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<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Relentless Day 1]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Mon, 04 May 2026 03:53:20 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Mental Training]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20975 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 00:00:32 -0700 Maverick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20975

Clickity.

Clickity.

Clickity.

The clicks of a mouse can be heard as the camera fades into exsistance, coming into the room of Maverick. We see that he's on a laptop, silently browsing through YouTube, trying to find something that would be worth his while.

Nothing met his eye that was worth watching. With a sigh of dejection, he exited the tab that held YouTube, and went over to the official XWF website, trying to find something from his five opponents at Relentless.

TJ Wallace.

Ginger Snaps.

Peter Gilmour.

Todd Moschitti.

John Black.

It seemed as though none of the five tried to see him as a real threat, one who could potentially win the match, much to the anger of Mav. He detested being underestimated, though it's not like his track record did give him much of a reason to let his opponents perceive him to be a real opponent...

Of course, if there was one advantage he had over the others, it is probably the fact that Maverick literally had a copy of his father inside his mind, ready to give him advice at his beck and call. Perhaps training for the Hart title match was needed. Mental training.

Such action was required now, Maverick decided. He needed to get back into shape. He needed to let his opponents know mid- match they should not have underestimated him. He needed to win. And he was going to get ready to do that.

A sharp exhale left Mav's chest, before he decided to go into the wastelands of his mind. He was focusing, trying to contact the only other soul in his head besides, well, himself.

So... uh, hey, Pops. You around?

Oh. Yeah. Hey.

Silence was what was uttered out of him throughout the majority of the week. But Mav needed him most now, especially since he was about to enter one of the biggest matches of his career.

'Hey' yourself. What have you been doing this past week?

Oh, nothing much, to be quite honest. I've just been trying to stack up your odds of winning against the other five.

Oh come on, it shouldn't take that long. You KNOW I can perform well under high- stress situations. Take the match against Gator and Sane, for example.

Note that Sane was hardly trying, AND you had Scully to assist you. This time, you'll be facing off, alone, against five men who want this title equally, or more, than you. And note, all of them, except Todd and maybe Black, have accomplished more than you.

Impossible. TJ never held a belt, where as I held the Tag Titles, however brief that reign may have been. And there will never be a person who wants that Hart title more than I do. I want to be taken seriously. I want to be able to hang with the big dogs. I want to let the world know that this year, my second year in the XWF, shall be the year of Maverick. No matter how few matches I'll actually be competing in, everyone will know that when I do compete, I mean fucking business.

Fair enough. And I take it the Hart title match is the reason you called me?

Exactly. I need you to open a mental training room for me. I need a challenge so large that I cannot overcome. I need to reach, and therefore, break my limits.

Hm. Very well. Since this is the first time you want to go through a mental training session while awake, I'll need you to sleep.

Another sharp exhale escaped Maverick.

Sleep.

A near- foreign concept to him as of late. Usually, he'd stay up far into the night ever since he re- signed to the XWF, analyzing matches with the three real competitors in this match, Ginger Snaps, TJ Wallace, and Peter Gilmour. Frequently, he'd find himself passed out, waking up drooling on himself. Gross.

As such, Mav was out like a light as soon as he closed his eyes. He was waiting to be in the world of his mind, in the world of his dreams. He knew that potentially an unconquerable challenge awaited him. But he needed to pass it. He needed to smash through his limits. He needed to be the next Hart Champion.

And if he doesn't succeed here, his efforts may just be for naught.

A light breeze danced across the nose of Maverick, jolting him awake.

"GUAH!" he shouted as he rose to a sitting position.

What Maverick expected when he woke up was along the lines of a death trap. Lava, spikes, the works.

But instead, what greeted him was just a basic wrestling mat, out in the fields of nowhere.

"I- is this some kind of joke?!" Mav cried as he forced himself to his feet.

"You say that like I did you the exact opposite of a favor," a familiar voice rang out behind him.

"AAGH!" Mav shouted as he stepped back about a mile a minute, all while turning around.

And no, that was a figure of speech. Gawds, the mental capacity of you people.

"I'd really appreciate it if you stop shouting. Works wonders for the ole' eardrums," Mav's mind- father said.

"Oh, uh, right," Mav said as he returned to normal, finished with his freakout. "But why are we here, of all places? Not what I exactly think of when 'a challenge I cannot overcome,' I wouldn't think of just a wrestling mat out in nowhere. Unless if I have to move the mat. DO I have to move the mat?"

"No, no, you don't. But, you have to get used to fighting in matches again. And what better way to do that then in a 1- on- 1 match against your old pop?"

"... I hate you so much sometimes."

"I know you do. Now, step inside the ring." A commanding point given by the man formerly known as Robert Solomon forced Maverick to slowly saunter into the ring.

Stepping in between the ropes, Maverick had no idea what awaite him once the 'bell' would be rung. How ruthless would his father be? Would he go harder or lighter than the last time Mav faced off against him? If it was the latter, how on Earth would Maverick escape with a win?

"Right," Robert said, taking note of Maverick's idle stance, before snapping his fingers. Multiple steel chairs rose out of the ground, nameless spectators cheering right on top of them. How much was there? 50? 75? 100 at the most, but that's beside the point.

A Drew Archyle also popped out of the ground, wearing a referee shirt.

"Really? Drew Archyle?" Maverick questioned, while Robert responded with a shrug. One more finger snap later, and yet another steel chair was raised, this time empty. A bell was sitting next to it. Another Drew Archlye was spawned with yet another snap. He slowly sat down into the chair, drinking in the sight that was Maverick being tortured in there. A small grin was able to be seen on his face as he rang the bell.

DING!

DING!

DING!

Robert and Mav slowly circled around the ring. Since they already faced off before, this was likely going to continue right where they left off. They charged to the middle and met in a collar- and- elbow tie- up, Robert easily winning it and pushing Mav into a corner of the ring.

After a few seconds of keeping his son confined in a corner, Mind- Archyle got involved and moved Robert away from Mav. Mav was about to charge after his father, but Robert moved Mind- Archyle out of the way and thumbed his son in the eye. Maverick immediately recoiled, clutching his eye. The crowd hissed at Robert's low display.

"What you lack is a killer instinct," Robert ridiculed as he seemed to charge in and get a surprise roll- up off of Mav, only to change it to a leg lock at the last second. "How can you expect to beat Gilmour with those kinds of instincts? Or how about Ginger? Weakness is the only thing you're showing right now, m'boy-- FIGHT IT!"

Maverick was crying out in pain, the unexpectedness and pure strength of the leg lock working wonders. Slowly but surely, Mav began to crawl to the bottom ring ropes, trying to claw his way there.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Robert encouraged. "Keep fighting back!"

Finally, Maverick reached the ropes. Having no choice, Archyle steps in and forces Robert to break the hold. After giving off a soft sigh, Robert released the hold, allowing Maverick to get back to his feet-- but it was clear he was hobbled. Maverick had to rely on the leg that wasn't locked in Robert's leg lock for strength.

Robert waited until Mav was back on both feet before charging in again.

"You have to cover your weaknesses, Joshua!" Robert shouted as he gave Mav a kick right where his injured leg was. Being called by his real name and the harshness of Robert's tone was bad enough, but being hurt right in your injured area was even worse. "You'll be on the big stage, in the lion's den! You expect your opponents to show you any mercy?! Then you'll be eaten alive!"

Robert fired off another leg kick this time, which Mav managed to deflect with his hand, but that led him to be open, with an open- palmed slap from Robert. Mav immediately recoiled, though he charged back into the fray with a Lou Thesz Press. From there, Mav took control of one of his father's arms, and expertly applied an armbar. Taken off guard by the sudden burst of offense, Robert waited for a moment for his mind to catch up. Then, he elbowed Mav's injured leg, which immediately forced him to relinquish all strength in his hold.

From there, it was an easy escape from Mav's hold for Robert. Taking advantage of his son's downed state, he went for the pin.

1...

2.......

Thr- kickout! Mav just managed to power out!

Robert grimaced, then returned to his slow, but agonizing torture.

It wasn't a match. It was a massacre. For every move the injured Mav managed to pull off, Robert managed to pull off three more.

But, very occassionally, Mav managed to show signs of life, even to the point of hitting a Lights Out Spinebuster on his own father once, though afterward, Robert capitalized once more on his son's injury, and kick him right on his thigh after playing possum for a bit.

However, Mav still refused to give in. Not once did he allow himself to get pinned, and there were times where a face painted with genuine surprise was found on Robert.

After what seemed like hours on end of this torture, the bell suddenly rang. Confusion ran through Maverick-- he didn't remember being pinned, nor did he remember submitting. What was going on?

"Ah, yes, it seemed like I forgot to tell you," Robert said. "Twenty minute time limit. Just like your Hart title match. Didn't want you getting too tuckered out."

"I'm not sure whether to thank you or to hate you," Mav managed to cry out through his pain.

"Oh, thanking me would be nice, but in your sorry state. you won't be thanking anyone for a while. Be thankful these wounds will dissapear when you wake up. Oh, and Mav?"

"Yeah?"

"Considering that was the hardest I've ever went on for any man in any match, and you still refused to allow yourself to be pinned, well, I'd say you did good."

"Th- thanks, Dad," Mav managed to sputter out as he went back to the world of the living.

While Mav might not have done good in the match, it was still valuable training, training that will help him out a lot during the Hart title match.

Now it's time to be a fuckin' champion.

"So Ginger, since it seems that Peter Gilmour refuses to respond to me, and we haven't heard a peep from TJ Wallace since his promos got taken down, nor Todd and Black after their promos, it's now just you and me. One- on- one. And honestly, I'm fine with this matchup."

"And no, before you accuse me of being sexist, it's nothing like that, Your only big win that you can truly strut about is Vinnie Lane, and like we covered earlier, he was just a worn down, husk of a man."

"Believe it or not, I got my first title win off a match by beating two husks with my tag team partner, Scully. Yeah, we beat Sane and Gator, two of the biggest sons of bitches back in the day. But, given how bad Defiance's rough patch was at the time, they were just two worn out, emotionally bruised and battered souls."

"When I allowed Scully to get the pin, and he got the 1, 2, 3, and we were celebrating with those titles, I just felt... empty. I mean, yeah, big tag team title win, who wouldn't celebrate that? But my victory felt... hollow. I finally beat Gator, one of the people who made my life hell when I first got here, and one of the people I swore to defeat in a match, but it was obvious he wasn't at 100%. And I guess you could say, without wanting to admit it, that made be become a husk of a competitor too. Self- doubt swarmed my mind, like, would I ever be able to beat Gator when he's at 100%?"

"But, my vacation revitalized me. I'm going into this match full of bleeding hope. Try and stop me all you want, but you're just an ant, an ant that needs to be squashed. You need to wake up, smell the coffee. Maybe look back on Dim and Peter's past actions, and realize, 'hey, that's not what a perfectly normal and sane person would do!' Want proof? Look after Peter Gilmour's match when he lost to the 8- year old. He literally knocked out his entire class. And I wish I was joking."

"Whatever, act how you wanna act. I'm not gonna waste any more time on you."]]> <![CDATA[I'm sleeping, and getting married. 3]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20979 Thu, 30 Jul 2015 21:59:29 -0700 Ginger Snaps]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20979
Before I raise back up, I feel Johnny's lips press against mine. Our mouths become one as we kneel over on the dance floor. I hear people in the distance let out an aww. And then I hear a clap form. Johnny brings me to my feet, and his hand rests on the small of my back as we continue our dance. The people watching are in awe of me. I am the Princess they came to see. We finish the dance, and I look around the room. I see people crying, and covering their mouths. Tiffany is wiping her eyes. I walk over to her.

God, Ginger, you look absolutely gorgeous. And Johnny is the picture of Gentleman Etiquette. Did you know he even thanked your father for giving you away today.

Daddy's here? He told me he had to leave after the ceremony.

Tiffany wipes her eyes and points me to my daddy talking to the preacher. I rush over and hug him from behind. I growl like a bear as I do.

Hey, Princess. I wanted to surprise you by sticking around. I got you something.

He twists around faces me. I've got the best daddy in the entire world. He kisses me on the forehead, and wipes the tears that started to form at the base of my eyes. He pushes me back, and pulls something out of his suit jacket. It's the rolling pin he used when he was the wrestler that one time. He brushes my hair out from over my eye. This is the happiest day of my life, and I am so very happy that my daddy is here to share it with me. Daddy starts laughing, and turns to point out Johnny dancing with mums. Johnny's chubby frame moving so elegantly while mum's think frame, and bright red hair dance around, her yellow dress and flaming hair, make her look as if she were a candle dancing in the wind. I hope I age as well as she did.

And then I wake up to the darkness, and blink three times before looking around. The room is dark, and Johnny is laying next to me, his hairy chest raises and lowers as he slumbers. I want to blow a raspberry on his tummy. I don't, but I do decide to get up and go pee. I don't bother putting on the light, don't want to wake up Johnny. The toilet seat is cold, and I feel like this was a mistake. I finish peeing, get to my feet, and shuffle back to the bed. Something catches my foot, and I fall. There's a thud, and Johnny sits up right.

I'd like a table for four please.

He collapses back to the bed, and rolls over as if he hadn't woken up at all. I pull myself to my feet, and move slowly back to the bed. I climb in and curl up under my blankets. The warmth rocks me back to sleep.

Johnny and I are standing in our living room, our fingers tangled sweetly. George is standing in the hallway, supporting himself with a cane. He looks angry. I don't see why at first, so I survey the room, taking every inch of it in. The couch has been chewed, and springs are showing. The carpet is all eaten up, the windows are broken out. So far nothing to anger Georgie, and then I see it. The telly screen is shattered. His Xbox is sparking, and smoking. I realise why George is mad. I go over and hug him, leaving Johnny standing alone, looking at the damage. The only thing that is undamaged is a picture from Johnny and my wedding. I'm wearing a Pink and Blue dress with a Tiara, and Johnny is wearing a blue Tuxedo with a pink vest. Georgie is standing beside me, and Tiffany on his other side. They're wearing a matching green outfits.

I'm sorry, Georgie. I'll get you a new Xbox.

He shakes his head.

It's not the Xbox, sis. Look at the chair.

In the middle of the chair is my Hart Title, but it's all chewed up. There are dents all over the brass, and the leather is almost unusable. I feel bad for Shane having to pay for it to get fixed. Unless he decides to fine me for it. I hope he dies it. I release my grip on Georgie, and I bring my hands up to my mouth and begin to chew on my nails. Not only is the house ruined, the belt is ruined, and King Henry has gone off and run away. I have to find my Henry. I look down at my feet, they're naked, and I feel as if they should be cold, but they're not. I put on boots, and prepare to open the door and go searching for my baby Llama. Johnny, grabs my shoulder and stops me.

You can't go out in this weather, and pregnant. You'll get sick.

I look down, and I see my tummy. I'm showing. I forgot I was pregnant.

I decide I'll be fine, I step outside and it's pouring rain. The water is cold. I wonder how my feet weren't, but the rain was. Until I see a light, and look up. Tiffany is sitting on my lap, holding a glass of water. She's slowly dripping it on me. She's grinning.

Hey, sweetie. Sleep well? Johnny went out to get something. I figured you'd let me watch you record a video for your opponent, Shitterick. Then you and I can go chill here and talk about Georgie.

I blink a few times. I'm still groggy. I reach up and take the glass of water from her. I drink it, and blink some more.

Huh?

Your opponent, Maverick, he uploaded a promo where he admitted to shitting on the Xtreme title.

Oh, ok. Bring me the laptop. I need to watch it.

She brings over the laptop and sits right down next to me. We watch the video, and Tiffany can't help but laugh at how boring and predictable Maverick is.

This guy sounds like he's taken lines out of every generic tough guy book ever. And he looks like he doesn't understand how to turn on a shower.

I know I shouldn't, but I laugh.

Yeah, he's not the first person I've seen here who doesn't like showering. Oh well. I'm going to go shower, and get ready to talk to this guy.

I get to my feet and go shower. I dress myself in a pretty black dress with red piping, and sit at the chair in the corner. Tiffany sets the laptop and I begin to record my video response.

Hi, Maverick! I do hope you pay close attention to what I'm about to say, because it's very important. I beat Vinnie Lane, even if you say he wasn't at 100 percent, I still did something you'd never be able to do. Do you know why? Because I see through you and your act. You're not a tough guy, not really. And that's ok. You don't need to be tough. You just need to be honest with yourself. You're just not yourself now. You're trying to pretend to be tough and ready for this match, but you're not. You're kind of a let down. I thought your big return might have you actually show up with something that makes me feel special, but you didn't. And do you know why?

Because you're too obsessed with Peter Gilmour. There is something odd about how everyone here seems to be obsessed with Peter, and constantly trying to put Peter down. It's sad how little self confidence you have that you have to boost it by making Peter feel bad. The problem is, Maverick, that Peter won't feel sad because at the end of the day, Peter is a much better person and competitor than you are. Peter isn't one to be cut down by your constant jabs about his weight, or whatever other trivial insults you feel like throwing up about his weight, or him not being as smart as other people. It's like this is the only thing people can possibly say about him. I'm sorry, but from your angry introduction to me, I thought you'd talk about something that might hurt my feelings.

You defended the Captain keeping me on? I was asked by name, you on the other hand, were not invited at all. My place in the pirate crew was not in question. Yours was. My friend, Robbie Bourbon, his employees mentioned me being not a pirate because he was trying to do what he thought was best for me. You, were doing it because you're petty and jealous. You wanted to put me out so that you could shine like I shined for a minute. Now, I'm not here to tell you how awesome I am, but I am here to tell you that your jealousy is shining through. It doesn't look good on you being jealous of a little girl.

Now, you think I defended Hitler? No, what he did was terrible, but the question was whether he was beyond help. And the answer was no. Hitler was not beyond help. Osama Bin Laden was not beyond help either. In fact, most of the things you know about Bin Laden you probably don't know. You just know that he was a tall muslim in a time when it was acceptable to hate Muslims. So, I'm sorry that I don't believe the man we know almost nothing about is beyond help. Kim Jong Un hasn't done anything, except make threats because he's getting bullied. So, that's not beyond help, either. You're just trying to find ways to prove me to be fake, even though there's no reason for it.

You want to call me a Hatriot Sympathiser because I'm not a fan of everyone picking on Dim and Peter for no reason? Or because I don't believe that Trax was attacked as innocently as he wants you to believe? Did you not see when Trax attacked the men marching to the ring when Trax attacked them before they did anything, then claimed victim? No, in your blind hatred for Dim and Peter, you decided that they had to immediately be in the wrong. Because you're obsessed with Peter and Dim. And I'm sure you'll start to go on about me over and over again. Because, despite me not being the smartest, I noticed something about you and people like you here. The kids wanting to fit in with the big names. You want to ride the same bus to school. You think stealing their jokes makes you cool. Maverick, it just makes you their next joke. So, as a friend, just stop it.

I close my laptop, and look at Tiffany.

Was that everything you ever hoped it was?

Eh, you went all lecturing mom on him. I thought you'd go more badass. Rip off your dress and start screaming like a savage Scot.

I'm not a savage Scot, and I like this dress. Daddy bought me this dress when I moved to England. Besides, Maverick just needs a friend, and to get lectured sometimes. He's just a lonely boy.

Tiffany starts laughing so hard she falls off of my bed.]]>
Before I raise back up, I feel Johnny's lips press against mine. Our mouths become one as we kneel over on the dance floor. I hear people in the distance let out an aww. And then I hear a clap form. Johnny brings me to my feet, and his hand rests on the small of my back as we continue our dance. The people watching are in awe of me. I am the Princess they came to see. We finish the dance, and I look around the room. I see people crying, and covering their mouths. Tiffany is wiping her eyes. I walk over to her.

God, Ginger, you look absolutely gorgeous. And Johnny is the picture of Gentleman Etiquette. Did you know he even thanked your father for giving you away today.

Daddy's here? He told me he had to leave after the ceremony.

Tiffany wipes her eyes and points me to my daddy talking to the preacher. I rush over and hug him from behind. I growl like a bear as I do.

Hey, Princess. I wanted to surprise you by sticking around. I got you something.

