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<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Bad Medicine 2026 RP Board]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Fri, 17 Jul 2026 08:40:40 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Lane'l Pennyfarthing in "This Song Ain't the Only Thing That Slaps, Yo!"]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50284 Thu, 16 Jul 2026 22:53:46 -0700 Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50284
EXPLOSIONS!

Lane’l Pennyfarthing blows through a curtain, air-guitaring toward a press conference table.

A banner hangs…

LOVERBOY: THE VINNIE LANE STORY

”Press peeps and amigos with award-season-voting-power…”

“YOU READY TO ROOOOOOOOOOOOOCK?!?”

Many overlapping questions!

”Wow! Y’all are jazz-oohed through the wazoo, huh? We’ll start with… Sayors, my hombre!”

”Mister Pennyfarthing. You’re facing legendary slap-fighter Kentucky Taggart in a Power Slap Fight…”

”Totes! Part of my movie promotion obligations is WRASSLIN’! I’m proud to be Lane and get insane!”

”On the topic of insanity… Are you insane?”

”...Perdón?”

”Sorry, I’ll rephrase. Are you aware that Tuck smacked the taste from a man’s mouth?”

”Haha, fun idiom, Steve, bu-”

”Not an idiom. He smacked a man so hard, he can no longer taste.”

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”...Well. Maybe that guy’s chin was SAAAWFT, yo! I got my Vinnie-like face by gettin’ hammered! WITH HAMMERS!”

”And are you aware Tuck constructed his bar exclusively with smacks because he claimed… Hammers are for carpetbaggers?”

”...Let’s give someone else a turn, Steve-oh. You!”

”XWF Legal Department. Post-mortem, would you like to donate your facial remains to smack-based science?”

”Yooooo! I’ve smacked down many clowns! Oz! Furry! Y’all think I can’t eat a Kentucky-fried smack snack!?!”

The journalists huddle…

…

They turn back.

”No, we don’t.”

…

”...Gulp.”

”…shit!”

Inside Lane’l’s dressing room, he’s shoving wigs and costumes into a duffel bag!

”Okay… just gotta… steal the reels, finish the movie under an assumed name in… Mexico?”

…He eyes his dressing room mirror.

”...Wait. Does Mexico have Oscars?”

”Totes. They’re called the Ignacios. Not to beso-and-dice, but one Ignacios, I got a trabajo de mano from Gloria Estefan.”

Lane’l’s reflection winks.

…Lane’l blinks.

”…Shit, did I go too method and do whippets again?”

”L-man! It’s me, Vinnie! Why you packin’? Our destination is POWERSLAP CITY!”

”DUDE! Kentucky will smack my skull to SHARDS!”

”YOU wanted this part, yo! Wanna play Loverboy? It ain’t all guns ‘n roses! Welcome to the Jungle!”

”Getting smacked around IS the Loverboy experience! I’ve been hit with chairs, electrocuted, lobotomized… I even got #MeToo’d!”

”...Hence why the film ends in 2020 with a title card reading ‘AND NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED TO VINNIE’.”

”I ate smacks and made fat stacks! Without those smacks, could I have become Uni champ? Entered the Hall of Legends?”

”...True…”

”Could I have crossed the Delaware to stop the Germans from trapping Cherie in an empty refrigerator?”

” ...ex-squeeze me?”

”My girl Punky was there!”

Vinnie nods toward the corner.

”Right, Punky?”

…The corner’s empty.

”Haha, Punky, that’s not how you pronounce ‘macaroni’!”

”...My imaginary friend has an imaginary friend… and a concussion history.”

”Dawg, you GOTTA beat this Tuck dork! For freedom!”

”...Freedom?”

”Tuck’s a bouncer, dude! Bouncers are, like… concert cops! Smackin’ down the people’s right to a good time! Tommy Jefferson wrote that into the Constitution between giving Betsy Ross stripes and leaving her seeing stars! America, yo!”

”Vinnie, I’m British.”

”Britain’s just Original Recipe America! Somewhere in you is a right hand begging to smack any fool telling him to turn it down!”

”Turn it down? Sounds like the reviews of my one-man show… Referring to both my acting AND my microphone…”

”Dawg! Critics are … art cops! Blasting sirens when you’re flowin’ down Creativity Boulevard! Is art made by coloring inside lines?”

”NAY, SIR! Art is WROUGHT from delving into humanity’s darkest pits, wrenching out something REAL.”

”That’s ROCK!”

”...Rock?”

”That voice tellin’ you to crank that ten-dial volume to THIRTEEN! When squares say turn it down, you introduce them to FIVE FINGERS!”

”C’mon, we got smacks to dish out.”

…

”Do I… take the mirror with me?”

TRASH TALK MUSIC VIDEO!

Lane’l emerges onto a stage before a packed arena!

A buff dude with ‘BOUNCER’ across his t-sirt smacks attendees, ordering them to quiet down!

”Gotta start the SHOW!”

“Ladies scream my name, but a dork in the crowd tells ‘em...”

“NO!”

(NO!)

“WhoaWhoa-WhoaWhoa-Whooooooooooooa!!”

The Bouncer orders hotties not to dance!

One babe raises a ‘LOVERBOY’ sign... The Bouncer SMACKS it from her hands!

”Feel that buuuuuurnin’ rage!”

“You’re smackin’ ‘round the people, puttin’ all my fans in a…”

“CAGE!”

(CAGE)

“That! Ain’t! ROOOOOOOOOCK!”

Lane’l storms toward him!

”Think you’re badass, Tuck?”

“You’re a dweeb, killin’ the parteeeeeeeeee!”

“These people wanna ROCK! You SHUT! THAT! DOWN!?!?”

“Man, you’re a COP!”

(THWOP)

RIGHT-HAND SLAP!

The Bouncer spins twice!

The people scream in celebration!

The Bouncer goes to Suh-MACK Lane’l!

…Lane’l’s face barely moves!

”Ya hit like a COP!”

(THWOP)

Open-hand LEFT!

The Bouncer’s been BOUNCED!!

Later, the Bouncer’s at home…

He’s on an XWF message board… talking shit about Anarchy?!?

”And I goooooooooootta say!”

“Tuck’s stalking Oz, challenging that punk to slap-fights, that’s…”

“LAME!”

(LAME!)

“LameLame-LameLame-LAAAAAAAAAME!”

He web-surfs to IMDB!

Lane’l’s movie has a perfect rating!

”Wanna hunt, ‘Tough Guy’?”

“You’re shooting fish inside a barrel, TELL! ME!…”

“WHY?”

(WHY!)

“Gettin’ kinda saaaaaaaaaaad.”

He sneers jealously, scrolling through rave reviews!

”You got the stuff to swing at tougher folks, Kentuckiiiiiiiiie.”

“You’d rather pick on chumps? You TO-TAL CREEP!”

He spitefully clicks ONE-Star!

Lane’l BURSTS through the wall!

”You’re such a COP!”

(THWOP)

DOUBLE-HAND SMACK!

The Bouncer’s skull slams THROUGH his monitor!

SPARKS FLY!

”Gonna make you DROP!”

