<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - "WAR GAMES" PPV RP Board]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Sun, 10 May 2026 22:46:05 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Progenies of Victory!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16245 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 23:51:40 -0700 Morbid Angel]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16245 It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of Victory Forever!

- Morbid Angel





The day was sunny, unlike any other day in Morbidonia. Though the clouds were moving in from the distance and soon the power of the sun will be gone and overcome with shadow. The tree leaves have already started to fall and cover the abandoned roads which were quickly being overtaken by nature itself.

The scene pulls close to the old cemetery which lines the main street of the town. A catholic cemetery. A large crucifix defiled either through the ages or more recently by the town’s ruler and god. Morbid Angel! He may not be the type to take the town and improve its standings as much as he was interested in his own kind of peace and tranquility.

Today was a big day for Morbid Angel. He made his way through his team mates, destroying them just a little bit as way of a tyrant among men! The ruthless murder of LH Harrison’s lovely wife and daughter. Though Morbid was the judge, jury and executioner in this little spat, he still gave the deceased family a discount on the impending funeral. Morbid was stuck with a simple question.

What to do with the last child of the Harrison line?!

That was the last question to be answered in the entire pile of abscessed mess that was what seemed to rain from the sky, all over his team and those he will victimize. He could torture the girl and send her bit by bit to her father. He thought that perhaps the same knife he used to kill Grace will still be sharp enough to leave thousands of little cuts on her flesh. Not deep enough to bleed her out but just enough to let infection take hold and slowly eat away the soft flesh and contaminate the cells in her body until the gangrenous infected child either dies in her father’s arms, when Morbid decides to give her back, or he could send her on her way to suffer the fate of a freak, having lost limbs and chunks of skin in the process.

One idea made him happy to torture. The most devious of ideas spawned from only a god.

The idea was to put her in a bucket and fill it with water and salt, just enough to let her breath and be able to stay for a while. After some time in the bucket the skin and muscle will become weak from the excess of water and here is where the fun begins. He thought of letting her out after the correct amount of time had passed and letting her father see her walk for the first time. The joints collapsing, legs buckling, flesh ripping from the bone with such ease as a boiled ham. That would be the ultimate pleasure as she screamed in pain and horror, as LH Harrison tried to hold her limbs from ripping off with his every touch. The only other audible sound would be Morbid Angel’s deep baritone laugh above the screams and tears. Thinking this was the way. Only after could Morbid completely own Harrison’s soul! After destroying the love and will of a man will he become desperate enough to turn to a god and offer his everlasting soul? A soul to the man who not only took the souls of his loving partner and offspring but also their lives. LH Harrison may not see it now but he is heading down a dark road when playing with Morbid Angel. There can only be one winner when dealing with a God. Gods always win.


Earlier in the Day



Not but 24 hours ago he had a unexpected meeting with Venomous. To make sure Victory Forever was all on the same page.


The sun was just peeking over the building where he stayed, the dew was still cold and wet on the grass as the wind softly blew through the trees. Nothing seemed out of the usual…except an open door.

Morbid Angel is known for not being the most stealth unless it is required. His recent bouts of attack have been violent and creepy with how quietly and well planned the executions were. At the home of Venomous was nothing more than another fine example of his training with Spetsnaz and his stalker like reflexes.

Venomous was sleeping in the room above when Morbid Angel showed up at the house. He had picked the back door lock with a tooth pick to gain access to the house. Moving quickly and quietly he made his way to the second floor and crept into the room where poor, unsuspecting Venomous slept. Morbid walked over to the bed and peered down at the unconscious man, his eyes slowly changed and seemed to illuminate a neon green hue which added light to the darkened room. Morbid Angel’s eyes looked like those of a demon though he claimed god, his actions and demeanor say otherwise. Slowly he raises his arms like a priest showing the scars of a long past crucifixion his eyes start to exert blood, a large amount of blood!

Venomous starts to awaken from the sounds of dripping and the groans of the dead that seem to whip through the house. Demonic sounds of devils exit the body of Morbid Angel as he stood bleeding from every orifice, eyes glowing and incantations of the damned pour from him in no human tone. The god of gods invokes the night to do his bidding and to satisfy his lust for control.

Venomous, in horror rolls from the bed just as Morbid Angel’s demonic body starts to levitate as does items in the room. Venomous scrambles for the door as Morbid extends his massive hand and without touching Venomous he started to choke. As Venomous gasped for air as he fell to his knees, Morbid Angel’s incantations brought forth a presence that could only be described as infernal in nature. White embodied ghouls swarm the room with faces shrouded in horror as they made their way screaming into clear view.

Venomous, not knowing what to do froze as Morbid’s choke was released. Morbid places his gaze on Venomous, more precisely deep into his eyes. So deep that Venomous could feel his everlasting soul being crushed by such vile evil. Morbid Angel started speaking words that were unknown to him. Words that would change him!


Morbid Angel-”Я БОГ! Владение души, Поклоняться мне, Блевотине ДУШУ! Я БОГ! ДАЙТЕ МНЕ СВОЮ ДУШУ!


With a quick gesture of his hands, the demons around descend on Venomous, ripping his soul from his god forsaken body and leaving him possessed by the one true god! Morbid Angel.

Everything went black in the house, at least for Venomous. Hours later he awoke feeling…different. As a soul can bring many things such as happiness and hope, a demonic soul brings darkness and despair that only death can cure.



Flash to present time!




Morbid is leaning up on the cemetery gates when be begins to speak.



Morbid Angel-”Theo Pryce. I noticed that your entire team decided to leave you to the dogs. To be ripped apart and left for dead like a fucking pile of shit you are. Cain I expected to say a lot of shit but I guess the fear of GOD! Kept him from talking! What kind of men did you pick? Your fucking champion is mother fucking Gein! GEIN! A fucking half donkey could have done better! I mean how the fuck are you supposed to move forward and beat VICTORY FOREVER when your entire fucking team is about as strong as a limp noodle.

I know what you are thinking. Morbid Angel is a pussy, a liar, a fake and I make shit up. I’ve heard all this before and it is funny to me that you would even make a comment like that with what you all have shown yourselves to be. Weak! You talk a line of shit until the match gets booked…and one has to think about this…If I treated my own team like yesterday's garbage, then what the fuck do you think I would do to you all? I don’t have the same censors as you do, Theo. I am a god and that generally means that I don’t have to fucking follow the rules like everyone else! I MAKE THE FUCKING RULES!

Gein, you are weak…shockingly enough not as weak as Proxy and Cain. Though you will fall under the Devil’s thunder like the rest! I WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY OF SUFFERING! Mark my fucking words! I don’t give a fucking shit who you think you are and what you’ve survived! THIS IS FUCKING WAR! I will come out and cut your mother fucking throat! Watch you bleed out onto the floor, maybe even drink your blood! Who fucking knows what I will do, I am a very random person. Maybe I won’t even touch you at all, that is unlikely. I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

Cain, you are a pussy…you are not even fit to fight in the same ring! COWARD! You are nothing more than a fucking who got raped when we had our match because you wanted it! How many dicks did you have to take that night? 10? 20? I hear they had to pump your stomach after because of all the loads that were sprayed in your ass and mouth! You sir, are a fucking joke! GET OUT OF THE XWF! Stop shaming yourself!

Now, Proxy! The wizard of nothingness! Fuck you!


Isn’t is a shame that I don’t even want to address this pitiful fucking team? I insulted my team at every turn and they will still fight by my side…not because they love me! BECAUSE THEY FEAR ME! You know what fear is Theo? I can tell you know what fear is because you were too much of a fucking cunt to force your team into being something more than a joke! I don’t even want to comment on the weak shit you were saying about me…why should I?…OK…I will a little. You seemed obsessed with my “having” sex with Barney Green. I know that when I told the doctors about those dreams they would have gotten around…it wasn’t sexual…it wasn’t a wet dream…it was just a dream that I had when I was fucked up on krokadil…I know you never heard of it because you stick to that powder and marjuCOCKa! Yes, because every rich bitch mother fucker does drugs. I guess it was because you were bored and needed something to fill in the gaps…well congratulations fuck ass! You managed to become a joke and a junky.

I know…Steroids…such a shame that coke doesn’t give you fucking massive muscles LIKE THESE!”


Morbid Angel starts to flex


Morbid Angel-”Theo, I will enjoy taking all your fucking money! The money of your team! Then tossing you from the roof like a worthless Jew carcass! Do you understand how easy this will be? You should have stayed gone!

I kind of know why you have been dodging me for a match for the last year. You knew that nothing could stop me! I am like a demonic train rolling through the XWF killing everything in my path! MARK MY FUCKING WORDS! You make call me a joke now but in 30 days time I will stand before you ALL the Universal Champion. Mark…My…Fucking…Words! That is a straight up prophecy from the Morbidgod! Write it down, have I notarized and all that shit! Theo, this isn’t going to be good for you or Gein…fuck the rest of your team…I doubt they will even show up in the ring because they will be in the locker room finger fucking each other!”


The scene fades to a Blood Red!
]]> It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of Victory Forever!

- Morbid Angel





The day was sunny, unlike any other day in Morbidonia. Though the clouds were moving in from the distance and soon the power of the sun will be gone and overcome with shadow. The tree leaves have already started to fall and cover the abandoned roads which were quickly being overtaken by nature itself.

The scene pulls close to the old cemetery which lines the main street of the town. A catholic cemetery. A large crucifix defiled either through the ages or more recently by the town’s ruler and god. Morbid Angel! He may not be the type to take the town and improve its standings as much as he was interested in his own kind of peace and tranquility.

Today was a big day for Morbid Angel. He made his way through his team mates, destroying them just a little bit as way of a tyrant among men! The ruthless murder of LH Harrison’s lovely wife and daughter. Though Morbid was the judge, jury and executioner in this little spat, he still gave the deceased family a discount on the impending funeral. Morbid was stuck with a simple question.

What to do with the last child of the Harrison line?!

That was the last question to be answered in the entire pile of abscessed mess that was what seemed to rain from the sky, all over his team and those he will victimize. He could torture the girl and send her bit by bit to her father. He thought that perhaps the same knife he used to kill Grace will still be sharp enough to leave thousands of little cuts on her flesh. Not deep enough to bleed her out but just enough to let infection take hold and slowly eat away the soft flesh and contaminate the cells in her body until the gangrenous infected child either dies in her father’s arms, when Morbid decides to give her back, or he could send her on her way to suffer the fate of a freak, having lost limbs and chunks of skin in the process.

One idea made him happy to torture. The most devious of ideas spawned from only a god.

The idea was to put her in a bucket and fill it with water and salt, just enough to let her breath and be able to stay for a while. After some time in the bucket the skin and muscle will become weak from the excess of water and here is where the fun begins. He thought of letting her out after the correct amount of time had passed and letting her father see her walk for the first time. The joints collapsing, legs buckling, flesh ripping from the bone with such ease as a boiled ham. That would be the ultimate pleasure as she screamed in pain and horror, as LH Harrison tried to hold her limbs from ripping off with his every touch. The only other audible sound would be Morbid Angel’s deep baritone laugh above the screams and tears. Thinking this was the way. Only after could Morbid completely own Harrison’s soul! After destroying the love and will of a man will he become desperate enough to turn to a god and offer his everlasting soul? A soul to the man who not only took the souls of his loving partner and offspring but also their lives. LH Harrison may not see it now but he is heading down a dark road when playing with Morbid Angel. There can only be one winner when dealing with a God. Gods always win.


Earlier in the Day



Not but 24 hours ago he had a unexpected meeting with Venomous. To make sure Victory Forever was all on the same page.


The sun was just peeking over the building where he stayed, the dew was still cold and wet on the grass as the wind softly blew through the trees. Nothing seemed out of the usual…except an open door.

Morbid Angel is known for not being the most stealth unless it is required. His recent bouts of attack have been violent and creepy with how quietly and well planned the executions were. At the home of Venomous was nothing more than another fine example of his training with Spetsnaz and his stalker like reflexes.

Venomous was sleeping in the room above when Morbid Angel showed up at the house. He had picked the back door lock with a tooth pick to gain access to the house. Moving quickly and quietly he made his way to the second floor and crept into the room where poor, unsuspecting Venomous slept. Morbid walked over to the bed and peered down at the unconscious man, his eyes slowly changed and seemed to illuminate a neon green hue which added light to the darkened room. Morbid Angel’s eyes looked like those of a demon though he claimed god, his actions and demeanor say otherwise. Slowly he raises his arms like a priest showing the scars of a long past crucifixion his eyes start to exert blood, a large amount of blood!

Venomous starts to awaken from the sounds of dripping and the groans of the dead that seem to whip through the house. Demonic sounds of devils exit the body of Morbid Angel as he stood bleeding from every orifice, eyes glowing and incantations of the damned pour from him in no human tone. The god of gods invokes the night to do his bidding and to satisfy his lust for control.

Venomous, in horror rolls from the bed just as Morbid Angel’s demonic body starts to levitate as does items in the room. Venomous scrambles for the door as Morbid extends his massive hand and without touching Venomous he started to choke. As Venomous gasped for air as he fell to his knees, Morbid Angel’s incantations brought forth a presence that could only be described as infernal in nature. White embodied ghouls swarm the room with faces shrouded in horror as they made their way screaming into clear view.

Venomous, not knowing what to do froze as Morbid’s choke was released. Morbid places his gaze on Venomous, more precisely deep into his eyes. So deep that Venomous could feel his everlasting soul being crushed by such vile evil. Morbid Angel started speaking words that were unknown to him. Words that would change him!


Morbid Angel-”Я БОГ! Владение души, Поклоняться мне, Блевотине ДУШУ! Я БОГ! ДАЙТЕ МНЕ СВОЮ ДУШУ!


With a quick gesture of his hands, the demons around descend on Venomous, ripping his soul from his god forsaken body and leaving him possessed by the one true god! Morbid Angel.

Everything went black in the house, at least for Venomous. Hours later he awoke feeling…different. As a soul can bring many things such as happiness and hope, a demonic soul brings darkness and despair that only death can cure.



Flash to present time!




Morbid is leaning up on the cemetery gates when be begins to speak.



Morbid Angel-”Theo Pryce. I noticed that your entire team decided to leave you to the dogs. To be ripped apart and left for dead like a fucking pile of shit you are. Cain I expected to say a lot of shit but I guess the fear of GOD! Kept him from talking! What kind of men did you pick? Your fucking champion is mother fucking Gein! GEIN! A fucking half donkey could have done better! I mean how the fuck are you supposed to move forward and beat VICTORY FOREVER when your entire fucking team is about as strong as a limp noodle.

I know what you are thinking. Morbid Angel is a pussy, a liar, a fake and I make shit up. I’ve heard all this before and it is funny to me that you would even make a comment like that with what you all have shown yourselves to be. Weak! You talk a line of shit until the match gets booked…and one has to think about this…If I treated my own team like yesterday's garbage, then what the fuck do you think I would do to you all? I don’t have the same censors as you do, Theo. I am a god and that generally means that I don’t have to fucking follow the rules like everyone else! I MAKE THE FUCKING RULES!

Gein, you are weak…shockingly enough not as weak as Proxy and Cain. Though you will fall under the Devil’s thunder like the rest! I WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY OF SUFFERING! Mark my fucking words! I don’t give a fucking shit who you think you are and what you’ve survived! THIS IS FUCKING WAR! I will come out and cut your mother fucking throat! Watch you bleed out onto the floor, maybe even drink your blood! Who fucking knows what I will do, I am a very random person. Maybe I won’t even touch you at all, that is unlikely. I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

Cain, you are a pussy…you are not even fit to fight in the same ring! COWARD! You are nothing more than a fucking who got raped when we had our match because you wanted it! How many dicks did you have to take that night? 10? 20? I hear they had to pump your stomach after because of all the loads that were sprayed in your ass and mouth! You sir, are a fucking joke! GET OUT OF THE XWF! Stop shaming yourself!

Now, Proxy! The wizard of nothingness! Fuck you!


Isn’t is a shame that I don’t even want to address this pitiful fucking team? I insulted my team at every turn and they will still fight by my side…not because they love me! BECAUSE THEY FEAR ME! You know what fear is Theo? I can tell you know what fear is because you were too much of a fucking cunt to force your team into being something more than a joke! I don’t even want to comment on the weak shit you were saying about me…why should I?…OK…I will a little. You seemed obsessed with my “having” sex with Barney Green. I know that when I told the doctors about those dreams they would have gotten around…it wasn’t sexual…it wasn’t a wet dream…it was just a dream that I had when I was fucked up on krokadil…I know you never heard of it because you stick to that powder and marjuCOCKa! Yes, because every rich bitch mother fucker does drugs. I guess it was because you were bored and needed something to fill in the gaps…well congratulations fuck ass! You managed to become a joke and a junky.

I know…Steroids…such a shame that coke doesn’t give you fucking massive muscles LIKE THESE!”


Morbid Angel starts to flex


Morbid Angel-”Theo, I will enjoy taking all your fucking money! The money of your team! Then tossing you from the roof like a worthless Jew carcass! Do you understand how easy this will be? You should have stayed gone!

I kind of know why you have been dodging me for a match for the last year. You knew that nothing could stop me! I am like a demonic train rolling through the XWF killing everything in my path! MARK MY FUCKING WORDS! You make call me a joke now but in 30 days time I will stand before you ALL the Universal Champion. Mark…My…Fucking…Words! That is a straight up prophecy from the Morbidgod! Write it down, have I notarized and all that shit! Theo, this isn’t going to be good for you or Gein…fuck the rest of your team…I doubt they will even show up in the ring because they will be in the locker room finger fucking each other!”


The scene fades to a Blood Red!
]]> <![CDATA[A Pest and his Crucifixion.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16244 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 23:07:28 -0700 Pest]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16244 Pest is seated outside on a park bench, there is a large crucifix behind him, and he looks a little worried. He is tossing rice to birds as he waits. Barbie was supposed to run to his place and bring something to him here. And Sayors was supposed to meet them both in five minutes. No sign of either of them. What if Sayors and Barbie met up early and had sex? He would have to kill Sayors. Rips the man's throat from his neck and beat him to death with it. Barbie was Pest's girl, and no one else's. How dare Sayors attempt to lay a hand on Barbie's perfect skin. Run his hands through her silky blonde hair. There will be none of that! Let any man who attempts to lay hands to Barbie be struck down where they stand! FOR HE IS A PEST, AND SHE IS HIS GIRL!

The feeling of fear was soon drained as Barbie came skipping up with her backpack in one hand and an Ice Cone in the other. She looked like Aphrodite herself walking the Earth, and Pest felt as if he was Zeus. He stood up and scowled at her. Careful to not let her know how deeply he feared she had strayed. Was this love? Did Pest truly love Barbie despite his bravado, and contempt for the world? No mind, he would have time enough for these thoughts later. For now, it was time to get to business. The words he spoke were slower than usual, and his voice more gravelly.

Mr. WGWF:Did you find it?

Barbie:Of course, silly. Did you miss me?

More than he could ever admit to her. To him, she was near flawless. Despite her getting too old. He would try and stay with her despite her age.

Mr. WGWF:Missing girls is for high school boys, and .

BarbieYou did miss me, Silly Bear. It's ok, James. I love you.

I love you, too Barbs. He thought. A lump was swallowed.

Mr. WGWF:Let's get ready. Sayors is walking up now.

She began to pull the contents out of her bag and lay them on the bench. Pest removed his shirt, and stood there in the middle of the park while Sayors approached. He looked confused.

Sayors:What's going on, Pest? You asked me to come out here with three nails, and a hammer. No explanation.

Mr. WGWF:You wanted to interview me for War Games. Well, you're going to help Barbie and I prepare. We'll speak as you do what I ask. Never question, just obey.

Sayors:Ok, I guess I can do that.

Pest slowly takes his tattered loafers off and sets them gingerly on the bench he once called home. He lowers his khakis and stands there in his underpants for the world to see him. Then without a word he kneels. Barbie pulls a whip out from the bag and hands it to Sayors, then she removes for herself a blackjack.

Sayors:What am I to do with this?

Mr. WGWF:Whip me. Beat me. Bloody me. And inquire as you do.

Barbie begins to send the blackjack into Pest's body, leaving marks all over his flesh. She tears up and gestures for Sayors to begin whipping. He follows the orders he's given. All the while Pest makes no sound. His face becomes twisted, but he remains a silent vigil.

Sayors:So, how do you feel about your team at War Games?

Mr. WGWF:I have yet to hear a peep from SWAT, and I promise you, if he does not chime in with something, I will ensure he does not make it out of the arena. As for Scully, Peter, and Simon, I'm proud of them. I have asked them to assist me in battle, and they have done gloriously. Scully asked me to come around and visit him, I had intended to, but I have been busy and lost track of time. You may not know this, Steven, but I have been purifying my body. It is a temple, and I intend to open these doors to cleanse the world. For, I am the God of Emptiness, and the world is too cluttered. I will save it through Chaos.

Barbie sends the blackjack into the top of Pest's head. Blood begins to trickle down by his ears.

Sayors:Interesting. Care to speak on your opponents?

Mr. WGWF:Which one in particular?

Sayors:McBride? You seem to be targeting him specifically. Anything to add to him?

Mr. WGWF:No, I've spoken to the coward, and he has ignored my calls. He is afraid of me, and it will come back to him.

Sayors:Ok, well, what of Ezekiel?

Mr. WGWF:Oh, yes, the AIDs boy. Has he maintained anything worth following? I assume he dribbled out his usual claims of being the best, being attractive, and how he does not lose all the time. So, I don't feel there's much need to counter it. It is apparent that the man is a fool, and he has lost all ability to speak save those words on repeat. Perhaps it is not AIDs that ails the boy, but late stage Syphilis. He should be tested immediately.

Barbie takes the Dildo Crown off of Pest's head, and sets it on the bench.

Sayors:What is she doing?

Mr. WGWF:Do not question this scenario, just keep whipping me and asking your questions.

Sayors:Ok, Mastermind. Do you have anything to say to him?

Mr. WGWF:He's fired his Salvos, and they have missed the mark 100 percent of the time. I stand here unscathed by his words. I find it abysmal that the man continues to use these terms as if they imbue him with some sort of sophistication or intellect. The man is nowhere near the level he believes he is. If success were a dinner table, he would be begging for scraps at the children's table. Hoping a benevolent master will drop just a small fraction of a morsel of the Thanksgiving Turkey. HIT ME HARDER YOU FOOLS!

Sayors continues to whip, Pest's back is torn and bloody. The look of pain on his face is now replaced with one of steadfast resolve. Barbie pulls out a crown of thorns and places it on his head. She begins to thwack it into place with her blackjack, Driving it deeper in the skull of the God of Emptiness. Blood continues to pour down his face, and into his eyes.

Sayors:Vinnie Lane?

Mr. WGWF:Has the man spoke of me? Has he not been preoccupied with my imitation Hobbit? Fine, I shall address him. It's a fool's quest to focus on one man so heartily in a multi-man battle, but that would describe Crybaby to the T. The man is nothing short of Don Quixote chasing Windmills thinking they are Dragons. I will allow the invalid to chase his windmills, and I will laugh. Do not expect me to step in on the behalf of either of them, Simon and I do not like each other, and I do hide the fact. Jane and I dislike each other immensely, or rather, he writes angry poems about me in his Die-Ary. It's almost as if he has a school girl crush on me. Barbie writes about me in her diary as well, only she praises me. But none the less, she writes of me often. Much the same as how Jane cannot keep my name out of his mouth. It's almost time, Steven. Are you prepared?

Sayors:I am not. But I will assist you. Mostly because you scare me. Do you have anything for Gator?

Mr. WGWF:Jacob Woods? What is to say? He has barely spoken of me as well. Much like his foolish partner, he has chosen to ignore almost everyone save for Simon. It's a tragedy. I thought he to be the smart one on the team, but alas, I was mistaken. Tragedy strikes the team of Philistines. Now, lower the cross. I will lay upon it as Jesus before me.

Barbie and Sayors begin to work the Cross on the ground. It goes down with a thud, and Pest finally stands before walking slowly to the cross. He does not waiver, wobble, or fumble. He approaches the Cross, and lays upon it. Arms spread, and feet tucked upon each other.

Mr. WGWF:Now, Steven, I want you to nail me in as if I was Christ your Lord prepared to die for you.

Sayors:WHAT?! I AM NOT NAILING YOU IN!

Mr. WGWF:I did not haver, I spoke plainly. You are to nail me to this cross, and hoist me to the Heavens. If you do not, Barbie has assured me that you will be next to me on the second one I had brought. Now, drive the nails into my flesh. I will not scream, and I will not cry.

Sayors fell to his knees beside Pest's left hand and placed a nail on the palm preparing to drive it in.

Mr. WGWF:NO! What are you doing?!

Sayors:You told me to. Were you kidding?

Mr. WGWF:No, I was being quite serious. But do not drive it into my palms. Drive the nails into my wrists. Do it correctly, or do not do it at all.

Sayors moves the nail over to the wrist, and began to drive it through Pest's flesh. True to his word, he did not cry, nor did he whimper. Solemnly he started down Steven and watched as the two nails went into his flesh. When Sayors had finished he looked at Pest holding up the last nail.

Sayors:One nail, and two feet.

Mr. WGWF:I'd advise you to drive the nail in through the tops of my feet, into the arches, and into the wood. One on top of the other. It's the easiest way.

Without speaking, Sayors began to nail Pest's feet the way he had requested. Tears forming at the eyes of the man assigned to interview the greats. When it was done he looked at the nailed Pest.

Sayors:Now what?

Mr. WGWF:Now, you and Barbie raise me to the Heavens. You ask one more question. The one you've wanted answered since the beginning of our dance, and then you part with me. We shall meet again, eventually my friend.

Sayors:What question is that?

Mr. WGWF:The Ultimate one that you've oft wondered in my presence. The one you've been too afraid to answer. Think on it as you lift me. And do not shirk in your duties, Steven. I must be fully erect in the sky for this to work. Do not giggle, Barbie, for this is a serious matter.

Sayors silently moves behind Pest's head, and assists in raising him to the skies. It takes the strength of the two torturers, plus the camera man to get Pest in the ground properly, and when he is Barbie begins to tear up.

Mr. WGWF:Do not cry, Barbie. I am not dead. No, like Christ the Savior, I am just standing here admiring the view. Now, ask that question, Steven. Mark it as possibly your last.

Sayors:Why? Why all of this? The Crucifixion. The crown, the seething hatred? All of it?

Mr. WGWF:I know of no other way, Steven. I exude hatred like a man perspires. I was fed hatred as a child, I was fed hatred as an adult. And when my daughter was born, I fed her hatred. When she ended her life at 16, I carried her hatred with me. The crucifixion is the only way I know to purify this world. I must purify it. And I like the Dildo Crown. You've got your answer, now please leave. Barbie and I must speak.

Sayors turned and left Pest to dangle in the air. Barbie walked around to face Pest, tears streaming from her eyes.

