<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Anarchy RP Board]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Wed, 02 Sep 2026 02:31:53 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Flying Solo]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50432 Tue, 01 Sep 2026 19:22:52 -0700 Oleandyr Reitan]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50432 https://docs.google.com/document/d/11cqU...p=drivesdk]]> https://docs.google.com/document/d/11cqU...p=drivesdk]]> <![CDATA[Too Fly For The Odds]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50431 Tue, 01 Sep 2026 08:49:42 -0700 KennyStyles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50431
The roar of jet engines cuts through the night sky over O’Hare International Airport as a sleek private jet descends toward the runway. Its landing lights illuminate the pavement before the aircraft touches down smoothly, tires screeching against the asphalt as it begins rolling toward the private terminal. Moments later, the jet comes to a stop.A small group of airport personnel and cameras wait nearby as the aircraft door remains closed for several seconds. Then, The door opens. A set of stairs is lowered onto the runway. The first thing to emerge is a pair of polished brown loafers. Then white pants, then a white tank top. Kenny Styles steps out of the aircraft. Kenny is dressed in a white tank top, fitted white pants, dark brown belt, expensive watch, gold chain around his neck, earrings catching the light, and dark sunglasses covering his eyes.



He slowly descends the stairs, one step at a time, completely composed. At the bottom, Kenny pauses.

KS: Two weeks ago I told you I wa showing to dazzle you and leav you speechless in my debut and I believe I did just that after I got an upset win over Bam Miller , but you see it wanst an upset to me because I always believed in my ability to steal the show and want the moment more.

Kenny pauses.


KS: I told Bam Miller I was willing to take whatever punishment he was able to bring down on me because I knew my spirit would never break. I respected Bam but I did not fear him and and fear nobody in the XWF or beyond. You see I’m on the road to being Iconic and I’m not letting anyone stop me from reaching that destination. I don’t care what your status is in this industry, it won’t phase me. You can call yourself Spoikrd because you used to getting your way but you won’t with me.


Kenny smirks.

KS: You can even be the son of a former GM with second generational status and it won’t phase me , you can even call yourself a Freak because you think you’re something we’ve never seen but know this even with all that stacked against me I’m still Too Fly to be denied my destiny.


Kenny shakes his head amused.


KS: I’m just saying Summer , Christmas ain’t here yet and from what I’ve seen your birthday not on September third , so you ain’t receiving any gifts at my expense to get your way. I ain’t Santa Clause and I ain’t your parents that put a silver spoon in your mouth.


Kenny alters his glasses.

KS: You want something from this match? You're gonna have to take it. And unfortunately for you, I'm standing right here in your path, You see, that's the difference between us. You expect the world to give you opportunities. I create mine. You expect people to recognize your name. I'm gonna make people remember mine.

Kenny pauses.

KS: Now Solomon you someone that’s actually got in the mud of the trenches and worked for what you’ve got and what a list of accomplishments you’ve done so far. You’ve got second generational status , been a Champion and even a Wat Games Captain.

Kenny smirks.

KS: The book of Solomon has been one hell of a story already written but unfortunately I’m not here to be another chapter in your book, I’m not here to add to your legacy I’m here to create mines by adding names like yours to my list of accomplishments. Because just like I told Bam I don’t care what you’ve done even though I respect it I ain’t intimidated by it.


Kenny pauses.

KS: Because you list of accolades and hardships won’t stop me from getting to the top. If anything it only motivates me more to face you , because where I want my name to end up I can’t get there by feasting on fishes, to be mention in the same names as the greats I gotta be ready to take on the best and I’m standing here looking you and the other two in your eye’s letting you know I’m ready for your best shot and I won’t blink.

Kenny pauses.


KS: I promise I don’t care about how crazy teb Freak Tommy Wish supposed to be , I’ve seen enough guys in this business build themselves up as unstable and dangerous because you’ve never know what they could do next and that attitude alone never got them legacy, and I get it Tommy you don’t really take it serious.

Kenny smirks.

KS: This is all just fun and games for you like a school yard bully with no real purpose. You just stick around the XWF because it’s something to do but you ain’t got no passion for this, you don’t have the drive to truly be great and that’s ok because not everyone can be in The Hall Of Legends, some folks just end up in alumni section and that’s a place you might be comfortable with but not me.

Kenny Pauses.

KS: See my legacy can’t be that I was just another name that came through XWF, my legacy can’t be I was some flash in the pan that had one moment.

Kenny pauses

KS: I said I came here to be Iconic , to be your Michael Jackson of pro wrestling and that ambition has not stopped or been fulfilled because of one match. Bam Miller was the beginning of my rise on Anarchy and now it’s three more names I’m going to step on to lift off into the domain of greats. This fatal four way isn’t just a match , it’s another showcase for me to display why I’m destined for something greater.

Kenny pauses.

KS: You three won’t be in the winning circle once the smoke clears , but give yourself a Pat on the back for helping usher in the Too Fly Era.

Kenny smirks as the scene ends.
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The roar of jet engines cuts through the night sky over O’Hare International Airport as a sleek private jet descends toward the runway. Its landing lights illuminate the pavement before the aircraft touches down smoothly, tires screeching against the asphalt as it begins rolling toward the private terminal. Moments later, the jet comes to a stop.A small group of airport personnel and cameras wait nearby as the aircraft door remains closed for several seconds. Then, The door opens. A set of stairs is lowered onto the runway. The first thing to emerge is a pair of polished brown loafers. Then white pants, then a white tank top. Kenny Styles steps out of the aircraft. Kenny is dressed in a white tank top, fitted white pants, dark brown belt, expensive watch, gold chain around his neck, earrings catching the light, and dark sunglasses covering his eyes.



He slowly descends the stairs, one step at a time, completely composed. At the bottom, Kenny pauses.

KS: Two weeks ago I told you I wa showing to dazzle you and leav you speechless in my debut and I believe I did just that after I got an upset win over Bam Miller , but you see it wanst an upset to me because I always believed in my ability to steal the show and want the moment more.

Kenny pauses.


KS: I told Bam Miller I was willing to take whatever punishment he was able to bring down on me because I knew my spirit would never break. I respected Bam but I did not fear him and and fear nobody in the XWF or beyond. You see I’m on the road to being Iconic and I’m not letting anyone stop me from reaching that destination. I don’t care what your status is in this industry, it won’t phase me. You can call yourself Spoikrd because you used to getting your way but you won’t with me.


Kenny smirks.

KS: You can even be the son of a former GM with second generational status and it won’t phase me , you can even call yourself a Freak because you think you’re something we’ve never seen but know this even with all that stacked against me I’m still Too Fly to be denied my destiny.


Kenny shakes his head amused.


KS: I’m just saying Summer , Christmas ain’t here yet and from what I’ve seen your birthday not on September third , so you ain’t receiving any gifts at my expense to get your way. I ain’t Santa Clause and I ain’t your parents that put a silver spoon in your mouth.


Kenny alters his glasses.

KS: You want something from this match? You're gonna have to take it. And unfortunately for you, I'm standing right here in your path, You see, that's the difference between us. You expect the world to give you opportunities. I create mine. You expect people to recognize your name. I'm gonna make people remember mine.

Kenny pauses.

KS: Now Solomon you someone that’s actually got in the mud of the trenches and worked for what you’ve got and what a list of accomplishments you’ve done so far. You’ve got second generational status , been a Champion and even a Wat Games Captain.

Kenny smirks.

KS: The book of Solomon has been one hell of a story already written but unfortunately I’m not here to be another chapter in your book, I’m not here to add to your legacy I’m here to create mines by adding names like yours to my list of accomplishments. Because just like I told Bam I don’t care what you’ve done even though I respect it I ain’t intimidated by it.


Kenny pauses.

KS: Because you list of accolades and hardships won’t stop me from getting to the top. If anything it only motivates me more to face you , because where I want my name to end up I can’t get there by feasting on fishes, to be mention in the same names as the greats I gotta be ready to take on the best and I’m standing here looking you and the other two in your eye’s letting you know I’m ready for your best shot and I won’t blink.

Kenny pauses.


KS: I promise I don’t care about how crazy teb Freak Tommy Wish supposed to be , I’ve seen enough guys in this business build themselves up as unstable and dangerous because you’ve never know what they could do next and that attitude alone never got them legacy, and I get it Tommy you don’t really take it serious.

Kenny smirks.

KS: This is all just fun and games for you like a school yard bully with no real purpose. You just stick around the XWF because it’s something to do but you ain’t got no passion for this, you don’t have the drive to truly be great and that’s ok because not everyone can be in The Hall Of Legends, some folks just end up in alumni section and that’s a place you might be comfortable with but not me.

Kenny Pauses.

KS: See my legacy can’t be that I was just another name that came through XWF, my legacy can’t be I was some flash in the pan that had one moment.

Kenny pauses

KS: I said I came here to be Iconic , to be your Michael Jackson of pro wrestling and that ambition has not stopped or been fulfilled because of one match. Bam Miller was the beginning of my rise on Anarchy and now it’s three more names I’m going to step on to lift off into the domain of greats. This fatal four way isn’t just a match , it’s another showcase for me to display why I’m destined for something greater.

Kenny pauses.

KS: You three won’t be in the winning circle once the smoke clears , but give yourself a Pat on the back for helping usher in the Too Fly Era.

Kenny smirks as the scene ends.
]]> <![CDATA[MONSTER]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50427 Mon, 31 Aug 2026 17:42:11 -0700 Vita Frickin Valenteen]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50427
A girl was kidnapped yesterday.

Vita spent most of the night looking for her.

Morning isn't far off when she ends up staring at the nastiest house on an already pretty nasty street. Chipped paint. Porch kinda sinking into itself. Bad roof.

She hears crying.

Little girl. Inside.

There's a man pacing.

Vita gets closer. Slowly, because charging through walls based on a hunch is generally frowned upon in the world of superheroing.

But then she smells blood.

"Okay... nope."



The window explodes and Vita comes through shoulder-first.

The guy spins and throws a punch before he knows what hit him. 

Good! 

Now she can honestly say he swung first.

Vita snatches his wrist and twists until something pops. He screams and somehow still elbows her in the eye.

He's probably going to regret that elbow...

"You kidnapped a child!"

He definitely regrets it after she punches him in the mouth, sending teeth scattering across the floor.

"And you hit like crap! ...Okay, that's not important, I'm just pissed!"

She drags him to the bedroom. The girl is tied to the bed. Bruised. Crying.

"You hit her?"

He tries to get away.

Wrong answer.

Vita's fangs come out. So does her foot, directly into his balls so hard he goes through the wall.

Vita checks on the girl.

FLASH!


"Oh, COME ON!"

Cameras.









Twenty minutes later, the girl is safe.

Two hours later, Vita Valenteen is a threat to America.

Controversy tonight after professional wrestler and admitted vampire Vita Valenteen viciously assaults—


[Image: c89fb93a51a85cc04eb2bfbbc151c8b48590585e-1500x1000.gif]

—described a substantial amount of blood at the scene—


[Image: c89fb93a51a85cc04eb2bfbbc151c8b48590585e-1500x1000.gif]

—what could happen should Valenteen ever taste human blood—


[Image: c89fb93a51a85cc04eb2bfbbc151c8b48590585e-1500x1000.gif]

—if someone with predatory instincts should really be involving herself in situations where children are—

"OH COME ON!"

[Image: 1581122585-1580886050-tv-turning-off-1.gif]

"I TOTALLY SAVED HER!"

The dryer buzzes.

"Don't start..."

A few minutes later Vita is sitting on the laundry room floor folding towels because apparently death doesn't get you out of chores.

"I didn't bite him. I didn't drink anything. I saved the girl! She's home! Everybody should be happy!"

Towel gets tossed into the basket.

"But nope. Monster."

That's always where it ends up.

Vita became a superhero because of Ruby. But Ruby never told her to become Ruby.

Ruby knew Vita before the fangs. Knew about all the stupid, angry crap in her past. 

Ruby just wanted her to make better choices.

And seriously, it's 2026. Kristoffer Arroyo drinks blood ON CAMERA and people still buy his shirts.

"He doesn't even TRY!"

Vita throws another towel down.

"So fine. I'm a vampire. Whatever. I don't eat people. Pigeons? Sure. Possums? Unfortunately. My diet's all pests and vermin..."

And somehow that makes her think of Oz.

"Oh.

Wait.

OH!

Oz!

Dude!

I've been getting mad because people see my teeth and decide monster no matter what I do, but we kinda got that in common!

One look at Mister Oz and everybody see's a monster. You're huge. You hit like a truck. Then you start flying around and it's like... dude, pick a frickin' lane.

And I'm saying that as a compliment!

You've won stuff. You've been here forever and fought almost everybody. I would be lying if I said seeing your name across from mine didn't make me go, 'Oh crap.'

But!!

Then you start talking and it somehow makes you less scary...

You called yourself one of XWF's top performers, which okay, cool, but then YOU said you're probably never winning the Universal Championship.

Why would you say that!?

No, seriously.

I'd understand if I said it.

I'm trying to beat you!

You're saying it about YOURSELF!

If I had your body, all that experience, all those belts and all your money... actually, forget the money. That probably doesn't help wrestling.

