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<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Leap of Faith (July 13th) PPV RP Archive]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Sat, 04 Apr 2026 10:43:18 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Neonero in: Terrestrial Trash Talk]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4602 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 11:55:42 -0700 Neonero]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4602 [Image: act1copy.png]

Terrestrial Trash
Satty, once so true...

Crush me, kill me, send me to the eye of the storm.
Let Hades cast me into the river,
Let your demons caress my skin and pierce it still,
With red hot pokers, skewers and chains,
And hot oil that peels and scalds my skin.
Let the acid burn my eyes, and the stroke of the succubi reveal them still.
Let the rancour of every foe and detractor wash over me and make me raw.
Let maggots feast on my flesh while ravens cry nevermore.
Break my back, don't let me crawl.
Do these things and hunger more.
Only then attainment scored;
Only now redemption bored.
You are fire, you are coal,
You are mine to puppet control.
Thecluesareallthere
- The writings of Cyn Jan Young

You know, Satty.

We enter the scene; Nero leaning back in his reclining chair, his right leg characteristically draped over his left knee. Before him a pine desk, atop it a packet of Maltesers and nought more. Behind him the bust of the Emperor Nero gazes timelessly, insanity in a gaze encompassed. Nero's mask still adorned, in fact, it appears tighter than usual, as if it is not meant for removal. It's always been a characteristic that 'on' means inane, 'off' means business time. Perhaps Nero, in his quest for self enlightenment, has realised that the mask is his true oeuvre.

I gotta say, holy shit. You’re rolling out promotional videos like a whore popping out bambinos. Worried? I mean I just listened to your most recent promotional material...I was expecting some extra-sensory, sublime, Earth-shattering out of body experience from the stars. And I will be honest, while I was scratching my head most the while, it wasn’t from any cosmic brilliance.

Nero makes a pouty face. He had legitimately expected something special and feels short changed.

For instance, where you referenced a recent trip to GameGenie’s house I had as ‘promotional material’...did you bug poor GameGenie’s house? Dubbing a voiceover...then calling that voiceover my voiceover...then retorting to that voiceover...now that was original. See, you mither about me being original – in other words you call me unoriginal – the English invented sarcasm so don’t think that flew over my head - and yet, as we will see, you are anything but original, or interesting, or at terms with historical accuracy despite your ‘long voyage to exist amongst us’. From your bizarre riff about the myth of the Face in the moon being the creation of the Mighty Boosh, to your dry wit exposition regarding the fact that I have two nationalities, as if I had ever hid the fact.

Nero takes a look around himself, scratching his chin.

Oh! I just realised, you do that old, totally original, ‘promo in the dark’ routine, when you actually have something to say. Is that because your words are so topped with shite that even you can’t stand the sight when you watch the footage back? Is it just provincial sloppiness? Or is it that you blew your production budget on those ridiculous ‘real life snippets’ you espouse and the cameraman fucked off big style when he realised there was no tip coming his way? Whatever the case, I grew tired of that faster than you will grow tired of this trash talk exchange, difference being I tire from boredom, and you will tire from anal rape. But let’s move on from your poor attempt at Earthly trash talk, perhaps you just haven’t learnt how to do it properly yet.

Nero readjusts his mask, so that his eyes are slightly more visible beneath the eye holes, and bright cyan eyes now burn their hue into the camera.

That was an interesting set I saw in your ‘Hitler’ promo – say nothing for the Anime promo, Christ knows what that was about. I have always wondered whether your promotional videos were perhaps real or not, and there was my answer. You see, your choice of venue was poorly chosen. You took a famous photo of dead bodies piled to the sky, and without thought for references, you produced that amazingly elaborate set so you could re-enact your favourite film 'Inglorious basterds'. Unfortunately, the famous photo you used to such devastating effect was actually taken at Bergen-Belsen, by the British military, at the end of the war, and shows the bodies of Typhus victims. Not exterminated Jews. A girl by the name of Anne Frank died of typhus at this very camp. By basely taking a famously misconceived photo and using it as a sympathy device, you shot yourself in the foot royally, my Sattyboo.

Nero chuckles to himself waving his hand at the camera.

I know, I know. Hitler also died in a bunker in Berlin, which is a different place entirely, where he was exiled and bravely remaining despite having the chance to flee. But why let facts get in the way of a good story, right Satty? He took the 'Captain goes down with his ship' approach. Some say that was insanity, but who knows. I’d say it takes some balls to stay in a city being overrun with Russian soldiers who’ve witnessed their friends and relatives shot down at your very order. At any rate, he shot himself. But these are different details, because it could also be said that 'a starborn time travelling emo girl's wet dream took it upon himself to morally judge a human war and the CIA covered it up.’ But you'd be a fool! The CIA was formed in 1947. Oh my, isn’t it easy to be a revisionist without checking facts first? Still, a very moving action scene, Sat-Norris. I wonder if, on some astral plane, Hitler’s other testicle and your other arm are chuckling away at your ineptitude and sharing fucked up embraces? Perhaps, now that I have imagined it, they really are. Reality is such.

We are looking at the room at an odd angle, the camera tilted maybe 30 degrees; enough to disconcert the eye, not enough to force a head tilt to understand the scene. Nero seems aware of this and occasionally tilts his head to accentuate the odd angle.

Satty, have you ever contemplated life? Not to underestimate you; I suppose an starfucker like yourself has to have contemplated life when you crossed such a distance. Speaking of which, I have serious reservations about that claim. What I truly see in you when you are referred to as an alien is just a foreigner. This great distance you crossed was just the border beneath Mexico right? Funny place that. There's a bridge that you have to pay to cross through, and deal with visas and shite. Or you can just swim across the river. They just don't give a shit. Anyway, Satty, I'm a foreigner too. It's okay. We are both aliens up in hurr. We should be compadres not foes, well if you ascribe to Satoshi Daiki logic. Which I don't.

Nero chuckles.

Oh, you don't remember him? That's because I broke his fucking back with the Torching of Rome...twice. He wont be back, Satty. And he's not the only one. See, when Nero crosses paths with guys, they tend to disappear. Whether its broken backs, broken egos or what, it's irrelevant. I've single handedly driven out, what, 4, 5 guys this year? I'm even happy to take credit for Jeff Hardy fucking off. I beat him on PPV, he stuck around a few weeks, but after that? Gone. Last week I disappeared Mark Flynn. Oh, you don't know? Mark Flynn aint going to be seen for quite a while. Reason? Ne-o-ner-o. Flynn and I have some history; and when I spoke of Apoptosis, Flynn knew the game was up. You don’t want to know what happened backstage after that episode of Warfare. Let's just say it didn't involve violence, sodomy or otherwise, but it wasn't nice. And we wont be seeing Mr. Flynn for some time. The reason I mention Flynn?

Nero shuffles his arse, his left cheek was going slightly numb. What? You gettin all dem details today.

Flynn was the guy who first held your trinket. Flynn, being a gold whore, really coveted that shit. Of course, he lost it, and straight after that loss he went on a losing streak that would make Manchester City proud. You wanna put it down straight? I lost that match too. I might have left of my own accord, but those records will have a little 'L' next to my name. And this is where me and Mark Flynn diverge. A loss for Flynn is embarrassment embodied, and he will either fuck the fuck fuck fuckeddy off, or he will stick around with his arse in the air and let roster members take turns. Me?

Nero stares into the camera now. He's not even trying to be threatening or deep. He's just looking.

I just don't give a damn. I've said this since day one. I do winning. I do losing. That end result is not what I seek. And yes, look at it with irony, because my attitude is completely alien to your ass. For someone supposedly on a higher level of evolution, your idée fixe with your pride belies an immature entity. Remember that movie, Predator? The Predators were basically warriors, searching the universe for the biggest mortal combat they could find. The toughest challenge. Their only code? Honour. When a Predator lost a fight, he would blow his own ass up. Just like the samurai. Seppuku. You could learn something from those cunts.

Nero swaps legs and relieves the pressure from his right arse cheek, feeling slowly returning to it as the opposite cheek sinks further into the chair with his weight.

See, I don't give a fuck. My pride doesn't operate on the same level yours does. Oh, Nero has spells away? True dat. New Year, after winning the European title, some bs with Paul Heyman went down and I had to...disappear a while. Where I went is my business, but this absence was unrelated to winning or losing. And the second absence was after Paul Heyman swindled the European title off me. Frankly, my reason for disappearing at that point was simple; boredom. Going in circles with Heyman was becoming tiresome. I had unlimited access to the man; it was too fucking easy. I tired of the show, I tired of him, I tired of that title. See, I know the best way to come and go. And Satty, the possibility lies before us, that you may beat me and regain your trinket.

Nero sniffs, disinterest clouding his eyes.

And I say this not to save face, as you perhaps would. Believe me when I tell you Satty, I have every intention of crushing you. But I am a realist, everything is possible in this universe. And if you were to beat me, that universe would go on. My universe would not cease to exist just because my shoulders spent three seconds on a canvas mat. My consciousness long ago transcended such trivial pursuits. So, you may wonder why Nero is here at all.

A smirk.

Because I fucking love it. This is me. I enjoy this. Last year, I even hosted my own show. Nero's Games. In the stadium home to the English Premier League champions, the mighty Manchester United. I presided over one of the XWF's most deliberately undermined and underrated shows. Yan Yungsung had a throw down brawl with a man who you may remember, I’ll simply refer to him as ‘the Bouse’. He was a tough motherfucker and those two put on a classic. And the main event was witness to one of the XWF's biggest moments, the moment the 'mighty ego trip' was finally felled by Mark Flynn, effectively ending a run of dominance that had overrun XWF for the better part of a year. A HUGE moment in the XWF. Jaymz Dante hit one of the XWF's craziest ever moves, sending two men through a Pyramid of Hell from mid air. That shit is still in the prime position in the XWF highlight reels. Again, a HUGE moment in XWF history.

Nero chuckles now, his hand caressing his mask as if he could feel it beneath.

But of course, I am un-credited. It happened on Nero's show, so who cares? Nero does not care. Because these things exist extraneous to any outside 'promotion'. The whole politics, who's sleeping with who, nepotism rules the day bullshit? The last word sums it up. I don’t go in for the bullshit corporate world, nor the pride world, and why? Because it is the height of inane. And Nero does not do inane. For me, the accolades are nice, but it's about those highlight reel moments, that shit you will be talking about with your friends long after you remember who held what trinket at the time it happened. THAT is what I am here for. Not the letter W in some musty old book in a hundred years time. Of course, an exceptional title win is also highlight material. So who knows in what form it will come, but rest assured, my solar chum, a highlight reel moment is coming this Saturday, and it's going to be branded 'Nero'..

Grin.

So you see, I'm a man with nothing to lose. You see the list of names so far crossed off the GG NORE tour. There's a reason I don't promote that anymore. And I just described it for you. Memories. Highlight reels. Undeniable facts. Fucking fun. Making tossers hit the bricks. Are you getting it? Can you compute this in your higher plane brain? Did you like that rhyme? Does it bother you that I speak to you so trivially? Are you going to waggle your finger at me and tell me I should be taking you seriously, you're going to kick my ass, I'm going to regret underestimating you?

Nero leans forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees.

If so, you're more of a dolt than that Eli James IXLVIIth. That prick running around with his head in the air thinking he's achieved something great having a W over Nero and Flynn. Of course, everything looks good on paper, doesn't it? That clueless waste of air actually believes he achieved something. He's ignorant to Mark Flynn's demise. He didn't even pick up on how half-arsed my promos were. I had some temp in the XWF backrooms record the most ridiculous improv shit he could think of, dubbed it all deep and scary. That sick freak John Black hasn't stopped calling me since. My celly be blowing up. Messages from him asking if I will call him when he goes to bed so that my 'chocolate voice' can serenade him into the land of nod. He doesn't even realise what kind of exercise that was. His preoccupation with deep voices is interesting though. Maybe we should book him a trip to Bangkok. All the chicks there got that vibrato thing going on. What do you think, Satty?

Nero scoffs.

Oh, you're right. What a tangent. Please excuse my whimsy. The point I was coming to was that you're completely ignorant if you think I am not taking you seriously. Unlike trivial chaff like Elias, you are a real star here. And I say 'star' with no hint of irony. See, Satty, I am fully aware that you want to - and are capable of - battering me left right and center. I wish our match had been given some kind of fun stipulation, don't you? A straight match seems a waste of such an intriguing clash.

Nero sits back again, calm.

By the way, that girl you keep hanging around with - you know, the one with the saggy potatoes. Why does she have such a poor taste in clothing? I mean really. Did you find her rooting in the bins at Walmart?

Nero dismisses his words.

Ahh ignore me. That was Eli level trash talk. Purely an ironic device. Although you do need to watch her close, I was walking backstage recently and caught her tucked in a room alone, peeking through the door, what did I see? A Peter Gilmour promo! I'll be damned if she wasn't fiddling herself blind. For real. Get your time machine out and relive that shit.

A deep nasal inhalation; Nero sucks in all of his words

Homosexual potato orgy.

Yeah, we have no idea either.

아름답다. I should make a list of all the guys I have driven out. JP Corino. Mark Flynn. Satoshi Daiki. Bane Williams. Jeff Hardy. It's such whimsical fun. I enjoy ruining careers. What's it like, facing someone who can't be polluted? Someone whose psychology you can never truly comprehend? I'd love to know, because I am so used to cookie cutter alpha male bullshit like you churn around that I've really forgotten what a real challenge looks like. You could say Flynn was that challenge once; he beat me once, I beat him once, we teamed eleventymillion times. But with every encounter I encouraged more and more decay on his fragile mind. You remember the trash talking, unpredictable bone snapping maniac. I remember the fragile ego. In a sick kind of way, I miss having him around to torture.

