<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Relentless Day 2 RP Board 2020]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Thu, 07 May 2026 12:57:00 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Surmising a situation]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38327 Fri, 25 Sep 2020 23:58:32 -0700 Nathaniel Idenhaus]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38327 "Relentless."


"I couldn't have asked to participate in a more suiting pay-per-view. I mean, what better way to describe me during battle, than relentless? Unyielding. Utterly focused as I ready myself, get into position and strike with absolute aggression. Without remorse or mercy, I go on the immediate offensive attack, until my adversary is motionless and barely breathing. Nothing more than a broken heap of flesh, ruptured organs and shattered bones, bleeding in the center of the squared circle. This is merely the way that I have learned to become and wielding the aforementioned mindset, has served me quite well in the past. During my many contests of combat. However, this way is not without fault, especially when you become outnumbered and the fight transitions into an outright sabotage. An ambush that sees you facing off against a group of enemies, that are dead set, determined to commit an act of foul play, for that is the only way to turn the tides in their favor."


"To the victor belong the spoils, no matter the cost, right?"


"Even if the price is their integrity and honor. In the end, what do those things matter, when winning weighs heavier on the scale, enough to tip things in favor of compromising one's character and governs over all. Justice is served, correct? Everything is in balance and levels out, according to that logic. Yet, to those that have this mentality I pose these inquiries... is it really, truly success, if the sole reason it was derived, came about from cheating? Wouldn't that taint the achievement and sully its worth? Ultimately proving weakness and insufficiency? Supplying satisfactory verification of failure, while simultaneously offering an argument for further debate, regarding one's abilities? Considering that victory could never be acquired, without 'help' from others, who else could ever find necessity in such a service, aside from a coward and an outright, fraud masquerading as a wrestler?"


"Hmmm? Something to think about and ponder, isn't it? Predominately a topic to reflect on for the simpletons and dullards of society because they would be the exclusive, select group, that had to have all that brought to their attention and couldn't take note of it, all on their very own. And ironically, a predicament that I found myself in rather recently, when I took on Pasha. When; despite his gargantuan size, he needed aid from others, in order to defeat me. It was an utmost priority. He required it. The giant, freak of nature, mutated into a massive abnormality as a direct result of traipsing across the bitter cold, irradiated wastelands of Russia. Fighting bears with his bare hands, in midst of this horrendous transfiguration into a monstrous sasquatch. Towerimg over me by a foot, four inches and outweighing me by two hundred and twenty five pounds. The man had hands that should've been able to crack my skull like a walnut, for Christ's sake. Yet, instead of even attempting such a feat, he wrestled so awkwardly and clumsy, he needed his buddies to interfere in our match, where they were then obligated to lend their aid and sway things in his favor. So Pasha could claim the Hart title."


"Hahaha! What???"


"Honestly. In any other scenario, I'd be livid and fueled with rage but in this specific situation, I can't stop from laughing cause it is that hilarious. I wonder... did his pals come to this conclusion all on their own or did Pasha bumble over to them and ask for their assistance? Oh but wait, Pasha would have to have a fully functioning brain to complete such a task and if his previous promotional video from our first encounter, allows even the slightest glimpse of his mental capacity, it shows that he isn't capable of such things. Which means his friends assumed that he'd perform poorly in advance. They knew his deficiency of talent would be infinitely tremendous. He was going to be so god awful in the ring, that they would have to intervene, lest he fall flat on his face, a complete failure. Ergo further disgracing their company into total oblivion."


"Beeindruckend. I really don't know what would be more demeaning? The fact that a group of fearful individuals gathered together; in secret, to discuss a shared foreseen future, where they then would brainstorm and come together in agreement and formulate a preventative plan. Or the fact that there's a federation out there, operating so piss poorly, a single loss to someone from another company would send them careening over the edge to their death. Expressly due to the fact that both issues pertained to someone that's praised for being a brute force. The fierce, King Kong of Rev1. All heil, the great and powerful Pasha. Pride of the company. And yet, everyone knows he is nothing but a joke and actually went out of their way, to prepare for the worst because he's the federation's biggest lie and it was expected. Sure, he's supposed to seem scary and appear to be that unbeatable force to be reckoned with... but in reality, he's Sloth from the Goonies."


"Enjoy your time in the sun, while you can Pasha because your time is nearly up and soon the truth, will be revealed. You will be exposed as a charlatan and everyone will see you for the stumbling, heavy footed, inept goon that you are. An oaf that isn't cut out for wrestling or doing anything beyond being an attraction in a side show at the circus. A freak at best. Nothing more, nothing less. Oh and I do hope your 'friends' attempt to disrupt our match cause measures have been taken to ensure that we won't be disturbed. Not this time. No, this time it's going to remain a one on one match, from start to finish and I am going to destroy you. Systematically break you. Then I'll throw you through the ceiling of a glass cell, claim the win and bring the Hart title back to the XWF. Where it will reside around the waist of someone genuinely, deserving of its presence. My own. "


"The clock is ticking, can you hear it? Tick, tock, Pasha. Tick. Tock."


"Best ready yourself for the inevitable because there's nothing you can do to stop it. Your fate is sealed and the end is nigh."


"The end ... your end is... nigh."


"And victory shall be mine."




Sasha awoke abruptly, when the sound of a text notification, sliced through the silence of Nathaniel's bedroom like a knife. Still half asleep, she opened her eyes and observed as he reached over and checked his cell. Immediately replying to the message that he received, much to her dismay, he laid the phone down and didn't pay it any further mind, till it summoned his attention again. Once more, he repeated the exact same chain of actions but this time, the anger level within Sasha, rose higher. High enough to fully awaken Sasha and when the mysterious, random texting occurred for yet, a third time, she finally had enough. Even though they hadn't been together that long and started their relationship in one of the most unconventional ways possible. She was not going to put up with this shit. Whatever was going on. It ended now.


"Who was that?"


"Pardon?"


Nathaniel directed his focus at Sasha, only to be greeted with a scowl.


"The texts. Who were they from?"


Her stern tone, practically punched him in the face like a fist and finally being on the receiving end of such harshness, well it made Nathaniel smile. In fact, he had to stifle a laugh from seeping out and making things worse, way deep on the inside though, he was positively cracking up. Taking a deep breath, Nathaniel replied nonchalantly.


"Lila."


"Lila?"


"Yes."


"Your ex?"


"Well, I wouldn't necessarily define her in that sense, while she and I did have sex, it was more like a one night stand that eventually tethered us together, when I learned that we share a son. There's no romantic association with our correspondence or any variations of our shared communication. We talk about Grey and that's basically it. For instance, she was texting to inform me that he found out about my upcoming match and being and she told him he couldn't watch the fight. Which caused him to become upset. Aggression tends to be an issue with werewolves. Anyhow, I agreed with her decision and said that I'd spend time with him next weekend, maybe explain some things about the effects of being part wolf and advise how to control his temper when he becomes upset."


"Next weekend? But they live in New York and you live in Chicago. How are you going to be able to do that and also remain on call for surgery, should the hospital need you? You know you are the 'go to' surgeon for everything."


"Simple. It's not a long run to New York from Chicago. I'll shift into wolf form late, Friday night and I have an apartment in New York, so I'll have a place to stay. As for work, I'll tell Dr. Bently that I have a family situation to attend to and I will be busy all next weekend and can't be bothered. He'll comprehend the circumstances and I'm certain it will be fine."


"Really? You can do that? Change your schedule, just like that."


Fingers snapped quickly, Sasha's tone was no longer laced with rage.


"Just like that."


A snap repeated in the same fashion as the one Sasha had done.


"Yeah, well I'm glad you have that all worked out but some of us, aren't blessed with your good fortune. Primarily the surgeons that have found their way, onto Cobalt's shit list. Which honestly might have consisted of everyone besides you. At some point or another. We've all discovered ourselves on it. Silly me. Sorry if I assumed that it would be a problem for you to drop everything, abandon your duties and spend the weekend in New York. It's early and I briefly forgot your rank in the hospital and the pull you have. there."


Sounding defeated, Sasha sat up.


"Wait. What are you talking about? Shit list? Bently doesn't have one of those and if he did..."


A short burst of laughter.


"I would most assuredly be on it. Don't forget I up and left the hospital, without even the slightest hint of notice and vanished for several months. I wasn't given a spot on any sort of shit list though, instead he welcomed me back and gave me a raise. The guy is a total push over. A virtual doormat. Barely worth worrying about."


"Correction. He's like that when he is dealing with you. Cause you're the golden boy. The surgeon with a zero kill ratio and the ability to perform any operation, with supreme accuracy. You make the hospital look good. Real good. Therefore, you can do no wrong in his eyes and his lips, will be forever attached to your ass because of it. On the flip-side, when it comes to everyone else, he's an asshole. He takes everything out on us, with strict prosecution and will even go as far as placing blame on other surgical staff members, simply to save his own hide. Anyone except you that is... you're not expendable like us. "


Sigh.


"Whatever. It is what it is."


Downcast expression of sorrow, Sasha swung her legs out of the bed, got up and began dressing. This prompted Nathaniel to hop from bed and hurry over to her.


"Are you saying he's overly picking on you?"


"Yeah. It's a known fact that Cobalt picks on everyone eventually, almost everyday he singles someone out. Lately he's been aggressively targeting me the most though."


"For what?"


"Oh anything and everything. I told you, he won't admit to his mistakes, for fear of looking inept and awful at his profession... he is the Chief Surgical Resident after all and can't have that going around. In spite of it being the truth. So he condemns whoever joined him in the operating room that day. Most recently, he's repeatedly assigned me the task but I suspect that's because he heard me complaining about him in the break room, to fellow surgeons. I had zero clue that he was standing behind me and kept running my mouth freely and now for that, I'm fucked. Indefinitely. Pretty sure he's trying to make me quit. Sadly, I need this job and can't afford to do that, so we're stuck with each other until he fires me or I go to jail for his murder. Whichever comes first. Personally, my bet is on the manslaughter but hey... on the plus side, I won't need to worry about paying bills in prison. Yay!"


Brief pause and slightly nodding to show he understood, Nathaniel considered Sasha's words carefully.


"Do me a favor. Don't do anything too drastic or rash, let me figure some things out and find a more finite solution to the problem. Okay?"


"I wasn't seriously going to kill the man."


"Wow. That was almost in the vicinity of sounding authentic, if I was anyone else, I might have taken you seriously; however, I'm... me and feigned sincerity never works on me. Look. I get how easy it would be to take him out of the equation of life, truthfully I do but I need you to hold that urge off... at the very least, for just a little while longer. Alright? Can you do that for me?"


"Fine. Dr. Cobalt Bently will remain alive, for now. I won't act on instinct and rip out his throat, even if he deserves it. Happy?"


"Positively ecstatic. I don't care for prisons and wouldn't appreciate entering one, ever again. Even if it is done as a visitor."


"Prison? When were you in prison?"


"That my darling... is a story for another day."]]> "Relentless."


"I couldn't have asked to participate in a more suiting pay-per-view. I mean, what better way to describe me during battle, than relentless? Unyielding. Utterly focused as I ready myself, get into position and strike with absolute aggression. Without remorse or mercy, I go on the immediate offensive attack, until my adversary is motionless and barely breathing. Nothing more than a broken heap of flesh, ruptured organs and shattered bones, bleeding in the center of the squared circle. This is merely the way that I have learned to become and wielding the aforementioned mindset, has served me quite well in the past. During my many contests of combat. However, this way is not without fault, especially when you become outnumbered and the fight transitions into an outright sabotage. An ambush that sees you facing off against a group of enemies, that are dead set, determined to commit an act of foul play, for that is the only way to turn the tides in their favor."


"To the victor belong the spoils, no matter the cost, right?"


"Even if the price is their integrity and honor. In the end, what do those things matter, when winning weighs heavier on the scale, enough to tip things in favor of compromising one's character and governs over all. Justice is served, correct? Everything is in balance and levels out, according to that logic. Yet, to those that have this mentality I pose these inquiries... is it really, truly success, if the sole reason it was derived, came about from cheating? Wouldn't that taint the achievement and sully its worth? Ultimately proving weakness and insufficiency? Supplying satisfactory verification of failure, while simultaneously offering an argument for further debate, regarding one's abilities? Considering that victory could never be acquired, without 'help' from others, who else could ever find necessity in such a service, aside from a coward and an outright, fraud masquerading as a wrestler?"


"Hmmm? Something to think about and ponder, isn't it? Predominately a topic to reflect on for the simpletons and dullards of society because they would be the exclusive, select group, that had to have all that brought to their attention and couldn't take note of it, all on their very own. And ironically, a predicament that I found myself in rather recently, when I took on Pasha. When; despite his gargantuan size, he needed aid from others, in order to defeat me. It was an utmost priority. He required it. The giant, freak of nature, mutated into a massive abnormality as a direct result of traipsing across the bitter cold, irradiated wastelands of Russia. Fighting bears with his bare hands, in midst of this horrendous transfiguration into a monstrous sasquatch. Towerimg over me by a foot, four inches and outweighing me by two hundred and twenty five pounds. The man had hands that should've been able to crack my skull like a walnut, for Christ's sake. Yet, instead of even attempting such a feat, he wrestled so awkwardly and clumsy, he needed his buddies to interfere in our match, where they were then obligated to lend their aid and sway things in his favor. So Pasha could claim the Hart title."


"Hahaha! What???"


"Honestly. In any other scenario, I'd be livid and fueled with rage but in this specific situation, I can't stop from laughing cause it is that hilarious. I wonder... did his pals come to this conclusion all on their own or did Pasha bumble over to them and ask for their assistance? Oh but wait, Pasha would have to have a fully functioning brain to complete such a task and if his previous promotional video from our first encounter, allows even the slightest glimpse of his mental capacity, it shows that he isn't capable of such things. Which means his friends assumed that he'd perform poorly in advance. They knew his deficiency of talent would be infinitely tremendous. He was going to be so god awful in the ring, that they would have to intervene, lest he fall flat on his face, a complete failure. Ergo further disgracing their company into total oblivion."


"Beeindruckend. I really don't know what would be more demeaning? The fact that a group of fearful individuals gathered together; in secret, to discuss a shared foreseen future, where they then would brainstorm and come together in agreement and formulate a preventative plan. Or the fact that there's a federation out there, operating so piss poorly, a single loss to someone from another company would send them careening over the edge to their death. Expressly due to the fact that both issues pertained to someone that's praised for being a brute force. The fierce, King Kong of Rev1. All heil, the great and powerful Pasha. Pride of the company. And yet, everyone knows he is nothing but a joke and actually went out of their way, to prepare for the worst because he's the federation's biggest lie and it was expected. Sure, he's supposed to seem scary and appear to be that unbeatable force to be reckoned with... but in reality, he's Sloth from the Goonies."


"Enjoy your time in the sun, while you can Pasha because your time is nearly up and soon the truth, will be revealed. You will be exposed as a charlatan and everyone will see you for the stumbling, heavy footed, inept goon that you are. An oaf that isn't cut out for wrestling or doing anything beyond being an attraction in a side show at the circus. A freak at best. Nothing more, nothing less. Oh and I do hope your 'friends' attempt to disrupt our match cause measures have been taken to ensure that we won't be disturbed. Not this time. No, this time it's going to remain a one on one match, from start to finish and I am going to destroy you. Systematically break you. Then I'll throw you through the ceiling of a glass cell, claim the win and bring the Hart title back to the XWF. Where it will reside around the waist of someone genuinely, deserving of its presence. My own. "


"The clock is ticking, can you hear it? Tick, tock, Pasha. Tick. Tock."


"Best ready yourself for the inevitable because there's nothing you can do to stop it. Your fate is sealed and the end is nigh."


"The end ... your end is... nigh."


"And victory shall be mine."




Sasha awoke abruptly, when the sound of a text notification, sliced through the silence of Nathaniel's bedroom like a knife. Still half asleep, she opened her eyes and observed as he reached over and checked his cell. Immediately replying to the message that he received, much to her dismay, he laid the phone down and didn't pay it any further mind, till it summoned his attention again. Once more, he repeated the exact same chain of actions but this time, the anger level within Sasha, rose higher. High enough to fully awaken Sasha and when the mysterious, random texting occurred for yet, a third time, she finally had enough. Even though they hadn't been together that long and started their relationship in one of the most unconventional ways possible. She was not going to put up with this shit. Whatever was going on. It ended now.


"Who was that?"


"Pardon?"


Nathaniel directed his focus at Sasha, only to be greeted with a scowl.


"The texts. Who were they from?"


Her stern tone, practically punched him in the face like a fist and finally being on the receiving end of such harshness, well it made Nathaniel smile. In fact, he had to stifle a laugh from seeping out and making things worse, way deep on the inside though, he was positively cracking up. Taking a deep breath, Nathaniel replied nonchalantly.


"Lila."


"Lila?"


"Yes."


"Your ex?"


"Well, I wouldn't necessarily define her in that sense, while she and I did have sex, it was more like a one night stand that eventually tethered us together, when I learned that we share a son. There's no romantic association with our correspondence or any variations of our shared communication. We talk about Grey and that's basically it. For instance, she was texting to inform me that he found out about my upcoming match and being and she told him he couldn't watch the fight. Which caused him to become upset. Aggression tends to be an issue with werewolves. Anyhow, I agreed with her decision and said that I'd spend time with him next weekend, maybe explain some things about the effects of being part wolf and advise how to control his temper when he becomes upset."


"Next weekend? But they live in New York and you live in Chicago. How are you going to be able to do that and also remain on call for surgery, should the hospital need you? You know you are the 'go to' surgeon for everything."


"Simple. It's not a long run to New York from Chicago. I'll shift into wolf form late, Friday night and I have an apartment in New York, so I'll have a place to stay. As for work, I'll tell Dr. Bently that I have a family situation to attend to and I will be busy all next weekend and can't be bothered. He'll comprehend the circumstances and I'm certain it will be fine."


"Really? You can do that? Change your schedule, just like that."


Fingers snapped quickly, Sasha's tone was no longer laced with rage.


"Just like that."


A snap repeated in the same fashion as the one Sasha had done.


"Yeah, well I'm glad you have that all worked out but some of us, aren't blessed with your good fortune. Primarily the surgeons that have found their way, onto Cobalt's shit list. Which honestly might have consisted of everyone besides you. At some point or another. We've all discovered ourselves on it. Silly me. Sorry if I assumed that it would be a problem for you to drop everything, abandon your duties and spend the weekend in New York. It's early and I briefly forgot your rank in the hospital and the pull you have. there."


Sounding defeated, Sasha sat up.


"Wait. What are you talking about? Shit list? Bently doesn't have one of those and if he did..."


A short burst of laughter.


"I would most assuredly be on it. Don't forget I up and left the hospital, without even the slightest hint of notice and vanished for several months. I wasn't given a spot on any sort of shit list though, instead he welcomed me back and gave me a raise. The guy is a total push over. A virtual doormat. Barely worth worrying about."


"Correction. He's like that when he is dealing with you. Cause you're the golden boy. The surgeon with a zero kill ratio and the ability to perform any operation, with supreme accuracy. You make the hospital look good. Real good. Therefore, you can do no wrong in his eyes and his lips, will be forever attached to your ass because of it. On the flip-side, when it comes to everyone else, he's an asshole. He takes everything out on us, with strict prosecution and will even go as far as placing blame on other surgical staff members, simply to save his own hide. Anyone except you that is... you're not expendable like us. "


Sigh.


"Whatever. It is what it is."


Downcast expression of sorrow, Sasha swung her legs out of the bed, got up and began dressing. This prompted Nathaniel to hop from bed and hurry over to her.


"Are you saying he's overly picking on you?"


"Yeah. It's a known fact that Cobalt picks on everyone eventually, almost everyday he singles someone out. Lately he's been aggressively targeting me the most though."


"For what?"


"Oh anything and everything. I told you, he won't admit to his mistakes, for fear of looking inept and awful at his profession... he is the Chief Surgical Resident after all and can't have that going around. In spite of it being the truth. So he condemns whoever joined him in the operating room that day. Most recently, he's repeatedly assigned me the task but I suspect that's because he heard me complaining about him in the break room, to fellow surgeons. I had zero clue that he was standing behind me and kept running my mouth freely and now for that, I'm fucked. Indefinitely. Pretty sure he's trying to make me quit. Sadly, I need this job and can't afford to do that, so we're stuck with each other until he fires me or I go to jail for his murder. Whichever comes first. Personally, my bet is on the manslaughter but hey... on the plus side, I won't need to worry about paying bills in prison. Yay!"


Brief pause and slightly nodding to show he understood, Nathaniel considered Sasha's words carefully.


"Do me a favor. Don't do anything too drastic or rash, let me figure some things out and find a more finite solution to the problem. Okay?"


"I wasn't seriously going to kill the man."


"Wow. That was almost in the vicinity of sounding authentic, if I was anyone else, I might have taken you seriously; however, I'm... me and feigned sincerity never works on me. Look. I get how easy it would be to take him out of the equation of life, truthfully I do but I need you to hold that urge off... at the very least, for just a little while longer. Alright? Can you do that for me?"


"Fine. Dr. Cobalt Bently will remain alive, for now. I won't act on instinct and rip out his throat, even if he deserves it. Happy?"


"Positively ecstatic. I don't care for prisons and wouldn't appreciate entering one, ever again. Even if it is done as a visitor."


"Prison? When were you in prison?"


"That my darling... is a story for another day."]]> <![CDATA[Paintball Pew Pew]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38326 Fri, 25 Sep 2020 23:52:20 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38326
Come out and get some, pussies! Every single one of you bastards back here is gutless, spineless, and brainless. Not a single one of you can stand toe to toe with a Steubenville stud! You all hide in the corner of the card, refusing to climb the ranks. Somehow each and every single one of you worms has been deluded into thinking you have to pay dues to the meatheads and imbeciles that have managed to hold onto a job here for years. Not me!

I don't care who you are, what you've done, or what you have to say. I'm going to mow you down and paint my name across your body! The sweltering warts and bumps that will litter your skin after tonight will just be physical reminders of my supreme dominance over each and every one you. None of you are willing to stand up for yourself! You all wait like braindead sheep for Vinnie Lane to whip out his nips and let you suckle. When will you learn that to make it in this world you have to bite the nipple off and spit his blood back in his own face?!

I will kick down every door, bust open every safe space you have just to show you the meaning of pain. Just to show you what a family man can do. What your next UNIVERSAL CHAMPION can and will do to this locker room, week in and week out!

Charlie's paintball gun runs out of ammunition. He angrily chucks it against a nearby locker, cracking the gun and denting the door of the recently repainted locker.

I don't give in, I don't give up. No matter the odds I overcome. You can throw whatever you want at me: a tiger, a pack of wolves, a meteor, or a god damned nuclear warhead. I simply don't give a fuck. I've taken it before, I've given myself worse wounds than you could ever imagine. My wrists used to be temples to my sense of slaughter and bloodlust. The pain I live through everyday is enough to make most men break.

So what do you think you can do to hurt me? Nothing, Jack!

But I can hurt you! Ohhhhh yes I can.

And baby, I will be relentless.
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Come out and get some, pussies! Every single one of you bastards back here is gutless, spineless, and brainless. Not a single one of you can stand toe to toe with a Steubenville stud! You all hide in the corner of the card, refusing to climb the ranks. Somehow each and every single one of you worms has been deluded into thinking you have to pay dues to the meatheads and imbeciles that have managed to hold onto a job here for years. Not me!

I don't care who you are, what you've done, or what you have to say. I'm going to mow you down and paint my name across your body! The sweltering warts and bumps that will litter your skin after tonight will just be physical reminders of my supreme dominance over each and every one you. None of you are willing to stand up for yourself! You all wait like braindead sheep for Vinnie Lane to whip out his nips and let you suckle. When will you learn that to make it in this world you have to bite the nipple off and spit his blood back in his own face?!

I will kick down every door, bust open every safe space you have just to show you the meaning of pain. Just to show you what a family man can do. What your next UNIVERSAL CHAMPION can and will do to this locker room, week in and week out!

Charlie's paintball gun runs out of ammunition. He angrily chucks it against a nearby locker, cracking the gun and denting the door of the recently repainted locker.

I don't give in, I don't give up. No matter the odds I overcome. You can throw whatever you want at me: a tiger, a pack of wolves, a meteor, or a god damned nuclear warhead. I simply don't give a fuck. I've taken it before, I've given myself worse wounds than you could ever imagine. My wrists used to be temples to my sense of slaughter and bloodlust. The pain I live through everyday is enough to make most men break.

So what do you think you can do to hurt me? Nothing, Jack!

But I can hurt you! Ohhhhh yes I can.

And baby, I will be relentless.
]]> <![CDATA[The Scam Artist Pt. 3]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38324 Fri, 25 Sep 2020 23:05:13 -0700 Ruby]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38324 [Image: rzHHAib.jpg]
THE SCAM ARTIST

After her father fell victim to an advance-fee scam, Ruby and her tag partner Centurion travelled to Lagos, Nigeria in an effort to find the mastermind behind their operation and get the money back. After a lengthy search using old Star Wars toys upgraded by Ruby’s nerdy tech buddies, they finally managed to track down the hideout of their adversary.

However, things did not proceed as planned. After a failed infiltration attempt because of a loud Game Boy that turned out to NOT be high-tech spy gear, the pair were captured and left at the mercy of the man they only knew as ‘The Prince’. But as their captor started his interrogation, it started to feel like not everything was as it seemed…


Ruby and Centurion were still on their knees in front of their captor, but whose latest phrase had made both of them raise an eyebrow.

Quote: The Prince: “I, Prince Jones Dimka, son of a murdered father and rightful heir to the throne of Kaduna, will have his legacy… And nobody will stop me. Now… WHO sent you?”

Centurion: “Wait… We weren’t sent by anybody. She’s telling the truth!”

Ruby:”My mainest man nailed it, dude.”

Jones Dimka: “I’m afraid I don’t believe you. I recognize you, little masked girl dressed in yellow and green!”

Ruby:”Banana-lime, please and thank you…”

Jones Dimka: “You are the one who disturbed my operations in Quebec! Tracking me down like this is an impressive feat, but I shall no longer bow to the oppressors!”

Centurion: “Rubes, do you have any idea what he’s talking about?”

Ruby shook her head, even though she had an inkling, and they both looked up at Jones Dimka.

Jones Dimka: “I once had a dream that was Kabunda. But then that dream was taken from me. My father, the king, savagely murdered by the pretender Nwanko! That villain stole our crown, stole our legacy, stole our land and my people!”

Ruby:”…language… But wait… Are you telling me you’re an ACTUAL PRINCE??”

Quote:We see Ruby, Centurion and both of Ruby’s parents sitting in the same couch at Ruby’s house. Ruby and Cent are in the middle, with Nicholas sitting next to his daughter, and Olivia sitting next to her favorite wrestler.

Nicholas: “Told you SOOOOOOOOOOO!”

He grins as wide as he’s ever grinned in his life and looks over at the three others, who roll their eyes in concert.

Jones Dimka nodded.

Jones Dimka: “Yes. I was cast out, barely managed to escape with my life, and found myself penniless, save for my family’s properties in Lagos, Quebec and Brussels. My assets frozen, my whole family’s fortune locked in the vaults of the Nigerian government. I had to fight for my survival, but it seems like the enemy has finally tracked me down.”

Ruby:”Whoa whoa whoa, dude, we’re not the enemy!”

Jones Dimka: “Are you not? I find that hard to believe. The moment I have gathered the means to take back my country, you disrupt my operations in Quebec and force me to flee, even threatening my men with torture!”

Centurion: “Yeah, Family Matters is pretty bad, Rubes, he’s got a point there.”

Ruby:”But wait, this makes zero sense! What’s with the fake e-mails?”

Jones Dimka: “Fake e-mails?”

Ruby:”Yeah! You were trying to rip people off!”

Jones Dimka: “Not in the least.”

Ruby:”Oh come on! You’ve got a small army, how do you pay for them, eh? And what’s with all the fancy houses? How can you afford them?”

Centurion: “Well, they’re his family’s, I believe he said. Probably hidden from the records as some kind of safehouse for when things go wrong, like, say, a coup d’état. As for his mercenaries, they’re probably his countrymen who follow him out of loyalty rather than big paychecks. Like you once said, Rubes, not everybody needs the incentive of monetary reward to do the right thing.”

Ruby:”Wh-? How do you know all that?”

Centurion shrugged.

Centurion: “It all kind of clicked into place for me all of a sudden. I guess an outsider’s perspective helps in this case.”

Prince Dimka smiled.

Jones Dimka: “Your boyfriend is correct, girl in banana-lime.”

Ruby:”He’s not my boyf—Look, never mind. But if you’re so amazing and genuine, how come you stole thousands of dollars from my father, eh?”

She looked over at Centurion.

Ruby:”EH?”

He didn’t have an immediate answer for her.

Jones Dimka: “I have never taken someone’s money without their consent.”

Ruby:”Of course not! You prey on their kindness and gullibility! But I swear on my dead parakeet’s grave, as long as my name is Ruby Debuchy I shall get back my father’s mo--”

The Prince held up his hand to cut her off.

Jones Dimka: “Debuchy? Your name is Debuchy?”

Ruby:”Yes, what of it?”

Jones Dimka: “You are related to Nicholas Debuchy?”

Ruby:”I’d say so. He IS my father! I bet you know him, too!”

Jones Dimka: “Most certainly. I owe him a great debt.”

Ruby:”Wow, you’re not even denying it!”

Jones Dimka: “When I was at my lowest of lows, finally there he was… An enthusiastic guardian… A bright knight…”

Ruby:”…What?”

Jones Dimka motioned towards his men and they all lowered their weapons, making Ruby and Centurion feel a little bit more at ease.

Centurion: “Okay, I’m starting to get the feeling this is all one giant misunderstanding.”

Ruby:”But… the e-mails! You robbed my dad!”

Jones Dimka: “Robbed? No, I begged. Like I begged thousands of others. But only one man showed the kindness that he showed…”

Quote:Nicholas: “TOLD YOU SOOOOOOO!”

Olivia: “Nobody likes a braggart, dear…”

Jones Dimka: “Thanks to your father, I was able to regain my fortune. And I have not forgotten it. After his donation, I was finally able to free up my family’s fortunes… And the Dimka family can finally rebuild, and take back Kabunda.”

Ruby:”But… but… That makes no sense! Banks don’t hold your money unless you pay!”

Centurion: “Wellll, to be honest, Rubes, we had to pay to get our luggage back, remember? We had to pay to get through customs. Pay to even get off the plane! This honestly seems… not too far-fetched.”

Jones Dimka: “Exactly. This is the way. And it is corrupt. And change must come. But those in power want to keep these structures intact so they can step on the poor and downtrod.”

Ruby shook her head. For Centurion, the penny seemed to have dropped, but our heroine had some trouble wrapping her head around the subject.

Ruby:”Wait wait wait… So you’re telling me that my dad was the ONLY person to actually reply to your e-mail?”

Prince Dimka nodded.

Jones Dimka: “Yes, alas. For years we’ve tried. First, we fled to Europe. But our time in Brussels wasn’t very successful. Thousands of e-mails we sent, begging and pleading for help in our plight. But as it turns out, Belgians are either very stingy, very distrustful or a little bit of both.”

Ruby:”Oh… Yeah, and they have that weird blackface tradition too. Cringe.”

Jones Dimka: “Precisely. So my loyal subjects suggested we move our main base of operations to Canada. I was told the people there are nice and kind.”

Ruby:”I guess we are! Thanks, bud!”

Centurion: “Can’t argue with that!”

Jones Dimka: “But as it turned out, I wasn’t faring much better. We were sending thousands of mails daily, but without any success. Until one person e-mailed us back.”

Ruby:”My dad?”

Jones Dimka: “No, it was some guy called Kyle, who told me to get a real job. As if I wasn’t fighting to get my homeland back! But then I got a second e-mail!”

Centurion: “Ruby’s dad?”

Jones Dimka: “No, it was Kyle again, claiming he had sexual relations with my mother, may she rest in peace. But then I got a third mail!”

Ruby:”Let me guess, Kyle again?”

Jones Dimka: “Of course not, we blocked him after that! No, it was your father!”

Centurion: “Should’ve seen that one coming, Rubes.”

Ruby:”I really should have.”


Quote:
Nicholas: “See, when everyone was making fun of me, including my wife who called me every name in the book…”

Olivia: “I called you a doofus. ONCE!”

The four of them were sitting in the couch again. The addition of Centurion had made any kind of moving room scarce, but the only one who seemed discomforted by that was Centurion himself, who was wedged in between Ruby and her mother. Still, he tried to play it cool.

Centurion: “Well, Mrs. Debuchy, as your daughter once told me, we should not be judged by how low we’re willing to debase ourselves, we should be judged on how high we wanna lift ourselves up afterwards.”

Ruby:”Pretty sure I just said we shouldn’t judge people when they’re at their lowest, bud. But in the right kind of context, that’s actually a really nice thing to say. Someone should wrote that down!”

Nicholas quickly put away his pen and notebook, and then returned his attention to the camera.

Nicholas: “So as I was SUPER-SAIYAN…”

Ruby:”Hah! Classic!”

She elbowed Centurion in the tricep.

Ruby:”Dragon Ball Z reference…”

Centurion: “He used the word ‘super’, maybe it was a Banana-Lime Blur reference!”

Nicholas: “My guy! Up top!”

Ruby’s father went in for a high five. Cent wasn’t going to leave him hanging. He imagined Ruby would be devastated if he did.

Nicholas: “So anyway, I sent His Royal Highness Prince Dimka a VERY nice e-mail, detailing how I was willing to help. But APPARENTLY, that was a naïve thing of me to do, according to some people. One of which was my own daughter! Now what did I always tell you??”

Centurion: “You told her that naïve is just a word a pessimist uses to describe an optimist?”

Olivia: “Ooh, I like this one!”

Ruby’s mother was, obviously, referencing to Centurion. Nicholas beamed with pride while Ruby grinned.

Ruby:”Flip, how’d you know that??”

Centurion: “I watched your taxi promo. And after meeting your father, it’s… pretty apparent where you get a lot of your wisdom from.”

Nicholas: “And her good looks too, right??”

Centurion was taken aback by that particular response, as was Olivia, who was glaring holes through her husband, who immediately noticed.

Nicholas: “I err.. meant she gets her good looks from her mother, obviously!”

Olivia: “Yes. Obviously…”

Nicholas: “Anyway, this is the e-mail I sent HRH… His Royal Highness… soon after I received his cry for help.”

Nicholas took the family’s tablet and opened the Gmail app. He cleared his throat, wanted to start to read, but then looked over at Centurion.

Nicholas: “Actually! I will let our guest of honor have the honor!”

He handed the tablet over to Centurion, who hesitantly accepted it.

Ruby:”Ooh, family reading! Do some funny voices, bud.”

Centurion: “I…. don’t know any funny voices.”

Ruby:”I was just kidding.”

Centurion: “Right. I thought so.”

He didn’t.

Centurion started reading from the top.

Centurion: “To His Royal Highness, Prince Dimka of Kabunda… I was very touched by the tragedy that befell you and your family. If this were a Hollywood production, I’d drop the line ‘I know what it’s like to have everything taken away from you,’ but that would be a lie. I have the privilege and blessing of a wonderful family. An intelligent, beautiful wife I love very dearly, and a phenomenally talented daughter who has excelled above even my wildest imaginations. And what more does a man need in life than his family? But yours was taken from you, as well as your home and country. So it would be an honor and a privilege to help you regain what you have lost. I shall send the required money to you within the day, in hopes that it will aid you in your restoration efforts. Don’t sweat the return date. Yours sincerely, Nicholas Debuchy.”

Olivia: “Seriously, Nicholas? ‘Don’t sweat the return’??”

Centurion: “If I may, dear madam, he did call you intelligent and beautiful.”

Olivia put her hand on Centurion’s forearm and smiled.

Olivia: “Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say!”

Nicholas: “Errrr, I said that, remember?”


Jones Dimka: “When I received your father’s e-mail, I stood, as you say, flabbergasted. For a moment, I thought he was one of those mythical Scandinavian creatures, errr…”

Centurion: “A troll?”

Jones Dimka: “Precisely! But no, he came through. Unfortunately, I had to run in order to avoid getting captured. By you, as it turned out. But as I returned to Lagos, I was able to lay claim to my heritage. And right now, I have the means to go free Kabunda and rule over my people with the empathy and understanding any liege should have.”

Ruby cast her eyes downward. She had rarely been this disappointed in herself. She had scolded her father for his foolishness, and set out on a quest to try and deny an honest man what was his by right. A man who was on his own quest of justice and righteousness. She put her arms back down and sat cross-legged in the middle of the chamber. Centurion crept over towards her and put an arm over her shoulders.

Centurion: “Hey, it’s okay. You couldn’t have known, really.”

Ruby:”Couldn’t I? All this time I thought I was doing the right thing, but apparently all I did was act out of prejudice and bigotry.”

Centurion: “Hey, come on now. Those are the last words anyone would associate with you. You were merely trying to protect your family.”

Ruby:”Looks like they didn’t need protection… All I did was make them worry. And I endangered myself because of it. And even worse, you… I thought I was wearing a mask, but it acted like a blindfold. So focused on trying to do the right thing, the heroic thing, that I ended up fighting those who needed to be protected. I don’t deserve this.”


Her hand reached for the band that kept her mask in place, seeking to rip it off. But as much as Centurion wanted to stop her, Jones was ahead of him.

Jones Dimka: “The mere fact you think that, is proof that you do. I see a lot of your father in you. His words portrayed a man who realizes his privilege, but doesn’t consider himself superior because of it. He considers himself lucky. And his greatest privilege of all was having a child he could imprint his wisdom on. And when I look at you, I see that he has succeeded in doing that. Because wisdom can take many forms. But the rarest one of all is compassion. And you have that in bundles.”

Centurion: “The man’s right, Rubes. So yeah, turns out we were here for the wrong reason, but… we were here for the right REASON! The real reason, being that you wanted to protect the innocent, and bring justice for those that the system forgot. And don’t ever let me catch you apologize for that.”

Centurion stood up and reached his hand towards his tag partner.

Centurion: “Come on. Sisterhood of Besties forever! Name change pending…”

Ruby smiled, and grabbed his hand, pulling herself upright.

Ruby:”Forever!”

Centurion: “Just so we’re clear, it’s not the name that’s forever, right?”

Ruby:”Oh no, we’re definitely changing that one. At some point. Soon-ish.”

With all of that being said, Centurion seemed to be satisfied and looked just about ready to leave. Jones put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder a took her apart for a few fnal words.

Jones Dimka: “Are you sure he’s not your boyfriend? He looks totally into you.”

Ruby:”Who, Centy? Come on. What would he want with a girl like me! We’re… just buddies.”

Jones Dimka: “Fine. Listen, now that you found me, I’m afraid my hand has been forced. I will be looking to go and free Kabunda soon. I could use someone like you at my side.”

Ruby:”Ahhh. Well, see, I’m flattered, but I’m no soldier, your highness. I’m a vigilante. I keep a few city blocks safe, and when I’m not doing that, I fight people in a ring for entertainment.”

Jones Dimka: “I understand. It is regrettable, but you must do what you feel is right. Nevertheless, I would like to ask you for one final favor…”

Ruby:”Sure. Least I can do after putting you through all this trouble…”


Quote:We’re back to the Debuchy family and Centurion on their home couch back in Ottawa.

Ruby:”So hey, all’s well that ends well, right?”

Centurion: “Sure, Rubes. But our real test is just beginning. We still have Cataclysm waiting for us, and they won’t be easy pickings.”

Ruby:”Very true, my guy. But for tonight, let’s focus on the positives. My dad, through a random act of kindness, helped give a man the means to take back his country. How’s that for heroism?”

Olivia: “That reminds me… Did we ever even get our money back?”

Nicholas: “Oh come on, sweetheart! Who cares about money? We…”

Olivia: “I do! The guys who decide whether or not to cut off our water and electricity at the end of the month, do! We have bills that need paying, Nicholas! Vraiment, je te jure, il y a des temps que je…”

Ruby:”Guys guys, guuuuys! Stop it! Mom, dad, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet.”

Ruby got up, followed by Centurion.

Centurion: “He insisted. He wanted to meet his hero.”

Ruby helped her father up, and Centurion did the same for Ruby’s mother, much to her delight. They led them outside, where a gigantic white limousine was parked in front of their driveway. As the doors opened, a familiar face emerged… to Ruby and Centurion, at least. But it didn’t take Ruby’s parents long to figure out who it was.

Jones Dimka approached them, and Nicholas wanted to kneel, but Olivia slapped him on the shoulder and he quickly got back to his feet, but still kept his head down.

Nicholas: “Your Royal Highness! It is truly an honor to welcome you here.”

Olivia: “Yes, it’s not every day we’re met with royalty. Certainly not royalty that still owes us money.”

Nicholas: “Sweetheart, be nice!”

But the Prince merely smiled.

Jones Dimka: “I can see where your daughter gets her quick wit and audacity from. But you are right, Mrs. Debuchy. I have come here to return what is owed.”

One of his employees handed Olivia a briefcase. She opened it, and her mouth fell open.

Jones Dimka: “As I said in my e-mail. Those who help me, shall receive a small amount of my fortune. So there it is. Eight hundred thousand Canadian dollars!”

Centurion leaned into Ruby, whispering in her ear.

Centurion: “…is that a lot?”

Ruby:”I’ll say. Over half a flippin’ mill in Mickey Mouse money! Or… United States Dollars, as Americans call them.”

Centurion: “Wow. So, they’re semi-rich?”

Ruby:”Nah, no chance. They’ll keep enough to pay their bills, and the rest’ll have gone to charity before the week is through, mark my words.”

Jones Dimka: “But now, I’m afraid I must leave you. I have plans of my own I must tend to, and they can no longer wait. I bid you farewell, Debuchy family, and Centurion. And hope that you all find love and happiness for as long as you may live.”

The Prince got back in his limo, and Olivia closed the briefcase before handing it to her husband.

Olivia: “Best get that to the bank. And please don’t try and lose it.”

Centurion grinned, and then turned to Ruby.

Centurion: “Wel, Rubes, it’s certainly been fun. But I’m afraid I should go. I have some obligations I must fulfill.”

Ruby:”Oh, right. Angelica mentioned that in a text. Crazy how different she is from Sarah, right?”

Centurion: “Honestly, it boggles my mind.”

Olivia: “Ohh, won’t you stay for lunch at least, mister Centurion?”

Centurion: “Afraid not, ma’am. Duty calls. But hey, if you’re in the neighborhood during the rest of the week… I’d love to meet up with you, Rubes.”

Ruby:”Flip yeah, it’s a date! We’ll have lunch for real. I’ll text you when I’m around.”

And she saw Centurion walk off. Strange, she missed him already… His sudden departure had created a void that she needed to fill. Something to distract her for a bit…

Where was that Go-Pro of hers?

From Ruby’s Go-Pro…

We see everyone’s favorite (and only) Banana-Lime Blur sitting in the grass. She’s unmasked, wearing her street clothes, and winks at the camera.

Ruby:”My guys! Whassup, whassup! Ya girl Rubes here again, checking in one final time before Relentless. This week has already been crazy as flip, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to slow down soon. Because on Saturday, Centy and I will be locked inside a prison with Cataclysm. The big bad spoopy baddies for whom Halloween happens 365 days a year! Man, just think of the CANDY! I do hope they brush their teeth at least twice daily! Say NO to tooth decay, kids, and brush often and thoroughly!

Anyway, this week’s events, have made me realize something… Something that’s always sounded obvious to me, but something that I’ve never really said out loud before.

In a world where you can be anything, be kind. It really is as simple as that. We’re all born as a tabula rasa. Sure, we’re genetically predisposed to have certain traits, but in the end, our choices are what define us. It can be as easy as lending someone a dollar. Or taking something off of a high shelf in the supermarket for their tinier fellow humans. Or just a simple thank you as a token of appreciation. It costs you nothing, and it makes the world so much more agreeable. But strangely enough, that seems to be a rarity in most of the wrestling business. Probably still a trending fad from the early nillies, like plateau shoes, centering all the text on your emo MySpace blog, CD’s of the Backstreet Boys past their prime, and other stuff like that.

It’s a lesson Cataclysm certainly hasn’t learned. And one I fear they never will. I guess… That makes them the bad guys? I mean, yeah, I can say that. I’m sure they wouldn’t even deny it. I’m sure they’d even take it as a compliment. They’ve certainly had plenty to say about Centy and I this week. And I noticed one thing… They’re clutching at the same old rhetoric as so many others before them. Dismissing me because I’m an Anarchy star.

Yay. Haven’t heard that one before, dudes.

Here’s a fun tidbit of info: Cataclysm has never won a match on Anarchy. Not because they don’t want to, or choose to. That’s what they’ll claim of course, but those are the excuses of cowards. No, it’s because they couldn’t, even if they tried. It’s because they haven’t mastered the art of the sprint. And here’s the thing, my flippies… Life ain’t a marathon. It’s a collection of track meets. Of showing up in the right place and the right time, and perform when and where it matters most. Win enough track meets, and you’re set for retirement, eventually. And you’ll be judged by your level of success.

Which, to be fair, they’ve won a fair amount of those. But at Relentless, we’re going to have to break out of a prison. And I’m very good at keeping guys locked up in prisons, believe it or not. I’m gonna have to do some things I will probably not be proud of, but I will do what must be done. Because Cataclysm’s reign has gone on long enough, and even the crickets have grown tired of chirping. So yes, the S.O.B. -oh flip, we forgot to think of a new name… well, name change still pending, I guess…- will do everything in its power to dethrone those monsters. Because let’s face it, the tumbleweeds have gathered all the hay they’re gonna find. Time for a change of scenery. And hey, if we win? They’re always welcome for a rematch on Anarchy and put my earlier statement to the test. Unless they’re scaredy-scared, of course.

Anyway, guys, the time for talk is over. I won’t bore you with an endless speech, because everything that needed to be said, has been said, and repetition is creativity’s worst enemy. Cataclysm will be Catacl’has’m before the week is through! Okay, that wasn’t a very good pun. See? Time for me to sign off. Toodles, my dearies. Brush your teeth. Wash your hands. Eat your veggies. Be nice, be kind, be beautiful on the inside. And you, too, can make all your dreams come true. Banana-Lime Blur OUT!”


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THE SCAM ARTIST

After her father fell victim to an advance-fee scam, Ruby and her tag partner Centurion travelled to Lagos, Nigeria in an effort to find the mastermind behind their operation and get the money back. After a lengthy search using old Star Wars toys upgraded by Ruby’s nerdy tech buddies, they finally managed to track down the hideout of their adversary.

However, things did not proceed as planned. After a failed infiltration attempt because of a loud Game Boy that turned out to NOT be high-tech spy gear, the pair were captured and left at the mercy of the man they only knew as ‘The Prince’. But as their captor started his interrogation, it started to feel like not everything was as it seemed…


Ruby and Centurion were still on their knees in front of their captor, but whose latest phrase had made both of them raise an eyebrow.

Quote: The Prince: “I, Prince Jones Dimka, son of a murdered father and rightful heir to the throne of Kaduna, will have his legacy… And nobody will stop me. Now… WHO sent you?”

Centurion: “Wait… We weren’t sent by anybody. She’s telling the truth!”

Ruby:”My mainest man nailed it, dude.”

Jones Dimka: “I’m afraid I don’t believe you. I recognize you, little masked girl dressed in yellow and green!”

Ruby:”Banana-lime, please and thank you…”

Jones Dimka: “You are the one who disturbed my operations in Quebec! Tracking me down like this is an impressive feat, but I shall no longer bow to the oppressors!”

Centurion: “Rubes, do you have any idea what he’s talking about?”

Ruby shook her head, even though she had an inkling, and they both looked up at Jones Dimka.

Jones Dimka: “I once had a dream that was Kabunda. But then that dream was taken from me. My father, the king, savagely murdered by the pretender Nwanko! That villain stole our crown, stole our legacy, stole our land and my people!”

Ruby:”…language… But wait… Are you telling me you’re an ACTUAL PRINCE??”

Quote:We see Ruby, Centurion and both of Ruby’s parents sitting in the same couch at Ruby’s house. Ruby and Cent are in the middle, with Nicholas sitting next to his daughter, and Olivia sitting next to her favorite wrestler.

Nicholas: “Told you SOOOOOOOOOOO!”

He grins as wide as he’s ever grinned in his life and looks over at the three others, who roll their eyes in concert.

Jones Dimka nodded.

Jones Dimka: “Yes. I was cast out, barely managed to escape with my life, and found myself penniless, save for my family’s properties in Lagos, Quebec and Brussels. My assets frozen, my whole family’s fortune locked in the vaults of the Nigerian government. I had to fight for my survival, but it seems like the enemy has finally tracked me down.”

Ruby:”Whoa whoa whoa, dude, we’re not the enemy!”

Jones Dimka: “Are you not? I find that hard to believe. The moment I have gathered the means to take back my country, you disrupt my operations in Quebec and force me to flee, even threatening my men with torture!”

Centurion: “Yeah, Family Matters is pretty bad, Rubes, he’s got a point there.”

Ruby:”But wait, this makes zero sense! What’s with the fake e-mails?”

Jones Dimka: “Fake e-mails?”

Ruby:”Yeah! You were trying to rip people off!”

Jones Dimka: “Not in the least.”

Ruby:”Oh come on! You’ve got a small army, how do you pay for them, eh? And what’s with all the fancy houses? How can you afford them?”

Centurion: “Well, they’re his family’s, I believe he said. Probably hidden from the records as some kind of safehouse for when things go wrong, like, say, a coup d’état. As for his mercenaries, they’re probably his countrymen who follow him out of loyalty rather than big paychecks. Like you once said, Rubes, not everybody needs the incentive of monetary reward to do the right thing.”