Barbie:James, baby. This is too much. We have to get you down.

Mr. WGWF:No, I must stay here. The life will not drain from me, I shall stand in the ring tomorrow night and claim victory. Wipe your eyes and look at me.

She does as she's told.

Mr. WGWF:I will be back. I promise. I need you to go, and not come back to this spot. Promise me that you will not return here.

Barbie:I promise. I will not return here. Do you love me, James?

He turns his head to the sky. He knows the answer, but he dare not speak the words.

Mr. WGWF:What do you think?

She whimpers a little and then turns to leave. Never looking back. He whispers silently.


Mr. WGWF:Of course, you silly girl.

She thinks she hears his answer, but does not turn around to verify. Just goes into the sunset carrying his crown.]]> Pest is seated outside on a park bench, there is a large crucifix behind him, and he looks a little worried. He is tossing rice to birds as he waits. Barbie was supposed to run to his place and bring something to him here. And Sayors was supposed to meet them both in five minutes. No sign of either of them. What if Sayors and Barbie met up early and had sex? He would have to kill Sayors. Rips the man's throat from his neck and beat him to death with it. Barbie was Pest's girl, and no one else's. How dare Sayors attempt to lay a hand on Barbie's perfect skin. Run his hands through her silky blonde hair. There will be none of that! Let any man who attempts to lay hands to Barbie be struck down where they stand! FOR HE IS A PEST, AND SHE IS HIS GIRL!

The feeling of fear was soon drained as Barbie came skipping up with her backpack in one hand and an Ice Cone in the other. She looked like Aphrodite herself walking the Earth, and Pest felt as if he was Zeus. He stood up and scowled at her. Careful to not let her know how deeply he feared she had strayed. Was this love? Did Pest truly love Barbie despite his bravado, and contempt for the world? No mind, he would have time enough for these thoughts later. For now, it was time to get to business. The words he spoke were slower than usual, and his voice more gravelly.

Mr. WGWF:Did you find it?

Barbie:Of course, silly. Did you miss me?

More than he could ever admit to her. To him, she was near flawless. Despite her getting too old. He would try and stay with her despite her age.

Mr. WGWF:Missing girls is for high school boys, and .

BarbieYou did miss me, Silly Bear. It's ok, James. I love you.

I love you, too Barbs. He thought. A lump was swallowed.

Mr. WGWF:Let's get ready. Sayors is walking up now.

She began to pull the contents out of her bag and lay them on the bench. Pest removed his shirt, and stood there in the middle of the park while Sayors approached. He looked confused.

Sayors:What's going on, Pest? You asked me to come out here with three nails, and a hammer. No explanation.

Mr. WGWF:You wanted to interview me for War Games. Well, you're going to help Barbie and I prepare. We'll speak as you do what I ask. Never question, just obey.

Sayors:Ok, I guess I can do that.

Pest slowly takes his tattered loafers off and sets them gingerly on the bench he once called home. He lowers his khakis and stands there in his underpants for the world to see him. Then without a word he kneels. Barbie pulls a whip out from the bag and hands it to Sayors, then she removes for herself a blackjack.

Sayors:What am I to do with this?

Mr. WGWF:Whip me. Beat me. Bloody me. And inquire as you do.

Barbie begins to send the blackjack into Pest's body, leaving marks all over his flesh. She tears up and gestures for Sayors to begin whipping. He follows the orders he's given. All the while Pest makes no sound. His face becomes twisted, but he remains a silent vigil.

Sayors:So, how do you feel about your team at War Games?

Mr. WGWF:I have yet to hear a peep from SWAT, and I promise you, if he does not chime in with something, I will ensure he does not make it out of the arena. As for Scully, Peter, and Simon, I'm proud of them. I have asked them to assist me in battle, and they have done gloriously. Scully asked me to come around and visit him, I had intended to, but I have been busy and lost track of time. You may not know this, Steven, but I have been purifying my body. It is a temple, and I intend to open these doors to cleanse the world. For, I am the God of Emptiness, and the world is too cluttered. I will save it through Chaos.

Barbie sends the blackjack into the top of Pest's head. Blood begins to trickle down by his ears.

Sayors:Interesting. Care to speak on your opponents?

Mr. WGWF:Which one in particular?

Sayors:McBride? You seem to be targeting him specifically. Anything to add to him?

Mr. WGWF:No, I've spoken to the coward, and he has ignored my calls. He is afraid of me, and it will come back to him.

Sayors:Ok, well, what of Ezekiel?

Mr. WGWF:Oh, yes, the AIDs boy. Has he maintained anything worth following? I assume he dribbled out his usual claims of being the best, being attractive, and how he does not lose all the time. So, I don't feel there's much need to counter it. It is apparent that the man is a fool, and he has lost all ability to speak save those words on repeat. Perhaps it is not AIDs that ails the boy, but late stage Syphilis. He should be tested immediately.

Barbie takes the Dildo Crown off of Pest's head, and sets it on the bench.

Sayors:What is she doing?

Mr. WGWF:Do not question this scenario, just keep whipping me and asking your questions.

Sayors:Ok, Mastermind. Do you have anything to say to him?

Mr. WGWF:He's fired his Salvos, and they have missed the mark 100 percent of the time. I stand here unscathed by his words. I find it abysmal that the man continues to use these terms as if they imbue him with some sort of sophistication or intellect. The man is nowhere near the level he believes he is. If success were a dinner table, he would be begging for scraps at the children's table. Hoping a benevolent master will drop just a small fraction of a morsel of the Thanksgiving Turkey. HIT ME HARDER YOU FOOLS!

Sayors continues to whip, Pest's back is torn and bloody. The look of pain on his face is now replaced with one of steadfast resolve. Barbie pulls out a crown of thorns and places it on his head. She begins to thwack it into place with her blackjack, Driving it deeper in the skull of the God of Emptiness. Blood continues to pour down his face, and into his eyes.

Sayors:Vinnie Lane?

Mr. WGWF:Has the man spoke of me? Has he not been preoccupied with my imitation Hobbit? Fine, I shall address him. It's a fool's quest to focus on one man so heartily in a multi-man battle, but that would describe Crybaby to the T. The man is nothing short of Don Quixote chasing Windmills thinking they are Dragons. I will allow the invalid to chase his windmills, and I will laugh. Do not expect me to step in on the behalf of either of them, Simon and I do not like each other, and I do hide the fact. Jane and I dislike each other immensely, or rather, he writes angry poems about me in his Die-Ary. It's almost as if he has a school girl crush on me. Barbie writes about me in her diary as well, only she praises me. But none the less, she writes of me often. Much the same as how Jane cannot keep my name out of his mouth. It's almost time, Steven. Are you prepared?

Sayors:I am not. But I will assist you. Mostly because you scare me. Do you have anything for Gator?

Mr. WGWF:Jacob Woods? What is to say? He has barely spoken of me as well. Much like his foolish partner, he has chosen to ignore almost everyone save for Simon. It's a tragedy. I thought he to be the smart one on the team, but alas, I was mistaken. Tragedy strikes the team of Philistines. Now, lower the cross. I will lay upon it as Jesus before me.

Barbie and Sayors begin to work the Cross on the ground. It goes down with a thud, and Pest finally stands before walking slowly to the cross. He does not waiver, wobble, or fumble. He approaches the Cross, and lays upon it. Arms spread, and feet tucked upon each other.

Mr. WGWF:Now, Steven, I want you to nail me in as if I was Christ your Lord prepared to die for you.

Sayors:WHAT?! I AM NOT NAILING YOU IN!

Mr. WGWF:I did not haver, I spoke plainly. You are to nail me to this cross, and hoist me to the Heavens. If you do not, Barbie has assured me that you will be next to me on the second one I had brought. Now, drive the nails into my flesh. I will not scream, and I will not cry.

Sayors fell to his knees beside Pest's left hand and placed a nail on the palm preparing to drive it in.

Mr. WGWF:NO! What are you doing?!

Sayors:You told me to. Were you kidding?

Mr. WGWF:No, I was being quite serious. But do not drive it into my palms. Drive the nails into my wrists. Do it correctly, or do not do it at all.

Sayors moves the nail over to the wrist, and began to drive it through Pest's flesh. True to his word, he did not cry, nor did he whimper. Solemnly he started down Steven and watched as the two nails went into his flesh. When Sayors had finished he looked at Pest holding up the last nail.

Sayors:One nail, and two feet.

Mr. WGWF:I'd advise you to drive the nail in through the tops of my feet, into the arches, and into the wood. One on top of the other. It's the easiest way.

Without speaking, Sayors began to nail Pest's feet the way he had requested. Tears forming at the eyes of the man assigned to interview the greats. When it was done he looked at the nailed Pest.

Sayors:Now what?

Mr. WGWF:Now, you and Barbie raise me to the Heavens. You ask one more question. The one you've wanted answered since the beginning of our dance, and then you part with me. We shall meet again, eventually my friend.

Sayors:What question is that?

Mr. WGWF:The Ultimate one that you've oft wondered in my presence. The one you've been too afraid to answer. Think on it as you lift me. And do not shirk in your duties, Steven. I must be fully erect in the sky for this to work. Do not giggle, Barbie, for this is a serious matter.

Sayors silently moves behind Pest's head, and assists in raising him to the skies. It takes the strength of the two torturers, plus the camera man to get Pest in the ground properly, and when he is Barbie begins to tear up.

Mr. WGWF:Do not cry, Barbie. I am not dead. No, like Christ the Savior, I am just standing here admiring the view. Now, ask that question, Steven. Mark it as possibly your last.

Sayors:Why? Why all of this? The Crucifixion. The crown, the seething hatred? All of it?

Mr. WGWF:I know of no other way, Steven. I exude hatred like a man perspires. I was fed hatred as a child, I was fed hatred as an adult. And when my daughter was born, I fed her hatred. When she ended her life at 16, I carried her hatred with me. The crucifixion is the only way I know to purify this world. I must purify it. And I like the Dildo Crown. You've got your answer, now please leave. Barbie and I must speak.

Sayors turned and left Pest to dangle in the air. Barbie walked around to face Pest, tears streaming from her eyes.

Barbie:James, baby. This is too much. We have to get you down.

Mr. WGWF:No, I must stay here. The life will not drain from me, I shall stand in the ring tomorrow night and claim victory. Wipe your eyes and look at me.

She does as she's told.

Mr. WGWF:I will be back. I promise. I need you to go, and not come back to this spot. Promise me that you will not return here.

Barbie:I promise. I will not return here. Do you love me, James?

He turns his head to the sky. He knows the answer, but he dare not speak the words.

Mr. WGWF:What do you think?

She whimpers a little and then turns to leave. Never looking back. He whispers silently.


Mr. WGWF:Of course, you silly girl.

She thinks she hears his answer, but does not turn around to verify. Just goes into the sunset carrying his crown.]]> <![CDATA[This is how the week ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16223 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 21:42:15 -0700 Gator]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16223
*Gator sits in at a small porthole window, clouds passing by the window as Todd focuses the camera on Gator*

"So this is it. This is the famous last words, not from me. I'm going to live a long awesome life. Some shitty team on the other hand, well... It's been a horrible experience and I've hated every moment I've had to make any form of contact with you. Pest, Peter, TWAT. I'm not going to talk to you, you've shown almost no effort so why the fuck should I bother with you? I would love to go on and on about how much of a let down your entire team has been, the three of you I'm singling out right now have been the shit stained cherries on top of a disappointment sundae. Sorry, I'm hungry. Anyway I've got a couple of clips saved on my phone I want you good people at home to hear so lets move onto Scully, I'm just going to play all the shit he said about me right now so try and stay awake for thirty seconds. Yeah, thirty whole seconds of unbridled shit talk about me, hold onto your butts guys and gals."

*Gator pulls out his phone and hits play*

Scully with a C not a fucking K because god forbid we get those mixed up Said:Gator, you claim that clip I showed everyone was me dressed up as you? Why would I want to dress like you? Let me guess because I have my own camera man like you, right? Get over it. I want to be you, just like King Louie wanted to be Mogli? No... Why would anyone want to be like you?
I'm not a chicken shit like you. I don't hide behind an outfit. Did Stevie Wonder choose that outfit for you?

*Gator puts the phone down*

"Wow. Just wow. I'm hurt Scully. This half assed, half thought out remark has driven a dagger through my heart. You truly are a trash talk god, Simon taught you well. First of, a Jungle Book reference? Yeah you fucking monkey, you do want to be like me, the man who created fire and burnt your entire team to the ground. HA these words have Simon's fingerprints all over them, stupid, worthless and reeking of 'no you.' Pathetic, truly. So, everything else I said before, you just going to accept that? Yeah thought you would. Fuck, I make a joke about how it was you dressing up like me and acting like an idiot, moments after you buy the same cheap looking mask and put it over that stupid fucking skull and you try and defend yourself. Fuck man, you sound real hung up on that, the more you deny it the more I actually do think you've been trying to copy off me. Oh and I'm a chicken shit? Bitch please. I'm not the one who hid away for several days after I made you cry like a little bitch. I've been stood out in the open all week asking people to try and take me down. What have you been doing? Sweet . Fuck . All. Sure in your promos you do things, but you never say or do anything of worth. Shit after I was trapped in my own Castaway situation, still dazed and confused I still managed to swat away everything you said like it was nothing to me. Because it was nothing to me and you are nothing to me."

"Did fucking Stevie Wonder choose that outfit, fucking hell man. Simon think of that one? I'll tell you what I'll come back with a joke as lame as that one just to show you how stupid you actually sound. Scully, the nineteen nineties called, they want there insults back. That's how fucking stupid you sound when you try to be clever. Maybe acting like a smart ass isn't your thing, be yourself and just act like a normal ass. There's nothing wrong with being just another normal ass, sure you'll never amount to anything but let's face the facts you never were going to amount to anything anyway. Just Scully saying the same old shit, whining about the same old shit. Oh and let's address my outfit one more time. Why does it matter what I look like? Simon told you it doesn't matter what Vinnie sings like because it isn't a factor in the match, what I wear, that doesn't matter when it comes to kicking your skinny ass up and down the ring. My outfit doesn't matter when I'm working my way through your team, I can move in it pretty well and I can still destroy you and your fucking teammates with one arm around my back. My outfit doesn't matter when I'm skullfucking you. Oh wait or should I say scullfucking you with a 'c' instead of a 'k' seeing as that is such a terribly touchy subject for you."

*Gator takes out a cigarette and sticks the filter between his masked lips and lights it*

"Next Simon, now this guy has been trying to out do me every step of the way but falling flat on his face with every dumb work that fell out of his mouth. What more do I say about this guy? Fuck pretty sure I've proven him wrong and called him out all week. But still he tries his damndest to try and win. But he keeps on failing so why should I waste more time on this stupid fucking cunt? Well, it is pretty fun. So this guy has finally realised that he can't beat me and moved on to the rest of my team, seeing if he can best any of them which he won't. Not just because my teammates are better but because I won't let this cunt get away with thinking he can throw shit over my head and hit my team without me picking up that shit and shoving down his fat fucking gullet. Jesus, Simon knows how badly I fucked him he's actually started to praise me! Check it."

*Gator raises his phone again*

Simon Said: I swear, there's only one fucking brain amongst the lot of you. And Gator seems to possess it most of the time.

"Also."

Simon also Said:Days when trash like you wouldn't have been allowed to set foot in the ring with people like me, or Gator. Yeah, I'm actually gonna give it up for Gator for a second, because he has been carrying your team all week, if it wasn't for Gator no one would know your team was able to speak fucking english.

*Gator chuckles making smoke expel from his nose and mouth as he lowers his phone*

"Goddamn! If this dude was on my dick anymore he'd be a Prince Albert piercing. Make up your damn mind Simon, you can't go hurl insults at me one minute and start to praise me the next. You just fucked yourself so hard by saying that. One, you're complimenting me trying to play it off as some backhanded compliment but it's so fucking transparent it doesn't work."

"Two. You can't go back on what you said now, you can call me shit and lie about me some more but you already admitted how awesome you think I am. It's just a dumb fucking move man. I thought you had an ounce of sense to know that, guess for the first time this week I was wrong. Okay let us move away from how much you love me and move on to how much you love Scorpio. You want to steal his shit anymore and just start showing memes instead of speaking words? Fuck, you keep calling me a fraud when you've been trying to steal shit from other people all week. You want to be like Frodo, well, you did pretty well doing that. You both fucking suck and you're both ugly as sin. You want to be as soul destroying as Sid Feder but you lack the talent and concentration to pull that off, you want to be as funny as Samuels but you just can't pull it off and you want your promos to be just like Scorpio's but it's just a cheap rip off. You see it now Simon? You are a cheap pitiful imitation of a man who is too cowardly to come back to the XWF. Tell you what Si, instead of just copying Frodo why don't you actually listen to some of Frodo's words and take them to heart."

*Gator clicks the phone one last time*

Frodo Smackins Said: Kill yourself.

*Gator put the phone away*

"That's it! I'm finally wiping my hands with you until I get my hands around your fucking throat tonight. Thank fuck this week is over so I don't have to deal with you and I can spend the weekend relaxing with Scarlett. Oh, and this fictional character called Game Boy has entered the fray. Looks like he could replace one of you guys, anyone of you really. You've all been so fucking bland and uninspiring this week anyone of you could be switched out and I probably wouldn't recognise. So, I'm leaving in on a jet plane."

T: "Don't know when I'm coming back again."

"Thanks for that Todd. Gator and the Boys are going to Detroit, we are going to war and we are going to fucking destroy Some shitty team. Fuck, I'm all a flutter with the thought of screams of agony and broken bones. See you later fuckers." ]]>
*Gator sits in at a small porthole window, clouds passing by the window as Todd focuses the camera on Gator*

"So this is it. This is the famous last words, not from me. I'm going to live a long awesome life. Some shitty team on the other hand, well... It's been a horrible experience and I've hated every moment I've had to make any form of contact with you. Pest, Peter, TWAT. I'm not going to talk to you, you've shown almost no effort so why the fuck should I bother with you? I would love to go on and on about how much of a let down your entire team has been, the three of you I'm singling out right now have been the shit stained cherries on top of a disappointment sundae. Sorry, I'm hungry. Anyway I've got a couple of clips saved on my phone I want you good people at home to hear so lets move onto Scully, I'm just going to play all the shit he said about me right now so try and stay awake for thirty seconds. Yeah, thirty whole seconds of unbridled shit talk about me, hold onto your butts guys and gals."

*Gator pulls out his phone and hits play*

Scully with a C not a fucking K because god forbid we get those mixed up Said:Gator, you claim that clip I showed everyone was me dressed up as you? Why would I want to dress like you? Let me guess because I have my own camera man like you, right? Get over it. I want to be you, just like King Louie wanted to be Mogli? No... Why would anyone want to be like you?
I'm not a chicken shit like you. I don't hide behind an outfit. Did Stevie Wonder choose that outfit for you?

*Gator puts the phone down*

"Wow. Just wow. I'm hurt Scully. This half assed, half thought out remark has driven a dagger through my heart. You truly are a trash talk god, Simon taught you well. First of, a Jungle Book reference? Yeah you fucking monkey, you do want to be like me, the man who created fire and burnt your entire team to the ground. HA these words have Simon's fingerprints all over them, stupid, worthless and reeking of 'no you.' Pathetic, truly. So, everything else I said before, you just going to accept that? Yeah thought you would. Fuck, I make a joke about how it was you dressing up like me and acting like an idiot, moments after you buy the same cheap looking mask and put it over that stupid fucking skull and you try and defend yourself. Fuck man, you sound real hung up on that, the more you deny it the more I actually do think you've been trying to copy off me. Oh and I'm a chicken shit? Bitch please. I'm not the one who hid away for several days after I made you cry like a little bitch. I've been stood out in the open all week asking people to try and take me down. What have you been doing? Sweet . Fuck . All. Sure in your promos you do things, but you never say or do anything of worth. Shit after I was trapped in my own Castaway situation, still dazed and confused I still managed to swat away everything you said like it was nothing to me. Because it was nothing to me and you are nothing to me."

"Did fucking Stevie Wonder choose that outfit, fucking hell man. Simon think of that one? I'll tell you what I'll come back with a joke as lame as that one just to show you how stupid you actually sound. Scully, the nineteen nineties called, they want there insults back. That's how fucking stupid you sound when you try to be clever. Maybe acting like a smart ass isn't your thing, be yourself and just act like a normal ass. There's nothing wrong with being just another normal ass, sure you'll never amount to anything but let's face the facts you never were going to amount to anything anyway. Just Scully saying the same old shit, whining about the same old shit. Oh and let's address my outfit one more time. Why does it matter what I look like? Simon told you it doesn't matter what Vinnie sings like because it isn't a factor in the match, what I wear, that doesn't matter when it comes to kicking your skinny ass up and down the ring. My outfit doesn't matter when I'm working my way through your team, I can move in it pretty well and I can still destroy you and your fucking teammates with one arm around my back. My outfit doesn't matter when I'm skullfucking you. Oh wait or should I say scullfucking you with a 'c' instead of a 'k' seeing as that is such a terribly touchy subject for you."

*Gator takes out a cigarette and sticks the filter between his masked lips and lights it*

"Next Simon, now this guy has been trying to out do me every step of the way but falling flat on his face with every dumb work that fell out of his mouth. What more do I say about this guy? Fuck pretty sure I've proven him wrong and called him out all week. But still he tries his damndest to try and win. But he keeps on failing so why should I waste more time on this stupid fucking cunt? Well, it is pretty fun. So this guy has finally realised that he can't beat me and moved on to the rest of my team, seeing if he can best any of them which he won't. Not just because my teammates are better but because I won't let this cunt get away with thinking he can throw shit over my head and hit my team without me picking up that shit and shoving down his fat fucking gullet. Jesus, Simon knows how badly I fucked him he's actually started to praise me! Check it."

*Gator raises his phone again*

Simon Said: I swear, there's only one fucking brain amongst the lot of you. And Gator seems to possess it most of the time.

"Also."

Simon also Said:Days when trash like you wouldn't have been allowed to set foot in the ring with people like me, or Gator. Yeah, I'm actually gonna give it up for Gator for a second, because he has been carrying your team all week, if it wasn't for Gator no one would know your team was able to speak fucking english.

*Gator chuckles making smoke expel from his nose and mouth as he lowers his phone*

"Goddamn! If this dude was on my dick anymore he'd be a Prince Albert piercing. Make up your damn mind Simon, you can't go hurl insults at me one minute and start to praise me the next. You just fucked yourself so hard by saying that. One, you're complimenting me trying to play it off as some backhanded compliment but it's so fucking transparent it doesn't work."

"Two. You can't go back on what you said now, you can call me shit and lie about me some more but you already admitted how awesome you think I am. It's just a dumb fucking move man. I thought you had an ounce of sense to know that, guess for the first time this week I was wrong. Okay let us move away from how much you love me and move on to how much you love Scorpio. You want to steal his shit anymore and just start showing memes instead of speaking words? Fuck, you keep calling me a fraud when you've been trying to steal shit from other people all week. You want to be like Frodo, well, you did pretty well doing that. You both fucking suck and you're both ugly as sin. You want to be as soul destroying as Sid Feder but you lack the talent and concentration to pull that off, you want to be as funny as Samuels but you just can't pull it off and you want your promos to be just like Scorpio's but it's just a cheap rip off. You see it now Simon? You are a cheap pitiful imitation of a man who is too cowardly to come back to the XWF. Tell you what Si, instead of just copying Frodo why don't you actually listen to some of Frodo's words and take them to heart."

*Gator clicks the phone one last time*

Frodo Smackins Said: Kill yourself.

*Gator put the phone away*

"That's it! I'm finally wiping my hands with you until I get my hands around your fucking throat tonight. Thank fuck this week is over so I don't have to deal with you and I can spend the weekend relaxing with Scarlett. Oh, and this fictional character called Game Boy has entered the fray. Looks like he could replace one of you guys, anyone of you really. You've all been so fucking bland and uninspiring this week anyone of you could be switched out and I probably wouldn't recognise. So, I'm leaving in on a jet plane."

T: "Don't know when I'm coming back again."

"Thanks for that Todd. Gator and the Boys are going to Detroit, we are going to war and we are going to fucking destroy Some shitty team. Fuck, I'm all a flutter with the thought of screams of agony and broken bones. See you later fuckers." ]]> <![CDATA["Loverboy" - Moment of Zen]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16240 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 20:56:11 -0700 Vincent Lane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16240 Did you five fucktards think I would let this week come to a close without giving you a final thought to tide you over ‘til our date at War Games?

Lucky for you, I did just get off a long ass flight back to the greatest country in the world, the United States of motherfuckin’ America, so I’m a little jetlagged and plan on keeping things short and sweet. You know, like Simon, only if he were stuffed full of candy bars and dipped in honey first.

Not like there’s much left to say anyway, dudes… Team Pest has pretty much given the fuck up, haven’t they? I mean, the little gay porn actor Simon is still flapping his lips, but it’s nothing more than background noise at this point. Seriously, the little fuck just repeats himself over and over again, and then goes on to anyone who’ll listen about how great he is at tearing people down verbally. Dude, the last time I saw someone patting himself on the back as hard as Simon does, he was choking on a chicken bone at Ruby Tuesday’s. Shit, I guess now that I think about it, it might have been Scully… he’s been taking lessons from Simon in every other fucking way, so why not? Although it seems like it was that poor white trash waitress who spent the night choking on a chicken bone, huh? Then he invites Simon over to prove he’s no longer a virgin, and to teach him how to shit talk like a man? Pathetic, dude. Good lessons, right? Call me a tranny or some shit, yeah? What a mouthful of bullshit. The whole world sees me on camera every fucking week, but Simon wants to try and convince everyone I’m a fat ass who looks like an ugly woman. Dude. I’m on TV. On TV fucking chicks and getting head from sluts fifty times hotter than your little waitress with daddy issues, on TV kicking ass in the ring and obviously being in perfect athletic shape. Who the hell are you going to convince I’m fat or gay when all they have to do is look at me to see otherwise?

What are you gonna go after next, huh? My hair? You’re right, man, it’s gorgeous and long. There’s actually a ton of chicks who wish they had hair like mine. Do I think that’s an insult? Fuck no! Anything that gets bitches on my lap is a good thing, and I guarantee you there are more chicks out there that wanna get fucked by a long haired rock star than by a hare lipped Brit. Yeah man, it’s just like your new beau Simon says – I prefer the music and styles of the 80s and 90s. So what? You prefer the touch of a man, is anyone holding that against you? I even had a mullet back in the day, I admit it. For a short time I rocked a rattail, too. But my shit was the best looking thing out there, dude, believe that. You think guys like Vince Neil or Axl Rose looked the way they did because it kept them from getting laid? Those motherfuckers were drowning in vagina, just like I have been. You? You had to tip that single mom at least twenty bucks, and I’m thinking she only went with you because she thought she had a shot at John Black’s jungle dick. There’s a reason the worst insult Simon can come up with for me is that he thinks I’m the Scully of my team, man. That’s what your teammate thinks of you. He thinks I’m a worthless, fat shithead, and he thinks I’m comparable to you. I bet you feel awesome being on that guy’s team, huh? By the way, you also realize Maverick only teams with you so that he can finally be around someone worse than him, right? You’re basically the ugly friend that the average girls bring with them everywhere they go so they seem pretty by comparison. Good job, dude.