Unless you bribe the referee.

Don't do that!

Point is!!

Why aren't you mad!?

I'd be furious!

Instead you have this whole thing where wins and losses take a backseat to how much you hurt people.

Also!! 

You said it wouldn't matter if somebody beat you fifteen times.

Fifteen!

Oz, buddy, they own you at that point.

You also said people pay attention to your reputation and your presence.

And I guess they do...

I just don't know why you're so content with that.

You lose? Well, at least they were scared.

Kinda sounds like the Billion Dollar Championship. You made your own belt, controlled when it was on the line, and somehow even lost THAT. So yeah, I gotta wonder if 'scary' is just the new consolation prize?

And I'm not calling you fake!

NO WAY!!

You really are dangerous!

Meathooks of Horror is probably going to SUUUCK!

I'm gonna bleed. Probably a lot. You might throw me around like I weigh nothing and I'll spend the next week wondering what the hell I was thinking coming back for this crap.

And heck yeah I'm scared!

Just... not the way you want me to be.

I'm scared of the blood.

Mine. Yours. Doesn't matter.

I'm scared something clicks in my head and I stop being me long enough that I do something I'll regret.

That's real fear.

You?

You're just a wrestler.

A really big one, granted...

But I have something you lack. 

I CARE if I win!

Somewhere along the way you got really, really comfortable being the guy nobody wants to fight.

I wanna know why you're not the guy nobody beats!

Maybe you'll show me?

Maybe you'll hang me on one of those hooks and I'll go, 'Yep. Okay. THAT'S why.'

But you gotta DO it first!

I don't think you're a monster because of your looks or rep.

Would be kinda hypocritical for me to think so, wouldn't it?

She shrugs.

"But on the outside. To everyone else. I guess we're both monsters... 

But!!

We should TOTALLY both be judged on what we DO!

So! Enough with you telling us how scary Mister Oz is!

Time for you to SHOW ME!"]]>
A girl was kidnapped yesterday.

Vita spent most of the night looking for her.

Morning isn't far off when she ends up staring at the nastiest house on an already pretty nasty street. Chipped paint. Porch kinda sinking into itself. Bad roof.

She hears crying.

Little girl. Inside.

There's a man pacing.

Vita gets closer. Slowly, because charging through walls based on a hunch is generally frowned upon in the world of superheroing.

But then she smells blood.

"Okay... nope."



The window explodes and Vita comes through shoulder-first.

The guy spins and throws a punch before he knows what hit him. 

Good! 

Now she can honestly say he swung first.

Vita snatches his wrist and twists until something pops. He screams and somehow still elbows her in the eye.

He's probably going to regret that elbow...

"You kidnapped a child!"

He definitely regrets it after she punches him in the mouth, sending teeth scattering across the floor.

"And you hit like crap! ...Okay, that's not important, I'm just pissed!"

She drags him to the bedroom. The girl is tied to the bed. Bruised. Crying.

"You hit her?"

He tries to get away.

Wrong answer.

Vita's fangs come out. So does her foot, directly into his balls so hard he goes through the wall.

Vita checks on the girl.

FLASH!


"Oh, COME ON!"

Cameras.









Twenty minutes later, the girl is safe.

Two hours later, Vita Valenteen is a threat to America.

Controversy tonight after professional wrestler and admitted vampire Vita Valenteen viciously assaults—


[Image: c89fb93a51a85cc04eb2bfbbc151c8b48590585e-1500x1000.gif]

—described a substantial amount of blood at the scene—


[Image: c89fb93a51a85cc04eb2bfbbc151c8b48590585e-1500x1000.gif]

—what could happen should Valenteen ever taste human blood—


[Image: c89fb93a51a85cc04eb2bfbbc151c8b48590585e-1500x1000.gif]

—if someone with predatory instincts should really be involving herself in situations where children are—

"OH COME ON!"

[Image: 1581122585-1580886050-tv-turning-off-1.gif]

"I TOTALLY SAVED HER!"

The dryer buzzes.

"Don't start..."

A few minutes later Vita is sitting on the laundry room floor folding towels because apparently death doesn't get you out of chores.

"I didn't bite him. I didn't drink anything. I saved the girl! She's home! Everybody should be happy!"

Towel gets tossed into the basket.

"But nope. Monster."

That's always where it ends up.

Vita became a superhero because of Ruby. But Ruby never told her to become Ruby.

Ruby knew Vita before the fangs. Knew about all the stupid, angry crap in her past. 

Ruby just wanted her to make better choices.

And seriously, it's 2026. Kristoffer Arroyo drinks blood ON CAMERA and people still buy his shirts.

"He doesn't even TRY!"

Vita throws another towel down.

"So fine. I'm a vampire. Whatever. I don't eat people. Pigeons? Sure. Possums? Unfortunately. My diet's all pests and vermin..."

And somehow that makes her think of Oz.

"Oh.

Wait.

OH!

Oz!

Dude!

I've been getting mad because people see my teeth and decide monster no matter what I do, but we kinda got that in common!

One look at Mister Oz and everybody see's a monster. You're huge. You hit like a truck. Then you start flying around and it's like... dude, pick a frickin' lane.

And I'm saying that as a compliment!

You've won stuff. You've been here forever and fought almost everybody. I would be lying if I said seeing your name across from mine didn't make me go, 'Oh crap.'

But!!

Then you start talking and it somehow makes you less scary...

You called yourself one of XWF's top performers, which okay, cool, but then YOU said you're probably never winning the Universal Championship.

Why would you say that!?

No, seriously.

I'd understand if I said it.

I'm trying to beat you!

You're saying it about YOURSELF!

If I had your body, all that experience, all those belts and all your money... actually, forget the money. That probably doesn't help wrestling.

Unless you bribe the referee.

Don't do that!

Point is!!

Why aren't you mad!?

I'd be furious!

Instead you have this whole thing where wins and losses take a backseat to how much you hurt people.

Also!! 

You said it wouldn't matter if somebody beat you fifteen times.

Fifteen!

Oz, buddy, they own you at that point.

You also said people pay attention to your reputation and your presence.

And I guess they do...

I just don't know why you're so content with that.

You lose? Well, at least they were scared.

Kinda sounds like the Billion Dollar Championship. You made your own belt, controlled when it was on the line, and somehow even lost THAT. So yeah, I gotta wonder if 'scary' is just the new consolation prize?

And I'm not calling you fake!

NO WAY!!

You really are dangerous!

Meathooks of Horror is probably going to SUUUCK!

I'm gonna bleed. Probably a lot. You might throw me around like I weigh nothing and I'll spend the next week wondering what the hell I was thinking coming back for this crap.

And heck yeah I'm scared!

Just... not the way you want me to be.

I'm scared of the blood.

Mine. Yours. Doesn't matter.

I'm scared something clicks in my head and I stop being me long enough that I do something I'll regret.

That's real fear.

You?

You're just a wrestler.

A really big one, granted...

But I have something you lack. 

I CARE if I win!

Somewhere along the way you got really, really comfortable being the guy nobody wants to fight.

I wanna know why you're not the guy nobody beats!

Maybe you'll show me?

Maybe you'll hang me on one of those hooks and I'll go, 'Yep. Okay. THAT'S why.'

But you gotta DO it first!

I don't think you're a monster because of your looks or rep.

Would be kinda hypocritical for me to think so, wouldn't it?

She shrugs.

"But on the outside. To everyone else. I guess we're both monsters... 

But!!

We should TOTALLY both be judged on what we DO!

So! Enough with you telling us how scary Mister Oz is!

Time for you to SHOW ME!"]]> <![CDATA[The Office:XWF HR Dept Edition Part Deux]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50426 Sun, 30 Aug 2026 17:33:51 -0700 SummerPage]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50426
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Word Count-1000]]> <![CDATA[Main Event of the Edgecrusher]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50423 Sun, 30 Aug 2026 15:38:13 -0700 Jeffrye421]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50423 MAIN EVENT MC EDGECRUSHER
The camera pulls back, showing us the words are written on poster board taped to a wall. Main Event MC EC sits proudly at a folding table in the studio of "Akron Community Access Channel 17." Behind him hangs a green screen displaying a slightly blurry photograph of the Pro Football Hall of Fame. An elderly lady sits next to him. 

Host: Welcome back to "Good Morning, Akron!" I'm joined now by a local professional wrestler...

MEMC EC: That's MAIN EVENT professional wrestler.

Host: Yes, MC Edgecrusher, who apparently has a wrestling bout this week.

MEMC Edgecrusher pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on as he speaks.

MEMC EC: Not a bout, Linda, a MAIN EVENT MATCH!

Host: My name's Carol.

MEMC EC: That's what I said, Gladys.

She looks down at her notes.

Carol: It says here you're facing Mister Ounce in something called a Gauntlet Match?

Main Event MC Edgecrusher waves her off dismissively.

MEMC EC: I'm not here to talk about my opponent, Dr. Oz. That guy is just trying to use me to further his political career, so I won't give him what he wants. Instead, I'm here to talk about what everybody in America really wants to hear about... ME!

Carol: We're only broadcast in Summit County.

MEMC EC: And that's where it all starts! Word Life.


*****



MAIN EVENT MC EDGECRUSHER

The sign is now taped to the front of a table inside a mostly empty bowling alley. Another handwritten sign is taped beside it.


MEET XWF MAIN EVENT MC EDGECRUSHER
AUTOGRAPHS - $20
PHOTOS - $35
BOTH - $60


An oily-faced teenager looks at the sign.

Teen: Wouldn't buying them separately be fifty-five?

MEMC Edgecrusher looks at his sign.

MEMC EC: Main Event prices, dawg.

The teen laughs and walks away as MEMC EC calls out to him.

MEMC EC: I'LL DO FORTY!

The kid keeps walking.

MEMC EC: Thirty-five and I'll follow you on MySpace!



*****



A flashbulb lights up Big Al's Quality Pre-Owned Kia of Mentor. Main Event MC Edgecrusher poses in front of a hard-ridden Kia. 

Salesman: We're very excited to have a pro wrestling superstar here at Big Al's, where we sell only the finest quality pre-owned vehicles.

MEMC EC: Main Event superstar.

Salesman: Right. 

Then MC Edgecrusher...

MEMC EC: Main Event.

Then Main Event MC Edgecrusher runs his hand over the hood of the car. Chips of paint flake off into his palm.

MEMC EC: This the kinda ride you hook thug celebrities up with?

Salesman: That's a 2014 Kia Optima. Only 500k miles. Runs like a dream.

MEMC EC nods.

MEMC EC: Leather?

Salesman: Cloth.

MEMC EC: Sunroof?

Salesman: No.

MEMC EC: Bluetooth?

Salesman: Sometimes.

The Edgecrusher looks impressed.

MEMC EC: I'll have my people call your people.

Salesman: You came alone.

MEMC EC: They busy.



*****



Another autograph table. This time, it's inside a mostly empty laundromat. Main Event MC Edgecrusher checks his watch. A woman carrying a basket of towels enters the building and approaches. The Edgecrusher grabs his trusted Sharpie.

MEMC EC: Who do I make this out to?

She walks past him and puts her towels into the dryer directly behind him. MEMC EC puts the cap back on his Sharpie and turns toward the lady.

MEMC EC: Ten bucks and I'll watch your dryer for you, make sure nobody messes with your towels.

Lady: No thanks, I'm sure they'll be fine.

The Edgecrusher starts to turn back but stops.

MEMC EC: Five bucks, I'll fold your towels.

Lady: No thanks, I'll be okay doing it myself.

She makes sure to find a seat as far away from the Main Eventer as possible.

MEMC EC: Hope she gets static cling.



*****



Another TV studio, this one somehow cheaper looking than the first. A banner across the wall reads:

NORTHEAST OHIO SPORTS CHAT

The host, a balding middle-aged man in a cheap gray suit, looks directly into the camera.

Host: We're back with XWF wrestler MC Edgecrusher. Edgecrusher, Mister Oz...

MEMC EC: It's Main Event MC Edgecrusher. And before we get into all that, Chuck, I wanna announce that Main Event MC Edgecrusher is currently accepting endorsement opportunities. Shirts. Shoes. Energy drinks. Condoms. Breakfast cereals. Male enhancement. Female enhancement. I don't discriminate as long as the checks clear.

Steve: Have you actually prepared for your match against Mr. Oz?

The Edgecrusher just stares at him.

MEMC EC: I've been busy doing media all week.

Steve: That's not training.

MEMC EC: Tell that to The Rock!

Steve: You're not The Rock.

MEMC EC: Not with that attitude.



*****



Nighttime, minutes before the start of Anarchy. MEMC Edgecrusher steps out of his rented limousine. The limousine is an ancient model that has seen better days. It was most commonly used to shuttle teens to and from prom and comes complete with mystery stains on the seats. He is on his cellphone pretending to talk to somebody important.

MEMC EC: Naw, naw, naw. Tell 'em I can't, dawg. I'm booked solid all month.

He listens.

MEMC EC: I understand it's important. You'll just have to tell that Make-A-Wish kid he's gonna have to wait a little longer.

He listens again.

MEMC EC: Tell them MAIN EVENT EC has obligations.

He pretends to hang up as a homeless man with a toy microphone runs up to him and questions him like a journalist.

