<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Character Development | News & Rumors]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Mon, 21 Sep 2026 01:17:23 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Book Of Revelations II. The Unveiling]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50420 Sun, 30 Aug 2026 04:31:24 -0700 Judd Hollow]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50420 You’re All Not Following The Paper Trail]]> You’re All Not Following The Paper Trail]]> <![CDATA[Bring Her. (CD - Garisha)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50315 Tue, 28 Jul 2026 23:49:14 -0700 Garisha]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50315
“Trust,” was all Judd said, nodding toward the door.

Graves had his concerns about the idea, but something had to give with Garisha. She was becoming too much to handle, even for their combined efforts.

“God help us.” Malachi jerked the lock open and stepped into the room. Judd followed him in.

“Howdy, fellas.” Dr. Glen greeted them. The doctor had beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

“She’s been ornery as hell.” He motioned to the vials, needles, and other medical utensils spread across his table. “We’re gonna need stronger restraints moving forward,” the doc added.

That seemed crazy to Graves. The shackles weren’t medical restraints anymore. Hadn't been for quite some time. They were forged steel industrial manacles secured with locking pins and connected by chain thick enough to secure bulldozers to flatbed trailers.

Malachi offered him only a nod and pulled up a chair next to the bed where Garisha lie sedated. His aged eyes, moist at the ducts, fell upon the face that carried such unimaginable destruction beneath it. He squeezed her hand caringly. God, he hated seeing her restrained like this, knowing the horrors that she endured in such a state long before he rescued her. It seemed like every moment they made progress, his vow to rid her of the curse or whatever godforsaken thing had befallen her took two steps back.

“You ain’t gonna’ be able to hide er’ away forever, reverend.” Judd graced his shoulder with a firm press.

A frustrated huff dropped from Malachi.

“I know, but… it just.. I promised to move heaven and earth to make her whole… and you’re asking me to let her embrace that… that… thing… inside her?”

“You’ve helped er’ a plenty. But you’ve reached the wall. I ain’t askin’ you to let her embrace it all. Just do it in doses so it can take the edge off er’.”

Graves hated that it made sense. Garisha was a lot better off than she was when he’d found her, or rather, she found him, but there wasn’t much else he knew to do to help her control the urges.

“Doc?” Malachi prodded him with a look. “What say you?”

“Judd might be correct. Letting her blow off steam in the ring might sate the urges. I would need to join her at ringside, though, just to be safe. As should you.”

Malachi didn’t reply. He brushed strands of her wild hair away from her face.

Judd consoled him with squeezes on the shoulders.

“Think bout the other aspect too. Fire n’ Brimstone. Punishment of the heathens in XWF. Let her loose on ’em as God did with the Angel of the LORD on the Assyrians.”

“And what if she kills one of them?” Graves countered.

“Then nothing of value would be lost,” Judd shrugged. “She’d be exempt from the law cause that there contract says she ain’t liable for bodily harm or death in that ring. Same as all wrestlers.”

Murder was never part of the punishment of XWF. Exposing them for being weak, showing them their woes, hurting them as penance for their sins, and baptism through suffering was the plan.

…. Yet with death on the menu in XWF nowadays, maybe Judd was onto something.

“Your words carry weight, Judd. Everybody’s part of a faction now. It might be good to have someone watching your back. It’s not like I’m spry enough to throw fists with folks.”

He felt dirty saying that. It was like someone else was speaking for him.

“Might need er’ round real quick-like this Warfare, with Dyson havin’ that big ass faction round him.”

Malachi’s bushy brows heaved.

“This Warfare? Shouldn’t we wait?”

He looked from Judd to the Doctor and noticed the shared glance they gave each other - silent agreement that they were on the same page.

Graves dragged a hand down his face. “Good Lord guide me.” He shook his head. “I won’t agree to it unless she’s okay with it. When she comes around I’ll talk to her.”

His tone thickened.. “And I do mean ONLY I will talk to her about it.”

“Wouldn’t have it any utter’ way, reverend.” Judd said as he backed off and headed for the door.]]>
“Trust,” was all Judd said, nodding toward the door.

Graves had his concerns about the idea, but something had to give with Garisha. She was becoming too much to handle, even for their combined efforts.

“God help us.” Malachi jerked the lock open and stepped into the room. Judd followed him in.

“Howdy, fellas.” Dr. Glen greeted them. The doctor had beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

“She’s been ornery as hell.” He motioned to the vials, needles, and other medical utensils spread across his table. “We’re gonna need stronger restraints moving forward,” the doc added.

