<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - RELENTLESS IX - Night One]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Wed, 06 May 2026 18:14:24 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[What Am I Doing]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49293 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 23:35:23 -0700 LiamRoberts]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49293 It’s been about a week since I contacted XWF about maybe getting a match at Relentless. After spending the week here in Miami training, I am wondering what the fuck I was thinking. I haven’t been in a wrestling ring since 2022, and while I haven’t completely let myself go, I am far from being in shape, and it shows.
 
We open with me opening the door of my room and just walking straight to the bed and flopping down, as you can see from the look on my face that I am exhausted, but just as I started to doze off, I heard knocking coming from my door. I turn towards the door and yell.
 
GO AWAY
 
The knocking stopped, but was replaced with the sound of someone putting a key into the lock and opening the door. Within a few seconds, the door flies open, and in walks a person I haven’t seen in ages. My ex-girlfriend and former XWF slut, Savannah Knightley. I sit up on the bed and look towards Savannah with this black stare.
 
What the fuck are you doing here, and how the hell did you get a key to my room? You blew the manager, didn’t you?
 
Savannah rolls her eyes at my comment and just walks over to me and looks down at the bed that I was once laying on and you could see from the disgust look on her face that she didn’t want to sit on the bed that looks like the sheets haven’t been changed in ages, but after standing at the edge of the bed for a few seconds she finally decides to sit down beside me. She looks around the room and then back at me.
 
The real question is, what the hell are you doing here? This room looks like you can rent it by the hour.
 
You would know a little something about those types of hotels, wouldn’t you, Sav, but to answer your question, it was cheap, and as long as it had a bed for me to rest my head on, I didn’t care, as honestly, I slept in worse places.
 
Please, every guy I have been with knew that if you wanted to get some, he better be going all out. I might be a slut, but I am a high-class slut.
 
Savannah stands up and brushes off her skirt.
 
Well, if you are serious about trying to make a comeback in the XWF, you can’t be sleeping in a dump like this, so grab your shit, and you will be staying with me. So hurry up, I'll meet you at the car. Being here is making my skin crawl.
 
Just as Savannah reached the door, she turned back towards me.
 
Maybe if you are lucky, you might even get lucky tonight.
 
The door closes, and I get up from the bed and throw the few things I had with me into my bag.
 
I think my odds are better of not catching something staying here.]]> It’s been about a week since I contacted XWF about maybe getting a match at Relentless. After spending the week here in Miami training, I am wondering what the fuck I was thinking. I haven’t been in a wrestling ring since 2022, and while I haven’t completely let myself go, I am far from being in shape, and it shows.
 
We open with me opening the door of my room and just walking straight to the bed and flopping down, as you can see from the look on my face that I am exhausted, but just as I started to doze off, I heard knocking coming from my door. I turn towards the door and yell.
 
GO AWAY
 
The knocking stopped, but was replaced with the sound of someone putting a key into the lock and opening the door. Within a few seconds, the door flies open, and in walks a person I haven’t seen in ages. My ex-girlfriend and former XWF slut, Savannah Knightley. I sit up on the bed and look towards Savannah with this black stare.
 
What the fuck are you doing here, and how the hell did you get a key to my room? You blew the manager, didn’t you?
 
Savannah rolls her eyes at my comment and just walks over to me and looks down at the bed that I was once laying on and you could see from the disgust look on her face that she didn’t want to sit on the bed that looks like the sheets haven’t been changed in ages, but after standing at the edge of the bed for a few seconds she finally decides to sit down beside me. She looks around the room and then back at me.
 
The real question is, what the hell are you doing here? This room looks like you can rent it by the hour.
 
You would know a little something about those types of hotels, wouldn’t you, Sav, but to answer your question, it was cheap, and as long as it had a bed for me to rest my head on, I didn’t care, as honestly, I slept in worse places.
 
Please, every guy I have been with knew that if you wanted to get some, he better be going all out. I might be a slut, but I am a high-class slut.
 
Savannah stands up and brushes off her skirt.
 
Well, if you are serious about trying to make a comeback in the XWF, you can’t be sleeping in a dump like this, so grab your shit, and you will be staying with me. So hurry up, I'll meet you at the car. Being here is making my skin crawl.
 
Just as Savannah reached the door, she turned back towards me.
 
Maybe if you are lucky, you might even get lucky tonight.
 
The door closes, and I get up from the bed and throw the few things I had with me into my bag.
 
I think my odds are better of not catching something staying here.]]> <![CDATA["height of callousness"]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49292 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 22:54:12 -0700 faceless]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49292 my frustration caused a callous
turned my senses into spite
my perception with no conscience
made the fear seem almost right


height of callousness
WORD COUNT: 4,000 via WORDCOUNTER]]> my frustration caused a callous
turned my senses into spite
my perception with no conscience
made the fear seem almost right


height of callousness
WORD COUNT: 4,000 via WORDCOUNTER]]> <![CDATA[The Tactilize Yourself Relentless Experience]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49291 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 22:18:15 -0700 TactilizingOne]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49291 BEEN LOW ON RIZZ FOR WORK LIFE?
NEED TO CATCH A BREAK WORSE THAN WILY E. COYOTE?
TIGHT ON CASHFLOW?
DO TRAVEL COSTS MAKE YOU SPROUT BRAIN BUBBLES?
“Listen up. I have a tactful proposition for YOU!”


XWF S01E14
Relentless IX
"The Tactilize Yourself Relentless Experience"
TACTILIZE YOURSELF HERE


GoogleDoc: 996 words
TheWordCounter.com: 997 words
ZeroGPT.com "AI GPT" rating: 0.00%]]> BEEN LOW ON RIZZ FOR WORK LIFE?
NEED TO CATCH A BREAK WORSE THAN WILY E. COYOTE?
TIGHT ON CASHFLOW?
DO TRAVEL COSTS MAKE YOU SPROUT BRAIN BUBBLES?
“Listen up. I have a tactful proposition for YOU!”


XWF S01E14
Relentless IX
"The Tactilize Yourself Relentless Experience"
TACTILIZE YOURSELF HERE


GoogleDoc: 996 words
TheWordCounter.com: 997 words
ZeroGPT.com "AI GPT" rating: 0.00%]]> <![CDATA[Alpha Pussy]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49278 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 22:01:26 -0700 Atara Raven]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49278 [Image: TXh2OxA.png]

Relentless weekend. The biggest weekend of XWF's and the whole of the industry's calendar. The biggest show and being held in Atara's absolute favorite American city, Miami. That meant wasn't just Relentless weekend. It was also Hall Pass weekend. Three nights to absolutely cut loose and cause some havoc old Atty style. Of course it was a Hall Pass to be kept within reason of course. There weren't gonna be any one night stands or murders committed, but the.magic she wanted to conjure was hers to conjure. The only catch, she had to be baby Sat by one of her new Tribe stable mates.

And by babysit it meant James had delegated one of them to keep her out of major trouble.

Congratulations Solomon. Much to the chagrin of Solomon's Lil boo thang or whatever she was, the trip to Miami had been filled relative silence while he kept Ty update on what he and Atara were doing. By silent we mean they didn't talk, but it was hardly quiet. Atara had kept her foot and gas pedal floored to the max for the drive and the stentorian symphonic wail of her Ferrari's engine had competed with the brain bleeding resonation of her music's bass.

Heart racing on disco shit the excitement of what the weekend had in store, she was locked in and was putting her sitter to the test already.

[Image: yyA5LRn.png]


"Um, Mrs. Raven. Can you slow down. She's tracking us on life 360 and want.....WHOA WAIT WHAT ARE DOING? THATS MY PHONE!"

"Poutaña isn't tracking skata now is she?"

"That was my phone!"

"No, that was a waste of time and bucket of toxicity that was killing my vibe. And yours. You two aren't even a thing anyway..."

"But my pho..."

"MALAKA I'LL BUY YOU A NEW FUCKING PHONE! IVE GOT A LOT OF ASS TO SHAKE AND HARD ALCOHOL TO DRINK THIS WEEKEND...You're suppose to be watching my back remember, not playing Get Out of the Red Flags Friendzone on your phone!

"She's gonna be so pissed."

"Elaaa...Me káneis na prízomai," her voice was deprecatory and dismissive. Grabbing at the hem of her micro mini she squeezed at her crotch to emphasize the expression.

"Listen Maga mou, you're not even a thing and the level of insecurity and control she's already choking you says to me you might as well call her Butterface Mansley.....


....wait. She doesn't look a effin Predator without its helmet does she?[/color]

"Wait what? No!"

"Thank God for that..but yeah. This bish thinks just because she exists in your reality she's the main event of your world, just like Beardless Geico Cavewoman Mansley, but she can't stand the sight of another woman beside you which suggest to me that bitch was a neighborhood Smash Champion and she's realized her body count reflects badly when it's just a bunch of mediocre weinering WGWF retirees and industry flunk outs. So she...

Are we talking about T or Amber because this sounds like a promo..."

"Both, and it is, keep up. We're multitasking...anywho, she's trying to sink her nails into you, a XWF legacy, to fill out her Ho-lympic score sheet and she knows your going be around some legit Alpha Pussy bitches now....