He twists around faces me. I've got the best daddy in the entire world. He kisses me on the forehead, and wipes the tears that started to form at the base of my eyes. He pushes me back, and pulls something out of his suit jacket. It's the rolling pin he used when he was the wrestler that one time. He brushes my hair out from over my eye. This is the happiest day of my life, and I am so very happy that my daddy is here to share it with me. Daddy starts laughing, and turns to point out Johnny dancing with mums. Johnny's chubby frame moving so elegantly while mum's think frame, and bright red hair dance around, her yellow dress and flaming hair, make her look as if she were a candle dancing in the wind. I hope I age as well as she did.

And then I wake up to the darkness, and blink three times before looking around. The room is dark, and Johnny is laying next to me, his hairy chest raises and lowers as he slumbers. I want to blow a raspberry on his tummy. I don't, but I do decide to get up and go pee. I don't bother putting on the light, don't want to wake up Johnny. The toilet seat is cold, and I feel like this was a mistake. I finish peeing, get to my feet, and shuffle back to the bed. Something catches my foot, and I fall. There's a thud, and Johnny sits up right.

I'd like a table for four please.

He collapses back to the bed, and rolls over as if he hadn't woken up at all. I pull myself to my feet, and move slowly back to the bed. I climb in and curl up under my blankets. The warmth rocks me back to sleep.

Johnny and I are standing in our living room, our fingers tangled sweetly. George is standing in the hallway, supporting himself with a cane. He looks angry. I don't see why at first, so I survey the room, taking every inch of it in. The couch has been chewed, and springs are showing. The carpet is all eaten up, the windows are broken out. So far nothing to anger Georgie, and then I see it. The telly screen is shattered. His Xbox is sparking, and smoking. I realise why George is mad. I go over and hug him, leaving Johnny standing alone, looking at the damage. The only thing that is undamaged is a picture from Johnny and my wedding. I'm wearing a Pink and Blue dress with a Tiara, and Johnny is wearing a blue Tuxedo with a pink vest. Georgie is standing beside me, and Tiffany on his other side. They're wearing a matching green outfits.

I'm sorry, Georgie. I'll get you a new Xbox.

He shakes his head.

It's not the Xbox, sis. Look at the chair.

In the middle of the chair is my Hart Title, but it's all chewed up. There are dents all over the brass, and the leather is almost unusable. I feel bad for Shane having to pay for it to get fixed. Unless he decides to fine me for it. I hope he dies it. I release my grip on Georgie, and I bring my hands up to my mouth and begin to chew on my nails. Not only is the house ruined, the belt is ruined, and King Henry has gone off and run away. I have to find my Henry. I look down at my feet, they're naked, and I feel as if they should be cold, but they're not. I put on boots, and prepare to open the door and go searching for my baby Llama. Johnny, grabs my shoulder and stops me.

You can't go out in this weather, and pregnant. You'll get sick.

I look down, and I see my tummy. I'm showing. I forgot I was pregnant.

I decide I'll be fine, I step outside and it's pouring rain. The water is cold. I wonder how my feet weren't, but the rain was. Until I see a light, and look up. Tiffany is sitting on my lap, holding a glass of water. She's slowly dripping it on me. She's grinning.

Hey, sweetie. Sleep well? Johnny went out to get something. I figured you'd let me watch you record a video for your opponent, Shitterick. Then you and I can go chill here and talk about Georgie.

I blink a few times. I'm still groggy. I reach up and take the glass of water from her. I drink it, and blink some more.

Huh?

Your opponent, Maverick, he uploaded a promo where he admitted to shitting on the Xtreme title.

Oh, ok. Bring me the laptop. I need to watch it.

She brings over the laptop and sits right down next to me. We watch the video, and Tiffany can't help but laugh at how boring and predictable Maverick is.

This guy sounds like he's taken lines out of every generic tough guy book ever. And he looks like he doesn't understand how to turn on a shower.

I know I shouldn't, but I laugh.

Yeah, he's not the first person I've seen here who doesn't like showering. Oh well. I'm going to go shower, and get ready to talk to this guy.

I get to my feet and go shower. I dress myself in a pretty black dress with red piping, and sit at the chair in the corner. Tiffany sets the laptop and I begin to record my video response.

Hi, Maverick! I do hope you pay close attention to what I'm about to say, because it's very important. I beat Vinnie Lane, even if you say he wasn't at 100 percent, I still did something you'd never be able to do. Do you know why? Because I see through you and your act. You're not a tough guy, not really. And that's ok. You don't need to be tough. You just need to be honest with yourself. You're just not yourself now. You're trying to pretend to be tough and ready for this match, but you're not. You're kind of a let down. I thought your big return might have you actually show up with something that makes me feel special, but you didn't. And do you know why?

Because you're too obsessed with Peter Gilmour. There is something odd about how everyone here seems to be obsessed with Peter, and constantly trying to put Peter down. It's sad how little self confidence you have that you have to boost it by making Peter feel bad. The problem is, Maverick, that Peter won't feel sad because at the end of the day, Peter is a much better person and competitor than you are. Peter isn't one to be cut down by your constant jabs about his weight, or whatever other trivial insults you feel like throwing up about his weight, or him not being as smart as other people. It's like this is the only thing people can possibly say about him. I'm sorry, but from your angry introduction to me, I thought you'd talk about something that might hurt my feelings.

You defended the Captain keeping me on? I was asked by name, you on the other hand, were not invited at all. My place in the pirate crew was not in question. Yours was. My friend, Robbie Bourbon, his employees mentioned me being not a pirate because he was trying to do what he thought was best for me. You, were doing it because you're petty and jealous. You wanted to put me out so that you could shine like I shined for a minute. Now, I'm not here to tell you how awesome I am, but I am here to tell you that your jealousy is shining through. It doesn't look good on you being jealous of a little girl.

Now, you think I defended Hitler? No, what he did was terrible, but the question was whether he was beyond help. And the answer was no. Hitler was not beyond help. Osama Bin Laden was not beyond help either. In fact, most of the things you know about Bin Laden you probably don't know. You just know that he was a tall muslim in a time when it was acceptable to hate Muslims. So, I'm sorry that I don't believe the man we know almost nothing about is beyond help. Kim Jong Un hasn't done anything, except make threats because he's getting bullied. So, that's not beyond help, either. You're just trying to find ways to prove me to be fake, even though there's no reason for it.

You want to call me a Hatriot Sympathiser because I'm not a fan of everyone picking on Dim and Peter for no reason? Or because I don't believe that Trax was attacked as innocently as he wants you to believe? Did you not see when Trax attacked the men marching to the ring when Trax attacked them before they did anything, then claimed victim? No, in your blind hatred for Dim and Peter, you decided that they had to immediately be in the wrong. Because you're obsessed with Peter and Dim. And I'm sure you'll start to go on about me over and over again. Because, despite me not being the smartest, I noticed something about you and people like you here. The kids wanting to fit in with the big names. You want to ride the same bus to school. You think stealing their jokes makes you cool. Maverick, it just makes you their next joke. So, as a friend, just stop it.

I close my laptop, and look at Tiffany.

Was that everything you ever hoped it was?

Eh, you went all lecturing mom on him. I thought you'd go more badass. Rip off your dress and start screaming like a savage Scot.

I'm not a savage Scot, and I like this dress. Daddy bought me this dress when I moved to England. Besides, Maverick just needs a friend, and to get lectured sometimes. He's just a lonely boy.

Tiffany starts laughing so hard she falls off of my bed.]]> <![CDATA[Don't You Know About the Bird?]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20978 Thu, 30 Jul 2015 21:31:51 -0700 Christopher Isles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20978
Christopher: You know, I was going to use one of my vlog clips for this show in order to ensure a hard fought victory, but then I realized, 'wait a minute, I'm up against one of those false Gods that left the federation for no good reason!' So I decided to save what I had until the next show and just trash Bird outright. Let's face it, that douchebag doesn't deserve any effort.

[We hear Dustin's faint laughter from behind the camera. Chris politely waits for him to finish before continuing on with his point.]

Christopher: Ya done?

Dustin: Yeah, brah, I'm done.

Christopher: Cool. Now, imagine you were a God that randomly decided to become a wrestler one day. How exactly do you want to start forming an alliance with everyone else in this company? Maybe you want to gather as many people as possible and persuade them to join your side for a new religious movement? That would make some sort of sense, right?

[Christopher puts on a smirk and shakes his head in disagreement.]

Christopher: You'd think that's what an omnipotent being would do. Instead, he decides to attack a preacher because he thought he was a God when he really wasn't. I really don't know how anyone can make that mistake, but whatever, something like that can be forgiven I guess. I mean, he did pick up a victory against four men for a shot at the Hart title, after all.

Dustin: Didn't he waste that shot after getting his ass squashed by Cain?

Christopher: You've watched that shit, brah? I thought you didn't watch anything unless I was in it.

Dustin: Yeah, well I had to study up on your opponent so you didn't look like a complete dumbass right now.

Christopher: Trust me, brah, no matter how bad I might act on camera, some of the others I have to put up with are ten times worse. Look at Dim and Pete. Sure they got a lot done, but my God, are they as dull as a fucking unsharpened pencil. Ethan is just about up there, because he appears to have completely forgotten about this place and proceeded to let his neck-beard completely consume him. Either that, or he just doesn't care anymore. Yeah, the second one probably is more likely, don't you think?

Dustin: given his last performance, yeah, I'd say he doesn't really care.

Christopher: Right, dude? He took all of Dim's moves like it was his fucking job to stand there like a training dummy! 'S amazing how one man with such hopes can fuck up so badly, y'know?

Dustin: You mean like you?

[Chris smiles and slaps Dustin somewhere on his person. Even though we couldn't exactly see where it hit, we can hear the slap echo off Dustin, making a loud snap off of Dustin's skin. In the background, we can see Drew Archyle looking over the wooden fence, apparently watching Chris cut a promo against his opponent. As soon as Chris walks back into frame, Drew proceeds to head away from the camera and out of the lens's field of vision. The wrestler of the duo probably didn't even recognize him until he was just about to upload this promo to the website.]

Christopher: So I've been in a slump lately, so what? Ethan sure as hell isn't going to try and I'm more than certain that whoever I might fight next won't either. What exactly can you say to a man who simply doesn't care about his career anymore, anyways? I mean, a man who doesn't like what he's doing is already defeated on the inside. The only real opponents they have are unemployment and bills, and those two are really tough opponents.

Dustin: But dude, he said he was a God. He shouldn't have to worry about what we're suffering from.

Christopher: You sure he isn't faking it, brah? I mean, him being an actual God could be as likely as Kim Kardashian having real tits. Me being able to prove that there isn't an actual God that is willing to waste his time with us is more likely than him being a real God, and Atheists are getting closer to outweighing Christian men! Hell, even if he does respond to me, which would be rarer than seeing a blue moon, it more than likely wouldn't be worth my time anyways.

Dustin: Hell, recording this felt like a waste of time.

Christopher: It sure as fuck felt like one, dude. Want to go back inside and play some Borderlands?

Dustin: Sure thing, brah.

[The scene then cuts to black.]]]>
Christopher: You know, I was going to use one of my vlog clips for this show in order to ensure a hard fought victory, but then I realized, 'wait a minute, I'm up against one of those false Gods that left the federation for no good reason!' So I decided to save what I had until the next show and just trash Bird outright. Let's face it, that douchebag doesn't deserve any effort.

[We hear Dustin's faint laughter from behind the camera. Chris politely waits for him to finish before continuing on with his point.]

Christopher: Ya done?

Dustin: Yeah, brah, I'm done.

Christopher: Cool. Now, imagine you were a God that randomly decided to become a wrestler one day. How exactly do you want to start forming an alliance with everyone else in this company? Maybe you want to gather as many people as possible and persuade them to join your side for a new religious movement? That would make some sort of sense, right?

[Christopher puts on a smirk and shakes his head in disagreement.]

Christopher: You'd think that's what an omnipotent being would do. Instead, he decides to attack a preacher because he thought he was a God when he really wasn't. I really don't know how anyone can make that mistake, but whatever, something like that can be forgiven I guess. I mean, he did pick up a victory against four men for a shot at the Hart title, after all.

Dustin: Didn't he waste that shot after getting his ass squashed by Cain?

Christopher: You've watched that shit, brah? I thought you didn't watch anything unless I was in it.

Dustin: Yeah, well I had to study up on your opponent so you didn't look like a complete dumbass right now.

Christopher: Trust me, brah, no matter how bad I might act on camera, some of the others I have to put up with are ten times worse. Look at Dim and Pete. Sure they got a lot done, but my God, are they as dull as a fucking unsharpened pencil. Ethan is just about up there, because he appears to have completely forgotten about this place and proceeded to let his neck-beard completely consume him. Either that, or he just doesn't care anymore. Yeah, the second one probably is more likely, don't you think?

Dustin: given his last performance, yeah, I'd say he doesn't really care.

Christopher: Right, dude? He took all of Dim's moves like it was his fucking job to stand there like a training dummy! 'S amazing how one man with such hopes can fuck up so badly, y'know?

Dustin: You mean like you?

[Chris smiles and slaps Dustin somewhere on his person. Even though we couldn't exactly see where it hit, we can hear the slap echo off Dustin, making a loud snap off of Dustin's skin. In the background, we can see Drew Archyle looking over the wooden fence, apparently watching Chris cut a promo against his opponent. As soon as Chris walks back into frame, Drew proceeds to head away from the camera and out of the lens's field of vision. The wrestler of the duo probably didn't even recognize him until he was just about to upload this promo to the website.]

Christopher: So I've been in a slump lately, so what? Ethan sure as hell isn't going to try and I'm more than certain that whoever I might fight next won't either. What exactly can you say to a man who simply doesn't care about his career anymore, anyways? I mean, a man who doesn't like what he's doing is already defeated on the inside. The only real opponents they have are unemployment and bills, and those two are really tough opponents.

Dustin: But dude, he said he was a God. He shouldn't have to worry about what we're suffering from.

Christopher: You sure he isn't faking it, brah? I mean, him being an actual God could be as likely as Kim Kardashian having real tits. Me being able to prove that there isn't an actual God that is willing to waste his time with us is more likely than him being a real God, and Atheists are getting closer to outweighing Christian men! Hell, even if he does respond to me, which would be rarer than seeing a blue moon, it more than likely wouldn't be worth my time anyways.

Dustin: Hell, recording this felt like a waste of time.

Christopher: It sure as fuck felt like one, dude. Want to go back inside and play some Borderlands?

Dustin: Sure thing, brah.

[The scene then cuts to black.]]]> <![CDATA[Ready for a Return? (Part 2/2)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20948 Thu, 30 Jul 2015 19:34:56 -0700 Maverick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20948

The camera is obscured in a strange, smoky effect. Nobody can make heads or tails of where anything is.

Eventually, however, the camera pushes through the smoky effect, only to find a deep, dark room. The faint look of a figure can only be barely seen, standing with his back to the camera, arms outstretched.

Finally, as if on instinct, spotlights flick on all around the room, moving around to the figure, who is revealed to be... Maverick!

"Finally.... finally.... FINALLY!" Even though his back is still to the camera, it is pretty obvious by now that Maverick is hyped. "After nearly a two month absence, returning at Relentless, say welcome back to your future Hart Champion.... MMMMMMMMAVVVVVVVVVVERICKKKKKK!"

Spinning around as if he was dancing to the faint hum of his theme song in the back, Maverick is now facing the camera. Faded clothes can be seen on his body, them being a plain grey t- shirt and jeans. Wait, why is Maverick in jeans in the middle of the summer? Eh, it must be air conditioned inside. But we digress, just like how Peter Gilmour tries to digress away when he was warned about his cholesterol levels in an all- you- can- eat chicken parm buffet.

"Yes, yes, 'tis I, the one, the only, Maverick! And it seems like in order for me to become Hart Champion, I have to go through five little shitheads. Eh, it's no problem, right? The only threat in this match is TJ Wallace, but I'm not gonna let some wanna- be gangster stand in my way! But, regardless, it seems as if my opponents have had quite the amount of shit in their daily diet. It's reflecting in their speech, what with how much bullshit they're saying. Let's begin with John Black."

"Yes, I know what you must be thinking. 'John Black? Since when does he deserve your time? When was the last time he won a match?' And yes, I do see what you're saying, but I am contractually obligated to mention ALL of my opponents, should I enter a multi- man match. So John, let us take a journey through that shitstorm of a promo, more specifically the part where you trash- talked me."

John Blac Said:X-Mav, what to say about an exact personality who likes to shit on people's bags and belts?

"Black, what to say about an exact personality who only loses? You lose in everything you compete in. I'm sure your family is the same way. Hell, I'm sure your mom lost the competition to give birth to you in an actual hospital. You are an illiterate fucktard. You can never win at anything. Most underrated man in the XWF? More like, Most likely to be defeated in this match. Your only insult is me being framed for the shitting of the X-treme title belt, even though I already presented video fucking evidence of X-Pac shitting on the belt. But even if I did shit on the title, you'd still be rehashing an insult that's nearly a year old. Like, holy shit. Are people so hard- pressed for insults that they have to use year- old insults?"

"Eh, but come on, that was just John Black, right? Surely Peter Gilmour, who has accomplished nearly everything here- oh, sorry, have to cough."

Maverick raises his arm to his mouth and releases two (obviously fake) coughs, in between managing to get out in a massive flurry of words-

"ExceptforwinningLethalLotteryandwinningtheUniversalChampionship."

"Ah, sorry. Just recovering from a nasty, horrid cough I had about a few days back. Horrible!" Maverick said as he returned his arm to his side. "But yes, as I implied, I am taking a look at what Peter Gilmour said about me."

Peter Fagmour Said:Maverick.. the ICEMAN.. I heard you say that I don't have captions in my promos. Bitch, I always have captions in my promos. I got people from other countries watching my promos so you point is invalid. It's just too bad you can't read but since I'm such a nice guy, I'll put up the rest of my promo with captions ok? Here you go asshole.

We cut back to see Mav with his face in his hands, quietly moaning from Gilmour's lack of incompetence.

"Peter fucking Fagmour, are you serious? Seriously? You couldn't even think of your own insult, so you just went and followed Ginger's lead and use something that I didn't even say in a promo?"

"WHAT FUCKING SENSE DOES THAT MAKE?! I'll tell you, none. No sense whatsoever. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're not falling back to the shitting or the Un insults, but I expected something more... original?"

"And also, you claim you have subtitles in your promos, but if that's the case, why did you just start putting in subtitles when you took off your headset? Confused? I would be too, looking through the transcript of your promo. Here, take a look."

Peter Fagmou Said:Peter talks off mic and we see what's he's saying on the bottom of the screen. TAKE THAT MAVERICK! HA! Peter then begins to turn a corner down the block. He tries hard to conceal his identity but people cheer him on some more. He just smiles as he continues to walk.

"You'll have to sit through the lack of the word 'his' in there, and use your basic logic skills on this one. It would make no sense for Gilly to apparently always have subtitles on his promos, but have it just kick in for this one. Once again, what fucking sense does that make? And, once again, it makes no sense."

"But why should I expect some fucking sense from you? When have you ever been intelligent? Lemme answer that question- never. You are a blight on the human race. You, Peter fucking Fagmour, are the exact representation of what is wrong with humans."

"Lemme lay this out for you- racism? Check. Sexism? Considering that as shown on multiple occasions, you've only shown women to be used as tools, fucking check. Obesity? Like it needs to be fucking said."

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"Fucking check."

"Now, onto my favorite on by far- mental

. Now, holy fucking shit. You fill the entire quota for the world's mental

-- and more. You literally say things you'd find in text talk, such as 'lol' and 'rofl.' Then, there are moments where you are just so blindly fucking stupid. Hey, Gilly, remember that time you actually accepted an eight- year old's challenge-- and FUCKING LOST?! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Oh shit, that still brings a chuckle to me to this day. Now, what else have we got? How about forgetting to donate money to Samuels when you bought money for raffle tickets when you were trying to purchase Vinnie's money? Pffft. But, I know we can go higher than that. There's always a higher ground."

"So Gilly, remember this?"