Speaking of average – where’d that mediocre captain of yours go to, for real? Did he finally get busted knuckle deep in a teenage runaway? Did he jerk off at the wrong prom? How the fuck is a shithead like Simon gonna try and call me a pedo when he’s taking orders from one in this War Games match? Jimmy the Pest hasn’t done shit in the XWF other than lose a bunch of matches, follow me around likea lost puppy dog and wipe Peter Gilmour’s ass for a month. That’s your leader, guys. Shit rolls downhill, and he’s the king of the mountain. Pretty fucking sad that you’re so-called captain barely lifted a finger for you guys all week, huh? Instead he seemed pretty content letting Simon do all the hard work and take the reamings from me and the boys. I’d say Simon was like a human shield, but he’s really more of a dental dam, isn’t he? Keeping the spit off the pussy?

You know, that kinda reminds me of Gilmour. Where has that motherfucker been? Is he still in that library trying to learn how to read? Did he get drunk and forget he was on your team, or did he actually just decide not to bother dealing with you four cunts? I could totally understand if he decided he didn’t want to have his ass handed to him by the same guy twice in one week, so if he blows you all off it won’t surprise me. What WILL surprise me is if either he or SWAT even manage to get a single offensive move executed on any member of Team Masters. If you do come, bring a Z-Pack and some retrovirals, Pete, Zeke owes you some AIDS.

So, guys, seriously, the only real question going into War Games is which member of Team Masters is going to get the pin? I’m pretty sure Gator is gonna KO Simon about thirty seconds into the match. Mastermind can probably take out Scully. Zeke has Pete’s number, for sure. McBride can break SWAT in half. Does that mean I get the honor of reintroducing Pest to the floor? I wonder if I should just pin him and get it over with or if I should submit him again? If I keep dropping him in Black Label Drivers I’ll end up giving him more brain damage, and then he’ll get put in a special needs home. That sounds like a winning idea to me, but I’d feel bad for all the teenaged he’ll jerk off onto. Man, this really is a tough choice.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Guess you guys’ll have to find out right along with the rest of the world which one of you gets the honor of being on the bottom. Don’t get excited, Simon, I didn’t mean it that way.

Oh, shit, look at the calendar… looks like it’s sooner than later, fuckers.]]> Did you five fucktards think I would let this week come to a close without giving you a final thought to tide you over ‘til our date at War Games?

Lucky for you, I did just get off a long ass flight back to the greatest country in the world, the United States of motherfuckin’ America, so I’m a little jetlagged and plan on keeping things short and sweet. You know, like Simon, only if he were stuffed full of candy bars and dipped in honey first.

Not like there’s much left to say anyway, dudes… Team Pest has pretty much given the fuck up, haven’t they? I mean, the little gay porn actor Simon is still flapping his lips, but it’s nothing more than background noise at this point. Seriously, the little fuck just repeats himself over and over again, and then goes on to anyone who’ll listen about how great he is at tearing people down verbally. Dude, the last time I saw someone patting himself on the back as hard as Simon does, he was choking on a chicken bone at Ruby Tuesday’s. Shit, I guess now that I think about it, it might have been Scully… he’s been taking lessons from Simon in every other fucking way, so why not? Although it seems like it was that poor white trash waitress who spent the night choking on a chicken bone, huh? Then he invites Simon over to prove he’s no longer a virgin, and to teach him how to shit talk like a man? Pathetic, dude. Good lessons, right? Call me a tranny or some shit, yeah? What a mouthful of bullshit. The whole world sees me on camera every fucking week, but Simon wants to try and convince everyone I’m a fat ass who looks like an ugly woman. Dude. I’m on TV. On TV fucking chicks and getting head from sluts fifty times hotter than your little waitress with daddy issues, on TV kicking ass in the ring and obviously being in perfect athletic shape. Who the hell are you going to convince I’m fat or gay when all they have to do is look at me to see otherwise?

What are you gonna go after next, huh? My hair? You’re right, man, it’s gorgeous and long. There’s actually a ton of chicks who wish they had hair like mine. Do I think that’s an insult? Fuck no! Anything that gets bitches on my lap is a good thing, and I guarantee you there are more chicks out there that wanna get fucked by a long haired rock star than by a hare lipped Brit. Yeah man, it’s just like your new beau Simon says – I prefer the music and styles of the 80s and 90s. So what? You prefer the touch of a man, is anyone holding that against you? I even had a mullet back in the day, I admit it. For a short time I rocked a rattail, too. But my shit was the best looking thing out there, dude, believe that. You think guys like Vince Neil or Axl Rose looked the way they did because it kept them from getting laid? Those motherfuckers were drowning in vagina, just like I have been. You? You had to tip that single mom at least twenty bucks, and I’m thinking she only went with you because she thought she had a shot at John Black’s jungle dick. There’s a reason the worst insult Simon can come up with for me is that he thinks I’m the Scully of my team, man. That’s what your teammate thinks of you. He thinks I’m a worthless, fat shithead, and he thinks I’m comparable to you. I bet you feel awesome being on that guy’s team, huh? By the way, you also realize Maverick only teams with you so that he can finally be around someone worse than him, right? You’re basically the ugly friend that the average girls bring with them everywhere they go so they seem pretty by comparison. Good job, dude.

Speaking of average – where’d that mediocre captain of yours go to, for real? Did he finally get busted knuckle deep in a teenage runaway? Did he jerk off at the wrong prom? How the fuck is a shithead like Simon gonna try and call me a pedo when he’s taking orders from one in this War Games match? Jimmy the Pest hasn’t done shit in the XWF other than lose a bunch of matches, follow me around likea lost puppy dog and wipe Peter Gilmour’s ass for a month. That’s your leader, guys. Shit rolls downhill, and he’s the king of the mountain. Pretty fucking sad that you’re so-called captain barely lifted a finger for you guys all week, huh? Instead he seemed pretty content letting Simon do all the hard work and take the reamings from me and the boys. I’d say Simon was like a human shield, but he’s really more of a dental dam, isn’t he? Keeping the spit off the pussy?

You know, that kinda reminds me of Gilmour. Where has that motherfucker been? Is he still in that library trying to learn how to read? Did he get drunk and forget he was on your team, or did he actually just decide not to bother dealing with you four cunts? I could totally understand if he decided he didn’t want to have his ass handed to him by the same guy twice in one week, so if he blows you all off it won’t surprise me. What WILL surprise me is if either he or SWAT even manage to get a single offensive move executed on any member of Team Masters. If you do come, bring a Z-Pack and some retrovirals, Pete, Zeke owes you some AIDS.

So, guys, seriously, the only real question going into War Games is which member of Team Masters is going to get the pin? I’m pretty sure Gator is gonna KO Simon about thirty seconds into the match. Mastermind can probably take out Scully. Zeke has Pete’s number, for sure. McBride can break SWAT in half. Does that mean I get the honor of reintroducing Pest to the floor? I wonder if I should just pin him and get it over with or if I should submit him again? If I keep dropping him in Black Label Drivers I’ll end up giving him more brain damage, and then he’ll get put in a special needs home. That sounds like a winning idea to me, but I’d feel bad for all the teenaged he’ll jerk off onto. Man, this really is a tough choice.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Guess you guys’ll have to find out right along with the rest of the world which one of you gets the honor of being on the bottom. Don’t get excited, Simon, I didn’t mean it that way.

Oh, shit, look at the calendar… looks like it’s sooner than later, fuckers.]]> <![CDATA[Dawn of War || War Games #04]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16238 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 20:43:07 -0700 Justin Sane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16238 http://ewfederation.angelfire.com/sane5.html]]> http://ewfederation.angelfire.com/sane5.html]]> <![CDATA[War or Games?]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16237 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 20:20:02 -0700 Theo Pryce]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16237

Before going dark to avoid being killed by the Yakuza Theo Pryce was able to get his company back through a series of unfortunate attacks that left his sister Erica Rayner unable to adequately complete her duties as the company CEO. Unfortunately Theo's second reign as boss of the company he built was short lived as days later he would disappear for three months. In the three month span in which Theo was gone and Erica was at the helm things for the company took a turn and not the good kind. The company made less money in that one quarter than they had in any quarter during Theo's time as C.E.O. Not only that contracts were being cancelled left and right and Erica had no idea why. No matter how much she begged and pleaded with the customers it made no difference. Clearly losing Theo at the head of the table was proving to be more difficult than Erica had envisioned, something she would never admit publically but it's obvious to anyone paying attention. But try as she might Erica just could not do what her brother was able to do and that was make Pryce Industries profitable.

Over the last several weeks Erica has invested heavily in Corporate Study done by an outside party in hopes that the study would among other things reveal ways that she could cut costs. Nothing was out of the question including a complete corporate overhaul. Something that would have been unheard of in Theo's day, but this isn't Theo's day. Not anymore. One of the things Erica is struggling with, something she didn't realize until very recently was that Theo's biggest strength, perhaps his only strength was his ability to sit back and let people do their jobs. Theo was many things but a micromanager was not one of them. He let people earn their paychecks and if for some reason they didn't then he terminated their employment. Something he took far more joy in than any human being probably should.

The phone on Erica's desk rings and like her brother before her rather than actually lifting the receiver Erica opts to hit the speaker button. On the other end of the phone is the sound of a familiar voice.


"Miss Rayner."

"Yes Isabel?"

"Uhhhh, I.....Uhhhhh....."

"What is it Isabel? What's wrong?"

"Well....there's someone on the phone claiming to be Theo."

"Theo? Theo Pryce?"

"Ye....ye....yes miss."


Erica stands up, the quickness with which she moved sends her chair rolling backwards several feet, only stopping when it comes in contact with the windows behind her. She looks around the room half expecting to see the ghost of her brother laughing at her.


"That's impossible."

"I agree Miss but, well....he sounds like Theo. Exactly like Theo."

"You're sure?"

"Very."

"Put him through."

"Very well."


There is a moment of awkward silence as Isabel connects the call. Erica paces around the office contemplating what to say to the man who may or may not be her brother. The silence is broken when the person on the other end takes it upon themselves to speak first.


"Erica."

"Theo?"

"The one and only."

"Is it really you?"

"Wow that's so horrible cliche but yes it is. And you could have seen to that first hand but apparently my access to the building has been terminated. My name is still on the building Erica, the least you can do is let me in the front door."

"I don't think that would be wise."

"Why is that?"

"Well for starters it would be horribly disruptive and secondly because I don't want you in here."

"Bullshit."

"I am very serious Theo. If you would like to speak to me we can meet somewhere else. Like your home. Or mine. But we will not meet here in this place."

"Erica let me be as clear about this as I possibly can. That is my building, my company. If I want to get inside I will. Now I will give you one final opportunity to do the right thing and that is let me walk in the front door."

"Out of the question. I can meet you at 5. At your place."

"My place? You mean the place that has absolutely no furniture because you had it all put into storage that place?"

"Yes that place."

"Fine. Five it is. And Erica. It's good to hear your voice."

"Yeah you too."

"Come now Erica. I don't need to be standing in front of you to know that you are lying."


Erica presses the speaker button and ends the call. She stands at her desk for a few more moments as she takes in what just happened.




"What a fucking cunt. All I did for her and she won't even let me into the building? It's my fucking building. It says Pryce at the top of it. Not Rayner. Pryce. Fucking ungrateful cunt."


Theo paces around on the sidewalk out front of the building contemplating his next move. He stops pacing for a moment and just stares at the front of the building for what seems like an eternity and then the biggest shit eating grin the world has ever seen comes across his face as he then walks back to his car parked in front of the building, fires up the engine and begins driving.


"You know, I have a fucking match in Detroit tomorrow night. I was hoping to get this little meeting out of the way but no, Erica has to make things difficult as per fucking always. It's a good thing I am walking away from this fucking dumpster fire because I don't think I can handle having to see that ungrateful bitch day in and day out. Who needs that bullshit? I've got billions socked away in foreign bank accounts, houses all over the world, cars, boats, planes, I got it all, who needs that fucking place anyway? Honestly, I'd burn the place to the ground if I didn't get so much satisfaction out of seeing my name up there at the top of the building. Thought that could change after Erica and I have our conversation."


Theo reaches down and taps the display screen in his center console activating the bluetooth in his car. A few rings later and someone on the other end picks up.


"Yes Mr. Pryce?"

"Get the helicopter ready to go. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Who will be piloting it?"

"I will."

"Very good sir."


Theo presses a button his steering wheel to end the call.


"That's right. I can pilot helicopters. I bet you didn't know that. I bet Erica doesn't either. You see I am fairly certain that while she restricted my access to the underground parking garage and the front entrance she didn't do anything to stop me from entering the building from the top."

"But before we get to that let me throw out some final words regarding War Games. I've already spoken ad nauseum about my opponents and each one of them have proven themselves to be too chicken shit to respond to me and you know what, that's fine. Obviously every member of Team Morbid is too busy bitching about each other to even bother dealing with the single most dangerous opponent they've ever faced and that will cost them, dearly. But no, no I don't want or need to talk about them, especially when they won't respond to me anyway."

"Instead allow me to turn my attention to a few members of my own team. Proxy and Cain. For one night and trust me when I say this, one night only you and I are on the same team. But after tonight if you two should happen to survive and not, I don't know, accidently get tossed off the roof by one of the members of Morbid's team, or even by me, then you better hope and pray that you two never cross paths with me ever again. I don't want you two to even so much as look at me the wrong way because if you do I'll put you down faster than Eli "Cash In" James put down that bucket of fried chicken. Oh who the hell am I kidding? That fat fuck never met a meal he didn't like. Just look at him, all fat and hairy. You two are both on my shit list. I will never understand how you Cain, managed to become the number one contender to the Universal Title but seeing as who the current champ is I guess it fits. Nothing in this fucking place makes any sense any more. And you Proxy. You should have stayed where ever the fuck it is you were because you obviously weren't ready for War Games. It seems that while most of us were preparing for war you were too busy playing games. I hope everyone that paid you for your services got a money back guarantee because I have a feeling you won't be fulfilling any of the contracts you were asked to put out. Shit, I should have had you put out a hit on yourself but you probably would have forgotten to show up for that too you fucking good for nothing. Fuck both of you. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some business to attend to."




The camera fades back in to Erica Rayner's office where she is once again seated at her desk looking over some paper work. The room is quiet and peaceful. Unfortunately both of those things are interrupted when the private elevator door in Erica's office suddenly opens up and out of it steps her brother.


"Rookie mistake. You should have had that elevator turned off. You didn't and now because of it we are going to have the conversation that you tried so desperately to avoid. Got anything to drink?"


To be continued...]]>

Before going dark to avoid being killed by the Yakuza Theo Pryce was able to get his company back through a series of unfortunate attacks that left his sister Erica Rayner unable to adequately complete her duties as the company CEO. Unfortunately Theo's second reign as boss of the company he built was short lived as days later he would disappear for three months. In the three month span in which Theo was gone and Erica was at the helm things for the company took a turn and not the good kind. The company made less money in that one quarter than they had in any quarter during Theo's time as C.E.O. Not only that contracts were being cancelled left and right and Erica had no idea why. No matter how much she begged and pleaded with the customers it made no difference. Clearly losing Theo at the head of the table was proving to be more difficult than Erica had envisioned, something she would never admit publically but it's obvious to anyone paying attention. But try as she might Erica just could not do what her brother was able to do and that was make Pryce Industries profitable.

Over the last several weeks Erica has invested heavily in Corporate Study done by an outside party in hopes that the study would among other things reveal ways that she could cut costs. Nothing was out of the question including a complete corporate overhaul. Something that would have been unheard of in Theo's day, but this isn't Theo's day. Not anymore. One of the things Erica is struggling with, something she didn't realize until very recently was that Theo's biggest strength, perhaps his only strength was his ability to sit back and let people do their jobs. Theo was many things but a micromanager was not one of them. He let people earn their paychecks and if for some reason they didn't then he terminated their employment. Something he took far more joy in than any human being probably should.

The phone on Erica's desk rings and like her brother before her rather than actually lifting the receiver Erica opts to hit the speaker button. On the other end of the phone is the sound of a familiar voice.


"Miss Rayner."

"Yes Isabel?"

"Uhhhh, I.....Uhhhhh....."

"What is it Isabel? What's wrong?"

"Well....there's someone on the phone claiming to be Theo."

"Theo? Theo Pryce?"

"Ye....ye....yes miss."


Erica stands up, the quickness with which she moved sends her chair rolling backwards several feet, only stopping when it comes in contact with the windows behind her. She looks around the room half expecting to see the ghost of her brother laughing at her.


"That's impossible."

"I agree Miss but, well....he sounds like Theo. Exactly like Theo."

"You're sure?"

"Very."

"Put him through."

"Very well."


There is a moment of awkward silence as Isabel connects the call. Erica paces around the office contemplating what to say to the man who may or may not be her brother. The silence is broken when the person on the other end takes it upon themselves to speak first.


"Erica."

"Theo?"

"The one and only."

"Is it really you?"

"Wow that's so horrible cliche but yes it is. And you could have seen to that first hand but apparently my access to the building has been terminated. My name is still on the building Erica, the least you can do is let me in the front door."

"I don't think that would be wise."

"Why is that?"

"Well for starters it would be horribly disruptive and secondly because I don't want you in here."

"Bullshit."

"I am very serious Theo. If you would like to speak to me we can meet somewhere else. Like your home. Or mine. But we will not meet here in this place."

"Erica let me be as clear about this as I possibly can. That is my building, my company. If I want to get inside I will. Now I will give you one final opportunity to do the right thing and that is let me walk in the front door."

"Out of the question. I can meet you at 5. At your place."

"My place? You mean the place that has absolutely no furniture because you had it all put into storage that place?"

"Yes that place."

"Fine. Five it is. And Erica. It's good to hear your voice."

"Yeah you too."

"Come now Erica. I don't need to be standing in front of you to know that you are lying."


Erica presses the speaker button and ends the call. She stands at her desk for a few more moments as she takes in what just happened.




"What a fucking cunt. All I did for her and she won't even let me into the building? It's my fucking building. It says Pryce at the top of it. Not Rayner. Pryce. Fucking ungrateful cunt."


Theo paces around on the sidewalk out front of the building contemplating his next move. He stops pacing for a moment and just stares at the front of the building for what seems like an eternity and then the biggest shit eating grin the world has ever seen comes across his face as he then walks back to his car parked in front of the building, fires up the engine and begins driving.


"You know, I have a fucking match in Detroit tomorrow night. I was hoping to get this little meeting out of the way but no, Erica has to make things difficult as per fucking always. It's a good thing I am walking away from this fucking dumpster fire because I don't think I can handle having to see that ungrateful bitch day in and day out. Who needs that bullshit? I've got billions socked away in foreign bank accounts, houses all over the world, cars, boats, planes, I got it all, who needs that fucking place anyway? Honestly, I'd burn the place to the ground if I didn't get so much satisfaction out of seeing my name up there at the top of the building. Thought that could change after Erica and I have our conversation."


Theo reaches down and taps the display screen in his center console activating the bluetooth in his car. A few rings later and someone on the other end picks up.


"Yes Mr. Pryce?"

"Get the helicopter ready to go. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Who will be piloting it?"

"I will."

"Very good sir."


Theo presses a button his steering wheel to end the call.


"That's right. I can pilot helicopters. I bet you didn't know that. I bet Erica doesn't either. You see I am fairly certain that while she restricted my access to the underground parking garage and the front entrance she didn't do anything to stop me from entering the building from the top."

"But before we get to that let me throw out some final words regarding War Games. I've already spoken ad nauseum about my opponents and each one of them have proven themselves to be too chicken shit to respond to me and you know what, that's fine. Obviously every member of Team Morbid is too busy bitching about each other to even bother dealing with the single most dangerous opponent they've ever faced and that will cost them, dearly. But no, no I don't want or need to talk about them, especially when they won't respond to me anyway."

"Instead allow me to turn my attention to a few members of my own team. Proxy and Cain. For one night and trust me when I say this, one night only you and I are on the same team. But after tonight if you two should happen to survive and not, I don't know, accidently get tossed off the roof by one of the members of Morbid's team, or even by me, then you better hope and pray that you two never cross paths with me ever again. I don't want you two to even so much as look at me the wrong way because if you do I'll put you down faster than Eli "Cash In" James put down that bucket of fried chicken. Oh who the hell am I kidding? That fat fuck never met a meal he didn't like. Just look at him, all fat and hairy. You two are both on my shit list. I will never understand how you Cain, managed to become the number one contender to the Universal Title but seeing as who the current champ is I guess it fits. Nothing in this fucking place makes any sense any more. And you Proxy. You should have stayed where ever the fuck it is you were because you obviously weren't ready for War Games. It seems that while most of us were preparing for war you were too busy playing games. I hope everyone that paid you for your services got a money back guarantee because I have a feeling you won't be fulfilling any of the contracts you were asked to put out. Shit, I should have had you put out a hit on yourself but you probably would have forgotten to show up for that too you fucking good for nothing. Fuck both of you. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some business to attend to."




The camera fades back in to Erica Rayner's office where she is once again seated at her desk looking over some paper work. The room is quiet and peaceful. Unfortunately both of those things are interrupted when the private elevator door in Erica's office suddenly opens up and out of it steps her brother.


"Rookie mistake. You should have had that elevator turned off. You didn't and now because of it we are going to have the conversation that you tried so desperately to avoid. Got anything to drink?"


To be continued...]]> <![CDATA[This Is Your Downfall *Rp3*]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16234 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 17:23:30 -0700 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16234
*This Is Your Downfall*



Simon is looking through a window and sees no one is moving downstairs. He pulls out a roll of masking tape, and begins to tape the window up real good. See, taping the window helps to keep the window quiet when you smash it. He searches for a large rock or something, and finds a huge brick, which he lobs through the window.

"Wow. That was a lot less noisy than I expected."

The window falls to pieces, leaving an opening big enough for Simon to crawl in. Looking around, he finds a light switch and turns it on.

"Cool, I'm right by the kitchen. I'm a make a snack for myself before I wake this dude up."

He makes his way to the kitchen and starts rummaging through cabinets throwing cans on the floor. Eventually he moves the freezer and pulls out some ground beef. Then he picks a Frying pan off the floor, puts it on the stove and begins to fry the meat up.

"Guess I'm having Hamburgers."

Once the burger is finished cooking, Simon begins to loudly stomp his way upstairs to find the bedroom. Third door on the left. Always. There's the son of a bitch sleeping. Of course he is, isn't that like them to just sleep when Simon's there. He takes a bite of his burger and throws it right at the sleeping man's head.
"Wake the fuck up, bitch. We gotta talk."

The man grabs a baseball bat from the side of the bed and quickly sits up. Scully see's Simon AKA Frodo stood in front of him.

"What the fuck do you want?

"Hey, what up, Skullator! It's I, Frodo mother fucking Simon. We gotta work on your trash talk. You're horrible at it."

"It's Scullanator. Enlighten me... Come on..."

"Hey, I can make you better. It's what I do. I'm the best. First off, don't call him bummer boy, or talk about his ability to sing. That's weak shit, who gives a shite if he can sing or not? Focus on the fact that he's a fat tranny looking queer. Focus on how he copies his entire life from everything around him, and how the 80's Glam Metal was exclusively for queers. Call him something related to that, or how he can't get anything correct, and how he can't stop crying.

Don't call Gator "the Mastrubator" that's also pretty weak. Just stick to laughing about how he's a third rate Luca or a fourth rate Frodo. Talk about how he looks like someone let Rosemary Kenedy out of the Room again. Ask him if his mommy still cuts the crust off his sammiches, and tucks him in at night. Stuff like that. Every mother fucker masturbates. If you're the real Frodo, you do it often, and when you think about Mandii.

As for Mastermind, eh. Whatever. He's a cock sucker anyway. Same with Zeke. Use Ireland and England's history to trash McBride, and how comically inept he is. He fails at everything he even attempts. I swear, if the dude went to shoot himself in the head, he'd miss and end up killing twelve children in Topeka, Kansas. It'll be great times. Then ask him how he managed to knock off every Irish stereotype without being good at one of them. Anyway, I want a burger, and you got Scully all over mine."

Simon turns to leave.

"Woah. Stop right there!"

Scully gets out the bed in all of his glory. He drops the bat, grabs a pair of jogging bottoms and puts them on quickly. Scully goes to push Simon out his bedroom but then there is movement in the bed as the duvet is chucked to one side by a blonde naked woman, who is fidgeting in her sleep. Simon stares at the naked woman before Scully escorts him out the room. Turning the light off as he leaves.

"What did you do drug her? Did you give her Rohypnol? How did she not wake up?"

"No, you dick I didn't give her rape drugs. We've only been asleep a couple of hours. She was at work till like 11. What's the fucking time anyway?"

Simon looks at his watch as they walk down the downstairs.

"It is 5 o'clock"

They make there way down the hall way and in to the kitchen. The kitchen light already left on. Scully looks around the kitchen and see's the mess. Tins on the floor and a used frying pan on the hob. He then notices the smashed window near the kitchen.

"What the fuck man? Seriously.... Couldn't you fit through my letterbox or something?"

"Very funny, Scull. Now cook me a god damn burger"

"Na do one, there's a Mcdonalds down the road"

"That's a bit rude don't ya think? Why you so mad?"

"Let me think, erm.... You smash my window, mess my kitchen up, cook food. Help ya freaking self!"

"Okay so i'll cook my own burger... Again?"

"Who are you, Goldilocks? I appreciate your advice Si.... Frodo.... Whatever . But I don't appreciate being woken up. Now leave... Heres twenty dollars, get a maccy d's"

Scully grabs his wallet of the side and takes out a twenty dollar note. He then hands it to Simon.

"Thanks..."

Scully then escorts Simon to the front door. Scully opens the door as Simon walks out.

"Remember, what I told you"

"Bye"

Scully shuts the door and turns around to see the naked blonde woman stood in front of him. She wraps her arms around him, kisses him passionately and puts her hand down his jogging bottoms, rubbing his manhood. She smiles at Scully and takes his hand to lead him upstairs. Scully slaps her ass as she runs upstairs laughing.


"So I had Simon come round and tell me what to do. He told me the kinda things I should say to my opponents. The opponents I face at Wargames. Now I am going to say it in this order, from most important to the least important of the team. Gator, Vinnie Lane, Mastermind, Michael McBride and Ezeikel Carter whatever his name is.
So far I am being relatively nice. Why do I need to continue being an absolute asshole?
You see i'm going to ignore Simon. I think i'm going to have a change of heart and support charities. I am going to become a role model to all the kids out there, but that doesn't mean i'm going to be a peodophile like Vinnie Lane, who likes young girls screaming after him.