That seemed crazy to Graves. The shackles weren’t medical restraints anymore. Hadn't been for quite some time. They were forged steel industrial manacles secured with locking pins and connected by chain thick enough to secure bulldozers to flatbed trailers.

Malachi offered him only a nod and pulled up a chair next to the bed where Garisha lie sedated. His aged eyes, moist at the ducts, fell upon the face that carried such unimaginable destruction beneath it. He squeezed her hand caringly. God, he hated seeing her restrained like this, knowing the horrors that she endured in such a state long before he rescued her. It seemed like every moment they made progress, his vow to rid her of the curse or whatever godforsaken thing had befallen her took two steps back.

“You ain’t gonna’ be able to hide er’ away forever, reverend.” Judd graced his shoulder with a firm press.

A frustrated huff dropped from Malachi.

“I know, but… it just.. I promised to move heaven and earth to make her whole… and you’re asking me to let her embrace that… that… thing… inside her?”

“You’ve helped er’ a plenty. But you’ve reached the wall. I ain’t askin’ you to let her embrace it all. Just do it in doses so it can take the edge off er’.”

Graves hated that it made sense. Garisha was a lot better off than she was when he’d found her, or rather, she found him, but there wasn’t much else he knew to do to help her control the urges.

“Doc?” Malachi prodded him with a look. “What say you?”

“Judd might be correct. Letting her blow off steam in the ring might sate the urges. I would need to join her at ringside, though, just to be safe. As should you.”

Malachi didn’t reply. He brushed strands of her wild hair away from her face.

Judd consoled him with squeezes on the shoulders.

“Think bout the other aspect too. Fire n’ Brimstone. Punishment of the heathens in XWF. Let her loose on ’em as God did with the Angel of the LORD on the Assyrians.”

“And what if she kills one of them?” Graves countered.

“Then nothing of value would be lost,” Judd shrugged. “She’d be exempt from the law cause that there contract says she ain’t liable for bodily harm or death in that ring. Same as all wrestlers.”

Murder was never part of the punishment of XWF. Exposing them for being weak, showing them their woes, hurting them as penance for their sins, and baptism through suffering was the plan.

…. Yet with death on the menu in XWF nowadays, maybe Judd was onto something.

“Your words carry weight, Judd. Everybody’s part of a faction now. It might be good to have someone watching your back. It’s not like I’m spry enough to throw fists with folks.”

He felt dirty saying that. It was like someone else was speaking for him.

“Might need er’ round real quick-like this Warfare, with Dyson havin’ that big ass faction round him.”

Malachi’s bushy brows heaved.

“This Warfare? Shouldn’t we wait?”

He looked from Judd to the Doctor and noticed the shared glance they gave each other - silent agreement that they were on the same page.

Graves dragged a hand down his face. “Good Lord guide me.” He shook his head. “I won’t agree to it unless she’s okay with it. When she comes around I’ll talk to her.”

His tone thickened.. “And I do mean ONLY I will talk to her about it.”

“Wouldn’t have it any utter’ way, reverend.” Judd said as he backed off and headed for the door.]]> <![CDATA[From @getouttamyringerson's burner account]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50314 Mon, 27 Jul 2026 10:36:22 -0700 @getouttamyringerson]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50314 ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Book Of Malachi II. - Ashes On The Alter]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50302 Mon, 20 Jul 2026 14:22:37 -0700 Judd Hollow]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50302 The Greatest Trick The Devil Ever Pulled…]]> The Greatest Trick The Devil Ever Pulled…]]> <![CDATA[From the Desk of the Director]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50299 Sun, 19 Jul 2026 12:39:51 -0700 Jordan Penn]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50299
Clowns R’ Us 2000 are paper champions. On paper, they tell you exactly who and what they are. In reality, they managed to take what Charles and I busted our arses to earn. We traveled to fucking Mars only to have those charlatan circus performers steal what is rightfully ours. But that was then. Since then, I’ve been working. Along with my partner, I earned a shot at another tag title in UGWC. I did it by beating a current champion and once again beating my brother Sebastian. If he can survive his defense against Graves, I’d say we aren’t done yet. He has something I want. First, though, I have unfinished business, not just with the Clowns, but with Remi Storm. 

It’s no secret that my singles record has been spotty at best in the past few months. Remi is one of those who beat me one on one. I’d like to see the look on her face when I’m the one with my hand raised, regaining the XWF tag team titles with my chosen brother Charlie Nickles and she is left losing yet another title match. I can almost taste it. 