(THWOP)

Lane’l SMACKS the monitor’s side! It explodes into circuits! The Bouncer FLOPS prone!

”Use your face like a… MOP!”

(THWOP)

Lane’l SMACKS the prone fool, sending him face-first across the floor!

GUITAR SOLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

An officer writes Lane’l a noise citation.

”COP!”

SMACKED!

A librarian fines him $0.15.

”COP!”

SMACKED!

A buffet sign reads ‘One Plate Per Customer’...

”COP!”

SMACKED!

”We’re DONE! WITH! COPS!”

Someone turns down Lane’l’s music…

”COP!”

SMACKED!

An editor trims an unnecessary scene in Lane’l’s movie…

”COP!”

SMACKED!

Elon Musk informs Lane’l he can’t say anti-police rhetoric!

”COP!”

SMACKED!

”We’re DONE! WITH! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS!”

Lane’l SMACKS ELON!

ELON FLIES OUTTA XWF HEADQUARTERS!

THROUGH THE SKY!

INTO THE SUN!

EXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSION!

THE WORLD APPLAUDS! GLOBAL STANDING OVATION!

”Hear all those hands slappin’, Tuck?”

“Them’s the hands comin’ straight for your face!”]]>
EXPLOSIONS!

Lane’l Pennyfarthing blows through a curtain, air-guitaring toward a press conference table.

A banner hangs…

LOVERBOY: THE VINNIE LANE STORY

TRASH TALK MUSIC VIDEO!

(THWOP)

RIGHT-HAND SLAP!

The Bouncer spins twice!

The people scream in celebration!

The Bouncer goes to Suh-MACK Lane’l!

…Lane’l’s face barely moves!

”Ya hit like a COP!”

(THWOP)

DOUBLE-HAND SMACK!

The Bouncer’s skull slams THROUGH his monitor!

SPARKS FLY!

”Gonna make you DROP!”

(THWOP)

Lane’l SMACKS the monitor’s side! It explodes into circuits! The Bouncer FLOPS prone!

”Use your face like a… MOP!”

(THWOP)

Lane’l SMACKS the prone fool, sending him face-first across the floor!

GUITAR SOLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

An officer writes Lane’l a noise citation.

”COP!”

SMACKED!

A librarian fines him $0.15.

”COP!”

SMACKED!

A buffet sign reads ‘One Plate Per Customer’...

”COP!”

SMACKED!

”We’re DONE! WITH! COPS!”

Someone turns down Lane’l’s music…

”COP!”

SMACKED!

An editor trims an unnecessary scene in Lane’l’s movie…

”COP!”

SMACKED!

Elon Musk informs Lane’l he can’t say anti-police rhetoric!

”COP!”

SMACKED!

”We’re DONE! WITH! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS!”

Lane’l SMACKS ELON!

ELON FLIES OUTTA XWF HEADQUARTERS!

THROUGH THE SKY!

INTO THE SUN!

EXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSION!

THE WORLD APPLAUDS! GLOBAL STANDING OVATION!

”Hear all those hands slappin’, Tuck?”

“Them’s the hands comin’ straight for your face!”]]> <![CDATA[Pickin' Up The Pieces]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50279 Thu, 16 Jul 2026 16:29:18 -0700 (Gravy_Xtreme_5000)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50279

Sebastian Everett-Bryce built himself an empire.

That's what the sign said anyway.

WELCOME TO THE SEB EMPIRE

Somebody slapped that shit across this big stone archway in gold. Even had little flags hanging off the top and Sebastian's stupid face carved into both sides.

They'd chiseled his jaw stronger than in real life.

That big stupid arch sat there mocking Gravy.

"Huh..."

He reached up and dug his thumbnail into one of the gold letters.

The paint chipped right off.

"Cheap fucker."

He wiped the shiny shit onto his chest, already itching to break more.

From a distance, the city looked nice. White buildings. Shiny roofs. Big towers sticking up everywhere. Statues. Fountains. People wandering around in clean clothes, smiling like the whole damn place wasn't one hard sneeze away from falling over.

But up close?

It looked like shit.

One wall had a crack running from the foundation all the way to the top. Somebody had hung a banner down the side to try and hide it.

There were workers on damn near every roof. Hammering. Painting. Carrying chunks of rock around. One guy was holding up a gold piece of trim trying to nail it back on.

Gravy stopped to watch.

The hammer missed its mark and smashed his thumb.

"DAMNIT!"

Gravy laughed and kept walking.

In the middle of the street stood a statue of Sebastian holding the Universal Championship over his head. He had one boot planted on some generic enemy. Whoever it was didn't have a face.

Probably saved money on royalties that way.

Gravy circled it a few times in awe.

He leaned in and read the little gold plaque.

SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE

CONQUEROR. BUILDER. KING.

Gravy looked up at the statue.

"Really? Conqueror my ass."

He slapped the side of it.

It echoed like an empty barrel.

"Well, that ain't good."

"Please do not touch the monument."

Gravy turned to find a skinny little fella standing behind him in purple robes. He had a stack of papers tucked under one arm and a gold necklace with Sebastian's face stamped on it.

He looked like the kinda guy who got real upset whenever somebody folded the corner of a book page.

Gravy locked eyes with him and slapped the statue again.

The skinny man flinched.

"I said, please do not touch it!"

"Yeah, I heard ya."

"Then why did you do it again?"

Gravy shrugged.

"Cause I can."

The man sucked air through his nose.

"That monument was commissioned personally by His Majesty to commemorate the beginning of a new age."

Gravy looked at the statue and then back at him.

"Who's the fella under his boot supposed to be?"

The man glanced down at the faceless body.

"It is meant to represent the past."

"Past got tits?"

Alistair glanced at the suspiciously rounded chest.

"It is symbolic."

"Of Sebastian steppin' on some bitch?"

"I didn't sculpt it!"

"Well, don't yell at me!"

The man closed his eyes for a second.

"My name is Alistair. I am the official historian and Royal Curator of the SEB Empire."

Gravy nodded slowly.

"Okay..."

Gravy just kept staring at him.

"That means I am responsible for preserving the history of this kingdom."

"Oh."

Gravy looked him up and down.

"So you know where all the good shit is?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"The important places. Throne room. Treasure room. Secret tunnels. Where Sebastian keeps his little crown when he's sleepin'."

Alistair took a step back.

"I will not assist you in robbing His Majesty!"

"Wasn't askin'."

Gravy grabbed a fistful of robe and started walking.

Alistair did his best to keep up.

"Wh... what are you doing!?"

"You're givin' me a tour."

"I absolutely am not!"

Gravy stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"You wanna do it walkin', or you wanna do it with two broken legs and me draggin' you by that stupid necklace?"

"...walking would be preferable."

"Smart man."

Gravy let him go.

Alistair straightened his robes while muttering something under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I merely said His Majesty built this empire from nothing... while men like you only know how to destroy."

Gravy looked around.

A worker was spreading fresh white paint over a burnt patch on the side of a building.

The paint was thin and the black kept bleeding through.

Gravy poked the wall. It was brittle and crumbled when he touched it.

Alistair hurried over.