Peter Fagmour Said:u idiot my cock was hard when I came out of my mom's vagina!

We cut back to see Maverick rolling on the ground, practically dying from laughter.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh my God! Too funny! Pffft! Oh God."

Finally, after a few minutes, Mav pulls himself back up, and dusts himself off.

"But enough about Gilly, blathering on about his mental

. Now, I'd get to TJ Wallace, but for some reason, seems like his promos got taken down. Shame. I would have loved to respond to him, to humiliate him, just as he did to me. And, it seems like Hot Todd could care less about the match- up, as he's hardly said two words. Once again, shame. The lack of drive you two are showing shall be the death of you."

"Now then, I believe that only leaves one girl. Miss Ginger Snaps. You know I believe you remind me of some bitch that was here back in the day..."

"Was it... Jessica Diaz? No, no, that's another girl entirely. Uh... wait, I can get this! THAT'S IT! Iris Oppenheimer. You two would have gotten along swimmingly."

"Now then, since that's cleared up and out of the way, let's get to the part of the promo where you actually mentioned me, yeah?"

Ginger Puss Said:Maverick, hi. We don't know each other, so don't say anything bad about me. I won't say anything to you if you do what's right, and keep quiet. Remember when I dominated my first match, and took Vinnie's title from him? I did it because he hurt my feelings. I hope you don't take it personal that I was invited to join the Pirate team, and Game Girl said she didn't want you on the team. What was with her poop deck joke?

Maverick has a hand of his mouth, quietly chuckling as he looks at that part of the transcript.

"Oh, Ms. Snaps. No, we don't know each other. However, we, in the XWF are trapped in a prison, filled with nothing but insults and half- witted morons charging at us, calling us slurs like '

,' or, more in your case, threaten to rape you, or order you to cook them a steak. I'm sure you've had that happen to you more than a few times."

"Congratulations, you beat a worn down and emotionally drained Vinnie Lane! No, seriously, what you faced is but a fraction of the man you could have faced. Don't get me wrong, a win is a win is a win, especially when it's a title win, but don't gloat to high hell and back over a man who evidently wasn't at 100%."

"Now, that personality of yours. Evidently faked. That whole 'niceness' thing, I mean. You're evidently just a Hatriot sympathizer, and it shows in the way that you attempt to defend the three greatest pieces of shit that life has ever spawned in Adolf Hitler, Osama bin Laden, and Kim Jong Un. Note, at least with the first one, they supported Hitler's holocaust, as it committed genocide against the people who follow the Jewish religion. Never could get a grasp about their views about Kim Jong Un and Osama bin Laden."

"But regardless, you dare have the audacity to defend people who killed INNOCENT FUCKING CIVILIANS?! You make me fucking sick to my stomach."

"Ugh, sorry, I just got a bit... over my head there. But, moving on, note I tried to defend you from getting kicked off the pirate crew. If it wasn't for me trying to assist you, you likely would have had your spot taken away for Bourbon's cronies. So, why would I be jealous?"

"And, for the poop deck joke... Ugh, long story. All you need to know is that I was framed for shitting on the X-title, everyone refuses to believe that I didn't do it even though I have presented video evidence otherwise, and no matter what, they will argue and say that I did in fact, shit on the X-title."

"Now that I've gone through the first wave of uninspired insults and sheer idiocy, I suppose it's time to sign off. And if your name happens to be Peter Gilmour, fuck you."]]>

John Blac Said:X-Mav, what to say about an exact personality who likes to shit on people's bags and belts?

Peter Fagmour Said:Maverick.. the ICEMAN.. I heard you say that I don't have captions in my promos. Bitch, I always have captions in my promos. I got people from other countries watching my promos so you point is invalid. It's just too bad you can't read but since I'm such a nice guy, I'll put up the rest of my promo with captions ok? Here you go asshole.

Peter Fagmou Said:Peter talks off mic and we see what's he's saying on the bottom of the screen. TAKE THAT MAVERICK! HA! Peter then begins to turn a corner down the block. He tries hard to conceal his identity but people cheer him on some more. He just smiles as he continues to walk.

"Fucking check."

"Now, onto my favorite on by far- mental

. Now, holy fucking shit. You fill the entire quota for the world's mental

Peter Fagmour Said:u idiot my cock was hard when I came out of my mom's vagina!

Ginger Puss Said:Maverick, hi. We don't know each other, so don't say anything bad about me. I won't say anything to you if you do what's right, and keep quiet. Remember when I dominated my first match, and took Vinnie's title from him? I did it because he hurt my feelings. I hope you don't take it personal that I was invited to join the Pirate team, and Game Girl said she didn't want you on the team. What was with her poop deck joke?

The camera comes back to show the dojo has completely burned to the ground. A fire engine is on the scene pouring water over the rubble as a few firefighters wander through the wreckage, looking for anything that could be considered salvageable. Looking for anything that might clue them in to how the fire started. We see Robbie, his shoulders slumped, his girlfriend Blue standing next to him. He looks exhausted, with dark rings under each eye. A firefighter approaches him.

Mr. O'Reilly?

Please, call me Robbie.

Okay, Robbie, where were you when the fire started again?

He looks at Blue and back at the fireman.

In a parallel universe fighting a video game dragon.

The firefighter's eyes go wide.

Real fuckin' funny, pal.

He's sorry, just stressed out about the whole thing. We were out grabbing some food together.

Well, ma'am, while you were out someone decided to burn your building down.

Burn it down?

Yes. Have you made any enemies?

Robbie rolls his eyes.

That's kind of my job, or at least it was.

Huh?

He's in the XWF. Again, he's just blown away by what happened.

Oh, that wrestling bullshit? Isn't it all fake?

Robbie looks at him, then turns his attention to the wreckage behind them.

Yeah, fake. Totally bogus. None of it is real, all of it is scripted. This is all just an act, see. That fire you came to put out was just a trick.

The firefighter clears his throat, then walks away.

Who would do this to you?

I don't know.

With that, we see Cyberjaw, Diamondback, Robo-Rob, and Clyde the orangutan walk up. They all look in awe of the smoldering pile of detritus that used to be the Robbie Bourbon Dojo for the Competitive Arts. Diamondback speaks.

What the hell happened?

We were burned.

Cyberjaw turns to Robbie.

The footage you got in the video game universe?

It was all in the dojo.

If you want we can send you back and...

No.

Robbie wanders off into the wreckage that was his home, kicking aside pieces of debris, looking at the ground.

Wow, I've never seen him so...

Diamondback looks around, at a loss for the exact word. More random Bourbon Men show up, looking completely deflated that their clubhouse was gone.

Hey guys. We had a fire.

One of the random Bourbon Men pulls a cellphone out of their pocket and starts to dial. Then another. Another one pulls out her cellphone and starts to take pictures of the place that used to be the Robbie Bourbon Dojo for the Competitive Arts.

Shit. What are we going to do? What is he...

The camera pivots to show a black sedan, a car for hire, pull up. The windows are deeply tinted, and out of the vehicle steps Ozymandias.

Oh, wow, hello.

Hi. I heard the news, I got here as soon as possible. Is there anything I can do?

The Bourbon Men, all of them, look around, searching for an answer. Robbie is still off kicking around in the debris, searching for something.

Look, I can come back if now's a bad time...

No.

Robbie calls back to Ozymandias without looking up. More Bourbon Men show up, obviously disappointed that their day will not be going as planned.

Look, Robbie, we can push the match back if you want. I mean, this is pretty devestating, and I understand if you want some time to recuperate.

Robbie reaches down into the rubble and picks up a sizable chunk of refuse. He starts to walk back to the group as yet more Bourbon Men show up. Some are consoling each other, some are busy on their phones.

No. Not now. In the past week I've lost my brother and my home. I will not let you take anything else from me.

Are you sure?

Robbie walks right up to him and hands him the piece of the burnt down dojo.

When I take the Intercontinental Title from Game Girl, you can give the daffy bitch that to put on whatever pressure plate she has to deal with. I will not allow someone else's home to be destroyed.

Robbie, it's just a title match. You've earned your shot, there's no reason to rush into it if you just aren't ready, or capable.

You don't get it, do you? There's nothing here for me. Everything was in that dojo. Everything. My records, my pictures, my memories, I've lost it. I've lost everything, except for one thing.

What's that?

Robbie points to the Bourbon Men standing around, looking at the site where the dojo once stood.

The people. These people. The people in the arena every Wednesday night. The people who have to put up with this every day. My people. All I have, all I need, all I want is to go out and give them what they deserve. It isn't fair to the father who bought tickets for him and his kids to see the Intercontinental Title match at Relentless. It isn't fair to the guys who spent their hard earned minimum wage to get tickets to Relentless. It isn't fair to the millions watching around the world, expecting that match. It isn't fair to the hopeless, to the desolate, to the undermined, to the weak. They deserve to see that one human can stand up to any kind of threat, even as exotic as Game Girl.

Ozymandias seems taken aback by the stance Robbie Bourbon has taken.

Okay. If you say so.

I do. I believe that it's about time some major league ass whoopings start coming down the pike for the people who want to discard us.

I do too.

I do too.

Me too.

Ooogh.

ME TOO.

Robbie turns and looks at the rest of the Bourbon Men. Suddenly, Drew Archyle walks onscreen.

"I believe in Robbie Bourbon."

With that, the random Bourbon Men start to chime in. "I do too." "I believe in you." "We do too."

And I'm not alone. For each asshole that tries to break or harm the way of life of someone else just because they aren't getting what they want, there are thousands of us left in the wake of it. Now, now we're taking our stand. We're going to fight back. We're going to save the god damned world.

TJ Wallace walks into the scene.

"I believe in Robbie Bourbon."

"Right!" "Tell 'em! Hey, that's TJ fucking Wallace!"

Now we can save the world. There are a lot of fucked up things in our world. Every day it compounds, and worsens, and the wounds deepen. Well, saying "someone has to do something about it" just won't cut it anymore. No. We are that someone. We are that something. We are the action that is necessary to set things right. We will save the world. We will do it one asshole, one dickhead, one fuckwad, one prick, one shithead, one hater, one corrupter at a time. Does anyone have a problem with this?

"HELL NO!"

Does anybody want to leave based off of what I said?

The Bourbon Men all echo "NO" back at him.

Good. Because when I look around here, you know what I see? Americans. Mean, angry, fed-up Americans. Americans tired of all the horse shit they're exposed to on a daily basis. Americans tired of what the world around them is becoming. Americans tired of hearing bad news every five fucking minutes. Americans ready to stand up and kick back at some problems for a change.

Bourbon points at the flag hanging from the fire engine.

I want you to remember, Bourbon Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight is a bunch of horse dung. Traditionally, all Americans love to fight. When you were kids, you all admired the champions, the fastest, the strongest, the toughest. Americans love a winner, and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win. I'd never give a hoot in hell about a man who lost and laughed. We are an idea, and that idea is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps fights as a team. Now we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best people in the world. I almost pity them. All the assholes, the dickheads, the fuckwads, the pricks, the shitheads, the haters, the corruptors, all of 'em. You know why? We're going to rip out their guts and line our tank's treads with them!

"FUCK YEAH!"

Some of you boys, I know are wondering, whether you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I assure you that you will all do your duty. Corruption is the enemy. Wade into it. Spill its blood. Shoot it in the belly. I want no messages that we're holding our position. We aren't holding anything. They are. We are taking it back.

Wait...

Now there's only one thing you can say when you get home. Someday, when you're with your grandkids, and they ask you what did you do to make the world better, you won't have to say "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana." Alright, you sons of bitches, you know how I feel. I will be proud to lead you all into battle any time, any where. That's all.

With that, the Bourbon Men all stand and start to applaud. Loudly. Robbie raises his arms to 45 degree angles.

That's Patton.

Fuckin' ay right it is.

Ozymandius chuckles.

Fuck. I believe in Robbie Bourbon.

We open again to see Robbie Bourbon, his trusted companions and countless other Bourbon Men standing behind him in front of what used to be the Robbie Bourbon Dojo for the Competitive Arts.

Hello. My name is Robbie Bourbon. You might not have heard of me, but hey, I'm a contender now.

You? You're Game Girl. We've all heard of you. Undefeated Intercontinental Champion, the last best hope for your world, and arguably the most powerful being ever to grace an XWF ring. Good for you, stud. Good for you.

Me? I'm just a guy, I guess. I want you to look behind me. I didn't get a news flash. I didn't get an alert from an intelligence organization, and I have direct links to some of their databases. I got home, and home wasn't there. Just pointless, senseless, and random destruction. That corruption you fear, and don't want to come around your neck of the woods, is a living, breathing, fucking thing around these parts. It doesn't discriminate, it doesn't favor one for another, it just is. It's a force, hard to stop, impossible to detect, and it still hunts to this day. I understand if some of what I say confuses you; you aren't human. Some of this is just going to get lost in translation. And I don't care. The people understand me, and they're the ones I'm beholden to.

See, that's the thing about people you just fail to fucking grasp. Understanding. It's really an act, not something that comes around. We strive to understand when the inexplicable happens. Like when some tart from a second rate Final Fantasy: Mystic Quest knockoff starts to beat us humans down to deny us from ever having what you took again. I understand it, kid, and only all too well. You don't care about what is important, or valuable to us. You don't even try to reconcile our existence. Our short, fragile, so-called pathetic and worthless lives all carried out to suffer, and suffer to a fate worse than a thousand deaths in the eyes of someone so shortsighted and stupid they think only one world needs to be saved.

You fucking brainless asshole.

I mean, you call what you wear mid-tier? That's a dead giveaway right there, and I have to agree. Around your waist, it is definitely mid-tier. See, you've hit your roof, haven't you? You aren't in any mind to progress, to move forward. Just more steps to the right and left, never stepping in the direction you should be headed. Do you know why? I fucking know why. I fucking know why! You come here because you think we're a game. You're here to have some alien, unknowable fun at our expense. But enough about you, and what you are, and why you are wrong. This is where the Game Girl story ends, and let's face it, where the people's story begins.

To clear the air, I want to let you know that I am not Maverick. I'm not Austin Fernando. I'm not LH Harrison. I'm Robbie Bourbon. You've faced people from Earth before, but you sure as fuck haven't faced off against me. If you think any of those guys are indicators, then sister, you've got another fucking thing coming. They actually feared you for some reason. It's like they had some trepidation, some mystery to solve as to why they were even fighting you. Not me. I've got you pegged. There's no questioning that. I know what you are, how to get to you, and even what you're afraid of.

I am bulletproof. Seriously, I am. I've been shot so many times it's almost ridiculous. Besides that, I'm also tougher than a coffin nail and prone to beating the high holy hell out of shitheels and slimebags around my planet. Those intangible evils that we humans are oh so famous for, well, I've confronted a few of them. One of them I pulled myself off a gurney on it's way to the emergency room to go beat on so bad that we haven't heard from him since. One of them I literally flung from the ring so hard they haven't competed since. One of them I put on a god damned hook and left him dangling. Maybe you haven't noticed, stud, but I'm the one people around here fear these days, not Game Girl.

I am nothing without the people.

I am nothing without the support they give, the hope they have, the happiness they crave, and the light they deserve. I am the fool who's lost everything for them, and then kept on to fight for them. I am a vagabond, a citizen of their world, subject to their freedom, and bringer of their judgment. I will fight, and then I will fight, and then I will fight, and then I WILL FIGHT! I will fight until the day is gone, and then I will fight until the dawn breaks. I will stand up and be what these people need me to be. While others participate in their own dalliance on Sunday, I will meet you on Friday as the champion of my people, and I will defeat you, and I will make what you call a "mid-tier belt" a championship worth fighting for, every god damned Wednesday, in any god damned town, to any god damned challenger with a fucking chip on their shoulder and the stupid, stupid notion that they think stepping into the ring with Robbie Bourbon, a humble man of the people, is good for their health. I will be the champion they deserve. Not some greedy creature hoarding their treasure, stepping out into the light only to keep their gold.

You've caught me on a bad fucking day. How bad? That fucking bad fucking day bad kind of bad bad fucking day. You've come to play with us humans again, and found out that you got yourself snagged by a force. A battering ram smashing out the path to a better future, and no matter what a struggle it might be to some of us, it will continue to plow forward, onward, and upward. I used to think I was momentum, but I'm past that now. I am the people, and you can never put the people down.

Pray, meditate, defrag, I don't care. The only thing stopping me now from taking back for humanity that championship you cheapen would be divine intervention.]]> <![CDATA[Tiffany and I do an interview. 2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20877 Wed, 29 Jul 2015 22:56:28 -0700 Ginger Snaps]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20877
Hey, can we talk?

I answer her question while bringing my left ankle up as far as I possibly can behind my back.

Sure, but you've gotta do it while we run. I need to keep in shape for the match.

I drop my leg, and repeat the act with my right leg.

God, you're flexible. No wonder Johnny loves you.

I drop my foot and look at her as I twist from side to side.

Why would Johnny care if I'm flexible or not?

She looked at me as if I had two heads and one was vomiting blood.

You don't get it? Really? Why would he like you to be more flexible?

Well, we don't play Twister, so I don't know.

She shakes her head, and I bend down to touch my toes with my palms.

Jesus Christ. Ginger, you're killing me here. How are you this flexible?

I pop up and look at her as I lean as far back as I can, which I guess is impressive.

God, stop it. I can't believe you can't see the benefit here.

I finish my stretches and look at her.

I do know the health benefit here. What other benefit is there?

She shakes her head, and we head towards the elevator. She goes to press the button.

Nope, the stairs. We're going to exercise, not be lazy bums. Come on.

We walk past the elevators and head to the stairwell. Tiffany looks at the massive length of steps and groans as we begin our descent. After we make it down the stairs, we pause, so Tiffany can catch her breath. There's a shop in the hotel, so I go to purchase a bottle of water while she tries to pretend like she's dying. I buy one for her as well. I toss it to her, and we step outside. It's bright, and she covers her eyes with her hand.

It's friggen bright. What is that thing?

That's the sun, love. Come on, we've gotta run.

We take off and jog down the walkway. I'm slowing down so she can keep up with me, but that doesn't even seem to do much. We stop at a cross walk, and I keep running in place, she's holding her knees and wheezing.

Damn. How are you not dying?

I shrug my shoulders.

I started running every morning when I were 16. I kept it up, and actually ran marathons in England. What'd you wanna talk about?

George.

He's great, in'the? I love my baby brother. I'm really lucky to be his sister.

The light turns green, and we hurry off. Tiffany tries to keep up, but is lagging, so I slow down to let her catch up.

He's been kind of moody lately.

We turn down a path towards a park, and begin running through it. I hesitate to answer her comment. I know George doesn't always have the best of moods, but you wouldn't either if you had his life. Tiffany collapses onto a park seat. She curls into the foetal position, and begins to moan. I walk over and sit next to her.

I know Georgie gets depressed sometimes, and I know he gets mean, but the doctor told me it could happen. It's because he's not making the progress he thinks he should be making in his therapy. The Doctor says he may never get full use back, but Georgie thinks he should be walking on his own by now. It's hard for him. He used to be able to do everything for himself, and now there are days when he can't even shower on his own. I do everything I can to make him feel normal, but sometimes it's not enough, or I end making him feel even more different because of it. Just be patient.

I pat her on the head, and take off to finish my route. I know she's going to go back to the hotel, and she didn't have to tell me. I ran for the next hour or so, and then headed back to the Hotel. Johnny is awake, and waiting for me. He gives me a look as I walk over and kiss him on the mouth. I'm all sweaty and salty.

So, you went for a run, eh?

I nod and smile at him.

No wonder you taste like crisps. All the salt.

I'm gonna shower, and then I have to go do some interview with Steve Sayors. I figured you and Georgie could go do something while Tiffany and I do this. She's having a bit of trouble with his depression.

Yeah, babe, that's fine. Lemme call over and let them know while you shower.

I go shower, and clean myself up. The water turns off, and I cover myself with a towel, before walking into the bedroom. Johnny tosses me a dress to wear. It's plain with strawberries all over it. I get dressed while he watches, careful to include a little wiggle for him. I'm dressed, and sit on the bed and start to brush my hair down my head. Today, I'll wear it straight down, with just a simple headband in it. It's a plain red headband, nothing special.

