<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Anarchy RP Board]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Sat, 31 Oct 2026 01:33:38 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Halloween is Coming]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50614 Thu, 29 Oct 2026 12:09:47 -0700 Jay Fetu]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50614 ''UUUUUUU- SOOOOOOOO''.
The Nashville crowd quickly to the feet, giving their Uce a great pop. They instantly sang along to
his music, quickly, shaking The Bridgestone Center. A few seconds later, the man thy were waiting
for appeared, proudly to announce a No'1 Contender's match. Main Event Jay Fetu stood next to
the fans who get out of their seats and once the beat dropped, they YEET'd with him.
Todd: Listen to this place, Bama T! It's Yeet, Nashville.
Bama T: He's  The Main Event for a reason, Todd. Everywhere he goes, the crowd loves
him.
Todd: And I'm sure he's been on  Cloud eight ever since he kept his Main Event name and defeated
and capturing the Main Event in that hellacious Special Main Event match he had with Edgecrusher.
Bama T: Jay's been fighting on his own since he took his Main Event name back from Edgecrusher.
and now on November fourth he will be in action when he pairs up with a Former Blade Champion
The Surgeon of Thug John Blade. when they compete in a tag team match against Clown From her army and Marisol Vilaro. for a No'1 Contender's for an Anarchy tag team Championship next week on Anarchy.
Jay already had an active night, but he wasn't done yet. He made his way down the steps,
acknowledging the XWF Universe while doing it. Jay jumped over the barricade, dappping up Todd n
Bama, then got into the ring. He climbed the turnbuckle and once the beat dropped once more,
the YEETBladenation began again.
Jay finally got down, grabbing a microphone and before he had a chance to say anything, the XWF Universe already knew what they wanted.
'' RUN IT BACK! RUN IT BACK!''
They wanted a YEET encore. Jay was an Uce of the people, that's exactly whst they were going to give them.
His music played. Uso went over to the turnbuckle and they did it once more. He would stop,
but the XWF Universe kept going as Jay would take in all the appreciation they were giving him.
He finally got back down, standing in the center of the ring as his music died down.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: Aye. Aye. Jus' because this is the first time since September twenty-ninth's
show that I ain't got a match, didn't mean I was gon' miss next week, because November fifth
is a special ya'll. It's not only the ninth hundred episode, but I got this
now, so wit' that bein' said... Nashville, Tennessee!
Current city pop! They know where Jay was going with this.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: The Arena Bridgestone. Main Event, and yo' boy John Blade, and Jay Fetu is now in yo' CITTYYYY!!!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: Ya'll, it feels pretty damn good to be sayin' that in front of ya'll, and yes I'll
admit right here I've been practicin' sayin' that in front of my mirror all week jus' because i wanted
it to be perfect fo' ya'll. Yeet.
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  Ya'll bein' rockin' wit' me since Day one I started this lone journey here
when I came to Warfare and Anarchy. Ya'll been through the trenches wit' me, the thick of it,
seen' my highs and lows. The battles I've been
in. The Short-comings. Ya'll been patient and never lost hope, neither did I. All that patience and
determination, never lettin' anyone put us down fo' long, led us to this moment right here, ya'll!
With a wide smile on his face, Jay proudly get an No'1 Undisputed Contenders match. Instead of a
Yeet chant, the XWF Universe loudly cheered and started a '' You Deserve It' chant.
Jay stood there while he looked around the arena, hearing the XWF universe get louder and louder.
Everything he's tried to do. Everything he's done, it all led up to this. He nodded, YEET'd and
continued.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: ' Appreciate the love ya'll, I Really do. When I stood there in the ring, across
from Edge crusher. I knew what i was gettin' myself into, ' specially in a Special Main Event match,
but as i looked at this man wit' no
remorse, all i could do is think 'bout happ'ned two weeks ago, how he had a helping' hand in costing
me a chance at Main Event. I hadda get ' em back. I hadda get my lick back, and I did exactly that.
Edge crusher. Locked down inside The Fetu Penitentiary I can finally move on knowing' what he did,
but job's ain't over just yet ya'll, we still got work to do.
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I ain't doin' it alone. In that locker room, I got a couple good folks who's
always got my back. Who's been ridin' wit' me, and they were the first ones to congratulate me
when i reached backstage after win at ' Anarchy. Got my Dawwwgggg, John Blade.
A quick '' Blade Blade Blade' chant started.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: My Opponent's, Clown From Her Army and Marisol Vilaro. I know ya'll seen
some tension back there wit' em after our tag match, but trust us, 'ish gon' work out and everythang will be just fine, once me and John. become you're new Undisputed No'1 Contender
but it ain't jus' ya'll and them We wanna give a shout-out towards. Somethin' else happ'ned that
brought a smile to my face. Somethin' I was proud to see, and that was Roger and Safari STU
gettin' a taste of there own medicine, ya'll.
Yeet!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I said a few months ago that it was time to stop Vilaro and Clown from her
army. That after everythang they did to me last year, what they be doin' now, I wanted to stop 'em
but I never fully got the chance, but they did. Shout-out to JB, ' The Surgeon of Thug what they did
at Nightmare of Anarchy. Ya'll, give it up fo' the plan
they made because even I didn't see any of it comin'
Jay hyped the crowd  up once more as they cheered. He clapped until finally bringing the mic
back to his lips.
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  Which Finally brings me to yo' ass Marisol Vilaro.
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  We told you. We warned you that karma was gon' get yo' ass and even
if it wasn't me doin' it, I couldn't wait to watch yo' ass downfall after every thang you've been doin'
'round here  and it happ'ned, Uce. We all saw it. Ya'll played us last year, looks like ya'll got played
this time 'round. Now you got no title, and yo' Clown From Her Army, is crumbling', and yeah I got
my first No'1 Undisputed Contender's defense to worry 'bout, but jus' like I got my lick back
'gainst Edge crusher. You think you two might be done wit' me, but nahhh Uce.
Jay chuckled, shaking his head.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: We jus' gettin' started gain', Uce, and as my friend would say, U WANT Some, Then COME GET SOME YEET!
YEET!
Jay dropped his microphone as his theme music blared once more. He climbed up the turnbuckle,
hyping the XWF Universe once more. They cheered loudly, singing his theme, Yeeting along with him to eventually the scene slowly fading out.
]]> ''UUUUUUU- SOOOOOOOO''.
The Nashville crowd quickly to the feet, giving their Uce a great pop. They instantly sang along to
his music, quickly, shaking The Bridgestone Center. A few seconds later, the man thy were waiting
for appeared, proudly to announce a No'1 Contender's match. Main Event Jay Fetu stood next to
the fans who get out of their seats and once the beat dropped, they YEET'd with him.
Todd: Listen to this place, Bama T! It's Yeet, Nashville.
Bama T: He's  The Main Event for a reason, Todd. Everywhere he goes, the crowd loves
him.
Todd: And I'm sure he's been on  Cloud eight ever since he kept his Main Event name and defeated
and capturing the Main Event in that hellacious Special Main Event match he had with Edgecrusher.
Bama T: Jay's been fighting on his own since he took his Main Event name back from Edgecrusher.
and now on November fourth he will be in action when he pairs up with a Former Blade Champion
The Surgeon of Thug John Blade. when they compete in a tag team match against Clown From her army and Marisol Vilaro. for a No'1 Contender's for an Anarchy tag team Championship next week on Anarchy.
Jay already had an active night, but he wasn't done yet. He made his way down the steps,
acknowledging the XWF Universe while doing it. Jay jumped over the barricade, dappping up Todd n
Bama, then got into the ring. He climbed the turnbuckle and once the beat dropped once more,
the YEETBladenation began again.
Jay finally got down, grabbing a microphone and before he had a chance to say anything, the XWF Universe already knew what they wanted.
'' RUN IT BACK! RUN IT BACK!''
They wanted a YEET encore. Jay was an Uce of the people, that's exactly whst they were going to give them.
His music played. Uso went over to the turnbuckle and they did it once more. He would stop,
but the XWF Universe kept going as Jay would take in all the appreciation they were giving him.
He finally got back down, standing in the center of the ring as his music died down.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: Aye. Aye. Jus' because this is the first time since September twenty-ninth's
show that I ain't got a match, didn't mean I was gon' miss next week, because November fifth
is a special ya'll. It's not only the ninth hundred episode, but I got this
now, so wit' that bein' said... Nashville, Tennessee!
Current city pop! They know where Jay was going with this.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: The Arena Bridgestone. Main Event, and yo' boy John Blade, and Jay Fetu is now in yo' CITTYYYY!!!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: Ya'll, it feels pretty damn good to be sayin' that in front of ya'll, and yes I'll
admit right here I've been practicin' sayin' that in front of my mirror all week jus' because i wanted
it to be perfect fo' ya'll. Yeet.
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  Ya'll bein' rockin' wit' me since Day one I started this lone journey here
when I came to Warfare and Anarchy. Ya'll been through the trenches wit' me, the thick of it,
seen' my highs and lows. The battles I've been
in. The Short-comings. Ya'll been patient and never lost hope, neither did I. All that patience and
determination, never lettin' anyone put us down fo' long, led us to this moment right here, ya'll!
With a wide smile on his face, Jay proudly get an No'1 Undisputed Contenders match. Instead of a
Yeet chant, the XWF Universe loudly cheered and started a '' You Deserve It' chant.
Jay stood there while he looked around the arena, hearing the XWF universe get louder and louder.
Everything he's tried to do. Everything he's done, it all led up to this. He nodded, YEET'd and
continued.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: ' Appreciate the love ya'll, I Really do. When I stood there in the ring, across
from Edge crusher. I knew what i was gettin' myself into, ' specially in a Special Main Event match,
but as i looked at this man wit' no
remorse, all i could do is think 'bout happ'ned two weeks ago, how he had a helping' hand in costing
me a chance at Main Event. I hadda get ' em back. I hadda get my lick back, and I did exactly that.
Edge crusher. Locked down inside The Fetu Penitentiary I can finally move on knowing' what he did,
but job's ain't over just yet ya'll, we still got work to do.
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I ain't doin' it alone. In that locker room, I got a couple good folks who's
always got my back. Who's been ridin' wit' me, and they were the first ones to congratulate me
when i reached backstage after win at ' Anarchy. Got my Dawwwgggg, John Blade.
A quick '' Blade Blade Blade' chant started.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: My Opponent's, Clown From Her Army and Marisol Vilaro. I know ya'll seen
some tension back there wit' em after our tag match, but trust us, 'ish gon' work out and everythang will be just fine, once me and John. become you're new Undisputed No'1 Contender
but it ain't jus' ya'll and them We wanna give a shout-out towards. Somethin' else happ'ned that
brought a smile to my face. Somethin' I was proud to see, and that was Roger and Safari STU
gettin' a taste of there own medicine, ya'll.
Yeet!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I said a few months ago that it was time to stop Vilaro and Clown from her
army. That after everythang they did to me last year, what they be doin' now, I wanted to stop 'em
but I never fully got the chance, but they did. Shout-out to JB, ' The Surgeon of Thug what they did
at Nightmare of Anarchy. Ya'll, give it up fo' the plan
they made because even I didn't see any of it comin'
Jay hyped the crowd  up once more as they cheered. He clapped until finally bringing the mic
back to his lips.
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  Which Finally brings me to yo' ass Marisol Vilaro.
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  We told you. We warned you that karma was gon' get yo' ass and even
if it wasn't me doin' it, I couldn't wait to watch yo' ass downfall after every thang you've been doin'
'round here  and it happ'ned, Uce. We all saw it. Ya'll played us last year, looks like ya'll got played
this time 'round. Now you got no title, and yo' Clown From Her Army, is crumbling', and yeah I got
my first No'1 Undisputed Contender's defense to worry 'bout, but jus' like I got my lick back
'gainst Edge crusher. You think you two might be done wit' me, but nahhh Uce.
Jay chuckled, shaking his head.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: We jus' gettin' started gain', Uce, and as my friend would say, U WANT Some, Then COME GET SOME YEET!
YEET!
Jay dropped his microphone as his theme music blared once more. He climbed up the turnbuckle,
hyping the XWF Universe once more. They cheered loudly, singing his theme, Yeeting along with him to eventually the scene slowly fading out.
]]> <![CDATA[EXIT WOUNDS]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50612 Wed, 28 Oct 2026 15:11:28 -0700 Miss Furry]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50612 [Image: YrNXjcX.jpeg]

Location: Nashville, Tennessee.

Furry came to Nashville early to scout the location of her next title defense. The rules are simple enough. First person to leave the entertainment district with the Anarchy Championship wins.

She's recording a little something for her opponents while she walks.

And then some guy backs out of a bar without looking and walks right into her injured shoulder.

"OW! Hey! Watch where you're going!"

Furry waits for the pain to settle before turning her attention back to the camera. The black eye Charlie Nickles gave her is still there, but faded.

"Well, at least that one was an accident...

Last time you saw me, I was talking about breaking the record for the longest Anarchy Championship reign. I went through the curtain feeling pretty pleased with myself. Then Charlie Nickles sent me right back through it.

He kicked, stomped, and bounced me off the entrance stage. My championship was sitting right there. Didn't even touch it. He wasn't interested.

I was so busy looking ahead I wasn't watching my surroundings. Stupid. I'd rather not do that twice.

And now I've got two people who actually DO want my championship.

Deacon, you and Vita just went through that whole nightmare looking for the Anarchy Tag Championships. Survived Freddy Krueger, found the belts, and after all that, neither of you left with one.

Roger did.

Now you get another treasure hunt. Only this time, I'm the one with the claws, and I'm not gonna be standing there waiting for you to pick it up.

You and Vita knew those championships were a trap. You even said so! 'Obviously,' I believe was your exact word.

But when you finally reached the belts, what did you do? You reached for them anyway! Vita had to grab your wrist to stop you.

And I don't blame you for going down those stairs. You had to find the championships somehow.

But Deacon, there's a difference between walking into a trap because you have to and leaping right into one because you can't help yourself."

A guy in a cowboy hat has stopped beside her. He's holding a pink drink and looking at her championship.

"Is that real gold? Can I hold it?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

He touches it anyway.

Furry grabs his wrist, but he jerks away, spilling half his drink down the front of her shirt. The championship slips off her shoulder and hits the sidewalk.

"HEY! What the hell's wrong with you?"

"ME? You're the one who grabbed me!"

"You assaulted me!"

Now people are looking. Somebody's recording on their phone. The guy's getting louder, too.

Furry starts toward him, but stops when she notices a woman bending down to examine her championship.

"Oh! No, no, no. That's mine, thank you!"

She retrieves the belt. The cowboy is still running his mouth, telling everybody she's crazy.

Furry considers going back to straighten him out. Instead, she walks away.

"Wonderful. Twenty minutes in and I've already been assaulted by a strawberry margarita.

I could've spent the next ten arguing with that guy. Maybe even knocked him on his backside.

And while I was busy doing that, somebody else could've walked off with my championship.

You had Vita to stop you from making a dumb mistake. I've got nobody... and this time, neither do you."

A bachelorette party comes down the sidewalk in matching pink cowboy hats. One spots Furry.

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU A CAT?"

"No... I'm a giraffe."

"OH MY GOD! I KNEW IT!"

They wander away, thrilled with themselves.

"Well. Good for them.

Speaking of people who think they've got everything figured out. Librarian!

I watched your match with Razor Blade. Listened to what you said about him, too. You knew how his story ended before you'd even read it. 

Predictable.

Then he hit the Blade Rose, stuffed you in a body bag, and nearly zipped it shut.

Didn't see that chapter coming, huh?

Guess not, because Jamison had to knock a bookshelf over on Razor to save you. And after everything you said about Razor, it's a little embarrassing, to say the least.

Maybe let Jamison do the reading next time?

Bring him to Nashville, too. I'm expecting him. I'd be pretty silly to ignore the man who saved your only victory.

And now, after one match, you're getting a shot at my championship? That's pretty impressive!

For Jamison, I mean."

A crowd spills out of another bar. Furry moves before they surround her.

"Here's what worries me about you two. You can absolutely work together long enough to put me down. I don't like it, but pretending otherwise won't help.

What I don't believe is that you'll help each other all the way out of Nashville. One belt. The moment one of you takes it, the other has a new enemy to contend with.

Look at my match with Centurion. The ladder wound up on the floor, I wound up dangling from the strap like an idiot, and somehow I still got the championship down.

Wasn't exactly how I planned it, but hey, it worked.

And at Relentless, Apathy had her hands on it. I was one mistake from losing it. So I did something about it. Nearly broke both our necks, but it worked.

That's what I know how to do. I look for an opening. If it's there, I take it.

I don't know exactly what's gonna happen in Nashville. Neither do you. That's the Librarian's problem, isn't it? Thinking she already knows how everything's going to end.

