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December 4, 2023

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WELLS FARGO CENTER

PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA

Pyro explodes over a loud and boisterous Philadelphia crowd as we’re joined by the voice of Madness, the man known simply as Jacuinde.

JC: Welcome everyone to the sold out Wells Fargo Center! We are LIVE in the City of Brotherly Love! The birthplace of freedom! And THIS! IS! MADNESS!

The cameras pan the excited crowd before settling at ringside on the announce team.

JC: Hello everyone and welcome! I am Jacuinde and alongside me as always, my broadcast colleague, Damon Riggs. Damon, in what might be the top story on Monday nights, last Madness Icon Statys won the tag team titles in a match that was originally a non-title bout. Which I’d venture to guess that you had something to do with.

DR: I resent that tone, Jacuinde! I resent the fact that you only think I had something to do with it. Hell yeah, I had everything to do with it.

JC: I can’t say I’m surprised…

DR: Look, my job is to look for opportunities. I saw Thaddeus Duke was concussed! I saw an opportunity to pull some strings and see if we could get him to agree to something that he otherwise might not have. I texted Sahara and…

JC: You gamed the system. That’s all you need to say.

DR: You’re absolutely right I did. And I don’t feel bad for it.

JC: Damon, hold that thought!

DR: I was finished.

JC: We’re set to be joined here on Madness by Sean Parker!

“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity starts to play throughout the arena and moments later, Sean Parker comes out onto the stage to a loud chorus of cheers. Sean doesn’t look his usual energetic self as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping the odd hand with the fans along the front row as he does. After climbing into the ring, he’s handed a microphone. Before he can bring it to his mouth to speak, the crowd begin chanting for him which draws an involuntary smile from the Sky Assassin. He holds up an acknowledging hand.

JC: At Fire & Ice in Sean Parker’s home country of Scotland, he and Thaddeus Duke had a hell of a match!

DR: Tell the people who won, Jacuinde!

JC: Thaddeus Duke secured that victory but it was not without controversy!

Sean: Thanks you guys, I appreciate that…so as you all know, things didn’t exactly go my way at Fire and Ice. I wanted to have the match of a lifetime in my home country, I wanted to experience the joys of having my name called as the winner in front of all my friends and my family. But life isn’t always fair…and I came up short.

Sean stops for a moment, leaning on the top rope. He looks almost solemn, running a hand through his hair before he speaks again.

Sean: Thaddeus Duke and I went from being friendly with each other, to challenging each other to a match, to agreeing to a match to sneak attacking each other.

Sean turns and looks into the hard cam.

Sean: Thad, you claimed all this was just business…well it wasn’t business to me! I had the match of my career against Chris Page and you decided to attack me at my most vulnerable and kick my fucking head off, claiming it was business, that it wasn’t personal. It was personal to me, Thad! That match we had in Edinburgh? That was supposed to be you and I, two gifted competitors going out there, one-on-one, no bullshit and putting on a match for the ages but you ruined that, Thad and I’ll never forgive you for that.

Sean again stops, feeling the emotion bubbling in him and the crowd again start chanting for him. When the chants settle down, he lifts the mic up once more.

Sean: So…what’s next for me? Kevin Mears? Penelope and the World Championship? Do I find myself a partner and go for the tag titles? To be honest, I really don’t know what the future holds for me but-

JC: Ho-ho-hoooo! Here comes the Monster, Enigma!

DR: The United States Champion! Undefeated here on Madness!

Suddenly, Sean is cut-off as “Night of the Wolf” by Nox Arcana starts to play and Sean’s gaze is drawn towards the stage, a confused look on his face. After a few seconds, the reigning XWF United States Champion, Enigma materializes onto the stage. The championship belt rests over one broad and muscled shoulder and he reaches up to adjust where it sits, as if to draw attention to it against the black hoodie he’s got on. In the other hand, he’s got a microphone and he stops partway down the ramp, lifting it to his lips as the music dies down.

ENIGMA: Pardon my rudeness – I know you were having a nice little heart-to-heart moment here with your devoted public.

The sarcasm is thick enough in his words even though there’s a smile on his lips.

ENIGMA: Couldn’t help but overhear that you’re at a crossroads. What to do… what to do? Funny how we have that desire in common, isn’t it? If it’s not too much overstepping on your moment here… I have a suggestion.

He pats the championship belt for emphasis, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd.

ENIGMA: I realize the irony of interrupting you for this offer. We would have already had this, if Kieran King hadn’t beaten me to the punch. So, what do you think, Parker? Would you like to join the dance of the damned?

Sean’s demeanor completely changes as he leans on the top rope.

Sean: Name the time and the place, big man and you’ve got yourself a match!

JC: Here comes the General Manager!

DR: Word is, he hates that title.

JC: What the hell does he wanna be called then?

DR: Probably just Thad.

As Thaddeus Duke hits the stage to a chorus of boos, Parker rolls his eyes in the ring. Enigma just kind of takes it all in stride. Thad makes his way to the ring, entering without a second thought.

Look what they do to you, look what they do to me…

His theme fades out.

I have… so much to say.

Thad and Parker come face to face, almost nose to nose.

I’m not sorry, Sean Parker.

Insert crowd hate here.

I did what I did because you needed to learn. Sean, you’ve been in this business long enough but you kinda kept yourself in a small little bubble. In my bubble… it’s as real as it gets and it was just business. You can stand here bitching and moaning and complaining about the way things should’ve been but Sean… I’m not blaming you for the concussion you gave me two weeks ago.

You should take what I did as a compliment, really.

See, I know how good you are. Hell, you’re better than even you give yourself credit for but did you really think you were gonna get my best straight up effort when I was concussed and not cleared to compete? Sean, I’d have loved to give you a five star match without all the bullshit and shenanigans but I had to do what I had to do just to have a shot at stealing that victory.

Thad steps away from Parker and starts to pace.

I told you not long after we first met that you should watch who you call friends. You and I both know that even though we’re opponents on a card, that doesn’t mean that back there behind that curtain, friendships don’t form. I need you to look inside yourself, I need you to ask yourself why an actual garbage human being like Matt Knox would clutch his pearls in regards to how I beat you.

It wasn’t the ‘how’ that was Matt Knox’s problem.

It was the ‘who’.

Not me, not even you.

Chris Page stood in my corner that night. Pardon the overused cliche, but Chris Page lives it Matt Knox’s head, rent free. Knox took up for you not because of me, not because of you, but because Chris Page was present.

That’s the only reason. Think about that.

Thad pauses a moment.

Now… since y’all are out here tryna play GM and make matches. Here’s what we’re gonna do. In two weeks in Pittsburgh before we go to Fallout, the United States title will be on the line. The big man Enigma will defend his title against Sean Parker.

JC: That’s huge news!

DR: That is a main event caliber match if I’ve ever heard one!

It won’t be one on one though. See, there’s a man that has been twiddling his thumbs on the Madness brand since the moment he first signed with Madness and he’s been doing it since he re-signed. I’m gonna rectify a big wrong right now because Enigma will defend his championship in a triple threat match against both Sean Parker……………. And Kevin Mears!

Thad’s theme plays again as he tosses the mic to the ring announcer and slings himself over the ropes to the floor.

JC: A triple threat for the United States title is now official! Enigma will defend against Sean Parker and Kevin Mears and there’s no doubt in my mind, that match alone will be worth the price of admission!

DR: Two weeks before Fallout and it’s game changing sort of match that we’ll see LIVE on Madness!

JC: We have so much more to get to tonight, so stay with us!

Returning from break, the show cuts to the back just outside the locker room of the “California Dreamgirl” Carmen Santana before a fist knocks on the door. The voice is a familiar one who doesn’t particularly wait for an invitation before that hand turns the knob.

Voice: I’m coming in…cover whatever you need to!

That was the voice of Kevin Mears as he let himself into the locker room, finding the dream girl inside and Carmen was luckily already dressed in her ring gear. Getting the clothes on was never the part that took that long. She was however, in the middle of applying the final touches of eye makeup. Though the sudden visitor surprised her, she was ever the professional and her hand stayed calm and steady. After a few moments to inspect her handiwork, the California upstart finally turned to face him. It was clear by her expression she hadn’t expected to see him.

Carmen: Slow Twitch Day? Bored at home? You’re the one who told me never show up for free.

Kevin: You do nothing for free. But the fact I was having a little vacation on Catalina Island in your home state till I hopped a flight here to show you I had your back tonight despite not getting paid a dime to be here. Where’s the appreciation?

The two would share a chuckle.

Carmen: For me?

She let out a playful “shocked” gasp and flipped her hair.

Kevin: Well I mean if you’d rather I leave…

He turns back towards the door, giving her time to discourage him as he grabs the doorknob.

She would pop up and put a hand on his wrist to stop him.

Carmen: You cut your vacation short to come support me, I’d be a real monster to shoo you away, wouldn’t I?

Kevin: To be fair, I’m going right back anyway. I know you got Johnny Miami tonight, and he’s got probably the worst record in the sport. You probably didn’t need the support, but here I am anyway. I think that should count for something.

The blonde would nod her head and offer a reassuring smile.

Carmen: You’re right, it does.

Carmen had only met Kevin recently but gathered that he was more than a bit self-important. She didn’t want to immediately play into his hands.

Carmen: Thanks, Kev.

Kevin: You’re welcome. Besides that, I also learned about the next show. We’ll be in front of the dumbest fans on Earth in Pittsburgh, but the bright spot is yours truly is in a triple threat for the US Championship against Enigma and Sean Parker. This is despite the fact that I just pinned the guy challenging for the World title tonight on the last show. You remember the guy who couldn’t get his eye shadow in order?

This indeed was new information for Carmen. Truthfully, she often just looked at her own business rather than everyone else’s. She too was confused.

Carmen: That doesn’t add up to me.

Kevin: Welcome to XWF! Anyway, the reason I am bringing it up is because I want you to be in the corner for me that night. I should be challenging for the World title since I just beat the challenger tonight, but apparently that puts me in line for the US title. It doesn’t make sense, but…as long as the checks clear, like I told you.

Carmen would be lying if the catch was a complete surprise. Kev was a schemer. He rarely did things if there was no benefit to him.

Carmen: You have a deal.

Kevin: Excellent. Now…go smoke this joker. You’ll probably be the first woman he’s touched that didn’t make sure he left the money on the nightstand. Then we’ll get out of here, what do you think?

Carmen sighed.

Carmen: Like you say, check still clears…

She wasn’t thrilled about having to bother with Johnny. He gave off a really sleazy energy.

Carmen: Gonna have to shower twice first or else Johnny’s spray tan is going to pollute the island water.

Kevin: I’d double up on the body wash before you leave. God only knows where his hands have been and he’s gonna have to touch you so…

Santana gives him a “Why would you bring that up?” disturbed look. She looks grossed out and uneasy. She’s the one to open the door, gesturing and pointing out into the hall.

Carmen: Okay now you can leave.

She now moves her gaze from Kevin to the camera.

Carmen: Yeah, you too. Out.

Kevin glanced towards the camera operator and pointed to the door before following him out as he was apparently talking to the guy now.

Kevin: Here I had some advice for her, but that’s cool. I don’t remember inviting you to follow me back here anyway.

The cameraman left the room. The idea of advice changed Carmen’s mind, pulling Kevin back inside, but slamming the door in the camera’s face

JC: I don’t know what, if anything, is going on between those two, but Carmen Santana is in action when we come back! Stay with us!

JC: Welcome back here on Madness! Damon, Carmen Santana one on one with Johnny Miami. What do you got for us?

DR: Johnny Miami is a known commodity. Anytime he’s on the card, we know exactly what we’re getting. Conversely, with Carmen Santana, she’s been on a roll of late. She stumbled out of the gate here on Madness but has since turned up the heat. She might’ve come up short in her bid for the X-Division title, but Carmen Santana has a bright future here on Monday nights!

RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Miami Florida…

The arena tron shows a shadowy silhouette against a California sunset. The arena lights go down, a dreamlike fog rains down from the ceiling as the lights come back on with a red tint as Carmen Santana emerges. She invites audience members to “keep dreaming”.

RA: From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 134lbs, she is the California Dreamgirl! CARMEEEEENN! SAAAAAANTANAAAAAA!!

She deliberately makes sure to stay out of reach of any common fans as she struts down to the ring. She gets into the ring slowly, about two seconds straddled on the middle rope and leaned forward.

JC: Like her, love her or hate her, Carmen Santana is fast becoming a major player here on Madness!

DR: Definitely in the like column!

Johnny Miami
- vs -
Carmen Santana

The opening moments saw a flurry of fast-paced action, with Johnny Miami impressing the crowd with his flashy moves. A Pele Kick from Miami caught Carmen off guard, but Santana responded with a lightning-quick dropkick. The exchange of strikes and acrobatic moves set the tone for a thrilling encounter.

As the match progressed, Miami attempted to ground Santana with his technical style. He would apply a Calf Crusher submission but Santana resiliently held on and managed to get to the ropes. He would keep his momentum going though, following up by hitting Carmen with a Cliffhanger DDT and securing a nearfall in the process.

However, Carmen Santana would fight her way back into the fray, turning the tide by nailing Johnny with a snap armdrag before sending him for an Irish whip and catching him flush on the jaw with a leaping Calf Kick that caught Miami by surprise.

Both wrestlers would soon utilize the corners to their advantage. Miami attempted a Corner Splash, but Santana countered, getting out of the way at the last moment, nailing Johnny with several chest chops before administering a blatant foot choke and taking him down with a codebreaker. This would also result in Santana forcing a nearfall from a subsequent pinfall attempt.

Aerial offense soon became a focal point as the match reached its climax. Miami, known for his high-risk offense, went to execute a jaw-dropping Spiral Tap, but Santana dodged the attack, responding with a Springboard Codebreaker that stunned Miami.

This proved to be a pivotal moment in the flow of the match. With precision, Santana grabbed Johnny and rolled through, splatting him face-first with the "Santana Champagne. The momentum continued with the "SoCal Sunburn," as Carmen flipped through the air, executing her breathtaking 450 Splash from the top rope.

Not content with this, Santana would follow up, nailing Miami with the "Hit in Hollywood" sequence that completely laid Miami out. The subsequent pinfall was academic as the referee counted to three and Carmen’s hand was raised in victory.

WINNER: Carmen Santana by pinfall (6:16)

JC: Santana goes to the proverbial pay window yet again!

DR: This did exactly what it was designed to do, Jacuinde! Showcase an incredible talent like Carmen Santana. I’ve sung her praises for weeks and I’ll continue to do so.

JC: Madness returns in a few moments! Keep it here!

The events take place at a show the day before Madness

We see Hayley Fien walking out of her match with Gabe Khane. It appears that she’s not happy about the events that transpired beforehand. She goes into her locker room, grabs her stuff, and tries to head out, but is stopped by a voice.

VOICE: “We need to talk”.

Hayley sees who it is and it’s none other than Meagan Hughes, her former teacher of when she trained her. Meagan has her arms folded.

Hayley Fien: You need to get the hell out of my way before I make you get the hell out of my way!

Meagan stops her right there, and looks at her.

Meagan Hughes: See this is the issue that Minka Valeria’s been saying all along. You are too caught up in a mess right now that she thinks that she could get the best of you in this match up and become X-Division Champion.

Hayley eyes Meagan and tries to move, but again, Meagan blocks her.

Hayley Fien: And what? You think she’s going to defeat me because I am not in the right state of mind? Especially what happened this week along with Drake Hemingway also trying to get in my head? Stop being a savor for once, Meagan, because this shit’s not happening.

Meagan keeps her eyes on Hayley.

Hayley Fien: You think I act like I’m stupid, knowing what Minka’s trying to do. She’s trying to get in my head and play these games, stating that I am not “emotionally there” to be champion. Meagan, I’ve defended this championship a total of 5 successful times, and guess what they ended up being?

Meagan Hughes: I know, extreme rules matches where you dubbed yourself the “Queen of the Extreme Rules” match in XWF. I’ve been watching after you were told that if you want to “steal” a championship, you better prove yourself.

Meagan eyes her up and down.

Meagan Hughes: And that’s what you need to do with Minka this week on the show. Everyone that she faced off against, she tried to get in their head. You know what’s going on, especially what she did a couple of weeks ago to Clarssa.

Hayley nods and keeps her eyes on Meagan.

Meagan Hughes: You need to channel that into your match this week.

Hayley Fien: And that’s what I plan on doing. I’m getting very fucking sick and tired of everyone thinking I am too “emotional” to be champion and I am too weak to handle everything. Look what happened to them? They all fell apart when going against me in these types of matches.

She licks her lips.

Hayley Fien: And if Minka wants to play this game to see who SHOULD be champion by the end of the night, it’s more than likely NOT going to be her!

Hayley keeps her eyes on her trainer.

Hayley Fien: She’s going to realize that tormenting me was the LAST thing she ever wanted to do in her entire life! I don’t care what business she runs, who supports her and so forth, Minka Valeria will learn to RESPECT Hayley Fien at the end of the night! I am not letting up this championship for NOBODY, especially her!

She keeps her eyes focused on Meagan still without blinking.

Hayley Fien: Now as for Drake Hemingway? Once I retain this championship, I have an offer for him that he cannot refuse at all!

She brushes Meagan out of the way and leaves the building. Meagan eyes her with Hayley now nowhere insight.

JC: Footage from another show, but Hayley Fien, as she’s done for months, defends the X-Division Championship here tonight against Madness upstart Minka Valeria!

DR: Hayley Fien has proven herself as a worthy champion, Jacuinde! Despite how she came into possession of it, she is the champion and she deserves recognition of that!

JC: No doubt about that, Damon. Week in and week out, no matter who is in front of her, she find a way to defeat them. She’ll defend the X-Division title in just a little bit, but for now, we’ll pay some bills. Stay with us.

JC: Back here on Madness and Damon, up next is a match put together by the booker man that sees the former friends, former tag team champions on opposite sides in Gabriel Landry and Eren Hunt.

DR: Listen, Hunt and Landry were great tag team champions. They defended at will, they beat everyone, they proved to be great champions. But at some point, the winds shifted and Gabriel Landry decided Eren Hunt was an anchor rather than an asset.

JC: Landry turned his back on Eren Hunt and we’ve yet to see them square up one on one. On the flip side of that coin, also involved in this next match is a pair of men that are no strangers to one another. All the way back in September at Relentless, Elijah Copeland made certain Chris Mosh would not complete his grand slam quest as he cost osh his title opportunity against Enigma.

DR: The two met one on one at the 5th of November and it was Elijah Copeland picking up the cheap victory over Mosh and it has not sat well with him.

JC: As ordered by Thaddeus Duke, this one is tornado tag team rules. Randy?

RA: The following contest is a Tornado Tag Team Match! Scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

“Walking On A Dream” by Empire Of The Sun plays. Gabriel Landry walks out.

RA: From Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing 205lbs, GABRIEL LAAAANDRYYYY!!

He stands by the entrance way soaking in the atmosphere. He bolts down to the ring with a sense of enthusiasm. Sliding under the bottom rope, once inside the ring he kips up. He ascends to the second turnbuckle to play to the booing crowd. He does a backflip. Walks to the middle of the ring. He continues to get the crowd hate with his exuberance.

RA: And his tag team partner…

The lights turned off as the arena was now pitch black. That's when "I hope you suffer" by AFI blasts throughout the arena.

♫I got two letters from you
Last words of the runaway
Your love was written so true
And now I can't speak your name
I gave my heart to the cruel
Now it will not beat again ♫

That's when Elijah Copeland comes out wearing black pants, black boots, black leather jacket and a chain around his neck. He looks around at the fans as they boo him.

♫I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
Just like I've suffered ♫

A white light beams on him as he looks at the fans in what seems to be a disgusting look. He points at them and yells. He then makes a cutthroat symbol towards the fans as they boo him even louder.

♫No one will ever know you
Deny the last one who cares
Intoxicate with the new
Pretend I'm no longer here
I opened my heart to you
You lied just to reach inside
Now with the faith you removed
Our hope for forgiveness dies♫

RA: On his way to the ring, he hails from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK! Weighing in a TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS, THE MAN THAT WILL MAKE PEOPLE SUFFER LIKE HIM, ELIJAH COPELAND!

After he lowers his hand, he walks off the stage as the lights begin to flash orange, white, and red. He walks down the ramp as the fans begin to badmouth him. He looks at the fans and starts to yell at them. He put his hand up as he was treating to backhand them.

♫I opened my heart to you
You lied just to reach inside
Now with the faith you removed
Our hope for forgiveness dies♫

He backs away and starts to walk down the ramp some more. He finally gets to the bottom and starts to yell and cuss at the fans some more. He walks towards the steel steps and walks up them. He walks alongside the ring before turning his back and yelling out, I HOPE YOU SUFFER! I HOPE YOU DO!

♫I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
Just like I've suffered♫

He turned around, moved towards the ring post, and climbed up them. He has one foot in the middle and the other foot on the top. He looks at the fans and holds his hands up. He starts to take in the hatred that the fans are putting on him. He lowers his hands and aggressively points at the fans. He finally got down from the turnbuckle and took off his jacket. He's wearing black elbow pads and white wrist tapes. He puts his jacket on the outside and grabs the ropes to see if they are intact. He then warms up and waits for his opponents.

RA: And their opponents, first….

As "THRIFT SHOP" begins to play, Eren walks out of gorilla wearing his oversized fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving as many fans as he can before getting to ringside.

RA: From San Bernardino, California, weighing 217lbs, EREEEEEN HUUUUUNT!!

He climbs the stairs in the corner, getting into the ring before going to each side of the ring, pumping up the crowd before making his way to his corner, removing his entrance gear and preparing for the match, staring daggers right through Landry.

RA: And his tag team partner…

V.I.P by Manic Drive ft Manwell begins to play throughout the arena and moments later, Chris Mosh appears on the stage to a great reception from the Philly crowd.

RA: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 210lbs, he is the VIP! CHRIIIIIS MOOOOOOSH!!

Gabriel Landry & Elijah Copeland
- vs -
Eren Hunt & Chris Mosh
-Tornado Rules-

The Tornado Tag Team match erupted in a chaotic symphony of action as soon as Mosh entered the ring. The opening minutes of the match were a whirlwind of strikes and high-impact moves as both sets of rivals made beelines for one another. Hunt mounted Landry from the off with a Lou Thesz Press, laying into Landry with a series of closed and open hand strikes forcing his former tag partner to cover up. Meanwhile Mosh and Copeland could not be held back either, brutally exchanging hard-hitting strikes like a couple of possessed madmen.

Mosh would nail Copeland with a standing belly-to-belly suplex but Copeland would rebound a side hammerlock double-knee backbreaker. On the far side of the ring, Landry countered Hunt’s early array of offense with a dazzling array of aerial maneuvers, including a handspring elbow and a picture-perfect hurricanrana.

As the match progressed, the action spilled to the outside, where Copeland and Mosh continued to brawl with intensity. Copeland executed a brutal fireman's carry double knee gutbuster followed by a running soccer kick right to Mosh’s temple, leaving him down and vulnerable.

Back inside the ring, Hunt and Landry engaged in a high-paced sequence of moves. Hunt demonstrated his Muay Thai clinch and strikes, attempting to wear down Landry, but the high-flyer responded with a diving tornado DDT that floored Eren. Landry would go for a subsequent unsuccessful pinfall attempt as Hunt kicked out.

The match reached a fever pitch when all four competitors found themselves back in the ring simultaneously, each looking for an opportunity to gain the upper hand. It was a chaotic canvas of bodies flying and impactful moves connecting. Hunt and Landry clashed in the center of the ring, trading blows and reversals.

The decisive moment came when Landry seized the opportunity to execute "Take To The Sky", his breathtaking 630 Splash. The move connected with pinpoint accuracy, leaving Eren Hunt prone for an interrupted pin as Copeland and Mosh’s rivalry took a violent turn as they brawled viciously at ringside. The referee counted to three and called for the bell as Landry looked down at Hunt with a cocky, arrogant smile, the referee holding his arm aloft in victory as he basked in the adulation of the chorus of boos echoing throughout the arena.

WINNERS: Landry & Copeland by pinfall (11:43)

JC: Landry and Copeland victorious here tonight…

DR: I don’t think the action has concluded just yet!

The camera pans to the action still unfolding at ringside as Mosh and Copeland are like a tornado of violence, peppering each other with brutal closed-fist punches, both men’s pain receptors seemingly in overdrive as they don’t appear to feel anything. The scene was one of utter bedlam. Copeland grabbed Mosh by the back of the head and slammed him face first into the barrier keeping the crowd separated from the ringside area. However when he would attempt this again, Mosh would bury an elbow into Copeland’s ribs and he reached over, grabbing the ring bell from the timekeeper’s table and clonked Elijah right on the forehead, sending a spray of blood and sweat cascading everywhere.

Almost blood-drunk Copeland roared, feeling the blood pouring down his face and into his eyes and he headbutted Mosh ferally causing a gash to open up on the VIP’s forehead. Both men wearing crimson masks continued to fight alongside the ringside the area as the fans cheered loudly for the brutal action unfolding before them.

JC: Here comes security!

DR: The damage is already done!

Security rushes the ringside area with Thaddeus Duke emerging from backstage. He waits patiently with a mic in hand as security initially struggles, but then successfully separates Mosh in Copeland.

If you two would calm down for just a minute, I’m about to give you what you want. You see, coming out of the 5th of November, Chris Mosh demanded a first blood match with Elijah Copeland. I liked the sound of that then and I like it even more than that now.

Chris Mosh and Elijah Copeland will go one on one in a first blood match. The winner of that match will receive a United States title match at some point in the future. With that said… I think we’ll have that match live only on pay per view at Fallout on Three Mile Island!

The crowd cheers as Thad retreats backstage.

JC: In addition to the rumble match, we have our first official contest!

DR: Fallout will now doubt be a huge show that just got bigger! Chris Mosh and Elijah Copeland in a first blood match!

JC: That’s on New Years Eve, but there’s still so much to come tonight from Philly! Stay with us!

Minka Valeria is in the back as she is looking over a video from when Hayley Fien managed to retain the X-Division Championship over Drake Hemmingway. She doesn’t react much to it, but then she changes the video which features her costing Drake his match against Kevin Mears. Minka narrows her eyes with amusement before she turns to the camera and begins to express her thoughts.

Minka Valeria: I don’t get it…

Minka rolls her eyes before she continues.

Minka Valeria: What I just saw was Hayley Fien beating Drake Hemmingway in an extreme rules ladder match and in a match like that where anything goes, there definitely isn’t any asterisks you can put on it. Though, as I’ve been saying, Hayley hardly looked like a winner out there because Drake beat her ass from pillar to post. But what I also saw was Hayley costing Drake his match against Kevin Mears mostly unprovoked. Now, why in god’s name is a champion behaving this way when they WON so definitively? Yeah, I am very well aware of the fact that Drake tried to play mind games with her after her defense against Carmen Santana and everything but that was just him saying that he wasn’t done with her yet. That, I believe, is mostly fair. He didn’t assault her. He didn’t lay a finger on her.

But later on in the show, Hayley goes on and does THAT!

THAT is what you call a champion with such a brittle self-esteem! As Drake pointed out previously, Hayley was certainly NOT acting like a damn winner whatsoever. She was going on about her doubters and you know, that’s the THING with her…

No matter what she accomplishes in her career, it’s never good enough. She’s always complaining and whining about people doubting her. She’s always bitching about some mean thing someone said about her abilities. Hayley Fien, among all the champions on Madness, has to be the most vulnerable and insecure of all of them. It’s honestly sad to see and that’s what I am getting at when I say that I am BETTER for business as it comes to that championship she holds.

The X-Division Championship deserves BETTER!

The X-Division Championship should be held by someone with a pedigree, someone who KNOWS how to win, someone who KNOWS how to be a champion…

You CAN’T go wrong with someone that was able to be a champion of some sort, across many different promotions, across many championships that are too much for even ME to count, for 839 consecutive days. I mean, just that is more than enough… which is more than I can say for someone like Hayley Fien who was once the SPLAT Multiversal Champion for those that remember that was ever a thing but who little cared SO much about… so much to the point where one of the companies she defended that title in actually put her title defense on the FUCKING PRESHOW!

Yeah… a “Multiversal Champion”... on a PRESHOW!

I, on the other hand, four time world champion and all, am a certifiable main event contender.

Hayley? The girl that wants to puff out her chest and act like she’s better than she actually is? Don’t get me wrong. She’s good. She wouldn’t have won against Drake if she wasn’t. But against me, ‘good’ isn’t good enough. If that girl had every ounce of confidence that she claims that she does, she wouldn’t be trying to run up the score on Drake so damn badly. Drake shook her so damn much during that match and during that mind game after her win against Carmen Santana that she felt like she HAD to cost him that match…

When Drake actually left her match with Carmen alone and didn’t make his presence felt until after the bell was rung.

You tell me… if Hayley is that much better than Drake, why is it that Drake looks like the better wrestler between the two? If she’s such a proud champion, why does she act as she does?

Why is it that instead of being a standout with the title, she just chooses to “do what Thaddeus tells me to do”.

HELL with that. I’m not that kind of puppet. I’m NOBODY’S puppet! I march to the beat of my own drum and I handle my own business and do what I want to do, not what the boss tells me to do. Hayley is a girl with far less backbone then you think she does and it’s ALL getting exposed when I win that championship from her…

Minka lets out a scoff before she makes her exit among some of the boos from the audience while the scene fades out.

JC: Minka Valeria looks to upset the champion right here tonight!

DR: It’s a tall task to be sure, but Ms. Valeria has all the tools to get the job done!

JC: Will Valeria upset the champion? Or will the champion dispatch yet another challenger? Found out when Madness returns!

JC: Back here on Madness on folks, this is undoubtedly the most hyped match by far that we’ve had for the last two weeks and it’s easy to see why it was bumped to the first hour main event!

DR: Despite her retractors, Hayley Fien has set a new standard for what being the X-Division champion is all about. Defending regularly week in and week out no matter the challenger.

JC: Minka Valeria may be new here on Madness, but she no doubt has a track record of success in this industry. Tonight, despite not really paying her dues here on Madness, she’ll have the opportunity to win the title.

DR: Much easier said than done, Jacuinde!

JC: It’s Xtreme Rules here in the birthplace of extreme, Philadelphia! It’s the X-Division champion Hayley Fien defending against Minka Valeria and that match starts… NOW!

RA: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! The following contest is an xtreme rules match, scheduled for one fall and it is for the XWF X-Division Championship! Introducing first, the challenger!

The hook of “In For the Kill" blares over the venue’s soundwaves. Minka Valeria appears on the stage to a strong, negative reaction from the opposing crowds. She takes in some of the cold reception she's getting, smirking and laughing for a bit before making her way down to the ring feeling confident and determined while ignoring the fans on her way to the ring.

RA: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing 130lbs, MIIINKA VALEEEEERIAAA!!

She heads into the ring and takes a glare at the referee in the ring, before crouching in the corner and waiting for what comes next.

RA: And her opponent…

Never Dawn (instrumental) by Lacuna Coil kicks in as the fans boo. Out comes Hayley Fien as she’s looking down. She looks back up as soon as the heavy guitar part kicks and walks to the ring. Ignoring the fans' boos, she blows past them. As the guys are trying to catcall her, she stops and mockingly blows kisses at them and says that she’s not in their league.

RA: From Wildwood, New Jersey, weighing 134lbs, she is the reigning, defending XWF X-Division Champion! HAAAAAYLEEEEEY! FIIIIIEEEEEEN!!

Hayley rolls into the ring and stands in the middle of it. She eyes the crowd still booing at her. She takes a look at the X-Division Championship belt and hands it to the referee who shows it to Minka before holding it aloft in the center of the ring and handing it to the timekeeper.

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Minka Valeria
-Xtreme Rules-

As was standard with the xtreme rules matches, the ring was surrounded by an array of weapons, from steel chairs to kendo sticks, setting the stage for a violent encounter. The opening moments were a back-and-forth exchange of both women’s own skill-sets.
Minka displayed known ruthless aggression, quickly seizing control with a vicious corner back elbow followed by a sliding forearm smash. However, Hayley showcased her champion resolve fighting back with a Tornado DDT that left the challenger stunned.

As the match progressed, both wrestlers utilized the weapons at their disposal. Minka managed to retrieve her signature 18-inch lead pipe. She swung it with malicious intent, aiming for Hayley's head, but Fien narrowly dodged the attack, showing off her agility and quick reflexes.

The violence escalated with each passing minute. Minka tried to gain an advantage using her Money Kick shining wizard. Yet, Hayley countered with a Handspring Elbow, showing her ability to turn the tide in an instant.

After Minka attempted to use her lead pipe, Hayley had other plans. With a well-timed Matrix Dodge, Fien avoided the swing and retaliated with a powerful Reverse Poisonrana, spiking Valeria’s head onto a steel chair.

The turning point came when Hayley would go out to ringside and pull a table into the ring along with a ladder, setting both up in the center. She picked up Valeria, hammering her with right hands and forcing her onto the table. Hayley climbed the ladder but before she could get to the top, Minka fought back, climbing up the other side, discreetly holding her signature lead pipe and proceeded to nail Hayley in the head with the pipe, sending her crashing through the table.

Minka would attempt a pinfall but incredibly Hayley would muster enough strength to kick out. The match would sway back and forth, both women using a variety of different weapons and offensive moves to keep the audience on the edge of their seats. This would be until Hayley would gain the advantage, jabbing a steel chair into the gut of the challenger, creating a vital opening. Seizing the opportunity, Hayley set up for her “Ocean Waves” Air Raid Crash. The move connected flawlessly, driving Minka into the unforgiving canvas. Hayley Fien went for the cover… but then the lights in the arena went dark.

JC: Hayley Fien probably should’ve won this match right there!

DR: The referee can’t count it if he can’t see it!

The lights fade up gradually. Hayley Fien stands ready for a fight.

JC: It would appear if we’re about to be joined by Drake Hemingway!

DR: But where the hell is he!?

There’s no sign of Drake Hemingway, but Minka Valeria takes advantage of the distraction as she rolls Fien up from behind as Drake’s music cuts out. With a handful of Hayley’s tights and aided with feet on the ropes, Minka Valeria steals the victory and the championship!

WINNER: and NEW X-Division Champion
Minka Valeria by pinfall (12:27)

JC: She stole it! We have a new X-Division Champion!

DR: I guess what goes around comes around!

Hayley is beside herself as Minka Valeria grabs the title and gets out of Dodge!

JC: Former champion Hayley Fien is not happy!

DR: And why should she be? Drake played a trick and Hayley Fien was caught in the headlights!

JC: There’s more action when we return here on Madness!

Back from break, there’s a bit of a chilled presence as a stoic Myra Rivers is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone. She is hearing the cheers that she is used to, but the expression on her face is noticeably colder. Her hair is straightened out and what’s also noticeable is her fashion sense has even gone darker with more of a dark purple and black colored ensemble. She’s holding a microphone as well as a small leather bag as she takes a chair from the timekeeper and places it in the center of the ring. She doesn’t take long to think about her words before she expresses them.

Myra Rivers: This past weekend… I made a very… VERY difficult decision. My baby girl, the one person that is more precious to me than anything else in the world, turned 10 on the day after Thanksgiving and I had to pull her aside when I had the chance and I had to tell her that for the time being, she couldn’t watch me on television anymore. I hated having to do that but I know that with the wars and the battles ahead and what I must do to win them, it was the only way I could protect her in this situation because there’s no way that I can condone some of the actions I have to take.

But before I go any further… I want to take you back to when I first signed to Madness. It was in the spring of 2022, shortly before I left that other company I was wrestling for at the time. It’s funny now, giving FAR less of a fuck these days about hurting feelings, so it’s going to be freeing when I say that I made the move that I made after that other company failed to appreciate me and what I brought to the table. I’m not the first, nor am I the last to do something like that. But I came here with a goal and with a dream and that was to make this brand better, to look out for the best interests of this show, to represent it as a champion even if I didn’t have a belt to show for it. And that’s what I did. Had it been Sierra or Holden that won that triple threat match instead of me, this show wouldn’t be on the air anymore. I stuck through everything with this show through thick and thin through the worst of times. I remained loyal when others BAILED. I did what I could to the best of my ability to represent this brand and I understood that not EVERYONE was going to appreciate my efforts and that’s FINE.

But what I was NOT going to appreciate… EVER… was people acting as if my efforts didn’t matter… people tying my reign to the Madness of old when I did NOTHING but fight against that…

In fact, let me talk to those bitches RESPONSIBLE for what I am talking about…

Myra pauses as she pulls out two Bratz dolls, coincidentally (or likely not) stylized to look like Penelope and Sahara. She takes a glance at then and continues.

Myra Rivers: I want to let you BOTH in on a little secret here…

Even after what happened to me on November 5th…

Even after I was SCREWED the way I was…

I STILL had a glimmer of light in me. I was already determined to fight like hell and do whatever I had to do to right the wrong that just happened to me. In fact, I was even willing to stay at home down in Miami and recuperate a little bit just so I could have that time to myself to plan out how it all went down.

And then you both ran up the fucking score…

On social media… that’s exactly what you did: endless needling and prodding for days. Even through all of that, I still kept thinking of my daughter and doing right by her even as the darkness within me kept prodding to be let out…

THAT’S what drew me to Baltimore…

And even THEN…

I was STILL willing to do things the old fashioned way the way I was brought up to do this when I started training over two decades ago.

THEN… you bitches had to twist the knife even MORE with the “In Memoriam” BULLSHIT…

That….

Myra pauses as she snaps the head of the “Sahara” Bratz doll clean off of its shoulders.

Myra Rivers: …that was my final straw…

Having no appreciation for my efforts and what I do in this ring? I can handle that.

Disrespecting me? I can handle that.

But mocking what I built? Mocking everything I tried to do to make this show better? Acting like everything I accomplished, everything I did, acting like it didn’t matter and that it deserved to be washed away into history like the OLD Madness I did everything I could to move this show away from?

No… not a FUCKING CHANCE I could accept that. It felt THAT fucking good to let that darkness out of me for the first time in many years. If there was one thing that I WISH I could’ve done… Penelope… ONE thing that would’ve made it better…

Myra pauses as she tosses the headless Sahara Bratz down to the mat and looks at the Penelope one, beheading that doll as well.

Myra Rivers: …it’s leaving… *snaps off a leg*... YOU… *snaps off the other leg*.... FOR… *snaps off an arm*... DEAD!!!!

Myra snaps off the final arm of the Penelope doll before she takes the remains of it and snaps it in half.

Myra Rivers: You know… like how I should’ve done in the first place at Relentless? THAT was the one mistake that I made during my reign and I own that. But I WILL rectify that mistake! I WILL get that title back and I am NOT above doing whatever it is I need to do even if that means snapping you in half. I literally don’t CARE if you end up in ANY state of paralysis or not and that goes for BOTH of you by the way. Your first defense will be a tough one, Penelope and don’t you worry. I won’t try to screw you over. I gain nothing from that. And it’s not because I care about you because honestly, Icon Statys might as well be the WORST thing to happen to this show since that horrendous “MILF” crap I dealt with when I first got here. It’s because there is no champion I want to regain that belt from than YOU.

You deserve EVERYTHING coming your way Penelope…

Last Madness was merely a damn appetizer…

Myra stands up and pushes the chair down to the mat. She takes her microphone with her as she exits the ring and leaves the broken dolls representing her two adversaries behind on the mat.

JC: This… is a new Myra Rivers!

DR: It wasn’t hard to be an improved version over the old one!

JC: This story between Icon Statys and Myra Rivers isn’t over yet!

DR: Far from it! But the end result will be as it should be… Penelope as world champion, Myra Rivers as now and forever, runner up.

JC: That remains to be seen, but fans, stay with us as Madness rolls on after this.

JC: Back here on Madness and we’re headed right to the ring!

RA: The following handicap match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first!

Gucci Gang by Lil Pump begins to play and Da Bing Bong Twinzz start to make their way down to the ring.

RA: From Jacksonville, Florida, at a combined weight of 395lbs, they are the former Madness Tag Team Champions, Li’l Ca$h App and MC C-Munqqquee, DA BING BONG TWIIIIINZZ!!!

The twins climb into the ring, smirking as the crowd showers them with boos.

JC: We still don’t know who their opponent is but Thaddeus Duke said he’d make up for their failed impromptu tag team title match from two weeks ago by giving them a handicap match!

DR: We still don’t know who they’re facing, but they are two time former tag team champions for a reason!

RA: And their opponent….

As Da Bing Bong Twinzz impatiently await their mystery opponent, the first, frenetic strums of Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" rips through the arena as strobes of gold and white cast across the stage and crowd. The crowd initially roars at the signal of Kieran King's arrival - even if they expect to soon wish he wasn't there.

JC: Kieran King is the opponent!?

Sure enough, King makes his way out onto the stage. Except… clad in a baby blue suit, he isn't exactly dressed to compete.

DR: Guess not…

KING: PHILADELPHIA!

He shouts over the music until it stops, mugging for a reaction from the crowd.

KING: I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not out here as the mystery opponent for Tweedledee and Tweedledum in the ring here. I… err… I think I've done quite enough of the ‘randomly showing up to challenge someone’ gag as of late, so I figured it's time to share the wealth around, you know? Which means… it's not me who the two of you are facing…

He points at the Twinzz in the ring.

KING: But… I do know who it is! Ladies and beta-males, I promised you all an event of seismic proportions and I plan to deliver. Today, it is my privilege to welcome to Madness a man who was too brutal for the sumo world…

Small pop.

KING: Standing 6’5” and weighing an INCREDIBLE 469lbs…

Small pop.

KING: …Hehe, 69…

Bigger pop.

KING: He's a former Classic Wrestling Real World's Champion…

Small pop.

KING: In fact, he was the first person to ever hold both singles championships Classic Wrestling offered.

Small pop.

KING: He likes thicc booties and phat titties…!

Big pop. Philadelphia is full of degenerates.

KING: He once chopped down six California Redwoods back-to-back with his bare hands.

Confused pop.

But then…

GOOOOOONG!

A traditional Japanese gong rings around the stands. The start of the Japanese National Anthem begins and the mysterious man King had been speaking to over the past few weeks - Sensei Abe Lincoln - emerges onto the stage waving a Japanese flag.

KING: He is the Oni of Oblivion.

A shadow appears in the entranceway.

KING: HE IS…

The shadow reveals itself.

KING: SHUUUUUUUJIN YAMAAAAAAA!

JC: Look at the size of that man!

DR: I think this handicap match is favored in the other direction!

JC: You might be right!

DR: It’s technically two on one, but Shujin Yama is the size of three men!

In a sparkly white robe bedazzled in red diamantes, the massive Shujin Yama, in his Madness debut, begins to march down to the ring with Kieran King and Sensei Abe Lincoln following behind. Arriving to the ring, Sensei Lincoln walks up the steps and holds the middle rope down for Yama to step through. He bows in the center of the ring, as Sensei Lincoln unhooks Yama’s robe. Once freed, he raises his left leg and drops into a dramatic sumo pose while shouting something incomprehensible to both English- and Japanese-speaking audiences.

And then… his gaze falls upon Da Bing Bong Twinzz.

Da Bing Bong Twinzz
- vs -
Mystery Opponent
Shujin Yama
-2 on 1 Handicap Match-

Right at the bell, the twins go on the attack as boy boys begin wailing and hammering on their gigantic opponent. Yama is rocked momentarily as they back him against the ropes. The twins try to shoot Yama to the ropes, but his immense size and strength stops them. Yama pulls them both toward him, delivering a double lariat to both boys. Cash App gets back to his feet but spins right into a scoop from Yama. Shujin slams him down across his brother then takes a moment to catch his wind. Yama backpedals toward the ropes. Bouncing off, he gains a head of steam before lifting his mammoth leg and dropping it on MC. Yama goes for the win but they somehow kick out.

Back to his feet, Yama lifts Cash App off his brother and tosses him to the corner. Yama lifts MC from the mat and tosses him into the opposite corner. Shujin shoots across the ring, fast for a large man, and avalanches Cash App. Li’l man drops to a seated position as Yama turns and heads toward the far corner delivering another avalanche. This time to MC. Like his brother, MC drops to a seated position.

Tearing across the ring again, Yama drives his massive hip into Cash App’s face before charging again and doing the same to MC. Yama drags MC away from the ropes a little then stands over his opponent and slowly ascends to the middle rope. He bounces once but Cash App comes flying in for the save. Cash App wails away on the massive backside of Shujin Yama before dragging his brother out of harms way and helping him up.

Yama descends to the mat then turns around as the Twinzz continue to try some offense. They pull the momentarily defenseless Yama toward the center of the ring. Learning from last time, they don’t try and shoot him across. Instead, Cash App bounces off the ropes. Yama ducks down and lifts him onto his shoulders with one arm. He spins as MC comes at him with a full head of steam. Yama ducks down again and lifts him onto his brother over the other shoulder before dropping to his back with a thunderous double Samoan Drop to the former champions.

Yama gets back to his feet and drags MC to the corner before turning toward Cash App. He drags him across the ring to the same corner his brother lays in, stacking them up on top of each other. This is probably not the first time the kissing brothers have been dick to butt, but we don’t judge.

Yama ascends to the middle rope, bounces once and brings his ample posterior down on the Twinzz with a Bonzai Drop that picks up the easy three count.

WINNER: Shujin Yama by pinfall (5:14)

JC: What a debut tonight here on Madness!

DR: I think Kieran King and Sensei Abe Lincoln just put the entire brand on notice! Shujin Yama is a mountain of a man and watching him flatten those two idiots like a couple of crepes makes me glad I’m retired!

JC: How the hell do you beat a man like this!?

As the Japanese National Anthem begins to play and the monstrous Shujin Yama stands over his victims, Sensei Lincoln is quick to rush in behind him and wave the Japanese flag once more. Yama lets out a mighty roar and slams his foot down in a domineering sumo pose.

Like a feral mongoose, King slips into the ring and begins to shuffle back and forward around where Yama stands. He seems almost giddy at the devastation.

KING: People of Philadelphia… And those of you slobs sitting on your couches at home coated in chicken grease and stale beer… WITNESS SHUJIN YAMA! WITNESS THE POWER! WITNESS THE FUTURE OF MADNESS!

He stops next to Yama, standing side-by-side with the behemoth.

KING: As far as the Madness totem pole goes, the status quo has now changed. WE are the Kings of the Mountain here! WE are the deciders of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’! This is SHUJIN YAMA's world… this is MY world… YOU are just living in it. For now.

He drops the microphone and the camera pans from King's smirk to Yama's scowl, and the threat to the Madness roster contained there within.

JC: I am just in awe at the impressive specimen that is Shujin Yama!

DR: He’s incredible!

JC: Madness resumes right after this!

A woman wearing a black Lululemon leggings, white Lululemon hoodie with the hood over her head is walking into the backstage area of the Wells Fargo Arena. The woman removes the hood off her head to reveal it is “Spoiled” Summer Page. Summer looks around as XWF Madness employees are walking around doing their jobs. Something catches Summer’s eye and she jogs over to Ricky Rodriguez. She gently places her hand on his right elbow. He looks over at her.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Hey Ricky! How are you?

Ricky Rodriguez: I'm good, gonna be even better after we kick the shit outta Mari. Goddamn, I can't stand her sometimes.

Ricky shakes his head, bringing his hand up to rub the back of it.

Ricky Rodriguez: Ain’t even gonna get goin like that tho, got the clear head and ready to handle this.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: I am so excited to handle this too. But before we go out there I wanted to thank you for the assist a few weeks ago when the big guy joined up with Mari.

Ricky Rodriguez: Oh, of course. It ain't even a problem like that. I've been there before and it's a hella shitty spot to be in. Just hadda do somethin bout it, to hell with whatever happens after it.

Ricky shrugs his shoulders as he stretches back. He flashes a reassuring smile and nods his head.

Ricky Rodriguez: It’s all good tho, whatever happened back then is back then, ain't even worried bout it.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Great!(Summer smiles) Now we get to go out there to finally shut Mari up and tell the big guy to his face that he made the biggest mistake of his life. So we can finally put Mari in our rear view and get back to doing what we do.

Ricky Rodriguez: Hell yeah! That's what I wanna hear. Ain't no backin down. Ain't no lookin back. We bouta run right through this and just be done with it. Iunno bout you, but I don't wanna let this shit spiral too outta control. We both know she's batshit crazy. We got this tho.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: She damn sure it. It isn’t conjecture because we’ve both seen it first hand during our time we both supported her type of behavior. She is ultimately going to pay for what she has done to us as well as everyone else she has mistreated. As far as the big guy goes… (Summer takes a deep breath and sighs) I have to admit his betrayal hurt. Not physically but emotionally because I truly did trust him but his karma will comeback to hit him where it hurts and despite me working on being a better person I can still be a big a bitch that rivals Karma when I need or want to be. Which he has brought out in me.

Summer smiles, raises her fist to give Ricky a dap.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: You ready, partner?

Ricky nods his head firmly, bumping his fist against hers.

Ricky Rodriguez: Sooo fuckin ready, she ain't even gonna know what hit her. Big dude bouta get that ass kicked too.

Ricky and Summer walk away together.

JC: The tides of change are afoot!

DR: Nothing has changed! Marisol Vilaro still has everything under control. I mean, except for that big lump known as Cyrus Braddock.

JC: Ricky Rodriguez teams with Summer Page to take on Marisol Vilaro and United States Champion Enigma. That match is NEXT on Madness.

JC: Back here on Madness, still to come tonight, Penelope defends the World Heavyweight title against Drake Hemingway in the main eve… why are you laughing?

DR: Huh? No reason. Just got a funny text.

JC: Can we see it?

DR: Are you my wife?

JC: No.

DR: There’s your answer.

RA: The following tag team match is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! Being accompanied to the ring by Nessa Wall. Marisol Vilaro and the United States Champion… EEEEENIGMAAAAAA!

JC: Two weeks ago on this program, Cyrus Braddock, Marisol Vilaro’s hired gun, refused to participate in the post match beat down of Ricky Rodriguez!

DR: That big dope isn’t even here for her! That big dope!

RA: Their opponents!

RA: Ricky Rodriguez and SPOILLLLED SUMMERRRRRR PAAAAAGE!

JC: At the 5th of November, Enigma turned his back on Summer Page and joined forces with Marisol Vilaro!

DR: Best thing that he ever did!

JC: That same night it was Ricky Rodriguez making his presence felt to aid Summer Page against Vilaro and her ilk!

DR: Which is the worst mistake he ever made!

Marisol Vilaro & Enigma
- vs -
Ricky Rodriguez & Summer Page

As the bell rang, Mari and Summer locked up in a technical battle, Mari displaying her prowess with a Headlock takedown and a subsequent Spinning Wrist Lock. Summer retaliated with a stunning Chick Kick, gaining a momentary advantage.

Enigma entered the fray, prompting Summer to swiftly tag in Ricky Rodriguez. Enigma unleashed a barrage of strikes, including European uppercuts and a powerful Discus Elbow that left Ricky reeling. Showing resilience though, Ricky fought back with a Leaping Calf Kick that caught the US Champion, shifting the momentum in his team's favor. Ricky would follow up with a low dropkick that caught Enigma on his knee, dropping him from a vertical stance and finally taking the big man down with a sling blade. But a subsequent pinfall attempt would barely get a 2-count.

As the match progressed, Mari would eventually re-engage with Ricky, showcasing her technical acumen through arm wrench combinations. Ricky, in turn, demonstrated his agility with a Falling Reverse DDT. However, the tide would soon turn again as Mari executed a flawless DDT followed by her trademark 'Vilaróizer,' a Fisherman Suplex that left Ricky disoriented.

The match intensified as Enigma and Ricky resumed their battle. Ricky landed a Spinning Roundhouse Kick, catching Enigma off guard. Yet, Enigma retaliated with the 'Hellbound,' a powerful pumphandle slam that resonated throughout the arena.

In a strategic move, Mari isolated Summer in the ring, subjecting her to the punishing 'VilaróFit Facial.' Boot stomps and a final bounce of Summer's head off the canvas left her in a vulnerable state. Then as Marisol was about to go for the win, Cyrus Braddock emerged from backstage. As he nears the ring, Ricky Rodriguez flies from off screen and lands a huge cross body on Big Cy, taking him down. This incident causes Enigma to jump from the apron and engage with Ricky on the outside.

Marisol goes to lift Summer off the mat but Summer springs to life, quickly rolling Mari up into a small package, stealing the victory.

WINNERS: Summer Page & Ricky Rodriguez by pinfall (13:17)

JC: Summer Page finally gets one over on Marisol Vilaro!

The bell ringing grabs Enigma’s attention. He and Nessa Wall both slide into the ring as Marisol sits on the mat looking pouty. Summer Page sneaks out the other side and joins Ricky on the ramp as the two celebrate their victory.

JC: This feud is starting to hit critical mass!

DR: The Vilaro conglomerate isn’t happy that Page stole that one!

JC: That conglomerate is in disarray! Stay with us!

Back from break, the cameras open up backstage inside of the office of General Manager Thaddeus Duke, where we see an angry and irritable looking Marisol Vilaro, surprisingly without Engima, Nessa Wall, but less surprising by his absence is Cyrus Braddock after the events of the last Madness. She was still in her ring gear. The sound of her shrill, angry tone is heard, she speaks directly to the General Manager of Madness.

Marisol Vilaro: What the hell was that last week? You said he was loyal and that he’d do what I told him to do well last week, but that didn’t happen? I am so sick of this and what is going on around here as of late. When you came here, you said you’d fix things, but yet now they're broken. I am stuck dealing with a moron from my past and a disloyal man who refuses to do simple things.

Marisol’s anger continues to rise, as she speaks again in a sharp tone her accent becoming stronger, matching her anger.

Marisol Vilaro: Like what is it? You invite RICKY and give him the red carpet why? Because he’s your best friend? You allowed the social media team to disrespect me, and now your loyal dog isn’t so loyal? Why am I too much of a threat to your plans? To allow your friends and wife to run this place? All I need to do is make one phone call, and I will have someone here who will make the darkness look like an overcast. Something needs to be done or I will make that call.

Thaddeus leans back with an amused look on his face as he watches Marisol. Leaning forward, he takes the earbuds from his ears.

That seemed important, what’s up?

Marisol’s face grows red with a disgusted sneer on her face as she screams.

Marisol Vilaro: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! You didn’t hear a word a fucking said! Again, typical, you really want your best friend broken, do you? I am talking about your loyal dog Cyrus what was that last week? Did you order him to do that? No wonder Parker wanted to hit you in the face.

He is loyal… but to me above all. Cy is conflicted. He’s got your back but he’s not sure if beating the crap outta Ricky is gonna make me look at him differently. Give him time, he’ll get there.

In the meantime, don’t push him. He’s a touch simple and if you push… Mari… he’ll snap and you won’t like those results.

Marisol rolled her eyes, not liking the answer she was given.

Marisol Vilaro: Oh, because it's Ricky?! Really? So now I have to deal with stupidity thy name is Summer Page, and Ricky red carpet is rolled for Rodriguez, and the man who's supposed to have my back is confused ugh! I am not in the mood for games.

Anything else I can do for you Mari?

Marisol shrieks in annoyance, as she storms off less than amused by the interaction she just had with the general manager, and she angrily slams the door causing a loud audible thud to be heard.

JC: Thaddeus Duke having some fun at Marisol’s expense! Madness continues NEXT!

JC: We’re back here on Monday Night Madness and Damon, your charge is up next defending the World title against Drake Hemingway. What you got for us?

DR: What I have for you is a guarantee that Penelope walks into Philly tonight as World Champion, and she’ll walk out of Philly tonight, still the World Champion. That’s all anyone needs to know.

JC: Damon, with Sahara banned from ringside, are you at all concerned with Myra Rivers? We saw her earlier so she’s definitely here tonight.

DR: Why should I be worried? Why should we be worried? Penelope beat her for the world title and some new edgier attitude from someone not involved in tonights main event doesn’t concern anyone.

RA: Philly, this is your main event of the evening and it is for the XWF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first!

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

RA: Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is the XWF World Heavyweight Champion! She is….PENELOPE!

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked step on the floor before at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No wealth, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl, and makes her way to one of the corners as she waits on her opponent.

RA: And her opponent, the challenger, from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing 245lbs! DRAAAKE HEMINGWAAAAAY!!!

JC: Penelope and all of us tonight in Philadelphia, await the arrival of Drake Hemingway![/lime]

Wait and wait and wait we do.

[white]JC: Where the hell is he?

DR: Your guess is as good as mine.

JC: He’s here right? His music played earlier tonight when…

DR: His music played, but we never actually saw him.

JC: …you’re right…

XWF World Heavyweight Championship
Penelope ©
- vs -
Drake Hemingway
-Sahara Barred From Ringside-

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that Drake Hemingway has until the count of ten to enter the ring, or he will forfeit!]

JC: Something fishy is going on here!

DR: This is strange. I know he and Penelope are close, but why would he skip out on a world title opportunity?

JC: The count is at four, Damon.

DR: I have eyes and ears, Jacuinde!

JC: Last week on Twitter, Drake established the fact that he did not want this opportunity.

DR: Maybe he meant it.

JC: Seven, yells the official.

DR: I can’t imagine what would possess him to no-show Madness.

JC: Well, apparently he did.

DR: Friend or not, that belt means everything.

JC: There’s the bell.

WINNER: and STILL XWF World Champion
Penelope by forfeit (0:16)

No sooner does Randy Anderson announce Penelope as the winner, Myra Rivers bolts from backstage, sprinting down the ramp to a massive pop from the Philly crowd. Penelope is celebrating her “hard fought” victory as Myra slides into the ring.

DR: Behind you, Penelope!

JC: Myra Rivers is here!

She takes Penelope down by both legs and mounts a ground and pound style attack. The attack only lasts a few seconds before the crowd pops, then boo’s instantly as Sahara bolts from backstage to the ring. She slides into the ring and tackles Myra Rivers.

DR: All hell has broken loose here in Philly!

JC: Icon Statys using strength in numbers to neutralize Myra Rivers!

The tag team champions do what they do best and double team Myra Rivers with punches, kicks, stomps and more.

Massive.

Crowd.

Pop.

JC: Who the hell is this!?

DR: I have no idea!

Emerging from backstage and making a beeline for the ring…

December 4, 2023

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WELLS FARGO CENTER

PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA

Johnny Miami
- vs -
Carmen Santana

WINNER: Carmen Santana by pinfall (6:16)

Gabriel Landry & Elijah Copeland
- vs -
Eren Hunt & Chris Mosh
-Tornado Rules-

WINNERS: Landry & Copeland by pinfall (11:43)

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Minka Valeria
-Xtreme Rules-

WINNER: and NEW X-Division Champion
Minka Valeria by pinfall (12:27)

Da Bing Bong Twinzz
- vs -
Mystery Opponent
Shujin Yama
-2 on 1 Handicap Match-

WINNER: Shujin Yama by pinfall (5:14)

Marisol Vilaro & Enigma
- vs -
Ricky Rodriguez & Summer Page

WINNERS: Summer Page & Ricky Rodriguez by pinfall (13:17)

XWF World Heavyweight Championship
Penelope ©
- vs -
Drake Hemingway
-Sahara Barred From Ringside-

WINNER: and STILL XWF World Champion
Penelope by forfeit (0:16)

Massive.

Crowd.

Pop.

JC: Who the hell is this!?

DR: I have no idea!

Emerging from backstage and making a beeline for the ring…

JC: That’s Lee Kinkade!

DR: Aww Jesus Christ!

JC: Lee Kinkade is here on Madness! She’s takin’ it to the tag team champions!

The brawl continues for several minutes as Myra Rivers and Lee Kinkade turn the tables on Icon Statys.

JC: Icon Statys is headed for the hills! We’re out of time!

As Penelope and Sahara retreat up the ramp, Madness fades to black.]]> <![CDATA[MADNESS: November 20, 2023]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47105 Mon, 20 Nov 2023 19:55:49 -0800 Thaddeus Duke]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47105 Madness begins with a cold open, replaying, reliving the controversial ending of Remember, Remember the 5th of November.

Still photos of the main event between defending champion Myra Rivers and challenger Penelope accompany the dramatic background music, Damon Riggs and Jacuinde’s commentary accompanies both.

The first shot: Penelope has Myra Rivers set up for Leucotomy. The sound of a crowd roars and boos as a shot is shown of Penelope making the cover.

”Jesus Christ!” Damon yells. ”Why won’t she stay down!?”

Another shot further into the match of Penelope measuring Myra Rivers accompanied by the sound of a kick and the slap of skin followed by a roarous ovation from the Londoners.

”Vixen Kick!” shouts Jacuinde.

Seeing the cover, you can hear the sound from the event as the referee pounds the mat.

”Penelope kicked out!” Jacuinde cries out.

Another shot.

Another crash as the still photo shows the moment Myra Rivers drove Penelope into the mat with the Rebel Bomb followed by another referee count.

”She kicked out!” cried Damon Riggs. ”She kicked out! Penelope kicked out!”

Deeper into the match, Sahara is shown about to enter the ring as Myra Rivers eggs her on. Jacuinde calls out to Damon. Another shot in the ring as Damon pounces on Sahara to stop her from interfering.

”WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SEE!?” asked a bewildered Jacuinde as a shot shows Damon Riggs give his Black Out maneuver to Myra Rivers. Damon Riggs, you son of a bitch!” Jacuinde yelled as Penelope is shown making the cover on the champion followed by the referees three count.

The closing shot is Penelope, Sahara and Damon Riggs celebrating Penelope’s world title victory.

We transition now, to live footage in Baltimore, Maryland, backstage in the CMG Bank Arena. The strains of Sarah McLaughlin’s “I Will Remember You” can be heard softly playing as the camera pans past a number of still shots of former Madness World Heavyweight Champion Myra Rivers. Some of them are promotional photos while others are of her successful title defenses. The camera pans between then, one at a time, passing past some ornate flower arrangements. It finally settles on Sahara, Damon Riggs, and the newly crowned Madness World Heavyweight Champion, Penelope.

The boos from the live crowd can be heard as they can view the feed in the arena. Riggs is dressed in a sharply fitted black suit, and Penelope is dressed in a Victorian era black dress. Her signature wide brimmed hat has a black lace veil attached that’s obscuring her face somewhat. The outlier of the group is Sahara who is wearing a white pantsuit. All three are looking down, but to what we can’t see. Penelope turns her head slightly, so the camera is in her eye line.

Penelope: “Ladies and gentleman…Remember, Remember the 5th of November, has come and gone. And with it, sadly, as had been foretold…was the impressive championship reign of Myra Rivers.”

Sahara scoffs, muttering under her breath.

Sahara: “Pfft…it wasn’t that impressive.”

She catches Penelope’s eye and quickly silences herself.

Penelope: “Tonight, we’re giving the fans here in Baltimore, Maryland…as well as the millions of fans around the world, the opportunity to reflect, remember, and celebrate the death of Ms. River’s championship dream. So join us as throughout tonight's broadcast we serve up highlights of the two hundred and eighty plus day reign. One that will go down in the annals of XWF forever.”

Sahara looks confused as she leans over to Damon, whispering.

Sahara: “What was that about anal?”

Damon rolls his eyes, holding up a hand to stop any further questions. Sahara makes a face, clearly annoyed at him for not answering her super important question.

Penelope: “But…as Semisonic once said, every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”

Sahara leans over, whispering to Riggs again.

Sahara: “OMG I love that song!”

She starts humming ‘Closing Time’ as Riggs exhales sharply and whispers back.

Riggs: “Would you please-”

Penelope, hearing the whispering, begins talking over them a little louder than before.

Penelope: “And as such, as we come to terms with the death of one championship reign, we need not mourn forever. Not only Madness, but the XWF as a whole needs to rejoice. We are about to embark, each and every one of us, on a voyage. So, as you board my Hell gondola to be ferried into the darkest era XWF and Madness has ever seen, remember this. There is no going back now. What Madness was, died alongside Myra’s reign as champion. The rotted, putrefying corpse of the status quo will be buried six feet under alongside the remnants of everything people like Ms Rivers stand for. That is my solemn promise to you, the little people, from your new World Heavyweight Champion.”

Penelope gestures, holding out her arms in a mockingly loving type of way as Damon and Sahara both nod to each other. The crowd's boos can still be heard as the feed cuts back abruptly to the ringside area.

JC: Welcome to Madness, folks…

Jacuinde is clearly despondent over the way in which Myra Rivers lost her championship.

JC: Ladies and gentlemen, Myra Rivers is not in Baltimore tonight. The woman put this show on her back for over a year and to be unceremoniously kicked to the curb the way she was and… and for it to be allowed to stand is just… It’s unthinkable.

If you’re not aware of what happened in London on November 5th, then I implore you to watch the replay. Despite what I think of the end of that event, it was great top to bottom. But I never imagined… Madness fans, I never thought that Damon Riggs was in on the conspiracy.

You know how we are. We’re contentious, but I have a deep respect for what Damon has done in this business. But he took it upon himself to make certain millions of fans had their hearts broken in London. He made certain that Myra Rivers and her glorious title reign and her undefeated streak came to a bitter end on pay per view.

I just… I just don’t know where we go from here.

…

Stay with us.

JC: We’re back here in Baltimore for Madness and joining me… as always… is Damon Riggs.

DR: It is a somber evening to be sure.

JC: Do you have anything to say for yourself?

DR: Me? The way I see it is Myra Rivers tripped, I tried to catch her and she face planted hard and knocked herself out.

JC: Do you even hear yourself right now?

DR: Jacuinde, you can mourn for Myra Rivers if you want. I know ICON STATYS will lose not a wink of sleep as we carry Monday Night Madness into the new era!

JC: It’s been ten minutes… I’m ready for this night to be over already.

DR: Myra LOST! The world did not end. If she’s as good as you think she is, then where the hell is she? She’s certainly not in Baltimore now is she?

JC: …

DR: I questioned her heart! I questioned her character! Jacuinde, you can hate it all you want, if I was wrong, she’d be here live tonight in Baltimore to show all her fans that the measure of a champion isn’t how you fell off the horse, but how you get back on it.

Where is she?

JC: Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Miami is already in the ring as he awaits the arrival of the debuting Minka Valeria. Randy?

DR: Exactly what I thought.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest is set for one fall! Already in the ring… JJJJOHNYYYY MIIIIAMIIII!

His opponent…

RA: Making her debut tonight on Monday Night Madness! From Minneapolis, Minnesota! MMMMINKAAA VAAALERIIIIAAA!

The hook of “In For the Kill" blares over the venue’s soundwaves. Minka Valeria appears on the stage to a strong, negative reaction from the opposing crowds. She takes in some of the cold reception she's getting, smirking and laughing for a bit before making her way down to the ring feeling confident and determined while ignoring the fans on her way to the ring. She heads into the ring and takes a glare at the referee in the ring.

The match is about to begin but before the referee can ring the bell, Minka Valeria requests a microphone. The fans aren’t too happy about this, but she couldn’t care less about what they think as she gets a microphone and begins to express her thoughts.

Minka Valeria: Don’t worry, I’m not going to take too long. I have a little something I want to say before I have to face this Johnny South Beach guy or whatever his name is. For those of you that know me…

Minka narrows her eyes with disdain as she hears a small smattering of “Minka Carter” chants in the crowd in reference to her former wrestling name.

Minka Valeria: That’s not my name anymore, GET OVER IT! But you know, let’s talk about that shall we? I am a well traveled wrestler. If you’ve heard of me, you most likely know of my four world championships to my name. You most likely know of this group that I ran back in New York City called the Carter Corporation. You may have heard of me from Blazenwing something where I became a triple crown champion over there. You may have heard of what I consider to be the proudest accomplishment of my career so far and that’s the number 839!

Johnny Miami is looking rather confused right now.

Minka Valeria: No Johnny, that’s not the number of women that have rejected you. Go back to your corner and let me do my thing. I’m sure when your mom gave birth to you, she didn’t genetically pass on any real talent except for being the epitome of SUCK on Madness. Anyway, 839! That is the number of consecutive days that I held at least one championship. That is longer than two whole years! That’s right, I, Minka Valeria, was a title for 839 days in a row! Let me say it REAL slow just so you simpletons can understand me…

I held a title for 839 days in a row! 839 days in a row! I became, and still reign to this day, as a one woman dynasty and I am here because quite frankly, it’s about time Madness had some class, some dignity and some decorum around here. This show contains nothing but chaos and a bunch of hocus pocus crap… and Myra Rivers who is the epitome of CRINGE with her whole “best for wrestling” shtick…

But that’s okay. I’m here to change the game. It’s all business at the end of the day and I am here to make this brand VERY palatable to the mainstream press! I am here to make Madness a Fortune 500 stock to be proud of starting with… what’s your name again?

Johnny starts to look angry as the referee tells Minka to just get on with it already.

Minka Valeria: Clearly, you never took your talents to South Beach. You, Johnny… that’s your name right? You want to act like you’re something from Miami… but really… if you’re from Miami, you’re an automatic failure and by the way, that Miami Vice show was honestly trash but that’s enough about that. It’s about time you all see what I am truly capable of…

Minka flips the microphone over her shoulder and leans against the corner with the match about to begin.

JC: 839 days!?

DR: Impressive for Ms. Valeria!

JC: Maybe Thaddeus Duke knows what he’s doin’ after all!

DR: Gawddd would you stop?

Johnny Miami
- vs -
Minka Valeria

In the night’s opening contest Mink Valeria faced off against Johnny Miami in a thrilling encounter that kept fans on the edge of their seats. Both competitors showcased their unique move sets and fought fiercely for dominance.

The match started with a series of fast-paced exchanges, with Mink Valeria delivering a corner back elbow, sliding forearm smash, and enziguri. Johnny Miami responded with his own arsenal, executing an exciting Pele kick, following up with a headscissor DDT and bookending his sequence with a spectacular Spiral Tap.The energy in the arena was electric as both wrestlers demonstrated their agility and strength.

As the match progressed, Valeria gained momentum with a well-timed hurricanrana driver and a float-over DDT. Johnny Miami retaliated with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors and a Fisherman's Suplex, keeping the audience guessing about the outcome. The wrestlers continued to push each other to the limits, creating a captivating back-and-forth spectacle.

In a pivotal moment, Valeria seized control with a “Market Crash”, her jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick that left Johnny reeling. Determined to secure the victory, Valeria followed, locking in the “Market Correction”, applying her deep cobra clutch with body scissors. Johnny Miami held for as long as he could before being forced to tap out as the referee called for the bell.

WINNER: Minka Valeria by submission (6:56)

JC: What an impressive debut for Minka Valeria!

DR: Maybe she’d like to sign with Icon Statys!?

JC: Shut up Damon. You make me sick!

Myra Rivers: Memoriam of a Champion

Day 1 - January 28th 2023

We’re shown a brief highlight package consisting of clips from the Triple Threat match for the vacated IDL Championship. Sierra Silver, Holden Ross, and Myra Rivers compete in a hellacious match, culminating with Myra emerging victorious and beginning her reign as champion.

JC: Damon, are we gonna see that stuff all damn night?

DR: What the champ wants, the champ gets!

JC: I hate this night. So much.

DR: On behalf of ICON STATYS, good. We do not care.

The show cuts backstage and finds Kevin Mears with a microphone in hand as he shoos away the interviewer who was set to ask him questions.

Kevin: I don’t need you for this. Take a walk…or do whatever you do when you’re not holding a mic.

As she heads off, he turns back to the camera.

Kevin: After the big event in London, there’s a couple things that I wanted to bring up before I go out to face Drake Hemingway. One, the prize is still on. I’m so confident that none of the current would-be challengers can defeat Enigma for the US title that I’ll give the first one who does $25,000 in cash. That’s probably more than most of them have seen in their lifetimes. Prove me wrong, gentlemen. Now onto other matters…

He takes a deep breath as he shakes his head.

Kevin: Tonight it’s me against Drake Hemingway, like I said. Why am I facing him? Fuck if I know. I know he’s tight with Penelope, good for him. But I haven’t really had anything to do with her either…unless you count that match Parker got pissed about because apparently I can cue the truck when I decide to head to the ring. Drake, I get that you hit like a truck. I get you’re something of a technical wrestler, which I can respect. But unfortunately, this is a case of wrong place and wrong time. Let me guess, you want to be the US Champion, right? A title I have never once said I was interested in holding, but tend to keep finding myself in matches that surround it. I don’t get it either. So it’s nothing personal here. Hell, I happen to have some respect for Penelope. I might not be as tight with her as you, but that’s not a prerequisite. The fact is I’ve been here for over a year, you just popped up in July. I’ve put in a bit more time around. I don’t know if you kept up too much, but trust me when I tell you not to believe a damn thing anyone in management tells you. Madness has had two General Managers since I got here, and….that’s a rant for another day. I’ll see you out there, and hopefully all that stuff you like to wear around your eye giving you that half-raccoon look doesn’t rub off easily. Besides I got things to do after this match and don’t have much plan on—

The camera pans slightly to the left as from stage left, Carmen Santana walks through the shot. She turned back around as the camera zoomed out to show the pair looking at one another.

Carmen: On what?

Kevin: Staying after my match. We don’t get paid by the hour around here. Also…

Kevin points towards Carmen’s eyes.

Kevin: Look at that, that’s professional eye makeup Carmen is sporting right there. My opponent could take lessons. She even puts it on both eyes!

Carmen instinctively went into “face model mode”, batting her lashes and showing off the merchandise

Carmen: Thanks Kev, I came from the business of looking good on camera. You came straight from the wrestling business. Hope you didn’t mind me watching you at work.

Kevin: If I didn’t want people to watch me, I’m in the wrong line of work. That includes dreamgirls from California who are soon to become X-Division Champions.

The young upstart cracked a slight smirk. The compliment was much appreciated.

Carmen: Future X Division Champion, well, it’s a sure thing now. You know what the hell you’re talking about. I know what everyone seems to say about you, but your track record speaks for itself, in and out of the ring. You might not have to sit for twenty minutes in front of a mirror but you’ve got great eyes, for talent, for opportunity, for success. You could say it’s mutual, you see anything in my game, you let me know.

Kevin: I know what you can do. I had you on my birthday show after all. And you won. Not to mention gift-wrapped a tag team win for you and Ricky in London. There’s one or two things I could point out for you, but not in front of the camera. That would be counter-productive.

Carmen looked to be heavily considering his words before it was becoming clear she agreed.

Carmen: I mean, gotta put in the work to get your dreams right? I’ll take all the advice that I can get

Kevin: I am a trainer too, after all. When we’re both done tonight, swing by my locker room and we’ll find some food somewhere in this town and discuss it. How’s that?

Carmen: You’re paying though, I hear you have the bank for it.

Carmen would turn, stopping for a moment to face the camera once again, to show off her proper and professional eye makeup.

Carmen: Take notes, Drake. Now if you excuse me, I have a title match to win.

With that, the twirl was complete and “The California Dreamgirl” made her exit, with ever the gentleman Kevin Mears following behind her as we fade back to ringside.

JC: Those two seem to be hitting it off, Damon!

DR: She’d do well to listen to a guy like Kevin Mears. Like him or not, he’s money!

JC: I can’t argue with that.

DR: Speaking of money, you wanna place a bet?

JC: If it has to do with Myra Rivers or Icon Statys, I’m not interested.

DR: It doesn’t… I just wanna make a bet that before they leave Baltimore, Kevin Mears is balls deep in Carmen Santana.

JC: Jesus fu… siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh We’ll be right back.

Myra Rivers: Memoriam of a Champion

Day 122 - May 28th 2023

Another highlights package of Myra’s 3rd IDL title defense. This was against the previous champion, Elijah Copeland. Another hellacious match showing Myra’s heart of a champion and will to win. She celebrates another successful defense, jubilant as the clip ends.

Damon feigns crying at ringside.

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Damon, would you stop!?

DR: Doubtful.

JC: I need a raise.

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From San Bernardino, California weighing 217 pounds. ERENNN HUUUUUNT!

As "THRIFT SHOP" begins to play, Eren walks out of gorilla wearing his oversized fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving as many fans as he can before getting to ring side. He climbs the stairs in the corner, getting into the ring before going to each side of the ring, pumping up the crowd before making his way to his corner, removing his entrance gear and preparing for the match.

JC: Damon, back on the 5th of November, the Bing Bong Twinzz shocked the world by defeating the then tag team champions Gabriel Landry and Eren Hunt.

DR: It was never a shock to me.

Still photos are shown on the X-Tron of the tag title match from pay per view.

JC: In the end it was Gabriel Landry betraying Eren Hunt and costing he and his partner the tag straps!

Hunt looks at the still photos on the tron, seething with rage.

RA: His opponent!

♫I got two letters from you
Last words of the runaway
Your love was written so true
And now I can't speak your name
I gave my heart to the cruel
Now it will not beat again ♫

That's when Elijah Copeland comes out wearing black pants, black boots, black leather jacket and a chain around his neck. He looks around at the fans as they boo him.

♫I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
Just like I've suffered ♫

A white light beams on him as he looks at the fans in what seems to be a disgusting look. He points at them and yells. He then makes a cutthroat symbol towards the fans as they boo him even louder.

♫No one will ever know you
Deny the last one who cares
Intoxicate with the new
Pretend I'm no longer here
I opened my heart to you
You lied just to reach inside
Now with the faith you removed
Our hope for forgiveness dies♫

RA: From New York City weighing 210 pounds. ELIIIJAHHH COPELANNNNND!

After he lowers his hand, he walks off the stage as the lights begin to flash orange, white, and red. He walks down the ramp as the fans begin to badmouth him. He looks at the fans and starts to yell at them. He put his hand up as he was treating to backhand them.

♫I opened my heart to you
You lied just to reach inside
Now with the faith you removed
Our hope for forgiveness dies♫

He backs away and starts to walk down the ramp some more. He finally gets to the bottom and starts to yell and cuss at the fans some more. He walks towards the steel steps and walks up them. He walks alongside the ring before turning his back and yelling out, I HOPE YOU SUFFER! I HOPE YOU DO!

♫I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
Just like I've suffered♫

He turned around, moved towards the ring post, and climbed up them. He has one foot in the middle and the other foot on the top. He looks at the fans and holds his hands up. He starts to take in the hatred that the fans are putting on him. He lowers his hands and aggressively points at the fans. He finally got down from the turnbuckle and took off his jacket. He's wearing black elbow pads and white wrist tapes. He puts his jacket on the outside and grabs the ropes to see if they are intact. He then warms up and waits for the bell.

JC: And on November 5th it was Elijah Copeland using some dirty tactics to escape with a victory over Chris Mosh!

DR: In the wrestling business, you gotta be ready for anything!

Elijah Copeland
- vs -
Eren Hunt

In a heated encounter, Elijah Copeland faces off against Eren Hunt in a fierce battle that showcases two different personalities and goals. Copeland just wants to inflict pain and Hunt has lots of pent-up frustration to vent following his betrayal at the hands of his former tag team partner, Gabriel Landry.

The match unfolds with a flurry of strikes and high-impact maneuvers, keeping the audience excited. Both Copeland and Hunt exchange sequences of different suplexes and backbreaker variants, as well as pinfall attempts.

Copeland takes down Hunt with the "Berzerker Boot" running arched big boot followed by the "Broken Skull" shining wizard but again only secures near fall.

The former tag team champion doesn’t stay down though and soon fights back. He cracks. Copeland with a stinging series of knife-edged chops before managing to spike Copeland with his "San Manuel Spike".

As the match looks like it’s about to reach its climax…

Gabriel Landry: Hello Eren. How’s life treating you? Rhetorical question by the way, I don’t care.

The voice of Gabriel Landry catches everyone including Eren’s attention. They look for the young man only to find out he is on the Tron. He doesn’t appear that he is inside the arena. We see inside of a restaurant. He is seated at a table all by himself. From what we can see, Gabe is wearing a plain white t-shirt. He waves for the camera as the fans in the arena continue to shower him with boos.

Gabriel Landry: What everyone cares about is why I kicked you between the legs at The 5th of November. Quite simple actually. I FINALLY decided to do something for myself.

I was raised in a good household. Upstanding church going parents. Taught me to do the right thing. Sounds great on the surface. We need more good guys in a world overpopulated by jerks... what I came to realize is being the so called good guy is not a fun way to live. My entire career up to The 5th of November was me dedicating myself to a set of ideals. When we were forced to go after the tag team championships I should have said no.

Let's be honest Eren, you and me, we were never going to be great tag partners. I sucked it up. I followed through with my contractual obligations. That’s what good guys do, right? Time and time again I choose some abstract concept of what a good person SHOULD be. Well. I have had enough of living up to society's expectations. From November 5th on I am living for myself. Me. Myself. And I. If you are not down with the program, I really don’t give a damn.

The young man shrugs.

Gabriel Landry: Eren. Stew away all you want. Makes no difference. You want revenge? Fine, I’ll entertain you just a little while longer. I have bigger fish to fry to be frank. I am not naive, you’ll want your pound of flesh. Friendly warning, walking down this road won’t work out for you my... I would say friend. We weren’t that. Barely partners. More an albatross around my neck. See you soon, Eren. Can’t wait to disappoint you... again.

Gabriel chuckles as the feed cuts.

With Hunt distracted, it allows Copeland enough time to recover. Head Trauma from Copeland to the distracted Hunt, gives Elijah the three count.

WINNER: Elijah Copeland by pinfall (9:19)

JC: Copeland goes to victory with an assist from Gabe Landry!

DR: You gonna cry about that now too?

JC: Shut up Damon… oh SHIT!

As Copeland mocks the downed Eren Hunt, Chris Mosh slides into the ring seemingly from out of nowhere. The fans pop as Mosh takes Copeland down and starts a ground and pound tactic for several moments.

JC: Not scheduled tonight, Chris Mosh made the trip to Baltimore anyway!

DR: Attaboy Mosh! That’s how you stand up for yourself!

JC: Here comes security!

DR: And Baltimore’s finest!

Security forces separate Mosh from Copeland relatively quickly. Copeland sneaks out of the ring and is in full retreat as blood pours from his head. Mosh breaks free of security and quickly exits the ring to chase after Copeland. Elijah ducks behind the curtain and just as Mosh reaches the stage, more security rushes him and tackles him to the stage as Madness fades to commercial.

JC: Back here on Madness and folks, it’s already official!

DR: What is?

JC: Next Madness, Chris Mosh and Eren Hunt will team up to take on Gabriel Landry and Elijah Copeland in tornado tag rules!

DR: Mosh still wants some of Copeland but he won’t get it tonight!

Mosh is escorted from the arena by security as we fade somewhere else backstage. The scene starts with Hayley Fien warming up for another championship defense against Carmen Santana. The self proclaimed queen of the Extreme Rules Match takes one good look at her championship before her match. Along the way, she stops in her tracks with an unhappy look on her face.

Hayley Fien: Fantastic….

She turns around and sees Carmen Santana with a smirk on her face. Hayley adjusts her belt and eyes her challenger.

The California Dreamgirl would wave, her fingers wiggling.

Carmen Santana: Hey champ! Looking forward to seeing you out there! Since you’re here, I might as well ask, from a current champion to a future champion, what’s it like? What should I expect when I am champion? Sure I’ve thought about what it would be like to hold XWF gold, but I mean, any advice?

Hayley rolls her eyes at this and looks at Carmen.

Hayley Fien: Out of all the people you ask, you have to ask your opponent, who HAPPENS to be The X-Division Champion about this?

Hayley eyes her.

Hayley Fien: Carmen, do you realize how much of a mistake this is? I’ll give you credit though, you do have the balls to ask me, but what makes you think you can defeat me to win THIS Championship?

She keeps her eyes on her, waiting for what Carmen is going to say.

The smirk returns to the challenger’s face, eyeing the same title just as Hayley was.

Carmen Santana: Sure, I could ask anyone, but I figured why not ask you—the most recent X-Division Champion? You would have the most up-to-date advice, plus like, doing it this way, I’d have an excuse to tell you to your face that…

Carmen would gesture, pointing a finger between the X-Division Title and herself.

Carmen Santana: …that pretty little thing is going away with this pretty little thing. Sure, I might not look like the type that ever gets ugly, but I understand that you have to work hard to get what you want; and I mean, you don’t survive the pageant circuit without one hell of a mean streak, that life is filled with monsters, sometimes, you ought to become one. I’m not stupid actually, I will walk away from tonight battered and bruised, but I’ll still look great. In comparison to you especially, besides, I’ll heal, and in the meantime, they’ll all be looking at my new gold.

Hayley Fien looks at her.

Hayley Fien: Wow, such a speech coming from a believer that thinks she could win this championship from me in this type of match that I’ve defended this championship ever since I won it. Carmen, you may think I’m this “monster” standing in front of you right now, but once you face off against me, ESPECIALLY in a hard core match, it’s game over.

She looks at her.

Hayley Fien: Your pretty little face that you have on you, will be busted open and bleeding like it’s your time of the month! And yet, I’m going to be called the ugly one? You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into when it comes to this match against me! You have no idea what type of monster you’ll bring out in this match and the only thing the fans are going to be looking at….

She looks at her championship before going back to Carmen.

Hayley Fien: …is the result they’ve been seeing for the past couple of weeks, and that’s Hayley Fien, STILL X-Divison Champion!

She walks away and turns back around.

Hayley Fien: See you out there “beautiful”

Hayley smirks and walks away for her match as Carmen stands there, refusing to be rattled, as focused as ever.

JC: What a bold strategy from Carmen Santana!

DR: We’ll see how it works out for her!

JC: Hayley Fien defends the X-Division championship against Carmen Santana and that match is NEXT!

Myra Rivers: Memoriam of a Champion

Day 184 - July 31st 2023

The arrival of Thaddeus Duke heralds a new dawn of professionalism as he takes over Madness from Vinnie Lane. The video shown is from the episode of Madness when Thaddeus and Serenity Holmes presented Myra Rivers with the brand new World Heavyweight Championship. We see her hand over her IDL title belt and take the new one, celebrating the new title with the fans in attendance.

JC: That was a great day for Madness, a great day for Myra Rivers!

DR: See Jacuinde? It’s not all bad.

JC: Shut the hell up.

RA: The following contest… is an Xtreme Rules match for the X-Division Championship!

RA: Introducing the challenger! From Beverly Hills, California! CARRRRMENNNN SANNNNTANAAAAA!

The arena tron shows a shadowy silhouette against a California sunset. The arena lights go down, a dreamlike fog rains down from the ceiling as the lights come back on with a red tint as Carmen Santana emerges. She invites audience members to “keep dreaming”. She deliberately makes sure to stay out of reach of any common fans as she struts down to the ring. She gets into the ring slowly, about two seconds straddled on the middle rope and leaned forward.

JC: Carmen Santana has been heating up!

DR: Phew! I’ll say!

JC: At the 5th of November, she teamed with Ricky Ridriguez and that duo was successful on the pre-show!

DR: She gets a second chance now at the X-Division championship!

RA: Her opponent!

RA: From Wildwood, New Jersey! She is the REIGNING! DEFENDING! X-Division champion! HAAAAAYLEYYY FIIIIIIENNN!

Never Dawn (instrumental) by Lacuna Coil kicks in as the fans boo at her. Out comes Hayley Fien as she’s looking down. She looks back up as soon as the heavy guitar part kicks and walks to the ring. Ignoring the fans boos, she blows past them. As the guys are trying to cat call her, she stops and mockingly blows kisses at them and says that she’s not in their league. Hayley rolls into the ring and stands in the middle of it. She eyes the crowd still booing at her.

JC: Hayley Fien is thus far undefeated in her Madness tenure!

DR: Say what you will about her, Jacuinde! She knows how to get the job done!

JC: She really does and she proved that at the 5th of November in a grueling match with Drake Hemingway! She did what it took to survive Hemingway and she defends again here tonight!

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Carmen Santana
-Xtreme Rules-

Upon the bell ringing Hayley and Santana collide immediately. The match begins with a flurry of standard offense from both wrestlers, with Hayley taking control early with some flurries of strikes before forcing Carmen into the corner and taking her down with a Tornado DDT and Reverse Poisonrana combination. Carmen though shows her tenacity by fighting back into the fray with striking attacks and aerial offense, including a breathtaking moonsault. The intensity escalates quickly as the X-Division aspect of the match quickly comes into play.

Fien introduces a steel chair into the mix, setting the stage for a series of dangerous sequences. Both women exchange brutal chair shots, with Santana countering Fien's attempts with a creative leaping calf kick sending the steel back into the champion’s face. The crowd “oooh as the competitors utilized the chair in innovative and painful ways, creating a spectacle of carnage. Carmen brings a kendo stick into the fray, slamming it hard over Hayley’s back, splintering the martial arts weapon.

The match soon spills to the outside the ring, where Carmen executes her Santana Champagne on the apron, leaving Hayley reeling in pain. Undeterred though, the champion retaliates by introducing a table into the equation, setting the stage for something big and dangerous. The tension reaches a boiling point as both women teeter on the edge of the table, showcasing their resilience and determination to emerge victorious. Hayley takes the initiative though and drills Santana through the table with “Destroying Hearts” that elicits a “Holy shit!” chant from the fans in attendance. Hayley tries to go for a pinfall but the California Dreamgirl shows tremendous heart to kick out.

As the match progresses, both champion and challenger deliver their respective trademark moves, with Santana attempting her “Tijuana Hangover” and Fien avoiding it with her “Not Here” Matrix Dodge and nailing her with “Black Out”.

Fien attempts the “Bitch Slayer” Air Raid Crash into Anaconda Vice, only for Santana to counter with a vicious 'Dreamsnatcher' Tequila Sunrise submission. The submission is applied amidst a sea of scattered weapons, leaving the audience in awe of the pain and determination displayed by both wrestlers as Hayley desperately tries to fight out of the painful predicament.

As the official checks for a submission, Hayley uses her free hand and grabs him by his pants pulling him toward her. The referee stumbles, inadvertently colliding with Santana to break the hold. Santana is slow to her feet but Fien is slower. Grabbing a chair, Carmen stalks the champion before stabbing it down into the small of her back. Santana wraps the chair around her ankle then hops to the second rope. She leaps off with her feet directed toward snapping the chair shut on Fien’s ankle.

Hayley rolls away at the last second causing Santana to jam her knees. With Santana hurting, Fien wills herself back to her feet before hitting the Bitch Slayer (air raid crash into an anaconda vise.) Santana fights for a long while but eventually has to tap out to save herself.

WINNER: and STILL X-Division Champion
Hayley Fien by submission (14:13)

JC: Hayley Fien wins again!

DR: Win or lose, Carmen Santana arrived tonight on Madness!

JC: I could not agree more! Sooner or later, Carmen Santana will wear XWF gold!

As Hayley celebrates her win…

Static engulfs the screen for a couple seconds. We fade into what can best be described as an unknown location. Mostly dark. The only real light filling the darkness are a circle of candles that Drake himself is sitting in the middle of.

Drake Hemingway: “When you bet against me this is the result...”

Drake scoffs as he recites for the audience a tweet Hayley released to the world after their epic encounter at Remember the 5th.

Drake Hemingway: How... adorable Ms. Fien. Is that how champions are supposed to conduct themselves after retaining their championships? I’m quite certain there were individuals who didn’t beat against you. You are an esteemed champion for a reason, correct? Why aim your vitriol at these individuals who supposedly bet against your ability to barely come out on top. If memory serves me correctly, the conclusion to our contest could have gone either way. All it would have taken Ms. Fien was for fortune to swing my way instead of yours when we both had an equal opportunity to secure the prize hanging above the ring. Alas, you were the one who escaped. Survived even.

But if you think we are through; correct me if I am wrong, you assume we are done based on your declarative statement of individuals betting against you, whomever they are, allow me to inform you Ms. Fien... and serve you with yet another reminder.

Drake takes a deep breath for dramatic effect.

Drake Hemingway: This conflict between us was never about the X-Division Championship. I never asked for an opportunity. Management opted to add those stakes. Not I. Whether fortune favored me at 5th of November, my intentions with you would not have ended with me walking out the winner. This is bigger than championships, Ms. Fien. While I did enjoy putting you through the ringer, I have not scratched the surface, consider our Ladder Match a prelude to the main event, trust me when I say this, when this dance between us is over, you’ll know. You’ll know when my purpose with you is through. Sleep tight. You’ll need it.

Drake snaps his fingers as the scene fades to black.

JC: Hayley looks…

DR: Uncertain…

JC: Just what is going on? What does Drake want with Hayley?

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Damon, Sean Parker is slated to go one on one with our esteemed General Manager Thaddeus Duke coming up on the blue brands Fire & Ice pay per view!

DR: A couple weeks ago, Sean Parker was in Los Angeles for the Porter Games and Thaddeus Duke no doubt made his presence felt.

JC: Sean Parker had just been defeated by Chris Page and Thaddeus Duke jumped the rail, slid into the ring then proceeded to basically kick Parker’s head off his shoulders!

Thaddeus Duke starts to make his way to the ring to a negative reaction from the Baltimore crowd as he wears a T.J. Watt Pittsburgh Steelers jersey.

DR: I did not see the Madness logo on his tron, Jacuinde. He’ll join us now as Thaddeus Duke the competitor. Not the General Manager!

JC: I really don’t understand the distinction.

DR: When it comes to this business, that’s what Thaddeus treats it like. Business. If you leave his kids out of it, it never gets personal with him.

JC: Then explain the sneak attack on Sean Parker!

DR: I’d venture to guess he’ll explain himself tonight, but I know him well. It was a warning shot.

The announcers lay out as Thad takes the stick.

I wanted to come out and explain what happened at the Porter Games. I wanted to take a moment so that Sean Parker would understand why I did…

JC: Here comes Sean Parker!

DR: He doesn’t look very happy!

JC: And why should he be?

Sean Parker looks somewhat stoic as he stands on stage and stares down Thaddeus Duke in the ring. He stands for a long few moments before heading to the ring, not once removing his eyes from the Lionheart. The King of the Skies steps into the ring and leans against a corner.

I was gonna have you come down if you’d have given me a minute but since you’re here, I’ll just come out and tell you exactly why I did what I did. Sean, you can call bullshit on this if you want, but I needed you to know how deadly my fuckin’ kick is.

Parker stares, but says nothing.

A split second is all I need, Sean. A split second of your attention being elsewhere and I knocked your ass out cold. I don’t say that to gloat, I don’t say that to big time you like others would. I say it simply because it’s true.

See, you have an argument to make that you had no reason to expect me to be there. You had no reason to suspect that I’d sneak in, kick you in your face, then dance around the ring.

Alright, the last part I did simply because I could.

Sean, it isn’t personal. This isn’t me being a piece of shit simply because I can. Thing is, you and I grew up in this business in different areas of the industry and you needed to know that just because it looks the same on tape, don’t mean it is.

You’re capable of beating me Sean and I truly believe that. But if you lose focus…

Thad snaps his fingers in Sean’s face.

It’s over.

See I’m not the kind of guy that comes out here asking rhetorical questions like ‘do you know who i am?’ or saying dumb shit like ‘you’re in over your head’ or ‘I’m too big for you.’ That ain’t my thing. It’s not my style, Sean. You can refuse to believe what I’m telling you is the truth but why would I lie? I don’t play mind games, I don’t blow myself in promos. I simply tell the truth and a lot of times that truth is uncomfortable for my opponents to hear.

Opponents, Sean. Not enemies.

I’m fast and that kick is a shoot, Sean. I know you know what I mean because you felt it.

Thaddeus begins to pace as Sean still hasn’t opened his mouth.

I needed you to be aware of…

DR: HOLY SHIT!

JC: Masamune Decapitation from Parker to Duke!

The crowd pops with approval as Thaddeus Duke is knocked unconscious with the deadly elbow from Sean Parker. Parker stands over Thaddeus and leans down before snapping his fingers in Thad’s face.

JC: Just like that the score is even!

DR: Fire & Ice may be a blue brand event but Parker and Duke alone is worth the price of a buy!

JC: What a matchup that will be in six days in Scotland!

Myra Rivers: Memoriam of a Champion

Day 226 - Sept 11th 2023

Myra is taking on the arrogant and braggadocious Kieran King, the “Real” World Heavyweight Champion in her 5th defense. Kieran had come back, claiming to still be the champion as he had never been beaten for the title. Claiming his own ridiculous nearly 5000 day reign, Myra was out to prove a point. And prove one she does as the highlight package shows the battle between the two. Myra proves who the true champion is with the emphatic victory.

JC: God those things are annoying! Myra Rivers isn’t even here to defend herself!

DR: What a champion she was!

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From Salem, Massachusetts weighing 245 pounds… DRRRRRAKE HEMINGWAAAAY!

The lights go out. "Exciter" by Judas Priest plays from the loud speaker. Steam rises from the stage. Out walks Drake Hemingway. The spotlight shines on him as though he is an angel being given to us from the heavens, his aura tells a different story. He walks down to the ring. Drake walks up the steel steps, walks across the apron. He walks to the center of the ring as the lights come back on. He stands there stoically waiting for the match to start.

JC: He may not have walked out with the X-Division title, but he’s still playing his games with Hayley Fien!

DR: From what I gather, Mr. Hemingway is just biding his time. When the time is right, everything will fall into place!

RA: His opponent!

The opening lyrics of "The World is Spinning" by DMAD begins to play as a strobe lighting effect begins at the entrance. When the song hits its normal tempo with DMAD rapping, that's when Kevin appears in the entrance. Wearing a leather jacket with heart-shaped red glasses and a cane twirling in his hand, he looks behind him before he's joined by Summer Page. She takes his hand before they head towards the ring. Kevin opens the ropes for her, enjoying the view as she bends over to step inside before joining her.

RA: Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey and weighing in at 175 lbs... KEVIIIIIN MEEEEARRRRS!!

JC: Mears continues to be adamant that he does not want the United States title!

DR: Obviously he’s just afraid of Enigma!

JC: I don’t know if that’s the case…

Drake Hemingway
- vs -
Kevin Mears

The bout is marked by a series of intense exchanges. Kevin utilizes his quick strikes early on, keeping the dangerous Hemingway down with the delivery of a precise Pele kick followed up with a Penalty kick to keep Drake down. Hemingway, in turn, responded with a combination of powerful slams, including scoop slams and T-bone suplexes. The momentum swung back and forth as both wrestlers showcased their agility and strength.

Mears connects with a series of aerial maneuvers such as a Quebrada and a Flying Headscissors DDT, keeping Hemingway guessing and struggling to counter the unpredictable offense. Meanwhile, Hemingway demonstrates his ground-and-pound style, utilizing MMA-style offense and knee strikes to wear down Mears.

As the match continues, Mears attempts his “See My Knee” single knee facebreaker, while Drake hits him with his signature delayed hangman's neckbreaker. The subsequent nearfalls add to the suspense, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.

As the match rumbles on, with both competitors going back and forth, Mears sees an opening and goes for the 'Insides Out' diving double foot stomp and the 'Head Games' running front flip DDT. Hemingway, however, displays resilience and manages to avoid these maneuvers, countering with his own impactful offense.

The match reaches a crescendo as both wrestlers exchange strikes and counter-moves. Drake hits a savate kick and Mears falls into the referee. The official seems fine, if not a little dazed. Mears starts to get back to his feet and Drake backs away, measuring Mears like prey.

Hayley Fien charges down the entrance ramp and hops on the apron. Drake notices just a second too late. As he turns, she clobbers him in the face with the X-Division title. Drake staggers back and Mears springs to life, rolling him up from behind for the three count as Fien gets out of Dodge.

WINNER: Kevin Mears by pinfall (11:43)

JC: Mears picks up the victory here on Madness, but the story between Hayley Fien and Drake Hemingway just added a few degrees of heat!

DR: Rest assured Jacuinde. When Drake realizes what happened tonight, there may just be hell to pay for Hayley Fien!

Myra Rivers: Memoriam of a Champion

Day 238 - Sept 23rd 2023

It’s Madness’ first time being added to an XWF pay per view and it’s the biggest one of the year, RELENTLESS! Penelope and Myra battle in the diabolical Phlegethon Pyre Match! More highlights are shown of the brutal encounter including Penelope falling onto the coffin. Myra is once again victorious in her 6th defense as she locks Penelope in the coffin!

JC: Ugggh… at least it’s nearly finished.

DR: Finished! Just like the title reign of the late Myra Rivers!

JC: She’s not dead, Damon! What exactly is she late for!?

DR: Her next title defense.

JC: You’re an idiot.

The excitement of that sold out crowd popped that much higher as the lights dimmed down, being accompanied by those flashing pink and green lights and the intoxicating sounds of DJ Logy's remix of Disco Inferno by The Tramps.

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As soon as the smoke started rolling, those two masked women, the Inferno Girls, were the first out onto the entrance stage. They displayed their synchronicity, dancing in complete unison before suddenly stopping, both of them pointing to the back.

Ricky Rodriguez emerged out from the back, the cheering audience's excitement growing that much more. Ricky joined his two companions in their dance, the crowd eating up every bit of it. After a few more moments of dancing, the trio started to make their way down the ramp.

Dancing all the way down, the trio would make sure to slap hands with the fans as they went, showing they appreciated them just as much. Once getting to the bottom of the ramp, each of the Inferno Girls went to either side of the ring as Ricky slid in underneath the bottom rope. Popping up to his feet, Ricky threw his arms out, basking in the cheers raining down around him. Walking to the lower right corner, he was handed a microphone before going back to the middle of the ring.

'Baltimooooreeee~ Let's..fuckin..go!'

The crowds cheers grew that much louder, almost deafening. Ricky was all smiles, clearly enjoying the reaction he was drawing out of them. Nodding his head in full agreement, he spoke back up.

