X-treme Wrestling Federation - "WAR GAMES 2015" RP Board

Justice Will Be Served! Part 3

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 23:57:06 -0700

A camera turns on and Justice Drake can be seen wearing a sports jersey and blue pants. He looks towards a door and begins to speak.

Justice: "Honey, are you alright? Are you ready?"

It is obvious that Justice is talking to his fiancee, Skylar Storm. She opens the door but doesn't reveal herself or what she is wearing. She begins to respond.

Skylar: "Give me one more minute, honey. I'll just finish my makeup and l'll be out"

Justice: "You don't need makeup Skylar. You look great as is"

Before Skylar can respond the doorbell sounds and Justice leaves the hallway to answer the door. He gets to the door and opens it, revealing Dustin and Terra. Dustin is wearing a motorcycle-like outfit while Terra is wearing a red dress.

Terra: "Hey Justice, sorry if we are late, our cab took the scenic path. Which was also the longest path"

Justice laughs. He then begins to speak.

Justice: "It's not a problem. Please come in, Skylar is just finishing up and she will be right out"

Dustin: "Thanks bro"

Dustin and Terra make their way into the house while Justice closes the door, as they come in.

Justice: "Please make yourself comfortable. I'll go check on Skylar"

Dustin kisses Terra and they sit down on the lounge. Justice walks up the hallway to talk to Skylar.

Justice: "Babe, Terra and Dustin are here. They are waiting"

Skylar: "Give me a sec. I cannot wait to see them, again"

Skylar opens the door and reveals herself. She is wearing a stunning purpley-blue dress and white high heels. Justice is in shock and begins to speak.

Justice: "You look gorgeous babe. Who are you trying to impress?"

Skylar giggles before she begins to respond.

Skylar: "No one babe, only you"

Justice and Skylar kiss and then hold hands. They walk into the room and say hello to Terra and Dustin.

Justice: "Hey, once again"

Terra: "Ha, hey Justice"

Dustin: "Hey, again, bro"

Skylar: "Hey guys, you both look amazing, especially you Terra"

Terra blushes and thanks Skylar.

Terra: "Thank you Skylar, you look like a princess, if you ask me"

Skylar: "I feel like one too"

Everyone laughs at the comment, before Justice pipes up and speaks.

Justice: "Shall we get going? If we leave now we might avoid heavy traffic"

Dustin looks at Terra and then shrugs.

Dustin: "It's fine by me, I'm ready when you are"

Terra: "l'm cool with leaving now, l'm starving!"

Skylar: "Haha same here"

Justice grabs his keys and opens the door.

Justice: "Okay guys follow me. My garage is just outside"
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Oh l almost forgot. You have no idea what Justice's mansion looks like. lt may not be relevant to the story but l kinda wanna brag about how rich he is. This is an aerial shot of the mansion.

lt's a big house so he usually lives with Skylar's 'adopted family' and a couple of friends. They are never home though. Anyway he took the photo from this helicopter.

Oh and the ring that Skylar wears looks like this.

And he got this for Skylar's birthday.

Okay lets get back to the story and l'll brag some more later. When Justice and the crew get to the cars.
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Anywho, Justice and company make it to the huge garage to witness Lamborghini's and Ferrari's everywhere. Justice points to one car, HIS main car! It looks like this.

It is modified so it can take 5 people. There are three hidden seats behind the drivers seat, that are perfectly legal, and all 3 seats have seatbelts.

Dustin: "Holy shit, dude. You are fucking rich, how the fuck can you afford all of this?"

Terra and Skylar hop into the backseats of the car, while Dustin and Justice talk.

Justice: "Dustin, l have wrestled for many inderpendant wrestling companies for about 10 years. When you look at major companies you have 3 options. You got to either the WWE, TNA or XWF. l don't like the way Vince McMahon runs the company, TNA isn't even an option, so XWF was the only other option. And l'm not in it for the money, but the XWF offered near 200 million. Let's just say that sweetened the deal!"

Dustin looks shocked. He then begins to speak.

Dustin: "Holy shit, you are one lucky motherfucker. l was only offered 100 million!"

Justice: "That just proves l'm better then you, haha"

Dustin: "Haha, just get into the car, you jackass!"

Justice and Dustin get into the car as they laugh. The next hour Dustin and Terra have a lovely conversation about where they grew up and how they met. They eventually make it to a Italian restuarant that is inside of the mall. They get settled in and they order a huge pepperoni and pineapple pizza, for everyone to share.

Skylar: "Well me and Terra are gonna go look around for clothing and shoes, while we wait. Can you please text one of us when the pizza is ready?"

Justice: "Will do, babe"

Skylar kisses Justice before her and Terra leave the restuarant.

Dustin: "So, l know you want to know more about what happened 15 years ago"

Justice: "You said you gave me the basics, l don't think l can handle the full detailed story but l want to ask a few questions"

Dustin: "Fire away, bro. l'll try and answer them"

Justice: "Okay, so who was the mafia boss? l may have heard of him, recently"

Dustin: "His name is Angel De Force and he is in America right now. Looking for us, most probably. Either that or he is here to collect some debts"

Justice: "Okay, how strong was the Mafia?"

Dustin: "They weren't that strong but they had a lot of political power. Angel's assistants, associates and his bodyguards were stronger then the Mafia"

Justice: "Wait the Mafia threatened the Queen?"

Dustin: "No, many of the connections and members of the mafia are in goverment. And they have associates that in Congress. Oh and l heard a rumour that they are planning an assasination attempt on the President!"

Justice: "Wait, does the President know? Does anyone know about it?"

Dustin: "I notified the FBI about the rumour and they have started an investigation"

Justice: "Oh thank god, now tell me about the assistant's and the associates Angel has or has had"

Dustin: "Mostly semi-pornstars and lawyers. Good lawyers as well"

Justice: "What a combination. Why pornstars and lawyers?"

Dustin: "l'm guessing he had lawyers so he could avoid jail time. And l'm guessing he has a pornstar fetish. Come to think of it, l believe Skylar was a part of Angel's operation"

Justice: "As a pornstar? That's impossible!"

Dustin: "No, like an unwanted daughter! Angel always kept mentioning a Skylar and the word daughter was usually used in the same or following sentence"

Justice: "No this can't be. l mean Skylar never actually got along or even knew her parents but this can't be true"

Dustin: "It might not be, it's just something l remembered. Listen l got a friend in the FBI who will run a background check on Skylar, just to make sure. Okay?"

Justice: "Get him to contact me directly if he has anything on Skylar! You have my contact details, just past them on to your guy"

Dustin: "You got it!"

The waiter from before approaches the table and informs Justice and Dustin that their pizza is ready.

Dustin: "I'll go get it, you better text Skylar and Terra. Like you promised!"

Dustin gets up from his seat to retrieve the pizza. While Dustin does that, Justice grabs his phone and texts Skylar.

The pizza is ready!!! You better hurry before me and Dustin finish this thing. Love Justice!!

A few moments later, Skylar and Terra can be seen re-entering the restuarant with bags and bags of clothes and shoes. They sit down and place the bags next to them. Skylar notices a hint of sadness in the face of Justice. She asks him whats wrong.

Skylar: "Justice, baby, is something wrong? You look upset"

Justice: "Nah, l'm fine. Me and Dustin were just catching up. Weren't we Dustin?"

Dustin, re-enters the room with the massive pizza in his hands.

Dustin: "We sure did. And fron the looks of it, you gave our bank accounts a beating"

Everyone laughs as Dustin puts the pizza on the table. For the next hour and a half the conversation turned to wrestling. War Games, the XWF were the main topics. Dustin was upset to hear he didn't get picked for a team but then he cheered right up when he found out he was going to be used in someway. Terra was asked if she was going to wrestle like her husband and she didn't rule out a career. After the lunch, Dustin farewells Justice and Skylar. They are staying because Dustin wants to spend some cash as well. Skylar and Justice makes it to the car and Skylar is the first one to speak.

Skylar: "That was a nice lunch. We should do that again, sometime"

Justice: "Yeah it wasn't bad"

Justice and Skylar take the hour trip back home. Skylar opens the door while Justice parks the car in the garage. He gets out of the car to a text message from a Antonio Degrada:

Your friend Dustin told me to contact

you if l found out anything on your fiancee, Skylar Storm. Give me a ring or make an appointment so l can give you the details. Thanks Degrada

Justice's face drops, his fiancee is part, or was part, of the Mafia that is trying to kill him. He keeps a straight face when he walks through the front door, so Skylar doesn't suspect anything.

Justice: "Honey, l'm going to be on the balcony for a few moments, please don't disturbe me. l'll be making a promo for War Games"

Skylar: "No problem, honey. l was going to take a shower, anyway"

Justice opens the door and makes a call to the Degrada guy. It goes to voicemail.

Justice: "Hey, this is Justice Drake. You texted me saying you found something on Skylar. Meet me at the Generations Cafe on Fairground Ave at 12:00 tommorow"

He leaves the message and immediantly gets a text from Degrada.

l'll be there, don't tell Skylar, though.

Justice puts his phone away and looks at the promo camera he set up earlier. He turns it on and begins to speak.
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Justice: "Hello XWF Universe, it's the New Sensation here, Justice Drake. Now l'm here to quickly talk about the upcoming pay-per-view, War Games! Now l wasn't drafted or traded to a team, unfortunately, not just for you guys, but for any War Games teams. l am a very valuable assest to any team, which none of you guys took. But l'm not here to argue about why l didn't get picked. l'm here to give you my predictions and why l think they will win. Let's get started"

Justice pulls out his phone again to remind himself of the matchups. The first matchup is Morbid Angel and his team vs Christopher Isles and his team.

Justice: "Okay, first things first. My money is on Morbid's team. The reason? Well Morbid has made several valuable points about Christopher and his team. Also it seems to me like Morbid's team wants it more. Final result/prediction? Morbid Angel and his team, wins"

Match up number two is Team Trax vs Team Eli

Justice: "My money is on Trax. He has had a hell of a month, which involved him winning the Universal Championship off of that bastard Vinnie Lame. His team is top notch and should easily come away with the win"

Match up three is Team Vinnie Lane vs Team Maverick.

Justice: "This one is tough. These two teams are evenly matched. If l had to pick a winner l would goâ€¦â€¦â€¦ Team Maverick. He has been a fighting champion, unlike Vinnie. But Team Maverick isn't going to get the win easily. I can see this match as being the best of the night"

Justice puts his phone away.

Justice: "Well that is my predictions, let me know what you guys think. And you can count on me causing havoc at War Games even if l'm not on a team. Rest assure, Justice will be Served!"

The camera fades to black.

OOC: Sorry for no colours. I was rushing to get this done in time.

Kentucky Bourbon: There Is

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 23:29:12 -0700

Robbie Bourbon, who's name you will always remember, is going to war.

KENTUCKY BOURBON: THERE IS

We open to see the seat of Rowan County, Kentucky, center for controversy. On one side of the street we see a grouping of people with rainbow flags, and on the other, we see a smattering of supporters of Kim Davis. A news reporter stands on the scene. She sets into looking at the camera.

Hello, I'm Eva Lane, channel 5, Knoxville. I'm here to talk to protesters who have gathered outside of the Rowan County Courthouse both in support of and against Kim Davis, who recently was put in jail for contempt of court for denying marriage licenses to same sex couples, which was federally mandated by the Supreme Court earlier this year.

With that, behind Eva, who's sandy blonde hair and thin Irish lips, beset by her big doey hazel eyes have a way of dominating the screen, we see the would-be anomalous sight of an A-Team van painted to look like the Ghostbusters car tearing down the block, the tires screeching as the brakes are applied and the van pulls up right behind her, sideways, a maneuver that even the boys in Hazzard County would be impressed by. The driver's side door opens and we see Cyberjaw, the man with the cybernetic jaw, hop out and run to the back. As he does this, we see the side door open, and Robbie Bourbon steps out. He walks straight toward Eva.

Uh, hello, and you are?

Eva has a curious smile cross her lips, drawing the skin taught on her distinctly rounded point of a chin. Eva, the Irish beauty, holds the microphone towards Robbie.

Hello, ma'am.

Hi, I'm Eva Lane, Channel Five news, and you are?

Robbie M. Bourbon, and I apologize. Hello, Eva, and HELLO AMERICA!

Well, hello Robbie. What does the M. stand for?

MotherfCENSOREDing.

You can't say that.

Okay. Again, I apologize, Eva. My name is Robbie Bourbon, and I am a member of the XWF, and I'm here to actually get the scoop on what the hell is going on around here with all this bullsCENSORED.

You can't say that, either.

Well, how about I take you out to dinner to make up for it?

Eva blushes brightly as she looks down and back at Robbie. She brushes her hand down the length of his arm, and back up it again, squeezing the knot of muscle that makes up his upper triceps. Robbie giggles and bites his lower lip, glancing back at Eva.

So, Eva, what do you think about Shane ?

Who?

Eh, fCENSORED it.

Eva lets out a loud belly laugh before regaining her composure.

So, Mister Bourbon...

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Bourbon? Are you in the armed forces?

Nope, I was drafted to fight in a wrestling match named after war and just adopted it. I, uh, I kinda wanted to sound more important to you.

Eva giggles and squeezes the same part of Robbie's arm again.

Well, we'll talk about that over dinner. So, Robbie, why would a professional wrestler be coming to Rowan County? Are you here to apply for a marriage license?

Heh, not so much, Eva, I have yet to encounter any evidence that marriage is an institution I'd ever consider. I'm not saying it's bad, mind you, but there's never really been that motivator that I absolutely had to put a ring on someone's hand and make a kid, you know? Well, besides making a kid, because the supreme court decreed that marriage is no longer solely the function to create babies. It's defined as a pact between two adults to represent unity and love. Sounds sweet and all, but frankly, I've never met anyone I could marry.