Homeless Reporter: MAIN EVENT! MAIN EVENT! Over here!

Main Event MC Edgecrusher turns with a fake look of surprise.

Homeless Reporter: Any words about Mister Oz before your first XWF main event?

The Edgecrusher freezes.

MEMC EC: Wait... I didn't pay you to say that. Who?

Homeless Reporter: Your opponent, in that main event...

Still no response from the Main Eventer.

Homeless Reporter: The main event match tonight.

MEMC EC: Tonight?

Homeless Reporter: Tonight.

MEMC EC: And where is the show?

Homeless Reporter: Chicago.

MEMC EC: And we are...

Homeless Reporter: ...in Ohio.

MEMC EC: OH SHIT. DRIVER!

The Edgecrusher spins back toward his limo just as it starts to pull away.

MEMC EC: YO! WAIT, DAWG! I STILL GOT TWENTY MINUTES LEFT ON THAT RENTAL!

The limo vanishes around the corner as the Edgecrusher gives a half-hearted jog after it. He stops in the middle of the street and bends over, hands on his knees, already winded. The homeless man cautiously approaches him.

Homeless Reporter: So... Mister Oz?

The Edgecrusher struggles to catch his breath. He raises a single finger.

MEMC EC: Dr. Oz...

He takes a deep breath.

MEMC EC: ...is about to learn...

Another deep breath.

MEMC EC: ...why they call me...

He wheezes.

MEMC EC: ...Main Event.

The Edgecrusher looks around.

MEMC EC: Which way is Chicago?

The homeless man randomly points down the road.

Homeless Reporter: That way?

Main Event MC Edgecrusher starts jogging in that direction but stops and turns back to the homeless man.

MEMC EC: You want an autograph?

Homeless Reporter: No, I want the money you said you would pay me.

The scene fades out as the homeless man begins chasing after the already exhausted Edgecrusher, wanting his money.]]> MAIN EVENT MC EDGECRUSHER
The camera pulls back, showing us the words are written on poster board taped to a wall. Main Event MC EC sits proudly at a folding table in the studio of "Akron Community Access Channel 17." Behind him hangs a green screen displaying a slightly blurry photograph of the Pro Football Hall of Fame. An elderly lady sits next to him. 

Host: Welcome back to "Good Morning, Akron!" I'm joined now by a local professional wrestler...

MEMC EC: That's MAIN EVENT professional wrestler.

Host: Yes, MC Edgecrusher, who apparently has a wrestling bout this week.

MEMC Edgecrusher pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on as he speaks.

MEMC EC: Not a bout, Linda, a MAIN EVENT MATCH!

Host: My name's Carol.

MEMC EC: That's what I said, Gladys.

She looks down at her notes.

Carol: It says here you're facing Mister Ounce in something called a Gauntlet Match?

Main Event MC Edgecrusher waves her off dismissively.

MEMC EC: I'm not here to talk about my opponent, Dr. Oz. That guy is just trying to use me to further his political career, so I won't give him what he wants. Instead, I'm here to talk about what everybody in America really wants to hear about... ME!

Carol: We're only broadcast in Summit County.

MEMC EC: And that's where it all starts! Word Life.


*****



MAIN EVENT MC EDGECRUSHER

The sign is now taped to the front of a table inside a mostly empty bowling alley. Another handwritten sign is taped beside it.


MEET XWF MAIN EVENT MC EDGECRUSHER
AUTOGRAPHS - $20
PHOTOS - $35
BOTH - $60


An oily-faced teenager looks at the sign.

Teen: Wouldn't buying them separately be fifty-five?

MEMC Edgecrusher looks at his sign.

MEMC EC: Main Event prices, dawg.

The teen laughs and walks away as MEMC EC calls out to him.

MEMC EC: I'LL DO FORTY!

The kid keeps walking.

MEMC EC: Thirty-five and I'll follow you on MySpace!



*****



A flashbulb lights up Big Al's Quality Pre-Owned Kia of Mentor. Main Event MC Edgecrusher poses in front of a hard-ridden Kia. 

Salesman: We're very excited to have a pro wrestling superstar here at Big Al's, where we sell only the finest quality pre-owned vehicles.

MEMC EC: Main Event superstar.

Salesman: Right. 

Then MC Edgecrusher...

MEMC EC: Main Event.

Then Main Event MC Edgecrusher runs his hand over the hood of the car. Chips of paint flake off into his palm.

MEMC EC: This the kinda ride you hook thug celebrities up with?

Salesman: That's a 2014 Kia Optima. Only 500k miles. Runs like a dream.

MEMC EC nods.

MEMC EC: Leather?

Salesman: Cloth.

MEMC EC: Sunroof?

Salesman: No.

MEMC EC: Bluetooth?

Salesman: Sometimes.

The Edgecrusher looks impressed.

MEMC EC: I'll have my people call your people.

Salesman: You came alone.

MEMC EC: They busy.



*****



Another autograph table. This time, it's inside a mostly empty laundromat. Main Event MC Edgecrusher checks his watch. A woman carrying a basket of towels enters the building and approaches. The Edgecrusher grabs his trusted Sharpie.

MEMC EC: Who do I make this out to?

She walks past him and puts her towels into the dryer directly behind him. MEMC EC puts the cap back on his Sharpie and turns toward the lady.

MEMC EC: Ten bucks and I'll watch your dryer for you, make sure nobody messes with your towels.

Lady: No thanks, I'm sure they'll be fine.

The Edgecrusher starts to turn back but stops.

MEMC EC: Five bucks, I'll fold your towels.

Lady: No thanks, I'll be okay doing it myself.

She makes sure to find a seat as far away from the Main Eventer as possible.

MEMC EC: Hope she gets static cling.



*****



Another TV studio, this one somehow cheaper looking than the first. A banner across the wall reads:

NORTHEAST OHIO SPORTS CHAT

The host, a balding middle-aged man in a cheap gray suit, looks directly into the camera.

Host: We're back with XWF wrestler MC Edgecrusher. Edgecrusher, Mister Oz...

MEMC EC: It's Main Event MC Edgecrusher. And before we get into all that, Chuck, I wanna announce that Main Event MC Edgecrusher is currently accepting endorsement opportunities. Shirts. Shoes. Energy drinks. Condoms. Breakfast cereals. Male enhancement. Female enhancement. I don't discriminate as long as the checks clear.

Steve: Have you actually prepared for your match against Mr. Oz?

The Edgecrusher just stares at him.

MEMC EC: I've been busy doing media all week.

Steve: That's not training.

MEMC EC: Tell that to The Rock!

Steve: You're not The Rock.

MEMC EC: Not with that attitude.



*****



Nighttime, minutes before the start of Anarchy. MEMC Edgecrusher steps out of his rented limousine. The limousine is an ancient model that has seen better days. It was most commonly used to shuttle teens to and from prom and comes complete with mystery stains on the seats. He is on his cellphone pretending to talk to somebody important.

MEMC EC: Naw, naw, naw. Tell 'em I can't, dawg. I'm booked solid all month.

He listens.

MEMC EC: I understand it's important. You'll just have to tell that Make-A-Wish kid he's gonna have to wait a little longer.

He listens again.

MEMC EC: Tell them MAIN EVENT EC has obligations.

He pretends to hang up as a homeless man with a toy microphone runs up to him and questions him like a journalist.

Homeless Reporter: MAIN EVENT! MAIN EVENT! Over here!

Main Event MC Edgecrusher turns with a fake look of surprise.

Homeless Reporter: Any words about Mister Oz before your first XWF main event?

The Edgecrusher freezes.

MEMC EC: Wait... I didn't pay you to say that. Who?

Homeless Reporter: Your opponent, in that main event...

Still no response from the Main Eventer.

Homeless Reporter: The main event match tonight.

MEMC EC: Tonight?

Homeless Reporter: Tonight.

MEMC EC: And where is the show?

Homeless Reporter: Chicago.

MEMC EC: And we are...

Homeless Reporter: ...in Ohio.

MEMC EC: OH SHIT. DRIVER!

The Edgecrusher spins back toward his limo just as it starts to pull away.

MEMC EC: YO! WAIT, DAWG! I STILL GOT TWENTY MINUTES LEFT ON THAT RENTAL!

The limo vanishes around the corner as the Edgecrusher gives a half-hearted jog after it. He stops in the middle of the street and bends over, hands on his knees, already winded. The homeless man cautiously approaches him.

Homeless Reporter: So... Mister Oz?

The Edgecrusher struggles to catch his breath. He raises a single finger.

MEMC EC: Dr. Oz...

He takes a deep breath.

MEMC EC: ...is about to learn...

Another deep breath.

MEMC EC: ...why they call me...

He wheezes.

MEMC EC: ...Main Event.

The Edgecrusher looks around.

MEMC EC: Which way is Chicago?

The homeless man randomly points down the road.

Homeless Reporter: That way?

Main Event MC Edgecrusher starts jogging in that direction but stops and turns back to the homeless man.

MEMC EC: You want an autograph?

Homeless Reporter: No, I want the money you said you would pay me.