Both of you needed someone to save you. 

Me? I didn't get saved. 

But Charlie DID knock some sense into me.

And as for that record I'm chasing?

Well, I think I've spent enough time worrying about how long I'll be champion.

I'd better concentrate on making sure I remain one."

Furry adjusts the championship on her good shoulder and continues down Broadway.

A few steps later, she glances behind her.

Nobody's following.

Good.

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Location: Nashville, Tennessee.

Furry came to Nashville early to scout the location of her next title defense. The rules are simple enough. First person to leave the entertainment district with the Anarchy Championship wins.

She's recording a little something for her opponents while she walks.

And then some guy backs out of a bar without looking and walks right into her injured shoulder.

"OW! Hey! Watch where you're going!"

Furry waits for the pain to settle before turning her attention back to the camera. The black eye Charlie Nickles gave her is still there, but faded.

"Well, at least that one was an accident...

Last time you saw me, I was talking about breaking the record for the longest Anarchy Championship reign. I went through the curtain feeling pretty pleased with myself. Then Charlie Nickles sent me right back through it.

He kicked, stomped, and bounced me off the entrance stage. My championship was sitting right there. Didn't even touch it. He wasn't interested.

I was so busy looking ahead I wasn't watching my surroundings. Stupid. I'd rather not do that twice.

And now I've got two people who actually DO want my championship.

Deacon, you and Vita just went through that whole nightmare looking for the Anarchy Tag Championships. Survived Freddy Krueger, found the belts, and after all that, neither of you left with one.

Roger did.

Now you get another treasure hunt. Only this time, I'm the one with the claws, and I'm not gonna be standing there waiting for you to pick it up.

You and Vita knew those championships were a trap. You even said so! 'Obviously,' I believe was your exact word.

But when you finally reached the belts, what did you do? You reached for them anyway! Vita had to grab your wrist to stop you.

And I don't blame you for going down those stairs. You had to find the championships somehow.

But Deacon, there's a difference between walking into a trap because you have to and leaping right into one because you can't help yourself."

A guy in a cowboy hat has stopped beside her. He's holding a pink drink and looking at her championship.

"Is that real gold? Can I hold it?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

He touches it anyway.

Furry grabs his wrist, but he jerks away, spilling half his drink down the front of her shirt. The championship slips off her shoulder and hits the sidewalk.

"HEY! What the hell's wrong with you?"

"ME? You're the one who grabbed me!"

"You assaulted me!"

Now people are looking. Somebody's recording on their phone. The guy's getting louder, too.

Furry starts toward him, but stops when she notices a woman bending down to examine her championship.

"Oh! No, no, no. That's mine, thank you!"

She retrieves the belt. The cowboy is still running his mouth, telling everybody she's crazy.

Furry considers going back to straighten him out. Instead, she walks away.

"Wonderful. Twenty minutes in and I've already been assaulted by a strawberry margarita.

I could've spent the next ten arguing with that guy. Maybe even knocked him on his backside.

And while I was busy doing that, somebody else could've walked off with my championship.

You had Vita to stop you from making a dumb mistake. I've got nobody... and this time, neither do you."

A bachelorette party comes down the sidewalk in matching pink cowboy hats. One spots Furry.

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU A CAT?"

"No... I'm a giraffe."

"OH MY GOD! I KNEW IT!"

They wander away, thrilled with themselves.

"Well. Good for them.

Speaking of people who think they've got everything figured out. Librarian!

I watched your match with Razor Blade. Listened to what you said about him, too. You knew how his story ended before you'd even read it. 

Predictable.

Then he hit the Blade Rose, stuffed you in a body bag, and nearly zipped it shut.

Didn't see that chapter coming, huh?

Guess not, because Jamison had to knock a bookshelf over on Razor to save you. And after everything you said about Razor, it's a little embarrassing, to say the least.

Maybe let Jamison do the reading next time?

Bring him to Nashville, too. I'm expecting him. I'd be pretty silly to ignore the man who saved your only victory.

And now, after one match, you're getting a shot at my championship? That's pretty impressive!

For Jamison, I mean."

A crowd spills out of another bar. Furry moves before they surround her.

"Here's what worries me about you two. You can absolutely work together long enough to put me down. I don't like it, but pretending otherwise won't help.

What I don't believe is that you'll help each other all the way out of Nashville. One belt. The moment one of you takes it, the other has a new enemy to contend with.

Look at my match with Centurion. The ladder wound up on the floor, I wound up dangling from the strap like an idiot, and somehow I still got the championship down.

Wasn't exactly how I planned it, but hey, it worked.

And at Relentless, Apathy had her hands on it. I was one mistake from losing it. So I did something about it. Nearly broke both our necks, but it worked.

That's what I know how to do. I look for an opening. If it's there, I take it.

I don't know exactly what's gonna happen in Nashville. Neither do you. That's the Librarian's problem, isn't it? Thinking she already knows how everything's going to end.

Both of you needed someone to save you. 

Me? I didn't get saved. 

But Charlie DID knock some sense into me.

And as for that record I'm chasing?

Well, I think I've spent enough time worrying about how long I'll be champion.

I'd better concentrate on making sure I remain one."

Furry adjusts the championship on her good shoulder and continues down Broadway.

A few steps later, she glances behind her.

Nobody's following.

Good.

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]]> <![CDATA[VILARO SERIOUS]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50601 Tue, 20 Oct 2026 21:15:09 -0700 Ennui Clown]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50601
JC: She did it! Summer Page is now a TWO-TIME Revolution Champion!

JR: And Mari lost the lucha de apuestas! That means…

…Mari cradles her leg as the official takes the belt from the timekeeper…

Summer moves to the center of the ring, smirking confidently…

…Mari stews furiously as the official meekly offers her the belt.

Mari snatches it from him!

She peers around viciously as the crowd buzzes, knowing what’s to come.

Summer guffaws as she places her hands on her hips…

Mari literally holds her nose…

As she clasps the belt around Summer’s waist!

JC: She did it! Mari put the belt around Summer’s waist!

JR: Knowing how bitter their rivalry is, that might have hurt even worse than the Perfect 10!

Mari immediately takes hand sanitizer from Nessa to wipe herself clean of that moment, already plotting as she retreats up the ramp!


”BAH!”

WHAM! A plastic pink Vilaro SHAKE-N-MOVE shaker cup COLLIDES with the screen, coating the image in vanilla white MARI-zipan protein shake.

”How dare they humiliate me like that… With a stipulation I NEVER AGREED TO!”

…The old Relentless contract sits on her magnificent mahogany desk with her signature just below the Luchas de Apuestas stipulation.

”FAKE NEWS! I THOUGHT THAT STIPULATION MEANT SUMMER WOULD PUT THE BELT ON MARI! I DIDN’T THINK IT APPLIED TO MARI PUTTING THE BELT ON HER!”

Mari punts the contract into the wall, where it falls into the paper shredder and gets turned into mulch.

Mari’s perfectly manicured fingernails dig into the pinstripe arms of her velour purple MARI-velous CEO brand Suit for Businesswomen.

”They all have Mari Derangement Syndrome! They’re all out to get Mari!” Mari fumes, staring daggers into the screen as Summer lifts the belt… what had been her belt… to the screaming masses.

”To make Mari a laughingstock!” Mari spins behind her! ”Could you ever imagine ANYONE laughing at MARI?!?”

…

Behind Mari is Butler Clown, wearing a pinstripe polka dot suit. He’s carrying a tray of hors d'oeuvres.

…

Wait, no, he’s carrying a tray of horse curves.

On the tray are pictures of horses wearing one-piece swimsuits designed to show off their curves.

The top image in the stack looks like a dog biting the horse’s swimsuit like the Coppertone sunscreen logo.

The horse looks FURIOUS.

”IS THAT SOME KIND OF JOKE?!? DO YOU THINK MARI IS A JOKE?!?”

Butler Clown raises his finger and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something.

…

He presses down on his nose.

It honks.

” SILENCIO!”

Marisol smacks the tray out of Butler Clown’s hands!

The horse pictures go flying in all directions!

“I am a SERIOUS CEO! A SERIOUS WOMAN! Behold my empire at work!”

She moves to the edge of the executive suite and throws the curtains open to view the factory floor.

…It is a fucking MADHOUSE.

The clowns on the assembly line are holding an assembly.

“As Principal Clown!” starts an old wizened clown. “I am proud to announce that this year’s valedictorian clown is… Access-to-the-School-Database Clown!”

The clowns clap their hands, which honk at absurdly loud volumes as AttSD Clown takes the stage.

“Thank you! And may I just say… `Mari'); DROP TABLE ACTION_FIGURES; –”

Suddenly, the table upon which a tower of Mari action figures sits disappears! Action figures go scattering everywhere!

Meanwhile, a clown working the assembly line grabs two pieces and jams them together to make Mari’s dumbbell tower product.

He tries to assemble more but the pieces come faster and faster! He starts heaving his chest.

“I didn’t realize putting together exercise stuff WAS exercise! *sigh* Maybe I’m Outta Shape Clown…”

The clown beside him taps him on the shoulder!

“No, THAT’s Outta Shape Clown!”

He points to a clown that has nine straight sides and somehow all of her angles add up to 672 degrees. Don’t try to picture her, she’s geometrically impossible.

Outta Shape Clown SLAPS both of them with a rubber glove.

“You try having three clown kids and see if YOUR angles still equal the number of your sides times one-hundred-eighty degrees!”

”WHAT IS THIS?!”

The clownfoolery suddenly stops at once!

Mari stomps down the staircase to her factory floor!

”All of you, FALL IN LINE!”

The clowns scramble to reach line formation…

One of them trips over shoelaces!


They all fall…

And wind up in a perfect vertical line formation!

”What is wrong with you clowns?!? All of these shenanigans! This buffoonery! No one told Mari clowns would be this… what is this word Mari is looking for…?”

…Cough Clown clowns.

“Funny?” Suggestion Clown suggests.

“BLEH!” Mari sneers furiously. “Dis-GUSTING word! Fun-KNEEE!?!” Mari says ‘funny’ like it’s a foreign word she’s never pronounced in her life.

“Mari is NOT Fun-KNEEE!!!! No one LAUGHS at Mari! Everyone MARVELS at Mari! Everyone WORSHIPS Mari! Everyone BASKS in the glory that Mari EXUDES!”

Mari points forcefully!

“ALL OF YOU! BOW TO MARI NOW!”

The Clowns scramble off the floor, rushing to bow!

Quickly Bows Clown bows quickly, drawing his head toward the ground.

Which naturally draws his backfoot into the air, catching Slapstick Clown under the jaw, who bowls over into Bowling Pins Clown 1 through 10, who all scatter down the floor!

“STEEEEE-RIKE!” Calls out Bowling Alley Announcer Clown.

“SILENCE!” Mari screams through the megaphone!

The clowns quickly stand and salute in terror.

“NO MORE JOKES! NO MORE Fun-KNEEE-NESS! You clowns are ambassadors of the Mari brand now! You are EXTENSIONS of Mari! And NO ONE LAUGHS AT MARI!”

…Mari snorts.

“YOUR TRAINING STARTS TODAY!”


A legion of clowns stands in the VilaroFit gym.

Mari drops a pair of dumbbells on the ground.

“YOUR CLOWN ARMS ARE NOW MARI’S ARMS. AND MARI’S ARMS SHOULD BE STRONG.”

Mari points down.

“LIFT THESE WEIGHTS.”

…The clowns turn away from the weights and huddle.

Collectively, they nod and shake hands, before selecting…

Forklift-Certified Clown!

FCC rolls his forklift forward and presses the button to set his forklift under the weights…

He Liiiiiiiiiii…

…

LIIIIIIIIIIIII…

…

FCC scratches his chin.

The forklift itself wipes his forehead clear of sweat.

FCC spits on his hands and rubs them together.

His forklift spits on its fork tines and rubs them together.

They LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFT…

SO HARD THAT THE FLOOR COMES OFF THE GROUND!

…

But the weights remain exactly where they were.


WHISTLE!

“YOUR LUNGS BELONG TO MARI! YOU WILL RUN UNTIL THEY ARE HEALTHY LIKE MARI!”

The clowns run around a track. Mari rides in a saddle atop Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown (which is actually three clowns dressed as two clowns in two person horse costume).

“RUN, YOU CLOWNS! YOU CAN’T LAUGH IF YOU CAN’T BREATHE!”

Quickness Clown actually manages a decent running technique, leading out in front of the pack.

By the racetrack’s lap line, Quick Snack Clown finishes a banana and throws the peel over his shoulder onto the track.

Quickness Clown SLIIIIIIIIIIIPS on the banana peel! Straight into Somersault Clown, who does a somersault into Surprised Leap Clown, who leaps onto Clown Horse, the horse who was raised by clowns!

Suddenly, Clown Horse and Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown are running neck and neck along the track!

“Coming around the bend, it’s Clown Horse, followed by Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown, followed by a “Long List of Other Clowns”, followed by “A Punchline”, followed by “Wait, No, The Bit is still Going”, followed by “Followed by”, followed by “The Follower of Followed By”, followed by “Follower of Followed By’s Twitter Followers”!”

Follower of Followed By is trailed by a group of clowns all locked on their phones tweeting behind him.

“Faster! Mari does not lose!”

Mari whips the backside of her Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown with a riding crop!

“...MMMMMMMMMMM…” says the middle clown of the three clowns that make up Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown.

Or, as he’ll be known after today, Just-Discovered-He-Has-The-Most-Specific-Fetish Clown.

Surprised Leap Clown and Mari are neck-and-neck!

“It’s gonna be a photo finish!” Horserace Announcer Clown calls out!

Family Photographer Clown sets up at the finish line with his camera and his little birdie…

“Actually, let’s get the whole family in the shot!”

All the clowns scramble to get to the finish line, setting up for a family photo at the finish line

AS THAT MOMENT MARI SCRAMBLES OVER THE CLOWN FAMILY PHOTO!

FLASH!


”Let Mari tell you something!”

Mari is standing back in her board room, sitting in her executive chair.

A clown is holding each of her hands, filing her cuticles down to perfection.

”Mari, with her army of cheap of labor, is about to take over the entire tag division on this sorry brand they call Anarchy!”

“Look at Mari’s competition and feel disgust and shame!”

Chooses-His-Words-Carefully Clown scratches his chin thoughtfully.

”I dunno… I mean, the other teams seem okay!”

Mari grabs CHWC Clown by his purple nose and pulls him toward her face.

”If you like JOKES! WHO HERE LIKES JOKES?!?”

…Appreciates-the-Classics Clown slowly starts to raise his hand.

”NO ONE! THAT’S WHO!”

Appreciates-the-Classics Clown slowly lowers his hand.

”Woke Mind Virus! You sorry fools! Fretting about your pronouns! Mari only uses ONE pronoun and that is MARI! And that goes for all of Mari’s minions! ALL PRONOUNS ARE MARI!”

…Politically Correct Clown’s eyes widen!

”Wait, so you… er, I mean… Wait…”

PC Clown takes a breath, closing his eyes to concentrate.

”So, MARI means that when MARI and all of MARI only use MARI, that includes every…Mari?”

”Now, you’re getting it!”

”Actually, MARI’s getting it!”

”NEVER CORRECT ME!” Mari punts PC Clown in the chest! He slides backwards into a gender-neutral bathroom!

”Then, Roger and Safari Stu! With all you hijinx! Mari SPITS on your hijinx!”

Spitoon Clown HAAAAAAACKS up and SPITS into a spitoon!

F’TAAANG!

”You two are jokes! And Mari DESPISES jokes! Laughter is a poison that distracts the public from the glory that is MARI!”

“All of your silly adventures through space and battling nincompoops! Mari is no nincompoop! Mari is the QUEEN of VilaroFit! Mari is destined to rule the tag division with an iron fist!”

Iron Fist Clown, the clown with an iron fist, tries to raise his fist in the air…

…But his fist is really heavy, as it is made of iron, so it drags down by the floor.

…Mari eyes Iron Fist Clown.

She turns toward Training Dummy Clown.

“You! Stand here!”

Training Dummy Clown stands in front of Mari.

Mari picks up Iron Fist’s Clown hand for him…

WHAM! She hits Training Dummy Clown with Iron Fist Clown’s Iron Fist!

His whole face gets knocked inside out as he goes flying like a burst balloon.

…Mari drops Iron Fist Clown’s iron fist, which falls back to the floor with a thud.

”You shall be my partner, fool.”

Iron Fist Clown tries to lift his thumb to give a thumbs up.

Unfortunately, his thumb is made of iron and he cannot lift it.

”Finally… Vita. Deacon St. John.”

”With all your silly little monster hijinx! Battling vampires! Leading ghost tours! Bigfoot roommates! FEH!”