Robbie's eyes go wide as he gawks at Eva with a sheepish grin.

But, but that doesn't mean I don't think people should be allowed to be married. So, to present my own, and by no means the official XWF, stance on the issue. I am here because my girlfriends want to get married!

Eva's face goes deadpan.

Girlfriends? Plural?

Yeah, I'm kinda polyamorous.

Well, no wonder you aren't married.

Eva rolls her eyes and looks sardonically at the camera. Robbie rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Look, that's, hurgh, look, I really do want to take you out to dinner, and it's not just some dominance play or thing, I really do think you're quite charming and have left a remarkable imprint on me, and besides, my girlfriends are getting married, and they'll want some privacy, I reckon.

You don't want to be there for the honeymoon?

What? Well, uh, I'd always feel embarrassed, since one of the girls was like a brother to me, never saw her as any kind of physical pleasure, but they like each other, and they'll see hella tax breaks and benefits. Ladies?

Both Blue and Ash hop out of the van and kiss each other. They giggle, then slap at each others tits, and kiss each other again. Eva's jaw has hit the floor. They start walking towards the courthouse.

See, it's a shame that people like Kim Davis exist as far as I'm concerned. In the wrestling world we have a guy who's a lot like her, goes by the name of Dim. Dim walks around thinking that because God told him to do something, he literally must do it no matter how irrational or hurtful or wrong he is. The shameful thing is he's not just an abomination to southerners, not just to Americans, but even to the religious themselves. Honestly, men like him and women like Kim Davis are the reason I stopped going to church a long time ago, Eva. See, I've read the good book cover to cover, and for every instance of wrath there are dozens upon dozens of instances of wisdom, love, compassion, and sex. A loooooot of sex. If you read the King James version, each time you read the word 'begat' just replace it with 'boinked someone and produced' and you'll carry an exacter rendition of the events. Furthermore, there are instructions for sperm in the book. It's wonky, and you have to know what to take from it. As such, I carry a message. Leviticus, nineteen, verse seventeen. Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart: thou shalt in any wise rebuke thy neighbor, and not suffer sin upon him. Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself: I am the Lord. See, that right there? That's the word of God. Not what this clown Dim wants to pass off as holy, not what Kim Davis treats as a reality of any sort, and not what Mike Huckabee even can remember in the simplest way possible. I don't even hate the guy, I really wish he'd get some kind of wild science done to make him smarter than a fifth grader at some point... THAT'S IT! Cyberjaw! We need a Smart Dart! We'll start work on it after War Games.

War Games? Is that your next match?

Yeah! It's going to be, well, graphic.

Graphic! How about that! And, what is a 'Smart Dart'?

In the planning stages. I have a dart gun.

Eva giggles again.

Oh, come one pretty eyes, I know I'm not being that funny right now.

Eva clears her throat, sucking her bottom lip for 3/10 of a second before looking back at the camera.

So, you interrupted your training for the match because your belief in this cause is so great that your significant others are getting married.

Heh, it ain't like I'm their husband. Well, anyhow, since I reckon I don't hate people, and I want all this ballyhoo to chill out, I had one of two options. Option one was to create some calamaty of catastrophic proportions that would make people absolutely forget about the issue ever fucking happening, and then we'd never discuss it again until it was a problem again. No fixes found, we just let the problem wash away from view without addressing it. Since that's horrifying, I'm going to bend the media a different direction by making a cameo on what will become Pulitzer prize winning material as I, Robbie M. Bourbon, get things calm and settled in Rowan County.

Cyberjaw has long set up a propane grill behind Robbie. Diamondback, the man who can blend into any crowd, sets a cooler on the ground.

Since this is a wedding party after all, I reckon it's time I started cooking up a meal for the reception afterwards! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I AM ROBBIE BOURBON. I AM NOT HERE TO HARM YOU. FOR YOUR SAFETY AND THE SAFETY OF OTHERS, I WILL BE SERVING FREE GRILLED SALMON, CHICKEN, AND STEAK. I ONLY HAVE ONE TABLE. TO SIT, YOU MUST THROW WHATEVER SIGN OR FLAG YOU ARE HOLDING AND SIT AT THE TABLE WITH THE PEOPLE FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET AND EAT A MEAL. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! THIS IS FOR YOUR IMMEDIATE SAFETY!

The people in this rural Kentucky town all murmur amongst themselves, not really sure of what to do, or even make of Robbie at all.

IT'S FREE FOOD! FREE FOOD! FREE FOOD! FREE FOOD! C'MON, GET YOUR YUMMY FREE FOOD! LOW CARB! NO GLUTEN! LET'S EAT FREE FOOD, YUM, YUM, YUM YUM YUM! LET'S EAT FREE FOOD, YUM, YUM, YUM YUM YUM!

The people all look around and shrug, dropping their propaganda, their stances, and their identifying signs to the sidewalk. Robbie starts doling out the food that the Bourbon Men had been preparing.

That's amazing! Well, this is Eva Lane, and...

Before she can finish, Robbie has walked back over to her.

Woah, woah, woah, come on now. The people need to know, and because I was a jackass and asked on live TV, you kind of have to answer on live TV. Look, I know this is all really kooky, and over the top, but that's just how I deal with things, to the nth degree. Besides, Miss Lane, the reporter and me, a superhero. Are you still on for dinner?

She looks at the camera and smirks.

Sure, fCENSORED it.

M.E Goes To War

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 20:52:21 -0700

We see Mike Emerick backstage in an locker room of some sort. The whole room is dimly lit and the lockers cast dark shadows on the walls. Sitting on a bench, we see Mike Emerick, looking down with the white, bloodstained towel he got from Tony covering his head. He speaks, "War, what is it good for? Some people say absolutely nothing, but I have a different view on war. War brings glory. You know why history is written by the winners and not the losers? Because all the glory and honor went to those who conquered, not the conquered themselves. You see, when a country goes to war, they are doing it to protect their power and authority against another nation who challenges said power and authority. The winner is hailed as the strongest and greatest country in the world, while the loser his plunged head first into ruin and desolation. Why am I telling you this, you ask? It's because just as war brings glory to the victor, War Games will bring Glory to M.E. Since day one people have challenged MY power and authority, and I often challenged the power and authority of others, but no matter who was doing the challenging one thing stayed the same. M.E walked out the victor, and to M.E went the spoils of war. War Games will be no different. People both on Team Victory Forever II and even my own team have questioned my ability and my claim to be the complete package that XWF needs. War Games is my chance not only to prove everyone wrong and myself right, but also my chance to become immortalized as a member of the team that will win War Games 2015, Th3 H4rdc0r3 F0rc3! But I assure you, before my career is all said and done, THAT honor will be small potatoes compared to all the success I will achieve in the future! For now though, to all the moronic fans and the jack asses backstage, and not to mention the idiots in power, get ready, because M.E..." Mike Emerick then jerks his head up quickly, sending his towel flying back into the lockers and onto the floor, revealing Emerick's intense expression and his hundred dollar sunglasses that also help with the intimidating factor. "... is going to war," He then stands up and walks away, leaving the camera to look at the bloodstained towel on the floor. Words then suddenly appear on the screen saying, "See you at War Games," and include a signature at the bottom, "-M.E"

Some Last Minute Shit

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 20:32:15 -0700

Christopher: What's that, brahs? Team Victory Forever: Electric Boogaloo doesn't feel like trying anything anymore? Well fuck them and their lack of effort! If they aren't gonna even try ta fight back, then why should I try to add in any fancy editing shit for this promo? Let's do this old school style then! Let's go down the list of fuckers that I'm fighting against one by one and nail their dick to a cross. Yo Dustin, ya have the card loaded on the phone or not?

Dustin: Yeah, brah, it just finished loading up the photo of Shane's huge fucking castle. Fuckin' scary, that thing is.

Christopher: Scarier than Dim fucking Peter with that bull cock?

[Dustin pauses and audibly gags in his mouth. Chris chuckles a bit, realizing that what he said was, in fact, fucking disgusting, but it became funny; since his friend is close to vomiting and it's about as ridiculous as Yosemite Sam raping Porky Pig.]

Dustin: Okay, maybe it's not that scary, but it's still scary.

Christopher: Nothing will be scarier than that, ya hear? Nothing.

Dustin: Not even Morbid Angel running around buck naked on the streets killing people?

Christopher: Not even that, brah. I mean, seriously, He's been too busy injecting himself with either heroin, even more roids, or whatever the fuck Manbat juiced up with to even focus on what we had to say. News flash, ya brain dead monster, killin' people ain't that scary anymore. Maybe back in the seventies and eighties, but now? The act of killin' on it's own ain't that scary. Nah, brah, 'sall 'bouth the method now. You just ripped a man open, and that shit's been just 'bout done ta death; not literally, of course.

Nowadays it's about how creative people can be, at least in the horror movies that you're paying tribute to. Peeps aren't satisfied with just a stab in the heart. They want ta see things get more creative, more needlessly complicated. Why do ya think Final Destination is so popular, brah? The deaths are about as violent as they can be while being as stupid as possible. You're just a slasher movie villain that tries way too fuckin' hard to scare people. So, ya know, all of them.

Y'know, I'd like to see him put up his promo at the last fucking minute before the plane comes to pick him up. Watch him mention his muscles and how his immortality automatically makes him a badass because he's a God and never lost a match. And since I won't have the ability to prove him wrong later on, I'll just say the first names that pop into my head. Gator's one guy. Vinnie Lane is another. I heard Ghost Tank beat ya, even if it was in a tag match with I don't know who. Hell, those are the people off the top of my head. I'm sure I can name some more if I actually wanted ta, but if you aren't tryin' then why should I?

Dustin: Did any of his teammates try ta discredit ya, dude?

Christopher: Only Dim. The rest of 'em didn't say much, if at all. Hell, I can pretty much repeat their promo's main goal in a few sentences!

Dustin: No fuckin' way, brah.

Christopher: Hell yeah I can, dude! Listen! Bjorn was all like; "I'm gonna make my debut at War Games! RAAAAAAAWRRR!" And Bobby's all like; "I came back from whatever fucking retirement I was on to join team Morbid! Team Isles sucks because I said so!" Now the Reverend was a little late, but he popped on and said; "I think team Isles sucks because I'm with the captain who won at the last War Games. I'm an emo loving jackass that can't say anything clever because I'd come off as a whiny school girl who didn't get One Direction tickets!"

[Dustin is heard laughing from behind the camcorder.]

Christopher: Yeah, that was my reaction too, brah! I had no idea what Morbid saw in those guys, but whatever it was, I bet it was nothing like the shit they put out. Now the last minute surprise entry? The Dimallisher? That's the only one that wanted to win, from the looks of things. Hell, just today he put up another promo! Guess what? It was the exact same shit as the last one! In both promos, he called me an atheist and said that he'd put his cock in my ass for God. Not only is that still massively gay, but he had God do most of the shit for him again!

It's only worse because the slow motherfucker snapped and started talking to a giraffe and a sock like they're people! It's gobne beyone being sad, it's up to the point where we have to put the dumb bitch down like Old Yeller. So ya know what? My team's gonna do it with no signs of remorse! Why do ya think I picked three of the most cold blooded wrestlers of the entire federation? Because I wanted to take 'em out for ice cream? Fuck no! I picked them so we can slaughter these guys with the greatest of ease!

Oh hell. let's go over those three reasons that you told me why I can't win this match, just for the fuck of it. One, he says I'm a . Yes, even though that guy grabbed Peter's ass and wants to fuck me in the ass ta get rid of my 'demons', I'm clearly the bigger here. You see how fucking stupid that is? Even if I did like ta fuck dudes, why would that stop me from beatin' ya? Hell, I said it before, and I'll say it again, since ya love repeatin' yourself. This drilled your head into the ground once before, and he'll have no fucking problems doing it again.

Two, he says I'm an atheist. Sure, I don't believe any form of God and Madison's hands aren't going to convince me any time soon, but what the fuck does that have ta do with my abilities? Nothin'! It's just some bullshit that you had t make up just ta convince those southern hillbilly rednecks that worship yas ta hate me! And ya know what, dude? They won't do shit ta help ya! Even if they did, good luck gettin' them in the cage. You'd end up killin' more than Trax did.

That's what Christian's do, right brah? Make fuck all sense while starting fights with people who won't accept some mythical sky daddy into their life and asses? If Dim was fucked by a pastor in his early childhood, it'd 'splain a lot.

Dustin: What about the third thing, brah?

Christopher: He said that I didn't win shit. And that's the biggest fuckin' lie of 'em all. He clearly didn't see that I beat his fuck buddy and DMX in a triple threat and he sure as fuck didn't see me take that Intercontinental belt away from Paige. I have a seven/four record here in the XWF, and he'd know that if he actually wanted ta insult me properly. Hell, when he bleeds out in that ring, maybe then he'd realize that not only did yet another '' fuckin' prove him wrong again, but also to a druggie like me. What's that Dim? Your druggie of a captain didn't do shit ta help ya? Well maybe next time ya shouldn't have said that you're gonna carry him while fucking that giraffe with a filthy fuckin' sock.

Ya know what, fuck it. I've put in more effort than those lazy motherfucks put in one week. I'm just about done here. I'll see ya in the ring. Don't forget ta stand there like a fuckin' idiot while doin' so.

[With that, the scene cuts to black.]

God can't help you Eli and nor does he want to. Sorry dude.

