<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Relentless Day 2 RP Boards 2024]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Fri, 08 May 2026 02:38:48 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[The Coming Of The Lord -part 2-]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47997 Fri, 20 Sep 2024 23:57:36 -0700 Dolly Waters]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47997
...Truth?

What’s self-evident in a world turned upside down?

We watched Misty Waters, XWF XTreme Champion, struck down in a brutal assassination in Appalachia. We saw her body fall, lifeless. And then, we saw her- seemingly risen from the dead.

Now, the once reverent cathedral where Misty was being mourned, has become a stage for something far more unsettling. Misty stands before her followers, bathed in a divine glow, her arms outstretched like a messiah returned from the tomb. Her face is serene and calm, and could fool anyone into believing this is a miracle.

The crowd is still awestruck, kneeling at her feet, some sobbing, others chanting her name in worship.
But there’s a tension in the air, a subtle shift beneath the holy spectacle, like a gentle crop dusting of sulfur into a field of roses.

Misty’s eyes, glowing with something beyond this world, sweep across the room. Her voice, once filled with thunderous authority, is now softer, calmer… but there’s something unsettling beneath the surface. Each word she speaks carries weight, but not the kind that inspires salvation. It’s a promise of something darker, dressed in the language of providence.

My children… you have witnessed the power of The Lord. You know I cannot be defeated. What was taken from us shall be returned a hundredfold

The crowd is awestruck, hanging on her every word. But her tone is different now- no longer the furious battle cry of the speech she gave just before her death. Instead, it’s a coaxing, hypnotizing cadence, like a mother speaking to her child, lulling them into a sense of safety before something inevitable. The lights are still flickering so slightly, casting faint shadows across her face. It’s subtle, but for those paying attention, the illusion begins to waver.

Thine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of The Lord. Repeating what she said. Her smile widens, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. You’ve seen not even death can defeat me. You’ve seen the path laid before us, the kingdom that we shall build together.

The crowd roars, the chant of her name growing louder. Misty raises her hands, not to quiet them, but to guide their fervor, as though she’s conducting an orchestra of zealots.

But her words are taking a different turn now- though draped in messianic language, it’s laced with subtle hints of the darker ambitions that fueled her XTreme Campaign long before this miraculous resurrection.

We shall cast out the corrupt, the weak, the pretenders, the thieves. We shall rebuild this broken world in our image, and those who stand in our way… well, we know what becomes of them, don’t we?

Her voice is quiet and chilling.

The crowd continues to cheer, oblivious to the sinister undercurrent in her words. But would it matter even if they knew? Just days ago, this figure before them, led these people in a choir of violent, conspiratorial rhetoric, promising a brutal justice be served to the XWF.

Misty paces slowly before them, her hands brushing the air as if she is painting their future. A future built on domination, not redemption.

You have seen what I am capable of. Death holds no power over me.
And soon, neither will the XWF, nor those who seek to steal what is rightfully ours!

Another deafening crack splinters the moment-a sound eerily familiar.

Rightful?

It’s like the gunshot from the rally. But this time, Misty doesn’t collapse in a bloody heap. Instead, her vision goes white, her ears ringing with an oppressive wall of noise, a piercing scream trapped in a vast, empty void.

Her perception shifts into bird’s-eye, distant. She sees herself, fully embodied, yet from outside her own skin. And there, forming in the whiteness, a figure steps forward- an eerie mirror of her own form. The same stature, the same stride. But the eyes, bright green, glow with life. Almost too vibrant, too real.

What have you done to me?

The voice is hers, yet not. It’s Dolly. The real Dolly, trapped here in this mind-bending realm of subconscious prison.

Misty freezes, her body rigid with terror as Dolly steps out from the mist, coming into full form.
Suddenly, reality snaps back, pulling Misty into the present moment- standing before the pulpit, her body trembling with a barely noticeable seizure-like twitch. Her eyes roll back, blood trickling from the corners, streaking down her face.

Paulie, who had been watching from the shadows the entire time, darts to Misty’s side, frantic. He grabs her arm, yanking her away from the pulpit, all while trying to calm the sobbing, confused crowd.

The Lord has spoken… The Lord has spoken! he cries out, desperate to maintain control of the frenzied followers, before hurriedly escorting Misty away, blood still trickling from her eyes as her form stumbles into the shadows once more.

Later… at The SEERS compound, Louisville


So, um- Paulie paces nervously at Misty’s side, his eyes darting between her and the ominous machine before them. The SEERS, a twisted coven of human engineering, hums quietly, its cold steel frame radiating an eerie glow in the dim room. Misty, undeservedly calm, pours herself a glass of bourbon with practiced ease, her attention focused entirely on the machine.

You want to, uh… talk about what happened at the cathedral? Paulie asks, unease creeping into his voice as he watches Misty run her fingers slowly across the machine’s tubular shell, her gaze distant, almost admiring.

Without looking at him, Misty pulls the bourbon glass from her lips, her tone casual, almost dismissive.

At the cathedral? You mean everything going exactly as we planned?

She finally turns to face him, stalking forward with a smirk of self-satisfaction. The air around her seems to thicken, her presence oozing with an unsettling confidence. The marksman you found for the rally- perfect shot. The clone who gave the speech? Uncanny performance. Her voice is smooth, dripping with eerie satisfaction.

She got some of the numbers wrong, though… Paulie interjects, a nervous laugh escaping, as he tries to redirect the conversation,

Misty shrugs, unconcerned, waving off the detail like it was nothing.. Meh. She did and she didn’t. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that the world watched her die. She steps closer to Paulie, her voice lowering as she continues, They watched you point the finger at Adeyemi and the XWF, and then they watched me- she pauses, her smile curling into something dark, -resurrect in her place.

Her words hang in the air, heavy, each syllable brimming with malice. Her eyes gleam with the dangerous satisfaction of someone who knows they've just pulled off the perfect con.

What’s true is self-evident, for everyone to see. No need for anyone to pick apart the finer details- there’s no minuscule thread to unravel. It’s been there all along, staring the world right in the face. Misty Waters and Paulie had staged the assassination, using a clone of Misty created by the SEERS machine, and then, like a pair of megachurch hucksters, they led a legion of gullible zealots to believe they had just witnessed a divine miracle.

It was brilliant in its simplicity- audacious, manipulative, and utterly effective.

The contingency plan, she murmurs with a wicked wink, her voice soaked in sinister glee as she revels in the grand deception.

But the moment is shattered by Paulie’s unimpressed glare. We both know that’s not what I’m talking about. His voice cuts through her self-satisfaction like a blade.

Misty’s eyes roll in annoyance as she turns back to her bourbon, the brief flicker of tension settling in her shoulders.

The first time I saw it happen to you, I figured you were just doing too much blow with Madison, Paulie admits, his voice a mix of concern and irritation, referencing the last time Misty froze in the middle of a public moment—seizing and bleeding from her eyes at an In-N-Out Burger.

It’s nothing, Misty snaps, shutting him down as she moves back to pour herself another glass, dismissing the creeping unease with a wave of her hand.

But Paulie’s voice grows firmer, more direct. It’s her, isn’t it?

Misty stiffens, the glass hovering just above the bottle of bourbon on the lab desk. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the soft hum of The SEERS, its mechanical heart beating in the shadows. She closes her eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line.

...Dolly.

Paulie’s words looming, as if daring Misty to confirm what they both already suspect. Slowly, Misty turns, her head tilting with a bitter scowl, her eyes alight with a cold, but unmistakable, confidence.

She’s coming back, isn’t she? Paulie’s demeanor shifts- focused, calculating, the tone of a man who knows the business side of darkness far too well.

She’s got nothing on me—just look at what we’ve done.

Misty is swift, defiant. She forces back another triple shot of bourbon with an unsettling grace, grabbing hold of the XTreme Championship like it were her scepter. She strides toward a row of three identical AI clones, each standing in eerie stillness, waiting like soulless vessels to be activated.

Three more are already laying in wait in South Korea.

Her voice is laced with pride, a chilling boast.