"Please stop damaging the construction!"

Gravy glanced at him.

"Thought you said he built it from nothin'."

"He did..."

"This wall don't look like nothin'."

"Well... Some parts were restored."

Gravy grinned.

"Restored."

"The city suffered considerable damage before His Majesty's rise."

"Yeah, I know."

"He built this grand empire over the conquered land that lay here before."

He looked around at all the rushed paintin’. The shitty carpentry. The workers slavin’ away, probably doin’ it for free.

"Oh, I get it."

"I'm not sure that you do!"

"No, no. I seen this shit before."

Gravy wiped the paint onto Alistair's robe.

"Sebastian's doin' a landlord special."

Alistair looked down at the white smear.

"A what?"

"Don't worry about it."

Gravy rested his axe across his shoulder.

"C'mon, history boy."

Gravy started walking deeper into the city.

"Don't make me turn around..."

After a few seconds, Alistair followed.

The street led into a courtyard surrounded by tall white columns.

At the top of a long set of stairs sat another big building with Sebastian's face carved above the doors.

Of course it fucking was.

THE HALL OF NEW BEGINNINGS

Gravy stopped at the bottom of the steps.

"What's this shit?"

Alistair cleared his throat.

"The Hall of New Beginnings records His Majesty's many triumphs over adversity."

"Got a gift shop?"

"No."

"Bathroom?"

"It is a museum!"

Gravy looked up at the building again.

"BORING!"

He started up the stairs.

Alistair hurried after him.

"You should understand that the exhibits within are considered sacred."

"Should I?"

"Yes."

"I don't."

Gravy shoved the doors hard. It sounded like a cannon as they slammed against the inner walls.

Paintings covered both sides of the room. Each had a light shining on it like somebody was scared you might miss how important it was.

The first one Gravy approached showed Sebastian on his knees, a dark shadow looming over him while another man held the Universal Championship over his head.

The plaque beneath it read:

THE LOSS THAT TAUGHT A KING TO FOCUS

Gravy squinted.

"Who'd he lose to?"

"Prince Adeyemi. A loss that occurred because His Majesty allowed personal conflict to cloud his focus."

"Don't got his name anywhere on that plaque?"

"The identity of the opponent is not the important part."

"Heh, yeah. I bet Isaiah thinks different."

He kept walking.

THE MOMENT A KING REMEMBERED ONE OPPORTUNITY WAS ALL HE NEEDED

Gravy stood in front of that one longer than the last.

He looked at Sebastian sitting against the barricade in the painting. The artist had made him look thoughtful and deep. Gravy thought he looked like somebody had just kicked the piss out of him.

"What happened here?"

"His Majesty was eliminated from the March Madness tournament."

"First round, right? Pffft, loser..."

Alistair shifted uncomfortably.

"That detail is not especially relevant."

Gravy smiled.

"Yeah, I bet it ain't."

"His Majesty suffered a temporary setback and used it to rediscover his path."

"Sounds like His Majesty shit the bed."

"He learned."

"He lost."

"He grew."

"Still lost."

Alistair tightened his jaw.

"You seem determined to misunderstand the point of this place!"

"No, I understand it just fine. Every time Sebastian is defeated, somebody writes a fancy little sentence underneath it and presents it as somethin' other than what it is. Lots of losers do that."

"His Majesty has never hidden from his failures!"

"Never said he hid from 'em."

At the far end of the hall stood the biggest exhibit yet.

A massive painting showed Sebastian climbing out of darkness with the briefcase in one hand and the other reaching for the Universal Championship floating in the heavens.

FROM IRRELEVANCE TO IMMORTALITY

Something about the gold lettering didn't sit right. Wrong color. Wrong texture.

Gravy didn't ask permission this time. He just walked up and dug his fingers in.

"Don't!"

It peeled away from the stone.

It wasn't painted onto the wall. Just a thin sheet of gold leaf stuck over something grey.

"Please!"

Gravy hooked his fingers underneath it and yanked.

The sheet tore away as Alistair gasped like he'd just seen a baby's head ripped off right in front of him.

Carved deep into old stone underneath were five words.

SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE WAS UTTERLY IRRELEVANT

Gravy read it and looked at Alistair.

"Well, that's mean."

"That is a dated inscription that has since been revised."

"The old one looks pretty permanent to me."

"His Majesty confronted and overcame that moment of weakness."

Gravy rubbed his hand over the carved letters.

They were deep.

Deeper than the fresh shit Sebastian had stuck over them.

"Nah. He said it out loud, felt real smart about knowin’ it, even took the time to inscribe it into stone.

But somebody should have told Sebastian that paintin’ over the truth don’t make it less fuckin’ true."

Alistair opened his mouth to say something, but Gravy drove the axe into the wall before he could.

The stone split straight through the word irrelevant.

Alistair jumped.

"C'mon."

"What are you doing!?"

Gravy looked past a set of tall windows to the tallest tower in the empire.

"I wanna see what else the son of a bitch is hiding."

He headed for the doors.

Alistair hurried after him.

The tower sat in the center of the city like a giant middle finger.

THE EVERETT-BRYCE TOWER OF PERMANENCE

Gravy stared at it for a moment.

"Permanence?"

"The tower represents everything His Majesty has built. A legacy that will stand long after all of us are gone."

Gravy pointed halfway up.

"It's leanin'."

"It is not."

"Yeah it is."

Alistair looked.

It was.

"A trick of the light!"

Gravy walked toward it.

Stones were all jumbled like a bad puzzle.

Gravy scratched at the mortar holding them together.

It came loose like dried out cake icing.

"What's this one?"

He tapped a polished white stone with the head of his axe.

Alistair hesitated.

"That came from the original Everett-Bryce estate."

"So his daddy's house."

"His family's estate."

"Daddy's house."

Gravy moved his axe toward a rough grey stone.

"That belonged to Ralf."

"Who's Ralf?"

"His Majesty's mentor."

Gravy nodded.

"So that ain't his neither."

"That is not the point."

Gravy tapped another.

This one had a faded crown carved into it.

"That came from the tower His Majesty built with Isaiah King."

"Didn't that one fall?"

Alistair's face soured.

"They rebuilt."

"Seems they're missing a piece."

Near the center sat a bright gold block.

It was newer than everything around it.

"Let me guess. Scoops?"

Alistair lifted his chin proudly.

"The final piece. His Majesty defeated the one man he believed he could not beat and completed the tower."

Gravy nodded.

"Yeah. He beat Scoops."

Alistair seemed surprised.

"You admit that?"

"Course I do. I ain't blind."

Gravy stepped around the side of the tower.

Back here, the foundation was old and charred.

His smile disappeared.

He knew those stones.

He remembered the fire.

He remembered what stood here before Sebastian slapped his name all over it.

Alistair hurried around the corner.

"You are not permitted back here."

Gravy placed his hand against the blackened foundation.

"These are mine."

"No, they're part of the kingdom that came before."

Gravy looked at him.

"Mine."

"His Majesty took what was left and made it greater."

Gravy turned back toward the tower.

All those stones stacked on top of Graves' ruins and held together with cheap mortar.

