<![CDATA[X-treme Wrestling Federation - Wild Card Weekend Night 1 RP Board]]> https://xwf1999.com/ Sat, 09 May 2026 01:39:12 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Replay.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25837 Sat, 10 Dec 2016 09:07:14 -0800 Kid Kool]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25837

Kid Kool sits on the curb outside the Vegas hotel he currently resides in. He holds a photo in his hands of him and Christina Nash, embracing eachother in the summer sun. He smiles sadly to himself, thinking back on all of their great moments together. He thinks about the time they went to the fair together and Nash almost threw up on Kool on the rollercoaster. He then remembers when he felt her throw up all over his perfect '#HashTagHero' tee..... he THEN remembers when she threw up a whole bag of weed on a random homeless person. Good, good times.

He then gazes up at the starry city sky, a small tear rolling down his cheek. He pockets the pic, before rising to his feet. He shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, before heading out on the city. Vegas is beautiful, neon lights, towering buildings, everything a young party animal like Kid Kool could ever need to get down and kick it. As long as you have a huge wad of cash, there's nothing stopping you from killing a shit ton of time. KK grips the picture in his pocket, memories rushing through his mind. He can't believe he lost the love of his life thanks to some random wench. He worries she may never forgive him, and may forever be removed from his life. He heads to Trump Tower to meet with a certain someone......

- - -

We reopen to Trump Towers, the air wild with a chill not holding down, rain pouring with no sign of letting up. Kid Kool finally arrives with his hand clutching the photograph. He glares up at the behemoth building, knowing it would only be a matter of time before he stood face to face with the Chairman of not only Trump Enterprises, but of the free world itself. He took in a deep breath, before slowly exhaling... it was time.

Time to go back...

- - -

We open once again, this time to the top of Trump Towers, where we find Kid Kool knocking at a door. "Wait a minute!" he hears, before the door opens to find Donald J Trump standiing stoicly. "I've been expecting you." he proclaims. Kid Kool exrends his hand to shake that of The Don's, but Trump brushes him off. "Come into my office, kid."

Kid steps into Donald's parlor, and takes a seat. "Kid, I know why you're here. You want the Delorean, you know I have it, this I understand. But together, we can make things happen you wouldn't believe, trust me. Things aren't right in either of our personal worlds. You lost ya girl, I need the Spaniards to have never settled in Mexico. Let's roll, kiddo."

- - -

Donald Trump and Kid Kool arrive at the Trump Innovation Test Supply. Donald introduces Kid to the pride of his empire...

Trump: The world's first ever time-exploring Delorean, based right off the 'Back to the Future' model. Whadya think?

Kool: I love it, bro!!! Now I can do what I should have done before the night I lost my girl. Thank you!

Trump: But first, we're gonna go keep those nasty Spaniards at bay, whadya say?

Kool: In the words of Stone Cold Steve Austin-- OH HELL YEAH!!!

- - -

Sometime long ago, Spain;

A group of Spanish men and women are gathered on the bay, where a boat rests. They begin to board, when all of a sudden, a YOOOOGE portal splits the sky..... another ship travels through, crashing into the Spanish boat. The Spanish ship drowns into the murky depths, as Trump mans the wheel of the other boat. He cackles into the wind, "Ya fired!! Choke on those grapefruits, ya bunch of Spanish flies!! Next time you plan on setting sail, don't even THINK about America!" Kid Kool steps into the scene-- "FUCK Y'ALL! Cheech and Chong ain't even that funny!! >:^O "

Trump smiles and shakes The Kid's hand, before the two head back into 2016...

- - -

Trump and Kool step back into the present, where the pair are ready to right what is wrong. Don drops Kid off at Casear's Palace... KK sees himself speaking to Tesla VonJovi for the first time. Don speaks up, "Do ya wanna do it now or later?" Kid responds...

"#NOW"

- - -

The Kid from a few days ago walks side by side with Tesla VonJovi to his new ride. The two are smiling... when WHAMMO, a masked man smashes a coconut into Kid Kool's skull! KK drops to his knees, before the man tosses Kid into the back seat. He glances at Tesla, who's beyond frightened. He then hops into the driver's side seat and blazes off..... Trump walks up to Tesla. He calls out for her, and she turns. He slips her a wad of cash, smirking "Trust me.... you aren't missing a cent from what you might win. Have a nice day, enjoy a Penn and Teller show, and let the drinks be on me. Take care, hun." Trump walks away with a skip in his step...

Trump: No wall needed... though, those damn Canucks DID ship us Bieber. Might wanna look into that........

- - -

The masked man arrives at Kid Kool's Vegas hotel. He drops Kool on the couch, just as KK is coming to. "Kid, let me tell you why I did this."

KK: Why in the FUCK would you hit an innocent man in the back of the head with a damn coconut?! I was trying to help some chick rake in a thousand or two, and you nailed me like some chickenshit! Take that mask off and show me how ugly you are!

???: No problem, but trust me... you're not gonna believe this.

The man removes the mask, revealing none other than Kid Kool himself... from the future?

KK2017: I'm you from next year, I'm a depressed mess, and I have no girl in my life! You lost the best thing that ever happened to you when you took that jezebel to that fancy ass casino! You ended up with her...for a week. She's a HUSSIE, a FLOOZIE, a tramp! She left you for some two-bit plumber named Mario Luigi! He didn't even have a mustache! Don't make my mistake, don't lose Christina Nash. She's the perfect match for you!!!

KK: Oh..... well, there's something I need to tell you.

THWACK!!

Kool 2017 drops to the floor, at the hands of Christina Nash and a black baseball bat. She drops the bat to the floor.

KK: I'm me from 2018, and I already got back my girl. Note to future me?

#THAT_COCONUT_FUCKING_HURTS_!!!

KK: Christina.... let's go paint the town red.

CN: Let's.

Kid Kool rises and takes his gal by the hand, kissing it in his. They both smile, and Kid 2K18 drops a couple of Benjis on his 2017 self... "Here's a couple of notes for your trouble.......thanks."

Kool and Nash head out, as KK 2K17 rolls around holding his head...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Joshua... what in the HELL are you on, crack or something? Trust me, my gal's all over that shit, I know a crack head when I hear and see one. You keep talking like some kinda smoked out psycho, and apparently you're now into rape and murder... guess I should watch myself around you, right, WRONG. You don't strike fear into me, bro, you make me feel like turning away cuz the more I watch your promos the more embarrassed I am for you. That fourth piece actually made sense for once, but GOD, man... bags dripping with blood, molestation, voodoo doctors, what in the HELL is wrong with that mind of yours? Bruh, if you want to make a name for yourself, I'd hope for your sake that it was a good one. Just sayin'.

I've got a tip for you. Focus. Listen. Understand. Put in the time, the effort, the practice and the sheer will power, and you WILL succeed... just not against me. If you want that brass ring, you need to fight like I fought, do the things it takes to grab the world's attention and leave it there. You're no Kid Kool, but you got this shimmer of talent... I saw in that fourth vid, and dude... run with that shit. It may seem like some fucked up b-movie, but at least it's not headache inducing. I'll see you in the ring come WildCard, and we'll tear the roof off that joint. It's almost time for the holiday of all holidays... after I whoop that ass, head off to Cesear's and win enough change to buy your girl a nice new necklace. That is IF you got a girl...