And if the XWF tries to stop me from arriving for night two at Relentless, which they will-

Gee, I wonder why they might do that, Paulie interrupts with a sarcastic chuckle, his eyes shifting toward the distant television mounted on the compound wall. It broadcasts live news coverage of the chaos outside the NRG Arena in Houston, where legions of Misty’s enraged followers, encircle the building like a storm waiting to break.

Misty’s expression only darkens, her scowling confidence deepening as she ignores Paulie's rhetorical jab.

-my clones will be there to ambush Sahara Duke. She grins a malevolent smile. And while they handle her, I’ll have all the time I need to make Isaiah Adeyemi’s destruction a spectacle they won’t forget.

She steps closer to Paulie, her confidence unwavering. This time, she doesn’t dodge his earlier concern about Dolly’s looming return- instead, she weaves her next words into the assuredness of their ruthless plan.

When those people in Houston find out who we tricked into pulling the trigger… she says, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. Paulie’s eyes meet hers, and they share a knowing, smarmy nod.

...the XWF will be ours for the taking. Can you imagine Dolly finding out who really shot her? The two exchange a twisted snicker, the kind that comes only from the depths of cruelty.

Let her try and come back now… LET HER DARE!

But suddenly, that reality-splitting sensation strikes again. A deafening crack, like the snap of the world being torn apart. Misty’s body seizes violently, her eyes rolling back as blood leaks from their creases. This time, a horrific, uncontrolled scream erupts from her. It sounds unnatural, shaking the room with its intensity.

Paulie watches, frozen in shock, his smarmy confidence turning to sheer horror. When Misty’s head finally lifts, the seizure subsides, but something is different. Her once blue eyes now dim, as if the light inside them has been snuffed out- only to be replaced by an unmistakable, radiant green. The green of someone else. The true owner of this body.

...Dolly. Paulie’s voice barely audible, dread clinging to every syllable.

Dolly gasps for air, hyperventilating in a panic as she takes in her surroundings. Her head snaps toward the humming sound of The SEERS machine, her eyes darting around the cold, sterile walls of the compound. Confusion and terror flash across her face, her mind racing to catch up with the nightmare unfolding around her.

Her gaze lands on the lab desk, where a framed photo catches her eye. Dolly reaches for it with trembling hands, her breath hitching as she stares at the image. An image both distant and haunting. It’s a snapshot from years ago: Dolly, standing alongside the original Think Tank Engineers, including Patel Gagendepp, the man whose tragic death had set everything in motion. His loss was the catalyst, the dark turning point that led her to the ritual, the one that had given Misty dominion over her body.

Before she can fully process the weight of it, her eyes catch something far more jarring- her own reflection. Or rather, the image of herself that isn't truly hers, staring back at her from the plexiglass wall of The SEERS machine. Panic surges through her, quickly overtaken by a violent wave of anger.
She screams and hurls the photo at the reflection.

The frame shatters on impact, glass splintering and cascading to the floor. The room falls into an eerie silence, the only sound Dolly’s ragged, uneven breathing. She stares down at the fractured shards of glass, at the broken image of her past. Her reflection, now fragmented, echoes her own broken existence.

This is no longer just a battle for control. Truth is: it’s a war.

She forces herself to breathe, each gasp trembling with rage and terror. Her eyes move upward, through the blue liquid that fills the plexiglass wall of The SEERS machine, and she freezes. Something on the opposite side of the room catches her eye- something too horrific to comprehend. She slowly circles the SEERS machine, her breath catching in her throat as she steps around the towering structure, her vision unobstructed now.

What has she done? she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath, laced with horror and disbelief.

Dolly’s legs give way beneath her, and she collapses to the floor. Before her, three AI clones- exact replicas of her, or rather, of Misty. These are not just faceless machines-they are extensions of Misty’s control, symbols of the prison Dolly’s very soul has been trapped in.

Her eyes begin to close, heavy with the crushing realization of what Misty has done. But as her lids flutter open, the soft glow of radiant green fades away, replaced by the chilling coldness of Misty’s icy blue stare.

The scowl that twists across Misty’s face is unmistakable- calm, cold, and utterly in control. Dolly’s brief moment of freedom, of self-awareness, is gone. Misty is back.

I told you, she murmurs through gritted teeth, the cold satisfaction unmistakable in her voice. Whispering as if she knows Dolly can hear her, You’ll never win.

September 20th…


We’re brought to the outskirts of Houston, Texas, where the chaotic pulse of violence is beginning to beat louder. A full-scale riot is taking shape just outside NRG Stadium, the air thick with tension, the roar of enraged crowds echoing like thunder. Fires crackle in the distance, smoke curling into the darkening sky as the streets turn into a battlefield.

At a safe distance, Misty Waters looms over the scene with a blank expression, her face emotionless yet powerful. Her ski goggles cover her eyes, amplifying her cold, detached presence. Dried blood stains her pale skin, smeared across her face like war paint- a stark reminder of the brutality she has orchestrated.

Misty sits high on a throne, carried by a legion of devoted followers. They march through the streets, undeterred by the escalating violence around them. As they approach the edge of the fray, Misty rises to her feet, her arms slowly lifting toward the heavens, as if commanding the storm to rage on.

September 21st… The Lord is coming she whispers to herself, a sinister grin curling across her lips. She can’t help but chuckle- a dark, satisfied sound- knowing what’s to come.

It’s the night that will bring her one step closer to completing her twisted scheme, the night that’s ironically the namesake for the song that helped spring her XTreme Campaign.



With a casual snap of her fingers, the unexpected, upbeat tune of Earth, Wind & Fire’s September fills the air. The juxtaposition is jarring - clashing with the raw violence unfolding around her. It’s as if Misty revels in the chaos, her twisted sense of humor playing out through every beat of the song.

She stands tall on the throne, her eyes scanning the frenzied crowd, who are already teetering on the edge of anarchy. And then, with a voice that cuts through the madness, she screams out to her followers:

THE LORD WANTS BLOOD! ]]>
...Truth?

What’s self-evident in a world turned upside down?

We watched Misty Waters, XWF XTreme Champion, struck down in a brutal assassination in Appalachia. We saw her body fall, lifeless. And then, we saw her- seemingly risen from the dead.

Now, the once reverent cathedral where Misty was being mourned, has become a stage for something far more unsettling. Misty stands before her followers, bathed in a divine glow, her arms outstretched like a messiah returned from the tomb. Her face is serene and calm, and could fool anyone into believing this is a miracle.

The crowd is still awestruck, kneeling at her feet, some sobbing, others chanting her name in worship.
But there’s a tension in the air, a subtle shift beneath the holy spectacle, like a gentle crop dusting of sulfur into a field of roses.

Misty’s eyes, glowing with something beyond this world, sweep across the room. Her voice, once filled with thunderous authority, is now softer, calmer… but there’s something unsettling beneath the surface. Each word she speaks carries weight, but not the kind that inspires salvation. It’s a promise of something darker, dressed in the language of providence.

My children… you have witnessed the power of The Lord. You know I cannot be defeated. What was taken from us shall be returned a hundredfold

The crowd is awestruck, hanging on her every word. But her tone is different now- no longer the furious battle cry of the speech she gave just before her death. Instead, it’s a coaxing, hypnotizing cadence, like a mother speaking to her child, lulling them into a sense of safety before something inevitable. The lights are still flickering so slightly, casting faint shadows across her face. It’s subtle, but for those paying attention, the illusion begins to waver.

Thine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of The Lord. Repeating what she said. Her smile widens, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. You’ve seen not even death can defeat me. You’ve seen the path laid before us, the kingdom that we shall build together.

The crowd roars, the chant of her name growing louder. Misty raises her hands, not to quiet them, but to guide their fervor, as though she’s conducting an orchestra of zealots.

But her words are taking a different turn now- though draped in messianic language, it’s laced with subtle hints of the darker ambitions that fueled her XTreme Campaign long before this miraculous resurrection.

We shall cast out the corrupt, the weak, the pretenders, the thieves. We shall rebuild this broken world in our image, and those who stand in our way… well, we know what becomes of them, don’t we?

Her voice is quiet and chilling.

The crowd continues to cheer, oblivious to the sinister undercurrent in her words. But would it matter even if they knew? Just days ago, this figure before them, led these people in a choir of violent, conspiratorial rhetoric, promising a brutal justice be served to the XWF.

