the truth, not promulgating some cause.

"Why me though Doc? Why? Ever since I stepped foot into XWF, you've been right there like my own shadow. I saw you in my periphery in every match. I felt your presence through every moment. Why won't you leave me alone? Pick someone else? Why?"

"Mister Loverboy... please do understand. These things... they have rules."

"But WHY ME!? You could have gone for Gator, you could have gone for Harrison, you could have gone for anyone on the roster..."

There was a gleam in his eye then. Did he smile?

"Do you believe we have only been together since 2014, Mister Loverboy? Do you think we were simply random strangers? Two ships passing in the night at the right moment, in the XWF? Are you indeed that naïve?"

He stepped forward then and sat beside me. Without asking, he took the bottle from my hand and produced a glass of his own, filling it to the brim as well as mine. The level in the bottle never changed.

"Think. Remember. Go back to your childhood. Remember why you were able to overcome the bullies in your school – the ones who were on that plane. Remember why you were able to escape unharmed from the auto accident that took your grandfather. Ask yourself from where did you find the fire in your belly to move across the country and pursue your dreams in Florida? Why were you so LUCKY for your entire life, Mister Loverboy, when so many around you were decidedly NOT? Drink."

The black liquid slithered down Doc's dry mouth, moving almost of its own volition and wetting a tongue that could have been a Utah Salt Flat. The glass in his hand was impossibly dry and clear.

"I think I've had enough."

I told him and I started to rise from the stool. Then a hand like an anvil fell on top of mine.

"Nonsense. I'll tell you when you have had enough. I always have. Now... DRINK."

And then, almost against my will, I raised the shot glass one more time to my mouth. When the thick ichor pushed its way between my lips it had a weight to it. A heat. I didn't so much swallow it as much as I felt it fight its way down my throat and attach itself to my stomach. The effect was immediate. Everything was gone. All the hurt. All the emotion. All the thought. All the blame. My mind was filled with nothing but a loud buzzing sound, as if I were inside of a beehive. Shadows darted across my vision. I felt stronger than before. Younger. Doctor D'Ville, it seemed, had given me the drug I had been jonesing for all this time. Just in time for Turning Point. The only thing missing was a heartbeat.

"Good boy. Now sleep."

And sleep I did, after watching as the countertop flew towards me in slow motion.

Once again, Vinnie Lane sits alone in his darkened room. We see finally that the room is dark for a reason, as the camera catches glimpses of film negatives hanging from wires strewn across overhead. A red light shines in a far corner, giving the only illumination to the small room.

"James..."

Clapping. Vinnie's hands slapped together like a weightlifter applying powder before going for a new personal best.

"Bravo, James. I think you turned a corner, I really do. Oh, and before I forget... congratulation on the championship! Eight times, is it? Impressive, truly. I mean, you're no Peter Gilmour, but who is, really? He's the X-Treme Icon and another one who calls himself the greatest of all time. Just ask him. I guess that's the problem with giving ourselves nicknames, isn't it? "The Crusher," or "The Warrior," or, your favorite, "The GOAT." We can just pick and choose what our names are in this business, and everyone just accepts it as gospel. No one asks for proof. You have throngs of little Raven wannabes clinging to your short hairs because they believe you to be the greatest EVER... and they believe it because you say so. It's an amazing feeling, isn't it? The way your veins start to bulge and fill with their adoration like they boiled it and pushed it through a syringe... and they might as well have. It's a drug, after all. An addiction. I know you know the feeling, don't you? The NEED to get more and more and MORE from the madding crowd. Until it stops your heart. Until it builds an aneurysm in your brain. Until is discards you like the meaningless sheath that you are and finds a new host to feed off of. Rinse. Repeat. Fame is a succubus, James, and it will fuck you until you're empty. Fame is a fire so hot is leaves nothing of you but sand. And the world turns around again, with a new hero."

Vinnie pauses, his eyes wet in the darkroom. He pulls a strip of negative from above him and holds it close to the camera. The four images it shows are clear, if reversed. Vinnie Lane slapping James Raven on the back. Vinnie in the ring and reaching for Theo Pryce on his back before him. Vinnie rolled into a pin. Vinnie sitting in the ring, defeated, while Theo's arm is raised in the background.

"But I promised you congratulations, not a rambling philosophical diatribe that you can get from any washed up rock star's comeback lyrics. I'm not telling you anything new there. But I AM going to spill the beans on my little secret, finally. You see, James... you played a pivotal role in me proving something to the world that was a long time coming. Do you know how many times I would go into message boards, YouTube comments sections, Reddit threads, and the like just to see what the fan of the XWF were saying? Do you know how many times I was met with "this was good but back when James Raven was there it was GREAT..." Or "Back in 2008 XWF really peaked and they've been going downhill ever since?" Do you know that even on the upload of my first Universal Championship win, one of the highest rated shows in company history, there were trolls lingering in the shadows just to mention your name? Do you know how that felt, James? Do you know what it's like to have the greatest moment of your entire life tossed aside by some keyboard warrior who isn't ready to take down his James Raven poster just yet? Of course you don't. Why would you? You're the GOAT, right?"

Vinnie laughs then, tossing the negative to the floor and looking at the developing fluid on his hands, rubbing them together.

"I needed to vindicate myself, James. I needed to quiet that little noise that buzzed around in my ear every time I tried to enjoy my life and accept my place among the greats. I worked TOO GOD DAMNED HARD to get what I got to just sit there and listen to some little FUCK tell me you were still better. So I made a decision. I made the decision to get you here and expose the man behind the curtain for the entire world to see... but I knew I couldn't be so crude as to just call you out. Why would the GREAT James Raven deign to meet someone he's never heard of in the squared circle? He's retired! He's the best! He has NOTHING to gain. I needed a carrot for you to chase after, Raven, and I knew there was one thing and one thing only that would do the job. The XWF itself. The albatross you carried on your shoulders. I could give you the chance to SAVE the XWF, just like you had been saying all this time needed to happen! I could give you the ability to come in and be the hero you knew you were. I have never seen a fish more willing to swallow a hook than you, James Raven."

Vinnie smiles wide then, his eyes lighting up with self-aggrandized joy.

"James, at High Stakes you walked up to the table and you went all-in, just like I told you that you needed to do. You bet it all. But you forgot the most important rule of them all, James... you forgot that the house never loses. James, you've been thinking for months that I screwed up. That I got full of myself and tagged myself into that six man match against the Kings because I had a big head and wanted to steal a pin over an arch nemesis. You have been thinking that I robbed you of the chance to win. But James... you never HAD a chance to win. My deck was loaded, James. I knew from the opening bell what was going to happen at the end of that match. Theo Pryce knew it. John Samuels knew it. John Madison knew it. The XWF was never in any danger, you idiot. Do you really think I would just put ownership of the entire company on the line in a wrestling match? That I would pull two corpses out of retirement and trust them to keep my job intact? Do you think I'm THAT stupid, James? We... and by 'we' I mean The Kings and I... went into High Stakes with one mission and one mission only: to silence those naysayers who still held the James Ravens and the Jonathyn Browns up over the modern product like father holding candy too high over his son's head and telling him to jump. And what we got was exactly that. A massive buyrate that ended with you and Brown sitting on the outside looking in and a ring full of celebrating 'new schoolers' as you like to call them. It was official. James Raven LOST to the new blood. And it was ALL. MY. IDEA."

Vinnie's words fade away in the room as he continues to stare straight ahead, breathing heavily from the excitement.

"So thank you, James. Thank you for playing along, whether you did it willingly or not. Thank you for doing EXACTLY what you were told every step of the way. Thank you for climbing up on that god damned cross and letting me drive the nails in. It couldn't happen to a nicer guy. I'll see you in Cairo, GOAT, and I'll drive that crown of thorns right through your fucking skull, and then I'll put you to bed once and for all. Thank you for your service to the legacy of the XWF... and say hi to Blizzard when you get home. Let him know there's always room for another martyr."

Vinnie winks then and waves to the camera as the scene fades to black.

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I poured another shot of whiskey from the bottle of Jack Daniel's and threw it down my gullet. Then, without even setting the glass down on the counter, I started pouring again. Whiskey has been a sort of constant in my professional life. It was my painkiller of choice in my twenties when I was still working my way up, before people starting passing around somas and oxys like they were handing out Halloween candy. I liked it a lot back then. Maybe a little too much. Things got out of hand every now and then, but I was young and it was to be expected. I even named my finisher, the Black Label Driver, after a bottle of the good stuff. It got to the point that people associated me with throwing back shots and if they needed to talk to me the first place they'd go is the local watering hole of whatever Florida town we were in that day.

It was at a bar in Tampa, the Yucatan Liquor Stand, when I met Nikki. She was a dancer at Thee Doll House and was a well-known ring rat, but I was never one to judge anybody for anything like that. I was just taken by her take-no-shit attitude and her jet black hair. Her arms and legs covered in pinup tattoos and her incredibly athletic body didn't hurt matters either. She was one of the few strippers in the Bay area who didn't have big bolt-on fake tits, and she didn't need them. Her chest being undersized became meaningless once you looked into her amber eyes or smelled the sweet lavender from her skin. I remember the first words she ever spoke to me, because it was so unusual for a woman to approach a man first – especially a dancer, who was used to not having to lift a finger to get a man's attention.

"What are you buying me?"

She'd said, with a sort of light rasp, most likely brought on by the cigarette between he fingers.

"Say what?"

"What are you buying me to drink? You want to buy me a drink, don't you?"

She smiled as she said it, and it was less of a demand for a drink and more of a request for my attention. I was pretty dense sometimes, but even I knew this was a chance that I shouldn't pass up.

"What do you drink?"

"Whatever you buy."

"Whiskey then?"

"Ooo, good choice, loverboy. Make mine a double, though."

"Loverboy? What's that supposed to mean?"

So yeah. She christened me, in a way. She gave me the moniker I'd get famous under. But that night, I was just Vinnie Lane. An underneath wrestler with no real fame or fortune. I was lucky enough to have enough in my checking account to cover the sizable tab she and I built up that night as we threw back multiple shots of whiskey in between make out and grope sessions. She was wild. She wanted me to take her into the bathroom and get it on, but the door was locked – that's what prompted us to pay the tab and head out.

There is something special about driving over the Howard Frankland bridge at midnight with a stripper who could have come right off the Suicide Girls webpage sucking you for all she's worth while you try to see through the fog of your own drunken stupor. She lived in St. Pete, in a little bungalow right by the Trop. By the time we got to her place I was ready to pop from the way her expert tongue had spent the drive over teasing and pleasing me. She knew what she was doing. The rest of the night was a blur of sweat and sex and eventually falling asleep without ever catching our breath.

It was a good night.

I poured another shot. Played with it a little. Felt tears behind my eyes and realized I hadn't poisoned my brain quite enough yet. I tossed the shot down my throat just as Roxy entered the kitchen with a concerned look on her face. She'd been giving me time and space ever since I'd gotten home from the scene out in West Hollywood and finished dealing with the police. It was late. Four AM at least. But I knew sleep wouldn't be coming to me any time soon. Roxy was doing her best to comfort me, but we both knew it wasn't going to be that easy. I didn't want to take anything out on her so I had told her I just wanted to be alone.

"Baby?"

Sheepishly, half in and half out of the kitchen entryway, she quietly nudges for my attention with a soothing voice.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

I didn't have to snap at her the way I did. None of it was her fault, of course. I just couldn't help being mad at everyone and everything. Myself. Roxy. And, of course, D'Ville. Part of me blamed myself for not seeing Doc's barter for exactly what it was. I've known the guy long enough to know better, after all. Another part of me blamed Roxy for being the reason I made a deal with him to begin with. That's crazy, of course, she carries no blame for that. If I hadn't made that deal when I did she would be dead.

But Bobbi might be alive.

"Just leave me alone, Rox. It isn't the right time."

I saw my words hit her like slaps across the face. Every one of them could have drawn blood had they carried physical weight. But she understood me. She understood the fight I was having internally. Hell, we had gone through the murder of her sister while we were together. If anyone could empathize even a little bit with what I'd had to see and hear earlier tonight, it was her. But I sent her away anyway; chased her from the room like I was shooing a cat off the dinner table.

