<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Relentless Day 1 (August 22nd) PPV RP Archive]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Tue, 02 Jun 2026 20:20:52 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[McKayla... Where Are You?]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14571 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 12:27:35 -0700 Zoey Ryback]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14571 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Phoenix, Arizona, Present Day

Friday, the beginning of XWF's three day wrestling event, as crowds pack the parking lot for the XWF's pregame show, a sense of community falls across the stadium. Fans coming from far and wide to meet their favourite stars who week in and week out give their all for the fans. All throughout the crowd is music, cheering, autograph booths, and for some reason people pouring ice buckets on each other. But far away from the festivities of the day, something else is in the air. The camera pans away, floating over the city, passed the buildings and out onto the sand. Smoke stacks can be seen in the distance, passed a set of old warehouses. We settle in finally as the camera circles one of the many abandoned factories, Five stories, the pillars are cracking and parts of the building have been chipped off, revealing the rebar skeleton. We can see two men standing on the roof, almost like a parking deck, they lean over the side, looking down at a set of cars rolling up into the lot. The two JV Agents, Zeke Tryton, and Drake Williams.

Zeke Tryton - "So how sure are you that this is going to work?"

Drake Williams - "I'm very sure."

"If your going through all this trouble, we might be able to just put an end to this right here."

"No, Five said he definitely needs to bring this girl in, we have no other choice."

Zeke nods his head, lighting a cigarette and looking down at the men now getting out of their cars, a group of Russian mobsters.

"What about everyone else?"

"Collateral has never been an issue for anyone, it really doesn't matter. So long as we open that window."

Zeke nods

"This operation of yours is going to make alot of noise, if we drop the ball this could go south in a big way."

"Thats why neither of us will be dropping the ball, this is as straightforward as it gets, we are only going to get this one shot. He sent us everything we needed, now all we need is perfect execution."

Zeke notices the Russians are packing alot of firepower, he ashes his smoke and signals for Drake to take notice.

"What you want to do about these guys, they are definitely turning into quite the wild-cards."

"It looks like Mr. McBride is walking into a trap, should be fun to watch."

"What if they kill them?"

Drake smiles to himself momentarily, considering the fact that the Russians do have enough firepower to possibly end this entire plan.

"How long has it been since you put in work?"

Zeke smiles.

"Not too long."

"Well what do you say we help Zoey and the gang out a bit."

Zeke nods his head, a smile still painted on his face, he mashes the cigarette butt against the edge of the building and the two men step off.

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Rolling out into the desert, something in the back of my head doesn't feel quite right. After getting the low-down on what the deal was from Michael, the only thing I really understood about what we were doing was running a bit of security. Unless something bigger was going down I didn't understand why they needed the three of us driving out into the desert to meet with these guys. Michael assured us that it would just be a drop, pick up the money and head back. But there was something, like a thorn in my side, telling me there was somehow alot more to this than he was telling us. I sat in the backseat with Kayla, Michael and Nick in the front, I kept looking at him, because really, as much as Nick said we could trust the IRA I didn't. The two cars behind us, the look in Michael's eye, I could see it when he would check his rearview. Why did he look like he was mentally preparing, why did we need so many men? McKayla was playing around on her phone, I tapped her on the shoulder, she needed to focus up.

Zoey Ryback - "Hey, your head in this Kay?"

She tucked her phone into her pocket, nodding her head.

McKayla Ryback - "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little nervous."

"You know I didn't want you out here, its a fucked up situation. I just need to know you've got a good head, right?"

"Yeah, I got it. Its just new to me, you know?"

"I know, but just stay calm, remember to think, no matter what is happening you have to be able to think."

"Yeah, but this isn't like, a bad situation is it? We're just going there and coming back."

I knew something else was up, but to keep her calm I knew I Couldn't tell her that, I hesitated a minute, shouldn't have done that.

"Ye-- Yeah. Its gonna be fine, but whatever happens, just stay close to me alright?"

She raises her eyebrows, worried, I rubbed her head playfully and smiled wanly. I looked to the front seat where Nick had been listening to the conversation, I Could tell he knew something was up too, but we both knew we had to keep her mind off it until it happened.

Nick Cagero - "So McKayla, do you really think you can get us that information? From the cloud servers I mean.

She instantly perks up.

"Yeah I can get it, its just a matter of breaking through the firewall, its easy to get data if its in the process of streaming, but as far as stuff thats already stored on the server, its going to take time, at least I'll be able to tap you in so you can run sort of... a scanner I guess? Just to see what they are up to."

The more McKayla talked, I was actually kind of impressed that my little sister knew so much about what she was talking about. I hadn't even known her to be... the "Hacker" type of person. She did spend alot of time on the computer though so really, what should I have expected.

"Well how long do you think it will take before we have enough to take public?"

"I dont know, if they are as serious as you say they are the entire process might take some time. You think that just making information like that open to the people is going to hurt them enough to make them stop what their doing?"

Michael McBride - "Didn't seem to work the last time."

"Thats why we're here now, because its going to take more, alot more.

Mike nodded his head.

"And how much Irish Blood is going to have to be sacraficed for this goal of yours, ay?"

A Reasonable question.

"Listen Michael, if this could go any other way, believe me we would be more than happy to make it happen, but as it seems right now, we are being pushed to an extreme we don't really want. Whatever the cost is all of us are going to have to pay something."

I saw him looking in the rearview mirror, at McKayla sitting next to me, he looked at her, and then at me.

"How much are you willing to pay lass?"

I nodded my head, looking at the floorboards, I knew what he meant, but No, I wasn't going to pay as much as he was eluding to."

"Everything I can stand to give, Michael. Trust me when I Say I never wanted any of this for myself."

"Well, its been a long time coming, it will help out alot of people out here if the government would take their fingers out of our business."

As we rounded the corner, a set of smoke stacks could be seen at the end of the road, along with a bunch of run down buildings, looked like no one had been out here in a long time. The skeletons of old trailors, large stone structures lining the sides of the road, almost like tombstones to the industrial park that used to be out here. Michael rolled down the window and signalled for the convoy to pull over. I looked at Nick a bit confused, Nick shook his head, don't ask questions. We stepped out of the cars as Michael addressed his men.

"Alright guys, this ain't gonna be easy, I need 5 minutes to get everything in play, make sure they are where they need to be, if you see the red flare blow off, swing in as fast as you can."

McKayla pulled at my shirt.

"Zoey what are we doing?"

"Uhh I dont know."

Michael popped the back of the SUV open, since we had been riding there had been a large box in the back of the truck, covered by a sheet, I hadn't asked questions about it. He pulled the sheet off to reveal a weapons box, he punched a code into the panel and the metal case popped open. Sliding forward was a platform tiered from smallest to biggest. At the top were three assault rifles, an M4, an M27-IAR, and an AEK-971, I liked holo-scopes so I grabbed the AEK. Nick picked up the IAR and Michael grabbed his M4.

"uhhh okay... what do I get? Good intentions?"

"As devastating as Good Intentions are little lady, I Think your going to need something that packs a little more of a punch."

The next tier of weaponry is submachine guns, a P90, PP-2000 and UMP-45 lined up in holsters. Michael grabs the P90 and checks it over, it has a ACOG scope, and a foregrip, the pattern on the sides is kind of a tiger stripe.

"This seems to fit, low recoil, 50 round clip, should be easy to get used to even if we get into a messy situation."

He throws the weapon to McKayla is catches it out of the air. She puts it to her shoulder and looks down the sight.

"Hows it feel?"

"Its really light, I like the design on it."

"Well it shoots fast, you might have a problem hanging onto it if your not ready."

"I think I got it Nick, I'm not a dumbass."

Michael laughs as he spins his finger in the air, saddle up.

"McKayla, nows not the time to try and be a badass, I need to know you've got this."

We jump into the truck and she looks off for a moment, thinking about the situation, she turns to me, nodding her head.

"Yeah, I got this."

"Alright Mike, I think its time you told us exactly what we are walking into."

"It would appear your right, I might have used a little bit of deception when asking you to come on this little errand of mine. The Russians, have begun to make it a little bit more trying in recent months than we would like. This is the only time I'm going to be able to make it to this side of the country to make sure that this is handled the best way possible, and now here we are, the Russians believe they are walking into an arms deal, called in some of the heads of the ring here in Phoenix, as well as Las Vegas, big money is on the table right now, that coupled with the fact that none of these men are walking away from this meeting, should set the IRA above them in a big way."

I Fucking knew it.

"So your walking us into a shoot-out with a set of Russians? Not just any Russians, the ring leaders? Michael, you definitely like to play shit too close to the chest."

"Wouldn't have it any other way Lass."

We rolled around the corner onto a dirt path leading to a tall building, its walls breaking under the pressure of terrible up-keep. The windows had been all broken out, the metal lining the outside walls were rusted, peices of the rebar poked out through the cracks in the stone. Around the back of the building were a line of vehicles, a single man stood at the front of the convoy, a machine gun at his side. He signalled for us to stop, and to follow him, he began walking before the three of us could get out of the car.

"Okay guys, safety's off, stay frosty."

Right, Frosty.

"McKayla....

She looked up at me, I knew what I wanted to say... But for some reason I didn't. I rubbed the back of her head and opened the door. Michael snatches his backpack from the center of the two of us and gets out. The man lead us to the second story of the building. Where there was an old elevator, a generator had been started to put juice back into the lines of the old building. He pushed the gate open and all of us stepped into the elevator, it was another three stories to the roof. The Russian pushed the button and as the elevator began to move Michael grabbed the man from behind, forcing a switchblade into his neck, there was a moment of struggle before the man fell against the ground. Nick and Michael nodded at each other, knowing that if it wasn't before, it was officially go time. I felt my heart begin to pound, and I saw McKayla's fingers tighten around the weapon. As we reached the roof, I could see them, four Russians standing in the center, briefcases in hand. Michael pushed the gate open and stepped out onto the roof.

"What you say Visili? What do you say?"

The Russian seemed a bit surprised, as well as the men standing around him, noticing their man on the floor of the elevator, a pool of blood growing quickly around him. Michael leads us, stearnly and confindently walking towards the four men standing in the center of the roof.

Visili - "Michael McBride, I think you and I both know what needs to be said."

"Mother Russia doesn't own this part of the states anymore, aye? This is My Country."

"Once again Michael, your drunking arrogance will get you into more trouble than your ready for I think."

"Michael Hold up."

Nick whispers, but its too late, the stairs on either side of the roof open. Men pouring from the darkness, guns drawn and aimed directly towards us. Within a few seconds the number of Russians on the roof goes from Four, to Twenty almost instantaneously. McKayla goes to raise her weapon but I catch it midway, forcing it back to her side.

"I knew it was far fetched that Michael McBride himself would come all this way into the desert, for such a small amount of money, I knew there was something about your operation that wasn't quite right. And now look, you've gotten your friends, as well as yourself, Killed."

My heart sinks, and I feel sick to my stomach, looking around at the barrels of the weapons now pointed at us, I grip McKayla's hand. But then I Hear it, a soft rumble in the distance, the sound of some type of engine. As it gets closer, everyone begins to hear it too, the crowd looks around in all directions. But then I catch it, my vision zooms... a Predator Drone. I tap Nick on the shoulder and point it out. I look around to see everyone is still pre-occupied, I shove McKayla to the ground.

"NOW!"

I dive, lying as flat on the ground as I can pumping out rounds as fast as I can, Nick does the same, but Michael charges forward, spraying directly at Visili, and the men standing around him, they dont have a chance. Nick fazes, to the set of men on the right, grabbing the first's weapon and throwing it, the force sticks it through the chest of the next man in the row, with an uppercut he sends the kid flying over the edge of the building. The stairways are behind a stone railing on Nick's side, I grab McKayla and run, throwing her down just as bullets skip off the ground all around us. Both of us Blind fire over the top of the railing, trying to give Nick and Michael as much cover as we can. Then I hear it, a soft pop sound, I raise my head over the railing, I am suddenly terrified, the Predator Drove just fired.

"INCOMING!!!!"

The missile collides with the floor just below us, rocking the entire building and sending the shockwave up the stairs, smoke, and flames along with it. I grab McKayla and throw her over the railing. The force from the explosion had knocked everyone off their feet. McKayla is quick to recover, spraying rounds towards the men on the other side of the Roof, dropping them quickly. We have almost evened the odds in a couple of seconds. I look to the drone, which is now swooping back around. Michael and Nick are quick to finish off whats left of the Russian threat. Michael pulls the flare gun out of his pack and fires it into the air, a streak of red.

"The Drones Coming Back around we have to get the fuck off this roof!"

"No Time Cover!"

I hear it again, the soft pop, I push McKayla to the ground and lay ontop of her, but again the drone strike hits the floor beneath us, its not going for us, its trying to take down the building.

"We have to get the fuck out of here!

Its then I see it, a Helicopter, a UH-60 Helicopter rising from behind the smoke stacks.

"Michael Is That Us!?"

He shakes his head, I reload my weapon, slamming another clip into it as the helicopter makes its approach. As it begins to circle I can see two men standing inside, one on a computer, and the other looking down at us, at me. His short hair blowing to the side, a denim vest almost like mine, he smiles at me. Who the fuck is this guy? The drone is coming around for another pass, Nick grabs me and we run for the stairs, but another rocket slams into the side of the building, and its finally had enough, the building shakes and rumbles, knocking all of us to the ground. I hear a loud groaning, the metal skeleton has finally given way, the roof itself cracks, crashing downwards on the far side, forming something of an incline. Michael begins to slide, then Nick, I grab Nick's hand and Michael grabs his foot, the building beneath us sways. Knocking Michael loose, he slides into the smoke from the crumbling building, its then I turn, McKayla is standing at the edge of the roof, trying to keep her balance as the building falls under her. The helicopter swoops low, the man matches eyes with me once again, a smile, and suddenly a cable, a chord wraps around McKayla's weist. And it all seems to turn to slow motion, She screams as the chopper snatches her off the roof, My vision narrows now, and all I can see his McKayla, reaching out for me. I flash forward, reaching my hands out, but its not enough, the chopper pulls just out of reach, and I find myself looking down at a five story fall. I'm sorry McKayla... Im so sorry. As I begin to fall I feel it, a hand on the back of my vest, Nick Caught me. The building rears up beneath us, crashing us down one story, then another. Nick holds on with everything he has but finally he's shaken loose. The last thing I remember, is the ground.

"Come On Zoey! We Have to Get Out Of Here!"

As the world slowly fades back in I hear Nick's voice, though muffled, through the ringing in my ears, I can still make out what he's saying. McKayla, where the hell are you? I'm confused momentarily, but then it hits me. She's gone.

"McKayla!!! Nick We Can't We Have to Go--"

"Zoey She's gone! McKayla is Gone, we have to get out of here!"

I can't see through the tears in my eyes, Nick grabs me around my weist and throws me into the backseat of the car, I Failed you McKayla, I fucking Failed You. And now what do I have? What Can I do? What Am I Fighting For?

McKayla... Where Are You?

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-- The Shoot --


The shot fades in to a shot of Zoey and Nick sitting at a Laptop, Zoey's hands tremble as the cigarette burns slowly, the ash is long, she hasn't hit it in a long time, the screen scrolls on the find my phone program, in it sits Zoey's Sisters phone number, this will allow them to track her. Zoey takes a hit of the cigarette and turns to the camera.

"What does it take to put your entire life into perspective? An act of god, thats what. For many of us this never comes, but this week I was met with an undeniable truth, that someday, I am going to fail. I am going to let everyone I know and Love down. And it has effected me more and more every second I think about it. The fact that I have lost now, the fact that there is nothing left to lose, paints a very vivid picture in my head. Where most men would walk into that ring with a sense of purpose, I seem to have lost mine. So what does someone like me do now? Does she just brush it off and carry on? Or does the things she's learned through the unnecessary cruelties of life make her unable? Make her wish for things normal people wouldn't? I'm walking into a match this week, and really I'm not even sure why anymore. The men standing with me, against me, all have something they believe in, something they are fighting for. But now that my reason has been stripped away, what am I even doing? What is the purpose in someone like me? I can only think of one thing, I need to let this out. I need to get things back to the way they were before.

How I can even stand here and still talk about this, is beyond me, there is so much at stake now. So high of a price sits on this table. And for me to have to worry about something other than that is ludicrous. But I have to, so here I am, Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Zoey Ryback. A Professional Entertainer with the XWF, and this week I am coming with one purpose, to move these people out of the way, I need time, I need to make space. And if the only way I can do that is to take apart the people in that ring, then I guess I will. Azrael Erebus, Enigma, and Sabastian Duke, three men who have held so many titles here in the XWF, and for some reason just has so much to say. But let me tell you something that I've have come to understand about this company, about this business, is we can say anything we want, we can do so much, but as long as its outside of that ring, what does it really matter when it comes to this company? You all can say you've seen a struggle, you've seen your battles and you've fought them. But the difference between yours and mine is this, you really could have cared less, because you came out every week like it didn't even bother you.

I can say that my mind isn't in this anymore, my mind can't be. There is more going on out here, than there is in that ring. And if I have to walk out there and get this out of the way then I guess I have to fulfill my obligation. I wont be coming there for those belts, for the wellbeing of Vinny or Lucena. Because truthfully, after everything has been put in vivid perspective, I can't see that gold meaning as much as whats really at stake now. As far as I'm concerned you can fucking have it, its all yours, Triples Tag doesn't seem like its that prestigious anyways. I look at the three of you standing across that ring and I See three men lost in a delusion, lost in their own bullshit. So no Azrael, I'm not going to go through mountains of tape to find out who the fuck you are, because really, I could give a shit. To me you come across as just another fucked up charactor, you've got all this power at your finger tips and what the fuck do you use it for? Taking Gold here in the XWF, when you could be changing the fucking world? Your fucking Pathetic. Fancy yourself a god all you want but at the end of the day your just some schmuck who likes to do cheap parlor tricks for these pretty girls, its fucking Tacky.

And You Enigma, take off the fucking mask and face what you have to worry about while looking it in the eyes. Trust me when I say that now, I have something of an aggression problem to work off, and I would much rather do that while looking my opponent in the face. But like I said, the mask won't help too much, when I'm laying into you. But thats just another lesson your going to have to learn. There isn't much time left, but I need you to understand whats coming. Whether or not I walk out of there with the belts doesn't really matter, but showing the three of you that you aren't as good as you think you are is going to be something I Might take a little bit of pleasure in, maybe too much pleasure. I look at the three of you and I am udderly disgusted. I need to stop though, I need to think, between you Enigma, and you Azrael, how can I take the last member of your team seriously? Sebastian Duke?

You've all held gold here, you all have a name here, and to me it seems pointless. The three of you seem to want everyone to believe in something, believe you are more than just men. But your not, Call me stupid Azrael, call me nieve, but I dont care. Not anymore, your words are hollow, and if it wasn't for the fact that I need to put something out, I wouldn't be here talking about them at all. The men I'm standing with are no better, Loverboy, and Clean? Clean? You guys do have a point when you said that we definitely are quite the miss matched team, how it was that the three of us were even considered for this is beyond me. I have nothing in common with either of these men, nothing, not a damn thing, they weren't even sure if I was going to show up this week, I guess it goes to show how much faith people really have in me. Which is why I would be just as happy to not be in this match, I dont care much for the tag team division, if it was up to me I would work alone. But once again I am met with the concept of Fate, so now I have to walk into that ring, with men I dont know, and trust them to have my back? Can I really do that?

I dont think so. How many times have I been fucked over, attacked, done dirty by the people of this company? Too Many already. Leading me to believe that maybe I need to turn over a new mentality. Maybe I was put here to give you all a new outlook on this place. You've all seen what has happened to me over the course of my time here in the XWF, can you say you would be able to hold on as long as I have? Been able to handle the emotional stress that the things that have happened cause someone? I dont think so, which is why I hold myself a better person than everyone in that ring, than everyone in this company. Maybe I'm just being angry, theres alot on my mind, this match now has taken the backseat to a much bigger problem, a problem which I just dont know how to solve. This week wont be the same as the others, this week it wont be me in that ring. I will be someone else, someone different, so for you who find yourselves in that ring with whoever that is, I am truly sorry.

Suddenly a voice from behind Zoey.

"Zoey, I found her, she's alive... She's alive.

"Then lets cut this fucking camera off."

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Phoenix, Arizona, Present Day

Friday, the beginning of XWF's three day wrestling event, as crowds pack the parking lot for the XWF's pregame show, a sense of community falls across the stadium. Fans coming from far and wide to meet their favourite stars who week in and week out give their all for the fans. All throughout the crowd is music, cheering, autograph booths, and for some reason people pouring ice buckets on each other. But far away from the festivities of the day, something else is in the air. The camera pans away, floating over the city, passed the buildings and out onto the sand. Smoke stacks can be seen in the distance, passed a set of old warehouses. We settle in finally as the camera circles one of the many abandoned factories, Five stories, the pillars are cracking and parts of the building have been chipped off, revealing the rebar skeleton. We can see two men standing on the roof, almost like a parking deck, they lean over the side, looking down at a set of cars rolling up into the lot. The two JV Agents, Zeke Tryton, and Drake Williams.

Zeke Tryton - "So how sure are you that this is going to work?"

Drake Williams - "I'm very sure."

"If your going through all this trouble, we might be able to just put an end to this right here."

"No, Five said he definitely needs to bring this girl in, we have no other choice."

Zeke nods his head, lighting a cigarette and looking down at the men now getting out of their cars, a group of Russian mobsters.

"What about everyone else?"

"Collateral has never been an issue for anyone, it really doesn't matter. So long as we open that window."

Zeke nods

"This operation of yours is going to make alot of noise, if we drop the ball this could go south in a big way."

"Thats why neither of us will be dropping the ball, this is as straightforward as it gets, we are only going to get this one shot. He sent us everything we needed, now all we need is perfect execution."

Zeke notices the Russians are packing alot of firepower, he ashes his smoke and signals for Drake to take notice.

"What you want to do about these guys, they are definitely turning into quite the wild-cards."

"It looks like Mr. McBride is walking into a trap, should be fun to watch."

"What if they kill them?"

Drake smiles to himself momentarily, considering the fact that the Russians do have enough firepower to possibly end this entire plan.

"How long has it been since you put in work?"

Zeke smiles.

"Not too long."

"Well what do you say we help Zoey and the gang out a bit."

Zeke nods his head, a smile still painted on his face, he mashes the cigarette butt against the edge of the building and the two men step off.

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Rolling out into the desert, something in the back of my head doesn't feel quite right. After getting the low-down on what the deal was from Michael, the only thing I really understood about what we were doing was running a bit of security. Unless something bigger was going down I didn't understand why they needed the three of us driving out into the desert to meet with these guys. Michael assured us that it would just be a drop, pick up the money and head back. But there was something, like a thorn in my side, telling me there was somehow alot more to this than he was telling us. I sat in the backseat with Kayla, Michael and Nick in the front, I kept looking at him, because really, as much as Nick said we could trust the IRA I didn't. The two cars behind us, the look in Michael's eye, I could see it when he would check his rearview. Why did he look like he was mentally preparing, why did we need so many men? McKayla was playing around on her phone, I tapped her on the shoulder, she needed to focus up.

Zoey Ryback - "Hey, your head in this Kay?"

She tucked her phone into her pocket, nodding her head.

McKayla Ryback - "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little nervous."

"You know I didn't want you out here, its a fucked up situation. I just need to know you've got a good head, right?"

"Yeah, I got it. Its just new to me, you know?"

"I know, but just stay calm, remember to think, no matter what is happening you have to be able to think."

"Yeah, but this isn't like, a bad situation is it? We're just going there and coming back."

I knew something else was up, but to keep her calm I knew I Couldn't tell her that, I hesitated a minute, shouldn't have done that.

