<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Lethal Lottery V RP Board]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Fri, 05 Jun 2026 18:47:55 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[A More Personal Touch]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35578 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 23:47:51 -0800 Atara Raven]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35578
She had considered a nap but of course coach meant she had neighbors. Neighbors who had taken the nap coarse of action before she could. The sounds people made in their sleep, the stuff they said, it made her shutter. She had little to occupy herself with save a pen and notepad. Between the holiday, training, and this flight, there had been no time to shoot any additional promotional pieces for Lethal Lottery so instead..she put ink to paper. A hand written letter to be delivered once they landed.

The fans may have been robbed, yes, but they would have their fill once the cameras rolled and the bell rung. That Atara had promised and it was a promise she intended to keep. Her aim was to make sure Jessalyn knew she hadn't lost focus this time. To enforce how personal this bout was for Atara

Dearest Jessalyn,

Hello Dove, I hope you are well, especially given the recent holiday and the passing of your friend Abigail. Losses of such an intimate kind are hard to shoulder, I know. Don't concern yourself with how I know, it's an insignificant and trivial thing to focus on. Just know that you have my condolences. I must stress though, this is the digital age, where everything is everywhere and ascessible to everyone. We don't have to be archaeologist, historians, or even present to know a thing happened. I'm sure you can agree, were you there when she died?

I apologize, that was disrespectful, using your friends death to prove point...such a bitch thing to do. May your god, if he exists, be compassionate and grant her spirit access into this heaven I hear you people foaming at the mouth about. It's a silly notion, forgive me for saying, but if it helps you to cope thinking she is in some asomatous utopia, so be it. I don't want any excuses for our upcoming match.

I do wonder however, if you'll indulge me, if Abigail's deceased friends and loved ones are in this hell, is it much of a paradise? There I go again, being an insensitive bitch. You have my sincerest apologies again. I only assume as much because she was your friend and I don't peg you as much of a follower. I mean, it is a faith that suppresses basic human desire and fosters a slave morality.

You're no follower right? You're at the forefront, fighting for what you want. No turning the cheek and loving the enemy with you is there? A trendsetter much like Homer. Remember the Odyssey? Odysseus' decent into the underworld, sort of like Jesus and the harrowing of hell, or Dante and Virgil's journey through the same fiery underworld. Darth Vader's turn to the darkside and his return to light, symbolic resurrections like you hope to have with your career. All original tales right and in no way derivative of anything else? Seriously, I'm asking, rumor has it your the go to for original concepts and ideas.

Like the mispronunciation of my name you came up with. Atari...it's cute and I have never heard it before. I think I'll take it and run. Atari...like Pong smacking Jessalyn's ass back and forth across the arena. Maybe we can get the marketing team to put that on the next poster...of course that means I would have to actually fight.

Oh dear, I have never had to fight before. The dilemma. My life has been perfect, everything handed to me. Looks, brains, my career, this notepad. I just had to exist and simply ask and it all just appeared. Like a Mary Sue, I am just naturally inclined to excel at everything and get everything you had to beg and crawl for. Crisis averted. I'll just ask to win at Lethal Lottery.

Who do I ask though? Oh right...myself. An athlete in a competitive sport were the object is to fight win. Is that right oh wise and mighty Jessalyn who barely got the best of me a few weeks ago. Or should I ask Vita? That would require her to pop a breast out of your mouth I'm afraid, or do you plan to suckle the Jess and Vita thing until it runs dry? Are you fighting, I'm about to name drop, Noah for nursing time?

My suggestion Dove, stop resting on your laurels. Vita is off achieving greatness, stop dragging her name in your mediocrity, she's unhitched the wagon you were on and your own name drops won't change that. Like your recently departed friend, she's possibly moved on to greener pastures. Last time we were in the ring is not this time.

You got yourself into this, you could have shown some dignity and took the win with grace, kept your mouth shut and moved on. (Something you clearly have trouble with, see a therapist by the way. Not a priest, an actual medical professional.) You didn't though, you had to gloat, degrade me, and that's an insult I will not take from someone clearly beneath me.

Remember the Odyssey. A whole epic devoted to how hubris cost a man so much. Years of his life, his closest companions, robbed of witnessing the growth of a child. Lethal Lottery is your Odyssey Jessalyn. I'm taking years off your life. So chin up honey, you might meet Abigail sooner than expected.

Yours Truly
- Bitch

P.S. Vote Drezdin/Knuckles 2020]]>
She had considered a nap but of course coach meant she had neighbors. Neighbors who had taken the nap coarse of action before she could. The sounds people made in their sleep, the stuff they said, it made her shutter. She had little to occupy herself with save a pen and notepad. Between the holiday, training, and this flight, there had been no time to shoot any additional promotional pieces for Lethal Lottery so instead..she put ink to paper. A hand written letter to be delivered once they landed.

The fans may have been robbed, yes, but they would have their fill once the cameras rolled and the bell rung. That Atara had promised and it was a promise she intended to keep. Her aim was to make sure Jessalyn knew she hadn't lost focus this time. To enforce how personal this bout was for Atara

Dearest Jessalyn,

Hello Dove, I hope you are well, especially given the recent holiday and the passing of your friend Abigail. Losses of such an intimate kind are hard to shoulder, I know. Don't concern yourself with how I know, it's an insignificant and trivial thing to focus on. Just know that you have my condolences. I must stress though, this is the digital age, where everything is everywhere and ascessible to everyone. We don't have to be archaeologist, historians, or even present to know a thing happened. I'm sure you can agree, were you there when she died?

I apologize, that was disrespectful, using your friends death to prove point...such a bitch thing to do. May your god, if he exists, be compassionate and grant her spirit access into this heaven I hear you people foaming at the mouth about. It's a silly notion, forgive me for saying, but if it helps you to cope thinking she is in some asomatous utopia, so be it. I don't want any excuses for our upcoming match.

I do wonder however, if you'll indulge me, if Abigail's deceased friends and loved ones are in this hell, is it much of a paradise? There I go again, being an insensitive bitch. You have my sincerest apologies again. I only assume as much because she was your friend and I don't peg you as much of a follower. I mean, it is a faith that suppresses basic human desire and fosters a slave morality.

You're no follower right? You're at the forefront, fighting for what you want. No turning the cheek and loving the enemy with you is there? A trendsetter much like Homer. Remember the Odyssey? Odysseus' decent into the underworld, sort of like Jesus and the harrowing of hell, or Dante and Virgil's journey through the same fiery underworld. Darth Vader's turn to the darkside and his return to light, symbolic resurrections like you hope to have with your career. All original tales right and in no way derivative of anything else? Seriously, I'm asking, rumor has it your the go to for original concepts and ideas.

Like the mispronunciation of my name you came up with. Atari...it's cute and I have never heard it before. I think I'll take it and run. Atari...like Pong smacking Jessalyn's ass back and forth across the arena. Maybe we can get the marketing team to put that on the next poster...of course that means I would have to actually fight.

Oh dear, I have never had to fight before. The dilemma. My life has been perfect, everything handed to me. Looks, brains, my career, this notepad. I just had to exist and simply ask and it all just appeared. Like a Mary Sue, I am just naturally inclined to excel at everything and get everything you had to beg and crawl for. Crisis averted. I'll just ask to win at Lethal Lottery.

Who do I ask though? Oh right...myself. An athlete in a competitive sport were the object is to fight win. Is that right oh wise and mighty Jessalyn who barely got the best of me a few weeks ago. Or should I ask Vita? That would require her to pop a breast out of your mouth I'm afraid, or do you plan to suckle the Jess and Vita thing until it runs dry? Are you fighting, I'm about to name drop, Noah for nursing time?

My suggestion Dove, stop resting on your laurels. Vita is off achieving greatness, stop dragging her name in your mediocrity, she's unhitched the wagon you were on and your own name drops won't change that. Like your recently departed friend, she's possibly moved on to greener pastures. Last time we were in the ring is not this time.

You got yourself into this, you could have shown some dignity and took the win with grace, kept your mouth shut and moved on. (Something you clearly have trouble with, see a therapist by the way. Not a priest, an actual medical professional.) You didn't though, you had to gloat, degrade me, and that's an insult I will not take from someone clearly beneath me.

Remember the Odyssey. A whole epic devoted to how hubris cost a man so much. Years of his life, his closest companions, robbed of witnessing the growth of a child. Lethal Lottery is your Odyssey Jessalyn. I'm taking years off your life. So chin up honey, you might meet Abigail sooner than expected.

Yours Truly
- Bitch

P.S. Vote Drezdin/Knuckles 2020]]> <![CDATA[Shooting at the idiots.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35577 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 23:35:20 -0800 Kieran Overton]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35577 TV title contendership discussions twitch.com shoot.

"Seems like I get placed in a lot of title contention matches, don't I? I want wrestlers to start proving themselves, including me and this match is it. Three idiots, of course, want the shot for the TV title. I don't care or need to hear what you three have said about me because quite frankly, all of you are a waste of space. I can be creative by saying shit myself. If the belt is on the Savage brand, then why is Skully in this match? Last I checked, there were no Warfare wrestlers allowed to compete for the belt, but I guess it's globally. I'm sure you're good, but I don't have time to study what SkullHead has been up to or what matches he's won because quite frankly, I don't give a shit.

However, I know the other two, considering they are on my brand, people like Blackwater. You know the other day when I went to walk with my friends, and then I saw dirty water in the lake which spells trouble if your Donovan Blackwater. Are you sure you want to wrestle with how toxic you are? As I mentioned to Skull head, give me any kinds of shit you like, but I'll sit here and can't be arsed for what people will say about me. That's the attitude I have, along with calling female wrestlers staying in the kitchen. Everything will be the same, but you stay away from being in the dirty water because you will die if you continued messing about with dangerous water that can kill anyone.

Then we have a bolt of thunder called Thunder Knuckles. Who's so packed with energy, only I will stop him from doing so because he's a perfect definition of being a fucking joke. The guy doesn't deserve to be a champion in this company because he has done nothing to earn it. Again, I haven't studied people's wins and losses because I don't give a shit about them. All I care about is me, and it's funny to call yourself Thunder Knuckles when Knuckles in Sonic doesn't even use electricity. Or you can wear gloves with electric bolts coming out from the glove, but I suppose you never thought about that. What sort of sense does it make to call yourself Thunder Knuckles when you don't even bring proper electricity in the ring with you?

You're just a pathetic entertainer who needs to joke around with people. I entertain people with my fucking mouth. You might be overweight and ugly looking guy like myself, but I still don't like you because you're garbage and as I said, I don't care for what you usually say or do, but I can't figure out your nickname at all. Blackwater seems to be from what I remember one of this friendly goodie too shoes guy who wants everyone to treat him with respect. Respect him for what? Taking a shit in the park? Na, fuck out of here. I only respect my, myself and I. I'm going to fuck all four of you up or crack skull head's with my kicks and knees to knock him down.

I haven't forgotten about the TV title contention match being on the line for the match, which to many people is important, but I much prefer going for the X-treame title over the TV, but it'll do for now on this destructive beast's path of rising to greatness with giving each one of my opponents with a ton of pain and suffering because they are pussies and being too skinny and thin doesn't matter anymore because it's about money for some people or hurting people in my case for fun because I'm a violent wreaking machine and nobody is going to get in my way to win this match because Donovan may have beaten me in the past, but he's not going to win this time, no way, no black waters will pollute the company with waving his belt around and I will beat everyone down with and without weapons to win the match, 1,2,3 with me advancing to facing against whoever the TV champion is this Sunday."]]> TV title contendership discussions twitch.com shoot.

"Seems like I get placed in a lot of title contention matches, don't I? I want wrestlers to start proving themselves, including me and this match is it. Three idiots, of course, want the shot for the TV title. I don't care or need to hear what you three have said about me because quite frankly, all of you are a waste of space. I can be creative by saying shit myself. If the belt is on the Savage brand, then why is Skully in this match? Last I checked, there were no Warfare wrestlers allowed to compete for the belt, but I guess it's globally. I'm sure you're good, but I don't have time to study what SkullHead has been up to or what matches he's won because quite frankly, I don't give a shit.

However, I know the other two, considering they are on my brand, people like Blackwater. You know the other day when I went to walk with my friends, and then I saw dirty water in the lake which spells trouble if your Donovan Blackwater. Are you sure you want to wrestle with how toxic you are? As I mentioned to Skull head, give me any kinds of shit you like, but I'll sit here and can't be arsed for what people will say about me. That's the attitude I have, along with calling female wrestlers staying in the kitchen. Everything will be the same, but you stay away from being in the dirty water because you will die if you continued messing about with dangerous water that can kill anyone.

Then we have a bolt of thunder called Thunder Knuckles. Who's so packed with energy, only I will stop him from doing so because he's a perfect definition of being a fucking joke. The guy doesn't deserve to be a champion in this company because he has done nothing to earn it. Again, I haven't studied people's wins and losses because I don't give a shit about them. All I care about is me, and it's funny to call yourself Thunder Knuckles when Knuckles in Sonic doesn't even use electricity. Or you can wear gloves with electric bolts coming out from the glove, but I suppose you never thought about that. What sort of sense does it make to call yourself Thunder Knuckles when you don't even bring proper electricity in the ring with you?

You're just a pathetic entertainer who needs to joke around with people. I entertain people with my fucking mouth. You might be overweight and ugly looking guy like myself, but I still don't like you because you're garbage and as I said, I don't care for what you usually say or do, but I can't figure out your nickname at all. Blackwater seems to be from what I remember one of this friendly goodie too shoes guy who wants everyone to treat him with respect. Respect him for what? Taking a shit in the park? Na, fuck out of here. I only respect my, myself and I. I'm going to fuck all four of you up or crack skull head's with my kicks and knees to knock him down.

I haven't forgotten about the TV title contention match being on the line for the match, which to many people is important, but I much prefer going for the X-treame title over the TV, but it'll do for now on this destructive beast's path of rising to greatness with giving each one of my opponents with a ton of pain and suffering because they are pussies and being too skinny and thin doesn't matter anymore because it's about money for some people or hurting people in my case for fun because I'm a violent wreaking machine and nobody is going to get in my way to win this match because Donovan may have beaten me in the past, but he's not going to win this time, no way, no black waters will pollute the company with waving his belt around and I will beat everyone down with and without weapons to win the match, 1,2,3 with me advancing to facing against whoever the TV champion is this Sunday."]]> <![CDATA[Spare The Theatrics]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35573 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 22:28:52 -0800 Chris Chaos]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35573
"I came back to this company for a reason. Sure, maybe some may view it as a selfish reason, but it is what it is. I came back to this company because they are what I strive to be, the best. There is nowhere out there quite like this place, and believe me I have tried. I bounced around like a pin ball from place to place after I left here. I tried to ride in on my white horse, claiming XWF on my resume because it was the only thing I had left to validate myself after I let my career slip away. I have nobody to blame but myself for all that happened to me, but I was so obsessed with being the Chris Chaos I wanted to be I couldn't be the Chris Chaos I needed to be. I took my ball and went home because I realized I was in over my head. For the first time in my life, I wasn't in control of the chaos, so to speak. I couldn't handle it. Jenny had left, sought greener pasture's, and was successful. She was in other company's, winning titles and I was sitting home, moping about how I just didn't have it anymore.

Hell, I even joined a federation run by Gabe Reno. Go ahead, censor the name if you need to, whatever helps you sleep at night. But that was the low point I hit. Me and him sat around, shared a Scotch or ten, and talked shit like middle school lunchrooms about XWF and how awful they were. How Vinnie was corrupt, how the upper management were nothing but Stepford Managers who clapped encouragement and fair play but had to wipe the brown off their nose at least three times a day. Oh, he had a field day. I did as well. Did I believe any of this? Deep down, to be honest, no. I did not. Here I was, thinking I was a big boy and had overcome one of the major obstacles in my life, settled my differences, and laughed with someone I told myself I hated.

Truth is, he is a spiteful, hateful human being who is never going to change.

Truth is, all that did was make me miss this place even more. All the memories we brought up, though in jest, made me reminisce in the times that were spent here. I realized that through all the bullshit, I really was Dorothy, living in a dream.

There was no place like home.

Throughout my time off, I was keeping tabs on the XWF. I was watching the landscape change. I saw Hanari Carnes come in, speaking of gardeners, and an influx of talents much like him. New characters, new gimmicks, new faces. That is one thing about the XWF, there is never a shortage of warm bodies they label as wrestlers. I thought many times about coming back but I was too worried about my image. Too worried about how deep the hole was that I myself had dug, and how if I abandoned my quest for the Universal Title that I was doing myself a disservice. It wasn't until I saw one of my opponents in this match, Hanari Carnes, almost single handedly defeat the majority of APEX that I began to raise an eyebrow. I thought to myself about how this guy, who really isn't even that good, was able to do something I spent a full calendar year trying to do. I saw Soldier come in and knock off Robert Main like Mario jumping on a gumba.....and it clicked. I knew right then that the entire XWF fault line was beginning to split apart. That times were changing. I knew this was a time to make a move.

Guys like Ned Kaye were getting opportunities, and air time. Guys who were good, but never great, were becoming main stream. Guys who got chance after chance but always seemed to come up short were given the same attention as champions. Men who have a briefcase, and could take a shot at the champ any time they wanted, but hold on to it like the last TV at Wal-Mart on Black Friday are getting the spotlight now. The days of bug rying the mid card are over. Shit, the XWF feels like Germany after World War 2 ended. A new dawn and a new world. Guys who have only heard about Chris Chaos, and heard about the legacy I left behind. Guys who look at the Universal Title history and see my name there, knowing only that I held it but never got a chance to feel the spear themselves, never got a chance to be equalized......

Guys like Ned Kaye have made a living off being mediocre. There are no more legends left on this roster, other than Soldier. While I realize that new legends are in the process of being made, there is nobody there currently. They need a legend in their life, they need to see how the business runs when someone like me is in it. Someone like me can change the entire culture here. Forget the title chases, someone like me can shape the entire company just by merely being on the roster.

..............and there is the old Chris Chaos! I mean the original Chris Chaos! It took me this long to find him, to find myself, but here I am. Guys like Ned Kaye are loaded to the gills with talent but they are heading down the same road I did. They are heading for a slide because their ego is bigger than the North Pole. Guys like him need a reality check. Consider me a Martyr because 6 months ago, I wouldn't have been able to do this but now..........oh yes, now........I am in this to BUILD a future here, not just expect one. Legacies, sure, they are fun, but they can always be re-built. Win or lose tomorrow night, Chris Chaos is back and nobody on the XWF roster is safe.

This roster is loaded now, but was swiss cheese when I left. After APEX died, the talent came flooding in. The problem is, they are all so bland and boring. New faces, new names, new lacadasical attitude. Nobody has that drive anymore. This match is a defining moment in the entire event. It is going to decide who is going to face the overrated and overindugled, generic and flat out boring Centurian.

Yawn.

In the XWF nowadays, guys can fuck sea creatures and get title shot after title shot. Jim said it himself. Opportunity after opportunity.....and all he has to hang his hat on is the Heavymetalweight Title. It is people like him that made my decision that much easier........

But people like him that made me realize that not only did I need the XWF in my life, but they need me. They don't need me holding the top belt right now, hell they don't even need me holding the second top belt, but they need me to shake things up. It has been far too long since I laced a pair of boots under the blue and white letters, and it is going to feel so good to go in there and kick some ass again.

I look at this from the prospective of a fresh start. You see....when I first began here I was greener than a one dollar bill. I was spunky, fearless, and I blasted everyone in my path. I built my way to the top by saying exactly how I felt and not giving a fuck who was offended by it. I built my career in the beginning by being the best I could be, and never backing down from any sort of competition. Winning the Universal Title fucked me up, because when I lost it, I lost myself. I lost who I was, I lost who I wanted to be, and I became a shell of the person who had busted his ass to get there. If I have to run through the mid card again to prove myself, I will. If I have to run through a cycle of belts, competing on various levels of competition, I will. If I have to lose in the beginning to win in the end, I will. This is a fresh start, a new beginning, and even though records last forever, I am forgetting the past ever happened. This is a whole new demon you are all dealing with, and this demon is like nothing you have ever seen before.

And this demon is going to be here for a very, very long time.

I am home, and there is no place I would rather be."

He blows out the candle......the wind whistles outside as the camera cuts off.

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"I came back to this company for a reason. Sure, maybe some may view it as a selfish reason, but it is what it is. I came back to this company because they are what I strive to be, the best. There is nowhere out there quite like this place, and believe me I have tried. I bounced around like a pin ball from place to place after I left here. I tried to ride in on my white horse, claiming XWF on my resume because it was the only thing I had left to validate myself after I let my career slip away. I have nobody to blame but myself for all that happened to me, but I was so obsessed with being the Chris Chaos I wanted to be I couldn't be the Chris Chaos I needed to be. I took my ball and went home because I realized I was in over my head. For the first time in my life, I wasn't in control of the chaos, so to speak. I couldn't handle it. Jenny had left, sought greener pasture's, and was successful. She was in other company's, winning titles and I was sitting home, moping about how I just didn't have it anymore.

Hell, I even joined a federation run by Gabe Reno. Go ahead, censor the name if you need to, whatever helps you sleep at night. But that was the low point I hit. Me and him sat around, shared a Scotch or ten, and talked shit like middle school lunchrooms about XWF and how awful they were. How Vinnie was corrupt, how the upper management were nothing but Stepford Managers who clapped encouragement and fair play but had to wipe the brown off their nose at least three times a day. Oh, he had a field day. I did as well. Did I believe any of this? Deep down, to be honest, no. I did not. Here I was, thinking I was a big boy and had overcome one of the major obstacles in my life, settled my differences, and laughed with someone I told myself I hated.

Truth is, he is a spiteful, hateful human being who is never going to change.

Truth is, all that did was make me miss this place even more. All the memories we brought up, though in jest, made me reminisce in the times that were spent here. I realized that through all the bullshit, I really was Dorothy, living in a dream.

There was no place like home.

Throughout my time off, I was keeping tabs on the XWF. I was watching the landscape change. I saw Hanari Carnes come in, speaking of gardeners, and an influx of talents much like him. New characters, new gimmicks, new faces. That is one thing about the XWF, there is never a shortage of warm bodies they label as wrestlers. I thought many times about coming back but I was too worried about my image. Too worried about how deep the hole was that I myself had dug, and how if I abandoned my quest for the Universal Title that I was doing myself a disservice. It wasn't until I saw one of my opponents in this match, Hanari Carnes, almost single handedly defeat the majority of APEX that I began to raise an eyebrow. I thought to myself about how this guy, who really isn't even that good, was able to do something I spent a full calendar year trying to do. I saw Soldier come in and knock off Robert Main like Mario jumping on a gumba.....and it clicked. I knew right then that the entire XWF fault line was beginning to split apart. That times were changing. I knew this was a time to make a move.

Guys like Ned Kaye were getting opportunities, and air time. Guys who were good, but never great, were becoming main stream. Guys who got chance after chance but always seemed to come up short were given the same attention as champions. Men who have a briefcase, and could take a shot at the champ any time they wanted, but hold on to it like the last TV at Wal-Mart on Black Friday are getting the spotlight now. The days of bug rying the mid card are over. Shit, the XWF feels like Germany after World War 2 ended. A new dawn and a new world. Guys who have only heard about Chris Chaos, and heard about the legacy I left behind. Guys who look at the Universal Title history and see my name there, knowing only that I held it but never got a chance to feel the spear themselves, never got a chance to be equalized......

Guys like Ned Kaye have made a living off being mediocre. There are no more legends left on this roster, other than Soldier. While I realize that new legends are in the process of being made, there is nobody there currently. They need a legend in their life, they need to see how the business runs when someone like me is in it. Someone like me can change the entire culture here. Forget the title chases, someone like me can shape the entire company just by merely being on the roster.

..............and there is the old Chris Chaos! I mean the original Chris Chaos! It took me this long to find him, to find myself, but here I am. Guys like Ned Kaye are loaded to the gills with talent but they are heading down the same road I did. They are heading for a slide because their ego is bigger than the North Pole. Guys like him need a reality check. Consider me a Martyr because 6 months ago, I wouldn't have been able to do this but now..........oh yes, now........I am in this to BUILD a future here, not just expect one. Legacies, sure, they are fun, but they can always be re-built. Win or lose tomorrow night, Chris Chaos is back and nobody on the XWF roster is safe.

This roster is loaded now, but was swiss cheese when I left. After APEX died, the talent came flooding in. The problem is, they are all so bland and boring. New faces, new names, new lacadasical attitude. Nobody has that drive anymore. This match is a defining moment in the entire event. It is going to decide who is going to face the overrated and overindugled, generic and flat out boring Centurian.

Yawn.

In the XWF nowadays, guys can fuck sea creatures and get title shot after title shot. Jim said it himself. Opportunity after opportunity.....and all he has to hang his hat on is the Heavymetalweight Title. It is people like him that made my decision that much easier........

But people like him that made me realize that not only did I need the XWF in my life, but they need me. They don't need me holding the top belt right now, hell they don't even need me holding the second top belt, but they need me to shake things up. It has been far too long since I laced a pair of boots under the blue and white letters, and it is going to feel so good to go in there and kick some ass again.

I look at this from the prospective of a fresh start. You see....when I first began here I was greener than a one dollar bill. I was spunky, fearless, and I blasted everyone in my path. I built my way to the top by saying exactly how I felt and not giving a fuck who was offended by it. I built my career in the beginning by being the best I could be, and never backing down from any sort of competition. Winning the Universal Title fucked me up, because when I lost it, I lost myself. I lost who I was, I lost who I wanted to be, and I became a shell of the person who had busted his ass to get there. If I have to run through the mid card again to prove myself, I will. If I have to run through a cycle of belts, competing on various levels of competition, I will. If I have to lose in the beginning to win in the end, I will. This is a fresh start, a new beginning, and even though records last forever, I am forgetting the past ever happened. This is a whole new demon you are all dealing with, and this demon is like nothing you have ever seen before.

And this demon is going to be here for a very, very long time.

I am home, and there is no place I would rather be."

He blows out the candle......the wind whistles outside as the camera cuts off.

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]]> <![CDATA[Thanksgiving D-inner]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35572 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 21:31:08 -0800 Big D]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35572
On my side, most of my aunts and uncles did their own thing for the holiday. The ones who weren't married usually just stayed at home and drank while the couples cooked dinner for their immediate family. That left my two younger brothers, who also weren't gonna make it due to circumstances. The youngest, Ben, was away on a trip with a group of friends and associates. He had autism, but you wouldn't know it with all the adventures and opportunities he'd been given. Like Samuel McPherson, he'd done an amazing job overcoming his disability and we were all proud of him for it.
And my other brother, Colin, was a vegan. 'nough said.

As the ladies finished up preparing the feast, my dad and I watched the Bills make the Cowboys their bitch. He sipped on some disgusting Old Milwaukee(though it was still better than Victoria Bitter), while I chugged my sixth Blue Moon. Despite being the holidays, I couldn't help but feel a little angry over what I would be missing out on Sunday. I know I should appreciate being TV Champion, but it was hard feeling like I was stuck back in the WWF days again. A lower tiered Champion above the level of prestige his Title holds, stuck watching people he was better than get pushed to the moon. Even the Barbed Wire Match stipulation(which to be fair I CHOSE), had a WWF feel to it. I'd only been in one before, and it was there, against the man who'd become synonymous for holding my career back. It was all on repeat, only this time the role of Big Evil was being played by Noah Jackson. While Noah may not be a future World Champion, he certainly gave me the same kind of road block Evil did and I intended on showing him just how 'thankful' I was for it.

"Dinner's ready!" Krystal announced, popping her head into the living room.

I stumbled my way into the kitchen, followed by my father, to a heavenly smell. There was a big, fat turkey in the center of the table surrounded by a plethora of sides. Mashed potatoes, green beans, dinner rolls, stuffing, yams, and of course, cranberry sauce. Over on the counter were two pies, one pumpkin and the other chocolate French silk, for dessert. If we had room for dessert, that is. We all sat down and prepared to dig in, before my wife chimed in with the worst idea she's had since I met her.

"Before we eat, why don't we go around the table and share what we're thankful for?"

"That's a great idea, Krystal!" my mom agreed, overly enthused as usual. "Kevin, why don't you go first?"

My dad seemed as thrilled about sharing what he was grateful for as I was. He took a gulp of his beer before giving a quick, typical dad response.

"Roses are red, violets are blue," he began with his typical opening line of 'poetry.' "I'm thank for you, hopefully you are for me, too!"

My mom looked unimpressed, but nevertheless it was all she was gonna get out of my father. Wanting to show him how it was done, my mother went next.

"I'm thankful I didn't have to do all the cooking this year," she joked, patting my wife on the shoulder. My dad looked perturbed, confused why his poem was inappropriate but my mom's joke wasn't. "I'm also thankful that we could all be here, together, as a happy little family," Mom continued. "And, of course, that our son found someone sweet and caring who makes him happy."

"Awww, that's sweet," Krystal responded, her face turning red. She was never one for any sort of attention, even from me at times. "Well, I'm thankful for Daniel. He's made me so happy since we met and I couldn't imagine life without him. I'm also thankful to have another family accept me as one of their own."

My mom, on the verge of tears, gave Krystal a big hug. Me and my dad eyed each other, before looking at the juicy turkey in front of us. As our wives had their emotional moment, the two of us reached forward to slice ourselves off a piece. Unfortunately for us, the embrace ended before we could put knife to poultry and we were caught in the act.

"Honey!" Krystal exclaimed, for some reason not appreciating the fact I wanted to eat her delicious cooking while it was hot. "Don't you want to tell us what you're thankful for first?"

"Not really," I slurred, downing what was now my seventh beer.

"Phillip!" my mom scolded, using my embarrassing middle name as a way to shame me. "Everyone else gave thanks, now it's your turn!"

I sighed, a combination of reluctance and too much alcohol. All I wanted was to have a peaceful Thanksgiving, one where we could just enjoy being together and eat a good meal. It was SUPPOSED to be a time for me to escape the darkness of my past, but instead I was being forced to relive it. As unappreciative as I may have seemed, it was almost impossible to be thankful considering I didn't have the ONE thing I, not only desired, but DESERVED.

"Do you REALLLLLY wanna know what I'm thankful for?" I asked, my mood shifting to a more negative one.

"Mmmhmm," Krystal answered, as my parents looked on anxiously. They could tell something was off.

"Well," I began, looking down at my plate that was currently as empty as I was inside. "I'm........ thankful for being the Television Champion."

I paused, as my family looked on. It was obvious Krystal wanted more than that, I couldn't just get away with a one-liner like my dad. As painful(and stupid) as it was, I just let my drunken state take over.

"IIIIIIII'm thankful for being allowed IN Lethal Lottery........" I began to rant, staring at the turkey in front of me the entire time. "Even though management didn't give everyone a fair chance to win. And I'm not even talkin' about my garbage partner, no, I'm talking about hiring referee's fresh out of the academy! You know, ones who allow outside interference and are too stupid to keep track of the legal man!........."

"Honey, that's enough........" Krystal begged, but it was already too late. The monster had been unleashed.

"I'm thankful for the fact I got completely fucked out of Lethal Lottery, and I'm just supposed to move on like everything's alright!!!! Sit here and give thanks for the absolute bullshit that's been bestowed upon me?!?!?!?! I can't appreciate the things I have right now, because all I can think about is what Noah Jackson fucking stole from me! I SHOULD be grateful for being given the opportunity to exact my revenge, but I just can't get over the fact HE'S getting a shot at MY Title! He sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, and HE gets rewarded for it!......... Because THAT'S the kind of company I work for!................"



Taking things even further than I already had, I began to take my frustration out of the turkey my wife and mom had spent hours cooking. My family watched on in horror as each fist pounded our main course, sending chunks of meat flying everywhere. I dropped elbows on the cooked bird, as well as hit it with my wooden kitchen chair. Finally, I picked the turkey high above my head and slammed it to the ground, essentially causing a big explosion of poultry to cover the kitchen.

"DANIEL PHILLIP MULHOLLAND!!!!!!"

My wife, mom, AND dad all shouted my full name at the top of their lungs, all three voices blending together as one. I snapped out of my blind rage, realizing the severity of what I'd done. Quickly, I tried to fix the situation by picking up chunks of the turkey and setting them on the table, but there was no use. I destroyed our dinner like it was Noah Jackson and there was no repairing it.

"You need to go outside, RIGHT NOW, and cool the fuck off!" Krystal declared, a stern finger pointed for the door. I knew I had messed up BIG, as she didn't usually drop f bombs in front of my parents. Without another word, I bolted for the door and headed for the garage.

As I entered, the first thing I noticed was all of my replica Championships of actual belts I'd won throughout the years. Though each one had been a representation of all the bright spots of my career, they meant nothing to me anymore. Reminders of what I once was, all as a way to make me believe I'm still relevant. Which I SHOULD feel now, being TV Champion AND future Tag Team Champion, but all I can think about is how I'm destined for so much more and it infuriates me. Anytime a chance arises to establish myself as a legitimate threat to THE Title, an unexpected roadblock halts my progress at the worst possible moment. Blackwater getting pinned(TWICE), my respect for Ned keeping me from tossing him to his death at Leap of Faith, and of course, Noah's interference. Everytime I take one step forward, I get knocked two steps back.


And it's getting old.


I looked at the various replicas and felt sick to my stomach. 'Trophies' of how I was always second best in every Fed I competed for; companies that sucked so bad they aren't even around anymore. They were all like XWF, placating me to be complacent with my place in limbo. Never giving me a fair opportunity, and doing everything in their power to prevent me from moving up any further once I'd climbed too high! And I kept these false idols as a memento, unaware they represented all the wasted time I SHOULD'VE been competing for(and WINNING) World Championships!!!!

In another fit of rage, I began knocking all of the belts off their respective shelves. I chucked my WWF TV Title across the garage, a reminder of the reality that I was in an infinite loop in my career. I tossed my Tag Team Championships to the concrete floor, XWF, WWF, WLFC, they were all one reign runs with partners who all abandoned me at one point or another.

"I think he's breaking stuff!" I could hear my wife cry out from inside, as I swept all of the menial, Heavymetalweight-like belts that never had any right to exist in the first place.

Once the dust had settled, there was only one belt left on its perch: the NWF World Heavyweight Championship. Rather than harm it, I gently reached out for it and held it like a baby. My one reign. The whole reason for coming out of retirement, to prove it wasn't a fluke and I ALWAYS competed at a Main Event level! Even when holding belts that suggested otherwise.

Just like the night I won it, I strapped the replica World Title around my waist and stood with pride. I may not be competing for the Universal Championship Sunday night, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't carrying myself like I am. This is a test, and I have to pass it if I want to move a grade up.

"Noah Jackson. Or is it Johnson? MAYBE I should just call you Bobbi London, since apparently you're a big fan of stealing your lines from her Twitter feed! No balls, huh? If I didn't have balls, I wouldn't have challenged you to one of the most brutal matches known to man! If I didn't have balls, I'd give you the TV Title and tuck tail like a scared little puppy. But guess what, Noah?! That's not who I am, no matter how much you pay a fake doctor to tell people it is!!!! Someone without balls wouldn't be constantly trying to prove themselves against the best in the business, they'd be perfectly fine facing talent like YOU! Well, I'm not! While I'm glad to have the chance to beat you to a bloody pulp, I think it's a joke you're competing for my Championship. YOUR ceiling is the Heavymetalweight Championship, which is ironic because your dad would fucking disown you for holding that! I'm surprised he hasn't considering you ARE a former Champion."

"Besides being a former 24/7 Champion, what else have you done?

*'Made Ruby stop being a superhero'*

I don't know if that's true(haven't watched a Ruby Promo in ages), but if it IS, then all you did was ruin the one thing she had going for her. And considering she didn't have anything else besides that, I wouldn't be too proud of I were you.

*'Made Boston Bruiser a tiny, insignificant shit stain on the pages of XWF history'*

O-kay? You caused someone who was never gonna leave a mark on the business ANWAY to leave? Con-gratu-lations??? I could've sworn it was SARAH LACKLAN who sent Bruiser crying back to New England, but since she's done ALOTmore than you have I'm sure she won't mind giving YOU the credit.

*The king who made it so no one has to see another fucking awful, Miz, Roode or Kennedy promo here ever again*

How hard was that for you, Noah? You brag as if you defeated the members of Apex singlehandedly, when in reality, this is the equivalent of beating up an entire Special Ed class! As someone who's beaten Mr. Kennedy, I can atest to that."

"If you think any of those things count as leaving your mark, then you're even dumber than I thought! When you stack that pathetic list of milestones against mine, there's no question who the more accomplished athlete is. Current Television Title holder, former Xtreme Champion, Captain of a winning War Games team. There truly is no comparison."

"You think I'm gonna make mistakes because I'm angry, but let me tell you a little secret...."

"I've been angry all my life," I whispered before opening my eye dramatically wide in fake shock.