...I forget sometimes that not everyone is as lucky as I am... Merry Christmas.

--end transmission--]]>

Kid Kool sits on the curb outside the Vegas hotel he currently resides in. He holds a photo in his hands of him and Christina Nash, embracing eachother in the summer sun. He smiles sadly to himself, thinking back on all of their great moments together. He thinks about the time they went to the fair together and Nash almost threw up on Kool on the rollercoaster. He then remembers when he felt her throw up all over his perfect '#HashTagHero' tee..... he THEN remembers when she threw up a whole bag of weed on a random homeless person. Good, good times.

He then gazes up at the starry city sky, a small tear rolling down his cheek. He pockets the pic, before rising to his feet. He shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, before heading out on the city. Vegas is beautiful, neon lights, towering buildings, everything a young party animal like Kid Kool could ever need to get down and kick it. As long as you have a huge wad of cash, there's nothing stopping you from killing a shit ton of time. KK grips the picture in his pocket, memories rushing through his mind. He can't believe he lost the love of his life thanks to some random wench. He worries she may never forgive him, and may forever be removed from his life. He heads to Trump Tower to meet with a certain someone......

- - -

We reopen to Trump Towers, the air wild with a chill not holding down, rain pouring with no sign of letting up. Kid Kool finally arrives with his hand clutching the photograph. He glares up at the behemoth building, knowing it would only be a matter of time before he stood face to face with the Chairman of not only Trump Enterprises, but of the free world itself. He took in a deep breath, before slowly exhaling... it was time.

Time to go back...

- - -

We open once again, this time to the top of Trump Towers, where we find Kid Kool knocking at a door. "Wait a minute!" he hears, before the door opens to find Donald J Trump standiing stoicly. "I've been expecting you." he proclaims. Kid Kool exrends his hand to shake that of The Don's, but Trump brushes him off. "Come into my office, kid."

Kid steps into Donald's parlor, and takes a seat. "Kid, I know why you're here. You want the Delorean, you know I have it, this I understand. But together, we can make things happen you wouldn't believe, trust me. Things aren't right in either of our personal worlds. You lost ya girl, I need the Spaniards to have never settled in Mexico. Let's roll, kiddo."

- - -

Donald Trump and Kid Kool arrive at the Trump Innovation Test Supply. Donald introduces Kid to the pride of his empire...

Trump: The world's first ever time-exploring Delorean, based right off the 'Back to the Future' model. Whadya think?

Kool: I love it, bro!!! Now I can do what I should have done before the night I lost my girl. Thank you!

Trump: But first, we're gonna go keep those nasty Spaniards at bay, whadya say?

Kool: In the words of Stone Cold Steve Austin-- OH HELL YEAH!!!

- - -

Sometime long ago, Spain;

A group of Spanish men and women are gathered on the bay, where a boat rests. They begin to board, when all of a sudden, a YOOOOGE portal splits the sky..... another ship travels through, crashing into the Spanish boat. The Spanish ship drowns into the murky depths, as Trump mans the wheel of the other boat. He cackles into the wind, "Ya fired!! Choke on those grapefruits, ya bunch of Spanish flies!! Next time you plan on setting sail, don't even THINK about America!" Kid Kool steps into the scene-- "FUCK Y'ALL! Cheech and Chong ain't even that funny!! >:^O "

Trump smiles and shakes The Kid's hand, before the two head back into 2016...

- - -

Trump and Kool step back into the present, where the pair are ready to right what is wrong. Don drops Kid off at Casear's Palace... KK sees himself speaking to Tesla VonJovi for the first time. Don speaks up, "Do ya wanna do it now or later?" Kid responds...

"#NOW"

- - -

The Kid from a few days ago walks side by side with Tesla VonJovi to his new ride. The two are smiling... when WHAMMO, a masked man smashes a coconut into Kid Kool's skull! KK drops to his knees, before the man tosses Kid into the back seat. He glances at Tesla, who's beyond frightened. He then hops into the driver's side seat and blazes off..... Trump walks up to Tesla. He calls out for her, and she turns. He slips her a wad of cash, smirking "Trust me.... you aren't missing a cent from what you might win. Have a nice day, enjoy a Penn and Teller show, and let the drinks be on me. Take care, hun." Trump walks away with a skip in his step...

Trump: No wall needed... though, those damn Canucks DID ship us Bieber. Might wanna look into that........

- - -

The masked man arrives at Kid Kool's Vegas hotel. He drops Kool on the couch, just as KK is coming to. "Kid, let me tell you why I did this."

KK: Why in the FUCK would you hit an innocent man in the back of the head with a damn coconut?! I was trying to help some chick rake in a thousand or two, and you nailed me like some chickenshit! Take that mask off and show me how ugly you are!

???: No problem, but trust me... you're not gonna believe this.

The man removes the mask, revealing none other than Kid Kool himself... from the future?

KK2017: I'm you from next year, I'm a depressed mess, and I have no girl in my life! You lost the best thing that ever happened to you when you took that jezebel to that fancy ass casino! You ended up with her...for a week. She's a HUSSIE, a FLOOZIE, a tramp! She left you for some two-bit plumber named Mario Luigi! He didn't even have a mustache! Don't make my mistake, don't lose Christina Nash. She's the perfect match for you!!!

KK: Oh..... well, there's something I need to tell you.

THWACK!!

Kool 2017 drops to the floor, at the hands of Christina Nash and a black baseball bat. She drops the bat to the floor.

KK: I'm me from 2018, and I already got back my girl. Note to future me?

#THAT_COCONUT_FUCKING_HURTS_!!!

KK: Christina.... let's go paint the town red.

CN: Let's.

Kid Kool rises and takes his gal by the hand, kissing it in his. They both smile, and Kid 2K18 drops a couple of Benjis on his 2017 self... "Here's a couple of notes for your trouble.......thanks."

Kool and Nash head out, as KK 2K17 rolls around holding his head...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Joshua... what in the HELL are you on, crack or something? Trust me, my gal's all over that shit, I know a crack head when I hear and see one. You keep talking like some kinda smoked out psycho, and apparently you're now into rape and murder... guess I should watch myself around you, right, WRONG. You don't strike fear into me, bro, you make me feel like turning away cuz the more I watch your promos the more embarrassed I am for you. That fourth piece actually made sense for once, but GOD, man... bags dripping with blood, molestation, voodoo doctors, what in the HELL is wrong with that mind of yours? Bruh, if you want to make a name for yourself, I'd hope for your sake that it was a good one. Just sayin'.

I've got a tip for you. Focus. Listen. Understand. Put in the time, the effort, the practice and the sheer will power, and you WILL succeed... just not against me. If you want that brass ring, you need to fight like I fought, do the things it takes to grab the world's attention and leave it there. You're no Kid Kool, but you got this shimmer of talent... I saw in that fourth vid, and dude... run with that shit. It may seem like some fucked up b-movie, but at least it's not headache inducing. I'll see you in the ring come WildCard, and we'll tear the roof off that joint. It's almost time for the holiday of all holidays... after I whoop that ass, head off to Cesear's and win enough change to buy your girl a nice new necklace. That is IF you got a girl...

...I forget sometimes that not everyone is as lucky as I am... Merry Christmas.