I put on a pair of heels, and head outside to see Tiffany standing there, her black hair hanging past her shoulders, with a black corset covering her chest, and a pair of black leather trousers protecting her legs from the elements. Leather ankle high boots keep her feet warm, and thick rimmed black sunglasses keep her eyes safe from the sun. We head down in the elevator, without saying much. There's a limo outside of the hotel waiting for us, I get inside, and Tiff sits next to me. The company left a complimentary bottle of whisky in the back, and Tiff opens it and begins to drink it as we drive down the street.

You ok, sweetie?

She puts the bottle down and looks at me as she takes her glasses off. I notice she's been crying.

We fought. He told me he thinks I'm only with him because he's a cripple, and I wanna ride your fame train.

I gasp.

That's not true! You're with him because you fancy him. My fame has nothing to do with it. I know you used to flirt with him and tease him when he were younger. You always liked the attention he gave you.

She cries as she picks the bottle back up and takes a massive swig.

I know! I used to tease him to see if he'd do something about it. You know, I once left the bathroom door open when I was showering, and your parents were at work. I thought he'd walk in and see me or something. No, your stupid dog came in and pissed all over me sandals.

I can't help but laugh at that. I miss Sparkles. He were a good dog. The rest of the ride is Tiff crying into my shoulders as I hold her tightly. We arrive at the building, and Tiffany dries her eyes on one of the napkins in the back of the limo, before stepping out of the vehicle. We walk into the building, and pass by Drew Archyle. I run up and try and give him a hug. He ignores me and walks past me. This hurts my feelings and I want to say something, until Steve Sayors pops his head out of the room.

Hello, Ginger. I'm over here.

Tiffany and I head inside the room. There's a read leather couch against the back corner of the wall, and facing it is a matching red leather tall back chair. In between them is a table with bowls of food set out. Steve gestures us towards the couch and we sit down. Steve closes the door behind us, and takes a seat opposite us in the chair. He adjusts, and clicks a button on a remote he had been holding.

We are now recording. Would you ladies like some snacks? I can have one of the interns bring you a drink if you'd like. San Pelligrino?

No, I'm fine! But, Tiffany could probably use some water, she had a rough drive over.

One of the interns comes over and hands a can of Lime San Pelligrino sparkling water. Tiffany pops the top and begins to drink it.

Ok, Ginger, I'd like to ask you some questions about your opponents, and the things that they said about you.

I nod my head emphatically.

Did you happen to watch Peter's videos?

I did. I was confused.

By what, exactly?

Well, Peter's promo said he had abs and was skinny. But, we all know Peter isn't. He's a chunky monkey.

Hey, Steve. Did you know GInger's a Chubby Chaser? That's why she thinks Peter and Bourbon are cute. Because she likes her men to be big and round.

My face turns a nice red to match my hair. I can feel it.

I don't like that term. It's offensive. I prefer the term Large Lover. And yeah, I prefer my men bigger. Peter is larger, and thus that isn't a picture of Peter. It makes me confused why he would show me a picture of someone else. Actually, that was Adam Cole. He was even holding his Ring of Honour belt. Peter, are you trying to seduce me with a picture of Adam Cole?

So, you're only confused because of the picture he showed you?

Well, that and the fact that he kept talking about making me come. Making me come where? And how can he make me come places hard? I don't understand Peter's threats. And that picture Fontanna uploaded on the site confuses me. How does me eating a corn dog appeal to anyone? Unless he was hungry and wanted my food. Does the XWF run a food blog that I don't know about?

I saw the picture. You really don't understand why it was uploaded?

No, she really doesn't get these things. This morning she was showing me how crazy flexible she was. Had no idea about the benefits.

Ok. so moving on. Peter just made a bunch of creepy comments on you. I get that. What about in his radio interview?

It was ok. He did say I was the biggest threat in the match. Something he did get wrong, though, I'm not his biggest threat in the match. I'm the only one in the match that will walk away the champion. You see, Stevie, this title means the world to my little brother, and I need to keep my brother happy. So, I apologise Peter, you may win the title again in the match, but you won't walk out of the end of the match as the champion. See, that's the thing, Peter. It's a scramble, that means that whoever scores a pinfall becomes a champion. But, the person who scores the last pinfall before time runs out is the winner. And, that's going to be me, Peter. I'm sorry. I will let you hold onto the title for a bit, but it's not going to stay with you.

He commented on your match with Drew Archyle. Doesn't think you should have lost.

He did. But, he got confused. Andy did ask me for a match, and I agreed to face him for it. And it was Ozy man day us who took the title. I can't say his name right. He took it from Andy, not Kirk. Peter, Andy and I fought fairly in the ring. I had a even shot of winning the match, but you attacked me out of nowhere after my fight with Dim and Ethan Bird. You were mean to me for no reason, and threatened to rape me. Peter, that stuff is not acceptable.

I see. And you really think that Drew, Dim, and Peter are your friends?

Yeah, which is why I think that Peter will allow me to walk away with the title. Because he thinks I'm cute. He thinks that if he gives me the title, it will lead to me leaving Johnny and staying with him. Sleeping with him and Maria. I really don't know where he gets these ideas. I've not been with a woman...

I have

I don't want to be with a woman. I don't want to be in a situation like that, it's not what I'm interested in. And it's not something I'm interested in to being with a married man. That's just mean. Peter, you're not a good husband, or Fiance.

Right, well, Ginger. I think it's time for the interview to be over. I have to go and hope that Drew doesn't keep his promise to me.

Steve gets to his feet, Tiffany and I do the same, and she leaves her can on the table. We leave, and head out to the limo and head back to the hotel. George and Johnny texted me that they were heading to an art museum or something.]]>
Hey, can we talk?

I answer her question while bringing my left ankle up as far as I possibly can behind my back.

Sure, but you've gotta do it while we run. I need to keep in shape for the match.

I drop my leg, and repeat the act with my right leg.

God, you're flexible. No wonder Johnny loves you.

I drop my foot and look at her as I twist from side to side.

Why would Johnny care if I'm flexible or not?

She looked at me as if I had two heads and one was vomiting blood.

You don't get it? Really? Why would he like you to be more flexible?

Well, we don't play Twister, so I don't know.

She shakes her head, and I bend down to touch my toes with my palms.

Jesus Christ. Ginger, you're killing me here. How are you this flexible?

I pop up and look at her as I lean as far back as I can, which I guess is impressive.

God, stop it. I can't believe you can't see the benefit here.

I finish my stretches and look at her.

I do know the health benefit here. What other benefit is there?

She shakes her head, and we head towards the elevator. She goes to press the button.

Nope, the stairs. We're going to exercise, not be lazy bums. Come on.

We walk past the elevators and head to the stairwell. Tiffany looks at the massive length of steps and groans as we begin our descent. After we make it down the stairs, we pause, so Tiffany can catch her breath. There's a shop in the hotel, so I go to purchase a bottle of water while she tries to pretend like she's dying. I buy one for her as well. I toss it to her, and we step outside. It's bright, and she covers her eyes with her hand.

It's friggen bright. What is that thing?

That's the sun, love. Come on, we've gotta run.

We take off and jog down the walkway. I'm slowing down so she can keep up with me, but that doesn't even seem to do much. We stop at a cross walk, and I keep running in place, she's holding her knees and wheezing.

Damn. How are you not dying?

I shrug my shoulders.

I started running every morning when I were 16. I kept it up, and actually ran marathons in England. What'd you wanna talk about?

George.

He's great, in'the? I love my baby brother. I'm really lucky to be his sister.

The light turns green, and we hurry off. Tiffany tries to keep up, but is lagging, so I slow down to let her catch up.

He's been kind of moody lately.

We turn down a path towards a park, and begin running through it. I hesitate to answer her comment. I know George doesn't always have the best of moods, but you wouldn't either if you had his life. Tiffany collapses onto a park seat. She curls into the foetal position, and begins to moan. I walk over and sit next to her.

I know Georgie gets depressed sometimes, and I know he gets mean, but the doctor told me it could happen. It's because he's not making the progress he thinks he should be making in his therapy. The Doctor says he may never get full use back, but Georgie thinks he should be walking on his own by now. It's hard for him. He used to be able to do everything for himself, and now there are days when he can't even shower on his own. I do everything I can to make him feel normal, but sometimes it's not enough, or I end making him feel even more different because of it. Just be patient.

I pat her on the head, and take off to finish my route. I know she's going to go back to the hotel, and she didn't have to tell me. I ran for the next hour or so, and then headed back to the Hotel. Johnny is awake, and waiting for me. He gives me a look as I walk over and kiss him on the mouth. I'm all sweaty and salty.

So, you went for a run, eh?

I nod and smile at him.

No wonder you taste like crisps. All the salt.

I'm gonna shower, and then I have to go do some interview with Steve Sayors. I figured you and Georgie could go do something while Tiffany and I do this. She's having a bit of trouble with his depression.

Yeah, babe, that's fine. Lemme call over and let them know while you shower.

I go shower, and clean myself up. The water turns off, and I cover myself with a towel, before walking into the bedroom. Johnny tosses me a dress to wear. It's plain with strawberries all over it. I get dressed while he watches, careful to include a little wiggle for him. I'm dressed, and sit on the bed and start to brush my hair down my head. Today, I'll wear it straight down, with just a simple headband in it. It's a plain red headband, nothing special.

I put on a pair of heels, and head outside to see Tiffany standing there, her black hair hanging past her shoulders, with a black corset covering her chest, and a pair of black leather trousers protecting her legs from the elements. Leather ankle high boots keep her feet warm, and thick rimmed black sunglasses keep her eyes safe from the sun. We head down in the elevator, without saying much. There's a limo outside of the hotel waiting for us, I get inside, and Tiff sits next to me. The company left a complimentary bottle of whisky in the back, and Tiff opens it and begins to drink it as we drive down the street.

You ok, sweetie?

She puts the bottle down and looks at me as she takes her glasses off. I notice she's been crying.

We fought. He told me he thinks I'm only with him because he's a cripple, and I wanna ride your fame train.

I gasp.

That's not true! You're with him because you fancy him. My fame has nothing to do with it. I know you used to flirt with him and tease him when he were younger. You always liked the attention he gave you.

She cries as she picks the bottle back up and takes a massive swig.

I know! I used to tease him to see if he'd do something about it. You know, I once left the bathroom door open when I was showering, and your parents were at work. I thought he'd walk in and see me or something. No, your stupid dog came in and pissed all over me sandals.

I can't help but laugh at that. I miss Sparkles. He were a good dog. The rest of the ride is Tiff crying into my shoulders as I hold her tightly. We arrive at the building, and Tiffany dries her eyes on one of the napkins in the back of the limo, before stepping out of the vehicle. We walk into the building, and pass by Drew Archyle. I run up and try and give him a hug. He ignores me and walks past me. This hurts my feelings and I want to say something, until Steve Sayors pops his head out of the room.

Hello, Ginger. I'm over here.

Tiffany and I head inside the room. There's a read leather couch against the back corner of the wall, and facing it is a matching red leather tall back chair. In between them is a table with bowls of food set out. Steve gestures us towards the couch and we sit down. Steve closes the door behind us, and takes a seat opposite us in the chair. He adjusts, and clicks a button on a remote he had been holding.

We are now recording. Would you ladies like some snacks? I can have one of the interns bring you a drink if you'd like. San Pelligrino?

No, I'm fine! But, Tiffany could probably use some water, she had a rough drive over.

One of the interns comes over and hands a can of Lime San Pelligrino sparkling water. Tiffany pops the top and begins to drink it.

Ok, Ginger, I'd like to ask you some questions about your opponents, and the things that they said about you.

I nod my head emphatically.

Did you happen to watch Peter's videos?

I did. I was confused.

By what, exactly?

Well, Peter's promo said he had abs and was skinny. But, we all know Peter isn't. He's a chunky monkey.

Hey, Steve. Did you know GInger's a Chubby Chaser? That's why she thinks Peter and Bourbon are cute. Because she likes her men to be big and round.

My face turns a nice red to match my hair. I can feel it.

I don't like that term. It's offensive. I prefer the term Large Lover. And yeah, I prefer my men bigger. Peter is larger, and thus that isn't a picture of Peter. It makes me confused why he would show me a picture of someone else. Actually, that was Adam Cole. He was even holding his Ring of Honour belt. Peter, are you trying to seduce me with a picture of Adam Cole?

So, you're only confused because of the picture he showed you?

Well, that and the fact that he kept talking about making me come. Making me come where? And how can he make me come places hard? I don't understand Peter's threats. And that picture Fontanna uploaded on the site confuses me. How does me eating a corn dog appeal to anyone? Unless he was hungry and wanted my food. Does the XWF run a food blog that I don't know about?

I saw the picture. You really don't understand why it was uploaded?

No, she really doesn't get these things. This morning she was showing me how crazy flexible she was. Had no idea about the benefits.

Ok. so moving on. Peter just made a bunch of creepy comments on you. I get that. What about in his radio interview?

It was ok. He did say I was the biggest threat in the match. Something he did get wrong, though, I'm not his biggest threat in the match. I'm the only one in the match that will walk away the champion. You see, Stevie, this title means the world to my little brother, and I need to keep my brother happy. So, I apologise Peter, you may win the title again in the match, but you won't walk out of the end of the match as the champion. See, that's the thing, Peter. It's a scramble, that means that whoever scores a pinfall becomes a champion. But, the person who scores the last pinfall before time runs out is the winner. And, that's going to be me, Peter. I'm sorry. I will let you hold onto the title for a bit, but it's not going to stay with you.

He commented on your match with Drew Archyle. Doesn't think you should have lost.

He did. But, he got confused. Andy did ask me for a match, and I agreed to face him for it. And it was Ozy man day us who took the title. I can't say his name right. He took it from Andy, not Kirk. Peter, Andy and I fought fairly in the ring. I had a even shot of winning the match, but you attacked me out of nowhere after my fight with Dim and Ethan Bird. You were mean to me for no reason, and threatened to rape me. Peter, that stuff is not acceptable.

I see. And you really think that Drew, Dim, and Peter are your friends?

Yeah, which is why I think that Peter will allow me to walk away with the title. Because he thinks I'm cute. He thinks that if he gives me the title, it will lead to me leaving Johnny and staying with him. Sleeping with him and Maria. I really don't know where he gets these ideas. I've not been with a woman...

I have

I don't want to be with a woman. I don't want to be in a situation like that, it's not what I'm interested in. And it's not something I'm interested in to being with a married man. That's just mean. Peter, you're not a good husband, or Fiance.

Right, well, Ginger. I think it's time for the interview to be over. I have to go and hope that Drew doesn't keep his promise to me.

Steve gets to his feet, Tiffany and I do the same, and she leaves her can on the table. We leave, and head out to the limo and head back to the hotel. George and Johnny texted me that they were heading to an art museum or something.]]> <![CDATA[Ready for a Return? (Part 1/2)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20908 Wed, 29 Jul 2015 20:28:03 -0700 Maverick]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20908

Y'know, I have to say... when I first made the decision to take a leave from the XWF, my mind was a little... shall we say iffy on the situation? But now, I can say for sure it was worth it.

The camera fades in as we see Maverick lounging on a beach chair, soaking up the suns' rays. The nearby pool to his mansion was devoid of any people, only filled by water.

Alas, the only person at the pool area of the mansion was Maverick himself.

Yes, I'd say this vacation is doing you wonders. You're a lot more relaxed now rather then how you were when you were back in active competition.

Ah yes, one might wonder who the source of the new voice was. When Maverick was reliving his past, an entity inside his mind was created, that being the mental projection of his father, who was ran over by a drunk driver and killed when Mav was just a wee lad.

One might say that as a result of the voice, Maverick would be deemed insane. And what would Mav say about that? His normal response would be-

"Eh, I could care less if I am indeed insane or not. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna lunge at your throat any second now, eh?"

Silence ran out through the pool area, as Maverick did not continue the conversation with his mind- father, instead wandering his own thoughts.

The XWF. That was a name he hadn't thought about in quite some time. The duration of his leave was nearing, what, two months? A return was still not on his mind, but it did still spark memories. One of which being his final match, the second stage of the Kirk MacClay Classic, or as it was called the day of the show, the Sean Falcon Classic.

Quote:Morbid slams Pest to the mat with the crucifix powerbomb then hooks the leg!

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JUSTIN ROBERTS: â€œThe winners of this match... Jack, Mastermind, and MORRRBIDDD ANNNNGELLLLLL!â€

He remembered, being helpless, lying on the outside, as the leader of his stable at the time, the Black Hand, was pinned. If one was to look at Pest's sole promo for the show, he specifically said that he would screw Maverick out of a victory. And despite his efforts, screwed Maverick was.

Maverick had no thoughts to think of the man, Pest, excluding the loss at the Sean Falcon Classic. True, while it would be nice to just punch the shit out of him, at the moment, Maverick had no wrestling agenda. He was enjoying his life of relaxation and enjoyment.

So why, now that his memories were beginning to spark, was he starting to get the itch again? The itch to go out there, compete for the thousands upon thousands of buying supporters, and perhaps, try once more in climbing the ranks? Maybe try and snag one more title?

Ah, the conundrums that complex the mind...

"Master Solomon."

Being called 'Master,' along with his real last name, only meant that one of his servants was calling him. Maverick turned his head to see the servant in question, an aging, balding man, no doubt in his late 50's at the least.

"Yes, Gerald?" Rising to his feet, Maverick's eyes met Gerald's, waiting on just what interrupted his lounging time.

"A representative for the company you used to work for, the XWF, I believe it is called? He says his name is Ozymandias, and that he would like to speak with you."

Maverick's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, taken aback by both the convenience and the suddenness of Ozymandias' arrival.

"Yes... yes," he stammered. "Make him feel at home, give him any refreshments he might desire, et cetera. I will change into something more... formal. Keep him in the lounge area, I shall meet him there."

"At once, Master Solomon." Gerald bowed low, not unlike how TJ Wallace bows when he sucks Ezekiel Carter William the Fifth's dick, only... less gayer. Loyalty being the emotion worn on Gerald's sleeve, as he walked backwards, keeping his eyes on Maverick, until he reached inside, turning around to find Ozymandias.

A deep exhale was released, the minor clenching and releasing of fists as Maverick stepped inside. Immediately, he walked with a pep in his step as he marched to his room, dressing into an official- looking suit and tie.

As Maverick was straightening out his suit before beginning to tie his tie, he and his mind- father began to converse.

So, I take it you are nervous?

Well, of COURSE I'm nervous. Ozy's legacy can speak volumes on it's own. Why he would want to talk with me personally, instead of bringing someone to deal with me...

As Maverick began tying his tie, his father responded, with just a simple line of advice-

Well, expect the worst, but hope for the best, am I right?

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The two looked each other in the eyes. Ozymandias, and Maverick. Mav was literally feeling the epitome of nervousness, though he was determined not to show it.

The piping hot breath of the tea that Maverick clutched was slowly pouring out of the brown drink. A quite slurp from the mouth was released as Maverick began drinking it. Though delicious, it scalded his mouth.

Whereas Ozymandias held no drinks. His eyes were hard to read, no emotion could be clearly seen. Was Ozy... excited? Disappointed? Maverick could not make heads or tails.

Finally, after what seemed like a few minutes of Maverick trying to read Ozy's emotions, the self- proclaimed 'King of Kings' spoke.

"So, I'm sure you must be wondering what I'm doing in your house, uninvited, when I'm sure we haven't met before."

Thrown off suddenly by Ozy's attempt at making conversation, Mav slowly put down his cup of tea before addressing his visitor.

"Yes, I'm sure you could say I am surprised at your arrival, Mr. Ozymandias. But, while we haven't met, I'm sure we can both agree that we've heard of each other."

Ozy nodded before responding. "Precisely. Now, as to why I am here... it seems your presence is required in the XWF again."

Eyes bulging. Palms sweating. Those reactions and more were taking place throughout the body. The XWF wanting Maverick to come back, right as he was getting the itch to come back was just so... convenient, to say the least. And sure, while Mav would like to come back, it would take quite the deal to get him to come back from his sabbatical.