To be blunt, I am the tag division. Here, in the Coalition and anywhere else I choose to deem worthy of my time. All that I touch turns to gold. It’s why they put my face front and center on the Bad Medicine poster. I understand that they felt the need to airbrush my scar out. It’s a defining feature, but it’s something I’m willing to accept knowing that management believes in me and my ability to steal the show and regain the tag team championships. 

The clowns love to mock, to cosplay as others, because they have no personality of their own. They can’t even stick to two clowns as champions. Surely we’ll see Astronaut and Houston clown again after their big victory, right? After all, they are the tag team champions. Nope. We get Southern Gentleman Detective Clown and Noir Clown. But they as a collective are simply sight gags and one-liners to get a laugh. There is no substance to be found. 

They love to mock my Director persona. To insinuate that I had something to do with the injuries to Jennie Nickles and manipulate the Charlie Nickles is…honestly flattering. Because regardless of whether or not any of it is true, they are giving me credit for doing something no one else could do. Think about it. Jennie Nichols, the Scarlet Verdict, who went to prison for murdering several men. Jennie, a dangerous woman who also had success in our business for a brief time. If I took her out? Just imagine how dangerous that makes me. 

Then there’s her brother, the great Nickleman, who’s a grand slam champion in XWF, a future Legend. The man who let’s not forget, reduced Peter Principle to his personal puppet, terrorized the entire company for months. A vicious pit bull of a man who even the greatest of XWF stars fears is now my lap dog? I may laugh at the thought but yet, that means I did what no one else could and played 3D chess to manipulate the greatest manipulator the XWF has ever seen. Does that not prove I am the Director? I am in charge and I make the impossible happen? Believe what you want, but my reputation precedes me.

Let’s shift focus to the other “team” involved in this contest. We have Remington Storm, who unfortunately holds a win over me. She says she hates my face. She admires people like Rowan Vance, an inexperienced child who has done nothing in this business. She’s disgusted by me and, in turn, my brother. The irony of that coming from someone who looks like someone asked Stevie Wonder to draw Jenny Myst from memory. She looks like she went in for a Brazilian wax and they couldn’t tell which end, which set of lips to wax because not only was the mug that ugly, but the amount of natural hair was about the same. See, two can play at that game, Remi.

Congratulations on winning the Television championship. You beat Bobby Bourbon and if the year wasn’t 2026, that might have been impressive. See, ol’ Bobby, that bastard, hasn’t been the same since his tongue injury. Since he left Thunder Knuckles alone to defend the Anarchy tag titles against me and Thirty-six. See, Thunder Knuckles was supposed to have a mystery partner, but since he has no friends, he stepped up to us alone and we freed Anarchy from TK, maybe forever. Bobby talks a lot of shit, but ultimately, he gets in his own way. Notice that I’m speaking more about him than you right now, Remi? It’s because with you there isn’t much to report. You beat Bobby and then you promptly lost the title to Korvayne. 

While she’s worried about her other match at Bad Medicine, facing Charles and Sam Dyson, who is looking unstoppable, do you really think you can count on her? She took your title. Are you going to let her get away with that? 

And then there’s you, Julia. Congratulations on your TV title win. It’s too bad you’re going to lose it to Charlie. Speaking of which, you’re still bitter about that little stunt that I orchestrated when you teamed up with Charlie against the Exiles, aren’t you? Did you really think he liked you? Did you think you could trust him not to stab you in the back the moment it became advantageous? You have your simps, but I’m starting to believe that is actually short for simpletons and you are the biggest of them all. How delightfully naive it was of you to think that you could just waltz into a tag title opportunity and…oh, I guess here we are. You have the opportunity to team with someone you don’t trust or like. Sound familiar? I suppose the result will be the same then. You not winning and me walking out as a two-team XWF tag team champion. 
]]>
Clowns R’ Us 2000 are paper champions. On paper, they tell you exactly who and what they are. In reality, they managed to take what Charles and I busted our arses to earn. We traveled to fucking Mars only to have those charlatan circus performers steal what is rightfully ours. But that was then. Since then, I’ve been working. Along with my partner, I earned a shot at another tag title in UGWC. I did it by beating a current champion and once again beating my brother Sebastian. If he can survive his defense against Graves, I’d say we aren’t done yet. He has something I want. First, though, I have unfinished business, not just with the Clowns, but with Remi Storm. 

It’s no secret that my singles record has been spotty at best in the past few months. Remi is one of those who beat me one on one. I’d like to see the look on her face when I’m the one with my hand raised, regaining the XWF tag team titles with my chosen brother Charlie Nickles and she is left losing yet another title match. I can almost taste it. 