"Just go."

Her mouth flattened. I think it would have been better if I hadn't removed the anger from my voice for those last two words. It somehow seemed to do more damage without emotion in them. Maybe because anger made sense, but cold and uncaring distance didn't.

"I'm sorry."

Anyone who knows Roxy Cotton knows that an apology isn't easy to come by from her. But here she was, completely prostrating herself and acting servile just for my benefit. I didn't even look at her as she scurried away and went back to our bedroom where she'd end up sleeping alone. No, I was still too busy being full of hate and whiskey. But not enough whiskey. I poured another. Drank it. Poured another. The bottle was getting a little light, but I needed to get the ghosts out of my head. They were still too loud. The memories from barely two hours ago were winning the fight and I needed to double down.

"Yes. Yeah, officer. That's her. That's Bobbi."

I had gotten through the identification without breaking down, but I was never going to forget saying those words. And when they pulled the sheet over her face right there in West Hollywood Park, I thought I could just walk back to my car, which I'd parked off of El Tovar near the Sur. Across a few spaces. I don't remember the drive, but I know it took way less time than it legally should have. I only got a few steps onto the asphalt when my knees went out and I fell down and started bawling in the middle of North San Vicente.

They told me she was beaten. That she was strangled. They saw the question I couldn't force out and told me there hadn't been signs of any kind of a sexual assault, but that they wouldn't know for sure until later. They also told me her fingers were bruised and bloody, because she fought back. Good. She deserved better. She always had deserved better. Better than a fatherless home and a junkie ex stripper for a mother. Better than being an interloper in some self-absorbed wannabe celebrity wrestler's life. And definitely better than being killed in the middle of a park just for being who she was. I cried in the street until I didn't have any more breath in my lungs, and then I cried some more. The lassitude of Los Angles was never more apparent to me than it had been tonight. People drifted by me as I fell apart and they didn't even notice. TMZ wasn't there. The paps were busy chasing a Hilton or a Kardashian. The denizens of WeHo just wandered like NPCs through the lowest point in my life. It was all-consuming for me, and absolutely nothing to them.

Through my tears I remember seeing Cedars-Sinai. Less than a mile down the road. My daughter, my only child, was killed within walking distance of the best medicine money could buy. Life was nothing if it wasn't bitterly and violently ironic as often as it could possibly be.

Now the bottle was nearly empty. My mouth was feeling fat and numb. My vision was swirling and liquid, like I was looking up at the sky from underneath ocean. The ghosts were slowly dying, but I knew this was only the first night of thousands, and that every one of them would be this way, forever.

"Hello again, my friend."

My breath caught in my throat. I sat stone still until my lungs burned and I had no choice but to suck in oxygen, which came with a freezing feeling like winter wind pushing through the gaping hole in my chest.

"Why..."

It wasn't a question. More of a prompt. But I knew why, and he knew I knew. Expecting Doctor D'Ville to show his cards, though, was almost as foolish as betting against him to begin with.

"Why? Why what? Why do we die? Why do we live?"

"Why are you in my house?"

"To check on my investment. You had... a bad night. I need to be sure you haven't decided to cash out your chips and end the game."

"Game?"

So much for the whiskey. It melted in my blood like steel dropped into a smelting pit. I turned on my stool and watched as the three Doc D'Ville's standing behind me came together and merged into one.

"You think this is a game? This is fun for you?"

"Oh Mister Loverboy... don't be so dramatic. Everything is a game. Whether it be a game of chance or a game of skill, that is to be debated at another place and another time... but never doubt that all of us are nothing more than pieces on a larger board, jumping and kinging for something's galactic pleasure."

Well this was new. I had never known the Doctor to be as forthcoming as he seemed to be with that revelation. He didn't ring as philosophical to me then, he sounded like someone reading a recipe from the back of a box. He was simply telling me the truth, not promulgating some cause.

"Why me though Doc? Why? Ever since I stepped foot into XWF, you've been right there like my own shadow. I saw you in my periphery in every match. I felt your presence through every moment. Why won't you leave me alone? Pick someone else? Why?"

"Mister Loverboy... please do understand. These things... they have rules."

"But WHY ME!? You could have gone for Gator, you could have gone for Harrison, you could have gone for anyone on the roster..."

There was a gleam in his eye then. Did he smile?

"Do you believe we have only been together since 2014, Mister Loverboy? Do you think we were simply random strangers? Two ships passing in the night at the right moment, in the XWF? Are you indeed that naïve?"

He stepped forward then and sat beside me. Without asking, he took the bottle from my hand and produced a glass of his own, filling it to the brim as well as mine. The level in the bottle never changed.

"Think. Remember. Go back to your childhood. Remember why you were able to overcome the bullies in your school – the ones who were on that plane. Remember why you were able to escape unharmed from the auto accident that took your grandfather. Ask yourself from where did you find the fire in your belly to move across the country and pursue your dreams in Florida? Why were you so LUCKY for your entire life, Mister Loverboy, when so many around you were decidedly NOT? Drink."

The black liquid slithered down Doc's dry mouth, moving almost of its own volition and wetting a tongue that could have been a Utah Salt Flat. The glass in his hand was impossibly dry and clear.

"I think I've had enough."

I told him and I started to rise from the stool. Then a hand like an anvil fell on top of mine.

"Nonsense. I'll tell you when you have had enough. I always have. Now... DRINK."

And then, almost against my will, I raised the shot glass one more time to my mouth. When the thick ichor pushed its way between my lips it had a weight to it. A heat. I didn't so much swallow it as much as I felt it fight its way down my throat and attach itself to my stomach. The effect was immediate. Everything was gone. All the hurt. All the emotion. All the thought. All the blame. My mind was filled with nothing but a loud buzzing sound, as if I were inside of a beehive. Shadows darted across my vision. I felt stronger than before. Younger. Doctor D'Ville, it seemed, had given me the drug I had been jonesing for all this time. Just in time for Turning Point. The only thing missing was a heartbeat.

"Good boy. Now sleep."

And sleep I did, after watching as the countertop flew towards me in slow motion.

"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused."

Here we are in what seemed like an abandoned basement. The distinction is that a basement is an area below ground that is part of the building's foundation but doesn't have a specific purpose, on this occasion it seemed that it was being used for some kind of act. Thus making it cellar? Who knows?! Considering there was an opened tool box and a first aid medical box situated on a unvarnished table, something was occurring. The brick walls surrounding an eerie glow lightened the room slightly, it was a little glum and the cob webs in the corners were a dusty, black. It was moist and the smell of damp travelled throughout. A hospital type bed was placed against the far wall and a figure occupied the bed. His body was still, his eyes were closed, was he dead? The blanket covering the male rose in slow motion (No he wasn't getting an erection) the top end, to show that he was in a deep sleep or breathing at least. Scully was either simply having a nap in the dodgy location or he was out for the count.

Footsteps could be heard coming down the basement steps, clackety-clack! clackety-clack! The walkers steps were slow and instense, it was like whoever it was, purposely took their time. Eventually the brown cowboy styled boots touched the bottom of the basement floor, as the mysterious figure walked towards Scully's motionless body. Who was it? They couldn't be made out, they were well hidden in black jeans and a black hoodie. The face covered up too by a black, acrylic, 3 hole balaclava. They also wore black gloves as the mystery person sat on the rocking chair, bed side. They rocked back and fourth, staring at Scully. The person (who still wasn't established as man or woman) went into their hoodie pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Opening the lid, pushing up a cig with this two thumbs and grabbing the cut into their mouth, mysterious places the cig back into their pocket, pulling out a smart lighter in the process. All black flicks the Zippo, new Armor® antique brass, Steampunk lighter and lights the cig. Zippo is returned into the pocket as mystery inhales the cigarette for a few seconds before taking it away from their lips and exhaled it, making hoop shapes with the smoke.

I opened my eyes slowly, my vision was blurred as a puff of smoke came in my direction. I felt groggy, my body felt numb and I felt like a weak, mess. Where the fuck was I? The beating in my chest echoed around me, indicating that the space was large and almost completely empty. I stared at the pillars which held the ceiling up and were the only thing keeping the moldy, dripping paste above me from caving in. My vision had come clearer but i still didnt feel right. I heard a voice say my name, "Scully!" so I looked to the left of me to see a figure, all in black.

"Nice for you to join us."Mystery had a deep tone to their voice, it almost sounded robotic.

I tried to speak but no words would come out. It felt like I was high on drugs or something. I tried to move but my body wouldn't budge, I was stuck. I could wiggle my fingers, spread my bare toes and move my head to the left and right but I was pinned down to the bed. Another puff of smoke came towards me to my disgust. I kept asking myself where I was? And who had me at their mercy?!

Mystery stood up from the rocking chair, the cig had burned down quite alot, it seemed Mystery was one of those smokers who let the ash build up with out flicking it. The cigarette was nearly gone so all would be remaining is the nub. Mystery walked towards Scully blowing another puff of smoke in his face. He lifted the bit of blanket which covered Scully's arm and stubbed out the remaining of the cig on the underside of Skulls wrist.

"Ahh.... Fuckin' Cunt!" The words muttered out of my mouth. It was safe to say it hurt, it sort of woke me up a bit and it seemed I could finally speak. The redness flamed up, the singe of my skin and a stupid, smug look on whoever it was staring down on me. I wanted to swing at them but not only was my body not fit for purpose, the shackles around my wrists and ankles stopped me from doing so. I also had a large strap around my waist, holding me down. I was too weak and this person was loving every minute of it. I then asked them a question.. The usual, typical question in this sort of circumstance "What the fuck do you want?"

Mystery paused and began laughing, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"What the fuck is so funny?"I asked frustrated. This asshole just stood and stared at me. The laughter had stopped and they simply tilted their head to the side, it was weird. Needless to say, I didn't expect this.....

SMACK!

Scully shouted out in agony as a baseball bat nailed him on the knee cap. It was hidden under the bed. The worse thing was Skull couldn't even grab his knee like you would in any normal situation. That's a natural reaction isn't it? Grabbing the part of the body that is hurt. But Skull couldn't, he had to endure the pain. Mystery was no longer silent, a smirk approached their face.... More laughter first, followed by some answers.. It was obvious, they had some sort of voice changer disguising their real voice.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Firstly be quiet, otherwise I will hit you again!
Now listen here Scully. We're going to a play a game and when I say a game, I don't mean snakes and ladders. You see Scully, this is what you call karma!

My knee was still throbbing, at this moment in time, I didn't want to endure another shot. I couldn't defend myself so I just had to go along with it. "What it is it?"

"It's a simple game really, called 'Envelope Roulette'... With no roulette."

"Never heard of it. You can't call it that, with no roulette. That's dumb. Who made this game? Some idiot?"

"That idiot would be me... I made it up, you tool! Which means I can call it whatever I like.

So this is what's gonna happen, I have before me..... "[/b] Mystery went into his hoodie pocket once more and pulling out a few envelopes.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to mix these envelopes up, I don't know which is which until I open one but what you're going to do is choose one. Inside is YOUR way out. You will choose one and you will do whatever it says, right here, right now!"

I listened to this clown ramble on and on, tell me what I was going to do. I thought to myself about telling this dickhead to do one but let's see what these options were... They might not be too bad?"Go on then. What are the choices?"

"Number 1;
Well you may know a certain XWF wrestler called Peter Gilmour? The same guy who beat you for XWF Universal title. The same guy who couldn't win the Uni against any other champion he's faced but you... Well that was easy...

HE has a famous phrase, 'Suck my dick!" Well that's what you will be doing, you will be sucking my dick, until I cum down your throat!"

"Ewwwww... I don't think so! Beat me senseless, I'll have to be dead to do that! At least I know you're a man now. Well a cowardly man!"

"I could simply be a chick with a dick! But you will do it if you choose that envelope or you will pay the consequences.

The next envelope (Number 2) contains something more for my liking. You like the owner of the XWF right? Vinnie Lane? Well you will listen to his theme song 'I wanna Rock!' By Twisted Sister over and over and over again...."