Then again, being nice is boring. I like being an asshole. I enjoy being a prick. I am not a crybaby cunt like Vinnie Lane. Vinnie is what you call a diva. It's too bad there isn't a divas division here in the XWF because he would be the champion. Let's face it he is a very emotional guy, he cried when he watched the movie Ghost. He shed a mass of tears when he watched Pearl Harbour and well... Titanic.. Cry me a river. Very sensitive, Vinnie Lane. Women normally have a period once a month, every 4 weeks whatever. Vinnie, however seems to have a period all the time. 24/7. He must have a bathroom full of tampons.
I'm sure this is the year 2014, yet he still lives in the 80's. Now don't get me wrong, Vinnie, love a bit of rock music. In fact, 80's is my favourite era of music. But theres a time when you grow up and become a man. I mean it's okay dressing like that when your 16 and going through a phase. Or i'm sure it's okay if your actually a member of a glam band.. Like you claim to be. But you're in the wrestling business. You look like a fat, blonde bimbo, transvestite.

Gator, you claim that clip I showed everyone was me dressed up as you? Why would I want to dress like you? Let me guess because I have my own camera man like you, right? Get over it. I want to be you, just like King Louie wanted to be Mogli? No... Why would anyone want to be like you?
I'm not a chicken shit like you. I don't hide behind an outfit. Did Stevie Wonder choose that outfit for you?

Ezeikal.... You are living proof that a human can live without a brain!

Mick McBride ain't you really English? St. Patrick himself was apparently English, captured by Irish marauders and taken as a slave!

And Captain Mastermind you're the reason God created the middle finger. You are a loser. I am a god. Any questions? Your ridiculous little opinion will be noted."]]>
*This Is Your Downfall*



Simon is looking through a window and sees no one is moving downstairs. He pulls out a roll of masking tape, and begins to tape the window up real good. See, taping the window helps to keep the window quiet when you smash it. He searches for a large rock or something, and finds a huge brick, which he lobs through the window.

"Wow. That was a lot less noisy than I expected."

The window falls to pieces, leaving an opening big enough for Simon to crawl in. Looking around, he finds a light switch and turns it on.

"Cool, I'm right by the kitchen. I'm a make a snack for myself before I wake this dude up."

He makes his way to the kitchen and starts rummaging through cabinets throwing cans on the floor. Eventually he moves the freezer and pulls out some ground beef. Then he picks a Frying pan off the floor, puts it on the stove and begins to fry the meat up.

"Guess I'm having Hamburgers."

Once the burger is finished cooking, Simon begins to loudly stomp his way upstairs to find the bedroom. Third door on the left. Always. There's the son of a bitch sleeping. Of course he is, isn't that like them to just sleep when Simon's there. He takes a bite of his burger and throws it right at the sleeping man's head.
"Wake the fuck up, bitch. We gotta talk."

The man grabs a baseball bat from the side of the bed and quickly sits up. Scully see's Simon AKA Frodo stood in front of him.

"What the fuck do you want?

"Hey, what up, Skullator! It's I, Frodo mother fucking Simon. We gotta work on your trash talk. You're horrible at it."

"It's Scullanator. Enlighten me... Come on..."

"Hey, I can make you better. It's what I do. I'm the best. First off, don't call him bummer boy, or talk about his ability to sing. That's weak shit, who gives a shite if he can sing or not? Focus on the fact that he's a fat tranny looking queer. Focus on how he copies his entire life from everything around him, and how the 80's Glam Metal was exclusively for queers. Call him something related to that, or how he can't get anything correct, and how he can't stop crying.

Don't call Gator "the Mastrubator" that's also pretty weak. Just stick to laughing about how he's a third rate Luca or a fourth rate Frodo. Talk about how he looks like someone let Rosemary Kenedy out of the Room again. Ask him if his mommy still cuts the crust off his sammiches, and tucks him in at night. Stuff like that. Every mother fucker masturbates. If you're the real Frodo, you do it often, and when you think about Mandii.

As for Mastermind, eh. Whatever. He's a cock sucker anyway. Same with Zeke. Use Ireland and England's history to trash McBride, and how comically inept he is. He fails at everything he even attempts. I swear, if the dude went to shoot himself in the head, he'd miss and end up killing twelve children in Topeka, Kansas. It'll be great times. Then ask him how he managed to knock off every Irish stereotype without being good at one of them. Anyway, I want a burger, and you got Scully all over mine."

Simon turns to leave.

"Woah. Stop right there!"

Scully gets out the bed in all of his glory. He drops the bat, grabs a pair of jogging bottoms and puts them on quickly. Scully goes to push Simon out his bedroom but then there is movement in the bed as the duvet is chucked to one side by a blonde naked woman, who is fidgeting in her sleep. Simon stares at the naked woman before Scully escorts him out the room. Turning the light off as he leaves.

"What did you do drug her? Did you give her Rohypnol? How did she not wake up?"

"No, you dick I didn't give her rape drugs. We've only been asleep a couple of hours. She was at work till like 11. What's the fucking time anyway?"

Simon looks at his watch as they walk down the downstairs.

"It is 5 o'clock"

They make there way down the hall way and in to the kitchen. The kitchen light already left on. Scully looks around the kitchen and see's the mess. Tins on the floor and a used frying pan on the hob. He then notices the smashed window near the kitchen.

"What the fuck man? Seriously.... Couldn't you fit through my letterbox or something?"

"Very funny, Scull. Now cook me a god damn burger"

"Na do one, there's a Mcdonalds down the road"

"That's a bit rude don't ya think? Why you so mad?"

"Let me think, erm.... You smash my window, mess my kitchen up, cook food. Help ya freaking self!"

"Okay so i'll cook my own burger... Again?"

"Who are you, Goldilocks? I appreciate your advice Si.... Frodo.... Whatever . But I don't appreciate being woken up. Now leave... Heres twenty dollars, get a maccy d's"

Scully grabs his wallet of the side and takes out a twenty dollar note. He then hands it to Simon.

"Thanks..."

Scully then escorts Simon to the front door. Scully opens the door as Simon walks out.

"Remember, what I told you"

"Bye"

Scully shuts the door and turns around to see the naked blonde woman stood in front of him. She wraps her arms around him, kisses him passionately and puts her hand down his jogging bottoms, rubbing his manhood. She smiles at Scully and takes his hand to lead him upstairs. Scully slaps her ass as she runs upstairs laughing.


"So I had Simon come round and tell me what to do. He told me the kinda things I should say to my opponents. The opponents I face at Wargames. Now I am going to say it in this order, from most important to the least important of the team. Gator, Vinnie Lane, Mastermind, Michael McBride and Ezeikel Carter whatever his name is.
So far I am being relatively nice. Why do I need to continue being an absolute asshole?
You see i'm going to ignore Simon. I think i'm going to have a change of heart and support charities. I am going to become a role model to all the kids out there, but that doesn't mean i'm going to be a peodophile like Vinnie Lane, who likes young girls screaming after him.

Then again, being nice is boring. I like being an asshole. I enjoy being a prick. I am not a crybaby cunt like Vinnie Lane. Vinnie is what you call a diva. It's too bad there isn't a divas division here in the XWF because he would be the champion. Let's face it he is a very emotional guy, he cried when he watched the movie Ghost. He shed a mass of tears when he watched Pearl Harbour and well... Titanic.. Cry me a river. Very sensitive, Vinnie Lane. Women normally have a period once a month, every 4 weeks whatever. Vinnie, however seems to have a period all the time. 24/7. He must have a bathroom full of tampons.
I'm sure this is the year 2014, yet he still lives in the 80's. Now don't get me wrong, Vinnie, love a bit of rock music. In fact, 80's is my favourite era of music. But theres a time when you grow up and become a man. I mean it's okay dressing like that when your 16 and going through a phase. Or i'm sure it's okay if your actually a member of a glam band.. Like you claim to be. But you're in the wrestling business. You look like a fat, blonde bimbo, transvestite.

Gator, you claim that clip I showed everyone was me dressed up as you? Why would I want to dress like you? Let me guess because I have my own camera man like you, right? Get over it. I want to be you, just like King Louie wanted to be Mogli? No... Why would anyone want to be like you?
I'm not a chicken shit like you. I don't hide behind an outfit. Did Stevie Wonder choose that outfit for you?

Ezeikal.... You are living proof that a human can live without a brain!

Mick McBride ain't you really English? St. Patrick himself was apparently English, captured by Irish marauders and taken as a slave!

And Captain Mastermind you're the reason God created the middle finger. You are a loser. I am a god. Any questions? Your ridiculous little opinion will be noted."]]> <![CDATA[War Games Are Soon Upon Us]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16232 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 16:35:14 -0700 Mr. Oz]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16232
Tomorrow is the date...Tomorrow is where we learn our fate. Is it Team Azrael or Team Eli, that declares checkmate? Oh, it will be us. You'll be blue! What will happen, Azrael, when your team fails you? Because War is coming, oh it's very near. Do you think you can win by yourself, little deer? I believe you know, that I think you'll feel, you will taste defeat, in the rings surrounded by steel!

He began laughing again, then let out a heavy sigh

Jack, you went unnoticed for a reason. I care only a slight amount about you, because you're an opponent in this match, but truly, you're not on my radar. When I've lain waste to your teammates, is when I'll take notice. Is when you'll understand just how much care I have for you. You have shown me the same kind of caring. You dismiss me as much as I have dismissed you. Why do you think that is? Is it because we don't know one another in the ring yet, so we write off each other? Granted, my sights are mainly fixed on your Knight, and he will be broken before the match is done, but your other teammates have been more on my mind than you. Actually, Avery isn't even on the spectrum of my Care-o-meter. So, Jack, I've responded to you. Oh, I did not respond to one thing you revealed...You spoke on the epic tale of Beowulf. I have a simple rebuttal, that Grendel wishes he were me. How many of your team have truly shown up since I've been around? Avery was shown once, and the same with your Captain. Yourself, Kessler, and Knight are the only ones. However, unlike your captain, who showed his face once, declaring his superiority over us. Then poof! He disappeared! I can tell you what happened, if you're truly interested. It's a wonderful tale.

The camera zoomed out, and Ghost Tank held up a stack of beige papers, and he flipped the pages around, revealing the first page, which had a red stick figure on it and in black are the words "Blah blah blah blah blah."

First, Azrael made his statements. They sounded good, they were meant to give his team courage and encouraged them he did!

The paper was tossed away, and it revealed a bright green stick figure in front of the red one, and in black was a speech bubble pointing to the red figure and inside the bubble was "AAAAHHHH! IT'S GHOST TANK!"

Now, what happened next is I appeared. All I had to do, but...

Once the camera held on it for a moment he threw that paper away. The next was a pink saucer-like object with a square in the middle of the saucer, and in the middle of the square is a red head. Standing in front of the saucer was the bright green stick figure, and this time the speech bubble came from the green figure "I WILL DESTROY TEAM AZRAEL!"

I cut my first promo for our match. This made Azrael retreat into his little spaceship, seeking protection from me.

He then tossed that picture away after a moment. The next picture is actually a black paper, and white "stars" as children know them are placed all over the picture, surrounding the now bright pink saucer.

The man from the stars decided to retreat into them, because that is simply the only way he could escape a fate of being mangled by me, the New Breed of Beast, the New Kind of Monster.

The page was thrown away and the next paper was the normal color, with the bright green figure holding one arm up, and then with a black arrow pointing at the arm, and a line dashed to some words which said "Me, waving"

I couldn't believe how fast he flew away! The speed he used to flee from Earth, was faster than Kessler's chances of winning a match after every second he opens his mouth! And that's fucking fast! Holy cow I couldn't believe it!

The paper tossed away, leaving him empty-handed. He grinned to the camera as it zoomed in a bit closer to him

Team Azrael, your captain was here, then he left. Our captain was lost, but now he is found. I am the reason why you will lose. As I've said, Team Eli is the better team. It is a team built on Insanity, Trust, Truth, and the Horrific. You were never going to win at War Games. Your captain cannot fathom the Monster on Team Eli, and has left you. Kessler cannot shut up a single second about how he's the best, when I have proven I am his better. Knight thinks it smart to make me realize that the XWF has not seen my true potential, and that will leave him broken. Jack and Avery chase after dragons instead of actually paying attention to the thing that has been standing in front of them all along. That dragon was never the enemy, I was.

He laughed long, he laughed hard, but there was no fading to black. Ghost Tank chuckled as he calmed down, grinning wide

Do you know what happens when you ignore something you believe benign, but in actuality, it is malignant? It grows and grows and grows. You have been ignoring me for far too long. Chasing a dragon when you should have been watching over me. I have become the death of Team Azrael, and it happened under your very noses, IN FRONT OF YOUR VERY EYES! Team Eli has become too powerful, and we are going strong! This team is the epitome of my very name!

Ghost Tank's voice began rising, shrieking

WE! ARE! QUICK! WE! ARE! STRONG! WE WILL BE THE DESTRUCTION OF TEAM AZRAEL!

Ghost Tank began to claw at his own torso, his own arms wildly as he continued the shrieking words

THE SCREAMS OF TEAM AZRAEL ARE ALREADY A PART OF ME! THEY TEAR AT MY VERY BEING! THEY ARE LOUDER THAN ANY SCREAMS BEFORE THEM!

Soon he'd stop clawing at himself, revealing many cuts from his nails, causing many wounds to begin bleeding, from face to his abdomen. His body slumped forward in his seat, head hanging low. His body began to shake, then very lowly, what would sound like sobbing. Then it grew higher, the sound becoming a somehow creepier version of his signature laugh, deeper, more... disturbing. His head seeming to snap to the left while he grinned wide enough that it would seem his lips could touch his ears if grinned any wider, those disgusting looking black teeth being displayed prominently. His head snapped back to normal position, the grin lowering as Ghost Tank spoke normally once again

The screams are so delightful...They're so beautiful! It is like listening to Beethoven's 5th for the first time! Can you hear them this time, Kessler? I hope you learned how from our debut match. Because then you can teach your teammates how to listen for the screams too. Once you teach them, Kessler, I want you to reveal that the screams they hear are of their pain, their torment, their cries of futility. Cries you were too stupid to understand during our first meeting!

Team Eli will be taught how to hear the screams too, so they can enjoy the sonata I create from breaking every single one of you on Team Azrael. Sleep tight, Team Azrael. Sleep well. Pay no attention to the whispers you hear in the dark, pay no attention to the footfalls you hear behind you as you walk alone at night. Why?

The camera zoomed in close to the neon green left eye as it looked around wildly, as if it was watching over his opponents wherever they may be

Because this time, it isn't me...I will be waiting for you all in the cage, and you all will experience the same feeling Azrael felt before he left...The feeling that you are banal. That you are nothing compared to me. At War Games, Eli will free the monster of his bonds, but where his team will know a great ally...Azrael's team will see their greatest fears made flesh, will see the Beast be unleashed...

He then spoke slowly and in a whisper, as if one was speaking to their lover

They... will... know... pain...

The neon green eye then stopped moving, and slowly came to stare straight ahead as his deeper, somehow creepier laugh played while the screen faded to black, and those neon green words once more flashed on the screen.

Can You HearThe Screams?]]>
Tomorrow is the date...Tomorrow is where we learn our fate. Is it Team Azrael or Team Eli, that declares checkmate? Oh, it will be us. You'll be blue! What will happen, Azrael, when your team fails you? Because War is coming, oh it's very near. Do you think you can win by yourself, little deer? I believe you know, that I think you'll feel, you will taste defeat, in the rings surrounded by steel!

He began laughing again, then let out a heavy sigh

Jack, you went unnoticed for a reason. I care only a slight amount about you, because you're an opponent in this match, but truly, you're not on my radar. When I've lain waste to your teammates, is when I'll take notice. Is when you'll understand just how much care I have for you. You have shown me the same kind of caring. You dismiss me as much as I have dismissed you. Why do you think that is? Is it because we don't know one another in the ring yet, so we write off each other? Granted, my sights are mainly fixed on your Knight, and he will be broken before the match is done, but your other teammates have been more on my mind than you. Actually, Avery isn't even on the spectrum of my Care-o-meter. So, Jack, I've responded to you. Oh, I did not respond to one thing you revealed...You spoke on the epic tale of Beowulf. I have a simple rebuttal, that Grendel wishes he were me. How many of your team have truly shown up since I've been around? Avery was shown once, and the same with your Captain. Yourself, Kessler, and Knight are the only ones. However, unlike your captain, who showed his face once, declaring his superiority over us. Then poof! He disappeared! I can tell you what happened, if you're truly interested. It's a wonderful tale.

The camera zoomed out, and Ghost Tank held up a stack of beige papers, and he flipped the pages around, revealing the first page, which had a red stick figure on it and in black are the words "Blah blah blah blah blah."

First, Azrael made his statements. They sounded good, they were meant to give his team courage and encouraged them he did!

The paper was tossed away, and it revealed a bright green stick figure in front of the red one, and in black was a speech bubble pointing to the red figure and inside the bubble was "AAAAHHHH! IT'S GHOST TANK!"

Now, what happened next is I appeared. All I had to do, but...

Once the camera held on it for a moment he threw that paper away. The next was a pink saucer-like object with a square in the middle of the saucer, and in the middle of the square is a red head. Standing in front of the saucer was the bright green stick figure, and this time the speech bubble came from the green figure "I WILL DESTROY TEAM AZRAEL!"

I cut my first promo for our match. This made Azrael retreat into his little spaceship, seeking protection from me.

He then tossed that picture away after a moment. The next picture is actually a black paper, and white "stars" as children know them are placed all over the picture, surrounding the now bright pink saucer.

The man from the stars decided to retreat into them, because that is simply the only way he could escape a fate of being mangled by me, the New Breed of Beast, the New Kind of Monster.

The page was thrown away and the next paper was the normal color, with the bright green figure holding one arm up, and then with a black arrow pointing at the arm, and a line dashed to some words which said "Me, waving"

I couldn't believe how fast he flew away! The speed he used to flee from Earth, was faster than Kessler's chances of winning a match after every second he opens his mouth! And that's fucking fast! Holy cow I couldn't believe it!

The paper tossed away, leaving him empty-handed. He grinned to the camera as it zoomed in a bit closer to him

Team Azrael, your captain was here, then he left. Our captain was lost, but now he is found. I am the reason why you will lose. As I've said, Team Eli is the better team. It is a team built on Insanity, Trust, Truth, and the Horrific. You were never going to win at War Games. Your captain cannot fathom the Monster on Team Eli, and has left you. Kessler cannot shut up a single second about how he's the best, when I have proven I am his better. Knight thinks it smart to make me realize that the XWF has not seen my true potential, and that will leave him broken. Jack and Avery chase after dragons instead of actually paying attention to the thing that has been standing in front of them all along. That dragon was never the enemy, I was.

He laughed long, he laughed hard, but there was no fading to black. Ghost Tank chuckled as he calmed down, grinning wide

Do you know what happens when you ignore something you believe benign, but in actuality, it is malignant? It grows and grows and grows. You have been ignoring me for far too long. Chasing a dragon when you should have been watching over me. I have become the death of Team Azrael, and it happened under your very noses, IN FRONT OF YOUR VERY EYES! Team Eli has become too powerful, and we are going strong! This team is the epitome of my very name!

Ghost Tank's voice began rising, shrieking

WE! ARE! QUICK! WE! ARE! STRONG! WE WILL BE THE DESTRUCTION OF TEAM AZRAEL!

Ghost Tank began to claw at his own torso, his own arms wildly as he continued the shrieking words

THE SCREAMS OF TEAM AZRAEL ARE ALREADY A PART OF ME! THEY TEAR AT MY VERY BEING! THEY ARE LOUDER THAN ANY SCREAMS BEFORE THEM!

Soon he'd stop clawing at himself, revealing many cuts from his nails, causing many wounds to begin bleeding, from face to his abdomen. His body slumped forward in his seat, head hanging low. His body began to shake, then very lowly, what would sound like sobbing. Then it grew higher, the sound becoming a somehow creepier version of his signature laugh, deeper, more... disturbing. His head seeming to snap to the left while he grinned wide enough that it would seem his lips could touch his ears if grinned any wider, those disgusting looking black teeth being displayed prominently. His head snapped back to normal position, the grin lowering as Ghost Tank spoke normally once again

The screams are so delightful...They're so beautiful! It is like listening to Beethoven's 5th for the first time! Can you hear them this time, Kessler? I hope you learned how from our debut match. Because then you can teach your teammates how to listen for the screams too. Once you teach them, Kessler, I want you to reveal that the screams they hear are of their pain, their torment, their cries of futility. Cries you were too stupid to understand during our first meeting!

Team Eli will be taught how to hear the screams too, so they can enjoy the sonata I create from breaking every single one of you on Team Azrael. Sleep tight, Team Azrael. Sleep well. Pay no attention to the whispers you hear in the dark, pay no attention to the footfalls you hear behind you as you walk alone at night. Why?

The camera zoomed in close to the neon green left eye as it looked around wildly, as if it was watching over his opponents wherever they may be

Because this time, it isn't me...I will be waiting for you all in the cage, and you all will experience the same feeling Azrael felt before he left...The feeling that you are banal. That you are nothing compared to me. At War Games, Eli will free the monster of his bonds, but where his team will know a great ally...Azrael's team will see their greatest fears made flesh, will see the Beast be unleashed...

He then spoke slowly and in a whisper, as if one was speaking to their lover

They... will... know... pain...

The neon green eye then stopped moving, and slowly came to stare straight ahead as his deeper, somehow creepier laugh played while the screen faded to black, and those neon green words once more flashed on the screen.

Can You HearThe Screams?]]> <![CDATA[RAW OT EMOCLEW]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16228 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 16:16:46 -0700 Great Buzzard Eli James IV]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16228

"I told them if they would just humble themselves and turn to me, I would return back to them. They left me and never returned. I let them be as they were and allowed them to choose, and so they did. Parents would no longer teach the ways of truth nor speak of the great works I had done to their children, and so all my love had been lost in the midst of ignorance. Few would walk out into the field and sit under the stars and wonder. I removed their wonder and placed it with the hard minds their parents had taken up. The taste of a sweet flavor will now kill the taste buds, and they will have no answers because they were not taught who I am. I will not turn my ear when they cry. I will not speak when they ask questions. I will not show compassion when they are in need.


.... I Regret I Ever Created Them.....



......I Regret I Ever Rescued Them From The Fire......



.......I Regret I Ever Uttered A Word To Them......



.....But I Will Show Myself To Them Again....




.....And When I Do, They Will Fear My Name.....


It was while they were in chains I set them free and spoke up for them. They asked for anything to eat so they can live on, and I gave them not just anything but food they enjoyed. They sought me for comfort while they were in pain, and I covered them in the wings of gold and silver. They were my people and I was there Creator. They offered sacrifice and praise to my ears, and in return I showered them with truth and met all their needs. They smiled and I was pleased. When they mourned, I too mourned. We shared in life and they understood why I punished the wicked.


I defined wicked. I defined good. It was the judgment they had predefined before they ever let a breath leave their body. I cared for the young and looked after the old. I let them increase in numbers and gain life. I was the safe haven. I was their treasure. Songs were written about my name and the great works I had done. Ceremonies and celebrations were done just to say thank you. Life got old and they wanted more. Their eyes looked at what was beyond the fence of protection and lusted for it.


"What is that out there? I want that!" they yelled.


"It is the way of the wicked. They appear fulfilled, but will crumble when I call them away from this world. Do not covet. I am all you'll ever need."


It wasn't enough. They slowly started to drift away. Physically, they remained in my city but in the heart they had taken another oath. The body was mine but their hearts were far away. They had dreams about leaving and going to the place of the wicked. I ignored it and continued to supply everything. Then, one day it happened.


They shouted up to the heavens, "Let Us GO! We want what they have! We are tired of living here! Give us what they have or let us roam free from this land you've brought us to so we can take it ourselves!"


Day and night... Minute by Minute... at the top of every hour.... that is what they all wanted. They screamed it as loud as their volume could take, and when the heads would lay to rest... they whispered it. I continued to love them. I continued to shine them with the sun and watch over them. I would not give them what they were asking, for they did not know what it really would do.


"Let us leave. It is time!" one man said to the rest.


One by one they gathered their possessions. I watched from afar with a tear filling my eye. I loved them deeply and never withheld my hand from their lives, but they have chosen in their heart. I will not strike them down.... yet. They will have their fun and make wild claims they have defeated me. They will have spring in their step and laughter in their belly. This will take place for years to come. My name they will no longer remember. The works I did will no longer be a thought. They will disappear from my eyes and they will teach their children the wrong way.


...They Will Be At War With Me...


...It Was By Their Actions This Would Take Place...


...The Sun Will Not Bring Warmth To Their Face, But Burn Their Flesh...


...The Cold Will Not Only Kill Crops, But Strike The Heart...


...They Have Rejected My Words, Therefore I Have Rejected Them...


...They No Longer Want My Ways, So I Will Let Them Have Their Own...


I saw the last one leave my presence. I remember it well, that is when I had to send him...


He would be the last voice that uttered truth. He would live among the light and the dark. They would spread mercy with his left hand while holding a sword in his right.


Back in his barn.... rocking in his chair.... candles burning all around... is Eli James. The messenger of truth and spokesman of the Almighty. The eerie smile that never leaves his face casts a strange shadow. The casual dress he's been known to wear offers a sense of crazy. He remains the same. Rocking. Laughing.


"Behind every mystery lies a message we often overlook. Look at the simple word Raw. Sometimes we enjoy things left in the state of raw, and others we wait for them to be raw no more. And yet you simply reverse the letters, and we get War. Some want peace. Others want war. Another division that conquers mankind. There must be a concept of truth in there, right? I mean, is war that bad? Can we have peace? Does war bring solutions or does it create chaos? Some answers were never meant to be discovered.


Here we are in the same place I've been preaching at... the XWF... and it is yet another war that sparks the interest of hearts. It wasn't enough to glamor in the mindset of World War X... they needed more blood on their hands.


The showers you'll take will no longer be done with water, but it will shoot out blood. It will be blood of the innocent and the violent alike. You will immerse yourselves in the very thing you crave. You will be haunted by dreams that will one day come true. You will display a smile of gold while your neighbor is waiting to take the ax to your mouth so his hands will have gold. Your children will turn on you. You will raise them well, but the shadow will creep in and you'll never recognize them again. The names of the unknown will drag you into a deep tunnel that has no escape.


You will look up at night and search for stars, but they will all be burned up. You will try to mourn for the loss of those close to you, but will not be able to. You will laugh when you want to cry. You will cry when you want to laugh. You will be so confused and ask to meet death. Death will be far from you. You will sit and rot in the confusion you've made for yourself. It will be an endless maze you never leave. It will be your fate.