The scene fades out as the homeless man begins chasing after the already exhausted Edgecrusher, wanting his money.]]> <![CDATA[Legend of Jordan]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50414 Sat, 29 Aug 2026 18:33:37 -0700 johnathan]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50414 The XWF is always exciting for both XWF Fans and Superstars alike, especially for
one John Blade, who gets to meet fans from all over the country before The Greatest show of
them all. The new member of Thursday Night Anarchy is just about to face a very small group
of people that look very happy to see him, and Blade himself looks very happy to see his fans
as well, just as his huge smile shows. Quickly, a small girl runs over to him, quickly followed
by her mother, fully decked out in Blade's most recent baby green attire and a picture of Blade in his
hands.
XWF Fans #1. A little Girl: John! John, may I get your autograph!?
Chain gang| John Blade: Of course, little Girl', what's your name?
XWF Fan #1 . A little Girl:  Molly
Blade smiles and gets on one knee in front of the kid as he takes a pen from his back pocket to
sign the kid's picture.
Molly, a little Girl. I really hope that you win Thursday!
Chain Gang| John Blade: I'm not sure how that works out, kid. Jordan Penn and I will be fighting
each other, but I can promise you Jordan Penn ain't the one winnin', how about that?
The girl looks in deep thought for a moment before smiling and nodding his head.
Molly, a little girl: Yeah, I'd like that!
Chain Gang| John Blade: Here you go, Molly!
Blade passes the picture back to the boy and shakes his hand. making the girl smile wider as she
runs back to her mother. Blade gets back up to his feet and looks around.
Chain Gang| John Blade: Alright boys and girls, who's next?
Within seconds, Blade gets surrounded by more XWF fans who want his autograph, or even just the
chance to speak to him. But soon everyone's mood turns our When Steven McKnight's
voice cuts
through the noise.
But Blade, however, looks angry at Jordan Penn's words.
Chain Gang| John Blade: How typical of you, Jordan Penn. You can't see anyone happy; you just
had to come and ruin everyone's mood, didn't you? Y'see, this is why you're Stupid! You claim you
deserve that, but you don't respect anyone else.
But yourself, you really want to learn about respect; it ain't yours to give, it's earned... so if you
wanna be respected by the XWF Universe,
if you want them to stop consider you the kind of a man you say you are...
how about you show some respect first? How about stop talkin' trash about adults that have never
done anythin' to you? how about you look at these
men who came here to enjoy the littlest Revolution to date without havin' to worry
about you runnin' your mouth about them and leave them alone?
That was gathered around Blade shows their displeasure about Penn's words. Blade himself still
doesn't look happy about it either.
Chain GangJohn Blade: Don't worry, Jordan Penn, I know exactly what people think about me.
People that sit behind their desk arguing about how '' John Blade is once again at the top'' but
it's not just me; the name John Blade can be easily replaced by names like Robert Saints, Kimberly McKnight
and More to come. But those people don't matter to me; I respect them, but I don't like them. What really Penn
matters are those ones that come to these Shows, week in, week out, cheerin', not only my name, but
everyone's names without fearin' any sort of consequences! Don't people like me? That's fine by
me,  but nothin's gonna stop me from comin' out there
and doin' it for them, 'cos I wouldn't have it any other way.
Blade looks down at one man when he continues talking
Chain gang| John Blade: you've seen how Steven McKnight acts around here, haven't you?
And I don't see eye to eye, and I've gotta tell ya, there have been times where I've feared for
our future as you, Jordan Penn, 'cos there's no hidin' it, Jordan Penn; they hate my guts!
But in the end, McKnight has busted it our asses to,
not only to win my First Blade Championship match but to keep them as well! But I can see why you're upset with
me cause I joined Thursday Night Anarchy, but I can't say,
however, is that jealousy looks good on ya.
Chain gang| John Blade: And here we go again! here you go talkin' about how one of us
are the most hard workin' men in ECWF is gettin'
everythin' handed to them on a blue platter. y'know somethin', Jordan Penn? this discussion is over; it's
clear that I can't say anythin' that is goin' to convince you all otherwise... so how about I let my
actions do the talkin'? I've been ITCHIN' to lay my hands on you; I barely even know you for weeks! just can't wait for that
to happen... and do you know what else i can't wait? I can't wait to beat your ass and wait to hear
what kind of excuses you'll be comin'
up with next! Like I don't know, put your whaca call'em at Revolution
'Cos if I beat you... no, when I beat you, you'll put your thingy on the line against an old member of Anarchy The Chain Gang, John Blade. At Thursday Anarchy, but you can't say it
wasn't hard work and dedication. Now, if you don't mind, I've got
matters to attend to.
Blade starts to turn around to the fans,
Chain gang| John Blade: Alright, let's pretend that didn't happen! The day has only just started!
The smile returns to Blade's face with ease as he looks at the cheering group of fans and within
seconds he's surrounded by everyone again, almost as if a confrontation between himself and Steven McKnight
has never happened.
]]> The XWF is always exciting for both XWF Fans and Superstars alike, especially for
one John Blade, who gets to meet fans from all over the country before The Greatest show of
them all. The new member of Thursday Night Anarchy is just about to face a very small group
of people that look very happy to see him, and Blade himself looks very happy to see his fans
as well, just as his huge smile shows. Quickly, a small girl runs over to him, quickly followed
by her mother, fully decked out in Blade's most recent baby green attire and a picture of Blade in his
hands.
XWF Fans #1. A little Girl: John! John, may I get your autograph!?
Chain gang| John Blade: Of course, little Girl', what's your name?
XWF Fan #1 . A little Girl:  Molly
Blade smiles and gets on one knee in front of the kid as he takes a pen from his back pocket to
sign the kid's picture.
Molly, a little Girl. I really hope that you win Thursday!
Chain Gang| John Blade: I'm not sure how that works out, kid. Jordan Penn and I will be fighting
each other, but I can promise you Jordan Penn ain't the one winnin', how about that?
The girl looks in deep thought for a moment before smiling and nodding his head.
Molly, a little girl: Yeah, I'd like that!
Chain Gang| John Blade: Here you go, Molly!
Blade passes the picture back to the boy and shakes his hand. making the girl smile wider as she
runs back to her mother. Blade gets back up to his feet and looks around.
Chain Gang| John Blade: Alright boys and girls, who's next?
Within seconds, Blade gets surrounded by more XWF fans who want his autograph, or even just the
chance to speak to him. But soon everyone's mood turns our When Steven McKnight's
voice cuts
through the noise.
But Blade, however, looks angry at Jordan Penn's words.
Chain Gang| John Blade: How typical of you, Jordan Penn. You can't see anyone happy; you just
had to come and ruin everyone's mood, didn't you? Y'see, this is why you're Stupid! You claim you
deserve that, but you don't respect anyone else.
But yourself, you really want to learn about respect; it ain't yours to give, it's earned... so if you
wanna be respected by the XWF Universe,
if you want them to stop consider you the kind of a man you say you are...
how about you show some respect first? How about stop talkin' trash about adults that have never
done anythin' to you? how about you look at these
men who came here to enjoy the littlest Revolution to date without havin' to worry
about you runnin' your mouth about them and leave them alone?
That was gathered around Blade shows their displeasure about Penn's words. Blade himself still
doesn't look happy about it either.
Chain GangJohn Blade: Don't worry, Jordan Penn, I know exactly what people think about me.
People that sit behind their desk arguing about how '' John Blade is once again at the top'' but
it's not just me; the name John Blade can be easily replaced by names like Robert Saints, Kimberly McKnight
and More to come. But those people don't matter to me; I respect them, but I don't like them. What really Penn
matters are those ones that come to these Shows, week in, week out, cheerin', not only my name, but
everyone's names without fearin' any sort of consequences! Don't people like me? That's fine by
me,  but nothin's gonna stop me from comin' out there
and doin' it for them, 'cos I wouldn't have it any other way.
Blade looks down at one man when he continues talking
Chain gang| John Blade: you've seen how Steven McKnight acts around here, haven't you?
And I don't see eye to eye, and I've gotta tell ya, there have been times where I've feared for
our future as you, Jordan Penn, 'cos there's no hidin' it, Jordan Penn; they hate my guts!
But in the end, McKnight has busted it our asses to,
not only to win my First Blade Championship match but to keep them as well! But I can see why you're upset with
me cause I joined Thursday Night Anarchy, but I can't say,
however, is that jealousy looks good on ya.
Chain gang| John Blade: And here we go again! here you go talkin' about how one of us
are the most hard workin' men in ECWF is gettin'
everythin' handed to them on a blue platter. y'know somethin', Jordan Penn? this discussion is over; it's
clear that I can't say anythin' that is goin' to convince you all otherwise... so how about I let my
actions do the talkin'? I've been ITCHIN' to lay my hands on you; I barely even know you for weeks! just can't wait for that
to happen... and do you know what else i can't wait? I can't wait to beat your ass and wait to hear
what kind of excuses you'll be comin'
up with next! Like I don't know, put your whaca call'em at Revolution
'Cos if I beat you... no, when I beat you, you'll put your thingy on the line against an old member of Anarchy The Chain Gang, John Blade. At Thursday Anarchy, but you can't say it
wasn't hard work and dedication. Now, if you don't mind, I've got
matters to attend to.
Blade starts to turn around to the fans,
Chain gang| John Blade: Alright, let's pretend that didn't happen! The day has only just started!
The smile returns to Blade's face with ease as he looks at the cheering group of fans and within
seconds he's surrounded by everyone again, almost as if a confrontation between himself and Steven McKnight
has never happened.
]]> <![CDATA["somber" promo]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50409 Thu, 27 Aug 2026 19:14:48 -0700 Tommy Wish]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50409 [We see a disclaimer on the screen.]

Dolly Parton

Sunrise: 1946

Sunset: 2025

[Then it shows a somber Tommy in a suit, hair tied, groomed bear standing in front of the XWF logo.]

T: Welcome to this promo, why am I doing this? Why so somber?...simple, Dolly Fuckin Parton, her voice and her words, her influence in the game. I remember growing up in Texas, where my great grandmother Bertha was once close with Dolly. I still remember her coming to my 10th birthday party, her busting out that guitar and i was singing like a hummingbird, which is why gravitated towards country, all cow boy and shit… but, that got played out and got into hip hop and rock, but still had Dolly’s records stashed somewhere in Bertha’s storage.

But in reality, this was unexpected, and I wasn't thinking about coming to a windy city like this. To be honest, once I had that phone call from the higher ups or in this case shorter ups so to speak, i was booked. I was booked into a match that had three people in it, I guess I'm not too worthy of a shot at the nepo blade sword, or being tossed in as a last minute replacement for Mr Oz’s triple decker gauntlet matches.

I could have stayed my ass home in Brooklyn, and sobbing over a death of a beloved singer with the boba boobies, but something inside of me told me to not do that, because its not easy working to a 9a to 5pm, or having a Jolene type of person asking why aren’t you in the studio or touring?.... Shit like that, so i guess i have no choice to be the final piece in an already maze’d up match. I know those three poor souls have no idea what they are up against, because you see my friends after last week, i decided to rebirth my odd alter ego Tha Freak, who isn’t here this evening since he had a “date” to tend to, so im speaking on behalf of it.

Taking on Summer Page, Kenny Styles, and Solomon Kline is going to be very fun for him to deal with in that ring, they will feel what pain is, and he will NOT show mercy. Oh no, if he could fuck up Mr. Oz then what makes things different this time around?

Oh I don't know, it's a free for all, where someone is going to get the gas face of defeat, and if you don’t know what that means checkout 3rd Bass Gas Face, and you’ll be hip to the lingo. Old song, but it has a point. Just like the Tha Freak has a point to destroy those three poor souls, and maybe have one them suffer A Fetish Lock or two, and he surely doesn’t need to be the next Perc Angle to go above and beyond in a simplistic match like this.


Tha Freak has one message he would like to proclaim…

[Static appears, and in grainy footage, we see Tha Freak getting head from a Dolly Parton Drag Queen in the locker room. He shooed the camera away, as it cuts back to Tommy who chuckles a bit]

T: Well, nevermind… but if I HAD to speak on behalf of him…..


Y’ALL ARE GONNA FEEL PAIN AND LAY RIGHT NEXT TO DOLLY PARTON’S GRAVE SITE….IT DONT MATTER WHO SURVIVES BECAUSE I WILL BE THE LAST ONE STANDING..GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


[Then the promo abruptly cuts to a photo of Dolly Parton, then it simply fades to black.]]]> [We see a disclaimer on the screen.]

Dolly Parton

Sunrise: 1946

Sunset: 2025

[Then it shows a somber Tommy in a suit, hair tied, groomed bear standing in front of the XWF logo.]

T: Welcome to this promo, why am I doing this? Why so somber?...simple, Dolly Fuckin Parton, her voice and her words, her influence in the game. I remember growing up in Texas, where my great grandmother Bertha was once close with Dolly. I still remember her coming to my 10th birthday party, her busting out that guitar and i was singing like a hummingbird, which is why gravitated towards country, all cow boy and shit… but, that got played out and got into hip hop and rock, but still had Dolly’s records stashed somewhere in Bertha’s storage.

But in reality, this was unexpected, and I wasn't thinking about coming to a windy city like this. To be honest, once I had that phone call from the higher ups or in this case shorter ups so to speak, i was booked. I was booked into a match that had three people in it, I guess I'm not too worthy of a shot at the nepo blade sword, or being tossed in as a last minute replacement for Mr Oz’s triple decker gauntlet matches.

I could have stayed my ass home in Brooklyn, and sobbing over a death of a beloved singer with the boba boobies, but something inside of me told me to not do that, because its not easy working to a 9a to 5pm, or having a Jolene type of person asking why aren’t you in the studio or touring?.... Shit like that, so i guess i have no choice to be the final piece in an already maze’d up match. I know those three poor souls have no idea what they are up against, because you see my friends after last week, i decided to rebirth my odd alter ego Tha Freak, who isn’t here this evening since he had a “date” to tend to, so im speaking on behalf of it.

Taking on Summer Page, Kenny Styles, and Solomon Kline is going to be very fun for him to deal with in that ring, they will feel what pain is, and he will NOT show mercy. Oh no, if he could fuck up Mr. Oz then what makes things different this time around?

Oh I don't know, it's a free for all, where someone is going to get the gas face of defeat, and if you don’t know what that means checkout 3rd Bass Gas Face, and you’ll be hip to the lingo. Old song, but it has a point. Just like the Tha Freak has a point to destroy those three poor souls, and maybe have one them suffer A Fetish Lock or two, and he surely doesn’t need to be the next Perc Angle to go above and beyond in a simplistic match like this.


Tha Freak has one message he would like to proclaim…

[Static appears, and in grainy footage, we see Tha Freak getting head from a Dolly Parton Drag Queen in the locker room. He shooed the camera away, as it cuts back to Tommy who chuckles a bit]

T: Well, nevermind… but if I HAD to speak on behalf of him…..


Y’ALL ARE GONNA FEEL PAIN AND LAY RIGHT NEXT TO DOLLY PARTON’S GRAVE SITE….IT DONT MATTER WHO SURVIVES BECAUSE I WILL BE THE LAST ONE STANDING..GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


[Then the promo abruptly cuts to a photo of Dolly Parton, then it simply fades to black.]]]> <![CDATA[This Blood Is Thick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50397 Wed, 19 Aug 2026 14:59:35 -0700 Kristoffer "Vamp" Arroyo]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50397
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, US congresswoman and centuries old vampire queen, stood in the hall holding a rolling cooler. “It’s vampire Christmas! Ahoy, ahoy.” She smiled as she entered the apartment, dragging the cooler in with her.

“Well that’s one way to put it.” Kris mused. “But still, why the in person visit?”

AOC mocked looking insulted. “Well fuck me I guess?”

“No, no, it’s not….it’s not a bad thing.” Few people could catch Kris off guard but Alexandria had always been one of them.

“I’m worried about you. And Matty. Okay?”

Kris bent over to open the cooler and inspect its contents. He pulled out a refrigerated blood bag. “We’re doing alright.”

“Are you?” she paused. “What’s with the whole “no feeding” thing, now? And that crazy possession shit that happened with Matty.”

“Well to answer item A, you know I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. Be a better man. And draining humans of their blood doesn’t exactly help with that.” He nods down at the cooler. “Thank you for doubling the ration.”

“Yeah. About that.” A small frown tugged at her features. “It’s getting harder and harder to put together these deliveries. Doubling it isn’t doing me any favors.”

“I know….I know….”

The Congresswoman sighed. “So how is Matty? And Jesus, Samael?! I just heard he’s the Universal champion! How the fuck did they let that happen?!”

“Matty’s doing okay. Whatever possessed him hasn’t returned. But I know that it had something to do with Samael.” Kris looked to the side, as though ashamed. “So I’m backing off of Samael.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I can’t risk Matty, Alex!” he spoke forcefully, returning his gaze to her. “I need to put my shit aside and think of him.”

“Okay, I get it. But for God’s sake Kris, he KILLED you.”

“Believe me, I remember. But, Christ Alex, what am I supposed to do?” Kris took a breath. “I’m not jeopardizing Matty. If that costs me my revenge so be it.”

Alex stopped, looking at Kris for a moment with an inscrutible expression.

“What?”