"I was angry when my team won War Games, I was angry when I decimated Thad Duke for his belt; hell, I've been angry for every single Championship reign I've ever had! This rage isn't something that just showed up the moment you smashed that can over my head, oh no, I've been furious my entire career! And in case you haven't noticed: I've done nothing but improve since my arrival! While you've been on a constant level of mediocrity, I've been rising to the top every week, my anger driving me every step of the way."

"You can call me a cunt, say I have no balls, and try to discredit all the things I've accomplished, come Lethal Lottery, you will find out just how wrong you were. It's a good thing you found a pediatrician, Noah, it only seems fitting for you; having the mind of a child and all. I only hope, for your sake, he'll be able to put you back together again after I break you. Because I'm like a Super Saiyan, finding strength in the hate I feel for my adversary. By the time the dust settles and I'm walking away STILL the TV Champion, you're gonna look just like Frieza after Goku was finished with him. And that ain't no story, it's the Cold Big D Truth!!!!!"

Noah had managed to ruin my life for the past few weeks. He fucked me over, caused me to seek therapy via Smash Rooms, AND enraged me SOOOOO much that I ruined Thanksgiving for my family. It was all just the build up to what was to come, the moment when it was finally Noah playing the role of the turkey or mannequin. In just a matter of days, my aggression will finally be released and Noah Jackson will be the unfortunate recipient. But considering he brought all of this upon himself, I didn't feel one bit sorry for him. Whatever he endures at Lethal Lottery will be miniscule compared to the mental angst he'd caused me, and now my family.

But that was still a few days away, for now, I had to make up for the disaster I'd made of Thanksgiving. I headed for my car, climbed on in, and started it up. There was bound to be SOME kind of store open, and if I had to roast a turkey using a flamethrower to give me family dinner, I WILL! This would be the last thing Noah Jackson EVER costs me, and he's gonna say with his life.

And I will be thankful for THAT.............]]>
On my side, most of my aunts and uncles did their own thing for the holiday. The ones who weren't married usually just stayed at home and drank while the couples cooked dinner for their immediate family. That left my two younger brothers, who also weren't gonna make it due to circumstances. The youngest, Ben, was away on a trip with a group of friends and associates. He had autism, but you wouldn't know it with all the adventures and opportunities he'd been given. Like Samuel McPherson, he'd done an amazing job overcoming his disability and we were all proud of him for it.
And my other brother, Colin, was a vegan. 'nough said.

As the ladies finished up preparing the feast, my dad and I watched the Bills make the Cowboys their bitch. He sipped on some disgusting Old Milwaukee(though it was still better than Victoria Bitter), while I chugged my sixth Blue Moon. Despite being the holidays, I couldn't help but feel a little angry over what I would be missing out on Sunday. I know I should appreciate being TV Champion, but it was hard feeling like I was stuck back in the WWF days again. A lower tiered Champion above the level of prestige his Title holds, stuck watching people he was better than get pushed to the moon. Even the Barbed Wire Match stipulation(which to be fair I CHOSE), had a WWF feel to it. I'd only been in one before, and it was there, against the man who'd become synonymous for holding my career back. It was all on repeat, only this time the role of Big Evil was being played by Noah Jackson. While Noah may not be a future World Champion, he certainly gave me the same kind of road block Evil did and I intended on showing him just how 'thankful' I was for it.

"Dinner's ready!" Krystal announced, popping her head into the living room.

I stumbled my way into the kitchen, followed by my father, to a heavenly smell. There was a big, fat turkey in the center of the table surrounded by a plethora of sides. Mashed potatoes, green beans, dinner rolls, stuffing, yams, and of course, cranberry sauce. Over on the counter were two pies, one pumpkin and the other chocolate French silk, for dessert. If we had room for dessert, that is. We all sat down and prepared to dig in, before my wife chimed in with the worst idea she's had since I met her.

"Before we eat, why don't we go around the table and share what we're thankful for?"

"That's a great idea, Krystal!" my mom agreed, overly enthused as usual. "Kevin, why don't you go first?"

My dad seemed as thrilled about sharing what he was grateful for as I was. He took a gulp of his beer before giving a quick, typical dad response.

"Roses are red, violets are blue," he began with his typical opening line of 'poetry.' "I'm thank for you, hopefully you are for me, too!"

My mom looked unimpressed, but nevertheless it was all she was gonna get out of my father. Wanting to show him how it was done, my mother went next.

"I'm thankful I didn't have to do all the cooking this year," she joked, patting my wife on the shoulder. My dad looked perturbed, confused why his poem was inappropriate but my mom's joke wasn't. "I'm also thankful that we could all be here, together, as a happy little family," Mom continued. "And, of course, that our son found someone sweet and caring who makes him happy."

"Awww, that's sweet," Krystal responded, her face turning red. She was never one for any sort of attention, even from me at times. "Well, I'm thankful for Daniel. He's made me so happy since we met and I couldn't imagine life without him. I'm also thankful to have another family accept me as one of their own."

My mom, on the verge of tears, gave Krystal a big hug. Me and my dad eyed each other, before looking at the juicy turkey in front of us. As our wives had their emotional moment, the two of us reached forward to slice ourselves off a piece. Unfortunately for us, the embrace ended before we could put knife to poultry and we were caught in the act.

"Honey!" Krystal exclaimed, for some reason not appreciating the fact I wanted to eat her delicious cooking while it was hot. "Don't you want to tell us what you're thankful for first?"

"Not really," I slurred, downing what was now my seventh beer.

"Phillip!" my mom scolded, using my embarrassing middle name as a way to shame me. "Everyone else gave thanks, now it's your turn!"

I sighed, a combination of reluctance and too much alcohol. All I wanted was to have a peaceful Thanksgiving, one where we could just enjoy being together and eat a good meal. It was SUPPOSED to be a time for me to escape the darkness of my past, but instead I was being forced to relive it. As unappreciative as I may have seemed, it was almost impossible to be thankful considering I didn't have the ONE thing I, not only desired, but DESERVED.

"Do you REALLLLLY wanna know what I'm thankful for?" I asked, my mood shifting to a more negative one.

"Mmmhmm," Krystal answered, as my parents looked on anxiously. They could tell something was off.

"Well," I began, looking down at my plate that was currently as empty as I was inside. "I'm........ thankful for being the Television Champion."

I paused, as my family looked on. It was obvious Krystal wanted more than that, I couldn't just get away with a one-liner like my dad. As painful(and stupid) as it was, I just let my drunken state take over.

"IIIIIIII'm thankful for being allowed IN Lethal Lottery........" I began to rant, staring at the turkey in front of me the entire time. "Even though management didn't give everyone a fair chance to win. And I'm not even talkin' about my garbage partner, no, I'm talking about hiring referee's fresh out of the academy! You know, ones who allow outside interference and are too stupid to keep track of the legal man!........."

"Honey, that's enough........" Krystal begged, but it was already too late. The monster had been unleashed.

"I'm thankful for the fact I got completely fucked out of Lethal Lottery, and I'm just supposed to move on like everything's alright!!!! Sit here and give thanks for the absolute bullshit that's been bestowed upon me?!?!?!?! I can't appreciate the things I have right now, because all I can think about is what Noah Jackson fucking stole from me! I SHOULD be grateful for being given the opportunity to exact my revenge, but I just can't get over the fact HE'S getting a shot at MY Title! He sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, and HE gets rewarded for it!......... Because THAT'S the kind of company I work for!................"



Taking things even further than I already had, I began to take my frustration out of the turkey my wife and mom had spent hours cooking. My family watched on in horror as each fist pounded our main course, sending chunks of meat flying everywhere. I dropped elbows on the cooked bird, as well as hit it with my wooden kitchen chair. Finally, I picked the turkey high above my head and slammed it to the ground, essentially causing a big explosion of poultry to cover the kitchen.

"DANIEL PHILLIP MULHOLLAND!!!!!!"

My wife, mom, AND dad all shouted my full name at the top of their lungs, all three voices blending together as one. I snapped out of my blind rage, realizing the severity of what I'd done. Quickly, I tried to fix the situation by picking up chunks of the turkey and setting them on the table, but there was no use. I destroyed our dinner like it was Noah Jackson and there was no repairing it.

"You need to go outside, RIGHT NOW, and cool the fuck off!" Krystal declared, a stern finger pointed for the door. I knew I had messed up BIG, as she didn't usually drop f bombs in front of my parents. Without another word, I bolted for the door and headed for the garage.

As I entered, the first thing I noticed was all of my replica Championships of actual belts I'd won throughout the years. Though each one had been a representation of all the bright spots of my career, they meant nothing to me anymore. Reminders of what I once was, all as a way to make me believe I'm still relevant. Which I SHOULD feel now, being TV Champion AND future Tag Team Champion, but all I can think about is how I'm destined for so much more and it infuriates me. Anytime a chance arises to establish myself as a legitimate threat to THE Title, an unexpected roadblock halts my progress at the worst possible moment. Blackwater getting pinned(TWICE), my respect for Ned keeping me from tossing him to his death at Leap of Faith, and of course, Noah's interference. Everytime I take one step forward, I get knocked two steps back.


And it's getting old.


I looked at the various replicas and felt sick to my stomach. 'Trophies' of how I was always second best in every Fed I competed for; companies that sucked so bad they aren't even around anymore. They were all like XWF, placating me to be complacent with my place in limbo. Never giving me a fair opportunity, and doing everything in their power to prevent me from moving up any further once I'd climbed too high! And I kept these false idols as a memento, unaware they represented all the wasted time I SHOULD'VE been competing for(and WINNING) World Championships!!!!

In another fit of rage, I began knocking all of the belts off their respective shelves. I chucked my WWF TV Title across the garage, a reminder of the reality that I was in an infinite loop in my career. I tossed my Tag Team Championships to the concrete floor, XWF, WWF, WLFC, they were all one reign runs with partners who all abandoned me at one point or another.

"I think he's breaking stuff!" I could hear my wife cry out from inside, as I swept all of the menial, Heavymetalweight-like belts that never had any right to exist in the first place.

Once the dust had settled, there was only one belt left on its perch: the NWF World Heavyweight Championship. Rather than harm it, I gently reached out for it and held it like a baby. My one reign. The whole reason for coming out of retirement, to prove it wasn't a fluke and I ALWAYS competed at a Main Event level! Even when holding belts that suggested otherwise.

Just like the night I won it, I strapped the replica World Title around my waist and stood with pride. I may not be competing for the Universal Championship Sunday night, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't carrying myself like I am. This is a test, and I have to pass it if I want to move a grade up.

"Noah Jackson. Or is it Johnson? MAYBE I should just call you Bobbi London, since apparently you're a big fan of stealing your lines from her Twitter feed! No balls, huh? If I didn't have balls, I wouldn't have challenged you to one of the most brutal matches known to man! If I didn't have balls, I'd give you the TV Title and tuck tail like a scared little puppy. But guess what, Noah?! That's not who I am, no matter how much you pay a fake doctor to tell people it is!!!! Someone without balls wouldn't be constantly trying to prove themselves against the best in the business, they'd be perfectly fine facing talent like YOU! Well, I'm not! While I'm glad to have the chance to beat you to a bloody pulp, I think it's a joke you're competing for my Championship. YOUR ceiling is the Heavymetalweight Championship, which is ironic because your dad would fucking disown you for holding that! I'm surprised he hasn't considering you ARE a former Champion."

"Besides being a former 24/7 Champion, what else have you done?

*'Made Ruby stop being a superhero'*

I don't know if that's true(haven't watched a Ruby Promo in ages), but if it IS, then all you did was ruin the one thing she had going for her. And considering she didn't have anything else besides that, I wouldn't be too proud of I were you.

*'Made Boston Bruiser a tiny, insignificant shit stain on the pages of XWF history'*

O-kay? You caused someone who was never gonna leave a mark on the business ANWAY to leave? Con-gratu-lations??? I could've sworn it was SARAH LACKLAN who sent Bruiser crying back to New England, but since she's done ALOTmore than you have I'm sure she won't mind giving YOU the credit.

*The king who made it so no one has to see another fucking awful, Miz, Roode or Kennedy promo here ever again*

How hard was that for you, Noah? You brag as if you defeated the members of Apex singlehandedly, when in reality, this is the equivalent of beating up an entire Special Ed class! As someone who's beaten Mr. Kennedy, I can atest to that."

"If you think any of those things count as leaving your mark, then you're even dumber than I thought! When you stack that pathetic list of milestones against mine, there's no question who the more accomplished athlete is. Current Television Title holder, former Xtreme Champion, Captain of a winning War Games team. There truly is no comparison."

"You think I'm gonna make mistakes because I'm angry, but let me tell you a little secret...."

"I've been angry all my life," I whispered before opening my eye dramatically wide in fake shock.

"I was angry when my team won War Games, I was angry when I decimated Thad Duke for his belt; hell, I've been angry for every single Championship reign I've ever had! This rage isn't something that just showed up the moment you smashed that can over my head, oh no, I've been furious my entire career! And in case you haven't noticed: I've done nothing but improve since my arrival! While you've been on a constant level of mediocrity, I've been rising to the top every week, my anger driving me every step of the way."

"You can call me a cunt, say I have no balls, and try to discredit all the things I've accomplished, come Lethal Lottery, you will find out just how wrong you were. It's a good thing you found a pediatrician, Noah, it only seems fitting for you; having the mind of a child and all. I only hope, for your sake, he'll be able to put you back together again after I break you. Because I'm like a Super Saiyan, finding strength in the hate I feel for my adversary. By the time the dust settles and I'm walking away STILL the TV Champion, you're gonna look just like Frieza after Goku was finished with him. And that ain't no story, it's the Cold Big D Truth!!!!!"

Noah had managed to ruin my life for the past few weeks. He fucked me over, caused me to seek therapy via Smash Rooms, AND enraged me SOOOOO much that I ruined Thanksgiving for my family. It was all just the build up to what was to come, the moment when it was finally Noah playing the role of the turkey or mannequin. In just a matter of days, my aggression will finally be released and Noah Jackson will be the unfortunate recipient. But considering he brought all of this upon himself, I didn't feel one bit sorry for him. Whatever he endures at Lethal Lottery will be miniscule compared to the mental angst he'd caused me, and now my family.

But that was still a few days away, for now, I had to make up for the disaster I'd made of Thanksgiving. I headed for my car, climbed on in, and started it up. There was bound to be SOME kind of store open, and if I had to roast a turkey using a flamethrower to give me family dinner, I WILL! This would be the last thing Noah Jackson EVER costs me, and he's gonna say with his life.

And I will be thankful for THAT.............]]> <![CDATA[Collab #4 from the Muscle-Mind Connection bro we fuckin' killt this shit on lockdown!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35570 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 19:22:20 -0800 Amjetkun Socio]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35570 Random 5 second clip of something that will happen during this promo to get you even more excited and amped the fuck up about it:
Quote:Amjetkun Socio's face is swollen the fuck up bro. *THWOMP!* A second dumbbell hits him in the face.
Well did it work? Did that tiny clip somehow make you more excited about what's to come? DID IT BITCH?!?



Let's hit it! Click to play that music bruh!





Bro the scene opens up with a dumbbell in mid flight heading right for Mastermind's face but he catches it. He throws the fuckin' thing back at my face and I catch it. That's right broh's we're training like real men up in this muh'fuckin bitch and playing dumbbell catch!


THWOMP!!!!


Oh god fuck ing dam mit! It's always me who gets hit in the gottdamn face with the dumbbell! Fuck!! Now I need to ice my sexy ass fuckin' face down or the shit's gonna puff up like all the skinny boys' chests do whenever they see THE PATH MAKER walking along making them look like inferior lil' fuckboiz n' shit! BAYUM! My shit's poppin! Sad thing is I'm talking about my face dude! My face is swollen the fuck up bro. *THWOMP!* A second dumbbell hits me in the face. As if the first one didn't leave me swollen enough.


"Fuck bro! Thanks a lot! You threw two dumbbells in my face!"


"Well you did tell me too. You said it gets you fired up."


"Right! I'm saying THANKS a lot bro! Fuck yeah!"


I fistbump my Lethal Trenbolone tournament partner and I figure it's time to train now. But what oh what do I want to train? Should I train chest? Should I train legs? Nah fuck legs. Should I train ARMS? Fuuuuuuuuuuck Yeaaaaaah! I should but I already trained arms 9 days this week, twice on Monday and Thursday with an 8 hour arm workout an hour ago. Soooooo yeah I'm thinking I'M FUCKIN PUUUUUUMPED! My arms are jacked bro! Look at these shits!





Brohammers, you see these peaks? These cuts? These striations? These fuckin' rock hard chiseled bi's and tri's I got loaded up on my cargo bays? Hell muthafuckin' yeah. When you look at my perfect arms, I want you to answer only 6 questions:
WHERE'S
YOUR
MUSCLE
BELLY
GAME
AT
BRO?
Ok ok so 7 if you count the bro but the bro is like a fuckin' burger or a quick pizza that doesn't even COUNT toward your daily meals bro.


See the thing about it is you can't answer them 6 questions brahbrah. None of you can because nobody has the muscle bellies to hang with me on the field, in the gym, in the ring or in the fuckin' gottdayum streets beeyatch! You think Ruby has muscle bellies don't make me laugh? You think Vita has muscle bellies ok well yeah she has some nice muscle bellies in her booty bro it's poppin BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DUDE! You think The Big Shanks has musc-HAHAHA sorry couldn't even finish that one it's so ludicrous to even ask! And don't even get me started on Fuzz and his arms I could use to string anal beads on. Dude's cool but let's not pretend he's bringin' the meat.


So back to what should I train now? Fuck it I can't train arms or they'll explode in a bitch's face so that leaves one thing bro....... Jaw.


That's right it's time to train jaw god damn it!!! And what better way to train it than to jack it! Let's wreck some cucktard nutchin tamponcheek fuccbois!


Fuck it dude I've got a partner for this shit right? So I should be able to just talk mad shit and he's there to chime in and give his take too right? FUCKIN' RIGHT BROH! We can jack our shit together! Let's traaaaain jaaawww! Hell yeah!


Ok wow so let's do this shit! Let's exercise that muscle-mind connection like a muh'fuckaaa!


Hey YO! Master MIND! You hear me bruh?



MM: Yeah dude I hear ya. Let's do this.



Suh-weeeeeT! Ok we ain't got time to waste! We need to talk mad shit about these flaming bags of gasoline soaked donkey shit we're booked against so everybody out in TV land knows we wanna hurt them so bad!


Let's start with that ugly ass bitch that's apparently half dog or some shit, Miss no-nut November poster child herself, Ruby!


Bro I got to tell you something straight up and I just don't giiive aaa fuuuuck. I totally didn't watch her gay as promo with Vita! Ha ha! HAHAHA! Fuck it!


MM: Ruby was my 2nd round partner shes got some guts but since shes teamed with Vita shes joined her nutty side.

They think they are super heroes.

Who gives a shit about super heroes.

We can beat them so they are not super duper.


Aw fuck no their asses ain't super duper! Vita's a cool ass bitch but I'll slip her a date rape drug and go to TOWN boy you don't even know! Let me ask you this bro would you rather have sex with Ruby or Vita?


Neither one. You know I'm a married man and neither of them are what I'd necessarily call attractive to begin with.


Fuck bro you make a good point there about being married but I guess if it were me I just wouldn't give a shit and I'd smash. I'd look up at God and I'd be like "broh if I'm married give me a sign right now and have my wife on my dick right now" and then if I'm still alone in the hotel room with some random slut I just met that night and my wife hasn't magically appeared out of thin air then it's like fuck it I KNOW I'm free to get my nut on. You think I'm gonna walk around with full balls day and night when I'm touring the world and setting the trends? I got enough pressure inside of me and enough fullness up inside these muscle bellies baby.


Fuck it Mastermind let's talk about somebody else then. What about my boy Fuzz and that one guy he ended up getting teamed with that nobody can remember? Fuck what's that stupid ass dork's name again?


Do you mean The Big Shanks?


Yeah bro them! The Big Shanks!


Fuck I heard Fuzz and Shanks came up with some gay ass team name like team Fuzzy Shanks but wasn't it obvious from the first rep that they should have been cool as fuck and called themselves The Funkz? I mean if you kinda cram n' jam their names together you end up with that and as a really sweet bonus it doesn't even sound half as fuckin' gay as their chosen Team Fuck My Fuzzy Cankers.


And what's with The Big Shanks not knowing how to stay in the same time in the same day bro? Dude's all over the fuckin' place in a day, first bringing us back to the old glory days in 1890 or whatever when they had the very first X rated show he looked inferior to Fuzz on. Then next thing we know he's in the present but he's tricked us again because instead of the present it was the future backstage at Lethal Lotto waiting to come out and get FUCKIN' WRECKED even though that promo went up a long ass time ago! When where what? Is this dude Doctor Fuckin' Who?


OH SNAP!

FUCK! HA HA HA!

THAT'S IT!


He's Doctor Fuckin' WHO alright! Nobody knows WHO the fuck he is AND he keeps bouncing all over time because he can't handle his shit in the here and now! He's a DOUBLE dose of the WHO!


HA HA HOLY FUCK AM I HILARIOUS BRO, I'M A FUCKIN' GENIUS, I JUST STRAIGHT KILLT THIS CUCKBOY! OWNED BITCH! OWNED! OWNED! FUCKIN' DOCTOR WHO UP IN THIS BITCH! HA HA HA OWWWWNNNEEEDD!!!!


I should be embarrassed by being this excited by OWNING THE LIVING SHIT out of some dumbass bum who's literally right next to Peter Gilmour in the top 50 of all time but I can't help it! It's fuckin' pumping me up bro! The Big "Doctor Fuckin' Who" Shanks! HA HA HA Oh my fuckin' gawd bro that's never gonna get old!!! Who is he? Where is he? WHEN is he? Oh fuck, what's that you say? He's already teleported ahead 9 pay per views in his promo yesterday? Cool! That's The Big Shanks! What? He's back in 1776 when they signed the XWF's very first ancient scrolls dictating that future generations must always be forced to pretend they're not as swole as the old dudes? Sweet bro! That's Doctor Fuckin' Who for ya!


Bro I'm still going on about this and it's already been a done deal for like ten minutes but The Big Shanks just can't hold my fuckin' heavy ass, extra jumbo sized jock strap with a wheel barrel and a pair of Mechanix gloves. Ol' boy would drop my shit like he's butter fingers every damn time he tries to grip it! I'm tellin' you boy!


These fucks are too easy but you know what that leaves?


Bro, Mastermind, real talk time. Yeah we gotta address the big fat fuckin' smelly ass elephant in the room and I'm not talking about Ruby's out of shape ass. I'm talking about the fact that after we dispose of all these other cats it's gonna come down to you and me in that ring broheimer and that's when all bets are OFF like a woman's sexual desire as soon as she turns on a shitty ass Mastermind promo! Fuck dude your shit could be used as a gottdamn effective form of free birth control for the masses and also STD prevention because I can guaran-shittin-tee man woman or child straight gay or bi NO BODY and I fuckin' mean


NO

GOD

DAYUMN

BAAAAAHHH-DEEEEEE


is gonna be able to make sweet sweet love with a muthafuckin' promo on in the background from The Master Of The Minds himself! Fuck a boner! Fuck a wet pussy! Fuck a puckering asshole! It's ALLLLLL out the window as soon as that Mastermind shit pops the fuckin' airwaves like a water balloon popping over your faces that ends up really having been filled with piss instead of water oh shit that's fucked bro! Fuck! Done bitch! You KNOW that sexual desire IS. DONE. BITCH. PERIOD.


Now what brings me to all this sexy talk when it comes to your work Mastermind? Well broh I got bad news for ya but it turns out back at the mansion your wife was sneaking into the bed with me when I was having wet dreams about working up a hot ass sweat in the gym! She tried to lay hands on me bro! SHE TRIED TO LAY HANDS ON THIS BOY WITH THE BIG OL' SWOLE! That tells me she needs a hot hard dose of some of your best promos to make her want to stuff burning charcoal up her pussay and calm her lust for these muscle bellies.

756856vb&BV97^Bbv9576V76b5n&(9b86&^&*!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!

MASTERMIND JUST HIT SOCIO!!!


All fuckin' hell breaks looks as another bro narrator takes over and Mastermind just starts beating down on Socio like he raped his dog or something. Or I guess in this case like he insulted the ever living shit out of the man's wife!

Oh wait! Socio blocks a headbutt from Mastermind with a headbutt of his own and it works!

"Fuckin' forehead bitch! Yeah!"

Well we know who trains forehead between these two but what happens now when they lock up? Oh shit it's Socio just shoving Mastermind like 100 feet back like he was a small child's doll specifically. Socio runs at Mastermind but oh shit Mastermind uses the power of his mind to make it so Socio is running an anti-virus scan on his computer instead of running at him trying to kill him! Fuckin' smooth!

Socio doesn't know the first thing about running an AV scan on his computer so he's stumped as fuck right now. It would be the same as if he were just standing there all dizzy with cute little birds twiddling and diddling all around his face.

BOOM! Fuckin' BOOM! Mastermind just threw the trash can filled with steroids at Socio! Oh no! Not that! It's too much steroids at once even for him!

Socio explodes and screams like a bag of shit and his muscle bellies GRRRROWWWW in slow motion while the rest of his body and eyes all pulsate super fast to make up for the slow motion-ness of the muscle belly grow-ness going on up in this bitch-ness. You know what tho? This fuckin' dumbass bag of steroid needles just started his own fuckin' business literaly RIGHT NOW as a counter attack to Mastermind trying to run up and kick him in the dick! Super mutated GROWTH MAKER Amjetkun Socio THE NEEDLER OF THOSE NEEDING TO BE NEEDLED just starts a fuckin' business as his counter attacks and here's the business broh's! Check it out!



And yeah if you were paying attention and trying to tie this fuckin' horse shit promo together in a way that makes sense you might have noticed this new business and fresh looking banner were all made using Amjetkun "The Classiest Oat Cracker of The Gods" Socio's shitty anti-virus program that he didn't know how to use before Mastermind had the bright idea to give him super steroid powers beyond the tenth hundredth millitantond degreecree strombombleebumfuck or whatever the fuck he did.

Look at this shit banner. Look at that picture of Socio with his muscle bellies hanging up in the right corner looks like a crack baby inhaling paint and gas fumes cut that picture out and pasted it on there. And oh great he's showing us the difference his version of "hard work" can do with I guess a before and after shot where the after shot looks like he's a cancer patient being electrocuted or some shit.

The banner confuses Mastermind. Remember they're still fighting right now and this new business that doesn't have a name but has a banner was the counter attack and OH SHIT it takes Mastermind down! He's down! He's down as fuck to order from the website! He's ordering the all natural steroid pills! He's ordering the 100% vegan human growth hormone pollen! He's ordering the all-in-1 home muscle belly maker for only $49,999 USD!

Socio suplexes Mastermind right out of the website and Mastermind regains his focus on the battle at hand. Those steroid deal website deals were some good deals but it's time to deal some punishment! Mastermind tackles Socio through a wall and both men fall several floor down into the abyss pit. There are dead skeletons and detached muscle bellies from fallen warriors of the past littered all over the abyss pit. Mastermind and Socio look around and realize they must kill each other to survive!

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

They charge each other, spiked maces in each of their hands, and their shields send the loudest CLANGS ever heard echoing across the lands.

"I'LL EAT THE FUCK OUTTA YOU BRO!!!"

Socio flies mouth-first toward Mastermind and opens his jaws to about 10 times the size his mouth should be but somehow Mastermind has reversed it into THE CHAIR OF MASTERMIND!!!

Socio can't help but to resist pressing the chair into the heavens and getting a pump wait no fuck I said that wrong I meant to just say he can't resist sorry bro this narration shit is for the birds and I don't mean the turkeys I ate whole for Thanksgiving dinner last month. Yup last month was my Thanksgiving because I can dance and dart all around time like The Big Shanks can!

If there was ever a point.

A single, solitary point.

At any time during this or any of the Muscle-Mind Connection's promos.

That you doubted the presence of massive, massive, massive amounts of drugs.

Please slap yourself up right now bitch.

"IT'S MUTHAFUCKIN' SHAKE TIIIIIME, GOD DAMN IT! LOAD 'ER UP!" *BzlzzzlzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!* (the sound of the blender mixing up dem sweet sweet all natural druggo's baybay! Order yours yesterday!)



]]> Random 5 second clip of something that will happen during this promo to get you even more excited and amped the fuck up about it:
Quote:Amjetkun Socio's face is swollen the fuck up bro. *THWOMP!* A second dumbbell hits him in the face.
Well did it work? Did that tiny clip somehow make you more excited about what's to come? DID IT BITCH?!?



Let's hit it! Click to play that music bruh!





Bro the scene opens up with a dumbbell in mid flight heading right for Mastermind's face but he catches it. He throws the fuckin' thing back at my face and I catch it. That's right broh's we're training like real men up in this muh'fuckin bitch and playing dumbbell catch!


THWOMP!!!!


Oh god fuck ing dam mit! It's always me who gets hit in the gottdamn face with the dumbbell! Fuck!! Now I need to ice my sexy ass fuckin' face down or the shit's gonna puff up like all the skinny boys' chests do whenever they see THE PATH MAKER walking along making them look like inferior lil' fuckboiz n' shit! BAYUM! My shit's poppin! Sad thing is I'm talking about my face dude! My face is swollen the fuck up bro. *THWOMP!* A second dumbbell hits me in the face. As if the first one didn't leave me swollen enough.


"Fuck bro! Thanks a lot! You threw two dumbbells in my face!"


"Well you did tell me too. You said it gets you fired up."


"Right! I'm saying THANKS a lot bro! Fuck yeah!"


I fistbump my Lethal Trenbolone tournament partner and I figure it's time to train now. But what oh what do I want to train? Should I train chest? Should I train legs? Nah fuck legs. Should I train ARMS? Fuuuuuuuuuuck Yeaaaaaah! I should but I already trained arms 9 days this week, twice on Monday and Thursday with an 8 hour arm workout an hour ago. Soooooo yeah I'm thinking I'M FUCKIN PUUUUUUMPED! My arms are jacked bro! Look at these shits!





Brohammers, you see these peaks? These cuts? These striations? These fuckin' rock hard chiseled bi's and tri's I got loaded up on my cargo bays? Hell muthafuckin' yeah. When you look at my perfect arms, I want you to answer only 6 questions:
WHERE'S
YOUR
MUSCLE
BELLY
GAME
AT
BRO?
Ok ok so 7 if you count the bro but the bro is like a fuckin' burger or a quick pizza that doesn't even COUNT toward your daily meals bro.


See the thing about it is you can't answer them 6 questions brahbrah. None of you can because nobody has the muscle bellies to hang with me on the field, in the gym, in the ring or in the fuckin' gottdayum streets beeyatch! You think Ruby has muscle bellies don't make me laugh? You think Vita has muscle bellies ok well yeah she has some nice muscle bellies in her booty bro it's poppin BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DUDE! You think The Big Shanks has musc-HAHAHA sorry couldn't even finish that one it's so ludicrous to even ask! And don't even get me started on Fuzz and his arms I could use to string anal beads on. Dude's cool but let's not pretend he's bringin' the meat.


So back to what should I train now? Fuck it I can't train arms or they'll explode in a bitch's face so that leaves one thing bro....... Jaw.


That's right it's time to train jaw god damn it!!! And what better way to train it than to jack it! Let's wreck some cucktard nutchin tamponcheek fuccbois!


Fuck it dude I've got a partner for this shit right? So I should be able to just talk mad shit and he's there to chime in and give his take too right? FUCKIN' RIGHT BROH! We can jack our shit together! Let's traaaaain jaaawww! Hell yeah!


Ok wow so let's do this shit! Let's exercise that muscle-mind connection like a muh'fuckaaa!


Hey YO! Master MIND! You hear me bruh?



MM: Yeah dude I hear ya. Let's do this.



Suh-weeeeeT! Ok we ain't got time to waste! We need to talk mad shit about these flaming bags of gasoline soaked donkey shit we're booked against so everybody out in TV land knows we wanna hurt them so bad!


Let's start with that ugly ass bitch that's apparently half dog or some shit, Miss no-nut November poster child herself, Ruby!


Bro I got to tell you something straight up and I just don't giiive aaa fuuuuck. I totally didn't watch her gay as promo with Vita! Ha ha! HAHAHA! Fuck it!


MM: Ruby was my 2nd round partner shes got some guts but since shes teamed with Vita shes joined her nutty side.

They think they are super heroes.

Who gives a shit about super heroes.

We can beat them so they are not super duper.


Aw fuck no their asses ain't super duper! Vita's a cool ass bitch but I'll slip her a date rape drug and go to TOWN boy you don't even know! Let me ask you this bro would you rather have sex with Ruby or Vita?


Neither one. You know I'm a married man and neither of them are what I'd necessarily call attractive to begin with.


Fuck bro you make a good point there about being married but I guess if it were me I just wouldn't give a shit and I'd smash. I'd look up at God and I'd be like "broh if I'm married give me a sign right now and have my wife on my dick right now" and then if I'm still alone in the hotel room with some random slut I just met that night and my wife hasn't magically appeared out of thin air then it's like fuck it I KNOW I'm free to get my nut on. You think I'm gonna walk around with full balls day and night when I'm touring the world and setting the trends? I got enough pressure inside of me and enough fullness up inside these muscle bellies baby.


Fuck it Mastermind let's talk about somebody else then. What about my boy Fuzz and that one guy he ended up getting teamed with that nobody can remember? Fuck what's that stupid ass dork's name again?


Do you mean The Big Shanks?


Yeah bro them! The Big Shanks!


Fuck I heard Fuzz and Shanks came up with some gay ass team name like team Fuzzy Shanks but wasn't it obvious from the first rep that they should have been cool as fuck and called themselves The Funkz? I mean if you kinda cram n' jam their names together you end up with that and as a really sweet bonus it doesn't even sound half as fuckin' gay as their chosen Team Fuck My Fuzzy Cankers.


And what's with The Big Shanks not knowing how to stay in the same time in the same day bro? Dude's all over the fuckin' place in a day, first bringing us back to the old glory days in 1890 or whatever when they had the very first X rated show he looked inferior to Fuzz on. Then next thing we know he's in the present but he's tricked us again because instead of the present it was the future backstage at Lethal Lotto waiting to come out and get FUCKIN' WRECKED even though that promo went up a long ass time ago! When where what? Is this dude Doctor Fuckin' Who?


OH SNAP!

FUCK! HA HA HA!

THAT'S IT!


He's Doctor Fuckin' WHO alright! Nobody knows WHO the fuck he is AND he keeps bouncing all over time because he can't handle his shit in the here and now! He's a DOUBLE dose of the WHO!


HA HA HOLY FUCK AM I HILARIOUS BRO, I'M A FUCKIN' GENIUS, I JUST STRAIGHT KILLT THIS CUCKBOY! OWNED BITCH! OWNED! OWNED! FUCKIN' DOCTOR WHO UP IN THIS BITCH! HA HA HA OWWWWNNNEEEDD!!!!


I should be embarrassed by being this excited by OWNING THE LIVING SHIT out of some dumbass bum who's literally right next to Peter Gilmour in the top 50 of all time but I can't help it! It's fuckin' pumping me up bro! The Big "Doctor Fuckin' Who" Shanks! HA HA HA Oh my fuckin' gawd bro that's never gonna get old!!! Who is he? Where is he? WHEN is he? Oh fuck, what's that you say? He's already teleported ahead 9 pay per views in his promo yesterday? Cool! That's The Big Shanks! What? He's back in 1776 when they signed the XWF's very first ancient scrolls dictating that future generations must always be forced to pretend they're not as swole as the old dudes? Sweet bro! That's Doctor Fuckin' Who for ya!


Bro I'm still going on about this and it's already been a done deal for like ten minutes but The Big Shanks just can't hold my fuckin' heavy ass, extra jumbo sized jock strap with a wheel barrel and a pair of Mechanix gloves. Ol' boy would drop my shit like he's butter fingers every damn time he tries to grip it! I'm tellin' you boy!


These fucks are too easy but you know what that leaves?


Bro, Mastermind, real talk time. Yeah we gotta address the big fat fuckin' smelly ass elephant in the room and I'm not talking about Ruby's out of shape ass. I'm talking about the fact that after we dispose of all these other cats it's gonna come down to you and me in that ring broheimer and that's when all bets are OFF like a woman's sexual desire as soon as she turns on a shitty ass Mastermind promo! Fuck dude your shit could be used as a gottdamn effective form of free birth control for the masses and also STD prevention because I can guaran-shittin-tee man woman or child straight gay or bi NO BODY and I fuckin' mean


NO

GOD

DAYUMN

BAAAAAHHH-DEEEEEE


is gonna be able to make sweet sweet love with a muthafuckin' promo on in the background from The Master Of The Minds himself! Fuck a boner! Fuck a wet pussy! Fuck a puckering asshole! It's ALLLLLL out the window as soon as that Mastermind shit pops the fuckin' airwaves like a water balloon popping over your faces that ends up really having been filled with piss instead of water oh shit that's fucked bro! Fuck! Done bitch! You KNOW that sexual desire IS. DONE. BITCH. PERIOD.