Nero's face was sullen for a moment there, but in a flash he's lightened up, smiling like someone just brought him a chicken dhansak with beer on the side.

Satty, do you think I should create some elaborate metaphor about black holes and singularities? No? Me neither. At this point I know what you're all wondering at home. What would Neonero do with a time machine? Go back and erase his losses? Nah. Go back and kill Hitler? Nah, Satty already filled that cliché.

Nero sighs and folds forwards, mincing with his right hand as he does so.

Odd that he chose to do it at the end of the war though, isn’t it? I mean that tells you something. He could've done it BEFORE the war and saved millions. But he chose not to. Satty, are you secretly in favour of mass genocide and the death of millions? Or did you land there by chance after having done no research about the conflict? Or did you live through the whole conflict and only decide at the end, once emaciated and smothered in typhus corpses, that you’d go murder some British generals who you decided looked like Hitler? Somehow I favour the former as the answer.

Nero looks at the camera quizzically.

I never had you down as a proponent of eugenics. You learn something new every day. But back to the time machine thing. I think I'd go back in time and tell Michael Jackson not to sign with $ony. Seriously, fuck $ony.

Nero is a little sick in his mouth.

Oh! I can guess what retort Satty would bring at this point. Why is Nero in favour of paedophilia? Why help a paedophile? My only response to that is, through necessity, in the language of anyone who asks that question: Baaaa.

Nero sounds like a sheep, if that wasn't obvious.

Ah sheeple. The masses will believe anything if their TV says so. Hell, I even saw a broadcast that said CM Punk is a former European champion. Pffft, like that ever happened.

Nero once again swallows a little sick. This line of conversation is most off-putting to his senses.

I grow weary of such talk. Satty, what more to say? I believe at a recent juncture you claimed I was a coward for not facing you in some contrived tournament for one of your trinkets. I don't even remember which one – the TV one I guess? I can answer this one of two ways. Firstly I could tell the truth as it was, which is that I heard about said tournament literally the same day as that tiny verbal exchange. And the second would be to tell you the truth as it could have been, that is to say, if I knew about it. If I had known about it...I would still not have entered. Know why? I think I expressed this enough times in the past, but here it is again; I deplore Shove It. The show is a shower of shite on every level. It’s like an unrated episode of Barney the dinosaur on acid.

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And Barney is like, the heart of my childhood – aha, nah I’m just playing here. I summed it up with the first review; shower of shite. So it follows that any tournament on that show would also be shite. So why speak on the subject at all?

Nero looks sullen, as if he’s suddenly been deflated.

I just wanted to suggest a new drycleaners for that poor young chap Archibald Lawson. And what did I get? Abuse from all corners. Even CM Punk tried to join in, like a newborn lion cub trying to rub his gums on a dying animal as his pack have already fed on it. Truthfully speaking I was hurt. I was deeply humiliated. The verbal barrage that I swatted off as inanely as I’d attracted it struck me to the core. In fact that shit had me sent to therapy.

Nero perks up again, waggling his finger as if to inform us without words that he’s bs-ing again.

So, Satty, unless I am expected to open your company biography on the XWF website and read about your unorthodox inspiration techniques, how you skilfully rotate around trees, like a satellite around a planet, until you are dizzy and daydream your next promo idea. Or that endorsement you have with the Brazilian show ‘Miss Bumbum’ – look it up guys - as the face of the moon, that shows up as a censorship logo each time the girls thongs ride the wrong way?

Nero makes the same kind of face that a guy makes when he’s caught the scent of his own faeces. It’s part grimace, part jazz musician, part Bill Cosby hiding a smile. You know the look I mean guys.

I have to give you credit for that one. Your face on every bubble butt on Brazilian television, even the ones who are ex-males. You know, the ones that make John Black leap from his sofa and scream ‘That’s my shit!’ It’s classless but you gotta get paid if you’re going to keep creating these elaborate sets each week. More power to ya.

Nero sucks in a gust of air and expels it, its called breathing.

You know, Nero didn’t really burn down Rome. In fact he wasn’t even in Rome when the fire started. So you might wonder why I, after espousing historical inaccuracies, would name my biggest move ‘The Torching of Rome’. Perhaps its because that event led to the persecution of Christians, which led to xyz, then 123...and so on? Nero blamed the Christians for the fire, and they were treated like animals in the street afterwards. Think the tales Holocaust survivors spin are bad? The Christians in Rome were impaled and used as human torches in the Domus Aurea. It’s that kind of beautiful, yet forgotten highlight reel moment in history that I want to bring back to the public eye. The ‘torching’ doesn't refer to setting Rome on fire. It refers to setting Christians on fire.

Nero leaps backwards as if he was a fearful pussycat.

Oh no! Now the Christians will come and get me! Actually, I would hope that any Christians watching also appreciate this gesture since they can use it for empowerment. I like to think every little Goth kid wearing 666 is an unwitting disciple of Nero. Remember Charles Manson? He tattooed a swastika into his head. Was he a Nazi? NO! But he knew the power of symbology. Look too at the Night Stalker, Richard Ramirez. He drew pentagrams on his hand in court and told the world that demons were at work, his murders were satanic.

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Of course, papers relished this in the same way they relished Manson. Whereas Manson killed no one, though, Ramirez routinely enjoyed breaking into homes, killing or tying up husbands and raping their wives, before killing both. He also once did the same to a 12 year old. These aren’t the antics of a Satanist. These are the acts of a psychopath; the pentagram is just the convenient scapegoat to sell to the public, so they can sleep easier at night. Satanists don't even worship Satan and evil. Satanism is just a lot of common sense with sprinkles of selfishness on top. It’s nowhere close to true Thelema. My point here is that by using such a horrific thing as my ‘trademark’ if you like, I am not doing so because I want to endorse impalement. It’s because it evokes such a strong reaction when you know what it really is.

Sniff.

You know, the reaction you tried and failed to evoke with your contrived concentration camp production, Satty.

Grin. The sniff grin combo, oh yes.

And perhaps it falls short, perhaps it doesn't, only the public can answer that, but at least my attempts are based on historical accuracy rather than taking stock photographs and popular misconceptions and making attempts at bad Tarantino skits out of them.

Nero feigns being told the promo was real, and his faux shock is nothing short of obtuse in its execution. It almost looks like he’s laughing while in shock, but surely not.

Oh, it wasn’t a skit? Well, I’ll believe that when you display some of that bad ass psychic ability in a public setting. If you have the power to make men commit suicide with your eyes, I wont say ‘why don't you win your matches this way’ because you will say ‘I prefer the challenge of having male bodies pressing against me in the fury of war’ or something to that sentiment. No, My challenge is quite simple. Make it possible for me to cut a promo without a tangent in sight. Help me achieve what willpower alone cannot.

Nero chuckles to himself and motions his flat hand over his neck as if to say ‘cut it’.

That’s enough Satty. I’ll be pulling stuff out of my arse at this rate, as if I haven’t been already. I didn’t even get into the whole ‘Starchild’ saga that you have coming up, I mean wonder how many tentacles your offspring will be born with. Will you be preparing it for a life in Japanese porn once it reaches alien maturity?

Nero pooh-poohs his own words.

Problems, Satty. Try not to get disoriented out in the ring, those flashbulbs aren’t stars coming to reclaim you in the depths of space. They’re cameras desperate to catch the very moment I snap your spine over my knee and become the US Champion. Imagine that, Nero representing the United States. I wouldn't be surprised if secret service are at ringside, or there's polonium-210 in my next breakfast. But, just supposing I make it past the snipers and the death squads, I will see you Saturday, dearest Satty. This has been Nero, talking with the light on. For now, I bid you good day.

I said good day.

As the camera fades out, we hear Nero singing to himself in the background ‘Starfucker...just like my Satty, yeah...’. And then we...

Fade

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Terrestrial Trash
Satty, once so true...

Earlier this week

Don't Kill The Messenger pt. 5

It would appear that a man by the name of Mr. Lazzaro has sent word through one of his minions that he and his men have located the individual who tried to murder Sid Feder and his wife, Flo, about 6 years ago.

There are several problems with that -- most notably would be A) Sid Feder wants nothing to do with Mr. Lazzaro, and B) Mr. Lazzaro has every reason to want Sid dead. Oh yeah, and C) The individual that Mr. Lazzaro has claimed to have tracked down for Sid... well, he's already been dead for years and only Sid knows that.

This begs the question -- why is Mr. Lazzaro going out of his way to try and lure Sid Feder to him? Is this an attempt to finally extract revenge from Sid in the most sinister of ways? After all, Sid was the man who exposed Mr. Lazzaro as a cheating man-whore several years back when Mr. Lazzaro was engaged to Sid's sister. I could see a man wanting to make Sid pay for that act, especially if Mr. Lazzaro feels he would have gotten away with the cheating otherwise.

Sid knows a set up when he sees one and that's why he knew as soon as this "messenger" of Mr. Lazzaro's told him the news, he had to crack him in the head with a shovel and lock him in the trunk of his own car. Sid would then take this person's car -- with the person locked in the trunk -- and go find Steve Sayors. Sid's plan was simple as he explained it to Steve Sayors; the goons who work for Mr. Lazzaro would recognize Steve Sayors as a wrestling interviewer and a complete nerd, which is perfect, because that means they won't even think twice about frisking Steve Sayors and checking him for weapons. Sid knows damn well they'll be all over him, but if Steve has the gun hidden on himself, nobody would suspect a thing until it had already made its way into Sid's hand and was being fired relentlessly.

Sid explained his plans to Steve and made sure Steve understood.

Then, just before Sid and Steve arrived at the location, Flo started calling Sid and yelling at him because she wants him to run an errand for her. This is also the moment that Sid starts to smell SHIT in the air and realizes that, at some point during all the excitement, Steve Sayors must have shit himself!

:3 x Better:
Fuck. This.

Sid angrily hangs up the phone with his wife after finally convincing her that everything will be fine if he picks up milk later tonight instead of RIGHT now.

"Is everything ok with Flo?" Steve's voice is very brittle sounding and he's shaking like a leaf, knowing damn well Sid smells the shit emanating off of him.

:3 x Better:
Don't you try and change the fucking subject here; you've got shit reeking off of you, man. You're fucking disgusting.

*OOOMF* -- What a nasty sound when Sid takes the side of his boot and kicks Steve in the ass. It's like you could hear the muffled sound of shit actually exploding within the confines of Steve's pants on impact.

:3 x Better:
How am I supposed to take you with me to go meet fuck face Lazzaro if you literally smell like a walking diaper load? Are you fucking kidding me? I feel like I've got fuckin' Nightmare with me or something. I could see asking that big, dumb, brain dead goof for a favor and then him showing up with shit in his pants; I honestly could. Steve Sayors you are the poor man's Nightmare. People who can't pay to go to the events and catch a whiff of Nightmare live and in the flesh will still always tune in to watch your bumbling interviews and other fuck ups. I'm just glad we've got Carl here (the camera guy for today) to keep all this shit documented because I sure as hell couldn't make any of this up.

Steve hangs his head in shame and doesn't even bother saying a word. Hell, at this point it would be fair to speculate that he isn't even wasting time thinking.

Sid also seems discouraged and looks down at the ground, kicking a small stone into the grass and watching as a chip monk comes to nibble the stone for just a split second, just in case it would have been a tasty treat.

:3 x Better:
That's it! I need to find a pebble that Mr. Lazzaro will think is a nut.

Steve gets a nervous look on his face.

:3 x Better:
No, not you, ya big dumb failure -- a swift crack upside the head to Steve -- I don't want the bait smelling like a clogged toilet; might kill the effect! Let's go, Mr. Shit Pants.

An undisclosed amount of time later...|

"Are you sure he'll fall for it?" Steve asks with uncertainty in his voice as he helps Sid fluff up the wig he's wearing.

:3 x Better:
Yeah, everybody always tells me and my sister that we look similar so I think this will work just long enough to get that son of a bitch close so I can pop him in his chest with my cold steel.

Sid is wearing a dirty blonde wig with straighter hair than he himself would have. He's also wearing a purple dress with a long, leather, women's coat over it to somewhat distort the fact that he has a man's body.

:3 x Better:
I'm confident this will work. That dip shit Mr. Lazzaro can hardly see straight anyway. I once saw him trying to play darts and he actually managed to miss the entire fuckin' dart board with every dart and even ended up hitting some random

Earlier this week

Don't Kill The Messenger pt. 5

who was standing a few feet away from the board. A few feet, Steve.

Steve helps adjust the dress and coat so it all fits on Sid a little more relaxed looking. "You look really nice." Steve's compliment causes Sid's expression to look like he wants to actually throw up.

:3 x Better:
Oh just shut the fuck up. Do I look ready? The text I sent to Mr. Lazzaro said to meet "me" at 4:30 so I've got about 15 minutes to get there.

"Spin for me." -- a request that Steve seems to have no problem making as he looks at Sid's body.

:3 x Better:
You mother f-

Sid mumbles to himself as he holds his arms out and does a slow twirl for Steve.

:3 x Better:
Alright -- good?

Steve nods his approval and seems to be in a much more relaxed mood than he was before. Steve must be taking a lot of comfort in the fact that he's no longer going to be right in the middle of the action. Sid's new plan calls for Sid -- alone -- to meet with Mr. Lazzaro. The text from Sid (pretending to be his sister) tells Mr. Lazzaro that something very important has come up and that she doesn't know who else to turn to. It gives explicit directions to meet "her" alone. Much to Sid's delight, it only took a few minutes for Mr. Lazzaro to send a return text: "I'll be there, hun. Just hang tight."

Even through text it was clear that sounded like the trusting -- almost concerned tone -- of a man who has no idea what he's gotten himself into.