“You chase after so-called monsters, when the one you should fear is MARI!”

“MARI is the GODDESS that tantalizes you in your dreams!”

“MARI is the DEMON that plagues your nightmares!”

Above her, Mari sees a golden championship belt…

Mari snaps her fingers.

In unison, the clowns make a human pyramid…

Mari walks up the backs of the clowns to ascend…

And within seconds she has the belt.

“And when Thursday comes and the final bell tolls, MARI will stand supreme over ALL!”

“MARI will be the NEW ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!”

“And NO ONE WILL LAUGH AT MARI!”

As Mari lifts her belt to the camera.

The Clown Pyramid collapses like a house of cards.

With a whoopee cushion sound.]]>
JC: She did it! Summer Page is now a TWO-TIME Revolution Champion!

JR: And Mari lost the lucha de apuestas! That means…

…Mari cradles her leg as the official takes the belt from the timekeeper…

Summer moves to the center of the ring, smirking confidently…

…Mari stews furiously as the official meekly offers her the belt.

Mari snatches it from him!

She peers around viciously as the crowd buzzes, knowing what’s to come.

Summer guffaws as she places her hands on her hips…

Mari literally holds her nose…

As she clasps the belt around Summer’s waist!

JC: She did it! Mari put the belt around Summer’s waist!

JR: Knowing how bitter their rivalry is, that might have hurt even worse than the Perfect 10!

Mari immediately takes hand sanitizer from Nessa to wipe herself clean of that moment, already plotting as she retreats up the ramp!


”BAH!”

WHAM! A plastic pink Vilaro SHAKE-N-MOVE shaker cup COLLIDES with the screen, coating the image in vanilla white MARI-zipan protein shake.

”How dare they humiliate me like that… With a stipulation I NEVER AGREED TO!”

…The old Relentless contract sits on her magnificent mahogany desk with her signature just below the Luchas de Apuestas stipulation.

”FAKE NEWS! I THOUGHT THAT STIPULATION MEANT SUMMER WOULD PUT THE BELT ON MARI! I DIDN’T THINK IT APPLIED TO MARI PUTTING THE BELT ON HER!”

Mari punts the contract into the wall, where it falls into the paper shredder and gets turned into mulch.

Mari’s perfectly manicured fingernails dig into the pinstripe arms of her velour purple MARI-velous CEO brand Suit for Businesswomen.

”They all have Mari Derangement Syndrome! They’re all out to get Mari!” Mari fumes, staring daggers into the screen as Summer lifts the belt… what had been her belt… to the screaming masses.

”To make Mari a laughingstock!” Mari spins behind her! ”Could you ever imagine ANYONE laughing at MARI?!?”

…

Behind Mari is Butler Clown, wearing a pinstripe polka dot suit. He’s carrying a tray of hors d'oeuvres.

…

Wait, no, he’s carrying a tray of horse curves.

On the tray are pictures of horses wearing one-piece swimsuits designed to show off their curves.

The top image in the stack looks like a dog biting the horse’s swimsuit like the Coppertone sunscreen logo.

The horse looks FURIOUS.

”IS THAT SOME KIND OF JOKE?!? DO YOU THINK MARI IS A JOKE?!?”

Butler Clown raises his finger and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something.

…

He presses down on his nose.

It honks.

” SILENCIO!”

Marisol smacks the tray out of Butler Clown’s hands!

The horse pictures go flying in all directions!

“I am a SERIOUS CEO! A SERIOUS WOMAN! Behold my empire at work!”

She moves to the edge of the executive suite and throws the curtains open to view the factory floor.

…It is a fucking MADHOUSE.

The clowns on the assembly line are holding an assembly.

“As Principal Clown!” starts an old wizened clown. “I am proud to announce that this year’s valedictorian clown is… Access-to-the-School-Database Clown!”

The clowns clap their hands, which honk at absurdly loud volumes as AttSD Clown takes the stage.

“Thank you! And may I just say… `Mari'); DROP TABLE ACTION_FIGURES; –”

Suddenly, the table upon which a tower of Mari action figures sits disappears! Action figures go scattering everywhere!

Meanwhile, a clown working the assembly line grabs two pieces and jams them together to make Mari’s dumbbell tower product.

He tries to assemble more but the pieces come faster and faster! He starts heaving his chest.

“I didn’t realize putting together exercise stuff WAS exercise! *sigh* Maybe I’m Outta Shape Clown…”

The clown beside him taps him on the shoulder!

“No, THAT’s Outta Shape Clown!”

He points to a clown that has nine straight sides and somehow all of her angles add up to 672 degrees. Don’t try to picture her, she’s geometrically impossible.

Outta Shape Clown SLAPS both of them with a rubber glove.

“You try having three clown kids and see if YOUR angles still equal the number of your sides times one-hundred-eighty degrees!”

”WHAT IS THIS?!”

The clownfoolery suddenly stops at once!

Mari stomps down the staircase to her factory floor!

”All of you, FALL IN LINE!”

The clowns scramble to reach line formation…

One of them trips over shoelaces!


They all fall…

And wind up in a perfect vertical line formation!

”What is wrong with you clowns?!? All of these shenanigans! This buffoonery! No one told Mari clowns would be this… what is this word Mari is looking for…?”

…Cough Clown clowns.

“Funny?” Suggestion Clown suggests.

“BLEH!” Mari sneers furiously. “Dis-GUSTING word! Fun-KNEEE!?!” Mari says ‘funny’ like it’s a foreign word she’s never pronounced in her life.

“Mari is NOT Fun-KNEEE!!!! No one LAUGHS at Mari! Everyone MARVELS at Mari! Everyone WORSHIPS Mari! Everyone BASKS in the glory that Mari EXUDES!”

Mari points forcefully!

“ALL OF YOU! BOW TO MARI NOW!”

The Clowns scramble off the floor, rushing to bow!

Quickly Bows Clown bows quickly, drawing his head toward the ground.

Which naturally draws his backfoot into the air, catching Slapstick Clown under the jaw, who bowls over into Bowling Pins Clown 1 through 10, who all scatter down the floor!

“STEEEEE-RIKE!” Calls out Bowling Alley Announcer Clown.

“SILENCE!” Mari screams through the megaphone!

The clowns quickly stand and salute in terror.

“NO MORE JOKES! NO MORE Fun-KNEEE-NESS! You clowns are ambassadors of the Mari brand now! You are EXTENSIONS of Mari! And NO ONE LAUGHS AT MARI!”

…Mari snorts.

“YOUR TRAINING STARTS TODAY!”


A legion of clowns stands in the VilaroFit gym.

Mari drops a pair of dumbbells on the ground.

“YOUR CLOWN ARMS ARE NOW MARI’S ARMS. AND MARI’S ARMS SHOULD BE STRONG.”

Mari points down.

“LIFT THESE WEIGHTS.”

…The clowns turn away from the weights and huddle.

Collectively, they nod and shake hands, before selecting…

Forklift-Certified Clown!

FCC rolls his forklift forward and presses the button to set his forklift under the weights…

He Liiiiiiiiiii…

…

LIIIIIIIIIIIII…

…

FCC scratches his chin.

The forklift itself wipes his forehead clear of sweat.

FCC spits on his hands and rubs them together.

His forklift spits on its fork tines and rubs them together.

They LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFT…

SO HARD THAT THE FLOOR COMES OFF THE GROUND!

…

But the weights remain exactly where they were.


WHISTLE!

“YOUR LUNGS BELONG TO MARI! YOU WILL RUN UNTIL THEY ARE HEALTHY LIKE MARI!”

The clowns run around a track. Mari rides in a saddle atop Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown (which is actually three clowns dressed as two clowns in two person horse costume).

“RUN, YOU CLOWNS! YOU CAN’T LAUGH IF YOU CAN’T BREATHE!”

Quickness Clown actually manages a decent running technique, leading out in front of the pack.

By the racetrack’s lap line, Quick Snack Clown finishes a banana and throws the peel over his shoulder onto the track.

Quickness Clown SLIIIIIIIIIIIPS on the banana peel! Straight into Somersault Clown, who does a somersault into Surprised Leap Clown, who leaps onto Clown Horse, the horse who was raised by clowns!

Suddenly, Clown Horse and Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown are running neck and neck along the track!

“Coming around the bend, it’s Clown Horse, followed by Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown, followed by a “Long List of Other Clowns”, followed by “A Punchline”, followed by “Wait, No, The Bit is still Going”, followed by “Followed by”, followed by “The Follower of Followed By”, followed by “Follower of Followed By’s Twitter Followers”!”

Follower of Followed By is trailed by a group of clowns all locked on their phones tweeting behind him.

“Faster! Mari does not lose!”

Mari whips the backside of her Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown with a riding crop!

“...MMMMMMMMMMM…” says the middle clown of the three clowns that make up Two-Clowns-in-a-Two-Person-Horse-Costume Clown.

Or, as he’ll be known after today, Just-Discovered-He-Has-The-Most-Specific-Fetish Clown.

Surprised Leap Clown and Mari are neck-and-neck!

“It’s gonna be a photo finish!” Horserace Announcer Clown calls out!

Family Photographer Clown sets up at the finish line with his camera and his little birdie…

“Actually, let’s get the whole family in the shot!”

All the clowns scramble to get to the finish line, setting up for a family photo at the finish line

AS THAT MOMENT MARI SCRAMBLES OVER THE CLOWN FAMILY PHOTO!

FLASH!


”Let Mari tell you something!”

Mari is standing back in her board room, sitting in her executive chair.

A clown is holding each of her hands, filing her cuticles down to perfection.

”Mari, with her army of cheap of labor, is about to take over the entire tag division on this sorry brand they call Anarchy!”

“Look at Mari’s competition and feel disgust and shame!”

Chooses-His-Words-Carefully Clown scratches his chin thoughtfully.

”I dunno… I mean, the other teams seem okay!”

Mari grabs CHWC Clown by his purple nose and pulls him toward her face.

”If you like JOKES! WHO HERE LIKES JOKES?!?”

…Appreciates-the-Classics Clown slowly starts to raise his hand.

”NO ONE! THAT’S WHO!”

Appreciates-the-Classics Clown slowly lowers his hand.

”Woke Mind Virus! You sorry fools! Fretting about your pronouns! Mari only uses ONE pronoun and that is MARI! And that goes for all of Mari’s minions! ALL PRONOUNS ARE MARI!”

…Politically Correct Clown’s eyes widen!

”Wait, so you… er, I mean… Wait…”

PC Clown takes a breath, closing his eyes to concentrate.

”So, MARI means that when MARI and all of MARI only use MARI, that includes every…Mari?”

”Now, you’re getting it!”

”Actually, MARI’s getting it!”

”NEVER CORRECT ME!” Mari punts PC Clown in the chest! He slides backwards into a gender-neutral bathroom!

”Then, Roger and Safari Stu! With all you hijinx! Mari SPITS on your hijinx!”

Spitoon Clown HAAAAAAACKS up and SPITS into a spitoon!

F’TAAANG!

”You two are jokes! And Mari DESPISES jokes! Laughter is a poison that distracts the public from the glory that is MARI!”

“All of your silly adventures through space and battling nincompoops! Mari is no nincompoop! Mari is the QUEEN of VilaroFit! Mari is destined to rule the tag division with an iron fist!”

Iron Fist Clown, the clown with an iron fist, tries to raise his fist in the air…

…But his fist is really heavy, as it is made of iron, so it drags down by the floor.

…Mari eyes Iron Fist Clown.

She turns toward Training Dummy Clown.

“You! Stand here!”

Training Dummy Clown stands in front of Mari.

Mari picks up Iron Fist’s Clown hand for him…

WHAM! She hits Training Dummy Clown with Iron Fist Clown’s Iron Fist!

His whole face gets knocked inside out as he goes flying like a burst balloon.

…Mari drops Iron Fist Clown’s iron fist, which falls back to the floor with a thud.

”You shall be my partner, fool.”

Iron Fist Clown tries to lift his thumb to give a thumbs up.

Unfortunately, his thumb is made of iron and he cannot lift it.

”Finally… Vita. Deacon St. John.”

”With all your silly little monster hijinx! Battling vampires! Leading ghost tours! Bigfoot roommates! FEH!”

“You chase after so-called monsters, when the one you should fear is MARI!”

“MARI is the GODDESS that tantalizes you in your dreams!”

“MARI is the DEMON that plagues your nightmares!”

Above her, Mari sees a golden championship belt…

Mari snaps her fingers.

In unison, the clowns make a human pyramid…

Mari walks up the backs of the clowns to ascend…

And within seconds she has the belt.

“And when Thursday comes and the final bell tolls, MARI will stand supreme over ALL!”

“MARI will be the NEW ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!”

“And NO ONE WILL LAUGH AT MARI!”

As Mari lifts her belt to the camera.

The Clown Pyramid collapses like a house of cards.

With a whoopee cushion sound.]]> <![CDATA[SAFARI STU: WHO THE HECK ARE YOU? - Episode 7: A Christmasween Carol]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50600 Tue, 20 Oct 2026 15:03:54 -0700 Safari Stu]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50600 here for a good time!


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Click here for the rp!]]> <![CDATA[Same Girl/New Ending]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50595 Mon, 19 Oct 2026 14:56:08 -0700 Vita Frickin Valenteen]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50595
Some people clean when they're stressed.

Vita Valenteen was no different.

Except it was 3:00 AM, and she was doing it with a wine glass full of rat blood.

A donation box sat beside her as she dug through the back of her closet.

"People say I'm weird."

She sipped.

"People are judgy."

Vita pulled a Vita's V-neck out of the closet and something black tumbled out behind it.

The Atomic Bat cowl.

Suddenly, Mercy's voice echoed in her head.

*"LiTeRaL cArToOn."*

"Yeah, okay..."

Vita slipped it on and checked the mirror.

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"Fair enough."

Off again, and for a second, it hovered over the donation box, but then she tossed it to the top shelf instead.

A few seconds later Vita spread an armful of old dresses across her bed.

"Oh, God."

Black. Green. Red. Expensive!!

Sarah Lacklan.

Vita held one of the dresses against herself and checked the mirror.

"Okay, Sar... maybe you had a point..."

And then she heard Sarah's voice again.

*"Ashley Johnson... what do you want?"*

Vita took another sip.

"You know what really sucks, Mercy?

I watched that match back. A lot.

The first time you caught me in Mort Noire, I got out.

The second time?

Lights out.

And everybody keeps telling me I didn't tap like that's supposed to make me feel better.

Honestly?

Tapping would've been less embarrassing. At least then I would've made a choice. Instead, you put me to sleep with a wrestling hold I knew was coming.

So yeah...

Congratulations. You learned."

Vita raised the glass toward nobody in particular.

"Before that match, I thought your biggest problem was that you cared more about hurting me than beating me.

Then you stopped trying to carve me into a monster and locked in Mort Noire with the intention of finishing the job.

Good.

You fixed your mistake.

Now I fix mine."

Her eyes moved toward the dress she was holding.

"You told me I needed to accept what I really am.

Okay... but I'm not a monster.

There's not some horrible thing hiding underneath all this.

It's just me.

And I'm a wrestler.

One who's known what I wanted since I was seventeen years old and stupid enough to run away from home for this.

I want to be the best.

Why do you think I asked for this rematch? You didn't just beat me... you caught me with something I knew was coming, and then choked me out on live TV.

That kinda thing gets stuck in my head.

Kinda like how the first time Sarah beat me, she did so by outswimming a speed boat.

And Sarah beat me enough times that most people probably would've taken the hint.

I didn't.

Every time she beat me, I walked away knowing a little more than I did before.

So I kept going back and making her do it again.

Until eventually..."


Until War Games 2023.

One!
Two!!
Three!!!
ELIMINATED: SARAH LACKLAN


The lights flickered and laughter boomed from inside of the closet.

"What the HECK was THAT!?"

Vita stared into the closet. It was deeper now. Way deeper. Behind her clothes was a narrow corridor of rusted pipes.

Vita slowly leaned forward.

"Well, that definitely wasn't there five minutes ago."

Vita looked down at the wine glass in her hand.

The blood curdled.

"Nope!!"

She set it down.

Then from inside the closet, Mercy's voice called out.

*"AsHLeY joHNsOn... wHAt dO YoU wAnT?"*

She stepped into the closet as the bedroom vanished behind her.

Pipes steamed.

The distant laughing echoed.

Vita kept walking until suddenly!

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Mercy was standing directly in front of her!

"Okay.

Cute place!

Very murder-basement chic!!"

*"yOu kEeP jOkInG wHeN yOu'rE sCaReD."*

"And you do the spooky voice every time you wanna sound deep."

Mercy was suddenly closer.

*"yOu wErE hElPlEsS."*

"Only for a few seconds..."