"Funny. You once promised to use the stones from somebody else's fallen tower to strengthen your own.

Guess you never thought the bastard you stole ’em from would come take one back."

Gravy wedged the blade of his axe into the foundation.

"Do not remove that stone!"

Dust poured from the cracks as he pulled.

"That is part of the foundation!"

"I know!"

He planted his boot against the wall and pulled harder.

Finally, the stone tore free causing the tower to groan and lean a little more.

He dropped the stone in the street and took a seat, resting his axe on his knees as he looked toward the palace.

"Now let's talk about that belt."

High above the palace, a banner of Sebastian snapped in the wind. His chin was lifted and one hand raised like he was blessing the poor bastards beneath him.

Around his waist, the Universal Championship shined brighter than everything else in the empire.

Gravy stared at it for a second as Alistair looked up at the leaning tower.

"You have no idea what you've done!"

"Sure I do.

I pulled one stone.

That's all it took."

He looked back to the palace.

"You hearin' this, Sebastian?"

Alistair glanced toward the palace.

"His Majesty cannot hear you from here."

Gravy picked up a piece of broken stone and threw it at him.

It bounced off Alistair's forehead.

"Wasn't talkin' to you."

Alistair rubbed the fresh red spot between his eyes.

"You got a real cute hustle, Sebastian.

Every time somebody gets close to the truth, you beat 'em there and hang a fuckin' plaque on it. Every failure becomes another brave little chapter."

He shrugged.

"And people eat that shit up.

Ain't Sebastian brave? Standin' there in his expensive fuckin' suit, admitting everything to the world.

Pfft, that's just you pleading guilty to the lesser charge so nobody goes lookin' for the body.

You don't fix your failures, you just hide them under gold."

Workers scrambled to brace the leaning tower.

"Then call the whole fuckin' thing architecture.

You learned how to make failure sound almost intentional, and described the damage so beautifully that nobody noticed you were still fuckin' broken.

I seen you walk through those doors with Betsy too.

Arms around each other. Big smiles plastered across your faces for the fans and cameras.

Then the door shut...

And Betsy starts preachin’ about corporate puppets and rich assholes pullin’ everybody’s strings while standin’ beside a billionaire with an empire on his back.

But Sebastian’s different, right?

Course you are.

You don’t hate empires.

You hate any empire that don't have your initials carved over the fuckin’ door.

You asked Korvayne who she was buildin’ for.

I know who you're building for.

You.

This whole place is Sebastian Everett-Bryce reminding Sebastian Everett-Bryce that he still matters."

The tower groaned behind him.

Gravy didn't bother looking.

"You beat Scoops fair and square. You stood across from the one man you kept tellin' yourself you couldn't beat, and you fuckin' did it.

And won the Universal Championship to boot.

Good for you.

But I cleared the fuckin' field before you ever got there."

Gravy stood from the stone.

"March Madness?

You got tossed out in round one and found yourself wonderin' if you still mattered."

He pointed toward himself.

"I made it all the way to the fuckin' final.

And yeah... I lost.

Scoops beat me that night because I looked across the ring and saw an old fool running on borrowed time.

So I underestimated him.

Mistook desperation for weakness.

And he made me pay for it.

Then I got back up and kept mowing through the roster like it never happened.

You?

Your ass ain't fought since May.

Funny thing is, this ain't even the first time you disappeared in the middle of a fight.

Remember the Director?

Spent half that match pullin' your strings, reactin' to whatever bullshit he dropped.

Then you finally figured him out.

He needed Sebastian Everett-Bryce dancin' like a puppet.

So you sat your ass down and did absolutely nothin' until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Smart.

You beat a man obsessed with control by refusing to give him any."

He scratched his beard and looked toward the palace.

"Then after winnin' the Universal Championship you apparently decided that oughta be your whole fuckin' career strategy.

You called it recovery.

I call it what it is. You got what you wanted, then let everybody else fight while waitin' for the story to come find you."

He laughed.

"Well, I found you, Sebastian!

But I ain't comin' outta some hidden panel.

I'm walkin' straight through your fuckin' city!"

Gravy looked toward the palace.

"That belt tells you people still gotta look at you.

Say your name like it matters.

Pretend like you sit at the center of the fuckin’ universe.

That belt ain’t your crown.

It’s fuckin’ life support.

And the funniest part?

Soon as they hooked you up to it, you stopped showin’ everybody you were still alive.

See, you knew what to do when you were chasin’ that belt.

Whenever you fell on your ass, you could stand back up, straighten that expensive suit and tell everybody what Sebastian Everett-Bryce learned about himself this week before taking those lessons into the next.

Then you finally won the gold, and the story stopped.

Because now fallin' on your ass means losing it all.

You know how to need that championship, Sebastian, but you've forgotten how to be the fuckin’ champion.

A champion takes that belt back into the ring and makes everybody come take their shot.

But you? You took it home and created a fuckin’ hostage situation."

He lifted the axe onto his shoulder.

"I don’t need that gold to convince myself I matter.

All I need it for is proof.

Proof that I can take the most important thing in your whole fuckin’ life...

And wear it like it ain’t nothin’ special.

They threw the number two ranked Game Girl at me.

I beat her.

And the number one ranked Dickie Watson.

Beat him too!

All while you were hidin’ behind those palace walls, polishin’ your new belt and waitin’ for somebody to notice you’d disappeared.

I kept turnin’ bodies into a road leading straight to your front fuckin’ door.

You didn’t conquer an empire, Sebastian.

You stumbled into the ruins after I killed the king...

Found Scoops sittin’ on a throne I’d already ripped loose from the fuckin’ floor, and convinced yourself it had been waitin’ for you all along."

Alistair stepped forward, offended.

"His Majesty earned that championship!"

Gravy spun and drove the axe blade into the ground inches from Alistair’s foot, knocking him backward.

"I fuckin’ said he did, didn’t I?"

He ripped the axe free.

"That’s what makes this worth doin’."

He turned back toward the palace.

"You earned it, Sebastian.

You fought for it. You bled for it.

And winning it was supposed to prove you were fixed.

Relevant again.

But what's more relevant, the king hiding with his gold, or the warrior tearing through the battlefield?"

Gravy slapped his chest.

"Yeah! And now I’m gonna rip the greatest accomplishment of your life outta your hands and leave you with nobody to blame but yourself.

You fucked up.

You blabbed to Thad about that bad neck of yours like it was another pretty confession, but all you did was hand me the map.

Now I know exactly where to keep pressin'.

When that title starts slippin' and your body can't protect the one thing your whole identity depends on...

You're gonna have to look me in the eye and admit the man who needed that championship more than anything couldn’t keep it from this savage."

Gravy started walking toward the palace.

"You told Isaiah he needed somebody to be pissed at before his dick worked.

You ain't no different.

You just need gold.

With that championship, you're content.

And without it, you're right back against that barricade, watchin' the world prove it don't need ya.

Like I said at Warfare...

You didn't choose me, Sebastian.

You got chosen for me."

Another chunk of stone broke loose from the tower and crashed into the street.

"You pasted gold over the sad truth...

And I'm gonna rip it off your waist.