"Ye-- Yeah. Its gonna be fine, but whatever happens, just stay close to me alright?"

She raises her eyebrows, worried, I rubbed her head playfully and smiled wanly. I looked to the front seat where Nick had been listening to the conversation, I Could tell he knew something was up too, but we both knew we had to keep her mind off it until it happened.

Nick Cagero - "So McKayla, do you really think you can get us that information? From the cloud servers I mean.

She instantly perks up.

"Yeah I can get it, its just a matter of breaking through the firewall, its easy to get data if its in the process of streaming, but as far as stuff thats already stored on the server, its going to take time, at least I'll be able to tap you in so you can run sort of... a scanner I guess? Just to see what they are up to."

The more McKayla talked, I was actually kind of impressed that my little sister knew so much about what she was talking about. I hadn't even known her to be... the "Hacker" type of person. She did spend alot of time on the computer though so really, what should I have expected.

"Well how long do you think it will take before we have enough to take public?"

"I dont know, if they are as serious as you say they are the entire process might take some time. You think that just making information like that open to the people is going to hurt them enough to make them stop what their doing?"

Michael McBride - "Didn't seem to work the last time."

"Thats why we're here now, because its going to take more, alot more.

Mike nodded his head.

"And how much Irish Blood is going to have to be sacraficed for this goal of yours, ay?"

A Reasonable question.

"Listen Michael, if this could go any other way, believe me we would be more than happy to make it happen, but as it seems right now, we are being pushed to an extreme we don't really want. Whatever the cost is all of us are going to have to pay something."

I saw him looking in the rearview mirror, at McKayla sitting next to me, he looked at her, and then at me.

"How much are you willing to pay lass?"

I nodded my head, looking at the floorboards, I knew what he meant, but No, I wasn't going to pay as much as he was eluding to."

"Everything I can stand to give, Michael. Trust me when I Say I never wanted any of this for myself."

"Well, its been a long time coming, it will help out alot of people out here if the government would take their fingers out of our business."

As we rounded the corner, a set of smoke stacks could be seen at the end of the road, along with a bunch of run down buildings, looked like no one had been out here in a long time. The skeletons of old trailors, large stone structures lining the sides of the road, almost like tombstones to the industrial park that used to be out here. Michael rolled down the window and signalled for the convoy to pull over. I looked at Nick a bit confused, Nick shook his head, don't ask questions. We stepped out of the cars as Michael addressed his men.

"Alright guys, this ain't gonna be easy, I need 5 minutes to get everything in play, make sure they are where they need to be, if you see the red flare blow off, swing in as fast as you can."

McKayla pulled at my shirt.

"Zoey what are we doing?"

"Uhh I dont know."

Michael popped the back of the SUV open, since we had been riding there had been a large box in the back of the truck, covered by a sheet, I hadn't asked questions about it. He pulled the sheet off to reveal a weapons box, he punched a code into the panel and the metal case popped open. Sliding forward was a platform tiered from smallest to biggest. At the top were three assault rifles, an M4, an M27-IAR, and an AEK-971, I liked holo-scopes so I grabbed the AEK. Nick picked up the IAR and Michael grabbed his M4.

"uhhh okay... what do I get? Good intentions?"

"As devastating as Good Intentions are little lady, I Think your going to need something that packs a little more of a punch."

The next tier of weaponry is submachine guns, a P90, PP-2000 and UMP-45 lined up in holsters. Michael grabs the P90 and checks it over, it has a ACOG scope, and a foregrip, the pattern on the sides is kind of a tiger stripe.

"This seems to fit, low recoil, 50 round clip, should be easy to get used to even if we get into a messy situation."

He throws the weapon to McKayla is catches it out of the air. She puts it to her shoulder and looks down the sight.

"Hows it feel?"

"Its really light, I like the design on it."

"Well it shoots fast, you might have a problem hanging onto it if your not ready."

"I think I got it Nick, I'm not a dumbass."

Michael laughs as he spins his finger in the air, saddle up.

"McKayla, nows not the time to try and be a badass, I need to know you've got this."

We jump into the truck and she looks off for a moment, thinking about the situation, she turns to me, nodding her head.

"Yeah, I got this."

"Alright Mike, I think its time you told us exactly what we are walking into."

"It would appear your right, I might have used a little bit of deception when asking you to come on this little errand of mine. The Russians, have begun to make it a little bit more trying in recent months than we would like. This is the only time I'm going to be able to make it to this side of the country to make sure that this is handled the best way possible, and now here we are, the Russians believe they are walking into an arms deal, called in some of the heads of the ring here in Phoenix, as well as Las Vegas, big money is on the table right now, that coupled with the fact that none of these men are walking away from this meeting, should set the IRA above them in a big way."

I Fucking knew it.

"So your walking us into a shoot-out with a set of Russians? Not just any Russians, the ring leaders? Michael, you definitely like to play shit too close to the chest."

"Wouldn't have it any other way Lass."

We rolled around the corner onto a dirt path leading to a tall building, its walls breaking under the pressure of terrible up-keep. The windows had been all broken out, the metal lining the outside walls were rusted, peices of the rebar poked out through the cracks in the stone. Around the back of the building were a line of vehicles, a single man stood at the front of the convoy, a machine gun at his side. He signalled for us to stop, and to follow him, he began walking before the three of us could get out of the car.

"Okay guys, safety's off, stay frosty."

Right, Frosty.

"McKayla....

She looked up at me, I knew what I wanted to say... But for some reason I didn't. I rubbed the back of her head and opened the door. Michael snatches his backpack from the center of the two of us and gets out. The man lead us to the second story of the building. Where there was an old elevator, a generator had been started to put juice back into the lines of the old building. He pushed the gate open and all of us stepped into the elevator, it was another three stories to the roof. The Russian pushed the button and as the elevator began to move Michael grabbed the man from behind, forcing a switchblade into his neck, there was a moment of struggle before the man fell against the ground. Nick and Michael nodded at each other, knowing that if it wasn't before, it was officially go time. I felt my heart begin to pound, and I saw McKayla's fingers tighten around the weapon. As we reached the roof, I could see them, four Russians standing in the center, briefcases in hand. Michael pushed the gate open and stepped out onto the roof.

"What you say Visili? What do you say?"

The Russian seemed a bit surprised, as well as the men standing around him, noticing their man on the floor of the elevator, a pool of blood growing quickly around him. Michael leads us, stearnly and confindently walking towards the four men standing in the center of the roof.

Visili - "Michael McBride, I think you and I both know what needs to be said."

"Mother Russia doesn't own this part of the states anymore, aye? This is My Country."

"Once again Michael, your drunking arrogance will get you into more trouble than your ready for I think."

"Michael Hold up."

Nick whispers, but its too late, the stairs on either side of the roof open. Men pouring from the darkness, guns drawn and aimed directly towards us. Within a few seconds the number of Russians on the roof goes from Four, to Twenty almost instantaneously. McKayla goes to raise her weapon but I catch it midway, forcing it back to her side.

"I knew it was far fetched that Michael McBride himself would come all this way into the desert, for such a small amount of money, I knew there was something about your operation that wasn't quite right. And now look, you've gotten your friends, as well as yourself, Killed."

My heart sinks, and I feel sick to my stomach, looking around at the barrels of the weapons now pointed at us, I grip McKayla's hand. But then I Hear it, a soft rumble in the distance, the sound of some type of engine. As it gets closer, everyone begins to hear it too, the crowd looks around in all directions. But then I catch it, my vision zooms... a Predator Drone. I tap Nick on the shoulder and point it out. I look around to see everyone is still pre-occupied, I shove McKayla to the ground.

"NOW!"

I dive, lying as flat on the ground as I can pumping out rounds as fast as I can, Nick does the same, but Michael charges forward, spraying directly at Visili, and the men standing around him, they dont have a chance. Nick fazes, to the set of men on the right, grabbing the first's weapon and throwing it, the force sticks it through the chest of the next man in the row, with an uppercut he sends the kid flying over the edge of the building. The stairways are behind a stone railing on Nick's side, I grab McKayla and run, throwing her down just as bullets skip off the ground all around us. Both of us Blind fire over the top of the railing, trying to give Nick and Michael as much cover as we can. Then I hear it, a soft pop sound, I raise my head over the railing, I am suddenly terrified, the Predator Drove just fired.

"INCOMING!!!!"

The missile collides with the floor just below us, rocking the entire building and sending the shockwave up the stairs, smoke, and flames along with it. I grab McKayla and throw her over the railing. The force from the explosion had knocked everyone off their feet. McKayla is quick to recover, spraying rounds towards the men on the other side of the Roof, dropping them quickly. We have almost evened the odds in a couple of seconds. I look to the drone, which is now swooping back around. Michael and Nick are quick to finish off whats left of the Russian threat. Michael pulls the flare gun out of his pack and fires it into the air, a streak of red.

"The Drones Coming Back around we have to get the fuck off this roof!"

"No Time Cover!"

I hear it again, the soft pop, I push McKayla to the ground and lay ontop of her, but again the drone strike hits the floor beneath us, its not going for us, its trying to take down the building.

"We have to get the fuck out of here!

Its then I see it, a Helicopter, a UH-60 Helicopter rising from behind the smoke stacks.

"Michael Is That Us!?"

He shakes his head, I reload my weapon, slamming another clip into it as the helicopter makes its approach. As it begins to circle I can see two men standing inside, one on a computer, and the other looking down at us, at me. His short hair blowing to the side, a denim vest almost like mine, he smiles at me. Who the fuck is this guy? The drone is coming around for another pass, Nick grabs me and we run for the stairs, but another rocket slams into the side of the building, and its finally had enough, the building shakes and rumbles, knocking all of us to the ground. I hear a loud groaning, the metal skeleton has finally given way, the roof itself cracks, crashing downwards on the far side, forming something of an incline. Michael begins to slide, then Nick, I grab Nick's hand and Michael grabs his foot, the building beneath us sways. Knocking Michael loose, he slides into the smoke from the crumbling building, its then I turn, McKayla is standing at the edge of the roof, trying to keep her balance as the building falls under her. The helicopter swoops low, the man matches eyes with me once again, a smile, and suddenly a cable, a chord wraps around McKayla's weist. And it all seems to turn to slow motion, She screams as the chopper snatches her off the roof, My vision narrows now, and all I can see his McKayla, reaching out for me. I flash forward, reaching my hands out, but its not enough, the chopper pulls just out of reach, and I find myself looking down at a five story fall. I'm sorry McKayla... Im so sorry. As I begin to fall I feel it, a hand on the back of my vest, Nick Caught me. The building rears up beneath us, crashing us down one story, then another. Nick holds on with everything he has but finally he's shaken loose. The last thing I remember, is the ground.

"Come On Zoey! We Have to Get Out Of Here!"

As the world slowly fades back in I hear Nick's voice, though muffled, through the ringing in my ears, I can still make out what he's saying. McKayla, where the hell are you? I'm confused momentarily, but then it hits me. She's gone.

"McKayla!!! Nick We Can't We Have to Go--"

"Zoey She's gone! McKayla is Gone, we have to get out of here!"

I can't see through the tears in my eyes, Nick grabs me around my weist and throws me into the backseat of the car, I Failed you McKayla, I fucking Failed You. And now what do I have? What Can I do? What Am I Fighting For?

McKayla... Where Are You?

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-- The Shoot --


The shot fades in to a shot of Zoey and Nick sitting at a Laptop, Zoey's hands tremble as the cigarette burns slowly, the ash is long, she hasn't hit it in a long time, the screen scrolls on the find my phone program, in it sits Zoey's Sisters phone number, this will allow them to track her. Zoey takes a hit of the cigarette and turns to the camera.

"What does it take to put your entire life into perspective? An act of god, thats what. For many of us this never comes, but this week I was met with an undeniable truth, that someday, I am going to fail. I am going to let everyone I know and Love down. And it has effected me more and more every second I think about it. The fact that I have lost now, the fact that there is nothing left to lose, paints a very vivid picture in my head. Where most men would walk into that ring with a sense of purpose, I seem to have lost mine. So what does someone like me do now? Does she just brush it off and carry on? Or does the things she's learned through the unnecessary cruelties of life make her unable? Make her wish for things normal people wouldn't? I'm walking into a match this week, and really I'm not even sure why anymore. The men standing with me, against me, all have something they believe in, something they are fighting for. But now that my reason has been stripped away, what am I even doing? What is the purpose in someone like me? I can only think of one thing, I need to let this out. I need to get things back to the way they were before.

How I can even stand here and still talk about this, is beyond me, there is so much at stake now. So high of a price sits on this table. And for me to have to worry about something other than that is ludicrous. But I have to, so here I am, Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Zoey Ryback. A Professional Entertainer with the XWF, and this week I am coming with one purpose, to move these people out of the way, I need time, I need to make space. And if the only way I can do that is to take apart the people in that ring, then I guess I will. Azrael Erebus, Enigma, and Sabastian Duke, three men who have held so many titles here in the XWF, and for some reason just has so much to say. But let me tell you something that I've have come to understand about this company, about this business, is we can say anything we want, we can do so much, but as long as its outside of that ring, what does it really matter when it comes to this company? You all can say you've seen a struggle, you've seen your battles and you've fought them. But the difference between yours and mine is this, you really could have cared less, because you came out every week like it didn't even bother you.

I can say that my mind isn't in this anymore, my mind can't be. There is more going on out here, than there is in that ring. And if I have to walk out there and get this out of the way then I guess I have to fulfill my obligation. I wont be coming there for those belts, for the wellbeing of Vinny or Lucena. Because truthfully, after everything has been put in vivid perspective, I can't see that gold meaning as much as whats really at stake now. As far as I'm concerned you can fucking have it, its all yours, Triples Tag doesn't seem like its that prestigious anyways. I look at the three of you standing across that ring and I See three men lost in a delusion, lost in their own bullshit. So no Azrael, I'm not going to go through mountains of tape to find out who the fuck you are, because really, I could give a shit. To me you come across as just another fucked up charactor, you've got all this power at your finger tips and what the fuck do you use it for? Taking Gold here in the XWF, when you could be changing the fucking world? Your fucking Pathetic. Fancy yourself a god all you want but at the end of the day your just some schmuck who likes to do cheap parlor tricks for these pretty girls, its fucking Tacky.

And You Enigma, take off the fucking mask and face what you have to worry about while looking it in the eyes. Trust me when I say that now, I have something of an aggression problem to work off, and I would much rather do that while looking my opponent in the face. But like I said, the mask won't help too much, when I'm laying into you. But thats just another lesson your going to have to learn. There isn't much time left, but I need you to understand whats coming. Whether or not I walk out of there with the belts doesn't really matter, but showing the three of you that you aren't as good as you think you are is going to be something I Might take a little bit of pleasure in, maybe too much pleasure. I look at the three of you and I am udderly disgusted. I need to stop though, I need to think, between you Enigma, and you Azrael, how can I take the last member of your team seriously? Sebastian Duke?

You've all held gold here, you all have a name here, and to me it seems pointless. The three of you seem to want everyone to believe in something, believe you are more than just men. But your not, Call me stupid Azrael, call me nieve, but I dont care. Not anymore, your words are hollow, and if it wasn't for the fact that I need to put something out, I wouldn't be here talking about them at all. The men I'm standing with are no better, Loverboy, and Clean? Clean? You guys do have a point when you said that we definitely are quite the miss matched team, how it was that the three of us were even considered for this is beyond me. I have nothing in common with either of these men, nothing, not a damn thing, they weren't even sure if I was going to show up this week, I guess it goes to show how much faith people really have in me. Which is why I would be just as happy to not be in this match, I dont care much for the tag team division, if it was up to me I would work alone. But once again I am met with the concept of Fate, so now I have to walk into that ring, with men I dont know, and trust them to have my back? Can I really do that?

I dont think so. How many times have I been fucked over, attacked, done dirty by the people of this company? Too Many already. Leading me to believe that maybe I need to turn over a new mentality. Maybe I was put here to give you all a new outlook on this place. You've all seen what has happened to me over the course of my time here in the XWF, can you say you would be able to hold on as long as I have? Been able to handle the emotional stress that the things that have happened cause someone? I dont think so, which is why I hold myself a better person than everyone in that ring, than everyone in this company. Maybe I'm just being angry, theres alot on my mind, this match now has taken the backseat to a much bigger problem, a problem which I just dont know how to solve. This week wont be the same as the others, this week it wont be me in that ring. I will be someone else, someone different, so for you who find yourselves in that ring with whoever that is, I am truly sorry.

Suddenly a voice from behind Zoey.

"Zoey, I found her, she's alive... She's alive.

"Then lets cut this fucking camera off."

-Instant Black-]]> <![CDATA[Six Flags At Night]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14572 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 10:35:08 -0700 Elisha]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14572 It was quite a busy day at Six Flags. It was nice and sunny outside, plus it was the last few days some had before going back to school. It was a great day for business. The ice cream sold well, as did other refreshments thanks to the perfect weather. Six Flags had sent out coupons just a few weeks before that varied in offers, and it seemed to have worked. People took advantage of the deals.

In the middle of this large group was a young little blonde girl named Lacey. She was enjoying herself, but without the company of any other. She was alone. Several parents would watch her from a distance because she appeared to be alone without a guardian. They thought to themselves, "What kind of parent would let their little child just run around like this?" It was a good thought. No one could blame them because they were looking out for young Lacey's interest. Kidnapping does happen, and they were concerned.

Rich and Kelly decided to let their child get on a ride that went for about five minutes, and while they were safe on the ride, went to find security. They brought a couple of security men back to the ride and pointed out the girl. They thanked the parents for their concern, and would take things from here.

They took a picture of the girl with their phone, and sent it to all security personnel. To follow up with the picture, one of the men spoke to them all via their 'walkie-talkie', and informed them about the situation. They were instructed to keep a distance for a few hours to see if any parent or guardian showed up.

For a grace period, they allowed a few extra minutes to make sure before approaching her. They didn't want to scare her, or her parents if they were around. After two hours and thirty-six minutes passed, it was time to make the move.

The two security men who were told by Rich and Kelly approached her. She smiled and felt no fear.

"Hey, sweetheart. Are your parents around?"

"Not sure what ya mean."

"Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"Nope."

"Where is your mommy and daddy?"

"Dead."

The two security men looked at each other. They felt sorry for the young girl, but she didn't seem phased by any of it. She stood there eating a candy apple and a giant smile.

"When did they die?"

"Not real sure on that."

"We're sorry to hear that. What's your name?"

"Lacey. Lacey Rex."

"Well, Lacey, how did you get here?"

"We rode a bicycle."

Once again they looked at each other, but with confused expressions this time.

"We?"

"Yup."

"Who else was with you? A friend?"

"I guess we sometimes act like friends, but not the way you're thinking probably."

"An animal? Imaginary friend?"

"Animals aren't allowed in here I thought. Well, it's not an animal and it's not an imaginary friend. I'm a bit old for that."

"Alright. Well, who was it Lacey?"

"My son."

If only you could see the faces of these two men after hearing the ten year old say this. They weren't sure how to reply, but there doesn't seem to be a good response available. It took them a few seconds to think on what she just said.

"Your son?"

"Yup."

"How old is your... son?"

"You know... I'm not real sure. I don't pay much attention to age. We just live in the moment."

"Is he riding rides?"

"Hehehe, oh boy. No. He's a bit too big for these rides. He'd be bored to death! That's why I'm here by myself. He's somewhere else."


Meanwhile... Somewhere Else...


Elisha is running through the woods chasing after a bear. The bear stops and turns around, and Elisha is in the distance looking from behind a tree. The bear continues to search for what's after him, but sees nothing. The bear makes a loud yell of sorts. He sits on his bottom.

Elisha starts to walk from behind the tree toward the bear. He sees the creature coming towards him. The bear gets in defense mode and stands up on his two legs and lets out a deep growl. Elisha stands about twenty feet from the bear. The two lock eyes. The bear opens his mouth wide, as does Elisha. Elisha starts to make loud mumbles.

"Mmm. Mmm. MmmBearMmmBearMmm. Bear. Bear. Food. Bear. Mmm. Bear. Mmm. Food. Bear."

The bear starts to make his stance and walks toward Elisha. Elisha leaps forward and attaches his mouth around the bear's neck. The bear tries to fight it off by scratching Elisha with its sharp claws, but Elisha doesn't let loose. He tightens his mouth around the neck and lets the blood start to pour out. The bear loses strength and falls to the ground. Elisha moves his mouth away from the neck... tearing its flesh off. The bear makes a sound like it's in pain.


Back At Six Flags...


"Do you know where he might be?"

"Probably in the woods. It's where he usually is."

"Can you take us to him?"

"I guess. Will I be able to get back in and go on the rides?"

"Sure. We'll make sure you get back in here."

Lacey takes both security men's hands and walks them out of Six Flags towards the nearest woods. Lacey starts to yell his name, "ELISHA! It's MOMMA! Where Are You?" Lacey thinks she hears him. She hears the noise of a wounded animal, which only means her son is nearby.

"I think he's over here."

She leads them a bit further in the woods, and there he is. Elisha sitting by a dead bear. Blood everywhere, including Elisha's face and hands. The security guys have no idea what to do. They are standing there in complete shock. Elisha stops chewing and isn't sure how to react either. Lacey looks at both security men, and then back at Elisha.

"Some shy men. Son, these two were worried about me so they came to make sure I was okay. Wasn't that nice of them? Anyway, I told them I was here with my son. They wanted to make sure you were here. Say hi."

Elisha gives a deep growl, almost like a dog warning unwelcome guests before an attack. They were still stuck. They could not move because of the scene. Elisha starts to inch himself towards them, but slowly. This apparently woke up the security men.

"GET THE GIRL! LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Freeze.

Okay, let's think about this for a minute. Lacey apparently knows about me, regardless of how I appear to anyone else. She brought these two guys here. I appreciate their concern, but come on. Be smart. You have me... eating a bear. Lacey isn't startled. Use your brains, guys. She's use to me doing this. She claims I'm her son, which makes her my mother. What do you do? You grab my mom and try to steal her away from me? You should have just stood there and we could have had ourselves a nice lunch. I'm not sharing now. It's my bear!

Oh... and these two... are about to die. No one takes my mom. I'm not losing her again.

Unfreeze.

One man takes Lacey in his arms and runs back towards Six Flags. The other man stands guard in trying to stop Elisha from pursuing them. It lasts about five seconds. Elisha easily kills the security guard and runs towards the other. The second security man doesn't get very far, and Elisha knocks him to the ground. Lacey skins her elbow. Now, she's pissed. Elisha is walking to a helpless security guard crawling on the ground when Lacey gets between the two.

"No, son."

The security is a bit teary. Scared to death. He looks at a smiling Lacey.

"Thank you. Thank you!!"

"For what mister?"

"He.. He was going to kill me. Right?"

"Him? Not real sure. I'm the one you should worry about."


Freeze.


I know what you're thinking. Why would I kill him? He may be married with kids. They'll become orphans... just like me. You see how I turned out. Pretty good. Well, all I wanted to was ride some rides. This man had to step up and interrupt my fun. Never interrupt a child's fun. And never try to take a mother away from her child. Oh, and don't hurt me. The bastard fell and I scraped my elbow. Did ya really think I was going to just let him do this to another little girl?


Unfreeze.


Lacey kills the security guard. He screams and Elisha doesn't want to watch. He goes back to eating his bear. A little bit later, Lacey joins him on the feast.

"Son, are you ready for your match?"

Elisha isn't paying attention. He has his Lacey doll out... and is talking through the doll... then would grab the bear's mouth and move it while he talks. An imaginary conversation. So sweet.

"Son! Don't make me whip you!"

Elisha stops and looks at his mom.