To be blunt, I am the tag division. Here, in the Coalition and anywhere else I choose to deem worthy of my time. All that I touch turns to gold. It’s why they put my face front and center on the Bad Medicine poster. I understand that they felt the need to airbrush my scar out. It’s a defining feature, but it’s something I’m willing to accept knowing that management believes in me and my ability to steal the show and regain the tag team championships. 

The clowns love to mock, to cosplay as others, because they have no personality of their own. They can’t even stick to two clowns as champions. Surely we’ll see Astronaut and Houston clown again after their big victory, right? After all, they are the tag team champions. Nope. We get Southern Gentleman Detective Clown and Noir Clown. But they as a collective are simply sight gags and one-liners to get a laugh. There is no substance to be found. 

They love to mock my Director persona. To insinuate that I had something to do with the injuries to Jennie Nickles and manipulate the Charlie Nickles is…honestly flattering. Because regardless of whether or not any of it is true, they are giving me credit for doing something no one else could do. Think about it. Jennie Nichols, the Scarlet Verdict, who went to prison for murdering several men. Jennie, a dangerous woman who also had success in our business for a brief time. If I took her out? Just imagine how dangerous that makes me. 

Then there’s her brother, the great Nickleman, who’s a grand slam champion in XWF, a future Legend. The man who let’s not forget, reduced Peter Principle to his personal puppet, terrorized the entire company for months. A vicious pit bull of a man who even the greatest of XWF stars fears is now my lap dog? I may laugh at the thought but yet, that means I did what no one else could and played 3D chess to manipulate the greatest manipulator the XWF has ever seen. Does that not prove I am the Director? I am in charge and I make the impossible happen? Believe what you want, but my reputation precedes me.

Let’s shift focus to the other “team” involved in this contest. We have Remington Storm, who unfortunately holds a win over me. She says she hates my face. She admires people like Rowan Vance, an inexperienced child who has done nothing in this business. She’s disgusted by me and, in turn, my brother. The irony of that coming from someone who looks like someone asked Stevie Wonder to draw Jenny Myst from memory. She looks like she went in for a Brazilian wax and they couldn’t tell which end, which set of lips to wax because not only was the mug that ugly, but the amount of natural hair was about the same. See, two can play at that game, Remi.

Congratulations on winning the Television championship. You beat Bobby Bourbon and if the year wasn’t 2026, that might have been impressive. See, ol’ Bobby, that bastard, hasn’t been the same since his tongue injury. Since he left Thunder Knuckles alone to defend the Anarchy tag titles against me and Thirty-six. See, Thunder Knuckles was supposed to have a mystery partner, but since he has no friends, he stepped up to us alone and we freed Anarchy from TK, maybe forever. Bobby talks a lot of shit, but ultimately, he gets in his own way. Notice that I’m speaking more about him than you right now, Remi? It’s because with you there isn’t much to report. You beat Bobby and then you promptly lost the title to Korvayne. 

While she’s worried about her other match at Bad Medicine, facing Charles and Sam Dyson, who is looking unstoppable, do you really think you can count on her? She took your title. Are you going to let her get away with that? 

And then there’s you, Julia. Congratulations on your TV title win. It’s too bad you’re going to lose it to Charlie. Speaking of which, you’re still bitter about that little stunt that I orchestrated when you teamed up with Charlie against the Exiles, aren’t you? Did you really think he liked you? Did you think you could trust him not to stab you in the back the moment it became advantageous? You have your simps, but I’m starting to believe that is actually short for simpletons and you are the biggest of them all. How delightfully naive it was of you to think that you could just waltz into a tag title opportunity and…oh, I guess here we are. You have the opportunity to team with someone you don’t trust or like. Sound familiar? I suppose the result will be the same then. You not winning and me walking out as a two-team XWF tag team champion. 
]]> <![CDATA[Biography of The Edgecrusher]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50283 Thu, 16 Jul 2026 20:31:01 -0700 Jeffrye421]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50283 The scene opens on a close up of an old, yellowing CRT monitor. The cursor glides across the screen and opens a new window, their home screen is YouTube. The algorithm does what algorithms like to do and suggests a random video with only a few hundred views. A quick click of the mouse and the video loads up, we see the title "Most underrated wrestler nobody remembers." It was posted over 10 years ago by somebody going by the username "Tylerbigbootyluva42069." 

The video begins with a low quality stretched out image of the most generic looking late 90's wrestler you could imagine. He stands six foot tall, long dark dreadlocks hang down over his face. He is shirtless with basic black elbowpads and wrist tape. To really complete the great value attitude era, attire the baggy, slightly glossy black leather pants. The narrator of the video begins to speak. It is a younger male, somewhere in the early to mid-teens.  Either puberty was on its way or he was using a $10 ACER office microphone, his voice hollow with constant cracks and pops.