I quickly interupt. It didn't seem that bad. Was it too good to be true?"Vinnie is a dick but that song is alright. I can do that. How long do I have to listen to it for?"

"Until I finish fucking Natalie right in front of you!"

"I don't think so! You can fuck off!"

Mystery suddenly presses the tip of the baseball bat down on Scullys throat applying pressure with his weight. Skull was helpless, veins began to emerge in his face and he looked like a tomato. Skull was struggling to breath. Mystery releases the bat...

I try to gasp for air and I couldn't fight this guy off me. I was helpless. *COUGH. *COUGH. *COUGH.
I can't help but cough like crazy, I thought I was going to die, right there and then. Luckily, this freak took the bat away from me.

"So I hope you can refrain yourself from swearing! So the next envelope is obviously 3:
Well it has two mini envelopes inside Known as A and B. Therefore another selection. Inside one mini envelope is the chance to see your old partner, Maverick again. Not literally but you know at home you have that replica of the Uni you won? Well my good friend is over at your house right now.. If you choose envelope A, he will shit on the Uni!

Envelope B... This is all a bit shit. Scat will enter this room and shit in your mouth!

"You're fucked up, man...."

"Envelope 4:
You know you call Jim Caedus, Sister-Wife fucker, whatever? Well again I have a good friend in snowy England right now. Your mum has broken her leg and has no where to go. She's currently in a hospital bed and this friend is going to rape your mum!"

"I've had enough of this game! You're sick! Leave my mum out of this!"

"I'm gonna ignore that comment. You have enough when I say so...."

"Why should I actually believe this? Huh?"

"You want proof do you?!"

Mystery pulls out a laptop which is already on. They press the enter button to take the screensaver off and put the laptop down in front of Skulls face. There lying helplessly just like Scully was and asleep, is Scully's mum. A live stream was active.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my poor mum. This sick fuck was off they're head and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

Suddenly a male figure walked into the hospital room, they turned to look in to the direction of the camera. It was Scully's former Union ally and now enemy... Charles Elton.

"Believe me now?"

"You're going to pay for this!"

"I'm not going to pay for anything. This is all, free entertainment."

Mystery closes the laptop and places it on the floor.

"Envelope 5: Again, this has 2 mini envelopes known as C and D.
Inside each envelope is a syringe. One syringe has something known as C.Diff. Not a nice disease to have and luckily, I know a certain individual who was scared of the shower.
The second syringe is YOUR favourite...

You may remember it as The Device? Contains a liquid to turn you into the dribbling mess you are remembered for.... Hahahahaha... "

"You know what? Fuck this shit, kill me already."

"That's all good, I'll happily kill you. But firstly I will kill them....."

Them? Theres no one else in here. Suddenly appearing from no where was a large cupboard, it wasn't there before? I'm sure. The cupboard doors open to reveal... Natalie and my little boy. I shouted out as loud as I could, "NATALIE! ASTON!" But they didn't respond...

"They can't hear you. Time to seal YOUR Fate...

Lookie what we have here....."

Appearing like magic was a roulette. Mystery smirked. There was a roulette after all but God knows where it came from. Mystery places the FIVE plain, envelopes on the roulette. None of them numbered or written on. Mystery span the roulette. Scully watched as the ball rolled around quickly, he had no choice.

This was a horrible situation to be in. This was the worst thing I had ever faced and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. I watched the ball slow down, the speed of which it rolled to begin with had lessened. The ball slows down until it eventually stops."

The ball came to an abrupt hault Mystery smirks as they pick up the winning envelope or losing, in Scully's case. Mystery holds the envelope in hand, opening the flap and pulling out........ Another two envelopes.

"Hmmmmmmmmm... Isn't this fun?"

Scully just stared at Mystery. Mystery placed one small envelope by the fingers of Scully in the right side and then did the same with the envelope on the left.

"The choice is yours... Two envelopes, one choice. One final result...."

It could only be one of four things, considering there was only four mini envelopes in total. Thats if this wanker was telling the truth to begin with. Either have Maverick shit on my Uni replica or someone anyway... Seems legit. Or I have Scat come in here and shit in my mouth. Ewwwww. Or I get infected with C.Diff Or be

again.
At least I didn't have to suck this guys dick (I still believe it's a guy) or watch him fuck my mrs in front of me. Oh and watch Charles Elton fuck my mamma. Those were eliminated. Hmmmm.... Just go for it.

"I choose this one......."

Scully stretched his hand, reaching the envelope on his right. Mystery quickly picked it up and opened the flap. Mystery pulled out........

To Be Continued...........]]> <![CDATA[Zombie {Pt. 3}]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30777 Sat, 03 Mar 2018 00:27:56 -0800 Mandii Rider]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30777
I opened the door of my room to see Teakin on my laptop, Amaryllis reading books, and Helen writing. The sound of the door closing got everyone's attention and caused them to look up.

Amaryllis, did you find anything out about Blair leaving.

No.

Why is that still a priority? We already know your dad is the one behind all of this no one else. We also know that you refuse to tell the court about it...Probably because you still can't get over the past.

Annoyingly I looked over at Helen. She had spoken under her breath and rolled her eyes before going back to writing.

If I wasn't over the past and wanted something bad to happen to you I would have left you locked in your own castle and had Amaryllis watch you waste away. It's important because it's suspicious and since she told no one she was leaving it makes it a priority to find out where she went. Just because we know Ashba is the reason for everything doesn't mean Blair doesn't have something to do with what is going on. I've been thinking and some things don't match up. The fact I am considered an original doesn't make sense if I didn't come from one of three originals bloodline. I know I was told it was because having my daughter taken away kick started it all but I would still have to have original blood in my veins. How does Ashba have original blood?

While still writing, Helen shrugged her shoulders in annoyance. From this point on I knew she would be just about as useful as a box of crayons.

That's why I'm not turning him in until I have answers.

Why? Why does anything he say matter at this point?

Because Helen, I've been lied to my whole life and I would like to actually know who I am as crazy as that seems to you. Besides, even if I were to turn him in to the court it wouldn't do any good. They don't know where he is and all it would do is put whoever Serena sends out in danger, that includes any of us.

So what's the plan? We can't just sit around here waiting for him to show up at our doorstep. We have to take the fight to him but obviously it isn't a fair fight inside Mandii's mind.

Amaryllis spoke up showing irritability in her voice. I was the thing keeping her mother from being free so I could understand her frustration toward me.

Teakin, is there a way to see inside someone's mind while they are in another mind?

I mean I've read about it but that takes a highly skilled Mind Walker to be able to jump from mind to mind like that. The more minds you go into the more of a risk you run of not coming out and I don't want to be the little voice inside of someones head.

So you wouldn't be willing to try?

Teakin sighed and picked the laptop up off her lap and sat it on the bed.

It depends what you are asking me to try.

I want to try to reach Ashba in my dreams again and trick him into opening his mind. I can't believe a word he says and a mind can't lie. Can you jump into my dream mid way through and link our minds?

It's very risky for everyone involved...But for you I can try. Just fall asleep and give me a sign like wiggling a toe and I'll do my best to jump in and link the two of you.

Then I guess it's time to nap.

Teakin stood up from the bed and allowed me to lay down. I was exhausted from everything so sleeping came naturally. When I woke up inside of the dream I was standing in the middle of what looked to be an arena. There was no sun, only darkness in the sky but torches around the edge of the arena lit up my surroundings.

Ashba! I'm ready to talk to you!...Ashba!

Nothing. There was the chance he wouldn't show up at all after the last encounter we had. I wasn't going to give up just yet though.

Ashba!...Dad!

The ground shook as Ashba suddenly emerged from the dark edges of the arena, his minions following close behind.

I won't talk unless they leave. As you can see, Teakin isn't here so give me the same courtesy of not having them here.

He nodded, showing approval for my request. The two disappeared and Ashab walked closer.

What is it you want to talk to me about?

Your the original the prophecy foretold about, the ender of worlds...Aren't you?

He laughed a deep raspy laugh.

The prophecy is bullshit. I put that prophecy in Blairs mind. The people you have already killed were never apart of some higher power to bring the world to an end. The killing of Jason, the killing of the human, and the killing of the witch were apart of a spell to bring Nerobell back to life.

I took a step forward with shallow breath. Ashba didn't move allowing me to be able to reach him when I needed to.

How?

Jason was half your brother just as Nerobell was your half sister. Not only did killing Jason unlock the full potential I knew you had, it opened the gate to allow Nerobell to cross over. The death of a human, witch, and someone's true love was enough payment to bring her back. Those tests that you were put through were done so we would have a body for her once you completed the spell.

Wait...

I remembered back to the flash I had seen the last time we met. The woman was holding a baby and I was reaching my hand out to touch it but it was taken away before I could...

You used me as a human incubator so you could make a body for Nerobell?

It was the only way to have a body for her to return to. It had to be you because of the blood that runs in your veins.

I grasped my hands into fists at my side. The idea of having Nerobell coming from me was disturbing...I guess it was safe to say my family was pretty dysfunctional.

Then why frame Helen? What does she have to do with any of this.

Helen broke a promise she had made to me. She was the reason for your sisters death or do you not remember?

I remember, I remember because I had to live everyday feeling the guilt of it. I watched her die while you were in hiding.

I was expecting them to execute her so the "prophecy" wouldn't come to pass but since you talk about her like this, I can only assume she is still among the living.

I made a motion with my hand praying that Teakin would see it out in the world and jump into my dream.

She is because her sisters, her family, refused to kill her without proof. They may have a fucked up relationship but at the very least they love each other because they are family. Something you will never understand.

Teakin suddenly appeared and touch my head along with Ashba's. Memories of his past flashed through my head. The day he was born, the day he met my mother, even his feelings watching me grow up in the family I did. Less detailed memories flashed in my head until one single memory played in detail. Ashba was seen making a deal with Blair. It was as if I was standing there as the two talked before Ashba handed something in a blanket over to her. In return, she smiled before placing the blanket nearby in a small basket before turning away from Ashba and kneeling down. She began to pray to Demeter but her words were not audible. Suddenly, a loud crack erupted from the sky and a red light flashed down striking Ashba in the chest. He fell to the ground, motionless. His body suddenly jerked up and a scream was released from his body before the memory ended and another took its place.

In this memory Ashba was talking to a woman dressed in a grey robe. He handed her a baby wrapped in a black blanket. The child was still covered in blood and pale...Not breathing. The woman held the child as if it were living before pulling a necklace away from her own neck and tying it around the baby's neck. This time, I was able to make out what they were saying.

You understand what you have to?

Yes, I will do it to bring her back.

The woman nodded as another memory flashed in my mind.

In this flash, Ashba was sitting in front of the two mind walkers. Those same black strands that they had tried to use against me were connected to Ashbas head and back. I gripped one causing me to go deeper into his mind. I saw the vision he placed in Blairs head. Helen was causing mass destruction as I layed dead at her feet. The scene of the death of a human, witch, and true love came in short bursts followed by darkness.

I exited his mind as did Teakin. My heart raced and my head rounded profusely. It was true. He was trying to bring back Nerobell and using me to do so. He wanted us to become his weapons of mass destruction...He didn't want to end the world...He wanted to kill off the Originals to rule over the Sirens...So we could rule. He wanted pay back for being rejected by them after being denied his own original rights. It was all true...All I needed to bring back Nero was...

I looked up to see meet Ashba's disapproving look. The two Mind Walkers approached us but before they could do anything I shove my hand through the woman's chest and held her heart on the opposite side of her body. Time seemingly stopped entirely as my ears began to ring from the silence.

Aroara!

The silence was broke by the man's cries for his lover. I pulled my hand back though and looked down at the heart that pumps blood into the air. The woman's body fell and so did the man with it. His tears stained her black hood as did her blood. The sight itself was gruesome, her eyes never closed and the man tried everything he could to save her with but it was already to late. Covered in blood he promised to make things right to her corpse. I handed the heart to my father.

I did this for her, not for you...

With my last words, Teakin pulled me from my sleep. I awoke peacefully in my bed but that peace did not last long.

You fell right into his hands! Do you realize what you just did Mandii? You did just what he wanted you to!

I sat up on the bed to see tears in Teakins eyes.