"Are you ready?"

"Y-Y-Yes Momma."

"Son, talk through your doll. I done told you it helps your speech."

Elisha grabs the lacey doll and points it directly at his mom.

"I've heard them say their peace. Now that it's out of the way, I will wage war. It doesn't matter what they have to say to me or about me. They reference Eli and my stutter. That's fine. They should also reference what I've accomplished that they haven't. I've been a tag team champion. I placed Tony Santos in a coffin of spiders and beat him. I was the one to defeat Azrael for the Television Title. No one could dethrone him, but I did. What have they done to make me afraid of them? Nothing. Michael likes his alcohol, but I like blood. Alcohol likes to remove any feeling of pain. I embrace the pain and cause it. Barney wants to make a big comeback and prove himself worthy, but he doesn't fit in with this group. We are elite. He's never faced a man like me and he will be slaughtered. It doesn't matter who wants to come after me in the match. Barney, Michael, Peter, Mastermind, or little Bobby... they all will know who the monster Elisha is. They will forever remember my name and once again, I will be released from among them and leave with a hunger that's been satisfied."

"That's so good, son. I know you like writing. Did you write anything?"

"Y-Y-Yes. Ma-Ma-Ma."

"Oh, good! Let's hear it! Wait, let me get the phone to record this."

Lacey gets her little smart phone from her pocket, and is really excited to tape her son.

"I once knew a man who lied
He was the less green than Barney Green
His name, Michael McBride

A fighter he thought he was
The tailored man, made for brawl
His accomplishments: a buzz

Drank he did, to put on cloud nine
Never to think that he was a loser
His name, Michael McBride


The once claim to be a tall champ
Now a former thought, a useless stamp
He reached for the stars in hopes of fame
Instead he crashed, and had no one to blame
The larger his mind grew, as did his belly
His losing status became rather steady
This was the one, who warned us with words
He'll fall like them all, and in the end be a bitch with a purse
Be careful what to say because how I appear
You should've stayed gone, I'll make you disappear
A champion in you, has never been seen
This is the sad case we call Barney Green


Tall is he with strong jet black hair
You see what I did to this stronger black bear
See your fate beside me and you will know
I am the monster you've never seen, your blood will flow
Cast your thoughts on paper for eyes to read
Your end will be marked on the tombstone, you see
Tic Toc the hand goes, because you're running out of time
We shall rename ones who can't win titles... Mastermind


The little engine that could is what I see in you
A child toy of pure imagination, nothing really new
A world of bobby was more entertaining and tough
You are the laughing stock who couldn't even slay Buff
Look at those before you, who did it rather smart
They put their tail between their legs in fear of the dark
You should go back and turn on your favorite show, Glee
After the pay per view, no one will remember the name Bobby zi


Now we find a man who went from fat to skinny
He loves to say "suck my dick", yet it's the size of a penny
He likes to say certain people, like Dim, has his back
I find it funny that in the end, he never could beat Fatback
A man who never sticks to his word, your promise is a blah
To make it all right, you should let Fatback.. Get Up In Ya!
You pout and cry when you lose, and make every excuse
Ya know why Maria is with you? She had no one else to choose
You're a sad case who people love to mention
A whore you are.. you love all this attention
Wait until you see, at Relentless, what I have in store
People, from now on, will consider calling a 'losing bitch'.. skinny Peter Gilmour


All of you have said what you wanted about me. I'm so glad you got it out of your system. Now, there will be no more excuses from any of you after our match. You will see the monster... the creature.. the prophet of doom rise up and see to it you all remember my name.

Every time you get hurt, you will think of me.

Every time you are feeling pain, my face will come to your thoughts.

Every time you think about Eli.. you will want to add three more letters because someone far greater than he has been before you.

Every time you hear a kid stutter, you will run for the hills.

They.. Will... Perish."

"That was very good, son! You make me so proud."

"Thank you Mommy."

"Say... it's getting about that time for six flags to close. How about we go ride some things.. together."

Lacey and Elisha get up and start to make their way to Six Flags. Screams of people in fear are already heard... ]]> It was quite a busy day at Six Flags. It was nice and sunny outside, plus it was the last few days some had before going back to school. It was a great day for business. The ice cream sold well, as did other refreshments thanks to the perfect weather. Six Flags had sent out coupons just a few weeks before that varied in offers, and it seemed to have worked. People took advantage of the deals.

In the middle of this large group was a young little blonde girl named Lacey. She was enjoying herself, but without the company of any other. She was alone. Several parents would watch her from a distance because she appeared to be alone without a guardian. They thought to themselves, "What kind of parent would let their little child just run around like this?" It was a good thought. No one could blame them because they were looking out for young Lacey's interest. Kidnapping does happen, and they were concerned.

Rich and Kelly decided to let their child get on a ride that went for about five minutes, and while they were safe on the ride, went to find security. They brought a couple of security men back to the ride and pointed out the girl. They thanked the parents for their concern, and would take things from here.

They took a picture of the girl with their phone, and sent it to all security personnel. To follow up with the picture, one of the men spoke to them all via their 'walkie-talkie', and informed them about the situation. They were instructed to keep a distance for a few hours to see if any parent or guardian showed up.

For a grace period, they allowed a few extra minutes to make sure before approaching her. They didn't want to scare her, or her parents if they were around. After two hours and thirty-six minutes passed, it was time to make the move.

The two security men who were told by Rich and Kelly approached her. She smiled and felt no fear.

"Hey, sweetheart. Are your parents around?"

"Not sure what ya mean."

"Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"Nope."

"Where is your mommy and daddy?"

"Dead."

The two security men looked at each other. They felt sorry for the young girl, but she didn't seem phased by any of it. She stood there eating a candy apple and a giant smile.

"When did they die?"

"Not real sure on that."

"We're sorry to hear that. What's your name?"

"Lacey. Lacey Rex."

"Well, Lacey, how did you get here?"

"We rode a bicycle."

Once again they looked at each other, but with confused expressions this time.

"We?"

"Yup."

"Who else was with you? A friend?"

"I guess we sometimes act like friends, but not the way you're thinking probably."

"An animal? Imaginary friend?"

"Animals aren't allowed in here I thought. Well, it's not an animal and it's not an imaginary friend. I'm a bit old for that."

"Alright. Well, who was it Lacey?"

"My son."

If only you could see the faces of these two men after hearing the ten year old say this. They weren't sure how to reply, but there doesn't seem to be a good response available. It took them a few seconds to think on what she just said.

"Your son?"

"Yup."

"How old is your... son?"

"You know... I'm not real sure. I don't pay much attention to age. We just live in the moment."

"Is he riding rides?"

"Hehehe, oh boy. No. He's a bit too big for these rides. He'd be bored to death! That's why I'm here by myself. He's somewhere else."


Meanwhile... Somewhere Else...


Elisha is running through the woods chasing after a bear. The bear stops and turns around, and Elisha is in the distance looking from behind a tree. The bear continues to search for what's after him, but sees nothing. The bear makes a loud yell of sorts. He sits on his bottom.

Elisha starts to walk from behind the tree toward the bear. He sees the creature coming towards him. The bear gets in defense mode and stands up on his two legs and lets out a deep growl. Elisha stands about twenty feet from the bear. The two lock eyes. The bear opens his mouth wide, as does Elisha. Elisha starts to make loud mumbles.

"Mmm. Mmm. MmmBearMmmBearMmm. Bear. Bear. Food. Bear. Mmm. Bear. Mmm. Food. Bear."

The bear starts to make his stance and walks toward Elisha. Elisha leaps forward and attaches his mouth around the bear's neck. The bear tries to fight it off by scratching Elisha with its sharp claws, but Elisha doesn't let loose. He tightens his mouth around the neck and lets the blood start to pour out. The bear loses strength and falls to the ground. Elisha moves his mouth away from the neck... tearing its flesh off. The bear makes a sound like it's in pain.


Back At Six Flags...


"Do you know where he might be?"

"Probably in the woods. It's where he usually is."

"Can you take us to him?"

"I guess. Will I be able to get back in and go on the rides?"

"Sure. We'll make sure you get back in here."

Lacey takes both security men's hands and walks them out of Six Flags towards the nearest woods. Lacey starts to yell his name, "ELISHA! It's MOMMA! Where Are You?" Lacey thinks she hears him. She hears the noise of a wounded animal, which only means her son is nearby.

"I think he's over here."

She leads them a bit further in the woods, and there he is. Elisha sitting by a dead bear. Blood everywhere, including Elisha's face and hands. The security guys have no idea what to do. They are standing there in complete shock. Elisha stops chewing and isn't sure how to react either. Lacey looks at both security men, and then back at Elisha.

"Some shy men. Son, these two were worried about me so they came to make sure I was okay. Wasn't that nice of them? Anyway, I told them I was here with my son. They wanted to make sure you were here. Say hi."

Elisha gives a deep growl, almost like a dog warning unwelcome guests before an attack. They were still stuck. They could not move because of the scene. Elisha starts to inch himself towards them, but slowly. This apparently woke up the security men.

"GET THE GIRL! LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Freeze.

Okay, let's think about this for a minute. Lacey apparently knows about me, regardless of how I appear to anyone else. She brought these two guys here. I appreciate their concern, but come on. Be smart. You have me... eating a bear. Lacey isn't startled. Use your brains, guys. She's use to me doing this. She claims I'm her son, which makes her my mother. What do you do? You grab my mom and try to steal her away from me? You should have just stood there and we could have had ourselves a nice lunch. I'm not sharing now. It's my bear!

Oh... and these two... are about to die. No one takes my mom. I'm not losing her again.

Unfreeze.

One man takes Lacey in his arms and runs back towards Six Flags. The other man stands guard in trying to stop Elisha from pursuing them. It lasts about five seconds. Elisha easily kills the security guard and runs towards the other. The second security man doesn't get very far, and Elisha knocks him to the ground. Lacey skins her elbow. Now, she's pissed. Elisha is walking to a helpless security guard crawling on the ground when Lacey gets between the two.

"No, son."

The security is a bit teary. Scared to death. He looks at a smiling Lacey.

"Thank you. Thank you!!"

"For what mister?"

"He.. He was going to kill me. Right?"

"Him? Not real sure. I'm the one you should worry about."


Freeze.


I know what you're thinking. Why would I kill him? He may be married with kids. They'll become orphans... just like me. You see how I turned out. Pretty good. Well, all I wanted to was ride some rides. This man had to step up and interrupt my fun. Never interrupt a child's fun. And never try to take a mother away from her child. Oh, and don't hurt me. The bastard fell and I scraped my elbow. Did ya really think I was going to just let him do this to another little girl?


Unfreeze.


Lacey kills the security guard. He screams and Elisha doesn't want to watch. He goes back to eating his bear. A little bit later, Lacey joins him on the feast.

"Son, are you ready for your match?"

Elisha isn't paying attention. He has his Lacey doll out... and is talking through the doll... then would grab the bear's mouth and move it while he talks. An imaginary conversation. So sweet.

"Son! Don't make me whip you!"

Elisha stops and looks at his mom.

"Are you ready?"

"Y-Y-Yes Momma."

"Son, talk through your doll. I done told you it helps your speech."

Elisha grabs the lacey doll and points it directly at his mom.

"I've heard them say their peace. Now that it's out of the way, I will wage war. It doesn't matter what they have to say to me or about me. They reference Eli and my stutter. That's fine. They should also reference what I've accomplished that they haven't. I've been a tag team champion. I placed Tony Santos in a coffin of spiders and beat him. I was the one to defeat Azrael for the Television Title. No one could dethrone him, but I did. What have they done to make me afraid of them? Nothing. Michael likes his alcohol, but I like blood. Alcohol likes to remove any feeling of pain. I embrace the pain and cause it. Barney wants to make a big comeback and prove himself worthy, but he doesn't fit in with this group. We are elite. He's never faced a man like me and he will be slaughtered. It doesn't matter who wants to come after me in the match. Barney, Michael, Peter, Mastermind, or little Bobby... they all will know who the monster Elisha is. They will forever remember my name and once again, I will be released from among them and leave with a hunger that's been satisfied."

"That's so good, son. I know you like writing. Did you write anything?"

"Y-Y-Yes. Ma-Ma-Ma."

"Oh, good! Let's hear it! Wait, let me get the phone to record this."

Lacey gets her little smart phone from her pocket, and is really excited to tape her son.

"I once knew a man who lied
He was the less green than Barney Green
His name, Michael McBride

A fighter he thought he was
The tailored man, made for brawl
His accomplishments: a buzz

Drank he did, to put on cloud nine
Never to think that he was a loser
His name, Michael McBride


The once claim to be a tall champ
Now a former thought, a useless stamp
He reached for the stars in hopes of fame
Instead he crashed, and had no one to blame
The larger his mind grew, as did his belly
His losing status became rather steady
This was the one, who warned us with words
He'll fall like them all, and in the end be a bitch with a purse
Be careful what to say because how I appear
You should've stayed gone, I'll make you disappear
A champion in you, has never been seen
This is the sad case we call Barney Green


Tall is he with strong jet black hair
You see what I did to this stronger black bear
See your fate beside me and you will know
I am the monster you've never seen, your blood will flow
Cast your thoughts on paper for eyes to read
Your end will be marked on the tombstone, you see
Tic Toc the hand goes, because you're running out of time
We shall rename ones who can't win titles... Mastermind


The little engine that could is what I see in you
A child toy of pure imagination, nothing really new
A world of bobby was more entertaining and tough
You are the laughing stock who couldn't even slay Buff
Look at those before you, who did it rather smart
They put their tail between their legs in fear of the dark
You should go back and turn on your favorite show, Glee
After the pay per view, no one will remember the name Bobby zi


Now we find a man who went from fat to skinny
He loves to say "suck my dick", yet it's the size of a penny
He likes to say certain people, like Dim, has his back
I find it funny that in the end, he never could beat Fatback
A man who never sticks to his word, your promise is a blah
To make it all right, you should let Fatback.. Get Up In Ya!
You pout and cry when you lose, and make every excuse
Ya know why Maria is with you? She had no one else to choose
You're a sad case who people love to mention
A whore you are.. you love all this attention
Wait until you see, at Relentless, what I have in store
People, from now on, will consider calling a 'losing bitch'.. skinny Peter Gilmour


All of you have said what you wanted about me. I'm so glad you got it out of your system. Now, there will be no more excuses from any of you after our match. You will see the monster... the creature.. the prophet of doom rise up and see to it you all remember my name.

Every time you get hurt, you will think of me.

Every time you are feeling pain, my face will come to your thoughts.

Every time you think about Eli.. you will want to add three more letters because someone far greater than he has been before you.

Every time you hear a kid stutter, you will run for the hills.

They.. Will... Perish."

"That was very good, son! You make me so proud."

"Thank you Mommy."

"Say... it's getting about that time for six flags to close. How about we go ride some things.. together."

Lacey and Elisha get up and start to make their way to Six Flags. Screams of people in fear are already heard... ]]> <![CDATA["Loverboy" and Clean - Nuts and Gum, together at last! (collaborative effort)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14570 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 10:17:25 -0700 Vincent Lane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14570 Duet Time!



Thursday, 8/21/2014

((“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane has arrived at the rental villa of Clean Lucena, his partner for the Trios Championships the next day at XWF Relentless. Having been invited, he’s decided to try and be a proper guest and bring a bottle of wine. Before getting to the door, Loverboy is met by the ubiquitous Biographer outside in the garden.))

Bio: Vincent! Welcome to our temporary home!

Loverboy: Hey man! Uh, who are you? Where’s Clean?

Bio: I’m his biographer, don’t worry. I document the life and times of Senor Lucena. I’ll be filming your meeting as well, as you can see. I wanted to get some walking in, et cetera. Would you mind going back to the path and walking up again? Just to be sure we have enough tape to edit?

Loverboy: Uh… yeah man, whatever, sure.

Bio: Thank you, sir.

((Loverboy backtracks to the road, then struts back up to the Biographer with a pep in his step and a big grin.))

((The Biographer seems satisfied and walks to the door.))

Bio: Good enough. Come inside, please. Senor Lucena is lounging.

- Loverboy pass inside -

Clean Lucena: Come inside playa. It's your house.

Loverboy: Hey, Clean, what’s up dude? Thanks for having me over, I’m stoked to chill for a bit and game plan for the match tomorrow. Have you seen all this trash those three chumps have been talking? I tell you what man, I’m starting to think this little “brotherhood” Enigma and Duke keep talking about involves a treehouse and a “no girls allowed” sign. These cats are so caught up in their own nonsense, I’m pretty sure a wrestling match is the last thing on their minds. Can you believe it? Enigma had to actually dig up two whole examples of times that Relentless has crossed his mind. Wow, man. Two. Meanwhile, I don’t have to think of examples. You know why, Clean? Because every moment of every day has been about Relentless. I’m focused, man, and I know you are too. We should be able to systematically take these jokers apart.

Clean Lucena: Eeeeerrr... yeah. Well. You're right. I'm more or less focused on this. Dunno if you know it but I've been like two or three days doing stupidities to gather all the support from the fans we can't get so till today I wasn't focused. But you can bet your money I'll be like that this Friday. Anyway, I can't agree with you more. They're not selling at all the fact that we're actually a menace for them. Let me tell you a little story that it passed through generations. Somewhere, long time ago, in the medieval ages, where the territory was divided between different houses, we had House Frey. It wasn't a really important house, it just occupy a strategic place on the map as North Korea does during these times. Bad times came, and nobody sold House Frey importance, nobody dig them. There was other different houses fighting, keeping their minds of things that were supossedly more important. And House Frey stayed there, silent. And when the ideal moment came, CLASH! House Frey made a trapt, where two or three main heads of other important houses where tear apart. Doesn't matter if they're not focusing on us, no matter it's because of them thinking they have more importants things to do. We will crush them dude. WE, will crush them. They will dig us when they'll have an elbow on his face. And I'll tell you something... sometimes refusing to aware your most inmediate challenges means that they're really worried. But let's see what happen. I'll think they're shitting on their pants meanwhile we're talking.

((Loverboy looks a little confused, but just shakes it off and grins wide.))

Loverboy: Dude, you’re totally right and I couldn’t agree more. They’re overlooking us. They’re preoccupied. Hell, their third partner, Azrael, isn’t even one of them, AND he’s got a match that means more to him on the same show. They want to act like they just have it in the bag and that we’re nothing to be concerned about, but it’s really just that they all know they don’t have a chance. They see the hand writing on the wall, man. As soon as you get to the top and get comfortable, if you don’t work to stay hungry, you get soft. You get cocky. Enigma, Azrael and Duke are so used to the thin air at the top of the mountain that they won’t be able to breathe when we knock them back down to Earth. Me? Well, it’s easy to be hungry when you ain’t got shit to lose.

Clean Lucena: HAHAHA. I'm so glad that we talk in exactly the same words playa. You cool. The fuck where you when I need someone to distract the referee back on my Cheat days. We connect. I have good feelings playa. If this Zoey Ryback does half the job she's commended for, we'll destroy those motherfuckers. Remember, we're a strong unit. We'll be the Azores Summit and they're Irak. Will bomb them till there is no lizard alive and they're a sand desert where we can make flats and houses for Bin Laden's sons.

((Loverboy looks like he is going to say something, then just shuts his mouth and shakes his head a little, laughing at the goofy fun time he and Clean are having. Then, he lights up with a thought.))

Loverboy: Dude! We should go to Spain after the match and score some hot Andalusia ass!


- Clean gets up and offers his hand to Loverboy -

Clean Lucena: I hope this friendship of us goes way further than this friday, pal.

Loverboy: Me too, dude. I mean, even though I pretty much have no idea what you’re saying, like, ever. You’re a cool guy with a cool style. Now… what have you got to drink in this place?

]]> Duet Time!



Thursday, 8/21/2014

((“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane has arrived at the rental villa of Clean Lucena, his partner for the Trios Championships the next day at XWF Relentless. Having been invited, he’s decided to try and be a proper guest and bring a bottle of wine. Before getting to the door, Loverboy is met by the ubiquitous Biographer outside in the garden.))

Bio: Vincent! Welcome to our temporary home!

Loverboy: Hey man! Uh, who are you? Where’s Clean?

Bio: I’m his biographer, don’t worry. I document the life and times of Senor Lucena. I’ll be filming your meeting as well, as you can see. I wanted to get some walking in, et cetera. Would you mind going back to the path and walking up again? Just to be sure we have enough tape to edit?

Loverboy: Uh… yeah man, whatever, sure.

Bio: Thank you, sir.

((Loverboy backtracks to the road, then struts back up to the Biographer with a pep in his step and a big grin.))

((The Biographer seems satisfied and walks to the door.))

Bio: Good enough. Come inside, please. Senor Lucena is lounging.

- Loverboy pass inside -

Clean Lucena: Come inside playa. It's your house.

Loverboy: Hey, Clean, what’s up dude? Thanks for having me over, I’m stoked to chill for a bit and game plan for the match tomorrow. Have you seen all this trash those three chumps have been talking? I tell you what man, I’m starting to think this little “brotherhood” Enigma and Duke keep talking about involves a treehouse and a “no girls allowed” sign. These cats are so caught up in their own nonsense, I’m pretty sure a wrestling match is the last thing on their minds. Can you believe it? Enigma had to actually dig up two whole examples of times that Relentless has crossed his mind. Wow, man. Two. Meanwhile, I don’t have to think of examples. You know why, Clean? Because every moment of every day has been about Relentless. I’m focused, man, and I know you are too. We should be able to systematically take these jokers apart.

Clean Lucena: Eeeeerrr... yeah. Well. You're right. I'm more or less focused on this. Dunno if you know it but I've been like two or three days doing stupidities to gather all the support from the fans we can't get so till today I wasn't focused. But you can bet your money I'll be like that this Friday. Anyway, I can't agree with you more. They're not selling at all the fact that we're actually a menace for them. Let me tell you a little story that it passed through generations. Somewhere, long time ago, in the medieval ages, where the territory was divided between different houses, we had House Frey. It wasn't a really important house, it just occupy a strategic place on the map as North Korea does during these times. Bad times came, and nobody sold House Frey importance, nobody dig them. There was other different houses fighting, keeping their minds of things that were supossedly more important. And House Frey stayed there, silent. And when the ideal moment came, CLASH! House Frey made a trapt, where two or three main heads of other important houses where tear apart. Doesn't matter if they're not focusing on us, no matter it's because of them thinking they have more importants things to do. We will crush them dude. WE, will crush them. They will dig us when they'll have an elbow on his face. And I'll tell you something... sometimes refusing to aware your most inmediate challenges means that they're really worried. But let's see what happen. I'll think they're shitting on their pants meanwhile we're talking.

((Loverboy looks a little confused, but just shakes it off and grins wide.))

Loverboy: Dude, you’re totally right and I couldn’t agree more. They’re overlooking us. They’re preoccupied. Hell, their third partner, Azrael, isn’t even one of them, AND he’s got a match that means more to him on the same show. They want to act like they just have it in the bag and that we’re nothing to be concerned about, but it’s really just that they all know they don’t have a chance. They see the hand writing on the wall, man. As soon as you get to the top and get comfortable, if you don’t work to stay hungry, you get soft. You get cocky. Enigma, Azrael and Duke are so used to the thin air at the top of the mountain that they won’t be able to breathe when we knock them back down to Earth. Me? Well, it’s easy to be hungry when you ain’t got shit to lose.

Clean Lucena: HAHAHA. I'm so glad that we talk in exactly the same words playa. You cool. The fuck where you when I need someone to distract the referee back on my Cheat days. We connect. I have good feelings playa. If this Zoey Ryback does half the job she's commended for, we'll destroy those motherfuckers. Remember, we're a strong unit. We'll be the Azores Summit and they're Irak. Will bomb them till there is no lizard alive and they're a sand desert where we can make flats and houses for Bin Laden's sons.

