<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Relentless Day 2]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Sat, 09 May 2026 22:12:39 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Gold Showers]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=21007 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 23:29:35 -0700 Glisten]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=21007
Clouds are slowly moving past the moon late in the evening. Glisten is out laying on some grass out in the middle of nowhere. An owl is heard close by, but for most the part its a silent night.


"You disappoint me, King Slayer. You talk with such intelligence but the only thing that comes out of you is pure bullshit. That's okay, though, because I can and do work with whatever is handed to me. Unique is being the only one of its kind or unlike anything else. Since those you mentioned are part of the same kind, and we're all human beings, then I guess we have to look at each is unlike anything else. Is that true, darling King Slayer? No. Not even close. You present yourself as this hard warrior and prepared for battle, but you are so weak. You and LJ are so similar in that you like to talk about the past so much when you're in the present. You are far from being unique. Let's push aside all this definition talk and say you're right. We're all unique, but then you say I'm not original and I'm just like other guys. So, big boy, are we all unique or are we not? It seems like you just are all confused about what to believe. That's okay, Mister Davids. Many people get confused and are not sure what to do with the knowledge presented to them, but I can help. I can help you release all that tension. I can fill you up with the right stuff to help you. I am sad that you think everything I'm saying is just mind games and playing tricks with my opponents. Why would I lie to you? Why would I play games with your mind? What you hear is who I am. There's no mind playing, just a passion to help ease the build up you might have. And I hope you do put me down. I hope you climb on top of me and hold my arms down to the mat, look into my eyes, and let out a strong war cry. It gives me chills just thinking about it.


You want to know what I've accomplished? I guess you mean specifically in the XWF. I've had one match and I won it, so I accomplished a win. You've been here how long, and make claims such as, a two time Xtreme Champion, a former television champion, a former briefcase holder, a two time Lethal Lottery finalist, a former kick of the mountain, I think you mean king, and a former Universal Champion. You seem to be a former in everything. You once held gold around your waste, but now you don't. Do you see what I mean, cupcake? Dwelling on the past while the present is right here. But gold doesn't interest you, right? Is that why you wanted to tell me all about your accomplishments, or are you wanting to impress me so I'll come visit you at home?


I look forward to you teaching me a lesson. Make it unique and I'll shower you with gold.


LJ and Steve, I hope you two have talked together and prepared a good plan for Drew and I. As much as you both like focusing on the past and other people, you may get along well. You're definitely on the same path of being known as a hasbeen or loser, but that's alright. I'll be here for both of you. I'll let you get out all your frustrations on me and we can all have one big relentless evening."

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Clouds are slowly moving past the moon late in the evening. Glisten is out laying on some grass out in the middle of nowhere. An owl is heard close by, but for most the part its a silent night.


"You disappoint me, King Slayer. You talk with such intelligence but the only thing that comes out of you is pure bullshit. That's okay, though, because I can and do work with whatever is handed to me. Unique is being the only one of its kind or unlike anything else. Since those you mentioned are part of the same kind, and we're all human beings, then I guess we have to look at each is unlike anything else. Is that true, darling King Slayer? No. Not even close. You present yourself as this hard warrior and prepared for battle, but you are so weak. You and LJ are so similar in that you like to talk about the past so much when you're in the present. You are far from being unique. Let's push aside all this definition talk and say you're right. We're all unique, but then you say I'm not original and I'm just like other guys. So, big boy, are we all unique or are we not? It seems like you just are all confused about what to believe. That's okay, Mister Davids. Many people get confused and are not sure what to do with the knowledge presented to them, but I can help. I can help you release all that tension. I can fill you up with the right stuff to help you. I am sad that you think everything I'm saying is just mind games and playing tricks with my opponents. Why would I lie to you? Why would I play games with your mind? What you hear is who I am. There's no mind playing, just a passion to help ease the build up you might have. And I hope you do put me down. I hope you climb on top of me and hold my arms down to the mat, look into my eyes, and let out a strong war cry. It gives me chills just thinking about it.


You want to know what I've accomplished? I guess you mean specifically in the XWF. I've had one match and I won it, so I accomplished a win. You've been here how long, and make claims such as, a two time Xtreme Champion, a former television champion, a former briefcase holder, a two time Lethal Lottery finalist, a former kick of the mountain, I think you mean king, and a former Universal Champion. You seem to be a former in everything. You once held gold around your waste, but now you don't. Do you see what I mean, cupcake? Dwelling on the past while the present is right here. But gold doesn't interest you, right? Is that why you wanted to tell me all about your accomplishments, or are you wanting to impress me so I'll come visit you at home?


I look forward to you teaching me a lesson. Make it unique and I'll shower you with gold.


LJ and Steve, I hope you two have talked together and prepared a good plan for Drew and I. As much as you both like focusing on the past and other people, you may get along well. You're definitely on the same path of being known as a hasbeen or loser, but that's alright. I'll be here for both of you. I'll let you get out all your frustrations on me and we can all have one big relentless evening."

]]> <![CDATA[Game Over, Fontanna]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=21006 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 23:10:52 -0700 Thunderbolt Lying Asshole]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=21006
Thunderbolt X- "What is going on, XWF Universe, it's your boy, Thunderbolt X" "I am here, once again, to respond to what Fontanna said in his second promo"

Thunderbolt pulls out his phone and enters the XWF Promo app. He clicks on Fontanna's second promo.

Thunderbolt X- "I have compiled 10 statements that I will respond to, so let's get started"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: Where are you ThunderCunt?)

Thunderbolt X pauses the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "First of all, my name is THUNDERBOLT X and secondly, I am right here, in this room, recording this promo"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: All those big word's you've been spouting off backstage, and now that you have a public platform to prove me wrong, your no where to fucking be!)

Thunderbolt X stops the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "Dude, for this past week I have been in the gym and the XWF Performing Center, training and preparing for our match" "So, I'm sorry I actually give a fuck about our match"

Thunderbolt X plays the next statement on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: That's ok Mr. X because by the end of the week you will have no where to run)

Thunderbolt X pauses the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "Good, cause I ain't running nowhere" "If anything, you will be the one running"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.
(What Fontanna said: If I ran around this place telling everybody that I would never give up, I wouldn't show my face either! You're about to be exposed for the phoney you are and now you have cold feet)

Thunderbolt X presses pause on his phone.

Thunderbolt X- "How the fuck am l, a phoney?" "I live my life by never giving up and never surrendering, okay?" "And the only thing I am going to be exposed as, is a winner" "Oh and by the way, my feet are quite warm, actually"

Thunderbolt presses the play button.

(What Fontanna said: You come out here and chant your catchphrases, and the people fucking love you)

Thunderbolt X stops the segment.

Thunderbolt X- "You wanna know why I am loved by the fans?" "It's because I represent them and I also respect and listen to them" "You are here for money, while I am here to entertain the fans and do my job" "I'm here to put XWF on the map, while you give fuck all"

Thunderbolt X presses the play button.

(What Fontanna said: I have to beat you ThunderBolt. I have to rid this company of you and you phoney lifestyle)

Thunderbolt X presses the pause button.

Thunderbolt X- "You don't have to do anything, and you won't" "Just to recap, all the added stipulations will only occur, if I say I Quit" "And we both know, that isn't happening"

Thunderbolt X chuckles and then presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: You see Jacob I know who you really are. I can see the deepest, blackest, part's of your heart!)

Thunderbolt presses the stop button.

Thunderbolt X- "That empty, dark, black place is reserved for you, Fontanna" "And you say you know me?" "I say prove it, bitch"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: Jake this is the part where I would say "This isn't personal, it's only business" but that would be a lie)

Thunderbolt X presses the pause button.

Thunderbolt X- "I can say the same thing" "This is personal, because you made it to be"

Thunderbolt X presses the play button, starting the next segment.

(What Fontanna said: This is very personal)

Thunderbolt pauses the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "Like I said before, you made this match personal" "And believe me, it will be your undoing"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: I say no more! This match will be the biggest test for you yet! I will do things to you that you wouldn't think humanly possible. Let's see if can survive...my money is on no!)

Thunderbolt X presses the pause button.

Thunderbolt X- "Okay, firstly, I will past this test with flying colours, while you will be lying on the mat, proven to be a failure, in a pool of your own blood" "Secondly, I am ready for anything you plan" "The question that should have been asked was, Can Fontanna take the punishment that he is going to recieve?" "My money is on, no!" "Speaking of which, you owe me money, cause you just lost the bet" "I can survive anything you throw at me"

Thunderbolt X exits the XWF app and then locks his phone and puts it in his pocket.

Thunderbolt X- "Well I hope you are ready Fontanna, cause only one of us will have a one way ticket to hell" "My final words?" "Run, while you still can" "And beware, Fontanna, cause an Extreme Thunderstorm is brewing, and it is about to hit!"

Thunderbolt X superkicks the camera, and it turns off while the scene fades to the Fontanna vs Thunderbolt X match up card.]]>
Thunderbolt X- "What is going on, XWF Universe, it's your boy, Thunderbolt X" "I am here, once again, to respond to what Fontanna said in his second promo"

Thunderbolt pulls out his phone and enters the XWF Promo app. He clicks on Fontanna's second promo.

Thunderbolt X- "I have compiled 10 statements that I will respond to, so let's get started"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: Where are you ThunderCunt?)

Thunderbolt X pauses the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "First of all, my name is THUNDERBOLT X and secondly, I am right here, in this room, recording this promo"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: All those big word's you've been spouting off backstage, and now that you have a public platform to prove me wrong, your no where to fucking be!)

Thunderbolt X stops the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "Dude, for this past week I have been in the gym and the XWF Performing Center, training and preparing for our match" "So, I'm sorry I actually give a fuck about our match"

Thunderbolt X plays the next statement on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: That's ok Mr. X because by the end of the week you will have no where to run)

Thunderbolt X pauses the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "Good, cause I ain't running nowhere" "If anything, you will be the one running"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.
(What Fontanna said: If I ran around this place telling everybody that I would never give up, I wouldn't show my face either! You're about to be exposed for the phoney you are and now you have cold feet)

Thunderbolt X presses pause on his phone.

Thunderbolt X- "How the fuck am l, a phoney?" "I live my life by never giving up and never surrendering, okay?" "And the only thing I am going to be exposed as, is a winner" "Oh and by the way, my feet are quite warm, actually"

Thunderbolt presses the play button.

(What Fontanna said: You come out here and chant your catchphrases, and the people fucking love you)

Thunderbolt X stops the segment.

Thunderbolt X- "You wanna know why I am loved by the fans?" "It's because I represent them and I also respect and listen to them" "You are here for money, while I am here to entertain the fans and do my job" "I'm here to put XWF on the map, while you give fuck all"

Thunderbolt X presses the play button.

(What Fontanna said: I have to beat you ThunderBolt. I have to rid this company of you and you phoney lifestyle)

Thunderbolt X presses the pause button.

Thunderbolt X- "You don't have to do anything, and you won't" "Just to recap, all the added stipulations will only occur, if I say I Quit" "And we both know, that isn't happening"

Thunderbolt X chuckles and then presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: You see Jacob I know who you really are. I can see the deepest, blackest, part's of your heart!)

Thunderbolt presses the stop button.

Thunderbolt X- "That empty, dark, black place is reserved for you, Fontanna" "And you say you know me?" "I say prove it, bitch"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: Jake this is the part where I would say "This isn't personal, it's only business" but that would be a lie)

Thunderbolt X presses the pause button.

Thunderbolt X- "I can say the same thing" "This is personal, because you made it to be"

Thunderbolt X presses the play button, starting the next segment.

(What Fontanna said: This is very personal)

Thunderbolt pauses the statement.

Thunderbolt X- "Like I said before, you made this match personal" "And believe me, it will be your undoing"

Thunderbolt X presses play on his phone.

(What Fontanna said: I say no more! This match will be the biggest test for you yet! I will do things to you that you wouldn't think humanly possible. Let's see if can survive...my money is on no!)

Thunderbolt X presses the pause button.

Thunderbolt X- "Okay, firstly, I will past this test with flying colours, while you will be lying on the mat, proven to be a failure, in a pool of your own blood" "Secondly, I am ready for anything you plan" "The question that should have been asked was, Can Fontanna take the punishment that he is going to recieve?" "My money is on, no!" "Speaking of which, you owe me money, cause you just lost the bet" "I can survive anything you throw at me"

Thunderbolt X exits the XWF app and then locks his phone and puts it in his pocket.

Thunderbolt X- "Well I hope you are ready Fontanna, cause only one of us will have a one way ticket to hell" "My final words?" "Run, while you still can" "And beware, Fontanna, cause an Extreme Thunderstorm is brewing, and it is about to hit!"

Thunderbolt X superkicks the camera, and it turns off while the scene fades to the Fontanna vs Thunderbolt X match up card.]]> <![CDATA[Nightmare (only rp/rp#1 for tag title n1c)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=21001 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 21:34:47 -0700 The Reverend Tholomew Plague]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=21001

Waking up can be a real bitch sometimes, I don't even know why, maybe it's my lack of decent sleep, maybe it's the never ending bullshit that my mind puts me through. Either way one thing is for certain, I am at a point where I find myself not wanting to sleep anymore. That fucking nightmare, always comes at night, never goes away. Every night it is sure to appear.

Allow me to clarify, this one dream, I am being forced under water by some unknown figure, and no matter how much I struggle I can never escape. It doesn't make sense, well it does to me anyways because I lived through this exact moment 21 years ago, but if I was to tell anyone who knew me personally I would get slapped into a mental hospital so fast, they wouldn't believe me.

Wait, why am I talking to myself.

Stop

just think, ok. I get up and stretch for some unknown reason, maybe it's subconscious at this point. I go over to my closet and open it.

There sits the flag I fear I may never use, the pansexual pride flag sitting there folded up, I don't think I'll ever be able to tell anyone that I am not heterosexual, especially not now. Besides I have a girlfriend right now anyways so who gives a rats ass right?


I walk into the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet to find a half drank bottle of vodka and a bottle of anti-depressants.

Damn blood sucking pills,

despite my absolute resent towards these damn things the psychologist is right, I was in bad shape before and I do need them.

I take a couple and then look at the bottle, when I did I drink half of the damn thing anyways?

Whatever, my life at the moment means shit to anyone anyways

have these fuckers not kicked in yet, I can't tell anymore.

I drink the rest of the bottle and throw the thing in the trash, I take a quick shower, it feels nice to know that one of the only things in this world that keeps me from having stress overload is the feeling of hot water running down my back.

Damn it feels good to be warm, especially when I am usually so fucking numb.

After a half-an-hour, has it been 30 minutes, who the fuck cares, I turn the water off and head to the sink and pick up my clothes, typical casual clothing shit that my girlfriend bought to keep me from looking like a fucking emo all the damn time, what is it now two years.

I put the clothes on and brush my teeth quick before proceeding downstairs, I can't find Ashley, she must be at work still, I asked her not to take the graveyard shift at her job, it's still 2 in the morning.

Fucking insomnia. I go to the living room and...

God damn it!

How is he still up, I am finding it so difficult to control myself around him and the one thing keeping me at bay is the knowledge that I would destroy Ashley's mental stability doing that and she has been so good to me, I can't do this to her.

Trevor, my friend since fucking first grade, sitting on the God damn couch watching sports center.

I feel like I should say something but instead head over to the fridge and chug down the carton of orange juice.




Trouble sleeping?


Uh...yeah, it's becoming a pain in the ass.



You know they have pills for that right? Come on man I think you need them.


Yeah right, one medication is enough, I don't need to start mixing shit alright, besides I can't stand the feeling of being controlled by some medication, it sucks, the feeling that what I'm thinking and saying isn't really what I am thinking and wanting to say. That get's irritating after awhile you know, and before you say it, I know, I am aware that it is suppose to help you and it does believe me, but I just can't shake that thought that when I'm on it I'm not really me you know?


That's, uh, rational I guess. At least you are willing to admit something is wrong, that right there is more that most people in your situation would say. Look, you get back to sleep, and I'll make sure everything is alright, that sound good?


I can't really tell how long I am out, but surprisingly, knowing that someone was there with me, especially someone I cared so much for, it gave me comfort in that feeling and had a good nights rest.


When I woke up it was 8 a.m. and nobody was here,

Ashley must still be out I guess, maybe she is hanging with some of her friends from work, despite my aching want to stay home I get up and decide to walk to the local bar, the alcohol takes away the headaches early in the morning, I don't drink it any other time unless I am in desperate need for sleep, I walk down the outdoor deck and begin walking the streets of Pittsburgh, living in the city was my idea it was my hometown as a kid and I just felt an aching desire to stay here, besides the bar is only a couple blocks from my house. So I continue to walk instead of take the car, out of the crowd I notice someone oddly familiar, I look closer and realize it is one of the new rookies that came into to sign his contract with xwf the same day I did, what was his name again, Drew, Drew Archyle, what is he doing here in Pittsburgh, you can't tell me he is site seeing because other then the Steeler's football stadium there isn't much here to see that would be tourist worthy. Maybe he has a second job here? I don't know, I walk past him and he doesn't seem to notice so I don't seem to care either. I'm at the entrance of the bar and walk into to find....


OH NO! Not him, I thought he was gone, this prick, the vain of my existence, I could've swore he left last time I heard from him. I hate him, he makes my blood boil every time I see him, mainly because I don't know which side of him I am going to get anymore, it's insane.

Maybe he won't see me, maybe I'm good, ok just act natural. Nobody here that you're familiar with, just coming in and having a drink, nothing else, no need for blood to splatters these walls when the bartender has been so kind to you right? Just act....



Hello there Jimmy....]]>

Waking up can be a real bitch sometimes, I don't even know why, maybe it's my lack of decent sleep, maybe it's the never ending bullshit that my mind puts me through. Either way one thing is for certain, I am at a point where I find myself not wanting to sleep anymore. That fucking nightmare, always comes at night, never goes away. Every night it is sure to appear.

Allow me to clarify, this one dream, I am being forced under water by some unknown figure, and no matter how much I struggle I can never escape. It doesn't make sense, well it does to me anyways because I lived through this exact moment 21 years ago, but if I was to tell anyone who knew me personally I would get slapped into a mental hospital so fast, they wouldn't believe me.

Wait, why am I talking to myself.

Stop

just think, ok. I get up and stretch for some unknown reason, maybe it's subconscious at this point. I go over to my closet and open it.

There sits the flag I fear I may never use, the pansexual pride flag sitting there folded up, I don't think I'll ever be able to tell anyone that I am not heterosexual, especially not now. Besides I have a girlfriend right now anyways so who gives a rats ass right?


I walk into the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet to find a half drank bottle of vodka and a bottle of anti-depressants.

Damn blood sucking pills,

despite my absolute resent towards these damn things the psychologist is right, I was in bad shape before and I do need them.

I take a couple and then look at the bottle, when I did I drink half of the damn thing anyways?

Whatever, my life at the moment means shit to anyone anyways

have these fuckers not kicked in yet, I can't tell anymore.

I drink the rest of the bottle and throw the thing in the trash, I take a quick shower, it feels nice to know that one of the only things in this world that keeps me from having stress overload is the feeling of hot water running down my back.

Damn it feels good to be warm, especially when I am usually so fucking numb.

After a half-an-hour, has it been 30 minutes, who the fuck cares, I turn the water off and head to the sink and pick up my clothes, typical casual clothing shit that my girlfriend bought to keep me from looking like a fucking emo all the damn time, what is it now two years.

I put the clothes on and brush my teeth quick before proceeding downstairs, I can't find Ashley, she must be at work still, I asked her not to take the graveyard shift at her job, it's still 2 in the morning.

Fucking insomnia. I go to the living room and...

God damn it!

How is he still up, I am finding it so difficult to control myself around him and the one thing keeping me at bay is the knowledge that I would destroy Ashley's mental stability doing that and she has been so good to me, I can't do this to her.

Trevor, my friend since fucking first grade, sitting on the God damn couch watching sports center.

I feel like I should say something but instead head over to the fridge and chug down the carton of orange juice.




Trouble sleeping?


Uh...yeah, it's becoming a pain in the ass.



You know they have pills for that right? Come on man I think you need them.


Yeah right, one medication is enough, I don't need to start mixing shit alright, besides I can't stand the feeling of being controlled by some medication, it sucks, the feeling that what I'm thinking and saying isn't really what I am thinking and wanting to say. That get's irritating after awhile you know, and before you say it, I know, I am aware that it is suppose to help you and it does believe me, but I just can't shake that thought that when I'm on it I'm not really me you know?


That's, uh, rational I guess. At least you are willing to admit something is wrong, that right there is more that most people in your situation would say. Look, you get back to sleep, and I'll make sure everything is alright, that sound good?


I can't really tell how long I am out, but surprisingly, knowing that someone was there with me, especially someone I cared so much for, it gave me comfort in that feeling and had a good nights rest.


When I woke up it was 8 a.m. and nobody was here,

Ashley must still be out I guess, maybe she is hanging with some of her friends from work, despite my aching want to stay home I get up and decide to walk to the local bar, the alcohol takes away the headaches early in the morning, I don't drink it any other time unless I am in desperate need for sleep, I walk down the outdoor deck and begin walking the streets of Pittsburgh, living in the city was my idea it was my hometown as a kid and I just felt an aching desire to stay here, besides the bar is only a couple blocks from my house. So I continue to walk instead of take the car, out of the crowd I notice someone oddly familiar, I look closer and realize it is one of the new rookies that came into to sign his contract with xwf the same day I did, what was his name again, Drew, Drew Archyle, what is he doing here in Pittsburgh, you can't tell me he is site seeing because other then the Steeler's football stadium there isn't much here to see that would be tourist worthy. Maybe he has a second job here? I don't know, I walk past him and he doesn't seem to notice so I don't seem to care either. I'm at the entrance of the bar and walk into to find....


OH NO! Not him, I thought he was gone, this prick, the vain of my existence, I could've swore he left last time I heard from him. I hate him, he makes my blood boil every time I see him, mainly because I don't know which side of him I am going to get anymore, it's insane.

Maybe he won't see me, maybe I'm good, ok just act natural. Nobody here that you're familiar with, just coming in and having a drink, nothing else, no need for blood to splatters these walls when the bartender has been so kind to you right? Just act....



Hello there Jimmy....]]> <![CDATA[The more things change...]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20985 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 20:55:42 -0700 Drew Archyle]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20985
About 30 seconds into the song and with all the fans fixated on the entrance The Manager waddles his way out followed by Drew Archyle. Arychle is wearing his typical black t-shirt with gray DA logo on it. (Coming soon to the official XWF Xbux shop.) And The Manager as always is wearing a suit and tie. The two walk down to the ring, Archyle slapping hands with some fans on the way. He even stops for a second to kiss a baby like he were the Pope or something. The two men casually get into the ring with The Manager reaching out to accept a microphone that is being given to him by the ring announcer.

Hello fans of the XWF Universe and welcome to Relentless. Are you all excited for tonight's card?"

The fans react with overwhelming applause which The Manager soaks in for a few seconds before he begins to speak again.

"Excellent. Most excellent. Unfortunately you will not have the luxury of watching my client compete in front of all of you. You should have had that opportunity. By all rights Drew Archyle should be your reigning and defending Hart Champion but XWF Management robbed you of that opportunity. So instead you will have to settle for some bottom of the barrel talent. I'm sorry about that. I am sorry that you all won't get the chance to see Drew in action. Fortunately though your loss is Chicago's gain. How fitting that my client's first Pay Per View match will occur in front of his hometown fans? The hour is drawing nigh for Steve Davids and LJ Havok. I hope you are ready.

Now Mr. Davids I saw one of your recent promos and the things you had to say about me. First I want to thank you. I want to thank you for taking the time to address and talk down to someone who is not even part of the match. Every single second you spent talking about me is a second wasted. So thank you Steve Davids. Thank you for wasting your time on the mundane. Now before I get into responding to what I can only assume you considered to be a good promo I need to tell you that..."

Archyle yanks the microphone out of The Manager's hand and starts talking.

"Steve Davids let me ask you something. Does it make you feel good to talk down to a man who stands at a pubic hair above 4 feet tall? Does it make you feel big and strong? Does it make you feel special to talk shit to a manager? You think because he addresses you that you should in turn address him? Let me ask you something Steve, when your former Heyman Alliance member Brock Lesnar has matches do people talk about what Paul Heyman said? Or do they talk about Brock Lesnar? You might not know the answer to this because you've been napping in a coffin for a while but the answer is no. People, people who know what they are doing, they spend their time addressing their opponents, if they decide to address anyone at all. But not Steve Davids and apparently not LJ Havok either. But I'll get to that hack in a minute. For the moment let's focus on you Steve, the self anointed, self important "Psycho Sensation".