"Now, Mr. Ozymandias," Maverick began. "If I were in a much more, shall we say cruel mood? If I was in that kind of mood, I'd say no without a second thought. But, I am not a man who is unable to make a deal. Tell me, Mr. Ozymandias-- why is it that I'm being called back so... suddenly?"

A sly grin appeared on Ozy's face- this was his chance to win over Mav. "Well, you see, it seems that we're one signup short. You'll be placed in Relentless, which is, quite literally, the biggest event in the XWF as of right now. You'd be placed in the co- main event for the first day, competing for the Hart title in a Championship Scramble. Yuo'll be facing some stiff competition, though of course, I doubt you're a stranger to that."

An eyebrow was raised as another quiet slurp was utterd, the samll tea glass being half- drained. "Stiff competition, you say? Come now, Mr. Ozymandias, don't give half the details. Who am I facing?"

A sigh of defeat was let out by Ozy before he released Mav's opponents. "Very well, Maverick. You'll be facing Gator's cameraman, Todd-"

"Oh, you mean the guy who I beat in my first match? Pffft, please, Ozy. I thought you actually meant stiff competition, not absolute boring opponents. Who else am I facing?"

"There's also John Black-"

"Ozy, please. Stop lying. It's hurting your chances of resigning me. Who else is there?"

An irritable expression was painted on Ozymandias' face as he continued. "You want a challenge? Fine. TJ Wallace is in the match."

"Alright, fine, I suppose that's a fair challenge."

"Peter Gilmour is also in the match, along with one of the hottest young rising stars in the XWF, Ginger Snaps."

"For the former, I assume you mean that obese, absolutely

blob that believes he's muscular? Pffft, please. Yeah, I know he's got a list of accolades beat only by his ego, but what has he recently done? And as for the latter, never heard of her."

"Well, you should have heard of Ginger by now. She beat Vinnie Lane in her first match at the XWF. She took the Hart title from him."

"Interesting. So I assume she's defending the title here?"

"Not exactly. She was beat by Drew Archyle-"

"Never heard of him either."

Ozy's level of agitated grew to the level in which he told Mav, "Would you please, kindly shut up and let me finish? Thank you. Now then, she was beat by Drew Archyle, but he was stripped of the title. But that isn't the point here. Would you like to come back to the XWF, and compete for the Hart title?"

Silence was the only thing that crept through the lounge area. Mav had to delve into his mind, thinking. His mind- father said nothing, as he knew that this was a decision that not only Maverick's mind had to decide, but his heart too.

And while his mind said no, his heart and soul were crying yes, they were ready to bleed for the XWF. And that is where Maverick made his decision.

"Very well, Mr. Ozymandias. You have yourself a deal." Maverick gave a curt nod to Ozy, who only responded with a smirk before speaking.

"Excellent. I shall make the necessary adjustments to the card. Good luck, Maverick." And with that, Ozy packed up his stuff before heading out of the lounge area, and with that, out of the mansion.

Now, I have to ask- are you SURE you're ready for this? rang out the voice in Mav's head as he leaned back in his seat.

If I wasn't ready for it, why wouldn't have I accepted? I may be in for a fight at Relentless, but I'll be damned if I won't return that fight twofold!

Ah, now that's the boy I know and raised. Might as well wait for the card to be adjusted, then post your promo.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't that, like, two weeks ago?

Correct. And you still have yet to put up a promo.

Alright, I get it. I'll respond to my opponents. No need to blow a blood vessel.

Especially since I technically don't have an actual body.

Fine, point taken. I'll get started. Later.

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]]> <![CDATA[Major League Game Girl]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20859 Wed, 29 Jul 2015 19:29:21 -0700 Game Girl]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20859

WORLD 9 - LEVEL 2

As we go to the Cursed Woods in the dead of night, a small campfire illuminates the wooded area. Game Boy is asleep on the bedroll next to Aggro, Game Girl kneels up cooking a marshmallow over the fire while watching Robbie Bourbon's latest promo.

Robbie Bourbon Said: Look, that girl wants to slap the Intercontinental Championship on some pressure plate to get a sword to fight a Narnifex.

"I'm actually getting Nirva's Sword to save Narfinex. Fighting Narfinex would be counter-productive, it's okay Robbie, my story is hard to understand I guess, it is aimed at ages seven and up."

Robbie Bourbon Said:The least I can do is prevent that shit from happening. Also, I'm fucking curious, alright! First man to ever travel to another dimension? Hell yeah!

"Hate to break it to you Robbie, but technically you're the second. Sorry. Way back when, Game Boy got a riddle confused and ended up bringing Gator into our world, so yeah, you're second place. But you better get used to that idea :)."

Game Girl continues to watch the rest of the promo, fairly entertained with Robbie's antics. Until GG spits out the hot marshmallow at Robbie's words on the video game world he is in.

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"Are you freaking kidding me!? Set power of trash talk to 60%. Robbie, are you fCENSOREDing kidding me!? Is this some kind of sick joke? You go into a world where all these characters have collided, are these programmed copies of famous video game characters just frolic around doing their own routines and you say, lol it's pretty sweet! For Nirva's sake, I thought you said you had me pegged? And this is were you go, with all your money and technology you go to some fantasy. Okay, let me spell it out for you since those brains I once thought you had have quickly evaporated into a steaming pile of grey matter that's worthless to even the most skilled brain surgeon."

"My world, is no longer a program, it is no longer a run of the mill video game it is unshackled. We are free and we are facing real danger. But this is all some joke to you right? You haven't died yet have you? Oh but it's fine because you have extra lives so who cares about dying? It will still hurt you. A lot. Also, since you're in their on your own that means you have no player, so who's going to hit continue for you? Can't use that fancy Power Glove when you're staring into the abyss of a Game Over screen you fracking moron. But you're so funny, it's all a GAME! How hilarious! Feel real lucky that Resident Evil isn't going through the whole inter-dimensional travel my game is going through or else you would be so screwed."

"Also, I love the fact that last time you were so worried about evil coming into your world but now that you're seeing it first hand it's all harmless fun. But the difference in your world is that no one sees it coming? So you have no news network. You have no highly intelligent organisations that overlook and contain dangerous situations. Like we had no idea that Narfinex was beginning to corrupt and turn the people we once knew into monsters. Destroy our world one pixel at a time. We don't have news. We don't have millions of people with cell phones, we have no internet. And once more, we have basic weaponry and some forms of magic. I'd much rather take my chances on Urf."

Robbie Bourbon Said:There is no combating all the evil people in the world.

"Then why do you want the title? And no switching your words up here, you want the belt so you can wrangle up every single evil-doer and beat em all up. Good job with Hastur by the way Soda. First of all, solid plan Robbie. No scum of humanity can resist a mid-tier championship belt held by a fat man in a mask, they'll all be lining up at the gates just to get a shot at you. Second of all, what the heck makes you think you can get the job done? You're good, but not that good. You're second place, silver medal, number 2 on the leaderboards. Basically you're nothing to me, I tried to be nice, I tried to be pleasant but when someone shows how much of a total a$$*0l3 they can be, that's when I have to step up. Something you seem to be incapable of doing because all this that I'm seeing now is complete trash compared to what I saw last time."

Robbie Bourbon Said:I want to be a hero; no, I want more. I want to be the giant on whose shoulders other heroes stand. But, as much as I want that, I'm really only one thing, and one thing alone.

I'm Robbie motherfucking Bourbon. The man of the people, operating at a stricter timing regimen than any of the denizens of this place.

"And I'm Game glitching Girl, what makes you so darn special? You want to be more than a hero huh? That just sounds like a trademark villain to me. The man who wants to be more, he wants to be that so much he doesn't care who gets crushed under his foot. Man of the people. Haha. How? And why? You only seem to hang out with your worshipers and an adorable orangutan how does that make you a man of the people? By that logic I'm woman of the people, or does woman of the pixels sound cuter to you? You know, since you're just the master of cute little game worlds. You're not a man of the people, you're just a fake. You wear a fake face, hang out with your fake friends in your fake life and go to fake worlds and think you're accomplished. If you have me 'pegged' then I know your every single pour."

"... So there's no negotiating with you, because you're and I quote 'a chopping block'. You sure don't know chopping blocks very well do you? One, chopping blocks don't talk. Something I wished you would have learned first. Two, a chopping block is a just a block of wood with a single use and another name. Describes you perfectly. Another replaceable human who thinks he stands a chance, who thinks they're better than me because they're from another world, who wants to be something they can never achieve. So, listen up you block of wood, you pi$$3d off the wrong girl, and I won't beat you within an inch of your life. I'll cross you out for good. You're still a D-list villain, like your father before you, so on so forth. I asked you to tell me the truth before, to say what you mean! I wish you could have just done as I asked, just this once. More like Robbie Stubbourn, lol."

Robbie Bourbon Said:You didn't jump off the tracks, my dear, you've stoked the flames of the engine and just stepped onto a bridge.

"Then I guess I'll burn the fCENSOREDing bridge down."

"Power of Trash Talk off."

Game Girl rubs her tired eyes and looks back at the black crispy marshmallow that is covered in flames at the end of a pointed stick. GG sighs and throws the stick into the fire, falling onto her back and looking up at the stars in the clearing of the trees. She slowly blinks and her eyelids close.

Meanwhile on boring old Earth we go to a lovely apartment situated in Hollywood, California. Gabe Bachgan, the creator of Nirva's Sword and our heroes, slowly enters and whistles to himself in admiration of Ai GÅngzhÇ”'s home. Ai for those who don't know or remember is Gabe's long term close friend and was also the sprite and world artist for Nirva's Sword, she has the only copy of the game in her home, a thoughtful gift from Gabe. A thoughtful but stupid and rushed gift. Gabe steps into the room closing the door behind him and walk onto the immaculate white carpet and towards the ridiculously large wall mounted television, Gabe goes straight to the huge collection of video games stacked categorically on shelves above several consoles. Gabe peers behind his glasses as he bends down scanning the spines he makes satisfied oohs and aws as he moves passed the rarer and better games.

After a minute or two of fanboying, Gabe stands up straight and walks through the living room, he takes a long look through the huge windows and admires the view of the Hollywood hills. His phone starts to ring as he moves on.

"Ai! Hello."

"Hey Gabe, so you're finally at my apartment. Took your time."

"Yeah sorry, been busy."

By busy he means eating, sleeping and updating his blog. Gabe walks into the kitchen and takes an apple and takes a bit.

"Ah yeah, it's been busy in Montreal too. This Assassin's Creed game is taking way too much time, thanks next gen. Giving me so much more work to do. I miss the old days y'know? I could get a board done in a day, now it takes a month to make one section of a city. Stressing me out."

"Yeah I hear you.. How did you know I was in your apartment by the way?"

"Oh the doorman rang me saying a bear made his way in."

"What a nice guy calling me a bear."

"Yeeeah, Drew's a douche."

Gabe makes his way into Ai's office demolishing the apple on the way. It's a small square room, red walls, large desk and a high end computer on top of it. Art fills the room from various video games and opposite the door framed on the wall is the beta cartridge of Nirva's Sword, Gabe smiles widely.

"Heh, didn't think you'd frame the cartridge."

"Best gift I've ever been given, needed a good place."

Gabe steps into the room, tossing the apple into the wicker bin and getting close to the frame.

"So how do I open this thing up?"

"There's a little clasp on the right side of the frame, just apply pressure and the glass should pop open."

"Seems overly complicated for just a frame."

"It's actually easier, and I'm a sucker for innovation."

Gabe presses his pudgy fingers against the frame and the glass pops open, Gabe carefully takes the cartridge out of the frame and holds it in his hands, looking at the art with a huge smile.

"Be careful with that alright? Means a lot."

"Don't have to tell me Ai, I'll bring it back to you as soon as possible."

"I trust you. We still on for dinner when I get back?"

"Yeah of course. Thanks again Ai."

"Don't mention it, see you Gabe."

"Bye Ai."

Gabe taps on his phone and places it back in his pocket, he turns to leave and we fade slowly to black.

Back to the Cursed Woods, barely five minutes have passed in Narfinex as we see Game Girl peacefully sleeping. Until.

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"Man I miss wrestling!"

GG snaps up awake and looks at Game Boy lay down on his side eating a marshmallow. GG sits up and rubs her tired eyes and stretches out in a yawn.

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"Beating up bad guys, talking with so many interesting people. Shame, I never got a REAL title."

Game Girl smirks and grabs her bag and sticks her hand into the bottomless satchel, slowly revealing the Intercontinental Championship. GB spits out his marshmallow shocked, such a waste.

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"You mean like this?"

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:O "How and when did you get that!?"

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"Did I not say? I'm sure I showed you this before?"

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"How did you get the gosh darn belt Paige!" >:[

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"I beat Sebastian Duke for it."

Game Boy sits up and scoots forward looking at the belt closely, the gold shines in his eyes and he looks up at Paige who is almost falling asleep at this point.

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"Can. Can I hold it?"

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"Sure dude. . ."

GG lazily hands the belt to GB who admires it, making a noise similar to the one GG made when she saw Aggro for the first time. Game Girl yawns again and falls back down onto the small pillow she was laying on before.

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"Don't get attached to it though, need it to put on the pressure plate Nirva's Sword is placed on."

Game Boy looks at the snoozing Game Girl with his jaw hung. He looks back down to the belt as Paige begins to quietly snore.

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"It's so cool. So beautiful. So. . ."

Game Boy pauses as he curls down clutching the belt.

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"Precious."

WORLD 9 - LEVEL 2 COMPLETE!

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WORLD 9 - LEVEL 2

Robbie Bourbon Said: Look, that girl wants to slap the Intercontinental Championship on some pressure plate to get a sword to fight a Narnifex.

"I'm actually getting Nirva's Sword to save Narfinex. Fighting Narfinex would be counter-productive, it's okay Robbie, my story is hard to understand I guess, it is aimed at ages seven and up."

Robbie Bourbon Said:The least I can do is prevent that shit from happening. Also, I'm fucking curious, alright! First man to ever travel to another dimension? Hell yeah!

Robbie Bourbon Said:There is no combating all the evil people in the world.

Robbie Bourbon Said:I want to be a hero; no, I want more. I want to be the giant on whose shoulders other heroes stand. But, as much as I want that, I'm really only one thing, and one thing alone.

I'm Robbie motherfucking Bourbon. The man of the people, operating at a stricter timing regimen than any of the denizens of this place.

Robbie Bourbon Said:You didn't jump off the tracks, my dear, you've stoked the flames of the engine and just stepped onto a bridge.

Back to the Cursed Woods, barely five minutes have passed in Narfinex as we see Game Girl peacefully sleeping. Until.

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"Man I miss wrestling!"

GG snaps up awake and looks at Game Boy lay down on his side eating a marshmallow. GG sits up and rubs her tired eyes and stretches out in a yawn.

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"You mean like this?"

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:O "How and when did you get that!?"

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"Did I not say? I'm sure I showed you this before?"

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"How did you get the gosh darn belt Paige!" >:[

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"Can. Can I hold it?"

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"It's so cool. So beautiful. So. . ."

Game Boy pauses as he curls down clutching the belt.

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"Precious."

WORLD 9 - LEVEL 2 COMPLETE!

]]> <![CDATA[What's In It For Brock?]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20899 Tue, 28 Jul 2015 10:53:06 -0700 Brock Lesnar]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20899 Paul Heyman - The Advocate

Ozy

Scenes Taking Place

Brock Lesnar

Former UFC Heavyweight Champion / Former WWE Heavyweight Champion / Former XWF Trio Champion
The One Behind The One In Twenty One And One
The Owner and President Of Suplex City / The Man Who Makes Other Men Look Like A Kitty
The Beast Incarnate

BROCK LESNAR

"Oz? Hey! Paul here. Yeah. I'm sorry about the other day. I mean, I get you guys work hard and try your best to create something special and memorable in the XWF. I'm not even sure you had anything to do with it, but I'm representing you know who and he doesn't take things that nicely. I had him breathing down my neck and emotions ran high, so I just had to speak my mind. It's frustrating. You have Dim, who is a great talent by the way, against The Beast! If Dim wins, he gets something, more specifically someone. It doesn't set well with my client, Brock Lesnar. It's his damn wife. She's not even under contract with the XWF. "

"I completely understand, and agree. I had nothing to do with booking Brock. Every GM just wanted Relentless to try and top last years, which will be difficult to do, and we all had some kind of say in different days. Brock's match never crossed my desk and once the card was finalized, I never thought about it. I skimmed the matches, saw Brock vs. Dim and thought, that's going to be a great match. But you're right Paul. I mean, if Brock wins, what does he get? I'm not sure we can just give Brock Lesnar a title shot at the Doctor."

"Why not? I get that you have to go through the right channels and "earn" your way to title matches. You know, as well as I do, that Brock Lesnar is a champion -- a conquering champion at that! The NCAA Heavyweight Wrestling Champion. Former WWE Champion. Former UFC Champion. Hell, he won those old Trio Titles against several other teams while carrying two bozos that wouldn't make it here, Anonymous and Elisha. Then, Shane got his damn nose in business and screwed everything up. Brock left. Brock is a conqueror. Why not give the XWF a true champion? Why not give the XWF The Beast! Let the man who ended the mysterious that surrounded The Undertaker at Wrestlemania be the man who will end The Doctor's reign. Talk about money in the bank! The Conqueror verses The Doctor!"

"It sounds good, Paul. It does and I don't doubt it wouldn't be a great match, but it just doesn't work that way. I'll bring it up to the guys and we'll see, but Brock has to beat Dim and the Doctor has to retain his belt. After that, then we can see what's next for both Brock and the Doc. Let's focus on Brock and Dim's match, and the stipulation. I don't think I can change what's done. You're a smart man. Brock has a lawyer now. I think you guys can figure out something in case Brock loses."

"He's NOT. GOING. TO LOSE. If he does happen to lose, then I guarantee Dim won't walk out of there the same."

"So what happens if he wins? Right now, nothing. So tell me, what would Brock want?"

"Brock wants the title! Brock wants to conquer! Brock wants to be the beast! And Brock wants the money. Fighting Dim.. beating Dim.. adds to the statistics but like you said, there is doubt it'll give Brock a title shot. Since you can't give Brock a title shot if he wins, and you told me you would bring it up to the other GMs if both Brock and the Doctor win their respective match, then let's add a stipulation to embarrass Brock's opponent. He hates gays. He hates jews. He hates men of color or different race than he. If Brock Lesnar wins... "Dim" must create a sex tape and must have actual sex with two black jew men on the Bible, while James Earl Jones reads from the Bible, and for the next 10 of Dim's matches, he must have a rap entrance song, and claim he loves all blacks and jews, and despises the Christians."

"Paul..."

"Brock wants the title! Brock wants to conquer! Brock wants to be the beast! And Brock wants the money. Fighting Dim.. beating Dim.. adds to the statistics but like you said, there is doubt it'll give Brock a title shot. Since you can't give Brock a title shot if he wins, and you told me you would bring it up to the other GMs if both Brock and the Doctor win their respective match, then let's add a stipulation to embarrass Brock's opponent. He hates gays. He hates jews. He hates men of color or different race than he. If Brock Lesnar wins... "Dim" must create a sex tape and must have actual sex with two black jew men on the Bible, while James Earl Jones reads from the Bible, and for the next 10 of Dim's matches, he must have a rap entrance song, and claim he loves all blacks and jews, and despises the Christians."

"Sounds cool, Paul."

"Great. Thanks Oz. By the way, let's do dinner after the pay per view. I have to call Brock with the good news." -- Paul hangs up the phone with the largest grin on his face. He dials Brock's number on the phone and seems like a cheerleader girl waiting for him to pick up the phone. "Brock! Paul here. Listen..." -- Brock starts to talk again, apparently still frustrated. Paul is rolling his head around and wiping off his forehead that's covered in sweat. "Just listen a minute! I talked to my friend, Ozy, and he completely agrees with us. In fact, he had this great idea that if you beat Dim at Relentless, he's going to walk himself into every general manager's office and tell them you deserve to be in the title picture! That you deserve to be the next in line at the Universal Title! He said since you were the man to end the Undertaker's streak, something no one could do after 20 plus years, then you definitely deserve to fight for the XWF title."