Sid grins as he pats Steve on the cheek and walks off; no sign of a firearm anywhere visible to the naked eye.

:3 x Better:
Let's get this over with.

This may not be what all of you want to hear, but this is where the XWF cameras stop following.

What?

You really thought Sid was going to risk having a camera crew on the scene in what was intended to be a discrete meeting? Mr. Lazzaro would instantly have known something was up.

Our cameras wait with Steve who is on standby. He was told that if he cherishes his life, he better wait at this undisclosed location for Sid to either come back or call him.

The waiting game.

Steve sits for what feels like hours, checking his watch again and again. He is in what appears to be a very large warehouse or hangar; mostly empty but with some various tools and machinery scattered throughout. Steve is walking along and looking at all the tools hanging on the wall when his phone finally rings.

He looks at the caller ID. It's Sid.

Steve answers the phone without saying hello, just as Sid had told him to do when he calls. A few seconds pass.

:3 x Better:
It's done.

-click-

Steve looks at the camera. It's over. If Sid didn't need him for anything further at this point then he knew he was free to go.

*thump thump* The sounds of banging along with a muffled voice can be heard coming from just outside the hangar. Steve walks out and his heart stops just as he remembers -- "Oh no; that guy who brought Sid the message is still locked in the trunk!"

Steve isn't sure what to do. Does he let the man go? Does he ignore it and just retreat from this place? Does he call Sid back and remind him about the messenger stuck in the trunk?

*thump thump* "Help!"

The banging and the yelling is getting louder. Steve had to think quick before attention is brought their way.

*bang!* Steve hits the top of the trunk with his fist! What a move! The sounds instantly cease and Steve looks around cautiously as he stands completely still, somewhat unsure of his last move. He lets a few seconds pass and then he very nervously picks up his cell phone. He starts to dial it but then -- wait a second. Why not just send a text?

Steve thinks about it for a second and then does just that. He types out a quick text to Sid that reads: "I am already 2 far away 2 do anything myself but did u remember 2 let that guy out of trunk?"

Steve slips his phone into his pocket and lets out a sigh of relief as he walks away, content with what he's done here tonight. Too much of a coward to actually let the guy out of the trunk himself, but still a concerned enough human being that he didn't want Sid to just forget him in there.

Good job, Steve.

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As time gets closer to the pay per view, Eli tells the driver of the limo to head towards Heinz Field where the pay per view shall take place. Eli sends Eric Rex a text message... "Eric. Listen to my interview with Steve in a little bit. Part of it is for you, boy. See ya tonight.". Eli is enjoying some sweet tea in the back of the limo waiting to arrive at his destination. Once he gets there, he tells some security person to find Steve Sayors and bring him to the limo. Eli leaves the window half-way down and enjoys the cool breeze of the day. Steve Sayors arrives with a camera man and microphone in hand. Eli invites them to sit in his limo because he has something that he needs to say. The camera man and Steve both get in the limo and sit. Eli just smiles.. drinking his sweet tea.. staring at Steve and the camera man. He doesn't say anything until he finishes his tea.

Eli James IV "Do you know what prophecy is? Many think it's all about telling the future. Heh. It's more than that. It's telling the truth with boldness. No matter what gun is aimed at your head.. no matter what someone says about you.. no matter what or who is against you.. you speak the truth because you have no fear. The message you have is more important. Fear has no place to sit in your heart. When it does happen to do with future events, then it's spoken with complete conviction and warning.

Eric Rex. My partner. A partner I.. trust. Consider this spoken in love, man. Only you will find what it means. People will look at you in disgust. They will never understand your reasons for why you do what you do. Blood will rush from your mouth. It will never quench your taste, but only build your hunger for more. Your home will have light and dark beating down upon it. Nobody will want to visit your house. Eric will be lost. Eric will have a mess inside his mind and never become clear again. People will look at you as a misunderstood monster, but you will be accepted by ones you trust. You will sacrifice without knowing for the good of the Almighty. Your purpose will not be understand by anyone. Eric will sink into a quicksand only to sit in hiding. The sacrifice will come first, then the monster shall arise among us.

To the XWF. Tonight is the end. You will behold truth. Gold will surround the waste of truth. It will be sought but never found. The cravings you so desire shall never been quenched. Mercy will only be for the select. The order will star to be set in place. A new darkness will emerge. Purpose will be seen through sacrifice.

You will be haunted by the things you see. You will be reminded that the message will be spoken. Judgment will rain upon you, but not all at once. You will begin to feel destruction slowly building and won't be able to turn the clocks back.

You'll hear a voice speaking softly amidst the breathing.. an invitation to a place where hearts are breathing.. to a place where your dreams are made... where drinking never ceases and no dismay.. you'll be pushing your senses away to take another step.. while your conscience is aware of your heart's intent. Indulge until your heart's content and pay no mind. Tomorrow is a lifetime away and this is here. The time is now, so there's nothing to fear. You'll believe the lie you hear. This hint of disaster is a beautiful face, hiding grins, fronting the chills of warm embrace.

Think you're all safe. It's what everyone does in a vehicle, but eventually you may get into the wreck you were not expecting. Believe in lies.

A wish has been granted.

I'll take you to a place lying six feet below where bodies lie cowering soft and slow. Where the song of the chimes keeps ringing, outside the window the demons are singing. You'll see the faces aware but the room is empty and be owned by a lifeless stare.

You'll be dreaming about a second chance to go back, rewind the clock and attempt a playback. It'll be too late. It's now too late. The hand of the clock has moved. You forced it to. Come walk on burning coals with your bare feet. Follow me to pain and I'll show you.

Your innocence dies with lies you bring. All the nightmares you've ever had will be clinging into the abyss. I warned you all. I pleaded for you to accept the truth and turn from your wicked ways. I told you to clothe yourselves in righteousness and you decided its covering. The storm was coming and you refused to take shelter.

Rest you will not find. You will remain weary and bruised.

Unfortunately, tonight five men will behold the future and a mysterious man will arise.

Steve Sayors "Eli, you only have four opponents.

Eli James IV "I know, man. I meant it when I said FIVE. FIVE men will behold the future and a mysterious man will arise. Tonight, everyone will welcome the new tag team champions. You will be witnesses unto the entire world of the end. All ya had to do was listen and obey. A simple task, but refused in the stubborn hearts of everyone. You will reap what you sow. You've been sinnin' way too much, man. Is it that difficult for ya to turn to righteousness? Are you that blind?

Heh. Warned ya.

Ready or not. Here we come. Hehehehe.

Welcome to the end.

Eli starts laughing. Sayors and the camera man look at each other for a quick second and quickly leave the limo. They both go into the building while Eli's laugh gets louder and louder. He rolls up his window and calms down a little. His cell phone rings and it says "M". Eli smiles and answers it. During the phone call, Eric sends a text message to Eli saying he'll be arriving to the arena shortly. Eli smiles and finishes his phone conversation with "M".

After the conversation, he places his phone beside him with a big grin on his face. He pours himself another glass of sweet tea to enjoy and can't help but think tonight is going to be something special for everyone to remember. ]]> Eli arrives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and visits some Amish places to just sit and watch. He enjoys their dedication and respects their choice of life by working hard and limited themselves to some things the world offers. The clouds hover over to make it a cool day. No rain coming down. No bright sun beating down on anyone. Eli sits and watches.

As time gets closer to the pay per view, Eli tells the driver of the limo to head towards Heinz Field where the pay per view shall take place. Eli sends Eric Rex a text message... "Eric. Listen to my interview with Steve in a little bit. Part of it is for you, boy. See ya tonight.". Eli is enjoying some sweet tea in the back of the limo waiting to arrive at his destination. Once he gets there, he tells some security person to find Steve Sayors and bring him to the limo. Eli leaves the window half-way down and enjoys the cool breeze of the day. Steve Sayors arrives with a camera man and microphone in hand. Eli invites them to sit in his limo because he has something that he needs to say. The camera man and Steve both get in the limo and sit. Eli just smiles.. drinking his sweet tea.. staring at Steve and the camera man. He doesn't say anything until he finishes his tea.

Eli James IV "Do you know what prophecy is? Many think it's all about telling the future. Heh. It's more than that. It's telling the truth with boldness. No matter what gun is aimed at your head.. no matter what someone says about you.. no matter what or who is against you.. you speak the truth because you have no fear. The message you have is more important. Fear has no place to sit in your heart. When it does happen to do with future events, then it's spoken with complete conviction and warning.

Eric Rex. My partner. A partner I.. trust. Consider this spoken in love, man. Only you will find what it means. People will look at you in disgust. They will never understand your reasons for why you do what you do. Blood will rush from your mouth. It will never quench your taste, but only build your hunger for more. Your home will have light and dark beating down upon it. Nobody will want to visit your house. Eric will be lost. Eric will have a mess inside his mind and never become clear again. People will look at you as a misunderstood monster, but you will be accepted by ones you trust. You will sacrifice without knowing for the good of the Almighty. Your purpose will not be understand by anyone. Eric will sink into a quicksand only to sit in hiding. The sacrifice will come first, then the monster shall arise among us.

To the XWF. Tonight is the end. You will behold truth. Gold will surround the waste of truth. It will be sought but never found. The cravings you so desire shall never been quenched. Mercy will only be for the select. The order will star to be set in place. A new darkness will emerge. Purpose will be seen through sacrifice.

You will be haunted by the things you see. You will be reminded that the message will be spoken. Judgment will rain upon you, but not all at once. You will begin to feel destruction slowly building and won't be able to turn the clocks back.

You'll hear a voice speaking softly amidst the breathing.. an invitation to a place where hearts are breathing.. to a place where your dreams are made... where drinking never ceases and no dismay.. you'll be pushing your senses away to take another step.. while your conscience is aware of your heart's intent. Indulge until your heart's content and pay no mind. Tomorrow is a lifetime away and this is here. The time is now, so there's nothing to fear. You'll believe the lie you hear. This hint of disaster is a beautiful face, hiding grins, fronting the chills of warm embrace.

Think you're all safe. It's what everyone does in a vehicle, but eventually you may get into the wreck you were not expecting. Believe in lies.

A wish has been granted.

I'll take you to a place lying six feet below where bodies lie cowering soft and slow. Where the song of the chimes keeps ringing, outside the window the demons are singing. You'll see the faces aware but the room is empty and be owned by a lifeless stare.

You'll be dreaming about a second chance to go back, rewind the clock and attempt a playback. It'll be too late. It's now too late. The hand of the clock has moved. You forced it to. Come walk on burning coals with your bare feet. Follow me to pain and I'll show you.

Your innocence dies with lies you bring. All the nightmares you've ever had will be clinging into the abyss. I warned you all. I pleaded for you to accept the truth and turn from your wicked ways. I told you to clothe yourselves in righteousness and you decided its covering. The storm was coming and you refused to take shelter.

Rest you will not find. You will remain weary and bruised.

Unfortunately, tonight five men will behold the future and a mysterious man will arise.

Steve Sayors "Eli, you only have four opponents.

Eli James IV "I know, man. I meant it when I said FIVE. FIVE men will behold the future and a mysterious man will arise. Tonight, everyone will welcome the new tag team champions. You will be witnesses unto the entire world of the end. All ya had to do was listen and obey. A simple task, but refused in the stubborn hearts of everyone. You will reap what you sow. You've been sinnin' way too much, man. Is it that difficult for ya to turn to righteousness? Are you that blind?

Heh. Warned ya.

Ready or not. Here we come. Hehehehe.

Welcome to the end.

Eli starts laughing. Sayors and the camera man look at each other for a quick second and quickly leave the limo. They both go into the building while Eli's laugh gets louder and louder. He rolls up his window and calms down a little. His cell phone rings and it says "M". Eli smiles and answers it. During the phone call, Eric sends a text message to Eli saying he'll be arriving to the arena shortly. Eli smiles and finishes his phone conversation with "M".

After the conversation, he places his phone beside him with a big grin on his face. He pours himself another glass of sweet tea to enjoy and can't help but think tonight is going to be something special for everyone to remember. ]]> <![CDATA[~Circus for a Psycho!~ (Twisted Angel #3)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4596 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 10:21:34 -0700 Christine Nash]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4596
When we catch up with Matt and Christine, they were just leaving the locker room area again and heading to one of the favorite places of Christine. She smirks as Matt opens the door and the two walk in. He was still carrying the camera that he turned on when they got inside. Now Christine usually like it when it was dark in there but this one wasn’t dark. It was rather bright and very clean. Different than she was used to, but it would do. It was getting very busy out in the halls and in the locker room and she really just wanted to be off alone. So she and Matt came here. He turns the camera on as Christine mumbles.

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Christine: You push me till I break and the anger turns to rage. Why can't you just leave me alone? Got your finger on the trigger you think that you're the winner, but you're gonna get kicked off your throne, no!

She tilts her head as she starts to explain her rambles.

Christine: I have hear what you said, you ramblings are amusing. You keep pushing me to anger me which turns to rage. You said you could shoot me… I think that is amusing. You really think you could. Nope happen. You think you can beat me and then you think you can’t. Sound’s like your giving up and that is the opening I need to kick you off your throne.

Matt nods as she begins to ramble again as she sits in a corner of the room. She had a hood over her head and in her ring attire. She words she rambled… was her new theme she was debuting at the PPV.

Christine: You think you're gonna hurt me, get ready to get dirty, you created this beast inside. Pull the noose tighter and lift a little higher cause you're killing me slowly, I ain't ready to die. Now part of that… I could address to my little Pet holding the camera. Ok this whole part would be more for him. I don’t think I need to explain that… do I Matt?

Matt: No.

He looks down a moment knowing clear what she meant. The history he wanted to fix and was working hard to do. The history she hadn’t let go. He looks back up at her as she continues.

