<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Wild Card Weekend (June 29th) PPV RP Archive]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Mon, 11 May 2026 02:10:56 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Tony Goes to Hollywood ----Deadline----]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4177 Sat, 29 Jun 2013 11:59:50 -0700 Tony Santos]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4177 Santos: Driver, this is good. Let us out here.

The scene opens inside the lavish limo of Tony Santos, which Tony has ordered to pull in next to, another limousine company? Yes, Tony and Jeremy are pulling in to Sterling Limousine Service, only two blocks away from the Staples Center, which is the site of tonight's Wild Card Weekend event.

Limo Driver: Yes, sir. Here?

Tony, slightly perturbed at such a basic question...

Santos: Yes. Here.

The driver lets them off on the corner of South Figueroa Street and West Pico Boulevard. Tony, realizing that he has no actual cash on him at the moment, having spent his money on ridiculously expensive sunglasses, a new wardrobe, and training equipment that he was having shipped back to his "gym" in Brighton (a/k/a, the basement of his apartment). He sifts through the pockets of his jeans one last time, making every effort to look concerned about the fact that he can't tip this man, then proceeds to yank the door open. Briefly jolting his head down to the passenger side window of the limo, he speaks to the limo driver.

Santos: Put the tip on my card. 25%, just for you!

The driver, a man of roughly 40 or so and Hispanic descent, gives a look of confusion.

Limo Driver: Sir, you gave me no card.

Too late. Tony was already trudging along down the sidewalk. Jeremy, still awkwardly sitting in the limo, hands the driver a five dollar bill and some coins, pitifully trying to make up for Tony's frugality.

Jeremy: Sorry, this is all I have. I'll credit you when we get back?

The limo driver, knowing that they wouldn't be back, ever, simply waves Jeremy off.

Limo Driver: Thank you for your kindness, sir.

Jeremy bolts out of the car at the rate of a freed hostage. Rushing up to catch Tony, who was already schmoozing with the locals. Tony was particularly interested in one fairly attractive woman, most likely mid-to-late 20s, who was giving him attention...

Santos: You want an autograph? Sure. No, no, I don't do paper autographs. What about your, well...

Tony motions to her breasts. He receives only an offended look and a slap to the face.

Santos: Well, to hell with you then! You're missing out on big things, honey!

The woman makes a hand gesture using her index and middle fingers on her right hand, making it clear that she thinks that she, well, isn't missing anything big.

However, before Tony can respond with something that he'll regret five seconds later, Jeremy catches up with him. Not far behind him is a reporter with LA Weekly.

Jeremy: Sir, let's get out of here before you make a jerk out of yourself...

Jeremy is shoved to the side by this reporter, who seems intent on grilling Tony as soon as possible prior to his US Title match tonight.

LA Weekly Reporter: Tony Santos! How the hell are ya?? My name is Lawrence (don't call me Larry) Riley, and I'm with LA Weekly. You have a pretty big match tonight against Mr. Satellite tonight, am I right? Tony, am I right?

This man's up front and obnoxious personality manages to throw off Tony of all people, but only slightly. Feeling a bit slighted, Tony looks to brush this man off, but, hey, this is a Los Angeles tabloid magazine, these folks are like sharks. You don't brush them off, ever. They've dealt with the likes of Paris Hilton, Kanye West, Tommy Lee (90s reference), and many, many similar celebrities. Some professional wrestler wasn't going to push them away, no matter how intimidating or unwelcoming. They'd seen the worst, and could handle the worst.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony! The people of Southern California need to know! Are you ready for tonight, or are your boozing problems and daddy issues going to keep you from being focused tonight?

Tony stops and turns toward Lawrence (don't call him Larry), and flashes a smile.

Santos: Larry, let's talk. You got a place we can sit?

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony, it's Lawrence, thank you. Yes, let's talk in our trailer over here. I promise you, it's quite nice!

Lawrence (don't call him Larry) leads Tony down South Figueroa, toward the Staples Center. They reach a large, white trailer with "LA Weekly" plastered across the side of it. Clearly, this tabloid was making good money.

Lawrence opens the door and leads Tony, and, reluctantly, Jeremy, inside. Once they step inside, they see a full-fledged living area, with a kitchen, "living room" of sorts with a 50-inch flat screen TV and multiple video game consoles (who said tabloid folks don't like to game?), and a few areas to sleep.

Tony, in awe, looks around the trailer, soaking in all of the amenities. He sinks into the plush, leather couch, smiling and staring at the ceiling. Tony gets up, feels the marble kitchen countertops, awes at the HDTV in front of him, and generally just soaks in everything that he has neglected up to this point. Tony gives a look of realization to Jeremy, clearly understanding what he was going to do with his next paycheck.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony, Tony. I'm glad you're enjoying my "palace" of sorts. However, do you mind if we sit down and talk about your match tonight?

Tony, smiling, answers...

Santos: Sure, I don't care. This couch is fantastic.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony, before I start this interview, I must ask you, are you under the influence of marijuana?

Tony just turns his head and smiles at Lawrence...

Santos: Oh, wouldn't you love that, Larry. It'd make for fantastic front-page material. No, no, I'm just comfortable. Enjoying my time here before I have to get in to somewhat serious mode and have my re-match against Satellite.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Okay, well then let's begin...

Tony puts a hand up in front of Lawrence...

Santos: Wait, why am I talking to LA Weekly? Don't you guys only deal with celebrities, music, movies, and stuff? You don't care about sports, right? What's the point of me being here?

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Well, sir, with you, you're front page material. We want to know all about you (and the many mishaps in your life). Let's begin.

Tony, smiling to a completely unamused Jeremy, who's busy playing with a Rubik's Cube and trying to avoid this awkward situation, jerks his head back to Lawrence.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): So, Tony, you're facing Mr. Satellite tonight for the U.S. Title. This is a rematch of sorts of your battle with him in a steel cage a few weeks ago for the TV Title. How do you feel about this match going in, and what will you do differently this time versus last?

Santos: Larry, I should've won that match and been crowned the XWF TV Champ then, and I'm going to be crowned U.S. Champ tonight. Satellite was saved by a time limit and that only. I can outmaneuver him in the ring and on the mic. While he's dealing with extra-marital issues and alien children, I'm busy going for titles. Have I been successful yet? No. Will I be tonight? Absolutely.

Satellite's weak. My goal is to whip him three times to win the belt. Hell, Satellite's been a whipping boy his entire life, so this will be nothing new to him. He's clearly, clearly ready for an easy victory for himself, but that just shows his ignorance and foolishness. This man forgets that he was brought to the brink for the TV Title on cable television, and I promise that I'll end him on pay TV tonight.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): But, Tony, this is a man who has won multiple belts. He's a decorated champion in the XWF. How will you get past that?

Santos: Don't worry, Larry, don't worry at all. Satellite is more worried about people obsessing over his greatest than he is about his accomplishments. He's as paranoid as they come. A man that narcissistic and unnecessarily concerned about his well-being will go down in short order. Sure, he's a good champion, but he's insecure. Insecure about his personal life, and insecure about himself in the ring. If he's worrying about things not related to wrestling in the ring, he's not focused.

Tony pauses and looks upward at the white, tile ceiling of the trailer. He pauses for an extra few moments, considering his words carefully.

Santos: My father passed away last week, and it's made me reflect on things. There are more important things down here than what are going on elsewhere. Satellite is stuck in his own head and can't conceive reality. Tonight, I look forward to kicking reality into his skull.

I lost to him once, but I damn well sure won't lose again. Real pain lies on Earth, and Satellite will feel that harsh reality tonight. Goodnight, sweet prince. Say goodbye to the U.S. Title.

Tony abruptly gets up and walks out of the trailer, with plenty of LA to see.

The scene fades to black.]]> Santos: Driver, this is good. Let us out here.

The scene opens inside the lavish limo of Tony Santos, which Tony has ordered to pull in next to, another limousine company? Yes, Tony and Jeremy are pulling in to Sterling Limousine Service, only two blocks away from the Staples Center, which is the site of tonight's Wild Card Weekend event.

Limo Driver: Yes, sir. Here?

Tony, slightly perturbed at such a basic question...

Santos: Yes. Here.

The driver lets them off on the corner of South Figueroa Street and West Pico Boulevard. Tony, realizing that he has no actual cash on him at the moment, having spent his money on ridiculously expensive sunglasses, a new wardrobe, and training equipment that he was having shipped back to his "gym" in Brighton (a/k/a, the basement of his apartment). He sifts through the pockets of his jeans one last time, making every effort to look concerned about the fact that he can't tip this man, then proceeds to yank the door open. Briefly jolting his head down to the passenger side window of the limo, he speaks to the limo driver.

Santos: Put the tip on my card. 25%, just for you!

The driver, a man of roughly 40 or so and Hispanic descent, gives a look of confusion.

Limo Driver: Sir, you gave me no card.

Too late. Tony was already trudging along down the sidewalk. Jeremy, still awkwardly sitting in the limo, hands the driver a five dollar bill and some coins, pitifully trying to make up for Tony's frugality.

Jeremy: Sorry, this is all I have. I'll credit you when we get back?

The limo driver, knowing that they wouldn't be back, ever, simply waves Jeremy off.

Limo Driver: Thank you for your kindness, sir.

Jeremy bolts out of the car at the rate of a freed hostage. Rushing up to catch Tony, who was already schmoozing with the locals. Tony was particularly interested in one fairly attractive woman, most likely mid-to-late 20s, who was giving him attention...

Santos: You want an autograph? Sure. No, no, I don't do paper autographs. What about your, well...

Tony motions to her breasts. He receives only an offended look and a slap to the face.

Santos: Well, to hell with you then! You're missing out on big things, honey!

The woman makes a hand gesture using her index and middle fingers on her right hand, making it clear that she thinks that she, well, isn't missing anything big.

However, before Tony can respond with something that he'll regret five seconds later, Jeremy catches up with him. Not far behind him is a reporter with LA Weekly.

Jeremy: Sir, let's get out of here before you make a jerk out of yourself...

Jeremy is shoved to the side by this reporter, who seems intent on grilling Tony as soon as possible prior to his US Title match tonight.

LA Weekly Reporter: Tony Santos! How the hell are ya?? My name is Lawrence (don't call me Larry) Riley, and I'm with LA Weekly. You have a pretty big match tonight against Mr. Satellite tonight, am I right? Tony, am I right?

This man's up front and obnoxious personality manages to throw off Tony of all people, but only slightly. Feeling a bit slighted, Tony looks to brush this man off, but, hey, this is a Los Angeles tabloid magazine, these folks are like sharks. You don't brush them off, ever. They've dealt with the likes of Paris Hilton, Kanye West, Tommy Lee (90s reference), and many, many similar celebrities. Some professional wrestler wasn't going to push them away, no matter how intimidating or unwelcoming. They'd seen the worst, and could handle the worst.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony! The people of Southern California need to know! Are you ready for tonight, or are your boozing problems and daddy issues going to keep you from being focused tonight?

Tony stops and turns toward Lawrence (don't call him Larry), and flashes a smile.

Santos: Larry, let's talk. You got a place we can sit?

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony, it's Lawrence, thank you. Yes, let's talk in our trailer over here. I promise you, it's quite nice!

Lawrence (don't call him Larry) leads Tony down South Figueroa, toward the Staples Center. They reach a large, white trailer with "LA Weekly" plastered across the side of it. Clearly, this tabloid was making good money.

Lawrence opens the door and leads Tony, and, reluctantly, Jeremy, inside. Once they step inside, they see a full-fledged living area, with a kitchen, "living room" of sorts with a 50-inch flat screen TV and multiple video game consoles (who said tabloid folks don't like to game?), and a few areas to sleep.

Tony, in awe, looks around the trailer, soaking in all of the amenities. He sinks into the plush, leather couch, smiling and staring at the ceiling. Tony gets up, feels the marble kitchen countertops, awes at the HDTV in front of him, and generally just soaks in everything that he has neglected up to this point. Tony gives a look of realization to Jeremy, clearly understanding what he was going to do with his next paycheck.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony, Tony. I'm glad you're enjoying my "palace" of sorts. However, do you mind if we sit down and talk about your match tonight?

Tony, smiling, answers...

Santos: Sure, I don't care. This couch is fantastic.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Tony, before I start this interview, I must ask you, are you under the influence of marijuana?

Tony just turns his head and smiles at Lawrence...

Santos: Oh, wouldn't you love that, Larry. It'd make for fantastic front-page material. No, no, I'm just comfortable. Enjoying my time here before I have to get in to somewhat serious mode and have my re-match against Satellite.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Okay, well then let's begin...

Tony puts a hand up in front of Lawrence...

Santos: Wait, why am I talking to LA Weekly? Don't you guys only deal with celebrities, music, movies, and stuff? You don't care about sports, right? What's the point of me being here?

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): Well, sir, with you, you're front page material. We want to know all about you (and the many mishaps in your life). Let's begin.

Tony, smiling to a completely unamused Jeremy, who's busy playing with a Rubik's Cube and trying to avoid this awkward situation, jerks his head back to Lawrence.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): So, Tony, you're facing Mr. Satellite tonight for the U.S. Title. This is a rematch of sorts of your battle with him in a steel cage a few weeks ago for the TV Title. How do you feel about this match going in, and what will you do differently this time versus last?

Santos: Larry, I should've won that match and been crowned the XWF TV Champ then, and I'm going to be crowned U.S. Champ tonight. Satellite was saved by a time limit and that only. I can outmaneuver him in the ring and on the mic. While he's dealing with extra-marital issues and alien children, I'm busy going for titles. Have I been successful yet? No. Will I be tonight? Absolutely.

Satellite's weak. My goal is to whip him three times to win the belt. Hell, Satellite's been a whipping boy his entire life, so this will be nothing new to him. He's clearly, clearly ready for an easy victory for himself, but that just shows his ignorance and foolishness. This man forgets that he was brought to the brink for the TV Title on cable television, and I promise that I'll end him on pay TV tonight.

Lawrence (don't call him Larry): But, Tony, this is a man who has won multiple belts. He's a decorated champion in the XWF. How will you get past that?

Santos: Don't worry, Larry, don't worry at all. Satellite is more worried about people obsessing over his greatest than he is about his accomplishments. He's as paranoid as they come. A man that narcissistic and unnecessarily concerned about his well-being will go down in short order. Sure, he's a good champion, but he's insecure. Insecure about his personal life, and insecure about himself in the ring. If he's worrying about things not related to wrestling in the ring, he's not focused.

Tony pauses and looks upward at the white, tile ceiling of the trailer. He pauses for an extra few moments, considering his words carefully.

Santos: My father passed away last week, and it's made me reflect on things. There are more important things down here than what are going on elsewhere. Satellite is stuck in his own head and can't conceive reality. Tonight, I look forward to kicking reality into his skull.

I lost to him once, but I damn well sure won't lose again. Real pain lies on Earth, and Satellite will feel that harsh reality tonight. Goodnight, sweet prince. Say goodbye to the U.S. Title.

Tony abruptly gets up and walks out of the trailer, with plenty of LA to see.

The scene fades to black.]]> <![CDATA[Preparing You for the future..]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4176 Sat, 29 Jun 2013 11:47:41 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4176 Eli is relaxing in his room in Los Angeles waiting for the big event later in the evening. He's heard what everyone is saying about him in the XWF.. more specifically those in the Elimination Chamber match. He sits by a window as he gets up early in the morning.. waits.. and watches as the sun comes up shining down on the city. He smiles enjoying the sunrise. He gets in his usual clothing style and sets up a camera to video him sitting in the chair by the window talking..

Eli James IV "A word said a lot around here is fear. Luca.. you seem to be one that can't stop talkin'. Every word that comes out of your mouth makes me realize how stupid people are. If you actually defined the words you say and try to make it look like an actual sentence.. you'd see why I say that. You seem a little obsessed about the other guys in the match and give a cold shoulder to me. That confirms to me that you really are as stupid as you talk. You ever sit down and listen to someone talk.. and talk.. and talk.. and talk.. and you just start tuning them out because of the stupidity coming out of their mouths? I do it every time you speak. It's nonsense. It's ignorance. It's stupidity. It's really fear settling in you. You might think it's not, but it is, man. You keep quiet about me because you're not real sure what to say. All you can think about with me is what others have already said.. the crazy preacher. A man who believes in lies. Heh. Mark Flyn.. Heironeous.. Luca.. Peter.. Nightmare.. I can appreciate you drive and passion to win this battle. Y'all wanna fight Madison and become the King of this company. I can only imagine what kind of dump this place would become.. probably much worse than what it is. The sin will rise even higher and grow in each of you even more. Why do you continue to place hope where there is none? Do ya really think I fear any of you? Peter Gilmour.. you think I called myself a god? Nah, man. I'm not a god. Just the messenger. It's sad to think you call yourself god. Didn't you get injured? That makes your god weak. Hehehe. You're in for a surprise awakening calling me out, boy.

Someone knocks on Eli's door. It's Mary-Beth with some breakfast and fresh squeezed lemonade for Eli. She sits it on his table and leaves the room. He takes a good sip of the lemonade.

Eli James IV "Ahhhh. That's some good lemonade. Do you realize that I fought Wednesday.. Saturday.. Wednesday.. and Saturday? This will be my third match in one week.. y'all got rested up from your last fight.. while I continued to battle my way to this chamber. After this chamber match.. I'm fighting again on Wednesday. I don't need rest like you fellas. I've done hard work all my life. You boys wouldn't last a day on the farm in the summer. You probably wouldn't be able to live for a year on your own out there. That's why I'm tougher than you. Nightmare.. I can appreciate some things you've said. As a matter of fact, man.. maybe we can talk sometime privately? I can tell you about something that could change your whole life, man. You don't have to give any money.. you don't have to drink any kool-aid.. it's a real simple life.. a life filled with purpose, man.

Eli stands up and stretches a little. He looks out the window and opens it up to hear all the noise coming from the outside.

Eli James IV "People fill themselves with something to avoid the emptiness that lies within. Off they walk after the sun rises to do something that doesn't mean anything. The future is here. You just don't see it yet. You choose not to. Sing praises to yourself. Think your better than everyone else.. but every time someone comes along and proves your statements to be false. Everyone that'll be in the Chamber with me has done their talking.. has been in this company longer than I.. has fought superstar after superstar in this place.. and this is where I enter the realm. You've never seen anyone like me, man. I'm a never athlete.. a different wrestler.. a different person than anyone you've ever come across. I'm different because I stand tall and strong with a purpose. I'm different because you can't figure me out and it frightens you. I speak truth and it shakes the core of what you thought was right. Your words may echo in many ears, but not in mine. The only thing you can do is try and treat me like a normal man. The only thing you can do is play the guess game. You work so hard trying to come up with ideas about me, yet you ignore the plain truth I teach. Many times people will zoom in one somethin' they can't figure out and try to make it sound deep.. meaningful.. when the truth is they're not real sure what it means.. it's guesses.. and when simple truths are before their very eyes they can't see it. They can't see the simple, and try to uncover the hidden. That's your problem. You won't find out everything, man. It's not your purpose to find out everything. Ya see, boys.. everyone has been given a simple revelation of truth. Creation testifies to a Creator who made every thing around with a purpose. Things didn't evolve over billions of years. An apple comes from an apple tree.. a human baby comes from human beings.. everything comes from its kind.. as it says in Genesis. Ant-eaters will never be able to give birth to a human being no matter how many years goes by. An apple tree will never shoot out a watermelon no matter how many years goes by. Everything brings forth what its created to bring forth. A simple truth. Yet so many cover their eyes at the simplicity of that truth and try to make it complex.. with hidden messages that prove something else. The only kind you guys will produce is pollution upon this earth because its what you are. Once the first man sinned.. we were born into that sinful nature.. after the kind. The only way of redemption and fixing the broke pieces in our spirit is the Almighty. A simple truth.. but a truth where you have to yield. A truth where you have to become self-less. A truth where you have to surrender to someone. You don't like that, huh? You have trouble with someone being in control or over you? Try telling a police officer he has no authority or power over you if you get pulled over for speeding and see how it goes. People like to pick and choose what they obey.. it just has to suit them. You've selected your beliefs because it suits you, but if someone comes along and it doesn't fit your atmosphere.. then what? You mock. You tell them you're right and their wrong. Your opinions are more important than theirs. Ya see how your world collapses on itself? It's an argument that defeats itself. It's a foundation that crumbles before it even starts to begin. When it's time to begin the battle in the Chamber.. you'll see me across one side and all your opinions you thought about me will confuse your state of mind. Everything you were taught will fade away into a black hole never to find again. All your words can echo in a cave, but nobody is there to hear them. Nobody cares to listen. Your words will turn to static noise. Your world will continue to fall in the shadows and soon will turn to complete darkness. There will be no lights to help you find the way home. You'll suffer in your sins for your sins. In the goodness of my heart, I'll continue to do my part and try to help you all see the light. I will continue to cover this place with mercy and grace until the day of judgment comes. I will continue to spread the message of hope.. of light.. of life.. of truth.. of justice.. of righteousness and holiness.. no matter what you call me or say about me.. I will continue to fulfill my purpose and warn you all of the coming wrath. I know you'll turn your ears away. It will not keep me silent. If nobody falls to the words of the Almighty and turns into the new direction that's available.. then you will all leave me no choice but to condemn this place for judgment. Your lives are in my hands, man. I have the power to save or destroy. The Chamber will just be a stone I step on to move forward in fulfilling the purpose. You boys have said your peace to me and tried to defeat me. You tried to get in my head and make me spill over. You think this my mind games? Hehe. Man, it's just me being me. Hope and pray that Eli James shows mercy. The future is bright. It's coming... Hehehehe.

Eli goes back to his seat and starts eating the food Mary-Beth brought in earlier. Following the meal, Eli meets Mary-Beth, Emma-Lee, Eric Rex, Lacey Witasick, Victor, and Sal outside of the hotel they are staying in. They are wearing the new clothes they purchased with Eli's money when they went shopping at Beverly Hills. Eric seems to be enjoying the suit, but still looks like he doesn't want to be there. Victor is talking to Lacey. Sal is counting money Eli gave him for being an employer of him. Emma and Mary are looking at Eli. Eli is watching everything around with a big grin on his face. A white limo comes up and they all get inside. It drives off to the Staples Center where the Wild Card Weekend pay per view is at. Sal is still counting money.. as he does he is quietly singing 'money.. money.. money.. money.. money.. I want my money'. Eric looks bored. Victor is watching Lacey as she plays with her dolls. Emma and Marry are still staring at Eli while Eli watches everyone.