--end transmission--]]> <![CDATA[God of Xtreme]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25823 Fri, 09 Dec 2016 23:56:56 -0800 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25823
"Welcome to Scullycam, home of the Scullycam, can I take your order? A shredded McDoodle Sandwich to go? Sure. After Wildcard, live at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in LAS VEGAS, NEVADA... I will deliver McDoodles lifeless body on a platter.

Las Vegas, home of the BIG FIGHTS, and here you have a big fight on Wildcard day one. The Main Event which I will try my very best to make it last.

Wassup fuckers, it's me, it's me, it's that's
S-C-U-DOUBLE L-Y.
Spoiler Alert... Spoiler Alert, It's your new XWF XTREME Champion... Scully.....

I'm feeling funky, not Spunky. I'm feeling fresh, I'm feeling good and I'm feeling damn fine. I'm feeling XTREME! Wildcard is about to get hectic. So McDoodle has finally stopped selling Anal Beads, butt plugs and all the other dodgy stuff XWF'S Del Boy deals with. He has spoken and well it was embarrassing. Let me give ya'll some quotes. Don't laugh too much, although that will be difficult."

Michael McDoodle Said:"So be a good little dog and speech when you're spoken to. Hell, if I so choose so."

"Woof Woof...
Speech? You mean speak don't you, mongaloid?! This is why people think the Irish are stupid, cuz you come out and say shit. Hell, If I so choose so? What the fuck does that mean cockbreath? Don't answer that, I'm sure you don't know yourself. Then you go on to say..."

Michael McDoodle Said:"I'm going to teach you the pecker order."

"What school did you go to? The school of Thick Cunts? Or did you not bother attending?! Pecker order? I bet you do have a little pecker don't you? Would you like some new tweezers for Christmas? Cuz I'm sure I can spare some dollars for a dipshit, Irish Prick! Pecking.. The word you're looking for is Pecking. By the way that order you gave is a load of bumcum."

Michael McDoodle Said:"I hope that GET through that skull of yours, if not, I'll gladly beat it into you"

"Just to point out, the word 'GET' needs the letter 'S' on the word for the sentence to make sense. Maybe I'm being picky but man aren’t you dumb?! I'm glad you're proud that you held three different titles in a month, bravo. But remind us, who took the Hart title from you? Now tell us who is going to take the XWF Xtreme Championship from you at the Wildcard Pay-per-view.. You don't know? Being a spech again are we? The names Scully. But don't be upset, don't be sad, don't cry afterwards, there's no need. I may have another opportunity for you. Are you ready? I don't know who's got it now but one title that would suit you to a tee.. A title I once owned when I was a dopey fucker... The XWF Championship. I recommend you try and get a shot at that McDoodle. You would be a worthy owner, that is for sure.

We're all glad you are done talking for now, in your word's. Hopefully you can be done talking for the rest of your pathetic life. I'll make sure I shut you the fuck up boy, when I Smash your face in. You have insulted me, not with your lame smack talking but with your lack of effort. Was that the best you can come up with? I waited patiently for that? You question my Uni title reign? Everyone will question yours after I'm done with you, that is a fact. I mean Gilly calls himself the 'King of Xtreme', well we now have me, I am the God of Xtreme. Watch how Xtreme I am going to get, no wait.. That was a mistake. You will feel first hand how Xtreme I am going to be. When I'm done smashing your face with an iron, breaking a budweiser over your peanut head and kicking you in the fanny, you won't even want to show your face, if it's still intact, ever again. Shelby won't recognise you, hell ya brother Connor won't even think you are his brother after the mascre everyone will witness.

I shouldn't even be facing you, McBride. This is a travesty, I should be in the Main Event of Wildcard day two. I mean Bearded Warping has wasted his shot and so has that skinny wench, Soldier. Soldier whinged and cried for a shot, he gets one and he doesn't even try. What a waste of two places in that match! But I'm not disappointed, as much as I would like the Uni again, I WILL win the XWF Xtreme Championship for the first time in my XWF career. I actually want the title unlike McBride. I like the thought of being the XWF Xtreme Champion, in fact I like it that much, I'm going to make it a reality. I just feel that winning the title is going to be really easy and I like competition. I just have the feeling I'm just gonna be too damn good, oh wait I am fuckin' good. McDoodle another title reign gone before your very eyes and you can't stop it! I pity the fool.

When you're standing behind the curtain and your theme song, Bewitched- "C'est La Vie" hits the P.A system. Hold that XWF Xtreme Championship real tight, don't let go. Then walk down the ramp, acting all brave and feeling like Rambo, in the back of your mind, you know that your short title reign is coming to an abrupt end. You know you will be fast approaching your destination, Scully Town and well in Scully Town, the beating I endure will begin. Take it like the bitch that you are! Just close your eyes, don't show the world your pain, don't cry and tremble, no. Don't embarrass yourself even more than you already have. I do not want to smell shit cuz you've shit your pants. I don't want to grab your leg to lock in the Skull Lock and feel wet piss, that has ran down your leg. Just take the beating I dish out, lose the XWF Xtreme Championship and then you can cry in the back to your bitch!

Time to get Scullanated! Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"

Scully smirks in to the Ipad Pro before ending Scullycam.]]>
"Welcome to Scullycam, home of the Scullycam, can I take your order? A shredded McDoodle Sandwich to go? Sure. After Wildcard, live at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in LAS VEGAS, NEVADA... I will deliver McDoodles lifeless body on a platter.

Las Vegas, home of the BIG FIGHTS, and here you have a big fight on Wildcard day one. The Main Event which I will try my very best to make it last.

Wassup fuckers, it's me, it's me, it's that's
S-C-U-DOUBLE L-Y.
Spoiler Alert... Spoiler Alert, It's your new XWF XTREME Champion... Scully.....

I'm feeling funky, not Spunky. I'm feeling fresh, I'm feeling good and I'm feeling damn fine. I'm feeling XTREME! Wildcard is about to get hectic. So McDoodle has finally stopped selling Anal Beads, butt plugs and all the other dodgy stuff XWF'S Del Boy deals with. He has spoken and well it was embarrassing. Let me give ya'll some quotes. Don't laugh too much, although that will be difficult."

Michael McDoodle Said:"So be a good little dog and speech when you're spoken to. Hell, if I so choose so."

"Woof Woof...
Speech? You mean speak don't you, mongaloid?! This is why people think the Irish are stupid, cuz you come out and say shit. Hell, If I so choose so? What the fuck does that mean cockbreath? Don't answer that, I'm sure you don't know yourself. Then you go on to say..."

Michael McDoodle Said:"I'm going to teach you the pecker order."

"What school did you go to? The school of Thick Cunts? Or did you not bother attending?! Pecker order? I bet you do have a little pecker don't you? Would you like some new tweezers for Christmas? Cuz I'm sure I can spare some dollars for a dipshit, Irish Prick! Pecking.. The word you're looking for is Pecking. By the way that order you gave is a load of bumcum."