Christine: Tonight, get ready for a fight. So now you know it's time to ride a circus for a psycho. Round and round we go, lookout below cause I want off this Circus for a psycho.

She smirks.

Christine: Pretty self explanatory… Don’t you think Reggie? I am looking forward to this fight and I will go round and round with you. Cause you are about to go to the Circus for the Psychos.

Matt moves around some and sits down across from her as she continues. He can almost catch her face in the camera. She had this crazed look on her face as she was turning into her Twisted Angel. She was becoming the rage in her and the woman that would do anything and not give a damn if it hurt her or anyone else.

Christine: Everybody down gonna burn it to the ground. Can't keep this beast inside. Never again. You're killing me slow but I ain't ready to die. You think you're gonna hurt me. Get ready to get dirty. Gonna burn this place to the ground. Psycho here we go!

She pulls the hood back cocks her head to the side.

Christine: When you play with fire… you get burned. And Reggie… you are playing with a time bomb. Dynamite comes in small packages… as Matt here… he will tell you. I am not one to be toyed with. I am not one you want to play as a fool. I will take you down and I will prove to you once and for all, I am not just some little pretty face. I am not one that will just come out here and lay down for you. NO! I will come out… and I will fight.

A evil looking smirk crossed her face as she looks at Matt’s camera. This wasn’t the same girl he made the match with… no she seemed to evolve into something or someone else as it grew closer to match time. She was darker, more on the psycho side. She reaches up grabbing at her hair and gives it a hard tug as her nose flairs.

Christine: The match grows near… the time, is neigh. The crowds are gathering, and the darkness is building. You can call this what you want? Good vs. evil. Male vs. female. Only the strong will survive and I am quite sure I am strong enough to out take you down… and take you out. I humiliated 3 men already… let just make you lucky #4 to fall at the hands of the Twisted Angel. You don’t seem sure of yourself… fatal mistake. Fatal mistake indeed. You call this a return match when in fact I have already pointed out you had a match? Is that a sign that you suffer memory loss?

Matt looks at her.

Matt: I know for a fact you have this one in the bag.

Christine smirks at him.

Christine: Such a good little pet trying to boost my ego. Maybe a reward in your future. But first… I have a little business to take care of. And you… you are going to be right there watching every moment of it. Like a good boy.

He puts the camera down and she crawls over to him, patting his head before placing a kiss softly on his forehead.

Christine: OK lets go… match time.

They get up and walk out together.

End thread.]]> <![CDATA[Road to UFO Title Final Part]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4595 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 10:11:16 -0700 Hunter Moore]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4595
Hunter- More ready then I will ever be even if I don't win the match I will make sure peter doesn't, I will do whatever It takes for him not to win...

Ken- Already well a interviewer with XWF is in the back and wants to talk to you so im going back to the gym but don't worry ill be in the back tonight waiting to see the gold around your waist.

Hunter- Thanks man....And oh tell Christian I said he better be there tonight

(Hunter and Ken part there ways and now hunter heads to the back for his interview)

Interviewer- Hello there Hunter im Ross Morgan a interviewer over here and I would like to ask you a few questions.

Hunter- Alrighty ask away Ross....

Ross- How do you feel about your opponent tonight Peter Gilmour?

Hunter- I feel like his is another annoying fat kid that was picked last on the kickball team and now is running his mouth cause he some how one the UFO Title

Ross- Do you think Peter will be a trouble?

Hunter- In all honest I have some friends who have got in the ring with him and they have said he is pretty good at what he does but I don't see him being the biggest problem in the match

Ross- How do you feel about the XWF so far?

Hunter- I think its a pretty good place I started out making some good friends and now I got a "big bug" flying over my shoulder that tonight im going to squash

Ross- Alrighty that is all the questions I have at this time thank you for talking with me

Hunter- No problem Ross, just know this next time we talk ill have a title around my waist

(Hunter goes around town talking to all his friends about his match tonight getting some good advice and is now ready to not only fight in Leap Of Faith but win the UFO Title at Leap Of Faith. He has had many problems that have accord over the time he was training for the UFO Title but he is defiantly ready to win.)]]>
Hunter- More ready then I will ever be even if I don't win the match I will make sure peter doesn't, I will do whatever It takes for him not to win...

Ken- Already well a interviewer with XWF is in the back and wants to talk to you so im going back to the gym but don't worry ill be in the back tonight waiting to see the gold around your waist.

Hunter- Thanks man....And oh tell Christian I said he better be there tonight

(Hunter and Ken part there ways and now hunter heads to the back for his interview)

Interviewer- Hello there Hunter im Ross Morgan a interviewer over here and I would like to ask you a few questions.

Hunter- Alrighty ask away Ross....

Ross- How do you feel about your opponent tonight Peter Gilmour?

Hunter- I feel like his is another annoying fat kid that was picked last on the kickball team and now is running his mouth cause he some how one the UFO Title

Ross- Do you think Peter will be a trouble?

Hunter- In all honest I have some friends who have got in the ring with him and they have said he is pretty good at what he does but I don't see him being the biggest problem in the match

Ross- How do you feel about the XWF so far?

Hunter- I think its a pretty good place I started out making some good friends and now I got a "big bug" flying over my shoulder that tonight im going to squash

Ross- Alrighty that is all the questions I have at this time thank you for talking with me

Hunter- No problem Ross, just know this next time we talk ill have a title around my waist

(Hunter goes around town talking to all his friends about his match tonight getting some good advice and is now ready to not only fight in Leap Of Faith but win the UFO Title at Leap Of Faith. He has had many problems that have accord over the time he was training for the UFO Title but he is defiantly ready to win.)]]> <![CDATA[Dude, You Can Have It IF BY "IT" YOU MEAN A BEATDOWN (RP #5)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4594 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 09:50:10 -0700 Stevie Tyler]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4594

THIS MORNING

Stevie had just seen promos from both Agent Orange and Tony Santos about his impending matchup at Leap of Faith. The kid was absolutely terrified. He'd not wanted any part of this whole thing to begin with, but after seeing what Orange did to the kids in the backyard fed and hearing Tony's threats, he was ready to hand over the belt, and run away.

As is his nature.

He looked all over his apartment for the phone number of literally ANY XWF upper-brass. The plan was to just call them and explain that this was all a big mistake. He wasn't sure if "demon-possession" was a legally acceptable way to break a contract, but he was willing to try. Stevie started in his room, digging under piles of dirty and clean clothes mixed together like piss and water in an unflushed toilet. Maybe he'd left the paper with their numbers in his second pair of jeans that hadn't been washed in 4 months. No? How about the empty sock drawer? Nothing.

He moved to his closet and pulled out some old sheets and blankets that smelled like moth balls, and shook them out, hoping the paper would slip out. No luck. Next were the long-boxes that housed his comics. They were hiding deep underneath and hadn't been touched in a while, but maybe the paper had fallen. He began to pull them out, one by one, and got sidetracked by Grant Morrison's first issue of Animal Man. Not hard to do, really. That was a great run. A lot of guys praise Alan Moore and Frank Miller, but, for Stevie's money, Grant Morrison was the king. Stevie's still sort of hurt inside that he's not in control of the Bat-family anymore.

He stops when he remembers he might die tonight. This is serious business. He opens his sock drawer. Empty. Under the pillow, mattress, and bed. If it's under the bed, it's history. So much crap. He decides it's not in his room and systematically destroys his entire apartment in his quest. His roommate, LJ, comes home for his lunch break from Cracker Barrel and doesn't even seem to notice anything's been done. It does look largely the same. He searches the kitchen cabinets for the second time until LJ leaves, even though he's sure they're not there.

Finally, he gives up. The numbers are gone, but hope is not. He remembers the webcam he had bought a while back that he'd been too embarrassed to tell anyone he knows that he owns it even though it's a very common item. It's the way you use it, I suppose. He plugs it in and logs in to his XWF page. Stevie's forgetful, but he never forgets the password he uses for literally every site he's a member of. dragonforce4ever. Stevie is streaming live, hoping to get a message to his opponents and the XWF higher-ups.

"Ok, guys...Seriously? Can I talk to you seriously for a minute? Tony, dude, you're right. You really are. I stole the Xtreme Championship, but I didn't mean to. I swear, man. I didn't want it, I didn't want this, I don't want the US Title or anything, dude. I just wanna' sit here and eat Domino's or whatever you said. That's the honest truth. I know it sounds pathetic. I know I'm a loser. I know to guys like you, and Orange, and Alex, that I'm a nothing. I'm in no sort of shape at all. I love anime and I argue about who would win between Thanos and Darkseid. I haven't had a girlfriend and I haven't been laid in as long as I remember and it totally sucks, dude. It really does.

And what sucks now, is that I can't help what I'm doing. I'm not in control of myself half the time. I'm terrified of you guys. Dude, you guys have all the talent in the world. I saw what Orange did to those guys, and I almost pissed myself. I WISH I had backyard wrestling experience. You know what my wrestling experience consists of? Dude. I played Smackdown Vs. Raw a couple of times. That's it. And even then, I spent most of the time making my own guys so I could have a purple man in a neon, green thong with clown-paint wrestling a poor man's Hellboy.

Agent Orange is a beast in the ring, and so is Santos. I'm sure Alex has tard-strength and i want no part of any of it. I'm telling you guys, I'd love to just mail the title in, but I don't have an address. I'd be totally willing to just show up, lay it down in the ring, and just leave."

Stevie's eyes become solid black and he foams at the mouth after that last sentence.

"I WOULD be totally willing," he growls, "BUT TONIGHT, I'M GONNA' BREAK YOU GUYS IN HALF! That belt belongs to ME and it's staying with ME! You wanna' run around with superhero cosplayers? FINE! You wanna' play with a bunch of Juggalos and act like that's comparable to THE INFERNO WITHIN!? DO IT! You wanna' get drunk and rub your bare ass on the sofa! THAT'S COOL TOO, BRO! THE STEVESTER IS COMING TO DOMINATE! The Tylerites are gonna' fill the arena tonight, bro...I can hear 'em alllllllready.

'STEVIE! STEVIE! STEVIE!' They might even do that clap thing, bro. You have no idea. Bring your baseball bats, your barbed wire, your light tubes and kendo sticks. NOTHING IS MORE XTREEEEEEEEEME THAN HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE, DUDE! And I'm bringin' it, bro. I'm bringin' it hardcore at Leap of Faith!

Santos, you called me a 'dangerous dude'? Like it was funny that someone would say that? I AM THE MOST DANGEROUS DUDE, DUDE! I know what this all is. You guys think I'm playing a game. You guys wanna' play games with me. You wanna' pretend you gotta' in you to be as XTREME AS STEVIE TYLER! Well you're not, bro! You wanna' play games? You guys wanna' play games with THE STEVESTER!? I LIKE GAMES, BRO! You wanna' play 21? I GOT 22, BRO! I'VE GOT 22! YOU GUYS HAVE EFFED UP! YOU'VE EFFED UP BIG TIME! Stevie Tyler is coming and he's coming harrrrrrrrrrd, son. So hard."

Stevie's head drops and he spits up a bit on his Adventure Time t-shirt. He looks back at the camera, clearly concerned, and brushes himself off. "Dude, I'm so sorry. Whatever that was, please, please, please ignore it. Please don't hurt me, you guys. I don't wanna' die, dude. Just, you guys can have it and maybe I could get an autograph or something? Please."

With the final plea, Stevie shuts off his camera with clear fear in his eyes. He spends the rest of the day reluctantly packing his bags and feeling light-headed.]]>

THIS MORNING

THE TRANSFORMATION

Michelle: "Slow down James... I think we've made enough distance from the laboratory and my feet are exhausted."

James looked down at Michelle's feet and could see the bruises mixed with a faint hint of dark blue which could very well have been frost bite.

James: "What the hell is wrong with your feet Michelle?"

It was then that the insane doctor noticed it certainly couldn't have been frost bite. The ball of her heels had fallen off and now the blood was pouring so profusely from it that it was a dark purple color. When blood continues to seep and pour continuously for hours on end it becomes very dark in color.

James: "Holy Fuck! How long have you been bleeding like that?"

James shouts with a startled rasp in the back of his throat.

Michelle: "For about two days now... I've been bleeding all over the place... and so have you! Haven't you noticed the small gash in your back?"

James started circling his back like a dog chasing his tail. Michelle pulls a small mirror out of her pocket that she used for make up and held it so that James could stop spinning and see this two inch gash that was protruding blood from it's center like a nonstop lava flow. The blood started in the center of his back just below his shoulder blades, then worked it's way down his back and the crack of his ass.

James: "Whoa holy shit! Why won't we stop bleeding?"

Michelle: "Something happened when you let that gorilla inside of me."

James: "Oh really, well, something happened when I was inside of you."

Michelle: "UGHH! Don't remind me!"

The two couldn't help themselves after the hours of hiding from one another and eventually gave in to sexual impulses. No matter how hideous she found James as a person before that, he suddenly became a penis that would thrust her.... The sexual desires were a natural reaction due to the infection and to fight them would mean unbearable 'sex withdraws'. She hated it, but had to satisfy them none the less. She gushed from her clitoris the same as the blood flowed from her leg. Always, always horny and fully aroused. She gushed harder than a woman who would be watching Peter Gilmour take a shower. The infection of the A(ids) virus encourages this type of sexually deviant behavior.

James: "What the hell do you think is wrong with us?"

James asks her inquisitorially.

Michelle: "We need to find someone."

James looks immediately confused.

James: "Why?"

Michelle: "Because I'm hungry? Arn't you?"

James: "Hungry for sex?"

Michelle: "Hungry for life..."

James: "And Sex?"

Michelle: "Yes... A threesome this time..."

James: "Yes!..... YES!"

Michelle: "This time without the gorilla."