'How fuckin great was London? I mean, not only did I make my debut, absolutely settin the pace of the whole ass show with the hellaaa bad ass Carmen Santana..I made a difference. I saw somethin..so shitty..bout to happen that very well coulda ended the career of one of the most talented wrestlers in this business.

So I stepped in. Not givin a shit bout the consequences, I ran my ass down to that ring and I stopped it from happenin. I did the right thing.'

Ricky's smile was warm as he closed his eyes for just a moment. Laughing a bit, he shook his head slowly.

'But now, those consequences come to call. Now I gotta deal with Marisol..Vilaro.'

The crowd rumbled with boos at the mere mention. Ricky's expression showed he was fully behind them on their reaction towards her.

'See, this has been a long time comin. I've been in Summer's shoes before, exactly where she was in London. That's part of the reason why I hadda do what I did. But cause I did, now I gotta deal with the Wrath of Mari.'

Speaking those last three words in an extremely mocking tone, Ricky laughed out with a shrug of shoulders.

'And I'm fine with that. Hell, I'm fuckin stoked for it. See, this has been a looong time comin. I owe you, Mari. And not for anythin you've ever done or said. I owe you an ass kickin. We never really got to settle our shit from Liberty and things have just festered and the mind numbin back and forth with you has made me wanna kick you in the mouth more than I've ever wanted to kick anyone else in my whole ass life.

And that's exactly what Ima do tonight. Now..I know it's not gonna be that easy. I fully expect everyone of your little fucks to get involved in one way or another. And y'know what?

Let'em.'

Walking forward, Ricky leaned into those ropes with his chest, letting them hold himself up while he continued on.

'Mari..I will walk through and back..to put you on your ass. I will fight through any army to get what I wanna get. So bring'em. Bring every..fuckin..one of'em. I don't care. This is different now..things..are different now.

When you walk your manipulative, hypocritical, usin, fuckin snake in the grass ass out here, I want you to look me in the eyes and I want you to realize this: I'm not the same guy you left layin in that Liberty ring. When I got you down on your ass, I want you to look up at me..right before I kick your face in..and I want you to realize..

You..were..wrong. Now let's fuckin go.'

Opening his hand just enough to let that microphone fall from his hand, Ricky bounced back off of those ropes. That bright, childlike smile began to return to his face as he loosened himself up, awaiting the arrival of Marisol.

JC: As stated, Ricky Rodriguez debuted in the ring at the 5th of November and he did so in victorious fashion!

DR: That wouldn’t be the end of his night though.

JC: Summer Page is not here tonight, but be that as it may, the United States champion Enigma turned his back on Summer Page during the match with Marisol Vilaro and she’d have been injured pretty badly if not for Ricky Rodriguez.

DR: He got himself involved with that to his own peril, Jacuinde. Marisol has Nessa Wall, Enigma and Big Cy Braddock at her side.

RA: His opponent!

RA: Being accompanied to the ring by her entourage. From Barcelona… MMMMARISOLL VILLLARRRROOOO!

Shake it off by Taylor Swift plays over the public address system as the boos overtake the arena. As the lights dim, and a lone spotlight is set at the entrance ramp, first out is big Cyrus Braddock, who walks out looking as menacing as possible, as the video screen shows highlights from Marisol's workout videos, as well as some in-ring highlights, and stuff from photoshoots. After a few moments, walking side by side is the Fitness Queen herself, Marisol Vilaro, and her mentor, Nessa Wall, who share a smug expression. Marisol greets her "adoring" public with a sarcastic pageant wave before doing the "kissy kissy" taunt toward the camera, which Nessa follows up with as they saunter down the ramp with the massive Cyrus behind them.

They walk down to the ring as if they own the play, with Marisol getting into it with several fans in the process, critiquing them and telling them all about her amazing life-changing Vilaro System, while the Canadian veteran ignores the fans and continues to show support to her student. As they arrive at the apron, Cy grabs her by the side and gently lifts her up to the apron. Nessa soon follows up the steel steps before Cy himself enters first and lowers the ropes for the two women. As they both enter the ring, the Fitness Guru takes center stage as she raises her arms high in the air, soaking in the fans' negative reactions. As Nessa claps and points toward her, after a few moments of soaking it in she moves to the other side, doing the same thing for the other side, allowing them to get a good glimpse at the most marvelous woman in wrestling. After that she and her entourage move to their corner as Nessa gives some coaching to the young woman, while Cryus stands off to the side with Enigma.

Ricky Rodriguez
- vs -
Marisol Vilaro

Making his Madness debut Ricky Rodriguez looks excited and loose as he looks set to face off against Marisol Vilaro. The two have been going back and forth on social media in the lead-up to the match and it doesn’t take long to turn into a thrilling encounter that showcases both superstars' diverse move sets and technical prowess. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as both competitors bring their A-game to the ring. At ringside, the XWF United States Champion, Enigma patrols back-and-forth whilst Cyrus Braddock and Nessa Wall also look on.

The match begins with Ricky demonstrating his agility and speed, executing leaping calf kicks, arm drags, and an array of acrobatic maneuvers that take Mari off her stride, as the debuting Ricky looks to make an immediate statement. Mari takes some time on the outside to recover and recuperate. Ricky tries to force the issue and encourage her to get back into the ring but as he leans through the ropes, Mari grabs him out of nowhere, pulling his head and neck down into the rope.

Marisol quickly gets back into the ring and begins to put her own stamp on the match with her own arsenal of moves, including a DDT, a snap suplex whilst also locking Ricky into a single-leg crab. However she can’t force the submission on the experienced Rodgriguez as he’s able to wrap an arm around the bottom rope.

As the bout progresses, both wrestlers continue to exchange momentum, with Rodriguez hitting a spinning roundhouse kick and an armbreaker DDT, while Vilaro hits her 'Vilaró Experience' handspring corner elbow and the 'Marvelous Stretch' bow and arrow stretch. The back-and-forth action has the crowd on their feet.

However, just as Ricky nails Mari with his “To The Top” springboard cutter, before he can make the cover, Enigma decides he’s seen enough and storms into the ring as Braddock looks conflicted. Enigma plants the former Zion Wrestling Internet Champion with his “Questions & Answers” chokebomb leaving the referee with no option but to call for the bell which brings a chorus of boos from the Baltimore crowd.

WINNER: Ricky Rodriguez by DQ (12:39)

Nessa and Cyrus help Marisol recover as Enigma lays the boots to Ricky. The referee repeatedly signals for the bell and tries to step in to beg Enigma off of Ricky, but gets decked for his trouble.

JC: Ricky wins by DQ but so far, he isn’t gonna walk out of Baltimore feeling like a winner!

DR: This is what happens when you play with fire!

In the ring, Ricky starts getting to his feet and…

JC: DO YOU SEE!?

DR: Ricky Ridriguez might be broken in half!

Mariol is to her feet thanks to the aid of Cyrus Braddock and Nessa Wall. Marisol barks out orders as Ricky starts getting back to his. Enigma shoots across the ring again but out of nowhere, Cy shoves Ricky out of the way and takes the big spear from Enigma instead.

JC: What the hell!?

DR: I don’t know what happened. Did Cy misunderstand the instructions from Marisol? I mean, he’s a little soft in the head.

Stunned by the apparent accident, Enigma, Mari and company stop their attack to check on Cy. Cy starts to get up and Ricky is back to his feet and clubs the United States champion from behind. Enigma turns around but a bit too slowly. As he does, he’s caught with Ricky’s To The Top springboard cutter. As Ricky gets back to his feet again, Mariol uppercuts him in the nuts from behind, leaving him prone to Cy’s power bomb.

JC: Will we see Vilaro’s Justice from Cyrus Braddock!?

DR: I don’t know, he seems like he doesn’t want to do it!

Ricky is stuck in position for the power bomb. Cy goes to lift, but stops himself as Marisol yells at him, then slaps him in the face. Angered momentarily, Cy shoves Ricky to the mat and lunges at Marisol but Mari and Nessa escape the ring with quickness.

The Baltimore fans feel a shift and begin to chant for Cy repeatedly. He stares at Ricky flat on his back, and looks over at Enigma. The fans continue to urge Cy to do right. Instead he backs up a step or two, then leans against the top rope exiting over the top. He reaches inside and grabs Enigma by his ankle, pulling him from the ring and helping him to the back.

JC: I’m not sure what we just saw, but one thing is certain. Cyrus Braddock to not take kindly to the slap from Marisol Vilaro.

DR: He didn’t and with Enigma down and out right there, I really don’t think that was a smart move on her part if Big Cy would’ve snapped there. He did correct course in the end but I’m not sure why he didn’t want to power bomb Ricky Rodriguez!

JC: Ricky Rodriguez lives to fight another day and that’s largely because Cyrus Braddock let him. Folks, we’ll be right back.

Back from break, the cameras are in the office of GM Thaddeus Duke. He’s leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed and an ice pack on the right side of his face as Sahara walks in.

Sahara: What the hell happened to you?

Huh?

Sahara: The ice pack.

Oh! Ummm… I can’t remember.

Sahara contorts her face into a confused sort of look, but sits on his desk.

Sahara: Babyyyyy?

She said sweetly.

Oh hey Babydoll. When did you get here?

Again with the confused look.

Sahara: You know what would make this tag match even better?

What tag match?

Sahara: The one tonight. With me and Penelope against the Incest Twinzz.

Okay yeah sure.

Sahara: I think if you made it for the straps and made it no DQ that’d be just… well… I’ll owe you one later.

...

Sahara: LEANDER!

WHAT? I thought you left.

Sahara: Tag match. Make it for the belts and no DQ. Comprende?

Sounds swell, Babydoll. Whatever you want.

Sahara: I knew you loved me.

Sahara hops off his desk and kisses his cheek before hurrying off.

JC: He is clearly suffering some adverse effects of Sean Parker’s elbow earlier tonight!

DR: The funny thing is, Sahara has no idea she just manipulated a sick man!

JC: Somehow I imagine you had a hand in this.

DR: I am shocked and appalled you’d think that.

JC: Can we see your text history with her?

DR: …absolutely not.

JC: She has no idea he’s probably concussed, right?

DR: Hahaha, I doubt it.

JC: Stay with us, folks.

The scene opens backstage to a close-up shot of Kieran King's smug, grinning face. Slowly the camera pans out to reveal him standing in front of a Madness logo, with Brody Goodman next to him.

Brody Goodman: Kieran King, thank you very much for making time for this interview. I spotted you backstage and couldn't help but wonder what brings you to Baltimore.

King cocks a disapproving eye.

Kieran King: What do you mean ‘what brings me here’, Brodster? Last I checked I was still on the Madness roster, and that gives me the right to show up wherever I damn well please. And from what I'm hearing, that's more than can be said about that bitch Stuart Parker.

Goodman: Sean…

King: Same diff’. The point still stands. It's the same fucking thing I've been saying for months now. I said it to Myra Rivers, I said it to Solomon Parker, and I'm saying it to you and every one of the bozos watching - I make this place better! I make people CARE. And I'm tired of acting like it's not true. I'm tired of pretending that whatever shiny new toy Thaddeus Duke wants to play with this week is a better model than me. That's not something that exists! They broke the mould when they created YA BOY and you know it, Duke knows it, and everybody in this hellhole of Baltimore knows it!

Audible boos rattle the arena, felt even wherever it is that Goodman and King are standing.

Goodman: You mentioned both Myra Rivers and Sean Parker–

King: Who's Sean?

Goodman ignores that smartass jibe.

Goodman: The last two times that you turned up unannounced to Madness, you wound up getting into it with both of those two competitors. Can we expect more of the same from you tonight? If so, who do you have on your radar?

King: More of the same? Nah fam. They say a leopard never changes its spots but I ain't no pussy. If you think you can predict my moves, that's when I'll get you. Besides, why on earth would I want to breathe the same air as these troglodytes? I've got something better in mind. Brods’, have you met my friend Abe?

A small, sneering Japanese man slips into the frame on the opposite side of Goodman.

Goodman: Uh… Sensei Abe Lincoln. Is that correct?

The man made a brief appearance at Remember, Remember, the 5th of November, as well as having been signed a few weeks back without ever quite appearing on Madness.

Sensei Abe Lincoln: Indeed, Brody-San. Mmhmm.

King throws a casual arm around Goodman's shoulders.

King: Ah, you know him! See, the sensei and I have been getting to know each other a little bit too. As it turns out, we have a whole lot in common: A) we both love sushi, B) we both hate Baltimore–

Boooooooo.

King: –C) we both love titty bars, and most importantly, D) we both hate - that's H-A-T-E feeling undervalued, unappreciated, and disrespected. And I feel like that's been happening to me a bit lately. As it turns out, Abe here knows a fella who's been dealing with that his whole life. And this fella is big. B-I-G. The size of a goddamn mountain. And he's MAD. And guess what? He's going to be here next week. That's right, I'm not going to give Baltimore the glory of my presence in vivo, but next Madness, YA BOY is going to be getting a front row seat to root on HIS BOY. Abe, tell them who I'm talking about.

Lincoln: He is sumo legend.

King: Oh shit!

Lincoln: He is 6 foot, 4 inches.

King: That's kinda tall. Dope.

Lincoln: He is 469 pounds.

King: JAYZUZ! THAT'S A LOT OF MAN!

Lincoln: He is Oni of Oblivion.

King: That's demon-king shit!

Lincoln: He is–

King: Tell ‘em!

Lincoln: SHUJIN YAMA.

A mysterious gong rings out at the sound of the name. Lincoln grins speedily while King mugs for the camera.

King: See you next week, BITCHES!

They leave Goodman standing by himself, not sure what to make of the forthcoming debut of new Madness star, Shujin Yama.

JC: Sumo great Shujin Yama…

Mysterious Gong

JC: …is… on his… way to Madness… WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?

DR: What the hell was what?

JC: The tag team titles are on the line when we come back.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a no disqualification match for the XWF tag team championships! Introducing first!

RA: From Jacksonville, Florida with a total combined weight of ALLEGEDLY over 500 pounds… they are the REIGNING! DEFENDING! Tag Team Champions… DAAAAA BING BONNNG TWINNNNNZZ!

JC: These two failed abortions are two time tag team champions, Damon. Can you believe that?

DR: Worry no more, Jacuinde. Here in a just a little bit, they’ll be FORMER two time tag team champions!

RA: Their opponents…[lime]

[lime]RA: Ladies and gentlemen…. IIIICONNNN STATYYYYSSS!

JC: Folks, you know as well as I do that the fix for this one is already in. These two jabronis have no chance in beating the world heavyweight champion and her lackey. AND Myra Rivers isn’t here to put a stop to it.

DR: First of all, I commend you on accelerating through the stages of grief as you’ve now come to accept Penelope as your rightful world champion. Secondly, Sahara is no one’s lackey. She does what she does because it’s fun to her and she enjoys it. Lastly, screw Myra Rivers.

XWF Tag Team Championship
Bing Bong Twinzz ©
- vs -
Icon Statys (Penelope & Sahara)
-No Disqualification-

As the twins hand the referee their tag team championship belts, they leer over at Penelope, who looks like a sphinx, expressionless, staring a hole through both of them as she cradles the XWF World Heavyweight Championship in her arms. The brothers make obscene gestures, whilst smirking towards the World Champion who doesn’t look impressed at all and neither does Sahara, ushering them away with a dismissive wave of her hand. Penelope hands over the XWF World Championship belt to the referee without taking her eyes off the twins and the referee calls for the bell to start the match. Sahara and Penelope converse briefly before Sahara steps out of the ring and onto the apron.

As Li'l Ca$h App and Penelope start the match off, they face off in the center of the ring. Ca$h App tries to be funny by mocking Penelope by waving his hands at her, Scott Hall-style disparagingly but it only ends in him eating a jaw-jacking European uppercut that almost takes his head off. Penelope nails him with another. And another. The World Champion then grabs him by the forearm and launches him into a neutral corner face and chest-first before running for a corner clothesline and finishing off her sequence with a mammoth rolling German Suplex. Sahara cheers on approvingly from her corner of the ring, applauding Penelope’s work.

However, as Penelope and Sahara exchange some quick tags, working L’il Ca$h App over, he eventually manages to make the tag to his brother. The tag team champions, true to their sneaky reputation, resort to cleverly-timed double-team maneuvers as they execute a series of rapid-fire arm wrench combinations and a sit-out jawbreaker, aiming to wear down Penelope.

However, the tide only remains in their favor for a short period of time as Penelope demonstrates her resilience, countering a back body drop attempt from MC-C Munqqquee with a PK to the face. She nails him with a hesitation dropkick followed by a Ripcord Knee Strike that sends him reeling.

Soon enough, the White Widow herself is tagged in, setting the stage for a dazzling display of high-flying moves. Sahara, like a cyclone of agility, unleashes a float-over DDT on Li'l Ca$h App, followed by a scintillating moonsault, showcasing her dynamic in-ring style. She goes for a cover but only gets nearfall following the pin being interrupted by MC C-Munqqquee.

The momentum swings back and forth for another short time but soon enough, the superior skills and ruthlessness of Sahara and Penelope soon becomes evident.

In a moment of chaos, both teams spill to the outside as Sahara dives through the ropes with a suicide dive, crashing into the brothers. The crowd roars with approval as Sahara and Penelope, now in control, unleash a barrage of kicks, stomps, and swift strikes. The action spills around the ring, and Sahara executes a running hurricanrana on Li'l Ca$h App, further solidifying their dominance.

As the legal competitors regain their composure in the ring, Li'l Ca$h App manages to create an opening for Da Bing Bong Twinzz. Seizing the opportunity, the Twinzz go to execute their Cancel Culture with MC C-Munqqquee landing a second rope wheel kick, and Li'l Ca$h App delivering a Superkick to the shoulder of Penelope but she manages to wriggle out of her slight predicament.

Just when it seems like Da Bing Bong Twinzz might turn the tide, Penelope and Sahara rally. They counter with a well-coordinated series of moves, including a wheelbarrow facebuster by Penelope and a Pedigree by Sahara.

In a stunning display of unity, Penelope and Sahara simultaneously unleash black and orange mist from their mouths, blinding the brothers and leaving them vulnerable. The mist-covered twins stagger around the ring, disoriented and unable to see their opponents. The air is thick with anticipation as Penelope obliterates L’il Ca$h App with her £Leucotomy” Kamigoye Knee Strike, using his arms for extra leverage as her knee crashes full force with his face. At the same time, Sahara disposes of MC-Munqqquee with a leaping calf kick that sends him flying over the top rope. She quickly ascends the top rope, coming down hard onto L’il Ca$h App with the Venom Drop. Sahara makes the cover as Penelope stands behind her, arms outstretched, grinning deviously as the referee counts 1……2…..3!

WINNERS: and NEW Tag Team Champions
Icon Statys by pinfall (17:17)

JC: Ohhh I can hardly believe it. We have new tag champs here on Madness.

Jacuinde is not amused. Like at all.

The crowd are beside themselves as the ref signals for the bell! We see Damon Riggs get up from his position at the commentary table and quickly head over to the timekeepers area. He grabs the Madness Tag Team Championships and walks back, hopping up onto the apron before entering the ring. The ref tries to take them from him, but Damon bows up and the ref backs away. Instead it’s Damon who hands them over to Penelope and his precious Sahara. The crowd’s booing is boisterous as he raises both their arms in celebration, the girls each raising one of the titles as well.

The group, all smiles and arrogance, play the crowd a little bit before Riggs faces the entryway. He waves his arms in the air, which apparently is a signal as soon thereafter four men come out. The quartet are all dressed in matching black suits, each of them “helping” in carrying out a comically small casket between them. Riggs smiles at Sahara and Penelope as he approaches the ropes. The men stop when they reach the ring, hoisting the casket up to Riggs. Once in his possession, the men depart as Riggs walks to the center of the ring.

JC: This is ridiculous. Can we just end this show early?

Sahara meets him, unclasping the locks on the casket and opening it up to reveal the XWF World Heavyweight title belt. She picks it up and gently hands it over to Penelope who has been handed a microphone. Penelope hands Sahara her half of the Tag Team titles as she grasps the World Heavyweight title in exchange.

Penelope: “This title has technically only been part of this brand for just over three months. But the fact is, it’s legacy as the IDL championship goes back to the beginning of 2022. Chris Mosh, Elijah Copeland, and our dear Myra Rivers. That is the sad legacy of this title. A title that was treated as little more than an afterthought. And to Myra’s credit she tried her heart out to make this Championship mean something. She fought her absolute heart out for each and every one of you…”

Penelope gestures out to the crowd before laughing maniacally.

Penelope: “And where did that get her?! She lost the title that she held so dearly, and was crushed under the unbearable weight of massive expectations! But, fear not my little fiendish morsels, we are here to pick up the pieces. The status quo that was the pathetic history behind this title is no more! The slate has been wiped clean, as we lead Madness into a future darker, deadlier, and more glorious than ever before! Tradition, Respect, Hard Work, and Fair Play…are not concepts, are not ideals! They’re trophies I keep on my desk as paperweights!”

Penelope has gone full super villain now as she pontificates. Sahara and Riggs stand dutifully behind her clapping and mocking the fans.

Penelope: “The project of Myra’s life…is now the toy of mine! And the chaos that Icon Statys will wrought in the XWF will be our greatest masterpiece! Let this title be an everlasting symbol of the true legacy that will be written for the XWF World Heavyweight Championship!”

Penelope hands Sahara the mic as she grabs the title in both hands. She holds it up to, appearing to admire her own reflection in the gold faceplate. Suddenly though without warning, Penelope spits her vile black mist across the faceplate! The trio admire the new “look” of the title as the crowd begins to stir.

JC: What a vile, trash, group of people.

Myra Rivers runs through the crowd with a steel chair in hand before she jumps the barricade and enters the ring.

JC: MYRA RIVERRRRRRS!!!! SHE’S HERRRRRRE!

The crowd cheers quite loudly as she enters. Damon Riggs turns around and Myra guts him with the chair. Sahara comes at her but Myra guts her with the chair also. She then drills Sahara right across the spine causing her to roll out of the ring. She turns and lays one into Riggs' back causing him to powder out alongside Sahara.

JC: The Face of Madness is taking out Icon Statys!

Penelope attempts a sneak attack from behind with the title, but Myra anticipates it. She turns around, ducking under the shot at the last second. Penelope stumbles and gets cracked across the back with the chair, dropping the title. As Penelope crawls towards it on her hands and knees she eats a vicious curb stomp out of nowhere from Myra! The former champion removes her own jacket and then wraps it around Penelope’s throat, choking her with it, surprising some people in the crowd and causing others to cheer.

Myra Rivers: “You like this? Huh? Are you liking this now you little BITCH?!?!?!”

Myra pulls back a bit, making her struggle even worse to breathe. We see Penelope is bleeding from her nose a little bit but not even this is enough to make Myra happy as she lets go of her jacket. Penelope coughs, gasping for air as he struggles towards the ropes. Myra notices the discarded title and picks up the championship. Penelope is slow to get up, using the ropes to assist her. Just as she stands Myra blasts her right across the skull with the title to a monsterous pop from the Baltimore crowd. She kneels down next to Penelope who is on dream street, her forehead bleeding from the force of the shot.

Myra Rivers: “You like this? YOU LIKE THIS?!??!?!”

Myra actually has a look of satisfaction in her eyes that is only growing the more she makes Penelope suffer. Seemingly still not satisfied, Myra starts to pull Penelope up to her feet thinking about the Rebel Bomb! Sahara however is resourceful and quick enough to trip up Penelope from behind and pull her out of the ring to save her from any further damage. The crowd is booing this but in the ring, Myra doesn’t appear to be bothered very much, if at all, from any of this. Penelope and Sahara are looking a little stunned as Myra requests a microphone. She gets one and she’s staring a hole right at Riggs as he and Sahara check on Penelope.

Myra Rivers: “You’re ALL paying for this…. ALL of you… even YOU….”

Myra continues to stare a hole through Riggs before she turns and focuses her attention on Penelope and Sahara.

Myra Rivers: “You know…. I TRIED… I REALLY… REALLY TRIED to do this the right way. I really tried to do this the respectful old fashioned way. You think you’ve won because you’ve got the title. You think you’ve won because you took the light that I had and snuffed it out. But what you’ve done… you have NO IDEA what you’ve done. You have NO IDEA of the HELL you’ve just signed yourselves up for. I really didn’t want to do this… but you’ve left me no choice. Because going forward? I could give fuck all about your feelings, about your well being, about the state of your careers. Now? Winning the title back isn’t good enough. No… I’m not going to stop until the VIRUS of Madness is COMPLETELY GONE! I won’t stop until BOTH of you cease to fucking exist in this company! Tradition? Respect? The Rebellious Vixen you all got to know for a damn long time here on Madness? That’s out the window now… ALL of it…

The Mistress is BACK, bitches… the Mistress of your FUCKING ANNIHILATION! And you’re both going to wish that you never fucked with me at all by the time I’m done with you! You don’t know darkness… not until you know what’s been lurking inside my soul for a DAMN LONG TIME!”

Myra slams the microphone down on the mat at this point and the look in her eyes says it all: nothing but pure anger and a burning desire to destroy the two women she is seeing backing up the ramp. There is no light in her eyes. It’s all nothing but pure darkness. Sahara and Riggs help Penelope to the back, their celebration cut painfully short. Penelope is staring daggers at Rivers but not saying a word as the show closes.]]> Madness begins with a cold open, replaying, reliving the controversial ending of Remember, Remember the 5th of November.

Johnny Miami
- vs -
Minka Valeria

WINNER: Minka Valeria by submission (6:56)

JC: What an impressive debut for Minka Valeria!

DR: Maybe she’d like to sign with Icon Statys!?

JC: Shut up Damon. You make me sick!

Damon feigns crying at ringside.

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Damon, would you stop!?

DR: Doubtful.

JC: I need a raise.

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

Elijah Copeland
- vs -
Eren Hunt

WINNER: Elijah Copeland by pinfall (9:19)

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Carmen Santana
-Xtreme Rules-

WINNER: and STILL X-Division Champion
Hayley Fien by submission (14:13)

JC: God those things are annoying! Myra Rivers isn’t even here to defend herself!

DR: What a champion she was!

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

Drake Hemingway
- vs -
Kevin Mears

WINNER: Kevin Mears by pinfall (11:43)

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Ricky Rodriguez
- vs -
Marisol Vilaro

WINNER: Ricky Rodriguez by DQ (12:39)

RA: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a no disqualification match for the XWF tag team championships! Introducing first!

XWF Tag Team Championship
Bing Bong Twinzz ©
- vs -
Icon Statys (Penelope & Sahara)
-No Disqualification-

WINNERS: and NEW Tag Team Champions
Icon Statys by pinfall (17:17)

JC: Ohhh I can hardly believe it. We have new tag champs here on Madness.

Jacuinde is not amused. Like at all.

The crowd are beside themselves as the ref signals for the bell! We see Damon Riggs get up from his position at the commentary table and quickly head over to the timekeepers area. He grabs the Madness Tag Team Championships and walks back, hopping up onto the apron before entering the ring. The ref tries to take them from him, but Damon bows up and the ref backs away. Instead it’s Damon who hands them over to Penelope and his precious Sahara. The crowd’s booing is boisterous as he raises both their arms in celebration, the girls each raising one of the titles as well.

The group, all smiles and arrogance, play the crowd a little bit before Riggs faces the entryway. He waves his arms in the air, which apparently is a signal as soon thereafter four men come out. The quartet are all dressed in matching black suits, each of them “helping” in carrying out a comically small casket between them. Riggs smiles at Sahara and Penelope as he approaches the ropes. The men stop when they reach the ring, hoisting the casket up to Riggs. Once in his possession, the men depart as Riggs walks to the center of the ring.

JC: This is ridiculous. Can we just end this show early?

Sahara meets him, unclasping the locks on the casket and opening it up to reveal the XWF World Heavyweight title belt. She picks it up and gently hands it over to Penelope who has been handed a microphone. Penelope hands Sahara her half of the Tag Team titles as she grasps the World Heavyweight title in exchange.

Penelope: “This title has technically only been part of this brand for just over three months. But the fact is, it’s legacy as the IDL championship goes back to the beginning of 2022. Chris Mosh, Elijah Copeland, and our dear Myra Rivers. That is the sad legacy of this title. A title that was treated as little more than an afterthought. And to Myra’s credit she tried her heart out to make this Championship mean something. She fought her absolute heart out for each and every one of you…”

Penelope gestures out to the crowd before laughing maniacally.

Penelope: “And where did that get her?! She lost the title that she held so dearly, and was crushed under the unbearable weight of massive expectations! But, fear not my little fiendish morsels, we are here to pick up the pieces. The status quo that was the pathetic history behind this title is no more! The slate has been wiped clean, as we lead Madness into a future darker, deadlier, and more glorious than ever before! Tradition, Respect, Hard Work, and Fair Play…are not concepts, are not ideals! They’re trophies I keep on my desk as paperweights!”

Penelope has gone full super villain now as she pontificates. Sahara and Riggs stand dutifully behind her clapping and mocking the fans.

Penelope: “The project of Myra’s life…is now the toy of mine! And the chaos that Icon Statys will wrought in the XWF will be our greatest masterpiece! Let this title be an everlasting symbol of the true legacy that will be written for the XWF World Heavyweight Championship!”

Penelope hands Sahara the mic as she grabs the title in both hands. She holds it up to, appearing to admire her own reflection in the gold faceplate. Suddenly though without warning, Penelope spits her vile black mist across the faceplate! The trio admire the new “look” of the title as the crowd begins to stir.

JC: What a vile, trash, group of people.

Myra Rivers runs through the crowd with a steel chair in hand before she jumps the barricade and enters the ring.

JC: MYRA RIVERRRRRRS!!!! SHE’S HERRRRRRE!

The crowd cheers quite loudly as she enters. Damon Riggs turns around and Myra guts him with the chair. Sahara comes at her but Myra guts her with the chair also. She then drills Sahara right across the spine causing her to roll out of the ring. She turns and lays one into Riggs' back causing him to powder out alongside Sahara.

JC: The Face of Madness is taking out Icon Statys!

Penelope attempts a sneak attack from behind with the title, but Myra anticipates it. She turns around, ducking under the shot at the last second. Penelope stumbles and gets cracked across the back with the chair, dropping the title. As Penelope crawls towards it on her hands and knees she eats a vicious curb stomp out of nowhere from Myra! The former champion removes her own jacket and then wraps it around Penelope’s throat, choking her with it, surprising some people in the crowd and causing others to cheer.

Myra Rivers: “You like this? Huh? Are you liking this now you little BITCH?!?!?!”

Myra pulls back a bit, making her struggle even worse to breathe. We see Penelope is bleeding from her nose a little bit but not even this is enough to make Myra happy as she lets go of her jacket. Penelope coughs, gasping for air as he struggles towards the ropes. Myra notices the discarded title and picks up the championship. Penelope is slow to get up, using the ropes to assist her. Just as she stands Myra blasts her right across the skull with the title to a monsterous pop from the Baltimore crowd. She kneels down next to Penelope who is on dream street, her forehead bleeding from the force of the shot.

Myra Rivers: “You like this? YOU LIKE THIS?!??!?!”

Myra actually has a look of satisfaction in her eyes that is only growing the more she makes Penelope suffer. Seemingly still not satisfied, Myra starts to pull Penelope up to her feet thinking about the Rebel Bomb! Sahara however is resourceful and quick enough to trip up Penelope from behind and pull her out of the ring to save her from any further damage. The crowd is booing this but in the ring, Myra doesn’t appear to be bothered very much, if at all, from any of this. Penelope and Sahara are looking a little stunned as Myra requests a microphone. She gets one and she’s staring a hole right at Riggs as he and Sahara check on Penelope.

Myra Rivers: “You’re ALL paying for this…. ALL of you… even YOU….”

Myra continues to stare a hole through Riggs before she turns and focuses her attention on Penelope and Sahara.

Myra Rivers: “You know…. I TRIED… I REALLY… REALLY TRIED to do this the right way. I really tried to do this the respectful old fashioned way. You think you’ve won because you’ve got the title. You think you’ve won because you took the light that I had and snuffed it out. But what you’ve done… you have NO IDEA what you’ve done. You have NO IDEA of the HELL you’ve just signed yourselves up for. I really didn’t want to do this… but you’ve left me no choice. Because going forward? I could give fuck all about your feelings, about your well being, about the state of your careers. Now? Winning the title back isn’t good enough. No… I’m not going to stop until the VIRUS of Madness is COMPLETELY GONE! I won’t stop until BOTH of you cease to fucking exist in this company! Tradition? Respect? The Rebellious Vixen you all got to know for a damn long time here on Madness? That’s out the window now… ALL of it…

The Mistress is BACK, bitches… the Mistress of your FUCKING ANNIHILATION! And you’re both going to wish that you never fucked with me at all by the time I’m done with you! You don’t know darkness… not until you know what’s been lurking inside my soul for a DAMN LONG TIME!”

Myra slams the microphone down on the mat at this point and the look in her eyes says it all: nothing but pure anger and a burning desire to destroy the two women she is seeing backing up the ramp. There is no light in her eyes. It’s all nothing but pure darkness. Sahara and Riggs help Penelope to the back, their celebration cut painfully short. Penelope is staring daggers at Rivers but not saying a word as the show closes.]]> <![CDATA[MADNESS: October 23, 2023]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47020 Mon, 23 Oct 2023 17:21:24 -0700 Thaddeus Duke]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47020

As Madness opens, pyro explodes inside the arena as the crowd cheers loud and proud before we’re joined by the voice of Madness, Jacuinde..

JC: Welcome to the American Airlines Center! We are LIVE from Dallas, Texas! My name is Jacuinde and alongside me as always, my broadcast colleague and tonight only, with Thaddeus Duke pulling shenanigans with Zion Wrestling, GM for a night, Damon “Havok” Riggs!

Damon, what do you think we can expect tonight on Madness?

DR: What I expect is for this to be every bit a go-home edition of Madness as our very first pay per view is just 13 days away!

JC: I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t ask, so I have to… tonight in our main event, you have claimed Sahara as your daughter in law, but she challenges Myra Rivers for the World Heavyweight title. Are you able to sit here and just call the action with me? Are you able to separate your personal feelings from your professional duties?

DR: I respect the question, but I resent the context, Jacuinde. I am not the General Manager, just his voice for the evening. Whatever rulings, if any, that I have to make tonight will come directed by Thaddeus Duke. Not me.

JC: With three titles on the line, Damon, tonight has the potential to shake up the plans for the 5th of November.

DR: I expect a number of competitive matches and there are none bigger than the main event. God willing, Sahara will relieve Myra Rivers of her duties as Champion and we get an all time great main event in thirteen days with Sahara defending the world title against Penelope.

JC: Hayley Fien will once again defend the X-Division championship and let’s not forget, the two monsters will compete for the United States title later on as it’s Goliath versus Goliath when Enigma defends against Big Cyrus Braddock!

As the crowd get themselves ready for another night of XWF Madness action, they come to their feet as the lights dim slightly and “Ken’s Theme” by ToxicxEternity blares throughout the American Airlines Center.

JC: We’re gonna kick it off tonight much like we did two weeks ago! Sean Parker is in the house!

Moments later and the crowd cheer loudly as Sean Parker runs out onto the stage, microphone in-hand and a big smile on his face. He jogs to either side of the stage, fist-pumping and encouraging the sold-out crowd to make more noise before jogging down the ramp and slapping hands with the fans as he goes. He jumps effortlessly onto the ring apron, sliding along it before leaping athletically over the top rope and into the ring. He plays to the crowd for a bit longer as his music fades out and he begins to speak.

Sean: Holy shit, Dallas, Texas! What is going on?!

The crowd cheers loudly again.

Sean: You know, this is my first time in Dallas?! Can you believe that? 10 years I’ve been doing this gig and this is the first-time I’ve been in the Lone Star State?! I wish I’d come sooner, you guys are loud as hell and I love it!

Another big cheer from the Dallas fans and Sean grins, looking round at all of them in attendance.

Sean: Anyway, enough cheap pops from me, guys. I did come out here for a reason. You know, I’m feeling pretty pumped right now guys, I won’t lie. I mean I was a little disappointed not to get drafted for the TRIAD Strength Trials!

A disapproving chorus of boos emanates from the fans which Sean acknowledges but holds his hands up.

Sean: Now, now, it’s ok! I’m not bitter, besides I still have the Tribulations to showcase what I’m capable of. But I took the Zion Wrestling Undisputed Champion to her limits last week. Thaddeus Duke then accepted my challenge for Fire & Ice in my home country of Scotland next month and then I only went and beat XWF’s very own Dionysus in the first round of The Porter Games! Can you believe that, Dallas?!

The crowd cheers again, applauding Sean’s recent goings-on and wins.

Sean: But I didn’t come out here to gloat or boast, no, no, no. I came out here with a challenge. You see, a few weeks ago, Kevin Mears and I put on a match-of-the-year contender over the right to see who would challenge the winner of the match between Chris Mosh and Enigma to determine the new XWF United States Champion. Now, we all know how both of these matches went and so far, Thad hasn’t actually provided any clarity over what the current status over the number one contendership for the US Championship looks like. So, rather than waiting around for something to happen, I’m stepping up to the plate myself and challenging Enigma for the XWF United States Championship at the first-ever Madness-exclusive pay-per-view, Remember, Remember the 5th of November! What do you say, big man? Once you’re done with Braddock tonight, let’s see if the Monster Machine can catch the King of the Skies!

The crowd erupts at the request, and steadily waits for a response.

And then they wait some more.

Parker impatiently paces as no reply seems to come, until suddenly…

The first frenetic strums of Faith No More's "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies" hits the speakers and Kieran King steps out onto the stage to a complicated reaction from the Dallas faithful.

DR: He asked for an Enigma, and Mr. Parker is getting all that and more!

JC: Gotta be careful what you ask for around here!

DR: We haven’t seen Kieran since September 11th on Madness when he pushed Myra Rivers to her absolute limits and damn near became the World Heavyweight Champion!

A semi-unbuttoned shirt sits underneath a sports jacket and slacks, as the former XWF Universal Champion makes his way down to the ring, appearing for the first time since falling to Myra Rivers at the final Madness before Relentless.

Arriving at the ring, King forgoes any sort of pageantry, even his usual taunting of the crowd. With an eyebrow cocked, he circles Sean Parker.

Kieran: Sam, is it?

Parker clearly mouths 'Sean' to King.

King clearly ignores it.

Kieran: Right, sorry, Steve. Look, Steve… I know you're still kind of new around here, and sure there's some modicum of respect to be earned from picking up that little sack of yours and starting to demand what you want BUUUUT… last time I checked you didn't exactly beat Kevin Mears, now did ya? And I don't know how they do things over in Bonnie Scotland, but if winning a match earns you a title shot, then not winning it should not earn you a damn thing.

He turns to the crowd.

Kieran: Am I being unreasonable here, guys?

They kind of think he is. King just ignores them when he doesn't get the response he wanted.

Kieran: So… what gives, Sid? Why do you think you get to call the shots around here without even digging up a title from 10 years ago to use in a ploy that'll leverage you the shot you're after?

King instantly turns to the hard cam and winks - a clear reference to the scheme he used to get a shot at Myra Rivers last month.

Kieran: Do you think you're special or something?

Sean smirks wryly, pressing his tongue into his cheek before he responds.

Sean: Well, Dallas, Texas seems to think I’m pretty special, amirite Dallas?

Sean grins for the obvious cheap pop, looking around the crowd who cheer loudly as King just rolls his eyes.

Sean: And, more often than not, Kieran…

Sean points all the way around the arena.

Sean: They tend to be right! It’s their opinion that matters, it’s them that pay their hard-earned money to come see us perform.

Kieran: Dude, I know you said this is your first time in Texas, but they also marry their first cousins here, so I'm not sure you should be using the citizens of Dallas as a barometer for anything.

Typically, this draws boos.

Kieran: Oh boo hoo. It's not like I said you marry your brothers and sisters! You're not Alabama.

And… that actually gets some of the crowd back onside.

Kieran: All I'm saying, Shane, is that I've been around the block a few times. The world's a bastard coated bastard with added bastard sprinkled on top. And if you want something, you don't just go around demanding it… You take it.

BAM!

King superkicks Sean clean in the jaw. Sean collapses, but King doesn't stop there, hoisting him up and planting him headfirst into the canvas with F Ur Head!

JC: Oh my god!

DR: King just dumped Parker on his head!

He stands over Sean’s fallen body, looking down with a smug, almost playful and even more, almost apologetic grin on his face.

Kieran: If your brain isn't too scrambled, let me give you one more piece of advice: Remember, Remember, the 5th of November.

"The Gentle Art of Making Enemies" hits again as King leaves Sean in the ring, a clever challenge made! As he comes too, Sean pulls himself up using the ropes to help him, staring daggers towards the stage as King turns and looks back, grinning.

DR: And the boss has made it official!

JC: How do you know!?

DR: I have a cell phone. Anyway, on November 5th in London, Kieran King and Sean Parker WILL go one on one!

A graphic shows up on the X-Tron and the crowd responds appropriately.

JC: …How the hell is he not even here and he’s still producing this show?

DR: There’s more than one producer, dumbass.

JC: Right… when Madness returns, we’ll hit the ring with the first match of the night! Stay with us.

JC: Back here in the Big D for Madness and Damon, first up tonight we’ll see Grimgor Ironhide one on one with Drake Hemingway. What about it?

DR: Grimgor Ironhide is pretty much 0 and infinity right now. He has yet to log a win here on Madness and on the flip side, Drake Hemingway struggled to find his footing when he first arrived but for the past couple of months has seen his stock steadily rise as he notched victory after victory.

JC: These two have met before and it was Drake Hemingway coming out victorious in the end, but right now, let’s send it to our esteemed ring announcer, Randy Anderson. Randy?

RA: The opening contest is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From the Old World weighing 300 pounds… GRRRRIMGORRR IIIIIIRONHIIIIIIDE!

As Grimgor's song begins to hit the PA system, DA ONCE AND FUTURE GIT appears on the stage, screaming "GRIMGOR IZ DA BEST!" . He marches down to the apron and climbs to the ring without paying any heed to the fans, and once he's in the center, he raises up his fist and lets out a savage scream: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

RA: And his opponent!

RA: From Salem, Massachusetts weight 245 pounds… DRAKE HEMIIINGWAYYYY!

The lights go out. "Exciter" by Judas Priest plays from the loud speaker. Steam rises from the stage. Out walks Drake Hemingway. The spotlight shines on him as though he is an angel being given to us from the heavens, his aura tells a different story. He walks down to the ring. Drake walks up the steel steps, walks across the apron. He walks to the center of the ring as the lights come back on. He stands there stoically waiting for the match to start.

Grimgor Ironhide
- vs -
Drake Hemingway

As the bell rings to commence the start of the match, Grimgor explodes out of the corner like an orc possessed, looking to engulf Drake in the corner with a massive corner clothesline. Drake is wise to it though and swiftly avoids the contact as the bigger man collides chest-first into the turnbuckle. Drake takes advantage, using the ropes to leap up and cracks Grimgor in the face with an improvised scissor kick. Drake uses his technical wrestling skills to use Grimgor’s weight against him and launches him overhead with a well-done T-bone suplex that sends him flying over his head. Drake forgoes attempting an early pinfall attempt in favor of capitalizing on the opening he has. He drops standing elbow and leg drops consecutively across Grimgor’s sternum, keeping his leg splayed across the chest and using it for a makeshift pin but he only gets a nearfall. As Drake brings Grimgor up to his feet, he’s caught underneath the chin with a European Uppercut from Ironhide that stuns him momentarily. Grimgor follows up with DA FIST O' GORK (Heart Punch) that staggers Drake, dropping him to one knee before he hauls him into a stalling vertical suplex and getting a nearfall of his own.

The match goes back-and-forth, the momentum shifting on multiple occasions. Grimgor aims to keep Drake down with his power and size advantage, hitting him with several powerhouse moves such as a spear and a clothesline from Hell but Drake’s tenacity keeps him in the fight as he kicks out of several pinfall attempts. Drake would fight back into the match when Grimgor attempts a Gorilla Press Slam but he is able to wriggle out of it and lands on his back behind Grimgor. Spreading his weight distribution, Drake uses his impressive strength to lift the big man up for a massive German Suplex. They would trade in the middle of the ring, Grimgor using massive haymakers and overhand punches, Drake relying on his martial arts-style strikes. Eventually, after trading more nearfalls, Grimgor would go for the DA ALPHA SLAM but Drake would counter, aiming some well-timed shots to the ribs and fighting out of it.

As the opening match between Grimgor and Drake is underway, on a split screen we flash backstage as Penelope’s new BFF is seen approaching the Gorilla position. As Sahara enters the room and walks toward the curtain, one of the producers quickly jumps up and stands in her way.

JC: What the hell is going on back there!?

DR: Lord only knows.

Producer: Sahara! You’re not expected for an appearance–

Ignoring him, Sahara turns and snatches a headset from one of the other producers and quickly places it on.

Sahara: Tell ‘em to go home, we got something better in mind! Is that how this wor–

Producer 2: No! Wait! Don’t go home, ignore that order!

As chaos ensues, voices barking orders over one another, her headset gets knocked off and she shoves one of the many people standing in the room. Knocking monitors from the table, she scatters formatting papers everywhere. As they scramble to regain order, Sahara grabs a mic and slips through the curtains and starts making her way down the rampway–

JC: Uh oh, what’s going on?

DR: Pure chaos is what’s going on, JC!

Sahara: Pardon the interruption, my friends… Drake and… whoever the hell you are. But allow me to introduce to you the real… and ONLY Heavyweight Champion of the Worrrrrrrrld. Pennnnnnnnnnneloppeeeeeeee!

As Drake, Grimgor, the referee and everyone else in the American Airlines Center try to make sense of the unexpected distraction, a section of the crowd gets loud as a figure slithers through the audience and hops the guardrail, sliding into the ring behind Grimgor–

JC: Uh oh, get the hell out of there!

As Grimgor turns, Penelope unleashes a cloud of black mist, causing him to stumble back, falling into the ropes. She immediately turns toward Drake, and for a moment, it looks like a fight is about to break out, but Sahara charges down and slides under the ropes.

Drake slowly backs away, keeping his eyes locked on both Penelope and Sahara, who return the gaze. Slowly stepping through the ropes, Drake drops from the ring apron. Penelope smirks and softly backhands Sahara on the arm to get her attention. She motions toward the struggling Grimgor without turning her attention away from Drake.

Sahara smiles and grabs Grimgor by a leg and drags him toward the center of the ring. As Penelope continues staring down Drake, Sahara puts the boots to the already blinded Grimgor. Shortly after, Penelope joins in. The two put the boots to the larger man as the fans give a far more positive reaction than normal, in no small part to home town bias. Struggling against the mists' effects there isn't much he can do as Penelope and Sahara each grab an arm. The duo waste no time cracking Grimgor on each side of his head with a double Lumpectomy, his body going limp.

JC: Penelope! Arguably, Dallas’s favorite daughter!

DR: She is. There is no argument to be had!

The ringside doctor and various crewmen reach in grabbing Grimgor and dragging him out for assessment before any more damage could be done. Sahara and Penelope look pleased as punch, admiring their work before Sahara picks up the fallen microphone and hands it to Penelope. Penelope mouths "Why thank you." before she turns back to address the crowd.

Penelope: "Hello Dallas…"

The crowd gives Penelope a cheap pop as she smiles wickedly.

Penelope: "I've been away from my children for far too long. How are all you devious little denizens doing tonight?"

Another round of cheering rises up from the sold out crowd.

Penelope: "Splendid! I first want to apologize for that bit of…unpleasantness. You deserve far better than that ogre of a man attempting to wrestle. Which is why, later on tonight…"

Penelope places a gentle arm around Sahara's shoulders. She gives them a squeeze.

Penelope: "My precious little pet here will be facing Myra "Cry Me A" Rivers…for the XWF World Heavyweight Championship!"

The crowd gives another appreciative wave of cheers, although it's not certain whether it's in hopes of Myra defeating Sahara, or seeing a new champion crowned.

Penelope: "The same Myra Rivers who stymied my attempts to wrest that very title from her grasp on Night 1 of XWF Relentless."

Here come the boos. There's no doubt that the people of the Dallas/Fort Worth area would have much preferred to give Penelope a hero's welcome this evening.

Penelope: "Two hundred and sixty eight days Ms Rivers. That's how long you've managed to hold onto that title. Turning back one challenge after another, time and again. It's an impressive feat to be sure. You were right last week when you told these people that I am the toughest challenge you've faced yet. And you proved that at Relentless when you crushed my hand with the lid of that coffin!"

Penelope holds up her injured hand, a protective brace still affixed to her hand, wrist and lower forearm.

Penelope: "You proved that when you gave me that headbutt, sending me falling fifteen feet down that rope ladder and onto that very same coffin. You could have paralyzed me, you could have ended my career, hell, you could have killed me!"

The crowd booed again but there's still a smile on Penelope's face.

Penelope: "Deep down the coldest corner in the blackened heart that beats behind my chest…the embers of respect I have for you Myra, grew just a little. Because up until that point I wasn't exactly sure just how badly you wanted that victory. I wasn't sure just how low into the depths of fevered desperation you'd sink to keep that title. And now I do…so let me thank you for that."

Penelope's smile turns decidedly more sinister though as she continues.

Penelope: "Because now I know, that when push comes to shove…you won't finish the damn job Ms Rivers! You won't finish because you lack conviction. You had the chance to end it all that night, but you chose to let me live. And in doing so began the death throws to your precious reign with that championship! You've been so preoccupied with cementing this ridiculous, decades long legacy of yours that you failed to realize the peril into which you've led this brand!"

Penelope points a finger off to the side where Sahara is standing.

Penelope: "The gorgeous creature standing next to me is wed to the man who, with his bare hands, had to grab hold of Madness! He had to pull it back from the brink of Death, a slow, pathetic agonizing end brought about by yourself! There is a reason she and I are standing here now Ms Rivers. We're not here to make up the numbers. No…no, for the better part of nine months Ms Rivers you have been the Statys quo. We've come to Madness to change that. Because the darkness was always here before the light, and the light can only exist because of the darkness. In the end Ms Rivers, it always wins…as will I. The game is far, far from over. In fact, it's barely just begun."

Stepping forward, Sahara whispers something to Penelope, to which she hands her the mic.

Sahara: "Maria Rivers--"

Penelope quickly leans in, likely correcting her.

Sahara: "I said Myra... didn't I? Anyway, I know I've heard the chatter... how I came in here and suddenly got a title match so soon, and there are far more deserving competitors and whatever. It probably has a lot to do with nepotism... but I don't care, as I see it, it's for a good cause. You’ve got a champion that’s held Madness hostage with her boring brand blah long enough, and later tonight, when I take what's rightfully hers–

Sahara emphatically points at Penelope.

Sahara: “I'm going to return it to its rightful owner, and your true champion... will be... Penelope Plimmswood.”

As the hometown fans pop, Sahara holds her arms out.

JC: I have a bad feeling about this!

DR: Why?

JC: With Penelope and Sahara working together, I feel like their power is only strengthening, Damon!

DR: Don’t be blinded by their Icon Status, Jacuinde! I know… I know… the lights are very bright.

Madness returns with a live shot of John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York City. The Lions Guard Entertainment and MADNESS corporate jumbo jet sits awaiting takeoff clearance from the tower. As the jet begins some forward motion, we switch to a shot inside. Inside the passenger cabin, Thaddeus Duke watches through the window as the massive jet quickly picks up speed, racing down the runway. Brody Goodman, looking slightly uncomfortable, sits across from his boss facing him.

’Beautiful’ Brody Goodman: You sure this is the right thing to do, Boss Man?

Thaddeus Duke doesn’t peel his eyes from the window as he replies.

It doesn’t matter if it’s perceived as right or wrong, Brody. What’s wrong is that company sorely underutilizing a man as talented as Ricky Rodriguez.

BBG: There’s some underlying chatter.

Brody pauses as Thad looks at him.

BBG: The term ‘poaching’ has come up.

?????: Thad’s not poaching, dad. He would never poach.

The camera pans to Thad’s right, revealing the source of the voice: Leo Goodman. Better known in the original OCW and TRIAD circles as just LEO.

They can say whatever they want, Thad pauses. What I know is Ricky Rodriguez was unhappy. What I know is he was already leaving. What I know is that he gave them one last opportunity to salvage the relationship. What I know, Brody… is they still didn’t give a damn.

BBG: There’s also chatter of… nepotism. Hiring your wife, hiring your quote unquote father in law… Now you’re hiring another friend.

LEO: That’s ridiculous! Dad! I’ve never seen a more upstanding, noble person in this industry than my man Thaddeus Duke.

I don’t hire my friends simply because they’re my friends, Brody. My position gives me the mandate to put forth the best talent I can on the best cards I can. A lot of talent has found their way off Madness. Some their call, some mine.

What I know, Brody… is that I don’t hire my friends simply because they’re my friends. I hire them because they can bring value to the XWF in general, and to Madness specifically. Ricky Rodriguez is a source of untapped potential and I have every intention of giving him the canvas in which to paint his own masterpiece… just like everyone else. It’s the same thing I have done whether they’re my friends or not.

The three men fall silent for a few moments.

LEO: So… Quebec, huh?[/red]

We fade back to ringside.

JC: Thaddeus Duke is now very apparently on his way to Mayhem and Zion Wrestling to relieve them of their Ricky Rodriguez!

DR: I’ve known that boy for a very long time, Jacuinde! Ricky is a little bit on the passive side. He’ll do whatever you want him to do, but I think Thaddeus Duke has had the right idea. Creating compelling television is a collaboration of minds, and maybe for the first time in his career, Ricky Rodriguez will have the freedom to just be himself, to at long last, carve his own path.

JC: We highly anticipate the debut of Ricky Rodriguez here on the Madness brand, but before we get to that, we’ll take a break and get back to the action. Stay with us!

Madness returns from break with ring announcer Randy Anderson standing in the center of the ring.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for ONE FALL! Introducing first!

RA: Being accompanied to the ring by Eren Hunt! From Cincinnati, Ohio weighing 205 pounds… GABRIELLL LLLLLANDRYYYY!

Walking On A Dream by Empire Of The Sun plays. Gabriel Landry walks out. He stands by the entrance way soaking in the atmosphere. He bolts down to the ring with a sense of enthusiasm. Sliding under the bottom rope, once inside the ring he kips up. He ascends to the second turnbuckle to play to the crowd. He does a backflip. Walks to the middle of the ring. He continues to get the crowd hype with his exuberance.

JC: The tag team champions on their way to the ring!

DR: Hunt and Landry have dominated the tag team scene here on Madness!

JC: They have, but in recent weeks, they’ve found themselves on the receiving end of some twin magic from the challengers and former champions, the Bing Bong Twinzz!

As Gabriel Landry stands in the ring his music, “Empire of the Sun;” fades out. The crowd cheers for the tag team champions. He takes a moment to soak in the positive reaction from the audience. The cheers die down. Gabriel turns to the ramp in anticipation of Mc Munquee and his twin making their way down to the ring.

Gabriel Landry: Bing Bong Twinzz...

The crowd instantly boo, not allowing Gabriel to complete his thought. He is not deterred, he allows the fans to voice their displeasure for the dynamic duo. Gabe takes a deep breath, collects his thoughts, and continues on.

Gabriel Landry: Dealing with douchebags is nothing new. Dealt with a few over the course of my short career, trust me, this isn’t my first rodeo. Your ambush a couple of weeks ago doesn’t faze me in the slightest. I could stand here, rant, rage. Get my blood pleasure spiked to the point all of you would question, Gabe, are you about to have a heart attack. I am not a piss and vinegar type of guy so I’ll tell you what. MC Munquee... I am going to allow my actions to speak louder than any fired up rant ever could. I’m getting my pound of flesh tonight, count on it!

The crowd cheers. Gabriel tosses the mic away. He is ready to get this battle started.

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Jacksonville, Florida, weighing allegedly over 300 pounds… one half the Bing Bong Twinzz… EMMMM CEEEE MUNKEEEE!

JC: These two weirdos… who apparently are super heavyweights now… have vowed to put the tag team champions in the Bing Bong Penitentiary!

DR: These guys are ridiculous and I love it!

Gabriel Landry w/Eren Hunt
- vs -
MC Munqueee w/Li’l Ca$h App

MC would look to gain an early advantage in the match and ground Landry’s speed and aerial finesse. Landry begins the match, looking to utilize that speed to his advantage as he avoided an early collar-and-elbow tie-up, avoiding C-Munqqquee’s arms and taking his back and leaping up for a hurricanrana. MC refuses to let Landry flip him over and pushes him. Landry counters mid-flight, landing gracefully on his feet but C-Munqqueee floors him with a Lou Thesz Press and peppers Landry with rights and lefts before pulling him to his feet and throwing him aggressively into the corner, sending a series of boots to the midsection and mudhole stomping him. The referee would give MC a five-count and only right before the five would the former tag team champion back-off. The reprieve would allow Landry the opportunity to regain his bearings and get back into the match. This would be evident when MC would come charging in and Landry effortlessly hoisted himself up onto the turnbuckle and leap off, spiking him with a makeshift Tornado DDT, scoring an early nearfall following an unsuccessful pin attempt. At ringside, Hunt would slap the mat in encouragement, yelling his tag team partner on.

With the momentum in his favor, Landry would go on to continue to impress with his high-flying style, taking down MC with a handspring elbow as well as an impressive Spanish Fly that got a very audible pop from the Dallas crowd. However C-Munqqquee wasn’t willing to stay down and let one half of the tag team champions dictate the pace of the entire match and fought his way back, thanks to well-timed Codebreaker as he countered an attempted springboard cutter from Landry. MC would keep Landry grounded for a good five minutes with crafty brawling tactics and relying on Li’l Ca$h App providing the necessary distractions to allow him to wear down Landry with ground-and-pound, chokes and other underhandedness, much to the chagrin of Eren Hunt who remonstrates. As the match begins to near its conclusion, Landry starts to mount a comeback, much to the delight of the Texas crowd. He counters MC’s attempt of a headbutt with a well-timed jawbreaker, coming down in a seated, split-legged position on the mat. He rallies with cheers from the crowd, building up a head of steam and nailing some big-time moves including a successful handspring cutter and a front-flipping piledriver that really gets the crowd going. Landry would signal to the crowd that it's time for the end and ascends the top rope, looking to “Take To The Sky” but Li’l Ca$h App has seen enough, jumping onto the ring apron and pushing Landry off which causes the referee to call for the bell, giving Landry the DQ win.

WINNER: Gabriel Landry by DQ (6:49)

The crowd boos vehemently as Li’l Ca$h gets into the ring and begins to beat on Landry as the timekeeper vociferously rings the bell as if it's going to stop anything. Hunt though slides under the ring and takes out Li’l Ca$h App with a crossbody block before lifting him and drilling him with the “San Manuel Spike”. MC C-Munqqquee is back to his feet now and goes to attack Hunt from behind but is stopped in his tracks by Landry who takes him out with the Hurricanrana Driver to a massive cheer from the fans. Hunt and and Landry grab both Bing Bong Twinzz up respectively and launch them over the top rope as the referee hands them their tag team championship belts and they hold them aloft, pointing at the twins as they retreat angrily up the ramp, mouthing off and pointing back.

JC: Two weeks ago on this program, The Bing Bong Twinzz despite not winning, got the better of the tag team champions!

DR: But tonight, the champions were ready for ‘em!

A new graphic displays on the X-Tron.

JC: It is official! November 5th on pay per view from the O2 Arena in London, the Bing Bong Twinzz will challenge Gabriel Landry and Eren Hunt for the tag team championships! Damon, what about it?

DR: I think Hunt and Landry ought not get overconfident. The Twinzz are absolute clowns but they’ve shown in the past that sometimes, they know how to hit that higher gear and can definitely steal this one if the reigning champions aren’t careful.

JC: It should be a good one. Fans, when we come back, Hayley Fien will defend the X-Division title.

JC: Back here tonight on Madness in Dallas! Up next, Hayley Fien is set to defend the X-Division Championship as she goes one on one with Johnny Miami.

DR: As is always the case with the X-Division championship, this is extreme rules and Jacuinde, no matter how a match looks on paper or how heavily favored someone is, any time you introduce weapons into the picture, all bets are off.

JC: That’s right and you just never know how these types of matches will unfold.

RA: The following contest is an extreme rules match for the X-Division Championship! First, the challenger. Already in the ring… from Miami, Florida weighing 175 pounds… Johnny MIIIIIAMIIII!

JC: Damon, I don’t know the last time Johnny Miami has won a match.

DR: Thing about professional wrestling, Jacuinde, is each week is an opportunity to wipe the slate clean and start fresh.

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Wildwood, New Jersey… she is the reigning, defending X-Division Champion… HAYLEYYYY FIIIINE!

JC: Karma has bitten Hayley Fien in recent weeks!

DR: Indeed it has! After so unceremoniously dispatching of Jacki O’Lantern to claim that title, two weeks ago on Madness, it was Drake Hemingway taking out Hayley Fien!

JC: And on someone else’s orders!

DR: Allegedly!

JC: Damon, Drake was seen backstage talking to someone right before the attack on the champion. The last I checked, 1 + 1 still equals 2.

Never Dawn (instrumental) by Lacuna Coil kicks in as the fans boo at her. Out comes Hayley Fien as she’s looking down. She looks back up as soon as the heavy guitar part kicks and walks to the ring. Ignoring the fans boos, she blows past them. As the guys are trying to cat call her, she stops and mockingly blows kisses at them and says that she’s not in their league. Hayley rolls into the ring and stands in the middle of it. She eyes the crowd still booing at her.

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Johnny Miami
-Xtreme Rules-

As champion and challenger prepare for the match ahead, a variety of different weapons are strewn across both the mat and the floor surrounding the ring. Chairs, tables, 2x4s, steel pipes, kendo sticks to name but a few are on display. The champion goes to grab a kendo stick and start off on the front foot but Johnny is quick to grab a weapon too, snatching up a steel chair. They stare at each for a moment before charging at one another, weapons in-hand. As the impact of kendo meets chair reverberates, both Fien and Miami drop them. The two would go back-and-forth with a series of catch–wrestling and technical exchanges, forgoing the use of the weapons on offer entirely for a good few minutes before Fien’s true colors would eventually come into play, grabbing a lead pipe and driving into Johnny’s ribs as he attempted a 450 splash.

Fien would continue to go on the attack, bringing the weapons more and more into the fray and amalgamating them with her moves. She flattens Johnny with a sit-out facebuster onto a steel chair but only gets nearfall. Johnny would fight back though, catching Fien coming in and hitting with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that sends her through the ropes and to the outside. Johnny would follow-up, grabbing a steel chair and climbing up the top rope and nailing a high-cross body to the outside, flattening the champion with the steel chair at the same time to a massive pop that grows when he kips-up on the outside, pumping himself up.

The match would continue to increase in intensity thanks to the nature of the match and the high-octane styles of both champion and challenger. Miami would secure several nearfalls as he capitalized on his momentum on the outside, keeping Fien on the backfoot. However he would soon go to the well one too many times, crashing and burning after an attempted spiral tap that saw him hit nothing but a pile of stacked steel chairs. Holding his neck in pain from the hard impact, Fien would take advantage, grabbing Johnny up and drilling him with the “Blue Heart’s Desire” Burning Hammer back into the pile of chairs, subsequently pinning him and securing another successful championship defense as the referee counted to three.

WINNER: and STILL X-Division Champion
Hayley Fien (9:13)

JC: Hayley Fien, with another successful defense of her championship here on Madness!

DR: She’s proving to be a fighting champion, you gotta respect it even if you don’t respect her.

JC: Looks like she has something to say!

After her match up, Hayley Fien is still in the ring and asks for a microphone. The ringside crew hands it over.

Hayley Fien: DRAKE HEMINGWAY!

The fans are in silence with Hayley not caring about their reaction at all.

Hayley Fien: Two weeks ago, you had a lot of gaul to come into this ring and attack ME after I successfully defended MY championship!

The fans give a slight mixed reaction for that statement.

Hayley Fien: If you think attacking me is going to make ME afraid of you, you are SADLY MISTAKEN! I don’t back down from anyone at all! If someone comes for me, I will fight back! What are your issues with me and WHY?!

She turns to the stage and leans over the rope.

Hayley Fien: COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND STAND FACE TO FACE!

The fans are standing to see what could happen as the lights go out. We hear Drake Hemingway’s theme song kick in, but no sign of Drake coming out.. Just then we see static come up on the screen and a black picture comes in. We hear the voice of Drake Hemingway.

Drake Hemingway: You’re quite... emotional, Hayley.

Drake emits a slight chuckle as the fans boo the enigmatic, mysterious wrestler.

Drake Hemingway: Suppose that is to be expected. Our introduction with one another was a tad unconventional. I assure you. I hold no ill will. My problem with you on a scale from one to ten is zero. Our chance meeting wasn’t random, oh no, not at all. Before anyone, including you, believe I targetted you to communicate my desire for the X-Division Championship you have made no secret of being proud to wear. Mere trinkets are not my sole motivation. Icing on the cake? Sure. I don’t possess the same gold lust that drives our peers into madness. Material possessions come and go Ms. Fien. Whether I remove the X-Division Championship from your hand is neither here nor there, all you need to know at this time. As it relates to my intentions with you, we all answer to someone. I can say with absolute certainty I don’t answer to your whims. So no, I won’t join you in the ring once more. The time isn’t now. My terms. Not yours Ms.Fien. Until we meet again... take care.

Drake snaps his fingers. The screen fades to black. Hayley is left taken aback in the ring as Damon Riggs stands up from his commentary post.

Damon Riggs: With our esteemed General Manager away this evening, he has expressed, through me, his desire to see Hayley Fien defend her X-Division Championship in just 13 days in London.

That opponent? If you couldn’t figure that out by now, then I really can’t help you. Ms. Fien, your dance partner on the 5th of November… is Drake Hemingway.[/white]

Dallas cheers the announcement as Damon Riggs returns to commentary and a graphic shows on screen.

JC: That match up, apparently made official by our stand-in General Manager…

DR: I am not a stand in, Jacuinde. Thaddeus Duke remains in touch with Madness despite him being in flight to Quebec. He relayed his wishes to me through a text message and I simply relayed that order.

JC: Nevertheless, Fien versus Hemingway is the second title match made official this evening, and that one should be a doozy!

DR: You need a thesaurus!

JC: Ladies and gentlemen, stay tuned to Madness as we have a lot more in store!

S&M By Rhianna begins to play throughout the American Airline Arena. “Spoiled” Summer Page walks down the aisle, followed by Enigma, who is holding the XWF Madness United States Championship belt over his left shoulder. They get to ringside, and Summer walks up the ring steps as Enigma hops up onto the ring apron. Enigma opens the bottom and middle ropes. Summer enters the ring, followed by Enigma. Summer grabs the microphone.

JC: Summer Page and U.S. Champ Enigma set to join us here tonight on Madness!

DR: Page and Marisol Vilaro have been embroiled in a nasty feud of late and made official two weeks ago, on the 5th of November, they will get it on!

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Mari, Mari, Mari, I honestly never thought we would ever be in this position. We will be in a big pay-per-view match in just a couple of weeks. Not on the same side, but we will be in opposing corners. We were once thick as thieves doing everything together, and I was happy to help promote Vilaro Systems because you have a hell of a product, plus you were my girl. So it was a win for everybody. I don’t know where to start with you because you’ll just manage to twist my words around because that is simply what you do. You’ve done it your whole career to everybody. It doesn’t matter if it were me, Mosh, Cliff, or Reno, and I am sure when you use up Gorgo, Chad, and Ness, you’ll no doubt do the same to them. But hey, I respect that because your ruthlessness has gotten you to the pinnacle of your industries. Both fitness and wrestling, so I can only applaud you for that. We tried to have a tag team match opposing each other, and in a couple of weeks, we will have our one one-on-one showdown. But over the last couple of weeks, it has been bothering me that you never gave an explanation as to why you chose to attack me several months ago. So why don’t you prance your way down here and explain yourself to me?!

JC: Marisol Vilaro, being called out here in Dallas!

DR: I urge them to tread very carefully!

JC: Last Madness, Thaddeus Duke ordered that if there was anymore physicality between the two, that they’d both be suspended indefinitely!

Summer waits for just a few moments, as all of a sudden, the catchy beat of Shake it off by Taylor Swift hits over the public address system, as the arena floods with loud boos, for perhaps the most hated woman in New York at the current moment. The daughter of Brad Jackson soon arrives dressed in a purple strapless top, a black flared mini skirt, black Gucci high heel pumps, and a matching handbag from the same company. The arrogant Fitness Guru is flanked by Cyrus Braddok, her trusted bodyguard, and her mentor, Nessa Wall. Marisol soaks in the hostile reaction as she gives a sarcastic pageant wave to her “adoring” public as she soon struts down the ramp like she owns the place getting into it, with the fans at ringside as her entourage follows right behind. The Catalonian woman sneers at Summer, with an annoyed look for being called out to the ring by Summer Page. As Cyrus soon lifts Mari up gently by her waist onto the ring apron, Nessa joins her, climbing up the stairs, followed by Cyrus, who enters halfway, holding the ropes.

Nessa soon enters first, followed by Marisol, who maintains her glare at Summer before giving her a bitchy smile; the Ambitchous one soon grabs a microphone as Mari motions for her music to be cut. As Nessa soon speaks in a clear, obnoxious, and snarky tone.

Nessa Wall: Use me? You have me confused for a numbskull like Chris Mosh. Now, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to all of you disgusting, boorish, New York City simpletons the most magnificent woman to grace your screens. She is the future of Madness and this entire business, the CEO and Founder of Vilaro Fitness and VilaroFit Gyms; she is the calculating, magnetic, drop-dead gorgeous, and a real beacon of light in this business. I give you my protege MARISOL VILARO!

The fans give that woman a loud reaction of boos as the petite blonde hands the microphone over to the Fitness Guru. Who has a bitchy look on her face; these two were once friends Cryus stands guard, ready to make a move if needed. The ruthless business woman soon put the microphone to her lips and began to speak.

Marisol Vilaro: First, thank you, Nessa, for that lovely introduction; again, calculating coming from a genius like you? It means the world to me, truly.

The fans boo the love fest going on between Nessa and Marisol, but they don’t care. It includes obnoxious kissing of the air by the cheek as Summer and E look on, confused, almost amused. The Fitness Guru soon speaks again, cutting directly to the matter.

Marisol Vilaro: Why did I attack you? Let's take this back. It started earlier this year after you failed against Serenity Holmes and went radio silent. I couldn’t contact you at all, and we were supposed to be a team; you got in your feelings over what? Mosh’s success? Or what over my rise to stardom? Instead of talking to me, you speak to literally our enemies. You made a choice, and you know, for a while, I was content with forgiving you. I was, I mean, all that we have done together from the very time I arrived until now, it was something, huh? I mean, the domination of a company for two years? That had to be something and all the time we spent together. But then I had an epiphany.

Nessa couldn’t help herself as the mic came toward her.

Nessa Wall: That means she had a revelation; I know it is a big word.

Marisol then returned the microphone to her lips.

Marisol Vilaro: Right, either way, if I forgave you, then what message would that send? That everyone can continue to use and abuse me?! No, this cesspool business will chew and spit you out, but I will not let it. So you know what? I decided a message needed to be sent, and you had to be that message that Mari’s done playing around, so I just needed the perfect time and your match against Mears. What better time than that? So, having Cyrus take out the Big guy there allowed me to get to you; it was simple and ingenious. Then I decided to have fun with this, so I had you going around and around, but I didn’t think you’d have the gall to steal from me. But as far as using people? Reno betrayed me, Morgan the same thing, and you and Mosh, you would have crossed me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen; hell, you could have bothered attending a meeting I called!

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Aww! All of this because you wanted my attention? This all makes sense because you never liked that my Uprising World Championship was won and lost without you even being involved. That is when it started. That is when things started to get awkward and the crumbling of the One Percent began. Which is why you think I owed you an apology. Which is fine because that is how entitled you are and I used to love that about you. You manifest the things you want, you go for it, and you get it. It is why you are in the position you are in now. Which is why I have to give it to you for getting one over on me and the big guy. I truly do…but that doesn’t mean I like it. Have you considered though this is why all these people went ahead and “betrayed” you? Just a thought because you are the common denominator. Not Reno, Chris, or Cliff, or even me. You are that common denominator but that is irrelevant, right?

Summer shrugs her shoulders.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: It is honestly why I avoided bickering with you because you twist the words of everyone. Everyone! I have no desire to chase my own tail. I entered into this business to step into the ring, to continue to grow as a performer, and reach my ultimate goals. To once again be the World Heavyweight Champion. Which is what you can’t handle because not being the center of everyone’s attention. That is why I am so excited that we are finally squaring off against one another in a couple weeks. So we can finally put this all behind us and can go on our merry way.

Marisol scoffed as she said.

Marisol Vilaro: In case you haven’t noticed the situation here’s the deal, I speak the truth as I always have and you act like I am twisting your words or actions. Tell me did you show up when I called the One Percent meeting? No, tell me did you even once check up to see how I was doing? I will give you a hint, that answer is also no. But you know what I am done with that, but we are going to have a match and I will do what I did to Mosh and pin you in the center of the ring proving everything I have been saying this whole time has been true.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Typical Mari. Twist a way, girl, but we both know the truth. We had been in a tumultuous time in our relationship for a while at that point because you couldn’t handle I did something on my own. Just like I’ll put an end to this drama myself in a couple weeks inside this very ring.

Summer and Marisol stand face to face not taking an eye off each other. After a few moments Enigma puts his hand on Summer’s shoulder as Cyrus whispers something into Marisol’s ear. Each lady starts backing up in opposite directions without taking their eyes off each other. Marisol and Cyrus exit one side of the ring while Summer and Enigma exit the other side of the ring.

JC: Enigma and Cyrus Braddock, doing their duty in the ring just now as they successfully avoided any physical confrontation between these two ladies!

DR: That’s all well and good. Those two men will be in action a little later on, but these two women, I suspect, will treat us to one hell of a match on the 5th of November.

JC: There’s no doubt about that, but fans… there’s still a lot more to come!

Madness returns to see the Madness jumbo jet landed on the tarmac at an airport in Quebec with the cargo door lowered to the ground. Seconds later, a double stretch Bentley limousine exits the belly of the plane and down the ramp. The cameras watch for a few seconds until the limousine is out of view before fading to ringside in Dallas.

JC: Thaddeus Duke and Brody Goodman have apparently landed in Quebec City!

DR: Zion Wrestling’s Monday Night Mayhem is live tonight IN Quebec City and I know if Thaddeus Duke had his way, he’d do a lot more tonight than just ruffle a few feathers as he steals one of their most talented performers right from their front door.

JC: Maybe we’ll see what happens a little later on, but right now, Chris Mosh is set to go one on one with Carmen Santana.

DR: Mosh has been a little up and a little down of late, of course, no thanks to Elijah Copeland. On the other side, Carmen Santana has yet to pick up her first win. As I said earlier, every week is a new opportunity for a clean slate.

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From Beverly Hills, California… CARMENNNN SANNNNTANAAAA!

The arena tron shows a shadowy silhouette against a California sunset. The arena lights go down, a dreamlike fog rains down from the ceiling as the lights come back on with a red tint as Carmen Santana emerges. She invites audience members to “keep dreaming”. She deliberately makes sure to stay out of reach of any common fans as she struts down to the ring. She gets into the ring slowly, about two seconds straddled on the middle rope and leaned forward.

JC: Santana lookin’ good this evening!

DR: She always looks good.

RA: Her opponent! From Las Vegas, Nevada weighing 210 pounds… The VEEE IIII PEEEE… CHRIIIIIIS MOSSSSSSH!

Carmen Santana
- vs -
Chris Mosh

Mosh and Carmen would begin the match with a traditional lockup, both trying to secure an early advantage, pushing the other back-and-forth. However this was a no-contest given Mosh’s far superior height and strength advantage and he would pull Carmen into a side headlock with ease, wrenching back on her head and neck before pulling into a front face lock and hitting a hard snap suplex. Carmen would take the move but resiliently got back to her feet quickly, brushing it off and catching the former multi-time champion with a series of quick-hit melee moves, firstly nailing him with a standing dropkick followed up by running enziguri. This would temporarily disorient him enough for Carmen to pull him into a small package pinning combination but the referee barely got his hand down for one before Mosh would power out of the entanglement.

Mosh would go back on the offensive, cutting off Carmen’s attempt to keep the momentum in her favor with a hard swinging neckbreaker followed up by an impressive belly-to-belly suplex that sends Carmen practically halfway across the ring. Mosh would go for a pin of his own but the referee counts to two before Carmen valiantly kicks out. The California Dreamgirl would rally again, countering an attempt at a Northern Lights Suplex into a surprising snap DDT that would result in another nearfall. Carmen’s momentum would soon grind to a halt though as Mosh’s experience would come to the forefront. He would wear down Carmen with a series of consecutive suplexes of different variants before hooking her up into the “Moshplex” (Bridging Fisherman's Suplex) and the referee’s hand hitting the mat for the…

JC: Woah! The lights have gone out here in Dallas!

DR: Mosh was just about to pick up the three count!

JC: If the official can’t see it, he can’t count it!

When the lights return, Elijah Copeland is in the ring behind Chris Mosh. The official pleads with him not to do what he’s thinking of doing. Those pleas go ignored. Mosh, initially distracted with his attention toward the entrance way, turns around. Seeing Copeland, he takes a step back and begins running his mouth.

JC: Mosh wants to do it right now!

DR: We literally still have a match going on here!

During the “will they or won’t they” Carmen Santana has begun recovering and slowly gets to her feet. Copeland begs off Mosh, turns, and clobbers Santana with a lariat that spins her inside out. The referee calls for the bell.

WINNER: Carmen Santana by DQ (9:44)

JC: Elijah Copeland is a ghost!

DR: Mosh is livid!

JC: Santana is the DQ winner here tonight on Madness!

Copeland escapes the ring after the lariat before Mosh can even react. In the ring, Mosh leans down to aid Carmen Santana, but keeps his eyes steady on Elijah Copeland who stares a hole through Mosh as he backpedals up the ramp. On the X-Tron above and behind Copeland:

JC: With Remember, Remember, the 5th of November just 13 days away, our 5th match has just been made official!

DR: Chris Mosh and Elijah Copeland will go one on one LIVE in London!

JC: This all started when Copeland cost Mosh the United States title against Enigma back at Relentless last month!

DR: And now they’ll clash one on one!

JC: Still to come folks, to huge title matches!

When Madness returns from break, the footage picks up outside of the Videotron Centre in Quebec City, Quebec, the home of tonight's Zion Wrestling Mayhem show. Fans who remember what happened on the last Madness knew exactly why they were there. Seated upon a concrete wall was none other than Ricky Rodriguez. Not even having a match tonight, Ricky was dressed rather casually, a pair of gray denim jeans and a light blue Texas Chainsaw Massacre hoodie.

But Ricky wasn't alone. Joining him would be Ashlynn Cassidy and Willa Stoneheart. Ashlynn was dressed just as casually as Ricky, a pair of black, form fitting, leggings and a hoodie matching the one Ricky wore perfectly. Willa still had her match coming up so she was all geared up, except for a black leather jacket to cut some of the night air's chill.

Willa Stoneheart: 'You know..whatever you decide, we have your back the whole way, all the way, no matter what.'

Ashlynn nodded her head, wholeheartedly agreeing with Willa's sentiment. She wrapped her arm around Willa's shoulders, the pair smiling reassuringly at Ricky.

Ashlynn Cassidy: 'Of course! To the end of the Earth and back! We'll be right here with you.'

Ricky Rodriguez: 'I honestly don't know what I'd do without you two. Even when nothin bout none of this seems for sure or nothin, I still feel like I can run it all with you two supportin me like y'all do.'

Rising up off of that wall, Ricky wore that bright smile as he wrapped his arms around both of them. They just stood there, embracing one another for a few moments before that Bentley limo pulled up to where they were. The trio broke their hug, turning their attention to the car. Coming out of it first was 'Beautiful' Brody Goodman and shortly after was General Manager of XWF's Madness brand, Thaddeus Duke.

Ricky's smile brightened that much more after seeing Thad who clearly returned the enthusiasm showed by Ricky. The two stepped up to each other, sharing a big hug, even letting it linger. Finally parting, Thad took a step back, looking Ricky up and down.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Thaddy here to save me?'

Of course I am, they're stupid for wasting you and now everyone's gonna see it.

And of course, that's when Brody stepped up to the plate.

'Beautiful' Brody Goodman: 'Beautiful Brody Goodman here with what could be one of the biggest inside scoops to date! I'm on location at this week's Zion Wrestling Mayhem event. And I'm here, of course, with none other than, what most can only describe as disgruntled, Ricky Rodriguez! Thanks for meeting with us, Double R.'

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Mann, ain't like I got shit else to do here tonight, right?'

'Beautiful' Brody Goodman: 'Damn, we're getting right to it, aren't we?'

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Y'all saw that whole in ring right last week, yeah? Assumin that's why y'all here. And I mean..'

Extending his arms outwards, Ricky seemingly presents the arena behind him.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Y'know..after that whole thing out there in the ring last week? Not one fuckin person in Zion, outside of Willa of course, reached out to me. No askin how I'm doin. No seein if anythin can be done. Just fuckin..nothin. So..y'know what that means?'

'Beautiful' Brody Goodman: 'What's that mean?'

Ricky Rodriguez: 'It means alotta things, Brody. First and foremost, I'm done, fuck it. I'm not gonna be in a place that, no matter what I do or say or feel, doesn't even fuckin see me. It means that I needa step away before I start legit hatin the people in that arena. Maybe I'll step away, branch out and do other things and maybe things will be different later.'

Though his words sounded hopeful, the body language and expression Ricky carried proved he felt nothing like that.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'But most importantly, you..'

Ricky motions his head towards Thad, that smile shifting more into a smirk.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Let's fuckin do it.'

Thad was so stoked by Ricky's answer, he clapped his hands together, nodding his head.

'Let's fucking do it.'

Turning around, Ricky focused his attention on Willa, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Go kick all the ass out there, baby. Ima go get this squared away then we'll celebrate the future~'

Willa grinned from ear to ear, nodding her head in full agreement. The two shared a kiss as Willa turned, making her way back inside. Once those doors closed behind her, Ricky and Ash walked up to Thad and Brody.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Let's make it official.'

First, I really gotta take a leak.

Thad & Ricky advance toward the front of the building, stopping at the sign post. High above their heads is Zion Wrestling lit up bright on the marquee. The car door behind them, opens up. Leo calls out after Thad and Ricky.

LEO: IF YOU’RE PEEIN’ I’M PEEIN’![/red]

The Brody and Leo Goodman, Thaddeus Duke and Ricky Rodriguez, with their backs to the cameras as Ashlynn casually looks on, relieve themselves on the proverbial front doorstep of Zion Wrestling. Excitement radiated from all of them as they got into the limo. As soon as that last door closed, the scene cut away to Madness in Dallas.

DR: Welcome to Madness, Ricky Rodriguez!

JC: …did they just literally piss on…

DR: They most certainly did!

JC: While Ricky and Madness make it official, we’ll take a break. When we come back… Cyrus Braddock challenges Enigma for the United States Championship!

JC: We’re back here in Dallas…

DR: Thad just texted me a pic just now, Jacuinde! It’s signed, sealed and delivered! Ricky Rodriguez is officially Madness bound!

JC: This has been a wild ride tonight, certainly Ricky Rodriguez becoming the newest member of the Madness brand should add a lot of entertainment to what it is we do here on Monday nights but right now, Damon, the United States title is on the line!

RA: The following contest… is for the United States Championship!

RA: Introducing the challenger! From Memphis, Tennessee. Weighing 305 pounds… CYYYYRUSSS BRRRRRRADDOCK!

As the drum beat starts up for Animal Magnetism, Cyrus Braddock steps out from behind the curtain. Stopping on stage, he surveys the crowd a moment before throwing up his arms and yelling something unintelligible. On the way down the aisle, his stride matches the drum beat as he looks over the nearby members of the Universe. Every now and then, he'll exchange a fist bump with a cheering fan.

JC: The 6 foot 9 Tower of Power that is Cyrus Braddock!

DR: Marisol Vilaro’s assassin! Her attack dog!

RA: His opponent!

RA: Weighing 275 pounds. He is the reigning! Defending! United States Champion! EEEEEEEEENIGGGGMAAAA!

Luna est dominae,
Volkodlak malorum,
Artes et perditae,
Lycan incarnatus,
Luna est dominae,
Volkodlak malorum,
Artes et perditae,
Lycan incarnatus…

A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until “The Monster Machine” is revealed in full.

The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.

Rota! Vita! Mara! Vena! Mare! Dracul! Morte! Vita! Rota! Vita! Mara! Vena! Mare! Dracul! Morte! Vita!

ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the hood from his head, revealing his soot-streaked face and colorless eyes as well as the snake writhing around his neck. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest.

JC: As big as Enigma is, Damon… Big Cy Braddock is even bigger if you can believe it!

DR: If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it!

XWF United States Championship
ENIGMA ©
- vs -
Cyrus Braddock

If you looked up the word “Slobberknocker” in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of the Monster Machine and Cyrus Braddock going hammer-and-tongs like two Greek Gods clashing atop Mount Olympus. LIke with the end of the mixed tag match from a fortnight ago, both men would attempt to overpower each in the early-going but reaping no rewards. Enigma would attempt a massive discus clothesline but the 6ft9 behemoth Braddock wouldn’t even budge, offering nothing but a cocky smile as he thumped his chest in defiance. Enigma wouldn’t need a second invitation to try again and rams a massive big boot straight to Braddock’s jaw which does stagger him this time but also seems to fire him up too. He responds with a big boot of his own that sends the defending champion down who bounces right back, shaking the momentary cobwebs away and runs at Braddock only to get caught in a massive overhead backbreaker. Braddock goes for a pin but barely gets a one-count as the champion powers out defiantly.

Braddock would press his advantage over the next five minutes, forcing Enigma on the backfoot and hammering away at him in the corner, disorienting the champion with Snake Eyes and pushing the referee’s patience by just straight-up choking him in the corner before planting his foot in his throat as well. The referee remonstrates with him but he might as well be invisible such is the notice he takes. Eventually, Braddock would turn his head sharply in the referee’s direction as if to warn him off. This split-second lapse would be all that Enigma would need to get himself back into the match. He would bury a big boot straight into Braddock’s midsection followed by a clubbing blow to the back of the neck before grabbing him and hitting a corner exploder suplex.

As Enigma would build his momentum back into the match, eventually it would come back to the two behemoths standing toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, trading punches like two heavyweight boxers throwing caution to the wind in the last round. Neither would give an inch, absorbing everything the other was throwing until the champion would begin to wear down his taller adversary. He bounced off the ropes, and crashed into Braddock with a running lariat that would send Braddock staggering into the ropes. Enigma would charge again, going for a spear but Braddock would counter audaciously, going for the Vilaro’s Justice powerbomb. Incredibly though, Enigma would counter, able to land on his feet, shaking the ring beneath them. He displays incredible strength, pressing Braddock high over his head and drilling him back down with Damnation (gorilla press drop/slam) before bookending the comeback with “Questions & Answers” (Chokebomb). Enigma would press his legs over onto Braddock’s shoulders as the referee counted 1…..2…..3!

WINNER: and STILL United States Champion
ENIGMA (14:23)

DR: This has been a grievous miscarriage of justice here tonight!

JC: Enigma successfully defends his championship and…

DR: Braddock got his foot on the rope! The count should’ve been stopped!

JC: Even if it had been stopped, I don’t think Cy had enough left to kick out!

DR: Maybe he didn’t but now we’ll never know! He didn’t think he had to kick out since his leg was on the rope!

The crowd erupts as another ppv card graphic is displayed on the X-Tron.

JC: Annnnd we’re gonna run this one back in London!

DR: This was the right thing to do! I know Thad doesn’t like to interfere with official decisions, but had he been here he might’ve thought differently. As it stands, Enigma is victorious tonight but he’ll have to face Big Cy again in just 13 days!

JC: Fans, we’re still not done! As Damon mentioned, we’re a mere 13 days from our very first ever Madness exclusive pay per view and coming up next, the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line in a massive main event! Sahara challenges Myra Rivers for the big one, next on Madness!

Madness returns from break with the cameras focused on Randy Anderson in the center of the ring followed by a ringing of the bell.

RA: This match… is set for one fall and is for the XWF World Heavyweight Championshiiiip!

RA: Introducing first! From Miami, Florida! She is the REIGNING! DEFENDING! UNDISPUTED! UNDEFEATED! HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPION! Of the WORLD! MMMMMMMMYRAAAA RRRRRRIVERRRRRRS!

JC: Myra Rivers in hostile territory here tonight!

DR: Dallas, Texas is the hometown of Penelope and Myra will no doubt have her work cut out for her tonight!

JC: Say what you will about her challenger, but she’s very capable of stealing this thing tonight!

DR: Sahara is capable and that’s why she and Penelope are Icon Status while everyone else licks their boots.

JC: The champ will speak!

Before the match begins, Myra requests a microphone at this point. She removes the title from around her waist and then hands it over to the referee. She does hear a more mixed reception than she’s used to, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering her at all. She takes things in stride before she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: Now, I know I am probably not the most popular person here at the moment…

The more negative reactions become a little louder in this moment.

Myra Rivers: But that’s just fine. I learned my lesson from Relentless and I understand that Penelope is your hometown girl. I also understand that there are fans in this town from a decade ago that happen to hold a grudge against me for the misadventures of the one protege I’ve ever had in my career that turned out to be a massive failure in this industry but that’s besides the point. I’ve got a title to defend and there is some revenge to be had because you all know that when it comes to Sahara, I haven’t quite gotten my revenge on her yet for her role in the beating that I got on the Madness prior to Relentless. Granted, I know it’s going to look VERY nepotistic for the wife of our General Manager to have a title shot tonight, but I’m not going to focus on that.

I’m not looking at it from that lens.

I am looking at it as vengeance being mine in the grand scheme of things. But let me ask Sahara a question before she comes out here and this is something that she needs to think about. What if she wins? You and Penelope both want the same thing in regards to the world championship that I hold and I know for a fact you both are basically thirsting for my destruction. You both want to destroy me and you both want to destroy everything that I’ve built here on Madness. Well guess what? You failed at Relentless and tonight? You’re going to fail again. But what if you win? What if you… say… accomplish that mission tonight? Are you both going to be truly loyal to each other or would Penelope turn on Sahara in a moment’s notice?

I don’t think you’ve thought this through, either of you.

Or hell, for all I know, it may not matter because the only thing that would, would be that I’m no longer champion and figure everything else out later?

Am I getting warm yet?

Myra pauses and rolls her eyes, but when the negativity from the fans in the building get louder, she does take notice of this.

Myra Rivers: Whether you’re with me or whether you’re against me, the one constant that has rung true for the last few years of my career is that I get things done no matter what the circumstances, no matter what the environment, no matter how bleak things may look. I haven’t forgotten about the fact that going into Relentless, I was written off by many. I admit that I let it bother me way more than I should’ve, but I STILL got the job done and I STILL cemented my status as THE face of this brand…

Myra has to pause, for this statement causes the Penelope fans in the audience to REALLY turn against her.

Myra Rivers: …and tonight? No matter what Sahara throws at me, I’m NOT afraid of her and most importantly, I KNOW that this match is going to be one of those matches where if I HAVE to get dirty in my own right, then I am going to do just that. It’s not my most preferred way of winning, but this is one of those matches where I throw my own morals book out the window. This is one of those matches where I sit my daughter down and tell her ‘don’t watch this match’ because this match WILL get ugly and this match just MAY bring out a side of me that I DON’T want my daughter to see. That’s how personal this match is and when you throw in a hostile environment? Then as far as I’m concerned nothing is off the table. I’ll STILL be the champion when it’s all said and done and I WILL have my revenge on Sahara just as much as I got revenge on Penelope at Relentless. I am beyond that point in my career where I need to be afraid of something. I’m not afraid of this crowd, not afraid of Penelope and I’m damn sure not afraid of Sahara.

So you better drag your ass out here NOW, Sahara…

Because as far as the grand scheme of things goes? If I don’t finish this MY way tonight… then I’m going to at least get closer to doing that. Sorry not sorry, north Texas… but having beaten “your girl” already, I know that I am nothing but confident as far as tonight is concerned. So you can try to boo me out of this state, but it’s going to take WAY more than that to get me down…

Myra drops the microphone at this point and then leans back into her corner, angrily waiting for what’s to come.

JC: Myra Rivers, out to make a statement tonight!

DR: The only title match not yet official for the 5th of November…

You can’t make this shit up. Right on cue, appearing on the X-Tron…

Dallas erupts.

JC: And there it is! Penelope will indeed challenge Myra Rivers one more time for the World Heavyweight Championship!

DR: We don’t know that yet! We just know that that’s the match. It could very well be Penelope defending HER World title against Myra Rivers in London!

RA: Her opponent and challenger! Originally from Chicago, Illinois and now residing in Long Island, New York! SAAAAAAHARAAAAAAAA!

it seems strange that my life should end
in such a terrible place…

As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow.

ADRENALIZE ME

As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog...

COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED

As Sahara moves toward the center of the rampway, her rows of platinum braids shine from within the shadows. Clad in black and white attire, her one of her boots is emblazoned with the word White, and the other Widow. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her face etched with a permanent scowl of condescension. She slowly turns her gaze toward the fans before locking eyes on the squared circle...

I'M HERE FOR ONE DRUG
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?

As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she slowly begins making her way to the ring. At ringside, she slides into the ring locking eyes with her opponent. Sahara does not break eye contact under any circumstance.

JC: This could very well be the biggest main event we’ve ever had!

DR: It undoubtedly is, Jacuinde! Sahara has been the main event everywhere she’s ever been. Just because she’s married to the boss means nothing. Sahara is every bit a challenger.

JC: You no doubt took offense to Myra suggesting she’s in this spot because of the backstage facts?

DR: I’m not offended by it. That’s the risk we run but the reward is far greater because Sahara is here and nowhere else.

XWF World Heavyweight Championship
Myra Rivers ©
- vs -
Sahara

The bell rings and the two women come to the center of the ring. They both jack their jaws at one another until Myra sends a hard slap to Sahara to a chorus of boos. Sahara spins, but stiffens up before she turns and sends a stiff forearm shot right into Myra’s upper chest. Hard enough that it nearly knocked the wind out of her.

Sahara dives at Myra to a resounding ovation, with a double leg take down. Sahara leaps from the mat and lands at Rivers side, trapping her in a side headlock before sending repeated right fists into the forehead of the World champion.

DR: Boy I dunno… Sahara seems more vicious tonight.

JC: This isn’t anything Myra Rivers can’t handle.

After being threatened with a DQ for her closed fist, Sahara finally relents and gets to her feet. Myra remains grounded as she nurses her ailing head, but Sahara will have none of that. She leans down and grabs a fist full of hair, ripping the champion to her feet. Sahara then whips her toward the ropes.

On the rebound, Myra underhooks the top rope to stop her momentum immediately. Sahara though, rushes forward with a clothesline sending Myra Rivers tumbling over the top rope and down to the floor.

JC: Sahara looking good here early on!

DR: That’s why she’s icon status and you look on in envy.

The White Widow runs to the far side ropes as Myra Rivers gets back to her feet. After the rebound, Sahara dives through the ropes, crashing into Myra’s chest with a suicide dive to a roar from the capacity crowd.

In the ring, the official admonishes Sahara as she’s back to her feet and climbs to the apron. She ignores his every warning while climbing to the top rope. On the floor, Myra is slower to get to her feet. But still does. She turns around to find Sahara. Sahara though, lands a huge flying body press from the top rope to the floor to another Dallas ovation.

JC: Myra has yet to have an answer for this incredible aerial assault from Sahara!

DR: You’ve had it in your mind that Sahara wasn’t a valid challenger and I dare say that maybe Myra Rivers did too! And now those chickens are coming home to roost tonight on Madness!

Somewhat slower to get up, Sahara gets to her feet and grabs Myra by her hair. Whether it was an intimidation tactic or not, Sahara drags Myra several feet before lifting her back to her feet and sending her into the ring.

Following her in, Sahara is quick to her feet and grabs Myra before sending up and over, then down to the mat with a snap suplex and floats over for a lateral press.

DR: Sahara with the cover!

JC: Twwwwo anddd no. Rivers with a kickout.

With Rivers still on her back, Sahara climbs back to her feet and ascends the turnbuckles. Perched on the top with her back to the champion, the White Widow takes a backwards leap of faith with a moonsault to Myra Rivers.

JC: Rivers moved!

DR: Sahara eats the canvas!

With Sahara stunned on the mat, Rivers springs to life as she dives toward her, turns her over, hooks a leg with her leg and goes for the quick win out of nowhere.

DR: Legs double hooked!

JC: Twooo and no! Sahara kicks out!

Rivers gets back to her feet and immediately leaps and drives an elbow into the sternum of her challenger to a growing chorus of boo’s before again, getting back to her feet. Grabbing a hand full of Sahara’s hair, she pulls her to her feet. Lifting her up, Myra slams her down back first against her own knee, then forces Sahara’s chin down toward the mat in a pendulum backbreaker submission.

JC: One way to limit Sahara’s aerial ability is to limit her flexibility!

DR: This match so far has been everything I expected.

With Sahara refusing to give up, Myra finally releases the hold, shoving her challenger from her knee. Upright quickly, Myra lifts Sahara to her feet, traps her in a side headlock, then runs toward the ropes. Rivers leaps, springboards off the ropes and plants Sahara face first into the mat with a bulldog.

DR: Rivers with the cover!

JC: Two annnd…

DR: Sahara gets her shoulder up!

Rivers gets back to her feet, smelling blood in the water. She stands back and awaits as Sahara, somewhat groggily, gets back to her feet. Turning to find Myra, she spins, but Myra hits her…

JC: Vixen kick!

DR: Hooks the leg!

JC: One! Two!

DR: Thank God!

JC: Sahara kicks out!

DR: Come on, Sahara! Get back in it!

Somewhat disappointed by the kick out, Myra Rivers gets back to her feet and signals for the end. Sahara wills herself to her feet but she’s in bad shape. Rivers takes her over into a reverse standing chinlock, set to give her the Spirit Breaker. As she turns, Sahara reverses, lifting Myra Rivers up and slamming her down in a northern lights suplex.

DR: Reversal!

JC: One! Twoooo and no! Rivers survives!

DR: Here’s the separation you needed, Sahara! Time to capitalize!

Both women get back to their feet almost simultaneously. Quicker than a hiccup, Myra goes for another Vixen Kick but this time, Sahara was ready for it and dicks underneath the deadly kick. Her equilibrium off balance, Myra is in trouble as Sahara traps the leg and delivers an exploder suplex, sending Myra Rivers crashing hard to the canvas.

DR: Quick on the cover!

JC: Two and NO! Again, the champion kicks out!

Sahara is slow to get to her feet, allowing Myra time to recover. She lifts Rivers to her feet, but Myra breaks her grip and sends a forearm shot to Sahara’s chin that rocks her backward. She stiffens up and sends a shot of her own. Soon, it’s back and forth, back and forth as the two women trade punches, kicks and forearms.

At long last, Sahara ducks an attempt and Myra accidentally nails the referee with a forearm shot. Sahara remains on her knees as she digs around in her shorts. Meanwhile, Myra continues to check on the official, making sure he’s okay. He assures her he’s fine as he gets back to his feet.

Sahara gets to her feet after slipping something into her mouth. As Myra turns, Sahara clamps her jaw muscles and looks ready to spit when Myra punches her square in the throat. Sahara gasps and chokes. Her eyes eventually turns red as she convulses and looks like she’s ready to throw up.

Then…

It came…

Penelope’s vile orange mist concoction is upchucked by Sahara, right into the side of the officials face and down his shoulder.

Immediately, and angrily, he calls for the bell as Sahara drops to her hands and knees, still choking on the mist.

WINNER: and STILL World Champion
Myra Rivers by DQ (16:31)

DR: This is a sad state of affairs when Myra Rivers can clock the referee…

JC: That was unintentional!

DR: And you think Sahara meant to puke up that orange mist onto him?

Myra Rivers claims her championship after the bell and even mocks Sahara, who by the way is still choking. Rivers holds her title up high to a chorus of boo’s from this Texas crowd.

JC: She brought that on herself, Damon. Myra was the better, smarter woman tonight and maybe these Dallas fans don’t like it…

DR: The eyes of Texas are upon you, Myra Rivers!

Jacuinde goes to respond but the microphones are cut. A moment or two later, the Dallas crowd begins to serenade the World Champion.

XWF Universe:

The Eyyyyes of Texas are upoooon yoooou,
Allllll the live-long daaaaay.

In the ring, Myra Rivers elation turns to straight up uncomfortability as she stands in the center of the ring, looking out among the masses.

The Eyyyyes of Texas are upoooon yoooou,
You caaannotttt getttt aaawaaay.

Myra Rivers demeanor soon turns to a more chilled one.

Dooooo not think you can escaaaape them,
From night ‘til early in the morrrrn.
The Eyyyyes of Texas are upoooon yoooou.

Suddenly, the lights in Dallas go out and the crowd singing to her ceases immediately. Thousands upon thousands of eerie glowing eyes appear to stare toward the faintly lit ring.

On the entrance stage, lights come on. None of them are attached to the entrance rigging and none of them are arena lights. Instead, its dozens of Penelope’s creepy lighted hats. One hat stands tall above them all.