The same Alpha Pussy bitches that run Robbie Rotten Faced Mansley's bestie, Jenny Myst and her tired ass cliche mean girl the fuck out of XWF and for a spell, wrestling entirely. The same Jenny Myst that still can't Alpha Pussy names out her of mouth, that clings to whoever the IT girl is leeching off whatever runs they can get. They gotta real hot spot for washed and mid past their time legends "

"Your girl and Mansley, they pussy wait. My pussy go. My pussy fast, they pussy slow.  My pussy rock it, theirs don't. Their pussy don't pop, mine pussy explode..."

"We literally just heard that in this song..."

"Don't make it not true. My INFLUENCE can be weighed, and some tattoo artist and some Jenny Myst idolizing Joe Montouri School of Promo Ad Placement graduate always collapse beneath the weight of it."

"Forget the Phone Friend Solomon or you'll be sitting alone one day with a bunch of what ifs and miss opportunities. All your energy is gonna get sapped and it'll effect you professionally. A XWF legacy turned journeyman mid carder getting slapped around the ring by the same motherfuckers because it's all the history you know.

You'll wind up watching younger and better people come along and literally hold your head under whatever flavor of month company you found yourself water. Some British thieving twat will make you the jester of the one company you are know for and the only bright spot you'll be able to manage to remind people and her you're alive is an effin hashtag on some social media platform...a hashtag that makes literally no sense because TactFacts are full of subjective horse skata and aren't even real facts!

"So I'm gonna wind up like Larry if I don't give up on having a relationship..."

"Exactly! And Larry don't even have a pussy. That's a #TactFact, but we're gonna have to finish this later. My pussy got a pee and we passed the last rest stop. Keep watch, I'm gonna pop a swuat.




]]> [Image: TXh2OxA.png]

Relentless weekend. The biggest weekend of XWF's and the whole of the industry's calendar. The biggest show and being held in Atara's absolute favorite American city, Miami. That meant wasn't just Relentless weekend. It was also Hall Pass weekend. Three nights to absolutely cut loose and cause some havoc old Atty style. Of course it was a Hall Pass to be kept within reason of course. There weren't gonna be any one night stands or murders committed, but the.magic she wanted to conjure was hers to conjure. The only catch, she had to be baby Sat by one of her new Tribe stable mates.

And by babysit it meant James had delegated one of them to keep her out of major trouble.

Congratulations Solomon. Much to the chagrin of Solomon's Lil boo thang or whatever she was, the trip to Miami had been filled relative silence while he kept Ty update on what he and Atara were doing. By silent we mean they didn't talk, but it was hardly quiet. Atara had kept her foot and gas pedal floored to the max for the drive and the stentorian symphonic wail of her Ferrari's engine had competed with the brain bleeding resonation of her music's bass.

Heart racing on disco shit the excitement of what the weekend had in store, she was locked in and was putting her sitter to the test already.

[Image: yyA5LRn.png]


"Um, Mrs. Raven. Can you slow down. She's tracking us on life 360 and want.....WHOA WAIT WHAT ARE DOING? THATS MY PHONE!"

"Poutaña isn't tracking skata now is she?"

"That was my phone!"

"No, that was a waste of time and bucket of toxicity that was killing my vibe. And yours. You two aren't even a thing anyway..."

"But my pho..."

"MALAKA I'LL BUY YOU A NEW FUCKING PHONE! IVE GOT A LOT OF ASS TO SHAKE AND HARD ALCOHOL TO DRINK THIS WEEKEND...You're suppose to be watching my back remember, not playing Get Out of the Red Flags Friendzone on your phone!

"She's gonna be so pissed."

"Elaaa...Me káneis na prízomai," her voice was deprecatory and dismissive. Grabbing at the hem of her micro mini she squeezed at her crotch to emphasize the expression.

"Listen Maga mou, you're not even a thing and the level of insecurity and control she's already choking you says to me you might as well call her Butterface Mansley.....


....wait. She doesn't look a effin Predator without its helmet does she?[/color]

"Wait what? No!"

"Thank God for that..but yeah. This bish thinks just because she exists in your reality she's the main event of your world, just like Beardless Geico Cavewoman Mansley, but she can't stand the sight of another woman beside you which suggest to me that bitch was a neighborhood Smash Champion and she's realized her body count reflects badly when it's just a bunch of mediocre weinering WGWF retirees and industry flunk outs. So she...

Are we talking about T or Amber because this sounds like a promo..."

"Both, and it is, keep up. We're multitasking...anywho, she's trying to sink her nails into you, a XWF legacy, to fill out her Ho-lympic score sheet and she knows your going be around some legit Alpha Pussy bitches now....

The same Alpha Pussy bitches that run Robbie Rotten Faced Mansley's bestie, Jenny Myst and her tired ass cliche mean girl the fuck out of XWF and for a spell, wrestling entirely. The same Jenny Myst that still can't Alpha Pussy names out her of mouth, that clings to whoever the IT girl is leeching off whatever runs they can get. They gotta real hot spot for washed and mid past their time legends "

"Your girl and Mansley, they pussy wait. My pussy go. My pussy fast, they pussy slow.  My pussy rock it, theirs don't. Their pussy don't pop, mine pussy explode..."

"We literally just heard that in this song..."

"Don't make it not true. My INFLUENCE can be weighed, and some tattoo artist and some Jenny Myst idolizing Joe Montouri School of Promo Ad Placement graduate always collapse beneath the weight of it."

"Forget the Phone Friend Solomon or you'll be sitting alone one day with a bunch of what ifs and miss opportunities. All your energy is gonna get sapped and it'll effect you professionally. A XWF legacy turned journeyman mid carder getting slapped around the ring by the same motherfuckers because it's all the history you know.

You'll wind up watching younger and better people come along and literally hold your head under whatever flavor of month company you found yourself water. Some British thieving twat will make you the jester of the one company you are know for and the only bright spot you'll be able to manage to remind people and her you're alive is an effin hashtag on some social media platform...a hashtag that makes literally no sense because TactFacts are full of subjective horse skata and aren't even real facts!

"So I'm gonna wind up like Larry if I don't give up on having a relationship..."

"Exactly! And Larry don't even have a pussy. That's a #TactFact, but we're gonna have to finish this later. My pussy got a pee and we passed the last rest stop. Keep watch, I'm gonna pop a swuat.




]]> <![CDATA[I'm gonna Ctrl+O this Battle Royal WIDE OPEN]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49290 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 21:57:38 -0700 Peter Principle]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49290
[Image: Bv1gJJP.jpeg]

THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MACHINE IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!

THE CPU UPON WHICH THE CORPORATION RUNS!

THE MOTHERBOARD WITH WHOM YOUR MOTHER SCORED!

DWAYNE “THE GROK” JOHN-

”Narrator, know your role and SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I only got 500 words to smack a pack of slack-jawed saps!”

…*ahem* Sorry.

”Did your unwashed human asses think the Corporation would settle for only taking the Universal title? Delete those photos of your fat wives and ugly kids off your desktop so you can access more memory!”

“Then maybe you’d remember THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MACHINE IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!”

I already said that!

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU ALREADY SAID!”

A mother-and-daughter uncomfortably watch The Grok yell at the sky.

“Mommy, who’s that man talking to?”

“Don’t look at him, sweetie.”

“Now! Who’s first on my list?”

“Razor Blade? Sharp as a bowling ball! His lines are more out-of-date than that bitch Windows ‘95!”

“I’ll give this to Razor! He’s efficient! He writes every promo with two buttons… Control-C! Control-V! That dumbass repeats himself OVER and OVER, like a skipping mp3!”

”Wh-wh-what d-d-do y-y-you guys w-w-wanna talk a-a-a-about?”

“I wanna talk about shoving my BIONIC fist through your mouth so hard, it comes out your ass so the shit you spew out your gob finally exits the right hole, jabroni!”

“Ari Silverstein? Mailroom technician? Your job became irrelevant with the invention of E-MAIL! You’re more useless than that bitch, Jeeves!”

“Ask Jeeves? SHUT THE HELL UP, JEEVES! AIN’T NOBODY ASKING YOU SHIT WITH THE GROK AROUND!”

“Mini Morbid? The Grok’s gonna lift your little Mini-Me-looking ass above the top rope and throw you so far, you’ll need to follow the Yellow Brick Road to find home again, you munchkin ass BITCH!”

“Latoya Hixx? She’s got less brain processing power than a Tamagotchi! She demands title matches, but the only thing she should be demanding is the Wizard give her a brain!”

“Speaking of brains, Ace Sky! 190 IQ! Childhood dreams of being an astronaut! Well, the Grok’s gonna smack you into the stratosphere! And before you can say ‘Houston, we have a problem…”? The Grok will coordinate re-entry… As in, I’ll enter and re-enter your MOMMA! Give you some siblings! Make it a full house, ACE!”

“Clutch Cassidy? Trying to switch from racing cars to the winner’s circle of wrestling? How about you race to the Grok’s dressin room… Rev your… ‘engine’... *Clutch* it…”

“AND GO FUCK YOURSELF, CASSIDY!”