Ruby:”Wh-? How do you know all that?”

Centurion shrugged.

Centurion: “It all kind of clicked into place for me all of a sudden. I guess an outsider’s perspective helps in this case.”

Prince Dimka smiled.

Jones Dimka: “Your boyfriend is correct, girl in banana-lime.”

Ruby:”He’s not my boyf—Look, never mind. But if you’re so amazing and genuine, how come you stole thousands of dollars from my father, eh?”

She looked over at Centurion.

Ruby:”EH?”

He didn’t have an immediate answer for her.

Jones Dimka: “I have never taken someone’s money without their consent.”

Ruby:”Of course not! You prey on their kindness and gullibility! But I swear on my dead parakeet’s grave, as long as my name is Ruby Debuchy I shall get back my father’s mo--”

The Prince held up his hand to cut her off.

Jones Dimka: “Debuchy? Your name is Debuchy?”

Ruby:”Yes, what of it?”

Jones Dimka: “You are related to Nicholas Debuchy?”

Ruby:”I’d say so. He IS my father! I bet you know him, too!”

Jones Dimka: “Most certainly. I owe him a great debt.”

Ruby:”Wow, you’re not even denying it!”

Jones Dimka: “When I was at my lowest of lows, finally there he was… An enthusiastic guardian… A bright knight…”

Ruby:”…What?”

Jones Dimka motioned towards his men and they all lowered their weapons, making Ruby and Centurion feel a little bit more at ease.

Centurion: “Okay, I’m starting to get the feeling this is all one giant misunderstanding.”

Ruby:”But… the e-mails! You robbed my dad!”

Jones Dimka: “Robbed? No, I begged. Like I begged thousands of others. But only one man showed the kindness that he showed…”

Quote:Nicholas: “TOLD YOU SOOOOOOO!”

Olivia: “Nobody likes a braggart, dear…”

Jones Dimka: “Thanks to your father, I was able to regain my fortune. And I have not forgotten it. After his donation, I was finally able to free up my family’s fortunes… And the Dimka family can finally rebuild, and take back Kabunda.”

Ruby:”But… but… That makes no sense! Banks don’t hold your money unless you pay!”

Centurion: “Wellll, to be honest, Rubes, we had to pay to get our luggage back, remember? We had to pay to get through customs. Pay to even get off the plane! This honestly seems… not too far-fetched.”

Jones Dimka: “Exactly. This is the way. And it is corrupt. And change must come. But those in power want to keep these structures intact so they can step on the poor and downtrod.”

Ruby shook her head. For Centurion, the penny seemed to have dropped, but our heroine had some trouble wrapping her head around the subject.

Ruby:”Wait wait wait… So you’re telling me that my dad was the ONLY person to actually reply to your e-mail?”

Prince Dimka nodded.

Jones Dimka: “Yes, alas. For years we’ve tried. First, we fled to Europe. But our time in Brussels wasn’t very successful. Thousands of e-mails we sent, begging and pleading for help in our plight. But as it turns out, Belgians are either very stingy, very distrustful or a little bit of both.”

Ruby:”Oh… Yeah, and they have that weird blackface tradition too. Cringe.”

Jones Dimka: “Precisely. So my loyal subjects suggested we move our main base of operations to Canada. I was told the people there are nice and kind.”

Ruby:”I guess we are! Thanks, bud!”

Centurion: “Can’t argue with that!”

Jones Dimka: “But as it turned out, I wasn’t faring much better. We were sending thousands of mails daily, but without any success. Until one person e-mailed us back.”

Ruby:”My dad?”

Jones Dimka: “No, it was some guy called Kyle, who told me to get a real job. As if I wasn’t fighting to get my homeland back! But then I got a second e-mail!”

Centurion: “Ruby’s dad?”

Jones Dimka: “No, it was Kyle again, claiming he had sexual relations with my mother, may she rest in peace. But then I got a third mail!”

Ruby:”Let me guess, Kyle again?”

Jones Dimka: “Of course not, we blocked him after that! No, it was your father!”

Centurion: “Should’ve seen that one coming, Rubes.”

Ruby:”I really should have.”


Quote:
Nicholas: “See, when everyone was making fun of me, including my wife who called me every name in the book…”

Olivia: “I called you a doofus. ONCE!”

The four of them were sitting in the couch again. The addition of Centurion had made any kind of moving room scarce, but the only one who seemed discomforted by that was Centurion himself, who was wedged in between Ruby and her mother. Still, he tried to play it cool.

Centurion: “Well, Mrs. Debuchy, as your daughter once told me, we should not be judged by how low we’re willing to debase ourselves, we should be judged on how high we wanna lift ourselves up afterwards.”

Ruby:”Pretty sure I just said we shouldn’t judge people when they’re at their lowest, bud. But in the right kind of context, that’s actually a really nice thing to say. Someone should wrote that down!”

Nicholas quickly put away his pen and notebook, and then returned his attention to the camera.

Nicholas: “So as I was SUPER-SAIYAN…”

Ruby:”Hah! Classic!”

She elbowed Centurion in the tricep.

Ruby:”Dragon Ball Z reference…”

Centurion: “He used the word ‘super’, maybe it was a Banana-Lime Blur reference!”

Nicholas: “My guy! Up top!”

Ruby’s father went in for a high five. Cent wasn’t going to leave him hanging. He imagined Ruby would be devastated if he did.

Nicholas: “So anyway, I sent His Royal Highness Prince Dimka a VERY nice e-mail, detailing how I was willing to help. But APPARENTLY, that was a naïve thing of me to do, according to some people. One of which was my own daughter! Now what did I always tell you??”

Centurion: “You told her that naïve is just a word a pessimist uses to describe an optimist?”

Olivia: “Ooh, I like this one!”

Ruby’s mother was, obviously, referencing to Centurion. Nicholas beamed with pride while Ruby grinned.

Ruby:”Flip, how’d you know that??”

Centurion: “I watched your taxi promo. And after meeting your father, it’s… pretty apparent where you get a lot of your wisdom from.”

Nicholas: “And her good looks too, right??”

Centurion was taken aback by that particular response, as was Olivia, who was glaring holes through her husband, who immediately noticed.

Nicholas: “I err.. meant she gets her good looks from her mother, obviously!”

Olivia: “Yes. Obviously…”

Nicholas: “Anyway, this is the e-mail I sent HRH… His Royal Highness… soon after I received his cry for help.”

Nicholas took the family’s tablet and opened the Gmail app. He cleared his throat, wanted to start to read, but then looked over at Centurion.

Nicholas: “Actually! I will let our guest of honor have the honor!”

He handed the tablet over to Centurion, who hesitantly accepted it.

Ruby:”Ooh, family reading! Do some funny voices, bud.”

Centurion: “I…. don’t know any funny voices.”

Ruby:”I was just kidding.”

Centurion: “Right. I thought so.”

He didn’t.

Centurion started reading from the top.

Centurion: “To His Royal Highness, Prince Dimka of Kabunda… I was very touched by the tragedy that befell you and your family. If this were a Hollywood production, I’d drop the line ‘I know what it’s like to have everything taken away from you,’ but that would be a lie. I have the privilege and blessing of a wonderful family. An intelligent, beautiful wife I love very dearly, and a phenomenally talented daughter who has excelled above even my wildest imaginations. And what more does a man need in life than his family? But yours was taken from you, as well as your home and country. So it would be an honor and a privilege to help you regain what you have lost. I shall send the required money to you within the day, in hopes that it will aid you in your restoration efforts. Don’t sweat the return date. Yours sincerely, Nicholas Debuchy.”

Olivia: “Seriously, Nicholas? ‘Don’t sweat the return’??”

Centurion: “If I may, dear madam, he did call you intelligent and beautiful.”

Olivia put her hand on Centurion’s forearm and smiled.

Olivia: “Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say!”

Nicholas: “Errrr, I said that, remember?”


Jones Dimka: “When I received your father’s e-mail, I stood, as you say, flabbergasted. For a moment, I thought he was one of those mythical Scandinavian creatures, errr…”

Centurion: “A troll?”

Jones Dimka: “Precisely! But no, he came through. Unfortunately, I had to run in order to avoid getting captured. By you, as it turned out. But as I returned to Lagos, I was able to lay claim to my heritage. And right now, I have the means to go free Kabunda and rule over my people with the empathy and understanding any liege should have.”

Ruby cast her eyes downward. She had rarely been this disappointed in herself. She had scolded her father for his foolishness, and set out on a quest to try and deny an honest man what was his by right. A man who was on his own quest of justice and righteousness. She put her arms back down and sat cross-legged in the middle of the chamber. Centurion crept over towards her and put an arm over her shoulders.

Centurion: “Hey, it’s okay. You couldn’t have known, really.”

Ruby:”Couldn’t I? All this time I thought I was doing the right thing, but apparently all I did was act out of prejudice and bigotry.”

Centurion: “Hey, come on now. Those are the last words anyone would associate with you. You were merely trying to protect your family.”

Ruby:”Looks like they didn’t need protection… All I did was make them worry. And I endangered myself because of it. And even worse, you… I thought I was wearing a mask, but it acted like a blindfold. So focused on trying to do the right thing, the heroic thing, that I ended up fighting those who needed to be protected. I don’t deserve this.”


Her hand reached for the band that kept her mask in place, seeking to rip it off. But as much as Centurion wanted to stop her, Jones was ahead of him.

Jones Dimka: “The mere fact you think that, is proof that you do. I see a lot of your father in you. His words portrayed a man who realizes his privilege, but doesn’t consider himself superior because of it. He considers himself lucky. And his greatest privilege of all was having a child he could imprint his wisdom on. And when I look at you, I see that he has succeeded in doing that. Because wisdom can take many forms. But the rarest one of all is compassion. And you have that in bundles.”

Centurion: “The man’s right, Rubes. So yeah, turns out we were here for the wrong reason, but… we were here for the right REASON! The real reason, being that you wanted to protect the innocent, and bring justice for those that the system forgot. And don’t ever let me catch you apologize for that.”

Centurion stood up and reached his hand towards his tag partner.

Centurion: “Come on. Sisterhood of Besties forever! Name change pending…”

Ruby smiled, and grabbed his hand, pulling herself upright.

Ruby:”Forever!”

Centurion: “Just so we’re clear, it’s not the name that’s forever, right?”

Ruby:”Oh no, we’re definitely changing that one. At some point. Soon-ish.”

With all of that being said, Centurion seemed to be satisfied and looked just about ready to leave. Jones put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder a took her apart for a few fnal words.

Jones Dimka: “Are you sure he’s not your boyfriend? He looks totally into you.”

Ruby:”Who, Centy? Come on. What would he want with a girl like me! We’re… just buddies.”

Jones Dimka: “Fine. Listen, now that you found me, I’m afraid my hand has been forced. I will be looking to go and free Kabunda soon. I could use someone like you at my side.”

Ruby:”Ahhh. Well, see, I’m flattered, but I’m no soldier, your highness. I’m a vigilante. I keep a few city blocks safe, and when I’m not doing that, I fight people in a ring for entertainment.”

Jones Dimka: “I understand. It is regrettable, but you must do what you feel is right. Nevertheless, I would like to ask you for one final favor…”

Ruby:”Sure. Least I can do after putting you through all this trouble…”


Quote:We’re back to the Debuchy family and Centurion on their home couch back in Ottawa.

Ruby:”So hey, all’s well that ends well, right?”

Centurion: “Sure, Rubes. But our real test is just beginning. We still have Cataclysm waiting for us, and they won’t be easy pickings.”

Ruby:”Very true, my guy. But for tonight, let’s focus on the positives. My dad, through a random act of kindness, helped give a man the means to take back his country. How’s that for heroism?”

Olivia: “That reminds me… Did we ever even get our money back?”

Nicholas: “Oh come on, sweetheart! Who cares about money? We…”

Olivia: “I do! The guys who decide whether or not to cut off our water and electricity at the end of the month, do! We have bills that need paying, Nicholas! Vraiment, je te jure, il y a des temps que je…”

Ruby:”Guys guys, guuuuys! Stop it! Mom, dad, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet.”

Ruby got up, followed by Centurion.

Centurion: “He insisted. He wanted to meet his hero.”

Ruby helped her father up, and Centurion did the same for Ruby’s mother, much to her delight. They led them outside, where a gigantic white limousine was parked in front of their driveway. As the doors opened, a familiar face emerged… to Ruby and Centurion, at least. But it didn’t take Ruby’s parents long to figure out who it was.

Jones Dimka approached them, and Nicholas wanted to kneel, but Olivia slapped him on the shoulder and he quickly got back to his feet, but still kept his head down.

Nicholas: “Your Royal Highness! It is truly an honor to welcome you here.”

Olivia: “Yes, it’s not every day we’re met with royalty. Certainly not royalty that still owes us money.”

Nicholas: “Sweetheart, be nice!”

But the Prince merely smiled.

Jones Dimka: “I can see where your daughter gets her quick wit and audacity from. But you are right, Mrs. Debuchy. I have come here to return what is owed.”

One of his employees handed Olivia a briefcase. She opened it, and her mouth fell open.

Jones Dimka: “As I said in my e-mail. Those who help me, shall receive a small amount of my fortune. So there it is. Eight hundred thousand Canadian dollars!”

Centurion leaned into Ruby, whispering in her ear.

Centurion: “…is that a lot?”

Ruby:”I’ll say. Over half a flippin’ mill in Mickey Mouse money! Or… United States Dollars, as Americans call them.”

Centurion: “Wow. So, they’re semi-rich?”

Ruby:”Nah, no chance. They’ll keep enough to pay their bills, and the rest’ll have gone to charity before the week is through, mark my words.”

Jones Dimka: “But now, I’m afraid I must leave you. I have plans of my own I must tend to, and they can no longer wait. I bid you farewell, Debuchy family, and Centurion. And hope that you all find love and happiness for as long as you may live.”

The Prince got back in his limo, and Olivia closed the briefcase before handing it to her husband.

Olivia: “Best get that to the bank. And please don’t try and lose it.”

Centurion grinned, and then turned to Ruby.

Centurion: “Wel, Rubes, it’s certainly been fun. But I’m afraid I should go. I have some obligations I must fulfill.”

Ruby:”Oh, right. Angelica mentioned that in a text. Crazy how different she is from Sarah, right?”

Centurion: “Honestly, it boggles my mind.”

Olivia: “Ohh, won’t you stay for lunch at least, mister Centurion?”

Centurion: “Afraid not, ma’am. Duty calls. But hey, if you’re in the neighborhood during the rest of the week… I’d love to meet up with you, Rubes.”

Ruby:”Flip yeah, it’s a date! We’ll have lunch for real. I’ll text you when I’m around.”

And she saw Centurion walk off. Strange, she missed him already… His sudden departure had created a void that she needed to fill. Something to distract her for a bit…

Where was that Go-Pro of hers?

From Ruby’s Go-Pro…

We see everyone’s favorite (and only) Banana-Lime Blur sitting in the grass. She’s unmasked, wearing her street clothes, and winks at the camera.

Ruby:”My guys! Whassup, whassup! Ya girl Rubes here again, checking in one final time before Relentless. This week has already been crazy as flip, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to slow down soon. Because on Saturday, Centy and I will be locked inside a prison with Cataclysm. The big bad spoopy baddies for whom Halloween happens 365 days a year! Man, just think of the CANDY! I do hope they brush their teeth at least twice daily! Say NO to tooth decay, kids, and brush often and thoroughly!

Anyway, this week’s events, have made me realize something… Something that’s always sounded obvious to me, but something that I’ve never really said out loud before.

In a world where you can be anything, be kind. It really is as simple as that. We’re all born as a tabula rasa. Sure, we’re genetically predisposed to have certain traits, but in the end, our choices are what define us. It can be as easy as lending someone a dollar. Or taking something off of a high shelf in the supermarket for their tinier fellow humans. Or just a simple thank you as a token of appreciation. It costs you nothing, and it makes the world so much more agreeable. But strangely enough, that seems to be a rarity in most of the wrestling business. Probably still a trending fad from the early nillies, like plateau shoes, centering all the text on your emo MySpace blog, CD’s of the Backstreet Boys past their prime, and other stuff like that.

It’s a lesson Cataclysm certainly hasn’t learned. And one I fear they never will. I guess… That makes them the bad guys? I mean, yeah, I can say that. I’m sure they wouldn’t even deny it. I’m sure they’d even take it as a compliment. They’ve certainly had plenty to say about Centy and I this week. And I noticed one thing… They’re clutching at the same old rhetoric as so many others before them. Dismissing me because I’m an Anarchy star.

Yay. Haven’t heard that one before, dudes.

Here’s a fun tidbit of info: Cataclysm has never won a match on Anarchy. Not because they don’t want to, or choose to. That’s what they’ll claim of course, but those are the excuses of cowards. No, it’s because they couldn’t, even if they tried. It’s because they haven’t mastered the art of the sprint. And here’s the thing, my flippies… Life ain’t a marathon. It’s a collection of track meets. Of showing up in the right place and the right time, and perform when and where it matters most. Win enough track meets, and you’re set for retirement, eventually. And you’ll be judged by your level of success.

Which, to be fair, they’ve won a fair amount of those. But at Relentless, we’re going to have to break out of a prison. And I’m very good at keeping guys locked up in prisons, believe it or not. I’m gonna have to do some things I will probably not be proud of, but I will do what must be done. Because Cataclysm’s reign has gone on long enough, and even the crickets have grown tired of chirping. So yes, the S.O.B. -oh flip, we forgot to think of a new name… well, name change still pending, I guess…- will do everything in its power to dethrone those monsters. Because let’s face it, the tumbleweeds have gathered all the hay they’re gonna find. Time for a change of scenery. And hey, if we win? They’re always welcome for a rematch on Anarchy and put my earlier statement to the test. Unless they’re scaredy-scared, of course.

Anyway, guys, the time for talk is over. I won’t bore you with an endless speech, because everything that needed to be said, has been said, and repetition is creativity’s worst enemy. Cataclysm will be Catacl’has’m before the week is through! Okay, that wasn’t a very good pun. See? Time for me to sign off. Toodles, my dearies. Brush your teeth. Wash your hands. Eat your veggies. Be nice, be kind, be beautiful on the inside. And you, too, can make all your dreams come true. Banana-Lime Blur OUT!”


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"Seeing how Centurion has a difficult time keeping up with the bouncing ball. We here in Cataclysm we care about our older generation... So, we decided to slow things down a bit... You know cut the scary shit and head on down to Mayberry... Maybe talk about the weather for a few hours and then take a nape wearing our favorite jacket... Hey, Chris, do you happen to have any hard candy in your pocket by chance? My throat is a bit scratchy, need to wet my whistle as those crazy kids like to say..."



A grin forms as Robert takes a mammoth bit of his crustless peanut butter sandwich with extra strawberry jelly...



" Yeah hang on for a second, watching Magnum PI on Netflix... It's almost over... And... Done... Good ole Tom Selleck and that moustache man..."



Page places his phone in his right pocket, then begins digging into his left for a piece of hard candy. He pulls out an unwrapped peppermint tossing it to Robert.



" Dude... No wrapper?"



Page shurgs.



" Homie, that's how those old farts roll... That and house slippers and shit... Who in the fuck wears house slippers when it's 90 degrees outside? Wait..."



Page raises his index finger as a light comes on upstairs.



"Centurion..."



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Both members of Cataclysm glance upwards staring into the heavens painted by the hand of God himself... The starry night above them was grander than the imagination could ever create. There were fainter patches speckled across the sky, the constellations altered according to the time of year. Robert points to the sky...



" Look, Chris, it's ruby..."



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Chris's eyes light up.



" Wow a real-life superhero..."



" Wait... Nope... That's a 747 landing... Shit man... I'm sorry to get your hopes up like that... I hate to break your heart like that kid..."



Page lowers his head in disappointment... He then whispers to Robert...



"Robert, are superheroes real?"



Page lifts his head snickering as Robert replies staring dead into the camera...



"Not in our world..."



The black before them had a velveteen quality as comet shoots over the rock...



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The suddenly becomes ablaze, as a magnificent streak of white and tinted cobalt tail that caresses the heavens above. Robert watches, as his eyes become as wide as silver dollars... He lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding and lets his shoulders hang loose nudging Page with his elbow.



" Make a whish Chris."



"Way ahead of you... Hopefully, they are dead..."



Robert gives Page a dirty look...



" Chris come on man... We are supposed to be uplifting in this one, man... I'd hate for Centurion to digress for forty-five minutes about how scary we look and sound like he's done repeatedly now... That's that old age stuff creeping in though... He forgets what he just said completely understandable..."



" This one is for the kids and shit... Got it... It'd be a shame if Centurion committed suicide or something..."



They each leer on as the comet begins to fade away off in the distance, leaving dashes of glitter on the purple sky, just enough to bring ideas of travelling the heavens to Main and Page. In their minds they were both already traversing space from its brilliant surface of ethereal blue, creating new dreams like freshly spun candy.



" Should we go talk with Barker? I mean we did beat the shit out of him, pulling off his fingernails with rusty pliers, electrocuting him in an electric chair... Broke his leg and tried to gas him in the gas chamber..."



Page throws his hands up.



"Let's be fair... This was all a misunderstanding... Let him cool off a bit more and we'll go down to the dock and have a chat with him... This will all be water under the bridge when I'm finished talking with him. It's going to all be okay Robert... I promise..."



Page slaps Robert on the back finishing the rest of his PB&J with crunchy peanut butter, bananas and cinnamon...



" This is how I like my PB&J Cent."



Page grins flipping the camera off.



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” Let's walk down to the dock and shoot on these two some more and see what Barker is doing... We'll smooth it over from there..."



Page opens up the dialogue as he and Robert begin to make their way towards the dock where they will escape Alcatraz retaining the XWF Tag Team Championships... he states towards The Omega.



"I think it’s safe to say we’ve gotten their undivided attention."



Robert rolls his eyes...



” I know... I know... Trying now in the last quarter of the game to correct the errors of their ways... Still, none of what has been said ]can make up for their foolishness. That is going to remain on display throughout the remainder of this shit show... You've got one relic trying to talk the best shit he can without his dentures falling out the front of his face... And the other trying "super" hard to piece together a story...”



Robert paused, as his head tilted toward the already inky sky. The moonlight streamed down upon his pale skin. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckled. The laughter became contagious as Page began snickering also...


” They’re just overshadowed, outmatched and outgunned at every turn... Centurion is worried about everything else but this match... Fix Us? Mother fucker what you need to be fixing is your career that has hit bedrock... The two of you are like so many others that have crossed over into our lane and got smoked like a cheap cigar... The Past tends to repeat itself... We have always and will always be the true measuring stick in the wrestling business... The entire profession revolves around Cataclysm. When you step up to us you can’t make those novice mistakes... Because if you do we will cram every one of those back down your throats... Kind of like we've been doing to Centurion and Ruby... We've served up gigantic helpings of humble pie and these two have already got a taste... But the best is yet to come... Tomorrow night... We finish the guy who believed he is a legend while clipping the wings of a superhero... Two birds one stone...”



Page threw his arms out as wide as possible.


” Are they even on the same page yet? Or are we continuing this charade that we’ve not done anything with the titles? Hey, Centurion, we've been double-booked on three pay-per-views in a row... Tell me where in the blue hell you've been? It amazes me how a sideline hoe tries too swoop in and talk shit like he is relevant... Dude... I hate to break this to you but you were not consequential when you were in the Universal Championship scene... Unlike you Cent, we’re so dominating people turn away from title matches with us? Facing you doesn't do a damn thing for Rober or me... What you are is a cheap imitation... A fucking downgrade... I mean it seems as the only time challenges get acknowledged is if Dyson is having another here today gone tomorrow moment, and that’s because she’s got a thing for Robert and The Omega, yet it is amazing as fuck when she leaves the drama leaves with her.”


” Let’s just cut the shit and shoot straight because I’m growing rather tired of pretending that Ruby or Centurion is a threat to either one of us individually let alone collectively. I'm mean because I'm hiding insecurities? Centurion, you are saying Chris Chaos level stupid shit... Peter Gilmour lever absurdity. Tell me dickwad what I have to be insecure about? Maybe it's my Universal Championship reign... Yeah, that's it... Something you could never touch I might add, and yeah I know that is low hanging fruit... But... When it's one hundred percent the truth... There is no arguing it... It's the truth... See what you are is jealous... You've done everything the right way your entire fucking career and where has that gotten you? No place fast... In five fucking years I've accomplished more accolades than you have in your entire career... If you are looking for insecurities... Take a look in the mirror..."



Robert's breathing became more rapid before continuing.



" I'll say this right now if I am having a mid-life crisis because I wear a mask and have split personalities... I like where I'm sitting with two championship belts... What do you have? NOTHING! See what we have given the people out there int he XWF universe is something that they can sink their teeth into... A real story, a TEAM EFFORT... Not this Hodgepodge of a mess you and Ruby have been throwing out... We’ve already exposed you both for the complete absurdity that's run from your mouths... Cent, you say that this match favors you guys because they don’t have to pin us or make us submit No shit... Ruby, thinks we’re overlooking them, neither of you has won anything of relevance in a very long time... The both of you are struggling to get back to winning ways by trying to take down the ONLY team to run undefeated throughout 2020? Nah homie, that dog don’t hunt." But keep spinning that bull shit for the world... Man you are in denial...



Page hops in.



” There’s not much left they can do but play the same tired cards with a shitty spin that makes it even more atrocious... We've been subjected to a senile fuck that has to question why he’s a fucking loser and a superhero that spends more time on GoPro... Going out of her way to show people she’s a superhero because she’s a scared little girl that requires the attention of the masses to make herself feel better about being a stupid cunt. Centurion, I'll tell you what we want int he sugar-coated way that you'd like... We want to be the best that ever walked the fucking isle... Longest reigning Tag Team Champions, X-Champion, Television Champion... That's what we want... By the way, the only thing that you'll be hugging after the dust settles is a stretcher on the way to the nearest emergency room Sunday morning... ”


Page crosses his arms as he lowers his head shaking it from side to side.


” Tell us how you feel.”


The Omega snickers as he eggs Page on.


” Fine! Centurion, this fucking guy ate paint chips as a child because he CLEARLY doesn’t get it. Every time he opens his mouth he spits the same garbage, it just makes me want to slap the shit out of him. The guy wants us to have a promo where we all sit around holding hands and sing songs... Get the fuck out of here with that bull shit man... ”


Page steps to the camera as if speaking directly to Centurion.


” Chris Page and Robert Main are locked away deep in our subconscious and won’t be making an appearance while we’re engaged in battle on The Rock. You’re dealing with the Omega and you’re dealing with The Beast; we’re smarter, we’re tougher and we’re more violent than Robert or Chris ever thought of being.”


” Tell me, Centurion, where I'm weak... I listen with open ears... Was it the time I carried your broken-down ass over the finish line at Wargames? Or when I was carrying the company on my shoulders wearing a belt you never will? Or when I was beating the breaks off your buddy FUZZ... I haven't lost since 2019 pal... Being weak isn't a word I've ever head describing Robert Main... And yes I took some time off after a record-breaking run as Universal Champion and UK did defeat me... That's a tough pill for me to swallow, and always will be for that matter... But tell me this super Cent... What did you do captain contradiction after Fuzz kicked your ass?



You bounced... So, don't give me this Robert took his ball and went home speel... Because you Cent did the same thing... LOOK GUYS POT MEET KETTLE... We come out and play when the time calls for it; like say a fight in a prison for example as opposed to a wrestling match with Chris Chaos and Peter Gilmour... We come out and play when the powers that be are stupid enough to put people like you in this position... So, that we can make an example, after example, after example as our path of destruction continues to rage onward and upward.”


” The sooner you come to terms with just WHO you’re fighting tomorrow night in Alcatraz the better off you’re going to be and maybe, just maybe you might fully understand the severity of your current situation. It was cute to see you try and humanize Chris and Robert, and you’re right they do eat, they do sleep and they do regular shit like regular people…




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” We applaud you for pointing out something everyone is well aware all the while continuing to show your lack of intelligence to the situation right now. We don’t occupy their entire life, the matter of fact as soon as we’re done shedding your blood and successfully adding your names to our body count the Omega and I are going to go away and the loveable Chris Page and Robert Main you speak of will once again emerge. This is not complicated.”



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Main and Page made there was out on to the dock their footsteps echoing off the rotting wood beneath their feet... The dock sat just at the edge of the island strutting across the on barnacle and muscle encrusted stilts, tide out, warm salty breeze. Robert gazes out towards the horizon watching the full moon rise into the night sky... Wooden rails spattered with bird droppings surrounded them... The ocean breeze coats Page's skin in a light mist of brine leaving it salty to taste.


” Oh but it is when you’re dealing with someone like a Centurion; poor guy, refers to himself as the best wrestler to never hold the Universal Championship? Give us all a break from that one-liner, please... The straightforward truth, you were just never good enough to get the job done... Talk about a walking, talking contradiction. The simplest truth when it comes to you is you are your own worst enemy. You always have been and you always will be. You’ve lead Ruby to failure now, you’ve let her down with your cheesy, unentertaining self…. And it’s cute that you don’t want to acknowledge yourself as a catastrophe because you are man... Big time...And have run off taking bookings in another company with even LESSER talents so you can rack up a resume and feel better about your fucking self, or at the least manage some winners so you can finally figure out what that tastes like again. How you of all people can point a finger in any direction but your own is mindboggling..."


” I’m sorry this isn’t the Hart Division and you can’t run rough shot like you once did because unlike that division there are players in this one."


” Compare us to anyone you want to, to anything you’ve done in the past... It seems the past is where you love to dwell, isn’t Cent? I mean hell, I would too if that were the only place I was ever successful. That's just me talking with all my insecurities... I get weighed down sometimes ya know? Carrying around damn near twenty pounds of gold all the time gets exhausting... Oh, and no Cent you don't know what that feels like... ”


” I wonder why he talks about his past adventures so much? ”


” It’s the only place he attained an ounce of success.”


” I’m happy for you. It's amazing to me how you bring up the past like it's going to save your ass in this match... You want to use past experiences as a feeble attempt to make yourself seem like you have a shot here, but in case you haven’t noticed while you might have some experience dealing with multiple personalities you’ve NEVER, not ONE TIME, dealt with The Omega and a Beast. What you are doing is using those past experiences as a crutch... You, sir, are in for a very rude awakening, you see we smell your fear; it exudes from your pores with every word you state, and with every word you state you’re digging your grave that much deeper.”


” What’s this guy’s hard-on with me anyway?"


” A Better question would be is there any specific reason this old fossil is recycling material he’s already tried to throw once in past, dare I say War Games, maybe he’s rehashing it because most of his material is glossed over and perhaps people didn’t see it; very plausible, but I feel like we’ve covered most of this at least six or seven times in the past.”


” That’s because we have and unfortunately the MANY times it’s been discussed it didn’t involve Cent or Ruby so they probably didn’t pay attention… Damn I completely fucking flabbergasted...”


” I’ll allow you to do the honors.”


The Omega steps forward gazing into the camera with a sly smirk etched across his face.


” Why do you continue to ask the same fucking questions? No, I seriously want to know because it seems like you’ve asked that question three times now dating back to the captains match for War Games. Are you truly this feeble or do you make it an exercised effort because at this point I can’t even tell anymore? I was woken up, he snapped out of the fantasy world that you still live in and realized that none of you had his back when it mattered. You talk about James Raven putting his legacy on the line for me, well I surpassed James Raven YEARS ago! You said Shawn and Engineer were practically begging for me to challenge them for the Universal Title, and yet this has been covered many times before, I wasn’t going to lend them ANY credibility, and why should I? Both Shawn and Engineer stood on the sidelines spouting out how I beat nobody during my reign… Did you see them stepping to the plate? They got what they had coming to them, Shawn’s run on top can be marked with an asterisk just like Engineer’s. I ground Shawn to a halt in two matches in a row... I destroyed the then hero Universal Champion and made it look uncomplicated while I was doing it... I kicked your boy's ass Cent... Just like I've always kicked yours... Fuck them and fuck you..’.”[/mm]


” I was there for Robert when guys like you were not! I showed Robert the error of his ways and unlocked The Omega, the same Omega that has always existed, he just didn’t know how to unleash it upon the world. So you ask why Robert and I are friends? You ask why Robert associates with me? Because they’re both winners. Look at what we have accomplished this year alone... Robert is one fucking belt away from becoming a grand slam in this little federation... Yet we've done nothing... Centurion all we have done is win and piss people like you off that cannot keep up...”


” Look no further than the gold they carry; each carrying the Tag Division and two singles divisions into the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year while Centurion and Ruby don’t have anything to clutch but his dick and her vagina…. And from the sounds of it, Centurion’s got a pound of sand in his.”



Page places his hand on Barker's shoulder as barker cast a rod they found.



" How are you?"



Adam hesitates before replying...



" I'm beat up... But I'll survive... Listen Chris, Robert, I'm sorry for what I did..."



Robert waves barker off...



"No man we were out of line... It will never happen again... let's just be thankful no one got hurt... Catch anything so far?"



Barker shakes his head no...



" No... I'm about to give up... Nothing is biting tonight..."



"That's too bad..."



Robert points at the rod slightly jerking...



"Looks like you might have a bite..."



Pages turns to the camera.


” But wait! If the generic couldn’t be even more cookie-cutter than he already has been he went the SAME direction as everyone else again!”[/mm]




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” Does Robert know eventually Chris is going to turn on him?”


” WHAT! You son of a bitch don't you do it..."


” Yeah man, Centurion like SO MANY OTHERS have the preconceived notion that Chris is using Robert to get to the top and when the time is right he’s going to stab him in the back; because ya know, that’s his thing."


” Oh my God! Why am I just now hearing about this? Oh, wait… I’m not. This is how every team has come after us... Why because there isn't anything to go after... They can't say that I'm this downtrodden loser that hasn't accomplished anything because it won't work... They can't say we haven't done anything because we have moved mountains... This is where everyone fails... They can't come up with anything, there is no point of attack because there is nothing to fucking attack... That's why everyone looks like utter fucking tools..."


There’s an audible sigh from Robert out of sheer disappointment.


” You could expect Cent to come at you with anything original, did you? That’s kinda not his thing as he still thinks Leap of Faith’s Main Event was the greatest thing since sliced bread but in reality, the only thing anyone remembers about Leap of Faith when it revolves around the Universal Title rests with Lacklan cashing in her briefcase and not two men that lost.”[/mm]


” But hey buddy, you toot that horn as much as you want to and you think for one second that you belong in any conversation when it comes to Legends or Icons... When you’re still the guy that has a goose egg when it comes to Universal Title run and I will still be the guy that everyone aspires to be. Damn, it sucks to be you.”


” For a man that claims to be so good you’ve shown us why you’re the failure we already know you to be. For your sake, I hope you stop talking now and make this impending failure on your behalf easier to take. We can’t stand here and say you’ve been a challenge because that simply just isn’t true for all you’ve been in the EXACT same as everyone before you; hitting on the same points, trying to rationalize who we are and still you drop the ball; if I am Ruby I’m thinking about not showing up because not even she can anchor that sinking ship.”



" Look... Look... I got one.



Main and Page turn around seeing a fish in Barker's hands... The fist had scales like the most delicate of armor plating...



" Adam we're going to go and get a phone to take a picture of that monster..."




Moments Pass...



Barker notices the water beneath the dock has become disturbed... He leans forward taking a look...



When...



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The Monstrosity leaps from the water grabbing Barker pulling him in.










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"Seeing how Centurion has a difficult time keeping up with the bouncing ball. We here in Cataclysm we care about our older generation... So, we decided to slow things down a bit... You know cut the scary shit and head on down to Mayberry... Maybe talk about the weather for a few hours and then take a nape wearing our favorite jacket... Hey, Chris, do you happen to have any hard candy in your pocket by chance? My throat is a bit scratchy, need to wet my whistle as those crazy kids like to say..."



A grin forms as Robert takes a mammoth bit of his crustless peanut butter sandwich with extra strawberry jelly...



" Yeah hang on for a second, watching Magnum PI on Netflix... It's almost over... And... Done... Good ole Tom Selleck and that moustache man..."



Page places his phone in his right pocket, then begins digging into his left for a piece of hard candy. He pulls out an unwrapped peppermint tossing it to Robert.



" Dude... No wrapper?"



Page shurgs.



" Homie, that's how those old farts roll... That and house slippers and shit... Who in the fuck wears house slippers when it's 90 degrees outside? Wait..."



Page raises his index finger as a light comes on upstairs.



"Centurion..."



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Both members of Cataclysm glance upwards staring into the heavens painted by the hand of God himself... The starry night above them was grander than the imagination could ever create. There were fainter patches speckled across the sky, the constellations altered according to the time of year. Robert points to the sky...



" Look, Chris, it's ruby..."



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Chris's eyes light up.



" Wow a real-life superhero..."



" Wait... Nope... That's a 747 landing... Shit man... I'm sorry to get your hopes up like that... I hate to break your heart like that kid..."



Page lowers his head in disappointment... He then whispers to Robert...



"Robert, are superheroes real?"



Page lifts his head snickering as Robert replies staring dead into the camera...



"Not in our world..."



The black before them had a velveteen quality as comet shoots over the rock...



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The suddenly becomes ablaze, as a magnificent streak of white and tinted cobalt tail that caresses the heavens above. Robert watches, as his eyes become as wide as silver dollars... He lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding and lets his shoulders hang loose nudging Page with his elbow.



" Make a whish Chris."



"Way ahead of you... Hopefully, they are dead..."



Robert gives Page a dirty look...



" Chris come on man... We are supposed to be uplifting in this one, man... I'd hate for Centurion to digress for forty-five minutes about how scary we look and sound like he's done repeatedly now... That's that old age stuff creeping in though... He forgets what he just said completely understandable..."



" This one is for the kids and shit... Got it... It'd be a shame if Centurion committed suicide or something..."



They each leer on as the comet begins to fade away off in the distance, leaving dashes of glitter on the purple sky, just enough to bring ideas of travelling the heavens to Main and Page. In their minds they were both already traversing space from its brilliant surface of ethereal blue, creating new dreams like freshly spun candy.



" Should we go talk with Barker? I mean we did beat the shit out of him, pulling off his fingernails with rusty pliers, electrocuting him in an electric chair... Broke his leg and tried to gas him in the gas chamber..."



Page throws his hands up.



"Let's be fair... This was all a misunderstanding... Let him cool off a bit more and we'll go down to the dock and have a chat with him... This will all be water under the bridge when I'm finished talking with him. It's going to all be okay Robert... I promise..."



Page slaps Robert on the back finishing the rest of his PB&J with crunchy peanut butter, bananas and cinnamon...



" This is how I like my PB&J Cent."



Page grins flipping the camera off.



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” Let's walk down to the dock and shoot on these two some more and see what Barker is doing... We'll smooth it over from there..."



Page opens up the dialogue as he and Robert begin to make their way towards the dock where they will escape Alcatraz retaining the XWF Tag Team Championships... he states towards The Omega.



"I think it’s safe to say we’ve gotten their undivided attention."



Robert rolls his eyes...



” I know... I know... Trying now in the last quarter of the game to correct the errors of their ways... Still, none of what has been said ]can make up for their foolishness. That is going to remain on display throughout the remainder of this shit show... You've got one relic trying to talk the best shit he can without his dentures falling out the front of his face... And the other trying "super" hard to piece together a story...”



Robert paused, as his head tilted toward the already inky sky. The moonlight streamed down upon his pale skin. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckled. The laughter became contagious as Page began snickering also...


” They’re just overshadowed, outmatched and outgunned at every turn... Centurion is worried about everything else but this match... Fix Us? Mother fucker what you need to be fixing is your career that has hit bedrock... The two of you are like so many others that have crossed over into our lane and got smoked like a cheap cigar... The Past tends to repeat itself... We have always and will always be the true measuring stick in the wrestling business... The entire profession revolves around Cataclysm. When you step up to us you can’t make those novice mistakes... Because if you do we will cram every one of those back down your throats... Kind of like we've been doing to Centurion and Ruby... We've served up gigantic helpings of humble pie and these two have already got a taste... But the best is yet to come... Tomorrow night... We finish the guy who believed he is a legend while clipping the wings of a superhero... Two birds one stone...”



Page threw his arms out as wide as possible.


” Are they even on the same page yet? Or are we continuing this charade that we’ve not done anything with the titles? Hey, Centurion, we've been double-booked on three pay-per-views in a row... Tell me where in the blue hell you've been? It amazes me how a sideline hoe tries too swoop in and talk shit like he is relevant... Dude... I hate to break this to you but you were not consequential when you were in the Universal Championship scene... Unlike you Cent, we’re so dominating people turn away from title matches with us? Facing you doesn't do a damn thing for Rober or me... What you are is a cheap imitation... A fucking downgrade... I mean it seems as the only time challenges get acknowledged is if Dyson is having another here today gone tomorrow moment, and that’s because she’s got a thing for Robert and The Omega, yet it is amazing as fuck when she leaves the drama leaves with her.”


” Let’s just cut the shit and shoot straight because I’m growing rather tired of pretending that Ruby or Centurion is a threat to either one of us individually let alone collectively. I'm mean because I'm hiding insecurities? Centurion, you are saying Chris Chaos level stupid shit... Peter Gilmour lever absurdity. Tell me dickwad what I have to be insecure about? Maybe it's my Universal Championship reign... Yeah, that's it... Something you could never touch I might add, and yeah I know that is low hanging fruit... But... When it's one hundred percent the truth... There is no arguing it... It's the truth... See what you are is jealous... You've done everything the right way your entire fucking career and where has that gotten you? No place fast... In five fucking years I've accomplished more accolades than you have in your entire career... If you are looking for insecurities... Take a look in the mirror..."



Robert's breathing became more rapid before continuing.



" I'll say this right now if I am having a mid-life crisis because I wear a mask and have split personalities... I like where I'm sitting with two championship belts... What do you have? NOTHING! See what we have given the people out there int he XWF universe is something that they can sink their teeth into... A real story, a TEAM EFFORT... Not this Hodgepodge of a mess you and Ruby have been throwing out... We’ve already exposed you both for the complete absurdity that's run from your mouths... Cent, you say that this match favors you guys because they don’t have to pin us or make us submit No shit... Ruby, thinks we’re overlooking them, neither of you has won anything of relevance in a very long time... The both of you are struggling to get back to winning ways by trying to take down the ONLY team to run undefeated throughout 2020? Nah homie, that dog don’t hunt." But keep spinning that bull shit for the world... Man you are in denial...



Page hops in.



” There’s not much left they can do but play the same tired cards with a shitty spin that makes it even more atrocious... We've been subjected to a senile fuck that has to question why he’s a fucking loser and a superhero that spends more time on GoPro... Going out of her way to show people she’s a superhero because she’s a scared little girl that requires the attention of the masses to make herself feel better about being a stupid cunt. Centurion, I'll tell you what we want int he sugar-coated way that you'd like... We want to be the best that ever walked the fucking isle... Longest reigning Tag Team Champions, X-Champion, Television Champion... That's what we want... By the way, the only thing that you'll be hugging after the dust settles is a stretcher on the way to the nearest emergency room Sunday morning... ”


Page crosses his arms as he lowers his head shaking it from side to side.


” Tell us how you feel.”


The Omega snickers as he eggs Page on.


” Fine! Centurion, this fucking guy ate paint chips as a child because he CLEARLY doesn’t get it. Every time he opens his mouth he spits the same garbage, it just makes me want to slap the shit out of him. The guy wants us to have a promo where we all sit around holding hands and sing songs... Get the fuck out of here with that bull shit man... ”


Page steps to the camera as if speaking directly to Centurion.


” Chris Page and Robert Main are locked away deep in our subconscious and won’t be making an appearance while we’re engaged in battle on The Rock. You’re dealing with the Omega and you’re dealing with The Beast; we’re smarter, we’re tougher and we’re more violent than Robert or Chris ever thought of being.”


” Tell me, Centurion, where I'm weak... I listen with open ears... Was it the time I carried your broken-down ass over the finish line at Wargames? Or when I was carrying the company on my shoulders wearing a belt you never will? Or when I was beating the breaks off your buddy FUZZ... I haven't lost since 2019 pal... Being weak isn't a word I've ever head describing Robert Main... And yes I took some time off after a record-breaking run as Universal Champion and UK did defeat me... That's a tough pill for me to swallow, and always will be for that matter... But tell me this super Cent... What did you do captain contradiction after Fuzz kicked your ass?



You bounced... So, don't give me this Robert took his ball and went home speel... Because you Cent did the same thing... LOOK GUYS POT MEET KETTLE... We come out and play when the time calls for it; like say a fight in a prison for example as opposed to a wrestling match with Chris Chaos and Peter Gilmour... We come out and play when the powers that be are stupid enough to put people like you in this position... So, that we can make an example, after example, after example as our path of destruction continues to rage onward and upward.”


” The sooner you come to terms with just WHO you’re fighting tomorrow night in Alcatraz the better off you’re going to be and maybe, just maybe you might fully understand the severity of your current situation. It was cute to see you try and humanize Chris and Robert, and you’re right they do eat, they do sleep and they do regular shit like regular people…




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” We applaud you for pointing out something everyone is well aware all the while continuing to show your lack of intelligence to the situation right now. We don’t occupy their entire life, the matter of fact as soon as we’re done shedding your blood and successfully adding your names to our body count the Omega and I are going to go away and the loveable Chris Page and Robert Main you speak of will once again emerge. This is not complicated.”



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Main and Page made there was out on to the dock their footsteps echoing off the rotting wood beneath their feet... The dock sat just at the edge of the island strutting across the on barnacle and muscle encrusted stilts, tide out, warm salty breeze. Robert gazes out towards the horizon watching the full moon rise into the night sky... Wooden rails spattered with bird droppings surrounded them... The ocean breeze coats Page's skin in a light mist of brine leaving it salty to taste.


” Oh but it is when you’re dealing with someone like a Centurion; poor guy, refers to himself as the best wrestler to never hold the Universal Championship? Give us all a break from that one-liner, please... The straightforward truth, you were just never good enough to get the job done... Talk about a walking, talking contradiction. The simplest truth when it comes to you is you are your own worst enemy. You always have been and you always will be. You’ve lead Ruby to failure now, you’ve let her down with your cheesy, unentertaining self…. And it’s cute that you don’t want to acknowledge yourself as a catastrophe because you are man... Big time...And have run off taking bookings in another company with even LESSER talents so you can rack up a resume and feel better about your fucking self, or at the least manage some winners so you can finally figure out what that tastes like again. How you of all people can point a finger in any direction but your own is mindboggling..."


” I’m sorry this isn’t the Hart Division and you can’t run rough shot like you once did because unlike that division there are players in this one."


” Compare us to anyone you want to, to anything you’ve done in the past... It seems the past is where you love to dwell, isn’t Cent? I mean hell, I would too if that were the only place I was ever successful. That's just me talking with all my insecurities... I get weighed down sometimes ya know? Carrying around damn near twenty pounds of gold all the time gets exhausting... Oh, and no Cent you don't know what that feels like... ”


” I wonder why he talks about his past adventures so much? ”


” It’s the only place he attained an ounce of success.”


” I’m happy for you. It's amazing to me how you bring up the past like it's going to save your ass in this match... You want to use past experiences as a feeble attempt to make yourself seem like you have a shot here, but in case you haven’t noticed while you might have some experience dealing with multiple personalities you’ve NEVER, not ONE TIME, dealt with The Omega and a Beast. What you are doing is using those past experiences as a crutch... You, sir, are in for a very rude awakening, you see we smell your fear; it exudes from your pores with every word you state, and with every word you state you’re digging your grave that much deeper.”


” What’s this guy’s hard-on with me anyway?"


” A Better question would be is there any specific reason this old fossil is recycling material he’s already tried to throw once in past, dare I say War Games, maybe he’s rehashing it because most of his material is glossed over and perhaps people didn’t see it; very plausible, but I feel like we’ve covered most of this at least six or seven times in the past.”


” That’s because we have and unfortunately the MANY times it’s been discussed it didn’t involve Cent or Ruby so they probably didn’t pay attention… Damn I completely fucking flabbergasted...”


” I’ll allow you to do the honors.”


The Omega steps forward gazing into the camera with a sly smirk etched across his face.


” Why do you continue to ask the same fucking questions? No, I seriously want to know because it seems like you’ve asked that question three times now dating back to the captains match for War Games. Are you truly this feeble or do you make it an exercised effort because at this point I can’t even tell anymore? I was woken up, he snapped out of the fantasy world that you still live in and realized that none of you had his back when it mattered. You talk about James Raven putting his legacy on the line for me, well I surpassed James Raven YEARS ago! You said Shawn and Engineer were practically begging for me to challenge them for the Universal Title, and yet this has been covered many times before, I wasn’t going to lend them ANY credibility, and why should I? Both Shawn and Engineer stood on the sidelines spouting out how I beat nobody during my reign… Did you see them stepping to the plate? They got what they had coming to them, Shawn’s run on top can be marked with an asterisk just like Engineer’s. I ground Shawn to a halt in two matches in a row... I destroyed the then hero Universal Champion and made it look uncomplicated while I was doing it... I kicked your boy's ass Cent... Just like I've always kicked yours... Fuck them and fuck you..’.”[/mm]


” I was there for Robert when guys like you were not! I showed Robert the error of his ways and unlocked The Omega, the same Omega that has always existed, he just didn’t know how to unleash it upon the world. So you ask why Robert and I are friends? You ask why Robert associates with me? Because they’re both winners. Look at what we have accomplished this year alone... Robert is one fucking belt away from becoming a grand slam in this little federation... Yet we've done nothing... Centurion all we have done is win and piss people like you off that cannot keep up...”