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 20:17:55 -0700

"You see, as I look forwards to War Games. I can't help but to feel that we've already won this match. Yep, you heard me right. We've won. You see Eli. You've gone and done something so stupid. I'm a business man and you my friend made a very bad business move. You would have had this in the bag, but no. You just had to go and fuck everything up for yourself. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because you're scared of winning, that could be the only reason. Not only did you get rid of most of your team, but you relaced me and everyone else with worthless pieces of shits that couldn't figh their way out of a paper bag. Trax is a smart man and wants to win. That's why he didn't give Austin and I back to you. He knew our value to his team and knew we were going to win. Sure you drafted that cunt but she had some worth, even if she's a CCWF fuck toy, but I'm getting off subject here. Our team is made of the finest here int he XWF."

"Let's take a moment and look at you Eli. Now I won't say that you're not good at what you do. II know you've done some great feats here but after doing so they never really lasted long. You took the head of the owner of the XWF head. Shane's daddy but after taking over your reign didn't last long not only that. After winning title after title you would just give it up. Why is that fat boy? It's simple really. You're a fucking coward then you have the balls to claim you were undefeated as a champion. What kind of bullshit is that? What kind of champion does that kind of shit? No one in their right mind would fucking just give up a title unless they were too chicken shit to defend it."

"I have faith in my team that we'll walk out of War Games as the victors. God isn't going to be able to help you in this one. In fact he has abandoned your ass and who can blame him? Not I. So drink your fucking lemonade and say this and that about us, because no matter what you do. You can't win. This will be the end of you Eli and your team. You might as well not even show up because its going to be a slaughter and Team Dominance are the ones who are going to end you. See you at War Games you fat fucking coward."

Forest Gump Is My Hero

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 15:34:12 -0700

Location: Miami, Florida
2pm

Natalie is sat in the kitchen at the Scully family home, looking at baby clothes on the Internet, on the laptop. Now her and Scully found out they were having a boy, she really wanted some boy clothes, as women do. So far she's added a few vests, baby grows and some little jeans to the basket. 'KNOCK KNOCK' That's the door. Natalie puts the laptop on the table and gets up from the chair. She walks down the hallway and then opens the front door. It's Scullys personal camera man and friend, Alfie. Natalie gestures for Alfie to enter, which he does. Alfie then hugs Natalie for a few seconds before letting go.

"Hey congratulations on your news."

"Thanks Alfie"

"So a Scully Junior to come. Bet he's excited?"

"He definitely is, the big kid. Although he said he didn't mind what we have, he preferred a boy."

"I'm sure he didn't. Where is he anyway?"

"He's upstairs being a superhero. Go up to him."

"Superhero? Okay I will."

Natalie smiles at Alfie as he makes his way up the stairs. Natalie however, goes back in the kitchen. Alfie gets to the top and heads for the spare bedroom but no one is in there. Where could he be? Alfie hears a voice.

"In here!"

Alfie quickly susses out that it's come from Natalie's and Skull's bedroom. Alfie felt uncomfortable entering there room but Scully didnâ€™t seem to mind, hence why he called him. Alfie looks around the bedroom.

"Scully.... Scully..."

Suddenly Scully jumps out of the wardrobe which makes Alfie flinch, especially considering Scully is in fact his alter ego,The Scullanator. Alfie looks puzzled.

"Skull, what the hell are you wearing?"

"I am The Scullanator. I am here to save the world from the bad, the ugly and the obese.

Alfie raises his eyebrows and then laughs at Scully.

"The Scullanator? I know you mentioned it and dressed like it once before but I didn't think you was serious."

"The Scullanator is the future of the XWF. The Scullanator is goin' to be the Supertard of Raw us Wargames."

"Okay?! You can stop messing around now. I came to do some Scully Cam with you."

"Messing? I am not doin' that. It's 'The Banana Peel' when the Scullanator is in checks."

"The Banana Peel? What you trying to be, Banana man?"

"I am not trying to be Banana Man, Alfie....."

"Oh so now you know me? Huh?"

"Erm... Yes. Damn... I'm tryin' to be in carater here."

"Okay.. Okay.. Well of he record, congratulations. Having a boy hey?"

"Fank and hell yeah... Wahooooooo"

"Natalie thought you wanted a boy but you wouldnâ€™t admit it."

"Ssshhh, stop trying to get me in troobull!"

"I didn't mean too."

"How's your bum lover?"

"Jamie is fine... Still can't get over what you look like.

"I Luke cool.

"If you say so! I'll go and get my camera. Is it still in the spare
room?

Scully nods to answer. Alfie goes to get his camera from the spare room. Alfie gets the camera from the spare room and sets it up. It's all turned on and ready to go as he walks back into the bedroom of Scully and Natalie. Alfie laughs at the fact that The Scullanator is actually talking to his teddy. Skull notices Alfie with the camera's rolling and tries to style it out by delivering a Rock Bottom to Ted. A move that isn't even in Scully's move set. Skull feels guilty and kisses Ted on the head, putting it down.

"Let's get this show on the road.

Alfie gives Scully the thumbs up to go. Scully however, just stares. Alfie stomps his foot on the floor to get Skull's undivided attention. He then tries again with the thumbs up and this time, Scully see's the gesture.

"Hey you guys... It's me, it's me, it's that D-O Double G. Oh no it isn't, It's me, The Scullanator. Welcome to 'The Banana Peel'. I am here to save you all from the igna-ronce that some people stew. Yes it seems some people speak about the 'R-truth' when they don't know what the R-truth is. Eli, I'm talking to you. Once again, you men-sions me brief - Lee. That is called Disrespecta. Elizabeth disrespecta's me and that's fine. No, it isn't. I am not a happy Supertard left now, he acts like I'm nothing. I know i'm not a smart man, I know the fings I say sometimes don't make sixth sense but when I get in that ring of fire, I can wrastle. I can kick butt.

All you said about me, was that one of partners Romann called me Forest Gump. That is a comply-ment. Forest Gump is a hero of mine, he is amaze balls. No matter what your accompolish-Ed are, Forests are way, way better. Forest grew up being bullied and no one bullies Scully. Did you know it was Forest who taught Elvis how to dance? He did and never got any credit for it. That is disrespecta!
He had fings on his legs, that didn't Luke very com-fat-ball but when he ran, he ran like the windows and they broke off. Forest was fast, Usain Bolt wouldn't stand a chance against him in a race. He would run and run, then become an American football player. He was amaze balls at that too. He even met the presi, JFK before he was killed.

He then got a desse-greg-ation, whatever that is at the Uni of Alabama. I did get the jizz that it was a good finger doe. He then joined the Vietnam war where he met Bubba and Loo-ten-ent Dan. He saved them cuz he's a hero like me. Loo-ten-ent Dan needed new legs. Forest got the game Medal of Honor and met presi Johnson in the process.

How good was Forest Gump, Eli? He was the best, I wish I could meet him and we could sit on the bench together waiting for tha bus. We could eat chocolate together and he could tell me his life. Forest got good at ping pong, he repasented the US in China. He met John Lennon, 'imagine' that. He met Presi Nixon/Watergate. Did you meet them, Eli? No! We seen the birth of BubbaGump Shrimp Co, bitch. Insest-Ed in Apple Compooters. Forest Gump was special like me. He ran across the country for two years, I fink that is a long, long time. It Luke it in the movie. You couldn't run down the ramp, Eli!

For me to be like Forest Gump makes me happy. It means I am good. So Elizabeth have I made a be leaver out of you? Or do ya fink I'm still useless? I will show you second hand what The Scullanator can do.

You wanna talk about the R-truth? The only reason the Trax Squad are payin' attenton to you is not because of what you have acheed here but because the rest of your team ain't doin' shat. We av no one else to destroy. They don't wanna play no more? Cuz that's what it seems like.

You may have been the man be whore, but fings change, you av changed. It seems you're not the Fireman Sam-e man any more. You av alweddy proven to be a little dumb with the trads you made. Luke what you av now, team friends who don't want to fight. Or is they just don't wanna fight with you? You've over cum odds be whore but I don't fink that is going to happen this time. Da End The Scullanator has spoken!"

The Briefing

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 15:24:01 -0700

Thursday 10th September

The scene opens at J. Hovah's laboratory once again. Trax is leaning on one of the situated work tables arms crossed, his left hand tapping his right arm as he impatiently watches the professor who is hunched over another desk rummaging with something on the table. Trax clears his throat and coughs bringing one a closed hand to his mouth before lowering it to ask...

So what you got for me Joseph?

Upon Trax calling the professor he turns around with a smile on his face, waving around something in a latex gloved hand, a small, closed capped plastic vial with some sort of purple fluid in it.

Apologizes, it took longer than expected but I think I've got a temporary solution to your problem.

What is my "problem" exactly? I still don't understand, whats going on with me?

J. Hovah turns back around and the camera pans over his shoulder to see what he is doing, in front of him on the table is a metal case packed with similar looking vials, at least 50 or so by the looks of it, the professor places the vial into one of the embedded slots in the interior of the case.

I went over your DNA, its still in a bit of a fluctuating ritz at the moment so to speak, still in the process of metamorphosis, those headaches are the result of your body trying to stabilize it self in short. These vials here, which are to be taken orally, can help with that stabilization process, just one drawback though, if you find yourself having any issues and needing to take one of the vials, your body will revert back to its original physiology upon digestion, meaning, you'll be temporarily powerless, until the vial has done its job, basically.

I see.

J. Hovah nods closing the case and locking it before picking it up by its handle and walking towards Trax.

Your body, and mind, is going through some great changes... the process isn't going to be without minor difficulties.

Lets hope they stay "minor".

That they will, just make sure to keep those vials with you, if I was you I'd take one before any wrestling match,last thing you want is one of those migraines happening mid match ,yes that means you'll be powerless during but from what I gather from you, your not the type of person that would want to use superhuman abilities as a crutch in your work anyway right?

Right.

Very well then.

J. Hovah extends his hand holding the case out in front of Trax.

Ugh, only just got rid of ONE brief case now I've got to walk around with another?

Ha! Just come back when you run out of vials, or as soon as you can if any other issues pop up.

Will do, thanks Joseph.

Trax nods and grabs takes the briefcase out of the professors hand as the scene cuts.

Present, Earlier today.

Trax is in his private jet drinking a glass of aged whiskey in one of the luxurious chairs in the passenger area. The jets windows show pitch black sky outside. Jackie is seated next to Trax, curled up in her chair, equipped with a sleeping mask over her eyes and a neck pillow as she snores softly. Trax takes a gulp of his drink then places it in the glass holder in the chairs arm rest before speaking.

As I make my journey across the Atlantic Ocean to make my way to "good ol' merry England" to take part in the PPV War Games,a feeling has come over me like a sudden wave, engulfing me, two feelings actually, the feeling of realization, and the feeling of sympathy.

You see I've come to realize this, Eli James, now that guy and me might have our differences, we may come from and walk different paths of life. But one thing connects us. XWF. We're both XWF through and through, in fact, us two, we're the two front liners in the XWF army waging war against the CCWF some would say.

I already knew this, I spoke on it before, but I started to think about, really think about it, and it hit me. I know why Shane pitted my team against Eli's, he wants the two people that pose the biggest threat to CCWF's uprising at each others throats, he's pitted us against each other, and for his own cruel amusement, he wants to see one of us beat down and humiliate the other. Stringing us along, like puppets. Force us to fight each other, to temporarily get the heat off him somewhat and stop us fighting alongside each other.He knows that forcing us to fight among ourselves like this, while interjecting his CCWF cronies into the teams, leaves us vulnerable. He wants us to tear each other apart so bad that in the heat of the moment we forget we have a common lingering enemy. Which then leads me to my feeling of sympathy.

I'm sympathetic, because not being one to back out of a fight, I have no choice but to give Shane what he wants.

I'm sympathetic, because Eli does have a good heart, but I'm Mr Dominance, I stay true to my moniker and I'm going to flatten him and his team.

I'm sympathetic, because Eli genuinally believes the outcome is going to be different.Well that's what he wants people to believe. But his truths are false.

Trax takes another sip of his whiskey, swirling the contents around in the glass before setting it back down.

How can someone who preaches truth, who claims to be some sort of holier than thou messenger, blatantly come out and stand in front of a camera, and tell lies, lies that will be heard by thousands, no millions of people? "My team is going to win" at this point we all can see that's a far from the truth Eli, come on man. Nothing but lies.

Some prophet.

I find it mind boggling you're actually trying to bitch about myself and other members on my team talking about you constantly, well, who else do we have to talk about? You're the only thing that can be somewhat considered a "threat" on your team. Your team that has already failed you before even stepping foot in the goddamn ring. Where are they at? Elisha is too busy seeing therapists to get over the ordeals of you dragging him into barns which I can only imagine is followed by a whole lot of rape antics and sodomy. Poor Lancelot hasn't been seen since his first promo, some cop probably thought he was a raving Junkie on bath salts and shot him dead. Mr K has heeded my advice and not said a word because even though hes inept enough to lose to sentient dicks, hes competent enough to see when he's in a losing situation so he knows laying low is his best and only option. And your mystery partner remains just that, a fucking mystery because they've yet to reveal themselves and nobody still has any idea who it is and this late into the game nobody gives a damn any more.

Some team.

So tell me, if not about you, who or what else do my team have to talk about exactly?

Second thought, let me speak about the match stipulation, of all the ways I've explained to you why you have a slimmer chance of winning this match than Vinnie Lane has making a number one hit record, I actually haven't discussed the match stipulation and why it spells doom for you.

Shall I?

Very well.

A double ring surrounded by a cage hooked to electrical lines which can be activated. Lets put that into more perspective.

You and your team, most of which can't even be bothered to cut a promo, or at least one worth noting, against my team, that have shown a drive to succeed and been firing on all cylinders all week, tearing your team to shreds verbally before we follow suit psychically in the ring, where you will be trapped with nowhere to run, in a cage with some of XWFs top dogs, and leading them, THE top dog in XWF.