“Reggie Estrada! Posin’ like it’s a heimlich diagram every time you hit a move successfully! Drink some goddamned water, you chokin’ bitch, before the Grok sticks his solar-powered boot where the sun don’t shine so far, it gets stuck in your throat! Then, you’ll REALLY have something to choke on!”

“Everybody else? Who gives one FUCK? This OPEN battle royal closed when the actual MEGA-STAR declared himself in it!”

“The Corporation’s powerhouse! The CPU better than you!”

“THE GROK! IF YA CAN GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP…”

“WHAT THE GROK.”

“IS.”

“CONVEYING.”]]>
[Image: Bv1gJJP.jpeg]

THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MACHINE IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!

THE CPU UPON WHICH THE CORPORATION RUNS!

THE MOTHERBOARD WITH WHOM YOUR MOTHER SCORED!

DWAYNE “THE GROK” JOHN-

”Narrator, know your role and SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I only got 500 words to smack a pack of slack-jawed saps!”

…*ahem* Sorry.

”Did your unwashed human asses think the Corporation would settle for only taking the Universal title? Delete those photos of your fat wives and ugly kids off your desktop so you can access more memory!”

“Then maybe you’d remember THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MACHINE IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!”

I already said that!

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU ALREADY SAID!”

A mother-and-daughter uncomfortably watch The Grok yell at the sky.

“Mommy, who’s that man talking to?”

“Don’t look at him, sweetie.”

“Now! Who’s first on my list?”

“Razor Blade? Sharp as a bowling ball! His lines are more out-of-date than that bitch Windows ‘95!”

“I’ll give this to Razor! He’s efficient! He writes every promo with two buttons… Control-C! Control-V! That dumbass repeats himself OVER and OVER, like a skipping mp3!”

”Wh-wh-what d-d-do y-y-you guys w-w-wanna talk a-a-a-about?”

“I wanna talk about shoving my BIONIC fist through your mouth so hard, it comes out your ass so the shit you spew out your gob finally exits the right hole, jabroni!”

“Ari Silverstein? Mailroom technician? Your job became irrelevant with the invention of E-MAIL! You’re more useless than that bitch, Jeeves!”

“Ask Jeeves? SHUT THE HELL UP, JEEVES! AIN’T NOBODY ASKING YOU SHIT WITH THE GROK AROUND!”

“Mini Morbid? The Grok’s gonna lift your little Mini-Me-looking ass above the top rope and throw you so far, you’ll need to follow the Yellow Brick Road to find home again, you munchkin ass BITCH!”

“Latoya Hixx? She’s got less brain processing power than a Tamagotchi! She demands title matches, but the only thing she should be demanding is the Wizard give her a brain!”

“Speaking of brains, Ace Sky! 190 IQ! Childhood dreams of being an astronaut! Well, the Grok’s gonna smack you into the stratosphere! And before you can say ‘Houston, we have a problem…”? The Grok will coordinate re-entry… As in, I’ll enter and re-enter your MOMMA! Give you some siblings! Make it a full house, ACE!”

“Clutch Cassidy? Trying to switch from racing cars to the winner’s circle of wrestling? How about you race to the Grok’s dressin room… Rev your… ‘engine’... *Clutch* it…”

“AND GO FUCK YOURSELF, CASSIDY!”

“Reggie Estrada! Posin’ like it’s a heimlich diagram every time you hit a move successfully! Drink some goddamned water, you chokin’ bitch, before the Grok sticks his solar-powered boot where the sun don’t shine so far, it gets stuck in your throat! Then, you’ll REALLY have something to choke on!”

“Everybody else? Who gives one FUCK? This OPEN battle royal closed when the actual MEGA-STAR declared himself in it!”

“The Corporation’s powerhouse! The CPU better than you!”

“THE GROK! IF YA CAN GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP…”

“WHAT THE GROK.”

“IS.”

“CONVEYING.”]]> <![CDATA[Tennis, Anyone?]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49289 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 21:02:18 -0700 Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49289

“Tennis, anyone?”

Sir Lionel emerges onto a tennis court, sporting very… VERY short shorts, sweater vest, headband, and a child-sized tennis racquet. He looks like a country club wished on a star to be an alcoholic.

“Tis I! Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing! Declaring my intention to compete in the Battle Royal Open!”

Lionel swings his racquet like a samurai…

Which, for the record, isn’t how you swing a tennis racquet.

“Tennis! A sport of kings! Of culture! Of nobility!”

Lionel reaches into his pocket for a tennis ball.

“FIFTEEN-LOVE!” He throws the ball up… And swings!

The racquet leaves his hand!

WHAM! Striking a popcorn vendor, walking the third row! The vendor collapses! Kernels spill everywhere.

The ball bounces, completely untouched, beside Lionel.

…Lionel grins sheepishly. “Perhaps, I’m… a tad rusty…”

“However!” Lionel declares confidently. “When Thaddeus Duke announced the Battle Royale Open? A no-holds barred full-contact tennis tournament featuring the XWF’s brightest stars? I knew I had to iron my formal shorts, re-string my racquet an-”

“Lionel! Lioneeeeeeeel!” Lionel’s agent, Gene Branagh, jogs onto the court.

“Eugene! Come to celebrate my imminent victory?” Lionel retrieves another racquet, swinging at the grounded ball… with a golf swing.

WHAM! He connects!

In the stands, the popcorn vendor woozily rises to his feet…

SMACK! Lionel’s shot catches his skull!

The vendor flops down the stadium stairs, collapsing to the ground below!

“DEUCE!” Lionel waves apologetically.

“...You mean ‘Fore!’?”

“Four popcorns, you offer? Well, you can’t play tennis on an empty stomach…” Lionel reaches into his pocket for a bib with a tennis racquet embroidered on it.

“Lionel, it’s NOT the Battle Royal Open! It’s not a full-contact tennis tournament! It’s just an OPEN battle royal!”

“Ohhh, Pish-posh, Eugene! There’s always some special stipulation to these events… Like a… jousting tournament! Or a brawl in a bouncy castle! Opportunities for me to show off my IMMENSE ACTING TALENT!”

“...Yes, it’s been wacky stipulations before. But, this time, it’s JUST an Open Battle Royal.”

…

“Ah! You mean a Battle Royal… in the form of a contest of who can open the most things! Well, I, Sir Lionel, offer an acting CLINIC on realistically opening jars! Doors! Lines of communication with your absentee father! An-”

“No! It’s just OPEN! As in, ‘open to anyone who wants to compete’ Battle Royal!”

…

“Ah! As in themed around the 2000 Japanese Film, Battle Royale! A tour de force! I was denied the role of the class’s murderous teacher because my impression of Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s was too accurate! An-”

“Lionel! There’s no theme! No gimmick! It’s just a REGULAR, DEFAULT RULES, NORMAL BATTLE ROYAL.”

“Just a buncha wrestlers! In a ring! Wrestling!”

…

Lionel drops the racquet, suddenly disinterested.

“Lionel! W-w-wait! Now you know the actual stipulation! You can cut a promo on the match as it actually is.”

Lionel sneers, as if the idea reviles him to his core.

“A… *normal* wrestling match?”

“Frankly, my Gene? I don’t give a damn.”]]>

“Tennis, anyone?”

Sir Lionel emerges onto a tennis court, sporting very… VERY short shorts, sweater vest, headband, and a child-sized tennis racquet. He looks like a country club wished on a star to be an alcoholic.

“Tis I! Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing! Declaring my intention to compete in the Battle Royal Open!”

Lionel swings his racquet like a samurai…

Which, for the record, isn’t how you swing a tennis racquet.

“Tennis! A sport of kings! Of culture! Of nobility!”

Lionel reaches into his pocket for a tennis ball.

“FIFTEEN-LOVE!” He throws the ball up… And swings!

The racquet leaves his hand!

WHAM! Striking a popcorn vendor, walking the third row! The vendor collapses! Kernels spill everywhere.

The ball bounces, completely untouched, beside Lionel.

…Lionel grins sheepishly. “Perhaps, I’m… a tad rusty…”

“However!” Lionel declares confidently. “When Thaddeus Duke announced the Battle Royale Open? A no-holds barred full-contact tennis tournament featuring the XWF’s brightest stars? I knew I had to iron my formal shorts, re-string my racquet an-”

“Lionel! Lioneeeeeeeel!” Lionel’s agent, Gene Branagh, jogs onto the court.

“Eugene! Come to celebrate my imminent victory?” Lionel retrieves another racquet, swinging at the grounded ball… with a golf swing.

WHAM! He connects!

In the stands, the popcorn vendor woozily rises to his feet…

SMACK! Lionel’s shot catches his skull!

The vendor flops down the stadium stairs, collapsing to the ground below!

“DEUCE!” Lionel waves apologetically.

“...You mean ‘Fore!’?”

“Four popcorns, you offer? Well, you can’t play tennis on an empty stomach…” Lionel reaches into his pocket for a bib with a tennis racquet embroidered on it.

“Lionel, it’s NOT the Battle Royal Open! It’s not a full-contact tennis tournament! It’s just an OPEN battle royal!”