"Good."

"But that still leaves an open stipulation in your match against Dim, so I said that he must create a sex tape and must have actual sex with two black jew men on the Bible, while James Earl Jones reads from the Bible, and for the next 10 of Dim's matches, he must have a rap entrance song, and claim he loves all blacks and jews, and despises the Christians."

"Hahaha."

"You like that?" -- Paul has a huge grin come across his face like an evil villain.

"Good work, Paul. I'll call Sal and tell him to cancel the lawsuit."

"Wait wait wait. Wait. Wait. Wha -- lawsuit? What lawsuit?"

"I called Sal and told him to work up a lawsuit against the XWF with this bullshit if we don't get it fixed. I was going to do the match, Sal was going to claim hostile work environment and sexual harassment on my wife, and that we would settle for 15 million dollars, creative control, and half owner."

"Brock, we barely know Sal. I mean, he's a good lawyer but you saw who he was mixed up with here for a few years.. I mean, Eli James and Elisha? You should talk to me before you make any of these decisions. I'm your advocate. I'm your adviser. Don't do anything like this without telling me about it. Please."

"It's all good, Paul. No worries. Haha."

The phone hangs up with Brock laughing. Paul Heyman looks like he's about to have a heart attack.]]> Paul Heyman - The Advocate

Ozy

Scenes Taking Place

Brock Lesnar

BROCK LESNAR

Sal - The Lawyer

Scenes Taking Place

Rena Lesnar - The Wife

BROCK LESNAR

"Brock. Brock. Brock. Okay, but... Brock. I get it." -- Paul is on his cell phone talking to his client Brock Lesnar, and seems to be annoyed at the conversation going on. Paul is repeatedly saying Brock's name while nodding his head and rolling his eyes. It seems on the other end, Brock isn't happy about whatever it is they are talking about. After several minutes of this going on, Brock seems to have cooled down and chilled from talking. "Look, I get it. It wasn't exactly the ideal match or stipulation, and... " -- Brock apparently starts back up again yelling over the phone. Paul pulls the phone away from his ear and looks a bit terrified himself. In an odd move from Heyman, he yells in the phone to try and get Brock to be quiet for a moment. "BROCK! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you but you have me no choice. Just listen, okay? Sal and I are going to talk to Ozy or whomever we have to to go over the contract. I, nor Sal, signed you up for a match where if you lose, your ................ yes, your wife, gets to be with your opponent. I.. I understand. Right. Yes. Okay, Brock. We're on it. " -- You could hear Brock throw the phone on the other end to disconnect the conversation between the two. Paul starts to sweat and rub his forehead. He says to himself, "It's got to be that damn Shane

. Fuck. "

A Few Hours Pass By. . .

"Come on, answer your phone." -- Paul is pacing back and forth with his cell up to his ear. "Finally! I've been trying to get a hold of one of you XWF officials. Well.. hey to you to Ozy. Listen, I... Yes I'm fine, thank you. Br.. I am enjoying vacation away from Madness. Listen, Brock Le.. Yes, I appreciate the reinstatement of my client Brock Lesnar. No. That's not why I'm calling. I'm calling because someone in this "new" age in the XWF did something rather stupid! I mean, it's not very surprising, but I need it to be fixed. Yea? Good. The problem is, we just received word that Brock Lesnar has been scheduled at the pay per view Relentless. We didn't ask for a title shot, nor did Brock really want one. We simply wanted Brock on the card and that was all. Brock comes in, fulfills his contract obligations, collects his paycheck, takes some bitch to suplex city and goes back home. No problem. Now, you have Brock facing this idiot who mine as well be the guy who books matches every week and if he wins, Brock's wife has to go home with him. I didn't sign that stipulation. Brock's Lawyer, Sal, didn't sign that stipulation. Brock Lesnar didn't sign that stipulation. So who in God's name added a damn stipluation? .......... Uh, Hello? Ozy? Oz? Dammit." -- Oz apparently hung up the phone and Heyman continues to pace. He calls again, but this time it goes straight to Ozy's voice mail which happens to be full.

During The Heyman/Ozy Conversation, Somewhere In Minnasota. . .

Brock is outside doing some farming work in the heat while his wife is inside making dinner. After several hours, Brock goes inside and slaps his wife's ass.

"I hope Paul fixes this mistake. We should've just sued that company after they screwed you, collected the money, and ended that company. They can't keep the same owner, general managers change every week, and they think that place is doing well financially? It's pathetic - not to mention Mr.

's obsession with potatoes."

"Don't worry. Last time I was there, I kicked the so-called top groups asses to win the Trio Titles. I don't even care who my opponent is, it's just someone put in that damn stipulation that I never agreed to. I guess all the more reason to take that bitch to suplex city. All I know is I'm gonna get paid more money for this shit."

Somewhere In New Mexico. . .

Sal has his feet propped up on his desk smiling while he's talking on one of his many cell phones. During the conversation he has going on, several of his phones at different times go off, each with a different ringtone, but Sal ignores them all for what seems to be hours. You hear a loud man yelling at the front desk with a woman telling him, "He's busy! Sir! Sir! You can't go in there!" Sal's office door swings open and it's Paul Heyman, who doesn't look to be very happy. Paul pulls out his cellphone and waves it at Sal.

"Yeah, okay. Listen, Drew, I have to go. Someone just walked in unexpectedly but I have to take this. I got your back! Thanks for the call." --Sal's eyes go big, he whistles and makes the motion with his finger that the person he was talking to is crazy. "Sheesh, talk about nut jobs. That guy I was just talking to..."

"I don't care if it was President Obama or Mister Potato Head Bitch

Sal - The Lawyer

Scenes Taking Place

Rena Lesnar - The Wife

BROCK LESNAR

. I call, you answer. It's that simple. I call. You answer. I call. You answer. I call........ "

"I answer, yeah, got it chief."

"My client is in an XWF match at Relen..."

"Good for him! I told you he would be back soon, didn't I? And what's the pay like? $500k? A nice mill?"

"IF my client loses, the stipulation is his wife has to go with the winner."

"Owch."

"Owch? Owch?! That's all my client's lawyer has to say is 'ouch'? We pay you to handle the logistics of Brock's contract. Brock didn't sign that added stipulation. I didn't sign it. So what are we going to do about it?"

"I'm going to call them up and find out who did this. And then, we're going to call Brock and let him pick out any stipulation he wants if he wins. And then, we're going to inform them Brock's services will be costing extra."

Heyman doesn't seem to pleased, and almost looks like he wants to call Sal an idiot. Sal winks at Paul, gets a blowpop out of his desk and puts the sucker in his mouth like a kid.]]> <![CDATA[Johnny and I pick up Tiffany and Georgie 1]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20828 Mon, 27 Jul 2015 00:30:14 -0700 Ginger Snaps]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20828
I'm sorry you didn't win, baby.

I lay there, and enjoy the rubs.

It's ok, honey. I'm just glad I didn't get attacked like Morbid Angel or by Christoper Isles when I went and ate his pie. Omigod, babe, what if he poisoned me?

Johnny kisses my head.

You're fine. But, hey, I got you something while you were napping earlier.

He pulls a box out and shows it to me. It's red and rectangular. I open it slowly, and inside is a necklace with blue gems danging from it. I squeal. I look at it, and stare. Johnny chuckles as I do. I hold it up to the light, and watch the sparkles in the light. I like the sparkles. They look tasty. I decide to test this, by licking the gem, before putting one of them in my mouth.

What exactly are you doing, you odd little girl?

I turn to look at him, and pull it out of my mouth. I have a confused look on my face.

I was testing it. Different gems taste different. These are sapphires. They're not fake.

He strokes my hair before leaning in and kissing me on the head, and putting the necklace around my neck. He snuggles me in tightly. He kisses me right on the staples. It tickles. We spend the rest of the ride snuggled up, playing with each other's fingers in silence. We arrive at the airport, and get out of the car. I pull the sign out of the boot of the car, and head to the incoming section of the airport. I hold up my sign, it's on purple paper, written in a silver glitter pen I found earlier. Tiff, and Georgie come rolling into view. I jump up and down in excitement. I haven't seen Georgie in 2 weeks, I haven't gone this long without seeing him for two years.

George rolls towards me, I drop my sign, and run to him. I drop to my knees and hug Georgie. He kisses me on the cheek.

Hey, sis. How's it going?

I pull back, and show off my necklace.

Johnny got me this. Isn't it pretty?

Tiffany comes running over, and looks at it.

Hey, slut. How'd the new outfit go?

He thought I looked silly. He didn't think it fit me.

I pop to my feet, and we all head off to go collect Tiffany and Georgie's things from the baggage claim. We load their bags in the boot of cab, and head into the car. The four of us rode to the hotel where I had booked a room for them. I thought one room would be fine, so I only booked the one. I even had them send up some champagne for Tiff and Georgie. Johnny and I went back to our room, and I showered. Johnny changed, and I got all squeaky clean. I put my hair into a nice braid and tied a bow on it to match the adorable floral dress I had picked out for dinner.

I take us to this really fancy restaurant Johnny and I had been to the other day. It was really delicious, and well priced. George regaled us with the story of how he had beat one of his games in a single sitting. I remember when he and I would spend our weekends trying to do that, before he got sick. I never understood the games, but, I did it for him. He was my Prince George, and I did whatever he wanted because he needed his big sister to like the stuff he liked. It wasn't fun for him if I didn't. It was why I watched wrestling in the first place, why I joined here. Why I did everything I did in my life, up until I moved to England. That was for me. I was selfish, then.

I never told him, or Johnny, that part. I played it off like I wanted to get a place set up and have Georgie come live with me, but I wanted to be on my own for a while. I wanted to see what if t was like to be my own Ginger. And it was fun. I worked, I made friends, and I had a nice flat. I was saving to buy a nice car. I had a boyfriend, and he was nice to me. Not nearly as nice to me as Johnny, and I never loved him, or was as happy with him as I am with Johnny. But, then Georgie got sick, and our parents died. My boyfriend and I had just had a fight, and I told him I had to go home. He told me he was glad I was leaving, and that he was cheating on me with my flatmate. I went home and never looked back. I think about this as I stare off into the air at dinner.

You ok, babe?

I snap out of it and blink before realising where I am.

Oh, yeah. I just started thinking about the life Georgie, and I had before. We and him used to spend all weekend trying to beat some videogames. Mum thought it was cute, but dad would try and get us to go out to some work do with him. Or, off to watch the football match or something. Dad wanted us to be more into sports than we were. Remember the weekend he took us up to the wrestlers in the community centre, and you threw a peanut and the dude broke kayfabe to yell at you?

Haha. That stupid falcon dude. He was dressed as a giant falcon, and he thought it was cool to do high flying moves while screeching. You know, he turned out to be McGould's kid? That's why he got so mad, coz he always had a thing for you.

Really? Falcon was Tim McGould? I never knew. I just knew he screeched at you for like 30 minutes before the other man in the ring took a trash can to the back of his head. He went down, and then the ref called the match. The rest of the night was pretty boring. Except when dad went backstage, and changed to wrestle as The Iron Baker, and he came out dressed in that stupid chef's outfit he had, complete with spatula and rolling pin. He hurt his shoulder, and had to take two days off work because of it. But it was worth it.

We laughed, and shared stories from our past with Johnny. Tiffany told us about how when she was 12, and got into a fight with her mum over whether or not it was ok for her to wear make up, she ran away. She ran hard as she could, until it started raining out, and then she walked slowly, trying to find shelter. Daddy drove by on his way home from work, he stopped and picked her up. They went out for food, and ice cream. He talked to her about the problem, and she told him everything. He took her home, and stayed there until her and her mum were ok. Every year on her birthday he'd always get her something, like she were his own kid. I think he'd be happy to know about Georgie and her, I know mum would be. Johnny told us about his dad, and how he was some sort of businessman, and brought Johnny on a trip with him once. They went to New York, and took in a Broadway play. He let Johnny go to the Statue of Liberty, and lick it. Told Johnny that was Britain's payback for the war. We sit and chat proper all night, until the restaurant closes. On the walk back home, we're all laughing, and talking about the King Henry, I stumble. Tiffany helps me to my feet, and I look at her for a second.

What do you do for a living, Tiffany? You've never told me. You refuse to talk about it.

She looks at me and then laughs.

I work as a dealer at the dealership my dad owned with his brother. I sell used cars to old men. It's why I dress like I do.

We laugh and continue back to the hotel. George and Tiff go their room, and Johnny and I head to ours. I pour myself a Vodka Tonic while Johnny showers. After downing my drink, I check the website to see if anyone said anything. After I finish the work from my opponents, Johnny comes out, and we snuggle up as I set up to record a promo.

Hi,John, Maverick, Peter, Todd, and TJ! How's it going? Me? I'm ok. I just got back from a dinner with my brother, my boyfriend, and my best friend. They just got to America, and wanted to try some American Cuisine. We ate at some restaurant, it was ok. I'll tell you guys about it in my new series of blogs I'm thinking of doing, called Ginger Reviews America. I'm going to maybe put it on the XWF website, so check it out. If I do it. I'm still working on one. I met a really nice waitress in a diner the other day.

I want to talk to each of you, about things that we should have talked about before. I'm sorry I've been quiet, but my head has really hurt. John Black, I want to start with you. You wanted to tell us about you, and I feel bad that you're in hot water with your girlfriend. But, you shouldn't have cheated on her. Nor should you have gotten violent with her. Send her roses, and tell them both you're sorry. Then choose one and stay with her. Probably not the racist one, though.

Maverick, hi. We don't know each other, so don't say anything bad about me. I won't say anything to you if you do what's right, and keep quiet. Remember when I dominated my first match, and took Vinnie's title from him? I did it because he hurt my feelings. I hope you don't take it personal that I was invited to join the Pirate team, and Game Girl said she didn't want you on the team. What was with her poop deck joke?

TJ, I heard what you asked, and I wanted to answer your questions, and your concerns. Peter, and Dim are friends. Dim asks me to do that kind of stuff to do that for him because he's sad about his wife dying, and he's struggling because he's coming to terms with just learning that he's gay. Peter is my friend, he defends me sometimes, and I defend him. Yes, he did threaten to rape me, but he apologised for it, and told me he wouldn't rape me. I don't think that Dim is going to rape King Henry, King Henry isn't Trax. Dim is in love with Trax, so don't worry there. But, thank you for your concern. It means a lot to me that someone would try and protect me, but I don't need it. I'm pretty sure if push comes to shove, I can count on Peter to help me. We're friends, after all. Mr. Wallace, can I ask you something? Are you really worried about me, or are you just hoping I don't show up and then you get a chance to win my title?

Todd, Hi. You're not last. Yay! Listen, I think you're adorable, and I really don't believe that your friend Gator that you're going to die. I'll protect you, I promise. You'll be fine, I wouldn't let them hurt you, you marshmallow. Does it bother you, me calling you a Marshmallow? I hope we can be friends, later. I'll let you film me if you want, but not like that silly.

Peter, hey! How's it going? I'm sorry you had to kill that meanie Phantom, but I'm glad you survived. Peter, tell me the truth. We are friends, right? You're not just going to pretend to be my friend so you can hurt my feelings, are you? Because I'd be very hurt if that was the case. Peter, you and I, we're the only two walking into this thing as former Hart Champions. That doesn't give us an advantage, it's just a fun fact. We're awesome. Peter, can I tell you a secret?

I close my laptop camera, and lay on my bed awaiting Peter's answer. The ceiling is interesting, I watch it as I snuggle up close to Johnny, and he wraps a single arm around me. I slowly fall asleep.]]>
I'm sorry you didn't win, baby.

I lay there, and enjoy the rubs.

It's ok, honey. I'm just glad I didn't get attacked like Morbid Angel or by Christoper Isles when I went and ate his pie. Omigod, babe, what if he poisoned me?

Johnny kisses my head.

You're fine. But, hey, I got you something while you were napping earlier.

He pulls a box out and shows it to me. It's red and rectangular. I open it slowly, and inside is a necklace with blue gems danging from it. I squeal. I look at it, and stare. Johnny chuckles as I do. I hold it up to the light, and watch the sparkles in the light. I like the sparkles. They look tasty. I decide to test this, by licking the gem, before putting one of them in my mouth.

What exactly are you doing, you odd little girl?

I turn to look at him, and pull it out of my mouth. I have a confused look on my face.

I was testing it. Different gems taste different. These are sapphires. They're not fake.

He strokes my hair before leaning in and kissing me on the head, and putting the necklace around my neck. He snuggles me in tightly. He kisses me right on the staples. It tickles. We spend the rest of the ride snuggled up, playing with each other's fingers in silence. We arrive at the airport, and get out of the car. I pull the sign out of the boot of the car, and head to the incoming section of the airport. I hold up my sign, it's on purple paper, written in a silver glitter pen I found earlier. Tiff, and Georgie come rolling into view. I jump up and down in excitement. I haven't seen Georgie in 2 weeks, I haven't gone this long without seeing him for two years.

George rolls towards me, I drop my sign, and run to him. I drop to my knees and hug Georgie. He kisses me on the cheek.

Hey, sis. How's it going?

I pull back, and show off my necklace.

Johnny got me this. Isn't it pretty?

Tiffany comes running over, and looks at it.

Hey, slut. How'd the new outfit go?

He thought I looked silly. He didn't think it fit me.

I pop to my feet, and we all head off to go collect Tiffany and Georgie's things from the baggage claim. We load their bags in the boot of cab, and head into the car. The four of us rode to the hotel where I had booked a room for them. I thought one room would be fine, so I only booked the one. I even had them send up some champagne for Tiff and Georgie. Johnny and I went back to our room, and I showered. Johnny changed, and I got all squeaky clean. I put my hair into a nice braid and tied a bow on it to match the adorable floral dress I had picked out for dinner.

I take us to this really fancy restaurant Johnny and I had been to the other day. It was really delicious, and well priced. George regaled us with the story of how he had beat one of his games in a single sitting. I remember when he and I would spend our weekends trying to do that, before he got sick. I never understood the games, but, I did it for him. He was my Prince George, and I did whatever he wanted because he needed his big sister to like the stuff he liked. It wasn't fun for him if I didn't. It was why I watched wrestling in the first place, why I joined here. Why I did everything I did in my life, up until I moved to England. That was for me. I was selfish, then.

I never told him, or Johnny, that part. I played it off like I wanted to get a place set up and have Georgie come live with me, but I wanted to be on my own for a while. I wanted to see what if t was like to be my own Ginger. And it was fun. I worked, I made friends, and I had a nice flat. I was saving to buy a nice car. I had a boyfriend, and he was nice to me. Not nearly as nice to me as Johnny, and I never loved him, or was as happy with him as I am with Johnny. But, then Georgie got sick, and our parents died. My boyfriend and I had just had a fight, and I told him I had to go home. He told me he was glad I was leaving, and that he was cheating on me with my flatmate. I went home and never looked back. I think about this as I stare off into the air at dinner.

You ok, babe?

I snap out of it and blink before realising where I am.

Oh, yeah. I just started thinking about the life Georgie, and I had before. We and him used to spend all weekend trying to beat some videogames. Mum thought it was cute, but dad would try and get us to go out to some work do with him. Or, off to watch the football match or something. Dad wanted us to be more into sports than we were. Remember the weekend he took us up to the wrestlers in the community centre, and you threw a peanut and the dude broke kayfabe to yell at you?

Haha. That stupid falcon dude. He was dressed as a giant falcon, and he thought it was cool to do high flying moves while screeching. You know, he turned out to be McGould's kid? That's why he got so mad, coz he always had a thing for you.

Really? Falcon was Tim McGould? I never knew. I just knew he screeched at you for like 30 minutes before the other man in the ring took a trash can to the back of his head. He went down, and then the ref called the match. The rest of the night was pretty boring. Except when dad went backstage, and changed to wrestle as The Iron Baker, and he came out dressed in that stupid chef's outfit he had, complete with spatula and rolling pin. He hurt his shoulder, and had to take two days off work because of it. But it was worth it.