He wanted you to kill that girl in front of me! He is trying to turn you into a killer and you just allowed him to!

Teakin...I...

You what? You don't get to play god Mandii! You can't take one life to make another!

Where was this speech when I was killing Palmer and Archy? Why are you choosing now to sing a different tune?

Because, I understood killing in the memory of Jason but you didn't just kill to avenge your brother. I understood because I did the same thing when Helen took my friends and family away! I thought I was alone but now I know that I'm not...You took another Mind Walker's life for your own personal gain! You're no better than Helen.

I had to Teakin, he had already woken her form death and she was stuck in his mind. God knows what she's been through, at least now she's free.

At the cost of someone who was held prisoner by your father. I was in the same mind as you Mandii but while you ignored many facts I didn't. They didn't want this, they didn't want to be his slaves...They wanted us to save them and you killed one of them and left the other in turmoil!

Teakin...

Save it.

Teakin pulled a jacket off the bed next to me.

You don't care about anyone else you've only ever cared about yourself. Have fun trying to find Ashba on your own because I'm done helping you. I thought you were different, I thought you actually cared. I was mistaken.

With her parting words she slammed the door behind her. Amaryllis pulled her knees up to her chest and looked over at Helen.

Did you get enough of the "Truth" that you can go tell the court I'm innocent and your fathers the one trying to kill people?

My eyes began to sting from tears as I rolled my eyes in Helen's direction.

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Jenny how old are you really? I know you claim to be 24 but you act like you are a toddler who won’t listen. I can’t stand watching your promotionals because you accuse me of the very things you do. Contradicting yourself, being a hypocrite, being a whore, bring up the past when it is supposed to not matter, and making it seem like you don’t care when it’s obvious you care to much. Not to mention how I say the same thing over and over when you do the same fucking thing. If you took a step back you would see the reason I have to repeat myself in different words now and this is becuase I am trying to get you to listen or at the very least understand why I am saying. I know, it’s hard for someone like you to understand words but the least you could do is try.I mean, you know me inside and outside of the ring? What are you, my number one stalker? Is all of this hostility toward me your way of trying to get into my pants? For someone who doesn’t like me you sure as hell stalk my life like you don’t have one of your own.

I contradict myself? You need to listen to what you say Jenny. If you find a division useless then the championship attached to it is useless. Do you not know how that works? I know the bombshell division needs work and I am willing to put in the work to make it better instead of trying to kill it like you are. Even though I know the women's Division is lacking in competitors I will work my ass off to get it to a point that the championship that is connected to it is worth as much as any other championship in this company. That is the difference between you and me. I don't dictate people, I allow anyone into my division and like I have done with you I will make them work for their place. Honestly, if all the women you have faced aside from Roxy are so beneath you then can you really say you have given your all? No, but then again that's not your fault. I bring out your full potential because I am the best at what I do even if you don't want to admit it. You can dominate a division without killing it. Honestly, I think the reason so many women left after facing you is they caught something from your nasty self and decided that having the chance of facing you again wasn't worth another trip to the doctor for a shot in their ass.

Alright Jenny, enough is enough with what happend in our tag team match. It seems to be the only thing you can dig up out of your empty mind to really go against me. Obviously you don't understand why I did what I did and I'm not explaining something so simple to someone so simple minded anymore. Keep bringing it but I'm done addressing it after this promotional. It's time to focus on this week and this week alone and obviously you now see I'm not some useless piece of shit you can step on and wash off your shoe. It's time to come up with something new.

Let's talk about this top 50 bullshit shall we? No, I didn't make it on that list in 2014 and yes my name has been in this company since 2014 but like you've already said I was gone for two years. If I had stayed you can bet every dollar you got at the strip club my name would have made it on that list. If someone who fell so far from grace like Chris Chaos can have his name on that list then it must not be that hard to get on. That is why I am back and better than I ever was. This round I will reach every one of my goals in this company and will surpass you. This bombshell championship that you call useless is my starting point and once I build this division up maybe you will open your eyes and see that the only thing you were ever good for in this division was a placeholder. You are the only reason the championship is around still? Bitch, you were the placeholder until someone worth shit stepped foot into this division. You didn't save shit.

You try to make it out like you are some savior in this division when again, you were the toxic kiss that killed it in the first place. If you were to be honest I am the one who is saving this division by being someone who isn't going to back down from your stupid antics and idiotic behavior. I'm the bitch who is going to bring back the division you tried so hard to kill. If it wasn't for me coming back this division would have been the Jenny show and it would have failed miserably. If I hadn't come back you would have been something because the rest of the women in this division are shit. The fact that I am back means this is no longer the Jenny show and soon will be Mandiis rebirth of the division. This is the Jenny era? Sounds more to me like a pitty party that only Jenny showed up to.

It's funny how you finally see how my past has no effect on me and now you result to low blows about my appearance and voice? Do you really have nothing better to do Jenny? Last I checked we were wrestlers, not models or porn stars. Looks don't matter when you get in the ring and if you really think they do then you are the problem with this division not it's savior. When you enter the ring no one cares if you have a man voice or if your boobs are more silicone than actual breasts. What people want in the ring are wrestlers who are willing to get bloody and put on a show. Men and women do not pay for a show to watch us look pretty and wrestle around in mud baths. Ok, some do but true fans of this sport don't. They pay good money to watch us wrestle and entertain them. You have bored me to tears with your promotionals so I know for a fact people don't pay to watch you entertain unless you are on your back with all your holes filled. They pay to watch your tits bounce and that is another reason you don't deserve this championship. You aren't a wrestler because you bring up petty shit like this. If you actually gave a shit about this business you would focus on skill instead of stalking someones past and commenting on how they look like a trans person. That's why I gave you props in my past promotional, because I actually looked at your skill and decided to admit I was wrong. Now, now you make me want to withdraw my statement because of your big mouth. Let's see how many people want to even look at you when I'm done with you. I wonder what you are going to come up with when I rearrange the plastic in your face and knock your teeth down your fucking throat. Instead of being perfection you'll look like the hunchback of notre dame when I'm done with you. Let's see how far looks get you in this business Jenny. I suggest you cover your face during our match because if I ruin it you're out of the job.

I can't believe you want to bring up Frodo and claim things about him and I. I can't believe how misinformed you really are, so much for knowing everything about me in and outside of the ring. Frodo was disgusting and someone I wouldn't touch unless it was with a bat and I was swinging at his head. I stripped down to my bra and thong for him? Oh Jenny, I've been meaning to tell you that just because you're a whore doesn't make every other women on this earth a whore. I have standards and don't let just any aids infested dick inside of me. You seem to have some deep seeded issues with yourself that you want to push off on me. You call me a whore and say I belong in a whore house or that I've already been in one? Again, you know nothing about me. I could probably sleep with more men on this roster than you but you want to know why I don't? I have self respect, I guess you've never seen that so this must blow your fucking mind. I must be a fucking unicorn to you because obviously the women in your life only gave a shit about opening their legs. You have that same issue the only difference is you also like to open your mouth but instead of using it for dicks you make yourself look like a fool with it.

Does everyone want to know the reason reason Jenny Myst doesn't want to speak about the big matches I've come up short in? Because there is one, yes one that I fell short on. I've had my losses here in XWF but Jenny you have to. Let's forget about the past though. Let's pretend I'm completely new to this federation. I fell short on my tag match and that was of my own doing. I would much rather go down on my own terms than be fucked over in a match. Even with my loss you better fucking believe I am going to do better this week. I watched you last week Jenny and even when I appeared to not know what I was doing I was taking notes. That's one disadvantage you have, you don't know my full potential. You don't even care to acknowledge it and that will be one of your downfalls Myst.

To be a champion you have to know there is always room for improvement, I have never claimed to be perfect. I take lessons I have learned in the ring and actually learn from them. To be a champion means you have confidence in yourself and for a woman who gets her worth from looking like a teenage coke whore you already lack that confidence. You can talk yourself up but behind the shit talk is a woman who is vain and only worries about the looks of herself and others. To be a champion you do have to give it your all and granted I failed that in our tag match no matter my reasoning behind it. It doesn't change the fact that I'm giving my all now when it really matters. To be a champion means letting the past go and not bringing it up all the damn time, something you do and in return I knock you down with facts about my past. To be a champion means bettering your division and already I've done that. This match is going to be one that goes down in the books not because of Jenny Must but because of Mandii Rider. I've given this division more worth than you ever did by scaring away women with your dick breath. I wasn't an addition to this division Jenny, I came back and became this division. The Bombshell championship will be worth more on my waist than it ever was on yours, believe that bitch.

I would tell you to go fuck yourself but I'm pretty sure you would take my words literally and live stream it across the world. I would rather sound like a man and be myself than be like you and try so hard just to look like some emo teens dream comic book character. I would rather be who I really am and get criticized for it than someone who pretends to put on a strong front but is nothing more than a scared child inside. You are worthless because you define yourself based on a piece of plastic and not the work you put into earning it. Oh, but you did put work didn't you Jenny. You beat women you say weren't worth the spit in the ground yet you really believe your own lies when you say you are perfection? If you kick a puppy and it lays down and dies do you gloat about it? No, when a viscous blood thirsty dog is trying to rip your arm from it's socket and you fight it off is when you should hold your head high. It's easy to beat people who don't care but facing someone who gives a damn is a different story. As far as I'm concerned you never were a champion even if the championship history says you were. A real champion has to face people worthy and obviously you've never been in the ring with someone who was worthy to face you.

I'm sick of this tango because maybe I say the same thing over and over again but that's only because it goes in one of your ears and out the other. You don't listen Jenny you run your mouth and what ends up happening is we run in circles because you have nothing better to say. When Warfare comes around the only thing that will change in your promotional is you saying "I might have lost but this time I'm taking my championship back." Sadly, you will believe those words and if my championship is on the line at Warfare you will spiral out of control when I beat you AGAIN. That's another reason why you shouldn't be champion. You are far too unstable to even be a wrestler because you go put your worth in an inanimate object. I've already made some calls to keep an eye on you after out match because I think you'll kill yourself because when I take everything that makes you, you there will be nothing for you to live for. Let's say some way I lose this match. I will pick myself back up and kick your ass in the future to get it back. I will better myself and come after you again. You lose and it will be the end of Jennys reality. Do you really think someone so unstable should represent a division of strong women? Well, currently I guess woman. That's why I have the drive to beat you even more. I don't want people to see the mess Jenny Myst as the women's division because that shit looks bad on my part. How could someone like myself be second best to someone like that? I won't let it happen.

I leave you with this to think about Jenny. Instead of putting your worth into something like Chris or this championship why not prove your worth? You shouldn't need a championship to define you or anyone else to define you. I learned that lesson a long time ago. What defines me is my hard work and determination to set goals and reach them. What defines me is the respect I have to not let anyone run me over or walk on me. What sets me apart from you is self worth. You might be fine with having someone walk all over you and being quite. You might be ok with taking your medicine and being put in your place but me I don't let anyone put me in their box. I make my own rules, I do what I want, and I kick ass. That is what makes me a champion and why you still can't get over the fact I didn't find you worthy enough in our tag match to give you my best. You got your wish now Myst, you got the whole package of Mandii Rider this week and when I take away your will to live you'll make another wish. That wish is that you had never stepped in the ring with me.

By the way Jenny, you are a dildo, fake and only useful when someone is lonely.]]>
I opened the door of my room to see Teakin on my laptop, Amaryllis reading books, and Helen writing. The sound of the door closing got everyone's attention and caused them to look up.

Amaryllis, did you find anything out about Blair leaving.

No.

Why is that still a priority? We already know your dad is the one behind all of this no one else. We also know that you refuse to tell the court about it...Probably because you still can't get over the past.

Annoyingly I looked over at Helen. She had spoken under her breath and rolled her eyes before going back to writing.

If I wasn't over the past and wanted something bad to happen to you I would have left you locked in your own castle and had Amaryllis watch you waste away. It's important because it's suspicious and since she told no one she was leaving it makes it a priority to find out where she went. Just because we know Ashba is the reason for everything doesn't mean Blair doesn't have something to do with what is going on. I've been thinking and some things don't match up. The fact I am considered an original doesn't make sense if I didn't come from one of three originals bloodline. I know I was told it was because having my daughter taken away kick started it all but I would still have to have original blood in my veins. How does Ashba have original blood?

