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<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Lethal Lottery 3]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Thu, 09 Apr 2026 02:28:16 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[(ONLY ENTER AT 3:33 AM)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19320 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 23:59:05 -0700 Unknown Soldier]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19320

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Strangers to the darkness, and those not well versed in the Master of the Macabre, make haste and save your innocent souls from the MadnesS that ensues in these scriptures! The hysteria in that proclamation and those following that exist in every sentence here and thereafter from MY! previous plea was, and forever will be, your final warning. Preclude yourself back to your own thoughts made before that last statement. Now, with those illusions of grandeur, remember to sympathize your impeccable lifestyle to a degree slightly lower than you had it set before. From no matter what position on the dial you preset your despicableness to previously, the darkness will always continue to lure you in further. In every passage as we progress down the SPIRAL of shadows, it is important to remember that the light that once existed as your purity will begin to dissipate. Shadows are said to be an extension of light that emancipate from a bend in the luminous sun or fixture presenting itself upon us. Here in the shadows we beg to differ. Curiosity tightens it's grip on your conscience just as the shadows toughen the grip on their glow. MindS continue MindlesS attempts to try and MendS this MadnesS. After all, isn't that why you've kept listening to this gospel after being alerted to do so otherwise? The darkness makes ME! and you meet in the middle. When you regurgitate is when I liberate. While you absorb is while I appropriate. We consume so that we can manipulate.

The shadows mock every move you make. They maneuver inexplicably, developing a sickness that barks constantly over the back of your shoulders, and longing to feast on whatever you perceive to be an exquisite existence. This immaculate reality is an approximation of their appetite from which they feed. Casting a darker and more radiant hue on those with more of the hunger. No matter where you run, hide, or rot in the ground stinking, the shadows of your own horrors will follow you forever. Eating at your ankles. Gnawing at your neck. Nipping at your nose. For it is the shadows, you see, that constantly haunt our footsteps in the light and reach out for the darkness from which it came. Let your shadow find the flickering light from which it materialized and extinguish it's existence. Join your mind, body, and spirit with ME! in the holy bounds of matrimony in the tranquil and barren nothingness. Clear your thoughts and allow ME! to penetrate your boundaries. Spiritually and sexually. To accept is to believe and to believe is to accept. As you may or may not have realized, there is no shadow of light reaching out for you here in our darkness. As we tiptoe ever so slowly down the STAIRCASE of the MindlesS horror of our new dark reality. Traveling deeper, further, and ever so lasting past the realms of sanity and sacrilegious you will, in time, know to call ME! Master.

For all the young and new of kin, please sit back and let that sink in.
I'm an entity of care and concern, so I concur if you discern.
Light a candle if you dare, but keep the wind and breathing spare.
You'll hear my whispers just as well, of all MY! stories straight from hell.

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The following scenes take place in our new book of Genesis:

In the beginning, before evolution could begin running it's course. GOD! clapped his hands as hard as he could causing a Big Bang! This shockwave lasted six days and created all existence on earth. This includes everything from massive landscapes such as the oceans and the country sides, to abhorrent and yet somehow pleasurable things like homosexuality. GOD! said "Turn off the lights!" and so this is where you now came to be. The first bacteria who grew from the cesspools of death and destruction, deep within the wreckage of this giant shockwave tsunami, that had any amount of intelligence came to be known as Adam and Eve. These funguses weren't happy living off the shit of other plants and decomposing vegetation, so they gave in to the temptation of sin and ate the sweet fruit . That sweet, sweet fruit. Which, ironically and inevitably enough, gave them super sin powers that they would continue to use maliciously for the rest of time. Murder --- One of the most evil and destructive of these powers, was first mastered by an insect named Cain when he used his exceptional abilities to destroy his own brother, Abel. His soul was driven to commit the deed after envy, greed, and jealousy grew too large in his heart. The world then became flooded with the tears of agony and unfathomable sadness causing the oceans to invade the world of all it's land and natural inhabitants. Thankfully, a young turtle by the name of Noah managed to survive the floods by using his impressive floating techniques. Noah would later go on to procreate life until the test of it's ultimate sacrifice.

CHAPTER 22 (6)
(Just ME! and you.)------

The fields of wheat shine a golden and ever so radiant complexion over the grounds rising up from under the bottom of one's feet,(Step by step by step we go downhill) which trails far off into the edge of the perceptual view in the distance. As the shining color most associated first with prosperous wealth squanders further into the area of land outwardly, it collides with the silver lining of the near cloudless sky levitating above. The blending of what your simplistic mind(s) call '1st and 2nd place' causes a bronze tint to envelope on the direct focal point of where the two colors meet in the perpendicular line in the distance. Our scene envelopes the shine and extravagance of the three most bright and bewildering colors that mankind has ever laid eyes on. These magnificent colors and shades, are then coupled with the inexplicable size of the plants and animals three to four times the perception of whatever you perceived them to be previously. Everything is enormous in size, and that includes the rays beating down from above from a much larger and closer sun. The overbearing heat and close proximity of the sun, along with it's giant size, hovers directly overhead as if a giant were maintaining a grow room that you now stood inside. The rays sting and literally beat down inches from the tops of the towering wheat swinging in the fields. Tickling the tip of your sweaty forehead. The action by this inferno above seems like an intentional attempt to antagonize you.

The meadows and pastures of farmland rise up like mini skyscrapers upward, and high into the skyward. Luring over their visitors and watching with diligent eyes overhead. It appears with all the menacing stares circling you here, that you are a guest in this world that mimics a real life version of a fantasy like comic book. As your soul remarkably sways with the surrounding vegetation in the harsh wind alike a whipping hurricane, it is revealed to you that any sense of smell, taste, or touch has left the body. Here in the promised lands of the past, we facilitate only sight and sound. The unexplainable force causing you to (6) place one foot in front of the other is of no concern or in need of confrontation. You are nothing but a faithful servant following mindlessly like MY! loyal slaves of the prior------

"Abraham!"

The piercing wail from afar penetrates your ears and cackles at the back of their drum. The hideous screech now makes you wish to trade away hearing as one of your last two remaining senses. Sight now takes over, as the footsteps spin off one back heel to the other where the view is 180 degrees perpendicular in the flashing lights of visions where you had just walked before. From out of the husky golden fields of wheat directly behind you scuffles a baby lamb from between the rows of crop. The sheer beauty of an animal so innocent and immaculately clean catches you dead in your step. With the first pause since tumbling down the STAIRWAY, you can take in a deep breath before being plummeted back into the staring and loveable eyes of the lonely sheep. The piercing glare engages interest and an amazing amount of curiosity from your soul to employ itself to its commands.

"Give unto HIM! you're most cherished of heart, forever beside you I'll never do part."

The voice is calm, convincing, and echoes through the back of your thoughts by now conforming them into a comparison of that to a lullaby from a caring mother. The very soothing and introspectively pleasing prescription seems extremely pressured despite it's very polite demeanor. Commotion and contradictions now flood the prefrontal cortex, rendering the brain's judgments into a different rendition then the building blocks that built them once before constructed. No time for dilly or dally delays, we must complete thy request by the end of the day. Our furry friend disappears back into the darkness from which it came. Accumulating slowly at first but progressing in pace is the will in your soul to give into this inquiry of such an abominable nature. It's as if the gravity of the offense affects you in all facets of (6) life within the span of time. Past, present, and deeply beyond the distant future. The forces luring you deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper------

Seconds turn to minutes turn to hours before any sign of our target bestow itself upon you. The lush fields of golden beauty come to an abrupt halt as a sudden square of soiled garden appears. A small pocket it must be amongst the layers of tall prairie stretching for miles beyond reality. This lay before your eyes now an old female petting a much younger male subspecies of her own. Their reaction of joy upon your arrival gives you great solace in your soul to know of the despicable deed that his life you must now take. The voices now whisper and plead with your head, they remind you of Cain and all the nice work he did. The frail old female, decrepit and disfigured of age, is blind and malnourished and wallows in pain. Makes wonder for us all how child bearing could be abstained? Her soul touches yours and the feelings are now once revealed. She smelt out our treacherous and disturbing of deeds. Her pleas are so solemn and soft with no glee, their easy to ignore as down further you traipse on that STAIRWAY of glory and beauty to besiege. Smack now your wife and take now your son, bring forth now fire and dagger and come.

"Isaac!"

Ignore that one final cry of disdain, onward good servant you must now be brave. The STEPS become lower and less frequent as you stare timidly over them while grasping the seed of your loins steadily on the right hip. No horrible nor distracted the look on his face. How could he fathom to understand the fate lain upon him. The trembling of his lips is seen from new glimpse as he turns his head to stare down into the pit. The beating of his heart (6) begins to accelerate to such a high degree that you can feel it in the clasp of his hands. The sweat drips off the edge of your earlobe and down into the barren of the wastes------

When push comes to shove, that's when you tip in.
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, life is full of sin.

The steel dagger now shines a golden glare into the retina of your eyeballs practically begging at your conscience to wield it's power. Amongst all the commotion and hustle a twine to harness was forgotten. Thankfully, as if by the miracles of the heavens a very sturdy and near indestructable pile of fresh leather sits in a desolate corner awaiting to be binded. Hesitation is weakness, and the strength in (both of you) acting as one, from past to thine present or future's ever you come. That should give you enough courage to go kill the scum. Tears now both falling from father and son, a sense now of feeling; otherwise known as touch, suddenly has sprung from non existence when before their was none. The bindings now soaking with sweet and salty tears of disgust, grip tightly on your prey with little withering or resistance to us. When finished now placing him up on display, way high on a massive alter not too far away. The kindling is crucial in building a fire, so stack it now neatly in five corner piles. Surrounding the body in MY! upside down star, forsake now your spirit as you've come down now too far! Stabbing and throbbing the blade through the young childs throat, you turn now to see the sight of a malevolent goat.

"You are MY! ultimate sacrifice!"

With the heart now fully destroyed, the body must burn itself from within and fully cast out of the flesh. One final task before we both bid good day. You know now to fall down and worship at the sound of MY! name. Ignite now the flame with whatever spark you (6) commandeer and stare at the fire while standing just near. The closer you get the more likely you'll see, the reflection of your soul and spirit now dancing forever with ME!------

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Strangers to the darkness, and those not well versed in the Master of the Macabre, make haste and save your innocent souls from the MadnesS that ensues in these scriptures! The hysteria in that proclamation and those following that exist in every sentence here and thereafter from MY! previous plea was, and forever will be, your final warning. Preclude yourself back to your own thoughts made before that last statement. Now, with those illusions of grandeur, remember to sympathize your impeccable lifestyle to a degree slightly lower than you had it set before. From no matter what position on the dial you preset your despicableness to previously, the darkness will always continue to lure you in further. In every passage as we progress down the SPIRAL of shadows, it is important to remember that the light that once existed as your purity will begin to dissipate. Shadows are said to be an extension of light that emancipate from a bend in the luminous sun or fixture presenting itself upon us. Here in the shadows we beg to differ. Curiosity tightens it's grip on your conscience just as the shadows toughen the grip on their glow. MindS continue MindlesS attempts to try and MendS this MadnesS. After all, isn't that why you've kept listening to this gospel after being alerted to do so otherwise? The darkness makes ME! and you meet in the middle. When you regurgitate is when I liberate. While you absorb is while I appropriate. We consume so that we can manipulate.

The shadows mock every move you make. They maneuver inexplicably, developing a sickness that barks constantly over the back of your shoulders, and longing to feast on whatever you perceive to be an exquisite existence. This immaculate reality is an approximation of their appetite from which they feed. Casting a darker and more radiant hue on those with more of the hunger. No matter where you run, hide, or rot in the ground stinking, the shadows of your own horrors will follow you forever. Eating at your ankles. Gnawing at your neck. Nipping at your nose. For it is the shadows, you see, that constantly haunt our footsteps in the light and reach out for the darkness from which it came. Let your shadow find the flickering light from which it materialized and extinguish it's existence. Join your mind, body, and spirit with ME! in the holy bounds of matrimony in the tranquil and barren nothingness. Clear your thoughts and allow ME! to penetrate your boundaries. Spiritually and sexually. To accept is to believe and to believe is to accept. As you may or may not have realized, there is no shadow of light reaching out for you here in our darkness. As we tiptoe ever so slowly down the STAIRCASE of the MindlesS horror of our new dark reality. Traveling deeper, further, and ever so lasting past the realms of sanity and sacrilegious you will, in time, know to call ME! Master.

For all the young and new of kin, please sit back and let that sink in.
I'm an entity of care and concern, so I concur if you discern.
Light a candle if you dare, but keep the wind and breathing spare.
You'll hear my whispers just as well, of all MY! stories straight from hell.

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CHAPTER 22 (6)
(Just ME! and you.)------

"Abraham!"

"Give unto HIM! you're most cherished of heart, forever beside you I'll never do part."

"Isaac!"

When push comes to shove, that's when you tip in.
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, life is full of sin.

"You are MY! ultimate sacrifice!"

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]]> <![CDATA[DUKE AND CORVUS ARE BOTH GETTING THEIR <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> ASSES EQUALLY KICKED AT THE MOMENT AND]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19314 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 23:49:37 -0700 Mia Dim]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19314 It's a calm sight inside of the Amalie Arena where the stage is fully constructed and has gone untouched for the past couple of hours. It likely that the workers wrapped things up shortly after lunch and cut out for the day. Everything in the arena is still, like an art exhibit, which is always strange to see when you're used to hearing the roaring crowd and seeing the athleticism that takes place in the ring. The design of the stage setup isn't as excessive as most themed shows. The massive X-Tron overlooks the entrance tunnel and is flanked by two banners. On one banner are the mugshots of the unusual team of "Dimourdow" and Unknown Soldier. On the other is the equally unusual team of Ricky Desmond and Peter Gilmour. If we go down the ramp and head towards ringside, we'll find a glass case which will eventually house the Lethal Lottery briefcase. We focus our attention on the stands which 20 thousand fans will file into tomorrow night. For now though it's only Dimallisher/Dim Gilmourdow/Dimourdow, whatever he's going by lately, and his manager John Madison. John is in a chair with his feet kicked up on a guardrail. He's eating a tostada and smoking a cigarette while he watches Dim run up and down the stairs. Next to John is Dim's baby; whatever the fuck it is. I don't believe the gender or name has been disclosed. For now it's just "Dim's fucking baby."

John Madison: "Are you sure that you don't want a tostada? I bought two, Dim."

Dim: "No! I don't want that wetback shit!"

The "wetback shit" that Dim is referring to is the garbage from Taco Bell that John is filling his pie hole with. I mean that literally too because there's a good chance that John fished it out of a garbage can behind the restaurant.

John Madison: "Oh come on, Dim. This is an American company we're talking about here. I didn't go to Mexico to get this delicious treat."

Dim: "I'm busy right now!"

John Madison: "Yeah, I guess you are. You've been at it for over an hour now. I haven't seen you train this hard since the Special Olympics."

Dim finally comes to a stopping point as he looks down at his Micky Mouse wrist watch.

Dim: "I guess you are right. I'll take five but then I'm goin' back to exercisin'."

John Madison: "I'm getting tired of looking after your kid too."

Dim: "It's only been five minutes, John! Earlier you had a custodian watchin' em'. He was pushin' my baby around in a God damn mop bucket."

John Madison: "Well, your kid is clean now. That's all that matters. I checked to make sure that the janitor had his CPR card too. Come on, I don't even know CPR. I paid him in bean burritos too."

Dim: "Well, it just ain't right to be handin' my kid off like that! You're my manager, you should be helpin' me with my child now that Sandy is gone!"

Dim is referring to Sandy Smith; his four hundred pound ex-wife and baby's mama who was recently murdered by Unknown Soldier.

John Madison: "Hey, it's not my fault! I told you morons that we shouldn't have gone to Satan's Hotel or whatever it was. You didn't listen to me so now Sandy is dead!"

Dim: "And your baby too, right?"

John Madison: "Dim, I told you that woman was crazy. I did not impregnate her!"

Dim: "Her dying words were that you forced yourself inside of her, unprotected."

John Madison: "That's what they all say, Dim! You can't trust these women. She was ready to make a pact with Satan and Unknown Soldier for fuck's sake. That's how you know that you can't trust some bitch. Satan, Dim! Satan! What would God and Jesus think? More importantly, who in the hell does Soldier think he is killing your ex-wife's baby like that."

Dim: "You make a good point, John. Maybe it is my fault that I left my little baby an orphan. He ain't got a mama now! That damn demon man killed her!"

John Madison: "That's what I'm saying! And another thing! I didn't see Peter jump in there to try to help when we were all gathered up at the altar. He talks about how he's an immortal and shit. Shouldn't he have been the one to stand up to Soldier?!"

Dim: "Peter might'a been scared! He lacks confidence when he's gotta go up against men who he thinks are stronger than he is. You saw that shit he was sayin' earlier about how Lane and CorPUSS were a challenge for him. How he felt like he might not have deserved to win."

John Madison: "That's some friend you have there. It sounds to me like you should ditch him. Yeah! You've carried his dead weight for too long now. I'm not saying that to be mean, I'm just giving you advice based off of what Peter said. You saw the promo; he admitted to the world that he didn't deserve to win against Corvus and Lane. No one even asked him, he just came out and said it. He said all of that

shit even though you guys won the match and left Corvus and Lane in a pool of blood. He's basically saying that you carried him, Dim. How could he? Doesn't he know that a friendship requires a joint effort? Gah', the guilt that he's feeling must be eating him alive. Now that Peter has come clean, everyone is going to believe him too. All that shit that people were saying about you carrying him is going to be viewed as a fact now that Peter confirmed it. Think about all of those disappointed fans, Dim. This is like when that Olympian with the bicycle and the messed up testicles admitted that he was on steroids the whole time. Dim, have you already forgotten some of the things that he confessed to? Look at this shit, dude:"

Quote:Peter: Itâ€™s true CorVus and Lane were the ONLY team that were a challenge for me in this tournament.

They gave me and you a run for our money I will say that.

Me and you defeated CorVus and Lane by the skin of our teeth.

You mentioned how I said CorVus â€œoverpowered meâ€. Let me be honest here, CorVus is very strong. He beat me like a red headed stepchild.