((Loverboy looks like he is going to say something, then just shuts his mouth and shakes his head a little, laughing at the goofy fun time he and Clean are having. Then, he lights up with a thought.))

Loverboy: Dude! We should go to Spain after the match and score some hot Andalusia ass!


- Clean gets up and offers his hand to Loverboy -

Clean Lucena: I hope this friendship of us goes way further than this friday, pal.

Loverboy: Me too, dude. I mean, even though I pretty much have no idea what you’re saying, like, ever. You’re a cool guy with a cool style. Now… what have you got to drink in this place?

]]> <![CDATA[Universal Truths RP 11]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14567 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 05:35:06 -0700 The Enigma]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14567

Friday, August 22, 2014 – 10:15AM EST – On Board Air Darkness One, Somewhere Over America


The day is upon us. XWF Relentless. While I have been working for the XWF for about seven months this will be my first Pay Per View and with it the first Trios title defense for the team made up two former Universal Champions and me. Do I stack up compared to Sebastian Duke and Azrael Erebus? Absolutely not. But am I better than each and every single one of our opponents. You’re damn right I am. I’ve already taken the United States title from the man who believes that “Gold claims him”. Zoey Ryback? Please. Another chick who thought that she could come into the XWF and play out her drama on the XWF airwaves. And Loverboy? Don’t even get me started on this crack pot.

The trip from Connecticut to Phoenix is several hours long by plane, even a private one such as Air Darkness One. One of the ways I chose to kill time, and apparently brain cells was to watch some of the recent promos from our opponents. First let’s talk about Clean Lucena’s attempt at trash talk. If you can even call it that. I guess I could put on my professor’s robe and do a little math lesson just like Clean but what would be the fun in that? Especially when I could just play a video from youtube at the end of my promo which shows that I basically stole all my material from someone else but butchered the language a little bit. Sounds like an excellent strategy. Why didn’t I think of that?

You know what, fuck it. I’ll do it anyway. Just call me Professor Gerald Lambeau.

You ready for this Lucena?

There are three of us, and there are three of you. That means that each of us has a thirty three and one third change of making a pin for our team. On the inverse we each have the same chance of being pinned. But that’s just simple numbers, on the surface with absolutely no context. Let’s add context. On one side of the ring we have a team that has won a combined eighteen XWF titles. E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N. On the other side of the ring we have a team that has won a combined…wait for it…










Wait for it…




















Keep waiting…


























One title.

O-N-E.

So eighteen titles to one title. And there is actually a discussion as to who is going to win this match? Really? Are you sure.

Now let’s do a little more math. Eighteen minus one equals seventeen.

Seventeen. By my count it will take seventeen seconds for the current champions to retain their titles.

How did I come up with that number? Well, I didn’t. In fact I asked my Good friend Will Hunting.


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That’s right. I called up my friend Will Hunting and he immediately put down his janitors mop and ran over to the nearest window he could find and ran the numbers. He came up with two different numbers. The first, we’ve already reviewed. Seventeen. The other is zero. As in, the team made up of Loverboy, Lucena and Ryback have a zero percent chance of winning this match.

Now, I could have asked Will to film himself running the numbers on the window in the library and then post it to youtube but that takes away all the fun of this. So instead I’ll just leave Lucena with one final thought before I move on to the team’s resident clown and that’s this. Lucena, I’ve already taken one title from you, now I am going to prevent you from winning another. And after I’ve done that I want you to talk to me about how “Gold claims you”. Oh and by the way, just because I’m the kind of guy that looks out for the common man, I am going to drop off a set of Rosetta Stone Version Four, English Edition, levels one through five. Put it to good use. Or don’t. I’m sure you could sell it on Ebay and make a couple bucks.

Now, Loverboy. I was hoping that you would bury your head in the sand after the last verbal ass rape I gave you but apparently you like that sort of thing and so here we are again. Back for another.

I find it funny that you Loverboy claim to know me so well, that the mystery surrounding Enigma is so simple and so transparent that you know everything there is to know about me and yet, when you speak about me you are so off base that I wonder if you are either or just deaf and blind.

You claim that I haven’t spent time talking about Relentless and yet here is evidence of two instances in which I did exactly that.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Tell me again how I haven’t talked about relentless and I’ll show you a with a big mouth. And now I’m not talking about Peter Gilmour either.

Then you cop up some bogus bullshit about me entertaining the idea of Azrael’s loyalty to our team at the Pay Per View. You’re right, I did entertain it, after you brought up the ridiculous notion, and then I dismissed it just as quickly as I am going to dismiss you and your teammates tonight.

But do you know what the best part about all of this is? You Loverboy seem to think that because I haven’t spent all my time preparing for the match or talking about the match that it is somehow an indictment of me and my strategy. You see Loverboy, I don’t need to spend all my time prior to a match in the gym getting trained one on one by some asshole named Alex to increase my chances of winning. Especially in a match that is as one sided as this one. I could spend my entire week in a drunken stupor like Tony Santos usually does and just like him, I could walk, or stumble into the ring and still walk, or fall out victorious. That’s not bravado that’s just stating the facts. You think that because you have spoken about the match and about the Pay Per View in all of your promos that makes you better than me? More relevant than me? Really? If you really believe that than I’ve got some beach front property in Iowa that I can sell you.

Forget it, I’ve said all I can about these jokers. I’m not worried about them or this match. We will walk in the champs and walk out just the same. Is there a team that is capable of actually challenging us for the titles? Possible. But it most definitely is not the team we are facing tonight, take that to the bank.

Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take a quick little nap.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Eric, can are you awake?”



Son of a bitch. My eyes were closed for what? Five maybe six seconds? I open them up and see Sebastian standing above me, the item in his hand.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Do you have a second?”

ENIGMA: “Yes.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I understand that you have worked out all the financials with your contact and he has been paid in full?”

ENIGMA: “That is correct.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Good.”

“Would he be willing to find something else for me?”

ENIGMA: “I don’t see why not, that is what he does.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Very good. We can talk about the details after the Pay Per View.”

“Are you ready?”

ENIGMA: “To talk about the details or the Pay Per View?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Relentless.”

ENIGMA: “Yes I’m ready. I was ready the second this match was announced.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I expected as such. What are some of your thoughts about the rest of the event?”

ENIGMA: “I’ll be curious to see if Azrael has the strength to compete two nights in a row. I’m certainly not worried about them beating the two made up of bimbo one and bimbo two. And Blizzard and the Za? Not really all that intimidating.”

“The X-treme title match? I would be shocked if Mystica didn’t walk out the champ. Steve David’s little reign as TV champ is about to come to an end whether by Gator and Socrates hand or by Cains, that much I am sure of.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “And what of the Universal Title?”

ENIGMA: “Well I fear that now that the title is not around your or Azrael’s waist that the title will now become a disgrace much like the X-treme title.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Why do you say that?”

ENIGMA: “Because Morbid Angel lucked into winning his match verses Azrael and then conveniently he decided to take five weeks off. And then when he finally has to defend his title he quits five minutes after the match was announced.”

“And now a career coward like Eli James is going to claim the top title in the fed. The guy finally gets what he has always wanted and yet it will be always be tainted. Just like the time he claims to have won the European Title when in fact all he did was accept the gift that Sid Feder gave him. They didn’t have a match. They didn’t have a week which featured back and forth promos leading upto a match. Eli convinced Sid to join the Congregation and in return for Eli allowing Sid to do that his price was a European Title reign. Sure Eli will say that he then did the honorable thing and handed the title off to another member of his Congregation but an honorable man wouldn’t claim to have won something that he never actually fought for.”

“And that is exactly what will happen on Sunday night in his match with Morbid Angel. He will win the title because Morbid Angel is a disgrace and then Eli will walk around as the worst Universal Champion since the guy he took the title from. His name will forever be linked to greats like you and Azrael and it makes me sick.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Good.”

“Very good. Use that tonight in our match. Take that feeling of disgust and take it out on our opponents.”

ENIGMA: “Of course.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Now, I have another matter to talk to you about.”



This ought to be good.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I want to talk to you about Asmodeus.”

ENIGMA: “Pourquoi devons-nous parler de lui?”

“Je comprends que vous et lui êtes Butting tête, mais pour le moment hs n'est pas ma préoccupation.”

“Et jusqu'à ce que le match est terminé, il ne devrait pas être la vôtre non plus.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What?”

ENIGMA: “What? What’s the problem?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You were just speaking French.”

ENIGMA: “What? Stop screwing around.”

“I don’t speak French.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Clearly you do, you just were.”



I look into Sebastian's eyes and I see something, something that I have never seen in him before. Concern.




ENIGMA: “What are you talking about?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Eric.”

ENIGMA: “Yes?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Eric Nigel Martin.”



Sebastian says my name, my full name and suddenly everything becomes clear. Everything comes back into focus.

Fade To Clarity. ]]>

Friday, August 22, 2014 – 10:15AM EST – On Board Air Darkness One, Somewhere Over America


The day is upon us. XWF Relentless. While I have been working for the XWF for about seven months this will be my first Pay Per View and with it the first Trios title defense for the team made up two former Universal Champions and me. Do I stack up compared to Sebastian Duke and Azrael Erebus? Absolutely not. But am I better than each and every single one of our opponents. You’re damn right I am. I’ve already taken the United States title from the man who believes that “Gold claims him”. Zoey Ryback? Please. Another chick who thought that she could come into the XWF and play out her drama on the XWF airwaves. And Loverboy? Don’t even get me started on this crack pot.

The trip from Connecticut to Phoenix is several hours long by plane, even a private one such as Air Darkness One. One of the ways I chose to kill time, and apparently brain cells was to watch some of the recent promos from our opponents. First let’s talk about Clean Lucena’s attempt at trash talk. If you can even call it that. I guess I could put on my professor’s robe and do a little math lesson just like Clean but what would be the fun in that? Especially when I could just play a video from youtube at the end of my promo which shows that I basically stole all my material from someone else but butchered the language a little bit. Sounds like an excellent strategy. Why didn’t I think of that?

You know what, fuck it. I’ll do it anyway. Just call me Professor Gerald Lambeau.

You ready for this Lucena?

There are three of us, and there are three of you. That means that each of us has a thirty three and one third change of making a pin for our team. On the inverse we each have the same chance of being pinned. But that’s just simple numbers, on the surface with absolutely no context. Let’s add context. On one side of the ring we have a team that has won a combined eighteen XWF titles. E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N. On the other side of the ring we have a team that has won a combined…wait for it…










Wait for it…




















Keep waiting…


























One title.

O-N-E.

So eighteen titles to one title. And there is actually a discussion as to who is going to win this match? Really? Are you sure.

Now let’s do a little more math. Eighteen minus one equals seventeen.

Seventeen. By my count it will take seventeen seconds for the current champions to retain their titles.

How did I come up with that number? Well, I didn’t. In fact I asked my Good friend Will Hunting.


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That’s right. I called up my friend Will Hunting and he immediately put down his janitors mop and ran over to the nearest window he could find and ran the numbers. He came up with two different numbers. The first, we’ve already reviewed. Seventeen. The other is zero. As in, the team made up of Loverboy, Lucena and Ryback have a zero percent chance of winning this match.

Now, I could have asked Will to film himself running the numbers on the window in the library and then post it to youtube but that takes away all the fun of this. So instead I’ll just leave Lucena with one final thought before I move on to the team’s resident clown and that’s this. Lucena, I’ve already taken one title from you, now I am going to prevent you from winning another. And after I’ve done that I want you to talk to me about how “Gold claims you”. Oh and by the way, just because I’m the kind of guy that looks out for the common man, I am going to drop off a set of Rosetta Stone Version Four, English Edition, levels one through five. Put it to good use. Or don’t. I’m sure you could sell it on Ebay and make a couple bucks.

Now, Loverboy. I was hoping that you would bury your head in the sand after the last verbal ass rape I gave you but apparently you like that sort of thing and so here we are again. Back for another.

I find it funny that you Loverboy claim to know me so well, that the mystery surrounding Enigma is so simple and so transparent that you know everything there is to know about me and yet, when you speak about me you are so off base that I wonder if you are either or just deaf and blind.

You claim that I haven’t spent time talking about Relentless and yet here is evidence of two instances in which I did exactly that.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Tell me again how I haven’t talked about relentless and I’ll show you a with a big mouth. And now I’m not talking about Peter Gilmour either.

Then you cop up some bogus bullshit about me entertaining the idea of Azrael’s loyalty to our team at the Pay Per View. You’re right, I did entertain it, after you brought up the ridiculous notion, and then I dismissed it just as quickly as I am going to dismiss you and your teammates tonight.

But do you know what the best part about all of this is? You Loverboy seem to think that because I haven’t spent all my time preparing for the match or talking about the match that it is somehow an indictment of me and my strategy. You see Loverboy, I don’t need to spend all my time prior to a match in the gym getting trained one on one by some asshole named Alex to increase my chances of winning. Especially in a match that is as one sided as this one. I could spend my entire week in a drunken stupor like Tony Santos usually does and just like him, I could walk, or stumble into the ring and still walk, or fall out victorious. That’s not bravado that’s just stating the facts. You think that because you have spoken about the match and about the Pay Per View in all of your promos that makes you better than me? More relevant than me? Really? If you really believe that than I’ve got some beach front property in Iowa that I can sell you.

Forget it, I’ve said all I can about these jokers. I’m not worried about them or this match. We will walk in the champs and walk out just the same. Is there a team that is capable of actually challenging us for the titles? Possible. But it most definitely is not the team we are facing tonight, take that to the bank.

Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take a quick little nap.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Eric, can are you awake?”



Son of a bitch. My eyes were closed for what? Five maybe six seconds? I open them up and see Sebastian standing above me, the item in his hand.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Do you have a second?”

ENIGMA: “Yes.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I understand that you have worked out all the financials with your contact and he has been paid in full?”

ENIGMA: “That is correct.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Good.”

“Would he be willing to find something else for me?”

ENIGMA: “I don’t see why not, that is what he does.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Very good. We can talk about the details after the Pay Per View.”

“Are you ready?”

ENIGMA: “To talk about the details or the Pay Per View?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Relentless.”

ENIGMA: “Yes I’m ready. I was ready the second this match was announced.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I expected as such. What are some of your thoughts about the rest of the event?”

ENIGMA: “I’ll be curious to see if Azrael has the strength to compete two nights in a row. I’m certainly not worried about them beating the two made up of bimbo one and bimbo two. And Blizzard and the Za? Not really all that intimidating.”

“The X-treme title match? I would be shocked if Mystica didn’t walk out the champ. Steve David’s little reign as TV champ is about to come to an end whether by Gator and Socrates hand or by Cains, that much I am sure of.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “And what of the Universal Title?”

ENIGMA: “Well I fear that now that the title is not around your or Azrael’s waist that the title will now become a disgrace much like the X-treme title.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Why do you say that?”

ENIGMA: “Because Morbid Angel lucked into winning his match verses Azrael and then conveniently he decided to take five weeks off. And then when he finally has to defend his title he quits five minutes after the match was announced.”

“And now a career coward like Eli James is going to claim the top title in the fed. The guy finally gets what he has always wanted and yet it will be always be tainted. Just like the time he claims to have won the European Title when in fact all he did was accept the gift that Sid Feder gave him. They didn’t have a match. They didn’t have a week which featured back and forth promos leading upto a match. Eli convinced Sid to join the Congregation and in return for Eli allowing Sid to do that his price was a European Title reign. Sure Eli will say that he then did the honorable thing and handed the title off to another member of his Congregation but an honorable man wouldn’t claim to have won something that he never actually fought for.”

“And that is exactly what will happen on Sunday night in his match with Morbid Angel. He will win the title because Morbid Angel is a disgrace and then Eli will walk around as the worst Universal Champion since the guy he took the title from. His name will forever be linked to greats like you and Azrael and it makes me sick.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Good.”

“Very good. Use that tonight in our match. Take that feeling of disgust and take it out on our opponents.”

ENIGMA: “Of course.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Now, I have another matter to talk to you about.”



This ought to be good.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I want to talk to you about Asmodeus.”

ENIGMA: “Pourquoi devons-nous parler de lui?”

“Je comprends que vous et lui êtes Butting tête, mais pour le moment hs n'est pas ma préoccupation.”

“Et jusqu'à ce que le match est terminé, il ne devrait pas être la vôtre non plus.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What?”

ENIGMA: “What? What’s the problem?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You were just speaking French.”

ENIGMA: “What? Stop screwing around.”

“I don’t speak French.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Clearly you do, you just were.”



I look into Sebastian's eyes and I see something, something that I have never seen in him before. Concern.




ENIGMA: “What are you talking about?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Eric.”

ENIGMA: “Yes?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Eric Nigel Martin.”



Sebastian says my name, my full name and suddenly everything becomes clear. Everything comes back into focus.

Fade To Clarity. ]]> <![CDATA[Trash Talk? rp.6]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14564 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 03:49:07 -0700 Clean Lucena]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14564 - Clean in the middle of the image, Biographer at his side -
Clean Lucena: You know they say all men are created equal! But you look at me and you look at Azrael Erebus or Enigma, you can see that statement is not true! see normally if you go one on one with another wrestler you got fifty fifty chances of winning! But I'm The Cleanster! and I'm not normal! So you got 25 percent AT BEST! at beat me! then you add trios match to the mix? you chances of winning drastic go down. See the trios match at Relentless. you got 33 1/3 chances of pinning! BUT I! I got a 66 2/3 chances of pinning! Duke knows he can't beat me, and he's not even gonna try! so Erebus and Enigma, you take yo 33 1/3 chance of winning minus my 25% chance and you got 8 1/3 to beat us at Relentless but then you take my 75% perc... chance of winning, if we was one on one, and then add 66 2/3 chan... percents, I got a 141 2/3 chances of winning! at Relentless.

Senior Enigma! The number's don't lie, and they spell disaster for you at Relentless.

]]> - Clean in the middle of the image, Biographer at his side -
Clean Lucena: You know they say all men are created equal! But you look at me and you look at Azrael Erebus or Enigma, you can see that statement is not true! see normally if you go one on one with another wrestler you got fifty fifty chances of winning! But I'm The Cleanster! and I'm not normal! So you got 25 percent AT BEST! at beat me! then you add trios match to the mix? you chances of winning drastic go down. See the trios match at Relentless. you got 33 1/3 chances of pinning! BUT I! I got a 66 2/3 chances of pinning! Duke knows he can't beat me, and he's not even gonna try! so Erebus and Enigma, you take yo 33 1/3 chance of winning minus my 25% chance and you got 8 1/3 to beat us at Relentless but then you take my 75% perc... chance of winning, if we was one on one, and then add 66 2/3 chan... percents, I got a 141 2/3 chances of winning! at Relentless.

Senior Enigma! The number's don't lie, and they spell disaster for you at Relentless.

]]> <![CDATA[Last breathin’ (Rp#5)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14563 Fri, 22 Aug 2014 02:58:38 -0700 Bobby Charles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14563
Bobby had that 'I just woke up' look to him, that some fans wanted to emulate. He didn't quite get that looking rough around the edges wasn't a fashion statement, why? Because frankly he didnt care..

‘’so, Less than 24 hours until that much awaited fatal 6 way match for Untitled title and heres ma last maf**king breathing.. ‘’

"First off Barney green - I said it all about you fat man,you are schizo patient, broken man nd Gilmour’s dick sucker, trust me man their aint no way you can beat me or other wrestlers to become champ, period"

Bobby zi begins to peel the skin off of the orange, dropping the peelings to the floor...

‘’oh by the way I just hope that you’ve gotten your medical bills paid up ‘’

Zi giggles..

‘’McBride and elisha, i dont even know why the managment put you both in a title match, i mean, the one talking about that nobody gives a fuck about & the latter didnt even show up, You are no more to me, than a warm-up match, before I get back into the swing of things, and beat the patients to become a new champ.. ‘’

Zi begins taking slices out of the orange, and popping them into his mouth. He continues while he eats.

‘’peter Gilmour ‘’

Bobby looks serious on this....

‘’ You see, pal. Most times, I just dont feel like putting the time or effort into filming a promo and sending the tape in. The way I figure it, We both dislike each other. Who really wants to see the two of us slinging verbal slandery back and forth all week. I mean, I can discuss my negative feelings towards you just as easily while sitting in a restaurant, and downing a stein of ale. Right? ‘’

Bobby pauses to spit some seeds out of his mouth, and onto the floor...

‘’ the thing is man, i dnt see you as a threat for me or others, you'r so-called wife aphrodite maria can rub your shoulders all she wants, while telling you how great you are. But a pep talk before the match can only do so much to help you. She could even try to help you out by interfering in the ring, but pal it ain't gonna matter one fucking bit. I am just damn too good, and you know that there is no way that anything will change that.... ‘’

Zi begins taking slices out of the orange, and popping them into his mouth. He continues while he eats...

‘’mastermind ’’

‘’Listen pal, dont label me as ass kisser just cuz i admire you, You got potential master honestly, you do, I'm a fan especially my middle finger, am sure thay you think that you are at your absolute peak, but I say that you are selling yourself short with that way of thinking. Hell, even I haven't hit the peak of my ability and skill yet. As other wrestlers improve, so do I, right along with them. This is why none of them 5 competitors cant beat me. this is why i say you will never beat me... ‘’

Zi wrapped up his orange & stand to has his final say..

"I don't give a shit if you're a god. I couldn't care any less, if you were a rich man or a homeless vagrant on the streets of Los Angeles.. ‘’

‘’ You do not have what it takes to topple me, Period! ‘’ ]]>
Bobby had that 'I just woke up' look to him, that some fans wanted to emulate. He didn't quite get that looking rough around the edges wasn't a fashion statement, why? Because frankly he didnt care..

‘’so, Less than 24 hours until that much awaited fatal 6 way match for Untitled title and heres ma last maf**king breathing.. ‘’

"First off Barney green - I said it all about you fat man,you are schizo patient, broken man nd Gilmour’s dick sucker, trust me man their aint no way you can beat me or other wrestlers to become champ, period"

Bobby zi begins to peel the skin off of the orange, dropping the peelings to the floor...

‘’oh by the way I just hope that you’ve gotten your medical bills paid up ‘’

Zi giggles..

‘’McBride and elisha, i dont even know why the managment put you both in a title match, i mean, the one talking about that nobody gives a fuck about & the latter didnt even show up, You are no more to me, than a warm-up match, before I get back into the swing of things, and beat the patients to become a new champ.. ‘’

Zi begins taking slices out of the orange, and popping them into his mouth. He continues while he eats.

‘’peter Gilmour ‘’

Bobby looks serious on this....

‘’ You see, pal. Most times, I just dont feel like putting the time or effort into filming a promo and sending the tape in. The way I figure it, We both dislike each other. Who really wants to see the two of us slinging verbal slandery back and forth all week. I mean, I can discuss my negative feelings towards you just as easily while sitting in a restaurant, and downing a stein of ale. Right? ‘’

Bobby pauses to spit some seeds out of his mouth, and onto the floor...

‘’ the thing is man, i dnt see you as a threat for me or others, you'r so-called wife aphrodite maria can rub your shoulders all she wants, while telling you how great you are. But a pep talk before the match can only do so much to help you. She could even try to help you out by interfering in the ring, but pal it ain't gonna matter one fucking bit. I am just damn too good, and you know that there is no way that anything will change that.... ‘’

Zi begins taking slices out of the orange, and popping them into his mouth. He continues while he eats...