The two sex driven, blood oozing zombies roam through the woods in the middle of the moon filled night. The faint twinkling of the stars guiding them down a path of destruction. The scientists, geologists, and forensic specialists would later trace back this 'blood path' to the breeding ground of the A(ids) infection.

But for now, the couple moved onward. Instead of subtracting from their population, the two blood soaking fiends intended to add to it.

It's time the world see the zombie destruction of the planet earth through the eyes of the predator.

while we chase down....

'The Running Life'

.... coming soon to SATAN! TV! ....

Unknown Soldier: "I hope god taught Hunter Payne how to turn the other cheek, so I can fuck him from both sides."]]> <![CDATA[Judgment is Closer.. A little more is revealed (pt 2)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4591 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 09:24:32 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4591 Eli leads the XWF crew guys away from the tent towards the barn where the screaming and yelling is still being heard. Eli feels his phone vibrate and stops walking. He pulls it out and notices a missed call from Eric Rex with a voice mail.

Eli James IV "One second, boys. Let me listen to this real quick.

Eli calls his voice mail to listen in on Eric Rex's message... "Eli, I don't know what's going on with you. The very first thing I learned in the military, and this has grown more and more important to me since, is that trust in your partners is the key to survival. If you can't trust the mem you're working with, you will fail. I'll tell you this now, and this will be the last time I tell you...Emma-Lee tried to seduce"... Eli hangs up without listening to the rest of it. He gives a big smile. Eli thinks Eric took his threat serious and is finally getting the big picture. Eli decides to take this moment to call Eric again. Eric once again doesn't answer and Eli has to leave a message..

Eli James IV "Eric. Hope you're doing good, man. Emma-Lee says hey. Hope you get some good rest. Hehe.

Eli hangs up laughing. Eli decides that since his phone is out, he has a few other calls to make.

Emma-Lee "Hey Eli.

Eli James IV "How's everything goin' down there?

Emma-Lee "Everything's goin just fine. No problems. Becky is wantin to leave, but I told her to wait til you came back.

Eli James IV "I'll be there tomorrow. Say, Emma.. would you do me a big favor?

Emma-Lee "Sure. Anything for you.

Eli James IV "Remember when you told me Eric came on to you and all?

Emma-Lee "Um. Yea, why?

Eli James IV "He confessed. Everything has been worked out. I left a voice mail on his phone and he left one back on mine confessing and apologizing. You know.. maybe you can go see him? See how he's doin. Take one of my sisters with ya to make sure he doesn't try anything again. Would ya do that for me?

Emma-Lee "Um. Yeah, sure will. I'll get Rachel to go with me. Thank you for protecting me.

Eli hangs up and calls Sal.

Sal Valencia "Hello? This is Sal. Sal Valencia. Attorney at Law. Defending God's people.

Eli James IV "It's Eli.

Sal Valencia "Hey! Calling about my new commercial? You like it don't you?

Eli James IV "Just wonderin if you talked to Eric lately?

Sal Valencia "He left me a voice mail, but I haven't listened to it yet.

Eli James IV "Go on and delete it. I've already talked with him. We're playin tag on voice mail. He doesn't answer me, and I don't answer him. You should join in the fun and just ignore his calls.

Sal Valencia "Eric isn't the type to want to play games. He's probably pretty angry that you didn't answer.

Eli James IV "Eric will be just fine. If he isn't, he will be shortly.

Sal Valencia "You got it. Whatever you want.

Eli James IV "A check is in the mail for ya, man. Don't forget to read the card.

Sal Valencia "Will do.

Eli and Sal hang up. Eli places his phone back in his pocket. The XWF crew guys are a little scared at the screaming coming from the barn. Eli signals them to follow him as they begin to walk again towards the barn.

Eli James IV "I know you wanna ask.. so go on. Ask away.

XWF Crew "Well, what's that screaming?

The crew begins taping Eli now.

Eli James IV "Some things are better left unknown. Ever since I arrived in this company, people have speculated who I am or what I'm about. There's many people 'round here trying to claim some sort of allegiance to a power the normal cannot know. Some claim a demon is with them.. some say a god is behind their power.. and some just ignore the mysterious and go about their life as normal. I can sum them all up in few words. Liars and Sinners.

I pleaded for everyone to listen. I told all to open their eyes to see the truth. They did what was expected.. ignored it. I came in knowing there's a high chance people would look at me and think I'm crazy,, nuts.. psychotic.. a lunatic. I understood what everyone may say or think about me and the message I've come to preach. It was a task I was prepared for. It was a journey I've been making for a long time.. a tough one at that.

Some people think I'm a dumb ole preacher from the south. Quickly I've denounced their view with simple logic. Ya think I'm some dumb idiot? Heh. Think all you want. Each time you mock me, I'll expose you.. and the fool will be shown for who they are.

Incredible People.. you know what the word Incredible even means? It means impossible or difficult to believe. I guess you boys got it right. Nobody believes your good. It's difficult to believe it with how terrible you boys are in the ring. You talk a big game, but have yet to show it much. Bring your whole team. It won't make any difference to the end result of the match at Leap of Faith. Elisha and I will be victorious. We will be the new tag team champions. And you'll go away as men who lost, and probably still call yourselves the Incredible People after the loss. It's expected of idiots.. the ignorant sinners this world offers.

Crimson and Knightmask can hope they retain and try to retain. Unfortunately, they also will lie in ruin and leave away without titles. Their tag team world will be shaken and they will leave knowing they were in the ring with a man who speaks the truth. A man of integrity and character. A man who worked hard to get to where he is and a man who has the Almighty on his side.

Let me warn everyone now the day is closing when it will slowly be revealed. At Leap of Faith, the end will begin. The cause I've preached will become more forceful and brighter. You will have no choice but to listen. The word of the Almighty will be spoken. Persecution will come to us but an eternal damnation will go to you.

I will never rest until the meaningless become your silence.. then it's over. You'll return to the sand. The fog will clear and you'll see me on the other side. It will hit you immediately. Everyone will say 'Eli was right!'. I will stand there and smile. You will fall into your own war while I stand victorious.

Enjoy your war without cause. Hurting yourselves and welcoming in the death you've all tried to avoid. Sleep well while you can because the dreams will vanish in thin air.. and be replaced with nightmares from the depth of hell.

You all mock me for my belief, yet it offers answers that you cannot provide. It satisfies every answer, but it also challenges your own formed opinion. Breathe in the lies you were taught. Depend on its oxygen. I will only depend on the words of the Almighty. It will satisfy my soul and quench my thirst.

The moon will turn to blood. The sun shall burn your skin. You'll beg for mercy and get pain instead. You'll ask for a quick death, but it'll be prolonged. Look around. Home is here. Solitude for the soul. A quiet river to cleanse yourself. A lasting place to grow crops and eat the food it gives. A word that's true. A foundation that cannot be broke or shattered. A place to gain a strong mind and to channel your strong will into purpose.

Shhh. Do you hear that? Of course you don't! Deaf ears will never hear his voice. Come to me and I will make you hear. Kneel yourself upon the altar and you will rise a new creation. The old will disappear and behold, new things will begin for you. A transformation of good will start. Enter into the light. Walk on the path of righteous and you shall be saved.

The people in the XWF listen to all these people trying to preach a message and think it's all the same. You see me and listen to my words and place me in a category will all the rest of them guys that talk about God or hell. Heh. There's quite a bit of differences between myself and everyone else.

Listen to me carefully Knightmask, Crimson Cobra, Matt Lennox, and Jack Killborn... Leap of Faith is the end. Elisha and I will become new tag team champions.. and the world will become witnesses of the next step in the journey. Before your eyes more questions will arise, but you will have to continue to wait. You will fall before me and see the truth. The light is slowly going to begin to flicker. A new team will arise. The message will continue.

And Eric... the truth always reveals itself when it sees fit. I know what the sleepless nights feel like. Hehe. You're not goin crazy are ya, boy? Focus. We have a match for titles. Don't worry about Lacey, Wallace, or even Knightmask. Something far greater is at work and you must realize that. Don't let your sight become blurred with revenge. Elisha.. in the end.. you'll see it. It will engrave itself upon you. You'll be marked.

Welcome to the end. ]]> Eli leads the XWF crew guys away from the tent towards the barn where the screaming and yelling is still being heard. Eli feels his phone vibrate and stops walking. He pulls it out and notices a missed call from Eric Rex with a voice mail.

Eli James IV "One second, boys. Let me listen to this real quick.

Eli calls his voice mail to listen in on Eric Rex's message... "Eli, I don't know what's going on with you. The very first thing I learned in the military, and this has grown more and more important to me since, is that trust in your partners is the key to survival. If you can't trust the mem you're working with, you will fail. I'll tell you this now, and this will be the last time I tell you...Emma-Lee tried to seduce"... Eli hangs up without listening to the rest of it. He gives a big smile. Eli thinks Eric took his threat serious and is finally getting the big picture. Eli decides to take this moment to call Eric again. Eric once again doesn't answer and Eli has to leave a message..

Eli James IV "Eric. Hope you're doing good, man. Emma-Lee says hey. Hope you get some good rest. Hehe.

Eli hangs up laughing. Eli decides that since his phone is out, he has a few other calls to make.

Emma-Lee "Hey Eli.

Eli James IV "How's everything goin' down there?

Emma-Lee "Everything's goin just fine. No problems. Becky is wantin to leave, but I told her to wait til you came back.

Eli James IV "I'll be there tomorrow. Say, Emma.. would you do me a big favor?

Emma-Lee "Sure. Anything for you.

Eli James IV "Remember when you told me Eric came on to you and all?

Emma-Lee "Um. Yea, why?

Eli James IV "He confessed. Everything has been worked out. I left a voice mail on his phone and he left one back on mine confessing and apologizing. You know.. maybe you can go see him? See how he's doin. Take one of my sisters with ya to make sure he doesn't try anything again. Would ya do that for me?

Emma-Lee "Um. Yeah, sure will. I'll get Rachel to go with me. Thank you for protecting me.

Eli hangs up and calls Sal.

Sal Valencia "Hello? This is Sal. Sal Valencia. Attorney at Law. Defending God's people.

Eli James IV "It's Eli.

Sal Valencia "Hey! Calling about my new commercial? You like it don't you?

Eli James IV "Just wonderin if you talked to Eric lately?

Sal Valencia "He left me a voice mail, but I haven't listened to it yet.

Eli James IV "Go on and delete it. I've already talked with him. We're playin tag on voice mail. He doesn't answer me, and I don't answer him. You should join in the fun and just ignore his calls.

Sal Valencia "Eric isn't the type to want to play games. He's probably pretty angry that you didn't answer.

Eli James IV "Eric will be just fine. If he isn't, he will be shortly.

Sal Valencia "You got it. Whatever you want.

Eli James IV "A check is in the mail for ya, man. Don't forget to read the card.

Sal Valencia "Will do.

Eli and Sal hang up. Eli places his phone back in his pocket. The XWF crew guys are a little scared at the screaming coming from the barn. Eli signals them to follow him as they begin to walk again towards the barn.

Eli James IV "I know you wanna ask.. so go on. Ask away.

XWF Crew "Well, what's that screaming?

The crew begins taping Eli now.

Eli James IV "Some things are better left unknown. Ever since I arrived in this company, people have speculated who I am or what I'm about. There's many people 'round here trying to claim some sort of allegiance to a power the normal cannot know. Some claim a demon is with them.. some say a god is behind their power.. and some just ignore the mysterious and go about their life as normal. I can sum them all up in few words. Liars and Sinners.

I pleaded for everyone to listen. I told all to open their eyes to see the truth. They did what was expected.. ignored it. I came in knowing there's a high chance people would look at me and think I'm crazy,, nuts.. psychotic.. a lunatic. I understood what everyone may say or think about me and the message I've come to preach. It was a task I was prepared for. It was a journey I've been making for a long time.. a tough one at that.

Some people think I'm a dumb ole preacher from the south. Quickly I've denounced their view with simple logic. Ya think I'm some dumb idiot? Heh. Think all you want. Each time you mock me, I'll expose you.. and the fool will be shown for who they are.

Incredible People.. you know what the word Incredible even means? It means impossible or difficult to believe. I guess you boys got it right. Nobody believes your good. It's difficult to believe it with how terrible you boys are in the ring. You talk a big game, but have yet to show it much. Bring your whole team. It won't make any difference to the end result of the match at Leap of Faith. Elisha and I will be victorious. We will be the new tag team champions. And you'll go away as men who lost, and probably still call yourselves the Incredible People after the loss. It's expected of idiots.. the ignorant sinners this world offers.

Crimson and Knightmask can hope they retain and try to retain. Unfortunately, they also will lie in ruin and leave away without titles. Their tag team world will be shaken and they will leave knowing they were in the ring with a man who speaks the truth. A man of integrity and character. A man who worked hard to get to where he is and a man who has the Almighty on his side.

Let me warn everyone now the day is closing when it will slowly be revealed. At Leap of Faith, the end will begin. The cause I've preached will become more forceful and brighter. You will have no choice but to listen. The word of the Almighty will be spoken. Persecution will come to us but an eternal damnation will go to you.

I will never rest until the meaningless become your silence.. then it's over. You'll return to the sand. The fog will clear and you'll see me on the other side. It will hit you immediately. Everyone will say 'Eli was right!'. I will stand there and smile. You will fall into your own war while I stand victorious.

Enjoy your war without cause. Hurting yourselves and welcoming in the death you've all tried to avoid. Sleep well while you can because the dreams will vanish in thin air.. and be replaced with nightmares from the depth of hell.

You all mock me for my belief, yet it offers answers that you cannot provide. It satisfies every answer, but it also challenges your own formed opinion. Breathe in the lies you were taught. Depend on its oxygen. I will only depend on the words of the Almighty. It will satisfy my soul and quench my thirst.