Eli James IV "Glad everyone is here with me tonight to fight at the pay per view. Something is gonna happen tonight and people are oblivious to it. The fans will enter the building.. ready to watch action in the ring.. get entertained.. and think they'll leave the same. They will start to see the truth. They will begin to hear for the first time the good news. It'll resonate within and bloom into something for everyone to see. Your minds will start to shaken.. your eyes will be open.. your heads will start spinning.. your hearts start racing.. then you'll realize a small piece of the puzzle is being laid down. Everyone always wants to hurry up and see the final picture of the puzzle.. 'give me the last piece!'.. they'll yell for.. but they miss the fun. They miss the mystery and uniqueness of what each piece does.. a part from the picture it's nothing. Once it's all together, then it's a masterpiece. Everyone wants me to hurry up and just explain myself. Nah, man. Gotta wait. It's just the beginning of you looking at pieces of the puzzle. You're far from having all the pieces laid out in front of you. When all the pieces are out... then you gotta put it all together. By then, it could be too late Don't you wanna live with certainty? Don't you wanna have assurance of the future? They ignore piece by piece. Open the windows a little...

They look at Eli and do what he says. They roll down the windows and hear horns beeping.. people yelling.. chatter from all over.

Eli James IV "You hear noise. Variations of noise, huh? Me? I hear the band slowly tuning their instruments. Anyone can grab some sticks and start hitting a bucket. It's nothing but racket. Unless you're listening in closely to the music that's about to be made.

Sal finally stops counting and looks up at a smiling Eli. Eli stops talking and stares at Eric Rex.

Eli James IV "Five men in the Chamber.. one man rises up and leaves with another opportunity down the road. Fear is just a word. But it's a word that strikes all my opponents. Oh, what grace shall bestow? There is no other, but Thee. Fill my lips with Thy words and my heart with Thy law. I will stand and they will fall. It's the beginning of you here. Welcome thee with open arms and your dirtiness will be removed. Be cleansed from the works of his hand.. it's at constant work without ceasing. The water will not dry up until the waterfall is stopped by the dam of his hands. Then all will dry up and thirst. No water will fall.. only fire to burn away the dry... the dry will turn to ash and those in the ocean of his lordship will not be burned.

Eli looks once again out the window.

Eli James IV "Boys in the Chamber... play with fire and you'll get burned. Too bad the only lighter around is in my hands. Hehehe. Didn't they tell ya?! Didn't they warn ya?!? It doesn't matter. You're entering the wrong place against the wrong man. ]]> Eli is relaxing in his room in Los Angeles waiting for the big event later in the evening. He's heard what everyone is saying about him in the XWF.. more specifically those in the Elimination Chamber match. He sits by a window as he gets up early in the morning.. waits.. and watches as the sun comes up shining down on the city. He smiles enjoying the sunrise. He gets in his usual clothing style and sets up a camera to video him sitting in the chair by the window talking..

Eli James IV "A word said a lot around here is fear. Luca.. you seem to be one that can't stop talkin'. Every word that comes out of your mouth makes me realize how stupid people are. If you actually defined the words you say and try to make it look like an actual sentence.. you'd see why I say that. You seem a little obsessed about the other guys in the match and give a cold shoulder to me. That confirms to me that you really are as stupid as you talk. You ever sit down and listen to someone talk.. and talk.. and talk.. and talk.. and you just start tuning them out because of the stupidity coming out of their mouths? I do it every time you speak. It's nonsense. It's ignorance. It's stupidity. It's really fear settling in you. You might think it's not, but it is, man. You keep quiet about me because you're not real sure what to say. All you can think about with me is what others have already said.. the crazy preacher. A man who believes in lies. Heh. Mark Flyn.. Heironeous.. Luca.. Peter.. Nightmare.. I can appreciate you drive and passion to win this battle. Y'all wanna fight Madison and become the King of this company. I can only imagine what kind of dump this place would become.. probably much worse than what it is. The sin will rise even higher and grow in each of you even more. Why do you continue to place hope where there is none? Do ya really think I fear any of you? Peter Gilmour.. you think I called myself a god? Nah, man. I'm not a god. Just the messenger. It's sad to think you call yourself god. Didn't you get injured? That makes your god weak. Hehehe. You're in for a surprise awakening calling me out, boy.

Someone knocks on Eli's door. It's Mary-Beth with some breakfast and fresh squeezed lemonade for Eli. She sits it on his table and leaves the room. He takes a good sip of the lemonade.

Eli James IV "Ahhhh. That's some good lemonade. Do you realize that I fought Wednesday.. Saturday.. Wednesday.. and Saturday? This will be my third match in one week.. y'all got rested up from your last fight.. while I continued to battle my way to this chamber. After this chamber match.. I'm fighting again on Wednesday. I don't need rest like you fellas. I've done hard work all my life. You boys wouldn't last a day on the farm in the summer. You probably wouldn't be able to live for a year on your own out there. That's why I'm tougher than you. Nightmare.. I can appreciate some things you've said. As a matter of fact, man.. maybe we can talk sometime privately? I can tell you about something that could change your whole life, man. You don't have to give any money.. you don't have to drink any kool-aid.. it's a real simple life.. a life filled with purpose, man.

Eli stands up and stretches a little. He looks out the window and opens it up to hear all the noise coming from the outside.

Eli James IV "People fill themselves with something to avoid the emptiness that lies within. Off they walk after the sun rises to do something that doesn't mean anything. The future is here. You just don't see it yet. You choose not to. Sing praises to yourself. Think your better than everyone else.. but every time someone comes along and proves your statements to be false. Everyone that'll be in the Chamber with me has done their talking.. has been in this company longer than I.. has fought superstar after superstar in this place.. and this is where I enter the realm. You've never seen anyone like me, man. I'm a never athlete.. a different wrestler.. a different person than anyone you've ever come across. I'm different because I stand tall and strong with a purpose. I'm different because you can't figure me out and it frightens you. I speak truth and it shakes the core of what you thought was right. Your words may echo in many ears, but not in mine. The only thing you can do is try and treat me like a normal man. The only thing you can do is play the guess game. You work so hard trying to come up with ideas about me, yet you ignore the plain truth I teach. Many times people will zoom in one somethin' they can't figure out and try to make it sound deep.. meaningful.. when the truth is they're not real sure what it means.. it's guesses.. and when simple truths are before their very eyes they can't see it. They can't see the simple, and try to uncover the hidden. That's your problem. You won't find out everything, man. It's not your purpose to find out everything. Ya see, boys.. everyone has been given a simple revelation of truth. Creation testifies to a Creator who made every thing around with a purpose. Things didn't evolve over billions of years. An apple comes from an apple tree.. a human baby comes from human beings.. everything comes from its kind.. as it says in Genesis. Ant-eaters will never be able to give birth to a human being no matter how many years goes by. An apple tree will never shoot out a watermelon no matter how many years goes by. Everything brings forth what its created to bring forth. A simple truth. Yet so many cover their eyes at the simplicity of that truth and try to make it complex.. with hidden messages that prove something else. The only kind you guys will produce is pollution upon this earth because its what you are. Once the first man sinned.. we were born into that sinful nature.. after the kind. The only way of redemption and fixing the broke pieces in our spirit is the Almighty. A simple truth.. but a truth where you have to yield. A truth where you have to become self-less. A truth where you have to surrender to someone. You don't like that, huh? You have trouble with someone being in control or over you? Try telling a police officer he has no authority or power over you if you get pulled over for speeding and see how it goes. People like to pick and choose what they obey.. it just has to suit them. You've selected your beliefs because it suits you, but if someone comes along and it doesn't fit your atmosphere.. then what? You mock. You tell them you're right and their wrong. Your opinions are more important than theirs. Ya see how your world collapses on itself? It's an argument that defeats itself. It's a foundation that crumbles before it even starts to begin. When it's time to begin the battle in the Chamber.. you'll see me across one side and all your opinions you thought about me will confuse your state of mind. Everything you were taught will fade away into a black hole never to find again. All your words can echo in a cave, but nobody is there to hear them. Nobody cares to listen. Your words will turn to static noise. Your world will continue to fall in the shadows and soon will turn to complete darkness. There will be no lights to help you find the way home. You'll suffer in your sins for your sins. In the goodness of my heart, I'll continue to do my part and try to help you all see the light. I will continue to cover this place with mercy and grace until the day of judgment comes. I will continue to spread the message of hope.. of light.. of life.. of truth.. of justice.. of righteousness and holiness.. no matter what you call me or say about me.. I will continue to fulfill my purpose and warn you all of the coming wrath. I know you'll turn your ears away. It will not keep me silent. If nobody falls to the words of the Almighty and turns into the new direction that's available.. then you will all leave me no choice but to condemn this place for judgment. Your lives are in my hands, man. I have the power to save or destroy. The Chamber will just be a stone I step on to move forward in fulfilling the purpose. You boys have said your peace to me and tried to defeat me. You tried to get in my head and make me spill over. You think this my mind games? Hehe. Man, it's just me being me. Hope and pray that Eli James shows mercy. The future is bright. It's coming... Hehehehe.

Eli goes back to his seat and starts eating the food Mary-Beth brought in earlier. Following the meal, Eli meets Mary-Beth, Emma-Lee, Eric Rex, Lacey Witasick, Victor, and Sal outside of the hotel they are staying in. They are wearing the new clothes they purchased with Eli's money when they went shopping at Beverly Hills. Eric seems to be enjoying the suit, but still looks like he doesn't want to be there. Victor is talking to Lacey. Sal is counting money Eli gave him for being an employer of him. Emma and Mary are looking at Eli. Eli is watching everything around with a big grin on his face. A white limo comes up and they all get inside. It drives off to the Staples Center where the Wild Card Weekend pay per view is at. Sal is still counting money.. as he does he is quietly singing 'money.. money.. money.. money.. money.. I want my money'. Eric looks bored. Victor is watching Lacey as she plays with her dolls. Emma and Marry are still staring at Eli while Eli watches everyone.

Eli James IV "Glad everyone is here with me tonight to fight at the pay per view. Something is gonna happen tonight and people are oblivious to it. The fans will enter the building.. ready to watch action in the ring.. get entertained.. and think they'll leave the same. They will start to see the truth. They will begin to hear for the first time the good news. It'll resonate within and bloom into something for everyone to see. Your minds will start to shaken.. your eyes will be open.. your heads will start spinning.. your hearts start racing.. then you'll realize a small piece of the puzzle is being laid down. Everyone always wants to hurry up and see the final picture of the puzzle.. 'give me the last piece!'.. they'll yell for.. but they miss the fun. They miss the mystery and uniqueness of what each piece does.. a part from the picture it's nothing. Once it's all together, then it's a masterpiece. Everyone wants me to hurry up and just explain myself. Nah, man. Gotta wait. It's just the beginning of you looking at pieces of the puzzle. You're far from having all the pieces laid out in front of you. When all the pieces are out... then you gotta put it all together. By then, it could be too late Don't you wanna live with certainty? Don't you wanna have assurance of the future? They ignore piece by piece. Open the windows a little...

They look at Eli and do what he says. They roll down the windows and hear horns beeping.. people yelling.. chatter from all over.

Eli James IV "You hear noise. Variations of noise, huh? Me? I hear the band slowly tuning their instruments. Anyone can grab some sticks and start hitting a bucket. It's nothing but racket. Unless you're listening in closely to the music that's about to be made.

Sal finally stops counting and looks up at a smiling Eli. Eli stops talking and stares at Eric Rex.

Eli James IV "Five men in the Chamber.. one man rises up and leaves with another opportunity down the road. Fear is just a word. But it's a word that strikes all my opponents. Oh, what grace shall bestow? There is no other, but Thee. Fill my lips with Thy words and my heart with Thy law. I will stand and they will fall. It's the beginning of you here. Welcome thee with open arms and your dirtiness will be removed. Be cleansed from the works of his hand.. it's at constant work without ceasing. The water will not dry up until the waterfall is stopped by the dam of his hands. Then all will dry up and thirst. No water will fall.. only fire to burn away the dry... the dry will turn to ash and those in the ocean of his lordship will not be burned.

Eli looks once again out the window.

Eli James IV "Boys in the Chamber... play with fire and you'll get burned. Too bad the only lighter around is in my hands. Hehehe. Didn't they tell ya?! Didn't they warn ya?!? It doesn't matter. You're entering the wrong place against the wrong man. ]]> <![CDATA[Heroes and villains.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4173 Sat, 29 Jun 2013 10:36:52 -0700 Steve "KingSlayer" Davids]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4173 Prologue
There’s a hero in every single one of us. No matter how deep down it is. The darkest people have a glint of hope inside them. There are many ways of looking upon life… Every shining hero has darkness inside them, just like KnightMask. Or every darkest villain has hope inside of them, just like Steve Davids.

A couple of months ago, KnightMask held the United States championship and for a brief moment, the darkness inside of him was brought out. The feel of that sleek championship against his skin was something that even he couldn’t resist. Temptation is a terrible thing. Yet beneath the mask lies a man who fights for justice and fights for what is right. A hero.

Whilst Steve Davids is nothing other than a man who enjoys torturing other souls. A man who believes in death. When a man worships death you can question his heart. You can question his being. Yet beneath all of that hatred was a man crying to come out of the evil shell. A long battle with his Father that needed to come to a tragic end. Blaine in hospital again was something that will suffocate him. The monster has been slain. A new hero is beginning to form. In a man that you would least expect.

All Men Must Fall…..

End of Prologue

Sitting in the locker room, just hours to go until that bell rings. My head is between my knees and I stare at the floor. Emptiness surrounding me. I needed time to be alone. Thoughts were flowing through my mind. Was there really something other than evil inside me? I am not so sure. I wanted to please people now. The eternal battle with my Father was over and I need to move on from all of that torture. There is no need to get revenge on the world anymore. No need to force people into unnecessary suffering. Perhaps my motives have been wrong this whole time. Perhaps there was no need for me to do the things that I have done. All the hurting. Injuring Angelus all those weeks ago. Did I need to do that? Burning hatred had filled me though. What was I expected to do? It came natural to me. I want to hurt people in that ring though but for the right reasons. There is more to life then enforcing torture upon others…

The X-Treme Championship must be my next focus. To have gold over my shoulder at last is something that has been a need for a very long time. Maybe it won’t come tonight, maybe it won’t come for a long time. But I think I have found a new eternal battle to win. The battle against restrictions of glory. It is only a matter of time before Gold is held in my arms once more. I have only held one championship in the three months I have been here and for me that’s simply not good enough. Sweat trickles down my hairy chest as I turn and punch the locker behind me in anger. Unsure of my emotions and unsure of my feelings. I know I was to address the crowds before Wild Card Weekend got underway, but I needed time to think about what I was going to say… What I was going to do. It’s not as easy as it seems. Pretending to be a monster who wants to torture people is one way to go. Or I could come clean of the events that happened. Or how I have changed thanks to KnightMask. Time to do what needs to be done…

Isolation. Mark and Lacey were still looking after Blaine, again. I hadn’t seen KnightMask since the police and paramedics showed up to arrest my Father and Brothers, and save my Father… Respectively. Time to go…

My music bellows out of the booming speakers and the crowd begins to jeer at first. I stroll out of the curtains under the X-Tron. A sad smile on my lips, I stroll down the ramp, staring straight into the ring. Boos echo around the arena, and the tangy scent of sweat fills my nostrils the taste of salt into my mouth. I roll into the ring and hold my arms in the air, as the ring assistant hands me a microphone. I lift the mic up to my lips, waiting for the jeers to stop, and begin to proclaim to the crowd.

Steve Davids
“You people deserve an apology for all of my horrendous actions in the past weeks. From burning the bible, to burning the U.S flag. These actions were actions of hatred, stupidity and a lack of respect and I would like to completely undermine all of the things that I have done in recent weeks. I am sorry for my actions. I am a changed man.

Thanks to the enlightenment of certain events I am a changed man. I have been locked up in that disgusting asylum for the last few weeks. It made me notice that there’s more to life than destruction. I am sorry for everything…

This does not change who I am though. I am still a man who will hurt every single one of that locker room to reach the top. I understand it may take some of you a while to walk along the Psycho Path but I needed to do this…

Tonight I will win the X-Treme championship for all of you. My arms will be raised at the end of the night. Respect will be shown to my competitors and I will finally bathe in glory. KnightMask is the man to thank for me finding my inner self. He saved me from the pits of destruction. The deadly sins and the wrath of my evil Father. What’s done is done though… It is time to move on and this is the way to go…

Thank you for your time.”

I drop my mic and bow my head rolling out of the ring. I tap the hands of some of the fans whilst on my way to the back. As I reach the top of the ramp KnightMask strolls out from the curtains and offer me a handshake which I gratefully accept. He raises my arm in the air as the shot fades. The fans are bemused and puzzled. Some of them beginning to cheer, some of them in complete shock.


The bells of change are ringing relentlessly and forever more. ]]> Prologue
There’s a hero in every single one of us. No matter how deep down it is. The darkest people have a glint of hope inside them. There are many ways of looking upon life… Every shining hero has darkness inside them, just like KnightMask. Or every darkest villain has hope inside of them, just like Steve Davids.

A couple of months ago, KnightMask held the United States championship and for a brief moment, the darkness inside of him was brought out. The feel of that sleek championship against his skin was something that even he couldn’t resist. Temptation is a terrible thing. Yet beneath the mask lies a man who fights for justice and fights for what is right. A hero.

Whilst Steve Davids is nothing other than a man who enjoys torturing other souls. A man who believes in death. When a man worships death you can question his heart. You can question his being. Yet beneath all of that hatred was a man crying to come out of the evil shell. A long battle with his Father that needed to come to a tragic end. Blaine in hospital again was something that will suffocate him. The monster has been slain. A new hero is beginning to form. In a man that you would least expect.

All Men Must Fall…..

End of Prologue

Sitting in the locker room, just hours to go until that bell rings. My head is between my knees and I stare at the floor. Emptiness surrounding me. I needed time to be alone. Thoughts were flowing through my mind. Was there really something other than evil inside me? I am not so sure. I wanted to please people now. The eternal battle with my Father was over and I need to move on from all of that torture. There is no need to get revenge on the world anymore. No need to force people into unnecessary suffering. Perhaps my motives have been wrong this whole time. Perhaps there was no need for me to do the things that I have done. All the hurting. Injuring Angelus all those weeks ago. Did I need to do that? Burning hatred had filled me though. What was I expected to do? It came natural to me. I want to hurt people in that ring though but for the right reasons. There is more to life then enforcing torture upon others…

The X-Treme Championship must be my next focus. To have gold over my shoulder at last is something that has been a need for a very long time. Maybe it won’t come tonight, maybe it won’t come for a long time. But I think I have found a new eternal battle to win. The battle against restrictions of glory. It is only a matter of time before Gold is held in my arms once more. I have only held one championship in the three months I have been here and for me that’s simply not good enough. Sweat trickles down my hairy chest as I turn and punch the locker behind me in anger. Unsure of my emotions and unsure of my feelings. I know I was to address the crowds before Wild Card Weekend got underway, but I needed time to think about what I was going to say… What I was going to do. It’s not as easy as it seems. Pretending to be a monster who wants to torture people is one way to go. Or I could come clean of the events that happened. Or how I have changed thanks to KnightMask. Time to do what needs to be done…

Isolation. Mark and Lacey were still looking after Blaine, again. I hadn’t seen KnightMask since the police and paramedics showed up to arrest my Father and Brothers, and save my Father… Respectively. Time to go…

My music bellows out of the booming speakers and the crowd begins to jeer at first. I stroll out of the curtains under the X-Tron. A sad smile on my lips, I stroll down the ramp, staring straight into the ring. Boos echo around the arena, and the tangy scent of sweat fills my nostrils the taste of salt into my mouth. I roll into the ring and hold my arms in the air, as the ring assistant hands me a microphone. I lift the mic up to my lips, waiting for the jeers to stop, and begin to proclaim to the crowd.

Steve Davids
“You people deserve an apology for all of my horrendous actions in the past weeks. From burning the bible, to burning the U.S flag. These actions were actions of hatred, stupidity and a lack of respect and I would like to completely undermine all of the things that I have done in recent weeks. I am sorry for my actions. I am a changed man.

Thanks to the enlightenment of certain events I am a changed man. I have been locked up in that disgusting asylum for the last few weeks. It made me notice that there’s more to life than destruction. I am sorry for everything…

This does not change who I am though. I am still a man who will hurt every single one of that locker room to reach the top. I understand it may take some of you a while to walk along the Psycho Path but I needed to do this…

Tonight I will win the X-Treme championship for all of you. My arms will be raised at the end of the night. Respect will be shown to my competitors and I will finally bathe in glory. KnightMask is the man to thank for me finding my inner self. He saved me from the pits of destruction. The deadly sins and the wrath of my evil Father. What’s done is done though… It is time to move on and this is the way to go…

Thank you for your time.”

I drop my mic and bow my head rolling out of the ring. I tap the hands of some of the fans whilst on my way to the back. As I reach the top of the ramp KnightMask strolls out from the curtains and offer me a handshake which I gratefully accept. He raises my arm in the air as the shot fades. The fans are bemused and puzzled. Some of them beginning to cheer, some of them in complete shock.


The bells of change are ringing relentlessly and forever more. ]]> <![CDATA[What a Hypocrite! Thanks for Making This all so Easy for me! (RP 9)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4171 Sat, 29 Jun 2013 10:08:42 -0700 #MemeQueen Luca Torchwick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4171 Act 12: Peter Gilmour is Serious Business
The scene opens with the sound of the same studio audience applause from the last promo, only played at a louder volume. Luca then steps on camera and the claps turn to boos, because even dead people hate him. Unlike promos prior, he's dressed in a three piece suit. He takes a moment to fix his tie, and then looks back at the camera.

"Hey Gilly, you think that little promo was enough to sway me or make me quake? Come on man, I've had better thrashings from my ex-girlfriends, and you're supposed to be smooth talking motherfucker sent here to make me give a shit? Try a little harder, it still sounds like you're throwing a temper tantrum. Yet you'll just keep on using the same tiny arsenal of jokes and talking points that have been all week, I'm sure you might say something that will garner more than a pity chuckle. Holy fucking shit, where to begin with this shit?"

Luca pulls out a notebook and flips it open. Looking through it as if he's analyzing notes, all he's really doing is stumping the clueless Peter Gilmour, who's sitting at home yelling for him to eat the paper like Gilly always does.

"Ah yes, Mr. Blabbermouth, snot nosed punk. Holy shit, you hurt my feelings with those mean, mean comments Peter! Please stop before I start to cry! Jeez, have you been taking lessons from Mystery, who's carried you for months on his broken down, old as fuck knees? Because that was some damn fine trash talk. You really got me there, didn't ya? Mr. Repetition in its most basic form. That was how he started things off, let's see how bad it gets from here..."

He continues looking through the book and the purpose is clear to everyone who isn't Peter Gilmour or Swift Ion. He had to write down all of Gilmour's shortcomings because no human can expect to remember all them off the top of his head.