The 5th of November herself, Penelope. The lighted hats ignite the dozens of faces of small, school aged children.

Now the children begin to serenade the World Champion.

Penelope’s creepy bastard children:

The stars at night
Are big and bright

clap clap clap clap

In the ring, Myra Rivers is determined to show strength and to be ready in case Penelope jumps the ring.

Deep in the heart of Texas
The prairie sky
Is wide and high

clap clap clap clap

Penelope and her creepy little children of the corn continue to stalk closer to the ring.

Deep in the heart of Texas
The sage in bloom
Is like perfume

clap clap clap clap

The children now surround the ring. If she’s shook, Myra isn’t showing it. But anyone would be.

Deep in the heart of Texas
Reminds me of
The one I love

clap clap clap clap

Then it happens.

Deep in the heart of Texas

SMASSSSHHHHH!

Sahara jumps Myra Rivers from behind, clobbering her over the head with a chair. Rivers lays seemingly unconscious on the mat. Penelope enters the ring and Sahara hands her the World Championship. Penelope stands with Rivers below her, holding the title high.

With no announcers, Madness simply fades to black.]]>

Grimgor Ironhide
- vs -
Drake Hemingway

Madness returns from break with ring announcer Randy Anderson standing in the center of the ring.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for ONE FALL! Introducing first!

Gabriel Landry w/Eren Hunt
- vs -
MC Munqueee w/Li’l Ca$h App

WINNER: Gabriel Landry by DQ (6:49)

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Johnny Miami
-Xtreme Rules-

WINNER: and STILL X-Division Champion
Hayley Fien (9:13)

RA: Her opponent! From Las Vegas, Nevada weighing 210 pounds… The VEEE IIII PEEEE… CHRIIIIIIS MOSSSSSSH!

Carmen Santana
- vs -
Chris Mosh

WINNER: Carmen Santana by DQ (9:44)

XWF United States Championship
ENIGMA ©
- vs -
Cyrus Braddock

WINNER: and STILL United States Champion
ENIGMA (14:23)

XWF World Heavyweight Championship
Myra Rivers ©
- vs -
Sahara

WINNER: and STILL World Champion
Myra Rivers by DQ (16:31)

Pyro explodes throughout the Spectrum Center as the Sound of Madness dies down while we’re joined by Jacuinde, the voice of Madness.

JC: We are LIVE! We are SOLD OUT! Tonight! We’re at the Spectrum Center here in beautiful Charlotte, North Carolina! And THIS! IS! MADNESS!

The cameras settle on the announce team.

JC: Hello everyone, my name is Jacuinde and alongside me as always, my broadcast colleague, Damon Riggs.

DR: Jacuinde, this crowd is manic!

JC: Damon, we are hot off the heels of an impressive showing from the Madness brand on the grand stage of Relentless!

DR: Let’s talk about that for just a minute, Jacuinde. At Relentless, that was the first showing on pay per view from this rebirth, this reimagining if you will, of the Madness brand and so far, everything that Thaddeus Duke promised when he took over this show, has come true!

JC: Indeed it has, Damon! The man has lovers and haters, like anyone, but it's his leadership, his guidance that has brought Madness from the brink of extinction and Relentless was a showcase.

DR: You’re absolutely right! That man wanted to use Relentless, the biggest and most highly visible event on the XWF calendar to announce the arrival of Madness and our men and women did not disappoint.

JC: And just to recap, in the night one main event, Myra Rivers successfully defended her World Heavyweight Championship against Penelope in an absolutely brutal casket match!

DR: In hindsight, I feel like that match alone would have announced the arrival of Monday Night Madness as a premium brand of wrestling television. That being said, it was an incredible match.

JC: It was! And while we were all duped in thinking Sahara was on her honeymoon with our esteemed General Manager, she arrived at Relentless intent in helping Penelope defeat Myra Rivers, only for Rivers to eliminate her from the equation and successfully retain.

DR: She was on her honeymoon, Jacuinde! I was at the wedding, I personally walked her down the aisle, but in speaking with them before night two, Sahara didn’t want to miss Penelope’s match so they left Japan a day early.

JC: They tried but they failed to unseat Myra River and her incredible reign continues! And speaking of night two, the vacant United States Championship was on the line as Chris Mosh attempted to become the first ever Grand Slam champion in Madness history, but in order to do it, he’d have to get through Enigma!

DR: Enigma is without a doubt one of the most fierce and FEARED competitors in professional wrestling today. Try as he might, it was Enigma becoming the NEW United States Champion!

JC: But it wasn’t without controversy though as Elijah Copeland, who has been going through a bit of a change the last several weeks, he made absolutely certain that Chris Mosh wasn’t successful!

DR: Those two are in action later tonight as Copeland teams up with Kevin Mears to take on Chris Mosh and Sean Parker!

JC: Speaking of Mears and Parker, Damon… Since the moment that match came to its unfulfilling conclusion, I have been searching for words to describe what it is we witnessed on night three between those two men.

DR: Quite simply, what you saw will go down in wrestling history as one of the greatest one on one, no gimmick contests that anyone has ever witnessed. Those two men put on an absolute clinic and I’m positive I can speak for the General Manager because we’ve talked about it since, Parker versus Mears lived up to the hype, it lived up to the billing and it was fully deserving of being showcased on the show of shows on the third night.

JC: Thaddeus Duke has gone on record saying that night three was what everyone wanted to see. The first two nights, the fans talk about the main events and title matches, but night three is what everyone talks about.

DR: Say what you will about Anarchy and Warfare, yeah, we know they’re the ones that brought all the eyes to the XWF, but I don’t mind saying that Madness stole the fucking show on night three.

JC: I’m in total agreement on that one, Damon. Despite the bellyaching Kevin Mears did leading up to Relentless that he was not awarded Sean Parker while the ink on his new contract was still wet, it’s almost as if Thaddeus Duke knew exactly what he was doing while he held off on that match until our Super Bowl.

DR: Excuse the turn of phrase, but there is a method to his madness, Jacuinde. We know how good Mears is. We learned how good Parker is. Putting those two on night three was a stroke of genius that he’ll probably never get credit for.

JC: There’s a rumor that I haven’t confirmed, Damon. Rumor has it that the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York was originally scheduled for tonight's show, but coming out of Relentless, someone wanted to test the Madness reach. Madness was moved out of the northeast at the last minute so the company could see whether or not we were really gaining traction.

Damon pauses and looks around the Spectrum Center that is filled to max capacity.

DR: Mission accomplished!

JC: Speak of the devils!

DR: Or one of them, at least.

JC: Sean Parker, set to join us here tonight!

“Ken’s Theme” by ToxicxEternity blares throughout the arena and moments later, Sean Parker appears on the stage, still in his street clothes, to a massive cheer from the crowd. He grins from ear-to-ear, acknowledging the cheers as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with fans on either side of the rampway as he does so. After a moment, he slides into the ring under the bottom rope and makes his way to one of the corners. Sean climbs up onto the second rope and raises his hands in the air which conjures another chorus of cheers from the sold-out crowd in attendance. As his music fades out, Sean leans out of the ring, through the middle and top ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table and motions for a microphone which he is duly handed.

JC: I wonder what he wants to talk about!?

DR: Who cares? Like him, love him or hate him, Parker is money

He takes his place in the center of the ring, bringing the mic up and begins to speak.

Sean: What’s going on, Charlotte? How are we doing tonight?

The crowd cheers once again at the pop for the city in which Madness is taking place tonight and Sean continues.

Sean: Two weeks removed from the biggest three nights of the year for XWF and I won’t lie, I’m still feeling mixed emotions about what happened on Night Three. Kevin Mears and I stole the show. As the commentary team said, we put on one of the, if not the best match in this brand’s history.

DR: Oh, Mr. Parker, you misheard!

JC: What we said was, one of the best matches ever. Period.

Sean: I should be ecstatic, Charlotte…I should be on cloud nine. In my first-ever appearance on an XWF pay-per-view event, eyes of all the brands, of the higher-ups on me, could this plucky, young Scottish kid that Thaddeus Duke plucked from obscurity, repay the faith put in him to shine on the big stage?

On one hand, I’m sure I’ve answered that question. I showed just how damn talented I am when I took Mears through thirty minutes of back-and-forth action, and you know what, before I go any further, I will give him his due. I likely won’t ever break bread with him but Mears is an incredible in-ring competitor and it’s clear why Thad was keen to tie him down to a new deal and keep him on Madness because, like it or not, this place would be a helluva lot duller without him, and I wouldn’t have been able to put on the performance I did because to do that, it takes two…

The crowd gives a mixed response for Sean’s bigging up of Mears’ in-ring ability but it’s actually mostly positive.

JC: Credit where it’s due, I like it!

Sean: Back to my point….Did I repay the faith put in me by Thaddeus Duke and Theo Pryce? On one hand…yes. On another, I didn’t set out what I aimed to do and that was to put an emphatic personal marker down. I wanted so badly to win that match and had opportunities to do it and I let my own hubris get in the way of the task which was to win.

So, as much as I wanted to win, I didn’t. My shoulders were pinned to that mat for the referee’s three-count as well as Kevin’s….And now ENIGMA’s newly-won United States Championship remains without a number one contender and tonight, everyone embroiled in this little puzzle to determine who gets the shot is involved in a tag match tonight.

Mosh, you and I have never had any qualms since I arrived. I know what you’ve achieved in your career and you know I respect the hell out of that… it was shit you lost out on your opportunity to capture the U.S. Title because of what Elijah pulled at Relentless.

And Elijah, you and I have never crossed paths. We share the same employer here and another company outside of the walls of XWF but we’ve never met. I don’t know if you intend to be a fly in the ointment or what your aim is in the grand scheme of things but aside from this match tonight, if we stay in our own lanes, I’m sure there won’t be any trouble…just know though…Kevin is not beyond hanging anyone out to dry if he thinks a tag team partner isn’t pulling his weight…just a little FYI for you.

Sean looks like he’s about to leave the ring when he suddenly stops and his eyes widen slightly, as if he’s had some sort of light bulb moment.

Sean: Oh yeah… I almost forgot, one more thing…I couldn’t help but notice that the next XWF pay-per-view extravaganza takes place on November 26th…Fire and Ice: Double Cross…in Edinburgh, Scotland….

The crowd gives another loud cheer which draws a wry smile from Sean.

Sean: Now…I’m assuming you’ve all figured out from my accent that I’m not from around these parts.

DR: Whaaaaaaaat?

JC: News to me, man!

Sean: I was raised in the former ancient capital city of Scotland, a city called Dunfermline, just a half-hour drive from Edinburgh, the modern capital city of Scotland. I’m proud to be British but I’m proud to be Scottish and one of the few Scottish professional wrestlers out there making waves….but the one thing I’ve never had the pleasure of is having a match in my home country on any stage, let alone with the grandeur of Edinburgh Castle, the most iconic structure in Scotland.

Sean gestures his hands in an almost calming fashion, holding his palms up.

Sean: Now, I know...Fire and Ice isn’t a Madness event and XWF senior management wants us here on Monday nights to have our own path but, you cannot have an event in Scotland without your own only Scottish superstar appearing…so I’m not asking, or demanding…

Sean looks deep into the hard cam as it zooms in on his face, filled with raw emotion.

Sean: I am begging! Give me a match at Fire and Ice. I don’t care if they’re on Madness, Anarchy, Warfare, I don’t care if they’re even in XWF! Please! Someone step up and face me!

JC: He’s correct! XWF will hold its next pay per view extravaganza Fire & Ice from Edinburgh Castle in Scotland!

DR: He’s also correct that the powers that be here in the XWF, aside from Relentless, aren’t keen to allow cross branded events.

JC: And that keeps in line with Thaddeus Duke’s own vision for the Madness brand! To let our shows stand on its own two feet!

Sean Parker starts to get a little restless, thinking no one will answer his call. Parker gets set to leave and even begins to step through the ropes when music cues up, causing him to stop and back up back into the ring.

Scotland The Brave plays as live bagpipes and drums file out from the back to the entrance stage. As the drums kick off, a short, skinny statured figure emerges from backstage. Clad in a kilt to a pop from the Charlotte, North Carolina crowd is the adopted tweenage son of Lauren and Thaddeus Duke.

JC: Young Frankie Duke!

DR: My grandson! Kinda!

JC: If Frankie is here, I can promise you that his dad isn’t too far behind!

The unparalleled babyface of Frankie Duke, learning cues from his dad for the last few years, slaps hands with the fans on his way to the ring. After climbing the ring steps, he turns to face the crowd and throws out his hands to roaring approval.

JC: This kid… he’s arguably the most popular Duke in wrestling history!

DR: Oh, there’s no argument, Jacuinde. That is the absolute truth!

Scotland The Brave winds down as Parker, while smiling, stares down the little dude in front of him. Frankie holds his hand out and Parker goes to slap him five. Frankie pulls his hand back at the last second and motions for the microphone. Parker laughs and peels away.

Sean: Seems Duke the Younger has something to say! Think I should let him?

Parker asks the hot crowd and they respond in an overwhelmingly positive fashion. All smiles, Parker comes to Frankie, hits one knee to get on his level, then hands him the microphone to another pop.

Frankie: You really gotta work on your cheap pops, man! Do it like this…

Duke the Younger peels off toward the corner and hops to the second rope.

Frankie: CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINAAAAAAA!

Easiest.

Pop.

Ever.

Frankie jumps back down to the canvas and returns to Sean Parker.

Frankie: I’m only two-teen Sean, so it’s obviously not me. That, and I’m not even trained but I do have a question for you… Are you ready?

Parker doesn’t answer, but he noticeably chuckles.

Frankie: Ladies and gentlethems… THE LIONHEARRRRT!

Charlotte gives its approval as ‘Sirius’ strikes up. In the ring, Parker is back on his feet and pacing some while he stares toward the entrance way. Sirius transitions to ‘My Name Is Human’ before Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage. As is a common occurrence, he wears blue jeans and a hoodie.

In the ring, the music fades out as the fans continue to roar their approval.

Thanks for that incredible introduction buddy, he says as he slaps fives with Frankie. Y’know I never get to come out here on Madness as Thaddeus Duke the wrestler so like… I dunno… that reaction, Parker here in the ring laying out stupid open challenges, my all time hype man here with me… it just feels good.

Parker goes to speak, but is immediately cut off by Thad.

No Sean, this is where you watch and learn. This is where you stop and listen, he says as he starts to pace. See, the thing about open challenges is that you never really know who you’re gonna get. I guess that adds to the mystery of the whole thing, but before this goes any further, before this thing becomes official, you need to know exactly what you’re getting into.

Thad pauses his speech then stops pacing as he comes face to face with Sean Parker.

A couple years ago, I was the villain. My opponent happened to be one of my best friends and our match happened to occur in New York City. Despite being the villain, despite being the quote unquote bad guy, I was cheered and Smith was boo’d heavily. It got into his head and threw him off his game.

He didn’t know how to play the villain.

See Sean, I know how to play both sides of that fence. I know that doing this match on your home turf, near your home town inside your home country… I will absolutely be the villain.

No one in Scotland will want to see me win, no one in Scotland will want to see their hero fail.

Thad pauses as Parker takes in what he’s saying.

I have no problem with filling the villain role, but I have to warn you Sean… I need to warn you of exactly what that means. As good as I am playing the heavily cheered favorite, I am undoubtedly stronger and better when I stand on the other side of that fence.

So you need to ask yourself Sean… Are you willing to risk losing? Are you willing to risk being defeated in what may very well be your only chance to fight in front of your countrymen?

I have no problem being the villain, but Sean… are you ready for what that means?

Thad gives way to Parker.

Sean: I know how good you are on your worst day, Thad, when your back is against a wall, when you’re up against it. There’s not a person on this planet that you could place in front of me that I’d shirk away from facing at Fire and Ice.

I’d rather lose to you a thousand times over than wonder “what if”. What if I had the opportunity to compete in a once-in-a-lifetime match, in front of my friends, my family? I live my life with no regrets, Thad and this is no different. But you have to ask yourself…are you ready for what’s coming in Edinburgh? You’ve been in hostile environments before, hell you’ve wrestled in a freaking ghost ship… but you’re going to be on my home turf, my countrymen creating a noise they’ll hear Stateside. Edinburgh Castle was once the greatest stronghold in Britain and the last time a foreign invader breached her walls, do you know what happened? Hmm?

Sean steps again towards Thad so they’re almost nose-to-nose.

Sean: His head was hung from her walls as a warning to any man who dared to dream of thinking he could take her for his own.

Thad takes a step back and smiles while slowly pacing.

Britain… not Scotland, he began. You wanna know the biggest difference between Americans and the Scots?

As an American, we’d rather die on our feet than ever live on our knees.

DR: Shots fired!

JC: I can’t believe he just went there!

Sean, you’ve been out there making a name for yourself. I’ll never deny it. That’s why I brought you here. You haven’t disappointed even a little bit. Mears is good, he’s great. Kevin isn’t me.

He’s not in the Hall of Legends. He’s not on the marquee banner on the XWF website. He hasn’t been a main eventer every place he’s been.

That’s me, Sean. That’s what I am.

I thank you for everything you have done and all the things you continue to do for Madness, but at Fire & Ice, I’mma make you a real fuckin’ star!

Thad drops the mic as Parker’s ‘Ken’s Theme’ plays. Thad and Frankie Duke exit the ring and make their way to the back as we find ourselves once again with the ringside announcers.

JC: The boss just dropped the proverbial mic!

DR: Thaddeus Duke and Sean Parker at Fire & Ice!? That is incredible news!

JC: Fans, we kick off the action NEXT, on Madness!

JC: We’re back here on Madness and kicking things off tonight, one half of the tag team champions Eren Hunt goes one on one with Li’l Cash App of the Bing Bong Twinzz and Damon, on the last Madness, it was the Bing Bong Twinzz prevailing in their bid to become the new number one contenders to the straps.

DR: Say what you want about those two brothers, but they have proven time and again that they can be formidable when they really put forth an effort. They’re still a relatively inexperienced tag team but with each success and with each failure, they’re learning.

JC: The future challengers notwithstanding, do you think those two have what it takes to, when the time comes, take the straps from Landry and Hunt?

DR: It’s the wrestling business, Jacuinde. Anything can happen on any given night. On paper? No, probably not but wrestling matches aren’t contested on paper. When the time comes, I have a feeling the Bing Bong Twinzz can and will shock some people.

RA: The following singles contest is set for one fall!

RA: Being accompanied to the ring by his brother! From Jacksonville, Florida Li’l! Ca$h App!

Da Bing Bong Twinzz bust out that back stage bitch like WTF and perp slash pimp walk to the RANG. You feel me?

JC: I can’t like them, but they sure are entertaining if nothing else!

DR: I don’t think they care if you like them or not!

JC: They probably prefer I didn’t.

RA: Their opponent!

RA: Being accompanied to the ring by his partner, Gabriel Landry. He’s from San Bernardino, California and weighs 217 pounds… he’s one half of the World Tag Team Champions…. ERRRENNN HUUUUUNT!

As "THRIFT SHOP" begins to play, Eren walks out of gorilla wearing his oversized fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving as many fans as he can before getting to ring side. He climbs the stairs in the corner, getting into the ring before going to each side of the ring, pumping up the crowd before making his way to his corner, removing his entrance gear and preparing for the match.

JC: Hunt and Landry! They won the tag team titles from the Bing Bong Twinzz at the end of August and so far so good, as they continue to roll on as champions!

DR: Yeah well, these two little idiots are comin back for those straps sooner or later!

Li’l Ca$h App w/MC
- vs -
Eren Hunt w/Gabriel Landry

The bell rings and the match kicks off with both competitors locking eyes, Eren wastes no time in unleashing a barrage of boxing-style punches, open-hand strikes, and knife-edged chops on Li'l Ca$h App.

Li'l Ca$h App fights back, countering Hunt's assaults with his own flurry of brawling haymakers and calculated strikes. The momentum shifts back and forth as both wrestlers showcase their contrasting in-ring styles. Throughout the match, Hunt displays his diverse move set, including European uppercuts, forearm shots, suplexes, and a variety of powerful kicks. Li'l Ca$h App retaliates with his own arsenal of moves, creating an intense back-and-forth battle in the squared circle.

As the match reaches its climax, the tension escalates. Li'l Ca$h App rolls out of the ring, feigning injury. As Hunt goes to follow him out, the referee stops from exiting the ring forcing him back but at the same time, on the outside of the ring, MC C-Munqqquee sneakily replaces Li’l Ca$h App who is still on the floor, unbeknownst to the referee. After the referee turns around, Gabriel Landry runs around to the other side of the ring, waving for the referee’s attention and points to Li’l Ca$h App, remonstrating and pointing to MC C-Munqqquee. The ref looks back and forth between the twins for a moment before the penny drops. MC C-Munqqquee argues his case, attempting to convince the referee otherwise but he’s not having it and orders him out of the ring. Meanwhile on the outside, Gabriel throws Li’l Ca$h App back into the ring and runs around the other side, pulling C-Munqqquee out of the ring as well, much to the delight of the crowd. Back inside the ring, as Li’l Ca$h App holds his head in his hands at the situation, Hunt drills him with the “San Manuel Spike" and pins him for three. The referee calls for the bell and Eren Hunt is announced as the winner, his hand raised in victory. Gabriel slides into the ring and hands Hunt his tag team championship belt and they celebrate with their titles held aloft.

WINNER: Eren Hunt by pinfall (8:31)

JC: Eren Hunt is victorious but…

DR: I don’t think it’s over!

Their celebration is short-lived as Da Bing Bong Twinnz, frustrated by their defeat, unleash a vengeful post-match attack. They launch an ambush on Hunt and Landry from behind with respective low blows before snatching the tag team title belts and they proceed to smash the champs with Cancel Culture. Grinning in triumph, the twins drape the tag team championship belts across the fallen champs before they leave the ring to boos from the Charlotte crowd.

JC: Damon you may be right!

DR: Of course I am, Jacuinde!

JC: The Bing Bong Twinzz with a measure of revenge here tonight! Madness rolls on when we come back!

The camera catches up with Kevin Mears in his locker room as he’s leaned over and tying up his boot laces for his tag match later in the show. As soon as he notices the camera, he looks up and shakes his head.

Kevin: I know what you want, so I’ll try to make this somewhat brief. Tonight, I’m in a tag match with Elijah Copeland, a man I have had zero interaction with outside of a triple threat a few months back where he pinned the blandest blonde woman you could ever meet. Random. I got zero issues with Elijah honestly and truly. Yeah, I know he screwed over Mosh. Honestly, I don’t blame him. Mosh has always been a clown, and what do you do with clowns but make them look like clowns? Are we tag partners? No, Random, like I said. And then there’s Sean Parker, who’s a mark for himself clearly.

He let out a very long exhale as he said that.

Kevin: Here’s a guy who got a draw against me at Relentless about two weeks ago, and he’s getting off because one announcer said it was the best match in Madness history..or one of them. I’ve been here a lot longer than you, Sean. Trust me when I tell you it wasn’t a high bar to reach. Besides that’s one person’s opinion. I want you to list all your favorite matches you’ve seen that ended in a draw. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

He checks his wrist as though there’s a watch on it, which there obviously isn’t.

Kevin: Time’s up. A draw doesn’t mean shit to me. So what if some fans liked the match? Well good, happy day for them. You asked me the other day what do I want? Yes, I do have a new contract that pays me a lot of money. You’re right about that. Do you know how many people in this company since I got here have pinned me in the ring and gotten their hand raised? Zero. Not a fucking one. How many have made me submit? Zero. Not a fucking one. It’s been that way from the day I got here over a year ago. And what has it gotten me? One more random match after another. Just a litany of opponents who haven’t found the way to get their hand raised against me. Have I been the odd man out in multi-person matches? Yeah, quite often. But when you ask me what I want? What I want, Parker, is to be recognized for what I can do. You want to know why I leave early at these shows? Because XWF has never treated me like anything more than just another person on the roster. They don’t take me seriously, so I’m happy to return the favor. And being shoved into a #1 contender match against the new golden boy that Thad obviously wants to be a champion, that doesn’t qualify. Who else loses a tournament final but immediately gets put into a match for another title shot like a consolation prize? Much less that it’s me you’re facing for it? What about any of that should I be thrilled about?

He goes back to lacing up his boots as he continues.

Kevin: I said it on my X account the other day. I’m just here for the money. I’m not a ‘team player’ by any stretch when it comes to this company. I’m here to put on the best match on the card, and hit the door after I hit the shower. So tonight in this tag match, Elijah, I got your back. You can fuck with these two all you want, I’m fine with that. With the mood I’m in, I’ll probably help you with it. Mosh is a clown, Parker clearly smells his own farts and thinks they’re perfume. I’m the realest person on this roster because I’ll tell you exactly how it is because I have zero fucks to give what anyone here thinks about me…aside of maybe two people. And when you don’t give a shit, trust me when I tell you it gets a lot more dangerous for those who keep poking the bear. I am the Original Ace for a reason. There’s no one out there better bell to bell. And the precise moment that this company recognizes that, all I’m here to do…is collect the money for what very few months I have left on this new contract. Now you can leave.

Kevin looked up to the camera, and started to get up to go towards it before the cameraman finally was out of his locker room.

DR: Pointed words!

JC: Pointed words, indeed!

DR: Mears and Parker stole the show and in fairness, that has as much to do with Parker as it does Mears!

JC: I really don’t think the story between those two men is a one and done proposition.

DR: Oh not by a long shot.

JC: Folks, there’s more action when we come back!

JC: Back here on Madness, folks!

DR: Up next, the moment everyone has been waiting for!

JC: The incomparable Sahara makes her long awaited in-ring debut coming up right now!

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

RA: From Beverly Hills, California! CARMENNN SANTANNNA!!!

The arena tron shows a shadowy silhouette against a California sunset. The arena lights go down, a dreamlike fog rains down from the ceiling as the lights come back on with a red tint as Carmen Santana emerges. She invites audience members to “keep dreaming”. She deliberately makes sure to stay out of reach of any common fans as she struts down to the ring. She gets into the ring slowly, about two seconds straddled on the middle rope and leaned forward.

JC: Santana, one of the newer arrivals here on Madness and while she’s shown some impressiveness in the ring, she hasn’t yet put it all together and pulled out a victory.

DR: She has the chance here tonight, but it’s a tall task to be sure. People say a lot of things about Sahara and for the last couple years, she’s made a habit out of being an impressive specimen all on her own.

RA: Her opponent!

RA: From Chicago, Illinois now residing on Long Island. Ladies and gentlemen… SAAAAAHARAAAAAAAAA!

it seems strange that my life should end
in such a terrible place…

As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow.

ADRENALIZE ME

As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog...

COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED

As Sahara moves toward the center of the rampway, her rows of platinum braids shine from within the shadows. Clad in black and white attire, her one of her boots is emblazoned with the word White, and the other Widow. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her face etched with a permanent scowl of condescension. She slowly turns her gaze toward the fans before locking eyes on the squared circle...

I'M HERE FOR ONE DRUG
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?

As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she slowly begins making her way to the ring…

DR: The Queen of Wrestling!

JC: Someone did it.

DR: …

DR: Miss Madness herself!

JC: Someone did it.

DR: …

DR: The First Lady of…

JC: Someone did it.

DR: Shut the hell up, Jacuinde! The Duke’s are the true First Family of Wrestling and I won’t hear it any other way!

Carmen Santana
- vs -
Sahara

Sahara Duke and Carmen Santana engage in a competitive match. Sahara, known for her aerial maneuvers, faces Carmen, who specializes in striking attacks.

The match begins with Sahara showcasing her agility with a moonsault. Carmen counters with a series of strikes, including dropkicks and spinning wheel kicks. As the match progresses, both wrestlers demonstrate their resilience and determination. Sahara fights back with her own moves, countering Carmen's strikes with acrobatic maneuvers and well-executed strikes. Carmen retaliates with chest chops and high scorpion kicks, displaying her determination and skill.

The intensity of the match rises as Sahara gains momentum. She ascends to the top rope, preparing for a high-risk move. However, Carmen anticipates and knocks her off balance, thwarting the attempt. Undeterred, Sahara continues to display her aerial prowess, attempting a springboard meteora and diving clothesline. Carmen counters skillfully, evading the attacks and launching her own offensive maneuvers.

The match remains evenly contested, with both wrestlers pushing their limits to secure victory. Sahara and Carmen engage in a series of near-falls and close pin attempts, displaying their resilience and tenacity.

In the closing moments, Sahara summons her last burst of energy. With an impressive display of athleticism and timing, she finally executes the Venom Drop (Coup de Grâce) to Carmen's midsection.The impact leaves Carmen struggling to breath, curling up and clutching her midriff over. Seizing the opportunity, Sahara goes for the pin and the referee counts:

One…!

Two…!

Three…!

The referee calls for the bell, holding Sahara’s arm aloft in victory.

WINNER: Sahara by pinfall (9:19)

JC: That was a great match!

DR: And I couldn’t be prouder! She’s overcome so much just to get to this point tonight and there’s no better way to knock the ring rust off than with a great opponent like Carmen Santana!

The sound of heels clacking against the hard floor can be heard. As the camera pans out the fans boo at the sight of the most “nerve-grating woman” on the planet, Marisol Vilaró. Dressed in a black flared mini skirt, a purple v-cut top from Dolce and Gabbana, her trademark butterfly necklace around her neck, and leather high heel boots. The Catalonian woman is clearly on a mission as she sauntered down the hallway, surprisingly alone without her muscle Cyrus Braddock by her side. The backstage staff seemed to avoid her line of sight, likely to avoid Marisol’s talk of life-changing opportunities. However, soon, there is a gleam in the eye of the Fitness Queen. As she turns on her heel, the camera pans and spots the mighty and astonishing force, ENIGMA. Soon, the young woman saunters over, approaching the big man. As she had her hand on her hip, her big bright smile that could light up an entire room soon crossed her features as she said in an almost bubbly tone.

Marisol Vilaró: Enigma, this will only take a moment of your time; see, big guy, I have watched you for a long time, and you’re impressive; no doubt everything you’ve said has come true. I’m glad you won the United States championship, not that idiot Mosh. I do feel, however, there is one thing that is holding you back from your true potential. That is Summer Page.

The fans cheer at the mention of the name, but they turn to boos at what Marisol is saying about her. However, Enigma stares directly at her as the CEO of Vilaro Fitness continues.

Marisol Vilaró: Like, all the tools you have, all the ability you have, we all know that Summer likes to latch onto people who are more prominent names or have the potential to overshadow her. Look at how she latched onto me then abandoned me in my time of need like I don’t want to see the same thing happen to you, and this business is filled with monsters and evil people. I want to see you fulfill your full potential, no matter what because this business would be better off.

For a long moment, The Monster Machine stares at Marisol, the silence growing awkward before he breaks it by clearing his throat. That familiar raspy voice is calm, though a thread of steel is running through it.

Enigma: Four championships, two of which will never be defended again and you believe my talents are being repressed?

His laughter is anything but amused.

Enigma: I respect you, Marisol. Do not let this lead you to believe you’ve got free reign to run that famous mouth of yours. What you do not understand in this arrangement is that Summer has always needed me far more than I have ever needed her. Nothing has changed on that front – I would think that would be abundantly clear given the championship I claimed for myself at Relentless—all on my own. No help. No machinations. No need for any of that. I appreciate your concern. Truly. Even though it’s unfounded.

Marisol eyed him carefully as she soon spoke in a “concerned” tone.

Marisol Vilaró: I believe you are being done a disservice by being at Summer’s beck and call. Summer always looks for those stronger, more talented, or more intelligent than her; look at how she used me to get a world title and then played the whole silent game while sucking up to others. It is what she does and will always do. Yel helped me see that just like I want to help you see. I saw what you did to Mosh, which was expected from my vantage point.

Enigma: It’s a good story. I’ll give you that. But you are doing a lot of assuming where I’m concerned. From the moment my chains were broken, I became a willing monster. These hands…

He looks down, flexing his fingers.

Enigma: They will rend and tear both friend and foe. They do not care about allegiances. About loyalties. This arrangement serves me more than you think. And the moment it does not, there is no need to worry, Miss Vilaro. You have already seen I can handle my own business.

Marisol maintained her gaze before looking down at her well-manicured nails but before looking up at the mountain of a man standing right before her. The Catalonian woman soon spoke again.

Marisol Vilaró: I know you can handle your business; no one here is stupid enough to believe otherwise.

Marisol paused briefly as the gears in her head turned, and her voice rang out again.

Marisol Vilaró: But as far as it being just a story, maybe now that is how you see it, and that is fine. But eventually, one day, you will see it for the truth and realize that Mari was right all along.

Enigma: It’ll be a cold day in hell when that comes to pass, for sure. Now, if you don’t mind–

Whatever he was going to say is cut off by the arrival of Summer Page. Summer looks at Marisol, then looks over at Enigma, back at Marisol again, and back to Enigma.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Is Mari trying to recruit you to her side, big guy?

Enigma: Something like that. Not that she could afford my fee.

There’s something almost ominous in how he says it and how his gaze never wavers from Summer’s.

Marisol Vilaró: I am just trying to warn him about how you tend to use your “friends,” but it seems he already has a general idea, and that is something you have to live with, just like you stole from me.

Summer smiles.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Typical Mari. You forget, girl, that I was one of the very few that stood by you, and I know how you operate. Not that neither Enigma nor I owe you any kind of explanation, but he and I originally came together to form a business arrangement. Luckily, paying him what not only he asked but what he deserves wasn’t a problem for me. Fortunately for me, he has outperformed what he asked for, and I just hope the financial raises and perks are to his liking…

Summer quickly glances over at Enigma before turning her attention back to Marisol.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: This may just be wishful thinking on my part, but I hope what we have formed over the years is a bond that you can never understand, Mari. Because, unlike you and hell, I would say even like me that, Enigma is a good and honest man.

Marisol rolled her eyes at Summer’s statements as she spoke in a bitchy tone.

Marisol Vilaró: A bond I can never understand? I believe he can speak for himself. Summer, that is the problem with you, you think you know how I conduct business? You have little idea; things have changed over the past year. Remember when you never answered your phone when I was trying to right the ship that you and Mosh broke? Then you couldn’t have bothered to attend a simple business meeting I called, but I should have expected that. If it's not about you, it's a problem, and it’s always been that way.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Never mind that when I just spoke of a bond between Enigma and I, it could just be wishful thinking on my part, but that would kill your narrative if you let the truth slow you down.

Summer shakes her head.

Marisol Vilaró: My narrative, I speak from experience when dealing with you, what you’re like. It's not my fault; you want to force this whole “I am the victim” thing that Marisol is just mean and nasty and doesn’t care about anyone but herself; these statements are all wrong. Again, you’re the last one who gets to talk about narratives.

The big man takes in a slow breath, looking like the raised voices of the two women are giving him the worst headache.

Enigma: While I appreciate your boldness, Miss Vilaro… and your concern for me, I think it’s time for you to go. Can you find your way out, or do I need to show you the way?

Marisol rolled her eyes; her face was red as she looked at them with a hint of fury. Her voice got low and angry, as if the fire in her had burnt down to the core and then came back.

Marisol Vilaró: Fine, have it your way. I was just offering you help, but you know what? Whatever, I hope you see the truth for yourself. E, break those chains.

Marisol storms off angrily, pushing past a staff member in her way, as her heels can be heard. The scene then fades to black, with Summer and Enigma looking at each other and then at the retreating figure.

JC: And the plot between Vilaro and Page THICKENS!

DR: Love her or hate her… hell, everyone hates her. Anyway, you gotta admire her ability to stick to her own delusions that she makes up in her head.

JC: Well, that’s one way to put it.

DR: I’m in awe, really.

JC: Keep it right here on Madness as Mosh and Parker team up to take on Copeland and Mears!

JC: Back here on Monday Night Madness and these four men are set for battle so Damon, what you got for us?

DR: Major, major championship implications can be had here tonight. Mosh was on the brink of the Grand Slam when Elijah Copeland made sure it didn’t happen. Mears and Parker? They were competing for a contendership when they pinned each other.

JC: I don’t think anything gets decided here tonight barring some kind of announcement from Thaddeus Duke, but I think tonights outcome could just aid the decision whatever it is.

Chris Mosh & Sean Parker
- vs -
Elijah Copeland & Kevin Mears

The bell rings and the match is underway. In one corner, Mosh and Parker talk some strategy, looking to be on the same page and after a brief conversation, nod to one another and fist bump and Mosh takes his place on the ring apron, indicating Parker will start things off. On the other side, it’s not as cordial as Copeland seems to have not even given Mears any say and makes it his intent to start the match too.

Parker and Copeland begin by trading blows and exchange some chain wrestling and reversals before Copeland gains the upper hand momentarily. After a miscue, Parker tags out to Mosh who enters by unleashing a fury on Copeland, nearly getting himself disqualified more than once.

Now beginning to keep himself in check, Mosh tags out to Parker. The two use quick tags and high impact offense to keep Copeland grounded for the time being. More than once, Copeland has the opportunity to tag out to Kevin Mears but decides against it, at least momentarily enraging Mears.

For the time being, Copeland ignores Mears and continues his assault on Mosh before finally tagging out to Mears. Mears takes his time getting in the ring, then misses an elbow drop as Mosh rolls out of the way and tags to Parker. Mears immediately tags out to Copeland causing Charlotte to boo pretty hard.

Copeland re-enters and he and Parker go at it for several minutes before Copeland gains the advantage and secures a few near falls. Copeland makes a mistake allowing Parker to tag out to Mosh as Copeland tags out to Mears.

Like their partners, Mosh and Mears go at it for several minutes with Mosh eventually gaining the upper hand and securing near falls for his team with Copeland breaking them up as he sees fit.

There comes a time when Mears makes the tag to Copeland. Elijah resumes a vicious assault on Mosh and gains a near fall before Parker breaks it up. The distraction allows Mears and Copeland to deliver a brutal double team assault on Mosh while Parker protests. Parker eventually leaves the ring and Mears is the “legal” man.

Mears lands his finisher on Mosh and gets a near fall as Parker breaks it up. On the outside, Copeland grabs a chair as Parker and Mears argue among themselves. Parker retreats to the apron with Mears running his mouth. Mosh recovers enough to lunge at Mears to drive him into the corner and tag Sean Parker. Parker enters the ring as Mosh slowly retreats to the apron.

Parker and Mears are just about to lock horns when Copeland nails the recovering Mosh in the back with the chair causing the immediate disqualification. He goes to hit him again but security rushes the ring to hold all four men apart.

WINNERS: Chris Mosh & Sean Parker by DQ (17:53)

JC: That was a hell of a match just completely ruined by Elijah Copeland!

DR: There’s a part of me that wonders if that wasn’t by design, if that wasn’t planned from the start by Copeland and Mears!

JC: You might have a point! Kevin Mears did all he could to avoid tangling with Sean Parker!

DR: And this thing between Chris Mosh and Copeland continues to heat up!

JC: At some point, that things gonna have to come to a head! STAY WITH US!

In the back, we see Hayley Fien, wearing her signature black lace top and leather pants along with her leather jacket. Her hair’s laid out as she has the X-Division Championship around her shoulder. She’s looking right at it and begins to speak.

Hayley Fien: Feels good to be champion again.

She smirks, knowing that she “won” the championship by taking it away from Jacki O’Lantern back a couple of weeks ago by attacking her.

Hayley Fien: I bet everyone’s upset about the fact that I did such a horrible thing when I came into this place a couple of weeks ago. I am so bad that I need a spanking.

She smirks.

Hayley Fien: Well, that’s only for my future husband ONLY!

She fixes herself along with the championship around her.

Hayley Fien: Anyways, it seems like Mr. Thaddeus wants yours truly to be a fighting champion and show my worth of being one. Has he seen what I’ve done in the past? I’ve WON championships that I defended with pride, and yet, he doesn’t think I’m a proper champion…

She rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed with this.

[color= #01A9DB]Hayley Fien[/color]: Because of this, I am in a Xtreme Rules match this week against Grimgor Ironhide and I must say that putting me in this match is one decision you’re going to regret!

She eyes the camera

Hayley Fien: If you heard of my supposed “toxic” reputation, I have a tendency to get violent in the ring. I have a tendency to destroy anyone that comes across me in this match. You can ask any opponents I faced off against. Hell, you can even ask Marisol Vilaro, who’s also here!

She rolls her eyes after saying that name again, obviously disgusted because they hate each other.

Hayley Fien: Bottom line is this, these types of matches are my forte. These types of matches I excel in and putting me in this was a mistake for my opponent!

Hayley takes one more look at her belt.

Hayley Fien: Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

She walks away to her match, thinking about what she said.

The cameras follow her for a brief moment before capturing Drake Hemingway on the other end of the hallway. Drake is on his cellphone with somebody.

Drake: Yes sir, I will……………….. That’s the end game? To dominate every title division on Madness?

Drake smiles ever so briefly.

Drake: Tonight?................ Consider it done.

JC: Drake Hemingway seems to be getting instructions from somebody… but WHO?

DR: Sorry I wasn’t paying attention. I was just about to call Brody’s hotline at 1-900-999-9999! I heard this week he has a real hot tip for us concerning those weirdos over at TRIAD!

JC: Stop feeding him… anyway, Drake’s match is NEXT when we come back!

JC: We’re back here on Madness and we’re ready to resume the action with Johnny Miami waiting in the ring!

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Salem, Massachusetts weighing 245 pounds…. DRRRRAKE! HEMMMMMINGWAAYYYYY!

The lights go out. "Exciter" by Judas Priest plays from the loud speaker. Steam rises from the stage. Out walks Drake Hemingway. The spotlight shines on him as though he is an angel being given to us from the heavens, his aura tells a different story. He walks down to the ring. Drake walks up the steel steps, walks across the apron. He walks to the center of the ring as the lights come back on. He stands there stoically waiting for the match to start.

JC: Drake hasn’t had the best of luck so far in his Madness run, but he hasn’t exactly had the easiest of opponents!

DR: He got off the shnide recently though and notched his first victory in the win column. What I know is that Drake Hemingway is extremely talented and while he was in a bit of a struggle, this match tonight seems like a prime opportunity to get on track and start stringing victories together.

JC: I’m still curious as to just who he was talking to backstage.

DR: Maybe Brody Goodman has the scoop!

JC: Shut up.

Johnny Miami
- vs -
Drake Hemingway

Miami starts with reckless abandon as he tries to use his speed and quickness to outpace his larger more methodical opponent. It does work in the early going but not for long as Drake turns the tide and starts using the brute force and power game on his overmatched foe.

After Johnny’s initial flurry of offense, it’s an absolute slaughter once the tide is turned. High impact move after high impact move, slam after slam and suplex after suplex garners a near fall that Miami wasn’t smart enough to just stay down for.

Hemingway hits a savate kick and hangman’s neckbreaker before going for the kill with Mark of the Beast for the easy 1 2 3.

WINNER: Drake Hemingway by pinfall (3:44)

JC: Drake Hemingway with an easy victory tonight in Charlotte!

DR: I’m tellin’ ya, Jacuinde! This kid’s goin’ places sooner rather than later!

JC: You could very well be…

Jacuinde’s commentary is cut off with static as the lights inside the Spectrum Center go out.

The X-Tron lights up and is accompanied by live shots of a darkened, rain soaked city. Random figures appear from alleyways and briefly beneath street lights. All of them seemingly headed in the same direction. All of them wearing Guy Fawkes masks.

The live shots begin showing obvious landmarks. The Tower Bridge, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace. Those figures, their destination is soon evident.

JC: On November 5th!

DR: Monday Night Madness is proud to bring you our very first ever Madness exclusive pay per view event!

JC: From the 02 Arena in London, Madness will present Remember, Remember, the 5th of November!

DR: The momentum this brand has is just unmatched, Jacuinde!

JC: From the brink of extinction, to Relentless, to London for our first pay per view, Damon, I can hardly wait!

DR: We all are!

JC: Madness rolls on after this!

The cameras cut back inside the locker of Marisol Vilaró, and the fans greet her with boos as she’s dressed in her wrestling gear, looking ready for the main event. It is an orange and black Vilarowear combo of blue workout-style shorts and a blue top with her hair in a ponytail, and she has her iPhone in her hand. Flanking her is Cyrus Braddock, who stands not too far from her; after all, she is XWF Madness’s public enemy number one. Her loud, angry voice can be heard, likely amplified by what happened earlier with her former client, friend Summer Page, and Enigma.

Marisol Vilaró: Look, you saw what happened, the disrespect? Was it uncalled for? Right, like that bitch can have any nerve to say that to me?! I made sure she got opportunity after opportunity. She wouldn’t have had a shot at that world title if it wasn’t for me, and she should be thankful for that!

The voice on the other end continues as the Catalonian businesswoman rolls her eyes. She soon speaks loudly.

Marisol Vilaró: You’re damn right. I'm taking it; personally, the bitch has stolen from me, and tonight she will feel a sting worse than any “heartbreak.” She will discover that my brain and Cyrus's power will be more than a match...

Soon, a knock could be heard as Cyrus gets to the door, and Marisol sees who it is; she smiles brightly as if she expected this person. She soon spoke to the person on the phone quickly.

Marisol Vilaró: I am going to call you back.

She then ends the call as she motions for Cyrus to let in the person, and soon coming into view is a petite Canadian blonde in a pink plaid mini skirt, a matching color top from Gucci, and matching Dior high heel pumps; she has a big smile as she and Marisol embraced, the woman is none other than Nessa Wall.

Nessa Wall: Mari, I am sorry I’m late; it's just that traffic in this place is obnoxious. I live in Toronto, but I forget how bad it is here. I never look forward to being in New York; too many sycophants and fakes call this place home for my liking. But as I said, I will always be there for you.

Marisol beamed proudly as she and Nessa ended their embrace. Marisol soon spoke in her loud, naturally obnoxious tone.

Marisol Vilaró: I am so happy you’re here. I can’t believe Engima; you’d think he’d see it as much as he says that Summer needs him more, and I believe him. Why would he continue with such a partnership? Then the gall to say I couldn’t afford his fee? Has he not seen the growth of VilaroFitness? The fact that I have the backing of the Niels Graham Foundation should tell him otherwise.

Nessa shook her head in annoyance as she placed her hand gently on the shoulder of her charge.

Nessa Wall: Mari, remember growth right now; he may not feel the time is now for any changes, but he understands what you mean. He isn’t stupid like Mosh or a parasite like Summer Page, so just focus on the match at hand for now. You will get through this; you have a monster here.

With her well-manicured finger, Nessa pointed at Cyrus as Marisol looked at him with pride; she then turned her attention back to her mentor, who soon spoke again.

Nessa Wall: Plus, I am now here, and just like in Reno, you have my brain and expertise. Enigma may be a force, but against what you have, it won’t be enough to save Summer after they lose this tag team match; he will begin to realize how right you were all along. Again, you are the future, and it's time for the future to be showcased.

Marisol nodded proudly, smiling at the words being said, especially the last part of the talk. As the Fitness Queen, she soon placed her hands on her hips and spoke proudly.

Marisol Vilaró: Once again, Ness, you’re so right, just that annoying the bitch stole from me! She then wants to act like she’s some sort of victim in this whole thing, like she didn’t start the entire thing. It’s gross, but you’re right. Cy is a monster, and they will find that out firsthand, and now that you’re here, it will be a real treat. I finally have some reliable people by my side.

Nessa Wall smiled as she said proudly.

Nessa Wall: Reliability is essential; there are too many flakes. You were right to cut the former tag team champions from your company; they didn’t deserve that honor or spot in the first place, and Madness belongs to those like us with the business sense to make it that way. That is something we have, so this brand belongs to us.

Marisol smiled as she shouted toward the towering man in the background.

Marisol Vilaró: Cy, can you be a dear Nessa? I have much to discuss here privately.

Soon, Cyrus moves toward the camera, getting them out of the locker room; as the scene fades to black, with the two ladies talking in the background, Marisol now has the legendary Nessa Wall to watch her back at ringside as well.

JC: Nessa Wall has joined Vilaro’s entourage!

DR: See? This is exactly what I was talking about earlier! This girl is steadily making moves, moving forward! There’s a reason she’s must-see TV and few others can even measure up.

JC: The Page and Vilaro plot continues to thicken here on Madness!

JC: We’re back here LIVE on Madness and Damon, six weeks ago on this program, Hayley Fien debuted by attacking then-X-Division Champion Jacki O’Lantern backstage.

DR: And four weeks ago a title match was scheduled but it’d never take place as right before match time, Jacki O’Lantern was found unconscious and as a result, Hayley Fien was awarded with the X-Division championship!

JC: She might be the champion, but she never won it, Damon!

DR: Whatever the case is, it doesn’t matter. She’s the champion whether she earned it or not and tonight, she has a chance to legitimize it.

JC: And she’ll have a stiff test as the giant… alleged super mutant… or whatever, I forget. Anyway, he’s in the ring, he’s greenish and his name is Grimgor Ironhide.

RA: And his opponent!

RA: From Wildwood, New Jersey! She is the X-Division Chanpionnn! HAYLEYYYYY FIIIIIIIEN!

Never Dawn (instrumental) by Lacuna Coil kicks in as the fans boo at her. Out comes Hayley Fien as she’s looking down. She looks back up as soon as the heavy guitar part kicks and walks to the ring. Ignoring the fans boos, she blows past them. As the guys are trying to cat call her, she stops and mockingly blows kisses at them and says that she’s not in their league. Hayley rolls into the ring and stands in the middle of it. She eyes the crowd still booing at her.

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Grimgor Ironhide
Xtreme Rules

Hayley took her time in the early going as she measured up her sizable opponent. Grimgor is freakishly powerful and she knows it. She uses speed and quickness to evade him for a time as she uses quick strikes and speed to keep the big man off balance.

Seizing an opportunity, she clips him behind the knee and he crumpled into a heap. With her opponent nursing an injured knee, she introduces weapons. Tables, chairs and kendo sticks are all strewn about the ring and ringside area.

The delay though, gave Grimgor time to recover and shake the pain from his knee. While she was setting up a table, Ironhide muscles her up and slams her down through it for a near fall. Grimgor would stay in control of the match for a few minutes with some timely devastating moves through, with, and on top of myriad weapons.

Grimgor would pick up another near fall but Hayley used a desperation tactic to turn the tide back in her favor as she nailed the green giant with a kendo stick in his nether regions. The move stops him in his tracks, obviously.

Hayley fought back to her feet and nailed him relentlessly with repeated weapon shots culminating in a one-person con-chair-to. With Hayley smelling victory, she locked him in a modified version of the Bitch Slayer. Grimgor tried to power out several times but the pain was eventually too much for him.

WINNER: and STILL X-Division Champion
Hayley Fien by submission (12:18)

DR: Still the champion!

JC: She tapped out that monster!

As Hayley celebrates in the ring with the booing crowd heavily booing her, a man in a hoodie jumps the rail and slides into the ring behind her.

JC: Drake Hemingway!?

DR: What’s he doin’ out here!?

As Hayley turns to make her exit, she turns right into a Savate kick that knocks her nearly unconscious. Drake receives a mixed reaction from the Charlotte crowd as he lifts Hayley to her feet and plants her in the center of the ring with Mark of the Beast!

JC: You’ve made your point!

DR: Has he? Because we don’t know why yet.

JC: Well it’s clear as day that he was receiving marching orders on the phone earlier tonight!

DR: I think you should just calm down, Jacuinde. We don’t even know anything yet!

JC: I don’t agree with how she obtained that title but sneak attacks on her doesn’t make it right!

DR: It’s not your job to agree or disagree, Jacuinde! Your job is to call the action and watch the chips fall wherever they may!

JC: …

DR: Send it to break.

JC: Folks………. We’ll be right back.

Some pre recorded footage is shown of Myra Rivers holding the XWF World Heavyweight Championship on the couch of her living room. She’s glancing at the match that she had at Relentless against Penelope and while she is watching herself win, her body language indicates that there just may be something bothering her. She shuts off the television, reflects for a bit and then begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: Throughout my entire XWF career… when you think of the names that I’ve faced along the way…

I’ve faced the likes of Lexi Gold.

I’ve faced the likes of Kieran King.

I’ve protected the championship that I hold today from the likes of Holden Ross, Sierra Silver and Elijah Copeland. There are some other significant names that I’ve gone up against during my time on Madness that I’ve beaten and through it all, there is no question in my mind that Penelope is the toughest opponent of all of them. That part didn’t surprise me. I expected her to be tough and I expected her to be my hardest opponent yet. When you consider that the match we had at Relentless was a match that was nowhere close to being up my alley, the odds seemed insurmountable, didn’t it?

I already knew going in that people were crowning Penelope before the match even started… or hell… before I even defended this title against Keiran King and it wasn’t even official that she’d be facing me at that point. Much of what I described… it doesn’t surprise me at all. Despite everything, I went into that match expecting to win and accomplish my goal of solidifying myself as the face of this brand and that’s exactly what I did. It may have been a surprise to most, but it wasn’t a surprise to me. Yet… there was ONE big surprise… well… to me at least…

Myra takes a pause as she thinks about some of the words that she said going into the match… particularly her words at Relentless. She doesn’t look like someone who is in any way proud of the attitude that she had going into it.

Myra Rivers: …I was both surprised… and dare I say… disappointed… in some of the words that I said going in. It’s not often, at least these days, for someone or something to trigger the worst in me and I fear that with what I said, some of that was triggered. I was making a bunch of references to having the odds against me and a bunch of references to how everyone expected Penelope to win and… I really know that I let myself down because that’s generally not me these days…

There was a time in my career where I used to worry so much about that sort of thing and there was a side of me from many years ago when I was lost to the darkness I once had in my heart where I would go to great lengths and do whatever it takes, even if it meant manipulating the rules, to get ahead at the expense of other people even if it meant breaking their spirits. But when I look back on that match, yes… I won… and I’m thrilled that I did. I’m thrilled that I accomplished my goal and yet I saw myself reach deep into that side of me that I locked away for good a few years ago and go to greater lengths than normal to keep this title. That match took a toll on me physically…

I’m not denying that.

But I have to acknowledge the fact that it took a toll on me psychologically…

And the psychological toll was just as much if not worse than the physical one…

I don’t know if it was the environment that I wrestled in… I don’t know if something about Penelope brought out the worst in me… but seeing my attitude going into that match and seeing how I was going about the match itself… it scared me. My daughter turns 10 next month. I’ve got to set a better example for her than that. What matters isn’t the opinions of other people, what matters is what you believe in and that’s literally the BIGGEST thing I learned 15 years ago that has defined my entire career and yet for one night, I completely forgot about that mantra.

I left Relentless with my mission accomplished… yet with that horrible, twisted feeling that Penelope isn’t in the rearview mirror yet. And if I know her the way I THINK I know her… then this whole situation with her is going to get worse before it gets better…

And I’ve got to do whatever I can do to be ready for whatever it is she’s planning…

For my own damn sake…

Myra holds onto the title and when she really looks into the reflection of herself that she’s able to see in the shine of the gold, there is some wonder in her eyes as to how, exactly, her recent Relentless experience affected her. From there, the scene fades.

JC: The World Champion, Myra Rivers!

DR: She can just keep that belt warm because she’s right. Penelope isn’t done with her yet and Penelope has reached a height that Myra Rivers only wishes she could reach!

JC: Oh praytell what height is that?

DR: Her and Sahara are both Icon Status and I can’t begin to tell you what separates people like them and people like Myra Rivers. It’s not something you can quantify.

JC: You really are ridiculous, you know that? Okay I get that maybe she’s not your particular cup of tea Damon, but that woman has carried Madness on her back for over a year! She has held that title for nine months and and top of all of that, she’s unbeaten here on Madness! Yet you really have the audacity to sit there and say she’s not worthy?

DR: I never said she wasn’t worthy, Jacuinde! You’re putting words in my mouth! What I said was quite simply that Sahara and Penelope have reached icon status and Myra strives to be where they are.

JC: She beat Penelope! She did that while Sahara was trying to interfere!

DR: And she damn near wilted beneath the pressure, Jacuinde! If Penelope isn’t done with her yet, what is it you think is gonna happen? Do you think she’s gonna play the same tune? Nahhh man! She’s gonna change it up and turn up the heat. She’ll boil Myra Rivers like a hard boiled egg and watch her shell split open just to see what’s inside!

JC: You are a sick man!

DR: I’m speaking figuratively, you idiot!

JC: We’ll be right back.

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Brody Goodman is standing by backstage. Brody, what’ve you got for us?

The screen flips to Goodman backstage and the wanna be televangelist complete with his exaggerated Georgia accent, joins us.

”Beatiful” Brody Goodman: Jacuinde, Damon, I’m standing by right now outside the office of General Manager Thaddeus Duke. Now, y’all know Beautiful Brody Goodman likes to get those inside scoops amirite? But I normally don’t bug him…

DR: Why not?

BBG: Simple, Mr. Riggs. He can fire me.

JC: Well he still can so what makes this time different?

BBG: I’m sorry, you’re breaking up.

Brody knocks on the door before entering. Thaddeus is leaned back in his
Office chair staring intently at a television screen on his desk.

Thanks for stopping by Brody, Thad greeted him.

JC: Of course he was invited. That makes sense now.

BBG: Anything for Madness, boss man, you know how I do.

What do you think of next Madness you and I take a little trip?

BBG: …to where? Leo always said you were generous, maaann.

It’s not a pleasure trip… well… it kind of is.

Thad nods toward his TV screen. ZION wrestling is airing and Ricky Rodriguez is cutting a damning promo on ZION while sitting in their ring.

BBG: Boss, they’re a competitor.

I don’t really think of them as competition, Thad says to him. Same night, same time but I don’t make the mistake of not utilizing a talent as good as Ricky Rodriguez is.

BBG: I think I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down my man! What do we do when we get there?

Well first we free him from that prison known as ZION and you interview him live on Madness… right in front of their venue.

BBG: God damn Boss… You really got your finger on the nuclear codes. Wait did he just mention XWF on ZION?

Mmmhmmm.

BBG: How long you been workin’ this angle?

I spent about five minutes on it.

BBG: I like the way your mind works.

Yeah… they prolly don’t.

JC: Thad and Brody are headed to ZION!?

DR: BRING! RICKY! HERE!

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Damon, it’s been a hell of a night with the main event still to come.

DR: Madness is slowly proving that it’s the place where hard workers want to be and the proof is in what we saw just before the break!

JC: Well we’ll see what happens there in two weeks on Madness, but Damon, we’re just four weeks away from Remember, Remember the 5th of November and tonights main event will have some serious pay per view implications!

DR: It certainly will as Marisol Vilaro teams with her assassin Cyrus Braddock to take on Summer Page and the new United States champion, Enigma!

JC: In case you’ve been living under a rock, for three months Marisol Vilaro led her friend Summer Page down a twisting and turning path of finding out just who was behind the attack on Page back in May.

DR: But as it turns out, it was Marisol Vilaro herself that masterminded the whole thing and those two are now set on a collision course!

RA: The following tag team contest is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! With a total combined weight of 435 pounds… the team of Cyrus Braddock and MARISOLLLL VILLLARROOO!

JC: These two have formed quite the formidable tandem since Cyris Braddock’s debut!

DR: Big Cy is a man among men, loyal to a fault and he does whatever Marisol tells him too! Not a bad guy to have watching your back!

RA: Their opponents!

[lime]RA: With a total combined weight of 395 pounds! The team of Summer Page and the new United States champion…. EEEEEENIGMAAAA!

JC: Damon, this is the most evenly matched mixed tag team bout I have ever seen!

DR: It is, but what happens if Cy is in there with Summer Page? Or Enigma with Marisol!?

JC: This will be the first time in a sanctioned contest that Summer Page and Marisol Vilaro will be face to face and I can’t wait!

Summer Page & Enigma
- vs -
Marisol Vilaro & Cyrus Braddock

The main event is about to start and the fans roar in anticipation. On one side of the ring stands the newly-crowned XWF United States Champion, ENIGMA along with Summer Page. She has a fiery look on her eyes as she stares across the ring at Vilaro who stands cockily behind the ominous towering behemoth that is Cy Braddock. The two big bulls of either team haven’t stopped staring at each other either, the atmosphere palpable. Summer stands in front of the US Champion, patting him reassuringly on the arm, motioning that she’s got this and points at Mari, beckoning her to come forward. The two big men, still staring daggers at one another, step back through the ropes and onto the apron.

Summer, agile and quick, circles Mari warily. The two former friends come together with a traditional collar-and-elbow tie-up, jostling for superiority. Having the slight weight and height advantage, Mari initially has the advantage, raising her arms and shoulders up to leverage her strength and push Summer back. She grabs Summer by the hair at the back of her head, yanking it back as the referee admonishes her. Summer instinctively yelps out with the sudden discomfort of having her hair pulled and Mari uses this opportunity to push her back into their corner. Mari breaks the tie-up and lunges forward, attempting a corner clothesline, but Summer ducks and retaliates with a lightning-quick dropkick. The crowd erupts in cheers as Mari staggers back into her own corner, looking shocked, almost to the point of appearing offended, her mouth agape as she checks her lip for any blood. She tags in Cy who steps effortlessly over the top rope and walks ominously towards Summer.

On the other side of the ring, ENIGMA's massive frame seethes with anticipation, eager to step into the fray. He holds out his hand, beckoning for Summer to make the tag but she ignores it. She looks Cy up and down, deciding on her next move. She hesitates for a moment, aware of the enormous challenge ahead, but she steels herself and goes for a flurry of strikes.

Cy brushes off her blows with disdain, displaying his raw power as he effortlessly counters and grabs her by the head and throws her across the ring like she was an empty bag of chips. Summer writhes in pain, struggling to rise, but Cy is unrelenting. As Summer gingerly gets back to her feet, Cy almost takes her head off with a big boot that flattens her. Mari applauds in the corner and reaches over, tagging herself in, reveling in the chance to inflict more pain. She mercilessly pummels Summer, seizing the moment to teach her a brutal lesson. The crowd's boos intensify. Mari pulls Summer to her feet, raking her eyes before taking her down with a snap suplex. She goes for a cover and the referee drops to the mat to make the count:

One…!

Two..!

But Summer valiantly kicks out, still looking very dazed from Braddock’s boot as well as the subsequent punishment from Mari.Summer's resilience starts to impress the crowd, their cheers growing louder in support of her. She fights to regain her bearings, using the ropes to pull herself up. Her face is etched with determination, refusing to give up easily. Mari, infuriated, drags her back up, taunting and demeaning her with words only adding fuel to Summer's fire.

With a burst of adrenaline, Summer manages to create some distance, landing a few quick strikes on Mari. However, her cunning nature shines through as she catches one of Summer's strikes, transitioning it into a cross armbreaker. Summer grimaces in pain, desperately trying to reach the ropes for a break. But before Summer can get too far, Mari transitions her hold, showing her athleticism by pulling her back to her feet again, still gripping Summer’s arm and hitting her with a hammerlock DDT. Summer, fueled by sheer willpower, counters with a sudden small package pin out of nowhere.

One…!

Two..!

The crowd holds its breath, the anticipation palpable.

Thre— no! Mari kicks out just in time, breaking free from the pin. As Summer gets back to her feet, she tries to get to her own corner to make the tag to ENIGMA whose hand is outstretched from his position on the ring apron. Just as Summer is about to make the tag, Mari cuts her off, taking her out with a chop block followed swiftly by an enziguri to the temple. Mari grabs Summer and goes for a swinging neckbreaker but Summer perseveres and rolls through it, countering it into a beautiful snap German suplex, planting Mari on the back of her head and neck. Summer turns around and launches herself towards her corner, making the tag to ENIGMA as Mari also makes the tag, bringing Braddock into the ring. The two behemoths stare at each other, face-to-face in the center of the ring before they explode into one another with hellacious lefts and rights. Neither man gives an inch as the crowd goes crazy for the titanic tussle before them. Massive fists swing, and thunderous blows connect. ENIGMA clatters Cy with clubbing overhand punches but Braddock, surging with adrenaline, absorbs them and tees off on the US Champion with bombing haymakers.

Neither man gives an inch, their wills clashing with the force of a raging storm. When it’s evident nothing will separate them, Braddock points to the ropes and motions for ENIGMA to give him his hardest. The big man doesn’t need a second invitation and uses the ropes for momentum, running off them and collides with Braddock with a big-time lariat but the mammoth enforcer barely moves, his eyes widening with a sick smile crossing his face. ENIGMA then reciprocates, telling Braddock to do the same. The giant launches off the ropes, throwing himself into ENIGMA with every ounce of strength he has but, same as before, he barely moves, shaking his head emphatically.

Braddock and ENIGMA lock eyes again, almost as if sensing a small semblance of respect for each other’s strength. Both men then have the same offer, running off the opposite sets of ropes and back towards each other. With a mighty roar, they simultaneously charge towards each other, an explosion of power that shakes the very foundation of the ring. Arms outstretched, they slam into each other with a force that resonates through the arena with a thunderous double clothesline attempt. Again, neither man falls. The crowd is in utter disbelief, struggling to comprehend the sheer resilience on display. Braddock and ENIGMA stand in a stalemate, their faces etched with determination when suddenly Braddock rakes ENIGMA’s eyes, immobilizing him temporarily as he digs a massive boot into his midsection, forcing his head down. Braddock brings a hard elbow down on the champion’s neck before showing incredible strength to lift him and drive him into the mat with a sidewalk slam. On the ring apron, Mari is actually begging for a tag and Cy looks at the prone ENIGMA and back to Mari before tagging her in. She climbs to the top rope and motions Braddock back over to her and he Gorilla Presses her above his head, launching her into the air and she lands onto ENIGMA with a frog splash. She makes the cover as the referee counts

One…!

Two…!

But ENIGMA emphatically kicks out, to the point Mari is actually lofted into the air for a moment. ENIGMA gets back to his feet and Mari runs towards him as he is still on one knee. She cracks the big man with a shining wizard, hitting him in the side of the head and he wobbles slightly but more so because of his positioning rather than the impact of the move. She takes another shot at ENIGMA, at closer range this time and this time, the champion actually goes down. Mari lands a series of elbow drops onto his sternum before cockily going into a series of push-ups next to him. However her face drops when ENIGMA sits up, his face like thunder. Mari offers a sheepish smile as she creeps back, holding her hands in innocence. Before anything else, ENIGMA holds his hand out behind him and tags in Summer who races across the ring, taking down Mari with a vicious spear. She peppers her face with an equally-vicious flurry of punches before sprinting up to the nearest turnbuckle and launches herself off the top rope, connecting with a beautiful BME (Best Moonsault Ever). She floats into a cover seamlessly and the referee counts:

One…!

Two…!

But Braddock storms in, grabbing Summer and launching her out of the ring to break up the pin. This brings ENIGMA into the fray and he bulldozes across the ring at full speed, hitting Braddock with a running body block that sends him crashing between the middle and top ropes and out to the floor as well. Summer has now managed to make her back into the ring and Mari cuts her off with a seated dropkick to the face. The referee is torn between trying to focus on the action in the ring and controlling the chaos on the outside. ENIGMA has followed Braddock out to the floor and throws Braddock into the barricade. He grabs him up to his feet and showcases his impressive strength by taking Braddock on the unforgiving floor with a T-Bone suplex. Back in the ring, Mari has Summer in one of the corners and sets her up for the Vilaró Experience but the finishing elbow hits nothing but the top turnbuckle pad as Summer wisely rolls out of harm’s way. Taking advantage of the opening, Summer nails Mari under the chin with the Total Knockout superkick, whipping her head back and she hooks her up into the Pure Perfection, bridging perfectly into a pin. However the referee is nowhere to be seen for the count as Braddock and ENIGMA’s brawl has made its way back into the ring, both men almost falling into the women as the count is interrupted.

The referee is starting to lose control as he tries to figure out what’s going on. Braddock grabs ENIGMA around the throat for a chokeslam but the champion shakes his hand off and staggers the bigger man with a massive headbutt right between the eyes. ENIGMA spears Braddock and the two continue their brawl, pounding the living shit out of each other with ferocious punches. On the other side of the ring, it’s a similar situation with Summer and Mari. Summer is in an MMA-style full mount on top of Mari, laying into her with punches, slaps and forearms before grabbing her by the head and slamming it off the mat with unyielding aggression. Eventually the referee has no choice but to call for the bell, signaling for a double disqualification

WINNERS: Double DQ (21:42)

JC: This match devolved into an all out war!

DR: Those two big ol’ goons won’t stop hitting each other as they’ve brawled their way to the aisle!

JC: And Page has ripped a handful of Vilaro’s hair from her scalp!

Stop!

JC: What? Wait!? Was that…?

DR: Yeah, it was Thad.

In the ring, the girls continue to fight as in the aisle way, Cy Braddock drives Enigma into the fan barricade just as Thad emerges from backstage.

I said ENOUGH!

Braddock stops immediately allowing Enigma to get one more lick in. In the ring, the girls want to keep fighting, but are held apart by a couple of officials.

Okay so this didn’t go exactly as I had planned, so here’s what we’re gonna do. You two… he points to Cy and Enigma. Next Madness you two will go one on one and Enigma, you’ll be defending that title you got.

Summer? Mari? I’m making it official right now that on the 5th of November, LIVE from the O2 Arena in London on pay per view, it will be one on one, it will be Summer Page taking on Marisol Vilaro.

But before you two start bitching or celebrating that announcement, whichever it’ll be… You know I will not be in Dallas for Madness as I have another matter I have to tend to, but I have a great set of eyes and ears sitting right at ringside in the form of Damon Riggs. So in Dallas if the two of you so much as lay a finger on each other, I’m suspending both of you indefinitely.

JC: Narc.

DR: What!? I didn’t have anything to do with it!

God damn guys, get a grip!

Thad makes a quick exit back through the curtain.

JC: Thaddeus Duke came and laid down the law!

DR: Two huge matches are set! One for Madness and one for the 5th of November!

JC: On Madness in Dallas, Enigma defends the United States title against Cyrus Braddock!

DR: And Summer Page will finally get her one on one opportunity against Marisol Vilaro on the 5th of November! Thanks for joining us, we gotta go!]]>

Li’l Ca$h App w/MC
- vs -
Eren Hunt w/Gabriel Landry

WINNER: Eren Hunt by pinfall (8:31)

Carmen Santana
- vs -
Sahara

WINNER: Sahara by pinfall (9:19)

Chris Mosh & Sean Parker
- vs -
Elijah Copeland & Kevin Mears

WINNERS: Chris Mosh & Sean Parker by DQ (17:53)

JC: We’re back here on Madness and we’re ready to resume the action with Johnny Miami waiting in the ring!

RA: His opponent!

Johnny Miami
- vs -
Drake Hemingway

WINNER: Drake Hemingway by pinfall (3:44)

XWF X-Division Championship
Hayley Fien ©
- vs -
Grimgor Ironhide
Xtreme Rules

WINNER: and STILL X-Division Champion
Hayley Fien by submission (12:18)

Summer Page & Enigma
- vs -
Marisol Vilaro & Cyrus Braddock

WINNERS: Double DQ (21:42)

Madness opens to a wide exterior shot of New York City. Pyro explodes in the distance looking like bombs as they near MSG. Closer and closer the pyro bombs come before we cut inside the world’s most famous arena as pyro explodes from every corner.

JC: Welcome everyone! To New York City! Welcome to the mecca of professional wrestling! We are LIVE and SOLD OUT from Madison Square Garden and Damon Riggs, this! Is! Madness!

DR: Jacuinde, we have reached the final stop on the road to Relentless! We’ve left the friendly confines of the Manhattan Center and it’s onward and upward from this point on!

JC: Relentless begins in just 11 days and we DO know that there’s three matches that are yet to be announced for Relentless and those three matches WILL be announced right here tonight on Madness!

DR: No one does pay per view quite like the XWF and with Madness finally getting our due respect, expect Madness to show up and show out at Relentless!

The bell rings three times to grab the attention of everyone.

JC: Damon Riggs! We’re not wasting any time at all as our first match of the night is on deck right now!

RA: The following contest is a no holds barred match set for ONE FALL!

RA: Introducing first! Standing 6 feet 6 weighing 300 pounds! GRRRIMGORRR IIIIIRONHIIIIIIDE!

As Grimgor's song begins to hit the PA system, DA ONCE AND FUTURE GIT appears on the stage, screaming "GRIMGOR IZ DA BEST!" . He marches down to the apron and climbs to the ring without paying any heed to the fans, and once he's in the center, he raises up his fist and lets out a savage scream: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

JC: Grimgor Ironhide! The big brute that is yet to get off the starting blocks here in the XWF!

DR: He had opportunity two weeks ago but once he was tagged in, he wouldn’t tag back out!

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Salem, Massachusetts! Weighing 245 pounds! DRAKE! HEMINNNNGWAAAAY!

The lights go out. "Exciter" by Judas Priest plays from the loud speaker. Steam rises from the stage. Out walks Drake Hemingway. The spotlight shines on him as though he is an angel being given to us from the heavens, his aura tells a different story. He walks down to the ring. Drake walks up the steel steps, walks across the apron. He walks to the center of the ring as the lights come back on. He stands there stoically waiting for the match to start.

JC: If looks could kill!

DR: Drake Hemingway is staring a hole through Grimgor Ironhide!

JC: Two weeks ago on Madness, it was Drake Hemingway that laid out Ironhide and allowed Chris Mosh and Lexi Gold to pick up the tag team victory!

No Holds Barred Match
Grimgor Ironhide
- vs -
Drake Hemingway

The match begins just before the bell as Drake Hemingway attacks the unsuspecting Grimgor Ironhide. Drake controls the beginning as he beats and bangs in Grimgor. They spill to the outside of the ring and weapons are introduced. Drake grabs a chair and is ready to punish Grimgor but Ironhide sends a huge boot to his face.

With the tide turned for the time being, Grimgor starts to beat on Drake Hemingway repeatedly. Drake retreats back to the ring but Ironhide continues his assault and gains a couple near falls in the process.

Drake turns the tide on a running corner miscue from Grimgor. After a few slams and near falls, Hemingway introduces tables to the ring. Drake tries to whip Grimgor into a table set up in a corner but Grimgor reverses. The table doesn’t break but Drake is leaned against it. Grimgor dives in with a spear but Drake moves out of the way at the last moment and Grimgor crashes through the table head first. After a hangman’s neck breaker and a Mark of the Beast, Drake Hemingway covers and hooks the leg for three.

WINNER: Drake Heningway by pinfall in 12:36

JC: Hemingway is victorious here on Madness!

DR: It was a hell of a match but I don’t think Hemingway is done just yet!

Hemingway sets up a couple of chairs that are seat to seat. Drake then delivers another Mark of the Beast on Grimgor Ironhide completely destroying both chairs.

JC: Drake Hemingway came to Madness tonight with a point to make!

DR: And damn did he make it!

JC: Madness returns after this!

...Previously Recorded…

“Spoiled” Summer Page is sitting on a bench looking out at the lake in Central Park in Manhattan, New York. Enigma walks up to the bench Summer is sitting at..

Enigma: I figured you would be here. I didn’t even need to look on the find my friend app.

Enigma takes a seat next to her.

Enigma: You pay me very well to be your security guard and heater. In that time I like to think we have become friends. So when you uncharacteristically wake up early and go off on your own I can’t help but worry.

Summer smiles.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: I can always count on you, big guy.

Enigma: Do you want to talk about why we are here right now?

“Spoiled” Summer Page: We are on the brink of another Monday Night Madness and I can’t help but feel we haven’t come close to unraveling the mystery of who attacked me several weeks ago.

Enigma looks at Summer without saying anything.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: What?

Enigma: You know.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: I do, I do. Part of me just doesn’t want to accept that possibility considering everything.

Enigma: It is an unfortunate part of life to have to face the truth that we don’t necessarily want to be true.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: For the record I don’t like having to face such things. I usually have people handle the unsavory truths of life but it appears like I’ll have to handle this myself.

Enigma: We’ll handle it together.

Fade to ringside.

JC: Summer Page! It appears she knows who is behind it all!

DR: She has zero proof!

JC: I think it’s plainly obvious, Damon!

DR: I get that but Jacuinde, all Summer has is circumstantial. If you remember correctly, all footage from the attack back in May is missing!

JC: Maybe we’ll find out more tonight! Stay with us!

JC: Back here on Madness with all three teams in the ring and Damon, this one shouldn’t be for the faint of heart.

DR: TLC matches are typically brutal and whomever wins this match will go through hell in order to do it!

Before the match, the fans pop as the new tag team champions, Eren Hunt and Gabriel Landry are seen backstage watching on a monitor.

JC: The tag champions are watching this one intently!

DR: Whomever wins gets a tag team title shot at some point in the near future. They’re young and a bit on the green side, but they’re no doubt up to the challenge.

TLC Match
2 Broke Chicks
- vs -
BGTL
- vs -
Bing Bong Twinzz
-Winners Receive Tag Team Title Shot-

BGTL & BBT begin the match by eliminating 2BC from the proceedings early on as the two teams team up to do it. The two teams celebrate their success but only for a moment before Bing Bong Twinzz turn their ire toward BGTL. The fight ensues for several minutes with BBT keeping the upper hand and even manages a near fall until 2BC break up the pin with a pair of splashes from the top rope with chairs beneath them.

2BC takes control of things for a little while as they eliminate one half of each opposing team. They’re the ones that introduce ladders to the proceedings as they team up to keep down their opponents including a near fall on the Bing Bong Twinzz.

The tide turns in BGTL’s favor as they break up the near fall and introduce tables and fresh chairs to the mix. The duo runs like a well oiled machine as they continue to keep their opponents down. Nearly winning it a few times, BGTL is on the brink of victory when the Bing Bong Twinzz break up the sure three count.

The (probably) kissing brothers are taken out of it momentarily by 2 Broke Chicks as the duo uses chairs to eliminate them. With 2BC on the upswing, they place BGTL on a pair of tables. Before they can use them though, the Bing Bong Twinzz leap from a pair of ladders and onto BGTL down through the tables.

2BC measures up with an attempted con-chair-to on one of the Bing Bong Twinzz, but the shot is ducked. The impact stuns the 2 Broke Chicks long enough for each of the Bing Bong Twinzz to roll up each of the chicks. One kicks out, one doesn’t but the result is the same.

WINNERS: Bing Bong Twinzz in 11:21

JC: And the Bing Bong Twinzz steal it here out of nowhere!

DR: Sometimes, Jacuinde, they who laugh last laugh best!

JC: The former tag team champions are now first in line for a shot at Eren Hunt and Gabriel Landry! Madness returns after this!

The cameras once again catch up with Kevin Mears as he’s heading into Madison Square Garden. The only difference between this time and the last show is that he’s already in the building and looking for his locker room with his bag over with his rolling bag moving along behind him.

Kevin: Well here we go again. You guys must have an AirTag on me or something. I assume you want to talk about tonight, right?

That gets a nod from the camera.

Kevin: Tonight, I face Chris Mosh. And for those who haven’t kept up with him, let me just tell you that there is no bigger joke walking in the other promotion I work for than him. We’re talking about a man who walked out on his tag partner during a match. We’re talking about a man who hired a woman who was hired to lose to him so he could get one title defense to his name before he lost it against real competition on the second defense.

The idea of it all causes a wide grin on Kevin’s face as he walks.

Kevin: He did hold another title there a few years ago, and lost it on the first defense just 14 days after he won it. Just for the record, I went on to hold that title longer than any singles champion in the history of the company…the record holds to this day. So to be honest with you, there is absolutely nothing about Chris Mosh that worries me tonight. Now I know he’s the fan favorite here, he’s gonna be the one who gets cheered…despite ALL of that I just told you, which is 100% fact. And that’s fine with me. I don’t really care if people like me, as long as the checks keep clearing. I’ve come to realize that nothing has really changed for me in XWF despite all the promises I was made. I’m still just here to fill out the card. But like I said, hey…the fat checks keep clearing so here I am.

He shrugged his shoulders as he began looking at doors till he found the one he was given.

Kevin: I should probably mention Sean Parker since he keeps bringing me up and trying to get some shine off me somehow. He made a very telling statement on the last show amongst all the bullshit and drivel he was rambling on about. He made the statement that the reason he got to be in the main event of his first show in XWF and put into the tournament is because of all the things he’s done in other companies ulp until now. So with that one statement, he proved what I said about him. That he’s entitled.

He opens the door and heads inside as the camera follows.

Kevin: See, I’ve been under the impression all these years that what you do elsewhere doesn’t make a difference in a new place when you show up. I certainly didn’t come into XWF over a year ago talking about everything I had accomplished, because I knew this was a new environment and I didn’t come in expecting anything. Well that’s where ol’ Sean and I differ. And apparently where he and Thad agree. He got put into all these opportunities because of shit he did in other companies, per his own words. That is the textbook definition of entitled, and I kinda lost interest in the rest of what he had to say. I don’t even know why the guy keeps bringing me up. He’s in the main event slot because of everything he did in other companies, he’s in a tournament to crown a new champion. Why bother with me? I’m just out here filling out the card against “big opportunities” like Carmen Santana and now Chris Mosh of all people. But that’s cool. It’s good to know I’m renting all that real estate in his mind.

He parks the rolling back just inside the door before stopping and turning back to the camera.

Kevin: I always like to say I’m the Original Ace, and Mosh is definitely in the deck full of jokers. Chris, He said on Twitter or X or whatever that he respects me. You should respect your betters, might be the smartest thing you ever said. But tonight, you’ll find out that I’m still the Ace and nothing beats that. Least of all a dipshit like you. Just do me one favor. Let’s get this over with early, there’s a club I plan to go visit as soon as we’re done. Like last time, I don’t plan to stick around after I’m done. The fact I’m facing people like you and that babe from 2 weeks ago tells me how seriously this company takes me. Which is fine, because that’s how seriously I take it. I’m still the Original Ace, and I always play with house money. See you later tonight, Moshpit.

As soon as he finishes, that’s when the locker room door closes and is heard locking from the inside as we fade back to ringside.

JC: The ever confident Kevin Mears! He’ll be in action tonight against Chris Mosh!

DR: And in the battle royal as well!

JC: Woah wait! Damon, we gotta go backstage!

The cameras quickly cut backstage where medics and EMT’s are frantically tending to a someone laying in a pool of blood.

JC: Madness fans… I can’t make out who that is but, they’re in some serious trouble here tonight!

DR: Yeah I mean… that’s a lot of blood. And…

Damon cuts himself off as the victim is rolled over face up.

JC: That’s Jacki O’Lantern!

DR: She is in a real bad way!

JC: She was due up to defend the X-Division title against Hayley Fien, the woman that debuted two weeks ago!

DR: Fien attacked her last show and Jacuinde, you gotta believe she’s behind this attack as well!

JC: Fans, we’ll take a break, but when we come back, perhaps we’ll find out just what condition Jacki is in and what that means for tonights X-Division championship match!

JC: Back here on Madness and while we don’t know Jacki’s condition, we can tell you with certainty that she has been transported to a local hospital.

DR: You hate to see that and while I might be the type of guy that’d excoriate her and what she stands for… you never want to see someone leave in an ambulance.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome… HAYLEYYYY FIIIIIIENNN!

Never Dawn (instrumental) by Lacuna Coil kicks in as the fans boo at her. Out comes Hayley Fien as she’s looking down. She looks back up as soon as the heavy guitar part kicks and walks to the ring. Ignoring the fans boos, she blows past them. As the guys are trying to cat call her, she stops and mockingly blows kisses at them and says that she’s not in their league. Hayley rolls into the ring and stands in the middle of it. She eyes the crowd still booing at her.

Never Dawn fades out as the ring announcer hands her a microphone. Hayley has hella heat tonight as Jacki is a beloved member of the Madness roster. It takes several awkward moments for her to get ready to speak as the crowd continues to deliver their hatred.

Finally, the crowd settles down and Hayley Fien is set to speak.

Hero. Pop.

JC: Hold everything!

DR: Here comes the man, the myth, the legend!

JC: Madness General Manager Thaddeus Duke set to join us here tonight on Madness!

DR: No doubt, he has a ruling to issue regarding what happened backstage!

Thaddeus Duke makes his way toward the ring a bit slower than normal and not looking particularly happy. Not once does he take his eyes from Hayley Fien as he ignores the fans trying to grab him while he ascends the steps and through the ropes. My Name Is Human cuts out as Thad and Hayley stand face to face.

Are you proud of yourself? Thad asks her. Hayley doesn’t verbally respond. Hayley, there are very few things that irritate me more in this business than people being handed something they never earned.

Easy pop as Thad starts to pace.

Jacki O’Lantern, one of our biggest draws, will be on the shelf for quite some time and I ought to let her keep the damn title.

Hayley speaks into her mic but nothing comes out. Her attempt causes Thad to stop pacing and dart his head toward her.

Did you think this was gonna be a conversation? Did you think this was gonna be some public debate?

XWF Universe: WE WANT JACKI! clap clap clapclapclap

According to the rules and regulations that some kid made up 24 years ago when he started this company, if the champion is unable to defend in a scheduled title match then he or she forfeits said championship to their challenger.

Hayley throws her arms up in victory as a ringside attendant hands her the X-Division championship as the crowd boos.

Hayley, I hope you plan to defend that thing often, because when Madness returns in four weeks, I promise you will be defending that title and I’ll remind you that I’ll make you defend that title whenever I damn well please!

Thad spikes the mic and exits the ring in haste while Haylet celebrates her title “victory.”

JC: I can not believe Thaddeus allowed her to keep the championship!

DR: His hands were quite obviously tied, Jacuinde! He had no choice but to award Hayley Fien the X-Division championship!

JC: Be that as it may, he’s the General Manager! I think the ownership group would have supported his decision NOT to give her that belt!

DR: I think he has other plans.

JC: While the GM deliberates his plans, we’ll take a break.

A raucous cheer erupts from a group gathered backstage as the camera opens to the makings of a party going on. A near-naked woman is tipped right-way up as she finishes off a keg stand, and another prepares for her own turn. To the side, egging them on, is 'Real' XWF World Heavyweight Champion, Kieran King.

Brody Goodman steps into the scene with a microphone ready.

Goodman: Kieran, Kieran…

He tries to get King's attention over the cacophony. A tap on the shoulder eventually does the trick but alerts King a bit too much, and the supposed champion turns around with a fist clenched and an arm half cocked. Seeing Goodman there, however, King instantly relaxes and throws an arm over Goodman's shoulders.

King: Brod-ster! Have you come to join the party?

Goodman: Uh… what's the occasion?

King: My guy, didn't you hear? This week I hit 5,000 days as XWF World Heavyweight Champion. The party has been going ever since. We're talking drinks, we're talking titties, we're talking candy, we're talking more drinks, and more titties, and more drinks, and more titties, and do you know what happens when drinks are mixed with titties that many times?

Goodman: Umm…

King half turns around.

King: Show 'em girls!

Goodman's face blushes.

King: This is going to continue all night, Brod-ster. Know why?

Goodman: Umm… you have your 'unification' match with Myra Rivers in tonight's main event.

King: That's right! And you see how easy this shit is for me, bro? I come out, talk a little bit of that ish, then bingo-bango I'm the main event as the new Madness makes its debut in the most important arena in all of America! You think people came to see the personification of paint-drying, Myra? Nuh uh. YA BOY is the star of the show here.

Behind where King and Goldman stand, the latest scantily clad keg stand finishes up, and a couple of large men help her down.

King: You want a hit of this, dawg?

King offers Goodman a turn.

Goodman: No, I'm working.

King plucks the mic from Goodman's hands.

King: You leave the work to me.

He looks back at the big fellas.

King: Get him up, boys!

Without much chance to protest, Brody Goodman is tipped upside-down and moved in to start a keg stand of his own. King focuses on the camera in front.

King: I swear on all the fake gods you ninnies at home might worship, the party CONTINUES tonight. We're here in New York City, right? After I clean Myra's clock and get named UNDISPUTED World Champ, we're gonna take this party on down to the Velvet Rabbit. And you know what? NYC's laws are gonna lock us out before we finish, but we're gonna keep going anyway at the afterparty. And then we're gonna take this show on the road. 'Cause I'm not just the New York champ, nor am I the United States champ: I'm the WORLD champ. So we're not gonna stop with Madison Square Garden. This party will sell out Yankee Stadium; we'll sell out the Tokyo Dome; we'll sell out every damn major venue in the WORLD! Wembley? Check. The MCG? Check. Estadia Azteca? Check. Narendra Modi? Check. Camp Nou, Stade de France, Maracanã, we're going to hit them all! Because I'm the guy you can bank on. I'm the guy who's gonna walk into Hades itself in the main event of night one of Relentless and make it my bitch. If any of you think that Myra Rivers can go through the hell that she'll need to there, you're goddamn dreaming. Five car wrecks, two stabbings, four gun shots, two burnings, drugged without my consent, crawled through glass, locked up with the key thrown away… that's my fucking life! I've BEEN to hell. And I'm still standing! Myra… time for you to get put back into your place. 'Cause it ain't the former MILF of Madness that's going to Relentless. It's the one true ChILF. Champ I'd Like to Fuck. Let's fucking go!"

Just as King finishes his rant, Goodman is placed down on his feet again. Everyone actually seems kind of seems impressed with him. He takes a couple of wobbly steps, until…

BARF.

The production team decides that's a good place to cut the scene.

JC: Seems Brody Goodman is having the time of his life at the fake champions party!

DR: 5,000 days ain’t nothin to sneeze at Jacuinde!

JC: He’s not the world champion, Damon… He’s not a world champion at all!

DR: The belt he holds tells a different story!

JC: You can buy ‘em online for like a Benji.

DR: Don’t try to sound hip.

JC: Speaking of hips, don’t break one, Damon. Fans, speaking of breaks, we’ll do that right now. And when we come back, we’re back to the action here on Madness.

Madness return from commercial break with the cameras focused on the ring announcer at center ring.

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

The opening lyrics of "The World is Spinning" by DMAD begins to play as a strobe lighting effect begins at the entrance. When the song hits its normal tempo with DMAD rapping, that's when Kevin appears in the entrance. Wearing a leather jacket with heart-shaped red glasses and a cane twirling in his hand, he looks behind him before he's joined by Summer Page. She takes his hand before they head towards the ring. Kevin opens the ropes for her, enjoying the view as she bends over to step inside before joining her.

RA: Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey and weighing in at 175 lbs...and accompanied by Summer Page....this is KEVIN MEARS!!

He heads to the corner followed by Summer. They share a kiss before she steps out to ringside in his corner.

JC: Double duty tonight for Kevin Mears!

DR: If he’s as good as he thinks he is, it shouldn’t be a problem!

JC: Doesn’t exactly seem fair.

DR: I know a guy that won a brutal tag team title match then entered a battle royal right after it and walked out with the Universal title as well.

JC: Your son in law?

RA: And his opponent!

RA: From Las Vegas, Nevada weighing 210 pounds. The VVV III PPPP CHRIS MOSSSSH!

JC: Chris Mosh! Already the number one contender to the United States title, but Damon, it begs the question: If Jacki was forced to forfeit the X-Division title to Hayley Fien, then why was Chris Mosh not the U.S. champion the moment Lexi Gold relinquished the championship?

DR: You’re still on that?

JC: Do you have some insight or not, Damon?

DR: Quite obviously, the difference is that the X-Division title match was already scheduled and the U.S. title match wasn’t. There’s a battle royal in a little bit and the winner of that match will face Chris Mosh at Relentless for the vacant championship.

JC: …

DR: That’s what I thought.

Kevin Mears
- vs -
Chris Mosh

The match begins with some chain reversals from both men in the early going with neither gaining a clear advantage. A few minutes in, Mears does gain the clear advantage when Mosh gets a little cocky and lets his guard down and Mears capitalizes.

After a couple of big flashy moves, Mears grabs a near fall before slowing down the pace some. Wise tactics for an intelligent competitor. Mears maintains control, even getting so far into his repertoire to hit See My Knee for a very near fall.

Confident that victory is within reach, Mears taunts Chris Mosh. Mosh then narrowly avoids the Head Games attempt from Mears which creates separation for Mosh. The two trade back and forth for the ensuing couple of minutes before Mosh gets the upper hand. He tries to end it quickly several times, but to no avail.

Digging into his own bag of tricks, Mosh successfully hits the super kick for a count of 2.99999999999999999999. Going for his Mosh plex, Mears kicks his leg out as he’s going over the top. That shifts his weight and Mosh loses his grip. Mears lands on his ass but pops up quickly and hits a stunned Mosh with Head Games seemingly out of nowhere for the three count.

WINNER: Kevin Mears by pinfall in 11:14

JC: Kevin Mears with the shocking victory!

DR: To you, maybe! To those of us that pay attention to things outside these walls, it’s not a shock to anyone! And that’s not taking anything away from Chris Mosh. Mosh is a valiant competitor, but Kevin Mears is starting to hit a new level of late and I don’t think Mosh was ready for this version of Kevin Mears.

JC: Nevertheless, Chris Mosh will go on to Relentless to cash in his number one contendership on the U.S. title and in just a little bit, we’ll find out just who will face him!

DR: Relentless is the single biggest show of the year and I imagine that whoever wins the battle royal tonight, will be looking forward to that monster payday.

JC: Stay with us on Madness!

In a stark contrast to last Madness, this time when the camera finds the man who calls himself THE MONSTER MACHINE, he’s alone in an empty locker room rather than lurking like a shadow behind Summer Page. Tonight, there are no colorless contacts transforming his dark eyes. Sure, the red war paint is there and so is the black soot smeared beneath his eyes – it does nothing to hide the fact that they’re still red and raw from the bear mace he took in the face at The Entity’s event in Barcelona less than a week ago. He’s already in his usual ring gear: black trunks, black kneepads with that steampunk squid logo on them, black boots with a million-and-one buckles, black leather gauntlets. He stares forward for a moment, almost as though he’s collecting his thoughts before he begins to speak, his voice hoarse but eerily calm.

ENIGMA: “The worst thing you can be in this business – worse than being an egotist who threatens to take his ball and go home after a single loss – is to be a hypocrite. I do my best, so hope you'll forgive the intentional irony when I say actions speak louder when you're staring directly into the abyss. I want you to look into my eyes. I want you to see the truth here before you: a man who broke the spirit of one of the so-called best in the business. Do we call that another feather in my cap? Do we call that another prophetic moment where my predictions concerning the event were right on the money? Do we add another hashmark on the wall and continue counting the accumulated seconds in this ongoing undefeated streak of mine?”

His chuckle is scornful at best.

ENIGMA: “History repeats. This is a thing they like to recite, just to remind you that free will is an illusion. Ah, but actions speak louder than words. Everyone knows this. It's true, maybe the truest in this business of ours. You can recite every stat you want about the other competitors in this match, all this 'tale of the tape' nonsense the armchair analysts love so much. You can tell me that I am untested, that the last time I was in a match of this magnitude was over a decade ago. It wouldn’t matter.

All the numbers in their pretty columns, all the weighed-out pros and cons, all the knowledge of the universe won’t spare any of you the reckoning that is coming. My capacity for mercy has been exhausted. My desire to punish, to RAZE and RAVAGE is overwhelming.”

Those massive shoulders twitch in a pseudo-shrug.

ENIGMA: “The things that happened in IIW have left me with a bitter taste in my mouth, one that can only be erased by further DOMINANCE.”

There's a flicker of something in his expression for a moment. Is that malice? Hunger?

ENIGMA: “Tonight, I will make my indelible mark on this company. I will stop at nothing to become that next contender for the United States Championship. Tonight, thirteen souls will experience the abyss firsthand. To hell with all the would-be Kings and Queens in this tiny kingdom. My LEGACY is bigger than that and the more of these stars I rip from the sky, the more space there is for the darkness, for MY DOMINION to expand.”

Leaning forward, he stares intently into the camera, unblinking.

ENIGMA: “Look into my eyes. Witness the truth that will be your ultimate undoing.

I AM THE ABYSS.”

His voice grows raspier, a low growl.

ENIGMA: “Do you see now?

DO. YOU. SEE?”

ENIGMA snarls and lunges towards the camera. There’s a scream and the image tilts, the camera obviously dropped by whomever was filming before the feed cuts out to static.

JC: Look out Madness!

DR: With a man as hungry as Enigma seems to be, I’d hate to be those participants in tonight's battle royal!

JC: That match is NEXT on Madness.

Winner Faces Chris Mosh @ Relentless
Carmen Santana - vs - Enigma - vs - Drake Hemingway - vs -
Grimgor Ironhide - vs - Gabriel Landry - vs - Eren Hunt - vs -
Marisol Vilaro - vs - Kevin Mears - vs - Summer Page - vs -
Johnny Miami - vs - MC Monkey - vs - Claire Rogers - vs -
Li'l Ca$h App - vs - Cyrus Braddock
-Over The Top Battle Royal-

As the match begins, the three biggest brutes try to clean house as quickly as possible with Mears dumping Claire Rogers from the ring and Cyrus Braddock dumping out Johnny Miami. Carmen Santana is dumped by Summer Page. Later, the Bing Bong Twinzz team up to eliminate Gabriel Landry with Eren Hunt eliminating them both immediately after.

Hunt, Mears, Hemingway and Ironhide quadruple team Enigma. Vilaro and Braddock attempt to aid him but Summer Page, in a slight twist of irony, dumps Marisol Vilaro over the top rope. With Enigma on the cusp of elimination, Ironhide elbows Drake Hemingway and the two get bounced by Cyrus Braddock right before Enigma tosses him from the ring.

Hunt is then tossed by Mears while Ironhide and Drake are toppled over the top rope by Enigma. Mears doesn’t hesitate to go after Enigma while Summer Page eliminates herself as she stares up the aisle to Marisol Vilaro. Wailing away on the last man left, Mears gains the upperhand before clotheslining Enigma over the top rope. Enigma lands on his knees on the apron and Mears lands a hard knee to his face.

Enigma nearly falls but one hand grabs the middle rope. Mears rears back for another knee but as he nears Enigma, the big man launches his head through the ropes like a missile into Mears midsection. Enigma stands upright and grabs Mears in a suplex lifting him up and over the ropes. Enigma takes both of them to the floor but Mears feet hit first and Enigma is declared the winner.

WINNER: Enigma in 13:54

JC: Enigma!

DR: He just punched his ticket to Relentless!

JC: He will face Chris Mosh for the vacant United States title as Enigma looks to claim his first ever XWF title while Chris Mosh looks to be the first person on Madness to achieve the grand slam!

DR: And what about Kevin Mears!? He stated leading up to this match that he never fared well in battle royals and here he is, fresh of a victory over Mosh coming within an eyelash of winning the battle royal too!

JC: Maybe you were right Damon, maybe Kevin Mears has morphed into the most dangerous man on Madness! Stay with us!

Back from commercial break, the cameras are following Summer Page. She looks like she’s full of emotion and even looks as if she’s arguing with herself. She turns around to go back the way she came but after a few steps, she turns around again and makes her way up the hall before coming to stop at a door.

JC: That’s Marisol Vilaro’s private locker room!

Page opens the door by the handle and pushes it slightly ajar. She then takes a step back and looks like she’s determined not to enter the locker room when she stops again

Summer Page: No, it’s now or never.

Page turns, and without any more hesitation, enters Vilaro’s private locker room. Flipping on the light switch, Summer looks around and notices Marisol’s bags. Hurrying over, she quickly rummages through both bags and roots through them until finally retrieving a pair of USB memory drives.

JC: What are those!?

DR: Memory drives!

JC: Ohhh!!! Gee, I wonder what she might find on them.

Summer Page: What have you been up to, Marisol?

Gripping them tightly in her hand, she stands and starts to make her way toward the door. When she looks up, she dead stops as Cyrus Braddock stands in the doorway looking at her. Flushed with nervousness, Summer stammers for an explanation.

Summer Page: I…I…I was just looking for Marisol, but she isn’t here.

Big Cy says nothing.

Summer Page: J..J…Just tell her I came by?

Summer attempts to pass through the doorway but Cyrus slams his meaty paw down on her shoulder. Summer looks up at Marisol’s bodyguard. Cyrus burns a stare through her soul.

Marisol Vilaro: It’s okay big guy, she was just looking for me.

Cyrus immediately unhands Summer Page and the color slowly returns to her face.

Marisol Vilaro: Let’s go out back! It’s a beautiful night!

Summer Page: I’d love to.

Cy walks beside Vilaro with Summer Page trailing just behind them. They only make it a few feet until Enigma shows up beside Summer Page. He looks down at Summer and she up at him as they trail behind Mari and Cy. Summer nods before placing the USB devices into the safe hands of Enigma as we fade to ringside.

JC: My heart stopped when Cyrus Braddock was in that doorway!

DR: I was sure he saw her going through Marisol’s bags!

JC: He obviously didn’t and that’s a good thing for Summer Page!

DR: You don’t know what’s on those drives, Jacuinde! For all you know, they’re powerpoint presentations for Vilaro Fitness!

JC: If you believe that, Damon, I have oceanfront property in Iowa to sell you. Fans, we’ll be right back!

DR: Iowa? That’s not even the joke!

JC: Welcome back, Madness fans! Coming up next, after a month long tournament, it is time finally to find out just who will go on to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship at Relentless.

DR: Sean Parker and Penelope have both been red hot to start their Madness tenures but one of them will see their first defeat here tonight!

JC: There is no shame, no matter what way it goes as both of these competitors are stiff competition for anyone!

RA: The following contest is the finals of the number one contender tournament! Introducing first!

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

RA: Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is...Penelope!

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked step on the floor before at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl, and makes her way to one of the corners as she waits on her opponent.

JC: And there’s Drake Hemingway, looking on again at a Penelope match from somewhere backstage!

DR: Is there something going on with those two?

JC: Nothing romantic, I don’t think. Definitely something though.