Michael McDoodle Said:"I hope that GET through that skull of yours, if not, I'll gladly beat it into you"

"Just to point out, the word 'GET' needs the letter 'S' on the word for the sentence to make sense. Maybe I'm being picky but man aren’t you dumb?! I'm glad you're proud that you held three different titles in a month, bravo. But remind us, who took the Hart title from you? Now tell us who is going to take the XWF Xtreme Championship from you at the Wildcard Pay-per-view.. You don't know? Being a spech again are we? The names Scully. But don't be upset, don't be sad, don't cry afterwards, there's no need. I may have another opportunity for you. Are you ready? I don't know who's got it now but one title that would suit you to a tee.. A title I once owned when I was a dopey fucker... The XWF Championship. I recommend you try and get a shot at that McDoodle. You would be a worthy owner, that is for sure.

We're all glad you are done talking for now, in your word's. Hopefully you can be done talking for the rest of your pathetic life. I'll make sure I shut you the fuck up boy, when I Smash your face in. You have insulted me, not with your lame smack talking but with your lack of effort. Was that the best you can come up with? I waited patiently for that? You question my Uni title reign? Everyone will question yours after I'm done with you, that is a fact. I mean Gilly calls himself the 'King of Xtreme', well we now have me, I am the God of Xtreme. Watch how Xtreme I am going to get, no wait.. That was a mistake. You will feel first hand how Xtreme I am going to be. When I'm done smashing your face with an iron, breaking a budweiser over your peanut head and kicking you in the fanny, you won't even want to show your face, if it's still intact, ever again. Shelby won't recognise you, hell ya brother Connor won't even think you are his brother after the mascre everyone will witness.

I shouldn't even be facing you, McBride. This is a travesty, I should be in the Main Event of Wildcard day two. I mean Bearded Warping has wasted his shot and so has that skinny wench, Soldier. Soldier whinged and cried for a shot, he gets one and he doesn't even try. What a waste of two places in that match! But I'm not disappointed, as much as I would like the Uni again, I WILL win the XWF Xtreme Championship for the first time in my XWF career. I actually want the title unlike McBride. I like the thought of being the XWF Xtreme Champion, in fact I like it that much, I'm going to make it a reality. I just feel that winning the title is going to be really easy and I like competition. I just have the feeling I'm just gonna be too damn good, oh wait I am fuckin' good. McDoodle another title reign gone before your very eyes and you can't stop it! I pity the fool.

When you're standing behind the curtain and your theme song, Bewitched- "C'est La Vie" hits the P.A system. Hold that XWF Xtreme Championship real tight, don't let go. Then walk down the ramp, acting all brave and feeling like Rambo, in the back of your mind, you know that your short title reign is coming to an abrupt end. You know you will be fast approaching your destination, Scully Town and well in Scully Town, the beating I endure will begin. Take it like the bitch that you are! Just close your eyes, don't show the world your pain, don't cry and tremble, no. Don't embarrass yourself even more than you already have. I do not want to smell shit cuz you've shit your pants. I don't want to grab your leg to lock in the Skull Lock and feel wet piss, that has ran down your leg. Just take the beating I dish out, lose the XWF Xtreme Championship and then you can cry in the back to your bitch!

Time to get Scullanated! Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"

Scully smirks in to the Ipad Pro before ending Scullycam.]]> <![CDATA[A recent earth sequence]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25833 Fri, 09 Dec 2016 22:32:10 -0800 BenitoAngelo]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25833 A Titantron fizzles to life and a black and background appears. A message in white appears on the screen: The following message has been paid for by the PATROL. The scene starts with a black and white image of a gun in someone's hand. It suddenly cuts to a wider view of all 3 members of PATROL who are competing for the Trios Title. Jervis Cottonbelly is wearing his normal clothes with the word PATROL written on his chest. Benito Angelo is wearing a black suit and sunglasses. Guppy Parsh is wearing his normal batman costume with a doo rag on for some reason. Benito starts to talk.

"You know, people doubt us, the PATROL, but your gonna find out that that's not something that you should do, brother!"

There are some random jump cuts to things like lizards and bats, and Guppy starts to talk.

"You shouldn't doubt us! We're taking over this whole show! Without us, there wouldn't be no show! We run this program!"

He starts to laugh and there are some more jump cuts to them beating up people, and the PATROL logo. Jervis Cottonbelly starts to speak.

"Yeah! We're going to show them! We will use our Razzmatazz and we will win!"

He turns to the other 2

"Is that too much, I feel like that's kind of mean to say...."

Jump cuts to the trios belts and more of them beating people savagely. Benito starts to speak again.

"We are gonna beat down the members of the blackest hole! It ain't even gonna be close! We're taking over and there ain't anything you can do to stop us, dude! You can try, but no one can stop us! We are unbeatable!"

He turns around and him and Guppy hit their forearms together. Guppy gets into the center, after some more jump cuts, and starts to speak.

"People like John Black have gotten complacent. They get lazy and they think that they are world beaters. They aren't though. We don't get lazy! We are the strangers of this company, and we are here to take it over, one victory at a time."

Jervis Cottonbelly makes his way to the front and says

"We can do anything that we put our minds to! So can anyone of you if you just try hard enough!"

Benito walks over to Jervis and spins him around.

"What was that? We are supposed to be portrayed as the cool guys who will do anything. That wasn't cool!"

"Well, I just don't want to be that mean to them. They have feelings to, you know."

"Jervis, I don't know if you are aware, BUT WE ARE FIGHTING THEM TOMORROW! GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER!"

Guppy Parsh starts to speak.

"Don't talk to him that way! He doesn't deserve......."

The scene fades to black with all of them arguing. ]]> A Titantron fizzles to life and a black and background appears. A message in white appears on the screen: The following message has been paid for by the PATROL. The scene starts with a black and white image of a gun in someone's hand. It suddenly cuts to a wider view of all 3 members of PATROL who are competing for the Trios Title. Jervis Cottonbelly is wearing his normal clothes with the word PATROL written on his chest. Benito Angelo is wearing a black suit and sunglasses. Guppy Parsh is wearing his normal batman costume with a doo rag on for some reason. Benito starts to talk.

"You know, people doubt us, the PATROL, but your gonna find out that that's not something that you should do, brother!"

There are some random jump cuts to things like lizards and bats, and Guppy starts to talk.

"You shouldn't doubt us! We're taking over this whole show! Without us, there wouldn't be no show! We run this program!"

He starts to laugh and there are some more jump cuts to them beating up people, and the PATROL logo. Jervis Cottonbelly starts to speak.

"Yeah! We're going to show them! We will use our Razzmatazz and we will win!"

He turns to the other 2

"Is that too much, I feel like that's kind of mean to say...."

Jump cuts to the trios belts and more of them beating people savagely. Benito starts to speak again.

"We are gonna beat down the members of the blackest hole! It ain't even gonna be close! We're taking over and there ain't anything you can do to stop us, dude! You can try, but no one can stop us! We are unbeatable!"

He turns around and him and Guppy hit their forearms together. Guppy gets into the center, after some more jump cuts, and starts to speak.

"People like John Black have gotten complacent. They get lazy and they think that they are world beaters. They aren't though. We don't get lazy! We are the strangers of this company, and we are here to take it over, one victory at a time."

Jervis Cottonbelly makes his way to the front and says

"We can do anything that we put our minds to! So can anyone of you if you just try hard enough!"

Benito walks over to Jervis and spins him around.

"What was that? We are supposed to be portrayed as the cool guys who will do anything. That wasn't cool!"

"Well, I just don't want to be that mean to them. They have feelings to, you know."