Now what brings me to all this sexy talk when it comes to your work Mastermind? Well broh I got bad news for ya but it turns out back at the mansion your wife was sneaking into the bed with me when I was having wet dreams about working up a hot ass sweat in the gym! She tried to lay hands on me bro! SHE TRIED TO LAY HANDS ON THIS BOY WITH THE BIG OL' SWOLE! That tells me she needs a hot hard dose of some of your best promos to make her want to stuff burning charcoal up her pussay and calm her lust for these muscle bellies.

756856vb&BV97^Bbv9576V76b5n&(9b86&^&*!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!

MASTERMIND JUST HIT SOCIO!!!


All fuckin' hell breaks looks as another bro narrator takes over and Mastermind just starts beating down on Socio like he raped his dog or something. Or I guess in this case like he insulted the ever living shit out of the man's wife!

Oh wait! Socio blocks a headbutt from Mastermind with a headbutt of his own and it works!

"Fuckin' forehead bitch! Yeah!"

Well we know who trains forehead between these two but what happens now when they lock up? Oh shit it's Socio just shoving Mastermind like 100 feet back like he was a small child's doll specifically. Socio runs at Mastermind but oh shit Mastermind uses the power of his mind to make it so Socio is running an anti-virus scan on his computer instead of running at him trying to kill him! Fuckin' smooth!

Socio doesn't know the first thing about running an AV scan on his computer so he's stumped as fuck right now. It would be the same as if he were just standing there all dizzy with cute little birds twiddling and diddling all around his face.

BOOM! Fuckin' BOOM! Mastermind just threw the trash can filled with steroids at Socio! Oh no! Not that! It's too much steroids at once even for him!

Socio explodes and screams like a bag of shit and his muscle bellies GRRRROWWWW in slow motion while the rest of his body and eyes all pulsate super fast to make up for the slow motion-ness of the muscle belly grow-ness going on up in this bitch-ness. You know what tho? This fuckin' dumbass bag of steroid needles just started his own fuckin' business literaly RIGHT NOW as a counter attack to Mastermind trying to run up and kick him in the dick! Super mutated GROWTH MAKER Amjetkun Socio THE NEEDLER OF THOSE NEEDING TO BE NEEDLED just starts a fuckin' business as his counter attacks and here's the business broh's! Check it out!



And yeah if you were paying attention and trying to tie this fuckin' horse shit promo together in a way that makes sense you might have noticed this new business and fresh looking banner were all made using Amjetkun "The Classiest Oat Cracker of The Gods" Socio's shitty anti-virus program that he didn't know how to use before Mastermind had the bright idea to give him super steroid powers beyond the tenth hundredth millitantond degreecree strombombleebumfuck or whatever the fuck he did.

Look at this shit banner. Look at that picture of Socio with his muscle bellies hanging up in the right corner looks like a crack baby inhaling paint and gas fumes cut that picture out and pasted it on there. And oh great he's showing us the difference his version of "hard work" can do with I guess a before and after shot where the after shot looks like he's a cancer patient being electrocuted or some shit.

The banner confuses Mastermind. Remember they're still fighting right now and this new business that doesn't have a name but has a banner was the counter attack and OH SHIT it takes Mastermind down! He's down! He's down as fuck to order from the website! He's ordering the all natural steroid pills! He's ordering the 100% vegan human growth hormone pollen! He's ordering the all-in-1 home muscle belly maker for only $49,999 USD!

Socio suplexes Mastermind right out of the website and Mastermind regains his focus on the battle at hand. Those steroid deal website deals were some good deals but it's time to deal some punishment! Mastermind tackles Socio through a wall and both men fall several floor down into the abyss pit. There are dead skeletons and detached muscle bellies from fallen warriors of the past littered all over the abyss pit. Mastermind and Socio look around and realize they must kill each other to survive!

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

They charge each other, spiked maces in each of their hands, and their shields send the loudest CLANGS ever heard echoing across the lands.

"I'LL EAT THE FUCK OUTTA YOU BRO!!!"

Socio flies mouth-first toward Mastermind and opens his jaws to about 10 times the size his mouth should be but somehow Mastermind has reversed it into THE CHAIR OF MASTERMIND!!!

Socio can't help but to resist pressing the chair into the heavens and getting a pump wait no fuck I said that wrong I meant to just say he can't resist sorry bro this narration shit is for the birds and I don't mean the turkeys I ate whole for Thanksgiving dinner last month. Yup last month was my Thanksgiving because I can dance and dart all around time like The Big Shanks can!

If there was ever a point.

A single, solitary point.

At any time during this or any of the Muscle-Mind Connection's promos.

That you doubted the presence of massive, massive, massive amounts of drugs.

Please slap yourself up right now bitch.

"IT'S MUTHAFUCKIN' SHAKE TIIIIIME, GOD DAMN IT! LOAD 'ER UP!" *BzlzzzlzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!* (the sound of the blender mixing up dem sweet sweet all natural druggo's baybay! Order yours yesterday!)



]]> <![CDATA[New Beginnings]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35565 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 14:15:42 -0800 Ruby]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35565
Fighting alongside Vita had been as eye-opening as it had been exhausting, and the Tiny Canadian dragged herself over to her couch, longing for its soft embrace. And yet, as she felt her body grow heavier and heavier the deeper she sank into the cushions, the more restful her mind seemed to become. Because there was still one splinter in her brain, driving her mad. One she was unable to pinch out or ignore. Her Anarchy Championship defense at Lethal Lottery.

It was gonna be rough. It was gonna be tough. Even if she didn’t have her Lethal Lottery semi final match. But as fun as tonight admittedly had been, in spite of Vita’s antics, here she was dealing with a cat of a different kind. One that sunk its claws deep into you and didn’t let go.

She sat up straight, her fingers reaching for the elastic band at the back of her head. She snapped her mask loose and held it in her hands.

Ruby: “Tonight’s been fun, hasn’t it, bud? A proper reunion, eh? You were right. I do need you. You give me identity. You give me purpose. But…

She softly shook her head, her ponytail gently wagging.

Ruby: “This one? This one is something I have to deal with all by myself. All by my lonesome. Just me. No façade.”

She got up and put the mask in the back of her dressing cabinet.

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From Ruby’s Go-Pro

We meet our heroine of this particular promo on an open field, seemingly not too far removed from a forest. She’s not alone, either, there are a few dozen people scattered all over, each busy with their task at hand. Most of them are wearing shovels, others saplings or bags of seeds, and it quickly becomes apparent what they’re doing. Ruby points the Go-Pro at her face.

Ruby: “Yo, what’s good in the hood, my guys? Rubes here, and today I’m gonna tell you a little bit about the work we’re doing here. See, this was one of the area’s ravaged by wildfires lately, and it’s important we try and restore what was lost. How’s that for an analogy, eh? But seriously, guys, we’re planting trees today, from seeds and acorns to young up-and-coming saplings. Because from small beginnings, a mighty forest might yet grow. It’s important we take care of the lungs of our planet, because without them we’d be flipped beyond belief. So I’m here today to help out, because this is the only planet we got, and we need to take care of it. And we all need to do our own part.”

Ruby places the Go-Pro on the ground, aiming at herself while she places a sapling into a freshly dug hole. She gets on her knees and starts to cover up the roots.

Ruby: “Besides, it’s relaxing. Gives me something else to think about than my upcoming match against good ole Lackers. And seeing as one of us is gonna end up in an actual dumpster real soon, I’m taking every chance I can get to enjoy a bit of nature. And besides…”

She finishes covering up the roots and gives the soil a few pats, making sure the stem is securely dug in.

Ruby: “I can’t let my peeps down, eh? I got a lot of people standing up and congratulating me after my title win, for which they have my thanks. But the honest to God’s truth is, that if Sarah beats me at Lethal Lottery, it’ll all have been for nothing. But before I get into that, I just want to make her a promise. I know I’m pulling double duty at the Lethal Lottery. Meaning I’m in for one rough ride. But I will not, I repeat: NOT! Use that as an excuse if I come up short. Because Lord knows that you could beat anybody on even their best day. I’m not the person to make excuses if I come up short. If I was, I’d have lived a life full of those.

“See, you and I, we’ve been making these Thanos references all the time, right? You came into XWF and you hit us with the Snap. Or Blip, if you prefer. Then I came, and I went for the head. At Lethal Lottery, this is you coming back from the past to assert your dominance and wipe everybody out all over again. I can’t let that happen. Or my title victory will be as meaningless as a Peter Gilmour Promise of Chastity. So consider me Dr. Strange, planting the seeds of a future in which you’re eradicated. And consider me the symbol of all that is good and wholesome come crashing down on you. I said I’d bring Order to Anarchy since Day One. And winning the title was a step I the right direction. But if I wanna fulfill my true mission, the one that will make our brand respectable, then it doesn’t stop here.”

Ruby sits down next to the sapling and gently strokes its still vulnerable leaves like a watchful guardian.

Ruby: “This forest may have burned down. But I’m here to take care of it. Planting new seeds and giving new life a chance. And once I’m finished, this will grow into a mighty forest. This isn’t the end, Sarah. And neither is Lethal Lottery. There are new beginnings all around us. But first? First I have to make sure it can never burn again… Firestarter. I’ll see you at the dump!”

She rolls through, kips up and does a hands-free cartwheel, picking up the Go-Pro when in mid-air. A few shaky images later, it cuts to black.]]>
Fighting alongside Vita had been as eye-opening as it had been exhausting, and the Tiny Canadian dragged herself over to her couch, longing for its soft embrace. And yet, as she felt her body grow heavier and heavier the deeper she sank into the cushions, the more restful her mind seemed to become. Because there was still one splinter in her brain, driving her mad. One she was unable to pinch out or ignore. Her Anarchy Championship defense at Lethal Lottery.

It was gonna be rough. It was gonna be tough. Even if she didn’t have her Lethal Lottery semi final match. But as fun as tonight admittedly had been, in spite of Vita’s antics, here she was dealing with a cat of a different kind. One that sunk its claws deep into you and didn’t let go.

She sat up straight, her fingers reaching for the elastic band at the back of her head. She snapped her mask loose and held it in her hands.

Ruby: “Tonight’s been fun, hasn’t it, bud? A proper reunion, eh? You were right. I do need you. You give me identity. You give me purpose. But…

She softly shook her head, her ponytail gently wagging.

Ruby: “This one? This one is something I have to deal with all by myself. All by my lonesome. Just me. No façade.”

She got up and put the mask in the back of her dressing cabinet.

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From Ruby’s Go-Pro

We meet our heroine of this particular promo on an open field, seemingly not too far removed from a forest. She’s not alone, either, there are a few dozen people scattered all over, each busy with their task at hand. Most of them are wearing shovels, others saplings or bags of seeds, and it quickly becomes apparent what they’re doing. Ruby points the Go-Pro at her face.

Ruby: “Yo, what’s good in the hood, my guys? Rubes here, and today I’m gonna tell you a little bit about the work we’re doing here. See, this was one of the area’s ravaged by wildfires lately, and it’s important we try and restore what was lost. How’s that for an analogy, eh? But seriously, guys, we’re planting trees today, from seeds and acorns to young up-and-coming saplings. Because from small beginnings, a mighty forest might yet grow. It’s important we take care of the lungs of our planet, because without them we’d be flipped beyond belief. So I’m here today to help out, because this is the only planet we got, and we need to take care of it. And we all need to do our own part.”

Ruby places the Go-Pro on the ground, aiming at herself while she places a sapling into a freshly dug hole. She gets on her knees and starts to cover up the roots.

Ruby: “Besides, it’s relaxing. Gives me something else to think about than my upcoming match against good ole Lackers. And seeing as one of us is gonna end up in an actual dumpster real soon, I’m taking every chance I can get to enjoy a bit of nature. And besides…”

She finishes covering up the roots and gives the soil a few pats, making sure the stem is securely dug in.

Ruby: “I can’t let my peeps down, eh? I got a lot of people standing up and congratulating me after my title win, for which they have my thanks. But the honest to God’s truth is, that if Sarah beats me at Lethal Lottery, it’ll all have been for nothing. But before I get into that, I just want to make her a promise. I know I’m pulling double duty at the Lethal Lottery. Meaning I’m in for one rough ride. But I will not, I repeat: NOT! Use that as an excuse if I come up short. Because Lord knows that you could beat anybody on even their best day. I’m not the person to make excuses if I come up short. If I was, I’d have lived a life full of those.

“See, you and I, we’ve been making these Thanos references all the time, right? You came into XWF and you hit us with the Snap. Or Blip, if you prefer. Then I came, and I went for the head. At Lethal Lottery, this is you coming back from the past to assert your dominance and wipe everybody out all over again. I can’t let that happen. Or my title victory will be as meaningless as a Peter Gilmour Promise of Chastity. So consider me Dr. Strange, planting the seeds of a future in which you’re eradicated. And consider me the symbol of all that is good and wholesome come crashing down on you. I said I’d bring Order to Anarchy since Day One. And winning the title was a step I the right direction. But if I wanna fulfill my true mission, the one that will make our brand respectable, then it doesn’t stop here.”

Ruby sits down next to the sapling and gently strokes its still vulnerable leaves like a watchful guardian.

Ruby: “This forest may have burned down. But I’m here to take care of it. Planting new seeds and giving new life a chance. And once I’m finished, this will grow into a mighty forest. This isn’t the end, Sarah. And neither is Lethal Lottery. There are new beginnings all around us. But first? First I have to make sure it can never burn again… Firestarter. I’ll see you at the dump!”

She rolls through, kips up and does a hands-free cartwheel, picking up the Go-Pro when in mid-air. A few shaky images later, it cuts to black.]]> <![CDATA[She lives again. She gets the scoop on Shane's most CHRONIC thoughts!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35563 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 13:03:46 -0800 Carver's Sheath]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35563 Setting the scene:

The hotel.

Light blue curtains flowing.

The breeze coming through the open windows.

The familiar blue eyes of a blonde woman gazing far into the distance of the Johannesburg landscape.

A sipping of her cup of tea, just out of range of the flailing curtains that seem so desperately to reach for her.

But it was the goddess-like voice breaking the silence that truly began to paint the picture we were most curious about...

The time draws near for the Lethal Lottery extravaganza, and many people are still wondering what condition Shane is in as he heads into his non-sanctioned match with "Chronic" Chris Page. While Shane has, in fact, uploaded a "promo" of sorts... many people have noted that the promo didn't feel like Shane was really "there" in a way. There was no visual or scene for that last promo at all, which isn't the norm for the man who has been known to put on very elaborate displays in the past, and his words felt forced, almost as if he were reading from a script he or someone wrote for him ahead of time.

I'm Liz Weinberg —

You may remember me as being recently resurrected in an Unknown Soldier promo several weeks ago. You may even remember me from my time as the head journalist for Barely Legal Wrestling, which was run by Shane under the moniker of "The BLW Boss". You may also remember me as being the top XWF journalist for several years, all the way until December 2nd, 2013.

December 2nd... A general date which some of you remember as a very significant date for a number of reasons:

1) It was the day Shane 's exclusive Black Circle was formed in 2000.
2) It was the day, several years later, that The Black Circle merged with The Order to become The Black Order.
3) It's Shane 's actual birthday.
4) It's the anniversary of Liz Weinberg—that's me— being murdered in cold blood by Shane as I served as a sacrifice to "The Father" during Shane's 2013 birthday bash.

So, by my calculations, that sets December 2nd as a double birthday, a rebirth day, and a death day... all of which directly connect to Shane in one way or another.

It also happens to be the day after Lethal Lottery, but Lethal Lottery happens in an entirely different time zone than the aforementioned events, and it's for that very reason I have to believe there is room for some bleeding through the barrier that sets December 1st apart from the energies and influences of December 2nd. If I knew more about how the universe really works, I'm sure I could go into more detail but as of now I can only describe this as a hunch from a woman who shouldn't be alive — something's going down this year on December 2nd... it's just a matter of which eye(s) is it (in)visible to? For we only have three.

And so continues my own convoluted journey as I pick right up where I left off in 2013, seeking out the very man who sacrificed me six years ago. In fact, that's the reason I'm already here in Johannesburg a week ahead of time. He consumes every drop of who I am, dead or alive, all of my timeline.

Now while I can't divulge certain details regarding the past 24 hours, I can confirm I was able to meet with Shane under conditions I am not permitted to disclose. I've been given the green light to relay only the most pertinent details of our conversation – a conversation I was not permitted to record on camera or audio, unfortunately... so it is with my mere words that I paint this picture of the Shane interview.

"It's good of you to come," Shane said to me as I walked into a dimly lit office where Shane had been waiting behind a large steel desk. I could only make out the silhouette of the former XWF owner as I sat down in the empty seat across from him and responded with, "I couldn't let you suffer the same fate as Chris Page and have to deal with being interviewed by Steve Sayors"—to which Shane actually does chuckle very slightly but quickly forces himself to stop, possibly due to an internal pain?

It definitely seemed like pain as he remained hunched forward for a few seconds and I could swear I heard him mumble something about needing one more fix before Sunday... whatever that meant. Shane hurries me along and I get right down to business, presenting him with the first of several Chris Page quotes, comments and accusations that many people believe Shane has been avoiding answering...

CCP Said:”This goes back to when Shane acquired the XWF and he was trying to relaunch, failing miserably with a top billing of Jose Chavez leading the charge while I was sitting behind the desk of the WGWF in a lower point of my decade plus run of calling the shots. We saw an opportunity for feds to help feds with talent exchanges, example, he had THE Tristan Slater appear on WGWF television while I myself wrestled a match or two for him to the point we even did a successful Interpromotional World Title Match on Pay-Per-View that drew money with Paul Frost and Slater.”

When confronted with that quote, Shane simply said...




...nothing at all.

"Is there anything you wish to say?" seemed like such a futile question at this point but that didn't stop me from pressing onward to get my story from the very man who once bloodied the streets with my innards and sent my soul on a journey across the stars. Shane owed me this much. Hell, it wasn't even him who resurrected me. The least he can do is answer some- "Slater!" blurted out of Shane's mouth at the most unexpected time. "Slater," he continues with a sigh. "Did you notice how when he talks about the past, it's the guy that was on my payroll we all know and remember? THE Tristan Slater is still going strong today, and who even KNOWS who the hell Paul Frost is?!? HA!

"THAT's what stands out to ME in that statement, Liz. I'm just hearing yet another reminder of how nobody remembers anything Page does but everyone still sees my handiwork going strong today. Slater may be a worthless piece of shit right now due to his allegiance with Page and other dipshits, but you can't take away his accomplishments over the years in this industry and YOU CANNOT deny that he's a Shane XWF Original!

Maybe that's why THE Tristan Slater's just so much better than Chris Page? Hmmmmm? Ever think of that?

Because let's face it when it comes to Page...

Who even KNOWS where he started?

Who ever kept tabs on his career?

Who even remembers what promoter was the one to give him his first big break in the business?

Who even GIVES A FLYING FUCK?!?!?"

That moment right there was when Shane said something very shocking.

"I do! I give a flying fuck!" - climbing up on top of his desk.

"As in, I'm going to leap off the nearest turnbuckle and catch CCP with the flying face fuck!" - leaping off of his desk and proceeding to kamikaze his airborne crotch right into my face! I fall under the weight of this flying lunatic and hit my head – hard. It doesn't look good............ Now I'm seeing doubles and triples of Shane dancing around and inserting their full, turgid members into very large potatoes that have holes cut in them.

So while I'm unconscious... something happens to my lifeless body involving several potatoes, a bottle of basil infused olive oil, a shoehorn, and a roll of quarters.

Shane insists that we move on and demands to be afflicted with the next CCP comment I had waiting for him, so here we have...

CCP Said:”I really don’t give a fuck to even try and rationalize with someone like . He can pretend that this is some sort of “master plan” that he’s drawn up and I’ve played into his hand but in reality he’s played right into mine. Do you or anyone else seriously think I’m the only guy that feels this way about Shane and Soldier? Do you think I’m the only person that thinks they’re fucking stupid and played out more than Peter Gilmour’s vigina?”

"What did he just say about my friend Peter Gilmour's vagina?!?" Shane cries out in horror before calling out, "next!"

CCP Said:”I know Shane has a plan up his sleeve just like he knows I’ve got a plan up mine so what this is going to boil down to is who’s plan is the better plan and I’ll put this up against anything else on the card as the one takeaway that everyone will be talking about afterwards and I can guarantee you and the rest of the world some shock value that you didn’t see coming.”

Laughing, Shane asks if CCP really said that and after I confirm it he lets out a sarcastic, grumbly, "How about some shock value on an electrified toilet?" and the visual I get in my head is not a pretty one as Shane is quick to skip ahead to an entirely different subject with a request of "Let's hear one more great CCP quote before we wrap this all up and send it off like a fecal sample... shall we?"

Of course I oblige with this:

CCP Said:”Or maybe I am cleared to compete and this has been a minor ploy to bait right into this situation? Did you or anyone else think about that? It’s been five weeks since that happened and if I had the trauma I wanted you to believe I had there’s no fucking way I would have gotten on a fucking plane to get here. New Flash, not only have I been cleared to compete I was cleared to compete when I step inside that ring and asked for this battle to be non-sanctioned. Jokes on you and whoever else bought what I was selling. So the cats out of the bag on that, Shane walked right into this and now not only are his back against the wall but those very walls are starting to close in around him. He’s now an island upon himself and he will stand across that ring from a great white shark that smells blood in the water that’s just itching to take a bite. I am going to use everything that isn’t nailed down as instruments, as tools of devastation and I will make sure that Shane knows exactly whose bitch he really is because when I’m done with him he’s not going to refer to me as Chris Page…

he’s going to be referring to me as daddy.”

"Daddy?!" gasps Shane, eyes as big as golf balls! "Well, shit! Then I guess we're all going to have to REALLY use our imaginations and pretend that in this day and age A WOMAN can be someone's daddy! Seems to me like if the questions are:

1. Who keeps letting Shane chop their hair off and keep/smoke it?
2. Who keeps doing nothing about it, but keeps ending up with long flowing blonde locks yet again?
3. Who is Shane's #1 bitch?

It's real, REAL clear that 'a man' is not the answer to that set of questions! HA! Need I say more?

Now as for him 'baiting me in' like he claims... I mean, come on CCP, you're talking to a guy who has been in the ring less times than there have been viewers of your recent promos. All I do is run shit, boss people around, manipulate people to do my bidding, and steal things from you and fuck up your life when I get bored. I don't wrestle. I don't compete because everyone's ALREADY below me, ya know? That's basically Shane in a nutshell. My LIFETIME record isn't even in the double digits yet for wins OR losses, but good job luring me in, big boy! You suckered me right into a situation where I'm allowed to do whatever I want to you off of US soil without consequence and I have the added incentive of being able to be shown on camera with my foot over your bloody chest after I topple you with the help of who and what ever I damn well please because if I've never given another human a fair 1 on 1 with me, why in the hell would I start with you in this unsanctioned match? Bait me. Bait me hard. Keep your eyes open, Mr. Master Baiter... The bite's bigger than your whole piece of shit boat!






Because it worked."]]> Setting the scene:

The hotel.

Light blue curtains flowing.

The breeze coming through the open windows.

The familiar blue eyes of a blonde woman gazing far into the distance of the Johannesburg landscape.

A sipping of her cup of tea, just out of range of the flailing curtains that seem so desperately to reach for her.

But it was the goddess-like voice breaking the silence that truly began to paint the picture we were most curious about...

The time draws near for the Lethal Lottery extravaganza, and many people are still wondering what condition Shane is in as he heads into his non-sanctioned match with "Chronic" Chris Page. While Shane has, in fact, uploaded a "promo" of sorts... many people have noted that the promo didn't feel like Shane was really "there" in a way. There was no visual or scene for that last promo at all, which isn't the norm for the man who has been known to put on very elaborate displays in the past, and his words felt forced, almost as if he were reading from a script he or someone wrote for him ahead of time.

I'm Liz Weinberg —

You may remember me as being recently resurrected in an Unknown Soldier promo several weeks ago. You may even remember me from my time as the head journalist for Barely Legal Wrestling, which was run by Shane under the moniker of "The BLW Boss". You may also remember me as being the top XWF journalist for several years, all the way until December 2nd, 2013.

December 2nd... A general date which some of you remember as a very significant date for a number of reasons:

1) It was the day Shane 's exclusive Black Circle was formed in 2000.
2) It was the day, several years later, that The Black Circle merged with The Order to become The Black Order.
3) It's Shane 's actual birthday.
4) It's the anniversary of Liz Weinberg—that's me— being murdered in cold blood by Shane as I served as a sacrifice to "The Father" during Shane's 2013 birthday bash.

So, by my calculations, that sets December 2nd as a double birthday, a rebirth day, and a death day... all of which directly connect to Shane in one way or another.

It also happens to be the day after Lethal Lottery, but Lethal Lottery happens in an entirely different time zone than the aforementioned events, and it's for that very reason I have to believe there is room for some bleeding through the barrier that sets December 1st apart from the energies and influences of December 2nd. If I knew more about how the universe really works, I'm sure I could go into more detail but as of now I can only describe this as a hunch from a woman who shouldn't be alive — something's going down this year on December 2nd... it's just a matter of which eye(s) is it (in)visible to? For we only have three.

And so continues my own convoluted journey as I pick right up where I left off in 2013, seeking out the very man who sacrificed me six years ago. In fact, that's the reason I'm already here in Johannesburg a week ahead of time. He consumes every drop of who I am, dead or alive, all of my timeline.

Now while I can't divulge certain details regarding the past 24 hours, I can confirm I was able to meet with Shane under conditions I am not permitted to disclose. I've been given the green light to relay only the most pertinent details of our conversation – a conversation I was not permitted to record on camera or audio, unfortunately... so it is with my mere words that I paint this picture of the Shane interview.

"It's good of you to come," Shane said to me as I walked into a dimly lit office where Shane had been waiting behind a large steel desk. I could only make out the silhouette of the former XWF owner as I sat down in the empty seat across from him and responded with, "I couldn't let you suffer the same fate as Chris Page and have to deal with being interviewed by Steve Sayors"—to which Shane actually does chuckle very slightly but quickly forces himself to stop, possibly due to an internal pain?

It definitely seemed like pain as he remained hunched forward for a few seconds and I could swear I heard him mumble something about needing one more fix before Sunday... whatever that meant. Shane hurries me along and I get right down to business, presenting him with the first of several Chris Page quotes, comments and accusations that many people believe Shane has been avoiding answering...

CCP Said:”This goes back to when Shane acquired the XWF and he was trying to relaunch, failing miserably with a top billing of Jose Chavez leading the charge while I was sitting behind the desk of the WGWF in a lower point of my decade plus run of calling the shots. We saw an opportunity for feds to help feds with talent exchanges, example, he had THE Tristan Slater appear on WGWF television while I myself wrestled a match or two for him to the point we even did a successful Interpromotional World Title Match on Pay-Per-View that drew money with Paul Frost and Slater.”

When confronted with that quote, Shane simply said...




...nothing at all.

"Is there anything you wish to say?" seemed like such a futile question at this point but that didn't stop me from pressing onward to get my story from the very man who once bloodied the streets with my innards and sent my soul on a journey across the stars. Shane owed me this much. Hell, it wasn't even him who resurrected me. The least he can do is answer some- "Slater!" blurted out of Shane's mouth at the most unexpected time. "Slater," he continues with a sigh. "Did you notice how when he talks about the past, it's the guy that was on my payroll we all know and remember? THE Tristan Slater is still going strong today, and who even KNOWS who the hell Paul Frost is?!? HA!

"THAT's what stands out to ME in that statement, Liz. I'm just hearing yet another reminder of how nobody remembers anything Page does but everyone still sees my handiwork going strong today. Slater may be a worthless piece of shit right now due to his allegiance with Page and other dipshits, but you can't take away his accomplishments over the years in this industry and YOU CANNOT deny that he's a Shane XWF Original!

Maybe that's why THE Tristan Slater's just so much better than Chris Page? Hmmmmm? Ever think of that?

Because let's face it when it comes to Page...

Who even KNOWS where he started?

Who ever kept tabs on his career?

Who even remembers what promoter was the one to give him his first big break in the business?

Who even GIVES A FLYING FUCK?!?!?"

That moment right there was when Shane said something very shocking.

"I do! I give a flying fuck!" - climbing up on top of his desk.

"As in, I'm going to leap off the nearest turnbuckle and catch CCP with the flying face fuck!" - leaping off of his desk and proceeding to kamikaze his airborne crotch right into my face! I fall under the weight of this flying lunatic and hit my head – hard. It doesn't look good............ Now I'm seeing doubles and triples of Shane dancing around and inserting their full, turgid members into very large potatoes that have holes cut in them.

So while I'm unconscious... something happens to my lifeless body involving several potatoes, a bottle of basil infused olive oil, a shoehorn, and a roll of quarters.

Shane insists that we move on and demands to be afflicted with the next CCP comment I had waiting for him, so here we have...

CCP Said:”I really don’t give a fuck to even try and rationalize with someone like . He can pretend that this is some sort of “master plan” that he’s drawn up and I’ve played into his hand but in reality he’s played right into mine. Do you or anyone else seriously think I’m the only guy that feels this way about Shane and Soldier? Do you think I’m the only person that thinks they’re fucking stupid and played out more than Peter Gilmour’s vigina?”

"What did he just say about my friend Peter Gilmour's vagina?!?" Shane cries out in horror before calling out, "next!"

CCP Said:”I know Shane has a plan up his sleeve just like he knows I’ve got a plan up mine so what this is going to boil down to is who’s plan is the better plan and I’ll put this up against anything else on the card as the one takeaway that everyone will be talking about afterwards and I can guarantee you and the rest of the world some shock value that you didn’t see coming.”

Laughing, Shane asks if CCP really said that and after I confirm it he lets out a sarcastic, grumbly, "How about some shock value on an electrified toilet?" and the visual I get in my head is not a pretty one as Shane is quick to skip ahead to an entirely different subject with a request of "Let's hear one more great CCP quote before we wrap this all up and send it off like a fecal sample... shall we?"

Of course I oblige with this:

CCP Said:”Or maybe I am cleared to compete and this has been a minor ploy to bait right into this situation? Did you or anyone else think about that? It’s been five weeks since that happened and if I had the trauma I wanted you to believe I had there’s no fucking way I would have gotten on a fucking plane to get here. New Flash, not only have I been cleared to compete I was cleared to compete when I step inside that ring and asked for this battle to be non-sanctioned. Jokes on you and whoever else bought what I was selling. So the cats out of the bag on that, Shane walked right into this and now not only are his back against the wall but those very walls are starting to close in around him. He’s now an island upon himself and he will stand across that ring from a great white shark that smells blood in the water that’s just itching to take a bite. I am going to use everything that isn’t nailed down as instruments, as tools of devastation and I will make sure that Shane knows exactly whose bitch he really is because when I’m done with him he’s not going to refer to me as Chris Page…

he’s going to be referring to me as daddy.”

"Daddy?!" gasps Shane, eyes as big as golf balls! "Well, shit! Then I guess we're all going to have to REALLY use our imaginations and pretend that in this day and age A WOMAN can be someone's daddy! Seems to me like if the questions are:

1. Who keeps letting Shane chop their hair off and keep/smoke it?
2. Who keeps doing nothing about it, but keeps ending up with long flowing blonde locks yet again?
3. Who is Shane's #1 bitch?

It's real, REAL clear that 'a man' is not the answer to that set of questions! HA! Need I say more?

Now as for him 'baiting me in' like he claims... I mean, come on CCP, you're talking to a guy who has been in the ring less times than there have been viewers of your recent promos. All I do is run shit, boss people around, manipulate people to do my bidding, and steal things from you and fuck up your life when I get bored. I don't wrestle. I don't compete because everyone's ALREADY below me, ya know? That's basically Shane in a nutshell. My LIFETIME record isn't even in the double digits yet for wins OR losses, but good job luring me in, big boy! You suckered me right into a situation where I'm allowed to do whatever I want to you off of US soil without consequence and I have the added incentive of being able to be shown on camera with my foot over your bloody chest after I topple you with the help of who and what ever I damn well please because if I've never given another human a fair 1 on 1 with me, why in the hell would I start with you in this unsanctioned match? Bait me. Bait me hard. Keep your eyes open, Mr. Master Baiter... The bite's bigger than your whole piece of shit boat!






Because it worked."]]> <![CDATA[South Africa bound - Semi Finals - Mr Socio]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35543 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 12:17:57 -0800 Mastermind]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35543
Like I said it's been one hell of a week with Mr Socio staying with my family and I.

For 5 straight days I get up and find my victory t-shirts sprawl across the house. Stupid me keeps on ordering new ones every day. And I replace them every day. And stupid me keeps finding them stretched out and left on the floor right throughthe mansion.

Then there are the kids, especially the boys. Vinnie and Jaco seemed to have taking a liking to 'Uncle' Socio. Heavens knows why. Because each time they approach him he runs the other way. They think its funny because they think he's playing a game.

My wife Maria hates Mr Socio. She thinks he's worse than when Gator was here last, a few years ago, for our War Games team, and he made a Go-Kart teack out the back when there was already one on the South Side of the house.

"Gator's way better than that Socio dude. He even makes the twin girls cry just by standing in silence."

He even used my chair for a weight even after I told him not to. He just forgets.

Even training with him in the gym is so different. We don't take it lightly like we should be doing. He's so forceful.

So that's been my week from hell.


SWITCH TO SOCIO

Bro it's been fuckin' sweet livin' with my boy Mastermind for the last couple days or weeks or whateverthefuck it's been. I feel like I might try to move in and stay here for good!

Best thing about this place is, like, there are little kids' clothes scattered ALL THE FUCK OVER bro. Anywhere I go I'm grabbin' another t-shirt and when I try it on I end up ripping it to shreds or stretching it to 9999999 times its original size n' shit bro.

Speaking of kids, I hate them all. I never met a kid I liked. It's bullshit that people expect people not to swear and be themselves when kids are around. Fuck! I mean where the hell else are the kids gonna learn to do that shit bro?

Then we've got Maria who I think has eyes for me but she's trying to play it off like it's nothing. All I can say bruh is I ain't about to be swooping in on my partner's woman so she needs to keep her eyes in her pants.

One thing I will do however is lift the fuck out of any heavy furniture I find in this house and get a wicked pump. Mastermind has this awesome fuckin' chair he lets me use for all kinds of advanced training techniques bro. That chair is like a home gym and surprisingly never breaks no matter how many times you drop or throw it, apparently! Ha ha.

Fuck bro it's time to eat gottdammit! Time for meal #7 of the day! Two triple burgers wrapped in lettuce and a shake with a shit ton of the rawest, strongest, most natural drugs and supplements money can buuuyyyy! Yeah boyyy!


Left Brain — Right Muscle
<—Mastermind | Amjetkun Socio—>

Man I tried getting Mr Socio to eat healthy but all he did during his stay was order out and had it delivered. I even suggested he could use my chef to cook anything he wanted, but he took one look at the chef and laughed his head off. He still won't let me in on his little joke. Bro I keep trying to get Mastermind on my 100% all natural all real food meal plan but he keeps trying to convince my ass to just let his gay ass chef cook me random shit that I wouldn't touch with a fuckin' 10 foot needle bro. I'm about to rage on his ass next time he tries feeding me fake food!
Also Maria said to me "I catch him every so often trying to make eye contact with me, I told him to stop it, as it was very unsettling. He was also flirting." At least the chef doesn't keep giving me that bedroom stare like The Mind's wife keeps doing up in this bitch. I keep creeping around corners trying to avoid her but she keeps trying to look at my bulges bruh!
So imagine my relief that the day finally came to head to South Africa. I waited for him to get up but he slept the entire morning away after a very rigorous and rough work out the night before.

I yelled at him to get up but I also slipped something into his brunch. That's a meal which includes breakfast and lunch.

Anyway I didn't want an incident on my private jet like hin being responsible by making us crash... So I sedated him.		 Bro's and bro'ettes, I cannot tell you all how good it felt to finally get on the fuckin' road and head our asses off to muthafuckin' South Africaaa! The day we left I slept in a little bit because I was up all night until about 4AM working forehead and back. I finally woke up and brah I was happy as FUCK to see Mister Mind had made me breakfast with some funny imaginary name he called it instead of breakfast! Fuuuuuck yeah! Call it what you will, bro, I gobbled that shit down like an Etheopian chucking fried chicken down its throat after catching the guy with the bucket of it strapped to his back on a motor scooter! Oh yeah Jim Cornette rules bitch!
When he came to we had just landed in Johannesburg, South Africa, and I assume he thought he must have hit his head on a dumb bell, as he was talking about dumb bells dropping on his head from a big height the night before. Hopefully he can explain that. But I was just glad that we were finally in South Africa. Bro I still can't stop thinking about how good that workout was last night. I'm telling you right the fuck now if you're not killing forehead at least once a week, why the fuck are you even training bruh? You may as well just lay yourself out back and let the gottdamn shit hogs eat your ass up. But don't let me digress the fuck outta the fact that it's gooooooood to be in muthafuckin' South Africaaaa, bitch!