‘’mastermind ’’

‘’Listen pal, dont label me as ass kisser just cuz i admire you, You got potential master honestly, you do, I'm a fan especially my middle finger, am sure thay you think that you are at your absolute peak, but I say that you are selling yourself short with that way of thinking. Hell, even I haven't hit the peak of my ability and skill yet. As other wrestlers improve, so do I, right along with them. This is why none of them 5 competitors cant beat me. this is why i say you will never beat me... ‘’

Zi wrapped up his orange & stand to has his final say..

"I don't give a shit if you're a god. I couldn't care any less, if you were a rich man or a homeless vagrant on the streets of Los Angeles.. ‘’

‘’ You do not have what it takes to topple me, Period! ‘’ ]]> <![CDATA[No one knows what they're talking about]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14560 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 23:12:57 -0700 Mastermind]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14560
"It's not long now until the Pay Per View, it's not long before I make my way to the University of Phoenix, Stadium where Relentless Pay Per View is going to take place, over 3 important days. My match is on the first day. It is a new as of yet untitled title match. It's a six pack challenge. I'd thought I'd get a last minute work out in.

"Now's also the time to reply to some of my opponents. Firstly Michel McBride. What was it that he said? Ah yes, he said this..."

Quote:His facts were all wrong about me. I wasn't in the Mafia, I'm not Italian, I'm fucking God damn Irish, If his so called "facts" were right, He'd know I'm former IRA turn illegal arms dealer.

Mastermind smiles:

"I did not call you Italian, I knew you were Irish, but you chose to take it as I was calling you Italian, where in my promos did I say that you were Italian. Come on Michael, go back through my promos and tell me.. I know you were IRA. IRA, Mafia, Gangs, they're all the same. But for one minute I did not call your Italian, so Mr hot off the collar, get YOUR facts right before calling me out about calling you Italian,"

Mastermind pushes the punching bag, and drinks some more water.

"Next up Bobby Zi. You're last promo about me was all gobbledygook. Is the pressure getting to you man? It sounds like it is. Talking about things all technical, is a waste of your time, waste of my time, waste of everyone's time, and waste of everyone elses time, including your fans. I'm so sorry for your fans. If you had any of course.

"I mean delusions? misinterpretations? tenaciously? Just to name a few words, I mean those are real big words for you. Seriously boring man. That's all I have to say about that."

Mastermind drinks another mouthful of water.

"We all know where Peter Gilmour focus is. Girls, girls, girls. We all like girls, but for Peter he's taken it to the extreme, and has too much focused on the females, instead of focusing on our match. It just goes to show that Peter is not interested in the new title, so therefore his mind is elsewhere. That's okay Peter, you can do your best by just turning up, and losing. And then going back to those girls, and your career which is on the down low."

Mastermind turns around, and places his drink bottle down, and grabs a towel. He wipes his face.

"We've heard from Elisha, and Barney Green, a few days ago. We haven't heard from them since. So therefore the next time I talk to them, is when my wrestling becomes my talking and I will deal to them in the match.

"So guys are you ready? I am the relentless force, and this force you will all not be able to stop. It's almost time to end the talking, and we walk the walk. See you all soon."

Mastermind puts his gloves back on, and starts hitting the boxing bag.]]>
"It's not long now until the Pay Per View, it's not long before I make my way to the University of Phoenix, Stadium where Relentless Pay Per View is going to take place, over 3 important days. My match is on the first day. It is a new as of yet untitled title match. It's a six pack challenge. I'd thought I'd get a last minute work out in.

"Now's also the time to reply to some of my opponents. Firstly Michel McBride. What was it that he said? Ah yes, he said this..."

Quote:His facts were all wrong about me. I wasn't in the Mafia, I'm not Italian, I'm fucking God damn Irish, If his so called "facts" were right, He'd know I'm former IRA turn illegal arms dealer.

Mastermind smiles:

"I did not call you Italian, I knew you were Irish, but you chose to take it as I was calling you Italian, where in my promos did I say that you were Italian. Come on Michael, go back through my promos and tell me.. I know you were IRA. IRA, Mafia, Gangs, they're all the same. But for one minute I did not call your Italian, so Mr hot off the collar, get YOUR facts right before calling me out about calling you Italian,"

Mastermind pushes the punching bag, and drinks some more water.

"Next up Bobby Zi. You're last promo about me was all gobbledygook. Is the pressure getting to you man? It sounds like it is. Talking about things all technical, is a waste of your time, waste of my time, waste of everyone's time, and waste of everyone elses time, including your fans. I'm so sorry for your fans. If you had any of course.

"I mean delusions? misinterpretations? tenaciously? Just to name a few words, I mean those are real big words for you. Seriously boring man. That's all I have to say about that."

Mastermind drinks another mouthful of water.

"We all know where Peter Gilmour focus is. Girls, girls, girls. We all like girls, but for Peter he's taken it to the extreme, and has too much focused on the females, instead of focusing on our match. It just goes to show that Peter is not interested in the new title, so therefore his mind is elsewhere. That's okay Peter, you can do your best by just turning up, and losing. And then going back to those girls, and your career which is on the down low."

Mastermind turns around, and places his drink bottle down, and grabs a towel. He wipes his face.

"We've heard from Elisha, and Barney Green, a few days ago. We haven't heard from them since. So therefore the next time I talk to them, is when my wrestling becomes my talking and I will deal to them in the match.

"So guys are you ready? I am the relentless force, and this force you will all not be able to stop. It's almost time to end the talking, and we walk the walk. See you all soon."

Mastermind puts his gloves back on, and starts hitting the boxing bag.]]> <![CDATA[We've found the body, now we mourn]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14504 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 22:37:14 -0700 SwagMire]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14504
”You ok, Crack?”

Crack coughs before being able to answer.

”Oh yeah, I’m fine. Nothing screams work out success like having 200 pounds fall on my chest because some people don’t know how to announce themselves properly. What do you need, Charles?”

”Frodo’s alive! He’s in Ukraine!”

Crack stood up, limped over to Swaggy and sniffed him.

”What are you doing?”

”Checking to see if you smell like booze. Frodo’s plane went down in the ocean. Pretty sure he wasn't on it, and if he was he didn't end up in Ukraine.”

Swaggy pulls out his iPhone 5C and loads the video of Frodo in Ukraine with Sascha. Crack and Jorge watch it closely.

”Impostor. Not the real Midge. Frodo would never sit there motionless when Sarah got shot. Nor would he eat Friskees. Dude, I’m telling you, your brother is somewhere between Florida and Belize. I've known him a long time, and I refuse to accept this is Frodo. Hell, dude’s probably on a beach drinking Mojitos doing lines of Catnip or Coke. He may even be balls deep in a Cabana boy right now. I know you’re afraid, but it’s fine. I’m going to call him in the morning.”

”I already tried that. He didn't answer.”

”He has it set to where your calls go straight to voicemail. He didn't want to talk to you unless he needed to. Besides, Cortana is coming out soon, he'd never miss that. You know how he takes Billy."

"Wait. What is Cortana, eh? And Who is Billy, eh? Is your brother a bisexual, eh?"

Swaggy and Crack just look at each other and laugh.

"My brother will sleep with anyone and anything. Anyway, Crack. Should I go on and fight in this match, or go try and find Frodo?"

"Work out, get back to training, and get ready to kick people's ass. You win this match, you get Gold. Come on, Charles, you've earned this match. Giovanni picked you. Make him proud."

"You're right. I will do this, and I'll bring Frodo and Leda back!"

"Leda's gone? Wait. Who's Leda?"

"Leda Turner. She wrestled in the XWF as Leda Coma. We had a couple of dates, and she asked to call me her boyfriend, then vanished. It was terrible."

Crack burst into laughter.

"So you're telling me. *laughter* that the only girl you've dated since I met you *more laughter* vanished after asking if you guys were a couple? That's the funniest thing ever."

Swaggy punches Crack, and he just falls to the floor laughing even harder.

"Shut up, man. Shit hurts. And how's your love life going? Still jerking off to Katie?"

"Actually, yeah. But it's cool, because she didn't vanish off the face of the earth."

"Whatever. Set up em, I gotta bench. 230lbs. Go."

Crack got up, and set up the weights for Swaggy, who busts out 20 reps like it's nothing.

'Add an extra 30 pounds on either side. Do it."

Crack did as he was told.


Joseph-Gordon is chilling out in his room surfing the internet when Gwen walks in.

"Son, we need to talk. Your sister called me. She found a spy camera in her room, she had Crack back trace it here. Are you spying on her?"

"I have their whole house bugged. I watch him every day. I want to see why."

"Want to see why what?" Joey, you can't spy on your father or sister. It's not right. Even if she is a whore who almost destroyed my marriage."

"Not her. She didn't ruin your marriage, it was over before she came into the picture. She didn't make him hate me. That happened before she came into the picture. I need to know why he loves her more, though. Why is she better than I am?"

"JoJo, your father doesn't hate you. He loves you. He begged me to have you move in with him. I just wouldn't allow it. I needed you more than your father did. He had Crack, and I had no one. I needed you."

"He doesn't call, and I didn't even get invited to his wedding. Mom, he doesn't want me in his life. He'd rather Katie and his new whore. I've never even met this slut."

Gwen grabbed him and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"I know it seems unfair, and like he hates you, but this is how he's always been. Your father loves you. A lot. He's just unable to stay consistent for any period of time."

"It's ok. I've got a plan. I'm gonna make him love me."

Out of the corner of her eye she notices an empty can of Fancy Feast, causing her to recoil.

"Joseph-Gordon! Are you fucking joking right now? You're eating Fancy Feast like him? Are you on drugs?"

"Not yet. But I'm gonna go hit up his lab, I know the password and I knew he keeps a steady supply of stuff there. Mom, I have to become just like him. It's the only way he'll love me. If I become just like him. He only loves himself, so I will make him love me. I just want a good father."

She starts crying and does that weird hand mouth thing all white moms do.

"No, Joey. He hates himself. Your father is self destructing because he hates himself more than anything on the planet. Don't follow his path, don't go down like he does. I can't lose you like your grandmother lost him. Promise you'll stop this shit right now. You're better than that. He's better than that. He needs help, and I wish I would have seen the signs earlier. I just thought he was a little odd. Don't put some girl through what he put me through."

"Fine."

Gwen gets up, kisses Joseph on the head and steps out to call Frodo. Goes straight to voicemail.

"Call me. It's about your son."


"Ok, so I guess it's time for my closing thoughts. Well, I saw your shit, Harrison, and you can play Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs all you want. At the end of the day I do not fear you, Henry. I don't think you stand a chance, nor do I think you think you stand a chance. Go on, play insane. Show us two sides to you. Henry and the Devil Inside. Cute. Except, I've seen it all before and it doesn't phase me. You play with dog heads? Cute. I once saw a woman on meth use her baby as a weapon. I arrested a man who had frozen his shit and stabbed someone with it. Then there's my brother. My darling, beloved, missing brother.

Think anything you can do is going to top him? Frodo took Shane 's decapitated head, and fucked it. Not 30 minutes after it got removed, Frodo began to fuck it. Imagine that, fucking the freshly decapitated head of your former boss. Then imagine that's the least awkward thing my brother has done. Try getting woken up one night because your brother broke into your house, got into your bedroom, and began to anally fist his very pregnant wife in your bed. That happened to me 16 years ago. And you think the dog thing is impressive?

How is it going to startle Anarchy or myself? Did you know he stapled boards to people's chests? Because he can. You need to update your act for the land of Xtreme. Your nothing impressive here, man. Not a person in our fanbase saw that and jumped. They just called you out for being a pussy. And then they emailed me to beg me to kick your ass back to Utah. A lot of them seem to think you're a Mormon. Fine, maybe you are, but I'll kick the ass of you and everyone of your wives who come for me.

See, I want to get this gold. In order to get it I have to drop you down, and then destroy some bitch who thinks he can hold onto my title. That's just not going to happen. I had an X Title shot once, and I blew it. Not again. NOT AGAIN! You're going down, and then I'm going to use you as a club to bash in Anarchy's teeth. Don't try and come at me, you'll lose. There is no day that will ever be where you can win. Go get some sleep, fuck your wife, lick that button on her pussy, and hope you miss the match. I will come at you hard. I will come and come hard until you're not moving. Or until I can no longer come hard at you. I will hit you in the face and chest, leaving my mark on you. It will be sticky in that ring when we're done, and I promise your ass and cock will hurt for days."]]>
”You ok, Crack?”

Crack coughs before being able to answer.

”Oh yeah, I’m fine. Nothing screams work out success like having 200 pounds fall on my chest because some people don’t know how to announce themselves properly. What do you need, Charles?”

”Frodo’s alive! He’s in Ukraine!”

Crack stood up, limped over to Swaggy and sniffed him.

”What are you doing?”

”Checking to see if you smell like booze. Frodo’s plane went down in the ocean. Pretty sure he wasn't on it, and if he was he didn't end up in Ukraine.”

Swaggy pulls out his iPhone 5C and loads the video of Frodo in Ukraine with Sascha. Crack and Jorge watch it closely.

”Impostor. Not the real Midge. Frodo would never sit there motionless when Sarah got shot. Nor would he eat Friskees. Dude, I’m telling you, your brother is somewhere between Florida and Belize. I've known him a long time, and I refuse to accept this is Frodo. Hell, dude’s probably on a beach drinking Mojitos doing lines of Catnip or Coke. He may even be balls deep in a Cabana boy right now. I know you’re afraid, but it’s fine. I’m going to call him in the morning.”

”I already tried that. He didn't answer.”

”He has it set to where your calls go straight to voicemail. He didn't want to talk to you unless he needed to. Besides, Cortana is coming out soon, he'd never miss that. You know how he takes Billy."

"Wait. What is Cortana, eh? And Who is Billy, eh? Is your brother a bisexual, eh?"

Swaggy and Crack just look at each other and laugh.

"My brother will sleep with anyone and anything. Anyway, Crack. Should I go on and fight in this match, or go try and find Frodo?"

"Work out, get back to training, and get ready to kick people's ass. You win this match, you get Gold. Come on, Charles, you've earned this match. Giovanni picked you. Make him proud."

"You're right. I will do this, and I'll bring Frodo and Leda back!"

"Leda's gone? Wait. Who's Leda?"

"Leda Turner. She wrestled in the XWF as Leda Coma. We had a couple of dates, and she asked to call me her boyfriend, then vanished. It was terrible."

Crack burst into laughter.

"So you're telling me. *laughter* that the only girl you've dated since I met you *more laughter* vanished after asking if you guys were a couple? That's the funniest thing ever."

Swaggy punches Crack, and he just falls to the floor laughing even harder.

"Shut up, man. Shit hurts. And how's your love life going? Still jerking off to Katie?"

"Actually, yeah. But it's cool, because she didn't vanish off the face of the earth."

"Whatever. Set up em, I gotta bench. 230lbs. Go."

Crack got up, and set up the weights for Swaggy, who busts out 20 reps like it's nothing.

'Add an extra 30 pounds on either side. Do it."

Crack did as he was told.


Joseph-Gordon is chilling out in his room surfing the internet when Gwen walks in.

"Son, we need to talk. Your sister called me. She found a spy camera in her room, she had Crack back trace it here. Are you spying on her?"

"I have their whole house bugged. I watch him every day. I want to see why."

"Want to see why what?" Joey, you can't spy on your father or sister. It's not right. Even if she is a whore who almost destroyed my marriage."

"Not her. She didn't ruin your marriage, it was over before she came into the picture. She didn't make him hate me. That happened before she came into the picture. I need to know why he loves her more, though. Why is she better than I am?"

"JoJo, your father doesn't hate you. He loves you. He begged me to have you move in with him. I just wouldn't allow it. I needed you more than your father did. He had Crack, and I had no one. I needed you."

"He doesn't call, and I didn't even get invited to his wedding. Mom, he doesn't want me in his life. He'd rather Katie and his new whore. I've never even met this slut."

Gwen grabbed him and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"I know it seems unfair, and like he hates you, but this is how he's always been. Your father loves you. A lot. He's just unable to stay consistent for any period of time."

"It's ok. I've got a plan. I'm gonna make him love me."

Out of the corner of her eye she notices an empty can of Fancy Feast, causing her to recoil.

"Joseph-Gordon! Are you fucking joking right now? You're eating Fancy Feast like him? Are you on drugs?"

"Not yet. But I'm gonna go hit up his lab, I know the password and I knew he keeps a steady supply of stuff there. Mom, I have to become just like him. It's the only way he'll love me. If I become just like him. He only loves himself, so I will make him love me. I just want a good father."

She starts crying and does that weird hand mouth thing all white moms do.

"No, Joey. He hates himself. Your father is self destructing because he hates himself more than anything on the planet. Don't follow his path, don't go down like he does. I can't lose you like your grandmother lost him. Promise you'll stop this shit right now. You're better than that. He's better than that. He needs help, and I wish I would have seen the signs earlier. I just thought he was a little odd. Don't put some girl through what he put me through."

"Fine."

Gwen gets up, kisses Joseph on the head and steps out to call Frodo. Goes straight to voicemail.

"Call me. It's about your son."


"Ok, so I guess it's time for my closing thoughts. Well, I saw your shit, Harrison, and you can play Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs all you want. At the end of the day I do not fear you, Henry. I don't think you stand a chance, nor do I think you think you stand a chance. Go on, play insane. Show us two sides to you. Henry and the Devil Inside. Cute. Except, I've seen it all before and it doesn't phase me. You play with dog heads? Cute. I once saw a woman on meth use her baby as a weapon. I arrested a man who had frozen his shit and stabbed someone with it. Then there's my brother. My darling, beloved, missing brother.

Think anything you can do is going to top him? Frodo took Shane 's decapitated head, and fucked it. Not 30 minutes after it got removed, Frodo began to fuck it. Imagine that, fucking the freshly decapitated head of your former boss. Then imagine that's the least awkward thing my brother has done. Try getting woken up one night because your brother broke into your house, got into your bedroom, and began to anally fist his very pregnant wife in your bed. That happened to me 16 years ago. And you think the dog thing is impressive?

How is it going to startle Anarchy or myself? Did you know he stapled boards to people's chests? Because he can. You need to update your act for the land of Xtreme. Your nothing impressive here, man. Not a person in our fanbase saw that and jumped. They just called you out for being a pussy. And then they emailed me to beg me to kick your ass back to Utah. A lot of them seem to think you're a Mormon. Fine, maybe you are, but I'll kick the ass of you and everyone of your wives who come for me.

See, I want to get this gold. In order to get it I have to drop you down, and then destroy some bitch who thinks he can hold onto my title. That's just not going to happen. I had an X Title shot once, and I blew it. Not again. NOT AGAIN! You're going down, and then I'm going to use you as a club to bash in Anarchy's teeth. Don't try and come at me, you'll lose. There is no day that will ever be where you can win. Go get some sleep, fuck your wife, lick that button on her pussy, and hope you miss the match. I will come at you hard. I will come and come hard until you're not moving. Or until I can no longer come hard at you. I will hit you in the face and chest, leaving my mark on you. It will be sticky in that ring when we're done, and I promise your ass and cock will hurt for days."]]> <![CDATA[☆Don't look down☆Rp4]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14553 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 17:10:56 -0700 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14553
☆Don't look down☆


My match against Darren Dangerous was here tomorrow. It was my time to shine and make my mark here, in the XWF. Just the other night, Mr. some shitty fed was at my home. After a brief chat, he had disappeared. I probably wouldn't see the guy till the pay-per-view, itself.
Darren Dangerous was being the pathetic, fat twat that he is and everything he "did" leading up to this pay-per-view, I couldn't care to acknowledge. So far he had beat up some tramp, attacked Russell Crowe and well, the rest is bollocks. When I beat him and he's lying motionless in a pool of his own blood, on the ring mat, or most likely through the ring. He will only have himself to blame. He will wish that he never bigged himself up so much but most of all he'll wish he never faced me.

I was in my gym at my home, in Miami, Florida. I was on my bench press, lifting some weights. I never had long until I had to get ready to get my flight to Phoenix, Arizona. It was nearly a 4 hour flight, that I wasn't looking forward to. In about an hour, I'd have to leave and go to the Airport. My smartphone, Samsung Galaxy S5 began to ring. I put the weights down and get up to answer it. I look at the screen, it was my good friend Matty. I press the green, accept button. I put it on loud speaker.

Scully "Yo... What's up, bitch? You ready to come to Phoenix?"

Matty " Yeah, nob jock. I have my stuff, ready. Oh thanks by the way..."

Scully "What for?"

Matty "For helping me pay for these private sessions with the physio and the treatment. Things are looking good, my walking is slowly improving"

Scully "Your welcome, dude and that's awesome. So pleased for you. I'm just gonna jump in the shower and get dressed then I'll pick you up on the way to Airport."

Matty "Ok mate. I'll see you soon."

Scully "In a bit, dog shit."

With that, the call ended. I was so pleased for Matty, thing's were looking up for him. I must crack on I thought, time was ticking.....


Six Hours Later.....

Here we was, in Phoenix, Arizona. The flight wasn't that bad. We was going to stay in a nearby hotel, tonight. Me and Matty we're in a hired black, 2012 Dodge Charger making our way to the University of Phoenix Stadium. Yes, we we're early as the Relentless ppv wasn't until tomorrow. We was going to stay in a nearby hotel, tonight. They had been setting up the XWF ring today and I received a text message from Mr. some shitty fed, that the 50 foot Scaffolding for my match was also ready. I was going to check it out. I drive into the car park of the University of Phoenix Stadium and find a space, pretty easily. There was only a few cars around. I turn off the engine, get out the car and get the wheelchair out for Matty. Matty insists on using his cane instead. Matty, had started to walk a little, he had a long way to go but was getting better at it. I bring his wheelchair just in case he wanted it. I lock the car. I walk slowly with Matty, as we make our way towards the automatic doors. We enter the corridor as I show my pass to a security guard. Immediately, we find our way to the entrance area. At this point, Matty needed his wheelchair. We walk through the entrance and on to the stage. We look around at the empty seats, that will be packed tomorrow.

Scully "Tomorrow, the fans will get to know... Scully".

Matty "Tomorrow, Darren Dangerous will get to know you ain't no rookie like he seems to think. At least you won a heavyweight championship and didn't have to create your own, like you were creating your own pizza"

We both laugh as I push Matty down the ramp in his wheelchair and we then do a lap around the ring. Matty gets out the wheelchair as I help him up the steps and we enter the ring. I then look up the 50 foot scaffold. I gulp, nervously. That shit was high. I begin to walk up the ladder for the scaffold. As I get higher, I get a bit freaked out. I continue to climb and get to the top. I step on to the scaffold and look down. I begin to feel a little queasy. I was actually a little scared of heights.

Scully "Shit man. This is fucking scary. What was I thinking? I want to get down!!"

Matty thought it was hilarious as he laughed at my expense. I needed to get down. I close my eyes and make my way down. I get to the bottom as Matty shakes his head.

Matty "I knew you'd be a big pussy."

Scully " Fuck you"

Matty just laughs at me even me. I begin to smirk as I find it quite funny too. A guy dressed in a suit with a briefcase in hand, walks down the aisle and makes his way in to the ring. Matty smiles at him, he knew who he was

Matty "I'm glad you could make, it doc. This is Scully, the guy I was telling you about."

Doc? "Hello, Scully I am Doctor Andrews."

I was a little confused, I wasn't ill. What was going on here?

Scully "What's this all about??"

Doctor Andrews " I am a hypnotist ."

Matty "I knew you would freak out, so I arranged hypnotherapy for you."

Scully " Ok... I doubt it'll a work. I don't believe in this crap, but I'll give it a go."

Doctor Andrews opens his briefcase and pulls out a hypnotist watch.

Doctor Andrews "Scully, I need your full attention... Please follow the watch"

Scully " What a crock...."

Doctor Andrews "I guess you won't want to conquer your fear of heights after all."