*"lOnG eNoUgH."*

"Obviously.

You won.

I'm not arguing with you about that.

You adjusted. That's literally why I'm standing here giving you credit!"

*"yOu hElD bACk aNd yOu fAiLeD."*

"TOTALLY!

Once.

Sarah made a whole hobby out of beating me before I finally got her.

So what makes you think YOU get one win and suddenly I'm done learning?"

Mercy's grin widened.

*"bEcAuSe yOu'lL sToP. yOu aLwAyS sToP."*

"See, THAT'S where you're wrong."

Steam hissed between them.

"I don’t like hurting people. That part’s true. What you got wrong is thinking that means I’ll hesitate when the person in front of me already decided the only way this ends is with me unconscious. Last time I gave you that window. I’m not handing it to you again."

*"iT's wHaT yOu dO."*

"No, it's what I did."

Mercy disappeared.

Vita turned.

Nothing.

Then Mercy slammed into her from behind.

Vita crashed chest first onto the floor as Mercy hooked both arms and folded them behind her.

MORT NOIRE!

*"sAmE gIrL."*

Vita kicked against the floor.

*"sAmE hOlD."*

Mercy pulled back harder.

*"sAmE eNdInG."*

A valve beside them screamed as steam burst from the pipe.

*"yOu kNoW hOw tHiS eNdS."*

"Uh, yeah? That's kinda the point."

Vita planted a foot and threw herself sideways, dragging Mercy with her toward the scalding pipes.

*"wHaT aRe yOu dOiNg!?"*

"Something different!"

Vita drove her into the pipe.

Mercy's grip loosened and Vita recoiled at the smell of burnt flesh.

*"sQuEaMiSh."*

"Maybe!"

Vita reached for the burning hot pipe.

"But not stupid enough to lose the same way twice!!"

Vita grabbed the pipe. Skin sizzled as the boiler room vanished.

Vita shot upright on the bedroom floor.

She grabbed her burnt hand.

No burn at all.

Vita stared toward the now normal closet.

Then reached down and pulled Sarah's dress back out of the donation box.

She folded it and placed it beside the Atomic Bat cowl.

"Those stay...

But hesitating against killers?

Yeah, that one's getting donated..."

Her eyes drifted toward the baseball bat standing inside the closet.

"Next time I get my chance?

I'm TOTALLY taking it!!"]]>
Some people clean when they're stressed.

Vita Valenteen was no different.

Except it was 3:00 AM, and she was doing it with a wine glass full of rat blood.

A donation box sat beside her as she dug through the back of her closet.

"People say I'm weird."

She sipped.

"People are judgy."

Vita pulled a Vita's V-neck out of the closet and something black tumbled out behind it.

The Atomic Bat cowl.

Suddenly, Mercy's voice echoed in her head.

*"LiTeRaL cArToOn."*

"Yeah, okay..."

Vita slipped it on and checked the mirror.

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"Fair enough."

Off again, and for a second, it hovered over the donation box, but then she tossed it to the top shelf instead.

A few seconds later Vita spread an armful of old dresses across her bed.

"Oh, God."

Black. Green. Red. Expensive!!

Sarah Lacklan.

Vita held one of the dresses against herself and checked the mirror.

"Okay, Sar... maybe you had a point..."

And then she heard Sarah's voice again.

*"Ashley Johnson... what do you want?"*

Vita took another sip.

"You know what really sucks, Mercy?

I watched that match back. A lot.

The first time you caught me in Mort Noire, I got out.

The second time?

Lights out.

And everybody keeps telling me I didn't tap like that's supposed to make me feel better.

Honestly?

Tapping would've been less embarrassing. At least then I would've made a choice. Instead, you put me to sleep with a wrestling hold I knew was coming.

So yeah...

Congratulations. You learned."

Vita raised the glass toward nobody in particular.

"Before that match, I thought your biggest problem was that you cared more about hurting me than beating me.

Then you stopped trying to carve me into a monster and locked in Mort Noire with the intention of finishing the job.

Good.

You fixed your mistake.

Now I fix mine."

Her eyes moved toward the dress she was holding.

"You told me I needed to accept what I really am.

Okay... but I'm not a monster.

There's not some horrible thing hiding underneath all this.

It's just me.

And I'm a wrestler.

One who's known what I wanted since I was seventeen years old and stupid enough to run away from home for this.

I want to be the best.

Why do you think I asked for this rematch? You didn't just beat me... you caught me with something I knew was coming, and then choked me out on live TV.

That kinda thing gets stuck in my head.

Kinda like how the first time Sarah beat me, she did so by outswimming a speed boat.

And Sarah beat me enough times that most people probably would've taken the hint.

I didn't.

Every time she beat me, I walked away knowing a little more than I did before.

So I kept going back and making her do it again.

Until eventually..."


Until War Games 2023.

One!
Two!!
Three!!!
ELIMINATED: SARAH LACKLAN


The lights flickered and laughter boomed from inside of the closet.

"What the HECK was THAT!?"

Vita stared into the closet. It was deeper now. Way deeper. Behind her clothes was a narrow corridor of rusted pipes.

Vita slowly leaned forward.

"Well, that definitely wasn't there five minutes ago."

Vita looked down at the wine glass in her hand.

The blood curdled.

"Nope!!"

She set it down.

Then from inside the closet, Mercy's voice called out.

*"AsHLeY joHNsOn... wHAt dO YoU wAnT?"*

She stepped into the closet as the bedroom vanished behind her.

Pipes steamed.

The distant laughing echoed.

Vita kept walking until suddenly!

[Image: E9IqeoC.gif]

Mercy was standing directly in front of her!

"Okay.

Cute place!

Very murder-basement chic!!"

*"yOu kEeP jOkInG wHeN yOu'rE sCaReD."*

"And you do the spooky voice every time you wanna sound deep."

Mercy was suddenly closer.

*"yOu wErE hElPlEsS."*

"Only for a few seconds..."

*"lOnG eNoUgH."*

"Obviously.

You won.

I'm not arguing with you about that.

You adjusted. That's literally why I'm standing here giving you credit!"

*"yOu hElD bACk aNd yOu fAiLeD."*

"TOTALLY!

Once.

Sarah made a whole hobby out of beating me before I finally got her.

So what makes you think YOU get one win and suddenly I'm done learning?"

Mercy's grin widened.

*"bEcAuSe yOu'lL sToP. yOu aLwAyS sToP."*

"See, THAT'S where you're wrong."

Steam hissed between them.

"I don’t like hurting people. That part’s true. What you got wrong is thinking that means I’ll hesitate when the person in front of me already decided the only way this ends is with me unconscious. Last time I gave you that window. I’m not handing it to you again."

*"iT's wHaT yOu dO."*

"No, it's what I did."

Mercy disappeared.

Vita turned.

Nothing.

Then Mercy slammed into her from behind.

Vita crashed chest first onto the floor as Mercy hooked both arms and folded them behind her.

MORT NOIRE!

*"sAmE gIrL."*

Vita kicked against the floor.

*"sAmE hOlD."*

Mercy pulled back harder.

*"sAmE eNdInG."*

A valve beside them screamed as steam burst from the pipe.

*"yOu kNoW hOw tHiS eNdS."*

"Uh, yeah? That's kinda the point."

Vita planted a foot and threw herself sideways, dragging Mercy with her toward the scalding pipes.

*"wHaT aRe yOu dOiNg!?"*

"Something different!"

Vita drove her into the pipe.

Mercy's grip loosened and Vita recoiled at the smell of burnt flesh.

*"sQuEaMiSh."*

"Maybe!"

Vita reached for the burning hot pipe.

"But not stupid enough to lose the same way twice!!"

Vita grabbed the pipe. Skin sizzled as the boiler room vanished.

Vita shot upright on the bedroom floor.

She grabbed her burnt hand.

No burn at all.

Vita stared toward the now normal closet.

Then reached down and pulled Sarah's dress back out of the donation box.

She folded it and placed it beside the Atomic Bat cowl.

"Those stay...

But hesitating against killers?

Yeah, that one's getting donated..."

Her eyes drifted toward the baseball bat standing inside the closet.

"Next time I get my chance?

I'm TOTALLY taking it!!"]]> <![CDATA[Werk, werk, werk! (Kill, kill, kill!)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50598 Mon, 19 Oct 2026 14:10:23 -0700 Mercy]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50598
“Hello everyone! I’m Bob The Drag Queen!”

“And I’m the reanimated head of Joan Rivers in a multilimbed octo-bot!”

It’s what it says on the cover, believe it or not.

“And we’re here to pay a special Halloween homage to the greats of the fashion world!”

“I tell you Bob I’d die alllllll over again for Belenciaga!”

“Me too Joan. I mean, for the first time, because I’ve never died before. Anyway, without further ado, let’s get to the FAAAAAAAASHION!”

The shot returns to the runway where a model sashays out wearing what looks to be a sexy mummy outfit.

“First up we have Valeria sporting this spooky number from Alexander McQueen!”

“The undead have never looked more stylish, Bob. God save the (Mc)Queen!”

“Oh wait, what’s this?”

Naturally, it’s MERCY! She careens out from the back, stepping onto the runway with authority and wielding a butcher knife! She wastes no time attacking Valeria, plunging the blade into her abdomen! Valeria screams like she’s dying, because she, uh, is.

“Oh wow Bob! You’ve got to admire the pageantry on display here!”

Valeria drops to the floor of the runway, bleeding out everywhere. “HELP! SHE’S KLLING ME!”

“Give this girl an Academy Award! She can ACT!”

“I’m not acting! I’m literally *coughs up blood* dying!”

Mercy continues stabbing Valeria, sending blood spatter into the front row of the spectators. At first, they don’t seem to know what to make of it, but then one of them rises to his feet and gives a standing ovation! The other spectators quickly follow suit, applauding the gruesome display.

“I love it, Bob. You know, I think it’s symbolic! All fashion trends die out eventually, and here we’re seeing it happen LITERALLY.”

“Wow Joan, that’s deep!”

Valeria finally dies and Mercy rises just as another model is sent down the runway and into the meat grinder. This time it’s a sexy vampire who smiles nervously at Mercy, also assuming it’s all part of the show. Mercy leaps on her and starts stabbing and she too dies in a shower of gore!

“Oh my!”

“I don’t know who she is but I love her style! The leathers! Those boots! Damn grrrrlllll, werk, werk, werk!”

Mercy leaps down from the runway and starts cutting a path through the audience. They still think it’s all part of the show and applaud like imbeciles as they’re literally being cut down. Finally, Mercy makes her way to Bob and Joan! Mercy punches the jar containing Joan’s head, rips the head out and dumps it onto the floor, where she proceeds to stomp on it, causing Joan’s eyes to pop out of her skull and brain matter to ooze out of the empty sockets!

“Joan, I didn’t know you were part of the show!”

Mercy runs the knife across Bob’s throat, opening him up. Bob falls off the stage, landing on the back of his neck with a sickening crack! This naturally draws even more applause from the crowd!

“ThAt’S riGht yOU fUCkinG SLUTS! I wAs BoRN on thIs RUNway!”

Mercy faces the camera, tilting her masked head in an eerie way and flicking the blood off the butcher knife.

“MY, mY My….looKs liKe we HaVE ourSElVeS a REpeAT! And IsN’t thIs jUSt sO typiCAL? BiG bad MERCY wAs neVER suPPosed to BEAt CuTE, INNocent liTTle VITA VALENTEEN. BuT IT haPPened! And nOw We nEEd tO run It BAcK to GivE VITA a chANCe To reCoUP her LOss!

SICKENING!

PATHETIC!

iF it waSN’T clEar XWF hAd a FAVORITe befOre It is NoW! BecAuSE SATAN FORBID I bE abLe to BEAT VITA anD moVe on to STRoNGER moRE inteReSting gAme! Oh no! VITA MUST BE AVENGED!”

Mercy scoffs.

“tHaTs fIne thouGH. I’LL enjoY tAking this RevOLTIng, MEWLING, liTTle vaMpiRe NYmph doWn A pEg AgAin. I MeAn, iT was OH sO enJOyAbLe thE fiRst Time.

But Don”t GET mE wRong. I’M no FOOL. i KNOw thIs iS gOIng tO be the ToughER mAtCH of ThE TWo. AfTER aLL, ViTA hAs SomETHING to ProVE nOw. ShE’LL fiGHT hArdER thIs tIME. ShE hAS to.

I’LL BE READY.

BuT hEre’S my quESTion, my PorcelAin skiNNed littLe PrecIOuS! HoW Far Are you wIlliNg to Go to Avoid the UTTer humiliATion of LOSing to Me AGAin? To WHAt DEPTHS OF THE SOUL are You wIllIng to PLuNGE?

ViTA….


…..CuPcAke….


…..sWEEthEART….


…ARE YOU FINALLY READY TO EMBRACE YOUR MONSTROUS SIDE?

Oh I saW glINts of it hEre anD thEre in Our FirSt matCH. And to bE honEST, iT EXCITED me! BuT iN thE eND, You WERE onLY wIllinG to gO so FaR. YoU StoPPed sHort of BEiNG a BEaSt AnD loSt likE a LiTTle Girl.

MOrE’S thE piTy.

Heh…hEreS thE rUB baBy GiRL. YoU’Re goNNa nEED to bLeeD mE ouT to Win THIS tIME. I won’T Stop OthERWISE! You’RE GOnnA nEED to Let thoSE fANGS frEE and mAKE mE SUFFER! You”rE gOING to NeeD to CONfROnt thAt WhAt yOU moSt FEAR: the ToXic dArKNESS iN youR souL.

ANd bECAuSE oF thAT, iN thE END, I wIn nO mAttEr HOw thIS tURNS ouT!”

Mercy laughs, a rasping choking thing.

"EiTHER You SURReNder tO youR bAseST urGES to WiN A wRESTliNG maTCH, or You ReaMAIN A duMB, nAiVE InnoCENT CHild aNd loSE aGAIN!

HOUSE WINS EITHER WAY!

bEcAUSE eVEN iF I lEAVE ThIS HAllOwEEn behINd hAVING just lEFt an INdelible mARk oN yoUR sOUL…eVeN iF i REvEAL To All THe Merry LiTTLE boYS and GirlS wHo CHaNt Your NaME whAt A TRuE BEAST yOU aRE…..WeLL, thAT’S AS GooD aS a VIctoRY in mY bOOk.

EVOLVE OR DIE, VITA.

MAKE YOUR CHOICE!"

[Image: happy-halloween-words-written-blood-text...837721.jpg]]]>
“Hello everyone! I’m Bob The Drag Queen!”

“And I’m the reanimated head of Joan Rivers in a multilimbed octo-bot!”

It’s what it says on the cover, believe it or not.

“And we’re here to pay a special Halloween homage to the greats of the fashion world!”

“I tell you Bob I’d die alllllll over again for Belenciaga!”

“Me too Joan. I mean, for the first time, because I’ve never died before. Anyway, without further ado, let’s get to the FAAAAAAAASHION!”

The shot returns to the runway where a model sashays out wearing what looks to be a sexy mummy outfit.

“First up we have Valeria sporting this spooky number from Alexander McQueen!”

“The undead have never looked more stylish, Bob. God save the (Mc)Queen!”

“Oh wait, what’s this?”

Naturally, it’s MERCY! She careens out from the back, stepping onto the runway with authority and wielding a butcher knife! She wastes no time attacking Valeria, plunging the blade into her abdomen! Valeria screams like she’s dying, because she, uh, is.

“Oh wow Bob! You’ve got to admire the pageantry on display here!”

Valeria drops to the floor of the runway, bleeding out everywhere. “HELP! SHE’S KLLING ME!”

“Give this girl an Academy Award! She can ACT!”

“I’m not acting! I’m literally *coughs up blood* dying!”

Mercy continues stabbing Valeria, sending blood spatter into the front row of the spectators. At first, they don’t seem to know what to make of it, but then one of them rises to his feet and gives a standing ovation! The other spectators quickly follow suit, applauding the gruesome display.

“I love it, Bob. You know, I think it’s symbolic! All fashion trends die out eventually, and here we’re seeing it happen LITERALLY.”

“Wow Joan, that’s deep!”

Valeria finally dies and Mercy rises just as another model is sent down the runway and into the meat grinder. This time it’s a sexy vampire who smiles nervously at Mercy, also assuming it’s all part of the show. Mercy leaps on her and starts stabbing and she too dies in a shower of gore!

“Oh my!”

“I don’t know who she is but I love her style! The leathers! Those boots! Damn grrrrlllll, werk, werk, werk!”

Mercy leaps down from the runway and starts cutting a path through the audience. They still think it’s all part of the show and applaud like imbeciles as they’re literally being cut down. Finally, Mercy makes her way to Bob and Joan! Mercy punches the jar containing Joan’s head, rips the head out and dumps it onto the floor, where she proceeds to stomp on it, causing Joan’s eyes to pop out of her skull and brain matter to ooze out of the empty sockets!