The moon will turn to blood. The sun shall burn your skin. You'll beg for mercy and get pain instead. You'll ask for a quick death, but it'll be prolonged. Look around. Home is here. Solitude for the soul. A quiet river to cleanse yourself. A lasting place to grow crops and eat the food it gives. A word that's true. A foundation that cannot be broke or shattered. A place to gain a strong mind and to channel your strong will into purpose.

Shhh. Do you hear that? Of course you don't! Deaf ears will never hear his voice. Come to me and I will make you hear. Kneel yourself upon the altar and you will rise a new creation. The old will disappear and behold, new things will begin for you. A transformation of good will start. Enter into the light. Walk on the path of righteous and you shall be saved.

The people in the XWF listen to all these people trying to preach a message and think it's all the same. You see me and listen to my words and place me in a category will all the rest of them guys that talk about God or hell. Heh. There's quite a bit of differences between myself and everyone else.

Listen to me carefully Knightmask, Crimson Cobra, Matt Lennox, and Jack Killborn... Leap of Faith is the end. Elisha and I will become new tag team champions.. and the world will become witnesses of the next step in the journey. Before your eyes more questions will arise, but you will have to continue to wait. You will fall before me and see the truth. The light is slowly going to begin to flicker. A new team will arise. The message will continue.

And Eric... the truth always reveals itself when it sees fit. I know what the sleepless nights feel like. Hehe. You're not goin crazy are ya, boy? Focus. We have a match for titles. Don't worry about Lacey, Wallace, or even Knightmask. Something far greater is at work and you must realize that. Don't let your sight become blurred with revenge. Elisha.. in the end.. you'll see it. It will engrave itself upon you. You'll be marked.

Welcome to the end. ]]> <![CDATA[Tell Me a Story. No, No, A GOOD Story (RP #3)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4589 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 06:43:14 -0700 Tony Santos]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4589 Santos: Is this thing on?

Jeremy: Um, hold on.

As Jeremy checks the video camera, let's get into where we are. Heinz Field in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Home of XWF's Leap of Faith. Home to the Pittsburgh Steelers, Pittsburgh Penguins, and the suddenly successful Pittsburgh Pirates. Tony, while not a native Pittsburgher, has a surprisingly large amount of friends from high school who went to West Virginia University, a large state school about an hour and a half south of the city. He knew the city fairly well, and loved traveling to it. It was his home away from home. It's a cool Saturday morning before Leap of Faith, and the winds are telling us that Tony feels like ranting today.

Jeremy: Okay, we're good.

Jeremy points the camera at Tony, who in turn yanks it from Jeremy's meek little hands. Tony's hair is blowing a bit erratically in the breeze, cutting off his face a bit from the camera. His shirt, torn from jumping a fence to get inside of Heinz Field, lays on the ground.

Not being the best cameraman, Tony props the camera up towards his face, but accidentally hits the zoom button, which gives XWF fanatics an up close and personal view of the inner lining of his nostrils. Jeremy, noticing that Tony has no clue how to handle a camera, pulls it from Tony's hands, adjusts the zoom, and demonstrates how to properly hold a camera up to one's face. Tony takes the camera back, focuses on his face, and begins to walk around the ring.

Santos: Hi guys! Your buddy Santos here! I wanted to talk to my opponents for a bit... personally...

Stevie Tyler!

Agent Orange!

Alex Shawn...

Tony gives a facial expression similar to that of a baby having just smelled his own poop at the sound of Alex Shawn's name.

Ooh, as a narrator, I'm feeling a bit queasy as well.

Santos: Tonight, I rob each and every one of you of that sweet piece of gold... the Xtreme Championship... you know, the title that Tyler basically stole? Yeah, that's about to be mine. I've had two title shots in my short time here, but come up short to a certain Satellite each effing time. Not this time!

Not this time...

This is an Extreme Rules match. Basically, I'm free to do whatever I wish with each and every one of your worthless bodies. You may see me as a pretty boy (I'm talking to you, Orange), but please, PLEASE, don't forget that I took Satellite to the brink of destruction in our barbed wire steel cage match on Shove It a month ago. I made that man bleed, and trust me, I was hemorrhaging QUITE A BIT myself.

Jeremy: You know what hemorrhaging is, sir?

Santos: I listen to enough Fuel, kid.

Jeremy: Okay sir...

Tony, having looked away from the camera to talk to Jeremy, looks back at the lens and smiles.

Santos: Anyways, folks, I've gone through the drill with much tougher competition. I can handle this with ease. And I can CERTAINLY handle my opponents with ease.

Orange is apparently concerned that my subconscious homoerotic fantasies are going to make me do something as vile and horrid as, say, shoving a barbed wire bat up his anal cavity and ENJOY IT. Well, actually, that doesn't sound like the worst idea... thanks for the implicit suggestions, Orange! I'll be looking to shove some sharp instruments up some areas of your body that you've never had anything shoved before...

By the way, gentlemen watching, that reminds me, get a prostate exam, early and OFTEN! Prostate cancer is for LOSERS!

Jeremy: Sir...

Santos: Sorry I'm not sorry, kid. Lots of caffeine this morning.

ANYWAYS, remember this, children of my match tonight. You're facing a dangerous dude. A very, very dangerous dude. A man possessed... by demons. Oh, and there's me...

Here's the thing, folks. I need gold. I need it now. Is it to validate myself and my self-worth, mainly due to underlying daddy issues and vanity issues?

Pretty much.

I also want gold because I know that I deserve gold. I'm better than each and every one of these jokers that I'll be facing tonight. I know it, the kid knows it (even though he won't admit it), each of you watching knows it, and the locker room knows. Most importantly...

My opponents know it.

Alex Shawn is so incredibly intimidated by me that he prefaces his insults of me with saying that, well, Tony will probably come up with something clever. He knows that, in response to his words, I'm going to whip him into shape, carve him up like a slaughtered cow, and splatter his entrails all over the crowd, then fill the King's crown to the brim as a parting gift for the entitled fools in our main event tonight.

Alex Shawn knows he has no chance in hell of beating me, of even hurting me with his weak insults, that he spends his time complaining about backstage polls on our match, whining that he's the underdog, that I'm the guy to beat. Because, HEY, GUESS WHAT? He is the underdog. A weak little pup who's going to get rightfully beaten by a Doberman.

Agent Orange knows it. He knows it based on how I turned him into puppy chow last week... with the help of... well, my partner who shall not be named anymore in this promo...

Orange has to hurl accusations of homosexuality at me to try to hurt me at my CORE, and that's cute, because, he's a little child who apparently got lost in the fourth grade world of insults and could never claw his way out of elementary school. That's evident by the fact that he apparently spends his off-hours beating up little kids. He even sees us as children. Well, hey, good for him! While he's running scared from me in the ring, afraid that I'll molest him, I'll be busy doing my damnedest to finally grab that gold and becoming one of the popular kids in this XWF playground...

I'm putting it in terms that you can understand, Orange...

And Stevie. Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. You won that title with luck. You pinned a clinically brain dead Steve Davids, a man who's apparently lost his passion for the biz after a paltry few months. You took advantage, and won the title.

Hey, kudos! I'd have done the same thing! But here's the thing...

You're facing me now. I haven't lost my passion. I haven't lost a god damned bit of it. I'm hungrier than I've ever, ever been, and I'm going to eat you alive, sort of like how you eat a Domino's pizza after too many hits of the bong with your demon buddy. Don't worry, Stevie, you'll have plenty of time to relax and enjoy some fine stoner flicks when I've finished you off...

(don't get excited now, Orange...)

Tony takes the camera and pans the ring, then the levels of stands.

Santos: Take a good god damn look at this, Stevie... Orange... Shawn...

This place will be filled to the brim with hungry wrestling fans tonight. Tens of thousands of people, cheering me on. Yes, me. Pittsburghers love someone everyone else hates. I want each and every one of you to picture that now. Envision their bloodlust... their frothing at the mouth as they watch me punish each and every one of you for 15, 20, 30 minutes. As I humiliate and shame you for just daring to step in to the ring with me.

FEEL IT. Taste it.

Love it.

Tonight, you three make a mistake that many before you have made. You get in to the ring with someone who has nothing to lose. Someone who's lost plenty and doesn't give a damn if he forces a mother to cry over losing her baby.

Folks, tonight I look forward to painting this ring red with a wonderful mish-mash of your hepatitis-infested blood. Tonight...

I end each of you.

The scene fades to black.]]> Santos: Is this thing on?

Jeremy: Um, hold on.

As Jeremy checks the video camera, let's get into where we are. Heinz Field in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Home of XWF's Leap of Faith. Home to the Pittsburgh Steelers, Pittsburgh Penguins, and the suddenly successful Pittsburgh Pirates. Tony, while not a native Pittsburgher, has a surprisingly large amount of friends from high school who went to West Virginia University, a large state school about an hour and a half south of the city. He knew the city fairly well, and loved traveling to it. It was his home away from home. It's a cool Saturday morning before Leap of Faith, and the winds are telling us that Tony feels like ranting today.

Jeremy: Okay, we're good.

Jeremy points the camera at Tony, who in turn yanks it from Jeremy's meek little hands. Tony's hair is blowing a bit erratically in the breeze, cutting off his face a bit from the camera. His shirt, torn from jumping a fence to get inside of Heinz Field, lays on the ground.

Not being the best cameraman, Tony props the camera up towards his face, but accidentally hits the zoom button, which gives XWF fanatics an up close and personal view of the inner lining of his nostrils. Jeremy, noticing that Tony has no clue how to handle a camera, pulls it from Tony's hands, adjusts the zoom, and demonstrates how to properly hold a camera up to one's face. Tony takes the camera back, focuses on his face, and begins to walk around the ring.

Santos: Hi guys! Your buddy Santos here! I wanted to talk to my opponents for a bit... personally...

Stevie Tyler!

Agent Orange!

Alex Shawn...

Tony gives a facial expression similar to that of a baby having just smelled his own poop at the sound of Alex Shawn's name.

Ooh, as a narrator, I'm feeling a bit queasy as well.

Santos: Tonight, I rob each and every one of you of that sweet piece of gold... the Xtreme Championship... you know, the title that Tyler basically stole? Yeah, that's about to be mine. I've had two title shots in my short time here, but come up short to a certain Satellite each effing time. Not this time!

Not this time...

This is an Extreme Rules match. Basically, I'm free to do whatever I wish with each and every one of your worthless bodies. You may see me as a pretty boy (I'm talking to you, Orange), but please, PLEASE, don't forget that I took Satellite to the brink of destruction in our barbed wire steel cage match on Shove It a month ago. I made that man bleed, and trust me, I was hemorrhaging QUITE A BIT myself.

Jeremy: You know what hemorrhaging is, sir?

Santos: I listen to enough Fuel, kid.

Jeremy: Okay sir...

Tony, having looked away from the camera to talk to Jeremy, looks back at the lens and smiles.

Santos: Anyways, folks, I've gone through the drill with much tougher competition. I can handle this with ease. And I can CERTAINLY handle my opponents with ease.

Orange is apparently concerned that my subconscious homoerotic fantasies are going to make me do something as vile and horrid as, say, shoving a barbed wire bat up his anal cavity and ENJOY IT. Well, actually, that doesn't sound like the worst idea... thanks for the implicit suggestions, Orange! I'll be looking to shove some sharp instruments up some areas of your body that you've never had anything shoved before...

By the way, gentlemen watching, that reminds me, get a prostate exam, early and OFTEN! Prostate cancer is for LOSERS!

Jeremy: Sir...

Santos: Sorry I'm not sorry, kid. Lots of caffeine this morning.

ANYWAYS, remember this, children of my match tonight. You're facing a dangerous dude. A very, very dangerous dude. A man possessed... by demons. Oh, and there's me...

Here's the thing, folks. I need gold. I need it now. Is it to validate myself and my self-worth, mainly due to underlying daddy issues and vanity issues?

Pretty much.

I also want gold because I know that I deserve gold. I'm better than each and every one of these jokers that I'll be facing tonight. I know it, the kid knows it (even though he won't admit it), each of you watching knows it, and the locker room knows. Most importantly...

My opponents know it.

Alex Shawn is so incredibly intimidated by me that he prefaces his insults of me with saying that, well, Tony will probably come up with something clever. He knows that, in response to his words, I'm going to whip him into shape, carve him up like a slaughtered cow, and splatter his entrails all over the crowd, then fill the King's crown to the brim as a parting gift for the entitled fools in our main event tonight.

Alex Shawn knows he has no chance in hell of beating me, of even hurting me with his weak insults, that he spends his time complaining about backstage polls on our match, whining that he's the underdog, that I'm the guy to beat. Because, HEY, GUESS WHAT? He is the underdog. A weak little pup who's going to get rightfully beaten by a Doberman.

Agent Orange knows it. He knows it based on how I turned him into puppy chow last week... with the help of... well, my partner who shall not be named anymore in this promo...

Orange has to hurl accusations of homosexuality at me to try to hurt me at my CORE, and that's cute, because, he's a little child who apparently got lost in the fourth grade world of insults and could never claw his way out of elementary school. That's evident by the fact that he apparently spends his off-hours beating up little kids. He even sees us as children. Well, hey, good for him! While he's running scared from me in the ring, afraid that I'll molest him, I'll be busy doing my damnedest to finally grab that gold and becoming one of the popular kids in this XWF playground...

I'm putting it in terms that you can understand, Orange...

And Stevie. Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. You won that title with luck. You pinned a clinically brain dead Steve Davids, a man who's apparently lost his passion for the biz after a paltry few months. You took advantage, and won the title.

Hey, kudos! I'd have done the same thing! But here's the thing...