War will be what you want, and it will be what you receive.


You'll want more time, but time will cease.


You'll ask to love, but hate will be the only thing left.


You'll band together and work as a force, but turn on each other the moment a blink is made.


You think War Games in just a short amount of time is about a XWF pay per view event? Heh. You think that every match in a steel cage where teams fight each other is just another night to claim victory or defeat? Nah, man. Heh. You lack the insight to truth. You wish you had an idea of what was coming...


Place your bets and make your peace.


Kiss your loved ones one last time...


Share your heart so all can hear.. for the clock ticks.


What happens, Eli... What happens when it stops? I don't need to tell ya. I already have.


Those who oppose me in this match...


JACK.


Steven Kessler.


Aeriel Knight.


Avery Martin Alden.


Azrael Erebus.


You should flee. Your words have carried no weight, and therefore will perish before they ever reach meaning.


Jack.. you should always write your words before you utter them from your mouth. You said, "What kind of God would let their children die before they even know what lies in wait for them? ..... If either of them are the real Gods in this world, I ask you why do they let their creations pass on before they can form a decision about the world around them?...... Because life is but a joke to them? ..... Because they are angry with what they've created and want to start over? ...... Or is it because all of you are deranged enough to start believing or acting like things that don't exist? ........ If there is a God, then we are the children that he forgot."


The one thing you said was God. Ya talk like there is a pre-thought there is a God by the first few words ya said... then ya talk like you don't believe in any god, since ya said "if there is..." If there isn't, then why even care what he thinks.. why he creates.. or why he destroys? If there is, then you get to wonder who is the truth teller. You should really pick if ya believe or don't believe, man. Then the rest of your speech might make sense. Perhaps you should stop worrying about the war governments play, because eventually everything will fall. That is the war you all will lose.


Then ya have a boy by the name of Steven Kessler. Ya called me a "basement-dwelling leader." I've never dwelt in a basement, so I'm not sure who exactly you're talkin' to or about. I know... ya had to speak my name in somewhere when you spoke up for your team.. I get it. My name had to make its way across your mouth, and it did.. except you were thinkin' about someone else who dwells in basements. Is that who you are, man? Another Steve who lives in the basement of his folks home.. tryin' to make a name for himself and he just got so caught up in his speech ... he tried to talk about me when he was talkin' about himself, minus the leader part?


The great mind thinker Aeriel Knight. His outlook at war is precious. "War Games is a great place to watch animals brutally slaughter each other, as I am told. And since we are technically animals from our lineage," is such a beautiful phrase. We are technically animals from our lineage. Another mind who probably doesn't think we were created, but evolved. Maybe next time ya try to utter some truth, eat a banana instead. Why stop there, though? Eat a deer, and be called a person who practices cannibalism since you are technically eating another human who hasn't been developed. Stick to talkin' about what ya know and not what ya think ya know.



Avery Martin Alden. Just a confused individual that I can help, but he would be like most I sense.


And now to the leader, Azrael. You're right. You were apart of the team that defeated my team at World War X. And yet, here I still stand. Maybe not as owner, but still speaking truth. Our roads have crossed many times and I tend to think it's all for purpose. I fear you miss the purpose and will go on in your life... living in your own world and trapped in a simple mind. Rise up, Azrael. We both know we are different from everyone else. While you speak to me like a weak one... don't tempt me to let Elisha back into your world. We both recall what happened, since you like talking about losses like they mean something.


I lost at World War X and it did nothing to my spirit or my purpose. It only fueled the message.. and it will never go away.


You all know noting of war. You know of the predefined term and what you've all been led to see as war... like a child looking up to a hero in a mask.. thinking it's how all heroes look. We know they come in divine nobodies the act out to become a somebody.


Your term.. your thought... about war.. is shallow and will be met with truth. It's not about wins or losses.... it's about sending a message.. and that message is the same I've been preaching since day one. It's TRUTH!

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"I told them if they would just humble themselves and turn to me, I would return back to them. They left me and never returned. I let them be as they were and allowed them to choose, and so they did. Parents would no longer teach the ways of truth nor speak of the great works I had done to their children, and so all my love had been lost in the midst of ignorance. Few would walk out into the field and sit under the stars and wonder. I removed their wonder and placed it with the hard minds their parents had taken up. The taste of a sweet flavor will now kill the taste buds, and they will have no answers because they were not taught who I am. I will not turn my ear when they cry. I will not speak when they ask questions. I will not show compassion when they are in need.


.... I Regret I Ever Created Them.....



......I Regret I Ever Rescued Them From The Fire......



.......I Regret I Ever Uttered A Word To Them......



.....But I Will Show Myself To Them Again....




.....And When I Do, They Will Fear My Name.....


It was while they were in chains I set them free and spoke up for them. They asked for anything to eat so they can live on, and I gave them not just anything but food they enjoyed. They sought me for comfort while they were in pain, and I covered them in the wings of gold and silver. They were my people and I was there Creator. They offered sacrifice and praise to my ears, and in return I showered them with truth and met all their needs. They smiled and I was pleased. When they mourned, I too mourned. We shared in life and they understood why I punished the wicked.


I defined wicked. I defined good. It was the judgment they had predefined before they ever let a breath leave their body. I cared for the young and looked after the old. I let them increase in numbers and gain life. I was the safe haven. I was their treasure. Songs were written about my name and the great works I had done. Ceremonies and celebrations were done just to say thank you. Life got old and they wanted more. Their eyes looked at what was beyond the fence of protection and lusted for it.


"What is that out there? I want that!" they yelled.


"It is the way of the wicked. They appear fulfilled, but will crumble when I call them away from this world. Do not covet. I am all you'll ever need."


It wasn't enough. They slowly started to drift away. Physically, they remained in my city but in the heart they had taken another oath. The body was mine but their hearts were far away. They had dreams about leaving and going to the place of the wicked. I ignored it and continued to supply everything. Then, one day it happened.


They shouted up to the heavens, "Let Us GO! We want what they have! We are tired of living here! Give us what they have or let us roam free from this land you've brought us to so we can take it ourselves!"


Day and night... Minute by Minute... at the top of every hour.... that is what they all wanted. They screamed it as loud as their volume could take, and when the heads would lay to rest... they whispered it. I continued to love them. I continued to shine them with the sun and watch over them. I would not give them what they were asking, for they did not know what it really would do.


"Let us leave. It is time!" one man said to the rest.


One by one they gathered their possessions. I watched from afar with a tear filling my eye. I loved them deeply and never withheld my hand from their lives, but they have chosen in their heart. I will not strike them down.... yet. They will have their fun and make wild claims they have defeated me. They will have spring in their step and laughter in their belly. This will take place for years to come. My name they will no longer remember. The works I did will no longer be a thought. They will disappear from my eyes and they will teach their children the wrong way.


...They Will Be At War With Me...


...It Was By Their Actions This Would Take Place...


...The Sun Will Not Bring Warmth To Their Face, But Burn Their Flesh...


...The Cold Will Not Only Kill Crops, But Strike The Heart...


...They Have Rejected My Words, Therefore I Have Rejected Them...


...They No Longer Want My Ways, So I Will Let Them Have Their Own...


I saw the last one leave my presence. I remember it well, that is when I had to send him...


He would be the last voice that uttered truth. He would live among the light and the dark. They would spread mercy with his left hand while holding a sword in his right.


Back in his barn.... rocking in his chair.... candles burning all around... is Eli James. The messenger of truth and spokesman of the Almighty. The eerie smile that never leaves his face casts a strange shadow. The casual dress he's been known to wear offers a sense of crazy. He remains the same. Rocking. Laughing.


"Behind every mystery lies a message we often overlook. Look at the simple word Raw. Sometimes we enjoy things left in the state of raw, and others we wait for them to be raw no more. And yet you simply reverse the letters, and we get War. Some want peace. Others want war. Another division that conquers mankind. There must be a concept of truth in there, right? I mean, is war that bad? Can we have peace? Does war bring solutions or does it create chaos? Some answers were never meant to be discovered.


Here we are in the same place I've been preaching at... the XWF... and it is yet another war that sparks the interest of hearts. It wasn't enough to glamor in the mindset of World War X... they needed more blood on their hands.


The showers you'll take will no longer be done with water, but it will shoot out blood. It will be blood of the innocent and the violent alike. You will immerse yourselves in the very thing you crave. You will be haunted by dreams that will one day come true. You will display a smile of gold while your neighbor is waiting to take the ax to your mouth so his hands will have gold. Your children will turn on you. You will raise them well, but the shadow will creep in and you'll never recognize them again. The names of the unknown will drag you into a deep tunnel that has no escape.


You will look up at night and search for stars, but they will all be burned up. You will try to mourn for the loss of those close to you, but will not be able to. You will laugh when you want to cry. You will cry when you want to laugh. You will be so confused and ask to meet death. Death will be far from you. You will sit and rot in the confusion you've made for yourself. It will be an endless maze you never leave. It will be your fate.


War will be what you want, and it will be what you receive.


You'll want more time, but time will cease.


You'll ask to love, but hate will be the only thing left.


You'll band together and work as a force, but turn on each other the moment a blink is made.


You think War Games in just a short amount of time is about a XWF pay per view event? Heh. You think that every match in a steel cage where teams fight each other is just another night to claim victory or defeat? Nah, man. Heh. You lack the insight to truth. You wish you had an idea of what was coming...


Place your bets and make your peace.


Kiss your loved ones one last time...


Share your heart so all can hear.. for the clock ticks.


What happens, Eli... What happens when it stops? I don't need to tell ya. I already have.


Those who oppose me in this match...


JACK.


Steven Kessler.


Aeriel Knight.


Avery Martin Alden.


Azrael Erebus.


You should flee. Your words have carried no weight, and therefore will perish before they ever reach meaning.


Jack.. you should always write your words before you utter them from your mouth. You said, "What kind of God would let their children die before they even know what lies in wait for them? ..... If either of them are the real Gods in this world, I ask you why do they let their creations pass on before they can form a decision about the world around them?...... Because life is but a joke to them? ..... Because they are angry with what they've created and want to start over? ...... Or is it because all of you are deranged enough to start believing or acting like things that don't exist? ........ If there is a God, then we are the children that he forgot."


The one thing you said was God. Ya talk like there is a pre-thought there is a God by the first few words ya said... then ya talk like you don't believe in any god, since ya said "if there is..." If there isn't, then why even care what he thinks.. why he creates.. or why he destroys? If there is, then you get to wonder who is the truth teller. You should really pick if ya believe or don't believe, man. Then the rest of your speech might make sense. Perhaps you should stop worrying about the war governments play, because eventually everything will fall. That is the war you all will lose.


Then ya have a boy by the name of Steven Kessler. Ya called me a "basement-dwelling leader." I've never dwelt in a basement, so I'm not sure who exactly you're talkin' to or about. I know... ya had to speak my name in somewhere when you spoke up for your team.. I get it. My name had to make its way across your mouth, and it did.. except you were thinkin' about someone else who dwells in basements. Is that who you are, man? Another Steve who lives in the basement of his folks home.. tryin' to make a name for himself and he just got so caught up in his speech ... he tried to talk about me when he was talkin' about himself, minus the leader part?


The great mind thinker Aeriel Knight. His outlook at war is precious. "War Games is a great place to watch animals brutally slaughter each other, as I am told. And since we are technically animals from our lineage," is such a beautiful phrase. We are technically animals from our lineage. Another mind who probably doesn't think we were created, but evolved. Maybe next time ya try to utter some truth, eat a banana instead. Why stop there, though? Eat a deer, and be called a person who practices cannibalism since you are technically eating another human who hasn't been developed. Stick to talkin' about what ya know and not what ya think ya know.



Avery Martin Alden. Just a confused individual that I can help, but he would be like most I sense.


And now to the leader, Azrael. You're right. You were apart of the team that defeated my team at World War X. And yet, here I still stand. Maybe not as owner, but still speaking truth. Our roads have crossed many times and I tend to think it's all for purpose. I fear you miss the purpose and will go on in your life... living in your own world and trapped in a simple mind. Rise up, Azrael. We both know we are different from everyone else. While you speak to me like a weak one... don't tempt me to let Elisha back into your world. We both recall what happened, since you like talking about losses like they mean something.


I lost at World War X and it did nothing to my spirit or my purpose. It only fueled the message.. and it will never go away.


You all know noting of war. You know of the predefined term and what you've all been led to see as war... like a child looking up to a hero in a mask.. thinking it's how all heroes look. We know they come in divine nobodies the act out to become a somebody.


Your term.. your thought... about war.. is shallow and will be met with truth. It's not about wins or losses.... it's about sending a message.. and that message is the same I've been preaching since day one. It's TRUTH!

]]> <![CDATA[A New Challenger Approaches!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16227 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 15:05:46 -0700 Game Girl]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16227 ::OOC - This RP can be used to help any team that needs it, whether it be to fill in for a no show, special guest referee or manager::

- SPECIAL STAGE -

My oh my, it has been quite some time since we have seen our hero. He's been relaxing back in Narfinex for the past week or so after his semi victory at the Warfare battle royale. We see Game Boy in a place unfamiliar to him, a large field of scorched earth and long trenches dug into the soil. Barb wire coiling round makeshift fences as guns fire and large planes drop metal casing filled with explosive and hazardous materials to cause more harm to this once peaceful land and the people that fight to control it. Game Boy materializes in one of these trenches as the soldiers dressed in rush and yell.

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"Oh cool a bonus stage!"

One of the soldiers falls at Game Boy's cool sneakers, blood pouring from his neck as he gargles, a cold stare locked at Game Boy's huge worried eyes. GB gets to his knees to comfort the soldier in his last moments.

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"WOAH! You alright buddy?"

Maybe our hero is not the best at comforting fallen soldiers. The fallen man spits and coughs blood as he tries to speak, his hands trembling as he reaches into his pocket to pull a blood stained note to hand to Game Boy. His smalls pupils shake taking the letter, trying to hold back tears as, for the very first time, Game Boy witnesses a man die. The soldier smiles, bloods seeping through his lips as his eyes roll back and his body stops twitching. Game Boy back away from the body, his jaw hung unable to take in what he just saw. He wipes his eyes dry with his coat sleeve and open the piece of paper, his mouth motions the words as he reads.

To the man or woman that reads this letter,

If you are reading this, then I have died. Preferably a brave death in battle and not an end from infection or starvation. Preferably a death from a bullet protecting my friends and my land, not one from the horrible living I have grown a comfort to. With this, a shaky hand and a fountain pen borrowed from Private Bennings, I write my final words.

My name is Steven Hastings, a private in the Her Royal Majesty's army. At the time I am writing this letter, January the eighth, 1943 I am 23 years old. A poor man from a poor family in Southport, son of a hard working mother and an absent drunk father. I had no future ahead of me, but I am glad to serve my country and fight Hitler and his army for the chance to secure Britian's future.

To whomever reads this, please give this note to my wife Magaret. I have missed her during my time here, and I want her to know I was brave and did my job. I'm sorry for everything Magaret, I will always love you. Your loving husband, Steven.

P.S ~ Bennings, I'm keeping the pen.


Game Boy makes a dry, short laugh at the last sentence before he gulps and folds the letter into his pocket. He kneels down to Steven and closes his eyes as the battle continues outside of the trench. GB stands to his feet and looks around, his wet eyes looking at the carnage in front of him. He knows he cannot save them all.

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"I'm sorry Private Hastings, I'll give the note to your wife, I promise."

Hastings' fellow soldiers rush to his aid, pushing Game Boy away, one of them looks to GB in anger and sadness after looking at the corpse of his comrade. He grabs GB by the lapels and pushing his against the dirt wall.

"Did you do this!? What are you! You freak!?"

Game Boy stays in shocked silence, the soldier throws him against the wall of the trench again.

"Tell me!"

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"I don't know okay! I don't know what I am or what I'm doing here! I just got here and I saw Steven get shot and he was bleeding and . and . I'm sorry . "

Game Boy's voice cracks and the soldier lets him go, the other soldier checking Hasting's body shakes his head and turns to the two.

"Poor kid. He didn't deserve this. Leave him alone Bennings, he doesn't look like a gook, not with those eyes, and he speaks English too well to be a Kraut."

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"B-Bennings?"

"Yeah."

Game Boy's eyes go down and he shies away, pulling the note from his pocket and handing it out to Bennings. The private looks at GB and the note, snatching it away and reading it. Our hero looks to the other soldier who stands with his arms folded.

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"My name is Game Boy. I'm sorry about your friend."

"Game Boy? Ha, you're in the wrong place son. I'm Miller, you already had the pleasure of meeting Bennings and Hastings."

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"If you don't mind me asking, what's going on here?"

"You don't know?"

Miller seems dumbstruck as GB shakes his head slowly from side to side.

"Seriously? You get drafted yesterday boy? This is a war. Allied forces against the Germans. Fighting for a better tomorrow and to stop the reign of the evil dictator Adolf Hitler."

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"Evil? Like worse than Dr. Wily?"

"I don't know who that is but I'll take a stab in the dark and say Hitler is worse."

Bennings laughs at but it dies quickly as he chokes on tears. He looks to GB and Miller.

"Hastings that son of a bitch. I've been looking for that pen for weeks. Haha, asshole."

Bennings shakes his head looking at the body of Steven, he bites his lip as a tear rolls down his face, silently handing the note back to Game Boy who gingerly takes it.

"You found the note, you should be the one to deliver the bad news."

Game Boy looks up with his eyes shifting quickly as Bennings removes the rifle from his back and runs to his fellow soldiers to fire upon the enemy. Miller, who has been quietly rolling a cigarette, stick it in his mouth and lights it, blowing smoke which is taken with the wind.

"Well then Mr. Boy, it appears you have a job to do. Best of luck to you."

Miller salutes Game Boy who hestitates and salutes back. Miller strolls back to his men as Game Boy grips the note tightly, he whispers to himself.

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"Up up down down left right left right ay bee . Fast travel . Gretchin's shack."

Game Boy's body blows up into pixels and flies through the air. We go to Gretchin's shack, who is at her cauldron as usual swirling the long wooden rod in the contents. Pixels fly through the roof of the shack and they construct Game Boy from his feet up. Gretchin seems unimpressed glaring at GB who stands with tears in the corners of his eyes.

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"Game Boy how many times have I told you not to use cheat codes! It's unethical."

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"Why?"

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"Why what?"

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"Why did you send me to that Nirva forsaken place?"

Gretchin drops the rod and lets it lean against the side of the cauldron, she sighs.

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"I'm sorry you had to see all that. But you are needed for in XWF War Games. I felt this was the best way to prepare you."

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"War Games!? I've seen war it's not a game! No, I'm not going to that place again."

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"That is Earth Game Boy, I'm sorry you had to see that but you will see worse."

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"I will? I'm not sure if I have the stomach for this Gretchin. Maybe Urf and XWF doesn't need me."

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"They most certainly need you. The cries of help from some of the toughest humans in the XWF have been unheard, you need to help them."

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"Why?"

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"Because that is what heroes do."

Game Boy smiles slightly.

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"Okay, okay . I'll help, if that is what heroes do, I'll help in anyway I can. But I need to make one stop first."

Gretchin nods and the footage fades to black.


We come back from black slowly to Game Boy walking down a small cobblestone road approaching a small house connected to many others, he walks to black door and knocks. After a few seconds a young, beautiful woman opens the door to see little GB clutching a note.

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" . Hello Mrs. Hastings . "

SPECIAL STAGE COMPLETE!

GAME SAVED.

WORLD 2 COMING SOON! ... MAYBE.
]]> ::OOC - This RP can be used to help any team that needs it, whether it be to fill in for a no show, special guest referee or manager::

- SPECIAL STAGE -

My oh my, it has been quite some time since we have seen our hero. He's been relaxing back in Narfinex for the past week or so after his semi victory at the Warfare battle royale. We see Game Boy in a place unfamiliar to him, a large field of scorched earth and long trenches dug into the soil. Barb wire coiling round makeshift fences as guns fire and large planes drop metal casing filled with explosive and hazardous materials to cause more harm to this once peaceful land and the people that fight to control it. Game Boy materializes in one of these trenches as the soldiers dressed in rush and yell.

[Image: jOw0Xsd.png]
"Oh cool a bonus stage!"

One of the soldiers falls at Game Boy's cool sneakers, blood pouring from his neck as he gargles, a cold stare locked at Game Boy's huge worried eyes. GB gets to his knees to comfort the soldier in his last moments.

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"WOAH! You alright buddy?"

Maybe our hero is not the best at comforting fallen soldiers. The fallen man spits and coughs blood as he tries to speak, his hands trembling as he reaches into his pocket to pull a blood stained note to hand to Game Boy. His smalls pupils shake taking the letter, trying to hold back tears as, for the very first time, Game Boy witnesses a man die. The soldier smiles, bloods seeping through his lips as his eyes roll back and his body stops twitching. Game Boy back away from the body, his jaw hung unable to take in what he just saw. He wipes his eyes dry with his coat sleeve and open the piece of paper, his mouth motions the words as he reads.

To the man or woman that reads this letter,

If you are reading this, then I have died. Preferably a brave death in battle and not an end from infection or starvation. Preferably a death from a bullet protecting my friends and my land, not one from the horrible living I have grown a comfort to. With this, a shaky hand and a fountain pen borrowed from Private Bennings, I write my final words.

My name is Steven Hastings, a private in the Her Royal Majesty's army. At the time I am writing this letter, January the eighth, 1943 I am 23 years old. A poor man from a poor family in Southport, son of a hard working mother and an absent drunk father. I had no future ahead of me, but I am glad to serve my country and fight Hitler and his army for the chance to secure Britian's future.

To whomever reads this, please give this note to my wife Magaret. I have missed her during my time here, and I want her to know I was brave and did my job. I'm sorry for everything Magaret, I will always love you. Your loving husband, Steven.

P.S ~ Bennings, I'm keeping the pen.


Game Boy makes a dry, short laugh at the last sentence before he gulps and folds the letter into his pocket. He kneels down to Steven and closes his eyes as the battle continues outside of the trench. GB stands to his feet and looks around, his wet eyes looking at the carnage in front of him. He knows he cannot save them all.

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"I'm sorry Private Hastings, I'll give the note to your wife, I promise."

Hastings' fellow soldiers rush to his aid, pushing Game Boy away, one of them looks to GB in anger and sadness after looking at the corpse of his comrade. He grabs GB by the lapels and pushing his against the dirt wall.

"Did you do this!? What are you! You freak!?"

Game Boy stays in shocked silence, the soldier throws him against the wall of the trench again.

"Tell me!"

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"I don't know okay! I don't know what I am or what I'm doing here! I just got here and I saw Steven get shot and he was bleeding and . and . I'm sorry . "

Game Boy's voice cracks and the soldier lets him go, the other soldier checking Hasting's body shakes his head and turns to the two.

"Poor kid. He didn't deserve this. Leave him alone Bennings, he doesn't look like a gook, not with those eyes, and he speaks English too well to be a Kraut."

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"B-Bennings?"

"Yeah."

Game Boy's eyes go down and he shies away, pulling the note from his pocket and handing it out to Bennings. The private looks at GB and the note, snatching it away and reading it. Our hero looks to the other soldier who stands with his arms folded.

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"My name is Game Boy. I'm sorry about your friend."

"Game Boy? Ha, you're in the wrong place son. I'm Miller, you already had the pleasure of meeting Bennings and Hastings."

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"If you don't mind me asking, what's going on here?"

"You don't know?"

Miller seems dumbstruck as GB shakes his head slowly from side to side.

"Seriously? You get drafted yesterday boy? This is a war. Allied forces against the Germans. Fighting for a better tomorrow and to stop the reign of the evil dictator Adolf Hitler."

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"Evil? Like worse than Dr. Wily?"

"I don't know who that is but I'll take a stab in the dark and say Hitler is worse."

Bennings laughs at but it dies quickly as he chokes on tears. He looks to GB and Miller.

"Hastings that son of a bitch. I've been looking for that pen for weeks. Haha, asshole."

Bennings shakes his head looking at the body of Steven, he bites his lip as a tear rolls down his face, silently handing the note back to Game Boy who gingerly takes it.

"You found the note, you should be the one to deliver the bad news."

Game Boy looks up with his eyes shifting quickly as Bennings removes the rifle from his back and runs to his fellow soldiers to fire upon the enemy. Miller, who has been quietly rolling a cigarette, stick it in his mouth and lights it, blowing smoke which is taken with the wind.

"Well then Mr. Boy, it appears you have a job to do. Best of luck to you."

Miller salutes Game Boy who hestitates and salutes back. Miller strolls back to his men as Game Boy grips the note tightly, he whispers to himself.

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"Up up down down left right left right ay bee . Fast travel . Gretchin's shack."

Game Boy's body blows up into pixels and flies through the air. We go to Gretchin's shack, who is at her cauldron as usual swirling the long wooden rod in the contents. Pixels fly through the roof of the shack and they construct Game Boy from his feet up. Gretchin seems unimpressed glaring at GB who stands with tears in the corners of his eyes.

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"Game Boy how many times have I told you not to use cheat codes! It's unethical."

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"Why?"

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"Why what?"

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"Why did you send me to that Nirva forsaken place?"

Gretchin drops the rod and lets it lean against the side of the cauldron, she sighs.

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"I'm sorry you had to see all that. But you are needed for in XWF War Games. I felt this was the best way to prepare you."

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"War Games!? I've seen war it's not a game! No, I'm not going to that place again."

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"That is Earth Game Boy, I'm sorry you had to see that but you will see worse."

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"I will? I'm not sure if I have the stomach for this Gretchin. Maybe Urf and XWF doesn't need me."

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"They most certainly need you. The cries of help from some of the toughest humans in the XWF have been unheard, you need to help them."

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"Why?"

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"Because that is what heroes do."

Game Boy smiles slightly.

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"Okay, okay . I'll help, if that is what heroes do, I'll help in anyway I can. But I need to make one stop first."

Gretchin nods and the footage fades to black.


We come back from black slowly to Game Boy walking down a small cobblestone road approaching a small house connected to many others, he walks to black door and knocks. After a few seconds a young, beautiful woman opens the door to see little GB clutching a note.

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" . Hello Mrs. Hastings . "

SPECIAL STAGE COMPLETE!

GAME SAVED.

WORLD 2 COMING SOON! ... MAYBE.
]]> <![CDATA[War]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16222 Thu, 23 Oct 2014 05:04:18 -0700 Venomous]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16222 The scene opens up where it left off, Mike on the couch drinking vodka and trying to forget about everything for whatever length of time he can. We now return to the thoughts of Michael.