Steve I really enjoyed the little catch me up session of your first promo. It was a lot of fun watching you relieve your greatest failure. I don't know about you but me, if I was facing the best friend of a guy who I just screwed out of a title I probably would have tried a little harder to protect myself from what was inevitably coming my way. Especially since you had an entire fucking stable of guys like Brock Lesnar and Tommy Gunn to fall back on. But you didn't do that and as a result your time as the Universal Champion was as forgettable as every promo you've ever cut.

Speaking of cut, before your new friend Ambrose cut you out of that casket did you try lifting the lid? I saw in your promo you were swinging your arms around like a wild man trying to break through the sides but did it ever occur to you to just liftt up the lid? I didn't see any of the guys that put you into the coffin actually nail it shut. You know what else I found humerous? That instead of focusing your efforts on the area that was already compromised, the area with the hole in it, instead you decided to try and break through the wood elsewhere. Come on Steve, casket escaping 101 says always try to open the lid first and when that fails attack the weakest area. Really that last part can be applied to everything in life. Attack the weakness. Your weakness? Thinking that because you sniffed the air at the top of the mountain that you are anything other than cannon fodder for the real talent. You know, people like me.

My manager said from the onset that in this match LJ Havok was the forgotten man and to further expound on that point you actually spent time in your promo taking a giant sized shit all over your own partner. My Manager was kind enough to call LJ Havok a legend. Yes, we can all agree that he was being nice. That he was overstating things a little bit. Maybe he wanted to build LJ's confidence up so that his inevitable failure would be that much better. Or maybe he just had a momentary lapse in memory. Either way the simple fact that you took time to verbally destroy your own partner tells me all I need to know about the kind of opponents you guys are going to be. Are Mr. Glitter and I best friends? No. I can't even say we are friends but for the moment we are a team and as my partner I will do what I need to to ensure victory. You know what I won't do? Call my own partner out. Who are you? Vinnie Lane?

Now Steve as for your proclivities for BBW's, well all I can really say there is that someone has to be the one to put it to them. If your only excuse is that you don't want to really try well that tells me a lot about you. And please, don't tell us about your sexploits. If I wanted that I'd have my manager set up a match against Peter Gilmour. Get me? I have to say Steve I was really looking forward to knocking off a legend at my first Pay Per View and rest assured I am still going to do that but as my partner Glisten pointed out at the beginning of the week, this has all been one big disappointment for me. I expected more from you Steve.

Unfortunately I didn't have those same expectations for your partner and for good reason. As much as he sucks in the ring he is even worse on the mic. Fortunately for him the XWF is about wrestling, not talking. Unfortunately for him I am infinitely better at both of those things than he is. One of them he will experience tomorrow night, the other I will give him a taste of now since he seems unimpressed with what I've had to say so far.

LJ man I gotta ask, why do you care if I have a cameraman following me around? You do. Everyone in the fed does. I guess I could wear one of those stupid helmet cams and shot all my stuff that way, all Blair Witch style but who the hell wants to see that? The answer is no one. So yes I have a cameraman follow me around, regardless of whether I look trustworthy or not. And what does that even mean? "He doesn't look trustworthy?" Do I have the word "untrustworthy" written on my forehead? Is it my hair or my smile? Do those frighten you or something? Seriously, how does someone look untrustworthy? I get someone looking stupid or unkempt or ugly but untrustworthy? Come on now. You are trying so hard to make me look stupid and in the end you look like the dumbest guy here. And this is a federation that has an actual Self Proclaimed Champion. That guy wears his mental inefficiencies as a badge of honor and he looks a hundred times smarter than you do. Bravo.

Unfortunately your bout with stupidity doesn't end there. In your most recent promo you said I had a big mouth and that I like to run my mouth a lot yet in one of your earlier promos you came at me for having my manager speak for me. Even going so far as to suggest that I was afraid to speak for myself. So which one is it LJ? Which one offends you more? Is it that from time to time I let my manager do some of the talking, you know, so he can earn his paycheck or is it that when I cut promos I rip people to pieces?

I gotta say though, I really appreciate your attempts at revisionist history but no LJ you did not beat Luca Arzegotti to win the European title as you claim. Your friends in the Extreme Revolution beat down Luca, allowing you to score a pinfall but the match was restarted and it was Luca who scored the final pinfall, the only one that matters, the ONLY one history recognizes. That's why your name isn't listed as a former European Champion LJ. So your European Title Reign much like your entire career as a wrestler in the XWF is forgettable at best.

Before I leave you to your thoughts of old ghosts I do want to say one last thing to you LJ and that is this. I'm really happy that you miss the days of people being able to back up what they say with their actions in the ring. In fact, I am so happy about it that I am going to give you exactly what you crave so much. No, not a dick in the ear pervboy. I'm going to back up each and every single thing I said this week. When the final bell sounds LJ it won't be me or Mr. Sparkles, hell it won't even be your partner taking the pin. It will be you and ole Drew Archyle the guy with the overdone badass schtick, he'll be the one pinning you.

Count on it."

Drew drops the microphone and immediately rolls out of the ring not even waiting for his manager to follow him out. By the time The Manager does finally exit the ring Archyle is halfway up the ramp as the crowd delivers it's mixed reaction.]]>
About 30 seconds into the song and with all the fans fixated on the entrance The Manager waddles his way out followed by Drew Archyle. Arychle is wearing his typical black t-shirt with gray DA logo on it. (Coming soon to the official XWF Xbux shop.) And The Manager as always is wearing a suit and tie. The two walk down to the ring, Archyle slapping hands with some fans on the way. He even stops for a second to kiss a baby like he were the Pope or something. The two men casually get into the ring with The Manager reaching out to accept a microphone that is being given to him by the ring announcer.

Hello fans of the XWF Universe and welcome to Relentless. Are you all excited for tonight's card?"

The fans react with overwhelming applause which The Manager soaks in for a few seconds before he begins to speak again.

"Excellent. Most excellent. Unfortunately you will not have the luxury of watching my client compete in front of all of you. You should have had that opportunity. By all rights Drew Archyle should be your reigning and defending Hart Champion but XWF Management robbed you of that opportunity. So instead you will have to settle for some bottom of the barrel talent. I'm sorry about that. I am sorry that you all won't get the chance to see Drew in action. Fortunately though your loss is Chicago's gain. How fitting that my client's first Pay Per View match will occur in front of his hometown fans? The hour is drawing nigh for Steve Davids and LJ Havok. I hope you are ready.

Now Mr. Davids I saw one of your recent promos and the things you had to say about me. First I want to thank you. I want to thank you for taking the time to address and talk down to someone who is not even part of the match. Every single second you spent talking about me is a second wasted. So thank you Steve Davids. Thank you for wasting your time on the mundane. Now before I get into responding to what I can only assume you considered to be a good promo I need to tell you that..."

Archyle yanks the microphone out of The Manager's hand and starts talking.

"Steve Davids let me ask you something. Does it make you feel good to talk down to a man who stands at a pubic hair above 4 feet tall? Does it make you feel big and strong? Does it make you feel special to talk shit to a manager? You think because he addresses you that you should in turn address him? Let me ask you something Steve, when your former Heyman Alliance member Brock Lesnar has matches do people talk about what Paul Heyman said? Or do they talk about Brock Lesnar? You might not know the answer to this because you've been napping in a coffin for a while but the answer is no. People, people who know what they are doing, they spend their time addressing their opponents, if they decide to address anyone at all. But not Steve Davids and apparently not LJ Havok either. But I'll get to that hack in a minute. For the moment let's focus on you Steve, the self anointed, self important "Psycho Sensation".

Steve I really enjoyed the little catch me up session of your first promo. It was a lot of fun watching you relieve your greatest failure. I don't know about you but me, if I was facing the best friend of a guy who I just screwed out of a title I probably would have tried a little harder to protect myself from what was inevitably coming my way. Especially since you had an entire fucking stable of guys like Brock Lesnar and Tommy Gunn to fall back on. But you didn't do that and as a result your time as the Universal Champion was as forgettable as every promo you've ever cut.

Speaking of cut, before your new friend Ambrose cut you out of that casket did you try lifting the lid? I saw in your promo you were swinging your arms around like a wild man trying to break through the sides but did it ever occur to you to just liftt up the lid? I didn't see any of the guys that put you into the coffin actually nail it shut. You know what else I found humerous? That instead of focusing your efforts on the area that was already compromised, the area with the hole in it, instead you decided to try and break through the wood elsewhere. Come on Steve, casket escaping 101 says always try to open the lid first and when that fails attack the weakest area. Really that last part can be applied to everything in life. Attack the weakness. Your weakness? Thinking that because you sniffed the air at the top of the mountain that you are anything other than cannon fodder for the real talent. You know, people like me.

My manager said from the onset that in this match LJ Havok was the forgotten man and to further expound on that point you actually spent time in your promo taking a giant sized shit all over your own partner. My Manager was kind enough to call LJ Havok a legend. Yes, we can all agree that he was being nice. That he was overstating things a little bit. Maybe he wanted to build LJ's confidence up so that his inevitable failure would be that much better. Or maybe he just had a momentary lapse in memory. Either way the simple fact that you took time to verbally destroy your own partner tells me all I need to know about the kind of opponents you guys are going to be. Are Mr. Glitter and I best friends? No. I can't even say we are friends but for the moment we are a team and as my partner I will do what I need to to ensure victory. You know what I won't do? Call my own partner out. Who are you? Vinnie Lane?

Now Steve as for your proclivities for BBW's, well all I can really say there is that someone has to be the one to put it to them. If your only excuse is that you don't want to really try well that tells me a lot about you. And please, don't tell us about your sexploits. If I wanted that I'd have my manager set up a match against Peter Gilmour. Get me? I have to say Steve I was really looking forward to knocking off a legend at my first Pay Per View and rest assured I am still going to do that but as my partner Glisten pointed out at the beginning of the week, this has all been one big disappointment for me. I expected more from you Steve.

Unfortunately I didn't have those same expectations for your partner and for good reason. As much as he sucks in the ring he is even worse on the mic. Fortunately for him the XWF is about wrestling, not talking. Unfortunately for him I am infinitely better at both of those things than he is. One of them he will experience tomorrow night, the other I will give him a taste of now since he seems unimpressed with what I've had to say so far.

LJ man I gotta ask, why do you care if I have a cameraman following me around? You do. Everyone in the fed does. I guess I could wear one of those stupid helmet cams and shot all my stuff that way, all Blair Witch style but who the hell wants to see that? The answer is no one. So yes I have a cameraman follow me around, regardless of whether I look trustworthy or not. And what does that even mean? "He doesn't look trustworthy?" Do I have the word "untrustworthy" written on my forehead? Is it my hair or my smile? Do those frighten you or something? Seriously, how does someone look untrustworthy? I get someone looking stupid or unkempt or ugly but untrustworthy? Come on now. You are trying so hard to make me look stupid and in the end you look like the dumbest guy here. And this is a federation that has an actual Self Proclaimed Champion. That guy wears his mental inefficiencies as a badge of honor and he looks a hundred times smarter than you do. Bravo.

Unfortunately your bout with stupidity doesn't end there. In your most recent promo you said I had a big mouth and that I like to run my mouth a lot yet in one of your earlier promos you came at me for having my manager speak for me. Even going so far as to suggest that I was afraid to speak for myself. So which one is it LJ? Which one offends you more? Is it that from time to time I let my manager do some of the talking, you know, so he can earn his paycheck or is it that when I cut promos I rip people to pieces?

I gotta say though, I really appreciate your attempts at revisionist history but no LJ you did not beat Luca Arzegotti to win the European title as you claim. Your friends in the Extreme Revolution beat down Luca, allowing you to score a pinfall but the match was restarted and it was Luca who scored the final pinfall, the only one that matters, the ONLY one history recognizes. That's why your name isn't listed as a former European Champion LJ. So your European Title Reign much like your entire career as a wrestler in the XWF is forgettable at best.

Before I leave you to your thoughts of old ghosts I do want to say one last thing to you LJ and that is this. I'm really happy that you miss the days of people being able to back up what they say with their actions in the ring. In fact, I am so happy about it that I am going to give you exactly what you crave so much. No, not a dick in the ear pervboy. I'm going to back up each and every single thing I said this week. When the final bell sounds LJ it won't be me or Mr. Sparkles, hell it won't even be your partner taking the pin. It will be you and ole Drew Archyle the guy with the overdone badass schtick, he'll be the one pinning you.

Count on it."

Drew drops the microphone and immediately rolls out of the ring not even waiting for his manager to follow him out. By the time The Manager does finally exit the ring Archyle is halfway up the ramp as the crowd delivers it's mixed reaction.]]> <![CDATA[Day Late, Dollar Short]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20998 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 20:53:48 -0700 Death Rider]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20998
I

I find myself at a loss for words, thinking about the myriad of opponents I'm set to face Saturday night. And considering the complete silence of quite a few in this match, it would seem I'm not the only one. However, on the opposite end of the spectrum, we have the ferociously confident. Those beating their chests and proclaiming to the world that there's no other way this match can end, than with them walking out with their hands held high in victory.

Needless to say, I don't agree.

However, I'm not going to take that same stance. How could anyone who's thought it through at all? There are way too many variables in place during any wrestling match to proclaim with absolute certainty that victory will be achieved. Add in partners,the presence of seven teams, the fact that this is a ladder match which in and of itself introduces and strengthens the odds that certain pre-established variables will come into play and…. I'm laying it on a little thick, aren't I?

You get the point.

This isn't to say I'm not confident in my own abilities, as at least one of my opponents will likely claim should they feel the need to respond to my words. However, I'm not blinded by egomania. There are threats everywhere in a match with this many competitors.

But, enough with the generalities. It's time for specifics.

Michael McBride in particular seems to think he has this in the bag, going so far as to call every other team worthless and also avoided mentioning me by name. I must say, it's actually pretty funny that a man who's been absent since March and doesn't even have a single victory to his name this calendar year is standing on a soapbox, preaching about others being worthless. Though, considering his harsh, harsh words to the team he felt was most pathetic, I think he realizes just how hypocritical he's being. After all, we hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.

Please Michael, save your inflated ego for someone who might be intimidated, should such a gullible soul exist.

Dustin Diamond Drake likes to repeat things everybody already knows like he's making some kind of in depth analysis or, whatever else have you. Though, that's nowhere near as egregious as McBride's puffed out chest routine. I like the guy. I do. He's got his reasons for fighting, and they aren't for any form of self-gratification or glory seeking. That's respectable. However, in an environment where that is the pervading mindset, especially when a shot quenching the thirst for glory is literally hanging right above us. Not questioning the strength of his resolve, but the allure of a more tangible and readily available goal will no doubt bolster the resolve of everyone else.

Time will tell how that plays out for Mr. Drake.

And, yes, I say everyone else. Myself included. As much as I wish I could say my reasons for fighting are completely pure and without selfish motivations, that simply is not the case. I feel I must admit something to you all: I'm something of a sadist. Though I'm guessing that isn't an earth shattering revelation.

So, when I saw the match I was booked in here, I felt it was almost too good to be true. No disqualifications, as well as twelve opponents to subject to as horrific of punishment as I can wrap my little head around, and, considering the track records of most people employed by the XWF, more than likely deserving of whatever I throw at them? Almost too good to be true. Seriously, I actually pinched myself because I thought I was dreaming.

But here we are.

Now, Punk, where, in any of what I just said, was there any mention, indirect or otherwise about a belief in anything mystical? Or, broadening our train of thought a little, about any alliegences of mine? I'm, as you said and I quote, "a part of a group of believers in some mystical shit". Yet, I'm not part of a group, nor do I believe in anything mystical. What I actually am right now is curious as to how you came up with any of that. Though I'm willing to bet you just threw darts at a dartboard and went with whatever stuck. Much too busy hyping yourself up to really too much attention to who you're actually facing instead of what you imagine you're facing.

So, the question stands. Why should I bother to really put much thought into anything he says when he obviously doesn't know anything about me?

The answer's simple. I'm not going to bother.

There are others involved with this match, who I definitely could mention. However, I won't. Simply because, they either haven't said anything at all, or anything worth responding to or addressing. Which isn't a slight at them, by any means. I wish all of you, yes even you McBride, the best of luck and I sincerely hope you all give it your best effort.

Don't hold anything back, because I won't.

II

July 25 -- 2:47 AM -- Chicago, Illinois

BLAM!

My eyes snap open and I can see again. Though I sort of wish I couldn't. There's a smoking gun in my hand that was pointed to my head last I remember. The man who pointed it there is laying on the ground in front of me, rapidly bleeding out from a bullet in the chest. Doesn't take a genius to figure out what just happened.

I take a step towards the fallen man and turn around to face his two friends, who both stare at me like deer in the headlights, unsure of how to react. Both frozen with dumbfounded expressions on their faces. This isn't the first time a thug has been taken aback by something I've done and were the situation a little lighter, I'd likely be laughing at them. Now, however, I'm just as shocked as them.

He's dead. Or dying. Definitely dying, he was shot point blank in the chest after all and the blood on the ground is a pretty clear indication that he wasn't wearing a vest.

This, this is wrong.

I don't even remember pulling the trigger. Hell, I don't even remember how I ended up with the gun in my hand. How? How did I just forget that? One second I'm expecting to die at any second, hoping for any brief opportunity to escape the situation, despite being a little glad I could emasculate the man who I figured would be responsible for my death by showing him just how little he mattered in the grand scheme of things, and the next the tables have turned in the most drastic of ways.

I'm here.

He's dead.

I'm going to throw up. I feel it in my throat, rising. I swallow, choking it down before staring at both men in front of me, both of whom seem to be snapping back to reality. Both sets of eyes meet with mine, from my perspective at least.

Then I run.

III

July 27 -- 2:35 AM -- Chicago, Illinois

Ungh…. where am I?

She awakens, her hands tied, lying in the backseat of a car. The two small dots on her throat, where the darts were removed, itch intensely, making her wish she could do something about it. The car isn't moving, nor is the engine turned on. Her vision is hazy, as is her memory she finds as she tries to retrace her steps. Just to figure out how she got in this situation.

Were you dreaming about me, hun?

The faceless man, seated in the passenger's seat, looks behind his seat at her.

Of course you're here.

Don't sound so excited to see me.

What do you want from me?

Oh god not this shit again.

The driver finally pipes up.

A definite stranger. She'd never seen him before in her life. He was a younger man, mid twenties maybe, with an average, unremarkable face except for his eyes which shone a strikingly bright grey.

He smiles at her, before undoing his seatbelt and reaching one hand for the door.

Nice to meet ya. I'm Desmond.

What's going on?

Desmond pulls on the door handle and pushes the door open, stepping out of the car. He grabs onto the roof and twists his back until he hears a slight pop, then approaches the door to the back seat. He pulls the door open and reaches in, only to get a kick to the shoulder from his captive.

Should've figured this'd be an issue.

He backpedals a couple of steps, brandishing the dart gun.

Don't make me use this again.

Her heart pounds in her chest. The blood in her veins feels like lava pumping through her body. She thinks back to the man she killed, and for a moment contemplates what it'd be like to do it again. Knowingly.

And she yields.

Better.

Desmond reaches in again and helps her out of the car. As he pushes the door shut behind her, she finally asks the most important question.

Where are you taking me?

The Mad King wants to have a chat with you.

Behind the mask, her eyes widen with a mix of surprise and elation.

Well then, I'd hate to keep him waiting.]]>
I

I find myself at a loss for words, thinking about the myriad of opponents I'm set to face Saturday night. And considering the complete silence of quite a few in this match, it would seem I'm not the only one. However, on the opposite end of the spectrum, we have the ferociously confident. Those beating their chests and proclaiming to the world that there's no other way this match can end, than with them walking out with their hands held high in victory.

Needless to say, I don't agree.

However, I'm not going to take that same stance. How could anyone who's thought it through at all? There are way too many variables in place during any wrestling match to proclaim with absolute certainty that victory will be achieved. Add in partners,the presence of seven teams, the fact that this is a ladder match which in and of itself introduces and strengthens the odds that certain pre-established variables will come into play and…. I'm laying it on a little thick, aren't I?

You get the point.

This isn't to say I'm not confident in my own abilities, as at least one of my opponents will likely claim should they feel the need to respond to my words. However, I'm not blinded by egomania. There are threats everywhere in a match with this many competitors.

But, enough with the generalities. It's time for specifics.

Michael McBride in particular seems to think he has this in the bag, going so far as to call every other team worthless and also avoided mentioning me by name. I must say, it's actually pretty funny that a man who's been absent since March and doesn't even have a single victory to his name this calendar year is standing on a soapbox, preaching about others being worthless. Though, considering his harsh, harsh words to the team he felt was most pathetic, I think he realizes just how hypocritical he's being. After all, we hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.

Please Michael, save your inflated ego for someone who might be intimidated, should such a gullible soul exist.

Dustin Diamond Drake likes to repeat things everybody already knows like he's making some kind of in depth analysis or, whatever else have you. Though, that's nowhere near as egregious as McBride's puffed out chest routine. I like the guy. I do. He's got his reasons for fighting, and they aren't for any form of self-gratification or glory seeking. That's respectable. However, in an environment where that is the pervading mindset, especially when a shot quenching the thirst for glory is literally hanging right above us. Not questioning the strength of his resolve, but the allure of a more tangible and readily available goal will no doubt bolster the resolve of everyone else.

Time will tell how that plays out for Mr. Drake.

And, yes, I say everyone else. Myself included. As much as I wish I could say my reasons for fighting are completely pure and without selfish motivations, that simply is not the case. I feel I must admit something to you all: I'm something of a sadist. Though I'm guessing that isn't an earth shattering revelation.

So, when I saw the match I was booked in here, I felt it was almost too good to be true. No disqualifications, as well as twelve opponents to subject to as horrific of punishment as I can wrap my little head around, and, considering the track records of most people employed by the XWF, more than likely deserving of whatever I throw at them? Almost too good to be true. Seriously, I actually pinched myself because I thought I was dreaming.

But here we are.

Now, Punk, where, in any of what I just said, was there any mention, indirect or otherwise about a belief in anything mystical? Or, broadening our train of thought a little, about any alliegences of mine? I'm, as you said and I quote, "a part of a group of believers in some mystical shit". Yet, I'm not part of a group, nor do I believe in anything mystical. What I actually am right now is curious as to how you came up with any of that. Though I'm willing to bet you just threw darts at a dartboard and went with whatever stuck. Much too busy hyping yourself up to really too much attention to who you're actually facing instead of what you imagine you're facing.

So, the question stands. Why should I bother to really put much thought into anything he says when he obviously doesn't know anything about me?

The answer's simple. I'm not going to bother.

There are others involved with this match, who I definitely could mention. However, I won't. Simply because, they either haven't said anything at all, or anything worth responding to or addressing. Which isn't a slight at them, by any means. I wish all of you, yes even you McBride, the best of luck and I sincerely hope you all give it your best effort.

Don't hold anything back, because I won't.

II

July 25 -- 2:47 AM -- Chicago, Illinois

BLAM!

My eyes snap open and I can see again. Though I sort of wish I couldn't. There's a smoking gun in my hand that was pointed to my head last I remember. The man who pointed it there is laying on the ground in front of me, rapidly bleeding out from a bullet in the chest. Doesn't take a genius to figure out what just happened.

I take a step towards the fallen man and turn around to face his two friends, who both stare at me like deer in the headlights, unsure of how to react. Both frozen with dumbfounded expressions on their faces. This isn't the first time a thug has been taken aback by something I've done and were the situation a little lighter, I'd likely be laughing at them. Now, however, I'm just as shocked as them.

He's dead. Or dying. Definitely dying, he was shot point blank in the chest after all and the blood on the ground is a pretty clear indication that he wasn't wearing a vest.

This, this is wrong.

I don't even remember pulling the trigger. Hell, I don't even remember how I ended up with the gun in my hand. How? How did I just forget that? One second I'm expecting to die at any second, hoping for any brief opportunity to escape the situation, despite being a little glad I could emasculate the man who I figured would be responsible for my death by showing him just how little he mattered in the grand scheme of things, and the next the tables have turned in the most drastic of ways.

I'm here.

He's dead.

I'm going to throw up. I feel it in my throat, rising. I swallow, choking it down before staring at both men in front of me, both of whom seem to be snapping back to reality. Both sets of eyes meet with mine, from my perspective at least.

Then I run.

III

July 27 -- 2:35 AM -- Chicago, Illinois

Ungh…. where am I?