Misty paces slowly before them, her hands brushing the air as if she is painting their future. A future built on domination, not redemption.

You have seen what I am capable of. Death holds no power over me.
And soon, neither will the XWF, nor those who seek to steal what is rightfully ours!

Another deafening crack splinters the moment-a sound eerily familiar.

Rightful?

It’s like the gunshot from the rally. But this time, Misty doesn’t collapse in a bloody heap. Instead, her vision goes white, her ears ringing with an oppressive wall of noise, a piercing scream trapped in a vast, empty void.

Her perception shifts into bird’s-eye, distant. She sees herself, fully embodied, yet from outside her own skin. And there, forming in the whiteness, a figure steps forward- an eerie mirror of her own form. The same stature, the same stride. But the eyes, bright green, glow with life. Almost too vibrant, too real.

What have you done to me?

The voice is hers, yet not. It’s Dolly. The real Dolly, trapped here in this mind-bending realm of subconscious prison.

Misty freezes, her body rigid with terror as Dolly steps out from the mist, coming into full form.
Suddenly, reality snaps back, pulling Misty into the present moment- standing before the pulpit, her body trembling with a barely noticeable seizure-like twitch. Her eyes roll back, blood trickling from the corners, streaking down her face.

Paulie, who had been watching from the shadows the entire time, darts to Misty’s side, frantic. He grabs her arm, yanking her away from the pulpit, all while trying to calm the sobbing, confused crowd.

The Lord has spoken… The Lord has spoken! he cries out, desperate to maintain control of the frenzied followers, before hurriedly escorting Misty away, blood still trickling from her eyes as her form stumbles into the shadows once more.

Later… at The SEERS compound, Louisville


So, um- Paulie paces nervously at Misty’s side, his eyes darting between her and the ominous machine before them. The SEERS, a twisted coven of human engineering, hums quietly, its cold steel frame radiating an eerie glow in the dim room. Misty, undeservedly calm, pours herself a glass of bourbon with practiced ease, her attention focused entirely on the machine.

You want to, uh… talk about what happened at the cathedral? Paulie asks, unease creeping into his voice as he watches Misty run her fingers slowly across the machine’s tubular shell, her gaze distant, almost admiring.

Without looking at him, Misty pulls the bourbon glass from her lips, her tone casual, almost dismissive.

At the cathedral? You mean everything going exactly as we planned?

She finally turns to face him, stalking forward with a smirk of self-satisfaction. The air around her seems to thicken, her presence oozing with an unsettling confidence. The marksman you found for the rally- perfect shot. The clone who gave the speech? Uncanny performance. Her voice is smooth, dripping with eerie satisfaction.

She got some of the numbers wrong, though… Paulie interjects, a nervous laugh escaping, as he tries to redirect the conversation,

Misty shrugs, unconcerned, waving off the detail like it was nothing.. Meh. She did and she didn’t. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that the world watched her die. She steps closer to Paulie, her voice lowering as she continues, They watched you point the finger at Adeyemi and the XWF, and then they watched me- she pauses, her smile curling into something dark, -resurrect in her place.

Her words hang in the air, heavy, each syllable brimming with malice. Her eyes gleam with the dangerous satisfaction of someone who knows they've just pulled off the perfect con.

What’s true is self-evident, for everyone to see. No need for anyone to pick apart the finer details- there’s no minuscule thread to unravel. It’s been there all along, staring the world right in the face. Misty Waters and Paulie had staged the assassination, using a clone of Misty created by the SEERS machine, and then, like a pair of megachurch hucksters, they led a legion of gullible zealots to believe they had just witnessed a divine miracle.

It was brilliant in its simplicity- audacious, manipulative, and utterly effective.

The contingency plan, she murmurs with a wicked wink, her voice soaked in sinister glee as she revels in the grand deception.

But the moment is shattered by Paulie’s unimpressed glare. We both know that’s not what I’m talking about. His voice cuts through her self-satisfaction like a blade.

Misty’s eyes roll in annoyance as she turns back to her bourbon, the brief flicker of tension settling in her shoulders.

The first time I saw it happen to you, I figured you were just doing too much blow with Madison, Paulie admits, his voice a mix of concern and irritation, referencing the last time Misty froze in the middle of a public moment—seizing and bleeding from her eyes at an In-N-Out Burger.

It’s nothing, Misty snaps, shutting him down as she moves back to pour herself another glass, dismissing the creeping unease with a wave of her hand.

But Paulie’s voice grows firmer, more direct. It’s her, isn’t it?

Misty stiffens, the glass hovering just above the bottle of bourbon on the lab desk. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the soft hum of The SEERS, its mechanical heart beating in the shadows. She closes her eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line.

...Dolly.

Paulie’s words looming, as if daring Misty to confirm what they both already suspect. Slowly, Misty turns, her head tilting with a bitter scowl, her eyes alight with a cold, but unmistakable, confidence.

She’s coming back, isn’t she? Paulie’s demeanor shifts- focused, calculating, the tone of a man who knows the business side of darkness far too well.

She’s got nothing on me—just look at what we’ve done.

Misty is swift, defiant. She forces back another triple shot of bourbon with an unsettling grace, grabbing hold of the XTreme Championship like it were her scepter. She strides toward a row of three identical AI clones, each standing in eerie stillness, waiting like soulless vessels to be activated.

Three more are already laying in wait in South Korea.

Her voice is laced with pride, a chilling boast.

And if the XWF tries to stop me from arriving for night two at Relentless, which they will-

Gee, I wonder why they might do that, Paulie interrupts with a sarcastic chuckle, his eyes shifting toward the distant television mounted on the compound wall. It broadcasts live news coverage of the chaos outside the NRG Arena in Houston, where legions of Misty’s enraged followers, encircle the building like a storm waiting to break.

Misty’s expression only darkens, her scowling confidence deepening as she ignores Paulie's rhetorical jab.

-my clones will be there to ambush Sahara Duke. She grins a malevolent smile. And while they handle her, I’ll have all the time I need to make Isaiah Adeyemi’s destruction a spectacle they won’t forget.

She steps closer to Paulie, her confidence unwavering. This time, she doesn’t dodge his earlier concern about Dolly’s looming return- instead, she weaves her next words into the assuredness of their ruthless plan.

When those people in Houston find out who we tricked into pulling the trigger… she says, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. Paulie’s eyes meet hers, and they share a knowing, smarmy nod.

...the XWF will be ours for the taking. Can you imagine Dolly finding out who really shot her? The two exchange a twisted snicker, the kind that comes only from the depths of cruelty.

Let her try and come back now… LET HER DARE!

But suddenly, that reality-splitting sensation strikes again. A deafening crack, like the snap of the world being torn apart. Misty’s body seizes violently, her eyes rolling back as blood leaks from their creases. This time, a horrific, uncontrolled scream erupts from her. It sounds unnatural, shaking the room with its intensity.

Paulie watches, frozen in shock, his smarmy confidence turning to sheer horror. When Misty’s head finally lifts, the seizure subsides, but something is different. Her once blue eyes now dim, as if the light inside them has been snuffed out- only to be replaced by an unmistakable, radiant green. The green of someone else. The true owner of this body.

...Dolly. Paulie’s voice barely audible, dread clinging to every syllable.

Dolly gasps for air, hyperventilating in a panic as she takes in her surroundings. Her head snaps toward the humming sound of The SEERS machine, her eyes darting around the cold, sterile walls of the compound. Confusion and terror flash across her face, her mind racing to catch up with the nightmare unfolding around her.

Her gaze lands on the lab desk, where a framed photo catches her eye. Dolly reaches for it with trembling hands, her breath hitching as she stares at the image. An image both distant and haunting. It’s a snapshot from years ago: Dolly, standing alongside the original Think Tank Engineers, including Patel Gagendepp, the man whose tragic death had set everything in motion. His loss was the catalyst, the dark turning point that led her to the ritual, the one that had given Misty dominion over her body.

Before she can fully process the weight of it, her eyes catch something far more jarring- her own reflection. Or rather, the image of herself that isn't truly hers, staring back at her from the plexiglass wall of The SEERS machine. Panic surges through her, quickly overtaken by a violent wave of anger.
She screams and hurls the photo at the reflection.