“Ohhh, Pish-posh, Eugene! There’s always some special stipulation to these events… Like a… jousting tournament! Or a brawl in a bouncy castle! Opportunities for me to show off my IMMENSE ACTING TALENT!”

“...Yes, it’s been wacky stipulations before. But, this time, it’s JUST an Open Battle Royal.”

…

“Ah! You mean a Battle Royal… in the form of a contest of who can open the most things! Well, I, Sir Lionel, offer an acting CLINIC on realistically opening jars! Doors! Lines of communication with your absentee father! An-”

“No! It’s just OPEN! As in, ‘open to anyone who wants to compete’ Battle Royal!”

…

“Ah! As in themed around the 2000 Japanese Film, Battle Royale! A tour de force! I was denied the role of the class’s murderous teacher because my impression of Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s was too accurate! An-”

“Lionel! There’s no theme! No gimmick! It’s just a REGULAR, DEFAULT RULES, NORMAL BATTLE ROYAL.”

“Just a buncha wrestlers! In a ring! Wrestling!”

…

Lionel drops the racquet, suddenly disinterested.

“Lionel! W-w-wait! Now you know the actual stipulation! You can cut a promo on the match as it actually is.”

Lionel sneers, as if the idea reviles him to his core.

“A… *normal* wrestling match?”

“Frankly, my Gene? I don’t give a damn.”]]> <![CDATA[Showing Up]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49288 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 19:17:33 -0700 SolemnIncline]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49288
I found myself as I did many other nights, belly full of food and whiskey, satisfied. As I stepped out of the Cuban restaurant in my penny loafers and tan linen suit, I knew I looked good. I popped a dinner mint into my mouth and swished it around a bit, tasting it’s sweetness and reflected on our conversation.

Solomon was concerned, as he should be, about our chances of beating two former Universal champions here in Miami. He doesn’t know what I know. He hasn’t been where I’ve been. He doesn’t yet realize that he can rely on me in that ring, despite the fact I’m booked for other matches this weekend. Then there’s Mrs. Raven. Her husband and I have been friends for two decades. We’ve fought, both together and against one another. But Atty, she’s definitely a friend. I got to know and love her over the years, as one does with a best friend’s wife. I’m looking forward to having her in the fold, even if it wasn’t my idea.

The three of us stepped out into the night, neon reflecting off bright sports cars, the air reeking of salt and cigarette smoke. My partner is eager for a fight, itching to topple gods. The man they call “Psycho”, a nod to his father, is far from it most of the time. He’s laid back, even keel, but there is a simmering darkness, a desire to tear it all down and build it into something new. Me? I’ve already killed gods. I’ve already put down those deemed unkillable. I have nothing to prove except that maybe I can still hang with today’s generation…that I’ve still got it.

That’s when I saw him, a rogue, running away from his victim. In short? A purse thief. Definitely looked like an expensive purse too. I saw him running past and I heard the dame cry out. I knew I couldn’t sit idly by. Not when I still had ice in my veins. So I made a show of it. I knew eventually one of us three would be able to stop him. I didn’t trust the local pigs to take care of it and not let him get away.

I saw the kid rush headlong, straight after him. I took the scenic route. I lost track of both my partners along the way, as I wove in and out of tables, leapt over a few…probably shouldn’t have done that with my past back issues, but YOLO. I posed for pictures, kissed babies, generally gave Florida denizens a good show before I finally caught up with the man. I cut him off at a corner and confronted him. “Dude, that’s just not your color.”

Then, in a flash, he was down. Solomon went to tackle him and then Atty came outta nowhere with the leg sweep. Now that’s what I call teamwork! See the thief was like the Exiles. He acted like he’d gotten away with this before. It wasn’t his first rodeo. He thought he could outrun us, but no, not today, not when Aidan freaking Collins is on the case. Not with the Psycho and the Raven by my side. Today, the Tribe felt untouchable. I’m like Dominic Toretto and this is my family. The Exiles are just a soon-to-be divorced couple, arguing over custody of a Universal Title that neither holds claim to anymore. Time to accelerate the process. 

I was just thinking about how much my feet hurt running in loafers and Solomon suggested we return the purse to its owner. It was Atty who had the bright idea to look inside the purse. That’s when we found the stolen diamond. The plot thickened like well, me, when I see my wife.

“What exactly are you two being exiled from, again? It’s surely not the main event or any major title picture. If anything, it’s self-exile. SEB, you couldn’t hold the Empire of Calamity together. You let Aurora turn and join the Black Rainbow. You let Lucy fade into the background, both here and in UGWC. You pride yourself on being a leader, an emperor, but you are nothing but a glory hog, trying to soak in the spotlight for as long as you can. You still see yourself that way, though you have no empire to speak of.”

“You act as if you were forced to team together, like this tag team title run is a burden for you. Hell, you had a chance to break up this imperfect union. You two, the oh so mighty former Universal champions, bound by duty and a shared sense of…a need for attention, you lost those titles on your very first defense, to a couple of Black Rainbow valets, who decided they had enough training to beat two former Universal Champions. Was that not embarrassing for you? But no, your arrogance forced you to step up and challenge them again. They took you by surprise and no one does that to the Exiles! Then what happened? They also faded. They had served their purpose, showing how fragile the team of Sebastian Everett-Bryce and the artist formerly known as Prince Adeyemi is.”

“Or am I wrong? Is the princeling ready to call someone else king? Has SEB finally found a partnership that will last? I doubt it. After this match, you two probably have couple’s therapy scheduled. You’ll spend the whole time blaming each other for the loss against The Tribe. Neither of you will be the glue that holds team XWF together on night two. Your infighting might be the reason we lose. If not for Aidan, the whole thing might fall apart. Then, we come to the logical conclusion of all this, the latest dick measuring contest between two men who won’t be upstaged. I’ll give you this: you both are formidable on your own. Obviously you have had lots of success, but arguably your tag title union could be no more than mere luck. At Rebellion, you won the titles from Madison Dyson and Dolly Waters. Madison already had one foot out the door and Dolly was ready to focus on her singles career again. You managed to win despite yourselves, not because of any cohesion as a unit. I already told you that the Black Rainbow team was nothing more than a distraction, which is often their M.O.”

“The Tribe is more than just a buzz word. We didn’t just pick a cool sounding word and call it a day. Okay, maybe Aidan did initially, but that was nearly two decades ago. What began as a three man group with Ace Vincent and James Raven, formed in response to a big threat has become something more. It’s a family. RJ Palmer was originally an enemy and became a part of its legacy. During its inception, Aidan and the Tribe faced off against my dad, my legacy. I am the inevitable conclusion of a group like this. My own story prompted Aidan and the Tribe to return, to once again combat a threat, this time the Black Rainbow. People complain when Aidan and I provide history lessons and it figures. People want to pretend they are original, the best to ever do it, the first to do X…but they aren’t. Before Isaiah King, there was Lee Stone, Christian Connolly, Vincent Jamison. Before SEB, there was Steve Jason, Ranma Saotome, Jordan fucking Penn. Before them, there were names like Fran Damage and The Brand, Jem Williams and Dynamic Dynamite.”

“I am the legacy of the XWF and so is the Tribe. Aidan has been like family to me since I was a teenager. Our chemistry comes from long before I trained to wrestle. As a team, we beat almost everyone they put in front of us. Since our last tag match, we’ve only gotten stronger. The Tribe needs to grow to evolve and I recognized that. In the beginning there was Collins, Vincent and Raven. Now? We’ve got a lock on both shows with Collins, Kline and Raven. Echoes of the past spreading into the present and toward the future. No one doubts our chemistry, only that we have only had a few matches as a team, but honestly, we have the exact same record as you in tag team matches, the same amount of matches. But while you two were fighting over who was the better Universal champion, who’s the face of the company, Aidan and I were training as a unit.”

“The tides are changing. Thad is no longer in charge after Relentless. Dolly is forming a union. Charlie Nickles leads a tenuous corporation that can’t hold for long. Then there’s King Kieran, who promises to walk out of Relentless as Universal champion; a man who beat both of you in recent weeks. My entrance music, Dethrone, it’s not just a name, it’s a promise. We’re here to unseat you, all of you. Kings, emperors, cult leaders, union presidents, you name it. Exiles, The Tribe has come to relieve you of your duties. SEB, you have that briefcase in your back pocket, so you can redeem yourself, get back to the top where you believe you still belong. No Ned Kaye, no Isaiah to unseat you. Isaiah, you went back to your old name after James Shark beat you. Maybe you thought you were no longer worthy to carry the title of Prince. Clearly, you both have a lot to talk about in post-match “therapy” before you get to the true test, fighting each other. Do you really want to go into that fight as co-champions? I think it’s time for a changing of the guard. Let me be the one to personally escort you out, and when I’m done? You can be free of this makeshift team forever.”]]>
I found myself as I did many other nights, belly full of food and whiskey, satisfied. As I stepped out of the Cuban restaurant in my penny loafers and tan linen suit, I knew I looked good. I popped a dinner mint into my mouth and swished it around a bit, tasting it’s sweetness and reflected on our conversation.