La Orchard Hotel
Johannesburg
South Africa

The camera fades in to the hotel room of Mastermind, and he looks relieved for some reason. Possibly the last week of havimg his tag partner, Mr Socio, as he calls him, around, was stressful enough. We see Mastermind staring out the window into the streets of Joburg, as the locals like to call it.

"I dare start talking about how South Africa has a special part of history for us Kiwis, but you yankees won't understand......

"But I'll say it anyway. South Africa and New Zealand have a rich sporting history when it comes to rugby. In the 1950s until about the 1980's South Africa was our biggest threat. They use to be so hard to beat.

"But then came aparthied politics, and from the 1980's they were banned from playing test match rugby until the late 80's when they came back into the fold. We now had wood on them so to speak. I don't think you yankees will know that term.

"So let's talk about the Lethal Lottery Semi Finals. I know that deep in my heart that my tag partner, Mr Socio, and I, have wood over the girls team of Ruby and Vita Valenteen, and the boys, that of Fuzz and the Big Shanks."

Mastermind smiles and looks at the camera.

"Take Ruby and Vita for example. The look rather foolish dressing up and playing super heroes. But I'm sure their fans love that side of them but mostly the fans that are children who also like to dress up and play make believe.

"What's happened to you Ruby. A few days around Vita who has gone completely crazy that she's niw sucked you into her world of non reality?

"Come on now Ruby. You are the Anarchy champion. At least behave and at least live in the real world. All hope seems to have gone, been exhausted when it comes to Vita, but you are are different or so I thought.

"You guys arent taking serious enough and that's why Mr Socio and I will be serious to go all the way to the Lethal Lottery Tournament. I use to think we had a 33.33 chance of winning but with you girls mentally checkes out, it's now 50-50. Let the boys sirt it out. You girls continue to play make believe and put the so called rise of the women's diverson back at least a year. Shame on you two. Shame on you."

Mastermind starts smirking his infamous smirk.

"Now as for Fuzz and The Big Shanks. I'd like to call you guys 'The Blowhards' because you both sprout enough verbal diarrhea like a babys bottom. It's like when whales blow out water through their blow holes, I link you to whales.

"Big and strong in one sense but stupid and done in the other. At least you two live in the same reality as Mr Socio and I, but you two just continue to talk a whole bunch of crap and it's become so boring it's predictable now. Imagine that.... Fuzz being boring and predictable. Shock horror hold the pressers..... alert tabloids, fire up the online trolls. Fuzz is more worried about his x-treme title than anything while The Big Lanky Shanks wants to be in the now and play 'here I am, I'll stay for now but then oh shit I'm awfully sorry I have to go now.'

"You're irrelevant Shanks. You may be a former champ but that was back then and this is now. So wht don't you just join the girls and live in the past, where you don't have to face reality.

You see, Ruby-Vita, and Fuzz-Shanks. This is my time. Mr Socio and I will be the ones to get through to the final, and then Mr Socio, you listen up pretty good, I'm winning this whole damn thing and there isn't anything you guys can do about it and I don't MasterMIND that at all....."

"I will be joining Mr Socio for his promo to sum everything else up. But know this now you are looking at the 2019 Lethal Lottery Champion."

And with that Mastermind signals and the camera fades out.]]>
Like I said it's been one hell of a week with Mr Socio staying with my family and I.

For 5 straight days I get up and find my victory t-shirts sprawl across the house. Stupid me keeps on ordering new ones every day. And I replace them every day. And stupid me keeps finding them stretched out and left on the floor right throughthe mansion.

Then there are the kids, especially the boys. Vinnie and Jaco seemed to have taking a liking to 'Uncle' Socio. Heavens knows why. Because each time they approach him he runs the other way. They think its funny because they think he's playing a game.

My wife Maria hates Mr Socio. She thinks he's worse than when Gator was here last, a few years ago, for our War Games team, and he made a Go-Kart teack out the back when there was already one on the South Side of the house.

"Gator's way better than that Socio dude. He even makes the twin girls cry just by standing in silence."

He even used my chair for a weight even after I told him not to. He just forgets.

Even training with him in the gym is so different. We don't take it lightly like we should be doing. He's so forceful.

So that's been my week from hell.


SWITCH TO SOCIO

Bro it's been fuckin' sweet livin' with my boy Mastermind for the last couple days or weeks or whateverthefuck it's been. I feel like I might try to move in and stay here for good!

Best thing about this place is, like, there are little kids' clothes scattered ALL THE FUCK OVER bro. Anywhere I go I'm grabbin' another t-shirt and when I try it on I end up ripping it to shreds or stretching it to 9999999 times its original size n' shit bro.

Speaking of kids, I hate them all. I never met a kid I liked. It's bullshit that people expect people not to swear and be themselves when kids are around. Fuck! I mean where the hell else are the kids gonna learn to do that shit bro?

Then we've got Maria who I think has eyes for me but she's trying to play it off like it's nothing. All I can say bruh is I ain't about to be swooping in on my partner's woman so she needs to keep her eyes in her pants.

One thing I will do however is lift the fuck out of any heavy furniture I find in this house and get a wicked pump. Mastermind has this awesome fuckin' chair he lets me use for all kinds of advanced training techniques bro. That chair is like a home gym and surprisingly never breaks no matter how many times you drop or throw it, apparently! Ha ha.

Fuck bro it's time to eat gottdammit! Time for meal #7 of the day! Two triple burgers wrapped in lettuce and a shake with a shit ton of the rawest, strongest, most natural drugs and supplements money can buuuyyyy! Yeah boyyy!


Left Brain — Right Muscle
<—Mastermind | Amjetkun Socio—>

Man I tried getting Mr Socio to eat healthy but all he did during his stay was order out and had it delivered. I even suggested he could use my chef to cook anything he wanted, but he took one look at the chef and laughed his head off. He still won't let me in on his little joke. Bro I keep trying to get Mastermind on my 100% all natural all real food meal plan but he keeps trying to convince my ass to just let his gay ass chef cook me random shit that I wouldn't touch with a fuckin' 10 foot needle bro. I'm about to rage on his ass next time he tries feeding me fake food!
Also Maria said to me "I catch him every so often trying to make eye contact with me, I told him to stop it, as it was very unsettling. He was also flirting." At least the chef doesn't keep giving me that bedroom stare like The Mind's wife keeps doing up in this bitch. I keep creeping around corners trying to avoid her but she keeps trying to look at my bulges bruh!
So imagine my relief that the day finally came to head to South Africa. I waited for him to get up but he slept the entire morning away after a very rigorous and rough work out the night before.

I yelled at him to get up but I also slipped something into his brunch. That's a meal which includes breakfast and lunch.

Anyway I didn't want an incident on my private jet like hin being responsible by making us crash... So I sedated him.		 Bro's and bro'ettes, I cannot tell you all how good it felt to finally get on the fuckin' road and head our asses off to muthafuckin' South Africaaa! The day we left I slept in a little bit because I was up all night until about 4AM working forehead and back. I finally woke up and brah I was happy as FUCK to see Mister Mind had made me breakfast with some funny imaginary name he called it instead of breakfast! Fuuuuuck yeah! Call it what you will, bro, I gobbled that shit down like an Etheopian chucking fried chicken down its throat after catching the guy with the bucket of it strapped to his back on a motor scooter! Oh yeah Jim Cornette rules bitch!
When he came to we had just landed in Johannesburg, South Africa, and I assume he thought he must have hit his head on a dumb bell, as he was talking about dumb bells dropping on his head from a big height the night before. Hopefully he can explain that. But I was just glad that we were finally in South Africa. Bro I still can't stop thinking about how good that workout was last night. I'm telling you right the fuck now if you're not killing forehead at least once a week, why the fuck are you even training bruh? You may as well just lay yourself out back and let the gottdamn shit hogs eat your ass up. But don't let me digress the fuck outta the fact that it's gooooooood to be in muthafuckin' South Africaaaa, bitch!




La Orchard Hotel
Johannesburg
South Africa

The camera fades in to the hotel room of Mastermind, and he looks relieved for some reason. Possibly the last week of havimg his tag partner, Mr Socio, as he calls him, around, was stressful enough. We see Mastermind staring out the window into the streets of Joburg, as the locals like to call it.

"I dare start talking about how South Africa has a special part of history for us Kiwis, but you yankees won't understand......

"But I'll say it anyway. South Africa and New Zealand have a rich sporting history when it comes to rugby. In the 1950s until about the 1980's South Africa was our biggest threat. They use to be so hard to beat.

"But then came aparthied politics, and from the 1980's they were banned from playing test match rugby until the late 80's when they came back into the fold. We now had wood on them so to speak. I don't think you yankees will know that term.

"So let's talk about the Lethal Lottery Semi Finals. I know that deep in my heart that my tag partner, Mr Socio, and I, have wood over the girls team of Ruby and Vita Valenteen, and the boys, that of Fuzz and the Big Shanks."

Mastermind smiles and looks at the camera.

"Take Ruby and Vita for example. The look rather foolish dressing up and playing super heroes. But I'm sure their fans love that side of them but mostly the fans that are children who also like to dress up and play make believe.

"What's happened to you Ruby. A few days around Vita who has gone completely crazy that she's niw sucked you into her world of non reality?

"Come on now Ruby. You are the Anarchy champion. At least behave and at least live in the real world. All hope seems to have gone, been exhausted when it comes to Vita, but you are are different or so I thought.

"You guys arent taking serious enough and that's why Mr Socio and I will be serious to go all the way to the Lethal Lottery Tournament. I use to think we had a 33.33 chance of winning but with you girls mentally checkes out, it's now 50-50. Let the boys sirt it out. You girls continue to play make believe and put the so called rise of the women's diverson back at least a year. Shame on you two. Shame on you."

Mastermind starts smirking his infamous smirk.

"Now as for Fuzz and The Big Shanks. I'd like to call you guys 'The Blowhards' because you both sprout enough verbal diarrhea like a babys bottom. It's like when whales blow out water through their blow holes, I link you to whales.

"Big and strong in one sense but stupid and done in the other. At least you two live in the same reality as Mr Socio and I, but you two just continue to talk a whole bunch of crap and it's become so boring it's predictable now. Imagine that.... Fuzz being boring and predictable. Shock horror hold the pressers..... alert tabloids, fire up the online trolls. Fuzz is more worried about his x-treme title than anything while The Big Lanky Shanks wants to be in the now and play 'here I am, I'll stay for now but then oh shit I'm awfully sorry I have to go now.'

"You're irrelevant Shanks. You may be a former champ but that was back then and this is now. So wht don't you just join the girls and live in the past, where you don't have to face reality.

You see, Ruby-Vita, and Fuzz-Shanks. This is my time. Mr Socio and I will be the ones to get through to the final, and then Mr Socio, you listen up pretty good, I'm winning this whole damn thing and there isn't anything you guys can do about it and I don't MasterMIND that at all....."

"I will be joining Mr Socio for his promo to sum everything else up. But know this now you are looking at the 2019 Lethal Lottery Champion."

And with that Mastermind signals and the camera fades out.]]> <![CDATA[Ocean Eyes]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35562 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 07:48:04 -0800 Centurion]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35562

(He wasn’t going to admit it…but Centurion missed being a high roller.

He doesn’t miss the days of fake people fawning over him, and he doesn’t miss the binge drinking and waking up in hotel rooms that weren’t his own, but he did miss the fun and the comradery. More importantly, he missed being carefree. He missed the ability to just relax and have fun without worrying about the stressors of life killing him.

That’s why this Monte Carlo trip was so important. No wrestling, no business, no blackmail – just Centurion and his friends having fun and being themselves.

We open up on the balcony of Centurion’s suite. It is nighttime in Monte Carlo, and Centurion is overlooking the cityscape. He is smoking a clove cigarette as he leans against the railing of the balcony. From behind him steps Genevieve Tate, wearing a robe and holding a glass of red wine. She wraps one arm around Centurion and places her head on Centurion’s shoulder, looking in the same direction as he is.)

Genevieve: Have you heard from Ruby?

Centurion: Yeah. She got back safe. She needed to take care of some stuff involving Vita. I don’t know the full details, and quite frankly, I don’t know if I want to.

Genevieve: Do you have a thing for her?

(Centurion arches his eyebrows as he glances over his shoulder with a confused look on his face.)

Genevieve: It’s ok. She’s cute.

Centurion: Romantically? Of course not. It’s not that at all. It’s…

(Centurion takes another drag of his cigarette and turns his head back to the cityscape as he tries to find the words to describe what he’s thinking.)

Centurion: Ruby is what I wanted to be when I first joined this business. She’s pure. She fights evil and does good. I tired to follow that same path…but things changed. I fell into a dark path. Ruby reminds me of the positive still in this world. I think we all need light like that in our lives.

(Genevieve squeezes tighter around Centurion waist as she takes a sip of her wine.)

Genevieve: You’re a good man, Andy. I don’t know what you did in the past, but I know you now…and I know you’re a good person. At some point, you need to forgive yourself.

(This isn’t the first time Centurion has heard these words, and he doubts it will be the last, either. Centurion just takes a deep breath before taking another drag of his cigarette. Genevieve, sensing Centurion’s uncomfortability, changes the subject.)

Genevieve: When are you going to South Africa?

Centurion: Saturday night. I have no reason to spend too much time there. I don’t have any connections in the city, and I don’t need to get myself ready for any reason. It’s just “The Hammer”. This should be a cakewalk.

Genevieve: Isn’t that what you said at the poker tables tonight?

Centurion: Pfft. I held my own. I didn’t lose that much.

(Without hesitation, Genevieve lets go of Centurion and reaches down the front of her dress and pulls out a small notebook. She flips to a page and reads it.)

Genevieve: You’ve lost €3,647.

(Centurion’s eyes grow wide. He stops for a few seconds before turning around to face Genevieve, his back against the balcony railing.)

Centurion: You’ve been keeping track of my losings?

Genevieve: Ruby gave this to me. Said it would help you “keep things in perspective.”

(Centurion simultaneously smiles and shakes his head. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray next to the door.)

Centurion: This is way different. Poker is mostly luck. You have the play the cards that are dealt to you. You can manipulate things with the way you play and the way you bet, but in the end, if you don’t have the cards, you’re probably not going to win. In the wrestling ring, the person with the most skills is 90% likely to win.

Genevieve: 90%?

Centurion: Shit can always happen, but the underdog at least needs to be able to hold their own in the ring in order to pull off an upset. This asshole I’m facing, he’s completely devoid of talent. This is the biggest mismatch of talent on the entire card.

Genevieve: Will this be more difficult than your match against Mastermind?

(Ah, now there is a good question. Centurion ponders for a second as Genevieve takes a sip of her wine, smiling in the meantime. Centurion thinks back to his match against Mastermind – the weird and wacky graveyard match. He said it would be easy, and it was. But was it harder than what he’s to expect from Kris The Hammer?)

Centurion: Honestly…it will probably be easier than Mastermind. Mastermind is a waste of a roster space, no doubt, but he’s at least been around long enough to put on a decent match. He knows some stuff, even if it doesn’t work. The Hammer…there’s nothing there. He’s like a “create a wrestler” in a video game that you forget to input moves into.

(Genevieve finishes her glass of wine and sets it down on the balcony table. She turns and opens the glass sliding door to the bedroom, and turns her head back to Centurion.)

Genevieve: Don’t be out too late.

(Genevieve steps into the suite, and as she does, she drops her robe onto the floor, exposing her bare back to Centurion.)

-------Can’t Stop Thinking Of Your Diamond Mind------

Ladies and gentlemen…I have a confession to make. I’ve been exposed. It’s true…

I am in love with Antony.

I can’t help it. The way he stands confidently even thought he doesn’t do anything. His sunglasses that he wears to make himself look mysterious. His overall cockiness and demeanor.

He’s right. He’s all I can think about. I lay awake at night, with my thoughts haunting me. I know we can never be together, and my heart breaks so. Oh, how I wish for a different life! Maybe then we could be together…

…ARE YOU THE DUMBEST MOTHER FUCKER ALIVE?!

Antony shows up to the XWF, talks a bunch of shit, I respond, and his conclusion is that I’m helplessly in love with the bastard? This is why nobody takes you seriously! You act like this cool manager with a team of badasses behind you, but you say such INCREDIBLY STUPID SHIT on a daily basis. You constantly prove that you have no knowledge of the XWF or it’s history, but lately, with all the dumbassery that falls out of your mouth, I question whether you have any knowledge of professional wrestling at all.

Antony, even if I were into dudes, I wouldn’t have a thing for you. Your manipulation wouldn’t sit well in my house, and your constant gaslighting makes you look like a psychopath…or a Men’s Rights Activist. Though, to be fair, those are the same thing.

You don’t want me to talk about you anymore, Antony? Fine. I won’t. I’ll completely ignore you from this point on. I’ll give you exactly what you want, and frankly, what you deserve…irrelevancy.

Instead, I’ll focus on Kris, who “proved me wrong” this week. See, I have always accused Kris of having someone write his promos for him, or at the very least, give him notecards. On more than one occasion, it was clear that it was his manager who did that, but this week, in his “closing argument”, if you will, he wanted to do it all by himself. He stood in front of the camera on his own, and spoke. And yet, his promo was already written for him. How do I know that?

BECAUSE I WROTE THE FUCKING PROMO! In order to prove to me and the world at large that Kris is an “original thinker” capable of coming up with his own ideas, he decided to run a tape of almost everything I said about him, then replied with one or two word quips about how great he is and how wrong I am. I’m sure he and his buddies are in their hotel room, having a huge party, thinking they got one over on me.

Let me let you in on something, Kris – replaying someone’s words and directly responding to them isn’t even the “oldest trick in the book”. Even back in the old days, professional wrestlers had to come up with something interesting and witty on the fly to say. The only people who would replay a person’s interview or promo is someone who had literally nothing to say. Even back in the days where everyone would do their talking in the ring and not on camera, we would never think about doing that shit.

I do thank you, though. I thank you for the free publicity. I thank you for keeping my words relevant to everyone. I’m sure the five people who plan on watching your shit on the X-Channel will get a kick out of my takedowns. Maybe they’ll go back and watch footage of someone with some actual personality.

Kris, you’re a stereotype, but not in the way you’re thinking. You’re not the stereotype of a German. You don’t seem like the sauerkraut kind of guy. Maybe a stereotype of a German circa 1940, but not modern day.

No, you’re what everyone rails against when they talk about “toxic masculinity”. You puff your chest out, looking all cocky. You pick fights with people, thinking you’re this massive badass who can take down the world. You even walk around with a tool – in your case, a hammer – to let people know that you not only want to break skulls, but you also want to build something with your bare hands. But the moment you run up against someone like me? When you get called out on your bullshit and exposed as the loser you are, what do you do?

“Whaa! Centurion’s bullying me! He’s being so mean!”

You’re every schoolyard bully who gets pushed into the sand and immediately tells their parents. You’re every Karen or Becky who goes on a racist tirade and calls the cops after being slapped. You’re every drunk douchebag in a bar who drinks one too many Jagerbombs and grabs the waitresses ass, and the moment you get shoved, you need to grab your boys to fight for you.

I called out Melanie Childs in order to make a statement, but come to find out, I’ve actually been more impressed with her than I have been with you. Not just with her in ring skills, but with her ability to speak. She’s fucked in the head, but at least she knows it, and she uses that to her advantage.

You? You pretend to be the cool and calm one, but you manage to say a lot of words without saying anything at all. When you do talk, and when you do attempt to say something of value, you completely stumble all over yourself, getting your facts wrong and making you look like a complete idiot.

For instance, you claim you “studied me” and you know “everything about me.” You said you know “where I have gone over the years.” Your words. And yet, just prior to that, you say I shouldn’t act superior over people because I don’t currently have the Universal Title, but that I feel that way because I’m a “former Universal Champion.” Again, your words.

If you’ve studied anything over the course of the last…ever, you’ll know that the most commonly used insult against me is the fact that, in my 18 years in the XWF, I’ve never held the Universal Title. It’s my one blemish. Hell, Fuzz dedicated an entire promo to it once. There’s a Facebook group called “We’re former Universal Champions and Centurion is not.” It’s run by Aidan Collins. Moderated by James Raven. Steve Jason sends me screenshots. Moving on. ‘’

If you can’t even get that one basic fact about me correct, then it’s clear you know absolutely nothing about me. You just have a few random, generic insults you use for every wrestler, probably on note cards, and you fill in the blanks whenever your next opponent is announced.

I don’t feel like I am above “everyone”, Kris, though I do acknowledge that I am one of the best wrestlers in the business today, and even you have to agree with that statement. There are plenty of wrestlers out there that I don’t feel any sense of superiority over. Hell, even people I don’t LIKE – Vita Valenteen, Noah Jackson, Fuzz – I can admit are skilled in the ring and could potentially beat me if I don’t come with my A game. I do know, however, that when I’m at my best, I can beat anyone, and that includes Unknown Soldier and Lux. I will not apologize for having confidence in my abilities, but I also accept that on a random Wednesday Night, Ruby could beat me fair and square in the ring. Or Sarah Lacklan. Or any number of folks who have yet to get their opportunity to shine.

No, Kris, I don’t feel like I’m above everyone…I know I’m above YOU. Because all those names I rattled off, even those with whom I have deep resentment for, have skills in the ring. You don’t, and the fact that you had to make it a point to correct me and tell me you were professionally trained is, quite frankly, sad. Your trainer shouldn’t work in this industry.

I began this journey giving you some friendly advice for your career, and I’ll end it doing the same – leave. Quit the wrestling business. There is absolutely no hope for you. I used to think it was your manager holding you down, but seeing you on your own, it’s clear to me that the problem is you. You’re a talentless hack. You think you’re great because you signed a contract and daddy says your special, but you’re completely delusional. You’re not my peer. Not even close. In fact, you not only disrespect me, but you disrespect a whole generation of wrestlers by making that claim. You don’t get respect just because you demand it. You earn it, and so far, you haven’t earned shit.

If this is personal for you, Kris, then fine. Make it personal. I hope it is, honestly. I hope you’re boiling with rage, thinking about me and this match. I hope you have my picture on a dart board somewhere to help release your anger. I hope you storm down that ring, thinking I’m the worst human being alive, and every single decision you’ve made in your life has lead you to this moment.

Me? I couldn’t be bothered. You’re just another hot shot rookie looking at jumping to the front of the line and get what you don’t deserve. Your run in this company will be completely unmemorable, M. Night Shammalamma Von Bonn (cheers, Ned). You will fade away as quickly as you got here, and all you’ll become is a trivia question. I’m going to beat you so bad, you’ll be looking for a place to hide in Argentina. Say “hi” to your great granpapa for me. Let him know we’re still looking for him for what he did in Dachau. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up after you meet your…

FINAL FANTASY!!!]]>

(He wasn’t going to admit it…but Centurion missed being a high roller.

He doesn’t miss the days of fake people fawning over him, and he doesn’t miss the binge drinking and waking up in hotel rooms that weren’t his own, but he did miss the fun and the comradery. More importantly, he missed being carefree. He missed the ability to just relax and have fun without worrying about the stressors of life killing him.

That’s why this Monte Carlo trip was so important. No wrestling, no business, no blackmail – just Centurion and his friends having fun and being themselves.

We open up on the balcony of Centurion’s suite. It is nighttime in Monte Carlo, and Centurion is overlooking the cityscape. He is smoking a clove cigarette as he leans against the railing of the balcony. From behind him steps Genevieve Tate, wearing a robe and holding a glass of red wine. She wraps one arm around Centurion and places her head on Centurion’s shoulder, looking in the same direction as he is.)

Genevieve: Have you heard from Ruby?

Centurion: Yeah. She got back safe. She needed to take care of some stuff involving Vita. I don’t know the full details, and quite frankly, I don’t know if I want to.

Genevieve: Do you have a thing for her?

(Centurion arches his eyebrows as he glances over his shoulder with a confused look on his face.)

Genevieve: It’s ok. She’s cute.

Centurion: Romantically? Of course not. It’s not that at all. It’s…

(Centurion takes another drag of his cigarette and turns his head back to the cityscape as he tries to find the words to describe what he’s thinking.)

Centurion: Ruby is what I wanted to be when I first joined this business. She’s pure. She fights evil and does good. I tired to follow that same path…but things changed. I fell into a dark path. Ruby reminds me of the positive still in this world. I think we all need light like that in our lives.

(Genevieve squeezes tighter around Centurion waist as she takes a sip of her wine.)

Genevieve: You’re a good man, Andy. I don’t know what you did in the past, but I know you now…and I know you’re a good person. At some point, you need to forgive yourself.

(This isn’t the first time Centurion has heard these words, and he doubts it will be the last, either. Centurion just takes a deep breath before taking another drag of his cigarette. Genevieve, sensing Centurion’s uncomfortability, changes the subject.)

Genevieve: When are you going to South Africa?

Centurion: Saturday night. I have no reason to spend too much time there. I don’t have any connections in the city, and I don’t need to get myself ready for any reason. It’s just “The Hammer”. This should be a cakewalk.

Genevieve: Isn’t that what you said at the poker tables tonight?

Centurion: Pfft. I held my own. I didn’t lose that much.

(Without hesitation, Genevieve lets go of Centurion and reaches down the front of her dress and pulls out a small notebook. She flips to a page and reads it.)

Genevieve: You’ve lost €3,647.

(Centurion’s eyes grow wide. He stops for a few seconds before turning around to face Genevieve, his back against the balcony railing.)

Centurion: You’ve been keeping track of my losings?

Genevieve: Ruby gave this to me. Said it would help you “keep things in perspective.”

(Centurion simultaneously smiles and shakes his head. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray next to the door.)

Centurion: This is way different. Poker is mostly luck. You have the play the cards that are dealt to you. You can manipulate things with the way you play and the way you bet, but in the end, if you don’t have the cards, you’re probably not going to win. In the wrestling ring, the person with the most skills is 90% likely to win.

Genevieve: 90%?

Centurion: Shit can always happen, but the underdog at least needs to be able to hold their own in the ring in order to pull off an upset. This asshole I’m facing, he’s completely devoid of talent. This is the biggest mismatch of talent on the entire card.

Genevieve: Will this be more difficult than your match against Mastermind?

(Ah, now there is a good question. Centurion ponders for a second as Genevieve takes a sip of her wine, smiling in the meantime. Centurion thinks back to his match against Mastermind – the weird and wacky graveyard match. He said it would be easy, and it was. But was it harder than what he’s to expect from Kris The Hammer?)

Centurion: Honestly…it will probably be easier than Mastermind. Mastermind is a waste of a roster space, no doubt, but he’s at least been around long enough to put on a decent match. He knows some stuff, even if it doesn’t work. The Hammer…there’s nothing there. He’s like a “create a wrestler” in a video game that you forget to input moves into.

(Genevieve finishes her glass of wine and sets it down on the balcony table. She turns and opens the glass sliding door to the bedroom, and turns her head back to Centurion.)

Genevieve: Don’t be out too late.

(Genevieve steps into the suite, and as she does, she drops her robe onto the floor, exposing her bare back to Centurion.)

-------Can’t Stop Thinking Of Your Diamond Mind------

Ladies and gentlemen…I have a confession to make. I’ve been exposed. It’s true…

I am in love with Antony.

I can’t help it. The way he stands confidently even thought he doesn’t do anything. His sunglasses that he wears to make himself look mysterious. His overall cockiness and demeanor.

He’s right. He’s all I can think about. I lay awake at night, with my thoughts haunting me. I know we can never be together, and my heart breaks so. Oh, how I wish for a different life! Maybe then we could be together…

…ARE YOU THE DUMBEST MOTHER FUCKER ALIVE?!

Antony shows up to the XWF, talks a bunch of shit, I respond, and his conclusion is that I’m helplessly in love with the bastard? This is why nobody takes you seriously! You act like this cool manager with a team of badasses behind you, but you say such INCREDIBLY STUPID SHIT on a daily basis. You constantly prove that you have no knowledge of the XWF or it’s history, but lately, with all the dumbassery that falls out of your mouth, I question whether you have any knowledge of professional wrestling at all.

Antony, even if I were into dudes, I wouldn’t have a thing for you. Your manipulation wouldn’t sit well in my house, and your constant gaslighting makes you look like a psychopath…or a Men’s Rights Activist. Though, to be fair, those are the same thing.

You don’t want me to talk about you anymore, Antony? Fine. I won’t. I’ll completely ignore you from this point on. I’ll give you exactly what you want, and frankly, what you deserve…irrelevancy.

Instead, I’ll focus on Kris, who “proved me wrong” this week. See, I have always accused Kris of having someone write his promos for him, or at the very least, give him notecards. On more than one occasion, it was clear that it was his manager who did that, but this week, in his “closing argument”, if you will, he wanted to do it all by himself. He stood in front of the camera on his own, and spoke. And yet, his promo was already written for him. How do I know that?

BECAUSE I WROTE THE FUCKING PROMO! In order to prove to me and the world at large that Kris is an “original thinker” capable of coming up with his own ideas, he decided to run a tape of almost everything I said about him, then replied with one or two word quips about how great he is and how wrong I am. I’m sure he and his buddies are in their hotel room, having a huge party, thinking they got one over on me.

Let me let you in on something, Kris – replaying someone’s words and directly responding to them isn’t even the “oldest trick in the book”. Even back in the old days, professional wrestlers had to come up with something interesting and witty on the fly to say. The only people who would replay a person’s interview or promo is someone who had literally nothing to say. Even back in the days where everyone would do their talking in the ring and not on camera, we would never think about doing that shit.

I do thank you, though. I thank you for the free publicity. I thank you for keeping my words relevant to everyone. I’m sure the five people who plan on watching your shit on the X-Channel will get a kick out of my takedowns. Maybe they’ll go back and watch footage of someone with some actual personality.

Kris, you’re a stereotype, but not in the way you’re thinking. You’re not the stereotype of a German. You don’t seem like the sauerkraut kind of guy. Maybe a stereotype of a German circa 1940, but not modern day.

No, you’re what everyone rails against when they talk about “toxic masculinity”. You puff your chest out, looking all cocky. You pick fights with people, thinking you’re this massive badass who can take down the world. You even walk around with a tool – in your case, a hammer – to let people know that you not only want to break skulls, but you also want to build something with your bare hands. But the moment you run up against someone like me? When you get called out on your bullshit and exposed as the loser you are, what do you do?

“Whaa! Centurion’s bullying me! He’s being so mean!”

You’re every schoolyard bully who gets pushed into the sand and immediately tells their parents. You’re every Karen or Becky who goes on a racist tirade and calls the cops after being slapped. You’re every drunk douchebag in a bar who drinks one too many Jagerbombs and grabs the waitresses ass, and the moment you get shoved, you need to grab your boys to fight for you.

I called out Melanie Childs in order to make a statement, but come to find out, I’ve actually been more impressed with her than I have been with you. Not just with her in ring skills, but with her ability to speak. She’s fucked in the head, but at least she knows it, and she uses that to her advantage.

You? You pretend to be the cool and calm one, but you manage to say a lot of words without saying anything at all. When you do talk, and when you do attempt to say something of value, you completely stumble all over yourself, getting your facts wrong and making you look like a complete idiot.

For instance, you claim you “studied me” and you know “everything about me.” You said you know “where I have gone over the years.” Your words. And yet, just prior to that, you say I shouldn’t act superior over people because I don’t currently have the Universal Title, but that I feel that way because I’m a “former Universal Champion.” Again, your words.

If you’ve studied anything over the course of the last…ever, you’ll know that the most commonly used insult against me is the fact that, in my 18 years in the XWF, I’ve never held the Universal Title. It’s my one blemish. Hell, Fuzz dedicated an entire promo to it once. There’s a Facebook group called “We’re former Universal Champions and Centurion is not.” It’s run by Aidan Collins. Moderated by James Raven. Steve Jason sends me screenshots. Moving on. ‘’

If you can’t even get that one basic fact about me correct, then it’s clear you know absolutely nothing about me. You just have a few random, generic insults you use for every wrestler, probably on note cards, and you fill in the blanks whenever your next opponent is announced.

I don’t feel like I am above “everyone”, Kris, though I do acknowledge that I am one of the best wrestlers in the business today, and even you have to agree with that statement. There are plenty of wrestlers out there that I don’t feel any sense of superiority over. Hell, even people I don’t LIKE – Vita Valenteen, Noah Jackson, Fuzz – I can admit are skilled in the ring and could potentially beat me if I don’t come with my A game. I do know, however, that when I’m at my best, I can beat anyone, and that includes Unknown Soldier and Lux. I will not apologize for having confidence in my abilities, but I also accept that on a random Wednesday Night, Ruby could beat me fair and square in the ring. Or Sarah Lacklan. Or any number of folks who have yet to get their opportunity to shine.

No, Kris, I don’t feel like I’m above everyone…I know I’m above YOU. Because all those names I rattled off, even those with whom I have deep resentment for, have skills in the ring. You don’t, and the fact that you had to make it a point to correct me and tell me you were professionally trained is, quite frankly, sad. Your trainer shouldn’t work in this industry.

I began this journey giving you some friendly advice for your career, and I’ll end it doing the same – leave. Quit the wrestling business. There is absolutely no hope for you. I used to think it was your manager holding you down, but seeing you on your own, it’s clear to me that the problem is you. You’re a talentless hack. You think you’re great because you signed a contract and daddy says your special, but you’re completely delusional. You’re not my peer. Not even close. In fact, you not only disrespect me, but you disrespect a whole generation of wrestlers by making that claim. You don’t get respect just because you demand it. You earn it, and so far, you haven’t earned shit.

If this is personal for you, Kris, then fine. Make it personal. I hope it is, honestly. I hope you’re boiling with rage, thinking about me and this match. I hope you have my picture on a dart board somewhere to help release your anger. I hope you storm down that ring, thinking I’m the worst human being alive, and every single decision you’ve made in your life has lead you to this moment.

Me? I couldn’t be bothered. You’re just another hot shot rookie looking at jumping to the front of the line and get what you don’t deserve. Your run in this company will be completely unmemorable, M. Night Shammalamma Von Bonn (cheers, Ned). You will fade away as quickly as you got here, and all you’ll become is a trivia question. I’m going to beat you so bad, you’ll be looking for a place to hide in Argentina. Say “hi” to your great granpapa for me. Let him know we’re still looking for him for what he did in Dachau. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up after you meet your…

FINAL FANTASY!!!]]> <![CDATA[If I Had A Heart.....]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35561 Sat, 30 Nov 2019 07:25:06 -0800 Corey Smith]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35561
RECAP

The time is nigh, and tomorrow the fate of the Universal Championship will be decided. But before that, Lux has some unfinished business.

Corey Smith, Lux's co-pilot, has fallen in with a mysterious woman named Rox who is a member of the XWF ring crew. However, Rox has not been the best of influences on Corey, and her influence has caused the young reformed addict to turn back to drugs, severely jeopardizing Lux's mission and her relationship with Corey. Unbeknownst to any of them, Rox has actually been working with Madison Dyson to undermine Corey and Lux because Rox was friends with Joachim Bright (who mere weeks ago was murdered by Unknown Soldier) and his ex Trey. Rox was trying to save Joachim from the danger of being in proximity to Lux, but nobody counted on Soldier's actions rendering Rox's entire mission moot.

But now, Rox's secret may not be so secret anymore, and Lux will have to make a choice that could shatter her relationship with Corey once and for all, and potentially move her one step closer to the darkness she is trying to fight. A struggle made even harder given the presence of a sinister techno-organic virus that's been implanted in Lux and Corey's body, a monstrosity calling itself The Engineer that might just be the key to Lux's fall.....





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An expanse of tall grasses set against an evening sky unfurl before you, the splendor of untouched South African wilderness. A flight of birds alights on the water in the distance and proceed to bathing. The sun persists in it's steady descent towards the horizon. The scene remains tranquil for a moment, before a red van interrupts the solitude. The van comes to an abrupt halt, kicking up a plume of brickish sand.

The engine is silenced, and it slowly ticks down into remission. Lux throws open the driver's side door. Her expression is stolid and focused. Going to the back of the van, she opens the rear doors and reaches inside for something. A small struggle ensues before she's finally able to drag a woman out by her hair. Saying nothing, she muscles the woman away from the van and tosses her into the dust. Lux unholsters a handgun and levels it at her.

Rox looks up from her prone position. Her hairline is encrusted with dried blood, and another dry tickle remains just under her nostril. Tossing her hand up, she starts scooting back on her side. No....no.... Her voice comes out in gulps of fear.

Taking a step towards her, Lux relieves the safety on the gun. Deal still applies. If you tell me everything you told Madison, I'll put it in your head. If you don't, I leave you gutshot in the wilderness. Your call.

I already told you, I didn't tell Madison much of anything. I wasn't put in place as a spy, I was put in place to destabilize Corey and put him at odds with you. Rox shudders. But I'm done with it! All of it! I swear! Just please....

You used Corey.

Rox closes her eyes as tears push out. Yes....

Why did you do all this? What did you have to gain?

Her throat hitches with a despondent sob. What does it matter....?

I already told you why. Head or gut.

A forced sardonic laugh escapes Rox's throat. Not much of a choice.