"Jervis, I don't know if you are aware, BUT WE ARE FIGHTING THEM TOMORROW! GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER!"

Guppy Parsh starts to speak.

"Don't talk to him that way! He doesn't deserve......."

The scene fades to black with all of them arguing. ]]> <![CDATA[Batman vs. Alfred: Manbat of Institutionalization]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25806 Fri, 09 Dec 2016 07:01:42 -0800 Guppy Parsh]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25806 ~Act VII~
The scene opens to Alfred walking through the front door of Parsh Manor dragging a mannequin behind him and carrying a bag from the grocery store; the contents most likely being coconut milk and a balaclava that he bought elsewhere. It could also have eggs, but nothing in the previous promos lead me to believe that; it's just a possibility.

Stevella, Guppy's wife who opened the door for Alfred, notices he seems to be carrying a lot, "Do you need help with any of that?"

"No, I got it. It's my job to get it. Don't worry." Alfred is clearly struggling.

"There's no shame in asking for help in this household, Alfred," Stevella grabs the grocery store bag from his hands and takes it into the BatKitchen, "You'll need two hands to carry that...mannequin that is just as tall as me and has curves in all the same places."

"I bet you're interested in what I'm going to do with this mannequin. Aren't you Stevella?"

I have the perfect fake story planned.

"No."

"I'm going to pull an epic prank on G-,"

"I said no."

"Oh,"

Stevella starts unpacking the contents of the grocery store bag. She puts the coconut milk in the refrigerator. There are eggs, cool; she puts the eggs in the refrigerator. Then she stumbles upon a balaclava.

"Alfred! You shouldn't have!"

Alfred sets the mannequin down in the butler's quarters and enters the BatKitchen.

"What did I do?"

"How did you know I needed a new mask?"

Alfred sees the balaclava in her hands, then looks into her eyes which are behind the eye holes of her mask. Somehow he can see it in her eyes that giving this mask to her as an early Christmas gift would totally make that whole trying to rape her thing water under the bridge. For a hot, throbbing second he tries to justify not going through with his evil plan after all to spare Stevella of the misery of divorce. Then maybe if he works hard enough at it he could get in those sweet walls the new age way, with consent.

That second lasts only a second. Reality returns. He has already put so many resources into this plan and there's already enough waste in the world. No, he has to finish what he set out to do. Maybe he could just let her keep this one and improvise a little? It does seem to make her happy.

No way, if I let Stevella keep that mask then I'd have to go and buy another mask. That would be such a hassle.

"I didn't know. That mask isn't for you. It's for that epic prank I would've told you all about if you weren't so rude to me."

"Oh...." Stevella hands the mask back to Alfred.

"Thanks for putting away the groceries."

"Don't mention it. I'm sorry I assumed the mask was a gift. I guess I'm just really getting into the Christmas spirit, can you believe it's already December?"

Guppy is getting you divorce papers this year, cunt.

"Yes, time sure flies. What a great year."

"Did you hear that Donald Trump is Time's Person of the Year?"

"So was I in 2006."

"Oh you."

Stevella and Alfred share a weird fake laugh as the scene fades away.

~Act VIII~

[2 Hours Later]
[Image: WIN_20161208_215809_2.jpg]

Stevella is dressed comfortably in her brown robe and "Black Olives Matter" night shirt with a bowl of pixelated popcorn in her hands. And yes, that's a picture of Stevella, not the next rapist that Guppy kills. She just kind of looks like a fat rapist from this angle, but that's because her boobs are so big. That wasn't a picture of some virgin wearing a mask, alright. It's the beautiful Stevella; Guppy's wife is super hot even if she is just a mannequin.

Anyway, she's eating popcorn while watching the first of Guppy's promos. Alfred and Guppy are talking, such great dialogue, and wow you can cut the tension with a knife. Very good promo. Stevella is about to applaud, then she sees Alfred rubbing his hands together, wickedly, once Guppy turns his back to him. Then Alfred says something ominous under his breath.

There may be more to this Alfred guy than we know. I think he might be evil. Evil enough to be up to something....evil.

In the very next scene Alfred tries to hit on Stevella, but in a forceful way like he knows his cock is going in there and there's nothing that she can do to stop him. Stevella skips that part of the promo because she lived it so she doesn't need to see it again.

Oh right, I already knew Alfred was up to something because of that awkward interaction we had where he tried to rape me, so I threatened to slash his eyes out. Maybe I should warn Guppy about him.

Stevella puts down her bowl of pixelated popcorn and picks up her cellular phone. She puts it on speaker phone because she heard that putting it up to your ear can give you cancer. Then she calls Batman.

"Hi Stevella!"

"Hi Guppy."

"I'm killing rapists, what are you doing?"

"I just finished watching your first promo for your big match tomorrow."

"Did you like it?"

"Sure, it's better than anything your partners put out, or your opponents I guess."

"They may not be helping me win the artistic high-ground, but they can still help me win the match. Unless they don't feel like it, then you and Alfred could probably replace them via the FreeLizard Rule. I'll probably see them at the Lizard Day party. I bought them awesome gifts, maybe they'll want to do an unboxing promo!"

Stevella stopped listening as soon as he said the word 'Alfred'.

"Funny that you mention Alfred; I think he's up to something."

"What do you mean? That's pretty vague."

"So far he's been pretty vague. After you went to tuck in Lagena, he rubbed his hands together and said something ominous."

"That's suspicious."

"I know right! Even I could tell and I'm not even a detective."

"Maybe you should watch the other two promos and tell me if he does anything else suspicious, since you're so good at it."

Stevella considers that idea for a second, then she shakes her head.

"I would but I have so many other things to do. I've got to paint my nails and watch this bootleg copy of Moana at some point. I want to binge My Little Pony later tonight too."

"Yeah, you have a lot on your plate."

"I do have an idea though. You usually tell Alfred when you're on your way home right?"

"Right."

"Okay, then the next time you come home don't tell him then maybe you'll catch him doing something he shouldn't be doing."

"Alright, has he done anything else suspicious?"

Stevella considers telling Guppy about the time Alfred almost raped her, but she retroactively consented to that so it would be pretty lame of her to mention that. There was also that epic prank that involves a mannequin with measurements that matched hers exactly and a balaclava that she mistook for a Christmas gift, but if she told Guppy about that then it would ruin the surprise.

Pranks are lame when the prankee knows what's going to happen.

"Not that I've seen,"

"Okay, I'll let you get to your television show for children. I'm going to kill a few more rapists and then I'll call it a night. Bye Stevella."

"Bye."

Stevella goes back to sitting still, or whatever mannequins do when no one is looking, as the scene fades away.

~Act IX~

[December 10th 2016, 2:45 am]

Alfred adjusts the camera so it's pointing at his bed, then he puts the balaclava on the mannequin's head. Alfred takes a step back to review his masterpiece.

It looks just like her. Guppy is so dumb! He won't notice anything!

Alfred positions the mannequin so it's on all fours, then he strips naked and mounts it from behind. The camera is positioned so that Alfred's head is out of frame. Before he starts humping it, he takes a moment to grab the mannequin by the pussy, and he notices that it feels exactly the same as Stevella's vaginal crease.

That's strange.

Then he shrugs his shoulders and starts fucking it. Does it look like he's actually fucking Stevella? I don't know, but he hopes that Guppy thinks it does.