She awakens, her hands tied, lying in the backseat of a car. The two small dots on her throat, where the darts were removed, itch intensely, making her wish she could do something about it. The car isn't moving, nor is the engine turned on. Her vision is hazy, as is her memory she finds as she tries to retrace her steps. Just to figure out how she got in this situation.

Were you dreaming about me, hun?

The faceless man, seated in the passenger's seat, looks behind his seat at her.

Of course you're here.

Don't sound so excited to see me.

What do you want from me?

Oh god not this shit again.

The driver finally pipes up.

A definite stranger. She'd never seen him before in her life. He was a younger man, mid twenties maybe, with an average, unremarkable face except for his eyes which shone a strikingly bright grey.

He smiles at her, before undoing his seatbelt and reaching one hand for the door.

Nice to meet ya. I'm Desmond.

What's going on?

Desmond pulls on the door handle and pushes the door open, stepping out of the car. He grabs onto the roof and twists his back until he hears a slight pop, then approaches the door to the back seat. He pulls the door open and reaches in, only to get a kick to the shoulder from his captive.

Should've figured this'd be an issue.

He backpedals a couple of steps, brandishing the dart gun.

Don't make me use this again.

Her heart pounds in her chest. The blood in her veins feels like lava pumping through her body. She thinks back to the man she killed, and for a moment contemplates what it'd be like to do it again. Knowingly.

And she yields.

Better.

Desmond reaches in again and helps her out of the car. As he pushes the door shut behind her, she finally asks the most important question.

Where are you taking me?

The Mad King wants to have a chat with you.

Behind the mask, her eyes widen with a mix of surprise and elation.

Well then, I'd hate to keep him waiting.]]> <![CDATA[Top of the wood (world)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20958 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 16:43:57 -0700 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20958



Thursday 30th July
11am

The XWF Champion, Scully is at his home in Miami, Florida. He is excited right now, feeling amazing after his skydive yesterday. Skull had conquered his fear of heights and did the skydive, thanks to help from his psychologist, Dr. Bentley. Scully now feels confident that he can be the dare devil in his match at Relentless.

He will be inside a a cage, as he competes in a cage of death match. It's not every day that you get an Xtreme Championship match title shot so the Scully Meister wants to take advantage of this opportunity. He can't wait till Relentless Day two, when he could walk out the new XWF Xtreme Champion and capture his first singles championship in the XWF, apart from the XWF Championship of course.

Skull was in the games room playing with his action figures. He was knelt on the floor, actually having a preview of the Xtreme Championship match this Saturday between Trax, Morbid Angel and himself of course. He even had the cage set up, surrounding the ring. The cage itself, had paper stuck on it, in the shape of fire. It was even coloured in and it was stuck all around the cage walls. The top of the cage had plastic barb wire all the way round.

The match had already started. The Morbid Angel figure was beating the champion, Trax in the corner. Trax then fought back as the figures exchanged blows. Skull was just getting up off the mat after obviously being beaten down. Trax and Morbid then collide, that's the only way to subscribe Scully, smashing them together. They're down. Skull grabs the figure of himself and climbs the cage. Is he going to do it? He can feel the heat from the fire paper. He's at the top, being pricked by the plastic barb wire. The Skull figure looks down and gets 'scared'. XWF'S Resident suddenly stops playing and begins to panic. He starts to mumble to himself.

"I can't do it, I can't escape. What am I going to do?"

The king of suddenly goes ape shit. He stands up and starts to pace back and fourth. He grabs his hair and shouts at the top of his lungs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

He suddenly kicks the ring, knocking it over and the figures go flying across the room. A bit drastic to say he was only playing with toys. He picks up his Samsung Galaxy S6 and finds "Dr. Bentley" in his contacts. The phone begins to ring and the doctor answers. Skull puts the phone on loud speaker.

"I can't do it, Doc. I can't facking do it!"

Dr. Bentley:"Calm down, Skull. Take a deep breath and repeat after me... Goosfraba.. Goosfraba."

"Gooseberry."

Dr. Bentley:"No.. Goosfraba, Skull."

"Oh... Goosfraba. Goosfraba."

Scully takes a deep breath. Then again. He was meant to take deep breaths before he said 'Goosfraba'. Nevermind.

Dr. Bentley:"Now tell me what's wrong?"

"I think I'm going to choke again. Choke like Trax does on Triple J's sausage."

Dr. Bentley:"Choke? I think those two chokes are a little different, Skull. You think you're going to chicken out? Fail?"

"YES! I don't think I can wrestle in this cage match."

Dr. Bentley:"What makes you say that?"

"If Scully the action figure can't do it, how can Scully, the real me?"

Dr. Bentley:"I think I get what you're saying. Look, think of the prize at the end of the match, you'd like your first singles title wouldn't you?"

"Yes.. More than anything in the whole, wide wood."

Dr. Bentley:"Then do it. If you really want to do it then you'll be able to do it. Did you think you would skydive from a plane yesterday?"

"Skydive? I flew like Donkey out of Shrek."

Dr. Bentley:"Look we already established that real donkey's don't fly. It's just an animation."

"It is? But yesterday you didn't say that? Donkey doesn't really fly? It's fake like Jordans tits?"

Dr. Bentley didn't mean to spill the beans like that. In that brief moment he took away something Scully believed in. He had to think of something.

Dr. Bentley:"I'm sorry but real donkeys don't fly. But.... Unicorns do!"

"They do don't they?"

Dr. Bentley:"So did you think you would.. Erm... Be able to fly like a unicorn and go through with it."

"No!"

Dr. Bentley:"But you did it. You succeeded."

"Yeah but I had to change into the Scullanator."

Dr. Bentley:"Be the Scullanator in your match. Wear your superhero costume, if it makes you feel braver."

"Okay, I will. Thanks Doc."

Dr. Bentley:"You're welcome. Now stay calm, go and win yourself the Supreme Championship, whatever."

"Xtreme.. I will. I'm ready, I know I am."

Dr. Bentley:"That's the spirit lad. I'll be watching your match. Go get em', Underdog."

"Cheers Doc. Cya."

Dr. Bentley:"No problem. Bye."

The phone call ends. A huge smile emerges on the face on Scully. The doctor made Scully feel positive again about his upcoming title match.


Skull is feeling a little better after his conversation with Dr. Bentley. It's clear to see that he is a little anxious for this match. He is sat in front of the laptop with his webcam on. He has his hood up for some reason on he's hooded jacket. He gives everyone another taste of Scully Cam.


"Hey you guys......
I want to apollo-jizz for ending Scully Cam earlier than planed the other day. It wasn't inten-tinal? But I had something to sort out. So for that I can only say sorry. But we're here now, XWF Galaxy.

Are you guys eggsited for Relentless? I bet you are, I bet you can't wait. I bet you're all looking backwards to my match, left? Of course you are! I know I am. I'm ready break. I can't wait to kick some butt. Trax butt that is. No one threadens my girl and my unborn child. You don't do that and get away with it. Nah.

I've got to ask, who do you guys believe? Do you believe in miracles? Just joking. But serie, who do you believe? Do you think Train Trax came into my house to thread my beautiful lady and baby? Or do you think he didn't and Skull is a Pinocchio? I'm a real boy.

You have all seen for yourselves what Train Trax is. He is a criminal, a murderer and a bully. It's clear to see that he also a liar, liar, pants on fire! Do you know how much I hate liars? As much as I hate Darren 'Not So' Dangerous. Yeah that meatball head is back, unfor.. You know what I mean.

Anyhoo as I was saying, Trax is a liar. This guy is diluted, I mean he's calling Dim a liar, who said nogga's interfear? As Train Trax said, that didn't happen but what did happen, was Scully interfear and beat the holy out of Dim. Trax can make out all he wants that he won fair and that no one helped him but anyone who watched it knows I helped him. I did good. Luke at what he said about my mummy....

Nasty Man Said:'"Or is your mommy the reason you're the blubbering shit-spewing idiot you are today after she dropped you on your head as a baby?"

"Bringing my mum into it and saying she was a rubbish parent? She drop me on my head on purpose cuz I loved the trip? You're mum is bad! Shall I tell you why? Because she brought a nasty piece of turd into the wood!"

Train Trax Said:"I hope when I drop you on your head in that cage, it'll help make you see shit more clearly.

"Shit more clearly? I thought shit was brown, sometimes even black? Maybe it's the in me, why I think that? Threadening to drop me on my head? As you can tell, I'm facking used to be dropped on my head."

Pinocchio Said:Staring at the world through glazed rose tinted glasses.

"Glazed, rose tinted glasses? What the fudge are those? I want some. Can I get some from specsavers or another optician's? I wouldn't mind a pair of those. Thanks for the suggeston?"

chump Said:"This may come as somewhat of a surprise to some people because I know I come across as the "lone wolf" type of guy but in the old companies I used to work for I was very much a tag team/stable guy.Yes I had numerous runs with World Titles and other solo belts but a majority of my wrestling career in past promotions was spent more time in tag teams and factions than it was me being a solo competitor. I've been in a total of four stables in my career as a wrestler, let me tell you what that experience has taught me. Nobody TRULY has your back, there will come a point where you realize the only person who truly has your back is yourself."

"Since when was this Trax history month? Guess what? Egg and facking snot. Are you for real? Guess what? I was a TXW tag-team champion and the last EVER TXW Heavyweight champion. Guess what else? No one gives a fudge. Just like no one gives a shite what you did in your past, before XWF! Before XWF, doesn't matter!

Also I find what you said is hippo - critter? I mean come on, you're going on about friends, buddies, pals? That base, no one is truly your friend and no one really has your back? What about your front?

Didn't your last promo base have some guy called Extreme Machine do all the work for you? I thought you didn't trust anyone? Yet, you trusted this guy to brown nose you and try to make you look good!"

bully Said:Jackie walks out the room, minutes later she comes back wielding a red hot branding iron, the mans eyes widen in fear.

W-w-what you lookin' to do with that.

Like I said Mr Cray, the nights still young, I will utilize whatever methods available to me to secure your cooperation, so, lets begin shall we?

N-n-no please...

Jackie hands Trax the stick and walks towards the door as Trax walks slowly towards the whimpering man, Jackie shuts the door blocking the camera view from what is about to transpire, screams from the man can be heard mixed in Trax's demented laughter

"Poor guy. What did he do? You're a nasty pasty! I can't believe how sick and twister you are! You have no cons? No rehorse? What is wrong with you?! The more I see of you, the more disgust you become!

You desert to burn on the fire cage. You desert to rip your fetish on the barbwire. You desert everything you get!

Why do you dislike people who wear hoods? I don't get it. Why do you attack them? Oh shit... I still have my hood up. I better take it off before you shoot me."

Scully quickly takes his hood off.

"These people you attack have friends and families. They're people with feelings. Do you not know how to feel? Are you that evil? The answer is you're evil!

Everyone be rooting for the dark horse. The underdog. We're going to have a NEW XWF Xtreme Champion. The Xtreme .... Scully. 4 life! Da end, Scully has spoken!"]]>



Thursday 30th July
11am

The XWF Champion, Scully is at his home in Miami, Florida. He is excited right now, feeling amazing after his skydive yesterday. Skull had conquered his fear of heights and did the skydive, thanks to help from his psychologist, Dr. Bentley. Scully now feels confident that he can be the dare devil in his match at Relentless.

He will be inside a a cage, as he competes in a cage of death match. It's not every day that you get an Xtreme Championship match title shot so the Scully Meister wants to take advantage of this opportunity. He can't wait till Relentless Day two, when he could walk out the new XWF Xtreme Champion and capture his first singles championship in the XWF, apart from the XWF Championship of course.

Skull was in the games room playing with his action figures. He was knelt on the floor, actually having a preview of the Xtreme Championship match this Saturday between Trax, Morbid Angel and himself of course. He even had the cage set up, surrounding the ring. The cage itself, had paper stuck on it, in the shape of fire. It was even coloured in and it was stuck all around the cage walls. The top of the cage had plastic barb wire all the way round.

The match had already started. The Morbid Angel figure was beating the champion, Trax in the corner. Trax then fought back as the figures exchanged blows. Skull was just getting up off the mat after obviously being beaten down. Trax and Morbid then collide, that's the only way to subscribe Scully, smashing them together. They're down. Skull grabs the figure of himself and climbs the cage. Is he going to do it? He can feel the heat from the fire paper. He's at the top, being pricked by the plastic barb wire. The Skull figure looks down and gets 'scared'. XWF'S Resident suddenly stops playing and begins to panic. He starts to mumble to himself.

"I can't do it, I can't escape. What am I going to do?"

The king of suddenly goes ape shit. He stands up and starts to pace back and fourth. He grabs his hair and shouts at the top of his lungs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

He suddenly kicks the ring, knocking it over and the figures go flying across the room. A bit drastic to say he was only playing with toys. He picks up his Samsung Galaxy S6 and finds "Dr. Bentley" in his contacts. The phone begins to ring and the doctor answers. Skull puts the phone on loud speaker.

"I can't do it, Doc. I can't facking do it!"

Dr. Bentley:"Calm down, Skull. Take a deep breath and repeat after me... Goosfraba.. Goosfraba."

"Gooseberry."

Dr. Bentley:"No.. Goosfraba, Skull."

"Oh... Goosfraba. Goosfraba."

Scully takes a deep breath. Then again. He was meant to take deep breaths before he said 'Goosfraba'. Nevermind.

Dr. Bentley:"Now tell me what's wrong?"

"I think I'm going to choke again. Choke like Trax does on Triple J's sausage."

Dr. Bentley:"Choke? I think those two chokes are a little different, Skull. You think you're going to chicken out? Fail?"

"YES! I don't think I can wrestle in this cage match."

Dr. Bentley:"What makes you say that?"

"If Scully the action figure can't do it, how can Scully, the real me?"

Dr. Bentley:"I think I get what you're saying. Look, think of the prize at the end of the match, you'd like your first singles title wouldn't you?"

"Yes.. More than anything in the whole, wide wood."

Dr. Bentley:"Then do it. If you really want to do it then you'll be able to do it. Did you think you would skydive from a plane yesterday?"

"Skydive? I flew like Donkey out of Shrek."

Dr. Bentley:"Look we already established that real donkey's don't fly. It's just an animation."

"It is? But yesterday you didn't say that? Donkey doesn't really fly? It's fake like Jordans tits?"

Dr. Bentley didn't mean to spill the beans like that. In that brief moment he took away something Scully believed in. He had to think of something.

Dr. Bentley:"I'm sorry but real donkeys don't fly. But.... Unicorns do!"

"They do don't they?"

Dr. Bentley:"So did you think you would.. Erm... Be able to fly like a unicorn and go through with it."

"No!"

Dr. Bentley:"But you did it. You succeeded."

"Yeah but I had to change into the Scullanator."

Dr. Bentley:"Be the Scullanator in your match. Wear your superhero costume, if it makes you feel braver."

"Okay, I will. Thanks Doc."

Dr. Bentley:"You're welcome. Now stay calm, go and win yourself the Supreme Championship, whatever."

"Xtreme.. I will. I'm ready, I know I am."

Dr. Bentley:"That's the spirit lad. I'll be watching your match. Go get em', Underdog."

"Cheers Doc. Cya."

Dr. Bentley:"No problem. Bye."

The phone call ends. A huge smile emerges on the face on Scully. The doctor made Scully feel positive again about his upcoming title match.


Skull is feeling a little better after his conversation with Dr. Bentley. It's clear to see that he is a little anxious for this match. He is sat in front of the laptop with his webcam on. He has his hood up for some reason on he's hooded jacket. He gives everyone another taste of Scully Cam.


"Hey you guys......
I want to apollo-jizz for ending Scully Cam earlier than planed the other day. It wasn't inten-tinal? But I had something to sort out. So for that I can only say sorry. But we're here now, XWF Galaxy.

Are you guys eggsited for Relentless? I bet you are, I bet you can't wait. I bet you're all looking backwards to my match, left? Of course you are! I know I am. I'm ready break. I can't wait to kick some butt. Trax butt that is. No one threadens my girl and my unborn child. You don't do that and get away with it. Nah.

I've got to ask, who do you guys believe? Do you believe in miracles? Just joking. But serie, who do you believe? Do you think Train Trax came into my house to thread my beautiful lady and baby? Or do you think he didn't and Skull is a Pinocchio? I'm a real boy.

You have all seen for yourselves what Train Trax is. He is a criminal, a murderer and a bully. It's clear to see that he also a liar, liar, pants on fire! Do you know how much I hate liars? As much as I hate Darren 'Not So' Dangerous. Yeah that meatball head is back, unfor.. You know what I mean.

Anyhoo as I was saying, Trax is a liar. This guy is diluted, I mean he's calling Dim a liar, who said nogga's interfear? As Train Trax said, that didn't happen but what did happen, was Scully interfear and beat the holy out of Dim. Trax can make out all he wants that he won fair and that no one helped him but anyone who watched it knows I helped him. I did good. Luke at what he said about my mummy....

Nasty Man Said:'"Or is your mommy the reason you're the blubbering shit-spewing idiot you are today after she dropped you on your head as a baby?"

"Bringing my mum into it and saying she was a rubbish parent? She drop me on my head on purpose cuz I loved the trip? You're mum is bad! Shall I tell you why? Because she brought a nasty piece of turd into the wood!"

Train Trax Said:"I hope when I drop you on your head in that cage, it'll help make you see shit more clearly.

"Shit more clearly? I thought shit was brown, sometimes even black? Maybe it's the in me, why I think that? Threadening to drop me on my head? As you can tell, I'm facking used to be dropped on my head."

Pinocchio Said:Staring at the world through glazed rose tinted glasses.

"Glazed, rose tinted glasses? What the fudge are those? I want some. Can I get some from specsavers or another optician's? I wouldn't mind a pair of those. Thanks for the suggeston?"

chump Said:"This may come as somewhat of a surprise to some people because I know I come across as the "lone wolf" type of guy but in the old companies I used to work for I was very much a tag team/stable guy.Yes I had numerous runs with World Titles and other solo belts but a majority of my wrestling career in past promotions was spent more time in tag teams and factions than it was me being a solo competitor. I've been in a total of four stables in my career as a wrestler, let me tell you what that experience has taught me. Nobody TRULY has your back, there will come a point where you realize the only person who truly has your back is yourself."

"Since when was this Trax history month? Guess what? Egg and facking snot. Are you for real? Guess what? I was a TXW tag-team champion and the last EVER TXW Heavyweight champion. Guess what else? No one gives a fudge. Just like no one gives a shite what you did in your past, before XWF! Before XWF, doesn't matter!

Also I find what you said is hippo - critter? I mean come on, you're going on about friends, buddies, pals? That base, no one is truly your friend and no one really has your back? What about your front?

Didn't your last promo base have some guy called Extreme Machine do all the work for you? I thought you didn't trust anyone? Yet, you trusted this guy to brown nose you and try to make you look good!"

bully Said:Jackie walks out the room, minutes later she comes back wielding a red hot branding iron, the mans eyes widen in fear.

W-w-what you lookin' to do with that.

Like I said Mr Cray, the nights still young, I will utilize whatever methods available to me to secure your cooperation, so, lets begin shall we?

N-n-no please...

Jackie hands Trax the stick and walks towards the door as Trax walks slowly towards the whimpering man, Jackie shuts the door blocking the camera view from what is about to transpire, screams from the man can be heard mixed in Trax's demented laughter

"Poor guy. What did he do? You're a nasty pasty! I can't believe how sick and twister you are! You have no cons? No rehorse? What is wrong with you?! The more I see of you, the more disgust you become!

You desert to burn on the fire cage. You desert to rip your fetish on the barbwire. You desert everything you get!

Why do you dislike people who wear hoods? I don't get it. Why do you attack them? Oh shit... I still have my hood up. I better take it off before you shoot me."

Scully quickly takes his hood off.

"These people you attack have friends and families. They're people with feelings. Do you not know how to feel? Are you that evil? The answer is you're evil!

Everyone be rooting for the dark horse. The underdog. We're going to have a NEW XWF Xtreme Champion. The Xtreme .... Scully. 4 life! Da end, Scully has spoken!"]]> <![CDATA[Mama, I'm Comin' Home]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20992 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 14:30:52 -0700 Mr. Oz]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20992
Welcome home, Ozzy! I'm so glad you're back. Gives us time to deal with our wedding, and we get to have a bit of our fun.

He chuckled, and once he saw his bag, he snatched it up, and walked with Alysia, his free arm wrapped around her, hand upon her hip. They'd head to the limo and head home.


Several days later...

Ghost Tank watched Drew Archyle's promos, as well as Glisten and Trax's. He figured he'd extend his hospitality to the three newcomers. So he found their information, and sent them a mass e-mail,

I am Ghost Tank. It would seem that you will be in my hometown. Instead of a motel or hotel, wherever you have been going to, I offer you my home. It could have everything you may need. It has an indoor pool, indoor gym that can rival a Gold's, and if you'd like to try to become more agile, I have a second "gym" where I practice my parkour regimen. While I have furnished it very well, so well that it would seem like that you're at a five star resort. It has the aesthetic of having surviving an inferno, mostly because I caused the fire. Didn't remember how fireproof they made the mansion. It has an outdoor pool as well, a hot tub that connects to the pool, a bar for parties outside, there's a bar inside. One of the best kitchens in Chicago for private use. Alysia loves to cook, so she makes everything. Though, I've had to hire a staff for the house, because Alysia is worrying about the wedding between her and I. So, don't worry about a thing. If you need anything bought and need it shipped in for your future promos, consider it done and here within hours. If you don't need anything, then please, stay in one of the guest rooms, live in the lap of luxury. Just reply to the e-mail, and I'll send your own limo to you, which I will pay for, and you can drink from their supply.

All I ask of you in return is to not break things while you stay here. Alysia will kill me if the decor is fucked with. I, personally, don't care. I can replace shit that is broken or torn. She, on the other hand, thinks it's an attack on her and her "taste". Otherwise, drink and be merry. Trax, while you're in my home, and hell, in my hometown, I'm not going to attack you. Consider it a forty-eight hour ban on myself.

Ghost Tank sent the e-mail, chuckling to himself as he stood up from the computer chair and headed to the master bedroom to be with Alysia for a little while.]]>
Welcome home, Ozzy! I'm so glad you're back. Gives us time to deal with our wedding, and we get to have a bit of our fun.

He chuckled, and once he saw his bag, he snatched it up, and walked with Alysia, his free arm wrapped around her, hand upon her hip. They'd head to the limo and head home.


Several days later...

Ghost Tank watched Drew Archyle's promos, as well as Glisten and Trax's. He figured he'd extend his hospitality to the three newcomers. So he found their information, and sent them a mass e-mail,

I am Ghost Tank. It would seem that you will be in my hometown. Instead of a motel or hotel, wherever you have been going to, I offer you my home. It could have everything you may need. It has an indoor pool, indoor gym that can rival a Gold's, and if you'd like to try to become more agile, I have a second "gym" where I practice my parkour regimen. While I have furnished it very well, so well that it would seem like that you're at a five star resort. It has the aesthetic of having surviving an inferno, mostly because I caused the fire. Didn't remember how fireproof they made the mansion. It has an outdoor pool as well, a hot tub that connects to the pool, a bar for parties outside, there's a bar inside. One of the best kitchens in Chicago for private use. Alysia loves to cook, so she makes everything. Though, I've had to hire a staff for the house, because Alysia is worrying about the wedding between her and I. So, don't worry about a thing. If you need anything bought and need it shipped in for your future promos, consider it done and here within hours. If you don't need anything, then please, stay in one of the guest rooms, live in the lap of luxury. Just reply to the e-mail, and I'll send your own limo to you, which I will pay for, and you can drink from their supply.

All I ask of you in return is to not break things while you stay here. Alysia will kill me if the decor is fucked with. I, personally, don't care. I can replace shit that is broken or torn. She, on the other hand, thinks it's an attack on her and her "taste". Otherwise, drink and be merry. Trax, while you're in my home, and hell, in my hometown, I'm not going to attack you. Consider it a forty-eight hour ban on myself.

Ghost Tank sent the e-mail, chuckling to himself as he stood up from the computer chair and headed to the master bedroom to be with Alysia for a little while.]]> <![CDATA[The Debut of a true Diamond.Prt2 RRP#2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20991 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 13:58:35 -0700 Dustin Diamond Drake]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20991

The Scene Once again opens up at the XWF Training where we see Dustin Diamond Drake in the ring training for his up and coming Debut match at Relentless. Dustin is standing in the center of the ring in a fighting stance on each corner of the ring on the top rope there is a up and coming wrestler who is going through XWF aggressive training to earn a spot on the XWF roster on Monday Madness or Wednesday Warfare. Dustin stands there looking for his personal Training to give the go. The trainer singles to go as he hits a stop watch. Dustin goes into action as well as the other Wrestler one at a time the Wrestlers on the top ropes jump down at Drake who either catches them slamming them to the mat, after he catches them and slams them to the mat the wrestler he slam prier to the one he now slams come running at him and Dustin rushes at them and nails them a with a clothesline or spear, then he gets up turns and intercepts what ever one jumps of the top and he slams them to the mat. Dustin does this with his fellow trainees for the next 3mins. Then his Train stops his stop watch and yells out.