“Joan, I didn’t know you were part of the show!”

Mercy runs the knife across Bob’s throat, opening him up. Bob falls off the stage, landing on the back of his neck with a sickening crack! This naturally draws even more applause from the crowd!

“ThAt’S riGht yOU fUCkinG SLUTS! I wAs BoRN on thIs RUNway!”

Mercy faces the camera, tilting her masked head in an eerie way and flicking the blood off the butcher knife.

“MY, mY My….looKs liKe we HaVE ourSElVeS a REpeAT! And IsN’t thIs jUSt sO typiCAL? BiG bad MERCY wAs neVER suPPosed to BEAt CuTE, INNocent liTTle VITA VALENTEEN. BuT IT haPPened! And nOw We nEEd tO run It BAcK to GivE VITA a chANCe To reCoUP her LOss!

SICKENING!

PATHETIC!

iF it waSN’T clEar XWF hAd a FAVORITe befOre It is NoW! BecAuSE SATAN FORBID I bE abLe to BEAT VITA anD moVe on to STRoNGER moRE inteReSting gAme! Oh no! VITA MUST BE AVENGED!”

Mercy scoffs.

“tHaTs fIne thouGH. I’LL enjoY tAking this RevOLTIng, MEWLING, liTTle vaMpiRe NYmph doWn A pEg AgAin. I MeAn, iT was OH sO enJOyAbLe thE fiRst Time.

But Don”t GET mE wRong. I’M no FOOL. i KNOw thIs iS gOIng tO be the ToughER mAtCH of ThE TWo. AfTER aLL, ViTA hAs SomETHING to ProVE nOw. ShE’LL fiGHT hArdER thIs tIME. ShE hAS to.

I’LL BE READY.

BuT hEre’S my quESTion, my PorcelAin skiNNed littLe PrecIOuS! HoW Far Are you wIlliNg to Go to Avoid the UTTer humiliATion of LOSing to Me AGAin? To WHAt DEPTHS OF THE SOUL are You wIllIng to PLuNGE?

ViTA….


…..CuPcAke….


…..sWEEthEART….


…ARE YOU FINALLY READY TO EMBRACE YOUR MONSTROUS SIDE?

Oh I saW glINts of it hEre anD thEre in Our FirSt matCH. And to bE honEST, iT EXCITED me! BuT iN thE eND, You WERE onLY wIllinG to gO so FaR. YoU StoPPed sHort of BEiNG a BEaSt AnD loSt likE a LiTTle Girl.

MOrE’S thE piTy.

Heh…hEreS thE rUB baBy GiRL. YoU’Re goNNa nEED to bLeeD mE ouT to Win THIS tIME. I won’T Stop OthERWISE! You’RE GOnnA nEED to Let thoSE fANGS frEE and mAKE mE SUFFER! You”rE gOING to NeeD to CONfROnt thAt WhAt yOU moSt FEAR: the ToXic dArKNESS iN youR souL.

ANd bECAuSE oF thAT, iN thE END, I wIn nO mAttEr HOw thIS tURNS ouT!”

Mercy laughs, a rasping choking thing.

"EiTHER You SURReNder tO youR bAseST urGES to WiN A wRESTliNG maTCH, or You ReaMAIN A duMB, nAiVE InnoCENT CHild aNd loSE aGAIN!

HOUSE WINS EITHER WAY!

bEcAUSE eVEN iF I lEAVE ThIS HAllOwEEn behINd hAVING just lEFt an INdelible mARk oN yoUR sOUL…eVeN iF i REvEAL To All THe Merry LiTTLE boYS and GirlS wHo CHaNt Your NaME whAt A TRuE BEAST yOU aRE…..WeLL, thAT’S AS GooD aS a VIctoRY in mY bOOk.

EVOLVE OR DIE, VITA.

MAKE YOUR CHOICE!"

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Word Count-1000]]> <![CDATA[Quit taking My Catchphrase]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50596 Sun, 18 Oct 2026 19:01:12 -0700 Jay Fetu]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50596 The camera fades backstage to see Main Event Jay Fetu standing there, clapping his hands.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I know what some of y'all were wonderin', and it's been the same question
I've gotten asked a few times durin' the week. Did I send out myself to Nightmare of Anarchy because I wasn't
here last month to confront EdgeCrusher? Before I answer that question, I just wanna say...
A smile would curl on Jay's lips.
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  Springwood, Ohio! Main Event Jay Fetu is now in yo' CITTYYYY!!!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: That answer would be uh nah, Uce.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I was at Warfare, in Boston, when I was surprised, much like y'all, when I saw Judd Hollow come out here and confront me on my behalf. And I acted on his own. He called the play at Warfare'
When I kicked Judd Hollow teeth down his throat and then two weeks, but I'm here Friday,
Uce, I'm steppin' into the ring wit' my unhinged self 'gainst EdgeCrusher and a Main Event Special match
at Nightmare of Anarchy, but you know what? I'm glad he did it because this been long enough time comin', all
because of what happened two weeks ago at Monday Warfare durin' X Treme Rules match.
In case you don't remember (or you're new), it was a lot of who will be Main Event Special to the
Nightmare of Anarchy.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: To point the finger of blame towards my friends and me fo' losin' yo
X Treme Championship is Wild Uce. It wasn't anyone's fault fo' because of what happ'ned. You know the
risk you were gon' take gettin' involved, and because of that, you could've said no, Uce, I don't
wanna be part of the X-Treme Rulez match and I could've found someone else, but you didn't, you
jus' as guilty as er'body else fo'
what happ'ned, but you can't blame yo'self, ya hadda take it out on the next person... me.
The XWF Universe Cheers when Jay took it back to Nightmare of Anarchy.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: But it's aight, Uce. I'm glad you threw down the challenge, and as for me, accept because at Nightmare of everything you've done to my BFF. and my, I ain't forgivn' you, I'll
never do that. In a few weeks at Nightmare of Anarchy, only one thang you catchin' is this YEETdown!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: But Friday, you and I are gon' be chased down and hunted by a hungry EdgeCrusher who's lookin' to wipe the floors with someone after I came up short in the X Treme Championship
Special Event and me, a Samoan who jus' can't wait to break the backs of ya'll.
Even without being around him, Jay already knew what type of mood his family was going to be in,
and it wasn't a nice one.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: It was two weeks ago, when I was involved in the X Treme Championship at Warfare, was lockin' down Main Event Special left to right. So EdgeCrusher, you might be losing Friday, but
ya'll boutta be locked up, and EdgeCrusher...
Main Event| Jay Fetu: Call this yo' Main Event one more time because after Friday, I'm handin' yo' ass an
eviction notice. YEET!
Jay walks off as the scene fades
]]> The camera fades backstage to see Main Event Jay Fetu standing there, clapping his hands.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I know what some of y'all were wonderin', and it's been the same question
I've gotten asked a few times durin' the week. Did I send out myself to Nightmare of Anarchy because I wasn't
here last month to confront EdgeCrusher? Before I answer that question, I just wanna say...
A smile would curl on Jay's lips.
Main Event| Jay Fetu:  Springwood, Ohio! Main Event Jay Fetu is now in yo' CITTYYYY!!!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: That answer would be uh nah, Uce.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: I was at Warfare, in Boston, when I was surprised, much like y'all, when I saw Judd Hollow come out here and confront me on my behalf. And I acted on his own. He called the play at Warfare'
When I kicked Judd Hollow teeth down his throat and then two weeks, but I'm here Friday,
Uce, I'm steppin' into the ring wit' my unhinged self 'gainst EdgeCrusher and a Main Event Special match
at Nightmare of Anarchy, but you know what? I'm glad he did it because this been long enough time comin', all
because of what happened two weeks ago at Monday Warfare durin' X Treme Rules match.
In case you don't remember (or you're new), it was a lot of who will be Main Event Special to the
Nightmare of Anarchy.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: To point the finger of blame towards my friends and me fo' losin' yo
X Treme Championship is Wild Uce. It wasn't anyone's fault fo' because of what happ'ned. You know the
risk you were gon' take gettin' involved, and because of that, you could've said no, Uce, I don't
wanna be part of the X-Treme Rulez match and I could've found someone else, but you didn't, you
jus' as guilty as er'body else fo'
what happ'ned, but you can't blame yo'self, ya hadda take it out on the next person... me.
The XWF Universe Cheers when Jay took it back to Nightmare of Anarchy.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: But it's aight, Uce. I'm glad you threw down the challenge, and as for me, accept because at Nightmare of everything you've done to my BFF. and my, I ain't forgivn' you, I'll
never do that. In a few weeks at Nightmare of Anarchy, only one thang you catchin' is this YEETdown!
YEET!
Main Event| Jay Fetu: But Friday, you and I are gon' be chased down and hunted by a hungry EdgeCrusher who's lookin' to wipe the floors with someone after I came up short in the X Treme Championship
Special Event and me, a Samoan who jus' can't wait to break the backs of ya'll.
Even without being around him, Jay already knew what type of mood his family was going to be in,
and it wasn't a nice one.
Main Event| Jay Fetu: It was two weeks ago, when I was involved in the X Treme Championship at Warfare, was lockin' down Main Event Special left to right. So EdgeCrusher, you might be losing Friday, but
ya'll boutta be locked up, and EdgeCrusher...
Main Event| Jay Fetu: Call this yo' Main Event one more time because after Friday, I'm handin' yo' ass an
eviction notice. YEET!
Jay walks off as the scene fades
]]> <![CDATA[The Nightmare Bath Before Hell-O-Ween]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50593 Sun, 18 Oct 2026 18:41:00 -0700 Tommy Wish]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50593


[It opens up to a bathtub in an empty room, we see Tommy inside the room itself. Could it be a dream or real life, who knows? Then suddenly he sees a woman whom resembles Summer Page, who gets into the tub. Smog fills the room, and Tommy gets blinded by it. Then a voice emerges....]

“Do you love her?”

“What…who said that?”

“Do you crave her?....or do you crave her belt?... you have gone away from the title hunt… its your desire to be a champion again!”

[Then the page look a like starts to slather herself with soap, down to the crevices of her supple skin. Then as she soaps herself, reminiscent of first elm street film, a claw hand reaches for her out of the tub.]

“Do you crave her?... do you want her to live…have her…ruin…RUIN… the same belt your friend John Black had?”

“What do…..”

[Then a ghostly visage of JB appears on a mirror, he said “you have to kill her, Tommy!” and the clawed hand extends towards her chest and suddenly it taps on the revolution title by her waist. The tap rings in his ears as a way to stop it.]

“Tick tick Tommy…. Her life is on the line… let her live, and show your willingness to let someone ABOVE you be better than you….or….let her SINK into the tub…let your inner darkness become you.”

[As the tapping rattled in Tommy's brain his eyes turn purple like Dark Ryu, and he goes to the tub and drowns the Page look a like, but he stops and he sees Nancy in the tub.]

“Tommy….why…..WHY!!”

“WHAT…..”

[Then Tommy persona The Freak is in fedora hat, claw left hand, and a blue and gold stripped sweater with black pants and boots out of the mirror. As he aims his hand on Nancy, he pulls him away from her and trying to beat up the imposter Freddy. Suddenly the belt tap rings on his head, and the imposter was about to get upper hand on Tommy, in some Dreams Master bullshit scenario, JB and Reggie comes into the dream and beats on the imposter Freddy.]

“How….”

[JB and Reg look at him, and don't say much. But the belt transform into blob monster that absorbs the imposter Freddy, before it could attack the trio, Tommy wakes up from nap he had while watching reruns of Nightmare films, as it fades to blood red.]

[Image: tumblr_mmb2cwxsiT1s5wgtho1_500.gif]

So i guess I was off in my own Nightmare, god I love a good scare as we speak! Something about bolting awake can make one feel so alive, and as the dream progresses into Nightmare fuel, it dawns on me that I have something at stake here. It's not my life, since I'm close to the age within a decade of retirement age, but I have this unrequited lust to become a champion again.

After taking that hating from being in the ring, tending to my hobbies like making music and touring in small venues…its that one day, that urge to fight become louder again from within, i never thought id be back in the scene again, let alone return back to my old persona of being a freak again.

I guess that means deep down inside, he's Freddy, and Summer is my Nancy who I must drown in the lake of fire. It's my innermost desire to make sure that Summer doesn't get to hold that belt again, is what my demon ego is saying in my head again and again…..

…take her belt Tommy…make her drown in her own sorrows!

And I have to listen to it, so when I say I'm not liable for what happens in that bathtub of horrors match, this is The Freak's fault and not my fault, and if I get drowned in that water, then so be it. It's going to be bloody waters in the muck that Summer has to deal with, and she doesn't have to worry about aunt Flo reaching in her zone.

So, Miss Summer Page, consider this as your Nightmare coming to life this coming Thursday coming….as they all say….

Never sleep again….

Your reign will just be a memory….

Quote Tha Freak evermore.

Also Fuck Freddy the como who had it commin!]]>


[It opens up to a bathtub in an empty room, we see Tommy inside the room itself. Could it be a dream or real life, who knows? Then suddenly he sees a woman whom resembles Summer Page, who gets into the tub. Smog fills the room, and Tommy gets blinded by it. Then a voice emerges....]

“Do you love her?”

“What…who said that?”

“Do you crave her?....or do you crave her belt?... you have gone away from the title hunt… its your desire to be a champion again!”

[Then the page look a like starts to slather herself with soap, down to the crevices of her supple skin. Then as she soaps herself, reminiscent of first elm street film, a claw hand reaches for her out of the tub.]

“Do you crave her?... do you want her to live…have her…ruin…RUIN… the same belt your friend John Black had?”

“What do…..”

[Then a ghostly visage of JB appears on a mirror, he said “you have to kill her, Tommy!” and the clawed hand extends towards her chest and suddenly it taps on the revolution title by her waist. The tap rings in his ears as a way to stop it.]

“Tick tick Tommy…. Her life is on the line… let her live, and show your willingness to let someone ABOVE you be better than you….or….let her SINK into the tub…let your inner darkness become you.”

[As the tapping rattled in Tommy's brain his eyes turn purple like Dark Ryu, and he goes to the tub and drowns the Page look a like, but he stops and he sees Nancy in the tub.]

“Tommy….why…..WHY!!”

“WHAT…..”

[Then Tommy persona The Freak is in fedora hat, claw left hand, and a blue and gold stripped sweater with black pants and boots out of the mirror. As he aims his hand on Nancy, he pulls him away from her and trying to beat up the imposter Freddy. Suddenly the belt tap rings on his head, and the imposter was about to get upper hand on Tommy, in some Dreams Master bullshit scenario, JB and Reggie comes into the dream and beats on the imposter Freddy.]

“How….”

[JB and Reg look at him, and don't say much. But the belt transform into blob monster that absorbs the imposter Freddy, before it could attack the trio, Tommy wakes up from nap he had while watching reruns of Nightmare films, as it fades to blood red.]

[Image: tumblr_mmb2cwxsiT1s5wgtho1_500.gif]

So i guess I was off in my own Nightmare, god I love a good scare as we speak! Something about bolting awake can make one feel so alive, and as the dream progresses into Nightmare fuel, it dawns on me that I have something at stake here. It's not my life, since I'm close to the age within a decade of retirement age, but I have this unrequited lust to become a champion again.

After taking that hating from being in the ring, tending to my hobbies like making music and touring in small venues…its that one day, that urge to fight become louder again from within, i never thought id be back in the scene again, let alone return back to my old persona of being a freak again.

I guess that means deep down inside, he's Freddy, and Summer is my Nancy who I must drown in the lake of fire. It's my innermost desire to make sure that Summer doesn't get to hold that belt again, is what my demon ego is saying in my head again and again…..

…take her belt Tommy…make her drown in her own sorrows!

And I have to listen to it, so when I say I'm not liable for what happens in that bathtub of horrors match, this is The Freak's fault and not my fault, and if I get drowned in that water, then so be it. It's going to be bloody waters in the muck that Summer has to deal with, and she doesn't have to worry about aunt Flo reaching in her zone.

So, Miss Summer Page, consider this as your Nightmare coming to life this coming Thursday coming….as they all say….

Never sleep again….

Your reign will just be a memory….

Quote Tha Freak evermore.