After like two minutes of dry humping a mannequin the butler's quarters door creaks open and Alfred turns to see Batman staring at him.

"Um, you didn't call, so me and Stevella were just having consensual sex while you were gone. She said it'd be fine since you're a cuck. If you're not you'll just have to work it out with her I guess."

"I didn't consent to this," says Guppy in his Stevella voice, "I didn't consent to any of this"

"Is that true Stevella?" he says, asking himself I guess.

Alfred cums on the mannequin's back.

"It's true!"

Guppy presses a button on his BatGlove and a set of chainsaw nun-chucks drop from the ceiling and into his hands.

"Wait! Guppy, this isn't Stevella! It's just a mannequin! It's just my fetish to dress up mannequins like bank robbers and bang them! It doesn't hurt anybody!"

"Talking mannequins don't exist, Alfred."

"It didn't talk! You said that!"

Guppy starts spinning the chainsaw nun-chucks and walking toward Alfred. No more talking was necessary. The rapist had to be eliminated. Alfred's attempts at reasoning with him were no use. He'd have to play along.

"Okay fine, it is Stevella. But she's lying again like she did before. She gave consent, but now she's pretending she didn't because I did a bad job. I didn't rape her she just forgot that old men aren't as good at sex as they used to be! This never would have happened if you just cut her tongue out. You can still rectify that mistake."

"Alfred...you deserve this and I'm not sorry."

Guppy swings the chainsaw nun-chucks and cuts off both of Alfred's arms at the same time. While Alfred screams out in agony Guppy grabs the mannequin and drags it with him to the master bedroom.

"I'll get you to some clothes Stevella, you'll be okay."

"It was horrible, Guppy; he pulled me out of the shower and told me 'I'm going to rape you so bad, bitch' and there weren't any knives around so I was defenseless. This is so much more interesting than anything you'll see in a John Black promo."

"We'll have to hire someone to clean that bloody room."

"I never want to go back in there again."

"I understand. Maybe we should move. I never went back to Castle after what happened to me."

Guppy opens the door to the master bedroom to find another Stevella asleep on the bed. At first he's surprised Alfred's screaming didn't wake her up, then he's surprised that there are two Stevellas.

"Two Stevellas? Does this mean what I think it means?"

"It does, Alfred cloned the original Stevella. I'm just a copy. Then he threw mud all over me and told me that now I was black like John Black's mom. I ran away and took a shower, and then he raped me."

"He'll be dead soon. Wear this." Guppy hands the mannequin a plain black shirt since Stevella's other shirts would probably get ruined if they had rapist cum or rapist blood on them. If all her shirts are as cool as that "Black Olives Matter" shirt then I can see why that's a priority.

"I'll be strong, like the rape victim in Kill Bill."

"You'll need to be twice as strong. She only got pretend raped."

Guppy puts the shirt on the mannequin and then he kisses it.

"We'll explain what happened to my wife in the morning; you should get some rest. I'll take care of Alfred." Guppy puts the mannequin in his bed next to his other mannequin, then he returns to the butler's quarters where Alfred has passed out from blood loss. Guppy picks him up and carries him to the bathroom where the trapdoor to his basement is. He drops Alfred head-first through the trap door and he splats on the floor. Alfred dies.

"Keep your friends close, but keep your rapists in the basement," Batman slams the trap door shut.

Guppy fin.]]> ~Act VII~
The scene opens to Alfred walking through the front door of Parsh Manor dragging a mannequin behind him and carrying a bag from the grocery store; the contents most likely being coconut milk and a balaclava that he bought elsewhere. It could also have eggs, but nothing in the previous promos lead me to believe that; it's just a possibility.

Stevella, Guppy's wife who opened the door for Alfred, notices he seems to be carrying a lot, "Do you need help with any of that?"

"No, I got it. It's my job to get it. Don't worry." Alfred is clearly struggling.

"There's no shame in asking for help in this household, Alfred," Stevella grabs the grocery store bag from his hands and takes it into the BatKitchen, "You'll need two hands to carry that...mannequin that is just as tall as me and has curves in all the same places."

"I bet you're interested in what I'm going to do with this mannequin. Aren't you Stevella?"

I have the perfect fake story planned.

"No."

"I'm going to pull an epic prank on G-,"

"I said no."

"Oh,"

Stevella starts unpacking the contents of the grocery store bag. She puts the coconut milk in the refrigerator. There are eggs, cool; she puts the eggs in the refrigerator. Then she stumbles upon a balaclava.

"Alfred! You shouldn't have!"

Alfred sets the mannequin down in the butler's quarters and enters the BatKitchen.

"What did I do?"

"How did you know I needed a new mask?"

Alfred sees the balaclava in her hands, then looks into her eyes which are behind the eye holes of her mask. Somehow he can see it in her eyes that giving this mask to her as an early Christmas gift would totally make that whole trying to rape her thing water under the bridge. For a hot, throbbing second he tries to justify not going through with his evil plan after all to spare Stevella of the misery of divorce. Then maybe if he works hard enough at it he could get in those sweet walls the new age way, with consent.

That second lasts only a second. Reality returns. He has already put so many resources into this plan and there's already enough waste in the world. No, he has to finish what he set out to do. Maybe he could just let her keep this one and improvise a little? It does seem to make her happy.

No way, if I let Stevella keep that mask then I'd have to go and buy another mask. That would be such a hassle.

"I didn't know. That mask isn't for you. It's for that epic prank I would've told you all about if you weren't so rude to me."

"Oh...." Stevella hands the mask back to Alfred.

"Thanks for putting away the groceries."

"Don't mention it. I'm sorry I assumed the mask was a gift. I guess I'm just really getting into the Christmas spirit, can you believe it's already December?"

Guppy is getting you divorce papers this year, cunt.

"Yes, time sure flies. What a great year."

"Did you hear that Donald Trump is Time's Person of the Year?"

"So was I in 2006."

"Oh you."

Stevella and Alfred share a weird fake laugh as the scene fades away.

~Act VIII~

[2 Hours Later]
[Image: WIN_20161208_215809_2.jpg]

Stevella is dressed comfortably in her brown robe and "Black Olives Matter" night shirt with a bowl of pixelated popcorn in her hands. And yes, that's a picture of Stevella, not the next rapist that Guppy kills. She just kind of looks like a fat rapist from this angle, but that's because her boobs are so big. That wasn't a picture of some virgin wearing a mask, alright. It's the beautiful Stevella; Guppy's wife is super hot even if she is just a mannequin.

Anyway, she's eating popcorn while watching the first of Guppy's promos. Alfred and Guppy are talking, such great dialogue, and wow you can cut the tension with a knife. Very good promo. Stevella is about to applaud, then she sees Alfred rubbing his hands together, wickedly, once Guppy turns his back to him. Then Alfred says something ominous under his breath.

There may be more to this Alfred guy than we know. I think he might be evil. Evil enough to be up to something....evil.

In the very next scene Alfred tries to hit on Stevella, but in a forceful way like he knows his cock is going in there and there's nothing that she can do to stop him. Stevella skips that part of the promo because she lived it so she doesn't need to see it again.

Oh right, I already knew Alfred was up to something because of that awkward interaction we had where he tried to rape me, so I threatened to slash his eyes out. Maybe I should warn Guppy about him.