All I can do, I feel like such an ass. All I ever seem to do is make my wife's life hell and here I sit with a bottle of Vodka in my hand, however, no matter how hard I try I can't let go of the bottle. I look up to see some re-runs of The Walking Dead playing in front of me. Normally I would love to watch it, but today is another story. I can't stop drinking, just sitting here. There is a slight buzzing in my ear but I ignore it, I have to, if I don't he returns. Then I hear a knock on our front door. I go over, I see my lawyer and manager. Charles, my wife and I call him Charlee but nobody else can. Let me tell you something. He has gone above and beyond to get me out of situations, and he has done far more then just take care of me when I'm in court. He is more then a lawyer to me.

Michael, how's it going? I think the last time I came to your house and visit was, well, was it July? Is that right? I can't remember to be honest. Can you do me a favor and remind of the last time I came over to see you?


Well damn, it must've been May. Anyways so Charlee, what are you here for?

I can think of thousands of reasons why he could be here, lawsuit, pension, training, just to talk, maybe a nice jog, either way I know he is here for something more then just to ask about his last time he visited this house. I see a look that is a mixture of sadness and curiosity. I can tell he is concerned about me. However I can't help but not care about that right now.


 Michael, I am here to get you up and ready for your match tomorrow. That is all that matters today, nothing more, or less. What I want to do is none of my concerns. It is about what needs to be done. So get up and get ready. We have a long day ahead of us.


I turn and go to my coffee table, putting down the bottle of vodka that sits in front of me, I head to my room and put on some different clothes. Deep down I want to tell him, that I still have nightmares about my friend. That I partially want to just be done with life. Instead, I go and grab my sweat shirt, put it in on, and walk out the door. We jog down the steps to my front door. Open it, and proceed to step out, we get in his car, and drive off. The trip is actually very quiet, there are no words that need to be said and he is well aware of it. However, he still has that concerned look in his eyes and it has me worried. What could he possibly be thinking about? What reason would he have for being so. It's raining out, badly. We suddenly come to a stop. I know why too, it's because we're here.


Come on Michael, get out, we're here. Come on.


 I proceed to get out, looking at the gym, I see mass potential in XWF, We proceed to the gym door. I can't wait to get started. The gym is fairly big, meaning it was abandoned, nobody else is using it which further proves my point. Charlee gives me a look saying don't worry you're going to win. However that concerned look to this very moment sits on his face. A black door sits in front of us. Well a metal door painted black. Charles turns to me and puts his hand on the door.

Let's go Michael.


He begins to open the door. I look around the inside to see equipment all over the place. This place is covers the place from top to bottom. I turn to Charlee and I can see that look in his eyes. The look is answered by what he says next.

Let's get to work.













]]> The scene opens up where it left off, Mike on the couch drinking vodka and trying to forget about everything for whatever length of time he can. We now return to the thoughts of Michael.


All I can do, I feel like such an ass. All I ever seem to do is make my wife's life hell and here I sit with a bottle of Vodka in my hand, however, no matter how hard I try I can't let go of the bottle. I look up to see some re-runs of The Walking Dead playing in front of me. Normally I would love to watch it, but today is another story. I can't stop drinking, just sitting here. There is a slight buzzing in my ear but I ignore it, I have to, if I don't he returns. Then I hear a knock on our front door. I go over, I see my lawyer and manager. Charles, my wife and I call him Charlee but nobody else can. Let me tell you something. He has gone above and beyond to get me out of situations, and he has done far more then just take care of me when I'm in court. He is more then a lawyer to me.

Michael, how's it going? I think the last time I came to your house and visit was, well, was it July? Is that right? I can't remember to be honest. Can you do me a favor and remind of the last time I came over to see you?


Well damn, it must've been May. Anyways so Charlee, what are you here for?

I can think of thousands of reasons why he could be here, lawsuit, pension, training, just to talk, maybe a nice jog, either way I know he is here for something more then just to ask about his last time he visited this house. I see a look that is a mixture of sadness and curiosity. I can tell he is concerned about me. However I can't help but not care about that right now.


 Michael, I am here to get you up and ready for your match tomorrow. That is all that matters today, nothing more, or less. What I want to do is none of my concerns. It is about what needs to be done. So get up and get ready. We have a long day ahead of us.


I turn and go to my coffee table, putting down the bottle of vodka that sits in front of me, I head to my room and put on some different clothes. Deep down I want to tell him, that I still have nightmares about my friend. That I partially want to just be done with life. Instead, I go and grab my sweat shirt, put it in on, and walk out the door. We jog down the steps to my front door. Open it, and proceed to step out, we get in his car, and drive off. The trip is actually very quiet, there are no words that need to be said and he is well aware of it. However, he still has that concerned look in his eyes and it has me worried. What could he possibly be thinking about? What reason would he have for being so. It's raining out, badly. We suddenly come to a stop. I know why too, it's because we're here.


Come on Michael, get out, we're here. Come on.


 I proceed to get out, looking at the gym, I see mass potential in XWF, We proceed to the gym door. I can't wait to get started. The gym is fairly big, meaning it was abandoned, nobody else is using it which further proves my point. Charlee gives me a look saying don't worry you're going to win. However that concerned look to this very moment sits on his face. A black door sits in front of us. Well a metal door painted black. Charles turns to me and puts his hand on the door.

Let's go Michael.


He begins to open the door. I look around the inside to see equipment all over the place. This place is covers the place from top to bottom. I turn to Charlee and I can see that look in his eyes. The look is answered by what he says next.

Let's get to work.













]]> <![CDATA[No Time to Cry...]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16220 Wed, 22 Oct 2014 22:32:04 -0700 Doctor Louis D'Ville]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16220 "Concern yourself more with accepting responsibility than with assigning blame. Let the possibilities inspire you more than the obstacles discourage you."

― Ralph Marston


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The inspirational tale of a hero and his demons.

A dead silence has spread through the town. The gray sky makes the scenery a dull color, with nothing truly sticking out to the naked eye. The dullness makes it hard to tell what time of day it could be, dusk or dawn. The waves of steady rain on the paved streets make the town humid and creates a hazy layer of fog across the ground. A colorless street light swings back and forth from the single cable that supports it as he hangs across the intersection.

A few abandonded vehicles remain parked on the sides of the street, as if the small town has never missed a beat. As if, the dark shadow that has crept over it never existed. As if, everything was alright.

A figure appears standing in solitude in the middle of the intersection. His appearance is not like the rest of his surroundings. His white suit nearly shimmers as the drops of rain bounce around him like an invisible umbrella was above him shielding him from the precipitation. His figure shakes and flickers as if he was projected from an old film projector. His arms spread open to his sides, he looks to the sky as even darker clouds roll in. The Doctor has arrived in Hope, Arkansas.

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"Hello, my friends."

The Doctor reaches into his inside pocket and pulls a large cigar from it. Upon lighting it, he blows a large puff of smoke into the air that rises to the sky and merges with the dark cloud that hovers above the town.

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"I find wonderous sights in a place such as this, when it is engulfed in a shadow from terrifying unspeakables. I find glorious sights in a place such as this, when hearts are broken from horrifying unthinkables. I find marvelous sights in a place such as this, when history and secrets are passed down as mere fables. I stand in a place where hope and love have become displaced and a man struck down by evil is broken and in pieces."

"As you all may know, I am quite a large fan of travel. Since my arrival in the XWF, I have traveled many miles to the patients whom seek care. I feel like a broken record these days as I continuously reintroduce myself and repeatedly go on about my statement. Those of you who are new or those who remain lost or confused to this day; my name is Doctor Louis D'Ville."

"A few short days ago, I visited what some would call a 'monster'. This 'monster' has made his name known in this fine organization time and time again. As a winner. As a champion. The captain of a group of five men heading to war, united for the first time, as Team Victory Forever. My short meeting with our leader went exactly as I anticipated. Fighting his own battles, Morbid Angel approached me as he would've anyone else. With his rage. An unstoppable force of rage. However, this has not steered our sights from our true target. The five that will meet us on the roof top of the Joe Louis Arena remain in grave danger."

"I believe you've mistakenly placed your focus in the wrong places this week, Mister Pryce, as have your fellow teammates. In fact, those you have focused on you claim to be just 'pawns' in this battle. Thinking I will just sit back and watch as these 'pawns' rush into battle, waiting for my moment to strike. Foolish. It seems my own reputation still fails to convince the ignorant ones of the dangers they face when I'm present. I am not to be taken lightly. I have watched and listened all week as my words are not heeded, but ignored by you all. Mister Pryce acknowledges me as the only threat in the beginning, but for the nonce, seems to have forgotten all about me. If I desired a history lesson Mister Pryce, I'm more than capable of doing my own research. Exploiting the gaps and holes in that my captain has failed to mention in his career in the XWF will do you no good here. It seems your making a faint attempt to damage my captain's extensive ego. What would be the point of that, my friend? Do you believe it will give you a slight upperhand if you continue to point out where he has failed? Remember, the true threat does not stand near seven feet tall towering over you. The true threat stands before you, face to face. The confidence you once had coming into this event has slowly diminished into nothing. Disagree with me as much as you want, but know you're coming into this and your fate is already sealed."

"Your partners in the match seem to be blind of the true threat, as well. Gein and Monolith continue to heckle Venomous. By all means, no offense to my partner, but why target the obvious weak link on Team Victory Forever? The only member of our team who has yet to even step into a ring. Even Maverick deserves a bit of recognition just because of his creative lies and motor-mouth."

"Everyone I encounter for the first time in the XWF seems to always question one thing. My medical credentials. My friends, my credentials in the medical field should be the least of your worries. Especially at this point. We're two days from perhaps the greatest, most dangerous challenge that most of you will ever be involved in. Monolith, I can understand if you may have a bit of trouble keeping up at times. I'm glad you've had enough gull to do the talking for yourself this time around. As Mister Rapaport has done all of the thinking and speaking for you to that point, is he going to fight this battle for you as well? I highly doubt it. Then why carry the extra baggage with you everywhere? Are you so insecure with your words that you have a man of business express your feelings for you? I understand that you've finally broken your silence, but for what? Because Venomous had a few words to say regarding you? Venomous?!"

"I apologize when I say this, but I did not and I cannot imagine anyone off the top of my head who would've actually followed your career, either. So, thank you for the short story. I doubt any previous feuds you've had here in the XWF matter now. I've had a similar argument with someone prior to all of this regarding where the true talent lies in the organization. It's now and not then. Just because you belonged to this fine organization once before, doesn't mean your prepared for what's coming. I'm like nothing you've ever faced before, my friend. I'm no mere mortal you can just squash like an insect."

"While we're all talking about Venomous then. I must say, I'm quite glad a certain transaction did not pull through prior to the card being released. Our captain began stirring the pot nearly immediately by attempting to trade of Venomous to Team Pryce for Gein. I on the other hand, disagreed with this immediately. Gein, you would not fit in with Team Victory Forever. How your very hopes were raised and then lost in just a matter of days was certainly fun to watch. Considering me as just a 'minion' behind the monster is another mistake to go along with everything else here. Mocking 'Victory Forever' just shows that your feelings are still hurt to this day that you didn't get a chance to dance along side D'Ville. The status that you and Venomous have here are nearly the same to me. I may have overlooked it, but I didn't see your name across any card up to this point. So you're just a nobody as well. With everything to proove. All that you have proven is that you were ready to jump ship immediately after you seen the offer my captain made yours. What's also humorous about all of this? You talk as if it was YOUR decision to be traded. It was not, my friend. The transaction was between Morbid Angel and Theo Pryce, and those to alone. I could have been traded if Morbid Angel desired a partner in my place. Would I have been disappointed? Unlikely. It did not matter to the Doctor which team he was drafted in from the start. Why would I when the winner depended on which team I was on? Which also explains a bit why your were so desperate to come aboard. Sorry for the disappointment, my dearest friend, perhaps next War Games you'll have a bit more of a reputation and it will be a little clearer to the captains where you truly belong."

As the rain continues to pound to the ground, the Doctor has slowly made his way up the street. He stops in front of a light blue house. A tire swing hangs from a single tree in the front yard that has a white picket fence in line around the perimeter. The Doctor takes a puff from his cigar and begins to slowly walk down the sidewalk. He walks up three steps onto the porch, approaches the door, and give it three knocks. The door, already half open, slowly creaks open the rest of the way.


The Doctor enters the room to see upturned furniture, a caved in table, and holes in the walls. LH enters the room with his beard grown out to past his normal length. His hair is long and greasy. LH is wearing a wife beater and athletic shorts. His eyes are wide with rage whenever he sees Doc. He charges up to Doc and gets within a foot of him.

LH Harrison-
What do you want, Doctor? Are you here to mock me? Are you here to play mind games with me? Because I'm not in the mood for more home invaders. Don't you freaking know what happened last time an XWF guy came into my house? My wife was murdered. My kids were kidnapped and you just want to waltz in here with no recompense? You're about two seconds from being thrown out of here on your face.

The Doctor raises his hands in peace and his stare bores into the eyes of LH.

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Hello, my friend! I meant no harm upon entering your household. I merely wished to convene with my teammates before our big rendezvous with Team Pryce. Now I decided to come down to... Hope, Arkansas is it? To speak with you and see if you were ready for this PPV match.

LH Harrison-
Ready? Me? I'm always ready. Always. In fact, I'm tired of waiting. I'm ready to get back in that ring especially since... Jessica. I... I don't know what to do with myself now that she's gone...

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Oh? Would you like to discuss this any further? I am a doctor, you know. My doors are always open, Mister Harrison...

LH looks to the floor and strokes his beard slowly. He looks back up into the dark eyes of the doctor and nods.

LH Harrison-
I'd like that Doc. I... I really need someone to talk to. Viktor... my dad... I just can't confront them. I can't discuss all of this with them. They wouldn't understand... but you... Doc. I feel like you would understand my pain. I feel as though you would be able to help me out.

The Doctor flashes a smile with the ends of his mouth curling up most vilely. LH sets up the overturned couch and allows the doctor have a seat in the armchair beside it. The doctor pulls out a notepad from inside his white suit pocket and takes off his bowler hat and sets it on the now-righted coffee table. The doctor motions for LH to begin his explanation.

LH Harrison-
You see, Doc. It all started whenever I was drafted to Team Victory Forever. I thought that would be an awesome way to branch out and show I'm a team player, right? I thought it would be interesting to see how the talents of myself would mesh with those of Maverick, Venomous, yourself, and... yeah. Team Pryce wasn't even going to know what was going to hit him. Well... actually I still don't think he's going to know what hits him. TEAM VICTORY FOREVER, Doc! Heh...

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Victory Forever, my friend. Now why don't you tell us some more about the captain since you seem to have issues with him.

LH Harrison-
Morbid? Morbid Angel? He murdered my family. He entered my house, knocked me unconscious, and murdered my wife in her own home. He killed my daughter and threw the decapitated head to me. He is using my other daughter just to keep me at bay. Now I... I don't know what to do. I traveled all the way to Moscow to get the skull of Adolf Hitler, but whenever I touched it... it fell apart. It crumbled to pieces. But Morbid Angel is a son of a... ugh. He's dead to me. On War Games, he's lucky he's on my team. It he were on the opposing team, I would destroy him. I would roll him into a little ball and throw his butt off the side of the building and watch his ugly face splatter on the concrete below. But I feel hollow, Doc. My family is gone... I can't necessarily trust my friends... and my captain is the reason my family is gone. I have such a large void in my life... I'm not sure what to do now.

The Doctor sighs a bit and relaxes more into the couch. He folds his hands across his lap and never loses eye contact with LH.

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Mister Harrison, my dear friend. Pain and agony are something that I'm very, very familiar with. They're also a way of life for our captain, as well. I visited Morbid Angel a few days ago and our meeting went exactly as I had planned it would. He's a violent, raging lunatic with nothing but hurting someone on his mind at all times. Perhaps you presented yourself as an easy target for him. His murderous ways cannot be sustained.

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You care if I smoke, friend?

LH raises his hand as if to deny the Doctor's request, but the waves it off.

LH Harrison-
"Go ahead..."

The Doctor lights the cigar with a match and puffs a large cloud of smoke into the clean air which fills LH Harrison's home. The Doctor prepares for another banal speech for one of his patients...

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"You see, Mister Harrison, our captain has a strange way of preparing his members for glory. Perhaps he felt the family life was holding you back. Perhaps he felt that it made you weak. He went about his own 'special' way to see that you're mind was free of anything that could possibly prevent you from being a ruthless animal for War Games."

LH Harrison-
"By KILLING my family?! Doc--"

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"Now, my friend. I'm not sure if you were aware of the state of mind of our captain, but it's not very stable. Being drafted under his wing, surely you did not think that you were safe from his possible wrong doings?"

LH Harrison-
"We're teammates, Doc! What kind of man does this to his own TEAMMATES?!

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"One that claims 'Victory Forever', my friend. There are no ties between us here. Only the name. Only 'Victory Forever'! Morbid Angel's ways of inspiring is a bit different from yours, is it not? It has definitely lifted a fire in you. I can see it in your eyes. Now is not the time for vengeance, my friend. You will have you chance well after War Games is over. We have a fight on our hands, Mister Harrison. A fight that will be perhaps that turning point you've been looking for in your career. All of those big losses you've suffered, all of the bad luck, all of the heart ache... It's time to use them in your favor. It's time to reach inside and take the demons that are haunting you, make amends with them, and make everyone suffer just as you have. It is time for you to take the weight and the pressure that you've placed upon yourself as a hero and turn it into madness. Lose the heart, my dear Mister Harrison. It's time for you to shut off the lights and let that darkness inside of you consume you. You--"

The Doctor peers over to the television displaying static sitting in the corner across the room as it begins to flicker a bit of signal...

Two men are standing in a small room with a single bench press in the center. A single light hanging from the ceiling hovers over the two men. The one man is completely recognizable for he is the former XWF Universal Champion, Morbid Angel! The man next to him seems a bit familiar, as well, but looks a bit different. The two men are talking back and forth, as the volume on the television increases on it's own, their deep voices can be heard clearly...

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Morbid Angel- "FUCK YOU CARROT-!! I AM MORBIDGOD!!! I CAN BENCH MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE FUCKING WORLD!! JUST BECAUSE YOU STARTED USING STERIODS DOESN'T MEAN SHIT!! I'M STILL THE STRONGEST, MOST POWERFUL, MOST FEARED MOTHER FUCKER ON THE PLANET!!"

Carroid-Top leans over the bench pointing his index finger into the chest of Morbid Angel.

Carroid-Top- "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH, BRO! YOU THINK YOU CAN OUT BENCH ME, TRY IT OLD MAN!!"

Morbid Angel- "YOU ! I WILL!! THEN WHEN I WIN, I'M GOING TO KILL YOUR ASS!!!"

Morbid Angel slaps Carroid-Top's finger away from his chest and sits down on the bench. 325 pounds sits on each end of the bar and the giant lays down. He places each hand on the bar then lifts it off the rack.

Morbid Angel begins pumping the iron up and down from his chest.

Carroid-Top- "COME ON PUSSY!! How many are you gonna do?! Huh?! You better just give up now!! Pussy!!"

Carroid-Top continues to rant and taunt Morbid Angel as he continues to lift the weights up and down, up and down. Morbid Angel manages 25 repititions before finally resting the bar back on the rack.

Morbid Angel- "BEAT THAT CARROT-!! TWENTY-FIVE REPS!! SIX HUNDERED AND FIFTY POUNDS! YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES, BITCH?!"

Carroid-Top- "Wait and see you giant pile of vagina. Watch and learn!!"

Carroid-Top lays on the bench begins pumping the iron at the same pace as Morbid Angel was. As he lifts the weights, Morbid Angel continues the favor and shouts obscenities in Carroid-Top's ear.

Morbid Angel- "YOU GOT NOTHING, MOTHER FUCKER!! NOTHING!! NOTHING!!! NOOOTHIIING!!!!"

The orange-haired juicer doesn't miss a single beat as he continues his repititions pass 15, 16, and 17...

Morbid Angel- "GIVE UP YOU FUCKING PUSSY!!! JUST GIVE UP!!!"

20, 21, 22...

Carroid-Top lifts the weights 23 times then stops halfway.

Morbid Angel- "AHA!! HAHAHA!! YOU GIVE UP PUSSY?! YOU GIVE UP?!"

Carroid-Top smiles at the giant juicer standing over him.

Carroid-Top- "NOT IN YOUR LIFE!! HAHAHA!!"

Carroid-Top busts out rep 23, 24, and on his way up for 25 Morbid Angel grabs the bar.

Morbid Angel- "GUESS AGAIN... CARROT-BITCH!!! NOT IN YOUR LIFE!!!"

Morbid Angel presses down on the bar as Carroid-Top struggles to keep it elevated. His arms suddenly give out and Morbid presses the bar against Carroid-Top's throat!! His legs kick up and down trying to free himself from the giant's grasp, but to no succession! As Carroid-Top's face begins to turn blue, Morbid lifts the bar up and places it back on the rack. Carroid-Top falls to his knees on the floor and gasps for air.

Carroid-Top- "YOU CRAZY CHEATING MOTHER FUCKER!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I HAD IT!! I HAD YOU BEA---"

Carroid-Top is unable to finish his sentence because the boot from Morbid Angel's right foot smashed into his face. The impact picked him up off the ground and sent him flying backwards through the air eventually landing on his back a few feet back. Carroid-Top grabs his face in agony as he continues to swear and nearly plead for his life through bloody spurts and gasps. Morbid Angel says nothing. He pulls a 90 pound weight off of each side of bar and throws them like frisbies at the orange-haird juicer.

Just as Carroid-Top lifts his head up, one of the weights hits him across the face, smashing it and fracturing the entire side of his face. As he's thrown once again from the impact, the other weight hits him in the back of the head crushing the back of his skull.

As Carroid-Top falls face forward to the ground, Morbid Angel walks over to him and turns him over. The little life left in Carroid-Top's eyes looks up to Morbid Angel as he chokes on a throat full of blood. Morbid lifts his foot into the air.

Morbid Angel- "I TOLD YOU I'D WIN MOTHER FUCKER!!! I ALWAYS WIN!! ALWAYS!! VICTORY FOREVER!!!!!!"

Morbid Angel's foot stomps down on Carroid-Top's face several times as the television screen flickers back to static. LH and the Doctor look over at each other. LH stands up and walks over to the television and shuts it off.

LH Harrison-
"You know, Doc..."




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The inspirational tale of a hero and his demons.

A dead silence has spread through the town. The gray sky makes the scenery a dull color, with nothing truly sticking out to the naked eye. The dullness makes it hard to tell what time of day it could be, dusk or dawn. The waves of steady rain on the paved streets make the town humid and creates a hazy layer of fog across the ground. A colorless street light swings back and forth from the single cable that supports it as he hangs across the intersection.

A few abandonded vehicles remain parked on the sides of the street, as if the small town has never missed a beat. As if, the dark shadow that has crept over it never existed. As if, everything was alright.

A figure appears standing in solitude in the middle of the intersection. His appearance is not like the rest of his surroundings. His white suit nearly shimmers as the drops of rain bounce around him like an invisible umbrella was above him shielding him from the precipitation. His figure shakes and flickers as if he was projected from an old film projector. His arms spread open to his sides, he looks to the sky as even darker clouds roll in. The Doctor has arrived in Hope, Arkansas.

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"Hello, my friends."

The Doctor reaches into his inside pocket and pulls a large cigar from it. Upon lighting it, he blows a large puff of smoke into the air that rises to the sky and merges with the dark cloud that hovers above the town.

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"I find wonderous sights in a place such as this, when it is engulfed in a shadow from terrifying unspeakables. I find glorious sights in a place such as this, when hearts are broken from horrifying unthinkables. I find marvelous sights in a place such as this, when history and secrets are passed down as mere fables. I stand in a place where hope and love have become displaced and a man struck down by evil is broken and in pieces."

"As you all may know, I am quite a large fan of travel. Since my arrival in the XWF, I have traveled many miles to the patients whom seek care. I feel like a broken record these days as I continuously reintroduce myself and repeatedly go on about my statement. Those of you who are new or those who remain lost or confused to this day; my name is Doctor Louis D'Ville."

"A few short days ago, I visited what some would call a 'monster'. This 'monster' has made his name known in this fine organization time and time again. As a winner. As a champion. The captain of a group of five men heading to war, united for the first time, as Team Victory Forever. My short meeting with our leader went exactly as I anticipated. Fighting his own battles, Morbid Angel approached me as he would've anyone else. With his rage. An unstoppable force of rage. However, this has not steered our sights from our true target. The five that will meet us on the roof top of the Joe Louis Arena remain in grave danger."

"I believe you've mistakenly placed your focus in the wrong places this week, Mister Pryce, as have your fellow teammates. In fact, those you have focused on you claim to be just 'pawns' in this battle. Thinking I will just sit back and watch as these 'pawns' rush into battle, waiting for my moment to strike. Foolish. It seems my own reputation still fails to convince the ignorant ones of the dangers they face when I'm present. I am not to be taken lightly. I have watched and listened all week as my words are not heeded, but ignored by you all. Mister Pryce acknowledges me as the only threat in the beginning, but for the nonce, seems to have forgotten all about me. If I desired a history lesson Mister Pryce, I'm more than capable of doing my own research. Exploiting the gaps and holes in that my captain has failed to mention in his career in the XWF will do you no good here. It seems your making a faint attempt to damage my captain's extensive ego. What would be the point of that, my friend? Do you believe it will give you a slight upperhand if you continue to point out where he has failed? Remember, the true threat does not stand near seven feet tall towering over you. The true threat stands before you, face to face. The confidence you once had coming into this event has slowly diminished into nothing. Disagree with me as much as you want, but know you're coming into this and your fate is already sealed."

"Your partners in the match seem to be blind of the true threat, as well. Gein and Monolith continue to heckle Venomous. By all means, no offense to my partner, but why target the obvious weak link on Team Victory Forever? The only member of our team who has yet to even step into a ring. Even Maverick deserves a bit of recognition just because of his creative lies and motor-mouth."

"Everyone I encounter for the first time in the XWF seems to always question one thing. My medical credentials. My friends, my credentials in the medical field should be the least of your worries. Especially at this point. We're two days from perhaps the greatest, most dangerous challenge that most of you will ever be involved in. Monolith, I can understand if you may have a bit of trouble keeping up at times. I'm glad you've had enough gull to do the talking for yourself this time around. As Mister Rapaport has done all of the thinking and speaking for you to that point, is he going to fight this battle for you as well? I highly doubt it. Then why carry the extra baggage with you everywhere? Are you so insecure with your words that you have a man of business express your feelings for you? I understand that you've finally broken your silence, but for what? Because Venomous had a few words to say regarding you? Venomous?!"

"I apologize when I say this, but I did not and I cannot imagine anyone off the top of my head who would've actually followed your career, either. So, thank you for the short story. I doubt any previous feuds you've had here in the XWF matter now. I've had a similar argument with someone prior to all of this regarding where the true talent lies in the organization. It's now and not then. Just because you belonged to this fine organization once before, doesn't mean your prepared for what's coming. I'm like nothing you've ever faced before, my friend. I'm no mere mortal you can just squash like an insect."