Solomon was concerned, as he should be, about our chances of beating two former Universal champions here in Miami. He doesn’t know what I know. He hasn’t been where I’ve been. He doesn’t yet realize that he can rely on me in that ring, despite the fact I’m booked for other matches this weekend. Then there’s Mrs. Raven. Her husband and I have been friends for two decades. We’ve fought, both together and against one another. But Atty, she’s definitely a friend. I got to know and love her over the years, as one does with a best friend’s wife. I’m looking forward to having her in the fold, even if it wasn’t my idea.

The three of us stepped out into the night, neon reflecting off bright sports cars, the air reeking of salt and cigarette smoke. My partner is eager for a fight, itching to topple gods. The man they call “Psycho”, a nod to his father, is far from it most of the time. He’s laid back, even keel, but there is a simmering darkness, a desire to tear it all down and build it into something new. Me? I’ve already killed gods. I’ve already put down those deemed unkillable. I have nothing to prove except that maybe I can still hang with today’s generation…that I’ve still got it.

That’s when I saw him, a rogue, running away from his victim. In short? A purse thief. Definitely looked like an expensive purse too. I saw him running past and I heard the dame cry out. I knew I couldn’t sit idly by. Not when I still had ice in my veins. So I made a show of it. I knew eventually one of us three would be able to stop him. I didn’t trust the local pigs to take care of it and not let him get away.

I saw the kid rush headlong, straight after him. I took the scenic route. I lost track of both my partners along the way, as I wove in and out of tables, leapt over a few…probably shouldn’t have done that with my past back issues, but YOLO. I posed for pictures, kissed babies, generally gave Florida denizens a good show before I finally caught up with the man. I cut him off at a corner and confronted him. “Dude, that’s just not your color.”

Then, in a flash, he was down. Solomon went to tackle him and then Atty came outta nowhere with the leg sweep. Now that’s what I call teamwork! See the thief was like the Exiles. He acted like he’d gotten away with this before. It wasn’t his first rodeo. He thought he could outrun us, but no, not today, not when Aidan freaking Collins is on the case. Not with the Psycho and the Raven by my side. Today, the Tribe felt untouchable. I’m like Dominic Toretto and this is my family. The Exiles are just a soon-to-be divorced couple, arguing over custody of a Universal Title that neither holds claim to anymore. Time to accelerate the process. 

I was just thinking about how much my feet hurt running in loafers and Solomon suggested we return the purse to its owner. It was Atty who had the bright idea to look inside the purse. That’s when we found the stolen diamond. The plot thickened like well, me, when I see my wife.

“What exactly are you two being exiled from, again? It’s surely not the main event or any major title picture. If anything, it’s self-exile. SEB, you couldn’t hold the Empire of Calamity together. You let Aurora turn and join the Black Rainbow. You let Lucy fade into the background, both here and in UGWC. You pride yourself on being a leader, an emperor, but you are nothing but a glory hog, trying to soak in the spotlight for as long as you can. You still see yourself that way, though you have no empire to speak of.”

“You act as if you were forced to team together, like this tag team title run is a burden for you. Hell, you had a chance to break up this imperfect union. You two, the oh so mighty former Universal champions, bound by duty and a shared sense of…a need for attention, you lost those titles on your very first defense, to a couple of Black Rainbow valets, who decided they had enough training to beat two former Universal Champions. Was that not embarrassing for you? But no, your arrogance forced you to step up and challenge them again. They took you by surprise and no one does that to the Exiles! Then what happened? They also faded. They had served their purpose, showing how fragile the team of Sebastian Everett-Bryce and the artist formerly known as Prince Adeyemi is.”

“Or am I wrong? Is the princeling ready to call someone else king? Has SEB finally found a partnership that will last? I doubt it. After this match, you two probably have couple’s therapy scheduled. You’ll spend the whole time blaming each other for the loss against The Tribe. Neither of you will be the glue that holds team XWF together on night two. Your infighting might be the reason we lose. If not for Aidan, the whole thing might fall apart. Then, we come to the logical conclusion of all this, the latest dick measuring contest between two men who won’t be upstaged. I’ll give you this: you both are formidable on your own. Obviously you have had lots of success, but arguably your tag title union could be no more than mere luck. At Rebellion, you won the titles from Madison Dyson and Dolly Waters. Madison already had one foot out the door and Dolly was ready to focus on her singles career again. You managed to win despite yourselves, not because of any cohesion as a unit. I already told you that the Black Rainbow team was nothing more than a distraction, which is often their M.O.”

“The Tribe is more than just a buzz word. We didn’t just pick a cool sounding word and call it a day. Okay, maybe Aidan did initially, but that was nearly two decades ago. What began as a three man group with Ace Vincent and James Raven, formed in response to a big threat has become something more. It’s a family. RJ Palmer was originally an enemy and became a part of its legacy. During its inception, Aidan and the Tribe faced off against my dad, my legacy. I am the inevitable conclusion of a group like this. My own story prompted Aidan and the Tribe to return, to once again combat a threat, this time the Black Rainbow. People complain when Aidan and I provide history lessons and it figures. People want to pretend they are original, the best to ever do it, the first to do X…but they aren’t. Before Isaiah King, there was Lee Stone, Christian Connolly, Vincent Jamison. Before SEB, there was Steve Jason, Ranma Saotome, Jordan fucking Penn. Before them, there were names like Fran Damage and The Brand, Jem Williams and Dynamic Dynamite.”

“I am the legacy of the XWF and so is the Tribe. Aidan has been like family to me since I was a teenager. Our chemistry comes from long before I trained to wrestle. As a team, we beat almost everyone they put in front of us. Since our last tag match, we’ve only gotten stronger. The Tribe needs to grow to evolve and I recognized that. In the beginning there was Collins, Vincent and Raven. Now? We’ve got a lock on both shows with Collins, Kline and Raven. Echoes of the past spreading into the present and toward the future. No one doubts our chemistry, only that we have only had a few matches as a team, but honestly, we have the exact same record as you in tag team matches, the same amount of matches. But while you two were fighting over who was the better Universal champion, who’s the face of the company, Aidan and I were training as a unit.”

“The tides are changing. Thad is no longer in charge after Relentless. Dolly is forming a union. Charlie Nickles leads a tenuous corporation that can’t hold for long. Then there’s King Kieran, who promises to walk out of Relentless as Universal champion; a man who beat both of you in recent weeks. My entrance music, Dethrone, it’s not just a name, it’s a promise. We’re here to unseat you, all of you. Kings, emperors, cult leaders, union presidents, you name it. Exiles, The Tribe has come to relieve you of your duties. SEB, you have that briefcase in your back pocket, so you can redeem yourself, get back to the top where you believe you still belong. No Ned Kaye, no Isaiah to unseat you. Isaiah, you went back to your old name after James Shark beat you. Maybe you thought you were no longer worthy to carry the title of Prince. Clearly, you both have a lot to talk about in post-match “therapy” before you get to the true test, fighting each other. Do you really want to go into that fight as co-champions? I think it’s time for a changing of the guard. Let me be the one to personally escort you out, and when I’m done? You can be free of this makeshift team forever.”]]> <![CDATA[All I Know Is.........]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49286 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 18:51:45 -0700 Big D]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49286 "I'm not sure who I am anymore."

"I've been the heartbreaker, as well as the heartbreakEE. I've been a Champion, all the while being a former one, too. I've had highs, had lows; been rich, been poor. I fought friends, made enemies.......... and everything in between."

"I don't know if I'm big, or B.O.B.......... but what I DO know? Come Relentless............."

[Image: John-Cena-at-the-Jackpot-Premiere-in-LA.jpg]

"I'll be in the ring, once again!"

D's hands tremble at the electricity of being back in front of a non-pornographic camera.

"A Relentless Battle Royal, it's almost like deja vu. Thankfully for me, and everyone, really, Thunder Knuckles doesn't appear to be competing. I see him and Bobby got bigger fish to fry. Some things never change. There's always gonna be two absolutes in wrestling: Big D disappearing and reemerging as if he was never gone, and the Bastards dominating the Tag division."

D frowns.

"I don't expect a warm reception, hell, I don't expect a reception AT ALL! I'm not here to stroke any egos, whether it be mine or anyone else's. If TK and Bobby are cool with me, I'm cool with them. I'm not here to cause problems; I honestly don't know why I'm here to begin with! This could be a one off, quick cash grab, appearance (afterall, I never said if I was rich or poor currently); or it could be the beginning of something special! Only time will tell."

Big D's frown swiftly turns upside down, a sign that his mood has taken a 180, as well.

"As for the now, I got a Battle Royal to worry about, right? I've done a little rundown of the so-called 'competition' and it's essentially a pathetic little pish posh of XWF's catering section, mixed with a bunch of guys I can only imagine Vinnie Lane met doing drugs much harder than the average leaf. Sprinkled with a pig named after something that gives you diarrhea, and another a tool for my face! You'd have been better off goin' by Anal Bead, kid! And while I'm sure you'll outlast the likes of Da Bing Bong Twinzz and Mini Morbid, you certainly won't outlast the likes of ME!"