Also Fuck Freddy the como who had it commin!]]> <![CDATA[The Devil's in the Deed-tails]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50594 Sun, 18 Oct 2026 16:11:04 -0700 Vita Frickin Valenteen]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50594

 

 
   
 



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]]> <![CDATA[The nightmare is heading to Anarchy]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50587 Thu, 15 Oct 2026 20:04:32 -0700 Razor]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50587 The crowd is seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly go out in the
arena, causing a little buzz from the crowd.
'' Wrestling has more than one... royal family.''
As soon as those words are heard, the crowd inside Springwood, Ohio, erupted as you heard the commentator's reaction as well.
Bama: What?
Todd: no Freaking way!
Bama: Is he here? Is this a joke?
Smoke emanated from the stage, completely covering it, as you weren't able to see anything through
it, and before you knew it, Razor Blade is seen walking through the smoke, a big smile on his face
as the crowd erupted even louder at the sight of the American nightmare and Springwood, Ohio's own.
'' Adrenaline, in my soul
Every thought out of control
Do it all to get them off their feet''
Razor glanced out at the crowd, nodding his head, pointing out towards them, dressed to the nines in one of his many custom suits as he knelt down, tapping the ramp with his fist, jumping up to his
feet as he extended his arms out.
''Crowd is here, about to blow
waitin' for me to start the show
out the curtain, lights go up I'm home
Whoooooooooooooa!''
A burst of pyro went off behind Razor as he brought his arms in before pumping his fist as one final
big burst of pyro went off behind him. Razor glanced out at the crowd again, that smile remaining on his face as he walked down the ramp, high-fiving members of the crowd in the front row before
going over and doing the same thing on the other side of the ramp. Razor walked down the rest of
the ramp, stopping at the end of it as he looked around before walking towards the steel steps. He
glanced down at them before tapping them with his hand as he raised his arms, trying to pump up
the crowd before walking up the steel steps as he scaled the turnbuckle, looking around before
extending his arms as even more pyro went off on the stage. Razor hopped down into the ring, 
walking over to the opposite corner as he motioned for a microphone. One was handed to him as
he took it and started walking around the ring, holding it out towards the crowd. Razor nodded his head before walking to the middle of the ring, just soaking all of this in for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Blade would open his eyes, slowly raising the microphone up to his lips.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Springwood, ... Ohio....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: I have just one question for you this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erupted into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Next week at Nightmare of Anarchy. I will win my Body Bag match against The Librarian.
You heard some boos from the crowd as Razor nodded.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday night... Nightmare of Anarchy against The Librarian and a Body Bag.
The crowd cheered even louder, making it pretty clear what they wanted to talk about.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Alright then, let's talk about that, shall we?
Razor cleared his throat a little, licking his lips before he raised the microphone back up to his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: It's been a minute since I've been in action on XWF; in fact, the last time that I was here on Relentless IX...
I'll admit, I had a little pep in my step. I was walking around here fueled by my ego, and I
made it my mission to make a certain Superstar's life...  absolutely miserable. That Superstar? Jenny Myst...
The crowd cheered instantly at the mention, which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? It's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °Death Because now? Body Bag is hell-bent on making other superstars' lives
miserable. Case in
point... eight on nine.
A mixed reaction is heard for the Body Bag match.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Good for them, The Librarian. You managed to find and bring out the
best version of yourself and you're on top of the world once more, kudos to you, Sir.
Razor ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he turned his head and glanced at the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: But now the roles have been reversed, and with me being back on Friday night nightmare of Anarchy Body Bag in Action...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you and I are going to cross paths for the first time, and I, for
one am very much looking forward to it.
Razor turned his head away from the crowd, pondering what to say next.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Best believe that I  have been paying very close attention to what's been going on here when it comes to this Body Bag match between The Librarian
and I.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though The Librarian has been able to outthink, out-box up until this point.
Razor nodded.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: If there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
all never underestimate... myself. There is somebody who knows how to play mind games better... than the Librarian himself. Not taking anyone seriously away from us, as far as
every man and woman for themselves I intend on being on?
Nightmare of Anarchy
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna win this Body Bag and head onto the next event of Wargames or Anarchy to fight for a XWF Universal Championship, unless he's welcome to try to zip me up in the Body Bag at Nightmare of Anarchy, and that name will be none other than The Librarian
Razor said before shrugging.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna be the one who walks out of Nightmare of Anarchy as the winner of the body bag, that fine line between the one of me and Libraran,. I already have someone in mind to win the body bag match, and that's me.
And I will do whatever it takes to give all these people a chance to be the next Body Bag for the Universal title in the near future once I get back into the ring with these men and women who go by The Libraran when we have our Body Bag action next Friday on Nightmare of Anarchy at XWF.
Razor would grin.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  and will be fighting every person for themselves to make sure everything goes right unless someone, unlike my worst enemy of all, doesn't have anything up their sleeve when I get back for Nightmare of Anarchy and kindly beat his ass for the first time since our  Body Bag run in XWF, and someday I will become your next XWF Universal Champion from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Body Bag for the No. 1 Contender for the Universal title ... for once in a lifetime!
Razor dropped the microphone with a thud as Kingdom'' played throughout the arena once again,
the crowd cheering loudly once more as Razor hyped them up even more as he exited the ring and
would begin high-fiving fans at ringside, walking completely around the ring as the scene would
slowly fade out.
]]> The crowd is seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly go out in the
arena, causing a little buzz from the crowd.
'' Wrestling has more than one... royal family.''
As soon as those words are heard, the crowd inside Springwood, Ohio, erupted as you heard the commentator's reaction as well.
Bama: What?
Todd: no Freaking way!
Bama: Is he here? Is this a joke?
Smoke emanated from the stage, completely covering it, as you weren't able to see anything through
it, and before you knew it, Razor Blade is seen walking through the smoke, a big smile on his face
as the crowd erupted even louder at the sight of the American nightmare and Springwood, Ohio's own.
'' Adrenaline, in my soul
Every thought out of control
Do it all to get them off their feet''
Razor glanced out at the crowd, nodding his head, pointing out towards them, dressed to the nines in one of his many custom suits as he knelt down, tapping the ramp with his fist, jumping up to his
feet as he extended his arms out.
''Crowd is here, about to blow
waitin' for me to start the show
out the curtain, lights go up I'm home
Whoooooooooooooa!''
A burst of pyro went off behind Razor as he brought his arms in before pumping his fist as one final
big burst of pyro went off behind him. Razor glanced out at the crowd again, that smile remaining on his face as he walked down the ramp, high-fiving members of the crowd in the front row before
going over and doing the same thing on the other side of the ramp. Razor walked down the rest of
the ramp, stopping at the end of it as he looked around before walking towards the steel steps. He
glanced down at them before tapping them with his hand as he raised his arms, trying to pump up
the crowd before walking up the steel steps as he scaled the turnbuckle, looking around before
extending his arms as even more pyro went off on the stage. Razor hopped down into the ring, 
walking over to the opposite corner as he motioned for a microphone. One was handed to him as
he took it and started walking around the ring, holding it out towards the crowd. Razor nodded his head before walking to the middle of the ring, just soaking all of this in for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Blade would open his eyes, slowly raising the microphone up to his lips.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Springwood, ... Ohio....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: I have just one question for you this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erupted into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Next week at Nightmare of Anarchy. I will win my Body Bag match against The Librarian.
You heard some boos from the crowd as Razor nodded.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday night... Nightmare of Anarchy against The Librarian and a Body Bag.
The crowd cheered even louder, making it pretty clear what they wanted to talk about.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Alright then, let's talk about that, shall we?
Razor cleared his throat a little, licking his lips before he raised the microphone back up to his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: It's been a minute since I've been in action on XWF; in fact, the last time that I was here on Relentless IX...
I'll admit, I had a little pep in my step. I was walking around here fueled by my ego, and I
made it my mission to make a certain Superstar's life...  absolutely miserable. That Superstar? Jenny Myst...
The crowd cheered instantly at the mention, which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? It's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °Death Because now? Body Bag is hell-bent on making other superstars' lives
miserable. Case in
point... eight on nine.
A mixed reaction is heard for the Body Bag match.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Good for them, The Librarian. You managed to find and bring out the
best version of yourself and you're on top of the world once more, kudos to you, Sir.
Razor ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he turned his head and glanced at the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: But now the roles have been reversed, and with me being back on Friday night nightmare of Anarchy Body Bag in Action...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you and I are going to cross paths for the first time, and I, for
one am very much looking forward to it.
Razor turned his head away from the crowd, pondering what to say next.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Best believe that I  have been paying very close attention to what's been going on here when it comes to this Body Bag match between The Librarian
and I.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though The Librarian has been able to outthink, out-box up until this point.
Razor nodded.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: If there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
all never underestimate... myself. There is somebody who knows how to play mind games better... than the Librarian himself. Not taking anyone seriously away from us, as far as
every man and woman for themselves I intend on being on?
Nightmare of Anarchy
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna win this Body Bag and head onto the next event of Wargames or Anarchy to fight for a XWF Universal Championship, unless he's welcome to try to zip me up in the Body Bag at Nightmare of Anarchy, and that name will be none other than The Librarian
Razor said before shrugging.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna be the one who walks out of Nightmare of Anarchy as the winner of the body bag, that fine line between the one of me and Libraran,. I already have someone in mind to win the body bag match, and that's me.
And I will do whatever it takes to give all these people a chance to be the next Body Bag for the Universal title in the near future once I get back into the ring with these men and women who go by The Libraran when we have our Body Bag action next Friday on Nightmare of Anarchy at XWF.
Razor would grin.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  and will be fighting every person for themselves to make sure everything goes right unless someone, unlike my worst enemy of all, doesn't have anything up their sleeve when I get back for Nightmare of Anarchy and kindly beat his ass for the first time since our  Body Bag run in XWF, and someday I will become your next XWF Universal Champion from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Body Bag for the No. 1 Contender for the Universal title ... for once in a lifetime!
Razor dropped the microphone with a thud as Kingdom'' played throughout the arena once again,
the crowd cheering loudly once more as Razor hyped them up even more as he exited the ring and
would begin high-fiving fans at ringside, walking completely around the ring as the scene would
slowly fade out.
]]> <![CDATA[The nightmare is coming home to Anarchy]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50586 Thu, 15 Oct 2026 20:03:43 -0700 Razor]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50586 The crowd is seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly go out in the
arena, causing a little buzz from the crowd.
'' Wrestling has more than one... royal family.''
As soon as those words are heard, the crowd inside Springwood, Ohio, erupted as you heard the commentator's reaction as well.
Bama: What?
Todd: no Freaking way!
Bama: Is he here? Is this a joke?
Smoke emanated from the stage, completely covering it, as you weren't able to see anything through
it, and before you knew it, Razor Blade is seen walking through the smoke, a big smile on his face
as the crowd erupted even louder at the sight of the American nightmare and Springwood, Ohio's own.
'' Adrenaline, in my soul
Every thought out of control
Do it all to get them off their feet''
Razor glanced out at the crowd, nodding his head, pointing out towards them, dressed to the nines in one of his many custom suits as he knelt down, tapping the ramp with his fist, jumping up to his
feet as he extended his arms out.
''Crowd is here, about to blow
waitin' for me to start the show
out the curtain, lights go up I'm home
Whoooooooooooooa!''
A burst of pyro went off behind Razor as he brought his arms in before pumping his fist as one final
big burst of pyro went off behind him. Razor glanced out at the crowd again, that smile remaining on his face as he walked down the ramp, high-fiving members of the crowd in the front row before
going over and doing the same thing on the other side of the ramp. Razor walked down the rest of
the ramp, stopping at the end of it as he looked around before walking towards the steel steps. He
glanced down at them before tapping them with his hand as he raised his arms, trying to pump up
the crowd before walking up the steel steps as he scaled the turnbuckle, looking around before
extending his arms as even more pyro went off on the stage. Razor hopped down into the ring, 
walking over to the opposite corner as he motioned for a microphone. One was handed to him as
he took it and started walking around the ring, holding it out towards the crowd. Razor nodded his head before walking to the middle of the ring, just soaking all of this in for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Blade would open his eyes, slowly raising the microphone up to his lips.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Springwood, ... Ohio....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: I have just one question for you this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erupted into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Next week at Nightmare of Anarchy. I will win my Body Bag match against The Librarian.
You heard some boos from the crowd as Razor nodded.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday night... Nightmare of Anarchy against The Librarian and a Body Bag.
The crowd cheered even louder, making it pretty clear what they wanted to talk about.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Alright then, let's talk about that, shall we?
Razor cleared his throat a little, licking his lips before he raised the microphone back up to his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: It's been a minute since I've been in action on XWF; in fact, the last time that I was here on Relentless IX...
I'll admit, I had a little pep in my step. I was walking around here fueled by my ego, and I
made it my mission to make a certain Superstar's life...  absolutely miserable. That Superstar? Jenny Myst...
The crowd cheered instantly at the mention, which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? It's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °Death Because now? Body Bag is hell-bent on making other superstars' lives
miserable. Case in
point... eight on nine.
A mixed reaction is heard for the Body Bag match.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Good for them, The Librarian. You managed to find and bring out the
best version of yourself and you're on top of the world once more, kudos to you, Sir.
Razor ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he turned his head and glanced at the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: But now the roles have been reversed, and with me being back on Friday night nightmare of Anarchy Body Bag in Action...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you and I are going to cross paths for the first time, and I, for
one am very much looking forward to it.
Razor turned his head away from the crowd, pondering what to say next.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Best believe that I  have been paying very close attention to what's been going on here when it comes to this Body Bag match between The Librarian
and I.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though The Librarian has been able to outthink, out-box up until this point.
Razor nodded.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: If there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
all never underestimate... myself. There is somebody who knows how to play mind games better... than the Librarian himself. Not taking anyone seriously away from us, as far as
every man and woman for themselves I intend on being on?
Nightmare of Anarchy
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna win this Body Bag and head onto the next event of Wargames or Anarchy to fight for a XWF Universal Championship, unless he's welcome to try to zip me up in the Body Bag at Nightmare of Anarchy, and that name will be none other than The Librarian
Razor said before shrugging.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna be the one who walks out of Nightmare of Anarchy as the winner of the body bag, that fine line between the one of me and Libraran,. I already have someone in mind to win the body bag match, and that's me.
And I will do whatever it takes to give all these people a chance to be the next Body Bag for the Universal title in the near future once I get back into the ring with these men and women who go by The Libraran when we have our Body Bag action next Friday on Nightmare of Anarchy at XWF.
Razor would grin.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  and will be fighting every person for themselves to make sure everything goes right unless someone, unlike my worst enemy of all, doesn't have anything up their sleeve when I get back for Nightmare of Anarchy and kindly beat his ass for the first time since our  Body Bag run in XWF, and someday I will become your next XWF Universal Champion from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Body Bag for the No. 1 Contender for the Universal title ... for once in a lifetime!
Razor dropped the microphone with a thud as Kingdom'' played throughout the arena once again,
the crowd cheering loudly once more as Razor hyped them up even more as he exited the ring and
would begin high-fiving fans at ringside, walking completely around the ring as the scene would
slowly fade out.
]]> The crowd is seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly go out in the
arena, causing a little buzz from the crowd.
'' Wrestling has more than one... royal family.''
As soon as those words are heard, the crowd inside Springwood, Ohio, erupted as you heard the commentator's reaction as well.
Bama: What?
Todd: no Freaking way!
Bama: Is he here? Is this a joke?
Smoke emanated from the stage, completely covering it, as you weren't able to see anything through
it, and before you knew it, Razor Blade is seen walking through the smoke, a big smile on his face
as the crowd erupted even louder at the sight of the American nightmare and Springwood, Ohio's own.
'' Adrenaline, in my soul
Every thought out of control
Do it all to get them off their feet''
Razor glanced out at the crowd, nodding his head, pointing out towards them, dressed to the nines in one of his many custom suits as he knelt down, tapping the ramp with his fist, jumping up to his
feet as he extended his arms out.
''Crowd is here, about to blow
waitin' for me to start the show
out the curtain, lights go up I'm home
Whoooooooooooooa!''
A burst of pyro went off behind Razor as he brought his arms in before pumping his fist as one final
big burst of pyro went off behind him. Razor glanced out at the crowd again, that smile remaining on his face as he walked down the ramp, high-fiving members of the crowd in the front row before
going over and doing the same thing on the other side of the ramp. Razor walked down the rest of
the ramp, stopping at the end of it as he looked around before walking towards the steel steps. He
glanced down at them before tapping them with his hand as he raised his arms, trying to pump up
the crowd before walking up the steel steps as he scaled the turnbuckle, looking around before
extending his arms as even more pyro went off on the stage. Razor hopped down into the ring, 
walking over to the opposite corner as he motioned for a microphone. One was handed to him as
he took it and started walking around the ring, holding it out towards the crowd. Razor nodded his head before walking to the middle of the ring, just soaking all of this in for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Blade would open his eyes, slowly raising the microphone up to his lips.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Springwood, ... Ohio....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: I have just one question for you this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erupted into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Next week at Nightmare of Anarchy. I will win my Body Bag match against The Librarian.
You heard some boos from the crowd as Razor nodded.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday night... Nightmare of Anarchy against The Librarian and a Body Bag.
The crowd cheered even louder, making it pretty clear what they wanted to talk about.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Alright then, let's talk about that, shall we?
Razor cleared his throat a little, licking his lips before he raised the microphone back up to his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: It's been a minute since I've been in action on XWF; in fact, the last time that I was here on Relentless IX...
I'll admit, I had a little pep in my step. I was walking around here fueled by my ego, and I
made it my mission to make a certain Superstar's life...  absolutely miserable. That Superstar? Jenny Myst...
The crowd cheered instantly at the mention, which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? It's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °Death Because now? Body Bag is hell-bent on making other superstars' lives
miserable. Case in
point... eight on nine.
A mixed reaction is heard for the Body Bag match.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade: Good for them, The Librarian. You managed to find and bring out the
best version of yourself and you're on top of the world once more, kudos to you, Sir.
Razor ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he turned his head and glanced at the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: But now the roles have been reversed, and with me being back on Friday night nightmare of Anarchy Body Bag in Action...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you and I are going to cross paths for the first time, and I, for
one am very much looking forward to it.
Razor turned his head away from the crowd, pondering what to say next.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Best believe that I  have been paying very close attention to what's been going on here when it comes to this Body Bag match between The Librarian
and I.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though The Librarian has been able to outthink, out-box up until this point.
Razor nodded.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: If there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
all never underestimate... myself. There is somebody who knows how to play mind games better... than the Librarian himself. Not taking anyone seriously away from us, as far as
every man and woman for themselves I intend on being on?
Nightmare of Anarchy
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna win this Body Bag and head onto the next event of Wargames or Anarchy to fight for a XWF Universal Championship, unless he's welcome to try to zip me up in the Body Bag at Nightmare of Anarchy, and that name will be none other than The Librarian
Razor said before shrugging.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna be the one who walks out of Nightmare of Anarchy as the winner of the body bag, that fine line between the one of me and Libraran,. I already have someone in mind to win the body bag match, and that's me.
And I will do whatever it takes to give all these people a chance to be the next Body Bag for the Universal title in the near future once I get back into the ring with these men and women who go by The Libraran when we have our Body Bag action next Friday on Nightmare of Anarchy at XWF.
Razor would grin.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  and will be fighting every person for themselves to make sure everything goes right unless someone, unlike my worst enemy of all, doesn't have anything up their sleeve when I get back for Nightmare of Anarchy and kindly beat his ass for the first time since our  Body Bag run in XWF, and someday I will become your next XWF Universal Champion from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
American Nightmare | Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Body Bag for the No. 1 Contender for the Universal title ... for once in a lifetime!
Razor dropped the microphone with a thud as Kingdom'' played throughout the arena once again,
the crowd cheering loudly once more as Razor hyped them up even more as he exited the ring and
would begin high-fiving fans at ringside, walking completely around the ring as the scene would
slowly fade out.
]]> <![CDATA[What We Are]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50582 Wed, 14 Oct 2026 18:08:41 -0700 (Gravy_Xtreme_5000)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50582
Sitting deep in an ice bath, our hero, Micheal (I don't heal so fast anymore) Graves.