"While we're all talking about Venomous then. I must say, I'm quite glad a certain transaction did not pull through prior to the card being released. Our captain began stirring the pot nearly immediately by attempting to trade of Venomous to Team Pryce for Gein. I on the other hand, disagreed with this immediately. Gein, you would not fit in with Team Victory Forever. How your very hopes were raised and then lost in just a matter of days was certainly fun to watch. Considering me as just a 'minion' behind the monster is another mistake to go along with everything else here. Mocking 'Victory Forever' just shows that your feelings are still hurt to this day that you didn't get a chance to dance along side D'Ville. The status that you and Venomous have here are nearly the same to me. I may have overlooked it, but I didn't see your name across any card up to this point. So you're just a nobody as well. With everything to proove. All that you have proven is that you were ready to jump ship immediately after you seen the offer my captain made yours. What's also humorous about all of this? You talk as if it was YOUR decision to be traded. It was not, my friend. The transaction was between Morbid Angel and Theo Pryce, and those to alone. I could have been traded if Morbid Angel desired a partner in my place. Would I have been disappointed? Unlikely. It did not matter to the Doctor which team he was drafted in from the start. Why would I when the winner depended on which team I was on? Which also explains a bit why your were so desperate to come aboard. Sorry for the disappointment, my dearest friend, perhaps next War Games you'll have a bit more of a reputation and it will be a little clearer to the captains where you truly belong."

As the rain continues to pound to the ground, the Doctor has slowly made his way up the street. He stops in front of a light blue house. A tire swing hangs from a single tree in the front yard that has a white picket fence in line around the perimeter. The Doctor takes a puff from his cigar and begins to slowly walk down the sidewalk. He walks up three steps onto the porch, approaches the door, and give it three knocks. The door, already half open, slowly creaks open the rest of the way.


The Doctor enters the room to see upturned furniture, a caved in table, and holes in the walls. LH enters the room with his beard grown out to past his normal length. His hair is long and greasy. LH is wearing a wife beater and athletic shorts. His eyes are wide with rage whenever he sees Doc. He charges up to Doc and gets within a foot of him.

LH Harrison-
What do you want, Doctor? Are you here to mock me? Are you here to play mind games with me? Because I'm not in the mood for more home invaders. Don't you freaking know what happened last time an XWF guy came into my house? My wife was murdered. My kids were kidnapped and you just want to waltz in here with no recompense? You're about two seconds from being thrown out of here on your face.

The Doctor raises his hands in peace and his stare bores into the eyes of LH.

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Hello, my friend! I meant no harm upon entering your household. I merely wished to convene with my teammates before our big rendezvous with Team Pryce. Now I decided to come down to... Hope, Arkansas is it? To speak with you and see if you were ready for this PPV match.

LH Harrison-
Ready? Me? I'm always ready. Always. In fact, I'm tired of waiting. I'm ready to get back in that ring especially since... Jessica. I... I don't know what to do with myself now that she's gone...

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Oh? Would you like to discuss this any further? I am a doctor, you know. My doors are always open, Mister Harrison...

LH looks to the floor and strokes his beard slowly. He looks back up into the dark eyes of the doctor and nods.

LH Harrison-
I'd like that Doc. I... I really need someone to talk to. Viktor... my dad... I just can't confront them. I can't discuss all of this with them. They wouldn't understand... but you... Doc. I feel like you would understand my pain. I feel as though you would be able to help me out.

The Doctor flashes a smile with the ends of his mouth curling up most vilely. LH sets up the overturned couch and allows the doctor have a seat in the armchair beside it. The doctor pulls out a notepad from inside his white suit pocket and takes off his bowler hat and sets it on the now-righted coffee table. The doctor motions for LH to begin his explanation.

LH Harrison-
You see, Doc. It all started whenever I was drafted to Team Victory Forever. I thought that would be an awesome way to branch out and show I'm a team player, right? I thought it would be interesting to see how the talents of myself would mesh with those of Maverick, Venomous, yourself, and... yeah. Team Pryce wasn't even going to know what was going to hit him. Well... actually I still don't think he's going to know what hits him. TEAM VICTORY FOREVER, Doc! Heh...

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Victory Forever, my friend. Now why don't you tell us some more about the captain since you seem to have issues with him.

LH Harrison-
Morbid? Morbid Angel? He murdered my family. He entered my house, knocked me unconscious, and murdered my wife in her own home. He killed my daughter and threw the decapitated head to me. He is using my other daughter just to keep me at bay. Now I... I don't know what to do. I traveled all the way to Moscow to get the skull of Adolf Hitler, but whenever I touched it... it fell apart. It crumbled to pieces. But Morbid Angel is a son of a... ugh. He's dead to me. On War Games, he's lucky he's on my team. It he were on the opposing team, I would destroy him. I would roll him into a little ball and throw his butt off the side of the building and watch his ugly face splatter on the concrete below. But I feel hollow, Doc. My family is gone... I can't necessarily trust my friends... and my captain is the reason my family is gone. I have such a large void in my life... I'm not sure what to do now.

The Doctor sighs a bit and relaxes more into the couch. He folds his hands across his lap and never loses eye contact with LH.

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Mister Harrison, my dear friend. Pain and agony are something that I'm very, very familiar with. They're also a way of life for our captain, as well. I visited Morbid Angel a few days ago and our meeting went exactly as I had planned it would. He's a violent, raging lunatic with nothing but hurting someone on his mind at all times. Perhaps you presented yourself as an easy target for him. His murderous ways cannot be sustained.

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You care if I smoke, friend?

LH raises his hand as if to deny the Doctor's request, but the waves it off.

LH Harrison-
"Go ahead..."

The Doctor lights the cigar with a match and puffs a large cloud of smoke into the clean air which fills LH Harrison's home. The Doctor prepares for another banal speech for one of his patients...

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"You see, Mister Harrison, our captain has a strange way of preparing his members for glory. Perhaps he felt the family life was holding you back. Perhaps he felt that it made you weak. He went about his own 'special' way to see that you're mind was free of anything that could possibly prevent you from being a ruthless animal for War Games."

LH Harrison-
"By KILLING my family?! Doc--"

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"Now, my friend. I'm not sure if you were aware of the state of mind of our captain, but it's not very stable. Being drafted under his wing, surely you did not think that you were safe from his possible wrong doings?"

LH Harrison-
"We're teammates, Doc! What kind of man does this to his own TEAMMATES?!

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"One that claims 'Victory Forever', my friend. There are no ties between us here. Only the name. Only 'Victory Forever'! Morbid Angel's ways of inspiring is a bit different from yours, is it not? It has definitely lifted a fire in you. I can see it in your eyes. Now is not the time for vengeance, my friend. You will have you chance well after War Games is over. We have a fight on our hands, Mister Harrison. A fight that will be perhaps that turning point you've been looking for in your career. All of those big losses you've suffered, all of the bad luck, all of the heart ache... It's time to use them in your favor. It's time to reach inside and take the demons that are haunting you, make amends with them, and make everyone suffer just as you have. It is time for you to take the weight and the pressure that you've placed upon yourself as a hero and turn it into madness. Lose the heart, my dear Mister Harrison. It's time for you to shut off the lights and let that darkness inside of you consume you. You--"

The Doctor peers over to the television displaying static sitting in the corner across the room as it begins to flicker a bit of signal...

Two men are standing in a small room with a single bench press in the center. A single light hanging from the ceiling hovers over the two men. The one man is completely recognizable for he is the former XWF Universal Champion, Morbid Angel! The man next to him seems a bit familiar, as well, but looks a bit different. The two men are talking back and forth, as the volume on the television increases on it's own, their deep voices can be heard clearly...

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Morbid Angel- "FUCK YOU CARROT-!! I AM MORBIDGOD!!! I CAN BENCH MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE FUCKING WORLD!! JUST BECAUSE YOU STARTED USING STERIODS DOESN'T MEAN SHIT!! I'M STILL THE STRONGEST, MOST POWERFUL, MOST FEARED MOTHER FUCKER ON THE PLANET!!"

Carroid-Top leans over the bench pointing his index finger into the chest of Morbid Angel.

Carroid-Top- "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH, BRO! YOU THINK YOU CAN OUT BENCH ME, TRY IT OLD MAN!!"

Morbid Angel- "YOU ! I WILL!! THEN WHEN I WIN, I'M GOING TO KILL YOUR ASS!!!"

Morbid Angel slaps Carroid-Top's finger away from his chest and sits down on the bench. 325 pounds sits on each end of the bar and the giant lays down. He places each hand on the bar then lifts it off the rack.

Morbid Angel begins pumping the iron up and down from his chest.

Carroid-Top- "COME ON PUSSY!! How many are you gonna do?! Huh?! You better just give up now!! Pussy!!"

Carroid-Top continues to rant and taunt Morbid Angel as he continues to lift the weights up and down, up and down. Morbid Angel manages 25 repititions before finally resting the bar back on the rack.

Morbid Angel- "BEAT THAT CARROT-!! TWENTY-FIVE REPS!! SIX HUNDERED AND FIFTY POUNDS! YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES, BITCH?!"

Carroid-Top- "Wait and see you giant pile of vagina. Watch and learn!!"

Carroid-Top lays on the bench begins pumping the iron at the same pace as Morbid Angel was. As he lifts the weights, Morbid Angel continues the favor and shouts obscenities in Carroid-Top's ear.

Morbid Angel- "YOU GOT NOTHING, MOTHER FUCKER!! NOTHING!! NOTHING!!! NOOOTHIIING!!!!"

The orange-haired juicer doesn't miss a single beat as he continues his repititions pass 15, 16, and 17...

Morbid Angel- "GIVE UP YOU FUCKING PUSSY!!! JUST GIVE UP!!!"

20, 21, 22...

Carroid-Top lifts the weights 23 times then stops halfway.

Morbid Angel- "AHA!! HAHAHA!! YOU GIVE UP PUSSY?! YOU GIVE UP?!"

Carroid-Top smiles at the giant juicer standing over him.

Carroid-Top- "NOT IN YOUR LIFE!! HAHAHA!!"

Carroid-Top busts out rep 23, 24, and on his way up for 25 Morbid Angel grabs the bar.

Morbid Angel- "GUESS AGAIN... CARROT-BITCH!!! NOT IN YOUR LIFE!!!"

Morbid Angel presses down on the bar as Carroid-Top struggles to keep it elevated. His arms suddenly give out and Morbid presses the bar against Carroid-Top's throat!! His legs kick up and down trying to free himself from the giant's grasp, but to no succession! As Carroid-Top's face begins to turn blue, Morbid lifts the bar up and places it back on the rack. Carroid-Top falls to his knees on the floor and gasps for air.

Carroid-Top- "YOU CRAZY CHEATING MOTHER FUCKER!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I HAD IT!! I HAD YOU BEA---"

Carroid-Top is unable to finish his sentence because the boot from Morbid Angel's right foot smashed into his face. The impact picked him up off the ground and sent him flying backwards through the air eventually landing on his back a few feet back. Carroid-Top grabs his face in agony as he continues to swear and nearly plead for his life through bloody spurts and gasps. Morbid Angel says nothing. He pulls a 90 pound weight off of each side of bar and throws them like frisbies at the orange-haird juicer.

Just as Carroid-Top lifts his head up, one of the weights hits him across the face, smashing it and fracturing the entire side of his face. As he's thrown once again from the impact, the other weight hits him in the back of the head crushing the back of his skull.

As Carroid-Top falls face forward to the ground, Morbid Angel walks over to him and turns him over. The little life left in Carroid-Top's eyes looks up to Morbid Angel as he chokes on a throat full of blood. Morbid lifts his foot into the air.

Morbid Angel- "I TOLD YOU I'D WIN MOTHER FUCKER!!! I ALWAYS WIN!! ALWAYS!! VICTORY FOREVER!!!!!!"

Morbid Angel's foot stomps down on Carroid-Top's face several times as the television screen flickers back to static. LH and the Doctor look over at each other. LH stands up and walks over to the television and shuts it off.

LH Harrison-
"You know, Doc..."




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The theme song transitions to LH Harrison sitting in the armchair of a quaint little living room with green wallpaper, short carpet, two armchairs with a couch between them. A small table is set-up in front of the couch and has a couple of red candles sitting it with three wicks each. The candle on the right side of the table is lit and a smell of pine fills the room. Alongside the left side of the room is a doorway leading into the kitchen and a small table along the wall beside the door. The back wall has a bookshelf on it packed full of books and picture frames showing what seem to be taped together pictures of Team Victory Forever together. There is a staircase leading to the second floor to the back right side of the room with the front door at end of the staircase. LH Harrison is sitting in the right armchair. He leans down and takes in a whiff of the candle and smiles to himself. He leans back and extends the leg rest while reading his newspaper. Venomous comes down the stairs whistling to himself. He goes to the opposite armchair and stops whistling when he notices the candle. He looks at the candle and looks up at LH then back at the candle then back to LH.

[The laugh track begins chuckling more and more as he switches his viewpoint.]

He finally clears his throat. LH doesn’t look up from his paper. He clears his throat again and LH still doesn’t notice him. Venomous sits up and clears his throat extremely loudly.

[The laugh track starts up again, neither person hearing it.]

LH lowers his paper and leg rest.

Yes, Michael?

I told you, it’s Venomous!

Okay, Venomous. What do you want that you’re pulling me away from the Funny Pages?

Venomous looks at LH and then looks down at the candle indicating it with his hands. LH Harrison cocks an eyebrow and shrugs.

What about the candle? I can’t light a candle in my own house?

Venomous looks a little worried as he examines the smell and flame.

How are you going to hide it from her?

Her? Oh you mean Jessica? My wife? Why would I hide it from her?

You know she said not to light it up until December!

But who’s house is this, V?

Her h-

LH shoots daggers in his direction with his eyes.

Alright, alright! It’s your place.

That’s better. I’ll light whatever I want in my house.

LH Harrison goes back to his paper as Venomous looks at him as if he’s a moron. Suddenly a head emerges from behind the armchair. The shaved head of a young gentleman pops up slowly. He smirks as he looks down at the unassuming LH Harrison.

HEY, LH!

WHAT TH-

LH leaps from his chair and knocks over the candle in the process! The candle rolls to the floor, but Harrison catches it burning his hand in the process! He yells as he pushes the candle onto the table. Maverick is still standing behind the chair laughing his butt off at LH Harrison. LH Harrison sucks on the burn as he turns around to look at the doctor incredulously.

[The laugh track is going crazy as the silliness ensues!]

What in hell was that all about? You can’t just frighten me like that!

The Avatar of Perfection smiles as he regains his composure.

Hey man I’m just kidding. I just wanted to introduce myself to the team. I’m Maverick and I’m a former X-Treme Champion! And no. I didn’t shit on the title.

Venomous looks at him out of the side of his eyes very cautiously.

How could you desecrate a title belt like that?

Maverick looks at him with his mouth slightly open. He throws his arms up and shakes his head.

Didn’t I just say that I didn’t do that? It was X-PAC! Jeez…

[The laughing track cuts up.]

Now I just want to get along with you guys so we can win this thing. I lead my last team to…

Defeat?

Maverick looks at LH in disbelief. He slowly shakes his head and Maverick looks a little disappointed.

It’s true that we did lose, but did you see those losers I was saddled with? Bryan James who can barely speak English, Scully who is good but got beat by Shawn Michaels, and that damn rookie. He barely even showed up! Now do you team with the guy who DIDN’T shit on the title or what?

LH Harrison looks at him strangely but as he goes to respond…


BAM

The front door flies open! In walks Morbid Angel wearing a suit…. Well a remnant of a suit. The jacket has the sleeves removed completely and the white button down shirt has the sleeves cut off at the elbows and is unbuttoned three buttons from the top. He walks in with his briefcase with the logo TEAM VICTORY FOREVER imprinted on it. He yells!

HAAAARRRRRRISONNNNNN, I’m HOMEEEEEEEE!





Morbid Angel’s eyes look around the room and they stop at Venomous. Morbid stares wildly at him


Morbid Angel-”Didn’t I trade you to that mother[BEEP]]ing Theo Pryce for a bag of skittles?”



Venomous looks at Morbid with insult in his eyes.



Venomous-”He turned you down, remember? I mean, skittles? Really? I thought I was worth more that that…”



Morbid Angel puts his briefcase on the coffee table and looks at Venomous once more.



Morbid Angel-”A Snickers, perhaps…nothing more.”



Venomous stands up and points at Morbid Angel with no ill intentions



Venomous-”You should learn how to give other people chances. I could be great!”


Morbid Angel-”You could be…BUT! Why risk it…”



Morbid Angel opens up the briefcase and pulls out stacks of papers. They were contracts. He quickly hands one to Harrison and Maverick. Harrison starts to read out loud.



LH Harrison-”I, LH Harrison. Here do swear allegiance to the team Victory Forever, formally known as the Adolfs’ Hitler’s. To fight to the death to destroy any who stand in our way to greatness. If for some reason I, LH Harrison, do not win and survive the battle against the chosen team of Theo Pryce. I will release my earnings of current $29,000 to Team Theo Pryce within 24 hours of failure.

These terms are non negotiable and will not be changed for any reason. Blah, blah, blah. And it goes on and one…Sigh, initial and drip blood…the normal things.”




Morbid Angel hands over a pen and a knife to Harrison. An evil smile crawls across his face as Harrison signs the Paper.



Morbid Angel-”Don’t forget to Sign the last two pages…they are very important.”



Harrison quickly scribbles the last few pages and hands back the paperwork. Morbid let’s out a deep bellowing laugh that could shake the house!

He hands Maverick a pen and knife and watches as he as well Signs the contract and hands it back over! Morbid quickly digs through the briefcase looking for an extra contract for Venomous…but there was none to be had. Morbid had only drawn up a contract for LH Harrison, Maverick, D’ville and Gein. Gein isn’t even on the team! He stayed with Team Theo! So, in a moment of desperation he takes Gein’s contract out and reaches into his pocket for a Sharpie and crosses out any mention of Gein and makes the easy amendments and hands it over.

Venomous isn’t very happy but he gets his contract which means he gets a chunk of the riches! He knows the story of Morbid Angel. He is an evil, deceitful man who will stab you in the back to get ahead. These things are known well. He also knows that Morbid Angel is not one who wants to lose and this contract means that he is under the protection of one of the most dangerous men in the XWF. Morbid Angel, the undefeated! Now, Venomous is apart of a team that cannot lose!

He quickly fills in his parts and drips the blood to make the pact complete! Morbid quickly locks the contracts in his briefcase.



Morbid Angel-”Where’s D’ville?”


LH Harrison-”He should be here soon.”


Morbid Angel-”You feel that?


Venomous-”Feel what?”


Morbid Angel-”That empty feeling?”


Maverick-”No…can’t say I feel empty.”


Morbid Angel-”Any kind of oddness?”


LH Harrison-”Well, now that you mention it. I do feel a little stuffed up. This weather is killing me!”





Morbid Angel lets out a loud laugh that could shake the house.



Morbid Angel-”All your souls belong to ME! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”



[audience “OOH’s”]



Morbid whips around looking for the noise.



Morbid Angel-”What the f[BEEP] was that? Sounded like…like…PEOPLE!?!?!”



LH Harrison walks over to Morbid.


LH Harrison-”What did you mean when you said “All our souls belong to you.”?”


Morbid Angel-”I mean exactly what it sounded like! If we win I get all the money and you sold me your souls to work with me…simple. Don’t lose or you’ll be living in a box…NOW! What the hell was that?”


LH Harrison-”What was what? I didn’t hear anything.”


Morbid Angel-”Don’t you try and play game’s with me! I don’t like games…unless it’s Parcheesi and I don’t even like that game much.”




[crowd laughter]



Morbid’s eyes shot wide open as he hears laughing.



Morbid Angel-”I KNOW I HEARD THAT! WHAT THE F[BEEP] IS GOING ON HERE! Heyman! Is that you?! I know you’re out there! Playing tricks on me because you are jealous?! I KICKED YOU OUT OF HEAVEN FOR A REASON! Simple rules! NO JEWS ALLOWED! Now, show yourself before I get…Godlike!”

LH took a deep sigh before continuing. Finally, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! IT ISN'T ENOUGH THAT WE COULD POSSIBLY DIE DOING THIS MATCH?! AND LOSE OUR CASH?! I MEAN, A ROOFTOP MATCH?! YOU ALSO HAVE TO TAKE OUR SOULS?!"

Morbid, while still anxious to find out where that laughter had come from, turned to LH. "Nope, it isn't enough. I have to be sure that I get ALL THE MONEY! And what's wrong with a rooftop match? They have just as much of a chance to die as much as we do! In fact, they have even more of a chance, as this is Theo's first match in a looong while, not to mention his last pick, Gein, hasn't even wrestled a match at f[BEEP]ing all! Now then! HEYMAN! I KNOW THAT IS YOU! SHOW YOURSELF!"

LH then gets up in Morbid's face. Morbid is taken back a bit, but then smiles and steps forward in LH's face. LH said, "I can't believe you made these deals for this money and our souls. It's repugnant. You're so greedy that you need to take out souls so you get all the money and control us?!"

Morbid responded, "Yep, that's right. But don't worry! As long as we win- which we will! VICTORY FOREVER!- then the person who did the best in this match will get the MVP earnings! Most likely it'll be me, but you never know! But, what are you gonna do about it?"

LH cocked his fist back. "Well, maybe I'll--"

"STOP!"

Both men turned to their side, where they saw Maverick, getting in between Morbid and LH.

"We need to stop this. We won't have a chance of beating Team Theo if we're fighting ourselves. In fact, we'd be more likely to die falling off the rooftops, and Morbid went through a freakin' Iron Maiden and lived to tell the tale!" Maverick said, breaking the two teammates apart.

Morbid, flexing his over-sized biceps, said, "Hell yeah! I'm the Morbigod!"

"My point is, that while it may be wrong to steal all the money for yourself, Morbid, there's a lot more on the line than money. Let's not forget, we're going up against two main eventers in Pryce and Cain, not to mention solid up- and- comers in Monolith and Gein."

Venomous cocked his eyebrow a bit. "What about Proxy?"

"What ABOUT Proxy?" the Avatar of Perfection responded. "He's only point about him is that he's good with weapons. He needs to be after all, he's a hit man. But, there's no weapons in this match. We're stranded on a rooftop, after all! And Morbid, don't get yourself worked up about the laughter. You're probably just experiencing side effects from the steroids."

Morbid looks at him angry for a minute, thinks on it, and then flexes with a big satisfied smile on his face.

[The laughing track cuts up again.]

Morbid looks directly ahead as he jiggles his man-breasts with his eyes squinted in suspicion.

LH, still mad, sighed, "Whatever. I'm not going to associate myself with a madman who's reaping our spoils of cash. I'm outta here." LH then stormed out into his backyard, despite Morbid's continued protests of, "Wait! You can't leave us! I'm the Morbigod! I just reaped your soul!"

LH Harrison walks over the fence and leans against it as he shakes his head. He notices a white bowler hat across the tall fence.

What are you doing, Wilson?

Below the hat, a glass eye peers up over the fence at Harrison. The potent smell of cigar smoke lingers over the fence as well.

"Heidy-ho, my friend!"

LH's head shoots up. "D'Ville?!"

"Indeed. Tell me, Mister Harrison, something seems to be troubling you. What could it be?"

LH steps back away from the fence cautiously. The history between LH Harrison and the Doctor was brief, but certainly exists.

"Well, Doc... The freakshow inside... Morbid taking full control of the team, putting our cash on the line, and even putting our lives on the line! Who does he think he is anyway?"

"A lack of faith in our captain's decisions, my friend? Hm. Interesting."

The Doctor laughs a bit as he continues to peer at LH Harrison over the fence.

"Morbid Angel's ego seems to be on steroids as well. I wouldn't worry to much about death or your money, Mister Harrison. I have much confidence in our alliance."

LH scratches the back of his head. "I'm confident too. But when we're led by a complete loose cannon... It just seems we have a few leaks."

"A few leaks? If anything, we have a few weak links, not leaks. However, Maverick is here is he not? Venomous is present. Those two men share the same desire as we all do. Morbid has his own issues with Pryce that surely originated long before War Games. Judging by the fact our team was targeted almost immediately following the draft, I believe Pryce has similar issues with our captain. It was never a concern of mine who we drew as our opponents. In my opinion, we are the strongest team going into the Pay-Per-View. Any team that decided to come after us, would follow the same fate as any other. Victory Forever, my friend."

LH nods. "Victory Forever, Doc!"

The back door to the house swings open and Morbid storms out nearly taking the door and part of the frame with him.

"Did I just hear someone say, VICTORY FOREVER?!?!"

LH puts his guard up for a moment then let's it down.

"The Doc showed up."

Morbid looks down over the fence as he towers of it and the two men.

"HA! What the fuck?! Are you two having a moment or what?! Fucking queers!"

[Laugh Track]

"What the fu-- Godammit!!!"

The Doctor vanishes behind the fence and appears behind LH.

"Just talking a bit of strategy, my captain! Mister Harrison seemed a bit concerned over your decision making skills as our leader. I believe we can settle this."

"You don't fucking like the way I run my team, bitch?!"

"I already told you! From your contract, to your stipulations, to the roof of the Joe Louis Arena! Who do you think you are?!"

"MOBIDGOD!!!! THAT'S WHO!!!"

The Doctor stands aside and watches the two continue to argue face to face. Morbid Angel towers over LH Harrison and continues to scream.

"If you don't like the way I do things, you can FUCK OFF PUSSY! You don't want Victory Forever, then so be it! Go join another team of scrubs and enjoy losing! You fucking--"

The Doctor has finally had enough. He tosses his lit cigar into the air and it makes a loud pop as it reaches it's highest point. The sound was loud enough it sounded like a gunshot. Venomous and Maverick run outside after hearing the sound.

Mav- "What the hell was that?!"

Venomous- "Yeah, what was that?! We thought someone was shot!"

The two men see the Doctor standing to one side the Morbid Angel and LH Harrison still facing each other.

Doc- "Just a minor grievance between our fellow teammates, my friends. Fear not, the issue is being resolved. Right now."

"FUCK YOU D'VILLE! I don't know who you think you are, but I'M THE CAPTAIN! AND THIS IS MY TEAM!! WHAT I SAY GUH---"

The Doctor makes a "shooshing" motion and Morbid's voice seems to have left him. He continues to attempt to speak, but no sound comes out. Morbid Angel becomes extremely enraged and heads back towards the house. He picks up two large metal garbage cans by each hand and throws them nearly fifty feet into the air. The two cans come crashing down around his team mates.

Mav- "How the fuck...?"

Doc- "My friends. Ever since our fearless... quite outspoken leader drafted me onto his team, it was guaranteed victory. You should all feel very lucky to be standing where you are right now. You have the longest reigning Universal Champion..."

The Doctor points over to Morbid Angel, he ends his "roid-rage" by flexing his massive biceps at the group.