The frame shatters on impact, glass splintering and cascading to the floor. The room falls into an eerie silence, the only sound Dolly’s ragged, uneven breathing. She stares down at the fractured shards of glass, at the broken image of her past. Her reflection, now fragmented, echoes her own broken existence.

This is no longer just a battle for control. Truth is: it’s a war.

She forces herself to breathe, each gasp trembling with rage and terror. Her eyes move upward, through the blue liquid that fills the plexiglass wall of The SEERS machine, and she freezes. Something on the opposite side of the room catches her eye- something too horrific to comprehend. She slowly circles the SEERS machine, her breath catching in her throat as she steps around the towering structure, her vision unobstructed now.

What has she done? she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath, laced with horror and disbelief.

Dolly’s legs give way beneath her, and she collapses to the floor. Before her, three AI clones- exact replicas of her, or rather, of Misty. These are not just faceless machines-they are extensions of Misty’s control, symbols of the prison Dolly’s very soul has been trapped in.

Her eyes begin to close, heavy with the crushing realization of what Misty has done. But as her lids flutter open, the soft glow of radiant green fades away, replaced by the chilling coldness of Misty’s icy blue stare.

The scowl that twists across Misty’s face is unmistakable- calm, cold, and utterly in control. Dolly’s brief moment of freedom, of self-awareness, is gone. Misty is back.

I told you, she murmurs through gritted teeth, the cold satisfaction unmistakable in her voice. Whispering as if she knows Dolly can hear her, You’ll never win.

September 20th…


We’re brought to the outskirts of Houston, Texas, where the chaotic pulse of violence is beginning to beat louder. A full-scale riot is taking shape just outside NRG Stadium, the air thick with tension, the roar of enraged crowds echoing like thunder. Fires crackle in the distance, smoke curling into the darkening sky as the streets turn into a battlefield.

At a safe distance, Misty Waters looms over the scene with a blank expression, her face emotionless yet powerful. Her ski goggles cover her eyes, amplifying her cold, detached presence. Dried blood stains her pale skin, smeared across her face like war paint- a stark reminder of the brutality she has orchestrated.

Misty sits high on a throne, carried by a legion of devoted followers. They march through the streets, undeterred by the escalating violence around them. As they approach the edge of the fray, Misty rises to her feet, her arms slowly lifting toward the heavens, as if commanding the storm to rage on.

September 21st… The Lord is coming she whispers to herself, a sinister grin curling across her lips. She can’t help but chuckle- a dark, satisfied sound- knowing what’s to come.

It’s the night that will bring her one step closer to completing her twisted scheme, the night that’s ironically the namesake for the song that helped spring her XTreme Campaign.



With a casual snap of her fingers, the unexpected, upbeat tune of Earth, Wind & Fire’s September fills the air. The juxtaposition is jarring - clashing with the raw violence unfolding around her. It’s as if Misty revels in the chaos, her twisted sense of humor playing out through every beat of the song.

She stands tall on the throne, her eyes scanning the frenzied crowd, who are already teetering on the edge of anarchy. And then, with a voice that cuts through the madness, she screams out to her followers:

THE LORD WANTS BLOOD! ]]> <![CDATA[Micheal Graves in "CULTURE WAR"]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47999 Fri, 20 Sep 2024 23:09:48 -0700 Mark Flynn]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47999 "Madison Dyson's God of Greed stews angrily!"

"She lost the fight on Anarchy against Gravy's students...

But can she win... THE CULTURE WAR?"

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]]> "Madison Dyson's God of Greed stews angrily!"

"She lost the fight on Anarchy against Gravy's students...

But can she win... THE CULTURE WAR?"

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]]> <![CDATA[My Point of View]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47996 Fri, 20 Sep 2024 19:58:47 -0700 Mastermind]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47996 The camera fades in to just Mastermind sitting on a stool, not in the dark, but just sitting there looking at the camera. He bows his head and looks at the ground.

"My career has always been changing. Changing for the good, bad, and the ugly. But I know I can dream. Dream big, dream loud, dream proud, just dream. Dream of the times when I can be on top of the XWF, dream of times where I just keep winning. I hate losing. I hate being part of matches where I have to stand there and watch another loss go by.

"So I have to change the style of my career to fit in with my every day life. But sometimes, just sometimes you can’t predict on how it all seems, and on how it all comes out."


Mastermind looks up and looks at the camera. He stands up and turns his back as if looking at the wall, then he turns back around his his hands on the chair.

"I’m always feeling like this. It gets me down some days, it gets me up some other days, and for the most part, it just keeps me going.

"I have to see what is in front of me. I have to know what that is. But sometimes, just sometimes life and matches aren’t fair to me. So I have to change the fairness of my matches to suit me. I just want it all. I want the wins so badly. I want the titles so badly. But then it hits me like a bolt out of the blue, I’m just not good enough.

"What does that do to someone’s psyche knowing that one isn’t good enough. Well it pushes me to become something deeper, darker, and more personal. It pushes me to follow what I need to follow, it pushes me to go places where I shouldn’t have to go. The deepest darkest of me. Do you really think I should be struggling this badly?"

Mastermind turns back around and looks at the wall, and contemplates what he has to say next. He turns back around, and sits back down on the chair, and looks down at the floor, and he doesn't look up.

"Do you really think I should be beating someone else as badly as I being beat myself? They deserve it. I deserve better. It’s just it’s all to impossible to ignore.

"Big Preesh, the big man, the man who I shouldn’t even be up against, but yet I am. I don’t want to meet you, be in the same ring as you, be even close to you, because dude you stink the place up even worse than me.

"It has to be true, that the time will come when I beat you in the middle of that ring, 1.. 2… 3. It just has to be the truth. Will there come a time that after you I look more than at myself and ask for help again. You bet your ass that time will come, but not during our match."

Mastermind stands back up and this time throws the chair off camera, and he looks directly into the view finder of the camera, and speaks.

"I will tell you this of all things Big Preesh, your not going to hurt me, you are not going to beat me down, you are not going to leave me in a pile of pooh, because that is, that will be what I do to you. You won’t be able to find a way back in this match, because this match is mine. It has always been mine. It is what it is and it is time to show how easy it will be to throw you to the wayside and back.

"Listen to what I have to say Big Preese. I AM THE DEMONS OF YOUR DREAMS and I will be very brutal in the way I act towards you, because my TIME is NOW".

Mastermind continues to look into the camera as if he is angry. Then he looks away.
Then he storms off and the camera fades out.

]]> The camera fades in to just Mastermind sitting on a stool, not in the dark, but just sitting there looking at the camera. He bows his head and looks at the ground.

"My career has always been changing. Changing for the good, bad, and the ugly. But I know I can dream. Dream big, dream loud, dream proud, just dream. Dream of the times when I can be on top of the XWF, dream of times where I just keep winning. I hate losing. I hate being part of matches where I have to stand there and watch another loss go by.

"So I have to change the style of my career to fit in with my every day life. But sometimes, just sometimes you can’t predict on how it all seems, and on how it all comes out."


Mastermind looks up and looks at the camera. He stands up and turns his back as if looking at the wall, then he turns back around his his hands on the chair.

"I’m always feeling like this. It gets me down some days, it gets me up some other days, and for the most part, it just keeps me going.

"I have to see what is in front of me. I have to know what that is. But sometimes, just sometimes life and matches aren’t fair to me. So I have to change the fairness of my matches to suit me. I just want it all. I want the wins so badly. I want the titles so badly. But then it hits me like a bolt out of the blue, I’m just not good enough.

"What does that do to someone’s psyche knowing that one isn’t good enough. Well it pushes me to become something deeper, darker, and more personal. It pushes me to follow what I need to follow, it pushes me to go places where I shouldn’t have to go. The deepest darkest of me. Do you really think I should be struggling this badly?"

Mastermind turns back around and looks at the wall, and contemplates what he has to say next. He turns back around, and sits back down on the chair, and looks down at the floor, and he doesn't look up.

"Do you really think I should be beating someone else as badly as I being beat myself? They deserve it. I deserve better. It’s just it’s all to impossible to ignore.