You're facing me now. I haven't lost my passion. I haven't lost a god damned bit of it. I'm hungrier than I've ever, ever been, and I'm going to eat you alive, sort of like how you eat a Domino's pizza after too many hits of the bong with your demon buddy. Don't worry, Stevie, you'll have plenty of time to relax and enjoy some fine stoner flicks when I've finished you off...

(don't get excited now, Orange...)

Tony takes the camera and pans the ring, then the levels of stands.

Santos: Take a good god damn look at this, Stevie... Orange... Shawn...

This place will be filled to the brim with hungry wrestling fans tonight. Tens of thousands of people, cheering me on. Yes, me. Pittsburghers love someone everyone else hates. I want each and every one of you to picture that now. Envision their bloodlust... their frothing at the mouth as they watch me punish each and every one of you for 15, 20, 30 minutes. As I humiliate and shame you for just daring to step in to the ring with me.

FEEL IT. Taste it.

Love it.

Tonight, you three make a mistake that many before you have made. You get in to the ring with someone who has nothing to lose. Someone who's lost plenty and doesn't give a damn if he forces a mother to cry over losing her baby.

Folks, tonight I look forward to painting this ring red with a wonderful mish-mash of your hepatitis-infested blood. Tonight...

I end each of you.

The scene fades to black.]]> <![CDATA[Surprise visit]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4588 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 06:29:54 -0700 ChrisLegend]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4588 Thanks for Tuning in folks!!
Your tuned in to the highest rated show on Monday Nights WWE Monday Night Raw.
Michael Cole, alongside JBL and my Partner WWE Hall of Famer, Jerry the King Lawler at ringsde.....

Folks we've got a jam packed show for you tonight as John Cena is set to take on Roman Reigns for the WWE Championship. John Cena envoking his rematch clause after losing the title Last night at Money in the Bank.
We've also got CM Punk set to take on.....

Before Cole can drop CM Punks opponent The Immortal Empire appear on the titan tron walking towards a set of double doors...

[limegreen]Michael Cole[/limegreen]
"I dont know what's going on folks......
"We seem to have two men interupting our broadcast.....
"Wait......Thats......
"Thats
"Chris Legend of.............

Chris Legend
For those numbskulls of the XWF who don't exactly know just who we are.....
Im the President of Pain... The Sultan of Xtreme... The Legends Legend, Chris Legend!!

The crowd still shocked at seeing Legend on a WWE titantron begin to boo......

Chris Legend
"And this.....
"This Wrecking Machine is Mike Mayhem, and Mayhem is exactly what we are not here to cause just prove a point." For far to long the WWE has dominated Sports Entertainment, and claiming to be the best when really they're the runner up....."
Just like that walking sack of Shi* Peter Gilmour!!!
"Anyway, we're outside and we are suited for war.....
"The war we are fighting is against those who parade around like they own the world......
"Gilmour is one such person. He parades around like he's some sort of badass when in fact he use to play dress up with his little sister. Hell, He lays in bed at night and cries at the man that he's become....
"Pathetic!!

The immortal Empire open the door, and from there surroundings the WWE fans can make out that the duo is in the backstage area....

Chris Legend
"See, we're looking for what this company would call great.... We're looking for someone who considers himself to be the best.......

Just as Legend finishes talking the duo walk past a dressing room with "John Cena" on the door..
Legend looks up at the name, then looks over at the camera....

Chris Legend
"Is it our lucky day or what.....

[limegreen]Michael Cole[/limegreen]
"We need security to the backstage area.....
"These two men do not belong backstage......"I hope they dont do it.....

King
"What are we witnessing right now......
"Get out of there John.....

Legend & Mike Mayhem storm the dressing room. As soon as they enter there are loud banging sounds echoing throughout the backstage area......
The cameraman tries to push the door open but it only pushes open just enough to see a glsss table shattered, and Cena laying in blood by the door........

TO Be continued]]> Thanks for Tuning in folks!!
Your tuned in to the highest rated show on Monday Nights WWE Monday Night Raw.
Michael Cole, alongside JBL and my Partner WWE Hall of Famer, Jerry the King Lawler at ringsde.....

Folks we've got a jam packed show for you tonight as John Cena is set to take on Roman Reigns for the WWE Championship. John Cena envoking his rematch clause after losing the title Last night at Money in the Bank.
We've also got CM Punk set to take on.....

Before Cole can drop CM Punks opponent The Immortal Empire appear on the titan tron walking towards a set of double doors...

[limegreen]Michael Cole[/limegreen]
"I dont know what's going on folks......
"We seem to have two men interupting our broadcast.....
"Wait......Thats......
"Thats
"Chris Legend of.............

Chris Legend
For those numbskulls of the XWF who don't exactly know just who we are.....
Im the President of Pain... The Sultan of Xtreme... The Legends Legend, Chris Legend!!

The crowd still shocked at seeing Legend on a WWE titantron begin to boo......

Chris Legend
"And this.....
"This Wrecking Machine is Mike Mayhem, and Mayhem is exactly what we are not here to cause just prove a point." For far to long the WWE has dominated Sports Entertainment, and claiming to be the best when really they're the runner up....."
Just like that walking sack of Shi* Peter Gilmour!!!
"Anyway, we're outside and we are suited for war.....
"The war we are fighting is against those who parade around like they own the world......
"Gilmour is one such person. He parades around like he's some sort of badass when in fact he use to play dress up with his little sister. Hell, He lays in bed at night and cries at the man that he's become....
"Pathetic!!

The immortal Empire open the door, and from there surroundings the WWE fans can make out that the duo is in the backstage area....

Chris Legend
"See, we're looking for what this company would call great.... We're looking for someone who considers himself to be the best.......

Just as Legend finishes talking the duo walk past a dressing room with "John Cena" on the door..
Legend looks up at the name, then looks over at the camera....

Chris Legend
"Is it our lucky day or what.....

[limegreen]Michael Cole[/limegreen]
"We need security to the backstage area.....
"These two men do not belong backstage......"I hope they dont do it.....

King
"What are we witnessing right now......
"Get out of there John.....

Legend & Mike Mayhem storm the dressing room. As soon as they enter there are loud banging sounds echoing throughout the backstage area......
The cameraman tries to push the door open but it only pushes open just enough to see a glsss table shattered, and Cena laying in blood by the door........

TO Be continued]]> <![CDATA[Preacher Payne: Break Down The Walls Of Jericho!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4586 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 04:54:45 -0700 Hunter Payne]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4586

-The scene is a Desert. Hunter Payne is Joyless as it is just him and desert-

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Payne: I tried... I tried showing Dante... but I was hoping others heard the message I was preaching... Nope, all other wrestlers saw was me just speaking to Dante, the reality is that Dante is just the figurehead for what is wrong here. I was hoping you would see through Dante and his problems and see your own! We are all sinners, but who repents? I have heard Jessie Diaz, and Luca Arzegotti talk about me and my righteousness. Call me a 'Jesus freak' or a 'priest'. That's fine. Because they are ignorant, They got WHO I was when I preached. But they failed to GET the message I preached about! Do not take away from my testimony who I was, Take away what I said. GOD is the Judge! Not John Madison, Not Paul Heyman, not Barack Obama, GOD is the Judge.

-Hunter Payne takes a walk down the desert and the camera follows-

Payne: Some here persecute me. But whether you're Christian, Catholic, Jewish; we all have been persecuted before for our religious beliefs, It's nothing new... Now I can understand how certain wrestlers can't grasp the concepts of what I preach. This could be ignorance or it could just be stupidity. So today we're going to try something different and go in little baby steps so nobody gets lost (Glimour), but in all fairness I did know coming into this company that it was filled with a bunch of intolerant unsaved souls. But don't worry lost children, Your teacher is here. Alright, I'm going to link a story from God's word, into simpler things so that you can all of you uneducated (Glimour) can understand. So what do wrestlers understand? Wrestling.

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CHRIS JERICHO...

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Chris Jericho is respected wrestler around the world. A favorite of many. The best in the world at what he does. Now take it a step further... Jericho...

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-Apparently it was a very popular TV show as well-

Jericho was a city in Biblical times.

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You know 'The Walls Of Jericho' as Chris Jericho's submission finisher...

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The Walls of Jericho term was derived from Walls that guarded a city called... You guessed it! Jericho.

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-Pictured: My future wedding cake-

CHRIS JERICHO...

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-Apparently it was a very popular TV show as well-

Jericho was a city in Biblical times.

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You know 'The Walls Of Jericho' as Chris Jericho's submission finisher...

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The Walls of Jericho term was derived from Walls that guarded a city called... You guessed it! Jericho.

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Payne: Did you get all of that (Peter Gilmour)? I know it was a lot of information for you to take in, But it is about to get a lot more challenging. Lots of bigger
words so pay attention (Gilmour). It's story time...

-Hunter Payne pulls out a chair right there in the desert, and pulls out a small book from his back pocket, sits down and begins reading-

Payne: Ok, this story starts with Moses dead. Moses was that guy with the Ten Commandments. (Gilmour) The Ten Commandments were like ten laws God wants you to follow, Even though some people break a few, like not using the Lords name in vain (Mystery Feder). And others like to break all the Commandments (Dante Kyllen).

Payne: Now after Moses died, God appointed Joshua to take his place. Joshua however felt that he wasn't good enough to take Moses's spot (Luca Arzegotti with John Madison). But God basically said 'Don't be scared, because I will be with you always', just like He is always with us.

"Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." -Joshua 1:9

Payne: God had Joshua lead the Israelites, And it lead them to the Battle Of Jericho. But remember (Glimour) Jericho had walls protecting it. But a few Israelites were able to sneak in, and they stayed at a prostitute's (Jessie Diaz) house. This Prostitute however, knew these men were sent by God. Her name was Rahab, and she had also helped them escape back to the outside of the walls.

Payne: Now God had a plan to BREAK THE WALLS DOWN! Again Chris Jericho comes up, but anyway, The plan was to have the Israelite soldiers to march around the city in silence, while priests carried the Ark of the Covenant (Think Indiana Jones, Gilmour), and blew trumpets for 6 days!

Payne: And on the 7th day, they marched around the city wall 7 times!
Then all the men shouted, and the Walls of Jericho came down! Rahab and her family were the only ones sparred. All of Jericho's treasury was given to the Lord. THE END.

Payne: I hope you made it through that Biblical story without help from your mommy (Glimour) or burning (Kyllen) or leaving unexpectedly (Feder Sr)... So most preachers would preach this to explain obedience, and how Joshua would obey God no matter what. You XWF wrestlers need to be preached on obedience to God for sure. But this isn't it. I told you this story from the Bible in a simpler vernacular for two reasons. One, I wanted the slower brains (Gilmour) to understand about The Battle Of Jericho. And two, because I wanted everybody to grasp the idea that Rock, Dean, and I are the Israelites and The Trio Tag Champs are the Walls of Jericho.

Payne: See from the outside world your 'Wall' looks unbreakable. Nobody has even attempted to battle you and break your 'wall' (until me!). Much like the people of Jericho you assume nobody can get through your 'wall'. You don't even know if we have somebody helping us on the inside (Glimour perhaps?). You think because you have this big 'wall' up you won't have to see God (Kyllen), You see the Israelites (us) and you underestimate what Faith and obedience will do to your 'wall'. And when it's over your 'Treasury' will be out of bad company (Kyllen... Well all three of you actually), and be closer to the Lord.

Payne: We are on our 7th day of our walk, the trumpets are blowing, and soon your treasury will be ours... tonight, we are going to BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!!!

-Camera shuts off immediately-]]> <![CDATA[Your UFO title is mind!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4583 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 04:28:55 -0700 Adam Rollins]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4583
"You call the rest of us jobbers, well have you looked in the mirror lately?" Adam laughs a little and says "what do we have in this match-a guy who puts legend as his last name ( bet he was tease in school), somebody who calls himself 'Death Merchant' (Something tells me he goes the other way if you know what I mean..). a Reaper...?(Really?), and you, me, and Jason E. Smith. I am the best in that ring, just as I am the best in this company, and on this planet, and I intend to prove it at Leap of Faith!"

"When you and the rest of the jobbers stand in the ring with me, and you look into my eyes and into my soul, you will see that I am the devil himself, and I have the fury of hell with me. Take care of my title, Gilmour, I'll be coming to get it."

2 people walk by talk. Adam all of a sudden attacks them before lifing them both onto my shoulders and gives them both a Death Vally Driver on to a table at the same time, leaving the 2 men covered in blood as the video fades to black."]]>
"You call the rest of us jobbers, well have you looked in the mirror lately?" Adam laughs a little and says "what do we have in this match-a guy who puts legend as his last name ( bet he was tease in school), somebody who calls himself 'Death Merchant' (Something tells me he goes the other way if you know what I mean..). a Reaper...?(Really?), and you, me, and Jason E. Smith. I am the best in that ring, just as I am the best in this company, and on this planet, and I intend to prove it at Leap of Faith!"

"When you and the rest of the jobbers stand in the ring with me, and you look into my eyes and into my soul, you will see that I am the devil himself, and I have the fury of hell with me. Take care of my title, Gilmour, I'll be coming to get it."

2 people walk by talk. Adam all of a sudden attacks them before lifing them both onto my shoulders and gives them both a Death Vally Driver on to a table at the same time, leaving the 2 men covered in blood as the video fades to black."]]> <![CDATA[RP5 = I see you.. (brief 1 on 1 w/ Sid about a few select douche bags)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4580 Fri, 12 Jul 2013 23:07:23 -0700 Sid Feder]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=4580

:3 x Better:
Let's talk some shit about some guys (and a bitch) who are slated to receive a thorough mauling at the hands of the returning Three Times Better Sid Feder. I'm not coming back to active competition in the XWF just to wrestle -- I'm coming in to solidify my spot as the #1 man in this company and from there the entire wrestling business.