Then we'll see the broken man hidin' underneath."

Gravy kept walking.

Behind him, the tower groaned again.

A crack shot up through the stone, splitting Sebastian's giant golden initials right down the middle.

Workers scattered.

One just stood there holding a hammer, watching everything he'd built fall apart around him.

"Run, dummy!"

The worker dropped the hammer and ran.

Alistair chased after Gravy, holding one hand against his forehead.

"You have to stop!"

"No, I don't."

"The entire city could collapse!"

"Good."

The palace gates came into view.

They were massive.

Gold bars stretched twenty feet into the air, sharpened at the top, with another sculpted Sebastian standing on each side.

One Sebastian had a sword.

The other one held a book.

He pointed at the book.

"Nerd."

A line of guards rushed out from behind the gate, spears ready.

"HALT!"

He didn't.

"DROP THE WEAPON!"

Gravy looked at his axe, then at them.

"No holds barred?"

The first guard lunged. Gravy whipped the axe through the air and into his face, sending him crashing into the others.

As he tore his axe free, blood sprayed across their faces.

With a snarl, he raised his blood soaked axe and beckoned them forward.

Within seconds, the line broke.

One guard even dropped his spear and played dead.

"Smart man."

Alistair stopped behind him, out of breath.

"Please... stop."

As he reached the palace gates, a heavy gold chain held them shut.

He lifted the axe.

Alistair grabbed his arm.

"His Majesty built something that matters!"

Gravy slowly looked down at Alistair's hand.

Alistair quickly let go.

"Maybe...

But it ain't his land."

He brought the axe down.

The chain snapped and the gates swung open.

He walked through.

The throne room doors waited just ahead.

They were covered in gold, with Sebastian’s crest front and center. So polished, he could see his own reflection staring back at him.

Blood smeared face.

Axe in hand.

Big fuckin' smile.

Behind him, the Tower of Permanence finally tapped out and crashed with a roar that shook all the way to the palace steps.

"You preached about Babel.

Said God tears towers down over arrogance.

Then you built one with your name on every fuckin’ brick.

Guess that's why he sent me."

Alistair stared back at the wreckage.

Gravy tightened his grip on the axe.

With only a few swings, the crest split apart!

Then, with a roar, he drove his shoulder through the doors.

They exploded inward as splintered wood scattered across the palace floor!

Resting his axe across his shoulder, he looked toward the terrified servants and guards waiting inside.

"Tell Sebastian the thing he built over just kicked in his fuckin' door."

]]>

Sebastian Everett-Bryce built himself an empire.

That's what the sign said anyway.

WELCOME TO THE SEB EMPIRE

SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE

CONQUEROR. BUILDER. KING.

THE HALL OF NEW BEGINNINGS

THE LOSS THAT TAUGHT A KING TO FOCUS

THE MOMENT A KING REMEMBERED ONE OPPORTUNITY WAS ALL HE NEEDED

FROM IRRELEVANCE TO IMMORTALITY

SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE WAS UTTERLY IRRELEVANT

THE EVERETT-BRYCE TOWER OF PERMANENCE

]]> <![CDATA[He had a Bad Day]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50278 Wed, 15 Jul 2026 22:41:24 -0700 johnathan]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50278 The XWF Bad Medicine is always exciting for both XWF Fans and Supertars alike, especially to

One John Blade, who gets to meet fans from all over the country before The Greatest Show of

them all. The new member of Sunday night's Bad Medicine is just about to face a very small group

of people who look very happy to see him, and Blade himself looks very happy to see his fans

as well, just as his huge smile shows, quickly a small girl runs over to him, quickly followed

by her mother, fully decked out in Blade's most recent baby green attire and a picture of Blade in his

hands.

XWF Fans #1. A little Girl: John! John, may I get your autograph!?

Chain gang| John Blade: Of course, little girl, what's your name?

XWF Fan #1 . A little Girl: Toni!

Blade smiles and gets on one knee in front of the kid as he takes a pen from his back pocket to

Sign the kid's picture.

Toni, a little girl. I really hope that you win on Sunday!

Chain Gang| John Blade: I'm not sure how that works out, kid. Main event: Jay Fetu and I will be fighting

each other, but I can promise you Jay Fetu ain't the one winnin', how about that?

The girl looks in deep thought for a moment before smiling and nodding his head.

Toni, a little girl: Yeah, I'd like that!

Chain Gang| John Blade: Here you go, Toni!

Blade passes the picture back to the boy and shakes his hand. making the boy smile wider as he

runs back to his mother. Blade gets back up to his feet and looks around.

Chain Gang| John Blade: Alright, boys and girls, who's next?

Within seconds, Blade gets surrounded by more XWF fans who want his autograph or even just the

chance to speak to him. But soon everyone's mood turned sour when Jay Fetu's

voice cut

through the noise.

But Blade, however, looks angry at Jay Fetu's words.

Chain Gang| John Blade: How typical of you, Main Event Jay Fetu. You can't see anyone happy; you just

had to come and ruin everyone's mood, didn't you? Y'see, this is why you're Yeeting! You claim you

deserve that, but you don't respect anyone else.

But yourself, you really want to learn about respect, it ain't yours to give, it's earned... so if you

wanna be respected by the XWF Universe,

if you want them to stop considering you the kind of a man you say you are...

How about you show some respect first? How about stop talkin' trash about adults that have never

done anythin' to you? How about you look at these

men who came here to enjoy the biggest Bad Medicine to date without having to worry

about you runnin' your mouth about them and leave them alone?

that was gathered around Blade shows their displeasure about Fetu's words. Blade himself still

doesn't look happy about it either.

Chain Gang John Blade: Don't worry, Jay Fetu, I know exactly what people think about me.

People who sit behind their desk arguing about how '' John Blade is once again at the top'' but

it's not just me, the name John Blade can be easily replaced by names like Remi Storm, Latoya Hixx,

and More to come. But those people don't matter to me. I respect them, but I don't like them. What really matters to Fetu are those who come to these PPV, week in week out, cheerin', not only my name, but

everyone's names without fearin' any sort of Consquences! Don't people like me? That's fine by

me, but nothing's gonna stop me from comin' out there

and doin' it for them, 'cos I wouldn't have it any other way.

Blade looks down at one man when he continues talking

Chain gang| John Blade: You've seen how Jay Fetu acts around here, haven't you?

And I don't see eye to eye, and I've gotta tell ya, there have been times where I've feared for

our future as you, Jay Fetu 'cos there's no hidin' it Main Event Jay Fetu they hate my guts!

But in the end, Fetu has busted it out of our asses to

not only did I win my first Blade tournament match, but to keep them as well! But I can see why you're all upset with

me cause i joined Sunday night Bad Medicine, but I can't say,

however, is that jealousy looks good on ya.