Purple bruises cover his ribs. The damage to his face is covered thanks to his mask, but many cuts are visible across his shoulders and back.

Graves' cardboard Universal Championship sits on a chair, protected by a clear plastic garbage bag.

"'Big Money' Ghost Tank! People been comparing us for years."

Graves starts counting on his fingers.

"Big. Mean. Violent. Controversial...

Handsome."

He deadpans.

"Okay, that one's mostly me.

But I get it.

You put Micheal Graves and Mister Oz next to each other and, from far enough away, we kinda look like the same asshole.

Couple big bastards who've spent most of our lives breaking shit, pissing people off, scaring children and disappointing our mothers."

Graves motions the camera to come closer.

"Get closer.

Because this's the part where shit starts changing between us.

I know you, Oz.

Hell, I've practically BEEN you.

Ghost Tank.

Oswald.

Broken.

Big Money.

Savior of Chicago.

Pick a fuckin' name! I've been man, woman, robot, homeless, and so much more...

Never not been me!

'Dark Warrior' Micheal Graves!

Your money helped pay for the stupid shit WE did while I was running around spray painting #JoinBOB on people. So when I tell you I know you?

I ain't guessing.

I watched you do it while I was doing it right beside you.

I've watched you do it ever since. 

And you know what finally hit me?

The fact that you never evolve.

You molt.

That's all.

Shed one skin, crawled out wearing another one, but nothin' changed about the man wearing it.

New name.

Same giant angry bastard underneath wondering why everybody else don't see the legend he sees.

I know because I was under the refrigerator with you askin' them very same questions.

Maybe that's the comparison everybody keeps makin'?

We're just a couple of cockroaches...

Think about it!

Why do you think they booked this match? 

They've poisoned us.

Stomped us.

Burned the buildings down around us.

Changed owners.

Changed generations.

Changed damn near the entire fuckin' company.

And somehow, with the whole world rooting against us...

There we are.

Still crawling around the kitchen when the lights come on.

Difference is, I eventually accepted what I am, and people seemed to accept me for it.

Weird...

But not as weird as you calling yourself a fuckin' savior."

Graves glances toward the Universal Championship.

"I used to do the same shit, ya know?

Needed everybody to know how dangerous I was.

Thought fear and respect went hand in hand.

Burned bridges just so I could stand in the smoke screaming LOOK WHAT I FUCKING DID!

God, I was exhausting.

Still am, probably!

But I stopped needing to turn surviving into some grand fuckin' mythology. Sometimes you survive because you're special, and sometimes you're just really goddamn hard to kill.

Hell, Judd Hollow shoved your fucking head through a steel cage and here you stand.

See?

Cockroach.

You sure as shit ain't a phoenix!

Phoenixes rise from the ashes."

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"You just keep crawling outta the rubble like a fuckin' pest."

Graves looks toward the Universal Championship again, more lost in thought than anything.

"You and me, Oz. 

We're two guys this place has tried to stomp out for years, and now somebody finally went and got smart.

Cockroach Motel.
 
Don't even gotta kill the fucker.

Just lock him in a room and call it a night.

Been there.

Done that.

Ain't no goin' back!"

Graves lifts himself out of the ice.

"And you're gonna be a pain in my ass.

I already know it.

Too big to drag anywhere easy...

Too stubborn to keep your ass on the floor when I put you there...

Too high on your own farts to make any of this simple...

Good!

It wouldn't feel right if a cockroach just rolled over and died."

Water pours off him onto the floor as he reaches for a towel.

"Any other week, I'd probably have fun with this.

Beat the hell outta each other in some roach infested shithole, see which one of us smells worse when it's over...

That makes for good television."

He starts drying his shoulders.

"But then Charlie Nickles went and fucked up my mood.

I gave Charlie something he didn't even ask for.

My title.

That match didn't need this belt attached to it.

I attached it anyway because I knew I could beat him.

And then I did beat him.

He got every chance in the world to take this from me.

Couldn't do it.

So what happens next?"

Graves' grip tightens around the towel.

"A few days later he went looking for somewhere soft to stick the knife.

He wanted to send me a message.

Well, message fuckin' received!"

Graves drops the towel.

"I've spent a lot of time since then thinking about what I'm gonna do when Charlie and I are standing in the same room again.

None of it's healthy.

But he ain't standing in front of me this week.

You are."

He walks over to the chair and tears the garbage bag away from the Universal Championship.

"So I'm gonna take all that shit Charlie put in my head and work through some of it on you.

Sorry.

Then I'm stuffing your big ass in that room."

He throws the championship over his shoulder.

"And while you're in there all to yourself?

Molt some more.

Fuck, invent a whole new you.

Maybe 'King of Room 6, Savior of the Ice Machine'. 

Believe in the continental breakfast!

Won't matter.

Whatever shitty version of you that comes next is gonna be on the wrong side of the same locked door.

Then I can go back to thinking about Charlie Nickles."

He starts to walk off, then glances back.

"And hey, don't take any of it personally.

Actually...

Oz... take everything personally.

And thank your old pal Charlie for what comes next..."
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]]>
Sitting deep in an ice bath, our hero, Micheal (I don't heal so fast anymore) Graves.

Purple bruises cover his ribs. The damage to his face is covered thanks to his mask, but many cuts are visible across his shoulders and back.

Graves' cardboard Universal Championship sits on a chair, protected by a clear plastic garbage bag.

"'Big Money' Ghost Tank! People been comparing us for years."

Graves starts counting on his fingers.

"Big. Mean. Violent. Controversial...

Handsome."

He deadpans.

"Okay, that one's mostly me.

But I get it.

You put Micheal Graves and Mister Oz next to each other and, from far enough away, we kinda look like the same asshole.

Couple big bastards who've spent most of our lives breaking shit, pissing people off, scaring children and disappointing our mothers."

Graves motions the camera to come closer.

"Get closer.

Because this's the part where shit starts changing between us.

I know you, Oz.

Hell, I've practically BEEN you.

Ghost Tank.

Oswald.

Broken.

Big Money.

Savior of Chicago.

Pick a fuckin' name! I've been man, woman, robot, homeless, and so much more...

Never not been me!

'Dark Warrior' Micheal Graves!

Your money helped pay for the stupid shit WE did while I was running around spray painting #JoinBOB on people. So when I tell you I know you?

I ain't guessing.

I watched you do it while I was doing it right beside you.

I've watched you do it ever since. 

And you know what finally hit me?

The fact that you never evolve.

You molt.

That's all.

Shed one skin, crawled out wearing another one, but nothin' changed about the man wearing it.

New name.

Same giant angry bastard underneath wondering why everybody else don't see the legend he sees.

I know because I was under the refrigerator with you askin' them very same questions.

Maybe that's the comparison everybody keeps makin'?

We're just a couple of cockroaches...

Think about it!

Why do you think they booked this match? 

They've poisoned us.

Stomped us.

Burned the buildings down around us.

Changed owners.

Changed generations.

Changed damn near the entire fuckin' company.

And somehow, with the whole world rooting against us...

There we are.

Still crawling around the kitchen when the lights come on.

Difference is, I eventually accepted what I am, and people seemed to accept me for it.

Weird...

But not as weird as you calling yourself a fuckin' savior."

Graves glances toward the Universal Championship.

"I used to do the same shit, ya know?

Needed everybody to know how dangerous I was.

Thought fear and respect went hand in hand.

Burned bridges just so I could stand in the smoke screaming LOOK WHAT I FUCKING DID!

God, I was exhausting.

Still am, probably!

But I stopped needing to turn surviving into some grand fuckin' mythology. Sometimes you survive because you're special, and sometimes you're just really goddamn hard to kill.

Hell, Judd Hollow shoved your fucking head through a steel cage and here you stand.

See?

Cockroach.

You sure as shit ain't a phoenix!

Phoenixes rise from the ashes."

[Image: REeu73U.png]

"You just keep crawling outta the rubble like a fuckin' pest."

Graves looks toward the Universal Championship again, more lost in thought than anything.

"You and me, Oz. 

We're two guys this place has tried to stomp out for years, and now somebody finally went and got smart.

Cockroach Motel.
 
Don't even gotta kill the fucker.

Just lock him in a room and call it a night.

Been there.

Done that.

Ain't no goin' back!"

Graves lifts himself out of the ice.

"And you're gonna be a pain in my ass.

I already know it.

Too big to drag anywhere easy...

Too stubborn to keep your ass on the floor when I put you there...

Too high on your own farts to make any of this simple...

Good!

It wouldn't feel right if a cockroach just rolled over and died."

Water pours off him onto the floor as he reaches for a towel.

"Any other week, I'd probably have fun with this.

Beat the hell outta each other in some roach infested shithole, see which one of us smells worse when it's over...

That makes for good television."

He starts drying his shoulders.

"But then Charlie Nickles went and fucked up my mood.

I gave Charlie something he didn't even ask for.

My title.

That match didn't need this belt attached to it.

I attached it anyway because I knew I could beat him.

And then I did beat him.

He got every chance in the world to take this from me.

Couldn't do it.

So what happens next?"

Graves' grip tightens around the towel.

"A few days later he went looking for somewhere soft to stick the knife.

He wanted to send me a message.

Well, message fuckin' received!"

Graves drops the towel.

"I've spent a lot of time since then thinking about what I'm gonna do when Charlie and I are standing in the same room again.

None of it's healthy.

But he ain't standing in front of me this week.

You are."

He walks over to the chair and tears the garbage bag away from the Universal Championship.

"So I'm gonna take all that shit Charlie put in my head and work through some of it on you.

Sorry.

Then I'm stuffing your big ass in that room."

He throws the championship over his shoulder.

"And while you're in there all to yourself?

Molt some more.

Fuck, invent a whole new you.

Maybe 'King of Room 6, Savior of the Ice Machine'. 

Believe in the continental breakfast!

Won't matter.

Whatever shitty version of you that comes next is gonna be on the wrong side of the same locked door.

Then I can go back to thinking about Charlie Nickles."

He starts to walk off, then glances back.

"And hey, don't take any of it personally.

Actually...

Oz... take everything personally.

And thank your old pal Charlie for what comes next..."
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]]> <![CDATA[Place Your Hands Together]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50578 Wed, 14 Oct 2026 09:58:57 -0700 Mr. Oz]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50578


The sound of an organ blared over speakers all across as it played its haunting tune, before someone spoke in the same manner as some Southern preachers as he spoke:

"WELCOME, SINNERS! WELCOME TO THE HOLY CHURCH OF OUR TRUE SAVIOR! COME TO OUR CHURCH! WELCOME! TO THE WONDERFUL CHURCH OF OZ!"

The video feed starts as we see inside of a very opulent looking megachurch. Each seat filled, as an orchestra version of Oswald's theme song is played, featuring organs, a brass section, a choir, wood and wind, and drums, all led by a highly experienced conductor.

A priest coming out to well crafted podium to the song. Smiling, dressed in a robe featuring Oswald's Ghost Tank colors of black and neon green trim. Soon the music tapered off as the 'Priest' began to speak as he looked at a paper.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, those in-between! Welcome to the first day of Worship. Welcome to the rest of your days praising the Savior of Chicago himself, Mister Oswald Autem Sephtis!"

There was a deafening sound of hundreds clapping their hands hard before he called for them to slow to a stop

"On this day, our Savior wishes to speak about a couple things. He has chosen this day to not only grace us with his appearance, but to also speak about his upcoming match with the one named Michael Graves!"

The entire congregation booed at the mention his name. Roaring sounds of disgust as well as a chant of 'FUCK YOU GRAVES!' from a few dozen.

"So, without further delay: MISTER OZ!!!"

He and the people inside clapped as well as some letting out whistles and cheers as Oz's music plays once more, and out would come Oz. He was dressed head to toe with a black suit, a bright green tie. He waved to the crowd, with some bloody shrill cries from some. Once Oz comes to the podium, hands clasping the preacher's, who bowed as he shook hands. He backed up quickly after, his head bowed as he stood there and Oz opened his mouth, as people are motioned to for the congregation to calm down.

"Hello there, my followers. I must say, it's so, so heartwarming to see you people believe in me so deeply, so passionately." 

He chuckled

"I never asked for this..."

He did.

"I never asked to be treated like this."

That's a lie.

"First things first. Graves. You beat me the last time we went up against one another. Not going to happen this time. You have been a thorn in my side for years. Since BOB. Since then, I've lost all but one friend in the XWF company. Even then, he's not around as much as he used to be. You are the last face in my past that keeps popping up that won't disappear no matter how hard I wish it. You somehow finagled your way to being the Universal Champ. Congrats. I know I can beat you though. This is when people would say 'I'm going to lock-in', but I'm not a normal person.

Oh no, no. Y'see, I'm much more than that. Beating me, has shown that I owe you a debt. A debt that only I can pay you. A debt that you would wish I didn't repay. Because at Nightmare on Anarchy, in our Roach Motel match, I plan on paying you in full, and you're going to realize why I am always going to be loved.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT!?"

A majority of the church followers stood while cheering and clapping, until they are gently commanded to sit back down. 

"At Anarchy, I'm going to show this company... I'm going to show YOU that I am a man of my word. I am going to show the owners that I am YOUR equal! I plan on beating the daylights out of you! I plan on showing that between the two of us, I am the one worth the Universal championship! At Anarchy on Nightmare, amongst all those there, I will make them believe in me like my people in Chicago!"

More cheers, more applause!

"The XWF runs off of MY BLOOD! Runs off MY SWEAT! MY TEARS! LET THEM HEAR IT CHICAGO! LET THEM KNOW JUST WHO RUNS THIS COMPANY! WHO IS THE ONE YEAR IN, YEAR OUT, HAS NEVER STOPPED A SINGLE FUCKING TIME SINCE THE PANDEMIC!?