"Oh yeah, the 'you're unoriginal' comment. Oh, you've been called fat since you showed up here? Tell me more about how fucking well built you are some more. We tell you this because you refuse to see it for yourself just how much of a problem your obesity is. That shit leads to heart attacks, yo. Oh well, you'll probably continue to describe yourself as a mountain of muscle that makes the ladies c-, cu-, cum AHAHAHAHAHAHA! You can't seriously be that dense can you? They're screaming in disgust and you think they want you? Oh my fucking God, that's the funniest thing I heard since Nightmare tried to trash talk me! Oh please, keep it coming Gilly! Also, another gay crack, repeating jokes is funny, Unless they're directed at yourself. Gilmour logic."

His eyes continue to dart across the notebook, it's unclear whether or not he's trying to decode his own handwriting or whatever Gilmour's trying to communicate. Maybe he's cold and needs a blanket. Or some more food. Nah, can't be the second, he's had too much as it is.

"Oh shit! John, he discovered our conspiracy to make a mockery of the July Pay-Per-View! How could he possibly have learned that when I've been saying it for weeks? Come on Sherlock Gilmour, you can't be dumb enough as to not hear me, right? I've saying that as far back as the match I won the Wild Card in! Jesus titty fucking Christ, is this guy deaf? Further more, I don't give a flying fuck who built this company. If I did, why would I align myself with the ruling fiber that runs the show now like a third world sweatshop? It doesn't matter that you've been here for a long time, because you suck now. You've likely always sucked, but it's all about the present. What have you done lately in terms of the big match on the solo scale, where you can't be carried by Mystery or crush Soldier's delicate frame? Absolutely fucking nothing."

He's still doing the same thing as before, however this is the narrator saying GILMOUR SUCKS! TABLE FOR KING! Luca looks back up at the camera, already formulating his next response as I was giving my view on recent XWF events.

"Furthermore, he wishes that someone would just shut myself and Madison up! How precious, how seriously adorable. The big man who isn't impressed by what I've been saying lately and has it fucking in for me now wants someone else to shut me up. How about you shut me up? Come the fuck at me, bro. Why don't you grow a set of testicles between your legs and try to do anything at all to me. It'll be an admirable effort that I'm sure Soldier would appreciate, you sticking up to me even after I got the win off the higher up of your stable and all. However, Soldier, Mystery, Sid Fucking Feder, Heironeous, Flynn, Nightmare, and every fucking no need needle neck spindle dick rookie in the back knows that there's no way you can beat me. Soldier might fucking kill himself if it even gets close between us. And because I just can't help myself, Peter Gilmour is for the REAL...ly fucking fat."

He doesn't stop to check notes this time, just to let Gilmour realize how much was in that last chunk of what he wanted to say. Jesus, is Gilmour still conscious at this point or did he go into shock already?

"Peter, stop complaining that you don't have the balls to admit you were previously complaining."

Now he stops to look at the notes. Couldn't he have just done that five seconds ago and saved us all the trouble? Wait a minute, this is Luca, he thrives off of trouble...

"Peter Gilmour calling a solo title run meaningless, stating it lacked credibility? The very same man bragging about his NINE Crimson Dong title reigns? How'd you like that Petey? Watching your own tag partner desecrate the title you love so much in an attempt to get at me? It must break your heart to see it look like such a laughingstock that Matt Lennox is holding it now. That Dean Moxley McGovern held it. How saddened are you to learn the only thing you could ever grasp is a fucking pointless saddle on the equally worthless cattle of the XWF midcard? Oh Petey, tell Soldier thank you for me, I wouldn't have thought of doing that. Stick to the dick jokes Gilmour, bragging isn't your strong suit."

Luca begins to laugh as he looks at the next bullet point on his list. He puts his hand up to the camera, trying to calm himself. The laughter continues for about 10 more seconds and then Luca finally regains his composure.

"And now Gilly's stealing my material! If it was unoriginal when I did it, it must be pathetic now that you're doing it! Seriously, you getting under my skin? You don't see me posting rants disguised as promos about the shit you said, do you? No, because I love it. I feed off of how annoyed you are at me really, and don't try to claim that you aren't. I've burrowed so far into into you, I can see all of the fat you're storing! Yeah, more fat jokes because those are the things you really can't stand, huh? Anything else you'd like to drop on us, Professor Gilmour? Is the next thing you say going to be on the test?

Boy, I do hope I can get Peter Gilmour out of my head. Maybe I can just find an ice cream truck and he'll run after it. Because Gilmour's so fucking intense that if he were to get into anyone's head they'd just have to kill themselves. I mean seriously Gilmour, there's nothing in anything you say that can be remembered in the next five minutes, let alone enough to burrow into my skull and remain there, no matter how clever you think you are."

He flips the page, revealing yet another full page of bullet point notes. We're going to be here a while, aren't we?

"Oh my god Gilly, just give up. Cut your losses and get the fuck out of dodge! This comment about Barbie and Cactus Jack is the stupidest thing of this promo so far, and that's saying something! Newsflash ! I don't give a flying fuck about Cactus Jack, so as far as I'm concerned you were completely original with that name, as stupid as it sounded. Now that I learned you copied it, I have to really call your mental faculties into check. But to answer the question you incorrectly answered, yes he did and yes you do. Where's my proof? I don't need proof, I'm Luca ArzefuckingGotti! If I needed proof of anything, I probably wouldn't be an alcoholic at age twenty two! But my personal life aside, because there's still more Gilmour to get through.

Like the mom jokes, again. Fuck it, he stopped caring and so did I.

The gay jokes, and I'm repetitive?

My words are just words? No, your words are just words. Mine are forebodings of the truth. Look at all of the correct statements I've made thus far.

Peter Gilmour's fat, Peter Gilmour's lazy, which is probably why he's fat, Nightmare's a pussy, Heironeous is a cunt, Eli James will kill himself before the match starts, and Mark Flynn is a lost cause at this point.

Where's yours?

That I'll kill the company even more if I'm King? Supported with evidence from me. Wow Gilmour, now that I see things your way, I totally see why you're going to win. I shouldn't even show up, because he's going to break my fucking neck.

After asking for someone else to shut me up. Real convincing, Colonel Contradiction, maybe you'll get Eli James and Heironeous to buy that.

Me?

I'll just steal the win from you and hand the shot over to the Crimson Dong, just to make the thing you fought so hard for yet another disappointment, to continue the trend Soldier started.

Thank him for me."

Luca drops the notebook on the ground and walks out of shot. The camera zooms in on the notebook, revealing one sentence directed at Gilmour.

"Can you even read? - Luca Arzegotti"]]> Act 12: Peter Gilmour is Serious Business
The scene opens with the sound of the same studio audience applause from the last promo, only played at a louder volume. Luca then steps on camera and the claps turn to boos, because even dead people hate him. Unlike promos prior, he's dressed in a three piece suit. He takes a moment to fix his tie, and then looks back at the camera.

"Hey Gilly, you think that little promo was enough to sway me or make me quake? Come on man, I've had better thrashings from my ex-girlfriends, and you're supposed to be smooth talking motherfucker sent here to make me give a shit? Try a little harder, it still sounds like you're throwing a temper tantrum. Yet you'll just keep on using the same tiny arsenal of jokes and talking points that have been all week, I'm sure you might say something that will garner more than a pity chuckle. Holy fucking shit, where to begin with this shit?"

Luca pulls out a notebook and flips it open. Looking through it as if he's analyzing notes, all he's really doing is stumping the clueless Peter Gilmour, who's sitting at home yelling for him to eat the paper like Gilly always does.

"Ah yes, Mr. Blabbermouth, snot nosed punk. Holy shit, you hurt my feelings with those mean, mean comments Peter! Please stop before I start to cry! Jeez, have you been taking lessons from Mystery, who's carried you for months on his broken down, old as fuck knees? Because that was some damn fine trash talk. You really got me there, didn't ya? Mr. Repetition in its most basic form. That was how he started things off, let's see how bad it gets from here..."

He continues looking through the book and the purpose is clear to everyone who isn't Peter Gilmour or Swift Ion. He had to write down all of Gilmour's shortcomings because no human can expect to remember all them off the top of his head.

"Oh yeah, the 'you're unoriginal' comment. Oh, you've been called fat since you showed up here? Tell me more about how fucking well built you are some more. We tell you this because you refuse to see it for yourself just how much of a problem your obesity is. That shit leads to heart attacks, yo. Oh well, you'll probably continue to describe yourself as a mountain of muscle that makes the ladies c-, cu-, cum AHAHAHAHAHAHA! You can't seriously be that dense can you? They're screaming in disgust and you think they want you? Oh my fucking God, that's the funniest thing I heard since Nightmare tried to trash talk me! Oh please, keep it coming Gilly! Also, another gay crack, repeating jokes is funny, Unless they're directed at yourself. Gilmour logic."

His eyes continue to dart across the notebook, it's unclear whether or not he's trying to decode his own handwriting or whatever Gilmour's trying to communicate. Maybe he's cold and needs a blanket. Or some more food. Nah, can't be the second, he's had too much as it is.

"Oh shit! John, he discovered our conspiracy to make a mockery of the July Pay-Per-View! How could he possibly have learned that when I've been saying it for weeks? Come on Sherlock Gilmour, you can't be dumb enough as to not hear me, right? I've saying that as far back as the match I won the Wild Card in! Jesus titty fucking Christ, is this guy deaf? Further more, I don't give a flying fuck who built this company. If I did, why would I align myself with the ruling fiber that runs the show now like a third world sweatshop? It doesn't matter that you've been here for a long time, because you suck now. You've likely always sucked, but it's all about the present. What have you done lately in terms of the big match on the solo scale, where you can't be carried by Mystery or crush Soldier's delicate frame? Absolutely fucking nothing."

He's still doing the same thing as before, however this is the narrator saying GILMOUR SUCKS! TABLE FOR KING! Luca looks back up at the camera, already formulating his next response as I was giving my view on recent XWF events.

"Furthermore, he wishes that someone would just shut myself and Madison up! How precious, how seriously adorable. The big man who isn't impressed by what I've been saying lately and has it fucking in for me now wants someone else to shut me up. How about you shut me up? Come the fuck at me, bro. Why don't you grow a set of testicles between your legs and try to do anything at all to me. It'll be an admirable effort that I'm sure Soldier would appreciate, you sticking up to me even after I got the win off the higher up of your stable and all. However, Soldier, Mystery, Sid Fucking Feder, Heironeous, Flynn, Nightmare, and every fucking no need needle neck spindle dick rookie in the back knows that there's no way you can beat me. Soldier might fucking kill himself if it even gets close between us. And because I just can't help myself, Peter Gilmour is for the REAL...ly fucking fat."

He doesn't stop to check notes this time, just to let Gilmour realize how much was in that last chunk of what he wanted to say. Jesus, is Gilmour still conscious at this point or did he go into shock already?

"Peter, stop complaining that you don't have the balls to admit you were previously complaining."

Now he stops to look at the notes. Couldn't he have just done that five seconds ago and saved us all the trouble? Wait a minute, this is Luca, he thrives off of trouble...

"Peter Gilmour calling a solo title run meaningless, stating it lacked credibility? The very same man bragging about his NINE Crimson Dong title reigns? How'd you like that Petey? Watching your own tag partner desecrate the title you love so much in an attempt to get at me? It must break your heart to see it look like such a laughingstock that Matt Lennox is holding it now. That Dean Moxley McGovern held it. How saddened are you to learn the only thing you could ever grasp is a fucking pointless saddle on the equally worthless cattle of the XWF midcard? Oh Petey, tell Soldier thank you for me, I wouldn't have thought of doing that. Stick to the dick jokes Gilmour, bragging isn't your strong suit."

Luca begins to laugh as he looks at the next bullet point on his list. He puts his hand up to the camera, trying to calm himself. The laughter continues for about 10 more seconds and then Luca finally regains his composure.

"And now Gilly's stealing my material! If it was unoriginal when I did it, it must be pathetic now that you're doing it! Seriously, you getting under my skin? You don't see me posting rants disguised as promos about the shit you said, do you? No, because I love it. I feed off of how annoyed you are at me really, and don't try to claim that you aren't. I've burrowed so far into into you, I can see all of the fat you're storing! Yeah, more fat jokes because those are the things you really can't stand, huh? Anything else you'd like to drop on us, Professor Gilmour? Is the next thing you say going to be on the test?

Boy, I do hope I can get Peter Gilmour out of my head. Maybe I can just find an ice cream truck and he'll run after it. Because Gilmour's so fucking intense that if he were to get into anyone's head they'd just have to kill themselves. I mean seriously Gilmour, there's nothing in anything you say that can be remembered in the next five minutes, let alone enough to burrow into my skull and remain there, no matter how clever you think you are."

He flips the page, revealing yet another full page of bullet point notes. We're going to be here a while, aren't we?

"Oh my god Gilly, just give up. Cut your losses and get the fuck out of dodge! This comment about Barbie and Cactus Jack is the stupidest thing of this promo so far, and that's saying something! Newsflash ! I don't give a flying fuck about Cactus Jack, so as far as I'm concerned you were completely original with that name, as stupid as it sounded. Now that I learned you copied it, I have to really call your mental faculties into check. But to answer the question you incorrectly answered, yes he did and yes you do. Where's my proof? I don't need proof, I'm Luca ArzefuckingGotti! If I needed proof of anything, I probably wouldn't be an alcoholic at age twenty two! But my personal life aside, because there's still more Gilmour to get through.

Like the mom jokes, again. Fuck it, he stopped caring and so did I.

The gay jokes, and I'm repetitive?

My words are just words? No, your words are just words. Mine are forebodings of the truth. Look at all of the correct statements I've made thus far.

Peter Gilmour's fat, Peter Gilmour's lazy, which is probably why he's fat, Nightmare's a pussy, Heironeous is a cunt, Eli James will kill himself before the match starts, and Mark Flynn is a lost cause at this point.

Where's yours?

That I'll kill the company even more if I'm King? Supported with evidence from me. Wow Gilmour, now that I see things your way, I totally see why you're going to win. I shouldn't even show up, because he's going to break my fucking neck.

After asking for someone else to shut me up. Real convincing, Colonel Contradiction, maybe you'll get Eli James and Heironeous to buy that.

Me?

I'll just steal the win from you and hand the shot over to the Crimson Dong, just to make the thing you fought so hard for yet another disappointment, to continue the trend Soldier started.

Thank him for me."

Luca drops the notebook on the ground and walks out of shot. The camera zooms in on the notebook, revealing one sentence directed at Gilmour.

"Can you even read? - Luca Arzegotti"]]> <![CDATA[The Flynn-A-Roonie (RP 8)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4167 Sat, 29 Jun 2013 08:09:20 -0700 #MemeQueen Luca Torchwick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4167 Act 11: Counting Down to the Seconds
"Let's give it up for the Iron Chancellor of the fucking Curtain Jerkers, ladies and gentlemen! Mark Flynn!"

A studio audience applause explodes into the speakers of the video camera, taking the viewers by surprise. Luca smiles for a few moments, almost as if savoring every second of this promo particularly. He takes a breath, but doesn't begin talking. Instead, he continues to look into the camera with the same smile he's had since the promo started.

"You wanna know something funny, Mark? The fact that in your big return you still are looked upon with that bit of intimidation in the eyes of most of the roster. You can see it in Heironeous' eyes, Gilmour's fat rolls, Eli James' Sermons, they all fucking fear you to death. I don't however, and maybe that's why you haven't said anything all week. Because every person except for me forgets the roll you were on just before you disappeared on us.

You had five star classics with the likes of Sebastian 'The Tower of Power- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA' Duke, Sweet Cheapshots, and the Tyroneasaurus Rex. And do you all remember what the result of all of those matches was? Wait for it...

Mark 'Fucking' Flynn losing. Need I say more?

Oh, but now Flynn's back and better than ever. Right? Not exactly, you see the old Mark Flynn, the reason this new downgraded version is relevant at all would be decimating the likes of Steve Davids and Scott Charlotte. All he's doing now is going the distance with them, and winning in close matches! But no, if Flynn even says something, it'll be to the effect of 'I haven't lost it, you're just a braindead piece of refuse.'

Come on Flynn, at this point those very same rookies in this match fear Gilmour more than you. You heard me Flynn. GILMOUR IS A BIGGER THREAT TO WINNING THIS MATCH THAN YOU AT THIS POINT! Doesn't that just make you want to go all out again, as if you weren't the old motherfucker everyone thinks you are already."

Luca eyes become much more pleading with each passing second.

"Look around man, none of these people are even saying anything worth a damn, let alone something decent. Like I've said prior, no one's offering me a challenge and this is supposed to be a main event? You gotta come out and say something, I think I'm going crazy! How could you deal with this much rookie behavior and not just commit suicide-

Oh my fucking god he did. The pain finally got to him and that's why there's no more Mark Flynn. That's why he's not saying anything.

Way to go rookies, you killed Flynn.

Sucks, I thought I was going to do that. I even penciled it in for this match:

'Yeah, if you could like literally kill Flynn, that'd be great' - John Madison.

All jokes aside, where is the old Flynn? No, this isn't a Michael James promo where I say the same things over and over again without any hint of reasoning into it, before you play that card. Where's the Flynn that did what he pleased and destroyed rooks? Not this Flynn that beats Steve Davids by countout and looks to team with NeoNero for the tag belts that are held by Knightmask and the CRIMSON FUCKING DONG! I of course mean Cobra, and apologize to the Dong for mixing you two up.

Because that's the Flynn that can win this match. That's the Flynn that can beat me."

Luca takes a deep breath, running his hand across his hair.

"That's the Mark Flynn I respect.

Seeya at the Chamber Mark, if you actually show up there."

The scene fades out to black to give the viewers a chance to ponder what they just heard. It can't be true, it has to be a ruse to lure Flynn out of his hidey hole, isn't it?

Isn't it?]]> Act 11: Counting Down to the Seconds
"Let's give it up for the Iron Chancellor of the fucking Curtain Jerkers, ladies and gentlemen! Mark Flynn!"

A studio audience applause explodes into the speakers of the video camera, taking the viewers by surprise. Luca smiles for a few moments, almost as if savoring every second of this promo particularly. He takes a breath, but doesn't begin talking. Instead, he continues to look into the camera with the same smile he's had since the promo started.

"You wanna know something funny, Mark? The fact that in your big return you still are looked upon with that bit of intimidation in the eyes of most of the roster. You can see it in Heironeous' eyes, Gilmour's fat rolls, Eli James' Sermons, they all fucking fear you to death. I don't however, and maybe that's why you haven't said anything all week. Because every person except for me forgets the roll you were on just before you disappeared on us.

You had five star classics with the likes of Sebastian 'The Tower of Power- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA' Duke, Sweet Cheapshots, and the Tyroneasaurus Rex. And do you all remember what the result of all of those matches was? Wait for it...

Mark 'Fucking' Flynn losing. Need I say more?

Oh, but now Flynn's back and better than ever. Right? Not exactly, you see the old Mark Flynn, the reason this new downgraded version is relevant at all would be decimating the likes of Steve Davids and Scott Charlotte. All he's doing now is going the distance with them, and winning in close matches! But no, if Flynn even says something, it'll be to the effect of 'I haven't lost it, you're just a braindead piece of refuse.'

Come on Flynn, at this point those very same rookies in this match fear Gilmour more than you. You heard me Flynn. GILMOUR IS A BIGGER THREAT TO WINNING THIS MATCH THAN YOU AT THIS POINT! Doesn't that just make you want to go all out again, as if you weren't the old motherfucker everyone thinks you are already."

Luca eyes become much more pleading with each passing second.

"Look around man, none of these people are even saying anything worth a damn, let alone something decent. Like I've said prior, no one's offering me a challenge and this is supposed to be a main event? You gotta come out and say something, I think I'm going crazy! How could you deal with this much rookie behavior and not just commit suicide-

Oh my fucking god he did. The pain finally got to him and that's why there's no more Mark Flynn. That's why he's not saying anything.

Way to go rookies, you killed Flynn.

Sucks, I thought I was going to do that. I even penciled it in for this match:

'Yeah, if you could like literally kill Flynn, that'd be great' - John Madison.

All jokes aside, where is the old Flynn? No, this isn't a Michael James promo where I say the same things over and over again without any hint of reasoning into it, before you play that card. Where's the Flynn that did what he pleased and destroyed rooks? Not this Flynn that beats Steve Davids by countout and looks to team with NeoNero for the tag belts that are held by Knightmask and the CRIMSON FUCKING DONG! I of course mean Cobra, and apologize to the Dong for mixing you two up.

Because that's the Flynn that can win this match. That's the Flynn that can beat me."

Luca takes a deep breath, running his hand across his hair.

"That's the Mark Flynn I respect.

Seeya at the Chamber Mark, if you actually show up there."

The scene fades out to black to give the viewers a chance to ponder what they just heard. It can't be true, it has to be a ruse to lure Flynn out of his hidey hole, isn't it?

Isn't it?]]> <![CDATA[The End.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4166 Sat, 29 Jun 2013 07:36:45 -0700 Steve "KingSlayer" Davids]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4166
After the loss against Mark Flynn via count out. I am chained to the wall of room 24 in Hellington asylum. More beaten up than usual. There is a sudden thud as I see one of the deadly sins fall to the concrete floor. I look up desperately, a silver key flies into the room quickly. As KnightMask strolls into the room. I could tell a grin was behind his mask. I laughed uncontrollably and released myself from the chain. Five other sins entered the room, Pride standing at the front of them.

Steve Davids
“Thank you my old friend.”

Pride
“It was foolish of you to come here tonight KnightMask. And Steve, have you forgotten something. Your family and uncle are in the room next door. While we are here though, there’s someone we would like you to meet… Do you remember all those weeks ago when we said that our leader was the devil reborn and that you were nothing other than the sin of Anger? Well I think it is time for you to meet our leader….”

The five men separated as a man in a black suit came around the corner. Immediately I realised who he was. Messy grey hair, a beard of stubble… My Father stood before me, with an arrogant smirk on his sad face. The sins surrounding him. My heart was pounding rapidly, KnightMask stood next to me, his hand on my arm. Pride removed his mask as did Gluttony. My two brothers were before me. Although neither of them said it. I knew. They had my messy hair, brown locks.

Pride
“Did you really think that you would get away with killing our Mother just like that Steve? Did you really think that if we left you with our deluded uncle then our revenge would completely be finished? We know you have a title match later on tonight. It would be well and truly dreadful if you made it their in one piece. Boys…”

Devil reborn
“Steve… You were a murderer from the day you were born and everything that you are about to suffer from has been a long time coming. Your chains have finally been relieved thanks to your little friend. Well this mute masked freak cannot save you now.”

Steve Davids
“Enough. A baby just born is no murderer at all. I will make it to High Stakes tonight, alive and well. With my family and my friends in tact is that clear? You are no Father of mine, and you two are no brothers of mine either. If you are really men you will release my friends and family… Now.”

Devil reborn
“Isn’t it ironic that you know it is us yet you don’t even know our names? Has it really been that long? Time flies by when you don’t have to put up with a parasite.”