Chain gang| John Blade: And here we go again! here you go talkin' about how one of us

are the most hard workin' men in XWF is gettin'

everythin' handed to them on a blue platter. y'know somethin' Jay Fetu? This discussion is over, it's

clear that I can't say anythin' that is goin' to convince you all otherwise... so how about I let my

actions do the talkin'? I've been itching to lay my hands on you, I barely even know you for weeks! just can't wait for that

to happen... and do you know what else I can't wait for? I can't wait to beat your ass and wait to hear

what kind of excuses you'll be comin'

up with next! Like, I don't know, put your whaca call'em at Bad Medicine

'Cos if I beat you... No, when I beat you, Jay Fetu, you put your thingy on the line against an old member of Thunder The Chain Gang, John Blade. at Friday Thunder, but you can't say it

wasn't hard work and dedication. Now, if you don't mind, I've got

matters to attend to.

Blade starts to turn around to the fans,

Chain gang| John Blade: Alright, let's pretend that didn't happen! The day has only just started!

The smile returns to Blade's face with ease as he looks at the cheering group of fans and within

Seconds, he's surrounded by everyone again, almost as if a confrontation between himself and Main Event Jay Fetu

has never happened.

]]> The XWF Bad Medicine is always exciting for both XWF Fans and Supertars alike, especially to

One John Blade, who gets to meet fans from all over the country before The Greatest Show of

them all. The new member of Sunday night's Bad Medicine is just about to face a very small group

of people who look very happy to see him, and Blade himself looks very happy to see his fans

as well, just as his huge smile shows, quickly a small girl runs over to him, quickly followed

by her mother, fully decked out in Blade's most recent baby green attire and a picture of Blade in his

hands.

XWF Fans #1. A little Girl: John! John, may I get your autograph!?

Chain gang| John Blade: Of course, little girl, what's your name?

XWF Fan #1 . A little Girl: Toni!

Blade smiles and gets on one knee in front of the kid as he takes a pen from his back pocket to

Sign the kid's picture.

Toni, a little girl. I really hope that you win on Sunday!

Chain Gang| John Blade: I'm not sure how that works out, kid. Main event: Jay Fetu and I will be fighting

each other, but I can promise you Jay Fetu ain't the one winnin', how about that?

The girl looks in deep thought for a moment before smiling and nodding his head.

Toni, a little girl: Yeah, I'd like that!

Chain Gang| John Blade: Here you go, Toni!

Blade passes the picture back to the boy and shakes his hand. making the boy smile wider as he

runs back to his mother. Blade gets back up to his feet and looks around.

Chain Gang| John Blade: Alright, boys and girls, who's next?

Within seconds, Blade gets surrounded by more XWF fans who want his autograph or even just the

chance to speak to him. But soon everyone's mood turned sour when Jay Fetu's

voice cut

through the noise.

But Blade, however, looks angry at Jay Fetu's words.

Chain Gang| John Blade: How typical of you, Main Event Jay Fetu. You can't see anyone happy; you just

had to come and ruin everyone's mood, didn't you? Y'see, this is why you're Yeeting! You claim you

deserve that, but you don't respect anyone else.

But yourself, you really want to learn about respect, it ain't yours to give, it's earned... so if you

wanna be respected by the XWF Universe,

if you want them to stop considering you the kind of a man you say you are...

How about you show some respect first? How about stop talkin' trash about adults that have never

done anythin' to you? How about you look at these

men who came here to enjoy the biggest Bad Medicine to date without having to worry

about you runnin' your mouth about them and leave them alone?

that was gathered around Blade shows their displeasure about Fetu's words. Blade himself still

doesn't look happy about it either.

Chain Gang John Blade: Don't worry, Jay Fetu, I know exactly what people think about me.

People who sit behind their desk arguing about how '' John Blade is once again at the top'' but

it's not just me, the name John Blade can be easily replaced by names like Remi Storm, Latoya Hixx,

everyone's names without fearin' any sort of Consquences! Don't people like me? That's fine by

me, but nothing's gonna stop me from comin' out there

and doin' it for them, 'cos I wouldn't have it any other way.

Blade looks down at one man when he continues talking

Chain gang| John Blade: You've seen how Jay Fetu acts around here, haven't you?

And I don't see eye to eye, and I've gotta tell ya, there have been times where I've feared for

our future as you, Jay Fetu 'cos there's no hidin' it Main Event Jay Fetu they hate my guts!

But in the end, Fetu has busted it out of our asses to

not only did I win my first Blade tournament match, but to keep them as well! But I can see why you're all upset with

me cause i joined Sunday night Bad Medicine, but I can't say,

however, is that jealousy looks good on ya.

Chain gang| John Blade: And here we go again! here you go talkin' about how one of us

are the most hard workin' men in XWF is gettin'

everythin' handed to them on a blue platter. y'know somethin' Jay Fetu? This discussion is over, it's

clear that I can't say anythin' that is goin' to convince you all otherwise... so how about I let my

actions do the talkin'? I've been itching to lay my hands on you, I barely even know you for weeks! just can't wait for that

to happen... and do you know what else I can't wait for? I can't wait to beat your ass and wait to hear

what kind of excuses you'll be comin'

up with next! Like, I don't know, put your whaca call'em at Bad Medicine

'Cos if I beat you... No, when I beat you, Jay Fetu, you put your thingy on the line against an old member of Thunder The Chain Gang, John Blade. at Friday Thunder, but you can't say it

wasn't hard work and dedication. Now, if you don't mind, I've got

matters to attend to.

Blade starts to turn around to the fans,

Chain gang| John Blade: Alright, let's pretend that didn't happen! The day has only just started!

The smile returns to Blade's face with ease as he looks at the cheering group of fans and within

Seconds, he's surrounded by everyone again, almost as if a confrontation between himself and Main Event Jay Fetu

has never happened.

]]> <![CDATA[Better be prepared for what's coming]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50275 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 03:44:56 -0700 Jay Fetu]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50275 Backstage now as the camera cuts to Jay Fetu as he is getting ready for

his tournament matches coming up. Fetu faces his old rival friend, The Chain Gang John Blade.

Jay would take a moment to look at Razor, tapping him on his shoulder.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: Where's my head at, Uce? You here with me?

American nightmare| Razor: it's hard. When you face my friend John Blade in our Blade tournament this Sunday at Bad Medicine on XWF.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: you already know I understand and I gotchu', Uce, but here's the thang, Razor. We can be friends right after I handle my business with John Blade. In our Blade Championship tournament this week at Bad Medicine, and move on to the next round of that tournament, which I didn't win the whole thing last month at LOF, and now it's time for Main Event Jay Fetu to win it all and become the new Blade Champion on Bad Medicine at XWF.

Razor nods his head at Jay.

American nightmare| Razor Blade: No. Jay.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: Exactly what I'm talking about, Uce. You'll never listen cause you might end up as a friend of John. down, but that's okay though cause when I win this Blade tournament at Bad Medicine, then it won't be Blade Championship, it will be Fetu Championship when I win this tournament this week on Bad Medicine at XWF.

American nightmare| Razor: I know everything about my friend John. has but just to remember he was always in a tournament, and he will win this Blade tournament for our family, and I know this match will be in your hometown, Jay, in San Francisco, and I'm pretty sure that all of your family will probably be there to support you after John wins his first Blade Championship tournament this Sunday at Bad Medicine at XWF.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: Yeet.