Me.

Has that put things in perspective?

Are you seeing things clearer?

Also, this I find hilarious.You say wins and losses don't matter, yet its you that bought up all your accomplishments here, oh you're a former universal champion? Undefeated trios champion? Undefeated Euro champion? Former US champion? Former blah blah and the rest... well congratulations, keep bringing up all those accolades, it'll make me look even better when I beat you, moron. How is it you don't understand that trying to put me down because you've accomplished more than me is idiotic because you've been here much longer? Did I not already explain that in the last or second last promo? I forgot which one it was to be honest. I'm fairly certain I did though. I've already accomplished a lot considering I've been here less than half a year, after War Games I'll be able to add "captained a team at War Games to victory" on the list, and when I've been here for as long as you have currently, my accolades will overshadow yours tenfold sucker. Boasting that you've accomplished more than me when you've been here so much longer than me is like someone boasting about being in the lead of a race when they had a 5 minute head start, I'm catching up with you fast regardless though. I could understand your verbal dick measuring if me and you had started in this company at the same time, then you would be valid in saying "Ha! I've done more than you!" but since that's far from the case, you just make yourself look like a bit of wanker and a cunt, as my English comrades Steve and Scully would say.

You know what else is hilarious? You trying to say I tried to give myself the advantage in this match by having one extra guy when it was YOU that TRADED ALL OF YOUR TEAM without me even goading you to, I even asked why the hell you would do such a thing. I only wanted Fernando because he begged to be on my team, and that strive to prove himself to be good enough to be on my team is what made me want to have him. It was your stupid fucking decision to disadvantage yourself, like I need an advantage, are you serious? I don't need an extra person on my team to beat you, why do you think I told my first draft pick Sitre she can remove herself from the match if she doesn't want to be a part of it?

Speaking of Sitre...

Grins.

Nice of you to finally join the party. Although I'm thoroughly disappointed about what you had to say. All that talk before War Games that you would lead whatever team you was on to victory and that I was going to LOVE to see what you could do and you're flopping on me now like you made Vinnies penis flop when you ran out his hotel room because you wouldn't let him fuck you from behind? Pity.

Could it be your huge demeanor of indifference and displayed lack of interest in the match, is really a cop out to hide the fact you have a huge bark...but lack of bite?

Trax puts his hands his mouth and widens his eyes mimicking the Goddess's patronizing body gestures and facial expressions.

I think it could be! You made a valid point though. You're not needed in this match whatsoever. Heavy lifting is my thing, I am carrying the whole of XWF on my shoulders after all, you're completely right, me and Fern alone could tear through Elis team like a cannon ball through paper. No need to thank me for the easy paycheck, you're welcome, really. Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Trax puts two thumbs up, once again mock mimicking the Goddess.

Feel free to remove yourself from the match Sitre and instead go bounce like the checks Shane writes out to you on Vinnies cock backstage. I'll see you when we face off in that tag team match for the titles, however, if you try anything at War Games... I'm anticipating it, I'm countering it, and I'm taking you out, ahead of schedule. Bye now, bye to you too Eli.I need to catch some sleep before I touch down in England in a couple hours, where I'll be having a face to face meeting with my troops...

Trax grins once more before leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes and the scene fades.

Present, current time.

The scene opens and we are now in what appears to be an office room, there is a large wooden table in the middle of the room where currently Steve Davids, Scully, Fernando and Roman are all seated. Roman, Fern and Davids are in casual attire, Scully however, is in army fatigues, complete with camo face paint and a plastic toy gun. Steve and Fern shake their heads at the former Champion as Roman chuckles.

Roman:: Scully, why the fuck you dressed like that?

Scully:: Silly Ancient Rome, you didn't get the meme?

You mean memo? Yeah I did, we all did, but if Trax thought I was going to satisfy his weird cosplay fetish to play along with one of his ego-slash-dick stroking promos he was unfortunately mis-

Roman stops mid-rant as the door to the room is kicked open and in walks Trax, dressed like an US Amry Captain, the Universal Champion draped across his shoulder, a shit eating grin draped across his face.

Listen up maggots.

Wow... he was being serious.

Trax shoots Roman a scolding look, before walking around the table and standing against the wall that has a Project screen on it.

We have a mission to complete. War Games is nearly upon us and its time for us to face the enemy we've been engaging with head on, now we've had the enemy on the ropes for days now, victory is surely within our grasp, all we need to do is take out their Leader, just so you are all re-familiarized with what the enemy leader looks like...Scully the projector!

Yes Sir Trax!

Trax steps out of the way of the projector screen and turns off the lights as Scully observes the projector on the table in front of him looking confused for a few moments, before finally pressing a button on the projector causing an image to be displayed on the screen.

There is a collective "ewwwww" by the wrestlers in the room, Steve cries out.

What disgusting manner of beast!?

Scully... wrong picture.

Sorry Sir Trax!

Scully leans forwards and presses another button on the projector.

Now laughter rings out in the room, as Trax yells out.

SCULLY!? WRONG FUCKING PICTURE!

Hehe...sorry Sir Trax!

Austin Fernando:: What afrodelic manner of beast!?

Fern shut the fuck up! SCULLY!

Finally Scully, after recovering from a fit of giggles, changes the slide picture on the projector once again.

Ahem yes...as I was saying...this is the face of our enemy, now this enemy has tried attacking us with false truths and futile statements the past couple of days to try and make us back down but it has all been for naught. We have demolished and demoralized most of his men before we have even met them on the battlefield, they have made themselves scarce for the most part it seems and left him to rot, but they will not be exempt from his fate, no, there will be no escaping us in this battle , they will all go down, together, they will all hold hands and wallow in defeat and utmost failure in unison. Theres nothing much more for me to say, its over kill at this point, but I will say this, it has truly been an honor working alongside you brave noble soldiers. You've all done yourselves proud I must say. You've done your captain proud. Now lets go out there, and finish this. Lets go out there and wipe out this weak resistance that's been fighting a downhill battle against us all week and their leader off the map. Lets go out there, and show them, and show the entire world, what happens when you cross the wrong side of... TEAM DOMINANCE. Hooyah!

Fern, Davids, Roman:: HOOYAH!

Scully: HOORAY!

Trax turns the light back on, Scully is on his feet saluting as everybody else looks at him either face palming or shaking their heads, or both. The camera then focuses on Trax as he burns a whole through the lens, that amber tinge in his eyes now very distinct.

I'll tell you what happens when you cross the wrong side of Team Dominance Eli. You lose, thats the real truth, truth hurts doesn't it? The worst hurting is yet to come, peace.

...Of cake?

Scully...you're goddamn right.

Fade.

This is Gods plan

Sat, 12 Sep 2015 11:38:52 -0700

*Its a beautiful Saturday afternoon, one day before War Games. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and its a good 60Â° outside. While the rest of the world is outside enjoying the weather, Some people are sitting inside trolling the XWF website, watching the massive amounts of War Game promos that have been posted over night. All of a sudden the screen flickers and freezes up. Static comes across the screen for a couple more seconds, as a man gets focused into the image. He is wearing all black with an Anonymous mask covering his face. People on the website are shocked! The man stares into the screen for a couple more seconds and starts to speak...*

===========================================

Dear my Brothers and Sisters,

Hello fellow citizens of the world
and XWF Universe,

It is time to open your eyes. Do not believe the lies that are placed in front of you. Do not get locked inside this psychological prison of fake hope and promises promoted by the enemy. Some of the people are far too gone already, but as for the rest of you, there is still time. Follow Team Vinnie down the right path of truth, justice, and victory. Join us. As we take out one by one of these so called 'legends' and 'chanpions' False flagging motherfuckas that shoulda been erased from the roster a long long time ago! Its time for a change. Forgive thy enemy, for they know no better...

*Laughing, The man slowly takes off the mask and its revealed to be Code Red. He places the mask on the table and places his hands together as if he was praying...*

But I feel like I should be the one asking for forgiveness, preying on the weak ones im put up against on Sunday Its a shame but its what needs to be done. Cleanse the world of the corrupt ones we walk past on a daily basis. The world is gettin over crowded and the air is becoming thin. Im tired of rubbin elbows with people that cant stand to look me in the eye, or cowards that would stab their own momma in the back if it meant them good. Well I have news for you, XWF universe! The time to stop dealing with these 'no talent' deep throating cock suckers is now! Why must these fuckboys go on and on pretending and acting like they have the slightest chance of walking out of War Games victorious? Its a scam. Do NOT believe the hype known as 'Team Perfection'.

Let me ask you this...Where are your so called hero's??? Where is your XWF Hart champion? After being ghost for the entire week, He finally wants to show up and call a "team meeting" *chuckles* but where is that fat fuck Ghost Tank? Or Rebecca Lewis? We all know NOW where PG13 is...some where locked up in a cell getting dick in his brown eye. aha. Pitiful. Now you draft some guy TJ Wallace? *shakes his head* Why continue to drag others into YOUR mess? Shit, One less guy woulda made the match even stevens. But nope. You just needed that extra help *laughs* I completely understand Maverick, fucking pussy. Did the rest of your team miss the jet? Get cold feet? I was starting to think little Lux Lyden is the only competitor showing up at War Games, and I applaud you Mr. Lyden. Showing the type of class and heart you have is inspiring and quite refreshing, but at the same time, very idiotic of you. Face it, Your team is counting on you and you alone Lux. While they are off some where playing hide-and-seek with eachother, They leave you standing there on the front lines. Alllllll byyyy yourself. Maverick is struggling right now trying to round his team together and its hilarious. Who named that douche captain? Im sure neither of us expected to see that but hey, I could be wrong. And for your sake, I hope I am. I guess it depends how you wanna look at things though. I mean, even your good ol' buddy and tag team partner, Trax, seems a little worried about you. Dont he? Seems to me like, hes a little more worried about you and Vinnie Lane then he is for his own team. And who could blame him?

Watching your loved ones walk into a lions den is probably never an easy task. No matter who you are. Watching them suffer, watching them get chewed up and spit out like its nothing. I feel for you Trax. It saddens me knowing you'll have to sit there and watch as we beat the holy bromance outta your boy. And there aint SHIT you can do about it. So If I were you, I would say a little prayer for him tonight. Everybody. Pray for the entire team and just HOPE this ONE time, God will come down to save you you all, and strikes us down! Because right now, the 'big guy upstairs' is probably your one and only chance of leaving War Games with your hand raised. I can not make this up...

I repeat.

I can not make this up. Tune in Sunday night and see as the truely dominate team stands on top of the mountain. Team Maverick, You can continue to stand in the back some where, outta sight, with your heads down, avoiding the whole situation all together, which is what I suggest....or you can put your big boy pants on, man up, and face your fears. Take the loss like a man and move on with your pathetic excuse of a career. Dont come in that cage and feed the animals Maverick. Hopefully next time you decide to speak my name, You can come at me with something else besides a Mountain Dew jab and a shot at my chick. Use your noggin Mavey, Come at me with something a little more original and intelligent. You talk about Gilmour being your bitch? But Sunday night, You'll become MYYY bitch. You dont know me yet, but MARK MY WORDS, You will. So I hope you bring your A-game, Champ. You little 'run' here is over buddy.

Step aside. Call it a day....

As for the fans and everyone else gettin ready to see this years War Games, I feel like I should apologize to you. Apologize that the main event this year is going to be a complete slaughter. Blood and bones every where. So if you have a weak stomach, I suggest you change the channel. Its obvious which team is ready to go to War and it isnt 'Team Perfection' Trust me...If I had any say in the booking, I woulda vetoed this match on a count of unfairness. Maverick and the rest of his team will get exposed. Dont point the finger at me, This is Gods plan.

See ya at War Games, fuckers.

*The scene quickly goes back into static as Code Red is no longer visible. People are pissed their computers are jammed and have to restart.*

End.

Bitches be crazy

Fri, 11 Sep 2015 23:56:55 -0700

The scene opened up to Roman in his L.A. office. He had returned to California after a night of wild sex with Lady Ashworth. He was a bit hung over, but that was okay. The sex was well worth it. Roman sat back in his chair and lit up a cigarette, as he sat there relaxing, his office phone went off. Roman sighed before leaning over and picking it up.

"Hello?"

"Sir, you have a call from a Mr.Sayors"

"Alright, send him through. I have to talk to him sooner or later. Might as well get it out of the way now."

"Very good sir. I'll put him through line two."

Roman wait a moment, then hit the flashing line two button.

"Steve. What can I do for you?"

"Well Mr. Wulfrun. I'd like to interview you and get your thoughts on your match at War Games."

"Well ask away fucker. I don't have all day. I have a lady friend coming over and I plan on sticking my dick in her. So chop chop mother fucker."

"Yes of course sir. Firstly. What do you feel about your team? Do you think they will come out and do their job? Or will they fail and fall flat on their faces?"

"You're fucking joking me right? I know for a fuckin' fact that we're going to win at War Games. There are a few reasons why we'll win. Do you have your head up your ass Steve?"

"N-no."

"Oh really? Then you'd see who is on this team. Our captain Trax, is the fuckin' Uni-Champ as well as half of the tag champs. We have Steve Davids who is the Xtreme champion, Scully who may be a but he knows how to fight and get the job done. So does that really make a ? No, it makes him have value to this team and then there is Austin, what else do I have to say about him? You should already know Steve."

"Yes well, what about your opponents?"

"Psh, Eli and his lousy team of rejects. Well I'll tell you right now. He had to have made the worst business move in the XWF. He let go or Austin and me, that was a very foolish thing to do and it will cost him victory at War Games. I'm going to do that fat fuck a favor and toss him into that portal so he can begone from the XWF forever. No one wants him around."