Rage filled me immediately, I flied across the room rapidly with a forearm to one of the sins. KnightMask and I begin to rapidly fight the men, my Father fled though, as he always did. It did not take as long as we thought to wipe out the five remaining sins, leaving them knocked out on the floor. KnightMask remained in the room as I gave chase to my Father.

I rushed next door, to room 25, I knew I would find my Father here. He had Blaine by the throat, a knife pressed against his chest. I came to an immediate halt. He really is the devil reborn. I stared deeply into him, as he stared back.

Steve Davids
“Let go of him right now.”

I noticed Lacey and Mark tied to opposite corners of the room. I knew I could not move or he would do the deed. That’s when I noticed the window was smashed open, and I noticed KnightMask flying through the window and kicking my Father to the ground. I grabbed him by the neck on the floor. A tear began to trickle down his face. Yet I saw past those crocodile tears.

KnightMask began to untie the other two of my closest friends. I grabbed the phone from my Father’s pocket and threw it to Lacey, the intentions were clear. An ambulance for my uncle and a police cell for my Father. Sympathy was long thrown out of the window. I looked into his eyes…

There was nothing other than a bitter old man. Sad. His fate has been sealed though…

Eventually the sirens rang, and policemen came rushing in, as did paramedics. I moved to the side, allowing them to aid my uncle. I grabbed Lacey and Mark by the shoulder. None of us said a word. Tears rolling down my face as I saw my uncle being taken away. I looked a KnightMask who looked at us. I nodded thankfully, a smile behind that opaque mask.

How unusual it was for me to feel thankful towards someone. Something had changed within me…

Maybe this was it. I will make it in time for my match and the X-Treme Championship will be upon my shoulder before too long…
Epilogue

A bitter rival becoming a close friend. How unusual. Yet how unusual it is to be handed the X-Treme Championship. It is inevitable that I shall win. However, my attitude has changed from this experience. People matter. The fans matter. The crowds matter. It was all well and good destroying people. There must be a purpose though. Entering that ring to hurt people is something that all professionals must do. I must do it in order to please these fans and win gold. Honour. Glory. Pride. Belief.

One man to thank for all this is the man, who well and truly is a hero. KnightMask.]]>
After the loss against Mark Flynn via count out. I am chained to the wall of room 24 in Hellington asylum. More beaten up than usual. There is a sudden thud as I see one of the deadly sins fall to the concrete floor. I look up desperately, a silver key flies into the room quickly. As KnightMask strolls into the room. I could tell a grin was behind his mask. I laughed uncontrollably and released myself from the chain. Five other sins entered the room, Pride standing at the front of them.

Steve Davids
“Thank you my old friend.”

Pride
“It was foolish of you to come here tonight KnightMask. And Steve, have you forgotten something. Your family and uncle are in the room next door. While we are here though, there’s someone we would like you to meet… Do you remember all those weeks ago when we said that our leader was the devil reborn and that you were nothing other than the sin of Anger? Well I think it is time for you to meet our leader….”

The five men separated as a man in a black suit came around the corner. Immediately I realised who he was. Messy grey hair, a beard of stubble… My Father stood before me, with an arrogant smirk on his sad face. The sins surrounding him. My heart was pounding rapidly, KnightMask stood next to me, his hand on my arm. Pride removed his mask as did Gluttony. My two brothers were before me. Although neither of them said it. I knew. They had my messy hair, brown locks.

Pride
“Did you really think that you would get away with killing our Mother just like that Steve? Did you really think that if we left you with our deluded uncle then our revenge would completely be finished? We know you have a title match later on tonight. It would be well and truly dreadful if you made it their in one piece. Boys…”

Devil reborn
“Steve… You were a murderer from the day you were born and everything that you are about to suffer from has been a long time coming. Your chains have finally been relieved thanks to your little friend. Well this mute masked freak cannot save you now.”

Steve Davids
“Enough. A baby just born is no murderer at all. I will make it to High Stakes tonight, alive and well. With my family and my friends in tact is that clear? You are no Father of mine, and you two are no brothers of mine either. If you are really men you will release my friends and family… Now.”

Devil reborn
“Isn’t it ironic that you know it is us yet you don’t even know our names? Has it really been that long? Time flies by when you don’t have to put up with a parasite.”

Rage filled me immediately, I flied across the room rapidly with a forearm to one of the sins. KnightMask and I begin to rapidly fight the men, my Father fled though, as he always did. It did not take as long as we thought to wipe out the five remaining sins, leaving them knocked out on the floor. KnightMask remained in the room as I gave chase to my Father.

I rushed next door, to room 25, I knew I would find my Father here. He had Blaine by the throat, a knife pressed against his chest. I came to an immediate halt. He really is the devil reborn. I stared deeply into him, as he stared back.

Steve Davids
“Let go of him right now.”

I noticed Lacey and Mark tied to opposite corners of the room. I knew I could not move or he would do the deed. That’s when I noticed the window was smashed open, and I noticed KnightMask flying through the window and kicking my Father to the ground. I grabbed him by the neck on the floor. A tear began to trickle down his face. Yet I saw past those crocodile tears.

KnightMask began to untie the other two of my closest friends. I grabbed the phone from my Father’s pocket and threw it to Lacey, the intentions were clear. An ambulance for my uncle and a police cell for my Father. Sympathy was long thrown out of the window. I looked into his eyes…

There was nothing other than a bitter old man. Sad. His fate has been sealed though…

Eventually the sirens rang, and policemen came rushing in, as did paramedics. I moved to the side, allowing them to aid my uncle. I grabbed Lacey and Mark by the shoulder. None of us said a word. Tears rolling down my face as I saw my uncle being taken away. I looked a KnightMask who looked at us. I nodded thankfully, a smile behind that opaque mask.

How unusual it was for me to feel thankful towards someone. Something had changed within me…

Maybe this was it. I will make it in time for my match and the X-Treme Championship will be upon my shoulder before too long…
Epilogue

A bitter rival becoming a close friend. How unusual. Yet how unusual it is to be handed the X-Treme Championship. It is inevitable that I shall win. However, my attitude has changed from this experience. People matter. The fans matter. The crowds matter. It was all well and good destroying people. There must be a purpose though. Entering that ring to hurt people is something that all professionals must do. I must do it in order to please these fans and win gold. Honour. Glory. Pride. Belief.

One man to thank for all this is the man, who well and truly is a hero. KnightMask.]]> <![CDATA[All The Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4164 Sat, 29 Jun 2013 06:28:06 -0700 Tony Santos]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4164 On the road again -
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is making music with my friends

A black, 2012 Nissan Serrano winds its way down the quiet streets of Dedham, Massachusetts. It's an damp Friday morning in New England. Kids are home, sleeping soundly. No school is in their future for months. Sure, they have summer reading to do, but, come on, no kid is looking to read Catcher in the Rye until a good two weeks before class is actually back in session.

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again

The black Serrano swerves around a sharp corner near a vacant school, almost clipping a Canadian goose in the process. The silence on this little suburban road is slightly chilling. Inside this car is more of the same.

The passenger, feeling a bit unnerved, can only manage to awkwardly stare ahead at the winding road ahead of him. Dedham, a town of affluence, has nicely paved roads that the inner city can only dream of. The smooth, black pavement and bright yellow dividing lines provide a bit of peace for the passenger. That's what he needs during this moment of nothingness and unease, but unfortunately, it does little to quell his lack of cognitive balance. Slowly rotating his head to his left, the kid looks at his driver, unsure as to why this ride is taking place or what his purpose in being involved is.

Jeremy: Um, sir?

The music grows louder.

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

Jeremy: Sir? Why...

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

The song ends, and the driver, Tony Santos, who isn't exactly a fan of Willie Nelson to begin with, strikes the volume/power button, abruptly shutting off all music in the car. Jeremy, sensing Tony's frustration, decides that it's probably best to remain quiet for the next however long this ride is going to take place. Tony, who hadn't told Jeremy what the purpose of them being back in Massachusetts was, especially with their obligation to be on the West Coast for Wild Card Weekend on Sunday, had managed to remain fairly tight-lipped throughout their trip back.

Turning the corner of another windy side street, Tony then takes a hard left into a long, non-nondescript driveway. There sits a lonely black mailbox at the end of the driveway with the name "Sullivan" at the end. Tony stops the car and looks around him for a minute or so, eyes squinting, hair loosely held back by a ponytail. After what feels like an hour of contemplation on the part of Jeremy, Tony lightly presses the gas pedal and slowly makes his way down the driveway.

On its way down the driveway, the car hits multiple potholes and cracks in the asphalt, completely uncharacteristic of a driveway in this wealthy neighborhood. In the distance, a lonely, yellow, ranch-style home can be seen with an old, green Ford Explorer, seemingly a 1997 model, parked at the end of the driveway. The lawn is unkempt and covered in crabgrass.

Jeremy: Sir, where are we going?

No response from Tony. They reach the end of the driveway and Tony jams the car into park, clearly not afraid of knocking out the transmission in the process. Tony turns off the ignition and whips the key out and swiftly into his pocket.

Santos: Let's go.

Tony whips himself out of the car and makes his way up the concrete path to the front door. Jeremy, fumbling with his camera, reluctantly follows. Tony makes his way up to the door, almost tumbling to the ground after clipping a loose brick on the stoop. He knocks on the door.

After a few minutes and more knocking, the door opens. A woman in her 50s of about 5'4" opens the door. Cigarette in hand, she squints at the person at her front door, not entirely sure who this kid is at first. After a few moments of confusion and awkward silence, the realization comes to her (or maybe her poor eyesight finally decided to not fail her).

Patti Sullivan: Tony? At my door step?

Santos: Yes, Ma. I heard about Dad.

Upon hearing even the word "Dad" makes Patti choke up for a second. Eyes moist, Patti blinks a few times, takes a long drag of her cigarette (Parliaments, of course). Patti turns her attention to the kid, who's standing sheepishly next to, well, sort of behind, Tony.

Patti: Who's this? Alcoholic buddy of yours, or some wrestling pal of yours?

Looking back at Jeremy and his meager physique...

Patti: Heh, well I hope its not the latter. Hell, I hope it's the former. Tough to not hit the bottle when you're a "man" of this boy's stature.

Santos: Cut the crap, Ma. He's my intern this summer, traveling the country with me and videotaping my life on the road, wrestling matches, training, and the like.

Patti looks back at Jeremy.

Patti: You're stuck with my idiot of a son for the entire summer?? Hell, if you're not an alchy now, you'll be one by September. Trust me, boy.

Tony glares at his mother and makes an eye motion to the kitchen behind his mother. After taking another drag, Patti turns toward the kitchen and gives Tony and Jeremy a half-hearted motion to come in.

Walking through this living room, it's apparent that the Sullivans were the blight of Dedham, that family that no one can seem to figure out how they managed to make a living and obtain property in a wealthier town. Walking across the creaky hardwood floor in the living room, Tony and Jeremy notice that, in June, Patti and Brian (Tony's father) still have a Christmas tree up from, well, who knows how long. As Tony had known from childhood, it was the typical Sullivan way to simply leave decorations from various holidays up close to year round, mainly to avoid having to re-decorate the next year. Lining the walls are pictures of the Sullivan family in their childhood. Patti and Brian with their daughter, Colleen, at her high school graduation. Patti and Brian with Colleen at her college graduation. Patti and Brian with Colleen at their "family" dinner with her soon-to-be fiance, Mark (who'd propose to her minutes after their dinner photo was taken).

As Tony looks around the Dedham house that he hadn't been in in at least five years, he noticed one thing that was missing from the scene: himself.

See, Tony hadn't been the best student, the most ambitious, or the most outgoing. He had become more or less a stranger to his own family, especially when put up against his older sister, who had big goals and even bigger motivation. Saludictorian of her 2002 high school graduating class (which devastated her), successful Boston College graduate, volunteer at numerous shelters and charities across eastern Massachusetts, and a woman blazing a path through, well, whatever she wanted to. Currently in social work, Colleen had her eyes set on becoming a Psychologist, and was close to completing her doctorate.

Compare that with Tony, who dropped out of college after freshman year and became a pro wrestler, along with his love of hanging out with a bunch of other unmotivated, going nowhere teens, and it was obvious who his family was more proud of. The family had a bit of a falling out around the time of his dropping out, enough so for Anthony Sullivan to legally change his name to Anthony Santos. Why? It wiped the family name from him along with his Irish heritage (Tony, while coming from a long line of Irish descendants, managed to have a dark enough complexion and facial features to be mistaken for an Italian-American if he'd been in the sun long enough).

Tony and Jeremy take a seat at the small table in the middle of their dingy little kitchen. Patti walks toward her pack of cigarettes, pulls out another Parliament, and lights it. She stays, standing, in the corner.

Patti: So why are you here, Tony? You haven't been in this house in years, and hell, I've probably heard from you a good ten times in the last two years. Why now?

Santos: I figured that was pretty obvious, Ma. I'm here because of Dad...

Patti: You think you can just show up because your dad dropped dead? You basically dropped him from your life after you disappeared after college. He's been mostly dead to you for a good five or six years. His physical disappearance shouldn't change a damn thing.

Patti, frustrated and slightly tearing up again, turns and looks out the window, practically torquing her cigarette at this point.

Santos: You think I'm here because I love that guy? I'm here because I have to be! Sure, he was a bastard...

Patti whips around, pointing a stern finger at Tony.

Patti: You watch your god d**n mouth when talking about my husband. That man was nothing but good to you. A kind soul who sacrificed anything for his children. Hell, Lord knows who put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into you. That man gave every penny he had to help you through counseling, get you tutoring in school, put you through college, and you p**sed it all away. And for what? So you could become a professional wrestler? So you could p**s off your parents for the injustices that you think we caused you?

Santos: Don't imply that I did that to spite any of you. This is what I wanted to do.

Patti: I'm not implying s**t. I'm telling you for a fact that you did. You wanted nothing more than for your dear old parents to see you become even more of a f*ck up than you were already were.

Well, good work, Tony. You wiped our name from your identity and disappointed the hell out of us. Not because of the path you took, but because of why you took it.

Patti takes a final drag of her cigarette and ashes it. She walks toward the living room and motions toward the stairs.

Patti: Come with me. I want you to see this.

Patti, Tony, and Jeremy make their way up the creaky, also hardwood stairs. Jeremy briefly considers making his way out the door and hitching a ride back to Boston, never involving himself with any of this again, but Tony latches on to the back of Jeremy's neck and pulls him toward the stairs.

They enter Patti and Brian's bedroom. A drab room with light blue walls, an armoir and various Irish prayers, they make their way to little door at the base of the corner part of the wall. Patti struggles for a moment, but manages to jerk the door open. Inside sits a small lockbox. Patti shoves it into Tony's chest.

Tony looks down at this modest black box. A piece of paper is taped to the top, marked simply with the letter "T." Tony looks up at his mother in confusion.

Santos: What's this?

Patti: Open it.

Tony flips the latch that keeps the box closed and lifts the lid. Inside, newspaper clippings. Pictures. Tons of them.

Lowell Sun: "Tony Santos Wins Debut Match Against Dom Staley"

Boston Herald: "Tony Santos Shines, Wins PWF Title"

Hartford Courant: "22-Year-Old Santos Ready to Take on New England's Best"

Pictures include faraway shots of what seems to be a younger Tony wrestling. The locations vary: high school gyms, rec centers, football fields, hell, even a nursing home. But, who took these pictures, Tony starts thinking? It couldn't have been his father. His father had abandoned him as a lost cause of a kid, and they had completely shut each other out when Tony was 19.

Santos: Is this... Dad's collection? Of, my career?

Patti: It sure as hell wasn't me. I couldn't give a damn about wrestling, even for my own kid.

Santos: But, I remember him telling me that I was going to become a "washed-up hack of a wrestler at 22." He'd practically abandoned me and my career the moment I told him.

Patti: See, Tony, if only you'd stuck around and not walked out on impulse. Actually, that's always been your problem: impulsive decisions. Sure, your father was done with you when you told him that you were leaving college to become a wrestler, and yes, we always believed that you did it to spite us, but your father, despite your lack of contact with us, wanted to see what you'd become. When he realized that you were seemingly serious about it, he went all-in, looking for and collecting newspaper clippings. There's one in there from a Seattle paper. How the hell do you think he got something from a Seattle newspaper? The man was always dedicated to his children, and you were no exception.

Patti, realizing that she was starting to look soft and showing a bit of empathy towards her son, shook off her happier disposition. Sure, Tony's father couldn't hold a grudge, but she sure as hell could. She was angry at Tony, and she wasn't going to confuse her husband's kindness for anything Tony had exhibited. Patti snatched the box from Tony's hands.

Patti: Your father's funeral is Monday. I expect you to be there. Not for me, not for any of us. I expect you to be there for your father. Do one thing right by that man. Just one thing.

Santos: Well, I have a match in LA on Sunday night, so it'll be tough...

Patti: Be there. Now get out of here. Your father would've welcomed you off the streets with open arms, but I'm not quite like your father.

Tony and Jeremy turn toward the stairs, making their way to the door. Tony slips a picture of he and his father that he had pulled from the box, which he had managed to conceal in his long sleeved shirt, into his pocket. The picture? It's of Tony, at the age of 4, having just graduated pre-school, in a mock graduation gown and cap, proud father next to him, hand on his head.

The scene fades to black.]]> On the road again -
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is making music with my friends

A black, 2012 Nissan Serrano winds its way down the quiet streets of Dedham, Massachusetts. It's an damp Friday morning in New England. Kids are home, sleeping soundly. No school is in their future for months. Sure, they have summer reading to do, but, come on, no kid is looking to read Catcher in the Rye until a good two weeks before class is actually back in session.

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again

The black Serrano swerves around a sharp corner near a vacant school, almost clipping a Canadian goose in the process. The silence on this little suburban road is slightly chilling. Inside this car is more of the same.

The passenger, feeling a bit unnerved, can only manage to awkwardly stare ahead at the winding road ahead of him. Dedham, a town of affluence, has nicely paved roads that the inner city can only dream of. The smooth, black pavement and bright yellow dividing lines provide a bit of peace for the passenger. That's what he needs during this moment of nothingness and unease, but unfortunately, it does little to quell his lack of cognitive balance. Slowly rotating his head to his left, the kid looks at his driver, unsure as to why this ride is taking place or what his purpose in being involved is.

Jeremy: Um, sir?

The music grows louder.

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

Jeremy: Sir? Why...

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

The song ends, and the driver, Tony Santos, who isn't exactly a fan of Willie Nelson to begin with, strikes the volume/power button, abruptly shutting off all music in the car. Jeremy, sensing Tony's frustration, decides that it's probably best to remain quiet for the next however long this ride is going to take place. Tony, who hadn't told Jeremy what the purpose of them being back in Massachusetts was, especially with their obligation to be on the West Coast for Wild Card Weekend on Sunday, had managed to remain fairly tight-lipped throughout their trip back.

Turning the corner of another windy side street, Tony then takes a hard left into a long, non-nondescript driveway. There sits a lonely black mailbox at the end of the driveway with the name "Sullivan" at the end. Tony stops the car and looks around him for a minute or so, eyes squinting, hair loosely held back by a ponytail. After what feels like an hour of contemplation on the part of Jeremy, Tony lightly presses the gas pedal and slowly makes his way down the driveway.

On its way down the driveway, the car hits multiple potholes and cracks in the asphalt, completely uncharacteristic of a driveway in this wealthy neighborhood. In the distance, a lonely, yellow, ranch-style home can be seen with an old, green Ford Explorer, seemingly a 1997 model, parked at the end of the driveway. The lawn is unkempt and covered in crabgrass.

Jeremy: Sir, where are we going?

No response from Tony. They reach the end of the driveway and Tony jams the car into park, clearly not afraid of knocking out the transmission in the process. Tony turns off the ignition and whips the key out and swiftly into his pocket.

Santos: Let's go.

Tony whips himself out of the car and makes his way up the concrete path to the front door. Jeremy, fumbling with his camera, reluctantly follows. Tony makes his way up to the door, almost tumbling to the ground after clipping a loose brick on the stoop. He knocks on the door.

After a few minutes and more knocking, the door opens. A woman in her 50s of about 5'4" opens the door. Cigarette in hand, she squints at the person at her front door, not entirely sure who this kid is at first. After a few moments of confusion and awkward silence, the realization comes to her (or maybe her poor eyesight finally decided to not fail her).

Patti Sullivan: Tony? At my door step?

Santos: Yes, Ma. I heard about Dad.

Upon hearing even the word "Dad" makes Patti choke up for a second. Eyes moist, Patti blinks a few times, takes a long drag of her cigarette (Parliaments, of course). Patti turns her attention to the kid, who's standing sheepishly next to, well, sort of behind, Tony.

Patti: Who's this? Alcoholic buddy of yours, or some wrestling pal of yours?

Looking back at Jeremy and his meager physique...

Patti: Heh, well I hope its not the latter. Hell, I hope it's the former. Tough to not hit the bottle when you're a "man" of this boy's stature.

Santos: Cut the crap, Ma. He's my intern this summer, traveling the country with me and videotaping my life on the road, wrestling matches, training, and the like.

Patti looks back at Jeremy.

Patti: You're stuck with my idiot of a son for the entire summer?? Hell, if you're not an alchy now, you'll be one by September. Trust me, boy.

Tony glares at his mother and makes an eye motion to the kitchen behind his mother. After taking another drag, Patti turns toward the kitchen and gives Tony and Jeremy a half-hearted motion to come in.

Walking through this living room, it's apparent that the Sullivans were the blight of Dedham, that family that no one can seem to figure out how they managed to make a living and obtain property in a wealthier town. Walking across the creaky hardwood floor in the living room, Tony and Jeremy notice that, in June, Patti and Brian (Tony's father) still have a Christmas tree up from, well, who knows how long. As Tony had known from childhood, it was the typical Sullivan way to simply leave decorations from various holidays up close to year round, mainly to avoid having to re-decorate the next year. Lining the walls are pictures of the Sullivan family in their childhood. Patti and Brian with their daughter, Colleen, at her high school graduation. Patti and Brian with Colleen at her college graduation. Patti and Brian with Colleen at their "family" dinner with her soon-to-be fiance, Mark (who'd propose to her minutes after their dinner photo was taken).

As Tony looks around the Dedham house that he hadn't been in in at least five years, he noticed one thing that was missing from the scene: himself.

See, Tony hadn't been the best student, the most ambitious, or the most outgoing. He had become more or less a stranger to his own family, especially when put up against his older sister, who had big goals and even bigger motivation. Saludictorian of her 2002 high school graduating class (which devastated her), successful Boston College graduate, volunteer at numerous shelters and charities across eastern Massachusetts, and a woman blazing a path through, well, whatever she wanted to. Currently in social work, Colleen had her eyes set on becoming a Psychologist, and was close to completing her doctorate.