Dim: "I don't understand why Peter would say those things, John. If you look back at the match, I got in more offense than anyone, and made plenty of near falls. And even when Corvus put me in his gay submission hold I was able to yell insults and was on the verge of breaking out of it. Did Peter have his fuckin' eyes closed the whole time or somethin'? John, show the folks at home that part of the match you showed me earlier."

John Madison: "Sure thing."

Quote:and now a third consecutive! CorVusâ€™ head again snaps in a violent mannerâ€¦ Gilmourdow covers again, this has to be over now,

ONEâ€¦.

TWOâ€¦.

THREâ€¦. OH MY GOD! Just as the refs hand was about to hit the mat, out of nowhere was Vinnie Lane connecting with fierce superkick to Dimâ€™s jaw, breaking the cover. The ref gets in Loverboyâ€™s grill, screaming at him and threatning to DQ his team.

Dim: "You see that, Peter? That's me in there kickin' some serious ass. I had control over Corvus with three fuckin' powerbombs and was about to win until that queer ass partner of his had to get involved and nearly got himself disqualified. That's right, Lane also was willing to throw in the towel and settle for a disqualification! God damn, and these are the two pansies who you say gave 'us' a run for 'our money,' Pete? What the hell, man? I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't disappointed in your attitude. That's not how friends should treat one another. You sit there and try to tell me that we let a couple of

overpower us? That's bullshit!, man. I ain't the one who had to get stitches after the match. I'm the one who had his hand raised and got to FUCK BITCHES! ...after the match."

John Madison: "Yes, Dim. I think people presumed that it would be after the match..."

Dim: "It's gonna be the same damn thing that happens on Saturday too! I'm gon' lace up this big ol', Texas-size boot and kick some sense into Peter. Maybe that will get him to understand and respect the kind of pain that Vinnie Lane and Corvus felt last week. It's the kind of punishment that leaves even the most decorated athlete humbled. You seen it, John! I don't know why Pete didn't. It's perflexin' me."

John Madison: "Perplexing, Dim. You're on the right track though. That's enough thinking for now. Why don't you go work out some more before you hurt yourself?"

Dim: "Good idea! I'll take my baby with me! Hehehe!"

Dim grabs his baby, whatever the fuck it is, cradles it and begins to run up the stairs.

John Madison: "Look at how happy that big

is. He's been having the time of his life with month. And I've been here with you to lay out the story round by round while Dim does whatever ass kicking that I program into that half brain of his. What's interesting is that everyone buys into this idea of the whole tournament coming down to "chance" or luck. The truth of the matter is, it all came down to one man who's been pulling the strings this entire time: Me, John Madison. I leave nothing to chance. You could pair Dim with anyone on the roster whether it's Pest, Gilmour, or even Thunderbolt X; I would have ensured that Dim walked with his hand held high. Dim himself thinks that this tournament comes down to luck or faith, whatever shit he's on lately; but he doesn't comprehend the fact that I'm the one who's been in control all along. In a way, you're all like Dim; under my control with the 'fun' theme of this tournament serving as your veil in order to give you false hope. Hope that you stand a chance at making it to the end in John Madison's game. That's why Desmond and Peter won't win because like everyone else who has failed, they've fooled themselves into thinking that luck plays a factor in this tournament.

"Like I said earlier, Peter's openly confessed that Dim carried him through that last round. Desmond has confessed that he's still in it because of luck and his ability to survive while stronger partners sheltered him through the storm. While that might be a good strategy early on in the game, it won't work while having Peter as a partner and Dim as an opponent.

The only question that remains is how much punishment is Soldier willing to endure before he stays down and looks up as he's declared Mr. Lethal Lotto. Soldier won't have the option of taking the easy way out by attacking a referee. It's no holds barred which means that he'll get finished off by my client one way or another. At which point I'll have my hands on a briefcase and Dim can parade around with his friends and brag about how they made it into the final rounds together.

Now, back to this tostada."

John takes a bite out of his crunchy meal and goes back to watching Dim running through the stands with his baby.]]> It's a calm sight inside of the Amalie Arena where the stage is fully constructed and has gone untouched for the past couple of hours. It likely that the workers wrapped things up shortly after lunch and cut out for the day. Everything in the arena is still, like an art exhibit, which is always strange to see when you're used to hearing the roaring crowd and seeing the athleticism that takes place in the ring. The design of the stage setup isn't as excessive as most themed shows. The massive X-Tron overlooks the entrance tunnel and is flanked by two banners. On one banner are the mugshots of the unusual team of "Dimourdow" and Unknown Soldier. On the other is the equally unusual team of Ricky Desmond and Peter Gilmour. If we go down the ramp and head towards ringside, we'll find a glass case which will eventually house the Lethal Lottery briefcase. We focus our attention on the stands which 20 thousand fans will file into tomorrow night. For now though it's only Dimallisher/Dim Gilmourdow/Dimourdow, whatever he's going by lately, and his manager John Madison. John is in a chair with his feet kicked up on a guardrail. He's eating a tostada and smoking a cigarette while he watches Dim run up and down the stairs. Next to John is Dim's baby; whatever the fuck it is. I don't believe the gender or name has been disclosed. For now it's just "Dim's fucking baby."

John Madison: "Are you sure that you don't want a tostada? I bought two, Dim."

Dim: "No! I don't want that wetback shit!"

The "wetback shit" that Dim is referring to is the garbage from Taco Bell that John is filling his pie hole with. I mean that literally too because there's a good chance that John fished it out of a garbage can behind the restaurant.

John Madison: "Oh come on, Dim. This is an American company we're talking about here. I didn't go to Mexico to get this delicious treat."

Dim: "I'm busy right now!"

John Madison: "Yeah, I guess you are. You've been at it for over an hour now. I haven't seen you train this hard since the Special Olympics."

Dim finally comes to a stopping point as he looks down at his Micky Mouse wrist watch.

Dim: "I guess you are right. I'll take five but then I'm goin' back to exercisin'."

John Madison: "I'm getting tired of looking after your kid too."

Dim: "It's only been five minutes, John! Earlier you had a custodian watchin' em'. He was pushin' my baby around in a God damn mop bucket."

John Madison: "Well, your kid is clean now. That's all that matters. I checked to make sure that the janitor had his CPR card too. Come on, I don't even know CPR. I paid him in bean burritos too."

Dim: "Well, it just ain't right to be handin' my kid off like that! You're my manager, you should be helpin' me with my child now that Sandy is gone!"

Dim is referring to Sandy Smith; his four hundred pound ex-wife and baby's mama who was recently murdered by Unknown Soldier.

John Madison: "Hey, it's not my fault! I told you morons that we shouldn't have gone to Satan's Hotel or whatever it was. You didn't listen to me so now Sandy is dead!"

Dim: "And your baby too, right?"

John Madison: "Dim, I told you that woman was crazy. I did not impregnate her!"

Dim: "Her dying words were that you forced yourself inside of her, unprotected."

John Madison: "That's what they all say, Dim! You can't trust these women. She was ready to make a pact with Satan and Unknown Soldier for fuck's sake. That's how you know that you can't trust some bitch. Satan, Dim! Satan! What would God and Jesus think? More importantly, who in the hell does Soldier think he is killing your ex-wife's baby like that."

Dim: "You make a good point, John. Maybe it is my fault that I left my little baby an orphan. He ain't got a mama now! That damn demon man killed her!"

John Madison: "That's what I'm saying! And another thing! I didn't see Peter jump in there to try to help when we were all gathered up at the altar. He talks about how he's an immortal and shit. Shouldn't he have been the one to stand up to Soldier?!"

Dim: "Peter might'a been scared! He lacks confidence when he's gotta go up against men who he thinks are stronger than he is. You saw that shit he was sayin' earlier about how Lane and CorPUSS were a challenge for him. How he felt like he might not have deserved to win."

John Madison: "That's some friend you have there. It sounds to me like you should ditch him. Yeah! You've carried his dead weight for too long now. I'm not saying that to be mean, I'm just giving you advice based off of what Peter said. You saw the promo; he admitted to the world that he didn't deserve to win against Corvus and Lane. No one even asked him, he just came out and said it. He said all of that

Quote:Peter: Itâ€™s true CorVus and Lane were the ONLY team that were a challenge for me in this tournament.

They gave me and you a run for our money I will say that.

Me and you defeated CorVus and Lane by the skin of our teeth.

You mentioned how I said CorVus â€œoverpowered meâ€. Let me be honest here, CorVus is very strong. He beat me like a red headed stepchild.

Quote:and now a third consecutive! CorVusâ€™ head again snaps in a violent mannerâ€¦ Gilmourdow covers again, this has to be over now,

ONEâ€¦.

TWOâ€¦.

THREâ€¦. OH MY GOD! Just as the refs hand was about to hit the mat, out of nowhere was Vinnie Lane connecting with fierce superkick to Dimâ€™s jaw, breaking the cover. The ref gets in Loverboyâ€™s grill, screaming at him and threatning to DQ his team.

is. He's been having the time of his life with month. And I've been here with you to lay out the story round by round while Dim does whatever ass kicking that I program into that half brain of his. What's interesting is that everyone buys into this idea of the whole tournament coming down to "chance" or luck. The truth of the matter is, it all came down to one man who's been pulling the strings this entire time: Me, John Madison. I leave nothing to chance. You could pair Dim with anyone on the roster whether it's Pest, Gilmour, or even Thunderbolt X; I would have ensured that Dim walked with his hand held high. Dim himself thinks that this tournament comes down to luck or faith, whatever shit he's on lately; but he doesn't comprehend the fact that I'm the one who's been in control all along. In a way, you're all like Dim; under my control with the 'fun' theme of this tournament serving as your veil in order to give you false hope. Hope that you stand a chance at making it to the end in John Madison's game. That's why Desmond and Peter won't win because like everyone else who has failed, they've fooled themselves into thinking that luck plays a factor in this tournament.

"Like I said earlier, Peter's openly confessed that Dim carried him through that last round. Desmond has confessed that he's still in it because of luck and his ability to survive while stronger partners sheltered him through the storm. While that might be a good strategy early on in the game, it won't work while having Peter as a partner and Dim as an opponent.

The only question that remains is how much punishment is Soldier willing to endure before he stays down and looks up as he's declared Mr. Lethal Lotto. Soldier won't have the option of taking the easy way out by attacking a referee. It's no holds barred which means that he'll get finished off by my client one way or another. At which point I'll have my hands on a briefcase and Dim can parade around with his friends and brag about how they made it into the final rounds together.

Now, back to this tostada."

John takes a bite out of his crunchy meal and goes back to watching Dim running through the stands with his baby.]]> <![CDATA[The night Is upon Us.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19331 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 23:48:47 -0700 The Fallen Angel]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19331

The Scene opens up with the burning words The Lost Souls, the words slowly burn out as the screen goes black after a few seconds it comes back and we see Chris "The Fallen Angel" Blood standing there looking into the camera as the lighting changes to black light and red, Chris sits there for a moment and then he begins to speak as he looks down.

Chris: So the night of Lethal Lottery 3 is upon us as the fans of The XWF Cheer into the Darkness, cheering so much and so loud the Amalie Arena in Tampa Bay, Florida his trembling and shacking.

Do you hear that, That is the sound of not only of the Fans of XWF but the disciple of The Lost Souls, and they are here to join my brother and I as we prepare to purify are opponents Scully and Maverick in pain.

Maverick like my brother said, you keep calling us the Lost Homos, when it obvious that the only two gay men here are you and your partner Scully, now I wont waste what little time I have left before my match tonight to sit here and tare you apart with me words I will wait do that in the ring with my in ring wrestling skills.

Maverick you sat there in your last promo talking about the men you beat...........no wait lost to and you were still trying to make yourself sound like you were better man in the ring then my brother and I. Well Maverick you have never faced the likes of me and my brother Scythe in the ring so don't get disappoint when you beating to a blooded pulp after facing Scythe and me.

Well just like my brother said in the fact, just because the men the you faced in the past were former and current champions does that make you the better man, yes you had those single matches and yes you have had tag matches, but that does not make it a proven fact that you better.

From what I have seen as of late with your tag team matches Maverick, you and Scully just don't seem to be on the same page and that will be your downfall. You see Scully and Maverick my brother and I have been tag teaming with each other sense we enter this great sport togetjer and we have won multipliable championships in the past, yes that doesn't matter here, or to you but the two of you will soon see that you two are not the better men.

Maverick and Scully the two of you are just like the rest of the pieces of shit in this fed who can't cut a promo to save theirs lives like the pieces of shit SAM, and that sorry ass excuse of a man Oni.

Tonight you two will truly have one of you toughest if not your toughest match of your careers. I'm still sticking with the fact that SAM the one you Manerick seem so interested in, only won his match against Scythe and I because the count was fast. But lets get back to how interested you are in SAM, could it be that the two of you are well together and could that be why he wears a bag on his head. Or are interested in your current partner I mean it seems like you might be, but I digress.

I just have a few more words before I end this.

Maverick you basically through a fit because we don't use Steve Sayors as our Interviewer. Well I'll give you a few reason don't use him. Reason number one he is not someone who likes to talk to heels because most of the time he gets his ass kick and he can't fight. Reason number two in my opinion he a shitty interviewer, Reason number three well he just plan scared to interview us because he knows that we would kick his fucking teeth down his throat. So Maverick don't you worry you little head about who the fuck we use to cut are interviews, and beside its none of your fucking business. An on top of that William Leads has been my brother's and mine interviewer sense before we even came to XWF, and we pay him........welll paid him good money to do so.

Now for you Scully I don't really hold anything against you because your a Fucking

and at times I don't think your even sure what you are saying. An I could give a rats ass about your pretend Tittles those were probably just given to you so you wouldn't go all

mass murderer on the XWF Staff and Talent, which brings me to you saying your going to get all

strong or what ever the fuck it was you said.

Scully you bring all the

strength you have or can muster it still isn't going to win you the match. Your partner and you disagree saying my bother and I aren't going to win because you have fought champions in the past. My brother and I disagree with you and say that the two of you are going to lose. Well

and

I guess the four of us will have to agree that we disagree.

Enough of this shit just get your sorry, sad, pathetic homosexually asses out to that ring and try and prove your the better team, because the way I see it you two are not the better team, and you are going to be the losing team.

Then my Brother and me will move on to the Tag team Tittle match because when it is all said and done my brother and I will be the Number one Contending Tag Team for the Tag Team tittles.

I'm done now get the fuck out of here, I have shit to do.

The Fallen Angel shove passed the camera crew and heads to the The Lost Souls' Locker room and the scene fade to black and the burning words The Lost Souls appear on the screen.

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The Scene opens up with the burning words The Lost Souls, the words slowly burn out as the screen goes black after a few seconds it comes back and we see Chris "The Fallen Angel" Blood standing there looking into the camera as the lighting changes to black light and red, Chris sits there for a moment and then he begins to speak as he looks down.

Chris: So the night of Lethal Lottery 3 is upon us as the fans of The XWF Cheer into the Darkness, cheering so much and so loud the Amalie Arena in Tampa Bay, Florida his trembling and shacking.

Do you hear that, That is the sound of not only of the Fans of XWF but the disciple of The Lost Souls, and they are here to join my brother and I as we prepare to purify are opponents Scully and Maverick in pain.

Maverick like my brother said, you keep calling us the Lost Homos, when it obvious that the only two gay men here are you and your partner Scully, now I wont waste what little time I have left before my match tonight to sit here and tare you apart with me words I will wait do that in the ring with my in ring wrestling skills.

Maverick you sat there in your last promo talking about the men you beat...........no wait lost to and you were still trying to make yourself sound like you were better man in the ring then my brother and I. Well Maverick you have never faced the likes of me and my brother Scythe in the ring so don't get disappoint when you beating to a blooded pulp after facing Scythe and me.

Well just like my brother said in the fact, just because the men the you faced in the past were former and current champions does that make you the better man, yes you had those single matches and yes you have had tag matches, but that does not make it a proven fact that you better.

From what I have seen as of late with your tag team matches Maverick, you and Scully just don't seem to be on the same page and that will be your downfall. You see Scully and Maverick my brother and I have been tag teaming with each other sense we enter this great sport togetjer and we have won multipliable championships in the past, yes that doesn't matter here, or to you but the two of you will soon see that you two are not the better men.

Maverick and Scully the two of you are just like the rest of the pieces of shit in this fed who can't cut a promo to save theirs lives like the pieces of shit SAM, and that sorry ass excuse of a man Oni.

Tonight you two will truly have one of you toughest if not your toughest match of your careers. I'm still sticking with the fact that SAM the one you Manerick seem so interested in, only won his match against Scythe and I because the count was fast. But lets get back to how interested you are in SAM, could it be that the two of you are well together and could that be why he wears a bag on his head. Or are interested in your current partner I mean it seems like you might be, but I digress.

I just have a few more words before I end this.

Maverick you basically through a fit because we don't use Steve Sayors as our Interviewer. Well I'll give you a few reason don't use him. Reason number one he is not someone who likes to talk to heels because most of the time he gets his ass kick and he can't fight. Reason number two in my opinion he a shitty interviewer, Reason number three well he just plan scared to interview us because he knows that we would kick his fucking teeth down his throat. So Maverick don't you worry you little head about who the fuck we use to cut are interviews, and beside its none of your fucking business. An on top of that William Leads has been my brother's and mine interviewer sense before we even came to XWF, and we pay him........welll paid him good money to do so.

Now for you Scully I don't really hold anything against you because your a Fucking

and at times I don't think your even sure what you are saying. An I could give a rats ass about your pretend Tittles those were probably just given to you so you wouldn't go all

mass murderer on the XWF Staff and Talent, which brings me to you saying your going to get all

strong or what ever the fuck it was you said.

Scully you bring all the

and

]]> <![CDATA[Uniting]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19330 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 23:45:02 -0700 Maverick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19330
"Who do I use as the Lost Girls? They suck so bad they don't even have action figures... Hmmmmm"

Scully looks at all the figures and picks out an old WCW one of Vampiro. Scully looks through them again and spots Gangrel. He adds Gangrel to the other three and picks out a referee figure. Scully grabs them all and takes them all over to the "arena". Scully then grabs a little plastic chair, a little ladder and a a little table which has crack in the middle for pretend breakage.
Skull sets the ladder, chair and table up. Scully has his laptop set up, on the youtube website. He then grabs "the fink", a Howard Finkel figure. Scully is ready and everything is set up. Scully then impersonates "The Fink" with his lisp.