"What about your other Partner? Sitre? Do you think she will turn on you guys and attack with CCWF?"

"I'll tell you right now. I don't trust her and if any of my partners do, then they are fools, but I'm sure it's safe to say not one of them do, even the Scully doesn't. If she tries anything. She's going to be sorry and she'll be taking a trip into that portal as well with Eli."

"So you're not worried about War Games?"

"Fuck no, we're going to win and that will be that. There isn't a fucking thing that anyone can do to stop us and if they try, they are going to find out that you don't fuck with the rich a powerful. We have this in the bag. There isn't one person on Team Bible Fuckers that can stop us."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Yeah, I do. If any CCWF fucker and that means Sitre as well, tries anything. It will be one of the last things you do. I will rain Hell down on you all and Shane as well. There isn't a fuckin' place you could hide from my wrath. So stay out of our team's way."

"Do you think that's wise to sa-...?"

"Shut the fuck up Steve, or I'll toss you in that fucking portal as well. I have a meeting, so I'll be going now. Peace out fuck face."

Roman hung up the phone, he snapped his fingers and like clockwork, Jenkins was standing next to him with a new glass of Johnnie Walker. Roman took it and lit up another cigarette.

"When does my meeting start?"

"In about ten minutes sir. Is there anything I should do?"

"Yes, Get my limo ready. This meeting won't take long."

"Where will we be going sir?"

"To meet up with my brother. He wanted to talk to me about something. Not sure what. I said I'd meet him at the country club."

"Very good sir. I shall get your limo ready right away."

With that Jenkins left to do his duty. A few moments later. A woman walked into Roman's office. The darked hair male smiled and took a drink of his Johnnie Walker.

"Well hello there Jill. So glad you could come. I've been meaning to speak with you."

"It took you a week to call me? Am I nothing to you?"

Roman smiled once again. She couldn't be more right.

"Well the thing is. I'm going to have to break off us off, you see. I'm far to busy now a days to have a lady friend. So I'm sorry but we are done."

Jill's eyes filled with rage and before Roman knew it. She had pulled out a handgun from her purse and pointed it at him. Any normal man would freak out, but Roman stayed calm. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew out the smoke from his lungs.

"Woah now. Don't go all psycho cunt on me. Just deal with it. I'm done fucking you, that's it. Nothing more."

"WHAT! You thought this was just about fucking?" She said and moved closer to him now. The gun pointed at his chest. Roman looked at his watch and messed with it before looking at her once again.

"Yeah, Of course it was just about fucking. Did you think I'd fall in love with you? Please bitch. I'm too busy for love. Plus I don't plan on having kids or anything of the sort."

"You piece of shit! I loved you and now you're telling me you don't!? There is another woman isn't there? Who the fuck is she!? Tell me now Roman!"

The fact of the matter was, there is another woman. Lady Ashworth. She was a billion time hotter then this bitch and had an ass and tits to go with it. Roman chuckled.

"Yes, there is another woman and she's a lady, she'd never pull out a gun and threaten me like you are now. So why don't you put that gun away and I'll let you walk out of here alive. It's all on you bitch."

"Let me walk out of here alive? You cocky bastard. I'm the one with the gun. If I can't have you, then fucking no one can!"

The crazy bitch cocked the hammer to the gun, took aim. She squeezed the trigger and fired. At the moment the bullet flew through the air, but it didn't hit it's target, in fact, it didn't hit anything. Jill looked shocked as Roman stood there taking a drag from his cigarette with a smirk on his face.

"What the fuck?" Jill said in a confused voice.

"Are you looking for this madam?" Jill saw that Roman's butler was standing next to him. How and when did he get there, She thought. He held out his hand and in his palm was the bullet.
.
"W-what? How could you have?"

"Jenkins is one bad ass butler. Now then. Jenkins, throw this trash out of my building now."

"Very good sir."

Jenkins walked over to the woman, who tried to get off another round, but Jenkins grabbed the gun from her hand, then smashed her in the face with his silver platter knocking her to the ground. He picked her up and walked over to the slidding glass door that let out to a balcony. With a simple toss, the threw her over, sending her down eighty stories. She woke up in mid fall screaming all the way to her death below.

"Hmm, call the cops Jenkins and tell them that we just had a suicide. We need to have that cleaned up."

"Very good sir, I shall be on it at once."

Roman went to his desk and sat down in his chair, leaned back and waited for the police. He couldn't help but to laugh as he drank down the rest of his drink.

Meeting the M.3.

Fri, 11 Sep 2015 23:53:40 -0700

[Chris and Dustin are seen walking into a gym as the scene fades in. There are a ton of large men lifting weights, hitting the heavy bag, and pulling off aerobic exercises in a boxing ring. There are also some women dancing to Zumba music and practicing some yoga somewhere over in the far end of the gym. The smell of sweat and B.O. riddles the air as they both retch and try to direct the air away from their noses by swatting the air. They don't really like it here, but they're not leaving until they find Mike Emerick, the M.E., and drive him to California for the team meeting.]

Dustin: See him anywhere, brah?

Christopher: No, not really. I mean, almost everyone looks the same here. They're either in sweat pants and a tank top or topless.

Dustin: Well he's gotta be here somewhere. I mean, this is only a one floor gym. It's not like he's jumping off the roof doing parkour or some shit like that.

[Chris giggles.]

Christopher: You never know, dude. It's the XWF, after all. People rise from the dead and claim Godliness in this federation. Might as well be normal if everyone that wants to join this place from now on be a God.

Dustin: I'd really hate to see what a God of grass looks like.

Christopher: Maybe a hippie that never says one word without his hooka.

Dustin: Not that grass, brah!

[They both laugh.]

[Dustin: Hey, isn't that him over there?

[Suddenly they see Mike Emerick, chatting it up with two hot women in yoga pants and athletic tops. He turns and sees them, waves bye to the women, and heads towards them.]

"Oh, hey Chris!" He says in an surprised tone, "Can't believe you traveled all the way up here just to pick me up!" He is dressed in an large black T shirt with the words, "It's all about M.E" on it in golden letters with his wrestling gear and sunglasses on and carrying an large suitcase,
"Excuse the suitcase, I don't want to risk my thousand dollar robe being soiled on the trip!" He then sees Dustin, "Well hello there! Isles told me a bit about you, so he probably told you a bit about M.E! Am I right?" Before Dustin can answer, an old, short, and fat man wearing a sports jacket with a towel around his neck along with baggy sweatpants and Nike shoes comes up to them,

"Well, well, well Mike!" he says in an fatherly tone towards Mike Emerick, "Going so soon?" he then sees Christopher Isles, "Well hello there Mister! You must be Christopher Isles!" He then turns towards Mike Emerick again, "He looks alright to me Mike," He then looks back at all of them, "Well, I wish you all luck at War Games, but Emerick, before you go, I want you to have this," he then hands him the towel from his neck. It is a normal towel, but with some faint bloodstains on it and other signs of wear,

"Your lucky towel?" Emerick says in astonishment, "Thanks Tony!"

Tony has a look of amusement on his face, "Yeah, yeah all that sentimental crap, what really matters is what's in that towel,"

Mike opens the towel to reveal, two cards?

"Um... Tony?" Mike says in confusion, "What are these?"

Tony than laughs, "Those are two free thirty day membership cards for your friends! Remember, the best place in Alaska to get in fighting shape is the Anchorage Coliseum! Once again, I wish you all luck!"

Emerick laughs as well, "Good luck to you too Tony! I'll come back either in peace or in pieces!" He Turns back to Chris and Dustin, "That's Tony for you, he's my personal trainer and owner of this place," Mike Emerick than takes a deep breath, "So, are we ready to go?"

Christopher: In a moment. First we hafta find a place to get a meal. We haven't eaten much of anything on that flight. Seriously, have you seen the airline food? That shit's tinier than baby hamsters.

[Dustin can't help but stare at the membership card he's been given. Neither he nor Chris travel all that much, so he's wondering what kind of alternate use he can find with cards from a gym that's only in Alaska.]

Christopher: You must be pretty popular here to be friends with the gym owner, brah. I mean, most people we meet in the gym want us to either get out or kill ourselves with the heavy weights.

Dustin: Maybe I can use it to cut some sugar...

Christopher: Anyways, ya know a good diner 'round here, dude? It's on us, so don't worry 'bout paying.

"Well, I don't really go out to eat much," Mike Emerick explains, "But I do know of a good place we can go, Village Inn perhaps? If you're wondering what they serve there, they have pancakes, pies, french toast, steak, hamburgers, sandwiches you name it, they probably have it,"

Christopher: Sweet! Let's go there right now. I've been dying for a burger.

[Dustin looks over at his friend, who is motioning him to leave the gym right now so they can get some food. He nods and stuffs the card into his pocket and storms out of the gym. Knowing the non-wrestler of the duo, he's probably shaking and could kill for a quick snack. No, not literally.]

[We fade back in on the regular duo and Mike Emerick in a booth table in the diner of the Alaskan Village Inn. Chris is seen eating a modest sized burger with bacon strips and onion rings while Dustin chows down on some Philly Jack Benedict. Meanwhile, Mike is seen taking his time with a chicken fried steak with a side of sausage gravy, a biscuit, and some array of veggies. Chris and Mike look at Dustin scarfing down his meal without actually tasting and savoring it.]

Mike is both amazed and kind of revolted at the same time, "Dude, I know your hungry but, Jesus. I don't want to sound like my mother, but slow down a little! You might choke!" Emerick turns to Chris, "Does he eat like this often?"

Christopher: Nah, this is the first time I've seen him like this, too. I have no clue why he's eating this fast or this much. Yo, brah, you okay?

[Dustin takes a break from scarfing his face and looks over at the other two, who are a bit worried about how much he's binge eating.]

Dustin: I'm just really fuckin' hungry, brah! We didn't have a bite since Washington!

[Chris smiles and looks over to Emerick, who appears to still be confused.]

Christopher: Back in Canada, he smoked a fat one before we crossed over to Alaska.

Dustin: Dude, if you stopped for some fuckin' Redvines like I asked, I wouldn't be doing this.

"Well, eat up, the trip to California from here might be a bit long," he then turns to Isles, "Sorry I didn't say this sooner, but congratulations on taking the IC title from Game Girl! About time someone handed bit-bitch her first loss, and while I wanted to do it, I can settle for handing her a second loss I guess,"

Christopher: 'Ey no sweat, brah. She was bound ta glitch up eventually and I just happened ta pick the right time. But now's not the time for that at the moment, right now we gotta get ya ready for the match. Just gotta box this up and get goin'.

[Chris then pulls out his wallet and grabs a total of forty dollars from it.]

Christopher: 'Sides, once we get ya in that ring, everyone and their mothers will know how powerful and awesome the M.E. is, brah!

Mike Emerick laughs, "That's right Chris! At War Games it's going to be all about M............. wait for it......... E!" Chris and Dustin give Emerick a dirty look, "Oh... I mean, M.E AND Th3 H4rdc0r3 F0rc3! Heh heh... just pay for the food and let's hit the road!"

[They stare a hole through him for a few moments as the scene fades to black.]

Coming Clean

Fri, 11 Sep 2015 23:48:11 -0700

~Act III~

Iâ€™m going to be honest with everyone.

I was never a doctor.

There was no voice.

I was never a killer.

I was never a hero.

Stevil wasnâ€™t dead. He was pregnant. Well, she was pregnant. Her name wasnâ€™t Stevil Oâ€™McButevil. It wasnâ€™t even Steve. I guess she wasnâ€™t Tri Bute either. Her real name is Stevella De Vil.

Stevil was nothing but a figment of her imagination, a broken unicycle rolling through the confines of our minds, if you will. He was just a character she liked to play in order to spice things up in the bedroom. It was all an elaborate rouse in order to have me poop in her mouth.

She doesnâ€™t ask me to do it anymore because it didnâ€™t taste good.

Iâ€™m sorry I tricked everyone.

I didnâ€™t mean to lie, but I have one of those brain problems with my head. Itâ€™s not as bad as Maverickâ€™s brain problems though so Iâ€™ll be fine. Iâ€™m just really susceptible to mind games, even if theyâ€™re my own.

Dr. Salp told me to think about my life and figure out what was real. Since then, Iâ€™ve come to realize that most of my life was just mind games meant to give me the upper hand in matches and confuse my opponents. I want to say the mind games were all Stevilâ€™s doing, but my promos didnâ€™t make any sense at all long before I met him and mind gamed myself into paying him to do what I was perfectly capable of doing myself. Then I realized he wasnâ€™t a real person either. He was just the wife I didnâ€™t know I had playing mind games on me.

I donâ€™t think she meant to confuse me or take advantage of me. She said she was sorry anyway though. She thought I was just playing along, and I think a part of me was.

None of this matters anymore. The baby will be born soon, so I need to focus on being a good father. My dad didnâ€™t pretend to be batman or a murderer and convince himself famous actors were dead, so I wonâ€™t either. Little Maven the 42nd needs me to guide him down the right path so he doesnâ€™t end up like Maverick. Iâ€™ll make sure he learns how to use a toilet.

For my sonâ€™s sake Iâ€™ve decided to give up mind games. He is entitled to a father that isnâ€™t constantly confusing himself with one elaborate lie after another. He deserves a role model that plays fair and doesnâ€™t resort to cheap tricks to win wrestling matches.

With that said Iâ€™d like to extend a sincere apology to two of my partners at the War Games PPV, Vinnie Lane and Peter Gilmour. You are both way better at fighting than me and if it wasnâ€™t for my trickery I wouldnâ€™t have defeated or killed either of you. You both have my blessing to say that those loses never happened, because what I did to you psychologically should be outlawed worldwide. As far as Iâ€™m concerned you both are RXW World Champions. Feel free to put that in your accomplishment lists. I'm sorry.