Scully " Ok...Ok.... I'll try it"

Doctor Andrews "Now listen carefully and look at the watch in my hand."

Doctor Andrews began waving the watch in front of me as my eyes began to follow.

Doctor Andrews "The sky is the limit. You will no longer be afraid of heights... You will no longer be afraid of heights............. You are feeling very sleepy "

The next thing I know I'm staring at Doctor Andrews, not knowing exactly what had just happened. I thank both the doctor and Matty. What was I gonna do tomorrow at Relentless? Would I be afraid of heights and will it course me to fall? One thing I knew was I hoped this hypnotism worked........ ]]>
☆Don't look down☆


My match against Darren Dangerous was here tomorrow. It was my time to shine and make my mark here, in the XWF. Just the other night, Mr. some shitty fed was at my home. After a brief chat, he had disappeared. I probably wouldn't see the guy till the pay-per-view, itself.
Darren Dangerous was being the pathetic, fat twat that he is and everything he "did" leading up to this pay-per-view, I couldn't care to acknowledge. So far he had beat up some tramp, attacked Russell Crowe and well, the rest is bollocks. When I beat him and he's lying motionless in a pool of his own blood, on the ring mat, or most likely through the ring. He will only have himself to blame. He will wish that he never bigged himself up so much but most of all he'll wish he never faced me.

I was in my gym at my home, in Miami, Florida. I was on my bench press, lifting some weights. I never had long until I had to get ready to get my flight to Phoenix, Arizona. It was nearly a 4 hour flight, that I wasn't looking forward to. In about an hour, I'd have to leave and go to the Airport. My smartphone, Samsung Galaxy S5 began to ring. I put the weights down and get up to answer it. I look at the screen, it was my good friend Matty. I press the green, accept button. I put it on loud speaker.

Scully "Yo... What's up, bitch? You ready to come to Phoenix?"

Matty " Yeah, nob jock. I have my stuff, ready. Oh thanks by the way..."

Scully "What for?"

Matty "For helping me pay for these private sessions with the physio and the treatment. Things are looking good, my walking is slowly improving"

Scully "Your welcome, dude and that's awesome. So pleased for you. I'm just gonna jump in the shower and get dressed then I'll pick you up on the way to Airport."

Matty "Ok mate. I'll see you soon."

Scully "In a bit, dog shit."

With that, the call ended. I was so pleased for Matty, thing's were looking up for him. I must crack on I thought, time was ticking.....


Six Hours Later.....

Here we was, in Phoenix, Arizona. The flight wasn't that bad. We was going to stay in a nearby hotel, tonight. Me and Matty we're in a hired black, 2012 Dodge Charger making our way to the University of Phoenix Stadium. Yes, we we're early as the Relentless ppv wasn't until tomorrow. We was going to stay in a nearby hotel, tonight. They had been setting up the XWF ring today and I received a text message from Mr. some shitty fed, that the 50 foot Scaffolding for my match was also ready. I was going to check it out. I drive into the car park of the University of Phoenix Stadium and find a space, pretty easily. There was only a few cars around. I turn off the engine, get out the car and get the wheelchair out for Matty. Matty insists on using his cane instead. Matty, had started to walk a little, he had a long way to go but was getting better at it. I bring his wheelchair just in case he wanted it. I lock the car. I walk slowly with Matty, as we make our way towards the automatic doors. We enter the corridor as I show my pass to a security guard. Immediately, we find our way to the entrance area. At this point, Matty needed his wheelchair. We walk through the entrance and on to the stage. We look around at the empty seats, that will be packed tomorrow.

Scully "Tomorrow, the fans will get to know... Scully".

Matty "Tomorrow, Darren Dangerous will get to know you ain't no rookie like he seems to think. At least you won a heavyweight championship and didn't have to create your own, like you were creating your own pizza"

We both laugh as I push Matty down the ramp in his wheelchair and we then do a lap around the ring. Matty gets out the wheelchair as I help him up the steps and we enter the ring. I then look up the 50 foot scaffold. I gulp, nervously. That shit was high. I begin to walk up the ladder for the scaffold. As I get higher, I get a bit freaked out. I continue to climb and get to the top. I step on to the scaffold and look down. I begin to feel a little queasy. I was actually a little scared of heights.

Scully "Shit man. This is fucking scary. What was I thinking? I want to get down!!"

Matty thought it was hilarious as he laughed at my expense. I needed to get down. I close my eyes and make my way down. I get to the bottom as Matty shakes his head.

Matty "I knew you'd be a big pussy."

Scully " Fuck you"

Matty just laughs at me even me. I begin to smirk as I find it quite funny too. A guy dressed in a suit with a briefcase in hand, walks down the aisle and makes his way in to the ring. Matty smiles at him, he knew who he was

Matty "I'm glad you could make, it doc. This is Scully, the guy I was telling you about."

Doc? "Hello, Scully I am Doctor Andrews."

I was a little confused, I wasn't ill. What was going on here?

Scully "What's this all about??"

Doctor Andrews " I am a hypnotist ."

Matty "I knew you would freak out, so I arranged hypnotherapy for you."

Scully " Ok... I doubt it'll a work. I don't believe in this crap, but I'll give it a go."

Doctor Andrews opens his briefcase and pulls out a hypnotist watch.

Doctor Andrews "Scully, I need your full attention... Please follow the watch"

Scully " What a crock...."

Doctor Andrews "I guess you won't want to conquer your fear of heights after all."

Scully " Ok...Ok.... I'll try it"

Doctor Andrews "Now listen carefully and look at the watch in my hand."

Doctor Andrews began waving the watch in front of me as my eyes began to follow.

Doctor Andrews "The sky is the limit. You will no longer be afraid of heights... You will no longer be afraid of heights............. You are feeling very sleepy "

The next thing I know I'm staring at Doctor Andrews, not knowing exactly what had just happened. I thank both the doctor and Matty. What was I gonna do tomorrow at Relentless? Would I be afraid of heights and will it course me to fall? One thing I knew was I hoped this hypnotism worked........ ]]> <![CDATA["Loverboy" is relieved.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14552 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 16:10:28 -0700 Vincent Lane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14552


((Loverboy" Vinnie Lane is taking a break from his brutal training campaign for his championship match at XWF Relentless on Friday. Having been informed of this and invited to his hotel room at the Westin in Phoenix, XWF journalist and interviewer of the stars, Steve Sayors, walks to the door of room 504 - the same room Vinnie assaulted a hotel employee in earlier in the week. As he raises his fits to knock on the door, though, it opens quickly. Sayors inadvertently ends up knocking on the large bosom of a very buxom and very nearly naked young blonde woman who has slipped out of the room clad in only a small bath towel.))

Girl: ((giggles)) Well, hi!

Sayors: Oh, gosh! I'm sorry miss! I'm here for "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane? He called and asked for a quick interview for his match tomorrow...

Girl: Don't say sorry, sweetie. I just got done with him. He'sin the shower. I'm going to the pool. Have fun, sugar.

((The beautiful girl then places her hand on Steve Sayors' crotch, giving it a little squeeze before she walks off down the hall. The cameraman lingers on her as she walks away, watching as her curvaceous figure sways back and forth with each step and her ass flexes and rocks beneath the towel.))

Sayors: Joey! Hey! Over here!

((The scene swings rapidly back to Steve Sayors, who is adjusting his pants and pushing the door to the hotel room open. The room is a mess, with clothing and empty bottles strewn about. A polaroid camerais on the dresser, with a bunch of snapshots lying around. As the camera zooms in on one we see that they are of the same girl who just left, in various states of undress and squeezing, spreading or opening various parts of herself for the camera. In one or two of them we see she is sucking on something, which we can only assume to be - ))

Sayors: Loverboy? It's Steve Sayors. From XWF?

((From offscreen, the sound of a shower switches off. Then, the bathroom door pops open and the head of "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane peeks around the corner with a towel wrapped around his hair like a turban.

Loverboy: Hey dude! Glad you could make it! Gimme, like, one sec here.

((Loverboy vanishes from the doorway again and the sound of someone stumbling around the bathroom emerges. After a few moments, Loverboy struts out of the bathroom wearing only the towel on his head and a pair of very small, zebra striped Speedo underpants.))

Loverboy: Alright! Good to see you my man! Bring it in, dude!

((Loverboy grabs Sayors in a hug as the interviewer freezes and makes a horrified face as Loverboy's bulbous, animal-printed package brushes up against him. The camera view shakes as the operator laughs uncontrollably.))

Sayors: Oh... god... Vinnie, we don't have a lot of time... you called us?

Loverboy: Right man. Look, I just wanted to give you and the FXW an update on the status of the ol' Loverboy. I think you got you a little bit of a boner there, buddy.

Sayors: XWF. It's XWF, and that's just a wrinkle in my pants.

Loverboy: Right, dude, that's what I said. WFX. Anyway. Look, I've been through some weird shit this week, dude. I freaked out and beat up a busboy or whatever he was. I wandered around the desert and had some sort of heat exhaustion spirit journey. Man, I even went to TUCSON. Then, I got my boys to kick the crap out of me for like three straight days. But you know what, brother? It all paid off!

Sayors: It did? How so?

Loverboy: Steve-o, I have never been readier for a fight in my damn life, man. These three cats have no idea what they are in store for tomorrow night. For real. Did you see all the stuff the champs have been spouting?

Sayors: Of course, you can't miss it. Enigma's been on TV every five minutes.

Loverboy: He sure has, man. For a dude involved in some shady, clandestine shadow society he sure records a lot of his secret business. But you know what you don't see him doing? You don't see him talking about Relentless. You don't see him talking about me, or Clean, or even little Zoey. Speaking of her, dude, I was so glad to see her little ass was alive and well. She's been off the grid ever since she hooked up with McBride. You know I even posted an ad trying to find her? Check this out, man.

((Loverboy grabs his laptop from the floor, flinging off the sparkly pink bra that was sitting on top of it and typing a few words into the keyboard.))

Loverboy: Me and Peaches were making us a little movie, man, let me just shut that off. Don't want you feeling bad about yourself. Alright, here it is.

((Loverboy turns the screen to show Steve and the cameraman.))


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Loverboy: Good idea, right? But she didn't respond. A couple of others did. That's how I met Peaches, actually. Something about wanting to be double stuffed like an Oreo. Still though, I was focused. I called and texted and left her messages. Here, listen.

((Loverboy grabs his Nokia cell phone from the end table flipping it open and pressing a couple of buttons. Putting the phone on speaker, he points it in Steve's direction.))


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Click here to listen to Loverboy's Voicemail!


Loverboy: You see what I mean, man? I was at the end of my rope. Clean was even worried. Clean never worries about anything, you know? Those Andalusian Spaniards are so laid back, man. But then she showed up! Now those three Hot Topic rejects are really screwed, dude.

Sayors: So you're pretty confident about your match then?

Loverboy: That's what I'm saying, man! Enigma is out playing hide and go seek with Cain, trying to be secret and mysterious live on TV... and he already played his hand, letting me know he really has thought of the possibility of Azrael not being 100% into this fight. You know Az has a match on Saturday, too? With a partner he actually gives a damn about? Duke and Enigma aren't in his "brotherhood," you know? They have their own thing with little bro Cain, and it doesn't seem like it's going too well. Duke is preoccupied with it, Enigma is preoccupied with it, and Azrael definitely cares way more about his titles with Kendall Sawyer than he does having a bromance with those two Halloween decorations. Me? I've been spending every day preparing for this match. Clean's been preparing for this match. Zoey's been secretly preparing for this match. Just this, this is what our focus has been. What we have, all of a sudden, is a team. A team that is focused and ready and waiting to prove something to these three guys who have sat around and gotten fat off of their success and past accomplishments. It's time for a rude awakening, Stevie.

Sayors: Is that all you wanted to say, Vinnie?

Loverboy: That's all that's left to say, dude. Don't worry, I'm sure those three will pop in at the very last second with plenty to say, but for me it's all already been said, man. I'm ready. Thanks for coming out, man.

Sayors: Well, XWF universe, that's all from "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane! Live from Phoenix, Arizona, I'm Steve Sayors! See you in the ring!

Loverboy: End transmission! Ha!

((Fade to darkness.))]]>


((Loverboy" Vinnie Lane is taking a break from his brutal training campaign for his championship match at XWF Relentless on Friday. Having been informed of this and invited to his hotel room at the Westin in Phoenix, XWF journalist and interviewer of the stars, Steve Sayors, walks to the door of room 504 - the same room Vinnie assaulted a hotel employee in earlier in the week. As he raises his fits to knock on the door, though, it opens quickly. Sayors inadvertently ends up knocking on the large bosom of a very buxom and very nearly naked young blonde woman who has slipped out of the room clad in only a small bath towel.))

Girl: ((giggles)) Well, hi!

Sayors: Oh, gosh! I'm sorry miss! I'm here for "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane? He called and asked for a quick interview for his match tomorrow...

Girl: Don't say sorry, sweetie. I just got done with him. He'sin the shower. I'm going to the pool. Have fun, sugar.

((The beautiful girl then places her hand on Steve Sayors' crotch, giving it a little squeeze before she walks off down the hall. The cameraman lingers on her as she walks away, watching as her curvaceous figure sways back and forth with each step and her ass flexes and rocks beneath the towel.))

Sayors: Joey! Hey! Over here!

((The scene swings rapidly back to Steve Sayors, who is adjusting his pants and pushing the door to the hotel room open. The room is a mess, with clothing and empty bottles strewn about. A polaroid camerais on the dresser, with a bunch of snapshots lying around. As the camera zooms in on one we see that they are of the same girl who just left, in various states of undress and squeezing, spreading or opening various parts of herself for the camera. In one or two of them we see she is sucking on something, which we can only assume to be - ))

Sayors: Loverboy? It's Steve Sayors. From XWF?

((From offscreen, the sound of a shower switches off. Then, the bathroom door pops open and the head of "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane peeks around the corner with a towel wrapped around his hair like a turban.

Loverboy: Hey dude! Glad you could make it! Gimme, like, one sec here.

((Loverboy vanishes from the doorway again and the sound of someone stumbling around the bathroom emerges. After a few moments, Loverboy struts out of the bathroom wearing only the towel on his head and a pair of very small, zebra striped Speedo underpants.))

Loverboy: Alright! Good to see you my man! Bring it in, dude!

((Loverboy grabs Sayors in a hug as the interviewer freezes and makes a horrified face as Loverboy's bulbous, animal-printed package brushes up against him. The camera view shakes as the operator laughs uncontrollably.))

Sayors: Oh... god... Vinnie, we don't have a lot of time... you called us?

Loverboy: Right man. Look, I just wanted to give you and the FXW an update on the status of the ol' Loverboy. I think you got you a little bit of a boner there, buddy.

Sayors: XWF. It's XWF, and that's just a wrinkle in my pants.

Loverboy: Right, dude, that's what I said. WFX. Anyway. Look, I've been through some weird shit this week, dude. I freaked out and beat up a busboy or whatever he was. I wandered around the desert and had some sort of heat exhaustion spirit journey. Man, I even went to TUCSON. Then, I got my boys to kick the crap out of me for like three straight days. But you know what, brother? It all paid off!

Sayors: It did? How so?

Loverboy: Steve-o, I have never been readier for a fight in my damn life, man. These three cats have no idea what they are in store for tomorrow night. For real. Did you see all the stuff the champs have been spouting?

Sayors: Of course, you can't miss it. Enigma's been on TV every five minutes.

Loverboy: He sure has, man. For a dude involved in some shady, clandestine shadow society he sure records a lot of his secret business. But you know what you don't see him doing? You don't see him talking about Relentless. You don't see him talking about me, or Clean, or even little Zoey. Speaking of her, dude, I was so glad to see her little ass was alive and well. She's been off the grid ever since she hooked up with McBride. You know I even posted an ad trying to find her? Check this out, man.

((Loverboy grabs his laptop from the floor, flinging off the sparkly pink bra that was sitting on top of it and typing a few words into the keyboard.))

Loverboy: Me and Peaches were making us a little movie, man, let me just shut that off. Don't want you feeling bad about yourself. Alright, here it is.

((Loverboy turns the screen to show Steve and the cameraman.))


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Loverboy: Good idea, right? But she didn't respond. A couple of others did. That's how I met Peaches, actually. Something about wanting to be double stuffed like an Oreo. Still though, I was focused. I called and texted and left her messages. Here, listen.

((Loverboy grabs his Nokia cell phone from the end table flipping it open and pressing a couple of buttons. Putting the phone on speaker, he points it in Steve's direction.))


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Click here to listen to Loverboy's Voicemail!


Loverboy: You see what I mean, man? I was at the end of my rope. Clean was even worried. Clean never worries about anything, you know? Those Andalusian Spaniards are so laid back, man. But then she showed up! Now those three Hot Topic rejects are really screwed, dude.

Sayors: So you're pretty confident about your match then?

Loverboy: That's what I'm saying, man! Enigma is out playing hide and go seek with Cain, trying to be secret and mysterious live on TV... and he already played his hand, letting me know he really has thought of the possibility of Azrael not being 100% into this fight. You know Az has a match on Saturday, too? With a partner he actually gives a damn about? Duke and Enigma aren't in his "brotherhood," you know? They have their own thing with little bro Cain, and it doesn't seem like it's going too well. Duke is preoccupied with it, Enigma is preoccupied with it, and Azrael definitely cares way more about his titles with Kendall Sawyer than he does having a bromance with those two Halloween decorations. Me? I've been spending every day preparing for this match. Clean's been preparing for this match. Zoey's been secretly preparing for this match. Just this, this is what our focus has been. What we have, all of a sudden, is a team. A team that is focused and ready and waiting to prove something to these three guys who have sat around and gotten fat off of their success and past accomplishments. It's time for a rude awakening, Stevie.

Sayors: Is that all you wanted to say, Vinnie?

Loverboy: That's all that's left to say, dude. Don't worry, I'm sure those three will pop in at the very last second with plenty to say, but for me it's all already been said, man. I'm ready. Thanks for coming out, man.

Sayors: Well, XWF universe, that's all from "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane! Live from Phoenix, Arizona, I'm Steve Sayors! See you in the ring!

Loverboy: End transmission! Ha!

((Fade to darkness.))]]> <![CDATA[The Encounter (RP#7)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14551 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 15:14:44 -0700 LH Harrison]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14551

LH Harrison felt helpless. For the first time in his life, LH felt as though he had no options. He had just woken up from sleep drenched in blood. He ran to the bathroom only for the… monster inside to mock him. The being in him had made him murder again… And mutilate the bodies….again. LH wants this to stop but how do you stop something that controls you without warning? Sure, during the day LH will get headaches, but, at night, it happens suddenly.

Without warning.

That’s the scariest part of it all.

Can he go to bed without worrying about who will die next? Can he go to bed and actually get sleep?

LH contemplates this as he heads to the living room. He sits on his knees and extends his arms with palms facing up. He closes his tired eyes and hangs his head. He hears the sounds of his family breathing softly in their beds. He hears the clock on the wall slowly ticking and tocking. He hears the soft hum of his cable box across the room. The sound of tap…… tap….. tap is also heard coming from the kitchen as the sink has a slow drip that can’t be fixed without a plumber’s attention. All of these sounds would be irritating distractions when trying to focus, but not to LH. All of the sounds fade into nothingness as he says these two words…

Dear God.

It’s almost as if transferring your consciousness into a different plane. Your desires such as hunger, thirst, paranoia, and insomnia vanish as your sole focus is on reaching the other side. The camera zooms in on LH’s face as it fades to white. It’s a penetrating and blinding whiteness that makes the eyes feel as if they’re about to burn out. Finally LH is shown standing in all white. He seemed dazed and confused as if he’s never been in this absurd situation before. Before him is a clear table with two clear chairs at each end. LH takes a seat reluctantly at the nearest one, unsure of just what awaits him. He waits patiently as suddenly the other chair is pulled back by a translucent being that sits opposite of him.

The booming voice speaks.

Yes, my son?

It’s not so much heard as the voice doesn’t have a mouth and isn’t actually speaking. It’s more felt inside of LH as if the translucent being is speaking to LH’s heart and soul instead of his physical shell. LH begins to speak explaining the entire situation to the being called God. It sits at the end of the table motionless allowing LH to complete his explanation. Finally the being ‘speaks.’

Do not feel guilt my son. You had no control over your actions, and thus are not responsible for the deeds done. Thus you must vanquish this monstrosity from your being. It only requires you to request for this demon to be extracted from your soul. You must return to the place from which you came and speak out proclaiming me as your God and Savior and pray for this ‘LH The Great’ to be taken away. Normally I’d never meet someone on said terms, and I’d never grant them remission from a personal demon. Consider thyself blessed and learn to conquer the world of professional wrestling and spread the good Inspirational word in the best way possible.

LH nods in acceptance of the terms and abruptly the scene in white fades out and back into the living room. LH’s body is still in a kneeling position with his arms outstretched. The body shakes as LH reenters the body from the adjacent plane. LH takes a deep exhale and focuses on what has just occurred. Had he just met God? Who can actually say that they’ve encountered God? He seems elated by the very fact he had been blessed enough to meet him. Yet something in his mind felt as if it were a trap. What if the monster inside had tricked him into thinking he had met God? What if all that he had just encountered had been another misleading dream sequence? LH seems torn, but he feels as though it couldn’t hurt to follow what the being had said.

Thank you God for hearing me out. Thank you for always being there for me in times of trials and tribulations. Thank you for always being there for me in the ring, and thank you for always watching over my matches to ensure my safety. I thank you for watching over my children and wife as I go these trials. I would…

LH suddenly is tongue-tied as he thinks about banishing the demon within. The demon’s words flash over his mind. What if he can’t beat Swagmire and Anarchy? What if it was right? He would never get another title match, and he would dwell in the mediocrity of trying to wretch the X-Treme title off of Griffin through not so honorable fashion.

I can’t just jump the X-Treme titleholder like many do around here. It isn’t a fair or an honorable way of obtaining the X-Treme title. I have to win this match to earn my spot against Griffin.

He snaps back to focus but suddenly the tap…..tap……tap from the kitchen is driving him nuts. He tunes it out only to hear the incessant ticking and tocking from the clock clamoring through his skull. Finally he gets around it, but can only think of his family sleeping in the house as he hears their soft breathing. He clutches at his short hair and pulls firmly. He grits his teeth. Why won’t the noises stop? Why can’t he focus on the task at hand? LH falls forward onto his hands. He finally remembers what he was praying for.

God, I want you to rid me of this demon…

He thinks about his match on Friday.

… at a later date.

LH feels terrible not getting rid of the demon now, but why not let me do his work on Friday and THEN get rid of him? LH gets off his knees and walks to the bathroom.

You happy? You get your match on Friday, but then you’re gone!

LH stares at his reflection expecting it to change. He yawns realizing how late it is and walks back to his bed. The reflection, however, doesn’t follow. It follow him with its eyes before averting them straight ahead. The smile returns and the eyes turn to their red and black swirl.





Amen.
]]>

LH Harrison felt helpless. For the first time in his life, LH felt as though he had no options. He had just woken up from sleep drenched in blood. He ran to the bathroom only for the… monster inside to mock him. The being in him had made him murder again… And mutilate the bodies….again. LH wants this to stop but how do you stop something that controls you without warning? Sure, during the day LH will get headaches, but, at night, it happens suddenly.

Without warning.

That’s the scariest part of it all.

Can he go to bed without worrying about who will die next? Can he go to bed and actually get sleep?