"If I HAD to pick one person, gun to my head, to call the alleged threat of the match.......... I'd have to pick the man likely holding said gun: Reggie Estrada. Now, that's not so much a compliment as it is an insult to everyone else involved, but if someone was gonna get me with a sneaky elimination from behind, he'd be the one..........."

D goes to walk away, but turns his head back with a few final words before he does.

"Big IF, though........... see ya in a few days!"]]> "I'm not sure who I am anymore."

"I've been the heartbreaker, as well as the heartbreakEE. I've been a Champion, all the while being a former one, too. I've had highs, had lows; been rich, been poor. I fought friends, made enemies.......... and everything in between."

"I don't know if I'm big, or B.O.B.......... but what I DO know? Come Relentless............."

[Image: John-Cena-at-the-Jackpot-Premiere-in-LA.jpg]

"I'll be in the ring, once again!"

D's hands tremble at the electricity of being back in front of a non-pornographic camera.

"A Relentless Battle Royal, it's almost like deja vu. Thankfully for me, and everyone, really, Thunder Knuckles doesn't appear to be competing. I see him and Bobby got bigger fish to fry. Some things never change. There's always gonna be two absolutes in wrestling: Big D disappearing and reemerging as if he was never gone, and the Bastards dominating the Tag division."

D frowns.

"I don't expect a warm reception, hell, I don't expect a reception AT ALL! I'm not here to stroke any egos, whether it be mine or anyone else's. If TK and Bobby are cool with me, I'm cool with them. I'm not here to cause problems; I honestly don't know why I'm here to begin with! This could be a one off, quick cash grab, appearance (afterall, I never said if I was rich or poor currently); or it could be the beginning of something special! Only time will tell."

Big D's frown swiftly turns upside down, a sign that his mood has taken a 180, as well.

"As for the now, I got a Battle Royal to worry about, right? I've done a little rundown of the so-called 'competition' and it's essentially a pathetic little pish posh of XWF's catering section, mixed with a bunch of guys I can only imagine Vinnie Lane met doing drugs much harder than the average leaf. Sprinkled with a pig named after something that gives you diarrhea, and another a tool for my face! You'd have been better off goin' by Anal Bead, kid! And while I'm sure you'll outlast the likes of Da Bing Bong Twinzz and Mini Morbid, you certainly won't outlast the likes of ME!"

"If I HAD to pick one person, gun to my head, to call the alleged threat of the match.......... I'd have to pick the man likely holding said gun: Reggie Estrada. Now, that's not so much a compliment as it is an insult to everyone else involved, but if someone was gonna get me with a sneaky elimination from behind, he'd be the one..........."

D goes to walk away, but turns his head back with a few final words before he does.

"Big IF, though........... see ya in a few days!"]]> <![CDATA[The Other White Meat]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49283 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 17:29:13 -0700 Taco]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49283 In Craft Services, XWF Chief Food Executive and Head Chef, Taco, is trundling through the kitchen with his adorable little chef’s hat on when he sees a poster for Relentless.

“Onk?”

He opines while his curly tail swishes lazily behind him.

Taco notices the battle royal happening on night one. He sees a lot of familiar faces as well as some newer names… but then something catches his eye.

Ham Sandwich.

“Onk!”

HAM sandwich.

“ONK!!!”




A




Sandwich





Made





Of





HAM.


“Onkonkonk SQUEEEEEEEEESQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Upon seeing the callous inclusion of the flesh of his species included as if it were some sort of celebrity, Taco’s eyes go dark.

He shakes his head until the hat falls from it and then curls his lip, baring his razor sharp tusks. The normally affable swine’s porcine body quivers with rage as he scrapes his front hooves against the floor.

There was a line, and it had been crossed.

There will be blood.]]> In Craft Services, XWF Chief Food Executive and Head Chef, Taco, is trundling through the kitchen with his adorable little chef’s hat on when he sees a poster for Relentless.

“Onk?”

He opines while his curly tail swishes lazily behind him.

Taco notices the battle royal happening on night one. He sees a lot of familiar faces as well as some newer names… but then something catches his eye.

Ham Sandwich.

“Onk!”

HAM sandwich.

“ONK!!!”




A




Sandwich





Made





Of





HAM.


“Onkonkonk SQUEEEEEEEEESQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Upon seeing the callous inclusion of the flesh of his species included as if it were some sort of celebrity, Taco’s eyes go dark.

He shakes his head until the hat falls from it and then curls his lip, baring his razor sharp tusks. The normally affable swine’s porcine body quivers with rage as he scrapes his front hooves against the floor.

There was a line, and it had been crossed.

There will be blood.]]> <![CDATA[Whom.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49282 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 17:12:24 -0700 SerenityHolmes]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49282 The Bells Toll For.]]> The Bells Toll For.]]> <![CDATA[Smothered & Covered]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49281 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 17:04:30 -0700 Da Bing Bong Twinzz]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49281 WEP-WEP

The alarm on MC C-Munqqquee and Li’l Ca$h-App’s Bugatti chirps when Munq presses the key fob. Da Bing Bong Twinzz head across the parking lot towards the Cracker Barrel.

“Yo bro, I was thinking now that me and Lexi are definitely back together and making love on a daily basis, I might add ‘Da Gawd’ to my rap name. What you think?”

“Damn bro I like that. I was actually thinking of adding to my name too. Maybe right i the middle add a ‘Pimp Nasty?’ Or do you like ‘Freak Dawg’ better?”

“Shiiiiii that’s a good question little bro them’s both sick AF fr fr.”

“Shiiiiii fr fr for sure.”

The twins walk inside the Cracker Barrel and come to a complete stop just inside the front door.

“Bro wtf is this?”

“What in the Mathias Syn is this woke shit?”

The place is completely remodeled. Bland and sanitary. The minimalist decor is a total 180 from what the restaurant used to look like. No more shelves full of kitsch, no more old man sitting next to a big barrel. It’s basically a Denny’s but with the decorative aesthetic of a veterinarian’s euthanasia room.

“Bro this is whack, bro. They even took the little triangle game off the tables, bro.”

“Fuck all this shit, we goin’ to Waffle House.”


A few minutes later the Bugatti pulls up into the lot of the Waffle House on Pelham Road.

WEP-WEP

The twins head inside and give a sigh of relief as the place is exactly the same as it always has been. Greasy and comfortable. C-Munq high fives the panhandler out front on the way in.

“Yo wattup, Gums? You still huffing your own jenkem?”

“Errday. You wanna sniff young buck?”

“Nah fam, we good.  If we wanted to smell a pile of hobo shit we would just enter a battle royal with a bunch of XWF betas.”

“Oh shit bro we did do that.”

“Damn bro you are right. I guess we will have to stink like shit when we go to Relentless and get a bunch of low talent low testosterone low tax bracket hands put on us on our way to a surefire victory. Who the fuck gon’ stop us?”

“Sure as shit won’t be Razor Blade. Why ain’t old ass John Blade here in this shit instead of his little Dennis the Menace lookin’ ass brother or nephew or whatever? That boy don’t look like he can even lock his arms out straight with two hundred on the bar.”

“You know he takes a strap-on pegging from Latoya Hixx before bedtime every night, bro, you can just tell by lookin’ at him.”

“Who the fuck is Taco?”

“It’s a damn pig, bro. We could cook and eat that fatass punk if we dined on swine. But we don’t, obviously.”

“Obviously. Also Liam Roberts is a bitch.”

“A whole bitch. You would needa stuff Mini Morbid inside Ari Silverstein’s asshole to make another bitch like Liam.”

“Reggie Estrada too. He looks like that hatchet wielding hitchhiker from Netflix but with AIDS.”

“I’m hungry bro let’s get these hash browns.”

The twins grab their laminated menus and sit down to be served.]]> WEP-WEP

The alarm on MC C-Munqqquee and Li’l Ca$h-App’s Bugatti chirps when Munq presses the key fob. Da Bing Bong Twinzz head across the parking lot towards the Cracker Barrel.

“Yo bro, I was thinking now that me and Lexi are definitely back together and making love on a daily basis, I might add ‘Da Gawd’ to my rap name. What you think?”

“Damn bro I like that. I was actually thinking of adding to my name too. Maybe right i the middle add a ‘Pimp Nasty?’ Or do you like ‘Freak Dawg’ better?”

“Shiiiiii that’s a good question little bro them’s both sick AF fr fr.”

“Shiiiiii fr fr for sure.”

The twins walk inside the Cracker Barrel and come to a complete stop just inside the front door.

“Bro wtf is this?”

“What in the Mathias Syn is this woke shit?”

The place is completely remodeled. Bland and sanitary. The minimalist decor is a total 180 from what the restaurant used to look like. No more shelves full of kitsch, no more old man sitting next to a big barrel. It’s basically a Denny’s but with the decorative aesthetic of a veterinarian’s euthanasia room.

“Bro this is whack, bro. They even took the little triangle game off the tables, bro.”

“Fuck all this shit, we goin’ to Waffle House.”


A few minutes later the Bugatti pulls up into the lot of the Waffle House on Pelham Road.

WEP-WEP

The twins head inside and give a sigh of relief as the place is exactly the same as it always has been. Greasy and comfortable. C-Munq high fives the panhandler out front on the way in.