“Just thinking about how much you’ve grown. You’re such a far cry from the dumb punk who always led with his dick that I turned 300 years ago. Matty’s been so, so good for you.”

Kris smirked. “I didn’t ALWAYS lead with my dick.”

“Honey, if you didn’t have a vampire’s constitution you’d have died ages ago from a super-STD that mutated from every other STD known to man.”

“Nah. I’d probably just have been like Mr. Burns in that one episode of the Simpson’s. So many STD’s they’d all have counteracted each other and not been able to squeeze through the door.”

[Image: simpsons-germs.gif]

Alexandria laughed.

“But anyway, the camera crew’s gonna be here in a bit and I gotta cut some material.”

“I wanna stay and watch.”

Kris rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“Is it the Woke Mind Virus again? I like them a lot!”

“You would. And it’s half of them. Centurion.”

“Some serious hot dad energy on that one.”

“Gross.”

LATER….

“This vanilla yogurt motherfucker thinks he knows me.” Kris stood on the porch of his abode, looking out at the city skyline.

“Last time we met you boiled me down to one of two options because of my partnership with Graves: evil or empty headed. But there's a third option you missed because as usual you're too busy huffing your own supply.

How about, because I'm a man with someone who counts on me?

Hell, you're a dad, so I'm shocked you so readily bypassed that one. Then again you wouldn't have been able to drag me otherwise.

Look Cent, I wasn't thrilled getting partnered with Graves initially either. But over time I came to realize that although he's not a good person, he gets it done in the ring. Michael Graves wasn't a good ethical move…but he was a damn good career move. And considering I've got Matty's future to worry about, I'll pick the good career move every time and no I won't apologize for it!

Speaking of careers, yours is in the shitter by the by. Granted, you have gold around your waist, but the last episode of Anarchy showed me the weakest Centurion I've ever seen. Getting your shit pushed in by a consummate joke like Jay Fetu? Holy hell…heh.

You do realize that if Miss Furry hadn't been there that no account, doesn't have two brain cells to rub together curtain jerker would have gotten the dub on you, right?

I want you to play that last sentence over and over again until it sinks in how fucking sad that is. Until it sinks in that that should be a career ending bit of humiliation. But it won't end Centy's career because then how else is he going to performatively lord his goodness and decency over all of us? God forbid we miss the annals of this stodgy rich middle aged white man playing “how do you do fellow kids” with people who actually do know what it feels like to be persecuted and cast aside. As a gay Hispanic man your playacting is nothing short of nauseating. Oleandyr, you can certainly do better.

Centurion, contrary to what it says on the box this isn't just about bragging rights. It's about climbing the ladder and securing a future for Matty. He may not be my son, but he is my BLOOD. And this blood runs THICK. And I'll be damned if I get punked out by Jay Fetu’s whipping boy. It's a long way down for you Centy. Maybe bring a book while you wait for the bottom. I heard Marx is pretty interesting."]]>
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, US congresswoman and centuries old vampire queen, stood in the hall holding a rolling cooler. “It’s vampire Christmas! Ahoy, ahoy.” She smiled as she entered the apartment, dragging the cooler in with her.

“Well that’s one way to put it.” Kris mused. “But still, why the in person visit?”

AOC mocked looking insulted. “Well fuck me I guess?”

“No, no, it’s not….it’s not a bad thing.” Few people could catch Kris off guard but Alexandria had always been one of them.

“I’m worried about you. And Matty. Okay?”

Kris bent over to open the cooler and inspect its contents. He pulled out a refrigerated blood bag. “We’re doing alright.”

“Are you?” she paused. “What’s with the whole “no feeding” thing, now? And that crazy possession shit that happened with Matty.”

“Well to answer item A, you know I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. Be a better man. And draining humans of their blood doesn’t exactly help with that.” He nods down at the cooler. “Thank you for doubling the ration.”

“Yeah. About that.” A small frown tugged at her features. “It’s getting harder and harder to put together these deliveries. Doubling it isn’t doing me any favors.”

“I know….I know….”

The Congresswoman sighed. “So how is Matty? And Jesus, Samael?! I just heard he’s the Universal champion! How the fuck did they let that happen?!”

“Matty’s doing okay. Whatever possessed him hasn’t returned. But I know that it had something to do with Samael.” Kris looked to the side, as though ashamed. “So I’m backing off of Samael.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I can’t risk Matty, Alex!” he spoke forcefully, returning his gaze to her. “I need to put my shit aside and think of him.”

“Okay, I get it. But for God’s sake Kris, he KILLED you.”

“Believe me, I remember. But, Christ Alex, what am I supposed to do?” Kris took a breath. “I’m not jeopardizing Matty. If that costs me my revenge so be it.”

Alex stopped, looking at Kris for a moment with an inscrutible expression.

“What?”

“Just thinking about how much you’ve grown. You’re such a far cry from the dumb punk who always led with his dick that I turned 300 years ago. Matty’s been so, so good for you.”

Kris smirked. “I didn’t ALWAYS lead with my dick.”

“Honey, if you didn’t have a vampire’s constitution you’d have died ages ago from a super-STD that mutated from every other STD known to man.”

“Nah. I’d probably just have been like Mr. Burns in that one episode of the Simpson’s. So many STD’s they’d all have counteracted each other and not been able to squeeze through the door.”

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Alexandria laughed.

“But anyway, the camera crew’s gonna be here in a bit and I gotta cut some material.”

“I wanna stay and watch.”

Kris rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“Is it the Woke Mind Virus again? I like them a lot!”

“You would. And it’s half of them. Centurion.”

“Some serious hot dad energy on that one.”

“Gross.”

LATER….

“This vanilla yogurt motherfucker thinks he knows me.” Kris stood on the porch of his abode, looking out at the city skyline.

“Last time we met you boiled me down to one of two options because of my partnership with Graves: evil or empty headed. But there's a third option you missed because as usual you're too busy huffing your own supply.

How about, because I'm a man with someone who counts on me?

Hell, you're a dad, so I'm shocked you so readily bypassed that one. Then again you wouldn't have been able to drag me otherwise.

Look Cent, I wasn't thrilled getting partnered with Graves initially either. But over time I came to realize that although he's not a good person, he gets it done in the ring. Michael Graves wasn't a good ethical move…but he was a damn good career move. And considering I've got Matty's future to worry about, I'll pick the good career move every time and no I won't apologize for it!

Speaking of careers, yours is in the shitter by the by. Granted, you have gold around your waist, but the last episode of Anarchy showed me the weakest Centurion I've ever seen. Getting your shit pushed in by a consummate joke like Jay Fetu? Holy hell…heh.

You do realize that if Miss Furry hadn't been there that no account, doesn't have two brain cells to rub together curtain jerker would have gotten the dub on you, right?

I want you to play that last sentence over and over again until it sinks in how fucking sad that is. Until it sinks in that that should be a career ending bit of humiliation. But it won't end Centy's career because then how else is he going to performatively lord his goodness and decency over all of us? God forbid we miss the annals of this stodgy rich middle aged white man playing “how do you do fellow kids” with people who actually do know what it feels like to be persecuted and cast aside. As a gay Hispanic man your playacting is nothing short of nauseating. Oleandyr, you can certainly do better.

Centurion, contrary to what it says on the box this isn't just about bragging rights. It's about climbing the ladder and securing a future for Matty. He may not be my son, but he is my BLOOD. And this blood runs THICK. And I'll be damned if I get punked out by Jay Fetu’s whipping boy. It's a long way down for you Centy. Maybe bring a book while you wait for the bottom. I heard Marx is pretty interesting."]]> <![CDATA[Lee La Bleedin In Ma Haan]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50396 Wed, 19 Aug 2026 11:12:16 -0700 Centurion]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50396 Or whatever it is that guy said]]> Or whatever it is that guy said]]> <![CDATA[Surgical]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50395 Tue, 18 Aug 2026 23:15:27 -0700 Mr. Oz]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50395


A room is filled with a dim light and somewhat freezing. In this room, several people in medical beds. Tubes plugged into their unmentionables. Oz comes in, not dressed in his normal suits and ties and expensive shoes and his classy watch.

No. He comes in dressed like a butcher, pushing a cart that is covered. A smock covering an outfit that could only be described as scrubs that are the same color as dried blood. The first unconscious person had their chart grabbed by him, looking it over, reading the details of this person. This "donor".

"Thomas Crakow. I know someone called Tommy, funnily enough."

He pulls the sheet off of the cart, revealing that it held two trays: one with surgical equipment and one with butcher equipment.

"Let's see..."

He looks at the sheet some more, inspecting it well.

"So, massive stroke... guess the brain is off the menu."

He smirked and chuckled

"Seems like the rest of the body is fine."

He now moved to loom over the soon to be carcass.

"You're going to feed many people. You're going to save so many lives."

He gently caressed the man's face. The man caucasian and the hair on his head had been taken care of by nurses and what passes for Thomas's family. He felt the stubble growing in and shook his head.

"Well then. Let's begin Tommy."

He takes a scalpel first, and opens the man's right eye, as the metal had a small glint shine off of it, before squirts of blood come out as he starts cutting the eyes out, one after the other. Upon his collar is what looks like his crest and there's a medium sized button on it. He used his chin to push the button and a soft feminine voice responded

"Yes, Dad?"

He smiled as he continued to remove the eyes with precision as he responded

"I forgot the 'fridge'. Can you roll it in here for me?"

"Sure can!"

The line then made a beep to show their conversation was done. He would reach for a specimen retrieval bag, and place the eyes in it, sealing it before placing it on the cart.

"Now, let's take a look at your tongue."

He took a bloodied hand and moved to the bottom lip

"Now say 'ahhhh' for me."

He opened the man's mouth and saw nothing too wrong with his teeth and tongue, so he reached on his cart and felt for the tool he wanted. Once he had, he started pulling teeth out 1 by 1 and once done, he cut out the man's tongue cleanly before placing them all inside a different bag.

Fuzen soon came in with the help of her mother. On the back of the fridge shows what looks like a more advanced version of a battery pack. On it is a bar that shows it is full of energy, showing this fridge does not need to be plugged in once it's charged. His daughter and wife open it up and start putting pieces of Thomas that are cut and bagged into the fridge before Alysia goes up and plants a kiss to his right cheek.

"Do what you feel like, my heart. Just make sure you don't get caught."

He laughed, and grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

"Sweetheart, I pay people well. Practically everyone is on my payroll that needs to be on it. Even if I get caught, what are they going to do? Arrest me?"

He snickered before moving to kiss her forehead while Fuzen looked on

"So, Dad-"

He put a hand up to shush her up

"No you can't help, sweetie. This, it takes precision... time... You have college work to deal with. Now, shoo. Both of ya have better things to deal with now. However, thank you very much for bringing it here. Now, go take care of yourselves and do the jobs you two need to do. Including you, Fuzen. Once you do your work, you have to run the school for me while I'm here."

She nodded as did Alysia, and the two took their leave with the two talking to one another, hearing a bit of Fuzen being upset she couldn't help which made him softly chortle.

"Big day for you, Tommy. Same for me, well, soon."

He takes the scalpel and starts cutting fine slices of flesh of the man's body, like he was cutting up a fish to make sashimi.

"You don't mind I talk to you like you're my opponent, right?"

He laughed

"Forgot. You have no say!"

He continued his fine slices, placing each slice carefully so that when it's frozen, it's easy to pull apart.

"Tommy, you and I have had several squabbles over the years. Usually with Black backing you. We're always going back and forth against one another, but there's only one of us that is actually in the memories of those in this company, and it sure as shit isn't you, buddy."

The man's meat now showing as he continued his cuts, and while he speaks no words for nearly an hour, but the video shows a cut to the point when Thomas's entire right arm was nothing but a mess of wires: veins and bones.

"They call me a Butcher for a reason, Tommy. You're seeing it right now, my friend. I show this all because nothing is going to happen to me. It's like a certain set of files that are still not fully released and we all know the reason why. You're not like us crazy fucks. You have no idea what kind of pain you're in for in our X-Treme Rulez match this Thursday. Hopefully, a demonstration is what you need."

He then took out a large cleaver and slammed it right into the breastbone, sending a sickening sound into everyone's ears still listening: a mix of flesh and bone being cut through as the video cuts to black.]]>


A room is filled with a dim light and somewhat freezing. In this room, several people in medical beds. Tubes plugged into their unmentionables. Oz comes in, not dressed in his normal suits and ties and expensive shoes and his classy watch.

No. He comes in dressed like a butcher, pushing a cart that is covered. A smock covering an outfit that could only be described as scrubs that are the same color as dried blood. The first unconscious person had their chart grabbed by him, looking it over, reading the details of this person. This "donor".

"Thomas Crakow. I know someone called Tommy, funnily enough."

He pulls the sheet off of the cart, revealing that it held two trays: one with surgical equipment and one with butcher equipment.

"Let's see..."

He looks at the sheet some more, inspecting it well.

"So, massive stroke... guess the brain is off the menu."

He smirked and chuckled

"Seems like the rest of the body is fine."

He now moved to loom over the soon to be carcass.

"You're going to feed many people. You're going to save so many lives."

He gently caressed the man's face. The man caucasian and the hair on his head had been taken care of by nurses and what passes for Thomas's family. He felt the stubble growing in and shook his head.