LH contemplates this as he heads to the living room. He sits on his knees and extends his arms with palms facing up. He closes his tired eyes and hangs his head. He hears the sounds of his family breathing softly in their beds. He hears the clock on the wall slowly ticking and tocking. He hears the soft hum of his cable box across the room. The sound of tap…… tap….. tap is also heard coming from the kitchen as the sink has a slow drip that can’t be fixed without a plumber’s attention. All of these sounds would be irritating distractions when trying to focus, but not to LH. All of the sounds fade into nothingness as he says these two words…

Dear God.

It’s almost as if transferring your consciousness into a different plane. Your desires such as hunger, thirst, paranoia, and insomnia vanish as your sole focus is on reaching the other side. The camera zooms in on LH’s face as it fades to white. It’s a penetrating and blinding whiteness that makes the eyes feel as if they’re about to burn out. Finally LH is shown standing in all white. He seemed dazed and confused as if he’s never been in this absurd situation before. Before him is a clear table with two clear chairs at each end. LH takes a seat reluctantly at the nearest one, unsure of just what awaits him. He waits patiently as suddenly the other chair is pulled back by a translucent being that sits opposite of him.

The booming voice speaks.

Yes, my son?

It’s not so much heard as the voice doesn’t have a mouth and isn’t actually speaking. It’s more felt inside of LH as if the translucent being is speaking to LH’s heart and soul instead of his physical shell. LH begins to speak explaining the entire situation to the being called God. It sits at the end of the table motionless allowing LH to complete his explanation. Finally the being ‘speaks.’

Do not feel guilt my son. You had no control over your actions, and thus are not responsible for the deeds done. Thus you must vanquish this monstrosity from your being. It only requires you to request for this demon to be extracted from your soul. You must return to the place from which you came and speak out proclaiming me as your God and Savior and pray for this ‘LH The Great’ to be taken away. Normally I’d never meet someone on said terms, and I’d never grant them remission from a personal demon. Consider thyself blessed and learn to conquer the world of professional wrestling and spread the good Inspirational word in the best way possible.

LH nods in acceptance of the terms and abruptly the scene in white fades out and back into the living room. LH’s body is still in a kneeling position with his arms outstretched. The body shakes as LH reenters the body from the adjacent plane. LH takes a deep exhale and focuses on what has just occurred. Had he just met God? Who can actually say that they’ve encountered God? He seems elated by the very fact he had been blessed enough to meet him. Yet something in his mind felt as if it were a trap. What if the monster inside had tricked him into thinking he had met God? What if all that he had just encountered had been another misleading dream sequence? LH seems torn, but he feels as though it couldn’t hurt to follow what the being had said.

Thank you God for hearing me out. Thank you for always being there for me in times of trials and tribulations. Thank you for always being there for me in the ring, and thank you for always watching over my matches to ensure my safety. I thank you for watching over my children and wife as I go these trials. I would…

LH suddenly is tongue-tied as he thinks about banishing the demon within. The demon’s words flash over his mind. What if he can’t beat Swagmire and Anarchy? What if it was right? He would never get another title match, and he would dwell in the mediocrity of trying to wretch the X-Treme title off of Griffin through not so honorable fashion.

I can’t just jump the X-Treme titleholder like many do around here. It isn’t a fair or an honorable way of obtaining the X-Treme title. I have to win this match to earn my spot against Griffin.

He snaps back to focus but suddenly the tap…..tap……tap from the kitchen is driving him nuts. He tunes it out only to hear the incessant ticking and tocking from the clock clamoring through his skull. Finally he gets around it, but can only think of his family sleeping in the house as he hears their soft breathing. He clutches at his short hair and pulls firmly. He grits his teeth. Why won’t the noises stop? Why can’t he focus on the task at hand? LH falls forward onto his hands. He finally remembers what he was praying for.

God, I want you to rid me of this demon…

He thinks about his match on Friday.

… at a later date.

LH feels terrible not getting rid of the demon now, but why not let me do his work on Friday and THEN get rid of him? LH gets off his knees and walks to the bathroom.

You happy? You get your match on Friday, but then you’re gone!

LH stares at his reflection expecting it to change. He yawns realizing how late it is and walks back to his bed. The reflection, however, doesn’t follow. It follow him with its eyes before averting them straight ahead. The smile returns and the eyes turn to their red and black swirl.





Amen.
]]> <![CDATA[Lines Are Drawn RP 10]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14550 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 14:05:40 -0700 The Enigma]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14550

Tuesday, August 19, 2014 – 8:30AM EST – The Compound - Old Saybrook, Connecticut


What the fuck did he just say to me?



ENIGMA: “You heard what?”

CAIN: “I heard Asmodeus and Brother Jacob discussing leadership of the Illuminatus, your name was brought up.”

“Brother Jacob did not have anything positive to say about you.”

ENIGMA: “That’s not shocking.”

“Get to the part about Asmodeus ordering Jacob to kill Sebastian.”

CAIN: “Well it seemed very clear to Asmodeus that Sebastian plans to wrestle control of the Illuminatus from him and that as a result of that he needs a new heir to carry on the ideals of the group.”

“Jacob does not believe you to be that person. Asmodeus seems to agree.”

“Ultimately they settled on Jacob being that heir but in order for that to happen Jacob was tasked with killing Sebastian.”

ENIGMA: “Ok. This next question is of the utmost importance.”

“What was Jacob’s response?”

CAIN: “I did not hear the response.”

ENIGMA: “Damn it.”

CAIN: “They were walking while having this discussion, I was standing behind a wall, eventually they walked too far away for me to hear.”

ENIGMA: “Ok. Ok.”

CAIN: “Is something wrong?”

ENIGMA: “Potentially.”

CAIN: “Should we tell Sebastian?”

ENIGMA: “Leave that to me.”

CAIN: “What are you going to say to him?”

ENIGMA: “For the moment. Nothing.”

CAIN: “But why? You have to warn him.”

ENIGMA: “Something you will come to find out Brother Cain is that if you think you are one step ahead of Sebastian there is a really good chance you are actually a few steps behind.”

CAIN: “So you are saying that Sebastian is already aware of this?”

ENIGMA: “I’m saying there is a very good chance that that is the case, yes.”

CAIN: “But you have no way of knowing for sure?”

ENIGMA: “That is correct.”

CAIN: “I am slightly confused by this. Why would you not want to tell Sebastian?”

ENIGMA: “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, just that I would handle it.”

“I appreciate you bringing this information to me, and I promise you, you will be safe within the walls of The Compound.”

CAIN: “But Asmodeus, he is the High Priest, the Leader of the Illuminati is he not?”

ENIGMA: “He is.”

“But there are also things that he is not, not any longer, and his refusal to come to terms with them will ultimately be his downfall.”

CAIN: “You say it as if it is an absolute certainty.”

ENIGMA: “If Sebastian wishes it to be so, than it will.”

CAIN: “And what of Brother Jacob?”

ENIGMA: “Again, that will be up to Sebastian.”

CAIN: “I understand that you and Jacob don’t get along very well, is that true?”

ENIGMA: “It is.”

CAIN: “May I ask why?”

ENIGMA: “He and I have differing views on many topics.”

“But at the end of the day he is Sebastian’s most trusted advisor and until Sebastian says otherwise, he is untouchable.”

CAIN: “Even with what I just told you?”

ENIGMA: “Again that is for Sebastian to decide.”

“Since you did not actually hear what Jacob’s response was than it makes things far more difficult.”

CAIN: “I apologize.”

ENIGMA: “No need to that.”

“What you have told me is already extremely helpful and I promise you, if it proves to be true than it will go a long way towards earning my trust and I would imagine Sebastian’s as well.”

CAIN: “Very good.”

ENIGMA: “Let me ask you something Cain, why did you bring this information to me?”

“Why didn’t you go straight to Sebastian?”

CAIN: “I felt as though this information would be more meaningful if it came from you.”

ENIGMA: “Interesting.”

CAIN: “How so?”

ENIGMA: “You had a chance to immediately ingratiate yourself to Sebastian and you chose instead to come to me.”

“I find it interesting. Not wrong mind you, just interesting.”

“I have found so often anymore that people’s default is to look out for themselves first, that you didn’t is interesting.”

CAIN: “I have been around for a very long time as you know.”

“But make no mistake I went through a period where I looked out for me and only me. But eventually I learned that doing so was no way to live.”

ENIGMA: “I would agree. We are conditioned to have others in our lives.”

“We are not meant to be alone and being selfish is a sure fire way to end up alone.”

“Look at Asmodeus.”

CAIN: “I thought he was with your mother?”

ENIGMA: “You really have been paying attention.”

“Yes he is. But he spent decades alone because of his greed because of his singular focus.”

“To a degree I understood it. To achieve greatness you must have a singular focus but not at the cost of everything around you.”

“In my opinion.”

CAIN: “What about you?”

ENIGMA: “What about me?”

CAIN: “Do you have someone in your life?”

ENIGMA: “No I do not.”

“I used to. But things did not work out.”

“But that is not what we are here to talk about.”

CAIN: “Right.”

“I apologize for getting us off track.”

ENIGMA: “Think nothing of it.”

“If you don’t mind I would like some time to reflect on what you have brought to me. I need to figure out how I want to proceed.”

“In the meantime you are free to go. If you see Jacob or Asmodeus act as though nothing has changed. As far as they know, you heard nothing.”

CAIN: “Understood.”

ENIGMA: “If for some unforeseen reason either of them try to corner you come straight here.”

“Do you understand?’

CAIN: “Yes.”

ENIGMA: “Good.”

“I will call for you later.”

CAIN: “Yes Master.”

ENIGMA: “Eric is fine.”

CAIN: “Yes…Eric.”



Brother Cain gets up and quickly exits my quarters, shutting the door behind him.

What the fuck just happened? Asmodeus ordering Jacob to kill Sebastian? I would never in a million years believe it if it had come from anyone other than Cain. He has no reason to lie and certainly not about something like this. This is a game changer, in every sense of the phrase. I should kill Jacob right now and not even give it a second thought. Just walk up to him and snap his neck before he even has time to wonder why the light is fading from his eyes. But I can’t. Sebastian wouldn’t want it that way. If Asmodeus has really fired the first salvo in this war, and I have every reason to believe he did than now is the time to get in line and take orders. Not run off halfcocked. Besides, if Jacob goes, yours truly moves up a peg. And Cain along with me.

But how do I proceed? I meant what I said to Cain that often times when people think they are one step ahead of Sebastian they end up being so incredibly wrong. I would be willing to bet this is one of those times. Sebastian is well aware of Father’s unhappiness and his ever growing sense that the Illuminatus is slipping from his grasp. He knows that Sebastian is trying to take from, rightfully I might add, the one thing that he has left in this world.

Asmodeus is a relic, a fossil of a time long since passed. He will always be remembered for the instrumental part he has played in all of this, he built this, all of this. But his time is over. Sebastian is the man to take his place, and if Asmodeus is insistent on bringing a fight to Sebastian’s door step than, unfortunately for Asmodeus it will be the last poor choice he ever makes.

For the longest time I felt like Sebastian was incapable of making the hard choice, of removing his father from the equation if the need arose but ever since Thaddeus’s death I have seen a change in Sebastian. He is more cold and calculated, more ruthless than ever. He will stop at nothing to take what he believes is his. And not Asmodeus or Jacob will stand in his way. And when either or both of them decide to make their move Cain and I will be standing right there with Sebastian.

This will not end well for them.

This will not end well for anyone who decides to challenge The Brotherhood.

Fade To Darkness]]>

Tuesday, August 19, 2014 – 8:30AM EST – The Compound - Old Saybrook, Connecticut


What the fuck did he just say to me?



ENIGMA: “You heard what?”

CAIN: “I heard Asmodeus and Brother Jacob discussing leadership of the Illuminatus, your name was brought up.”

“Brother Jacob did not have anything positive to say about you.”

ENIGMA: “That’s not shocking.”

“Get to the part about Asmodeus ordering Jacob to kill Sebastian.”

CAIN: “Well it seemed very clear to Asmodeus that Sebastian plans to wrestle control of the Illuminatus from him and that as a result of that he needs a new heir to carry on the ideals of the group.”

“Jacob does not believe you to be that person. Asmodeus seems to agree.”

“Ultimately they settled on Jacob being that heir but in order for that to happen Jacob was tasked with killing Sebastian.”

ENIGMA: “Ok. This next question is of the utmost importance.”

“What was Jacob’s response?”

CAIN: “I did not hear the response.”

ENIGMA: “Damn it.”

CAIN: “They were walking while having this discussion, I was standing behind a wall, eventually they walked too far away for me to hear.”

ENIGMA: “Ok. Ok.”

CAIN: “Is something wrong?”

ENIGMA: “Potentially.”

CAIN: “Should we tell Sebastian?”

ENIGMA: “Leave that to me.”

CAIN: “What are you going to say to him?”

ENIGMA: “For the moment. Nothing.”

CAIN: “But why? You have to warn him.”

ENIGMA: “Something you will come to find out Brother Cain is that if you think you are one step ahead of Sebastian there is a really good chance you are actually a few steps behind.”

CAIN: “So you are saying that Sebastian is already aware of this?”

ENIGMA: “I’m saying there is a very good chance that that is the case, yes.”

CAIN: “But you have no way of knowing for sure?”

ENIGMA: “That is correct.”

CAIN: “I am slightly confused by this. Why would you not want to tell Sebastian?”

ENIGMA: “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, just that I would handle it.”

“I appreciate you bringing this information to me, and I promise you, you will be safe within the walls of The Compound.”

CAIN: “But Asmodeus, he is the High Priest, the Leader of the Illuminati is he not?”

ENIGMA: “He is.”

“But there are also things that he is not, not any longer, and his refusal to come to terms with them will ultimately be his downfall.”

CAIN: “You say it as if it is an absolute certainty.”

ENIGMA: “If Sebastian wishes it to be so, than it will.”

CAIN: “And what of Brother Jacob?”

ENIGMA: “Again, that will be up to Sebastian.”

CAIN: “I understand that you and Jacob don’t get along very well, is that true?”

ENIGMA: “It is.”

CAIN: “May I ask why?”

ENIGMA: “He and I have differing views on many topics.”

“But at the end of the day he is Sebastian’s most trusted advisor and until Sebastian says otherwise, he is untouchable.”

CAIN: “Even with what I just told you?”

ENIGMA: “Again that is for Sebastian to decide.”

“Since you did not actually hear what Jacob’s response was than it makes things far more difficult.”

CAIN: “I apologize.”

ENIGMA: “No need to that.”

“What you have told me is already extremely helpful and I promise you, if it proves to be true than it will go a long way towards earning my trust and I would imagine Sebastian’s as well.”

CAIN: “Very good.”

ENIGMA: “Let me ask you something Cain, why did you bring this information to me?”

“Why didn’t you go straight to Sebastian?”

CAIN: “I felt as though this information would be more meaningful if it came from you.”

ENIGMA: “Interesting.”

CAIN: “How so?”

ENIGMA: “You had a chance to immediately ingratiate yourself to Sebastian and you chose instead to come to me.”

“I find it interesting. Not wrong mind you, just interesting.”

“I have found so often anymore that people’s default is to look out for themselves first, that you didn’t is interesting.”

CAIN: “I have been around for a very long time as you know.”

“But make no mistake I went through a period where I looked out for me and only me. But eventually I learned that doing so was no way to live.”

ENIGMA: “I would agree. We are conditioned to have others in our lives.”

“We are not meant to be alone and being selfish is a sure fire way to end up alone.”

“Look at Asmodeus.”

CAIN: “I thought he was with your mother?”

ENIGMA: “You really have been paying attention.”

“Yes he is. But he spent decades alone because of his greed because of his singular focus.”

“To a degree I understood it. To achieve greatness you must have a singular focus but not at the cost of everything around you.”

“In my opinion.”

CAIN: “What about you?”

ENIGMA: “What about me?”

CAIN: “Do you have someone in your life?”

ENIGMA: “No I do not.”

“I used to. But things did not work out.”

“But that is not what we are here to talk about.”

CAIN: “Right.”

“I apologize for getting us off track.”

ENIGMA: “Think nothing of it.”

“If you don’t mind I would like some time to reflect on what you have brought to me. I need to figure out how I want to proceed.”

“In the meantime you are free to go. If you see Jacob or Asmodeus act as though nothing has changed. As far as they know, you heard nothing.”

CAIN: “Understood.”

ENIGMA: “If for some unforeseen reason either of them try to corner you come straight here.”

“Do you understand?’

CAIN: “Yes.”

ENIGMA: “Good.”

“I will call for you later.”

CAIN: “Yes Master.”

ENIGMA: “Eric is fine.”

CAIN: “Yes…Eric.”



Brother Cain gets up and quickly exits my quarters, shutting the door behind him.

What the fuck just happened? Asmodeus ordering Jacob to kill Sebastian? I would never in a million years believe it if it had come from anyone other than Cain. He has no reason to lie and certainly not about something like this. This is a game changer, in every sense of the phrase. I should kill Jacob right now and not even give it a second thought. Just walk up to him and snap his neck before he even has time to wonder why the light is fading from his eyes. But I can’t. Sebastian wouldn’t want it that way. If Asmodeus has really fired the first salvo in this war, and I have every reason to believe he did than now is the time to get in line and take orders. Not run off halfcocked. Besides, if Jacob goes, yours truly moves up a peg. And Cain along with me.

But how do I proceed? I meant what I said to Cain that often times when people think they are one step ahead of Sebastian they end up being so incredibly wrong. I would be willing to bet this is one of those times. Sebastian is well aware of Father’s unhappiness and his ever growing sense that the Illuminatus is slipping from his grasp. He knows that Sebastian is trying to take from, rightfully I might add, the one thing that he has left in this world.

Asmodeus is a relic, a fossil of a time long since passed. He will always be remembered for the instrumental part he has played in all of this, he built this, all of this. But his time is over. Sebastian is the man to take his place, and if Asmodeus is insistent on bringing a fight to Sebastian’s door step than, unfortunately for Asmodeus it will be the last poor choice he ever makes.

For the longest time I felt like Sebastian was incapable of making the hard choice, of removing his father from the equation if the need arose but ever since Thaddeus’s death I have seen a change in Sebastian. He is more cold and calculated, more ruthless than ever. He will stop at nothing to take what he believes is his. And not Asmodeus or Jacob will stand in his way. And when either or both of them decide to make their move Cain and I will be standing right there with Sebastian.

This will not end well for them.

This will not end well for anyone who decides to challenge The Brotherhood.

Fade To Darkness]]> <![CDATA[ETV LIVE:BOBBY ZI presents "The schizophernic" (rp #4)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14545 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 13:16:21 -0700 Bobby Charles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14545
Bobby, smirked to his stablemates as he replaced his trench coat with a white lab coat. He set the front lecture stand in it’s place, then pulled the white projection screen down. While he riffled through his notes, Kaid set up the video projection unit. Chris, pulled the tape out of a bag, and slid itinto the VCR portion of the projector. After a couple of tests, the projector lined up well with the screen, and in focus...

‘’ Welcome back. Tonight we are continuing our psyche-study on Schizophrenic patients, and their life as a Schizophrenic. I even got a handful of email about this mini-series, and how refreshing it is, thanks all ‘’

‘’so Last evening, we spent a good deal of time discussion Barney green, and his Hallucinations. And as you and I BOTH know, a person who suffers from hallucinations CAN actually participate in wrestling matches.. ‘’

‘’Tonight we’ll talk about another patient and wrap up with his Delusions, Talking Nonsense, Preoccupations, Violent or Aggressive behavior, and last but not least Restlessness. We will also demonstrate some instance for those of you who are too stupid, or are just joining us, fits the bill... ‘’

‘’First of all we have Delusions.. ‘’

"An official explanation is that Delusions are FALSE BELIEFS or MISINTERPRETATION OF EVENTS & THEIR SIGNIFICANCE. For example, Mastermind may get accidentally bumped in the subway & may conclude that this is a plot by the Gilmour to harass him.He may be awakened by noise from his neighbors dog, and assume that barney green made the dog bark so he wouldn’t get his beauty rest. These insane beliefs are tenaciously held, against all reason, and they are characteristically not shared by other people. They are held only by the person himself & by no one else... ‘’

‘’Now we can see where his Delusions have really come to play, roll that tape! ‘’

Example :
Quote: "Then there is Bobby Zi. Fact. You're a butt kisser. Fact. You're a former extreme champion. Fact. You don't know when to stop kissing arse. Fact. You've been on a downward spiral of late. Fact. You are facing despair. Well the facts show that this butt kisser, former champion, falling has been who is in despair, will be even in more despair when I hold aloft the new championship belt, when I win this match."

‘’since none of us are his doctors OR friends, we don’t have any qualms about responding in the unhelpful manor. He’s a dick, and frankly, he has it coming. Schizo or not.‘’

Bobby looks down at his notes to see what is next.

‘’Talking Nonsense, This often takes place when a person hasnt been taking their meds, or when stress levels are very high. What a person says can become completely incomprehensible to those around him either because the sentences are unconnected to each other, or getting confused of the term ’OPINION’ & ’FACT’ because it take on special secret meanings to those speaking them. They may even use language as a sort of incantation to ward of threat.. ‘’

Quote: "Fact. I am the next champion. Fact. I will stand tall. Fact. I am that dam good. Fact. I am the Master of Minds. Fact. I am Relentless, and I will not relent."


‘’We move on to the topic of: Preoccupations, What these are, are a sort of fixed idea, not necessarily false, like delusions are, but overvalued. They take on incredible importanceand take up way too much of the man’s free time.An idea often returns and returns. Most frequently it is about a worry or doing something well or in time. Generally, the worry grows and becomes unrealistic. Such as ‘’defeating myself, bobby zi ‘ or ’picking up the new title ’.. ‘’

Zi gets the room quieted down, and begin again, still smirking from the ‘’masterbate‘’ comments...

‘’and finally, we have Restlessness.. ‘’

"Restlessness, anxiety, tension and agitation arewords describing similar states. None of these are definite signs of schizophrenia but, like aggressive behavior, they tend to happen in along with the positive symptoms. They may result from fear and apprehension, as a response to the frightening aspects of hallucinations & delusions or even as a result of having to face bobby zi in the ring, if you see his latest promo, unusually he play multiple roles & areas in rapid succession. Just watch .. ‘’

*he shows the latest vids of mastermind & back to the picture..

‘’thats right mastermind, you’r one of schizophrenic patient and this friday,you will be dealing with one of the sickest men in this federation and trust me, you have nothing to topple me, cuz i will walk out as that godamn champion .. ‘’

Scene fades to black..]]>
Bobby, smirked to his stablemates as he replaced his trench coat with a white lab coat. He set the front lecture stand in it’s place, then pulled the white projection screen down. While he riffled through his notes, Kaid set up the video projection unit. Chris, pulled the tape out of a bag, and slid itinto the VCR portion of the projector. After a couple of tests, the projector lined up well with the screen, and in focus...

‘’ Welcome back. Tonight we are continuing our psyche-study on Schizophrenic patients, and their life as a Schizophrenic. I even got a handful of email about this mini-series, and how refreshing it is, thanks all ‘’

‘’so Last evening, we spent a good deal of time discussion Barney green, and his Hallucinations. And as you and I BOTH know, a person who suffers from hallucinations CAN actually participate in wrestling matches.. ‘’

‘’Tonight we’ll talk about another patient and wrap up with his Delusions, Talking Nonsense, Preoccupations, Violent or Aggressive behavior, and last but not least Restlessness. We will also demonstrate some instance for those of you who are too stupid, or are just joining us, fits the bill... ‘’

‘’First of all we have Delusions.. ‘’

"An official explanation is that Delusions are FALSE BELIEFS or MISINTERPRETATION OF EVENTS & THEIR SIGNIFICANCE. For example, Mastermind may get accidentally bumped in the subway & may conclude that this is a plot by the Gilmour to harass him.He may be awakened by noise from his neighbors dog, and assume that barney green made the dog bark so he wouldn’t get his beauty rest. These insane beliefs are tenaciously held, against all reason, and they are characteristically not shared by other people. They are held only by the person himself & by no one else... ‘’

‘’Now we can see where his Delusions have really come to play, roll that tape! ‘’

Example :
Quote: "Then there is Bobby Zi. Fact. You're a butt kisser. Fact. You're a former extreme champion. Fact. You don't know when to stop kissing arse. Fact. You've been on a downward spiral of late. Fact. You are facing despair. Well the facts show that this butt kisser, former champion, falling has been who is in despair, will be even in more despair when I hold aloft the new championship belt, when I win this match."