[Image: ec2002.png]

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: The year is 2002. The AWF is one of the top wrestling companies in a very crowded field. Legendary wrestlers like Luke Shelfstocker, Lajon Witherspoon, The Convict, Drunk N Stupid, dominate the screen. Names known across the world, peak athletes in the prime of their lives battling for the biggest prizes of them all. Meanwhile, silently in the background a wrestler so underrated yet somehow the most important person in wrestling history secretly worked his 7-D chess game. He created the archetype for what modern wrestling psychology is and most people don't even remember he existed.

The image changes to another low-quality PNG file of the same wrestler, this time he's standing backstage at the kraft food services table. A can of soda in one hand, a plate piled high with various meats in the other.

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: According to several completely unverified internet sources The Edgecrusher, real name Marc Summers, was born sometime in the year 1983. He was left on the steps of an orphanage where he lived till around the age of 7 when he was adopted. Tho, historians disagree on the exact date since nobody cared enough to write it down. A fitness celebrity well known in the 80's becomes his father. Sadly, what should have been the beginning of a story book life quickly turned to his own personal hell. The celebrity turned out to be a raging and abusive alcoholic whose entire purpose in life often seemed to be to make Marc miserable. The poor child was able to keep his sanity by watching pro wrestling any chance he could get. He dreamed of being tough like the stars on his screen. Be free from his father, free to be the Marc he was destined to be. A major break came to him around the age of 18, a life changing opportunity was provided to Marc. He was working a part time job cleaning floors at a local sports arena that held monthly wrestling shows. One of those shows a wrestler known for his high flying, hard partying lifestyle had no-showed an event. With only minutes till bell time and no other wrestlers available the AWF booker grabbed the first person he saw... the janitor. And so the Edgecrusher was born.

Yet another low-quality image of The Edgecrusher, this time he sits at a long table. White cloth draped over it, behind him a white curtain with his logo. Below the logo in bold black "Autographs! Today only! $50." the $50 is crossed out and below it "$25." The 25 is also crossed out and below that "Free." There is nobody in line, and the Edgecrusher looks to be struggling to stay awake.

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: The Edgecrusher, also commonly known as "EC" doesn't have an impressive win/loss ratio, despite being the companies longest reigning US champion he lost... a lot. On the surface it appeared he was a really horrible wrestler who just lucked out with a string of fluke wins. A flash in the pan he was not. That's exactly what EC wanted you to think! Every embarrassing loss was all part of his master plan! Then when the time was right he sprung his trap, tricking the US champion into tripping on his own shoelace and knocking himself out on an exposed turnbuckle. He kept up the act of being a moron and retained his title time after time.

Another picture of the Edgecrusher, he stands wearing the AWF US title in the hallway of some random arena. EC slowly fades out of the picture leaving only the empty hallway and a chunk of his elbow Tylerbigbootyluva42069 missed when he was cutting the image out in GIMP.

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: Then suddenly... he was gone.  No announcements, no retirement party, no belt relinquishing, no obituary, just gone. He vanished from the face of the earth never to be seen again. The AWF was eventually exposed as a mafia operation, federal investigators seized the offices, and all AWF records vanished. Did the Edgecrusher just retire and all evidence get destroyed? Was the Edgecrusher somehow involved in the Mafia organization? If so, is he even still alive?

our scene fades to black as Tylerbigbootyluva42069's video abruptly ends. 



Unfortunately, the truth of what happened to Marc over 20 years ago is sooooooooo much more idiotic than any of that...]]> The scene opens on a close up of an old, yellowing CRT monitor. The cursor glides across the screen and opens a new window, their home screen is YouTube. The algorithm does what algorithms like to do and suggests a random video with only a few hundred views. A quick click of the mouse and the video loads up, we see the title "Most underrated wrestler nobody remembers." It was posted over 10 years ago by somebody going by the username "Tylerbigbootyluva42069." 

The video begins with a low quality stretched out image of the most generic looking late 90's wrestler you could imagine. He stands six foot tall, long dark dreadlocks hang down over his face. He is shirtless with basic black elbowpads and wrist tape. To really complete the great value attitude era, attire the baggy, slightly glossy black leather pants. The narrator of the video begins to speak. It is a younger male, somewhere in the early to mid-teens.  Either puberty was on its way or he was using a $10 ACER office microphone, his voice hollow with constant cracks and pops.