Stevella puts down her bowl of pixelated popcorn and picks up her cellular phone. She puts it on speaker phone because she heard that putting it up to your ear can give you cancer. Then she calls Batman.

"Hi Stevella!"

"Hi Guppy."

"I'm killing rapists, what are you doing?"

"I just finished watching your first promo for your big match tomorrow."

"Did you like it?"

"Sure, it's better than anything your partners put out, or your opponents I guess."

"They may not be helping me win the artistic high-ground, but they can still help me win the match. Unless they don't feel like it, then you and Alfred could probably replace them via the FreeLizard Rule. I'll probably see them at the Lizard Day party. I bought them awesome gifts, maybe they'll want to do an unboxing promo!"

Stevella stopped listening as soon as he said the word 'Alfred'.

"Funny that you mention Alfred; I think he's up to something."

"What do you mean? That's pretty vague."

"So far he's been pretty vague. After you went to tuck in Lagena, he rubbed his hands together and said something ominous."

"That's suspicious."

"I know right! Even I could tell and I'm not even a detective."

"Maybe you should watch the other two promos and tell me if he does anything else suspicious, since you're so good at it."

Stevella considers that idea for a second, then she shakes her head.

"I would but I have so many other things to do. I've got to paint my nails and watch this bootleg copy of Moana at some point. I want to binge My Little Pony later tonight too."

"Yeah, you have a lot on your plate."

"I do have an idea though. You usually tell Alfred when you're on your way home right?"

"Right."

"Okay, then the next time you come home don't tell him then maybe you'll catch him doing something he shouldn't be doing."

"Alright, has he done anything else suspicious?"

Stevella considers telling Guppy about the time Alfred almost raped her, but she retroactively consented to that so it would be pretty lame of her to mention that. There was also that epic prank that involves a mannequin with measurements that matched hers exactly and a balaclava that she mistook for a Christmas gift, but if she told Guppy about that then it would ruin the surprise.

Pranks are lame when the prankee knows what's going to happen.

"Not that I've seen,"

"Okay, I'll let you get to your television show for children. I'm going to kill a few more rapists and then I'll call it a night. Bye Stevella."

"Bye."

Stevella goes back to sitting still, or whatever mannequins do when no one is looking, as the scene fades away.

~Act IX~

[December 10th 2016, 2:45 am]

Alfred adjusts the camera so it's pointing at his bed, then he puts the balaclava on the mannequin's head. Alfred takes a step back to review his masterpiece.

It looks just like her. Guppy is so dumb! He won't notice anything!

Alfred positions the mannequin so it's on all fours, then he strips naked and mounts it from behind. The camera is positioned so that Alfred's head is out of frame. Before he starts humping it, he takes a moment to grab the mannequin by the pussy, and he notices that it feels exactly the same as Stevella's vaginal crease.

That's strange.

Then he shrugs his shoulders and starts fucking it. Does it look like he's actually fucking Stevella? I don't know, but he hopes that Guppy thinks it does.

After like two minutes of dry humping a mannequin the butler's quarters door creaks open and Alfred turns to see Batman staring at him.

"Um, you didn't call, so me and Stevella were just having consensual sex while you were gone. She said it'd be fine since you're a cuck. If you're not you'll just have to work it out with her I guess."

"I didn't consent to this," says Guppy in his Stevella voice, "I didn't consent to any of this"

"Is that true Stevella?" he says, asking himself I guess.

Alfred cums on the mannequin's back.

"It's true!"

Guppy presses a button on his BatGlove and a set of chainsaw nun-chucks drop from the ceiling and into his hands.

"Wait! Guppy, this isn't Stevella! It's just a mannequin! It's just my fetish to dress up mannequins like bank robbers and bang them! It doesn't hurt anybody!"

"Talking mannequins don't exist, Alfred."

"It didn't talk! You said that!"

Guppy starts spinning the chainsaw nun-chucks and walking toward Alfred. No more talking was necessary. The rapist had to be eliminated. Alfred's attempts at reasoning with him were no use. He'd have to play along.

"Okay fine, it is Stevella. But she's lying again like she did before. She gave consent, but now she's pretending she didn't because I did a bad job. I didn't rape her she just forgot that old men aren't as good at sex as they used to be! This never would have happened if you just cut her tongue out. You can still rectify that mistake."

"Alfred...you deserve this and I'm not sorry."

Guppy swings the chainsaw nun-chucks and cuts off both of Alfred's arms at the same time. While Alfred screams out in agony Guppy grabs the mannequin and drags it with him to the master bedroom.

"I'll get you to some clothes Stevella, you'll be okay."

"It was horrible, Guppy; he pulled me out of the shower and told me 'I'm going to rape you so bad, bitch' and there weren't any knives around so I was defenseless. This is so much more interesting than anything you'll see in a John Black promo."

"We'll have to hire someone to clean that bloody room."

"I never want to go back in there again."

"I understand. Maybe we should move. I never went back to Castle after what happened to me."

Guppy opens the door to the master bedroom to find another Stevella asleep on the bed. At first he's surprised Alfred's screaming didn't wake her up, then he's surprised that there are two Stevellas.

"Two Stevellas? Does this mean what I think it means?"

"It does, Alfred cloned the original Stevella. I'm just a copy. Then he threw mud all over me and told me that now I was black like John Black's mom. I ran away and took a shower, and then he raped me."

"He'll be dead soon. Wear this." Guppy hands the mannequin a plain black shirt since Stevella's other shirts would probably get ruined if they had rapist cum or rapist blood on them. If all her shirts are as cool as that "Black Olives Matter" shirt then I can see why that's a priority.

"I'll be strong, like the rape victim in Kill Bill."

"You'll need to be twice as strong. She only got pretend raped."

Guppy puts the shirt on the mannequin and then he kisses it.

"We'll explain what happened to my wife in the morning; you should get some rest. I'll take care of Alfred." Guppy puts the mannequin in his bed next to his other mannequin, then he returns to the butler's quarters where Alfred has passed out from blood loss. Guppy picks him up and carries him to the bathroom where the trapdoor to his basement is. He drops Alfred head-first through the trap door and he splats on the floor. Alfred dies.

"Keep your friends close, but keep your rapists in the basement," Batman slams the trap door shut.

Guppy fin.]]> <![CDATA[The Lamb]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25813 Wed, 07 Dec 2016 18:38:49 -0800 Joshua]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25813

WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.

A figure in the distance peels out of a doorway... dragging something. Followed by a trail of red leaking from a burlap bag. It proceeds further toward the sound of running water. Just over a chain fence ahead, a resevoir with a large arena in the background. Reaching the fence, the figure picks up the heavy bag, spins around to gain momentum, and tries to toss it over the fence. It hits the top and rips open... pieces of something or someone fall, some on this side of the fence, some deflecting off the fence into the water below. The figure walks over, bending down to pick one up... eyes resembling Kid Kool's look back up from a severed head.

Ah, KIIIID KOOOOOOOL. HAAAA. THE MAN WHO RAMBLED ON. AND ONNN. AND ONNNNNN.

● • ○ ° •

UNTIL HIS HEAD WAS GONE. WHOOOO HAAA.

● • ○ °

YOU DON'T SEEM TO GET IT. TO REALIZE YOUR OWN PLIGHT. BOY.