Well if we're going to talk about the guys who are taking a back seat to Mr. Lethal Lotto we should probably talk about Brian Braxton. If he wins this match I will kill myself on the spot.

That takes care of him. I couldn't say that about a person unless I know they were pretty damn bad at their job as a wrestler.

Next up -- Jesse Diaz. I'll say one thing about Jesse; she's the type that makes me want to say: if she wins this match I will kill myself on the spot.

That's right I'll even go on to make the same declaration against Dean McGayvern! If that fucking talentless hack with a hard on for little boys and girls somehow wins this match, I will fucking kill myself that very instant! Shit, and that's the defending champion I'm talking about when I say that. How much must it hurt to be the guy who is champ but hear one of your challengers say he'll slit his own throat if you beat him? And it's coming from a guy who doesn't say this shit as hit regular schtick. It's not like you can backtrack through my shit and I tell everyone I face I'm going to kill myself if they win. I mean I may have said it once or twice to somebody who doesn't matter, but does anybody even remember? Obviously not since I won those matches and therefore no bloodshed of a fatal nature was had.

Well I'm saying it, Dean -- you fucking blow so god damn bad as European Champion that I guarantee you I will leave this Earth if you win this fucking match. I don't dare even try to exist in a world where a Dean McGayvern can win a match that a Sid Feder is in. That sounds like many layers past Hell and far into a nether realm of bizarre happenings, such as Alex Shawn and Chris Legend knowing how to utilize the English language for something other than a whoopee cushion.

So now the count is Three -- I've claimed that I'll take my own life if any one of those three people wins this match. Dean, Jesse and Brian.

Should I also make the same claim about John Austin and Nightmare? What do you think? Can anybody think of any good jokes off the top of their head if you combine the thought of suicide and massive exposure to Nightmare? Would I really be the only one killing myself if that somehow became the European Champion instead of Sid Feder? Let's take one out of left field here and ask -- does anybody know what the fuck was going on with this shit?

Quote:Nightmare is still stood atop the cliff face looking out to sea. He has stopped thinking about his failed mission to remove the evil king Madison from the throne. He will not accept this as a failure as he did not fail.

:3 x Better:
That scene confused the shit out of me Three Times over! After that I just stopped replaying it and trying to understand it but it almost as if Nightmare is going out of his way to have his really lousy narrator contradict himself and state opposite facts of what Nightmare claims. Let's move on and listen to this shit; straight from Nightmare's mouth now, I guess..

Quote:The reason this is my time and not any of the others, no Sid Feder, not Jessie Diaz or John Austin is because I have already lived and walked through hell. I have been to hell and I have moved past it. This match is built for me and I will not fail again.

:3 x Better:
But Nightmare -- did you know your crackpot narrator just claimed that you're not acknowledging it as a failure because it's not one? Yeah, it doesn't make much sense to me either now that I think of it but it's what I witnessed.

Nightmare? Why doesn't your narrator know you're as big of a failure as you know you are? If you're talking about not wanting to fail again, that's good! That's so good buddy, because it means you're not living in denial. Somebody didn't give your narrator the memo that you're capable of living in reality. His dumb as sat there and clear-as-day made a statement that you weren't taking it as a failure because you did not fail. What a pro!

So are we all starting to understand why I don't even need to make my suicide comment about this big fuckin' goof? The other's gave me nothing else to work with because they either didn't say jack shit or they spent most of their time badmouthing John Austin -- Eeeeasy! That's Jesse's way out; talk about John Austin. Well that was entertaining you waste of a man's spot in this match, but how about you get the fuck out and call us when you learn to pick up your game? That'll probably be the same damn time that you grow a set of nuts and a dick!

Which still, sadly enough, will be before John Austin grows a fuckin' set. Is there anybody here who hasn't heard this guy whine and moan about how he's going to get his ass sliced and diced at Leap Of Faith? This needs a lot more than whatever medications he is taking because he's about the biggest pussy I've ever met in my entire life.

Do you know what really pissed me off about one of his recent pussy ass stunts? I was watching some fuckin' promo of his and finally, we are led to believe there might be a chance that John Austin will shoot himself as a favor to all of us!

He pulls the trigger and . . . . nothing happens. Shit!

So then to make things worse, he fuckin' speaks! Yeah! I know, right? What the fuck!

Anyway, he says this horse crap-

Quote:You thought I was going to end my life? this ain't f*cking shock theater you dumbasses. I am not that lost child of the storm Sid Feder. Sid comes into our match as the top dog, if you want to be the best in this company, you have to defeat Sid Feder and I am going to do that at Leap of Faith. You see I have to go through four other people as well. A Seattle slut, Brian Braxton, a child molester and ...Nightmare. All these individuals are pieces of shit. They are the scum of this earth and they all should THANK Paul Heyman for letting them have the chance to rub elbows with Mr. Wrestling.

:3 x Better:
Well I don't usually call myself Mr. Wrestling but thank you for realizing that you and everyone else should be thankful for the privilege of stepping into the ring with Three Times Better Sid Feder in his official return match! What else is that you just said though? Did you call the child molester a piece of shit and the scum of the Earth? Nightmare and Brian Braxton too, huh? I'm guessing the referee too, right? I mean not very many people can hope to measure up to John Austin's standards -- what?

John Austin? Can you run that by me again?

Oh? You don't know what I'm asking you for?

The reason you think you can call a child molester a piece of shit or the scum of the Earth. I think I missed what makes you any better than a child molester. What do you do again that makes you so great? I guess what you physically are doing might also depend on if you're taking your meds but the truth of the matter is no amount of medication will help you in your battle with Sid Feder. I'm a man who knows no wrong -- I'll do whatever it takes and go along with any fuckin' whim I have at any random time. If I'm in the ring beating your miserable ass and I see flashes of you with steel embedded into your face, then I'm going to grab those steel steps and crush you underneath them. Now just imagine all the possibilities that a mind like mine can see in a quick flash during a match of our magnitude. Hell In A Cell -- I'll let you use your imagination and try to prepare for the worst.

One day you're talking about how Sid Feder is crazy and is going to destroy you, which you rightfully should be thinking, but then the next time I hear you open your mouth you're talking down to child molesters and jobbers? What gives you the fucking right? Piss off with that shit!

I wish somebody in my own match gave me more to talk about but they're all pretty much just there for added amusement to the fans on my way to claiming the European Title. What the fuck else should I talk about during this free air time I've got? Well I suppose I could talk about John Madison because, as usual, he's had to try really hard to explain hand picked facts in a meticulous order in an effort to make himself look better than a Feder. I'm pretty sure the most recent time it was an attempt against my father because John still can't get over the fact that Mister Mystery not only beat him-

--but also is the reason John was able to go on to "win" the Gauntlet.

John Madison explains the story rather funny, as if something somewhere had failed to get accomplished on our part. Even though John mentioned how we branded him real nice with our name and that great phrase (the Feder's were here [[with an arrow pointing to his ass]]), he went on to explain the rest of the night as some kind of accomplishment on his part.

Yes! He did!

My father, along with Unknown Soldier and myself -- hell even Flo got involved! -- we all fucked Johnny up so bad after that Trio match that his entire body was incapable of feeling pain. Do you really think that some wrestling move being done to him by a participant in the Gauntlet was going to hurt him nearly as much as having fire blown in his face or being branded? He got sliced, roasted and squashed.

Oh, and from there he went on to do what again? If you ask King Madison he will tell you that he went on to defeat everyone in the entire Gauntlet. It's a cute tactic to overstate your success when you win something fairly; take John Madison for example and imagine for a moment that he'd won the Gauntlet fairly -- he actually defeated the people he encountered with his own wrestling ability or even his own cunning tricks. Imagine it.

It's not easy, is it? For those of you who watched the Gauntlet, you have a hard time holding back your laughter anytime John Madison dares to bring up its name. Unlike John, you remember it well. You sometimes will roll your eyes and turn to your little nephew or little cousin who goes "oooooh" as they listen to Johnny's comments because those comments do sound good when he says them, but as soon as you show your nephew the youtube video of John Madison's Gauntlet City highlights, they look back at everything John just tried to point out in his own favor and they'll laugh themselves into a coma.

Oh, dear King of the XWF -- please don't ever change your ways. For if you traded in your ability to make people confused about whether they'd rather laugh at you or upchuck their lunch, what would you have left? Not even the crown.

Not even the crown.

Because the moment you're no longer amusing to Shane

, he'll stop having you play the King.

Oh shit! What was that? Did somebody say something? I could have sworn I heard somebody try to interrupt me while I was talking about our dear, worthless, bedpan of a king. Was that somebody from my match?

Oh holy shit!

Did somebody from my European Championship match finally have something to actually say? Something that actually holds weight and is worth note?

Who could it be?

You guys aren't going to believe this.

Which one of my opponents do you think I just caught something good from? I mean this shit is brand new -- just aired -- and I've got the scoop.

Come on guys.. which one of my opponents finally had something worth a damn to say?

Wait for it.

Wait for it..

Wait for it...

Wait for it....

Stop waiting for it.

Yes, I said stop waiting for it because there's not a damn one of them who said shit! At this point I'm just going to call it.

They KNOW better.

Not a god damn one of my opponents is going to dare open their mouth about me before our match, and that's a fact that nobody better try and prove wrong. Keep your mouth shut, Nightmare. Keep your pussy closed too, John Austin.

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Quote:Nightmare is still stood atop the cliff face looking out to sea. He has stopped thinking about his failed mission to remove the evil king Madison from the throne. He will not accept this as a failure as he did not fail.

Quote:The reason this is my time and not any of the others, no Sid Feder, not Jessie Diaz or John Austin is because I have already lived and walked through hell. I have been to hell and I have moved past it. This match is built for me and I will not fail again.

Quote:You thought I was going to end my life? this ain't f*cking shock theater you dumbasses. I am not that lost child of the storm Sid Feder. Sid comes into our match as the top dog, if you want to be the best in this company, you have to defeat Sid Feder and I am going to do that at Leap of Faith. You see I have to go through four other people as well. A Seattle slut, Brian Braxton, a child molester and ...Nightmare. All these individuals are pieces of shit. They are the scum of this earth and they all should THANK Paul Heyman for letting them have the chance to rub elbows with Mr. Wrestling.

Noon AM

Albany, California

???-Present

Love makes us do some crazy things, does it not? It can make a man act as if he was made into something worthwhile in this crazy world that we all inhabit. Such was the case for poor Luca, falling in love with someone of his own class. Victoria Serapin wasn't a stranger to the criminal life Luca inherited, she inherited her own loyalty to Heiman. A loyalty than ran a lot deeper than Luca knew, a lot deeper than Luca wanted to know existed.

The hospital room was dingy, as if it wasn't cleaned thoroughly in days. Some douchebag in all white was leaning over the bed, blocking the view of the patient from everyone else in the room. He was speaking fast, in a tone that denoted that he had asked these very same questions multiple times that day. Pushing open the door to the room was young man, late teens/early twenties at the oldest. On his cheeks and chin were the stupidest looking patch of facial hair in existence, but you probably still recognize him.

Luca.

His eyes widened, jaw hanging open as if needed to be wired. In the back of his wide open eyes was a fire, a longing to do something heinous to whoever was responsible for the patient's situation. The doctor or whatever he was walked over to the younger version of Luca, and impatiently said with a courteous smile:

"Can you please wait outside for a moment?"

With the phoniest smile he could muster (to match the feigned concern in the man's voice) Luca thought to himself, what was the nicest way to say "No, I can't wait outside, go fuck yourself."?

"Is it a problem if I stay here?"

Close enough, Luca thought as he watched the Doctor's facial expressions. He tilted his head to the side, almost as if unsure of the answer to the question. Why is he unsure? He probably got this question thirteen times a day. Why was this the time he was struggling to pull out an answer?

"Not necessarily, but the patient may not want you here is my concern."

Luca pushed his way past the man in white and to a chair that was at the opposite end of the room, at the foot of the bed. He sat down in it, looking back forth from the wall to the bed, rapidly enough to keep the identity of the patient concealed, but he knew who it was already.

That was the part that was killing him.

He hung his head in his hands for what felt like hours as the doctor ran tests, tests, and more tests. The longer he stared at the ground, the more the pattern on the tile began to move. Nothing too remarkable, just something he noticed (or invented) to help him pass the time as he waited for the doctor to take his sweet fucking time getting the hell out of the room.

Finally, when it seemed like he was going to start splitting the cost of the hospital stay with them, the doctor exits the room. Rushing to action, in case he were to come back at any second, Luca hops out of the chair and hurries over to the side of the bed. There, he stares long and hard into the eyes of the patient.

Victoria.

Her face bruised and caked with blood. The usual smile on her face replaced with a pained expression, her normally wide open eyes drooping.

"I came as soon as I got the call. Do you remember what happened?"

She looked around momentarily, tying to regain her bearings. Rapidly she shakes her head back and forth, trying to shake the confusion out of her head, but failing miserably.

"All I remember is a blur, and then I see the lights for the first time."

He assumed she meant the lights in the room, because what other lights where there?

"Look, I know I can't really promise much, but I promise that I won't let anyone hurt you like this again."

And sometimes, love can make us say some really crazy things...

Fast forwarding to just a couple of months ago, Luca feels the splatter of blood against his shirt and jeans. Whose blood was it?

Victoria's.

A sudden rush of necessity, a her or me mindset was what was crossing his mind when he pulled the trigger and ended her life. Not thinking about his feelings for her or the future he wanted to have, one where Heiman was dead and that they could settle down together. A life that he never got to live and she would never get to see. All because of one action he took.

It was as simple as the flip of a switch.

What Luca wouldn't give to go back to the past.]]> Act 10: Instability

Noon AM

Albany, California

???-Present