American nightmare| Razor: You know something Jay. you and I haven't fought each other in along time but the only people that you have faceed was John landerson Latoya and Deena Hixx. in last month's Leap of Faith when you lost the Qualifier match but you tryed your best to pick up the victory but instead The Storm Latoya Hixx has made herself in the twenty four seven brifecase and now all of sudden you will enter the tournament but only for The Blade Championship and i know that you might end up winning the whole thing this coming Sunday at Bad Medicine So here's my Opinion Jay just go out there and do your best cause everybody in your hometown will be Yeeting you until you win the whole Blade tournament on Bad Medicine at XWF.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: I got my 'ish goin' on with John Blade. I got mine with this Blade tournament, and it's every person for themselves, and once I head onto the next round of the tournanent i'll be the new Blade Champion at Bad Medicine on XWF.

American nightmare| Razor: I just hope that you're know what you doing cause The Blade Championship represent The Blade name in the Chapmion in that's why I want you to win the whole Blade tournament and don't just do it for our friendship just go ahead in do it for your Fans and family cause you'll be in San Francisco of your own terf in that's why you got to win because the last time you entered the tournament you didn't win the whole thing it was Latoya. that moved onto the twenty four seven ladder match at Leap of Faith So without further will do just win this Blade tournament at Bad Medicine and if you don't win then John Blade will carry that Blade Championship on XWF.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: Might not be like blood, but ya'll become like fam. to me, ever since we first met and fought each other on Warfare and Anarchy. everything gon' be fine, Uce cause when I'm through with your friend John Blade. Blade Championship tournament at Bad Medicine on XWF.

Fetu walks away and heads straight inside of the arena to head to his locker room before his tournament begins this Sunday.

]]> Backstage now as the camera cuts to Jay Fetu as he is getting ready for

his tournament matches coming up. Fetu faces his old rival friend, The Chain Gang John Blade.

Jay would take a moment to look at Razor, tapping him on his shoulder.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: Where's my head at, Uce? You here with me?

American nightmare| Razor: it's hard. When you face my friend John Blade in our Blade tournament this Sunday at Bad Medicine on XWF.

Razor nods his head at Jay.

American nightmare| Razor Blade: No. Jay.

Main Event| Jay Fetu: Yeet.

Fetu walks away and heads straight inside of the arena to head to his locker room before his tournament begins this Sunday.

]]> <![CDATA[DESTROYER OF CHICAGO]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50274 Mon, 13 Jul 2026 20:45:00 -0700 GCC's Dom Durango™]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50274

CHICAGO’S FINEST BALLROOM

A gathering of Chi-Town’s most fabulous well-to-do! Women in cocktail dresses, men dressed-to-the-nines!

Michael Jordan smokes a giant cigar while signing autographs!

CM Punk, former XWF European champion, draws X’s on people’s hands…

Oprah gives out dances with her fellow Chicagoans like cars on her show!

…Now, she’s just straight-up giving away cars!

To sum up the night in one word? ‘Chicago’.

Three words? ‘Chicago as FUUUUUUUUUUUCK’.

And cutting a rug with his dear wife, Alysia…

The Savior of Chicago, Mister Oz! The XWF’s Resident Man-Beast and his beauty foxtrot in perfect harmony…

As the big brass band plays smooooooooth Chicago jazz, Mayor Brandon Johnson, microphone-in-hand, takes center-stage.

”Thanks to Chicago’s Savior, Mister Oz, for organizing this wonderful night! ”

Suddenly, from the kitchen, waiters carrying miniature vienna franks on poppy seed buns!

MJ sets down his cigar to take one…

Punk removes the bun, but happily gets his daily protein!

Oprah takes two in each hand!

Oz and Alysia exit the dance floor to get a little snack with everyone else… Oz secures a mini Chicago dog, comically small in his massive hands…

The Mayor licks relish from his fingers… Someone hands him a note.

”And thank you to… The King of Cuisine! Dom Durango! For donating tonight’s Chicago-themed charcuterie!”

”And Dom included a special message for our host tonight!”

The Mayor unfurls the note...

”…Think you’re safe? Believe in Me…” The Mayor chuckles. ”Of course, he’s referencing Mister Oz’s famous catchph-”

”Oooooooooh….”

The gala attendees suddenly grasp at their guts!

MJ’s intestines have been disrespected… he’s taking that personally to a trash can…

Punk looks like he’s in no shape to GTS, but instead GTNT: Go to NEAREST TOILET!

The people that received those free Oprah cars suddenly get a whole different prize!

YOU GET DIARRHEA!

AND YOU GET DIARRHEA!

AND YOOOOOOOU GET DIARRHEA!

The jazz band writhes in agony! The only scatting now is with literal scat!

The gala attendees rush to the restrooms, but the lines are as clogged as each of their digestive tracts!

Chicagoans dressed in the most opulent luxuries are now fist-fighting, battling for the limited number of stalls!

This elegant soiree has become a feculent free-for-all!

Oz’s party turns to shit in every meaning!

His wealth, his strength… completely useless at this moment.

He turns to Alysia, telling her it’s the Chicago dogs, don’t eat one!

…But there’s mustard on her lips… Too late…

She drops to her knees… he takes her in his arms…

And at that moment…

”FFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH! MY BOOOOOOOOOWELS! FFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!”

Dom, holding an official Mister Oz™ action figure in one hand and a standard-issue Barbie doll in the other, shakes the Barbie as he motorboats his lips, imitating a rushing liquidy sound.

”So, Oz’s wife shits herself so hard she dies. As does everyone who consumed my virus-laden hors d'oeuvres… Eventually leaving Oz in a pile of shit-covered corpses, forever solidifying the memory of Chicago, America’s festering asshole.”

…

Dom lobs the visual aid toys away.

”That’s Plan A. Thoughts?”

A Gray-Eyed Man in a dark suit glares out the window.

”...Puerile.”

”...Unimpressed?”

…The Gray-Eyed Man straightens his cufflinks silently.

”What about Plan B?”

Dom retrieves a cart…

Atop the cart is an incredibly detailed cityscape diorama.

”This represents Chicago.”

”And this?” Dom claps.

WHAM! A GIANT MEATBALL drops from the ceiling!

Meat splatters everywhere!

The tray buckles, a wheel gives out! The city topples to the floor, breaking into particle board shards!

”Represents a Chicago-sized meatball.”

”So… you’ll crush approximately two-point-million people to death with a… very large meatball.”

”Well, SOME will survive the impact. And they will be boiled alive from the meat’s fresh-from-the-oven four-hundred-degree heat. Leaving a marinara-scented, mouth-watering crater.”

…

”Does this… inane exercise… have a purpose?”

”I want to break this Oswald.”

”Leave his precious city in barren ruins.”

”Businesses bankrupt, children dead, wife mourning and barren.”

Dom brushes meat sauce off his nose.

”Something like that.”

”You’re thinking of how to break a man.”

”Oswald is a psychopath.”

“His city?”

“His business?”

“His family?”

“He only cares for these things as an extension of himself.”

“If you wish to break Oswald…”

”Break him the way a hunter breaks an apex predator.”

“Step into his domain.”