While still writing, Helen shrugged her shoulders in annoyance. From this point on I knew she would be just about as useful as a box of crayons.

That's why I'm not turning him in until I have answers.

Why? Why does anything he say matter at this point?

Because Helen, I've been lied to my whole life and I would like to actually know who I am as crazy as that seems to you. Besides, even if I were to turn him in to the court it wouldn't do any good. They don't know where he is and all it would do is put whoever Serena sends out in danger, that includes any of us.

So what's the plan? We can't just sit around here waiting for him to show up at our doorstep. We have to take the fight to him but obviously it isn't a fair fight inside Mandii's mind.

Amaryllis spoke up showing irritability in her voice. I was the thing keeping her mother from being free so I could understand her frustration toward me.

Teakin, is there a way to see inside someone's mind while they are in another mind?

I mean I've read about it but that takes a highly skilled Mind Walker to be able to jump from mind to mind like that. The more minds you go into the more of a risk you run of not coming out and I don't want to be the little voice inside of someones head.

So you wouldn't be willing to try?

Teakin sighed and picked the laptop up off her lap and sat it on the bed.

It depends what you are asking me to try.

I want to try to reach Ashba in my dreams again and trick him into opening his mind. I can't believe a word he says and a mind can't lie. Can you jump into my dream mid way through and link our minds?

It's very risky for everyone involved...But for you I can try. Just fall asleep and give me a sign like wiggling a toe and I'll do my best to jump in and link the two of you.

Then I guess it's time to nap.

Teakin stood up from the bed and allowed me to lay down. I was exhausted from everything so sleeping came naturally. When I woke up inside of the dream I was standing in the middle of what looked to be an arena. There was no sun, only darkness in the sky but torches around the edge of the arena lit up my surroundings.

Ashba! I'm ready to talk to you!...Ashba!

Nothing. There was the chance he wouldn't show up at all after the last encounter we had. I wasn't going to give up just yet though.

Ashba!...Dad!

The ground shook as Ashba suddenly emerged from the dark edges of the arena, his minions following close behind.

I won't talk unless they leave. As you can see, Teakin isn't here so give me the same courtesy of not having them here.

He nodded, showing approval for my request. The two disappeared and Ashab walked closer.

What is it you want to talk to me about?

Your the original the prophecy foretold about, the ender of worlds...Aren't you?

He laughed a deep raspy laugh.

The prophecy is bullshit. I put that prophecy in Blairs mind. The people you have already killed were never apart of some higher power to bring the world to an end. The killing of Jason, the killing of the human, and the killing of the witch were apart of a spell to bring Nerobell back to life.

I took a step forward with shallow breath. Ashba didn't move allowing me to be able to reach him when I needed to.

How?

Jason was half your brother just as Nerobell was your half sister. Not only did killing Jason unlock the full potential I knew you had, it opened the gate to allow Nerobell to cross over. The death of a human, witch, and someone's true love was enough payment to bring her back. Those tests that you were put through were done so we would have a body for her once you completed the spell.

Wait...

I remembered back to the flash I had seen the last time we met. The woman was holding a baby and I was reaching my hand out to touch it but it was taken away before I could...

You used me as a human incubator so you could make a body for Nerobell?

It was the only way to have a body for her to return to. It had to be you because of the blood that runs in your veins.

I grasped my hands into fists at my side. The idea of having Nerobell coming from me was disturbing...I guess it was safe to say my family was pretty dysfunctional.

Then why frame Helen? What does she have to do with any of this.

Helen broke a promise she had made to me. She was the reason for your sisters death or do you not remember?

I remember, I remember because I had to live everyday feeling the guilt of it. I watched her die while you were in hiding.

I was expecting them to execute her so the "prophecy" wouldn't come to pass but since you talk about her like this, I can only assume she is still among the living.

I made a motion with my hand praying that Teakin would see it out in the world and jump into my dream.

She is because her sisters, her family, refused to kill her without proof. They may have a fucked up relationship but at the very least they love each other because they are family. Something you will never understand.

Teakin suddenly appeared and touch my head along with Ashba's. Memories of his past flashed through my head. The day he was born, the day he met my mother, even his feelings watching me grow up in the family I did. Less detailed memories flashed in my head until one single memory played in detail. Ashba was seen making a deal with Blair. It was as if I was standing there as the two talked before Ashba handed something in a blanket over to her. In return, she smiled before placing the blanket nearby in a small basket before turning away from Ashba and kneeling down. She began to pray to Demeter but her words were not audible. Suddenly, a loud crack erupted from the sky and a red light flashed down striking Ashba in the chest. He fell to the ground, motionless. His body suddenly jerked up and a scream was released from his body before the memory ended and another took its place.

In this memory Ashba was talking to a woman dressed in a grey robe. He handed her a baby wrapped in a black blanket. The child was still covered in blood and pale...Not breathing. The woman held the child as if it were living before pulling a necklace away from her own neck and tying it around the baby's neck. This time, I was able to make out what they were saying.

You understand what you have to?

Yes, I will do it to bring her back.

The woman nodded as another memory flashed in my mind.

In this flash, Ashba was sitting in front of the two mind walkers. Those same black strands that they had tried to use against me were connected to Ashbas head and back. I gripped one causing me to go deeper into his mind. I saw the vision he placed in Blairs head. Helen was causing mass destruction as I layed dead at her feet. The scene of the death of a human, witch, and true love came in short bursts followed by darkness.

I exited his mind as did Teakin. My heart raced and my head rounded profusely. It was true. He was trying to bring back Nerobell and using me to do so. He wanted us to become his weapons of mass destruction...He didn't want to end the world...He wanted to kill off the Originals to rule over the Sirens...So we could rule. He wanted pay back for being rejected by them after being denied his own original rights. It was all true...All I needed to bring back Nero was...

I looked up to see meet Ashba's disapproving look. The two Mind Walkers approached us but before they could do anything I shove my hand through the woman's chest and held her heart on the opposite side of her body. Time seemingly stopped entirely as my ears began to ring from the silence.

Aroara!

The silence was broke by the man's cries for his lover. I pulled my hand back though and looked down at the heart that pumps blood into the air. The woman's body fell and so did the man with it. His tears stained her black hood as did her blood. The sight itself was gruesome, her eyes never closed and the man tried everything he could to save her with but it was already to late. Covered in blood he promised to make things right to her corpse. I handed the heart to my father.

I did this for her, not for you...

With my last words, Teakin pulled me from my sleep. I awoke peacefully in my bed but that peace did not last long.

You fell right into his hands! Do you realize what you just did Mandii? You did just what he wanted you to!

I sat up on the bed to see tears in Teakins eyes.

He wanted you to kill that girl in front of me! He is trying to turn you into a killer and you just allowed him to!

Teakin...I...

You what? You don't get to play god Mandii! You can't take one life to make another!

Where was this speech when I was killing Palmer and Archy? Why are you choosing now to sing a different tune?

Because, I understood killing in the memory of Jason but you didn't just kill to avenge your brother. I understood because I did the same thing when Helen took my friends and family away! I thought I was alone but now I know that I'm not...You took another Mind Walker's life for your own personal gain! You're no better than Helen.

I had to Teakin, he had already woken her form death and she was stuck in his mind. God knows what she's been through, at least now she's free.

At the cost of someone who was held prisoner by your father. I was in the same mind as you Mandii but while you ignored many facts I didn't. They didn't want this, they didn't want to be his slaves...They wanted us to save them and you killed one of them and left the other in turmoil!

Teakin...

Save it.

Teakin pulled a jacket off the bed next to me.

You don't care about anyone else you've only ever cared about yourself. Have fun trying to find Ashba on your own because I'm done helping you. I thought you were different, I thought you actually cared. I was mistaken.

With her parting words she slammed the door behind her. Amaryllis pulled her knees up to her chest and looked over at Helen.

Did you get enough of the "Truth" that you can go tell the court I'm innocent and your fathers the one trying to kill people?

My eyes began to sting from tears as I rolled my eyes in Helen's direction.

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Jenny how old are you really? I know you claim to be 24 but you act like you are a toddler who won’t listen. I can’t stand watching your promotionals because you accuse me of the very things you do. Contradicting yourself, being a hypocrite, being a whore, bring up the past when it is supposed to not matter, and making it seem like you don’t care when it’s obvious you care to much. Not to mention how I say the same thing over and over when you do the same fucking thing. If you took a step back you would see the reason I have to repeat myself in different words now and this is becuase I am trying to get you to listen or at the very least understand why I am saying. I know, it’s hard for someone like you to understand words but the least you could do is try.I mean, you know me inside and outside of the ring? What are you, my number one stalker? Is all of this hostility toward me your way of trying to get into my pants? For someone who doesn’t like me you sure as hell stalk my life like you don’t have one of your own.

I contradict myself? You need to listen to what you say Jenny. If you find a division useless then the championship attached to it is useless. Do you not know how that works? I know the bombshell division needs work and I am willing to put in the work to make it better instead of trying to kill it like you are. Even though I know the women's Division is lacking in competitors I will work my ass off to get it to a point that the championship that is connected to it is worth as much as any other championship in this company. That is the difference between you and me. I don't dictate people, I allow anyone into my division and like I have done with you I will make them work for their place. Honestly, if all the women you have faced aside from Roxy are so beneath you then can you really say you have given your all? No, but then again that's not your fault. I bring out your full potential because I am the best at what I do even if you don't want to admit it. You can dominate a division without killing it. Honestly, I think the reason so many women left after facing you is they caught something from your nasty self and decided that having the chance of facing you again wasn't worth another trip to the doctor for a shot in their ass.

Alright Jenny, enough is enough with what happend in our tag team match. It seems to be the only thing you can dig up out of your empty mind to really go against me. Obviously you don't understand why I did what I did and I'm not explaining something so simple to someone so simple minded anymore. Keep bringing it but I'm done addressing it after this promotional. It's time to focus on this week and this week alone and obviously you now see I'm not some useless piece of shit you can step on and wash off your shoe. It's time to come up with something new.

Let's talk about this top 50 bullshit shall we? No, I didn't make it on that list in 2014 and yes my name has been in this company since 2014 but like you've already said I was gone for two years. If I had stayed you can bet every dollar you got at the strip club my name would have made it on that list. If someone who fell so far from grace like Chris Chaos can have his name on that list then it must not be that hard to get on. That is why I am back and better than I ever was. This round I will reach every one of my goals in this company and will surpass you. This bombshell championship that you call useless is my starting point and once I build this division up maybe you will open your eyes and see that the only thing you were ever good for in this division was a placeholder. You are the only reason the championship is around still? Bitch, you were the placeholder until someone worth shit stepped foot into this division. You didn't save shit.

You try to make it out like you are some savior in this division when again, you were the toxic kiss that killed it in the first place. If you were to be honest I am the one who is saving this division by being someone who isn't going to back down from your stupid antics and idiotic behavior. I'm the bitch who is going to bring back the division you tried so hard to kill. If it wasn't for me coming back this division would have been the Jenny show and it would have failed miserably. If I hadn't come back you would have been something because the rest of the women in this division are shit. The fact that I am back means this is no longer the Jenny show and soon will be Mandiis rebirth of the division. This is the Jenny era? Sounds more to me like a pitty party that only Jenny showed up to.