” Look no further than the gold they carry; each carrying the Tag Division and two singles divisions into the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year while Centurion and Ruby don’t have anything to clutch but his dick and her vagina…. And from the sounds of it, Centurion’s got a pound of sand in his.”



Page places his hand on Barker's shoulder as barker cast a rod they found.



" How are you?"



Adam hesitates before replying...



" I'm beat up... But I'll survive... Listen Chris, Robert, I'm sorry for what I did..."



Robert waves barker off...



"No man we were out of line... It will never happen again... let's just be thankful no one got hurt... Catch anything so far?"



Barker shakes his head no...



" No... I'm about to give up... Nothing is biting tonight..."



"That's too bad..."



Robert points at the rod slightly jerking...



"Looks like you might have a bite..."



Pages turns to the camera.


” But wait! If the generic couldn’t be even more cookie-cutter than he already has been he went the SAME direction as everyone else again!”[/mm]




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” Does Robert know eventually Chris is going to turn on him?”


” WHAT! You son of a bitch don't you do it..."


” Yeah man, Centurion like SO MANY OTHERS have the preconceived notion that Chris is using Robert to get to the top and when the time is right he’s going to stab him in the back; because ya know, that’s his thing."


” Oh my God! Why am I just now hearing about this? Oh, wait… I’m not. This is how every team has come after us... Why because there isn't anything to go after... They can't say that I'm this downtrodden loser that hasn't accomplished anything because it won't work... They can't say we haven't done anything because we have moved mountains... This is where everyone fails... They can't come up with anything, there is no point of attack because there is nothing to fucking attack... That's why everyone looks like utter fucking tools..."


There’s an audible sigh from Robert out of sheer disappointment.


” You could expect Cent to come at you with anything original, did you? That’s kinda not his thing as he still thinks Leap of Faith’s Main Event was the greatest thing since sliced bread but in reality, the only thing anyone remembers about Leap of Faith when it revolves around the Universal Title rests with Lacklan cashing in her briefcase and not two men that lost.”[/mm]


” But hey buddy, you toot that horn as much as you want to and you think for one second that you belong in any conversation when it comes to Legends or Icons... When you’re still the guy that has a goose egg when it comes to Universal Title run and I will still be the guy that everyone aspires to be. Damn, it sucks to be you.”


” For a man that claims to be so good you’ve shown us why you’re the failure we already know you to be. For your sake, I hope you stop talking now and make this impending failure on your behalf easier to take. We can’t stand here and say you’ve been a challenge because that simply just isn’t true for all you’ve been in the EXACT same as everyone before you; hitting on the same points, trying to rationalize who we are and still you drop the ball; if I am Ruby I’m thinking about not showing up because not even she can anchor that sinking ship.”



" Look... Look... I got one.



Main and Page turn around seeing a fish in Barker's hands... The fist had scales like the most delicate of armor plating...



" Adam we're going to go and get a phone to take a picture of that monster..."




Moments Pass...



Barker notices the water beneath the dock has become disturbed... He leans forward taking a look...



When...



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The Monstrosity leaps from the water grabbing Barker pulling him in.










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(In most stories, a scary trip to the cemetery takes place in the middle of the night. The idea is to convey a sense of death – that in the darkness, you are surrounded by those no longer with us.

This story, however, takes place in the middle of the day.

Perhaps that is even scarier. At night, your mind can make up its own reality. I can make you think or believe whatever it wants. But during the day, you see the gravestones, the flowers, and the flags all first hand. There is nothing to imagine – the reality of loss hits you directly in the face. It isn’t a horror story – it’s real life. And most of the time, real life is more tragic than any story a writer can dream up.

We open up on the grounds of Laurel Memorial Park Cemetery in Egg Harbor, New Jersey. There, we see Centurion, clad in a suit and tie, walking through the grass and along a line of gravestones. Next to him is his tag team partner, Ruby, but she is not in her superhero gear. Rather, she is wearing a t-shirt and pants, all while looking utterly confused as she looks up at Centurion.

They walk a few feet before Centurion stops, causing Ruby to stop, as well. Ruby looks around, still expecting to hear some kind of instruction or explanation, but Centurion just stands, silent. Ruby, never one to be rude or disrespectful, just lets the silence hang in the air, even if her natural curiosity tells her to speak up. Finally, Centurion speaks up and breaks the silence.)

Centurion: You know, I thought long and hard about whether or not to bring you here. Everything in my brain tells me that this is an incredibly bad idea. But it’s like a BandAid, right? You just have to rip it off, no matter how much it hurts?

Ruby: Maybe? If I had any idea what it is you’re referring to.

(Centurion continues to just stare in front of him, not responding to Centurion’s comments. Ruby continues to look around for some kind of clues, until a gravestone several feet in front of Centurion catches her eyes. She squints, as it is difficult to make out at such a distance. She slowly walks forward, approaching the stone, and as she does, her eyes widen in shock as she reads the engraving.)

Nikolas Cortinovis
September 5 – October 9, 2009
Beloved son. Always in our hearts.


(As Ruby stares at the gravestone, Centurion slowly walks up behind her.)

Ruby: Is…is that…

Centurion: It’s my son. Would have been eleven this month. You have no idea how excited I was. Nellie is a blessing in my life, but to start from the beginning of somebody’s life – to watch them be molded into a human being based on your actions…I was so ready for it. But he never had a chance.

Ruby: I’m so…

Centurion: Nope, don’t say it. I’m not looking for pity. I have been hearing people tell me that they’re sorry for my loss for eleven years, and after a while – it loses its meaning. The only person who should be sorry…is me.

(Centurion gestures to the gravestone next to Nikolas’, which causes Ruby to turn her attention toward it.)

In Memory Of:
Nikita Petrenko
March 6, 1989 – November 14, 2017
Interned: Lutsk, Ukraine
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Centurion: Nikita…she was my wife. A passionate woman who fought for freedom and justice. She was kind, but she refused to be stepped over. She didn’t own a mask and a cape…but she sure as hell deserved to.

Ruby: I…don’t understand. Why did you bring me here?

Centurion: If you’re going to get close to me, I wanted you to see me – the REAL me. I always tried to live my life the true, honest way, but I have an awful lot of demons. Nikita and I got divorced before she died because I had an affair. I had a perfect life, and I threw it away for money, power, and greed. I’m not a superhero, Ruby. I’m far from it.

(Centurion slowly walks over to Nikita’s headstone and places his hand on it.)

Centurion: Growing up, I always wanted to be someone who did things “the right way”…but as I grew older, and became richer, more powerful, more famous…I forgot what “the right way” really was. After I was separated from the WGWF, I went away. I went FAR away. I hid from everyone and everything, because I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore like I hurt Nikita. Slowly but surely, my family has forgiven me for my past transgressions – all but one. One that will never get the opportunity.

(Centurion looks down at the headstone as Ruby continues to watch and listen intently to Centurion.)

Centurion: I’m not a good person, Ruby. I’ve hurt people – lots of people. People I love. And every single move I’ve made in my life since that moment has been to make up for those moments, but no matter what happens, I’ll never be a hero. I’ll never be Nikita…I’ll never be…you.

(Centurion looks to be a bit emotional, but he keeps it together. Ruby, meanwhile, slowly walks over to Centurion and places her hand on Centurion’s arm in a caring manner. She looks up at Centurion with soft eyes and a slight smile.)

Ruby: All superheroes have an origin story, Cent. A lot of them aren’t gumdrops and rainbows. They are dark and gritty. A person is not dictated by the mistakes they have made. They are only held down by the lessons they refuse to learn. You are a good person, Cent. I’ve seen you go above and beyond for folks without looking for so much as a thank you. Heck, you flew to flippin’ Laos with me so we can bring some scammers to justice!

(Centurion lets out a slight laugh as he remembers the adventures – and misadventures – that the Sisterhood Of Besties *Name Change Pending* found themselves in in Laos.)

Ruby: Who does that?! Do you think a bad person does that? Would a villain help a hero deal with a family situation without seeking any sort of payment?

Centurion: …I suppose not. But that wasn’t me trying to be a hero…

Ruby: I know. That’s what MAKES you one. It’s not in the big moments with the spotlight on you that makes you a hero. It’s the little things, seen by so very few. It’s standing up to a political bully who tries to intimidate your daughter. It’s adopting a cat while intoxicated and taking excellent care of her. It’s allowing a wayward Slav sleep on your couch, even when he smells like mayonnaise and cigarettes.

Centurion: To be fair, it was safer for the world if he was inside rather than out.

Ruby: Of course…poor Boris.

Centurion: But I’m still not…you. I’m not perfect.

Ruby: You think I’m perfect? I most absolutely am not! I have made plenty of mistakes in my life. But I always try to learn something from it. I see every valley in my life as an opportunity to grow. And that’s what you’re doing, right now. I don’t need you to be perfect, Cent. Nobody does. The world just needs you to be the best darn Centurion you can be, and you’ve gone above and beyond that.

(Centurion looks back down at Nikita’s headstone, before looking back as Ruby. He takes a deep breath, but isn’t able to say anything. Instead, Ruby extends her arms out, and uses her hands to motion for a hug.)

Ruby: Come here, big guy. Give Rubes a hug.

(Centurion obliges, and he wraps his arms around Ruby. Ruby then squeezes Centurion, which causes Centurion to go from sad, to relaxed, to happy, and finally to slightly uncomfortable. Ruby’s grip continues to get tighter, and Centurion lifts his head to try and tell her.)

Centurion: Ugh, Rubes…

Ruby: It’s ok, let it all out, bud. That’s some cologne you’ve got there. Is that PineSol?

Centurion: Alright.

(Centurion is able to break the hold, and Centurion brushes his jacket off. He looks slightly annoyed, but Ruby has a giant smile on her face. As Centurion finishes adjusting his suit, he looks back over at Ruby.)

Centurion: What’s with the grin? Why are you smiling like that?

Ruby: Because my hug worked…you’re not sad anymore.

(The slightly annoyed Centurion looks around. She’s right – Ruby’s unusual methods have caused Centurion to get out of his own head and have allowed him to be more present. This woman is a shaman.)

Centurion: You think Robert and Chris will be able to hug some sense into me?

Ruby: I don’t think they will be as friendly as I was, but hey, you never know!

(Centurion just shakes his head and goes to walk away, but as he goes to walk by Ruby, she stops him.)

Ruby: Hey, one more thing.

(Ruby reaches up to Centurion’s face and brushes a few hairs away from his eyes. Centurion starts to get a sweaty, nervous feeling, He closes his eyes, but as he does, he feels a rubber band feeling around his head. He opens his eyes and notices that Ruby has slipped a green mask over his eyes.)

Ruby: There…I think you’ve earned these.

------Your voice is the splinter inside me------

I’ve said it over and over this week. Robert Main. Chris Page. Cataclysm…

…Centurion can not beat you.

Centurion is an old, broken down man whose confidence has been shattered. Centurion is someone who has dropped the ball in every major match he has had since April. If there is one thing I know, it’s that Centurion is not ready to face the two of you in the ring at Relentless.

…HOWEVER, I do believe Ruby deserves a partner in that match, and the XWF deserves to have a tag team title match Saturday night. So, I searched high and low for a suitable partner for the Banana Lime Blur. I went on Twitter and Instagram, and Tik-Tok – whatever the hell that is – and in the end, I found someone who is ready to step up to the big time. I found someone who can not only stack up to the two of you, but best you in a battle of good vs evil. So tomorrow night, from Alcatraz Island, Cataclysm will defend the XWF Tag Team Titles against the NEW Sisterhood Of Besties*- Ruby and her partner…

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SUPER CENT!

Yes, evildoers! Gone are the days of the old Centurion! No longer will the focus be on winning titles and boosting a career, but it will now be on serving up a big old slice of justice! And who better to begin this journey against than the biggest set of villains in this wrestling company – Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis!

See, boys and girls, the super villains of Cataclysm want us all to believe that they are possessed by evil demons, but we know the truth, don’t we! Just like in Scooby Doo, it is not a ghost, but rather Old Man Whethers behind the sheet! It is not demons or beasts that haunt the mind of Cataclysm, but rather it is Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis who attempt to scare us out of the house!

And how do they attempt to accomplish such a goal, boys and girls! Why, they say mean, nasty words in a dark room while flipping through a Thesaurus in order to get you all to forget that they show the same footage over and over again! Yes, fans, Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis like to talk about “cut and paste” promos, but what have they given you over the course of the past two weeks? Why, nothing more than the same words over and over again! Throw in calling me “boring” and calling Ruby “a fake superhero” and we have ourselves Trash Talk Bingo!

Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls. The biggest bullies – those who try their hardest to be as mean as possible – are usually hiding some insecurities about themselves. The members of Cataclysm may be loud and grandiose, but once you hear them speak once…you’ve heard them speak all the time. How long do we have to watch Cataclysm torture Adam Barker before we get the point?

Aye, and there it is, boys and girls. There IS no point! It’s just evil for evil sake! Think of your favorite superhero comics, or movies, or any other genre. The best villains are usually the ones that you can at least somewhat sympathize with, are they not? Sure, their plans may be diabolical, but you can understand why they do it. They have some sort of sad story, some noble cause that just gets twisted up in their heads and makes them go crazy.

But not Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis! No sir, they just do bad things because they find it “interesting”. And maybe, at first, people were interested. Who doesn’t love a good horror flick once and a while? But could you imagine watching the same horror movie over and over again, and most of it is just two people talking about nothing? Why, that wouldn’t be very interesting at all, would it?

There is no “plan” for Cataclysm. Once they’re taken down, or once someone shines the spotlight on them, it’s done. So my question is – what is it you truly want, Cataclysm? And I’m not looking for the “death and destruction of our enemies” answer. We know that one. We’ve heard that one. We’re tired of that one. What do you REALLY want? Acceptance? Respect? A hug? Because I can give you a hug. I’ve gotten pretty dang good at them.

If you can not answer that question for yourselves, then turn to your partner and ask if of them. Why are THEY doing what they’re doing? Do they know? Do your goals line up with one another? If you can’t answer those questions, maybe you’re in this for the wrong reasons.

Not that your reasons matter at this point anyway. You still have a lot to atone for! Your attack on Anarchy, for example. Was there a purpose to that? Were you trying to send some kind of message – that the evil Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis were going to destroy Ruby? Or, was it more strategic then that? Were you afraid to step into this match with Ruby at 100%, knowing she has more skill and agility than the two of you ever had?

That’s right, I said it! You may doubt Ruby’s skills and downplay her accomplishments all you want, but the only reason you’re doing so is because you see the writing on the wall – the end is near. The future is upon us, and Ruby IS that future. You may see some little girl who plays dress up. I see a Bonafide superstar. I see the future of professional wrestling. I see someone who will finally turn this business around, and save it from ne'er-do-wells like you. You can block the path of progress all you want, but in the end, time takes us all. Whether Ruby is on top of this federation Saturday night, or a year from now, or five years from now, it’s GOING to happen, and no amount of villainous stables is going to stop her.

As for me? Well, I know my worth now. I may not be able to bring about the change I want to bring on my own, but I can boost those that I know can. My legacy will not just be made based on my own accomplishments in the ring, but also on the number of great superstars I was able to elevate along the way, and the positive impact I have on the business.

Do you want me to tell the world your little secret, Cataclysm? I’m sure you don’t, but given you’ve said some pretty horrible things about me and my esteemed partner this week, I think it’s time to let the boys and girls in on the thing you are hiding the most from everyone. We know you’re dark and mysterious. We know you’re evil and chaotic. We know you have all the skills in the world. But you want to know what everyone DOESN’T know about you?

…it’s that you’re not as tough as you think you are.

That’s why you talk about draining the blood out of your opponents, and pulling fingernails out of managers, and all of the other things that make you Cataclysm – it’s because you have weaknesses, and you don’t want anyone to know about it. This is what will be your ultimate downfall. Me? I’ve shown you my weaknesses. They are well documented. If you’re still not sure, give Shawn Warstein a call – he’ll be more than willing to give you a list. But you two? You act like you are infallible. You act as if you can not be defeated. This is all a lie, and while you may have the audience fooled, the two people you haven’t been able to fool are yourselves. And secretly…you’re scared.

You’re scared because you have tied your entire identities to being these unbeatable tough guys who dominate all their opponents and brutalize everyone in their path. You’re scared because the moment those tag titles are gone, the entire illusion is gone, as well. And Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis, or The Beast and The Omega, just go right back to being who they truly are…Robert Main and Chris Page. Identities you have tried to bury.

This mask I put on, to become “Super Cent”? I did it to prove a point. The moment I put this mask on and stood in my superhero pose, you laughed. You both did. I know you did, because I know you’re kind. You think the whole thing was childish, and no matter how many masks I may put on my face, or what kind of clothes I may wear, I’ll always be “Old Man Centurion”, the boring failure, to both of you.

And yet, you try to put on these masks and cake yourselves in makeup to try and create new identities for yourselves. You hope all the screaming and the spiked jackets and the “I haven’t showered in months” look will make people believe you’re something new…but you’re not. You’re still Robert Main, the man who took his ball and went home when Unknown Soldier got the jump on him. You’re still Chris Page, the man who failed in 19 Universal Title matches, and tried very unsuccessfully to lead an invasion of WGWF washouts into the XWF to tear it down from within.

In the end, this isn’t a story of good vs evil. It’s not a story of David vs Goliath. It’s actually a tragedy – a sad story of two men who had to become someone else in order to keep their heads above water. The story of two men who think they have pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes, when in fact, all they’ve done is fooled themselves into thinking they’ve become “evil”. Trust me, I can not wait until the episode of Warfare one year from now when Adam Barker walks out on stage, all of his fingers intact, pointing and laughing because he and the two of you think you “put one over on us.” I may be boring, but you’re predictable. You have followed the same sad story every wrestler going through a crisis of confidence has – align yourself with someone you previous hated, create a brand new “persona”, get some of your closest friends to film some spooky stuff, and pretend like you’ve created a brand new approach to professional wrestling. This would hold more weight if I didn’t see Shane “kill” himself or Lux suddenly turn himself into “The Engineer”.

I don’t know for sure if the Sisterhood of Besties* are going to walk out of Relentless as tag team champions. What I do know is that we’re going to try harder than any team has tried before us. We’re going to bring a bigger fight than anyone else has brought to Cataclysm. And Cataclysm is walking in, expecting this to be a complete walk in the park. Cataclysm is going to experience their worst nightmare, however – they’re going to be exposed. They’re going to walk into the front gates of Alcatraz looking like monsters, and they’re going to walk out looking like frauds. And it will be a “naïve little girl” and a “broken old man” who do it to them. At that point, it no longer matters who the champions are. The veneer is off…

…though, let’s be honest, we all know it’s going to be the Sisterhood of Besties* that walk away with those belts. The parade we’re going to have in downtown San Francisco is going to be awesome! And most of you are invited. It has no start time – it’s just going to begin the moment Robert Main and Chris Page meet their…


FINAL FANTASY!!!






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(In most stories, a scary trip to the cemetery takes place in the middle of the night. The idea is to convey a sense of death – that in the darkness, you are surrounded by those no longer with us.

This story, however, takes place in the middle of the day.

Perhaps that is even scarier. At night, your mind can make up its own reality. I can make you think or believe whatever it wants. But during the day, you see the gravestones, the flowers, and the flags all first hand. There is nothing to imagine – the reality of loss hits you directly in the face. It isn’t a horror story – it’s real life. And most of the time, real life is more tragic than any story a writer can dream up.

We open up on the grounds of Laurel Memorial Park Cemetery in Egg Harbor, New Jersey. There, we see Centurion, clad in a suit and tie, walking through the grass and along a line of gravestones. Next to him is his tag team partner, Ruby, but she is not in her superhero gear. Rather, she is wearing a t-shirt and pants, all while looking utterly confused as she looks up at Centurion.

They walk a few feet before Centurion stops, causing Ruby to stop, as well. Ruby looks around, still expecting to hear some kind of instruction or explanation, but Centurion just stands, silent. Ruby, never one to be rude or disrespectful, just lets the silence hang in the air, even if her natural curiosity tells her to speak up. Finally, Centurion speaks up and breaks the silence.)

Centurion: You know, I thought long and hard about whether or not to bring you here. Everything in my brain tells me that this is an incredibly bad idea. But it’s like a BandAid, right? You just have to rip it off, no matter how much it hurts?

Ruby: Maybe? If I had any idea what it is you’re referring to.

(Centurion continues to just stare in front of him, not responding to Centurion’s comments. Ruby continues to look around for some kind of clues, until a gravestone several feet in front of Centurion catches her eyes. She squints, as it is difficult to make out at such a distance. She slowly walks forward, approaching the stone, and as she does, her eyes widen in shock as she reads the engraving.)

Nikolas Cortinovis
September 5 – October 9, 2009
Beloved son. Always in our hearts.


(As Ruby stares at the gravestone, Centurion slowly walks up behind her.)

Ruby: Is…is that…

Centurion: It’s my son. Would have been eleven this month. You have no idea how excited I was. Nellie is a blessing in my life, but to start from the beginning of somebody’s life – to watch them be molded into a human being based on your actions…I was so ready for it. But he never had a chance.

Ruby: I’m so…

Centurion: Nope, don’t say it. I’m not looking for pity. I have been hearing people tell me that they’re sorry for my loss for eleven years, and after a while – it loses its meaning. The only person who should be sorry…is me.

(Centurion gestures to the gravestone next to Nikolas’, which causes Ruby to turn her attention toward it.)

In Memory Of:
Nikita Petrenko
March 6, 1989 – November 14, 2017
Interned: Lutsk, Ukraine
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Centurion: Nikita…she was my wife. A passionate woman who fought for freedom and justice. She was kind, but she refused to be stepped over. She didn’t own a mask and a cape…but she sure as hell deserved to.

Ruby: I…don’t understand. Why did you bring me here?

Centurion: If you’re going to get close to me, I wanted you to see me – the REAL me. I always tried to live my life the true, honest way, but I have an awful lot of demons. Nikita and I got divorced before she died because I had an affair. I had a perfect life, and I threw it away for money, power, and greed. I’m not a superhero, Ruby. I’m far from it.

(Centurion slowly walks over to Nikita’s headstone and places his hand on it.)

Centurion: Growing up, I always wanted to be someone who did things “the right way”…but as I grew older, and became richer, more powerful, more famous…I forgot what “the right way” really was. After I was separated from the WGWF, I went away. I went FAR away. I hid from everyone and everything, because I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore like I hurt Nikita. Slowly but surely, my family has forgiven me for my past transgressions – all but one. One that will never get the opportunity.

(Centurion looks down at the headstone as Ruby continues to watch and listen intently to Centurion.)

Centurion: I’m not a good person, Ruby. I’ve hurt people – lots of people. People I love. And every single move I’ve made in my life since that moment has been to make up for those moments, but no matter what happens, I’ll never be a hero. I’ll never be Nikita…I’ll never be…you.

(Centurion looks to be a bit emotional, but he keeps it together. Ruby, meanwhile, slowly walks over to Centurion and places her hand on Centurion’s arm in a caring manner. She looks up at Centurion with soft eyes and a slight smile.)

Ruby: All superheroes have an origin story, Cent. A lot of them aren’t gumdrops and rainbows. They are dark and gritty. A person is not dictated by the mistakes they have made. They are only held down by the lessons they refuse to learn. You are a good person, Cent. I’ve seen you go above and beyond for folks without looking for so much as a thank you. Heck, you flew to flippin’ Laos with me so we can bring some scammers to justice!

(Centurion lets out a slight laugh as he remembers the adventures – and misadventures – that the Sisterhood Of Besties *Name Change Pending* found themselves in in Laos.)

Ruby: Who does that?! Do you think a bad person does that? Would a villain help a hero deal with a family situation without seeking any sort of payment?

Centurion: …I suppose not. But that wasn’t me trying to be a hero…

Ruby: I know. That’s what MAKES you one. It’s not in the big moments with the spotlight on you that makes you a hero. It’s the little things, seen by so very few. It’s standing up to a political bully who tries to intimidate your daughter. It’s adopting a cat while intoxicated and taking excellent care of her. It’s allowing a wayward Slav sleep on your couch, even when he smells like mayonnaise and cigarettes.

Centurion: To be fair, it was safer for the world if he was inside rather than out.

Ruby: Of course…poor Boris.

Centurion: But I’m still not…you. I’m not perfect.

Ruby: You think I’m perfect? I most absolutely am not! I have made plenty of mistakes in my life. But I always try to learn something from it. I see every valley in my life as an opportunity to grow. And that’s what you’re doing, right now. I don’t need you to be perfect, Cent. Nobody does. The world just needs you to be the best darn Centurion you can be, and you’ve gone above and beyond that.

(Centurion looks back down at Nikita’s headstone, before looking back as Ruby. He takes a deep breath, but isn’t able to say anything. Instead, Ruby extends her arms out, and uses her hands to motion for a hug.)

Ruby: Come here, big guy. Give Rubes a hug.

(Centurion obliges, and he wraps his arms around Ruby. Ruby then squeezes Centurion, which causes Centurion to go from sad, to relaxed, to happy, and finally to slightly uncomfortable. Ruby’s grip continues to get tighter, and Centurion lifts his head to try and tell her.)

Centurion: Ugh, Rubes…

Ruby: It’s ok, let it all out, bud. That’s some cologne you’ve got there. Is that PineSol?

Centurion: Alright.

(Centurion is able to break the hold, and Centurion brushes his jacket off. He looks slightly annoyed, but Ruby has a giant smile on her face. As Centurion finishes adjusting his suit, he looks back over at Ruby.)

Centurion: What’s with the grin? Why are you smiling like that?

Ruby: Because my hug worked…you’re not sad anymore.

(The slightly annoyed Centurion looks around. She’s right – Ruby’s unusual methods have caused Centurion to get out of his own head and have allowed him to be more present. This woman is a shaman.)

Centurion: You think Robert and Chris will be able to hug some sense into me?

Ruby: I don’t think they will be as friendly as I was, but hey, you never know!

(Centurion just shakes his head and goes to walk away, but as he goes to walk by Ruby, she stops him.)

Ruby: Hey, one more thing.

(Ruby reaches up to Centurion’s face and brushes a few hairs away from his eyes. Centurion starts to get a sweaty, nervous feeling, He closes his eyes, but as he does, he feels a rubber band feeling around his head. He opens his eyes and notices that Ruby has slipped a green mask over his eyes.)

Ruby: There…I think you’ve earned these.

------Your voice is the splinter inside me------

I’ve said it over and over this week. Robert Main. Chris Page. Cataclysm…

…Centurion can not beat you.

Centurion is an old, broken down man whose confidence has been shattered. Centurion is someone who has dropped the ball in every major match he has had since April. If there is one thing I know, it’s that Centurion is not ready to face the two of you in the ring at Relentless.

…HOWEVER, I do believe Ruby deserves a partner in that match, and the XWF deserves to have a tag team title match Saturday night. So, I searched high and low for a suitable partner for the Banana Lime Blur. I went on Twitter and Instagram, and Tik-Tok – whatever the hell that is – and in the end, I found someone who is ready to step up to the big time. I found someone who can not only stack up to the two of you, but best you in a battle of good vs evil. So tomorrow night, from Alcatraz Island, Cataclysm will defend the XWF Tag Team Titles against the NEW Sisterhood Of Besties*- Ruby and her partner…

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SUPER CENT!

Yes, evildoers! Gone are the days of the old Centurion! No longer will the focus be on winning titles and boosting a career, but it will now be on serving up a big old slice of justice! And who better to begin this journey against than the biggest set of villains in this wrestling company – Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis!

See, boys and girls, the super villains of Cataclysm want us all to believe that they are possessed by evil demons, but we know the truth, don’t we! Just like in Scooby Doo, it is not a ghost, but rather Old Man Whethers behind the sheet! It is not demons or beasts that haunt the mind of Cataclysm, but rather it is Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis who attempt to scare us out of the house!

And how do they attempt to accomplish such a goal, boys and girls! Why, they say mean, nasty words in a dark room while flipping through a Thesaurus in order to get you all to forget that they show the same footage over and over again! Yes, fans, Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis like to talk about “cut and paste” promos, but what have they given you over the course of the past two weeks? Why, nothing more than the same words over and over again! Throw in calling me “boring” and calling Ruby “a fake superhero” and we have ourselves Trash Talk Bingo!

Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls. The biggest bullies – those who try their hardest to be as mean as possible – are usually hiding some insecurities about themselves. The members of Cataclysm may be loud and grandiose, but once you hear them speak once…you’ve heard them speak all the time. How long do we have to watch Cataclysm torture Adam Barker before we get the point?

Aye, and there it is, boys and girls. There IS no point! It’s just evil for evil sake! Think of your favorite superhero comics, or movies, or any other genre. The best villains are usually the ones that you can at least somewhat sympathize with, are they not? Sure, their plans may be diabolical, but you can understand why they do it. They have some sort of sad story, some noble cause that just gets twisted up in their heads and makes them go crazy.

But not Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis! No sir, they just do bad things because they find it “interesting”. And maybe, at first, people were interested. Who doesn’t love a good horror flick once and a while? But could you imagine watching the same horror movie over and over again, and most of it is just two people talking about nothing? Why, that wouldn’t be very interesting at all, would it?

There is no “plan” for Cataclysm. Once they’re taken down, or once someone shines the spotlight on them, it’s done. So my question is – what is it you truly want, Cataclysm? And I’m not looking for the “death and destruction of our enemies” answer. We know that one. We’ve heard that one. We’re tired of that one. What do you REALLY want? Acceptance? Respect? A hug? Because I can give you a hug. I’ve gotten pretty dang good at them.

If you can not answer that question for yourselves, then turn to your partner and ask if of them. Why are THEY doing what they’re doing? Do they know? Do your goals line up with one another? If you can’t answer those questions, maybe you’re in this for the wrong reasons.

Not that your reasons matter at this point anyway. You still have a lot to atone for! Your attack on Anarchy, for example. Was there a purpose to that? Were you trying to send some kind of message – that the evil Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis were going to destroy Ruby? Or, was it more strategic then that? Were you afraid to step into this match with Ruby at 100%, knowing she has more skill and agility than the two of you ever had?

That’s right, I said it! You may doubt Ruby’s skills and downplay her accomplishments all you want, but the only reason you’re doing so is because you see the writing on the wall – the end is near. The future is upon us, and Ruby IS that future. You may see some little girl who plays dress up. I see a Bonafide superstar. I see the future of professional wrestling. I see someone who will finally turn this business around, and save it from ne'er-do-wells like you. You can block the path of progress all you want, but in the end, time takes us all. Whether Ruby is on top of this federation Saturday night, or a year from now, or five years from now, it’s GOING to happen, and no amount of villainous stables is going to stop her.

As for me? Well, I know my worth now. I may not be able to bring about the change I want to bring on my own, but I can boost those that I know can. My legacy will not just be made based on my own accomplishments in the ring, but also on the number of great superstars I was able to elevate along the way, and the positive impact I have on the business.

Do you want me to tell the world your little secret, Cataclysm? I’m sure you don’t, but given you’ve said some pretty horrible things about me and my esteemed partner this week, I think it’s time to let the boys and girls in on the thing you are hiding the most from everyone. We know you’re dark and mysterious. We know you’re evil and chaotic. We know you have all the skills in the world. But you want to know what everyone DOESN’T know about you?

…it’s that you’re not as tough as you think you are.

That’s why you talk about draining the blood out of your opponents, and pulling fingernails out of managers, and all of the other things that make you Cataclysm – it’s because you have weaknesses, and you don’t want anyone to know about it. This is what will be your ultimate downfall. Me? I’ve shown you my weaknesses. They are well documented. If you’re still not sure, give Shawn Warstein a call – he’ll be more than willing to give you a list. But you two? You act like you are infallible. You act as if you can not be defeated. This is all a lie, and while you may have the audience fooled, the two people you haven’t been able to fool are yourselves. And secretly…you’re scared.

You’re scared because you have tied your entire identities to being these unbeatable tough guys who dominate all their opponents and brutalize everyone in their path. You’re scared because the moment those tag titles are gone, the entire illusion is gone, as well. And Mud Mask and Midlife Crisis, or The Beast and The Omega, just go right back to being who they truly are…Robert Main and Chris Page. Identities you have tried to bury.

This mask I put on, to become “Super Cent”? I did it to prove a point. The moment I put this mask on and stood in my superhero pose, you laughed. You both did. I know you did, because I know you’re kind. You think the whole thing was childish, and no matter how many masks I may put on my face, or what kind of clothes I may wear, I’ll always be “Old Man Centurion”, the boring failure, to both of you.

And yet, you try to put on these masks and cake yourselves in makeup to try and create new identities for yourselves. You hope all the screaming and the spiked jackets and the “I haven’t showered in months” look will make people believe you’re something new…but you’re not. You’re still Robert Main, the man who took his ball and went home when Unknown Soldier got the jump on him. You’re still Chris Page, the man who failed in 19 Universal Title matches, and tried very unsuccessfully to lead an invasion of WGWF washouts into the XWF to tear it down from within.

In the end, this isn’t a story of good vs evil. It’s not a story of David vs Goliath. It’s actually a tragedy – a sad story of two men who had to become someone else in order to keep their heads above water. The story of two men who think they have pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes, when in fact, all they’ve done is fooled themselves into thinking they’ve become “evil”. Trust me, I can not wait until the episode of Warfare one year from now when Adam Barker walks out on stage, all of his fingers intact, pointing and laughing because he and the two of you think you “put one over on us.” I may be boring, but you’re predictable. You have followed the same sad story every wrestler going through a crisis of confidence has – align yourself with someone you previous hated, create a brand new “persona”, get some of your closest friends to film some spooky stuff, and pretend like you’ve created a brand new approach to professional wrestling. This would hold more weight if I didn’t see Shane “kill” himself or Lux suddenly turn himself into “The Engineer”.

I don’t know for sure if the Sisterhood of Besties* are going to walk out of Relentless as tag team champions. What I do know is that we’re going to try harder than any team has tried before us. We’re going to bring a bigger fight than anyone else has brought to Cataclysm. And Cataclysm is walking in, expecting this to be a complete walk in the park. Cataclysm is going to experience their worst nightmare, however – they’re going to be exposed. They’re going to walk into the front gates of Alcatraz looking like monsters, and they’re going to walk out looking like frauds. And it will be a “naïve little girl” and a “broken old man” who do it to them. At that point, it no longer matters who the champions are. The veneer is off…

…though, let’s be honest, we all know it’s going to be the Sisterhood of Besties* that walk away with those belts. The parade we’re going to have in downtown San Francisco is going to be awesome! And most of you are invited. It has no start time – it’s just going to begin the moment Robert Main and Chris Page meet their…


FINAL FANTASY!!!






*Name change pending]]> <![CDATA[Fuck Em:]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38319 Fri, 25 Sep 2020 19:17:38 -0700 Chris Page]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38319 Earlier today:



” Hey man. Whatcha doin’?” The voice of Chris Page echoes out across the empty cafeteria at Alcatraz as Robert Main is shown at a single oval table with his feet kicked up on the table itself with his phone in his hands watching something intently on his phone.




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” Seriously?”


” Hell yeah man, Andy Griffith is the shit! Service kinda sucks… Hey, where’s Adam?”


” Fishing.”


” Oh.” Robert intently waits for the buffering to cease and his program play.


” How do you like your peanut butter and jelly?”


” Creamy peanut butter, extra strawberry jelly, no crust… crust is for assholes.”
Chris simply shakes his head as we fade to black.




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The eerie sounds of water drops hitting the sounds of various puddles of water on concrete can be heard.The Beast and The Omega are shown in separate cells as they lay on their beds awaiting the arrival of their challengers Ruby and Centurion.




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” I think it’s safe to say we’ve gotten their undivided attention.” The Beast opens this up as he states towards the wall that separates The Omega and The Beast...


” Correcting the errors of their ways still doesn’t make their stupidity less real.” The Beast scoffs as we switch to The Omega’s cell.


” They’re just outmatched and outgunned at every turn just like so many others that have crossed our path in the past and much like those unfortunate enough to cross our paths in the future. We have always and will always be the true measuring stick in the entire profession. When you step to us you can’t make the novice mistakes because we will cram them back down your throats much like Centurion and Ruby have already tasted.” The Beast snickers under his breath before we cut back to the cell that housing The Beast who rests on his bunk with his arms back behind his head as if all is right with the world.


” Are they even on the same page yet? Or are we continuing this charade that we’ve not done anything with the titles versus we’re so dominating people turn away from title matches? I mean it seems as the only time challenges get acknowledged is if Dyson is having another here today gone tomorrow moment, and that’s because she’s got a thing for Robert and The Omega, yet it is funny when she leaves the drama leaves with her.” The Omega is head saying from the other side of the wall.


” Chicks dig me.”


” Whatever you need to tell yourself.” Again The Omega can be heard spouting back out at the Beast.


” Proof’s in the pudding.”


” WHY THE FUCK HAVEN’T THEY COME TO PLAY YET!”[green] The Beasts voice echoes down the hallway of the prison as the scene cuts back to the Omega’s cell as he is now seated on the side of his bunk.


” Let’s just cut the shit and shoot straight because I’m growing rather tired of pretending that Ruby or Centurion is a threat to either one of us individually let alone collectively. We’ve already exposed them to their absurdity when it comes to this entire deal. Cent says this favors them because they don’t have to pin us or make us submit, Ruby thinks we’re overlooking them, neither of them has won anything of relevance in a very long time and both are struggling to get back to winning ways by trying to take down the ONLY team to run undefeated throughout 2020? Nah homie, that dog don’t hunt.” Robert stands up from his bed as he stretches his arms up and out as The Beast is heard saying.


[green]” Shamelessly confusing us for Chris and Robert and failing to bring anything tangible to the table. There’s not much left they can do but play the same tired cards with a shitty spin that makes it more atrocious that we’re subjected to a senile fuck that has to question why he’s a fucking loser and a superhero that spends more time on GoPro going out of her way to show people she’s a superhero because she’s a scared little girl that requires the attention of the masses to make herself feel better about being a stupid cunt.” We cut back to the Beast cell where he sits on his bunk crosses his arms across his chest as lowers his head and shakes it from side to side.


” Tell us how you feel.” The Omega giggles as he eggs The Beast on.”


” Fine! Centurion, this fucking guy ate paint chips as a child because he CLEARLY doesn’t get it. Every time he opens his mouth and spats the same garbage just makes me want to slap the shit out of him.” The Beast steps forth as he gazes into the camera as if speaking directly to Centurion.


” Chris Page and Robert Main are locked away deep in our subconscious and won’t be making an appearance while we’re engaged in battle on The Rock. You’re dealing with the Omega and you’re dealing with The Beast; we’re smarter, we’re tougher and we’re more violent than Robert or Chris ever thought of being.” We now get a forward shot of the cells where The Omega and The Beast stand on the other side of the bars with a concrete wall separating them as they talk through the bars.


” We come out and play when the time calls for it; like say a fight in a prison for example as opposed to a wrestling match with Chris Chaos and Peter Gilmour, we come out and play when the powers that be are stupid enough to put people like you in this position so that we can make an example, after example, after example as our path of destruction continues to rage onward and upward.”


” The sooner you come to terms with just WHO you’re fighting tomorrow night the better off you’re going to be and maybe, just maybe you might fully understand the severity of your current situation. It was cute to see you try and humanize Chris and Robert; you’re right they do eat, they do sleep and they do regular shit like regular people…




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” We applaud you for pointing out something everyone is well aware all the while continuing to show your lack of intelligence to the situation right now. We don’t occupy their entire life, matter of fact as soon as we’re done shedding your blood and successfully adding your names to our body count the Omega and I are going to go away and the loveable Chris Page and Robert Main you speak of will once again emerge. This is not complicated.”


” Oh but it is when you’re dealing with someone like a Centurion; poor guy, refers to himself as the best wrestler to never hold the Universal Championship, talk about a walking, talking contradiction. The simplest truth when it comes to you is you are your own worst enemy. You always have been and you always will be. You’ve lead Ruby to failure, you’ve let her down with your cheesy, unentertaining self…. And it’s cute that you don’t want to acknowledge yourself as a failure and have run off taking bookings in another company with even LESSER talents so you can rack up a resume and feel better about your fucking self, or at the least manage some winners so you can finally figure out what that tastes like again.”


” I’m sorry this isn’t the Hart Division and you can’t run rough shot like you once did because unlike that division there are players in this one.”


” Compare us to anyone you want to, to anything you’ve done in the past for that’s where you love to dwell, isn’t Cent?”


” I wonder why that is?”


” It’s the only place he attained success.”


” I’m happy for you that you want to use past experiences as a feeble attempt to make yourself seem like you have a shot here, but in case you haven’t noticed while you might have some experience dealing with multiple personalities you’ve NEVER, not ONE TIME, dealt with The Omega and a Beast. You sir are in for a very rude awakening for you see we smell your fear; it exudes from your pores with every word you state, and with every word you state you’re digging your grave that much deeper. What? I’m lying? Listen punk if you weren’t scared you wouldn’t have made a point to profess you’re not scared. Sell that shit to the kids because you’re dealing with grown folks.”


” What’s this guy’s hard-on with Robert?”


” a Better question would be is there any specific reason this old fossil is recycling material he’s already tried to throw once in past, dare I say War Games, maybe he’s rehashing it because most of his material is glossed over and perhaps people didn’t see it; very plausible, but I feel like we’ve covered most of this at least six or seven times in the past.”


” That’s because we have and unfortunately the MANY times it’s been discussed it didn’t involve Cent or Ruby so they probably didn’t pay attention… color me surprised.”


” I’ll allow you to do the honors.” The Omega steps backward gazing into the camera with a sly smirk etched across his face.


” Why do you continue to ask the same fucking questions? No, I do seriously want to know because it seems like you’ve asked that question three times now dating back to the captain's match for War Games. Are you truly this stupid or do you make an exercised effort because at this point I can’t even tell anymore? Robert was woken up, he snapped out of the fantasy world that you still live in and realized that none of you had his back when it mattered. You talk about James Raven putting his legacy on the line for me, well Robert surpassed James Raven YEARS ago! You said Shawn and Engineer were practically begging for Robert to challenge them for the Universal Title, and yet this has been covered many times before, Robert wasn’t going to lend them ANY credibility, and why should he? Both Shawn and Engineer stood on the sidelines spouting out how Robert beat nobody during his reign… did you see them stepping to the plate? They got what they had coming to them, Shawn’s run on top can be marked with an asterisk just like Engineer’s. Fuck em’.”


” Chris Page was there for Robert when guys like you were not! Chris Page showed Robert the error of his ways and unlocked The Omega, the same Omega that has always existed, he just didn’t know. So you ask why Robert and Chris are friends? Do you ask why Robert associates with Chris? Because they’re both winners.”


” Look no further than the gold they carry; each carrying the Tag Division and two singles divisions into the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year while Centurion and Ruby don’t have anything to clutch but a dick and a vagina…. And from the sounds of it, Centurion’s got sand in his.”





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” But wait! If the generic couldn’t be even more cookie-cutter than he already has been he went the SAME direction as everyone else again!”




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” Does Robert know eventually Chris is going to turn on him?”


” WHAT?!?!?!”


” Yeah man, Centurion like SO MANY OTHERS have the preconceived notion that Chris is using Robert to get to the top and when the time is right he’s going to stab him in the back; because ya know, that’s his thing.”


” Oh my God! Why am I just now hearing about this? Oh, wait… I’m not.” There’s an audible sigh from The Omega out of sheer disappointment.


” You could expect Cent to come at you with anything original, did you? That’s kinda not his thing as he still thinks Leap of Faith’s Main Event was the greatest thing since sliced bread but in reality, the only thing anyone remembers about Leap of Faith when it revolves around the Universal Title rests with Lacklan cashing in her briefcase and not two men that lost.”


” But hey buddy, you toot that horn as much as you want to and you think for one second that you belong in any conversation when it comes to Legends or Icons when you’re still the guy that has a goose egg when it comes to Universal Title run and Robert will still be the guy that everyone aspires to be. Damn, it sucks to be you.”


” For a man that claims to be so good you’ve shown us why you’re the failure we already know you to be. For your sake, I hope you stop talking now and make this impending failure on your behalf easier to take. We can’t stand here and say you’ve been a challenge because that simply just isn’t true for all you’ve been in the EXACT same as everyone before you; hitting on the same points, trying to rationalize who we are, and still you drop the ball; if I am Ruby I’m thinking about not showing up because not even she can anchor that sinking ship.”




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” Speaking of dear Rubes; she’s tried hard to carry Cent’s dead weight, but she’s too nice for her good and it’s going to cost her. Do you know who else was too nice for his good? Robert. Robert Main once stood for morals and what was right, he aimed to please and he toed the line of what was right… and it didn’t get him anywhere; sure he had fame and fortune but he had a void.”


” At one time it was cute to see just how naïve you are; and yet now you continue to be foolish lugging Centurion around with you as you try and play Captain-Save-A-Hoe with a man that’s made it clear he just doesn’t care anymore. Why subject yourself to someone who is just going to weigh you down. You’ve shown you have what it takes to step out of that dim light working Thursday Night’s brings you and can compete with anyone at any time in a wrestling match…”


” A fight on the other hand is a horse of a different color all together now isn’t it.”


” We’d hate for you to walk into this under the pretense that just because you catch bad guys makes you some kind of hero in our eyes, it doesn’t. Why? Because every superhero has that one villain that’s just a little smarter, a little more cunning, and more put together on all levels… Meet Cataclysm, we are those villains, and we sure as shit aren’t coming to Alcatraz to wrestle!”


” You’ve jumped out of the frying pan and right into the fire just like you did at Leap of Faith and just like Leap of Faith you’re going to get burned. Nice gals finish last, but you already know that now don’t you?”


” Be sure to bring that GoPro because I want the ass-kicking that you’re going to take to be public on two fronts, live on Pay-Per-View and live for all your fans that are too cheap to support their hero to see her bloodshed and her body broken; I mean after all you have to have that audience right? You can’t do anything without the notoriety because deep down inside you’re as vain as they come!”




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” That’s your deadly sin Rubes, and we want you to know that it’s okay… we accept you for your flaws and all. There’s no need to apologize for being a fucking idiot, just do better when you take a seat at the grown folk's table and try to hang with people such as us, but I mean you are teaming with Centurion and he’s already been a horrible blueprint to follow when trying to tackle Cataclysm.”


” Fun fact for anyone paying attention; if you want to dance with the devil’s in pale moonlight see what both Ruby and Centurion have done recently both in-ring and with this little verbal exchange and do the polar opposite.”


” I see what you did there.”


” Thanks.”


On paper this looked to be like an interesting affair but it’s turned into a complete runaway as we’re trucking along while our opponents stop and suck some air. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m tired of hearing Centurion say “honestly”…”


” “Honestly” Ruby seems to bring it out of him; but hey, nothing is stopping us from ripping out of vocal cords tomorrow night, nothing is stopping us from snapping an arm or breaking a leg, nothing is stopping us from strapping Ruby to the electric chair or throwing Centurion in the gas chamber… we have a license to do whatever we want, however, we want and to whoever we want. Does this sound like an ideal situation for either of you to be involved in? Do we look like the kind of guys that are going to lose to the likes of an over the hill has been that can give two fucks about his career and a little girl with a banana fetish? Fucking think again.”


” We don’t lose; and before anyone jumps to say that Robert or myself does all the heavy lifting, history shows the Beast is the man getting the pinfalls on most of the title defenses and is also the very man that beat Noah Jackson to procure those straps of gold, to begin with. Fuck off with that, it’s lame and tired.”[/green]


” Hey, you can’t fault them from trying to drive a wedge or try to create some dissension because the one common fact that everyone knows, the only key to defeating us is to try and force us to turn on each other; when it comes to Page it’s oh Robert’s carrying you or you can’t do it on your own and with Robert it’s Page is going to stab you in the back or you’re a coward for not challenging Shawn or Engy…. The sad, sad reality when it comes to all the reaching, all the false accusations you all choose to make is that when you’re through talking that shit and that final bell tolls Cataclysm stands victorious.”


[orange]” This fight tomorrow night isn’t any exception because we are going to mop the fucking floor with both of you.”


” It doesn’t end until one team leaves the Island… think long and hard about that and let it sink in that there’s a very good chance that one of you if not both of you won’t make it out alive. Just knowing that we are on the eve of your demise is enough to make Gilmour’s dick jump! There’s going to be A LOT of eyes on this, and rightfully so, I mean we are involved and the one constant in this federation is the attention seems to gravitate towards us regardless if we ask for it or we don’t. You’ve both already shown that you can’t match us verbally and we ALL know you don’t mesh with us physically…”


” Stop trying.”


” There’s no shame in waving the white flag and saving yourselves from any further embarrassment because this is now like taking candy from a couple of fucking babies.”


” Last chance to admit your failures and move on. It’s not too late for you both to save yourselves from the sure damnation you’re about to walk into. You can’t say we haven’t been fair or given you ample warnings. Should you show up to this prison you better make peace with whatever God you serve for your souls belong to us.”


” We’re still here, we’re still waiting…. The time to hesitate is through.”


” We hope you all enjoy the horrific display we’re going to put on for you the moment this ragtag team decides to show up to the island; it won’t be for the faint heart.”


" Next time don't let Centurion do your trash-talking for you, he sucks just as bad at trying to cut someone down as he does winning the Universal Championship. You allowed him to dictate the pace Rubes, and he failed you while you carried him this entire way. Your legs are tired, them knees are getting weaker and now it's time for the talk to end and the fight to begin!" The Omega leans towards the bars of his cell as he whispers.


” Run.”



… To be continued…]]> Earlier today:



” Hey man. Whatcha doin’?” The voice of Chris Page echoes out across the empty cafeteria at Alcatraz as Robert Main is shown at a single oval table with his feet kicked up on the table itself with his phone in his hands watching something intently on his phone.




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” Seriously?”