[Image: ec2002.png]

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: The year is 2002. The AWF is one of the top wrestling companies in a very crowded field. Legendary wrestlers like Luke Shelfstocker, Lajon Witherspoon, The Convict, Drunk N Stupid, dominate the screen. Names known across the world, peak athletes in the prime of their lives battling for the biggest prizes of them all. Meanwhile, silently in the background a wrestler so underrated yet somehow the most important person in wrestling history secretly worked his 7-D chess game. He created the archetype for what modern wrestling psychology is and most people don't even remember he existed.

The image changes to another low-quality PNG file of the same wrestler, this time he's standing backstage at the kraft food services table. A can of soda in one hand, a plate piled high with various meats in the other.

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: According to several completely unverified internet sources The Edgecrusher, real name Marc Summers, was born sometime in the year 1983. He was left on the steps of an orphanage where he lived till around the age of 7 when he was adopted. Tho, historians disagree on the exact date since nobody cared enough to write it down. A fitness celebrity well known in the 80's becomes his father. Sadly, what should have been the beginning of a story book life quickly turned to his own personal hell. The celebrity turned out to be a raging and abusive alcoholic whose entire purpose in life often seemed to be to make Marc miserable. The poor child was able to keep his sanity by watching pro wrestling any chance he could get. He dreamed of being tough like the stars on his screen. Be free from his father, free to be the Marc he was destined to be. A major break came to him around the age of 18, a life changing opportunity was provided to Marc. He was working a part time job cleaning floors at a local sports arena that held monthly wrestling shows. One of those shows a wrestler known for his high flying, hard partying lifestyle had no-showed an event. With only minutes till bell time and no other wrestlers available the AWF booker grabbed the first person he saw... the janitor. And so the Edgecrusher was born.

Yet another low-quality image of The Edgecrusher, this time he sits at a long table. White cloth draped over it, behind him a white curtain with his logo. Below the logo in bold black "Autographs! Today only! $50." the $50 is crossed out and below it "$25." The 25 is also crossed out and below that "Free." There is nobody in line, and the Edgecrusher looks to be struggling to stay awake.

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: The Edgecrusher, also commonly known as "EC" doesn't have an impressive win/loss ratio, despite being the companies longest reigning US champion he lost... a lot. On the surface it appeared he was a really horrible wrestler who just lucked out with a string of fluke wins. A flash in the pan he was not. That's exactly what EC wanted you to think! Every embarrassing loss was all part of his master plan! Then when the time was right he sprung his trap, tricking the US champion into tripping on his own shoelace and knocking himself out on an exposed turnbuckle. He kept up the act of being a moron and retained his title time after time.

Another picture of the Edgecrusher, he stands wearing the AWF US title in the hallway of some random arena. EC slowly fades out of the picture leaving only the empty hallway and a chunk of his elbow Tylerbigbootyluva42069 missed when he was cutting the image out in GIMP.

Tylerbigbootyluva42069: Then suddenly... he was gone.  No announcements, no retirement party, no belt relinquishing, no obituary, just gone. He vanished from the face of the earth never to be seen again. The AWF was eventually exposed as a mafia operation, federal investigators seized the offices, and all AWF records vanished. Did the Edgecrusher just retire and all evidence get destroyed? Was the Edgecrusher somehow involved in the Mafia organization? If so, is he even still alive?

our scene fades to black as Tylerbigbootyluva42069's video abruptly ends. 



Unfortunately, the truth of what happened to Marc over 20 years ago is sooooooooo much more idiotic than any of that...]]> <![CDATA[Book Of Judd (I.) - Secrets In The Pines]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50264 Sun, 05 Jul 2026 12:51:40 -0700 Judd Hollow]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50264 Sunday’s Gift ]]> Sunday’s Gift ]]> <![CDATA[Liberty Mutual]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50259 Fri, 03 Jul 2026 17:24:08 -0700 Equinox]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50259
Don't look at me like that, I'm just as surprised as you are. Anyways, the Quiznos money dried up and I need some cash. Who's endorsing?]]>
Don't look at me like that, I'm just as surprised as you are. Anyways, the Quiznos money dried up and I need some cash. Who's endorsing?]]> <![CDATA[Book Of Malachi (I.) : The Day Heaven Was Silent]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50245 Tue, 30 Jun 2026 17:57:19 -0700 Judd Hollow]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50245


A Gift, Now Fuck Off]]>


A Gift, Now Fuck Off]]> <![CDATA[II. Prologue: Fire In The Cavern]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50227 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 12:25:11 -0700 Judd Hollow]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50227 Saturday’s Blessing… Now Piss Off]]> Saturday’s Blessing… Now Piss Off]]> <![CDATA[The ART Foundation wants YOU]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50216 Sun, 21 Jun 2026 21:47:30 -0700 JuliaC]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50216 [Image: art2.png]
HERE YE… HERE YE… HERE YE…

The ART Foundation wants YOU!