Doc- "You have Mister Harrison, who has been a consistent part of Monday Madness for the past few months."

The Doctor holds his hand out towards LH Harrison who responds with a nod.

Doc- "The two of you may be new here, but you Maverick, have already made your own impact in the XWF. If getting under people's skin is in your nature, you'll do well. I've found you doing just that in your previous matches. Your only downfall, came from an elimination tag team match. Which, in my opinion, could have ended in multiple ways. As for you Venomous. What a welcome you will have here in the XWF. Not only will you be working with top talent immediately, but the match itself should show everyone what to expect from you in your future here."

The Doctor lights up another cigar and takes a long drag from it.

Doc- "And then of course, you have me. Doctor Louis D'Ville! I've made my presence known here since my debut a few short months ago. Mister Harrison could surely vouch for me a bit, if it's necessary. I believe you are all familiar with how I do things around here. I've fought champions, won two battle royals, and continue to receive attention from some of the top talent here. I do not believe in failure or lack of effort, so keep that in mind leading up to the war just around the corner. When we are victorious, all of us will reap the rewards. If one of you lead to us failing, don't think it will stop there. You will never live it down, I can assure you. Now, as stand here together, I leave you with one final thought. If you'd kindly say it with me, VICTORY FOREVER!!"

Team Victory Forever- "VICTORY FOREVER!!!"

The five men stand in a circle and as one they chant.]]>

The theme song transitions to LH Harrison sitting in the armchair of a quaint little living room with green wallpaper, short carpet, two armchairs with a couch between them. A small table is set-up in front of the couch and has a couple of red candles sitting it with three wicks each. The candle on the right side of the table is lit and a smell of pine fills the room. Alongside the left side of the room is a doorway leading into the kitchen and a small table along the wall beside the door. The back wall has a bookshelf on it packed full of books and picture frames showing what seem to be taped together pictures of Team Victory Forever together. There is a staircase leading to the second floor to the back right side of the room with the front door at end of the staircase. LH Harrison is sitting in the right armchair. He leans down and takes in a whiff of the candle and smiles to himself. He leans back and extends the leg rest while reading his newspaper. Venomous comes down the stairs whistling to himself. He goes to the opposite armchair and stops whistling when he notices the candle. He looks at the candle and looks up at LH then back at the candle then back to LH.

[The laugh track begins chuckling more and more as he switches his viewpoint.]

He finally clears his throat. LH doesn’t look up from his paper. He clears his throat again and LH still doesn’t notice him. Venomous sits up and clears his throat extremely loudly.

[The laugh track starts up again, neither person hearing it.]

LH lowers his paper and leg rest.

Yes, Michael?

I told you, it’s Venomous!

Okay, Venomous. What do you want that you’re pulling me away from the Funny Pages?

Venomous looks at LH and then looks down at the candle indicating it with his hands. LH Harrison cocks an eyebrow and shrugs.

What about the candle? I can’t light a candle in my own house?

Venomous looks a little worried as he examines the smell and flame.

How are you going to hide it from her?

Her? Oh you mean Jessica? My wife? Why would I hide it from her?

You know she said not to light it up until December!

But who’s house is this, V?

Her h-

LH shoots daggers in his direction with his eyes.

Alright, alright! It’s your place.

That’s better. I’ll light whatever I want in my house.

LH Harrison goes back to his paper as Venomous looks at him as if he’s a moron. Suddenly a head emerges from behind the armchair. The shaved head of a young gentleman pops up slowly. He smirks as he looks down at the unassuming LH Harrison.

HEY, LH!

WHAT TH-

LH leaps from his chair and knocks over the candle in the process! The candle rolls to the floor, but Harrison catches it burning his hand in the process! He yells as he pushes the candle onto the table. Maverick is still standing behind the chair laughing his butt off at LH Harrison. LH Harrison sucks on the burn as he turns around to look at the doctor incredulously.

[The laugh track is going crazy as the silliness ensues!]

What in hell was that all about? You can’t just frighten me like that!

The Avatar of Perfection smiles as he regains his composure.

Hey man I’m just kidding. I just wanted to introduce myself to the team. I’m Maverick and I’m a former X-Treme Champion! And no. I didn’t shit on the title.

Venomous looks at him out of the side of his eyes very cautiously.

How could you desecrate a title belt like that?

Maverick looks at him with his mouth slightly open. He throws his arms up and shakes his head.

Didn’t I just say that I didn’t do that? It was X-PAC! Jeez…

[The laughing track cuts up.]

Now I just want to get along with you guys so we can win this thing. I lead my last team to…

Defeat?

Maverick looks at LH in disbelief. He slowly shakes his head and Maverick looks a little disappointed.

It’s true that we did lose, but did you see those losers I was saddled with? Bryan James who can barely speak English, Scully who is good but got beat by Shawn Michaels, and that damn rookie. He barely even showed up! Now do you team with the guy who DIDN’T shit on the title or what?

LH Harrison looks at him strangely but as he goes to respond…


BAM

The front door flies open! In walks Morbid Angel wearing a suit…. Well a remnant of a suit. The jacket has the sleeves removed completely and the white button down shirt has the sleeves cut off at the elbows and is unbuttoned three buttons from the top. He walks in with his briefcase with the logo TEAM VICTORY FOREVER imprinted on it. He yells!

HAAAARRRRRRISONNNNNN, I’m HOMEEEEEEEE!





Morbid Angel’s eyes look around the room and they stop at Venomous. Morbid stares wildly at him


Morbid Angel-”Didn’t I trade you to that mother[BEEP]]ing Theo Pryce for a bag of skittles?”



Venomous looks at Morbid with insult in his eyes.



Venomous-”He turned you down, remember? I mean, skittles? Really? I thought I was worth more that that…”



Morbid Angel puts his briefcase on the coffee table and looks at Venomous once more.



Morbid Angel-”A Snickers, perhaps…nothing more.”



Venomous stands up and points at Morbid Angel with no ill intentions



Venomous-”You should learn how to give other people chances. I could be great!”


Morbid Angel-”You could be…BUT! Why risk it…”



Morbid Angel opens up the briefcase and pulls out stacks of papers. They were contracts. He quickly hands one to Harrison and Maverick. Harrison starts to read out loud.



LH Harrison-”I, LH Harrison. Here do swear allegiance to the team Victory Forever, formally known as the Adolfs’ Hitler’s. To fight to the death to destroy any who stand in our way to greatness. If for some reason I, LH Harrison, do not win and survive the battle against the chosen team of Theo Pryce. I will release my earnings of current $29,000 to Team Theo Pryce within 24 hours of failure.

These terms are non negotiable and will not be changed for any reason. Blah, blah, blah. And it goes on and one…Sigh, initial and drip blood…the normal things.”




Morbid Angel hands over a pen and a knife to Harrison. An evil smile crawls across his face as Harrison signs the Paper.



Morbid Angel-”Don’t forget to Sign the last two pages…they are very important.”



Harrison quickly scribbles the last few pages and hands back the paperwork. Morbid let’s out a deep bellowing laugh that could shake the house!

He hands Maverick a pen and knife and watches as he as well Signs the contract and hands it back over! Morbid quickly digs through the briefcase looking for an extra contract for Venomous…but there was none to be had. Morbid had only drawn up a contract for LH Harrison, Maverick, D’ville and Gein. Gein isn’t even on the team! He stayed with Team Theo! So, in a moment of desperation he takes Gein’s contract out and reaches into his pocket for a Sharpie and crosses out any mention of Gein and makes the easy amendments and hands it over.

Venomous isn’t very happy but he gets his contract which means he gets a chunk of the riches! He knows the story of Morbid Angel. He is an evil, deceitful man who will stab you in the back to get ahead. These things are known well. He also knows that Morbid Angel is not one who wants to lose and this contract means that he is under the protection of one of the most dangerous men in the XWF. Morbid Angel, the undefeated! Now, Venomous is apart of a team that cannot lose!

He quickly fills in his parts and drips the blood to make the pact complete! Morbid quickly locks the contracts in his briefcase.



Morbid Angel-”Where’s D’ville?”


LH Harrison-”He should be here soon.”


Morbid Angel-”You feel that?


Venomous-”Feel what?”


Morbid Angel-”That empty feeling?”


Maverick-”No…can’t say I feel empty.”


Morbid Angel-”Any kind of oddness?”


LH Harrison-”Well, now that you mention it. I do feel a little stuffed up. This weather is killing me!”





Morbid Angel lets out a loud laugh that could shake the house.



Morbid Angel-”All your souls belong to ME! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”



[audience “OOH’s”]



Morbid whips around looking for the noise.



Morbid Angel-”What the f[BEEP] was that? Sounded like…like…PEOPLE!?!?!”



LH Harrison walks over to Morbid.


LH Harrison-”What did you mean when you said “All our souls belong to you.”?”


Morbid Angel-”I mean exactly what it sounded like! If we win I get all the money and you sold me your souls to work with me…simple. Don’t lose or you’ll be living in a box…NOW! What the hell was that?”


LH Harrison-”What was what? I didn’t hear anything.”


Morbid Angel-”Don’t you try and play game’s with me! I don’t like games…unless it’s Parcheesi and I don’t even like that game much.”




[crowd laughter]



Morbid’s eyes shot wide open as he hears laughing.



Morbid Angel-”I KNOW I HEARD THAT! WHAT THE F[BEEP] IS GOING ON HERE! Heyman! Is that you?! I know you’re out there! Playing tricks on me because you are jealous?! I KICKED YOU OUT OF HEAVEN FOR A REASON! Simple rules! NO JEWS ALLOWED! Now, show yourself before I get…Godlike!”

LH took a deep sigh before continuing. Finally, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! IT ISN'T ENOUGH THAT WE COULD POSSIBLY DIE DOING THIS MATCH?! AND LOSE OUR CASH?! I MEAN, A ROOFTOP MATCH?! YOU ALSO HAVE TO TAKE OUR SOULS?!"

Morbid, while still anxious to find out where that laughter had come from, turned to LH. "Nope, it isn't enough. I have to be sure that I get ALL THE MONEY! And what's wrong with a rooftop match? They have just as much of a chance to die as much as we do! In fact, they have even more of a chance, as this is Theo's first match in a looong while, not to mention his last pick, Gein, hasn't even wrestled a match at f[BEEP]ing all! Now then! HEYMAN! I KNOW THAT IS YOU! SHOW YOURSELF!"

LH then gets up in Morbid's face. Morbid is taken back a bit, but then smiles and steps forward in LH's face. LH said, "I can't believe you made these deals for this money and our souls. It's repugnant. You're so greedy that you need to take out souls so you get all the money and control us?!"

Morbid responded, "Yep, that's right. But don't worry! As long as we win- which we will! VICTORY FOREVER!- then the person who did the best in this match will get the MVP earnings! Most likely it'll be me, but you never know! But, what are you gonna do about it?"

LH cocked his fist back. "Well, maybe I'll--"

"STOP!"

Both men turned to their side, where they saw Maverick, getting in between Morbid and LH.

"We need to stop this. We won't have a chance of beating Team Theo if we're fighting ourselves. In fact, we'd be more likely to die falling off the rooftops, and Morbid went through a freakin' Iron Maiden and lived to tell the tale!" Maverick said, breaking the two teammates apart.

Morbid, flexing his over-sized biceps, said, "Hell yeah! I'm the Morbigod!"

"My point is, that while it may be wrong to steal all the money for yourself, Morbid, there's a lot more on the line than money. Let's not forget, we're going up against two main eventers in Pryce and Cain, not to mention solid up- and- comers in Monolith and Gein."

Venomous cocked his eyebrow a bit. "What about Proxy?"

"What ABOUT Proxy?" the Avatar of Perfection responded. "He's only point about him is that he's good with weapons. He needs to be after all, he's a hit man. But, there's no weapons in this match. We're stranded on a rooftop, after all! And Morbid, don't get yourself worked up about the laughter. You're probably just experiencing side effects from the steroids."

Morbid looks at him angry for a minute, thinks on it, and then flexes with a big satisfied smile on his face.

[The laughing track cuts up again.]

Morbid looks directly ahead as he jiggles his man-breasts with his eyes squinted in suspicion.

LH, still mad, sighed, "Whatever. I'm not going to associate myself with a madman who's reaping our spoils of cash. I'm outta here." LH then stormed out into his backyard, despite Morbid's continued protests of, "Wait! You can't leave us! I'm the Morbigod! I just reaped your soul!"

LH Harrison walks over the fence and leans against it as he shakes his head. He notices a white bowler hat across the tall fence.

What are you doing, Wilson?

Below the hat, a glass eye peers up over the fence at Harrison. The potent smell of cigar smoke lingers over the fence as well.

"Heidy-ho, my friend!"

LH's head shoots up. "D'Ville?!"

"Indeed. Tell me, Mister Harrison, something seems to be troubling you. What could it be?"

LH steps back away from the fence cautiously. The history between LH Harrison and the Doctor was brief, but certainly exists.

"Well, Doc... The freakshow inside... Morbid taking full control of the team, putting our cash on the line, and even putting our lives on the line! Who does he think he is anyway?"

"A lack of faith in our captain's decisions, my friend? Hm. Interesting."

The Doctor laughs a bit as he continues to peer at LH Harrison over the fence.

"Morbid Angel's ego seems to be on steroids as well. I wouldn't worry to much about death or your money, Mister Harrison. I have much confidence in our alliance."

LH scratches the back of his head. "I'm confident too. But when we're led by a complete loose cannon... It just seems we have a few leaks."

"A few leaks? If anything, we have a few weak links, not leaks. However, Maverick is here is he not? Venomous is present. Those two men share the same desire as we all do. Morbid has his own issues with Pryce that surely originated long before War Games. Judging by the fact our team was targeted almost immediately following the draft, I believe Pryce has similar issues with our captain. It was never a concern of mine who we drew as our opponents. In my opinion, we are the strongest team going into the Pay-Per-View. Any team that decided to come after us, would follow the same fate as any other. Victory Forever, my friend."

LH nods. "Victory Forever, Doc!"

The back door to the house swings open and Morbid storms out nearly taking the door and part of the frame with him.

"Did I just hear someone say, VICTORY FOREVER?!?!"

LH puts his guard up for a moment then let's it down.

"The Doc showed up."

Morbid looks down over the fence as he towers of it and the two men.

"HA! What the fuck?! Are you two having a moment or what?! Fucking queers!"

[Laugh Track]

"What the fu-- Godammit!!!"

The Doctor vanishes behind the fence and appears behind LH.

"Just talking a bit of strategy, my captain! Mister Harrison seemed a bit concerned over your decision making skills as our leader. I believe we can settle this."

"You don't fucking like the way I run my team, bitch?!"

"I already told you! From your contract, to your stipulations, to the roof of the Joe Louis Arena! Who do you think you are?!"

"MOBIDGOD!!!! THAT'S WHO!!!"

The Doctor stands aside and watches the two continue to argue face to face. Morbid Angel towers over LH Harrison and continues to scream.

"If you don't like the way I do things, you can FUCK OFF PUSSY! You don't want Victory Forever, then so be it! Go join another team of scrubs and enjoy losing! You fucking--"

The Doctor has finally had enough. He tosses his lit cigar into the air and it makes a loud pop as it reaches it's highest point. The sound was loud enough it sounded like a gunshot. Venomous and Maverick run outside after hearing the sound.

Mav- "What the hell was that?!"

Venomous- "Yeah, what was that?! We thought someone was shot!"

The two men see the Doctor standing to one side the Morbid Angel and LH Harrison still facing each other.

Doc- "Just a minor grievance between our fellow teammates, my friends. Fear not, the issue is being resolved. Right now."

"FUCK YOU D'VILLE! I don't know who you think you are, but I'M THE CAPTAIN! AND THIS IS MY TEAM!! WHAT I SAY GUH---"

The Doctor makes a "shooshing" motion and Morbid's voice seems to have left him. He continues to attempt to speak, but no sound comes out. Morbid Angel becomes extremely enraged and heads back towards the house. He picks up two large metal garbage cans by each hand and throws them nearly fifty feet into the air. The two cans come crashing down around his team mates.

Mav- "How the fuck...?"

Doc- "My friends. Ever since our fearless... quite outspoken leader drafted me onto his team, it was guaranteed victory. You should all feel very lucky to be standing where you are right now. You have the longest reigning Universal Champion..."

The Doctor points over to Morbid Angel, he ends his "roid-rage" by flexing his massive biceps at the group.

Doc- "You have Mister Harrison, who has been a consistent part of Monday Madness for the past few months."

The Doctor holds his hand out towards LH Harrison who responds with a nod.

Doc- "The two of you may be new here, but you Maverick, have already made your own impact in the XWF. If getting under people's skin is in your nature, you'll do well. I've found you doing just that in your previous matches. Your only downfall, came from an elimination tag team match. Which, in my opinion, could have ended in multiple ways. As for you Venomous. What a welcome you will have here in the XWF. Not only will you be working with top talent immediately, but the match itself should show everyone what to expect from you in your future here."

The Doctor lights up another cigar and takes a long drag from it.

Doc- "And then of course, you have me. Doctor Louis D'Ville! I've made my presence known here since my debut a few short months ago. Mister Harrison could surely vouch for me a bit, if it's necessary. I believe you are all familiar with how I do things around here. I've fought champions, won two battle royals, and continue to receive attention from some of the top talent here. I do not believe in failure or lack of effort, so keep that in mind leading up to the war just around the corner. When we are victorious, all of us will reap the rewards. If one of you lead to us failing, don't think it will stop there. You will never live it down, I can assure you. Now, as stand here together, I leave you with one final thought. If you'd kindly say it with me, VICTORY FOREVER!!"

Team Victory Forever- "VICTORY FOREVER!!!"

The five men stand in a circle and as one they chant.]]> <![CDATA[Final Words - It's Time to end this thing]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16213 Wed, 22 Oct 2014 21:11:49 -0700 Mastermind]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=16213
"Hey Gator, you got lost I hear? Well that's good that you've recovered. War Games is fast approaching, I have to get the team on my Private Jet so we can head back to the states and get to Michigan in one piece. Can you get the rest of the team together, and meet me at my limo in say half an hour, I just have to do my weekly state of my career address to my fans."

GATOR: "You can count on me."

Mastermind smiles, gives Todd a big thumbs up, and leaves the room. He heads to his Gym.


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The cameras of the XWF fades in to the Gym of Mastermind. It shows that it is packed filled of Mastermind's fans. They have arrived from around the world to listen to his state of his career address. Suddenly the lights go out, and they all start cheering. When the lights come back on, Mastermind is seen standing in the ring.

The crowd starts chanting: "Mastermind... Mastermind.... Mastermind..."

Mastermind starts smiling as he picks up a microphone from a chair. He walks to the center of the ring.

"Thank you all for coming. In a little over 24 hours I will be in Detroit, Michigan to take part in the War Games Pay Per View, with my team Team Masters."

The crowd chants: "Team Masters, Team Masters, Team Masters."

"I have built a good team around me, consisting of Gator."

The crowd cheers. "Gator, Gator, Gator."

"Loverboy Vinnie Lane."

"Loverboy, Loverboy, Loverboy."

"Michael McBride."

"McBride, McBride, McBride."

"And... Ezekiel Carter-Williams V"

"Zeke... Zeke... Zeke..."

"And together we are taking on Team Pests."

There was a chorus of Boos that went around the whole gym. Mastermind looks into the camera.

"Team Pests is an appropriate name for them, because they are a team full of Pests to one another. They're a bunch of misfits. They include a Team Captain who is hated amongst his team, and it wouldn't surprise me that once that bell goes on Friday, that they'll force a coup, if they haven't tried one all ready. Trevor is hated amongst his team mate."

"Pest is hated... hated... hated... hated."

"Then there is Peter Gilmour, he's okay, I can give him that. But he despises his leader. And what happens when one despises leadership?"

"Coup time... coup time... coup time..."

"Then we have the boy Scully. Or we should refer to him as Skully shouldn't we. We all know how much he hates that."


"Skully's a wanker... Skully's A Wanker... Skully's A Wanker."

Mastermind laughs.

"Then we have S.W.A.T."

"Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?"

"You guys sound like a Parliament of Owls. That's right S.W.A.T. The unheard of member of Team Pest. He's gone Missing in Action. Appropriate that we are competing at War Games."

"No show... No Show... No Show..."

"What a shock that would be if Team Pest turns up at War Games without 1 member. But what a shock that it turns up at War Games with an impersonator, a fraud, a liar. Who am I talking about? The Fake Frodo."

The crowd gives the biggest boo of the night to that name.

"That's right Fake Frodo, when I heard that Frodo's name was joining Team Pest, I though oh shit, we're in for a long week of constant abuse, but then you came along, and well you've negated what Frodo would have done. First you went around sprouting stupid stuff, and causing attention to yourself, then you just sprouted useless information. You're not the real Frodo, end of story. Period."

The crowd cheers.

"It's appropriate that you are on Team Pest, because you are a Pest to the entire Team. The moment news broke that you weren't really Frodo, that was the moment I stopped believing in you. You are nothing but pathetic. You give the real Frodo a bad reputation, do I feel sorry for the Real Frodo, no, I don't. He was stupid enough to think that, that plan would work. It didn't. It's now back firing."

"Fake Frodo's a wanker... Fake Frodo's a spoil sport... Fake Frodo means nothing. Fake is Fake..."

Mastermind looks around the gymnasium.

"And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, Team Masters will turn up on Friday and give the Pests a run for their money. Pest will be dethroned as Captain. Skully will be in the shock of his life, S.W.A.T will be a no show, Peter and the Fake Frodo will be fighting between themselves for the Captaincy. It's ours for the taking. Team Masters for the win."

"Team Masters... Team Masters.... Team Masters...."

"I better leave that there, as we need to get to the air port. My people will see that you all have a feed, and then they'll see you home with tickets paid by me. Watch us on XWF Television at the War Games Pay Per View. for just $6.66."

The Crowd cheers. The lights go out, and when they come back on, Mastermind is no where to be seen. His fans start moving out of the gym.



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Mastermind is next seen on his Private Jet with Gator, Loverboy Vinnie Lane, Michael McBride, and Ezekiel Carter-Williams V. They are on their way from Wellington, New Zealand to Detroit, Michigan in the States for War Games.

They are all seen mellowing out. (resting nz slang.)

"This is it boys. Not long now. War Games are ours."

They all cheer.

quote Said:“Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending.”
― C. JoyBell C.
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"Hey Gator, you got lost I hear? Well that's good that you've recovered. War Games is fast approaching, I have to get the team on my Private Jet so we can head back to the states and get to Michigan in one piece. Can you get the rest of the team together, and meet me at my limo in say half an hour, I just have to do my weekly state of my career address to my fans."

GATOR: "You can count on me."

Mastermind smiles, gives Todd a big thumbs up, and leaves the room. He heads to his Gym.


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The cameras of the XWF fades in to the Gym of Mastermind. It shows that it is packed filled of Mastermind's fans. They have arrived from around the world to listen to his state of his career address. Suddenly the lights go out, and they all start cheering. When the lights come back on, Mastermind is seen standing in the ring.

The crowd starts chanting: "Mastermind... Mastermind.... Mastermind..."

Mastermind starts smiling as he picks up a microphone from a chair. He walks to the center of the ring.

"Thank you all for coming. In a little over 24 hours I will be in Detroit, Michigan to take part in the War Games Pay Per View, with my team Team Masters."

The crowd chants: "Team Masters, Team Masters, Team Masters."

"I have built a good team around me, consisting of Gator."

The crowd cheers. "Gator, Gator, Gator."

"Loverboy Vinnie Lane."

"Loverboy, Loverboy, Loverboy."

"Michael McBride."

"McBride, McBride, McBride."

"And... Ezekiel Carter-Williams V"

"Zeke... Zeke... Zeke..."

"And together we are taking on Team Pests."

There was a chorus of Boos that went around the whole gym. Mastermind looks into the camera.

"Team Pests is an appropriate name for them, because they are a team full of Pests to one another. They're a bunch of misfits. They include a Team Captain who is hated amongst his team, and it wouldn't surprise me that once that bell goes on Friday, that they'll force a coup, if they haven't tried one all ready. Trevor is hated amongst his team mate."

"Pest is hated... hated... hated... hated."

"Then there is Peter Gilmour, he's okay, I can give him that. But he despises his leader. And what happens when one despises leadership?"

"Coup time... coup time... coup time..."

"Then we have the boy Scully. Or we should refer to him as Skully shouldn't we. We all know how much he hates that."


"Skully's a wanker... Skully's A Wanker... Skully's A Wanker."

Mastermind laughs.

"Then we have S.W.A.T."

"Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?"

"You guys sound like a Parliament of Owls. That's right S.W.A.T. The unheard of member of Team Pest. He's gone Missing in Action. Appropriate that we are competing at War Games."

"No show... No Show... No Show..."

"What a shock that would be if Team Pest turns up at War Games without 1 member. But what a shock that it turns up at War Games with an impersonator, a fraud, a liar. Who am I talking about? The Fake Frodo."

The crowd gives the biggest boo of the night to that name.

"That's right Fake Frodo, when I heard that Frodo's name was joining Team Pest, I though oh shit, we're in for a long week of constant abuse, but then you came along, and well you've negated what Frodo would have done. First you went around sprouting stupid stuff, and causing attention to yourself, then you just sprouted useless information. You're not the real Frodo, end of story. Period."

The crowd cheers.

"It's appropriate that you are on Team Pest, because you are a Pest to the entire Team. The moment news broke that you weren't really Frodo, that was the moment I stopped believing in you. You are nothing but pathetic. You give the real Frodo a bad reputation, do I feel sorry for the Real Frodo, no, I don't. He was stupid enough to think that, that plan would work. It didn't. It's now back firing."

"Fake Frodo's a wanker... Fake Frodo's a spoil sport... Fake Frodo means nothing. Fake is Fake..."

Mastermind looks around the gymnasium.

"And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, Team Masters will turn up on Friday and give the Pests a run for their money. Pest will be dethroned as Captain. Skully will be in the shock of his life, S.W.A.T will be a no show, Peter and the Fake Frodo will be fighting between themselves for the Captaincy. It's ours for the taking. Team Masters for the win."

"Team Masters... Team Masters.... Team Masters...."

"I better leave that there, as we need to get to the air port. My people will see that you all have a feed, and then they'll see you home with tickets paid by me. Watch us on XWF Television at the War Games Pay Per View. for just $6.66."

The Crowd cheers. The lights go out, and when they come back on, Mastermind is no where to be seen. His fans start moving out of the gym.



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Mastermind is next seen on his Private Jet with Gator, Loverboy Vinnie Lane, Michael McBride, and Ezekiel Carter-Williams V. They are on their way from Wellington, New Zealand to Detroit, Michigan in the States for War Games.

They are all seen mellowing out. (resting nz slang.)

"This is it boys. Not long now. War Games are ours."

They all cheer.

quote Said:“Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending.”
― C. JoyBell C.
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