"The following contest is a tag team, tables, ladders and chairs match. The winners will become the number 1 contenders for the XWF tag team Championship"

Scully thinks although it hurts, what the hell The Lost Souls theme song is. Scully decides to use this as their enterance.

Scully nods his head to the track as he brings out, Gangrel and the Vampiro figures down the ramp and then impersonates, Howard again.

"Making there way to the ring from the movie, Twilight... The Lost Girls.."

Scully puts both figures in the ring as he end's Gangrel over in front of Vampiro and pretends Vampiro is bumming Gangrel. He chuckles to himself and then plays Maverick's theme song.

He brings Maverick out, as he walks him down the ring and up the steps as he once impersonates "The Fink".

"And there opponents, introducing first... "The resident title shitter," Maverick"

Maverick is now in the ring facing his two opponents when Skull plays his own theme song.

"And his partner, from Birmingham, England. He is the XWFâ€™s resident

, Scully"

Scully enters himself and quickly put Scully in to the ring. He rings the makeshift bell, saying, "DING DING DING" He begins to impersonate Joey Styles.

"This should be a good contest."

Maverick quickly goes out side the ring with Vampiro in pursuit. All of a sudden, Maverick reaches under the ring and hits Vampiro with a chair. Meanwhile, Scully hits Gangrel with a superkick back in the ring..

"What a shot with the chair and a devastating superkick"

Scully puts Gangrel on a nearby table as the Scully figure climbs the ladder and attempts to lick his elbows. The Scully figure nails the elbow lick drop as the plastic table breaks. Maverick hits Scythe with a DDT on the plastic chair outside the ring. They both go for covers as the ref counts.

1...

2.......

3!

The Scully and Maverick figures celebrate by dancing around the ring as Scully is chuffed.

"Hmmm... I better call Mav the scav" Scully randomly decides to think. He whips out his phone, and goes to the keypad. However, instead of dialing what he thought was Maverick's number, he dialed 911! Scully sits back as the phone rings, not realizing his mistake.

"Emergency services department....."

With that Scully's eyes widen, hanging up the phone. Scully goes back to his keypad on his phone and dials Mav's number for real, fake yawning as the phone rings. On the second ring, Mav answers.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Hello... Mav... We did it.."

"Scully? That you?"

"Yep. Mav... we did it." There is no response on the other line, only a soft sigh. Scully begins to worry, and is starting to shout. "Mav... are you there? Can anyone hear me?"

"Sorry, I'm just trying to comprehend the idiocy you're spewing. What is it you're prattling on about?"

"Mav... we won..."

"Won what? Did you finally get a non- slutty girlfriend?"

"Natalie? She's not a Slut, she just likes getting frisky. We beat Gangrel and Vampiro"

"Don't tell me your still playing with those action figures like how you were back when we were gameplanning against Desmond and George." No response, only very loud panting on the other line. Mav waits for the panting to stop, but after a few seconds, he says, "Helllllooooooo? Earth to Scully!"

"Sorry, Mav the scav, but I was daydreaming... And Don't Diss my action figures or I'll pull your head off!"

"Ooooooh noooo! My action figure's head! Whatever will I do?" All of a sudden, laughter can be heard from Mav's end.

"What's so funny? I don't get it..."

The laughter stops all of a sudden as a loud facepalm can be heard. "Whatever. Look, we need to gameplan against our opponents, they dropped another promo on us. While I don't think it's any cause for concern, we might as well drop these rookies before we step into the ring."

"All I know is that Skit Rat thinks you're a bumder. Apparently you're hiding it, you're in the cupboard." Scully bursts out laughing.

Mav can be heard doing a decent imitation of Scully's voice. "Uh, hey, I'm Scully! What's so funny?"

"Wow... Pretty good, for you, anyway. You're still a turd burglar"

"'Turd burglar?' Really? That's what it's come down to? I'd thought I'd make a harmless joke with the imitation, but I thought you'd know I didn't shit on that belt. I mean, aren't we supposed to be cooperating?"

"Mav... I thought I was the

. Turd burglar is the same as shit stabber. It means you take it up the gully not like Scully"

"Sure, you keep thinking up your delusional little fantasies. I'm starting to wonder if that Twilight reject was right in calling you a homo."

"He called me a homo? I thought it was you, he called a homo?! So you're not gay?"

"He called the both of us homos, dipshit."

"Oh... Why? I'm not gay, it doesn't make sense. They're a pair of blood and cock sucking assbandits"

"Exactly! Hence why I call them the Lost Homos. They try to pull up scientific facts on us, saying that whenever we say someone is gay frequently, that means we're gay as well. Twilight Reject #1 made himself look like a dumbass for two reasons. One, he said usually. That doesn't mean we're not a part of the minority here. And number two, he also called us a homo quite frequently in that promo."

"I've never heard anyone go on so much about bumming men as he did, even Frodo doesn't talk about being homo like Skit Rat did"

"And I think we can agree that's a goddamned achievement."

"Did we really just disagree?"

"I think you mean agree. And yes, we did."

"Woah.... You know what Mav?"

"What is it?"

"Well in my promo, I said that management had it in for me, putting me with you, again! Well, I think they have it in for both of us, putting us against those pair of losers. Could have at least give us a challenge, you know what I mean?"

"EXACTLY! I mean, fuck, Lucius Fyre and Thundershit X would have been a better choice than the Lost Homos."

"I know a win would be nice but this is too easy. I won't even have to break a leg in this one"

"You mean sweat... right? But really, did they just underestimate us that much? I mean, fuck, this is a goddamn pay- per- view! They don't want to pay to see squash matches! If the paying people want to see which one manages to fit their balls into the other's mouth, that's why we have Madness!"

Scully bursts out laughing... He begins to snort like a pig as he laughs. "That was funny....Mav. Your alright, kid!" Scully stops himself from laughing.

"Yeah, I guess when you're not acting like a

, you can be decent too."

"We friends now? Buddies? Wanna come round and play with my figures?"

"No. I mean, we're friends, sure, but I'm not playing with children's toys."

"They're not children's, Maverick. The minimum age is like 3+ but they're is no maximum age. You can play with toys when you're 80 if you want too."

"Hence 'if I want to.' And I don't. Sorry."

A sigh of sorrow escapes from Scully before he speaks again. "Okay... Wanna go to Disneyland then?"

"No."

"What do you wanna do then? You're no fun!"

"Fine. We'll go to Disneyland-- AFTER we get our bonus from our imminent win of the Tag Titles."

"Really? They have Anna and Elsa there now. They might even have Olaf"

"I think I'm going to regret this, but... yes. Really."

All of a sudden, Maverick can hear Scully shouting and getting excited in the background... Scully is jumping up and down like he won the lottery.

"I knew I was going to regret tha- wait, why are there police sirens blaring? Scully!"

Scully comes back to the phone, sounding worried. "Mav, the pigs are here. What do I do?"

"I don't know?! Why are they even here in the first place?"

"Erm... I rang 911 before I rang you, it was by accident. I didn't say anything, I just hung up... Shall I blame the dog? Oh.. I don't have a dog. Help me"

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?! Argh, fuck. I'll try and see about bailing you out, just go peacefully--" Mav hears the front door barge open. "Shit."

Scully puts the phone on loud speaker as he creeps on the landing. He takes a deep breath... "Okay here goes..."

Scully then runs down the stairs but trips and bumps all the way to the bottom. The phone slides across the hall way.

"Are you okay, son?"

Scully hit his head and is unconscious.

"What the fuck?! Scully? You there?"

After a few seconds of no response, Mav shakes his head, flips off his phone, and goes out to his car, ready to drive to Scully's town to bail him out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I didn't address much else of Scythe's promo besides him calling me and Scully out on our supposed faggotry. This part is basically dedicated to the remaining parts. Now then, let's take this one garbled, abysmal, grammatically incorrect sentence from our opponents, yeah?"

Twilight Reject #1 Said:Maverick you have had some fights I see, and yes you beaten and lost to some great men, but no matter how much you talk about the man you have fought or been against does not make you the better man. Which brings me to these quotes from your promo.

You Said and I quote.

Quote:"Faced John Samuels, former Trios Champ, former Universal Champ, et cetra, basically think everything you will be unable to accomplish because you two are homos, multiple times. I even beat him once. So that's one opponent you two can't measure up to."

Well for starters you should of put and "I" before that, Secondly Who the hell is John Samuels I have never seen or heard of this guy before. No offence to him but I really don't see how that makes you better then me Or my brother Chris, Maverick. An yet you once again use the Term Homos about my brother and me.

"I never said who I previously fought made me the better man. Don't try and mix up my words. No, I merely pointed out who you faced, because your not- so- secret- lover, Twilight Reject #2 said this."

Twilight Reject #2 Said:Maverick and Scully The get ready for one of, if not thee hardest match of your lives, because soon you will be lost in darkness and all your current dreams for a shot at the World Tag Team Titles will be lost and taken from you.

Quote:Maverick and Scully The get ready for one of, if not thee hardest match of your lives

Quote:get ready for one of, if not thee hardest match of your lives

Quote:thee hardest match of your lives

"See where I'm getting at? I was just merely disproving your brother's/lover's theories about this being the hardest match of my life. No, this isn't the hardest match of my life, this will never be the hardest match of my life, and you two should kill yourselves for thinking this will be the hardest match of my life."

"What else do we have here..."

"First off, you really shouldn't be criticizing me about grammar, when your pretty piss- poor at it yourself."

"Wait... this guy doesn't know who John Samuels is? ..."

"..."

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"You two- hah- you two are so fucking pitiful right now. There is no redeeming quality about you. You two are Twilight rejects, Lost Homos, incest lovers, and you don't know who the great competitors of yesteryear were, like Sid Feder. Angelus. You probably wouldn't know about Karl Cross, had he not come back. Seriously. Just quit right now, and go back to whatever incestual lifestyle you once had before trying to play your hand in the big leagues."

"Now, let's see what else we have here..."

Twilight Reject #1 Said:
Quote:"I also faced Gator. One of the longest reigning TV Champs, only behind Azreal Erebus, and also another former Uni Champ. While I didn't beat him, that's still yet another opponent you two can't measure up to. Do you see where I'm getting at?"

Maverick........Maverick.... You literately just stated that your a loser. Once again your talking about a former opponent not the opponents you will be facing, and once again you still think that makes you better then my brother and I. So what if you faced Gator one of the longest reigning TV Champs. Hell Gator was probably annoyed and Insulated that he ever had to even face a loser like you.

Yes Maverick you have faced some great opponents but that doesn't mean shit on how well your going to be against you present and future opponents.

"For him prattling on and on about future opponents, refer to the point I made about his brother/lover claiming that this will be the 'toughest' match of my life."

"About me being a loser? I'm just fessing up about my mistakes. I'll be the first to admit, I've had some fucked up shit happen to me in my life. Mainly, stemming from my father's death when I was seventeen, which was that 'private' thing you referred to earlier. As such, sometimes I'm not at 100% mental capability, but there are times I do legitimately lose, and I'm not afraid to fess up to it."

"You see? He can't even defend himself against some of the points I made, like him being a Twilight reject and such. What hope does he have beating me and Scully?"

"And before I sign off? Christopher? Tick. Tock."]]>
"Who do I use as the Lost Girls? They suck so bad they don't even have action figures... Hmmmmm"

Scully looks at all the figures and picks out an old WCW one of Vampiro. Scully looks through them again and spots Gangrel. He adds Gangrel to the other three and picks out a referee figure. Scully grabs them all and takes them all over to the "arena". Scully then grabs a little plastic chair, a little ladder and a a little table which has crack in the middle for pretend breakage.
Skull sets the ladder, chair and table up. Scully has his laptop set up, on the youtube website. He then grabs "the fink", a Howard Finkel figure. Scully is ready and everything is set up. Scully then impersonates "The Fink" with his lisp.

"The following contest is a tag team, tables, ladders and chairs match. The winners will become the number 1 contenders for the XWF tag team Championship"

Scully thinks although it hurts, what the hell The Lost Souls theme song is. Scully decides to use this as their enterance.

"And his partner, from Birmingham, England. He is the XWFâ€™s resident

Twilight Reject #1 Said:Maverick you have had some fights I see, and yes you beaten and lost to some great men, but no matter how much you talk about the man you have fought or been against does not make you the better man. Which brings me to these quotes from your promo.

You Said and I quote.

Quote:"Faced John Samuels, former Trios Champ, former Universal Champ, et cetra, basically think everything you will be unable to accomplish because you two are homos, multiple times. I even beat him once. So that's one opponent you two can't measure up to."

Well for starters you should of put and "I" before that, Secondly Who the hell is John Samuels I have never seen or heard of this guy before. No offence to him but I really don't see how that makes you better then me Or my brother Chris, Maverick. An yet you once again use the Term Homos about my brother and me.

Twilight Reject #2 Said:Maverick and Scully The get ready for one of, if not thee hardest match of your lives, because soon you will be lost in darkness and all your current dreams for a shot at the World Tag Team Titles will be lost and taken from you.

Quote:Maverick and Scully The get ready for one of, if not thee hardest match of your lives

Quote:get ready for one of, if not thee hardest match of your lives

Quote:thee hardest match of your lives

Twilight Reject #1 Said:
Quote:"I also faced Gator. One of the longest reigning TV Champs, only behind Azreal Erebus, and also another former Uni Champ. While I didn't beat him, that's still yet another opponent you two can't measure up to. Do you see where I'm getting at?"

Maverick........Maverick.... You literately just stated that your a loser. Once again your talking about a former opponent not the opponents you will be facing, and once again you still think that makes you better then my brother and I. So what if you faced Gator one of the longest reigning TV Champs. Hell Gator was probably annoyed and Insulated that he ever had to even face a loser like you.

Yes Maverick you have faced some great opponents but that doesn't mean shit on how well your going to be against you present and future opponents.

It also takes considerable knowledge to know when you're beat . . .

At the end of a rope . . .

Tell me, Knight.

What drives you?

What force of nature pulls you out of bed each morning?

Could it be the one emotion you seem to flaunt the most? Hope?

Whether you think so or not, after all the anger, the doubt, and the fear. . . You have hope. You hope to make enough scrap to make a living. You hope to be able to eat every night. You hope to win this match.

Hope.

I do apologize for missing the one emotion . . . Fear. Listen friend, I'm far too busy to look any further past our previous session. I'm sure you've had plenty of run-ins with fear. In fact, I sense a little bit of fear reeking off of you right now. You're just a giant bowling pot of emotions, aren't you Mister Knight?

You're still missing the confidence though. One of the most important key factors. It doesn't matter the age, the height, the weight, the style, the skill . . . . . . . . . . . . Confidence, my friend. Confidence is the deadliest of weapons and you lack every bit of it. To this day, even after I've mentioned it. It's sad, Mister Knight.

But wait.

What's that?

Aha. It was just a feeble attempt of you sounding like a threat. Like there was a slight flare of confidence there. What a dud.

Prove me wrong will you? In what aspect? The fact that your record is less than point five hundred and you were handed the now defunct Television Title to go on and lose to Gator again? It doesn't sound like the guy that's going to win the Universal Title. I'm sure if you're proving me wrong, you'll be proving a lot of people wrong that night. I don't think you've done much to surprise anyone around here. Since you've arrived you had that little bit of spunk to your step, and yes, you didn't realize what you were getting into apparently! Well, just a week prior was when the Doctor debuted! I had the same spunk to my step, and I never lost it, my friend. I knew exactly what I was getting into and I bit off more than Peter Gilmour's mother could handle. I then chewed it up and spat it out back out. I'm going to do the same to you, Mister Knight. Just as I did to you before. You're finally putting all of the focus on me? Well, bravo!

Bravo!! Bravo!! Whistle!! Clap!! Hooray!

Where was the focus going to be then? TJ Wallace? The guy you can't pin? Well, you can, but that'd be the stupidest thing anyone's ever done. So yeah, Mister Wallace, I hope you've been watching and received Mister Knight's little message. The stip works both ways. So hopefully now, you're both on the same page and realize what type of threat you're facing. Not just that, the opportunity that will probably never poke it's head out for you again. This isn't the X-Treme Title boys. I'm not just going to defend the title to anyone who wishes a shot. Playing around with the likes of you two is bad enough. Like I said, just a few weeks ago I was defending my X-Treme Title against TJ Wallace and a few other worthless members of the XWF roster. I've never seen such advancement from doing nothing in my entire life. I worked for everything that I have here and you're surprised of the fame I've reached because of my age? How many times do we have to go over this, Mister Knight. I am ageless. This feeble man that is going to rip you limb from limb at the Lethal Lottery pay-per-view, is just a symbol. If I would stand in front of you for what I truly am, an unstoppable fire breathing monster that can't and won't die, my mission here would be in such jeopardy.

I'm only kidding. Let's move away from the subject of 'age', as it's completely irrelevant for what's going to transpire at this point.

Now, I'm going to go back a couple of days here. You keep mentioning how lucky I am here and I'm over that. I just laugh at the fact that you look at everything I've done having any thanks given to 'luck'. Anyway, you mentioned my luck coming straight out of a nineties sport's movie. I couldn't help but notice you must have been watching a few of those lately yourself.

Mister Aerial Knight Said:"Exactly my point to Fernando. I know that I've beaten Doc because he grilled the insides of Wyatt Reynolds, I know that victory wasn't originally mine, but I held that name up high because it shows that I have a prestigious name under my belt. With D'Ville on my win list, I have to prove to the world that I deserve to have that man remain on my win list. And the best way of doing that? Giving it my all and not letting anyone stop me. You didn't think that was important to you, but to me, I have proof that I'm not just another man to be taken lightly. You call me a friend, a twit, a stupid mother fucker that should have been lobotomized when he first showed his mug, but no matter what you call me, I'm going to take those names and prove to you, the audience, the men in the back, and myself that I can go toe to toe with one of the best and have him on edge."

Now that is some inspirational stuff there. I don't usually pick apart too much from anything you people say, but why not? Let's have a quick go at it.

You've beaten me? If you consider me "grilling the insides of Wyatt Reynolds" and getting disqualified after I pinned him and won the match "beating me" then sure.

. . .