"Well then. Let's begin Tommy."

He takes a scalpel first, and opens the man's right eye, as the metal had a small glint shine off of it, before squirts of blood come out as he starts cutting the eyes out, one after the other. Upon his collar is what looks like his crest and there's a medium sized button on it. He used his chin to push the button and a soft feminine voice responded

"Yes, Dad?"

He smiled as he continued to remove the eyes with precision as he responded

"I forgot the 'fridge'. Can you roll it in here for me?"

"Sure can!"

The line then made a beep to show their conversation was done. He would reach for a specimen retrieval bag, and place the eyes in it, sealing it before placing it on the cart.

"Now, let's take a look at your tongue."

He took a bloodied hand and moved to the bottom lip

"Now say 'ahhhh' for me."

He opened the man's mouth and saw nothing too wrong with his teeth and tongue, so he reached on his cart and felt for the tool he wanted. Once he had, he started pulling teeth out 1 by 1 and once done, he cut out the man's tongue cleanly before placing them all inside a different bag.

Fuzen soon came in with the help of her mother. On the back of the fridge shows what looks like a more advanced version of a battery pack. On it is a bar that shows it is full of energy, showing this fridge does not need to be plugged in once it's charged. His daughter and wife open it up and start putting pieces of Thomas that are cut and bagged into the fridge before Alysia goes up and plants a kiss to his right cheek.

"Do what you feel like, my heart. Just make sure you don't get caught."

He laughed, and grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

"Sweetheart, I pay people well. Practically everyone is on my payroll that needs to be on it. Even if I get caught, what are they going to do? Arrest me?"

He snickered before moving to kiss her forehead while Fuzen looked on

"So, Dad-"

He put a hand up to shush her up

"No you can't help, sweetie. This, it takes precision... time... You have college work to deal with. Now, shoo. Both of ya have better things to deal with now. However, thank you very much for bringing it here. Now, go take care of yourselves and do the jobs you two need to do. Including you, Fuzen. Once you do your work, you have to run the school for me while I'm here."

She nodded as did Alysia, and the two took their leave with the two talking to one another, hearing a bit of Fuzen being upset she couldn't help which made him softly chortle.

"Big day for you, Tommy. Same for me, well, soon."

He takes the scalpel and starts cutting fine slices of flesh of the man's body, like he was cutting up a fish to make sashimi.

"You don't mind I talk to you like you're my opponent, right?"

He laughed

"Forgot. You have no say!"

He continued his fine slices, placing each slice carefully so that when it's frozen, it's easy to pull apart.

"Tommy, you and I have had several squabbles over the years. Usually with Black backing you. We're always going back and forth against one another, but there's only one of us that is actually in the memories of those in this company, and it sure as shit isn't you, buddy."

The man's meat now showing as he continued his cuts, and while he speaks no words for nearly an hour, but the video shows a cut to the point when Thomas's entire right arm was nothing but a mess of wires: veins and bones.

"They call me a Butcher for a reason, Tommy. You're seeing it right now, my friend. I show this all because nothing is going to happen to me. It's like a certain set of files that are still not fully released and we all know the reason why. You're not like us crazy fucks. You have no idea what kind of pain you're in for in our X-Treme Rulez match this Thursday. Hopefully, a demonstration is what you need."

He then took out a large cleaver and slammed it right into the breastbone, sending a sickening sound into everyone's ears still listening: a mix of flesh and bone being cut through as the video cuts to black.]]> <![CDATA[A Few Words]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50394 Tue, 18 Aug 2026 23:09:38 -0700 SolemnIncline]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50394 What was that? Lord knows I need the win, but man, it’s almost an insult to win like that. I thought the Edgecrusher or MC EC as he sometimes likes to go by, would have prepared at all for his return to wrestling. But no, dude gets winded on his way to the ring and just gets counted out.

So it was a disappointing night, sure, but come to find out I have to face him again on Anarchy? We are on the road to Relentless. Last year, I was headed for a tag team title shot. So, another win against Edgecrusher here or worse yet, a loss and where does that leave me for Red Dead Relentless?

I have many questions and I’m hoping the answers come soon. MC EC, how about you come to the ring this time. Give it the old college try. Just…please don’t waste everyone’s time again. A win is a win, but I really hope I don’t have to see your face again after this. At least not for a while.

Solomon out.]]> What was that? Lord knows I need the win, but man, it’s almost an insult to win like that. I thought the Edgecrusher or MC EC as he sometimes likes to go by, would have prepared at all for his return to wrestling. But no, dude gets winded on his way to the ring and just gets counted out.

So it was a disappointing night, sure, but come to find out I have to face him again on Anarchy? We are on the road to Relentless. Last year, I was headed for a tag team title shot. So, another win against Edgecrusher here or worse yet, a loss and where does that leave me for Red Dead Relentless?

I have many questions and I’m hoping the answers come soon. MC EC, how about you come to the ring this time. Give it the old college try. Just…please don’t waste everyone’s time again. A win is a win, but I really hope I don’t have to see your face again after this. At least not for a while.

Solomon out.]]> <![CDATA[HOPE KILLER]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50393 Tue, 18 Aug 2026 21:05:17 -0700 GCC's Dom Durango™]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50393
”It’s time foooooooooooooooooooor…”

Las Aventuras de La Murielaga Atomica!!!!!!!!


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Young children in theatre seats excitedly recite the program’s title!

On cue, a whimsical woman in a bat costume forward-rolls center-stage!

”Hola, niños! Soy La Murciélaga Atómica!”

LMA strikes a heroic pose!

A furry bat fellow attempts to duplicate the daring-do with a somersault… and ends up landing on his face!

”Oooof… And I’m Ahoolie!”

”We have a mucho especial guest today to talk to you about…”

FEAR


”Show of hands, niños! Do you get scared sometimes?”

A handful of hands shoot skyward!

”I’m scared of loud noises!”

”The dark!”

”Monsters under my bed!”

”A-a-ahhhhh! M-m-monsters?!?” Ahoolie shivers just hearing these things!

”Jajajaja! Those things can be scary! Can I tell you a secret?”

LMA looks both ways, before leaning toward the children…

”I’m a superhero. And *I* get scared sometimes.”

”But! Even when I’m scared, I never give up ESPERANZA!”

Ahoolie scratches his big mascot head. ”Esperanza? Is that… like… a spear lasagna?”

”No, silly! It’s HOPE! Never give up HOPE! Right, niños?”

NEVER GIVE UP HOPE

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

A furious bellow echoes throughout the theater.

LMA’s performer looks around uncertainly..

”...Um… ” Her eyes dart toward the camera. ”Is that… our special guest? Señor Dom Dur-”

RIIIIIIIIIIIP. Dom emerges, RIPPING down the theatre curtain.

”FEAR. WHAT DO YOU CHILDREN KNOW OF FEAR?”

Dom’s dressed in all black… His eyes look sunken, strained, like he hasn’t slept in weeks…

”Uhhhh… maybe we need a cinco-minuto break? Someone might need to review today’s script…”

The cameraman moves to stop th-

WHAM! He’s bowled over by a Mascot Dom, who seamlessly secures the camera.

”YOU PATHETIC WHINING BRATS.” Dom steps toward the stage’s edge, spittle flying down his chin. “TERRIFIED TO SLEEP WITHOUT A NIGHTLIGHT.”

“BEGGING MOMMY TO PEEK UNDER YOUR BED.”

”PISSING YOUR PANTS OVER SHADOWS IN YOUR CLOSET.”

Every fiber in Dom’s body emanates pure rage.

…Suddenly, Durango smiles eerily.

”You kids wanna see something…. **reeeeeeeeally** scary?”

Half the children shake their heads frantically.

The rest are too frightened to move.

”Uh… Señor Durango… Maybe we sh-”

”BRING IT OUT.”

A half-dozen Mascot Doms wrangle a giant wooden crate, wrapped in chains, ten-feet tall…

The crate rattles… The chains creak… The boards bend…

…LMA slowly backs away.

”What… IS that?”

”Something that wants out.” Dom leans into his earpiece. ”Let him meet the kiddies.”

His earpiece chirps. ”Sir, I would strongly advise against th-”

”DO IT.”

A snap.

FWOOSH! KERACK! Broken boards go flying!

A blur of fur and flapping wings ascends to the rafters…

Its massive, powerful lungs fill the theatre like an engine’s roar.

LMA gasps. ”Dios mio…”

”There is no God, you dumb bitch.” Dom glares upward…  ”But there’s a devil.” Dom reaches for a long rod strapped to his back.

”...How would you know that?”

”I ate his grits.” Dom twists the rod. A spearhead emerges!

FWOOOOOOSH! The creature swoops downward!

IT PLOWS THROUGH DOM’S CHEST, LIFTING HIM INTO THE AIR!

”AHHHHHHHHHHH! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”

LMA shoves over multiple children, racing them to the theatre’s exit!

LMA desperately twists the knob…

But, it won’t budge!


FWWWWSSSSSSSSSSH.

”There.” Dom’s Advisor finishes welding the exit shut with a blowtorch.

Two Mascot Doms point machine guns at the door.

”If… IT… gets out. Do we shoot it?”

”If that thing gets out? Shoot ME.”

…

”Then yourselves, I guess.”


Dom circles cautiously… Long bleeding clawmarks across his chest…

The creature stalks in the shadows above...

”Atomic Bat.”

“Children’s entertainer. So-called superhero.”

“...I despise you.”

“With every atom in my being, I LOATHE you.”

“Why?”

“Because you give people HOPE.”

”You LIE that these children can overcome their fears.”

“When most of them will age into unhappy adults…”

“PUSSIES too scared to answer calls from unknown numbers.”

“WEAK.”

“PATHETIC.”

The creature swoops before Dom…. Emerging into the light.

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The creature lets out an inhuman wail…

The children shriek in fear!

“You’re a liar, Bat.”

“Telling these children they can be brave.”

”That there’s nothing to fear.”

“But there is.”

The creature CHARGES Dom.

He steels his stance, driving his spear forward.

SWIP!



The creature emits a blood-curdling deathwail…

Then collapses into a heap of leathery skin and viscera…

”...Is it… dead?”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, now?”

Dom shakes his head.

“I’m the thing to be scared of.”

”Stu was wrong last Anarchy. I’m no sideshow clown…”

“I’m the stuff of your nightmares.”

“I will beat you to DEATH in that ring, AB.”

“Because the best way I can destroy your perverse lie?”

Dom plants his foot in the creature’s back…

“Your Hope?”

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

The animal’s shoulder blades crack like wishbones…

“Is breaking you before your devoted fans.”

“I learned something last Anarchy.”

“I’ve said I despise wrestling. Proudly declared myself a NON-wrestler.”

“But I must learn this sport.”

“Master it.”

“To snuff out all hope….”

“To make the world succumb to all-consuming, mind-numbing FEAR.”

“I must BREAK the world’s heroes.”

“DESTROY the XWF’s paragons of HOPE.”

“Starting with you, Bat.”

“With your plucky, can-do attitude.”

The creature thrashes weakly on the ground… the stumps that used to be its wings flap uselessly…


Dom slinks behind it, wrapping his massive hands around its throat…

“That warm open-hearted smile… You claim you see good in everyone...”

KERACK.

…The creature slumps lifelessly to the stage.

Its neck twisted, facing the wrong way...

”Do you see good in me?”

“There’s none.”

“Only hunger.”

“I will break you…”

“Tear your muscles… Rend your flesh…”

“And rip your beating heart from your chest and presenting it to your child fans like it’s show-and-fucking-tell.”

…

”I’m the HOPE KILLER, Bat.”

“And on Thursday…”

“When your body’s broken and your mind’s shattered.”

“Like a terrified, wounded animal.”

“I will wrap my hands around your throat.”

“And snuff out that hope.”

“In you.”

“And everyone that ever believed the lie…”

“Called hope.”]]>
”It’s time foooooooooooooooooooor…”

Las Aventuras de La Murielaga Atomica!!!!!!!!


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Young children in theatre seats excitedly recite the program’s title!

On cue, a whimsical woman in a bat costume forward-rolls center-stage!

”Hola, niños! Soy La Murciélaga Atómica!”

LMA strikes a heroic pose!

A furry bat fellow attempts to duplicate the daring-do with a somersault… and ends up landing on his face!

”Oooof… And I’m Ahoolie!”

”We have a mucho especial guest today to talk to you about…”

FEAR


”Show of hands, niños! Do you get scared sometimes?”

A handful of hands shoot skyward!

”I’m scared of loud noises!”

”The dark!”

”Monsters under my bed!”

”A-a-ahhhhh! M-m-monsters?!?” Ahoolie shivers just hearing these things!

”Jajajaja! Those things can be scary! Can I tell you a secret?”

LMA looks both ways, before leaning toward the children…

”I’m a superhero. And *I* get scared sometimes.”

”But! Even when I’m scared, I never give up ESPERANZA!”

Ahoolie scratches his big mascot head. ”Esperanza? Is that… like… a spear lasagna?”

”No, silly! It’s HOPE! Never give up HOPE! Right, niños?”

NEVER GIVE UP HOPE

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

A furious bellow echoes throughout the theater.