It's funny how you finally see how my past has no effect on me and now you result to low blows about my appearance and voice? Do you really have nothing better to do Jenny? Last I checked we were wrestlers, not models or porn stars. Looks don't matter when you get in the ring and if you really think they do then you are the problem with this division not it's savior. When you enter the ring no one cares if you have a man voice or if your boobs are more silicone than actual breasts. What people want in the ring are wrestlers who are willing to get bloody and put on a show. Men and women do not pay for a show to watch us look pretty and wrestle around in mud baths. Ok, some do but true fans of this sport don't. They pay good money to watch us wrestle and entertain them. You have bored me to tears with your promotionals so I know for a fact people don't pay to watch you entertain unless you are on your back with all your holes filled. They pay to watch your tits bounce and that is another reason you don't deserve this championship. You aren't a wrestler because you bring up petty shit like this. If you actually gave a shit about this business you would focus on skill instead of stalking someones past and commenting on how they look like a trans person. That's why I gave you props in my past promotional, because I actually looked at your skill and decided to admit I was wrong. Now, now you make me want to withdraw my statement because of your big mouth. Let's see how many people want to even look at you when I'm done with you. I wonder what you are going to come up with when I rearrange the plastic in your face and knock your teeth down your fucking throat. Instead of being perfection you'll look like the hunchback of notre dame when I'm done with you. Let's see how far looks get you in this business Jenny. I suggest you cover your face during our match because if I ruin it you're out of the job.

I can't believe you want to bring up Frodo and claim things about him and I. I can't believe how misinformed you really are, so much for knowing everything about me in and outside of the ring. Frodo was disgusting and someone I wouldn't touch unless it was with a bat and I was swinging at his head. I stripped down to my bra and thong for him? Oh Jenny, I've been meaning to tell you that just because you're a whore doesn't make every other women on this earth a whore. I have standards and don't let just any aids infested dick inside of me. You seem to have some deep seeded issues with yourself that you want to push off on me. You call me a whore and say I belong in a whore house or that I've already been in one? Again, you know nothing about me. I could probably sleep with more men on this roster than you but you want to know why I don't? I have self respect, I guess you've never seen that so this must blow your fucking mind. I must be a fucking unicorn to you because obviously the women in your life only gave a shit about opening their legs. You have that same issue the only difference is you also like to open your mouth but instead of using it for dicks you make yourself look like a fool with it.

Does everyone want to know the reason reason Jenny Myst doesn't want to speak about the big matches I've come up short in? Because there is one, yes one that I fell short on. I've had my losses here in XWF but Jenny you have to. Let's forget about the past though. Let's pretend I'm completely new to this federation. I fell short on my tag match and that was of my own doing. I would much rather go down on my own terms than be fucked over in a match. Even with my loss you better fucking believe I am going to do better this week. I watched you last week Jenny and even when I appeared to not know what I was doing I was taking notes. That's one disadvantage you have, you don't know my full potential. You don't even care to acknowledge it and that will be one of your downfalls Myst.

To be a champion you have to know there is always room for improvement, I have never claimed to be perfect. I take lessons I have learned in the ring and actually learn from them. To be a champion means you have confidence in yourself and for a woman who gets her worth from looking like a teenage coke whore you already lack that confidence. You can talk yourself up but behind the shit talk is a woman who is vain and only worries about the looks of herself and others. To be a champion you do have to give it your all and granted I failed that in our tag match no matter my reasoning behind it. It doesn't change the fact that I'm giving my all now when it really matters. To be a champion means letting the past go and not bringing it up all the damn time, something you do and in return I knock you down with facts about my past. To be a champion means bettering your division and already I've done that. This match is going to be one that goes down in the books not because of Jenny Must but because of Mandii Rider. I've given this division more worth than you ever did by scaring away women with your dick breath. I wasn't an addition to this division Jenny, I came back and became this division. The Bombshell championship will be worth more on my waist than it ever was on yours, believe that bitch.

I would tell you to go fuck yourself but I'm pretty sure you would take my words literally and live stream it across the world. I would rather sound like a man and be myself than be like you and try so hard just to look like some emo teens dream comic book character. I would rather be who I really am and get criticized for it than someone who pretends to put on a strong front but is nothing more than a scared child inside. You are worthless because you define yourself based on a piece of plastic and not the work you put into earning it. Oh, but you did put work didn't you Jenny. You beat women you say weren't worth the spit in the ground yet you really believe your own lies when you say you are perfection? If you kick a puppy and it lays down and dies do you gloat about it? No, when a viscous blood thirsty dog is trying to rip your arm from it's socket and you fight it off is when you should hold your head high. It's easy to beat people who don't care but facing someone who gives a damn is a different story. As far as I'm concerned you never were a champion even if the championship history says you were. A real champion has to face people worthy and obviously you've never been in the ring with someone who was worthy to face you.

I'm sick of this tango because maybe I say the same thing over and over again but that's only because it goes in one of your ears and out the other. You don't listen Jenny you run your mouth and what ends up happening is we run in circles because you have nothing better to say. When Warfare comes around the only thing that will change in your promotional is you saying "I might have lost but this time I'm taking my championship back." Sadly, you will believe those words and if my championship is on the line at Warfare you will spiral out of control when I beat you AGAIN. That's another reason why you shouldn't be champion. You are far too unstable to even be a wrestler because you go put your worth in an inanimate object. I've already made some calls to keep an eye on you after out match because I think you'll kill yourself because when I take everything that makes you, you there will be nothing for you to live for. Let's say some way I lose this match. I will pick myself back up and kick your ass in the future to get it back. I will better myself and come after you again. You lose and it will be the end of Jennys reality. Do you really think someone so unstable should represent a division of strong women? Well, currently I guess woman. That's why I have the drive to beat you even more. I don't want people to see the mess Jenny Myst as the women's division because that shit looks bad on my part. How could someone like myself be second best to someone like that? I won't let it happen.

I leave you with this to think about Jenny. Instead of putting your worth into something like Chris or this championship why not prove your worth? You shouldn't need a championship to define you or anyone else to define you. I learned that lesson a long time ago. What defines me is my hard work and determination to set goals and reach them. What defines me is the respect I have to not let anyone run me over or walk on me. What sets me apart from you is self worth. You might be fine with having someone walk all over you and being quite. You might be ok with taking your medicine and being put in your place but me I don't let anyone put me in their box. I make my own rules, I do what I want, and I kick ass. That is what makes me a champion and why you still can't get over the fact I didn't find you worthy enough in our tag match to give you my best. You got your wish now Myst, you got the whole package of Mandii Rider this week and when I take away your will to live you'll make another wish. That wish is that you had never stepped in the ring with me.

By the way Jenny, you are a dildo, fake and only useful when someone is lonely.]]> <![CDATA[RAVEN: Year One]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30774 Fri, 02 Mar 2018 23:31:26 -0800 James Raven]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30774
I feel bad Vin got two RP's up with nothing to respond to, so I haven't responded to anything he wrote in this. I did the whole thing cold so that it was somewhat even ground, and I'll respond to his stuff next. Hopefully I can get some time at work to write tomorrow, otherwise I'll have two shorter ones. I have Sunday off though, so I'm still good for match writing to any it concerns.

Turning Point 2008 was the birth of James Raven. Turning Point 2018 is the return. A decade of dominance.

#LegendVsLegendsTour

Origin story time.

RAVEN: Year One

EDIT: Thanks for taking the match, Lane. I appreciate it.]]>
I feel bad Vin got two RP's up with nothing to respond to, so I haven't responded to anything he wrote in this. I did the whole thing cold so that it was somewhat even ground, and I'll respond to his stuff next. Hopefully I can get some time at work to write tomorrow, otherwise I'll have two shorter ones. I have Sunday off though, so I'm still good for match writing to any it concerns.

Turning Point 2008 was the birth of James Raven. Turning Point 2018 is the return. A decade of dominance.

#LegendVsLegendsTour

Origin story time.

RAVEN: Year One

EDIT: Thanks for taking the match, Lane. I appreciate it.]]> <![CDATA[All Is Fair In Love And War]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30773 Fri, 02 Mar 2018 21:38:27 -0800 Robert "The Omega" Main]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=30773

Continued From Tough Talk

OOC: This Song Is What Drew Is Going Through!

Casa De Main

Robert knows it's early when there is no light struggling to get past his blacked out curtains and blinds. He can hear the birds chirping off in the distance, he rubs his eyes for a few seconds sitting up in his bed! Robert brings his hands down to his sides in a semi-drunken stupor slapping his alarm clock onto the oak floor. Robert hadn't been drinking, it's just this time of day his neurones don't fire very well! Feeling this way half asleep half awake pretty much has the same effect as half a bottle of whiskey. He also can't stand making breakfast either. Knowing he is going to regret this decision by the time the sun is up, but making a quick bite to eat is just well beyond the scope of his abilities at the moment. Robert rips the sheets from his body placing both feet on the floor. He waits there for a moment still trying to gauge how he feels before standing up!

Jesus! Today is the day! My sister's wedding!

Robert stretches out before scratching his ass looking around the room trying to process what he is going to try and do next! He calmly walks to the bathroom flipping on the light leaning over the sink standing there looking at himself in the merrier! He sighs before spinning around opening the glass shower door and turning on the hot water. Robert again leisurely watches the water hit the slate shower floor before stepping in!

15 Minutes Later

Robert appeared before the merrier in his master bedroom, in all his grandeur. Looking amazing in his tailored black suit with a charming tie. Underneath his long beard, his chiselled jaw lifted slightly with a proud, engaging smile. His eyes a sparkling, Robert looked so much like his father, dressed to impress! He was charismatic with an irresistible sense of humor! He was brilliant though he didn't show it from time to time.

Robert's dark hair reached the tailored shoulders of his suit, which he had left stylishly open over a crisp white dress shirt. He stood up tall looking himself over! His long limbs were straight but not stiff by any means, holding his head high. Robert raises one eyebrow before placing his gold Rolex on his wrist! He checks the time before walking back over to his bed taking a seat on the edge putting on his dress shoes!

Erik Black!

Robert takes a split second adjusting his first dress shoe

Erik where have you gone? I sat back and watched as you came out of the starting blocks like a man possessed! Like a wrecking ball, you tore into the very foundation that is Robert Main! Continuously attacking, hell on wheels! But now all of a sudden, poof you've gone into hiding! You've gone underground, keeping under cover and sheltering in place. You know the storm is about to smack you dead in the face! Erik for a while I did decide to keep quiet. I wanted to see what you had to bring to the table! At first, I was impressed with the fire burning inside your gut, but as soon as I decided to start speaking that raging inferno diminished into an amber gasping for air! Suddenly the brave Erik Black realized the shit storm he was truly in the middle of! Now you've suppressed that big mouth that got you here in the first place! Ducking me will only work for so long! Egypt is closing in! Take a deep breath kid you still have a few hours before I slaughter you dead center!

I've seen many men come and go Erik, but I've never seen a man tuck tail so quickly and throw up the white flag! Yet you claim to be one of the best fighters on Earth! Erik they all say the very same things, that is until they look The Omega dead in the eyes! Suddenly all of your well-laid plans go out the window! You threatened me, Erik, I don't take too kindly to idle threats! Did you think for one second that you were going to intimidate the champion? I cautioned you before this thing was even signed! I warned you, Erik, what would happen to you in the ring! Your mouth overrode your pride, your eye was bigger than your stomach and now I'll make sure you pay the price for your trespassing! If the forewarning was not enough, you should have done your research. I don't and will not ever go down without one hell of a fight first! You penned this novel of a nightmare, now I finish the story!

Did you honestly believe Robert Main would back down from over the top browbeating? No, Erik! You only made me want to hurt you even further than I planned on! We all watched your promos filled with your scowled face and snarling words! You flexed your muscles first, all talk and very little action! You made threats thinking you were just going to push me around like an amateur! You can shoot all the daggers you want at me out of those beady eyes, you can shake your fist at me, now is the time you Erik become the bullied! I don't make threats I make promises! You're compromised, kid, I crept up and stabbed you from behind! (AND NOT THE GAY WAY YOU LIKE) I've pressured you into a situation there is no return from! You've painted yourself into a corner with no way out! You are the caged animal and I have become your master! This was all foreshadowed Erik, you just choose not to listen!

Robert reaches over towards his nightstand pulling the Hart Championship into the picture. Robert grins patting the Championship belt before laying it on his bed

Funny what this ten pound of gold can make you think you are capable of huh? You dove in head first without a life jacket and now I am going to drown you! Singing up for this opportunity was an ill-advised move on your part, it's laughable you thought you even had a chance at obtaining what it mine! Just how simpleminded are you Erik? Stepping into the ring with me might just be the most moronic move you could have ever made! You wanted a LION now you got one, and you will listen to me Roar!