” Hell yeah man, Andy Griffith is the shit! Service kinda sucks… Hey, where’s Adam?”


” Fishing.”


” Oh.” Robert intently waits for the buffering to cease and his program play.


” How do you like your peanut butter and jelly?”


” Creamy peanut butter, extra strawberry jelly, no crust… crust is for assholes.”
Chris simply shakes his head as we fade to black.




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The eerie sounds of water drops hitting the sounds of various puddles of water on concrete can be heard.The Beast and The Omega are shown in separate cells as they lay on their beds awaiting the arrival of their challengers Ruby and Centurion.




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” I think it’s safe to say we’ve gotten their undivided attention.” The Beast opens this up as he states towards the wall that separates The Omega and The Beast...


” Correcting the errors of their ways still doesn’t make their stupidity less real.” The Beast scoffs as we switch to The Omega’s cell.


” They’re just outmatched and outgunned at every turn just like so many others that have crossed our path in the past and much like those unfortunate enough to cross our paths in the future. We have always and will always be the true measuring stick in the entire profession. When you step to us you can’t make the novice mistakes because we will cram them back down your throats much like Centurion and Ruby have already tasted.” The Beast snickers under his breath before we cut back to the cell that housing The Beast who rests on his bunk with his arms back behind his head as if all is right with the world.


” Are they even on the same page yet? Or are we continuing this charade that we’ve not done anything with the titles versus we’re so dominating people turn away from title matches? I mean it seems as the only time challenges get acknowledged is if Dyson is having another here today gone tomorrow moment, and that’s because she’s got a thing for Robert and The Omega, yet it is funny when she leaves the drama leaves with her.” The Omega is head saying from the other side of the wall.


” Chicks dig me.”


” Whatever you need to tell yourself.” Again The Omega can be heard spouting back out at the Beast.


” Proof’s in the pudding.”


” WHY THE FUCK HAVEN’T THEY COME TO PLAY YET!”[green] The Beasts voice echoes down the hallway of the prison as the scene cuts back to the Omega’s cell as he is now seated on the side of his bunk.


” Let’s just cut the shit and shoot straight because I’m growing rather tired of pretending that Ruby or Centurion is a threat to either one of us individually let alone collectively. We’ve already exposed them to their absurdity when it comes to this entire deal. Cent says this favors them because they don’t have to pin us or make us submit, Ruby thinks we’re overlooking them, neither of them has won anything of relevance in a very long time and both are struggling to get back to winning ways by trying to take down the ONLY team to run undefeated throughout 2020? Nah homie, that dog don’t hunt.” Robert stands up from his bed as he stretches his arms up and out as The Beast is heard saying.


[green]” Shamelessly confusing us for Chris and Robert and failing to bring anything tangible to the table. There’s not much left they can do but play the same tired cards with a shitty spin that makes it more atrocious that we’re subjected to a senile fuck that has to question why he’s a fucking loser and a superhero that spends more time on GoPro going out of her way to show people she’s a superhero because she’s a scared little girl that requires the attention of the masses to make herself feel better about being a stupid cunt.” We cut back to the Beast cell where he sits on his bunk crosses his arms across his chest as lowers his head and shakes it from side to side.


” Tell us how you feel.” The Omega giggles as he eggs The Beast on.”


” Fine! Centurion, this fucking guy ate paint chips as a child because he CLEARLY doesn’t get it. Every time he opens his mouth and spats the same garbage just makes me want to slap the shit out of him.” The Beast steps forth as he gazes into the camera as if speaking directly to Centurion.


” Chris Page and Robert Main are locked away deep in our subconscious and won’t be making an appearance while we’re engaged in battle on The Rock. You’re dealing with the Omega and you’re dealing with The Beast; we’re smarter, we’re tougher and we’re more violent than Robert or Chris ever thought of being.” We now get a forward shot of the cells where The Omega and The Beast stand on the other side of the bars with a concrete wall separating them as they talk through the bars.


” We come out and play when the time calls for it; like say a fight in a prison for example as opposed to a wrestling match with Chris Chaos and Peter Gilmour, we come out and play when the powers that be are stupid enough to put people like you in this position so that we can make an example, after example, after example as our path of destruction continues to rage onward and upward.”


” The sooner you come to terms with just WHO you’re fighting tomorrow night the better off you’re going to be and maybe, just maybe you might fully understand the severity of your current situation. It was cute to see you try and humanize Chris and Robert; you’re right they do eat, they do sleep and they do regular shit like regular people…




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” We applaud you for pointing out something everyone is well aware all the while continuing to show your lack of intelligence to the situation right now. We don’t occupy their entire life, matter of fact as soon as we’re done shedding your blood and successfully adding your names to our body count the Omega and I are going to go away and the loveable Chris Page and Robert Main you speak of will once again emerge. This is not complicated.”


” Oh but it is when you’re dealing with someone like a Centurion; poor guy, refers to himself as the best wrestler to never hold the Universal Championship, talk about a walking, talking contradiction. The simplest truth when it comes to you is you are your own worst enemy. You always have been and you always will be. You’ve lead Ruby to failure, you’ve let her down with your cheesy, unentertaining self…. And it’s cute that you don’t want to acknowledge yourself as a failure and have run off taking bookings in another company with even LESSER talents so you can rack up a resume and feel better about your fucking self, or at the least manage some winners so you can finally figure out what that tastes like again.”


” I’m sorry this isn’t the Hart Division and you can’t run rough shot like you once did because unlike that division there are players in this one.”


” Compare us to anyone you want to, to anything you’ve done in the past for that’s where you love to dwell, isn’t Cent?”


” I wonder why that is?”


” It’s the only place he attained success.”


” I’m happy for you that you want to use past experiences as a feeble attempt to make yourself seem like you have a shot here, but in case you haven’t noticed while you might have some experience dealing with multiple personalities you’ve NEVER, not ONE TIME, dealt with The Omega and a Beast. You sir are in for a very rude awakening for you see we smell your fear; it exudes from your pores with every word you state, and with every word you state you’re digging your grave that much deeper. What? I’m lying? Listen punk if you weren’t scared you wouldn’t have made a point to profess you’re not scared. Sell that shit to the kids because you’re dealing with grown folks.”


” What’s this guy’s hard-on with Robert?”


” a Better question would be is there any specific reason this old fossil is recycling material he’s already tried to throw once in past, dare I say War Games, maybe he’s rehashing it because most of his material is glossed over and perhaps people didn’t see it; very plausible, but I feel like we’ve covered most of this at least six or seven times in the past.”


” That’s because we have and unfortunately the MANY times it’s been discussed it didn’t involve Cent or Ruby so they probably didn’t pay attention… color me surprised.”


” I’ll allow you to do the honors.” The Omega steps backward gazing into the camera with a sly smirk etched across his face.


” Why do you continue to ask the same fucking questions? No, I do seriously want to know because it seems like you’ve asked that question three times now dating back to the captain's match for War Games. Are you truly this stupid or do you make an exercised effort because at this point I can’t even tell anymore? Robert was woken up, he snapped out of the fantasy world that you still live in and realized that none of you had his back when it mattered. You talk about James Raven putting his legacy on the line for me, well Robert surpassed James Raven YEARS ago! You said Shawn and Engineer were practically begging for Robert to challenge them for the Universal Title, and yet this has been covered many times before, Robert wasn’t going to lend them ANY credibility, and why should he? Both Shawn and Engineer stood on the sidelines spouting out how Robert beat nobody during his reign… did you see them stepping to the plate? They got what they had coming to them, Shawn’s run on top can be marked with an asterisk just like Engineer’s. Fuck em’.”


” Chris Page was there for Robert when guys like you were not! Chris Page showed Robert the error of his ways and unlocked The Omega, the same Omega that has always existed, he just didn’t know. So you ask why Robert and Chris are friends? Do you ask why Robert associates with Chris? Because they’re both winners.”


” Look no further than the gold they carry; each carrying the Tag Division and two singles divisions into the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year while Centurion and Ruby don’t have anything to clutch but a dick and a vagina…. And from the sounds of it, Centurion’s got sand in his.”





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” But wait! If the generic couldn’t be even more cookie-cutter than he already has been he went the SAME direction as everyone else again!”




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” Does Robert know eventually Chris is going to turn on him?”


” WHAT?!?!?!”


” Yeah man, Centurion like SO MANY OTHERS have the preconceived notion that Chris is using Robert to get to the top and when the time is right he’s going to stab him in the back; because ya know, that’s his thing.”


” Oh my God! Why am I just now hearing about this? Oh, wait… I’m not.” There’s an audible sigh from The Omega out of sheer disappointment.


” You could expect Cent to come at you with anything original, did you? That’s kinda not his thing as he still thinks Leap of Faith’s Main Event was the greatest thing since sliced bread but in reality, the only thing anyone remembers about Leap of Faith when it revolves around the Universal Title rests with Lacklan cashing in her briefcase and not two men that lost.”


” But hey buddy, you toot that horn as much as you want to and you think for one second that you belong in any conversation when it comes to Legends or Icons when you’re still the guy that has a goose egg when it comes to Universal Title run and Robert will still be the guy that everyone aspires to be. Damn, it sucks to be you.”


” For a man that claims to be so good you’ve shown us why you’re the failure we already know you to be. For your sake, I hope you stop talking now and make this impending failure on your behalf easier to take. We can’t stand here and say you’ve been a challenge because that simply just isn’t true for all you’ve been in the EXACT same as everyone before you; hitting on the same points, trying to rationalize who we are, and still you drop the ball; if I am Ruby I’m thinking about not showing up because not even she can anchor that sinking ship.”




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” Speaking of dear Rubes; she’s tried hard to carry Cent’s dead weight, but she’s too nice for her good and it’s going to cost her. Do you know who else was too nice for his good? Robert. Robert Main once stood for morals and what was right, he aimed to please and he toed the line of what was right… and it didn’t get him anywhere; sure he had fame and fortune but he had a void.”


” At one time it was cute to see just how naïve you are; and yet now you continue to be foolish lugging Centurion around with you as you try and play Captain-Save-A-Hoe with a man that’s made it clear he just doesn’t care anymore. Why subject yourself to someone who is just going to weigh you down. You’ve shown you have what it takes to step out of that dim light working Thursday Night’s brings you and can compete with anyone at any time in a wrestling match…”


” A fight on the other hand is a horse of a different color all together now isn’t it.”


” We’d hate for you to walk into this under the pretense that just because you catch bad guys makes you some kind of hero in our eyes, it doesn’t. Why? Because every superhero has that one villain that’s just a little smarter, a little more cunning, and more put together on all levels… Meet Cataclysm, we are those villains, and we sure as shit aren’t coming to Alcatraz to wrestle!”


” You’ve jumped out of the frying pan and right into the fire just like you did at Leap of Faith and just like Leap of Faith you’re going to get burned. Nice gals finish last, but you already know that now don’t you?”


” Be sure to bring that GoPro because I want the ass-kicking that you’re going to take to be public on two fronts, live on Pay-Per-View and live for all your fans that are too cheap to support their hero to see her bloodshed and her body broken; I mean after all you have to have that audience right? You can’t do anything without the notoriety because deep down inside you’re as vain as they come!”




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” That’s your deadly sin Rubes, and we want you to know that it’s okay… we accept you for your flaws and all. There’s no need to apologize for being a fucking idiot, just do better when you take a seat at the grown folk's table and try to hang with people such as us, but I mean you are teaming with Centurion and he’s already been a horrible blueprint to follow when trying to tackle Cataclysm.”


” Fun fact for anyone paying attention; if you want to dance with the devil’s in pale moonlight see what both Ruby and Centurion have done recently both in-ring and with this little verbal exchange and do the polar opposite.”


” I see what you did there.”


” Thanks.”


On paper this looked to be like an interesting affair but it’s turned into a complete runaway as we’re trucking along while our opponents stop and suck some air. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m tired of hearing Centurion say “honestly”…”


” “Honestly” Ruby seems to bring it out of him; but hey, nothing is stopping us from ripping out of vocal cords tomorrow night, nothing is stopping us from snapping an arm or breaking a leg, nothing is stopping us from strapping Ruby to the electric chair or throwing Centurion in the gas chamber… we have a license to do whatever we want, however, we want and to whoever we want. Does this sound like an ideal situation for either of you to be involved in? Do we look like the kind of guys that are going to lose to the likes of an over the hill has been that can give two fucks about his career and a little girl with a banana fetish? Fucking think again.”


” We don’t lose; and before anyone jumps to say that Robert or myself does all the heavy lifting, history shows the Beast is the man getting the pinfalls on most of the title defenses and is also the very man that beat Noah Jackson to procure those straps of gold, to begin with. Fuck off with that, it’s lame and tired.”[/green]


” Hey, you can’t fault them from trying to drive a wedge or try to create some dissension because the one common fact that everyone knows, the only key to defeating us is to try and force us to turn on each other; when it comes to Page it’s oh Robert’s carrying you or you can’t do it on your own and with Robert it’s Page is going to stab you in the back or you’re a coward for not challenging Shawn or Engy…. The sad, sad reality when it comes to all the reaching, all the false accusations you all choose to make is that when you’re through talking that shit and that final bell tolls Cataclysm stands victorious.”


[orange]” This fight tomorrow night isn’t any exception because we are going to mop the fucking floor with both of you.”


” It doesn’t end until one team leaves the Island… think long and hard about that and let it sink in that there’s a very good chance that one of you if not both of you won’t make it out alive. Just knowing that we are on the eve of your demise is enough to make Gilmour’s dick jump! There’s going to be A LOT of eyes on this, and rightfully so, I mean we are involved and the one constant in this federation is the attention seems to gravitate towards us regardless if we ask for it or we don’t. You’ve both already shown that you can’t match us verbally and we ALL know you don’t mesh with us physically…”


” Stop trying.”


” There’s no shame in waving the white flag and saving yourselves from any further embarrassment because this is now like taking candy from a couple of fucking babies.”


” Last chance to admit your failures and move on. It’s not too late for you both to save yourselves from the sure damnation you’re about to walk into. You can’t say we haven’t been fair or given you ample warnings. Should you show up to this prison you better make peace with whatever God you serve for your souls belong to us.”


” We’re still here, we’re still waiting…. The time to hesitate is through.”


” We hope you all enjoy the horrific display we’re going to put on for you the moment this ragtag team decides to show up to the island; it won’t be for the faint heart.”


" Next time don't let Centurion do your trash-talking for you, he sucks just as bad at trying to cut someone down as he does winning the Universal Championship. You allowed him to dictate the pace Rubes, and he failed you while you carried him this entire way. Your legs are tired, them knees are getting weaker and now it's time for the talk to end and the fight to begin!" The Omega leans towards the bars of his cell as he whispers.


” Run.”



… To be continued…]]> <![CDATA[Thaddeus Duke - You NEED to watch this]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38278 Fri, 25 Sep 2020 15:11:18 -0700 Mastermind]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38278 "is that thing on?" I asked pointing to the camera

"Yes 'M' it is," replied Outback Jack who is holding the camera

"Good." I say preparing myself "Thaddeus Duke, this goes out to you. You NEED to watch this. After all, this is your doing.

"Today I am getting both of my casts removed. It's going to be a fun few minutes. I have been on bed rest for two weeks, and now I can focus on coming to get you this Saturday at Relentless Day 2. But first, over to you Doc."

A Doctor moves into view of the camera and has everything ready to remove my cast.


"I hope you liked listening to that noise, Thad, because it certainly was ear-splitting, so that's what I am going to do to you come Relentless. You will be hearing this kind of noise every time I pound away on you with a weapon because I ain't going to stop until I am satisfied that I am done with you."


I am who I am,
you are who you are,
and everything else is a perception
based on acceptance, deception,
smoke and mirrors,
and so on.
It's what's between us that seems to justify our accidental identities.

`Jason Mraz`



TUESDAY 22ND SEPTEMBER 2020
MASTERMIND'S GYM
MASTERMIND'S MANSION
WELLINGTON, NEW ZEALAND

The camera fades into Mastermind's gym, and it shows Mastermind standing in his ring in the middle of the gym, leaning on ropes.

"Surprise, Thaddeus Duke

"All of this was for you, a show. It was all Smoke and Mirrors to give me time and put you off the sent, that you really don't know what's going to come at you at Relentless.

"I was just faking it. That's called Smokes and Mirrors.

"I used my wife in my first promo to draw you into thinking that I was playing a victim. That's called Deception.

"I wanted you to think that what you did to me last Warfare put me out for a number of weeks. But that's called planning.

"Even though it did hurt what you did to me, by making me look like a fool, by making me suffer, I was just showing what I wanted to show you in the lead up to this Pay Per View. That's called Building a story. Bridging Perception from fake to real.

"Don't get me wrong. I do want Pay Back. I do want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so badly.

"What I am going to show you today is not Smoke and Mirrors. Not Deception, Not Perception but what reality is going to be like for you when we get inside Haymen's House of Horrors. So please take very special attention."

Mastermind walks to the center of the ring and picks up a chair.

"Will my first brave assistant make their way into the ring."

A guy in wrestling clothes climbs into the ring.

"Now run towards me, boy."

The guy runs towards Mastermind, and Mastermind uses the chair to hit him, and he hits the deck hard.

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"Get up boy."

The guy struggles to his knees before Mastermind hits him again with the chair.

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The guy completely hits the deck again. Mastermind drops the chair, and walks over to the guy, drags him over to the ropes, and dumps him out of the ring.

"Can I have my second brave assistant please."

Mastermind grabs what looks like a ring bell from the canvas of the ring, and waits for the second assistant to enter the ring.

"Run at me boy."

The second assistant runs at Mastermind, and Mastermind hits him with the ring bell.

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And the assistant hits the canvas hard. Mastermind drops the ring bell and walks over to the assistant and drags him towards the ropes and dumps him out of the ring. He looks back at the camera.

"You'll be hearing bells when I'm through with you. Literally."

Mastermind then has two ladders sent into the ring, where he puts them up.

"Can I please have my next assistant."

Mastermind starts climbing the first ladder, and his next assistant gets into the ring.

"Climb that ladder boy."

The assistant starts climbing the second ladder. Suddenly Mastermind grabs him and sends him crashing down into the canvas.

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Mastermind jumps down off the ladder, and walks over to the downed assistant, and grabs him, and drags him over to the ropes. He picks him up and sends him flying out of the ring, and crashing through a table that is on the outside.

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Mastermind returns to the ropes on the other side of the ring and looks out at the camera.

"Have you been watching Thaddeus Duke. Because all of that is going to happen to you. Just you. When you step foot inside the House of Horrors at Relentless. It's going to happen to you. And you are going to wish you would have backed off by now."

Mastermind nods, and the camera fades out.

"How was that?" I asked

"Very good. Very well done." said Outback Jack who had been holding the camera

"I'm ready to take that dimwitted asshole out."

"Good to hear."


PRESENT DAY
MASTERMIND'S LOCKER ROOM
SOMEWHERE ON ALCATRAZ ISLAND
IN PREPARATION FOR HIS HOUSE OF HORRORS MATCH
RELENTLESS DAY 2

The camera fades into the makeshift locker room of Mastermind, and it finds him already staring at the camera. He is looking mentally prepared. He doesn't take very long before he speaks.

"Thaddeus Duke. The last few weeks have been about throwing you off my scent. Making you believe I was hurt, making you believe I was the victim, making you believe in something that wasn't totally real. Like I already stated, it was all Smokes and Mirrors.

"But Thaddeus Duke. Tonight. It all comes down to tonight. Because tonight I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE PERSONIFIED.

"I am your worst nightmare come to life. I am the boogeyman come to take you into the darkness that you so want to be taken to lately. You are just the snot nose kid who I have decided I have had enough. It all ends tonight.

"In fact you are the snot that I wipe from my nose, and flick away. It's all going to be that easy.

"The moment you attacked me at Warfare, was the moment your nightmare began.

"I'm moving on to better and bigger things at the end of tonight, and you are going to be left scratching your head on how it all went wrong. Because it has all gone for you these last few weeks. Because I lead you to believe that I was at my lowest. That I was at your contempt. That I was out of ideas. That I was yours for the taking."

Mastermind taps the side of his head.

"I led you to believe that things were not the same. I led you to believe that you had it all over me. It's not what it truly looks like Thaddeus. I let you believe in another perception. A fake perception. I led you down the garden path, and into a green house, and you thought you could smash the greenhouse with rocks. When I turned it all back on you.

"I don't know where you think that I am a squirt or smaller than you think I am. I am nearly 6 feet tall. I'm no puny bastard. Yes you are just over 6 foot but I don't fucking care, because like I said I am your worst nightmare personified. And I am ready to take you out, and put you out where you belong. In the trash.

"I am ready for whatever you throw at me, Thad. But the question is are you ready tor receive what comes your way? Because I don't think you are.

"You are not smart enough. You think you are. But this moment in time, it will be about me taking you down, and showing you that once and for all, your blah blah about me costing you matches is all that. Blah blah. Your worst mistake. I cost you nothing but what you deserved.

"You don't care about anything. We all know that. You may care about Lizzie, or even your boy, but deep down we all know that you only care about just one thing. YOU. And that's where YOU fail. Because you have been forever fighting your fathers shadow. You are never going to be as good as he was. NEVER.

"He was on top of the world in his prime. I fought him once. I felt like it was a honor to face him.

"It's not going to be a honor facing you. Because you are too thick. You wine and moan at things that don't happen the way you want it.

"You went through a month of losses. Tough shit boy. Because that happens to me all the time, but I get up, I don't moan. I get on with things, and prove to myself that I can get wins. When was the last time your Dad went through a whole month of loses.

"You are just a blip on your father.

"The moment you blamed me for your misfortunes was the moment it all went horribly wrong, and that BOY, is where I come in and take you to school.

"I'll take you to school tonight because I can. I lead you astray this whole last few weeks. Remember perception? Remember deception? Remember Thaddeus that things aren't really what they seem. But they will be tonight, because tonight I will stand tall after I beat you to within an inch of your crummy life, that you are going to beg for your father to come save you.

"No one is going to save you Thad. This is your worst nightmare brought on by you, and you only.

"I'm sick of you blaming me. I'm sick of you blaming others.

"It all stops tonight.

"Hope you had fun watching me beat down my assistants with all the weapons I'm going to use on you. And then once you realize you lost to me, you are going to follow what Tim S Grover said best..... 'All you can do is beat yourself up for the mess you've created, and now you've got a mental barrier to go along with your physical barriers'

"You created a huge mess. Only you can clean it up.

"But now it's time for me to not only talk the talk but to walk the walk and make your nightmare a reality. No more perception. No more deception. No more smokes and mirrors, just it's time for action.

"Tonight is your nightmare come to life. Tonight I'm your boogeyman come to claim what you have failed to claim, tonight will be a storm of emotions. Everything will surround you. Everything will consume you. Everything will be unforgiving. Do you dare to look? Do you dare to fight back? Or do you just give up and let the one word in that you fear. It's just all been too.........

Mastermind smirks his infamous smirk, before ending with....

Relentless............"

Mastermind starts laughing, it becomes even more uncontrollable and crazier, and he keeps looking into the camera like he was out of control. Then the camera fades out.
]]> "is that thing on?" I asked pointing to the camera

"Yes 'M' it is," replied Outback Jack who is holding the camera

"Good." I say preparing myself "Thaddeus Duke, this goes out to you. You NEED to watch this. After all, this is your doing.

"Today I am getting both of my casts removed. It's going to be a fun few minutes. I have been on bed rest for two weeks, and now I can focus on coming to get you this Saturday at Relentless Day 2. But first, over to you Doc."

A Doctor moves into view of the camera and has everything ready to remove my cast.


"I hope you liked listening to that noise, Thad, because it certainly was ear-splitting, so that's what I am going to do to you come Relentless. You will be hearing this kind of noise every time I pound away on you with a weapon because I ain't going to stop until I am satisfied that I am done with you."


I am who I am,
you are who you are,
and everything else is a perception
based on acceptance, deception,
smoke and mirrors,
and so on.
It's what's between us that seems to justify our accidental identities.

`Jason Mraz`



TUESDAY 22ND SEPTEMBER 2020
MASTERMIND'S GYM
MASTERMIND'S MANSION
WELLINGTON, NEW ZEALAND

The camera fades into Mastermind's gym, and it shows Mastermind standing in his ring in the middle of the gym, leaning on ropes.

"Surprise, Thaddeus Duke

"All of this was for you, a show. It was all Smoke and Mirrors to give me time and put you off the sent, that you really don't know what's going to come at you at Relentless.

"I was just faking it. That's called Smokes and Mirrors.

"I used my wife in my first promo to draw you into thinking that I was playing a victim. That's called Deception.

"I wanted you to think that what you did to me last Warfare put me out for a number of weeks. But that's called planning.

"Even though it did hurt what you did to me, by making me look like a fool, by making me suffer, I was just showing what I wanted to show you in the lead up to this Pay Per View. That's called Building a story. Bridging Perception from fake to real.

"Don't get me wrong. I do want Pay Back. I do want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so badly.

"What I am going to show you today is not Smoke and Mirrors. Not Deception, Not Perception but what reality is going to be like for you when we get inside Haymen's House of Horrors. So please take very special attention."

Mastermind walks to the center of the ring and picks up a chair.

"Will my first brave assistant make their way into the ring."

A guy in wrestling clothes climbs into the ring.

"Now run towards me, boy."

The guy runs towards Mastermind, and Mastermind uses the chair to hit him, and he hits the deck hard.

[Image: 2ecede63e687da95f445a85f7087e9b5.gif]

"Get up boy."

The guy struggles to his knees before Mastermind hits him again with the chair.

[Image: KqrDpCG.gif]

The guy completely hits the deck again. Mastermind drops the chair, and walks over to the guy, drags him over to the ropes, and dumps him out of the ring.

"Can I have my second brave assistant please."

Mastermind grabs what looks like a ring bell from the canvas of the ring, and waits for the second assistant to enter the ring.

"Run at me boy."

The second assistant runs at Mastermind, and Mastermind hits him with the ring bell.

[Image: F0jc.gif]

And the assistant hits the canvas hard. Mastermind drops the ring bell and walks over to the assistant and drags him towards the ropes and dumps him out of the ring. He looks back at the camera.

"You'll be hearing bells when I'm through with you. Literally."

Mastermind then has two ladders sent into the ring, where he puts them up.

"Can I please have my next assistant."

Mastermind starts climbing the first ladder, and his next assistant gets into the ring.

"Climb that ladder boy."

The assistant starts climbing the second ladder. Suddenly Mastermind grabs him and sends him crashing down into the canvas.

[Image: giphy.gif]

Mastermind jumps down off the ladder, and walks over to the downed assistant, and grabs him, and drags him over to the ropes. He picks him up and sends him flying out of the ring, and crashing through a table that is on the outside.

[Image: giphy.gif]

Mastermind returns to the ropes on the other side of the ring and looks out at the camera.

"Have you been watching Thaddeus Duke. Because all of that is going to happen to you. Just you. When you step foot inside the House of Horrors at Relentless. It's going to happen to you. And you are going to wish you would have backed off by now."

Mastermind nods, and the camera fades out.

"How was that?" I asked

"Very good. Very well done." said Outback Jack who had been holding the camera

"I'm ready to take that dimwitted asshole out."

"Good to hear."


PRESENT DAY
MASTERMIND'S LOCKER ROOM
SOMEWHERE ON ALCATRAZ ISLAND
IN PREPARATION FOR HIS HOUSE OF HORRORS MATCH
RELENTLESS DAY 2

The camera fades into the makeshift locker room of Mastermind, and it finds him already staring at the camera. He is looking mentally prepared. He doesn't take very long before he speaks.

"Thaddeus Duke. The last few weeks have been about throwing you off my scent. Making you believe I was hurt, making you believe I was the victim, making you believe in something that wasn't totally real. Like I already stated, it was all Smokes and Mirrors.

"But Thaddeus Duke. Tonight. It all comes down to tonight. Because tonight I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE PERSONIFIED.

"I am your worst nightmare come to life. I am the boogeyman come to take you into the darkness that you so want to be taken to lately. You are just the snot nose kid who I have decided I have had enough. It all ends tonight.

"In fact you are the snot that I wipe from my nose, and flick away. It's all going to be that easy.

"The moment you attacked me at Warfare, was the moment your nightmare began.

"I'm moving on to better and bigger things at the end of tonight, and you are going to be left scratching your head on how it all went wrong. Because it has all gone for you these last few weeks. Because I lead you to believe that I was at my lowest. That I was at your contempt. That I was out of ideas. That I was yours for the taking."

Mastermind taps the side of his head.

"I led you to believe that things were not the same. I led you to believe that you had it all over me. It's not what it truly looks like Thaddeus. I let you believe in another perception. A fake perception. I led you down the garden path, and into a green house, and you thought you could smash the greenhouse with rocks. When I turned it all back on you.

"I don't know where you think that I am a squirt or smaller than you think I am. I am nearly 6 feet tall. I'm no puny bastard. Yes you are just over 6 foot but I don't fucking care, because like I said I am your worst nightmare personified. And I am ready to take you out, and put you out where you belong. In the trash.

"I am ready for whatever you throw at me, Thad. But the question is are you ready tor receive what comes your way? Because I don't think you are.

"You are not smart enough. You think you are. But this moment in time, it will be about me taking you down, and showing you that once and for all, your blah blah about me costing you matches is all that. Blah blah. Your worst mistake. I cost you nothing but what you deserved.

"You don't care about anything. We all know that. You may care about Lizzie, or even your boy, but deep down we all know that you only care about just one thing. YOU. And that's where YOU fail. Because you have been forever fighting your fathers shadow. You are never going to be as good as he was. NEVER.

"He was on top of the world in his prime. I fought him once. I felt like it was a honor to face him.

"It's not going to be a honor facing you. Because you are too thick. You wine and moan at things that don't happen the way you want it.

"You went through a month of losses. Tough shit boy. Because that happens to me all the time, but I get up, I don't moan. I get on with things, and prove to myself that I can get wins. When was the last time your Dad went through a whole month of loses.

"You are just a blip on your father.

"The moment you blamed me for your misfortunes was the moment it all went horribly wrong, and that BOY, is where I come in and take you to school.

"I'll take you to school tonight because I can. I lead you astray this whole last few weeks. Remember perception? Remember deception? Remember Thaddeus that things aren't really what they seem. But they will be tonight, because tonight I will stand tall after I beat you to within an inch of your crummy life, that you are going to beg for your father to come save you.

"No one is going to save you Thad. This is your worst nightmare brought on by you, and you only.

"I'm sick of you blaming me. I'm sick of you blaming others.

"It all stops tonight.

"Hope you had fun watching me beat down my assistants with all the weapons I'm going to use on you. And then once you realize you lost to me, you are going to follow what Tim S Grover said best..... 'All you can do is beat yourself up for the mess you've created, and now you've got a mental barrier to go along with your physical barriers'

"You created a huge mess. Only you can clean it up.

"But now it's time for me to not only talk the talk but to walk the walk and make your nightmare a reality. No more perception. No more deception. No more smokes and mirrors, just it's time for action.

"Tonight is your nightmare come to life. Tonight I'm your boogeyman come to claim what you have failed to claim, tonight will be a storm of emotions. Everything will surround you. Everything will consume you. Everything will be unforgiving. Do you dare to look? Do you dare to fight back? Or do you just give up and let the one word in that you fear. It's just all been too.........

Mastermind smirks his infamous smirk, before ending with....

Relentless............"

Mastermind starts laughing, it becomes even more uncontrollable and crazier, and he keeps looking into the camera like he was out of control. Then the camera fades out.
]]> <![CDATA[The Scam Artist Pt. 2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38312 Fri, 25 Sep 2020 13:46:47 -0700 Ruby]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38312 [Image: rzHHAib.jpg]
THE SCAM ARTIST

Following her defeat at Anarchy and subsequent beatdowns by the B.O.B. and Cataclysm, Ruby had little time to recuperate and gather herself. After a panicked call from her mother Olivia, it turned out her father had fallen for one of the oldest tricks on the internet: the advance-fee scam. Having sent a couple thousand of Canadian dollars, leaving her parents as good as broke, Ruby tracked down the culprits responsible for taking advantage of the elderly’s online naïveté.

Or at least, she tried to. Her tracker led her to a compound manned with armed guards where, accompanied by her father, she managed to beat the truth out of one of the mastermind’s henchmen. The Prince, as he was called, had fled to Lagos, undoubtedly to try and avoid Canadian jurisdiction. But the Banana-Lime Blur has no jurisdiction. And after enlisting the help of one of her best friends and tag team partner Centurion, they took to the skies and set course for Nigeria’s largest city, hoping to get her parents’ money back from the criminal scum that had robbed them of their hard earned cash.


Centurion: “Just let it go, Rubes… A battle for another day, perhaps.”

Her SOB tag partner gave her a reassuring squeeze in the shoulder, but Ruby was still gritting her teeth and clenching her fists around the handles of her bags as they walked towards the airport’s exit. He wasn’t talking about their quest of getting back her money, but about the corruption they’d been met with on every twist and turn.

Get off the plane? Thirty bucks, please. Get through customs? Fifty bucks, please. Oh, you want your bag? Another fifty, please. Ruby wasn’t even mad, but it WAS maddening, mostly because this corruption existed out of necessity for most of these people. It was kept alive by a failing government in a country that had seen colonialism, civil war, military dictatorships and far too few honest democratically elected presidents of civilian governments.

Ruby: “You’re right, my guy. One battle at a time. I just wish these dudes and dudettes could go about their business honestly, collect an honest paycheck at the end of the month and have no need for all of those shenanigans, you know?”

Centurion: “I’m a wrestler, Rubes, I haven’t had an honest paycheck for an honest day’s work in my entire life.”

He grinned, and Ruby appreciated his attempts to inject a bit of lightheartedness into the situation. It was certainly helping improve her mood.

Ruby: “Well, you’re much more than that, bud. At least you’re not playing dress-up at night and running over rooftops to catch jaywalkers.”

Centurion: “Every man needs a bucket list.”

That made Ruby smile. And think.

Ruby: “Every girl, too, isn’t it? I guess I have a few things left on my bucket list.”

Centurion: “Oh yeah, like what? The usual stuff, like bungee jumping,…?”

Ruby snickered.

Ruby: “Aitch to the eck no, my guy. Ain’t no thrill I haven’t sought out and found yet. For me, I guess my bucket list is the boring stuff. I’m more of a ‘fade away’ than ‘burn out’ kid of gal as far as that’s concerned.”

Centurion: “So what you’re saying is Kurt Cobain was full of sh-… izzle?”

Ruby: “Not at all, that dude was woke as flip for a twenty-something guy in the nineties! But not everybody wants the same out of life, you know. Right now I’m living high-octane and fast-energy, but I mean, when I get to your age…”

Centurion’s face turned into a scowl.

Ruby: “…the best thing I can hope for is I still look half as good as you do!”

The scowl melted, and they stepped out through the airport gates. The sweltering heat fell over them like a thick blanket. Ruby was used to Canada, where ‘slightly above freezing’ was considered ‘short sleeve weather’.

Centurion: “Okay, so we’re here. Now what’s the plan? Lagos is a big place.”

Ruby:”Well, the tracking software I used pointed us to this city, but couldn’t give me an exact location. However...”

Ruby grabbed something from her backpack and retrieved two yellow-green electronic devices that closely looked like the toy versions of the communication devices Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi used in the Phantom Menace.

Ruby:”I went through my old toy boxes and gave these babies a lil’ upgrade! They’re following the e-signature of the server that sent my dad those fictitious e-mails. My nerdy buddies at Boulder guaranteed me that the closer we get, the more frequently we’ll get a beep.”

Centurion: “Well, Go Buffaloes! This is pretty cool. I’m starting to feel like a legit James Bond.”

Ruby:”Well you certainly look the part! You might need to work on your British accent, though.”

Centurion: “Whoa’evah do you mean, ma’am?”

Ruby grinned at hearing Centurion’s intentionally over-the-top fake British accent.

Ruby:”Nothing, guv’na. Or wait, is that Australian? Never mind. Let’s just drop our bags off at the hotel and get to exploring!”


And thus, our heroes’ search began. After dropping off their bags, they set off, armed with their tracking devices. They walked, used taxi’s hired bikes, split up to cover more ground, all in hopes to find a trace of the criminal organization responsible for ripping off Ruby’s father, and probably many thousands more.

The hours crept by, and Ruby was starting to get frustrated at her lack of success, when she got a text from her tag team buddy.

Quote:”Rubes, my device is beeping like crazy. I think I picked up a signal. Can you lock in on my coordinates?”


Quote:”My guy! You da best! On my way right now.”


She quickly hopped in a taxi and made her way over to where her buddy was hiding. The whole situation was getting a bit ridiculous, to be perfectly honest. Her father’s words still rang in her mind. ‘Just cut our losses’. And maybe he was right. How far was she willing to go for this? She’d nearly gotten herself killed trying to dismantle the operation of a toilet paper bootlegger. And her earlier conversation with Centurion had also left its mark. He was the kind of guy who was willing to die in the ring if need be, and not even regret it. But Ruby didn’t want all that. She wanted a house with a lawn. Some kids running around, and getting to watch them grow up as she got old and wrinkly and knitting ugly Banana-Lime Christmas sweaters in her rocking chair. But not yet. Not yet. The call of thrills and adventure still drowned out all the rest, common sense included.

And yet, Centurion was willing to follow her into this fool’s errand and not even question it or complain. She felt guilty for dragging him into this, but he had already proven instrumental in locating their quarry, and she was going to need his help even more if she ever wanted to get to the bottom of this. Still, he deserved a proper thank you. His willingness to fight Cataclysm alongside her was already proof that he trusted her abilities in the ring. But this proved that he genuinely cared for her, and Ruby hadn’t had many friends like that over the years.

The car stopped soon thereafter and Ruby got out. Again, it seemed like a posh neighborhood clearly reserved for the rich. The divide between the rich and poor was always greatest where corruptions or corporations ruled. Ruby turned on her tracking device and got almost an incessant bleeping tone. Clearly they were in the right place. She turned it back off, and heard a whistle behind her. She turned around and saw Centurion leaning against a wall, motioning her over.

Centurion: “Over here, Rubes.”

The Banana-Lime Blur darted over and gave him a high five.

Ruby:”That’s some grade A sleuthing, my guy! GO Sisterhood of Besties!”

Centurion: “Name pending change. We REALLY need to start looking into that.”

Ruby:”Oh, yeah yeah, for sure! First thing when we get home! So what’s the sitrep?”

Centurion pointed at a building about fifty yards out. It was encircled by high brick walls with a large, spiked metal gate that seemed impenetrable.

Centurion: “Fifteen feet walls, and patrolling guards inside. I walked by one time and they were already getting suspicious. They seemed armed with batons and stun guns from what I could tell. But their patrols are fairly rigid. If we time it right, we should be able to get inside undetected. Their cameras move, so there might be blind spots.”

Ruby:”Cool beans. This place actually looks easier to break into than the one in Quebec. And my Boulder buddies gave me a miniature EMP to shut down any cameras.”

Centurion: “They let you bring that on the plane?”

Ruby:”Yep!”

Ruby retrieved it from her backpack. It looked exactly like an old Game Boy, complete with the huge purple buttons.

Ruby:”It turns off cameras and lets you play Tetris! I’ve mostly used it for the latter, to be honest. 234 lines is my highschore! I got the full rocket at the end.”

Centurion: “Oh wow, I remember those from my younger days. Full rocket, huh? That’s pretty good. Mind if I borrow this on the flight back?”

Ruby:”Wanna try and beat my record, huh?”

Centurion: “What, you think I can’t? Sounds like a bet.”

Ruby:”You’re on, bud!”

Centurion: “Fine. What do I get if I beat it?”

Ruby shrugged.

Ruby:”You name it. I ain’t scared.”

Centurion grinned, and then focused his attention back to the situation at hand.

Centurion: “All right, let’s go for it. I bet I can throw you over that wall and you can give me a hand.”

He moved, but Ruby put her hand on his arm. He stopped and looked at her.

Centurion: “What’s up?”

Ruby:”Look, I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you doing this. It’s hard to find people out there who you can REALLY trust, you know? Coming into the XWF I didn’t really know anyone. Well ,except for Vinnie maybe, but that was just because he made fun of the Toronto Frost, really. Who did the Quetzals ever beat, anyway? I’m just saying… I quickly made a few enemies because apparently they couldn’t stand someone who was trying to bring a bit of light-heartedness into a place that was so dominated by the industry’s greatest edgelords. But you always showed me respect. Always made me feel welcome. And it’s really been one of the things that has kept me going, not just in the company, but out in the real world too. And I feel bad, because it seems like all I’ve been doing is taking and giving nothing back.”

Centurion: “Rubes… Really, I am the one who’s sorry. I should’ve been there sooner on Anarchy.”

Ruby:”No no, I don’t blame you for that one bit. You were there for me then. You’re here for me now. And I just want you to know I appreciate that, and I want to repay the favor one day, you know? And I hope you won’t hesitate to ask me when the time comes. I’m seriously glad that you and I are going into Cataclysm together. And I know you already have a lot on your plate in your own personal life… And I know you’ve got another huge match to prepare for outside of the XWF. And yet you’re here. With me.”

Centurion: “It’s not a big deal.”

Ruby wasn’t sure if she believed him but clearly he felt like this was neither the time or the place to elaborate on all of that. And he was probably right, too.

Centurion: “I’m here because I choose to be. Because you’ve inspired me. And that’s honestly the greatest gift you could ever have given me.”

He looked at her seriously for a bit, and then Ruby grinned and playfully punched him on the shoulder.

Ruby:”Hah! Look at us getting all sappy! I just realized I never properly said thank you.”

Centurion: “And you’ll never have to.”

Ruby:”Wel flip my knickers, you’re quoting the Batman on me now? That’s pretty rad. Anyway, let’s go before this scammer catches wind of us and runs off again. Oh, one more thing!”

Ruby reached into her backpack and retrieved a mask. Hers, of course, was already snapped in place a long time ago. This one, she wrapped around Centurion’s head, who grinned.

Ruby:”There ya go, you’ve earned it and then some… And I gotta say, that looks…”

Centurion: “Super?”

Ruby:”Super indeed. Let’s go, my guy!”

Centurion nodded and they snuck over to the wall. He planted his back against the wall and locked his fingers together for Ruby to plant her foot in.

Centurion: “Ready to go up and over?”

Ruby:”Flip yeah! Let’s get my money back. After all… what’s the worst that could possibly happen?”


Team S.O.B.
--name change pending--
Presents...
The absolute worst that could possibly happen

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Ruby and Centurion found themselves surrounded by twenty armed mercs, each of them wielding a stun gun that would most certainly knock them unconscious in the blink of an eye. Panting after having taken down over a dozen of adversaries, the dynamic duo now found itself at the mercy of their captors… on their knees with their hands up, Centurion looked over at the Banana-Lime Blur.

Centurion: “So to answer your earlier question, Rubes… I think this is it…”

Ruby:”Well knickers, flip and fiddlesticks. I do believe you’re right, my dude.”

Things had not exactly gone according to plan. Soon after they’d jumped the wall, Ruby had discovered that she had mistakenly taken her REAL Game Boy, rather than the EMP device her Boulder buddies had made for her.

Centurion: “At least you got a lot of Tetris out of that thing.”

After Ruby had discovered that it was, in fact, just a Game Boy, it had also given away their location by starting to play the Tetris theme tune on max. level.


Ruby:”And it’s a catchy song, isn’t it?”

Centurion: “Oh yeah, gonna be stuck in my head for days… If we ever get out of here.”

Ruby:”Don’t worry, we’ll think of something.”

Centurion: “I was honestly already dreading our lack of an exit strategy.”

Ruby:”Yeah, I usually just wing that part. But hey, lesson learned for next time! GO, learning opportunities!”

Centurion: “Next time? You plan on doing this again?”

Ruby:”Well, not THIS specifically, no.”

The mercs clearly grew tired of their chatter and one of them barked in English.

Merc: “Quiet, Americans!”

Ruby:”Slight correction there, bud. I’m one hundred percent frost-blooded Canadian! Si tu ne me crois pas, je parle français aussi, tu vois?”

Centurion: “I don’t think they care much, Rubes.”

Ruby:”Well, I’m not sitting here and calling them Kenyans, am I?”

Merc: “Quiet! Prince want to see you!”

Centurion: “I hope he doesn’t mean the Purple Rain guy.”

Ruby:”Yeah, that could be code speak for them offing us. That would really be a disappointing end to the day, let me tell you that!”

Merc: “Get up and walk! And hands up!”

Making threatening movements with their guns, the mercs motioned them towards the door. They went inside and through a long corridor.

Ruby:”So what do you think they’ll do to us?”

Centurion: “Well, I don’t think they’ll give us a nice present and let us go.”

Ruby:”Ah well, how bad could it be?”

Centurion: “Last time you asked a similar question, we ended up surrounded by twenty armed mercenaries.”

Ruby:”Just saying, there’s always someone worse off than yourself.”

Centurion: “Really? I’d like to see one, that might make me feel better about this whole thing.”

Ruby:”Well, I’m pretty sure you’ll find one in Cataclysm’s weird dungeon. Those dudes really have no business sense, they should turn that place into a theme park for fourteen year old goths who are convinced life sucks and everything is horrible. That’s their target audience, isn’t it? And all the rides are merry—go-rounds to symbolize the way they keep talking in circles and keep on repeating themselves all the time.”

Centurion: “Sounds like a horrible idea.”

Ruby:”I know. They’d probably love it.”

They were near the end of the corridor and were forced into a large room. A huge man was seated at the far end, sitting cross-legged on the biggest chair Ruby had ever seen. Ruby and Centurion were forced to the center of the room and forced to their knees as the stun guns were forced into their necks and they received a boot to the back of the knee.

Ruby:”Ouch, dude! You could’ve just asked politely, you know? With the whole please and thank you? Sheesh. Manners!”

The man got to his feet. Ruby estimated him to be almost seven feet tall. He had a rather slender frame, making him look like a very large pencil.

Ruby:”Hey Centy. Don’t you think he looks like a very large pencil?”

Centurion: “…wut?”

Ruby:”Never mind…”

The man got closer and closer until he stopped right in front of the pair. He crouched down, and grabbed Ruby by the chin, forcing her to look at him.

The Prince: “Who sent you?”

Ruby:”The Prince, I presume? Tell me, how does it feel to live in this luxury while you and your conmen swindle old people from their hard earned money?”

The Prince: “I don’t even know who you are.”

Centurion: “Oh, she’s gonna go all Scarlet Witch on you now!”

Ruby:”I’m here to take back what belongs to my father. And I’m not leaving without it.”

The Prince: “No. I have merely gained what belonged to MY father.”

Ruby:”Say what now?”

The Prince: “I, Prince Jones Dimka, son of a murdered father and rightful heir to the throne of Kaduna, will have his legacy… And nobody will stop me. Now… WHO sent you?”

Ruby sighed.

Ruby:”Oh, FLIP me up the goat buttocks.”


Earlier, from Ruby’s Go-Pro…

Ruby:”Hulloooooo tharr, my flipsies and whatnotsies! It’s the Banana-Lime Blur, checking in from a taxi in Lagos, Nigeria of all places! Now, I can already hear and see those question marks popping up above your heads. ‘Ruby, what the flip? Aren’t you supposed to be preparing for your match against Cataclysm? Or keeping the streets safe of criminals?’ Well, I’m sort of doing both, aren’t I? See, my mainest man Centy and I are on a mission, call it team building if you will, to find a criminal mastermind who’s been leeching off the naïve and vulnerable.

Now there’s an interesting word, isn’t there? ‘Naïve’. I’ve been called that many times. But that’s just the word a pessimist uses to describe an optimist. And there are a lot of pessimists running around. Telling us the S.O.B., name change pending, doesn’t stand a chance against Cataclysm, a team SO good, according to their own boasts, that nobody DARES to step into the ring with them. A team SO good, that a quickly thrown-together team of an in-ring veteran and a wannabe-superhero don’t stand a chance in aitch to the eck! But see, we choose to be optimistic. Because we know what we’re worth, and we know what Cataclysm are worth inside the ring. Instead, they’ve chosen to dismiss us and put us in the trash tier, which is fine by me. But I’ve been called trash by people far superior to you guys, and guess what? Beat them afterwards. Now, I’m not stupid. I know that doesn’t guarantee us a win. But it does give us a fighting chance, and I fight at my best and hardest when clawing my way to the top. It’s always been like that. Meanwhile, you guys are too preoccupied doing the spoopy stuff to recognize the threat that’s coming at you. Oh, you see it coming, you just don’t RECOGNIZE it. There’s a big difference.

Now before I go on, I just have to take a quick moment to apologize. Like a wise woman once said, ‘own your mistakes’. Sorry about that mix-up in my earlier video, my guys. I know that was my bad, but hey give a girl a break, eh? Too many knocks to the head will do that to ya. You can’t really blame me though, when I look at the material you guys put out it all kind of blends together with all of the other tryhard horrorcore stuff I’ve seen over the years, and it all seems so … interchangeable. I’ve seen plenty of guys over the years that try and put out their own rendition of the flippin’ torture papers, but unfortunately you have failed, as they have, to exceed the level of Stephen King-light wannabe. I’ve seen the schizophrenics, the psychopaths, the dissociative disorders, and all the other edgy stuff… But fair is fair, where clichés are concerned you guys DO nail them. But you also remind me of that guy at the fair, rolling his barrel organ and playing the same old tune every time, still expecting people to take notice and give him money. I’m not sure which one of you guys is the monkey on the shoulder in this comparison, but I’m leaning towards Chris Page. It’s pretty close though, dudes, like 60-40 maybe? Anyway, don’t get me wrong. Barrel organs can play a nifty little tune, but after a while you just go ‘hey, I’ve heard this before’ and you move on, realizing that an automated version of ‘Einzug der Gladiatoren’ doesn’t quite compare to Brahms’ third symphony played live by the London Philharmonic Orchestra. GO classical music comparisons! Seriously, those guys were geniuses. I like Billie Eilish and whatnot, her music is catchy and relatable, but it’s not exactly very melodic, is it?

