<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - 24/7 X-treme Championship]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Sun, 17 May 2026 16:56:47 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[The VDS- Vampire Distribution System]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50100 Sun, 17 May 2026 08:59:58 -0700 RemiStorm]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50100 Remi had been enjoying a rare peaceful afternoon at home sprawled across her couch with a blanket and absolutely no intentions of dealing with other human beings.

Then the doorbell rang.

With a sigh, she drags herself up and swings the front door open only to freeze at the sight of an unfamiliar pale man standing stiffly on her porch dressed like he exclusively attended underground nightclubs. Remi immediately points at him.

"For the LAST time, I am not associating with vampires and I am NOT a vampire trollop no matter what Samael says!"

The man blinks. ".... I was just looking for directions."

Remi narrows her eyes suspiciously. "That sounds exactly like something a vampire would say." She slams the door in his face. Muttering to herself, Remi storms back towards the living room and flops dramatically onto the couch again.

Five seconds later...

DING DONG!

"Oh for FUCK'S sake."

She rips the front door open again. A completely different pale man stands on her porch this time. "I swear to... NO! I don't know where you can find Kristoffer Arroyo, and..." Her attention is caught by a small black camping tent in the middle of her front yard. Remi's eyes narrow immediately. "Oh, absolutely not."

Because she had seen Samael's biography before. Lives wherever annoys you most.

Which meant he was absolutely inside that tent.

Barefoot and irritated, Remi shoulders around dude who was definitely a vampire, and strides across the grass. "DYSON!"

Silence.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! YOU SEE WHAT YOUR ACCUSATIONS HAVE CAUSED?!"

The tent zipper comes down as he peers at her.

"I am NEVER beating the allegations because of you..." Remi goes to enter the tent uninvited, because she isn't a vampire herself, duh... but awkwardly catches a foot on the lip of the tent. She trips forward into the tent, taking Samael down with her, landing on top in a tangled heap of blankets, limbs, and pure indignation. Remi lifts her head, looking at Samael, then beyond to a ref who was sitting cross-legged inside the tent beside them.

"You've got to be kidding me... You're in here too?"

The ref slaps the ground.

1!


"Are they your pets?"


2!]]> Remi had been enjoying a rare peaceful afternoon at home sprawled across her couch with a blanket and absolutely no intentions of dealing with other human beings.

Then the doorbell rang.

With a sigh, she drags herself up and swings the front door open only to freeze at the sight of an unfamiliar pale man standing stiffly on her porch dressed like he exclusively attended underground nightclubs. Remi immediately points at him.

"For the LAST time, I am not associating with vampires and I am NOT a vampire trollop no matter what Samael says!"

The man blinks. ".... I was just looking for directions."

Remi narrows her eyes suspiciously. "That sounds exactly like something a vampire would say." She slams the door in his face. Muttering to herself, Remi storms back towards the living room and flops dramatically onto the couch again.

Five seconds later...

DING DONG!

"Oh for FUCK'S sake."

She rips the front door open again. A completely different pale man stands on her porch this time. "I swear to... NO! I don't know where you can find Kristoffer Arroyo, and..." Her attention is caught by a small black camping tent in the middle of her front yard. Remi's eyes narrow immediately. "Oh, absolutely not."

Because she had seen Samael's biography before. Lives wherever annoys you most.

Which meant he was absolutely inside that tent.

Barefoot and irritated, Remi shoulders around dude who was definitely a vampire, and strides across the grass. "DYSON!"

Silence.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! YOU SEE WHAT YOUR ACCUSATIONS HAVE CAUSED?!"

The tent zipper comes down as he peers at her.

"I am NEVER beating the allegations because of you..." Remi goes to enter the tent uninvited, because she isn't a vampire herself, duh... but awkwardly catches a foot on the lip of the tent. She trips forward into the tent, taking Samael down with her, landing on top in a tangled heap of blankets, limbs, and pure indignation. Remi lifts her head, looking at Samael, then beyond to a ref who was sitting cross-legged inside the tent beside them.

"You've got to be kidding me... You're in here too?"

The ref slaps the ground.

1!


"Are they your pets?"


2!]]> <![CDATA[Testin’]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50099 Sun, 17 May 2026 02:31:04 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50099
Charlie! 

Dyson!

And their daily roll-up drill!]]>
Charlie! 

Dyson!

And their daily roll-up drill!]]> <![CDATA[LEAP OF FAITH PPV OPT-IN]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50095 Sat, 16 May 2026 00:43:04 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50095
PIN! 

Charlie rolls up Dyson!]]>
PIN! 