“Yo wattup, Gums? You still huffing your own jenkem?”

“Errday. You wanna sniff young buck?”

“Nah fam, we good.  If we wanted to smell a pile of hobo shit we would just enter a battle royal with a bunch of XWF betas.”

“Oh shit bro we did do that.”

“Damn bro you are right. I guess we will have to stink like shit when we go to Relentless and get a bunch of low talent low testosterone low tax bracket hands put on us on our way to a surefire victory. Who the fuck gon’ stop us?”

“Sure as shit won’t be Razor Blade. Why ain’t old ass John Blade here in this shit instead of his little Dennis the Menace lookin’ ass brother or nephew or whatever? That boy don’t look like he can even lock his arms out straight with two hundred on the bar.”

“You know he takes a strap-on pegging from Latoya Hixx before bedtime every night, bro, you can just tell by lookin’ at him.”

“Who the fuck is Taco?”

“It’s a damn pig, bro. We could cook and eat that fatass punk if we dined on swine. But we don’t, obviously.”

“Obviously. Also Liam Roberts is a bitch.”

“A whole bitch. You would needa stuff Mini Morbid inside Ari Silverstein’s asshole to make another bitch like Liam.”

“Reggie Estrada too. He looks like that hatchet wielding hitchhiker from Netflix but with AIDS.”

“I’m hungry bro let’s get these hash browns.”

The twins grab their laminated menus and sit down to be served.]]> <![CDATA[Chapter VIII: When the Party's Over]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49280 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 17:02:09 -0700 XXXVI]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49280

XXXVI sits on the moonlit shore of a Miami beach, people all around, yet he sits alone, waves crashing loudly in contrast. Amidst their rhythm, a faint digital countdown begins: 00:36…00:35…00:34. Our view lingers on the shadowed water until it’s interrupted by a voice, not CIX’s, but the Director’s.

“I’ve given dear Cierra the night off. You want something done right? Do it yourself. While PVE wants to be me, he’ll never do that. But that’s a tale for a different time. In each moment, XXXVI, my agent, has risen while Thunder Knuckles drowned in his own excess. My dear captive audience, tonight I lay out the facts. When the man behind the mask speaks, you’ll feel the judgement he will bring.”

XXXVI:
“Rebellion. I heralded my debut, providing thirty-six seconds. Time enough for one or both competitors, Oz and Inquisition, to escape. I spared Oz that night. I didn’t target you, Knuckles. Perhaps I should have. I hunted the other masked man, my mirror. The message was clear. When time ran out, I remained. XXXVI had arrived.”

Director (cutting in):
“You? You found yourself defending against Scoops McGee and Game Girl. You swung a chair in defiance when the match didn’t go your way. You, along with Mr. Bourbon, ended a young woman’s career, because you couldn’t win clean. That isn’t dominance. That’s desperation masquerading as bravado. You also wear a mask, figuratively.”

XXXVI:
“In Lexington, at Leap of Faith, all eyes were on me, when all was written. I climbed high, reached far and nearly tore your empire down. The crowd was behind me. They saw the fight I brought, alone. I didn’t need Oz, the betrayer. I didn’t need help, nor excuses. I took the fight to both of you, despite my partner’s repeated attempts to hand you an easy victory. I soared, planting a swanton on you and the Final Countdown on Bobby. You sowed chaos and Scoops offered me a hand. I didn’t ask for his help, yet I am thankful anyway. Respect is earned, not stolen.”

Director:
“That same night, TK, You lost by disqualification. Again. Chair in hand, arrogance in your veins, your title still in your grasp, not by a win, by the skin of your teeth, which for now are intact. You left with no honor, no victory and no reason to celebrate. You did, however, claim another prize that night. You defeated the false kind, Justin York and left a double champion. You were the Revolution champion."

00:23…00:22…00:21…tick-tock.

XXXVI:
“You came into Sturgis, your home turf, like a house of fire. You weren’t satisfied beating York. You had to put down Matthias, the longest-reigning former Revolution Champion. I’ll give credit where it’s due. You held onto your gold. But me? I settled the score. I put down Oz, whom you leaned on, who tagged himself in when I was ready to fight. I bit down with the Teeth of God. I left him buried and broken, under a pile of motorcycles. Buried like you tried to do to me. Oz didn’t earn his shot at Relentless. It was handed to him on a silver platter. It’s not lost on me that he may lie down once more for you, but he claims to want to fight this time. Me? I always fight. I don’t lie down. I won't die.”

Director:
“You are branded as a Revolution, but you are a drunkard king. Cowards revolve around you like a sun. Your Bastard brotherhood is a coffin. Every ally rots, as if Midas asked for dirt instead of gold. You hold onto gold with the loosest of grips. You thought you buried my agent in your cute little time capsule of conquered foes. You didn’t. You failed to finish the job and now he rises from under the dirt pile, your only legacy. What’s worse? He’s coming for you now. You and your gold."

00:18…00:17..00:16…getting closer.

XXXVI turns his back to the camera, pulls off the mask, draws down his hood, revealing flowing dark brown hair, almost black. The man behind the mask speaks without revealing his face, his voice hardened some.

“At Relentless, it’s just us, Thunder Knuckles. I can remove my mask and still be real, dangerous, worthy. You will keep yours on, the facade of immortality. With no Bobby to grab the ref, no Oz to play at being a corpse, no Scoops to level the playing field, what’s left? You are not sempiternal. You, and your singles title reign will prove to be ephemeral. You want to be the party that never ends, but when the party’s over…when you’re too cool to even clean your nose out, there is silence, the cold walk of shame home. A place where I’ve lived for years. For you, it’s three seconds of silence that will spell the end.”

Director (cold):
“Your endless mistakes will cost, you, TK. You believe yourself untouchable, but you sit on a throne, nay an empire of glass and XXXVI is the stone. You tried to bury him, but as he drags you screaming to the grave, cawing like a crow, I won’t hesitate to spit on it.”

00:10…00:09…00:08…Failure to launch, Mr. Knuckles?

“At Rebellion, I gave thirty-six seconds before I appeared. At Relentless, I’ll only need three. Your grave mistake in Lexington will cost you everything. I look to Nepal. Like them, I’ll raise my own revolution and bring down an empire and in record time. I rise, you fall, the cycle continues. For once, I silence the noise that you thrive on. You sought to bury me once, but this time, I bury you. I restarted my life, ended the party lifestyle during the pandemic, ironically a time where we were told to keep six feet of distance between us. Just like then, there will be six feet between us, but with you below and me above, the new Revolution champion."

Director (a whisper as the scene fades to black):

“Time’s up.”

00:00. Silence. Darkness.]]>

XXXVI sits on the moonlit shore of a Miami beach, people all around, yet he sits alone, waves crashing loudly in contrast. Amidst their rhythm, a faint digital countdown begins: 00:36…00:35…00:34. Our view lingers on the shadowed water until it’s interrupted by a voice, not CIX’s, but the Director’s.

“I’ve given dear Cierra the night off. You want something done right? Do it yourself. While PVE wants to be me, he’ll never do that. But that’s a tale for a different time. In each moment, XXXVI, my agent, has risen while Thunder Knuckles drowned in his own excess. My dear captive audience, tonight I lay out the facts. When the man behind the mask speaks, you’ll feel the judgement he will bring.”

XXXVI:
“Rebellion. I heralded my debut, providing thirty-six seconds. Time enough for one or both competitors, Oz and Inquisition, to escape. I spared Oz that night. I didn’t target you, Knuckles. Perhaps I should have. I hunted the other masked man, my mirror. The message was clear. When time ran out, I remained. XXXVI had arrived.”

Director (cutting in):
“You? You found yourself defending against Scoops McGee and Game Girl. You swung a chair in defiance when the match didn’t go your way. You, along with Mr. Bourbon, ended a young woman’s career, because you couldn’t win clean. That isn’t dominance. That’s desperation masquerading as bravado. You also wear a mask, figuratively.”

XXXVI:
“In Lexington, at Leap of Faith, all eyes were on me, when all was written. I climbed high, reached far and nearly tore your empire down. The crowd was behind me. They saw the fight I brought, alone. I didn’t need Oz, the betrayer. I didn’t need help, nor excuses. I took the fight to both of you, despite my partner’s repeated attempts to hand you an easy victory. I soared, planting a swanton on you and the Final Countdown on Bobby. You sowed chaos and Scoops offered me a hand. I didn’t ask for his help, yet I am thankful anyway. Respect is earned, not stolen.”

Director:
“That same night, TK, You lost by disqualification. Again. Chair in hand, arrogance in your veins, your title still in your grasp, not by a win, by the skin of your teeth, which for now are intact. You left with no honor, no victory and no reason to celebrate. You did, however, claim another prize that night. You defeated the false kind, Justin York and left a double champion. You were the Revolution champion."

00:23…00:22…00:21…tick-tock.