LMA’s performer looks around uncertainly..

”...Um… ” Her eyes dart toward the camera. ”Is that… our special guest? Señor Dom Dur-”

RIIIIIIIIIIIP. Dom emerges, RIPPING down the theatre curtain.

”FEAR. WHAT DO YOU CHILDREN KNOW OF FEAR?”

Dom’s dressed in all black… His eyes look sunken, strained, like he hasn’t slept in weeks…

”Uhhhh… maybe we need a cinco-minuto break? Someone might need to review today’s script…”

The cameraman moves to stop th-

WHAM! He’s bowled over by a Mascot Dom, who seamlessly secures the camera.

”YOU PATHETIC WHINING BRATS.” Dom steps toward the stage’s edge, spittle flying down his chin. “TERRIFIED TO SLEEP WITHOUT A NIGHTLIGHT.”

“BEGGING MOMMY TO PEEK UNDER YOUR BED.”

”PISSING YOUR PANTS OVER SHADOWS IN YOUR CLOSET.”

Every fiber in Dom’s body emanates pure rage.

…Suddenly, Durango smiles eerily.

”You kids wanna see something…. **reeeeeeeeally** scary?”

Half the children shake their heads frantically.

The rest are too frightened to move.

”Uh… Señor Durango… Maybe we sh-”

”BRING IT OUT.”

A half-dozen Mascot Doms wrangle a giant wooden crate, wrapped in chains, ten-feet tall…

The crate rattles… The chains creak… The boards bend…

…LMA slowly backs away.

”What… IS that?”

”Something that wants out.” Dom leans into his earpiece. ”Let him meet the kiddies.”

His earpiece chirps. ”Sir, I would strongly advise against th-”

”DO IT.”

A snap.

FWOOSH! KERACK! Broken boards go flying!

A blur of fur and flapping wings ascends to the rafters…

Its massive, powerful lungs fill the theatre like an engine’s roar.

LMA gasps. ”Dios mio…”

”There is no God, you dumb bitch.” Dom glares upward…  ”But there’s a devil.” Dom reaches for a long rod strapped to his back.

”...How would you know that?”

”I ate his grits.” Dom twists the rod. A spearhead emerges!

FWOOOOOOSH! The creature swoops downward!

IT PLOWS THROUGH DOM’S CHEST, LIFTING HIM INTO THE AIR!

”AHHHHHHHHHHH! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”

LMA shoves over multiple children, racing them to the theatre’s exit!

LMA desperately twists the knob…

But, it won’t budge!


FWWWWSSSSSSSSSSH.

”There.” Dom’s Advisor finishes welding the exit shut with a blowtorch.

Two Mascot Doms point machine guns at the door.

”If… IT… gets out. Do we shoot it?”

”If that thing gets out? Shoot ME.”

…

”Then yourselves, I guess.”


Dom circles cautiously… Long bleeding clawmarks across his chest…

The creature stalks in the shadows above...

”Atomic Bat.”

“Children’s entertainer. So-called superhero.”

“...I despise you.”

“With every atom in my being, I LOATHE you.”

“Why?”

“Because you give people HOPE.”

”You LIE that these children can overcome their fears.”

“When most of them will age into unhappy adults…”

“PUSSIES too scared to answer calls from unknown numbers.”

“WEAK.”

“PATHETIC.”

The creature swoops before Dom…. Emerging into the light.

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The creature lets out an inhuman wail…

The children shriek in fear!

“You’re a liar, Bat.”

“Telling these children they can be brave.”

”That there’s nothing to fear.”

“But there is.”

The creature CHARGES Dom.

He steels his stance, driving his spear forward.

SWIP!



The creature emits a blood-curdling deathwail…

Then collapses into a heap of leathery skin and viscera…

”...Is it… dead?”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, now?”

Dom shakes his head.

“I’m the thing to be scared of.”

”Stu was wrong last Anarchy. I’m no sideshow clown…”

“I’m the stuff of your nightmares.”

“I will beat you to DEATH in that ring, AB.”

“Because the best way I can destroy your perverse lie?”

Dom plants his foot in the creature’s back…

“Your Hope?”

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

The animal’s shoulder blades crack like wishbones…

“Is breaking you before your devoted fans.”

“I learned something last Anarchy.”

“I’ve said I despise wrestling. Proudly declared myself a NON-wrestler.”

“But I must learn this sport.”

“Master it.”

“To snuff out all hope….”

“To make the world succumb to all-consuming, mind-numbing FEAR.”

“I must BREAK the world’s heroes.”

“DESTROY the XWF’s paragons of HOPE.”

“Starting with you, Bat.”

“With your plucky, can-do attitude.”

The creature thrashes weakly on the ground… the stumps that used to be its wings flap uselessly…


Dom slinks behind it, wrapping his massive hands around its throat…

“That warm open-hearted smile… You claim you see good in everyone...”

KERACK.

…The creature slumps lifelessly to the stage.

Its neck twisted, facing the wrong way...

”Do you see good in me?”

“There’s none.”

“Only hunger.”

“I will break you…”

“Tear your muscles… Rend your flesh…”

“And rip your beating heart from your chest and presenting it to your child fans like it’s show-and-fucking-tell.”

…

”I’m the HOPE KILLER, Bat.”

“And on Thursday…”

“When your body’s broken and your mind’s shattered.”

“Like a terrified, wounded animal.”

“I will wrap my hands around your throat.”

“And snuff out that hope.”

“In you.”

“And everyone that ever believed the lie…”

“Called hope.”]]> <![CDATA[Blood On My Hands]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50392 Tue, 18 Aug 2026 19:12:36 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50392
"So, John...

You think you're untouchable?"

The Nickleman smirked as he looked back down at the cold steel in his hands.

"I thought that, too, John...

Until Jordan Penn reminded me just how vulnerable I was."

Without warning, Charlie digs the sharp edge of the blade into the palm of his hand. He grimaces slightly, but not for long, as he always hides the pain afflicting him. With the blade caught in the flesh of his palm, Charlie makes a fist around the dagger- drawing even more blood. A steady stream of red trickles down from his closed fist.

"And now, I'm going to remind you exactly how vulnerable YOU are.

You think a Blade Championship Blade makes you dangerous?

That cheap prop ain't cuttin' me, Johnny boy...and your words ain't neither."

The Nickleman releases the blade from his fist, and instead brings it up to his forehead. He begins tapping the steel against his face as the swinging chandelier keeps Charlie oscillating between the light and the dark.

"Everyone wants a piece of The Nickleman: just look at Bad Medicine. Dyson, Korvayne, Storm- the real one, not your special needs friend- they all came nipping at my heels, trying to take a bite out of my hide, trying to skin my alive...

And yet here I am, still standing.

Cause can't no-one cut me down.

Not even God himself."

Charlie drags the blade across his forehead, letting a crimson mask wash over his grizzled face. The blood runs down his eyes and his nose, before getting stuck in his scraggly beard.

"Sticks and stones can't even broke my bones: so your words, John? Will do nothing but expose how weak-minded you are.

Don't you get it, John?

You can't cut me.

You can't make me bleed.

Because a thousand better men have already done it. They've already toughened my skin into leather.

So these days, I cut myself just often enough to keep up my hard shell.

Because no matter how much damage you think you can do to me: I can always do more. I already have done more."

Charlie lowers the blade and stares at it for an uncomfortable amount of time, almost as if he were analyzing the blood and skin particles upon it through a microscope.

"So this Thursday night, Johnny: I'm going to make an example out of you.

I'm going to butcher you alive, boy: I'm going to cut and cut and then cut again. I'm going to cut you so deep, that you feel it in your soul.

Because I know Jordan Penn is going to be watching:

And I can't wait to give him something to fear...

The fear of being bladed like John."

Charlie drops the knife, letting it clang on the floor.

"The truth of the matter is that you're not built for this, John. You never have been, and you never will be. You're not a real professional wrestler: at best, you're the modern day equivalent of a circus sideshow: without the clowns.

Because even the clowns are more threatening than you and your ilk.

Is it any wonder why management had to create an entire division named after you?

They created a Special Ed section of the fed, and they made it bear your name.

If I were you?

I'd have committed seppuku with that Blade Championship Blade as soon it touched my hand."

The Nickleman slowly stands up, placing his hands upon his knees as he rises. When he removes his hands, one of his pant legs is stained with scarlet.

"But this match isn't about you or your pathetic excuse of a division.

This match isn't even about ME...

This match is about one thing and one thing only:

Striking fear into the heart of that bastard Penn.

And you, John?

Are nothing more than a meager sacrifice.

An unwilling virgin, about to be cast into the flames....

Tossed into the volcano....

And cut beyond all recognition.

So you better have a nice day, John...

Because it might just be your last!"

The Nickleman screams his final words into the camera and then...nothing. He just stands there, bleeding, and breathing heavy. But the chandelier above him slowly loses momentum, and after a few moments, it quietly comes to a stop.

Then the scene cuts.]]>
"So, John...

You think you're untouchable?"

The Nickleman smirked as he looked back down at the cold steel in his hands.

"I thought that, too, John...

Until Jordan Penn reminded me just how vulnerable I was."

Without warning, Charlie digs the sharp edge of the blade into the palm of his hand. He grimaces slightly, but not for long, as he always hides the pain afflicting him. With the blade caught in the flesh of his palm, Charlie makes a fist around the dagger- drawing even more blood. A steady stream of red trickles down from his closed fist.

"And now, I'm going to remind you exactly how vulnerable YOU are.

You think a Blade Championship Blade makes you dangerous?

That cheap prop ain't cuttin' me, Johnny boy...and your words ain't neither."

The Nickleman releases the blade from his fist, and instead brings it up to his forehead. He begins tapping the steel against his face as the swinging chandelier keeps Charlie oscillating between the light and the dark.

"Everyone wants a piece of The Nickleman: just look at Bad Medicine. Dyson, Korvayne, Storm- the real one, not your special needs friend- they all came nipping at my heels, trying to take a bite out of my hide, trying to skin my alive...

And yet here I am, still standing.

Cause can't no-one cut me down.

Not even God himself."

Charlie drags the blade across his forehead, letting a crimson mask wash over his grizzled face. The blood runs down his eyes and his nose, before getting stuck in his scraggly beard.

"Sticks and stones can't even broke my bones: so your words, John? Will do nothing but expose how weak-minded you are.

Don't you get it, John?

You can't cut me.

You can't make me bleed.

Because a thousand better men have already done it. They've already toughened my skin into leather.

So these days, I cut myself just often enough to keep up my hard shell.

Because no matter how much damage you think you can do to me: I can always do more. I already have done more."

Charlie lowers the blade and stares at it for an uncomfortable amount of time, almost as if he were analyzing the blood and skin particles upon it through a microscope.

"So this Thursday night, Johnny: I'm going to make an example out of you.

I'm going to butcher you alive, boy: I'm going to cut and cut and then cut again. I'm going to cut you so deep, that you feel it in your soul.

Because I know Jordan Penn is going to be watching:

And I can't wait to give him something to fear...

The fear of being bladed like John."

Charlie drops the knife, letting it clang on the floor.

"The truth of the matter is that you're not built for this, John. You never have been, and you never will be. You're not a real professional wrestler: at best, you're the modern day equivalent of a circus sideshow: without the clowns.

Because even the clowns are more threatening than you and your ilk.

Is it any wonder why management had to create an entire division named after you?

They created a Special Ed section of the fed, and they made it bear your name.

If I were you?

I'd have committed seppuku with that Blade Championship Blade as soon it touched my hand."

The Nickleman slowly stands up, placing his hands upon his knees as he rises. When he removes his hands, one of his pant legs is stained with scarlet.

"But this match isn't about you or your pathetic excuse of a division.

This match isn't even about ME...

This match is about one thing and one thing only:

Striking fear into the heart of that bastard Penn.

And you, John?

Are nothing more than a meager sacrifice.

An unwilling virgin, about to be cast into the flames....

Tossed into the volcano....

And cut beyond all recognition.

So you better have a nice day, John...

Because it might just be your last!"

The Nickleman screams his final words into the camera and then...nothing. He just stands there, bleeding, and breathing heavy. But the chandelier above him slowly loses momentum, and after a few moments, it quietly comes to a stop.