You're just goofy, I think. You have to prove to the world that you deserve to have me remain on your win list? What in tarnation are you talking about? Okay, so you're looking to brag about beating me like that? You're going to make this loss coming up twice as hard on yourself aren't you, Knight?

Edge? I see no edge here, sir. Just the end of this rope you and Mister Wallace have left me hanging from all week. Dead as a door nail. Mister Knight, I'm aware you've never been much of an enthusiastic individual, but I have to admit I expect a little more than what you've brought this week.

Bah.

Listen to me.

Every week it seems I'm talking down to my patients. Telling them I'm disappointed in them and expected so much more out of them. Have I failed as a Doctor? Have I failed in rescuing the many, many XWF'r's from their terrible demons? Hm. Perhaps I, myself, am losing my cool these days. It seems I've been harder and harder on my patients as time went on and my stay in the XWF became longer and longer. I've always been the ruthless type and I've always enjoyed a good match with flexible rules, which made the XWF a perfect home for the Doctor. Gator pointed it out to me, however, that the fire below me was blazing and I was boiling hotter than ever. It appears to have worked, though. I know I've always told you, Mister Knight, don't let your emotions take control of you, but perhaps you should take some lessons from Mastermind. A few sessions with the good Doctor and he's a new man. Reaching in the past for some old tricks and some old attitudes and the guy's on the brink of becoming the new Intercontinental Champion. One of XWF's rejects, I suppose? Ha. Mastermind's been a ticking time bomb for ages now and it just took the Doctor to set the timer. Instead of arguing and having fist fights with yourself, Mister Knight, you should reason with those demons and use them to your advantage. Meanwhile, finish your search for the confidence and courage, you still need them as well.

So here we are. The end of the line. It's been a splendid ride gentlemen, and I do hope you take this as a lesson. Opportunities could arise in strange places and even after months and months of failure, anything could happen. This is the XWF, after all. Where the action never stops. Ever. Even if it takes putting two worthless scrubs into a match with the Universal Champion just to fill up a card. Fret not, however, Mister Knight and Mister Wallace, you'll be back in your element soon enough. Maybe you'll be involved in a Number One Contender's Match for the Hart Championship after our well anticipated conclusion between the Loverboy and Cain! Or, perhaps you'll be involved in a battle royal for the right to face the Number One Contender for the X-Treme Title before he faces the champ, Unknown Soldier? The possibilities are endless, and I suppose that's why your efforts haven't been. Which is the biggest disappoint of all. The two of you aren't going to learn anything. This is just another day in the office for the two of you. You're going to end the end shift, clock out, go home, and start again tomorrow with one more tally in your losses column. One more missed opportunity. And one Universal Title shot you're going to wish you could have taken back. At least now you both should realize where the true threats in this federation lie. It's not with Defiance. It's not in the Underground. It's not in the Asylum. It's right here. It's the ruler of the army. It's the King of the XWF. It's the Universal Champion. I did everything that I've done here without an army backing me and I could continue to do the same. The army of loyalists are here on the own accord and the choose to provide me with their services and their arms.

As the night and your eyes come to a close tonight boys, I don't want you to think ahead of what it's going to feel like to be brushed aside by the new unstoppable force in the XWF. Don't dream of failing tomorrow night and losing another opportunity to greatness. I want you to think past Lethal Lottery. Think far past it. As I've said, title shots and other opportunities seem to be around EVERY corner around here. Think about how comfortable you're going to feel when you're back down in the bottom where you belong. Now, judging by the cycle of things around here, I'm sure this will not be the last time we'll ever meet inside the ring. Which is perfectly fine! We've all come a long way since our first encounter even! I couldn't possibly imagine watching the Knight evolve for Doc versus Knight Three! On that note, if you boys get impatient and want another quick stab at the good Doctor, don't be shy. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. My doors are always open and I'm always looking for a new patient to help.

]]> "It takes considerable knowledge just to realize the extent of your own ignorance."

â€• Thomas Sowell

It also takes considerable knowledge to know when you're beat . . .

Mister Aerial Knight Said:"Exactly my point to Fernando. I know that I've beaten Doc because he grilled the insides of Wyatt Reynolds, I know that victory wasn't originally mine, but I held that name up high because it shows that I have a prestigious name under my belt. With D'Ville on my win list, I have to prove to the world that I deserve to have that man remain on my win list. And the best way of doing that? Giving it my all and not letting anyone stop me. You didn't think that was important to you, but to me, I have proof that I'm not just another man to be taken lightly. You call me a friend, a twit, a stupid mother fucker that should have been lobotomized when he first showed his mug, but no matter what you call me, I'm going to take those names and prove to you, the audience, the men in the back, and myself that I can go toe to toe with one of the best and have him on edge."

]]> <![CDATA[No Seven Nation Army]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19326 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 21:01:08 -0700 DYLANGEORGE]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19326 the band begins playing a rendition of Seven Nation Army:

As the music begins to heighten,The Nightmare himself appears on the stage. He's carrying a giant protest sign, which is really nothing more than a big white poster board nailed to paint peeling fence picket. The sign reads:

S.A.M FOR PRESIDENT 2016

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JIM ROSS: S.A.M for President? What the hell is that written underneath of it Brain?

BOBBY HEENAN: I couldn't tell you J.R., only idiots would take the time to read a sentence written backwards.

As The Nightmare is marching down the ramp the band begins to follow along still banging on their drums and wailing through their trumpets, while he's motioning his arm that's holding the sign up and down, as if the sign were a baton.

He spots a little

boy smiling in a wheelchair sitting in the front row, at first mistaking him for Scully. This poor boy was sure to have been conceived during some debaucherous sexual escapade between Hero Xtreme 7.9 and one of the numerous smutty, drug and disease ravaged transients he gloats about sleeping with. Our villain and finds it somewhere within his blackened heart to make the boys day. He gives the special little man the S.A.M signâ€¦ the boys face droops with confusion.

The Nightmare enters the ring to a shower of boos and trash pelting from the fans. He pays it no mind, walking to the opposite side of the ring and practically ripping a microphone from Howard Finkel's hand, the band surrounds the outside of the ring and continues to play as The Nightmare begins to at first melodiously speak along to the chorus of the song:

â€œI'm going to fight them offâ€¦
A Seven Nation Army couldn't hold me backâ€¦â€

Some of the fans in the crowd who obviously like that particular song can be heard singing the rest of the lyrics...

â€œThey're gunna' rip it off!
Takin' their time right behind my back!â€

The Nightmare pauses for a moment, the camera panning closer to his face.

â€œThough I may be facing off against eight men in this very ring less than twenty-four hours from tonight at Lethal Lottery IIIâ€¦ Even those 'competitors' of mine who have yet to make their presence felt this week still have a better chance of winning the match than Hero Xtreme 7.9, hence the fact that I've arrived here tonight the trumpets of this particular song. Hero that is truthfully how horrible you are, there is nothing and I mean absolutely nothing you can do to save yourself from the merciless beating I'm going to give to youâ€¦ Hero, March 28th will be the final moment of your brief, bullshit filled career here in XWF. The only regret I having going into this match with you is that I only get twenty minuets to listen to you beg for your meaningless life. With that I'm done wasting my time with you Hero, you're finished.â€

The Nightmare begins slowly walking back and forth in front of the ropes facing the entrance way,

â€œYou know I find it quite fascinating that XWF even airs promo videos such as these...â€

The Nightmare motions to the Xtron that begins streaming a video of S.A.M's latest promo work,

Quote:'Now, now sodomy? What is that? Some childish comment calling me the proper term for anal intercourse?'

Quote:'You can get pins even if you are carried. Desmond did all the work and MR. Patato sack scrambled in on his hands and knees before pinning your opponent for the 1, 2, 3.'

â€œFirst of all S.A.M I'm truly saddened to find that you consider using the word 'sodomy' as such a scholarly acronym for the tern anal sex. I'm almost certain it would be the only one attainable from a Meriem-Websterâ€¦ yet that idea of using real wordage simply baffles the lot of you- well if nothing else this at least gives me a bit more insight to level of mentality you contrarily cultured cretins possess.

I guess I could stoop to level you're comfortable competing against, level such as Hero Xtreme's and ramble off things like:

'NOCMM starts fucking the hot chick rough.'

But never mind all of that S.A.M, since you're still insisting that I was carried through the Lethal Lottery and that Ricky Desmond...Ricky Desmond? Are you serious S.A.M? Since you're still insisting that Ricky Desmond did or does ANY work whatsoever I'd suggest that you take that fucking paper bag off of your head and actually watch, rather than run your mouth about matches you weren't even in this league yet to see. Or if you're like me and really enjoy wearing that mask, just cut some holes in itâ€¦ it does wonders I promise.

But I'm done with you S.A.M, just like Hero Xtreme, there is no chance in hell that you're going to walk into this ring tomorrow night and still be standing after that twenty minuet time limit is up, though I do appreciate that you'll be trying and making it fun for me, in the end your fate will be one with all of the others.â€

The Nightmare just stands there for a moment, sulking in a roar of boos from the crowd as the marching band finishes their song. His head raises a bit as if he's taking in a long deep breath... atop of the entrance way another group of people emerge from behind the curtain dressed like The Nightmare, lining up in front of the Xtron. As the band tunes up, the group at the top of the ramp act as a choirâ€¦

The Nightmare raises the microphone back toward his mask, looking directly into the camera now,

â€œKarl Cross...â€

He softly speaks,

â€œIf I were a man who bolstered himself as such a pervading presence, such a force to be reckoned with, such as you do bolster yourself Karl... then I believe I'd strongly reconsider worrying so deeply about the way in which another man speaks, maybe it's just me, but I believe I'd worry much more about what that man is capable ofâ€¦

For the first time, ALL OF YOU!â€

The Nightmare motions his arm out to the crowd as if her were speaking to the world,

â€œ...will have disclosed in the most general way the level of destruction that I'm capable of- If I am Mr. Holland then this ring, arena and every element of it will be used to construct my Opus! It will be a showing unlike anything any of you have witnessed!â€

The Nightmare slows down a bit, refocusing his comments on Karl Cross,

â€œI find it funny Karl, judging from your recent promo shoot your memory is a bit impaired isn't it? You sadly screamed at S.A.M and I during a some tedious ten minuet tirade about how you never claimed to have been a great wrestler in the past here at XWF, so on and so forth. You were upset that I had called you out for being suspiciously missing from the history books, blah, blah and blah, blah. Well let's just return to your previous promo work then Karl, let's find out what you actually did sayâ€

On the Xtron Karl Cross's first promo for the Lethal Lottery III match is being streamed,

Quote:'I do wonder whether my opponents see it as blessing or a curse to be booked against Karl Cross in his return match to the XWF. On one hand it could used as a fantastic rub to even be allowed to share the same ring as me.''

Quote:Despite being a relative infant amongst the 'experienced' XWF grown ups, you have made a few points of note in your short XWF career. Come Lethal Lottery I'm going to slap that hand that keeps trying to steal a plat from the adult's table and knock you off that big boy seat because you're just too small for it.'

S.A.M FOR PRESIDENT 2016

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â€œThey're gunna' rip it off!
Takin' their time right behind my back!â€

Quote:'Now, now sodomy? What is that? Some childish comment calling me the proper term for anal intercourse?'

Quote:'You can get pins even if you are carried. Desmond did all the work and MR. Patato sack scrambled in on his hands and knees before pinning your opponent for the 1, 2, 3.'

Quote:'I do wonder whether my opponents see it as blessing or a curse to be booked against Karl Cross in his return match to the XWF. On one hand it could used as a fantastic rub to even be allowed to share the same ring as me.''

Quote:Despite being a relative infant amongst the 'experienced' XWF grown ups, you have made a few points of note in your short XWF career. Come Lethal Lottery I'm going to slap that hand that keeps trying to steal a plat from the adult's table and knock you off that big boy seat because you're just too small for it.'

â€œNow Karl if those weren't just a few of the soon to be exposed pompous parables perfidiously promoting your pleas of precociousness in all things wrestling related- then I guess I've got you all wrong. OOPPS! There I go again with the alliterationâ€¦ oh well, what the Dickens? I've always been a fan of Charles.

Even funnier though Karl, is how in those same breathes your hypocrisy contradicted yourself again dear boy! While you're so against, and tired of hearing 'dark and supernatural gimmicks' such as what you claim I am, it's seems as if you mustered up ALL of your malevolent might and were able to rant about things from my vessel, Dylan George's past that have yet to be disclosed to ANYONE in the XWF realm. You've ventured as far as to claim that you've rerouted my persona, and that I've changed who I am simply to combat you? What you're finding now is that I'm but a rotting onion- the more layer you peel off, the more vile and odious you'll find me to be as you trudge down this daunting road that is The Nightmare.

It seems as if you're truly nothing more than what you claim to hate- another clichÃ©, holier, mightier, brainier than thou wrestler rambling off at the mouth in the third person as if anyone hasn't heard the same crap over and again already. For fuck sake Karl! I'm pleading with you now!â€

The Nightmare drops to his knees and is now clutching the microphone with his hands together as if he is praying, getting very animated with head gestures, and with his arm as he starts reaching it out toward the sky as if he is talking to someone who is so far above his reach,

â€œCome down from there Karl! Forget about this Freudian facade you've created for yourself and allow your ego to be humbled! Come down and refute your claims of being far and beyond from normal men! Refute your claims of astute intellectual prowess, and that no one in this match is worthy standing in the ring with you! Now is a your chance Karl, I'm offering you a way outâ€¦.â€

Nothing happens, and of course Karl doesn't showâ€¦ The Nightmare returns to his feet. He beings almost whispering now

â€œSo be it then Karlâ€¦ I'll do your dirty work for you then, I'll be the one to show you that ugly reflection in the proverbial mirror that you so fear could possibly your ownâ€¦ I've got a news flash Karl- it is you. Just as I've proven time and again, I'm willing to take things to that extra peevish mile, the totality of my vile virtues will be here...â€

The Nightmare motions at the mat,

â€œFor all of you to enjoy! From the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent, and who'd of thought, the clown wearing the burlap...â€

The Nightmare chuckles,

â€œ...would reign supreme in each of your bitter endings.â€

The music ends, the lights fade, and The Nightmare has ended...]]> <![CDATA[10 minutes and Counting Until Lethal Lottery 3]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19325 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 20:52:59 -0700 Priest]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19325

-Tommy- I thought I missed you I was expecting to already be heading down to the Ring.

-Priest- I have a few minutes before I have to head down. Well everything has been set Tommy make yourself at home.

-Tommy-Trust me bro I will, I have been waiting to see this match all week. Good luck out there Priest It a shame they never put me in to Replace Justin Sane.

-Priest- Yeah it sucks we would of torn that ring up with are high flying skill. Well I have to get down to the Entrance to the Arena get myself ready for my music to hit and head out to the ring I'll see you back here after the match.

-Tommy- Good Luck bro, By the way there is a camera crew just outside the VIP room in the hallway I think they want to get a last few words from you.

-Priest- Thanks Tommy I'll see you in about 45mins.

Priest Shakes Tommy's hand one more time and heads Back into the VIP box room as the girls let out one more scream as he waves good-bye to them. Priest then heads through the room and out the door to the Hallway where he see one of the XWF's camera crews with Steve Sayors. Steve and The Camera Crew walk up to Priest, Steve Sayors turns his microphone on and test it then he brings the mic up to his lips to speak, and ask Priest a few questions before his match. The camera crew, Sayors, and Priest head to the arena entrance as they speak.

Sayors: Priest The time is here Lethal Lottery 3 has Officially started and your in the very first match of the night against eight other man. Are you ready?

-Priest- Yes Steve I am. This match is a big one for me it is my first match here for the XWF and it is for the number one contender ship for the X-treme Championship.

-Sayors- A lot of them men you will be facing seem to be doing nothing but talking shit on you calling you a rookie and that your part of the Lost Souls. How do you feel about that?

-Priest- Well for starters they can call me a rookie all they want but I have been Pro wrestling for many years now, yeah I know to most of the guys in the back that doesn't mean shit and the way they see it because I'm new to XWF that I'm a rookie, well they can think that but I'll prove that once the match starts that I am no rookie.

Now as for me being a part of the Lost Souls. The Lost souls can go fuck themselves and so can all the guys whom are assuming that I'm one of The Lost Souls. Are all you fucktards stupid did you not see them jump me 2 weeks ago when I was at Madness introducing myself, they jump me in the ring and beat me down and nailed me with the fucking finishers, But yet you all think I am a part of them. Well fuck you I'm not!!

Steve I can tell you and all those idiots who are once again assuming That I'm part of The Lost Souls, I am in no way apart of those guys little cult of pain, I don't need their sorry asses to help me in anyway.

I also seem to remember challenging Chris 'The Fallen Angel" Blood to a match here at this very Paper Per View. So why the Fuck would I be part of the Lost Souls or Scythe fucking follower?

-Steve- Priest Thunderbolt X did a little rap with you in it I believe it want something Like this.

Steve Sayors starts to sing the rop the Thunderbolt X did of Priest. Clearing his throat he begins.

-Sayors- Thunderbolt X- â€œI have a ton of respect for you Priest, as you aren't a heelâ€
â€œBut unfortunately for you, you won't be winning the match, so I ask, how does it feel?â€
â€œPriest your walking into Lethal Lottery as one of the 10 menâ€
â€œI don't like your odds, in fact I see your ass getting kicked over and over againâ€
â€œBut don't worry about that Priest, just sit back and relaxâ€
â€œJust don't go thinking about Lethal Lottery and your 10 major impactsâ€
â€œI'm getting bored with Priest so I'll choose another guyâ€

Priest just looks at Sayors and face palms him shaking his head with discus, Priest looks at Steve who is about to sing the rap again and rips the mic out of Sayors hand and looks at him, it almost looks like he wants to slap the taste out of Steve's mouth, but he turns that look into a smile and brings the mic to his lips to speak.

-Priest- Steve please just stop. I really don't need to hear that really bad rap again from your mouth. I'm sorry I really fucking hate rap with a passion and I really fucking hate hearing it.

Now Thunderbolt X You say you have a ton of respect for me but less then half way through your little crappy rap you go right along with disrespecting and trash talking me just like every other waste of space that is going to be in that ring tonight. You know Thunderbolt X I had respect for you until you did the piece of shit rap. You say that you respect me because I'm not a heel. Well thank you for that but right after that you you started rapping and all you did was insult me and make my ears bleed.