Anyway, my flippies, I hope you’ll remember today’s lessons. First of all, own your mistakes. Secondly, always try and be innovative. But most importantly… Be a good person, and try and brighten someone else’s day when and where you can! Now THAT is a creed to live by! Catch y’all on the flipside!”


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THE SCAM ARTIST

Following her defeat at Anarchy and subsequent beatdowns by the B.O.B. and Cataclysm, Ruby had little time to recuperate and gather herself. After a panicked call from her mother Olivia, it turned out her father had fallen for one of the oldest tricks on the internet: the advance-fee scam. Having sent a couple thousand of Canadian dollars, leaving her parents as good as broke, Ruby tracked down the culprits responsible for taking advantage of the elderly’s online naïveté.

Or at least, she tried to. Her tracker led her to a compound manned with armed guards where, accompanied by her father, she managed to beat the truth out of one of the mastermind’s henchmen. The Prince, as he was called, had fled to Lagos, undoubtedly to try and avoid Canadian jurisdiction. But the Banana-Lime Blur has no jurisdiction. And after enlisting the help of one of her best friends and tag team partner Centurion, they took to the skies and set course for Nigeria’s largest city, hoping to get her parents’ money back from the criminal scum that had robbed them of their hard earned cash.


Centurion: “Just let it go, Rubes… A battle for another day, perhaps.”

Her SOB tag partner gave her a reassuring squeeze in the shoulder, but Ruby was still gritting her teeth and clenching her fists around the handles of her bags as they walked towards the airport’s exit. He wasn’t talking about their quest of getting back her money, but about the corruption they’d been met with on every twist and turn.

Get off the plane? Thirty bucks, please. Get through customs? Fifty bucks, please. Oh, you want your bag? Another fifty, please. Ruby wasn’t even mad, but it WAS maddening, mostly because this corruption existed out of necessity for most of these people. It was kept alive by a failing government in a country that had seen colonialism, civil war, military dictatorships and far too few honest democratically elected presidents of civilian governments.

Ruby: “You’re right, my guy. One battle at a time. I just wish these dudes and dudettes could go about their business honestly, collect an honest paycheck at the end of the month and have no need for all of those shenanigans, you know?”

Centurion: “I’m a wrestler, Rubes, I haven’t had an honest paycheck for an honest day’s work in my entire life.”

He grinned, and Ruby appreciated his attempts to inject a bit of lightheartedness into the situation. It was certainly helping improve her mood.

Ruby: “Well, you’re much more than that, bud. At least you’re not playing dress-up at night and running over rooftops to catch jaywalkers.”

Centurion: “Every man needs a bucket list.”

That made Ruby smile. And think.

Ruby: “Every girl, too, isn’t it? I guess I have a few things left on my bucket list.”

Centurion: “Oh yeah, like what? The usual stuff, like bungee jumping,…?”

Ruby snickered.

Ruby: “Aitch to the eck no, my guy. Ain’t no thrill I haven’t sought out and found yet. For me, I guess my bucket list is the boring stuff. I’m more of a ‘fade away’ than ‘burn out’ kid of gal as far as that’s concerned.”

Centurion: “So what you’re saying is Kurt Cobain was full of sh-… izzle?”

Ruby: “Not at all, that dude was woke as flip for a twenty-something guy in the nineties! But not everybody wants the same out of life, you know. Right now I’m living high-octane and fast-energy, but I mean, when I get to your age…”

Centurion’s face turned into a scowl.

Ruby: “…the best thing I can hope for is I still look half as good as you do!”

The scowl melted, and they stepped out through the airport gates. The sweltering heat fell over them like a thick blanket. Ruby was used to Canada, where ‘slightly above freezing’ was considered ‘short sleeve weather’.

Centurion: “Okay, so we’re here. Now what’s the plan? Lagos is a big place.”

Ruby:”Well, the tracking software I used pointed us to this city, but couldn’t give me an exact location. However...”

Ruby grabbed something from her backpack and retrieved two yellow-green electronic devices that closely looked like the toy versions of the communication devices Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi used in the Phantom Menace.

Ruby:”I went through my old toy boxes and gave these babies a lil’ upgrade! They’re following the e-signature of the server that sent my dad those fictitious e-mails. My nerdy buddies at Boulder guaranteed me that the closer we get, the more frequently we’ll get a beep.”

Centurion: “Well, Go Buffaloes! This is pretty cool. I’m starting to feel like a legit James Bond.”

Ruby:”Well you certainly look the part! You might need to work on your British accent, though.”

Centurion: “Whoa’evah do you mean, ma’am?”

Ruby grinned at hearing Centurion’s intentionally over-the-top fake British accent.

Ruby:”Nothing, guv’na. Or wait, is that Australian? Never mind. Let’s just drop our bags off at the hotel and get to exploring!”


And thus, our heroes’ search began. After dropping off their bags, they set off, armed with their tracking devices. They walked, used taxi’s hired bikes, split up to cover more ground, all in hopes to find a trace of the criminal organization responsible for ripping off Ruby’s father, and probably many thousands more.

The hours crept by, and Ruby was starting to get frustrated at her lack of success, when she got a text from her tag team buddy.

Quote:”Rubes, my device is beeping like crazy. I think I picked up a signal. Can you lock in on my coordinates?”


Quote:”My guy! You da best! On my way right now.”


She quickly hopped in a taxi and made her way over to where her buddy was hiding. The whole situation was getting a bit ridiculous, to be perfectly honest. Her father’s words still rang in her mind. ‘Just cut our losses’. And maybe he was right. How far was she willing to go for this? She’d nearly gotten herself killed trying to dismantle the operation of a toilet paper bootlegger. And her earlier conversation with Centurion had also left its mark. He was the kind of guy who was willing to die in the ring if need be, and not even regret it. But Ruby didn’t want all that. She wanted a house with a lawn. Some kids running around, and getting to watch them grow up as she got old and wrinkly and knitting ugly Banana-Lime Christmas sweaters in her rocking chair. But not yet. Not yet. The call of thrills and adventure still drowned out all the rest, common sense included.

And yet, Centurion was willing to follow her into this fool’s errand and not even question it or complain. She felt guilty for dragging him into this, but he had already proven instrumental in locating their quarry, and she was going to need his help even more if she ever wanted to get to the bottom of this. Still, he deserved a proper thank you. His willingness to fight Cataclysm alongside her was already proof that he trusted her abilities in the ring. But this proved that he genuinely cared for her, and Ruby hadn’t had many friends like that over the years.

The car stopped soon thereafter and Ruby got out. Again, it seemed like a posh neighborhood clearly reserved for the rich. The divide between the rich and poor was always greatest where corruptions or corporations ruled. Ruby turned on her tracking device and got almost an incessant bleeping tone. Clearly they were in the right place. She turned it back off, and heard a whistle behind her. She turned around and saw Centurion leaning against a wall, motioning her over.

Centurion: “Over here, Rubes.”

The Banana-Lime Blur darted over and gave him a high five.

Ruby:”That’s some grade A sleuthing, my guy! GO Sisterhood of Besties!”

Centurion: “Name pending change. We REALLY need to start looking into that.”

Ruby:”Oh, yeah yeah, for sure! First thing when we get home! So what’s the sitrep?”

Centurion pointed at a building about fifty yards out. It was encircled by high brick walls with a large, spiked metal gate that seemed impenetrable.

Centurion: “Fifteen feet walls, and patrolling guards inside. I walked by one time and they were already getting suspicious. They seemed armed with batons and stun guns from what I could tell. But their patrols are fairly rigid. If we time it right, we should be able to get inside undetected. Their cameras move, so there might be blind spots.”

Ruby:”Cool beans. This place actually looks easier to break into than the one in Quebec. And my Boulder buddies gave me a miniature EMP to shut down any cameras.”

Centurion: “They let you bring that on the plane?”

Ruby:”Yep!”

Ruby retrieved it from her backpack. It looked exactly like an old Game Boy, complete with the huge purple buttons.

Ruby:”It turns off cameras and lets you play Tetris! I’ve mostly used it for the latter, to be honest. 234 lines is my highschore! I got the full rocket at the end.”

Centurion: “Oh wow, I remember those from my younger days. Full rocket, huh? That’s pretty good. Mind if I borrow this on the flight back?”

Ruby:”Wanna try and beat my record, huh?”

Centurion: “What, you think I can’t? Sounds like a bet.”

Ruby:”You’re on, bud!”

Centurion: “Fine. What do I get if I beat it?”

Ruby shrugged.

Ruby:”You name it. I ain’t scared.”

Centurion grinned, and then focused his attention back to the situation at hand.

Centurion: “All right, let’s go for it. I bet I can throw you over that wall and you can give me a hand.”

He moved, but Ruby put her hand on his arm. He stopped and looked at her.

Centurion: “What’s up?”

Ruby:”Look, I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you doing this. It’s hard to find people out there who you can REALLY trust, you know? Coming into the XWF I didn’t really know anyone. Well ,except for Vinnie maybe, but that was just because he made fun of the Toronto Frost, really. Who did the Quetzals ever beat, anyway? I’m just saying… I quickly made a few enemies because apparently they couldn’t stand someone who was trying to bring a bit of light-heartedness into a place that was so dominated by the industry’s greatest edgelords. But you always showed me respect. Always made me feel welcome. And it’s really been one of the things that has kept me going, not just in the company, but out in the real world too. And I feel bad, because it seems like all I’ve been doing is taking and giving nothing back.”

Centurion: “Rubes… Really, I am the one who’s sorry. I should’ve been there sooner on Anarchy.”

Ruby:”No no, I don’t blame you for that one bit. You were there for me then. You’re here for me now. And I just want you to know I appreciate that, and I want to repay the favor one day, you know? And I hope you won’t hesitate to ask me when the time comes. I’m seriously glad that you and I are going into Cataclysm together. And I know you already have a lot on your plate in your own personal life… And I know you’ve got another huge match to prepare for outside of the XWF. And yet you’re here. With me.”

Centurion: “It’s not a big deal.”

Ruby wasn’t sure if she believed him but clearly he felt like this was neither the time or the place to elaborate on all of that. And he was probably right, too.

Centurion: “I’m here because I choose to be. Because you’ve inspired me. And that’s honestly the greatest gift you could ever have given me.”

He looked at her seriously for a bit, and then Ruby grinned and playfully punched him on the shoulder.

Ruby:”Hah! Look at us getting all sappy! I just realized I never properly said thank you.”

Centurion: “And you’ll never have to.”

Ruby:”Wel flip my knickers, you’re quoting the Batman on me now? That’s pretty rad. Anyway, let’s go before this scammer catches wind of us and runs off again. Oh, one more thing!”

Ruby reached into her backpack and retrieved a mask. Hers, of course, was already snapped in place a long time ago. This one, she wrapped around Centurion’s head, who grinned.

Ruby:”There ya go, you’ve earned it and then some… And I gotta say, that looks…”

Centurion: “Super?”

Ruby:”Super indeed. Let’s go, my guy!”

Centurion nodded and they snuck over to the wall. He planted his back against the wall and locked his fingers together for Ruby to plant her foot in.

Centurion: “Ready to go up and over?”

Ruby:”Flip yeah! Let’s get my money back. After all… what’s the worst that could possibly happen?”


Team S.O.B.
--name change pending--
Presents...
The absolute worst that could possibly happen

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Ruby and Centurion found themselves surrounded by twenty armed mercs, each of them wielding a stun gun that would most certainly knock them unconscious in the blink of an eye. Panting after having taken down over a dozen of adversaries, the dynamic duo now found itself at the mercy of their captors… on their knees with their hands up, Centurion looked over at the Banana-Lime Blur.

Centurion: “So to answer your earlier question, Rubes… I think this is it…”

Ruby:”Well knickers, flip and fiddlesticks. I do believe you’re right, my dude.”

Things had not exactly gone according to plan. Soon after they’d jumped the wall, Ruby had discovered that she had mistakenly taken her REAL Game Boy, rather than the EMP device her Boulder buddies had made for her.

Centurion: “At least you got a lot of Tetris out of that thing.”

After Ruby had discovered that it was, in fact, just a Game Boy, it had also given away their location by starting to play the Tetris theme tune on max. level.


Ruby:”And it’s a catchy song, isn’t it?”

Centurion: “Oh yeah, gonna be stuck in my head for days… If we ever get out of here.”

Ruby:”Don’t worry, we’ll think of something.”

Centurion: “I was honestly already dreading our lack of an exit strategy.”

Ruby:”Yeah, I usually just wing that part. But hey, lesson learned for next time! GO, learning opportunities!”

Centurion: “Next time? You plan on doing this again?”

Ruby:”Well, not THIS specifically, no.”

The mercs clearly grew tired of their chatter and one of them barked in English.

Merc: “Quiet, Americans!”

Ruby:”Slight correction there, bud. I’m one hundred percent frost-blooded Canadian! Si tu ne me crois pas, je parle français aussi, tu vois?”

Centurion: “I don’t think they care much, Rubes.”

Ruby:”Well, I’m not sitting here and calling them Kenyans, am I?”

Merc: “Quiet! Prince want to see you!”

Centurion: “I hope he doesn’t mean the Purple Rain guy.”

Ruby:”Yeah, that could be code speak for them offing us. That would really be a disappointing end to the day, let me tell you that!”

Merc: “Get up and walk! And hands up!”

Making threatening movements with their guns, the mercs motioned them towards the door. They went inside and through a long corridor.

Ruby:”So what do you think they’ll do to us?”

Centurion: “Well, I don’t think they’ll give us a nice present and let us go.”

Ruby:”Ah well, how bad could it be?”

Centurion: “Last time you asked a similar question, we ended up surrounded by twenty armed mercenaries.”

Ruby:”Just saying, there’s always someone worse off than yourself.”

Centurion: “Really? I’d like to see one, that might make me feel better about this whole thing.”

Ruby:”Well, I’m pretty sure you’ll find one in Cataclysm’s weird dungeon. Those dudes really have no business sense, they should turn that place into a theme park for fourteen year old goths who are convinced life sucks and everything is horrible. That’s their target audience, isn’t it? And all the rides are merry—go-rounds to symbolize the way they keep talking in circles and keep on repeating themselves all the time.”

Centurion: “Sounds like a horrible idea.”

Ruby:”I know. They’d probably love it.”

They were near the end of the corridor and were forced into a large room. A huge man was seated at the far end, sitting cross-legged on the biggest chair Ruby had ever seen. Ruby and Centurion were forced to the center of the room and forced to their knees as the stun guns were forced into their necks and they received a boot to the back of the knee.

Ruby:”Ouch, dude! You could’ve just asked politely, you know? With the whole please and thank you? Sheesh. Manners!”

The man got to his feet. Ruby estimated him to be almost seven feet tall. He had a rather slender frame, making him look like a very large pencil.

Ruby:”Hey Centy. Don’t you think he looks like a very large pencil?”

Centurion: “…wut?”

Ruby:”Never mind…”

The man got closer and closer until he stopped right in front of the pair. He crouched down, and grabbed Ruby by the chin, forcing her to look at him.

The Prince: “Who sent you?”

Ruby:”The Prince, I presume? Tell me, how does it feel to live in this luxury while you and your conmen swindle old people from their hard earned money?”

The Prince: “I don’t even know who you are.”

Centurion: “Oh, she’s gonna go all Scarlet Witch on you now!”

Ruby:”I’m here to take back what belongs to my father. And I’m not leaving without it.”

The Prince: “No. I have merely gained what belonged to MY father.”

Ruby:”Say what now?”

The Prince: “I, Prince Jones Dimka, son of a murdered father and rightful heir to the throne of Kaduna, will have his legacy… And nobody will stop me. Now… WHO sent you?”

Ruby sighed.

Ruby:”Oh, FLIP me up the goat buttocks.”


Earlier, from Ruby’s Go-Pro…

Ruby:”Hulloooooo tharr, my flipsies and whatnotsies! It’s the Banana-Lime Blur, checking in from a taxi in Lagos, Nigeria of all places! Now, I can already hear and see those question marks popping up above your heads. ‘Ruby, what the flip? Aren’t you supposed to be preparing for your match against Cataclysm? Or keeping the streets safe of criminals?’ Well, I’m sort of doing both, aren’t I? See, my mainest man Centy and I are on a mission, call it team building if you will, to find a criminal mastermind who’s been leeching off the naïve and vulnerable.

Now there’s an interesting word, isn’t there? ‘Naïve’. I’ve been called that many times. But that’s just the word a pessimist uses to describe an optimist. And there are a lot of pessimists running around. Telling us the S.O.B., name change pending, doesn’t stand a chance against Cataclysm, a team SO good, according to their own boasts, that nobody DARES to step into the ring with them. A team SO good, that a quickly thrown-together team of an in-ring veteran and a wannabe-superhero don’t stand a chance in aitch to the eck! But see, we choose to be optimistic. Because we know what we’re worth, and we know what Cataclysm are worth inside the ring. Instead, they’ve chosen to dismiss us and put us in the trash tier, which is fine by me. But I’ve been called trash by people far superior to you guys, and guess what? Beat them afterwards. Now, I’m not stupid. I know that doesn’t guarantee us a win. But it does give us a fighting chance, and I fight at my best and hardest when clawing my way to the top. It’s always been like that. Meanwhile, you guys are too preoccupied doing the spoopy stuff to recognize the threat that’s coming at you. Oh, you see it coming, you just don’t RECOGNIZE it. There’s a big difference.

Now before I go on, I just have to take a quick moment to apologize. Like a wise woman once said, ‘own your mistakes’. Sorry about that mix-up in my earlier video, my guys. I know that was my bad, but hey give a girl a break, eh? Too many knocks to the head will do that to ya. You can’t really blame me though, when I look at the material you guys put out it all kind of blends together with all of the other tryhard horrorcore stuff I’ve seen over the years, and it all seems so … interchangeable. I’ve seen plenty of guys over the years that try and put out their own rendition of the flippin’ torture papers, but unfortunately you have failed, as they have, to exceed the level of Stephen King-light wannabe. I’ve seen the schizophrenics, the psychopaths, the dissociative disorders, and all the other edgy stuff… But fair is fair, where clichés are concerned you guys DO nail them. But you also remind me of that guy at the fair, rolling his barrel organ and playing the same old tune every time, still expecting people to take notice and give him money. I’m not sure which one of you guys is the monkey on the shoulder in this comparison, but I’m leaning towards Chris Page. It’s pretty close though, dudes, like 60-40 maybe? Anyway, don’t get me wrong. Barrel organs can play a nifty little tune, but after a while you just go ‘hey, I’ve heard this before’ and you move on, realizing that an automated version of ‘Einzug der Gladiatoren’ doesn’t quite compare to Brahms’ third symphony played live by the London Philharmonic Orchestra. GO classical music comparisons! Seriously, those guys were geniuses. I like Billie Eilish and whatnot, her music is catchy and relatable, but it’s not exactly very melodic, is it?

Anyway, my flippies, I hope you’ll remember today’s lessons. First of all, own your mistakes. Secondly, always try and be innovative. But most importantly… Be a good person, and try and brighten someone else’s day when and where you can! Now THAT is a creed to live by! Catch y’all on the flipside!”


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Without hesitation The Beast pulled the switch. From the other side of the glass, Cataclysm couldn't smell the burning flesh of Adam Barker. It made seem more sanitary than being in the room with someone being cooked alive by electricity. Barker's hands and feet clench tightly and begin straining involuntarily against the leather bands that held him down to the point of his life seemingly exits his body. It was more than just a slight tingle that ran underneath his skin. To Adam, it felt like someone had attached a live wire to each of his nerves, as his body convulsed as the bloodthirsty electrical current pulsed through him.



Suddenly…



The lights go out…



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” What the shit happened…”



A sigh from The Omega can be heard.



” How the hell should I know? Do I look like an electrical engineer? On top of it, this place is a shit hole, I bet the electric hasn’t been updated in years…”



Then they heard something they didn’t expect… Adam Barker…



” Help…. Me…”



” How in the hell is he still alive?”



” When it rains it pours… Can’t even execute a son of a bitch… Ugh… Let me light a candle so we can see.”



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Omega strikes a match lighting a candle as the gloom begins to flicker in gold, the shapes of the execution room are discernible but the colors themselves were so muted that they are almost grey.



” This prick should be dead…”



The Beast chimes in.



” To be fair it only lasted a second, before the power went out… I guess we have to move onto plan B…”



The Omega smiles through the candlelight…



” Gas Chamber?”



The Beast nods…



” Let’s unstrap this baked potato and find the gas chamber… Oh, I was meaning to ask you. What was up with the constant comparisons with Chris Chaos and Peter Gilmour? Centurion points out there terrible; yeah, no shit… They’ve been substandard for years now… Kudos on pointing that one out, genius. Mediocre pointing out inadequate, that right there is priceless…”



” This is the part of the story where they try to make themselves appear superior to all our previous opponents… I’ll admit they might be a step or two ahead of Chaos and Gilmour but that’s it… A step… Maybe a half step… They are the ones trying to explore ways to un-fuck themselves from a fucked situation… Just remember ladies, you put yourselves in this situation…”


” Cent talks a vicious game; in his case, the bark has always been louder than the bite… All this tough talk from a guy walking into a bloodbath.”


” Come on Beast, this is the same guy that seems to think a superhero will save his ass in this match… Ruby, can leap tall buildings in a single bound and shit… Faster than a speeding bullet and all that jazz… Once the shit hits the fan, she’s going to ghost Cent like a guy who banged an ugly girl on tinder… She can try to navigate the corridors of this maze and get herself out of a tight situation, sure this might play to her advantage. Tuck tail and save her hide, I mean she must carry an over the hill ass hole to the finish line… Ruby, sees the writing on the wall, hell, everyone sees it a mile away… I would not blame her for a second if she said fuck a bunch of this… This is where Centurion gets things a bit mixed up… He believes Ruby will stand by his side and fight until the bitter end… That’s where he is wrong… See one or the other might escape Alcatraz, running like frightened bitches… But I guarantee both will not escape… One way or the other, one of you subpar wrestlers will pay the price… And don’t get that all twisted either, we don’t care which one of you that is… Ruby can run until her little heart's content or vice versa… Don’t matter…”


” Centurion you simpleminded ass hat, compared this to a random comic book boss fight in which good takes on evil. I hate to say it… But didn’t I call that shot earlier? Yeah, I did so, fantastic job with repeating my analogy like the coat tail riding mother fucker that you are… How about you come up with something original for once… I’ve never seen a man so fucking vanilla in my life… This isn’t just some random brawl, oh no…. This is going to be a confrontation that engulfs your souls… Further cementing the fact that you and Ruby are made for each other…. On Thursday Nights. that is. You know where the competition is more on your level… Lackluster…”



Barker opened his weary eyes in astonishment, he was still alive and breathing… The Omega grabs barker by the hair thrusting him forward to towards the cool concrete floor… Adam’s perception of time became distorted, everything slowed down until there was nothing, only him, The Beast and The Omega. Barker's eyes followed the flickering candlelight that seemed to swallow him whole. His hands reached out, grasping the endless abyss of flickering yellow light. Everything was a muddled mess, a blur that whirled out of existence. Suspended in the air, Barker closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the infinite glow. The world around him then abruptly sped up and he knew the pain was coming. It goes by at a breakneck pace…



Then impact…



” Ouch…”



Adam can feel his bones move underneath his fried skin in a way they shouldn't… Without looking Barker quickly realizes there is blood seeping from his charred skin. He doesn’t move… Laying there motionless, trying to delay the inevitable… The part where he takes in what he now looks like after being tortured and electrocuted. Tattered, burned and dirty skin… The agony takes over a portion of Adam's brain as if it's dealing with energy expenditure, without the effort of new thoughts. The excruciation discomfort embezzles his nervous system… Adam Barker shows true grit as he begins army crawling away for the Beat and The Omega…



” Take a look at this… The guy thinks he can escape us… For the first time today he’s shown me he might just have a spine in that feeble body…”



Omega places his foot on Adams back forcing him to the floor…



” Where in the hell do you think you are going? Our fun isn’t over yet…”



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Beast grabs Barker by the arm and begins dragging him…



” No…. NOOOOOO…”


” In every story, there’s that one set of circumstances that will see the hero’s buckle under the pressure; this is that scenario … We are those supervillains that are just too formidable, too overwhelming, this is the episode where the hero’s crumple… We don’t fight fair, and in each of our back pockets, we have something that will bring you both to your knees… Kryptonite… We will leave all your adoring fans with fragmented hearts and shattered dreams… Cataclysm is what you each fear the most… Ginuwine competition…”


”…. We are going to prey on your weaknesses and exploit your feelings and emotions until each of you cannot even tell what is real and what your walking nightmare is.”


” We’re here at Alcatraz getting to know the unknown while Ruby and Centurion play grab-ass with one another… The two of you are desperate, its crystal clear… If either one of you would get your heads out of your asses for a second, you would see the predicament that is looking you directly in the face. If either of you thinks we’re not prepared you’re sadly mistaken if either of you thinks that just because we make light of you means we’re looking past you THINK AGAIN! The bottom line, when it comes to Tag Team Division to be the unprecedented you have to BEAT the unparalleled…”


” We can stand before all of you and call ourselves dominating for a million reason; first, we’re UNDEFEATED collectively… The Omega is undefeated period… Think about that for a second, any combination of talent that has tried us has been eradicated point-blank… We extinguish the fires of people like you, and exterminate the downtrodden… Does either of you think that’s because we underestimate any of the situations we’ve been placed in? Do you think it’s because the people in the past aren’t as talented as you? ”


” Hell even “The Spice Rack” was more entertaining than either of you could ever dream of being and they didn’t even show up… So, what’s that say about the dynamic duo, Cent and Ruby? Hell, Ruby runs around saving the world by thrashing on subpar villains who couldn’t mastermind their way out of a wet paper bag… And this lackluster bull shit is the very best that you guys can come up with? Cut and paste promos, playing footage for God knows when to fill airtime… I mean, wow… If I were in power, I’d send the two of you lowlifes to the unemployment life for negligence… Doing shit like that shows two things… You know your beat and laziness… And people say that I’m long-winded… At least I have something entertaining to say when I speak…”



There was the white jagged end of a broken bone cutting through Barker’s skin as the blood flowed freely in thick scarlet rivers amongst the hairs of his leg, matting them together… Adam let out a strangled scream as the hemoglobin began to pool in the back of his throat…



” Chris… Please stop this madness… I’m begging you… I thought we were friends… Chris please…”



The Beast stops dropping Barker’s arm to the floor as The Omega puts his boot in the middle of his back…



” I’ll stop… When your fucking dead….”



Omega grabs Barker lifting him onto his shoulder.



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This shit is taking way too long…”



Beast nods as the two continue towards the gas chamber and the Omega continues ripping into Centurions ass…



” I’m not out there coming up with hypothetical scenarios, about who eats their sandwich and how… Who gives a shit what people do in their spare time…? But see, that right there is in Centurions wheelhouse… Then he wonders why people call him fucking boring… And I bet he still wonders why he lost to FUZZ… Hey, Cent why not just do a crossword on camera? The bull shit you put out is about as entertaining as watching goddamn paint dry or flies fuck… Take your pick on that one… Every time one of Centurions promos come on there are times I wish God would either kill him or me… Either or, doesn’t matter to me as long as it all stops… Hell, a sudden spurt of dementia would be welcomed if in earshot of Cent’s voice… When you two walked out on Savage and knocked on our door we answered it, and now that you are staring the reapers of death in the face... You are looking for a way out of the mess you created… Centurion for years you’ve carried a coffin on your back, Cataclysm is that final nail, and don’t worry we’ll be bringing the hammer as well… ”


” Both of you have a LONG way to go if you think these titles are coming off our shoulders. One day our title reign might come to an end, one day there might come a team that cracks the code that is Cataclysm… But that day just isn’t coming at Relentless. We’re put in our environment and we thrive in these kinds of situations, the only thing we don’t like about this match is the built-in “out” you both have… See the powers that be gave Centurion and Ruby a scapegoat so they could keep on selling tickets and stay face… Management knew from jump street, that in that squared circle we’d cripple the two of you with real tag team wrestling… Pinning your good for nothing asses to the canvas… Unlike our previous battles, we won’t be able to pin you… We just have to escape the Island….”


” Let’s think about that for just a second, shall we. We get to dictate how much pain and suffering you both endure; we dictate how much blood you will shed, and we dictate when this thing ends… Which means we have each of your lives in the palms of our hands. Just how we like it…”



” This now becomes the time where you both huddle up in that corner and try to figure out a game plan that’s going to fucking work… Because contradicting yourselves as you’ve already done isn’t a key for success. Being a team means you’re cohesive, it means you can think alike, and you can work together… While anyone with half a brain can do some, not many can do it all. Your deluded notions that you both can somehow knock us off is comical at best.”


” Effectively we’ve always taken advantage of every opening that is given, that’s what we do… Inside the ring or out… We’ve always had itchy trigger fingers… If you are simpleminded enough to turn your back on Cataclysm… Well… We’ll pull the trigger every time, shooting you right in the back… We’ve never been afraid of putting anyone in our path six feet deep… That’s what you are supposed to do if you want to ever gain any traction in this business, you do what you must… There is only one way to climb the ladder and grab that brass ring, cutthroats and never look in the rearview merroir. This entire Goddamned thing revolves around one thing… Winning and losing… There are no participation trophies handed out for almost getting the job done… Or pushing anyone to their limit… There is also no asterisk in the winning and losing column for almost… We have the straps and that’s the only thing that matters to us… And as long as Cataclysm holds the Tag Team Titles we are doing our jobs… Conquering…



Omega tosses Barker to the floor…



” Unlike, Centurion who has been riding the pine since losing to Fuzz or Ruby who pilfered away her coveted Championship… This entire thing isn’t going to be an exception from any other we’ve had… Heads are going to roll… Buckets of blood will be spilt all over the Rock… And Cataclysm walks out with our hands raised above our heads and our gold around our waists, just like every other match we’ve had as a unit in 2020… Both Ruby and Centurion have this grand vision that looks great on paper the execution though that has been poorly delivered. You two can take that vision and wipe your asses with it as far as I am concerned… You’ve got no shot… We are going to deliver like we always do, double-booked in my case and triple booked in the other and the final battle of Night Two of Relentless… We’re going to leave Alcatraz with our reputation still intact and the Tag Titles in hand because neither of you is capable of taking them away from us.”


” But don’t feel bad about that fact… Nobody can defeat us. We’re going to hold on to these titles for as long as we choose too, and the only way new Champions will ever be crowned is when we give them up. We’re the burliest force anyone has ever come across or will ever see in this generation. Stupendousness tends to gravitate towards greatness while the rest all fall to the wayside. You’ll both get to know that feeling incredibly well as you’re left on The Rock to lick your wounds and cry on each other’s shoulders for being the flashes in the pan that we’ve professed you both to be. We don’t get bested by schmucks, understand?”


” A part of why we don’t lose rests with us not being invested in anyone that crosses our paths. You’re all the same in our eyes while you knock on our door looking for a fight, you’re not capable of handling the smoke that bellows out of our kitchen… Let alone the fire that it brings with it. We don’t have to tell ourselves regularly how good we are because we already know it… Those straps prove that point… All fucking four of them… Leering in the dressing room mirror hyping, that’s for people like you, Cent; and you, Ruby. See you think that you two can beat us… We know we can defeat you… Ripping your heads off isn’t what drives us… Kicking your teeth so far down your throats that you can chew your asses out, isn’t either… What drives us is resentment that we share for the people that call the shots.”


The Beast gently places his hand on the gas chamber smiling as he watching Barker try to crawl away.



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” Theo? Vinnie? Still nothing?”


” Surely you didn’t expect them to break their silence, they never will either, because why would they step to people who are wrecking everyone’s shit?”


” Just hoping their balls had dropped by now, guess not. But I digress…”


” Even they know what it means to their careers if they answered, stepping into the ring one more time, they know what so many others have already come to find out when dealing with the two of us… It’s an L….”



The Beast opens the gas chamber door stepping inside as The Omega gawks at the controls while keeping a close eye on Adam Barker who still is trying to escape… He shakes his head then decides to take off his mask running his fingers through his beard… The Beast then speaks from inside the chamber as his voice echoes off its deadly walls…


(echoing) ” Ruby, Cent… This isn’t going to be any different regardless of how you attempt to spin things. I can see it now Centurion becomes a Superhero at the behest of Ruby. I mean, she is the crutch propping him up now. You might think that this match favors you… Nothing about this favors you. Robert and Chris are boundless technical wrestlers for sure, hell, Chris is going to show you that on Night One, and while they’re tremendously surgical in the ring… The Beast and The Omega are two of the most unparalleled streetfighters around. We’ve already explored Alcatraz… Every little nooks and cranny, we’ve found all the instruments of destruction and we’re laying the plan on how we want this fight to go. Our way… It is the only way…”


” While you two are busy playing checkers we’re playing three-dimensional chess and from the looks of our board we’ve just about got you in checkmate. Might I suggest that the two of you regroup and pull yourselves together… Maybe collaborating might suit you better… It’s worth a shot… It’s what we do for every match and look where it has gotten us… Centurion, you can poke fun at us for being together all the time… But that’s what successful teams do, they ride together, fly together, eat together and breath this business together… Maybe if your ego wasn’t as immense as it is, you’d understand that… Unlike the two of you, we’ve been doing this for a long time now… We were not just thrown together for shits and giggles… We’re a fucking wrecking crew for a reason… Looking into the eyes of Cataclysm is like death row... Only you don’t have to wait for years to get what’s coming to you… We’re the epitome of a machine when it comes to working as a unit, we address our common goals together... Thus being unvanquished…”


(echoing) ” Unfortunately for the two of you… You’ve become our common goal of elimination. We’re going to take the both of you to the school of hard knocks while we rape you of your pride and what little dignity you both have left.



Hey come here for a second…”



Omega leers over his shoulder noticing Barker isn’t moving, his eyes squint in wonder as he watches for a moment… He then steps away from the controls, entering the gas chamber with The Beast.


(echoing) ” What do you need?”



The Beast drops his head staring at the floor of the chamber.



(echoing) ” Do you think this thing even works? If it doesn’t we might have to do things the old fashion way…”



Omega surveilled the gas chamber before speaking



(echoing) ” Only one way to find out… But before we do let's finish off Centurion and Ruby…”



The Beast peers out the door of the chamber seeing Barker isn’t moving… Then gives a slight nod to The Omega…



(echoing) ” This isn’t just a match, ya know Cent talked about how technically sound Chris and Robert are while saying no rules didn’t favor us… Doesn’t this feeble-minded jackass realize his partner is undersized and relies upon high flying to get things done?


The Beast places his right hand over his mouth and chin before lowering his head and shaking it from side to side.


(echoing) ” The sheer ignorance is one the contributing factors to your consistent failures. It’s the path you’ve elected to take yet again and have taken throughout your entire career, as both of you prepare to deal with the absolute shit show that is Cataclysm just know that we’re here waiting with open arms and bated breath for you to show up and do something about it.”


(echoing) ” Tick Tock mother fuckers, the sands in your hourglass is just about up and when you wake up on Sunday morning, you’re going to wake up exactly as you went to sleep… Still in Alcatraz and without the Tag Titles.”


(echoing) ” The gold is what brought you both to the dance, it’s what fuels your desires to walk into oblivion and face the unknown… What we have in our favor is that the two of you haven’t realized, it doesn’t matter what the powers that be decided to put us in… We’re going to meet that challenge head-on and we’re going to make whoever is in our way pay dearly.”


(echoing) ” Saturday Night we fight until there’s only one team left standing until one team can incapacitate their counterparts long enough to reach the dock on the island and leave. I like our chances of success not because we’re superior, I mean we are that too, mainly because we’re just a couple of badasses that will wreck your shit because we can and neither of you is capable of stopping us.”


(echoing) ” Our desire now is teaching you humility and respect for just how sick and twisted this is going to get for the both of you. Anything that’s not nailed down is at our disposal against a little girl and overrated beaten down old never was in Centurion. When this thing is said and done, and we end your suffering… From here on out you’ll look at yourselves in the mirror and be met with the harsh reality… The mid-card with Tony Santos is where you belong for this spotlight is reserved for Cataclysm.”


(echoing) ” There’s nowhere else for either of you to go… But down.”



Without warning the chamber door is slammed shut locking The Beat and The Omega inside…



Clank….



(echoing) ” That little son of a bitch caught us monologuing…”



(echoing) ” All great villains get caught doing this… Damn it…”



The Beast lets out a thunderous roar slamming his fists into the chamber door…



(echoing) ” BARKER LET US OUT NOW, AND YOUR DEATH WILL BE PAINLESS…”



Barker falls onto he controls frantically trying to start the gas chamber.



(echoing) ” The fucker is beaten half to death… He can’t start the damn thing…”



A lever from the outside can be heard…



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(echoing) ” You were saying…”



God, please… Work…



CLANK….



” Oh, look gas is coming up through the floor…”



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Cataclysm each held their breath… Not breathing is like having a gun to each of their heads and being told not to let their black hearts beat… Of course, each of their sinister hearts would… As the cyanide filled the chamber their lungs had to go with the heart… There was no other choice… The Omega took his first breath instantly grabbing his throat, gasping for any air that he could find as his head spun… His hands fall to his side as the energy to survive escaped him… The Beast followed suit as his lunges started to ache and he eye bulged… They both fall to their knees… Their chests begin feeling hallow, as both monstrosities grinned from ear to ear slowly losing consciousness… They looked to one another through the gas, their eyes burned with emptiness and anger as the edges of their vision began to go dark…The pain that once burned like fire abruptly fades away to an icy numbness as their minds grew hazy… At that moment there was a calming coolness that rushed over each man who knew they were dead…



Then The Monstrosities voice came calling to The Omega…



” Ready for me to take control? Or would you rather die in here, trapped like a rat?”



The voice cackles as Omega nods…



”Good… Now the real fun begins… Reach out and grab you partner…”



The Omega reaches out… As each of their minds become corrupted…



” There's no… No, sound… I killed them… Oh, God what have I done…”









Silence….


















































Barker hobbles over opening the door to the gas chamber as a look of horror falls upon his face…



” What have I done…”



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Without hesitation The Beast pulled the switch. From the other side of the glass, Cataclysm couldn't smell the burning flesh of Adam Barker. It made seem more sanitary than being in the room with someone being cooked alive by electricity. Barker's hands and feet clench tightly and begin straining involuntarily against the leather bands that held him down to the point of his life seemingly exits his body. It was more than just a slight tingle that ran underneath his skin. To Adam, it felt like someone had attached a live wire to each of his nerves, as his body convulsed as the bloodthirsty electrical current pulsed through him.



Suddenly…



The lights go out…



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” What the shit happened…”



A sigh from The Omega can be heard.



” How the hell should I know? Do I look like an electrical engineer? On top of it, this place is a shit hole, I bet the electric hasn’t been updated in years…”



Then they heard something they didn’t expect… Adam Barker…



” Help…. Me…”



” How in the hell is he still alive?”



” When it rains it pours… Can’t even execute a son of a bitch… Ugh… Let me light a candle so we can see.”



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Omega strikes a match lighting a candle as the gloom begins to flicker in gold, the shapes of the execution room are discernible but the colors themselves were so muted that they are almost grey.



” This prick should be dead…”



The Beast chimes in.



” To be fair it only lasted a second, before the power went out… I guess we have to move onto plan B…”



The Omega smiles through the candlelight…



” Gas Chamber?”



The Beast nods…



” Let’s unstrap this baked potato and find the gas chamber… Oh, I was meaning to ask you. What was up with the constant comparisons with Chris Chaos and Peter Gilmour? Centurion points out there terrible; yeah, no shit… They’ve been substandard for years now… Kudos on pointing that one out, genius. Mediocre pointing out inadequate, that right there is priceless…”



” This is the part of the story where they try to make themselves appear superior to all our previous opponents… I’ll admit they might be a step or two ahead of Chaos and Gilmour but that’s it… A step… Maybe a half step… They are the ones trying to explore ways to un-fuck themselves from a fucked situation… Just remember ladies, you put yourselves in this situation…”


” Cent talks a vicious game; in his case, the bark has always been louder than the bite… All this tough talk from a guy walking into a bloodbath.”


” Come on Beast, this is the same guy that seems to think a superhero will save his ass in this match… Ruby, can leap tall buildings in a single bound and shit… Faster than a speeding bullet and all that jazz… Once the shit hits the fan, she’s going to ghost Cent like a guy who banged an ugly girl on tinder… She can try to navigate the corridors of this maze and get herself out of a tight situation, sure this might play to her advantage. Tuck tail and save her hide, I mean she must carry an over the hill ass hole to the finish line… Ruby, sees the writing on the wall, hell, everyone sees it a mile away… I would not blame her for a second if she said fuck a bunch of this… This is where Centurion gets things a bit mixed up… He believes Ruby will stand by his side and fight until the bitter end… That’s where he is wrong… See one or the other might escape Alcatraz, running like frightened bitches… But I guarantee both will not escape… One way or the other, one of you subpar wrestlers will pay the price… And don’t get that all twisted either, we don’t care which one of you that is… Ruby can run until her little heart's content or vice versa… Don’t matter…”


” Centurion you simpleminded ass hat, compared this to a random comic book boss fight in which good takes on evil. I hate to say it… But didn’t I call that shot earlier? Yeah, I did so, fantastic job with repeating my analogy like the coat tail riding mother fucker that you are… How about you come up with something original for once… I’ve never seen a man so fucking vanilla in my life… This isn’t just some random brawl, oh no…. This is going to be a confrontation that engulfs your souls… Further cementing the fact that you and Ruby are made for each other…. On Thursday Nights. that is. You know where the competition is more on your level… Lackluster…”



Barker opened his weary eyes in astonishment, he was still alive and breathing… The Omega grabs barker by the hair thrusting him forward to towards the cool concrete floor… Adam’s perception of time became distorted, everything slowed down until there was nothing, only him, The Beast and The Omega. Barker's eyes followed the flickering candlelight that seemed to swallow him whole. His hands reached out, grasping the endless abyss of flickering yellow light. Everything was a muddled mess, a blur that whirled out of existence. Suspended in the air, Barker closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the infinite glow. The world around him then abruptly sped up and he knew the pain was coming. It goes by at a breakneck pace…



Then impact…



” Ouch…”



Adam can feel his bones move underneath his fried skin in a way they shouldn't… Without looking Barker quickly realizes there is blood seeping from his charred skin. He doesn’t move… Laying there motionless, trying to delay the inevitable… The part where he takes in what he now looks like after being tortured and electrocuted. Tattered, burned and dirty skin… The agony takes over a portion of Adam's brain as if it's dealing with energy expenditure, without the effort of new thoughts. The excruciation discomfort embezzles his nervous system… Adam Barker shows true grit as he begins army crawling away for the Beat and The Omega…



” Take a look at this… The guy thinks he can escape us… For the first time today he’s shown me he might just have a spine in that feeble body…”



Omega places his foot on Adams back forcing him to the floor…



” Where in the hell do you think you are going? Our fun isn’t over yet…”



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Beast grabs Barker by the arm and begins dragging him…



” No…. NOOOOOO…”


” In every story, there’s that one set of circumstances that will see the hero’s buckle under the pressure; this is that scenario … We are those supervillains that are just too formidable, too overwhelming, this is the episode where the hero’s crumple… We don’t fight fair, and in each of our back pockets, we have something that will bring you both to your knees… Kryptonite… We will leave all your adoring fans with fragmented hearts and shattered dreams… Cataclysm is what you each fear the most… Ginuwine competition…”


”…. We are going to prey on your weaknesses and exploit your feelings and emotions until each of you cannot even tell what is real and what your walking nightmare is.”


” We’re here at Alcatraz getting to know the unknown while Ruby and Centurion play grab-ass with one another… The two of you are desperate, its crystal clear… If either one of you would get your heads out of your asses for a second, you would see the predicament that is looking you directly in the face. If either of you thinks we’re not prepared you’re sadly mistaken if either of you thinks that just because we make light of you means we’re looking past you THINK AGAIN! The bottom line, when it comes to Tag Team Division to be the unprecedented you have to BEAT the unparalleled…”


” We can stand before all of you and call ourselves dominating for a million reason; first, we’re UNDEFEATED collectively… The Omega is undefeated period… Think about that for a second, any combination of talent that has tried us has been eradicated point-blank… We extinguish the fires of people like you, and exterminate the downtrodden… Does either of you think that’s because we underestimate any of the situations we’ve been placed in? Do you think it’s because the people in the past aren’t as talented as you? ”


” Hell even “The Spice Rack” was more entertaining than either of you could ever dream of being and they didn’t even show up… So, what’s that say about the dynamic duo, Cent and Ruby? Hell, Ruby runs around saving the world by thrashing on subpar villains who couldn’t mastermind their way out of a wet paper bag… And this lackluster bull shit is the very best that you guys can come up with? Cut and paste promos, playing footage for God knows when to fill airtime… I mean, wow… If I were in power, I’d send the two of you lowlifes to the unemployment life for negligence… Doing shit like that shows two things… You know your beat and laziness… And people say that I’m long-winded… At least I have something entertaining to say when I speak…”



There was the white jagged end of a broken bone cutting through Barker’s skin as the blood flowed freely in thick scarlet rivers amongst the hairs of his leg, matting them together… Adam let out a strangled scream as the hemoglobin began to pool in the back of his throat…



” Chris… Please stop this madness… I’m begging you… I thought we were friends… Chris please…”



The Beast stops dropping Barker’s arm to the floor as The Omega puts his boot in the middle of his back…



” I’ll stop… When your fucking dead….”



Omega grabs Barker lifting him onto his shoulder.



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This shit is taking way too long…”



Beast nods as the two continue towards the gas chamber and the Omega continues ripping into Centurions ass…



” I’m not out there coming up with hypothetical scenarios, about who eats their sandwich and how… Who gives a shit what people do in their spare time…? But see, that right there is in Centurions wheelhouse… Then he wonders why people call him fucking boring… And I bet he still wonders why he lost to FUZZ… Hey, Cent why not just do a crossword on camera? The bull shit you put out is about as entertaining as watching goddamn paint dry or flies fuck… Take your pick on that one… Every time one of Centurions promos come on there are times I wish God would either kill him or me… Either or, doesn’t matter to me as long as it all stops… Hell, a sudden spurt of dementia would be welcomed if in earshot of Cent’s voice… When you two walked out on Savage and knocked on our door we answered it, and now that you are staring the reapers of death in the face... You are looking for a way out of the mess you created… Centurion for years you’ve carried a coffin on your back, Cataclysm is that final nail, and don’t worry we’ll be bringing the hammer as well… ”


” Both of you have a LONG way to go if you think these titles are coming off our shoulders. One day our title reign might come to an end, one day there might come a team that cracks the code that is Cataclysm… But that day just isn’t coming at Relentless. We’re put in our environment and we thrive in these kinds of situations, the only thing we don’t like about this match is the built-in “out” you both have… See the powers that be gave Centurion and Ruby a scapegoat so they could keep on selling tickets and stay face… Management knew from jump street, that in that squared circle we’d cripple the two of you with real tag team wrestling… Pinning your good for nothing asses to the canvas… Unlike our previous battles, we won’t be able to pin you… We just have to escape the Island….”


” Let’s think about that for just a second, shall we. We get to dictate how much pain and suffering you both endure; we dictate how much blood you will shed, and we dictate when this thing ends… Which means we have each of your lives in the palms of our hands. Just how we like it…”



” This now becomes the time where you both huddle up in that corner and try to figure out a game plan that’s going to fucking work… Because contradicting yourselves as you’ve already done isn’t a key for success. Being a team means you’re cohesive, it means you can think alike, and you can work together… While anyone with half a brain can do some, not many can do it all. Your deluded notions that you both can somehow knock us off is comical at best.”


” Effectively we’ve always taken advantage of every opening that is given, that’s what we do… Inside the ring or out… We’ve always had itchy trigger fingers… If you are simpleminded enough to turn your back on Cataclysm… Well… We’ll pull the trigger every time, shooting you right in the back… We’ve never been afraid of putting anyone in our path six feet deep… That’s what you are supposed to do if you want to ever gain any traction in this business, you do what you must… There is only one way to climb the ladder and grab that brass ring, cutthroats and never look in the rearview merroir. This entire Goddamned thing revolves around one thing… Winning and losing… There are no participation trophies handed out for almost getting the job done… Or pushing anyone to their limit… There is also no asterisk in the winning and losing column for almost… We have the straps and that’s the only thing that matters to us… And as long as Cataclysm holds the Tag Team Titles we are doing our jobs… Conquering…



Omega tosses Barker to the floor…



” Unlike, Centurion who has been riding the pine since losing to Fuzz or Ruby who pilfered away her coveted Championship… This entire thing isn’t going to be an exception from any other we’ve had… Heads are going to roll… Buckets of blood will be spilt all over the Rock… And Cataclysm walks out with our hands raised above our heads and our gold around our waists, just like every other match we’ve had as a unit in 2020… Both Ruby and Centurion have this grand vision that looks great on paper the execution though that has been poorly delivered. You two can take that vision and wipe your asses with it as far as I am concerned… You’ve got no shot… We are going to deliver like we always do, double-booked in my case and triple booked in the other and the final battle of Night Two of Relentless… We’re going to leave Alcatraz with our reputation still intact and the Tag Titles in hand because neither of you is capable of taking them away from us.”