Charlie rolls up Dyson!]]> <![CDATA[LEAP OF FAITH PPV OPT-IN]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50092 Thu, 14 May 2026 18:09:35 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50092
Pins

Dyson

And

Puts

Bobby

In 

A

Cask 

Of

Bourbon.]]>
Pins

Dyson

And

Puts

Bobby

In 

A

Cask 

Of

Bourbon.]]> <![CDATA[Fender Bender]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50090 Wed, 13 May 2026 16:36:45 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50090
And then he pins him before he can walk away!]]>
And then he pins him before he can walk away!]]> <![CDATA[For The People]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50089 Wed, 13 May 2026 13:04:29 -0700 John Morgan of Morgan and Morgan]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50089

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John Morgan of Morgan & Morgan!

Morgan hits a superlawyer punch and knocks Dyson to the ground! Then he follows it up with the FOR THE PEOPLE'S ELBOW!!!

Here Comes Ultima Morgan of Morgan & Morgan to make the count!!!




1!




2!
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John Morgan of Morgan & Morgan!

Morgan hits a superlawyer punch and knocks Dyson to the ground! Then he follows it up with the FOR THE PEOPLE'S ELBOW!!!

Here Comes Ultima Morgan of Morgan & Morgan to make the count!!!




1!




2!
]]> <![CDATA[The Union Rep Meeting]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50082 Tue, 12 May 2026 05:18:47 -0700 Prof. Bobby Bourbon]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50082 'Sup kiddo.

Bobby approaches Samael in the vaunted, historic, and bloodstained XWF Xtreme Hallway.

Look, I was, uh, a little busy getting my Global Culinary Cabal set up and whatnot, but I just saw your plea for Dolly Waters to do a favor for you regarding someone looking to whoop your ass in a wrestling company.

For starters, you're welcome to cook in the GCC, by all means.

But if you can't take the heat stay out of the kitchen.

Fingers are meant for burning.

Service is our ultimate goal.

Noboby

Leaves

Hungry.

Bobby pats the Xtreme Championship belt on Samael's shoulder.

Marinate on that.

Otherwise, don't bother the little girl.

Don't threaten her by saying you'll deny the XWF fans.

Enjoy what you have.

It can go just like that, your ass served on a platter and people asking for seconds like you were just a sample at the store and you're only tasty when grilled.

I would know.

I've lost it all.

Bobby half shrugs.

You don't want to have nothing to lose.

Smile more.

People are watching.

Bobby nods at Samael. He then glances around, somewhat impatiently.

Several moments pass.

Bobby shakes his head.

Weird how nobody is scared of nobody anymore.

Well, Sammy, have a good day.

You're seen, and heard.

Bobby begins to walk away. As he does, a poof of purple crazy knockout gas erupts around his head.

Oh damn it, no...

Bobby succumbs to his own crazy purple knockout gas for what seems like enough times that this must be some weird ongoing gag. He falls to the ground, sleeping soundly. The referee walks up to Samael and just beckons for him to walk away, nothing happened here.]]> 'Sup kiddo.

Bobby approaches Samael in the vaunted, historic, and bloodstained XWF Xtreme Hallway.

Look, I was, uh, a little busy getting my Global Culinary Cabal set up and whatnot, but I just saw your plea for Dolly Waters to do a favor for you regarding someone looking to whoop your ass in a wrestling company.

For starters, you're welcome to cook in the GCC, by all means.

But if you can't take the heat stay out of the kitchen.

Fingers are meant for burning.

Service is our ultimate goal.

Noboby

Leaves

Hungry.

Bobby pats the Xtreme Championship belt on Samael's shoulder.

Marinate on that.

Otherwise, don't bother the little girl.

Don't threaten her by saying you'll deny the XWF fans.

Enjoy what you have.

It can go just like that, your ass served on a platter and people asking for seconds like you were just a sample at the store and you're only tasty when grilled.

I would know.

I've lost it all.

Bobby half shrugs.

You don't want to have nothing to lose.

Smile more.

People are watching.

Bobby nods at Samael. He then glances around, somewhat impatiently.

Several moments pass.

Bobby shakes his head.

Weird how nobody is scared of nobody anymore.

Well, Sammy, have a good day.

You're seen, and heard.

Bobby begins to walk away. As he does, a poof of purple crazy knockout gas erupts around his head.

Oh damn it, no...

Bobby succumbs to his own crazy purple knockout gas for what seems like enough times that this must be some weird ongoing gag. He falls to the ground, sleeping soundly. The referee walks up to Samael and just beckons for him to walk away, nothing happened here.]]> <![CDATA[Slander]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50079 Mon, 11 May 2026 13:24:40 -0700 RemiStorm]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50079 Remi had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon wandering through a local bookstore when she spots an unfortunately familiar figure in the horror section.

Samael Dyson.

Her eyes immediately drift toward the stack of vampire novels tucked beneath his arm as she approaches. It had been a while since she had seen him, and she had a bone to pick. "Listen, you can't call me a vampire loving vixen when you're over here looking like an emotionally unstable parakeet."

She huffs. "First off, I don't even like vampires."

She gestures at the books as Samael slowly looks at her.

"And second of all, I am not a vampire consort."

A pause.

".... And, if I was hypothetically involved in mysterious vampire business, I feel like I'd deserve some cool perks."