My opponents and partners at War Games shouldnâ€™t expect the scared shallow shell of a man that used to wrestle here. I lift weights now. I eat healthy food now. I tried out this thing called jogging, which is really fun. I went to a kung-fu class and I learned that youâ€™re supposed to spin your fists as you punch. That makes the punches hurt more. There will be a new Guppy Parsh at War Games.

I used to think triangles were the best shapes Iâ€™d ever come across. I thought it would take thousands of lifetimes to come up with a better shape, but I looked in the mirror this morning and I loved what I saw. I am in the best shape of my life. I opened some old toy boxes and found all my old building blocks. That oneâ€™s a circle, but I was more well-rounded than it. That oneâ€™s a square, but I was just as equilateral. When I came across the triangle I barely even noticed it, because I was better than it. Way better.

â€¦.But I digressâ€¦.

I donâ€™t have any other wrestling clothes, so Iâ€™ll be wearing the Batman costume to War Games. That will be the last time, unless someoneâ€™s life is in danger and they signal me somehow.

~Act IV~

I couldnâ€™t sleep.

I took a Sominex.

I was hearing that voice again.

It wasnâ€™t Peterâ€™s or Tri Buteâ€™sâ€¦those were just mind games.

No... this one was different.

It was soft. It was sweet.

It was whispering to me.

â€œAbbboooorrrrrt meeeeeee,â€

It was so faint.

â€œPleeeaaaseâ€

My eyelids became too heavy. I drifted away...

Guppy fin.

Surprise Press Conference

Fri, 11 Sep 2015 23:03:55 -0700

(( OOC: Continued from here: http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=21756 ))

FLASH!

That camera flash was the first thing that greeted the eyes of Maverick as he walked outside, temporarily blinding him as he blinked a few times. However, the cameras didn't care, they kept eating up his figure, ready to stick it in whatever tabloid journalism or story regarding Patrick Gordon XIII's arrest that was available.

You alright? I know the press can be merciless at times, but you seem. . . out of it.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Alright, I'll listen to you here. But, if you're feeling sick or the like, just tell me, and I'll take over, 'kay?

You worry too much.

It's what fathers do, kiddo.

While this little discussion was going on in Maverick's mind, the Avatar of Perfection confidently strode over to the press conference podium, ready to answer whatever questions the media could conjure up. At the moment, Maverick wore a mask of confidence, trying to hide the fact that he was taken by surprise here, and his headaches that were around all week were only getting worse. . .

"Welcome, welcome!" Maverick said into the built- in microphone, greeting the press who only responded by snapping more pictures of the Hart Champion.

"So, yes, you caught me. I'm ready to answer whatever questions you have here. Yes, you there, gentleman in the front row who looks like he's about to get a seizure trying to get me to notice you."

"Mister Maverick!" the reporter managed to breathe out, whipping out his notepad full of questions. "The wrestling analysts have been criticizing you all week for your choice picking up Patrick Gordon XIII in the War Games draft, and now they're only continuing to criticize you with the choice of replacing him with TJ Wallace now that he's been replaced! Your thoughts on the matter?"

Maverick chuckled a bit, then looked down at his podium, the first beads of sweat managing to make themselves noticeable. He knew a question along these lines had been coming- online columnists were having a field day with him for choosing a rookie who had practically said nothing the entire week to close out the second round. They were continuing to berate Maverick due to the choice to replace him for TJ Wallace, instead of going with a tried and true star who had been left out of War Games, such as Frodo Smackins.

"I'll tell ya what was on my mind when I chose Patrick Gordon XIII. I was listening to my gut- really, it's a 50/50 on if I listen to him. Sometimes he says good stuff, sometimes he says stupid stuff, and that time, he said to take a chance, go with the rookie. I still had my third round pick anyway, not to mention Lux was arguably one of the best draftees to pick up. So, I decided to listen to him. I chose Patrick Gordon, and looking back on that memory, I can safely say I was wrong. There were a lot of steals I could have picked up around that time- such as Abigail, for instance. Or, I could have broken up Lane's choice to draft the Killers, and snatch Peter away."

"Now, for the choice of choosing TJ. I chose him because I know he's looking for payback. TJ came back to the XWF specifically for Lane, and what does that dildo do? He fucking goes turncoat, and joins up with those CCWF ! Not to mention, once upon a time, TJ Wallace and Vinnie Lane were a part of a team, known as the Underground. Therefore, if there's anyone I know who I could've swapped out Patrick for, who knew Vinnie Lane like the back of his hand, all the dirty tricks he could have pulled out, all the moves he would attempt to do, I know that would be TJ's area of expertise. So, I picked him. Simple as that."

"Now then. You there, lady, third row, left side, red dress." The reporter, finally realizing that Maverick was talking to her, cleared her throat before talking.

"Maverick! After Poppa Feder's dominant return to Madness last week, most fans can agree that your team is pretty much fucked. But, what do you say?"

Maverick studies the female reporter for a moment, the camera continuing to eat up Maverick's figure as he decides what to say. But then, a smile can be seen on Maverick's face, along with a low chuckle. He's laughing.

"Poppa Feder! Pfffft! I know I already said before I took back the 'has- been' line about him, but he truly is just a has- been now. He loves to keep reliving the past. Remember when he was talking about Gauntlet City?"

"Hey! Pops! We're not at Gauntlet City, 2013 anymore! We're at War Games, 2015! Gone are the aged fossils like Mark Flynn, Donathon Alphonse Francois De Sade, and Neonero! We are entering the Age of Perfection! Taunt me all you like, call me a , I fucking beg you. Because I know you'll do it, and it's nothing unique. Hell, I've been called a on pretty much a daily basis! Nothing you can say can truly harm me. Go on, try and prove me wrong. Go challenge accepted mode on me, I beg you."

"Guys, let me tell you how I feel about Poppa Feder. You know how your friends hype up this one thing, the best thing since sliced fucking bread, one of the best things to ever grace this planet. But then, when you get it, you're. . . disappointed. Like. . . it's a dud bomb. That's how I feel about Poppa Feder. I mean, he's regarded as one of the best in this business, hell, there's even a belt named after him! So, when I first managed to talk to him, I thought he was going to rip me a new asshole. . . but I was sorely disappointed."

"In the event that Poppa Feder does manage to see this little press response here, and would like to point out that I used the 'has- been' argument before, and he beat me back because of that, I'd just like to say this-- he hasn't done anything to disprove that. Oh, he threw me and Pest around the ring and lit me on fire. But shall we remember what happened before?"

All of a sudden, a screen pops down behind Maverick, and it shows the end to the Main Event on Madness.

(09-01-2015, 10:43 AM) 'Shane Said: ]
ENDGAME!!!

The package piledriver spikes Pest's head into the mat! He hooks a leg!

1...

2...

THRRRR

NO!

Maverick grabbed Peter for no reason! It's an elimination match! Peter slaps Maverick and goes off the rope. He comes back and Maverick lifts him high into the air before delivering a superkick!

PERFECT WRATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peter hits the mat laying right beside Pest! Maverick leaps on and covers both of them!

1...

2...

THREE!!!!!!!!

What a statement has been made here tonight!

"YOU SEE?! I just fucking went through a grueling match where I humiliated your best friend and tag partner! And then you have the gall, THE FUCKING GALL, to brag about it and use it as a defense against 'has- been?' You mindless nincompoop, has your mind cease to function in it's old age? You haven't done jack shit. Therefore, you're not getting a shred, A FUCKING SHRED, of my respect. You and your two sons can go fuck themselves."

"You there, finely dressed gentleman, second row." Maverick pointed to a man wearing a promotional War Games tee- shirt, that had the members of Team Perfection on it.

"Maverick! Maverick! What are your thoughts on Code Red's words?"

Maverick shakes his head at the thought of Code Red.

"Dumb asshole believes I took advantage of his situation, going to town on Sitre and Abigail. Pffft. Bitch, please. I would have went down there if there was no one else in there. In fact, I thought there was no one else down there when I made my way down the crowd. Serves me right for not checking the TV. But the thing is-- I don't need him and those pansy ass chair shots! I would have taken down Sitre myself! And I simply adore how he underestimates Abigail, even though she's proven her worth before. Code Red, you're a fucking moronic imbecile. You don't get it, do you? You act like teaming with Gilmour is a big deal, but the thing is, I made him my bitch. Twice."

"The thing is, Code- can I call you Code? Too bad, I'm calling you Code anyway. You see, Code, the thing is, I don't even know who you are. I mean, yeah, you're just some redneck hick, but why'd you name yourself after a flavor of Mountain Dew? Are you just begging for yourself to get made fun of?"

"And oh shit, who's the little chick you got with you? Miss Fortune, huh?"

"Wait a damn minute. . ."

Carson Waters's Application Said:Managers: The Mysterious and Handsome Stranger and Miss Fortune

"Yeah, that's right! Wow, so either this Code Red either has the hugest boner for the Brick Squad imaginable- we're talking bigger than the size of Vinnie Lane's vagina here, folks- or this guy is such a coattail rider he'd commit plagiarism. Like, damn. At least Carson's Miss Fortune is kinda cute, in a curvy sort of way, but then when you search for her, the results are now muddled by that motherfucking whore, Code Red's Miss Fortune."

"You there, lady in the first row."

"Uhhhh. . . Mister Maverick? Well, there's a whole bunch of crap Peter spewed. Like, for instance, he had his narrator say that Peter was about to win when he hit the Endgame on Pest, even though it was an elimination match."

"Wait, wait, what? Are you serious? That cockmuncher had his narrator do that?"

"Mhm. He also says that Shane's name is apparently 'Shance,' and that apparently he had a surprise for us, even though it was never mentioned."

Maverick shakes his head at the ignorance of Peter Gilmour.

"I didn't even bother myself degrading to watch that fat prick's promos. It's practically the same thing, every time. Recap, bla bla, incorrect facts, bla bla, Maria is supposedly sexy even though she looks like a tattooed gorilla, bla bla, suck my dick, , bla bla bla, I'll take you to the extreme, fin. It just becomes fucking rinse and repeat. Really, who's to say that this time won't be like the other two times? What has Gilly done that would prove otherwise? I'll tell you what- nothing. He's been humiliated, he's gotten his finisher stolen, he's had victory snatched away from him more times than I can count. And this week will just be another loss to be documented in the Book of Gilmour. Plain and simple."

"Alright, last question here. Dude allllll the way in the back row, purple shirt. If I were to wager a guess, you'd want my opinion on Vinnie Lame, no?"

The reporter all the way in the back, not managing to hear Maverick, shouted, "WHAT IS YOUR RESPONSE TO WHAT VINNIE LANE SAID ABOUT YOU?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake. . ." Maverick bumped his head on the press conference podium, causing it to shake ever so slightly. After a few seconds and a deep breath, Maverick returned to normal, ready to respond to Vinnie.

"For fuck's sake, asshole claims I shit on the titles, even though it's fucking taped otherwise. Goddamn fucktard can't even tell the difference between the Crimson Dong and myself. He also claims I FIGURATIVELY shit on the titles, even though for the most part, I've been defending them like a FIGHTING champion. Or does defending it against one of your tag partners not count, huh Lane? What a way to fucking disrespect Gilmour, man. He might be fat, he might be a , and he might think that Maria Brink is cute, but dammit, Gilly doesn't deserve to be compared to shit."

". . ."

". . ."

"Okay, yes he does. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Lane loves to think that apparently I have a big- ass boner for Lux Lyden, and my whole strategy seems to pertain about him, but that bitch couldn't be farther from the truth. The thing is, if it comes down to you or any of your teammates, one- on- one, I don't need Lux Lyden. But no one can take on five people at once, so I chose one of the best people in this business today. Hell, I can probably wipe the floor with you should I so wish to. Yes, you fucking heard me. I could wipe the floor with you. Am I going to get mocked for that statement? Probably. Do I really fucking care? Nope."

"And then that fucker has the gall to say my promos have jack shit. You know what? Fuck this shit, I'm done." Maverick flips the press conference podium and goes inside as the press scatters.

The camera fades to black.

Trust Your Surroundings

Fri, 11 Sep 2015 20:01:16 -0700

The clear sky allows the moon to provide the only light across the rooftops of what seemed an abandoned city.

The buildings were so tall that the smog didn't come close to touching the peaks. It left the image of hundreds of platforms and antenaes floating on clouds.

Several roof tops away, two shadowy figures race across. They hurdle every gap between each building as if they were running track professionally. Running full speed and with a simple jump they were across a gap that was much further than ten feet wide.

The one trailing is our girl of the hour, Abigail. The two share similar outfits, with the Kevlar bodysuits from head to toe including the mask and boots. She's only a few steps behind the one she's apparently in pursuit of. The two of them find themselves racing even higher into the Heavens with the next building as they leap towards it and run up the side of it. Defying all laws of gravity they spring up the side of the building until reaching the top, when her leader meets her at the top with a round house kick the just barely misses her head as she evades. She does a standing back flip straight into the air and lands one foot on the edge of the building then flips over her opponent.

The two battle across the top of the building back and forth until they reach in a stale mate. Abigail pushes them back where they do several back flips, bounces back from a large stack, and pushes forward with two fists burying into Abigail's chest. She flies back several feet into a chain-link fence and bounces off of it. With the force applied to her chest, she's surprised she didn't fly through it. She reaches her feet in time to avoid a quick punch combo from her opponent. As she flips by them she pulls a knife from their boot and follows up with several swipes and swings with it. No successful hits as her opponents swings and evades every attack she had. The two eventually push away from one another and stand apart staring into each other for a few moments. Abigail rolls forward and throws the knife perfectly towards the head of her masked opponent, but it's caught.