” But don’t feel bad about that fact… Nobody can defeat us. We’re going to hold on to these titles for as long as we choose too, and the only way new Champions will ever be crowned is when we give them up. We’re the burliest force anyone has ever come across or will ever see in this generation. Stupendousness tends to gravitate towards greatness while the rest all fall to the wayside. You’ll both get to know that feeling incredibly well as you’re left on The Rock to lick your wounds and cry on each other’s shoulders for being the flashes in the pan that we’ve professed you both to be. We don’t get bested by schmucks, understand?”


” A part of why we don’t lose rests with us not being invested in anyone that crosses our paths. You’re all the same in our eyes while you knock on our door looking for a fight, you’re not capable of handling the smoke that bellows out of our kitchen… Let alone the fire that it brings with it. We don’t have to tell ourselves regularly how good we are because we already know it… Those straps prove that point… All fucking four of them… Leering in the dressing room mirror hyping, that’s for people like you, Cent; and you, Ruby. See you think that you two can beat us… We know we can defeat you… Ripping your heads off isn’t what drives us… Kicking your teeth so far down your throats that you can chew your asses out, isn’t either… What drives us is resentment that we share for the people that call the shots.”


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” Theo? Vinnie? Still nothing?”


” Surely you didn’t expect them to break their silence, they never will either, because why would they step to people who are wrecking everyone’s shit?”


” Just hoping their balls had dropped by now, guess not. But I digress…”


” Even they know what it means to their careers if they answered, stepping into the ring one more time, they know what so many others have already come to find out when dealing with the two of us… It’s an L….”



The Beast opens the gas chamber door stepping inside as The Omega gawks at the controls while keeping a close eye on Adam Barker who still is trying to escape… He shakes his head then decides to take off his mask running his fingers through his beard… The Beast then speaks from inside the chamber as his voice echoes off its deadly walls…


(echoing) ” Ruby, Cent… This isn’t going to be any different regardless of how you attempt to spin things. I can see it now Centurion becomes a Superhero at the behest of Ruby. I mean, she is the crutch propping him up now. You might think that this match favors you… Nothing about this favors you. Robert and Chris are boundless technical wrestlers for sure, hell, Chris is going to show you that on Night One, and while they’re tremendously surgical in the ring… The Beast and The Omega are two of the most unparalleled streetfighters around. We’ve already explored Alcatraz… Every little nooks and cranny, we’ve found all the instruments of destruction and we’re laying the plan on how we want this fight to go. Our way… It is the only way…”


” While you two are busy playing checkers we’re playing three-dimensional chess and from the looks of our board we’ve just about got you in checkmate. Might I suggest that the two of you regroup and pull yourselves together… Maybe collaborating might suit you better… It’s worth a shot… It’s what we do for every match and look where it has gotten us… Centurion, you can poke fun at us for being together all the time… But that’s what successful teams do, they ride together, fly together, eat together and breath this business together… Maybe if your ego wasn’t as immense as it is, you’d understand that… Unlike the two of you, we’ve been doing this for a long time now… We were not just thrown together for shits and giggles… We’re a fucking wrecking crew for a reason… Looking into the eyes of Cataclysm is like death row... Only you don’t have to wait for years to get what’s coming to you… We’re the epitome of a machine when it comes to working as a unit, we address our common goals together... Thus being unvanquished…”


(echoing) ” Unfortunately for the two of you… You’ve become our common goal of elimination. We’re going to take the both of you to the school of hard knocks while we rape you of your pride and what little dignity you both have left.



Hey come here for a second…”



Omega leers over his shoulder noticing Barker isn’t moving, his eyes squint in wonder as he watches for a moment… He then steps away from the controls, entering the gas chamber with The Beast.


(echoing) ” What do you need?”



The Beast drops his head staring at the floor of the chamber.



(echoing) ” Do you think this thing even works? If it doesn’t we might have to do things the old fashion way…”



Omega surveilled the gas chamber before speaking



(echoing) ” Only one way to find out… But before we do let's finish off Centurion and Ruby…”



The Beast peers out the door of the chamber seeing Barker isn’t moving… Then gives a slight nod to The Omega…



(echoing) ” This isn’t just a match, ya know Cent talked about how technically sound Chris and Robert are while saying no rules didn’t favor us… Doesn’t this feeble-minded jackass realize his partner is undersized and relies upon high flying to get things done?


The Beast places his right hand over his mouth and chin before lowering his head and shaking it from side to side.


(echoing) ” The sheer ignorance is one the contributing factors to your consistent failures. It’s the path you’ve elected to take yet again and have taken throughout your entire career, as both of you prepare to deal with the absolute shit show that is Cataclysm just know that we’re here waiting with open arms and bated breath for you to show up and do something about it.”


(echoing) ” Tick Tock mother fuckers, the sands in your hourglass is just about up and when you wake up on Sunday morning, you’re going to wake up exactly as you went to sleep… Still in Alcatraz and without the Tag Titles.”


(echoing) ” The gold is what brought you both to the dance, it’s what fuels your desires to walk into oblivion and face the unknown… What we have in our favor is that the two of you haven’t realized, it doesn’t matter what the powers that be decided to put us in… We’re going to meet that challenge head-on and we’re going to make whoever is in our way pay dearly.”


(echoing) ” Saturday Night we fight until there’s only one team left standing until one team can incapacitate their counterparts long enough to reach the dock on the island and leave. I like our chances of success not because we’re superior, I mean we are that too, mainly because we’re just a couple of badasses that will wreck your shit because we can and neither of you is capable of stopping us.”


(echoing) ” Our desire now is teaching you humility and respect for just how sick and twisted this is going to get for the both of you. Anything that’s not nailed down is at our disposal against a little girl and overrated beaten down old never was in Centurion. When this thing is said and done, and we end your suffering… From here on out you’ll look at yourselves in the mirror and be met with the harsh reality… The mid-card with Tony Santos is where you belong for this spotlight is reserved for Cataclysm.”


(echoing) ” There’s nowhere else for either of you to go… But down.”



Without warning the chamber door is slammed shut locking The Beat and The Omega inside…



Clank….



(echoing) ” That little son of a bitch caught us monologuing…”



(echoing) ” All great villains get caught doing this… Damn it…”



The Beast lets out a thunderous roar slamming his fists into the chamber door…



(echoing) ” BARKER LET US OUT NOW, AND YOUR DEATH WILL BE PAINLESS…”



Barker falls onto he controls frantically trying to start the gas chamber.



(echoing) ” The fucker is beaten half to death… He can’t start the damn thing…”



A lever from the outside can be heard…



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(echoing) ” You were saying…”



God, please… Work…



CLANK….



” Oh, look gas is coming up through the floor…”



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Cataclysm each held their breath… Not breathing is like having a gun to each of their heads and being told not to let their black hearts beat… Of course, each of their sinister hearts would… As the cyanide filled the chamber their lungs had to go with the heart… There was no other choice… The Omega took his first breath instantly grabbing his throat, gasping for any air that he could find as his head spun… His hands fall to his side as the energy to survive escaped him… The Beast followed suit as his lunges started to ache and he eye bulged… They both fall to their knees… Their chests begin feeling hallow, as both monstrosities grinned from ear to ear slowly losing consciousness… They looked to one another through the gas, their eyes burned with emptiness and anger as the edges of their vision began to go dark…The pain that once burned like fire abruptly fades away to an icy numbness as their minds grew hazy… At that moment there was a calming coolness that rushed over each man who knew they were dead…



Then The Monstrosities voice came calling to The Omega…



” Ready for me to take control? Or would you rather die in here, trapped like a rat?”



The voice cackles as Omega nods…



”Good… Now the real fun begins… Reach out and grab you partner…”



The Omega reaches out… As each of their minds become corrupted…



” There's no… No, sound… I killed them… Oh, God what have I done…”









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Barker hobbles over opening the door to the gas chamber as a look of horror falls upon his face…



” What have I done…”



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Illuminatus HQ || The Residence || Old Saybrook, Connecticut


The clock on my bedside end table buzzes loudly at precisely four in the morning, not a second later. I’m a busy guy with a busy schedule. Getting up this early allows me to get a workout in and a shower before starting my work day at seven. Today though, I hit snooze. Many, many times. Last night at the after party, things took an interesting turn in this little triangle between myself, Elizabeth and Garrett (I affectionately just call him G). I requested that I be allowed to love both of them and Liz basically laughed in my face. I should have expected a response like that or near equivalent though, right? How many relationships are a trio?

Very few.

We should normalize that.

Anyway, my feet don’t hit the floor until about half passed six. Far too late to get a workout in. My head pounds and I really can’t stop thinking of G. It’s awful right? I have this beautiful woman who adores me, but I’m not sure she’s enough. I have too much love in my body to give it to one person and only one person. It sounds shitty even in thought, I know. I want to have my cake and eat it too, as they say. I want both Liz, and Garrett. I don’t want either of them to hurt because I can’t be with them. I don’t want me to hurt because I can’t be with both. If I’m being honest, I knew it the moment Garrett showed up at the house here awhile back. It was the first time I’d seen him in something like ten months and there he was in all his short scrawny glory, cute as hell and pink frosted tips. Fuckin’ irresistible.

After my shower, I make my way back to our bedroom. Liz is awake and staring at the ceiling.

”Hey,” I say to her sheepishly as I’m drying my hair with a towel. I’m not embarrassed about last night, but I’m feeling guilty for putting both of them in a position where one of them has to lose. In reality, no matter how this shakes out, I’m the fuckin’ loser.

”Hey baby,” she says with a forced smile.

”About last night, I...” I begin before she cuts me off.

”You really want to love us both?”

I drop the towel to the floor and sit on the bed next to her.

”It’s not that I want to Liz, I just can’t help it,” I say to her honestly before lying next to her. ”I know its fucking stupid, but I want you both. I see you, I want you. I see him, I want him.

“I was serious when I said that I had enough love for both of you.”

”I know that.”

”Do you love me?” I ask as I turn my head toward her, giving her my most ridiculous boyish charm look that I could muster. I mean, look at this face. Clearly I can muster some boyish looks, no?

”I hate you,” she says with a laugh before turning her head the other way. ”Of course I love you.”

”Do you trust me?” I ask with full sincerity.

”Of course I do,” she answers with an exasperated sigh.

”Do you trust me that I can love you both without getting you twisted up in knots?”

Silence.

I sit up on my knees on the bed.

”You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

”This is getting dangerously close,” she answers as she buries her head in her pillow.

”That’s because you’re thinking about it wrong.”

She turns her head to look at me and lifts her head from the pillow. ”Excuse me?”

”It’s not your fault, its natural. But its wrong,” I begin to explain. ”Anyone in a situation like this is preconditioned to think instead of rather than also.” She sits up on the bed, half wanting to kill me, half wanting something much more fun. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

”I know its crazy, its fucked up and its so wrong of me to have even brought it up...”

”It needed to be done,” she interrupts. ”I couldn’t keep walking on eggshells.”

”I’m sorry baby,” I say as I lay my head in her lap and wrap my arms around her waist.

”I know,” she sighs. ”Do you even know anyone willing to let their boyfriend fuck other people?”

”Not people,” I say, jerking my head from her lap. ”Person, just one.”

She wacks me with her pillow, causing me to fall off the bed.

”I’m gonna shower,” she says as she steps over me. What a sight though. ”Then I’m going into town for awhile,” she says as she closes the door.

”Okay, I’ll call...” I begin to say, still lying on the floor, one leg up on the bed as she interrupts me.

”Don’t call me!” she shouts from the other side of the door.

”I’ll text you then!”

”Don’t do that either, Thad! I need time to think!”


After my shower, I try my best to avoid Thaddeus. One of the good things about his job, is that I know his schedule. I know who he’s meeting with, what room he’ll be in and the exact time and precisely how long that meeting is expected to take.

He’s great, he’s wonderful, kind hearted, full of love, but also a big fucking dope. We were great! How could he seriously fuck this up!? Don’t get me wrong, I get it. But fuck! What do I really need to do to get a win in life? Going from Alister Henry to Thad is like night and day, apples and oranges. Insert metaphor here. I know what he wants, why he wants it and all, but I can not believe he actually had the balls to ask! Siiigh. At least he’s not doing it behind my back.

”Babe!” he calls out from behind me just as I reach the front door. I was so close! I want so badly to be mad at him. But then I look at his face and I melt. Those puppy dog eyes with his strangely hot oddball left eyebrow just fucking kills me and god damn him for being so fucking cute!

I turn around with a sigh and he just about tackles me. His strength is the only thing that keeps us both from crashing into the marble floor. He kisses me on the cheek.

”I’mma still text you though,” he says with his stupid awesome boyish smile. God I hate him. And I love him. Without saying a word, I take my cell and lay it on the table near the door.

”Ohhhh It’s like that eh?” he says acting like I hurt his heart. Poorly acting, in fact ”Guess I’ll just wait here then,” he says and sits cross legged on the floor.

”You’re pathetic,” I say, unable to hold off smiling.

”Gurrrrrl, I idle at pathetic,” he says, faking the stereotypical feminine gay voice.

Finally I’ve seen enough and tackle him to the floor, giving him the best open mouth kiss that I’m sure he’s ever had in his short life.

”Get a room! There’s like a hundred!” Frankie yells out as he walks by heading toward the stairs with his trusty iPad in hand, Mufasa close behind him as per usual. His remark causes Thad and I to both burst out in laughter.

”Stop making me laugh, stop being cute, stop being you!” I say as I climb off him, when really I just want to jump him right here, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction.

”You’re not the boss of me, Liz!” Thad shouts in fake anger. ”I’m not doing any of those things, I don’t care what you say,” he says with his juvenile sense of humor. Which incidentally, I love that too.

“I’m leaving, I’ll be back by nooner, NOON!” Fuck. He’s gonna make a joke.

”Nooner! It’s a date!” Okay, that wasn’t so bad.

I can’t say anything else to him. He’ll do something silly and I’m still trying like hell to be mad at him. Does that sound stupid? Trying to be mad at him? That has me thinking though, I should be pissed, furious, hurt, pick the adjective ya know? But I’m not, really. I’m just...confused I guess. I don’t know what to think, what to feel, how to feel, really.



The camera fades in to Mastermind sitting in his Thinking Chair… okay so really it’s just Frankie dressed up like Mastermind with a goatee drawn on with eyeliner and the Thinking Chair is just a small childs high chair.

”Thaddeus Duke! I don’t remember shit but I know I’m mad! You better ummmm… get ready for me to kick your ass and stuff because I’mma big tough guy and...” Frankie pauses and looks to his right. ”Do I really have to be Mastermind?”

The camera zooms out revealing Thaddeus Duke sitting nearby.

”Yes.”

”This was cool when I thought I was dressing up like your dad. Why do they look alike?”

”I don’t know, strange coincidence.”

”He’s not good like your dad though.”

”No, he’s not.”

”Why am I in a high chair though?”

”Because he’s little and so are you. Anyway that’s not a high chair, it’s a Thinking Chair god dammit!”

”THAD!” Liz yells from somewhere else entirely.

”WHAT!?” Thad responds more angrily than he intended.

”YOU BETTER NOT HAVE FRANKIE CUTTING ANOTHER PROMO!”

Thad sighs.

”Ha! You’re in trouble,” Frankie says while he starts to laugh.

”Shut up, you.”

”You’re always in trouble.”

”I know and you better remember this because someday you’re gonna be in trouble all the time too with your girlfriends.”

”I’m not as dumb as you...”

Thad sighs.

”Why are you like this?”

Frankie laughs.

”I learned it from you.”

”I’mma bad influence on you.”

”You really are.”

”You gonna talk some shit on Mastermind or not?”

”I don’t know Thad, he seems… beneath my talent level.”

Thaddeus busts out laughing.

”I’d feel like I was a bully, we don’t like bullies.”

”Are you saying I’m a bully?”

”No. The bitch had it coming, even if he wants everyone to think he’s a victim.”

”Well, you know what they say...”

”Bitches get stitches?”

”No, and its snitches get stitches.”

”Nut up or shut the fuck up?”

”Are you botching these just so you can swear?”

”Pretty much,” Frankie laughs.

”What am I gonna do with you, kid?”

”Love me and play video games.”

”I called Ebay, they won’t let me sell a child. Apparently there’s trafficking laws or something.”

”Who would you get as a sidekick then?”

”Someone dumber.”

”Like Mastermind?”

Thad laughs. ”Not that dumb.”

”Thad?” Liz says as she enters the room. She rolls her eyes as she looks at him and Frankie. ”Dude, he looks like a midget in your dads old gear.”

”Hey! I’ll still have time to grow, Mastermind doesn’t!”

”Whatever Frankie, its time for your bath.”

”But Mom! Five more minutes!”

”Thaddeus Leander!”

”Oh shit.”

”FRANCIS! ROBERT!”

No, Frankie, that’s bad!” Thad says sarcastically as he tries and fails to contain his laughter.

”Bath time now or you’re not going to Relentless.”

Frankie’s eyes widen as he bolts out of the high chair.

”I’m gone!”

Once Frankie makes his exit, Liz gives “the look” to Thad.

”What?” he asks as a look of growing concern crosses his face. ”Okay, no more promos.”

”Thank you,” she says with an exasperated sigh and exits the room.

We’ll see about that.

Know what else we’ll see about? The testicular fortitude of Mastermind. He wants to assert all these adjectives and what I think is him attributing them to himself in regards to our matchup at Relentless but let me let you in on something, Mastermind. Let me let you in on a dirty little secret. You better be all of those adjectives and more come Saturday night because I am going to unleash hell. I am going to unleash a new brand of violence and intensity that even the Xtreme Wrestling Federation hasn’t witnessed. I’m going to make you hurt, Mastermind. What’s more is, I’m going to make myself hurt just to make you hurt and Squirt, I hope you’re ready to play. I hope you’re ready to step to the plate and this isn’t some facade that I’ll knock down inside of five minutes.

I want you to fight me.

I want you to take all of the aggression packed inside of your puny little body and I want you to unleash it on me. I want you to unleash it on me, Mastermind, because I need to know that you’re even worthy of fighting. I need to know that when I busted your skull and put you in a fucking coma it wasn’t all for nothing. I need to know that when I meticulously took you apart on Warfare, that it wasn’t just me picking on some undersized runt.

You can continue to play the victim. You can play the victim, Mastermind, and some of these people might even buy it but here’s reality. As clear as fucking day, the reality of the situation is you brought this on yourself. You can pretend you interfering in my match and robbing me of a clean victory over Thunder Knuckles isn’t what this is about but you’ll only be proving to the world what I and everyone else on this roster already knows and that’s quite clearly that you are one of the biggest fucking idiots walking this planet.

I know it because you had the audacity to interfere in my match. I know it because you had the stupidity to think it wouldn’t piss me off. I know it, Mastermind, because you honestly thought that there wouldn’t be some kind of... payback. There’s that word you used. Payback is a bitch, Mastermind, you’re right about that. It’s a shame you don’t remember it because it… was fucking glorious. I took my time on you. I took pleasure in hurting you. I took a lame ass steel chair and made it mean something. What I did to you was no masterpiece, but it was a spectacle to behold and I have no regrets. I have no remorse for what I did to you and I do not feel guilty.

Not for a second.

Now it seems that you’ve heeded my warning about you not wanting this to continue past Relentless and that’s the smartest decision you have ever made. Even in doing that, you made a mistake by threatening Paul Heyman. See, I’m loyal to a fault, Mastermind. He’s become part of my inner circle and when you’re in, you’re all the way in and I will protect that circle with everything I have at my disposal. You want to blame Paul Heyman for what I did to you?

What is it with you and passing the buck?

Your fat ugly cunt of a wife mentioned me not owning my losses and always putting the blame on something or someone else and not only is that not true, it never has been true. Yet here you are, passing the buck and blaming Paul Heyman for your own mistakes. It wasn’t Paul Heyman’s idea to do what I did. It wasn’t Paul Heyman’s idea to scramble your fucking brains like I’m making a fuckin’ omelet. It wasn’t Paul Heyman’s idea to stop just short of snapping your ankle, Mastermind.

The buck stops here.

It always has.

It was me. It was my idea. It was me swinging that chair and it was me fucking up your night.

Paul Heyman’s job is to keep me focused. Paul Heyman’s job is to fire me up. Paul Heyman’s job is to bring out the best possible version of myself and I might have to give him a raise because god damn is he good at what he does. Go ahead and threaten Paul Heyman you little cunt, see what happens.

For the record, House of Horrors precedes my time in the XWF. There have been a few before, but I guarantee this one will be memorable if for no other reason, but the violence, the blood and gore and the intensity that this one will attempt to contain.

You clearly had a thesaurus handy because most of those words I’m sure you don’t know the meaning to. I mean, you can refer to yourself as Relentless but your version of Relentless and mine are two different things. When all is said and done, Squirt, and you’re fading in and out of consciousness staring up at the dim lighting of Alcatraz and my music is playing, my hand is raised, my name is announced as the winner… you will know the debt you owed has been paid with your own blood, your own pain, your own failure. I might even let you continue on with your unremarkable career… provided you earn my respect. After all, I’m a generous man.

Your kids deserve better.

Your wife deser… scratch that, she’s as fucking stupid and worthless as you are, you deserve each other.

You earned everything I did to you and everything I'm going to do to you. You deserve to have your wife screaming and crying for me to stop. You deserve the violence and the intensity I'm going to give you this weekend.

I'm going to spill your blood, I'm going to make you hurt and I'm going to beat you and not only because I'm better than you, Mastermind.

...But because I can.]]>
Illuminatus HQ || The Residence || Old Saybrook, Connecticut


The clock on my bedside end table buzzes loudly at precisely four in the morning, not a second later. I’m a busy guy with a busy schedule. Getting up this early allows me to get a workout in and a shower before starting my work day at seven. Today though, I hit snooze. Many, many times. Last night at the after party, things took an interesting turn in this little triangle between myself, Elizabeth and Garrett (I affectionately just call him G). I requested that I be allowed to love both of them and Liz basically laughed in my face. I should have expected a response like that or near equivalent though, right? How many relationships are a trio?

Very few.

We should normalize that.

Anyway, my feet don’t hit the floor until about half passed six. Far too late to get a workout in. My head pounds and I really can’t stop thinking of G. It’s awful right? I have this beautiful woman who adores me, but I’m not sure she’s enough. I have too much love in my body to give it to one person and only one person. It sounds shitty even in thought, I know. I want to have my cake and eat it too, as they say. I want both Liz, and Garrett. I don’t want either of them to hurt because I can’t be with them. I don’t want me to hurt because I can’t be with both. If I’m being honest, I knew it the moment Garrett showed up at the house here awhile back. It was the first time I’d seen him in something like ten months and there he was in all his short scrawny glory, cute as hell and pink frosted tips. Fuckin’ irresistible.

After my shower, I make my way back to our bedroom. Liz is awake and staring at the ceiling.

”Hey,” I say to her sheepishly as I’m drying my hair with a towel. I’m not embarrassed about last night, but I’m feeling guilty for putting both of them in a position where one of them has to lose. In reality, no matter how this shakes out, I’m the fuckin’ loser.

”Hey baby,” she says with a forced smile.

”About last night, I...” I begin before she cuts me off.

”You really want to love us both?”

I drop the towel to the floor and sit on the bed next to her.

”It’s not that I want to Liz, I just can’t help it,” I say to her honestly before lying next to her. ”I know its fucking stupid, but I want you both. I see you, I want you. I see him, I want him.

“I was serious when I said that I had enough love for both of you.”

”I know that.”

”Do you love me?” I ask as I turn my head toward her, giving her my most ridiculous boyish charm look that I could muster. I mean, look at this face. Clearly I can muster some boyish looks, no?

”I hate you,” she says with a laugh before turning her head the other way. ”Of course I love you.”

”Do you trust me?” I ask with full sincerity.

”Of course I do,” she answers with an exasperated sigh.

”Do you trust me that I can love you both without getting you twisted up in knots?”

Silence.

I sit up on my knees on the bed.

”You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

”This is getting dangerously close,” she answers as she buries her head in her pillow.

”That’s because you’re thinking about it wrong.”

She turns her head to look at me and lifts her head from the pillow. ”Excuse me?”

”It’s not your fault, its natural. But its wrong,” I begin to explain. ”Anyone in a situation like this is preconditioned to think instead of rather than also.” She sits up on the bed, half wanting to kill me, half wanting something much more fun. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

”I know its crazy, its fucked up and its so wrong of me to have even brought it up...”

”It needed to be done,” she interrupts. ”I couldn’t keep walking on eggshells.”

”I’m sorry baby,” I say as I lay my head in her lap and wrap my arms around her waist.

”I know,” she sighs. ”Do you even know anyone willing to let their boyfriend fuck other people?”

”Not people,” I say, jerking my head from her lap. ”Person, just one.”

She wacks me with her pillow, causing me to fall off the bed.

”I’m gonna shower,” she says as she steps over me. What a sight though. ”Then I’m going into town for awhile,” she says as she closes the door.

”Okay, I’ll call...” I begin to say, still lying on the floor, one leg up on the bed as she interrupts me.

”Don’t call me!” she shouts from the other side of the door.

”I’ll text you then!”

”Don’t do that either, Thad! I need time to think!”


After my shower, I try my best to avoid Thaddeus. One of the good things about his job, is that I know his schedule. I know who he’s meeting with, what room he’ll be in and the exact time and precisely how long that meeting is expected to take.

He’s great, he’s wonderful, kind hearted, full of love, but also a big fucking dope. We were great! How could he seriously fuck this up!? Don’t get me wrong, I get it. But fuck! What do I really need to do to get a win in life? Going from Alister Henry to Thad is like night and day, apples and oranges. Insert metaphor here. I know what he wants, why he wants it and all, but I can not believe he actually had the balls to ask! Siiigh. At least he’s not doing it behind my back.

”Babe!” he calls out from behind me just as I reach the front door. I was so close! I want so badly to be mad at him. But then I look at his face and I melt. Those puppy dog eyes with his strangely hot oddball left eyebrow just fucking kills me and god damn him for being so fucking cute!

I turn around with a sigh and he just about tackles me. His strength is the only thing that keeps us both from crashing into the marble floor. He kisses me on the cheek.

”I’mma still text you though,” he says with his stupid awesome boyish smile. God I hate him. And I love him. Without saying a word, I take my cell and lay it on the table near the door.

”Ohhhh It’s like that eh?” he says acting like I hurt his heart. Poorly acting, in fact ”Guess I’ll just wait here then,” he says and sits cross legged on the floor.

”You’re pathetic,” I say, unable to hold off smiling.

”Gurrrrrl, I idle at pathetic,” he says, faking the stereotypical feminine gay voice.

Finally I’ve seen enough and tackle him to the floor, giving him the best open mouth kiss that I’m sure he’s ever had in his short life.

”Get a room! There’s like a hundred!” Frankie yells out as he walks by heading toward the stairs with his trusty iPad in hand, Mufasa close behind him as per usual. His remark causes Thad and I to both burst out in laughter.

”Stop making me laugh, stop being cute, stop being you!” I say as I climb off him, when really I just want to jump him right here, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction.

”You’re not the boss of me, Liz!” Thad shouts in fake anger. ”I’m not doing any of those things, I don’t care what you say,” he says with his juvenile sense of humor. Which incidentally, I love that too.

“I’m leaving, I’ll be back by nooner, NOON!” Fuck. He’s gonna make a joke.

”Nooner! It’s a date!” Okay, that wasn’t so bad.

I can’t say anything else to him. He’ll do something silly and I’m still trying like hell to be mad at him. Does that sound stupid? Trying to be mad at him? That has me thinking though, I should be pissed, furious, hurt, pick the adjective ya know? But I’m not, really. I’m just...confused I guess. I don’t know what to think, what to feel, how to feel, really.



The camera fades in to Mastermind sitting in his Thinking Chair… okay so really it’s just Frankie dressed up like Mastermind with a goatee drawn on with eyeliner and the Thinking Chair is just a small childs high chair.

”Thaddeus Duke! I don’t remember shit but I know I’m mad! You better ummmm… get ready for me to kick your ass and stuff because I’mma big tough guy and...” Frankie pauses and looks to his right. ”Do I really have to be Mastermind?”

The camera zooms out revealing Thaddeus Duke sitting nearby.

”Yes.”

”This was cool when I thought I was dressing up like your dad. Why do they look alike?”

”I don’t know, strange coincidence.”

”He’s not good like your dad though.”

”No, he’s not.”

”Why am I in a high chair though?”

”Because he’s little and so are you. Anyway that’s not a high chair, it’s a Thinking Chair god dammit!”

”THAD!” Liz yells from somewhere else entirely.

”WHAT!?” Thad responds more angrily than he intended.

”YOU BETTER NOT HAVE FRANKIE CUTTING ANOTHER PROMO!”

Thad sighs.

”Ha! You’re in trouble,” Frankie says while he starts to laugh.

”Shut up, you.”

”You’re always in trouble.”

”I know and you better remember this because someday you’re gonna be in trouble all the time too with your girlfriends.”

”I’m not as dumb as you...”

Thad sighs.

”Why are you like this?”

Frankie laughs.

”I learned it from you.”

”I’mma bad influence on you.”

”You really are.”

”You gonna talk some shit on Mastermind or not?”

”I don’t know Thad, he seems… beneath my talent level.”

Thaddeus busts out laughing.

”I’d feel like I was a bully, we don’t like bullies.”

”Are you saying I’m a bully?”

”No. The bitch had it coming, even if he wants everyone to think he’s a victim.”

”Well, you know what they say...”

”Bitches get stitches?”

”No, and its snitches get stitches.”

”Nut up or shut the fuck up?”

”Are you botching these just so you can swear?”

”Pretty much,” Frankie laughs.

”What am I gonna do with you, kid?”

”Love me and play video games.”

”I called Ebay, they won’t let me sell a child. Apparently there’s trafficking laws or something.”

”Who would you get as a sidekick then?”

”Someone dumber.”

”Like Mastermind?”

Thad laughs. ”Not that dumb.”

”Thad?” Liz says as she enters the room. She rolls her eyes as she looks at him and Frankie. ”Dude, he looks like a midget in your dads old gear.”

”Hey! I’ll still have time to grow, Mastermind doesn’t!”

”Whatever Frankie, its time for your bath.”

”But Mom! Five more minutes!”

”Thaddeus Leander!”

”Oh shit.”

”FRANCIS! ROBERT!”

No, Frankie, that’s bad!” Thad says sarcastically as he tries and fails to contain his laughter.

”Bath time now or you’re not going to Relentless.”

Frankie’s eyes widen as he bolts out of the high chair.

”I’m gone!”

Once Frankie makes his exit, Liz gives “the look” to Thad.

”What?” he asks as a look of growing concern crosses his face. ”Okay, no more promos.”

”Thank you,” she says with an exasperated sigh and exits the room.

We’ll see about that.

Know what else we’ll see about? The testicular fortitude of Mastermind. He wants to assert all these adjectives and what I think is him attributing them to himself in regards to our matchup at Relentless but let me let you in on something, Mastermind. Let me let you in on a dirty little secret. You better be all of those adjectives and more come Saturday night because I am going to unleash hell. I am going to unleash a new brand of violence and intensity that even the Xtreme Wrestling Federation hasn’t witnessed. I’m going to make you hurt, Mastermind. What’s more is, I’m going to make myself hurt just to make you hurt and Squirt, I hope you’re ready to play. I hope you’re ready to step to the plate and this isn’t some facade that I’ll knock down inside of five minutes.

I want you to fight me.

I want you to take all of the aggression packed inside of your puny little body and I want you to unleash it on me. I want you to unleash it on me, Mastermind, because I need to know that you’re even worthy of fighting. I need to know that when I busted your skull and put you in a fucking coma it wasn’t all for nothing. I need to know that when I meticulously took you apart on Warfare, that it wasn’t just me picking on some undersized runt.

You can continue to play the victim. You can play the victim, Mastermind, and some of these people might even buy it but here’s reality. As clear as fucking day, the reality of the situation is you brought this on yourself. You can pretend you interfering in my match and robbing me of a clean victory over Thunder Knuckles isn’t what this is about but you’ll only be proving to the world what I and everyone else on this roster already knows and that’s quite clearly that you are one of the biggest fucking idiots walking this planet.

I know it because you had the audacity to interfere in my match. I know it because you had the stupidity to think it wouldn’t piss me off. I know it, Mastermind, because you honestly thought that there wouldn’t be some kind of... payback. There’s that word you used. Payback is a bitch, Mastermind, you’re right about that. It’s a shame you don’t remember it because it… was fucking glorious. I took my time on you. I took pleasure in hurting you. I took a lame ass steel chair and made it mean something. What I did to you was no masterpiece, but it was a spectacle to behold and I have no regrets. I have no remorse for what I did to you and I do not feel guilty.

Not for a second.

Now it seems that you’ve heeded my warning about you not wanting this to continue past Relentless and that’s the smartest decision you have ever made. Even in doing that, you made a mistake by threatening Paul Heyman. See, I’m loyal to a fault, Mastermind. He’s become part of my inner circle and when you’re in, you’re all the way in and I will protect that circle with everything I have at my disposal. You want to blame Paul Heyman for what I did to you?

What is it with you and passing the buck?

Your fat ugly cunt of a wife mentioned me not owning my losses and always putting the blame on something or someone else and not only is that not true, it never has been true. Yet here you are, passing the buck and blaming Paul Heyman for your own mistakes. It wasn’t Paul Heyman’s idea to do what I did. It wasn’t Paul Heyman’s idea to scramble your fucking brains like I’m making a fuckin’ omelet. It wasn’t Paul Heyman’s idea to stop just short of snapping your ankle, Mastermind.

The buck stops here.

It always has.

It was me. It was my idea. It was me swinging that chair and it was me fucking up your night.

Paul Heyman’s job is to keep me focused. Paul Heyman’s job is to fire me up. Paul Heyman’s job is to bring out the best possible version of myself and I might have to give him a raise because god damn is he good at what he does. Go ahead and threaten Paul Heyman you little cunt, see what happens.

For the record, House of Horrors precedes my time in the XWF. There have been a few before, but I guarantee this one will be memorable if for no other reason, but the violence, the blood and gore and the intensity that this one will attempt to contain.

You clearly had a thesaurus handy because most of those words I’m sure you don’t know the meaning to. I mean, you can refer to yourself as Relentless but your version of Relentless and mine are two different things. When all is said and done, Squirt, and you’re fading in and out of consciousness staring up at the dim lighting of Alcatraz and my music is playing, my hand is raised, my name is announced as the winner… you will know the debt you owed has been paid with your own blood, your own pain, your own failure. I might even let you continue on with your unremarkable career… provided you earn my respect. After all, I’m a generous man.

Your kids deserve better.

Your wife deser… scratch that, she’s as fucking stupid and worthless as you are, you deserve each other.

You earned everything I did to you and everything I'm going to do to you. You deserve to have your wife screaming and crying for me to stop. You deserve the violence and the intensity I'm going to give you this weekend.

I'm going to spill your blood, I'm going to make you hurt and I'm going to beat you and not only because I'm better than you, Mastermind.

...But because I can.]]> <![CDATA[Fix You]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38292 Thu, 24 Sep 2020 19:13:44 -0700 Centurion]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38292

(The boardwalk of Wildwood, New Jersey.

During the summer, it is a hotspot of tourists and beach goers looking to soak up the rays and buy their cheap trinkets. Granted, it is not the vacation spot it was in the 60’s and 70’s, but it still gets its fair share of vacationers, especially those from nearby New York and Philadelphia, who are looking for something a little “quieter” and with a “different pace”.

With the outbreak of COVID-19, however, the tourism has gone down significantly. Now that we’re getting into late September and the temperature begins to drop? It’s practically a ghost town.

And yet, this is where we see Centurion, sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean. A cool, consistent breeze flows throughout the area, and very little foot traffic is seen behind him. The area is mostly silent, with the exception of the ocean, and the nearby highway. As Centurion sits and ponders his thoughts, a voice breaks through the silence – a sultry, robotic voice that imbeds into the minds of all that hear it.)

“Watch the tramcar, please!”

(Yes, even when the tourists no longer arrive, the annoying as hell tramcar continues to operate, all while shouting its repetitive message into the air. Those who live on the Jersey shore or have spent some considerable time in the area will be hearing those four words in their head during the final moments of their lives.

Luckily for Centurion, as well as everyone within listening distance, another voice is heard not long after – the sound of a familiar Greek accent.)

Genevieve: Hey.

(The redheaded Greek comes from behind the bench and gently places her hand on Centurion’s shoulder. Centurion does not move – in fact, he doesn’t do much of anything. Genie, however, walks to the other side of the bench and sits down next to Centurion. She also looks out into the ocean, and closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath in.)

Genevieve: There are very few things more beautiful and more peaceful than the ocean during the fall. There’s a certain…smell to it, if that makes any sense.

Centurion: It’s part of the reason I love living in this area. It has nothing to do with the summertime. In fact, I like to be away for most of the summer. I want to be here during the spring and the fall. I consider those to be the perfect seasons.

(Centurion puts his head down and takes a deep breath of his own, as he begins a conversation he knew was coming, but that he always tried to avoid.)

Centurion: This is going to be really uncomfortable, isn’t it?

Genevieve: It doesn’t have to be. Not if you’re open and honest, and you’re able to communicate your true feelings.

Centurion: That’s the problem…I don’t know what my true feelings are. My brain, my heart…they’re all just a mess. I haven’t felt this clouded in a very long time. And the last thing I want to do is make a mistake that will heart so many people.

Genevieve: Well, let me start…you’re in love with another woman.

(Centurion takes a deep breath, but he does not raise or lower his head. He stares down at the wood of the boardwalk for a few seconds, until he raises his head. He does not look at Genevieve, however, and instead continues to stare out into the ocean.)

Centurion: I don’t want to be.

Genevieve: We can’t control what our heart wants.

Centurion: My heart’s an asshole. This…this isn’t fair. It’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to you. And it’s not fair to her. All this will do is cause pain – pain for everyone.

Genevieve: Don’t worry about me. I knew going in that this might not be a permanent thing. You told me not to get attached, and I didn’t. See, sometimes people DO listen to you.

Centurion: *slight laugh* Sometimes, I wonder if I was telling you, or if I was telling myself. This was perfect for me, Genie. Since Nikita, I swore to myself I’d never fall in love again. You come along, and we have a ton of fun together. We travel together, we hit the clubs…hell, you made me feel young again. It was exactly what I needed – exactly what I said I would pursue if I ever tried to move on from Nikita. But then…THIS happens…and now I’m all messed up.

Genevieve: You may not have seen this coming, but I did. You’re a passionate man. You fall in love. It’s what you do. You can try and tell yourself that you’re some cold, emotionless statue all you want, but it’s not based in reality. You hate, you love, you get depressed, you get happy – you’re guided by your emotions.

Centurion: Which is exactly what I tell younger wrestlers not to do.

Genevieve: You try to tell others not to follow the path you did, because you’re so incredibly hard on yourself. You’re harder on yourself than any of your critics ever were. You’re match with Warstein, for example. Who were you really trying to impress? The fans? Warstein himself? Or was it you? After you lost the Hart Title, everyone praised you for the tremendous title run you had, and yet you did nothing but second guess yourself every week since your defeat. And now, with your match against Cataclysm just around the corner, you’re trying DESPERATELY to not have any emotions…but the feelings you have, you can not suppress. You’re nervous. You feel doubt. And, most importantly, you feel a sense of duty and protection, which is putting more pressure on yourself. Your failure isn’t coming from lack of skill, nor is it coming from being too emotional. It’s from trying to be something you’re not.

Centurion: And what if I don’t know who I am?

Genevieve: Then let others help you. You’re so traumatized from your past that you refuse to lean on anyone for help. You’re trying to make up for lost time. And I understand that, truly, but you’ll never fully heal unless you learn to forgive yourself. Those you have hurt the most have found themselves back in your life. People care about you, Andy. That should be evidence enough that it’s ok to move on.

Centurion: Not everyone I hurt has forgiven me. There is one relationship I will never get the opportunity to repair…

Genevieve: Are you certain of that? I know you’re not into the “spirituality thing”, as you call it, but maybe it would be a good idea to take some time and listen. Those who have left us are constantly trying to communicate with us, one way or another. Many are unable to listen. I think, if you take the time to search your heart, you’ll find that Nikita has been attempting to reach out to you all this time.

(Genevieve stands up and walks around the back of the bench, but Centurion still does not move. Genevieve stands directly behind Centurion and kisses the top of his head.)

Genevieve: You’re a good man, Andy Cortinovis. And everyone whose lives you have touched agrees. The only person that matters who is still trying to tear you down is you. So, heal. Forgive yourself. Then go back out there and pursue love, because you deserve it…and she deserves you.

(And with that, Genevieve turns and walks away, leaving Centurion alone on the bench. He lays back and takes another deep breath, stretching his arms across the back of the bench, taking in everything Genevieve has said. Centurion’s time with Genevieve has been invaluable, and he knows he’ll never be able to truly show her how much Centurion has grown thanks to her. But right now, he needs to listen to her and take her advice.

Centurion pulls out his cellphone and unlocks it. He flips through his contacts, and clicks on one before immediately typing a message.)

Quote: Me:
Hey, if you’re free, I’d like you to stop by my place for a bit. I have something really important I want to show you.

(Centurion sets his phone down and begins tapping his fingers on the bench. He is more nervous now than he has been in a very long time. The step he is about to take is one that would make many others flee. Perhaps, for him, that would be the best case scenario. At least then there is an end. There is an answer. He can accept that. As it is, he has no idea what’s going to happen over the course of the next few days – a few days which may change his life forever.

Centurion’s phone buzz’s, and he picks it up to read the incoming text message.)

Quote:Rubes:
Sure, bud! I’ll stop by tomorrow. And I’m paying for lunch this time. I don’t care what you say! ?

------When you try your best but you don't succeed------

What do you think Chris Page and Robert Main are doing right now?

I don’t mean in the overall, general sense of the word. I mean, right at this moment, what are they talking about? What are they engaged in? Because they clearly spend all their time together, and it can’t just be all “murder and violence” ALL the time. There has to be downtime, right? They have to have dinner and sleep and do things that normal human beings do, despite what they may list to put on in front of the camera.

So when they’re not torturing human beings and murdering them for their own pleasure, what are they doing? Do you think they binge watch Netflix? Are they big Madden players? Maybe they like to cool off with a nice game of tennis. Or maybe they just sit in the dark, staring at each other crying while My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

No matter what it is, the image is humorous, is it not? These two dark and scary dudes who love to show off how much destruction they like to make, sitting down at a table with a nice sandwich and a Coca-Cola. Maybe the crusts are cut off the sandwiches, and there’s a little toothpick with an olive on it. It’s funny because of the persona they put on, but it’s also funny because of how accurate it very well may be.

See, no matter what Main and Page like to show off, the simple reality is that they’re still human. They may be dark, twisted humans, but they are still humans. They bleed. They get tired. They get hungry. They enjoy the taste of red velvet cake. This is the stuff Main and Page don’t want you to see. This is the part of themselves they would like to keep hidden from the world.

By the way, I continue to use “Main and Page”, because those are their names. I don’t care if they like to be called “The Beast” and “The Warlock” or whatever the hell else they say. No, their names are Robert Main and Chris Page. They were born. They were children once. They walked this earth as normal human beings. And that is how I will treat them.

Sure, they’re talented as hell. I’m not going to say they aren’t. And they are also very scary. If I was new in this business, I would look at Main and Page and be petrified. They seem to enjoy pain. They get off on the suffering of others. They gloat and they brag about hurting the people closest to them. Yeah, if I was a rookie, I would stay as far away from these guys as possible.

But I’m not a rookie. I’m someone who has been in this business a LONG time – long enough to see pretty much everything this busines has to offer. Main and Page may be psychopaths, but you think it’s the first time I’ve ever been in the ring with psychopaths? Hell, it isn’t even the first time this YEAR that I’ve been in the ring with psychopaths. Two men who claim to be demons or possessed or different personalities or whatever it is they do? You think that’s original? Like that isn’t an opponent I’ve stood across the ring from 900 times in my life.

That is the problem with folks like Main and Page. When it comes to their path of destruction, they rely on two things. One is their skill, which they have plenty of, and I certainly will not diminish. The other is their ability to scare folks and get into their heads. Most of the time, this pays off – but they happened to pull the short straw on that one. Neither of these men scare me, and it’s not because I don’t think they’ll do the things they say they will do. I absolutely do think they would love nothing more than to bash my head against a cinderblock and watch all my thoughts spill out onto the street. I just don’t think they CAN do it…and if they can, I really don’t CARE.

You can’t put the fear of death into the mind of someone who isn’t afraid to die. There are plenty of wrestlers out there who have a whole lot to live for. That’s not me. I already made peace with the fact that I will likely die in a wrestling match, and if it happens to be against Cataclysm, then so be it. It would be a better way to go than what I was originally expecting, which was being 70 years old and dying after trying to perform a shooting star press on James Raven Jr.

I think the thing that upsets me the most is seeing what Robert Main has turned into. No, it isn’t because he’s my “brother” – we’ve already been over that. It also has nothing to do with him squandering his skills, even though he did not step up against either The Engineer or Shawn Warstein when both of them were practically begging for him to challenge them. No, it’s knowing the friends that he did have. James Raven, who put his legacy on the line to work with him – he can’t possibly enjoy watching Main turn into a rabid monster…and one who teams with Chris Page, no less. Ned Kaye, who looked up to Robert Main. Main’s turn for the worse may be the reason Ned decided to leave the federation for good. And poor, poor Drew Archyle. That man is rolling in his grave right now knowing what Main has turned into.

Oh yeah, by the way, Yes, sad, I know. You’d think he would have died by being stabbed or being eaten by sharks or something. No – he had the Mumps. Seriously, the Mumps! I didn’t even know that was still a thing. In Drew’s quest to fine some buried treasure, he ended up finding some 19th century diseases. Still kinda badass, though, if you think about it.

I understand my place in this business. I’m a massive overachiever. My size? My background? My laundry list of mental and physical problems? I basically made a Hall of Legends career out of duct tape and cardboard. I should not still be competing in a pro wrestling ring. I probably should have retired 10, maybe 15 years ago. But I worked my ass off. I studied the business, I adapted to my surroundings, and I kept pushing and fighting for every scrap I got.

You, Robert? You’re an underachiever. Yes, you have the Universal Title reign, and the list of accolades that will make a lot of wrestlers blush. But I think of the top wrestlers to ever walk into this federation – the best of the best. The Steve Jason, James Raven, Brand types that aren’t just in the Hall of Legends – they are in the Hall of Icons. Hall of Wrestling Gods. And you’re not there, Robert.

Oh, you COULD be there. You absolutely could be. If you would have stepped up against Engineer and made him look like the fool he was, you would have gotten one step closer. The fact is, with all the talent behind you, and with a mind for the business like so many others have not seen…you should be doing so much more. But for some reason, you’re not. You intentionally keep yourself out of the top spotlight. And yes, others need to headline, too, but in this industry, it is so easy to be forgotten. If you don’t strike while the iron is hot, some new punk will come in and swipe your spot away.

Hell, look at the main event of Relentless – the entire show, not just the induvial days. Sarah Lacklan Vs Charlie Nickles. At the last pay per view, the headliners had a combined FORTY YEARS of XWF experience behind their belt. This pay per view? It’s a combined year and a half. That’s how quickly you can get discarded around here. “Sweet, Leap of Faith, two legends having their final battle! What a great showcase of a bygone era! Now scram! We have new talent we have to get over.”

What do you think is going to happen if you keep toiling around in the situation you’re in now? When you eventually decide you’re tired of fighting for tag team and Xtreme titles, do you think it’s going to be as simple as you just walking out and saying “ok, I want my title shot now”? Of course not. The brass at XWF HQ has been working diligently to replace all the old bastards. First it was myself and Warstein. Then it was Raven. And soon, they will come for you. You’ll get a lifevest, though. The ownership always wants one older guy near the top to make the younger talent look good by comparison. So they’ll have one spot left open…

And that’s when Page is going to stab you in the back. Because of course he is! Because I’ve been in pro wrestling long enough to know how ALL these stories end! There was a time when I would stand at the top of the mountain and scream until I’m blue in the face in hopes you’d finally realize that you’re walking into a trap. I honestly wanted to stop you from making the same mistake countless others have made before you. Now? When Page buries your ass, I’m just going to laugh.

And don’t turn around and act like I’m speaking out of turn here, Page. I don’t care if you’re the pothead, or the owner, or the emo drama queen – you never change. Your style remains the same no matter where you go or who you meet. You use your charm and your charisma to convince some poor sap that they will be better off with you on their side, and you boost them up and make them relevant again, and just when it looks like the two of you are going to take over the world…you toss them to the wolves. Because there is no such thing as a team at the top of a federation, is there, Page? There can only be one king, and your ego won’t allow it to be anyone else.

Yes, you’re not actively going after Sarah Lacklan right now. You know better than that. You never jump on a champion when they are early in their run. They’re still fresh. They still have something to prove. No, you wait until they are a couple of months in. When they’ve had a few grueling matches under their belt. When they start to think there are no more challengers left to take down. THAT’S when you make your mark. I know you know this, but for the newbies in this business, they may not know any of this.

It’s sad that you’ve turned Robert Main into nothing more than a puppet, Page, but I guess I shouldn’t be shocked by now. It was going to happen to someone. You tried it with Tristan Slater, but even you couldn’t turn his career around. That’s the thing – you can’t just take some nobody. No, if you’re going to get into someone’s head, it has to be someone who is really good, but who is doubting their own abilities. You’re not going to manipulate Chris Chaos, for example, because you’ll get nothing from it. There isn’t a person in the world who would consider him a legitimate threat; however, in three months, when you’re in Robbie Bourbon’s ear, it’ll be pretty easy to deduce what you’re actually doing.