It's all the choice in the world. I wouldn't really expect you to get it, but going out gut shot is an awful, painful way to die. Take my word for it.
A recollection of her holding Pavel while his guts streamed out between his fingers emerged unbidden in Lux's mind.

So you're torturing people before you kill them now, Lux?

Corey suddenly appears standing next to Rox's downed form. Naturally, Rox is oblivious to his presence, but she does take note that Lux seems distracted by something. Lux's gaze tics towards Corey, but she keeps the weapon trained on Rox. I'm not torturing her Corey. Lux smiles mirthlessly. Did you NOT catch what she copped to just now? She USED you to get at ME.

I know. Lux, she called me two days ago to confess.

Lux's mouth rings open in astonishment. What?!

Corey hangs his head and speaks softly. So you didn't know?

No, of course not! Corey, when I promise you your privacy I mean it. Even if you're angry with me. Which, Lux admitted inwardly, the boy had a right to be.

Then how did you find out what she was doing?

I've suspected her for a long time. I swiped her phone and had Wylie Sinclair help me hack into it. She's been in communication with Madison for months.

But do you know why? Corey looks up at her.

Rox interjects timidly. You're talking to Corey, right? Ask him about my call.

Shut up! Lux barks as an aside to Rox before retraining her gaze on Corey. No, I don't know why Rox betrayed me and someone I care about very much. And I can't imagine why aforementioned “person I care about very much” is sticking up for her now.

I'm done with Rox, Lux.

Well, that's good to hear.

But she was doing it for Joachim.

Lux stops short, jerking back almost imperceptibly at the revelation. ...why?

Corey looks down at Rox and then back at Lux. She knew Joachim and his ex-boyfriend Trey. Trey came to Madison with a plan to get at you through me. Rox did the dirty work of playing me, but Trey came up with the idea.

It doesn't absolve her, and it doesn't answer my question.

Corey shakes his head and clutches his fists at his sides. Because our life is INSANE! And she and Trey wanted a normal, non-insane, life for Joachim. They wanted to get him away from us.

And you agree with that?! Lux snorts derisively.

The boy shakes his head. What?! No! I mean....no. He sputters before steeling himself. It wasn't right that she betrayed me. And I was pissed off when she told me. I still am. But when I thought about it...I got it. I realized they were right in a way too. Lux...Joachim is dead because of US. Corey's eyes shine with tears. We destroy everything we touch.

The words hang heavy in the air, an invisible albatross of awful, bitter truth to them that sunders Lux and causes her aim on Rox to falter. Rox sees this and bolts to her feet, breaking into a run. Lux reacts, firing into the ground at Rox's feet. Rox keeps running and Lux fires again closer this time. Rox panics and misses a giant tree root jutting from the ground. She trips and falls and Lux is on her in an instant, running up to her and tamping a foot down on the small of her back before she can get up. Corey appears behind Lux. Wait....wait!

Do it again, bitch! Lux challenges, bringing the muzzle of the gun mere inches from the back of her head.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Rox spits out sand and bits of grass as she pleads.

Don't shoot her!

Look, Lux I know.... Rox pants. I know you have no reason to trust me. But Corey...Corey forgave me, Lux. On the phone. Two days ago. I told him everything. He was pissed but he forgave me.

Corey is very young and very naïve. Lux regrets the words even before they've finished spilling. The boy appears in front of her now.

“Young and naïve”?!

I'm sor-

No, just shut up and listen to me! Okay?! Corey takes a few seconds to restrain his anger. We got Joachim killed. US! Trey and Rox were trying to get Joachim away from us and all the insane bullshit we're caught up in. Their instincts were right but the methods were wrong.

They sold us out to human scum, Corey. Lux stops again, her features flash as a realization clubs her about the skull. Wait...Corey, we never did figure out just how Shane's DRW virus got inside us. Corey. Lux speaks his name like an implication, leaving the accusation itself unstated.

Corey's expression suddenly goes solemn. He doesn't speak.

Corey! Lux nods down at Rox. Did she do it?

I did it. His voice is so silent Lux can scarcely hear it.

I'm sorry...did you say....?

It was me. Corey can't meet Lux's eye. The virus was in one of the needles I used to shoot up. I injected it right into our blood stream.

Corey...that wasn't your fault. Rox gave it to you. She tricked you.

Corey abruptly roars back to life. BUT I PUT IT IN ME! He pounds his chest. I made that choice! I fucked up again! It's on ME, Lux! I'm the one who fucked us! I... he descends into a choked sob. His chest bucks and he turns away from Lux and towards the water in the distance. I fucked us....

She looks down at Rox and sees the reflection of the muzzle in the woman's fearful eyes. Did he tell you?

Rage surges anew in Lux, and her finger dips past the trigger guard and onto the trigger itself. Rox pinches her eyes shut and utters a gasp of terror. But, at the last moment, Lux jerks the gun up and towards the sky, finger hesitating on the trigger. Uttering an oath, she turns away from Rox and then back around towards her, leveling the gun at her once more. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Another male voice intones, singing the profanities in a mocking, sing songy fashion as he appears in between Lux and Corey. The Engineer points at Rox. Not looking good for her, is it?

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Corey wheels about to face him.

Looks like all the players are here, hmmmm? I do love a bit of classical theater.

No! Corey growls, walking around the Engineer to get face to face with him. You're the real villain here! Lux! He spares a look back at his counterpart, but The Engineer cuts back in before she can reply.

Corey, did you follow up with Lux about her little plan with Wylie? He chuckles. Don't bother answering, I know you did. She's cheating you out of your freedom.

FUCK YOU!

Corey punches The Engineer right in the face. The Engineer reels, surprise registering on his typically placid features as his hand instinctively goes to his nose. Corey pushes past him and goes right to Lux.

Don't you see, Lux?! THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENS! He divides us and runs you to the brink until you become a monster! You said you saw a vision of the future of us serving Aiwass, right? Corey takes hold of Lux's shoulders. It happens right here...right now!

What does?

He breaks us! He turns us against each other and turns you into a monster! But you're not a monster, Lux! You're....

Yes, she is. The Engineer responds calmly, despite the punch. He withdraws his hand from his face, which is unmarred. Lux talks a good game, Corey. Truly. And in comparison to some of the more overt monsters running the halls of the XWF, yes, I imagine Lux seems pretty tame in comparison. He casts a derisive glance back at Lux. But we know the truth, don't we?

I don't think we do. Lux's eyes narrow, her words acidic.

Why don't you explain? Corey sneers.

The Engineer smirks and takes a small steps towards them, which puts him just in front of a very confused looking Rox, who is still laying stock still on the ground. Corey, it's never occurred to you how perverse Lux's feelings are for you? Think about it. She's a grown woman inhabiting your body against your will. You are a young boy, caught up in the maelstrom that is her everyday existence...

Would you tell me what is going on? Rox cuts in, oblivious to what's going on. She is roundly ignored.

Corey's expression flickers with something ambiguous, lip twitching like he's about to speak, but he doesn't.

She inflicts her love on you Corey. Like a form of violence.

Oh fuck off!

The Engineer persists, undeterred. You are a CHILD, Corey. A confused, broken little doll that she has tried to take advantage of. And do you know why? His smile grows wider. Because Lux is twice the broken little doll that you are! She's arrested development in its purest form. She never got to have a true childhood, never got to be that carefree teenager. She was trained to kill from the time she was 14. No wonder she fell in love with a boy. She's still a child too....

Lux, I don't know what's going on....but could you please....

SHUT UP! Lux barks at Rox again before retraining her sights on The Engineer. How would a parasite like you presume to understand anything about love?!

Speaking of children, Corey, do you remember the time Lux was going to kill a child in front of you?

Corey's head cants towards the ground, he does not speak.

Corey, you're right. You're 100% right, he's trying to drive a wedge between us.

Am I wrong? Am I wrong about what you did? The virus persists, like a dog worrying a bone.

Lux's mouth opens to respond, but the words stick in her throat. Finally, with a croak, she replies. No....but you know damn well why I was going to do that. Somehow though, the words seem to fall far short of being an acquittal. Now, both Lux and Corey fall into silence.

The Engineer gestures down at Rox. She's waiting for her judgment. He crouches low just behind her, running an unseen hand through her hair, his insubstantial fingers passing through the locks without resistance, gliding right through. Will you even let her plead her case?

Lux swallows deep. She realizes that she's been holding the gun aloft the whole time, and a dull ache is starting to race up her arm. Speak your peace, Rox.

Are you going to let me live?

Speak. The word uttered with an air of finality.

Rox glances about, shutting her eyes to try and clear the terrified stew of her thoughts. I admit it. I admit everything. She draws a shuddering breath. Madison Dyson gave me the drugs to give to Corey. This....DRW virus thing was in one of the needles I gave Corey. I let him inject it into his bloodstream. But now, Trey and Joachim are both dead. I have no reason to work for Madison anymore aside from the fact that she was threatening my life and the lives of everyone I cared about. But even then.... Rox shakes her head, and her eyes are distant and glassy looking. ….I felt bad for what I was doing to Corey. I always did. But I also felt that you and Corey were bad for Joachim and that he would have been better off with Trey.

You were right. Lux admits, her tone barely above a whisper.

But a couple days ago....I just....I just realized how useless all this was. Trey and Joachim died because of Madison and the people she works with anyway. I couldn't justify continuing to hurt Corey. So I called him two days ago and told him what I had done. Lux.... Rox finally meets Lux's gaze. I'm sorry. I can never undo what I did. But I swear to God, I am not a threat to you anymore. I'm going to resign my position with the XWF after Lethal Lottery, fly home and warn my family and....I don't know.... She trails off. I haven't thought that far ahead yet. I don't know what to do. But that's my problem. You'll never see me again.

Corey and The Engineer both consider Lux expectantly.

Lux, if I can forgive her you can too. We're better than this.

Are you better than this, Lux? The virus goads, standing up. Are you....?

24 hours earlier....


We see Lux sitting in the back of the truck from earlier. The two rear doors yawn open and she's sitting letting her feet dangle over the back bumper. She spins a phone around in her hands. It's not hers. She considers the phone as she speaks aloud.

A lot of what I've had to say in the run up to this match has centered on the vast differences between Unknown Soldier and I. The duality we represent. Light and dark. Good and evil. And by necessity, I've been stolid in what I represent. But the truth is, that I do sometimes question where I stand. What my true motivations are.

She smirks, still looking at the phone. It must be nice to be Unknown Soldier. I bet he never questions much of anything. Like I said before, evil's easy like that. No consideration required. But decent? That's tough. Because sometimes even decent needs to make like bad. Sometimes decent needs to make those tough choices too.

She shakes her head and grimaces a bit, finally looking forward. She places the phone down at her side.

I'm gonna break Corey's heart tomorrow. And that kills me! It tears me up inside! She pats her chest. The Unknown Soldier's of the world don't need to worry about that. Such bliss. Such ignorance. Not needing to FEEL. Not needing to have heart and soul! And you know what? I think that just might be why he threw his hands up in the air and stopped giving a shit about this match. Because for all my foibles I have heart and soul to spare. I'm not some egomaniac uncanny valley FACSIMILE of a person like Chris Page. I'm not some part time hero who drops off the face of the Earth when the going gets rough like Robert Main. I'm not Scully or Drezdin, bit players in the game of life wandering in a persistent fog. I'm something Unknown Soldier doesn't know what to do with. I'm LUX! And I'm here to break the bastards who want to plunge all this into hell!

But questions, man....questions....

She pauses, running a hand through Corey's curls. Letting out a blast of breath, she shoots a glance back down at the phone.

I've got heart. I've got A heart. But sometimes it hits me like a tidal wave, remembering that it's not MY heart. It's Corey's. Corey's life blood pumps through these veins. And sometimes I can't help but think about how much of what I think is human about me is really him. Because the fact is, I'm just a machine in here. A rider, a tag along. A techno organic repository of a dead woman's consciousness. Everything TRUE about us is Corey. She nods wistfully. Corey is the human being. I'm just something....else. Her voice trails off.

And you know what else? Out of the two of us, Corey was always the one that was the better one. A bit naïve maybe. A bit young in every sense of the word. And I think maybe that's why I fell in love with him. Because he was a swift wind of purity and idealism. Anyone lesser would have broke under the strain I put them under. But, in time, that boy believed in me. We didn't always agree. But he understood. And he wanted to help. He wanted to help me fight the bad guys and engage in all that daring do. He believed in hope. He believed we could change the world. Yeah....

I love Corey Smith.

Her eyes meet the camera again.

And I'm gonna break his heart again tomorrow. I'm gonna be the machine. That approximation of monsterdom that I've accused Soldier of being. And I pray....I PRAY....he can forgive me again. But I know I can only push so far, and every time I have to make those tough choices it scares the hell out of me that maybe this is the one that pushes Corey away from me for good. Of course, we can't be completely free of each other, but.....can you imagine somebody being with you all the time and FEELING miles away? That sounds like hell. Pure hell.

I know, deep down inside, the fact that I even ASK myself these questions means I'm not like Unknown Soldier. But just the asking still doesn't make it feel good.

With a renewed look of determination she points up, as though a sudden burst of inspiration has taken hold. There is one thing I can do though that's unquestionably good. But it's also the choice that frightens me the most. I can give Corey his life back. I can work with Wylie Sinclair to grow my own body and separate from Corey. Let him be free of me. But that monster part, that part of me that's a little TOO selfish and stupid, itches at the back of my mind. “What if Corey wants nothing to do with you once he's no longer a captive audience?” Lux shrugs, but the pained look on her face is a counterpoint to the blasé gesture. That's a chance I have to take. Because quite frankly I love Corey enough to let him be free.

I'm going to tell Corey this. I'm going to let him know he will soon be free, no matter what. We'll spend our last few months together as Universal Champion. Fighting together. And then.... She squints back some tears. …..it'll be over.

Yeah.....

So! On top of everything else, I want this championship for Corey. He's earned it. Hell, he's earned it more than me.

Her eyes lilt towards the ground, unfocusing and going distant, as though she's trying to process the enormity of her choice.

This is for you Corey. I dedicate this match to you. Whether you forgive me or not tomorrow. Whether you one day decide to walk away from me forever or not.

I love you Corey Smith. I always will.

Now


Lux.... Corey prods her again.

She looks up. The Engineer and Corey both giving her their full attention. She notes, ironically, how standing there they look like cartoon versions of an angel and a devil on her shoulder, vying for her soul. And then she realized that wasn't far off.

Rox was staring up at her too, trembling and spent.

Corey, I'm going to let you go.

Corey screws his face up in confusion. What?

Wylie's plan. I'm going to tell him to grow me my own body and I'm going to let you live your life.

The boy looked stunned.

It's not my place to stop you from doing that. Corey, I love you with every fiber of me being. I NEED you to know that. I LOVE you.

Okay, Lux....okay.....I know.... he whispers it solemnly like a prayer in Church. Thank you. That means a lot to me. But... he gestures to Rox.

Way to cushion the blow Lux.

Corey and Lux both look at The Engineer.

Her mind was made up last night.

Turning to Lux, Corey goes plaintive. Lux....LUX! You don't have to....

I'm sorry Corey, she's too dangerous. She knows too much. I love you. I'm sorry.

Rox goes rigid with fear at the words before she starts to scuttle backwards, throwing her hand up in front of the gun. No, no, no! LUX.....!

Lux fires.

Corey screams.

The Engineer smiles.

The birds bathing in the distance take flight, frightened by the clap of gunfire. The camera hones in on them as they meet the sky, kissing the evening redness in the west.]]>
RECAP

The time is nigh, and tomorrow the fate of the Universal Championship will be decided. But before that, Lux has some unfinished business.

Corey Smith, Lux's co-pilot, has fallen in with a mysterious woman named Rox who is a member of the XWF ring crew. However, Rox has not been the best of influences on Corey, and her influence has caused the young reformed addict to turn back to drugs, severely jeopardizing Lux's mission and her relationship with Corey. Unbeknownst to any of them, Rox has actually been working with Madison Dyson to undermine Corey and Lux because Rox was friends with Joachim Bright (who mere weeks ago was murdered by Unknown Soldier) and his ex Trey. Rox was trying to save Joachim from the danger of being in proximity to Lux, but nobody counted on Soldier's actions rendering Rox's entire mission moot.

But now, Rox's secret may not be so secret anymore, and Lux will have to make a choice that could shatter her relationship with Corey once and for all, and potentially move her one step closer to the darkness she is trying to fight. A struggle made even harder given the presence of a sinister techno-organic virus that's been implanted in Lux and Corey's body, a monstrosity calling itself The Engineer that might just be the key to Lux's fall.....





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An expanse of tall grasses set against an evening sky unfurl before you, the splendor of untouched South African wilderness. A flight of birds alights on the water in the distance and proceed to bathing. The sun persists in it's steady descent towards the horizon. The scene remains tranquil for a moment, before a red van interrupts the solitude. The van comes to an abrupt halt, kicking up a plume of brickish sand.

The engine is silenced, and it slowly ticks down into remission. Lux throws open the driver's side door. Her expression is stolid and focused. Going to the back of the van, she opens the rear doors and reaches inside for something. A small struggle ensues before she's finally able to drag a woman out by her hair. Saying nothing, she muscles the woman away from the van and tosses her into the dust. Lux unholsters a handgun and levels it at her.

Rox looks up from her prone position. Her hairline is encrusted with dried blood, and another dry tickle remains just under her nostril. Tossing her hand up, she starts scooting back on her side. No....no.... Her voice comes out in gulps of fear.

Taking a step towards her, Lux relieves the safety on the gun. Deal still applies. If you tell me everything you told Madison, I'll put it in your head. If you don't, I leave you gutshot in the wilderness. Your call.

I already told you, I didn't tell Madison much of anything. I wasn't put in place as a spy, I was put in place to destabilize Corey and put him at odds with you. Rox shudders. But I'm done with it! All of it! I swear! Just please....

You used Corey.

Rox closes her eyes as tears push out. Yes....

Why did you do all this? What did you have to gain?

Her throat hitches with a despondent sob. What does it matter....?

I already told you why. Head or gut.

A forced sardonic laugh escapes Rox's throat. Not much of a choice.

It's all the choice in the world. I wouldn't really expect you to get it, but going out gut shot is an awful, painful way to die. Take my word for it.
A recollection of her holding Pavel while his guts streamed out between his fingers emerged unbidden in Lux's mind.

So you're torturing people before you kill them now, Lux?

Corey suddenly appears standing next to Rox's downed form. Naturally, Rox is oblivious to his presence, but she does take note that Lux seems distracted by something. Lux's gaze tics towards Corey, but she keeps the weapon trained on Rox. I'm not torturing her Corey. Lux smiles mirthlessly. Did you NOT catch what she copped to just now? She USED you to get at ME.

I know. Lux, she called me two days ago to confess.

Lux's mouth rings open in astonishment. What?!

Corey hangs his head and speaks softly. So you didn't know?

No, of course not! Corey, when I promise you your privacy I mean it. Even if you're angry with me. Which, Lux admitted inwardly, the boy had a right to be.

Then how did you find out what she was doing?

I've suspected her for a long time. I swiped her phone and had Wylie Sinclair help me hack into it. She's been in communication with Madison for months.

But do you know why? Corey looks up at her.

Rox interjects timidly. You're talking to Corey, right? Ask him about my call.

Shut up! Lux barks as an aside to Rox before retraining her gaze on Corey. No, I don't know why Rox betrayed me and someone I care about very much. And I can't imagine why aforementioned “person I care about very much” is sticking up for her now.

I'm done with Rox, Lux.

Well, that's good to hear.

But she was doing it for Joachim.

Lux stops short, jerking back almost imperceptibly at the revelation. ...why?

Corey looks down at Rox and then back at Lux. She knew Joachim and his ex-boyfriend Trey. Trey came to Madison with a plan to get at you through me. Rox did the dirty work of playing me, but Trey came up with the idea.

It doesn't absolve her, and it doesn't answer my question.

Corey shakes his head and clutches his fists at his sides. Because our life is INSANE! And she and Trey wanted a normal, non-insane, life for Joachim. They wanted to get him away from us.

And you agree with that?! Lux snorts derisively.

The boy shakes his head. What?! No! I mean....no. He sputters before steeling himself. It wasn't right that she betrayed me. And I was pissed off when she told me. I still am. But when I thought about it...I got it. I realized they were right in a way too. Lux...Joachim is dead because of US. Corey's eyes shine with tears. We destroy everything we touch.

The words hang heavy in the air, an invisible albatross of awful, bitter truth to them that sunders Lux and causes her aim on Rox to falter. Rox sees this and bolts to her feet, breaking into a run. Lux reacts, firing into the ground at Rox's feet. Rox keeps running and Lux fires again closer this time. Rox panics and misses a giant tree root jutting from the ground. She trips and falls and Lux is on her in an instant, running up to her and tamping a foot down on the small of her back before she can get up. Corey appears behind Lux. Wait....wait!

Do it again, bitch! Lux challenges, bringing the muzzle of the gun mere inches from the back of her head.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Rox spits out sand and bits of grass as she pleads.

Don't shoot her!

Look, Lux I know.... Rox pants. I know you have no reason to trust me. But Corey...Corey forgave me, Lux. On the phone. Two days ago. I told him everything. He was pissed but he forgave me.

Corey is very young and very naïve. Lux regrets the words even before they've finished spilling. The boy appears in front of her now.

“Young and naïve”?!

I'm sor-

No, just shut up and listen to me! Okay?! Corey takes a few seconds to restrain his anger. We got Joachim killed. US! Trey and Rox were trying to get Joachim away from us and all the insane bullshit we're caught up in. Their instincts were right but the methods were wrong.

They sold us out to human scum, Corey. Lux stops again, her features flash as a realization clubs her about the skull. Wait...Corey, we never did figure out just how Shane's DRW virus got inside us. Corey. Lux speaks his name like an implication, leaving the accusation itself unstated.

Corey's expression suddenly goes solemn. He doesn't speak.

Corey! Lux nods down at Rox. Did she do it?

I did it. His voice is so silent Lux can scarcely hear it.

I'm sorry...did you say....?

It was me. Corey can't meet Lux's eye. The virus was in one of the needles I used to shoot up. I injected it right into our blood stream.

Corey...that wasn't your fault. Rox gave it to you. She tricked you.

Corey abruptly roars back to life. BUT I PUT IT IN ME! He pounds his chest. I made that choice! I fucked up again! It's on ME, Lux! I'm the one who fucked us! I... he descends into a choked sob. His chest bucks and he turns away from Lux and towards the water in the distance. I fucked us....

She looks down at Rox and sees the reflection of the muzzle in the woman's fearful eyes. Did he tell you?

Rage surges anew in Lux, and her finger dips past the trigger guard and onto the trigger itself. Rox pinches her eyes shut and utters a gasp of terror. But, at the last moment, Lux jerks the gun up and towards the sky, finger hesitating on the trigger. Uttering an oath, she turns away from Rox and then back around towards her, leveling the gun at her once more. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Another male voice intones, singing the profanities in a mocking, sing songy fashion as he appears in between Lux and Corey. The Engineer points at Rox. Not looking good for her, is it?

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Corey wheels about to face him.

Looks like all the players are here, hmmmm? I do love a bit of classical theater.

No! Corey growls, walking around the Engineer to get face to face with him. You're the real villain here! Lux! He spares a look back at his counterpart, but The Engineer cuts back in before she can reply.

Corey, did you follow up with Lux about her little plan with Wylie? He chuckles. Don't bother answering, I know you did. She's cheating you out of your freedom.

FUCK YOU!

Corey punches The Engineer right in the face. The Engineer reels, surprise registering on his typically placid features as his hand instinctively goes to his nose. Corey pushes past him and goes right to Lux.

Don't you see, Lux?! THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENS! He divides us and runs you to the brink until you become a monster! You said you saw a vision of the future of us serving Aiwass, right? Corey takes hold of Lux's shoulders. It happens right here...right now!

What does?

He breaks us! He turns us against each other and turns you into a monster! But you're not a monster, Lux! You're....

Yes, she is. The Engineer responds calmly, despite the punch. He withdraws his hand from his face, which is unmarred. Lux talks a good game, Corey. Truly. And in comparison to some of the more overt monsters running the halls of the XWF, yes, I imagine Lux seems pretty tame in comparison. He casts a derisive glance back at Lux. But we know the truth, don't we?

I don't think we do. Lux's eyes narrow, her words acidic.

Why don't you explain? Corey sneers.

The Engineer smirks and takes a small steps towards them, which puts him just in front of a very confused looking Rox, who is still laying stock still on the ground. Corey, it's never occurred to you how perverse Lux's feelings are for you? Think about it. She's a grown woman inhabiting your body against your will. You are a young boy, caught up in the maelstrom that is her everyday existence...

Would you tell me what is going on? Rox cuts in, oblivious to what's going on. She is roundly ignored.

Corey's expression flickers with something ambiguous, lip twitching like he's about to speak, but he doesn't.

She inflicts her love on you Corey. Like a form of violence.

Oh fuck off!

The Engineer persists, undeterred. You are a CHILD, Corey. A confused, broken little doll that she has tried to take advantage of. And do you know why? His smile grows wider. Because Lux is twice the broken little doll that you are! She's arrested development in its purest form. She never got to have a true childhood, never got to be that carefree teenager. She was trained to kill from the time she was 14. No wonder she fell in love with a boy. She's still a child too....

Lux, I don't know what's going on....but could you please....

SHUT UP! Lux barks at Rox again before retraining her sights on The Engineer. How would a parasite like you presume to understand anything about love?!

Speaking of children, Corey, do you remember the time Lux was going to kill a child in front of you?

Corey's head cants towards the ground, he does not speak.

Corey, you're right. You're 100% right, he's trying to drive a wedge between us.

Am I wrong? Am I wrong about what you did? The virus persists, like a dog worrying a bone.

Lux's mouth opens to respond, but the words stick in her throat. Finally, with a croak, she replies. No....but you know damn well why I was going to do that. Somehow though, the words seem to fall far short of being an acquittal. Now, both Lux and Corey fall into silence.

The Engineer gestures down at Rox. She's waiting for her judgment. He crouches low just behind her, running an unseen hand through her hair, his insubstantial fingers passing through the locks without resistance, gliding right through. Will you even let her plead her case?

Lux swallows deep. She realizes that she's been holding the gun aloft the whole time, and a dull ache is starting to race up her arm. Speak your peace, Rox.

Are you going to let me live?

Speak. The word uttered with an air of finality.

Rox glances about, shutting her eyes to try and clear the terrified stew of her thoughts. I admit it. I admit everything. She draws a shuddering breath. Madison Dyson gave me the drugs to give to Corey. This....DRW virus thing was in one of the needles I gave Corey. I let him inject it into his bloodstream. But now, Trey and Joachim are both dead. I have no reason to work for Madison anymore aside from the fact that she was threatening my life and the lives of everyone I cared about. But even then.... Rox shakes her head, and her eyes are distant and glassy looking. ….I felt bad for what I was doing to Corey. I always did. But I also felt that you and Corey were bad for Joachim and that he would have been better off with Trey.

You were right. Lux admits, her tone barely above a whisper.

But a couple days ago....I just....I just realized how useless all this was. Trey and Joachim died because of Madison and the people she works with anyway. I couldn't justify continuing to hurt Corey. So I called him two days ago and told him what I had done. Lux.... Rox finally meets Lux's gaze. I'm sorry. I can never undo what I did. But I swear to God, I am not a threat to you anymore. I'm going to resign my position with the XWF after Lethal Lottery, fly home and warn my family and....I don't know.... She trails off. I haven't thought that far ahead yet. I don't know what to do. But that's my problem. You'll never see me again.

Corey and The Engineer both consider Lux expectantly.

Lux, if I can forgive her you can too. We're better than this.

Are you better than this, Lux? The virus goads, standing up. Are you....?

24 hours earlier....


We see Lux sitting in the back of the truck from earlier. The two rear doors yawn open and she's sitting letting her feet dangle over the back bumper. She spins a phone around in her hands. It's not hers. She considers the phone as she speaks aloud.

A lot of what I've had to say in the run up to this match has centered on the vast differences between Unknown Soldier and I. The duality we represent. Light and dark. Good and evil. And by necessity, I've been stolid in what I represent. But the truth is, that I do sometimes question where I stand. What my true motivations are.

She smirks, still looking at the phone. It must be nice to be Unknown Soldier. I bet he never questions much of anything. Like I said before, evil's easy like that. No consideration required. But decent? That's tough. Because sometimes even decent needs to make like bad. Sometimes decent needs to make those tough choices too.

She shakes her head and grimaces a bit, finally looking forward. She places the phone down at her side.

I'm gonna break Corey's heart tomorrow. And that kills me! It tears me up inside! She pats her chest. The Unknown Soldier's of the world don't need to worry about that. Such bliss. Such ignorance. Not needing to FEEL. Not needing to have heart and soul! And you know what? I think that just might be why he threw his hands up in the air and stopped giving a shit about this match. Because for all my foibles I have heart and soul to spare. I'm not some egomaniac uncanny valley FACSIMILE of a person like Chris Page. I'm not some part time hero who drops off the face of the Earth when the going gets rough like Robert Main. I'm not Scully or Drezdin, bit players in the game of life wandering in a persistent fog. I'm something Unknown Soldier doesn't know what to do with. I'm LUX! And I'm here to break the bastards who want to plunge all this into hell!

But questions, man....questions....

She pauses, running a hand through Corey's curls. Letting out a blast of breath, she shoots a glance back down at the phone.

I've got heart. I've got A heart. But sometimes it hits me like a tidal wave, remembering that it's not MY heart. It's Corey's. Corey's life blood pumps through these veins. And sometimes I can't help but think about how much of what I think is human about me is really him. Because the fact is, I'm just a machine in here. A rider, a tag along. A techno organic repository of a dead woman's consciousness. Everything TRUE about us is Corey. She nods wistfully. Corey is the human being. I'm just something....else. Her voice trails off.

And you know what else? Out of the two of us, Corey was always the one that was the better one. A bit naïve maybe. A bit young in every sense of the word. And I think maybe that's why I fell in love with him. Because he was a swift wind of purity and idealism. Anyone lesser would have broke under the strain I put them under. But, in time, that boy believed in me. We didn't always agree. But he understood. And he wanted to help. He wanted to help me fight the bad guys and engage in all that daring do. He believed in hope. He believed we could change the world. Yeah....

I love Corey Smith.

Her eyes meet the camera again.

And I'm gonna break his heart again tomorrow. I'm gonna be the machine. That approximation of monsterdom that I've accused Soldier of being. And I pray....I PRAY....he can forgive me again. But I know I can only push so far, and every time I have to make those tough choices it scares the hell out of me that maybe this is the one that pushes Corey away from me for good. Of course, we can't be completely free of each other, but.....can you imagine somebody being with you all the time and FEELING miles away? That sounds like hell. Pure hell.

I know, deep down inside, the fact that I even ASK myself these questions means I'm not like Unknown Soldier. But just the asking still doesn't make it feel good.

With a renewed look of determination she points up, as though a sudden burst of inspiration has taken hold. There is one thing I can do though that's unquestionably good. But it's also the choice that frightens me the most. I can give Corey his life back. I can work with Wylie Sinclair to grow my own body and separate from Corey. Let him be free of me. But that monster part, that part of me that's a little TOO selfish and stupid, itches at the back of my mind. “What if Corey wants nothing to do with you once he's no longer a captive audience?” Lux shrugs, but the pained look on her face is a counterpoint to the blasé gesture. That's a chance I have to take. Because quite frankly I love Corey enough to let him be free.

I'm going to tell Corey this. I'm going to let him know he will soon be free, no matter what. We'll spend our last few months together as Universal Champion. Fighting together. And then.... She squints back some tears. …..it'll be over.

Yeah.....

So! On top of everything else, I want this championship for Corey. He's earned it. Hell, he's earned it more than me.

Her eyes lilt towards the ground, unfocusing and going distant, as though she's trying to process the enormity of her choice.

This is for you Corey. I dedicate this match to you. Whether you forgive me or not tomorrow. Whether you one day decide to walk away from me forever or not.

I love you Corey Smith. I always will.

Now


Lux.... Corey prods her again.

She looks up. The Engineer and Corey both giving her their full attention. She notes, ironically, how standing there they look like cartoon versions of an angel and a devil on her shoulder, vying for her soul. And then she realized that wasn't far off.

Rox was staring up at her too, trembling and spent.

Corey, I'm going to let you go.

Corey screws his face up in confusion. What?

Wylie's plan. I'm going to tell him to grow me my own body and I'm going to let you live your life.

The boy looked stunned.

It's not my place to stop you from doing that. Corey, I love you with every fiber of me being. I NEED you to know that. I LOVE you.

Okay, Lux....okay.....I know.... he whispers it solemnly like a prayer in Church. Thank you. That means a lot to me. But... he gestures to Rox.

Way to cushion the blow Lux.

Corey and Lux both look at The Engineer.

Her mind was made up last night.

Turning to Lux, Corey goes plaintive. Lux....LUX! You don't have to....

I'm sorry Corey, she's too dangerous. She knows too much. I love you. I'm sorry.

Rox goes rigid with fear at the words before she starts to scuttle backwards, throwing her hand up in front of the gun. No, no, no! LUX.....!

Lux fires.

Corey screams.

The Engineer smiles.

The birds bathing in the distance take flight, frightened by the clap of gunfire. The camera hones in on them as they meet the sky, kissing the evening redness in the west.]]> <![CDATA[All Eyes On Me]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35560 Fri, 29 Nov 2019 23:00:36 -0800 Shawn Warstein]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35560 This is it, the time has finally come. Weeks of anticipation have all led to this walk. The difference between Steve Jason and my walk are quite obvious. He was walking away, but I’m walking down the hallway. The barren walls have nothing hanging on them, no memories of the past, just plain white walls passing by slowly. I’m taking my time getting to the ramp. Who knows this might be the last time walk through the curtain as a champion. It’s an emotion that I haven’t felt in such a long time. Nervousness. Usually I’m in control of my emotions, but tonight things are different.

The trajectory of my current run here can all change in one night. I can go from champion, to just as quickly champion, briefcase holder, and someone with enough power to shift the of the XWF for the next year. Also, I could just as easily leave here tonight empty handed. Most of the time I don’t have to prove anything to anyone, this time it seems different. There are some out there that think that I have ducked my responsibilites as X-Treme champion, when I haven’t missed a show one time since I’ve won it, so tell me what do I have to actually be afraid of?

It’s him. The grown man child walking next to me bobbing is head to music on his headphones. He is the one that all the hard work has been for, since the opportunity arrived to get us what we deserve. I’ve been overlooked, he’s been overlooked, and since we’ve been on the same page nothing has stopped us… Well with the exception for a certain few people who have shown us nothing but disrespect and ignorance. Noah slides his headphones off of his head and pats me on the back. I pull out my AirPods and we stopped in the middle of the hallway.

“What’s up Noah.”

Noah pulls out a needle and places it in my hand.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted these…”

Noah looks slightly ashamed.

“Listen Noah, I appreciate the thought. Really I do, but I told you this is the one thing that I need to do on my own.”

“Yeah, but Dad, you’re turning your back on what got you this far…”

“Am I Noah? Did I use it in the first round? What about the second? Noah, I’m a god damned legend. Look at who is in the ring with me. Socio? Mastermind? Vita? Ruby? Shank? Seriously do you think that I really need this to take anyone of them out?”

“Well there is Vit….”

“I understand that you have to say that, but it’s me you’re talking to. You handing me that is literally putting her in danger. I don’t want you to get mixed up in any of this. You don’t need to go down the same path as me. Trust me it only leads to nowhere, and you’ll have no friends. I need to prove to you that this isn’t necessary… I need to be better for you.”

Noah tries to grab the needle from me, but I quickly pulled my hand back away from him.

“That doesn’t mean that we can’t use it in other ways.”

I point down the hallway towards a locker room. I watch as large man exits the room and head towards the gorilla position. Then shortly after a Doctor comes walking out behind him, pushing a cart and puts it right by the door.

“Noah, I’m going to need a quick distraction from you for this.”

“Why?”

“He’s still doing the same shit before every match.”

“Cunt, what are you on about?”

“Look, you see that Doctor? Well that’s the same guy that Shank has come before and after every match.”

“And?”

“Shank likes his Vitamin B shots.”

“Well he already took it, so what good is it going to do now ...Oh shit.”

“Exactly, I only need him for the first match. He’ll come right back to the Doc, and get round 2 of his Vitamin B, so just go distract him for thirty seconds.”

Noah nods, and runs up to the Doctor, and then slips on the floor. Screaming grabbing his ankle.

“Owwww, Ohhh no…. How will I ever be able to beat that Cunt Big D tonight? I think it’s broken… Ah just when I was about to get pushed to the moon…. Woe is me…”

Noah begins to roll on the ground, all over the place. The Doctor rushes over to check on him. Everytime the Doctor touches his ankle Noah bellows in pain. I slide behind them as Noah is keeping an eye on me. I check the top of the cart, and see the used needle left on top.

“How unsanitary.”