"Big Preesh, the big man, the man who I shouldn’t even be up against, but yet I am. I don’t want to meet you, be in the same ring as you, be even close to you, because dude you stink the place up even worse than me.

"It has to be true, that the time will come when I beat you in the middle of that ring, 1.. 2… 3. It just has to be the truth. Will there come a time that after you I look more than at myself and ask for help again. You bet your ass that time will come, but not during our match."

Mastermind stands back up and this time throws the chair off camera, and he looks directly into the view finder of the camera, and speaks.

"I will tell you this of all things Big Preesh, your not going to hurt me, you are not going to beat me down, you are not going to leave me in a pile of pooh, because that is, that will be what I do to you. You won’t be able to find a way back in this match, because this match is mine. It has always been mine. It is what it is and it is time to show how easy it will be to throw you to the wayside and back.

"Listen to what I have to say Big Preese. I AM THE DEMONS OF YOUR DREAMS and I will be very brutal in the way I act towards you, because my TIME is NOW".

Mastermind continues to look into the camera as if he is angry. Then he looks away.
Then he storms off and the camera fades out.

]]> <![CDATA[A6S 003 - Miss Taken Identity]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47995 Fri, 20 Sep 2024 18:45:43 -0700 aurora]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47995 A6S 003 - Miss Taken Identity]]> A6S 003 - Miss Taken Identity]]> <![CDATA[John Lenin.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47991 Fri, 20 Sep 2024 18:44:48 -0700 bacchus]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47991 [Image: romanovs-execution.jpg]
The wall is rotten. One good shove and it will collapse.
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The wall is rotten. One good shove and it will collapse.
]]> <![CDATA[Kieran King in: THE HEADLINES - Kings, Drunks and Violent Criminals]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47987 Fri, 20 Sep 2024 05:46:23 -0700 Kieran King]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47987 There were skeletons in his closet and now? His penance was due.
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]]> <![CDATA[Pay The Rent]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47978 Wed, 18 Sep 2024 18:20:53 -0700 Razor]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47978 The crowd are seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly go out in the
arena, causing a little buzz from the crowd.
'' Wrestling has more than one... royal family.''
As soon as those words are heard, the crowd inside the Seoul Olympic Stadium erupted as you heard the commentator's reaction as well.
Pip Collins: What?
Savage: no Freaking way!
Heather Halliwell: Is he here? Is this a joke?
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap1.png]
Smoke emanated from the stage, completely covering as you weren't able to see anything through
it and before you knew it, Razor Blade is seen walking through the smoke, a big smile on his face
as the crowd erupted even louder at the sight of the American nightmare and South Korea's own.
'' Adrenaline, in my soul
Every thought out of control
Do it all to get them off their feet''
Razor glanced out at the crowd, nodding his head pointing out towards them dressed to the nines in one of his many custom suits as he knelt down, tapping the ramp with his fist, jumping up to his
feet as he extended his arms out.
''Crowd is here, about to blow
waitin' for me to start the show
out the curtain, lights go up I'm home
Whoooooooooooooa!''
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap2.png]
A burst of pyro went off behind Razor as he brought his arms in before pumping his fist as one final
big burst of pyro went off behind him Razor glanced out at the crowd again, that smile remaining on his face as he walked down the ramp, high fiving members of the crowd in the front row before
going over and doing the same thing on the other side of the ramp. Razor walked down the rest of
the ramp, stopping at the end of it as he looked around before walking towards the steel steps. He
glanced down at them, before tapping them with his hand as he raised his arms trying to pump up
the crowd before walking up the steel steps as he scaled the turnbuckle, looking around before
extending his arms as even more pyro went off on the stage. Razor hopped down into the ring
walking over to the opposite corner as he motioned for a microphone. One was handed to him as
he took it and started walking around the ring holding it out towards the crowd. Razor nodded his head before walking to the middle of the ring, just soaking all of this in for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Blade would open his eyes, slowly raising the microphone up to his lips.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap3.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Southhhhh... Koreaaaaaa....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
American nigtmare| Razor Blade: I have just one question for you, this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap4.png]
Ameriacn nightmare| Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erputed into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Did you want to talk about how incredible Anarchy was at XWF last Thursday?
You heard some cheers from the crowd as Razor nodded.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap7.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday... night Rentless !!!
The crowd cheered even louder making it pretty clear what they wanted to talk about.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Alright then, let's talk about that shall we?
Razor cleared his throat a little, licking his lips before he raised the microphone back up to his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: it's been awhile since I've been here on Rentless, in fact the last time that i was here on Anarchy...
I'll admit, I had a little pep in my step. I was walking around here fueled by my ego and I
made it my mission to make a certain Superstar's life...  absolutely miserable. That Superstar? Matthais Syn...
The crowd booed instantly at the mention which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap5.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? it's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °180 Because now? Matthias Syn is hell bent on making other Superstar's lives
miserable. Case in
point... one, Buried Alive.
A mixed reaction is heard for Buried Alive.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Good for you, Matthais. you managed to find and bring out the
best version of yourself and you're on top of the world once more, kudos to you Sir.
Razor ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he turned his head and glanced at the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: But now the roles have been reversed and with me being back on Saturday night Relentless XXV...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap9.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you and I are going to cross paths once again and I for
one am very much looking forward to it.
Razor turned his head away from the crowd, pondering what to say next.
Americn nightmare| Razor Blade: Best believe that I  have been paying very close attention to what's been going on here when it comes to this... War between Aurora and Lucy Wylde.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though Lucy Wylde has been able to outthink, out The box Aurora up until this point.
Razor nodded.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap8.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  if there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
two never underestimate... Lucy Wylde. there is somebody who knows how to play Mind game better... than Aurora herself. not taking anyone seriously away from Lucy Wylde, as far as
which side I intend on being on?
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna choose a side, least her name will be none other than The Storm.
Razor said. before shrugging.
Ameriacn nightmare| Razor Blade:  I"m gonna be the one who walks that fine line between the two of Aurora and Lucy Wylde. I already have someone in mind to side with and that's Latoya Hixx.
and Latoya. will accomplish what we came here to do.
Razor would grin.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  We came here to once again go for the No'1 Contender of the tag team titles from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap10.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Tag team Champions... for once of a life time!
Razor dropped the microphone with a thud as Kingdom'' played throughout the arena once again,
the crowd cheering loudly once more as Razor hyped them up even more as he exited the ring and
would begin high-fiving fans at ringside, walking completely around the ring as the scene would
slowly fade out.
The scene opens up right outside Seoul Olympic Stadium as there's a stage setup for the
Relentless XXV kickoff event, with Attendance croweded around it Steve Sayors is standing  front
and center as he addresses The crowd once more to resume the show.
Steve Sayors: South, Korea how's everyone feeling today?
The crowd reacts with loud cheers as Steve looks on, nodding him head.
Steve Sayors:  Awesome! I know some of you are excited about the historic weekend coming up in
three Relentless XXV in three days in different cities! Who else would you get that right
here in the XWF. now, as I mentioned eariler, about Relentless XXV is stacked with so many great
matches. one match in particular that I know I'm looking forwards to this Latoya Hixx and Razor vs Lucy and Aurora for The #1 Contender of The Tag team Championship.
The XWF Universe cheers sharing Steve's enthusiasm for the No'1 Contender's Tag team titles match.
Steve Sayors: Latoya Hixx and Razor compete in a No'1 Contenders match when they both pair up and take on Aurora and Lucy Wylde. but it goes without saying that Latoya Hixx has been on a losing streak since she lost the prevliage of becoming the X-Treme Champion last Monday on Warfare now, she's possibly facing there toughest  challenger yet in Aurora and Lucy Wylde.
don't stand a chance of being the next No'1 Contenders for The Tag team titles now, there's been a lot of buzz and speculation on there possibly being the last time we see Lucy Wylde and Aurora.
in the XWF ring. I've had the Pleasure to witness and even commentate some of Latoya's best matches and moments. For eleven years, Latoya has worked her butt off like nobody else which
she has earned her so many
accolades and most importantly, the respect of the XWF Universe! So, I have no doubt th-
Steve was cut off by Latoya Hixx music as The Storm struts out flanked by
Razor Blade, scowling at Steve Sayors as the fans shower her with Cheers.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Cut The Sh*t Steve.
Steve Sayors: what do u mean Cut the sh*t Latoya.
Latoya gets closer up towards Steve face bringing her words to a halt.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: I Cut The Sh*t because this past Monday on Warfare I had that match won when I fought That red hair Misty Waters. for her X-Treme Championship The ref counted the three count but she kicked out and I had that match won and I should've been the new X-Treme  Champion at Warfare.
XWF Universe Chants Misty screw Hixx Misty screw Hixx Misty screw Hixx Misty screw Hixx!
The Storm|Latoya Hixx: you see Steve. they all chanting that Misty screw me over when she knows I had her oinned onto the mat floor and I should be crowned as the new X-Treme  Champion but instead they had to hand her back the X-Treme  Champion but someday I will get my revenge over Misty Waters when she retains her Championship with Sahara in a Last Woman Standing match at Relentless XXV on XWF.
The XWF Universe cheers for The Storm
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: but here's the thing though Steve. She may have retain her X-Treme Championship and if she retains her title at Relentless XXV then hopefully one day in the next show of Monday Warfare or Friday Anarchy I'm coming for her X-Treme Championship rather she likes it or not and as for Lucy and Aurora. they both better get some rest because this Saturday at Relentless XXV me and Razor are walking out as the new No'1 Contenders for the Tag team titles.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: and no one is gonna stop The American Storm for winning this No'1 Contender for The Tag team titles when we go through Aurora and Lucy Wylde. at Relentless XXV
on XWF.
XWF Universe Chants Storm is gonna kill them, Storm is gonna kill them Storm is gonna kill them!
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Misty. may have won the match but she didn't win the battle but sooner or later me and Misty Waters. we will crosspaths to each other eventually but as for this Saturday Razor and I are gonna walk into that Relentless XXV building and step into that ring with Aurora and Lucy Wylde. to fight for the No'1 Contender of The Tag team titles on Relentless XXV.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: So you actually think that you two can our run The American Storm let's get something straight here Ms Wylde and Aurora. I almost defeated Misty Waters in this very ring when the Ref slapped his hand on the mat he counted three but the bi*ch kickout of that in that's why I'm revoting for my rematch clause on the next Monday night Warfare but only this time it will be inside of a six feet tall Steel Cage but that's for the next show of Warfare right now I'm focused on becoming the new No'1 Contender for The Tag team titles when me and Razor defeat Aurora and Lucy Wylde. for the first time at Relentless XXV on XWF network.
XWF Universe Cheers for The Storm one final time when she wrap it up
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: when me and Razor. go inside of that arena were gonna give everything that we got until it kills us because I be damned if The American Storm ended up losing to these wanna be's of Aurora and Lucy Wylde. if they want a shot at those tag team titles then they have to go through me and Razor. just to get them but Razor and I we were inches away to grab those tag team Champions but instead Prince and Mark Flynn. they both like to switch in or out cause they don't know who should be the legal man when they defend their tag team Champions on hte line when me and Razor defeat Lucy and Aurora. this coming Saturday Razor and I will be their in Seoul Korea in front of Millions of people will be Chanting our name American Storm when the both of us get our victory hands raise once we become the new No'1 Contender for The Tag team titles at Rentless XXV.