Robert looked at his bedroom door taking in the rich aroma of breakfast being cooked and beckoned him to take a closer look! He could not resist the delightful sensations that whipped all around him!

I've got to check this out breakfast!

Robert opened his bedroom leisurely making his way down the hallway towards the kitchen. Robert turns the corner there stands Jim cooking breakfast with two beautiful naked women to each side of him!

Robert my brother! How ya doin? I've cooked breakfast I hope ya don't mind man! Big day!

Robert stares at the naked women as he walks by pouring himself a cup of coffee

No I don't mind at all, I'm actually glad you did! I never cook breakfast! Hell, I never eat breakfast either! I didn't know you even liked to cook!

Robert walks past the naked women again this time speaking to them

Ladies!

Robert smiles taking a small sip of his black coffee

Bro I love to cook! I've been doin it for years! It's your house brother let me make ya a plate!

Jim, you don't have to do that man my arms are not painted on!

Bro! I insist!

Robert shrugs

If you say so!

The very moment Robert slide into his chair Jim serves him an enormous helping of food. Scrambled eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes, sausage links and colorful bowl of fruit sits in the middle of the table on ice to keep it cool.

::::::DING::::::::

That's the biscuits!

Jim sets a bowl of piping hot biscuits on the table and takes a seat opposite of Robert. Robert reaches out grabbing two the fresh biscuits, Robert places the warm biscuits to his nose, inhaling deeply. They smelled glorious, rich, promising a scrumptious taste. Robert smiled grabbing a butter knife applying copious amounts of thick, creamy butter. He then spooned out a dollop of sweet, blueberry jelly, slathered the mixture onto the biscuits. Robert ripped off a chunk, stuffing the piece into his mouth. The biscuit was to die for. The charming smoothness of the butter blended perfectly with the blueberry jelly. Robert then noticed two sets of tits staring him down!

Ladies have a seat and eat! There is plenty! So Jim the ladies where did you meet them?

Uh... The Strip Club! I went back yesterday!

Funny fact! I bought the place after that fight!

The two naked women look up from their food

Yeah hi! I'm your new boss!

Are you serious?

Robert nods

This is amazing!

Agreed, I figured with APEX BEER taking off the way it has we could sell it there and turn a profit on the club! Plus Jim! Weed is legal in Vegas now! That means with a license you can sell!

Wait! Weed, Beer, Boobs all under one joint? Did I die and go to heaven?

My sister will have me the license by next week and we will build on or whatever we need to get you going! Just Don't Tell Drew!

Tell me what Bobby?

Morning bro? Why are you naked?

Jim that's how I sleep. Let me ask you a question, why are you eating breakfast with two sets of juggs and didn't tell me?

You were asleep again!

Bob, I need my beauty sleep.

Drew sits down at the table with a huge helping of food to the other side of Robert. Drew looks at the naked strippers and leans in close to the one next to him

You do the special?

What the hell is that?

If you gotta ask you aren't worthy. Now don't tell me what?

Robert bought the strip club, and with tha BEER deal you got us! Plus weed being legal in Vegas!

Jim Jesus! Thanks!

Sorry bro real excited!

It's a strip club, Beer and weed. You act like I will be down there every day getting tits in my face.

Jim and Robert look at each other raising their eyebrows

BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I AM GOING TO DO!

Let's get down to today! Bitches out! This is family! See yourselves out!

Mr. Main seeing how you are our new boss, can we get an advance? Or raise?

Wait what did you just say? An advance? A raise? For what sleeping with customers Jim! I'm actually going to have to dock your pay! The both of you! I'm not running a brothel! I'm kidding!

The two naked strippers smile

Now go!

Bye ladies. I'll be by to see you soon!

The wedding what's the plan!

Yeah Bob what are we going to do?

There isn't a plan guys! We go and act like normal people! I had a long talk with my sister! That's all I could do with no proof of anything! I told her to think about it! If the wedding is not off, then she made her choice! Listen I hate that mother fucker! But what can I do?

MIND CONTROL

Robert and Jim are taken back

What tha fuck ya mean mind control?

Drew this isn't X-MEN!

AH!

Drew drops his head to the table talking to the floor

There's got to be something I can do. But what?

Listen whatever it is you had better do it real quick because the wedding starts in four hours! Get your suits on boys, we've got a shit show to attend!

Hey what Ride we takin?

Ride? I got us a party bus!

YES!

The Wedding

Every man and woman for that matter that steps foot in the XWF wants a shot at glory! Yet, the hungry want to eat but they won't sit down at the table! Erik, you fit into this category! That right there is a major factor in this match! When I came into the XWF a year ago I didn't sit back I went on the hunt for everything I was told I could never have! During that journey, I found there is one thing that can stop Robert Main! Robert Main! I've let you bark for long enough now! I am a man filled to the brim with inventiveness, I'm a king walking a path filled with sheep! Every now and then the King has to remind the foolish just why he is king in the first place! For days you were the aggressor, now you have become the mute! Do you know how beautiful it is to stay silent when someone expects you to be enraged? I don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep! You, Erik Black, are the sheep!

Do you think for one second I am blessed with everything that I have today, simply because everything on my path went right? I'm blessed because I fought for everything! Just as I am now! I have found my purpose and now I have become unstoppable! I don't need to prove how much of a threat I am to you! I don't need to tell anyone how dangerous I am Erik because they all already know! They've seen me in action, they've felt the sting of Robert Main! I will admit you are a brave man! But just because you are a courageous person doesn't mean you go looking for trouble because you might just find it, like you have in me!

Bob these shrimp are off the chain!

How are you eating right now?

I'm a nervous eater!

They are good as fuck Rob! Try at least one!

Robert rolls his eyes licking his fleshy lips before grabbing a handful of oily h’ors devours. Robert looked to see what he was about to consume, they were little shrimps, fried to a crisp. He placed a pile of shrimp on his plate and drenched them in creamy, sweet sauce. He pudgy hand clenched the oil-soaked shrimp and stuffed them into his mouth. He crunched another handful of crispy shrimp.

Damn they are good!

Bobby, listen I know we are about to walk in there and a wedding is going to happen. I'm going to do something. I have to.

Like?

I don't know man. Flying by the seat of my pants here!

Listen the two of you go and get your seats! I'll be in there in a few! I've got a few more things I need to say to Erik Black!

Jim and Drew enter the wedding venue while Robert hangs back grabbing a glass of champagne

Erik you claimed I challenged you for one simple reason, to get over my anxiety of real competition! Kid look around for a second, listen to my words! Look back to War Games APEX took on the Mother Fuckers! A stable packed full of Champions, then we went to the finals beaten and battered! What happened? We won! I don't have anything at all to get over Erik, I don't get the jitters or panic over anyone with talent! The problem is finding the talent to challenge me in the ring! If you believe I break out in a sweat over Savage, your wrong! I competed many times on Savage, and guess what Erik! I fucking won those matches also! If your claim to fame is working on Savage, you have nothing! Where ever I go, pay per view, Savage, Warfare I do one thing! Win my matches and retain my championship! That's more than you can say! Remember your championship run? Neither do I, lasted a hot second! Robert Main will never cower, shutter or fret looking across the ring at Erik Black!

Robert takes a drink of his champagne

Now on a more serious note. I went to my friends grave to pay my respects! I mentioned several times how he passed away, it just must have slipped your mind right? So Listen, I'm going to tell you one more time dip shit! Clean the semen out of your ears, here it comes! Leukemia Erik, that is what took my friend away from this world! He was a child, with a bright future! You said that I would be an embarrassment to him! How so? I did everything that you just can't seem to do. I win my matches and retain my championship! I'm no embarrassment! I am everything you cannot be! Erik your no man wandering looking for the big fight! You're a bitch looking for an easy win, and by your track record, easy wins are hard to come by here in the XWF at least for men like yourself! I'll send your ass wandering right into the front row of the crowd at Turning Point! So here is what I am going to do for you! I'm going to shine the Hart Championship up real nice and after I beat you within inches of your life and you lie there in the middle of the ring busted up and collapsed! I'm going to grab you by the hair and run that belt right in your face! I'm going to take your shattered face and make you look real hard at my Championship! Because that will be as close as you get to it, as long as I am Champion!

30 Minutes Later!

Well here we go!

The room buzzed with excited chatter as the children ran in between the seats of the church playing a good-natured game of tag. Suddenly silence hushed over the crowd as the bride's maids and the groom walked down the aisle. Robert stared Robbie down as he walked by making his way to the front of the church! Applause spread across the room like wildfire. As here comes the bride hit the pa system folks got up for a standing ovation!

Kayla held her bouquet ready for the wedding in her hands now drenched in sweat. She was a nervous wreck. Her heart ran with legs like almost like a sprinter. Her eyebrows frowned with worry and impatience. She glanced her beautiful the bouquet and started to make her way down the aisle!

We've got to stop this!

Tell me how and I will Drew!

The preacher smiles as Kayla makes her way up onto the stage next to the slime-bag Robbie!

Preacher: Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Robbie and Kayla in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

Drew's eyes shoot to Robert! Robert takes a huge gulp sighing giving Drew the go ahead! Jim also nods.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, I've got something I need to say to Kayla!

Everyone. And I mean absolutely everyone turns their attention to Drew who is now standing up in the middle of the aisle. Most people in the church look curious but not the soon to be husband, no Robbie looks nervous. Beads of sweat quickly forming on his brow.

Kayla I love you. You know this. I know you know this because your brother he spilled the beans so I didn't have to be the one to break the awkward ice. Thanks for that Rob. You never let me down.

Drew says as he looks down to his best friend and brother of the bride.

And it's because I love you that I am going to let you go. You can have your happily ever after with whoever you want. Whoever you want except him!

Drew shouts as he points towards Robbie.

This guy has been cheating on you. I don't know for how long or with how many people. I have video proof of him with that blonde bimbo over there. The one he works with.

Drew says as he points over to said, bimbo. The blonde slinks down in her seat, her face immediately turning red as others in the audience look at her.

I'm sorry that it's come to this. Having to tell you this today of all days, here in front of all these people. I've been trying for weeks to figure out another way. That's what the whole bar fight was about the other day. That was us, me, your brother and Jim, trying to figure out another way to go about this but people like Robbie, professional liars, they don't make it easy to catch them in their lie. I came to your house a few weeks ago, I told Robbie what I knew. I gave him the opportunity to leave and despite him agreeing to do so he lied to my face and instead proposed to you. And now here we are. Like I said, I have proof and I am willing to show it to you if you want to see it. But I can't sit here and watch this. You know the truth now, you know what kind of person Robbie is. Robbie is a piece of garbage. You deserve better than him. It doesn't have to be me. But unlike that piece of trash I will never hurt you, never betray you, I will always be there for you. Like I always have been since we were little kids. You know that. But if Mr. Right isn't me that's ok but please, don't settle for someone that will never treat you the way you deserve to be treated. You owe yourself that much at least.

Drew pats Robert on the shoulder and then steps out of the row of seats into the aisle. He takes another look at Kayla and then walks down the aisle and out the back doors of the church.

This is going wonderfully!

Robbie: That little son of a bitch!

Robbie storms down the aisle after Drew when Robert gets up standing in front of the door.

Robbie: Move Robert, NOW!

Robert grins as Robbie's coworker stands in tears. Robert looks confused, Robbie turns around as she speaks!

It's true! Robbie and I have been having an affair for months! Oh my god I'm so sorry!

A gasp hits the room like a ton of bricks. As Robbie turns around Robert throws a quick right hand knocking Robbie down to the floor! Jim wasted no time and grabbing Robbie dragging him from the church kicking and screaming! Robert sees his sister in tears and rushes to the altar with his parents.

::::::The Scene Fades To Black::::::

Erik Black come Turning Point I will lay my lively hood on the line, my pride, my ego, everything I cherish will be out there for the taking! Are you man enough to take everything away from me? The Devil may whisper in your ears telling you there is a storm coming. Erik, I am that storm! The moment we lock up inside that ring I will overwhelm the great fighter, hammering you into the canvas repeatedly! I am the thrashing you will not walk away from! I will thump you off of each pillar and post, smearing the little shit known as Erik the bad ass fighter Black! Erik, I'll sum it up for you! I know who I am! I'm Robert "The Omega" Main the reigning, defending Hart Champion! The question is, who are you?