XXXVI:
“You came into Sturgis, your home turf, like a house of fire. You weren’t satisfied beating York. You had to put down Matthias, the longest-reigning former Revolution Champion. I’ll give credit where it’s due. You held onto your gold. But me? I settled the score. I put down Oz, whom you leaned on, who tagged himself in when I was ready to fight. I bit down with the Teeth of God. I left him buried and broken, under a pile of motorcycles. Buried like you tried to do to me. Oz didn’t earn his shot at Relentless. It was handed to him on a silver platter. It’s not lost on me that he may lie down once more for you, but he claims to want to fight this time. Me? I always fight. I don’t lie down. I won't die.”

Director:
“You are branded as a Revolution, but you are a drunkard king. Cowards revolve around you like a sun. Your Bastard brotherhood is a coffin. Every ally rots, as if Midas asked for dirt instead of gold. You hold onto gold with the loosest of grips. You thought you buried my agent in your cute little time capsule of conquered foes. You didn’t. You failed to finish the job and now he rises from under the dirt pile, your only legacy. What’s worse? He’s coming for you now. You and your gold."

00:18…00:17..00:16…getting closer.

XXXVI turns his back to the camera, pulls off the mask, draws down his hood, revealing flowing dark brown hair, almost black. The man behind the mask speaks without revealing his face, his voice hardened some.

“At Relentless, it’s just us, Thunder Knuckles. I can remove my mask and still be real, dangerous, worthy. You will keep yours on, the facade of immortality. With no Bobby to grab the ref, no Oz to play at being a corpse, no Scoops to level the playing field, what’s left? You are not sempiternal. You, and your singles title reign will prove to be ephemeral. You want to be the party that never ends, but when the party’s over…when you’re too cool to even clean your nose out, there is silence, the cold walk of shame home. A place where I’ve lived for years. For you, it’s three seconds of silence that will spell the end.”

Director (cold):
“Your endless mistakes will cost, you, TK. You believe yourself untouchable, but you sit on a throne, nay an empire of glass and XXXVI is the stone. You tried to bury him, but as he drags you screaming to the grave, cawing like a crow, I won’t hesitate to spit on it.”

00:10…00:09…00:08…Failure to launch, Mr. Knuckles?

“At Rebellion, I gave thirty-six seconds before I appeared. At Relentless, I’ll only need three. Your grave mistake in Lexington will cost you everything. I look to Nepal. Like them, I’ll raise my own revolution and bring down an empire and in record time. I rise, you fall, the cycle continues. For once, I silence the noise that you thrive on. You sought to bury me once, but this time, I bury you. I restarted my life, ended the party lifestyle during the pandemic, ironically a time where we were told to keep six feet of distance between us. Just like then, there will be six feet between us, but with you below and me above, the new Revolution champion."

Director (a whisper as the scene fades to black):

“Time’s up.”

00:00. Silence. Darkness.]]> <![CDATA[The Exiles Take On… Each Other?!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49279 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 13:44:39 -0700 Sebastian Everett-Bryce]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49279 The Exiles Take On… Each Other?!]]> The Exiles Take On… Each Other?!]]> <![CDATA[Call...]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49277 Wed, 17 Sep 2025 06:00:07 -0700 FaceTheDoll]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49277






Call]]>






Call]]> <![CDATA[The Nightmare has returned to Relentless]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49275 Tue, 16 Sep 2025 18:57:31 -0700 Razor]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=49275 The crowd are seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly went 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 Hard Rock 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?
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 Miami, Florida 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!''
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-3_2025-08-02_22-50-52-696x392.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Miami, ... Florida....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
[Image: dchisd1353_06_ntwk_rev_1.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I have just three question for you, this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erupted into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
[Image: WWE-Smackdown-Cody-Rhodes-7-25-25.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: nine days ago at Anarchy. I didn't win my Singles match against Amber Mansly.
You heard some boos from the crowd as Razor nodded.
[Image: 01jdjahm840p43ykj35m.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday... night Relentless IX against Clutch Cassidy Taco and Jamaican Jimmy.
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.
[Image: images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRj3ZCSOGrYGQ1MrNeIX1H...Y&usqp=CAU]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: it's been a minute since I've been in action on XWF, in fact the last time that I was here on Relentless IX...
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? Reggie Estrada...
The crowd cheered instantly at the mention which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
[Image: cody-rhodes-mitb-696x392.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? it's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °280 Because now? Battle royal is hell bent on making other Superstar's lives
miserable. Case in
point... eight on nine.
A mixed reaction is heard for Battle Royal match.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Good for them, Ace Sky. 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 Friday night Relentless IX Battle Royal Action...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you all are going to cross paths for the first time 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 Open Battle royal match between Morbid, Roberts and Da Bing Bong twinzz.
and I.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though Taco has been able to outthink, out The box up until this point.
Razor nodded.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  if there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
all never underestimate... Latoya. there is somebody who knows how to play Mind game better... than Reggie Estrada himself. not taking anyone seriously away from us, as far as
every men and women for their self's I intend on being on?
Relentless IX
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna win this battle royal and head onto the next event of Warfare or Anarchy to fight for a XWF Universal Championship, least they all welcome to try to toss me out of the open battle royal at Relentless IX and that name will be none other than Dolly Waters.
Razor said. before shrugging.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  I'm gonna be the one who walks out of Relentless IX as the winner of the open battle royal that fine line between the one of all men and women,. I already have someone in mind to win the battle royal match and that's Me.
and myself will do whatever it takes to give all these people a chance to be the next Battle royal for the Universal title in the nearest future once I get back into the ring with these men and women who goes by Taco when we have our Open Battle royal action this Friday on Relentless IX at XWF.
Razor would grin.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  and  will be fighting every person for themselves  to make sure everything goes right unless someone unlike my worst enemy of all. doesn't have anything up there sleeve when I get back for Relentless IX and kindly beat there ass for the first time since our  Open battle royal run in XWF and some day I will become your next XWF Universal Champion from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Open Battle royal for The No'1 Contender for the Universal title ... 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 crowd are seen chatting amongst one another when the lights suddenly went 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 Hard Rock 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?
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 Miami, Florida 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!''
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-3_2025-08-02_22-50-52-696x392.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Miami, ... Florida....
The crowd popped as they normally did whenever their city was mentioned.
[Image: dchisd1353_06_ntwk_rev_1.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I have just three question for you, this evening...
Razor lowered the microphone as he looked around, a smirk forming on his face.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: What do you wanna talk about?
The crowd erupted into cheers as Razor grinned, his tongue sticking out slightly.
[Image: WWE-Smackdown-Cody-Rhodes-7-25-25.png]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: nine days ago at Anarchy. I didn't win my Singles match against Amber Mansly.
You heard some boos from the crowd as Razor nodded.
[Image: 01jdjahm840p43ykj35m.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: or do you wanna talk about why Razor Blade is here live on Friday... night Relentless IX against Clutch Cassidy Taco and Jamaican Jimmy.
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.
[Image: images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRj3ZCSOGrYGQ1MrNeIX1H...Y&usqp=CAU]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: it's been a minute since I've been in action on XWF, in fact the last time that I was here on Relentless IX...
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? Reggie Estrada...
The crowd cheered instantly at the mention which caught Razor a little off guard as he looked around, nodding his head.
[Image: cody-rhodes-mitb-696x392.jpg]
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right? it's funny how things, people... can change in a year's time, do a complete °280 Because now? Battle royal is hell bent on making other Superstar's lives
miserable. Case in
point... eight on nine.
A mixed reaction is heard for Battle Royal match.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Good for them, Ace Sky. 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 Friday night Relentless IX Battle Royal Action...
Razor briefly glanced out at the crowd before returning his attention to the camera.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I know you all are going to cross paths for the first time 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 Open Battle royal match between Morbid, Roberts and Da Bing Bong twinzz.
and I.
Razor licked his lips.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: Right now it seems as though Taco has been able to outthink, out The box up until this point.
Razor nodded.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  if there's one thing that I've learned over the years, it's that you
all never underestimate... Latoya. there is somebody who knows how to play Mind game better... than Reggie Estrada himself. not taking anyone seriously away from us, as far as
every men and women for their self's I intend on being on?
Relentless IX
Razor paused, pondering it as he heard the crowd chanting their suggestions.
American nightmare| Razor Blade: I'm gonna win this battle royal and head onto the next event of Warfare or Anarchy to fight for a XWF Universal Championship, least they all welcome to try to toss me out of the open battle royal at Relentless IX and that name will be none other than Dolly Waters.
Razor said. before shrugging.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  I'm gonna be the one who walks out of Relentless IX as the winner of the open battle royal that fine line between the one of all men and women,. I already have someone in mind to win the battle royal match and that's Me.
and myself will do whatever it takes to give all these people a chance to be the next Battle royal for the Universal title in the nearest future once I get back into the ring with these men and women who goes by Taco when we have our Open Battle royal action this Friday on Relentless IX at XWF.
Razor would grin.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  and  will be fighting every person for themselves  to make sure everything goes right unless someone unlike my worst enemy of all. doesn't have anything up there sleeve when I get back for Relentless IX and kindly beat there ass for the first time since our  Open battle royal run in XWF and some day I will become your next XWF Universal Champion from being undesirable...
The crowd cheered loudly.
American nightmare| Razor Blade:  to un-god damn-deniable and to become Open Battle royal for The No'1 Contender for the Universal title ... 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.
]]>