Go ahead and continue to fill Main with your lies, Page. Go ahead and tell him that nothing I am saying is true – that you really are an “evil beast” looking to tear apart the XWF as equal partners. I’m sure you, or Main, or both, will come on television and tell me how dumb I am, and how dumb everyone else is for believing me. You’ll say some cryptic shit about demons or whatever, but deep down, you’re just buying your time as Main continues to get more and more comfortable with you.

I can no longer prevent Robert Main from being evil. That’s over and done with. I can no longer prevent Chris Page from being a manipulator. He is and always will be that. But my transformation is almost complete. See, unlike you’re partnership, Ruby and I are ACTUALLY making each other better. While I am teaching her the ways of how to be a little bit meaner and a little bit more cerebral, she’s teaching me how to shed my past and become the best Centurion I can be. She’s teaching me how to become Super. And while many have asked what Ruby can learn from me, the better question is – what can I learn from her? It is not me that is making her better – it is her that is making me better. I may look like a broken, pathetic man now, but trust me – once Relentless comes, I will be a brand new person. Each day I am getting stronger. Each day I am getting closer to becoming Super. And come Relentless…

Justice will reign!
Evil will fall!
And a brand new era of heroes will rise from the ashes of the villainy spread before us.

Most importantly, the Sisterhood Of Besties – currently pending a name change – will take down Cataclysm, and become the new XWF Tag Team Champions.

And there will be joy among the people! ]]>

(The boardwalk of Wildwood, New Jersey.

During the summer, it is a hotspot of tourists and beach goers looking to soak up the rays and buy their cheap trinkets. Granted, it is not the vacation spot it was in the 60’s and 70’s, but it still gets its fair share of vacationers, especially those from nearby New York and Philadelphia, who are looking for something a little “quieter” and with a “different pace”.

With the outbreak of COVID-19, however, the tourism has gone down significantly. Now that we’re getting into late September and the temperature begins to drop? It’s practically a ghost town.

And yet, this is where we see Centurion, sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean. A cool, consistent breeze flows throughout the area, and very little foot traffic is seen behind him. The area is mostly silent, with the exception of the ocean, and the nearby highway. As Centurion sits and ponders his thoughts, a voice breaks through the silence – a sultry, robotic voice that imbeds into the minds of all that hear it.)

“Watch the tramcar, please!”

(Yes, even when the tourists no longer arrive, the annoying as hell tramcar continues to operate, all while shouting its repetitive message into the air. Those who live on the Jersey shore or have spent some considerable time in the area will be hearing those four words in their head during the final moments of their lives.

Luckily for Centurion, as well as everyone within listening distance, another voice is heard not long after – the sound of a familiar Greek accent.)

Genevieve: Hey.

(The redheaded Greek comes from behind the bench and gently places her hand on Centurion’s shoulder. Centurion does not move – in fact, he doesn’t do much of anything. Genie, however, walks to the other side of the bench and sits down next to Centurion. She also looks out into the ocean, and closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath in.)

Genevieve: There are very few things more beautiful and more peaceful than the ocean during the fall. There’s a certain…smell to it, if that makes any sense.

Centurion: It’s part of the reason I love living in this area. It has nothing to do with the summertime. In fact, I like to be away for most of the summer. I want to be here during the spring and the fall. I consider those to be the perfect seasons.

(Centurion puts his head down and takes a deep breath of his own, as he begins a conversation he knew was coming, but that he always tried to avoid.)

Centurion: This is going to be really uncomfortable, isn’t it?

Genevieve: It doesn’t have to be. Not if you’re open and honest, and you’re able to communicate your true feelings.

Centurion: That’s the problem…I don’t know what my true feelings are. My brain, my heart…they’re all just a mess. I haven’t felt this clouded in a very long time. And the last thing I want to do is make a mistake that will heart so many people.

Genevieve: Well, let me start…you’re in love with another woman.

(Centurion takes a deep breath, but he does not raise or lower his head. He stares down at the wood of the boardwalk for a few seconds, until he raises his head. He does not look at Genevieve, however, and instead continues to stare out into the ocean.)

Centurion: I don’t want to be.

Genevieve: We can’t control what our heart wants.

Centurion: My heart’s an asshole. This…this isn’t fair. It’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to you. And it’s not fair to her. All this will do is cause pain – pain for everyone.

Genevieve: Don’t worry about me. I knew going in that this might not be a permanent thing. You told me not to get attached, and I didn’t. See, sometimes people DO listen to you.

Centurion: *slight laugh* Sometimes, I wonder if I was telling you, or if I was telling myself. This was perfect for me, Genie. Since Nikita, I swore to myself I’d never fall in love again. You come along, and we have a ton of fun together. We travel together, we hit the clubs…hell, you made me feel young again. It was exactly what I needed – exactly what I said I would pursue if I ever tried to move on from Nikita. But then…THIS happens…and now I’m all messed up.

Genevieve: You may not have seen this coming, but I did. You’re a passionate man. You fall in love. It’s what you do. You can try and tell yourself that you’re some cold, emotionless statue all you want, but it’s not based in reality. You hate, you love, you get depressed, you get happy – you’re guided by your emotions.

Centurion: Which is exactly what I tell younger wrestlers not to do.

Genevieve: You try to tell others not to follow the path you did, because you’re so incredibly hard on yourself. You’re harder on yourself than any of your critics ever were. You’re match with Warstein, for example. Who were you really trying to impress? The fans? Warstein himself? Or was it you? After you lost the Hart Title, everyone praised you for the tremendous title run you had, and yet you did nothing but second guess yourself every week since your defeat. And now, with your match against Cataclysm just around the corner, you’re trying DESPERATELY to not have any emotions…but the feelings you have, you can not suppress. You’re nervous. You feel doubt. And, most importantly, you feel a sense of duty and protection, which is putting more pressure on yourself. Your failure isn’t coming from lack of skill, nor is it coming from being too emotional. It’s from trying to be something you’re not.

Centurion: And what if I don’t know who I am?

Genevieve: Then let others help you. You’re so traumatized from your past that you refuse to lean on anyone for help. You’re trying to make up for lost time. And I understand that, truly, but you’ll never fully heal unless you learn to forgive yourself. Those you have hurt the most have found themselves back in your life. People care about you, Andy. That should be evidence enough that it’s ok to move on.

Centurion: Not everyone I hurt has forgiven me. There is one relationship I will never get the opportunity to repair…

Genevieve: Are you certain of that? I know you’re not into the “spirituality thing”, as you call it, but maybe it would be a good idea to take some time and listen. Those who have left us are constantly trying to communicate with us, one way or another. Many are unable to listen. I think, if you take the time to search your heart, you’ll find that Nikita has been attempting to reach out to you all this time.

(Genevieve stands up and walks around the back of the bench, but Centurion still does not move. Genevieve stands directly behind Centurion and kisses the top of his head.)

Genevieve: You’re a good man, Andy Cortinovis. And everyone whose lives you have touched agrees. The only person that matters who is still trying to tear you down is you. So, heal. Forgive yourself. Then go back out there and pursue love, because you deserve it…and she deserves you.

(And with that, Genevieve turns and walks away, leaving Centurion alone on the bench. He lays back and takes another deep breath, stretching his arms across the back of the bench, taking in everything Genevieve has said. Centurion’s time with Genevieve has been invaluable, and he knows he’ll never be able to truly show her how much Centurion has grown thanks to her. But right now, he needs to listen to her and take her advice.

Centurion pulls out his cellphone and unlocks it. He flips through his contacts, and clicks on one before immediately typing a message.)

Quote: Me:
Hey, if you’re free, I’d like you to stop by my place for a bit. I have something really important I want to show you.

(Centurion sets his phone down and begins tapping his fingers on the bench. He is more nervous now than he has been in a very long time. The step he is about to take is one that would make many others flee. Perhaps, for him, that would be the best case scenario. At least then there is an end. There is an answer. He can accept that. As it is, he has no idea what’s going to happen over the course of the next few days – a few days which may change his life forever.

Centurion’s phone buzz’s, and he picks it up to read the incoming text message.)

Quote:Rubes:
Sure, bud! I’ll stop by tomorrow. And I’m paying for lunch this time. I don’t care what you say! ?

------When you try your best but you don't succeed------

What do you think Chris Page and Robert Main are doing right now?

I don’t mean in the overall, general sense of the word. I mean, right at this moment, what are they talking about? What are they engaged in? Because they clearly spend all their time together, and it can’t just be all “murder and violence” ALL the time. There has to be downtime, right? They have to have dinner and sleep and do things that normal human beings do, despite what they may list to put on in front of the camera.

So when they’re not torturing human beings and murdering them for their own pleasure, what are they doing? Do you think they binge watch Netflix? Are they big Madden players? Maybe they like to cool off with a nice game of tennis. Or maybe they just sit in the dark, staring at each other crying while My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

No matter what it is, the image is humorous, is it not? These two dark and scary dudes who love to show off how much destruction they like to make, sitting down at a table with a nice sandwich and a Coca-Cola. Maybe the crusts are cut off the sandwiches, and there’s a little toothpick with an olive on it. It’s funny because of the persona they put on, but it’s also funny because of how accurate it very well may be.

See, no matter what Main and Page like to show off, the simple reality is that they’re still human. They may be dark, twisted humans, but they are still humans. They bleed. They get tired. They get hungry. They enjoy the taste of red velvet cake. This is the stuff Main and Page don’t want you to see. This is the part of themselves they would like to keep hidden from the world.

By the way, I continue to use “Main and Page”, because those are their names. I don’t care if they like to be called “The Beast” and “The Warlock” or whatever the hell else they say. No, their names are Robert Main and Chris Page. They were born. They were children once. They walked this earth as normal human beings. And that is how I will treat them.

Sure, they’re talented as hell. I’m not going to say they aren’t. And they are also very scary. If I was new in this business, I would look at Main and Page and be petrified. They seem to enjoy pain. They get off on the suffering of others. They gloat and they brag about hurting the people closest to them. Yeah, if I was a rookie, I would stay as far away from these guys as possible.

But I’m not a rookie. I’m someone who has been in this business a LONG time – long enough to see pretty much everything this busines has to offer. Main and Page may be psychopaths, but you think it’s the first time I’ve ever been in the ring with psychopaths? Hell, it isn’t even the first time this YEAR that I’ve been in the ring with psychopaths. Two men who claim to be demons or possessed or different personalities or whatever it is they do? You think that’s original? Like that isn’t an opponent I’ve stood across the ring from 900 times in my life.

That is the problem with folks like Main and Page. When it comes to their path of destruction, they rely on two things. One is their skill, which they have plenty of, and I certainly will not diminish. The other is their ability to scare folks and get into their heads. Most of the time, this pays off – but they happened to pull the short straw on that one. Neither of these men scare me, and it’s not because I don’t think they’ll do the things they say they will do. I absolutely do think they would love nothing more than to bash my head against a cinderblock and watch all my thoughts spill out onto the street. I just don’t think they CAN do it…and if they can, I really don’t CARE.

You can’t put the fear of death into the mind of someone who isn’t afraid to die. There are plenty of wrestlers out there who have a whole lot to live for. That’s not me. I already made peace with the fact that I will likely die in a wrestling match, and if it happens to be against Cataclysm, then so be it. It would be a better way to go than what I was originally expecting, which was being 70 years old and dying after trying to perform a shooting star press on James Raven Jr.

I think the thing that upsets me the most is seeing what Robert Main has turned into. No, it isn’t because he’s my “brother” – we’ve already been over that. It also has nothing to do with him squandering his skills, even though he did not step up against either The Engineer or Shawn Warstein when both of them were practically begging for him to challenge them. No, it’s knowing the friends that he did have. James Raven, who put his legacy on the line to work with him – he can’t possibly enjoy watching Main turn into a rabid monster…and one who teams with Chris Page, no less. Ned Kaye, who looked up to Robert Main. Main’s turn for the worse may be the reason Ned decided to leave the federation for good. And poor, poor Drew Archyle. That man is rolling in his grave right now knowing what Main has turned into.

Oh yeah, by the way, Yes, sad, I know. You’d think he would have died by being stabbed or being eaten by sharks or something. No – he had the Mumps. Seriously, the Mumps! I didn’t even know that was still a thing. In Drew’s quest to fine some buried treasure, he ended up finding some 19th century diseases. Still kinda badass, though, if you think about it.

I understand my place in this business. I’m a massive overachiever. My size? My background? My laundry list of mental and physical problems? I basically made a Hall of Legends career out of duct tape and cardboard. I should not still be competing in a pro wrestling ring. I probably should have retired 10, maybe 15 years ago. But I worked my ass off. I studied the business, I adapted to my surroundings, and I kept pushing and fighting for every scrap I got.

You, Robert? You’re an underachiever. Yes, you have the Universal Title reign, and the list of accolades that will make a lot of wrestlers blush. But I think of the top wrestlers to ever walk into this federation – the best of the best. The Steve Jason, James Raven, Brand types that aren’t just in the Hall of Legends – they are in the Hall of Icons. Hall of Wrestling Gods. And you’re not there, Robert.

Oh, you COULD be there. You absolutely could be. If you would have stepped up against Engineer and made him look like the fool he was, you would have gotten one step closer. The fact is, with all the talent behind you, and with a mind for the business like so many others have not seen…you should be doing so much more. But for some reason, you’re not. You intentionally keep yourself out of the top spotlight. And yes, others need to headline, too, but in this industry, it is so easy to be forgotten. If you don’t strike while the iron is hot, some new punk will come in and swipe your spot away.

Hell, look at the main event of Relentless – the entire show, not just the induvial days. Sarah Lacklan Vs Charlie Nickles. At the last pay per view, the headliners had a combined FORTY YEARS of XWF experience behind their belt. This pay per view? It’s a combined year and a half. That’s how quickly you can get discarded around here. “Sweet, Leap of Faith, two legends having their final battle! What a great showcase of a bygone era! Now scram! We have new talent we have to get over.”

What do you think is going to happen if you keep toiling around in the situation you’re in now? When you eventually decide you’re tired of fighting for tag team and Xtreme titles, do you think it’s going to be as simple as you just walking out and saying “ok, I want my title shot now”? Of course not. The brass at XWF HQ has been working diligently to replace all the old bastards. First it was myself and Warstein. Then it was Raven. And soon, they will come for you. You’ll get a lifevest, though. The ownership always wants one older guy near the top to make the younger talent look good by comparison. So they’ll have one spot left open…

And that’s when Page is going to stab you in the back. Because of course he is! Because I’ve been in pro wrestling long enough to know how ALL these stories end! There was a time when I would stand at the top of the mountain and scream until I’m blue in the face in hopes you’d finally realize that you’re walking into a trap. I honestly wanted to stop you from making the same mistake countless others have made before you. Now? When Page buries your ass, I’m just going to laugh.

And don’t turn around and act like I’m speaking out of turn here, Page. I don’t care if you’re the pothead, or the owner, or the emo drama queen – you never change. Your style remains the same no matter where you go or who you meet. You use your charm and your charisma to convince some poor sap that they will be better off with you on their side, and you boost them up and make them relevant again, and just when it looks like the two of you are going to take over the world…you toss them to the wolves. Because there is no such thing as a team at the top of a federation, is there, Page? There can only be one king, and your ego won’t allow it to be anyone else.

Yes, you’re not actively going after Sarah Lacklan right now. You know better than that. You never jump on a champion when they are early in their run. They’re still fresh. They still have something to prove. No, you wait until they are a couple of months in. When they’ve had a few grueling matches under their belt. When they start to think there are no more challengers left to take down. THAT’S when you make your mark. I know you know this, but for the newbies in this business, they may not know any of this.

It’s sad that you’ve turned Robert Main into nothing more than a puppet, Page, but I guess I shouldn’t be shocked by now. It was going to happen to someone. You tried it with Tristan Slater, but even you couldn’t turn his career around. That’s the thing – you can’t just take some nobody. No, if you’re going to get into someone’s head, it has to be someone who is really good, but who is doubting their own abilities. You’re not going to manipulate Chris Chaos, for example, because you’ll get nothing from it. There isn’t a person in the world who would consider him a legitimate threat; however, in three months, when you’re in Robbie Bourbon’s ear, it’ll be pretty easy to deduce what you’re actually doing.

Go ahead and continue to fill Main with your lies, Page. Go ahead and tell him that nothing I am saying is true – that you really are an “evil beast” looking to tear apart the XWF as equal partners. I’m sure you, or Main, or both, will come on television and tell me how dumb I am, and how dumb everyone else is for believing me. You’ll say some cryptic shit about demons or whatever, but deep down, you’re just buying your time as Main continues to get more and more comfortable with you.

I can no longer prevent Robert Main from being evil. That’s over and done with. I can no longer prevent Chris Page from being a manipulator. He is and always will be that. But my transformation is almost complete. See, unlike you’re partnership, Ruby and I are ACTUALLY making each other better. While I am teaching her the ways of how to be a little bit meaner and a little bit more cerebral, she’s teaching me how to shed my past and become the best Centurion I can be. She’s teaching me how to become Super. And while many have asked what Ruby can learn from me, the better question is – what can I learn from her? It is not me that is making her better – it is her that is making me better. I may look like a broken, pathetic man now, but trust me – once Relentless comes, I will be a brand new person. Each day I am getting stronger. Each day I am getting closer to becoming Super. And come Relentless…

Justice will reign!
Evil will fall!
And a brand new era of heroes will rise from the ashes of the villainy spread before us.

Most importantly, the Sisterhood Of Besties – currently pending a name change – will take down Cataclysm, and become the new XWF Tag Team Champions.

And there will be joy among the people! ]]> <![CDATA[The Making of the Billion Dollar Championship Part 2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38290 Thu, 24 Sep 2020 15:16:04 -0700 Mr. Oz]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38290
Oswald looked at his phone, seeing the messages scroll about his stocks, his wife and child. He then saw that his wife was calling, so he snapped his fingers, causing the music to pause. The song that is her ringtone being Doja Cat's song Say So. He smirks and then answers the phone.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

He chuckled softly

"She did what? Tell Fuzen to call me. I'll talk with her. Love you babe."

He smirked before making kissing sounds at the phone before ending the call. He waited in the silence, well, as silent as a limo-jet can be. Soon, he heard the sound the ringtone he set for his daughter started up. The song being Gladiator by Mick Gordon. He let it ring a bit inhaling before slowly exhaling before answering.

"So, kiddo, you uh... beat someone's ass at school today, huh?"

He grinned wide

"That's a good girl. Don't tell mommy, though. When you get to your room, open your science book, there'll be a hundred dollars waiting for you."

He laughed softly

"Of course I'm not mad! You're a Sephtis! Break all the bones you want! If they fuck with you, you break them! Fuck their feelings!"

He laughed harder as she can be heard laughing as well

"Now, be a good girl in front of Mommy, ok? And don't let her see the money! If she sees a hundo appear out of fuckin' nowhere, she'll know it's me and it'll be my ass on the line!"

They laughed again before he shook his head

"I love ya, Fuzen. I'll see you later tonight."

He nodded his head before ending the call. He then snapped his fingers again and the song resumed, turning the heads of those watching the limo-jet drive by and blasting the song. Oswald's head bobbing with the music. Soon a ring came over on his phone, so he grumbled and growled as he snapped his fingers, stopping the music in the limo and answer the phone.

"Did you think about what I said?"

He scowled

"You WILL make concessions with everyone in this goddamn town and you will make my belt in a month. Put all hands on the making of it. If it's less than what I want to see, you will find yourself out of a job. Now, get to fucking work."

He angrily pushed the end call button and snapped his fingers, music blasting again as he gets back into bobbing his head with the song.

"Take me to a boxing gym. I need to get out some aggression. Also, call whoever is the biggest and baddest so I can spar. Understood?!"

The servants nodded quickly as they all got onto their phones, as the music turned down a bit so they can communicate, but loud enough for Oswald to enjoy the song.


"So, Gilmour. You and I know each other well. You've already established our career together. Problem is, we're even right now. You may say 'Well, I beat Ghost Tank', yes, you did. You beat my BROKEN creation. It's like beating Phantom Panzer. It doesn't matter. We're one to one. This match is not going to be in your favor, either. You may think so, after all it's an X-TREME rules match. Problem is, it's happening in a prison, Gilly. You presume to not know my name, so you call me by Ghost Tank, Broken Oswald. That's not who I am. I AM Money Oswald. I bankroll B.O.B. I give them money, I back their tech. Every day we're getting cheered for being bad motherfuckers and you've got me to thank for that.

Our faces are everywhere. Our names on everyone's tongues. These sheep have no clue nor a care what my chemicals do. By now we've got the people balls deep in our pockets, and if the side of good comes at us, they can expect a horde of fans collapsing on them!

You say I'm pretending to be a Billionaire? You stupid bitch, I've got clothes that cost more than your plastic surgeon gets paid every time you gain 300 pounds and become a fat cunt and decide being a trashbag of a human being doesn't work, so you get that liposuction to lose all the fat you gained. You lose and gain weight so much that Christian Bale would look at you and say 'Man, I think you should stop. It's gonna kill you in the end.' And you would be wise to listen to him if he told you that. I've been me for years, I have spent years of my life, working with the money I got from the estate and money my family left behind when they died. I turned a quarter billion dollar business into a multibillion industry. I'm so fucking rich I could buy your contract, terminate it, and force you back into the indies.

You call my belt a trinket, but also say if I was a man I would put it on the line. Gilly, if my belt was such a "trinket" why would you want me to put it on the line. If you want it so bad, you need to pay me 50,000 XBUX. Only way you get a title shot for our match. If I see that dough in my account, you get your shot. We'll talk about terms after it happens. Pay half up front, half after the match if you want. I'm a generous businessman after all.

Also, this belt has at least 50 million bucks of gold, diamonds and rare stones embedded and woven into it. My belt would set you up for life if you melted it down. You poor excuse for a human being. You look at women and expect all the female wrestlers here as well as the refs to suck your dick as if sucking it will get them all the riches in the world. Too bad that sucking your dick will actually put them into the poor housing districts, where they become crackheads in order to try and forget that they put that inferior cock in their mouths.

You can act however you want. I'm a man that can make all your wildest dreams come true, if only you actually showed respect. You bring up other matches, you talk about how you're going to be a five time Hart champion. Must I remind you, that my first Hart reign is all I needed to break your first? You needed to win again in order to beat my single reign. That's all your life is, Peter. You constantly tout you're the best, but, every time I've had a title, your reign was deigned OB-SO-LETE! I only need one run with a title to put yours into the ground. That's how terrible you are. You are on the top 50 out of pity, not out of actual talent.

So, may I ask you something, Gilly?

Who the fuck do you think you are? You act like you're the best, I've proven time and time again, you're only good at losing your titles and winning them a lot more than me. What makes you think you are a better fit as champion than me? At least I can hold the title and make something out of it. I can make any title more fuckin' prestigious, just by holding it and defending it! That's what this title deserves. A champion who gives a FUCK about holding the title and isn't going to lose it as easily as dropping doughnuts from a diet like you had to do, for the fiftieth time.

Stick to one size, you bulimic twatwaffle. Maybe you'll win those titles and hold onto it without dropping them like fries into your fryer.

Last stab at your weight, promise.

In all seriousness, Peter, I respect you to a small degree. You've made a big name for yourself and ingrained yourself into everyone's minds. The problem is, over time you lose grip. You lose grip of who you are and what you're capable of. At Relentless, you will lose. I will gain the Hart title shot. You will be left in my dust and pinned.

I'll see you at Relentless, Peter. It will be the end of our feud. I will come out on top, as your #1 Hart Champ contender, and soon after that, your NEW, REIGNING, DEFENDING HART CHAMPION!

Also, don't forget something.

Join. B. O. B.

Maybe you'll become a winner again."]]>
Oswald looked at his phone, seeing the messages scroll about his stocks, his wife and child. He then saw that his wife was calling, so he snapped his fingers, causing the music to pause. The song that is her ringtone being Doja Cat's song Say So. He smirks and then answers the phone.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

He chuckled softly

"She did what? Tell Fuzen to call me. I'll talk with her. Love you babe."

He smirked before making kissing sounds at the phone before ending the call. He waited in the silence, well, as silent as a limo-jet can be. Soon, he heard the sound the ringtone he set for his daughter started up. The song being Gladiator by Mick Gordon. He let it ring a bit inhaling before slowly exhaling before answering.

"So, kiddo, you uh... beat someone's ass at school today, huh?"

He grinned wide

"That's a good girl. Don't tell mommy, though. When you get to your room, open your science book, there'll be a hundred dollars waiting for you."

He laughed softly

"Of course I'm not mad! You're a Sephtis! Break all the bones you want! If they fuck with you, you break them! Fuck their feelings!"

He laughed harder as she can be heard laughing as well

"Now, be a good girl in front of Mommy, ok? And don't let her see the money! If she sees a hundo appear out of fuckin' nowhere, she'll know it's me and it'll be my ass on the line!"

They laughed again before he shook his head

"I love ya, Fuzen. I'll see you later tonight."

He nodded his head before ending the call. He then snapped his fingers again and the song resumed, turning the heads of those watching the limo-jet drive by and blasting the song. Oswald's head bobbing with the music. Soon a ring came over on his phone, so he grumbled and growled as he snapped his fingers, stopping the music in the limo and answer the phone.

"Did you think about what I said?"

He scowled

"You WILL make concessions with everyone in this goddamn town and you will make my belt in a month. Put all hands on the making of it. If it's less than what I want to see, you will find yourself out of a job. Now, get to fucking work."

He angrily pushed the end call button and snapped his fingers, music blasting again as he gets back into bobbing his head with the song.

"Take me to a boxing gym. I need to get out some aggression. Also, call whoever is the biggest and baddest so I can spar. Understood?!"

The servants nodded quickly as they all got onto their phones, as the music turned down a bit so they can communicate, but loud enough for Oswald to enjoy the song.


"So, Gilmour. You and I know each other well. You've already established our career together. Problem is, we're even right now. You may say 'Well, I beat Ghost Tank', yes, you did. You beat my BROKEN creation. It's like beating Phantom Panzer. It doesn't matter. We're one to one. This match is not going to be in your favor, either. You may think so, after all it's an X-TREME rules match. Problem is, it's happening in a prison, Gilly. You presume to not know my name, so you call me by Ghost Tank, Broken Oswald. That's not who I am. I AM Money Oswald. I bankroll B.O.B. I give them money, I back their tech. Every day we're getting cheered for being bad motherfuckers and you've got me to thank for that.

Our faces are everywhere. Our names on everyone's tongues. These sheep have no clue nor a care what my chemicals do. By now we've got the people balls deep in our pockets, and if the side of good comes at us, they can expect a horde of fans collapsing on them!

You say I'm pretending to be a Billionaire? You stupid bitch, I've got clothes that cost more than your plastic surgeon gets paid every time you gain 300 pounds and become a fat cunt and decide being a trashbag of a human being doesn't work, so you get that liposuction to lose all the fat you gained. You lose and gain weight so much that Christian Bale would look at you and say 'Man, I think you should stop. It's gonna kill you in the end.' And you would be wise to listen to him if he told you that. I've been me for years, I have spent years of my life, working with the money I got from the estate and money my family left behind when they died. I turned a quarter billion dollar business into a multibillion industry. I'm so fucking rich I could buy your contract, terminate it, and force you back into the indies.

You call my belt a trinket, but also say if I was a man I would put it on the line. Gilly, if my belt was such a "trinket" why would you want me to put it on the line. If you want it so bad, you need to pay me 50,000 XBUX. Only way you get a title shot for our match. If I see that dough in my account, you get your shot. We'll talk about terms after it happens. Pay half up front, half after the match if you want. I'm a generous businessman after all.

Also, this belt has at least 50 million bucks of gold, diamonds and rare stones embedded and woven into it. My belt would set you up for life if you melted it down. You poor excuse for a human being. You look at women and expect all the female wrestlers here as well as the refs to suck your dick as if sucking it will get them all the riches in the world. Too bad that sucking your dick will actually put them into the poor housing districts, where they become crackheads in order to try and forget that they put that inferior cock in their mouths.

You can act however you want. I'm a man that can make all your wildest dreams come true, if only you actually showed respect. You bring up other matches, you talk about how you're going to be a five time Hart champion. Must I remind you, that my first Hart reign is all I needed to break your first? You needed to win again in order to beat my single reign. That's all your life is, Peter. You constantly tout you're the best, but, every time I've had a title, your reign was deigned OB-SO-LETE! I only need one run with a title to put yours into the ground. That's how terrible you are. You are on the top 50 out of pity, not out of actual talent.

So, may I ask you something, Gilly?

Who the fuck do you think you are? You act like you're the best, I've proven time and time again, you're only good at losing your titles and winning them a lot more than me. What makes you think you are a better fit as champion than me? At least I can hold the title and make something out of it. I can make any title more fuckin' prestigious, just by holding it and defending it! That's what this title deserves. A champion who gives a FUCK about holding the title and isn't going to lose it as easily as dropping doughnuts from a diet like you had to do, for the fiftieth time.

Stick to one size, you bulimic twatwaffle. Maybe you'll win those titles and hold onto it without dropping them like fries into your fryer.

Last stab at your weight, promise.

In all seriousness, Peter, I respect you to a small degree. You've made a big name for yourself and ingrained yourself into everyone's minds. The problem is, over time you lose grip. You lose grip of who you are and what you're capable of. At Relentless, you will lose. I will gain the Hart title shot. You will be left in my dust and pinned.

I'll see you at Relentless, Peter. It will be the end of our feud. I will come out on top, as your #1 Hart Champ contender, and soon after that, your NEW, REIGNING, DEFENDING HART CHAMPION!

Also, don't forget something.

Join. B. O. B.

Maybe you'll become a winner again."]]> <![CDATA[Shoot For The Stars Part 2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38279 Thu, 24 Sep 2020 01:25:02 -0700 Jenny Myst]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38279
“Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

Take me I'm alive
Never was a girl with a wicked mind
But everything looks better when the sun goes down


"As a young girl I often read storybooks and fairy tales. Some called it weird, but I looked at it as a niche. Some people traded Pokemon cards, some played Magic The Gatherings, and some got together in rooms to role play their parts in Dungeons and Dragons. All things that are considered "weird" to some, but things that are all niche in their own brilliantly beautiful way. I always enjoyed them because they allowed me to be the escape from the train wreck that was my everyday life, and often led me to believe that I was, even for a moment, part of a world that wasn't my own. I was a part of this world, and every day I lived my life trying to survive in this world, just so I didn't have to survive in my own. I'll admit, I spent most of my younger days running from my problems, albeit running in place. I didn't want to face real life, but would rather get lost in a world of make believe because no matter how cruel and evil it got, it couldn't hold a candlestick to my reality. I was always fascinated with Queen's, especially the evil ones, because they held such control and power. I looked up to them, I respected them, and I most importantly, understood them, as crazy at that sounds. I always found them to be the most exhilarating, because, then again, you can't have a hero without a villain, right? But understanding and relating to, they are two different things. I didn't relate to them because I didn't feel that control or that power. I felt vulnerable. I felt weak. I felt like a nobody. It was their power I so desperately craved, so much so that it became almost an obsession. So when I stepped into the XWF ring for the first time, that is what I wanted to be. A queen. An evil queen, just like the storybooks. But evil is an interpretation, isn't it? Some people may look at Snow White as being bad. Trespassing on the dwarfs property, eating their food, drinking their beverages, using their utensils and furniture, and making herself at home enough to fall asleep. But what about the Marigo version? She is complicit in the murder of her own birth mother, and in harrying her father to marry the woman who would eventually turn on her. What if Mother Gothel was actually the good guy, doing everything in her power to shield her precious Rapunzel from the trials of the cruel world that lie outside the castle walls? Rapunzel never did give her any credit.

My point here is this: From the time girls turn five, me being one of them, they dream of becoming Disney princesses. They have posters of Ariel on bedroom walls. They walk around with lunch pails and backpacks adorned with Disney princesses. They dress up as Elsa for Halloween. So why wouldn’t they dream of actually being one? After all, they all “lived happily, ever after.” Is there one Disney princess story where the protagonist doesn’t win? But none of it is true. These are lies, fabrications. They are making these little girls believe that the world is all sunshine and rainbows and talking rabbits.....when it is a cold and nasty place, devoid of all compassion and designed for them to fail. I wanted to be the Queen, the Evil Queen, because they told it like it is. I related to them because they showed me that the world is an evil place and if I wanted to make something of myself, I would have to get just as vile and nasty as they did. I got my hands dirty, to say the least, but I did what I had to do to sit atop my throne. The world was never sunshine and rainbows for me, it was lava and burning ash. I used my past to shape my future, and I knew it was a marathon, not a sprint. Was I perfect? Not by a long shot, but I kept at it and I have the scars to prove it. I finally understood what it took to be a Queen, and I am learning and growing in my role every single day. Now I sit atop the women's division, having slain the faux queen, and rightfully taken my place as the most dominant force in women's wrestling.

Happily ever after.

Who did you compare me to, Ash? The Queen of Hearts?

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I would also be lying if I said I wasn't a bit confused. This new promo with the whole off with the head thing. Ash, in your first promo you compared me to Marie Antoinette, someone who ACTUALLY lost her head. Now I am someone who gives the orders to lop off a head here and there? You're so desperate for attention you can't even get your insults right. So which one am I, Ash? You haven't figured it out yet because you're incapable of figuring it out. I am going to have to do that for you. Shame, because I thought maybe you were coming along. Maybe you weren't dumber than a second coat of paint. Maybe just one coat. But no.....no hunny....it's two. It's painfully obvious to everyone that your attempt at trash talk is at about the same level as your skill in in the ring.....damn near non existent. You stepped up to the plate in your major league debut and you struck out looking. Now nobody is going to take you serious from this point forward. I'd jump on the Anarchy train if I were you, gobble up one of their fly-by-night titles, and get some practice on the companies C show, because the big leagues and the bright lights have proven they are just too big and bright for Ash Quinn. Your hopes of knocking me off this crown are null and void, and are just that....hopes. I've been toe to toe with the best this business has to offer, male and female. I've taken my lumps, I've had my short comings, and it's made me better in the long run. You aren't ready for this title right now, and to be honest I wasn't either when I was in your shoes. You need more conditioning. You are going to take your lumps, just like I had to, and you are going to come up short yet again, and maybe, jusssssttt maybe, it'll help you get better going forward. Consider this beating a favor.

I am, after all, a generous Queen.

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The breeze was picking back up a little, she could hear the crushed water bottles and soda cans beginning to skip lightly across the rocky landscape. She felt a single tear run down her face, and she wiped it with her sleeve.

There was a few moments of silence between the two, just some sniffles from the young girl and the sound of breathing from the older man. Somewhere in the distance, a generator kicked on, probably the AC unit for the school. She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't care. She would get home when she got home, and anywhere was better than there.

His voice broke the silence.

"...so honestly, what do you want to do when you graduate?"

It was a simple and honest question. He was curious. He was curious about all of his students.

"That's assuming I do."

"Oh come on...you're a smart girl. You've got the world in your reach, you just need to grab it. Only you can decide what your future will be..........."

If he only knew how wrong he was.

"....you really need to have some more confidence in yourself."

She huffed a little. That's the one thing she didn't have, but why would she? A coyote howled somewhere in the black abyss. Black as her soul
"......I really should get going."

"You're already way out here. What's a few more minutes gonna hurt?"

She paused a few more moments. What would it hurt? What would it hurt if she stayed out here, became one with the desert. Would anyone miss her. Would she miss herself?

"I really must. 'Father' doesn't know I have the car. I'm already in enough trouble."

He sighed. It was a deep, concerned sounding sigh. He wished she'd be more open.

She slid off the hood and fumbled around for the keys in the darkness. She had on a pair of short shorts to go with her hoodie, and when she dropped them out of her shaky hands, she quickly bent down to pick them up.

She didn't give any thought as to where her backside was facing.

After a few seconds of feeling around on the rocky dirt, she grabbed them. Turning around, she put them in the door. She turned back towards Coach Dawson.

He was breathing heavier than before. It was tough to make out from the dim glow of the near-distant street lights but it seemed like........his hand was......down his pants.

Had he watched her bend over to get her keys, and now..........

She took a big inhale, her hands up and palms out, eyes beginning to roll.

Exhaling she turned towards her 'fathers' car, jiggling the handle open.

"Jen......" he said. The darkest hid the sick look on her face as she swallowed and answered him sharply.

"What?"

He paused a few moments. He knew she'd seem him. She could hear the crickets and the bullfrogs in the thicket just behind them, singing their melody. So peaceful and innocent.

His voice was smooth, but his hand was still in the same spot.

"Jen, everyone who comes out here comes for a different reason. We all have our own reasons. Nobody is perfect, even if we try to be. It's impossible. All we can hope to do is be better every day and maybe one day, we will finally get what we so adamantly long for."

"Yep" she said, getting into the car. She was over it, over him, over men.

"See you Friday night" she heard him say as she pulled off, tires crunching, dust kicking up and creating a haze around the windshield.

The drive home was quiet, no music. She just wanted to be numb in silence. There was a feeling in her stomach like a nail was being driven into it, but she swallowed it down and moved her hands to ten and two. When she got home, there were other cars in the driveway. Black, tinted, no plates. Three of them. She parked the car in the normal spot, shutting the door as quietly as possible. She opened the back slider door, quietly, and tip toed up the stairs. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she thought she'd made it, but her stomach immediately dropped when she opened her door. Her 'father' and the men in black were standing in her room. One of them had her bear, the other had her diary. He 'father' had a worried look on his face.

"Jen....honey....we....uh.....we need to talk."

The man behind her shut the door. She didn't even know there was one behind her!

Her eyes darted from man to man, sun glass lens to sun glass lens, then back to her 'father'. Those deep blue eyes, like hers.

"I'm gonna need you to take those shorts off, sweetie."

She looked out her window with a tear as the men examined her. She saw a shooting star again, and through the tears a smile crossed her face.

I had everything
Opportunities for eternity
And I could belong to the night
I can see in your eyes
You make me wanna die

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"I hope that nobody was fooled by Scarlet's childish promo. Sure, it seemed complex and deep but the truth is she isn't capable of putting together more than one sentence at a time, so all she was doing was playing to her strength. Poetic? No, it was so basic her pH is 14. She is the liquid drain cleaner of the women's division. She spent all that time putting together a lengthy promo and saying essentially nothing at all. Not only could a five year old follow it, but it was exactly what she had the gaul to call me, a "yawn fest". Same old shit out of a brand new mouth. Same old undeserved ego and a new set of tits carrying it around. Madison Dyson all over again, only exponentially less creative. It's like Matilda took a turn for the worse. Or had downs. Either one.

Scarlet, darling, just give it up. You're talking yourself into circles and it isn't flattering. Madison won King of the Ring, but never once has she defended that crown. She's a flash in the pan, an around-the-way girl, a herpes sore that only shows up when its the least convenient. I have fought and scratched and clawed my way to top, every single night. I have been knocked on my ass time and time again, only to get back up when in all honesty I probably shouldn't have. What have you ever done except shower yourself in the mediocrity of Mastermind's BO flavored aura, and run with a group of two bit lackey's that even he doesn't fully believe in. You're a pawn in the chess game, the sacrificial lamb. You so elegantly pointed out that before the previous two King of the Ring winners, "Queen's" as you called them, lost titles before the end of their reigns. What kind of Queen's were they then, truly? By name, only. I rose up from the ashes and I slayed the so called Queen, taking over her kingdom and making it my own. Anyone with an IQ above 80 and access to a computer can find out the history of Lacklan and Madison, but you rambled on like a bad history lecture. Yet I'm the snooze fest? You wasted precious time you could have been making a point by recapping history that is a moot point. Oh yeah, and making up excuses. She got tired of her role and lost to me shortly after winning the title? Now I call myself Queen because I hold this belt? The only thing Madison did is prove to the world that she isn't as good as the hot air she blows leads simpletons like you to believe. Madison is no Queen. Sarah has her hands full right now, and if she can make it out of Relentless alive, I'll consider letting her sit next to me in the court.

And sweetie while you're fact checking, check this one. I've been calling myself Queen since the moment I walked in the door. All of it justified? Maybe not, but try to make yourself sound less stupid next time you come at me by doing more than scrolling through the XWF results page and actually...ya know...forming a cogent argument.

Kay? Thanks.

I don't think desperation is a word that is suitable leaving your dick sheath. Maybe two years ago, hell, maybe 6 months ago, I was desperate. Maybe when my back was against the wall and I had nothing to lose and everything to gain, I was desperate. But now? No. I know who I am and I proved not only to the XWF universe but to myself that I am everything I claim to be. Again you prove that your comprehension skills are skimming at best. I am a changed woman, and changed for the better. I am confident in my abilities but I also know that I have a lot more left to give. This is the first step in my reign, the first real challenge that has come my way. I have never been one to shy away from a challenge. I love a little competition, even when the only one I've truly been battling all these years has been myself. I step into that ring against the dictionary definition of mediocrity and a Xena Warrior Princess wannabe with all the confidence in the world. Mandii Rider and Madison Dyson have both fallen at my feet, do I really think that you two snail trails are going to be my undoing? I don't think you need me to answer that.

I thought Ash was an idiot for her Queen comparison, I just think you're an idiot.

I'm hungry to win a match.
I'm hungry to win a title
I'm just hungry to compete.

Which one is it? I was hungry to win a title and I did it. And I will defend is feverishly. If you are just hungry to compete, maybe you should stay at the hotel because you're getting in the ring with a woman who is ready to put her body through hell and doesn't care whether or not you live or die. I've built my kingdom off pain and tears, and I'll be damned if I let it go without adding a little more.

My Misfits who I am now a member of

Scarlet, if I were you, I'd relish in my role because a misfit is all you'll ever be.

I will climb that ladder just like I climbed the ladder of success here, and I will pull that title down and place it around my waist.


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Funny....you know....I used to be afraid of heights.

I used to be afraid of a lot of things.

I'm not afraid anymore.

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Oh, and Scarlet, Ash....

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“Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

Take me I'm alive
Never was a girl with a wicked mind
But everything looks better when the sun goes down


"As a young girl I often read storybooks and fairy tales. Some called it weird, but I looked at it as a niche. Some people traded Pokemon cards, some played Magic The Gatherings, and some got together in rooms to role play their parts in Dungeons and Dragons. All things that are considered "weird" to some, but things that are all niche in their own brilliantly beautiful way. I always enjoyed them because they allowed me to be the escape from the train wreck that was my everyday life, and often led me to believe that I was, even for a moment, part of a world that wasn't my own. I was a part of this world, and every day I lived my life trying to survive in this world, just so I didn't have to survive in my own. I'll admit, I spent most of my younger days running from my problems, albeit running in place. I didn't want to face real life, but would rather get lost in a world of make believe because no matter how cruel and evil it got, it couldn't hold a candlestick to my reality. I was always fascinated with Queen's, especially the evil ones, because they held such control and power. I looked up to them, I respected them, and I most importantly, understood them, as crazy at that sounds. I always found them to be the most exhilarating, because, then again, you can't have a hero without a villain, right? But understanding and relating to, they are two different things. I didn't relate to them because I didn't feel that control or that power. I felt vulnerable. I felt weak. I felt like a nobody. It was their power I so desperately craved, so much so that it became almost an obsession. So when I stepped into the XWF ring for the first time, that is what I wanted to be. A queen. An evil queen, just like the storybooks. But evil is an interpretation, isn't it? Some people may look at Snow White as being bad. Trespassing on the dwarfs property, eating their food, drinking their beverages, using their utensils and furniture, and making herself at home enough to fall asleep. But what about the Marigo version? She is complicit in the murder of her own birth mother, and in harrying her father to marry the woman who would eventually turn on her. What if Mother Gothel was actually the good guy, doing everything in her power to shield her precious Rapunzel from the trials of the cruel world that lie outside the castle walls? Rapunzel never did give her any credit.

My point here is this: From the time girls turn five, me being one of them, they dream of becoming Disney princesses. They have posters of Ariel on bedroom walls. They walk around with lunch pails and backpacks adorned with Disney princesses. They dress up as Elsa for Halloween. So why wouldn’t they dream of actually being one? After all, they all “lived happily, ever after.” Is there one Disney princess story where the protagonist doesn’t win? But none of it is true. These are lies, fabrications. They are making these little girls believe that the world is all sunshine and rainbows and talking rabbits.....when it is a cold and nasty place, devoid of all compassion and designed for them to fail. I wanted to be the Queen, the Evil Queen, because they told it like it is. I related to them because they showed me that the world is an evil place and if I wanted to make something of myself, I would have to get just as vile and nasty as they did. I got my hands dirty, to say the least, but I did what I had to do to sit atop my throne. The world was never sunshine and rainbows for me, it was lava and burning ash. I used my past to shape my future, and I knew it was a marathon, not a sprint. Was I perfect? Not by a long shot, but I kept at it and I have the scars to prove it. I finally understood what it took to be a Queen, and I am learning and growing in my role every single day. Now I sit atop the women's division, having slain the faux queen, and rightfully taken my place as the most dominant force in women's wrestling.

Happily ever after.

Who did you compare me to, Ash? The Queen of Hearts?

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I would also be lying if I said I wasn't a bit confused. This new promo with the whole off with the head thing. Ash, in your first promo you compared me to Marie Antoinette, someone who ACTUALLY lost her head. Now I am someone who gives the orders to lop off a head here and there? You're so desperate for attention you can't even get your insults right. So which one am I, Ash? You haven't figured it out yet because you're incapable of figuring it out. I am going to have to do that for you. Shame, because I thought maybe you were coming along. Maybe you weren't dumber than a second coat of paint. Maybe just one coat. But no.....no hunny....it's two. It's painfully obvious to everyone that your attempt at trash talk is at about the same level as your skill in in the ring.....damn near non existent. You stepped up to the plate in your major league debut and you struck out looking. Now nobody is going to take you serious from this point forward. I'd jump on the Anarchy train if I were you, gobble up one of their fly-by-night titles, and get some practice on the companies C show, because the big leagues and the bright lights have proven they are just too big and bright for Ash Quinn. Your hopes of knocking me off this crown are null and void, and are just that....hopes. I've been toe to toe with the best this business has to offer, male and female. I've taken my lumps, I've had my short comings, and it's made me better in the long run. You aren't ready for this title right now, and to be honest I wasn't either when I was in your shoes. You need more conditioning. You are going to take your lumps, just like I had to, and you are going to come up short yet again, and maybe, jusssssttt maybe, it'll help you get better going forward. Consider this beating a favor.

I am, after all, a generous Queen.

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The breeze was picking back up a little, she could hear the crushed water bottles and soda cans beginning to skip lightly across the rocky landscape. She felt a single tear run down her face, and she wiped it with her sleeve.

There was a few moments of silence between the two, just some sniffles from the young girl and the sound of breathing from the older man. Somewhere in the distance, a generator kicked on, probably the AC unit for the school. She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't care. She would get home when she got home, and anywhere was better than there.

His voice broke the silence.

"...so honestly, what do you want to do when you graduate?"

It was a simple and honest question. He was curious. He was curious about all of his students.

"That's assuming I do."

"Oh come on...you're a smart girl. You've got the world in your reach, you just need to grab it. Only you can decide what your future will be..........."

If he only knew how wrong he was.

"....you really need to have some more confidence in yourself."

She huffed a little. That's the one thing she didn't have, but why would she? A coyote howled somewhere in the black abyss. Black as her soul
"......I really should get going."

"You're already way out here. What's a few more minutes gonna hurt?"

She paused a few more moments. What would it hurt? What would it hurt if she stayed out here, became one with the desert. Would anyone miss her. Would she miss herself?

"I really must. 'Father' doesn't know I have the car. I'm already in enough trouble."

He sighed. It was a deep, concerned sounding sigh. He wished she'd be more open.

She slid off the hood and fumbled around for the keys in the darkness. She had on a pair of short shorts to go with her hoodie, and when she dropped them out of her shaky hands, she quickly bent down to pick them up.

She didn't give any thought as to where her backside was facing.

After a few seconds of feeling around on the rocky dirt, she grabbed them. Turning around, she put them in the door. She turned back towards Coach Dawson.

He was breathing heavier than before. It was tough to make out from the dim glow of the near-distant street lights but it seemed like........his hand was......down his pants.

Had he watched her bend over to get her keys, and now..........

She took a big inhale, her hands up and palms out, eyes beginning to roll.

Exhaling she turned towards her 'fathers' car, jiggling the handle open.

"Jen......" he said. The darkest hid the sick look on her face as she swallowed and answered him sharply.

"What?"

He paused a few moments. He knew she'd seem him. She could hear the crickets and the bullfrogs in the thicket just behind them, singing their melody. So peaceful and innocent.

His voice was smooth, but his hand was still in the same spot.

"Jen, everyone who comes out here comes for a different reason. We all have our own reasons. Nobody is perfect, even if we try to be. It's impossible. All we can hope to do is be better every day and maybe one day, we will finally get what we so adamantly long for."

"Yep" she said, getting into the car. She was over it, over him, over men.

"See you Friday night" she heard him say as she pulled off, tires crunching, dust kicking up and creating a haze around the windshield.

The drive home was quiet, no music. She just wanted to be numb in silence. There was a feeling in her stomach like a nail was being driven into it, but she swallowed it down and moved her hands to ten and two. When she got home, there were other cars in the driveway. Black, tinted, no plates. Three of them. She parked the car in the normal spot, shutting the door as quietly as possible. She opened the back slider door, quietly, and tip toed up the stairs. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she thought she'd made it, but her stomach immediately dropped when she opened her door. Her 'father' and the men in black were standing in her room. One of them had her bear, the other had her diary. He 'father' had a worried look on his face.

"Jen....honey....we....uh.....we need to talk."

The man behind her shut the door. She didn't even know there was one behind her!

Her eyes darted from man to man, sun glass lens to sun glass lens, then back to her 'father'. Those deep blue eyes, like hers.