Trainer: AN TIME!!!!

Dustin and his fellow trainees all stop and relax as they grab water and dry themselves with their towels. Dustin Trainer just looks at him and shake his head as he tosses Dustin a bottle of water. He then leans up against the corner turn buckle and shakes his head again, as Dustin looks at him taking a sip of his water. The Trainer then looks at Dustin with a pissed off look on his face as he snaps at Dustin.

Trainer: DAMMIT DRAKE!!! How many times do I have to tell you to tuck your damn head in when you do a god-damn spear boy!!!
Do you want to Brake you god-damn neck you stupid son of a bitch!!!
I'm not getting paid by XWF to watch you break your God Damn neck and cut your God Damn Career Short!!
What the hell is with you boy?!!

As for the rest of you God Damn Rookies Get the hell out of my God Damn ring you stupid sons of bitches!!

Trainees: Yes Sir Mr. Austin.

The XWF Trainees head out of the ring as the all look back at Dustin shaking their heads as the exits the ring and head off to the lockers or other spots throughout the Training Facility area and building.

Austin: Dustin what the hell is wrong with you son?!
Your one of the best damn talents in this damn sport for the last 10yrs and your acting like you just got out of collage where you tried to be a wrestlers!

Drake: I'm sorry coach my head just isn't in the game right now.

Austin: What'chu mean Boy!!
Get your damn head into the game Son you have a Match Tomorrow Night!!!

Drake: I know Coach, but I just can't to seem to get my wife's sister Kensi out of my head.

Austin: Son I know your going through a lot of shit with your little sister in law and her God Damn illness, but you cant let that screw you up in the ring.
If you screw up and injure yourself, you ant going to be able to help your sister out you stupid Son Of a Bitch!!
Now get the hell out of my ring and hit those damn weights for the next 90 minutes then I want your ass to run 2 miles both ways up hill as punishment you Stupid Son of Bitch!!

Austin heads out other ring and to his office as he see Jacob (aka Thunderbolt X) looking at him from the doors that enter the Training arena. Austin stops and looks at Jacob and shakes his head then he gets into his face as he speaks to Thunderbolt.

Austin: An where were you?! You stupid God damn Son Of a Bitch?!!
Your boy Drake almost broke his god damn neck again!!
What!?
You got something to say Boy?

Thunderbolt flinches just a little bit as Steve Austin rips him a new one.

Austin: Well Spit it out Son!!!

Thunderbolt: Coach I don't think Triple D can run two miles up a hill both ways sir.

Austin: Who the hell is Triple D you son'na Bitch?!

Thunderbolt Flinches again.

Thunderbolt: Dustin is.
You know Dustin Diamond Drake, aka Triple D.

Austin: I don't give a Bull's ball rat ass !!!SHIT!!! Boy what the hell is name is!!!
Now say what you just said about Triple D, Dustin, Diamond, Drake or what the hell he calls himself, about him running!!

Thunderbolt: I said.
Coach I don't think Triple D can run two miles up a hill both ways sir.

Austin: Your just as stupid, as him.
I know he can't run two miles up a hill both ways you god damn stupid Son Of a Bitch!!
I was a damn joke!!
Unbelievable these kids today!!
What happen to the days of kick'en ass and taken Names!
Son of a Bitch!!!

Austin bust through the door and walks off to his office just shaken his head as he walks off.

Thunderbolt: Dude Drake what the hell did you do to piss him off?

Dustin just looks at Thunderbolt and shakes his head and laughs. He then climbs down out the ring and walks over to Thunderbolt.

Drake: That wasn't him pissed off Thunderbolt, that was him in a good mood.
Man I thought you were going to be here to help me train today, instead I got stuck with the Trainees.

Thunderbolt: Sorry man I had to take care of some stuff.
I couldn't get out of it.

Drake: The Wife?

Thunderbolt: I do not wish to discus it.

Drake: So it was the wife.
That is fine mate, family should always come first.

Thunderbolt: Speaking of Family did Kensi get that gift Adriana and I sent her?

Drake: Yeah she got it. She was very happy with it.
Kensi wants to know when you and Adriana will be coming to see her.

Thunderbolt: Next week some time hopefully.
So I hear your going to be a guest on Live with Jericho later tonight?

Drake: Yeah but I need to finish up my Training for the day first.
I need to go hit the weights would you care to join me mate?

Thunderbolt: Sure why not.

Dustin and Thunderbolt head over to the weight center to get in a good work out before the end of their day of training. The Scene then fades out to black.

Later That night...............

The scene opens up as we see Dustin Diamond Drake and Chris Jericho seating around a pod cast studio, Chris and Dustin look as if there talking about the show. After a few seconds we see the gone live light go on, and Christ turns on his microphone.

Chris: Hello and welcome to Live with Chris Jericho!!
I'm here with this week special guest who just signed with XWF!
Dustin Diamond Drake.

Hello and welcome to Live with Chris Jericho, Dustin

Dustin; Thank you Chris I'm glad to be here.

Chris: Dustin you just signed a contract with XWF, although it currently only short term.
How do you feel about it.

Dustin: Well Chris it feels pretty damn good XWF is one of the hottest feds out there right now and I'm glad to now be officially a part of it.

Chris: I have known you for 6yrs now and I know your going through alot of personal stuff with you beautiful yet very new family right now.
How do you find the time, yet emotional strength to keep going?

Dustin: Yes I am Chris and it has been really hard as of late when it concerns my Wife Terra and her little sister Kensi who is currently fighting a rare form of cancer and my wife and I have latterly taken up the part of main care givers to her because we have the money to do so but it getting harder and harder every day.

Chris: Your wife Terra is also a professional wrestler as well, but she is currently unsigned and one of the hottest free agents out there.
Rumor has it that she would also like to get back in the ring and the XWF is keeping and Eye on her.
Do you think if XWF gives her a chance to sign with them do you think she'll take it, or do you think her love for her baby sister and being with her in the heart breaking moment in her life stay home to take care of Kensi?

Dustin: Yes Terra is one of the hottest free agents out there today, but she is only 20yrs old and feels that she needs more training before she sign to the big leagues, but to be honest I think she would jump at the chance to sign with the XWF, all thought no matter what her sister Kensi will always come first.
Kensi wants Terra to get back into the sport more then anything.

Chris: So your saying that you believe Terra if given the opportunity will sign with XWF?

Dustin: Yes I believe she will Chris and I hope she does.

Chris: Now why don't you tell us the story of how you meet your wife Terra, Kensi and their family.

Dustin: Oh wow man, just put me on the spot.
I meet my wife Terra back when I was in NXT through make a wish foundation, I was Kensi wish.
She wanted to meet me in person because I was her favorite NXT Superstar, and her wish was to meet me and go to one of my matches live which I was more then happy to grant.
Then one match became two, then three, and then finally I brought to my Pay Per View match which I dedicated to her which I won.
After a few months it turned into a year and Before I knew I was Dating Terra and we quickly feel in love and we ended up getting married early this year after shortly having our first child.

Chris: That's right you and Terra had your very own daughter shortly before you got married.
How does it feel to be a farther?

Dustin: Oh man It feels so great.
The Happiness that it brings me each and every day man to be a farther is amazing.
You know what I'm taking about.

Chris: Yes I do I have three children of my own.
Now lets get to your début match you will be having this weekend at XWF Relentless.
You will be in a Tag team match with Lux Lyden who has been given to you as a tag team partner.
If you and Lux Lyden win the match the two of you will have the chance to continue on as a tag team and as well you will be given a Tag team championship shot against the XWF tag team Champions.
Although You have two options to choose from.
Option one: If you and Lux Lyden win you will have the choice to continue on as a tag team and have a Tag team Title shot.
Option Two: The two of you can split as a tag team and choose new partners, in which you both will also have the opportunity to have a Tag team Title shot with your chosen partner.
So what will you do?

Dustin: Well Chris like I said to Steve Sayors the other day.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet if my team wins.
I haven't decide if I going to continue on with Lux or not.

Chris: Well if you choose Option 2, who will you pick as your Partner?

Dustin: I would more then Likely pick Thunderbolt X as my new Tag Partner because the two of us go way back, we started the business Together and the two of us have been Tag team Champions together in the past and we were a damn good tag team.

Chris: Well Dustin that is all the time we have for now.
I want to wish you best of luck on your match for tomorrow.

Dustin: Thank you Chris

End Scene...........]]>

The Scene Once again opens up at the XWF Training where we see Dustin Diamond Drake in the ring training for his up and coming Debut match at Relentless. Dustin is standing in the center of the ring in a fighting stance on each corner of the ring on the top rope there is a up and coming wrestler who is going through XWF aggressive training to earn a spot on the XWF roster on Monday Madness or Wednesday Warfare. Dustin stands there looking for his personal Training to give the go. The trainer singles to go as he hits a stop watch. Dustin goes into action as well as the other Wrestler one at a time the Wrestlers on the top ropes jump down at Drake who either catches them slamming them to the mat, after he catches them and slams them to the mat the wrestler he slam prier to the one he now slams come running at him and Dustin rushes at them and nails them a with a clothesline or spear, then he gets up turns and intercepts what ever one jumps of the top and he slams them to the mat. Dustin does this with his fellow trainees for the next 3mins. Then his Train stops his stop watch and yells out.

Trainer: AN TIME!!!!

Dustin and his fellow trainees all stop and relax as they grab water and dry themselves with their towels. Dustin Trainer just looks at him and shake his head as he tosses Dustin a bottle of water. He then leans up against the corner turn buckle and shakes his head again, as Dustin looks at him taking a sip of his water. The Trainer then looks at Dustin with a pissed off look on his face as he snaps at Dustin.

Trainer: DAMMIT DRAKE!!! How many times do I have to tell you to tuck your damn head in when you do a god-damn spear boy!!!
Do you want to Brake you god-damn neck you stupid son of a bitch!!!
I'm not getting paid by XWF to watch you break your God Damn neck and cut your God Damn Career Short!!
What the hell is with you boy?!!

As for the rest of you God Damn Rookies Get the hell out of my God Damn ring you stupid sons of bitches!!

Trainees: Yes Sir Mr. Austin.

The XWF Trainees head out of the ring as the all look back at Dustin shaking their heads as the exits the ring and head off to the lockers or other spots throughout the Training Facility area and building.

Austin: Dustin what the hell is wrong with you son?!
Your one of the best damn talents in this damn sport for the last 10yrs and your acting like you just got out of collage where you tried to be a wrestlers!

Drake: I'm sorry coach my head just isn't in the game right now.

Austin: What'chu mean Boy!!
Get your damn head into the game Son you have a Match Tomorrow Night!!!

Drake: I know Coach, but I just can't to seem to get my wife's sister Kensi out of my head.

Austin: Son I know your going through a lot of shit with your little sister in law and her God Damn illness, but you cant let that screw you up in the ring.
If you screw up and injure yourself, you ant going to be able to help your sister out you stupid Son Of a Bitch!!
Now get the hell out of my ring and hit those damn weights for the next 90 minutes then I want your ass to run 2 miles both ways up hill as punishment you Stupid Son of Bitch!!

Austin heads out other ring and to his office as he see Jacob (aka Thunderbolt X) looking at him from the doors that enter the Training arena. Austin stops and looks at Jacob and shakes his head then he gets into his face as he speaks to Thunderbolt.

Austin: An where were you?! You stupid God damn Son Of a Bitch?!!
Your boy Drake almost broke his god damn neck again!!
What!?
You got something to say Boy?

Thunderbolt flinches just a little bit as Steve Austin rips him a new one.

Austin: Well Spit it out Son!!!

Thunderbolt: Coach I don't think Triple D can run two miles up a hill both ways sir.

Austin: Who the hell is Triple D you son'na Bitch?!

Thunderbolt Flinches again.

Thunderbolt: Dustin is.
You know Dustin Diamond Drake, aka Triple D.

Austin: I don't give a Bull's ball rat ass !!!SHIT!!! Boy what the hell is name is!!!
Now say what you just said about Triple D, Dustin, Diamond, Drake or what the hell he calls himself, about him running!!

Thunderbolt: I said.
Coach I don't think Triple D can run two miles up a hill both ways sir.

Austin: Your just as stupid, as him.
I know he can't run two miles up a hill both ways you god damn stupid Son Of a Bitch!!
I was a damn joke!!
Unbelievable these kids today!!
What happen to the days of kick'en ass and taken Names!
Son of a Bitch!!!

Austin bust through the door and walks off to his office just shaken his head as he walks off.

Thunderbolt: Dude Drake what the hell did you do to piss him off?

Dustin just looks at Thunderbolt and shakes his head and laughs. He then climbs down out the ring and walks over to Thunderbolt.

Drake: That wasn't him pissed off Thunderbolt, that was him in a good mood.
Man I thought you were going to be here to help me train today, instead I got stuck with the Trainees.

Thunderbolt: Sorry man I had to take care of some stuff.
I couldn't get out of it.

Drake: The Wife?

Thunderbolt: I do not wish to discus it.

Drake: So it was the wife.
That is fine mate, family should always come first.

Thunderbolt: Speaking of Family did Kensi get that gift Adriana and I sent her?

Drake: Yeah she got it. She was very happy with it.
Kensi wants to know when you and Adriana will be coming to see her.

Thunderbolt: Next week some time hopefully.
So I hear your going to be a guest on Live with Jericho later tonight?

Drake: Yeah but I need to finish up my Training for the day first.
I need to go hit the weights would you care to join me mate?

Thunderbolt: Sure why not.

Dustin and Thunderbolt head over to the weight center to get in a good work out before the end of their day of training. The Scene then fades out to black.

Later That night...............

The scene opens up as we see Dustin Diamond Drake and Chris Jericho seating around a pod cast studio, Chris and Dustin look as if there talking about the show. After a few seconds we see the gone live light go on, and Christ turns on his microphone.

Chris: Hello and welcome to Live with Chris Jericho!!
I'm here with this week special guest who just signed with XWF!
Dustin Diamond Drake.

Hello and welcome to Live with Chris Jericho, Dustin

Dustin; Thank you Chris I'm glad to be here.

Chris: Dustin you just signed a contract with XWF, although it currently only short term.
How do you feel about it.

Dustin: Well Chris it feels pretty damn good XWF is one of the hottest feds out there right now and I'm glad to now be officially a part of it.

Chris: I have known you for 6yrs now and I know your going through alot of personal stuff with you beautiful yet very new family right now.
How do you find the time, yet emotional strength to keep going?

Dustin: Yes I am Chris and it has been really hard as of late when it concerns my Wife Terra and her little sister Kensi who is currently fighting a rare form of cancer and my wife and I have latterly taken up the part of main care givers to her because we have the money to do so but it getting harder and harder every day.

Chris: Your wife Terra is also a professional wrestler as well, but she is currently unsigned and one of the hottest free agents out there.
Rumor has it that she would also like to get back in the ring and the XWF is keeping and Eye on her.
Do you think if XWF gives her a chance to sign with them do you think she'll take it, or do you think her love for her baby sister and being with her in the heart breaking moment in her life stay home to take care of Kensi?

Dustin: Yes Terra is one of the hottest free agents out there today, but she is only 20yrs old and feels that she needs more training before she sign to the big leagues, but to be honest I think she would jump at the chance to sign with the XWF, all thought no matter what her sister Kensi will always come first.
Kensi wants Terra to get back into the sport more then anything.

Chris: So your saying that you believe Terra if given the opportunity will sign with XWF?

Dustin: Yes I believe she will Chris and I hope she does.

Chris: Now why don't you tell us the story of how you meet your wife Terra, Kensi and their family.

Dustin: Oh wow man, just put me on the spot.
I meet my wife Terra back when I was in NXT through make a wish foundation, I was Kensi wish.
She wanted to meet me in person because I was her favorite NXT Superstar, and her wish was to meet me and go to one of my matches live which I was more then happy to grant.
Then one match became two, then three, and then finally I brought to my Pay Per View match which I dedicated to her which I won.
After a few months it turned into a year and Before I knew I was Dating Terra and we quickly feel in love and we ended up getting married early this year after shortly having our first child.

Chris: That's right you and Terra had your very own daughter shortly before you got married.
How does it feel to be a farther?

Dustin: Oh man It feels so great.
The Happiness that it brings me each and every day man to be a farther is amazing.
You know what I'm taking about.

Chris: Yes I do I have three children of my own.
Now lets get to your début match you will be having this weekend at XWF Relentless.
You will be in a Tag team match with Lux Lyden who has been given to you as a tag team partner.
If you and Lux Lyden win the match the two of you will have the chance to continue on as a tag team and as well you will be given a Tag team championship shot against the XWF tag team Champions.
Although You have two options to choose from.
Option one: If you and Lux Lyden win you will have the choice to continue on as a tag team and have a Tag team Title shot.
Option Two: The two of you can split as a tag team and choose new partners, in which you both will also have the opportunity to have a Tag team Title shot with your chosen partner.
So what will you do?

Dustin: Well Chris like I said to Steve Sayors the other day.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet if my team wins.
I haven't decide if I going to continue on with Lux or not.

Chris: Well if you choose Option 2, who will you pick as your Partner?

Dustin: I would more then Likely pick Thunderbolt X as my new Tag Partner because the two of us go way back, we started the business Together and the two of us have been Tag team Champions together in the past and we were a damn good tag team.

Chris: Well Dustin that is all the time we have for now.
I want to wish you best of luck on your match for tomorrow.

Dustin: Thank you Chris

End Scene...........]]> <![CDATA[Villains & Heroes]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20990 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 13:25:07 -0700 Steve "KingSlayer" Davids]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20990 Power Can Corrupt Us All


Backstory: Ricky Desmond used to be Steve Davids manager. After Steve lost his championship Ricky gave up all hope on Steve. He abandoned him and did not try to find him. He decided it was high time he got back in the ring. His business, Desmond Towers, was thriving.

Now Davids is waking up, after ending up at his Godfather’s house. Following his defeat to John Samuels at the hands of Theo Pryce, Steve has been plotting revenge on those who have wronged him.

Two weeks later.

First Person Switch – Perspective: Steve Davids

I paced up and down the room as Clive and Ambrose showed me more clips of Ricky claiming that I was nothing without him. That he was the reason I became the Universal Champion. What a load of codswallop. I won the briefcase and I took the opportunity to cash in on Theo Pryce. He did nothing but watch. I stood amongst the flames and instead of burning to a crisp I walked out, unscathed and defeated Theo Pryce for the championship. Finally, I had climbed to the top of the mountain.

“Steve. I know you do not care for me but he has become a massive problem. He is taking businesses all across London down. Playing us one by one. He needs putting in his place before it gets out of his hand. I know my business will be fine, but seeing my friends crumble in front of me, begging me for help… desperate of a way out… it’s just the most awful thing.”

I thought of Blaine, my dead uncle. What would he have done? I have no doubt he would have helped Clive. Why had I never been told about Clive though…? My own Godfather. It was slightly suspicious to say the least, but I’m not sure it mattered at this point. I spoke this week of Vengeance.

Ricky needed to feel my vengeance, and if I got to help people in the process then that was an excellent bonus.

“I’m sure it’s awful for you Clive, but what the fuck do you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to shake him up. Shit him up.”

So I did.

For weeks on end I haunted him. Appeared where he didn’t expect. Caused trouble across his building and simply tried to freak him out.

I would go into detail but that story has already been told before by Ricky Desmond and how scared that coward was.

Until this point. Although I had scared him… I was yet to actually encounter him, one to one for a conversation. It only seem prudent that I explain what I was doing…. I mean, I’m not like Glisten. I don’t pretend to be all that mysterious.

I arrived at Desmond towers. The building was closed and I knew there would only be two people left. His trusted security guard and him. It was easy enough to get in though, if you knew Ricky well enough.

His security guard left before him under Ricky’s orders, and as he did I grabbed the guard from behind and choked him out until he was out cold. I didn’t kill him, which would be needlessly excessive. I took the key and entered the building. Then I took the lift to Ricky’s floor, the one below the bar, of course.

Ricky saw the lights changing above the elevator and stood staring at it, his hand slowly reached towards the baseball bat below his desk. As the doors opened I emerged, thunder in my eyes. Sweat trickled down Ricky’s face, he was immediately terrified. I would be too if a man who has been haunting you for weeks emerged from nothing.

“How….”

“It doesn’t matter how Rick. What matters is what you’ve been doing. What you have done to other local businessmen and more importantly their employees. I do not care for greedy men like you. I do not care for money myself. But when innocent men are suffering at your hands, that’s when I have a problem. Oh and by the way isn’t it cute that you’re happy to stand by me while I am at the top but as soon as I fall you jump ship. You’ve always been a coward but this, this, well now, this another level. You scared of a bit of competition aye Rick? Well listen to me and listen well. If you do not stop putting people out of work, I will be back. You won’t know when, you won’t know why, you won’t know where. Just heed this. Wherever you go, my storm will follow you.”

“Yes? And what of my storm Steve? I am not scared of you anymore. You’re a shell of a man I have no doubt. That title meant too much to you.”

“Ha. You seem to have forgotten your own words Ricky. What did you say as that lid shut down? As you walked away from me. You turned your back on me but you said ‘Steve Davids Always Comes Back… Stronger.’ Well Now I am back and you were not wrong. I am stronger than ever.”

“And let me guess, you’re going to crawl back to the XWF?”

“You’re god damn right I am going back. I won’t be crawling though. I will go with my head held high. My reign was nothing to be ashamed of. Most people don’t even get the opportunity to hold the belt. You for example, you’ll never hold that title and you know it. In fact, I doubt you’ll ever hold any title. Now Rick, I don’t think you’ve quite understood the purpose of me being here. Are you going to stop shutting down local businesses or are you going to continue to strive to total power? I swear you would take over the world if you could!”

“Evil has never been my intentions Steve. People try to take me on, so I take them down. Sure, a few times I may have instigated it myself but that’s what wise businessmen do.”

“Yes, well I’m not a businessman and I do not give a fuck. Anyway, it would be pretty shit if I didn’t get even a little bit of revenge.”

I rushed at him, he went low with the baseball bat but I leaped over it and took him down with a clothesline. I grabbed the bat from him as he quickly got to his feet.

“Now Rick, do we have to make this difficult? I mean, you’ve got such a pretty face. It would be such a shame if something bad were to happen to it. Those teeth, they’re so white and pearly. What if a few of them were to go missing?”

“GET OUT OF MY OFFICE STEVE. Or I swear I will call the police.”

“You have far too much pride to call the police Rick, you always did and you always will.”

He knew I had got him. He slowly moved backwards and I knew he was looking for another weapon so I skipped towards him and swiped his legs out then held the bat to his throat.

“Please…”

I grabbed him by his tie and pulled him to his feet before flinging him across the room to the floor. He was by the elevator and pressed the button. He tried to escape by getting into it but as it was about to shut I managed to swipe the bat in between the rapidly closing doors.

Ricky took advantage though and kicked be in the bollocks before planting me with a DDT between the elevator doors. He stepped out and pressed close so that the doors would shut on my head but I rolled forwards just in time. As he ran at me I scooped him into the air and lifted him over my shoulder. He landed on his back. As he got up I kicked him in the stomach then planted him with the Game Over (Praying Mantis Bomb).

He roared out in pain. I stood over him

“You see Rick, I really didn’t want to have to send a message that way. I hope you have learnt your lesson because next time I won’t be so forgiving do you understand.”

He looked up, lifeless. No response.

“I SAID… DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” I roared.

He nodded slowly, a bit of sweat fell into his eyes.

“Good.”

I kicked him one last time. Then picked up the baseball bat and smashed the frame his degree was in to pieces before launching the baseball bat through his window and leaving.

Probably didn’t need to the last bit but it felt good.

I took a deep breath and left, returning to my employer.

“Is it done?” Clive asked as I entered the room. He and Ambrose were suited up drinking whisky. This was my kinda evening.

So I suited up and joined them before answering his question.

“I SAID… Is it done?”

“It should be. If he goes out of line again, let me know. Next time I’ll fuck things up a little worse.”

“Okay good… He’s a slimy man and I know this certainly isn’t the end.”

“Amen to that.” Ambrose joined in, raising his glass.

We all raised our glasses and drunk.