I open the drawer on the cart, and pocket all the Vitamin B shots, and place the loaded needle in there. I slowly close the drawer and turn back to Noah and give him the thumbs up as I walk down the hall towards the curtain. The Doctor grabs Noah’s ankle, and Noah pushes him away.

“You must be the best Doctor in the world Cunt… I think you have the healing power in you like all those late night preachers. Wow, I feel better than 100%... Good on ya, ya cunt.”

Noah pops up and runs to catch up to me, leaving the Doctor sitting there more confused than he’s obviously been in his life. I look over my shoulder to make sure he doesn’t check anything, and thankfully he doesn’t.

‘Well that takes care of the finals ...”

“Now you’ve just got to get there…”

I nod. That’s where everything could easily go to hell. I need to win. Everything that I’ve worked for cannot be for not. I’ve fought for everything that I’ve got, and I’m not about to let five assholes ruin it for me. This was the plan the whole time, and the train is on the tracks. There is no slowing it down now, all they can do is make sure that they aren’t collateral damage.

I started this quest in March, and the world is at my fingertips. I can see the end now, everything is playing out exactly how I wanted it. None of this was done by fate, this was pure destiny. All of them were LUCKY in their draws, my were predetermined weeks ago when I planned everything out. So while they think it was fate, it was Inevitable.

I’m slowly approaching the curtain, I turn to Noah. Nothing needs to be said. We both nod, we do our super secret handshake. I turn around as Noah pats me on the back and I watch as he walks back down the hall. Now it’s time. Now is when I need to suppress the nerves. I take a deep breath and look to my right. Standing there is Shank. Hood covering his head. He looks over to me. A decade needs to be suppressed for one match, I stick my fist out. I don’t expect anything, but we need to win. He wants what he wants, and I need him to get what I want. Then it happened.

*EPIC LEGENDARY LEGENDS FIST BUMP*

OH Shit… Y'all done be fucked now.


The Afterthought:




All Eyes On Me.

That’s what it seems like with each and every one of you. You can’t help but talk about me more than anyone else, and that should be your focus. It must be really upsetting for the rest of you to know that YOU CAN’T MEASURE UP TO ME. I know, I’ve been there… Oh wait, no I haven’t. Well maybe two decades ago, but fuck two of you weren’t even born yet the last time I wasn’t the center of attention. Fuck, even when I wasn’t the top dog, I was still on the tounges of everyone in the back. They all knew what I was capable of and just up and shut up about me. Just look at what’s going on right now. In front of all of you. Your current Universal Champion is eerily silent, now why would that be? Well I’m six seconds away from having a briefcase in my possession. So why would he want to be the next one in my sights? If he is smart enough to be quiet, why can’t any of you learn?

Seriously all of you can’t stop talking about me, starting with Mastermind. First of all… Are you a Make-a-Wish kid? Are you sure you’re not supposed to be in the special olympics? You calling Santos a shell of himself is like me calling Socio out for drug abuse, it’s mornic. You’ll never be on his level and to think that you are is laughable, and maybe you’ll get that gold medal soon enough. You can take all your percentages and throw them all out of the window. You don’t stand a single chance in all of this, you’re here for one reason and one reason alone… Remember how I said I had everything planned out? You’re the scapegoat. Your the one that is going to keep this title around my waist. No one in this match is pinning me, but everyone is looking at you like a fat kid looks at cake. So in all of your incoherent rambling, you said one thing that made sense… You’ve never beaten me, and it’s going to stay that way. Calling me idiotic is well, simply idioict. So when it comes down to caring in all of this? Why does anyone care about you? In all of your ramblings, even you said that you couldn’t pin me. That you would have to take me out to pin Shank, you know he’s a legend as well. Of everyone in this match, you were the one that was carried the most to get here. Tony carried you like a backpack. Ruby carried you like the freshman 15. So Mastermind, please figure out your own mind, before you decide to master mine.

So then there’s Socio. The man can barely hold his thoughts long enough to form a coherent thought. He thinks that I care about what he did in the safehouse? Nope after Sunday, one way or another that building is getting burned to the ground. I’m going to collect a fat insurance payout, and that’s the end of that. Seriously I’m glad you enjoyed your time at my home. It was to say the least…

Interesting.

I still can’t read you completely. You sit there feigning that you are stupid, but you’re not are you? I saw it in your eyes. You want this just as much as I do. You’re dive is similar to mine, but there is a major difference between us. I’m not a fucking joke. Well not anymore at least. You see people would talk all sorts of shit when I wasn’t around, and they thought it wouldn’t come back to me. Newsflash I heard everything. There’s a reason why I’m on the streak I’m on right now. Since I lost to Cam, I haven’t lost. He was my wake up call, and now I know that I’m just better than everyone here. Whoever is put in the ring across from me, they know that once that bell rings it’s over. Socio you are no different. I know that you were disappointed that you were matched with Mastermind, and who wouldn't no one could carry that much luggage in a match with so much on the line. It doesn’t matter how much you squat, or bench, you can’t carry the blackhole known as Mastermind. Sorry about your luck.

Hello Ruby. Our Current Anarchy champion. Yes Ruby you are currently the champion because Vinny won’t allow me to hold two titles at once… Well singles titles. Which I understand, he can’t possibly have one man run around with all the titles at once. It’s understandable right? Sure. So yes I am glad that you wanted this match so you can prove something to me, but that’s not going to be enough. You can’t prove anything to me Ruby. I know what you are. I’ve seen you in action. I know that you are Sarah’s kryptonite. I know that you are very capable in the ring. I get it, but just know that by getting into the ring with me, you’ll realize that you’re only champion because I ALLOW IT. So yes Ruby, right now you’re the champion, but when the time is right… For you it’ll be a Dark (k)Night.

And then there was you Vita. So I’m the Cocky one right? I get in my own way? I’m going to be worried about Lane? I’ll be looking over my shoulder all match? Deary, you are wrong on so many levels. First off don’t mistake my cockyness as arrogance. I know that I’m better than everyone I stand across from, and no present competition isn’t excluded. If you’ve learned nothing from me, learn this ...Arrogance is something you don’t want, but believing in yourself is something that you can take you from being Ruby’s luggage, to a Legend. Also my age has nothing to do with me not thinking you are as good as me, it's a fact, and I know this because I actually a champion, what about you? So yeah new group of wrestlers, same results. As for Mr. Lane. He’s not a threat. Sure he Makes The Matches, but I was fucking born ready, and he can’t and won’t throw me off of my game.

And Finally there is Shank. The words will be repeated once again. All Eyes on me.

You can’t get out of your own way can you. You are more concerned with me and how I burnt you. Well get fucking used to it. What I did so long ago, wasn’t because I couldn’t hang with you in the ring, it had everything to do with wanting this place to burn. Yet what happened you had to jump in and play hero. This place was destined to burn then, and now it’s a shell of itself. So yes Shank, while I stand here clean, sober, and willing to fight FOR you, you can’t help but bring up the past. I’m not the one living in 2009, it’s you that is stuck. So yes I understand what you mean, but you were just wrong. And I think when it’s all said and done, you’ll finally start to get the picture.

You know what While you’re talking about the past and how great you were, fine name one part of my career that matched up to yours?

Hmmm…

1999- Two months in and won my first title.

2002-2009- One Universal title run, 4 World Title runs, 3 X-Treme runs, 2 runs with the US title, not to mention taking a year and a half off running Anarchy as the GM, Beating Christian Connelly and Smitty in a General Manager showdown, Winning the Helldome and retaining my title.

So what were you saying about not measuring up… If you wanted a dick measuring contest, you should’ve gone at someone who you could’ve matched with, not the so called biggest Dick in the XWF. So you want to put my head on a pike? Just like you asshole I’m immortal, or did you forget that I’m a Legend as well? That’s right you were too busy holding Raven’s purse and begging him to get let in rather than actually deserve it. So yeah Shank FUCK YOU.

You really think I give a flying fuck about what you’re mad at me about? Get in fucking line. I’ve heard it all before, but the fact that you blame me for everything… Man that’s just going to make all of this that much sweeter. I can’t wait for you to realize that all of your pent up anger was for nothing. Everything that you “worked” for wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Everything you’ve done, I’ve done. Anything you can claim, so can I. So really Shank did I take everything from you, or just do it better than you? Is that what you’re really angry about? Are you afraid that people will finally know what I’ve known for a long time about you? That unlike you, I can live with my failures…

You keep bringing up the past as is it was so great. What was so great about it other than the fact that you were on top, and feel as if you deserve to be there now? Is it that you aren’t getting as much attention as I am? I know jealousy can be a cruel mistress, just know Shank, I don’t hold any ill will towards you. As a matter of fact, I want us to win, that way you’ll finally be able to get rid of all you pent up frustrations. Sure, when you fail, it won’t come as a surprise to me.

I’ve seen this look before. I know that glint in your eyes. I’ve had it. I’ve seen it tear lesser men to their bones and break them before they knew what hit them. Just know Shank, together in tag match we are unbeatable….

The finals will be completely different. While you will be a benevolent King…

I’ll be an even more gracious GOD. I’ll give Vita a shot at Sarah. I’ll give Mastermind a Shot at Centurion, same goes with Socio. I’ll give Ruby a night off for once. I’ll give Noah and I a tag team title match ...So tell me Shank what do you want? Do you want the Universal Title again? Done. You want Soldier? Done. Unlike you, I don’t want your head on a pike, I actually want you to stick around

And Like a kind and just GOD….

You’ll have it….

All you have to do is believe.
]]> This is it, the time has finally come. Weeks of anticipation have all led to this walk. The difference between Steve Jason and my walk are quite obvious. He was walking away, but I’m walking down the hallway. The barren walls have nothing hanging on them, no memories of the past, just plain white walls passing by slowly. I’m taking my time getting to the ramp. Who knows this might be the last time walk through the curtain as a champion. It’s an emotion that I haven’t felt in such a long time. Nervousness. Usually I’m in control of my emotions, but tonight things are different.

The trajectory of my current run here can all change in one night. I can go from champion, to just as quickly champion, briefcase holder, and someone with enough power to shift the of the XWF for the next year. Also, I could just as easily leave here tonight empty handed. Most of the time I don’t have to prove anything to anyone, this time it seems different. There are some out there that think that I have ducked my responsibilites as X-Treme champion, when I haven’t missed a show one time since I’ve won it, so tell me what do I have to actually be afraid of?

It’s him. The grown man child walking next to me bobbing is head to music on his headphones. He is the one that all the hard work has been for, since the opportunity arrived to get us what we deserve. I’ve been overlooked, he’s been overlooked, and since we’ve been on the same page nothing has stopped us… Well with the exception for a certain few people who have shown us nothing but disrespect and ignorance. Noah slides his headphones off of his head and pats me on the back. I pull out my AirPods and we stopped in the middle of the hallway.

“What’s up Noah.”

Noah pulls out a needle and places it in my hand.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted these…”

Noah looks slightly ashamed.

“Listen Noah, I appreciate the thought. Really I do, but I told you this is the one thing that I need to do on my own.”

“Yeah, but Dad, you’re turning your back on what got you this far…”

“Am I Noah? Did I use it in the first round? What about the second? Noah, I’m a god damned legend. Look at who is in the ring with me. Socio? Mastermind? Vita? Ruby? Shank? Seriously do you think that I really need this to take anyone of them out?”

“Well there is Vit….”

“I understand that you have to say that, but it’s me you’re talking to. You handing me that is literally putting her in danger. I don’t want you to get mixed up in any of this. You don’t need to go down the same path as me. Trust me it only leads to nowhere, and you’ll have no friends. I need to prove to you that this isn’t necessary… I need to be better for you.”

Noah tries to grab the needle from me, but I quickly pulled my hand back away from him.

“That doesn’t mean that we can’t use it in other ways.”

I point down the hallway towards a locker room. I watch as large man exits the room and head towards the gorilla position. Then shortly after a Doctor comes walking out behind him, pushing a cart and puts it right by the door.

“Noah, I’m going to need a quick distraction from you for this.”

“Why?”

“He’s still doing the same shit before every match.”

“Cunt, what are you on about?”

“Look, you see that Doctor? Well that’s the same guy that Shank has come before and after every match.”

“And?”

“Shank likes his Vitamin B shots.”

“Well he already took it, so what good is it going to do now ...Oh shit.”

“Exactly, I only need him for the first match. He’ll come right back to the Doc, and get round 2 of his Vitamin B, so just go distract him for thirty seconds.”

Noah nods, and runs up to the Doctor, and then slips on the floor. Screaming grabbing his ankle.

“Owwww, Ohhh no…. How will I ever be able to beat that Cunt Big D tonight? I think it’s broken… Ah just when I was about to get pushed to the moon…. Woe is me…”

Noah begins to roll on the ground, all over the place. The Doctor rushes over to check on him. Everytime the Doctor touches his ankle Noah bellows in pain. I slide behind them as Noah is keeping an eye on me. I check the top of the cart, and see the used needle left on top.

“How unsanitary.”

I open the drawer on the cart, and pocket all the Vitamin B shots, and place the loaded needle in there. I slowly close the drawer and turn back to Noah and give him the thumbs up as I walk down the hall towards the curtain. The Doctor grabs Noah’s ankle, and Noah pushes him away.

“You must be the best Doctor in the world Cunt… I think you have the healing power in you like all those late night preachers. Wow, I feel better than 100%... Good on ya, ya cunt.”

Noah pops up and runs to catch up to me, leaving the Doctor sitting there more confused than he’s obviously been in his life. I look over my shoulder to make sure he doesn’t check anything, and thankfully he doesn’t.

‘Well that takes care of the finals ...”

“Now you’ve just got to get there…”

I nod. That’s where everything could easily go to hell. I need to win. Everything that I’ve worked for cannot be for not. I’ve fought for everything that I’ve got, and I’m not about to let five assholes ruin it for me. This was the plan the whole time, and the train is on the tracks. There is no slowing it down now, all they can do is make sure that they aren’t collateral damage.

I started this quest in March, and the world is at my fingertips. I can see the end now, everything is playing out exactly how I wanted it. None of this was done by fate, this was pure destiny. All of them were LUCKY in their draws, my were predetermined weeks ago when I planned everything out. So while they think it was fate, it was Inevitable.

I’m slowly approaching the curtain, I turn to Noah. Nothing needs to be said. We both nod, we do our super secret handshake. I turn around as Noah pats me on the back and I watch as he walks back down the hall. Now it’s time. Now is when I need to suppress the nerves. I take a deep breath and look to my right. Standing there is Shank. Hood covering his head. He looks over to me. A decade needs to be suppressed for one match, I stick my fist out. I don’t expect anything, but we need to win. He wants what he wants, and I need him to get what I want. Then it happened.

*EPIC LEGENDARY LEGENDS FIST BUMP*

OH Shit… Y'all done be fucked now.


The Afterthought:




All Eyes On Me.

That’s what it seems like with each and every one of you. You can’t help but talk about me more than anyone else, and that should be your focus. It must be really upsetting for the rest of you to know that YOU CAN’T MEASURE UP TO ME. I know, I’ve been there… Oh wait, no I haven’t. Well maybe two decades ago, but fuck two of you weren’t even born yet the last time I wasn’t the center of attention. Fuck, even when I wasn’t the top dog, I was still on the tounges of everyone in the back. They all knew what I was capable of and just up and shut up about me. Just look at what’s going on right now. In front of all of you. Your current Universal Champion is eerily silent, now why would that be? Well I’m six seconds away from having a briefcase in my possession. So why would he want to be the next one in my sights? If he is smart enough to be quiet, why can’t any of you learn?

Seriously all of you can’t stop talking about me, starting with Mastermind. First of all… Are you a Make-a-Wish kid? Are you sure you’re not supposed to be in the special olympics? You calling Santos a shell of himself is like me calling Socio out for drug abuse, it’s mornic. You’ll never be on his level and to think that you are is laughable, and maybe you’ll get that gold medal soon enough. You can take all your percentages and throw them all out of the window. You don’t stand a single chance in all of this, you’re here for one reason and one reason alone… Remember how I said I had everything planned out? You’re the scapegoat. Your the one that is going to keep this title around my waist. No one in this match is pinning me, but everyone is looking at you like a fat kid looks at cake. So in all of your incoherent rambling, you said one thing that made sense… You’ve never beaten me, and it’s going to stay that way. Calling me idiotic is well, simply idioict. So when it comes down to caring in all of this? Why does anyone care about you? In all of your ramblings, even you said that you couldn’t pin me. That you would have to take me out to pin Shank, you know he’s a legend as well. Of everyone in this match, you were the one that was carried the most to get here. Tony carried you like a backpack. Ruby carried you like the freshman 15. So Mastermind, please figure out your own mind, before you decide to master mine.

So then there’s Socio. The man can barely hold his thoughts long enough to form a coherent thought. He thinks that I care about what he did in the safehouse? Nope after Sunday, one way or another that building is getting burned to the ground. I’m going to collect a fat insurance payout, and that’s the end of that. Seriously I’m glad you enjoyed your time at my home. It was to say the least…

Interesting.

I still can’t read you completely. You sit there feigning that you are stupid, but you’re not are you? I saw it in your eyes. You want this just as much as I do. You’re dive is similar to mine, but there is a major difference between us. I’m not a fucking joke. Well not anymore at least. You see people would talk all sorts of shit when I wasn’t around, and they thought it wouldn’t come back to me. Newsflash I heard everything. There’s a reason why I’m on the streak I’m on right now. Since I lost to Cam, I haven’t lost. He was my wake up call, and now I know that I’m just better than everyone here. Whoever is put in the ring across from me, they know that once that bell rings it’s over. Socio you are no different. I know that you were disappointed that you were matched with Mastermind, and who wouldn't no one could carry that much luggage in a match with so much on the line. It doesn’t matter how much you squat, or bench, you can’t carry the blackhole known as Mastermind. Sorry about your luck.

Hello Ruby. Our Current Anarchy champion. Yes Ruby you are currently the champion because Vinny won’t allow me to hold two titles at once… Well singles titles. Which I understand, he can’t possibly have one man run around with all the titles at once. It’s understandable right? Sure. So yes I am glad that you wanted this match so you can prove something to me, but that’s not going to be enough. You can’t prove anything to me Ruby. I know what you are. I’ve seen you in action. I know that you are Sarah’s kryptonite. I know that you are very capable in the ring. I get it, but just know that by getting into the ring with me, you’ll realize that you’re only champion because I ALLOW IT. So yes Ruby, right now you’re the champion, but when the time is right… For you it’ll be a Dark (k)Night.

And then there was you Vita. So I’m the Cocky one right? I get in my own way? I’m going to be worried about Lane? I’ll be looking over my shoulder all match? Deary, you are wrong on so many levels. First off don’t mistake my cockyness as arrogance. I know that I’m better than everyone I stand across from, and no present competition isn’t excluded. If you’ve learned nothing from me, learn this ...Arrogance is something you don’t want, but believing in yourself is something that you can take you from being Ruby’s luggage, to a Legend. Also my age has nothing to do with me not thinking you are as good as me, it's a fact, and I know this because I actually a champion, what about you? So yeah new group of wrestlers, same results. As for Mr. Lane. He’s not a threat. Sure he Makes The Matches, but I was fucking born ready, and he can’t and won’t throw me off of my game.

And Finally there is Shank. The words will be repeated once again. All Eyes on me.

You can’t get out of your own way can you. You are more concerned with me and how I burnt you. Well get fucking used to it. What I did so long ago, wasn’t because I couldn’t hang with you in the ring, it had everything to do with wanting this place to burn. Yet what happened you had to jump in and play hero. This place was destined to burn then, and now it’s a shell of itself. So yes Shank, while I stand here clean, sober, and willing to fight FOR you, you can’t help but bring up the past. I’m not the one living in 2009, it’s you that is stuck. So yes I understand what you mean, but you were just wrong. And I think when it’s all said and done, you’ll finally start to get the picture.

You know what While you’re talking about the past and how great you were, fine name one part of my career that matched up to yours?

Hmmm…

1999- Two months in and won my first title.

2002-2009- One Universal title run, 4 World Title runs, 3 X-Treme runs, 2 runs with the US title, not to mention taking a year and a half off running Anarchy as the GM, Beating Christian Connelly and Smitty in a General Manager showdown, Winning the Helldome and retaining my title.

So what were you saying about not measuring up… If you wanted a dick measuring contest, you should’ve gone at someone who you could’ve matched with, not the so called biggest Dick in the XWF. So you want to put my head on a pike? Just like you asshole I’m immortal, or did you forget that I’m a Legend as well? That’s right you were too busy holding Raven’s purse and begging him to get let in rather than actually deserve it. So yeah Shank FUCK YOU.

You really think I give a flying fuck about what you’re mad at me about? Get in fucking line. I’ve heard it all before, but the fact that you blame me for everything… Man that’s just going to make all of this that much sweeter. I can’t wait for you to realize that all of your pent up anger was for nothing. Everything that you “worked” for wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Everything you’ve done, I’ve done. Anything you can claim, so can I. So really Shank did I take everything from you, or just do it better than you? Is that what you’re really angry about? Are you afraid that people will finally know what I’ve known for a long time about you? That unlike you, I can live with my failures…

You keep bringing up the past as is it was so great. What was so great about it other than the fact that you were on top, and feel as if you deserve to be there now? Is it that you aren’t getting as much attention as I am? I know jealousy can be a cruel mistress, just know Shank, I don’t hold any ill will towards you. As a matter of fact, I want us to win, that way you’ll finally be able to get rid of all you pent up frustrations. Sure, when you fail, it won’t come as a surprise to me.

I’ve seen this look before. I know that glint in your eyes. I’ve had it. I’ve seen it tear lesser men to their bones and break them before they knew what hit them. Just know Shank, together in tag match we are unbeatable….

The finals will be completely different. While you will be a benevolent King…

I’ll be an even more gracious GOD. I’ll give Vita a shot at Sarah. I’ll give Mastermind a Shot at Centurion, same goes with Socio. I’ll give Ruby a night off for once. I’ll give Noah and I a tag team title match ...So tell me Shank what do you want? Do you want the Universal Title again? Done. You want Soldier? Done. Unlike you, I don’t want your head on a pike, I actually want you to stick around

And Like a kind and just GOD….

You’ll have it….

All you have to do is believe.
]]> <![CDATA[Hanari Loves The Children]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35558 Fri, 29 Nov 2019 22:04:13 -0800 Hanari Carnes]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35558 The camera comes into focus on a mob scene. Not an angry mob, but a happy one. A lot of kids. All wearing XWF gear. South Africa was buzzing for the arrival of XWF's next big Pay Per View event, one of the largest of the year for the company. In Hanari's mind, this was an opportunity to earn the respect he had been seeking since the moment he stepped foot in here.

A limo was parked a few feet from the mob of kids and their parents, and Hanari, wearing a designer suit, shoes and his patented scarf, was taking selfie's and signing posters and promotional material. He had a big smile on his face.

Hanari loved the children.

As a little kid came up to the front of the loosely assembled "line", he was wearing a suit just like Hanari. He even had his hair slicked back. When he got up to wear Hanari was standing, he gave the XWF rising star the double finger guns. This kid had moxy, was smooth. Hanari noticed, however, that he didn't have any material in his hands to sign.

"Ayyyyy," Hanari said to the kid, "little man has some style. I like dat." Hanari had a million dollar smile for sure.

The kid just stood there, staring at his favorite super star. Hanari began to feel awkward, like he needed to make the first move in this standoff.

"So what do you want Hanari to sign, little man?"

The kid just stood there, apparently frozen in either fear, excitement or, as much as Hanari hated to say it, stupidity.

Hanari bent down, getting on one knee, and put a hand on the kids shoulder.

"Chico, der es no need to be star struck. Hanari es a normal person, just like you es mang. In fact, let Hanari tell you a story......"

The kid just stared.

Hanari cleared his throat.

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It was some time in the early 2000's...Hanari was a young man. He was shopping with his mother at a local market, as she did her weekly food shopping. The Dominican Republic had a wide variety of out door markets, with local business men selling their crops or meat from their livestock to the community. Everything was kept in house, so to speak.

His mother was a hard working single mother. She wasn't made of money, but she did enough for her family to get by. In the Dominican Republic, however, you just never knew what was going to happen. There was always turmoil within the government, and several "activist" groups who took matters into their own hands to prove a point that nobody understood but them.

As little Hanari walked, hand in hand with his mother, he noticed some men standing there, holding machine guns and staring straight ahead. He asked his mother about them, but she told him not to look at them and to keep walking.

Just then, as his mother was stopping at a local cart to look at some fruit, little Hanari heard some collective gasps from the people standing around. He turned his head to look and saw a political figure that he had seen on the news several times, Danilo Medina, turn the corner and come into the market.

*Danilo Medina would become the 53rd president of the country in 2012, but at this point in time he was still a community leader trying to make a name for himself. At this moment he was the Secretary of State to the Presidency. After running a campaign under the slogans "Ahora Es" and "Lo Mejor Para Todos" ("Now Is the Time" and "The Best for Everybody") Medina was eventually defeated by President Fernández in the 6 May 2007 PLD internal election to choose the party's candidate for the 2008 presidential election. Since its foundation the PLD had maintained an implicit non re-election policy, but President Fernández changed that allowing him to campaign against Medina from the Presidential Palace and opt for a second consecutive term in power (his third).*

Hanari knew that his presence here was unusual, as the upper class very rarely associated with the lower class. Hanari could only stand in awe of a figure who he assumed was doing so much good for the country. A man who his mother told him was going to "change the landscape of the Caribbean one day". Just as Mr. Medina was visible to the general public, the men with the machine guns brought them down into attack position, clicking in unison as they cocked them to fire. Everyone immediately forgot what they were doing, and turned to grovel in the presence of a man they "respected" so well. Even the children. Except for Hanari, who stood his ground and stared at the man, without saying a word.

His mother slapped the back of his head, and told him to show his respects. Hanari wasn't one to show respects to someone who was "almost" a figure worth showing it to. He had done a lot of things for the country, but he wasn't the President yet. Hanari got another swat from his mother, but still stood firm.

The massive political figure was walking towards him. Hanari didn't allow himself to be awe-struck. The man, and that's all he was, a man, kept walking until he was within a few feet from Hanari. The young Dominican heard the guns click again.

Would they really shoot a kid?

Damn right they would. They have before.

He knew not to make any sudden moves.

The man knelt down on one knee, putting a hand on the shoulder of the young boy who stared so intensely at him. Unwavered.

"Young man" he said in Spanish, "are you not impressed by me?"

The boy didn't flinch.

"I have never seen someone as unwavering as you," he said again in Spanish, "I have never seen someone not appreciate my presence. I could blow this entire market up, but I don't. It is counter-productive. I am the reason you are allowed to walk freely with your mother without the fear of being mugged or kidnapped. Does this not impress you?"

The two were making eye contact now, and Hanari's mother was sweating next to him, nervous for her boy.

Hanari wasn't nervous.

The stare down got intense, but then the politician smiled a big, yellow-toothed smile. His mustache crinkled as his lips moved.

"A brave young man" he said standing up. He waved off the gunmen, and left the boy standing there, his mother breathing a visible sigh of relief.

"Sir, sir," one of the gunmen said, "that was a blatent sign of disrespect. He could at least be charged with something, if we don't shoot him".

Danillo Medina waved his hands, turning towards the man.

"Sometimes, the strongest statement you can make is not making one at all." The two walked out of the market.

"But the kid showed you blatant disrespect. He could have at least acknowledged....."

"I love the children" he said, "the children always speak the truth even when they don't speak."

Hanari stood up, patting the kid on the shoulder.

"Chu got a good head on ya shoulders, kid. Keep it up."

He turned to walk back to the table where he had a line of people oggling him, fighting with each other to be the next in line to get an autograph.

"........That went well" Hanari's publicist said sarcastically, "little twerp went through the effort of dressing up to a tee then just sitting there."

Hanari turned towards the man.

"Sometimes the strongest statements are the one's never said" Hanari blurted out, "chu don' have ta lower yourself to groveling at the feet of someone, even if they are, in essence, "better" than chu es. The little hermano show me more respect than half of these lil bastardos begging for attention."

The man looked at him, as if he understood, but Hanari knew he didn't. He was a publicist, he was all about "gaining attention".

"What can I say?," Hanari said, sitting down at the table, "Hanari love de children."

The man instantly looked uncomfortable....

"It's 2019 Hanari, you can't say stuff like that nowadays.......maybe rephrase that, we...uh....are on camera here........"

Hanari looked at the publicist.....then back to the line, smiling at a kid who had a Hanari Carnes poster in his hand..........he pulled out a sharpie and began to sign.

"Chu know, der is a fine line between cockiness an confidence. Hanari es no cocky, but he is supremely confident. The abilities in the ring far surpass those of my opponents, and Hanari is the perfect storm of talent and charisma. I can no say de same about some of los hermano's in dis match.....Ned Kaye, Chris Chaos.......Jim? They all think far too highly of demselves. I know that I have a lot left to prove, and I have a lot of opportunities on de horizon. Chris Chaos is washed up, and his pension checks are running out so he need to come back so he can shave de grey out of his beard. Retirement has been rough, eh Chris? Not the sipping coffee by de fire that chu would have expected? Well, damn.....just another failure by Chris Chaos. Chu can't even retire right, chico! Chu left dis business after chu fell harder than a fat man off a cliff and landed into de clutches of APEX. They played chu like a fiddle, and chu went along with it. Robert Main kicked chor ass and sent chu packing. Chu claim guys like Soldier were an inspiration for chu to get into dis business? Newsflash hermano, chu es NEVER going to be like Soldier. Not only did he do what chu failed--numerous times I may add--to do, but he is just flat out better than chu. I, Hanari Carnes, have done what chu couldn't. I beat Apex, I took their belts, and quite frankly, Soldier just finish de job. Now chu want to come back and praise the new talent, praise how de new wave has "cut de fat" and presented a new look to de company........."

Hanari scratches his head, raising his eyebrow, then looks back at the camera.

".....puta......CHU ARE DE FAT! Chu are the old model of boring here in XWF...chu es everything chu praised de new era for eliminating. I see a little time off did no help wit chor constant contridcitions, did it, ese? Chu es de same old Chris Chaos.....but now that chu see that all of de chico's who kicked chor ass for years are gone, chu think you can have a fresh start and actually matter to someone. Have chu even won a match in recent memory mang? I try to find film on de great "Chris Chaos" and all I seem to see is chu losing, then throwing a fit, then saying chu will win de next one, then rinse and repeat. The fact that chu needed to be billed on de card as a Mystery Competitor proves my point even further. If Chris Chaos was on the card, nobody would care because nobody is afraid of chu anymore, but Mystery Competitor puts a little bit out doubt into the minds that you fail to provide. Chu know nobody take chor ass seriously anymore mang....why even bother? At dis point, chu should just show up as special guest apperance, wave to some fans, sigh some autographs for those who need to make 5 dollars at a local pawn shop, and hit de road. Come in as a novelty Chris, because chu has no chance of winning.

Jim Jimson....holy hell mang. Everyone give me shit because it is tough to understand sometimes what I say because of de language barrier....de accent.....good lord what chu say is just pure chaos. Pun intended. It makes no sense. Chu es saying words just to say words. To get a response. Shock value. Chu es de Howard Stern of XWF. But not new, soft, liberal Howard Stern but 90's shock-jock Howard Stern. Chu make people laugh, funny man, but chu really bring little else to de table. You put de entertainment in sports entertainment, but take the sport out of it. Chu look like a in de ring mang. Time and time again they give chu these opportunities, as you claim, but you've never done anything with them. Stuck with a thumb up your ass chico. They give you dese chances because someone is entertained by chor dumb ass but all chu do is make the booker look dumb. Chu should be ashamed!

And....Ned......chu has been in de ring with me mang. Chu know what I can do. This time will be no different, holmes. Chu will have some entertaining promo's, make de people watching at home chuckle between hand fulls of Pringles and 2 liters of soda, den fade in oblivion again because be honest...chu can't fight. Just give up.

Missa Kaye. We meet again. We have had some battles now. Chu know what Hanari can do in de ring. I pushed you to the limit and beyond, and this time it will be no different. Chu may be the most entertaining in ring performer we have, but athleticism and frat-boy looks only gets you so far in dis business mang. Hanari has good looks but a hard nose, smash-mouth style. I want to break your arm, I want to make chu scream holmes. Make chu beg. Once Hanari lock in the arm breaker it is game over. The new era is upon us, and this "good guy" has a little bad left in him. Get ready holmes, because Hanari is done being the scapegoat for other people's success.]]> The camera comes into focus on a mob scene. Not an angry mob, but a happy one. A lot of kids. All wearing XWF gear. South Africa was buzzing for the arrival of XWF's next big Pay Per View event, one of the largest of the year for the company. In Hanari's mind, this was an opportunity to earn the respect he had been seeking since the moment he stepped foot in here.

A limo was parked a few feet from the mob of kids and their parents, and Hanari, wearing a designer suit, shoes and his patented scarf, was taking selfie's and signing posters and promotional material. He had a big smile on his face.

Hanari loved the children.

As a little kid came up to the front of the loosely assembled "line", he was wearing a suit just like Hanari. He even had his hair slicked back. When he got up to wear Hanari was standing, he gave the XWF rising star the double finger guns. This kid had moxy, was smooth. Hanari noticed, however, that he didn't have any material in his hands to sign.

"Ayyyyy," Hanari said to the kid, "little man has some style. I like dat." Hanari had a million dollar smile for sure.

The kid just stood there, staring at his favorite super star. Hanari began to feel awkward, like he needed to make the first move in this standoff.

"So what do you want Hanari to sign, little man?"

The kid just stood there, apparently frozen in either fear, excitement or, as much as Hanari hated to say it, stupidity.

Hanari bent down, getting on one knee, and put a hand on the kids shoulder.

"Chico, der es no need to be star struck. Hanari es a normal person, just like you es mang. In fact, let Hanari tell you a story......"

The kid just stared.

Hanari cleared his throat.

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It was some time in the early 2000's...Hanari was a young man. He was shopping with his mother at a local market, as she did her weekly food shopping. The Dominican Republic had a wide variety of out door markets, with local business men selling their crops or meat from their livestock to the community. Everything was kept in house, so to speak.

His mother was a hard working single mother. She wasn't made of money, but she did enough for her family to get by. In the Dominican Republic, however, you just never knew what was going to happen. There was always turmoil within the government, and several "activist" groups who took matters into their own hands to prove a point that nobody understood but them.

As little Hanari walked, hand in hand with his mother, he noticed some men standing there, holding machine guns and staring straight ahead. He asked his mother about them, but she told him not to look at them and to keep walking.

Just then, as his mother was stopping at a local cart to look at some fruit, little Hanari heard some collective gasps from the people standing around. He turned his head to look and saw a political figure that he had seen on the news several times, Danilo Medina, turn the corner and come into the market.

*Danilo Medina would become the 53rd president of the country in 2012, but at this point in time he was still a community leader trying to make a name for himself. At this moment he was the Secretary of State to the Presidency. After running a campaign under the slogans "Ahora Es" and "Lo Mejor Para Todos" ("Now Is the Time" and "The Best for Everybody") Medina was eventually defeated by President Fernández in the 6 May 2007 PLD internal election to choose the party's candidate for the 2008 presidential election. Since its foundation the PLD had maintained an implicit non re-election policy, but President Fernández changed that allowing him to campaign against Medina from the Presidential Palace and opt for a second consecutive term in power (his third).*

Hanari knew that his presence here was unusual, as the upper class very rarely associated with the lower class. Hanari could only stand in awe of a figure who he assumed was doing so much good for the country. A man who his mother told him was going to "change the landscape of the Caribbean one day". Just as Mr. Medina was visible to the general public, the men with the machine guns brought them down into attack position, clicking in unison as they cocked them to fire. Everyone immediately forgot what they were doing, and turned to grovel in the presence of a man they "respected" so well. Even the children. Except for Hanari, who stood his ground and stared at the man, without saying a word.

His mother slapped the back of his head, and told him to show his respects. Hanari wasn't one to show respects to someone who was "almost" a figure worth showing it to. He had done a lot of things for the country, but he wasn't the President yet. Hanari got another swat from his mother, but still stood firm.

The massive political figure was walking towards him. Hanari didn't allow himself to be awe-struck. The man, and that's all he was, a man, kept walking until he was within a few feet from Hanari. The young Dominican heard the guns click again.

Would they really shoot a kid?

Damn right they would. They have before.

He knew not to make any sudden moves.

The man knelt down on one knee, putting a hand on the shoulder of the young boy who stared so intensely at him. Unwavered.

"Young man" he said in Spanish, "are you not impressed by me?"

The boy didn't flinch.

"I have never seen someone as unwavering as you," he said again in Spanish, "I have never seen someone not appreciate my presence. I could blow this entire market up, but I don't. It is counter-productive. I am the reason you are allowed to walk freely with your mother without the fear of being mugged or kidnapped. Does this not impress you?"

The two were making eye contact now, and Hanari's mother was sweating next to him, nervous for her boy.

Hanari wasn't nervous.