After it's caught it's immediately thrown back at Abigail and buried into the thigh of her right leg.

She doesn't make a sound as she falls to the ground in agony. She holds her leg tightly and reaches up with one hand to pull the mask from her head. As she does the city around her just melts away. Like a wet painting the surroundings, the environment, the wind, the sounds..... Everything just washed away.

"You know, the Universe will NOT wait forever."

Abigail shutters for a moment and looks up from the white the has consumed her world.

"I know."

"You know, NOTHING."

The old man hisses at her as he limps across the plane of nothingness around her. He reaches down and rests his free hand on her shoulder.

"Come. We'll take a break and come back fresh."

She rises up with his help, the knife and wound are gone as if they were never there.

"Thank you."

"We have much to talk about, dearest. Time is running thin."

The two walk together in the plain nothingness until the old man finds and swings open a door from the middle of it.

They find themselves sitting across from each other at the fanciest, most luxerious restaurants you could imagine. A large fish tank sits behind them with many sorts of exotic fish. On top of that, every booth had it's own digital waiter there to beckon your every call. Don't ask me how it worked, because I don't know. Abigail was not wearing her usual bodysuit. She was dressed very nicely in a beautiful black dress. Dressed to kill people, we'll put it that way.

Abigail reaches across as the screen talks to them about the comings and the goings of the restaurant. She skips over the jazz and orders the two of them a couple of drinks.

Within seconds the waiter has them on the spot. Now that's some service. The two of them share a smile before downing their first quick round.

"You've seemed sad the last couple of days."

Abigail said through a fake smile. The old man took the second drink to her first before looking up at her. She stared blankly into the emptiness of his eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

The old man smiled a most reassuring smile to his Abigail before responding.

"Of course not. What makes you think so?"

"I'm not really sure."

She said it with sort of a smirk, but you can't do that too much with the old man.

"You've kind of let up a little recently.... With the exercises and missions...."

"Well, the time has almost come."

"You mean, the time for me to "save the universe?!""

He smiles.

"I thought I've been kind of saving it all along, you know. What has all of this been?"

"Training, I suppose."

"Training? Training for what?"

He says nothing and continues to smile as she soon realizes the answer to her own question.

Abigail has had this conversation before. She gets more and more out of the old man everytime they have it, but never the story in it's entirety.

"You know, at this point I'm concerned which "universe" you're even talking about."

With the CCWF threatening the very existence of the XWF, it doesn't take much but a single event to turn the entire stupid federation into a civil war.

Look at yourselves.

Weeks ago half of the locker room emptied to help each other and now, because of War Games, you're all pitted against each other. To top things off, three mercenaries from the CCWF have entered the draft, as well.

So, while the universe has apparently placed their concerns with the CCWF on hold for a moment, we can all focus on the events ahead of us.

Abigail entered the draft knowing that she was walking into a lion's den. Drafted third by Christopher Isles then, after Robbie Bourbon and Alexander Aries. Robbie Bourbon and Abigail have met once or twice already, but as for the rest of the crew, can't say they have. The masked fellow was involved in a few of those "locker emptying" instances that have happened off and on the past few weeks.

It's already clear that you've all decided to put aside the differences you have with us.

Put us on the back burner, so to speak.

War Games takes precedence over all of your futures here. Maybe there's a lot of tension removed now that you have a new champion. To be honest, Trax isn't the type of champion that you should be proud of. He stormed into the XWF and definitely made an impression. Has anyone even beaten this guy yet? How pathetic.

Is this what happens? About every six months or so someone comes out of nowhere and just mops the floor with every single challenge that pops out?

That sounds boring.

It's a good thing that Trax and Vinnie Lane have already decided to have their match for the Universal Title. It will get all of this nonsense out of the way and everything can go back to normal. Those ridiculous briefcases only make things more complicated, don't you think?

Enough about that.

Trax's time, his tag team partner's time, and the ENTIRE XWF roster's time is limited. But, we'll address just one thing at a time.

Like we talked about, Abigail was drafted third behind Robbie Bourbon and Alexander Aries by Christopher Isles.

The team captain and Abigail established very early what role she was taking in this fight against Team Victory Forever II. We each have our agendas. His decisions were based on a sure victory at War Games. Which is understandable. Christopher Isles is a current XWF Champion, he has a reputation to uphold. Well, sir, I think it's fair to say that Team Abigail has a more the sure chance to take down their opponents this weekend. Though, the rest of your team really has no depth, the fact that Abigail is part of it, alone guarantees it.

Abigail has a slightly different agenda. With victory already being a sure-thing, no need to worry if Abigail gets a little side tracked during the war. To be crystal about it, there's a bounty for one of the members of Team Victory Forever II, and it just so happens to be Reverend Tholomew Plague. Abigail already had thoughts to hurt this fellow anyway, why not go the extra mile and end the life, too. There's fifty grand in a certain hobbit's pocket for anyone who ends the life of this bug.

Tholomew, let's be honest with each other here. You didn't want to face Abigail while you were the XWF Xtreme Champion because you knew that would be the last day you were champion. Abigail would walk away with the championship and you would be left to blame by the entire XWF for your failures and feeding the beast known as the CCWF. You've basically already admitted it anyway, blaming Shane for the fact that you and Abigail weren't booked against one another the following week. I'm not sure he actually had anything to do with that, besides, the Goddess and I have much larger fish to fry. I'll have my chance with the title another day. It was your mouth and you offering a title shot to someone who walked through the door and demanded one that put us in the situation to begin with.

But you've figured everything out already though, haven't you?

You talk about the relationship between Abigail and Shane as if they're father and daughter or pimp and ho or something. It's clear that we're all hired mercenaries. If something would happen to one of us, Shane would replace us, and we understand that. We're expendable, which is why we're here. Soldiers for the cause you fool. If Shane decides that Abigail's services are not longer needed, then so be it. Abigail would move on and Shane would make a change to make the CCWF even stronger. With or without Abigail, the CCWF will prevail. Call her a pawn or a piece to the puzzle. You're not uncovering anything that we don't already know.

Now that you're not longer a champion, we've thought it over a bit. If it wasn't for that bounty on your head, you wouldn't even be worth our time. You're childish insults and threats are just annoying. The run-around we had a week or so ago over the title match that never happened made us want to bash our head off of a wall. The silly nonsense that spews out of your mouth makes no sense.

Were you complaining about Abigail's lack of participation this week? Represent the team? Give us a break. How much representing have you done this week yourself? You show up, talk about a few daddy issues, crack a few jokes, call Abigail a whore and call it a week. Real nice. I'm sure your team captain, Morbid Angel would be proud to have you aboard. And if you want to talk about representing ones OWN team, where has your team captain been all week? Team Victory Forever's streak is going to end at one at this rate.

You'll have to change the name next year then, won't you? There won't be able to be a Victory Forever III, will there? Then again, there isn't a lot of things that happen here that are 'politically correct'.

It's never stopped you before either. Morbid Angel was once an unstoppable force. Long before anything that these current XWF superstars even know. You're a legend.

An old legend. Like, history books legend. People say, "Yes, I remember, Morbid Angel."

Honestly, that's all that WE can really say about you. It was nice of you to blow the dust off of the old boots for War Games though. This is kind of one of those events that old superstars come out of the wood work and participate in. You're not the monster that you used to be, old timer. You're barely even a threat anymore. And if you keep shooting up God-knows-what, while sitting in alone in some dungeon somewhere, you're going to overdose and die. Immortality? Right. There's still Templars out there that are still searching for the Fountain of Youth, too. You should take your captain skills, buy yourself some slaves, and go on your own expedition for immortality. I think it'd be a little safer than the way you've been doing it lately.

We think you should go back to steroids, too.

Like we said, you're not the same animal you were last year. Last year, you were Universal Champion, you drafted a much more lethal team for War Games, and you castrated Peter Gilmour. You had quite a year. Without the steroids, your mind and your talent is fading away. On top of drafting Tholomew Plague to your team, you drafted some ridiculous Nordic-God-praising idiot, a mystery entrant, and God's Gift to the XWF. So, basically, two mystery entrants. Quite the time to roll the dice, don't you think?

Mystery Entrant #1 revealed himself almost immediately that it's only Bobby Zi. Two time former Xtreme Champion. Not exactly the best pick, in our opinion, but okay. He's the one that's been carrying the team all week. After you shot up ealier in the week, Morbid, you haven't been seen. Let's leave it to Bobby Zi.

He's another one that's been gone for months and months and decided to poke his head back in for War Games. A yearly attraction. Must be grand to come and go as you please. You've missed a little bit of action in your time away Bobby. The CCWF is here now and your precious little XWF history is going to be expunged here in just a few short weeks. Once the CCWF takes control, the XWF is no more. So, our suggestion, would be to go back doing whatever it was you were doing before War Games and just forget about this place.

So it's up to you Bobby Zi. Tholomew is still scared, God's gift is no where to be seen... Morbid is probably dead and Bjorn probably won't find the Shane's palace. It's not looking good at all, folks.

I don't really care all that much and let's be honest; why should I?

Fri, 11 Sep 2015 19:25:16 -0700

"I don't think I have to explain myself to you or anyone, to be honest." Her voice was as snarky as ever while she walked along the boulevard with her phone pressed to her ear and her hair blowing in the wind, not allowing her stride to be broken even for a split second by the passers by who recognize her, or the bum who tries asking her for spare change. Ignoring all around her, she continues with her call: "You're my agent; it doesn't concern you what I do with Vinnie Lane during my free time. You've already texted me about this more times than I can count and I've already told you in person that it's none of your damn business. Is there some reason you can't get it through your thick skull?"

Of course it comes as no surprise that Sitre Renenet's agent - a man who hits on her every chance he gets but is turned down 100% of the time - would have a jealousy issue with things happening between Sitre and Vinnie Lane. After all, her agent does have long flowing blonde hair and is considered a heartthrob himself by many of the ladies he encounters; how could he come to terms with the fact that another man with a much more feminine and a somewhat unkempt appearance gets the booty when "Mr. Peeps" himself still never has been able to, even after all these years of working as Sitre's agent? "Look," she commanded in a sharp tone. "I've been putting up with this sort of thing from you for far too long now; if you can't stay professional and understand that I never have, never will, and never could have an interest in someone like you, we're going to have to go our separate ways. Trust me I won't have a hard time finding another agent. And what's this I hear about Trax trying to get a hold of me but being unable to? Have you been forgetting to pass messages along to me again while you're wanking your noodle to my pictures?"

Her head lowers as her free hand is thrown out to her side in shock as what she's hearing. "What do you mean, who? Trax! Mr. so-called Dominance! You know; the guy who drafted me to his War Games team? The guy who had to cheat and steal the Universal Championship from Vinnie Lane last week? Hello? Ring any bells? I hear he's been trying to get a hold of me, and that tells me you're not doing your job. How am I supposed to gain a false sense of trust from him if I can't even have a private conversation with him to stroke his easily exploitable ego and assure him I_, wait, what?" â€¦ "No! Not that kind of stroking. Get your mind out of the gutter already. You need to get on the ball and start doing your job or I'm seriously going to drop you like a cheap Chanel knockoff. Am I clear?"

As she swiftly rounds a corner and starts down the avenue, a peaking of her eyebrows and rolling of her eyes tells us her agent is most likely eating his words and reverting back to "Mr. Apologies" to try and assure her that he was just having a bad day, or perhaps that he was a little too tipsy from his afternoon shots at the bar just downstairs from his office. Sure, she'd heard it all before but it's better to hear him fumbling with his words in this manner than it is to have him questioning the decisions she makes in her personal life. Her extended silence suggests he's going on for quite some time, really putting a lot of effort into whatever he's saying.

"Right, okâ€¦" starting to sound a tad exasperated, she checks her TAG Heuer and sees that she's already two minutes late for her appointment at the salon which she is now standing in front of, trying to wrap up this conversation before she enters. "So as long as we're clear on that." â€¦ "Yeah, uh huh." â€¦ "Sure, yeah, I'll call you back after my appointment." â€¦ "Kay, byyyye!" Already pulling the door open with a huff as she's stuffing her phone into her purse, she instantaneously transitions to all smiles as she enters. "Hiiii, Carmella. Is Rico ready for me? Sorry I'm lateâ€¦" Scene fade.

Facetime w/ The Goddess

~Bubbly smile~ "Greetings, loyal fans of the CCWF!" ~enter sarcasm~ "And fans of the XWF."

"I'm sure some of you have been wondering why I've been rather silent this past week, just like I'm sure some of the smarter fans - aka the CCWF fans - have already figured out why I have been making myself scarce. Well, let's go over a few of the more obvious reasons for those of us who need hand-holding on the way to common sense and easily deduced logic."

"First of all, this War Games pay per view really doesn't affect the CCWF all that much when you consider it's just a bunch of the same old XWF rejects with a few CCWF elite sprinkled in randomly among the overwhelming trash. Whether my team wins or loses this Sunday is inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, so why should I care?" ~up close to the camera, whispering~ "Hint hint: I don't really care all that much at all, except I don't mind the free pay check."