XWF Universe Chants you deserve it, you deserve it you deserve it you deserve it you deserve it!
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: you two won't be winning nothing once me and Razor walks out of Rentless XXV when we become the new No'1 Contender for The tag Team titles at Rentless XXV.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Aurora and Lucy Wylde. We will be seeing you Saturday when we become the new No'1 Contender for The Tag Team Titles at Rentless XXV on XWF.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: that's why The Storm.is..coming.. to. Rentless XXV.
A Storm is Coming plays when Latoya flexes her muscles and drops the mic and exited out of the ring and slaps a few fans high five and walks back up towards the ramp and heads back to meet up with her tag partner Razor Blade. before  Rentless XXV even begins this Saturday
]]> The crowd are seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly go out in the
arena, causing a little buzz from the crowd.
'' Wrestling has more than one... royal family.''
As soon as those words are heard, the crowd inside the Seoul Olympic Stadium erupted as you heard the commentator's reaction as well.
Pip Collins: What?
Savage: no Freaking way!
Heather Halliwell: Is he here? Is this a joke?
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap1.png]
Smoke emanated from the stage, completely covering as you weren't able to see anything through
it and before you knew it, Razor Blade is seen walking through the smoke, a big smile on his face
as the crowd erupted even louder at the sight of the American nightmare and South Korea's own.
'' Adrenaline, in my soul
Every thought out of control
Do it all to get them off their feet''
Razor glanced out at the crowd, nodding his head pointing out towards them dressed to the nines in one of his many custom suits as he knelt down, tapping the ramp with his fist, jumping up to his
feet as he extended his arms out.
''Crowd is here, about to blow
waitin' for me to start the show
out the curtain, lights go up I'm home
Whoooooooooooooa!''
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap2.png]
A burst of pyro went off behind Razor as he brought his arms in before pumping his fist as one final
big burst of pyro went off behind him Razor glanced out at the crowd again, that smile remaining on his face as he walked down the ramp, high fiving members of the crowd in the front row before
going over and doing the same thing on the other side of the ramp. Razor walked down the rest of
the ramp, stopping at the end of it as he looked around before walking towards the steel steps. He
glanced down at them, before tapping them with his hand as he raised his arms trying to pump up
the crowd before walking up the steel steps as he scaled the turnbuckle, looking around before
extending his arms as even more pyro went off on the stage. Razor hopped down into the ring
walking over to the opposite corner as he motioned for a microphone. One was handed to him as
he took it and started walking around the ring holding it out towards the crowd. Razor nodded his head before walking to the middle of the ring, just soaking all of this in for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Blade would open his eyes, slowly raising the microphone up to his lips.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap3.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Southhhhh... Koreaaaaaa....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
American nigtmare| Razor Blade: I have just one question for you, this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap4.png]
Ameriacn nightmare| Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erputed into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Did you want to talk about how incredible Anarchy was at XWF last Thursday?
You heard some cheers from the crowd as Razor nodded.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap7.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday... night Rentless !!!
The crowd cheered even louder making it pretty clear what they wanted to talk about.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Alright then, let's talk about that shall we?
Razor cleared his throat a little, licking his lips before he raised the microphone back up to his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: it's been awhile since I've been here on Rentless, in fact the last time that i was here on Anarchy...
I'll admit, I had a little pep in my step. I was walking around here fueled by my ego and I
made it my mission to make a certain Superstar's life...  absolutely miserable. That Superstar? Matthais Syn...
The crowd booed instantly at the mention which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap5.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? it's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °180 Because now? Matthias Syn is hell bent on making other Superstar's lives
miserable. Case in
point... one, Buried Alive.
A mixed reaction is heard for Buried Alive.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Good for you, Matthais. you managed to find and bring out the
best version of yourself and you're on top of the world once more, kudos to you Sir.
Razor ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he turned his head and glanced at the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: But now the roles have been reversed and with me being back on Saturday night Relentless XXV...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap9.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you and I are going to cross paths once again and I for
one am very much looking forward to it.
Razor turned his head away from the crowd, pondering what to say next.
Americn nightmare| Razor Blade: Best believe that I  have been paying very close attention to what's been going on here when it comes to this... War between Aurora and Lucy Wylde.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though Lucy Wylde has been able to outthink, out The box Aurora up until this point.
Razor nodded.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap8.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  if there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
two never underestimate... Lucy Wylde. there is somebody who knows how to play Mind game better... than Aurora herself. not taking anyone seriously away from Lucy Wylde, as far as
which side I intend on being on?
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna choose a side, least her name will be none other than The Storm.
Razor said. before shrugging.
Ameriacn nightmare| Razor Blade:  I"m gonna be the one who walks that fine line between the two of Aurora and Lucy Wylde. I already have someone in mind to side with and that's Latoya Hixx.
and Latoya. will accomplish what we came here to do.
Razor would grin.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  We came here to once again go for the No'1 Contender of the tag team titles from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
[Image: Cody-Rhodes-Cap10.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Tag team Champions... for once of a life time!
Razor dropped the microphone with a thud as Kingdom'' played throughout the arena once again,
the crowd cheering loudly once more as Razor hyped them up even more as he exited the ring and
would begin high-fiving fans at ringside, walking completely around the ring as the scene would
slowly fade out.
The scene opens up right outside Seoul Olympic Stadium as there's a stage setup for the
Relentless XXV kickoff event, with Attendance croweded around it Steve Sayors is standing  front
and center as he addresses The crowd once more to resume the show.
Steve Sayors: South, Korea how's everyone feeling today?
The crowd reacts with loud cheers as Steve looks on, nodding him head.
Steve Sayors:  Awesome! I know some of you are excited about the historic weekend coming up in
three Relentless XXV in three days in different cities! Who else would you get that right
here in the XWF. now, as I mentioned eariler, about Relentless XXV is stacked with so many great
matches. one match in particular that I know I'm looking forwards to this Latoya Hixx and Razor vs Lucy and Aurora for The #1 Contender of The Tag team Championship.
The XWF Universe cheers sharing Steve's enthusiasm for the No'1 Contender's Tag team titles match.
Steve Sayors: Latoya Hixx and Razor compete in a No'1 Contenders match when they both pair up and take on Aurora and Lucy Wylde. but it goes without saying that Latoya Hixx has been on a losing streak since she lost the prevliage of becoming the X-Treme Champion last Monday on Warfare now, she's possibly facing there toughest  challenger yet in Aurora and Lucy Wylde.
don't stand a chance of being the next No'1 Contenders for The Tag team titles now, there's been a lot of buzz and speculation on there possibly being the last time we see Lucy Wylde and Aurora.
in the XWF ring. I've had the Pleasure to witness and even commentate some of Latoya's best matches and moments. For eleven years, Latoya has worked her butt off like nobody else which
she has earned her so many
accolades and most importantly, the respect of the XWF Universe! So, I have no doubt th-
Steve was cut off by Latoya Hixx music as The Storm struts out flanked by
Razor Blade, scowling at Steve Sayors as the fans shower her with Cheers.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Cut The Sh*t Steve.
Steve Sayors: what do u mean Cut the sh*t Latoya.
Latoya gets closer up towards Steve face bringing her words to a halt.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: I Cut The Sh*t because this past Monday on Warfare I had that match won when I fought That red hair Misty Waters. for her X-Treme Championship The ref counted the three count but she kicked out and I had that match won and I should've been the new X-Treme  Champion at Warfare.
XWF Universe Chants Misty screw Hixx Misty screw Hixx Misty screw Hixx Misty screw Hixx!
The Storm|Latoya Hixx: you see Steve. they all chanting that Misty screw me over when she knows I had her oinned onto the mat floor and I should be crowned as the new X-Treme  Champion but instead they had to hand her back the X-Treme  Champion but someday I will get my revenge over Misty Waters when she retains her Championship with Sahara in a Last Woman Standing match at Relentless XXV on XWF.
The XWF Universe cheers for The Storm
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: but here's the thing though Steve. She may have retain her X-Treme Championship and if she retains her title at Relentless XXV then hopefully one day in the next show of Monday Warfare or Friday Anarchy I'm coming for her X-Treme Championship rather she likes it or not and as for Lucy and Aurora. they both better get some rest because this Saturday at Relentless XXV me and Razor are walking out as the new No'1 Contenders for the Tag team titles.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: and no one is gonna stop The American Storm for winning this No'1 Contender for The Tag team titles when we go through Aurora and Lucy Wylde. at Relentless XXV
on XWF.
XWF Universe Chants Storm is gonna kill them, Storm is gonna kill them Storm is gonna kill them!
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Misty. may have won the match but she didn't win the battle but sooner or later me and Misty Waters. we will crosspaths to each other eventually but as for this Saturday Razor and I are gonna walk into that Relentless XXV building and step into that ring with Aurora and Lucy Wylde. to fight for the No'1 Contender of The Tag team titles on Relentless XXV.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: So you actually think that you two can our run The American Storm let's get something straight here Ms Wylde and Aurora. I almost defeated Misty Waters in this very ring when the Ref slapped his hand on the mat he counted three but the bi*ch kickout of that in that's why I'm revoting for my rematch clause on the next Monday night Warfare but only this time it will be inside of a six feet tall Steel Cage but that's for the next show of Warfare right now I'm focused on becoming the new No'1 Contender for The Tag team titles when me and Razor defeat Aurora and Lucy Wylde. for the first time at Relentless XXV on XWF network.
XWF Universe Cheers for The Storm one final time when she wrap it up
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: when me and Razor. go inside of that arena were gonna give everything that we got until it kills us because I be damned if The American Storm ended up losing to these wanna be's of Aurora and Lucy Wylde. if they want a shot at those tag team titles then they have to go through me and Razor. just to get them but Razor and I we were inches away to grab those tag team Champions but instead Prince and Mark Flynn. they both like to switch in or out cause they don't know who should be the legal man when they defend their tag team Champions on hte line when me and Razor defeat Lucy and Aurora. this coming Saturday Razor and I will be their in Seoul Korea in front of Millions of people will be Chanting our name American Storm when the both of us get our victory hands raise once we become the new No'1 Contender for The Tag team titles at Rentless XXV.
XWF Universe Chants you deserve it, you deserve it you deserve it you deserve it you deserve it!
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: you two won't be winning nothing once me and Razor walks out of Rentless XXV when we become the new No'1 Contender for The tag Team titles at Rentless XXV.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Aurora and Lucy Wylde. We will be seeing you Saturday when we become the new No'1 Contender for The Tag Team Titles at Rentless XXV on XWF.
The Storm| Latoya Hixx: that's why The Storm.is..coming.. to. Rentless XXV.
A Storm is Coming plays when Latoya flexes her muscles and drops the mic and exited out of the ring and slaps a few fans high five and walks back up towards the ramp and heads back to meet up with her tag partner Razor Blade. before  Rentless XXV even begins this Saturday
]]> <![CDATA[Into the Light: The Bride of the Bride of Frankenstein]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47977 Wed, 18 Sep 2024 15:35:53 -0700 Madison Dyson]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=47977
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Beaker’s full of strange substances simmering!