The stare down got intense, but then the politician smiled a big, yellow-toothed smile. His mustache crinkled as his lips moved.

"A brave young man" he said standing up. He waved off the gunmen, and left the boy standing there, his mother breathing a visible sigh of relief.

"Sir, sir," one of the gunmen said, "that was a blatent sign of disrespect. He could at least be charged with something, if we don't shoot him".

Danillo Medina waved his hands, turning towards the man.

"Sometimes, the strongest statement you can make is not making one at all." The two walked out of the market.

"But the kid showed you blatant disrespect. He could have at least acknowledged....."

"I love the children" he said, "the children always speak the truth even when they don't speak."

Hanari stood up, patting the kid on the shoulder.

"Chu got a good head on ya shoulders, kid. Keep it up."

He turned to walk back to the table where he had a line of people oggling him, fighting with each other to be the next in line to get an autograph.

"........That went well" Hanari's publicist said sarcastically, "little twerp went through the effort of dressing up to a tee then just sitting there."

Hanari turned towards the man.

"Sometimes the strongest statements are the one's never said" Hanari blurted out, "chu don' have ta lower yourself to groveling at the feet of someone, even if they are, in essence, "better" than chu es. The little hermano show me more respect than half of these lil bastardos begging for attention."

The man looked at him, as if he understood, but Hanari knew he didn't. He was a publicist, he was all about "gaining attention".

"What can I say?," Hanari said, sitting down at the table, "Hanari love de children."

The man instantly looked uncomfortable....

"It's 2019 Hanari, you can't say stuff like that nowadays.......maybe rephrase that, we...uh....are on camera here........"

Hanari looked at the publicist.....then back to the line, smiling at a kid who had a Hanari Carnes poster in his hand..........he pulled out a sharpie and began to sign.

"Chu know, der is a fine line between cockiness an confidence. Hanari es no cocky, but he is supremely confident. The abilities in the ring far surpass those of my opponents, and Hanari is the perfect storm of talent and charisma. I can no say de same about some of los hermano's in dis match.....Ned Kaye, Chris Chaos.......Jim? They all think far too highly of demselves. I know that I have a lot left to prove, and I have a lot of opportunities on de horizon. Chris Chaos is washed up, and his pension checks are running out so he need to come back so he can shave de grey out of his beard. Retirement has been rough, eh Chris? Not the sipping coffee by de fire that chu would have expected? Well, damn.....just another failure by Chris Chaos. Chu can't even retire right, chico! Chu left dis business after chu fell harder than a fat man off a cliff and landed into de clutches of APEX. They played chu like a fiddle, and chu went along with it. Robert Main kicked chor ass and sent chu packing. Chu claim guys like Soldier were an inspiration for chu to get into dis business? Newsflash hermano, chu es NEVER going to be like Soldier. Not only did he do what chu failed--numerous times I may add--to do, but he is just flat out better than chu. I, Hanari Carnes, have done what chu couldn't. I beat Apex, I took their belts, and quite frankly, Soldier just finish de job. Now chu want to come back and praise the new talent, praise how de new wave has "cut de fat" and presented a new look to de company........."

Hanari scratches his head, raising his eyebrow, then looks back at the camera.

".....puta......CHU ARE DE FAT! Chu are the old model of boring here in XWF...chu es everything chu praised de new era for eliminating. I see a little time off did no help wit chor constant contridcitions, did it, ese? Chu es de same old Chris Chaos.....but now that chu see that all of de chico's who kicked chor ass for years are gone, chu think you can have a fresh start and actually matter to someone. Have chu even won a match in recent memory mang? I try to find film on de great "Chris Chaos" and all I seem to see is chu losing, then throwing a fit, then saying chu will win de next one, then rinse and repeat. The fact that chu needed to be billed on de card as a Mystery Competitor proves my point even further. If Chris Chaos was on the card, nobody would care because nobody is afraid of chu anymore, but Mystery Competitor puts a little bit out doubt into the minds that you fail to provide. Chu know nobody take chor ass seriously anymore mang....why even bother? At dis point, chu should just show up as special guest apperance, wave to some fans, sigh some autographs for those who need to make 5 dollars at a local pawn shop, and hit de road. Come in as a novelty Chris, because chu has no chance of winning.

Jim Jimson....holy hell mang. Everyone give me shit because it is tough to understand sometimes what I say because of de language barrier....de accent.....good lord what chu say is just pure chaos. Pun intended. It makes no sense. Chu es saying words just to say words. To get a response. Shock value. Chu es de Howard Stern of XWF. But not new, soft, liberal Howard Stern but 90's shock-jock Howard Stern. Chu make people laugh, funny man, but chu really bring little else to de table. You put de entertainment in sports entertainment, but take the sport out of it. Chu look like a in de ring mang. Time and time again they give chu these opportunities, as you claim, but you've never done anything with them. Stuck with a thumb up your ass chico. They give you dese chances because someone is entertained by chor dumb ass but all chu do is make the booker look dumb. Chu should be ashamed!

And....Ned......chu has been in de ring with me mang. Chu know what I can do. This time will be no different, holmes. Chu will have some entertaining promo's, make de people watching at home chuckle between hand fulls of Pringles and 2 liters of soda, den fade in oblivion again because be honest...chu can't fight. Just give up.

Missa Kaye. We meet again. We have had some battles now. Chu know what Hanari can do in de ring. I pushed you to the limit and beyond, and this time it will be no different. Chu may be the most entertaining in ring performer we have, but athleticism and frat-boy looks only gets you so far in dis business mang. Hanari has good looks but a hard nose, smash-mouth style. I want to break your arm, I want to make chu scream holmes. Make chu beg. Once Hanari lock in the arm breaker it is game over. The new era is upon us, and this "good guy" has a little bad left in him. Get ready holmes, because Hanari is done being the scapegoat for other people's success.]]> <![CDATA[TO SOUTH AFRICA WITH HATE - Final Promo]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35545 Fri, 29 Nov 2019 16:17:30 -0800 Kris The Hammer Von Bonn]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35545


Rosebank Hotel
Johannesburg
South Africa

Kris The Hammer Valentine was sitting on a three seater couch in his hotel room in Johannesburg, South Africa. Him, Melanie Crayzee Childs and their boss Antony The Jerk had arrived the night before.

Kris had decided now was the right time to do his final promo before the Lethal Lottery Pay Per View.

He gave the go ahead to the XWF camera man who was reluctant to start without Antony, but he had no choice but to go live to the XWF Universe on Kris's stern say so.

Knowing that he was now live, Kris took a minute, before he began.

"So here's a question that all of the XWF locker room is asking about that Du Hurensohn that is Centurion... Does he have a heart?"

"We know the dreksau has one hart. That's the XWF Hart Championship. The question begs belief that WHEN I take that Hart away from him will his other heart beat?"

"The answer to that is NO. That Du Hurensohn thinks he is above everyone else. He does not have the right. Only the Universal Champion should have the right. Not someone as low down as the Hart Champion."

Kris sits forward on the couch smiling.

"But the Arshloch will just say that he has the right because he is a former Universal Champion. No Arscgeige, you do not have the right because you need to tb the current uni champ in order to reign over everyone. Are you the current Uni champ Der Deep? No you are not. You my sir need to know your place."

Kris lifts up his hammer to show the camera for the first time.

"And after I'm finished with you at Lethal Lottery, you will certainly know your place then. Then you can gehzumteufel."

"So now that all of the introductions are out of the way, let me reply to all of your crap that you seem to have regurgitated over the last few weeks. I'm going to reply to most of your bullshit."


Kris stands up and walks off camera, and comes back on pushing a smaller table with a computer on it. He sits back down.

"So I've gone through your so called last one and a half promos and highlighted the verbal attacks you made against me and I will respond in kind to you. So sit back der trottel and open your ears."

Kris pushes a button on his laptop and Centurion's first message came on screen.

Centurion the Arschloch Said:Kris, let me let you in on a little secret – being German isn’t a personality trait. You actually have to do something, SAY something interesting in order to be taken seriously.

"Let me let you in on a little secret, Der Deep. You aren't all that, that you make yourself out to be. I have studied youz and I know where you have gone so very wrong over the years. I'm astute. That's why I am so made of stone, so to speak. I don't suffer fools like. You, you are a fool. Plain and simple."


Again Centurion pushes the same lap top button.

Centurion the Arscgeige Said:And you don’t. You never have. I don’t want to hop on the “Antony writes your promos for you” train, but if he doesn’t, he sure as hell gives you an outline. And if that was the only thing bad about you, it would be forgivable.

"I don't know where you got the idea that Mr The Jerk writes my own promos for me. You must have pulled that idea out of your butt crack. That's the most likeliest place that I think you got it from."

"Pull a shit from your butt crack, fling it, and hopes it sticks, seems to be your motto. I feel sorry for you if you are having to do that."

"Let me let you in to another secret. It's called off the cuff thinking. I'm sure you would have heard about it. That's how real professionals do this job. And you are not a real professional. You think you are but that's just sad."

DU HURENSOHN Said:But it’s not. There’s also your wrestling, which may be worse than your boring personality. It’s clear your not professionally trained.

"Once again Der Trottel, you are so very wrong. You've fallen short of the mark yet again. It's so painful to watch. I WAS professionally trained. One kinda has to be to make it in a business like the XWF. But like I said before you don't have a professional bone in your body. You use your mouth to sling accusations and rely on your technique to get you through."

"As for you constantly calling me boring, I rather be boring than be an Arschloch or an Arscgeige, like yourself."


Centurion the Drecksau Said:I know you have this “I’m a tough guy from East Germany”, a country that no longer exists, thing going for you, but it takes more than toughness to win in the XWF.

"Once again another attempt to pull shit from your crack and fling it and hope it sticks and once again it falls wide of the mark and makes you look bad."

"I'm from Bonn, Germany you Der Trottel. Use to be called West Germany. I wasn't born in East Germany. So you need to check your facts dumb fuck."

"I am tough. I've proven it so far, but I'll prove it again come Sunday. You aren't going to like the results. I did warn you though."

Centurion the Der Trottel Said:I’m going to give you the same advice I gave Melanie – drop Antony.

"Listen up shit for brains and listen closely. Here's my advice to you."

Kris stands up suddenly, grabs his hammer and chucks it at the camera. The force of the camera hitting it makes the camera fall over. As the camera man quickly gets to work to reset the camera, Kris can be seen giving the fingers to the live feed.

Kris composes himself and sits down and waits for the camera to be readjusted.

"Here's a thought. Do us all a favor and drop your manager. He's obviously exploited you into making a huge mistake. So instead of calling me out to drop Mr The Jerk, you need to do so yourself."

DU HURENSOHN Said:He’s an anchor around your neck. He offers nothing to you, and he attracts all the attention. He talks a lot of shit, then sends you to the ring to back him up, only for you to get slapped around like a child.

"You are acting like a spoilt brat because you clearing can't see anything out of that one eye of yours that you feel you need to offer advice to others when your own world isn't perfect."

"That Hart title is an anchor that makes you more despised but you can't see how you are so out of touch with reality, that it won't surprise me, that when I beat you on Sunday, your so called reality will smack you in the face to wake you the hell up, and face the true reality. Yours truly as the new Hart Champion. Then you really will have something to bitch about."

Quote:Every time someone talks about you, they talk about Antony first. Hell, I just did it myself.

"Well duh. Mr The Jerk usually speaks first so you are just only stating the blooming obvious. You're just an oblivious Arschloch."

"I know why you want to talk about him so much. Your jealous, and you are so clearly in love with him. Poor Centurion. Your secret is out."

Quote:As far as this match goes…well, I think we already know what’s about to happen. Even you have to admit you can’t win.

"You are right we all know whats about to happened. That I am going to be the next Hart Champion, and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm younger than you, I'm faster than you. I have your number and I know how to call it in."

Centurion the Arschloch Said:What I CAN tell you is that you, in your current form, with your current set of skills, are going to be absolutely shit stomped in South Africa. I’m going to dog walk you, and you can take it as either a learning experience, or as a lesson to get out of this business.
Quote:"If you think you are going to 'shit stomp' me then you really are delusional, and just another reason why you should be Hart Champion. I'm taking the HART off of you because I'm ready now, not when you think I am."

[quote=Der Deep]Kris and Antony, you two are going about this the wrong way. It’s clear by hearing Kris talk, and by seeing the metaphorical shock collar Antony has around his neck, that you are uncomfortable with having Kris speak.

"In your dreams I can't speak but this is the real world Centurion and I know how to speak. You can say whatyour you want by your dirty mouth political interfering speak but to the rest of us it's just plain bushit."

[quote=Centurion]Kris…this isn’t personal. I don’t think about you when I go to bed at night.

"That's where you have it all wrong, Arscgeige. To me this is personal and I do think you go to bed thinking about me. How else do you come up with so much bullshit. You dream it up and then you spew your conversation. You know what I think about that?"

"Well I think we've heard quite enough horse manure for one day. I'll leave you with this thought...."

"I'm coming to Lethal Lottery to cash in my lottery ticket and takes what is mine. What is mine is that Hart Championship. It's my time now. Your time is at an end because we've heard enough bull coming out of your geriatric mouth for one life time."

"Centurion. You are humpty dumpty. Your the egg that fell off the wall and all the kings men and all the kings horses couldn't put you back together. You just need to come to terms with it like the nimrod that you are."

"I'm your peer, I'm also the judge, and as your peer I will be judging you, laying down a verdict, and delivering you to a sentence as the former Hart Champion."

"I will stand tall as the new Hart champion and there's nothing more than you can say and do on the subject. See you soon.
Du Hurensohn."

Kris gets up, retreives his hammer from where it fell and heads out of the room. The camera fades out.]]>


Rosebank Hotel
Johannesburg
South Africa

Kris The Hammer Valentine was sitting on a three seater couch in his hotel room in Johannesburg, South Africa. Him, Melanie Crayzee Childs and their boss Antony The Jerk had arrived the night before.

Kris had decided now was the right time to do his final promo before the Lethal Lottery Pay Per View.

He gave the go ahead to the XWF camera man who was reluctant to start without Antony, but he had no choice but to go live to the XWF Universe on Kris's stern say so.

Knowing that he was now live, Kris took a minute, before he began.

"So here's a question that all of the XWF locker room is asking about that Du Hurensohn that is Centurion... Does he have a heart?"

"We know the dreksau has one hart. That's the XWF Hart Championship. The question begs belief that WHEN I take that Hart away from him will his other heart beat?"

"The answer to that is NO. That Du Hurensohn thinks he is above everyone else. He does not have the right. Only the Universal Champion should have the right. Not someone as low down as the Hart Champion."

Kris sits forward on the couch smiling.

"But the Arshloch will just say that he has the right because he is a former Universal Champion. No Arscgeige, you do not have the right because you need to tb the current uni champ in order to reign over everyone. Are you the current Uni champ Der Deep? No you are not. You my sir need to know your place."

Kris lifts up his hammer to show the camera for the first time.

"And after I'm finished with you at Lethal Lottery, you will certainly know your place then. Then you can gehzumteufel."

"So now that all of the introductions are out of the way, let me reply to all of your crap that you seem to have regurgitated over the last few weeks. I'm going to reply to most of your bullshit."


Kris stands up and walks off camera, and comes back on pushing a smaller table with a computer on it. He sits back down.

"So I've gone through your so called last one and a half promos and highlighted the verbal attacks you made against me and I will respond in kind to you. So sit back der trottel and open your ears."

Kris pushes a button on his laptop and Centurion's first message came on screen.

Centurion the Arschloch Said:Kris, let me let you in on a little secret – being German isn’t a personality trait. You actually have to do something, SAY something interesting in order to be taken seriously.

"Let me let you in on a little secret, Der Deep. You aren't all that, that you make yourself out to be. I have studied youz and I know where you have gone so very wrong over the years. I'm astute. That's why I am so made of stone, so to speak. I don't suffer fools like. You, you are a fool. Plain and simple."


Again Centurion pushes the same lap top button.

Centurion the Arscgeige Said:And you don’t. You never have. I don’t want to hop on the “Antony writes your promos for you” train, but if he doesn’t, he sure as hell gives you an outline. And if that was the only thing bad about you, it would be forgivable.

"I don't know where you got the idea that Mr The Jerk writes my own promos for me. You must have pulled that idea out of your butt crack. That's the most likeliest place that I think you got it from."

"Pull a shit from your butt crack, fling it, and hopes it sticks, seems to be your motto. I feel sorry for you if you are having to do that."

"Let me let you in to another secret. It's called off the cuff thinking. I'm sure you would have heard about it. That's how real professionals do this job. And you are not a real professional. You think you are but that's just sad."

DU HURENSOHN Said:But it’s not. There’s also your wrestling, which may be worse than your boring personality. It’s clear your not professionally trained.

"Once again Der Trottel, you are so very wrong. You've fallen short of the mark yet again. It's so painful to watch. I WAS professionally trained. One kinda has to be to make it in a business like the XWF. But like I said before you don't have a professional bone in your body. You use your mouth to sling accusations and rely on your technique to get you through."

"As for you constantly calling me boring, I rather be boring than be an Arschloch or an Arscgeige, like yourself."


Centurion the Drecksau Said:I know you have this “I’m a tough guy from East Germany”, a country that no longer exists, thing going for you, but it takes more than toughness to win in the XWF.

"Once again another attempt to pull shit from your crack and fling it and hope it sticks and once again it falls wide of the mark and makes you look bad."

"I'm from Bonn, Germany you Der Trottel. Use to be called West Germany. I wasn't born in East Germany. So you need to check your facts dumb fuck."

"I am tough. I've proven it so far, but I'll prove it again come Sunday. You aren't going to like the results. I did warn you though."

Centurion the Der Trottel Said:I’m going to give you the same advice I gave Melanie – drop Antony.

"Listen up shit for brains and listen closely. Here's my advice to you."

Kris stands up suddenly, grabs his hammer and chucks it at the camera. The force of the camera hitting it makes the camera fall over. As the camera man quickly gets to work to reset the camera, Kris can be seen giving the fingers to the live feed.

Kris composes himself and sits down and waits for the camera to be readjusted.

"Here's a thought. Do us all a favor and drop your manager. He's obviously exploited you into making a huge mistake. So instead of calling me out to drop Mr The Jerk, you need to do so yourself."

DU HURENSOHN Said:He’s an anchor around your neck. He offers nothing to you, and he attracts all the attention. He talks a lot of shit, then sends you to the ring to back him up, only for you to get slapped around like a child.

"You are acting like a spoilt brat because you clearing can't see anything out of that one eye of yours that you feel you need to offer advice to others when your own world isn't perfect."

"That Hart title is an anchor that makes you more despised but you can't see how you are so out of touch with reality, that it won't surprise me, that when I beat you on Sunday, your so called reality will smack you in the face to wake you the hell up, and face the true reality. Yours truly as the new Hart Champion. Then you really will have something to bitch about."

Quote:Every time someone talks about you, they talk about Antony first. Hell, I just did it myself.

"Well duh. Mr The Jerk usually speaks first so you are just only stating the blooming obvious. You're just an oblivious Arschloch."

"I know why you want to talk about him so much. Your jealous, and you are so clearly in love with him. Poor Centurion. Your secret is out."

Quote:As far as this match goes…well, I think we already know what’s about to happen. Even you have to admit you can’t win.

"You are right we all know whats about to happened. That I am going to be the next Hart Champion, and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm younger than you, I'm faster than you. I have your number and I know how to call it in."

Centurion the Arschloch Said:What I CAN tell you is that you, in your current form, with your current set of skills, are going to be absolutely shit stomped in South Africa. I’m going to dog walk you, and you can take it as either a learning experience, or as a lesson to get out of this business.
Quote:"If you think you are going to 'shit stomp' me then you really are delusional, and just another reason why you should be Hart Champion. I'm taking the HART off of you because I'm ready now, not when you think I am."

[quote=Der Deep]Kris and Antony, you two are going about this the wrong way. It’s clear by hearing Kris talk, and by seeing the metaphorical shock collar Antony has around his neck, that you are uncomfortable with having Kris speak.

"In your dreams I can't speak but this is the real world Centurion and I know how to speak. You can say whatyour you want by your dirty mouth political interfering speak but to the rest of us it's just plain bushit."

[quote=Centurion]Kris…this isn’t personal. I don’t think about you when I go to bed at night.

"That's where you have it all wrong, Arscgeige. To me this is personal and I do think you go to bed thinking about me. How else do you come up with so much bullshit. You dream it up and then you spew your conversation. You know what I think about that?"

"Well I think we've heard quite enough horse manure for one day. I'll leave you with this thought...."

"I'm coming to Lethal Lottery to cash in my lottery ticket and takes what is mine. What is mine is that Hart Championship. It's my time now. Your time is at an end because we've heard enough bull coming out of your geriatric mouth for one life time."

"Centurion. You are humpty dumpty. Your the egg that fell off the wall and all the kings men and all the kings horses couldn't put you back together. You just need to come to terms with it like the nimrod that you are."

"I'm your peer, I'm also the judge, and as your peer I will be judging you, laying down a verdict, and delivering you to a sentence as the former Hart Champion."

"I will stand tall as the new Hart champion and there's nothing more than you can say and do on the subject. See you soon.
Du Hurensohn."

Kris gets up, retreives his hammer from where it fell and heads out of the room. The camera fades out.]]> <![CDATA[Betrayal of the mind- Part 3 (Final Part)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35550 Fri, 29 Nov 2019 15:26:04 -0800 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35550




http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35264 (part 1)

http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35298 (part 2)


Scully will be competing at the Lethal Lottery pay-per-view this coming Sunday in a fatal four way match to determine a number one contender for the Television Championship. Three other men stand in his way; Thunder Knuckles, Donovan Blackwater and Kieran Overton. 

On the 2nd of November, Scully was on Savage teaming with Boris against Big D and Fuzz In the first round of Lethal Lottery. Just four days later (the 6th of November for all you thickos out there) on Warfare, Scully would challenge Unknown Soldier for the XWF Universal Championship. Scully suffered defeat in both of those matches. But before he even competed on those shows, Skull had a mess to get out of. He was involved in a sticky situation. Not the sort where you wake up with sticky boxer shorts. Not that a grown man should still have wet dreams, unless your name is Drezdin of course but the sort of sticky situations where you feel helpless, ya know? Helpless like Thunder Knuckles will be when Scully is kicking his teeth down his throat! Where it looked as though you might not have even made the events you were scheduled to be at. Something that Maverick used to do, willingly; NO show. Something Scully has NEVER done. Because by hook or crook, Scully will ALWAYS show up if he says he's going to be there! Scully had nowhere to go in the lead up to both those cards but he did make it. He did show up. He did compete and make his opponents work hard for their victories, after all he is no slouch. 

So the question is; How did Scully escape the situation he was in? I mean we don't know do we? Cuz we never found out! Now you get to see what happened!

Monday 27th October 2019
Somewhere in…..
Miami, Florida
8pm and onwards…

Scully was in dire straits. He was a helpless victim who was stuck in some dim, cellar against his will. He had been drugged, hit with a baseball bat and now? Now, he had nowhere to go! He was tied up in a chair and at the mercy of a well respected, politician by the name of Jeffrey Campbell. Jeffrey is the father of a young man named Jack. Jack is the guy who smashed his pick up truck into the cab that was escorting Scully home in July 2018. Scully didn't make it home that night, he ended up in hospital, in intensive care, which would put him on the shelf for a number of months. The cab driver, whose name was Kyle, unfortunately lost his life. 

It may have happened well over a year ago but something about that night didn't sit right with Scully. His willingness to find out the truth, echoed in his mind and would subsequently put him in a difficult position. He attended the scene of the accident and took it upon himself to ring the doorbell of the closest house of the incident. This is where he met Jeffrey. And now Jeffrey has held Scully hostage for over 24 hours. 

Skull sat with his eyes wide open, roaming around the cellar walls and ceiling, which he had now become all so familiar with. Staring at the vintage wine, that was nicely placed on the wine rack. He could probably memorize them all now. His mouth still taped. Of course he had tried to escape but to no avail. Jeffrey wasn't stupid enough to put Scully in the middle of the room, with the chance he could break free. Not only was Scully tied up, so was the chair itself. It had actually been tied around a large wine barrel, which was full. Thick rope around the back of the chair and the legs of the chair. No chance of flinging the chair back or moving it in any direction. 

The creaking of the cellar door opens as more than one set of footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs. Skull looked up to see Jeffrey suited and booted, smirking, he was followed by two hench looking men, who also wore suits. They were your normal, muscular bone heads, whose facial expressions never changed. Always serious and just there to obviously to do business. Jeffrey stood in front of Scully, the two men stood either side. 

Jeffrey:"Nice to see you haven't escaped!"Jeffrey said sarcastically.

Jeffrey:"You should've left well alone. But you couldn't could you? You should be grateful you were alive and able to go back to wrestling in your underpants. But instead you came to my front door, with questions in your mind. Questions, you wouldn't like the answers too.

I knew you wouldn't go away.

You know the truth now and well… I can't risk you living to tell the tale. Not that anyone would believe you anyway. But just so you know, the evidence I showed you this morning.. 

Has been destroyed!

No more CCTV footage! No more proof!

Jeffrey grabbed a chair and placed it in front of Scully. He then places a clean cushion on the chair before sitting his butt down on it.


Jeffrey:"Yep. Gone. Deleted. Removed. But still….

I can't have you jeopardising my reputation or ruining my son's future. In fact, I'm sick of seeing the sight of you! 

It's a shame that your boy will now grow up without a dad! Your fiancée will never get to marry you! No more wrestling! You will NEVER do what you love the most… Again! Not that you'll win anything, anytime soon. I'm saving you the embarrassment. No University title opportunity…"

Jeffrey leans in and rips the tape away from Scully's mouth.

"Firstly, it's the Universal title! 

Secondly, you're right, if you don't get rid off me now when you get the chance.. Then I'm afraid you won't get another opportunity! 

I won't pretend that this never happened!"

Jeffrey chuckles before standing up from the chair and slapping Scully hard around the cheek. 

Jeffrey:"Anyway, I have an important meeting I have to attend. I won't be back for a couple of days or so.

It was nice meeting you!"

"Have a nice life… You Cunt!"

Scully grinned as Jeffrey frowned. Jeffrey looks at the two henchmen and nods before making his way back up the cellar stairs, exiting the scene…

Jeffrey had left Scully to the two henchmen. Needless to say it was going to be curtains for Scully. The two henchmen simultaneously pull out a pair black gloves from their pockets before putting them on their hands. Skull looked at them as they approached the chair he was trapped in. 

[Image: oAW1ots.png]

The henchman on the left, who can be described as caucasian with a bald shiny head and a goatee, had hit Scully with a big right hook into the side of his face. Scully's head turned on the impact and blood dripped from his mouth. Skull felt it alright but he simply smirked,

"Wow… Just wow. Your hard ain't ya?!" Scully said sarcastically.

This time it's the henchman who stood to Scully's right, who had dark skin with dreads in a ponytail and a beard, had hit Skull on the other side of Scully's head, leaving him with blood dripping from his ear. Once again, Skull felt the pain but he had to poke the bears, so to speak. 

"I guess you feel tough right? Hitting a man when his hands are tied behind his back?! Legs are tied. Not to mention stuck in a chair…"

Dreads: "I guess you're more stupid than you look!"

Dreads pulls out a pen knife from his pocket and flicks the blade out, he hacks at the strong, ropes from Scully's hands which were at the back of the chair. Skull smirks as he grabs dreads by his dreads, pulling them hard before getting sliced on the arm with the knife. Skull has a gash in his arm now and baldy gives Scully an elbow to the jaw. Skull is seeing stars now and the rest of the ropes are cut away from his body, legs and released from the wine barrel. Dreads kicks the back of the chair and Skull flops to the floor. Baldy then gives Skull a boot to the ribs,

Baldy:"You see Scully, we know you. We know wrestling. Me and Dreads here, are fans. We know that somewhere in there you could've been good. You could have been the man of the XWF! But NO!..."

Baldy stomps on Scully's ankle as Skull yells in pain.

Baldy:"That's for making a mockery of the XWF Universal Championship…

Losing to that piece of shit, Peter Gilmour!"

Dreads:"Yeah and this is for not only losing the XWF Xtreme Championship to Ghost Tank but for wasting potential…"

Dreads stands on Scully's fingers…

Dreads:"I like you, Scully and this what pisses me off more! 


We lay waste to those who waste their lives away!"


Baldy places the cushion that was on Jeffrey's chair on Skulls head and holds it down. Dreads pulls out a 9mm pistol and points it towards Scully's head…


[Image: yooeZJf.jpg]


SCULLY ISN'T DEAD! That wasn't the gun, that was the sound of the wall breaking down. Smoke filled the air as both Dreads and Baldy look up…. A shadowy figure walked through the thick fog, stepping over the bricks…


Here he was, not one but two uzi's in his hands and a big, pink dildo hanging from his mouth like he was smoking a Cuban cigar…


Shane !



Shane fires the uzi guns at the henchmen before they can even react, firing…. POTATOES at them. Spuds nailing the henchmen bodies, head, even knocking the pistol to the other side of the cellar at a fast, rapid pace. picks up Scully from the ground and chucks him over his shoulder. walks towards the large hole he created. The henchmen struggle to their feet, pointing their pistols at before the cellar ceiling falls on them. Leaving them under a mass of rubble…..


saved Scully!


"It's me… It's me… It's 

S-C-U-DOUBLE L-Y… Scully. 

#MADE4TV


I know I'm not everyone's cuppa tea, people despise me around the world, hate on me. But haters only hate because you are jealous. Jealous off me! Some of you dislike me cuz I am British, an English rose, born and bred in Birmingham. Don't like a Brummie, a man who isn't American? That is fine, by order of the Peaky Blinders, I say go fuck yourself! If it's war you want, it's war you shall get!


Still annoyed that The Union is the greatest stable in XWF history… Ever! Fuck the likes of The Shitty Cocksucking Kings! Apex and their same-sex, well… Sex! Those two fat Brotherfuckers.. The Incest Brother Blackwater… Fuck em' all. No one made a bigger impact than The Union in such a short space of time. The Union will always be the best and rest assured I was apart of it. We ran the shows, we made The Union Jack fly high!


Still bitching that I dethroned 'Bummer Boy' Vinnie Lane, for the XWF Universal  Championship after holding the title for so long.. The horror! I beat your favourite glam guy! Get over it! How old is he now? And he still wears those leather pants like a transvestite! 


Angry that I allowed Peter Gilmour to become the Universal Champion, when he couldn't win it, in one hundred attempts prior. Annoyed I let Ghost Wank pin me for the XWF Xtreme Champion, all because I wouldn't play the childish game of not letting him.. EVER win it.


Still hating on me and now my Flock of Tards. Some people can't stand the fact that I… Scully, am doing a good thing and keeping the Tards off the streets! You want my poor Lenny to walk in a local store, look at the top shelf and start wanking over the tits on the cover?! You only have to look at Daniel aka Sloth and he will think you have an issue with him, he'll pick you up by your scrawny throat and throw you through a window. You don't want none of that either! I have plenty of love too, believe it or not! Fans, people appreciate what I am doing. Mother's and father's, whose children have down syndrome, being looked at in a peculiar way because they look different to others… Appreciate me!

My face is on quite a few 'Special buses' roaming around Miami and soon the whole entire state of Florida. And then the whole of America! Parts of England, have my face on billboards everywhere. I have CBeebies contacting me daily, asking me to replace that nimrod Justin Fletcher on their program, 'Something Special!' Because I am the GIFT to them!


Adults or children who have Down syndrome are the most loving people in the world! Yeah sure they may be annoying at times but some of you out there, wish you had half the hearts as my Lenny or Tom! Some of you wish you had an ounce of the brain that Ruby has! Yeah sure she's stuck in a wheelchair but that girl is intelligent! She'd out class you on a game of scrabble! Just because Sloth has deformed face, which isn't his fault, his isn't beautiful on the inside! Charlotte may have cerebral palsy, but I'd trust her to bring me over a freshly brewed cuppa tea than a lot of you morons!


Some people think I am doing this as a mockery. Well shame on you! I am gonna make you haters, hate me even more come Lethal Lottery when I win the fatal four way match to become the number one contender for the XWF Television Championship. 


Good ol' noodle head, Thunder 'Sells his mum's infected vagina for 10 Bux' Knuckles… 

I may have considered you as the possible favourite but don't get it twisted, it means jack shit! Plenty of times the favourite loses out, plenty of times the horse with the best odds fails to finish first! And that is no different in this situation. You may feel all confident and believe you have the victory in the bag but you're about to have the shock of your life, when in reality, come Lethal Lottery, your just gonna be the loser! Guess what? I heard XWF don't pay bux to losers… Ol' shit! Better get selling them 'Small Willy Porn' DVD's that you're the main attraction in, down the local market! 

Just to clarify, I wasn't actually going to buy your shitty, 2019 October Star of the Month, either! It's nothing to do with the fact that I didn't have enough bux, honestly. It's more to do with the fact that I already have July 2016 Star of the Month and you'll NEVER get that! Hahaha so why would I want yours? When I have that! Mine is one of a kind, bitch! So is yours but regardless, they'll NEVER be a 2016 July one again! 


Not only that but that shitty customized belt you made? The one you had to pause on it, zoom in on it, to see the damn thing? Well yeah, that's exactly what it is.. Shitty. Shitty 50 cent machine crap! It's nothing in comparison to the XWF Championship, held by the 'Tarded Monster' known as Sloth….



See? Absolutely stunning isn't it? So take your cheap, piece of shite and shove it up your noodle pubic haired, ass!


And….


Did I really sit through that pathetic excuse of a promo by Donovan Blackwater? All this time I wait in anticipation, hoping to see some recognition of desire to win the number one contenders match and he basically said that he hopes Thunder Knuckles wins? What the fuck is that about?! So why bother cutting a promo in the first place? Huh? Why bother showing up at all? I got a better idea…

Stay in the back you useless fuckwit! Try and find that Peter Gilmour fat version lookalike, Kieran whatever and play a game called 'Find the other guys testicles!' You two can play that whilst me and Thunder Knuckles compete for a shot at the T.V Championship, how's that?!


I pity the fools! Thunder Knuckles, it will be one of us and that one will be….


Scully!

Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"

OOC: Thanks to Shane for letting me use his character!
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http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35264 (part 1)

http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35298 (part 2)


Scully will be competing at the Lethal Lottery pay-per-view this coming Sunday in a fatal four way match to determine a number one contender for the Television Championship. Three other men stand in his way; Thunder Knuckles, Donovan Blackwater and Kieran Overton. 

On the 2nd of November, Scully was on Savage teaming with Boris against Big D and Fuzz In the first round of Lethal Lottery. Just four days later (the 6th of November for all you thickos out there) on Warfare, Scully would challenge Unknown Soldier for the XWF Universal Championship. Scully suffered defeat in both of those matches. But before he even competed on those shows, Skull had a mess to get out of. He was involved in a sticky situation. Not the sort where you wake up with sticky boxer shorts. Not that a grown man should still have wet dreams, unless your name is Drezdin of course but the sort of sticky situations where you feel helpless, ya know? Helpless like Thunder Knuckles will be when Scully is kicking his teeth down his throat! Where it looked as though you might not have even made the events you were scheduled to be at. Something that Maverick used to do, willingly; NO show. Something Scully has NEVER done. Because by hook or crook, Scully will ALWAYS show up if he says he's going to be there! Scully had nowhere to go in the lead up to both those cards but he did make it. He did show up. He did compete and make his opponents work hard for their victories, after all he is no slouch. 

So the question is; How did Scully escape the situation he was in? I mean we don't know do we? Cuz we never found out! Now you get to see what happened!

Monday 27th October 2019
Somewhere in…..
Miami, Florida
8pm and onwards…

Scully was in dire straits. He was a helpless victim who was stuck in some dim, cellar against his will. He had been drugged, hit with a baseball bat and now? Now, he had nowhere to go! He was tied up in a chair and at the mercy of a well respected, politician by the name of Jeffrey Campbell. Jeffrey is the father of a young man named Jack. Jack is the guy who smashed his pick up truck into the cab that was escorting Scully home in July 2018. Scully didn't make it home that night, he ended up in hospital, in intensive care, which would put him on the shelf for a number of months. The cab driver, whose name was Kyle, unfortunately lost his life. 

It may have happened well over a year ago but something about that night didn't sit right with Scully. His willingness to find out the truth, echoed in his mind and would subsequently put him in a difficult position. He attended the scene of the accident and took it upon himself to ring the doorbell of the closest house of the incident. This is where he met Jeffrey. And now Jeffrey has held Scully hostage for over 24 hours. 

Skull sat with his eyes wide open, roaming around the cellar walls and ceiling, which he had now become all so familiar with. Staring at the vintage wine, that was nicely placed on the wine rack. He could probably memorize them all now. His mouth still taped. Of course he had tried to escape but to no avail. Jeffrey wasn't stupid enough to put Scully in the middle of the room, with the chance he could break free. Not only was Scully tied up, so was the chair itself. It had actually been tied around a large wine barrel, which was full. Thick rope around the back of the chair and the legs of the chair. No chance of flinging the chair back or moving it in any direction. 