"Second of all, even if I did care about this match, has anybody taken the time to look at what these teams look like? More specifically what the team captained by the supposedly great Eli James looks like? Let me give you a clue just in case you've been busy this week: Failure; that's what Eli James' team looks like. Surprised?" ~feigned gasp, hand over mouth and wide eyes~ "Oh puh-lease. If you're surprised that a team spearheaded by Eli James is nothing more than a lost, sunken treasure chest that has had its contents replaced with the bones of extinct creatures, you're a simple fool and a," ~taking a red sucker out of its wrapper and giving it a slow lick~ "Exactly. How's it taste? Mine tastes like cherry but for all of you who bought into that expired hype for some legend who never mattered to begin with, you're probably trying to wash your mouths out with soap right about now and rightfully so. How ironic that the most interesting and unique member of Eli's team is a newcomer by the name of Lancelotâ€¦" ~scratching head, confused face~ "Um, okay I admit I forgot his last name already and it's quite possible I'm getting his first name wrong, but there's this new guy on Eli's team who had a promo on the air for all to see within the first day or so after the matches were announced. The guy is supposed to be some kind of relic from the distant past - possibly an actual time traveler from what I hear, right?" ~an amused roll of the eyes~ "Well isn't that appropriate though?"

"Think about that for a second."

"Eli James and Elisha; back fromâ€¦ wherever, and they're accompanied by a guy who apparently was swinging swords around in Camelot long before any of us or our parents were even around to care. You know what's funny, though?" ~still giving that red sucker a few licks between thoughts~ "There actually is some kind of competition in this match after all! Yes, kiddies! Eli, Elisha and Lancelot get to compete to figure out which among them are:"

"A) The least remembered by people who dwell in the year 2015."

"B) The least cared about by fans of the CCWF and even the XWF - that's right, I bet even most of the XWF fans are smart enough to save their interests for competitors of a higher caliber and stronger relevance."

"C) The most in need of a good hairdresser and manicurist."

~another lick of that sucker, and a yawn to follow~ "Yeeeeah, so I'm going to just go ahead and say right here that nobody on Eli James' team matters. Aren't there some other members of his team too? Who were they again?"

"Yeah, I don't care either. Touche."

"Moving on with my list of reasons why I haven't been making myself heard much this week:"

"Even if the CCWF did have a vested interest in which team wins and which team loses, and even if Eli James had managed to assemble some sort of threat, the truth of the matter is my teammates already have this covered. Yeah, I'm saying it; they can do all the heavy lifting and I'll just tag along for the ride and the free win. Thanks, guys. You're all swell!" ~vivacious smile~ "I mean, after Trax went ahead and managed to give our team the numbers advantage with whatever strange trade deals he made with people, this team is pretty much stacked. While it's true that most XWF roster members are of low quality when it comes to performing, a good portion of this team are the slightly better underachievers of the XWF. I mean yeah, we're weighed down by the likes of Roman Wulfrun and Scully."

"And Steve Davids."

"The guy who I hit with a botched move a couple days ago in an attempt for his X-treme Championshp - and it still knocked him down. Sure, he kicked out of the pin but, damn, I slipped as I was jumping up to deliver that flying knee and it only struck him in the shoulder. How did that knock him down long enough for a pin to happen at all?" ~all the shrugs~

"But alas we do have Trax and Austin Fernando on board to do all the work and it's a pretty safe - albeit sad - bet that Trax and Fernando alone could dismantle the entirety of Eli James' team. I mean unless I missed something, even Eli's surprise mystery partner has opted to abandon the teamâ€¦ and why wouldn't he or she? If I had a chance to enter a big wrestling event as a surprise entrant but then I saw myself stuck on a team of people who haven't mattered sinceâ€¦ everâ€¦ I'd just pretend like I never signed on either. I mean whoever that mystery person is can get away clean as a whistle and never be known as a no-show because their name wasn't even revealed."

"Smart move, Surprise Entry!" ~big double thumbs up~ "You're the only member of Eli's team who has my vote of confidence."

"But yeah. Like I was saying, even guys as bad as Scully, Wulfrun and Davids can't possibly hold this team down, so why should I bother doing a thing? I plan to do as little as humanly possible during this match as I just laugh at the poor display Eli's team puts on for us all. Maybe I won't even bother entering the cage and I'll just keep Shane company at ringside on his bone throne. Or maybe I'll take a stroll to the back and help Loverboy warm up for his match, which unsurprisingly, is against a team that's proving to be just as worthless as Eli's team. Vinnie obviously knows he's not going to get that blood pumping during the main event so maybe I can help him out and get him to break a sweat, just so long as he remembers I don't do the back door." ~wink~

"So, in closing, I just wanted to thank my team in advance for the pay check I'll be receiving and I wanted to remind Eli James that," ~another lick of that red sucker~ "Eahhh, whatever, screw it." ~camera off~

The Finale to the Cliffhanger You've All Been Waiting For

Fri, 11 Sep 2015 18:35:43 -0700

The camera fades into existence, as we see Maverick shaking his head upon watching something on his laptop. As the camera turns around to see what exactly is on the laptop, we see that it was Loverboy's most recent promo. Time has passed since we last heard from Maverick. Vinnie Lane has dropped multiple promos on his team, Poppa Feder has appeared on a semi- popular TV show, Guppy Parsh has gone to the psychiatrist, Peter Gilmour has gone to an AC/DC concert, and Code Red shot pumpkins that had the pictures of Team Perfection on it. To make matters worse, one of Team Perfection's members, Patrick Gordon XIII has gotten arrested, and Mav needed to replace him with TJ Wallace. All in all, it was a week filled with headaches for Perfection Incarnate.

I'm not even sure if I should grace this motherfucker with a response, that was one of the worst promos I ever saw in my life, Maverick thinks to himself as he pauses the video.

Not even waiting from a response from the avatar of the memories of his deceased father, Maverick snapped his fingers and called out, "Gerald!"

Immediately hopping onto the scene in only a few minutes, Maverick's trusted man- servant appeared and bowed low at the presence of his master. "You called, Master Solomon?"

"Yes, Gerald, I most certainly did. Ready the tapes, I'm about to respond to Vinnie Lane's clusterfuck of a promo."

"But sir, aren't you forgetting something?"

Maverick had a quizzical look on his face as his mind tried to figure exactly what was missing. "Errrr. . . what?" he asked, finally giving up.

"Your match against Young Master Arthur at that gym, where he challenged you right when you were about to, quote, 'feel the burn,' after doing nearly one thousand pull- ups?"

Maverick immediately facepalmed upon hearing Gerald remind him that the finale to the cliffhanger he left his fans on needed to be resolved. "Very well, Gerald, show them the outcome of that match. But, ready the tapes for when I come on next time, since I will respond to Vinnie Lane."

"At once, Master Solomon." Once more, Gerald bowed low before slowly walking off- screen, while Maverick then un- paused the rest of Vinnie Lane's promo as the camera fades to blackness, only replaced when the camera fades in on the gym where Maverick is about to face Luke Arthur.

While the young lad apparently known as Luke Arthur stepped in between the ropes, Maverick cracked his neck and stretched out his knuckles, waiting for a referee to hop inside.

"So, title shitter. You ready to get your ass WHOOPED?" Luke let out a hearty laugh, obviously enjoying having Mav as his plaything. Mav's only response was a sneer, along with flipping off the young upstart. Due to that, Luke raised his eyebrows, his smirk only growing wider by the minute. "Gotcha angry, didn't I?" he asked.

Don't listen to that upstart. Remember, you're the Avatar of Perfection, no? What's this little pipsqueak going to do to you? Mind- Robert finally let himself be heard after what felt like hours, but what was really seconds as he talked right before Luke stepped into the ring.

Maverick shook his head while a referee managed to slide in under the ropes, and got this match underway.

Both competitors circled the ring, waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, Luke came barreling towards Mav, clothesline at the ready. However, the veteran Maverick knew that Luke would likely be to wound- up, ready to make mistakes, and here was his first one.

Maverick went down low and managed to drop Luke with a drop toe hold, but before Mav could capitalize on that, Luke immediately rolled out of the ring and bounced up to his feet.

Mav shook his head at the young upstart's exuberance, before opting to lock- up at the center of the ring with Luke, who obliged. Winning the tie- up, Luke immediately targeted one of Maverick's arms by grabbing his arm and twisting it around, before nailing a HUGE knife- edge chop. The crowd winces and 'ooh's' upon hearing the massive chop.

Ouch. Okay, that had to have hurt.

You're telling me?!

Luke launches another cocky smirk and taunts out to the fans, but this leaves him to get kicked in the gut by Maverick! Luke immediately releases his grip on Maverick's poor arm, allowing Maverick to Irish Whip Luke off the ropes. As Luke rebounds off the ropes, Maverick catapults him into the air! It seems like he's wanting to go for an early finish with a Perfect Wrath!

But no! Somehow, someway, Luke managed to shove away Maverick's foot just in time, but that still leaves Luke to get flattened by the catapulting part of Perfect Wrath.

This upstart's got more in the tank than I thought.

Kid's got promise, I can see that much. If only I could fix that little attitude problem of his. . .

Wanting to make him your apprentice?

. . .

Launching his own cocky smile to the fans, Maverick got to work, slowly but steadily wearing down Luke's body parts, opting to go for his legs first. Maverick sauntered over to Luke's legs, before grabbing Luke by one of his ankles. From there, Maverick raised the ankle about two feet off the ground, before placing his boot right along Luke's calf. Then, immediately following, Maverick released his grip on Luke's ankle, but this allowed him to slam his boot HARD onto Luke's leg, sending it crashing to the canvas. Luke clutches at his leg, clawing to get up, while Maverick does his own little taunt to the fans.

Luke manages to get back to his feet, and he seems pissed about being made to look like a fool! He's currently laying fist after fist after fist upon the Avatar of Perfection, forcing him to be backed into a corner!

Come on, these are just flea bites! If you can't get the job done, I can always take over. . .

No! No, I- I'm fine.

If you say so.

Luke finally backs up a bit, feeling the burst of adrenaline hit his veins, currently feeling the rush, as he's getting the crowd pumped up! Luke rushes towards Maverick with a Stinger Splash, but he dodges it! Luke's head bounces off the turnbuckle as Maverick rushes off the ropes!

THAT'S more like it.

But Luke manages to recover in time to hit Mav with a running powerslam! Quick cover by Luke!

Okay, maybe not.

1. . .

2. . .

Kickout.

Luke slaps the ground in frustration, hoping that this was going to be an easy match. Luke slowly drags Mav back up by the head. . . but Maverick thumbs him in the eye! Luke claws at the hurt eye, allowing Maverick to make his move! He goes down on his knees, and LOW BLOWS THAT MOTHERFUCKER!

Was that truly necessary?

No.

Then why did you do that?

Like I said- attitude problem.

Luke clutches at his Baby Arthurs, the crowd beginning to boo Maverick. He flips them off before returning to Luke, who's in a bad way right now. Maverick with the cover. . .

1. . .

2. . .

Kickout by Luke.

Maverick pops back up to his feet, and he grabs Luke's neck before putting him into an Overloading Perfection (Dragon Sleeper)! The submission hold is expertly applied as Luke is struggling around in the hold! Then, all of a sudden he finds a manic burst of energy and kicks Maverick in the head! Maverick's head staggers back, and the hold loosens a bit, but the hold is staying firmly applied. Another kick from Luke! The hold slips off, as Maverick has a dazed, surprised look in his eye as he wonders how Luke managed to escape from the hold.

You alright?

Yeah, I think so. Just. . . surprised.

Luke begins battling back into this match, right hands from him! Maverick groggily leans on the ropes, allowing Luke to rush towards him with a clothesline ready- NO! Maverick counters with a back body drop, sending Luke crashing down onto the floor!

Ouch.

The referee starts to count. . .

1. . .

2. . .

3. . . Luke is still down as Maverick begins to taunt.

4. . .

5. . . Luke is finally beginning to get back up, as he crawls towards the ring steps. Maverick's watching Luke, daring him to make a move.

6. . . Luke is now on the apron, and begins climbing the top turnbuckle, with Maverick slowly sauntering to his position, ready to knock Luke over. Maverick throws a punch- NO! It's deflected by Luke, and he throws a punch right back towards Maverick, causing him to back up a bit. And a Double Axe Handle by Luke towards Mav!

NO! Maverick caught Luke right on the chin! Perfect Wrath!

Luke falls to the floor in a heap, allowing Maverick to flop on top of him for the cover.

1. . .

2. . .

3!

Not bad, kiddo. Not bad at all.

Maverick climbs off of Luke and pumps his arms, celebrating the win over Luke Arthur, as the camera fades to black.

"Master Solomon, sir, the press is right outside." the voice of Gerald pierced the cold silence of the bedroom of Maverick, where we can see his legs sticking out from his closet.

"WHAT?!" Maverick shouted, popping his head out of his closet.

"Yes, sir, you heard me. I already set up the conference table and informed all the reporters outside that you'll be out."

"Why the hell are they even here?"

Gerald refused to meet Mav's eyes, looking at the ground before saying, "Well, sir, I'd bet that they're here to promote your upcoming main event match versus Team Lane."

Hm, I'm willing to bet that they're here to just spread publicity of Gordon's arrest. Carry yourself with dignity, Josh.

Will do. But first. . .

"Gerald."

The butler of Maverick raised his head again, meeting Mav's eyes, seemingly returned to his normal state. "Yes, sir?" he asked.

"I was going to do something, but if the press is storming this place, I'd think it be better for me to pass this task to you--"

"FIND MY TEAMMATES. Find an address, places I can find them, whatever. Stalk them, send invitations, do whatever you need to do- I need to talk to them. Also, buy five plane tickets to here. It's time we have a strategy meeting."

Gerald blinked once, twice, before responding, "Will do, Master Solomon. Consider it done." With that, Gerald bowed low out of the room, allowing Mav to exit his bedroom, revealing the suit on his body. We see him walking with a determined stare throughout the mansion, before coming right to the front door. He gulps, but swallows whatever fear might be building up inside him, and he opens the door.

And gets greeted with a camera shot to the face by the horde of reporters, bloggers, and other media specialists.