Compare that with Tony, who dropped out of college after freshman year and became a pro wrestler, along with his love of hanging out with a bunch of other unmotivated, going nowhere teens, and it was obvious who his family was more proud of. The family had a bit of a falling out around the time of his dropping out, enough so for Anthony Sullivan to legally change his name to Anthony Santos. Why? It wiped the family name from him along with his Irish heritage (Tony, while coming from a long line of Irish descendants, managed to have a dark enough complexion and facial features to be mistaken for an Italian-American if he'd been in the sun long enough).

Tony and Jeremy take a seat at the small table in the middle of their dingy little kitchen. Patti walks toward her pack of cigarettes, pulls out another Parliament, and lights it. She stays, standing, in the corner.

Patti: So why are you here, Tony? You haven't been in this house in years, and hell, I've probably heard from you a good ten times in the last two years. Why now?

Santos: I figured that was pretty obvious, Ma. I'm here because of Dad...

Patti: You think you can just show up because your dad dropped dead? You basically dropped him from your life after you disappeared after college. He's been mostly dead to you for a good five or six years. His physical disappearance shouldn't change a damn thing.

Patti, frustrated and slightly tearing up again, turns and looks out the window, practically torquing her cigarette at this point.

Santos: You think I'm here because I love that guy? I'm here because I have to be! Sure, he was a bastard...

Patti whips around, pointing a stern finger at Tony.

Patti: You watch your god d**n mouth when talking about my husband. That man was nothing but good to you. A kind soul who sacrificed anything for his children. Hell, Lord knows who put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into you. That man gave every penny he had to help you through counseling, get you tutoring in school, put you through college, and you p**sed it all away. And for what? So you could become a professional wrestler? So you could p**s off your parents for the injustices that you think we caused you?

Santos: Don't imply that I did that to spite any of you. This is what I wanted to do.

Patti: I'm not implying s**t. I'm telling you for a fact that you did. You wanted nothing more than for your dear old parents to see you become even more of a f*ck up than you were already were.

Well, good work, Tony. You wiped our name from your identity and disappointed the hell out of us. Not because of the path you took, but because of why you took it.

Patti takes a final drag of her cigarette and ashes it. She walks toward the living room and motions toward the stairs.

Patti: Come with me. I want you to see this.

Patti, Tony, and Jeremy make their way up the creaky, also hardwood stairs. Jeremy briefly considers making his way out the door and hitching a ride back to Boston, never involving himself with any of this again, but Tony latches on to the back of Jeremy's neck and pulls him toward the stairs.

They enter Patti and Brian's bedroom. A drab room with light blue walls, an armoir and various Irish prayers, they make their way to little door at the base of the corner part of the wall. Patti struggles for a moment, but manages to jerk the door open. Inside sits a small lockbox. Patti shoves it into Tony's chest.

Tony looks down at this modest black box. A piece of paper is taped to the top, marked simply with the letter "T." Tony looks up at his mother in confusion.

Santos: What's this?

Patti: Open it.

Tony flips the latch that keeps the box closed and lifts the lid. Inside, newspaper clippings. Pictures. Tons of them.

Lowell Sun: "Tony Santos Wins Debut Match Against Dom Staley"

Boston Herald: "Tony Santos Shines, Wins PWF Title"

Hartford Courant: "22-Year-Old Santos Ready to Take on New England's Best"

Pictures include faraway shots of what seems to be a younger Tony wrestling. The locations vary: high school gyms, rec centers, football fields, hell, even a nursing home. But, who took these pictures, Tony starts thinking? It couldn't have been his father. His father had abandoned him as a lost cause of a kid, and they had completely shut each other out when Tony was 19.

Santos: Is this... Dad's collection? Of, my career?

Patti: It sure as hell wasn't me. I couldn't give a damn about wrestling, even for my own kid.

Santos: But, I remember him telling me that I was going to become a "washed-up hack of a wrestler at 22." He'd practically abandoned me and my career the moment I told him.

Patti: See, Tony, if only you'd stuck around and not walked out on impulse. Actually, that's always been your problem: impulsive decisions. Sure, your father was done with you when you told him that you were leaving college to become a wrestler, and yes, we always believed that you did it to spite us, but your father, despite your lack of contact with us, wanted to see what you'd become. When he realized that you were seemingly serious about it, he went all-in, looking for and collecting newspaper clippings. There's one in there from a Seattle paper. How the hell do you think he got something from a Seattle newspaper? The man was always dedicated to his children, and you were no exception.

Patti, realizing that she was starting to look soft and showing a bit of empathy towards her son, shook off her happier disposition. Sure, Tony's father couldn't hold a grudge, but she sure as hell could. She was angry at Tony, and she wasn't going to confuse her husband's kindness for anything Tony had exhibited. Patti snatched the box from Tony's hands.

Patti: Your father's funeral is Monday. I expect you to be there. Not for me, not for any of us. I expect you to be there for your father. Do one thing right by that man. Just one thing.

Santos: Well, I have a match in LA on Sunday night, so it'll be tough...

Patti: Be there. Now get out of here. Your father would've welcomed you off the streets with open arms, but I'm not quite like your father.

Tony and Jeremy turn toward the stairs, making their way to the door. Tony slips a picture of he and his father that he had pulled from the box, which he had managed to conceal in his long sleeved shirt, into his pocket. The picture? It's of Tony, at the age of 4, having just graduated pre-school, in a mock graduation gown and cap, proud father next to him, hand on his head.

The scene fades to black.]]> <![CDATA[Who Is Eli James IV? (part 2)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4157 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 20:58:23 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4157 .. (continuing from the previous interview from the XWF production crew) ..

XWF Production Crew "Are you ok? We're not sure what you're saying.. what about your fam--

Eli James IV "Fourth of July is coming up, isn't it, man? A time where we are suppose to celebrate our independence. What do people do to celebrate? Go to bars and get drunk.. they drink themselves into a stupor and forgetting what happened. They escape the world they live in by doing drugs and doing unimaginable sinful things. People buy fireworks.. oh fireworks. Heh. Man, people spend their money to buy things ya light.. shoot in the air or it stays on the ground.. makes noises.. explodes.. makes things all colorful. That's it. The end. It's like their lives here. They'll do all kinds of work.. tryin' to leave some sort of legacy on earth.. leaving something behind for people to admire.. but in the end.. it'll be nothing more than a quick explosion. It'll be here and be gone.. forgotten by everyone. It's how everyone thinks now, man.. temporary. Me? I think beyond the temporary.. I think into the eternal. What about you, boys?

Both crew members turn to each other and trying to see what the other would say. They both turn back to look at Eli and shrug their shoulders.

XWF Production Crew "Not sure. Never gave it much thought.

Eli James IV "That's people around here for ya. The earth spins and does anyone stop to pay attention? Not really, man. Nobody stops and wonders if it'll stop spinning do they? Nobody wakes up thinking maybe the sun won't be there this time.. they don't give it much thought. Why? I don't know why, man. Me. I don't give it a thought because I know who holds it in their hand. His words are more powerful than ours. His promises remain faithful when sometimes ours falls by the waste side. Nobody wants think of doomsday. We don't mind being entertained by it.. in movies.. in jokes.. in television shows.. but doomsday for real? People push it aside. Keep it down. Stop talkin' about all this doom and gloom stuff. Right? It's only doom and gloom to those who continue to deny it and live according to their plan. People put their trust in a coin.. in paper money.. in their health.. their job.. even this earth.. but the second you start taking that away.. they get nervous.. scared.. afraid.. because their 'god' is being held up to the light of reality and you can see through it. You know why so many people panicked when the stock market was falling? Their god.. money.. was shown to be one who cannot win against certain things.. their god was failing.. their god was dying.. AND.. there was no cure for it. People will die. Everyone will die. The book says everyone dies.. then they face judgment. The righteous will be judged and the wicked will be judged. The righteous have nothing to worry about if they followed the path and lived it. The wicked on the other hand does have something to worry about. Their god will once again die and they'll be left all alone to face the one true Almighty and face consequences. It's real simple, man. My message is doom and gloom to those who keep everything here on the earth.. the material.. close to their heart and hold onto it for dear life. I enjoy it.. but there's somethin' far better, man.

XWF Production Crew "Eli.. how about we show you what some of the opponents have said recently and maybe get your reaction?

Eli James IV "Heh. They pose no problem to me, man. They talk about what they're going to do to me. Ya think I haven't heard that before? They talk about my ways and my message being for the stupid. I've heard it. Yet I continue to push forward.

Eli slowly walks over to them smiling and enjoying himself. The crew guys show him videos and writings of what people are saying about him in the XWF.. more specifically his opponents. His smile disappears and he walks away from the crew members back to the end of the dock. The crew look at each other for a second and Eli begins to yell at the top of his voice.

Eli James IV "You continue to ignore the obvious. You focus in on what I've accomplished so far. You see I beat World-1.. you saw how I did against Janitor.. you watched as I won a battle royal to get into this elimination chamber.. and what do you focus on? All my victories. Hehe. You should focus on what's before you. Let me share with you advice. Focus not on the past, but the present and future. Go ahead and take your eyes off the now, man. Look at what's happened from today to yesterday and so forth. It's the weak mind that looks backwards. You can't see the future, can ya? You are blind at to what's before you. Call me a puppet. Do you see any strings moving my arms.. my head.. my mouth.. my legs? I sure don't. Get some scissors and try to cut anything above me to see if I fall down. You continue to slap a name or a gimmick on me because you are afraid. He's a puppet. He's not real. I dare ya to cut me down from the strings. You know what'll happen when you come at me with scissors and try to cut the strings? Nothing. You'll look like a fool trying to cut air between me and the sky. But if it makes ya feel comfortable calling me that, go on, man. Every time you open your mouth and let words come out proves what I've been saying all along.. you're a fool. Not just polluting the world with your lies, but polluting your own heart. Keep saying it and you'll eventually fall to yourself. But you will always fail. You will always fall. All have sinned and have fallen short of the glory of God. You must love the dirt a lot.. because you keep on fallen and refuse to walk. Babies crawl but once they learn how to walk.. crawling fades away. I guess you're a little bit lower than a baby, man. You like to keep on crawling. You don't wanna walk. You don't want anyone taking the training wheels off your bicycle.. you want your momma to keep cutting off the end on your sandwich.. you want her to chew your food up before she gives it to ya too? I bet ya do, man. You continue to bathe yourselves in stupidity and it's only showing you more of a fool than anything. You keep lying on the ground and see people stepping all over you. We'll walk right into the glorious heavens while you lay down in your laziness stupor and cry to Eli to carry you in. Your eyes will see nothin' but harsh darkness while ours shall see the brightness of all His majesty. The good Book says to seek first His kingdom.. but all you seek is nothingness. Meaningless stuff. Stuff that you hope will carry you on to something better, but it won't carry you at all. It'll fill your little ole heart for a moment, but leaking it all out at the same time. It's like you working hard in the nice hot sun beating down on ya.. hours of hard labor.. you run to get ya a nice cold glass of water.. you fill up the glass and start drinking.. problem is there's a big hole in the bottom of the glass.. while you may get some water in ya.. the majority has leaked out never to be placed in your body to cool you off. The good Lord has given us his Spirit on this sinful land. We enjoy life.. we enjoy each breathe we take.. the Earth spins with us falling away into the depths of the Universe.. the sun beams down upon us to govern the day and give us light.. the moon governs the day.. the world's system goes without a worry in our little mind. The book says He existed before anything else, and he holds all creation together. We don't worry because of that little water that remained in the cup. It's running out, though, man. It's only going to last for so long. The only fix for the leak is repentance.. is to turn to him and surrender to his Lordship. Keep enjoying those sips while we enjoy the full glass. Soon enough you'll be begging for a cup. You'll be pleading and wanting everything to go back just for one day.. just one second.. to taste the full glass but it'll be too late. The water will stop for you. You'll be left with an empty glass. Then when you think you're in dyer need of something to quench the thirst.. he pours his wrath upon you to drink. It won't be tasty and it won't quench your thirst. You'll forever be begging for a sip. Challenge the existence of the Creator and you'll be lying in a pit of ruin. If you say there is no god.. then it raises a lot of questions in my mind. Are you ready to start answering them? If there is no God.. then life is nothing but a mere accident done by laws of science.. and if that's true then life has no real purpose except to live and die.. and if that's true.. then any law we create to govern ourselves is nothing more than trying to control a purposeless life.. morality becomes up to individuals and not a common source written on the hearts of men.. so you can't tell someone is doing anything evil.. you can only tell them you don't like what they're doing and that's about as far as you have the right to go. If there is no god.. then why weep for those who have died or dying? Why save them? To make ourselves feel some sort of warmth? There's no purpose for life so why cry? They came into existence and are now completely out of existence. That's the world you choose to live in? Heh. I tend to look at something better. Instead of us and everything around us coming from an accident.. I believe we came from a Creator. He made everything like art. He painted the heavens.. he formed all we see to work like it does.. our breath is more than our bodies working like a robot.. our breath has purpose and something beyond to live for. I believe love is something more than just our brains shooting off signals.. I believe doing good is something more than just trying to please ourselves and make us feel better.. I believe in the mysteriousness of the Creator. Why take care of yourselves if you're just going back to the dust of the Earth? Why not just have fun and do whatever you want? If there is a God, then, boy.. you have to be responsible for your actions to him in the end. If you wanna put your faith into yourself and a bunch of laws.. go right on ahead, man. If you're right.. then nothin' happens in the end.. we both go to the ground and that's it. If I'm right.. then in the end.. it has significant value and changes everything. Live a selfish life, man. I'm here to give. My world isn't about money. I'm not buying anyone's soul. I'm simply spreading the message of hope from the destruction that's coming. Call me a liar! Tell me I'm insane! Call those follow this teaching loony! Think I'm a little bit out there! I will wave as I pass you on by into the heaven while you rot in your sin. You wanna know who Eli James is? Good luck trying to figure it out! Keep tryin to wrap your minds around me. Place your whiteboards in your room and start drawing conclusions about who I am.. what I am.. what I'm doing here.. what's coming.. and what do I mean. I'll laugh at all of pathetic conclusions. I'll mock the stories you try to come up with to make yourselves feel more comfortable around me. You keep thinking I'm just a rookie that came off the street with a stupid message.. that I'll be here for the fifteen minutes of fame and disappear. Nah, man. I'm here. I'm here for the long haul. That should frighten you. It should put fear in your very soul. I know it does. I know the fear of the unknown is making you second guess yourselves. It's making you wonder what I'm gonna do next. It's only going to get better, hehehe. Enjoy the peace treaty you have. Yeah, I call what you see around this world right now peace. You would to if you knew what was coming. Go on about your business. Sleep well, man. If only you would receive the words I say and let the truth grow in your hearts.

Eli starts to laugh uncontrollably.. scaring the crew members. He starts yelling things they can't make out and are to afraid to even ask him what he's saying or to calm down. Eli continue to shout and even stands on the bars leaning towards the ocean with his arms raised high. He stops and all you hear is the ocean. Eli drops his arms down and climbs back to the wooden floor of the dock.. or pier as some call it.. turns towards the XWF crew guys and gives another smirk. He looks calm and peaceful.

Eli James IV "My family? I'll tell ya about them, man.

The crew guys look at each other confused and scared.

Eli James IV "My sister's a good woman. She took care of my parents when I went away for a while. Hard worker. She helps with some of the land that's still in the family's name.. like I do. She means a lot to me, man. I help her out when I can. We still talk a lot. Parents are on to be with the Lord and wait for us to get there. I'll get there when my I fulfill the purpose and the calling the Almighty has given me. Got a ways to go, man.

Mary-Beth and Emma-Lee both join at the end of the dock with Eli. They notice the crew looking nervous and frightened. They look at them and smile.

Eli James IV "Y'all look like y'all have seen a ghost, man. Y'all still good to record this?

The crew guys nod 'yes'.

Eli James IV "Y'all probably wanna know how I got into this whole Almighty talk. This relationship I have with him. I sat down one night.. you guys sure you're ok?.

The crew guys nod 'yes' agian. Eli gives them a big smile which makes them start to shake a little.

Eli James IV "Choruses sung by the quiet voice pushes the light into our eyes that we may see. Such a beauty we can hear. Taste and see that the Lord is good. ]]> .. (continuing from the previous interview from the XWF production crew) ..

XWF Production Crew "Are you ok? We're not sure what you're saying.. what about your fam--

Eli James IV "Fourth of July is coming up, isn't it, man? A time where we are suppose to celebrate our independence. What do people do to celebrate? Go to bars and get drunk.. they drink themselves into a stupor and forgetting what happened. They escape the world they live in by doing drugs and doing unimaginable sinful things. People buy fireworks.. oh fireworks. Heh. Man, people spend their money to buy things ya light.. shoot in the air or it stays on the ground.. makes noises.. explodes.. makes things all colorful. That's it. The end. It's like their lives here. They'll do all kinds of work.. tryin' to leave some sort of legacy on earth.. leaving something behind for people to admire.. but in the end.. it'll be nothing more than a quick explosion. It'll be here and be gone.. forgotten by everyone. It's how everyone thinks now, man.. temporary. Me? I think beyond the temporary.. I think into the eternal. What about you, boys?

Both crew members turn to each other and trying to see what the other would say. They both turn back to look at Eli and shrug their shoulders.

XWF Production Crew "Not sure. Never gave it much thought.

Eli James IV "That's people around here for ya. The earth spins and does anyone stop to pay attention? Not really, man. Nobody stops and wonders if it'll stop spinning do they? Nobody wakes up thinking maybe the sun won't be there this time.. they don't give it much thought. Why? I don't know why, man. Me. I don't give it a thought because I know who holds it in their hand. His words are more powerful than ours. His promises remain faithful when sometimes ours falls by the waste side. Nobody wants think of doomsday. We don't mind being entertained by it.. in movies.. in jokes.. in television shows.. but doomsday for real? People push it aside. Keep it down. Stop talkin' about all this doom and gloom stuff. Right? It's only doom and gloom to those who continue to deny it and live according to their plan. People put their trust in a coin.. in paper money.. in their health.. their job.. even this earth.. but the second you start taking that away.. they get nervous.. scared.. afraid.. because their 'god' is being held up to the light of reality and you can see through it. You know why so many people panicked when the stock market was falling? Their god.. money.. was shown to be one who cannot win against certain things.. their god was failing.. their god was dying.. AND.. there was no cure for it. People will die. Everyone will die. The book says everyone dies.. then they face judgment. The righteous will be judged and the wicked will be judged. The righteous have nothing to worry about if they followed the path and lived it. The wicked on the other hand does have something to worry about. Their god will once again die and they'll be left all alone to face the one true Almighty and face consequences. It's real simple, man. My message is doom and gloom to those who keep everything here on the earth.. the material.. close to their heart and hold onto it for dear life. I enjoy it.. but there's somethin' far better, man.

XWF Production Crew "Eli.. how about we show you what some of the opponents have said recently and maybe get your reaction?

Eli James IV "Heh. They pose no problem to me, man. They talk about what they're going to do to me. Ya think I haven't heard that before? They talk about my ways and my message being for the stupid. I've heard it. Yet I continue to push forward.

Eli slowly walks over to them smiling and enjoying himself. The crew guys show him videos and writings of what people are saying about him in the XWF.. more specifically his opponents. His smile disappears and he walks away from the crew members back to the end of the dock. The crew look at each other for a second and Eli begins to yell at the top of his voice.

Eli James IV "You continue to ignore the obvious. You focus in on what I've accomplished so far. You see I beat World-1.. you saw how I did against Janitor.. you watched as I won a battle royal to get into this elimination chamber.. and what do you focus on? All my victories. Hehe. You should focus on what's before you. Let me share with you advice. Focus not on the past, but the present and future. Go ahead and take your eyes off the now, man. Look at what's happened from today to yesterday and so forth. It's the weak mind that looks backwards. You can't see the future, can ya? You are blind at to what's before you. Call me a puppet. Do you see any strings moving my arms.. my head.. my mouth.. my legs? I sure don't. Get some scissors and try to cut anything above me to see if I fall down. You continue to slap a name or a gimmick on me because you are afraid. He's a puppet. He's not real. I dare ya to cut me down from the strings. You know what'll happen when you come at me with scissors and try to cut the strings? Nothing. You'll look like a fool trying to cut air between me and the sky. But if it makes ya feel comfortable calling me that, go on, man. Every time you open your mouth and let words come out proves what I've been saying all along.. you're a fool. Not just polluting the world with your lies, but polluting your own heart. Keep saying it and you'll eventually fall to yourself. But you will always fail. You will always fall. All have sinned and have fallen short of the glory of God. You must love the dirt a lot.. because you keep on fallen and refuse to walk. Babies crawl but once they learn how to walk.. crawling fades away. I guess you're a little bit lower than a baby, man. You like to keep on crawling. You don't wanna walk. You don't want anyone taking the training wheels off your bicycle.. you want your momma to keep cutting off the end on your sandwich.. you want her to chew your food up before she gives it to ya too? I bet ya do, man. You continue to bathe yourselves in stupidity and it's only showing you more of a fool than anything. You keep lying on the ground and see people stepping all over you. We'll walk right into the glorious heavens while you lay down in your laziness stupor and cry to Eli to carry you in. Your eyes will see nothin' but harsh darkness while ours shall see the brightness of all His majesty. The good Book says to seek first His kingdom.. but all you seek is nothingness. Meaningless stuff. Stuff that you hope will carry you on to something better, but it won't carry you at all. It'll fill your little ole heart for a moment, but leaking it all out at the same time. It's like you working hard in the nice hot sun beating down on ya.. hours of hard labor.. you run to get ya a nice cold glass of water.. you fill up the glass and start drinking.. problem is there's a big hole in the bottom of the glass.. while you may get some water in ya.. the majority has leaked out never to be placed in your body to cool you off. The good Lord has given us his Spirit on this sinful land. We enjoy life.. we enjoy each breathe we take.. the Earth spins with us falling away into the depths of the Universe.. the sun beams down upon us to govern the day and give us light.. the moon governs the day.. the world's system goes without a worry in our little mind. The book says He existed before anything else, and he holds all creation together. We don't worry because of that little water that remained in the cup. It's running out, though, man. It's only going to last for so long. The only fix for the leak is repentance.. is to turn to him and surrender to his Lordship. Keep enjoying those sips while we enjoy the full glass. Soon enough you'll be begging for a cup. You'll be pleading and wanting everything to go back just for one day.. just one second.. to taste the full glass but it'll be too late. The water will stop for you. You'll be left with an empty glass. Then when you think you're in dyer need of something to quench the thirst.. he pours his wrath upon you to drink. It won't be tasty and it won't quench your thirst. You'll forever be begging for a sip. Challenge the existence of the Creator and you'll be lying in a pit of ruin. If you say there is no god.. then it raises a lot of questions in my mind. Are you ready to start answering them? If there is no God.. then life is nothing but a mere accident done by laws of science.. and if that's true then life has no real purpose except to live and die.. and if that's true.. then any law we create to govern ourselves is nothing more than trying to control a purposeless life.. morality becomes up to individuals and not a common source written on the hearts of men.. so you can't tell someone is doing anything evil.. you can only tell them you don't like what they're doing and that's about as far as you have the right to go. If there is no god.. then why weep for those who have died or dying? Why save them? To make ourselves feel some sort of warmth? There's no purpose for life so why cry? They came into existence and are now completely out of existence. That's the world you choose to live in? Heh. I tend to look at something better. Instead of us and everything around us coming from an accident.. I believe we came from a Creator. He made everything like art. He painted the heavens.. he formed all we see to work like it does.. our breath is more than our bodies working like a robot.. our breath has purpose and something beyond to live for. I believe love is something more than just our brains shooting off signals.. I believe doing good is something more than just trying to please ourselves and make us feel better.. I believe in the mysteriousness of the Creator. Why take care of yourselves if you're just going back to the dust of the Earth? Why not just have fun and do whatever you want? If there is a God, then, boy.. you have to be responsible for your actions to him in the end. If you wanna put your faith into yourself and a bunch of laws.. go right on ahead, man. If you're right.. then nothin' happens in the end.. we both go to the ground and that's it. If I'm right.. then in the end.. it has significant value and changes everything. Live a selfish life, man. I'm here to give. My world isn't about money. I'm not buying anyone's soul. I'm simply spreading the message of hope from the destruction that's coming. Call me a liar! Tell me I'm insane! Call those follow this teaching loony! Think I'm a little bit out there! I will wave as I pass you on by into the heaven while you rot in your sin. You wanna know who Eli James is? Good luck trying to figure it out! Keep tryin to wrap your minds around me. Place your whiteboards in your room and start drawing conclusions about who I am.. what I am.. what I'm doing here.. what's coming.. and what do I mean. I'll laugh at all of pathetic conclusions. I'll mock the stories you try to come up with to make yourselves feel more comfortable around me. You keep thinking I'm just a rookie that came off the street with a stupid message.. that I'll be here for the fifteen minutes of fame and disappear. Nah, man. I'm here. I'm here for the long haul. That should frighten you. It should put fear in your very soul. I know it does. I know the fear of the unknown is making you second guess yourselves. It's making you wonder what I'm gonna do next. It's only going to get better, hehehe. Enjoy the peace treaty you have. Yeah, I call what you see around this world right now peace. You would to if you knew what was coming. Go on about your business. Sleep well, man. If only you would receive the words I say and let the truth grow in your hearts.