Thunderbolt X I'm not here to hear you rap or listen to you talk shit about me and how you see me getting kick over and over again in the ring by you and everyone else. Thunderbolt X Why don't you just shut the fuck up and back you fucking words up, Because the way I see it is your going to be kick over and over again and I'll make sure that I put my foot up the side of your face as I stump it into the ground over and over again.

You see Thunderbolt X I'm not here to make friends I'm here to get championships and get wins no mater what the cost.. Thunderbolt X If your still standing after the match which I'm pretty damn sure you and I will be, because the way I see it, it is going to be me or you getting that last pin, when that happens you'll know what the meaning of respect is.

-Sayors- Hero X-Treme 7.9 official spoke person is still talking shit on you and all your opponents do you have anything to say to him.

-Priest- Yeah his promos still suck and I'm really to think he is the biggest Fucktard of them all and he really should stop worshipping a False god. As a mater of fact the one god being the true god made the ten commandments and I feel I should remind those idiots NOCMM and Hero Xtreme 7.9 of the top two commanments.

1.You shall have no other gods before Me.

2.You shall not make idols.

An what that means NOCMM and Hero Xtreme 7.9, you are claiming false godhood and you shall be Stricken down by the one true god and all his light.

Priest looks at Steve Sayors and then looks down the hallway.

-Priest- Stave I really need to go my match is about start. Show enjoy the show.

-Sayors- I will Priest, thank you for taking the time to speak with me and the fans. Good luck out there kid I'm pulling for you.

The Scene ends and fades to black as we here Priest being announced for his match in the ring.

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-Tommy- I thought I missed you I was expecting to already be heading down to the Ring.

-Priest- I have a few minutes before I have to head down. Well everything has been set Tommy make yourself at home.

-Tommy-Trust me bro I will, I have been waiting to see this match all week. Good luck out there Priest It a shame they never put me in to Replace Justin Sane.

-Priest- Yeah it sucks we would of torn that ring up with are high flying skill. Well I have to get down to the Entrance to the Arena get myself ready for my music to hit and head out to the ring I'll see you back here after the match.

-Tommy- Good Luck bro, By the way there is a camera crew just outside the VIP room in the hallway I think they want to get a last few words from you.

-Priest- Thanks Tommy I'll see you in about 45mins.

Priest Shakes Tommy's hand one more time and heads Back into the VIP box room as the girls let out one more scream as he waves good-bye to them. Priest then heads through the room and out the door to the Hallway where he see one of the XWF's camera crews with Steve Sayors. Steve and The Camera Crew walk up to Priest, Steve Sayors turns his microphone on and test it then he brings the mic up to his lips to speak, and ask Priest a few questions before his match. The camera crew, Sayors, and Priest head to the arena entrance as they speak.

Sayors: Priest The time is here Lethal Lottery 3 has Officially started and your in the very first match of the night against eight other man. Are you ready?

-Priest- Yes Steve I am. This match is a big one for me it is my first match here for the XWF and it is for the number one contender ship for the X-treme Championship.

-Sayors- A lot of them men you will be facing seem to be doing nothing but talking shit on you calling you a rookie and that your part of the Lost Souls. How do you feel about that?

-Priest- Well for starters they can call me a rookie all they want but I have been Pro wrestling for many years now, yeah I know to most of the guys in the back that doesn't mean shit and the way they see it because I'm new to XWF that I'm a rookie, well they can think that but I'll prove that once the match starts that I am no rookie.

Now as for me being a part of the Lost Souls. The Lost souls can go fuck themselves and so can all the guys whom are assuming that I'm one of The Lost Souls. Are all you fucktards stupid did you not see them jump me 2 weeks ago when I was at Madness introducing myself, they jump me in the ring and beat me down and nailed me with the fucking finishers, But yet you all think I am a part of them. Well fuck you I'm not!!

Steve I can tell you and all those idiots who are once again assuming That I'm part of The Lost Souls, I am in no way apart of those guys little cult of pain, I don't need their sorry asses to help me in anyway.

I also seem to remember challenging Chris 'The Fallen Angel" Blood to a match here at this very Paper Per View. So why the Fuck would I be part of the Lost Souls or Scythe fucking follower?

-Steve- Priest Thunderbolt X did a little rap with you in it I believe it want something Like this.

Steve Sayors starts to sing the rop the Thunderbolt X did of Priest. Clearing his throat he begins.

-Sayors- Thunderbolt X- â€œI have a ton of respect for you Priest, as you aren't a heelâ€
â€œBut unfortunately for you, you won't be winning the match, so I ask, how does it feel?â€
â€œPriest your walking into Lethal Lottery as one of the 10 menâ€
â€œI don't like your odds, in fact I see your ass getting kicked over and over againâ€
â€œBut don't worry about that Priest, just sit back and relaxâ€
â€œJust don't go thinking about Lethal Lottery and your 10 major impactsâ€
â€œI'm getting bored with Priest so I'll choose another guyâ€

Priest just looks at Sayors and face palms him shaking his head with discus, Priest looks at Steve who is about to sing the rap again and rips the mic out of Sayors hand and looks at him, it almost looks like he wants to slap the taste out of Steve's mouth, but he turns that look into a smile and brings the mic to his lips to speak.

-Priest- Steve please just stop. I really don't need to hear that really bad rap again from your mouth. I'm sorry I really fucking hate rap with a passion and I really fucking hate hearing it.

Now Thunderbolt X You say you have a ton of respect for me but less then half way through your little crappy rap you go right along with disrespecting and trash talking me just like every other waste of space that is going to be in that ring tonight. You know Thunderbolt X I had respect for you until you did the piece of shit rap. You say that you respect me because I'm not a heel. Well thank you for that but right after that you you started rapping and all you did was insult me and make my ears bleed.

Thunderbolt X I'm not here to hear you rap or listen to you talk shit about me and how you see me getting kick over and over again in the ring by you and everyone else. Thunderbolt X Why don't you just shut the fuck up and back you fucking words up, Because the way I see it is your going to be kick over and over again and I'll make sure that I put my foot up the side of your face as I stump it into the ground over and over again.

You see Thunderbolt X I'm not here to make friends I'm here to get championships and get wins no mater what the cost.. Thunderbolt X If your still standing after the match which I'm pretty damn sure you and I will be, because the way I see it, it is going to be me or you getting that last pin, when that happens you'll know what the meaning of respect is.

-Sayors- Hero X-Treme 7.9 official spoke person is still talking shit on you and all your opponents do you have anything to say to him.

-Priest- Yeah his promos still suck and I'm really to think he is the biggest Fucktard of them all and he really should stop worshipping a False god. As a mater of fact the one god being the true god made the ten commandments and I feel I should remind those idiots NOCMM and Hero Xtreme 7.9 of the top two commanments.

1.You shall have no other gods before Me.

2.You shall not make idols.

An what that means NOCMM and Hero Xtreme 7.9, you are claiming false godhood and you shall be Stricken down by the one true god and all his light.

Priest looks at Steve Sayors and then looks down the hallway.

-Priest- Stave I really need to go my match is about start. Show enjoy the show.

-Sayors- I will Priest, thank you for taking the time to speak with me and the fans. Good luck out there kid I'm pulling for you.

The Scene ends and fades to black as we here Priest being announced for his match in the ring.

]]> <![CDATA[Resting on laurels #2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19270 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 20:43:42 -0700 DYLANGEORGE]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19270

â€˜You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What youâ€™ll discover will be wonderful. What youâ€™ll discover is yourself.â€
-Alan Alda

Such a discovery can result in frightening fallacies, usually false and fear driven. We as men tend to build ourselves up, molding our self-perception based upon our old ideals of what our existences should consist ofâ€¦ our protagonist is no different, and thatâ€™s the unassailable folly of most all men.

We fail to realize, growing contempt prior to investigationâ€¦ we fail to realize that we are no different than one of another, no more significant than the grass we walk upon, the water we drink or the beasts we feast upon. Hammering away at these walls of false importance, as we tare through the frame and peer out into reality- then, and only then will we find the trite truths of ourselves and be willing to accept them for what they are.

The sombrous fog was slowly beginning to lessen, but the surely to be ambiguous answers were left unaccounted for within the ever perplexing purgatorial dreamscape:

â€œYou didnâ€™t agree to McManusâ€™s proposal, but that isnâ€™t even the underlying factor in all of this, is it?â€

The subconscious asks,

â€œIt isnâ€™t? Then why am I so focused on this image?â€

â€œThe bigger question here, the one banging at the proverbial door, the proverbial purple elephant in the room is this: What were you still doing in SWA, what was left there for you to prove that allowed this situation to take place?â€

â€œâ€¦I wasnâ€™t ready to make that jump yet.â€

â€œYou werenâ€™t ready to make that jump yet? Or you werenâ€™t ready to move on from the comfort of your accomplishments, fearing the fray of diving into the bigger unknown world?â€

â€œI just love SWA, the atmosphere, the friends, the fansâ€¦â€

â€œStop, stop, stop! Part of this process is truthfully identifying with oneselfâ€¦
So when this Demon tells you:

â€˜â€¦The evil of the world had overcome the power of the Heavenly endowment, Dylan had succumb to his gravest fears, giving the false evidence appearing real complete power over his mind, body and soul.â€™

Or when he says: â€˜In the end, Dylanâ€™s own dream of achieving grandeur on Earthâ€™s biggest stage, and spreading the message of righteousness worked against him. He is now living it only through his Nightmareâ€¦the living, breathing manifestation of fear.â€™

Heâ€™s telling you the truth, his truth of your self is overpowering your self lies, bear in mind where your dishonesty lead youâ€¦â€

The Wednesday following Dylanâ€™s encounter with Mr. Mordred McManus, US Bank Arena, Cincinnati, OH:

Inside of an opulent office that is lit only by a tall black floor lamp in the back corner, we see a marquee style wooden desk in the center of the room, sitting symmetrically in front of large window overlooking the mighty Ohio river.

The seat to the leather chair sitting behind the desk is facing the window. We lightly hear the sound of the SWA Presents: Wednesday Night Wrestling broadcast coming from a laptop sitting on the deskâ€¦

CM Punk: â€œBrain are you ready for our main event?â€

Bobby Heenan: â€œIâ€™m as excited as ever! Tonight weâ€™ll find out who will be the #1 contender for Dylan Georgeâ€™s SWA World Heavyweight Championship!â€

CM Punk: â€œThatâ€™s right Brainâ€¦ who will it be? The impressive young newcomer Sami Zayn? Or the former champion Big Hoss Man?â€

Bobby Heenan: â€œMy money is on Hoss Man! Heâ€™ll get his third shot at Dylan George, and you know what they say Punk, â€˜Three Times The Charm.â€™â€

The sound of the speakers becomes overpowered by the opening of the office door, footsteps can be heard walking inside,

â€œGentlemenâ€¦â€
The chair of the desk spins around, we see Mr. Mordred McManus, he looks agitatedly anxious, his left elbow sitting on the arm of the chair with his hand raised up near his face, fidgeting his fingers.

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His eyes dart to his left, then to his right as if heâ€™s looking at two people,

â€œWe all know what needs to happenâ€¦ You both are to act as I have specifically requested if weâ€™re going to pull this off.
An old Irish proverb: Even a small thorn causes festering.â€

A moment of silence before Mr. McManus begins waving the two away with his hand,

â€œItâ€™s show time men.â€

As the two exit, Mr. McManus looks at his laptop and starts watching the live feed of SWA:

In the ring an amazing match between Sami Zayn and Big Hoss Man seems to be coming down to the wire,

CM Punk: â€œZayn rushes the stumbling Hoss Manâ€¦ OHH! OH NO!â€

Bobby Heenan: â€œHe nailed it! Hoss Man just countered and nailed Sami Zayn with a nasty popup power bomb! This is it! Itâ€™s over!!!â€

Suddenly, the lights cut off as an icy cold gust of wind can be heard swooping through the stands, soon after though is illuminated by symmetrical rows of flames lining around the stage and entrance rampsâ€¦

Bobby Heenan: â€œWhat in the hell is going on?â€

An eerie violin begins playing over the loud speakersâ€¦

From behind the stage emerges a monstrous man, dressed in all black with his face painted white. Hoss Man is standing at the ropes shouting at this enigma, with Zyan still out cold in the ring, all the while this never before seen forces takes his time down the ramp, slapping the brunt of a black baseball bat into his left handâ€¦

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The man rushes into the ring, hitting Hoss Man directly in the gut with the baseball bat. As the lights restore to the stadium the ref is calling for the bell, naming Big Hoss Man winner via disqualification, but the assault is just getting started. Hoss Man whoâ€™s leaning over clutching is stomach take a nasty thud from the baseball bat right across his spine causing him to fall over.

The mystery man mounts him and lays the bat across Hoss Manâ€™s throat, then stands slowly and leaps onto the bat, you can hear the tare and ripping of the muscles,

Bobby Heenan: â€œMy god! His neck has to be broken! We need the medics down here ASAP! â€¦Hey what in the hell are you doing?!?â€

Heenan looks up at his commentary partner CM Punk whoâ€™s standing to his feet, heâ€™s got his headset off and is screaming curse words at the vicious assailant, the man is begging Punk to come in the ring. Punk slides under the bottom rope, but before he can even get all the way in, Punk is catching a ball bat to the back of the head. The crowd reacts accordingly to the nasty blow, Punk flips over onto his back as the man lines up over top of him smashing the ball bat into his face with a golf club type swing. Blood flies out of Punks mouth along with a tooth as the man gets on top of him and starts beating his face in with his bare hands.

The crowd begins to roar as the camera pans to the runway, itâ€™s the SWA World Heavyweight Champion Dylan George! Heâ€™s running full speed at the ring, as he reaches the center though, the lights cut off again, just moments later when they restore the man is goneâ€¦ now with Dylan in the ring trying to tend to Hoss Man and CM Punk the fans begin roaring in disapproval, the camera pans to Mr. Mordred McManus whoâ€™s standing at the top of the runway now. A slimy shit eating grin on his face,

â€œDylanâ€¦Dylanâ€¦Dylanâ€¦ You should have just listened to me, but you have to keep playing the hero donâ€™t you? Too happy, too easily resting on your laurels, too afraid to adapt to the world thatâ€™s constantly changing around you.

So let me tell you whatâ€™s going to happen now Dylan, my medical team is going to pronounce Big Hoss Man unable to physically compete against you for the SWA World Heavyweight Championship, aaannnnddd seeing as how Sami Zayn was disqualified, the man who youâ€™ll be defending the championship against at Supercard XII is none other than the man you just beat the holy hell out of your friendsâ€¦EVERY MANS NIGHTMAREâ€¦ THE MAN CALLED ABRAMELECH!!!â€

Dylan is steaming in the center of the ring, mouthing off something inaudibleâ€¦ the scene fades with the medical team removing CM Punk and Big Hoss Man on stretchers as McManus exits the stage laughingâ€¦.

The image of the SWA stage melts into that of the XWF Stage in Armile Arena during a live event just days before the colossal Lethal Lottery III Pay-Per-View is scheduled to take place in the Present Perceptional Reality...]]>

â€˜You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What youâ€™ll discover will be wonderful. What youâ€™ll discover is yourself.â€
-Alan Alda

". He doesn't support these claims.

NOCMM gets balls deep in a hot white cisgendered woman's snatch.

NOCMM: He just expects us Christians to believe his baseless statements. It's too bad that no one cares what a rookie thinks. Rookies are all the same. They say a lot of bullshit and no one believes them. Why would we believe them? Rookies didn't create this great place called the XWF. God and the old skool fans made this company the great place it is. If it wasn't for God Karl Cross wouldn't have a platform to make

and false statements.

NOCMM starts thrusting into her white honey hole at an increased speed.

NOCMM: If it wasn't for God Karl Cross would just be another atheist. Another sad atheist. Another bitch. Another

who cries about the body God blessed him with. XWF's current management is shit. It's abundantly clear that's fact. They don't book God in the title matches he earned. They let

like ThunderBolt X and

like Karl Cross through the doors. The current XWF management team has shit all over what the XWF stands for. The XWF used to be a place where legends of the sport fought for belts, but now it's a leftist shit hole. They love their

and

a little too much.

NOCMM drinks some apple juice while he pounds the white pussy.

NOCMM: What is a straight man with a functioning brain to do? The XWF is for fags now. Its trust in God is fading to an Xtreme shade of black. They let

like Mastermind in title matches. They let

like ThunderBolt X play pretend wrestler. They let Michael McBride chase leprechauns. That is definitely against God's will.

NOCMM pulls out and covers the cisgendered white woman with his semen. She cries out in orgasm before writing a check and leaving as naked and covered in semen as the day she was born.

NOCMM: The XWF is going to hell. It needs salvation. Tomorrow Hero Xtreme 7.9, God, will bring an end to this tyranny of homosexuality. Women need love. Women need to feel the old skool inside of them. A gender that has long been neglected will be satisfied once more. Hero Xtreme 7.9 works in mysterious ways folks.

NOCMM vanishes into thin air as the scene fades to an Xtreme shade of black.]]> Quote:Earlier in the week I made a reference to Dylan George being a circus clown however it's become abundantly clear that the real court jester in X-Treme Hero. It takes a real talent to speak so much and yet continue to further prove just how much of a complete fucking idiot you are every time you open your mouth again. At first is suspected there might be an agenda there, that Hero was simply making himself look stupid in order to somehow derail everyone else in the match however that's no longer the case. I've come to realise that Hero X-Treme 7.9 is indeed just fully blow mentally handicapped. Now, I have nothing against your type of people Hero, I fully believe that you should be allowed to roam free amongst the civilised but I do question whether it's morally right to kick your ass.
NOCMM: What you just heard were the words of Karl Cross. Someone so pathetic that seven months ago he went to a laboratory and tried to modify his body to make him a better fighter. Mr. Cross is very foolish. He makes outrageous claims like "God is a

who cries about the body God blessed him with. XWF's current management is shit. It's abundantly clear that's fact. They don't book God in the title matches he earned. They let

like ThunderBolt X and

and

like Mastermind in title matches. They let

AMALIE ARENA
TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA

The camera fades in to the locker room of Mastermind a few hours before the start of the Lethal Lottery Pay Per View, and one of the most important matches of his year so far. The Intercontinental Championship Triple Threat match between himself, Sebastian Duke, and the defending champion CorVus.