“Now, how about you get back in the ring?” Clive asked and winked at me.

“I am already scheduled for a match at the pay-per-view against Glisten and Drew Archyle.”

“Good you already know. Well don’t let me down… I have big money on you.”

“Woah, that’s not cool Clive.”

“Relax, go enjoy yourself.”

I sighed and left the room shaking my head.]]> Power Can Corrupt Us All


Backstory: Ricky Desmond used to be Steve Davids manager. After Steve lost his championship Ricky gave up all hope on Steve. He abandoned him and did not try to find him. He decided it was high time he got back in the ring. His business, Desmond Towers, was thriving.

Now Davids is waking up, after ending up at his Godfather’s house. Following his defeat to John Samuels at the hands of Theo Pryce, Steve has been plotting revenge on those who have wronged him.

Two weeks later.

First Person Switch – Perspective: Steve Davids

I paced up and down the room as Clive and Ambrose showed me more clips of Ricky claiming that I was nothing without him. That he was the reason I became the Universal Champion. What a load of codswallop. I won the briefcase and I took the opportunity to cash in on Theo Pryce. He did nothing but watch. I stood amongst the flames and instead of burning to a crisp I walked out, unscathed and defeated Theo Pryce for the championship. Finally, I had climbed to the top of the mountain.

“Steve. I know you do not care for me but he has become a massive problem. He is taking businesses all across London down. Playing us one by one. He needs putting in his place before it gets out of his hand. I know my business will be fine, but seeing my friends crumble in front of me, begging me for help… desperate of a way out… it’s just the most awful thing.”

I thought of Blaine, my dead uncle. What would he have done? I have no doubt he would have helped Clive. Why had I never been told about Clive though…? My own Godfather. It was slightly suspicious to say the least, but I’m not sure it mattered at this point. I spoke this week of Vengeance.

Ricky needed to feel my vengeance, and if I got to help people in the process then that was an excellent bonus.

“I’m sure it’s awful for you Clive, but what the fuck do you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to shake him up. Shit him up.”

So I did.

For weeks on end I haunted him. Appeared where he didn’t expect. Caused trouble across his building and simply tried to freak him out.

I would go into detail but that story has already been told before by Ricky Desmond and how scared that coward was.

Until this point. Although I had scared him… I was yet to actually encounter him, one to one for a conversation. It only seem prudent that I explain what I was doing…. I mean, I’m not like Glisten. I don’t pretend to be all that mysterious.

I arrived at Desmond towers. The building was closed and I knew there would only be two people left. His trusted security guard and him. It was easy enough to get in though, if you knew Ricky well enough.

His security guard left before him under Ricky’s orders, and as he did I grabbed the guard from behind and choked him out until he was out cold. I didn’t kill him, which would be needlessly excessive. I took the key and entered the building. Then I took the lift to Ricky’s floor, the one below the bar, of course.

Ricky saw the lights changing above the elevator and stood staring at it, his hand slowly reached towards the baseball bat below his desk. As the doors opened I emerged, thunder in my eyes. Sweat trickled down Ricky’s face, he was immediately terrified. I would be too if a man who has been haunting you for weeks emerged from nothing.

“How….”

“It doesn’t matter how Rick. What matters is what you’ve been doing. What you have done to other local businessmen and more importantly their employees. I do not care for greedy men like you. I do not care for money myself. But when innocent men are suffering at your hands, that’s when I have a problem. Oh and by the way isn’t it cute that you’re happy to stand by me while I am at the top but as soon as I fall you jump ship. You’ve always been a coward but this, this, well now, this another level. You scared of a bit of competition aye Rick? Well listen to me and listen well. If you do not stop putting people out of work, I will be back. You won’t know when, you won’t know why, you won’t know where. Just heed this. Wherever you go, my storm will follow you.”

“Yes? And what of my storm Steve? I am not scared of you anymore. You’re a shell of a man I have no doubt. That title meant too much to you.”

“Ha. You seem to have forgotten your own words Ricky. What did you say as that lid shut down? As you walked away from me. You turned your back on me but you said ‘Steve Davids Always Comes Back… Stronger.’ Well Now I am back and you were not wrong. I am stronger than ever.”

“And let me guess, you’re going to crawl back to the XWF?”

“You’re god damn right I am going back. I won’t be crawling though. I will go with my head held high. My reign was nothing to be ashamed of. Most people don’t even get the opportunity to hold the belt. You for example, you’ll never hold that title and you know it. In fact, I doubt you’ll ever hold any title. Now Rick, I don’t think you’ve quite understood the purpose of me being here. Are you going to stop shutting down local businesses or are you going to continue to strive to total power? I swear you would take over the world if you could!”

“Evil has never been my intentions Steve. People try to take me on, so I take them down. Sure, a few times I may have instigated it myself but that’s what wise businessmen do.”

“Yes, well I’m not a businessman and I do not give a fuck. Anyway, it would be pretty shit if I didn’t get even a little bit of revenge.”

I rushed at him, he went low with the baseball bat but I leaped over it and took him down with a clothesline. I grabbed the bat from him as he quickly got to his feet.

“Now Rick, do we have to make this difficult? I mean, you’ve got such a pretty face. It would be such a shame if something bad were to happen to it. Those teeth, they’re so white and pearly. What if a few of them were to go missing?”

“GET OUT OF MY OFFICE STEVE. Or I swear I will call the police.”

“You have far too much pride to call the police Rick, you always did and you always will.”

He knew I had got him. He slowly moved backwards and I knew he was looking for another weapon so I skipped towards him and swiped his legs out then held the bat to his throat.

“Please…”

I grabbed him by his tie and pulled him to his feet before flinging him across the room to the floor. He was by the elevator and pressed the button. He tried to escape by getting into it but as it was about to shut I managed to swipe the bat in between the rapidly closing doors.

Ricky took advantage though and kicked be in the bollocks before planting me with a DDT between the elevator doors. He stepped out and pressed close so that the doors would shut on my head but I rolled forwards just in time. As he ran at me I scooped him into the air and lifted him over my shoulder. He landed on his back. As he got up I kicked him in the stomach then planted him with the Game Over (Praying Mantis Bomb).

He roared out in pain. I stood over him

“You see Rick, I really didn’t want to have to send a message that way. I hope you have learnt your lesson because next time I won’t be so forgiving do you understand.”

He looked up, lifeless. No response.

“I SAID… DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” I roared.

He nodded slowly, a bit of sweat fell into his eyes.

“Good.”

I kicked him one last time. Then picked up the baseball bat and smashed the frame his degree was in to pieces before launching the baseball bat through his window and leaving.

Probably didn’t need to the last bit but it felt good.

I took a deep breath and left, returning to my employer.

“Is it done?” Clive asked as I entered the room. He and Ambrose were suited up drinking whisky. This was my kinda evening.

So I suited up and joined them before answering his question.

“I SAID… Is it done?”

“It should be. If he goes out of line again, let me know. Next time I’ll fuck things up a little worse.”

“Okay good… He’s a slimy man and I know this certainly isn’t the end.”

“Amen to that.” Ambrose joined in, raising his glass.

We all raised our glasses and drunk.

“Now, how about you get back in the ring?” Clive asked and winked at me.

“I am already scheduled for a match at the pay-per-view against Glisten and Drew Archyle.”

“Good you already know. Well don’t let me down… I have big money on you.”

“Woah, that’s not cool Clive.”

“Relax, go enjoy yourself.”

I sighed and left the room shaking my head.]]> <![CDATA[Warcry or some shit like that]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20987 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 11:21:52 -0700 Steve "KingSlayer" Davids]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20987 Today.

He who has the fiercest roar often wins the war.
That much has always been true to those that knew.
Are you too blind to see what has happened to me?
My demons are stronger than ever giving me the urge to sever.
When all is said and done, we’ll still be having fun.
Power, strength and fire, what more could you desire?
The man, the legend, your hero and mine, Steve Davids.


My eyes were closed but flames burnt deep within them. I had not quite settled into my new home as fast as I had hoped. It was far more comfortable than that casket I used to sleep in though. It seems as though all of those things that I had got up to since then had been pretty much irrelevant to the XWF since then. Well at least directly. I had been haunting Ricky Desmond for several weeks, but I will explain that some other time.

Eventually I awoke and my misty dreams faded into the foggy abyss. There were stories to be told, but today was not about telling a story. Today was about hitting my opponents hard. I needed to analyse, to think and to find their weak spots. The truth is, before today I knew very little of Drew Archyle and Glisten. I didn’t even know much about my tag team partner LJ Havok if truth be told. My memories of him were weak, which means he could not have proven himself to be that strong the last time in which I saw him. Hopefully he had grown since then. I would hate to have to carry him. For now it was all about having faith that he could pull through when needed.

So I woke up. I prepared for the day… Then I analysed. I read into their characters, I delved into their promos and I found what little I could find that was actually interesting and I compiled into a series of clips on my iPad that I plugged into the projector.

My blood was cold and my skin was petrous. I stared into the camera lens with intensity, sweat dripping down my skin as I wore all black. My hair had grown longer and even more out of control than usual. I smirked before beginning to speak.

“Glisten, Drew. Listen to me, and listen well. I do not know you both yet, my absence may have left me naïve but I am not afraid. You both have more in common than you might think. The intensity, the strangeness and the passion… Well that’s something to be admired. You see I didn’t want to make a big song and dance about my return because I have not earned one. I vanished off the face of the Earth when I lost my match against Samuels and that was by choice. I have been busy training and corrupting the hollow minds of others in my absence but I COULD have returned if I had wanted to. Why would I though? Why would I come back? I lost everything that I held dear. Everything! One more run, my fans would tell me, one more fun Steve. This is not the last run. This is but a mere flash, to say hello, kick some ass and leave. Unfortunately I am not ready to return forever, not just yet. Not for a little while. One day though, I shall take over this company and stand on top of the mountain once more. That climb starts this weekend though. That climb shall be relentless and I start with two excellent opponents. The strange one. The deluded one. Glisten. The strange one. The deluded one. Drew Archyle. Oh what a pair you two shall make…”

I clear my throat and curl up in a ball and cradle myself for a moment, a sadistic tear trickles down my face. Then I stop and concentrate once more. I press play.

Quote: "Because I'm unique? I get it. You and everyone else see me as unique, or different, but I see myself as normal and everyone else are the ones unique. I'm open while they are closed. What about you?"

Then pause.

“For a moment Glisten, I truly thought I was the naïve one. Yet here you are making the most ridiculous statements I have ever heard. Everyone on this planet is unique, everyone. You are simply as unique as I am and LJ is as unique as Drew is. You though may like to believe that perhaps you are one of a kind, or that’s certainly what you have implied at least. Well, you’re not. A creepy deranged freak attempting to play mind games? That’s not original Glisten. You and you’re deranged fetishes, that’s nothing new. Goldust and Snitsky did it in the WWE. Dean Moxley McGovern and Frodo Smackins have done it here. You’re trying to play mind games with your opponents but I am afraid it will not work with me. You want to dance? You want our bodies to integrate? You want me to feel all of you? Well how about my fist integrates with your fist? I teach you the dance they call ‘Shockwave’? And instead of me feeling all of you, you can feel all of me covering you for a pin. 1…2…3 because that’s as enjoyable as things are going to get for you I am afraid. I shall put you and the rest of the XWF fans out of their misery when I put you down.”

I howl for a moment, sprinting around the room before sitting back down with a sadistic smile on my face. I press play.

Quote: Glisten quickly changes the mood by showing Drew a sex toy labeled "Davids" with a picture of Stevie Davids wrapped around it. Drew starts to laugh.


"So do you actually use this? This is completely fucked up, while also amazing."


"Once, but it's rather small. It's just a tease, Drew. A large box on the outside, but once you open it, what a let down."

And then pause.

“Hahaha. I must admit Glisten, this was mildly amusing. Smut and amusement won’t win you shit though. I mean, what have you actually accomplished? What have you actually done? I mean, to imply that I have in anyway shape or form been a let-down is entirely ridiculous. I’m a two time Xtreme Champion. A former Television Champion. A former briefcase holder. Two time Lethal Lottery finalist… And most importantly… former kick of the mountain, former Universal Champion. If that’s disappointing Glisten then you need to lower your expectations son. It is okay, I am sure even you could get some blubber if you wanted it. We all do it, even the best of us.”

Quote: "Oh, Mister Davids breast. How strong and big, and easy to grab. I will plunge my face between them and let him do as he wishes, just for a moment, then I'll make sure he feels every ounce of Glisten. I hope their bodies don't disappoint me too much, since we both know their skills will. Maybe we can get go grab an innocent drink afterwards?"

“Skill? Ha. Glisten, listen. I am often criticised for my wrestling ability. No I am not a skilful competitor. No I am not technically gifted. Yet I can break bodies and win matches all the same. Perhaps my skill will disappoint… My wrestling skill has always been in question. The day I got here the fans bellowed at me ‘You can’t wrestle.’ That bothered me at first, as if I should please them, as if I should please you. I will do as I please. I will decimate you. Through sheer power. Through sheer sadistic torture. You don’t need to be a great wrestler to fight like I can. I will show that on Saturday evening when instead of playing with your sex toys or enjoying a drink with Drew you’ll be stuck up in hospital licking your oh so delicious wounds. Come on Glisten. You’ve got more than what you’re offering me. So far these mind games have been rather dull, rather plain, and not all that original. Mayhaps it is you who is the disappointment after all. OWWWWW. It’s such a shame neither of you are kings, I am trying to make that my thing. A real life Jaime Lannister, hot damn.”

Play.

Quote:"How special those two men are. One has large breasts and very tall, while the other is a little short but a big mouth. I can only imagine what could happen in their locker room before our match even starts. The rubbing of oil on each others bodies. The nice pep talks. The calm before the explosion. It makes me wish I were in there with them, but I already know I'm on their mind. Everyone loves gold and I'm covered in it. Everyone is taken by the mysterious and who is more mysterious than I. I hope they don't get too exhausted before they enter the ring with me and Drew. I don't know what Drew is planning on doing to them, but I definitely what the after. They'll be slippery, covered in all our sweat. There's only one way to stop a person with a big mouth from talking and that's to shove something in their mouth. Oh, LJ. I can't wait to teach you how to be quiet, but if you don't, I know how to deal with those kinds of people too."

Pause.

“I am not special. I am far from that. I am quite the opposite in act. I have done the most dreadful of things to people. Burned them. Tortured them. Killed them. Yet here I stand as free as a bird floating amongst the clouds. Society lets freaks like you and psychopaths like me run free because this society accepts corruption, evil, and weirdness. That’s what this world is now. Oh and I really do hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there’ll be no pre match oil ups or pep talks. LJ is free to do his thing, and I am going to do mine. Sorry to destroy that fantasy of yours. As for gold, well gold does not interest me, it never has. Money doesn’t interest me, and the colour, well it’s just a little bit tacky isn’t it. Unless it’s the good kind, the gold that I can hold upon my shoulder or wrap around my waist, and I am referring to the championship belts before you make some smutty joke. Mysterious? What’s so mysterious about you? Perhaps I am failing to see this mystery… Usually a mystery needs solving or is at least wanted solving. No one cares why you’re the way you are glisten. It is no mystery. You’re just a creep in face paint who thinks that he can fight and I am going to prove that… is the only reality here. Anyway enough of you… I would hate to leave Drew out, I know he’s lonely lad.”

Play.

Quote: THE MANAGER SAID: I set up the triple threat match that will see Drew Archyle take on two legends. One of which is a former Xtreme and Universal Champion. That's right. In Drew Archyle's first ever XWF Pay Per View Event he will be taking on Steve Davids and LJ Havok. Two legends of the XWF who now moonlight as hired henchmen for management. Specifically Kirk McClay.
_________________________________________
Why yes Drew, as a matter of fact you are absolutely right. Nothing. No titles reigns. No notable victories of any kind. It's almost as if LH Havok has made a career out of flying under the radar. But then I thought to myself, that can't be, not with the way LJ Havok has addressed my client in the weeks leading up to the Pay Per View so then I decided to dig a little further and what I found was truly shocking. LJ Havok hasn't just flown under the radar, he's never even appeared on it. It's like he's invisible, a ghost even and the truth is that is exactly what is going to happen at the Pay Per View. The card may say Drew Archyle and Glisten taking on Steve Davids and LJ Havok but it's really Drew Archyle and Glisten against Steve Davids and that other guy. Isn't that right?

Pause.

“Sorry what? Drew, who exactly have you hired as your manager? The guy’s a contradicting fuckwit. He described LJ as a legend but then went on to claim that he has never appeared on the radar. Now, LJ certainly is not a legend. I can agree with that. As for the radar thing, I don’t think he’s even appeared on Google maps yet. I felt the need to point out how your manager is though. To describe LJ as a legend at any point is utterly ludicrous but then to contradict his own words just a few hours later – at least it felt like hours with all that boring, irrelevant, unnecessary drivel that sorta happened in the middle is completely dumb. I am still trying to get over how one person can be so fucking thick to be honest. It’s making me think of that time I faced JT fucking C. That’s how much of a dopey cunt your manager is. In turn it’s made you look pretty damn stupid as well for hiring someone with down’s syndrome to represent you, honestly. I also do not know what all this bullshit is about henchmen of Kirk McClay. I can’t promise you that LJ isn’t giving him a reach around on his off time but me, well I do not fight with or against management for the time being. Simply because… I don’t really know what’s gone on. There’s so much catching up to do you see. Do me a favour though Drew, fire that lump of lard you’ve got for a manager… please.”

Play.

Quote: "What do you mean? They just said that Davids has a thing for whales, he likes to hunt them down and stick his harpoon in them."

Pause.

“Oh I don’t have a thing for whales my man. Sometimes it’s just easier to get laid that way. Ain’t nobody got time for chasing skinny white bitches around night clubs until they’re drunk enough. Besides, fat bitches try harder. Well usually anyway. The last one I shagged lay there like a blubbering whale as we went at it on a sunbed. I rolled her over onto the beach, exactly where she belonged. Fucking beach whale sket. The one before that rode me until my banjo string broke, yeah that wasn’t quite as fun as I thought. The one before that starfished until she was satisfied and then told me to finish myself off. How thoughtful of her. Starfished is where they lay there and take it in missionary by the way for those inexperienced folk out there, probably my tag team partner. Enough of discussing my sex life anyway. Those stories are meant to be saved for dear friends not geezers I have never even had a conversation with. Sheesh. Don’t be scared to blast a fat chick though Drew, who knows, you might like the big white chocolate and go back for some more. Most of us delve into the candyfloss pussy more than once.”

“Oh and it’s good to see you and your manager see eye to eye. So much so that he calls me a legend and you call me a disappointment. Those title reigns are not tainted. I won those championships fair and square. You can deny it all you like. I do not care. The title history will always read: Steve Davids. Tell me Drew, what have you won? Oh? Jack fucking shit that anyone actually cares about. Go and do something more important than bitching and whining about management because you have not got your own way. Such a fucking joker...”

“I am done with this shit for today. I think I have made my intentions clear and shut down all of the bullshit that you two have been spewing this week. Apologies for my late arrival… But I am here now, and it’s about time someone shut you morons up. LJ, try and prove a point this week please, these two think they’re in for an easy ride. Let’s prove them wrong… Glisten… Drew… Be careful as you next close your eyes because there will be no dreams tonight, not even wet ones for you Glisten, just a nightmare. A crushing thought that you have to get in the ring with one of the most dominant men that ever competed in the XWF. You see I am down in the record books as one of the top thirty competitors that ever stepped into the XWF ring. You two are not fit to shine my boots. A lot of people come and go, yet I am still there. Cemented in history. Good luck you blithering buffoons… The venom that runs through these veins will make me victorious… Just you wait and see.

All Men Must Fall.”

I cackle as the camera shot fades.]]> Today.

He who has the fiercest roar often wins the war.
That much has always been true to those that knew.
Are you too blind to see what has happened to me?
My demons are stronger than ever giving me the urge to sever.
When all is said and done, we’ll still be having fun.
Power, strength and fire, what more could you desire?
The man, the legend, your hero and mine, Steve Davids.


My eyes were closed but flames burnt deep within them. I had not quite settled into my new home as fast as I had hoped. It was far more comfortable than that casket I used to sleep in though. It seems as though all of those things that I had got up to since then had been pretty much irrelevant to the XWF since then. Well at least directly. I had been haunting Ricky Desmond for several weeks, but I will explain that some other time.

Eventually I awoke and my misty dreams faded into the foggy abyss. There were stories to be told, but today was not about telling a story. Today was about hitting my opponents hard. I needed to analyse, to think and to find their weak spots. The truth is, before today I knew very little of Drew Archyle and Glisten. I didn’t even know much about my tag team partner LJ Havok if truth be told. My memories of him were weak, which means he could not have proven himself to be that strong the last time in which I saw him. Hopefully he had grown since then. I would hate to have to carry him. For now it was all about having faith that he could pull through when needed.

So I woke up. I prepared for the day… Then I analysed. I read into their characters, I delved into their promos and I found what little I could find that was actually interesting and I compiled into a series of clips on my iPad that I plugged into the projector.

My blood was cold and my skin was petrous. I stared into the camera lens with intensity, sweat dripping down my skin as I wore all black. My hair had grown longer and even more out of control than usual. I smirked before beginning to speak.

“Glisten, Drew. Listen to me, and listen well. I do not know you both yet, my absence may have left me naïve but I am not afraid. You both have more in common than you might think. The intensity, the strangeness and the passion… Well that’s something to be admired. You see I didn’t want to make a big song and dance about my return because I have not earned one. I vanished off the face of the Earth when I lost my match against Samuels and that was by choice. I have been busy training and corrupting the hollow minds of others in my absence but I COULD have returned if I had wanted to. Why would I though? Why would I come back? I lost everything that I held dear. Everything! One more run, my fans would tell me, one more fun Steve. This is not the last run. This is but a mere flash, to say hello, kick some ass and leave. Unfortunately I am not ready to return forever, not just yet. Not for a little while. One day though, I shall take over this company and stand on top of the mountain once more. That climb starts this weekend though. That climb shall be relentless and I start with two excellent opponents. The strange one. The deluded one. Glisten. The strange one. The deluded one. Drew Archyle. Oh what a pair you two shall make…”

I clear my throat and curl up in a ball and cradle myself for a moment, a sadistic tear trickles down my face. Then I stop and concentrate once more. I press play.

Quote: "Because I'm unique? I get it. You and everyone else see me as unique, or different, but I see myself as normal and everyone else are the ones unique. I'm open while they are closed. What about you?"

Then pause.

“For a moment Glisten, I truly thought I was the naïve one. Yet here you are making the most ridiculous statements I have ever heard. Everyone on this planet is unique, everyone. You are simply as unique as I am and LJ is as unique as Drew is. You though may like to believe that perhaps you are one of a kind, or that’s certainly what you have implied at least. Well, you’re not. A creepy deranged freak attempting to play mind games? That’s not original Glisten. You and you’re deranged fetishes, that’s nothing new. Goldust and Snitsky did it in the WWE. Dean Moxley McGovern and Frodo Smackins have done it here. You’re trying to play mind games with your opponents but I am afraid it will not work with me. You want to dance? You want our bodies to integrate? You want me to feel all of you? Well how about my fist integrates with your fist? I teach you the dance they call ‘Shockwave’? And instead of me feeling all of you, you can feel all of me covering you for a pin. 1…2…3 because that’s as enjoyable as things are going to get for you I am afraid. I shall put you and the rest of the XWF fans out of their misery when I put you down.”

I howl for a moment, sprinting around the room before sitting back down with a sadistic smile on my face. I press play.

Quote: Glisten quickly changes the mood by showing Drew a sex toy labeled "Davids" with a picture of Stevie Davids wrapped around it. Drew starts to laugh.


"So do you actually use this? This is completely fucked up, while also amazing."


"Once, but it's rather small. It's just a tease, Drew. A large box on the outside, but once you open it, what a let down."

And then pause.

“Hahaha. I must admit Glisten, this was mildly amusing. Smut and amusement won’t win you shit though. I mean, what have you actually accomplished? What have you actually done? I mean, to imply that I have in anyway shape or form been a let-down is entirely ridiculous. I’m a two time Xtreme Champion. A former Television Champion. A former briefcase holder. Two time Lethal Lottery finalist… And most importantly… former kick of the mountain, former Universal Champion. If that’s disappointing Glisten then you need to lower your expectations son. It is okay, I am sure even you could get some blubber if you wanted it. We all do it, even the best of us.”