She places a hand on her hip thoughtfully.

"Like a castle. Or being able to fly. Or at least a nifty cloak."

Remi casually reaches over to tug one of the books from his hand's which leads into a tug of war that escalates rather quickly and ends up with them toppling onto the floor with her sprawled atop him. A referee suddenly pops out of nowhere and drops to the floor beside them.

1....

Remi starts violently. "Jesus CHRIST... do they just live in the walls?!"

2...]]> Remi had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon wandering through a local bookstore when she spots an unfortunately familiar figure in the horror section.

Samael Dyson.

Her eyes immediately drift toward the stack of vampire novels tucked beneath his arm as she approaches. It had been a while since she had seen him, and she had a bone to pick. "Listen, you can't call me a vampire loving vixen when you're over here looking like an emotionally unstable parakeet."

She huffs. "First off, I don't even like vampires."

She gestures at the books as Samael slowly looks at her.

"And second of all, I am not a vampire consort."

A pause.

".... And, if I was hypothetically involved in mysterious vampire business, I feel like I'd deserve some cool perks."

She places a hand on her hip thoughtfully.

"Like a castle. Or being able to fly. Or at least a nifty cloak."

Remi casually reaches over to tug one of the books from his hand's which leads into a tug of war that escalates rather quickly and ends up with them toppling onto the floor with her sprawled atop him. A referee suddenly pops out of nowhere and drops to the floor beside them.

1....

Remi starts violently. "Jesus CHRIST... do they just live in the walls?!"

2...]]> <![CDATA[Anarchy 420-Yolo-Swag]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50016 Wed, 22 Apr 2026 20:52:04 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50016
Pins……

MADISON DYSONS CORPSE! 

With a massive hog! 

Not his hog-

But one he leased on Craigslist for hogging activities! 

Charlie makes the pin on Dyson!]]>
Pins……

MADISON DYSONS CORPSE! 

With a massive hog! 

Not his hog-

But one he leased on Craigslist for hogging activities! 

Charlie makes the pin on Dyson!]]> <![CDATA[ANARCHY 04-67-69]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50013 Tue, 21 Apr 2026 12:25:29 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50013
Where 

He takes Dyson 

And…


PINS HIM!]]>
Where 

He takes Dyson 

And…


PINS HIM!]]> <![CDATA[Anarchy 04-16-2026]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50011 Mon, 20 Apr 2026 11:58:18 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50011
With no funny business! 

And slightly less piss than last time.]]>
With no funny business! 

And slightly less piss than last time.]]> <![CDATA[ANARCHY 04-16-2026]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50010 Mon, 20 Apr 2026 11:18:02 -0700 Jordan Penn]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50010
Samael falls. 

"You know who I'm growing quite fond of? That Kris Arroyo fellow."

Jordan pins Samael.

1...2...]]>
Samael falls. 

"You know who I'm growing quite fond of? That Kris Arroyo fellow."

Jordan pins Samael.

1...2...]]> <![CDATA[A VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE FOR YOUR XTREME CHAMPION!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50009 Sat, 18 Apr 2026 01:24:17 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50009
YOU ARE BEING PINNED BY CHARLIE NICKLES!]]>
YOU ARE BEING PINNED BY CHARLIE NICKLES!]]> <![CDATA[Boredom Buster]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50005 Thu, 16 Apr 2026 17:51:01 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50005
Charlie pins Dyson !]]>
Charlie pins Dyson !]]> <![CDATA[Boredom Buster]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50004 Thu, 16 Apr 2026 13:55:24 -0700 RemiStorm]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=50004 Remi was strolling through the park when she stumbles across a familiar face.

Samael Dyson!

How nice!
He was sprawled out yet again scribbling in a notebook. It had been awhile since anyone had paid him a visit, and Remi thought he might be getting a little bit bored or lonely. At least it would be a different face than Charlie Nickles this time.

She scampers over and plops herself onto the grass beside him on her belly, lightly kicking her feet in the air.

"Hi again! Whatcha doing? Planning something nefarious?"


She casually places a hand on his chest as she leans forward, craning her neck to get a better view of the written text.

A referee drops down from up in a tree, startling Remi. He starts the count.

1...

"Shit! Do they just like, follow you around or something?"


2....



]]> Remi was strolling through the park when she stumbles across a familiar face.

Samael Dyson!

How nice!
He was sprawled out yet again scribbling in a notebook. It had been awhile since anyone had paid him a visit, and Remi thought he might be getting a little bit bored or lonely. At least it would be a different face than Charlie Nickles this time.

She scampers over and plops herself onto the grass beside him on her belly, lightly kicking her feet in the air.

"Hi again! Whatcha doing? Planning something nefarious?"


She casually places a hand on his chest as she leans forward, craning her neck to get a better view of the written text.

A referee drops down from up in a tree, startling Remi. He starts the count.

1...

"Shit! Do they just like, follow you around or something?"


2....



]]>