“Where he feels strongest.”

“And take his head.”

Inside a meat freezer…

Dom hangs.

His legs drawn up into his chest…

Meathooks dig into his back, holding him upright…

”Hello Oswald.”

“Testing your cute little stipulation.”

”Meathooks, huh?”

“From the man claiming to be…?”

“Utterly and permanently fucked up?”

”I was expecting something that, even without a soul, would chill me to my core.”

…

”Meh.”

”Do you even know what a meathook’s for, Oswald?”

“It’s to tenderize meat. Softening muscle fibers in the steak.”

“Typical wrestling moron. Taking culinary innovation and turning it into stupid violence.”

“If wrestling pre-existed the wheel? People would hit each other over the head with wheels and we’d all be walking instead of driving.”

…

”Disappointing, Oswald.”

”But, then.”

“Disappointment’s been your whole career, hasn’t it?”

“You lose and lose and LOSE.”

“The only competitor in Anarchy history to lose three times in the same night.”

“And that wasn’t a one-off. The Anarchy prior, you lost to the Revolution champion in back-to-back falls.”

“Oswald was averaging two-and-a-half losses per show for a CALENDAR month.”

“A failure of a caliber we may never see duplicated.”

…

”And the audacity… to pretend you don’t know your opponent.”

”Hello, I’m Oz. Your name’s vaguely familiar but I don’t recognize it.”

“Said to an opponent who’s been on his show for TWO years.”

“Who kicked your ass.”

…

”I’m ready, Oswald.”

“For you to act like you don’t know me.”

“I’ll introduce myself.”

“I’m Dom.”

“And I’ll jam my thumb deep into your eye socket.”

“Remove your eye.”

“And turn it towards you.”

“So, you can see what everyone else sees.”

“A pathetic whelp pretending he’s prime rib. When he’s actually cow ass.”

…

”Why?”

“Fuck you, that’s why.”]]>

CHICAGO’S FINEST BALLROOM

”Oooooooooh….”

Bad Medicine kickoff event, with attendees crowded around it, Steve Sayors is standing in front

and center as he addresses the crowd once more to resume the show.

Steve Sayors: San Francisco, how's everyone feeling today?

The crowd reacts with loud cheers as Steve looks on, nodding his head.

Steve Sayors: Awesome! I know some of you are excited about the historic weekend coming up in

next week, Bad Medicine in eight days in different cities! Who else would you get that right

here in the XWF? Now, as I mentioned earlier, Bad Medicine is stacked with so many great

matches. One match in particular that I know I'm looking forward to is Latoya Hixx vs Deena Hixx for the Blade Championship tournament

The XWF Universe cheers, sharing Steve's enthusiasm for the Blade Championship tournament match.

Steve Sayors: Latoya Hixx competes in a Blade tournament Championship match, where they will face each other. But it goes without saying that Latoya Hixx has been on a losing streak since she and her sister teamed up in a Handy cap match won the privilege of competing the Blade Championship tournament on Bad Medicine now, she's possibly facing there toughest challenger yet in Deena Hixx.

don't stand a chance of being the next Blade tournament for The Blade Championship now, there's been a lot of buzz and speculation on there possibly being the last time we see Deena Hixx and Latoya fight each other for The Blade Championship tournament

in the XWF ring. I've had the Pleasure to witness and even commentate on some of Latoya's best matches and moments. For most of a year, 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's music as The Storm strutted 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's face, bringing her words to a halt.

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: I Cut The Sh*t because last month on Warfare, I had that match won when I fought that white face paint Meteorologist Clown. The ref counted the called it a No Contest, but he beat me so badly that I couldn't stand up on my left foot, and I had that match won, and I should've been the one who won the match instead of a No Contest at Warfare.

XWF Universe Chants Ref you suck ref you suck ref you suck ref you suck Ref you suck!

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: You see Steve. they all chanting that Ref you suck after calling the No Contest when he knows he had my ass with The Devil Hook Drop onto the mat floor and I should be the one who won that match instead of a No Contest as the winner of Warfare but instead they had to put me in another match next week against my relative who goes by Geek Goddess which she is my Oppoennt for Bad Medicine Deena Hixx. But someday I will get my revenge on Meteorologist Clown the next time we see each other for one final time, then after I get through with my sister Deena Hixx for The Blade Championship tournament when we collide for the Blade Championship with whoever in a Winner match at Bad Medicine on XWF.

The XWF Universe cheers for The Storm

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: but here's the thing, though, Steve. She may have been a part of the Blade Championship tournament Championship and if she beats me at Bad Medicine, then hopefully one day in the next show of Monday Warfare or Friday Anarchy, I'm coming for her Blade Championship, whether she likes it or not, and as for Missy Furry. They both better get some rest because next Sunday at Bad Medicine, Deena Hixx and I are leaving out as the winners for the Blade Championship.

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: and no one is gonna stop me from winning this Blade Championship tournament for The Blade titles when I go through Geek Goddess Deena Hixx. at Bad Medicine

on XWF.

XWF Universe Chants Storm is gonna kill them, Storm is gonna kill them, Storm is gonna kill them!

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Deena. may have won the handicap match, but she didn't win the war, but sooner or later, Deena Hixx and I. We will cross paths for the first time in XWF, but as for next Sunday Me and Deena are gonna fight each other until one of us moves on to the next tournament for The Blade Championship into that Bad Medicine building and step into that ring with me when I face my younger sister and see who's getting a new Blade Championship at Bad Medicine

on XWF.

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: So you actually think that you can outrun me cause last year

I won the Battle Royal and entered myself into the twenty four/seven briefcase, and I ended up failing, but that stops at Bad Medicinea nd knock some sense into my sis Deena Hixx.

When we both fight each other for the first time in a Blade Championship tournament next week

XWF Universe Cheers for The Storm one final time when she wraps it up

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: when Deena and I go inside of that arena were gonna give everything that we got until one of us moves on to the next round of the Blade tournament, and one of us

will win the tournament cause the last time I was in the other tournament, I won the whole thing and ended up entering the briefcase of twenty-four-seven, and now I'm entering another tournament against my little sis Deena Hixx this week in a Blade Championship tournament at Bad Medicine.

XWF Universe Chants you deserve it, you deserve it, you deserve it you deserve it, you deserve it!

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: Deena and I will blow the roof off this place, I mean, we haven't fought

each other since we teamed up against Meteorologist Clown. And now all of a sudden they want us to face and see who's gonna head onto the next round of the Blade tournament and see which one of us will be the new Blade Champion at Bad Medicine on XWF.

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: We may be enemies on Bad Medicine, but after our Blade tournament

You and I will go straight back as a tag team once we have our tournament this week at Bad Medicine, and once that's all said and done, we could go after those tag team or Anarchy tag team titles, whoever leaves out as tag Champions at Bad Medicine on XWF.

The Storm| Latoya Hixx: I'll see you Saturday at Bad Medicine, Deena. The Storm is coming.. to. San Francisco.

A Storm is Coming plays when Latoya flexes her muscles and drops the mic, exits 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 Enemy sister Deena. before their tournament begins this Saturday at Bad Medicine.

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