We laughed, and shared stories from our past with Johnny. Tiffany told us about how when she was 12, and got into a fight with her mum over whether or not it was ok for her to wear make up, she ran away. She ran hard as she could, until it started raining out, and then she walked slowly, trying to find shelter. Daddy drove by on his way home from work, he stopped and picked her up. They went out for food, and ice cream. He talked to her about the problem, and she told him everything. He took her home, and stayed there until her and her mum were ok. Every year on her birthday he'd always get her something, like she were his own kid. I think he'd be happy to know about Georgie and her, I know mum would be. Johnny told us about his dad, and how he was some sort of businessman, and brought Johnny on a trip with him once. They went to New York, and took in a Broadway play. He let Johnny go to the Statue of Liberty, and lick it. Told Johnny that was Britain's payback for the war. We sit and chat proper all night, until the restaurant closes. On the walk back home, we're all laughing, and talking about the King Henry, I stumble. Tiffany helps me to my feet, and I look at her for a second.

What do you do for a living, Tiffany? You've never told me. You refuse to talk about it.

She looks at me and then laughs.

I work as a dealer at the dealership my dad owned with his brother. I sell used cars to old men. It's why I dress like I do.

We laugh and continue back to the hotel. George and Tiff go their room, and Johnny and I head to ours. I pour myself a Vodka Tonic while Johnny showers. After downing my drink, I check the website to see if anyone said anything. After I finish the work from my opponents, Johnny comes out, and we snuggle up as I set up to record a promo.

Hi,John, Maverick, Peter, Todd, and TJ! How's it going? Me? I'm ok. I just got back from a dinner with my brother, my boyfriend, and my best friend. They just got to America, and wanted to try some American Cuisine. We ate at some restaurant, it was ok. I'll tell you guys about it in my new series of blogs I'm thinking of doing, called Ginger Reviews America. I'm going to maybe put it on the XWF website, so check it out. If I do it. I'm still working on one. I met a really nice waitress in a diner the other day.

I want to talk to each of you, about things that we should have talked about before. I'm sorry I've been quiet, but my head has really hurt. John Black, I want to start with you. You wanted to tell us about you, and I feel bad that you're in hot water with your girlfriend. But, you shouldn't have cheated on her. Nor should you have gotten violent with her. Send her roses, and tell them both you're sorry. Then choose one and stay with her. Probably not the racist one, though.

Maverick, hi. We don't know each other, so don't say anything bad about me. I won't say anything to you if you do what's right, and keep quiet. Remember when I dominated my first match, and took Vinnie's title from him? I did it because he hurt my feelings. I hope you don't take it personal that I was invited to join the Pirate team, and Game Girl said she didn't want you on the team. What was with her poop deck joke?

TJ, I heard what you asked, and I wanted to answer your questions, and your concerns. Peter, and Dim are friends. Dim asks me to do that kind of stuff to do that for him because he's sad about his wife dying, and he's struggling because he's coming to terms with just learning that he's gay. Peter is my friend, he defends me sometimes, and I defend him. Yes, he did threaten to rape me, but he apologised for it, and told me he wouldn't rape me. I don't think that Dim is going to rape King Henry, King Henry isn't Trax. Dim is in love with Trax, so don't worry there. But, thank you for your concern. It means a lot to me that someone would try and protect me, but I don't need it. I'm pretty sure if push comes to shove, I can count on Peter to help me. We're friends, after all. Mr. Wallace, can I ask you something? Are you really worried about me, or are you just hoping I don't show up and then you get a chance to win my title?

Todd, Hi. You're not last. Yay! Listen, I think you're adorable, and I really don't believe that your friend Gator that you're going to die. I'll protect you, I promise. You'll be fine, I wouldn't let them hurt you, you marshmallow. Does it bother you, me calling you a Marshmallow? I hope we can be friends, later. I'll let you film me if you want, but not like that silly.

Peter, hey! How's it going? I'm sorry you had to kill that meanie Phantom, but I'm glad you survived. Peter, tell me the truth. We are friends, right? You're not just going to pretend to be my friend so you can hurt my feelings, are you? Because I'd be very hurt if that was the case. Peter, you and I, we're the only two walking into this thing as former Hart Champions. That doesn't give us an advantage, it's just a fun fact. We're awesome. Peter, can I tell you a secret?

I close my laptop camera, and lay on my bed awaiting Peter's answer. The ceiling is interesting, I watch it as I snuggle up close to Johnny, and he wraps a single arm around me. I slowly fall asleep.]]> <![CDATA[A day in the life of Todd. 1]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20856 Sat, 25 Jul 2015 23:15:34 -0700 Hot Todd]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20856 *We got to Gator's home in Boston, specifically his living room where we see Gator, Scarlett, Better Todd and most importantly Todd Moschitti. Cameraman extraordinaire and all around pretty sweet guy. Sit on a couch, Scarlett is huddled next to Gator holding a beer in his hand. Todd sits next to his animal superior who loudly snores on the couch cushions. Todd is licking a lollipop and stops as he turns to the others.*

T: "How many licks do you think it takes to get to the centre of a lollipop?"

*The three turn to Todd confused, yes, even the dog.*

"Uuuh-"

"Who gives a fuck?"

T: "I was just wondering you know, like, how many licks?"

"Are.. Are you high?"

T: "No, just thinking."

*Gator shakes his head as they all return to normal. Gator exclaims something and leans forward as he adjusts the volume on the remote.*

TV: ~ot Todd Moschitti! That's right! Former Universal Champion Gator's personal cameraman Todd Moschitti! And finally the returning TJ Wallace! All go head to head for a chance to win the Hart Championship! Stay tuned for-

*Gator live pauses the TV, isn't it cool we can do that now? And looks at Todd, Scarlett tries to hold back her laughter.*

"Todd."

T: "Hm?"

"... What?"

T: "Uh... Well, they were looking for sign ups for the Hart championship and Jerry, the sound guy, you know Jerry right?"

"I do, go on."

T: "Well Jerry dared me to sign up, for a joke. I figured they'd get other sign ins or pick an actual wrestler over me, but.. Well. They didn't I guess."

"... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Fucking Jerry you legend! Oh shit Todd, you're going to die!"

T: "Wha?"

"You're going to get killed in that ring! Sure they're nothing except TJ who is cool, but they're miles above you! Hahaha. Oh man, this is hilarious."

T: "You're going to help me right?"

"Fuck no."

"Jacob."

"I'm in the Universal Championship match, I've got my own stuff to worry about."

T: "Well what do I do?"

"I don't know, why don't you figure out how many licks it takes to get to the centre of a lollipop."

*Todd sits back in the couch and takes 1 lick of his lollipop. Then a 2nd. ((OOC: Yes, I'm really doing this.)) And a 3rd. Scarlett looks at her phone and taps Gator on the shoulder. 4. 5.*

"Movie starts at seven, we should go."

6

"Right."

7

T: "What you guys watching?"

8

"Ant Man." 9 "No you can't come."

10

T: "Aw."

11

*Gator and 12 Scarlett get off the couch and walk out of the living room, 13, giving a wave goodbye to Todd. 14. Who continues to watch TV. 15. Todd grabs the remote and, 16, switches the channel. 17.*

TV:
JOURNALIST #3: Captain Kirk, 18 how does it feel to be back on the Enterprise Bridge? 19 ...Can I ask you a few questions? 20 ...We'd like to know how you feel how you're going... 21
HARRIMAN: Excuse me, 22excuse me, excuse me. There will be plenty of time for questions later.23 I'm Captain John Harriman and I'd like to welcome you all aboard. 24
KIRK: It's our pleasure. 25
HARRIMAN: I just want you to know how excited 26 we all are to have a group of living legends with us on our maiden voyage. ...I 27 remember reading about your missions when I was in grade school.
KIRK: Oh, really. Well, ...may we have a look around? 28
HARRIMAN: Please, ...please.
CHEKOV: Demora! 29
JOURNALIST #1: Captain, ...this is the first Starship Enterprise in thirty years without James T. Kirk in command. 30 How do you feel about that, sir? 31
KIRK: Oh just fine. I'm glad to be here to send her on her way. 32
JOURNALIST #3: And what have you been doing since you retired?
KIRK: Keeping busy. 33
JOURNALIST #3: Captain Kirk...
HARRIMAN (OC): Why don't we give the Captain a chance to look around?
(Kirk takes a longing glance at the Captain's chair)

T: "You need to get your shit together Kirk!" 34

CHEKOV: Captain. ... Excuse me. ...I'd like you to meet the 35 helmsman of the Enterprise-B. Demora. ... 36 Ensign Demora Sulu.
DEMORA: It's a pleasure to meet you, 37sir. My father's told me some ...interesting stories about you.
KIRK: Your father is Hikaru 38Sulu?
DEMORA: Yes sir.
CHEKOV: Oh, you've met her before, when she was... 39
KIRK: It wasn't so long ago. ...It couldn't have been more than....
CHEKOV: Twelve years, sir. 40
KIRK: Twelve years?
CHEKOV: Absolutely. 41
KIRK: Incredible. Congratulations, Ensign. It wouldn't be the Enterprise 42 without a Sulu at the helm.
DEMORA: Thank you, sir.
CHEKOV: I'm sure Hikaru must be very proud of you.43
DEMORA (OC): I hope so.
CHEKOV: I was never that young.
KIRK: No, ... 44 you were younger!
SCOTT: Damn fine ship if you ask me.
KIRK: Scotty, ...it absolutely amazes me. 45
SCOTT: What would that be, sir? 46
KIRK: Sulu. When did he find the time to have family? 47
SCOTT: Well like you always say, if something's important, 48 you'll make the time.
(Kirk takes a second glance at the Captain's chair)

T: "Stop doing this to yourself Kirk." 49

SCOTT: Ah, so that's why you seem so restless. 50 Finding retirement a little lonely, are we?
KIRK: You know, I'm glad you're an engineer. With a tact like 51 that you'd make a lousy psychiatrist.
SCOTT: Ha, ha, ha...

T: "Hahaha." 52

HARRIMAN: Excuse me, gentlemen, ...if you'll take your seats.
KIRK: Yes, of course. 53
(Kirk gives the Captain's chair a nostalgic pat as he moves away)

T: "Kirk!" 53

HARRIMAN: Prepare to leave Spacedock. 54 Aft thrusters ahead one-quarter, port and starboard at station keeping. ...Captain Kirk, I'd be honoured if you'd give the order to get underway. 55
KIRK: Thank you very much. I...
HARRIMAN: Please, sir.
KIRK: No.
HARRIMAN: Please, I insist. 56
KIRK: Take us out.
(the crew breaks out into general applause)

*Todd claps too* 57

CHEKOV: Very good, sir.
SCOTT: Brought a tear to my eye. 58
KIRK: Oh, be quiet.
(as Kirk, Scott and Chekov return from their tour of the ship the journalists accost them again)
JOURNALIST #1: Gentlemen! 59 Gentlemen! 60Tell me. Now that you've seen the rest of the ship, How's it feel to be back? 61
KIRK/SCOTT/CHEKOV: Fine. Fine. Fine.
HARRIMAN: Ladies and gentlemen, we've just cleared the asteroid belt. 62 Our course today will take us out past Pluto and then back to Spacedock. Just a quick run around the block. 63
CONN OFFICER: Captain, will there be time to conduct any tests on the warp drive system?
COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: We're picking up a distress call, Captain. 64
HARRIMAN: On... On speakers.
COMM VOICE: This is the transport ship Lakul. 65 We're caught in some kind of energy distortion. Two ships in our convoy. 66..We're trapped in a severe gravimetric distortion. We can't break free. 67 We need immediate help. It' tearing us apart. This is the trans...
SCIENCE OFFICER: The Lakul is one 68 of two ships transporting El-Aurian refugees to Earth.
HARRIMAN: Ensign Sulu, can you locate them? 69
DEMORA: The ships are bearing at three one zero mark two one five. 70 Distance, three light years.
HARRIMAN: Signal the closest starship. We're in no condition to mount a rescue. 71 ...We don't even have a full crew aboard.
DREW ARCHYLE: We're the only one in range, sir. 72
HARRIMAN: ...Well, then, ...I guess it's up to us. Helm, lay in an intercept course and engage at 73 maximum warp.

T: "Ugh, I feel sick."

DEMORA (OC): Aye sir.

*Todd looks around*

SCOTT: (to Kirk) Captain, is there something wrong with your chair?

*And puts the lollipop in front of Better Todd*

DEMORA: We're 74 75 76 78 79 80 81 82within 83 84 85 86 87 88 visual range 89 90 91 92 of the energy distortion, 93 94 95 96 97Captain. 98 99 100 101 102 103
HARRIMAN: On screen.

T: "Alright that's enough, don't want you throwing up."

*Todd takes the lollipop away from Better Todd and gives the dog a pat on the head. Todd begins to lick the lollipop again EW WHAT!?*

CHEKOV (OC): What the hell is that? 104
DEMORA: I've located the transport ships. 105...Their hulls are starting to buckle under the stress. 106...They won't survive much longer. 107
LIEUTENANT: We're encountering severe gravimetric distortions from the energy ribbon, 108 Captain.

*Todd smiles proud*

HARRIMAN: We'll have to keep our distance. We don't want to get pulled in too.

T: "One hundred and eight! Alright.

KIRK: Tractor beam! Tractor beam.

*108 licks, that's how many it takes. Todd sticks the lollipop in his mouth and continues to watch the movie. Fade to black I guess.*

]]> *We got to Gator's home in Boston, specifically his living room where we see Gator, Scarlett, Better Todd and most importantly Todd Moschitti. Cameraman extraordinaire and all around pretty sweet guy. Sit on a couch, Scarlett is huddled next to Gator holding a beer in his hand. Todd sits next to his animal superior who loudly snores on the couch cushions. Todd is licking a lollipop and stops as he turns to the others.*

T: "How many licks do you think it takes to get to the centre of a lollipop?"

*The three turn to Todd confused, yes, even the dog.*

"Uuuh-"

"Who gives a fuck?"

T: "I was just wondering you know, like, how many licks?"

"Are.. Are you high?"

T: "No, just thinking."

*Gator shakes his head as they all return to normal. Gator exclaims something and leans forward as he adjusts the volume on the remote.*

TV: ~ot Todd Moschitti! That's right! Former Universal Champion Gator's personal cameraman Todd Moschitti! And finally the returning TJ Wallace! All go head to head for a chance to win the Hart Championship! Stay tuned for-

*Gator live pauses the TV, isn't it cool we can do that now? And looks at Todd, Scarlett tries to hold back her laughter.*

"Todd."

T: "Hm?"

"... What?"

T: "Uh... Well, they were looking for sign ups for the Hart championship and Jerry, the sound guy, you know Jerry right?"

"I do, go on."

T: "Well Jerry dared me to sign up, for a joke. I figured they'd get other sign ins or pick an actual wrestler over me, but.. Well. They didn't I guess."

"... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Fucking Jerry you legend! Oh shit Todd, you're going to die!"

T: "Wha?"

"You're going to get killed in that ring! Sure they're nothing except TJ who is cool, but they're miles above you! Hahaha. Oh man, this is hilarious."

T: "You're going to help me right?"

"Fuck no."

"Jacob."

"I'm in the Universal Championship match, I've got my own stuff to worry about."

T: "Well what do I do?"

"I don't know, why don't you figure out how many licks it takes to get to the centre of a lollipop."

*Todd sits back in the couch and takes 1 lick of his lollipop. Then a 2nd. ((OOC: Yes, I'm really doing this.)) And a 3rd. Scarlett looks at her phone and taps Gator on the shoulder. 4. 5.*

"Movie starts at seven, we should go."

6

"Right."

7

T: "What you guys watching?"

8

"Ant Man." 9 "No you can't come."

10

T: "Aw."

11

*Gator and 12 Scarlett get off the couch and walk out of the living room, 13, giving a wave goodbye to Todd. 14. Who continues to watch TV. 15. Todd grabs the remote and, 16, switches the channel. 17.*

TV:
JOURNALIST #3: Captain Kirk, 18 how does it feel to be back on the Enterprise Bridge? 19 ...Can I ask you a few questions? 20 ...We'd like to know how you feel how you're going... 21
HARRIMAN: Excuse me, 22excuse me, excuse me. There will be plenty of time for questions later.23 I'm Captain John Harriman and I'd like to welcome you all aboard. 24
KIRK: It's our pleasure. 25
HARRIMAN: I just want you to know how excited 26 we all are to have a group of living legends with us on our maiden voyage. ...I 27 remember reading about your missions when I was in grade school.
KIRK: Oh, really. Well, ...may we have a look around? 28
HARRIMAN: Please, ...please.
CHEKOV: Demora! 29
JOURNALIST #1: Captain, ...this is the first Starship Enterprise in thirty years without James T. Kirk in command. 30 How do you feel about that, sir? 31
KIRK: Oh just fine. I'm glad to be here to send her on her way. 32
JOURNALIST #3: And what have you been doing since you retired?
KIRK: Keeping busy. 33
JOURNALIST #3: Captain Kirk...
HARRIMAN (OC): Why don't we give the Captain a chance to look around?
(Kirk takes a longing glance at the Captain's chair)

T: "You need to get your shit together Kirk!" 34

CHEKOV: Captain. ... Excuse me. ...I'd like you to meet the 35 helmsman of the Enterprise-B. Demora. ... 36 Ensign Demora Sulu.
DEMORA: It's a pleasure to meet you, 37sir. My father's told me some ...interesting stories about you.
KIRK: Your father is Hikaru 38Sulu?
DEMORA: Yes sir.
CHEKOV: Oh, you've met her before, when she was... 39
KIRK: It wasn't so long ago. ...It couldn't have been more than....
CHEKOV: Twelve years, sir. 40
KIRK: Twelve years?
CHEKOV: Absolutely. 41
KIRK: Incredible. Congratulations, Ensign. It wouldn't be the Enterprise 42 without a Sulu at the helm.
DEMORA: Thank you, sir.
CHEKOV: I'm sure Hikaru must be very proud of you.43
DEMORA (OC): I hope so.
CHEKOV: I was never that young.
KIRK: No, ... 44 you were younger!
SCOTT: Damn fine ship if you ask me.
KIRK: Scotty, ...it absolutely amazes me. 45
SCOTT: What would that be, sir? 46
KIRK: Sulu. When did he find the time to have family? 47
SCOTT: Well like you always say, if something's important, 48 you'll make the time.
(Kirk takes a second glance at the Captain's chair)

T: "Stop doing this to yourself Kirk." 49

SCOTT: Ah, so that's why you seem so restless. 50 Finding retirement a little lonely, are we?
KIRK: You know, I'm glad you're an engineer. With a tact like 51 that you'd make a lousy psychiatrist.
SCOTT: Ha, ha, ha...

T: "Hahaha." 52

HARRIMAN: Excuse me, gentlemen, ...if you'll take your seats.
KIRK: Yes, of course. 53
(Kirk gives the Captain's chair a nostalgic pat as he moves away)

T: "Kirk!" 53

HARRIMAN: Prepare to leave Spacedock. 54 Aft thrusters ahead one-quarter, port and starboard at station keeping. ...Captain Kirk, I'd be honoured if you'd give the order to get underway. 55
KIRK: Thank you very much. I...
HARRIMAN: Please, sir.
KIRK: No.
HARRIMAN: Please, I insist. 56
KIRK: Take us out.
(the crew breaks out into general applause)

*Todd claps too* 57

CHEKOV: Very good, sir.
SCOTT: Brought a tear to my eye. 58
KIRK: Oh, be quiet.
(as Kirk, Scott and Chekov return from their tour of the ship the journalists accost them again)
JOURNALIST #1: Gentlemen! 59 Gentlemen! 60Tell me. Now that you've seen the rest of the ship, How's it feel to be back? 61
KIRK/SCOTT/CHEKOV: Fine. Fine. Fine.
HARRIMAN: Ladies and gentlemen, we've just cleared the asteroid belt. 62 Our course today will take us out past Pluto and then back to Spacedock. Just a quick run around the block. 63
CONN OFFICER: Captain, will there be time to conduct any tests on the warp drive system?
COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER: We're picking up a distress call, Captain. 64
HARRIMAN: On... On speakers.
COMM VOICE: This is the transport ship Lakul. 65 We're caught in some kind of energy distortion. Two ships in our convoy. 66..We're trapped in a severe gravimetric distortion. We can't break free. 67 We need immediate help. It' tearing us apart. This is the trans...
SCIENCE OFFICER: The Lakul is one 68 of two ships transporting El-Aurian refugees to Earth.
HARRIMAN: Ensign Sulu, can you locate them? 69
DEMORA: The ships are bearing at three one zero mark two one five. 70 Distance, three light years.
HARRIMAN: Signal the closest starship. We're in no condition to mount a rescue. 71 ...We don't even have a full crew aboard.
DREW ARCHYLE: We're the only one in range, sir. 72
HARRIMAN: ...Well, then, ...I guess it's up to us. Helm, lay in an intercept course and engage at 73 maximum warp.