Mastermind is sitting down on a stool, preparing for his upcoming match. He is looking down at the floor, as he is made aware that the camera is rolling.

"Time is almost here. All week all roads have lead to this moment in time. All week I have been constantly working on how to win the Intercontinental Championship. All week I have been going backwards and forwards with Sebastian Duke. The end game is all most here. All week we have not heard from the Intercontinental Champion himself CorVus. We will assume we won't hear from him either as the final hours tick by. It is this moment that I have to take. This moment in time."

"Before we get to my conclusion I would like to speak about the end game."

Can you tell me, who called a race?
Can anyone stay in one place?
And when you get to the finish line
Will you wish for more time?
But see, one day
One day you will
But maybe one day you will find
That you just can't push rewind

Mastermind looks up from the floor, and looks directly at the camera.

"Tonight is not the place for the faint hearted, we have to take that one moment that can get us what we want, and that is the Intercontinental Championship. It's going to be me, or it's going to be Sebastian Duke. The race has been called because this is the match. We can't stay in one place because if we do, we will be severely punished by our opponents. We have to take the chances while we have them because when we get to the finish line, we have to take it, because there will be no time again to get the win. If we that one chance and get the end result, we won't look back and push rewind, and figure what if, what might have been."

All we have is this moment
Tomorrow's unspoken
Yesterday is history
So why don't you be here with me?
All we have is this moment
To put a love into motion
Yesterday is history
So why don't you be here with me?
Be here with me now

"It is this moment that we have to take. Tomorrow's unspoken, the XWF will be either celebrating CorVus still being champion, (doubt it), Sebastian Duke being champion (good chance) or I, the Master of Minds becoming the new Intercontinental Champion. To do that we have to give it our all, and get the win. Yesterday is history. What has gone has gone. Everything leads to now. It is what we have now. Here now."

Do you ever think that we're just chasing our tails?
Like life is one big fast treadmill
And we pop what is prescribed
If it gets us first prize
But you know who I, who I think will win
Are the ones that let love in
Are the ones that take the time

"We are always chasing our tails, the losses, the matches that have gotten away from us, on that big treadmill that is the XWF. The first prize is tonight. That's what fans are popping for. It is what they are prescribing for us. But you know, who I think will win? The one who gives it the most, the one who takes the time, the one who makes their one and only chance to get the win. That person will be me. It is my time. My moment."

Be here with me now
'Cause the future is right now, right in front of you
Don't let the clock, the clock tell you what to do
Our future is right now, I'm in front of you
Baby don't blink and miss

"It's here right now, the future is tonight, right now, in front of us all. I can't afford to let the clock tell me what to do. I have to work my own magic. I have to make the future, do what's right for me. It's in front of me now, I can't afford to blink and miss anything."

This moment
Tomorrow's unspoken
Yesterday is history
So why don't you be here with me?
All we have is this moment
To put a love into motion
Yesterday is history
So why don't you be here with me?
Be here with me now

"Forget tomorrow, forget yesterday, it's today that counts. It's this moment in time. I have the moment to put into motion, to make tomorrow a reality, to make what I want, to make me what I want now, to make me the new Intercontinental Champion. It's this moment in time right now. Let's put it into motion, and carry it out."

Mastermind starts smiling, he gets up and walks over to a table, and grabs a bottle of water. He opens it, and starts drinking. He puts the lid back on and places it back on the table, and swallows. He walks back over to the chair and sits back down.

"That was my end game, this final piece is my conclusion. Sebastian Duke, you have battled all week with me. That's fact. You know the one thing that I forced you to talk about, you fell for hook, line and sinker.

"Fact, I knew your history with Defiance. I used that history to call you out, and tell you and everyone else that would listen that you were a cry baby and continued to go on with it. You brought it. I hooked you in.

"Fact. I continued to say that you kept on going on about it, and you continued to speak. I had you on my line once I hooked you in.

"Fact. I called you out on how you weren't the 'old' you, and you responded to say that it was all about age. I'm 41 next month, and you're well early 30's. I caught you real good on the sinker, and reeled in that line. I for one minute wasn't referencing any age. Age to me is just a number. To you it's about how old people can get.

"What I was calling you out on, was the fact that the old Sebastian Duke, would not put up with people like myself would go on and on about people like Defiance. The 'old' you would give people the shits, and the 'old' you would win these types of matches.

"Fact, I said you needed to build a bridge and get over it. Your last promo led you back there. It seems that you have crossed the half way point of the bridge, but you aren't well and truly over it. But by all means I applaud you for giving it a try.

"Fact, you called me out by saying that the one time you talked about Defiance, was your first promo, and it was I who kept bringing it up in my following promos. That much is true. But you didn't see what I was doing did you Sebastian. I was trying to get you to harp on, and on about them, and it worked. It worked so much that it fired you up. That was my overall end game. Something which you didn't see coming. And now look at you. You are ripe for the picking.

"So in conclusion, Mr. Sebastian Duke, I turned your whole week, and world upside down, by spending too much time on Defiance, without you trying to figure out another game plan, on how to deal with me. It's to my benefit that I did that. I built the bridge for you, you still cannot cross it, I called out your old, and yet you called it a year thing, it's not, you've gone backwards, and it's something that I needed to use against you.

"Come tonight, I will be taking my one and only chance to become the Intercontinental Champion. I've done all I can. You've said your bit,. I've said mine, CorVus hasn't said anything, let the best man win. My focus is stronger than ever. I will not back down, I will not fail, and I will continue to strive for what I need to do.

"At the beginning of the week Sebastian, was my fear of you. At the end, right here, right now, I have lost that fear. I didn't lose my identity, I made you lose yours, I left my insecurities out of this match, I made it easy for you to feel insecure.

"There's no more time for second guessing, there's no more time for questioning myself, tonight will define who I am, tonight I won't stand in my own way, tonight is my time, tonight I will be the next Intercontinental Champion. Not CorVus, Not Sebastian Duke, but me, myself, and I. I am Mastermind."

And with that Mastermind gets up and walks out of the camera shot. The camera fades out.]]>

AMALIE ARENA
TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA

"Before we get to my conclusion I would like to speak about the end game."

Be here with me now
'Cause the future is right now, right in front of you
Don't let the clock, the clock tell you what to do
Our future is right now, I'm in front of you
Baby don't blink and miss

(03-25-2015, 02:56 PM)Ricky Desmond Said: I have no choice but to put some faith and some trust in Peter Gilmour. There is no hope of me defeating Dim and Soldier without him.

(03-26-2015, 10:33 AM)Ricky Desmond Said: You wonâ€™t pin me. You just wonâ€™t. Sure, I have admitted I donâ€™t fancy my chances of Peter and I taking you two down... I am honest.

Unknown Soldier:

So now I think it's time you be a little more honest with yourself because as it would appear, you keep second guessing yourself between your thoughts and actions in just a matter of a twenty four hour span. One day there's no hope without Peter, then the next you're not fancying your chances with him. I guess that's why your first promo this week was entitled 'maybe' because you're so back and forth you don't even know what the fuck to think anymore! Why don't you have the slightest bit of testicular fortitude to step up and be a confident man like the rest of the competitors in this match who think they'll win for sure? Does that mean you're capable of raping and strangling a woman but when it comes to standing up to two men and having the balls to say. "I got this." you just can't make up your mind on the subject! Look Peter, the guy who wants you to stand up to me and Dim can't even do it himself. Get fuckinig real Desmond.

Then he wants to call me the fool for saying that he practically admitted to us that one of us three will be the winners tomorrow in his previous promos. Which by the lack of confidence and massive amounts of flip flopping on the subjects I've seen him involved in all week, I'd like to retract the 'practically' from my previous statement! I mean just look at how this hypocritical sack of shit can't even decide whether or not he needs to put faith in his partner this week or not. Which you would think would be an easy decision for him since he's self admitted that he's only 'survived' in this tournament by not even scoring a single pin! How ironic that this be the same person who wants to argue the same stupid points everyone else does about how Peter's tag and trio title reigns were built from riding off the coat tails of myself, Dim, and Sid Feder. I guess that's true huh since he's been able to obtain the titles multiple times with multiple partners you sad excuses of shit that are probably too stupid to read into the sarcasm in that statement!

Maybe you're right and one of us will have to pin Gilmour. Big deal douchebag, I've pinned Gilmour plenty of times and it hasn't broken up our friendship. One time I beat Peter in a match and we sat around drinking each other's blood after it's massive EPICNESS of proportions so that argument of yours is just bogus bullshit. One thing is for certain though since we're making predictions here Desmond, you definitely won't be scoring any pins. I certainly don't fancy that chance. Which then by process of elimination, would leave you completely out of any chance of winning a briefcase! Ergo, my statements about one of us three winning are way more likely!

What's it gonna' be Ricky? You going to have any faith in Gilmour or are you going to verbally tear him apart by reminding us about his lack of what you call 'major success.' Which is laughable that you want to bring up something like that when the only success you can brag about is when Steve David's let's you lick your lower lip around his left testicle. Peter is a thirteen time Xtreme champion you god damn idiot and this is his second time in the finals of Lethal Lottery! You would have known that if you paid attention to my last promo instead of being so enamored with me dancing in my thong you sick gay fuck.

How much fucking more success does he need to convince you, or are you just that pathetic and naÃ¯ve in the trash talk department that you have to stretch for something that isn't even a viable argument. Because from the way it sounded before you let that pile of dump come flying out of your mouth yesterday you were more hesitant than a virgin popping her proverbial anal cherry.

I can't hang with Dim and Soldier in the trash talk department but here it goes, I'll give it my best shot! Would someone clue this dipshit in that this is the finals of one of the most prestigious wrestling tournaments in the history of existence and not some fucking tee ball little league softball game. 'Try my best' what is this fucking pre-school Desmond! For the love of SATAN! man get your fucking head in the game and wake the fuck up. No wonder they don't play real football in England if this is how the rest of the men in their country get pumped up for their soccer events. Sorry to be the one to inform you Ricky, but there won't be any trophies for 2nd place, or what's more likely in your case a 'participation plaque.'

Also, you need to stay more up to date on the state of affairs in the XWF. I realize that you come from a land across a massive ocean, but I think during the Revolutionary War they were more kept up to date with recent events then you apparently. Has nobody told you that our new resident child rapist is pest and Dean Moxley is nothing but another mark on my bed post. Get with it Ricky, I mean really for SATAN!'s sake.

There's no shadow of a doubt that me, Dim, and Peter made it all the way through this tournament because of our massive amount of confidence in ourselves and in one another. That's why no matter whether we were paired with or against each other that we've made it this far. Hell, Peter had more confidence than Austin Fernando that he would go on to win this thing and that's the reason that despite his loss he's still in the tournament. However their is doubt in one man left in our scenario and that of course is the second guessing shit head Ricky Desmond. It's no wonder someone like him would be less sure of himself since all he's drawn upon is luck instead of reaching into his soul and finding the slightest bit of confidence whatsoever. Therein we have the definition of this tournament spelled out with it's final four contestants.

Lethal -- Confident and destructive individuals on a certain path to achieve glory. (Peter, Soldier, Dim)

Lottery -- Lucky fuck heads who get dragged along for the ride. (Ricky Desmond)

The earlier in the tournament the less lethalness and more luck you'll need to progress, and so I think what I'm trying to say here Ricky is this. That no matter how many numbers you've drawn right so far on your journey to the finals. The problem still lies in that is you missed the power ball and last number on your ticket to winning this thing tomorrow night.

Lethal > Lottery

...and your luck just ran out!

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(03-25-2015, 02:56 PM)Ricky Desmond Said: I have no choice but to put some faith and some trust in Peter Gilmour. There is no hope of me defeating Dim and Soldier without him.

(03-26-2015, 10:33 AM)Ricky Desmond Said: You wonâ€™t pin me. You just wonâ€™t. Sure, I have admitted I donâ€™t fancy my chances of Peter and I taking you two down... I am honest.

Unknown Soldier:

Doc Doolittle Said:"I wouldn't worry about them showing up and spoiling your chances, Jonathon. I believe they're still down and out and still licking their wounds."

"It's your words against their actions. You say that they're nothing more than buffoons proven wrong through people showing them their place, but I know that some people in that faction, Gator especially, wasn't too fond of the prince of the Illuminatis coming in and shutting him up, even if it was rather fun to watch. People will always have it in for someone, and they're pretty much living proof of it. Besides, even if Defiance knows where their place is after the attack and disgustingly short reigns, there's still the issue of your lunatics running in and creating mayhem on your behalf. You didn't think that Defiance was the only stable in the federation I was concerned about, did you?"

He chuckles.

"Don't sweat it, we all tend to make generalizations about our opponents. Everyone here thought you were nothing more than a senile old man that would falter and break his hip on his first match here. Imagine our surprise when you climbed the ladder to reach the top of the food chain. You also tend to generalize me as a man that isn't even close to your level because he's lost more than he's won and can't win titles to save his life. Imagine your face when I manage to prove you dead wrong."

He looks at the Cambot completely deadpan.

"You wanted confidence, Doc? I'm giving it to you right now. Sounds so unlike me, doesn't it?"

Doc Quale Said:"Now, I want you boys to get along during this session as well. This little feud the two of you have going on coming into this needs to be pushed aside and you both need to focus on the true threat here."

"I understand what you mean, but TJ's idea of revenge is very skewered. He betrayed Underground and formed his own little clique with two men that haven't been seen in what feels like forever. So me and Lane got revenge. And then he had to be an unprofessional bastard and ai-wait a minute, why am I saying this? I'm not in grade school anymore. Hell, why am I telling you this? You already know enough about me and him to build the house yourself. You want to be the main priority, Doc? Fine, you're target #1, like you always wanted to be. Wallace should be used to the sidelines by now."

He sighs.

"Well, that's about it for the previous video. Time to play the new one and see just what lies in wait for me."

Doc Bennell Said:"I'm still not over the fact the you called all that I have here a matter of being 'lucky', Mister Knight."

"Well you really are. It all started with the battle royals. You had to deal with some hot young upstarts, people that had more in ring experience than you, and other not very impressive people in the ring. At the time, you were just another man that probably wouldn't have been worth batting an eye at. Now that you're the Universal Champion, King of the XWF, and one of the few people that made that piece of shit X-Treme title mean something, everyone in the roster sees just what kind of fighter you really are. You're lucky to achieve the amount of fame you've received at your age. Just consider yourself lucky that you managed to prove everyone wrong with your lack of depth perception and tactics ripped straight from Mike Tyson. I can't wait to see what you're going to do next. Are you going to bite the head off of CorVus' crow as soon as it flies into the arena like Ozzy Osbourne did with a bat?"

There is a brief pause.

"Honestly, I'd pay to see that. I don't care if it takes a hundred years, I want to see that happen. Where was I again? Oh yes, the promo."

Doc Baldhead Said:"This match is the match of your lives. Giving up isn't an option and not trying isn't one either."

"I've never heard a triple negative spouted from a passionate champion before. Anyways, you act like I didn't know that this match was one that I couldn't afford to blow. Again, I'm not as stupid as everyone else likes to make me out as. I know that the title you're holding on your shoulders is quite possibly the be all end all of belts here in the XWF. In order to win that, I have to push myself to the very limits. If that isn't good enough, then I should go back to the beginning of the line and start all over. This match is going to show some of the best things about me, Doc, if you can't handle my best, then you don't deserve the strap."

He sighs.

"In other words; 'you don't say?' Next."

Doc Livingstone Said:"I like it. You can have that one, my friend. Little about that match really mattered, aside from my revenge on the man that decided to come at me when my back was turned."

"Exactly my point to Fernando. I know that I've beaten Doc because he grilled the insides of Wyatt Reynolds, I know that victory wasn't originally mine, but I held that name up high because it shows that I have a prestigious name under my belt. With D'Ville on my win list, I have to prove to the world that I deserve to have that man remain on my win list. And the best way of doing that? Giving it my all and not letting anyone stop me. You didn't think that was important to you, but to me, I have proof that I'm not just another man to be taken lightly. You call me a friend, a twit, a stupid mother fucker that should have been lobotomized when he first showed his mug, but no matter what you call me, I'm going to take those names and prove to you, the audience, the men in the back, and myself that I can go toe to toe with one of the best and have him on edge."

There is a quick second pause.

"You bring up Doubt and how it keeps tormenting me about how I can't accomplish much. But guess what, Doc, the emotions don't give a shit about you. They didn't come to life just because I'm up against you. Not everything has to be about you, even if you're the current face of the company. My Doubt might be trying to kill me, my Anger might try to possess me, and my Fear, an entity you haven't met yet because you're too fucking stubborn to look back at the previous videos, all have been with me before this match was even booked, and you know what? Keep bringing them up. You might meet them all one on one eventually.

"Oh, and you think that the source of my anger comes from my lack of luxury, huh? You think Ramen cups and ham sandwiches aren't filling enough for a man like me, right? It makes me somewhat angry that you'd insinuate that, but that's where the source of desperation comes from. Shane pays me just enough to grab a case of grocery store soda and knockoff Oreos. I don't need you judging me for my spending habits and I sure as fuck don't want to hear another word about you comparing me to a homeless man down the street. Even I can keep myself from sitting down in front of some pharmacy asking for spare change."

He rolls his eyes as he takes a bite of a previously mentioned ham sandwich.

"And now you're getting into a yelling competition with the cameraman. Really keeping up that air of professionalism there, Doc. If people like me make you sick, then I can't wait to make you vomit. The doctor becomes the patient and the patient has the choice of murdering the man or saving his life. Which will I choose after seeing how immature you've acted in the back of a cab?"

The knight smiles.

"I'm going in that ring on Saturday to prove that the impossible can really be possible, even if the champion is up against a knight that apparently is too hungry to make any sort of sense. Set those DVRs, folks, it's a night no one will want to forget. Cambot."

BEEP BEEP.

"Turn off."

The scene cuts to black.]]>
"What? You were expecting me to go on another adventure? Not when I had so much to talk about with the Doctor with information that I had previously missed along with new info he threw down on the table. Is it insightful as the info I covered last time? Will he say pretty much the same things? I don't feel like waiting for too long so let's hop back in and see what I might have missed."