Eli starts to laugh uncontrollably.. scaring the crew members. He starts yelling things they can't make out and are to afraid to even ask him what he's saying or to calm down. Eli continue to shout and even stands on the bars leaning towards the ocean with his arms raised high. He stops and all you hear is the ocean. Eli drops his arms down and climbs back to the wooden floor of the dock.. or pier as some call it.. turns towards the XWF crew guys and gives another smirk. He looks calm and peaceful.

Eli James IV "My family? I'll tell ya about them, man.

The crew guys look at each other confused and scared.

Eli James IV "My sister's a good woman. She took care of my parents when I went away for a while. Hard worker. She helps with some of the land that's still in the family's name.. like I do. She means a lot to me, man. I help her out when I can. We still talk a lot. Parents are on to be with the Lord and wait for us to get there. I'll get there when my I fulfill the purpose and the calling the Almighty has given me. Got a ways to go, man.

Mary-Beth and Emma-Lee both join at the end of the dock with Eli. They notice the crew looking nervous and frightened. They look at them and smile.

Eli James IV "Y'all look like y'all have seen a ghost, man. Y'all still good to record this?

The crew guys nod 'yes'.

Eli James IV "Y'all probably wanna know how I got into this whole Almighty talk. This relationship I have with him. I sat down one night.. you guys sure you're ok?.

The crew guys nod 'yes' agian. Eli gives them a big smile which makes them start to shake a little.

Eli James IV "Choruses sung by the quiet voice pushes the light into our eyes that we may see. Such a beauty we can hear. Taste and see that the Lord is good. ]]> <![CDATA[Hit the Music, This is Going to be a Long Night... (RP 7)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4153 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 19:29:22 -0700 #MemeQueen Luca Torchwick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4153

Act 10: A Rundown of Those Who I've Spoken of Prior

The camera focuses on what appears to be a mural, however is so zoomed in that whatever it's supposed to be is nothing but a mess of different shades of the color red. Nothing distinguishable, just what appears to be a puddle of blood caked onto a wall. Someone didn't happen to give Peter Gilmour finger paint again, did they? God damn that adult daycare he goes to, they need to keep a closer eye on him!

A pan out soon reveals that the blotch of color is actually a word, and not only that, but an entire sentence! It's coherent too! Much more that Gilmour could do! It reads:

Red like roses fills my dreams, and brings me to the place you rest.


Okay, maybe not so coherent. It could still be Gilmour's handi(capped)work after all! However, one has to imagine what angle he would be going at to write random phrases down on a wall in the middle of scenic fucking nowhere. It sounds more like someone else...

The sound of footsteps can be heard the opposite end of the camera. Someone walking into shot, where have we seen this before?

"Ahem."

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

"Eli James the Fourth. The most 'mysterious' one of the bunch, if you could call any of these worthless neanderthals mysterious that is. He fits every check of that line you all read, unless you're Gilmour of course. In which case he fits every check of that line Rose read to you, but I digress. I wish just one of these fucks would make me step out of my comfort zone and challenge me in a battle of wits, but sadly none of them seem to have the mental fortitude to accomplish such a feat. However, you're all too mentally deficient to understand why I say that Eli fits the bill of this line, allow me to elaborate.

You see, the bastard fills my dreams by making me sleep easy at night. No fear of him uttering anything that could challenge anything I said about him. I'm not exactly a fan of that style of being though. If I was, do you think I'd still be in front of this camera?

Do you think I would still be in this company? I could just sit here and rest on my laurels and still outwit almost all of this roster. No, I'm waiting for the day when one of you fuckers can challenge me!

That's why I don't care for titles.

Who cares who you beat if it was an easy task dismantling their psyche? Now, couldn't you say that any of my opponents could've fit the bill of this line? You may be right, but there's something else that condemns Eli to this line, and not because he's just being my appetizer.

Hey messiah, you're doing a great job of manipulating the idiots out there, I'm sure your stint here has really garnered a lot of new faces to seek out your enlightenment, all for a low low price of twenty dollars and what's left of their freewill.

A crusader for God lost in a message as muddled as his own sermons are. It's so hard to make that source material interesting, isn't it? I do have to ask, how far gone are you to start believing your own lies? How much shit are you on, that you actually think there's a God in heaven, and that he's looking at you with high esteem for being such a mindless fucking puppet?

There you go, the word of God gets this honor because as the word of God, he should at least know how to force my hand and make me interested in speaking back to him.

Yet I feel as though this is just obligatory.

Maybe because his addition was just the obligatory rookie getting his fifteen minutes of fame before getting crushed."

The camera begins to pan over to another part of the mural. It's at this point when the average mind could gather that the camera's panning along the bottom of the wall, so Gilmour should be getting around to gathering that an hour from this point. Oh boy, more writing! Don't you just love cryptic fucking messages?

White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test.

"Heironeous, my oh my you're really something, aren't you? First putting out something so mindnumbingly boring that even after my fourth viewing I couldn't even formulate anything coherent to say! Now don't you take that as a victory, a 'I shut Luca up!' card, because I managed to make something watchable out of your coat hanger abortion of a promo. I guess I am a miracle worker after all.

I'm glad you're unimpressed and bored of me. I honestly am.

Why?

Because it'll make the inevitable loss you're going to suffer to me sting that much more. I'm all about the fine details. The acute little factors that make the metaphorical pill that much harder to swallow."

Once more the camera pans across the mural, and once more there's another series of words that has a slight sense of significance. Oh boy, could this be the payoff already?

Black, the beast descends from shadows...

"Oh boy, here we go once more with that motherfucker Nightmare. I'm so flattered that you made a majority of your speech aimed towards me, because we all know how fixated you really are. How blind are you?

You claim that you're coming for me, because, get this everyone! He thinks I'm a despicable and disgusting person! Is that the best you got? Hold on, let me show you how to trash talk someone.

Luca? You're a worthless, pisspoor excuse for a human being! The fact that you're considered anything above excrement is a damn fallacy and should be treated as such. The horrible acts you've committed in your life are without a doubt the very things that will lead to your undoing! GAH! I'M NIGHTMARE! I'M SO FUCKING COOL!

See? Isn't it all so much better when i say it? I didn't even say anything new in that, just like you! I swear man, you gotta step it up.

But you won't, because for all your wisdom you don't know how to perform the simple task of making me look like shit, something I do already. How do you fail at that as bad as you do? Tell me, I want to fucking know. Get talking now, I'm sure it's a long story, full of detours about how much of a shadowy individual you are and how many times a day your apprentice sucks your dick.

Because that's a Nightmare promo. Idiotic attempts at shaming, and arrogance that goes above and beyond my brand of arrogance that's such a bad thing!"

Once more the camera pans, hitting the edge of the mural now. This time there's only four words.

Yellow beauty burns gold

"Which brings me to the only man in this match who has a title currently! Peter, how've you been? Complacent being the anchor to the oh so promising, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, team of Sid Feder's dad and Unknown Soldier? Like Holy shit dude, how are you the weakest part of that team? It seems as though you should be the reason they're anywhere, but instead they've been dragging all eight hundred pounds of your fat ass to relevancy!

Shoddy work Peter, and here I stood thinking you could possibly say something interest- okay, I'm lying. I didn't expect you to do well for yourself at all in this match promowise, because you're just too hardcore to say anything worth remembering.

However, since that's so obviously the case why do you think you need to torture everyone with jokes written by a class of 4th graders? Why is it so appealing that you tell us all that your dick has the body build as the rest of you? What is your obsession with my mom? Seriously, should I just mail you the address of her corpse like I did to Soldier? Son of a bitch, I thought you were supposed to be trash talking me!

Here, let me pull a Peter Gilmour real quick.

I FUCKED ROSE!

Wait no, that's Mr. XWF. Either way it's a shitty tactic to try to use, especially now in 2013! Your mom jokes died about a decade ago, get with the times . And I must add, way to keep going on with the gay jokes after I already talked about how moronic they sound and how much it makes you look like you want Madison's cock. However, I must digress. Because It's no longer my turn.

It's yours.

Check.

Mate.

Which brings me to the only person I have not previously spoke of.

Ma-"

The camera feed cuts out and the scene fades to black, leaving behind only the image of the full mural.

Luca's opponents laid out across the chamber, himself standing in the center with his arm raised in victory. A real Nostradamus prediction right there, who didn't see that coming?

Put your hand down, Gilmour.]]>

Act 10: A Rundown of Those Who I've Spoken of Prior

The camera focuses on what appears to be a mural, however is so zoomed in that whatever it's supposed to be is nothing but a mess of different shades of the color red. Nothing distinguishable, just what appears to be a puddle of blood caked onto a wall. Someone didn't happen to give Peter Gilmour finger paint again, did they? God damn that adult daycare he goes to, they need to keep a closer eye on him!

A pan out soon reveals that the blotch of color is actually a word, and not only that, but an entire sentence! It's coherent too! Much more that Gilmour could do! It reads:

Red like roses fills my dreams, and brings me to the place you rest.


Okay, maybe not so coherent. It could still be Gilmour's handi(capped)work after all! However, one has to imagine what angle he would be going at to write random phrases down on a wall in the middle of scenic fucking nowhere. It sounds more like someone else...

The sound of footsteps can be heard the opposite end of the camera. Someone walking into shot, where have we seen this before?

"Ahem."

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

"Eli James the Fourth. The most 'mysterious' one of the bunch, if you could call any of these worthless neanderthals mysterious that is. He fits every check of that line you all read, unless you're Gilmour of course. In which case he fits every check of that line Rose read to you, but I digress. I wish just one of these fucks would make me step out of my comfort zone and challenge me in a battle of wits, but sadly none of them seem to have the mental fortitude to accomplish such a feat. However, you're all too mentally deficient to understand why I say that Eli fits the bill of this line, allow me to elaborate.

You see, the bastard fills my dreams by making me sleep easy at night. No fear of him uttering anything that could challenge anything I said about him. I'm not exactly a fan of that style of being though. If I was, do you think I'd still be in front of this camera?

Do you think I would still be in this company? I could just sit here and rest on my laurels and still outwit almost all of this roster. No, I'm waiting for the day when one of you fuckers can challenge me!

That's why I don't care for titles.

Who cares who you beat if it was an easy task dismantling their psyche? Now, couldn't you say that any of my opponents could've fit the bill of this line? You may be right, but there's something else that condemns Eli to this line, and not because he's just being my appetizer.

Hey messiah, you're doing a great job of manipulating the idiots out there, I'm sure your stint here has really garnered a lot of new faces to seek out your enlightenment, all for a low low price of twenty dollars and what's left of their freewill.

A crusader for God lost in a message as muddled as his own sermons are. It's so hard to make that source material interesting, isn't it? I do have to ask, how far gone are you to start believing your own lies? How much shit are you on, that you actually think there's a God in heaven, and that he's looking at you with high esteem for being such a mindless fucking puppet?

There you go, the word of God gets this honor because as the word of God, he should at least know how to force my hand and make me interested in speaking back to him.

Yet I feel as though this is just obligatory.

Maybe because his addition was just the obligatory rookie getting his fifteen minutes of fame before getting crushed."

The camera begins to pan over to another part of the mural. It's at this point when the average mind could gather that the camera's panning along the bottom of the wall, so Gilmour should be getting around to gathering that an hour from this point. Oh boy, more writing! Don't you just love cryptic fucking messages?

White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test.

"Heironeous, my oh my you're really something, aren't you? First putting out something so mindnumbingly boring that even after my fourth viewing I couldn't even formulate anything coherent to say! Now don't you take that as a victory, a 'I shut Luca up!' card, because I managed to make something watchable out of your coat hanger abortion of a promo. I guess I am a miracle worker after all.

I'm glad you're unimpressed and bored of me. I honestly am.

Why?

Because it'll make the inevitable loss you're going to suffer to me sting that much more. I'm all about the fine details. The acute little factors that make the metaphorical pill that much harder to swallow."

Once more the camera pans across the mural, and once more there's another series of words that has a slight sense of significance. Oh boy, could this be the payoff already?

Black, the beast descends from shadows...

"Oh boy, here we go once more with that motherfucker Nightmare. I'm so flattered that you made a majority of your speech aimed towards me, because we all know how fixated you really are. How blind are you?

You claim that you're coming for me, because, get this everyone! He thinks I'm a despicable and disgusting person! Is that the best you got? Hold on, let me show you how to trash talk someone.

Luca? You're a worthless, pisspoor excuse for a human being! The fact that you're considered anything above excrement is a damn fallacy and should be treated as such. The horrible acts you've committed in your life are without a doubt the very things that will lead to your undoing! GAH! I'M NIGHTMARE! I'M SO FUCKING COOL!

See? Isn't it all so much better when i say it? I didn't even say anything new in that, just like you! I swear man, you gotta step it up.

But you won't, because for all your wisdom you don't know how to perform the simple task of making me look like shit, something I do already. How do you fail at that as bad as you do? Tell me, I want to fucking know. Get talking now, I'm sure it's a long story, full of detours about how much of a shadowy individual you are and how many times a day your apprentice sucks your dick.

Because that's a Nightmare promo. Idiotic attempts at shaming, and arrogance that goes above and beyond my brand of arrogance that's such a bad thing!"

Once more the camera pans, hitting the edge of the mural now. This time there's only four words.

Yellow beauty burns gold

"Which brings me to the only man in this match who has a title currently! Peter, how've you been? Complacent being the anchor to the oh so promising, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, team of Sid Feder's dad and Unknown Soldier? Like Holy shit dude, how are you the weakest part of that team? It seems as though you should be the reason they're anywhere, but instead they've been dragging all eight hundred pounds of your fat ass to relevancy!

Shoddy work Peter, and here I stood thinking you could possibly say something interest- okay, I'm lying. I didn't expect you to do well for yourself at all in this match promowise, because you're just too hardcore to say anything worth remembering.

However, since that's so obviously the case why do you think you need to torture everyone with jokes written by a class of 4th graders? Why is it so appealing that you tell us all that your dick has the body build as the rest of you? What is your obsession with my mom? Seriously, should I just mail you the address of her corpse like I did to Soldier? Son of a bitch, I thought you were supposed to be trash talking me!

Here, let me pull a Peter Gilmour real quick.

I FUCKED ROSE!

Wait no, that's Mr. XWF. Either way it's a shitty tactic to try to use, especially now in 2013! Your mom jokes died about a decade ago, get with the times . And I must add, way to keep going on with the gay jokes after I already talked about how moronic they sound and how much it makes you look like you want Madison's cock. However, I must digress. Because It's no longer my turn.

It's yours.

Check.

Mate.

Which brings me to the only person I have not previously spoke of.

Ma-"

The camera feed cuts out and the scene fades to black, leaving behind only the image of the full mural.

Luca's opponents laid out across the chamber, himself standing in the center with his arm raised in victory. A real Nostradamus prediction right there, who didn't see that coming?

Put your hand down, Gilmour.]]> <![CDATA[A Small word for my opponents. RP#3]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4149 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 18:09:17 -0700 Nightmare]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4149
Nightmare is stood in front of the Castle of Demons. He is alone and stood still and silent. His eyes closed behind the mask and his head bows. There is a sudden flash of light causing the backdrop to turn to white. Once the white fades the castle cannot be seen anymore, instead we have a shot of the XWF HQ.


XWF Interviewer Steve Sayors uneasily approaches Nightmare with a microphone and a cameraman.



Steve: Uhh Mr Nightmare sir, do you have any words you would like to say leading up to your match up in the elimination chamber at the weekend, Maybe a message for your opponents?



Nightmare looks directly towards Steve, his eyes piercing with menace before finally relaxing, with that making Steve feel a little more at ease.




Nightmare: Very well.


Luca Arzegotti we meet again.

I am glad you enjoy the stories of others much like yourself. You see Luca all of these stories are true to life stories of people who have done wrong in their life and have need to face the consequences they had appeared smart enough to avoid.

That’s right Luca, seeing as you have heard these stories you will know that all of these beings errors in judgment shall we say have manifested themselves out of nothing more than greed and arrogance.

GREED & ARROGANCE. These are two traits that can cause problems for all involved because you see Luca or what you do not see I should say is that greed and arrogance come hand in hand with mistakes and foolishness. Granted it is a foolishness that the subjects of the stories would not suffer, they would not fall into the trap of failure in what they would seek most. This is why these stories are so special. You will not find many people in the world who can get away with as much as these subjects have and this is why the powers must step in.


I do not like to say that the subjects of the stories have been a success but unfortunately in someway I must. The achieve there goals and get what the want and eventually what they deserve. The get what they deserve when finally the ticking clock is placed above there head. TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.

The clock continues like that until the mission is put in place, until it is time for their Nightmare to arrive, the time when the powers send me to deliver retribution and to deliver the justice they managed to avoid at the beginning.

You remind me a lot of the subjects of these stories Luca but at the same time you are very different. You are a disgusting, despicable human being and you also show the arrogance of the others but unfortunately you do not have the smarts to avoid allowing your arrogance to slip into the realm of foolishness.

Luca you do not have the clock above your head yet TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK but your foolishness has found me already. We have met once before in a match that had finished as a no contest but this time it will be different. There will be no helping that friend of yours, you will not make it to the king match, you will fall at the penultimate hurdle. This hurdle is not only myself but is also you.

You are a drunken fool and your time will come to an end this weekend.





Now my Apprentice has informed me of some of the other small obstacles that will also be standing in this chamber match with Luca and myself. So with that I feel it is my duty to acknowledge their presence.

Heironeous I appreciate the humbleness you show when talking about your own mission in hand, however your mission is one of self-satisfaction, your self-satisfaction to succeed and to be the best, to be the King.

Please don’t miss-understand me Heironeous. I do not paint you with the same brush as I have others in the past and I understand your desperation to succeed and I must congratulate your for making it this far but this night at Wild Card weekend, it is not your time, this company needs a king that is selfless. I am nit suggesting that you would become a king in the model that the XWF has now but you must understand a selfless king would be a successful king, a king that would have everyone looking up to him.

If Heironeous you truly believe you can be a king of this kind, if you can put your on agendas to one side then I will not begrudge you or any of the others that time to prove it as king.

Unfortunate for now the only person a can trust to lead the XWF into the future is myself and that is what I intend to do.

Prove me wrong if you can Hieroneous. Prove me wrong.


That last message goes out to everyone else apart from Luca that will be stepping into that chamber this weekend.


My Apprentice has told me of another competitor by the name of Peter Gilmour, my apprentice believes this to be a man that will show a real passion to succeed in this match. He also said that Gilmour’s main goal is to get his hands on the king, such like my own.

Since being told of Peter Gilmour’s presence in this match I have don’t, as I always do some research into his ability.


I must say Mr Gilmour you have impressed me to an extent, showing great ability to go along with that passion you have. My Apprentice did confirm that he has witnessed you in a match and he was impressed. We will see at the PPV if your ability and passion is enough to get you through a match that includes my self and another competitor who goes by the name of Mark Flynn.


Mark Flynn is the once competitor that I really do not know too much about but according to my apprentice apart from myself he is the most likely to eventually de-throne King Madison.

As I have said before if his aim is to do this for the correct reasons just as I am then I would never begrudge him that honour.

I look forward to stepping into the chamber with you Mr Flynn, I truly believe that everything you do should be done to the highest standard and you should never go for the easy option’s for quick success like many of the subjects of my stories do. So if you are as great as the stories of you that have been told then I will say may the best man win and take away the crown from the tyrant king.

I will say to you though Mr Flynn, this is my mission for the higher powers, I do not fail my missions so you must bring everything you have into Wild Card Weekend for the smallest chance of not leaving there empty handed.


Eli James IV I am truly embarrassed to say I do not know anything of you and for this I apologise, my apprentice has failed me on this occasion and he will face the consequences.

My attention to detail and superior power as a Night Terror does assist me with lets say knowing certain things about people.


I know that in your short time in the XWF you have been kicking up quite the storm, upsetting a few people along the way.

I will say though Eli James IV, I do agree with some of your beliefs but for the most part I do not and I truly believe that you are not someone that the XWF needs to be sitting upon the throne forcing some of your more radical beliefs upon the people.

I am sure the others in this match will agree with me on this and unfortunate for you I don’t see you getting anywhere near the goals you have set out for yourself on this evening.

One day Eli, it maybe your time but I truly believe you need to reign in some of your thoughts and beliefs before they over power you completely and you end up walking down the same road as so many other where the powers place that ticking clock upon your head in anticipation for your nightmare to arrive.




Nightmare just stops talking and turns to face away from Steve and the cameraman that had been recording the entire interview. Steve turns away to look at the cameraman in confusion as to whom Nightmare is now just staring at a wall. When Steve turns back again he is shocked to see Nightmare has vanished.