T: "Ugh, I feel sick."

DEMORA (OC): Aye sir.

*Todd looks around*

SCOTT: (to Kirk) Captain, is there something wrong with your chair?

*And puts the lollipop in front of Better Todd*

DEMORA: We're 74 75 76 78 79 80 81 82within 83 84 85 86 87 88 visual range 89 90 91 92 of the energy distortion, 93 94 95 96 97Captain. 98 99 100 101 102 103
HARRIMAN: On screen.

T: "Alright that's enough, don't want you throwing up."

*Todd takes the lollipop away from Better Todd and gives the dog a pat on the head. Todd begins to lick the lollipop again EW WHAT!?*

CHEKOV (OC): What the hell is that? 104
DEMORA: I've located the transport ships. 105...Their hulls are starting to buckle under the stress. 106...They won't survive much longer. 107
LIEUTENANT: We're encountering severe gravimetric distortions from the energy ribbon, 108 Captain.

*Todd smiles proud*

HARRIMAN: We'll have to keep our distance. We don't want to get pulled in too.

T: "One hundred and eight! Alright.

KIRK: Tractor beam! Tractor beam.

*108 licks, that's how many it takes. Todd sticks the lollipop in his mouth and continues to watch the movie. Fade to black I guess.*

]]> <![CDATA[Now You're Playing With Power!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20759 Sat, 25 Jul 2015 21:56:24 -0700 Game Girl]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20759

WORLD 9 - LEVEL 1

P R E V I O U S L Y . . .
Game Girl set off deep into the Cursed Woods with Game Boy, hoping to find a way out and finally reach Death Mountain. After a long walk the two come across a small cave with an old man with a long beard wearing purple robes and holding a staff with a glowing purple crystal on top. He stares at the couple, GG whispers to GB.

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"That the herbalist?"

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"Nooooooo? That looks like a warlock."

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"Ugh, just avoid him. Warlocks are creeps."

Game Girl looks ahead but Game Boy continues to stare at the crystal, the warlock speaks.

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"You two make a cute couple, I like your cool t-shirt sir."

GG is confused but avoids the warlock as her and GB continue to walk, GB smiles.

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"Thanks! I like your staff and beard!"

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"Thank you. You should totally come into my cave, we can hang out and talk about cool things."

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"Dude! I love talking about cool things!"

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"Game Boy?"

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"We can also play the newest popular video games on my Ultra awesome Warlock console, and also, I don't care if you smoke in here. I know parents don't like it but I think smoking is cool."

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"O M G! Those sound like things I totally want to do!"

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"You don't smoke! You don't even have parents."

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"Wow. Way to be a buzzkill dude."

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"Come on inside brah, I'll get some hot cocoa ready."

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"Sweet! I love hot cocoa!"

Game Girl grabs Game Boy's hand to stop him but GB breaks the hand holding and rushes towards the warlock and his cave. GG stand there puzzled.

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". . . The fCENSORED just happened?"

N O W . . .
Game Girl stands there for a moment and rolls her eyes, slowly walking to the entrance of the cave. Game Girl peeks her head into the mouth of the cave and sees Game Boy stone face slowly rotating over a fire, like some kind of rotisserie 16-bit chicken. Game Girl steps into the cave, shocked.

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"What the heck dude!"

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"I have no idea how this happened."

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"That was so quick too!? How does someone start a fire that quick!? What is happening!?"

The warlock enters from the side holding some spices in a burlap sack, he smiles politely at Game Girl who is still confused as all kinds of heck.

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"Oh, hey gurl."

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"That's Game Girl to you creep!"

Game Girl unsheathes her Warhammer, determination now stuck on her face.

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"What!? Since when?"

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"Since everyone thought you died and Gretchin started calling me Game Girl."

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"Aaawwwww you stole my name? Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame."

The warlock drops the sack of secret herbs and spices and lightning fills his hands as his friendly demeanor turns to a scowl as he fires bolts at GG's feet but she quickly leaps out of the way and rolls across the stone floor.

GAME GIRL

100%

WARLOCK

100%

"Paige! Let me loose I wanna fight!"

GB struggles in the ropes constricting him over the roaring fire, like a man stuck in a sleeping bag. Game Girl rushes the Warlock and takes a swing with her Warhammer but the magic man releases a black smoke that flows back a few feet where he reappears mumbling an incantation to himself as he moves his hands mystically. Game Girl prepares herself as she looks to the the struggling Game Boy, sweat dripping from his forehead.

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"Little busy here GB."

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"Fine. I'll just cook to perfection then >:|."

Game Boy pouts as he continues to rotate slowly and tries to fold his arms but you know, constraints and all. The Warlock throws his hands out theatrically and a beam of blue energy with electricity flowing through it shoots towards Game Girl; Paige swings her Warhammer deflecting the beam of energy to the side where it crumbles part of the cave wall, she steps to the side and rushes the Warlock, twirling her weapon in her hand before swinging it into the side of the Warlock's head. The foe is flung to the side and crashes against the wall, he slides to his side and rubs his head better.

GAME GIRL

100%

WARLOCK

50%

"OW! Totally uncool brah."

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"The only thing uncool around here is you creep."

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"And this fire, can't forget this roaring fire."

Paige raises her Warhammer high into the air and sends it down onto the cowering Warlock but the enemy vanishes leaving only his robe underneath the head of GG's Warhammer. She looks up stunned and her eyes dart around the cave as she puts her back against the wall.

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"Great, now he's naked."

Game Girl looks at Game Boy shocked in disgust. She holds her weapon close to her chest as she looks quickly back and forth. Suddenly there's a flash of light followed by purple smoke and the Warlock appears in the air-

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHahahahaha you can see his butt!!!"

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"Teeheehee butt. Wait!"

Game Girl has an epiphany as the Warlock in his undies draws near, with lightning speed she ducks under the legs of the Warlock and twirls around, swinging the Warhammer into the Warlock's lower back! The villain is crushed between the cave wall and GG's hammer and falls back to the ground, defeated but still conscious.

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"OOfph! My tushie!"

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"Hahahahaha!! You made him butthurt!"

Game Girl and Game Boy begin laughing uncontrollably as a faint YARR can be heard somewhere in the distance. The Warlock scowls and stands back to his feet, back to wearing his robe. Clothes spell, a very useful magic. He raises his hands conducting lighting from his fingertips as the pairs laughter dies down.

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"GRR! Foolish interlopers! You have tested my patience for the last time, now DIE!"

The Warlock roars in anger as the lightning grows, GG's face drops as Game Boy starts to look worried, he begins to struggle in his restraints again to shake loose. Game Girl throws a her right hand to the floor and closes her eyes as the Warlock begins to take aim, the cave floor cracks underneath the Warlock and a bright beam of energy consumes his body. The Warlock screams in agony as GG's Power Geyser surrounds his body and the wretched foe breaks to pieces within the move. The geyser vanishes and Paige breathes a sigh of relief. In silence she walks to Game Boy, whose eyes are wide open, and she begins to free him.

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"Aw, you have my powers too!? *Deep breath* LAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

Cut to GG and GB walking back down the path of the Cursed Woods.

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"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammee. . ."

GB pouts and GG looks at him, stone-faced.

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"Are you quite done?"

As the two begin to walk they see an

, the two stop and look at the creature who looks back and scurries away, dropping some gold coin held in his arms onto the road. The creature disappears into the overgrowth. The couple look at one another confused and walk to pick up the scattered gold, remember kids, it's not stealing if you find it on the ground or if it's a rare drop. As the two stuff their pockets, a sound draws closer to them, hooves hitting the dirt. The two stop picking up coins and look up, ready for a fight. A large brown stallion clops into view and peers at the two. Game Boy smiles at the horse as GG-

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"EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Ow. Makes a high pitch squeal, shaking her arms excitedly. Game Boy pulls a face and sticks his pinkie in his ear to soothe his burst ear drums. Something I wish I could do, but alas I am just a voice, a simple narrator.

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"A pony!(â—Â´Ï‰ï½€â—)"

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"What the heck dude! It's clearly a horse."

The horse comes a little closer to the pair and a saddle is clearly seen on the animal's back, along with a bedroll and bags. The horse goes down to chew on some grass as Game Girl bites her lip, her eyes wide.

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". . . Paige, it's just a horse."

Game Girl turns to GB, fire in her eyes. Metaphorically of course. GB shies away quickly pretending he never said a thing and Paige looks back at the horse.

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"It's not just a horse. It's a majestic creature and a wonderful companion. A friend for life! :D"

The horse comes closer, inspecting Game Girl and sniffing her hand. GG pulls the cutest face imaginable. Seriously, she looks adorable next to this horse, makes your heart skip a beat. GB sighs and smiles, proudly putting his hands on his hips.

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"Well, he seems to like you. Might as well name him."

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"Cloppers! (ï¾‰â—•ãƒ®â—•)ï¾‰"

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"I refuse to ride anything named Cloppers. He looks like an Aggro."

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"Aggro? . . . Yeah, that's cool I guess."

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"It's very cool. Not sure why that popped into my head though."

Aggro lifts his head proudly and stands next to the two, the couple smile at each other and hop on the horse, GG holds the reigns as GB reluctantly sits behind Paige and the two clip clop down the path.

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"With Aggro here we'll make it to Death Mountain in no time!"

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"Heck yeah! Nirva's sword here we come!"

But wait! There's more! Almost immediately after setting off down the path, Game Boy fell asleep. Passing through the dark woods a small blue orb sails through the trees and stops next to GG, who seems a little pleased to meet the orb bringing news from Earth.

HEY LISTEN! NEW MESSAGE FROM [ROBBIE BOURBON] WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY THE MESSAGE?

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"Go for it."

The orb floats next to GG as she moves along on Aggro and Robbie Bourbon's voice begins to play also projecting a small image.

Robbie Bourbon Said:Well, here I am

"There you are! Hey Robbie, pleasure to meet you projection to pixel."

Robbie Bourbon Said:You've been expecting me, haven't you? Is that another one of your gifts, or something you were just born with? Seeing the future sounds pretty dangerous, if you ask me.[/b]

"Pfft, I wish I could see the future. Imagine how simple it all could be? I could have saved Game Boy, he could still be the hero and I could go back to hiding in an abandoned shack and survive of the land... Why do I want that? Weird. Anyhoo, no I don't have precognition, I just know probability. Christopher beat you once before, any self respecting man wouldn't allow that to happen again. I'm not talking down on Mr. Isles at all by the way, the guy's good. But I'm saying a man like you wouldn't except defeat again, especially when there's something he wants on the line."

Robbie Bourbon Said:Well, you saw me coming, didn't you? And now there's no stopping me. Now that I think about it, that's not precognition. That's standing on the train tracks.

"Hmm. . . I sensed some sass there. . . Power of Trash Talk tooooooo 10%. That'll be fine for now. I guess you could say I'm standing on the train tracks, I guess I'm just looking at that train coming head on. But I'm not stuck. I'm not hoping for the train to hit me, it's very easy to avoid a train. I can just step off the tracks, happy I missed that train choo chooing towards defeat. Or, I could stop that train. Pretty gosh darn easily I can stop that train. There was another time when a train was coming right for me, and this was a bigger train. A HUGE train, carrying more weight than even yourself and I didn't flinch, I didn't run and I didn't feel fear. I derailed that big steam engine. What's the big deal about this other train I'm looking at right now?"

Robbie Bourbon Said:You don't confuse me. No ma'am. I've got you pegged.

"Lol. No you haven't, if you had me pegged you would have used a dragon metaphor instead of a train. Dragons are cooler than trains. Also dude, don't call me ma'am please, makes me feel old. Now you say you too have 'powers' but what are they exactly? Because from what I've seen so far, you have a mind for business, you're a good talker and you're a very talented individual in the ring. All talents, but not powers. Sorry. Maybe you haven't shown your true potential yet, I don't know. But what exactly are you waiting for Mr. Soda? ... Soda? ... Robbie Soda. Grr. ROBBIE SODA! What the heck, why can't I say Soda? Grr, never mind. I apologize Robbie. Where was I?"

"Oh right. What are you waiting for? I'm sorry for bringing this up but my interest is peaked, why couldn't you save your friends with your powers? Surely if you possessed abilities such as mine you could have done something. Game Boy brought down one of the biggest threats Narfinex has seen with his power, which is now my power. Heh. But yeah, I was just wondering about that."

Robbie Bourbon Said:You don't scare me, not at all. I mean, yeah, I've called you a monster in the past, but that's really from one monster to another.

"Don't call yourself that man, you're not a monster. You're human. I'm a character in some video game. When it comes down to it, we're more or less the same, not monsters, just people who make mistakes. I'm not an angel, I'm not a hero. I just try my best. I want to help. I NEED to help. It's my destiny. . . What happens if I fail? Robbie I've been wondering myself ever since I got these powers. But I won't fail, I will not allow myself to fail. I trust in my abilities and my friends do too, and I will stop any evil from entering your world. I will stop any evil from corrupting my world. As for any monsters finding the link from my world to yours, it's unlikely, but it can happen. Not gonna lie to you buddy. But nothing is going to get past me, I promise."

"The whole reason why I have this Intercontinental Title you want is to stop evil. In case you didn't know, I'm going to find Nirva's Sword. It will most likely be on a pressure plate, my hope is the title will be the same weight as the sword so I can swap the two and not set off every single trap in the dungeon. Which means the title may be left in Death Mountain for the reminder of time. Sorry."

Robbie Bourbon Said:No, not like Pixels. That's fiction, this is real.

Game Girl gives a look at you! The audience! For some reason.

Robbie Bourbon Said:They jump in sacks, play with a parachute and a giant ball

"A parachute? On a children's playground? Whaaaaaaaat?"

"But Robbie I understand what you're trying to say about how my world can cause HUGE problems for your world and the children that inhabit it. But, your world kinda sucks too. Pestilence, famine, disease, war, drugs, people who kill for no reason, illegal firearms being sold to children, pedophilia. I'm worried about what can come into my world too. You're worried about a giant monster destroying a city, you have armies for that. Advanced weaponry. Nuclear bombs. We have people in armor, swords and shields and some magic, we can manage I'm fairly sure you'll be fine. We don't have ebola here, I'm grateful for that and saddened it exists in your world. I am just as worried about something like that entering my world as you are of a monster entering yours. Only problem is, we will have no idea how to deal with a deadly disease. No magic for it, and anyone lucky enough to have extra lives would just keep getting it over and over again. I would rather deal with a monster, Robbie."

Robbie Bourbon Said:Only thing is, as sweet as being a champion might sound to me, it's real value and worth belongs to the people. Good people. Hard working people. Weary people. People tired of fear, of hatred, of pointless distractions, of movie stars getting into trouble. People who have to encounter assholes, and shitheads, and...

I don't know that she'd understand what those last two things are.

"No, I understood them. They're bad words, I can use them too kinda but they get censored. So, you're not doing this for yourself, instead you're doing this for the world? This reminds me of something else someone said. I can't remember who exactly, but more or less what he said was I deserve a win more because I'm a human being. Again Mr. Soda... Sorry... Again Robbie, this belt could save my world. Just because I'm 16 bit or whatever, I still have a life, I still have people I care about. I want to help them, this title can help everyone I know and the world I love."

Aggro slows his pace as Game Girl looks up at the trees and what she can see of the sky. It's much, much darker than it was before ans GG can barely see the path in front of her. She mumbles to herself.

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"I'm sorry Robbie but I need to set up camp. We'll talk again soon, I know you want to beat me up and steal my belt. But to be honest, I don't think you can and because of that you're not a threat. You want to play the hero while parading as the villain and it makes everything you say meaningless. So why should I bother even listening to you? Instead of saying what you think people want to hear, what you think will threaten me and break my will. Just say what you mean and make me believe you're worthy enough to take this title from me. Goodnight, and good luck.

WORLD 9 - LEVEL 1 COMPLETE!

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WORLD 9 - LEVEL 1

"That the herbalist?"

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"Nooooooo? That looks like a warlock."

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"Ugh, just avoid him. Warlocks are creeps."

Game Girl looks ahead but Game Boy continues to stare at the crystal, the warlock speaks.

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"You two make a cute couple, I like your cool t-shirt sir."

GG is confused but avoids the warlock as her and GB continue to walk, GB smiles.

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"Thanks! I like your staff and beard!"

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"Thank you. You should totally come into my cave, we can hang out and talk about cool things."

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"Dude! I love talking about cool things!"

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"Game Boy?"

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"O M G! Those sound like things I totally want to do!"

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"You don't smoke! You don't even have parents."

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"Wow. Way to be a buzzkill dude."

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"Come on inside brah, I'll get some hot cocoa ready."

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"Sweet! I love hot cocoa!"

Game Girl grabs Game Boy's hand to stop him but GB breaks the hand holding and rushes towards the warlock and his cave. GG stand there puzzled.

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"What the heck dude!"

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"I have no idea how this happened."

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"Oh, hey gurl."

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"That's Game Girl to you creep!"

Game Girl unsheathes her Warhammer, determination now stuck on her face.

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"What!? Since when?"

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"Since everyone thought you died and Gretchin started calling me Game Girl."

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WARLOCK

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"Little busy here GB."

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WARLOCK

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"OW! Totally uncool brah."

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"The only thing uncool around here is you creep."

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHahahahaha you can see his butt!!!"

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"OOfph! My tushie!"

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"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammee. . ."

GB pouts and GG looks at him, stone-faced.

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"Are you quite done?"

As the two begin to walk they see an

"A pony!(â—Â´Ï‰ï½€â—)"

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"Well, he seems to like you. Might as well name him."

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"Cloppers! (ï¾‰â—•ãƒ®â—•)ï¾‰"

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"I refuse to ride anything named Cloppers. He looks like an Aggro."

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"Aggro? . . . Yeah, that's cool I guess."

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"With Aggro here we'll make it to Death Mountain in no time!"

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"Heck yeah! Nirva's sword here we come!"

"Go for it."

The orb floats next to GG as she moves along on Aggro and Robbie Bourbon's voice begins to play also projecting a small image.

Robbie Bourbon Said:Well, here I am

"There you are! Hey Robbie, pleasure to meet you projection to pixel."

Robbie Bourbon Said:You've been expecting me, haven't you? Is that another one of your gifts, or something you were just born with? Seeing the future sounds pretty dangerous, if you ask me.[/b]

Robbie Bourbon Said:Well, you saw me coming, didn't you? And now there's no stopping me. Now that I think about it, that's not precognition. That's standing on the train tracks.

Robbie Bourbon Said:You don't confuse me. No ma'am. I've got you pegged.

Robbie Bourbon Said:You don't scare me, not at all. I mean, yeah, I've called you a monster in the past, but that's really from one monster to another.

Robbie Bourbon Said:No, not like Pixels. That's fiction, this is real.

Game Girl gives a look at you! The audience! For some reason.

Robbie Bourbon Said:They jump in sacks, play with a parachute and a giant ball

Robbie Bourbon Said:Only thing is, as sweet as being a champion might sound to me, it's real value and worth belongs to the people. Good people. Hard working people. Weary people. People tired of fear, of hatred, of pointless distractions, of movie stars getting into trouble. People who have to encounter assholes, and shitheads, and...

I don't know that she'd understand what those last two things are.

WORLD 9 - LEVEL 1 COMPLETE!

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