RA: And her opponent!

RA: Now residing in Pasadena, California weighing 215 pounds… the King of the Skiiies… SSSEAAANNN PARRRKERRR!

“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity starts to play throughout the arena. As the song plays its slow, building intro, Sean Parker appears on the stage in a hooded waistcoat. He goes down on one knee, his head low as sparks fill the stage area. When the song explodes into life, Sean leaps to his feet, his arms outstretched and his hood falls back behind him. Sean walks confidently to the ring, running as he gets ringside and slides effortlessly under the bottom rope. He takes off his waistcoat, tossing it into the crowd before he climbs up one of the turnbuckles and fist pumps before doing a backflip back down as his music fades out.

JC: It all comes down to this match right here! Win this match and go on to main event at Relentless!

DR: When Thaddeus Duke…

JC: Your son in law.

DR: Gahhh, when he took over this show a couple months ago, he demanded that the powers that be in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation start taking Madness as seriously as he was and here we are! About to send two of our own to headline the biggest event of the year!

JC: It’s Penelope and Sean Parker! Only one of them can challenge for the World title, and we’re gonna find out who… RIGHT NOW!

#1 Contender Tournament Finals
Penelope
- vs -
Sean Parker
-Winner Challenges WHC On
Night One of Relentless-

The match begins respectfully from both competitors as the two start a feeling out process. Some chain wrestling ensues though which isn’t good for Penelope in the early going. He’s far more experienced than she is and he smartly uses that to his advantage.

Parker stays on offense for a time as he speeds it up and slows it down, then speeds up and slows down again in order to keep Penelope off balance. Parker continually forces her to use effort by going for numerous pinfalls.

The King of the Skies is going aerial in the midstages and securing a number of near falls but Penelope refuses to die. Going to the top again, she counters with a boot from the mat that buys her separation as she looks to gain firm control of the match for the first time.

Using considerable strength that betrays her physical size, she hits Parker with drops, bombs and suplexes that results in several near falls before hitting the Leucotomy which she thought got her a three count but Parker had his foot on the ropes before the hand came down for three.

The confusion lets Parker recover and he regains control. Penelope quickly deteriorates and nearly loses three separate times. Parker sets her up and hits her with Masamune Decapitation! Just as he hits his knees for the cover…

JC: What’s he doin out here!?

DR: Kevin Mears!

Mears appears at the entrance way watching the finish of the match. Parker meanwhile won’t take his eyes off of Mears but he pays for it. Penelope hits the running variant of Leucotomy just as Sean Parker was turning around. Penelope scores the pinfall.

WINNER: and NEW #1 Contender
Penelope by pinfall in 17:32

JC: A rare smile from the serious Kevin Mears as he costs Sean Parker the match tonight on Madness!

DR: He didn’t cost Sean Parker anything, Jacuinde! No one told Parker to stare at Mears!

JC: You tryna tell me that Mears didn’t know exactly what he was doing?

DR: What I’m saying is Parker didn’t have to fall for it.

JC: Penelope has won it by hook or by crook this evening and still to come on Madness, who is the World Heavyweight Champion!?

Thaddeus Duke appears at the entrance way behind Kevin Mears to a huge pop. The sudden reaction causes Mears to turn around and come almost fact to face with the boss.

I don’t know if you think I haven’t heard all your bitching and complaining that I didn’t fulfill my promise I made to you… right out of the gate, he pauses. Kevin, I’m a little smarter than that.

If you thought I was giving away Kevin Mears versus Sean Parker on free television… then maybe you’re not quite as smart as you think you are.

You’re both free now.

So on night three of Relentless, have fun dealing with Sean Parker.

Thad exits as quickly as he arrived and both Parker and the crowd are ecstatic at the revelation. Mears remains a bit stoic.

JC: Parker and Mears at Relentless!

DR: Who will defend against Penelope!?

JC: Keep it here on Madness!

Myra Rivers is in the locker room with her XWF World Heavyweight Championship. She’s intensely focused, exactly what she needs to be. She’s showing no signs of backing down, or wavering or any sort of fear. While she knows the challenge ahead, she knows that she’s absolutely capable of winning on this night. Myra gathers her thoughts for a bit before she begins to express them.

Myra Rivers: This… this is the match that I have to have. You see, when Madness first went into its new era, there was only one goal that I had in mind and that goal was to establish myself as THE face of the new brand. Even though I’ve wrestled for many companies that never thought that I could be the face of any brand, I never stopped believing in that. Yeah, there have been more recent examples like THAT Vegas company… but I want to tell a story of a wrestling company based in London that existed 15 years ago. It starts off with two young women in their twenties…

One from Georgia…

Another from Florida…

They were both VERY different. The girl from Georgia went mainstream literally right off the farm, no Indies experience. The Florida girl grinded in the Indies for five years before going mainstream.

In that company, the powers that be always backed the Georgia girl over the Florida girl. It didn’t matter that the Florida girl had overtaken her as far as the spot on the ladder is concerned. It didn’t matter that for the Florida girl, this was her entire life and she worked hard and busted her ass to break through while the Georgia girl was more than content to sleep her way to the top with 4 different men in 4 different months. When it came to which woman that company wanted as the face of the company, it was always the Georgia girl off the farm who had no passion for this business. That company got what they wanted.

The Florida girl left to a company based in Phoenix, Arizona and became the face of their franchise…

The Georgia girl predictably floundered in the end and the company has been out of business since 2010. I’ve been talking about how a company can sink itself if they bet on the wrong horse and that’s exactly what my first mainstream wrestling company did. They didn’t pass up just any girl from Florida though…

They passed up a future 8 time world champion, two time Hall of Fame member, and 26 time title holder who at the age of 39 is at the peak of her powers.

In case you haven’t figured it out by now, that Florida girl was ME! Now, as far as who the face of Madness is and who the franchise player is, that does get decided tonight. Keiran King has been a thorn in my ass thinking that his claim to a 5000 day world title reign is valid when everyone knows the truth. He thinks, despite his recent big match shortcomings, that he should be the face of this brand and to be honest, should Keiran King, god forbid, end up defending this title at We Are Relentless, then history repeats itself and the wrong horse is leading the charge again. Now, the effects won’t be as dramatic as they were with the first mainstream company that I ever wrestled for, but I know in my heart that I’ve been the best thing to happen to this brand.

I’m the one that has stuck with it through the tough times as reigned as its champion. I’m the one that’s shown the most passion and dedication to this brand in the locker room. Keiran King merely wants to be a leech to gain whatever relevance he can because he knows in his heart, even though his ego is always going to be too big to admit it, that the sport has possibly passed him by. This isn’t to say that he still can’t be successful in this business, but I know well enough to know that HE has to have this. If he doesn’t, then it’ll solidify a truth in his head he would no longer be able to ignore and that truth is the fact that while he’ll still be a player in this business, his days of being “the guy” are most likely done and gone.

But me?

My days of being “the girl” aren’t even close to done just yet. Going back to my mission to firmly establishing myself as the face of this brand. I can’t do that without winning this match and even then? Even when I win this match I still can’t say ‘mission accomplished’ because I’ve got to go to We Are Relentless and I’ve got a match against the tournament winner to win.

I get it… I’m not ‘conventional’...

I’m not on twitter all the time posting bikini and lingerie pics like so many people…

I’m not stirring up social media bullshit like many people do.

I’ve NEVER needed to do that nonsense. It’s NEVER been about the stupid Twitter popularity contest. It’s always been about what happens in that ring for me.

Tonight? That’s GOING to be the case…

And Keiran? I’m going to do to you what I’ve done to many others like you lord knows how many times over the last fifteen and a half years…

I’m going to take that ego of yours and shove it right back up your ass… and MAYBE… when I do… when I retain this championship?

MAYBE you’ll respect what I’ve put into this brand.

Either way?

You’re the final step I need to take before We Are Relentless…

Myra leaves the scene, still maintaining her confidence. She’s hearing some near deafening cheers as the scene fades out.

JC: Pointed words from Myra Rivers! She defends against Kieran King in the main event when we come back!

JC: Madness rolls on folks and Damon, for two months, these two have exchanged words. For two months they’ve traded barbs and tonight, they’ll settle it in front of a sold out crowd here in the World’s Most Famous Arena!

DR: Say what you want about either of these competitors, but neither of them would be main eventing in this building if he didn’t think they were both up to the challenge!

JC: The XWF World title is on the line right now!

RA: The following contest… is for the XWF World Heavyweight Championship!

Crowd pop.

RA: Residing in Santa Monica, California weighing 190 pounds… He is the self proclaimed XWF World Heavyweight Champion for more than 5,000 days… KIERAAANNN KINNNNNG!

The first, frenetic strums of Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" rips through the arena as strobes of gold and white cast across the stage and crowd. After several moments, and then a few more for good measure, Kieran King eventually saunters onto the stage, smugly mugging for the audience. In a flash, he sprints towards the ring and glides underneath the bottom rope - practically hovering off the mat. Keeping his momentum going, King darts towards the corner post and leaps towards the top. He crouches, and throws his arms up and back as if to backflip off the top... only to pull out at the last minute. He laughs at the crowd, mocking them as he settles into some pre-fight stretches.

RA: And his opponent!

RA: From Miami, Florida! She is the reigning, defending HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPION! OF THE WORLLLLD! MMMMYRAAA RRRRRIVERRRRS!

JC: Myra Rivers has reigned and defended for nearly nine months!

DR: That pales in comparison to Kieran King’s 5,000 days!

JC: It’s not even a real title!

DR: Maybe, maybe not but he has the chance tonight to legitimize that 5,000 days!

XWF World Heavyweight Championship Unification
Myra Rivers ©
- vs -
Kieran King ©

King and Myra circle each other cautiously. The audience is divided, with fans of both competitors eager to see their favorite wrestler emerge victorious. As the tension builds, King launches himself off the ropes, attempting a hurricanrana from anywhere. But Myra, with her impressive mat skills, counters the move, flipping through it and she catches King from behind, transitioning into a cobra clutch. The crowd erupts in applause at the quick exchange of maneuvers. Myra maintains her grip on King, wrenching his neck and applying pressure. King's face contorts in pain as he struggles to find a way out of the hold. With a surge of determination, he manages to slip out of Rivers' grasp and rolls away, creating some distance between them.

Both wrestlers return to their feet as King attempts to regain momentum with a buzzsaw kick, aiming for Myra's head. However, Myra ducks just in time, narrowly avoiding the connection. Seizing the opportunity, Myra connects with her own roundhouse kick before grabbing King and nailing him with a pendulum backbreaker and moving seamlessly into a surfboard submission. King, showing his resilience, manages to shift his weight and break free from the surfboard submission after a short time in the hold. As he does so, he quickly rebounds off the ropes, attempting a shotgun dropkick to catch Myra off guard. But Myra, always one step ahead, sidesteps the incoming dropkick, causing King to crash into the turnbuckle. Myra keeps up her momentum applying a series of punishing leg locks and kneebars to target King's limbs. With precision, Myra transitions into a triangle armbar, locking King's arm and neck. As King struggles to break free, his face turns red from the exertion. Myra's determination is evident as she tightens the hold.

King's eyes dart around the ring, desperately seeking an escape route. With sheer willpower, he manages to leverage his strength, lifting Myra into the air and slamming her down, breaking the triangle armbar. King seizes the momentum, taking advantage of Myra's momentary disorientation. He delivers a series of rapid kicks to her chest, driving her backward into the corner turnbuckle. Myra slumps down in the corner, visibly weakened. King takes a moment to catch his breath, then charges toward Myra, his knee primed for action. He delivers a running knee to Myra, who is seated in the corner, causing her to slump further. With Myra reeling, King isn't about to let up. He hoists her onto the top turnbuckle and sets her up for a superplex.
The reigning World Champion, however, is not one to be taken down easily. She fights back, delivering a headbutt that stuns King momentarily. With a surge of determination, Myra manages to reverse King's superplex attempt into a Tornado DDT from the top rope. The crowd gasps at the impressive reversal. With King sprawled on the mat, Myra senses an opportunity to showcase her high-flying skills. She ascends the top rope and, with grace and precision, leaps off, landing on King’s shoulders. Myra wraps her legs around his neck and executes a top rope headscissors that sends King tumbling across the ring. The crowd roars in appreciation.

Myra is relentless as she transitions seamlessly into a cross armbreaker, targeting King's arm. King writhes in pain, desperately searching for a way to break free from Myra's clutches. The referee checks on King's condition, asking if he wants to submit, but King refuses, shaking his head vehemently. With a burst of adrenaline, he uses his free arm to inch closer to the ropes. The distance between his outstretched fingers and the bottom rope seems insurmountable. The fans watch with bated breath as King's fingertips brush the rope. With one final lunge, King manages to grasp the bottom rope, forcing Myra to release the hold.

With both competitors showing signs of wear and tear, Myra, determined to secure victory, lifts King onto her shoulders behind her, setting him up for the Rebel Bomb. The crowd watches in anticipation. Myra executes the Gory Special-style slam with precision, driving King’s form into the canvas with incredible force. The impact reverberates through the ring as King lies motionless on the mat. Myra, not content, follows up with the Spirit Breaker corkscrew neckbreaker. With King's body twisted and contorted, Myra goes for the pinfall, and the referee drops to the mat to begin the count.

One!

The crowd holds its collective breath as the referee's hand hovers just above the canvas.

Two!

However King somehow has the wherewithal to place his foot on the bottom rope at the very last second which the referee sees just in time. Myra thinks she’s won but sees the referee pointing to King’s foot and thus nullifying the count. Myra, however, remains focused, not letting herself get in her own head. She knows that victory is within her reach, and she's determined to finish what she started. With unwavering resolve, she lifts King once more, preparing to execute the Rebel Bomb once more. But King, refusing to submit, summons a last-ditch burst of energy. With a quick counter, he reverses Myra's attempt into a small package pin.

One!

The crowd watches in stunned silence as King bridges backward, leveraging all his weight onto Myra's shoulders.

Two!

But Myra just about manages to escape as the referee’s hand is coming down for the three. As both competitors move back to their feet, they lock eyes and there is a mutual understanding that this match is far from over. Myra charges at King, attempting a roundhouse kick to finish what she started. But King counters with a Pele Kick that catches Myra by surprise. The crowd gasps at the sudden reversal of fortune. King, fueled by the adrenaline surging through his veins, seizes the momentum. He unleashes a flurry of high-impact moves, including a Slingblade and a Monkey Toss, leaving Myra reeling and to the outside of the ring. King then dashes to the ropes, launching himself into a breathtaking suicide dive that sends Myra crashing into the ringside barricade. King springs back into the ring and executes a springboard crossbody, taking Myra down once more. King rolls her back into the ring and rebounds off the ropes, springboarding again as he goes for a Lionsaul. But, just as King is about to leap into the air, Myra, showing her tenacity, springs to her feet. She dashes to the corner and delivers a stunning spinning back elbow, causing King to lose his balance on the middle rope. Myra takes advantage and climbs to the second turnbuckle, hoisting King up. With incredible strength, Myra executes her Rebel Bomb from the second turnbuckle, driving King into the canvas with undeniable force. Myra doesn’t let up and spikes King with the Spirit Breaker for a second time. She floats into a cover and the referee's hand strikes the mat.

One..,

Two…

Three!

WINNER: and STILL XWF World Champion
Myra Rivers by pinfall in 22:14

JC: The champion of the world is still champion of the world!

DR: That was one hell of a match and if she had any doubters left, they’ve left the building!

Myra Rivers celebrates her victory in the center of the ring.

JC: For nearly nine months, she’s led Madness through its darkest times and has come out the other side!

Suddenly, the lights inside Madison Square Garden begin to go out.

JC: Darkness has fallen on the World Champion!

DR: This place has fallen deathly quiet!

JC: Myra Rivers will defend the World title at Relentless against Penelope…

Fire explodes from the aisle way on either side. One explosion follows the other in quick succession as the flames race to the ring. Once the flames reach ringside, all four ringposts burst with flames.

A dim light illuminates the World Champion standing in the center of the ring. A second dim light illuminates the entrance way where the number one contender now stands. Her odd lighted hat rests on her head contrasts her smokey eye.

But…

A second Penelope appears from the darkness behind Myra Rivers!

JC: There’s two Penelope’s!

DR: That’s not Penelope!

The real Penelope begins a slow methodical stroll toward the ring as Myra Rivers looks on, entirely unaware that someone is behind her.

DR: YESSS!

JC: What!?

DR: OH MY GOD I LOVE IT!

JC: WHAT!?

DR: I KNOW WHO IT IS!

Penelope climbs the steps and into the ring, coming face to face with the World Champion. Myra Rivers takes a step back and bumps into the woman dressed like Penelope that has stood behind her all this time.

Myra turns…

JC: Black Mist from the mystery woman!

Rivers is blinded by the mist and turns toward Penelope.

JC: BLACK MIST from PENELOPE!

The lights in the arena return full force. A casket rests against the ring apron and the mystery woman is finally revealed.

DR: WHAT A NIGHT!

JC: OH MY FU…

DR: The most polarizing woman in the industry!

…

…

?

???

JC: SAHARA IS ON MADNESS!

DR: MADISON SQUARE GARDEN IS ALIVE!

Penelope and Sahara assault the XWF World Champion Myra Rivers. Double teaming and taking turns nailing and slamming the blinded defenseless champion. Soon, running Leucotomy from Penelope takes Myra Rivers down and that’s followed up with the Lament Configuration.

JC: Sahara and Penelope! Taking turns on Myra Rivers!

DR: I think Mr. Duke just turned the heat up around here!

JC: Sahara, the wife of our general manager is involved in this conspiracy tonight against Myra Rivers and there’s no other way to put it!

Despite being blinded and assaulted two on one, Rivers tries to fight out of the Lament Configuration. Soon though, as the assault continues, she’s lost what’s left of her fight as Penelope releases the dangerous submission hold. With Myra Rivers rolling to her back, Sahara scales the turnbuckles. She leaps off the top sending a double foot stomp into the midsection of the now out cold World Champion.

DR: She calls that the Venom Drop!

JC: The White Widow has arrived here in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation! And tonight, she’s aided Penelope in dismantling her Relentless opponent!

Not quite done yet, the duo roll Myra Rivers into the open casket and slam the lid shut. Sahara grabs the world title from the mat and hands it to Penelope!

JC: What a way to end it! What a way to end Madness! What a way to go home to Relentless!

DR: In just 11 days, Myra Rivers defends against Penelope in a Phlegethon Pyre match for the World Heavyweight Championship!

Penelope poses in front of a booing New York City crowd holding Myra Rivers World Championship as Madness fades to black.]]>

No Holds Barred Match
Grimgor Ironhide
- vs -
Drake Hemingway

WINNER: Drake Heningway by pinfall in 12:36

...Previously Recorded…

TLC Match
2 Broke Chicks
- vs -
BGTL
- vs -
Bing Bong Twinzz
-Winners Receive Tag Team Title Shot-

WINNERS: Bing Bong Twinzz in 11:21

Madness return from commercial break with the cameras focused on the ring announcer at center ring.

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

The opening lyrics of "The World is Spinning" by DMAD begins to play as a strobe lighting effect begins at the entrance. When the song hits its normal tempo with DMAD rapping, that's when Kevin appears in the entrance. Wearing a leather jacket with heart-shaped red glasses and a cane twirling in his hand, he looks behind him before he's joined by Summer Page. She takes his hand before they head towards the ring. Kevin opens the ropes for her, enjoying the view as she bends over to step inside before joining her.

RA: Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey and weighing in at 175 lbs...and accompanied by Summer Page....this is KEVIN MEARS!!

He heads to the corner followed by Summer. They share a kiss before she steps out to ringside in his corner.

JC: Double duty tonight for Kevin Mears!

DR: If he’s as good as he thinks he is, it shouldn’t be a problem!

JC: Doesn’t exactly seem fair.

DR: I know a guy that won a brutal tag team title match then entered a battle royal right after it and walked out with the Universal title as well.

JC: Your son in law?

RA: And his opponent!

Kevin Mears
- vs -
Chris Mosh

WINNER: Kevin Mears by pinfall in 11:14

WINNER: Enigma in 13:54

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

RA: Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is...Penelope!

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked step on the floor before at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl, and makes her way to one of the corners as she waits on her opponent.

JC: And there’s Drake Hemingway, looking on again at a Penelope match from somewhere backstage!

DR: Is there something going on with those two?

JC: Nothing romantic, I don’t think. Definitely something though.

RA: And her opponent!

#1 Contender Tournament Finals
Penelope
- vs -
Sean Parker
-Winner Challenges WHC On
Night One of Relentless-

WINNER: and NEW #1 Contender
Penelope by pinfall in 17:32

XWF World Heavyweight Championship Unification
Myra Rivers ©
- vs -
Kieran King ©

WINNER: and STILL XWF World Champion
Myra Rivers by pinfall in 22:14

“Life is a circle. No matter what beast you make of yourself or how bright one side is, inevitably, the dark side comes again. But the beauty of the circle is… round we go.”

“I will build my empire next to the sea, so I can laugh from my throne as my enemies drown.”
-”Bray Wyatt” Windham Rotunda

Madness opens this week with no pyro. A dim spotlight shines down through the darkened Manhattan center, only illuminating the ring as the bell sounds. The mat, the ropes and the apron are all in black. Ten times the bell tolls as we’re joined by the commentary team of Damon Riggs and Jacuinde.

JC: The wrestling world is in mourning.

DR: We truly are, Jacuinde. Bray Wyatt was an inspiration to millions all around the world with his incredible work and his unique creativity. His loss is deeply felt all throughout the industry and Jacuinde, there are dozens in our world that have drawn inspiration for their own careers directly from Windham Rotunda.

JC: Our hearts are most certainly heavy this evening. The business of professional wrestling does not stop to mourn. We carry on because it’s what we do.

DR: We carry on because men like him paved the way for men like me. Our hearts are no doubt broken. We’ll remember him fondly tonight and every night… because he deserves it.

JC: We’re gonna take a break right now and when we come back, Monday Night Madness will get under way. Stay with us.

Madness returns with the first, frenetic strums of Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" ripping through the arena as strobes of gold and white cast across the stage and crowd.

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Damon, it seems we’re being joined by Kieran King to start this show off!

DR: Jacuinde, your blatant disrespect cannot be ignored! That is the REAL WORLDS’ CHAMPION Kieran King!

After several moments, and then a few more for good measure, Kieran King eventually saunters onto the stage, smugly mugging for the audience and showing off the 'real' World Heavyweight Championship that he claims he never lost 13 years ago.

The cagey vet is dressed to compete and in a flash, he sprints towards the ring and glides underneath the bottom rope - practically hovering off the mat. Keeping his momentum going, King darts towards the corner post and leaps towards the top. He raises the title up once more before crouching, and then throwing his arms up and back as if to backflip off the top... only to pull out at the last minute. Landing on his feet without any sort of fanfare, he laughs at the crowd, mocking them as he is handed a microphone.

King proudly readjusts the 'championship' on his shoulder and squares up towards the camera.

King: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are here on the verge of history. When people speak of the legacy of the XWF, the mention of the unfathomable records that those who have found their place in the Hall of Legends. The latest inductee, The Engineer, holds the record for the longest Universal Championship reign of the modern era at around 9 months. Going back into yesteryear, The Brand held that championship for a year straight! But never before has a record stood like the one I am here to talk about. This… this is a moment in time.”

JC: He really is full of himself.

DR: Say what you want, but the man has held that title on his shoulder for over a decade.

King: “I stand before you on day 4,992 as XWF World Heavyweight Champion!

“I'll say it again to make sure those up in the cheap seats heard: DAY FOUR THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO.

This is unfathomable. You will NEVER AGAIN have an opportunity to be a part of history like this!

In just 8 days… I will surpass the 5,000 day mark. History will be made!

…If I make it there."

That final line leads to a little bit of confusion from the crowd. A small smirk appears on King's face, showing that he knows exactly what he's doing.

JC: What the hell does he mean, ‘if I make it there’?

DR: Well maybe shut up and listen to find out.

King: "See… I could rest on my laurels and skate on through that 5,000 day mark without as much as breaking a sweat, but as long as Myra Rivers is playing pretender to the throne, I know that every little action I take is going to be scrutinized and compared against hers. And let's face it, she has a helluva challenge lined up tonight so I–"

Someone in the audience shouts something at King, indecipherable to the camera but Kieran seemed to hear it just fine. He turns and snaps at them.

King: "WHO ARE YOU TO DOUBT JOHNNY MIAMI?"

That draws an unexpected mixed response, some seeing the entertainment of it, while others are just sick of King's shit.

King: "You know I've come to expect that level of disrespect out of New Yorkers. But never fear! As YOUR champion, I am here to show you that even though each and every one of you basically live and breathe in your own filth just by stepping outside in this disgusting city… there is still a chance that you can have a better life. That's why I have scoured the city to find the greatest athlete that New York City has to offer, and to EARN my way towards that unthinkable 5,000-day record I will put the REAL World Heavyweight Championship on the line against them, RIGHT NOW! So without further ado… hit their music!"

JC: What!?

A school bell sounds and B-I-N-G-O begins to play as a young kid comes barrelling down towards the ring.

JC: Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!

DR: I don’t know what your problem is, he looks like a real stiff challenge to King!

As he climbs the steps, King lifts the middle rope up to help the little guy get into the ring, singing while he does so.

King: "B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his name-o. Great tune!"

With the kid in the ring, King turns his attention towards him.

King: "Hey there! Why don't you tell everyone your name and where you're from."

Kid: "My name is Aaron Davis, I'm in the second grade, and I'm from Harlem."

A section of the crowd roars with approval.

Aaron: "Hi Mom!"

He waves to a woman in her early-mid-30s in the front row.

King: "Wow, second grade, amazing! And Harlem! I'm not from here but that's all the way up near the top of Manhattan Island, right?"

Aaron nods furiously.

King: "Amazing! Did you take the subway here, or…?"

Aaron: "No, Mom drove our brand new Range Rover! It's so cool! It even has a TV in the back!"

DR: A Range Rover in Harlem?

JC: Learn somethin’ new every day.

King: "Whoa!"

His excitement is very feigned.

King: "Gosh, you sure are lucky to have a new car like that. But you seem like a cool kid, so I'm sure a whole lot more awesome stuff is on its way too. Maybe an X-Box?"

Aaron: "Seriously?!:

He gets super excited.

King: "Who knows how this will end?"

A wink from Kieran King to Aaron's mother carries a disturbing undertone. It's pretty clear King bought the new car for them.

King: "Now, do you know why you're out here?"

Aaron: "Yeah, I'm gonna kick your butt!"

The whole crowd gets behind that notion. King seems very amused. They break out in a Let’s! Go! Aaron! clap clap clapclapclap chant.

King: "I love the attitude, Aaron. And if anybody in New York can, I believe it's you. Because…"

He turns to the crowd.

King: "Aaron here runs the basketball court just outside his housing block. Even against the eighth graders, right Aaron?"

The kid beams with pride.

King: "He's also been getting free lessons down at the YMCA in boxing, wrestling, AND taekwondo where he is described as 'the fastest learner I have ever seen' by each of his trainers; he is the quarterback of his school's flag football team who have not lost a game; is off to the state finals for swimming and track and field where he kills on both track AND field. Watch out whenever this kid had a discus, I swear."

If you had never seen a 2nd grader look 10 feet tall, you would have now. Hearing all of his achievements, Aaron is over the moon. His mother wipes a tear from her eye.

King: "And though he may be small and young, Aaron represents what each and every one of you lacks - a future. And that future could start right now! Let's not forget that our esteemed new manager Thaddeus Duke himself started here in the XWF as just a child, and look what he became! Could Aaron be the next Thad? Could Aaron be the next XWF World Heavyweight Champion and main event Night 1 of Relentless? Let's find out!"

King hands his 'championship' to a waiting ref who really looks he doesn't want to be there.

But he rings the bell nonetheless.

JC: …I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

DR: Me neither! This is GOLD!

REAL World Heavyweight Championship
Kieran King vs. "New York's Finest Athlete" Aaron Davis

As the bell rings, King's back is turned on Aaron which is a big mistake! The kid leaps into action and grabs onto King's back. Not being a particularly large man, and being caught completely unawares, King topples backwards. Aaron rolls him up.

1…

2…

New champ!

The entire Manhattan Center is on its feet!

3..KICKOUT!

JC: Come on Aaron!

DR: I can’t believe how close that was!

King uses every bit of force his body can muster to throw himself out of the pin. Leaping to his feet he looks down at Aaron in complete disgust. Aaron taunts him a little, telling King how close he was to losing his 'championship'. But Aaron's teasing subsides when he doesn't see King smiling. He tries to get out of the ring, but King snatches at him from behind.

F Ur Head!

Aaron's head gets driven into the mat. His mom cries out, but maybe she should have thought about this before she took the damn Range Rover.

King climbs to the top rope.

King Maker!

1… 2… 3!

WINNER: and STILL “Real Worlds’ Champion” Kieran King
By pinfall in 1:57

DR: Just like that it's over! And perhaps New York's finest athlete's career is too!

Suddenly…

“Come To Life” by Alter Bridge hits and Myra Rivers comes out to a thunderous ovation with her championship over her shoulder.

JC: Now THAT is the real World Heavyweight Champion!

DR: For now, but how much longer, really?

She’s already in her wrestling gear at this point as she prepares for her title defense and when Keiran King looks at her, Myra doesn’t bat an eye. She makes her way down the ramp and stops at ringside.

Myra: “Yeah, that’s REAL impressive.”

Myra scoffs, indicating the level of sarcasm in what she just said.

Medical staff help Aaron out of the ring, while his mother balls her eyes out. Myra places a warm hand on her shoulder as they move past her, and instinctively steps in the path between King and the departing family and medics, in case King decides to try anything further.

Myra: “This whole display, honestly, is just another desperate attempt for you to hang onto the past.”

JC: Tell ‘em, champ!

DR: Mark.

JC: No, Jacuinde.

Myra pauses for a bit as she enters the ring to greet him in the eye.

Myra: “You know, it wasn’t that long ago you made a big deal on Twitter about my ‘lack of research’ regarding people that aren’t here anymore, but trust me. I took a deep dive into your recent history. And you know, you have had an impressive run here in XWF. I can’t take that away from you. But you’re also trying so hard to make me look like a false title holder when… you’ve got your own skeletons in the closet. Once upon a time, you could even say that “XWF is KING”, if you catch my drift but in a business that’s ‘what have you done for me lately’, well… let’s ask that question.

What HAVE you done lately?

Challenge Mark Flynn to a Universal title match upon your return only to LOSE?"

JC: She has some valid points!

DR: King is twice the competitor that she is!

JC: Even you don’t believe that, Damon.

King narrows his eyes with anger as Myra continues on.

Myra: “If you want to keep this up with me, that Flynn match is a glimpse of your future. So, what have you done for me lately? Oh right, there was this battle royal that you were in where you LOST… to Sarah Lacklan. Yikes! Hey, you want to bash me for bringing up past promotions, but let’s bring up what YOU’VE done in other places… like going to Action Wrestling, competing at CruiserHavoc and… oh right, what did you do? You LOST! But you know, it’s fine. There’s another opportunity to promote XWF and expand your brand, like the weird Arcadia thing… AAAAAND… you lost!"

King clenches his fists with anger and looks like he wants to say something, but Myra cuts him off.

Myra: “Oh no, you’re letting the adults talk for a change. You want to promote Madness. You want to promote yourself as the face of Madness. You claim you want to make this a bigger, better brand, but as I just pointed out with your recent failures as of late,you’re NOT the guy. You haven’t been the guy for a long time and unless you stop living in the past, I doubt you’ll ever be the guy again. In the more than a year and a half that I’ve been in this company, good, bad and everything in between as far as Madness is concerned, I’m not exactly undefeated. There have been some multi-person matches and tag matches I’ve been on the losing end of… but for more than a year and a half? I have NOT been pinned in ANY of my XWF matches… not ONE. I’ve built my reputation here. I’ve built up my name. I’ve led this brand out of the dark ages and I AM the face of this brand… me… not YOU… NEVER you…”

King looks like he wants to say something again, but Myra gives him an angry glare and smacks him right across the face before she begins to head out.

DR: What an insult!

JC: A bitchslap to a bitch!

A balled fist rises behind Myra's head. She turns just in time to spot it and her eyes beg him to try something.

JC: Kieran the Cowardly!

DR: I’m sure it was just a little arthritis!

King finds his swagger, sniggering at Myra as he jostles past her. He shoulder bumps her on his way and as he walks up the ramp, raises his 'championship' into the air.

JC: Madness returns after this!

Myra shakes her head at the pathetic display as Madness goes to break.

...Earlier Tonight…

The show shows video recorded earlier in the evening as a black car parks, and out steps Kevin Mears. He collects his bag from the backseat and starts to head towards the entrance in a red silk shirt and black pants. As soon as he sees the camera, he starts grinning.

Kevin: Waiting for me, huh? I don’t know what all you expect me to tell you. I covered it all on the last Madness. I renewed my deal for a shitload more money, got promised all kinds of opportunities, and what do I get? The new girl on the roster.

He shook his head as he slowed down walking with the camera staying in front of him.

Kevin: I got nothing against Carmen Santana. I did my homework on her like I do every time I face a new opponent. It’s not her fault that she got put into his match. She’s gorgeous, I’m sure she’ll sell plenty of merchandise like posters or whatever. But let me give you a little heads up about this place, Carmen. For you, the sky’s the limit. I mean you’re just making your XWF debut tonight, right? Cool. Me? I’ve been here a year, and got nothing to show for it. I’m surprised they didn’t go ahead and add you to the title tournament they got going on like they did Sean Parker. All he had to do was show up, and get put into the tournament and the main event in his first match. There’s really no requirement to be in it other than not be me. Tell you what, babe, I’m going to see to it that you get up that ladder so you get your shot at it too. If I get asked who should have the first shot after the new champion is crowned, I’m telling them it’s you. You’re gonna feel like you got an agent.

That’s when the grin starts reforming.

Kevin: But that’s only if Summer doesn’t win it all. In that case, you can deal with trying to get a shot at her. Throwing all my support her way, as a result. She belongs in it, but then again, so did I. Carmen, you came at just the right time. Madness is under new management, he probably gave you the same song and dance routine I got about offering opportunities. I haven’t met a promoter yet that told the truth. A year from now if you’re still here, you can be opening the show with whoever they signed two weeks prior just like me.

He tossed his bag over his shoulder as he adjusted the bleeding heart red sunglasses on his face.

Kevin: Upshot for me? I don’t work by the hour. I understand we’re going on early, so that means I can be out of here in less than an hour after the show kicks off. The Manhattan nightlife is solid, and I can go be part of it before it even gets all that dark. So tonight here in the Manhattan Center, you get dealt the worst hand possible. You have to face the Original Ace in your XWF debut. You get to be more living proof of what I have always said. And that is, not counting Summer in this, I’m the only Ace in a deck full of jokers. And this Ace always plays with house money. I’ll see you out there soon enough, let’s make this quick. There’s a club I want to hit up after we’re done.

He gives a little wave of his hand to the camera as he passes it by, and the show returns to the live broadcast.

JC: Kevin Mears, with a bit of a chip on his shoulder!

DR: You would too, if you were him! Parker signs and right away is put into a tournament to…

JC: Mears was not under contract, Damon! He was holding out for more…

DR: Which is his right!

JC: I’m not saying it’s not. What I am saying is that had he signed two weeks sooner, then he too would have been in the tournament!

DR: It’s easy to say that after the fact, Jacuinde!

JC: Thaddeus Duke did all he could to get him signed! He’s your son in law, do you really think he’d have still kept Mears out of the tournament?

DR: I don’t get into if’s and but’s, Jacuinde!

JC: Listen! Kevin Mears can do his passive aggressive complaining all he wants. Fact is, the business wasn’t completed in time for him to enter the tournament. I’ve gotten to know Thad over the past several weeks, Damon. He’d have loved nothing more than to get Mears in the tournament too.

DR: No, YOU listen! Kevin Mears, just like Vilaro, just like Parker, just like Rivers and King, are the future of this brand. He should be furious that he wasn’t granted entry into the tournament.

JC: Folks… while Damon will certainly continue his mental gymnastics, we’ll take a break but when we come back, we’ll return to the ring.

...Earlier Tonight…

“Spoiled” Summer Page is in her locker room as Enigma has an ominous and focused look on his face is warming up for his match.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: I almost feel sorry for those glue sniffing inbreds. The big guy is in a mood to destroy anyone in his path. That’ll suck for all of you who are in his way.

Summer smiles and shrugs her shoulders

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Because I just don’t have the time nor the patience for those half wits. But if they are the ones that attacked me they will surely pay for it in the most violent way possible. That I can assure you. Now if those two morons aren’t the guilty party you can all be assured that I will find out and I will sentence the guilty party to a grave penalty. That penalty will of course be carried out by my executioner.

Summer motions towards Enigma.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: And I’m sure between Marisol and I, one of us will find the prudent information. But tonight I am solely focused on Penelope and advancing in this World Championship contender’s tournament.

JC: The Bing Bong Twinzz are on their way to the ring, but Damon, it looks like Summer Page and Enigma are ready for tonight!

DR: The Twinzz are set for action tonight but they face an uphill climb to be sure!

JC: Both Enigma and Cyrus Braddock team up tonight and make their Madness in-ring debuts!

RA: Their opponents!

RA: From Memphis, Tennessee. Weighing 305 pounds! CYRUUSSSS BRRRRADDOCKKK!

As the drum beat starts up for Animal Magnetism, Cyrus Braddock steps out from behind the curtain. Stopping on stage, he surveys the crowd a moment before throwing up his arms and yelling something unintelligible. On the way down the aisle, his stride matches the drum beat as he looks over the nearby members of the Universe. Every now and then, he'll exchange a fist bump with a cheering fan (if there are any.)

Once at ringside, he waves his right hand in a "T" pattern as he awaits his partner.

RA: And his partner!

RA: From the Boiler Room! Weighing 275 pounds! EEEEEENIGMAAAA!

Luna est dominae,
Volkodlak malorum,
Artes et perditae,
Lycan incarnatus,
Luna est dominae,
Volkodlak malorum,
Artes et perditae,
Lycan incarnatus…

A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until “The Monster Machine” is revealed in full.

The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.

Rota! Vita! Mara! Vena! Mare! Dracul! Morte! Vita! Rota! Vita! Mara! Vena! Mare! Dracul! Morte! Vita!

ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the hood from his head, revealing his soot-streaked face and colorless eyes as well as the snake writhing around his neck. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest.

JC: Two beasts among men!

DR: I find it difficult to consider the Bing Bong Twinzz, ‘men.’

JC: I thought you liked those two?

DR: I do to a degree, but they’re hardly men.

The match begins as one would expect. Cy and Enigma control things from the moment the bell rings. Using some old school tactics, the towering duo cut off the ring and use quick tags to control the pace. It’s a cake walk for them as they easily dominate the speedy former tag team champions.

A miscue from Cy turns the tide for a bit, opening the door to a Bing Bong comeback. MC who had been isolated for most of the match, finally tags out to Li’l Cash App. Cash App comes in with fury and flurry, trying to keep the larger and slower Cyrus Braddock off balance.

It world for a time as Cash App uses his blazing speed to keep Cy guessing. The Twinzz start to utilize quick tags too in order to stay fresh as they isolate Cy from his corner. The tide changes again when Cash App tries to bodyslam Braddock. Cash App collapses beneath the weight of Vilaro’s bodyguard for a two count as MC makes the save.

Amid the distraction, Enigma enters the ring and works to bring Cy to their corner. Enigma retreats from the ring as the referee turns his attention back to the legal men. Cy tags out to Enigma. Summer Page’s bodyguard really starts dissecting Li’l Cash App. He hits thunderous move after thunderous move before planting him in the center of the ring with the Face Eraser.

Enigma goes for the win as Cy enters the ring. MC enters to try and break up the pin, but he runs into a huge big boot from Braddock that turns him inside out. The three count is completed.

WINNERS: Enigma & Cyrus Braddock by pinfall in 7:48

JC: As expected, Enigma and Braddock are successful here tonight on Madness!

DR: These two gigantic men had their way with the Twinzz last week and this week, they claim victory over the former tag team champions.

JC: If they wanted to make a go of it, I think Cy and Enigma would make a very formidable tag team here on Madness!

DR: No doubt, they would.

JC: Don’t go away, Madness Maniacs, as we return right after this!

“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity blasts throughout the Manhattan Centre which draws a big cheer from the crowd.

JC: Sean Parker! On his way out here to join us!

DR: And I have no doubt that Kevin Mears is backstage somewhere watching!

A moment later, Sean Parker appears on the stage, looking pumped in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that depicts a face-off between a video game version of Sean crossed over with Rathalos, the flagship from the Monster Hunter game franchise. Across the top of the t-shirt, just underneath the collar are the words “King of the Skies”. The t-shirt is from an old line of merchandise from Sean’s HWA days when Capcom did a collaboration with several members of their roster. Sean casually walks to the ring, slapping hands and fist-bumping with fans on either side of the ramp before jumping athletically and sliding across the ring apron and leaping over the top rope and into the ring as his music fades out. Sean grabs a mic and addresses the sold-out crowd.

JC: The ever-impressive Sean Parker! He’s been making waves of late here in the XWF!

DR: Much to the dismay of Kevin Mears!

Sean: Good to see you again, Manhattan!

There is a big cheer from the New York crowd and Sean grins, giving a sly wink at the cheap pop.

Sean: Seriously though, this is for sure becoming one of my favorite cities to come to and wrestle in and last week, I got off to the best possible start when I bested Chris Mosh and Walker Hill to advance to the semi-finals to determine who will face whoever holds the XWF World Heavyweight Championship at the Relentless pay-per-view. Man, that was some match, wasn’t it?

He inclines his head, pursing his lips and gives an acknowledging nod.

Sean: Honestly, say what you want about both of those guys but they deserve all the respect in the world and whilst it was closer than I would have liked, at the end of the day, I am so happy with the dub… but of course, once more, I have to address the other elephant in the room.

Sean walks around the ring, a contemplative look on his face before he looks up and stares into the hard cam.

Sean: Kevin Mears…

The crowd gives an indifferent reaction and Sean shrugs and purses his lips.

Sean: I said on social media I was done with the pathetic passive-aggressive passing comments bouncing back and forth and that I would address all this at Madness, and here we are…. You know, Kevin, for someone who claims his name can’t be kept out of my mouth, you’ve been veeeery vocal on social media this week about me. I think I lost count at seven regarding the amount of times you talked about me in the space of an hour and it seems all you’ve done since last week, Kevin, is complain. All you’ve done is bump your gums about how this isn't fair or that isn’t fair. You’re not happy I main-evented in my debut episode of Madness, not happy I’m in the World Championship Number One Contender tournament, not happy that in your return match, you’re facing a newcomer, not happy you’re not main-eventing.

Sean wryly smirks, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

Sean: And…you know what? I figured it out…see when you made your debut back in November at Madness 9 in that pre-taped dark match, none of these fans, nobody outside XWF knew jackshit about you. But when I debuted… see when my music hit? And I came down that ramp.

Sean points to the ramp leading down to the ring. He then approaches the ropes and sits on the middle one.

Sean: When I walked through these ropes…and stood beside Thad in the middle of this ring…people knew who I was. You don’t bring in someone that’s a low draw, someone no one has heard of and put them in the main event alongside a former world champion and one of the best up-and-comers in this company, unless people know who the hell you are and what you’re capable of doing. Now you may not have known who the hell I was before my name cropped up, but these people did, Thaddeus Duke did, the big chiefs in XWF did and you know what? That’s all that matters!

I’m in this spot because my past accomplishments, my victories, my skills in this ring despite having suffered a paralyzing injury, they all speak for themselves. Make no mistake, Kevin, that spot last week? That wasn’t some promised spot guaranteed because of some dodgy handshake and an envelope exchange, no, no, no, no! That was a test, a challenge, from Thad to say, ok, Sean, I’ve seen you in action, I know what you’re capable of. You think you’re ready to win championships already? Go ahead and prove it! That main event against Mosh and Hill was a litmus test for me, to prove that what I’ve shown in other promotions, I was more than capable of replicating here on Madness! And I think it’s safe to say, I passed that test!

See, you wanna know why these people boo you, Kevin? It’s because you’re nothing more than an entitled brat - a talented brat! I’ll give you that, but an entitled one. Thad wouldn’t have reached out to you to sell you his vision of what he wanted Madness to be and your potential place in it if he didn’t think you had something to give and I trust his judgment in that regard. But you’re booed because instead of fighting for your spot, you decided to stay away, holding out for more money, believing in this warped reality you’ve created that you deserved more than you were getting.

Now…I did a bit of recon, seeing as you decide to make up I supposedly guaranteed I would beat you without knowing anything about you. So I did some digging in the Madness archives… For the record by the way, I don’t usually get into this pathetic whataboutery but in your case, I’ll make a special exception… so…let’s take a walk down memory lane, shall we?

You debuted in November last year at Madness 9 and since then you’ve had six matches and lost half of them. The only positives you’ve had in this company were in your debut in that pre-taped dark match I mentioned earlier, and wins over Walker Hill and Jamaica Jimmy. Every other time you’ve stepped foot in a Madness ring, you’ve been on the losing side…Yet somehow you feel aggrieved that you’re not main-eventing Madness and in the running to become the new World Championship number one contender?

Sean puts on an exaggerated confused expression.

Sean: See if you’d actually just pulled your sleeves up, took those losses on the chin and got back on the horse, showed you were determined to prove yourself, maybe you’d have had a chance at being in the tournament, maybe it could have been you main-eventing Madness two weeks ago. But that’s what happens when you don’t put in the effort… the profit reflects what you put in and you seemingly are more interested in the zeroes at the end of your paycheck than you are working hard to earn your spot in this company… and that’s the difference between you and me, Kevin. I’d work for nothing if it meant being able to wrestle every night on a stage like this, whereas you’re already out the door before the merch goes on sale.

So, keep on living in this fantasy land where you’ve concocted scenarios like me promising victory over you despite nothing about you. You and I will probably face off sooner or later because that’s usually how these things play out…But in the meantime, unlike you, I’ve got bigger things on my agenda to focus…things concerning the XWF World Heavyweight Championship… Now, now that that’s out of the way…that was a mouthful wasn’t it?

Sean chuckles before continuing.

Sean: Now, now that’s that? Is that the proper syntax? Anyway, I digress, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, there we go, that’s better… Marisol Vilaro…looks like it's between you and I and either Penelope or Summer Page to see who goes to Relentless for a shot at one of the biggest prizes in our sport… the XWF World Heavyweight Championship… now, just like my good friend, Kevin, prior to my arrival in XWF, I’ll be honest, I didn’t know a lot about you, but it’s amazing what can happen in a month. You’ve been a busy little bee…and before you ask, no I’m not interested in buying your perfume or cologne or whatever it is you’re plugging these days and I certainly don’t need to entrust in Mari! But one thing I did notice that perturbed me, is that big brick shithouse of a guy, Cy Braddock, you’ve got following you around and doing your dirty work for you. See, I didn’t come to XWF with aspirations of one day holding championship gold only to be stymied by your hired muscle, Mari, so I would suggest, if you really wanna prove you’re better than me and deserve to be in the tournament finals on September 11th, you leave that big dog at home with a squeaky toy to keep him occupied. See you later on tonight!

JC: Pointed words from Sean Parker!

DR: The man came out with both guns firing, I’ll give him that!

JC: Somewhere down the line, Kevin Mears and Sean Parker are gonna go one on one here on Madness and when it does, it’ll be standing room only.

DR: You know… despite Mears not liking his booking this week, and its fair for him to not like it… but it’s almost as if Thaddeus Duke knows what he’s doing. It’s almost as if he knows that making these two wait to get it on is only gonna make the match better when it finally does happen.

JC: Damon, I think you’re right. Sean Parker will be in action a little later tonight, but coming up next, Kevin Mears returns to the Madness ring against the debuting Carmen Santana. Stay with us.

JC: We’re back here LIVE on Madness, only on the XWF Network and Damon, it’s been a crazy evening already tonight.

DR: It really has and we’re just getting started in all honesty.

JC: Up next, Kevin Mears makes his in-ring return to Madness as he has the task of taking on Carmen Santana in her debut.

DR: One could be mistaken in thinking that Kevin Mears has the big advantage and while that’s true on paper, wrestling matches aren’t won or lost on paper.

JC: You’re absolutely right and I think one thing Ms. Santana has going for her, is the fact that we’ve never seen her before. I know Kevin Mears is a diligent tape studier and he’ll most assuredly have done his homework, but I’m sure she’s done the same.

RA: The following contest is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From Beverly Hills, California! The California Dream Girrrrl! CARMEN! SANNNNTANAAAA!

The mini X-tron shows a shadowy silhouette against a California sunset. The arena lights go down, a dreamlike fog rains down from the ceiling as the lights come back on with a red tint as Carmen Santana emerges. She invites audience members to “keep dreaming”. She deliberately makes sure to stay out of reach of any common fans as she struts down to the ring. She gets into the ring slowly, about two seconds straddled on the middle rope and leaned forward.

JC: I can see why she calls herself a dream girl!

DR: Put it away, Jacuinde. Thaddeus is already paying out the ass for little Aaron Davis’s medical expenses. I’m sure he doesn’t need a sexual harrassment suit on top of it.

JC: Honestly. I can’t believe he signed off on that.

RA: And her opponent!

RA: From Atlantic City, New Jersey. Weighing 175 pounds! Being accompanied to the ring by Summer Page… This! Is! KEVINNNN MEARRRRRRS!

The opening lyrics of "The World is Spinning" by DMAD begins to play as a strobe lighting effect begins at the entrance. When the song hits its normal tempo with DMAD rapping, that's when Kevin appears in the entrance. Wearing a leather jacket with heart-shaped red glasses and a cane twirling in his hand, he looks behind him before he's joined by Summer Page. She takes his hand before they head towards the ring. Kevin opens the ropes for her, enjoying the view as she bends over to step inside before joining her.

JC: Mears set for action!

DR: For all the talk, this needs to be a statement tonight! He needs to do what he does best and have himself a great outing!

Early on, the fans don’t know who to hate more. The XWF Universe is split among gender lines with women cheering for Mears and men cheering for Carmen. As the match begins, Mears gets the upper hand as he uses his technical prowess to negate Santana’s speed.

Santana would use her educated feet to fight back into the match and send Mears in retreat. Using her considerable speed, she gains the upper hand for a few minutes, even managing a couple of near falls before Mears stops her in her tracks after a miscue.

Mears regains the advantage and this time wouldn’t let it go. He puts her away utilizing both See My Knee and Head Games to seal the victory.

WINNER: Kevin Mears by pinfall in 8:37

JC: Kevin Mears with a victory tonight on Madness!

DR: I don’t know if he made any statements with it, but victory is all that matters.

JC: You gotta wonder, with his night done, will he stick around to watch Summer Page in the main event?

DR: He’s stated repeatedly that he was leaving early so I don’t see that changing.

JC: Carmen Santana will have to regroup after debuting in defeat, but Kevin Mears is tuned up and ready to go moving forward. Fans, stay with us!

Back from break, we go to the back where Brody Goodman is standing by with the new Madness Tag Team Champions, Juliana Mendoza and Emma Couture, Majestuosa Manor. Before Brody can speak, Juliana puts her hand in his face and shakes her head.

Juliana: Nobody cares what you have to say, Brad. You’re just here to be a mic stand for the champions.

Juliana glances down at the belt on her shoulder and smirks.

Juliana: Don’t these belts look so much better on us than they would on any other team?

Brody goes to speak, but Emma looks at him with a death glare and he shuts up.[/i]

Emma: Mic stands don’t answer questions, especially not rhetorical ones. The obvious answer is no. They say that it’s not the title that makes the champion, it’s the champion that makes the title, and that could not be more true than it is with these tag team titles. Imagine if one of those other teams had won the triple threat match.

Juliana: I’m trying but I can’t see it happening. We are the greatest tag team in the history of tag team wrestling. These are our third set of titles Samuel. Every company Majestuosa Manor has graced with its presence, we have taken gold, and do you know why that is?

Brody doesn’t say a word, he just nods enthusiastically.

Emma: Aww, look, it’s learning. We hold all this gold because we are simply the best.

Juliana: It really was only a matter of time until we were the champions that this company doesn’t deserve. We have run through every team on this roster. Just look at what they had to do to find us “challengers” for tonight.

Emma: Honestly, I feel a little bit insulted. Two random guys just tossed together, get a shot at the titles, and the greatest team this company has ever seen?

Juliana: It doesn’t matter if it’s two randoms or an established team. The end result would be the same. Your winners and STILL Madness Tag Team Champions, Majestuosa Manor. We are the best team, and I don’t just mean on this brand or in this company, or even in this country. Majestuosa Manor is the best tag team on the planet.

Emma: Everyone should get used to the sight of seeing us with these titles. There is no doubt that we will go down in history as the greatest champions, with the longest reign ever.

Juliana: In fact, we are so confident in that fact, that if we somehow lose these titles before we establish the longest reign in company history, we will leave the XWF forever.

Brody looks at them with a shocked wide-eyed expression, and even Emma seems a bit surprised by Juliana’s declaration, but she just smirks and gives her title a little polish.

Juliana: So, Gary and Aaron, enjoy your moment in the sun tonight as you become a very important part of history. You two will forever be the answer to the question, Who did Majestuosa Manor defeat in their first title defense of their record-setting run as Madness tag team champions?

Juliana blows a kiss to the camera and finishes with that trademark middle finger before she flips her hair in Steve’s face as they walk off.

”Beautiful” Brody Goodman: As you can see, Majestuosa Manor are set for a big time run as tag team champions here on Madness!

JC: You ok Brody? They didn’t even let you talk.

BBG: It’s fine, Jacuinde. They’re much nicer to look at than to listen to anyway.

JC: In just a few minutes, the tag team champions WILL defend their titles against Eren Hunt and Gabriel Landry. A match that came about after Hunt and Landry eliminated themselves from the title tournament.

DR: Thad was pretty hot at them for ruining an opportunity he gave them, but tonight they have the opportunity to right that wrong.

JC: It remains to be seen though. Majestuosa Manor are champions for a reason so it will not be an easy task to wrestle the good away. Majestuosa Manor defends their titles when we come back!

JC: We’re back here, Maniacs! Madness rolls on with a huge title match!

DR: Majestuosa Manor are so sure of themselves, so confident that they’ll be victorious tonight that if they lose, they will LEAVE the XWF!

JC: That can be taken several ways! In this business, when you make a claim like that, that means you’re prepared to back it up!

RA: The following tag team match is set for one fall! It is for the XWF Tag Team Championships!

RA: Introducing the challengers! With a total combined weight of 422 pounds! ERRREN HUNT! And GABRIELLL LLLLANDRYYY!

JC: Over the course of the last two weeks, these two young men have seemingly put their differences aside in hopes of hopefully capitalizing on the opportunity ahead of them!

DR: Two weeks ago they fought tooth and nail all the way to the street outside! Now they’re buddy buddy?

JC: You know as well as I do Damon, that sometimes that competitive fire can get the better of you. Perhaps that’s what happened two weeks ago here on Madness!

RA: Their opponents!

RA: They are the reigning XWF Tag Team Champions… Emma Couture… Juliana Mendoza… MAJESTUOSAAAA MAAAANORRRR!

JC: No doubt, the Manor, not endearing themselves to this crowd here in New York City!

DR: They have designs on being the greatest tag team in wrestling history, Jacuinde. Being the best doesn’t afford you a lot of fans. It started four weeks ago when they won the titles, and now they’re tasked with their first defense!

JC: Rome wasn’t built in a day, so their quest for greatness takes their next step right here tonight!

The match begins with a slow feeling out process from both teams. Each time one of them hits a move, the other side returns fire resulting in a stalemate. With Hunt and Landry being a brand new tag team, their backs are against the wall as Majestuosa Manor has been teaming for years. That experience shows in the early going as the Manor successfully use some underhanded tag team tactics to keep the fresh woman in at all times and effectively cutting Hunt off from the fresher Gabriel Landry.

The Manor controls things early as they make blind tags and distract the official long enough for him to miss tags from the other side which effectively isolates Eren Hunt in the ring. The Manor manages two or three near falls before the tide turns. After a counter power slam, Hunt is finally able to tag out to Landry.

Entering the match for the first time, Landry is a man on fire as he takes it to both tag champions. He hits a few nice moves on Emma and manages a near fall or two. During a maneuver, Emma blind tags Juliana into the match and after Landry hits his move, Juliana attacks him from behind turning the match back into their favor.

With the Manor back in control, they begin to establish why they’re the tag team champions. Isolating Landry from Hunt this time, the defending champions resume their quick tags and underhanded tactics to keep Landry off balance and out of the match.

Several minutes later, Juliana mistimes a kick. Landry ducked and Juliana hit Emma by mistake. Emma drops hard to the floor and the referee quickly runs to check on her. Amid the distraction, Juliana hops to the outside and retrieves a tag belt before sliding back in. Landry meanwhile, makes the hot tag to Eren Hunt. He shoots across the ring and eats a shot to the skull with the tag belt.

Mendoza celebrates by holding the tag title high, but Landry leaps from the top rope and drives her to the mat with a Hurricanrana driver. Landry tosses the belt out of the ring and pulls Hunt on top of her just as the referee slides back into the ring and counts the three.

WINNERS: and NEW XWF Tag Team Champions Hunt & Landry
By pinfall in 13:53

JC: I am in shock!

DR: So am I! Hunt and Landry seized the opportunity and will leave Madness as the NEW tag team champions!

JC: Majestuosa Manor is beside themselves!

Hunt and Landry celebrate their title win together as they make their way toward the back. In the ring, Majestuosa Manor sits on the mat in utter shock that they just boasted about being great champions only to lose them minutes later. The crowd, naturally, breaks into song.

XWF Universe: NA NA NA NA! NA NA NA NA! HEY HEY HEY! GOOOOD BYYYYE!

Madness fades to commercial.

JC: Back here on Madness, Maniacs. Moments ago, Majestuosa Manor grabbed their bags from their locker room, and did in fact, exit the building.

DR: It remains to be seen whether or not we’ve really seen the last of them. But either way, the Manor has some regrouping to do.

On the X-Tron:

JC: As you can see, this year Relentless Inferno takes place over three nights!

DR: It’s the biggest show in all of wrestling and Madness will be well represented!

JC: On night one, September 22nd, as it stands right now, Myra Rivers is set to defend her World Heavyweight Title against the winner of this tournament in the main event!

DR: I’m told that Thaddeus Duke has an interesting match concept for that night one main event!

JC: Really? Is this like a Brody Goodman hotline tip? Who’d you hear that from?

DR: Thaddeus Duke.

JC: …

DR: Figured that’d shut you up.

The camera goes backstage and focuses on X-Division champion Jacki O’Lantern. She has the title draped over her shoulders.

JC: X-Division champion Jacki O’Lantern! We haven’t seen her in several weeks but it looks like she’s headed this way!

DR: Look out!

From behind, a woman attacks Jacki with a steel chair. Jacki falls and the X-Division title falls to the floor in front of her. Security immediately rushes the scene.

JC: That’s Hayley Fien!

DR: She’s an established veteran! She’s been a mainstay in 5 Boroughs Wrestling, as well as a multiple time champion!

Hayley Fien fights through XWF security, unafraid of hitting any of them as she frees herself. With the chair in hand, she continues to assault Jacki O’Lantern. With Jacki unconscious on the floor, Hayley retrieves the X-Division title and walks off with it.

JC: She’s been fight champion! She’s been SPLAT’s MultiUniversal Champion! She’s been Uprising’s Silver State Champion!

DR: And now, Hayley Fien has her eyes set on Jacki O’Lantern and her X-Division championship!

Madness fades to commercial.

JC: We’re back here on Madness and I do wanna update everyone on the condition of Jacki O’Lantern. She is conscious and talking to medical personnel, but Hayley Fien is nowhere to be found.

DR: I have it on good authority that Fien is, in fact, under contract to the Madness brand so sooner or later, we’ll have some sort of explanation as to why this has happened.

JC: But right now, it’s time for the first of two tournament semi-final matches!

RA: Ladies and gentlemen the following tournament semi-final match is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From Barcelona being accompanied to the ring by Cyrus Braddock! MARISOLLL VILLLLLAROOOOO!

Shake it off by Taylor Swift plays over the public address system as the fans boo loudly, knowing that the creator of the Vilaro System is about to make her way out. From the back, first, come out a couple of people with Vilaro Fitness t-shirts. However, they stand aside, and soon in a burst of energy, is none other than the Marvelous One herself, Marisol Vilaro. She comes out and begins to pose, soaking in the reaction and showing off her physique. As the two muscular Vilaro students stand on either side of her, preventing the fans from touching her, Marisol takes the time to taunt the crowd. Showing some Vilaro Fitness products and how they can help the fans improve.

Of course, this only gets her more heat, as she soon motions for them to lift her up to the apron, which they do, each one putting a hand under her arm and lifting. In the ring there is a full-length mirror placed in the center of the ring. As Marisol enters the ring under the bottom rope, she eyes the mirror heading toward it. A lone spotlight now shone around her and the mirror.

The creator of the Vilaro System then takes the time to pose; each pose showing off her amazing physique and the condition she keeps herself in. Despite the loud boos, she stays focused on her posing and showing off for the mirror in front of her. After some more posing, she heads to her corner, having one of her students enter the ring and move the mirror closer to her so she can wait for her opponent while waiting for her opponent.

JC: She’s made it all the way to the semi-finals, Damon!

DR: Like her, love her, or hate her Jacuinde. She is a spark plug.

JC: For all the wrong reasons!

RA: Her opponent!

RA: From Scotland! Weighing 215 pounds! SEAN PARRRKERRR!

“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity starts to play throughout the arena. As the song plays its slow, building intro, Sean Parker appears on the stage in a hooded waistcoat. He goes down on one knee, his head low as sparks fill the stage area. When the song explodes into life, Sean leaps to his feet, his arms outstretched and his hood falls back behind him. Sean walks confidently to the ring, running as he gets ringside and slides effortlessly under the bottom rope. He takes off his waistcoat, tossing it into the crowd before he climbs up one of the turnbuckles and fist pumps before doing a backflip back down as his music fades out.

JC: These two have had incredible journey’s the last several weeks, Damon!

DR: Sean Parker debuted alongside my son in law and two weeks ago, was victorious in the main event against Walker Hill and Chris Mosh to get to this point.

JC: By contrast, Marisol Vilaro has had a pretty easy road. The night she debuted Cyrus Braddock, he absolutely annihilated Johnny Miami so she could pick up the win. Then two weeks ago, she used every trick in the book and once again used Cyrus Braddock to aid her in overcoming that monster Grimgor Ironhide!

DR: To some people, the destination is greater than the journey!

The match begins in typical Vilaro fashion as Cyrus Braddock attempts to aid her any time the referee has his back to him. Sean Parker is a smarter foe than either Ironhide or Miami though so Cy certainly has his work cut out for him.

Parker wisely tries to stay near the center of the ring instead of anywhere within Cy’s considerable reach. It works initially as Parker takes control at the outset. After a few highlight reel type of exchanges, Parker is seemingly poised to advance to the finals, but Cy trips him up when Mari feigns an injury.

Mari quickly recovers and takes it to Parker. She shows a lot of grit and determination despite the fact that she has likely never won a match cleanly in her entire career. Vilaro does well to keep Parker grounded as she has clearly been doing some ring training in mat technique. This of course, keeps Parker down for several minutes.

Soon though, she gets brave and leaps off the middle rope only to eat a boot from Parker that grounds her immediately. As Parker recovers, Cy tries and fails several times to interfere on Mari’s behalf but Parker stays just out of reach.

Later in the match, Marisol has regained control of the match. At one point, the referee is knocked to the mat. While he’s not out cold, it did buy Vilaro and Cy a window to perform some dirty deeds. With Cy on the apron, Marisol has Parker scouted well and ducks a Blade of Miquella. Unfortunately for her, that kick wasn’t targeted for her, but for Cyrus Braddock the whole time.

Braddock is knocked to the floor and semi-conscious. Meanwhile, Marisol tries to roll up Parker for the win and even uses the ropes for added leverage, but he kicks out anyway. As the two got back to their feet, a Vilaro attempt is blocked and Parker hits her with the Blade of Miquella too.

Big Cy Braddock remains on the floor shaking cobwebs as Parker picks up the victory to advance to the finals.

WINNER: Sean Parker by pinfall in 11:21

JC: Sean Parker came in to tonight wary of Cyrus Braddock!

DR: As well he should’ve been!

Parker celebrates his victory as Cy comes to. He reaches in and grabs Marisol by her hand and pulls her from the ring with ease. He slings her over his shoulder and carries her to the back.

JC: Despite their best efforts to the contrary, Sean Parker was able to overcome the stacked deck against him!

DR: He punches his ticket to the finals in two weeks!

JC: Madness returns, stay with us!

It's been bad for Elijah as he was losing everything he was known for. He has never felt so humiliated that it pretty much changed everything. What he did to the referee two weeks ago wasn't excusable, and he knows that. Elijah has lost a lot but losing to the member of the Bing Bong Twinzz has set a series of emotions for him.

Knowing that he has changed his ways shows that he's not the same man. His attitude, his look, his moves, and more will change. But it all starts with cutting a promo, and he plans on doing it for Madness that's taking place in New York City, New York.

The scene comes up in the dark, with the left side having a bit of light. Just then there all you see is a face with the left side showing. The figure has jet-black hair and wears black eyeliner around his eyes. The mystery person starts to speak to the camera.

“A series of emotions will run through a person who lost everything. You have to erase the old and begin anew. Everything that was in the past is dead. Everyone is now the enemy, and I don't care who knows it.”

He closed his eyes, and a series of images shows the past of this person and the loss he has taken. It finally ends as he opens his eyes once again.

“I stand for people, but you all betrayed me. Do you want to know how that feels? Hmmm? I stood alone when I could've used the support. All my so-called friends didn't even come to me and give me support. But you want to know what? That's fine. I DON'T NEED ANYONE BUT ME!”

He shakes his head, trying to understand everything that's been happening.

“But you want to know something? I'm going to cause the same pain that people caused me. If I have to hurt, so will everyone. I don't care who it is. Lexi Gold, Bing Bong Twinz, Myra Rivers, Summer Page, Chris Mosh, or anyone else. I'm going to hurt anyone that dares step in the ring with me. If you think you're a queen or king, I will be there to FUCKING RIP YOU APART! I will not bow, I will not plead, I will never stop until I get what I deserve. What you guys thought about me before will be nothing compared to what I have coming. This brand is living on life support, as are the champions here. Everyone that I step in the ring with, I will pull the plug and finally end those that betrayed me.”

The scene fades to black and static before Madness fades to commercial.

JC: Back here on Monday Night Madness and Damon, what was that we just saw before the break!?

DR: That’s a man that feels betrayed. It’s a man that has hit rock bottom.

JC: He’s fired a shot across the bow of Madness tonight but now, we’re headed back to the ring.

Madness returned with all four competitors having already made their entrances. Hemingway starts off the match with Mosh. The two go at it tooth and nail for a few minutes until Hemingway gets taken down hard. Mosh looks pleased and tags out to U.S. Champion Lexi Gold. Gold enters and Drake tags out to Grimgor Ironhide.

Mosh tries to be the valiant man and tag himself back in but Lexi steps out of his reach, unafraid of the monster orc. Lexi uses her speed early to keep Ironhide off balance, but it only works for so long before Grimgor takes control with his immense power.

After a couple of pin attempts and repeated saves from Mosh, Grimgor gets angry and throws Lexi Gold into her corner where Mosh tags himself in. Meanwhile in the other corner, Hemingway urges Grimgor to tag him in but Ironhide ignores him entirely.

Mosh enters with reckless abandon as he hits Grimgor with everything he can come up with to rock the beast and finally send him to the mat. Mosh hits high impact move after high impact move followed by multiple pin attempts only for Grimgor to keep kicking out. A little later, Grimgor counters a Mosh maneuver slamming him to the mat. Grimgor covers with a near fall but Lexi Gold makes the save.

Grimgor gets to his feet. Hemingway reaches for a tag but Grimgor shuts him down. Fed up, Hemingway enters the ring and delivers Mark of the Beast to his tag team partner before exiting the ring and walking to the back leaving Mosh and Lexi Gold shocked. Mosh makes the cover for the three count.

WINNERS: Lexi Gold & Chris Mosh by pinfall in 7:48

JC: Mosh and Gold pick up the victory tonight on Madness!

DR: Grimgor Ironhide played with fire and got burned!

JC: Drake Hemingway wanted and wanted the tag in, but Grimgor wouldn’t play ball!

DR: Sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands and sooner or later, I think Ironhide and Drake Hemingway are gonna square up!

JC: Chris Mosh continues to be the number one contender to Lexi Gold’s United States title, but the duo is successful in their tag team pairing tonight! Madness rolls on, after this!

Myra Rivers is backstage with her championship just before her title defense against Johnny Miami. She’s finding herself in a bit of a good mood after she told off Keiran King earlier but she’s definitely got more to say and she’s not shying away at all.

Myra Rivers: That felt GOOD, I am not going to lie. Keiran King wasn’t going to get away with what he was doing and what he was saying. I’ve had my detractors over my career and many of them have said some stupid things but I will say this about Keiran. There was ONE thing he was right about and that’s this whole ‘talking about the past’ thing. Sure, I have probably harped on people that aren’t in this company anymore for too long. Perhaps I’ve talked too much about companies that I’ve been in, in the past. I’m not perfect nor did I ever claim that I was, but hey, doesn’t that make Keiran King a hypocrite? He’s going off on me about talking about the past but he’s hanging on to the past with his ‘5000 day reign’ or whatever the hell he’s saying.

Hypocrisy thy name is Keiran King!

But that’s enough about him. I’ve given the son of a bitch enough of my airtime tonight. I’ve got THE title to defend and don’t get me wrong, I’m always up for defending my championship.

But Johnny Miami?

Really?

Myra pauses as she rolls her eyes.

Myra Rivers: Now look… I get his name. I get that he’s from Miami. Hell,I’m Miami born and raised. That’s my home. 305 South Beach until the day I die, you know? But what in god’s name has Johnny Miami done to even earn a title shot around here? I have to say I am disappointed because this is precisely what was an issue with the “old era” of this brand if you know what I mean. But let me tell it to you straight Johnny. You need to drop the Miami from your name because as someone that’s FROM there, you are a disgrace to my hometown. Two Madnesses ago, you faced Marisol Vilaro and you lost with ease.

No seriously… MARISOL VILARO?

I mean losing to her is one thing, but losing THAT BADLY to her? Holy hell! Yet, for whatever reason, you were still in the Madness tournament to determine the number one contender to my championship. Two weeks ago, you faced off against Summer Page and… yeah… that didn’t go well for you either. To be honest with you Johnny, you should go to your local courts and change your middle name to “Come” and your last name to “Lately” because at the end of the day, that’s what perfectly describes you. Cheesy puns aside, if I’ve got to beat you to make you an example out of you, then I guess that is what I am going to have to do. I look at those that are still in this tournament and I know I am going to get a challenge no matter who I face, but with you?

Lesser champions than me would take defending this championship against you as a slap in the face but I’m not going to do that. I am going to do what I have always done and that’s defend this championship, prove why I am the true face of this brand, and continue to push forward to pull Madness from the gutter and make it shine the way it deserves to shine. For over 15 and a half years, I’ve represented Miami proudly and when I defeat you and once again retain my title? That’s what I am going to do again.

This is where I prove what a real champion is. This is where I prove that I’m at the level the likes of Keiran King currently aren’t at. I’m no pretender to the throne the way a certain someone with his ‘title defense’ earlier tried to be. I’ve proven that good, bad or in the middle, when it comes to this show, Myra Rivers means it… that other guy doesn’t and defending against you? Sure, maybe it’s not my ideal title defense, but at least you’re not some random kid coming out to “BINGO”..

Myra pauses as she rolls her eyes in disgust of King’s stunt from earlier tonight.

Myra Rivers: I’m not here to make a joke out of this championship, that’s for damn sure and Johnny? The only VICE you’re going to be regretting is EVER claiming Miami as your town…

Myra leaves the room at this point hearing cheers from the audience as the scene fades out.

JC: Back here on Madness and moments ago Damon, we heard some pointed words from Myra Rivers.

DR: Listen, sometimes in this business, booking dictates a tune up, even as champion, against obviously lesser competition. We don’t bitch about it. We buckle up and just do it because we’re the champion. We don’t worry about who deserves this or that, we just see a name, and put them down because WE… are the champion.

JC: I think you missed the point but either way, Johnny Miami is in the ring awaiting the champion.

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Miami, Florida! She is the World! Heavyweight! Champion! MMMMMYRAAAA RRRIVERRRRS!

[white]JC: Listen to these fans, Damon!

DR: There’s no doubt they love her, Jacuinde. But they also love the Mets so their taste is questionable at best.

JC: Myra Rivers, world heavyweight champion, set to defend here tonight on Madness!

The match begins before the bell as Johnny Miami attacks Rivers. He hits her with everything he’s got for as long as he can. Granted it doesn’t take very long for Rivers to recover and turn the tide.

Once she does, it’s all downhill from there for Johnny Miami in this showcase matchup as Rivers turns on the jets and keeps Miami grounded. In just a few minutes, Rivers hits both the Vixen Kick and the Spirit Breaker to put Miani down permanently for a relatively easy three count.

WINNER: and STILL World Heavyweight Champion
Myra River by pinfall in 4:31

JC: As expected, Myra Rivers dispatches the latest challenger to her reign!

DR: It’s clear to me, that she’s ready for stronger competition…

JC: That’s what she meant earlier!

DR: Well… she’s about to get it.

Myra is handed the World Championship and celebrates for the crowd, who show their love back.

Suddenly the mood of the crowd shifts drastically, but before Myra can pick up on why, she is blasted from behind by something.

DR: It's Kieran King!

JC: He's just driven his own 'World Championship' into the back of Myra's skull!

Myra clutches at her head as she tries to bring herself back to her feet. Gingerly she gets one foot underneath her, then the other, until… BAM!

King takes her out with a shot from his 'championship' again!

Myra crumples into a heap.

Like a rabid animal, King bolts to the outside and grabs a microphone before springing back into the ring and standing over the fallen champion.

King: “Yeah, that’s REAL impressive."

He mocks her with the same line she used on him earlier.

King: "Johnny Miami! What a worthy competitor! I'm sure everyone here is so proud of you. Well hey, you forgot something in that little diatribe of yours earlier. That line about doing research? That came from you, Myra. You asked me to do it, and so I done did it again. Know what I found out? In the words of the modern day poet Curtis Jackson, you 'shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house, and if you got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth.' You think I'm not the guy? This house of cards of yours is about to crumble, Myra. Because there's only one title on the line at Relentless. Which means there can be only one world champion.

Here's what my new research found: Next week, YA BOY is taking home TWO World Championships! Thaddeus Duke has already signed off. It is my absolutely PLEASURE to announce that it will be Myra Rivers versus Kieran King. WINNER TAKES ALL.

What a way for me to bring up 5,000 days!

See ya then, 'champ'."

He lets the microphone fall next to Myra and leaves the ring.

JC: A massive statement made!

DR: Alongside a massive main event!

JC: Next Madness has all the makings of stellar show with Kieran King and Myra Rivers competing for the World title and Damon, its for all the marbles!

DR: It really is and not only is it for the World title as you mentioned, but the winner? That winner goes on to main event night one of Relentless on Friday, September 22nd!

JC: That’s in two weeks, but we’re still not done tonight! Coming up in moments, Summer Page takes on Penelope with the winner advancing to the finals of this number one contender tournament! Stay with us!

Back from break, “Beautiful” Brody Goodman stands in the center of the ring.

BBG: New York City!

The Manhattan Center pops loudly.

BBG: Welcome back here on Monday Night Madness! My guest at this time, is the General Manager of Madness! Thaddeus Duke!

The crowd roars with approval.

JC: Here he comes!

DR: It’s always interesting to me, seeing him work.

JC: Why?

DR: Well when I met him, I couldn’t stand him. But I’m an observant kind of man and… well, the kids got what most wish they had and it’s always a good time!

Dressed in jeans and a Kieran King t-shirt, Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage with Lexi Gold’s United States title slung over his shoulder. As he makes his way down the aisle, he slaps hands with some kids at ringside before entering the ring while his theme fades out.

BBG: Thaddeus Duke!

Brody tries to interrupt the reaction, but has to wait several more seconds for them to quiet.

BBG: Thaddeus Duke, what are you doing with that!?

Brody points to the United States title, resting on his shoulder.

Hold this, he says as he places the title on Goodmans shoulder. I’ll get to that in a minute, but I have some other things to discuss. What Kieran King said a few minutes ago was accurate. As of about a half hour ago I greenlit and sanctioned a world title match for next Madness. We’re going to unify the world titles on September 11, but I regret to inform you all, that that match will not be taking place at the Manhattan Center.

New York City boos this revelation.

See, we’ve turned the corner here on Madness. We’re out of the red and into the black and I’m not one to lift off the throttle. Nah, we’re holding the pedal to the floor and in two weeks on 9/11, we’re gonna try our hand at selling out the Mecca of professional wrestling.

Madison Square Garden.

The fans pop loudly.

JC: MSG!?

DR: What that kid has done for this show over the last couple months is nothing short of an amazing turn around!

JC: This roster deserves it!

While we don’t yet know who the participants will be, I’m here tonight to tell you exactly what the champion and challenger will be up against at Relentless.

BBG: Mr. Duke! Mr. Duke! Are you insinuating that it won’t be a standard one on one match up?

Brody, that’s exactly what I’m saying, he pauses. No one in this business does pay per view quite like the Xtreme Wrestling Federation and on night one in the main event, Madness will set the bar.

What we’ve created is a match called a Phlegethon Pyre match!

The marks cheer but they have no idea why.

Excuse me but… what the hell is a Phlegethon Pyre match?

I’m glad you asked, Brody. You’ve seen casket matches?

Brody nods.

You’ve seen inferno matches?

Again, Brody nods.

Well, what we’ve come up with is putting a casket on top of a burning pyre and whether its King or Rivers, whether it's Penelope, Summer Page or Sean Parker, in order to win, they’re gonna have to scale the burning pyre and close their opponent inside a stone casket.

BBG: That um… that sounds xtreme!

It is, and it should be. Main eventing Relentless is a huge honor and Madness will deliver, he pauses. That brings me to this title, he pauses again as he places his hand on the United States title.

I regret to announce that just a few minutes ago, Lexi Gold has resigned from the XWF and immediately vacated her championship.

Thad lays out for a minute as the crowd gives out some exasperated sighs of disappointment.

I respect her decision and she knows the door is open to come back any time she wants, but it does present us with a problem. We have a number one contender in Chris Mosh, but we don’t have a champion so in two weeks, we’re holding a battle royal. The winner of that battle royal will go on to Relentless night two to face Chris Mosh for the vacant United States championship!

The crowd cheers as Thad’s music plays. He takes the U.S. title from Brody as he makes his way to the back.

BBG: You heard it straight from the horse's mouth! MSG! The World titles! A battle royal! So much breaking news delivered here tonight by the General Manager!

With that said… if you call my hotline NOW I have even more tips for you. Call 1-900-999-999 now and find out why Lexi Gold left the XWF!? Has Thaddeus Duke decided that he’d rather run with Kieran King as his world champion!? And in a bombshell, I have sources that have given me information that Summer Page is lying to everyone and it was she who orchestrated the attack on herself several months ago!

JC: I’m not even gonna argue with him, let’s go to break!

BBG: For just 9.99 a minute you too can…

JC: We’re back here on Monday Night Madness and…

DR: You know that was really rude cutting Brody off like that. The mans just trying to make a living. He’s raising a son…

JC: His son is currently living in the Duke’s guesthouse!

DR: Irrelevant.

JC: …siiiiiigh… Let’s go to the ring.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this main event tournament semi-final is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From…

XWF Universe: NEW! YORK! CITY!

RA: Being accompanied to the ring by Enigma! Spoiled! SUMMERRRR PAAAAGE!

JC: Summer Page! On her way out here tonight and she finds herself on the cusp of making the finals!

DR: And she has no easy task to be sure! Penelope is a phenomenal talent and she’s shown that everywhere she’s been!

RA: Her opponent!

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

RA: Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is...Penelope!

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked step on the floor before at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl.

JC: Penelope, one of the great young talents brought in by the General Manager!

DR: He has an eye for talent. Look at those he’s brought in since he took over, Jacuinde! Earlier tonight Eren Hunt and Gabriel Landry, both Thad Duke guys, shocked the world to become the new tag team champions. Sean Parker who has already punched his ticket to the finals. Hayley Fien who assaulted and stole Jacki O’Lantern’s X-Division title earlier tonight.

And now, Penelope who right now has a chance to punch her own ticket to the finals!

Drake Hemingway is shown backstage watching the match on a monitor.

JC: Even Drake Hemingway! Another great young talent!

DR: Penelope has a strong adversary tonight though. Summer Page is primed for big things!

The match begins with Summer and Penny feeling each other out as Hemingway watches from backstage and Enigma watches from ringside. The first few minutes sees the women exchange several chain wrestling maneuvers and counters that eventually end in a stalemate.

Summer Page takes the upper hand from that point as she uses her excellent conditioning and ruthlessness to keep Penelope on lock down. Page continues her assault with vicious knees and a variety of different suplexes managing a couple of near falls.

Penelope would turn the tide later after countering a whip to the ropes into a ring shaking DDT for a quick near fall. In control, Penny kept up the assault on Page with a variety of suplexes and other high impact maneuvers resulting in several more near falls.

Page would stop Penelope’s considerable momentum after countering her Fade to Black into a northern lights suplex for a two count. The two would continue to exchange near misses on finishers and trademarks until Page hits the Spoiled Rotten backstabber from seemingly out of nowhere…

JC: Two count only as Penelope kicks out!

DR: But here comes Marisol Vilaro and Cyrus Braddock!

JC: But why!?

Cy makes his way toward Enigma. The two begin to converse as on the other side of the ring, Marisol grabs Summer Page’s attention and starts pointing to the back.

JC: …is she…?

DR: Yeah! She’s saying she found out something about that attack!

Summer Page voluntarily leaves the ring leaving Penelope dazed on the mat. Page follows Marisol up the aisle as the referee starts a ten count. With Cy having Enigma engaged in conversation, Enigma doesn’t realize Summer has left the ring.

Page follows Vilaro through the Gorilla position and into the back hallways as the referee’s count reaches ten!

WINNER: Penelope by countout in 13:41

Backstage, Vilaro and Page rush around a corner and are immediately attacked by a pair of individuals dressed in SWAT gear!

JC: Oh my god!

DR: Who the hell are they!?

JC: Neither Vilaro nor Page saw this coming as they walked right into an ambush!

Only now realizing what has happened, Cy and Enigma hightail it from ringside toward the back. Vilaro has her head bumped on the concrete block wall and lays seemingly unconscious on the floor as the two disguised as SWAT team double team Summer Page and eventually put her through a catering table.

Cy and Enigma round the corner and the SWAT team runs off to make their escape!

JC: I have no idea what we just saw, Damon!

DR: One thing is certain, Penelope advances to the finals to face Sean Parker in two weeks!

JC: I have doubted Marisol Vilaro this whole time! I have thought to myself several times that she’s somehow involved in the attack on Summer Page but Damon, I think it’s obvious that that’s just not the case any longer.

DR: I really wasn’t sure who it was and from my point of view, I felt Marisol had been genuine in her support of Page this whole time!

JC: Madness fans, we are out of time! Join is again two weeks as Madness leaves the confines of the Manhattan Center for the Mecca of wrestling, Madison Square Garden!

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“Life is a circle. No matter what beast you make of yourself or how bright one side is, inevitably, the dark side comes again. But the beauty of the circle is… round we go.”

“I will build my empire next to the sea, so I can laugh from my throne as my enemies drown.”
-”Bray Wyatt” Windham Rotunda

REAL World Heavyweight Championship
Kieran King vs. "New York's Finest Athlete" Aaron Davis

WINNER: and STILL “Real Worlds’ Champion” Kieran King
By pinfall in 1:57

...Earlier Tonight…

WINNERS: Enigma & Cyrus Braddock by pinfall in 7:48

WINNER: Kevin Mears by pinfall in 8:37

WINNERS: and NEW XWF Tag Team Champions Hunt & Landry
By pinfall in 13:53

WINNER: Sean Parker by pinfall in 11:21

WINNERS: Lexi Gold & Chris Mosh by pinfall in 7:48

WINNER: and STILL World Heavyweight Champion
Myra River by pinfall in 4:31

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

RA: Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is...Penelope!

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked step on the floor before at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl.

JC: Penelope, one of the great young talents brought in by the General Manager!

DR: He has an eye for talent. Look at those he’s brought in since he took over, Jacuinde! Earlier tonight Eren Hunt and Gabriel Landry, both Thad Duke guys, shocked the world to become the new tag team champions. Sean Parker who has already punched his ticket to the finals. Hayley Fien who assaulted and stole Jacki O’Lantern’s X-Division title earlier tonight.

And now, Penelope who right now has a chance to punch her own ticket to the finals!

Drake Hemingway is shown backstage watching the match on a monitor.

JC: Even Drake Hemingway! Another great young talent!

DR: Penelope has a strong adversary tonight though. Summer Page is primed for big things!

WINNER: Penelope by countout in 13:41

]]> <![CDATA[MADNESS: August 14, 2023]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=46719 Mon, 14 Aug 2023 21:15:54 -0700 Thaddeus Duke]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=46719

The Manhattan Center is alive with the Sound of Madness and a basic pyro display inside the small venue. Cameras pan the small but faithful XWF crowd. They’re amped and in a great mood as we’re greeted with the voice of Madness, Jacuinde.

JC: Welcome everyone, to the Manhattan Center!

The pyro display gets louder and brighter.

JC: Welcome to New York City!

Pyro shoots from the entrance way like rockets, exploding over the ring.

JC: This! Is! Madness!

The cameras settle on Jacuinde at ringside without a colleague next to him.

JC: We are just two weeks removed from the start of a new era! Tonight, promises to be just as good a night and broadcast partner or not, I am proud to bring it to you!

JC: And it looks like we’re not wasting any time as we’re set to be joined by General Manager, Thaddeus Duke!

Thad, wearing casual jeans and a Myra Rivers t-shirt, enters with a roaring response from his hometown brethren. He slaps fives on his way to the ring.

JC: I had heard that we might get a sort of State of Madness address from the new boss, so maybe that’s what we’re about to hear!

Duke’s theme fades out. He goes to speak, but lets the crowd quiet first.

It’s week two… he begins as the crowd pops. I’ll admit I was nervous about this new era. See? No one puts more pressure on me to do well than I do and I just kinda wanted to come out here and discuss the state of Monday Night Madness.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. I wasn’t sure how this roster would receive me. I mean, I’ve been many places and I’m not always well received. I’m very good at what I do whether it’s in this ring or behind that curtain and there are those that are envious… jealous even… of that fact.

The new era has been an overwhelming success and that has very little to do with me, he pauses as he lets the crowd do their thing.

Sure, I moved around the pieces, I drew a map and developed a plan to right this ship, but it was the men and women in the back. It was all of you that are turning this thing around.

I remember when I told Theo we’d make our home here at the Manhattan Center… he pauses again for the cheap pop. He laughed and thought I was kidding. The point he didn’t understand, or maybe he did and he just wanted to hear my logic, was that we… Madness… as a brand needed to regain your trust.

You have rewarded us. Not only are you packing this place to the rafters, but the merch is flying off the tables. The ratings? Hell, we had a 25% increase on the first night of the new regime over the last of the old… but here’s the thing.

I’ve been a part of this business a long time now and I was born into it. I know how you think. I know that excitement when something is new and fresh and I know that excitement wanes quickly.

The GM looks directly into the hard cam.

Thing is… you tuned in on Monday night. You saw Myra Rivers, you saw me, you saw Serenity Holmes present the new World title to Myra… and you didn’t change the channel. You stayed with your eyes locked for two hours and I… we… can’t thank you enough.

He pauses as he starts to pace the ring.

So I guess that means that you liked what you saw. I guess that means we did it right. I guess that means we gotta keep working hard to keep you invested in what it is we’re trying to do here in the XWF on Monday nights.

Thad paces for a few more moments before stopping and looking at Jacuinde at ringside.

Jacuinde, you’re a great voice for this brand, he says to the play by play man.

JC: Thank you.

But you’re gonna need a new tag team partner. I don’t expect you to do this all on your own so Jacuinde… ladies, gentlemen, kids of appropriate ages and certainly not least, all you gentlethems out there… allow me to announce to you, Jacuinde’s new full time tag team partner here on Madness.

Please join me in welcoming the 23 time heavyweight champion of the world!... annnnd in a weird convoluted sorta way, he’s also my father in law…

DAMON! HAVOK! RIGGS!

The Manhattan Center comes alive with roarous approval as Damon Riggs enters from behind the curtain. Thad exits the ring and walks up the aisle. The two men exchange a five and brohug before Thad makes his exit.

JC: Damon Riggs! He’s here on Madness!

Riggs makes his way down the short aisle, slapping hands with a few fans along the way as he takes his place beside Jacuinde.

JC: Mr. Riggs! Welcome to Monday Night Madness!

DR: I can assure you Jacuinde, the pleasure belongs to all of you.

JC: …Well uhhhhh

DR: Relax, I’m kidding. No Jacuinde, it’s great to be here to call the action with you. I’m excited for this new chapter as we all are, and Jacuinde… here’s to a great new partnership.

The two men shake hands for a moment.

JC: Well folks, Madness returns after we pay some bills but stay with us as the tournament to crown a number one contender to Myra Rivers world heavyweight title gets under way.

JC: Back here on Madness and Brody Goodman is standing by and about to get word from one of our competitors tonight. Brody?

Jacuinde, Madness fans, my guest at this time was victorious two weeks ago on this program in his debut. Tonight, he’ll go one on one with a shot at advancing in the tournament. Ladies and gentlemen, Gabriel Landry.

Gabriel Landry’s presence graces our TV screen. He’s wearing a gray zip up jacket with his last name stitched in blue in the upper left hand corner. The XWF logo is the only thing in the background. He has a very determined expression written across his face.

Gabriel Landry: “It would be easy for a young man in my position to not put the weight of the world on his shoulders. I’m twenty one years old. I have my future ahead of me. Barring any major injuries, I have the next fifteen, twenty years ahead of me in theory? So I should go out there, throw caution to the wind, and have a little fun. Don’t worry about losing to a man who has been doing this a lot longer than I have...”

He takes a moment to pause, shaking his head he continues.

Gabriel Landry: “... but that’s what anyone in my position should be thinking. For those who don’t know me, my name is Gabriel Landry. Fans from the other company I used to work for know I put through the ringer in The Academy. Training ground for new upcoming wrestlers. National TV exposure. My career almost came to an end cause some jealous twit decided to sabotage the gym equipment, that incident kept me out of action for weeks, lets say I learned early on that I know what it’s like to not know whether tomorrow is going to come. I can’t afford to go if I lose tonight to Eren Hunt with the mindset that the sun will rise tomorrow. Who knows if this will be my only opportunity to potentially challenge for a World Championship. I march into my match in a matter of moments with a heightened sense of urgency. I’m not the best dresser or have killer dance moves. For tonight I need to be the better wrestler.”

“Eren, good luck; all that work you spent rising from the bingo halls to arrive at this moment... your journey is taking a detour. I’m in this to win it. See you out there.”

Gabriel shots the camera a jovial wink and walks out of the shot.

This one should be a good one, folks! You won’t want to miss it.

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Damon, I think it’s time to get this party started. What say you?

DR: The World Heavyweight Championship is among the biggest prizes in our sport. Whoever holds it has a target on their back. Those that don’t, certainly want it.

JC: Six first round matches tonight means six winners will advance. Six men and women will have the opportunity tonight, to advance to the semi-finals and the winner?

DR: The winner goes on to main event night one of Relentless and earns the right to challenge Myra Rivers for her World title!

RA: The following first round match up is set for one fall! Introducing first!

RA: From Cincinnati, Ohio… weighing 2 hundred 5 pounds… GABRIELLL LLLLLANDRYYYY!

Walking On A Dream by Empire Of The Sun plays. Gabriel Landry walks out. He stands by the entrance way soaking in the atmosphere. He bolts down to the ring with a sense of enthusiasm. Sliding under the bottom rope, once inside the ring he kips up. He ascends to the second turnbuckle to play to the crowd. He does a backflip. Walks to the middle of the ring. He continues to get the crowd hype with his exuberance.

JC: Fresh off a debut victory on the last show, Mr. Landry faces a stiff test here tonight!

DR: Thing about pro wrestling, is if you’re not looking for a real challenge, then you’re in the wrong business.

RA: And his opponent. From San Bernardino, California weighing 2 hundred 17 pounds… EREEENNNN HUUUUUNT!

As "THRIFT SHOP" begins to play, Eren walks out of gorilla wearing his oversized fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving as many fans as he can before getting to ring side. He climbs the stairs in the corner, getting into the ring before going to each side of the ring, pumping up the crowd before making his way to his corner, removing his entrance gear and preparing for the match.

DR: Eren Hunt is one of the better young strikers in the game, Jacuinde! He and Landry have a clash of styles so this should be an interesting match!

JC: Eren Hunt is also fresh off a debut victory on Madness. One of them has got to lose though, Damon!

The bell rings and the duo of Hunt and Landry waste very little time as they lock horns in the center of the ring. Hunt, the larger of the two men, backs Landry into the corner. The referee asks and promptly receives a good clean break from the young competitors.

They circle each other and go to lock it up again but Hunt sends a forearm into Landry’s face. Then another and another before scooping him up and slamming him to the mat. Landry though is quick to get back to his feet but as he spins to locate Eren Hunt, Hunt sends a European uppercut to the jaw taking Landry back down to the mat.

DR: That’s a jarring blow that’ll stop any competitor in their tracks!

JC: Eren Hunt is a well educated striker, Damon! Landry needs to stay aware of his arms and hands at all times!

DR: He does, but if he doesn’t? Then Hunt can put his lights out quickly.

Hunt goes back to work as he pulls Landry to his feet. Hunt sets him up then lifts him into a high vertical suplex. Landry though, shifts his weight and lands on his feet. Gabriel quickly grabs Hunt from behind and drops to his back with a scoolboy.

JC: 1!... 2!...

DR: No!

JC: Hunt kicks out but Landry damn near stole it right there!

DR: He’s a bit too flashy for my liking, but Gabe Landry is quicker than a hiccup, Jacuinde!

Both Landry and Hunt are back to their feet with quickness. Landry goes to whip Hunt across the ring but Hunt reverses, then Landry reverses, then Hunt reverses again and drives a knee into Landry’s midsection, doubling him over. Hunt wastes no time as he plants Landry in the middle of the ring with a vicious DDT.

DR: Hook of the leg by Hunt!

JC: 1!.... 2!....

DR: Landry kicks out!

JC: And this opening contest rolls on here on Madness!

After the kickout, Eren Hunt is feeling the momentum on his side. He lifts Landry to his feet and whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, Hunt catches Landry, lifts, spins, then powerslams him to the mat.

JC: ‘Nother coverrrr annnd…

DR: Landry kicks out again! The little gnat won’t die!

JC: There’s too much on the line here, Damon!

Hunt again lifts Landry to his feet then whips him hard into the turnbuckles. Hunt follows him in with a ten punch as the crowd counts along with him. At the count of seven, Landry stiffens up and lifts Hunt off the ropes, takes two steps and drops Hunt with an inverted atomic drop.

DR: There’s an equalizer!

JC: Landry! With another inverted atomic drop and he gets the separation he needs!

After the second drop, Landry lifts Hunt off his feet and drives him hard into the mat with a spine buster. Landry quickly hooks the leg.

JC: 1!.... 2!....

DR: Eren Hunt kicks out!

JC: Landry! All over Hunt right now!

Landry is back to his feet and pulls Hunt to his. Landry sends him to the ropes. On the rebound, Hunt double hooks the ropes, stopping his momentum. Landry though, was ready for it as he charges forward. He hits Hunt with a clothesline sending him over the top rope and to the floor!

JC: The momentum has clearly shifted, Damon!

DR: It’s all behind Gabriel Landry right now! This is his match right now to win or lose!

The fans are alive with some vigor as the young upstart peels away from the ropes toward the middle of the ring. He points out to Hunt who is starting to get back to his feet on the floor. The crowd though, is firmly behind Landry right now and urges him on. Landry runs to the far side ropes and bounces off gaining a full head of steam. As he nears the near side ropes…

JC: Suicide dive!

DR: Eren Hunt just collapsed like an accordion!

JC: Landry took a hell of a blow on that landing though!

DR: Well… we don’t call it high risk for nothin’, Jacuinde!

JC: These two need to make it back into the ring before the official gets to ten!

DR: …really?

JC: Shut up, I know.

As the referee reaches four, Landry is back to his feet but feeling the impact of the landing. Reaching down, he grabs a handful of Eren Hunt’s mane and pulls him to his feet. The striker strikes fast with a jab to the jaw, stunning Gabriel Landry.

JC: These two better get a move on!

As the count reaches 6, the two men have started slugging it out. Hunt being the striker, gets the better of Landry causing Landry to retreat a little toward the entrance way.

JC: We’re at 8!

DR: Hunt’s on his way back!

Hunt runs toward the ring to break the count. Just as he tries to slide into the ring, Landry dives and grabs a hold of his ankle. The bell rings to end the contest.

WINNER: DRAW by double countout in 9:56

JC: We started this match thinking we were gonna see one of these two advance but instead, neither of them will move on!

DR: Eren Hunt has gotta be livid right now, Jacuinde! He was about to beat the count. He was about to advance into the semi-finals but Landry made sure that wasn’t gonna happen!

JC: OHHHH! These two aren’t finished!

Taking exception to the countout ruling, Hunt blasts Landry in the face which rocks him backward. The two then begin to brawl in the aisle way as security rushes to them. The two are separated for a second but Landry breaks free and dives into the fray onto Eren Hunt. Hunt also breaks free and the two men spill back behind the curtain.

JC: I know those two men are extremely disappointed in themselves for not beating the count but…

DR: Disappointment is just anger for pussies, Jacuinde! Gabriel Landry knew exactly what he was doing! He knew he wasn’t gonna beat the count so he made damn sure Hunt wouldn’t either! And you know what? I kinda like it!

JC: I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of them. Universe, they’ll try to restore order backstage, but in the meantime, we’ll take a quick timeout. The Madness rolls on when we come back.

JC: Back here on Madness, and Damon, during the break, the fight between Gabriel Landry and Eren Hunt spilled to the sidewalk outside.

DR: There’s nothin’ New Yorkers like more than a good old street fight, but our esteemed General Manager had different plans.

JC: Let’s take a look.

Hunt and Landry continued their fight through the Gorilla position and into the back hallway. From there they fought passed catering and through the entrance onto the sidewalk. Security bottled them up several times but each time, they found a way to break through and continue fighting.

On the sidewalk, GM Thaddeus Duke took matters into his own hands and tried to separate the two and took an errant punch to the mouth from Eren Hunt. In a burst of anger, Thad slams Hunt against the outside wall. Landry tried to get him some more, but after accidentally hitting his boss, Hunt held his hands up. Thad didn’t care though as he shoved Landry against a car parked outside.

You two get your shit together!

JC: The boss is not happy!

DR: Well he just got punched in the face!

You see big things for yourselves and I agree! But you both just blew a prime opportunity to make names for yourselves. Instead of one of you advancing neither of you do and that just…

The GM cuts himself off and takes a deep breath.

I’m a big believer in second chances, he says as he stands between the two men that were trying to tear each other apart. On August 28th, I’m giving you another opportunity but don’t fuckin’ spoil it.

You guys wanna ruin a tournament? Fine, you’re both out of it. In two weeks, we’ll see how well you can fight together because I’m giving you a shot at the tag team titles.

Thad angrily walks back into the building as we fade back to ringside.

JC: That is huge news!

DR: Shit, if all I ever had to do to get a title match was accidentally hit my boss I might have forty world titles!

JC: I don’t think that’s…

DR: Shut up Jacuinde! I know!

The cameras fade backstage inside the lavish private locker room of Marisol Vilaro; the fans boo at the sight of her dressed in a tight pink dress with black leopard spots, black high heel leather boots, and her hair is done up in curls as well as gold bracelets around her wrist, and her butterfly necklace wrapped around her neck. The smug Catalonian is on her phone, standing beside her, looking imposing, is her brand new muscle, Cyrus Braddock. The natural whiney, obnoxious tone coming from the founder of VilaroFit is enough to get the boos coming in even more.

Marisol Vilaro: Like, how on earth is this fair? No, you listen, the MOTIV launch is soon, and I won't have any mess-ups. You don't get it, do you? The ad should have been on youtube yesterday! It is what I pay you to handle, right? I am a busy woman as CEO; it's why I pay people like you to handle these parts for me, or is that too complicated?

Marisol rolled her eyes at the stuff coming from the other end, as she said in the same tone.

Marisol Vilaro: Okay, let me break this down; the ad campaign was your duty to get right, and you failed, so you have a week to get that right; otherwise, we will have an official discussion when I get back to VilaroFitness HQ, an early performance review. You should know by now I don't tolerate failure; if you needed the help, I could have gotten one of your colleagues to do it or even help you, but no, you insisted you could do it. Now look at this mess?! Either clean it up, or you know what's next; you're the VP of Marketing, and you know what to do; look, I got to go just handle it, will you? Or I will.