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Dials and vacillating graphs!

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Oscillating oscilloscopes!

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Whatever the hell this thing is!

And, at the center of it all, your Anarchy champion and mine….Madison Dyson!

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More thunder cackles in the distance, and the lightning briefly illuminates Madison’s face. She seems to be tits down on a bed that looks like a massage table, with an opening for her face that we are presently looking up into. Madison’s eyes open dramatically, and she smiles.

Hello, Mark.

Yes, let’s dispense with whatever pretense is left, shall we? You have, after all, given me exactly what I wanted. IE. YOU. Contrary to your caterwauling about how much I supposedly fear you, when I have stated no less than the fact that I WANTED to face you…

…you fucking IDIOT….

…here you finally stand in all your spergacious glory. Mark Flynn ladies and gentlemen, the XWF’s most autistic superstar. And while your ‘tism may grant you all the social graces afforded a man who thinks asking a woman if her house has stairs is the epitome of a pick up line, I have to admit that your particular condition has granted you a certain excellence in the ring. You see, like most autistics Mark has a singular obsession. Unfortunately for yours truly, it’s not a crippling addiction to masturbation or a pressing desire to catalog every episode of My Little Pony. No, it’s a fascination with WRESTLING.

And that’s why Mark Flynn wins so damn much.

Even though success with women, or having an honest to God friendship, or having a life that doesn’t play out like some hacky sitcom, are far beyond Mark’s social capabilities, his skill in the ring cannot be disputed.

Which makes it so damn shocking that I already beat you twice.

Yes, Mark, count ‘em. On the last episode of Anarchy, if it wasn’t for a distracted referee and a bottle to the brain, I had you beat twice over. And by my count the number of people who can claim two victories over Mark Flynn are exactly nil.

Except for me, of course.