Quote: "Oh, Mister Davids breast. How strong and big, and easy to grab. I will plunge my face between them and let him do as he wishes, just for a moment, then I'll make sure he feels every ounce of Glisten. I hope their bodies don't disappoint me too much, since we both know their skills will. Maybe we can get go grab an innocent drink afterwards?"

“Skill? Ha. Glisten, listen. I am often criticised for my wrestling ability. No I am not a skilful competitor. No I am not technically gifted. Yet I can break bodies and win matches all the same. Perhaps my skill will disappoint… My wrestling skill has always been in question. The day I got here the fans bellowed at me ‘You can’t wrestle.’ That bothered me at first, as if I should please them, as if I should please you. I will do as I please. I will decimate you. Through sheer power. Through sheer sadistic torture. You don’t need to be a great wrestler to fight like I can. I will show that on Saturday evening when instead of playing with your sex toys or enjoying a drink with Drew you’ll be stuck up in hospital licking your oh so delicious wounds. Come on Glisten. You’ve got more than what you’re offering me. So far these mind games have been rather dull, rather plain, and not all that original. Mayhaps it is you who is the disappointment after all. OWWWWW. It’s such a shame neither of you are kings, I am trying to make that my thing. A real life Jaime Lannister, hot damn.”

Play.

Quote:"How special those two men are. One has large breasts and very tall, while the other is a little short but a big mouth. I can only imagine what could happen in their locker room before our match even starts. The rubbing of oil on each others bodies. The nice pep talks. The calm before the explosion. It makes me wish I were in there with them, but I already know I'm on their mind. Everyone loves gold and I'm covered in it. Everyone is taken by the mysterious and who is more mysterious than I. I hope they don't get too exhausted before they enter the ring with me and Drew. I don't know what Drew is planning on doing to them, but I definitely what the after. They'll be slippery, covered in all our sweat. There's only one way to stop a person with a big mouth from talking and that's to shove something in their mouth. Oh, LJ. I can't wait to teach you how to be quiet, but if you don't, I know how to deal with those kinds of people too."

Pause.

“I am not special. I am far from that. I am quite the opposite in act. I have done the most dreadful of things to people. Burned them. Tortured them. Killed them. Yet here I stand as free as a bird floating amongst the clouds. Society lets freaks like you and psychopaths like me run free because this society accepts corruption, evil, and weirdness. That’s what this world is now. Oh and I really do hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there’ll be no pre match oil ups or pep talks. LJ is free to do his thing, and I am going to do mine. Sorry to destroy that fantasy of yours. As for gold, well gold does not interest me, it never has. Money doesn’t interest me, and the colour, well it’s just a little bit tacky isn’t it. Unless it’s the good kind, the gold that I can hold upon my shoulder or wrap around my waist, and I am referring to the championship belts before you make some smutty joke. Mysterious? What’s so mysterious about you? Perhaps I am failing to see this mystery… Usually a mystery needs solving or is at least wanted solving. No one cares why you’re the way you are glisten. It is no mystery. You’re just a creep in face paint who thinks that he can fight and I am going to prove that… is the only reality here. Anyway enough of you… I would hate to leave Drew out, I know he’s lonely lad.”

Play.

Quote: THE MANAGER SAID: I set up the triple threat match that will see Drew Archyle take on two legends. One of which is a former Xtreme and Universal Champion. That's right. In Drew Archyle's first ever XWF Pay Per View Event he will be taking on Steve Davids and LJ Havok. Two legends of the XWF who now moonlight as hired henchmen for management. Specifically Kirk McClay.
_________________________________________
Why yes Drew, as a matter of fact you are absolutely right. Nothing. No titles reigns. No notable victories of any kind. It's almost as if LH Havok has made a career out of flying under the radar. But then I thought to myself, that can't be, not with the way LJ Havok has addressed my client in the weeks leading up to the Pay Per View so then I decided to dig a little further and what I found was truly shocking. LJ Havok hasn't just flown under the radar, he's never even appeared on it. It's like he's invisible, a ghost even and the truth is that is exactly what is going to happen at the Pay Per View. The card may say Drew Archyle and Glisten taking on Steve Davids and LJ Havok but it's really Drew Archyle and Glisten against Steve Davids and that other guy. Isn't that right?

Pause.

“Sorry what? Drew, who exactly have you hired as your manager? The guy’s a contradicting fuckwit. He described LJ as a legend but then went on to claim that he has never appeared on the radar. Now, LJ certainly is not a legend. I can agree with that. As for the radar thing, I don’t think he’s even appeared on Google maps yet. I felt the need to point out how your manager is though. To describe LJ as a legend at any point is utterly ludicrous but then to contradict his own words just a few hours later – at least it felt like hours with all that boring, irrelevant, unnecessary drivel that sorta happened in the middle is completely dumb. I am still trying to get over how one person can be so fucking thick to be honest. It’s making me think of that time I faced JT fucking C. That’s how much of a dopey cunt your manager is. In turn it’s made you look pretty damn stupid as well for hiring someone with down’s syndrome to represent you, honestly. I also do not know what all this bullshit is about henchmen of Kirk McClay. I can’t promise you that LJ isn’t giving him a reach around on his off time but me, well I do not fight with or against management for the time being. Simply because… I don’t really know what’s gone on. There’s so much catching up to do you see. Do me a favour though Drew, fire that lump of lard you’ve got for a manager… please.”

Play.

Quote: "What do you mean? They just said that Davids has a thing for whales, he likes to hunt them down and stick his harpoon in them."

Pause.

“Oh I don’t have a thing for whales my man. Sometimes it’s just easier to get laid that way. Ain’t nobody got time for chasing skinny white bitches around night clubs until they’re drunk enough. Besides, fat bitches try harder. Well usually anyway. The last one I shagged lay there like a blubbering whale as we went at it on a sunbed. I rolled her over onto the beach, exactly where she belonged. Fucking beach whale sket. The one before that rode me until my banjo string broke, yeah that wasn’t quite as fun as I thought. The one before that starfished until she was satisfied and then told me to finish myself off. How thoughtful of her. Starfished is where they lay there and take it in missionary by the way for those inexperienced folk out there, probably my tag team partner. Enough of discussing my sex life anyway. Those stories are meant to be saved for dear friends not geezers I have never even had a conversation with. Sheesh. Don’t be scared to blast a fat chick though Drew, who knows, you might like the big white chocolate and go back for some more. Most of us delve into the candyfloss pussy more than once.”

“Oh and it’s good to see you and your manager see eye to eye. So much so that he calls me a legend and you call me a disappointment. Those title reigns are not tainted. I won those championships fair and square. You can deny it all you like. I do not care. The title history will always read: Steve Davids. Tell me Drew, what have you won? Oh? Jack fucking shit that anyone actually cares about. Go and do something more important than bitching and whining about management because you have not got your own way. Such a fucking joker...”

“I am done with this shit for today. I think I have made my intentions clear and shut down all of the bullshit that you two have been spewing this week. Apologies for my late arrival… But I am here now, and it’s about time someone shut you morons up. LJ, try and prove a point this week please, these two think they’re in for an easy ride. Let’s prove them wrong… Glisten… Drew… Be careful as you next close your eyes because there will be no dreams tonight, not even wet ones for you Glisten, just a nightmare. A crushing thought that you have to get in the ring with one of the most dominant men that ever competed in the XWF. You see I am down in the record books as one of the top thirty competitors that ever stepped into the XWF ring. You two are not fit to shine my boots. A lot of people come and go, yet I am still there. Cemented in history. Good luck you blithering buffoons… The venom that runs through these veins will make me victorious… Just you wait and see.

All Men Must Fall.”

I cackle as the camera shot fades.]]> <![CDATA[The Cold Shoulder of Judgment]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20986 Fri, 31 Jul 2015 09:22:42 -0700 Glisten]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20986
We're in a home theater at Glisten's home with the lights dim and the movie Training Day is displayed by projection onto a screen. It's at the final scene where Denzel Washington gives his speech to the place he lives while surrounded by those who hate him,

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Glisten starts to clap lightly and presses mute on the remote control.


"There's a lot of similarities between Denzel Washington's character, Alonzo Harris, and LJ Havok. They are both delusional. They both are caught up in their own little world and believe all this hype that surrounds them. Let's look at Alonzo. He's this big bad cop who 'walks a higher path' and believes he's untouchable. He has the backing of the right people and knows how to deal with the law to make sure he gets what he wants. He screws up and messes with the wrong man, and for the first time, he's on the other side. He needs money. The once feared big bad wolf is now a baby needing to suck the moms tit for survival. When he's pushed in the corner with no where to go or nothing to do, he pulls out his wolf card and threatens people except for the fact everyone knows the tit has been pulled from his mouth. Empty threats. He says, "I'm the man up in this beast... I run shit here, you just live here... King Kong ain't got shit on me.... I'm winning anyway, I can't lose... You can shoot me but you can't kill me." He says all that with a bullet in his beautiful ass. Mmm, I wouldn't massaged the pain away and maybe he wouldn't be so angry in the last minutes of his life. "


Glisten seems to daze off thinking about massaging the injured butt-ox of Alonzo, but quickly comes back to thought.


"The man who was consumed with all this power became the one bent over, ready for the pounding. LJ wants to focus his words on my partner Drew, and even a man who's not involved in the match at all, Eli James. What's the matter, LJ? Does any thought about me make you rise to a different level? Does my name on your soft, pink lips make you wish it was still on your mothers tit? You spit out all this power talk like you have a hole that hasn't been filled up. Oh, LJ. I will fill any hole you need to make you complete, but you seem to be afraid of that. Alonzo claimed to be bigger than King Kong. Mmmmm. I bet he was bigger. LJ claims god may not exist, then claims to be one himself. LJ, honey, you exist to me. Don't tell me your something that may not exist. You're LJ Havok. You may not be as big as King Kong, and you may not be shot in the ass, but just like Alonzo, you will mess with the wrong person. And after our match is over, and you think about leaving again because it's too hard for you to handle, come over to my house and I'll soothe you. You won't have to go back to fighting in the ring and keep having your confidence drown. You don't have to worry about Eli James, god or any prophecy concerning you. All you'll have to worry about is remember our little magic safe word, but who wants to end the fun? Go ahead, darling, and keep giving me the cold shoulder. Use that magical tongue on Eli and Drew, because after the match, I'll let you use it on me in the back. Then, my sweet, will my name forever be on your heart and always circling your mind. Every time you hear someone say, "LJ, listen," you'll add that one little letter in the front and hear Glisten. Glisten. Glisten. And you'll use those perfect lips and passionate heart to tell everyone not to ignore me ever again."


Glisten reaches on the floor by his theater chair and pulls up a dildo that's in the shape of a gavel.


"The one thing you did tell me, LJ, is that you were gonna cast judgment on me."


Glisten is looking at the gavel dildo and is rubbing it with his hands.


"Whether you and your partner win, or myself and Drew win, I look forward to your judgment. I'll even bring the gavel. I can picture it now, darling. The match is over. Sweat dripping off our bodies. Heavy breathing due to the length of fighting. Drew makes his way out of the ring and there we three stand. Two men who wanted to beat me so much I would lay on the floor as they covered me up with their own body, or wanted to wrap me up in such a way I had to beg for release. You two stand in front of me. Davids with his large chest, broad shoulders, thick thighs, and ripped body. Havok with his soft silky hands and beautiful pink wet lips. LJ gets the gavel. I drop to my knees in surrender. LJ opens his mouth big and wide. He clinches this same gavel in his hand tight. We all make eye contact and forget anything around us. We're so caught up in the moment. Havok says, "Glisten, we found you guilty! You will be punished." He slams the gavel down to conclude the verdict. Davids and Havok handcuff me, take me to the back, and give me the beating they wanted to do as punishment. "


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"Davids comes from behind ready to squeeze me so I can't get away."


Glisten places the gavel into the seat beside him.


"I know you both may be afraid. You've both been gone a long time and may feel your both rusty. Not to worry, honey bees. I'll walk you through it all. You'll move like you haven't missed a step. We'll taste each others honey and all will be made right. Havok got to be the judge, I got to be the victim, and Davids got to be the muscle warrior. Maybe we can video tape the whole thing so the world can applaud our time together. It's going to be soo magical and relentless. Mmmmm. "


]]>
We're in a home theater at Glisten's home with the lights dim and the movie Training Day is displayed by projection onto a screen. It's at the final scene where Denzel Washington gives his speech to the place he lives while surrounded by those who hate him,

[Image: tumblr_nqnsyq41TI1rxdygro1_500.gif]


Glisten starts to clap lightly and presses mute on the remote control.


"There's a lot of similarities between Denzel Washington's character, Alonzo Harris, and LJ Havok. They are both delusional. They both are caught up in their own little world and believe all this hype that surrounds them. Let's look at Alonzo. He's this big bad cop who 'walks a higher path' and believes he's untouchable. He has the backing of the right people and knows how to deal with the law to make sure he gets what he wants. He screws up and messes with the wrong man, and for the first time, he's on the other side. He needs money. The once feared big bad wolf is now a baby needing to suck the moms tit for survival. When he's pushed in the corner with no where to go or nothing to do, he pulls out his wolf card and threatens people except for the fact everyone knows the tit has been pulled from his mouth. Empty threats. He says, "I'm the man up in this beast... I run shit here, you just live here... King Kong ain't got shit on me.... I'm winning anyway, I can't lose... You can shoot me but you can't kill me." He says all that with a bullet in his beautiful ass. Mmm, I wouldn't massaged the pain away and maybe he wouldn't be so angry in the last minutes of his life. "


Glisten seems to daze off thinking about massaging the injured butt-ox of Alonzo, but quickly comes back to thought.


"The man who was consumed with all this power became the one bent over, ready for the pounding. LJ wants to focus his words on my partner Drew, and even a man who's not involved in the match at all, Eli James. What's the matter, LJ? Does any thought about me make you rise to a different level? Does my name on your soft, pink lips make you wish it was still on your mothers tit? You spit out all this power talk like you have a hole that hasn't been filled up. Oh, LJ. I will fill any hole you need to make you complete, but you seem to be afraid of that. Alonzo claimed to be bigger than King Kong. Mmmmm. I bet he was bigger. LJ claims god may not exist, then claims to be one himself. LJ, honey, you exist to me. Don't tell me your something that may not exist. You're LJ Havok. You may not be as big as King Kong, and you may not be shot in the ass, but just like Alonzo, you will mess with the wrong person. And after our match is over, and you think about leaving again because it's too hard for you to handle, come over to my house and I'll soothe you. You won't have to go back to fighting in the ring and keep having your confidence drown. You don't have to worry about Eli James, god or any prophecy concerning you. All you'll have to worry about is remember our little magic safe word, but who wants to end the fun? Go ahead, darling, and keep giving me the cold shoulder. Use that magical tongue on Eli and Drew, because after the match, I'll let you use it on me in the back. Then, my sweet, will my name forever be on your heart and always circling your mind. Every time you hear someone say, "LJ, listen," you'll add that one little letter in the front and hear Glisten. Glisten. Glisten. And you'll use those perfect lips and passionate heart to tell everyone not to ignore me ever again."


Glisten reaches on the floor by his theater chair and pulls up a dildo that's in the shape of a gavel.


"The one thing you did tell me, LJ, is that you were gonna cast judgment on me."


Glisten is looking at the gavel dildo and is rubbing it with his hands.


"Whether you and your partner win, or myself and Drew win, I look forward to your judgment. I'll even bring the gavel. I can picture it now, darling. The match is over. Sweat dripping off our bodies. Heavy breathing due to the length of fighting. Drew makes his way out of the ring and there we three stand. Two men who wanted to beat me so much I would lay on the floor as they covered me up with their own body, or wanted to wrap me up in such a way I had to beg for release. You two stand in front of me. Davids with his large chest, broad shoulders, thick thighs, and ripped body. Havok with his soft silky hands and beautiful pink wet lips. LJ gets the gavel. I drop to my knees in surrender. LJ opens his mouth big and wide. He clinches this same gavel in his hand tight. We all make eye contact and forget anything around us. We're so caught up in the moment. Havok says, "Glisten, we found you guilty! You will be punished." He slams the gavel down to conclude the verdict. Davids and Havok handcuff me, take me to the back, and give me the beating they wanted to do as punishment. "


[Image: HsL9rVh.png]


"Davids comes from behind ready to squeeze me so I can't get away."


Glisten places the gavel into the seat beside him.


"I know you both may be afraid. You've both been gone a long time and may feel your both rusty. Not to worry, honey bees. I'll walk you through it all. You'll move like you haven't missed a step. We'll taste each others honey and all will be made right. Havok got to be the judge, I got to be the victim, and Davids got to be the muscle warrior. Maybe we can video tape the whole thing so the world can applaud our time together. It's going to be soo magical and relentless. Mmmmm. "


]]> <![CDATA[Inferiority Complex]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20977 Thu, 30 Jul 2015 21:19:53 -0700 LJ Havok]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20977 I found myself at an All American Pro Wrestling event in Marion, Illinois. I was scheduled to cut a promo on my opponents and sign autographs. And to be honest, I don't want to to either one. But signs my paychecks. So I have to do what I am asked. I saw Drew's attempt at whale hunting. And I just wondered why a camera man would decide to go on a boat with a thug like Drew Archyle... I mean he doesn't exactly look very trust worthy....

These thoughts trailed off, and I focuses more on my hair and perfectly groomed beard. And I once again had to chuckle. Who would have thought that the scraggly bearded kid who was obsessed with revolutions would grow into THIS. This is me. This is who I would have been, had I not joined a gang. If I had just stayed away from the drugs.

I finished up, and walked out of the back. I waited by the curtain by the opening to the stage...

Then "Ain't No Place For No Hero" by The Heavy hits the PA system.

"Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, XWF SUPERSTAR LJ HAVOK!!!!"


I spring out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation for such a tiny place. I slowly made my way to the ring. I was trying to make sure I shook as many hands as I could to give all of these people something to remember. I finally arrived at the ring steps and ran up. I hyped up the crowd. And they were going bat shit crazy.

"You guys actually remember me?"


The crowd all agrees in unison, louder than ever.


"My opponent for Saturday seems to think that I am a very forgettable face."


The crowd is torn by this, as apparently Drew Archyle is a very popular name.

"Alright fair enough, fair enough. I was thinking your reaction would be something like that, as I am technically a "heel". I'll try to keep it kayfabe, no promises though."

You can here laughter in the crowd, a long with a few cheers.

"So how you guys enjoying the fucking show tonight?!"

Weak ass cheers.

"Come on, Marion! You can do better than that! I said how you guys enjoying the motherfucking show tonight?!"

The place comes unglued with excitement.

"Really? Are you fucking kidding me. You act like no one famous has ever said the name of your town..."

Instant chorus of boos.

"Oh that's right they haven't because no one with a clue would come here on their own accord. I am here simply because my boss instructed me to do so. There is no other reason why I would even attempt to connect with you grease guzzling neanderthals."

The boos have gotten even louder.

"That's right boo LJ Havok! Do what you're supposed to do you God Damn puppets!

Now if you will indulge me for a second... and I know it's going to be hard with your short attentions spans and the fact that you can finally feel your blood moving....

Tell ya what. Go get some nachos, a hot dog, or what the fuck ever and come back. Don't worry I'll wait."

Nothing happens. It is silent in the gymnasium. And I wonder if they are about to attack or just leave. Then a guy in the far back corner chimes in.

"Get on with it you jackass!"

"Glad, you have some common sense sir. And oddly, you are not the first person to call me a jackass within the past couple of days. And you won't be the last.

I want to speak on my opponent...Drew Archyle.

The man has a very big mouth, and its going to get him hurt. He wants to rehash my history and tell of how I never did anything with my time here. I beat Luca Arzegotti for the European championship at one point. I won a fucking battle royal and faced John Madison for the crown. And due to a technicality I should have a title shot that was awarded to me by Paul Heyman when he was still GM of Madness.

I never implied that he and his tub of good manager "ran shit". Just that you think you do, Drew."

I look directly into the camera. Because I want my opponent to feel my words, and let it tear into his soul.

"Boohoo. The man stripped me of my title, So I'm going to throw a fit and ruin every live broadcast until I get my way. .....

That's why I'm here you sack of shit. Those antics don't belong here in the XWF. You gotta a problem? Settle it like a fucking adult instead of running around, letting everyone know that you're pissed off. And Archie? I have every right in the world to throw your ass down the witching well, and I'm sure Davids would agree. You don't even have to say anything else...

In fact, I wish you wouldn't. It is all starting to sound like a broken record or a glitch in the server. Low Jack this. Low Jack that. I know I've been preoccupied with thoughts of an old ghost. No need to remind me.

Haven't risen at all.... A never was....Blah fucking blah. It's all just words. And for someone who has a mouth piece you like to run your own mouth a lot. And I can gurrandamntee you that every fucking person in the locker room is sick of you, and sick of your whole badass schtick. It has been done to death, and I for one miss the days where everything said was backed up in the ring. Archie, buddy oh pal. I really think that you're scared of me making an example out of you...And your fucking inferiority complex

And one way or another, I will make a statement at the PPV. You can count on it."

"Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!!"

The fans started chanting, thinking they are cute.

"Oh blow me. You paid to watch this beautiful specimen of a man talk... Let me fucking talk!"

I strut around the ring, drawing in the heat from the crowd.

"Now onto Glisten.. I would like to discuss an article I read that said he sat down with Eli James.

Eli James...."

I chuckle a bit.

"He still thinks judgement will be cast down on the XWF. And that I am only a sign...I think every one needs to be clear on something. If God does exist, he does not give signs! The Devil gives signs! The Devil will bring judgement, not the Almighty! And if in this storybook that means I'm the fucking Devil, so be it. I have no problem with casting judgement on Glisten, Eli, Drew, Steve, or even the Almighty himself.

What's a jealous God to do, when a mere mortal controls everyone that's supposed to love Him??.

The fans start chanting again...

"What the fuck!? What the fuck?! What the fuck?!"

"Don't get me wrong...."


I grin and then continue..


"My soul belongs to no man...to no phoney baloney God. Because I AM A GOD! I am what they warned you about. I am the end. I am chosen to bring down those who oppose this machine. I am built to help control this machine. I have more power and influence than any of you could even begin to fathom. I haven't left my mark on the XWF yet, but I fucking will!!!!"


A chorus of boos can be heard, almost overpowering "Ain't No Place For No Hero" by The Heavy. I make my way to the back. With help from security, I make it to my car, and get the hell out of that shithole. I didn't even stop to sign autographs. Fuck those people.
]]> I found myself at an All American Pro Wrestling event in Marion, Illinois. I was scheduled to cut a promo on my opponents and sign autographs. And to be honest, I don't want to to either one. But signs my paychecks. So I have to do what I am asked. I saw Drew's attempt at whale hunting. And I just wondered why a camera man would decide to go on a boat with a thug like Drew Archyle... I mean he doesn't exactly look very trust worthy....

These thoughts trailed off, and I focuses more on my hair and perfectly groomed beard. And I once again had to chuckle. Who would have thought that the scraggly bearded kid who was obsessed with revolutions would grow into THIS. This is me. This is who I would have been, had I not joined a gang. If I had just stayed away from the drugs.

I finished up, and walked out of the back. I waited by the curtain by the opening to the stage...

Then "Ain't No Place For No Hero" by The Heavy hits the PA system.

"Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, XWF SUPERSTAR LJ HAVOK!!!!"


I spring out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation for such a tiny place. I slowly made my way to the ring. I was trying to make sure I shook as many hands as I could to give all of these people something to remember. I finally arrived at the ring steps and ran up. I hyped up the crowd. And they were going bat shit crazy.

"You guys actually remember me?"


The crowd all agrees in unison, louder than ever.


"My opponent for Saturday seems to think that I am a very forgettable face."


The crowd is torn by this, as apparently Drew Archyle is a very popular name.

"Alright fair enough, fair enough. I was thinking your reaction would be something like that, as I am technically a "heel". I'll try to keep it kayfabe, no promises though."

You can here laughter in the crowd, a long with a few cheers.

"So how you guys enjoying the fucking show tonight?!"

Weak ass cheers.

"Come on, Marion! You can do better than that! I said how you guys enjoying the motherfucking show tonight?!"

The place comes unglued with excitement.

"Really? Are you fucking kidding me. You act like no one famous has ever said the name of your town..."

Instant chorus of boos.

"Oh that's right they haven't because no one with a clue would come here on their own accord. I am here simply because my boss instructed me to do so. There is no other reason why I would even attempt to connect with you grease guzzling neanderthals."

The boos have gotten even louder.

"That's right boo LJ Havok! Do what you're supposed to do you God Damn puppets!

Now if you will indulge me for a second... and I know it's going to be hard with your short attentions spans and the fact that you can finally feel your blood moving....