I AM AND WILL FOREVER BE, THE REASON THIS COMPANY STILL EXISTS! WHY IT HASN'T GONE BANKRUPT!

I AM THE GOD OF THIS COMPANY!

I AM THE ONE WHO KEEPS THE LIGHTS ON!

I AM-"

The electricity is cut out as he was about to speak again, as pulsing high pitched sounds blasted straight into the room, causing people to start screaming in pain. People dressed in white clothing and masks, ran in with large earphones. Oz dropped to his knees from the sound, but as they go to try and cuff him, he let out a roar that is covered up by the sound assault. His right hand like a viper's strike, snatching the person by their skull, palming them like a basketball. If the sound wasn't blaring, they'd be able to hear the screams, the bones crunching, as with one hand and seemingly a roar of anger, squeezing hard, trying to close his hand like a fist. Some assailants ran in and started hitting him with metal bats, but instead of going down he swung his arm, using them like his own bat. However, instead of letting them fly and stay intact, he ended up flinging a carcass with a mask full of bone pieces, brain matter, blood and detached eyeballs.

The video started fading with Oz laughing, as he is surrounded by the white garbed people, aiming guns at him and the sound stopped its loud music, and his laugh sounded like his throat was filled with rocks and sandpaper, to show how harsh those roars shred his vocals. Looking up at one, grinning.

"Death..."]]>


The sound of an organ blared over speakers all across as it played its haunting tune, before someone spoke in the same manner as some Southern preachers as he spoke:

"WELCOME, SINNERS! WELCOME TO THE HOLY CHURCH OF OUR TRUE SAVIOR! COME TO OUR CHURCH! WELCOME! TO THE WONDERFUL CHURCH OF OZ!"

The video feed starts as we see inside of a very opulent looking megachurch. Each seat filled, as an orchestra version of Oswald's theme song is played, featuring organs, a brass section, a choir, wood and wind, and drums, all led by a highly experienced conductor.

A priest coming out to well crafted podium to the song. Smiling, dressed in a robe featuring Oswald's Ghost Tank colors of black and neon green trim. Soon the music tapered off as the 'Priest' began to speak as he looked at a paper.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, those in-between! Welcome to the first day of Worship. Welcome to the rest of your days praising the Savior of Chicago himself, Mister Oswald Autem Sephtis!"

There was a deafening sound of hundreds clapping their hands hard before he called for them to slow to a stop

"On this day, our Savior wishes to speak about a couple things. He has chosen this day to not only grace us with his appearance, but to also speak about his upcoming match with the one named Michael Graves!"

The entire congregation booed at the mention his name. Roaring sounds of disgust as well as a chant of 'FUCK YOU GRAVES!' from a few dozen.

"So, without further delay: MISTER OZ!!!"

He and the people inside clapped as well as some letting out whistles and cheers as Oz's music plays once more, and out would come Oz. He was dressed head to toe with a black suit, a bright green tie. He waved to the crowd, with some bloody shrill cries from some. Once Oz comes to the podium, hands clasping the preacher's, who bowed as he shook hands. He backed up quickly after, his head bowed as he stood there and Oz opened his mouth, as people are motioned to for the congregation to calm down.

"Hello there, my followers. I must say, it's so, so heartwarming to see you people believe in me so deeply, so passionately." 

He chuckled

"I never asked for this..."

He did.

"I never asked to be treated like this."

That's a lie.

"First things first. Graves. You beat me the last time we went up against one another. Not going to happen this time. You have been a thorn in my side for years. Since BOB. Since then, I've lost all but one friend in the XWF company. Even then, he's not around as much as he used to be. You are the last face in my past that keeps popping up that won't disappear no matter how hard I wish it. You somehow finagled your way to being the Universal Champ. Congrats. I know I can beat you though. This is when people would say 'I'm going to lock-in', but I'm not a normal person.

Oh no, no. Y'see, I'm much more than that. Beating me, has shown that I owe you a debt. A debt that only I can pay you. A debt that you would wish I didn't repay. Because at Nightmare on Anarchy, in our Roach Motel match, I plan on paying you in full, and you're going to realize why I am always going to be loved.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT!?"

A majority of the church followers stood while cheering and clapping, until they are gently commanded to sit back down. 

"At Anarchy, I'm going to show this company... I'm going to show YOU that I am a man of my word. I am going to show the owners that I am YOUR equal! I plan on beating the daylights out of you! I plan on showing that between the two of us, I am the one worth the Universal championship! At Anarchy on Nightmare, amongst all those there, I will make them believe in me like my people in Chicago!"

More cheers, more applause!

"The XWF runs off of MY BLOOD! Runs off MY SWEAT! MY TEARS! LET THEM HEAR IT CHICAGO! LET THEM KNOW JUST WHO RUNS THIS COMPANY! WHO IS THE ONE YEAR IN, YEAR OUT, HAS NEVER STOPPED A SINGLE FUCKING TIME SINCE THE PANDEMIC!?

I AM AND WILL FOREVER BE, THE REASON THIS COMPANY STILL EXISTS! WHY IT HASN'T GONE BANKRUPT!

I AM THE GOD OF THIS COMPANY!

I AM THE ONE WHO KEEPS THE LIGHTS ON!

I AM-"

The electricity is cut out as he was about to speak again, as pulsing high pitched sounds blasted straight into the room, causing people to start screaming in pain. People dressed in white clothing and masks, ran in with large earphones. Oz dropped to his knees from the sound, but as they go to try and cuff him, he let out a roar that is covered up by the sound assault. His right hand like a viper's strike, snatching the person by their skull, palming them like a basketball. If the sound wasn't blaring, they'd be able to hear the screams, the bones crunching, as with one hand and seemingly a roar of anger, squeezing hard, trying to close his hand like a fist. Some assailants ran in and started hitting him with metal bats, but instead of going down he swung his arm, using them like his own bat. However, instead of letting them fly and stay intact, he ended up flinging a carcass with a mask full of bone pieces, brain matter, blood and detached eyeballs.

The video started fading with Oz laughing, as he is surrounded by the white garbed people, aiming guns at him and the sound stopped its loud music, and his laugh sounded like his throat was filled with rocks and sandpaper, to show how harsh those roars shred his vocals. Looking up at one, grinning.

"Death..."]]> <![CDATA[Please Report to the Library]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50581 Wed, 14 Oct 2026 02:59:40 -0700 Liblib]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50581
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A pack of teens ran like scared little piggies through the halls of Springwood High School. The monster had returned. Unkillable. Inescapable. But they’re kids. Full of hope. A whole life to live for. Doomed as they might be, they still ran with the impulsive survival instinct that any kid who has a lot to live for has. The longer they stayed ahead of him, the less time Freddy had to kill.

At least they hoped. 

But Freddy was toying with him. Those razor-bladed fingers that had killed scores just like them dragged over the lockers, sending sparks and metal flying.

Each classroom door they came across was locked. When they tried to shatter the windows set into the doors, the glass turned to bleeding stone.

“Squeal little piggies,” Krueger yelled in a creepy giggle. He grew stronger the more their fear bloomed. And that fear was in overdrive… no need for the legendary slasher to rush the slaughter.

Still, they ran. Even as the lockers ahead of them flew open and spilled out gory premonitions of the teens' impending demise, hope pumped through them despite it all.

“Attention Students!” A feminine voice resonated through the PA System like velvet. Oddly soothing in the middle of the plight.

“Please report to the library.”

It was so comforting that they stopped for a beat to orient themselves. Some screamed it was another Krueger trap. But they saw the monster pause, curiously looking at the hallway intercom.

“Looks like the Librarian is on the menu too,” he chuckled.

They ran harder than ever. The weaker ones gave out, but the others weren’t gonna give Krueger the satisfaction. The jocks hoisted them over their shoulders and sprinted as if their lives depended on it. Because, well, it did.

Freddy killed the lights, swallowing them in darkness. And the only one who could navigate it was the demonic bastard chasing them.

“Keep running. Forward.” The lady said through the system again. They did, blindly tripping over each other. “Turn left now.” They obeyed. “Keep going.” They worked together, linking arms. Her voice was their lighthouse in the storm. “Now, right. Stop!” They smashed into each other.

But a door was there.

It opened, and they rushed in, screaming, tossing themselves under tables and behind bookshelves. The lights were on. The darkness couldn’t reach them.

Yet the door remained open, and Freddy invited himself in. His steps were cautious, though. He’s the GOAT of this nightmare shit. Something was fishy.

A woman stood before him, dressed in the bland attire a Librarian would wear. Conventionally attractive but nothing remarkable otherwise.

“Mr. Krueger. I was a fan of the books you were featured in after the movies came out.”

She adjusted a book on a shelf, aligning its spine perfectly with the others.

“I’ve read quite a few of them, and while I appreciate your popularity, I can’t help but notice your character suffers from an unfortunate lack of development. Same jokes. Same tricks. Same predictable patterns of behavior. One would think after so many appearances, you’d have learned to surprise the audience. It reminds me of my opponent for this Anarchy on your home turf. Razor Blade. The comparison is uncanny. Though I do say he’s more formidable than you.”

Freddy grinned. She’d slipped up. With a snap of his knife fingers, bookshelves morphed into a menacing dragon, the books forming the scales of the beast. But the face wasn’t a dragon’s. It was Razor Blade’s

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“Gotcha cunt! How’s this for changing things up!”

“Oh No!” She feigned fright. “Whatever shall I do?”

Reaching into her attire, she pulled out a large tome like a Grand Maester would use.

“Mayhaps I’ll use this Book of Infinite Wins as I will on Anarchy?”

She walloped the dragon, destroying it. Krueger recoiled, seething.

“Cheeky Bitch!”

He’d had enough and charged, finger-blades arching. She opened the book, caught his hand with it, then slammed it shut, and *PUFF* Freddy vanished inside it. The Librarian’s eyes turned milky white. Trance-like.

Freddy arrived inside the book. Feet stuck upon a blank page, immobilized like a fly in a glue trap. Familiar names began filling out the page, scribbled by an unseen hand. Krueger’s victims. And each letter of those names sprang to life, coalescing into inky forms of their physical selves.

“NO! I killed you all!” Freddy felt something he hadn’t since he got his ass beat by Jason Voorhees.

FEAR.

They converged on him en masse. He screamed like a bitch. It wasn’t long before they devoured him like zombies in an apocalypse. The only thing left of him was the bladed-fingers glove.

Back in the library, the glove of knives fell from the book, and the Librarian collected it.

“Ah, Razor Blade. I’ve been looking forward to this. You strike me as the sort of character one finds in a dreadful little paperback, all sharp edges on the cover and absolutely nothing of substance between them.

A broken record you certainly are. Same tired threats. Same predictable bravado. Same John Blade gimmick infringement. How terribly convenient. One hardly needs to read ahead when the plot is painfully obvious.

Razor, a blade’s only useful when it actually cuts something. And the only thing you’ve been cutting is the cheese, because you stink. I’ve seen more formidable characters in children's books. But please do try to surprise me on Anarchy. 

Although, judging by your reputation, I suspect the only thing you’ll be cutting that evening is your own chapter short.”

She fitted the bladed glove onto her hand.

“You’re a book with a thousand pages and not a single worthwhile sentence, Razor, and at Anarchy, in our body bag match, I’m about to close the cover on you for good.”

The students emerged from hiding, gathering around her in awe.

She flexed the glove and looked upon the teens.

“I sense some of you have overdue books.”

The library door slammed shut.

Students screamed.

The End.]]>
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A pack of teens ran like scared little piggies through the halls of Springwood High School. The monster had returned. Unkillable. Inescapable. But they’re kids. Full of hope. A whole life to live for. Doomed as they might be, they still ran with the impulsive survival instinct that any kid who has a lot to live for has. The longer they stayed ahead of him, the less time Freddy had to kill.

At least they hoped. 

But Freddy was toying with him. Those razor-bladed fingers that had killed scores just like them dragged over the lockers, sending sparks and metal flying.

Each classroom door they came across was locked. When they tried to shatter the windows set into the doors, the glass turned to bleeding stone.

“Squeal little piggies,” Krueger yelled in a creepy giggle. He grew stronger the more their fear bloomed. And that fear was in overdrive… no need for the legendary slasher to rush the slaughter.

Still, they ran. Even as the lockers ahead of them flew open and spilled out gory premonitions of the teens' impending demise, hope pumped through them despite it all.

“Attention Students!” A feminine voice resonated through the PA System like velvet. Oddly soothing in the middle of the plight.

“Please report to the library.”

It was so comforting that they stopped for a beat to orient themselves. Some screamed it was another Krueger trap. But they saw the monster pause, curiously looking at the hallway intercom.

“Looks like the Librarian is on the menu too,” he chuckled.

They ran harder than ever. The weaker ones gave out, but the others weren’t gonna give Krueger the satisfaction. The jocks hoisted them over their shoulders and sprinted as if their lives depended on it. Because, well, it did.

Freddy killed the lights, swallowing them in darkness. And the only one who could navigate it was the demonic bastard chasing them.

“Keep running. Forward.” The lady said through the system again. They did, blindly tripping over each other. “Turn left now.” They obeyed. “Keep going.” They worked together, linking arms. Her voice was their lighthouse in the storm. “Now, right. Stop!” They smashed into each other.

But a door was there.

It opened, and they rushed in, screaming, tossing themselves under tables and behind bookshelves. The lights were on. The darkness couldn’t reach them.

Yet the door remained open, and Freddy invited himself in. His steps were cautious, though. He’s the GOAT of this nightmare shit. Something was fishy.

A woman stood before him, dressed in the bland attire a Librarian would wear. Conventionally attractive but nothing remarkable otherwise.

“Mr. Krueger. I was a fan of the books you were featured in after the movies came out.”

She adjusted a book on a shelf, aligning its spine perfectly with the others.

“I’ve read quite a few of them, and while I appreciate your popularity, I can’t help but notice your character suffers from an unfortunate lack of development. Same jokes. Same tricks. Same predictable patterns of behavior. One would think after so many appearances, you’d have learned to surprise the audience. It reminds me of my opponent for this Anarchy on your home turf. Razor Blade. The comparison is uncanny. Though I do say he’s more formidable than you.”

Freddy grinned. She’d slipped up. With a snap of his knife fingers, bookshelves morphed into a menacing dragon, the books forming the scales of the beast. But the face wasn’t a dragon’s. It was Razor Blade’s

[Image: img]

“Gotcha cunt! How’s this for changing things up!”

“Oh No!” She feigned fright. “Whatever shall I do?”

Reaching into her attire, she pulled out a large tome like a Grand Maester would use.

“Mayhaps I’ll use this Book of Infinite Wins as I will on Anarchy?”

She walloped the dragon, destroying it. Krueger recoiled, seething.

“Cheeky Bitch!”

He’d had enough and charged, finger-blades arching. She opened the book, caught his hand with it, then slammed it shut, and *PUFF* Freddy vanished inside it. The Librarian’s eyes turned milky white. Trance-like.

Freddy arrived inside the book. Feet stuck upon a blank page, immobilized like a fly in a glue trap. Familiar names began filling out the page, scribbled by an unseen hand. Krueger’s victims. And each letter of those names sprang to life, coalescing into inky forms of their physical selves.

“NO! I killed you all!” Freddy felt something he hadn’t since he got his ass beat by Jason Voorhees.

FEAR.

They converged on him en masse. He screamed like a bitch. It wasn’t long before they devoured him like zombies in an apocalypse. The only thing left of him was the bladed-fingers glove.

Back in the library, the glove of knives fell from the book, and the Librarian collected it.

“Ah, Razor Blade. I’ve been looking forward to this. You strike me as the sort of character one finds in a dreadful little paperback, all sharp edges on the cover and absolutely nothing of substance between them.

A broken record you certainly are. Same tired threats. Same predictable bravado. Same John Blade gimmick infringement. How terribly convenient. One hardly needs to read ahead when the plot is painfully obvious.

Razor, a blade’s only useful when it actually cuts something. And the only thing you’ve been cutting is the cheese, because you stink. I’ve seen more formidable characters in children's books. But please do try to surprise me on Anarchy. 

Although, judging by your reputation, I suspect the only thing you’ll be cutting that evening is your own chapter short.”

She fitted the bladed glove onto her hand.

“You’re a book with a thousand pages and not a single worthwhile sentence, Razor, and at Anarchy, in our body bag match, I’m about to close the cover on you for good.”

The students emerged from hiding, gathering around her in awe.

She flexed the glove and looked upon the teens.

“I sense some of you have overdue books.”

The library door slammed shut.

Students screamed.

The End.]]>