Doc Doolittle Said:"I wouldn't worry about them showing up and spoiling your chances, Jonathon. I believe they're still down and out and still licking their wounds."

Doc Quale Said:"Now, I want you boys to get along during this session as well. This little feud the two of you have going on coming into this needs to be pushed aside and you both need to focus on the true threat here."

Doc Bennell Said:"I'm still not over the fact the you called all that I have here a matter of being 'lucky', Mister Knight."

Doc Baldhead Said:"This match is the match of your lives. Giving up isn't an option and not trying isn't one either."

Doc Livingstone Said:"I like it. You can have that one, my friend. Little about that match really mattered, aside from my revenge on the man that decided to come at me when my back was turned."

"Exactly my point to Fernando. I know that I've beaten Doc because he grilled the insides of Wyatt Reynolds, I know that victory wasn't originally mine, but I held that name up high because it shows that I have a prestigious name under my belt. With D'Ville on my win list, I have to prove to the world that I deserve to have that man remain on my win list. And the best way of doing that? Giving it my all and not letting anyone stop me. You didn't think that was important to you, but to me, I have proof that I'm not just another man to be taken lightly. You call me a friend, a twit, a stupid mother fucker that should have been lobotomized when he first showed his mug, but no matter what you call me, I'm going to take those names and prove to you, the audience, the men in the back, and myself that I can go toe to toe with one of the best and have him on edge."

There is a quick second pause.

"You bring up Doubt and how it keeps tormenting me about how I can't accomplish much. But guess what, Doc, the emotions don't give a shit about you. They didn't come to life just because I'm up against you. Not everything has to be about you, even if you're the current face of the company. My Doubt might be trying to kill me, my Anger might try to possess me, and my Fear, an entity you haven't met yet because you're too fucking stubborn to look back at the previous videos, all have been with me before this match was even booked, and you know what? Keep bringing them up. You might meet them all one on one eventually.

"Oh, and you think that the source of my anger comes from my lack of luxury, huh? You think Ramen cups and ham sandwiches aren't filling enough for a man like me, right? It makes me somewhat angry that you'd insinuate that, but that's where the source of desperation comes from. Shane pays me just enough to grab a case of grocery store soda and knockoff Oreos. I don't need you judging me for my spending habits and I sure as fuck don't want to hear another word about you comparing me to a homeless man down the street. Even I can keep myself from sitting down in front of some pharmacy asking for spare change."

He rolls his eyes as he takes a bite of a previously mentioned ham sandwich.

"And now you're getting into a yelling competition with the cameraman. Really keeping up that air of professionalism there, Doc. If people like me make you sick, then I can't wait to make you vomit. The doctor becomes the patient and the patient has the choice of murdering the man or saving his life. Which will I choose after seeing how immature you've acted in the back of a cab?"

The knight smiles.

"I'm going in that ring on Saturday to prove that the impossible can really be possible, even if the champion is up against a knight that apparently is too hungry to make any sort of sense. Set those DVRs, folks, it's a night no one will want to forget. Cambot."

BEEP BEEP.

"Turn off."

The scene cuts to black.]]> <![CDATA["Loverboy" - The Other Side.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19318 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 16:11:00 -0700 Vincent Lane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19318

Quick, XWF fansâ€¦ when you listen to a Cain promo and you here the dude going on and on trying to sound tough, what image comes to mind?

This is what I seeâ€¦

Of course, the reality is even sadder, isnâ€™t it? Instead of a monkey in a zoo, we get one in a hoodie and cargo shorts with painted nails and a groupon for JNCO jeans.

What did the sad son of a bitch have to say this time?

â€™Cainâ€™ Said:"I would have to say you've got me Lane. At least I would say that if I was a liar like youâ€

Oh, shit, you had me going there for a second! You were all like, â€˜yeah, youâ€™re right, Iâ€™m terribleâ€™ and me and everyone around was thinking, like, maybe this dude finally fucking gets it, you know? But then you dropped that sick rebuttal â€“ â€˜NOT! Youâ€™re a liar and a poopy face, neener neener!â€™

Come on, man. Thatâ€™s how you want to start this little annoyance of a diatribe youâ€™re forcing me to address on a Friday night when me and Roxy should be throwing back free shots downtown in Ybor and getting drunk college bitches to throw their titties at us in exchange for some selfies? Iâ€™m sitting here, contractually obligated to respond to the ramblings of a man with the relative personality and intellect of a

gorilla, and you canâ€™t even make it entertaining?

Cain Said:â€œHart Championship? I'll take that, and I will have your soul as well. The thing you should be concerned with here is time."

I got a kick out of this bit, dude. Kudos for that, at least. I like how earlier in the week when you talked about raping and killing, going so far as to actually do some raping and killing, that it was supposed to just be business as usualâ€¦ but now Iâ€™ve pointed out repeatedly what a fuckhead and a poseur you are, so itâ€™s suddenly personal.

So explain it to me Cain. What is it about time that I should be worried about? Seriously. Is it my youthful, fit mind and body that should be thinking about the ravages of time? Remember, Iâ€™m the one between the two of us who actually does something to stay in shape, dude. Iâ€™m the guy taking care of himself in the gym and at the dinner table. Yeah, I party, but look at me. I can afford to break the rules from time to time, man, because Iâ€™m in the prime of my life and in peak condition. You donâ€™t hear any of that because the sound of your arteries clogging is drowning it all out while you vegetate on a sofa and watch Supernatural reruns like a 14 year old girl.

Cain Said:â€œYou'll accuse me of "copying you" like this is third grade and we are on the playground, arguing back and forth, sticking our tongues out, and making nose picking motions like some sort of game."

Dude, itâ€™s hard for me to take you seriously when youâ€™re upset about me accusing you of trying to be like me, but at the same time STILL doing it. If you show up to the ring in a cut-off Van Halen shirt Iâ€™m going to sue you for copyright infringement, man. Itâ€™s like youâ€™re going full-on Single White Female on me, and that shit is tiresome and lame.

Cain Said:"However, I doubt it, because you're too damned stupid to understand exactly who you are facing. What stands before you? You don't understand."

Damn right. Half the time I have absolutely no fucking idea who you are trying to come across as, dude. You want me to think youâ€™re a cold blooded murderer but nine times out of ten youâ€™re swinging your cock around like a tiny helicopter blade, trying to hypnotize some TOWIE reject into banging you, or walking down the beach at dawn like the opening scene of a Nicholas Sparks movie. What are you gonna do next, man? Show me how scary you are by eating ice cream and talking to Attie about your periods synchronizing?

Cain Said:"And yes, Roxy Cotton is both a front and a subliminal pleasure device for you. A front to hide your gayness."

Weird, didnâ€™t I JUST say something exactly like this to you yesterday? Iâ€™m pretty sure I did, though I seem to recall it being more accurate and more entertaining than your take on the same fucking insult.

Iâ€™ve got an idea, dudeâ€¦ how about I just make this whole thing easy for you and give you a Mad Libs version of â€˜how to imitate Vinnie 101?â€™ Here, use this for your next installment of stuttering through a promo.

That should be pretty helpful, right? I expect you to stick right to it, too, man. No more going off on baby-raping tangents or soaping up your â€˜evilâ€™ tramp stamp in the shower in front of XWF cameras.

You keep trying and trying, but being me is just something you are incapable of pulling off, dude. I know you want to. Hell, if I were you Iâ€™d want to, too. I mean, look how much BETTER it is to be me than you? I have championships, a stellar record and respect from my peers. Youâ€™ve got plastic vampire fangs. Iâ€™ve got a blonde bombshell ready to let me do ANYthing I want to her, and she loves every second of it. Youâ€™ve got a dead hooker and an illiterate limey bitch. I can win matches against guys like Duke and Gator and MacAlisterâ€¦ you lose to everybody.

So yeah, I guess imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, man, but itâ€™s turning into the only creepy thing about you. Definitely a lot creepier than you threatening to bite my nose off. Fucking weak shit, that was.

Youâ€™re going to have to do more than walk around smirking and looking up ten dollar words to fill up your ten cent brain with and spitting them out like the whole world wishes your mother had done with you, dude. In about 24 hours, you have to actually back up your middle school level pissing contest lip service by getting into a ring, inside a cage, and beating me one on one. Something we both know you are not, have never been, and will never be capable of doing.

Look at this belt around my waist, dude. Look at it. Look at what it represents in the world of professional wrestling. This is the HART Championship, Cain, not the participation ribbon you got at your special ed field day. This is about the excellence of execution. This is about being the best there is, best there was, and best there ever will be. This is about being ME, Cain. How can you look back on your career and justify being tasked with carrying on a legacy like that? What have you done to even THINK about considering yourself to be on that same level?

Nothing.

Cain Said:"Yeah... I'm going to keep on talking. Just as you have told me too, I will continue to speak about how you let down your fans."

Iâ€™m gonna ignore the low hanging fruit here and pretend like you understood the very basic explanation I gave you about IQs and math. Iâ€™m not a special needs teacher so itâ€™s not my job to smarten you up in that regard.

What I WILL do, though, is express to you that the only time fans of â€œLoverboyâ€ Vinnie Lane are disappointed is when they go to the toy store and see that all the good stuff is sold out and all thatâ€™s left are hundreds of Cain action figures. Youâ€™re a real â€˜collectorâ€™s itemâ€™ there, dude, just like in real life. Nobody wants you, you just come along with the show.

Cain Said:"You don't know what that's like to someone like myself who has waited so long to be in the limelight. Envious of men like Steve Davids and Louis Dville, who have their names spoken by billions of men, women, and children around the world."

Youâ€™re definitely right on the nose with this one, Cain. Good job. Iâ€™ve never once been jealous of Doc or Davids or anyone else for that matter, dude, because Iâ€™ve always been right up there with them.

You see, man, I may not have acquired the Universal Title yet like those two have, but Iâ€™ve also never tried. Believe me, when I want it to happen, it will. As for having my name chanted around the world? Dude, that happens every day. From the fans seeking me out everywhere I go, no matter the city and state, or the thousands and thousands in attendance at XWF shows across the globe. You donâ€™t have to look any further than XWF website to see for yourself, man. Log on and tell me the very first face you see, dead center. After that, try and find a picture of you. I'll wait while you check.

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You done looking, Cain? It isnâ€™t there, is it? Face it, dude, youâ€™ll never be the face of a franchise like me, man. You canâ€™t. You have no business trying to even breathe the same air as me. Iâ€™m a megastar and youâ€™re a cataclysmic failure.

Tell you what though, dude. Since weâ€™re â€˜friendsâ€™ and allâ€¦ after the match, next time we have an Underground appearance somewhere, Iâ€™ll let you hold the belt while I sign autographs and make peoplesâ€™ dreams come true by shaking their hands and kissing their cheeks. Donâ€™t worry, they wonâ€™t mind you being unavailable.

Cain Said:"To be a champion, you've only to prove your worth. The worth that you bring to that precious belt of hour's. Put yourself in my shoes as a challenger to that very same championship. Vincent, those hands of time are finally reaching that thirteenth hour. That is my hour, Vincent! This is my time!"

I keep looking at my authentic Swatch brand watch here, dude, and I just canâ€™t seem to find that 13th hour you keep going on about. You mean one in the afternoon? Thatâ€™s weird.

Anyway, man, yeah, I know exactly what itâ€™s like to contend for this title. I WON this title. In fact, I won this title in a match that you were also a part of, didnâ€™t I? So not only do I know what it takes to win and hold this prestigious belt right here, dude, but I know exactly what it takes to beat you for it.

Long story short, Cainâ€¦ it takes me.

Hey, wait, where are you going, Cain? You done already?

Awâ€¦
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Quick, XWF fansâ€¦ when you listen to a Cain promo and you here the dude going on and on trying to sound tough, what image comes to mind?

This is what I seeâ€¦

â€™Cainâ€™ Said:"I would have to say you've got me Lane. At least I would say that if I was a liar like youâ€

gorilla, and you canâ€™t even make it entertaining?

Cain Said:â€œHart Championship? I'll take that, and I will have your soul as well. The thing you should be concerned with here is time."

Cain Said:â€œYou'll accuse me of "copying you" like this is third grade and we are on the playground, arguing back and forth, sticking our tongues out, and making nose picking motions like some sort of game."

Cain Said:"However, I doubt it, because you're too damned stupid to understand exactly who you are facing. What stands before you? You don't understand."

Cain Said:"And yes, Roxy Cotton is both a front and a subliminal pleasure device for you. A front to hide your gayness."

Cain Said:"Yeah... I'm going to keep on talking. Just as you have told me too, I will continue to speak about how you let down your fans."

Cain Said:"You don't know what that's like to someone like myself who has waited so long to be in the limelight. Envious of men like Steve Davids and Louis Dville, who have their names spoken by billions of men, women, and children around the world."

Cain Said:"To be a champion, you've only to prove your worth. The worth that you bring to that precious belt of hour's. Put yourself in my shoes as a challenger to that very same championship. Vincent, those hands of time are finally reaching that thirteenth hour. That is my hour, Vincent! This is my time!"

Hey, wait, where are you going, Cain? You done already?

Awâ€¦
]]> <![CDATA[A Map to the Truth: RP 5]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19316 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 14:27:39 -0700 Sebastian Duke]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19316 Why is it that he calls himself Mastermind? Why does he call himself the master of minds? He can't even master his own mind let alone trying to master mine. I don't really want to sit here and point out his hypocrisy this week because I really do have better things to do. I have better things to do than sit here and have a battle of wits with Mastermind. For the record, having a battle of wits against Mastermind is similar to a man with no legs and no arms winning a triathlon. Much like the armless and legless wannabe triathlete, Mastermind is just not equipped with the goods to make this a believable contest.

Rather than dissect every single thing he's said this week, I have chosen to only point out the biggest glaring holes in everything he has said. The biggest gaps in what he says and what is the truth.

In the first promo directed toward me this week, Mastermind admitted to the world that he fears me. He fears the fact that I am who I am. He fears the fact that I've done whatever it is that I've done here in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. There's nothing wrong with that on the surface. It is, after all, the smartest thing anyone can choose when it comes to me: fear me. By the way, I'd like to point out for the record, that the smartest thing he has said or done all fucking week, is listen to one thing I said. I told him not to admit fear of me or anyone else, ever. How did he respond? By flipping the proverbial script on himself. He later said that he no longer feared â€œthisâ€ Sebastian Duke. He no longer feared â€œthisâ€ King of Darkness.

For the record, "this" Sebastian Duke is the most dangerous "me" that I've been.

Why does he no longer fear me? His basis for no longer fearing me is by him telling the world I was crying over the screw job at Warfare.

Was I crying?

Sebastian Duke Said:I said what I had to say to and about Defiance yet it is Mastermind that continues to drag it up.

Wait for it...

Mastermind Said:"Hell Sebastian, all you had to do was not go there and say their name. Defiance this, Defiance that, Justin Sane this, Justin Sane that, CorVus this, CorVus that. Cor blimey Sebastian when is it going to stop? Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself. Yes you have a vendetta against the entire Defiance Stable, but you don't have to go on, and on, and on, and on about it.

I say it here, it comes out there.

Smart. Smart move Mastermind. I mean, really. Defiance has zero relevance to this match whatsoever so I should ignore what they did. The problem there is that Defiance is very much a part of this match. Corvus has yet to release even one promo, but did I know that was his plan at the time? Of course not.

Let me map this out for him...

The match gets booked by the powers that be. Corvus defends my Intercontinental Championship against Mastermind and Sebastian Duke.

Sebastian Duke drops a promo discussing his very RELEVANT
recent history which most certainly includes Defiance,
before briefly mentioning Mastermind.

Mastermind drops a promo stating that he fears Duke.

Mastermind drops another promo claiming that Duke
is crying over what happened at the hands of Defiance.

Sebastian Duke drops a promo responding to Masterminds claims.

Mastermind reiterates that Duke is crying over Defiance. Builds a bridge out of toothpicks or something.

Sebastian Duke drops a promo, again, being forced to
respond to the claims that he's crying over Defiance. Not to mention
the fact that he's forced to reply to the notion of going on and on
about Defiance by pointing out the fact that its Mastermind continually
bring up Defiance.

Does anyone think he's starting to get the picture?

Somehow I doubt it. He really isn't very intelligent. But that's okay.

Anyway, Mastermind drops yet another promo dragging up Defiance and claiming Duke is crying over it and won't shut up about it.

So then....

Here we are...

Sebastian Duke dropping another promo after Mastermind once again goes on and on about Sebastian Duke and Defiance. I discussed my problem with Defiance in my first promo, that much is true. It is extremely relevant to my current career path. It is extremely relevant to this match in general. Yet, as I pointed out, Mastermind likes to claim I'm crying about it and is continuously bringing it up while lying through his teeth and trying to tell the world that its actually ME that's bringing it up. All I have done since my initial promo is respond to Masterminds severe delusions of self worth and his inability to grasp the truth and grasp reality. He says I should have let it go after my first promo and I intended to do that until he CONTINUED TO BRING IT UP!!!!

Apparently, in Mastermind logic, not only should I ignore Defiance, but I should also ignore him talking about Defiance.

I guess if no one is afraid to face Mastermind because everyone thinks they can defeat him, then he never has to worry about be screwed over. Reality check. I said what I said about Defiance because I like to give warning when I'm coming. It gives them time to shake to their very core, shake to their very fucking soul because they know they fucked with the wrong man. That's the reality of it all. If that's crying, then I guess I was crying. That is where he makes his case for no longer fearing me. Because I said I was coming for Defiance.

Mastermind thinks it was a mistake for me to warn them. Where's the fun in that? It's like a game. I'm a true mastermind, pun not intended... okay, maybe it was a little bit intended... when it comes to getting into the head of my enemy.

Moving on.

What's better than the entire Xtreme Wrestling Federation calling me, a thirty-two year old man, â€œoldâ€ each and every week? It's a man just twenty-two days shy of his forty-first birthday calling me, a man that is nearly nine years his junior, â€œold.â€

Does that make sense to anyone? How does a near 41 year old man call a 32 year old, â€œoldâ€? People constantly mistake the way I look for being old aged. I've not lived an easy life and at 32 years, I may as well have lived a lifetime. People mistake the fact that I've been in the XWF for more than two years as â€œold.â€ People make the mistake of running out of shit to say to me so they think its funny when they pop it into a promo and say 'hahahaha Duke's old!'