Steve what… where did he go?




The cameraman shrugs his shoulders and gestures that he didn’t see anything as he was talking to Steve.






Steve: Were you recording?




The cameraman nods and smiles before Steve quickly ushers him inside of XWF HQ to go through the footage off the tape, especially the last few seconds where Nightmare had vanished.


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Nightmare is stood in front of the Castle of Demons. He is alone and stood still and silent. His eyes closed behind the mask and his head bows. There is a sudden flash of light causing the backdrop to turn to white. Once the white fades the castle cannot be seen anymore, instead we have a shot of the XWF HQ.


XWF Interviewer Steve Sayors uneasily approaches Nightmare with a microphone and a cameraman.



Steve: Uhh Mr Nightmare sir, do you have any words you would like to say leading up to your match up in the elimination chamber at the weekend, Maybe a message for your opponents?



Nightmare looks directly towards Steve, his eyes piercing with menace before finally relaxing, with that making Steve feel a little more at ease.




Nightmare: Very well.


Luca Arzegotti we meet again.

I am glad you enjoy the stories of others much like yourself. You see Luca all of these stories are true to life stories of people who have done wrong in their life and have need to face the consequences they had appeared smart enough to avoid.

That’s right Luca, seeing as you have heard these stories you will know that all of these beings errors in judgment shall we say have manifested themselves out of nothing more than greed and arrogance.

GREED & ARROGANCE. These are two traits that can cause problems for all involved because you see Luca or what you do not see I should say is that greed and arrogance come hand in hand with mistakes and foolishness. Granted it is a foolishness that the subjects of the stories would not suffer, they would not fall into the trap of failure in what they would seek most. This is why these stories are so special. You will not find many people in the world who can get away with as much as these subjects have and this is why the powers must step in.


I do not like to say that the subjects of the stories have been a success but unfortunately in someway I must. The achieve there goals and get what the want and eventually what they deserve. The get what they deserve when finally the ticking clock is placed above there head. TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.

The clock continues like that until the mission is put in place, until it is time for their Nightmare to arrive, the time when the powers send me to deliver retribution and to deliver the justice they managed to avoid at the beginning.

You remind me a lot of the subjects of these stories Luca but at the same time you are very different. You are a disgusting, despicable human being and you also show the arrogance of the others but unfortunately you do not have the smarts to avoid allowing your arrogance to slip into the realm of foolishness.

Luca you do not have the clock above your head yet TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK but your foolishness has found me already. We have met once before in a match that had finished as a no contest but this time it will be different. There will be no helping that friend of yours, you will not make it to the king match, you will fall at the penultimate hurdle. This hurdle is not only myself but is also you.

You are a drunken fool and your time will come to an end this weekend.





Now my Apprentice has informed me of some of the other small obstacles that will also be standing in this chamber match with Luca and myself. So with that I feel it is my duty to acknowledge their presence.

Heironeous I appreciate the humbleness you show when talking about your own mission in hand, however your mission is one of self-satisfaction, your self-satisfaction to succeed and to be the best, to be the King.

Please don’t miss-understand me Heironeous. I do not paint you with the same brush as I have others in the past and I understand your desperation to succeed and I must congratulate your for making it this far but this night at Wild Card weekend, it is not your time, this company needs a king that is selfless. I am nit suggesting that you would become a king in the model that the XWF has now but you must understand a selfless king would be a successful king, a king that would have everyone looking up to him.

If Heironeous you truly believe you can be a king of this kind, if you can put your on agendas to one side then I will not begrudge you or any of the others that time to prove it as king.

Unfortunate for now the only person a can trust to lead the XWF into the future is myself and that is what I intend to do.

Prove me wrong if you can Hieroneous. Prove me wrong.


That last message goes out to everyone else apart from Luca that will be stepping into that chamber this weekend.


My Apprentice has told me of another competitor by the name of Peter Gilmour, my apprentice believes this to be a man that will show a real passion to succeed in this match. He also said that Gilmour’s main goal is to get his hands on the king, such like my own.

Since being told of Peter Gilmour’s presence in this match I have don’t, as I always do some research into his ability.


I must say Mr Gilmour you have impressed me to an extent, showing great ability to go along with that passion you have. My Apprentice did confirm that he has witnessed you in a match and he was impressed. We will see at the PPV if your ability and passion is enough to get you through a match that includes my self and another competitor who goes by the name of Mark Flynn.


Mark Flynn is the once competitor that I really do not know too much about but according to my apprentice apart from myself he is the most likely to eventually de-throne King Madison.

As I have said before if his aim is to do this for the correct reasons just as I am then I would never begrudge him that honour.

I look forward to stepping into the chamber with you Mr Flynn, I truly believe that everything you do should be done to the highest standard and you should never go for the easy option’s for quick success like many of the subjects of my stories do. So if you are as great as the stories of you that have been told then I will say may the best man win and take away the crown from the tyrant king.

I will say to you though Mr Flynn, this is my mission for the higher powers, I do not fail my missions so you must bring everything you have into Wild Card Weekend for the smallest chance of not leaving there empty handed.


Eli James IV I am truly embarrassed to say I do not know anything of you and for this I apologise, my apprentice has failed me on this occasion and he will face the consequences.

My attention to detail and superior power as a Night Terror does assist me with lets say knowing certain things about people.


I know that in your short time in the XWF you have been kicking up quite the storm, upsetting a few people along the way.

I will say though Eli James IV, I do agree with some of your beliefs but for the most part I do not and I truly believe that you are not someone that the XWF needs to be sitting upon the throne forcing some of your more radical beliefs upon the people.

I am sure the others in this match will agree with me on this and unfortunate for you I don’t see you getting anywhere near the goals you have set out for yourself on this evening.

One day Eli, it maybe your time but I truly believe you need to reign in some of your thoughts and beliefs before they over power you completely and you end up walking down the same road as so many other where the powers place that ticking clock upon your head in anticipation for your nightmare to arrive.




Nightmare just stops talking and turns to face away from Steve and the cameraman that had been recording the entire interview. Steve turns away to look at the cameraman in confusion as to whom Nightmare is now just staring at a wall. When Steve turns back again he is shocked to see Nightmare has vanished.




Steve what… where did he go?




The cameraman shrugs his shoulders and gestures that he didn’t see anything as he was talking to Steve.






Steve: Were you recording?




The cameraman nods and smiles before Steve quickly ushers him inside of XWF HQ to go through the footage off the tape, especially the last few seconds where Nightmare had vanished.


]]> <![CDATA[Meeting the fans]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4144 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 16:33:28 -0700 Matt Lennox]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4144 Xwf official- good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Matt Lennox is on his way with Jacob Lewis , they will answer any questions you the fans have for the two as part of the fan access tour for XWF Wild Card Weekend. Keep in mind do not go after them or attempt to touch them or you will be escorted out.

You've got another thing coming starts playing as the two men walk into the press conference area. The crowd gives a mixed reaction and Matt raises his title high in the air with the crowd taking a ton of pictures. They sit down at the table and look around the large room.

Matt- damn, there are a lot of people here!

Some of the crowd begins chanting Lennox! Lennox!

Matt- this weekend is my first big match here in XWF, it is an honor to hold a title that has had such history here. I have one message to the losers in the back, this title ain't ever leaving the incredible one. Alright let's get to some questions, you in the gay floral shirt.

Fan 1- Hey Matt, first off this floral shirt isn't gay. It sure as hell isn't as gay as yours and Jacobs relationship behind closed doors.

The crowd pops with laughter and Jacob stands up as Matt notions him to sit back down.

Fan 1- anyways, Matt do you really have what it takes to win this weekend? I mean look, the guys your going against are amazing wrestlers who have a better record than you and...

Matt- alright fuck head! I get the damn picture! You remind me of every other typical wrestling fan mark. Records don't count! So what I haven't won as many matches as I should have. I know I have what it takes to win this weekend. I am going to make sure I walk out of Wild Card Weekend still the Xtreme champion. I saw what John Austin said earlier, he proved something. He proved he can talk out of his ass, he knows nothing. He wants to question me being incredible? He wants to claim that he is better than me? Well at least the guy has some guts you know. I want to let John know something if he is watching this. John, I know you say that this match is going to be like our last match we had. That my friend is impossible! Last time I had two losers bringing me down. This time John I have me and me only! And if you get lucky enough you may run into Jacob my enforcer. I may wait to drag you into the arena for the win, I may toss you around the parking lot some so you won't even be able to walk. Hit you with my bar wire bat, maybe toss you into a car or too. We shall see Johnny boy.

Fan 2- Hey Matt! Huge fan dude! I have complete faith in you this weekend. How do you plan to handle your other opponents?

Matt- thank you for the support sir! My other opponents are a little unknown to me. Crimson Cobra is a little familiar to me since he was the gm last week on madness. Like I said earlier in the week, although I do respect him that doesn't mean I'm not holding back on him. I plan on doing the same thing to him and Steve David's that I'm going to do to John Austin, and that is win! I'm going to do all it takes to take these three men out to hold onto my title. You people can have your doubts in The Incredible One but I guess I can make all the doubters look like assholes when I come out on top still holding my title. I will hit Cobra and David's with my bat too, and I plan on hurting two out of the three guys before they get to the ring so that way I only have to put up with one guy. Jacob will be there, right Jacob?

Jacob- you're god damn right boss. The incredible people always have each others backs.

Matt- next question, you with the glasses.

Fan 3- Matt speaking of the incredible people, when do you guys plan on getting another guy to join you?

Matt- it's funny you ask that question because we have been in talks with two men who are willing to help us out and join the incredible people. Our next member will be revealed on the next Monday Night Madness and who knows what will happen considering I have a big match with Hunter Payne but I don't wanna give too much away. And our other guy he is on a bit of a break but when he comes back you will know.

Fan 4- why do you have to use weapons and Jacob Lewis in order to win?

Matt- alright, first off I don't use them in order to win my matches. And second off I said I will use them if needed. If I am down and it is starting to look bad Jacob has my back in the back area leading to the arena. And the barb wire bat is my last chance after Jacob. I'm only using that if Jacob is down or distracted and something needs to be done. Does that answer your question ass hole? You know what it's fans like you that piss me off. You come to these events just to fuck with the people you wish you could be. I'm out of here.

The two get up from the table leaving people in the crowd booing and yelling.
End scene]]> Xwf official- good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Matt Lennox is on his way with Jacob Lewis , they will answer any questions you the fans have for the two as part of the fan access tour for XWF Wild Card Weekend. Keep in mind do not go after them or attempt to touch them or you will be escorted out.

You've got another thing coming starts playing as the two men walk into the press conference area. The crowd gives a mixed reaction and Matt raises his title high in the air with the crowd taking a ton of pictures. They sit down at the table and look around the large room.

Matt- damn, there are a lot of people here!

Some of the crowd begins chanting Lennox! Lennox!

Matt- this weekend is my first big match here in XWF, it is an honor to hold a title that has had such history here. I have one message to the losers in the back, this title ain't ever leaving the incredible one. Alright let's get to some questions, you in the gay floral shirt.

Fan 1- Hey Matt, first off this floral shirt isn't gay. It sure as hell isn't as gay as yours and Jacobs relationship behind closed doors.

The crowd pops with laughter and Jacob stands up as Matt notions him to sit back down.

Fan 1- anyways, Matt do you really have what it takes to win this weekend? I mean look, the guys your going against are amazing wrestlers who have a better record than you and...

Matt- alright fuck head! I get the damn picture! You remind me of every other typical wrestling fan mark. Records don't count! So what I haven't won as many matches as I should have. I know I have what it takes to win this weekend. I am going to make sure I walk out of Wild Card Weekend still the Xtreme champion. I saw what John Austin said earlier, he proved something. He proved he can talk out of his ass, he knows nothing. He wants to question me being incredible? He wants to claim that he is better than me? Well at least the guy has some guts you know. I want to let John know something if he is watching this. John, I know you say that this match is going to be like our last match we had. That my friend is impossible! Last time I had two losers bringing me down. This time John I have me and me only! And if you get lucky enough you may run into Jacob my enforcer. I may wait to drag you into the arena for the win, I may toss you around the parking lot some so you won't even be able to walk. Hit you with my bar wire bat, maybe toss you into a car or too. We shall see Johnny boy.

Fan 2- Hey Matt! Huge fan dude! I have complete faith in you this weekend. How do you plan to handle your other opponents?

Matt- thank you for the support sir! My other opponents are a little unknown to me. Crimson Cobra is a little familiar to me since he was the gm last week on madness. Like I said earlier in the week, although I do respect him that doesn't mean I'm not holding back on him. I plan on doing the same thing to him and Steve David's that I'm going to do to John Austin, and that is win! I'm going to do all it takes to take these three men out to hold onto my title. You people can have your doubts in The Incredible One but I guess I can make all the doubters look like assholes when I come out on top still holding my title. I will hit Cobra and David's with my bat too, and I plan on hurting two out of the three guys before they get to the ring so that way I only have to put up with one guy. Jacob will be there, right Jacob?

Jacob- you're god damn right boss. The incredible people always have each others backs.

Matt- next question, you with the glasses.

Fan 3- Matt speaking of the incredible people, when do you guys plan on getting another guy to join you?

Matt- it's funny you ask that question because we have been in talks with two men who are willing to help us out and join the incredible people. Our next member will be revealed on the next Monday Night Madness and who knows what will happen considering I have a big match with Hunter Payne but I don't wanna give too much away. And our other guy he is on a bit of a break but when he comes back you will know.

Fan 4- why do you have to use weapons and Jacob Lewis in order to win?

Matt- alright, first off I don't use them in order to win my matches. And second off I said I will use them if needed. If I am down and it is starting to look bad Jacob has my back in the back area leading to the arena. And the barb wire bat is my last chance after Jacob. I'm only using that if Jacob is down or distracted and something needs to be done. Does that answer your question ass hole? You know what it's fans like you that piss me off. You come to these events just to fuck with the people you wish you could be. I'm out of here.

The two get up from the table leaving people in the crowd booing and yelling.
End scene]]> <![CDATA[Yawnage.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4139 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 14:12:16 -0700 Heironeous]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4139
It is friday, one of the best days of the week and very close indeed to the beginning of the wildcard weekend. The XWF logo comes into view as the camera fades in. Steve Sayors seems to be Heironeous' personal interviewer as he is stood there, dressed to the nines in a blue pin strips suit but with a paler blue bow tie. Why I hear you ask? Simple my friends bow ties are cool, the doctor says so, so it must be true. Life fact there for you all.

The man behind the camera gives him a count down, signaling him to begin. Steve's throat seems to be a little hoarse today.

"Dearest XWF fans, with the wildcard weekend hanging over us there is little time for our stars to make their points, feeling heard and to play those last few moments of mind games. Most of them have practically lived in front of the camera this week however my guest today is been rather quiet, perhaps he has been taking a different approach or perhaps showing nerves at this huge moment. Let's find out, please welcome the Natural Twenty Heironeous."

Our 'hero' walks in, for some ungodly reason he has decided to dress like Thor. I know I mean dude, we get it your Norwegian, Thor, linked yes we get it although he does look very good in it. Perhaps him showing his famous heritage all be it mythical allows him to be confident and his own person. They both smile politely and shake hands, he even shakes the hand of the cameraman, another of his unsung heroes.

"Thank you Steve it's always a pleasure to work alongside yourself."
"No please the pleasure is mine, now before we speak about business allow me to ask you about your choice in dress today."

Heiro extends his arms out at a ninety degree angle and turns around slowly. "Yeah I figured this would raise a few eyebrows, a couple of reasons really, firstly is one I will address later, secondary I found a gent down a local pub and we got talking about sports, life and how others see us. Well after he bestowed many a life lesson on me, he challenged me to a game of pool which I lost and as part of that I had to dress like Thor for the day. To be honest with you, I would have thrown the match, I like this outfit and he was a great guy and great guy deserve to have their moment of victory." Heiro drops his arms back to his side and moves his hair away from his face a little, a sly smile escapes his lips as he remembers the activities of the following night.

"Well at least your a man of honour and can respect that agreement. Personally you wouldn't see me in that but then such is life. Now let's get down to business. Wildcard weekend, most of the others are raging at each other. Yelling about their achievements, goals and how they are determined to win. Yet you have been notable by your absence, why is this?"

Heiro nods gently, his lower lip extends a few centimeters. Raising his eyebrows in a naturally inquisitive manner. "Yes Steve, now understand that I am normally a respectful guy, I would sit listen or read everything that my opponents say or do. It's part of my job, however this week has been one of the most painful I have ever had to sit through. If you gave me a choice of having to listen to that drivel or getting a barbie between the legs, hell sign me up for the barbwire." His hands are moving in an exuberant motions, his voice is strong and filled with the burning desire and passion that we have come to expect from our reluctant hero. "There are five other people and they all sound the same. Well down to Eli, you fought hard and earned your spot here, which means it's another tough man to have to face off against. Do you know Steve I actually fell asleep whilst listening to PG's second promo. I sat through Sliding doors without ripping out my own eyes nor falling into a coma but PG managed what I figured was the impossible. Let's not get carried away here Luca wasn't much better I had to switch over and watch some MLB, I felt my testicles shrink whilst trying to put myself in his shoes." Heiro takes a moment and Steve believing he's finished begins to speak.

"Where they really..."
"Sorry to interrupt you Steve but there is a few more things I'd like to say before we move on. There was a line during the last British general election that really stands out here. The now Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg said during their live debates. 'Have you noticed the more these two talk the more they sound the same.' Personally I find that very very apt, it was actually hard to follow what was being said after the first time of seeing it. Imagine this Steve, watching six videos all the same beginning, all the same middle and all the same end. How do you know what's happening? Who has actually said what and to whom? I normally like to quote people but I have to say I'm lost, totally and completely lost in all this. In fact it reminds me of lost. Let's make this comparison here Steve did you ever watch that series?"

Steve nods, of course he did I mean who hasn't seen lost? What idiot would miss one of the biggest series in recent history. (ahem.)

"Well my path has been crossed with PG for nearly a month now and at first it was exciting, learning about new people, what they are capable of and how they truly are. Then you get the second season where you start to dislike and like others, plots seem to become more evident, take point in case John Madison, his attack on PG is very true of a second season twist. Then you have his lackey attacking us as well to introduce a secondary villain who fades away rather rapidly but will surely make another appearance later. Then there is third season, yawn all the same again. Another attack from the original villain the only real twist was the possible joining of two former enemies. Now we are into the fourth season which was as pointless as an anti-male convention. The fourth season will be me building up to facing John Madison. Yes Steve I know I said I had a slim chance of winning but after listening to them go on and on and on... wait I've done this before... anyway I will not subject the XWF fans to having to sit through that.... Crap, yes I said it. Crap is exactly what that was. There will however be a twist just like in Lost. The twist will be the underdog, the small, skinny runt of a wrestler being crowned king.

Now Steve I promised you my first answer to my clothing today. I am far from boring, I am far from lacking in intellect, and creativity to go over the same points again and again and again and... wait why do I always seem to be doing this? Anyway, this battle is old, never ending just the place and the means are now different. What won't be different is that creativity will decide the outcome of this war."

Now it is Steve's turn to interrupt.

"Sorry, are you calling this elimination chamber in the same light as a war?"
"Yes I am. This is a war, a war on fairness, equality and giving the fans exactly what they deserve. Good quality wrestling, not cheap short sightedness. Wars are not won by simply repeat and rinse, Atila the Hun had an empire larger than any other conqueror. The reason for that was he and his people created the bow. The ability to kill the enemy at range before they get close enough to do any real damage was shocking. Now this is me recreating the bow, me speaking here and taking a stand to break the monotony that has dragged the XWF down to petty and cheap self centered behavior. I am the natural Twenty and I will re-roll this place into the business, no not business but the wrestling sports entertaining company the fans really deserve.

Now as for the Chamber itself, I hope and I pray to the light that I get the number I truly want, no it's not six anymore. I want and will happily trade for the number one spot. In fact if management are listening to this I personally request the number one spot. That way I can ensure I break the pathetic hold that all this crap has on the XWF. Now to the men I have to face off against. You are all the same, your names blur into each others. I don't care who starts second or sixth. I don't care if you want to bleed or make me bleed. This is war and I take it seriously where as you lot are acting like school girls arguing over who should take John Madison to the prom."

He signals for the the cameraman to focus on him alone.

"I know you'll all have something to say about me and about this. So feel free, say what you want, shout it from every roof top you can find, but there is one thing you all need to know. I won't be listening, and as much as you can say that doesn't bother you, we all know that would be a lie. This crap stops tomorrow, tomorrow will be the first day of the XWF's freedom."

He shakes both men by the hand and leaves.

"Well folks looks like Heironeous means to set us free, will he achieve his goal? We'll find out tomorrow folks."

The camera fades out.

(Again I'd like to apologize to everyone involved in my match, if I get time I will try and read all your works.)]]>
It is friday, one of the best days of the week and very close indeed to the beginning of the wildcard weekend. The XWF logo comes into view as the camera fades in. Steve Sayors seems to be Heironeous' personal interviewer as he is stood there, dressed to the nines in a blue pin strips suit but with a paler blue bow tie. Why I hear you ask? Simple my friends bow ties are cool, the doctor says so, so it must be true. Life fact there for you all.

The man behind the camera gives him a count down, signaling him to begin. Steve's throat seems to be a little hoarse today.

"Dearest XWF fans, with the wildcard weekend hanging over us there is little time for our stars to make their points, feeling heard and to play those last few moments of mind games. Most of them have practically lived in front of the camera this week however my guest today is been rather quiet, perhaps he has been taking a different approach or perhaps showing nerves at this huge moment. Let's find out, please welcome the Natural Twenty Heironeous."

Our 'hero' walks in, for some ungodly reason he has decided to dress like Thor. I know I mean dude, we get it your Norwegian, Thor, linked yes we get it although he does look very good in it. Perhaps him showing his famous heritage all be it mythical allows him to be confident and his own person. They both smile politely and shake hands, he even shakes the hand of the cameraman, another of his unsung heroes.

"Thank you Steve it's always a pleasure to work alongside yourself."
"No please the pleasure is mine, now before we speak about business allow me to ask you about your choice in dress today."

Heiro extends his arms out at a ninety degree angle and turns around slowly. "Yeah I figured this would raise a few eyebrows, a couple of reasons really, firstly is one I will address later, secondary I found a gent down a local pub and we got talking about sports, life and how others see us. Well after he bestowed many a life lesson on me, he challenged me to a game of pool which I lost and as part of that I had to dress like Thor for the day. To be honest with you, I would have thrown the match, I like this outfit and he was a great guy and great guy deserve to have their moment of victory." Heiro drops his arms back to his side and moves his hair away from his face a little, a sly smile escapes his lips as he remembers the activities of the following night.

"Well at least your a man of honour and can respect that agreement. Personally you wouldn't see me in that but then such is life. Now let's get down to business. Wildcard weekend, most of the others are raging at each other. Yelling about their achievements, goals and how they are determined to win. Yet you have been notable by your absence, why is this?"