The ART Foundation isn’t a stable or faction. It is a movement built under the vision of the Artist of Atrocities, the Minx with the Million Nicknames… the GREAT Korvayne… where every moment inside the ring, backstage, and beyond it is treated as a canvas for our artistic visions.

Our goal in XWF is to live by the ART Foundation credo. The ART portion of the ART Foundation is what you make of it in your character's personal view. That is what separates us from factions. For example, ART can be an acronym for Aperture of Real Truth... Art Revives Thought... Abandon Reductive Tastes or some such. Something that captures the idea of the faction's mission. Like, bombastic expression, being outrageous, rebuking the tired and formulaic old guard, etc

You can even change the acronym in every segment or roleplay. Have fun with it.

We’re equal parts in-character collective and out-of-character creative hub, a space for storytelling, collaboration, and pushing angles further than they’ve ever been pushed before in the XWF. If you are content with being background noise, walk away.

We even have our own Discord server!  That’s how you know we’re totally legit!

Current members:

Korvayne (Warfare roster). Former TV Champion. Winner of March’s promo-of-the-month.

Ser Lionel Pennfarthing (Anarchy roster). Everyone’s favorite thespian. He wears many hats, plays many roles. Sometimes he’s Vinnie Lane. Sometimes he’s Darth Farthing. When around Korvayne, he plays three roles: her Hand, her Herald, her captain of the Kweensguard.

The Simp (NPC). He’s a grossly rotund man who defeated 1,000 other simps for the honor of being the one TRUE Simp for Korvayne. He’s a meat shield for her and enjoys being bossed around and abused by her.

Chadsworth (NPC). He’s Korvayne’s artistic Muse. He is physical perfection. The ultimate sexy hot body manly Gigachad. He does not join Korvayne for the shows, so he will rarely, if ever, show up on screen on Warfare. However, he is featured in roleplays.

Doug (NPC). Crusty-looking and older than Scoops if one could believe such a thing. Wears a faded Army jacket. He was homeless until Korvayne came along and let him join if he’d jump on grenades for her and be another meat shield.

Don’t fret if you have a meh win/loss record. I have lost like 4 in a row with Korvayne.

If interested, hit me up here or slide all up in my Discord: avenger1022







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HERE YE… HERE YE… HERE YE…

The ART Foundation wants YOU!

The ART Foundation isn’t a stable or faction. It is a movement built under the vision of the Artist of Atrocities, the Minx with the Million Nicknames… the GREAT Korvayne… where every moment inside the ring, backstage, and beyond it is treated as a canvas for our artistic visions.

Our goal in XWF is to live by the ART Foundation credo. The ART portion of the ART Foundation is what you make of it in your character's personal view. That is what separates us from factions. For example, ART can be an acronym for Aperture of Real Truth... Art Revives Thought... Abandon Reductive Tastes or some such. Something that captures the idea of the faction's mission. Like, bombastic expression, being outrageous, rebuking the tired and formulaic old guard, etc

You can even change the acronym in every segment or roleplay. Have fun with it.

We’re equal parts in-character collective and out-of-character creative hub, a space for storytelling, collaboration, and pushing angles further than they’ve ever been pushed before in the XWF. If you are content with being background noise, walk away.

We even have our own Discord server!  That’s how you know we’re totally legit!

Current members:

Korvayne (Warfare roster). Former TV Champion. Winner of March’s promo-of-the-month.

Ser Lionel Pennfarthing (Anarchy roster). Everyone’s favorite thespian. He wears many hats, plays many roles. Sometimes he’s Vinnie Lane. Sometimes he’s Darth Farthing. When around Korvayne, he plays three roles: her Hand, her Herald, her captain of the Kweensguard.

The Simp (NPC). He’s a grossly rotund man who defeated 1,000 other simps for the honor of being the one TRUE Simp for Korvayne. He’s a meat shield for her and enjoys being bossed around and abused by her.

Chadsworth (NPC). He’s Korvayne’s artistic Muse. He is physical perfection. The ultimate sexy hot body manly Gigachad. He does not join Korvayne for the shows, so he will rarely, if ever, show up on screen on Warfare. However, he is featured in roleplays.