Then the scene cuts.]]> <![CDATA[Bad Blood]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50388 Mon, 17 Aug 2026 19:55:01 -0700 johnathan]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50388 As Anarchy to continued to unfold, the members of the XWF Universe filling
in The Matthew Knight Center were literally sitting on the edge of their seats with
anticipation, excited for more action to unfold right before their very eyes.
Soon enough, they were put right out of their Match four...
.. Was heard! Not a single member of The XWF Universe remained seated as ''  The Time is now'  rang through the arena, prompting the crowd to rise to their
feet, cheering at the top of their lungs. Confusion soon set in, though, as John
Blade was nowhere to be seen, despite his music still playing.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Yo! Over here!
John's voice suddenly rang through the arena, and cameras were quick to find
him. The XWF Universe burst into a bout of louder cheers, as there was John,
amongst them, sitting in a seat in the middle of a section of fans.
Surgeon of Thug|John Blade: Eugene, Oregon! Make Some Noise!
The XWF Universe continued to roar, as John nodded his approval at them, giving
those surrounding him a high five.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Two weeks ago at Anarchy! I won the Blade Championship match, and here we are! And August? in I take took what's rightfully
Mine, and that's me bouncing back in retaining my Blade Championship First Blood match that's all this! XWF Universe! Because if anyone has any rights around here, it's The Man Nickle Charlie of you! So lemme break it down for ya!
John nodded at the XWF Universe as they continued to cheer, as he sat himself
back in his seat.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: The XWF has been around for ovah an year now, we know that's true.
But what's keeping it together? The XWF Universe; Charlie Nickle of you!
Where would we be if we didn't have the support of our loyal fans?
Not at Anarchy; that would never be a part of our plans!
Plans that only come to life because our XWF Universe shows up!
And yet here you are, trying to take from them, instead of filling their First Blood matches!
With that, it is not obligated to pour into yours, that's for sure.
But look around this Arena here Thursday; you can't keep them out of our XWF
door!
A door that opened many opportunities, which is why you should stay weary!
If they turn their back on us? Damn boy! There'd be no Man Nickle Charlie Nickle!
Man, where's your head at?! Do you even have the tiniest drop of class?
Clearly not, if you're sucking up to! Gross though,  who wants to suck an
old a**?!
True as they come, this XWF Universe stands by us and has our backs!
thinking you can make this all from them? Man, that's where your brain lacks!
Charlie, you ain't what you used to be! It's the wacky old man show!
you're not out for this no more! Just ask Thursday night Anarchy Thursday and
XWF August Twentieth!
You've done your part, and the XWF  is still something we can fix!
Especially now, before we have this First Blood match add him so-called era to the mix!
That's all we need; to Blade fighting Nickle for a First Blood match! The hell is that supposed to be?!
A bunch of crap, is what! But it's not gonna happen, because you won't get
through me!
We've been in the ring together before, Charlie Nickle, and you know what I can do.
And after you hit me with your finisher? There's no telling what I'm
gonna put you through!
Myself is off limits, man; you went way too far.
All I did was give your friend a Death Valley Drop,  , I didn't hit them with a damn wooden!
So, a table wasn't nice, and I'm not done making you pay!
You're not cut out to be in control of this XWF Universe, no matter what you have to
say!
You'd be nothing without these people; they pay to keep you here and give you
exposure!
Without them there'd be no The Man Nickle Charlie Nickle! No! it'd be Anarchy!
But you want to take their Spot? Keep dreaming, man,  The XWF is their ball!
And August third? Together, we'll hit you with that ball and watch you fall!
We're the best for August, I got the best support in my corner!
Including Charlie Nickle, that man, nobody needs to adorn me!
I'm taking control on Anarchy, for me and my fans for all of you!
Charlie Nickle? Trust me, there's nothing that you can do!
We're an unstoppable force when you mess with me and my friends!
The XWF Universe is my heart, and so, I'll rip you apart!
Bring it on, Charlie, this one will go down in history, it's worth the buck!
And if you think I'm coming up short? Well, I just don't give a F***!
John stood up, and the XWF Universe stood with him, cheering as he posed for
them.
]]> As Anarchy to continued to unfold, the members of the XWF Universe filling
in The Matthew Knight Center were literally sitting on the edge of their seats with
anticipation, excited for more action to unfold right before their very eyes.
Soon enough, they were put right out of their Match four...
.. Was heard! Not a single member of The XWF Universe remained seated as ''  The Time is now'  rang through the arena, prompting the crowd to rise to their
feet, cheering at the top of their lungs. Confusion soon set in, though, as John
Blade was nowhere to be seen, despite his music still playing.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Yo! Over here!
John's voice suddenly rang through the arena, and cameras were quick to find
him. The XWF Universe burst into a bout of louder cheers, as there was John,
amongst them, sitting in a seat in the middle of a section of fans.
Surgeon of Thug|John Blade: Eugene, Oregon! Make Some Noise!
The XWF Universe continued to roar, as John nodded his approval at them, giving
those surrounding him a high five.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: Two weeks ago at Anarchy! I won the Blade Championship match, and here we are! And August? in I take took what's rightfully
Mine, and that's me bouncing back in retaining my Blade Championship First Blood match that's all this! XWF Universe! Because if anyone has any rights around here, it's The Man Nickle Charlie of you! So lemme break it down for ya!
John nodded at the XWF Universe as they continued to cheer, as he sat himself
back in his seat.
Surgeon of Thug| John Blade: The XWF has been around for ovah an year now, we know that's true.
But what's keeping it together? The XWF Universe; Charlie Nickle of you!
Where would we be if we didn't have the support of our loyal fans?
Not at Anarchy; that would never be a part of our plans!
Plans that only come to life because our XWF Universe shows up!
And yet here you are, trying to take from them, instead of filling their First Blood matches!
With that, it is not obligated to pour into yours, that's for sure.
But look around this Arena here Thursday; you can't keep them out of our XWF
door!
A door that opened many opportunities, which is why you should stay weary!
If they turn their back on us? Damn boy! There'd be no Man Nickle Charlie Nickle!
Man, where's your head at?! Do you even have the tiniest drop of class?
Clearly not, if you're sucking up to! Gross though,  who wants to suck an
old a**?!
True as they come, this XWF Universe stands by us and has our backs!
thinking you can make this all from them? Man, that's where your brain lacks!
Charlie, you ain't what you used to be! It's the wacky old man show!
you're not out for this no more! Just ask Thursday night Anarchy Thursday and
XWF August Twentieth!
You've done your part, and the XWF  is still something we can fix!
Especially now, before we have this First Blood match add him so-called era to the mix!
That's all we need; to Blade fighting Nickle for a First Blood match! The hell is that supposed to be?!
A bunch of crap, is what! But it's not gonna happen, because you won't get
through me!
We've been in the ring together before, Charlie Nickle, and you know what I can do.
And after you hit me with your finisher? There's no telling what I'm
gonna put you through!
Myself is off limits, man; you went way too far.
All I did was give your friend a Death Valley Drop,  , I didn't hit them with a damn wooden!
So, a table wasn't nice, and I'm not done making you pay!
You're not cut out to be in control of this XWF Universe, no matter what you have to
say!
You'd be nothing without these people; they pay to keep you here and give you
exposure!
Without them there'd be no The Man Nickle Charlie Nickle! No! it'd be Anarchy!
But you want to take their Spot? Keep dreaming, man,  The XWF is their ball!
And August third? Together, we'll hit you with that ball and watch you fall!
We're the best for August, I got the best support in my corner!
Including Charlie Nickle, that man, nobody needs to adorn me!
I'm taking control on Anarchy, for me and my fans for all of you!
Charlie Nickle? Trust me, there's nothing that you can do!
We're an unstoppable force when you mess with me and my friends!
The XWF Universe is my heart, and so, I'll rip you apart!
Bring it on, Charlie, this one will go down in history, it's worth the buck!
And if you think I'm coming up short? Well, I just don't give a F***!
John stood up, and the XWF Universe stood with him, cheering as he posed for
them.
]]> <![CDATA[A beautiful dog collar]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50387 Mon, 17 Aug 2026 17:53:30 -0700 Tommy Wish]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50387


[We see bootleg footage of “Yummy Dish” fluke victory against EC, then it cuts to Tommy in a mask and jumpsuit wearing a leash on his neck, as he crawls on all four to a woman who resembles Nikki Storm. He sits on in-between her legs, caressing her legs and feet, then the screen shows a snuff like film of “Yummy Dish” being buried alive alongside a grave with a “MC EC” right next to it. Then it cuts back to the room.]

Tha Freak: Hello all, I know you all aren't shocked to see me re adopt my freak persona, you see during my hiatus away from the ring. I felt that part was missing on my dome, feeling the thrill being another person that needs to be unleashed. My brother ended up dumped in the ground somewhere, damn shame he had to go out from this. I guess the wannabe Mc white rabbit, pinball playing bullshit spewing man. I won't give out his name, go look at tape when I tried to open up a man cave for those who wanna hang. I guess that one dude thought one game of pinball he's the next slim shady but without the talent.

[Then the mistress yanks his dog collar. Then he laughs at the pain, then he holds a portrait of Mr. Oz, in its pristine 8x10 glory.]

Tha Freak: i got this 8x10 from a convention a week ago, and they asked me to have him sign it. Have my opp sign it, and I told them I would do it. Even of i have to smear of his own blood be one as a fucked up di vinci paintings that will not be seen in the light of day, as I hold his portrait of a once close confidant, a so called brother of baddies, had now decided he got the juice now. Well Mr. Oz you might have longevity, relevancy, even the so called star power, hell damn well a Bona fide legend in this place, but I know those accomplishments don't mean much to you, and I too agree with that mindset. What I see is a zyatts sick reject who thinks that he has the world in his hands, well those hands will be cut off by me in an x-treme rulz stip. Am I afraid of you Oz?,  Am I so scared to speak out against you? Deep down inside, you might have the love of those supporters, but the same ones will be one who'd expect to sacrifice your body and sanity against a man like me.

[Then we see The freak using a lighter to burn the portrait of Mr. Oz as he watches it burn, laughing evilly.]

Tha Freak: Pray for yourself, pray that you'll find a way out of your torture against me this coming anarchy, because I'm not afraid to hurt people, even those who I once consider a baddie but now, those ties don't bind us as it once did. I could drop the Freak act and wish you the best, but that isn't going to be the case now. I want to hurt you Mr. Oz, hurt those who hurt others back as someone told me. You, my former confidant, need to learn that aspect of pain that you like to bring to others, and I will say that I will show you that pain you need to understand, chains and whips and blood oh my!

Somebody gonna die…obviously not 1st degree homicide, but a death of ones ego that tends to obscure the vision of what is real. Mr Oz, you might not have a a clue on that aspect, and I'll beat it out of you with God knows what I'll do in that ring, tha Freak is unleashed……

…..may your own God don't put you on a barbwire cross, because I'll make you rise on the 3rd day instead of a tomb, but a damn graveyard next to my brother and that wannabe mc guy.

[From there we see someone in an electric chair, falling off a building, and even simulated stabbing. Then it quickly cuts off the feed with a distorted laugh.]]]>


[We see bootleg footage of “Yummy Dish” fluke victory against EC, then it cuts to Tommy in a mask and jumpsuit wearing a leash on his neck, as he crawls on all four to a woman who resembles Nikki Storm. He sits on in-between her legs, caressing her legs and feet, then the screen shows a snuff like film of “Yummy Dish” being buried alive alongside a grave with a “MC EC” right next to it. Then it cuts back to the room.]

Tha Freak: Hello all, I know you all aren't shocked to see me re adopt my freak persona, you see during my hiatus away from the ring. I felt that part was missing on my dome, feeling the thrill being another person that needs to be unleashed. My brother ended up dumped in the ground somewhere, damn shame he had to go out from this. I guess the wannabe Mc white rabbit, pinball playing bullshit spewing man. I won't give out his name, go look at tape when I tried to open up a man cave for those who wanna hang. I guess that one dude thought one game of pinball he's the next slim shady but without the talent.

[Then the mistress yanks his dog collar. Then he laughs at the pain, then he holds a portrait of Mr. Oz, in its pristine 8x10 glory.]

Tha Freak: i got this 8x10 from a convention a week ago, and they asked me to have him sign it. Have my opp sign it, and I told them I would do it. Even of i have to smear of his own blood be one as a fucked up di vinci paintings that will not be seen in the light of day, as I hold his portrait of a once close confidant, a so called brother of baddies, had now decided he got the juice now. Well Mr. Oz you might have longevity, relevancy, even the so called star power, hell damn well a Bona fide legend in this place, but I know those accomplishments don't mean much to you, and I too agree with that mindset. What I see is a zyatts sick reject who thinks that he has the world in his hands, well those hands will be cut off by me in an x-treme rulz stip. Am I afraid of you Oz?,  Am I so scared to speak out against you? Deep down inside, you might have the love of those supporters, but the same ones will be one who'd expect to sacrifice your body and sanity against a man like me.

[Then we see The freak using a lighter to burn the portrait of Mr. Oz as he watches it burn, laughing evilly.]

Tha Freak: Pray for yourself, pray that you'll find a way out of your torture against me this coming anarchy, because I'm not afraid to hurt people, even those who I once consider a baddie but now, those ties don't bind us as it once did. I could drop the Freak act and wish you the best, but that isn't going to be the case now. I want to hurt you Mr. Oz, hurt those who hurt others back as someone told me. You, my former confidant, need to learn that aspect of pain that you like to bring to others, and I will say that I will show you that pain you need to understand, chains and whips and blood oh my!

Somebody gonna die…obviously not 1st degree homicide, but a death of ones ego that tends to obscure the vision of what is real. Mr Oz, you might not have a a clue on that aspect, and I'll beat it out of you with God knows what I'll do in that ring, tha Freak is unleashed……

…..may your own God don't put you on a barbwire cross, because I'll make you rise on the 3rd day instead of a tomb, but a damn graveyard next to my brother and that wannabe mc guy.

[From there we see someone in an electric chair, falling off a building, and even simulated stabbing. Then it quickly cuts off the feed with a distorted laugh.]]]>