Marisol soon clicked the phone and put it back in her black Chanel handbag; as soon as the door was nudged, she saw two people that made a broad smile grow on her face as she said proudly and directly to Cyrus.

Marisol Vilaro: Cyrus, they are good; they are welcome here. Congratulations, ladies. I am so damn proud of both of you!

The door opens wide as Juliana Mendoza and Emma Couture stroll in, their newly won XWF Madness tag team titles wrapped around their waists. Juliana flips her hair and smirks as she walks over to Marisol, her black dress hugging her curves and covering as little as possible. Meanwhile, Emma is eyeing Cyrus, her attire still very much curve-hugging, but the black pants and top hide far more than Juliana's dress.

Juliana Mendoza: Gracias bebe. Is it a surprise, though? We have been the best team on this brand since… well, since our arrival.

Emma Couture: Winning tag team titles is just what we do. Three companies, three sets of belts, and who can beat us?

Juliana Mendoza: Nobody can defeat the MVPs of professional wrestling. Last show, we became champions, and Mari, you had what might have been the fastest victory in Madness history.

Marisol smirked, looking at Cryus a bit before returning to her friends and partners. These three have been thick as thieves since they met, and for a good reason, they all complimented each other as a unit.

Marisol Vilaro: I know that was something, wasn't it? My dominating performance proved Jimmy, or whatever is beneath me. Then, you two win the tag team titles, but that is only the start; this locker room is my one see; they know a star when they have one, and it is why I have a spot in the number one contender's tournament, the tournament I am going to win, and dethrone Myra Rivers to win my first ever World championship.

Marisol had managed champions in her young career, and now it was time for her to take her spot at the top where she belonged. The smug cutthroat businesswoman soon spoke in a very over-the-top tone.

Marisol Vilaro: But now, I AM STUCK FACING AN ORC?! REALLY?!

Emma Couture: I don't think he is an actual orc.

Juliana Mendoza: He has green skin, is unnaturally large, and I'm pretty sure I saw him drinking from a skull. He's an orc, and it is ridiculous that you must face someone like that. They should have just fast-tracked you to the finals with your victory last show. Let that idiot Mosh face the Warcraft rejection.

Emma Couture: You must find a good strategy, Mari.

Juliana Mendoza: After single-handedly securing the fastest win in company history, she shouldn't be forced to fight some Neanderthal brute. Even his name is ridiculous. Are you really telling me that his parents named him Grimgor Ironhide?

Emma Couture: Probably not…

Marisol said in a loud, obnoxiously whiney tone.

Marisol Vilaro: I don't care what his loser parents named him; I shouldn't be facing him, period?! Mosh deserves the honors, ugh! This is so not fair to me, not fair to the most prominent social media star on Madness; if anything, I should have a bye into the next round. What is Thaddeus thinking?

Juliana Mendoza: I honestly don't know. I mean, he left the US off of the show. I know that there's the whole tournament going on and all of that, but we just rescued the tag team division from stupidity and mediocrity. I could talk to him and remind him that he could have a VERY good relationship with the MVPs.

Marisol nodded as she said.

Marisol Vilaro: I don't know either. Like, hello, the hottest team here should be praised, I should be honored and admired as well, but we are not, but tonight we can take what we want. That ugly hideous, disgusting, whatever they call him will not beat me tonight. He is no Marisol Vilaro, not even close.

Emma Couture: He is not, but he is ridiculously huge. Please tell me that you worked on some attacks to the leh. Basement dropkick, chop block, dragon screw, kneeDT, anything?

Juliana Mendoza: Those are good points, but seriously, you shouldn't have to face someone like that. Put Mosh against him and give you… I was gonna say one of the bing-bong bitches, but I don't think you want to bathe in Purell and burn your gear like we had to do. Really, you should have just gotten a bye right to the finals for how incredible you are, put Mosh against the troll or orc or whatever he is, and everyone is happy. Well, Mosh probably wouldn't be, but he's an asshole.

Marisol let out a cackle as she said.

Marisol Vilaro: Mosh is a moron, plain and simple, just like the rest of these simpletons betting against us, betting against the MVPS, and those are good, Emma, but I just got a brilliant little idea.

Marisol tapped the side of her head with that same snake-like smirk she got last week.

Emma Couture: Is it to have your new heavy attack your opponent before the match like last time? No judgment if that's it; it's a solid plan.

Juliana turned to Emma with a bit of a "why would you say that?" look. She shook her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed softly before turning back to Marisol.

Juliana Mendoza: I am sure that it is a brilliant plan, and we have no doubt that you will win, and soon enough, all three of us will be wearing gold.

Marisol Vilaro: Oh, it's not that; it's something far else; plus, phase two of our takeover begins tonight.

Marisol let out an evil cackle as she looked at Cryus as she said.

Marisol Vilaro: Cy, can you be a dear and remove this camera from my locker room me and the ladies have some details to discuss.

Cyrus nodded and put his hand over the camera, pushing them out as Madness faded to commercial.

JC: Welcome back here on Madness. Last show Damon, Cyrus Braddock debuted as Marisol Vilaro’s new bodyguard and he did a number on Johnny Miami before the bell allowing Vilaro to pick up the easy three count!

DR: I see what the GM sees in her. The woman is money…

JC: Everyone hates her…

DR: Which is exactly why she’s money, Jacuinde! People will pay big money to watch her fail! If she does, they got what they paid for. If she doesn’t, well… saddle up and pay even more money next time.

JC: Marisol Vilaro has something brewing for Grimgor Ironhide tonight. They’ll do battle later on but right now, its more first round tournament action!

RA: The following first round tournament match is set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From Jacksonville, Florida! He is one half of the Bing Bong Twinzz… EMMM CEEE MONKEYYYY!

JC: Two weeks ago the Bing Bong Twinzz found the new tag team titles in a crate backstage. Thaddeus Duke sanctioned it but made them defend their titles.

DR: What a dick!

JC: They were not successful Damon. They had those titles for about an hour at most! But tonight, one of these weird ass brothers will try to advance into the tournament!

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Lancaster, Pennsylvania! Weighing 2 hundred 10 pounds. EEEELIJAHHH COOOOOPELANNNND!

The camera pans around the Manhattan Center. Just then there was black, gold, and white flickering as "Breaking Through" by the Wreckage hits the speakers on the arena.

♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪

Just then Elijah is seen coming through the Curtains and the fans begins to boo. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He put his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nods.

JC: He’s had some tough luck lately, but Damon, Elijah Copeland is in fact a former World champion!

DR: In this business, we all suffer some down periods. Some dark times and a lot of times, it takes awhile for us to figure it out. It takes awhile for us to come out of it. What Elijah needs to do tonight is not let this opportunity slip through his grasp. He’s been a staple of Madness for a long time and he’s got a prime opportunity to right the ship right here tonight!

♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪

He starts walking down the ramp as the fans continue to shower his boos. He stops and looks at the crowd and giving off a slight smirk and laughs as their misfortunes. He bad mouth the fans before getting down to the ringside and stopping on the ringside mat. He walks towards the steel steps and breathes in.

♪ Don't tell me everything is all right
(I know you know)
Don't tell me how to live my life
I'm breaking through tonight ♪

He slaps the steps a few times before walking up them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle.

♪ You can crash and burn this time
As I leave it all behind
These scars won't breathe anymore anymore, no
Sounds like goodbye ♪

He looks at the fans as he slowly takes off his shirt and throws it to the outside. He points at the fans before getting down and moves to the corner.

The match starts off frantically as Elijah flies out of the gates, charging forward with a burst of energy. He unleashes a barrage of repeated elbow strikes to MC’s head and midsection, driving him back into one of the corners. MC covers up eventually as Copeland’s strikes hit off his forearms.He pushes Elijah away and retaliates by flying out of the corner with a huge King Kong lariat that sends Copeland spinning inside out and crashing to the mat.

JC: That caught him sleeping a bit!

DR: Even a broken clock is right twice a day, Jacuinde!

He is quick to recover though, using the ropes to pull himself up and launches himself back at MC as he connects with a Step-Up Axe Kick that catches MC straight in the chest, staggering him backward. Elijah fluidly moves round, wrapping his arm around MC’s shoulders, hooking his leg around and falls back hard into a Russian Leg Sweep, taking MC down to the mat. He then wastes no time, transitioning into a Cross Armbar, applying pressure on MC’s arm. MC grimaces in pain as he grits his teeth, as he tries to fight against the submission hold. With a mighty effort, he manages to power his way to the ropes, forcing Copeland to break the hold.

Elijah’s cocky demeanor remains unshaken as he taunts MC, mocking his attempts to fight back. He backs MC into the corner once again, delivering multiple knee strikes to MC’s ribs. MC, however, begins a fight back, absorbing the blows from Copeland’s knees and lunges forward with a brutal headbutt to the nose that leaves Elijah dazed, his eyes watering from the impact.

JC: Can MC capitalize!?

DR: These Bing Bongz are kind of a joke, but…

JC: They can go if they really want to!

DR: Yeah that’s what I was about to say.

MC builds on the opening, driving Elijah into the mat with an evenflow DDT, followed up with a running senton splash that connects directly with Copeland’s chest leaving him gasping for breath. MC goes for a cover and the referee begins to count:

JC: Coverrrr…

DR: And a kickout!

JC: That was closer than Copeland liked!

MC aggressively pulls Copeland to his feet by the back of the neck but he’s able to counter MC’s attempted DDT with a switch to a rear waist lock, sending him flying across the ring with Release German Suplex that leaves MC sprawled on the mat.

As MC struggles to rise, Copeland backs up into one of the corners, builds up a head of steam before running at MC at full speed, connecting with a devastating Shining Wizard that crumples him on the canvas. Elijah goes for the cover. The referee counts:

JC: Copeland for the winnnnnn…

DR: MC… whatever the hell his name is kicks out just in time there!

Although showing some signs of frustration, Copeland again begins to taunt MC as he executes a Running Rope-Hung Snap Swinging Neckbreaker. He grabs MC into a front face lock. He pulls him back, hopping on to the top turnbuckle and spikes him with a Snap Tornado DDT.

He waits for MC to get up and uses the ropes to launch himself at MC and connects with a Baseball Slide that sends MC crashing into the barricade. However, as MC lands on the outside, Copeland doesn’t notice Li’l Ca$h appear from under the apron, pulling MC under and he rolls back out, feigning the impact MC received from the collision with the barricade.

JC: That’s Cash App! That’s Cash App!

DR: What?

JC: The Twinzz switched places!

Li’l Ca$h App rolls back into the ring and Copeland goes on the attack again. He reaches down, pulling “MC” to his feet and goes for the “Philly Special” (Brainbuster DDT) but before he can go to lift him, he’s rolled up into a small package and the referee counts:

1!

2!

3!???????????????????

3!

WINNER: MC Monkey (sp?) by pinfall in 13:27

JC: This was highway robbery!

DR: Copeland has gotta be absolutely beside himself!

JC: The Bing Bong Twinzz switched places! The referee didn’t catch it! Copeland didn’t catch it! This… This can not stand!

Cash App is quick to exit the ring and quicker to gather his brother. MC has no idea what just happened but Cash App points to the replay. The Twinzz celebrate and exit as Copeland sits in the middle of the ring with his arms resting on his knees.

JC: He was going to win this match, Damon!

DR: It’s a tough business, Jacuinde! You gotta be ready for anything at any time and Elijah failed tonight!

JC: MC Monkey will advance into the semi-finals!

DR: This has got to be rock bottom for Copeland. Losing two weeks ago to Walker Hill wasn’t bad, Walker Hill is a great young talent. But this?

Copeland gets to his feet as he stares at the replay on the tron. He and the official get into a heated conversation.

JC: To be a fly on the turnbuckle right now!

DR: Obviously Elijah Copeland is pointing out the replay.

JC: The official is standing by his decision. He didn’t see them switch and therefore can not call it as such. It’s just another unfortunate turn of events for him here tonight on…

Copeland knees the referee in the gut, then plants him with the brain buster DDT.

JC: Philly Special to the referee!

DR: See if he’d have hit that on either of those two little pipsqueaks then maybe he’d be advancing!

The fans don’t quite know how to react as Copeland hangs his head and makes his exit.

JC: It’s been a strange night already, Damon.

DR: Indeed it has been, Jacuinde. But I think we have more action lined up.

JC: Madness rolls on, right after this!

“Spoiled” Summer Page is walking down the hall of the Manhattan Center followed by her bodyguard Enigma. Summer is looking down at her cell phone as she walks down the hall when Marisol Vilaro walks up to Summer and Enigma. The sound of her boots clicking against the hard floor, the Fitness Guru has a pep in her step as she says in a bright cheerful tone, like she's super excited to see Enigma and Summer Page.

Marisol Vilaro: Hey girl, hey E how are you two holding up?

Summer and Enigma briefly look at each other.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: We’re doing pretty well. What’s going on?

Marisol had a bright smile on her face, as her tone was still very bubbly as she said brightly.

Marisol Vilaro: Oh I am good as I said I would help and well there is more than a few people who I have strong inklings based on sources of information I have received. Just know that Marisol Vilaro, is here to help.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: That is awfully nice of you, girl. I’m so glad you have these sources. What have you found out? Can we also talk to these sources?

Marisol looked at her and smiled.

Marisol Vilaro: Later on, however, most of these sources want to remain anonymous on this don’t blame them this isn’t a safe place why I am glad I have Cy watching my back, but anytime again just because things ended the way they did doesn’t mean we have to be at eachothers throats.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:(Looks confused) What does our history have to do with me being attacked?

Marisol nodded as she said.

Marisol VIlaro: You said it last week I’m the last one you’d expect to help you right? Just saying I am not like most and that I have your back on this. So several things I noticed, not wanting to be seen by anyone, they made sure there were no witnesses as well which in the area you were attacked in can be quite a challenge, and third somehow they were able to overcome E here.

Marisol said pointing, toward the big guy with her multi colored nail.

Marisol Vilaro: But, they weren’t too careful if you get my drift…

“Spoiled” Summer Page: How so?

Marisol said in a direct tone as she unveils a long, curled and kinky reddish blondish blackish hair that definitely is not a pubic hair. Probably.

Marisol Vilaro: I found this.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Well…that’s pretty obvious.

Marisol nodded her head as she said.

Marisol Vilaro: They’re a couple of ding dongs, if you get the drift now how they overcame E my guess would be they found that stupid orc and paid him in whatever the hell they would pay him in to do it. I’d have E go “talk” to them if I were you he might get more information out of them.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: I didn’t think they had it in them.

Summer looks up at Enigma.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Looks like there is a couple of inbreds that need to be checked, big guy.

Enigma smiles ominously.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: You know I got to thank you Mari. You always come up big in those clutch times.

Summer hugs Marisol. Summer looks over at Enigma during the hug and smiles at him. As the embrace ends the women look at each other and smile.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Seriously, thank you, Mari.

Summer turns to Enigma.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: We got some business to take care of, big guy.

Summer and Enigma walk away as Marisol smiles.

JC: Say what you will about Marisol Vilaro, but she’s proven herself a loyal friend to Summer Page!

DR: She’s got evidence pointing the finger at the Bing Bong Twinzz!? I personally find that hard to believe, but this is wrestling. Anything is possible.

JC: Woah wait! I thought we were about to head to break, but we’re about to be joined by the VIP himself, Chris Mosh!

DR: He’s the number one contender to Lexi Gold’s United States title!

JC: You’ve done your homework, Damon.

DR: I’m a consummate professional.

”First Class” by Jack Harlow hit as The screen shows a V followed by a I then a P. The camera then gets the shot of Chris Mosh standing on the top of the entrance, he is wearing black dress pants and a red t-shirt with a black blazer over it. Chris walks down to the ring slapping hands with fans. He get to the steps as he looks around before walking up them. Chris enters through the ropes as he spins and then leans on the top rope and the camera zooms in as he winks at the camera. The fans are going crazy as Chris picks up the mic and he just smirks*

Mosh: New York City!

The crowd erupts as hearing the name of the city as Chris is smiling.

Mosh: This is a few miles away from the town I was born in back in Long Island. Now I’m not here to talk about the old times but I’m here to talk about tonight. This is the night that yours truly, The V.I.P gets back to being the champion of Madness. Now, we have Mr. Duke running the show and changing the title which is great because I was the first ever ID… Hold up Now it is the World Championship, so I was the first ever World Champion of Madness by being in a tournament which was in one night, but now it is over a couple of shows. Now I’m looking at this and I see that every match is a one on one single elimination except one match. I'm going to be a little biased and say it is going to be the last match as it is the Main Event , which is my match where I will be in a triple threat match. Now this is also part of the tournament which is cool but every other match has a winner and loser but this match has a winner, a loser, and someone who had nothing happen, I mean does this mean that I don’t move on in the tournament even though I was not involved, I think that is kind of not fair, I mean not just for me but for who ever I don’t pin as well.

*Chris laughs*

DR: He does have a point.

JC: I don’t know… deal with it I guess?

Mosh: Now I know my opponents, Sean Parker and Walker Hill are bringing their A-game and I know they will be giving me a challenge but I need to be back at the top of this show again. Not only do I need to be at the top but I’m looking to try and make history again but winning this whole tournament and winning the US title from the wonderful Lexi Gold to not only become the first double champion in Madness but become the first Triple Crown Winner in Madness History.

JC HERRRRE SHEEEE COMMMMES!

DR: Mark.

JC: You’re absolutely right! I am a self admitted Lexi Gold mark.

"5 out of 6" by Dessa hits and the crowd cheers as Lexi Gold steps out from behind that curtain and walks down the ramp while eyeing Chris Mosh who is currently in the ring. She is wearing a cropped white tank top, leather pants and high heels. She is holding her U.S title on her shoulder as she continues to walk. She smiles at the crowd in the process, then eventually makes her way to ringside, where she climbs the steps and gets into the ring through the bottom rope. Upon entering the ring, she walks over to grab a microphone and stands across from Mosh. She looks at him once again and waits for her music to cut before raising the mic to her lips.

Lexi Gold: You can sweet talk me all you want, but in my eyes, you will always remain a cold-hearted snake who only cares about yourself. You have all these people in favor of you. I've heard the cheers from these people when you walked out to this ring, but don't expect the same reaction from me, just like you shouldn't expect me to lose my United States Championship. Something that took me years to get.

Mosh: Lexi, I don’t know why you don’t understand that I’m different, I’m not the person you wrestled the first two times. I actually donate my money to charities and volunteer my time to children clubs and camps. I actually see everyone as a V.I.P as well, everyone is allowed to my parties, but what do I need to change your opinion on me. Now I also want to state that I respect you and everything you have done and this round three of you and me, now if I recall you want to bring up the last two times because I did beat you twice once was after I already had match and you were fresh and the next time when I was defend the what is now the World Title, but now the rolls are reversed where you are the champion and I’m the challenger and I know you need this win just as much as I do. You need it to show everyone that you can actually beat me, where I need it to show that I’m still one of the top performers in the business.

She shakes her head and paces the ring, then stops and adjusts her belt on her shoulder.

Lexi Gold: I have no problem showing you, or anyone else, that I can beat you. I recall all the times you told me that I would never win a title on Madness, but boy you were wrong. You know, I didn't have to resort to being the villain in their story to achieve success, but hey to each their own. You could donate to whatever charity's you want, but in the end you aren't fooling me, nor am I going to let you stab me when my back is turned. I've been in this business long enough to know not to trust people like you.

Mosh: Lexi, I have not cheated once since I have been here. You can watch all the matches I have had here. You need to know that I’m not the same person and if you can’t do that, well fine but I atleast want your respect because I respect you. This is Lexi/Mosh three and it is going to be a banger, so let’s make this a friendly match, I mean let the best person win.

Chris extends his hand for a shake.

Lexi looks down at his extended hand. The crowd waits in anticipation and watches on to see whether she will shake it, or not. Her eyes look up, and she raises her title up in the air instead, then the two have a stare down for a good while before she smirks, and backpedals, then exits the ring and heads to the back. Chris smirks as he nods his head.

JC: This match is gonna happen sooner than later!

DR: What a match that’ll be Jacuinde! These two have been draped in gold their entire careers and that is significant all its own!

JC: Madness fans! More tournament action when we return!

Back from commercial, we go right to the ring announcer.

RA: The following tournament match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Miami, Florida… JJJJOHNYYY MIIIIIAMMMMIII!

JC: Action is upon us once again, Madnessites! Johnny Miami takes on Summer Page for the right to advance into the semi-finals of the tournament!

DR: I can not stress enough what’s at stake here. Jacuinde. All these men and women are competing for the opportunity to not only challenge Myra Rivers for the World Heavyweight title, but to main event perhaps the biggest spectacle in wrestling.

JC: That, of course, being Relentless coming up near the end of next month.

RA: His opponent!

RA: Being accompanied to the ring by Enigma! From…

XWF Universe: New! York! Cityyyy!

JC: It’s very clear what side these fans are on!

RA: Spoiled! SUMMMERRRR PAAAAAGE!

JC: Damon, you better believe that Enigma will have eyes in the back of his head tonight!

DR: He absolutely will! And I’m sure that at some point tonight, Summer will unleash Enigma on those two idiots from DUUUUVALLLL!

The bell rings and Enigma stands guard near the entrance aisle. In the ring, Johnny gets cocky and turns his back to Summer Page exciting a chorus of boos from the New Yorkers. He takes it one step further and drops to his knees.

DR: This could be a mistake.

JC: It’s chauvinism, Damon! He thinks she can’t hurt him because she’s a woman!

DR: That might be a reach, but he’s getting his desired reaction here in New York.

Summer Page approaches from behind. In a sudden feat of quickness, Miami hops to his feet, grabs Summer by her hair and snapmares her over his shoulders to the mat. Miami quickly transitions into a reverse chin lock, but Page is quick to start working herself back to a vertical base.

Upright now, she drives an elbow into his gut, then another and a third, finally doubling him over. She shifts behind him then lifts him up and drops him to the mat with a back drop suplex. Page gets back to her feet and drops an elbow, then another and another on Miami.

JC: Page with the coverrr…

DR: Miami with the shoulder up!

With early momentum on her side, Page gets to her feet and backs off of Johnny, letting him get to his feet. As he does so, Page charges across the ring, leaps into the air and drives a knee right under his chin causing him to fall back to the mat.

JC: This crowd is firmly behind Summer Page tonight!

DR: It’s her hometown and she’s got her eyes on the prize!

Electing not to go for a cover, she lifts him up and sends him to the corner and follows him in with a knee to the midsection. Page then lifts him up and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. She climbs the ropes, hops onto his shoulders and brings him back into the ring with a frankensteiner.

Full of momentum now and perhaps smelling the end, Summer Page quickly gets back to her feet and scales the turnbuckles before leaping off and landing BME for the cover.

JC: 1!....2!....

DR: Miami gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time!

Not letting up, Page gets back to her feet and pulls Miami to his then sets him up.

JC: This could be it!

DR: Pure Perfection!

JC: 1!....2!....3! She got him!

WINNER: Summer Page by pinfall in 5:36

JC: Summer Page! Advances to the semi-finals!

DR: Johnny Miami lost control early and never recovered!

JC: Summer and Enigma will celebrate this one tonight but the road only gets tougher as we continue after this!

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Li’l Cash App is stalking about ringside with his brother awaiting the arrival of… quote unquote, “world champion” Kieran King.

DR: I watched the last show, Jacuinde! Myra Rivers did not look happy that King came out here and tried to upstage her!

JC: Why should she!? She’s the recognized champion, Damon. Not King.

DR: Maybe its time for Rivers to nut up and do something about it!

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Santa Monica weighing 1 hundred 90 pounds… he is the… (finger quotes) “World Heavyweight Championnnn” KIERAANNNN KINNNNG!

The first, frenetic strums of Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" rips through the arena as strobes of gold and white cast across the stage and crowd. After several moments, and then a few more for good measure, Kieran King eventually saunters onto the stage, smugly mugging for the audience. There, resting on his shoulder, is the World Championship that he walked out onto the stage with at the end of last Madness. It doesn't look identical to the one that was given to Myra Rivers to replace the IDL Championship, but the text upon it is still clear as day: 'XWF World Heavyweight Champion'

Though dressed to compete, King forgoes his usually theatrical dash to the ring and instead takes great pride in every slow step he takes down the ramp. With an almost lecherous glee, he happily jibes with any fan who dares say something in his direction. And when he arrives at ringside, he fluidly rolls under the rope and bounds up to his feet in the centre of the ring. He raises the 'World title' into the air as a very confused crowd watches on.

A microphone is snuck into his hand.

KING: New York…

The arena pops as King sings the familiar hook from Jay-Z's 'Empire State of Mind'. True to form, King quickly flushes whatever endearment to the crowd he had mustered in that moment right down the toilet.

KING: This city sucks goat balls; its streets smell like sewage, here in New York…

Predictably, the Manhattan Center shows him exactly what they think of that.

And King loves it.

JC: You’re laughing?

DR: What can I say? I kinda like him.

KING: Thank you SO much for that very warm welcome. There's three things that are guaranteed in life: death, taxes, and New Yorkers being absolutely feral human beings covered in their own filth. So thank you, each and every one of you, for doing your part to help the world keep ticking on that front. Now… I suppose you gutter tramps might have a few questions about… this.

He makes a show of shrugging the shoulder on which his 'championship' is sitting. It catches the light and glistens appropriately. The look on his face suggests he could start tongue-kissing the belt at any moment.

KING: Ladies and gentlemen, I want to be VERY VERY CLEAR about this, so please listen closely. This… is the XWF World Heavyweight Championship. Now I know, I know! Two weeks ago on the last edition of Madness, you saw our new overlord Thaddeus Duke present Myra Rivers with the World Championship! How then, could YA BOY have it instead? Well… the answer is pretty simple: I never lost it.

You see, the World Championship is not a new concept. A couple of years ago we saw Big D playing around with it on the other shows. Miss Fury repurposed it for the short-lived bWo brand that was somewhat of a precursor to this incarnation of Madness. But before that, the World Championship goes WAAAAAY back to the days before a tiny-peened jackoff decided to hit the erase button on the first 13 years of history here in the XWF. The alleged greatest of all time - who I incidentally beat, B-T-dubs - Steve Jason held this sumbitch something like 5 times. It's been through the hands of Hall of Legends inductees like Centurion, K Money, and Daniel "Boondock Saint" Malcolm, among many more. The XWF World Championship means something to the foundation of this organisation. A foundation that I represent.

King's smug grin fades with that last sentence, as he stares straight down the barrel of the camera. He pauses there a moment, before lifting his head up to sweep his gaze around the audience. Fire in his eyes, he yells into the mic.

KING: I THINK IT'S TIME TO REMIND YOU ALL JUST WHO THE FUCK I AM!

That… actually gets a fairly positive response from the crowd.

KING: As I said, the XWF's supposed GOAT, Steve Jason? BEAT HIM. The record-holding 5-time Universal Champion, Jayzon Williamz? BEAT HIM. The legendary Big Shank? BEAT HIM. K Money? BEAT HIM. The list goes on and on and on and on. My contemporaries aren't the assclowns that have paraded through that bullshit Lord of Violence division that Jacki O'Lantern was oh-so-proud to get back the title for. Nuh uh! My contemporaries are the fucking legends who built this place! That's the list I belong on! I was trained by another of those all-timers, Lee Stone, and that asshole hasn't dared get in the damn ring again since fAce Vincent and I put his ass down! I. CHANGE. HISTORY! I became the Universal Champion in just three months in this company. TELL ME WHO DID IT BETTER? And before that, in my first MONTH not just here but in my entire career, I became the XWF World Heavyweight Champion.

And I never lost it.

The mixed, somewhat confused reaction continues from a crowd who doesn't really want to like Kieran King, but who recognise the names and actions he's talking about and kind of see his point.

KING: Now, there's a natural question to ask in response to that, and that's 'why would you bring it up now'? Well… have you seen the new world we're living in. All of a sudden the XWF is trying to retcon Myra Rivers into some kind of World Champion in her own right. But to some of us, that is a goddamn INSULT. Intended or not, that is a retcon of everything that I - WE - fought and bled for so that anybody could ever even give a shit about Myra Rivers. But hey… if retcons are what's on the menu, let me go ahead and make one of my own: It is a fact that I was never beaten for THIS World Championship, which I won on December 27, 2009.

Therefore, I declare that I am STIIIIILLLL THE XWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

4,978 DAYS, AND COUNTING!

You all want a fresh start? Nah fam, I ain't letting any of you erase the history that built this place. And if any of you want to end this, then you'll have to pry this championship from me yourself.

So…

He turns to the Twinzz on the floor.

KING: I don't know if it's Bing or Bong that I'm facing tonight, but Li'l Ca$h App, you get first crack at trying. Come and take your shot, duckweed, because this match right now is for the REAL World Heavyweight Championship.

With some oomph behind his toss, he biffs the microphone from the ring and beckons for one half of the Bing Bong Twinzz to enter.

JC: King shouldn’t be so cocksure! The Bing Bong Twinzz have already stole one victory tonight!

DR: I just had this terrible thought.

JC: Whats that?

DR: What if Bong shocked the world tonight? What if Bong captured Kings world title? What if Bing wins the tournament? What if… Jacuinde, what if the Relentless main event is for that world title King has and its Bing versus Bong on pay per view?

JC: Stop it, you’ll give me nightmares.

The bell rings after Cash App enters the ring. He stays in his corner with his twin brother massaging his shoulders and trying to hype him up. MC is ordered to the floor by the referee. King goes right after Cash App but the smaller idiot escapes the corner and evades King altogether, retreating and collecting himself on the far side of the ring.

King smirks and leans over on his knees, begging Cash App to come for him. Cash App advances a few steps but stops. King attempts to advance from the corner he’s in but MC grabs his ankle. King turns to fight him off and that’s the opening Cash App was looking for as he bolts across the ring with a terrible splash on King in the corner.

JC: I swear to God Damon if you were right…

DR: King is a veteran. A good one at that, Jacuinde. It’s early yet.

Cash App wails on King over and over with slaps and forearms, causing King to retreat against the turnbuckle. Full of excitement, MC jumps up on the apron as his brother mounts the turnbuckles. With the referee distracted and yelling at MC, King takes advantage and throws his arm up between Cash App’s legs.

JC: I don’t know who I dislike more!

DR: Just call the action, Jacuinde. King did what he had to do to turn the tide.

Stunned in his place, King gives Cash App a light shove. The eccentric weirdo from Duval County teeters off the turnbuckle and lands flat on his back. Meanwhile, MC jumps off the apron to the floor.

Back in the ring, King lifts Cash App off the mat and tosses him hard into the far corner. King follows him in with a full head of steam before leaping and hitting him with the whisper in the wind. Cash App whiplashes off the turnbuckles, staggers forward and collapses to the mat.

DR: King with a hook of the leg!

JC: Annnnd no!

DR: Cash App kicks out but barely!

King gets back to his feet and tries to pull the nearly dead weight of Cash App to his. MC sees another opening and climbs up onto the apron, once again distracting the referee. King pays him no mind as Cash App is limply on his knees. Cash App quickly sends a shot to King’s groin behind the back of the referee as MC drops to the floor again.

JC: Cash App!

DR: With the equalizer here on Madness!

JC: Small package from Cash App!

DR: King reverses after 2!

JC: 1!.... 2!....

DR: Cash App kicks out!

King is slow to get to his feet but Cash App is back up quickly as he clubs and stomps King, trying to keep him grounded.

JC: Woah!

DR: Big company at that!

JC: They gotta be out here for the Twinzz!

Enigma and Cyrus Braddock begin making their way down the aisle. Cash App pays no attention to them but MC looks spooked as he retreats to the far side of the ring just in front of the announce table.

JC: Vilaro pinned the attack on Summer Page a couple months ago on the Bing Bong Twinzz!

DR: Now these two giant bodyguards are about to exact some revenge!

In the ring, Cash App continues to stomp away at Kieran King while on the outside, Enigma and Cy split up, taking opposite routes around the ring toward MC. MC doesn’t know whether to fight or run as Enigma reaches him. MC begs him off and backpedals slowly.

From seemingly out of nowhere, Cash App comes flying over the top rope with a plancha of some sort, but Cyrus Braddock catches him in flight. In the ring, the official is ordering Cy to set him down. He resists at first before finally setting him through the ropes and into the ring.

Cash App gets back to his feet and remembers he has a match going on. He turns around…

JC: Ugly on the Outside!

DR: That should do it!

JC: King with the cover… 2!... 3! This one is in the books!

WINNER: Kieran King by pinfall in 9:49
STILL “World Heavyweight Champion”

MC squirts through the legs of Enigma, pops back to his feet behind him and runs around the corner of the ring. He slides into the ring, grabs his brother by his hand and pulls him out. MC pulls his groggy, barely conscious brother up the aisle making a quick getaway and averting danger.

JC: It looks like Enigma and Cyrus Braddock are content to keep stalking their prey!

DR: Those two are seriously huge mountains and I can’t imagine the Bing Bong Twinzz having much success in avoiding them for too long.

JC: So Kieran King with a victory tonight, successfully defending his world title and Damon, this story of two world champions… something has to give, doesn’t it?

DR: It surely does, Jacuinde. Say what you want about Kieran King but every point he made knight in regards to the world title he carries, is 100% valid.

JC: You’ve got to be kidding me! He’s claiming something like 5000 days as world champion, but tell me Damon. You’ve been a world champion. How long can you really sit on a title without scheduling a defense before no one even considers you a champion anymore?

DR: I’m not saying I agree with what he’s doing. All I’m saying is that he’s factual, at least on the surface. And to answer your question, did he not just defend it here tonight on Madness?

JC: …

DR: Jacuinde is speechless folks. We’ll be back.

DR: (laughing) Welcome back to Madness! Jacuinde is still speechless.

JC: I’m not speechless, I’m incredulous.

DR: These things have a way of working themselves out and sooner or later, and if I know my son in law, I’d bet on sooner… we will have a definitive resolution to this situation with two world champions.

JC: Speaking of World Champions, Damon. Brody Goodman is standing by with the REAL Worlds Champion Myra Rivers. Brody?

Backstage, Myra Rivers is with her championship over her shoulder as well as with interviewer Brody Goodman. No time is being wasted as soon as the camera comes on and Brody cuts right to the chase.

Brody Goodman: Alright, with me at this time is none other than the XWF World Heavyweight Champion, Myra Rivers. Myra, you had a hell of a match against Lexi Gold, picking up the victory in perhaps the best main event Madness has ever had but Keiran King showed up and he had some choice words to say tonight.

Myra Rivers: He did…

Myra merely rolls her eyes at this.

Myra Rivers: And look, I can appreciate the history lesson and all of that. Don’t get me wrong. But the way I see it, he wants to take this brand and turn it back to the pits that this brand just got out of. I know that on Twitter, he was insinuating that I am to blame for it when I’ve been the one that has held this brand together. I am the one that had to endure dealing with Holden Ross and Sierra Silver. I am the one that had to deal with Holden just shortcutting his way right into things at my expense when he attacked both Sierra and I. I am the one that had to deal with Sierra and her ANNOYING personality over and over again and dealing with so much anger from that knowing in my heart that despite her win at Madness #3 that earned her a title shot initially, she chose to half ass and basically? Prove that she didn’t deserve the shot after all.

On THIS show, with a new start, that type of nonsense that I described? It’s NOT happening again! This is a new Madness, with a new locker room, and this time, we’ve got a locker room full of people that are spirited enough to want to earn their keep around here. This is no longer an era where Kieran King wants to shortcut his way through things just because he happened to hold this title more than a decade ago and he thinks that he’s the real champion. HELL with that!

Brody Goldman: Didn’t you just win a world title that was on ice for a decade yourself, though?

Myra Rivers: That’s a good question, and yes. I did. But the difference is, it was a tribute match to the company it came from and nobody was the champion. It was put up for grabs in a fair competition. King just wants to act like a champion without so much doing anything based on reputation and based off of something that he accomplished what? 2009, was it? I have done NOTHING but prove myself since I’ve been here. Sure, it hasn’t been easy. I’ve had my frustrations. When that whole Holden Ross-Sierra Silver nonsense happened, I questioned if I even belonged here in a moment of weakness, but I earned my keep last September when I replicated my big breakthrough moment from my rookie year AND wound up winning the then-IDL title! I’ve spent my whole career dealing with people like him and more often than not, I’m the one that pulls through in the end.

This is NOT that one Vegas company I used to wrestle for where everyone wanted to drag me down and shit on me every step of the fucking way. I’ve got zero tolerance for egos like him, zero tolerance for people that want to use me as a stepping stone for said egos, and this hasn’t been just a new era of Madness, but a new era for me too. Gabriel Landry went on Twitter and called me a “generational talent”... DAMN RIGHT I am! Unlike King, I’ve evolved and grown over the years. I’m not stuck in 2009 like he is and there’s not a chance in HELL I am going to step aside for someone like him. If he wants to move me aside, he can try. But I AM the face of this brand, I AM at the best I’ve ever been and NOTHING he has to say is EVER going to be true because if he’s like anyone I’ve encountered over the years, it’s going to be the same old shit that I’ve heard before…

"Same old shit you've heard before, eh?"

The camera pans to the side to see Kieran King strutting towards the scene, with THAT 'World Heavyweight Championship' over his shoulder.

Brody Goodman: Ooooo guys, this is good!

Kieran King: I feel that kind of gives YA BOY here carte blanche to bring back that nickname of yours from the previous regime, but I won't! I'll be the bigger man here. I will lead by example, as this championship demands.

He pats the title on his shoulder.

Kieran King: And see, that's what this is all about, Myra. I don't particularly appreciate being misrepresented like you're doing here. This isn't about wishing for that era to continue. It's about so much more. It's about respect. That's what the history lesson was for: to teach you a little about respect. And isn't that all you've been after? Isn't that the issue you had with the way things were going around here? You felt disrespected? Well you can put lipstick on a pig, or you can swap out a joke of a championship for a joke of a World Championship, but it doesn't change the person underneath.

You and I actually see eye to eye on one thing: Madness wasn't respected enough previously. I just don't believe that's going to change as long as your face is anywhere near the marquee. Myra, let me be crystal clear for you on this: I have this championship on my shoulder because I don't RESPECT you enough to believe that you DESERVE the XWF World Heavyweight Championship, no matter what you think you've proven so far and no matter what you've done elsewhere. It doesn't matter here. Sierra Silver? Holden Ross? Who cares? Where even are those assholes now? Nowhere! Nobody cares about them. Thaddeus Duke wants to make Madness mean as much as the rest of the XWF. I am the ONLY person on this roster who appreciates what that means. Me. Not you.

Myra Rivers: Now I KNOW you’re full of shit when you say that.

Myra does show some anger on her face.

Myra Rivers: Because nobody appreciates what that means more than I do. I could’ve been like so many other people that were on this show and just bailed on it when things weren’t going so well, but I stayed through thick and thin. I fought my way through every obstacle, in the ring and out of the ring, to get what I’ve gotten. I’ve had to endure bullshit after bullshit for years on end to get to the level that I’ve gotten to inside that ring and I’ve never been better than I am right now. Tell me that I give a damn about whether or not you respect me, because the fact of the matter is, I don’t. I stopped giving a shit about what people think of me. I’ve stopped listening to people like you because the fact of the matter is, people like YOU are a bunch of noise. What I’ve done here DOES matter and if you want to throw a bitterness party left and right just because you can’t let go of 2009 or whatever your fucking problem is, be my guest. You’re just NOT going to regain any glory you’re trying so HARD to regain at my expense. PERIOD! I AM the face of this brand whether you like it or not.

Kieran King: The face of this brand?! When people talk about Madness, do you really think they talk about YOU?

He forces a laugh.

Kieran King: Sure you stuck around, but it seems to me like it's just been so you can mope about the past yourself. You want me to let go of the past? Lemme know when you stop talking about Sin City Wrestling. 'Cause I've been using my rep, not to whine about that ish but to build Madness on my fucking back. Let's run through the list:

In my first match on Madness, I brought the then XWF Universal Champion Mark Flynn in to fight me. I put eyes on this brand from day one! I turned around and got Raion Kido's attention when he became champ again too. He wanted to throw down on Warfare but I said no, Madness or nothing, because I wanted to USE him to build this brand! He dropped his nuts, but the offer is still open.

When Action Wrestling put out an open invite for their CruiserHavoc, I flew the Madness banner there!

And Jacki O'Lantern can thump her chest about finally getting her championship back from me back in Saudi Arabia but I think in all the delay in getting the tapes out of that hellhole of a country, people lost sight of just where I was the day before that. I was on Murder Island! ARCADIA anyone? YA BOY went there to represent Madness, and you know how I mentioned Raion Kido before? He was the XWF Universal Champion and I outlasted him! For Madness!

Myra, girl, I've been putting in the work to get this show moving from the day I fucking got here. You want to jump on board the train now? Cool, be my guest. But as far as positioning yourself in anyway as the World Champ around here, nobody's buying what you're selling. So I'm going to carry THIS championship…

He pats his shoulder once again.

Kieran King: …around everywhere I go; I'm going to represent this brand while I do it; and when push comes to shove, it's not Myra Rivers that anybody will be talking about when it comes to Madness. It's Kieran fucking King.

With a dropped shoulder, King barges past Myra and off screen. She glares after him until he is out of sight, before marching off in a different direction.

Brody Goodman: Ladies and gentlemen, bold words from our World Champion, Myra Rivers, and even bolder words from the man who also claims to be the World Champ, Kieran King! I'm not sure how this will all play out!

JC: Brody, you’re grinning from ear to ear. Are you okay?

Brody Goodman: If you call my hotline right now, I have the inside scoop on why Thaddeus Duke’s chosen champion is Kieran King and NOT Myra Rivers!

For just 9.99 per minute you can find out what I know. Call 1-900-999-9999 and listen to all of the news rumors and gossip overheard by yours truly… Beautiful Brody Goodman!

Not only do I have the scoop on King but I also have the scoop on the Kevin Mears contract situation! I have it on good authority from the best sources that not only is Kevin Mears NOT re-signing with the XWF, but he also turned down the ultra rare favored nations clause offered to him just this past Friday by GM Thaddeus Duke.

That number again is 1-900-999-9999!

Holy shit guys! Back to you.

We fade back to ringside as Jacuinde stares at Damon as he dials on his cell phone.

JC: Who you calling?

DR: Brody Goodman. That guys for real right?

JC: Not even close.

DR: Oh.

Damon ends his call and lays his phone down as Jacuinde laughs at him.

DR: Never mind then.

JC: (still laughing) We’ll be right back!

JC: Back here on Madness and… Damon, you didn’t even thank me for saving you like a hundred bucks.

DR: Steak later on me.

JC: Earlier in the week, our cameras caught up with Drake Hemingway as he prepared for tonights match with Penelope. Let’s take a look.

Darkness is what we “see” as we transition from what was shown before this. A single flame can now be seen to give a little illumination to the backdrop, which isn’t much. The single flame is enough to showcase only the face of Drake Hemingway. He speaks softly.

Drake Hemingway: “Seeking to become World Champion has always been the predictable prize in the landscape of professional wrestling. I have watched men and women. Some virtuous. Others, not bothering to hide their corruptive nature, vye to slay their competition with the noted intention of fastening a strap with a shiny gold plate in the middle around their waist. Or in some instances, carry on their shoulders.”

“A World Championship has become the equivalent of a God to the men and women who put their bodies through horrors most of you pedestrians watching at home don’t have the resolve to commit too. Watching what we do appears glamorous. The undisputed truth is NOTHING we do should be mythicized. We exist in a cruel world. Professional wrestling is a microcosm of the world you believe you are escaping from watching us essentially play the role of a dancing monkey...”

“So how do I factor into this equation?”

“Am I like the donkey chasing the carrot, blind to the reality that exists in front of me?”

“I see this tournament for what it is, entertainment for you unwashed masses. I take no pleasure stepping into the ring with Penelope. I am fond of her. She helped me at a time in my life when I was lost, since our partnership, she has become an even bigger star than any of you thought possible. You often saw me on social media reminding each and every single one of you not to underestimate this woman. I am the last one on this planet to underestimate what she is capable of.”

“If I am being forthright, she should overcome the challenge I represent, not because I am going to take it easy on her. I won’t. She’d kill me if I did. I am a pragmatist at the end of the day. This is my first in ring action in months, sparring is far different than the actual heat of competition. I could think of no one better to test myself against than the winner of the Calamity Chamber.”

“If I lose, I won’t fret. The World Championship is not my great prize. I will always have the bigger picture in mind. What is that you might wonder... well... stay tuned to find out.”

Drake blows out the candle. FADE. TO. BLACK.

JC: Some ominous words from Drake Hemingway!

DR: Not entirely without merit. I like it. Drake pulled back the veil a little and that can ruffle some feathers, but… I like people that ruffle feathers.

JC: Woah Damon! We gotta get backstage! I’m told something is going down…

Backstage, Enigma and Cyrus Braddock have caught the Bing Bong Twinzz. The larger men beat the holy hell out of the smaller tatted weirdos from Florida. Punches, kicks, stomps and clubs galore occur before the two bodyguards deliver a pair of chokeslams in stereo on the Twinzz, sending them through the catering tables.

Cy and Enigma look at each other a moment, with their chests heaving and the faces resting at anger, the duo walks off camera as Brody Goodman enters the scene.

Brody Goodman: Guys I’mma see if I can get a word with my friends! The tag team champions, the Bing Bong Twinzz!

Cash App, MC! I just wanted to congratulate you on your recent success in capturing the tag team titles!

He leans down, holding the mic in front of the unconscious twins.

JC: They literally lost the belts like an hour after they found them, Brody.

Brody Goodman: Oh for real? Ain’t that some shit? Alright then… MC, Lil Cash App… can you tell us your future plans or maybe how you plan to recapture the titles?

DR: (laughing) You know they’re unconscious, right?

Brody Goodman: Well that explains everything!

Goodman begins to stand upright and notices a figure looming over him.

Brody Goodman: Thaddeus Duke! To what do I owe the…

Shut up Brody. When these two wake up, let ‘em know that MC is booted from the tournament.

Brody Goodman: But Mr. Duke! You can’t do that!

I can and I just did. Also let ‘em know that in two weeks, they’ll have their shot at revenge when the Bing Bong Twinzz take on the team of Enigma and Cyrus Braddock.

Thad begins to walk off and Brody grabs him by the wrist.

Brody Goodman: If I may sir…

Thad nods.

Brody Goodman: Earlier tonight, Chris Mosh raised a valid point that perhaps the man that doesn’t get the win and doesn’t get beat tonight in the main event… the odd man out so to speak… that perhaps they should get a pass into the semi-finals.

If Chris Mosh wants to make sure he advances in the tournament, he should worry about Walker Hill and Sean Parker. I will consider his point but I’m not prepared to make a ruling just yet.

Anything else Brody?

Brody Goodman: No sir.

Good.

Thad walks off leaving Brody and the busted up Bing Bong Twinzz by themselves. Brody looks like he’s about to speak but instead, just exits stage left.

JC: MC is out of the tournament!

DR: That’s all well and good, but what about Elijah Copeland? And what about making the Bing Bong Twinzz face those two monsters, Enigma and Cyrus Braddock?

JC: I think the General Manager likes to torment those two. Fans, we’ll be back.

JC: We’re back here on Madness and we’re headed back to the ring!

DR: It’s kinda been a wild night, Jacuinde. And it’s not even over yet!

RA: The following tournament match is set for one fall! Introducing first!

RA: From Salem, Massachusetts, weighing 2 hundred 45 pounds…. DRRRAKE! HEMINGGGWAYYYYY!

The lights go out. "Exciter" by Judas Priest plays from the loud speaker. Steam rises from the stage. Out walks Drake Hemingway. The spotlight shines on him as though he is an angel being given to us from the heavens, his aura tells a different story. He walks down to the ring. Drake walks up the steel steps, walks across the apron. He walks to the center of the ring as the lights come back on. He stands there stoically waiting

JC: No doubt Drake Hemmingway poses a physical risk to Penelope!

DR: Yeah, that’s true. But Penelope is as tough as they come. This isn’t anything new to her!

RA: His opponent.

RA: From Fort Worth, Texas. PEEEENELOPPPPEEE!

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walka down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked step on the floor before at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl, and makes her way to one of the corners as she waits on her opponent.

JC: What she lacks in size, Penelope more than makes up for in wit, in skill…

DR: She won the damn Calamity Chamber, Jacuinde. She’s that… damn… good.

The bell rings, and the match is underway. Penelope wastes no time, employing her quickness to circle around Drake, looking for an opening. Drake, on the other hand, stands his ground, unperturbed, his eyes locked onto Penelope who makes the first move. She darts forward with lightning speed and connecting with a series of Running European Uppercuts that catch Drake unawares. But Drake’s resilience is he absorbs the blows and retaliates with a powerful dropkick that sends Penelope crashing to the mat.

JC: What a devastating dropkick!

DR: I think the size difference made it look worse than it was!

As Penelope quickly rises to her feet, Drake seizes the opportunity, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her in forcefully and executes a perfectly-executed Scoop Slam. Drake follows up with a series of leg drops, his methodical approach in stark contrast to Penelope’s agility. His well-conditioned legs smash across Penelope’s solar plexus and after the last one, Drake transitions into a pinning combination and the referee counts:

JC: 1!...2!...

DR: Penelope powered out!

JC: Incredible!

She sits up ominously and Drake just stares at her, his gaze unmoved. Penelope scoots to her feet with cat-like agility and speed though. She runs up Drake’s body, rotating around his head and neck before making a full rotation and drills him with a Satellite DDT. Sensing an opening, Penelope transitions seamlessly into a Wheelbarrow Facebuster that drives Drake’s head into the mat. Penelope uses her legs to roll Drake over into a pinning combination and the referee’s hand hits the mat for:

JC: Penelope pinning combinationnnn annnd no!

DR: Drake kicks out here in this great match!

But Drake’s brawler-like instincts kick in and he kicks out. He looks pissed off as he athletically rolls back to a vertical base, using the ropes for momentum and almost puts his foot through Penelope’s face with a pulsating Scissors Kick. She staggers back into the ropes, her head snapping back. Drake doesn’t give her time to recover though and follows up with a hellacious Discus Big Boot, again driving the sole of his boot straight into her face as she reels into the corner.

countering with a punishing Scissors Kick that caught Penelope off guard. He followed up with a Discus Big Boot that sent Penelope reeling into the corner. Drake capitalizes on his open target, charging in for a Running Big Boot, but Penelope displays her agility and has the wherewithal to evade the attack and causing Drake to crash into the turnbuckle, his foot caught precariously on the top of it. Penelope takes advantage, grabbing Drake around the waist from behind and launches him over her head with a brilliant Rollthrough German suplex. She keeps up the momentum, showing impressive strength to lift Drake up and drills him over knee and uses his superior weight to rotate him into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker.

Penelope’s newly adopted aggressive approach comes to the forefront as she unleashes a rapid succession of strikes, driving a disoriented Drake back into the corner. She builds up a head of steam and runs sends him reeling with a Running Hurricanrana.

Drake, undeterred, unleashed his own arsenal, connecting with a powerful Electric Chair Facebuster that leaves Penelope sprawled on the mat. He transitions smoothly into a German Suplex, showcasing his technical prowess.

But Penelope has surprises of her own. She counters a Snake Eyes attempt with a Ripcord Knee Strike that staggers Drake. As he stumbles back, Penelope propels herself off the ropes and delivers the Leucotomy Kamigoye Knee Strike that connects with precision, leaving Drake crumpled on the mat.

As Drake struggles to regain his bearings, Penelope seizes the moment, transitioning into the Lament Configuration. She scissors Drake’s arm and applies the Lament Configuration Crossface, wrenching back with all her strength. Drake’s face contorts in pain as he fights against the submission hold, his strength waning.

But Drake is not one to back down easily. With a surge of energy, he manages to begin to power out and break the hold!

JC: Hemingway!

DR: If he breaks this hold…

JC: Penelope will have to dig deeper into her bag of tricks!

Penelope shifts and locks the hold in even tighter. Hemingway cries out in obvious pain. Soon, he can take no more of it and taps out.

WINNER: Penelope by submission in 14:25

JC: What incredible, gutsy performances by these two competitors!

DR: That was a brilliant match from start to finish and a lot of people might think it shows weakness in tapping out but, at the end of the day, sometimes its the only thing you can do to save yourself from permanent injury!

Drake rolls out of the ring clutching his arm and shoulder. He backpedals up the aisle and gives a nod to Penelope.

JC: Mutual respect from these two athletes but Penelope will advance to the semi-finals!

DR: I haven’t seen the odds, but overcoming odds, at least on paper, seems to be the thing Penelope is best at!

JC: Two more matches on the slate tonight! Stay with us.

JC: Sean Parker! He’ll be in action tonight in the main event, but he’s gonna join us a little early!

DR: These kids got incredible talent. I really can’t wait to see him in action.

“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity starts to play throughout the arena. As the song plays its slow, building intro, Sean Parker appears on the stage to a massive cheer from the fans. He acknowledges the cheers with fist pumps as he makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stares around the sold-out Manhattan Center, a big grin on his face. He goes over and accepts a microphone from the ring announcer.

Sean: How are we doing tonight, Manhattan?

The crowd cheers again and Sean’s grin widens.

Sean: I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I know Thad has booked an incredible show for you all tonight and I’m excited to see how it all unfolds. I mean come on, it’s my first official night as a XWF competitor, how awesome is that!?

The crowd cheers loudly before Sean continues.

Sean: And, can you believe I’m in the main event tonight? A triple threat match against Walker Hill and Chris Mosh, the VIP himself!

The crowd gives mixed reactions to Sean’s mention of Mosh’s and Walker’s names.

Sean: I mean, to already be in the World Championship, it really is the stuff dreams are made of. And you know, when Thad asked me to come meet him, when we met, he said “Tell me, Sean, what do you want to achieve in your career? What is the dream of the so-called King of the Skies?”

And I told him without missing a beat… I told him, “I want to be the best, I want to hold championships, I want to be the standard bearer. When people ask what makes a professional wrestler stand out from the rest, I want people to say my name. When fans argue about who is the GOAT, I want my name to be the one fans argue should be in the conversation.”

He looked at me and without taking his eyes off mine, slid a contract across the table between us and said, “Well, in that case, I think you’ll want to sign here…and that’s exactly what I did!

The crowd cheers even louder as Sean walks around the ring, looking into the audience in the Manhattan Center before he stops and leans on the nearest top rope.

Sean: Like I said, to be involved in a tournament to determine a new number one contender for Myra Rivers’ World Championship on just my second appearance on Madness, it really is an honor. It’s a testament to the faith Thad has shown in my abilities inside this ring and I intend to repay that faith tonight against Chris Mosh and Walker Hill. Like the age old expression goes, you only get one chance to make a good first impression.

I know both of them have already said how much they both need this match, how much they need this victory and I don’t blame them, a chance to get off the mark in a tournament that could potentially have repercussions for the main event scene for Madness.

But to be honest, I know why this match is especially important to both Chris and Walker. Both guys have up and down journeys in the last year or so here in XWF on Madness. I mean Chris, he’s been through the ringer… a former IDL Champion, Equatorial Champion, Trios Champion, he’s practically done it all, hasn’t he. But sandwiched between those wins, he lost the IDL title to Elijah Copeland, the mix-up against the United Elite, missing out in that Fatal Four-Way at Madness 6 and losing to Josslyn Spencer at Madness 8. But then again, this is your redemption arc, Chris, isn’t it?

And I can’t forget about Walker Hill. That name commands a profound sense of admiration from me. I know you came into XWF at the start of the year and you yourself have had a tumultuous time of it but you’ve shown a lot of grit and determination to ride that storm and I have to say, I was really impressed with how you pulled out that win against a former World Champion in Eljah Copeland last week. Make no mistake, I am acutely aware that underestimating both of your abilities would be a catastrophe on my part and believe me, I have no interest in dropping the ball on my first night on the job.

Sean stops for a moment, letting his words settle with the sold-out crowd and those watching him from behind the curtain backstage.

Sean: But let's not forget the reigning World Champion, Myra Rivers. Myra, your journey to the pinnacle of this industry has been nothing short of awe-inspiring. Your resilience, your determination, they've defined you as a true champion, and I tip my hat to you. You've etched your name into the annals of XWF history, and it's with the utmost respect that I enter this tournament to determine who earns the right to face you at Relentless.

Now, my gaze turns to a different intrigue – the enigmatic saga of "Will He? Won't He?" that surrounds Kevin Mears. Kevin, your vlogs and your streams have been an interesting watch…coming from a fellow streamer myself, I have to say, I’m a little impressed.

Thad's vision in bringing me into the XWF, into the heart of Madness, speaks volumes. He saw a potential, an opportunity for something remarkable to unfold, and, whilst I am committed to realizing that potential, there is one thing I will not be… and that is a pawn… a bargaining chip used to help you make more money. I am a World Champion, Kevin and I am no pawn… I am a King!

The passion in Sean’s voice resonates with the crowd in the Manhattan Center and it draws a slight, confident smile on the face of the WCW World Champion.

Sean: Kevin, I know you’re here tonight and I know you’ve got something to say so go ahead and get it out of your system. Say what you want, whether you sign on or not; it makes no end to me. I am still sticking around here on Monday nights for a long time, I’m still going after the World Championship, I’m going after the United States Championship. If you want to stick around and be part of things and give me that challenge Thad is so sure you can give me, so be it, but don’t think for one moment I am going to give you one more ounce of thought until I am standing across the ring from you, not when I have an opportunity to become World Champion! The ball’s in your court, mate!

Sean drops the mic in the centre of the ring as he takes his leave, his music playing throughout the arena.

JC: Strong words tonight from Sean Parker!

DR: Indeed! But this is a business of backing up your words and we’ll see just how well he does that a little later on tonight!

JC: Folks, when we come back, the tournament continues!

Back from break, the bell rings, grabbing the attention of the Universe.

RA: The following tournament match is set for one fall! Introducing first… GRIMGORRR IIIIIRONNHIIIIIDE!

As Grimgor's song begins to hit the PA system, DA ONCE AND FUTURE GIT appears on the stage, screaming "GRIMGOR IZ DA BEST!" . He marches down to the apron and climbs to the ring without paying any heed to the fans, and once he's in the center, he raises up his fist and lets out a savage scream: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

JC: What a… terrifying individual!

DR: I’ve seen some strange things in my time, but this… just might be the strangest.

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Barcelona… being accompanied tonight by her entourage… MMMMARISOLL VILLLLARRRROOO!!

JC: What is this!?

DR: More like… who!?

JC: You have GOT to be kidding me!

DR: She kids you not! The tag team champions Majestuosa Manor, her bodyguard Cyrus Braddock AND her very good friend Yelena Gorgo are ALL coming to the ring tonight to cheer her on!

JC: I smell shenanigans, Damon!

DR: Of course you do. It’s Marisol Vilaro!

JC: Two weeks ago on this program, she had Cy Braddock beat the hell out of Johnny Miami and tonight, you just know she has another plan!

DR: Have you seen what she’s up against? I could hardly blame her!

JC: Damon, come on! There is no way that…

DR: Look, I’m not saying I condone it, but looking in that ring right now, I can certainly understand it!

The official orders everyone of Vilaro’s entourage to the floor. The last one to leave is her loyal bodyguard, Cyrus Braddock. The bell rings and immediately, the tag champions climb onto the apron, grabbing the referees attention. That gives Cy and Gorgo on the other side of the ring, an opening to attack. The muscled up duo gets on the apron and starts clubbing at Grimgor, taking him out of any fight for the time being as he tries and fails to fight off the powerful duo. Gorgo will trap an arm, allowing Cy to beat on him. When Grimgor breaks free, they switch it up, continually keeping the large greenish brute on the defensive.

JC: This isn’t a match! It’s a mugging!

DR: Welcome to New York City!

With Grimgor trapped in the corner, Vilaro charges across the ring and drops a shoulder to the inside of his knee. He drops to the mat in a heap of pain. Yelena and Cy drop to the floor and back away from the ring. The tag champs do the same as Vilaro goes to work on her large, green foe. She kicks and stomps away at the lower, ailing limb of Grimgor in an attempt to ground the man.

Grimgor yelps out in pain as he crawls away, dragging his leg behind him. Vilaro won’t let up though as she drops an elbow into his sternum. She pops back to her feet and drops another, then another then stops to do some pushups.

JC: It’s easy to be cocky when you’re in a 5 on 1 handicap match!

DR: She still has to find a way to keep him on the mat long enough for the ref to count it.

Vilaro gets back to her feet and unwisely celebrates as the crowd boos and Grimgor fights back toward his feet. Mari notices last minute and lays in some more kicks and stomps. Grimgor catches her leg and Vilaro tries to pull away. The hulk of a … man… yanks her leg toward him, pulling her into a clobbering lariat that turns her inside out.

Grimgor bought himself some separation as he gets to his feet. Limping around the ring, he shakes the pain from his ailing knee as he reaches down and grabs her by her weight lifting belt. Suddenly the belt gives way and Marisol hits the mat. With her weight lifting belt in his hand, he has evil intentions as he wraps the belt around his massive fist.

DR: You know, it boggles my mind how you can sit there and think that a man that is four times her physical size is somehow at a disadvantage even if she has outside help!

JC: Grimgor don’t do it!

Grimgor rears back, but just as he tries to swing forward, the referee grabs the belt and hangs on for dear life. The two struggle over the belt for a moment and Marisol takes advantage, clipping him in the back of his already hurting knee. Grimgor collapses again. The referee hands the weight lifting belt to Yelena Gorgo on the outside.

DR: Vilaro with the cover!

JC: And Grimgor powers out at 1!

Vilaro was thrown so high that she landed on her feet. Ironhide works his way back to his feet and Vilaro traps his head, turns… and Grimgor counters the neckbreaker by thrusting his pelvis backward into Marisol. Vilaro lurches forward, crashing into the turnbuckle before staggering backward right into Grimgor’s clutches. He lifts her up and front power slams her to the mat and hooks the leg.

JC: 1!....2!....

DR: Foot on the rope!

JC: No thanks to Cy Braddock!

DR: You know how it goes, Jacuinde. If the referee didn’t see it, it just didn’t happen.

Grimgor gets to his feet thinking he’s won the match. Instead, the referee has the unenviable task of telling him he’s wrong. Thinking nothing of it, Grimgor goes back to work as he grabs Marisol by her hair and lifts her to her feet. He quickly grabs her by the throat and as soon as he does, Majestuosa Manor are on the apron drawing the officials attention.

Grimgor shoves Marisol away and lunges toward the tag team champions. They both scream in horror and switch sides, running around the ring post to the next apron. The official admonishes them both but they’re pleading their case. Grimgor turns to refocus himself on Vilaro, but Gorgo throws a bottle of some kind. As Grimgor reaches down for Marisols hair, she squirts body oil into his eyes.

Stunned in place, Grimgor is doubled over. Big Cy Braddock enters the ring and quickly lifts Grimgor Ironhide off his feet and powerbombs him to the mat.

JC: Vilaro’s Justice!

DR: She makes the cover! The help evacuates!

JC: 1!....2!....3!

WINNER: Marisol Vilaro by pinfall in 8:46

JC: This… this has been a miscarriage of justice tonight on Madness!

DR: No! That was Vilaro’s Justice! (he laughs)

JC: By hook and most certainly by crook, Marisol Vilaro has defeated Grimgor Ironhide!

DR: She’ll advance into the semi-finals and that’s all that mattered here tonight! She came with a plan, she enacted that plan… you know, with a little help from her friends… and Marisol is the victor whether you or this crowd like it or not!

JC: This is the second show in a row where Grimgor Ironhide had the match won but lost due to outside substances.

DR: I mean, the man… or whatever the hell he is… is a beast and it took five people colluding in order to take him down.

JC: Fans, still to come on Madness, the triple threat main event pitting Walker Hill and Chris Mosh versus the debuting Sean Parker. Stay with us.

JC: We’re back here in Manhattan and in just a moment, we’ll be headed to the ring for the main event…

JC: Wait a minute!

DR: Sean Parker all but confirmed it earlier tonight!

JC: It’s Kevin Mears!

“The One” by Slaughterhouse featuring the New Royales begins to play before Kevin Mears appears at the top of the stage. In a pair of black jeans and a red and black silk shirt that was unbuttoned, he looks amused by something before adjusting the dripping heart sunglasses on his face and extending his hand towards someone…that turns out to be Serenity Holmes. He holds her arm up to let her twirl around for the crowd into his arm before kissing her.

JC: It was rumored! He’d alluded to it on twitter! But Kevin Mears is in the house, Damon!

DR: I’ve been in this business a long time, Jacuinde! So few have what Kevin has. The man is an absolute heat seeker!

He starts snapping his fingers before a pair of microphones are handed up to him and Serenity before he starts to speak.

Kevin: What’s up, Manhattan? You already know who I am. You already know Kevin Mears. You already know this woman right here. Hell, she showed up on the last show right here in this building. The gold magnet herself, title collector and my girlfriend…most important title she has in my mind…Serenity Holmes.

The audience goes ballistic in representing their addiction to seeing Serenity Holmes who smiles at the reaction she’s receiving.

Serenity: Hello ladies and gentlemen! Yes and thank you Kevin for the introductions. The last time I was here, I introduced the new XWF Madness World Championship belt to Myra Rivers because I wanted to help embrace the amazing talent we have in this company! With that said, there’s a lot of questions or better yet Kevin, would you say there’s been a lot of chatter?

Kevin: There’s been a lot of chatter around my name when it comes to the XWF. Is Kevin gonna renew his contract with the XWF? Is he gonna walk out and wash his hands of the place? All valid questions, which I’ll answer shortly. But why, you might ask, was the decision so hard to make? That’s simple, because previous management didn’t have a damn clue what they had. I spent a year in meaningless matches, none of which had any bearing on anything. And while I made a lot of money, I was bored. Now we got Thaddeus Duke running the show, and already making a lot more sense. After all, he’s been trying to get a new deal signed., And on the last show, he made a point of making it known he brought my girlfriend to the show.

Kevin looks towards his girlfriend.

Kevin: DId you think I wasn’t aware Serenity was going to be at the last Madness? Did you think it was going to be some big surprise to me that you brought her to make an appearance? Hell, I knew about her being here before she told you she was coming.

Serenity: Sorry guys, he’s my boyfriend. What I do, he knows first.

Serenity shrugs her shoulders and smiles at Kevin.

Kevin: Now don’t get me wrong. Bringing her to the show was smart. If I were trying to revive interest in a brand that was in shambles, I’d have Serenity in every part of the show. She’d open and close the show and be on it somewhere throughout. After all, this is Serenity Holmes.

Serenity: It’s no doubt I was reached because Thaddaeus sees what I can do. I appreciated his offer and I took it because I enjoy the respect. It was an honor for me to unveil the new XWF Madness World Championship to Myra Rivers. However, I think there was another person Thad brought out?

Kevin: One thing that Thad also did was bring out Sean Parker, who seems hella intent on having a match with me. That doesn’t surprise me, but it wasn’t until he started tweeting me that it did surprise me. Because he has no idea who I am. He asked why he should give a shit about me, and my bad on not responding to that tweet because Twitter filtered out your replies because it didn’t feel you were a quality tweet per the filter. But my question is if he doesn’t know who I am or why he should give a shit about me, why are you running your mouth? Serenity, tell Sean Parker who I am, if you please.

Serenity: Hello Sean Parker. If ignorance is bliss, I wonder what heaven is for you. Congratulations on becoming the new WCW World Champion and I understand you brought that championship to Madness because you’re so proud of the journey from being paralyzed. However, you’re making one crucial mistake, if you think my boyfriend, Kevin, needs motivation from you? No. He has the motivation within himself to become the face of Madness. However, you want to think that you have this match in the bag? We appreciate your confidence but never underestimate a man when you’re waving a world championship in his face.

Kevin: The fact is I love it when people underestimate me. I love it when they automatically go into a match with me and think it’s already a foregone conclusion. And he’s the one you’re supposed to be cheering. AIn’t that some shit? That’s one of the dumbest comments I’ve ever heard in my life. Maybe he’s bipolar, I don’t know. He must be on the Vilaro System.

He grins towards Serenity as he says it.

Serenity: Don’t even remind me of that.

Kevin: Serenity, you ever go into a match or ask for one with someone you don’t know anything about?

Serenity: Here’s the thing babe; Professional wrestling is a hit or miss. We’ll face people we know everything or nothing about; Your opponent made it clear where he stands in Madness but you know where you also stand, love. All we know is that someone is in front of us and in order to win, we beat them right down to the canvas where they belong.

Kevin: That’s what I thought. So when the question is asked if I decided to renew my deal? Well Thad met my requirements. So yeah, I renewed and am back in XWF here on Madness. And what that means is Madness is once again gonna have to deal with the only two Aces in a deck full of jokers, including Summer. And whether it’s Sean Parker who don’t know who anybody is….it doesn’t really matter. Because the story of my career is always the last verse being the same as the first. When you hear my name get called by the ring announcer, it always gets said again after the bell. Madness, you just got dealt another hand another and I’m the one with all the Aces. And I always play with house money!

He gives Serenity another twirl before leaving the arena hand in hand with his girlfriend.

JC: It is official!

DR: Dammmn that kid!

JC: What kid?

DR: My son in law. Y’know, I doubted him when I first met him. Thought he was an arrogant prick. I mean, he is… but he makes shit happen. No one can deny that.

JC: Kevin Mears is back in the fold on Monday nights and we are now destined to have a major league clash between Kevin Mears and Sean Parker somewhere down the line!

DR: That’s a heavyweight fight, signed sealed and on its way!

JC: Kevin Mears is playing with house money, as he said, Damon. The adage says the house always wins but that remains to be seen. Folks, up next… the main event.

JC: We’re back to the Madness, folks! We’ve taken our last break and we’ll be with you throughout the remainder of the night.

DR: I don’t know about you, Jacuinde. But, I feel like Madness has been a crazy ride from start to finish tonight and now we’re about to be treated to a triple threat main event.

JC: I guess you could say that tonights show…

DR: Don’t you dare say it…

JC: Has been…

DR: …Don’t…

JC: Madness.

DR: Hate you.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen the following main event is a triple threat match set for one fall!

RA: Introducing first! From Scotland… weighing 2 hundred 15 pounds… SSSEANN PARRRKERRR!

“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity starts to play throughout the arena. As the song plays its slow, building intro, Sean Parker appears on the stage in a hooded waistcoat. He goes down on one knee, his head low as sparks fill the stage area. When the song explodes into life, Sean leaps to his feet, his arms outstretched and his hood falls back behind him. Sean walks confidently to the ring, running as he gets ringside and slides effortlessly under the bottom rope. He takes off his waistcoat, tossing it into the crowd before he climbs up one of the turnbuckles and fist pumps before doing a backflip back down as his music fades out.

RA: His opponent!

RA: From Gun Barrel City, Texas! Weighing 2 hundred 30 pounds… WWWALKERRR HIIIILLLLLLL!

Be Cowboy” performed by Black Stone Cherry begins as a spotlight shines down on the ramp. Walker Hill burst through the curtain and throws up the horns as some red, white, and blue pyro shoots off. Walker yells out a hearty YEE HAW! before he starts making his way down the ramp. He slaps hands with some fans along the way, then makes his way up the steps and hops into the ring. He throws the horns up and yells another YEE HAW before he tosses his hat into the crowd.

RA: Their opponent!

RA: From Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing 2 hundred 10 pounds… The VEEEE IIIIII PEEEEEE CHRRRRRISSS MOOOOOOSSSHHH!

JC: Three men with only one winner.

DR: One, brand new to the XWF. Brand new to Madness!

JC: One up and coming young star!

DR: One former XWF World Champion!

JC: One shot at advancing to the semi-finals and that match begins… NOW!

The crowd is alive as the bell rings. The three men each adopt a ready stance. Sean Parker is the first to advance forward as he goes for Walker Hill, but Hill wisely steps back leaving the three of them at a stalemate. Parker charges toward Mosh, but Mosh attempts a clothesline counter. Parker ducks underneath though and Mosh takes the opportunity to hit Hill with it instead. Hill goes down as Parker bounces off the ropes. Mosh bends to body drop but Parker slides on his ass and sends a knuckle thrust into his throat that sends him reeling.

Parker is back to his feet and gives chase to Mosh as he tries to regain the air but Hill grabs him from behind. Parker quickly counters with pele kick right to the top of the skull of Walker Hill that sends him right back to the mat. Sean refocuses his attention to Chris Mosh but Mosh is there to grab him and send him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

DR: Quick cover from Mosh!

JC: Two and a kickout from Sean Parker!

Mosh gets back to his feet, but Walker is back up and grabs him from behind nailing an inverted DDT.

DR: And now Hill with the cover!

JC: Kickout at two as this match continues at a break-neck pace!

Walker Hill is back to his feet quickly. He lifts Chris Mosh to his feet and tosses him out of the ring in order to focus his attention on Sean Parker. Hill lifts Parker to his feet then scoops him up and bodyslams him to the mat. Hill back to his feet, again brings Parker to his. Again Hill scoops him up, then launches him overhead and down to the mat with a fallaway slam.

Hill sits up on the mat and leans his body against Sean Parker.

JC: 1!...2!... annnnd

DR: Reversal!

JC: 1!.... 2!...

DR: Walker Hill kicks out!

Hill is up first and just as Parker gets to his hands and knees, Hill delivers a punt kick to his ribs sending Parker reeling away across the ring in agony. Walker Hill stands in wait for Parker to get back to his feet. But behind him, Chris Mosh enters the ring and grabs him from behind. Gathering as much strength as he can, he powers Hill up and over the top rope with a modified belly to back suplex that causes Hill to take a nasty spill to the outside.

With Parker almost vertical, Mosh rushes to him and traps him up before sending him to the mat with a snap suplex. Back to his feet he pulls Parker to his before planting him in the center of the ring with a vicious DDT.

JC: Hook of the leggg… twooo annnndd….

DR: Parker kicks out!

Mosh peels off toward the corner allowing Parker to get up under his own power. As he does, Mosh lunges from the corner with a super kick. Parker evades it though and grabs Mosh by his leg and sends him to the mat with a capture suplex.

Both men lay on the mat as Walker Hill makes his way to the apron. Slowly he works his way to the top rope with his back to the ring. He leaps off with a moonsault. Parker rolls out of the way, pulling Mosh with him, effectively causing Mosh to take the blow instead of himself.

Parker is slow to get up but Hill exits to the apron. As Parker gets upright, Hill slingshots himself over the top into the ring and nails a lariat on Parker.

JC: King of the Hill!

DR: Hook of the leg!

JC: 1!....2!.... And a kickout from Sean Parker!

Parker rolls to the apron as Hill focuses his attention on Chris Mosh. Hill grabs a handful of Mosh’s hair and pulls him to his feet before hoisting him up into a firemens carry. He turns to position himself but takes a springboard missile dropkick to the chest from Sean Parker.

Mosh lands weerily on his feet as Hill crashes to the mat. Parker is back up as quickly as he can and turns around, walking right into a superkick! Parker stumbles and tumbles through the ropes as Mosh tries and fails to keep him in the ring. Parker hits the apron and lays there.

On a splitscreen, Kevin Mears is shown backstage with Srerenity Holmes watching the match unfold.

JC: No doubt, Kevin Mears has a vested interest in this match!

DR: He may not be in the tournament, but he’s definitely got Sean Parker sooner or later!

Back in the ring, Hill works himself back to his feet but eats a superkick from Chris Mosh for his trouble. Walker Hill staggers backward and bounces off the ropes. The momentum carries him forward several steps before Mosh settles in behind him and drops him with a vertebreaker!

JC: This is gonna do it!

DR: Chris Mosh will advance!

1!

2!

3!????????????????

JC: Leap of faith!

DR: Holy cow what a move!

Parker hits both men with his twisting 1080 senton.

JC: Mosh is out of the ring!

DR: He hooks the leg of Walker Hill!

1!

2!

3!?????????????????????

3!

WINNER: Sean Parker by pinfall in 17:21

Kevin Mears is shown nodding his head before walking off with his girlfriend.

JC: Sean Parker advances!

DR: That was an incredible match and it could have gone either of their ways!

JC: It’s an impressive debut though for Sean Parker as he punches his ticket to the semi-finals!

DR: I don’t know what’s next for Walker Hill, but Chris Mosh is still the number one contender to the United States title!

JC: The field has been cut in half tonight but Penelope, Marisol Vilaro, Summer Page and now Sean Parker have all advanced to the semi-finals!

DR: Just as Kevin Mears was seen watching this match, you have to think the World Champion Myra Rivers was too! There’s four challengers for her championship! Each with different sets of skills and talents. Each presents their own unique challenge to Myra’s throne.

JC: We are just about out of time and while we don’t know who will face who, we do know that the semi-finals are confirmed to be taking place in two weeks!

DR: Not only that, but there’s a pair of tag matches as well with Majestuosa Manor set to defend their tag team titles against Eren Hunt and Gabriel Landry.

JC: And how could we forget the match Thaddeus Duke made a little while ago as Cyrus Braddock and Enigma will team up to take on former tag team champions, the Bing Bong Twinzz.

DR: Jacuinde, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I signed to come here but I guess it’s in the name… it’s Madness.

JC: It really is and it’s an exciting time here on the green brand. I don’t know what the hell is going on on the blue brand but Madness is really beginning to take shape so join us next week!

Brody Goodman (voiceover): And don’t forget to call the hotline at 1-900-999-9999!

JC: God dammit Brody.

DR: We’ll see ya in two weeks on Madness!]]>

As "THRIFT SHOP" begins to play, Eren walks out of gorilla wearing his oversized fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving as many fans as he can before getting to ring side. He climbs the stairs in the corner, getting into the ring before going to each side of the ring, pumping up the crowd before making his way to his corner, removing his entrance gear and preparing for the match.

DR: Eren Hunt is one of the better young strikers in the game, Jacuinde! He and Landry have a clash of styles so this should be an interesting match!

JC: Eren Hunt is also fresh off a debut victory on Madness. One of them has got to lose though, Damon!

WINNER: DRAW by double countout in 9:56

WINNER: MC Monkey (sp?) by pinfall in 13:27

WINNER: Summer Page by pinfall in 5:36

WINNER: Kieran King by pinfall in 9:49
STILL “World Heavyweight Champion”

WINNER: Penelope by submission in 14:25

Back from break, the bell rings, grabbing the attention of the Universe.

RA: The following tournament match is set for one fall! Introducing first… GRIMGORRR IIIIIRONNHIIIIIDE!

WINNER: Marisol Vilaro by pinfall in 8:46

JC: We’re back here in Manhattan and in just a moment, we’ll be headed to the ring for the main event…

WINNER: Sean Parker by pinfall in 17:21

New York City, new Madness General Manager Thaddeus Duke says in a voiceover as Alicia Keys ‘Empire State of Mind’ plays in the background. The most resilient city in the world…

Intermittent clips of the horrors of the past brought upon Manhattan are shown within the shots of the city.

Scarred and pockmarked by terror over the decades, her people were determined to never let the hate win. Determined to rise again. Determined to not go down quietly, to not go down without a fight. he continued. Tonight, like the city that will house us, we embark on a new era. A fresh start. A clean slate. A new beginning that… frankly… is long overdue.

No longer will our show be tossed aside and shoved into a corner with little or no mention from the rest of the company. No longer will the rest of the world be able to sit back and ignore us. No longer will we be relegated to just a footnote in the rich history of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation.

Quite simply, we just won’t allow it.

Tonight, we take the first steps as, together, we recreate the sound, the look, the feel of Madness. With New York resiliency and embodying its steely resolve, we announce to the world at large that… we… have arrived.

Rising like a phoenix from the ashes of what it once was, and will be again… This… Is… Madness.

Pyro explodes…. Not inside the venue, but over New York City, before we cut inside. Panning the small sea of cheering fans, we’re joined by our commentary team.

JC: Welcome everyone, to New York City! Welcome to the Manhattan Center! Welcome to Monday Night Madness!

The cameras settled on the commentary table as Jacuinde greets us.

JC: As always, I am Jacuinde. Alongside me is my broadcast colleague, Bath Saltzmann. Bath, it’s a new era of Monday Night Madness and as we just heard from our new General Manager, he’s got a bit of a mandate to turn this ship in the right direction.

BS: We’ll see if he’s got what it takes Jacuinde, but I do know this new look Madness has all the makings of a successful brand!

JC: You’re not wrong there, Bath! This card tonight is star studded to say the very least.

BS: OHHHH YEAAAHH BABY! It’s the MILF of Madness! The MOM of all MOM’s, it’s IDL Champion, Myra Rivers!

JC: Bath, you’re not supposed to talk about her like that anymore, Duke’s orders.

BS: Yeah well, what’s he gonna do? Fire me?

JC: …Anyway, IDL Champion Myra Rivers will be in action tonight in the main event as she goes one on one with Equatorial Champion, Lexi Gold!

BS: I don’t know if my heart will be able to take that, Jacuinde.

Myra Rivers: I want to start off by acknowledging that I am one of those that are RELIEVED that we are in a new era because I’ll be honest with you? As proud as I was of accomplishing everything done in the prior regime with the Walk of Fame ladder match and of course, this championship that I have here, I knew in the back of my mind that things around here could definitely afford some improvement. After all, I walked around here and while I saw some PASSION from people like Lexi Gold, who I just happen to be facing tonight, what I saw in large part were names that made said names in other places that didn’t seem to give a damn about being here.

The two wrestlers that I beat for this championship that I hold today? Where are they? Right, not here anymore with one guy literally canceling himself and the other wrestler leaving after really not amounting to anything here and being handed an opportunity that she never deserved to begin with. Through thick and thin, I’ve stuck by this brand. I’ve had to endure so much in my own right such as the uphill battle I had to even get to the halfway mark of where I am today. Before I won that Walk of Fame ladder match, I was honestly in ‘also ran’ status. It seemed like I was a third wheel in a feud between the two people I beat for this title and that I honestly didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things if we’re being honest…

And that’s not even getting into that whole “MILF of Madness” thing…

Myra pauses for a bit as she begins to grow angry.

JC: She’s looking at you, Bath!

BS: I… I thought that…

Myra Rivers: A DEGRADING, DEROGATORY nickname… one that completely undermines my abilities as a professional wrestler and all of the hard work that I’ve put into this business… which… you know, a wrestling company undermining what I’m capable of and what I’ve put into this business is nothing new but I’ve gone through it ENOUGH times to ever have to tolerate it again! When I made the big career move that I made leaving a company where I felt like I was being treated as such, this was one of the companies that I came to and I have to admit that on Madness, I WAS expecting better… not in terms of competition, necessarily… but in terms of at LEAST being acknowledged for what I bring to the table in the ring…

And the opportunities I’ve had and taken advantage of aside?

This company has failed in that regard… failed SO much that I’ve had people from my sister to my agent suggesting that I leave Madness and leave XWF entirely.

“International Dateline Champion…”

“Mom, what does MILF mean?”

“Why are you letting yourself be degraded? They don’t respect your work.”

And I can go on and on. I could’ve left by now, and as I just mentioned I had people saying I SHOULD’VE… but I didn’t… because despite it all, I have stayed LOYAL. While these so called “big names” like Holden Ross and Sierra Silver wind up not making the grade and eventually bailing on Madness, I have stuck through thick and thin to represent this show as the champion that it deserves to have and even in the shadow of MORE disrespect and MORE sexual harassment and degradation of my abilities with my match against Elijah… and don’t get me started on him by the way… being billed as an “IRON MILF MATCH”, I STILL pulled through as the champion that you see and going forward? With this new regime? Oh I’m hoping the change is positive and I have a feeling it will be. But going forward, this is where I draw the line on the sexually harassing, degradation of my abilities of a horrible “MILF of Madness” nickname I never wanted because in this company… on this show…

‘My Name Is Human’ by Highly Suspect plays over the sound system as the NYC fans come unglued for their favorite son.

JC: Here comes the new boss!

BS: Uggh, I never understood why the fans like him so much.

Thaddeus Duke makes his way down the short aisle at the Manhattan Center, sure to greet as many fans as possible at ringside. He stops just in front of the announce table as he peers up at IDL Champion Myra Rivers.

BS: The MILF of Madness is about to come face to face with a famous New York playboy!

JC: Baaaath!

Thad turns to face Bath Saltzmann.

BS: Uh oh… You think he heard me, Jacuinde?

JC: He’s five feet away, Bath. I’m sure he heard you.

Without warning, Thad open hand slaps Bath into next week just before the ring announcer hands him a microphone as he leans down over Bath.

JC: Holy sh…

I am a father… Bath. I’m raising my boys to respect women. I’ll raise my daughter to respect herself. See, I realize there are a lot of women in this business that enjoy the type of attention that you give to Myra and others.

Not everyone enjoys that kind of attention and you knew the rules. You knew what I’ve been saying about the sexualization of Myra Rivers.

If you thought I was kidding, you’re sadly mistaken.

Duke stands up and nods toward security.

Enjoy your unemployment, Bath. Get him out of my building.

Returning his attention toward the ring, he hops up on the apron.

Join me in giving a warm, Madness welcome to one of the most highly adored and respected journalists in all of professional wrestling… joining Jacuinde on commentary this evening… Mister Denzel Porter!

JC: Denzel Porter!?

Denzel makes his way to ringside with great fanfare. He waves, smiles, and exchanges fives with some fans and even exchanges a fist bump with Thad before he settles beside Jacuinde while Bath Saltzmann is unceremoniously escorted out of the Manhattan Center.

JC: Denzel Porter, welcome to Monday Night Madness!

DP: Thank you Jacuinde. Mr. Duke asked me a couple weeks ago if I’d be willing to do this and I didn’t hesitate. I’m happy to be here and I’m certainly excited to see what Madness has in store for us here tonight at the Manhattan Center.

Hello Myra, Thad says just before entering the ring. I promised you that that wouldn’t happen anymore and I meant it. I’m a man of my word and I also promised changes. I promised that people all around this business would start to take notice of this show and that starts with you.

See, as the face of this brand… and you are the face of this brand right?

With her IDL title draped over her shoulder, Myra holds her hand out toward the deafening crowd which confirms Thad’s query.

Myra, I promised to shake things up and I need you to know… that I did not come here alone tonight.

JC: What!?

DP: Oh my God, Jacuinde! It’s Serenity Holmes!

JC: On Madness!?

DP: If you don’t know, you should by now, Serenity Holmes is a teenage phenom with a plethora of championships and accolades to her name!

The XWF Madness show presented in the Manhattan Center of New York City, New York, went wild in their response to “Synthetic Sympathy” by Trash Boat playing from the arena’s internal surround systems. The audience is excited to see the surprise appearance of the CU:LT NEW World Champion, Serenity Holmes, walking out from the backstage area carrying the championship belt around her right shoulder. She holds another black bag in her hand and then steps down to the ring enjoying the fruits of her labor.

She looks to Myra Rivers and Thaddeus Duke inside the ring until stopping by the ring apron to glance around the venue’s interior design before noticing how supportive the audience is. Serenity pulls her black studded hat backward, then walks over to the steel steps before climbing them to get into the ring. She walks over to Duke, shakes his hand, and receives a microphone from the nearest ringside crew member. Her music fades to the sound of the audience chanting her name, and she looks at Myra holding the microphone as she addresses the audience.

Serenity Holmes: Ladies and gentlemen, the Belt Collector, the 22nd Century Girl, has come to XWF Madness!

DP: One of the most revered and respected names in the entire business!

JC: What a way to kick off the new era!

The audience reacts positively to the announcement, and Serenity nods in agreement.

Serenity Holmes: XWF has always been one of the promotions around this business for a long time. As someone starting professionally, it was only a matter of time before I stepped into this ring. Still, I will not be here as a competitor but only to have the honor of doing something I’m generally not used to.

She looks over to Myra standing near her and turns to face her, changing to a serious demeanor.

Serenity Holmes: But I don't have a limit on collecting belts. I enjoy what I do, and I am looking at the Madness IDL Championship, but with a belt like that, I don’t think it’s attractive enough for someone like me. And to be quite frank, I wouldn’t hold that championship belt even if I were dead.

The audience boos Serenity, who rolls her eyes but pulls out the newly designed XWF World Heavyweight Championship and then presents it to Myra, flipping the crowd’s reaction to more support.

Serenity Holmes: So, how about you hold a championship worth looking at? Myra Rivers, I, at this moment, present the new World Heavyweight Championship to you!

JC: This is huge, Denzel!

DP: It really is! Being a bonafide world champion, being called a world champion Jacuinde, it means everything to these men and women that have dedicated their lives to their craft!

I’ll take that if you don’t mind, Thad says in reference to the IDL title belt. Still looking at her new World Championship, Myra casually hands the IDL title over.

You’re a world champion, Myra Rivers. It’s time you were treated like one.

Thad and Serenity Holmes make their exits from the ring, allowing Myra Rivers to have her moment and bask in the adulation of the crowd. Myra stands in the center of the ring as she throws the title over her shoulder. With a smile on her face and tear in her eye, the fans begin a chant:

YOU DE-SERVE IT! clap clap clapclapclap

With the crowd firmly behind her, ‘Come to Life’ by Alter Bridge plays while the World Champion holds her title high for the world to see as Madness fades to commercial.

JC: Welcome back here to Monday Night Madness!

DP: That was a hell of a moment we just witnessed, Jacuinde! But the night is still young!

JC: That’s right, Mister Porter! We’re about to open up the action right now with A.J. Brunson already in the ring as we send it to ring announcer Rick Anderson.

The bell rings signaling to the crowd that action is afoot.

RA: The opening contest is set for one fall. Already in the ring, AAAA JJJJ BRUNSONNNN!

NYC gives AJ a lukewarm reaction at best.

From Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing 2 hundred 5 pounds. Gabriellll LANDRYYYY!

Walking On A Dream by Empire Of The Sun plays. Gabriel Landry walks out. He stands by the entrance way soaking in the atmosphere.

JC: He’s new to us, Denzel. What do you got for us?

DP: Gabriel Landry is an exciting young talent, Jacuinde! He’s a rookie to be sure, but he’s got the right mindset, he’s exciting to watch, and he’s already won some gold in the industry.

Landry bolts down to the ring with a sense of enthusiasm. Sliding under the bottom rope, once inside the ring he kips up. He ascends to the second turnbuckle to play to the crowd. He does a backflip. Walks to the middle of the ring. He continues to get the crowd hype with his exuberance.

The bell rings as Landry continues to hype the crowd. In contrast, Brunson tries to quiet them down. It’s a small venue to be sure, but that only makes the crowd on hand sound even louder.

JC: It’s a collar and elbow tie up to start things off here on Madness!

DP: Brunson backs Landry into the corner!

The official calls for a clean break and Brunson backs off. Landry comes out of the corner and the two tie it up again but Brunson ducks behind, trapping Landry in a hammerlock. Landry counters quickly with a snapmare and pops back to his feet. Brunson is back to his feet but eats a crisp dropkick from Landry to some applause from the crowd.

Landry flashes his smile but goes right back to work. As AJ gets back to his feet, Landry hops up and takes him right back down to the mat. This time with a hurricanrana to the delight of the masses.

JC: Gabriel Landry, wasting little time here!

DP: He’s quicker than a hiccup, Jacuinde! That’s on full display here tonight.

Landry helps Brunson back to his feet and sends him to the mat with a snap suplex. Lanrdy kips up and races to the corner. Charging forward, he leaps into the air and nails a running shooting star press on Brunson for a quick two count.

JC: Near fall there from Landry!

DP: What’s ge doin’?

JC: Landry! Lookin’ to fly as he heads to the high rent district!

DP: It’s New York City, Jacuinde! It’s all high rent!

Landry soon finds himself perched atop the top turnbuckle as he TAKES TO THE SKY! He nails a 630 splash with pinpoint accuracy, completing the splash with a hook of the leg.

1!

2!

3!!!!

WINNER: Gabriel Landry by pinfall in 4:07

JC: That move sent these fans into a frenzy Denzel!

DP: What a way to kick off the action!

JC: Madness rolls on, right after this!

Back from commercial break, the Bing Bong Twinzz are shown backstage rummaging through equipment crates emblazoned with the XWF and Monday Night Madness logos. The two seem to be laughing and conversing with themselves in a language no one else can even understand before fading back to ringside.

JC: I have no idea what those two bozos are doing, but I hope the new regime keeps eyes on them.

DP: I know the General Manager fairly well, Jacuinde. Nothing happens on his watch without him allowing it to.

JC: That remains to be seen but Denzel, it’s time to get back to the action!

RA: The following contest is set for one fall! Already in the ring, Li’l JUICYYYY!

JC: He sure has a strange fashion sense.

DP: Fashion doesn’t matter, Jacuinde. It’s all about the X’s and O’s. It’s what you bring to the ring when the bell rings.

RA: His opponent…

RA: From San Bernardino, California. Weighing 2 hundred 17 pounds… ERRRRENNN HUNNNNT!

As "THRIFT SHOP" begins to play, Eren walks out of gorilla wearing his oversized fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving as many fans as he can before getting to ring side. He climbs the stairs in the corner, getting into the ring before going to each side of the ring, pumping up the crowd before making his way to his corner, removing his entrance gear and preparing for the match.

JC: I think Juicy might’ve been out-fashioned here tonight!

DP: Eren Hunt took Juicy’s game and just went pro!

The bell rings as the two fur coat wearing combatants stare each other down from across the ring. Eren Hunt advances toward the center first with both arms outstretched, urging Juicy to come forth to an ovation from the crowd.

XWF Universe: LET’S GO EREN! clap clap clapclapclap

JC: Li’l Juicy! Taking exception to the full throated support that Eren Hunt has here tonight in his XWF debut!

DP: I don’t think he likes being upstaged here in the fashion department either!

Juicy takes a step forward, he too has his arms outstretched. The crowd response is quite the opposite as they begin to rain boo’s down on him. In frustration, he throws off his coat and the crowd cheers. Juicy covers his ears in an effort to not hear them.

Across the ring, Eren Hunt plays the crowd, working them up even more.

JC: Eren Hunt has the tools!

DP: Now let’s see if he knows how to use them!

Hunt retreats to his corner where he starts to remove his jacket. Seeing a window, Juicy charges across the ring and attacks. Juicy hits Hunt with repeated forearm blasts to his lower back. Juicy brings him from the corner and backs him against the ropes, whipping him to the far side. On the rebound, Juicy bends down only for Hunt to send a stiff kick into his midsection.

Juicy backpedals, grimacing and nursing his ailing chest. Hunt though stays on the attack. He charges forward hitting Juicy with a clothesline before hitting the mat himself.

JC: Quick cover from Hunt!

DP: Li’l Juicy kicks out at two!

Hunt pops back to his feet, feeling the adrenaline pumping through himself aided by the crowd at the Manhattan Center. Juicy is slow to get back to his feet as Hunt charges in nailing him with a running knee lift.

JC: The knee sends Juicy hard to the outside!

DP: Eren Hunt is pumped and so is this crowd!

JC: What’s he doing here?

On the floor, Juicy starts to get to his feet while in the ring, Eren Hunt gets a full head of steam as he runs to the far side. After the rebound, he baseball slides, sending a boot to Juicy’s face. Juicy flies backward impacting the fan barricade causing him to crumple to the floor.

Hunt slides under the ropes and lifts Juicy to his feet before driving him back first against the ring apron. Juicy winces and yelps in pain as he drops to his knees, then flat on his stomach on the floor. Meanwhile, Eren Hunt rolls back into the ring as the official begins his ten count.

JC: Eren Hunt showing some tenacity here in his Madness debut.

DP: I like what we’ve seen so far from him, Jacuinde.

JC: Once he took the upper hand, he hasn’t let go of it and Li’l Juicy has been reeling.

Juicy rolls himself into the ring at the count of six, but Eren is right there waiting.

DP: Hunt with the hook of the leg!

JC: And a kickout here at two!

DP: This match will continue just a little while longer.

Back in the ring, Eren Hunt pops back to his feet, pulling Juicy right along with him. Hunt backs him into the ropes and whips him to the far side.

JC: Off the ropes…

DP: And a big power slam from Eren Hunt!

JC: Quick coverrrrr annnd…

DP: Juicy kicks out at two!

Hunt gets back to his feet and takes a step or so backward waiting for Juicy to get to his feet under his own power. As he does so, Hunt steps forward and kicks Juicy in the gut, doubling him over. Hunt then lifts him up, and spikes him into the mat head first with a huge DDT.

JC: Jesus! What impact!

DP: Mr. Hunt refers to that as the San Manuel Spike!

JC: Hunt hooks the leg!

1!

2!

3!!!

WINNER: Eren Hunt by pinfall in 7:17

JC: That was an impressive debut here for Eren Hunt tonight on Madness!

DP: It really was and Jacuinde, I think these fans are loving it!

JC: They are, Denzel! Madness has turned the page on its recent past and Eren Hunt seems to look the part of staple of our bright future!

Madness fades backstage to where the Bing Bong Twinzz are still rummaging through the XWF and Madness crate lockers. MC and Cash App open and look through separate crates.

JC: Oh not these two jokes again!

DP: What do you think they’re looking for Jacuinde?

MC: Woah! Bro look at this! One brother says to the other.

CashApp: Ahhhhh! Yo ya think there’s two of them?

MC: Let’s look!

The weird ass twin kissing brothers now begin looking through the same crate together. Suddenly they stop, and look at each other with smiles on their grills. The duo laughs and says intelligible things as both reach into the crate and lift out a pair of championship belts.

JC: Oh God no!

DP: Da Bing Bong Twinzz seem to have found themselves a pair of tag team championships!

With the straps snapped together, the duo hangs the championships over the necks and walk out of camera view as the new would-be Tag Team Champions.

JC: Somebody tell Thaddeus Duke!

DP: I’m sure he’s watching, Jacuinde!

JC: Them!? As Tag Team Champions!? He can’t let this stand right?

DP: …

JC: RIGHT!?

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, I think we’re going to Jacki O’Lantern in a moment.

DP: Jacki O’Lantern is the new Lord of Violence Champion and her rivalry with Kieran King is well documented.

JC: For months those two went to war and in the end, Jacki stood tall.

The camera's cut to a view of a pumpkin patch. In the wide open field were about a million pumpkins scattered throughout the ground, then it pans over to the other side of the field where a pumpkin looking throne is in the middle of it. A bunch of her cats walk over toward it, one of which is wearing the Lord of Violence Championship around its body. That cat in particular jumps on the throne and takes a seat, then licks his paws before his attention is turned to something on the left side. Jacki O'Lantern makes her way over to the throne, picks up the cat, and places it on her lap before taking a seat and looking up at the camera.

Jacki O'Lantern: Everything is now right with the world. After months and months of agony, torture, involving my personal business in the matter, the Lord of Violence Championship has come back home with me, and I don't intend on ever letting it slip out of my hands again. I made that mistake too many times already.

She shakes her head as she recalls past events in her head before removing the belt off of the cat and throws it over her shoulder as she looks it over.

Jacki O'Lantern: Kieran King is a scumbag, plain and simple. He made my life hell. He made my cats lives hell, too. Did you see the shit he has done over the months? Stealing my cats as revenge. That didn't sit well with me. Jacki O'Lantern is nothing without her cats. Bet on that. I'm glad I don't have to worry about that anymore, though. Our story can finally be put to rest.

She runs a hand through her hair and relaxes back, looking at the view of all the pumpkins in the distance.

Jacki O'Lantern: Tonight I got a new challenger in line for my championship. I think she got mixed up in the bunch. I'm referring to Summer Page. I mean, does she have one mean bone in her body? Let me ask you a better question, Summer, how far are you willing to go to prove you are worthy of taking this from me? If I had to guess, I'd say not very far. The one time you get blood in your hair, or break a nail, it's all over for you and your reaction would be to cry about it and complain to whoever listens. Just my prediction.

JC: It’ll be interesting for sure!

Jacki O'Lantern: You excel at drawing people in with your clout when you post pictures on your social media account. I'm the opposite way. I excel at violence, and pushing the envelope to further prove myself. You are an effortless roadblock on my quest to do that. I fought through every fiber of my being and dealt with the devil on the way there in order to prove why this belt belongs to me. If you had it, bud, you'd tarnish it, and use it as a fashion prop for your shoots. Nobody is paying to see that, and if they do, they are investing their time into the wrong wrestler. Much like this pumpkin here, I'm going to carve you into pieces and add in my own accessories to your body.

She licks her lips and removes herself off the throne, then goes behind it and pulls out a pumpkin and shows it to the camera. The top of it has a long blonde wig attached to it and thumbtacks covering the entirety of the pumpkin. Purple smoke emerges from the carved holes. The camera zooms in closely before zooming out, she walks away with it in her arms.

JC: Jacki O’Lantern defends her title against Summer Page later on tonight!

DP: I know what she’s getting at and I certainly understand why she says it. In my experience though, it’s the ones that you don’t suspect of being capable that are able to rise to the occasion!

JC: That match will take place a little later on but right now, we’re gonna send it outside to journalist and interview extraordinaire, “Beautiful” Brody Goodman as he’s standing by with a guest that… is interesting to say the least.

Brody?

BBG: Thanks Jacuinde!

The camera cuts to the outside of the Manhattan Center, where a group of quite honestly strange people - judging from their painted faces green and their ramshackle vehicles that look like they came out of a Mad Max movie - are assembled, chanting “‘ERE WE GO, ‘ERE WE GO, ‘ERE WE GO!”. Behind them is backstage interviewer “Beautiful” Brody Goodman, and with him is the massive, hulking newcomer Grimgor Ironhide.