But I’m not taking any chances. Even though you’ll bore the fairer sex to tears with the minutiae of your ELO scores and call it a win, you’re still a threat. A major one.

Thankfully, even Madison Dyson’s back up plans have back up plans.

And trust me when I say nothing…NOTHING….has prepared you for the lengths I’m willing to go to to protect my Anarchy championship. 

The shot abruptly pans over to Misty Waters who we can plainly tell is worried despite the surgical mask she’s wearing.

Maddy, I sure hope you know what yer doin’.

Ah, my dear Misty! I know EXACTLY what I’m doing. Unlike Mark.

Mark, I can already see you tabulating the bump to your ELO score. You think you got this in the bag. And why shouldn’t you? One of the longest reigning Universal champs of all time. I mean, still not longer than my client, of course, but whatevs.

Heh.

Well, I’ll tell you why you shouldn’t be confident, Mark. Because nobody that you’ve ever faced has done something as purestrain psychotic as what I’m about to do to beat you. In fact, I’m doing something that it is literally IMPOSSIBLE for you to have prepared for. Something so INCONCEIVABLE that even you, with your neuroatypical brain, would never have considered the possibility.

Here.

Now.

I become INEVITABLE.

Madison looks to Misty.

How was that? Suitably epic?

I mean…I guess?

Whatever! Let’s get this show on the road. You! The one who reeks of curry!

Each of Misty’s three remaining Indian engineers points to themselves in turn. Madison rolls her eyes.

The one near the switch, numbnuts! PULL IT!

The numbnuts near the switch pulls it. Another clap of thunder resounds as Madison’s bed begins to rise. We see now that she’s clasped into it. She’s raised to a vertical position, where her exposed back is now crisscrossed with red targeting lasers. And then, like a mechanical spider, a series of animatronic arms with needles on the end glide over to Madison’s back and begin puncturing her in turn. Madison winces.

Owee, owee, owee!

But she weathers the storm of needles. The horrible mechanical spider withdraws and from somewhere an electronic voice calls out…

TRANSMISSION COMPLETE

Maddy, how do you feel?

But Madison has a far away look in her eyes and she fails to respond. Because she’s not here. She’s within.

Within her mindscape. 

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The eye of the storm. Thunder rages over the ragged landscape, torrential winds splitting the skies and planting Madison’s hair against her face. But despite the chaos, she seems unpurturbed. Because, of course, for Madison? This is home.

A gnarled tree stoops over in the near distance and Madison walks towards it. It looks ashy and warped, from weathering constant lightning strikes. But despite the emaciated cover it provides, someone still has seen fit to try to hide behind it.

Madison steps up to within ten feet of the tree and extends her hand. She speaks against the winds, shouting into the void.

I know you’re there. You can come out. You’re safe!

Slowly, the figure creeps out.

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It’s LUX! One of Madison’s most hated enemies!

Lux steps up to Madison, awash in confusion.

Do you remember me?

I don’t know you. Lux replies cooly, casting a look back at the maelstrom. 

Madison’s face creeps up into a smile.

What do you want?

Madison takes a knee, bowing her head like a knight supplicant. 

Teach me. ]]>
[Image: 7Ggg.gif]

Beaker’s full of strange substances simmering!

[Image: 114ee9969a462b7d83bd512c87fc23eb_w200.gif]

Dials and vacillating graphs!

[Image: tumblr_oefn1shNJG1toe0eco1_640.gif]

Oscillating oscilloscopes!

[Image: electricity-science.gif]

Whatever the hell this thing is!

And, at the center of it all, your Anarchy champion and mine….Madison Dyson!

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More thunder cackles in the distance, and the lightning briefly illuminates Madison’s face. She seems to be tits down on a bed that looks like a massage table, with an opening for her face that we are presently looking up into. Madison’s eyes open dramatically, and she smiles.

Hello, Mark.

Yes, let’s dispense with whatever pretense is left, shall we? You have, after all, given me exactly what I wanted. IE. YOU. Contrary to your caterwauling about how much I supposedly fear you, when I have stated no less than the fact that I WANTED to face you…

…you fucking IDIOT….

…here you finally stand in all your spergacious glory. Mark Flynn ladies and gentlemen, the XWF’s most autistic superstar. And while your ‘tism may grant you all the social graces afforded a man who thinks asking a woman if her house has stairs is the epitome of a pick up line, I have to admit that your particular condition has granted you a certain excellence in the ring. You see, like most autistics Mark has a singular obsession. Unfortunately for yours truly, it’s not a crippling addiction to masturbation or a pressing desire to catalog every episode of My Little Pony. No, it’s a fascination with WRESTLING.

And that’s why Mark Flynn wins so damn much.

Even though success with women, or having an honest to God friendship, or having a life that doesn’t play out like some hacky sitcom, are far beyond Mark’s social capabilities, his skill in the ring cannot be disputed.

Which makes it so damn shocking that I already beat you twice.

Yes, Mark, count ‘em. On the last episode of Anarchy, if it wasn’t for a distracted referee and a bottle to the brain, I had you beat twice over. And by my count the number of people who can claim two victories over Mark Flynn are exactly nil.

Except for me, of course.

But I’m not taking any chances. Even though you’ll bore the fairer sex to tears with the minutiae of your ELO scores and call it a win, you’re still a threat. A major one.

Thankfully, even Madison Dyson’s back up plans have back up plans.

And trust me when I say nothing…NOTHING….has prepared you for the lengths I’m willing to go to to protect my Anarchy championship. 

The shot abruptly pans over to Misty Waters who we can plainly tell is worried despite the surgical mask she’s wearing.

Maddy, I sure hope you know what yer doin’.

Ah, my dear Misty! I know EXACTLY what I’m doing. Unlike Mark.

Mark, I can already see you tabulating the bump to your ELO score. You think you got this in the bag. And why shouldn’t you? One of the longest reigning Universal champs of all time. I mean, still not longer than my client, of course, but whatevs.

Heh.

Well, I’ll tell you why you shouldn’t be confident, Mark. Because nobody that you’ve ever faced has done something as purestrain psychotic as what I’m about to do to beat you. In fact, I’m doing something that it is literally IMPOSSIBLE for you to have prepared for. Something so INCONCEIVABLE that even you, with your neuroatypical brain, would never have considered the possibility.

Here.

Now.

I become INEVITABLE.

Madison looks to Misty.

How was that? Suitably epic?

I mean…I guess?

Whatever! Let’s get this show on the road. You! The one who reeks of curry!

Each of Misty’s three remaining Indian engineers points to themselves in turn. Madison rolls her eyes.

The one near the switch, numbnuts! PULL IT!

The numbnuts near the switch pulls it. Another clap of thunder resounds as Madison’s bed begins to rise. We see now that she’s clasped into it. She’s raised to a vertical position, where her exposed back is now crisscrossed with red targeting lasers. And then, like a mechanical spider, a series of animatronic arms with needles on the end glide over to Madison’s back and begin puncturing her in turn. Madison winces.

Owee, owee, owee!

But she weathers the storm of needles. The horrible mechanical spider withdraws and from somewhere an electronic voice calls out…

TRANSMISSION COMPLETE

Maddy, how do you feel?

But Madison has a far away look in her eyes and she fails to respond. Because she’s not here. She’s within.

Within her mindscape. 

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The eye of the storm. Thunder rages over the ragged landscape, torrential winds splitting the skies and planting Madison’s hair against her face. But despite the chaos, she seems unpurturbed. Because, of course, for Madison? This is home.

A gnarled tree stoops over in the near distance and Madison walks towards it. It looks ashy and warped, from weathering constant lightning strikes. But despite the emaciated cover it provides, someone still has seen fit to try to hide behind it.

Madison steps up to within ten feet of the tree and extends her hand. She speaks against the winds, shouting into the void.

I know you’re there. You can come out. You’re safe!

Slowly, the figure creeps out.

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It’s LUX! One of Madison’s most hated enemies!

Lux steps up to Madison, awash in confusion.

Do you remember me?

I don’t know you. Lux replies cooly, casting a look back at the maelstrom. 

Madison’s face creeps up into a smile.

What do you want?

Madison takes a knee, bowing her head like a knight supplicant. 

Teach me. ]]>