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Drew?.........................

Kayla?

Can we talk?

The End

Or it it?

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Continued From Tough Talk

OOC: This Song Is What Drew Is Going Through!

Casa De Main

15 Minutes Later

The Wedding

30 Minutes Later!

Well here we go!

Wearing the kind of vital wide brimmed cowboy hat that he's famous for, he stands, hands on hips, looking into the horizon.

It's the evening redness in the West for the XWF.

Sam's lip turns up in a wistful smile as he watches the setting sun. His voice is the soothing, sagacious tone of angels.

Now you may be wonderin' what I mean by that. And it's simple really. The day is over for the XWF. A new day awaits. A new era. A new champion who will pave the way into the future.

He turns towards the camera, still with that slight hint of a knowing smile.

But what kind of champion? What kind of future? Things used to be simple in this business. Colorful costumes and elbow drops. Good versus evil. Right versus wrong. USA versus those evil Soviets. But much like the world around it, wrestling has worried itself into something infinitely more complex. It's not enough to be the face or the heel anymore. Nuance is the word now. And that word is good. Or bad. Depending who you ask. Which makes it all the more interesting that so much of this war between Jim Caedus and The Engineer has been tied up in issues of ethics.

Sam takes the hat of his head, allowing is magnificent ivory locks to spill out. The wind caresses them as a wave of brown sand is kicked up by the air just behind him.

On one hand, you have Jim Caedus. A man with his own fair share of skeletons to be sure. But a man who gets out of bed and looks in the mirror every day and speaks one word to himself. “Hero”. Speaks it till he's hoarse. Speaks it till he believes it, and then does his damndest to live up to the very essence of that word. Jim Caedus, a man who wears his heart on his sleeve so readily that it sometimes causes him to burn bridges as fast as he builds them. Whose passion for this business is not just part of who is....but dangerously close to being the whole of his very being. A man who FEELS so strongly whether it be hate or love that he loses himself in it from time to time. And ends up hurting the people he treasures the most. He's not a perfect man. He's not an easy man. He's not a predictable man. But his heart's direction is often true.

He deserves to be Universal champion.

Sam runs a hand through his hair and kicks some sand of his boots before continuing.

On the other hand is The Engineer. Fierce. Relentless. A man so accustomed to pain he doesn't know how to live life without it. So he creates it. Over and over again. An endless cycle of lies and violence. A man who may not actually know who he is but damn sure knows what he wants. A man who never made a pretense of calling himself a hero but isn't above borrowing those attributes when it suits him. A perpetual cipher that most wouldn't hesitate to call the villain. And yet, would a true villain reach out to a child he easily could have left by the wayside? Would a true villain so steadfastly refuse to degrade and humiliate a rival in the most momentous match of his entire career? Ah, but there's the rub. Cunning manipulations all....or genuine turn towards the light? We may never know for sure. He's poisoned the well so thoroughly and inoculated himself against the trust of his fellow man. And that may be the greatest tragedy of all.

He too deserves to be Universal champion.

Sam looks back at the setting sun once more. The red is getting deeper, bloodier.

Two complicated men. One supreme prize. The evening redness in the West. Sun's goin' down.

And once again, towards the camera. Sam smiles.

What does the morning bring?

There is perfect silence and stillness for a while, and then the sound of hooting and applause shatters it.

Oh my GOD, man! HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!

Joachim Bright enters the scene, looking pumped.

How do you do that?! YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SOUND SO EPIC! Feel me! I have CHILLS!

He dances up to Sam, wrapping an arm around him in a quick side hug. Sam bristles. Sam Elliot doesn't hug. Joachim lets go.

That's why they pay me the big bucks young man. Speaking of which....

Oh, right!

Joachim claws around in his hoodie for a bit, before withdrawing a fat stack of cash. He drops it in Sam's hand.

That's more generous than we agreed on.

It's cool. It's Madison's money from her change jar. She won't miss it.

Sam's mighty mustache bristles with surprise as he counts the money and walks off camera. Jo sticks his hands in his hoodie pockets. The hoodie is unzipped revealing that he's wearing a black t-shirt underneath with an image of Batman passionately kissing Superman.

So I'm betting nobody was expecting to see me here. I asked around online and found out that usually the last promo for a big match like this features the man or lady who wants to win doing some epic blow off spectacle full of angry diatribes and ridiculously high production values. Just one problem with that...

...can't find Engy anywhere.

Jo shrugs.

By the by, calling him Engy is SUPER weird. Almost as bad as it would be calling him “Dad”. But yeah. He's not answering any calls. Hasn't been to the house since the whole “lie detector” thing. So....I guess the last promo is coming from...me? I also understand for the guy in the match to not cut the closing remarks is tantamount to sacrilege so I'm sorry but it looks like I'm the best we got. It could be worse. You could have got Madison screeching into the camera for, like, an hour.

Which she actually did. Funny story, you see the camera crew showed up at the house for Engy's last promo, thinking he would be there and rarin' to go. But no Engy. So Madison, whose Xanax shit the bed like a week ago because apparently you can get so angry it just SHUTS OFF decides to step up to the plate for him.

We all looked at each other and realized nothing good would come from that.

So the unfortunate bastard who drew the short straw is pretending to film her with a camera that isn't even on. She's blowing a goddamn incoherent gasket over this match and NOTHING IS RECORDING!

A thin smile slowly bursts into a torrent of laughter.

sssssnnnnnrrKKTTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

He holds his stomach as his contagious laughter spills out onto the airwaves. Once he resumes control he proceeds. In the background, the sky continues to get darker and darker and some of the automatic ranch lights start blinking on.

So why am I here? After all, I said before I hated the idea of people's every movement being broadcast and played out on a national stage. But I guess I felt like this just needed to be said, ya know? And before you jump to conclusions, I'm not just here to play cheerleader for Engy and harp on Caedus. I met Caedus. He's an interesting guy. Bigger in real life than he appears on screen. Nice guy. Maybe a LITTLE nuts, but isn't that true of ANYONE who's interesting? I won't be upset if he wins. He's earned it.

Plus, I think I've made it pretty clear that I don't trust Engy as far as I can throw him. He's a liar and a dick. Caedus had some real good points. BUT!

Jo narrows his eyes in contemplation, sticking his forefinger up in the air to place emphasis on what's incoming.

You know how sometimes it's what ISN'T said that screams the loudest? Yeah. Because when I was standing there and that camera crew was pulling up to the house, and Madison was blowing up Engy's phone wondering where the hell he was.....combine that with just how important these closing remarks usually are in these big money matches....I mean, he HAD to know he was ceding some serious ground, right?

And then I thought back to the lie detector test. Right at the end when I asked him if he respected Caedus and he said yes and it told him he was lying. I looked at his face. And I know...I KNOW..he's a great liar! I'm not THAT naive, ride this with me! But....I honest to God felt like he was legitimately shocked that he was lying. Like he seriously had no goddamn clue that he was lying. In fact, that he was even ANGRY at HIMSELF for it being a lie!

It's insane, isn't it?

So I'm askin' myself....is the guy really that good? Can he fake being that pissed off at the confirmation of a lie, even as all the rest of those results came back that he really wanted to be Caedus' friend?

I mean, if he CAN fake that. If he's REALLY that good. Then he might just be the scariest motherfucker on the planet. And if he wins, the XWF is in for probably the most unprecedented period of darkness it's ever had.

But I just don't think he's that good. What I do think is that The Engineer may just be one of the most DELUDED people on the planet. I think he's so broken that he truly doesn't know where truth ends and falsehood begins. So damaged that truth is not just simply a vague 5-letter word, but a word that doesn't even appear in his dictionary.

I think The Engineer, at the very core of his being....has no idea who he is or what he believes. I'll leave it up to you to decide if that makes him more or less dangerous. But it's prompted me to make a decision.

Hey Sam, can you bring it over now?

After a moment, Sam Eliot brings over a binder with a small phone book's worth of papers inside. The way it's being held, combined with the encroaching darkness, make it impossible to discern what's on the cover.

A guy like Engy, assuming everything I've said about him is true, needs direction. He needs HELP. Call me a sap if you have to. I get it. But I wanna make sure he gets the direction he needs before anyone else gets hurt.

Jo opens the binder and Sam bends over, offering his back as an impromptu desk. Jo obliges, placing it on his back. He pulls a pen out of one of the deep pockets of his sweater. Flipping to the final page in the series, he writes something. He then returns the pen to his pocket, and closes the binder shut. Sam stands up.

You really sure you wanna do that, kid?

It's already done.

We can finally see what's emblazoned on the front of the binder: XWF TALENT CONTRACT.

So sue me. I came around on the idea. But only because my dad needs...

Jo stops short. Sam looks at him knowingly. Jo, pinches his lips together, looking a tad annoyed, but then it passes.

....only because The Engineer needs someone to help him figure out who the hell he is and what the hell he's all about. Preferably before he plunges the XWF into the pit or somehow becomes a Senator and dooms the whole goddamn COUNTRY. It's a tall order to be sure. Not sure I'm up to it. But I gotta try. Because somebody once told me that was what being a hero was all about. Before showing me the 3-D replica of Engy's penis that he was going to incorporate into his promos.

Jo looks at Sam. Sam cocks his head and shrugs his shoulders. Jo holds the contract out in front of him, peering at it warily.

Mother of God what have I done....

ELSEWHERE....

The environment is quite a bit different this time. Before us is an ornate mahogany desk. Atop the desk is a paper which reads “Policy Proposals” across the top, followed by a series of numbered lines. The first 3 lines are filled out in childish scrawl in crayon. Some of the letters are backwards. The first line reads “FREE POKKET POOSAY”. The second line reads “GUNS DAT SHOT BULLITS WIF BEES INSYDE”. The third one says “LOTS OV PRETTI LADEEZ TOO SEX ENGY”.

UGGGHHHHHH HOW MANY MORE?!

A Pinkie Pie doll is pushed into view next to the piece of paper. The voice speaking just off camera mimics a feminine voice.

”I don't know Engy. But this is boring and it SUCKS! Doesn't Madison know we're angry at numbers?!”

A knock is heard, and the camera picks up to reveal a 20-something in blacks slacks, a white shirt, and an obnoxious red bow tie as he steps into the room. This asshole looks like he's was picked straight up out of a College Republicans recruitment pamphlet.

Sorry to interrupt Mr. Bright, but the door was ajar. Just wanted to let you know that another round of school shooting survivors is protesting outside, what should we do?

....da fuq?

...sir?

Where am I?

Are you ok sir?

Yeah I'm good. What do these little shits want now?

Complete removal of all guns everywhere.

The Engineer sits up at his desk and starts walking around it with a purpose towards the door.

Fuck that shit. Lemme at 'em.

The aide's eye is drawn to the Pinkie Pie doll on his boss' desk.

Hey, is that a My Little Pony? My little sister loves those!

Engy looks back at the pony on his desk, his eyes dissipating into a blank thousand yard stare.

I have no idea where the fuck that came from.

**BING!**

Well, at any rate sir, they're at the front of the building.

Engy's eyes linger on the doll for a moment before he pulls his attention away.

Let's roll.

They pass through the door, shutting it behind them. The shot fades out and then back into.....

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(OOC: Just wanted to say a few things. This is my last promo for this match. And I think it's my favorite. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Whether I get the win or not, I usually come through these big match situations feeling exhausted. But this one left me feeling excited like never before.

Thanks to everyone who read my work, and now that I'm done I hope to do some catch up reading everybody else's. Good luck to everyone. I hope to see everyone on the other side of Sunday. )]]> The shot opens on what is actually a pretty peaceful scene. We seem to be on a ranch somewhere, far removed from the hustle and bustle of urban life. The sky is taking on an orange hue, melting into the deep red of evening as the sun does it's final dance. A cow chews some cud to the left, and to the right a dusty plain with a tumbleweed rolling by right on cue. An old farm house rises up in the background, complete with a rooster weather vane pinwheeling in the light breeze.

Sam Elliot saunters into the shot.

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