Tell ya what. Go get some nachos, a hot dog, or what the fuck ever and come back. Don't worry I'll wait."

Nothing happens. It is silent in the gymnasium. And I wonder if they are about to attack or just leave. Then a guy in the far back corner chimes in.

"Get on with it you jackass!"

"Glad, you have some common sense sir. And oddly, you are not the first person to call me a jackass within the past couple of days. And you won't be the last.

I want to speak on my opponent...Drew Archyle.

The man has a very big mouth, and its going to get him hurt. He wants to rehash my history and tell of how I never did anything with my time here. I beat Luca Arzegotti for the European championship at one point. I won a fucking battle royal and faced John Madison for the crown. And due to a technicality I should have a title shot that was awarded to me by Paul Heyman when he was still GM of Madness.

I never implied that he and his tub of good manager "ran shit". Just that you think you do, Drew."

I look directly into the camera. Because I want my opponent to feel my words, and let it tear into his soul.

"Boohoo. The man stripped me of my title, So I'm going to throw a fit and ruin every live broadcast until I get my way. .....

That's why I'm here you sack of shit. Those antics don't belong here in the XWF. You gotta a problem? Settle it like a fucking adult instead of running around, letting everyone know that you're pissed off. And Archie? I have every right in the world to throw your ass down the witching well, and I'm sure Davids would agree. You don't even have to say anything else...

In fact, I wish you wouldn't. It is all starting to sound like a broken record or a glitch in the server. Low Jack this. Low Jack that. I know I've been preoccupied with thoughts of an old ghost. No need to remind me.

Haven't risen at all.... A never was....Blah fucking blah. It's all just words. And for someone who has a mouth piece you like to run your own mouth a lot. And I can gurrandamntee you that every fucking person in the locker room is sick of you, and sick of your whole badass schtick. It has been done to death, and I for one miss the days where everything said was backed up in the ring. Archie, buddy oh pal. I really think that you're scared of me making an example out of you...And your fucking inferiority complex

And one way or another, I will make a statement at the PPV. You can count on it."

"Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!!"

The fans started chanting, thinking they are cute.

"Oh blow me. You paid to watch this beautiful specimen of a man talk... Let me fucking talk!"

I strut around the ring, drawing in the heat from the crowd.

"Now onto Glisten.. I would like to discuss an article I read that said he sat down with Eli James.

Eli James...."

I chuckle a bit.

"He still thinks judgement will be cast down on the XWF. And that I am only a sign...I think every one needs to be clear on something. If God does exist, he does not give signs! The Devil gives signs! The Devil will bring judgement, not the Almighty! And if in this storybook that means I'm the fucking Devil, so be it. I have no problem with casting judgement on Glisten, Eli, Drew, Steve, or even the Almighty himself.

What's a jealous God to do, when a mere mortal controls everyone that's supposed to love Him??.

The fans start chanting again...

"What the fuck!? What the fuck?! What the fuck?!"

"Don't get me wrong...."


I grin and then continue..


"My soul belongs to no man...to no phoney baloney God. Because I AM A GOD! I am what they warned you about. I am the end. I am chosen to bring down those who oppose this machine. I am built to help control this machine. I have more power and influence than any of you could even begin to fathom. I haven't left my mark on the XWF yet, but I fucking will!!!!"


A chorus of boos can be heard, almost overpowering "Ain't No Place For No Hero" by The Heavy. I make my way to the back. With help from security, I make it to my car, and get the hell out of that shithole. I didn't even stop to sign autographs. Fuck those people.
]]> <![CDATA[The Casket]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20970 Thu, 30 Jul 2015 15:43:46 -0700 Steve "KingSlayer" Davids]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20970 "Vengeance Means More Than Everything."


Quote:Davids walks over to Samuels and starts prodding him with his foot. Slowly inching him towards the end of the stage and thus the coffin. Samuels grabs Davids by the pant leg and slowly pulls himself up. Davids takes a step back and smiles.

Kick to the stomach.

GAME OVER!!!

Samuels is finished after that move. Davids grabs Samuels by the arm and pulls him to the end of the stage. He pulls him back up and then Guerilla Press Slams John Samuels into the open coffin.

This is it.

All Davids needs to do now is shovel the dirt onto him.

Davids looks out into the crowd taking it all in for a minute.





THUMP!!!


What the hell?

Out of no where Theo Pryce pops into the scene and takes Davids out with the Dead Drop.(Zig Zag)

"Remember this the next time you want to cash in on someone bitch."

Down at the coffin John Madison is there helping Samuels out of the coffin.

Theo grabs Davids and tosses him onto the stage and into the coffin.

"Finish him."

Samuels picks up Davids and just for good measure puts him down for good with the Filibuster.

Samuels slams the lid of the coffin shut just as John Madison hands Samuels a shovel.

Samuels jams the shovel into the massive pile of dirt next to the coffin and in one motion shovels the dirt onto the top of the coffin. Rinse and repeat until the ref signals for the final bell ending the match.

Steve Davids has been buried alive.


Winner and New XWF Universal Champion - John Samuels



The ref walks over with the XWF Universal title but Theo Pryce yanks it out of his hands and hands it to his friend.

Samuels raises the title high into the sky as the audience roars with excitement.

“I hope you all know this though. Steve Davids always comes back… Stronger.”

I lay there in the casket but I heard Desmond’s words echo around the arena before he marched off and Morbid Angel’s tainted music begun to bellow from the booming speakers.

This was it. I had failed. Everyone. Anyone who ever believed in me.

How could they ever believe now? No one could truly think I had the strength to carry on. The only thing that I ever wanted… gone, just like that. At the hands of Theo Pryce. I suppose it made sense didn’t it? The revenge he desired was always going to be his… in time.

Well what of my vengeance? It may be over for now. The pendulum will continue to swing, the sand will continue to fall and the hands upon the clock will continue to tick. In the end, everyone knows that I will be back. I will one day get a rematch for that coveted championship and I will be on top of the mountain once again.

Do you know what it’s like to be at the top of the mountain? No. Very few do. Then one day, when you are looking down at the rest of the world with a gleeful smirk across your face from ear to ear, you will be pushed. More times than not, it’s the man you climbed over to get to the top that pushes you. Even if he cannot attain the top for himself, he will sure has hell be certain to prevent it from being you.

Why wouldn’t he?

We must all do our duty and that was his.

I paid the Pryce for cashing in my briefcase but I got to taste it. I got the sweet juices of success and one day I will get them again. I know it.

I was left with my thoughts as my eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I was still in the casket but I was somewhere else. I could not tell you where, I had one hole to look through. A blinding light shined through it but all I could see was trees. They were recognisable for sure, but unclear.

My memory had become misty since my defeat the night before. The brain was doing what it was used to doing. It was supressing. Just as it had supressed the memories of the children that I butchered when I was younger. The one face I will always remember though, my mother’s. The woman who died giving birth to me. I entered this world a murderer and the people of it would always judge me as such, even if I was not locked away.

The truth is, I am far too dangerous for this planet. Yet society had failed to keep me locked up. I have butchered several different people since and I have never been caught. That’s how successful this world is. How can a branded psychopath wander free like an innocent man after he butchered youths as a child?

Life’s failures, that’s how.

There were many of them, just like this. Being trapped in a fucking casket in the middle of nowhere. All that I could hear was my heart beat thudding against my rib cage. All that I could smell was sweat and defeat. All that I could see was one beam of light. All that I could feel was the sleek wood against my skin. All that I could taste? Shame.

My eyes felt tearful as I closed them once again… I fell back into a deep sleep.

THUD!

I was clearly being marched somewhere, but not anymore. I was dropped like a piece of dirt to the floor and we must have been in a large hollow room as the crashing sound echoed.

“Christ is with you!” A man bellowed.

“And with you,” a crowd responded.

“We are here today to sacrifice this man. A sinner. A wrongful man. An evil man. He will never be able to force his wrath upon this world again. His hate will be silenced. His lies will be supressed. His beliefs against God? Shattered.” The same man, obviously leading the service, proclaimed.

“For the lord above!” The small crowd roared in harmony.

I began to flail and smash at the casket. My raw strength was beginning to dent away at the word after several moments but even the strongest of men could not break free from this trap.

“He has awoken from his sleep it seems. That is a shame. I had hoped this would go smoothly and quietly, it seems we have another fighter.”

Who are these people and what the fuck are they doing?! How have I ended up here?

“Steve Davids is his name. The psycho sensation the fans of that wretched company call him. It matters not though. God thanks us for all of the sinful blood that we send him. For our loyalty, we shall be rewarded.”

I have always had a habit of ending up trapped.

Suddenly a door swung open.

“Get away from him!” A familiar voice shrieked with huskiness.

“And who might you be?”

“Well that would be a spoiler wouldn’t it?”

“You do not understand. This is God’s demands. He has sent us one of the largest sinners that ever lived. It is but our duty to offer his blood up to the great one. We must all do our duty no?”

“I do not give a fuck about your duty and I do not give a fuck about God.”

“It seems as though the Lord will be particularly pleased with us today then. It seems as though we have two sacrifices for him. CEASE HIM!”

I could see parts of the fight through the hole in my casket. The crowds of people were wearing red cloaks and had golden crosses across their chests. The other man had a plain white mask on. An eerie one.

The masked man flipped one of the cloaked men over on his shoulder and took another one down with a leg sweep before clotheslining another. The rest of them started to slowly back away before circling him.

They rushed towards him but he grabbed one of them by the head and used him as a shield. Two swung and missed, hitting the human meat shield instead. The masked man flung his body to the floor and standing dropkicked another.

The rest of them backed off and surrounded their leader in a protective circle.

“You have gone against God’s wishes and for that you must face the consequences. Today is not the day that you do that though. So think yourself lucky. Next time, we shall not be so merciful and God shall not be so forgiving. We always get the sinners, no matter how far they run or how well they hide. We always get them.” The leader bowed, and unveiled his cloak. I had seen his sinister smile before but I did not know where. Another ghost from my past, back to haunt me no doubt.

All of those children I murdered. All of those families I ruined. They will always come back. That is the way that the world works. You cannot simply live with your mistakes. They may have been yours to make but you effect the world around you. This world is unforgiving.

They left the room that turned out to be a church immediately as the masked man set me free.

“Hello,” he said simply.

“Hello? Fucking hello? I have been trapped in a fucking box for fuck knows how long and all you can say is hello? Why the fuck was I brought to a fucking church after a wrestling match. For a second then I thought I was meat for the holy cunt above us.”

“You are in luck. You’re not meat for him. You are however, going to help me and my employer.”

“Yeah? And why the fuck would I do that?”

“Well, why don’t you lay low with us for a few weeks? You will soon see why you will want to help us. Besides, I saved you from becoming ash didn’t I? It’s the least you could do really. It may also be worth mentioning that those religious, culty, creepy, eerie, slightly ominous, freaky folk don’t tend to give up so easily. They’ll be back for us.” He said through his strange white mask. His sleek blond hair glistened in the single beam of light that shone into the room. Other than that he seemed an ordinary build, with slightly big shoulders and arms. He was about six foot tall and wore slim black jeans, a grey hoodie, a purple vest and some white Nike trainers. If he lost the mask he might look half decent.

“I don’t suppose you’re going to take of that ludicrous mask any time soon are you? Or am I in for some more illusions? It seems as though people like to keep me in the dark.”

“You’re in for one more illusion for the time being I’m afraid Steve at least until we arrive at my house, where you will be staying for the time being. Well I say my house… It’s a house that is literally attached to my boss’ mansion. He likes me to live close, for certain assurances.”

“Your boss sounds like a pussy.”

“Ha. You don’t know the man. Now let’s get out of here before those mugs show up with back up,” he murmured.

“Where are we going? There is nowhere that is safe anymore. This world… it tortures me.”

He shook his head and we got in the car as I stood puzzled. Another fucking car trip where I didn’t know the destination. This was getting rather old now.

We pulled up outside the mansion after an awkwardly quiet trip. I did not feel like talking. A series of crows flew over the mansion all at the same time as we entered. I looked up for a moment and then took a deep breath before entering. I took off my shoes and noticed that six trunks of clothes were at the bottom of the stairs.

That was my clothes and I knew it. How? It would be stupid to ask such a thing though.

“Steve Davids.” A voice whispered as a silhouette emerged from around the corner. He eventually revealed himself. He wore black glasses and had greasy silver hair. He was middle aged but had grown grey fast. The man smiled with his red cloak on.

“I don’t believe we’ve met?”

“You would be correct. My name is Clive. I was your Godfather, but I doubt you knew that and it does not matter now. And this man, who brought you here, this is Ambrose. Ambrose Helios. The former XWF wrestler who only appeared thrice. A talented competitor but he is destined for oh so much more. We shall discuss that at a later date though. For now get some rest.”

Ambrose took off his mask to reveal scars upon his neck but a stunningly handsome face. I don’t swing that way, but if I did, he’d get it.

I can’t believe I even just thought that.

What now for Steve Davids?

Oh that’s right… Vengeance.]]> "Vengeance Means More Than Everything."


Quote:Davids walks over to Samuels and starts prodding him with his foot. Slowly inching him towards the end of the stage and thus the coffin. Samuels grabs Davids by the pant leg and slowly pulls himself up. Davids takes a step back and smiles.

Kick to the stomach.

GAME OVER!!!

Samuels is finished after that move. Davids grabs Samuels by the arm and pulls him to the end of the stage. He pulls him back up and then Guerilla Press Slams John Samuels into the open coffin.

This is it.

All Davids needs to do now is shovel the dirt onto him.

Davids looks out into the crowd taking it all in for a minute.





THUMP!!!


What the hell?

Out of no where Theo Pryce pops into the scene and takes Davids out with the Dead Drop.(Zig Zag)

"Remember this the next time you want to cash in on someone bitch."

Down at the coffin John Madison is there helping Samuels out of the coffin.

Theo grabs Davids and tosses him onto the stage and into the coffin.

"Finish him."

Samuels picks up Davids and just for good measure puts him down for good with the Filibuster.

Samuels slams the lid of the coffin shut just as John Madison hands Samuels a shovel.

Samuels jams the shovel into the massive pile of dirt next to the coffin and in one motion shovels the dirt onto the top of the coffin. Rinse and repeat until the ref signals for the final bell ending the match.

Steve Davids has been buried alive.


Winner and New XWF Universal Champion - John Samuels



The ref walks over with the XWF Universal title but Theo Pryce yanks it out of his hands and hands it to his friend.

Samuels raises the title high into the sky as the audience roars with excitement.

“I hope you all know this though. Steve Davids always comes back… Stronger.”

I lay there in the casket but I heard Desmond’s words echo around the arena before he marched off and Morbid Angel’s tainted music begun to bellow from the booming speakers.

This was it. I had failed. Everyone. Anyone who ever believed in me.

How could they ever believe now? No one could truly think I had the strength to carry on. The only thing that I ever wanted… gone, just like that. At the hands of Theo Pryce. I suppose it made sense didn’t it? The revenge he desired was always going to be his… in time.

Well what of my vengeance? It may be over for now. The pendulum will continue to swing, the sand will continue to fall and the hands upon the clock will continue to tick. In the end, everyone knows that I will be back. I will one day get a rematch for that coveted championship and I will be on top of the mountain once again.

Do you know what it’s like to be at the top of the mountain? No. Very few do. Then one day, when you are looking down at the rest of the world with a gleeful smirk across your face from ear to ear, you will be pushed. More times than not, it’s the man you climbed over to get to the top that pushes you. Even if he cannot attain the top for himself, he will sure has hell be certain to prevent it from being you.

Why wouldn’t he?

We must all do our duty and that was his.

I paid the Pryce for cashing in my briefcase but I got to taste it. I got the sweet juices of success and one day I will get them again. I know it.

I was left with my thoughts as my eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I was still in the casket but I was somewhere else. I could not tell you where, I had one hole to look through. A blinding light shined through it but all I could see was trees. They were recognisable for sure, but unclear.

My memory had become misty since my defeat the night before. The brain was doing what it was used to doing. It was supressing. Just as it had supressed the memories of the children that I butchered when I was younger. The one face I will always remember though, my mother’s. The woman who died giving birth to me. I entered this world a murderer and the people of it would always judge me as such, even if I was not locked away.

The truth is, I am far too dangerous for this planet. Yet society had failed to keep me locked up. I have butchered several different people since and I have never been caught. That’s how successful this world is. How can a branded psychopath wander free like an innocent man after he butchered youths as a child?

Life’s failures, that’s how.

There were many of them, just like this. Being trapped in a fucking casket in the middle of nowhere. All that I could hear was my heart beat thudding against my rib cage. All that I could smell was sweat and defeat. All that I could see was one beam of light. All that I could feel was the sleek wood against my skin. All that I could taste? Shame.

My eyes felt tearful as I closed them once again… I fell back into a deep sleep.

THUD!

I was clearly being marched somewhere, but not anymore. I was dropped like a piece of dirt to the floor and we must have been in a large hollow room as the crashing sound echoed.

“Christ is with you!” A man bellowed.

“And with you,” a crowd responded.

“We are here today to sacrifice this man. A sinner. A wrongful man. An evil man. He will never be able to force his wrath upon this world again. His hate will be silenced. His lies will be supressed. His beliefs against God? Shattered.” The same man, obviously leading the service, proclaimed.

“For the lord above!” The small crowd roared in harmony.

I began to flail and smash at the casket. My raw strength was beginning to dent away at the word after several moments but even the strongest of men could not break free from this trap.

“He has awoken from his sleep it seems. That is a shame. I had hoped this would go smoothly and quietly, it seems we have another fighter.”

Who are these people and what the fuck are they doing?! How have I ended up here?

“Steve Davids is his name. The psycho sensation the fans of that wretched company call him. It matters not though. God thanks us for all of the sinful blood that we send him. For our loyalty, we shall be rewarded.”

I have always had a habit of ending up trapped.

Suddenly a door swung open.

“Get away from him!” A familiar voice shrieked with huskiness.

“And who might you be?”

“Well that would be a spoiler wouldn’t it?”

“You do not understand. This is God’s demands. He has sent us one of the largest sinners that ever lived. It is but our duty to offer his blood up to the great one. We must all do our duty no?”

“I do not give a fuck about your duty and I do not give a fuck about God.”

“It seems as though the Lord will be particularly pleased with us today then. It seems as though we have two sacrifices for him. CEASE HIM!”

I could see parts of the fight through the hole in my casket. The crowds of people were wearing red cloaks and had golden crosses across their chests. The other man had a plain white mask on. An eerie one.

The masked man flipped one of the cloaked men over on his shoulder and took another one down with a leg sweep before clotheslining another. The rest of them started to slowly back away before circling him.

They rushed towards him but he grabbed one of them by the head and used him as a shield. Two swung and missed, hitting the human meat shield instead. The masked man flung his body to the floor and standing dropkicked another.

The rest of them backed off and surrounded their leader in a protective circle.

“You have gone against God’s wishes and for that you must face the consequences. Today is not the day that you do that though. So think yourself lucky. Next time, we shall not be so merciful and God shall not be so forgiving. We always get the sinners, no matter how far they run or how well they hide. We always get them.” The leader bowed, and unveiled his cloak. I had seen his sinister smile before but I did not know where. Another ghost from my past, back to haunt me no doubt.

All of those children I murdered. All of those families I ruined. They will always come back. That is the way that the world works. You cannot simply live with your mistakes. They may have been yours to make but you effect the world around you. This world is unforgiving.

They left the room that turned out to be a church immediately as the masked man set me free.

“Hello,” he said simply.

“Hello? Fucking hello? I have been trapped in a fucking box for fuck knows how long and all you can say is hello? Why the fuck was I brought to a fucking church after a wrestling match. For a second then I thought I was meat for the holy cunt above us.”

“You are in luck. You’re not meat for him. You are however, going to help me and my employer.”

“Yeah? And why the fuck would I do that?”

“Well, why don’t you lay low with us for a few weeks? You will soon see why you will want to help us. Besides, I saved you from becoming ash didn’t I? It’s the least you could do really. It may also be worth mentioning that those religious, culty, creepy, eerie, slightly ominous, freaky folk don’t tend to give up so easily. They’ll be back for us.” He said through his strange white mask. His sleek blond hair glistened in the single beam of light that shone into the room. Other than that he seemed an ordinary build, with slightly big shoulders and arms. He was about six foot tall and wore slim black jeans, a grey hoodie, a purple vest and some white Nike trainers. If he lost the mask he might look half decent.

“I don’t suppose you’re going to take of that ludicrous mask any time soon are you? Or am I in for some more illusions? It seems as though people like to keep me in the dark.”

“You’re in for one more illusion for the time being I’m afraid Steve at least until we arrive at my house, where you will be staying for the time being. Well I say my house… It’s a house that is literally attached to my boss’ mansion. He likes me to live close, for certain assurances.”

“Your boss sounds like a pussy.”

“Ha. You don’t know the man. Now let’s get out of here before those mugs show up with back up,” he murmured.

“Where are we going? There is nowhere that is safe anymore. This world… it tortures me.”

He shook his head and we got in the car as I stood puzzled. Another fucking car trip where I didn’t know the destination. This was getting rather old now.

We pulled up outside the mansion after an awkwardly quiet trip. I did not feel like talking. A series of crows flew over the mansion all at the same time as we entered. I looked up for a moment and then took a deep breath before entering. I took off my shoes and noticed that six trunks of clothes were at the bottom of the stairs.

That was my clothes and I knew it. How? It would be stupid to ask such a thing though.

“Steve Davids.” A voice whispered as a silhouette emerged from around the corner. He eventually revealed himself. He wore black glasses and had greasy silver hair. He was middle aged but had grown grey fast. The man smiled with his red cloak on.

“I don’t believe we’ve met?”

“You would be correct. My name is Clive. I was your Godfather, but I doubt you knew that and it does not matter now. And this man, who brought you here, this is Ambrose. Ambrose Helios. The former XWF wrestler who only appeared thrice. A talented competitor but he is destined for oh so much more. We shall discuss that at a later date though. For now get some rest.”

Ambrose took off his mask to reveal scars upon his neck but a stunningly handsome face. I don’t swing that way, but if I did, he’d get it.

I can’t believe I even just thought that.

What now for Steve Davids?

Oh that’s right… Vengeance.]]> <![CDATA[Call Me Bitch-Mael]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20928 Thu, 30 Jul 2015 14:51:03 -0700 Drew Archyle]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20928
"Why are we out on a boat and what is with those binoculars?" "The Manager" basically screams at Drew so that his words can be heard over the sound of the Ocean.

"We're Whale Watching." Drew replies with a faint smile.

"Whale watching? Why are we Whale Watching? You've got a match to prepare for. Why aren't you doing that?" The Manager asks, knowing full well that the answer he is about to get is only going to anger him more than the act of being on the boat already does.

"That's exactly what we are doing. How do you not know that? You are My Manager, my advocate. I pay you to know these things." Drew says with a look embellished disgust.

"How about you enlighten me as to how Whale Watching is preparing for your match. "

"Well Steve Davids, you know Steve Davids right? Former Universal Champion, former TV Champion, two time X-treme Champion? Well he's been very quiet this week. A little too quiet if you ask me and it's making it very difficult for me to get into the mood so to speak. I want to try and get into Steve David's head, see what goes on there. What makes the slightly flabby guy tick? But he's given me nothing. So I thought to myself "Self, what would Steve David's do?" And then it hit me. Whale Watching."

"What? Where on Earth did you get the idea that Steve David's likes to go Whale Watching?" The wee man replies.

"I read it somewhere."

"Where?" He asks again this time with a little more force behind the words. A sign of his growing lack of patience.

"Somewhere." Archyle says as he shifts awkwardly.

"You read it in one of those damn XWF chatrooms again didn't you?"

"What? No! Why would you say that?" Drew says as he quickly brings the binoculars back up to eye level in a desperate attempt to avoid what he knows is coming next.

"Drew I thought I told you never to go in there. No good can come of them. Why were you in an XWF chat room anyway?" He asks angrily.

Drew takes a few seconds before answering but knowing that The Manager isn't going to be struck with a sudden bout of amnesia he relents. "Because I wanted to see what they were saying about me."

"And what were they saying about you?"

"Nothing. They acted like I didn't even exist. Instead all they could talk about was how David's likes to go hunt whales."

The Manager takes a step back and mumbles something under his breath.

"What did you say?" Drew asks.

"How did they say it?"

"What do you mean? They just said that Davids has a thing for whales, he likes to hunt them down and stick his harpoon in them."

"We're done." The Manager says as he throws his arms up in disgust.

"What? What do you mean we're done? We just got here. I haven't even seen a whale yet."