The creaking of the cellar door opens as more than one set of footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs. Skull looked up to see Jeffrey suited and booted, smirking, he was followed by two hench looking men, who also wore suits. They were your normal, muscular bone heads, whose facial expressions never changed. Always serious and just there to obviously to do business. Jeffrey stood in front of Scully, the two men stood either side. 

Jeffrey:"Nice to see you haven't escaped!"Jeffrey said sarcastically.

Jeffrey:"You should've left well alone. But you couldn't could you? You should be grateful you were alive and able to go back to wrestling in your underpants. But instead you came to my front door, with questions in your mind. Questions, you wouldn't like the answers too.

I knew you wouldn't go away.

You know the truth now and well… I can't risk you living to tell the tale. Not that anyone would believe you anyway. But just so you know, the evidence I showed you this morning.. 

Has been destroyed!

No more CCTV footage! No more proof!

Jeffrey grabbed a chair and placed it in front of Scully. He then places a clean cushion on the chair before sitting his butt down on it.


Jeffrey:"Yep. Gone. Deleted. Removed. But still….

I can't have you jeopardising my reputation or ruining my son's future. In fact, I'm sick of seeing the sight of you! 

It's a shame that your boy will now grow up without a dad! Your fiancée will never get to marry you! No more wrestling! You will NEVER do what you love the most… Again! Not that you'll win anything, anytime soon. I'm saving you the embarrassment. No University title opportunity…"

Jeffrey leans in and rips the tape away from Scully's mouth.

"Firstly, it's the Universal title! 

Secondly, you're right, if you don't get rid off me now when you get the chance.. Then I'm afraid you won't get another opportunity! 

I won't pretend that this never happened!"

Jeffrey chuckles before standing up from the chair and slapping Scully hard around the cheek. 

Jeffrey:"Anyway, I have an important meeting I have to attend. I won't be back for a couple of days or so.

It was nice meeting you!"

"Have a nice life… You Cunt!"

Scully grinned as Jeffrey frowned. Jeffrey looks at the two henchmen and nods before making his way back up the cellar stairs, exiting the scene…

Jeffrey had left Scully to the two henchmen. Needless to say it was going to be curtains for Scully. The two henchmen simultaneously pull out a pair black gloves from their pockets before putting them on their hands. Skull looked at them as they approached the chair he was trapped in. 

[Image: oAW1ots.png]

The henchman on the left, who can be described as caucasian with a bald shiny head and a goatee, had hit Scully with a big right hook into the side of his face. Scully's head turned on the impact and blood dripped from his mouth. Skull felt it alright but he simply smirked,

"Wow… Just wow. Your hard ain't ya?!" Scully said sarcastically.

This time it's the henchman who stood to Scully's right, who had dark skin with dreads in a ponytail and a beard, had hit Skull on the other side of Scully's head, leaving him with blood dripping from his ear. Once again, Skull felt the pain but he had to poke the bears, so to speak. 

"I guess you feel tough right? Hitting a man when his hands are tied behind his back?! Legs are tied. Not to mention stuck in a chair…"

Dreads: "I guess you're more stupid than you look!"

Dreads pulls out a pen knife from his pocket and flicks the blade out, he hacks at the strong, ropes from Scully's hands which were at the back of the chair. Skull smirks as he grabs dreads by his dreads, pulling them hard before getting sliced on the arm with the knife. Skull has a gash in his arm now and baldy gives Scully an elbow to the jaw. Skull is seeing stars now and the rest of the ropes are cut away from his body, legs and released from the wine barrel. Dreads kicks the back of the chair and Skull flops to the floor. Baldy then gives Skull a boot to the ribs,

Baldy:"You see Scully, we know you. We know wrestling. Me and Dreads here, are fans. We know that somewhere in there you could've been good. You could have been the man of the XWF! But NO!..."

Baldy stomps on Scully's ankle as Skull yells in pain.

Baldy:"That's for making a mockery of the XWF Universal Championship…

Losing to that piece of shit, Peter Gilmour!"

Dreads:"Yeah and this is for not only losing the XWF Xtreme Championship to Ghost Tank but for wasting potential…"

Dreads stands on Scully's fingers…

Dreads:"I like you, Scully and this what pisses me off more! 


We lay waste to those who waste their lives away!"


Baldy places the cushion that was on Jeffrey's chair on Skulls head and holds it down. Dreads pulls out a 9mm pistol and points it towards Scully's head…


[Image: yooeZJf.jpg]


SCULLY ISN'T DEAD! That wasn't the gun, that was the sound of the wall breaking down. Smoke filled the air as both Dreads and Baldy look up…. A shadowy figure walked through the thick fog, stepping over the bricks…


Here he was, not one but two uzi's in his hands and a big, pink dildo hanging from his mouth like he was smoking a Cuban cigar…


Shane !



Shane fires the uzi guns at the henchmen before they can even react, firing…. POTATOES at them. Spuds nailing the henchmen bodies, head, even knocking the pistol to the other side of the cellar at a fast, rapid pace. picks up Scully from the ground and chucks him over his shoulder. walks towards the large hole he created. The henchmen struggle to their feet, pointing their pistols at before the cellar ceiling falls on them. Leaving them under a mass of rubble…..


saved Scully!


"It's me… It's me… It's 

S-C-U-DOUBLE L-Y… Scully. 

#MADE4TV


I know I'm not everyone's cuppa tea, people despise me around the world, hate on me. But haters only hate because you are jealous. Jealous off me! Some of you dislike me cuz I am British, an English rose, born and bred in Birmingham. Don't like a Brummie, a man who isn't American? That is fine, by order of the Peaky Blinders, I say go fuck yourself! If it's war you want, it's war you shall get!


Still annoyed that The Union is the greatest stable in XWF history… Ever! Fuck the likes of The Shitty Cocksucking Kings! Apex and their same-sex, well… Sex! Those two fat Brotherfuckers.. The Incest Brother Blackwater… Fuck em' all. No one made a bigger impact than The Union in such a short space of time. The Union will always be the best and rest assured I was apart of it. We ran the shows, we made The Union Jack fly high!


Still bitching that I dethroned 'Bummer Boy' Vinnie Lane, for the XWF Universal  Championship after holding the title for so long.. The horror! I beat your favourite glam guy! Get over it! How old is he now? And he still wears those leather pants like a transvestite! 


Angry that I allowed Peter Gilmour to become the Universal Champion, when he couldn't win it, in one hundred attempts prior. Annoyed I let Ghost Wank pin me for the XWF Xtreme Champion, all because I wouldn't play the childish game of not letting him.. EVER win it.


Still hating on me and now my Flock of Tards. Some people can't stand the fact that I… Scully, am doing a good thing and keeping the Tards off the streets! You want my poor Lenny to walk in a local store, look at the top shelf and start wanking over the tits on the cover?! You only have to look at Daniel aka Sloth and he will think you have an issue with him, he'll pick you up by your scrawny throat and throw you through a window. You don't want none of that either! I have plenty of love too, believe it or not! Fans, people appreciate what I am doing. Mother's and father's, whose children have down syndrome, being looked at in a peculiar way because they look different to others… Appreciate me!

My face is on quite a few 'Special buses' roaming around Miami and soon the whole entire state of Florida. And then the whole of America! Parts of England, have my face on billboards everywhere. I have CBeebies contacting me daily, asking me to replace that nimrod Justin Fletcher on their program, 'Something Special!' Because I am the GIFT to them!


Adults or children who have Down syndrome are the most loving people in the world! Yeah sure they may be annoying at times but some of you out there, wish you had half the hearts as my Lenny or Tom! Some of you wish you had an ounce of the brain that Ruby has! Yeah sure she's stuck in a wheelchair but that girl is intelligent! She'd out class you on a game of scrabble! Just because Sloth has deformed face, which isn't his fault, his isn't beautiful on the inside! Charlotte may have cerebral palsy, but I'd trust her to bring me over a freshly brewed cuppa tea than a lot of you morons!


Some people think I am doing this as a mockery. Well shame on you! I am gonna make you haters, hate me even more come Lethal Lottery when I win the fatal four way match to become the number one contender for the XWF Television Championship. 


Good ol' noodle head, Thunder 'Sells his mum's infected vagina for 10 Bux' Knuckles… 

I may have considered you as the possible favourite but don't get it twisted, it means jack shit! Plenty of times the favourite loses out, plenty of times the horse with the best odds fails to finish first! And that is no different in this situation. You may feel all confident and believe you have the victory in the bag but you're about to have the shock of your life, when in reality, come Lethal Lottery, your just gonna be the loser! Guess what? I heard XWF don't pay bux to losers… Ol' shit! Better get selling them 'Small Willy Porn' DVD's that you're the main attraction in, down the local market! 

Just to clarify, I wasn't actually going to buy your shitty, 2019 October Star of the Month, either! It's nothing to do with the fact that I didn't have enough bux, honestly. It's more to do with the fact that I already have July 2016 Star of the Month and you'll NEVER get that! Hahaha so why would I want yours? When I have that! Mine is one of a kind, bitch! So is yours but regardless, they'll NEVER be a 2016 July one again! 


Not only that but that shitty customized belt you made? The one you had to pause on it, zoom in on it, to see the damn thing? Well yeah, that's exactly what it is.. Shitty. Shitty 50 cent machine crap! It's nothing in comparison to the XWF Championship, held by the 'Tarded Monster' known as Sloth….



See? Absolutely stunning isn't it? So take your cheap, piece of shite and shove it up your noodle pubic haired, ass!


And….


Did I really sit through that pathetic excuse of a promo by Donovan Blackwater? All this time I wait in anticipation, hoping to see some recognition of desire to win the number one contenders match and he basically said that he hopes Thunder Knuckles wins? What the fuck is that about?! So why bother cutting a promo in the first place? Huh? Why bother showing up at all? I got a better idea…

Stay in the back you useless fuckwit! Try and find that Peter Gilmour fat version lookalike, Kieran whatever and play a game called 'Find the other guys testicles!' You two can play that whilst me and Thunder Knuckles compete for a shot at the T.V Championship, how's that?!


I pity the fools! Thunder Knuckles, it will be one of us and that one will be….


Scully!

Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"

OOC: Thanks to Shane for letting me use his character!
]]> <![CDATA[The Pink Mist and Ruby Issue 2 (part 2)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35556 Fri, 29 Nov 2019 13:34:50 -0800 Ruby]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=35556 From Ruby’s Go-Pro...

We’re met with Ruby holding the camera at arm’s length, pointed at her own masked face. The outline of her yellow-green outfit can be seen at the screen’s edge. Ruby does a quick snap ‘n point at the camera.

Ruby: ”Howdy doodle-doo! Ish ya girl Rubes, back in the old outfit! Yeah, yeah, I know what y’all are thinking. [i]’Wow. That Anarchy title sure went to her head! One victory over Sarah Lacklan and she thinks she’s the savior of the world again!’ Well, I can understand it if you feel like that, but the truth is… I’m not wearing this suit because I am 100% convinced of my worthiness, but because I need to set someone straight. A girl who needs my help, or at least that’s what I believe. Of course everybody knows I’m talking about Vita Valenteen, the girl I hope to face in the Lethal Lottery final. But to do that, we need to make sure we’re on the same page. Ironic is what it is. And that’s easier said than done.”

The superheroine scratches her temple, and shakes her head.

Ruby: ”Now look, I like VIta. I can tell she’s a good kid, just severely misguided. So I’ll do what I can to offer her a guiding hand and maybe hopefully give her a gentle nudge on the right path. And to do that, you gotta lead by example! See, Vita’s got her own superhero thing going on, apparently as a way of reaching out to little old me. Kind of her, eh? Thing is, I’m not 100% sure she knows what it actually MEANS to be good, and do the right thing, you know? So that’s why I’m gonna show her. Put on the suit once again. And tonight we’re gonna set some crooks straight, and I‘m gonna show her how to achieve victory the right way!”

Ruby looks over her shoulder, as if she’s waiting for someone.

Ruby: ”Apparently it’s taking her a while to get into her costume though, which is weird given how unnecessarily skimpy it is. But I guess that leaves me with time to drop a message for our upcoming Lethal Lottery opponents.

Now where do we start? Let’s kick things off with not the brainiest of the bunch, but certainly the biggest. Amjetkun Socio, I still have no flippin’ idea what your name is supposed to mean. I’m sure you covered it extensively in a promo somewhere because you’re all about that character depth, aren’t you? I’m afraid my profanity blocker on my web browser must’ve bleeped it out, which honestly I’m not all that sad about. One thing I did notice is how incredibly hung up you seem to be on Gilly supposedly carrying me through round one? That’s rich, coming from the guy whose middle name is ‘dead weight’ to all of his Lethal Lottery partners. Just ask Vita and Fuzz. Honestly, my guy, did you abandon the roids and went straight for the synthol? And did you inject it in your brain? You realize that isn’t going to make you smarter, right? Oh, and if you wanna look like Popeye so much, I’d advise spinach. But go fresh, not canned. Go fresh veggies, you’re so delicious!

Then there’s Fuzz! My guy! You’ve always said you wanted the Anarchy Championship, but that me winning it means you’ll give me a bit of leeway. Well, I’m sure that’s a nice gesture and all, bud. But I’d rather you didn’t. Come one, come all. Of course I don’t decide the booking but I’d be happy to give you a shot. That’s why I’m glad we get to meet in the ring here. And then maybe you’ll realize that I’m not just the Anarchy Champion because you allow me to be. I’m Champ because I earned it. And I’ll do the same for the semi’s here!

As for the BIG SHANK, once again, I love saying your name out loud… ‘sup, good lookin’? You and Fuzz may not be the best team in the XWF, but you’d definitely be in the, like, top three of most handsome ones. That’s not too bad, is it? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t only judge a person by their looks, but if it’s there, it’s there. But you’re gonna have to do better than stand there and look pretty if you want a shot at the final. I’m sure you will, though. You didn’t ride any coattails on your way here, that’s for sure.

Then there is the Mastermind! ‘Sup bud? Again, thanks for tagging and sorry to see what they saddled you up with this time. I definitely had a lot of fun with you in my corner. I mean, not like ‘Casa Bonita fun’, although you do look like the kinda guy who has his own version of Black Bart’s cave somewhere in one of your many lairs; in which case, tish and pish for not showing it to me! And if you’re surprised I know South Park references, I watched it extensively during my college days in Boulder. Ahh, how young and not so innocent I was back then. Which reminds me...”

Ruby looked around for her partner in anti-crime, and as if summoned by the bell, Vita landed right next to her as her alter ego.

The Pink Mist: “Ka-Boom! All done! Where we going?”

Ruby winked, and the camera went dark.

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Ruby: ”Here we are!”


Ruby crouched down at the edge of the rooftop. She motioned for Vita to do the same, and the Pink Mist did just that. Her banana-lime counterpart retrieved a pair of night vision goggles from her backpack, which would allow her to see better into the darkness of night. Despite a few spotlights on the overhead rooftops it was hard to see much of anything out on the courtyard below.

The Pink Mist: “So what did these dudes do? Drugs? Weapons? Oooh, slavery? Please let there be slaves! Maybe I can get one for Noah as a Christmas present!!”

Ruby sighed. She assumed VIta was joking on that last part so chose to ignore it.

Ruby: ”Nothing like that, I’m afraid. Or I should say ‘I’m glad’. What you’re looking at, dear Vita,...-””

The Pink Mist: “Pink Mist! Don’t use my actual name, superhero 101, sheesh!!”

Ruby: ”Sorry, Pink Mist. What we’re looking at are a bunch of no-good poachers from Africa. And not from the happy places depicted in the Toto song. These guys kill endangered animals and sell their meat to rich clients who are willing to pay a lot for a good old lion steak. Or guys willing to buy rhino horn thinking it’ll improve their sexual performances because they can’t get it up anymore. I think at least 2 XWF members are on their client list, and I know for a fact Vinnie once bought a batch of giraffe blood as a so-called miraculous hair growth tonic. Didn’t stop his hair from thinning, but don’t tell him I said that.”

The Pink Mist: “Maybe it just works for the hair between the ass cheeks.”


Ruby: ”Thanks for that fantastic image you made me conjure up in my mind, Misty… Anyway, let’s see how many there are.”

She surveyed the scene, watching a couple of guys unload wooden boxes from a bunch of trucks. There were a few men standing guard as well, but they didn’t seem to be paying that much attention. Good.

Ruby: ”Okay, Misty. Here’s the deal. I see three armed guards. It’s important we take them out first. One of them is carrying a radio so he needs to go before he can call for backup. The workers don’t seem to be armed, but always expect them to be. Knives are likely, so keep your elbows in front should they lash out. Less arteries they can hit there. I can’t get a good look at the front of the trucks so there might still be drivers inside so I doubt it. That’s a total of twelve guys, which I think the both of us can take, but we’ll have to play this smart. If we’re smart and stealthy we’ll have taken out all three armed guards before they’ve even realized we’re here, so make sure to keep as quiet as you can.”


Quickly trying to devise the best strategy, Ruby, still looking through the night goggles, saw a potential exploit.

Ruby: ”Okay, if you go left and down the roof, I think you can sneak up behind the guy with the radio. However, wait for my signal because it’ll take me a while longer to get in position properly. After we’ve both taken our guards out, I can close in on the other one and you can bum rush the workers. Be as gentle as they allow you to be, however, we’re not sure how involved they are in all of this. You got all that, Mist? ...Mist?”

Ruby removed the goggles and looked to her side, where VIta had been lying. But she was nowhere to be seen.

Ruby: ”Wh-? Oh no...”


The Pink Mist: “COWABUNGA ASSBUUUUUTTS!!”

VIta’s roar pierced the cold air of night as she leapt off the rooftop edge, instantly drawing the attention of everybody on the courtyard. Ruby could see everybody going for their weapons. Luckily, guns were only worn by the guards, but she had to do something fast. She threw the goggles away and leapt down the side of the building.


Ruby: ”LANGUAAAAAAAAGE!”

Ruby aimed for the nearest guard and landed straight on his shoulders, drilling her knees into him to knock him out instantly. VIta was locked in a tussle with the guard with the radio, grabbing his weapon by the shaft, struggling for control. He was a lot taller and stronger, but Vita was inventive and not afraid to go for the low hanging fruit… literally. A swift kick to the testicles and a well placed headbutt were enough to send him to dreamland. The girl had a thick skull, that much was clear. But Ruby wasn’t allowed to be impressed for long. She saw the third and final guard take aim at the Pink Mist and her heart rate shot up, adrenaline surging through her entire body as she exploded out of her stance with the speed of an Olympic sprinter. She speared him right in the midriff, sending him flying despite her small stature. It was all about explosiveness, willpower and angles! She ran up to VIta and kicked the weapons away as a precaution. Not that she suspected Vita would actually shoot anyone, but you never knew.

In any case, Ruby’s plan of stealth was thrown out of the proverbial window, and now it was THEM being bum rushed by the workers who were every bit as hostile and aggressive as Ruby had hoped they wouldn’t be. Ruby had VIta’s back and vice versa… Literally. They paired up back-to-back so they had a clear overview while being surrounded.

Ruby: ”Good job! They’re all on us!”

The Pink Mist: “What? I did what you told me to! Go left and down the roof!”

Ruby: ”And did you STOP listening after that??”

The Pink Mist: “It seemed pretty straightforward to me!!”

Ruby: ”That’s the problem with you isn’t it? Even when you listen, you don’t really LISTEN do you?”

The hostiles got closer and closer, some of them drawing knives, and one of them even had a taser. Ruby ducked one incoming blow and hit the assailant with a low sweep, knocking him on his back.

The Pink Mist: “Got him!”

Vita used Ruby’s shoulder as a springboard and hit a pitch perfect dropkick on him, sending him to dreamland as well. Another attacker tried to stomp Vita’s head in while she was down on the ground and vulnerable, but Ruby rushed towards him, tackled him to the ground and formed a sledge with her hands, sending her closed fists crashing down into his face. Down and out! Vita scurried to her feet, as did Ruby and the two regrouped while others were still closing in.

The Pink Mist: “You make a good springboard! We should totally do that move in our match.”

Ruby: ”I guess I’d rather be a springboard than a punching bag. Let’s make it out of here first though, eh?”

Vita shot forth, grabbing the nearest assailant and Irish Whipping him towards Ruby who hit him with a skull crunching knee to the face. Vita then hopped on over, nailing the one nearest to Ruby with an enzuigiri. As VIta fell down, Ruby kipped up and helped her back to her feet. The banana-lime blur then hopped on Vita’s shoulders before hitting her with a high angle hurricanrana that sent her shooting forward but not down, giving her extra momentum for a short-range spear that knocked the wind out of another hostile. The Pink Mist grinned.

The Pink Mist: “Cool! I just speared that guy from out of nowhere!”

Ruby: ”Less talking!”

Ruby closed in on Vita and super-punched the guy who was about to hit her with a taser. He was dazed and Ruby grabbed him by the head.

Ruby: ”Knees!”

Understanding the message, VIta laid down on her back and held her knees up before Ruby lifted the man into a fireman’s carry and dropping him face-first on VIta’s rock-hard kneecaps. The two remaining assailants were then easily dispatched with a simple elbow to the forehead.

VIta laughed and clapped.

The Pink Mist: “Whoa that was awesome! We totally kicked their butts!!”

Ruby wasn’t quite as happy though. She walked over to Vita and pricked a finger in her chest. (Not the soft bits, you pervs)

Ruby: ”That… was dangerous and irresponsible! And way riskier than it should’ve been!”

The Pink Mist: “Oh come on, we were never in any real danger. Face it, we’re good!”

Ruby: ”Yes, we’re good. And we fought well, I’ll admit. But you? You could be great! If you only screwed your head on straight! So why don’t you? You’re a good kid, Vita, but sometimes you could do with a bit of growing up! A LOT of the times, in fact.”

The Pink Mist: “What’re you getting mad at me for? We stopped them, didn’t we? And we didn’t kill anybody...”

Vita quickly looked around.

The Pink Mist: “...did we?”

Ruby sighed. She was conflicted, because Vita wasn’t WRONG per se. She’d fought well, and they’d done a good thing tonight. Not in the way that Ruby necessarily would’ve preferred, but if nothing else she’d shown her that she was easy to fight alongside: quick, intuitive and reliable. And for the Lethal Lottery? That was probably enough. And yeah, they hadn’t killed anybody, which was an upgrade on the fake scenario back at the warehouse.

VIta casually looked at the boxes, cracking one of them open and retrieving a bottle.

The Pink Mist: “What’s this? Baboon hormones?”

Ruby snatched the bottle from her hands.

Ruby: ”You’re NOT giving that to Noah as a souvenir! I think he does very well without.”

The Pink Mist: “How about this set of aardvark balls? They help with bacné, it says here.”

Ruby: ”Nope. Going to the authorities, same as the rest!”

VIta looked disappointed.Ruby felt a bit bad, and wanted to buy her ice cream instead, but maybe realized that in order to have Vita stop acting like a child, it was time to stop treating her as one.

Ruby: ”Look. Ya did good. Real good. Sorry if I seem grumpy or ungrateful. For what it’s worth, I’m glad you and I are tagging. Promise me we’ll meet in the finals so we can kick the bejeesus out of each other?”

Ruby extended her hand.

The Pink Mist: “Ya know, I didn’t expect this to happen when I first set out to find you... I just needed you to help me get to the finals… But… you’re actually a pretty cool person...”

Vita looked down at Ruby’s outstretched hand for a second and then up to her eyes.

The Pink Mist: “If we make it that far, it’ll be an honor!!”

Vita grasped her hand and pulled Ruby in close for that masculine 80’s action star bicep flexing handshake like the one at the beginning of The Predator.

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Yeah, that one!!

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]]> From Ruby’s Go-Pro...

We’re met with Ruby holding the camera at arm’s length, pointed at her own masked face. The outline of her yellow-green outfit can be seen at the screen’s edge. Ruby does a quick snap ‘n point at the camera.

Ruby: ”Howdy doodle-doo! Ish ya girl Rubes, back in the old outfit! Yeah, yeah, I know what y’all are thinking. [i]’Wow. That Anarchy title sure went to her head! One victory over Sarah Lacklan and she thinks she’s the savior of the world again!’ Well, I can understand it if you feel like that, but the truth is… I’m not wearing this suit because I am 100% convinced of my worthiness, but because I need to set someone straight. A girl who needs my help, or at least that’s what I believe. Of course everybody knows I’m talking about Vita Valenteen, the girl I hope to face in the Lethal Lottery final. But to do that, we need to make sure we’re on the same page. Ironic is what it is. And that’s easier said than done.”

The superheroine scratches her temple, and shakes her head.

Ruby: ”Now look, I like VIta. I can tell she’s a good kid, just severely misguided. So I’ll do what I can to offer her a guiding hand and maybe hopefully give her a gentle nudge on the right path. And to do that, you gotta lead by example! See, Vita’s got her own superhero thing going on, apparently as a way of reaching out to little old me. Kind of her, eh? Thing is, I’m not 100% sure she knows what it actually MEANS to be good, and do the right thing, you know? So that’s why I’m gonna show her. Put on the suit once again. And tonight we’re gonna set some crooks straight, and I‘m gonna show her how to achieve victory the right way!”

Ruby looks over her shoulder, as if she’s waiting for someone.

Ruby: ”Apparently it’s taking her a while to get into her costume though, which is weird given how unnecessarily skimpy it is. But I guess that leaves me with time to drop a message for our upcoming Lethal Lottery opponents.

Now where do we start? Let’s kick things off with not the brainiest of the bunch, but certainly the biggest. Amjetkun Socio, I still have no flippin’ idea what your name is supposed to mean. I’m sure you covered it extensively in a promo somewhere because you’re all about that character depth, aren’t you? I’m afraid my profanity blocker on my web browser must’ve bleeped it out, which honestly I’m not all that sad about. One thing I did notice is how incredibly hung up you seem to be on Gilly supposedly carrying me through round one? That’s rich, coming from the guy whose middle name is ‘dead weight’ to all of his Lethal Lottery partners. Just ask Vita and Fuzz. Honestly, my guy, did you abandon the roids and went straight for the synthol? And did you inject it in your brain? You realize that isn’t going to make you smarter, right? Oh, and if you wanna look like Popeye so much, I’d advise spinach. But go fresh, not canned. Go fresh veggies, you’re so delicious!

Then there’s Fuzz! My guy! You’ve always said you wanted the Anarchy Championship, but that me winning it means you’ll give me a bit of leeway. Well, I’m sure that’s a nice gesture and all, bud. But I’d rather you didn’t. Come one, come all. Of course I don’t decide the booking but I’d be happy to give you a shot. That’s why I’m glad we get to meet in the ring here. And then maybe you’ll realize that I’m not just the Anarchy Champion because you allow me to be. I’m Champ because I earned it. And I’ll do the same for the semi’s here!

As for the BIG SHANK, once again, I love saying your name out loud… ‘sup, good lookin’? You and Fuzz may not be the best team in the XWF, but you’d definitely be in the, like, top three of most handsome ones. That’s not too bad, is it? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t only judge a person by their looks, but if it’s there, it’s there. But you’re gonna have to do better than stand there and look pretty if you want a shot at the final. I’m sure you will, though. You didn’t ride any coattails on your way here, that’s for sure.

Then there is the Mastermind! ‘Sup bud? Again, thanks for tagging and sorry to see what they saddled you up with this time. I definitely had a lot of fun with you in my corner. I mean, not like ‘Casa Bonita fun’, although you do look like the kinda guy who has his own version of Black Bart’s cave somewhere in one of your many lairs; in which case, tish and pish for not showing it to me! And if you’re surprised I know South Park references, I watched it extensively during my college days in Boulder. Ahh, how young and not so innocent I was back then. Which reminds me...”

Ruby looked around for her partner in anti-crime, and as if summoned by the bell, Vita landed right next to her as her alter ego.

The Pink Mist: “Ka-Boom! All done! Where we going?”

Ruby winked, and the camera went dark.

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Ruby: ”Here we are!”


Ruby crouched down at the edge of the rooftop. She motioned for Vita to do the same, and the Pink Mist did just that. Her banana-lime counterpart retrieved a pair of night vision goggles from her backpack, which would allow her to see better into the darkness of night. Despite a few spotlights on the overhead rooftops it was hard to see much of anything out on the courtyard below.

The Pink Mist: “So what did these dudes do? Drugs? Weapons? Oooh, slavery? Please let there be slaves! Maybe I can get one for Noah as a Christmas present!!”

Ruby sighed. She assumed VIta was joking on that last part so chose to ignore it.

Ruby: ”Nothing like that, I’m afraid. Or I should say ‘I’m glad’. What you’re looking at, dear Vita,...-””

The Pink Mist: “Pink Mist! Don’t use my actual name, superhero 101, sheesh!!”

Ruby: ”Sorry, Pink Mist. What we’re looking at are a bunch of no-good poachers from Africa. And not from the happy places depicted in the Toto song. These guys kill endangered animals and sell their meat to rich clients who are willing to pay a lot for a good old lion steak. Or guys willing to buy rhino horn thinking it’ll improve their sexual performances because they can’t get it up anymore. I think at least 2 XWF members are on their client list, and I know for a fact Vinnie once bought a batch of giraffe blood as a so-called miraculous hair growth tonic. Didn’t stop his hair from thinning, but don’t tell him I said that.”

The Pink Mist: “Maybe it just works for the hair between the ass cheeks.”


Ruby: ”Thanks for that fantastic image you made me conjure up in my mind, Misty… Anyway, let’s see how many there are.”

She surveyed the scene, watching a couple of guys unload wooden boxes from a bunch of trucks. There were a few men standing guard as well, but they didn’t seem to be paying that much attention. Good.

Ruby: ”Okay, Misty. Here’s the deal. I see three armed guards. It’s important we take them out first. One of them is carrying a radio so he needs to go before he can call for backup. The workers don’t seem to be armed, but always expect them to be. Knives are likely, so keep your elbows in front should they lash out. Less arteries they can hit there. I can’t get a good look at the front of the trucks so there might still be drivers inside so I doubt it. That’s a total of twelve guys, which I think the both of us can take, but we’ll have to play this smart. If we’re smart and stealthy we’ll have taken out all three armed guards before they’ve even realized we’re here, so make sure to keep as quiet as you can.”


Quickly trying to devise the best strategy, Ruby, still looking through the night goggles, saw a potential exploit.

Ruby: ”Okay, if you go left and down the roof, I think you can sneak up behind the guy with the radio. However, wait for my signal because it’ll take me a while longer to get in position properly. After we’ve both taken our guards out, I can close in on the other one and you can bum rush the workers. Be as gentle as they allow you to be, however, we’re not sure how involved they are in all of this. You got all that, Mist? ...Mist?”

Ruby removed the goggles and looked to her side, where VIta had been lying. But she was nowhere to be seen.

Ruby: ”Wh-? Oh no...”


The Pink Mist: “COWABUNGA ASSBUUUUUTTS!!”

VIta’s roar pierced the cold air of night as she leapt off the rooftop edge, instantly drawing the attention of everybody on the courtyard. Ruby could see everybody going for their weapons. Luckily, guns were only worn by the guards, but she had to do something fast. She threw the goggles away and leapt down the side of the building.


Ruby: ”LANGUAAAAAAAAGE!”

Ruby aimed for the nearest guard and landed straight on his shoulders, drilling her knees into him to knock him out instantly. VIta was locked in a tussle with the guard with the radio, grabbing his weapon by the shaft, struggling for control. He was a lot taller and stronger, but Vita was inventive and not afraid to go for the low hanging fruit… literally. A swift kick to the testicles and a well placed headbutt were enough to send him to dreamland. The girl had a thick skull, that much was clear. But Ruby wasn’t allowed to be impressed for long. She saw the third and final guard take aim at the Pink Mist and her heart rate shot up, adrenaline surging through her entire body as she exploded out of her stance with the speed of an Olympic sprinter. She speared him right in the midriff, sending him flying despite her small stature. It was all about explosiveness, willpower and angles! She ran up to VIta and kicked the weapons away as a precaution. Not that she suspected Vita would actually shoot anyone, but you never knew.

In any case, Ruby’s plan of stealth was thrown out of the proverbial window, and now it was THEM being bum rushed by the workers who were every bit as hostile and aggressive as Ruby had hoped they wouldn’t be. Ruby had VIta’s back and vice versa… Literally. They paired up back-to-back so they had a clear overview while being surrounded.

Ruby: ”Good job! They’re all on us!”

The Pink Mist: “What? I did what you told me to! Go left and down the roof!”

Ruby: ”And did you STOP listening after that??”

The Pink Mist: “It seemed pretty straightforward to me!!”

Ruby: ”That’s the problem with you isn’t it? Even when you listen, you don’t really LISTEN do you?”

The hostiles got closer and closer, some of them drawing knives, and one of them even had a taser. Ruby ducked one incoming blow and hit the assailant with a low sweep, knocking him on his back.

The Pink Mist: “Got him!”

Vita used Ruby’s shoulder as a springboard and hit a pitch perfect dropkick on him, sending him to dreamland as well. Another attacker tried to stomp Vita’s head in while she was down on the ground and vulnerable, but Ruby rushed towards him, tackled him to the ground and formed a sledge with her hands, sending her closed fists crashing down into his face. Down and out! Vita scurried to her feet, as did Ruby and the two regrouped while others were still closing in.

The Pink Mist: “You make a good springboard! We should totally do that move in our match.”

Ruby: ”I guess I’d rather be a springboard than a punching bag. Let’s make it out of here first though, eh?”

Vita shot forth, grabbing the nearest assailant and Irish Whipping him towards Ruby who hit him with a skull crunching knee to the face. Vita then hopped on over, nailing the one nearest to Ruby with an enzuigiri. As VIta fell down, Ruby kipped up and helped her back to her feet. The banana-lime blur then hopped on Vita’s shoulders before hitting her with a high angle hurricanrana that sent her shooting forward but not down, giving her extra momentum for a short-range spear that knocked the wind out of another hostile. The Pink Mist grinned.

The Pink Mist: “Cool! I just speared that guy from out of nowhere!”

Ruby: ”Less talking!”

Ruby closed in on Vita and super-punched the guy who was about to hit her with a taser. He was dazed and Ruby grabbed him by the head.

Ruby: ”Knees!”

Understanding the message, VIta laid down on her back and held her knees up before Ruby lifted the man into a fireman’s carry and dropping him face-first on VIta’s rock-hard kneecaps. The two remaining assailants were then easily dispatched with a simple elbow to the forehead.

VIta laughed and clapped.

The Pink Mist: “Whoa that was awesome! We totally kicked their butts!!”

Ruby wasn’t quite as happy though. She walked over to Vita and pricked a finger in her chest. (Not the soft bits, you pervs)

Ruby: ”That… was dangerous and irresponsible! And way riskier than it should’ve been!”

The Pink Mist: “Oh come on, we were never in any real danger. Face it, we’re good!”

Ruby: ”Yes, we’re good. And we fought well, I’ll admit. But you? You could be great! If you only screwed your head on straight! So why don’t you? You’re a good kid, Vita, but sometimes you could do with a bit of growing up! A LOT of the times, in fact.”

The Pink Mist: “What’re you getting mad at me for? We stopped them, didn’t we? And we didn’t kill anybody...”

Vita quickly looked around.

The Pink Mist: “...did we?”

Ruby sighed. She was conflicted, because Vita wasn’t WRONG per se. She’d fought well, and they’d done a good thing tonight. Not in the way that Ruby necessarily would’ve preferred, but if nothing else she’d shown her that she was easy to fight alongside: quick, intuitive and reliable. And for the Lethal Lottery? That was probably enough. And yeah, they hadn’t killed anybody, which was an upgrade on the fake scenario back at the warehouse.

VIta casually looked at the boxes, cracking one of them open and retrieving a bottle.

The Pink Mist: “What’s this? Baboon hormones?”

Ruby snatched the bottle from her hands.

Ruby: ”You’re NOT giving that to Noah as a souvenir! I think he does very well without.”

The Pink Mist: “How about this set of aardvark balls? They help with bacné, it says here.”

Ruby: ”Nope. Going to the authorities, same as the rest!”

VIta looked disappointed.Ruby felt a bit bad, and wanted to buy her ice cream instead, but maybe realized that in order to have Vita stop acting like a child, it was time to stop treating her as one.

Ruby: ”Look. Ya did good. Real good. Sorry if I seem grumpy or ungrateful. For what it’s worth, I’m glad you and I are tagging. Promise me we’ll meet in the finals so we can kick the bejeesus out of each other?”

Ruby extended her hand.

The Pink Mist: “Ya know, I didn’t expect this to happen when I first set out to find you... I just needed you to help me get to the finals… But… you’re actually a pretty cool person...”

Vita looked down at Ruby’s outstretched hand for a second and then up to her eyes.

The Pink Mist: “If we make it that far, it’ll be an honor!!”

Vita grasped her hand and pulled Ruby in close for that masculine 80’s action star bicep flexing handshake like the one at the beginning of The Predator.

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Yeah, that one!!

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