"I'm gonna need you to take those shorts off, sweetie."

She looked out her window with a tear as the men examined her. She saw a shooting star again, and through the tears a smile crossed her face.

I had everything
Opportunities for eternity
And I could belong to the night
I can see in your eyes
You make me wanna die

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"I hope that nobody was fooled by Scarlet's childish promo. Sure, it seemed complex and deep but the truth is she isn't capable of putting together more than one sentence at a time, so all she was doing was playing to her strength. Poetic? No, it was so basic her pH is 14. She is the liquid drain cleaner of the women's division. She spent all that time putting together a lengthy promo and saying essentially nothing at all. Not only could a five year old follow it, but it was exactly what she had the gaul to call me, a "yawn fest". Same old shit out of a brand new mouth. Same old undeserved ego and a new set of tits carrying it around. Madison Dyson all over again, only exponentially less creative. It's like Matilda took a turn for the worse. Or had downs. Either one.

Scarlet, darling, just give it up. You're talking yourself into circles and it isn't flattering. Madison won King of the Ring, but never once has she defended that crown. She's a flash in the pan, an around-the-way girl, a herpes sore that only shows up when its the least convenient. I have fought and scratched and clawed my way to top, every single night. I have been knocked on my ass time and time again, only to get back up when in all honesty I probably shouldn't have. What have you ever done except shower yourself in the mediocrity of Mastermind's BO flavored aura, and run with a group of two bit lackey's that even he doesn't fully believe in. You're a pawn in the chess game, the sacrificial lamb. You so elegantly pointed out that before the previous two King of the Ring winners, "Queen's" as you called them, lost titles before the end of their reigns. What kind of Queen's were they then, truly? By name, only. I rose up from the ashes and I slayed the so called Queen, taking over her kingdom and making it my own. Anyone with an IQ above 80 and access to a computer can find out the history of Lacklan and Madison, but you rambled on like a bad history lecture. Yet I'm the snooze fest? You wasted precious time you could have been making a point by recapping history that is a moot point. Oh yeah, and making up excuses. She got tired of her role and lost to me shortly after winning the title? Now I call myself Queen because I hold this belt? The only thing Madison did is prove to the world that she isn't as good as the hot air she blows leads simpletons like you to believe. Madison is no Queen. Sarah has her hands full right now, and if she can make it out of Relentless alive, I'll consider letting her sit next to me in the court.

And sweetie while you're fact checking, check this one. I've been calling myself Queen since the moment I walked in the door. All of it justified? Maybe not, but try to make yourself sound less stupid next time you come at me by doing more than scrolling through the XWF results page and actually...ya know...forming a cogent argument.

Kay? Thanks.

I don't think desperation is a word that is suitable leaving your dick sheath. Maybe two years ago, hell, maybe 6 months ago, I was desperate. Maybe when my back was against the wall and I had nothing to lose and everything to gain, I was desperate. But now? No. I know who I am and I proved not only to the XWF universe but to myself that I am everything I claim to be. Again you prove that your comprehension skills are skimming at best. I am a changed woman, and changed for the better. I am confident in my abilities but I also know that I have a lot more left to give. This is the first step in my reign, the first real challenge that has come my way. I have never been one to shy away from a challenge. I love a little competition, even when the only one I've truly been battling all these years has been myself. I step into that ring against the dictionary definition of mediocrity and a Xena Warrior Princess wannabe with all the confidence in the world. Mandii Rider and Madison Dyson have both fallen at my feet, do I really think that you two snail trails are going to be my undoing? I don't think you need me to answer that.

I thought Ash was an idiot for her Queen comparison, I just think you're an idiot.

I'm hungry to win a match.
I'm hungry to win a title
I'm just hungry to compete.

Which one is it? I was hungry to win a title and I did it. And I will defend is feverishly. If you are just hungry to compete, maybe you should stay at the hotel because you're getting in the ring with a woman who is ready to put her body through hell and doesn't care whether or not you live or die. I've built my kingdom off pain and tears, and I'll be damned if I let it go without adding a little more.

My Misfits who I am now a member of

Scarlet, if I were you, I'd relish in my role because a misfit is all you'll ever be.

I will climb that ladder just like I climbed the ladder of success here, and I will pull that title down and place it around my waist.


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Funny....you know....I used to be afraid of heights.

I used to be afraid of a lot of things.

I'm not afraid anymore.

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Oh, and Scarlet, Ash....

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The callous came for the soul, the very thing Cataclysm could never regain. The Beast and The Omega came to take innocence and feel the diabolic euphoria rush through their veins as they sunk into the filth of numbness. Our Tag Team Champions were the zombies of the apocalypse they created in 2019, hardwired to annihilate others to feed their selfish addictions. Suddenly a muffled voice cries out…


” Please… I’ll… I’ll do anything… Chris, I’m… I’m… sorry… I’ll never betray you again…”


Barker struggled against the zip-ties holding him to the chair as uncongealed blood ran over the translucent plastic, crimson on white. Adam’s nose inundated with the nauseating scent of the sack that covered his head… His eyes strained for some sign of what was to come.


” Now you pay for your trespasses…”


Silence fills the air for a moment…


” Chris? Please…”


” I’m not Chris.”


Barker felt The Beasts fingers dig into his cheek before the plastic bag was ripped off… After all The Beast’s preparations, he felt like he'd earned his treat already. The abduction of Adam Barker itself was going perfectly. Cataclysm had been observing the dishonest double-dealing bastard for months, they knew Adams routines, where he lived and what was going on behind the scenes…


” Let’s bleed him out slowly…”


The Omega clenched his fist, the upward blow connects right underneath Adam Barker's chin… Barker slumps over in the electric chair as The Beast leans in lifting Barker back into a seated position…


” Oh, Adam we’re not finished…” He shouts. ” WAKE UP!”


Barker, groans in agony as the sweet taste of blood begins leaking around his pearly white teeth, and down over his cold lips… The Omega struck Barker once more this time in the stomach…


” Looks like our dear friend Adam has sprung a leak…”


” COUGH… COUGH… COUGH… Please… I’m begging for mercy… Don’t do this…”


” You want mercy? You should have gone to church…”


Barkers lip was mangled beyond repair; his shattered nose was caked in dried blood. The now browning blood had drizzled down Barker’s face… As the life fluid drained out of him in its garish red, his skin began to take on the complexion of a corpse. Barker's stomach felt sick as every muscle in his body seized, struggling to recover, to repair all the damage that had been dealt… He becomes unable to move with grace as his movements became jerkier by the second. Then one by one he lost control of his limbs until finally, his head slumped to one side. He could still hear Cataclysm, but he could no longer control his body.


” Looks like Barker’s out…”


” We’ve got plenty of time to deal with him… Let’s start the gutting of the flavors of the month shall we…”


In the background Barker begins to come too as Cataclysm watched the purple and yellow blotches scattered across his face like a disease… The bruise that had begun as a lavender stain above Adam’s eyebrow had sunk into the socket itself, and so now it had the appearance of a black eye. An ominous snicker is heard from The Omega… The Beast then proceeds.



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” Why do they continue to make this so unchallenging for us?”


The Beast glances towards The Omega who offers a straightforward answer.

” I guess paying attention isn’t common practice in the XWF anymore. I mean this is Centurion and Ruby after all… I wouldn’t consider either of them savants by any stretch of the imagination… But here we are playing chess, and these two airheaded are play checkers… We all know if Cent doesn’t get his daily dose of Geritol things to get a bit discombobulated upstairs… And Ruby doesn’t know her ass hole from a hole in the ground… ”


” It’s like we’re dealing with children.”


The Beast is none too pleased as The Omega begins to speak but is interrupted by Barker who utters.


” Gurgle… God, please help me…”


The Beast leans in whispering into Barker's ear.


” He can’t hear you… Pliers.”


” Pliers… Why… Wait… Wait… I’ll pay back everything that I’ve ever taken from you…”


Omega tosses The Beast a pair of rusted needle-nose pliers…


” Damn right you will…” Hold his hand Omega…”


” With pleasure…”


Omega holds Barker's hand in place as The Beast uses the pliers go grab a fingernail…


” No… NO…”


Barker tried to struggle… Off came one fingernail… As Barker screamed… It was the kind of scream that made the blood run cold.


” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”


” Can you do two things at once? The Beast nods dropping a fingernail to the floor. “ Okay, where do you want to start? Because this thing is a freaking whole Centurion, Ruby thing is a complete fucking mess…”


” I can’t wait any longer to eat Rubes soul after hearing what she had to say; and I can’t stress these next few points enough… Because it’s this amateur hour horse shit that completely explains why she’s jockeying the Main Event scene on Anarchy and not playing with the grown folks.”


The Beast pivots away from Barker slightly glaring into the camera ripping another one of Barker’s fingernails off as he speaks directly to Ruby.


” Disappointed doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about you. After I finished that polished turd you called a promo, I felt like I had a concussion. Everything that you said, translated into jack shit… You’re supposed to be using this as an opportunity to show your worth and shut the mouths of guys like us who look at you in that costume and laugh our asses off… Why… Because you are a fraud portraying yourself to be a hero on an every other week basis…. And what the fuck did you do? Buried yourself. Do us a favor, stop off and get a shovel, so that we can just toss the dirt in and call it a day…”


” Listen, you two are neck deep up shit creek… In your world superheroes exist… In our world darkness always overcomes the light. We are degenerate super villains and in this clash of good - vs - evil… We win every time… While you have been over there on the bush-league show, we’ve continually raised the bar. Yet, you have the fucking audacity to say that we’ve done nothing. Bitch you need to wake up and take a real look around, your issue is that we’ve raised the bar so God damn high you or Cent can’t reach it. But to be fair… Centurion could never reach the brass ring to begin with…”


” Can we stop pretending that Ruby knows the first fucking when it comes to the two of us; they still think they’re dealing with Chris Page and Robert Main.”



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” Let’s try this one more time so that everyone can catch up and understand what’s going on with Cataclysm since we’ve already determined that paying attention isn’t a strong suit of anyone in this company. Chris Page and Robert Main are NOT showing up on Day Two of Relentless to successfully kick the shit out of the lame-ass duo known as Centurion and Ruby; The Beast and The Omega are the XWF World Tag Team Champions and have been the World Tag Team Champions the night we dethroned The Sick Cunts to claim our straps.”


” The Beast and The Omega is a deeper, darker personality altogether, and you would know that if you halfway paid attention to, I don’t know… Anything we’ve said in the past? This is the kind of oversite you’ve all made since day one. You all prepare for Chris Page and Robert Main, and fail to prepare for The Beast and The Omega… Watch the bouncing ball guys… This is something I’d expect from Chris Chaos… Now back to your simple-minded garbage… Therefore, we steamroll people like you… We work as a unit, and we do our research…”


” Something else this stupid empty-headed had to say; Chris gave her a run for her money at Leap of Faith… How? Chris didn’t compete against her at Leap of Faith, he removed himself from the match WAY beforehand when refusing to give Theo Pryce the Television Title, or did your lack of exploration miss that shit as well? “


” We all know people love to make up any, and everything in an attempt to throw us underneath the bus, but this shit is by far is the worst of the worst, and to think we initially thought Centurion was going to be the weak link… We might need to re-evaluate that. But then again you two can speak a few more times this week, so, I’m sure who is the bigger moron will fluctuate… Ruby you talk about the Anarchy Championship like it means something around here… Like you did something immense… There is nothing extraordinary about anything that you have done. That belt is like winning a game of corn hole at your uncles’ shitty barbecue, no one gives a shit… Or getting a lap dance from the stripper serving sloppy Joe’s at lunchtime… Sure people talked about it, everybody walking God’s green Earth cherishes an underdog story… Congratulations you’re the XWF’s very own “RUDY”… Look at the clout queen of the Twitter-verse ladies and gentlemen, while you were over there establishing order… We were racking up Championships and wrecking shop… ”


” Rubes, I want you to go back and re-watch your Leap of Faith Ladder Match, and then I want you to come back to us and explain how a guy that wasn’t there gave you such a run for your money… To spark enough interest enough in that feeble little mind of yours to fucking say, FUCK you’re . Another slight dig she tried to take was how Cataclysm hasn’t done anything with the Tag Titles…”



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” Wow, shocker there… It’s like Déjà vu or some shit…”


” I mean having an open contract that anyone can sign at any time wasn’t enough… But when you are on top of the mountain, it never is… They always uncover something to nitpick at… We’ve waited for folks to come to the grown-up table and take a seat with us… No one has… Now we’ve had to go out and force people to sign it. Listen up little cunt, let’s spell this out one more time for you… Do yourself a fucking favor, and smarten yourself up. You’ve been around since we won these straps back at March Madness and it took you six months to grow a pair and put pen to paper. What’s that say about you? Let’s take it a step further; not only have we had an open contract on the table that NOBODY has bothered to sign; and not because they didn’t want too, but because they’re afraid too… It wasn’t until here and now with you two, twats that someone has stepped to the plate and challenged… Then again, you’d know that if you paid attention to your surroundings.”


” Now let me backtrack for a second if I may… There were a few jackasses that tied to get a match… Well in on this one… See they thought the writing was on the wall… Everybody thought Cataclysm was an untroublesome target… We were double booked defending two, championships a piece… What they assumed was we’d be easy marks… Well, they thought wrong… See, we are not uneducated, we’ve been around the block a time or two… Adding another team or two to the mix would have stacked the odds against us… Not saying we couldn’t overcome the odds or anything, because we all know we’ve done that our entire careers… Plus rumor had it, you two wanted the match… That’s why we choose the ladder… A supposed legend and a want to be the hero everyone loves… That right there puts asses in seats, makes money, and adds to what we have been doing…Then come to Graves and Thunder Knuckles out from the shadows they’d been hiding in because they thought there was blood in the water… These two clowns assumed they’d hop in on this little party, pulling a quick one… These two minnows don’t have a clue… They know even Stevens we wipe the canvas with their asses… Plus they do nothing for us… Besides, add to the body count… That is it… We’ll get them soon enough… And after we defend against them, like everyone else they’ll have an excuse… Just like you two will… Now then Ruby if going undefeated as a tag team since November 2019 isn’t doing something then what is? Tell me, please… Is triumphantly defending the titles against any and every one the front office has thrown in our direction not doing something? Winning War games 2020 isn’t doing something and if snatching all the focus of any, and everyone within the federation isn’t doing something… Then I don’t know what is.”


” Chalk this shit up to inexperience when taking a seat at the grown folk's table because she gave me all of this in a twenty-second GoPro clip so imagine how I’ll rip her pussy apart when she gives me some real material to sink my teeth in.”


The Omega releases Barker's hand leering downward at his own hands covered in sticky scarlet… Omega makes as fist watching as the blood flowed over his fingers, the color etched into his mind as a sickness crawled inside him… He then steps away towards the camera… Barker again pleads for his life as The Beast tears off another nail…


” Ruby, this isn’t a dream, it’s not a fantasy… This is an unholy obscureness that’s going to consume you the mere moment you step off that boat and on to this island. While you and Centurion are off with your thumbs up each other’s asses we are here at Alcatraz becoming one with the unsympathetic playground that has been selected for us to dismember your bodies and snuff you out.”


The Omega steps back and the Beast steps forward handing The Omega the pliers soaked in blood.


” Do yourself a favor and instead of pretending you know what the fuck you’re talking about… Know what the fuck you’re talking about. This is some Peter Gilmour style of senselessness, and we’re just getting started. Anymore monumental fuck ups on your behalf will officially put this more out of reach for you than it already is. What you fail to realize is that when you step to us you must be on point, or it’s not even going to be close. If you’re trying to step out of the Anarchy spotlight and step into a greater one, you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot better than what you’ve done thus far… Because the mentality you’re showing is speaking volumes.”


” The look on her face when she realizes jumping into the deep end of the pool wasn’t the best of ideas is going to be priceless, it’s going to bring joy to my heart to hear her squeal, to smell her fear when she’s beaten to a bloody pulp.”


” It tells me; we’re leaving The Rock as we’ve entered…. Tag Team Champions.


” This is going to smoother than we thought… When we have the uneducated Ruby teaming with the wallow in his own self-pity Centurion.”


” Not sure why it’s so hard to believe he’s having a hard time for being one pathetic disappointment, but it’s not information people haven’t already given him. He watches his failure to Warstein and thinks to himself that he’s the greatest to never hold the Universal Title… When the dude made a run at beating fucking scrubs for months allowing that false sense of confidence build-up that he’s untouchable… And just like that…


The Beast snaps his fingers before he states.


” It’s gone.”


” Don’t feel bad about it Cent, you were simpleminded enough to believe your propaganda and it backfired on a grand scale… One of the biggest fuck ups of your career on one of the greatest pay-per-views of the year… What you should have never done was pretended that you could compete on a world-class level when the month before at War games Warstein skunked you just like I skunked him. My mind tells me that if you can’t beat the living daylights out of Shawn what makes you think you’re going to be able to touch The Omega? Robert thrashed Shawn in that Captains match and The Omega mutated Shawn at Wargames; both personalities you couldn’t touch with a ten-foot fucking poll… Even if you decided to get out of bed early and down an entire bag of Werther’s Originals in the process.”


” Maybe you’ll understand when your older when you’re wearing house slippers and watching a few episodes of Murder, She Wrote… I can see it now Centurion housing infinite amounts of Jell-O staring at his wall calendar… Yet, the guy thinks he’s in his prime… You know what doesn’t make a whole lot of sense?”


” What’s that?”


” On the one side you have Rubes saying we’ve not done anything with the Tag Titles and on the other side you have HER PARTNER saying that Cataclysm is so dominating and teams HAVE REFUSED to face them; which one is it? How can we do nothing as a team AND have teams scared shitless? Jesus Christ do these two greenhorns not know the emphasis on the word TEAM? You know, be on the same fucking page while reading the same book… This shit is stated within the first fifteen seconds of your promo’s.”


” Talk about a glaring error! But hey they wanted to make sure they covered both sides of the spectrum… Talk about having your cake and eating it too…”



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The Beast watched the blood fall from Barkers drenched hands oozing from where each of his fingernails used to be… Droplets that looked like rubies floated freely off his fingertips hitting the concrete floor below revealing its deadly beauty…


” Let’s not forget that even Centurion thinks he’s dealing with Chris and Robert…”


” I’m not rehashing that shit again. We all get it these two haven’t been paying attention… Water under the bridge man…”


” Agreed… They’ve both shown us already they’re not smarter than a fifth-grader. There’s nothing typical about what lays before you old man, and the sheer fact that you tried to spin Cataclysm not doing their homework on you is almost as funny as the notion you think you’re going to pull off some elaborate upset… Who the fuck you think you’re getting into a fight with boy? Tony Santos? Where exactly is he anyway?”


” Oh, I don’t know? Dude fell off the face of the fucking Earth… Better yet… Who the fuck cares!”


” My point exactly! Face the facts, Centurion, at one time you might have been good at best, but you never reached the tippy top because you’re just NOT good enough. The proof to that statement rests within you thinking that we’re going to underestimate you and your partner to the degree we would allow it to cost us the dynasty we’ve been building. Not hardly, see all we’re doing is pointing out the facts that you and Rubes are bringing a knife to a gunfight and you don’t even know who you’re dealing with.”


” You can never expect to rise above all the other victims when you’re making the same mistakes. Neither of you could wrestle with Robert or Chris for that matter and you damn sure aren’t going to be able to step into a no rules rough and tumble prize fight with the single most dominating force in the wrestling business…”


” That’s a fact.”


” Both of you had better get together, and get on the same page and do it like right fucking now… Your safety depends on it… You are already neck-deep and shit and each time you two open those mouths, it just gets deeper… As it stands right now you look like a couple of jobbers trying to convince the world that this dog and pony show you call underdogs is going to overcome an insurmountable challenge is a thing. Centurion if you believe for a split-second that slight tingle between your legs means anything because this match is at Relentless, you’re an idiot… I’d go get checked for dick cancer if I were you… What’s next you going to wish upon a shooting star? Maybe hit the local Dragon Hut and crack open a fortune cookie and take the advice seriously? Your only chance in this entire thing is to run like Bartholomew Henry Allen… Oh, that’s The Flash by the way… The problem we’re GODSPEED and REVERSE FLASH…”


” You two will not outrun us or hide.”


A brief pause from The Beast as he tosses the needle nose pliers off camera.


” No more fingernails… Now what?”


” We could break all his fingers, and then pull out his teeth one at a time…”


” Better idea… Let’s just flip the switch and get it over… I want him awake though… He needs to know what’s coming…


Omega nods slapping Barker several times… Then begins locking Barker in place with the leather straps attached to the chair… He chuckles to himself…


” I always knew there was something off about you… For nearly twenty fucking years you rode Chris Page's coattails… You took the limelight away from him, you stole from him… Everything that you have ever attained in your pathetic life was because of him… Now, time to finish this…”


” God please help me… I’ll never use someone again… God, please, if you hear me come to my aid…”


The Beast and The Omega make their way over to the control panel to the electric chair… The panic in Adam Barker begins to rise, building like an unstoppable boulder in the pit of his stomach. He cannot concentrate on anything else other than what Cataclysm is doing. The next step in his heart begins to beat stronger and accelerating by the second, adrenaline levels rise, his balls try to crawl up inside his body, and his brain starts to fire out every contradictory thought like a machine gun. The sweat starts beading up all over his body. The negative thoughts keep coming as the misunderstandings in Barkers become rapid and so unnerving that his brain once again shuts down his body. The Beast reaches for the lever to the electric chair then goes after Centurion and Ruby once more…


” You’re both lost causes and with each word, you spit you further hammer that point home. Our eyes are firmly open to whom we have to stand before us, and we welcome your challenge to take away our titles with open arms… But that’s where it ends. We’re going to do unto you like we’ve done unto so many others before you. You’re both about to find out that we aren’t anything nice to play with and in the process, you’re going to be forced to realize that neither of you is fooling anyone. You’ll both continue down the road of failure when faced with a legitimate fight. We aren’t playing under the thumb of confinements such as Anarchy and while things might be more “relaxed” to put things in Centurion's favor I certainly don’t see it.”


” What we do see are two individuals in the infancy of becoming a team, we see two, people that have never teamed before and who are not on the same page… We see rookie mistakes being made… This shit is comedy gold and amateur hour to boot… Your first opportunity as a team has landed you in the crosshairs of the most threatening team in the wrestling world since The Kings… Or dare I say Dr. D'Ville and Unknown Soldier… You two have a long road to travel to come close to reaching our level… Honestly, the two of you are not even on the level below us… The two of you don’t have the first fucking clue what awaits you on this Island.”


Barker begins to pray and The Beast begins pulling the lever.


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” For all those out there watching I want you to take a good long look at what Centurion and Ruby have done, and do the exact opposite because this level of failure belongs down in the bush leagues… then again, so do the both of you. Relentless Night Two the both of you are going to arrive on this island, and there’s a very good chance that you’ll both be staying on it as well. We are Cataclysm! We are the XWF World Tag Team Champions! We, are going to fucking own you!”


” And we’re going to leave Alcatraz still the World Tag Team Champions.”


” There’s pretty much nothing either of you is going to be able to do about it.”


” Run…”


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The callous came for the soul, the very thing Cataclysm could never regain. The Beast and The Omega came to take innocence and feel the diabolic euphoria rush through their veins as they sunk into the filth of numbness. Our Tag Team Champions were the zombies of the apocalypse they created in 2019, hardwired to annihilate others to feed their selfish addictions. Suddenly a muffled voice cries out…


” Please… I’ll… I’ll do anything… Chris, I’m… I’m… sorry… I’ll never betray you again…”


Barker struggled against the zip-ties holding him to the chair as uncongealed blood ran over the translucent plastic, crimson on white. Adam’s nose inundated with the nauseating scent of the sack that covered his head… His eyes strained for some sign of what was to come.


” Now you pay for your trespasses…”


Silence fills the air for a moment…


” Chris? Please…”


” I’m not Chris.”


Barker felt The Beasts fingers dig into his cheek before the plastic bag was ripped off… After all The Beast’s preparations, he felt like he'd earned his treat already. The abduction of Adam Barker itself was going perfectly. Cataclysm had been observing the dishonest double-dealing bastard for months, they knew Adams routines, where he lived and what was going on behind the scenes…


” Let’s bleed him out slowly…”


The Omega clenched his fist, the upward blow connects right underneath Adam Barker's chin… Barker slumps over in the electric chair as The Beast leans in lifting Barker back into a seated position…


” Oh, Adam we’re not finished…” He shouts. ” WAKE UP!”


Barker, groans in agony as the sweet taste of blood begins leaking around his pearly white teeth, and down over his cold lips… The Omega struck Barker once more this time in the stomach…


” Looks like our dear friend Adam has sprung a leak…”


” COUGH… COUGH… COUGH… Please… I’m begging for mercy… Don’t do this…”


” You want mercy? You should have gone to church…”


Barkers lip was mangled beyond repair; his shattered nose was caked in dried blood. The now browning blood had drizzled down Barker’s face… As the life fluid drained out of him in its garish red, his skin began to take on the complexion of a corpse. Barker's stomach felt sick as every muscle in his body seized, struggling to recover, to repair all the damage that had been dealt… He becomes unable to move with grace as his movements became jerkier by the second. Then one by one he lost control of his limbs until finally, his head slumped to one side. He could still hear Cataclysm, but he could no longer control his body.


” Looks like Barker’s out…”


” We’ve got plenty of time to deal with him… Let’s start the gutting of the flavors of the month shall we…”


In the background Barker begins to come too as Cataclysm watched the purple and yellow blotches scattered across his face like a disease… The bruise that had begun as a lavender stain above Adam’s eyebrow had sunk into the socket itself, and so now it had the appearance of a black eye. An ominous snicker is heard from The Omega… The Beast then proceeds.



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” Why do they continue to make this so unchallenging for us?”


The Beast glances towards The Omega who offers a straightforward answer.

” I guess paying attention isn’t common practice in the XWF anymore. I mean this is Centurion and Ruby after all… I wouldn’t consider either of them savants by any stretch of the imagination… But here we are playing chess, and these two airheaded are play checkers… We all know if Cent doesn’t get his daily dose of Geritol things to get a bit discombobulated upstairs… And Ruby doesn’t know her ass hole from a hole in the ground… ”


” It’s like we’re dealing with children.”


The Beast is none too pleased as The Omega begins to speak but is interrupted by Barker who utters.


” Gurgle… God, please help me…”


The Beast leans in whispering into Barker's ear.


” He can’t hear you… Pliers.”


” Pliers… Why… Wait… Wait… I’ll pay back everything that I’ve ever taken from you…”


Omega tosses The Beast a pair of rusted needle-nose pliers…


” Damn right you will…” Hold his hand Omega…”


” With pleasure…”


Omega holds Barker's hand in place as The Beast uses the pliers go grab a fingernail…


” No… NO…”


Barker tried to struggle… Off came one fingernail… As Barker screamed… It was the kind of scream that made the blood run cold.


” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”


” Can you do two things at once? The Beast nods dropping a fingernail to the floor. “ Okay, where do you want to start? Because this thing is a freaking whole Centurion, Ruby thing is a complete fucking mess…”


” I can’t wait any longer to eat Rubes soul after hearing what she had to say; and I can’t stress these next few points enough… Because it’s this amateur hour horse shit that completely explains why she’s jockeying the Main Event scene on Anarchy and not playing with the grown folks.”


The Beast pivots away from Barker slightly glaring into the camera ripping another one of Barker’s fingernails off as he speaks directly to Ruby.


” Disappointed doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about you. After I finished that polished turd you called a promo, I felt like I had a concussion. Everything that you said, translated into jack shit… You’re supposed to be using this as an opportunity to show your worth and shut the mouths of guys like us who look at you in that costume and laugh our asses off… Why… Because you are a fraud portraying yourself to be a hero on an every other week basis…. And what the fuck did you do? Buried yourself. Do us a favor, stop off and get a shovel, so that we can just toss the dirt in and call it a day…”


” Listen, you two are neck deep up shit creek… In your world superheroes exist… In our world darkness always overcomes the light. We are degenerate super villains and in this clash of good - vs - evil… We win every time… While you have been over there on the bush-league show, we’ve continually raised the bar. Yet, you have the fucking audacity to say that we’ve done nothing. Bitch you need to wake up and take a real look around, your issue is that we’ve raised the bar so God damn high you or Cent can’t reach it. But to be fair… Centurion could never reach the brass ring to begin with…”


” Can we stop pretending that Ruby knows the first fucking when it comes to the two of us; they still think they’re dealing with Chris Page and Robert Main.”



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” Let’s try this one more time so that everyone can catch up and understand what’s going on with Cataclysm since we’ve already determined that paying attention isn’t a strong suit of anyone in this company. Chris Page and Robert Main are NOT showing up on Day Two of Relentless to successfully kick the shit out of the lame-ass duo known as Centurion and Ruby; The Beast and The Omega are the XWF World Tag Team Champions and have been the World Tag Team Champions the night we dethroned The Sick Cunts to claim our straps.”


” The Beast and The Omega is a deeper, darker personality altogether, and you would know that if you halfway paid attention to, I don’t know… Anything we’ve said in the past? This is the kind of oversite you’ve all made since day one. You all prepare for Chris Page and Robert Main, and fail to prepare for The Beast and The Omega… Watch the bouncing ball guys… This is something I’d expect from Chris Chaos… Now back to your simple-minded garbage… Therefore, we steamroll people like you… We work as a unit, and we do our research…”


” Something else this stupid empty-headed had to say; Chris gave her a run for her money at Leap of Faith… How? Chris didn’t compete against her at Leap of Faith, he removed himself from the match WAY beforehand when refusing to give Theo Pryce the Television Title, or did your lack of exploration miss that shit as well? “


” We all know people love to make up any, and everything in an attempt to throw us underneath the bus, but this shit is by far is the worst of the worst, and to think we initially thought Centurion was going to be the weak link… We might need to re-evaluate that. But then again you two can speak a few more times this week, so, I’m sure who is the bigger moron will fluctuate… Ruby you talk about the Anarchy Championship like it means something around here… Like you did something immense… There is nothing extraordinary about anything that you have done. That belt is like winning a game of corn hole at your uncles’ shitty barbecue, no one gives a shit… Or getting a lap dance from the stripper serving sloppy Joe’s at lunchtime… Sure people talked about it, everybody walking God’s green Earth cherishes an underdog story… Congratulations you’re the XWF’s very own “RUDY”… Look at the clout queen of the Twitter-verse ladies and gentlemen, while you were over there establishing order… We were racking up Championships and wrecking shop… ”


” Rubes, I want you to go back and re-watch your Leap of Faith Ladder Match, and then I want you to come back to us and explain how a guy that wasn’t there gave you such a run for your money… To spark enough interest enough in that feeble little mind of yours to fucking say, FUCK you’re . Another slight dig she tried to take was how Cataclysm hasn’t done anything with the Tag Titles…”



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” Wow, shocker there… It’s like Déjà vu or some shit…”


” I mean having an open contract that anyone can sign at any time wasn’t enough… But when you are on top of the mountain, it never is… They always uncover something to nitpick at… We’ve waited for folks to come to the grown-up table and take a seat with us… No one has… Now we’ve had to go out and force people to sign it. Listen up little cunt, let’s spell this out one more time for you… Do yourself a fucking favor, and smarten yourself up. You’ve been around since we won these straps back at March Madness and it took you six months to grow a pair and put pen to paper. What’s that say about you? Let’s take it a step further; not only have we had an open contract on the table that NOBODY has bothered to sign; and not because they didn’t want too, but because they’re afraid too… It wasn’t until here and now with you two, twats that someone has stepped to the plate and challenged… Then again, you’d know that if you paid attention to your surroundings.”


” Now let me backtrack for a second if I may… There were a few jackasses that tied to get a match… Well in on this one… See they thought the writing was on the wall… Everybody thought Cataclysm was an untroublesome target… We were double booked defending two, championships a piece… What they assumed was we’d be easy marks… Well, they thought wrong… See, we are not uneducated, we’ve been around the block a time or two… Adding another team or two to the mix would have stacked the odds against us… Not saying we couldn’t overcome the odds or anything, because we all know we’ve done that our entire careers… Plus rumor had it, you two wanted the match… That’s why we choose the ladder… A supposed legend and a want to be the hero everyone loves… That right there puts asses in seats, makes money, and adds to what we have been doing…Then come to Graves and Thunder Knuckles out from the shadows they’d been hiding in because they thought there was blood in the water… These two clowns assumed they’d hop in on this little party, pulling a quick one… These two minnows don’t have a clue… They know even Stevens we wipe the canvas with their asses… Plus they do nothing for us… Besides, add to the body count… That is it… We’ll get them soon enough… And after we defend against them, like everyone else they’ll have an excuse… Just like you two will… Now then Ruby if going undefeated as a tag team since November 2019 isn’t doing something then what is? Tell me, please… Is triumphantly defending the titles against any and every one the front office has thrown in our direction not doing something? Winning War games 2020 isn’t doing something and if snatching all the focus of any, and everyone within the federation isn’t doing something… Then I don’t know what is.”


” Chalk this shit up to inexperience when taking a seat at the grown folk's table because she gave me all of this in a twenty-second GoPro clip so imagine how I’ll rip her pussy apart when she gives me some real material to sink my teeth in.”


The Omega releases Barker's hand leering downward at his own hands covered in sticky scarlet… Omega makes as fist watching as the blood flowed over his fingers, the color etched into his mind as a sickness crawled inside him… He then steps away towards the camera… Barker again pleads for his life as The Beast tears off another nail…


” Ruby, this isn’t a dream, it’s not a fantasy… This is an unholy obscureness that’s going to consume you the mere moment you step off that boat and on to this island. While you and Centurion are off with your thumbs up each other’s asses we are here at Alcatraz becoming one with the unsympathetic playground that has been selected for us to dismember your bodies and snuff you out.”


The Omega steps back and the Beast steps forward handing The Omega the pliers soaked in blood.


” Do yourself a favor and instead of pretending you know what the fuck you’re talking about… Know what the fuck you’re talking about. This is some Peter Gilmour style of senselessness, and we’re just getting started. Anymore monumental fuck ups on your behalf will officially put this more out of reach for you than it already is. What you fail to realize is that when you step to us you must be on point, or it’s not even going to be close. If you’re trying to step out of the Anarchy spotlight and step into a greater one, you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot better than what you’ve done thus far… Because the mentality you’re showing is speaking volumes.”


” The look on her face when she realizes jumping into the deep end of the pool wasn’t the best of ideas is going to be priceless, it’s going to bring joy to my heart to hear her squeal, to smell her fear when she’s beaten to a bloody pulp.”


” It tells me; we’re leaving The Rock as we’ve entered…. Tag Team Champions.


” This is going to smoother than we thought… When we have the uneducated Ruby teaming with the wallow in his own self-pity Centurion.”


” Not sure why it’s so hard to believe he’s having a hard time for being one pathetic disappointment, but it’s not information people haven’t already given him. He watches his failure to Warstein and thinks to himself that he’s the greatest to never hold the Universal Title… When the dude made a run at beating fucking scrubs for months allowing that false sense of confidence build-up that he’s untouchable… And just like that…


The Beast snaps his fingers before he states.


” It’s gone.”


” Don’t feel bad about it Cent, you were simpleminded enough to believe your propaganda and it backfired on a grand scale… One of the biggest fuck ups of your career on one of the greatest pay-per-views of the year… What you should have never done was pretended that you could compete on a world-class level when the month before at War games Warstein skunked you just like I skunked him. My mind tells me that if you can’t beat the living daylights out of Shawn what makes you think you’re going to be able to touch The Omega? Robert thrashed Shawn in that Captains match and The Omega mutated Shawn at Wargames; both personalities you couldn’t touch with a ten-foot fucking poll… Even if you decided to get out of bed early and down an entire bag of Werther’s Originals in the process.”


” Maybe you’ll understand when your older when you’re wearing house slippers and watching a few episodes of Murder, She Wrote… I can see it now Centurion housing infinite amounts of Jell-O staring at his wall calendar… Yet, the guy thinks he’s in his prime… You know what doesn’t make a whole lot of sense?”


” What’s that?”


” On the one side you have Rubes saying we’ve not done anything with the Tag Titles and on the other side you have HER PARTNER saying that Cataclysm is so dominating and teams HAVE REFUSED to face them; which one is it? How can we do nothing as a team AND have teams scared shitless? Jesus Christ do these two greenhorns not know the emphasis on the word TEAM? You know, be on the same fucking page while reading the same book… This shit is stated within the first fifteen seconds of your promo’s.”


” Talk about a glaring error! But hey they wanted to make sure they covered both sides of the spectrum… Talk about having your cake and eating it too…”



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The Beast watched the blood fall from Barkers drenched hands oozing from where each of his fingernails used to be… Droplets that looked like rubies floated freely off his fingertips hitting the concrete floor below revealing its deadly beauty…


” Let’s not forget that even Centurion thinks he’s dealing with Chris and Robert…”


” I’m not rehashing that shit again. We all get it these two haven’t been paying attention… Water under the bridge man…”


” Agreed… They’ve both shown us already they’re not smarter than a fifth-grader. There’s nothing typical about what lays before you old man, and the sheer fact that you tried to spin Cataclysm not doing their homework on you is almost as funny as the notion you think you’re going to pull off some elaborate upset… Who the fuck you think you’re getting into a fight with boy? Tony Santos? Where exactly is he anyway?”


” Oh, I don’t know? Dude fell off the face of the fucking Earth… Better yet… Who the fuck cares!”


” My point exactly! Face the facts, Centurion, at one time you might have been good at best, but you never reached the tippy top because you’re just NOT good enough. The proof to that statement rests within you thinking that we’re going to underestimate you and your partner to the degree we would allow it to cost us the dynasty we’ve been building. Not hardly, see all we’re doing is pointing out the facts that you and Rubes are bringing a knife to a gunfight and you don’t even know who you’re dealing with.”


” You can never expect to rise above all the other victims when you’re making the same mistakes. Neither of you could wrestle with Robert or Chris for that matter and you damn sure aren’t going to be able to step into a no rules rough and tumble prize fight with the single most dominating force in the wrestling business…”


” That’s a fact.”


” Both of you had better get together, and get on the same page and do it like right fucking now… Your safety depends on it… You are already neck-deep and shit and each time you two open those mouths, it just gets deeper… As it stands right now you look like a couple of jobbers trying to convince the world that this dog and pony show you call underdogs is going to overcome an insurmountable challenge is a thing. Centurion if you believe for a split-second that slight tingle between your legs means anything because this match is at Relentless, you’re an idiot… I’d go get checked for dick cancer if I were you… What’s next you going to wish upon a shooting star? Maybe hit the local Dragon Hut and crack open a fortune cookie and take the advice seriously? Your only chance in this entire thing is to run like Bartholomew Henry Allen… Oh, that’s The Flash by the way… The problem we’re GODSPEED and REVERSE FLASH…”


” You two will not outrun us or hide.”


A brief pause from The Beast as he tosses the needle nose pliers off camera.


” No more fingernails… Now what?”


” We could break all his fingers, and then pull out his teeth one at a time…”


” Better idea… Let’s just flip the switch and get it over… I want him awake though… He needs to know what’s coming…


Omega nods slapping Barker several times… Then begins locking Barker in place with the leather straps attached to the chair… He chuckles to himself…


” I always knew there was something off about you… For nearly twenty fucking years you rode Chris Page's coattails… You took the limelight away from him, you stole from him… Everything that you have ever attained in your pathetic life was because of him… Now, time to finish this…”


” God please help me… I’ll never use someone again… God, please, if you hear me come to my aid…”


The Beast and The Omega make their way over to the control panel to the electric chair… The panic in Adam Barker begins to rise, building like an unstoppable boulder in the pit of his stomach. He cannot concentrate on anything else other than what Cataclysm is doing. The next step in his heart begins to beat stronger and accelerating by the second, adrenaline levels rise, his balls try to crawl up inside his body, and his brain starts to fire out every contradictory thought like a machine gun. The sweat starts beading up all over his body. The negative thoughts keep coming as the misunderstandings in Barkers become rapid and so unnerving that his brain once again shuts down his body. The Beast reaches for the lever to the electric chair then goes after Centurion and Ruby once more…


” You’re both lost causes and with each word, you spit you further hammer that point home. Our eyes are firmly open to whom we have to stand before us, and we welcome your challenge to take away our titles with open arms… But that’s where it ends. We’re going to do unto you like we’ve done unto so many others before you. You’re both about to find out that we aren’t anything nice to play with and in the process, you’re going to be forced to realize that neither of you is fooling anyone. You’ll both continue down the road of failure when faced with a legitimate fight. We aren’t playing under the thumb of confinements such as Anarchy and while things might be more “relaxed” to put things in Centurion's favor I certainly don’t see it.”


” What we do see are two individuals in the infancy of becoming a team, we see two, people that have never teamed before and who are not on the same page… We see rookie mistakes being made… This shit is comedy gold and amateur hour to boot… Your first opportunity as a team has landed you in the crosshairs of the most threatening team in the wrestling world since The Kings… Or dare I say Dr. D'Ville and Unknown Soldier… You two have a long road to travel to come close to reaching our level… Honestly, the two of you are not even on the level below us… The two of you don’t have the first fucking clue what awaits you on this Island.”


Barker begins to pray and The Beast begins pulling the lever.


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” For all those out there watching I want you to take a good long look at what Centurion and Ruby have done, and do the exact opposite because this level of failure belongs down in the bush leagues… then again, so do the both of you. Relentless Night Two the both of you are going to arrive on this island, and there’s a very good chance that you’ll both be staying on it as well. We are Cataclysm! We are the XWF World Tag Team Champions! We, are going to fucking own you!”


” And we’re going to leave Alcatraz still the World Tag Team Champions.”


” There’s pretty much nothing either of you is going to be able to do about it.”


” Run…”


:::::To Be Continued::::

]]> <![CDATA[Off with her head/ She dies in the end]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38276 Wed, 23 Sep 2020 08:56:36 -0700 Ash Quinn]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38276
Walking in the door my brother was in the grand hallway to meet me.

"Ashley! What brings you home?" He asked with obvious fake love and enthusiasm.

"I needed to see Da's grave. I've been going through a lot lately and I can't stop thinking of the advice he used to give me and the stories he would tell. The old fairie tales, not the sweet and sappy Disney versions."

"Da did always tell the greatest tales right in front of the fire didn't he?"

"Please brother, you never sat still long enough to hear a whole story. You were always following then nanny or maid around as soon as you saw them." I said seething with hatred. "Point being, I won't be here for long, I have a huge match in my new endeavor."

"Oh yea, that wrestling Shiite. Well here's good luck your way. When you're done you know the way out."

I shake my head, Love you too bro. He has become as cold as Mother if not worse. I make my way across our land to the family burial plots. I stop briefly at Mum's whispering how much I did care about and love her even though her hatred was even able to be felt after her death. I then made my way over to Da's headstone kneeling down on one knee, placing the single rose on the top of his headstone.

"Da I know it's been a long time since I visited. Too long really, but I've really been needing to hear your advice and your stories. I've started something new and even though you ain't here I can just picture you, cigar in your mouth asking me if it was a wise decision. I would tell you, eyes bright with tears that yes, yes and you will be so proud."

I put my hand on the cold stone almost being able to feel him here with me.

"I canne help but think about the stories of Alice and the Queen of Hearts and Little red riding hood you used to tell me in front of that big stone hearth years ago, I would hang on your every word knowing the whole story almost by heart, but loving it coming from you."

I cross myself and kiss my fingertips touching the damp stone.

"Love ya Da"

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Oh Jenny dearie here we go again. I have to ask you one question. Have you ever heard the story of Alice in Wonderland? Not the crappy Disney version, but the Lewis Carrol Tale. Much like you, there was a Queen, The Queen of Heats. Much like you, she was loud and blustery, always screaming "Off with her head". She would turn red screaming at anyone who would listen, expecting things to go just as she planned. Once she met Alice she put all her focus, all her energy into defeating her. What did Alice do though, you may ask. She defeated not only a giant monster but knocked the obnoxious Queen affa her high hoarse to boot. Shut her right down.

Like I said you are much like that Queen. Blowin' your hot air to anyone that will hear about how I am meh, or mediocre. Let me tell you I may not have shown out fer our first go around. I fully intended to whip you around that ring and show you wha the new girl was all about. I obviously fell short that day. We find us looking across the ring at each other again, and I will tell you this time will not be like the last. Not by a long shot. Just like Alice I will knock the Queen off her ladder, literally this time! I have told you multiple times I will not be brushed off I will not be pushed to the side. I will make sure your overpainted face is focused right on me. I will prove to the world that you are a paper champion, just a place holder till Ash snatches glory from your hands.


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Ahh the "Huntress", don't think I forgot about you, Missy. You too overlook me say I am full of fear. Fear is the furthest thing from my mind, honestly. I am rarely afraid of anything especially you hun. I have to ask you a similar question as I asked Jen. Have you ever heard the story of Red Riding Hood? The real story. My Da, rest his soul, used to tell me this story all the time. It was not a story with a happy ending, unfortunately. Especially not for the Hunter. You see he was attacked by wolves and killed in cold blood. Much like said wolves, I plan on destroying you and leaving nothing but a bloody battered body in my wake. Then as both of you lie crumpled at my feet I will climb every rung of that ladder and take what is mine!! Easily enough the so-called hunted fearful prey, will show you it's teeth and remind you just who is hunted for sport. One win, bah. That does not scare me in the least!! I will make it well known I will get my first win, a title win no less, without a bunch of sweaty nutsacks waiting to run down and help me win.

All in all ladies, you can call me every name in the book and throw the book at me for all I care but I will prove you wrong. Scared and mediocre are far from what I personify. They are far from what lies in this bonny lass's heart. You may be hungry like the wolf, but I am a Survivor. I've got the Touch. I've got the Power!!

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Walking in the door my brother was in the grand hallway to meet me.

"Ashley! What brings you home?" He asked with obvious fake love and enthusiasm.

"I needed to see Da's grave. I've been going through a lot lately and I can't stop thinking of the advice he used to give me and the stories he would tell. The old fairie tales, not the sweet and sappy Disney versions."

"Da did always tell the greatest tales right in front of the fire didn't he?"

"Please brother, you never sat still long enough to hear a whole story. You were always following then nanny or maid around as soon as you saw them." I said seething with hatred. "Point being, I won't be here for long, I have a huge match in my new endeavor."

"Oh yea, that wrestling Shiite. Well here's good luck your way. When you're done you know the way out."

I shake my head, Love you too bro. He has become as cold as Mother if not worse. I make my way across our land to the family burial plots. I stop briefly at Mum's whispering how much I did care about and love her even though her hatred was even able to be felt after her death. I then made my way over to Da's headstone kneeling down on one knee, placing the single rose on the top of his headstone.

"Da I know it's been a long time since I visited. Too long really, but I've really been needing to hear your advice and your stories. I've started something new and even though you ain't here I can just picture you, cigar in your mouth asking me if it was a wise decision. I would tell you, eyes bright with tears that yes, yes and you will be so proud."

I put my hand on the cold stone almost being able to feel him here with me.

"I canne help but think about the stories of Alice and the Queen of Hearts and Little red riding hood you used to tell me in front of that big stone hearth years ago, I would hang on your every word knowing the whole story almost by heart, but loving it coming from you."

I cross myself and kiss my fingertips touching the damp stone.

"Love ya Da"

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Oh Jenny dearie here we go again. I have to ask you one question. Have you ever heard the story of Alice in Wonderland? Not the crappy Disney version, but the Lewis Carrol Tale. Much like you, there was a Queen, The Queen of Heats. Much like you, she was loud and blustery, always screaming "Off with her head". She would turn red screaming at anyone who would listen, expecting things to go just as she planned. Once she met Alice she put all her focus, all her energy into defeating her. What did Alice do though, you may ask. She defeated not only a giant monster but knocked the obnoxious Queen affa her high hoarse to boot. Shut her right down.

Like I said you are much like that Queen. Blowin' your hot air to anyone that will hear about how I am meh, or mediocre. Let me tell you I may not have shown out fer our first go around. I fully intended to whip you around that ring and show you wha the new girl was all about. I obviously fell short that day. We find us looking across the ring at each other again, and I will tell you this time will not be like the last. Not by a long shot. Just like Alice I will knock the Queen off her ladder, literally this time! I have told you multiple times I will not be brushed off I will not be pushed to the side. I will make sure your overpainted face is focused right on me. I will prove to the world that you are a paper champion, just a place holder till Ash snatches glory from your hands.


[Image: images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcS8b5-D6Ox2uO8k_e4t9...w&usqp=CAU]

Ahh the "Huntress", don't think I forgot about you, Missy. You too overlook me say I am full of fear. Fear is the furthest thing from my mind, honestly. I am rarely afraid of anything especially you hun. I have to ask you a similar question as I asked Jen. Have you ever heard the story of Red Riding Hood? The real story. My Da, rest his soul, used to tell me this story all the time. It was not a story with a happy ending, unfortunately. Especially not for the Hunter. You see he was attacked by wolves and killed in cold blood. Much like said wolves, I plan on destroying you and leaving nothing but a bloody battered body in my wake. Then as both of you lie crumpled at my feet I will climb every rung of that ladder and take what is mine!! Easily enough the so-called hunted fearful prey, will show you it's teeth and remind you just who is hunted for sport. One win, bah. That does not scare me in the least!! I will make it well known I will get my first win, a title win no less, without a bunch of sweaty nutsacks waiting to run down and help me win.

All in all ladies, you can call me every name in the book and throw the book at me for all I care but I will prove you wrong. Scared and mediocre are far from what I personify. They are far from what lies in this bonny lass's heart. You may be hungry like the wolf, but I am a Survivor. I've got the Touch. I've got the Power!!

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