BBG: “My guest at this time is uhhhhhh uh… DA ONCE AN’ FUTURE GIT? What does that even mean? Well, here we are with Grimgor Ironhide as he’s about to take on Penelope! So, Grimgor, uh…”

It is clear that Mr. Goodman doesn’t know what to make of the snarling green-painted behemoth standing next to him, and Grimgor’s feral expression - almost at the edge of violence - is certainly not helping matters. The Alpha Ork turns violently towards him and lets out a savage shout.

GRIMGOR: "OI! WHATCHA WANT, YA GIT!? OI AIN’T GOT ALL DAY, OI’Z GOT A TWIGGY FING WIV A BLACK EYE TA KRUMP!"

The Beautiful One gulps at Grimgor’s explosive bellow, and is quick to take the mic once more.

BBG: “Right. So, uh - you have to admit you’re somewhat an unusual sight, but you seem to have garnered some support judging from the voices behind us!”

GRIMGOR: "DAT’S ‘CAUSE YOU’Z FINK WE’Z SUM KINDA ‘UMIE GITZ. BUT WE AIN’T! WE’Z DA ORKS AND DIS ‘ERE’Z GONNA BE ONE GREAT FOIGHT! DEZE GITZ ‘ERE ARE ME BOYZ, AN’ WE’Z GONNA PAINT DA ‘HOLE WORLD GREEN!"

BBG: “‘Umies?”

GRIMGOR: "AYE, ‘UMIES. DA NORMAL PEOPLE, YOU’Z ALL ‘UMIE GITZ TA US ORKS. DAT’S WHY YOU’Z ALL WEAK GITZ DAT DESERVE TA BE STOMPED!"

BBG: “Ooooookay… what are you supposed to be anyway?”

GRIMGOR: "OI’Z AN ORK, YA GIT! ORKS IZ MADE FER FIGHTIN’ AN’ WINNIN’! FER CRUSHIN’ AN’ KILLIN’! WE IZ DA BIGGEST AN’ DA STRONGEST AN’ WE’Z GONNA MARCH FROM WUN END UVVA UNIVERSE TO DA UVVA AN’ EVERYFING DAT GETS IN OUR WAY IZ GONNA GET ROIGHT KRUMPED! LIKE DAT SQUEALIN’ ‘UMIE RUNT OI’Z GONNA SMASH ROIGHT AFTER YOU’Z DONE BOTHERIN’ ME."

Mr. Goodman decides it’s best to move on, and so he gets to the matter at hand.

BBG: “Moving right along - let’s talk about your upcoming match. What do you make of Penelope Plimswood?”

The green beast lets out a very audible snarl.

GRIMGOR: "SHE’S ONE ROIGHT GROT, DAT ONE IZ! SHE GOT SUM CRAZY FUNK ABOUT ‘ER ALRIGHT, AND SMELLZ ROIGHT FUNNY TOO. BUT SEE, SHE FINKS SHE’Z ALREADY GOT DIS FOIGHT WON, BUT OI’Z GONNA SHOW’ER SHE’Z CAME TO SUMFING SHE’Z GOT NO IDEA ABOUT. SO OI’Z GONNA TELL YOU ROIGHT NOW WOT OI’Z GONNA DO.”

He stomps on the ground as the camera zooms in at his bare-toothed face.

GRIMGOR: "OI’Z GONNA STOMP ‘ER TA DUST. OI’Z GONNA GRIND ‘ER BONES. OI’Z GONNA PILE ‘ER UP IN A BIG FIRE AN’ ROAST ‘ER. OI’Z GONNA BASH ER ‘HEAD, BREAK ‘ER FACE, AND OI’Z GONNA JUMP UP AN’ DOWN ON DA BITZ DAT ARE LEFT.”

A vicious grin comes up to his face as he says this final sentence.

GRIMGOR: "AN’ DEN OI’Z GONNA GET REALLY MEAN.”

BBG: “Well, you certainly do not lack for confidence, but I should warn you that there’s something… unnatural, about Ms. Penelope.”

GRIMGOR: "WOT, ‘CAUSE SHE SEZ SHE HAS NO SOUL!? BAH! OI’Z COULD TELL YA OI’Z SPEAK WIV DA WORD OF GORK AN’ MORK - DAT’S DA GODZ UVVA ORKS, AN’ YOU’Z LOOK AT ME ROIGHT FUNNY TOO.

SO OI’Z PROMISE YOU DIS, ‘UMIE. WHEN DAT TWIGGY FING AN’ I IZ DONE, ALL DA UVVA GITZ WATCHIN’ ARE GONNA SEE WOT DA ORKS CAN DO. ‘CAUSE OI’Z GRIMGOR IRONHILDE, DA ALPHA ORK, DA ONCE AN’ FUTURE GIT, AN’ OI’Z WUZ BROUGHT TA DIS WORLD TA FOIGHT AN WIN!

SO GET READY, YA XWF GITZ! DA ORKS IZ COMIN’!”

After this, Grimgor takes a deep breath, and when his voice next sounds, it sounds with the fury of an earthquake that sends chills to the spine of those around…

GRIMGOR: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Brody Goodman steps several feet away taking Grimgor out of camera shot.

BBG: He’s a uhhhh strange character… Anyway, I’ll be back a little later on to offer the XWF Universe some tips and rumors I’m hearing regarding Kevin Mears, the future of Madness and just who I’m hearing was behind the attack on Summer Page.

Jacuinde, Denzel, back to you at ringside.

JC: Thank you Brody Goodman!

DP: Grimgor Ironhide takes on Penelope when we return here on Monday Night Madness!

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, up next we have a literal David versus Goliath scenario as the petite Penelope looks to upset the monster Grimgor Ironhide.

DP: You can call her petite if you want Jacuinde. Fact is, what she lacks in physical size, she more than makes up for with intelligence and skill.

JC: She surely does and both of these competitors are set to take the stage right now!

RA: The following contest is set for ONE FALL!

RA: From the Old World, weighing in at 3 hundred pounds… GRIMGORRRE IRRRRONHIIIIDE!

As Grimgor's song begins to hit the PA system, DA ONCE AND FUTURE GIT appears on the stage, screaming "GRIMGOR IZ DA BEST!" . He marches down to the apron and climbs to the ring without paying any heed to the fans, and once he's in the center, he raises up his fist and lets out a savage scream: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

JC: What a massive man, Denzel.

DP: He really is.

RA: Hs opponent…

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

"Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is...Penelope!"

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked stem on the floor at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl.

JC: What a contest this might be, Denzel.

DP: I think the keys to this match rely on these two competitors individual strengths. Grimgor Ironhide is a large man. He has all the strength in the world and if he gets her grounded, he has to smart… which admittedly may be an issue… but regardless, he needs to stay on her and not let her up.

JC: For Penelope, she has to use her quickness and her intelligence to outwit, outlast and out maneuver her larger foe. Both Ironhide and Penelope make their debuts here tonight on Madness.

The bell rings and GRimgor immediately charges forward toward Penelope. Penelope though, ducks under his attempt. On her way by, she drives a kick into the side of Grimgor’s knee. He hobbles a little, but backhand swipes at her.

Grimgor spins around but Penelope is already by him and behind him again. She leaps, using the ropes as a springboard to deliver a huge kick to the back of Grimgor between the shoulder blades. Ironhide stumbles forward toward the center of the ring as Penelope bounces off the ropes. On the rebound she wisely leaps into the air to send a dropkick to the back of the big monsters knee.

JC: Smart tactics here early on!

DP: She’s steadily chopping him down to her level!

Grimgor falls to his knees and Penelope is quick to her feet. Standing in front of him now, she knife edge chops the beast several times. Each chop sends a sort of yelp from the green colored leviathan. Grimgor is in trouble as Penelope sends a roundhouse kick to the side of his head.

JC: She went to the well one time too many!

DP: He’s got her leg hooked and she’s defenseless here!

Penelope hops on one leg as Grimgor has her other leg like a vise grip. After a roar of sorts, Grimgor drops her leg and grips her by the throat with both hands. He gets to his feet and lifts her off her own feet before sending her to the mat with a thunderous choke bomb. Grimgor goes for the win immediately.

1!

2!

JC: Penelope with a kick out as this match rolls on!

DP: I’m interested to see what Ironhide does now with Penelope grounded.

Grimgor gets to his feet with Penelope sprawled out on her back. The big man sends a hard stomp into her. Then another. And another. And another, another, another, another as he stomps a mud hole into the three year ring veteran.

Desperate to avoid the vicious onslaught, Penelope avoids the last stomp attempt as she rolls to the apron and falls to the floor. Fairly quick in his response, Grimgor steps through the ropes to the floor below. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he rips Penelope back to her feet before lifting her up.

Ironhide looks up momentarily as the XWF official admonishes him for fighting on the outside. Ignoring him for the time being, Grimgor charges forward, slamming Penelope back first into the ringpost before letting her fall haphazardly back to the floor.

JC: Oh man!

DP: Grimgor Ironhide folds her up like an accordion!

JC: That looked sick and you have to wonder if she’s even okay here. Can she even continue this contest!?

The official continues to bark orders while Grimgor Ironhide continues to ignore them. Reaching down, he lifts Penelope back to her feet then dumps her through the ropes and into the ring. Before returning to the ring, Grimgor pushes a ringside fan out of the chair and steals it. Folding it up, he combs to the apron and enters the ring.

JC: The official may have to call this right now!

DP: These two traded barbs for the last two weeks on social media! It’s obvious that Grimgor Ironhide is ready to give her some receipts!

Penelope lays on her stomach as she attempts to get to her feet. Ironhide raises the chair over his head despite the officials protests. Just as he goes for his down swing, the referee grabs a hold of the chair and hangs on for dear life. Distracted by the event, Grimgor Ironhide shoves the referee and lets go of the chair. The weapon flies out of the ring and the referee takes a nasty tumble.

Despite this, the official is getting back to his feet, albeit a little slowly. Returning his attention to his opponent, Grimgor grabs a fist full of her hair and starts to lift her to her feet. Perhaps out of desperation, Penelope breaks his light grip and grabs his face with both hands. Screaming like a banshee, she presses both thumbs into both of his eyes. Grimgor hoots, hollers and stomps in place before she finally loses her grip on him.

JC: She still has fight!

DP: There might’ve been some doubt a few minutes ago but she’s erased that now!

Blinded for the moment, Grimgor backpedals away from his assailant. On her feet, Penelope stretches out her back as she continues to work through the substantial pain she had to have been in. Soon, she runs toward the ropes. Off the rebound, she leaps into the air and jumps onto Ironhide’s back. Wrapping her legs around his large midsection, she tries to lock him in the dragon sleeper.

DP: Fade to Black!

JC: But can she lock it in!?

Penelope tries hard to wrench his head backward, but Grimgor reaches up and grabs her by the hair. He turns and pulls her over his head, slamming her to the mat. Grimgor jumps into the air and lands on Penelope with huge splash in the center of the ring and he’s quick to hook the leg.

1!

2!

JC: Penelope kicks out!

DP: You can say what you want about the size difference but Penelope is as tough as they come!

Grimgor, unsatisfied with the speed of the count, barks at the referee. Ironhide gets back to his feet and once again pulls Penelope to hers before tucking her head beneath his large arm.

JC: I have a feeling I know what’s coming, Denzel!

DP: If he hits it, it may spell the end of Penelope for the evening!

JC: I’m… I don’t know, Denzel. She has a lot of fight in her and if she taught me anything tonight, it’s never to count her out.

Grimgor lifts her up into a high vertical suplex position. Scurrying to avoid being struck by her feet, the official finds himself behind Grimgor’s large backside.

JC: This could be the Alpha Slam!

DP: BLACK MIST! BLACK MIST!

JC: The ref didn’t see it!

Penelope reached into her bag of tricks to spit the Black Mist into the face and eyes of Grimgor Ironhide. He drops her to the mat immediately and she lands on her hands and knees before rolling him up from behind! The referee goes for the count and isn’t aware she has both feet pressed hard against the ropes to add to the leverage.

1!

2!

3!!!!

WINNER: Penelope by pinfall in 12:47

JC: Penelope literally stole this one!

DP: She did and she’s getting the hell out of dodge, but I’m not even sure if Grimgor Ironhide is even aware he just lost this match!

Grimgor gets to his feet as his vision slowly starts to recover. He asks the referee because he can’t find Penelope and is informed of the match outcome. Yelling out in his odd native tongue, he grabs the ref by his throat and immediately chokeslams him to the mat.

JC: That’ll cost him some money!

DP: …You think Thaddeus Duke can figure out how to FedEx to the Other World?

JC: Actually, that’s a good question. Madness fans, we’ll be back right after this.

Madness returns from break as “Spoiled” Summer Page and her bodyguard Enigma are backstage talking to each other. Summer looks nervous.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:I’ve got to admit, E, I am a bit nervous about this Lord of Violence match. Getting any kind of title shot is a great thing but hardcore wrestling isn’t my forte.

Enigma puts her arm around Summer’s shoulders.

Enigma:You got this.

Just as Enigma removes his arm from around Summer’s shoulders when Marisol Vilaro comes up to Summer and Enigma. Marisol is dressed in her gear with a white towel over her shoulder, and her gym bag near her as the Fitness Queen notices her former client as she soon speaks in a cheerful kind of tone.

Marisol Vilaro: Hey Summer, how are things? You holding up well? I saw what happened, and I am so sorry that occurred. Like, who could do such a thing?! The nerves of some people around here.

Marisol said in a huff, disgusted by the actions that occurred against her former client. Summer looks surprised and a bit suspicious at what she is hearing.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: I have to admit I didn’t expect you to have any concern for me considering how this year has gone but I am alright. Thank you for asking.

Marisol still had that look of concern on her face for Summer, it had been a wild year with their group falling apart, as well as their business relationship. Nonetheless, here was Madness's resident Fitness Guru in the flesh talking to Spoiled Summer Page.

Marisol Vilaro: I get it, I get it that you’d be surprised after all we have been through in 2023 and how things sort of went south in Reno? Well, we aren’t in Reno, we are across the country right now and honestly even if we aren’t doing business together anymore I still do want to be friends and a friend will be there for a friend. Just how things should be, anyway I am here to help you find out who did it, who attacked you like that.

Summer nods her head in acceptance to what Marisol is saying

“Spoiled” Summer Page:I appreciate that, Mari, considering nobody would fault you for walking away without a second thought. So thank you, girl. The big guy and I will definitely find out who attacked me then…I don’t know I might just let Enigma feed that person to his snake.

Marisol nodded her head, as she said in a bright tone.

Marisol Vilaro: I get that, but let me help you. I mean this is a jungle and you will need all the help you can get with this trust me. Oh and speaking of a surprise, I just got done talking to Thaddeus and well I got us a match. Think of it as a Marisol and Summer Page reunion because when we were at our best, no one could really stop us. So it will be a tag team match, and I wanted to let you know that as well.

Summer looks stunned.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: Wow! Ok, I definitely wasn’t expecting that…but alright for old times sake I guess and with someone targeting me it’ll be nice to have some extra eyes watching my back.

Marisol smiled brightly, as she put a hand on Summer’s shoulder.

Marisol Vilaro: Don’t worry we got this, and of course I have your back you don’t have to worry about a thing. I mean whoever is targeting you I feel bad for them, not a good look at all anyway I have to go take care of some stuff before I head out but it was nice talking to you again take care of yourself, and E keep her safe.

Marisol said with a bright smile before sauntering off. Summer looks up at Enigma who gives her a look.

“Spoiled” Summer Page: I know, I know. Let’s see where this goes. Whenever Mari truly wants something she can be insufferable and that could work in our favor this time.

Enigma shakes his head as he and Summer walk in the opposite direction.

DP: Are we seeing a change of heart from Marisol Vilaro?

JC: Summer Page will challenge Jacki O’Lantern for the Lord of Violence championship when Madness returns!

Madness resumes and the bell rings three times, drawing the attention of the sold out crowd.

RA: The following contest… is an xtreme rules match for the Lord of Vioence championshiiip!

RA: Introducing the challenger… Being accompanied to the ring by Enigma. From…

XWF Universe: NEW! YORK! CITYYYY!

RA: Spoillled SUMMERRRRR PAAAAGE!

JC: Enigma no doubt will have eyes in the back of his head here tonight!

DP: No doubt, Jacuinde! She was mysteriously attacked at the last Madness and as a result, her match with Kevin Mears was canceled!

JC: We still don’t know who it was!

DP: Maybe Brody Goodman has that scoop on his hotline?

JC: Somehow, I doubt it man!

RA: Her opponent!

RA: From San Diego, California! She is the Lorrrrd of Viiiolence Championnn! JJJJJJacki OOOOOOO’Lannnnnterrrrn!

Out comes Jacki O'Lantern from behind the curtain to thunderous cheers from the crowd. She walks down the ramp and looks toward the crowd, noticing some signs in support of her, as she points to them and gives them a nod before ascending up the stairs and underneath the bottom rope where she enters the ring. She taunts the crowd, which generates more of a reaction from them before focusing her eyes on Summer Page.

JC: It’s an interesting contrast of styles, Denzel! Jacki is a veteran of xtreme rules whereas that is so obviously not in Summer Page’s make up!

…

JC: Denzel?

DP: The Madness General Manager asked me to do something, I’ll be right back.

JC: Ummmm… alriiiight.

Before the referee can hold up the Lord of Violence championship to open the bout, Denzel Porter climbs up on the ring apron.

Denzel Porter: Hey man, give me that a sec, says Denzel, motioning for the Lord of Violence title.

JC: What is going on?

DP: Jacki, Summer, I humbly apologize for the interruption, he says as the official hands him the title belt. Thad asked me to handle this for him and I was happy to oblige.

Denzel Porter tosses the title into the crowd.

JC: What the Hell!?

There’s a mad scrum for the title as Denzel untucks his shirt from his slacks.

He’s makin’ changes and… one of those changes is that title, he says as he removes a brand new title belt he had been wearing, handing it to the official. You two fine competitors are now competing for the XWF’s Xtreme Division title here tonight on Madness.

Pardon my interruption.

JC: H-ho! Brand new gold here on Madness!

Denzel retreats back to the announce table.

JC: You were wearing that the whole time?

DP: I was and it was not particularly comfortable to wear when you’re sitting down.

JC: It’s X-Division champion Jacki O’Lantern!

DP: It’s challenger Summer Page!

JC: And that match begins… right now!

The atmosphere in the arena crackles with excitement as the match gets underway. The bell rings and Summer wastes no time in showcasing her technical abilities. After a brief collar-and-elbow tie-up, she is able to transition into a front face lock and executes a flawless Spike DDT that sends Jacki’s head snapping onto the mat, gaining an early advantage. Jacki reaches for her head in pain as Summer goes to pull Jacki to her feet. The champ counters with a back kick to the face that catches the challenger off-guard and she proceeds to Jacki kip up, displaying her agility, and retaliates with a series of Discus Forearms, staggering Summer back.

JC: While I’m not shocked, I am a little surprised that these two are wasting no time!

DP: They both know what’s at stake here tonight!

Not one to be outdone, Summer quickly regains her footing and blocks another forearm attempt, digging a hard boot into Jacki’s midsection, forcing her head down along with an involuntary grunt of pain escaping her lips. Summer pulls Jacki in and hits her with a well-executed Slingshot Suplex. She floats into a cover and the referee is there to count:

1!

2!

JC: Jacki kicks out!

DP: That was probably closer than she would’ve liked!

Summer goes on the attack again, perching herself on the second turnbuckle before going to the top and comes down hard, nailing Jacki with a knee drop to the solar plexus. However, instead of going for a cover, she goes back to the top turnbuckle, facing away from the ring. As she goes to execute a BME, Jacki is able to muster enough energy to recover and she bum-rushes Summer, the champion leaping acrobatically up to the top rope beside Summer and she counters the BME with a beautifully-timed Modified Headscissors takedown, sending her crashing to the mat.

Seizing the moment, Jacki confidently follows up with a Handstand Double Knee Drop, landing it perfectly on Summer's midsection. However, Summer's tenacity is evident as she rolls to the outside to catch her breath and regroup.

JC: Just a degree of separation here in this incredibly good matchup here on Madness!

DP: Experienced or not, Summer Page caaame to Madness here tonight!

Jacki sees an opportunity and dashes to the apron, performing a breathtaking Springboard DDT, crashing onto Summer on the floor. The crowd erupts into cheers at the sequence.

As the match progresses, Jacki's playful side becomes more apparent, and she retrieves a broomstick from under the ring, much to the delight of the crowd as she grins playfully, holding it aloft. With a wide grin, she swings it playfully, engaging the crowd with her antics. Summer tries to fight back, bringing her leg up for a chick kick. But Jacki instinctively moves to the side, avoiding the contact and smashes the broomstick hard across Summer’s outstretched leg, sending her crashing to the floor. Jack is relentless though and brings the broomstick hard over Summer’s head, breaking it in half.

JC: And Jack O’Lantern proves what made her champion!

DP: You just know there’ll be a giant goose egg on Summer’s head here in a moment!

The champion's innovative use of the environment continues as she pulls out several steel chairs and kendo sticks from under the ring, throwing them into the ring before sliding back under the bottom rope. She sets up the chair in the center of the ring and begins to climbs the ropes, preparing for a high-risk maneuver. But Summer, still a bit dazed, is able to see it coming. She climbs back into the ring, sprinting forward and delivers a knee to Jacki's face, stopping her in her tracks.

Summer grabs one of the steel chairs and smashes it across Jacki's back, the resounding impact echoing through the arena, causing the champion to arch her back in pain. Summoning her own resilience though, Jacki fights through the pain, countering an incoming attempted chair shot from Summer with a quick Spinning Backfist, leaving the challenger, causing her to drop the chair. Jacki picks up a kendo stick, spinning it in her hand before she unleashes a flurry of strikes on Summer, creating a symphony of painful sounds. Summer grits her teeth, trying to absorb the pain. Her back and midsection are already marked with red welts from the impact. Jacki goes for another shot, aiming at Summer’s head but manages to hit a desperation Superkick, stunning Jacki.

JC: You gotta wonder if Summer Page is surprised by her own abilities in this environment!

DP: She really came to fight tonight! Maybe that attack on her last Madness revitalized her focus!

The match reaches a fever pitch as Summer attempts to lock in her 'Perfect 10' Figure 8 Leg Lock. The crowd hold their breath, sensing a possible turning point of the match. But Jacki's determination refuses to let her submit. With a burst of adrenaline, she manages to break free after reaching a nearby kendo stick and cracks it right across Summer’s midsection, splintering it. Summer rolls on the mat in pain as Jacki climbs to her feet. She pulls Summer up, grabbing her from behind and plants her with the 'Black Cat Crossing' (Taco Driver), sending her crashing onto a steel chair.

Jacki quickly goes back outside the ring and pulls out a cloth bag, holding it high in the air before emptying its contents out onto the mat. It is now covered with a sea of thumbtacks. Jacki grabs Summer up again, standing over the tacks and, with a thunderous crash, Jacki drives Summer’s with “No Fucks Given” (Gotch-Style Piledriver), their sharp points piercing the skin both athletes. The arena erupts in a mixture of shock and awe as Summer writhes in agony, the pain etched on her face clear, tacks sticking out of her forehead and the top of her head. Jacki is also in agony, the underside of her legs looking like a couple of pin cushions but she fights through, throwing herself on top of Summer, hooking the near leg and the referee is there to count:

1!

2!

3!!!!

WINNER and still X-Division Champion
Jacki O’Lantern by pinfall in 9:56

JC: All the flowers to Summer Page here this evening, Denzel!

DP: Absolutely! She isn’t well versed in hardcore wrestling but she came to fight tonight!

JC: Jacki retains her title, but Summer Page proved that she can hang in this environment!

DP: She did and who knows? If she gets a little more experience under her, maybe next time, the outcome is different!

JC: That’s of course, taking nothing away from the champion. Jacki O’Lantern has proved time and again that this is her preferred environment and tonight was certainly her night!

DP: Jacki is a seasoned warrior, no doubt!

JC: Fans, Madness returns, right after this!

Madness returns and we go to a pretaped interview with Majestuosa Manor as they shop in New York. In the fancy lounge outside the dressing area, Juliana is sitting, feet up on a furry little ottoman as she sips champagne.

Juliana: I don’t think this bag carrier will work out. It’s very sweet that he’s paying for everything just for the opportunity, but come on Em’s, you’re still having to carry like three bags, and we’re only halfway through. Taurus, that guy could carry a dozen bags on each arm. My old bodyguard Johnny, could carry a dozen bags and me on his back. You should have let me ask your hot cousin.

Emma: That is the last time that you will say the words hot and cousin, in my direction, without multiple words between them, and none of them sexual. I know what you did with your last bodyguard, bag handler, driver, gardener, pool guy, yoga teacher, personal trainer, and personal chef. Jesus, you’re a porno cliche.

Juliana: BITCH! You did not just… you’re lucky that I need you against the bing bong bitches and the dyslexic pride parade.

Emma: I’m not sure those are their names, and if you think you can take me, you’re welcome to try… pequeña dama!

Emma stepped out of the dressing room in a very form-fitting black dress with a high U-shaped slit going up and curving down into a loose flowing back to show off the black heels dotted with Swarovski crystals. Juliana looks at her with her mouth open for a few brief seconds before she smirks and then gives her tag team partner a little clap of approval.

Juliana: You look good, but not jaw-dropping. I was shocked you would dare to call me petite dame. Yeah, you forgot I speak your language too?

Emma rolls her eyes and laughs a little bit before she brushes past Juliana and grabs her own champagne.

Emma: We probably should cut the shopping a little short and go start with our match preparations. The masseuses are confirmed as is the pre-match pasta and our cucumber lime mineral water.

Juliana: We really need to find someone to handle this stuff and the bag carrier?

Emma: We can talk about him after. We have the XWF camera crew here, so we should probably talk a little bit about the poster children for reproductive rights, and the kind of hot, kind of fit chicks. Obviously, neither of them is as hot as us, and neither of them is as fit or strong as I am.

Juliana: Obviously. It’s a shame that the team we wouldn’t mind paying off and promising fun later, likely wouldn’t take that deal.

Emma: And the idiots that would, we would never offer because it is going to be so so so satisfying to punch them over and over and over.

Juliana: You know, there are no rules in a triple-threat match. I say that you and I take one, we let those take the other and we just kick them in the balls right at the start and anytime they try to get involved.

Emma: Do what every woman who has ever seen so much as a picture of them, would like to do, and then fight it out between just the people who are actually good?

Juliana: It’s not the worst plan. Eliminate the pest and the chance for them to randomly steal a win, and I mean we know we can beat Claire and…

Emma: Ximena?

Juliana: You sure you could handle a woman with better abs than you?

Emma’s eyes went wide, her nostrils flared, and she chugged down her champagne as her face flushed. Juliana laughed and blew her a kiss as Emma took a few deep breaths.[/i]

Juliana: Je plaisante mon doux muscle de mademoiselle.

Emma: Good, my abs are far superior. Just as we are the superior team, non?

Juliana: Oui. Just because the saying Majestuosa Manor is built better, is brilliant and shirts are coming, does not mean it is not the gospel truth. There is no team around with our combination of strength, speed, technical acumen, power, poise, charisma, sex appeal, grace, and flawless teamwork. Since Majestuosa Manor arrived on Madness, we have won match after match after match.

Emma: We have beaten team after team after team. In fact, I think both of these teams were in that gauntlet match, who won?

Juliana: Majestuosa Manor. We’re basically the uncrowned champions. Ask anyone who they think of when they think of the XWF Madness tag division.

Emma: Majestuosa Manor. We truly are the best. We need to make sure we continue to prove that tonight. So help me take these off and get them ready to buy, we will send Cooper off in an uber back to the hotel to drop these off for us, and I will let him down easy later on. You would be mean about it.

Juliana: It’s not mean, it’s just brutally honest. Okay though. We should get in touch with Marisol later this week. I am sure she either has to know or can get us in touch with someone who knows a big strong guy who is willing to carry bags and maybe sometimes possibly occasionally, bludgeon an enemy for us.

Emma: That would have been a great thing to say off-camera.

Juliana: Oh God, we didn’t do some ridiculous sign-off thing. Let’s get it over with, I need my massage, my pesto, my water, and my body armor.

Juliana and Emma each pull up a freshly poured glass of champagne and smirk.

Juliana: Never forget Madness, Majestuosa Manor is simply built better.

Juliana and Emma both blow a kiss towards the camera, but drop all except their middle fingers as they extend their hands. They sip champagne as they flip off the camera and smirk before we fade to ringside.

JC: Majestuosa Manor, Denzel!

DP: They’re rude, they’re loud, they’re crass but Jacuinde, they’re also a handful.

JC: We’ll see them in action later on tonight as they compete in a triple threat tag team match against the… I guess, apparent Tag Team champions the Bing Bong Twinzz and BGTL.

Madness returns in a moment.

JC: Back here on Madness, folks! Johnny Miami is set to go one on one with Marisol Vilaro. Denzel, what do you got?

DP: I think Johnny Miami will have his hands full. Marisol Vilaro spreads herself around multiple promotions and she’s very much underrated. She has this way of making everyone want to beat the crap out of her and… there’s money in that.

RA: The following contest is set for one fall! Already in the ring.. Johnnyyyy MIIIIAMMMMIII!

JC: Nothing like a lukewarm reception to get ya goin’!

RA: And his opponent!

RA: From Barcelons, Spain… MARISOLLLL VILLLLARRROOOO!

Shake it off by Taylor Swift plays over the public address system as the fans boo loudly, knowing that the creator of the Vilaro System is about to make her way out. From the back, first, come out a couple of people with Vilaro Fitness t-shirts. However, they stand aside, and soon in a burst of energy, is none other than the Marvelous One herself, Marisol Vilaro. She comes out and begins to pose, soaking in the reaction and showing off her physique. As the two muscular Vilaro students stand on either side of her, preventing the fans from touching her, Marisol takes the time to taunt the crowd. Showing some Vilaro Fitness products and how they can help the fans improve.

Of course, this only gets her more heat.

JC: Like her or not, she’s a spark plug!

DP: She most certainly is. A literal heat magnet, this woman.

Just before she was supposed to enter the ring, Marisol Vilaro jumps back to the floor, getting loud boos from the New York City faithful going toward her gym bag, before pulling out a microphone that says VilaroFit, the branding of her new gym on it. The fans are on the case of the Fitness Queen, who doesn’t care about the adverse reaction she is receiving. The Referee is yelling for Marisol to get in the ring, who has her hands on her hips, insulted by the rudeness of the referee as soon puts the microphone up to her lips, gracing the booing rabble with her lovely obnoxious tone, that always came so naturally to her.

Marisol Vilaro: First of all, we do this when I say so, Jimmy Miami is not worth the time of Marisol Vilaro; you know that Thad knows that, and all of these people here tonight in New York know that, and before this match I want to speak to all of you, yes every single one of you sitting in this arena, you see I look around, and all I see is failure, and disappointment hell I smell it all over the arena that or your hygiene is just really, really bad. Probably, both, to be honest; you should all do better, and to fix that hygiene problem, you can order the newest perfume on the market, the hottest two VivaVilaro, yes yours truly was approached for marketing, and how could I turn down that offer for such a fantastic product.

Marisol reached into her purple gym bag and pulled out the perfume, and it was in the same aerosol can she used on Pebbles at the last show, which caused louder boos to come from the angry, drunken rabble. She then sprays it around herself, trying to keep the smell from the fans down as she shouts, and a couple of fans cough from the strength of it. As she then slides it back into her bag before yelling proudly.

Marisol Vilaro: For only 95 dollars, you can get that fantastic scent, and how RUDE of you all I am trying to help get the disgusting smell out of this place?! Now looking at all of you, this place shouldn’t be called the Big Apple; it should be called the wide gut of America.

The boos intensify as the New Yorkers pour all their hate onto the young Catalonian native. Who puts her hand over her chest, acting shocked at the response to her statement as she shouts.

Marisol Vilaro: Whats the matter? Really? I want to help you all become better versions of yourself, and it starts with putting the slice of Pizza down and the beer and using just fifteen dollars and 99 cents to sign up for my VilaroSystem. See, for just 15.99 a month, you can begin your path to a better you, and from the looks of you all, you need it; yes, you might have to cut back a bit, but you will be so much better in the long run for it. Think about it: you don’t want to be a loser like your New York Giants, right?

The boos grow loud as a Mari sucks chant begins to ring throughout the arena as she yells loudly over the microphone.

Marisol Vilaro: My voice is much louder than all of yours, and when I have the microphone, my voice is the one that matters; see you all just like Jimmy over their need my help, and I begin the kind, compassionate woman I am, will offer you that help, and you will listen to it why? Because I will hold this show hostage! If I am not heard, and Thad knows I am money, so tough luck, and suck it up because you need it!

Marisol pauses again as the boos get louder before calming down; however, The Fitness Queen soon begins speaking proudly. Now was The moment ever was waiting for, if you asked Marisol.

Marisol Vilaro: Now, what does my Vilaro System Provide? Well, what it offers is a full series of workouts with an accelerated 90-day program, but most of you can’t handle that so that six-month traditional plan would help you all; it is a lifestyle modification it teaches you all the right way to think about diet, and exercise and make it a part of your lives for now on. But that is okay if it takes you all a little longer, Shania did the six-month plan, and she looks freaking amazing; seriously, her progress, if you have been following her on Twitter, is the type of progress you all should aspire to. Or how about how my insights and training helped Chris Mosh become a world champion? Though he did drop the ball but that was HIS FAULT!

Johnny Miami looks annoyed as he tries to walk toward the ropes where Marisol is as she backs up, yelling on her microphone at the referee.

Marisol Vilaro: Hold him back, lumpy. That’s right, that's right, this is about me helping save all of you from yourselves, not a wrestling match. See, we know in a wrestling match, Jimmy will get beaten. I mean, it's only natural; not only am I the best natural athlete on Madness, but this business is in my blood, So I am naturally better than you, so you get to listen as well deal with it, moron!

The boos grow loud as the ref looks agitated that she insulted him, but the bell can’t ring with her on the floor, so nothing really can be done; a broad smile appears on the face of the Fitness Queen.

Marisol Vilaro: I get it thought, you might be thinking, but Marisol, I am so out of shape, such a loser; how can I do this? And that is where I’d say you can, but you have to change that mindset that is why you get my Mari Motivation series for free with this, so you can get all the motivation you need to complete this amazing journey you will be embarking upon. A journey one day that will lead you to be a productive member of society; you can wake up feeling energized and healthy ready to conquer the day! As well as the meal plan, a discount to be used on Vilaro Fitness.com of 15 percent for any other VilaroFitness products you will need to complete the journey. Because it all starts with you doing one thing: to ENTRUST IN MARI!

Marisol yells out with one free arm, posing for the fans who shower her with all the hate and vitriol they possibly can. The Catalonian’s smile turns into a sinister snake-like smirk as she says in a smug tone.

Marisol Vilaro: And here's a discount code since I know people are strapped for money right now; with a special code hashtag Vilaro’s Justice, you can waive the first month’s charge; that is right, I will give you this a whole month free because you all really need it…

JC: They hate her, Denzel!

DP: All the more reason people will pay to see her get beat!

Suddenly… the X-Tron comes to life accompanied by a vaguely familiar theme.

JC: Wait a minute! Denzel!

DP: Big Cyrus Braddock!

JC: He’s a professional bodyguard and a hired hitman of sorts!

DP: Why is he here though!?

Dressed in blue jeans and his standard leather vest, the 6’9” man of action makes his way toward the ring with his eyes trained on Johnny Miami. On the floor, Marisol Vilaro celebrates like she’s just won the lottery, jumping up and down to the chagrin of the New York crowd.

The big man climbs the steps and stops for a moment before advancing onto the apron and stepping through the ropes. Before he can fully enter the ring though, Johnny Miami goes on the attack, hitting him with a flurry of forearms to his back and shoulders.

JC: And Big Cy Braddock swats him away like a gnat!

DP: He’s big, he’s powerful… and very clearly on the side of the Fitness Guru, Marisol Vilaro!

After Cy swats Miami away, Johnny soars across the ring and lands on his ass. He quickly gets back to his feet and charges toward Cy again. Upright now, Cy is nailed with forearms to his chest and kicks to his midsection.

JC: This may not be going according to plan for Miss Vilaro!

DP: I’ve seen Braddock before, Jacuinde! He can absorb a lot of punishment!

The big man is rocked into the corner as Johnny Miami feels momentum firmly on his side. He brings Cy out of the corner and backs him against the ropes. Miami sends him across the ring, but Cyrus reverses.

JC: Off the ropes…

DP: Big Braddock with a clothesline!

JC: Johnny Miami ducks! Off the far side now!

DP: OOOOoooooOOOO!

JC: My gawd! He about took Johnny’s head clean off his shoulders!

DP: He might have an imprint of those size 15’s on his face here in about three minutes!

After the crushing big boot, Big Cy stands over Johnny Miami.

Marisol Vilaro: Crush him, Cy!

The official attempts to intervene on Johnny Miami’s behalf, but Cy steps toward him and the referee hightails it out of the ring to the floor. Returning his attention to the down and out Johnny Miami, Cy reaches down and wraps both of his meat hook hands around his throat and pulls him to a vertical base.

One handed, Cyrus Braddock lifts him up, then slams him down into the mat with a vicious chokeslam.

Marisol Vilaro: Deliver Vilaro’s Justice, Cy!

JC: Vilaro, barking out orders to her new protector!

DP: He is systematically tearing Johnny Miami apart here and he may well need some medical attention!

Back to his feet, Cy grabs a handful of Miami’s hair and pulls him to his feet before flipping him up and sending him down to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb.

Marisol Vilaro: AGAIN!

JC: Come on!

The fans boo far louder than they had been earlier as Cyrus Braddock, on Marisol’s orders, manhandles Johnny Miami. Again, he’s flipped up and slammed to the mat with a powerbomb.

Marisol Vilaro: What? You want another one? she asks the crowd.

DP: The more they boo her, the more punishment she’s ordering on Johnny Miami here tonight!

JC: I’m sure Thaddeus Duke will have something to say about this!

DP: Not likely.

JC: …

DP: Cyrus Braddock used to work for the Madness GM, Jacuinde!

JC: …

For a third time, Cyrus Braddock plants Johnny Miami in the center of the ring. The fans boo them both loudly as Braddock falls to his knees on either side of Miami, striking a pose. Braddock stands upright a moment later as Marisol Vilaro enters the ring. The referee slides in too and immediately goes to check on Miami.

Marisol Vilaro: Start the match!

DP: What!?

JC: She wanted to have an easy night! The bell never rang and the match never officially started!

The official protests but Cy takes an aggressive step toward him. Immediately, he calls for the bell to start the match.

JC: This match…

DP: It’s underway and Marisol quickly goes for a cover.

Initially, the referee doesn’t know whether he should count it or not, but then…

COUNT IT! shouts Braddock.

The XWF official promptly drops to the mat.

1!

2!

3!!!

WINNER: Marisol Vilaro by pinfall in 0:09

JC: This… has been a miscarriage of justice!

DP: What once was the Lion’s Justice, is now Vilaro’s Justice and I gotta tell ya, Jacuinde… if this man Cyrus Braddock is guarding Marisol’s backside… then…

JC: Marisol Vilaro just became one of the scariest competitors on the Madness roster!

DP: Marisol Vilaro, with her… attitude… with that kind of muscle, that kind of power behind her… Madness might be the most dangerous place in the world for any of her enemies!

JC: Madness rolls on after this break, folks!

When Madness returns, we’re in the back as we find Walker Hill, dressed and ready for his match. He spins his hat around in his hands as he looks up at the camera and smiles.

Walker Hill: Howdy there folks. Coming up in a little bit, I got me a match with Elijah Copeland. I ain’t had a whole lot to say about this match. Truth is, I’m pretty sure that more folks is picking Elijah to win this battle of biblical named fellas. I could be mad about that, I could talk about how I find that insulting or disrespectful or blah blah blah, but I don’t. He’s talented, he’s been around for a bit, and he’s the favorite. Thing is though, it ain’t be a whole lot, and that’s why I ain’t said a whole lot. I been watching matches, working out, honing my moves, and preparing for the dirty tricks he likes to employ. I ain’t gonna get caught sleeping, and I intend to show that it don’t matter if I talk your ear off, or if I just sit back and listen. What I do inside that ring speaks real damn loud. So it’s about time we saddle on up and get ready to fight. New York, I know this ain’t your specialty, but if you would be so kind as to give a simple Texas man some hospitality, get them horns ready and say it with me..

Walker smiles, puts his hat on, gets the horns ready, takes a step back with his right foot, bows his head, and then swings his foot wide out as he raises his hand high in the air and bellows out…

Walker Hill: YEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!

Walker grins and heads off, high-fiving a few crew members along the way and giving a few tips of his cowboy hat as he heads off towards the ring as we fade back to another backstage location..

JC: That match is coming up in mere moments, Denzel!

DP: That one should be a good one, no doubt!

We cut to the locker room of Lexi Gold where she is seen frantically rummaging through all her bags trying to find her newly won Equatorial Championship, her clothes and other items in her bag go flying and land on the ground in a pile. With no luck, she knew she had to break the news to the new GM of Madness Thaddeus Duke about her missing championship.

She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, trying to figure out how she was about to break the news to him, then after thinking it through, she decided to leave her locker room and made her way down the hallway in search of his office. A nervous look formed on her face as she continued to walk. At some point, she found it and stopped in her tracks. She stood by the door and waited before she knocked three times.

The new GM keeps his door open at all times and pops his head up at the sound of the knock. He took notice of the concerned look on Lexi's face.

"Hey Lex," Thaddeus greeted her. "Come on in."

She looked obviously nervous as she entered.

"What’s on your mind hun?" He asked her.

Still, she said nothing as she paced in front of his desk.

"Lexi what's wrong?" He asked. "Whatever it is, you can talk to me."

She finally calms down and takes a seat on one of the chairs and looks at him. Fumbling with her fingers.

Lexi Gold: I don't know what other way to tell you this, but I lost my Equatorial Championship. I could have sworn I packed it in my bags with me. Do you think someone went through my stuff and took it?

Thad leans back in his chair rubbing his forehead with his hand.

"Lexi," he began. "How exactly do you lose a Championship?"

Lexi goes to speak but Thad holds his hand up for her to stop.

"I'm just kidding, relax," he said with a smile before reaching into the bottom left drawer of his desk. Pulling out Lexi's Equatorial title, he holds it up.

"This the one?"

She nodded then reached for it. Thad looks like he's about to hand it to her when he drops the Equatorial title in the trash can.

"I want Madness to be treated with respect, not mocked for wearing ridiculous titles," he said before reaching into the bottom right drawer of his desk, revealing a freshly minted United States Championship.

"This one should fit the prestige bill," he said as he slid the title across his desk. "It's yours."

She grabs the belt with a sparkle in her eyes and in shock if she was being honest. She wasn't expecting this at all, but was happy, nevertheless, as her eyes were drawn to the championship with her hands before she threw it over her shoulder and smiled.

She sure is a beauty, ain't she? I can't wait to start defending it and make every single person proud of me and show them why I absolutely deserved this. For me, It's been years in the making to get to the top here on Madness, and I don't plan on ever stopping, or stepping down from that mountain top. I suggest you watch what I do to Myra Rivers tonight in that main event. While I respect her and her contributions to this business, you'll find out the lengths I'm going to go through to prove that I'm that much damn better than her. Thank you for the belt, but if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready now.

She smiles as the two shake hands before she clutches her belt and leaves the room.

JC: New gold all around tonight as now Lexi Gold has her Equatorial title replaced by a United States title!

DP: She’ll be in action in tonights main event as she goes one on one with World champion, Myra Rivers!

JC: When we come back, Walker Hill and Elijah Copeland will go one on one!

JC: We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, it has been a hell of a night already and we’re not even finished.

DP: That’s right! Young Walker Hill looks to impress tonight as he goes one on one with veteran Elijah Copeland!

JC: And that match starts… now!

RA: The following one on one contest is set for ONE FALL!

RA: Introducing first! From Gun Barrel City, Texas… weighing 2 hundred 30 pounds! WALKERRRR HILLL!

“Be Cowboy” performed by Black Stone Cherry begins as a spotlight shines down on the ramp. Walker Hill burst through the curtain and throws up the horns as some red, white, and blue pyro shoots off. Walker yells out a hearty YEE HAW! before he starts making his way down the ramp. He slaps hands with some fans along the way, then makes his way up the steps and hops into the ring. He throws the horns up and yells another YEE HAW before he tosses his hat into the crowd.

JC Walker, Texas Wrestler looking to make a name for himself here tonight on Madness!

DP: He’s got his work cut out for him tonight though!

RA: His opponent!

From Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Weighing 2 hundred 10 pounds… EEEELIJAHH COOOOPELANNND!

The camera pans around the Mamhattan Center. Just then there was black, gold, and white flickering as "Breaking Through" by the Wreckage hits the speakers in the arena.

♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪

Just then Elijah is seen coming through the Curtains and the fans begins to boo. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He put his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nodes.

♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪

He starts walking down the ramp as the fans continue to shower his boos. He stops and looks at the crowd and giving off a slight smirk and laughs as their misfortunes. He bad mouth the fans before getting down to the ringside and stopping on the ringside mat. He walks towards the steel steps and breathes in.

♪ Don't tell me everything is all right
(I know you know)
Don't tell me how to live my life
I'm breaking through tonight ♪

He slaps the steps a few times before walking up them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle.

♪ You can crash and burn this time
As I leave it all behind
These scars won't breathe anymore anymore, no
Sounds like goodbye ♪

He looks at the fans as he slowly takes off his shirt and throws it to the outside. He points at the fans before getting down and moves to the corner.

The bell rings, as Elijah Copeland and Walker Hill face off in the middle of the ring. Copeland, exuding cockiness, sneers, meanwhile Hill, plays to the cheering crowd, glancing to the side, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The match starts with both competitors circling each other, trying to gain the upper hand. Copeland makes the first move, lunging at Hill with a forearm attack, but Walker ducks underneath and counters with a dropkick, sending Eli stumbling backward. The crowd roars in approval as Hill follows up with a snap suplex, smoothly executing the move, the sound of Copeland’s back connecting with the canvas echoing throughout the arena.

JC: Hill with the all important quick start here tonight!

DP: Much to Copeland’s chagrin!

Copeland slams his hand off the mat in frustration, annoyed by Hill's early success. He charges at Walker in the corner, but Hill slips away and connects with a series of repeated elbow strikes to the cocky brawler. Each strike finds its mark, leaving Eli stunned in the corner. Hill capitalizes and delivers multiple double-foot stomps before the referee is forced to intervene. He gives Walker a standing count:

1!

2!

3!

4!

JC: Walker Hill! On a mission this evening!

DP: But he’ll need to be mindful of the official and keep his nose clean if he wants a chance!

Walker backs off before the referee reaches five, holding his hands up in acknowledgement. He goes back on the attack but Copeland has pulled himself up, using the top ropes either side of the turnbuckle to propel himself up and he smashes his boots straight into the oncoming Hill’s face, creating some distance and recovers. He charges back at Hill, attempting a Russian leg sweep, wrapping his arm around the back of his neck but Hill counters by grabbing his arm and drops to the mat, transitioning into a cross armbar, catching Copeland off guard. Eli yelps in discomfort and grimaces. After a back-and-forth, he manages to wrap his feet around the bottom rope, forcing Walker to relinquish the submission hold. Copeland rolls out of the ring and onto the apron, using the ropes to pull himself up. Walker makes a beeline for him but Eli catches him unawares, hanging him up on the rope with a modified snap swinging neckbreaker. Sending the momentum moving in his favor, Copeland jumps over the rope and back into the ring and he grabs Hill by the waist, heaving him up and sends him across the ring with an audacious release German suplex. Copeland dashes across, rolling Hill over and pins him with a lateral press as the referee counts:

1!

2!

But Walker tenaciously throws a shoulder off the mat, forcing the near-fall.

JC: Near fall that time from Copeland!

DP: Solid match up thus far!

Undeterred, Copeland maintains control with a flurry of kicks and knee strikes. He delivers a superkick that nearly knocks Hill off his feet. Hill manages to recover and avoids a busaiku knee kick, countering with a hurricanrana that sends Copeland sprawling.

Both competitors trade DDT variations, snap, tornado, and running DDTs, leaving the crowd on the edge of their seats. Copeland attempts an elevated double-arm DDT, but Hill manages to reverse it into an ankle clutch prawn hold, nearly scoring a pinfall. Copeland continues to maintain control with a flurry of kicks and knee strikes as Walker tries to get up back to a vertical base. Copeland takes a few steps back and measures Hill as he climbs to his feet. He runs at Walker full-speed, jumping into the air for a Busaiku knee kick. But Hill ducks down to one knee and leaps up, wrapping his legs around Eli’s shoulders, taking him down with a scintillating hurricanrana. The momentum of the move sends Eli springing back to his feet. Walker takes advantage of Copeland’s stunned state and goes to plant him with a running DDT. Copeland manages to dig his heels in which prevents Walker from fully-executing it. He drives a hard knee into his midsection before going for an elevated double-arm DDT. But this time Walker fights out of, reversing the momentum into an ankle clutch prawn hold and the referee counts:

1!

2!

But Copeland is able to muscle out of the pinning predicament at the last moment. The crowd roars as Hill plays to their excitement, fist pumping and thumping his chest emphatically. Copeland seizes the opportunity though to deliver a baseball slide, sending Hill crashing to the outside. With a smirk, Copeland sizes up Hill and takes flight with a tope suicida, crashing into him with precision and guile. Copeland brings Walker to his feet and slams him face-first into the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring.

Hill quickly recovers though and surprises Eli with a high-speed forearm attack, showing off his agility and speed. He follows up with a dropkick that sends Copeland reeling into the ropes. Hill charges in with a running knee strike, but Copeland manages to sidestep, causing Walker to crash into the turnbuckles.

With Hill cornered, Copeland takes advantage and delivers multiple knee strikes to his opponent's head, leaving him dazed. But as Copeland goes for another knee strike, Hill ducks under and rolls him up in a sudden La Magistral Pin. The referee counts:

1!

2!

JC: Copeland kicks out just in time!

DP: That near fall sent a jolt of excitement through this crowd!

Both competitors are now aware that victory could come at any moment having shared several near-falls between them. As the match progresses, Hill's athleticism begins to shine through. He connects with a perfectly executed dragon suplex, leaving Copeland stunned on the mat, his eyes widened and clutching the back of his head. Hill then goes for a moonsault, showcasing his but Copeland moves out of the way just in time.

Eli capitalizes on the opportunity and delivers another release German suplex. He follows up with a Yakuza kick that catches Hill flush on the jaw, staggering him. But Hill shows his resilience, countering a follow-up move with a beautiful bridging German suplex. Walker arches his back, balancing on the top of his head and tips of his toes as the referee counts:

1!

2!

But again, Copeland kicks out, breaking the bridge at the last second. Both competitors are now visibly fatigued but refuse to back down. Copeland attempts shining wizard, but Hill manages to evade it, leaving Copeland kicking at thin air. Hill retaliates with a swift “Roundup” (Slingblade), connecting it with precision.

Hill sees the chance to finish the match, going for the “King of the Hill” slingshot flipping lariat. He sets up Copeland perfectly, but he ducks under the attack and counters with a backbreaker, halting Hill's momentum.

The crowd is on their feet, witnessing a thrilling back-and-forth encounter. Copeland, ever the opportunist, delivers a rope hung snap reverse STO, leaving Hill in a daze. He quickly follows up with a Shining Wizard, managing to hit it this time, connecting with a resounding impact.

The crowd gasps as Copeland goes for the cover.

1!

2!

JC: Hill kicks out just before the three!

DP: He’s showing his determination to continue the fight!

JC: These fans are on the edge of their seats, fully invested in the exhilarating battle before them!

DP: So are we!

With both men giving their all, Hill moves to the outside of the ring, gripping the top rope in anticipation for “King of the Hill”. The crowd comes to their feet sensing what’s coming. Walker slingshots over but is met suddenly with another jaw-jacking Shining Wizard from Copeland. He floats over into a cover and the referee counts:

1!

2!

Again though, Walker instinctively heaves a shoulder up and the crowd comes to life. Copeland smashes the mat in frustration. He holds three fingers up to the referee gesturing that it was a winning pinfall but the referee assured him it was a two-count. Copeland turns back and goes to grab Walker to his feet but out of nowhere, he pulls Copeland into a small package which brings the crowd to their feet. As the referee begins the count, the crowd counts along in unison:

1!

2!

3!!!!

WINNER: Walker Hill by pinfall in 13:57

JC: He did it!

DP: Walker Hill claims victory tonight over Elijah Copeland!

JC: It’ll go down as an upset, but nevertheless, Walker Hill will head to the pay window!

While Walker Hill briefly celebrates his victory, Copeland rolls out of the ring to the floor. Mad at himself, he slams his fist against the ring apron before walking toward the back with his hands on his hips as Madness fades to commercial.

Back from commercial, Brody Goodman is standing backstage.

Come on in here! Come on in here! My guests at this time, the NEW tag team champions of the world, MC and Cash App, the Bing Bong Twinzz.

JC: Oh what the hell?

The two boys enter the picture with their abducted tag team titles hanging around their necks.

Congratulations are certainly in order as you now wear the tag team championships. But tonight, you two are set to compete against Majestuosa Manor and BGTL. A match that no doubt may have title implic… ations…

What’s up champs? GM Thaddeus Duke says as he enters the picture and stops short of double clotheslining the Bing Bong Twinzz. The 6’1” GM almost towers over the 5’9” Twinzz and the 5’7” Goodman.

With his arms over their shoulders, the Twinzz crane their necks to look up at him.

Well isn’t this a mighty fine surprise! The General Manager of Madness has just joined our little party!

See, we have a problem, Thad begins. I had a plan for those belts you two fought so courageously to steal from the equipment lockers, but I have an idea. Since you two want to be champions so bad, fine… you are the official World Tag Team Champions.

The Twinzz like what they hear so obviously they’re celebrating in their… you know… way.

But to be champion in this industry my weird little friends, means you have to defend them. So tonight, in that three way tag team match, The Bing Bong Twinkzz will defend those titles.

The looks on the Twinzz faces turns from smiling happy to gloom and doom in an instant.

Enjoy the rest of your night boys, Thad says before walking off.

MC: Wait!

CA: Thad!

The Twinzz walk off, leaving Brody Goodman by himself.

MC: What the hell is a twink?

Jacuinde, Denzel… I really though he was shorter. Like 5’6” but anyway…

You heard it from the man himself! Tonight on Madness The Bing Bong Twinkzz… I mean, Twinzz… will defend their tag team championships. But that’s not all! If you call my hotline now, I, Beautiful Brody Goodman WILL give you three big scoops!

That’s right, for the low low price of just 9.99 per minute, you’ll hear what I’ve heard concerning what legend is headed back to the XWF!

That’s right folks! Call now, 1-900-999-9999! A legend of this company is headed back to the XWF and I have the scoop and I have all the details concerning what role he’ll have and what show he’ll be on.

Plus, if you call in the next 99 minutes, I, Beautiful Brody Goodman will give you the inside scoop on the Kevin Mears contract situation. You heard me right! Rumors are absolutely swirling as to the demands he’s making to General Manager Thaddeus Duke. Since this is the new era, since this is the very first show, I’ll give you one free of charge.

Kevin Mears demands to have a private jet fully paid for by the Xtreme Wrestling Federation in order to sign his new contract!

For just the low, low price of 9.99, you too can know what I, Beautiful Bridy Goodman knows about Kevin Mears. Just call 1-900-999-9999!

But wait…

DP: There’s more!?

Indeed! Indeed my fine journalist friend! In maybe the biggest story currently enveloping Madness, I know… from a reputable source… just who attacked Summer Page.

Brody Goodman leans toward the camera.

Beautiful Brody Goodman will even give you a hint… they’re not even on the Madness roster.

Again, for just 9.99 you can find out everything that I know. Just dial 1-900-999-9999! Call the hotline NOW!

The camera fades back to ringside.

JC: I’m… at a loss for words. I thought wrestling hotlines went out in 2001.

DP: Jacuinde, I don’t know about you, but…

JC: Yeah I think he’s full of shit!

DP: Not exactly the word I’d use, but…

JC: Well it should be. Folks, when Madness returns, the Bing Bong Twinkzz..

DP: Twinzz…

JC: Ahh yeah. Anyway, they defend their tag team titles against BGTL and Majestuosa Manor when we come back!

Madness returns as the Bing Bong Twinzz entrance fades out.

JC: We’re back here on Madness, and all three teams are in the ring!

DP: The Bing Bong Twinzz defend their world tag team titles and they look none too happy about that fact.

JC: Well, Thaddeus Duke gave them the opportunity to prove they’re champions but BGTL and Majestuosa Manor just might have something to say about that!

The bell rings and the match is underway. No sooner than the bell rings, all six wrestlers charge at each other in the center of the ring unleashing a wild brawl for the early advantage. The chaos escalates as the respective members of Da Bing Bong Twinzz brawl with Juliana from Majestuosa Manor and Ximena Asensio of BGTL. MC C-Munqqquee takes Juliana over the top rope with a clothesline that sends him spilling over the top as well. Ximena meanwhile almost takes Li’l Ca$h-App’s head off with a massive boot to the face, sending him tumbling through the ropes. As the action spills to the outside, the four superstars continue to brawl, trading punches and throwing each into the barricades. The referee leans to the outside through the middle rope, remonstrating vehemently, demanding they go to their respective corners or he’ll throw the match out.

JC: You had to know this match would be difficult to control!

DP: Three teams, six ego’s… it is a lot to manage!

In the ring, Emma wastes no time in asserting early dominance. She charges at Claire with lightning speed, catching her off guard with a roaring elbow that sends her reeling back. She continues her aggressive start, grabbing Claire by the hair. She tries to retaliate with a mule kick but Emma sidesteps it easily. Using her superior strength, Emma holds Claire by the back of the head, turning her body slightly before ramming her forearm up underneath the chin with a series of powerful European uppercuts. She lifts Rogers with ease, sending her crashing down with a textbook scoop slam.

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, the Da Bing Bong Twinzz are double-teaming Ximena Asensio, using their combined strength to try and overpower the bodybuilder. The self-proclaimed champions slam Ximena into the steel steps and ring apron consecutively before Mendoza comes from behind, nailing both Da Bing Bong Twinzz with respective low blows, a cocky smile stretching across her face. She sees Ximena, still dazed, climbing to her feet and takes her down by slamming the back of her head hard into the barricade. The referee remonstrates again, admonishing Mendoza who holds her hands up in mock innocence as she and the other outside competitors make their way to their respective corners.

JC: You’d think by now, wrestling promotions would use two or three referee’s to call these types of matches.

DP: Eliminate too many variables and things grow stale too quickly.

Back inside the ring, Emma continues to dictate the pace, lifting Claire up for a military press slam; showcasing her raw power. Couture holds Claire high above her head before slamming her down with authority. Claire clutches her back in pain as Emma quickly follows up with a stalling suplex.

With Claire on the defensive and favoring her back, Emma tags in Juliana, who immediately takes advantage of the situation. Juliana enters the ring with a burst of speed and agility, hitting Claire with a dropkick that sends her stumbling towards her corner. Juliana quickly tags Emma back in, and they execute a perfectly timed combination move. Juliana crashes into Rogers with a hip attack followed by a swinging sidewalk slam from Couture before another quick tag is made.

JC: The Manor is running like a well oiled machine!

DP: They really are. Those quick tags are just keeping the opposition at bay.

Mendoza goes for a quick cover but the referee barely has time to get to the mat before Ximena darts in, grabbing Juliana and throwing her into the turnbuckle before giving her the finger. She gestures towards Asensio before moving back to focus on Rogers. However the interjection has given Claire the time to get her bearings. She takes the eyes of the incoming Juliana as the referee’s back is turned with him focusing on warning Ximena.

Seeing her partner in trouble, Emma enters the ring which also draws the referee’s attention as he cuts her off, warning her to get back to her corner. Sensing an opportunity, the Da Bing Bong Twinzz double-team Juliana behind the referee’s back. He doesn’t see MC C-Munqqquee sneak a pair of brass knuckles into the ring as he nails Juliana’s in the head before tossing it to the outside. He and Ca$h-App then drill her with a double DDT.

JC: Brass Knuckles!?

DP: That’s madness!

JC: The Twinzz! They’re rollin’ now!

DP: They may just walk out with the straps after all!

JC: The cover by MC!?

Despite not being legal, the referee counts anyway.

1!

2!

DP: Emma with the save!

JC: Wild, wild match!

Juliana tries to fight back but the brass knuckles have opened up a cut on her head making it difficult to see. As the referee finally restores some semblance of order, the legal competitors are Claire and Juliana. Having now recovered, Rogers has Juliana from her corner and prevented her from making the much-needed tag to Emma. Coutoure is livid outside the ring, trying to rally Mendoza back into the match.

Claire, still seething from Juliana’s early onslaught, retaliates with a swift low dropkick, aiming to take out her legs. But Mendoza displays her agility, hopping over the incoming kick and countering with a beautifully-executed hurricanrana that sends Claire tumbling across the canvas.

Juliana finally manages to dart across and tags in Emma, who re-enters the ring with a determined glint in her eye. She wastes no time, launching a brutal assault on Rogers with a barrage of hard-hitting strikes. She lands a series of forearm strikes, backing Claire into the ropes before whipping her across the ring with an Irish whip. As Claire rebounds, Emma catches her with a devastating spinebuster, shaking the ring with the impact.

JC: What a spinebuster from Emma Couture!

DP: Rogers is down!

Emma prepares to deliver the Springboard Running Dragon Bomb. However, her excitement gets the better of her, and as she launches herself towards Claire, she manages to roll out of the way just in time, leaving Emma crashing hard onto the mat. Claire uses the momentary respite to make the tag to Ximena. She rushes into the ring and executes a perfect standing moonsault on the downed Emma. She follows up with a diving leg drop, aiming to keep Emma grounded and capitalize on her inexperience.

As the action unfolds, chaos reigns on the outside, with the Da Bing Bong Twinzz continuing to take advantage of the referee’s attention on the in-ring action. They hang up on Juliana, nailing her with a spike piledriver, with Ca$h-App jumping from the barricade for leverage.

JC: Oh God!

DP: She may be in traction for the next few days!

Back in the ring, Claire and Ximena work together to take control of Emma, executing a double chop block that takes her off her feet. BGTL continues their dominance with impressive teamwork, flooring her with the Burning Hammer/Top Rope Leg Drop. .

But the powerhouse Couture refuses to stay down. She digs deep and manages to counter with a jaw-dropping Gorilla Press Slam on the equally-imposing Ximena, displaying her impressive strength.

Outside the ring, Juliana, having recovered from the earlier assault, intervenes to protect her partner. She executes a breathtaking tope con giro, launching herself over the top rope and crashing into the Da Bing Bong Twinzz with incredible precision. The impact sends MC C-Munqqquee and Li’l Ca$h-App sprawling, and the fans are on their feet.

The match continues at a frantic pace with the referee at times struggling to keep track of who is legal. , action inside the ring becomes more frenzied. Li'l Ca$h-App is eventually decreed to be the legal competitor against Juliana Mendoza. Both of them trade quick strikes and counters, with Juliana relying on her speed and agility to outmaneuver the brawling tactics of Li'l Ca$h-App. Juliana connects with a series of knife-edge chops and consecutive enziguris, stunning him as he drops to one knee.

Li'l Ca$h-App, however, fights back as he catches Juliana mid-flight from a run off the ropes, delivering a powerful snap powerslam that shakes the ring.

JC: Quick cover!

DP: Mendoza kicks out, but barely!

JC: This ref might need a raise after this match.

DP: He’ll certainly have earned his pay tonight!

Outside the ring, chaos continues to unfold as Emma Couture and MC C-Munqqquee team up to target BGTL. Ximena is floored by Couture thanks to hard German suplex on the floor as she bashes the back of her head on the corner of the steps, sending a splatter of blood on the embossed steel. As Claire goes to check on her injured partner, concern etched on her face, she is taken out by MC C-Munqqquee who nails her with a buckle bomb into the outside corner of one of the ring posts.

Seeing the severity of the situation, the referee rushes to the outside to check on BGTL, motioning for backstage assistance with both ladies likely confused, bleeding profusely from the backs of their heads! The referee is entirely focused on the injured BGTL though, he is completely unaware of the events unfolding in the ring.

Suddenly, Marisol Vilaro, appears on the stage. She beckons to the back in a frantic manner and an imposing figure, standing somewhere near seven feet tall, emerges from the shadows.

JC: Vilaro is bringing out Cyrus Braddock!

DP: We saw what happened earlier, Jacuinde!

The leviathan of a man bulldozes his way to the ring with an intimidating presence. With the referee still distracted, the massive man takes advantage of the situation. He obliterates both Da Bing Bong Twinzz with thunderous powerbombs, leaving them lying motionless in the ring. The crowd gasps in shock at the sheer display of power.

JC: A double dose of Vilaro’s Justice!

DP: Those two may actually be broken in half!

As the gargantuan man makes his exit, Majestuosa Manor looks to take advantage! Emma and Juliana pull up both members of Da Bing Bong Twinzz. Emma executes her “Une Femme Méprisée” (Michinoku Driver) on Li'l Ca$h-App, while Juliana connects with her “Cosmic Counter” (Diving Meteora) on MC C-Munqqquee. She rolls him out of the ring and urges the referee back into the ring as Emma hooks MC C-Munqqquee’s legs. He dashes back in under the bottom rope and counts:

1!

2!

3!!!!

.

WINNERS: And NEW World Tag Team Champions
Majestuosa Manor by pinfall in 16:49

DP: For the second time tonight, Madness has brand new Tag Team champions!

JC: It was a war! It was vicious! It was incredibly entertaining throughout!

DP: Marisol Vilaro brought out her… I guess you could say, bodyguard… to ensure that Majestuosa Manor would go on to capture the tag team titles and Jacuinde, with this new man behind her, I told you she might be the most dangerous person on the roster and so far tonight, she’s proved that!

JC: She has, and as long as she and her friends benefit from the emergence of Big Cy Braddock, then I think both Marisol and The Manor are more than okay with it.

DP: What a match, man! I’m still in awe of what we just saw!

JC: Don’t switch the station because still to come here on Madness, the main event! It’s champion versus champion as United States Champion Lexi Gold goes one on one with World Heavyweight Champion, Myra Rivers!

DP: Two of the very best not just on Madness but in any promotion and we’ll bring that to you LIVE in just a little bit.

JC: Stay with us!

[white]JC: We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, the boss is on his way out here once again.

DP: It’s a busy night here to begin the new era Jacuinde, but I know Thaddeus Duke. If it wasn’t big, he wouldn’t be coming to the ring!

Thaddeus does his thing as he makes his way down the aisle, casually fiving fans and even stopping for a selfie with some kids at ringside. It’s a small venue, it doesn’t take him long though, to get to the ring. Once inside, he paces as the crowd regains their composure.

You guys are electric, he begins and the crowd responds in kind. Y’know it’s good to be home again here in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. It’s good to make the greatest city in the world our home for a little while.

But you know… Madness isn’t about me. It’s not about the Lionheart. Madness, is about the men and women in the back that lace their boots, put on some gear, and come out here to send you guys home with smiles on your faces, with moments burned into your memories.

JC: Hear, hear!

DP: That’s… why they love him, Mr. Saltzmann…. Wherever you are.

Conspicuous by his absence, if you hadn’t noticed, is Kevin Mears, he pauses for the crowd to quiet again. See, Kevin’s contract is up and he’s holding Madness up for more money.

The crowd immediately begins to boo.

No, no, I support his effort 100 percent. I never lived paycheck to paycheck and I never entered this business for the money, but I realize… I realize not everyone was born with what I was born with. I realize that everyone has their own motivations for coming into this business. I realize that not everyone does it for the love of the game…

Thad dead stares the hard camera.

Kevin, I can’t promise you a whole truck load more money, he continued on. I’ve taken over a busted brand and if you don’t want to be here, if you don’t want to be a pillar, if you don’t want to be part of the foundation in which the new Madness is built… then I respect that. I respect your decision to take your services elsewhere.

Your own girlfriend showed up. Serenity Holmes showed up on Madness because she too believes that I’m the right guy for this job. She too believes that this roster and this show have been mishandled and bungled from day one.

Yet you stayed home.

We’ve talked some Kevin, and I know where you’re coming from.

Aimless booking.

Titles that didn’t mean fuck all to anyone outside the XWF.

No real plan for the next show, or the next, or the one after that.

Just showin’ up for matches for the sake of havin’ matches.

Kevin, I’m not gonna stand here and promise that Madness will be perfect. Rome wasn’t built in a day, but I see you. You want somethin’ to sink your teeth into. You want somethin’ that you can believe in the moment you walk back through the door.

Kev, I grew up in this business. I was trained by my father… I mean you might’ve heard of him considering there’s a shrine in the Hall of Legends that’s dedicated to him. I started this gig when I was 17 years old and one thing I’ve always known is what works and what doesn’t. I know what puts asses in seats and I know how to build something from scratch.

Kevin Mears, I am not promising you anything… but opportunity.

You have the opportunity to join your Madness counterparts to build something special. You have the opportunity to hit the reset button on your Madness career and not against any old talent, but a second generation star that, like me, like you, has his finger on the pulse of this industry.

So… if and when you sign that contract… allow me to introduce to you, your challenge.

Just like you, Kevin… this man knows he’s worth more than what he’s been fed. He too has somethin’ to prove. He too wants somethin’ he can sink his teeth into…

The Madness GM falls quiet as a smile creases his lips.

JC: …who is it?

DP: I don’t know but that kid sure knows how to build up anticipation! This crowd is getting louder by the second!

JC: Welcome to Madness, Sean Parker!

DP: Parker is a mainstay at HWA, he’s been in Zion Wrestling, LOC, WCW and the newly-crowned WCW World Champion, the youngest champion in WCW history. He’s a second generation talent and now he’s here on Madness in the XWF!

“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity starts to play throughout the arena. As the song plays its slow, building intro, Sean Parker appears on the stage in a hooded waistcoat. He goes down on one knee, his head low as sparks fill the stage area. When the song explodes into life, Sean leaps to his feet, his arms outstretched and his hood falls back behind him. Sean walks confidently to the ring, running as he gets ringside and slides effortlessly under the bottom rope. He takes off his waistcoat, tossing it into the crowd before he climbs up one of the turnbuckles and fist pumps before doing a backflip back down as his music fades out. The WCW World Championship glistens around his waist.

Sean and Thad come face to face in the center of the ring. Thad extends his hand and the two embrace in a bro-hug before Thad makes his exit, leaving Sean alone in front of the Manhattan Center crowd with the stick. Sean looks around the crowd and listens to the cheers and can’t help but afford himself a small grin, he unstraps the World Championship belt from his waist and places it over his right shoulder, holding it in place with his right hand.

Thanks Thad, appreciate the introduction and the opportunity. Glad to see some of you seem to know who I am already which is flattering! But for those who don’t, my name is Sean Parker and like Thad, I had big shoes to fill. My uncle is “The One Man Tartan Army” Butch Parker. He did it all, World Championships in four different decades, Hall of Fame-worthy career. But there’s one thing he can’t do….let me emerge from his shadow… he taught me how to be a wrestler, how to run these ropes, how to be a man, but he couldn’t let go. Too long I’ve spent in the shadows of a man, not being able to flourish, not being able to fly as high as I know I can! Well, no more! I am too good, too passionate, too determined to remain on the sidelines and watch opportunity after opportunity pass me by! And…as you can see by this belt over my shoulder, the beautiful big gold, I have already started! Last night I was crowned the NEW WCW World Champion and I intend to carry that momentum into XWF on Madness!

The crowd cheered loudly in appreciation of Sean’s evident passion.

JC: These fans are eating it up, Denzel!

DP: They should! Sean Parker is an incredible talent and Madness fans will appreciate his efforts!

And that is exactly why I came to XWF, to Madness…to compete against the best our great sport has to offer! My Shotokan Sensei, Matthew Kiriyama…my mentor, my teacher…. a man that has instilled so many lessons and wisdom upon me over the years, when I made my comeback from a career-threatening back injury when I was 16, he sat at the edge of my hospital bed. He asked me “Sean-Kun, sekai de ichiban no puroresurā ni naritai desu ka?” Do you want to be the best pro wrestler in the world? And through the pain, the numbness I felt from ribs down, I nodded. I said “Hai, Sensei!” and he said “Sore nara, oshiri o agete sekai de ichiban no puroresurā ni narunda!” Then get off your ass and be the best pro wrestler in the world! And that’s what I intend to do here in XWF! Manhattan, there is a reason I am called the King of the Skies!

Sean points upwards, casting his gaze up too.

…because when I take flight, no one on this planet can touch me! That is my domain! And anyone that wants to enter my Kingdom will fall and fall hard! But here’s the kicker! I might be World Champion somewhere else, but here, in XWF, I am a King without a crown! And a King without a crown might as well be no King at all. That is why I will not rest, will not sleep, will not slow down or falter until I sit on the throne and the crown is placed upon my head!

The more Sean talks about his reasoning for being on Madness, the more pumped he gets, his voice getting rawer, his veins popping, his emerald-green eyes burning with determination.

JC: The man has passion!

DP: There is evidently a fire burning deep within him, Jacuinde!

Which brings me to the apparent elephant in the room…Kevin Mears…Thad tells me you and I are cut from the same cloth…that you and I can create some magic between these ropes…so if you’ve been finding it hard to motivate yourself lately, been stuck in a rut, looking for some sort of inspiration to get that adrenaline pumping again, you’ll find no shortage of that in me. Let me be the white whale to your Ahab, Kevin! You want some incentive to get back on the horse and have the run in XWF you’ve always wanted, then you want to step into the ring with me, because, if you’re as good as I’m led to believe you are, this is not a challenge you will want to turn down! And if you do…then more fool you, lad! So I reiterate what my Sensei said to me all those years ago, when I was lying in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the chest down! Except by all accounts, you’re sitting on your arse, collecting your paycheck and dicking around…Sore nara, oshiri o agete sekai de ichiban no puroresurā ni narunda! Get off your ass and be the best! Jitsuryoku o shimese! Ore to tatakae! Prove yourself and fight me, Kevin! If not, I’ll find somebody around here who will!

Sean looks around the Manhattan crowd who are cheering loudly.

JC: We know he’s watching!

DP: Kevin Mears is a guy that’s really got a bright future here on Madness. All his gotta do is show up!

Totemo arigatou gozaimasu! Thank you very much, Manhattan. Once more, my name is Sean Parker and if you didn’t know me before, trust me, you will when my time in XWF is done!

Sean’s music plays again as he drops the microphone on to the mat and climbs out of the ring. He readjusts the WCW World Championship, slapping some of the fans’ hands along the front row before making his way to the back.

JC: We’ve got a new General Manager, a new feel, a new outlook as we begin this new era, Denzel!

DP: It would seem that the stars are aligning, Jacuinde! With these new faces that Thaddeus Duke has signed to Madness combined with the incredible talent that was already here, this new era is looking bright!

JC: The main event is next as Madness rolls on, right after this.

Madness returns and rather than commentary, we’re goin’ to the ring!

RA: Ladies, gentlemen and gentlethems, it is time for the main event!

DP: Maaan I am looking forward to this one!

JC: You and me both!

DP: I told Thad I’d come out and to this tonight but man was I psyched when I saw this main event.

RA: This match… is set for one fall! Introducing first!

RA: From Los Angeles, California… she is the UUUUUNITED STATES CHAMPIONNN! LLLLLEXIII GOLLLLLD!

“5 out of 6” by Dessa plays and Lexi Gold appears from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. She slowly makes her way down the ramp and gazes out on the jam packed arena before she runs roward to fans at ringside and claps their hands. The Golden Goddess then makes her way up the steps and goes through the botom rope and taunts a bit before she makes her way toward the center where her eyes remain fixated on the stage as she awaits her opponents music to hit next.

JC: This is undoubtedly one of the best main events you’ll see anywhere!

DP: I could not agree more, Jacuinde! Both of these women are two of the very best!

RA: Her opponent!

RA: Hailing from Miami, Florida! She is the REIGNING! HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRLD! MYRRRAAAA RIIIIIVERRRRS!

JC: To start the show tonight, Myra Rivers' International Dateline championship was replaced with a brand new, shiny, world heavyweight title and Denzel, I’ll be damned if she isn’t smiling from ear to ear tonight!

DP: And she should be! She was the world champion and still is, but at least now, she’ll be recognized for what she’s earned!

JC: Folks, neither title is on the line tonight, but what is on the line, is pride. These are two incredibly talented women but only one of them can win this match.

DP: We’d be remiss if we didn’t mention the fact that we know that the number one contender to Lexi Gold’s United States title…

JC: Chris Mosh.

DP: …is most certainly watching this match wherever he is tonight!

The bell rings and the two women finish their pre-match warm up routine. The two fierce competitors come together in the center of the ring and exchange a handshake to some applause from the New York City crowd. They back away from each other, circle the ring a time or two then lock their horns in the center of the ring.

Coming out of the tie up, Lexi has a hold of Myra’s arm and twists it once. Myra though, ducks under and reverses the arm twist into an overhead hammer lock that forces Lexi to the mat. Not to be outdone, Lexi rolls backward to her feet, stands upright and reverses the hold back into the arm twist. Remembering Myra’s counter from moments ago, she quickly traps the world champion in a side headlock then takes her over to the mat.

Myra though, kips up out of the headlock and is back on her feet quicker than a hiccup. Lexi pops back up quickly and the two women are back to square one as they stare each other down.

JC: It’s a stalemate here in the early going!

DP: I’d expect nothing less from these two!

The two women golf clap for each other before circling and tying up once more. The two champions jockey for position and leverage but soon, Lexi wins out as she forces Myra back into the corner. The official steps in to ask for a break but Lexi Gold throws a knee lift to Myra’s midsection. Then another and a third.

Lexi takes a step back and throws her shoulder into Myra’s midsection, then a second and a third one of those. Lexi steps back as Myra falls to her ass in the corner. Again the official tries to bring it out of the corner. Gold grabs Myra by the hair and lifts her to her feet before sending her hard to the far side corner. Rather than turn, Rivers hits chest first and collapses flat on her back.

JC: Oooo she struck the corner pretty hard!

DP: That’s a damn good way to knock the wind out of you!

Knowing she can’t let up, Lexi pulls Myra to her feet whether she can breathe or not. Placing her head beneath Myra’s chin, Lexi falls to her knees, bringing Myra with her, completing a jawbreaker.

JC: Quick cover from Gold!

DP: 1!... 2!

JC: And Rivers kicks out!

Lexi gets back to her feet and is again pulling Rivers to hers. She scoops her up then slams her to the mat. Pulling her vertical by the arm, Lexi backs her against the ropes and tosses her to the far side. Myra Rivers reverses, sending Lexi across instead but…

JC: Explosive lariat to counter that reversal!

DP: The World Champ has to be feeling the effects of whiplash right now! That impact was sick!

JC: Lexi Gold again with the cover!

DP: 1!.... 2!....

JC: And again, Rivers kicks out as this main event rolls on!

Lexi is back to her feet after the kick out and she pulls Myra to her feet again. Gold lifts Rivers up and drapes her back across her shoulder, then swings her down, bringing Myra’s shoulder down against her knee with a shoulder breaker. Back to her feet again, she lifts Rivers to her feet then sends her into the corner. Gold follows her in, then climbs up and clenches her fist.

XWF Universe: 1!.... 2!....3!....4!....5!....6!....7!....8!...9….10!!

Gold steps down and backs up a step allowing Myra Rivers to stumble out of the corner. Lexi then sends her to the far side again.

JC: So far, this match has been somewhat one-sided as Lexi Gold has dominated the World Champion since almost the opening bell!

DP: She has so you gotta wonder if maybe Myra Rivers didn’t take Lexi Gold as seriously as Lexi took her!

JC: That doesn’t sound like Myra Rivers to me, but maybe it’s just a lot of things going on with Madness right now and maybe she’s bee a little bit distracted!

Lexi again climbs the ropes, intending to pummel the World Champion some more. The Rivers section of the crowd comes alive as Myra Rivers stiffens up and lifts Lexi from the ropes, takes a few steps forward, then power bombs her to the mat leaving both women down.

JC: Rivers needs to get up!

DP: You’re right! She can’t let this separation go to waste!

Almost as if it was on cue, Rivers gets back to her feet. Pulling Lexi to hers, Rivers lifts her up, then slams her back first across her knee. She does not relent though and lifts her again, then slams her again across her knee. Still she does not let go as she lifts Lexi up one more time, this time at a match higher angle, then drives her back across her knee a third time with a trio of devastating backbreakers.

JC: Rivers with a hook of the leg!

DP: 1!....2!....

JC: And a kick out by Lexi Gold!

Rivers gets back to her feet and lifts Lexi to hers. She sets her up then takes her back to the mat with a snap suplex. Rivers is quick to her feet again and once more she lifts Lexi to hers. With a hold of Lexi’s neck, she twists… but instead of dropping, she lifts Lexi up off the mat, pauses, then crashes hard to the mat taking Gold with her in a hangman's neckbreaker.

JC: Cover!

DP: 1!.... 2!....

JC: And again Lexi kicks out!

DP: What a match this one has been, Jacuinde!

JC: These two are without a doubt leaving it all out there!

Rivers gets back to her feet. Initially she goes to pull Lexi to her feet, but instead backs off, forcing the United States Champion to get up under her own power. Lexi stumbles as she tries to get vertical. Successful in her second attempt, she turns to find Myra.

JC: Vixen kick!

DP: Rivers hooks the leg!

JC: 1!.... 2!....

DP: And Gold kicks out again here on Madness!

JC: These fans are on the edge of their seats again, Denzel!

Myra is back to her feet again and this time, she rips Lexi back to her feet.

JC: Here we go!

DP: If she hits this, it’s all over for Lexi!

Myra Rivers attempts her Rebel Bomb but Lexi Gold counters, floats over and brings Rivers down into a school girl,

JC: 1!.... 2!....

DP: Kickout by Myra Rivers!

Rivers is back up first and again she goes for the Vixen Kick but once again, Lexi side steps and school girls Rivers up gain.

DP: 1!.... 2!....

JC: Rivers kicks out again!

DP: There’s no quit in either of these women!

JC: And these fans tonight are loving it!

Both women are back to their feet. Lexi tries for a forearm to the face, but Rivers ducks under and goes behind, grabbing Gold in a rear waistlock. Lexi counters by rushing forward and hitting the ropes. On the rebound, she hangs on to the ropes sending Myra rolling backward and back to her feet. Telegraphing it, Lexi rolls herself onto her back and just as Myra steps forward, Lexi grabs her in a head scissor and takes her down, sending her head first into the middle turnbuckle.

JC: Fool’s Gold from Lexi Gold!

DP: This might be the beginning of the end for Myra Rivers!

The crowd is on their feet as Lexi Gold gets to hers. After the impact, Myra Rivers is stunned as she staggers backward and falls to one knee. Lexi knows its the perfect opportunity.

JC: There she goes!

DP: If she hits it, it’s all over!

JC: STRIKING GOLD! SHE HIT IT! SHE HIT IT! LEXI HIT IT!

Lexi GOld rolls over Myra Rivers’ limp body and hooks the leg.

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JC: OH MY GOD!

DP: DID SHE…!?

JC: MYRA RIVERS KICKED OUT!

DP: Absolutely incredible!

Lexi Gold is almost stunned as Rivers kicked out of one of her finishers. She sits there on the mat with her eyes wide for several seconds. After brushing the hair out of her face she gets back to her feet. Grabbing Myra by her hair, she pulls her to her feet and backs her against the ropes and whips her to the far side.

On the rebound, Lexi catches her in a tilt a whirl but Myra head scissors on the way up and brings Lexi crashing to the mat. Both women are slow to get back to their feet, but they do so almost simultaneously. Lexi goes for a haymaker type of punch but Myra ducks!

JC: SPIRIT BREAKER!

DP: SHE HOOKS THE LEG!

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WINNER: Myra Rivers by pinfall in 23:12

JC: RIVERS DID IT!

DP: What a match!

The crowd at the Manhattan Center is electric in appreciation for these two brilliant talents.

JC: If there were any doubts before, the world now knows that Lexi Gold is a main event player!

DP: She didn’t win tonight but, I think Myra Rivers is telling Lexi Gold right now exactly what I’m about to say! Keep your chin up, girl! You will be back!

In the ring, Myra Rivers helps Lexi to her feet. The official hands them both their titles. The two main eventers stand in the center of the ring, raising each others hands. Both hold their respective titles high as the crowd cheers them on.

JC: Incredible respect between these two women, Denzel. If I had to make a bet, I’d say these two will meet again down the line with championship gold at stake.

DP: That may be the safest bet anyone could make!

Lexi Gold exits the ring and makes her way toward the back, leaving Myra Rivers to bask in the glow of victory.

JC: Myra Rivers guides the S.S. Madness on this new voyage!

DP: She’s the face of the brand and tonight, she proved beyond all doubt that she deserves all the respect and all the flowers!

Myra’s victory celebration is suddenly cut short as a familiar entrance theme hits the airwaves, drawing her attention toward the entrance way.

JC: It’s Kieran King!

DP: What’s he doing out here!?

JC: Last we saw him, he lost the now-X-Division title to Jacki O’Lantern!

DP: What the hell is on his shoulder!?

The cameras zoom in on Kieran King. The man has a smirk on his face as he stands near the entrance way. Cutting back to Myra Rivers, she climbs to the second rope, holding her World title in the air in his direction.

Cutting back to King, slung over his shoulder is another world title.

JC: What the hell!?

DP: Where did he get that!?

JC: We gotta go!

DP: Now!?

Madness fades to black.]]>

Pyro explodes…. Not inside the venue, but over New York City, before we cut inside. Panning the small sea of cheering fans, we’re joined by our commentary team.

WINNER: Gabriel Landry by pinfall in 4:07

JC: That move sent these fans into a frenzy Denzel!

DP: What a way to kick off the action!

JC: Madness rolls on, right after this!

WINNER: Eren Hunt by pinfall in 7:17

The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.

"Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is...Penelope!"

Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked stem on the floor at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl.

JC: What a contest this might be, Denzel.

DP: I think the keys to this match rely on these two competitors individual strengths. Grimgor Ironhide is a large man. He has all the strength in the world and if he gets her grounded, he has to smart… which admittedly may be an issue… but regardless, he needs to stay on her and not let her up.

JC: For Penelope, she has to use her quickness and her intelligence to outwit, outlast and out maneuver her larger foe. Both Ironhide and Penelope make their debuts here tonight on Madness.

WINNER: Penelope by pinfall in 12:47

Madness resumes and the bell rings three times, drawing the attention of the sold out crowd.

RA: The following contest… is an xtreme rules match for the Lord of Vioence championshiiip!

WINNER and still X-Division Champion
Jacki O’Lantern by pinfall in 9:56

WINNER: Marisol Vilaro by pinfall in 0:09

WINNER: Walker Hill by pinfall in 13:57

WINNERS: And NEW World Tag Team Champions
Majestuosa Manor by pinfall in 16:49

WINNER: Myra Rivers by pinfall in 23:12

OOC: This is NOTHING like what Madness results will look like, but I wanted to have the results of the last show posted in an official capacity. Jacki vs King is the ONLY match that was officially completed so that's why their full match is available.

Official Date: May 29, 2023

AJ Brunson - vs - Johnny Miami
In the opener, AJ BRUNSON dominated and defeated Johnny Miami,
getting a decisive pinfall victory!

Marisol Vilaro - vs - Pebbles
Marisol Vilaro was DISQUALIFIED in her one on one against Pebbles after using
some sort of aerosol spray in the eyes of the Heroic Half-Pint!

Gemini Tag Team Titles: T.H.U.G.S. © - vs - The Bing Bong Twinzz
In what turned into a STREET FIGHT in Riyadh, the Gemini Champions, THUGS, retained
their rings against Bing Bong Twinzz after both Twinzz were put through tables
via brainbuster! This one was VIOLENT!

Lord of Violence Championship: Keiran King © - vs - Jacki O'Lantern
The bell rings and Kieran is reeling from Jacki's wild dive. He tries to get his feet underneath him but Jacki gives him no time to ground himself. She wails upon him with six months worth of frustration. Kieran gets his arms up over his head, but Jacki is possessed and Kieran doesn't even have time to take the Lord of Violence championship off as he back pedals up the aisle, away from the challenger. Jacki presses the attack, catching King in the back of the head with an elbow and then shoving him into the barrier. She grabs his head, and drives him into the barrier once again, this time face first. Two more follow, and King is looking in serious trouble. He tries to climb over the barricade and into the crowd but Jacki isn't giving him any space. She drives her bodyweight into him and topples him. King crashes to the ground at the feet of some of the locals on the other side, and Jacki clambers over.

Seeing King on the ground, she puts a couple of boots to him before noticing the glint if metal still around his waist. Wrestling against his body, she unclasps the Lord of Violence championship and holds it up for the crowd to see. They roar in appreciation while she signals her intent. In the meantime, King is able to use Jacki's posturing to put some distance between himself and Jacki. He pulls himself to his feet and starts to increase the gap, heading up one of the pathways through the crowd. A few overzealous fans give him a smack on the back, which he swipes away at. Looking back, he notices Jacki has begun to follow him. She quickens her pace, the Lord of Violence championship still in her arms. When she thinks King isn't looking, she winds up and prepares to clobber him in the back of the head with the belt. But King was playing possum! He grabs a nearby fan's halal hotdog and squints it into Jacki's face. It causes absolutely zero damage (although maybe some to her pride), but it does confuse Jacki long enough for Kieran to deliver a fierce elbow to her jaw that causes her to wobble on her feet and drop the championship.

With the momentum now swung in King's favour, the two begin to brawl up and down the aisles in the stands. Each time Jacki looks to mount a little comeback, King has a devious way out of it. A combination of thumbs to the eyes, bites, hair pulls, and repeated creative uses of some of the paraphernalia he finds in the crowd, all serve to keep Jacki at bay. He splashes a drink in her face, smacks her with an iPhone, trips her onto an empty chair, and even manages to strangle her with the robe of a Saudi dignitary. Each time, however, Jacki fights her way back into the contest.

Their brawling takes them out of the aisles and into the fans themselves. King literally tramples across the crowd while Jacki shows a little more respect. Again that gives Kieran an advantage, which he uses to pepper in some free, open shots to Jacki's head and upper body. Fighting still, they wind up high above one of the entrance ways into the stadium, and start taking turns smashing each other off the metal railing that prevents them from falling to the concrete below. With the advantage still on his side, this gives King a devious idea. He rakes at Jacki's eyes again to gain some leverage, and then hoists Jacki up onto the railing. He's going to send her over!

Jacki sits, straddled over the railing, as Kieran pushes some more fans out of the way and takes a few steps back. He then launches his attack. Superkick! But Jacki ducked! Still straddled over the railing, she has one opportunity to use King's momentum against him and she throws her body weight just right, dragging King over the railing too. With both competitors delicately balanced, they continue to exchange blows as if there wasn't a solid concrete ground 15 feet below. They don't care, they just keep wailing on each other. Kieran again tries to take over and tries to slam Jacki's head into the railing like she had done many times in this match to him.

Jacki starts to slip!

King does it again!

Jacki's going to fall!

Again from King!

That's it! That's got to be enough!

Jacki begins to fall!

She grabs Kieran's leg on the way, pulling him down too!

With a horrendous CRASH, both Kieran King and Jacki O'Lantern fall to the ground! The ref has no clue what to do, and just opts to wait. Eventually, King begins to stir and starts crawling through the entrance tunnel. Once more this time at a snail's pace, Jacki pursues.

The two disappear into the bowels of the stadium, but the match is not yet over! It'll continue backstage soon enough!

For now, there's a show that still needs to go on!

LATER

The camera cuts backstage to where Jacki O'Lantern walks the hallways - her match against Kieran King is still technically underway!

That match continues - right now!

"Quit hiding, Kieran!"

She shouts down the corridor, but there's no sign of Kieran anywhere. Random staff members and average Joes steer clear of the face-painted Queen of Trickery. As she makes her way along the path, she pokes her nose into the various other doorways along the way. Among the sights she sees are Madame Leveau in a trance-like state as she plays with the forces of voodoo; Chris Mosh staring lovingly into his own eyes in a mirror; and Darren Dangerous doing something that is really best left unspoken about. It involved a funnel, a goldfish, and about a pound of butter. Any further details are likely to result in Madness being taken off the air forever.

By the time Jacki rounds a corner at the end of the corridor, she starts to get frustrated. But just then, a familiar sound…

Meow…

Wait a minute!

In her determination to find Kieran, she didn't even realise where in the building she was! She bolts for the nearest door, which is to Kieran King's dressing room!

Meow…

She bursts through the door and finds her cats still in the cage where she saw them earlier in the night. She approaches, but…

"You really fell for the same trick twice, huh?"

Jacki spins just in time to see a baseball bat swung at her! She tries to move out of the way, and the bat swings wildly over her head. Unfortunately, Jacki isn't lucky enough on the second attempt, which catches her squarely in the abdomen. Doubled over, she looks up and sees that of course the wielder is none other than King himself. King lifts the bat once more and brings it crashing down on Jacki's back. He tosses it to the side and covers. In the tight space, the referee takes some time to get into a good position, and that gives Jacki enough time to kick out at 2. King grumbles something in the direction of the cats before dragging Jacki to her feet and tossing her clean out the doorway. She spills back out into the corridor.

Following after her, King stomps on Jacki's fingers as she tries to get to her feet. This brings her up onto her knees which allows King to drive her head into the wall. Dazed and confused, Jacki can't figure out which way is up. King grabs hold of her again and hurls her down the hallway once more. Jacki bounces along the ground as she falls. King, meanwhile, takes his time, stalking his challenger. Just as she tries to get to her feet again, he's there with a knee to the side of the head and Jacki crawls down the hallway trying to get to a safe distance. It's to no avail. King uses whatever he can find to punish Jacki. He hits her with a clipboard, a trash can, a mop, and so on. He even takes a bowl of hot stew that one of the staff has and pours it onto Jacki before bouncing the bowl off her head. Everything and anything he can think of gets systematically thrown in her direction, leaving a trail of trash behind them. King seems in no hurry. Content to strike with discrete efforts rather than even trying to cover her again. Perhaps ironically given his opponent, he seems possessed, like a monster out of a horror movie.

Still Jacki tries to put distance between the two, but this particular hallway is nearing its end as well. She hits the wall and tries to use it to support herself standing up. King is having none of that. He darts forward with his knee again, trying to sandwich Jacki's head between it and the wall - with force! But Jacki moves! King's knee cracks against the wall and he lets out a mighty yelp. Somehow Jacki Digs deep and finds it within her to get up. King hobbles towards her and she drops down, kicking him right in the knee. He crumples to the floor! Jacki tries to follow-up with a DDT, but King rakes at her face. Unhappy with the momentum beginning to balance out, he scampers for the nearest door as quick as he can on an injured leg.

The door reads 'CAR PARK'.

Jacki follows after. But King is nowhere to be seen.

This match will continue, but the show still goes on in the meantime!

LATER STILL

The camera cuts to the back where it once again picks up Jacki O'Lantern on the hunt for Kieran King. She's in the car park this time. Not the car park for the regular rabble. That's a short distance away across a bit of parkland. Instead, she's out the back near the production truck where talent, staff, management, and Saudi representatives all enter from.

A sound catches her attention.

Meow…

"I'm not falling for that again, Kieran!"

She knows he's here. Somewhere.

"You should."

His voice sounds echoic and almost electronic.

Meow…

Suddenly, an engine roars to life! Louder than any regular car, it takes Jacki by complete surprise!

The sound is deafening, making it hard for Jacki to think. She steps out from between a row of cars, and inexplicably, there in the middle of the car park, is Kieran King driving a monster truck!

Because reasons!

Jacki's eyes widen when she sees what else is there.

It's the cage full of her cats! And Kieran King's monster truck is pointed right at them!

WTF!

He speaks to her through an intercom.

"Last chance, Jacki! Forfeit the match, or the cats become dog food, just like I used to think they were when I was like 3 years old."

"You're a monster!"

"Correction. I'm a champion. But it would be pretty monstrous if somebody had a chance to save some adorable little kitties and decided to be a selfish asshole and prioritised getting a piece of fancy jewellery instead. Ball's in your court!"

Kieran revs the engine. A commotion comes from off screen, and a bunch of XWF personnel file out into the car park and run towards the monster truck, putting themselves between King and the cat cage.

"Stop!"

"Don't do it!"

"Cats are people too!"

They plead with King to reconsider. He revs the engine again.

Then an engine revs again.

An engine.

Not his.

Headlights blast their way through the shadows to the side of the screen, and the sound of an engine even louder than Kieran's vibrates the very molecules of reality and makes Suzie the Deaf Cafeteria Lady be able to hear again for the first time since she came back from Bosnia in the 90s.

It's Jacki O'Lantern! And she has her own monster truck!!!

OMG! Please nobody ask why there just happen to be two monster trucks lying around!

"Oh shit…"

Kieran's truck is turned in the opposite direction to Jacki's, with his entire side exposed. He quickly tries to get the mammoth vehicle moving, but Jacki is quicker on the draw. She charges her truck forward, never once considering to hit the brakes.

CRAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!

Jacki's monster truck careens into the side of Kieran's. Sparks fly! Engines die! Rednecks around the world spit in the palm!

An eerie silence befalls the gathered staff. A slow banging interrupts it, and Jacki's door flies open. Triumphantly, she stands at the edge of her truck.

The sight of Kieran struggling within his own draws her attention.

"You fucking psycho! My leg is stuck! Trapped! It might be fucking gone for all I know! You're a goddamn crazy bitch! I wasn't really going to run them over! I was just trying to get you to fucking quit!"

Jacki looks stoic and resolute.

"Don't fuck with my cats."

She clambers from her truck to Kieran's over the crinkled steel and steaming engine. Reaching his truck, she fights against the door to get it open. Kieran is helpless within.

Eventually she gets it, and as soon as the door opens, Kieran slumps out of the cabin and onto the hood of her truck. He can't stand. Jacki looks down at him, with no fucks given.

Then she pulls him up and hits No Fucks Given.

The cover is just a formality at this point.

1… 2… 3.

Jacki O'Lantern has finally gained revenge on Kieran King, and regained the Lord of Violence.

Looking into the cabin of Kieran's monster truck, she spies an extra set of keys. Her eyes widen with glee. Snatching them up, she drops from the truck to the ground, landing in a super badass hero pose. A surge of adrenaline takes over and she strides over to the cage her cats are in.

The keys unlock the cage.

She has her championship, and her cats.

Except one.

A little black cat bolts from the enclosure and bounds up onto the truck where Kieran still lays.

It nuzzles into his body.

Meow…

Jacki looks back and smiles, realising she may have also gotten what she was after all along. She may have softened King up a bit.

If he recovers that is…

Kevin Mears - vs - Summer Page

The heavily anticipated match between Summer Page and Kevin Mears
never got started as Summer Page was found lying in the back,
the victim of an anonymous assault!

Jobber Jane D'Ohs - vs - Majestuosa Manor
In tag team action, the red hot duo of Juliana Mendoza and Emma Couture
picked up another big win against the Jobber Jane D'Ohs!

#1 Contender to Equatorial: Chris Mosh - vs - Markella
In an Equatorial Championship number one contender's determining clash,
the VIP himself, Chris Mosh, overcame a feisty Markella! Mosh
showed off the skills that made him the first IDL Champion here,
and got his hand raised as the next in line for a shot at gold!

Equatorial Championship: Josslyn Spencer © - vs - Lexi Gold
Speaking of the Equatorial Title, Joss Spencer defended the strap against Lexi Gold...
And we have a NEW CHAMPION! Lexi Gold was able to reverse a pinning combination and
score the three count, winning the title in front of an astounded Saudi Arabian crowd!

Walker Hill - vs - L'il Juicy
In singles action, Walker Hill continued to show why he was getting so
much attention from the Madness Fans when he dismantled
LilJuicyBabyyyy en route to a 123!

IDL Championship: Elijah Copeland - vs - Myra Rivers ©

In what was billed, unofficially, as the 60 MINUTE IRON MILF MATCH...

Champion Myra Rivers squared off against former champion Elijah Copeland,

in what was possibly the most anticipated and impressive one on one

match in Madness history!

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Official Date: May 29, 2023

AJ Brunson - vs - Johnny Miami
In the opener, AJ BRUNSON dominated and defeated Johnny Miami,
getting a decisive pinfall victory!

Marisol Vilaro - vs - Pebbles
Marisol Vilaro was DISQUALIFIED in her one on one against Pebbles after using
some sort of aerosol spray in the eyes of the Heroic Half-Pint!

LATER

LATER STILL

Kevin Mears - vs - Summer Page

The heavily anticipated match between Summer Page and Kevin Mears
never got started as Summer Page was found lying in the back,
the victim of an anonymous assault!

Jobber Jane D'Ohs - vs - Majestuosa Manor
In tag team action, the red hot duo of Juliana Mendoza and Emma Couture
picked up another big win against the Jobber Jane D'Ohs!

Walker Hill - vs - L'il Juicy
In singles action, Walker Hill continued to show why he was getting so
much attention from the Madness Fans when he dismantled
LilJuicyBabyyyy en route to a 123!

IDL Championship: Elijah Copeland - vs - Myra Rivers ©

In what was billed, unofficially, as the 60 MINUTE IRON MILF MATCH...