It's not remotely creative.

It's juvenile.

It's stupid.

It is, in and of itself, old.

It's also a bald-faced lie.

It's something everyone resorts to when they've come to realize they're beaten. It's something they resort to when they realize that in just a few short hours all of the talk ceases and the action begins and they have to finally put up or shut up. Most of the time, they shut up. It's the thing to do because everyone else did it before them.

Newsflash, XWF... if someone else already said it before, and in this case, it's a lot of someones, then its no longer the thing to do. It just doesn't work because not only is it mindless chatter and filler for your television minutes, its also just flat out not even true.

On Saturday night, it's not Mastermind mastering Sebastian Duke's mind. It's Sebastian Duke teaching the mother fucker a lesson, just like I've done all week.

Cue it up now....

Mastermind's next promo: Duke's still crying over Defiance and continues to bring it up. (Still not even close to true. Reality: I've only responded to his own nonsense.)]]> Why is it that he calls himself Mastermind? Why does he call himself the master of minds? He can't even master his own mind let alone trying to master mine. I don't really want to sit here and point out his hypocrisy this week because I really do have better things to do. I have better things to do than sit here and have a battle of wits with Mastermind. For the record, having a battle of wits against Mastermind is similar to a man with no legs and no arms winning a triathlon. Much like the armless and legless wannabe triathlete, Mastermind is just not equipped with the goods to make this a believable contest.

Rather than dissect every single thing he's said this week, I have chosen to only point out the biggest glaring holes in everything he has said. The biggest gaps in what he says and what is the truth.

In the first promo directed toward me this week, Mastermind admitted to the world that he fears me. He fears the fact that I am who I am. He fears the fact that I've done whatever it is that I've done here in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. There's nothing wrong with that on the surface. It is, after all, the smartest thing anyone can choose when it comes to me: fear me. By the way, I'd like to point out for the record, that the smartest thing he has said or done all fucking week, is listen to one thing I said. I told him not to admit fear of me or anyone else, ever. How did he respond? By flipping the proverbial script on himself. He later said that he no longer feared â€œthisâ€ Sebastian Duke. He no longer feared â€œthisâ€ King of Darkness.

For the record, "this" Sebastian Duke is the most dangerous "me" that I've been.

Why does he no longer fear me? His basis for no longer fearing me is by him telling the world I was crying over the screw job at Warfare.

Was I crying?

Sebastian Duke Said:I said what I had to say to and about Defiance yet it is Mastermind that continues to drag it up.

Wait for it...

Mastermind Said:"Hell Sebastian, all you had to do was not go there and say their name. Defiance this, Defiance that, Justin Sane this, Justin Sane that, CorVus this, CorVus that. Cor blimey Sebastian when is it going to stop? Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself. Yes you have a vendetta against the entire Defiance Stable, but you don't have to go on, and on, and on, and on about it.

Sebastian Duke drops a promo discussing his very RELEVANT
recent history which most certainly includes Defiance,
before briefly mentioning Mastermind.

Mastermind drops a promo stating that he fears Duke.

Mastermind drops another promo claiming that Duke
is crying over what happened at the hands of Defiance.

Sebastian Duke drops a promo responding to Masterminds claims.

Mastermind reiterates that Duke is crying over Defiance. Builds a bridge out of toothpicks or something.

Does anyone think he's starting to get the picture?

Somehow I doubt it. He really isn't very intelligent. But that's okay.

Anyway, Mastermind drops yet another promo dragging up Defiance and claiming Duke is crying over it and won't shut up about it.

So then....

Here we are...

Sebastian Duke dropping another promo after Mastermind once again goes on and on about Sebastian Duke and Defiance. I discussed my problem with Defiance in my first promo, that much is true. It is extremely relevant to my current career path. It is extremely relevant to this match in general. Yet, as I pointed out, Mastermind likes to claim I'm crying about it and is continuously bringing it up while lying through his teeth and trying to tell the world that its actually ME that's bringing it up. All I have done since my initial promo is respond to Masterminds severe delusions of self worth and his inability to grasp the truth and grasp reality. He says I should have let it go after my first promo and I intended to do that until he CONTINUED TO BRING IT UP!!!!

Apparently, in Mastermind logic, not only should I ignore Defiance, but I should also ignore him talking about Defiance.

I guess if no one is afraid to face Mastermind because everyone thinks they can defeat him, then he never has to worry about be screwed over. Reality check. I said what I said about Defiance because I like to give warning when I'm coming. It gives them time to shake to their very core, shake to their very fucking soul because they know they fucked with the wrong man. That's the reality of it all. If that's crying, then I guess I was crying. That is where he makes his case for no longer fearing me. Because I said I was coming for Defiance.

Mastermind thinks it was a mistake for me to warn them. Where's the fun in that? It's like a game. I'm a true mastermind, pun not intended... okay, maybe it was a little bit intended... when it comes to getting into the head of my enemy.

Moving on.

What's better than the entire Xtreme Wrestling Federation calling me, a thirty-two year old man, â€œoldâ€ each and every week? It's a man just twenty-two days shy of his forty-first birthday calling me, a man that is nearly nine years his junior, â€œold.â€

Does that make sense to anyone? How does a near 41 year old man call a 32 year old, â€œoldâ€? People constantly mistake the way I look for being old aged. I've not lived an easy life and at 32 years, I may as well have lived a lifetime. People mistake the fact that I've been in the XWF for more than two years as â€œold.â€ People make the mistake of running out of shit to say to me so they think its funny when they pop it into a promo and say 'hahahaha Duke's old!'

It's not remotely creative.

It's juvenile.

It's stupid.

It is, in and of itself, old.

It's also a bald-faced lie.

It's something everyone resorts to when they've come to realize they're beaten. It's something they resort to when they realize that in just a few short hours all of the talk ceases and the action begins and they have to finally put up or shut up. Most of the time, they shut up. It's the thing to do because everyone else did it before them.

Newsflash, XWF... if someone else already said it before, and in this case, it's a lot of someones, then its no longer the thing to do. It just doesn't work because not only is it mindless chatter and filler for your television minutes, its also just flat out not even true.

On Saturday night, it's not Mastermind mastering Sebastian Duke's mind. It's Sebastian Duke teaching the mother fucker a lesson, just like I've done all week.

Cue it up now....

Mastermind's next promo: Duke's still crying over Defiance and continues to bring it up. (Still not even close to true. Reality: I've only responded to his own nonsense.)]]> <![CDATA[Line and Sinker]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19313 Fri, 27 Mar 2015 13:05:37 -0700 Karl_Cross]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=19313

Karl Cross' Comedy Moment of the week goes to...

Steve Sayors telling Thunderbolt X that they are almost out of time after a twenty second interview.

Well, that just must be embarrassing; to be so overtly wasting an interviewer's time that they call the bell before you're even properly comfy in your seat. Just, wow.

A close runner up went to Dylan George attempting to sneakily slide those naughty alliteration car wrecks back in to his dialogues as he waltzed around with a pretend corpse.

(03-24-2015, 08:01 PM)DYLANGEORGE Said: "illusion inflated intellectualism"
"chillingly clandestine cliche

Haven't we already discussed this Dylan? You just don't know how to take advice do you.

Incidentally, haven't I seen that scene done already in Season 2 of The Following? I surely must be mistaken though because it's not like Dylan has a track record already in his short XWF career of badly recycling material previously done far better.

How exactly is that gimmick working for you now you've dropped the Edgar Allen Poe word bank and gone dawn the wacky road? It's just pure coincidence, I'm sure, that your little change in direction seemingly comes right around the time I point out how tired the production belt that produces your Undertakeresque type is. It can't possibly be that I've completely disarmed you and made you curse the day that you suggested pretending your a big scary bad man.

You've slipped up by letting us know that you've been doing your homework. This info coupled by the fact that you seem hung up by my past tells me that you know just how man good I was back then. You're hardly going to cast doubt on what I'm capable of with nonsense like this either:

(03-24-2015, 08:01 PM)DYLANGEORGE Said: all while scornfully spatting the same self-lionizing tune that's reigned over the stodgy shores of XWF since I've arrived

What. The. Hell. Does that even mean?

At no point in any of the time Karl Cross has chosen to bless you with have I put any of my past achievements on a pedestal. The only people that even appears to be publicly glorifying me are envy filled wannabes like you so please stop trying to blame your high admiration of Karl Cross on me. I fully get that you're maybe not used to working with opponents as experienced or as talented as the likes of me but there is something that you really need to make yourself clear on - you can't just make things up. Well, you can just go ahead and make things up but the only person left looking like a moron is Dylan George.

Tell me Sam, what exactly did you mean in your last promo by "the second of many?" For the love of god I hope you don't mean promos still to come this week for that last one truly was a snorefest.

Have you ever heard the expression: "Give a dog a bone?"

We by giving you the sort of recognition I did the other day I regard you having been offered a whole leg of ham, a nice warm home and a few pats on the head. In return you come running to heel just to inform me that all you've done so far is piss on the rug. What sort of strategy are you going for here exactly?

What I said was that you've stepped toe-to-toe with competitors with larger resumes not that you've beat them you imbecile. You've shown that you have the ability to cut a promo almost decently and perform in the ring to a level which measures up against those with more experience. If you're telling me that I'm wrong and that I shouldn't be taking you seriously because you've actually done nothing then quite frankly that's a really odd move. I really want to give you the benefit of the doubt and hope that this is some sort of bold strategy where you're trying to trick me but I'm already convinced that you're actually just a moron with no clue as to what he actually implied during that promo.

The problem here is that you suffer from a condition quite common in people with lower IQ's called "idiocy."

It's an infliction which means that you'll never be able to even emulate the greatness which is Karl Cross and will ultimately be your downfall come Lethal Lottery. You're just not capable of out thinking me.

Why is it that so many people seem so hung up on what Karl Cross has done in the past? Much like Dylan George you're pre-occupied by the fact that I have had a past stint here in the XWF when I myself have done very little to reference my past glories. Not once have I said you should be afraid of what I've done; only what I'm about to do.

In reference to my "pre-current era buddies," I should point out that there are no friends of mine here in the XWF. If there are people out there who are promoting just how damn good Karl Cross is then these people are called 'fans." Fans are individuals or groups who like your work and want to support you in your battles. I can see clearly why this concept might be alien to someone as like you.

While we're on the topic of things you don't seem to be educated on, let me teach you another little lesson. There is absolutely no point in doing a promo if, by the end, nobody has any idea what the hell you are going on about. You claim that all I do is repeat myself but what you falsely claim to be repetition is what you promo work lacks; clarification of a fucking point. You claim that all I do is repeat myself but what you falsely claim to be repetition is what you promo work lacks; clarification of a fucking point.You claim that all I do is repeat myself but what you falsely claim to be repetition is what you promo work lacks; clarification of a fucking point. (That's what you call repetition, fool.)

Besides, even if I failed to expand on my well thought out points and wrote them all in three words sentences they I would still have ripped your ass to tatters this week. Don't believe me? Let's take a look at just how empty your argument has been this week..

Fast forward right to the point in your second promo where you start to discuss Karl Cross. First you start with a cheap laugh about my name which was just hilarious by the way. You then mention that I used uncertain terminology to discuss your potential and your response is to just discuss yourself for bit. Next you bring up the subject we've already covered where I tried to shine a little of the limelight on to you but you spectacularly devalue anything of worth and chatter on about how bad Lost Souls are. Near the end, I question the irony of you stating that I was the one to watch but then just brushing over me and your marvellous comeback is a quick point about the old bat in your first promo.

Finally, you go on to give a thrilling analysis of Karl Cross' weakness and explain why you have all the tools at your disposal to thwart his reach for glory. No, wait. You actually don't. Instead you shift attention to someone else meaning that once again you do absolutely nothing to bring me down a level. It's as if you seem to think that if you simply mention my name enough times that somehow whatever you're saying will become interesting.

Your promos are dramatic Sammy but sadly the things that you actually have to say are all bark with no bite. (See how I intelligently brought back the dog metaphor from earlier? That's called continuity.) You have the potential to possibly one day do uncertain great things. (Uncertain terminology again! I am fucking clever!) Right now however your game lacks any substance and your favourite technique appears to be shooting off on tangents and skipping around the subject. You also see to really enjoy shooting off on tangents and skipping around the subject(Repetition! Fuck, I used this joke already.) At this point in time even Dylan George is ahead of you in the respect race due to the sheer fact that his last little skit was a little entertaining.

To each and every person who listens to the whispers backstage and wonders: "Why do people think that he is better than me" the answer is simple. Everybody watching this has been nodding their heads along to every single stunning remark I've made because unlike you, I am talented. I know how to dissolve away any offence you seem to think you have while at the same time taking your breath away.

I'm not the only one that leaves you all speechless though. Hero X-Treme 7.9 has also caused a few lower jaws to slam to the floor this week due to his sexual deviancy.

Tell me, why does everything in some way need to be linked to homosexuality with you? Like an edgy teenager hyped up on too much energy drink you resort to labelling everything as "gay" or calling people "

" which makes me wonder just what exactly you are over compensating for. If there is something that you need to get off your chest then just give us a simple nod and we will understand without needing to know any of the details. Whatever lifestyle you have decided to embrace is your choice to make and your family and friends... maybe your fans.... okay, there must be someone who will be willing to stand by you.You don't have to feel guilty about your desires, they just have no place in the discussion of professional wrestling.

Earlier in the week I made a reference to Dylan George being a circus clown however it's become abundantly clear that the real court jester in X-Treme Hero. It takes a real talent to speak so much and yet continue to further prove just how much of a complete fucking idiot you are every time you open your mouth again. At first is suspected there might be an agenda there, that Hero was simply making himself look stupid in order to somehow derail everyone else in the match however that's no longer the case. I've come to realise that Hero X-Treme 7.9 is indeed just fully blow mentally handicapped. Now, I have nothing against your type of people Hero, I fully believe that you should be allowed to roam free amongst the civilised but I do question whether it's morally right to kick your ass.

I suppose come Lethal Lottery we'll all find out if I have it in my heart to kick the living daylights out of a

.

Hell, the way it looks just now I'm going to be in there with a whole damn bunch of them.

***

Beads of perspiration hung precariously to Karl's brow, threatening to drips down in the eyes which dared not to even blink. His attention remained fully on the revolver aimed at his chest. The dusty light seemed to change it's mind every half second about whether it would rather be on or off. The wiring within the whole building had been faulty since Karl moved in back in Septem-... June?

Odd. When did I start living in this apartment?

He shook the thought from his head and focused on Lianna. Her face has developed adult features however when he looked closely, Karl could still see the small girl that had grown up playing in the shadows of the laboratory. Her father, Kutz, had never been one for lavishing her with pointless affection and at the time Karl was too young to foresee the type of person it would cause her to become. Under the flickering light, it was clear now to see that she had grown hard. Her lightly tanned complexion was blemished by slight lines across her forehead which told Karl a story of a smile- less life.

What the hell is it with that flickering light?

Pay attention!

LIanna stepped forward and filmed the bottom of her boot in the sticky sanguine which pooled on the floor. She fully extended the weapon outwards in her right hand and fingered the trigger. Karl thought that the cold December night where he finally put down his foot and fought back against his captures.

"Do you want me to apologise? What you father did to me was..."

"My father made you! You wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for him."

"He was a monster."

"He was your father. He gave life to you. He was your god."

She was right but at the same time totally wrong. Kutz had given breath to Karl's lungs through his experiments but his existence was not something he would regard as a life. His "father" treated him with a cold discipline and physical pain which was a microcosm for the way life had treated him since then. Only two years ago Karl had been on top of the world in an industry he loved but fate deemed him not worthy and snatched it away.

"Lianna, isn't what happened to my career enough of a punishment? I'm just as broken as anyone in this."

Lianna became incensed.

"Are you comparing you bottoming out and hitting the bottle to my father being horrifically scalded over half of his body?"

Karl's eyes began to well up. The image of Dr Kutz' top layers of skin bubbling off of his bones from the concentrated acid pounded against his temples

.

"What do you want from me Lianna?"

"I want you to get to your knees and cry. Weep just like that pussy S.A.M!"

Karl drew his head back as his face screwed tightly together.

"Who the hell is S.A.M? I won't know him for at least another 7 months Lianna!"

She cocked her own head back and released a heart laugh.

"Where do you think you are, Karl?"

Memories of the laboratory came racing back in to Karl's mind but somehow they felt false. He could recall them happening but had the strange feeling that somehow he had never actually lived them. Looking downwards, the sight of his own filthy clothes and out of shape body made him feel angry.

How could I Iet myself become this disgusting?

He furiously snapped back towards Lianna and embers in his eyes.

"This can't be real!"

"Oh silly Karl, none of this is real."

A shot rang out inside the small apartment as a blistering round split through Karl's chest.

***

[PRESENT DAY]

Karl Cross shot upright in his bed covered in a cold sweat. The room around him was cool with the darkness shattered near the window by rays of light streaming in between his blinds. Slowly climbing to his feet the soft plush carpet tickled between his toes. He made his way towards the large en suite and pulled the cord as he entered. His marble was room was illuminated in a radiant light which dance off of each of the luxurious furnishings. Looking in to the mirror he saw the familiar handsome face of one of the world's finest professional wrestler and released a chuckle.

Jesus Karl! What the hell was that? Just a nightmare - nothing to be scared of at all. Next you'll be living of whole life of schizophrenic fantasy much like S.A.M. At least you know what reality is. No pretending to murder people or dancing with corpses for you. What sort of delusional moron needs to make believe just to appear more interesting? And for it all to end on a huge cliche that's been recycled again and again where I wake up and it was all a dream. It's almost as if Dylan George wrote it.

The future number one contender rubbed a hand across the light stubble of his cheek and made the decision to have a quick shave before his workout but knew he had something to do first. Slipping back out of the bathroom door he located his mobile phone. Keying as quickly as he could he typed out a quick message to his physiotherapist:

THANKS AGAIN. MY NECK FEELS BETTER THAN EVER AFTER THE SURGERY. I'M READY TO GO BACK IN TO THE RING.

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