‘’since none of us are his doctors OR friends, we don’t have any qualms about responding in the unhelpful manor. He’s a dick, and frankly, he has it coming. Schizo or not.‘’

Bobby looks down at his notes to see what is next.

‘’Talking Nonsense, This often takes place when a person hasnt been taking their meds, or when stress levels are very high. What a person says can become completely incomprehensible to those around him either because the sentences are unconnected to each other, or getting confused of the term ’OPINION’ & ’FACT’ because it take on special secret meanings to those speaking them. They may even use language as a sort of incantation to ward of threat.. ‘’

Quote: "Fact. I am the next champion. Fact. I will stand tall. Fact. I am that dam good. Fact. I am the Master of Minds. Fact. I am Relentless, and I will not relent."


‘’We move on to the topic of: Preoccupations, What these are, are a sort of fixed idea, not necessarily false, like delusions are, but overvalued. They take on incredible importanceand take up way too much of the man’s free time.An idea often returns and returns. Most frequently it is about a worry or doing something well or in time. Generally, the worry grows and becomes unrealistic. Such as ‘’defeating myself, bobby zi ‘ or ’picking up the new title ’.. ‘’

Zi gets the room quieted down, and begin again, still smirking from the ‘’masterbate‘’ comments...

‘’and finally, we have Restlessness.. ‘’

"Restlessness, anxiety, tension and agitation arewords describing similar states. None of these are definite signs of schizophrenia but, like aggressive behavior, they tend to happen in along with the positive symptoms. They may result from fear and apprehension, as a response to the frightening aspects of hallucinations & delusions or even as a result of having to face bobby zi in the ring, if you see his latest promo, unusually he play multiple roles & areas in rapid succession. Just watch .. ‘’

*he shows the latest vids of mastermind & back to the picture..

‘’thats right mastermind, you’r one of schizophrenic patient and this friday,you will be dealing with one of the sickest men in this federation and trust me, you have nothing to topple me, cuz i will walk out as that godamn champion .. ‘’

Scene fades to black..]]> <![CDATA[What It Is Like To Be Dangerous]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14542 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 12:28:03 -0700 Dangerously Sexy Darren]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14542
Darren signed lots of autographs from items such as magazines and action figures to copies of Lord Of The Cock Rings. A few female fans were even eager to flash him or get him to sign their tits. One of them, a beautiful young Mexican lady told him she was voted the city's best kisser 4 years in a row. Darren invited her to sit in his lap and make a believer out of him, needles to say she did.

Darren: That is one spicy taco!

A few media outlets were at the event and snapped some photos of the kiss as the girl blushed and walked away. The next fan in line had a poster for Relentless with Darren and Scully's pictures on it.

Fan: Could you sign this for me?

Darren: Yeah sure... who should I make it out to?

Fan: No one in particular, I don't plan on keeping it.

Darren: You're not going to sell this on Ebay are you?

Fan: Not yet... I wanted to wait and see if Scully kills you tomorrow at Relentless. If he does it will be worth something,

Darren is suddenly overcome with anger and stands up out of his chair.

Daren: You listen here you little son of a bitch! I am not going to die or even lose for that matter. Instead of cashing in on the hard work others have done in their life why don't you go out and get a fucking job?

Fan: Like what you do is so special. You get beat up for a living, anyone could do that.

Darren: Is that so? Well I tell you what, since you want to be a Billy Badass how about we go out in the parking lot and if you can kick my ass I will personally pay you $1,000 and give you that autograph. Do we have a deal?

Fan: All I have to do is beat you down and I get a grand and the autograph?

Darren: That's what I said wasn't it?

Fan: Alright asshole you're on.

Darren follows the man out to the parking lot where a crowd follows.

Darren: Ok I will give you the first shot.

The man wastes no time and swings at Darren barely swiping the side of his head. Darren swings back hitting the man square in the chin. He starts stepping back trying to keep his balance when Darren stomps down on his knee. The man screams out in pain and falls to the ground. He tries to get away but cannot stand and begins scooting away. Darren picks the man up and shoves him against a car.

Darren: Come on tough ghuy! Anyone can do it, right? Come on man be a fucking badass!

The man swings but misses Darren completely. Darren twists the man around causing further pain and damage to his knee and lifts him and drops him with the Stranger Danger on the concrete.

Darren: That's what I thought you fucking pussy!

The man lies motionless as Darren picks up the poster lying nearby the fan had and rips it down the middle and drops it. A gust of wind carries the pieces out of the parking lot and into the desert. Darren dusts his hands off and heads back inside to cheers from the crowd outside.]]>
Darren signed lots of autographs from items such as magazines and action figures to copies of Lord Of The Cock Rings. A few female fans were even eager to flash him or get him to sign their tits. One of them, a beautiful young Mexican lady told him she was voted the city's best kisser 4 years in a row. Darren invited her to sit in his lap and make a believer out of him, needles to say she did.

Darren: That is one spicy taco!

A few media outlets were at the event and snapped some photos of the kiss as the girl blushed and walked away. The next fan in line had a poster for Relentless with Darren and Scully's pictures on it.

Fan: Could you sign this for me?

Darren: Yeah sure... who should I make it out to?

Fan: No one in particular, I don't plan on keeping it.

Darren: You're not going to sell this on Ebay are you?

Fan: Not yet... I wanted to wait and see if Scully kills you tomorrow at Relentless. If he does it will be worth something,

Darren is suddenly overcome with anger and stands up out of his chair.

Daren: You listen here you little son of a bitch! I am not going to die or even lose for that matter. Instead of cashing in on the hard work others have done in their life why don't you go out and get a fucking job?

Fan: Like what you do is so special. You get beat up for a living, anyone could do that.

Darren: Is that so? Well I tell you what, since you want to be a Billy Badass how about we go out in the parking lot and if you can kick my ass I will personally pay you $1,000 and give you that autograph. Do we have a deal?

Fan: All I have to do is beat you down and I get a grand and the autograph?

Darren: That's what I said wasn't it?

Fan: Alright asshole you're on.

Darren follows the man out to the parking lot where a crowd follows.

Darren: Ok I will give you the first shot.

The man wastes no time and swings at Darren barely swiping the side of his head. Darren swings back hitting the man square in the chin. He starts stepping back trying to keep his balance when Darren stomps down on his knee. The man screams out in pain and falls to the ground. He tries to get away but cannot stand and begins scooting away. Darren picks the man up and shoves him against a car.

Darren: Come on tough ghuy! Anyone can do it, right? Come on man be a fucking badass!

The man swings but misses Darren completely. Darren twists the man around causing further pain and damage to his knee and lifts him and drops him with the Stranger Danger on the concrete.

Darren: That's what I thought you fucking pussy!

The man lies motionless as Darren picks up the poster lying nearby the fan had and rips it down the middle and drops it. A gust of wind carries the pieces out of the parking lot and into the desert. Darren dusts his hands off and heads back inside to cheers from the crowd outside.]]> <![CDATA[A Fly On The Wall RP 9]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14539 Thu, 21 Aug 2014 11:56:30 -0700 The Enigma]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=14539

Tuesday, August 19, 2014 – 7:45AM EST – The Compound - Old Saybrook, Connecticut


One day of training down, so many more to go. Day one was extremely productive. It was as educational for me as it was Cain. Cain has been far more accepting of criticism, advice and guidance than I was with Sebastian. Which has both been a breath of fresh air but also enlightening. It helped me to have a better appreciation for the kind of pain in the ass I can be with Sebastian and looking back on it, it’s a feat that I didn’t end up going through a wall, or two. For his part Sebastian showed great restraint, much more than I would have if the roles had been reversed, that much I know for sure.

We spent the majority of the morning yesterday just walking the grounds of the Compound and talking. Talking about Cain’s past and all the events that lead to him finding his way in an XWF wrestling ring. To say that Cain has a colorful past would be the biggest understatement of the century. The man has experienced more in his lifetime than any of us ever could, of course that is bound to happen when you are over two thousand years old. Despite that however, Cain is a very relatable person. Willing to listen and learn. Willing to take in all that he can. It is that attribute above all else that I think will lead to Cain’s ascension into the ranks of the XWF elite. While some will stick to what they know, even when they know it doesn’t work in hopes that things will turn around Cain is willing and anxious to do whatever is necessary to succeed.

And the first step in his ascension will be his one on one match with Sacrelidge at Relentless. After walking the grounds we went back inside and went through both Cain and his opponents promos. As we progressed through his opponent’s promos I could see the rage building inside of Cain. As the words came out over the speakers Cain’s fists clenched, his mouth tightened but his eyes remained steadfast on the screen. I am positive that if Sacrelidge were in the room Cain would have beaten him to a bloody pulp right then and there. After we finished going through the promos we talked about what to take from them. How to use the words to his advantage. To visualize the words as he is engaged in battle with Sacrelidge or any opponent for that matter. Visualize and attack, it’s an old adage but it is one that is pertinent to Cain’s training.

When the training had concluded and Cain dismissed back to his quarters I went up to Sebastian’s chambers as he had asked to review the day’s events. Sebastian seemed pleased with how things went and offered some guidance as to where to go from here. But unlike any previous discussions that Sebastian and I have ever had, his offers of guidance were truly that, offers, not mandates. Ultimately he left the decision up to me. I appreciated his help but even more so I appreciated that for the first time ever, he gave me the autonomy to do what I felt was right. Obviously Sebastian will be involved in this process one way or the other. This is HIS Compound and HIS Brotherhood.

I’ve asked Cain to come to my quarters after waking up so we can review the events of yesterday as well as talk about where training will go from here. I expected him a little while ago but having not given him a specific time to be here I can’t really complain.

Knock!

Knock!



ENIGMA: “Enter.”



The door to my quarters opens and standing on the other side of the doorway is Cain Arkham, the newest member of The Brotherhood.



ENIGMA: “Good morning Brother Cain.”

“Sleep well?”

CAIN: “Yes I did.”

ENIGMA: “Good hear. Please come in.”



Cain steps inside the room and shuts the door behind him. I motion for him to sit in the wooden chair across from me, which after a moment of hesitation he does.



ENIGMA: “Is something wrong?”

CAIN: “Not at all.”

“It’s just that, this is the first time I have been invited into your quarters since I have been here.”

ENIGMA: “Ahhh. I see.”

“Tell me Cain, did you think about what we discussed yesterday?”

CAIN: “I did.”

ENIGMA: “And what are your thoughts?”

CAIN: “I believe that I have a long way to go.”

“I believe that you will help me get there.”

“But I also believe that my journey began long before Brother Sebastian took notice of me.”

ENIGMA: “Please elaborate.”

CAIN: “The Cain you see sitting before you is not the Cain of two thousand years ago, or a thousand years ago, or even ten years ago. Every day has been part of my transformation into something different, something greater.”

“I appreciate your and Sebastian help, and I want to succeed, ultimately I want to be strong enough to fight alongside you both.”

“But…”

ENIGMA: “But what Cain?”

CAIN: “Sebastian is one of the greatest wrestlers in the history of the XWF.”

ENIGMA: “Don’t say that too loudly. His head is big enough.”



Cain cracks a smile but goes no further.



CAIN: “And you, you have made some serious waves in the XWF since your arrival. What have I done? Besides lose a chance at the Television Title?”

ENIGMA: “Steve Davids was once a member of The Brotherhood, he was the one man that remained loyal to Sebastian when everyone else left.”

“Steve Davids, despite the people he now surrounds himself with, Azrael notwithstanding, is still a very dangerous person.”

“But as for losing to him, we have all lost matches we shouldn’t have. In your case, you were cheated out of a victory, out of a title, the first of what I suspect will be many.”

“You will get another chance at Steve Davids and at that title, but you have to want it. No, scratch that, you have to, take it. Do not expect anything to be handed to you. Not in the XWF, not in life.”

CAIN: “I understand. You forget I have been around for far longer than you have.”

ENIGMA: “That may be true but things are different now. The XWF is a microcosm of the world around you. If you want something you have to take it. Steve Davids is under no obligation to give you another shot at his title. He has beaten you once before. He has no need to do it again, and in fact he will cite that as a reason for denying you such you make such a request for another match.”

“My advice to you, don’t ask for it. Take it. Involve yourself in everything he does until giving you a match will be easier for him than to try and fight you off during every single match he has.”

“And don’t worry about the Heyman Alliance getting involved. They will no longer be an issue for you.”

CAIN: “They out number us two to one, and one of them is your and Sebastian’s trios partner.”

ENIGMA: “So what? Kendall Sawyer is an uppity bitch, nothing more. Steve Davids, dangerous but controllable. Brock Lesnar? Please. He beat down a geriatric in the Undertaker and John Cena? A douchebag with arm bands. Tommy Gunn? A foul mouthed mongrel, what has he ever done? Vellore Brommer? A bum. Azrael is the only one in that alliance to be concerned with.”

“But as you saw a few weeks ago after your match when Sebastian and I got involved the rest of the Alliance retreated to the back. They know that they can’t win this fight.”

CAIN: “I want to share your confidence, I do. But I am not there yet.”

ENIGMA: “You will be. In time.”

“I promise.”

“Don’t let your previous encounters with Steve Davids cloud your judgment. There is a reason the Heyman Alliance has involved themselves in your matches with Steve. They know what deep down Steve Davids knows, what you should know and that is that Steve Davids one on one cannot beat you.”

CAIN: “You truly believe that?”

ENIGMA: “Yes, and so should you.”

“But enough talk of Steve Davids. He is a problem for another day.”

“You need to focus on your match tomorrow night versus Sacrelidge.”

CAIN: “I am focused. Incredibly so.”

“I am also extremely confident.”

ENIGMA: “Confidence is a good thing.”

“But not overconfidence.”

CAIN: “I understand.”

“Sacrelidge was able to get under my skin at the onset but I feel as though I have been able to turn the tables on him. He seems to be running scared.”

ENIGMA: “I would agree with that assessment. But again, do not get overconfident. It can be a strength, it can also be a weakness and our goal here, one of the many is to eradicate any and all weakness.”

“We will get there Cain, I promise.”

CAIN: “Sacrelidge will be the first in a long line of victims that will fall at my feet. Friday night will be the beginning of my rise and I want you there with me.”

ENIGMA: “You want me there at ring side?”

CAIN: “Yes, would you be willing to do that?”

ENIGMA: “Yes.”

CAIN: “Very good. I want you to be there when I leave Sacrelidge bloodied, beaten and broken.”

ENIGMA: “Now that is exactly what I want to hear.”

CAIN: “It pleases me to hear that.”

“Now would you mind if I broached another subject entirely?”

ENIGMA: “Yes what is it?”

CAIN: “It is about Brother Jacob.”

ENIGMA: “What about him?”

CAIN: “Are we safe?”

ENIGMA: “What?”

CAIN: “Here in this room, are we safe?”



What the hell is he on about?




ENIGMA: “Safe from who?”

CAIN: “Brother Jacob and Asmodeus.”

ENIGMA: “What do they have to do with anything?”

CAIN: “Yesterday I hear Asmodeus order Brother Jacob to kill Sebastian.”



Holy shit!


TBC…]]>

Tuesday, August 19, 2014 – 7:45AM EST – The Compound - Old Saybrook, Connecticut


One day of training down, so many more to go. Day one was extremely productive. It was as educational for me as it was Cain. Cain has been far more accepting of criticism, advice and guidance than I was with Sebastian. Which has both been a breath of fresh air but also enlightening. It helped me to have a better appreciation for the kind of pain in the ass I can be with Sebastian and looking back on it, it’s a feat that I didn’t end up going through a wall, or two. For his part Sebastian showed great restraint, much more than I would have if the roles had been reversed, that much I know for sure.

We spent the majority of the morning yesterday just walking the grounds of the Compound and talking. Talking about Cain’s past and all the events that lead to him finding his way in an XWF wrestling ring. To say that Cain has a colorful past would be the biggest understatement of the century. The man has experienced more in his lifetime than any of us ever could, of course that is bound to happen when you are over two thousand years old. Despite that however, Cain is a very relatable person. Willing to listen and learn. Willing to take in all that he can. It is that attribute above all else that I think will lead to Cain’s ascension into the ranks of the XWF elite. While some will stick to what they know, even when they know it doesn’t work in hopes that things will turn around Cain is willing and anxious to do whatever is necessary to succeed.

And the first step in his ascension will be his one on one match with Sacrelidge at Relentless. After walking the grounds we went back inside and went through both Cain and his opponents promos. As we progressed through his opponent’s promos I could see the rage building inside of Cain. As the words came out over the speakers Cain’s fists clenched, his mouth tightened but his eyes remained steadfast on the screen. I am positive that if Sacrelidge were in the room Cain would have beaten him to a bloody pulp right then and there. After we finished going through the promos we talked about what to take from them. How to use the words to his advantage. To visualize the words as he is engaged in battle with Sacrelidge or any opponent for that matter. Visualize and attack, it’s an old adage but it is one that is pertinent to Cain’s training.

When the training had concluded and Cain dismissed back to his quarters I went up to Sebastian’s chambers as he had asked to review the day’s events. Sebastian seemed pleased with how things went and offered some guidance as to where to go from here. But unlike any previous discussions that Sebastian and I have ever had, his offers of guidance were truly that, offers, not mandates. Ultimately he left the decision up to me. I appreciated his help but even more so I appreciated that for the first time ever, he gave me the autonomy to do what I felt was right. Obviously Sebastian will be involved in this process one way or the other. This is HIS Compound and HIS Brotherhood.

I’ve asked Cain to come to my quarters after waking up so we can review the events of yesterday as well as talk about where training will go from here. I expected him a little while ago but having not given him a specific time to be here I can’t really complain.

Knock!

Knock!



ENIGMA: “Enter.”



The door to my quarters opens and standing on the other side of the doorway is Cain Arkham, the newest member of The Brotherhood.



ENIGMA: “Good morning Brother Cain.”

“Sleep well?”

CAIN: “Yes I did.”

ENIGMA: “Good hear. Please come in.”



Cain steps inside the room and shuts the door behind him. I motion for him to sit in the wooden chair across from me, which after a moment of hesitation he does.



ENIGMA: “Is something wrong?”

CAIN: “Not at all.”

“It’s just that, this is the first time I have been invited into your quarters since I have been here.”

ENIGMA: “Ahhh. I see.”

“Tell me Cain, did you think about what we discussed yesterday?”

CAIN: “I did.”

ENIGMA: “And what are your thoughts?”

CAIN: “I believe that I have a long way to go.”

“I believe that you will help me get there.”

“But I also believe that my journey began long before Brother Sebastian took notice of me.”

ENIGMA: “Please elaborate.”

CAIN: “The Cain you see sitting before you is not the Cain of two thousand years ago, or a thousand years ago, or even ten years ago. Every day has been part of my transformation into something different, something greater.”

“I appreciate your and Sebastian help, and I want to succeed, ultimately I want to be strong enough to fight alongside you both.”

“But…”

ENIGMA: “But what Cain?”

CAIN: “Sebastian is one of the greatest wrestlers in the history of the XWF.”

ENIGMA: “Don’t say that too loudly. His head is big enough.”



Cain cracks a smile but goes no further.



CAIN: “And you, you have made some serious waves in the XWF since your arrival. What have I done? Besides lose a chance at the Television Title?”

ENIGMA: “Steve Davids was once a member of The Brotherhood, he was the one man that remained loyal to Sebastian when everyone else left.”

“Steve Davids, despite the people he now surrounds himself with, Azrael notwithstanding, is still a very dangerous person.”

“But as for losing to him, we have all lost matches we shouldn’t have. In your case, you were cheated out of a victory, out of a title, the first of what I suspect will be many.”

“You will get another chance at Steve Davids and at that title, but you have to want it. No, scratch that, you have to, take it. Do not expect anything to be handed to you. Not in the XWF, not in life.”

CAIN: “I understand. You forget I have been around for far longer than you have.”

ENIGMA: “That may be true but things are different now. The XWF is a microcosm of the world around you. If you want something you have to take it. Steve Davids is under no obligation to give you another shot at his title. He has beaten you once before. He has no need to do it again, and in fact he will cite that as a reason for denying you such you make such a request for another match.”

“My advice to you, don’t ask for it. Take it. Involve yourself in everything he does until giving you a match will be easier for him than to try and fight you off during every single match he has.”

“And don’t worry about the Heyman Alliance getting involved. They will no longer be an issue for you.”

CAIN: “They out number us two to one, and one of them is your and Sebastian’s trios partner.”

ENIGMA: “So what? Kendall Sawyer is an uppity bitch, nothing more. Steve Davids, dangerous but controllable. Brock Lesnar? Please. He beat down a geriatric in the Undertaker and John Cena? A douchebag with arm bands. Tommy Gunn? A foul mouthed mongrel, what has he ever done? Vellore Brommer? A bum. Azrael is the only one in that alliance to be concerned with.”

“But as you saw a few weeks ago after your match when Sebastian and I got involved the rest of the Alliance retreated to the back. They know that they can’t win this fight.”

CAIN: “I want to share your confidence, I do. But I am not there yet.”

ENIGMA: “You will be. In time.”

“I promise.”

“Don’t let your previous encounters with Steve Davids cloud your judgment. There is a reason the Heyman Alliance has involved themselves in your matches with Steve. They know what deep down Steve Davids knows, what you should know and that is that Steve Davids one on one cannot beat you.”

CAIN: “You truly believe that?”

ENIGMA: “Yes, and so should you.”

“But enough talk of Steve Davids. He is a problem for another day.”

“You need to focus on your match tomorrow night versus Sacrelidge.”

CAIN: “I am focused. Incredibly so.”

“I am also extremely confident.”

ENIGMA: “Confidence is a good thing.”

“But not overconfidence.”

CAIN: “I understand.”

“Sacrelidge was able to get under my skin at the onset but I feel as though I have been able to turn the tables on him. He seems to be running scared.”

ENIGMA: “I would agree with that assessment. But again, do not get overconfident. It can be a strength, it can also be a weakness and our goal here, one of the many is to eradicate any and all weakness.”

“We will get there Cain, I promise.”

CAIN: “Sacrelidge will be the first in a long line of victims that will fall at my feet. Friday night will be the beginning of my rise and I want you there with me.”

ENIGMA: “You want me there at ring side?”

CAIN: “Yes, would you be willing to do that?”

ENIGMA: “Yes.”

CAIN: “Very good. I want you to be there when I leave Sacrelidge bloodied, beaten and broken.”

ENIGMA: “Now that is exactly what I want to hear.”

CAIN: “It pleases me to hear that.”

“Now would you mind if I broached another subject entirely?”

ENIGMA: “Yes what is it?”

CAIN: “It is about Brother Jacob.”

ENIGMA: “What about him?”

CAIN: “Are we safe?”

ENIGMA: “What?”

CAIN: “Here in this room, are we safe?”



What the hell is he on about?




ENIGMA: “Safe from who?”

CAIN: “Brother Jacob and Asmodeus.”

ENIGMA: “What do they have to do with anything?”

CAIN: “Yesterday I hear Asmodeus order Brother Jacob to kill Sebastian.”



Holy shit!


TBC…]]>