Doug (NPC). Crusty-looking and older than Scoops if one could believe such a thing. Wears a faded Army jacket. He was homeless until Korvayne came along and let him join if he’d jump on grenades for her and be another meat shield.

Don’t fret if you have a meh win/loss record. I have lost like 4 in a row with Korvayne.

If interested, hit me up here or slide all up in my Discord: avenger1022







]]> <![CDATA[New Deal]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50091 Wed, 13 May 2026 17:13:10 -0700 Bobby Bourbon]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50091
"Well, to nobody's surprise, I'm the TV Champion. I will be, too, because, well, I have integrity. Anyhow, I got to thinking, a ton of people who identify as simps probably want an alternative."

"Heck, just ask Xtreme Champion Samael Dyson!"

(05-12-2026, 01:32 PM)Samael Dyson Said: "I want to oil up that fat fucks fat body, pinch his rolls together, and fuck them."

Bobby nods.

"While I don't feel body shamed, considering my slim, trim 15% bodyfat body, I do feel astonishingly sexy."

"In fact, I'm a boy dad, so some people just want to wax their carrot or schlick and flick their bean to some prime DILF meat."

"As such..."

Bobby holds up a jar of some foggy looking substance.

"I will be selling bath water to all of you."

"This was not easy to make."

"For starters, I barely fit in many bathtubs being six and a half feet all, so I constructed a special tub just for me."

"Then I took a bath. That wasn't hard, I just usually shower is all, like a reasonable adult."

"Then I had to go out and get all these mason jars."

"So, if you've wanted to Saltburn style Power-Bottom your way to the top, buy Bobby's Bathbomb Water."

"It's the bathwater of a winner."]]>
"Well, to nobody's surprise, I'm the TV Champion. I will be, too, because, well, I have integrity. Anyhow, I got to thinking, a ton of people who identify as simps probably want an alternative."

"Heck, just ask Xtreme Champion Samael Dyson!"

(05-12-2026, 01:32 PM)Samael Dyson Said: "I want to oil up that fat fucks fat body, pinch his rolls together, and fuck them."

Bobby nods.

"While I don't feel body shamed, considering my slim, trim 15% bodyfat body, I do feel astonishingly sexy."

"In fact, I'm a boy dad, so some people just want to wax their carrot or schlick and flick their bean to some prime DILF meat."

"As such..."

Bobby holds up a jar of some foggy looking substance.

"I will be selling bath water to all of you."

"This was not easy to make."

"For starters, I barely fit in many bathtubs being six and a half feet all, so I constructed a special tub just for me."

"Then I took a bath. That wasn't hard, I just usually shower is all, like a reasonable adult."

"Then I had to go out and get all these mason jars."

"So, if you've wanted to Saltburn style Power-Bottom your way to the top, buy Bobby's Bathbomb Water."

"It's the bathwater of a winner."]]> <![CDATA[Melania's Kid's Are Less Than Devloped]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50054 Thu, 30 Apr 2026 08:37:09 -0700 Bobby Bourbon]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50054


Bobby mugs the camera knowing he's getting himself across as a person with one sentence.



"Hey, not much to say, but Melania Trump's kids are underdeveloped, as in benefiting from the 'r' word getting redacted less than TK, and I'm sure that's a fucked up development for some."]]>


Bobby mugs the camera knowing he's getting himself across as a person with one sentence.



"Hey, not much to say, but Melania Trump's kids are underdeveloped, as in benefiting from the 'r' word getting redacted less than TK, and I'm sure that's a fucked up development for some."]]> <![CDATA[Remi's Backstory]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50025 Sat, 25 Apr 2026 07:47:12 -0700 RemiStorm]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50025
UPDATED 5/10/26

Fractured Heart, Indestructable Dream - the very first introduction to Remi, her family, and some of her past

From Spark to Storm 

Repercussions and Revelations

The Thoughts Before - A little CD of her mindset before her Prestige Title match

Forged In The Divide

Another Piece of the Puzzle]]>
UPDATED 5/10/26

Fractured Heart, Indestructable Dream - the very first introduction to Remi, her family, and some of her past

From Spark to Storm 

Repercussions and Revelations

The Thoughts Before - A little CD of her mindset before her Prestige Title match

Forged In The Divide

Another Piece of the Puzzle]]> <![CDATA[Scoops McGee in... “Happily Ever After” - Part One]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49958 Tue, 31 Mar 2026 23:43:38 -0700 Scoops McGee]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49958 There's a part of my life that feels empty without you, even now. No matter what happens, know that I'll always love you forevermore.]]> There's a part of my life that feels empty without you, even now. No matter what happens, know that I'll always love you forevermore.]]>