Champion Myra Rivers squared off against former champion Elijah Copeland,

in what was possibly the most anticipated and impressive one on one

match in Madness history!

]]> <![CDATA[MADNESS #14]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=46016 Mon, 03 Apr 2023 17:32:21 -0700 "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=46016
3 - 27 - 2023

[Image: K0F7CKx.png]

LIVE FROM ESTADIO AZTECA

MEXICO CITY

MARISOL VILARO
- vs -
MARKELLA

FOR THE GEMINI CHAMPIONSHIPS!
THEMIS PALAESTRA
- vs -
T.H.U.G.S.

FOR THE TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIPS!
"VIP" CHRIS MOSH, "SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE, & "THE" JESS ANDERSON
- vs -
LADY "FUCKING" GRAVY, DARREN "FUCKKING" DANGEROUS, & BARNEY "FUCKING" GREEN

FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

VITA VALENTEEN & BGTL
- vs -
THE GENERIC HEEL & DA BING BONG TWINZZ

2 BROKE CHICKS
- vs -
MAJESTUOSA MANOR

ELIJAH COPELAND
- vs -
KEVIN MEARS
- vs -
LEXI GOLD
IDL Number One Contender's Match!

FOR THE EQUATORIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

LI'L JUICY
- vs -
JOSSLYN SPENCER
W/ JASON CASHE

WALKER HILL
- vs -
SALLY FKA

FOR THE IDL CHAMPIONSHIP!

DICK POWERS
- vs -
MYRA RIVERS
LADDER MATCH!

[/mad]

OOC: Summarized “Messed Up Shoulder” Edition of Madness! (Sorry guys, typing too much is just impossible)

In the back, we find Majestuosa Manner who is meant to be doing an interview, but we see Juliana berating a staff member while Emma keeps a firm hold on his shoulder.

Juliana: Estupido, all you have to do is stand there and hold the microphone. You raise it up exactly three inches away from my lips when I speak. When Emma speaks, you raise the mic three inches away from her lips. Stop ramming it in our faces like it’s your tiny little dick.

Juliana sighs, flips her hair, and rolls her eyes as she sees the cameraman has not only arrived but started without saying anything. Juliana takes a deep breath as Emma shoves the young crew member forward and steps up just behind Juliana. Juliana stops the mic before it’s jammed in her face, and pushes the young man’s hand down to the perfect position as she smiles.

Juliana: Hola XWF, estamos en la Ciudad de México esta noche, y no podría estar más... asqueado. Now obviously we are staying in the most luxurious hotel available, we have drivers and security, but that’s because this city is kind of disgusting. It reminds me of our opponents tonight actually. Two broke bitches.

Juliana laughs at her own joke but stops when the crew member begins to laugh along.

Juliana: Did I say you were allowed to laugh? You are basically a mic stand, okay?

The young man nods just before Emma jabs an elbow into his back and he brings the mic up for her.

Emma: Close enough. Poor, trashy, violent, and for some sad reason, proud of it.

Juliana snaps her fingers and the mic is brought back to her.

Juliana: Are you describing our opponents or the city? It perfectly describes both. No doubt some fat guy with a shitty little beard is upset I’m talking about his favorite tag team like this, but I don’t care. Honestly, we shouldn’t even be facing these two tonight. After we won that ridiculous gauntlet, we proved that we are THE best team here on Madness. Don’t even start with some crap about how we got lucky and they had faced three other teams and blah blah bullshit.

Emma now snaps and the mic is brought to her.

Emma: We controlled every single moment of our previous contest and tonight we will do the same. Once we dispatch these broke bitches, we are coming for the Gemini Championships.

Juliana pulls the mic back towards herself.

Juliana: That is exactly right Emma. Buff, beautiful, and brilliant, you might just be my favorite tag team partner. We didn’t just request this time to talk about ourselves though. No no no. You see, our great friend has found her way to Madness and we could not let this opportunity for a massive announcement slip by. First though, let’s allow her to introduce herself to you, even though if you don’t know who this woman is, you’re a fool and are likely one of those fat losers who love Two Broke Chicks and desperately needs the help of her wonderful weight loss and fitness program. Everyone, the incredible, the beautiful, the talented, the brilliant, the one and only Marisol Vilaro

Marisol enters, dressed in her wrestling gear after her match with a big smile on her face, the Catalonia beauty enters soaking in the attention of the camera. As she looks at the two women next to her with a big smile and shakes hands, and hugs each of them before giving a kiss on each cheek to them which is returned. She then looks at the person holding the mic with a sneer as she snaps her fingers bringing them to attention.

Marisol Vilaro: Their much better now its no secret that these two women are the very best tag team not only on Madness but hell dare I say the world right now. I mean, there is a reason I sought them out to sign with Team Vilaro, and Vilaro Fitness look at Emma here she is pure power, she will toss around those Broke Chicks like they are sacks of potatoes, and toss them right in the garbage where they belong. Then of course Juliana, a woman who needs no introduction ever!

Marisol says proudly, and with a smile on her face.

Marisol Vilaro: Juliana is a woman who has been a multiple-time tag team champion, and anywhere she arrives she causes a stir, so what we have is beauty, speed, charisma, and power all in one but wait there is more! Much more because now they have aligned themselves with the premier manager but also a premier talent in the ring to boot, The Marvelous Vision of Perfection standing before you right now. ME, Marisol Vilaro. This is a part of our brand new Majesutosa Vilaro Program, the newest offering from Vilaro Fitness. This part, we are giving to all of you as a gift not that you are worthy of it. I mean XWF Madness is getting the deal of a lifetime, let us be honest you are looking at three future champions around here and we thought about the Trios titles but out of the kindness of our hearts, we decided, for now, Chris, Summer, Jessica you can enjoy your reign.

Juliana smirks and then snaps her fingers and the mic is brought back to her.

Juliana: Imagine it, those three can handle the trio's division, Emma and I will continue to prove that we are the best tag team in this company until those rings belong to us, and Marisol, well whether it’s the Equitorial or the IDL Championship, she would immediately elevate the title, just as we are elevating the Gemini Division, as well as the incredible Vilaro Program with the new Majestuosa Vilaro Program, or as we’re calling it, the MVP Package. In addition to all the wonderful benefits you already get with the program, now daily fashion tips from ME, Miss Majestuosa herself, tips for all my mamacitas, and of course Papi.

Juliana blows a kiss as she says that last word, clearly banking on a classic sales technique as she turns towards Emma.

Juliana: I will also help establish a new look as you make your way to the new you, tell me what you like, and I will get rid of the trash no class choices, and make sure that all the hard work Marisol Vilaro has put into her incredible program and Vilaro Fitness, is not sullied by people with bad fashion sense and awful hygiene. That’s only one wonderful addition to the program. For those who want to take a bigger step in their fitness, well that is where my tag team partner, the living embodiment of She-Hulk, the walking talking Wonder Woman, Mademoiselle Muscle herself, Emma Crusher Couture.

Emma steps forward and flexes, her biceps straining against the sleeve of her ring jacket, her abs showing just a bit as she pushes her chest out before returning to her normal stance.

Emma: Yes, for those serious about building strength, sculpting your body, and working harder than you have ever imagined. Beginning at 4 days with all the workouts I do, building to my usual six-day training schedule, as well as nutrition tips. It is highly unlikely that any of you will ever achieve a body like mine, but if you are willing to put in the work, you can find an entirely new level of fitness. This is only available as an extra to the new MVP Package as it is certainly not for beginners. Luckily, Marisol has a program for everyone.

Marisol smiled once again making sure the staff member has the microphone up to her lips. As she spoke in a proud tone.

Marisol Vilaro: Exactly, this is an advanced workout you’re getting, and as well as fashion help from my girl Juliana on top of that, like how can you beat it, and of course you get ME! You get all the amazing benefits from any Vilaro Fitness workout plan, you get all the best support you all need to become a better you. See we three are the women who are not only going to be helping all of you become semi-respectable members of society, but we are the women who will rule over the Madness brand.

Juliana snapped her fingers and the back was brought back to her. She looked to Emma, then to Marisol, and smirked.

Juliana: Just in case you ever start to forget us, which let’s be honest should be impossible for all but the most feeble of minds, but on the incredibly unlikely chance that does begin to happen, all you have to do is remember that we’re the MVP, Bitches!

As Juliana finishes, MVP sends the crew member flying out of the screen as she steps up right by Juliana and Marisol with all three women blowing a kiss and dropping all but their middle fingers as their hands come forward before they turn and strut away to make their exit.

MARISOL VILARO
- vs -
MARKELLA

[mad]
Markella and Vilaro have a back and forth battle for a bit, but Vilaro eventually manages to spray her signature perfume, Viva Vilaro, into the eyes of Markella while the official is down due to an accidental collision with Marisol Vilaro.

Vilaro then is able to easily land the CRUNCH TIME and score the 1-2-3!
[/mad]

FOR THE GEMINI CHAMPIONSHIPS!
THEMIS PALAESTRA
- vs -
T.H.U.G.S.

[mad]
Themis Palaestra and the THUGs go to war in this match - Tommy and JB constantly taunt Agrippina and Desdemona by wearing the stolen Gemini Rings on gold chains around their necks.

As the match goes on, Themis Palaestra seem to be on their way to another successful defense, especially once their sister Osira Themis comes out to ringside and acts as a distraction against the THUGs. Osira even yanks Tommy off the apron, smashing his face into the apron on the way down, when JB tries to tag him in.

That’s when the THIRD THUG, former XWF X-Treme Champion Reggie Estrada, runs down to ringside and takes Osira out! He puts Osira through a table at ringside, which distracts Desdemona in the ring long enough for her to get rolled up from behind by John Black, and he scores the 1-2-3!

We have NEW Gemini Champions!!![/mad]

FOR THE TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIPS!
"VIP" CHRIS MOSH, "SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE, & "THE" JESS ANDERSON
- vs -
LADY "FUCKING" GRAVY, DARREN "FUCKKING" DANGEROUS, & BARNEY "FUCKING" GREEN

[mad]
As we can see, the X-Treme Alliance all insisted on sharing the nickname “Fucking” in their monikers. Darren Dangerous took it a step further by insisting on having it spelled “Fuckking,” because he thought the extra K made him more hardcore or something. Darren was also already bleeding heavily before the match even started, as he slashed his forehead open with one of the plastic disposable sporks from catering while backstage.

Gravy and Barney do a great job against Summer Page and Jess Anderson, but they can’t stand up to Chris Mosh as easily and soon are overwhelmed by the Trios Champions. Darren Dangerous eventually passes out from blood loss and falls to the floor, leaving Gravy and Barney in a 3 on 2 scenario, which ends up being too much for the challengers. Barney gets taken out with a triple team lifting cutter, and Chris Mosh pins the big boy after lifting him impressively into the MOSHPIT! 1-2-3, The champions retain!
[/mad]

VITA VALENTEEN & BGTL
- vs -
THE GENERIC HEEL & DA BING BONG TWINZZ

[mad]

[/mad]

FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

KIERAN KING
- vs -
JACKI O'LANTERN
ELIJAH MARTIN
THRAX
OLIVER TAYLOR
PEBBLES
HOMER "THE HUMANOID" SAPIEN
DARCY GRAVES
MADAME LAVEAU
AMERICAN GLADIATORS MATCH!

The competitors will engage in all sorts of classic American Gladiators contests against ACTUAL former Gladiators!

The theme for American Gladiators blares, signalling the forthcoming Lord of Violence match.

Suddenly, it scratches and fades out, replaced instead by a man speaking.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up!"

The voice comes from back at the stage, as the camera cuts back to see Kieran King stepping out into the arena, the Lord of Violence championship wrapped around his waist. Clad in blue jeans and a button-down shirt, King does not look dressed to compete at all! Behind him, a scruffy, possibly homeless man has been dressed up in an ill-fitting suit, looking completely out of sorts.

King: "As much as I love me some good old fashioned sweaty nostalgia, I'm going to have to ask you to cut the music and turn your attention to YA BOY, A-K-A your REIGNING AND DEFENDING LORD OF VIOLENCE AND QUITE FRANKLY THE GREATEST DEATHMATCH WRESTLER THE XWF HAS EVER SEEN!"

King beams back to his accomplice, who just does not seek to know what's going on at all. King doesn't seem to care, continuing on his path to the ring and climbing in.

King: "Now, as YOUR Lord of Violence, I feel it is my responsibility to come before you - my citizens - and PERSONALLY give you the bad news tonight. My genius lawyer here…"

He points to the unwashed man shuffling ON the spot behind him.

King: "...Mr. Lou Phol, esquire, has been hard at work all month long trying to resolve the contract dispute that led to last week's SUCCESSFUL DEFENCE of MY Lord of Violence championship being held in the confines of a regular singles match, rather than whatever blood-soaked gorefest you all wanted to finger-bang yourselves to. Alas, it seems a resolution has not yet been reached!"

The crowd boos, and King feigns offence

King: "Hey, don't take it out on Mr. Lou Pohl here! He's just doing his job in defending the interests of his client! The real target of your ire should be the XWF's own legal team, who I believe are still caught up in some sort of entanglement around a match involving Santa Claus and Da Bing Bong Twinzz from last year. It's their dumbassery that led to this contract situation existing in the first place and they really don't seem interested in resolving it at all."

A small "show the match" chant breaks out. But because the show is in Mexico it's in Spanish, so King doesn't know what the hell is being said.

King: "The POINT is, the XWF has sadly disappointed its loyal fans. And because nobody in management has the balls to front up to all of you, it's up to me to break the bad news to you all: There will be no Lord of Violence defence tonight!:

Boos rain in, and if one looks hard enough, they might just see Kieran King smile. The chanting shifts to a vociferous "You're a pussy!" - in English this time so King just pretends he doesn't understand and eggs them on.

King: "Yes! Show the XWF how disappointed you are in them!"

Without the usual lights going out, "Sex" by The Grave Smashers hits the speakers and Gravy storms out onto the stage!

Gravy: "We absolutely are fucking-not having a Madness without the Lord of Violence being defended!”

King shrugs as he watches Gravy grunge walk to the ring.

[red]King: "Sorry dawg - err, dawg-ette, a contract is a contract."

As Gravy gets into the ring, King's 'lawyer' waves a piece of paper in her face.

Gravy: "GIMMIE THAT!!

Gravy snatches the paper from the lawyer, gives it a brief once over, and then shoves the whole thing into his/her mouth. Gravy is eating the contract.

King and Lou Pohl look at each other in confusion, taking a step back from where Gravy proudly munches away. Upon finishing her 'meal', Gravy opens her mouth wide and shows that it's all gone.

Gravy: "There! Contract situation resolved! Now get up there with the Gladiators and get ready to compete!"

King: "Uh… you know that was just a copy, right? Contracts are basically digital these days, and unless you plan on eating the entire XWF server, absolutely nothing has changed."

Gravy briefly considers the possibility, but decides it's probably too much work. Probably.

Gravy: "I don't give a fuck! You ARE going to defend that Lord of Violence championship tonight! I’ll be damned if it’s MY division that’s blamed for this shitshow going down in flames!"

King: "I don't know what to tell you, dude. Lou Pohl and his team have determined that an American Gladiators match meets the criteria of a deathmatch, and therefore, I am contractually prevented from appearing in one."

Gravy: "Then we'll do a fucking regular match like you did last week!"[/dwg

King: "It's a good idea in theory, but pretty much the entire deathmatch division meets the criteria of a Space Wizard, and I'm similarly prohibited from competing against–"

Gravy interrupts King

[dwg]Gravy: "I'll fight you!"

King pauses and looks Gravy up and down.

King: "...Err… what's the situation with your body nowadays? There's been some very Space Wizadry shenanigans previously…"

Gravy: "Do you have a problem with me being fluid?"

King: "No! No, of course not. Just… you know…"

Gravy: "It's none of your fucking business what the situation is with my body! Now somebody get a referee out here so I can sort this 'contract situation' out myself!"

King: "Don't you have another match–"

Gravy: "I SAID, GET A FUCKING REF OUT HERE!"

Sure enough, a referee comes sprinting down the aisle, and it looks like we're getting an impromptu defence of the Lord of Violence championship right now!

Match: Kieran King vs. Gravy - Lord of Violence Championship

DING!

The match starts with Gravy aggressively charging King, who is still in his street clothes, and backing him into a corner to retreat from Gravy's clubbing bitch slaps. Once there, Gravy starts driving their shoulder into King's abdomen. Gravy pulls King out whips King towards the ropes, where King catches himself instead of rebounding back. Gravy, bent double for a back body drop, soon finds themself on the receiving end of a swinging kick to the face. Gravy flies backwards and King swoops up, catching him with a slingblade and going for a quick cover that only nets a 1 count.

Both men get to their feet, but with King up first he's able to deliver another kick to Gravy's head that snaps their neck back. King drops down into a quick sit-out jawbreaker and again Gravy is pushed back by the jerking momentum. Finding themselves at the ropes, Gravy just has enough wherewithal to spy King sprinting forward. King slides, looking to take out Gravy's legs with a baseball slide while both are still in the ring. But Gravy jumps at the last minute - using the ropes for leverage - and King slips right underneath and out to the floor. He lands perfectly on his feet, however and is able to snatch at Gravy's feet when they hit the ground, pulling them under the ropes and to the outside alongside King.

This was perhaps not the wisest choice on King's behalf, as Gravy relishes in the break down of the match. While the referee begins to count them both out, a thumb to King's eye turns the tides in Gravy's favour. As King clutches at his face, Gravy then clobbers him with a mighty haymaker, and King sprawls across the apron. Gravy punches King in the kidney and then grabs him by the hair to pull him over to the steel steps. He drives King down face first, rattling the steps with the force!

The ref's count continues, so Gravy rolls King back into the ring and covers him for a 2 count.

Taking control of the match, Gravy pulls King to his feet and looks to try and set him up for a piledriver. King throws himself backwards to avoid the moves but hitting the ground just gives Gravy the higher ground. Gravy stomps on King's ankle, then on his wrist. As King rolls over, Gravy knocks him the face with the heel of their boot. They then reach down try to pick King up by the nostrils - a finger in each side. It doesn't get much leverage, but does put King through a fair bit of agony. With King sitting up, Gravy kneels behind him and locks in a sleeper.

King's eyes widen as he tries to fight off being put to sleep, but eventually, he begins to fade. The ref is right there in front of him, and ss his eyes begin to close, the ref checks for responsiveness, but receives nothing. He lifts King's arm up.

It drops!

He lifts it up again!

King thrusts his arm higher! Channelling an 80s babyface even though the only thing he has in common with one is all of the cocaine they both snort, King fights to his feet! A quick elbow to Gravy's gut loosens the hold. A second breaks it completely. King tries to use his speed to run to the ropes. Gravy catches him! King spins. Poke to Gravy's eye! Kick to the abdomen! F Ur Head!

No!

King struggles with Gravy being over 50lbs heavier than himself. When he eventually muscles Gravy up for the brainbuster, Gravy gouges King's face - the two both playing as dirty as each other. King drops him! And Gravy is able to take advantage!

A kick to King's gut this time leads to… Graves Consequences! King is up for the crucifix powerboat! But he wriggles free this time!

King drops down behind Gravy and… school boy! Or, I mean, school non-binary person! Wait… is it named after the attacker or receiver? Doesn't matter! Gravy's down!!!

1…

King pulls the tights. The ref doesn't see it!

2…

King puts his feet on the ropes too. Because why not cheat twice if you're going to cheat at all? The ref doesn't see it either. Which means…

3!!!

King wins and slips out of the ring before Gravy even has a chance to complain. He snatched the Lord of Violence and bolts backstage without pausing to celebrate.

Winner and STILL Lord of Violence: Kieran King

[MAKE NOTE HERE FROM THE COMMENTARY THAT THE AMERICAN GLADIATORS MATCH WILL STILL OCCUR LATER, WITHOUT KING - THEN RUN AT LEAST ONE OTHER MATCH BETWEEN THESE TWO]

The theme for American Gladiators blasts out, and this time the Mexican crowd at least seems to be more excited than not. The camera sweeps to the side of the arena where the Gladiators events are set up and settles there without interruption.

"Introducing first, your GLAAAAADIATORS…!"

A row of men and woman begin filing out onto the course.

"First, from the 2008 revival led by the awful, former King of the XWF, Hulk Hogan…

Rocket!

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Fury!

Titan!

and Steel!

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And joining us from the British series… nevermind their ages, it's…

Lightning!

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and Wolf!

And introducing our special guest Gladiators for tonight…

Reigning UFC Featherweight AND Bantamweight Champion… Amanda Nunes!!!...

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And…

TV's Terry Crews!

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The final two get massive cheers from the crowd as they join the rest of the Gladiators at the events course.

[b]"And now introducing the competitors…

Jacki O'Lantern!

Elijah Martin!

Thrax!

Oliver Taylor!

Pebbles!

Homer "The Humanoid" Sapien!

Darcy Graves!

Madame Laveau!"

With the American Gladiators theme still playing, the field of competitors, sans Kieran King who was scheduled to compete, walk onto the stage and line up next to the Gladiators.

Terry Crews makes his pecs dance.

Round 1: Powerball

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"The first contest of this event is Powerball! Two competitors will compete at the same time, aiming to put as many balls as they can into the cylinders at either end of the playing field, in 60 seconds. Three Gladiators will try to stop them. The cylinders on the outside are worth one point, while the cylinders in the middle are worth two. After each competitor has played, the scores will be ranked from most points to least, and this will serve as seeds for the next round."

With the rules explained, the contest begins.

Match 1:
Oliver Taylor vs. Elijah Martin
Gladiators: Wolf, Titan, and Terry Crews

Oliver Taylor starts quickly with goals in the outside cylinders, but after Elijah Martin makes two successive goals in the centre, Taylor finds himself constantly hunted down by Titsn. Martin, meanwhile, seems to have the aging Wolf's number, while Terry Crews makes his pecs dance.

Score:
Oliver Taylor - 2
Elijah Martin - 7

Match 2:
Darcy Graves vs. Pebbles
Gladiators: Fury, Steel, and Lightning

Fury and Steel work together extremely effectively to smother both Darcy Graves and Pebbles' attempts to score, while Lighting lingers in the background. Darcy makes the first real breakthrough, but only serves to district Lightning as Pebbles sneaks through to score first. The struggle continues throughout, making for a low-scoring contest.

Score:
Darcy Graves - 2
Pebbles - 3

Match 3:
Thrax vs. Homer "The Humanoid" Sapien
Gladiators: Rocket, Titan, and Wolf

The Gladiators seem absolutely baffled by these two competitors, allowing for a quick barrage of goals. Rocket eventually lives up to his name and being fresher than the other Gladiators, takes control, cutting down scoring attempts left and right and ending the match on a downer for the competitors, as they draw.

Score:
Thrax - 4
Homer "The Humanoid" Sapien - 4

Match 4:
Jacki O'Lantern vs. Madame Leveau
Gladiators: Amanda Nunes, Lightning, and Fury

Amanda Nunes is hyper-aggressive from the outset, taking Jacki O'Lantern down in an armbar. But this is overly rough for the rules of the game, and she gets disqualified, being forced to sit out! With the aged Lighting on the pitch, this puts a lot of stress on Fury who is still 15 years out of her prime! Jacki and Leveau run in a bevy of goals, most in the centre, in a race to become the top seed for the next round.

Score:
Jacki O'Lantern - 11
Madame Leveau - 12

Final rankings:
Madame Leveau - 12
Jacki O'Lantern - 11
Elijah Martin - 7
Homer "The Humanoid" Sapien - 4 (TIE)
Thrax - 4 (TIE)
Pebbles - 3
Darcy Graves - 2 (TIE)
Oliver Taylor - 2 (TIE)

Lining up again, the competitors listen to the next instructions.

Round 2: Joust

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"The next competition is Joust. In this, the competitors will compete against each other rather than the Gladiators, with the number one seed taking on number eight, and so on. The goal is simple. Hit the opponent with your stick and knock them into the water within 30 seconds. Anybody who is knocked into the drink will be ELIMINATED."

The first competitors step up to the plate.

Match 1:
Madame Leveau vs. Oliver Taylor

Taylor starts out aggressively, pushing Leveau back and forcing her to play defensively. But as Taylor gets too focused on heavy hits, Leveau sees an opportunity. One precise sweep of the legs, and Taylor falls into the water.

Winner: Madame Leveau
Eliminated: Oliver Taylor

Match 2:
Jacki O'Lantern vs. Darcy Graves

Both women duel somewhat gracefully with their sticks for several seconds. It's actually pretty impressive how well they each manage to read each other's next shot and deflect accordingly. The clock begins to run down and at just about the last second, Jacki slips a shot through to Darcy's abdomen that forces her to wobble. She can't save herself in time and she hits the water just before time runs out.

Winner: Jacki O'Lantern
Eliminated: Darcy Graves

Match 3:
Elijah Martin vs. Pebbles

Martin and Pebbles approach things very differently with Martin swinging heavily while Pebbles nimbly darts in and out. A cool moment happens where Martin connects with Pebbles pretty hard, only for Pebbles to somehow manoeuvre herself onto the other side of Martin! The time runs out with both competitors still standing.

Winner: Draw
Neither is eliminated

Match 4:
Homer "The Humanoid" Sapien vs. Thrax

Matching up again, just as they did in Round 1, Thrax and The Humanoid have a chance to break their tie. Unfortunately, they can't. Both smack each other with the sticks and they each fall into the water. Like… immediately.

Winner: Draw
Eliminated: Homer "The Humanoid" Sapien and Thrax

With only four competitors remaining, the Gladiators come back into the picture. Terry Crews makes his pecs dance.

Round 3: The Wall

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"The aim of this contest is to climb to the top of this rock wall. Anybody who makes it to the top will make it through to the next round. You have one minute. The catch? After ten seconds, a Gladiator is going to chase you and try to pull you down.

Match 1:
Pebbles vs. Steel

An expert at climbing onto rooftops, Pebbles bolts up the rock wall. Steel eventually gives chase but doesn't really get close at all as Pebbles reaches the top almost effortlessly.

Advancing: Pebbles

Match 2:
Elijah Martin vs. Rocket

Martin starts well but struggles as the complexity increases higher up. Rocket chases after and about three quarters of the way up, pulls on Martin's leg, causing him to slip and fall from the wall.

Eliminated: Elijah Martin

Match 3:
Jacki O'Lantern vs. Fury

Jacki jumps head on into the task and seems to be making good progress when Fury begins their chase. Having climbed the wall before, Fury knows which path to take, which helps her begin to close the gap. Just as Jacki nears the top, Fury leaps, sacrificing herself in the hopes of taking Jacki down! She misses! Jacki reaches the top!

Advancing: Jacki O'Lantern

Match 4:
Madame Leveau vs. Amanda Nunes

Leveau starts her climb and when Nunes comes in ten seconds later, she seems determined to catch up. About half way-up, she does, and the two begin doing battle in the air! Nunes is pulling away at Leveau's arm trying to damage her grip until… what? Nunes looks down and just starts freaking out. Turns out she's scared of heights which seems pretty short sighted putting her in this contest to begin with. Boy I hope that's a thread that's nor just going to be completely ignored for the rest of the match…

Leveau, having been slowed by Nunes, has to compete with the clock on the way up. It gets down to 5 seconds left! 4! 3! 2! 1!

…

Leveau makes it!!!!

Advancing: Madame Leveau

Only three competitors remain going into the final round!

Final Round: The Eliminator

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"In this round, each remaining competitor will compete on an obstacle course at the same time. The contestant who completed the previous round the fastest will get a 5 second headstart. The next contest will then be released onto the course, with a 5 second lead before the final contestant joins. Along the way, the Gladiators will attempt to impede your progress. The first person to touch Terry Crews's dancing pecs wins and… WILL RECEIVE A SHOT AT KIERAN KING'S LORD OF VIOLENCE NEXT MONTH!"

The stakes have been raised! Pebbles, Jacki O'Lantern, and Madame Leveau line up at the start of the course. At the end, Terry Crews makes his pecs dance.

Order of start:
Pebbles
Jacki O'Lantern
Madame Leveau

Pebbles launches into the obstacle course and is immediately faced with an 8-foot high wall. As effortless as she scaled The Wall, she bounds up and over the obstacle and reaches the platform at the top. Before her, a pool of water lies stretches out, and just as she looks down, the middle of it is set on fire! Pebbles leaps, just as Jacki O'Lantern is let into the course. Splashing into the water, Pebbles swims down and under, kicking her way along the bottom of the pool as the fire burns above her.

Back at the wall, Jacki reaches the top, but her foot slips a little and she struggles for a moment before managing to pull herself up just as Madame Leveau hits the wall herself. Pebbles gets a nice lead, coming out the other side and pulling herself out of the pool. Jacki leaps in just as Leveau's hands reach the top of the wall and Leveau pretty quickly pulls herself up and throws herself into the water, hot on Jacki's heels.

Pebbles leaps onto a massive cargo net stretching across an abyss. On it, lurks Steel looking to hunt her down. Underneath the fiery water, Leveau is putting serious pressure on Jacki and as they come out the other side, Leveau comes out of the water just after Jacki! Pebbles meanwhile has to take some evasive action to lead Steel astray, but climbing being her forte, she manages to keep the lead strong.

As Pebbles comes off the cargo net, two others come onto it. As such, Fury drops in from out of nowhere, giving the competitors two Gladiators to deal with. Leveau, however takes advantage of Steel being out of position thanks to Pebbles and seems to overtake Jacki, who has to think extra hard to trick Fury.

In the lead, Pebbles comes up to a barrel on a series of tracks. She jumps on, gripping tight as it begins to roll, and being careful not to fall into the water below. It's not graceful, but she is thrown to the ground on the other end - safe and sound! Leveau reaches the barrel herself and begins her own roll, but just as Jacki reaches the starting platform, Leveau slips! And she falls into the water below! Forced to swim to the shore and climb a ladder, Jacki rolls on past again, taking her position back.

Pebbles is now halfway through a handbrake over another pool of water, but seems to be tiring after the sheer speed she's been pressing on at. Jacki manages to start the bike while Pebbles is still going - a sign of catching up! Similarly, as Pebbles gets off, Leveau starts, but is hamstrung a little by her wet hands from her fall before. This slows her down considerably, and lets Jacki and Pebbles take a bit more of a lead.

The balance beam is next, and Pebbles bolts into it, as Titan and Rocket hurl gigantic swinging medicine balls at her. She ducks, dips, and dodges her way through, and Jacki follows tightly after doing the same. Oh but Jacki is hit! She plunges into the water below given Pebbles a massive lead now! Leveau hasn't even started the balance beam and Jacki is only just getting out of the water. Pebbles races towards the giant pyramid she needs to climb, where Gladiators await to stop her– holy hell! Amanda Nunes just roundhouse kicked the soul out of Pebbles' body! Pebbles is down! Pebbles is hurt!Jacki's out of the water! Leveau's made it through the balance beam! As they race into the pyramid, neck and neck as they have been the whole way, they pass by Pebbles getting checked by medical personnel! Amanda Nunes is in their way!

Without speaking, the two decide to team up! Leveau distracts Nunes for Jacki to snatch her up and plant her with the Black Cat Crossing! Leveau follows up with the John Crow, taking Nunes out for good! But Jacki tricked Leveau! She sprints up the pyramid! Leveau is hot on her heels and Pebbles, determined to finish, tries to shake herself back to consciousness and joins the chase!.
Lightning lurks further up the pyramid. She engages Jacki but Lightning then falls and breaks her hip! The path is clear! Jacki reaches the top! Leveau! Pebbles! It's as close as can be!

From the top, each of the three jump onto a zip line. Wolf is waiting in the wings with another swinging medicine ball. He lets it fly! His aim is… good! It connects…!

…

…

With Pebbles!

Pebbles falls onto another net! With her head already dazed, she doesn't have much chance of catching up! It's down to Jacki and Leveau! They both land safely from the zip line and only a giant travelator stands between them and Terry Crews's dancing pecs!

They both press upwards!

The travellator begins to speed up!

Leveau is in the lead!

Jacki!

Leveau!

Jacki!

But wait…

There's a slip…!

It's Jacki! She slips!

…

And takes out Leveau!

Jacki is still within reach!

She dives and tags Terry Crews his dancing pecs!

Winner and Number One Contender for the Lord of Violence: Jacki O'Lantern!

Madame Leveau was so close!

Jacki gets another shot at her rival Kieran King!

Terry Crews makes his pecs dance!

"Monster Mash" begins to play as Jacki O'Lantern celebrates her victory. Suddenly, the music cuts out and is replaced by "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies" by Faith No More.

It's Kieran King! He steps out onto the stage, the Lord of Violence Championship still around his waist after defeating Gravy earlier tonight, and his 'lawyer' Lou Pohl trailing behind him, and points up at the Gladiator course.

King: "Yaaaaaaaaay…"

He feigns applause.

King: "What a fantastic outcome. The XWF faithful gets to see a match it's already seen before, under a stipulation it's already seen before too. Hooray! Because let me remind YOU IN PARTICULAR JACKI, my CONTRACT does not allow me to compete in any more deathmatch-like matches, because the one written in was WASTED already. Therefore, you will get your shot at the Lord of Violence once again. Congratu-freaking-lations. BUT it will be in a REGULAR SINGLES MATCH. You know… like a beat you in already once before."

From the Gladiator course, Jacki squints her eyes at her foe, who looks mighty impressed with himself.

King: "But wait, there's more! In addition to preventing me from competing in stupid, needless deathmatches, AND protecting me from any and all space wizardry that may be afoot, there's ANOTHER clause in it that is relevant to your situation, isn't that right Lou?"

He looks back at his 'lawyer' who nods, holding up a copy of the contract that hasn't been eaten by Gravy. Somewhat suspiciously, not a single piece of ink can be seen on the paper…

King: "I'm paraphrasing here, but the gist of it is that in the event I have to defend my championship AGAIN against somebody I've already successfully defended it against, they must not just put up something of equal value on offer, BUT actually gift me one of their most prized possessions BEFORE the match even takes place!"

Boos hurl in at King's obvious bullshit. Just like earlier in the night, he plays ignorant.

King: "I know, right? The XWF deserves all of your hate for including such a DUMB clause in my contract. Go right ahead and boo them! But…! Unfortunately, it still is in the contract."

Lou Pohl waves that paper once more.

King: "But don't you worry your little heart out, Jacki! I've taken the liberty of arranging your part of this commitment already!"

The X-Tron springs to life showing Jacki O'Lanterns cats backstage! Two nameless goons wearing black gloves start picking the cats up and putting them into a big cardboard box which they then promptly whisk away. Jacki's eyes widen. Kieran King has her cats!

King: "See you next month, Jacki! Sure hope nothing at all distracts you for your preparation this time!"

With a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, King winks at Jacki, before turning and leaving with his 'lawyer', leaving Jacki to fume.

VITA VALENTEEN & BGTL
- vs -
THE GENERIC HEEL & DA BING BONG TWINZZ

[mad]
For like half this match, MC C-Munqqquee is just leaning across the ring spitting game at Claire Rogers. The weird thing is that Claire actually kinda seems to dig it. Doesn’t she have a man? Is he a cuckold? Is this all like some part of their weird kink lifestyle? Let’s just assume yes.

Vita Valenteen focuses on manhandling Generic Heel, but he belches in her face… and it’s garlic breath! Vita’s vampire DNA sends her body into spasms and she collapses. Ximena Asensio leaps to her aid, making sure her partner is okay, and it lets GH clobber Claire in the back of the head before dragging her into the ring! He turns his shin guard around and then applies a figure four!

Xim sees the debacle taking place and charges back into the ring, but Da Twinzz catch her in a double team… VOLTRON BOMB!!!

Claire taps out to the figure four! That damn shin guard should be illegal!!!
[/mad]

2 BROKE CHICKS
- vs -
MAJESTUOSA MANOR

[mad]
Chi Chi Sanada and Jane Harper are in firm control for the duration of this match. Their teamwork is top notch and their timing is superb. They cut the ring in half and focus on Juliana Mendoza for the lion’s share of the match time.

Unfortunately, Sanada goes to the well one too many times and ends up hurting herself with a high risk maneuver from the top rope. The misstep allows a very fresh and eager Emma Couture to finally get tagged in, and she wipes out Harper from the apron before planting Chi Chi into the mat with the HAUTE COUTURE!

Majestuosa Manor gets the win after the 1-2-3 from Couture!
[/mad]

Shake it off by Taylor Swift hits over the public address system as the Vilaro Fitness logo appears over the video screen. Coming out after already competing in the opening match is the founder of Vilaro Fitness, Marsiol Vilaro; the fans boo loudly at her presence as the match is going on, but the fans are letting the narcissistic young woman have it. However, she is naturally admiring the display set up of all the VilaroSystem products right next to her with a few mirrors as the Catalonia beauty takes the time to pose right in front of them. Soaking in her reflection before turning around and facing the audience, she has her headset microphone on. Soon motioning for her music to cut, The audience can quickly hear her loud bubbly voice throughout the arena.

Marisol Vilaro: Whats up Mexico CITY! Yes, all of you, and that goes for all of you watching Madness live! You are all so lucky, and why is that? No, it’s not because of this match in the ring. No, it’s time for all of you to learn how exactly you can become the best versions of yourselves, no you may never have a body quite like mine, but you at least will be able to escape your parent's basements! Thanks to my #VilaroSystem, and all the other amazing VIlaro Fitness Products.

The boos overtake the arena as Marisol looks out, disgusted at the reaction. As the Fitness Guru yells out in Spanish at the capacity crowd.

Marisol Vilaro: Silencio, mi voz es la que importa aquí... ¡DIJE CÁLLATE!

The fans boo loudly as the action goes on in the ring, as Marisol puts the microphone up to her lips after the capacity crowd quiets down some.

Marisol Vilaro: See, that's better; when the gift of Marisol Vilaro comes into your life, you should accept it; for example, the offer I am about to give you all will blow your minds. It is the most generous offer I have ever made on my amazing life-changing #VilaroSystem. See, one of the three in that ring has been so inspired by my system he wants to create an imitation, and imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and all, but let us be honest, you won’t be able to compete, right Elijah?!

The fans boo as Marisol approaches the table and picks up the newest product from Vilaro Fitness, a scented muscle oil. She shows the label says Vilarichill muscle oil, and smiles brightly as she shows it.

Marisol Vilaro: This is our newest muscle oil for those tired, sore muscles doing workouts, long grueling wrestling matches like the one we are witnessing here, or when you get beat down so bad you have to vacant your title but are scared! That is okay; with this fantastic product, you will feel relief instantly; and the formula is proven effective, but what I will do since I want to make sure you feel great after long grueling #VilaroSystem workouts for any order, I will give a small sample size bottle of Vilarichil muscle oil such a fantastic value!

The fans boo loudly at this as Marisol shakes her head in annoyance as keeps her eye on the products and the mirror naturally, loving the reflection she sees before her and posing a bit, blowing herself a kiss.

Marisol Vilaro: Just admiring the sight of a future IDL Champion ME! That’s right, and it doesn’t matter if it's Myra or any of the three in the ring currently because, as a woman who has managed world champions, now is my time to become one!

The fans boo this even louder as Marisol keeps her eyes on the mirror and shouts.

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The fans boo as Marisol blows kisses towards the ring, then the audience before returning the gaze to her favorite thing, her reflection, and the mirror. Before snapping her fingers, she grabs the duffle bags but leaves behind the set and the two mirrors as the match continues.

ELIJAH COPELAND
- vs -
KEVIN MEARS
- vs -
LEXI GOLD

[mad]
Kevin Mears can look back on this match as the moment he declared himself a main event player on Madness.

He dazzles the crowd with his technique, keeping former IDL Champion Elijah Copeland neutralized and Staying one step ahead of Lexi Gold throughout. If not for Copeland and Gold breaking up pins on one another, Mears might have walked away with an early victory over two top stars from the brand.

But, the psychology of a triple threat is exactly that - and Mears ends up paying the price for essentially treating it like an even playing field. Copeland is eventually able to get into a position while Mears is focusing on Gold, and he takes Mears out with a MONEY MAKER!

With Mears neutralized, Lexi and Elijah have a good back and forth for a bit before Copeland takes over and scores the pinfall win using his PHILLY SPECIAL on Gold!

Elijah Copeland is the number one contender![/mad]

FOR THE EQUATORIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

LI'L JUICY
- vs -
JOSSLYN SPENCER
W/ JASON CASHE

[mad]
Joss Spencer gets to show off for her adoring fans, all of whom have seemingly worked together as a massive group, with each one of them bringing a big bucket of popcorn out as Spencer gets to work.

Juicy uses his strength and unorthodox style to keep the Equatorial Champion off balance to start things off - but soon enough Spencer is able to take control with her athleticism and quickness. Juicy misses with a stronger splash and ends up hitting his head on the ring post, and as he leans against the ropes in a daze, Joss Spencer hits the ZODIAC KILLER and scores the 1-2-3! It’s a successful defense for the champ!

After the match, Jason Cashe pulls a wading pool full of buttery delicious popcorn out from under the ring and does a swan dive into it face first with his mouth open! He even invites Juicy to dive on in as well!
[/mad]

We go to the back where Steve Sayors is standing by with Walker Hill.

“Hello XWF fans, I am Steve Sayors and right now I’ve got Walker Hill with me. Walker, a tough loss last show, but a lot of people are predicting a nice bounce-back win for you tonight.”

Walker grins and nods a bit.

“Yea, last show I went out there and… well I just flat out got beat. I ain’t gonna say that Mears got lucky or he capitalized on a little mistake or make any kind of excuses. Man was just flat out better than me on that night. I’ve gone back and studied the match plenty, I spent my time upset about the loss and now it’s time to move on to tonight. Me and Sally FKA gonna have ourselves a tussle out there.”

“Would you agree that you’re the favorite to win this match?”

Walker takes off his hat, scratches his brow a bit, and runs his fingers through his hair before he just shrugs.

“I ain’t really put much stock into that kind of thing. Teams been picked to win it all and didn’t even make the playoffs, just like teams nobody expected won the whole dang thing. I don’t know a whole heap about Sally other than she’s awful pretty, she likes to try and use a powerbomb, and she’s got some pretty hard kicks.”

“She’s also been called lazy, sometimes apathetic, and her last win was… well I know she and her partner eliminated some people in that tag gauntlet thing, but…”

Walker chuckles a little and holds his hand up as if to tell Steve he can stop.

“I’m not super concerned with that stuff. If she’s used to being part of a team, and she don’t care that much about winning, well I’ll use that to my advantage. I ain’t gonna underestimate her though. Maybe she is just a pretty face, but I won’t know until that bell rings. Of course, now I think about it, rest of her is pretty dang good too so I guess she ain’t just a pretty… I’m distracting my dang self right now. Regardless of how hard she does or doesn’t work, if she’s a tag team specialist, how hot she is, or what the pundits are thinking, I’m going out there and giving everything I have to get that dubya. Now Stevie join in with me now for a proper Walker Hill send off."

Steve seems a bit confused until Walker leans in and explains, a few hand motions to help out, notably the horns. Walker steps back, and both he and Stevie face the camera. Left foot planted, right foot back, right hand ready with the horns, a big step forward and the hand raises high

“YEEEEEEEE HAWWWWW!”

With the war cry/catchphrase down, Walker nods, puts his hat back on, and heads off to handle his business.

WALKER HILL
- vs -
SALLY FKA

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Sally FKA is out of her depth almost from the moment the bell rings.

Walker Hill showcases his skills for the fans, showing off his versatile moveset and letting everyone see just how much talent he has in between the ropes.

Hill barely has to do any sort of defense, though there is a nearfall when FKA lands a FLAT OUT spinning spinebuster! Hill immediately reverses her attempt at a powerbomb after the fact, though, slamming her face first into the mat with a facebuster. Walker drops Sally with a MIDNIGHT TRAIN sleeper suplex, and nearly knocks her inside out with a running big boot!

Walker Hill then gives the crowd a signal and grabs Sally by the feet before turning her over into the TEXAS CRAB!

Sally FKA taps out! Walker Hill gets the impressive W!
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Myra Rivers is backstage with the Madness IDL Championship over her shoulder. She’s in a confident mood as per usual, but she knows that her journey with the title is only just beginning even with one defense already under her belt. She maintains her composure as she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: One defense down, hopefully many more to go. Summer Page was as tough of an opponent as I expected her to be, but ultimately, I was the one that pulled through in the end. For those of you that have stated in the past that I didn’t have what it takes to finish or that I didn’t have what it takes to break the ceiling, there’s the proof that says otherwise. Of course, at the end of the day, I don’t do this to invalidate the vapid, empty opinions of other people. I have long exceeded that stage of my career. But, defeating Summer Page and being able to retain this title ultimately proves that I am going to be on the top of this brand for a long time to come. Elijah Copeland may have other things that he wants to say about it and I definitely understand where he is coming from considering how he came to not be the Madness IDL Champion anymore. But he will have to earn his shot like everyone else and yeah, I am well aware that he’s going to have that chance to night.

We’ll see if he can capitalize on the opportunity, all things considered. But, the man in front of me tonight is none other than Dick Powers…

Myra takes a pause and rolls her eyes at the mere mention of his name. It’s quite clear that she is not even close to beng amused by his name.

Myra Rivers: Really? I’m not saying that because of his ability by the way, I mean… his god damn name. REALLY? Then again , from what I know of his personality, it’s most likely appalling. I know that XWF has a bit of a masturbation station going on around here. All you have to do is listen to the folks on commentary here on Madness. But my goodness, all the jokes one could make with that name. Sorry you wannabe womanizer, I’m not interested and iif you dare even TRY to make THAT kind of move on me, I personally guarantee that you’re going to have a ladder going right between your legs and you’re not going to like it. You see Dick, I didn’t come to XWF or to this brand to fuck around. Now, some may say I need to lighten up a little and not take myself so seriously or what have you, but as the Madness IDL Champion, I’m bringing respectability back to this brand. Because let’s be honest here… this brand is fortunate that I was the one that won the triple threat. I’m not saying that out of ego or anything, but think of the alternatives:

Holden Ross. Enough said. Nobody has seen him since. Yeah, now THAT is someone that would’ve represented Madness with a badge of honor, right?

Myra pauses for another eye roll moment.

Myra Rivers: Or it could’ve been Sierra Silver… the idiot that didn’t give a crap about this brand, who put minimum effort into her craft, who got far more chances than she ever deserved, and who was so bland in the grand scheme of things that staring at a large salad bowl for a half hour was more entertaining than all of her promos in XWF put together. But hey, I ran her out of this company so good for me for “overcoming evil”?

But as far as you’re concerned, Dick… you’re no better than those two in my book. This brand having you as its champion would be a pretty ugly disgrace to this company if I am being honest. Yeah, I’m really NOT mincing words tonight am I? Well guess what, Dick? You’re going to be pounded so hard that… wait…. Nooooooo… not the right choice of words. Sorry Dick, you’re going to to get rubbed out so mu….waaaaait….. UGH….. fuck it! SORRY!

Someone like YOU is NOT going to be champion of this brand as long as I have something to say about it because men with personalities like yours could NEVER be better than women with pedigrees like mine and the fact that this is happening in a ladder match, where things really started to take off for me not just in my career 15 years ago, but here in XWF? It’s only going to be more fitting! Because ultimately, I WILL prove that I am the true champion of Madness!

Myra makes her exit from the scene, unwavering in her confidence as the scene comes to an end.

FOR THE IDL CHAMPIONSHIP!

DICK POWERS
- vs -
MYRA RIVERS
LADDER MATCH!

[mad]
Myra Rivers gets a HUGE reaction from the crowd here, as they alternate in chanting MILF! MILF! MILF! As well as We Love Myra, clap clap, clapclapclap!

Rivers and Powers are fairly even as it comes to wrestling ability, but Dick’s inherent need to keep showing off for the crowd keeps biting him in the ass. After something as simple as a shoulderblock knocking Myra down, Dick has to do a little dance and take a bow for the fans, who are really not in his corner as he’s against their beloved champion.

Rivers is able to fully take advantage each time Dick has a lapse in his focus like this. She catches him with a nasty VIXEN KICK that practically knocks his head off his shoulders, but it only gets her a count of two.

A few minutes later, Powers shows off his own resiliency by countering an attempt at a running double knee strike in the corner with a big ol’ swingin’ DICKUS CLOTHESLINE! He gets a two count, but he didn’t even bother hooking the leg! Opting instead to try and do the old ‘put one foot on the opponent’s chest and flex for the crowd’ move. It costs him.

Not long after that egregious blunder by Dick, Myra is able to take control for good. She has Dick completely gassed and unable to counter any of Myra’s awesome offense, and a SPIRIT BREAKER from the top rope sets Dick up for the crowd pleasing REBEL BOMB!

Myra pins Dick for the 1-2-3, and the crowd goes nuts!
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3 - 27 - 2023

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LIVE FROM ESTADIO AZTECA

MEXICO CITY

MARISOL VILARO
- vs -
MARKELLA

FOR THE GEMINI CHAMPIONSHIPS!
THEMIS PALAESTRA
- vs -
T.H.U.G.S.

FOR THE TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIPS!
"VIP" CHRIS MOSH, "SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE, & "THE" JESS ANDERSON
- vs -
LADY "FUCKING" GRAVY, DARREN "FUCKKING" DANGEROUS, & BARNEY "FUCKING" GREEN

FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

VITA VALENTEEN & BGTL
- vs -
THE GENERIC HEEL & DA BING BONG TWINZZ

2 BROKE CHICKS
- vs -
MAJESTUOSA MANOR

ELIJAH COPELAND
- vs -
KEVIN MEARS
- vs -
LEXI GOLD
IDL Number One Contender's Match!

FOR THE EQUATORIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

LI'L JUICY
- vs -
JOSSLYN SPENCER
W/ JASON CASHE

WALKER HILL
- vs -
SALLY FKA

VITA VALENTEEN & BGTL
- vs -
THE GENERIC HEEL & DA BING BONG TWINZZ

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[/mad]

FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

Fury!

Titan!

and Steel!

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And joining us from the British series… nevermind their ages, it's…

Lightning!

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and Wolf!

And introducing our special guest Gladiators for tonight…

Reigning UFC Featherweight AND Bantamweight Champion… Amanda Nunes!!!...

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And…

TV's Terry Crews!

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LIVE FROM ASIAWORLD-ARENA

HONG KONG

MARISOL VILARO
- vs -
JOHNNY MIAMI

OSIRA THEMIS
- vs -
TOMMY WISH

FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

KIERAN KING
- vs -
JACKI O'LANTERN
HONG KONG STREET FIGHT MATCH!

Anything goes - right in the middle of the busy Hong Kong streets!

LEXI GOLD
- vs -
THE GENERIC HEEL
OVER THE TOP ROPE MATCH!

GH claims he never lost the Year One Battle Royal, so now he and winner Lexi Gold will go one on one with the winner tossing their opponent over the top rope!

DA BING BONG TWINZZ
- vs -
2 BROKE CHICKS
- vs -
MAJESTUOSA MANOR
- vs -
BGTL
- vs -
THE JOBBER JANE D'OHS
- vs -
MAD RHYMES
- vs -
P.W.T.
TAG TEAM GAUNTLET MATCH - RANDOM ORDER!

ELIJAH COPELAND
- vs -
MARKELLA

FOR THE EQUATORIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

"THE VIP" CHRIS MOSH
- vs -
JOSSLYN SPENCER
W/ JASON CASHE

WALKER HILL
- vs -
KEVIN MEARS

FOR THE IDL CHAMPIONSHIP!

"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
- vs -
MYRA RIVERS

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We see clips and highlights from the Madness Year One show, including titles being lifted high by Chris Mosh, Joss Spencer, Kieran King, Summer Page, and finally Myra Rivers.

Crowd shots show a packed house full of cheering fans as the trademarked XWF CamBot drones fly around the area and take it all in.

Finally, the drones find the entrance ramp booth where Jacuinde Cauhtemoc and Ira “Bath” Saltzmann sit.

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Welcome to MADNESS! Ladies and gentlemen is fantastic to be here with you once more alongside my broadcast colleague Bath Saltzmann… Bath, can you believe what we saw at Year One? !

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There was so much action packed into that show, Jacuinde! We saw new champs all over the place and every kind of match you could think of… a battle royal, a cage match, and an INFERNO match! Amazing! But I think tonight is going to be right up there with it… we have incredible action every single show!

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Let’s get right to it, Bath… we have a debut match happening tonight. An exciting newcomer to Madness who is already turning heads, Marisol Vilaro!

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Well of course she’s turning heads, Jacuinde, have you seen her? The girl’s TikTok channel single handedly saved the yoga pants industry. Marisol Vilaro is a SMOKESHOW!

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And you definitely respect her wrestling ability too, right? You think she’s a great athlete? Should be a great match with Madness veteran Johnny Miam?

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She’s a WRESTLER!?

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VS.

The opening riff of Jan Hammer's Miami Vice theme song starts playing as Johnny Miami slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the entryway staring out at the crowd until about the 32 second mark of the song at which point he walks down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans lined up along the entry way the whole time. Once Johnny gets to the ring he slowly ascends the stops, walks along the ring apron and then steps through the top and middle ropes before posing in the center of the ring for a few seconds as the song comes to a close.

Shake it off by Taylor Swift plays over the public address system as the fans boo loudly, knowing that the creator of the Vilaro System is about to make her way out. From the back, first, come out a couple of people with Vilaro Fitness t-shirts. However, they stand aside, and soon in a burst of energy, is none other than the Marvelous One herself, Marisol Vilaro. She comes out and begins to pose, soaking in the reaction and showing off her physique. As the two muscular Vilaro students stand on either side of her, preventing the fans from touching her, Marisol takes the time to taunt the crowd. Showing some Vilaro Fitness products and how they can help the fans improve.

Of course, this only gets her more heat, as she soon motions for them to lift her up to the apron, which they do, each one putting a hand under her arm and lifting. In the ring there is a full-length mirror placed in the center of the ring. As Marisol enters the ring under the bottom rope, she eyes the mirror heading toward it. A lone spotlight now shone around her and the mirror.

The creator of the Vilaro System then takes the time to pose; each pose showing off her amazing physique and the condition she keeps herself in. Despite the loud boos, she stays focused on her posing and showing off for the mirror in front of her. After some more posing, she heads to her corner, having one of her students enter the ring and move the mirror closer to her so she can wait for her opponent while waiting for her opponent.

[mad]DING!

Marisol rushes Johnny and tries to grab him for a flying cross body. Johnny ducks under her attack and grabs her leg, and then he slams her to the mat with a suplex! She slams hard, and the crowds can hear her back hit the mat. Johnny steps away from the ring and he starts pumping his fist in the air in victory!!! Marisol struggles to her feet as Johnny taunts the crowd and then the referee begins the count. He gets to 1... then 2... then 3... then 4... and Marisol gets up!!! Johnny rushes her while she's still dazed and he grabs her by the midsection and then he slams her down onto the mat with a hard spine buster!!! Johnny grits his teeth with frustration as Marisol stands back up, and he turns around just in time to get hit with a huge clothesline right into the back of his neck by Marisol! He slumps to his knees in pain, and Marisol has him set up for another clothesline strike, but this one is much harder and more powerful!!! Johnny is sent crashing hard to the mat and he hits it so hard there is actually an audible sound as he lands straight on his back. After her brutal clothesline strike, Marisol grabs Johnny by the face and she slaps him twice in the face with all of her strength before grabbing Johnny by the shoulder and throwing him over the top rope to the outside, onto the floor! Johnny lands hard on the concrete floor, so Marisol grabs a steel chair and slams Johnny on the back with it before lifting up the chair and she slams it right into Johnny's ribs! She then pushes the chair away and she grabs Johnny and then slams her onto the chair with a huge back breaker to Marisol!!! The whole crowd is losing their minds!!! Marisols connects with a Swinging Neckbreaker and Johnny hits so hard that you get the feeling that it actually knocked all the wind out of him. She immediately grabs him up for Vilaróizer!!! Johnny lands hard on the mat, and the ref begins counting to 3…

1...2...3... and he is out!!! Marisol wins!!!

1-2-3!

WINNER - MARISOL VILARO
Match Time: 3:59[/mad]

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What a debut win for Vilaro! I see big things ahead of her!

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You can say that again, Bath! Her future is bright on Madness!

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No I mean I see BIG things right in front of her!

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Bath, please…

Shake it Off by Taylor Swift plays as Marisol Vilaro gets her hand raised by the referee as the fans boo loudly, not impressed with the antics of the Fitness Guru., As Marisol poses smugly in the center of the ring, some more talking trash about how this was too easy, she yanks her hand from the official. She gives him some “critiques” about his physique before shooing him away as she grabs a microphone from the stage hand; a smug smirk form on her face, looking down at the fallen Johnny Miami. She placed a foot on his chest and put the microphone to her lips.

Marisol Vilaro: The preceding was a live demonstration of the amazing Vilaro System for just the fantastic price of five easy payments of 59.99; you can look…Well, you won’t ever be able to look as good as me. But you can not be an embarrassment to your country anymore!

The boos only get louder as Marisol chuckles, amused by her comment, as one lady catches her eye, yelling obscenities at the young Barcelona native. It was an older lady with thick glasses in the front Marisol, however, soon spoke loudly.

Marisol Vilaro: I don’t know who you’re talking to, but you had better learn to appreciate me. Had I been born in this city, I would have inspired this entire city to shed pounds, get into shape, and become a better you. Trust me, you all need it! Look at you. Instead of living your twilight years with grace and dignity, you come here and yell at me? Honey, you might want to quit that because you’re already out of breath and just said three words.

The older woman kept yelling at the woman from Catalonia standing proudly in the ring as she spoke into the microphone.

Marisol Vilaro: Again, I know Mrya Rivers may be champion, but we don’t need to be letting the retirement center get free tickets to celebrate her championship win; I mean, what do they do to give you extra pudding? Anyway, they should have given you the gift that always delivers. That is my amazing all-new pre #VilaroSystem workouts; this is perfect for those who need an easier workout to start their fitness journey.

Marisol smiles proudly before turning her attention to Johnny as she looks at Johnny Miami under her boot; she speaks directly to him.

Marisol Vilaro: Johnny Miami, you entered Crunch time, and you failed to live up but don’t worry, there's hope for you! See, you could be better than you are if you did what these people should do and subscribed to my #VilaroSystem. I’d love a free sample of your products.
Because I brought with me my own #Vilarisupp Protein Power Bar, our brand-new birthday cake flavor.

The fans groan at the mention as Marisol takes her foot off of Johnny and reaches into her duffle bag; pulling it out, she knees down right next to him as she smiles and unwraps the protein bar before giving him a bite and helping him chew it, as the fans boo he spits out the rest, however, the boos turn into cheers as “Breaking Through” By The Wreckage hits the P. A system and that is when Elijah Copeland comes out. He’s wearing a black sleeveless shirt, loose-fitting jeans, sneakers, and tinted shades on his face. He begins to walk down the ramp as the fans become louder and louder. He saw a few of the bars on the ground with them in the wrapper still. He enters the ring as the music fades. He looks at Marisol and grabs a mic. His music fades as he unwraps the bar and takes a bite. He gets a disgusting look on his face and spits it out.

Elijah Copeland: Marisol, this bar belongs in the trash. The only people who actually eat this stuff are those who have no taste buds. You know what? I wouldn’t even feed this to my dog. If he ate this crap, he would probably throw it up. Guess that would be a good thing because nobody wants this stuff in their system anyways.

He throws the bar to the ground, stomps on it, and crushes it like a bug. He moves towards the fan, gets him out of the ring, grabs the bar, and throws it into the trash placed on the outside of the ring. He looks back at Marisol and gets a smile on his face.

Elijah Copeland: It is best to quit this little system, Marisol. I took a small bite and felt like I was about to pass gas because of it. I don’t know who made this stuff, but quit while you’re ahead. But let me be honest here, Marisol. Sixty bucks are pricey for something that tastes like dog shit.

The fans cheer loudly as they begin to yell Copeland's name.

“COPELAND! COPELAND! COPELAND!”

Elijah Copeland: See that, Marisol? They love me. But I can help you out. Fans, I want to scream out that Vilaro System sucks.

Copeland holds his mic up as the fans start to say it.

“VILARO SYSTEM SUCKS! VILARO SYSTEM SUCKS! VILARO SYSTEM SUCKS! VILARO SYSTEM SUCKS! VILARO SYSTEM SUCKS!”

Marisol stomps her foot, annoyed as she yells loudly at the capacity crowd.

Marisol Vilaro: Shut up incels! It’s your fault all of you are in a sad physical state! I deserve to be appreciated! Listen, Elijah, and I can care less; they love you. Encourage them to be mediocre.

Elijah Copland: The only thing Medicare is the trash you give them. I encourage them to be who they are. Let's also be clear about one thing, your bars? Well…they need to be shut down. Everything about you and this…is trash.

He walks around the ring as the fans call her stuff trash.

Elijah Copeland: The old me would go for this stuff. But after going on my little journey, I have to say…YOUR STUFF IS JUST PLAIN AWFUL!

Marisol looks angry as she says in a bitchy tone.

Marisol Vilaro: Again, you don’t get it do you? This is my time; your time is done; you just made a BIG MISTAKE you will pay for. Then, once you hit rock bottom, you will have no choice but to Entrust in Mari!

Marisol then turns on her heel and leaves, blowing him a kiss as Shake it off plays over the pa system as the scene fades to black; Marisol has an enraged look on her face, however, one that turns into a coy smirk.

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“Spoiled” Summer Page is walking into the AsiaWorld Arena holding her XWF Madness Trios Championship belt and is followed by her bodyguard Enigma.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:I can’t say that I am surprised. I really can’t. Can you, big guy?

Summer looks over at Enigma who shakes his head no.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:See…we aren’t surprised. I am one third of the new XWF Madness Trios Champions and tonight I have a shot at Myra and the IDL Championship. Myra, I can appreciate that you are on cloud nine right considering you are the IDL CHampion but you also have what? Three other championships across four promotions? It is like we are watching the goddess of pro wrestling. I don’t hate to break it to you, Myra, but you aren’t. I am. I am the person who people watch wrestling for and we know that because I trampled through the competition of the IDL title tournament until I was cheated out of the victory during the finals. While you just got handed your way into the title match. So now it is time to make things right and take the IDL Championship as my own.

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We’ll see Summer Page later on tonight as she challenges Myra Rivers for the IDL Championship! Up next we have a grudge match of sorts as Tommy Wish tangles with Osira Themis!

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Tommy and JB crossed the line when they attacked the Themises and James Raven, Jacuinde. These two are just a couple of THUGS!

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Well yeah, that’s what they call themselves…

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VS.

The music hits and the crowd gasps as the statuesque athletic beauty, Osira Themis, emerges from the backstage area.

Themis is clearly not messing around as she doesn’t waste energy on pomp and circumstance, choosing instead to march down to the ring and stand in her corner warming up, barely even turning her head to take in the atmosphere.

It shows Tommy in the shadows in a corridor somewhere on the X-Tron in a hoodie, then it fades back into the arena where the lights flicker and the camera see's him coming down to the ring in his jacket hoodie, with him waving a Kendo Stick around him. Then he nods his head to the beat, and he gives some fans some dap as he walks down to the ramp, then he slides into the ring, and gets on the turnbuckle and poses to the crowd with the stick in the air. Then he comes down from there, and stands on the corner leaning on the corner as his theme fades off.

[mad]DING!

Tommy Wish and Osira Themis started off in the center of the ring, staring at each other. Tommy Wish wasted no time, and he ran full speed at Osira and punched her in the face. Osira was caught off guard for a second, but then she dodged the next punch, and she threw Tommy Wish away from her using a suplex.

Tommy Wish fell hard to the mat. Tommy Wish is clearly hurt from the impact of the suplex, but he looks up immediately at Osira. "Come on! Let's go!"

Tommy Wish got up quickly, and she rushed again at Osira for another round of punches to the face.

Tommy Wish punched Osira again in the face with an uppercut, knocking her down. Tommy Wish stood over Osira and then dropped an elbow into the center of her chest. The crowd started chanting for Osira, trying to pull her back into this match.

Tommy Wish stood up and stepped over Osira to show off to the crowd, as they jeered.

Osira slowly got up off the mat, and she looked over at Tommy Wish.

Osira rushed at Tommy Wish again, and she threw a high kick at Tommy Wish.

Tommy Wish dodged the round house kick to the face, and then he ducked under another punch and landed a flying body press on Osira for a quivk 2 count!

After Osira kicked out, Tommy Wish tried to elbow her in the face, but Osira dodged it. Osira then hit Tommy Wish with a DDT, leaving Tommy Wish dizzy on the mat.

Osira got on top of Tommy Wish and locked him in a Boston Crab.

Tommy struggled in the hold for a while, but eventually made it to the ropes and grabbed hold of the bottom.

Tommy Wish picked up Osira and threw her headfirst into the turnbuckle, causing her to fall unconscious. Tommy Wish immediately rolled her up but Osira kicked out at 2 to Tommy's surprise!

Tommy Wish looked stunned at the fact that Osira kicked out of her pin and argued the count. Tommy Wish tried to think of something to do, so he picked up Osira and then slammed her down onto her head with a piledriver.

Osira kicked out at the last second! Tommy looks fristraighted as he jumped to his feet and grabbed at Osira, but she caught him with an inside cradle for a 2! The two scramble to their feet and begin trading punches. Osira rocks Tommy with a series of chops and strikes that she follows up with an Armbar takedown that she quickly transitions into an Armbar! Tommy locks his fingers and fights against her trying to prevent Osira from locking it in all the way!

Tommy managed to get his foot on the bottom rope forcing the referee to call for a rope break!

Tommy Wish breathed a sigh of relief when he got the rope break from the ref. Osira stood up, and she was really fired up now because she was so close to making Tommy Wish tap out from the armbar.

Osira grabbed Tommy's arm and stomped him into submission. She then dragged him towards the center of the ring and went for another armbar, and when she locked it in, she didn't allow Tommy Wish to get to the ropes this time.

Tommy Wish screamed in pain as Osira tightened the armbar even more!

"Tap out! Tap out!" chanted the crowd loudly now.

Tommy Wish pulled a spiked object out of his pocket, and he hid it in his fist.

Tommy Wish used the object to spike Osira's knee multiple times, drawing blood from the knee cap, and he disposed of it before the ref could see it.

Once Osira was off him, Tommy Wish grabbed her up and put her in a sleeper hold on the mat until she passed out from it!

WINNER - TOMMY WISH
Match Time: 9:32[/mad]

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We go to the back where Marv Smegma is approaching one of the locker rooms. He gives a quick simple knock on the door and waits until he is bidden to enter. He steps in and we find the hot new tag team, Majestuosa Manor. Juliana Mendoza is lounging in a large black leather massage chair, sipping some cucumber water, head back and eyes closed while Emma Couture is using a resistance band to do some bicep curls.

Smegma: Hello there ladies, Marv Smegma, hoping to get a few words before the tag team gauntlet tonight.

Juliana sighs, opens her eyes, and brings her head up. She looks and Marv and rolls her eyes.

Juliana: That can not seriously be your name. That is just awful, and to top it off you are somehow even worse to look at than Shawn was.

Smegma: Uh, do you mean Steve?

Juliana: Whatever his name was, it’s not like it’s important Mike.

Smegma: It’s Marv actually.

Juliana rolls her eyes again and looks over to Emma who just kind of shrugs as she continues doing her curls.

Juliana: Okay Mark, I would say that I will try and remember, but you’re so hideous to look at that I am going to attempt to block everything about you out of my mind. Seriously, would it kill this place to get an interviewer that’s at least a little attractive? At this rate, we’re going to have to hire our own. Okay, Matt, if you remember to not make eye contact with either of us, don’t perv out on us, and don’t ask anything stupid, you get three questions. That’s three total, not three each by the way. Do you understand me?

Smegma: Uhm… Yea sure. I’ll just get to the first question. With this gauntlet match being a random draw for the order, are you at all worried if you end up being one of the first two teams?

Juliana: Didn’t I tell you not to ask anything stupid? Of course, we’re not worried. When I say that Majestuosa Manor is built better, it’s not just a brilliant and clever catchphrase, it is the truth. Myself and Emma are both second-generation wrestlers. Wrestling is in our blood, in our bones, we were made for this business. I am THE greatest luchadora to ever grace a ring, and Emma, well just look at her.

Juliana stands up, saunters over to Emma, and grabs the camera, forcing it to pan up and down before she shoves it back a bit.

Juliana: She is strong, she is powerful, she is beautiful. She’s a living breathing Wonder Woman. Go ahead and give all the people a flex Emma, probably make those basement-dwelling dweebs bust a pathetic little load right in their sweatpants.

Emma smirks as she lets the resistance band drop and does a double bicep flex. Juliana squeezes and grins as she turns back to Marv who is looking at Emma with a bit of awe.

Juliana: What did I say about perving on us? That’s it, you just lost a question. You have one more and so help me god, if it is stupid I am going to kick you right in your tiny little dick and Emma will toss you out of this locker room. I mean how could you even ask us if we are worried? Speed, strength, agility, charisma, beauty, experience, technical ability, we have it ALL! There is not a team in this building that possess the skills Majestuosa Manor brings. If we happen to be one of the first two teams out there, all that means is that we get a chance to show everyone that we are THE best team on Madness and that we are clearly the future Gemini Champions

Smegma: Well speaking of the Gemini Championship, do you think that if you do come out of this gauntlet the winners, you should get the next shot?

Before Juliana can rip into Marv more, Emma steps up, stares Marv down, flips her hair back, and steps in a bit more.

Emma: Oui. When we win this gauntlet match, we expect our opportunity for the Gemini Championship. Now I believe Miss Mendoza warned you what would happen if you asked a stupid question. I am offering you a chance to avoid your deserved fate if you apologize, and beg me not to crush you.

Marv looks at Emma, clearly a bit nervous and he quickly nods.

Smegma: Yes yes, of course, that was a stupid question. I am very sorry. Please don’t crush me and I really don’t want to get kicked in my very average, maybe even slightly above average di

Before he can finish that strange brag, Emma growls at him and steps forward. Marv quickly runs off and the cameraman goes to follow, but Emma drags him and spins him back around. She steps back just behind Juliana, crossing her arms as she stares the camera down.

Juliana: XWF, Madness, Bing Bong Bitches, Broke Ass Bitches, BGTL, Sad Rhymes, PWT, Jobber Hoes, and especially Themis Palaestra… What you are looking at is THE best tag team on this brand, in this company, and on this planet. What you are looking at is THE Future Gemini Champions. What you are looking at is THE future faces of XWF Madness. What you are looking at is Majestuosa Manor, and don’t you dare ever forget that we are built better, and always will be better than each and every one of you. You’re welcome!

Juliana blows a kiss and in her usual fashion, ends it with a simple middle finger as Emma stands behind her, still staring straight at the camera, stoic and intimidating as we fade out.

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Am I reading this right, Jacuinde? A gemini gauntlet match?! Right here TONIGHT!?

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Yes you are, ath, and not only is it tonight but it is next… six teams are entering in random ornder, and only one can come out on top! The top contenders in the division, 2 Broke Chicks, came up short once again in their title pursuits at Year One, but this could be a way to catapult them into yet another shot if they win!

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IF they win, Jacuinde. IF. But I’m willing to bet one of these other teams that kept getting overlooked while we forcefed 2BC down everyone’s throats over and over again takes it instead… I like Da Bing Bong Twinzz! This coule be their night, as long as they don’t get screwed and enter first!

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VS.

Da Bing Bong Twinzz bust out that backstage bitch like WTF and perp slash pimp walk to the RANG. You feel me?

“The” Jess Anderson and Sally FKA appear on the ramp with hands on her hips blowing kisses to the fans. They strut on down and do a couple little spins before they climb the ring steps and slide through the ropes, dancing and jiggling for all the world to see.

The Jobber Jane D’Ohs laugh and wait for the bell.

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DING!

Jess Anderson quickly gets dumped out of the ring by MC C-Munqqquee, and he actually takes himself out and over in the process… and as a result he gets DISSQUALIFIED!

Da Twinzz can’t believe it, but the rules are clear - no sending people over the top rope in standard matches! The Jobber Jane D’ohs win their first match on Madness as a team!

DA BING BONG TWINZZ ELIMINATED IN 0:02
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The music plays but only Tanya Terwilliger emerges. She comes out bitching, and cameras nearby pick her up on hot mics complaining that her partner Sean Spivey is nowhere to be found.

Terwilliger gets in the ring alone and just shrugs, waiting for the bell.

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DING!

Sally FKA and Tanya mix it up a bit and Sally tries to land a big powerbomb, but it gets reversed into a facebuster!

Terwilliger goes for a cover but Sally kicks out and tags in Jess Anderson. Anderson wear Terwilliger down and then she and Sally start tagging in and out repeatedly, really demonstrating some solid team chemistry!

Tanya Terwilliger manages to reverse a backdrop attempt into a DDT, and with Sally FKA laid out, she heads to the top…

C10H15N!!!

Terwilliger instinctively leaps to her corner for a tag… but there’s no one there!

She stomps her feet and grabs Sally on the mat, and Sally rolls her up for a 1-2-3!

P.W.T. ELIMINATED IN 4:52
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Claire and Xim from BGTL run down to the ring as fast as they can, sliding in and immediately attacking 2 Broke Chicks!

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DING!

Claire and Ximmie completely physically dominate Chi Chi and Harper to start things off, but Claire lets it go to her head and she starts showboating and jaw jacking at the crowd.

Xim tries to get her to refocus, but the distraction is enough to get Xim dropped with a CHI CHI BANG BANG!

Asensio rolls out to the floor and Claire is left to deal with a high octane double team, which leads to her getting high-lowed by both women before Sanada exits the ring and Harper finishes Rogers off with a KO BITCH knee strike for the 1-2-3!

BGTL ELIMINATED IN 4:33
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Mad Rhymes perp walk out from the back together, and Bobbi London tries to do her signature rap on the way to the ring… but her mic seems to not be working!

Bobbi looks annoyed but the pair get to the ring eventually anyway.

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DING!

Except as soon as the bell sounds, Chi Chi leaps over the top rope in a tope suicida! Maxine catches her in her arms at ringside, and Sanada looks up at the massive woman and says “mama?”

Maxine is moved, and a single tear rolls down her cheek.

Meanwhile, London has flattened Jane Harper with a jumping double arm clap, and is standing on the apron screaming MAXIIIIIIEEEE! MAAAAAAXIEEEEEE! Trying to get her partner to lay Chi Chi down on a table for her to crash through.

As Bobbi is trying to get Max’s attention, Harper gets herself together and hits a big drop kick to her back, sending London flying off the apron and through the table she wanted to splash Sanada through!

London is laid out, and the official counts to ten! Mad Rhymes is counted out!

MAD RHYMES ELIMINATED IN 2:38
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Juliana Mendoza and Emma Couture come out from behind the curtain with smiles on their faces.

They move slowly toward the ring and point at Chi Chi and Jane, letting them know they are coming for them.

After getting in the ring, they are both champing at the bit to get the fracas started.

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DING!

Couture immediately knocks Chi Chi inside out with a running clothesline, as Juliana tosses Jane Harper out of the ring through the ropes.

Emma manhandles Sanada with throws and high impact slams, then tags Mendoza in for some submission attempts. Chi Chi can barely mount any sort of meaningful defense, but she refuses to give in or stop fighting.

Sanada gets a brief reprieve when Mendoza looks for a tag, and Chi Chi crashes into her from behind - it causes the two women of Majestuosa Manor to collide and butt heads, sending Couture to the floor. Chi Chi tries to roll Mendoza up from behind then but Juliana Mendoza powers out at two!

Chi Chi leaps toward her corner, but Emma Couture is on the apron arguing with the referee… Jane Harper enters the ring after a tag from her partner but the official didn’t see the tag! The ref gets in Harper’s way and forces her back out of the ring while Harper protests and yells that there was a tag.

Behind the ref, Couture and Mendoza pull Chi Chi up into the MAJESTUOSA BOMB!

Couture leaves the ring and Juliana falls onto Chi Chi and gets the 1-2-3!

2 BROKE CHICKS ELIMINATED IN 7:41

WINNERS - MAJESTUOSA MANOR
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And Majestuosa Manor just established themselves as a top team right here on Madness! What a victory! They have got to have the attention of Themis Palaestra now!

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You better believe they do, but I still think Da Twinzz had it in the bag if they came in later! They got screwed by that stupid rule of GM Tula Keali’i’s.!

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The camera cuts to the mean streets of Hong Kong where XWF's stalwart reporter-extraordinaire (allegedly), Steve Sayors stands among the bustle of rather disinterested people.

Steve Sayors: Ladies and gentlemen of the XWF faithful, we are only moments away from our first ever one-on-one defense of the Lord of Violence championship! After months of back-and-forth, Jacki O'Lantern and Kieran King will do battle right here on the streets of Hong Kong, bringing all new meaning to the term "street fight". Joining me now is the challenger, and some would argue the flag bearer for the whole Lord of Violence division, Jacki O'Lantern.

"Monster Mash" by Bobby Pickett inexplicably hits from who knows where, and the citizens of Hong Kong suddenly seem interested! They gather around Sayors on a mosh pit-like circle, parting on one side as Jacki O'Lantern makes her way to the center of the circle wearing her ring gear. In one hand she clutches a Halloween bat over her shoulder and in the other cat she carries one of her black cat's as she makes her way to Sayors's side. The music cuts as Sayors turns to Jacki.

Steve Sayors: Jacki O'Lantern, we're still awaiting the arrival of Kieran King, but in the meantime do you have any words you'd like to share about your mindset coming into the street fight that is only moments away?

Jacki takes the mic from Sayors.

Jacki O'Lantern: Last Madness show I promised myself that I would get what was rightfully mine and that was the Lord of Violence Championship and was so close to making that happen had it not been for Kieran King taking me out of the equation and stealing something that means everything to me, but after pushing for him to be my friend for months perhaps my head was not fully in it like I thought.

She pauses, breathes heavily into the mic, and twirls her bat around before continuing to speak.

Jacki O'Lantern: That was a mistake on my part, and while I got my revenge afterward, that wasn't enough. I won't be able to sleep properly unless I make things right, and in order to do that, that title needs to come home to me. It needs to be represented by someone who the fans can get behind, but also someone who has fought tooth and nail for this division, whereas you represent everything wrong with this company and that belt.

She shakes her head and looks down at the ground, shamefully over the fact that she allowed that to happen, before picking up her head and scanning the gathered crowd.

Jacki O'Lantern:Your luck is about to expire, bud because tonight you and I do battle in a street fight. I don't believe you are capable of going through extreme lengths in an environment in which anything can be used as a weapon. You may have survived when you fell into the flames last time, but your chances of surviving a raging pumpkin are slim to none.

Again theme music plays magically through the air of Hong Kong. Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" lets rip as another part in the crowd is made. Through it Kieran King enters the circle, the Lord of Violence Championship around his waist. He rubs it (and seems super into the rubbing) and smacks his lips a little, looking around at the gathered crowd.

Kieran King: Yooooooo… this has like a Mortal Kombat or Tekken kind of feel to it. Or Fight Club at the very least. Very dope.

Sayors rushed to King's side.

Steve Sayors: Kieran! Jacki just promised that she is taking that Lord of Violence championship back. Any comment before tonight's contest gets under way?

Kieran King: That's not all she promised. Chalk up another death threat to YA BOY! Does Raion Kido still want to kill me too? I'm going to need to hire someone just to keep track of all of these.

Sayors looks back to Jacki.

Steve Sayors: I'm sure she was just being figurative.

Kieran King: I don't have much time for figures of speech and turns of phrases, Steve-o. I have a whole demesne of VIOLENCE to lord over! That means I've got to pay careful attention to… technicalities. And Jacki… 'bud'... I'm afraid I've been given some bad news with respect to our little showdown.

Jacki cocks her head to the side and mouths the word 'what', clearly unsure about trusting anything King says.

Kieran King: See… I came to this Madness brand with a bit of history behind me here in the XWF - I'm the only former Universal Champion on this brand's roster! That afforded me an opportunity, through my team of solicitors, to negotiate a few important clauses in my contract. NO SPACE WIZARDS is one that I've spoken about previously, but another is that I'm only allowed to compete in one deathmatch-like match per year! And unfortunately, that quota was wasted last month in that inferno match against whatsherface.

Steve Sayors: You mean Cheyenne Fier?

Kieran King: Who?

Steve Sayors: Oh sorry, I mean Marie Laveau.

Kieran King: WHO? I swear to God, Steve, sometimes I don't know what you're talking about.

Jacki O'Lantern: What are you trying to say?

Jacki steps forward, the bat dropping to her side. Her cat hisses at King.

Kieran King: I'm saying that this little street fight isn't going ahead. And look… it's not like I don't want to beat your ass from opium den to opium den!

Jacki doesn't look convinced, but King continues.

Kieran King: It's true! I'm just legally not allowed to! And if I don't defend that clause in my contract, I stand to lose all the other cool shit in there like the 'NO SPACE WIZARDS' clause and the bowl of sexy green M&Ms in my rider. My hands are tied.

Steve Sayors: So what does this mean? Will there be no Lord of Violence defense tonight?

Kieran King: Never fear! YA BOY has got your hookup. Jacki, you can have your shot to get this back…

He rubs the Lord of Violence championship.

Kieran King: …in a REGULAR WRESTLING MATCH.

Jacki studies King for a moment.

Jacki O'Lantern: You're scared.

Kieran King: Nuh uh!

She continues to stare a hole through him, before eventually swinging her bat over her shoulder once more.

Jacki O'Lantern: Fine. Do we have a ring?

King grins.

Kieran King:[/red] Right this way! You're uh… you're going to need to give the bat to Dave here though…

He motions to a referee who was stuck into the picture, and whose name is most certainly not Dave.

Jacki grunts and thrusts her bat into the ref's chest, before following King back through the crowd and across a street. A large garage door opens before them, revealing a sterile, concrete warehouse with a ring in the middle and some makeshift benches around it that the crowd begins to find their place in.

In the corner of the garage, a seedy group of locals gather around a table. One holds a revolver up to their head. They pull the trigger, but nothing happens save for a roar from the others. Russian Roulette. King calls out to them and beckons them over to the bleachers, shaking each of their hand as they arrive. Most of the crowd filing in give them a wide birth, leaving just poor Steve Sayors to sit next to them.

King enters the ring where Jacki is waiting, and hands the championship to the referee. The ref calls for the bell, which winds up being one of the gamblers banging a metal cane on thr steel leg of the bench he sits on.

'That'll do,' the ref supposes, and the REGULAR SINGLES MATCH officially begins.

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The match starts off quickly, with Jacki O'Lantern smashing King with a spinning backfist that drives him backwards. Jacki jumps on him straight away, hammering away with elbows that leave the champ reeling. He backs up to the ropes and Jacki, having prepared for a Street Fight, keeps pressing. This forces the ref to intervene, pushing Jacki back and admonishing her. King grins and laughs from where he stands in the "safety" of the ropes. Jacki doesn't stand for that and charges King, who quickly springs through to the safety of the ground. But Jacki follows! King bolts around the ring, forcing Jacki into a pursuit. The moment that Jacki's momentum builds to a peak, King darts sideways and rolls into the ring, leaving Jacki with no target to strike.

Again, King taunts Jacki, and when the Pumpkin slides into the ring, King pounces and begins stomping away at her. Jacki fights her way to her feet and King puts distance between them again, sprinting to the ropes and returning fire with a basement dropkick that takes out Jacki's leg. She hits the mat and again King presses the advantage, raining down forearms to her back. He drags her to her feet and floats her over in a snap suplex that only nets a 1 count.

King pulls Jacki up once more and whips her toward the ropes. He bends down for a back body drop, but Jacki drops to the ground right before him and thrusts her hand up into his throat. He jerks his body backwards and Jacki springs up to take advantage, snapping King into a DDT. She covers, but King kicks out on 2.

With King on the mat, Jacki begins to contort his body, wrapping him up in a bow and arrow stretch. Just as she's about to wrangle him up off the mat, King manages to slip the hold and retreat to the outside once more. But Jacki - having learned from King's ploy the last time - doesn't chase him and instead cuts him off, blasting King with a discus forearm and throwing King back into the ring. He gets up, but Jacki is right on him, tying King up in an octopus stretch this time, slowing him down and kind of discombobulating him. The ref is right there to check if King gives up but he shakes his head.

King continues to struggle, and eventually, as Jacki tries to readjust her grip, Kong manages to slip free. He rolls away and Jacki closes is, not giving him any breathing space. Just as she nears, King reaches out and grabs her by her gear, pulling her down. Jacki falls face-first into the bottom turnbuckle, and King finds the space he was looking for.

As Jacki recovers, King manages to get to his feet first. With Jacki rising, King swings with a wild buzzsaw kick that damn near takes her head off. He scrambles into a cover.

1…

2…

Jacki kicks out!

After two solid blows to the head, King senses Jacki is dazed and gets her in position for F Ur Head brainbuster that netted him the Lord of Violence last month. He lifts Jacki up, but in mid-air Jacki spins and drops down behind him. She clutches him in a chicken wing, looking to tie him up in the Darkest Hour and again try to force the submission. Jacki really seems to have made a quick adjustment to the regular rules of the match!

King throws himself forward! Jacki flips over! But King catches her! F Ur Head!

1…

2..

Jacki just kicks out in time!!!

King glowers at her, before his nose starts twitching. He follows a scent like a cartoon character smelling pie to where one of the Hong Kongian… err, Hong Kongese… err, seedy gamblers from Hong Kong has lit up a fat cigar. Steve Sayors looks uncomfortable next to him, but King seems absolutely delighted. He asks the gambler for a puff and draws a long inhale on the cigar. Impressively, he puffs a small smoke ring into the air.

In the ring, Jacki pulls herself to her feet as the ref asks King what the hell he is doing and begins a count.

1…

2…

Jacki approaches the edge of the ring, but stops before climbing through the ropes. King taunts her from the outside, as he is wont to do.

3…

4…

Jacki grins at King, who wonders what she's smiling about. She points behind him.

5…

6…

King turns to see Jacki's cat has jumped up onto Steve Sayors' lap! The cat makes one more jump, right into King's face! It scratches him across the nose, drawing blood and causing him to drop the cigarette - riling up his gambling buddies.

7…

8…

King demands the ref disqualify Jacki for the actions of her cat, but citing XWF Officiating Code subsection E, item 32 and a quarter, the ref points out that being a dumb animal, the cat's actions do not constitute interference on Jacki's behalf therefore he has no grounds for disqualification.

9…

King is furious but has no choice but to slide back in the ring.

And Jacki's there instantly!

Black Cat Crossing (Taco Driver)!

She plants King in the center of the ring!

1…

2…

BANG!!!!!!!

The sound of a gunshot rips through the warehouse. The ref (and everyone else for that matter) ducks for cover before making the 3 count!

Looking over to the source of the bang, it seems the old gamblers have started up another game of Russian Roulette, and that shot was their way of clearing the chamber to start afresh.

On top of that, the dropped cigar has somehow caught one of the wooden benches aflame! What kind of shoddy timber is this?!?!

The people who had gathered from the street begin to panic as they sprint for the door. The INSANE gamblers spin the chamber and the first participant takes his turn, surviving the round (it's unclear if that's a 'win' or a 'loss'). Inside the ring, both Jacki and the ref try to get a sense of what's going on. The ref begins barking at the gamblers to stop and move on. Meanwhile Jacki turns and… CRAAAAAAAACK!

King whacks Jacki in the head as hard as he can with Jacki's own bat!

He ditches the bat outside the ring as the ref turns back around.

Jacki's down and not moving!

King climbs to the top rope!

King Maker - 630 Senton!!!!

1…

2…

3!!!

King retains! He snatches the Lord of Violence championship from the ref's hands and flees from the scene as soon as possible, leaving the ref to try and tend to Jacki as the flames begin to spread to another bleacher!

BAAAAANG!

And someone just lost (or won…?) Russian Roulette.
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WHAT just happened here, Bath? We were going to have a street fight in the downtown of Hong Kong, but instead we got an underground wrestling match in a dirty garage? And it was standard rules? But there were flames? What’s going on?

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What’s going on is that Kieran King is a literal genius who is never losing that Lord of Violence Championship, Jacuinde! He planned this out, every step of the way, and Jacki O’Lantern just doesn’t have the mental capacity to keep up with the legend that is Kieran King!

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Well I don’t know about that, Bath, but let’s go into the back where cameras have apparently found Lexi Gold…

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We cut to the locker room of Lexi Gold, where she is seen sitting on a chair putting on her elbow pads as she was getting ready for her match later on. She also had a SAGA t-shirt over her ring gear, which we all saw the invitation being extended out to her after her match against Buster Gloves at the DPI. She smiles and once she is done getting ready she starts pacing the room trying to focus on what she needs to do in order to win her match.

"Penny for your thoughts, Lexi Girl?"

Snapping around to the voice in her room, Lexi finds Jason Cashe giving her a grin and a wave.

She stops and turns to face Cashe surprised to see him there, but also not as she crosses her arms and makes eye contact with him.

Lexi Gold: "Cashe, nice to see you again, partner. I never thought I would be saying that today, much less forming an alliance with you, but I'm happy with my decision to join SAGA and hope I represent you guys well out there in my match."

Jason Cashe: "You'll be fine! Just do what you do. That's why Buster and Theo wanted you, that's why you are an asset!"

Looking around, Cashe was a bit hesitant to move around in the locker room.

Jason Cashe: "You.. Don't have any snakes with you do you?"

As his eyes roamed, Lexi smiled.

She smiles again and flips her head back, thinking about what he said.

Lexi Gold: "I understand. I guess I am just so used to doing most things on my own, so it may take me a while to get used to this type of business deal, but just know you can count on me for just about anything."

As she stops speaking, she notices him looking around, which makes her chuckle.

Lexi Gold: "The snakes are at home with the babysitter. You should see how big they are now. I can't even lift them anymore."

His mouth drops open as he looks at her.

Jason Cashe: "Do you feed them livestock? Baby goats and such? What about spiders? Any of those 8 legged freaks make the trip?"

Just thinking about it gives Cashe a shiver of discomfort. With his Xtreme Championship draped over his shoulder, he was glad to have Lexi on his side. He didn't want to be against her and her pets.

Lexi Gold: "Let's just say they slither inside my food cabinet and empty it out. Little sneaky things. By the way, that title really looks good on you. How do you feel holding it?"

She runs her fingers over the centerpiece, admiring the beauty of it before pulling away and smiles once again.

Jason Cashe: "With the stipulation that I can be pinned anywhere, I've had to keep my eyes open. It's like having a bounty on my head and I didn't even do anything naughty as of late!"

Seeing that Lexi was ready for her match. He asked about it to see how ready she was.

Jason Cashe: "So you've got Generic Heel in an Over the Top Rope Elimination match? It's never easy preparing for those, it's all about luck and the ability to make people miss. How are you feeling?"

She gets lost in thought as she looks at the door before snapping out of it and answering his question.

Lexi Gold: "I'm feeling very anxious! Last show I proved I could outlast everyone in that battle royal, and now I'm ready to do the same with this Generic Heel guy. I have a feeling after I'm done dumping him over the top rope, he will wish he had stayed away again. I'm determined to win and, much like yourself, carry around gold someday."

Jason Cashe: "Lexi Gold wearing Gold! That sounds like it would sell tickets!"

Looking into her eyes, Cashe notices that her eyes adjust past him and at the door to the locker room. He turns to find Josslynn Spencer poking her head through the doorway.

Jason Cashe: "Hello my Woo Saah! You remember Lexi right? Hahaha!"

He laughed knowing the two women had had a match not long back. Josslynn gives Lexi a smile.

Josslynn Spencer: "Hi Lexi! Good luck out there tonight!"

Lexi's excitement takes over and runs over to give Josselyn a big hug, almost knocking her over in the process. She lets go and apologizes.

Lexi Gold: "Good luck to you, too. You got an important match out there, and I want you to know I'll be watching and rooting for you! You've been a great asset since you arrived here on Madness, and I just want you to succeed. Hopefully we can circle back and share the ring again. You and me. One on one."

Jason Cashe: "Gemini Championships anyone?"

Blurting out an idea at random. Lexi and Josslynn as a team could be interesting but both women had their solo projects to compete for. Their own goals to chase. Josslynn already having a Title but the idea did have her looking at her hand where the Gemini Ring would go.

Jason Cashe: "It's almost that time isn't it, Lex? Joss, let's leave Lexi to make her final preparations."

Nodding to Joss as Cashe joins her in the doorway, he looks back and smiles to Lexi.

Jason Cashe: "Hey, welcome to Saga.."

She looks down at her shirt and looks at the words SAGA on it before looking up and signs to herself, feeling like she is part of something great now.

Lexi Gold: "This is only the beginning. Things will only get more interesting as I'm being introduced more into the fold, and honestly, I'm ready for it all."

She grins and nods her head before leaving out the door as she gets ready to head into her match.

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VS.

A live band plays "Thus Spake Zarathustra." The aisle is lined on both sides with some smokin' hot Asian chicks. GH wears a robe crafted from the dreams of the youth. It’s pretty sweet.

“5 out of 6” by Dessa plays and Lexi Gold appears from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. She slowly makes her way down the ramp and gazes out on the jam packed arena before she runs toward the fans at ringside and claps their hands. The Golden Goddess then makes her way up the steps and goes through the bottom rope and taunts a bit before she makes her way toward the center where her eyes remain fixated on the stage as she awaits her opponent's music to hit next.

[mevent]DING!

The match kicks off with The Generic Heel laughing maniacally, Lexi moves a foot and Heel quickly leaves under the bottom rope and jawjacks with the crowd trying to pick fights with every single person who calls him out. Lexi waits patiently shaking her head and Heel after some time turns back to the ring and climbs up the apron. Lexi watches him as he starts to enter and moves forward again AND AGAIN Heel says fuck that and backs off to the outside, waving Gold off and walking around the ring to the ramp to a massive round of boos from the audience. Lexi is a mixed of bored and pissed off as she watches The Generic Heel mouth off to a fan in the crowd taking a sign stating "President of the Lexi Gold Fan Club" and rips it in half before throwing it back at the lone fan!

Heel then turns to the camera and gets uncomfortably close, cutting a nWo style promo on the state of XWF and management before it is thankfully cut short by Lexi Gold who slides under the bottom rope and gets a hand on the back Heel's neck and throws him into the ringpost, Heel oversells and flails around on the outside as Gold closes in on him and smacks the shit out of his jaw before throwing him back into the ring and giving chase.

Lexi gets the upper hand and opens up a flurry of punches into Heel's dome before sending him headfirst into the middle turnbuckle with a gorgeous FOOL'S GOLD! Heel doesn't know where he is as he stumbles around drunkenly and Lexi rushes in from behind and tries to throw Heel out of the ring!

But Heel throws an elbow back into Lexi's head and quickly spins around getting in an eye poke and a kick to the groin before leaving the ring again!

The ref checks on Lexi, unsure whether this is a no DQ match, don't judge him! He's new! And while that happens The Generic Heel showboats and taunts the crowd some more as he draws nuclear heat. Every type of trash found in the stands is thrown at Heel who eggs them on as the booing crowd drown out all other noise, like a klaxon of hate. When the crowd throw a microwave from the concession stand backstage at Heel, that is when he deems it time to enter the ring again and is immediately hit by a clothesline!

Heels manages to hook the top rope and doesn't go over but Lexi is on top of him again and a few kicks to the gut make him drop his arms! Heel takes a mean scoop slam followed by a Wheelbarrow Suplex and Lexi picks up heel once more but The Generic Heel has one more trick up his sleeve and sprays Lexi in the eyes with poison mist! Lexi is blinded and flails wildy and guess what he does?

GENERIC HEEL LEAVES THE FUCKING RING AGAIN!!!

The crowd go FUCKING APESHIT!

At their peak of blinding rage, security struggle to hold the raging fans back as a small scale riot breaks out and TGH hides under the ring out of sight. After some time, Lexi regains her sight and smashes the mat, stomping her way outside and looking for Heel everywhere. She looks under the ring for some time but...

The Generic Heel is gone!

Lexi is enraged and dumbfounded. So is the ref. So is the crowd!

And the ref sees only one logical conclusion and calls for the bell!

WINNER - LEXI GOLD
Match Time: 30:42 (28 minutes and 30 seconds were time wasting from The Generic Heel)
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FUCK THAT GUY!

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The Generic Heel is gone! And the ref had no choice but to throw the match out meaning Lexi Gold is the winner!

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I'M SO MAD! EVERYONE HERE IS SOOOO MAD! Lexi is pissed! Leaving through the pissed off fans and is still searching for The Generic Heel!

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And I hope to God she manages to find him.

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To the interview area where Steve Sayors is standing by with XWF Madness newcomer Walker Hill who looks primed and ready for his upcoming match.

“Hello XWF fans, I am Steve Sayors, and with me right now, Walker Hill.”

“Howdy there Steve, nice to meet ya.”

Steve flinches slightly when Walker sticks out his hand, seemingly expecting a slap, but he grins and then sheepishly shakes Walker's hand when he realizes the cowboy is offering a friendly gesture.

“Uhm… Nice to meet you as well. Uh… well, last Madness you were part of the Anniversary Cup Battle Royal, and you had a solid showing making it to the final four, but no win, and I don’t recall you getting any eliminations.”

“Steve Sayors, bringing the heat.”

Walker grins and chuckles a little as he takes off his cowboy hat and starts rolling it around in his hand.

“You ain’t wrong though. I didn’t get the dubya and other than when like eight or nine of us worked together to dump that really big fella out the ring, I ain’t get no eliminations. Let me ask ya something Stevie, you mind if I calls ya Stevie or you prefer Steve?”

“I uh, Stevie is fine I guess. Nobody has really ever asked me. Last show I got called Scott, and I wanted to correct her, but between her and her partner I was scarroused.”

“Well alrighty then Stevie. That actually wasn’t the question though. You a baseball fan Stevie?”

“Yea, not like avid, but I’ve been to some games, I know the basics.”

“Good enough. Me, I grew up playing the game. Tee ball, little league, all through school, hell I even gotta go to college on one of them fancy scholarships, some folks said I had what it took to make it to the show. I was a pitcher, pretty good hitter, alright in the field. I’m getting sidetracked though. When it comes to XWF, I been here for about half a cup of coffee. Had me one of them dark matches, and then the Anniversary show. Shoot, I basically had a relief appearance and next up was a freaking playoff game. I can say that I didn’t have that many strikeouts, but I made it through eight dang innings until I gave up one got dang run and that’s the one that done did me in.”

Walker shakes his head, sighs for a second, and puts his hat back on.

“And you certainly have a tough test ahead of you tonight going up against Kevin Mears, who you became a bit better acquainted with during the battle royal last show.”

Walker just chuckles and nods a bit.

“That we did. Tonight definitely different from the dark match and a whole lot different from the battle royal. Keep the baseball analogies going, this here is bottom of the ninth, two outs, no one on, but a big-time hitter is up to bat. I give Kevin Mears his due, boy is a dang champion and I know I ain’t the Vegas favorite in this one, but I like that just fine. Kevin is tough, he’s athletic, he’s got more experience than I do, and to top it off, he’s been kinda nice during the whole build-up to this match so I ain’t even got that extra that you get when you know you’re gonna be able to punch a jerk right in his big mouth. If you and the folks watching will allow me one more bit of baseball talk, I’m just gonna say this in regards to not just tonight, but my goals on this here show. As I said, I played Baseball for a long time, been on some championship-winning teams, and I been rookie of the year in college and double-A ball. When I stepped away from the field and into the ring I got me another rookie of the year trophy for this little company that I got my start in. Now I figure this year just done got started, so shoot XWF Madness Rookie of the year sounds real dang good. That’s the goal, and if that’s happening for me, well then tonight, to quote quite possibly the greatest baseball movie ever… I gotta strike this motherfucker out.”

Walker puts a fair bit of emphasis on that last bit and raises his fist up, nods toward Steve, and heads off, clearly pumped up for his match.

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Walker Hill sounds confident as he prepares for a big match later on tonight… but up next, we have a HUGE return to the brand! Former IDL Champion Elijah Copeland showed up at Year One, and he endorsed Myra Rivers for now but you’ve just got to assume he wants his chance to win the gold back!

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Well of course he does, Jacuinde The man never lost the title to begin with! He got attacked by a coward and it took months off of his career and cost him the top spot on Madness… you think he’s just going to sit around and get in the line at the back?

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I think you’re right, Bath, but now lets get to the ring because Copeland is taking on Markella in his first Madness match since Halloween!

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With lyric’s My kingdom is falling down as Light Go Out. I'm still gonna wear my crown. No curtain call for now. I'm gonna win this crowd. My enemies around. Are coming in so loud. I'm gonna stand my ground. The show's not over. I'm getting stronger l. La La La I'm still gonna sing. Cuz you got me feeling fine. La La La. I'm still gonna shine. Shoot'em like a falling light.

Markella Appears on Entrance Ramp With Spot Light on Markella chewing on Bubblegum leans right with her left hand on her blows a bubble on Markella way through The aisle as Markella rolls her eyes. As walks her way to the ring as she yawns again covering her mouth. As Markella gets to ring side as she slowly walk up the ring steps as she enters in under top rope as make heart ❤️ shape jester breaking The it ? as she lets out giggle as take gum sticks it on the camera lens.

The camera pans around the sanatorium battle zone. Just then there was black, gold, and white flickering as "Breaking Through" by the Wreckage hits the speakers on the arena.

♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪

Just then Elijah is seen coming through the Curtains and the fans begins to boo. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He put his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nodes.

♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪

He starts walking down the ramp as the fans continue to shower his boos. He stops and looks at the crowd and giving off a slight smirk and laughs as their misfortunes. He bad mouth the fans before getting down to the ringside and stopping on the ringside mat. He walks towards the steel steps and breathes in.

♪ Don't tell me everything is all right
(I know you know)
Don't tell me how to live my life
I'm breaking through tonight ♪

He slaps the steps a few times before walking up them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle.

♪ You can crash and burn this time
As I leave it all behind
These scars won't breathe anymore anymore, no
Sounds like goodbye ♪

He looks at the fans as he slowly takes off his shirt and throws it to the outside. He points at the fans before getting down and moves to the corner. He then waits for his opponent.

Champion entrance
The camera pans around the sanatorium battle zone. Just then there was black, gold, and white flickering as "Breaking Through" by the Wreckage hits the speakers on the arena.

♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪

Just then Elijah is seen coming through the Curtains and the fans begins to boo. He has the XWF "Title name" Championship around his waist. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He put his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nodes.

♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪

He starts walking down the ramp as the fans continue to shower his boos. He stops and looks at the crowd and giving off a slight smirk and laughs as their misfortunes. He bad mouth the fans before getting down to the ringside and stopping on the ringside mat. He walks towards the steel steps and breathes in.

♪ Don't tell me everything is all right
(I know you know)
Don't tell me how to live my life
I'm breaking through tonight ♪

He slaps the steps a few times before walking up them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle.

♪ You can crash and burn this time
As I leave it all behind
These scars won't breathe anymore anymore, no
Sounds like goodbye ♪

He looks at the fans as he slowly takes off his shirt and throws it to the outside. He points at the fans before getting down and moves to the corner. He then removes the title around his waist and put it on his shoulder. He looks at the ramp and waits for his opponent.

[mad]DING!

The match kicks off with a retuning Copeland basking in the warm embrace of the crowd but Markella cuts the celebration short with a swift slap to the face of Elijah. The two get into a collar and elbow which Copeland takes immediate control of taking Markella down with a German Suplex and rolls over into a bridge which gets a 1 and Markella pops the bridge with a cover of her which also only gets a 1! Copeland breaks the hold and flips Markella's legs up and rushes in for another pin attempt placing his feet on the ropes but the ref calls him out for it and Markella gets loose and takes Copeland down to the mat with a head scissors takedown and goes for yet another pin attempt this time holding Copeland's tights as she sits on his chest and this attempt is also foiled by that goody-two shoes referee!

The two break away from one another and get a polite applause. The pair begin to brawl trying to get the upper hand and a DDT from Copeland is blocked by Markella who throws herself out of the hold and throws Copeland headfirst into the ref a and the ref is down for the count. Markella takes the advantage with a sneaky low blow from behind and Copeland goes down to his knees; Markella steps up into an enziguri and Copeland hits the canvas, as Markella tries to grab him Copeland quickly rolls out of the ring and flops onto the outside. Markella shakes her head toe tapping the ref to make sure he's alive before reaching through the ropes to grab Copeland who has grabbed a kendo stick and throws it back and breaks it over Markella's head and she falls back into the ring clutching her head and kicking her feet.

Copeland throws the kendo stick away and slides back into the ring and hurrily rouses the referee. Copeland lifts Markella up into the air looking to end things but it's reversed by Markella who rolls up Copeland!

The ref is awake again and counts groggily!

And Elijah Copeland kicks out at 2.9!!!

The two break away, Markella gets a good shot in with a forearm and a stiff kick to the thigh drops Copeland briefly as Markella takes a step back before firing into GREEK TRAGEDY!

The superkick is barely dodged!

And Copeland desperately grabs a hold of Markella and drops her with the Philly Special!

Copeland covers and gets the 1-2-3!

WINNER - ELIJAH COPELAND
Match Time: 6:30[/mad]

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And a returning Elijah Copeland gets the win! And in great fashion.

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Great fashion? He cheated, barely escaped a pin in time and went into a reckless Philly Special!

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You know what, Jacuinde? Fine. I’m not arguing with you about it anymore! I hate to see someone as beautiful as Markella get defeated, even against someone as top class as Elijah Copeland, and it's just got me in my feelings!

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Of course, you always root for the ladies… so how are you going to handle this next one? Walker Hill. Kevin Mears. Two men who locked horns all through the Year One battle royal, won by Lexi Gold. Now they are one on one next! Who are you looking at in this match?

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Simple! I’ll root for the winner! But later tonight I’m looking at Summer Page, who dumped Kevin Mears’ ass! She’s single Jacuinde! I’ve got a real shot now!

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Sure you do, Bath. Sure you do.

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VS.

“Be Cowboy” performed by Black Stone Cherry begins as a spotlight shines down on the ramp. Walker Hill burst through the curtain and throws up the horns as some red, white, and blue pyro shoots off. Walker yells out a hearty YEE HAW! before he starts making his way down the ramp. He slaps hands with some fans along the way, then makes his way up the steps and hops into the ring. He throws the horns up and yells another YEE HAW before he tosses his hat into the crowd.

The opening lyrics of "The World is Spinning" by DMAD begins to play as a strobe lighting effect begins at the entrance. When the song hits its normal tempo with DMAD rapping, that's when Kevin appears in the entrance. Wearing a leather jacket with heart-shaped red glasses and a cane twirling in his hand, he looks behind him before he's joined by Summer Page. She takes his hand before they head towards the ring. Kevin opens the ropes for her, enjoying the view as she bends over to step inside before joining her.

RA: Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey and weighing in at 175 lbs...and accompanied by Summer Page....this is KEVIN MEARS!!

He heads to the corner and waits for the match to commence.

[mad]DING!

The match starts off where the battle royal left off. Two men just beating the crap out of each other. You can tell they each have been champing at the bit to get their hands on one another again, and they waste no time just laying fists and feet to one another.

Walker gets an early advantage when he simply overpowers Mears and gutwrenches him onto the mat and starts pummeling him like he’s in a championship MMA fight.

Mears manages to turn things around when Hill sends him to the ropes by popping off the ropes with a disaster kick! He follows it up by drilling Hill with the SEE MY KNEE but only gets a two count off the pinfall attempt.

Mears pulls Hill up after that and looks for a lariat but it gets ducked, and Walker Hill sinks in a sleeper hold - rather than subduing Mears with the sleeper, though, Hill yanks him backward in a suplex! The MIDNIGHT TRAIN! Mears gets a shoulder up at two then, but when he gets up to his feet it’s a CATTLE PROD big boot from Walker Hill!

Hill exits the ring and lines Kevin Mears up for his KING OF THE HILL flipping lariat, but Mears grabs him in midair after he front flip! A reverse STO from Mears plants Walker Hill on his face, and Mears stalks Hill as Hill staggers to his feet…

HEAD GAMES!

Kevin Mears plants Walker Hill, and he hooks the leg for a 1-2-3!

WINNER - KEVIN MEARS
Match Time: 6:47[/mad]

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Kevin Mears picks up a big win here, but I’m willing to bet it’s not the last we see of those two going at it! This is going to be a rivalry that persists!!

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It wasn’t Walker’s day, but the man is dangerous and it only takes three seconds to win a match!

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Indeed! Now, we can’t slow down just yet! We have the very first EVER Equatorial Title defense with new champion Joss Spencer defending against former IDL and current Trios Champion “VIP” Chris Mosh… Bath, is this the toughest opponent Spencer could have drawn for a first defense?

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One hundred percent! Chris Mosh is just on a higher level of athlete than Josslyn Spencer, and he’s going to make her a short-lived champion here tonight, I’m calling it right now! Now, where’s my EXTRA buttery popcorn?

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The opening of “VIP” hits and the VIP himself, former IDL Champion and current third of the XWF Trios Champions, Chris Mosh, emerges from the backstage looking cool as a cucumber.

Paparazzi soon surround him and snap flash photos of him as he poses and walks to the ring, making sure to always vogue a little here and there so the photogs can get a good shot of him.

Mosh gets to the ring and rolls in, popping up and spinning with his arms raised as the crowd reacts to the Very Important Person.

Purple and gold lights start flashing and Josslynn music hits as she walks out on stage with a smile across her face. Jason Cashe is right next to her, carrying the Equatorial Championship the same way he probably holds her purse while she tries on new clothes.

Joss walks with confidence down the ramp as she walks up the steps and gets inside the ring. She goes to one side of the ropes and strikes a pose as Cashe pops open a folding chair and pulls a bag of popcorn out, ready to watch his woosah do her thing.

[mad]DING!

The X-Treme Champion gets the crowd into a Josslyn chant as the match kicks off. Mosh and Spencer in the ring kick off with a bang, Mosh sprinting forward and nailing Spencer with a boot in-between the eyes and following up with a quick elbow to the sternum then he transitions into a front headlock and uses his strength to pick Spencer up into the air and hang her over the ropes before delivering a nasty knee to her temple!

Cashes covers his eyes on the outside cheering on his girl and Mosh mocks him long enough for Josslyn to power herself up from the mat to bitch slap Mosh before booting him into the corner with a cartwheel kick! Joss sprints up to Mosh and lands a knee to the chin before throwing him halfway across the ring with a monkey flip, Mosh rolls up to his feet and meets Spencer in the center and gets a double leg takedown on her, pinning her shoulders to the mat for a two count!

Mosh sits up and throws Spencer's legs over and picks her up for a powerbomb but Spencer counters it with a hurricanrana and Mosh is dropped on the back of his head! Spencer sprints in for a basement dropkick as Mosh sits back up and both of her feet hit Chris hard in the face!

Mosh falls under the bottom rope and stumbles to his feet, to the roar of the crowd Josslyn hypes herself up and hits the ropes before leaping to the outside with a suicide dive! But Mosh counters with a pinpoint Superkick and drops Spencer down to the outside! Hurting his leg in the process as he hobbles for a moment before returning back into the ring. Cashe goes around to check on Josslyn and gets a warning from the ref to not help her up and he complies, kneeling beside her to talk her back to consciousness.

As the ref gets to an 8 count, Spencer rallies herself and slides back into the ring but Chris Mosh stomps her down as soon as she gets into the ring. Mosh takes a huge lead in the match as he begins beating the shit out of Spencer, picking her up and sending her into the corner and unleashing chops into her chest. Chris throws her out but Joss gets an adrenaline kick and reverses the Irish Whip into a short-arm and goes low and throws a knee into Mosh's bad leg and bowls him over. Chris is hurt but he steels himself and as Spencer meets him he gets in an uppercut and gets Spencer into a suplex!

Chris is looking for the Moshplex!

But his leg gives way as Josslyn reaches the peak and Spencer with amazing agility spins out of the hold!

She regains her balance in the air and lands a foot on the middle rope!

Chris Mosh turns around to face her!

And Josslyn leaps back with THE ZODIAC KILLER!!!

The springboard Flatliner hits and Josslyn goes for a tight pin and achieves the THREE!

WINNER AND STILL EQUATORIAL CHAMPION - JOSSLYN SPENCER!
Match Time: 11:04[/mad]

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Josslyn Spencer with a huge win over an incredible opponent!

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I can’t believe it! This is the biggest upset in Madness history! Sucks to see, Chris Mosh almost had it in the bag but his most devastating move this match turned out to be a bigger injury on him!

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It sure was close, but gotta give it to the champ! And just look how happy she is with Cashe and all that gold between them.

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Between them… hey… Jacuinde, do you think when they, you know… they have the belts between them?

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Take us backstage please!

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Myra Rivers is backstage with the Madness IDL Championship over her shoulder. She is definitely in a beaming mood all things considered as she thinks through the entire journey that she has been on to even get to this point. Replaying the victory in her mind, Myra’s bright spirits come out of her as she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra Rivers: You know, when I first came to the Madness brand near the end of my run in another place, I wasn’t so sure if this was a good idea. I was really expanding my horizons, trying to branch out of my comfort zone and wanting to face new competition all while I was wondering if I was capable of making it on this roster. It certainly wasn’t an easy journey to start out with, you all know that. You all know about the struggles that I had with my own confidence for a while when I was facing Sierra Silver one on one and I was ‘collateral damage’ for someone like Holden Ross. You all know that going into the triple threat match, the momentum had gone against me because the last match I had prior was a tag team match with Sierra that didn’t go my way. It didn’t matter too much if I wasn’t pinned because in my book, a loss is still a loss. I had picked up some huge wins along the way, but there was no win bigger then when I won the ladder match that got me the title shot to begin with…

What’s funny was that it wasn’t the first time I won a ladder match like that. I did the same thing nearly 15 years ago. Only the company that I began my mainstream wrestling career with was so incompetent that it basically died and imploded before I ever got to see that title shot through. But hey, karma is a very funny thing sometimes because not only did I win that ladder match back in September, I was able to cash in that title shot this time and even THAT wasn’t easy. There I was, expecting a one on one match…

And then Elijah Copeland got injured….

Myra pauses and reflects on such an unfortunate event.

Myra Rivers: It really was a big blow to Madness at that time. Suddenly, it had to be a triple threat. There was the tournament going on at the time and I understood that the winner of that was someone I had to face. I’m not quite sure why Sierra Silver was ever added to that match, but it is what it is there. Nonetheless, in that triple threat match, I was facing the two people that had given me the most fits since my Madness arrival. I was sick and tired of facing Sierra and falling short of a victory, even if I wasn’t pinned either time and I was sick and tired of Holden Ross getting away with the cowardly assault he carried out against me. I was tired of hearing about how this was a moment for one of them while I was seemingly just a third wheel floating along.

On paper, it was all about Holden or Sierra… or at least that’s what some of the social media chatter wanted you to think…

But I proved that I wasn’t a third wheel… but THE wheel! I beat Holden Ross and got my revenge for that assault. I finally exorcised the demon with Sierra Silver’s name on it and apparently, considering she hasn’t been heard from as far as XWF is concerned, I might have ran her out of Madness when I pinned her. Regardless, this was a satisfying win to conclude a satisfying journey for me and now as the IDL Champion, you KNOW what you are going to get out of me. You know I am going to take this torch and carry Madness into a brighter future. It starts with YOU, Summer Page! I look at you and I see the woman that I would’ve been had I never grown up and that’s a vision that makes me sick. It wasn’t that long ago, in another company, where I won a championship off of ANOTHER Page and Summer, if you are ANYTHING like Bianca, which I know you definitely are because blood relations and all, then you have another thing coming. I can’t stand bitches like you that want to have the entire world handed to them and want to have everything revolve around them without ever so much as earning a damn thing. You know what I can’t stand even more?

That in my younger years, I WAS someone like you! Someone like you would set a very poor example for what a champion of this brand should be. But ultimately? When I beat you? I’ll show you personally THE example of what a champion of this brand is all about. Now, as for Elijah Copeland, all I have to say is this: name it and you’ve got it! Because ultimately, you never lost the title in the ring and something tells me that one way or another… I’ll be seeing you quite soon!

Myra leaves the scene with her newly won championship, definitely feeling confident in her chances as the scene fades out.

FOR THE IDL CHAMPIONSHIP!

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VS.

The crowd cheers loudly as “Spoiled” Summer Page makes her way out from the back - and she looks like the picture of perfection in sequins and flawless makeup and hair.

As she slowly walks to the ring, even Johnny Miami has no choice but to be mesmerized by the gorgeous creature walking his direction. Eventually, Page enters the ring and stands in her corner.

The Tron lights up with the entrance video for Myra Rivers, carrying with her three other championships from three other companies as she walks out onto the ramp and grins for the crowd.

The fans chant MILF! MILF! MILF! And for once, Myra doesn’t seem to mind the ridiculous moniker… maybe she’s just in a good mood?

Rivers heads down to the ring and rolls into the ring, then shows off her prizes before handing them off to the official and taking a spot in a corner of the ring, using the top rope to stretch herself and get ready for the match.

[mad]DING!

From the gun, Summer Page is all over Myra and she is manhandling her… er, womanhandling her.

Page asserts her will through the early goings of the encounter and is basically showing off, tossing Rivers around and posing for the crowd. Myra Rivers mounts a brief comeback by throwing some quick hands to set Summer off center, but Page ends that quickly with a knee to the belly before rolling Myra into a hangman’s neckbreaker position - pausing to roll her hips seductively for the crowd, of course. Then she drops down with big impact on the neckbreaker! The GOLDEN RULE!

Summer Page prances a bit before reaching for Rivers… and Rivers snatches her into a small package! It’s only a two count, but it shakes Summer Page up enough to send her into a mini rage. She starts stomping and kicking at Myra Rivers, eventually shoving her out under the bottom rope and making her fall to the concrete floor with a thud.

This is where fortunes changed for Summer Page, who swung for the fences with Rivers on the floor. Summer climbed the ropes and leaped off the buckles with a huge knee drop from the top rope to the concrete below, but Rivers got out of the way in time and Page hit the hard floor hard with her knee.

Rivers got herself back in the ring and was able to rest while Summer Page struggled to get to her feet outside, nearly getting counted out before basically diving back into the ring after the count of nine. Myra focused her technical attacks on the leg after that, and kept Summer Page grounded with various holds meant to exploit the damaged knee joint. Rivers gets Page in knee bar and a spinning toe hold, with Page able to reach the ropes for a break each time but definitely coming out of them the worse for wear.

Myra tries to whip Summer into the ropes but gets reversed. Myra holds onto the ropes instead of bouncing off, and Summer Page grabs at her knee and falls to the mat, causing the official to check on her. Rivers isn’t buying it and tries to advance, but the ref backs her up. He checks on Summer again and Rivers once again gets impatient, and tries to grab at Summer over the referee’s back… and gets a thumb to the eye from Summer Page!

The official didn’t see it, and Summer Page suddenly gets up and hits the SPOILED ROTTEN backstabber! Rivers felt the effects of the move on her own knee, wincing on the mat for a second before going for a cover, which leads to the champion kicking out right at the count of two.

Both combatants stay down for several long moments, and when they get up around the same time, Sumer Page scoops Myra to the canvas with a schoolgirl rollup! Summer Page puts her feet on the ropes, but Rivers is still able to force a shoulder off the mat at two!

Page waits as Myra gets back to her feet, and she lines her up for a TOTAL KNOCKOUT superkick! Rivers sidesteps it!

Myra goes back to back with Summer and lifts her up off her feet… REBEL BOMB!!!

Rivers hooks a leg and scores the 1-2-3!

WINNER - MYRA RIVERS
Match Time: 11:26[/mad]

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Myra Rivers is successful in her first defense of the IDL Championship! What a great showing for the champion! She had to really dig deep here tonight, Bath…

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I thought Summer Page had it, Jacuinde! She beat Myra Rivers all over that ring, and Rivers managed to get one big lucky shot at the right time to retain. That’s what champions like me and Myra Rivers have that the rest of you regular people lack, Jacuinde! The ability to go from 0 to 60 and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat! Wow!

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Uhhhh… okay Bath! I’ll just leave that alone… because we are all out of time here tonight on Madness! What a great show we just experienced. Incredible from start to finish. I’m looking forward to what comes next, and I know you are too… see you then!

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2 - 27 - 2023

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LIVE FROM ASIAWORLD-ARENA

HONG KONG

MARISOL VILARO
- vs -
JOHNNY MIAMI

OSIRA THEMIS
- vs -
TOMMY WISH

FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

KIERAN KING
- vs -
JACKI O'LANTERN
HONG KONG STREET FIGHT MATCH!

Anything goes - right in the middle of the busy Hong Kong streets!

DA BING BONG TWINZZ
- vs -
2 BROKE CHICKS
- vs -
MAJESTUOSA MANOR
- vs -
BGTL
- vs -
THE JOBBER JANE D'OHS
- vs -
MAD RHYMES
- vs -
P.W.T.
TAG TEAM GAUNTLET MATCH - RANDOM ORDER!

ELIJAH COPELAND
- vs -
MARKELLA

FOR THE EQUATORIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

"THE VIP" CHRIS MOSH
- vs -
JOSSLYN SPENCER
W/ JASON CASHE

WALKER HILL
- vs -
KEVIN MEARS

FOR THE IDL CHAMPIONSHIP!

"SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE
- vs -
MYRA RIVERS

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Let’s get right to it, Bath… we have a debut match happening tonight. An exciting newcomer to Madness who is already turning heads, Marisol Vilaro!

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Well of course she’s turning heads, Jacuinde, have you seen her? The girl’s TikTok channel single handedly saved the yoga pants industry. Marisol Vilaro is a SMOKESHOW!

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And you definitely respect her wrestling ability too, right? You think she’s a great athlete? Should be a great match with Madness veteran Johnny Miam?

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She’s a WRESTLER!?

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VS.

What a debut win for Vilaro! I see big things ahead of her!

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You can say that again, Bath! Her future is bright on Madness!

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No I mean I see BIG things right in front of her!

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We’ll see Summer Page later on tonight as she challenges Myra Rivers for the IDL Championship! Up next we have a grudge match of sorts as Tommy Wish tangles with Osira Themis!

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Tommy and JB crossed the line when they attacked the Themises and James Raven, Jacuinde. These two are just a couple of THUGS!

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Well yeah, that’s what they call themselves…

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Am I reading this right, Jacuinde? A gemini gauntlet match?! Right here TONIGHT!?

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And Majestuosa Manor just established themselves as a top team right here on Madness! What a victory! They have got to have the attention of Themis Palaestra now!

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You better believe they do, but I still think Da Twinzz had it in the bag if they came in later! They got screwed by that stupid rule of GM Tula Keali’i’s.!

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Well I don’t know about that, Bath, but let’s go into the back where cameras have apparently found Lexi Gold…

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FUCK THAT GUY!

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The Generic Heel is gone! And the ref had no choice but to throw the match out meaning Lexi Gold is the winner!

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I'M SO MAD! EVERYONE HERE IS SOOOO MAD! Lexi is pissed! Leaving through the pissed off fans and is still searching for The Generic Heel!

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And I hope to God she manages to find him.

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I think you’re right, Bath, but now lets get to the ring because Copeland is taking on Markella in his first Madness match since Halloween!

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And a returning Elijah Copeland gets the win! And in great fashion.

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Great fashion? He cheated, barely escaped a pin in time and went into a reckless Philly Special!

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Simple! I’ll root for the winner! But later tonight I’m looking at Summer Page, who dumped Kevin Mears’ ass! She’s single Jacuinde! I’ve got a real shot now!

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Sure you do, Bath. Sure you do.

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Kevin Mears picks up a big win here, but I’m willing to bet it’s not the last we see of those two going at it! This is going to be a rivalry that persists!!

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It wasn’t Walker’s day, but the man is dangerous and it only takes three seconds to win a match!

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*SIGHS*

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Josslyn Spencer with a huge win over an incredible opponent!

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It sure was close, but gotta give it to the champ! And just look how happy she is with Cashe and all that gold between them.

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Between them… hey… Jacuinde, do you think when they, you know… they have the belts between them?

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Take us backstage please!

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FOR THE IDL CHAMPIONSHIP!

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Myra Rivers is successful in her first defense of the IDL Championship! What a great showing for the champion! She had to really dig deep here tonight, Bath…

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1 - 30 - 2023

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LIVE FROM BAIRIKI NATIONAL STADIUM

REPUBLIC OF KIRIBATI

FOR THE TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIPS!

HYE
HIDE YAMAZAKI & BGTL
- vs -
THE UNITED ELITE
"VIP" CHRIS MOSH, "SPOILED" SUMMER PAGE, & "THE" JESSICA ANDERSON

MAD RHYMES
MAXINE & BOBBI LONDON
- vs -
MAJESTUOSA MANOR
JULIANA MENDOZA & EMMA COUTURE

KIERAN KING
- vs -
CHEYENNE FIER
INFERNO MATCH!

FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

FOR THE EQUATORIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

VITA VALENTEEN
- vs -
MOLLY BARNES
- vs -
DICK POWERS
- vs -
JOSSLYN SPENCER
W/ JASON CASHE

20 PERSON BATTLE ROYAL FOR THE ANNIVERSARY CUP!

KEVIN MEARS
ELIJAH MARTIN
JAMAICAN JIMMY
"THE BASTARD KING" KAI MORGAN
OSIRA THEMIS
TANYA TERWILLIGER
THE GENERIC HEEL
LI'L JUICY
LEXI GOLD
DARCY GRAVES
BIG PREESH
WALKER HILL
OLIVER PETERS
LE BORD DE DIEU
JOHNNY MIAMI
SEAN "SPIDER" SPIVEY
MARKELLA
CHRIS "DOC" DOCHERTY
REGINALD DAMPSHAW III
"WILD CARD" MATT KAYDEN

FOR THE GEMINI CHAMPIONSHIPS!

2 BROKE CHICKS
JANE HARPER & CHI CHI
- vs -
THEMIS PALAESTRA
DESDEMONA & AGRIPPINA THEMIS
STEEL CAGE MATCH!

FOR THE IDL CHAMPIONSHIP!

"THE ABOMINABLE" HOLDEN ROSS
- vs -
SIERRA "HECKIN'" SILVER
- vs -
MYRA RIVERS

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Instead of going straight to the opening pyro and music, Madness opens with a pre-recorded segment…

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“Spoiled” Summer Page is sitting in a chair on her private jet and her bodyguard Enigma is sitting down in his seat.

Enigma:We’re a few hours away from Kiribati.

Summer nods her head.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:Thanks, big guy.

Enigma winks at Summer.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:There has been a lot of ups and downs the last few weeks. Which is very unfortunate because I don’t have the downs of life. I just stay up all the time because I’m naturally a winner. Which is probably why Vinny booked Chris, Jess, and I in this Trios Championship match because he knows like we all know I was cheated out of the IDL Championship match. So, Hide Yamazaki and BGTL needs to realize sooner rather than later. That this match is all about me.

Summer reaches over and picks up her wine glass. She takes a sip of white wine.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:Nobody can deny I am the true superstar of the Madness roster and it’ll be a great night for my man Kevin Mears as he will win the battle royal he is in and my team will become the XWF Madness Trios Champions because everything we do is #PurePerfection.

Ladies and gentlemen… thank you for joining us once more! I’m Jaicuinde Cuauhtemoc, and I am as always seated here beside my friend and broadcast colleague Ira ‘Bath’ Saltzmann! Welcome to the FIRST ANNIVERSARY show of XWF Madness! It’s the end of year one here on the Green Brand, and we are celebrating in style! Right back in the same part of the world we ran our first program from… isn’t Bairiki Stadium gorgeous, Bath?

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I have got tingles up and down my spine, Jacuinde! It’s like the first show all over again. The sand, the sea, the South Pacific air… are you sure this isn’t Vanuatu?!

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It’s not, but we aren’t far off… in fact, Kiribati is both on the International Date Ine AND on the Equator! It’s fitting indeed as we will see brand new champions here tonight representing both of those designations! Molly Barnes, Dick Powers, Joss Spencer, and Vita Valenteen are squaring off in a four quarters match for the first ever Madness Equatorial Championship… and in the main event, we’ve got Myra Rivers, Holden Ross, and Sierra Silver in a triple threat to become the third IDL Champion and head of the brand! What an incredible stacked card!

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You’ve got that right, Jacuinde! Don’t forget the Gemini Championships are on the line as well, with Themis Palaestra once again defending against the hard hitting fan favorites, 2 Broke Chicks… inside a cage! And what have we got right off the bat? The end result of months of setup and preparation… we will be giving out ORION’S BELTS to the winners of our delta division matchup, either Team HYE or Mosh and the Privileged Elite, bringing back the XWF Trios Championships for the first time in more than half a decade! This is amazing! Let’s get to the stinkin’ action already!

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All that plus a 20-person battle royal for the Anniversary Cup, a wild King of the Mountain match for the Lord of Violence prize, and an INFERNO match pitting Cheyenne Fier against Kieran King! WOW! I’m with you, Bath, let's get to the ring already!

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LET ME MAKE ONE THING…

PERFECTLY CLEAR!!!

It’s Johnny Hitmaker!

The crowd gives a nice reaction to Johnny, who hasn’t been seen on Madness in quite some time. He looks like he’s here to play peacemaker after the way the last trios outing went for HYE…

The first few seconds of "The Mob Rules" by Black Sabbath begins to play, and once “Whoooooahh, come onnn!” is heard, Hide Yamazaki bursts through the curtains, swinging his chains and forcing out a sadistic-sounding laugh.

"Led to the ring by his manager, Johnny Hitmaker.... from the Kabukicho District in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan... weighing in at 253 pounds... 'Deathwish' Hide Yamazaki!"

Hide and Johnny then stand and wait…

And after the hard hitting music brings fans to their feet, Claire Rogers and Ximena Asensio, together known as BGTL, come out from behind the curtain and stand on either side of Hide.

The two ladies lock eyes with each other and nod, and then the three participants in the match start walking down to the ring with Johnny trying to keep up with their quick pce behind them.

Chris Mosh comes out from the back but then he waits by the entrance as the music changes…

“Spoiled” Summer Page and “The” Jessica Anderson walk out on either side of Mosh. The Privileged Elite smirk as they walk down to the ring with the former IDL Champion, and all three of them get up into the squared circle and stand posing as a trio.

The three then go into their corner and wait, laughing at their opponents.

[mad]DING!

Surprisingly, Claire, Xim, and Hide seem to have smoothed out their issues and are working well together to start the match off. Perhaps Johnny Hitmaker really is a top-tier negotiator… perhaps he really DOES have two brains???

At any rate, things look good for Team HYE from the start. Hide Yamazaki has no problem tossing Chris Mosh around the ring, and Claire is HAPPY to show off her strength and skill against Jess Anderson.

Once Summer Page is able to get tagged in, though, the momentum starts to shift a bit. Page is able to keep Rogers off balance and after wearing her down with the IN YOUR DREAMS sleeper hold, she has Claire locked into the PERFECT TEN! Rogers is stuck in the figure eight leg lock, but Xim breaks things up and the match can continue!

Ximena ends up being tagged in, and she takes abuse from both Jess Anderson and Summer Page, before they bring in Chris Mosh to finish her off.

Mosh and Ximena scrap for a bit, and Mosh is flattened with THE ASENSION! Mosh is almost pinned but Summer Page breaks things up!

At about this time Claire and Johnny start bickering outside the ring again - it gets so heated that Hitmaker actually gets up onto the apron and starts barking in Claire’s face! Johnny gets extremely animated and starts shaking the top rope for emphasis, and Claire then also grabs the rope and uses it to slingshot Hitmaker into the ring! Hide Yamazaki tries to grab Rogers, but she shoves him backward off of the apron and he hits the guard rail!

Hitmaker’s feet collide with Ximena Asensio as he is somersaulted over the rope, and Xim is sent stumbling into Chris Mosh!

MOSHPIT!

Xim is hooked for a pin, and when Claire tries to get in there to stop things she ends up tripping over Johnny!

Mosh holds on for the 1-2-3!

WINNERS AND NEW XWF TRIOS CHAMPIONS - CHRIS MOSH & THE PRIVILEGED ELITE
Match Time: 12:47[/mad]

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Chris Mosh is a champion yet again! The first ever IDL Champ just looks good with gold doesn’t he Jacuinde? Maybe not as good as his gorgeous partners, though… oh mama!

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Incredible showing from Mosh and the ladies of PE! Look Bath, Jess Anderson’s good friend and partner, ‘The Hardly Worker’ Sally FKA is in the crowd… and I’m being told she just signed a deal to appear here on Madness! Amazing!

The cameras show Sally in the front row waving, and a Madness chyron lists her as an official Madness Member!

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The crowd gives her a warm reception, and Jess rushes to show her friend her new title belt, giving her a big hug as the cameras go back to the booth.

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Sally FKA is already a hit here on Madness! I expect big things from the Hardly Worker… but up next, we have got a Gemini Division matchup with the debuting team of Majestuosa Manor taking on Mad Rhymes!

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This is gonna be good, Jacuinde! These girls are THICC, and they are gonna rock the stables in there tonight!

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Well that’s a little creepy the way you said it, Bath, but I’m looking forward to this one too, but we’ve got Marv backstage with a word from Jacki O’Lantern first!

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We cut to the backstage area where we find Marv Smegma standing by with a mic in hand with an excited look on his face as he gets ready to conduct an interview.

Marv Smegma: Ladies and gents, please help me in welcoming my guest Jacki O'Lantern.

Jacki enters the frame and stands next to him with her hands inside her ring coat jacket. The crowd cheers upon seeing her as she gives him a nod and a smile.

Marv Smegma: Jacki, it's great you agreed to do this interview once again, but we all want to know what's on your mind lately? Due to unfortunate events, you no longer have the Lord of Violence title in your possession. Da Bing Bong Twins were able to successfully defeat you and take it out of your hands last Madness show. Your thoughts?

She removes her hands out of her pockets and runs a hand through her hair and looks at him with a calm demeanor as she responds to his question.

Jacki O'Lantern: You are correct they did, but let's face it Marvy boy, the only ones who really noticed that, or cared about it are the twins themselves. In fact, I saw them bragging about it on social media hours after they won it. Try winning it several times like I have. I've been busting since Madness came to be, specially for the Death match division and for that title as a whole, so for them to come in and take it from me is a disgrace and an embarrassment.

Her calm demeanor slowly turned into frustration, judging by the tone of her voice as she shook her head.

Marv Smegma: I can see why you'd be upset. There is no doubt you've been putting in the work though and have only gotten better, but there is a chance you could show up at the King of the Mountain match later tonight and get back what you've lost. Is that what your goal is?

Jacki O'Lantern: You tell me, bud.

Marv looks at her confused.

Marv Smegma: I asked you… you know what, let's move on. You and Kieran have this-

Jacki O'Lantern: Developing friendship.

Marv Smegma: This developing friendship as you say, but it seems like every week we see you two together his hatred for you seems to only increase. How do you deal with that?

She looks down at the pumpkin patterns on her coat before focusing on the question.

Jacki O'Lantern: I have a feeling sooner or later he will come around and be nice for a change, not just to me, but to everyone around him. Right now, he is just a pain in the ass. Speaking of pain, I have noticed he will be involved in an inferno match. Never have the opportunity to take part in one, but I'm happy to see him stepping up to the plate in such a big way. Who knew he had this extreme side to him. I'll definitely be keeping a close eye on that.

She raises her brow and turns on her heel to leave, then walks off.

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In the back we find Majestuosa Manor (Juliana Mendoza & Emma Couture) standing by Steve Sayors. Both women look quite annoyed at the mere presence of Sayors, but he smiles and trudges along.

Sayors: Hello XWF Madness fans, Steve Sayors here with two women who are looking to make an impact here tonight in the Gemini Division as they have their first match against the always entertaining and dangerous Mad Rhymes team of

Before Steve can continue on, Juliana snatches the mic right out of his hands and Emma stares him down. Steve takes a few steps back and just nods.

Juliana: You can run along now Scott, I am sure all of your questions would be as horrible as that pathetic introduction. How dare you talk up our opponents, and not even tell the estúpidos tontos sin valor watching at home while stuffing their fat little faces, who we are. Of course, if they weren’t such gilipollas con muerte cerebral, then they would already know. They would already know that they are looking at two of the most talented, beautiful women on the planet. They would already know that they are looking at two second-generation wrestlers. They would already know that they are looking at future Gemini Champions. They would already know that they are looking at the team that will absolutely embarrass and decimate Mad Rhymes in just a few moments. They would already know that they are looking at Miss Majestuosa herself, San Antonio’s favorite daughter, star of the San Antonio Cowgirls and Splat TV’s Madison Tower, Juliana Mendoza, and the absolutely amazing…

Juliana smiles as she hands the mic to Emma, allowing the amazonian beauty to introduce herself.

Emma: Emma Crusher Couture, Montreal’s greatest export, the pride of Canada, the perfect combination of beauty and power.

Emma brings her arms up and flexes, showing off a bit. Juliana gives Emma’s bicep a squeeze and swoons a little bit before Emma hands her the mic back, clearly preferring to let Juliana do most of the talking while she gets ready to handle the action.

Juliana: We are Majestuosa Manor, and tonight, Mad Rhymes, the Gemini division, Madness, the entire XWF is going to learn that we are simply built better.

Juliana blows a kiss to the camera, but in her usual fashion, she ends by flipping off the crowd. They go to exit when Juliana tosses the mic back toward Steve Sayors. It looks like he might catch it, but Emma Couture turns and moves like she’s going to hit Steve and he quickly backs off, covering up, only to have the mic hit him right on the head as Juliana and Emma laugh, making their way out to the ring.

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Bath, up next, we have got a Gemini Division matchup with the debuting team of Majestuosa Manor taking on Mad Rhymes!

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This is gonna be good, Jacuinde! These girls are THICC, and they are gonna rock the stables in there tonight!

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The statuesque Maxine emerges from behind the curtain, and she stands with her hands on her hips as a spotlight illuminates the part in the curtains next… allowing “Beautiful” Bobbi London to strut out like Jackie Fargo before busting into a hop hop freestyle!

“YEAAAAAH!
You’d best mind you’s manners,
Majestuosa Manor,
‘Cuz the Beauty and the Beast’ll
Hit you’s like hammers!

Emmer n’ Julie,
Lookin’ like foolies,
While Maxie an’ me
Get the one, two, three!
HOLLAAAAAA!”

Bobbi tosses the mic and then she and Maxine jog to the ring, slapping fans’ hands as they pass by. Max grabs a fan’s sign that says I WANT TO CLIMB MAXINE LIKE A TREE and holds it over her head before giving it back and continuing to the ring.

Both women of Mad Rhymes pose in the middle of the ring before heading to their corner, where Bobbi gets limber like a ballerina on the barre.

The lights dim slightly as the screen lights up with the silhouette of a curvy woman. She blows a kiss and bright pink lips come forward with MISS MAJESTUOSA written in gold on the lips. Gold pyro shoots up as the lights start flashing along to the beat - rainbow colors as a pair of silhouettes appear, with one beginning to dance along to the beat as the other stands with arms folded. Juliana runs her hands over her body as the song picks up. When the chorus begins there's a burst of pink pyro right in front of the entrance and as the smoke clears, Juliana Mendoza is there standing in the spotlight, with Emma Couture at her side, flexing. They stroll down to the ring, hop onto the apron, and Mendoza steps over the middle rope, straddling it as she starts to stick her ass out, but then stops and goes under the bottom rope. The fans boo as she blows a kiss towards them, but as her hand goes forward, three of her fingers drop, leaving her flipping off the crowd. Emma Couture insists the official remove her jacket for her, and then the two stand in their corner ready to go.

[mad]DING!

Bobbi London and Juliana Mendoza start, and Juliana decides to use her quicks and agility against the much bigger London. She hits a lot of flashy flippy moves off the ropes with funny sounding names like quebrada and la majistral… Juliana even manages to trap Bobbi in a cangrejo invertido at one point! But, the strong legs of Bobbi London are able to break the hold, and London tags in her partner as Mendoza is sent reeling!

Maxine enters the ring by stepping over the top rope, never taking her gaze off of Juliana Mendoza. Mendoza tries the same tactics that worked well against Bobbi, and it keeps Maxine on her heels for a few minutes. After not too long though, Juliana looks for an Asai moonsault and gets CAUGHT in mid-air!

Maxine hoists Juliana onto her shoulders and sends her into the air with a release airplane spin! Mendoza lands on her front with a thud and the entire crowd lets out a loud OOOOH from the impact!

Across the ring, Emma Couture is leaning halfway across the ring looking for a tag. The crowd wants to see the two muscular women square off and start chanting for a tag. Maxine steps back and motions for Juliana to tag in her partner, and Mendoza crawls her way over and does so!

Emma comes into the ring and stares right in Max’s face, and even as beefy and muscular as Couture is, she finds herself looking up at Max. Emma shoves Maxine backwards, and Maxine nearly stumbles! She has to lean on the ropes for balance, and it gives Emma an opening to smash Max with THE FRENCH CONNECTION!

Emma flexes as Maxine is sent sprawling across the mat, and Emma then just lays the boots to Maxine, keeping the big woman down and covering up. Couture gets Max by the ankles and starts twisting her legs into UNE FEMME MEPRISEE! But Maxine mule kicks herself free, launching Couture across the ring!

Maxine tags Bobbi London back into the match, and Bobbi is a house of fire! She drops Couture with a big double ax, then does the same when Mendoza rushes in as well! Mendoza then gets speared through the ropes by Maxine, who charged at her like a bull seeing red.

Bobbi lifts Couture and plops her down with a Bobbi Slam, which is just a body slam but done by Bobbi, and then London hits the ropes and jumps up into THE THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER!

COUTURE MOVES!!!

Bobbi’s rump is rattled when she hits nothing but mat, and Emma Couture pulls her up by the hair…

HAUTECOUTURE!!! Emma lifts the heavy frame of Bobbi London like it was a feather!

Bobbi’s head smacks the canvas and Emma gets the 1-2-3!

WINNERS - MAJESTUOSA MANOR
Match Time: 9:11[/mad]

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And the ladies of Majestuosa Manor walk away with a STRONG victory over an established team here in their Madness Gemini Division debut!

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I have never been so thoroughly aroused by a tag team match… Jacuinde! Did you see all the muscles on those girls? My GOD! Someone bring me some water, please.

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You really need to stop pregaming with Viagra, Bath! This is a professional sporting program! Get yourself together, we have a championship match coming up next! The very first EVER Equatorial Champion will be one of these four stars… Josslyn Spencer, Molly Barnes, Dick Powers, or Vita Valenteen!

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Three girls and a horse-cocked superhero? Well gee, let me go ahead and call my bookie… you ALWAYS bet on Dick Jacuinde!

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VS.

VS.

Purple and gold lights start flashing and Josslynn music hits as she walks out on stage with a smile across her face. Jason Cashe is right beside her, and he’s got a big ol’ container of popcorn in his hands that he shovels into his mouth with a smile, letting hot butter run down his cheeks as the crowd roars and cheers.

They walk with confidence down the ramp as Joss walks up the steps and gets inside the ring, Cashe sitting on the bottom rope to hold it open for her. Cashe then hoots and howls and slaps at the apron to cheer his lady on, looking like one of those cartoon wolves with their eyes and tongue popping out.

As the opening riff of "Vampire" by Saint Agnes tore through the arena the crowd jumped to their feet! Vita makes her way down to the ring, slapping hands with her fans along the way. Vita then slides into the ring and postures for the crowd as her music dies down.

The thralls in the crowd all swoon for their mistress of the dark, and Vita would totally blush from the attention if she could.

Instead she just heads for her corner…

The beat kicks in and “I Invented Sex” echoes through the arena, the crowd cheers and parties! Balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling as Dick Powers saunters onto the ramp with a rose between his teeth and bounces his head smiling followed by his manager Riley Reed who smiles nodding his head to the rhythm. Dick drops to his knees and opens his arms wide, flaunting what he's got to the crowd as his pyro goes off behind him. He hops to his feet clapping, dancing and high fiving fans on his way to the ring. He jogs up the steps and climbs the top turnbuckle singing along to his theme as he poses to his adoring fans.

The music hits and Molly Barnes emerges to a HUGE pop! It seems like it takes the lass off guard as the whole audience seems to chant INNIT! INNIT! INNIT! at the tops of their lungs.

Molly marches to the ring as the arena is drowned out by her supporters, and she takes the last open corner of the ring with a big grin on her face.

[mad]DING!

Things are off to a hot start as the four competitors pair off right away - Dick and Molly go at it with Molly dropping Dick on his back and mounting him, straddling his girthy frame, and just beating him relentlessly.

Joss and Vita have a bit more technical approach, doing the whole lock-up and move trade takedown opening that we’ve all seen in a thousand different matches over the courses of our lives.

Dick frees himself eventually by rolling over and pretty much just dropping his taint on her face in a weird leg drop variant. Molly grabs her face and kicks her feet… she might have dislocated her nose on his gooch!

Vita takes over on Joss, eventually drilling her EAT DEFEAT finisher onto Spencer! Spencer is sent tumbling out through the ropes… luckily Jason Cashe catches her before she hits the concrete! Cashe starts fanning Joss to wake her up, and even waves some of his popcorn under her nostrils to bring her back to her senses. It works!

Vita then turns to Dick Powers, but Dick hits his DICKUS CLOTHESLINE on Valenteen, and sends her sprawling into a corner… A TASTE OF DICK!!!

Powers rides Vita’s face for an uncomfortably long time, then pulls her out to the middle of the ring for a cover… broken up at two by Molly Barnes!

MUGSHOT!!!

Powers falls out of the ring and no one is there to break his fall, so his head cracks against the concrete, drawing an EWWWWW from the crowd. Medics swirl around him and the cameras cut to the ring, where Vita and Molly have now begun to tussle. Vita takes over and she’s got Molly set up in a UFO DDT when Joss Spencer runs back in!

Vita snags Joss with her ankles!

Vita takes both Joss and Molly down with her DDT/headscissor combo, and Valenteen stands up with a triumphant roar! She grabs Barnes and locks on the EMBRACE!!!

Barnes is in serious trouble, but eventually Joss is able to drag Vita up by the back of her head into DEAR AGONY!!! Vita rolls out of the ring, and Cashe whips out a necklace made of garlic… where did he even get that? Who knows, but he puts it on just in case.

Molly starts to roll over to get to her feet… THE FUTURE!!!

Joss with a cover… and Barnes gets a shoulder up at two!

Spencer is livid at the kickout, and she screams to Cashe at ringside… “Jason! GET THE TABLES!”

Cashe grins and starts pulling tables out from under the ring and starts stacking them up as Valenteen drags herself back to the apron.

Valenteen sees Joss pulling Molly up and setting her up for something just as Cashefinishes stacking the table three high. Vita springboards onto the ropes for another EAT DEFEAT onto Spencer, but Spencer sees it coming and superkicks Vita right as she hits the ropes!

VITA GOES THROUGH ALL THREE TABLES!!!

The crowd gives us the tried and true HOLY SHIT chant as Cashe is giddy at ringside, clapping and jumping up and down… WAIT A MINUTE, THAT’S HOLDEN ROSS!!!

Ross comes out of the crowd and backes Cashe over the head with a beer bottle! Cashe falls to his hands and knees as Holden Ross clambers over the railing and starts beating on Jason Cashe.

In the ring, Spencer has Molly Barnes up and sends her into the ropes, connecting with the ZODIAC KILLER!!!

Ross sends Cashe INTO THE RING! And Ross follows him in! The two men start scrapping inside the ring, right at the feet of the referee, who tries to get them to break it up. Meanwhile, Spencer has Barnes covered and the crowd is counting along as she’s there for 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…

Spencer gets off of Barnes and starts shoving at Cashe after Cashe dumps Ross back out onto the apron. She wants them out of the damn ring so she can get the bag!

Barnes from behind with a high knee! She sends Spencer into Cashe, and Cashe slams into Ross who flies off into the guard rail. Cashe exits the ring but he and Spencer must have butted heads, Joss is woozy and staggers around…

BARNESTORMER!!!

NO! JOSS ESCAPES!!!

ZODIAC KILLER!!!!

Joss holds on, and she gets the 1-2-3!!!

WINNER AND NEW EQUATORIAL CHAMPION - JOSSLYN SPENCER
Match Time: 15:27[/mad]

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Holy crap! Holden Ross? He almost spoiled Joss Spencer’s night with that interference, but luckily Joss was able to right the ship… and she’s now a champion on Madness!

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Get the popcorn, Jason! Your woo-sah is leaving Year One in a GREAT mood!

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She sure is, Bath, but again… ew. And you know what? This next match for the Lord of Violence prize? I don’t think even the winner of this one will be walking away happy… it’s a brutal King of the Mountain match, and it’s NEXT!

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Winner or WINNERS, Jacuinde! Da Twinzz are CO-champs right now, and I think they are going to retain! It’s a lot harder to beat two people than it is to just beat one!

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Well we’ll see right after we check on the brand new Equatorial Champ backstage!!

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"This is bullshit!"

Storming into the locker room, Josslynn Spencer was NOT happy! She tosses her newly won Equatorial Title onto her bag and spins to Cashe.

Josslynn: "I want a pound of flesh taken from his back!"

Following her into the room, Jason Cashe understood the situation. Holden Ross almost cost her the match. Almost prevented her from becoming the Equatorial Champion. Still, hearing her request a filet of his back skin. Was weird.

Cashe: "He's a tall bag of limp dick and I will see him circumcised."

He was trying to match her intensity. Turning to him, she snaps at him. Her finger poking at his chest.

Josslynn: "You said he wasn't concerned with us!"

Cashe: "That's what he said! That's what he showed!! When was the last time you or I commented on him? He didn't want no smoke! He wanted to say he doesn't need titles while bragging about fighting for titles! I don't think HE knows what he wants!"

Josslynn: "I want him turned into a vegetable!"

Cashe: "We talking carrots or..?"

She shoves Cashe with both hands. In his head, he couldn't help notice how she glistened with sweat. Not that he would admit it openly but he liked how her sweat smelled. She shoves him a second time to break his stare off her skin.

Josslynn: "Doesn't he have a match tonight?!"

Nodding before he verbally responds.

Cashe: "Yes! Yes he does!"[/b][/color]

Josslynn pushes to move past him. She was ready to head back out to the ring or wait for him near the gorilla position. The visual playing in Cashe's head was of her swooping down like Assassin's Creed over Holden, plunging a hidden blade deep into the side of his neck. Blood springing free like a broken pipe as it turns the backstage area into a crimson slip n slide. Far more gore than would really play into things but he was enjoying the concept.

Cashe: "Baby, baby, listen.."

He grabs her and keeps her from storming off to find trouble. This was his fault, he was to blame as well.

Cashe: "Let me handle this.."

Josslynn: "No, bu–"

Cashe: "He doesn't have an issue with you. He did this to fuck with me.. He did this because I made him look bad on social media. That's on me. Crossfire happens and your match tonight almost going sideways is my fault.. I'm sorry.."

Even apologizing, Josslynn slaps him on the outside shoulder of his arm.

Josslynn: "It's not your fault, it's his! I will cut him behind the kneecaps, bring him down to size and slap him with a fucking toaster!"

Cashe laughed at her Grrrr. It was wild at times but she couldn't look tough even if she was, she couldn't appear so.

Cashe: "You get showered up. I'll go handle business and then we can go sacrifice a Goat."

Josslynn: "A goat?!"

Shaking his head, he was trying not to be petty.

Cashe: "Maybe you have some Sisters? Family Legacies are really popular these days.. Wanna have a baby?"

Josslynn slaps him across the face. To her, he was speaking gibberish and the slap brought him back to center. Nodding, he accepted that.

Cashe: "I deserved that.. Go shower, I'll go take care of that…"[/b][/color]

Kissing her, Cashe turns and leaves the room. She was still visibly grrr faced with pouted lips and her eyebrows curling down between her eyes in anger. Locking the door, she turns towards the shower and pulls off her top as the cameras cut off.

A few seconds later, we hear the sound of a microwave and popping corn...

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FOR THE LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!

DA BING BONG TWINZZ
- vs -
THE WORLD
KING OF THE MOUNTAIN MATCH!

ALL ARE WELCOME TO COME TAKE DA BING BONG TWINZZ OFF THEIR HIGH HORSE - FROM INSIDE OR OUTSIDE THE XWF!

THE MATCH WILL LITERALLY INVOLVE THROWING EVERYONE OFF OF A MOUNTAIN PEAK UNTIL ONLY ONE REMAINS!
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[mad]Da Bing Bong Twinzz stand ready at the mountain peak as our Lord of Violence championship match is about to begin!

Championship.

On the Bing Bong’s.

Man, it must suck for all of those early champions who were only awarded stupid nicknacks by Micheal Graves!

Speaking of former champions, Jacki O’Lantern leads the charge of the LOV regulars, Homer “The Humanoid” Sapian, Oliver Taylor, and Thrax! Together, almost as a team, the four of them jump The Bing Bong Twins and pummel them into oblivion before tossing them BOTH off of the mountain peak!

Just moments into this match, and we’re guaranteed NEW CHAMPS!

With the annoying ass Bing Bong’s now gone, the team mindset quickly breaks down into an every man for himself situation when Thrax sneak attacks Jacki! Oliver and Homer pair off and begin to brawl as Thrax tries to throw Jacki off of the peak! Jacki breaks free and quite possibly knocks a few teeth out of Thrax’s mouth with a stinging spinning backfist and dropkicks him right off of the edge!

Oliver Taylor has gained the upper hand over Homer “The Humanoid” Sapien with a wicked wristlock that he just keeps on wrenching in, that is until Homer’s hand breaks off at the wrist! Oliver Taylor spazzes out at the sight of the rotting human hand in his hands! Homer uses the distraction to stun the shit out of Oliver Taylor with an exposed electric eel hanging from his hand numb!

Oliver staggers on weak legs right into the waiting arms of Jacki, who whips him right off of the edge!

Homer tries to stun Jacki, but she dodges the blow! The two circle each other with Homer looking to tie up, but really, he just wanna stun her! Jacki moves in with a double leg takedown, dropping Homer to the ground before he can stick her with the eel! Jacki mounts Homer, pinning the eel arm down with a knee. She begins delivering punches to the head! If there were a crowd up here on this random ass mountain, they’d be counting along with each strike all the way to ten!

Jacki rolls off Homer and drags him to his feet where she runs him towards the edge and tosses him over with ease!

WINNER AND NEW LORD OF VIOLENCE!!!

KIERAN KING SPINS JACKI AROUND!

KICK TO THE GUT!

FUCK YOUR HEAD BRAINBUSTER!!!

WAS KING EVEN IN THIS MATCH!?!

***ALL ARE WELCOME TO COME TAKE DA BING BONG TWINZZ OFF THEIR HIGH HORSE - FROM INSIDE OR OUTSIDE THE XWF!***

I…

I GUESS SO!

KING TOSSES JACKI OFF OF THE EDGE OF THE MOUNTAIN AND STEALS THIS ONE AWAY FROM HER AFTER SHE THOUGHT SHE HAD WON!

WHAT A SCUMBAG!!!

KING LAUGHS AND GLOATS AS HE COLLECTS HIS L.O.V. PRIZE!

WINNER AND NEW LORD OF VIOLENCE CHAMPION - KIERAN KING

Match Time - 14:33
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KIERAN KING JUST STOLE THE LORD OF VIOLENCE TITLE FROM JACKI O’LANTERN!!

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What do you mean STOLE? The match was open to ANYONE Jacuinde!

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Sure, to start the match! He just showed up at the end when all the work was already done! That’s wrong!

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It’s BRILLIANT, Jacuinde! Brilliant! Let’s just take a look at some footage from earlier today!!

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We cut to pre-taped footage just outside the arena, where Lexi Gold is seen surrounded by a bunch of fans who stopped her for photos and autographs. It was obvious she couldn't say no. She loved her fans after all, so at that moment she made sure every single of them would go home happy.

At one point during all this a hooded figure stood in the back of the crowd, hands in his pocket, and avoided eye contact with anyone, not even attempting to ask anything of her. Lexi looked at him and noticed his odd behavior. She was left frozen, getting flashbacks of the hooded figure who appeared in her last match and many times before that, assuming it was her ex Elijah Martin behind those antics again. Could this be him now? She brushed off those thoughts and continued the signing.

As the crowd of people left, he was the only one remaining. Tired of this mystery shit, she marched up to this figure and pulled his hood back. It turned out not to be Elijah, but rather a face she was not familiar with. She felt slightly embarrassed and apologized to him before turning away and walking far away from the situation to help clear her thoughts.

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Lexi has been dealing with Elijah Martin for a long time… he even stalked her all the way from Anarchy to Madness!

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Stalked? Come on, Jacuinde, the guy is a big talent and we are lucky to have him on Team Green! I think you have a little crush on Lexi Gold!

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Oh knock it off… hey, what’s going on in the ring?

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The lights dim as a loud gong rings out across Bairiki National Stadium. A spotlight finds its way to the stage where a man in a full black suit stands somberly on the stage.

MAN: "Dearly beloved, we other gathered here today…"

The man - a funeral director - pauses. A glint of menace twinkles behind his eye.

FUNERAL DIRECTOR: "To mourn a MURDER!"

The gong rings out once more and the spotlight dims on the funeral director. Two more lights replace it, one on either side of where the previous one was. Within each, a column of robed figures shuffles down the entranceway towards the ring. The hooded people leave a path between their respective formations as once again a gong rings out.

The middle spotlight returns, and the funeral director moves to the side as more figures come out onto the stage.

It's an all-female Universal Monsters cast, led by Jessica Alba herself as Marvel's Invisible Woman! There's sexy Dracula and a sexy Mummy! Sexy Bride of Frankenstein followsz alongside Sexy Wolf-Woman (with shaved pits) and inexplicably a Sexy Creature from the Black Lagoon!

And they're carrying a coffin!

The gongs begin ringing out once again, as the procession cuts their way through the space made by the druid-like figures. Reaching ringside, the Universal she-Monsters place the coffin down on the ground and retreat back to the front of each column of hooded people.

Gong!

Gong!

Gong!

FUNERAL DIRECTOR: "Dearly beloved…"

The funeral director begins from scratch once more.

FUNERAL DIRECTOR: "...we gathered here today to celebrate the life of a former XWF Universal Champion, a former XWF World Champion, the 2009 XWF X-Mas X-Treme tournament winner, the 2010 XWF Lord of the Ring… lying there in his coffin at 5'11" and weighing - even dead! - at 190lbs… born in Gisborne, New Zealand and died here in Kiribati…"

The crowd roars at their country's name.

FUNERAL DIRECTOR: "...He has survived five car wrecks, two stabbings, and four gunshots - and those were just the ones that connected! Both in life and in death, you know him by one name, and he has explicitly requested that I inform you that you'll be screaming that name for days after he's done with you. He is the one, the only…"

Darkness.

Silence.

For moments on end.

And then…

Spoken lyrics.

"The words are so familiar
All the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn't have to be like this

If you don't make a friend now
One might make you
So, learn the gentle art of making enemies"

Bang!

Bang!

Something within the coffin begins to hammer away at the roof from the inside.

A frenetic guitar then kicks in as Faith No More's "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies" rips throughout the stadium.

FUNERAL DIRECTOR: "...KIEEEEERAAAAAAAN KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

In a burst of splintered wood, the top of the coffin bursts open and rising from the coffin in a full 3-piece suit is the recently returned star with at least two death threats in just as many months.

He thrusts his hands into the sky and lets the very mixed reaction shower down on him from the locals. It's mostly boos to be fair, but there are a fair few "BEQUEATH ME, KEIRAN!" signs scattered about.

King hops into the ring and taking center stage, rips the suit off himself in one swift snap, revealing his gear underneath. He smirks for the world, as he awaits his match beginning.

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VS.

The arena goes dark as a pair of blood red spotlights converge on the entry ramp.

From behind a red cloud of smoke, the woman thus far known to the Madness fans as Cheyenne Fier.

Fier stands in front of a waist high altar, and from behind her back she pulls what appears to be two fists full of chicken bones.

She drops the bones into the basin at the top of the altar, and they are immediately consumed by a flash of fire!

After this, she removes her elegant robes and lets them drop to the ground before walking down the ramp with her eyes fixated directly on Kieran King.

[mad]King flies out of the corner milliseconds before the opening bell and blasts Cheyenne with a surprise Buzzsaw kick!

DING!

King slams Cheyenne’s head into the turnbuckle as flames shoot into the sky around the ring apron! King then throws her into the corner and hammers her with right hands until she falls dazed to the bottom rope. King continues the assault with kick after kick as the flames around the ring seem to react with each impact! King then looks to finish her off with a running knee, but Cheyenne manages to roll out of the way just in time and uses King’s misstep to gain control of the match with a series of suplexes, slamming his beefy body into the mat over and over as the flames seem to shoot higher and higher with each impact!

Cheyenne drags King towards the flames, but he fights back against her. Cheyenne kicks at King's head, but King captures the foot and ties her up with an ankle lock, but Cheyenne flips into it, sending King towards the flames. King manages to stop himself in the nick of time, but turns around, right into a Dropkick by Cheyenne, but he sidesteps as he swipes her feet away! King lays into her with repeated stomps before hitting the ropes and literally leaping into the fire and somehow escaping unscathed as he connects with a Lionsault! No wait! He connected to her KNEES! King wallows in pain as Cheyenne fights to get to her feet!

Cheyenne stomps and drags, pulling King towards the flames. King fights back and soon both are on their feet. Cheyenne tries for a back suplex, but King blocks it and fires off an elbow to break her waistlock grip! King springs off of the ropes with a modified Pele kick that staggers Cheyenne! She eventually goes down by force, head first by way of Kieran King’s Crowning Achievement!

King jumps to his feet and begins taunting the fans as he pulls a Bic lighter out of his pocket! Cheyenne is out! King just needs to drag her to the ropes and into the flames, but that’s not his style! Cheating is his style, and much to the crowd’s disdain, he’s going to win this match by way of Bic!

King strikes the flame with a maniacal and almost cartoonish laughter! But wait! Leaping over the flames and into the ring without King noticing is Jacki O’Lantern! She spins King around and slaps the lighter out of his hand to the crowd’s delight! Jacki then returns the favor from earlier when she shoves King into the ropes, setting the ass of his trunks ablaze and costing him the match to Cheyenne Fier!

Winner: Cheyenne Fier/Marie Laveau

Match Time - 11:09[/mad]

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Well talk about instant karma! Jacki O’Lantern just lit a fire on Kieran King… literally!

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Jacki O’Lantern should be ARRESTED Jacuinde! That is aggravated assault! He agreed to this dangerous match with one person, not two!

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It’s no holds barred in an inferno match, Bath! Besides, she just pushed him a little… let’s get backstage and see what some participants have to say about the upcoming Anniversary Battle Royal!

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“Here we go again!”

That would be the voice of Kevin Mears as the show cuts to him backstage in front of the interview position. That’s despite the fact there’s no one but him there to speak. As always, he has his sunglasses on and twirling a silver cane in his hand as he speaks.

Kevin: On the last Madness, I got stuffed into a clusterfuck tag match with a bunch of randos that I have no interest in because the boss assumed one of the girls and I were best friends because I tweeted at her once like 2 months ago or something. And what happened? My team fucked up and lost the match. The important thing there is that it wasn’t me who cost the team the match. And how does management try to address this? Another clusterfuck!

He throws his hands up as he finishes the sentence.

Kevin: At least I don’t have to rely on anyone else in this match, because it’s a battle royal to commemorate a year of this show being a thing. It’s for the Anniversary Cup…wahoo. And they have me in there with 19 other randos from the roster including the jackass I embarrassed in my XWF debut. I came here stating that I was looking to team with Summer. Is she on the show? Yeah, she is. Am I teaming with her? No. She’s already got a tag partner, so what do I know?

Kevin lets out a very long sigh at this.

Kevin: That’s fine. I work damn well on my own, I have for all the years I’ve been a professional athlete in this business. Tonight in the latest clusterfuck dreamed up by this company, I have to go out there once again and prove what I’ve been saying since I got here. And that’s opponents are like bowling pins for me. You set’em up, I’ll knock’em down. I’ve been in battle royals before. Hell, I helped a student of mine win her first one a few weeks ago. So if I can strategize and give her the inside track to winning, it shouldn’t be a problem for me to do it myself against a fleet of randos. I’m not going to address each of you by name, because what’s the point? All that matters is that yours truly will end up standing all alone in the ring and getting awarded an Anniversary Cup that with a $3 will get me a latte at Starbucks. And then what? What happens after I send everyone else in this match to the floor and get the Cup?

He shrugs his shoulders.

Kevin: Hell if I know. Probably another clusterfuck. It’s getting insulting. To all 19 of you, you’ll find out like so many before you that I’m the only Ace in a deck full of jokers. And I’ll go ahead and put the target on my back. If you all don’t make a point of getting me out as soon as possible, I’ll make a point of humiliating you. That’s what’ll happen anyway. And when I hear my name as the winner and get handed this Anniversary Cup at the end of the match? The last one out’s gonna look up to the referee and ask what happened, and They’ll be told that you just your punk card pulled by the only Ace in a deck full of jokers! And lucky for all of you…

He produces a stack of personalized playing cards with his picture on them.

Kevin: I brought the whole damn deck to hand out.

He pointed his cane off camera and went in that direction.

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We go to the back where XWF Madness newcomer Walker Hill looks to be finishing up some pre-match rituals as he gets his wrist tape on, takes a few deep breaths, and starts rolling his cowboy hat in his hands, just spinning it around before he notices the camera and smiles.

"Well howdy there. Guess this is one of them, tell the camera and all the fine folks watching at home who you is kind of deals, right?"

The camera moves up and down slightly as the person controlling it nods.

"Well shoot, easiest is that I’m Walker Hill. I'm a simple Texas man and I got myself a simple Texas plan. Imma go punch some people as hard as I can."

Walker grins and even chuckles a little bit as he stops spinning his hat in his hands, nods, stands up tall, and stops smiling.

"There’s more to me than that though. See, I love pro wrestling, have since I was a kid. I remember back when I was around seven or maybe eight, I told granddad that I wanted to be a professional wrestler when I grew up, and he told me I should. He told me the same thing nearly four years ago…"

Walker’s head drops for a second, he takes a very audible breath and wipes his face for a brief second before his head comes back up and he looks very motivated.

"That was just a little bit before he passed away, and I ain’t got no doubt that he’s looking down right now just as proud as he can be. Tonight, whoo wee, I got a big chance to make him and a whole heap of others even more proud. It ain’t gonna be easy, I got no illusions about that. Shoot, nineteen other people and I am sure all of them wanna win this match real bad. You get yourself a nice trophy, but more than that you no doubt gotta jump up big time in regard to title contention. Simple fact is, I gotta go out there and do something that I ain’t done since back in my high school baseball days. I gotta go out there and have me a perfect game. Just like back when I was on the mound, gonna keep it simple. Whoever comes up, I’m gonna look em straight in the eyes, bare down, pull back, and throw the heat. Either I’m gonna be coming out this match raising that trophy high, screaming yee haw, and wondering how many beers I can fit in that there cup or I’m gonna be wondering how many whiskey shots it’s gonna take to pass out and forget. I can promise you this though, win or lose, y’all is getting the very best of Walker Hill, and that ain’t changing until the dang wheels fall off. So right now, I want everyone in the building and watching at home to yell along with me and hopefully, this ain’t the last time it happens tonight."

Walker puts his hat on and gives the one, two three countdown before he screams as loud as he can

"YEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAWWWWWW!"

He throws the horns up and marches off, fired up and clearly ready for the Anniversary Cup Battle Royal.

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Bath it is time for a real treat. We reached out to Madness performers from every era of the brand. Some who are no longer here, some who are still competing every single show, and some who just joined up… twenty participants for an over the top battle royal! The winner will receive the honor of receiving the very first annual Anniversary Cup!

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This is going to be fast paced and fun, Jacuinde! We haven’t seen some of these guys for quite a while… who’s your pick to take the Cup? I’ve got my DraftKings app up right now and I’m betting the house on Big Preesh! Who can throw a guy his size out of the ring?

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That’s a good pick Bath… but I think I’m leaning towards a newcomer! Kevin Mears has proven himself to be VERYcrafty and capable in the ring. Actually, you know what? I’m picking Li’l Juicy! The guy is just so much fun!

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I feel like you don’t know what qualities help people win matches…

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The 20 participants in the battle royal all file to the ring to various levels of applause. Some of the more nostalgic acts get a nice reaction while some of the newer unknowns have to settle for polite claps.

One by one the entrants emerge and get into the ring.

Li’l Juicy (the fans LOVE Juicy and they give him a nice reaction)

Markella…

Doc Docherty…

Reginald Dampshaw III…

Generic Heel…

Darcy Graves…

Osira Themis (Osira gets a NICE reaction from the crowd!)

Big Preesh…

Lexi Gold (Another HUGE pop from the fans!)

Walker Hill…

Johnny Miami…

Le Bord de Dieu (her personal assistant Ashley accompanies her.)

Matt Kayden…

Kevin Mears…

Jamaican Jimmy…

Oliver Peters…

Kai Morgan…

Sean Spivey…

Tanya Terwilliger…

And finally, Elijah Martin comes out last to resounding boos.

All twenty of the combatants mill about the ring, talking a little trash here and there to each other, and then the match officially begins!

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DING!

The ring turns into a churning scrum of bodies!

Everyone tries to find someone to square off with right at the start except for GENERIC HEEL, who just slides out under the bottom rope and crawls underneath the ring to hide.

Less than a minute in, JAMAICAN JIMMY is sent sailing over the top rope and he lands flat on his chest on the concrete ringside floor! Looks like Kevin Mears was offended Jimmy was even allowed in this thing and took care of business himself!

JAMAICAN JIMMY ELIMINATED BY KEVIN MEARS

The KTFO boys are triple teaming Big Preesh, using their numbers to keep the big boy off balance by the ropes. Even with all three of them combined, Preesh is able to hang on with just one leg being lifted off the mat!

Preesh shoves Peters, Kayden, and Morgan tumbling back across the ring with a massive shove! Preesh hits the Fargo Strut to celebrate!

Le Bord de Dieu has remained aloof from the fray to begin, but Johnny Miami puts an end to that with a weird leaping karate chop thing to Bordy’s back!

Avaline stumbles a bit but then turns and snatches Miami into LE DOUX SOMMEIL DE DIEU!!! She slams him down onto the mat hard before grabbing his head again… L’ETREINTE DE DIEU!!!

Johnny is lying on the mat drooling at this point and Bordy grabs him by his fauxhawk and pulls him up, then tosses him unceremoniously out to the floor!

JOHNNY MIAMI ELIMINATED BY LE BORD DE DIEU

Across the ring, Osira Themis is getting picked apart by Tanya and Spider from P.W.T. They are just jumping in and going for cheap shot after cheap shot and not giving Themis a chance to defend herself.

This comes to an end when Terwilliger’s superkick is ducked by Osira and hits Sean Spivey instead! Spivey flies over the top!

SEAN ‘SPIDER’ SPIVEY ELIMINATED BY TANYA TERWILLIGER

Tanya is in shock, and Spivey is at ringside pissed!

Osira hits the FUCK YOUR FACE on Terwilliger as she turns back around! Tanya goes spilling over right at the feet of her partner!

TANYA TERWILLIGER ELIMINATED BY OSIRA THEMIS

Osira waves bye bye to Tanya, and the PWT pair argue with each other on their way to the back.

The KTFO trio are once again doing their best to lean Big Preesh over the top rope, but Preeshy is just refusing to move. Kai Morgan starts waving over others, and soon Markella, Walker Hill, Osira Themis, Kevin Mears, and Darcy Graves all hustle over and help push Preesh.

Between the eight of them, they manages to lift the huge former X-Treme Champion over the top rope! One group shove later and he tumbles to the floor!

BIG PREESH ELIMINATED BY EVERYONE

The group all celebrate for a moment before turning on each other. Mears and Hill start wildly exchanging punches, and the fans are THRILLED with the sheer number of stiff punches the two are giving one another. It’s like reliving Forrest Griffin versus Stephan Bonnar I.

Matt Kayden backdrops Darcy Graves out over the top!

But Graves lands on the apron and pulls herself up by the ropes as Kayden celebrates with his back turned. When he rotates around to admire his handiwork, Graves plants a fist on his nose and has him seeing stars!

Graves with a suplex to Kayden! She hauls him over the ropes and drops him to the floor!

‘WILD CARD’ MATT KAYDEN ELIMINATED BY DARCY GRAVES

Markella hits the ropes and knocks Darcy off the apron! Graves had never gotten back into the ring, so she’s out!

DARCY GRAVES ELIMINATED BY MARKELLA

Graves is LIVID! Markella leans over the top to blow a kiss at Darcy, and Darcy Graves grabs her by the hair!

Graves drags Markella out over the top to the floor from outside of the ring!

MARKELLA ELIMINATED BY DARCY GRAVES

Doc Docherty is beating down Lexi Gold in a corner when Li’l Juicy pulls him off from her. Juicy and Doc go at it for a bit, and then they both end up getting jumped by Kai Morgan and Oliver Peters!

Juicy and Docherty set their differences aside for a moment and work together to fend off the assault from Team KTFO, and they end up simultaneously clotheslining Morgan and Peters over the top together!

‘THE BASTARD KING’ KAI MORGAN ELIMINATED BY LI’L JUICY

OLIVER PETERS ELIMINATED BY CHRIS ‘DOC’ DOCHERTY

Docherty shakes Juicy’s hand out of respect for a job well done.

AND JUICY HOLDS ON TO FLING HIM OUT AND OVER!!! Docherty can’t believe it, and he has a few choice words for Juicy from the floor. Juicy just hops up and down like he won a prize fight, though..

CHRIS ‘DOC’ DOCHERTY ELIMINATED BY LI’L JUICY

Juicy keeps dancing like a goon and taunting at Docherty, and he never sees Le Bord de Dieu approaching from behind…

Bordy grabs the scruff of his neck and the back of his waistband, and she dumps him out to the floor!

LI’L JUICY ELIMINATED BY LE BORD DE DIEU

Walker Hill and Kevin Mears are still slugging it out. It looks like an old school hockey fight the way these two just will not let go of one another.

Neither man seems to be gaining any sort of an upper hand in the exchange!

Reginald Dampshaw, AKA the Time Lizard, has his hands full with Le Bord de Dieu. Bordy is hitting him with precision nerve strikes and essentially shutting off his limbs as she has him crumbled to the mat.

ELIJAH MARTIN NEARLY HAS LEXI GOLD OVER THE TOP!!!

Gold has to cling to the ropes like a spider monkey, and she ends up with her arms and legs wrapped around the bottom rope while lying on the apron…

Osira Themis throws a high knee strike to Martin’s back, and Martin is sent flying right into Dampshaw, knocking them both over in a heap in the middle of the ring!

Bordy snaps her head toward Themis with an icy glare, like a hyena that just got her dinner yanked from her fangs.

Osira with a running lariat! Le Bord de Dieu is out and over the top rope!

LE BORD DE DIEU ELIMINATED BY OSIRA THEMIS

Osira smirks as Bordy glares up from the floor, quivering with unbridled rage. Ashley has to intervene and talk her master down, reminding her that it would be unbecoming of a lady of her social and political stature to lose her religion in public.

Le Bord de Dieu is eventually walked off by Ashley without further incident, and Themis ends up getting her head nearly taken off by a bulldog from Elijah Martin!

Lexi Gold hits the STRIKING GOLD on Reginald Damphaw III!

Lexi drags the Time Lizard to his feet and drapes him over the top rope, then slips out of the way when Martin charges her from behind!

Martin ends up hitting Damphsaw over the top!

REGINALD DAMPSHAW III ELIMINATED BY ELIJAH MARTIN

Martin is then caught off guard by a nasty superkick from Lexi Gold, and he’s sent for a back flip out of the ring!

ELIJAH MARTIN ELIMINATED BY LEXI GOLD

Mears and Hill are locked up in a clinch, both mean leaning each other against the ropes…

And here comes Osira Themis! She shoves both men over the top while they are off balance with one another!

Hill and Mears hit the floor together and look flabbergasted, staring daggers through Osira!

WALKER HILL ELIMINATED BY OSIRA THEMIS

KEVIN MEARS ELIMINATED BY OSIRA THEMIS

And just like that, we are down to the final two combatants in the battle royal!

Osira Themis and Lexi Gold circle each other, both already exhausted and worn down from going through a war and outlasting eighteen others.

Themis and Gold square up, and it’s clear they each respect the other.

Themis is able to take over early and starts using some nasty MMA style strikes and takedowns, but Lexi is slippery and squeaks away each time, getting back to her feet and putting distance between them.

Lexi flattens Osira with a pump kick from out of nowhere!

Themis is back up but clearly that shot rung her bell… Lexi flies in with a clothesline, but it’s ducked!

DISCORD DRIVER FROM OSIRA THEMIS!!!

LEXI LANDS ON HER FEET!!!

Themis turns and gets absolutely turned inside out by a big boot from Gold! Themis is flipped over the top!!!

Osira manages to hang onto the top rope, though!

Osira is left dangling from the ropes, her feet inches from the floor. Lexi Gold leans over to try and get her loose and make her fall, but Osira skins the cat!

Themis gets Lexi in a headscissor and drags her over the top!

Both women end up on the apron, and they stand up and face each other…

Themis charges Lexi, but Lexi slips around the corner and Themis hits the ring post hard with her shoulder!

Themis is wailing on the apron, and Lexi scales the ropes! She’s on the top turnbuckle!

LEXI WITH THE TWISTED DIVINE!!!

Gold lands on the apron, and Osira is sent sprawling on the floor! That’s it!

OSIRA THEMIS ELIMINATED BY LEXI GOLD

WINNER: LEXI GOLD

Match Time - 25:33[/mad]

After the match, officials award Lexi her newly won Anniversay Cup in all of its gleaming golden glory.

A few crewmen happen to pull up the apron skirting around one side of the ring, and they find Generic Heel under there… snoring! He fell asleep under the ring after trying to hide from the action!

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Lexi Gold does it! A Madness original, she’s been here since day one, how fitting that she takes the special prize home tonight!

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GENERIC HEEL WAS NEVER ELIMINATED! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!

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He took himself out of the match, Bath! What were they supposed to do, set an alarm clock for him? Just wait for him to get his beauty sleep?

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Oh please! GH doesn’t need BEAUTY sleep! The man is a well documented lothario!

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Can you please try and retain some sort of a professional demeanor? We have one of our two biggest matches up next… a steel cage match for the Gemini Championships with Themis Palaestra, the most dominant team in Madness history, defending against the perennial thorns in their sides, 2 Broke Chicks! These guys have a storied rivalry, but with the ring surrounded by steel we’ll finally get to see what happens when it’s just two against two!

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Stop it! Themis Palaestra has proven repeatedly that they are head and shoulders above Chi Chi and Jane Harper! They are top class, top tier LADIES being forced to face two GIRLS for what? The tenth time?

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It’s been twice, Bath! And it’s happening again NOW!

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VS.

Ikura ikura ikura ore no kachi wa ikura!
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up!
Ikura ikura ikura ore no kachi wa ikura!
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up!

ANARCHY's "Run It Up" comes on over the PA system as the arena lights dim down, bringing all attention to the lighting on and around the stage. Everyone’s attention is on the entrance curtain when, all of a sudden, an air horn like the one heard from a fire engine BLASTS through the arena. From the side of the stage, a tricked out RV painted white with neon blue accents rolls up. As the opening refrain with Skits Vicious begins, theside door flies open and out comes the 2 Broke Chicks. In name only, of course! There’s some visible laughs of amusement as Jane then turns towards the stage and tries to look serious as she approaches the ramp. On the opposite side of the mood spectrum, Chiaki Sanada gives their ride an adoring pat before scurrying to catch up with her tag team partner.

As the two make their way down the ramp, Jane’s attempt to stay serious is all but lost once Chiaki moves in front of her, just goofing off and throwing random signs at the camera in sync with their music. As the chorus plays, Chiaki starts singing along. The strength of the duo finally breaks into laughter at the little one’s antics and the pair continue towards the ring. Once they reach ringside, Jane comes in behind Chiaki and lifts the crazy little Joshi up onto her shoulders. She makes a lap around the ring itself while Chiaki’s waving her arms from side to side over her head, trying to get the fans to join in. They do, for the most part. Chiaki hops off of Jane’s shoulders and onto the apron. She’s back to throwing thuggish little hand signals as Jane climbs onto the apron. Jane climbs into the ring and stands behind Chiaki who is still doing her thing as they both throw up their actual, personal team gesture. Chiaki finally gets into the ring and the two of them move to their corner, removing their entrance gear and getting in a bit of last minute extra stretching as they get ready for their match.

A sultry voice plays over the PA…

THEMIS… PALAESTRA…

The music plays and the Gemini Champions emerge from the back wearing matching Greek toga-inspired ring gear.

Atara, Osira, and James Raven accompany the sisters, sticking a few feet back. Atty, Raven, and O break off after giving Des and Agrippina hugs, and they head to a small alcove off to the side of the entrance ramp which has been decorated with lush carpets, Greek style stone pillars, and a gorgeous chaise longue with carved bowls full of fruits to snack on while they watch the match.

Desdemona and Agrippina make their way down to the ring holding hands, and they hold their clasped hands high between them to show off the gleaming Gemini Championship rings on their fingers.

Des walks up the ring steps and then helps Agrippina walk up after her, and they both sit on the bottom rope to spread it apart from the middle one. Then, one at a time, they swing their legs over the bottom rope and stand up to wave to the crowd full of thirsty fans.

[mad]DING!

As the cage is lowered, Atara and Osira rush under the ring and hide... For some reason? The cage encases the ring, trapping Atara and Osira under the ring, foiling their plan whatever it was and the match is underway! 2 Broke Chicks get the early advantage Jane Harper playing body block for Chi Chi using her strength to stop any advances in holds and strikes while Chi Chi chips away at Desdemona and Agrippina with swift kicks to the legs and body shots. Agrippina is knocked down with a leg sweep and clothesline combo from 2 Broke Chicks but Desdemona manages to get a hard elbow into Jane to knock her off balance! Chi Chi screams like a banshee jumping onto Desdemona back trying to choke her out but Agrippina is back up and moves to help her sister out and Desdemona flips Chi Chi over herself setting Agrippina up for a nice dropkick to the spine of a falling Chi Chi!

Harper is back on her feet and runs Desdemona over with a big boot but Aggripina spins her around into a belly-to-belly but Harper blocks the suplex with her arms and traps Aggripina's countering with a trapped headbutt and the pair separate; Desde gets a low sweep in on Jane's legs and Agripina goes for a swift knee to the jaw but Chi Chi runs in with a jumping clothesline taking down Agrippina; All 4 women begin to brawl trying to get the upper hand and twin elbows from Palaestra seize the advantage followed by irish whips into the corners sending 2 Broke Girls in a seated position opposite one another. Desdemona and Agrippina trade opponents and go into a sprint for corner dropkicks!

The sisters quickly get back up switching sides and heading to opposite corners for more corner dropkicks!

And again!

And again!!!

The crowd is crazy for Themis Palaestra right now and each head to the cage wall to escape!

Halfway up the two are stopped short by each of 2 Broke Chicks, pulling them down at the same time. Chi Chi grabs the back of Desdemona's tights and rolls back using the momentum to launch Desdemona back onto the mat, meanwhile, Harper gets a short arm clothesline on Agrippina before transitioning into a Gorilla Press and launching her onto her teammate!

Agrippina stands back up clutching her ribs and Chi Chi rushes in with a backhand chop across the chest sending into the cage wall! Harper pins her against the wall briefly before delivering a chop of her own to Agrippina's glowing red chest! Then Chi Chi comes in with another chop! Then Jane Harper with another chop!

Desdemona stands up to step in but gets caught in the chops! 2 Broke Chicks trading chops to each sister in quicker succession for a comically long time! The sisters are dazed holding their chests in pain as 2 Broke Chicks call to the crowd and 2 Red Bulls™ are launched over the cage wall and both chicks catch them, cracking them open, taking a big gulp each before spitting it into a mist into the faces of Themis Palaestra!

The sisters shriek trying to get the liquid crack out of their eyes.

2 Broke Chicks knock down Desdemona first, Jane with a scoop slam before scoop slamming her partner onto Desde! Chi Chi quickly kips up and runs forward with a screech towards Agrippina, Jane sprinting off first hitting the ropes and catching a leaping Chi Chi into a wheelbarrow and Chi Chi catches Agrippina with a nasty elbow!

Jane spins with Chi Chi before releasing her high into the air and she catches the cage wall and begins to climb! Harper places her hands on her knees to catch her breath but Desdemona is back up! She rushes forward and kicks off Harper's back and lands on the ropes! Keeping her balance steady she spins around and gets Chi Chi into a powerbomb but Chi Chi reverses into a frankensteiner! Right into Harper but Desdemona spins her weight around and throws Jane to the mat with a hurricanrana!

Chi Chi gets up but is blindsided by Agrippina with a lariat but Aggripina doesn't relent, picking Chi Chi back up and hitting her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker keeping Chi Chi on her knee as Desdemona rushes the turnbuckles and takes Chi Chi's head off with a pointed elbow drop!

The crowd goes wild as all 4 women take a well-deserved breather.

Atara Palaestra are back up first and meet 2 Broke Chicks, throwing fists and kicks. 2 Broke Chicks try and go for Pay Day on Desdemona after dismantling Agrippina with a double clothesline but the mat shakes heavily as the canvas is ripped open!

Four hands reach up and grab Harper's ankles! She trips, Desdemona landing on her as Chi Chi jumps and two boots meet her mid-air as Agrippina rushes in for a shotgun dropkick! Chi Chi tumbles into the ropes and falls in a heap!

The hands of Atara and Osira from under the ring reach up further wrapping Harper's legs and neck!

Desdemona helps up Agrippina and the two scale the cage!

Chi Chi tries to get up but the nasty spill knocks her dizzy and she can't find her legs, Harper screams obscenities but is locked in place!

And Themis Palaestra blow a kiss to their opponents before dropping down to the outside!

WINNERS - THEMIS PALAESTRA
Match Time: 12:11 [/mad]

As the cage goes back up, there’s a commotion in the crowd…

It’s Tommy Wish!

And John Black!

The THUGS have come to Madness!!!

Tommy and JB hop the railing and jump Des and Agrippina as they make their way toward the back!

A camera shot of the Themis Area of Repose shows Osira, Atara, and James Raven all passed out in their seats, drooling.

Tommy takes a second to show a little baggy of pills to the camera as he and JB have Themis Palaestra on the ground… they must have drugged the wine that the three other family members were sipping while the match was happening!

JB powerbombs Desdemona on the floor, and Tommy hits a HIDEYAFACE DDT on Agrippina!

The THUGS have the Gemini Champions completely KO’d at ringside, and they then yank and twist the championship rings off of their fingers!

Tommy bites on his ring and nods his head, satisfied with the purity of the jewelry, and then the Anarchy Champion and his partner scramble back into the crowd as security floods the aisle!

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The THUGS from XWF Anarchy have just invaded Madness and attacked Gemini Champions Themis Palaestra! They stole the championship rings, Bath, what the heck do you make of this?

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CALL THE FREAKIN’ COPS JACUINDE! Those THUGS have no business here! That was assault and battery! Theft! Larceny! Not to mention those drugs, what was that? Roofies???

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How would I know, Bath? All I know is that they must have wanted to send a message to the top tag team on Madness, and they did just that!

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Have they ever heard of email???

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Who knows? But Bath… are you ready for tonight’s big main event? We’ve been waiting for MONTHS to find out who was going to wear the IDL Championship belt after it was vacated following an injury to the former champion Elijah Martin on XWF Warfare… and tonight we are going to find out! Sierra Silver, Myra Rivers, and the ABOMINABLE Holden Ross in a triple threat!

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Just give the title to Ross now and save the time and effort, Jacuinde, Silver and Rivers can’t stop him… NO one can stop him! He has not been pinned on Madness and he’s been here for more than half the run! The man is a force of nature, and he’s going to make a short night for Sierra and Myra

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We’ll see about that, Bath… both these women have been through an arduous process to get here tonight. Sierra earned a title shot back in early 2022 from a battle royal, and Myra Rivers outlasted the entire Madness roster INCLUDING Holden Ross at XWF Relentless this past fall in the first ever Hollywood Walk of Fame Ladder Match! Don’t tell me they aren’t tough enough to win the top prize of Madness!

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They aren’t. Holden Ross will be champion five minutes from now.

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Better make it ten, we’ve got some words from Myra Rivers up next!

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Myra Rivers is definitely thinking through things backstage as she knows that the biggest match that she has had to date in XWF is coming up. She remembers how she got here, but at the same time, the one thing that sticks in her mind is what took place months ago when she faced Sierra Silver in a one on one match. She remembers how Holden Ross got involved in that. She remembers the rock bottom feeling that she went through when she realized she was just ‘collateral damage’. She maintains her cool nonetheless as she begins to speak…

Myra Rivers: If you were someone that wrote me off here on Madness months ago, I can’t blame you for that as much as I don’t like to admit it. Prior to winning the ladder match that I did, there wasn’t much going on with me. Really, the most significant event that took place with my run in XWF was months ago when Holden Ross interfered and laid both Sierra Silver and I out. Of course, at the time his identity was a mystery. But, when he revealed himself and when he made it obvious that he was going after Sierra… it was a very cold, lonely feeling for me…

Myra narrows her eyes, recalling the anger, frustration and the down in the dumps feeling that she had at the time.

Myra Rivers: I was just the ‘wrong place, wrong time’ bitch, wasn’t I? And you know, this whole thing with Sierra and Holden is a real, big pain in the ass. It’s been a thorn in my side here for as long as I can remember because it’s really made it seem like I’m the third wheel in all of this. I definitely take issue with Holden Ross making a name for himself at my expense when he first got here. I still haven’t forgotten… and I still haven’t forgiven. But I’ll get to him in a little bit. Sierra Silver has been a pain in my ass too… because I had that one on one match against her that neither of us won and then coming into this match, she’s got all the momentum in the world because we faced off in a tag match and it was HER team that won. It makes me sick, honestly. I mean… in my heart of hearts, I know I’m better than her. I know that she’s someone that, while she’s got the talent, is someone that I should be winning against but ladder match aside, nope.

It’s something that really bugs me if we’re being honest… and it’s not for a lack of talent whatsoever.

It’s for a lack of dedication.

Have you seen Sierra’s Twitter feed? When was the last time she mentioned XWF or Madness at all? In fact, when the shows come on, do you see her on camera in anything else other than the match that she’s competing in? Absolutely not. Now, maybe she’s just busy with other promotions or whatever, but she doesn’t have the heart or the passion to be the person that’s leading this brand. It bothers me that I haven’t been able to win a singles match against someone like that because one of the things I can’t stand the most in this business is someone that just stands by and coasts… which is precisely what she is.

Now, back to Holden Ross… who by the way, is basically the reason why this whole situation is happening if you remember and kept up with the saga involving Elijah Copeland.

The son of a bitch…

Myra pauses as she lets out another sigh.

Myra Rivers: For most of my time in XWF, I have never had a doubt that I could succeed here. But after what he did when he made his debut at my expense, I had that doubt. I DID wonder if I was just… someone taking up space. I was wondering if I even belonged here. I hit rock bottom on a psychological level because of him and that’s a feeling I haven’t forgotten about. In a way, it’s driven me. I won that ladder match and in a sense, I HAD to win that because I’m not so sure I would’ve ever recovered from that. Holden, let me tell you straight up. I’M your biggest threat in this match. Forget about Sierra! I should be your focus! I’m not in this match to be the third wheel to whatever issues you two have with each other! Why Sierra got into this match, I don’t know. I got here by the ladder match. You got here via the tournament so at least you have THAT going for you.

And really, I was conflicted as to whether I wanted you to win that tournament or not. Because in my book, you didn’t even DESERVE to be involved in the tournament knowing the deplorable human being that you are, but at the same time, if you won the tournament, which you did, then I had my chance at revenge against you. But I know the lay of the land. I know where the odds fall.

You won the tournament…

Sierra won the tag match against me…

You both have momentum coming into this thing…

I don’t…

You two are the ones with issues with each other… I’m just Switzerland in this whole thing…

So yeah, maybe the odds ARE stacked against me… but as I have proven over and over again over FIFTEEN YEARS… as I have proven in being the triple champion I’ve been for the last couple of months… as I have proven despite claims to the contrary from shallow bitches over and over again… I AM ENOUGH…

And tonight? I will be… when I win this match, become the IDL Champion, secure title number 24… and become an unprecedented quadruple champion!

Between the three of us? The one most worthy of leading this brand isn’t the deplorable human being… it isn’t someone who doesn’t show any give a shit about XWF or this brand… it’s ME!

Myra leaves the scene, definitely feeling the passion flowing through her veins as the scene ends.

VS.

VS.

The Tron lights up with the entrance video for Myra Rivers, carrying with her three other championships from three other companies as she walks out onto the ramp and grins for the crowd.

The fans chant MILF! MILF! MILF! And for once, Myra doesn’t seem to mind the ridiculous moniker… maybe she’s just in a good mood?

Rivers heads down to the ring and rolls into the ring, then shows off her prizes before handing them off to the official and taking a spot in a corner of the ring, using the top rope to stretch herself and get ready for the match.

From the PA…

HECKIN’ EVIL!

(Long live the reckless and the brave
I don't think I wanna be saved
My song has not been sung
So long live us)

As the music kicks in, Sierra bursts through the curtain with all the energy in the world and a huge smile on her face. She runs over to the edge of the stage and pointing her Minecraft diamond sword prop out into the crowd before returning to the top of ramp and striking a "supervillain" pose. She poses for a few seconds before taking a running start down the ramp, high fiving everyone she can on the way down, going around the ring and back up the other side of the ramp before stopping herself at the top, turning, and skipping down and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

(Breaking out of a town called Suburbia
I remember everybody always saying
"Little brat must be crazy
Never make it in our vicious little world"
Still I'm leaving)

Sierra jumps up onto the turnbuckle and points her sword into the air, repeating the process for each corner before jumping down and running laps around the ring before coming to a stop with a hop in her corner, bouncing on her toes and heels as she awaits the beginning of the match.

Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.

Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in A.W. they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white's eyes.

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!

The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the ski mask, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.

[mad]DING!

The match kicks off and Holden Ross wastes no time establishing a dominating lead; a hellish clothesline to Sierra followed by a forearm to an approaching Myra Rivers which is chased with an Irish whip into the corner, Sierra tries to take advantage with a rising uppercut but it's dodged by the champ who plucks Silver into the air and sends her crashing into Rivers with a nasty buckle bomb!

Sierra stumbles out of the corner and dodges late to an incoming clothesline which Myra Rivers takes advantage of by running in and nailing Ross with a tornado DDT! Sierra gets back up quickly and hits Rivers with a sit-out jawbreaker who stumbles back into the corner holding her jawline; Silver goes for a jump kick to Myra who rolls out of the corner and Silver hits the turnbuckles but kicks off and goes for a Whisper in the Wind which is caught by Holden Ross who drives her into the mat with a spinebuster!

As Ross is beginning to stand up; Rivers capitalizes with a rollover cutter sending Ross down to the mat and immediately goes into a series of rushing locks on the mat in an impressive display of mat wrestling before locking in a camel clutch! The ref leans in to check on Ross who struggles in the hold, any attempt of getting back up stopped by Rivers knowledge and technique. Sierra Silver is quickly up and hits the ropes and on the rebound gets Rivers to the mat with a detonation kick! Rivers rolls over herself as Silver continues her momentum steaming towards Ross who manages to hit an arm drag on Silver but she rolls through the bump and hits the ropes once more jumping into the air and bowling Holden Ross over with an impressive twisting hurricanrana!

Silver then spins up to her feet and makes a sprint into a standing shooting star press but Myra Rivers shoulder tackles her out of the air sending her out of the ring as she slides under the bottom rope and falls in a heap on the outside. Holden Ross sneaks a schoolboy on Rivers which earns a two count as Rivers rolls out and swiftly transitions into a cross armbreaker!

Ross is in immense pain but refuses to quit! Lifting Rivers up with him before powering out of the hold and smashing Rivers back down with an insane Dominator!

Ross goes for another pin attempt but Silver leaps from the top rope out of nowhere just missing her patented SILVER SUN RISING on Ross as he rolls away in the nick of time! Silver is crumpled on the canvas; and Ross takes a moment as Rivers gets back to her feet and leaps over Silver hitting Ross with a low chop block before scrambling to his back and focusing back on the arm; Silver gets up clutching her spine but has enough in her to knock a tooth out of Rivers' face with a nasty rolling dropkick to Rivers already suffering jaw! Ross rolls out of the way and cradles his arm in the corner; Silver grabs Rivers feet and drags her further away from the ropes before running forward and springboarding off into a moonsault to a pin which almost gets the 3! Before Ross stops it with a running elbow to the base of Silver's spine! Sierra rolls off grabbing her back and begins to get up but doesn't see the fork in Ross' grasp who jabs it into Sierra's forehead and leaves a nasty gash!

Silver holds her face in shocked pain as Ross sets her up with a short-arm clothesline but before he can hit the H-Bomb, Rivers nails Ross with a VIXEN KICK!

Sierra retreats to the outside to tend to the blood dripping into her eyes. Myra rushes in for a tight pin but Ross powers at 2.5 and throws Myra off him; the pair brawl, Rivers trying to lock onto the arm but Ross has wisened up and keeps a safe distance while using his reach to get swipes at Rivers before landing a Pumphandle Driver onto Rivers! Before he can go for the pin Sierra is back in the ring to stop it with a shotgun dropkick which sends him hung on the second rope and Sierra with a huge pop of the crowd lands the Si-1-9!

Ross is dazed stumbling around the ring in almost drunken haze as Sierra hops onto the top rope and springboard off looking for a hurricanrana but Holden catches her and drops her in the center of the ring with the H-Bomb!!!

Ross transitions into a seated pin which almost gets a 3 count but Myra Rivers stops it landing two knees into Ross who is knocked back and like a car spilling off the road he crashes to the outside!

Myra takes a moment and crawls over to Sierra and pinning her!

The arena goes silent for a split second before Sierra Silver kicks out at 2.9! Myra Rivers looks stunned as Silver bleeds onto the mat trying to move away. The crowd roar as Rivers wipes her brow and goes to pick up Silver but Sierra rushes back with a big comeback of a flurry of strikes! She gets Rivers in the corner and rushes for a knee but Rivers spins out the way and gets to Silver's back, she goes for a superkick but so does Silver and the two knock each other out! The crowd go wild!

Holden Ross picks himself back up with help of the barricade, sneering as he lifts up the apron and grabs a steel chair! He tries to go into the ring but Jason Cashe jumps through the crowd sporting some injuries from earlier tonight and snatches the chair out of Ross' grasp! Big headshot and then immediately drops Ross with the SCRAP ACTION DRIVER onto the chair!!! Cashe gets up taunting Ross and shouting absurdities to the roar of the crowd before disappearing up the ramp.

Meanwhile in the ring. Silver and Rivers are beginning to get up, slowly standing in opposing corners, blood running down Silver's face as Rivers spits out a glob of blood. They rush at one another! Rivers knocking down Silver with a lariat before she quickly kips up avoiding a low kick, a judo throw gets Rivers down but she keeps a hold of the arm and throws Silver down looking for an arm breaker but Silver kicks at Rivers' head and gets her trapped in a head scissors rolling her over, the two get to their feet but Silver takes the advantage knocking Rivers down with a rough slingblade and immediately scaling the turnbuckles looking for SILVER SUN RISING!

BUT MYRA RIVERS GETS TWO KNEES UP!

Silver bounces off clutching her spine, she tries to force herself up but the damage is done as her knees buckle. Rivers gets a knee to her jaw and drops her with THE REBEL BOMB!

She locks in a tight pin!

Holden Ross stumbles up but is seeing double, not able to get a hand on the apron!

He falls forward and tries to push himself in!

But he is just too late as the ref counts the 1-2-3 and declares Myra Rivers the winner!

WINNER AND NEW IDL CHAMPION - MYRA RIVERS

Match Time: 14:26[/mad]

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Myra Rivers has done it, Bath! The veteran has just become a QUADRUPLE champion, and the crown jewel in her collection is now the XWF Madness IDL Championship! WOW!!

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Listen, I’m probably the biggest Myra Rivers fan in Kiribati, but all I can think about right now is the fact that Jason Cashe might need to sleep with one eye open! What was he thinking, getting involved in the biggest match in the history of XWF Madness?

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Maybe because Holden Ross has been sticking his nose in Joss and Jason’s business for months? Come on, Bath, isn’t that obvious? Regardless, the bell has rung and WE HAVE NEW CHAMPION! Wait… hold on…

Just then, down at the entrance ramp…

♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪

Just then Elijah is seen coming through the Curtains and the fans begin to cheer at the tops of their lungs!. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He puts his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nods.

♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪

He starts walking down the ramp as the fans continue to lose their shit for him, chanting COPE! COPE! COPE!. He stops and looks at the crowd, giving off a slight smirk and laughs as their voices keep building in volume. He nods to the the fans before getting down to the ringside area and stops at the ringside mat. He walks towards Myra Rivers, who has just gotten down from celebrating her huge victory, and he stands right in front of her, smiling…

Copeland then extends his hand!

Myra Rivers and Elijah Copeland shake hands outside the ring, and then Copeland lifts Myra’s arm up over her head and points to her, recognizing her as the Madness Champion!

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Holy crap! Elijah Copeland is BACK on Madness! It’s been several months since he was forced to vacate the IDL title due to injuries, and we haven’t seen him since, but he’s LIVE right here right now to lift Myra Rivers’ hand in victory!

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Yeah but let’s not forget, Jacuinde! Copeland never actually lost that title… he was the best of the best on Madness for a long time, you don’t think he’s going to expect a shot at that gold ASAP? You’re crazy!

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I am certain we will see that match down the road, Bath, but for tonight? Tonight we have a new era for Madness! A new year! A new beginning! And a NEW CHAMPION! Congratulations to you, Myra Rivers, and I can not WAIT to see what year two has in store for us!

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Yes indeed, Myra Rivers, Madness’ brand new MOMMY! I am spent, Jacuinde! Get me off this stage and back to my hotel with two or three Kiribati girls!

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Such a class act, Bath… but you’re right about one thing, it is time to get the heck out of here! Thank you everyone for giving us a year of your lives… we will see you again very soon to do it all over again! I’m Jacuinde, and this…

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Is the best thing to ever happen to Jacuinde! Bath! Saltzmann! Goodnight everybody!

Madness goes off the air as Copeland’s music plays on and he and Myra Rivers continue standing at ringside, celebrating together.

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