"Ok Drew try and follow me here. Those people, those filthy, disgusting, classless people, who probably live in a trailer or in their parents basement, they weren't talking about the kind of whales you can find in the ocean."

"What are you talking about? Of course they were. What other kind of whale is there?"

The Manager looks around to make sure that no one is within earshot of the two of them. Satisfied that they are in the clear he grabs the straps of Archyle's binoculars and pulls them down and by extension pulls Archyle's head downward thus minimizing even further the chances that someone might hear what he has to say next. "Whale is another term for bigger women."

"What? Impossible. You're saying Steve Davids has a thing for fat chicks?" Drew says with no regard to the decibel level at which he is speaking.

"Not so loud. And yes. I am pretty certain having not been there myself to read what they were saying that they are commenting on Steve David's sexual proclivities and not his love for aquatic marine mammals."

"So you're saying Steve David's is a chubby chaser?" Archyle asks incredulously.

"I'm not saying that, the people in the XWF chat room are saying that. And it's disgusting."

"Come on now. You are my manager. My advocate. You need to advocate for equality. I'm not Dim. We don't fat shame, got it?"

"What? I wasn't saying that liking bigger women was disgusting. I was saying..."

"I know what you were saying. Never again. Now you've ruined this for me." Archyle says as he tosses the binoculars into the ocean. "I guess we should just go home."

"Great idea. And while we are waiting for this boat to take us back to the dock how about you tell me what you learned with this little adventure. If anything?"

"That this adventure was a disappointment. Just like Steve Davids XWF career." Archyle says as he watches the binoculars sink beneath the surface of the ocean and begin their descent to the Ocean Floor.

"You are calling a former 2 time Xtreme Champion, former TV champ and former Universal Champion a disappointment?"

"I sure am. Sure all those titles might sound great to the uneducated person. You know, guys like Dim. But when you dig a little deeper all those accolades are tainted. They should have an asterisk next to them."

"What makes you say that?"

"The truth. The truth makes me say that. Let's evaluate each of his title victories shall we? First Davids beat a guy named Matt Lennox for his first Xtreme title reign."

"Matt who?" The Manager asks.

"Exactly. A nobody. Davids beats a nobody to win the X title. Big deal. Peter Gilmour has won the title a dozen times which that right there tells you all you really need to know about the Xtreme title. But then he wins the title for a second time. But this time it's him versus three guys. Now at first you hear that and you think "Wow. Steve Davids overcame 3 to 1 odds to win the Xtreme title that's amazing." Right? That's what I thought at first but then I dug a little deeper and that's when the disappointment set in. One of the three people Steve Davids faced, in fact the champion at the time was none other than team killer extraordinaire Peter Gilmour."

"Team killer?"

"Yes. Peter Gilmour is a team killer. Any team he has ever been on is inevitably dragged down simply by having him as a member. Tag teams, trios, stables, it doesn't matter. It's the Gilmour Effect and because of that what should have been a problem for Davids, going up against 3 guys actually turned into a massive advantage. Davids was essentially the favorite in that match simply because one of the three people in the ring across from him was Peter Gilmour. "The Gilmour Effect.""

"Ok that explains his two Xtreme Title reigns. What about the Television or the Universal?"

"Well let's see. He beat Tony Santos for the TV title. Sort of. Brock Lesnar, Tommy Gunn and some other scrub, friends of Steve Davids beat down Tony Santos before the starting bell sounded. Santos was basically dead in the ring by the time the bell finally rang and all Davids had to do was place one foot on Santos' chest and let the ref count to 3. Davids basically did nothing to earn that title. Not a thing."

"Really?

"Yes really. I'd show you the results on my own by we are on a boat and I have shitty cell reception. When we get back to land go watch the results from the 7/21/14 edition of Monday Night Madness."

"And the Universal?"

"The Coup De Grace. A title he won via cash in. Not just any cash in. He cashed in after the former champ, Theo Pryce beat both Peter Gilmour and Eli James, pinned them both as a matter of fact. So essentially Pryce had two matches in one and then Davids cashed in on him."

"So what? What's wrong with that? He's not the first person to do it. In fact that's how Pryce won the title in the first place."

"Oh so now you are suddenly up on your XWF history? You're right. Davids wasn't the first, in fact he wasn't even the last. Two have done it since him And that's a fine practice but becoming a champion via cash in doesn't make you a good wrestler or a good champion. It just makes you opportunistic. Nothing more. Nothing less. And then what happened after he cashed in? He went into Witness Protection and disappeared. Until Management forced him to defend and then as expected, in what was the single easiest bet in gambling history Davids lost. Because Davids loses. Especially title matches. He's great at winning a title with help but when it comes to losing them he does them all by himself. As if he was put on this Earth to do that and only that. And I am going to remind him of how good he is at losing when I face him on Saturday."

"When you and Glisten face him on Saturday."

"Right, that's what I said."

"And what about LJ Havok?"

"What about him? You think because he had the gaul to respond to what you had to say that I am somehow intimidated by him? Why would I be? Why would I be concerned with a guy who can't cut a promo to save his life? Why would I be worried about a guy who literally put words into your mouth so that he had something to say rather than responding to what you actually said."

"You heard that too?"

"Of course I did."

"You want me to respond?"

"No I don't. I let you fire the first shot. I was hoping it would be the only shot because I really didn't want to waste my time on this never was but you let me down so now I'll do it myself."

"I let you down? I'm sorry to hear that. I promise you it will not happen again."

"It doesn't matter. This is good for me. I need this. While I am much more adept at the physical rather than the verbal I am no slouch there either so how about you kick back and watch me school ole LJ on how to cut a promo."

"Lay it down."

"First and foremost, before I get into the meat of what I have to say allow me to offer LJ a free piece of advice and that is this. Low Jack the next time you are scheduled to face someone or multiple people in a match try not to spend 80 percent of your promo talking about a guy who is not only not in the match but hasn't mattered since you were an itch in your daddy's crotch ok? Now, let's do this."

Drew interlocks his hands at the fingers and extends them outwards, cracking all of his knuckles.

"Now LJ you should thank your lucky stars that you were booked at all let alone in a match against me and Mr. Sparkles. You misspoke a bit when you called yourself one of the fastest rising stars in XWF history because of the truth of the matter is you haven't risen at all. Rising is what people do when they accomplish things. You know like winning titles. Which I've done. Twice now. You? Still searching for that elusive title win.

"Let the record show that not I, nor my Manager, who was the person to address you previously, called you old or a dinosaur. In fact my Manager didn't bring up your age at all. You know why? Because it's irrelevant. As in, it has nothing to do with this match at all. You see LJ, unlike you, my Manager and more importantly I don't waste our time with the trivial. Instead I focus on the important. It's truly great that rednecks in Tennessee came up to you asking you to make a return. They missed your technical proficiency you said. I'm sure they did. Everyone enjoys watching a car crash and that's exactly what you are. You are the guy people cheer when they inevitably fail. Spectacularly and often I might add. Not only didn't you win the big one you didn't win any "one". You think your wins mattered? Few and far between that they were? They didn't. No one remembers the matches you won. Hell people barely remember the matches you lost and that's only because you find the need to remind them.

"I have absolutely no idea where you got the idea in your head that my Manager or I think we run shit. In fact if you paid attention at all to when my Manager was speaking previously you would know that it has been made very clear to both my Manager and I that we don't run anything. The General Managers made that abundantly clear when they took the Hart Title from me. So please do me a favor, in fact, do yourself a favor, help me, help you and please stop making shit up so that you have some talking points. Either address what my Manager and I said or say nothing at all. And no LJ I'm not afraid to speak for myself. The reason I allow my Manager to advocate for me is because he's good at it and because it saves me from having to waste my time doing what I just had to do. Which is school an ignorant jackass such as yourself. You see I would much rather let my fists do the talking and that's where The Manager comes in handy but every once in awhile I take some enjoyment out of humiliating someone verbally. Now school's out for the day."

Drew walks over to the side of the boat as The Manager smiles in the background, clearly proud of the verbal beatdown his client just handed out to his upcoming opponents.]]>
"Why are we out on a boat and what is with those binoculars?" "The Manager" basically screams at Drew so that his words can be heard over the sound of the Ocean.

"We're Whale Watching." Drew replies with a faint smile.

"Whale watching? Why are we Whale Watching? You've got a match to prepare for. Why aren't you doing that?" The Manager asks, knowing full well that the answer he is about to get is only going to anger him more than the act of being on the boat already does.

"That's exactly what we are doing. How do you not know that? You are My Manager, my advocate. I pay you to know these things." Drew says with a look embellished disgust.

"How about you enlighten me as to how Whale Watching is preparing for your match. "

"Well Steve Davids, you know Steve Davids right? Former Universal Champion, former TV Champion, two time X-treme Champion? Well he's been very quiet this week. A little too quiet if you ask me and it's making it very difficult for me to get into the mood so to speak. I want to try and get into Steve David's head, see what goes on there. What makes the slightly flabby guy tick? But he's given me nothing. So I thought to myself "Self, what would Steve David's do?" And then it hit me. Whale Watching."

"What? Where on Earth did you get the idea that Steve David's likes to go Whale Watching?" The wee man replies.

"I read it somewhere."

"Where?" He asks again this time with a little more force behind the words. A sign of his growing lack of patience.

"Somewhere." Archyle says as he shifts awkwardly.

"You read it in one of those damn XWF chatrooms again didn't you?"

"What? No! Why would you say that?" Drew says as he quickly brings the binoculars back up to eye level in a desperate attempt to avoid what he knows is coming next.

"Drew I thought I told you never to go in there. No good can come of them. Why were you in an XWF chat room anyway?" He asks angrily.

Drew takes a few seconds before answering but knowing that The Manager isn't going to be struck with a sudden bout of amnesia he relents. "Because I wanted to see what they were saying about me."

"And what were they saying about you?"

"Nothing. They acted like I didn't even exist. Instead all they could talk about was how David's likes to go hunt whales."

The Manager takes a step back and mumbles something under his breath.

"What did you say?" Drew asks.

"How did they say it?"

"What do you mean? They just said that Davids has a thing for whales, he likes to hunt them down and stick his harpoon in them."

"We're done." The Manager says as he throws his arms up in disgust.

"What? What do you mean we're done? We just got here. I haven't even seen a whale yet."

"Ok Drew try and follow me here. Those people, those filthy, disgusting, classless people, who probably live in a trailer or in their parents basement, they weren't talking about the kind of whales you can find in the ocean."

"What are you talking about? Of course they were. What other kind of whale is there?"

The Manager looks around to make sure that no one is within earshot of the two of them. Satisfied that they are in the clear he grabs the straps of Archyle's binoculars and pulls them down and by extension pulls Archyle's head downward thus minimizing even further the chances that someone might hear what he has to say next. "Whale is another term for bigger women."

"What? Impossible. You're saying Steve Davids has a thing for fat chicks?" Drew says with no regard to the decibel level at which he is speaking.

"Not so loud. And yes. I am pretty certain having not been there myself to read what they were saying that they are commenting on Steve David's sexual proclivities and not his love for aquatic marine mammals."

"So you're saying Steve David's is a chubby chaser?" Archyle asks incredulously.

"I'm not saying that, the people in the XWF chat room are saying that. And it's disgusting."

"Come on now. You are my manager. My advocate. You need to advocate for equality. I'm not Dim. We don't fat shame, got it?"

"What? I wasn't saying that liking bigger women was disgusting. I was saying..."

"I know what you were saying. Never again. Now you've ruined this for me." Archyle says as he tosses the binoculars into the ocean. "I guess we should just go home."

"Great idea. And while we are waiting for this boat to take us back to the dock how about you tell me what you learned with this little adventure. If anything?"

"That this adventure was a disappointment. Just like Steve Davids XWF career." Archyle says as he watches the binoculars sink beneath the surface of the ocean and begin their descent to the Ocean Floor.

"You are calling a former 2 time Xtreme Champion, former TV champ and former Universal Champion a disappointment?"

"I sure am. Sure all those titles might sound great to the uneducated person. You know, guys like Dim. But when you dig a little deeper all those accolades are tainted. They should have an asterisk next to them."

"What makes you say that?"

"The truth. The truth makes me say that. Let's evaluate each of his title victories shall we? First Davids beat a guy named Matt Lennox for his first Xtreme title reign."

"Matt who?" The Manager asks.

"Exactly. A nobody. Davids beats a nobody to win the X title. Big deal. Peter Gilmour has won the title a dozen times which that right there tells you all you really need to know about the Xtreme title. But then he wins the title for a second time. But this time it's him versus three guys. Now at first you hear that and you think "Wow. Steve Davids overcame 3 to 1 odds to win the Xtreme title that's amazing." Right? That's what I thought at first but then I dug a little deeper and that's when the disappointment set in. One of the three people Steve Davids faced, in fact the champion at the time was none other than team killer extraordinaire Peter Gilmour."

"Team killer?"

"Yes. Peter Gilmour is a team killer. Any team he has ever been on is inevitably dragged down simply by having him as a member. Tag teams, trios, stables, it doesn't matter. It's the Gilmour Effect and because of that what should have been a problem for Davids, going up against 3 guys actually turned into a massive advantage. Davids was essentially the favorite in that match simply because one of the three people in the ring across from him was Peter Gilmour. "The Gilmour Effect.""

"Ok that explains his two Xtreme Title reigns. What about the Television or the Universal?"

"Well let's see. He beat Tony Santos for the TV title. Sort of. Brock Lesnar, Tommy Gunn and some other scrub, friends of Steve Davids beat down Tony Santos before the starting bell sounded. Santos was basically dead in the ring by the time the bell finally rang and all Davids had to do was place one foot on Santos' chest and let the ref count to 3. Davids basically did nothing to earn that title. Not a thing."

"Really?

"Yes really. I'd show you the results on my own by we are on a boat and I have shitty cell reception. When we get back to land go watch the results from the 7/21/14 edition of Monday Night Madness."

"And the Universal?"

"The Coup De Grace. A title he won via cash in. Not just any cash in. He cashed in after the former champ, Theo Pryce beat both Peter Gilmour and Eli James, pinned them both as a matter of fact. So essentially Pryce had two matches in one and then Davids cashed in on him."

"So what? What's wrong with that? He's not the first person to do it. In fact that's how Pryce won the title in the first place."

"Oh so now you are suddenly up on your XWF history? You're right. Davids wasn't the first, in fact he wasn't even the last. Two have done it since him And that's a fine practice but becoming a champion via cash in doesn't make you a good wrestler or a good champion. It just makes you opportunistic. Nothing more. Nothing less. And then what happened after he cashed in? He went into Witness Protection and disappeared. Until Management forced him to defend and then as expected, in what was the single easiest bet in gambling history Davids lost. Because Davids loses. Especially title matches. He's great at winning a title with help but when it comes to losing them he does them all by himself. As if he was put on this Earth to do that and only that. And I am going to remind him of how good he is at losing when I face him on Saturday."

"When you and Glisten face him on Saturday."

"Right, that's what I said."

"And what about LJ Havok?"

"What about him? You think because he had the gaul to respond to what you had to say that I am somehow intimidated by him? Why would I be? Why would I be concerned with a guy who can't cut a promo to save his life? Why would I be worried about a guy who literally put words into your mouth so that he had something to say rather than responding to what you actually said."

"You heard that too?"

"Of course I did."

"You want me to respond?"

"No I don't. I let you fire the first shot. I was hoping it would be the only shot because I really didn't want to waste my time on this never was but you let me down so now I'll do it myself."

"I let you down? I'm sorry to hear that. I promise you it will not happen again."

"It doesn't matter. This is good for me. I need this. While I am much more adept at the physical rather than the verbal I am no slouch there either so how about you kick back and watch me school ole LJ on how to cut a promo."

"Lay it down."

"First and foremost, before I get into the meat of what I have to say allow me to offer LJ a free piece of advice and that is this. Low Jack the next time you are scheduled to face someone or multiple people in a match try not to spend 80 percent of your promo talking about a guy who is not only not in the match but hasn't mattered since you were an itch in your daddy's crotch ok? Now, let's do this."

Drew interlocks his hands at the fingers and extends them outwards, cracking all of his knuckles.

"Now LJ you should thank your lucky stars that you were booked at all let alone in a match against me and Mr. Sparkles. You misspoke a bit when you called yourself one of the fastest rising stars in XWF history because of the truth of the matter is you haven't risen at all. Rising is what people do when they accomplish things. You know like winning titles. Which I've done. Twice now. You? Still searching for that elusive title win.

"Let the record show that not I, nor my Manager, who was the person to address you previously, called you old or a dinosaur. In fact my Manager didn't bring up your age at all. You know why? Because it's irrelevant. As in, it has nothing to do with this match at all. You see LJ, unlike you, my Manager and more importantly I don't waste our time with the trivial. Instead I focus on the important. It's truly great that rednecks in Tennessee came up to you asking you to make a return. They missed your technical proficiency you said. I'm sure they did. Everyone enjoys watching a car crash and that's exactly what you are. You are the guy people cheer when they inevitably fail. Spectacularly and often I might add. Not only didn't you win the big one you didn't win any "one". You think your wins mattered? Few and far between that they were? They didn't. No one remembers the matches you won. Hell people barely remember the matches you lost and that's only because you find the need to remind them.

"I have absolutely no idea where you got the idea in your head that my Manager or I think we run shit. In fact if you paid attention at all to when my Manager was speaking previously you would know that it has been made very clear to both my Manager and I that we don't run anything. The General Managers made that abundantly clear when they took the Hart Title from me. So please do me a favor, in fact, do yourself a favor, help me, help you and please stop making shit up so that you have some talking points. Either address what my Manager and I said or say nothing at all. And no LJ I'm not afraid to speak for myself. The reason I allow my Manager to advocate for me is because he's good at it and because it saves me from having to waste my time doing what I just had to do. Which is school an ignorant jackass such as yourself. You see I would much rather let my fists do the talking and that's where The Manager comes in handy but every once in awhile I take some enjoyment out of humiliating someone verbally. Now school's out for the day."

Drew walks over to the side of the boat as The Manager smiles in the background, clearly proud of the verbal beatdown his client just handed out to his upcoming opponents.]]> <![CDATA[Birth of the Beast!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20966 Thu, 30 Jul 2015 11:09:18 -0700 Fontanna]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=20966 The front door burst open! Freddy damn near chokes on his fried chicken as he turns to see what happened. An obviously drunk Pastor Davies had fallen through the front door and was scrambling back to his feet. He grabs Mrs Davies by the neck and slams her up against the wall. Freddy ducks and slides under the table...

"Not here too!" He thought to himself as tears began to flow from his eyes. Pastor Davies begins to scream...

You think I wouldn't find out Bitch! HUH??? Did you????

He tosses her across the room and reaches for the bottle of scotch on the table. He twist the top and takes a hearty swig of this brown nectar. He then slumps against the wall, half sitting, half standing but all the way drunk.

What's the worst part is he was my FUCKING BROTHER! How could you do this to me...HOW??

He stumbles back toward a crying Mrs Davies. Picks her back up to her feet by her hair and then smacks her across the face. Her beautiful angel skin now broken and bleeding. Freddy let out a scream "STOP!!!!!" Pastor Davies drop's his wife and turns his fiery red eyes towards Freddy. He B lines right towards young Freddy, dragging him from under the table. He was so close to Freddy that he could smell the bourbon on his breath...

Who the fuck are you? Betty...Who is this fucking kid?

He is just a boy Richard! Please don't hurt him!

Mr. Davies smiled a devilish half smile. He then slammed young Freddy back into the seat he was sitting on eating his meal. Freddy so wished they could go back to that moment. The food, it tasted like it fell fresh from heaven. The sweet tea was perfect and refreshing, but now...well now it's all ruined. Mr. Davies grabbed a roll of duct tape and begins to secure young Freddy to the chair.

Well my boy! You're in for a show tonight!

Freddy's mouth had been taped shut so he couldn't scream. Mr Davies smack's his wife around some more. Each hit getting stronger and harder. Freddy wanted so bad to help her as she did for him. He wanted to make her pain stop! He felt helpless and anger began to boil in the pit of his stomach. All he could think about at that moment was revenge...but the show wasn't over! Mr Davies grabbed a pizza cutter from the counter...

This is how you treat lying whores boy!

Mr. Davies plunged the cutter into the side of Freddy's angel neck. The blood began to splutter as he sliced her jugular in half. She gasped for air as the blood filled her lungs. Drowning her from the inside out. Freddy let out a muffled scream as she fell lifeless to the floor. Mr. Davies begins to cry as he lay's slumped over his wife's body.

Father forgive me! I am not worthy of this badge you've given me. Please have mercy on my broken soul!

He plunges the cutter into his own neck and like a mad man cut's his own throat in half. The blood sprays every where, including the face of young Freddy Fontanna. He stares soulless at his fallen angel in front of him covered in her own blood. One solo tear falls out of his left eye. Fontanna sat there for hours until the cleaning lady came the next morning.

]By the next morning the quiet little farm house was covered with police officer. Fontanna is sitting on the front porch swing. Mr. Davies blood still splattered on his face. A young detective dressed in a tan suit walks up to Freddy...

Young man...your mother is here to get you.

Freddy's mom comes running around the corner. Playing the concerned mother role, rushing over to hug her son. She leads him to the family station wagon and buckles him in the back seat. She slides into the driver spot and locks the doors. She light's up a pall mall non filtered and let's out huge puff of smoke...

Well you really screwed up now didn't you Loser! You just wait till we get home. Your going to wish you died in there with those people!

Freddy let's out a devilish grin as he pulls out the pizza cutter from his pocket as we fade to black...

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"Not here too!" He thought to himself as tears began to flow from his eyes. Pastor Davies begins to scream...

You think I wouldn't find out Bitch! HUH??? Did you????

He tosses her across the room and reaches for the bottle of scotch on the table. He twist the top and takes a hearty swig of this brown nectar. He then slumps against the wall, half sitting, half standing but all the way drunk.

What's the worst part is he was my FUCKING BROTHER! How could you do this to me...HOW??

He stumbles back toward a crying Mrs Davies. Picks her back up to her feet by her hair and then smacks her across the face. Her beautiful angel skin now broken and bleeding. Freddy let out a scream "STOP!!!!!" Pastor Davies drop's his wife and turns his fiery red eyes towards Freddy. He B lines right towards young Freddy, dragging him from under the table. He was so close to Freddy that he could smell the bourbon on his breath...

Who the fuck are you? Betty...Who is this fucking kid?

He is just a boy Richard! Please don't hurt him!

Mr. Davies smiled a devilish half smile. He then slammed young Freddy back into the seat he was sitting on eating his meal. Freddy so wished they could go back to that moment. The food, it tasted like it fell fresh from heaven. The sweet tea was perfect and refreshing, but now...well now it's all ruined. Mr. Davies grabbed a roll of duct tape and begins to secure young Freddy to the chair.

Well my boy! You're in for a show tonight!

Freddy's mouth had been taped shut so he couldn't scream. Mr Davies smack's his wife around some more. Each hit getting stronger and harder. Freddy wanted so bad to help her as she did for him. He wanted to make her pain stop! He felt helpless and anger began to boil in the pit of his stomach. All he could think about at that moment was revenge...but the show wasn't over! Mr Davies grabbed a pizza cutter from the counter...

This is how you treat lying whores boy!

Mr. Davies plunged the cutter into the side of Freddy's angel neck. The blood began to splutter as he sliced her jugular in half. She gasped for air as the blood filled her lungs. Drowning her from the inside out. Freddy let out a muffled scream as she fell lifeless to the floor. Mr. Davies begins to cry as he lay's slumped over his wife's body.

Father forgive me! I am not worthy of this badge you've given me. Please have mercy on my broken soul!

He plunges the cutter into his own neck and like a mad man cut's his own throat in half. The blood sprays every where, including the face of young Freddy Fontanna. He stares soulless at his fallen angel in front of him covered in her own blood. One solo tear falls out of his left eye. Fontanna sat there for hours until the cleaning lady came the next morning.

]By the next morning the quiet little farm house was covered with police officer. Fontanna is sitting on the front porch swing. Mr. Davies blood still splattered on his face. A young detective dressed in a tan suit walks up to Freddy...

Young man...your mother is here to get you.

Freddy's mom comes running around the corner. Playing the concerned mother role, rushing over to hug her son. She leads him to the family station wagon and buckles him in the back seat. She slides into the driver spot and locks the doors. She light's up a pall mall non filtered and let's out huge puff of smoke...

Well you really screwed up now didn't you Loser! You just wait till we get home. Your going to wish you died in there with those people!

Freddy let's out a devilish grin as he pulls out the pizza cutter from his pocket as we fade to black...

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