"Which still has that fugly bitch Gorgo's name on it....

TO THIS..."

"It better have my name on it and done with the same color font and style as in this picture. You tell them they better do it.... or there will be violence!"

The poor secretary nods agreeably and vows to deliver the message to the trio of power players. She snaps her fingers and her Simpling barges out of the office and files in step behind her.  They safely leave and live happily until she gets pissed off about something again. The end. 

 

*clears throat, and beautifully I may add*

"It may not be reflected on the XWF website yet—chalk that up to bias, neglect, or the kind of bookkeeping that usually precedes a class-action lawsuit—but titles don’t become real because a web intern remembers to hit “publish.”

They become real because of timing.

Because of leverage.

Because the right business decision is made when the moment demands it.

So let’s start here: thank you to Charlie Nickles, for being enough of a businessman to recognize what was best for this company right now, in this moment, whether the rest of the office was paying attention or not.

And let’s be perfectly clear about something else.

WARFARE results are final.

There are no returns.

There are no refunds.

And there are no rewrites.

JENNY MYST—despite what the website says (or fails to)—IS YOUR XWF X-TREME CHAMPION.

Now… here’s where it gets uncomfortable for the people who rely on technicalities to survive.

She is not a contracted wrestler here.

She has not signed a full-time contract.

And she has no obligation to play along with the fiction that this place is currently functional in any sort of meaningful way. (pulls up Jonathan Barrows number in her contacts)

Which means this championship?

It stays with her.

It stays with her while negotiations continue with whatever semblance of management still exists inside this bubble-puddle of afterbirth masquerading as a federation. It stays with her while adults figure out whether they’re running a company or a daycare with entrance music.

And because this fed insists on enforcing its ridiculous, juvenile 24/7 rule—seriously, that thing reads like an OSHA violation waiting to happen—Jenny Myst will defend herself at all times, in all places, against any and all backstage attempts to separate her from what she already owns.

But let’s be crystal clear:

There will be NO officially sanctioned XWF title defenses until such time.

Not in a ring.

Not with a referee.

Not until a real contract exists.

Facts are facts.

Rules are rules.

There are only two genders.

And to everyone confused, angry, or drafting forum posts through clenched teeth—

Have the day you deserve."