Heiro nods gently, his lower lip extends a few centimeters. Raising his eyebrows in a naturally inquisitive manner. "Yes Steve, now understand that I am normally a respectful guy, I would sit listen or read everything that my opponents say or do. It's part of my job, however this week has been one of the most painful I have ever had to sit through. If you gave me a choice of having to listen to that drivel or getting a barbie between the legs, hell sign me up for the barbwire." His hands are moving in an exuberant motions, his voice is strong and filled with the burning desire and passion that we have come to expect from our reluctant hero. "There are five other people and they all sound the same. Well down to Eli, you fought hard and earned your spot here, which means it's another tough man to have to face off against. Do you know Steve I actually fell asleep whilst listening to PG's second promo. I sat through Sliding doors without ripping out my own eyes nor falling into a coma but PG managed what I figured was the impossible. Let's not get carried away here Luca wasn't much better I had to switch over and watch some MLB, I felt my testicles shrink whilst trying to put myself in his shoes." Heiro takes a moment and Steve believing he's finished begins to speak.

"Where they really..."
"Sorry to interrupt you Steve but there is a few more things I'd like to say before we move on. There was a line during the last British general election that really stands out here. The now Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg said during their live debates. 'Have you noticed the more these two talk the more they sound the same.' Personally I find that very very apt, it was actually hard to follow what was being said after the first time of seeing it. Imagine this Steve, watching six videos all the same beginning, all the same middle and all the same end. How do you know what's happening? Who has actually said what and to whom? I normally like to quote people but I have to say I'm lost, totally and completely lost in all this. In fact it reminds me of lost. Let's make this comparison here Steve did you ever watch that series?"

Steve nods, of course he did I mean who hasn't seen lost? What idiot would miss one of the biggest series in recent history. (ahem.)

"Well my path has been crossed with PG for nearly a month now and at first it was exciting, learning about new people, what they are capable of and how they truly are. Then you get the second season where you start to dislike and like others, plots seem to become more evident, take point in case John Madison, his attack on PG is very true of a second season twist. Then you have his lackey attacking us as well to introduce a secondary villain who fades away rather rapidly but will surely make another appearance later. Then there is third season, yawn all the same again. Another attack from the original villain the only real twist was the possible joining of two former enemies. Now we are into the fourth season which was as pointless as an anti-male convention. The fourth season will be me building up to facing John Madison. Yes Steve I know I said I had a slim chance of winning but after listening to them go on and on and on... wait I've done this before... anyway I will not subject the XWF fans to having to sit through that.... Crap, yes I said it. Crap is exactly what that was. There will however be a twist just like in Lost. The twist will be the underdog, the small, skinny runt of a wrestler being crowned king.

Now Steve I promised you my first answer to my clothing today. I am far from boring, I am far from lacking in intellect, and creativity to go over the same points again and again and again and... wait why do I always seem to be doing this? Anyway, this battle is old, never ending just the place and the means are now different. What won't be different is that creativity will decide the outcome of this war."

Now it is Steve's turn to interrupt.

"Sorry, are you calling this elimination chamber in the same light as a war?"
"Yes I am. This is a war, a war on fairness, equality and giving the fans exactly what they deserve. Good quality wrestling, not cheap short sightedness. Wars are not won by simply repeat and rinse, Atila the Hun had an empire larger than any other conqueror. The reason for that was he and his people created the bow. The ability to kill the enemy at range before they get close enough to do any real damage was shocking. Now this is me recreating the bow, me speaking here and taking a stand to break the monotony that has dragged the XWF down to petty and cheap self centered behavior. I am the natural Twenty and I will re-roll this place into the business, no not business but the wrestling sports entertaining company the fans really deserve.

Now as for the Chamber itself, I hope and I pray to the light that I get the number I truly want, no it's not six anymore. I want and will happily trade for the number one spot. In fact if management are listening to this I personally request the number one spot. That way I can ensure I break the pathetic hold that all this crap has on the XWF. Now to the men I have to face off against. You are all the same, your names blur into each others. I don't care who starts second or sixth. I don't care if you want to bleed or make me bleed. This is war and I take it seriously where as you lot are acting like school girls arguing over who should take John Madison to the prom."

He signals for the the cameraman to focus on him alone.

"I know you'll all have something to say about me and about this. So feel free, say what you want, shout it from every roof top you can find, but there is one thing you all need to know. I won't be listening, and as much as you can say that doesn't bother you, we all know that would be a lie. This crap stops tomorrow, tomorrow will be the first day of the XWF's freedom."

He shakes both men by the hand and leaves.

"Well folks looks like Heironeous means to set us free, will he achieve his goal? We'll find out tomorrow folks."

The camera fades out.

(Again I'd like to apologize to everyone involved in my match, if I get time I will try and read all your works.)]]> <![CDATA[Pursuing the brother]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4135 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 11:52:47 -0700 Crimson Cobra]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4135
“Antonio Rogerio Nogueria A.K.A. little nog A.K.A. Number 1 on my most wanted list! (Besides KnightMask of course! Love you maskie!) That is the formal way to start something out right? Introduce the villain then the hero… If that is what you want to call me. Here I’ll let the big guy in charger explain who I am, I mean I haven’t been in the business for a few weeks now other than hosting Madness!”


We are following one half of the XWF tag team champion, one half of the Crimson Knights, Crimson Cobra is a man who overcame the odds with his partner and took down one of the biggest players in the tag team division!

“And yes he does mean ONE Mystery carried that team and we all know it!”

Crimson Cobra was able to take out Mister Mystery in the triple threat tag team match at the previous pay per view High Stakes and he helped his team to victory and ultimately the tag team gold. In recent matches Cobra has been overcome by the forces of Nightmare as well as Luca Arzegotti. Thus making him snap mentally after having such a big ego he now believes that he is a character in some sort of alternate reality. After the verbal beat down from Luca Cobra was left shattered and thinking not only outside of the box but outside of the universe!

“Haha, universe? You mean this fake world that you people put me in?! What is the universe? What is th-“

Cobra was last hunting down a man by the name of Antonio Nogueria, not much has changed other than that man is deceased.

“Wait a minute! Did you just fCENSOREDing cut me off?! I’ll show you who cuts who-“

The situation Cobra finds himself in now is quite similar, the target looks just as the other did, the name is exactly the same… So how could the results be any different?

“Wait… No I wasn’t done talking to them! Not one of these things where you skip time! NOOOO! WAIT I HAVE VITAL INFORMA-“

6/25/13
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil


(Wait… Brazil? The fCENSORED am I doing in Brazil?)

Crimson Cobra is sporting his newly acquired attire. The old black suit was a little too hot for his taste, (Guess John Austin was right about this thing…) this new suit has been designed specifically for air intake and release. The suit has been padded with special bulletproof armor making Deadpool… oh wait I mean Crimson Cobra feel like Batman. Maybe everyone referring to me as a masked superhero like Deadpool finally got to my head. The new sleek look also gives Crimson Cobra the desired shape he had been wanting from the first suit.

Crimson Cobra was thinking ahead when the bullet proof additions came in, knowing Brazil, or at least the part he was going to be in had gone to shit he was going to prepare for the worst. Although MMA champions had been bread from the area it was still the host to some major crimes and murders. Not only was Cobra ready but he was ahead of the game hiding his pistol in a secret area of his armor that only comes out when commanded to by Crimson’s voice.

”Here we go, let’s go find Antonio’s brother…. Antonio. Damn poor kid’s parents must not have been able to afford more than one name!”

The dirty streets are littered with old trash making the neighborhood only look worse than it really is. Crimson doesn’t mind though having to face some really dirty, discussing opponents in his upcoming match he finds this as a test, maybe if he doesn’t puke here he won’t throw up from the horrid wrestling ability’s or just the outright discussing looks of his opponents.

”At least I cover my burnt flesh, some of these idiots who say that I am the only man in this match that they respect so do a background check before telling me to take off the suit that is keeping me alive after being in a god damned car explosion!

You want to punch me in that face, that’s good and find but don’t be the absolute fCENSOREDing tard telling me to remove my life support. On to what really matters here…

Antonioooooo come out and play-ay!”

Crimson Cobra reaches back to grab one of his swords and just at that instant something on the back of his armor seems to transform and his katana is in reach of his hand almost as if it had come to him. Crimson begins to walk towards the same address that he has down on a piece of paper he just placed into his pocket. Crimson reaches the door and pushes it open, it creeks as the black abyss of a home becomes open to Crimson Cobra...]]>
“Antonio Rogerio Nogueria A.K.A. little nog A.K.A. Number 1 on my most wanted list! (Besides KnightMask of course! Love you maskie!) That is the formal way to start something out right? Introduce the villain then the hero… If that is what you want to call me. Here I’ll let the big guy in charger explain who I am, I mean I haven’t been in the business for a few weeks now other than hosting Madness!”


We are following one half of the XWF tag team champion, one half of the Crimson Knights, Crimson Cobra is a man who overcame the odds with his partner and took down one of the biggest players in the tag team division!

“And yes he does mean ONE Mystery carried that team and we all know it!”

Crimson Cobra was able to take out Mister Mystery in the triple threat tag team match at the previous pay per view High Stakes and he helped his team to victory and ultimately the tag team gold. In recent matches Cobra has been overcome by the forces of Nightmare as well as Luca Arzegotti. Thus making him snap mentally after having such a big ego he now believes that he is a character in some sort of alternate reality. After the verbal beat down from Luca Cobra was left shattered and thinking not only outside of the box but outside of the universe!

“Haha, universe? You mean this fake world that you people put me in?! What is the universe? What is th-“

Cobra was last hunting down a man by the name of Antonio Nogueria, not much has changed other than that man is deceased.

“Wait a minute! Did you just fCENSOREDing cut me off?! I’ll show you who cuts who-“

The situation Cobra finds himself in now is quite similar, the target looks just as the other did, the name is exactly the same… So how could the results be any different?

“Wait… No I wasn’t done talking to them! Not one of these things where you skip time! NOOOO! WAIT I HAVE VITAL INFORMA-“

6/25/13
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil


(Wait… Brazil? The fCENSORED am I doing in Brazil?)

Crimson Cobra is sporting his newly acquired attire. The old black suit was a little too hot for his taste, (Guess John Austin was right about this thing…) this new suit has been designed specifically for air intake and release. The suit has been padded with special bulletproof armor making Deadpool… oh wait I mean Crimson Cobra feel like Batman. Maybe everyone referring to me as a masked superhero like Deadpool finally got to my head. The new sleek look also gives Crimson Cobra the desired shape he had been wanting from the first suit.

Crimson Cobra was thinking ahead when the bullet proof additions came in, knowing Brazil, or at least the part he was going to be in had gone to shit he was going to prepare for the worst. Although MMA champions had been bread from the area it was still the host to some major crimes and murders. Not only was Cobra ready but he was ahead of the game hiding his pistol in a secret area of his armor that only comes out when commanded to by Crimson’s voice.

”Here we go, let’s go find Antonio’s brother…. Antonio. Damn poor kid’s parents must not have been able to afford more than one name!”

The dirty streets are littered with old trash making the neighborhood only look worse than it really is. Crimson doesn’t mind though having to face some really dirty, discussing opponents in his upcoming match he finds this as a test, maybe if he doesn’t puke here he won’t throw up from the horrid wrestling ability’s or just the outright discussing looks of his opponents.

”At least I cover my burnt flesh, some of these idiots who say that I am the only man in this match that they respect so do a background check before telling me to take off the suit that is keeping me alive after being in a god damned car explosion!

You want to punch me in that face, that’s good and find but don’t be the absolute fCENSOREDing tard telling me to remove my life support. On to what really matters here…

Antonioooooo come out and play-ay!”

Crimson Cobra reaches back to grab one of his swords and just at that instant something on the back of his armor seems to transform and his katana is in reach of his hand almost as if it had come to him. Crimson begins to walk towards the same address that he has down on a piece of paper he just placed into his pocket. Crimson reaches the door and pushes it open, it creeks as the black abyss of a home becomes open to Crimson Cobra...]]> <![CDATA[X-Treme Title RP4]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4132 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 11:18:19 -0700 John Austin]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4132 >> Who's X-treme Champ?

It is a day before the Wild Card pay per view. We find John Austin at his home in Virginia Beach. It is around one thirty seven in the afternoon and the weather outside is quite pleasant. John is laying out back on the patio, working on his tan.

Welcome to my home everyone

We see John shirtless, laying on a Wal-Mart brand lounge chair. The gold chain around his neck starts to glisten in the sun.

You know, I was sitting at the house yesterday and my cell phone started to buzz. I pick it up and it's a text from one of the boys saying that Dean Moxley backed out of our match tomorrow and not only that but Matt Lennox is now the new X-treme champ...*bursts out into laughter*

John tries to take a sip out of drink that is laying in the sand but he is still laughing as hard.

When I got this text, I thought it was a April fools joke but when I found out this was true, I just had to shake my head. Seriously Dean? you're so scared to face me that you have to back out and place someone in this match who doesn't even deserve to be in it? Great way to save face Dean but next time we meet up, I promise you that you will have no-where to run and no -where to hide child molester.

John picks up the drink and takes a few sips. He grabs the sun block and starts to rub some over his chest.

Now you got one day to hold onto this title Matt. Come tomorrow, if you are still champ, this match will be the biggest of your entire career. You may have had some battles against Scott Charlotte and other people whose names don't even matter but tomorrow this is your grand match. You have to thank your lucky stars Matt that you are going against some of the greatest stars in XWF. You remember our debut match, it's going to be the same nightmare for you my friend. You call yourself the incredible one but yet there is nothing incredible about you. After tomorrow, no one will remember the name Matt Lennox, I promise you.

John adjusts his black shades. He clears his throat and leans further back in the chair.

Steve Davids I caught your recent promo. You want to call me names and say that I am this incompetent fool. Realize this Steve Davids, the voices in your head, the buddies from the asylum you always speak of will not help you. The dark lord, that phony man in the sky, no-one will help you tomorrow. I may have defeated men in this company that don't matter but they where just like you. They talked the big game and then they faced me in the ring...the end result, they lost and tomorrow, you will suffer defeat just like they did. Your size doesn't scare me, that crazy strength you have doesn't scare me and the fact your in this match is luck in your favor. Like I have told everyone I have faced, get on your knees and thank the stars you wrestled in the ring with the best.

John takes a short pause.

Crimson Cobra has been proving my point that he is a very mysterious man. You have yet to say anything about our battle tomorrow Cobra. When the change for a better XWF takes place, I promise to help you Cobra. I will help you step out of the shadows and show your inner self. No-more wearing the GI Joe Halloween costume, no more mysterious promos, you will be the real Crimson Cobra. This is the first time we will face each other and I consider you to be the top dog in this match. SAY WHAT? Yes, I consider you to be the top guy in this match, not me. When I defeat you tomorrow, this will be my greatest victory in this company. The better XWF is on the horizon and Cobra, you're going to help me jump start it.

John gets up from his chair and stretches. He walks over to the cooler he has near the sliding glass door leading back into the house. He pulls out a Natural Light and opens it up. He starts to drink the beer as he heads back to his chair. He sits down and is now looking into the camera.

Whoever is the champ by tomorrow, your title reign is over. I am going to be the greatest XWF X-treme Champion in the history of this company. No more of these fluke champions. No more of guys backing out of high profile matches. I am going to make the X-treme title mean more than being the King of XWF. You can have that shitty crown but me, I rather have that gold around my waist. I have been speaking of the change for a better XWF and oh my, heed my words everyone. The change is coming. No more child molesters being the face of the company or wannabe ninjas, this change is going to be the best thing that has happened for XWF.

John takes a short pause

Steve Davids, Crimson Cobra and now you Matt Lennox or whoever is champ by tomorrow; this match is going to either make your career or end your career. For me, when my hand is raised in victory and the gold is strapped around my waist, I will be on to bigger and better things. Everyone has looked down on me and called me a flash in the pan or the guy who only beats jobbers. You can say what you want, call me all the childish names you can think of but when you see me with the gold around my waist...you will have to call me champ. Not because the gold is around my waist but because it is the right thing to do.

John takes a short pause

The time for talk is over. You three are going to face the greatest wrestler in the world and you three will have to face the fact just like everyone in the world that I am going to be the next X-treme World Champion.

The scene fades out into the sunset.]]> >> Who's X-treme Champ?

It is a day before the Wild Card pay per view. We find John Austin at his home in Virginia Beach. It is around one thirty seven in the afternoon and the weather outside is quite pleasant. John is laying out back on the patio, working on his tan.

Welcome to my home everyone

We see John shirtless, laying on a Wal-Mart brand lounge chair. The gold chain around his neck starts to glisten in the sun.

You know, I was sitting at the house yesterday and my cell phone started to buzz. I pick it up and it's a text from one of the boys saying that Dean Moxley backed out of our match tomorrow and not only that but Matt Lennox is now the new X-treme champ...*bursts out into laughter*

John tries to take a sip out of drink that is laying in the sand but he is still laughing as hard.

When I got this text, I thought it was a April fools joke but when I found out this was true, I just had to shake my head. Seriously Dean? you're so scared to face me that you have to back out and place someone in this match who doesn't even deserve to be in it? Great way to save face Dean but next time we meet up, I promise you that you will have no-where to run and no -where to hide child molester.

John picks up the drink and takes a few sips. He grabs the sun block and starts to rub some over his chest.

Now you got one day to hold onto this title Matt. Come tomorrow, if you are still champ, this match will be the biggest of your entire career. You may have had some battles against Scott Charlotte and other people whose names don't even matter but tomorrow this is your grand match. You have to thank your lucky stars Matt that you are going against some of the greatest stars in XWF. You remember our debut match, it's going to be the same nightmare for you my friend. You call yourself the incredible one but yet there is nothing incredible about you. After tomorrow, no one will remember the name Matt Lennox, I promise you.

John adjusts his black shades. He clears his throat and leans further back in the chair.

Steve Davids I caught your recent promo. You want to call me names and say that I am this incompetent fool. Realize this Steve Davids, the voices in your head, the buddies from the asylum you always speak of will not help you. The dark lord, that phony man in the sky, no-one will help you tomorrow. I may have defeated men in this company that don't matter but they where just like you. They talked the big game and then they faced me in the ring...the end result, they lost and tomorrow, you will suffer defeat just like they did. Your size doesn't scare me, that crazy strength you have doesn't scare me and the fact your in this match is luck in your favor. Like I have told everyone I have faced, get on your knees and thank the stars you wrestled in the ring with the best.

John takes a short pause.

Crimson Cobra has been proving my point that he is a very mysterious man. You have yet to say anything about our battle tomorrow Cobra. When the change for a better XWF takes place, I promise to help you Cobra. I will help you step out of the shadows and show your inner self. No-more wearing the GI Joe Halloween costume, no more mysterious promos, you will be the real Crimson Cobra. This is the first time we will face each other and I consider you to be the top dog in this match. SAY WHAT? Yes, I consider you to be the top guy in this match, not me. When I defeat you tomorrow, this will be my greatest victory in this company. The better XWF is on the horizon and Cobra, you're going to help me jump start it.

John gets up from his chair and stretches. He walks over to the cooler he has near the sliding glass door leading back into the house. He pulls out a Natural Light and opens it up. He starts to drink the beer as he heads back to his chair. He sits down and is now looking into the camera.

Whoever is the champ by tomorrow, your title reign is over. I am going to be the greatest XWF X-treme Champion in the history of this company. No more of these fluke champions. No more of guys backing out of high profile matches. I am going to make the X-treme title mean more than being the King of XWF. You can have that shitty crown but me, I rather have that gold around my waist. I have been speaking of the change for a better XWF and oh my, heed my words everyone. The change is coming. No more child molesters being the face of the company or wannabe ninjas, this change is going to be the best thing that has happened for XWF.

John takes a short pause

Steve Davids, Crimson Cobra and now you Matt Lennox or whoever is champ by tomorrow; this match is going to either make your career or end your career. For me, when my hand is raised in victory and the gold is strapped around my waist, I will be on to bigger and better things. Everyone has looked down on me and called me a flash in the pan or the guy who only beats jobbers. You can say what you want, call me all the childish names you can think of but when you see me with the gold around my waist...you will have to call me champ. Not because the gold is around my waist but because it is the right thing to do.

John takes a short pause

The time for talk is over. You three are going to face the greatest wrestler in the world and you three will have to face the fact just like everyone in the world that I am going to be the next X-treme World Champion.

The scene fades out into the sunset.]]> <![CDATA[No More Words (RP5)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4129 Fri, 28 Jun 2013 08:56:12 -0700 Andrew Morrison]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4129 (camera feed on)

(we are in an empty Madness arena and we see Morrison in trademark black hoodie and jeans sitting in the ring on top of the turnbuckle)

Hello, Hunter..
A lot of things have been done and have been said between the two of us and…others..but none of that will truly matter come Saturday at Wild Card Weekend..

Because you see this business, at the end of the day, isn’t about who can talk the most trash, or who can use the most catchphrases..at the end of the day, Saturday night, it will be you. It will be me. And we will be in that ring to wrestle. To fight. To beat the living hell out of each other and show the world who the better man is on that night..

I’m not coming to open presents..I’m not coming to stand in that ring and trade words with you. I come to trade fists..and I come to win the match. Im not coming to shake hands or make friends with the crowd..I come to pin you in the middle of that ring or make you tap.

One of us will walk out the winner and one the loser. I will tell you right now, that will not be me. You will have to beat me within an inch of my breath if you think your keeping me down for a three-count, and you will have to rip my limb off if you want to even think I’ll tap. Im not going to stop until I plant you in the middle of that ring and finish this.

No more words will come from these lips, Hunter.. I am coming to fight, I suggest you do the same.

(camera feed off)]]> (camera feed on)

(we are in an empty Madness arena and we see Morrison in trademark black hoodie and jeans sitting in the ring on top of the turnbuckle)

Hello, Hunter..
A lot of things have been done and have been said between the two of us and…others..but none of that will truly matter come Saturday at Wild Card Weekend..

Because you see this business, at the end of the day, isn’t about who can talk the most trash, or who can use the most catchphrases..at the end of the day, Saturday night, it will be you. It will be me. And we will be in that ring to wrestle. To fight. To beat the living hell out of each other and show the world who the better man is on that night..

I’m not coming to open presents..I’m not coming to stand in that ring and trade words with you. I come to trade fists..and I come to win the match. Im not coming to shake hands or make friends with the crowd..I come to pin you in the middle of that ring or make you tap.

One of us will walk out the winner and one the loser. I will tell you right now, that will not be me. You will have to beat me within an inch of my breath if you think your keeping me down for a three-count, and you will have to rip my limb off if you want to even think I’ll tap. Im not going to stop until I plant you in the middle of that ring and finish this.

No more words will come from these lips, Hunter.. I am coming to fight, I suggest you do the same.

(camera feed off)]]>