● • ○

LET ME GIVE YOU A GLIMPSE... INTO MADNESS... INTO... THIS!

● •

EVERYONE HAS A PRICE... A SOUL FOR THE TAKING...

●

JOSHUA'S WAS PERFECTION...

○

AND NOW IT IS YOU WHO WILL BE FORSAKEN.






● °• THE LAMB •° ●

Reports begin to run across the screen. "A Man Possessed" seen running across a park. Digging through trash. Then "defacating on a sidewalk" with blatant disregard for security's requests to stop. This man has been identified as XWF's own "Joshua". Authorities have sorrounded his rumored location, based on various reports coming across the wire about different accounts across the city. He has been deemed a "menace to society" who is potentially dangerous to himself or others.



°• ○ •°• ● •°

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEE?

I am in control.

WHO SAID THAT!?

I did, you know who I am.

NO, NO... ALL THE THERAPY, THE MEDS!?

You cannot shut me out, Joshua.

THIS ISN'T REAL, WAKE UP!

You have woken... we are one and the same.

NO, THIS CANNOT BE!

You are the Sacrifice... the mechanism...

Kid Kool is The Lamb.

The Lamb.

The Lamb.

• ○ ° ● •

Joshua violently wakes up grabbing the sheets beneathe him, in his bed. He runs to the mirror and looks into his own eyes, seeing a red pulse moving. Cuts and scrapes on his face that weren't there before startle him, as does the pale nature of his skintone. He frantically searches drawers in the bathroom, as a voice in his subconcious sounds.

No pills there.

He heads to the kitchen, ripping off cabinet doors and losing his sanity in a desperate search he knows will not change anything.

FUUUUCCCCKK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK... FU... FUC... FUCKKKK!

You know I got rid of them all. And now with you wanted all over town, I don't see a DoCtOr prescribing much more. WHOOO. HAAA. HEEE.

Joshua slams his fist onto the counter, busting it open, then falling to his rear against the cabinets... his watery electric eyes begin to roll involuntarily back in his head.


WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? HUH! WHAT!?

Want is not the way. We must bound together... you wanted perfection and that I will provide in the ring. But in exchange for it, the time has come to ante in. KID KOOL IS A MOCKERY. He will serve as the perfect Lamb. And as the XWF mourns his loss, with more questions than answers... we will... rise. Our purpose is much... higher. His blood will free our hands to do things others... cannot begin to dream. This is a beginning... embrace it. Don't fight what you don't control... anymore.

HOW CAN I TRUST THIS SHIT, YOU FUCKING POSSESSED ME!

What choice is there? At least this way, you get the spoils of victory as your perfect personna dictates. Do you really want to know what happens if you decline?

Joshua's eyes become bloodshot... his neck begins to twitch. His chest spasms making it hard to breathe. Veins turn green and glow brightly. He immediately rethinks his position.

NO. NO. NO! I am on board. I AM! I just want it all, I want everything.

And we shall have it. You know what to do.

His body returns to normal. He regains his senses, then looks toward the doorway, a bloody burlap sack sits, soaked through with blood on the hardwood floor.

○ ° ●

WHERE ARE YOU!?

With the burlap sack drapped on his shoulder and a trail of blood behind him, Joshua kicks in the locker room door of Kid Kool. Attendants run in to see what the commotion is, trying to calm him down. They explain that Kid Kool isn't scheduled on site for a few more hours. One of the attendants looks to be dialing the police on his phone, Joshua snatches it and intimidates the man into a corner.

Go make yourself useful, and get a FUCKING CAMERA IN HERE!

The attendant runs out and directs a promotion being filmed across the hall for the XWF's training facility to stop production. He gives new direction as the crew shuffles in and begin setting up gear all over the room. A make up lady comes over, but Joshua growls her away. The attendant yells "ACTION" before slipping on a puddle of blood left behind by the bag.

Hello XWF Universe. This is Joshua. And I AM NOT HERE to answer questions. I am here to MAKE A STATEMENT. WILD CARD HAS BECOME INEVITABLE. My round-a-bout with YOU, KID KOOL... is a foregone conclusion. While you were out at clubs and parties dishing sad one liners to bombshells out of your league... I was off securing MY FATE. And that is very bad... FOR YOU. I HAD TO MAKE SACRIFICES. Endure things I may never undo or take back. BUT I DID WHAT HAD TO BE DONE. BECAUSE THE COST OF PERFECTION IS A PRICE I AM WILLING TO PAY. Every day of sweat, time lost with family, friends, events missed, life passed by... will be worth it. It will all be worth it. BUT TO MAKE my sacrifice worthy of the glory... there must be... a lamb. There must be... AND YOU ARE THAT LAMB. MY FUTURE HANGS IN THE BALANCE. SO RUN. Hide anywhere someone will take you in. Find a safehouse and soak up the resources until it is time to move on, then find another. BECAUSE NOTHING, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER WILL STOP ME. I WILL... find you. I WILL... make a sacrifice. I WILL BE PERFECT. AT ANY COST. Here... here... little... LAMB...

Joshua shoves the camera man down and stomps out with the drenched bag. The attendant and crew look at eachother, then immediately pull out phones to call police. Outside the arena, a figure in the distance peels out of a doorway...

• ○ •

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WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.WHOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOO.

A figure in the distance peels out of a doorway... dragging something. Followed by a trail of red leaking from a burlap bag. It proceeds further toward the sound of running water. Just over a chain fence ahead, a resevoir with a large arena in the background. Reaching the fence, the figure picks up the heavy bag, spins around to gain momentum, and tries to toss it over the fence. It hits the top and rips open... pieces of something or someone fall, some on this side of the fence, some deflecting off the fence into the water below. The figure walks over, bending down to pick one up... eyes resembling Kid Kool's look back up from a severed head.

Ah, KIIIID KOOOOOOOL. HAAAA. THE MAN WHO RAMBLED ON. AND ONNN. AND ONNNNNN.

● • ○ ° •

UNTIL HIS HEAD WAS GONE. WHOOOO HAAA.

● • ○ °

YOU DON'T SEEM TO GET IT. TO REALIZE YOUR OWN PLIGHT. BOY.

● • ○

LET ME GIVE YOU A GLIMPSE... INTO MADNESS... INTO... THIS!

● •

EVERYONE HAS A PRICE... A SOUL FOR THE TAKING...

●

JOSHUA'S WAS PERFECTION...

○

AND NOW IT IS YOU WHO WILL BE FORSAKEN.






● °• THE LAMB •° ●

Reports begin to run across the screen. "A Man Possessed" seen running across a park. Digging through trash. Then "defacating on a sidewalk" with blatant disregard for security's requests to stop. This man has been identified as XWF's own "Joshua". Authorities have sorrounded his rumored location, based on various reports coming across the wire about different accounts across the city. He has been deemed a "menace to society" who is potentially dangerous to himself or others.



°• ○ •°• ● •°

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEE?

I am in control.

WHO SAID THAT!?

I did, you know who I am.

NO, NO... ALL THE THERAPY, THE MEDS!?

You cannot shut me out, Joshua.

THIS ISN'T REAL, WAKE UP!

You have woken... we are one and the same.

NO, THIS CANNOT BE!

You are the Sacrifice... the mechanism...

Kid Kool is The Lamb.

The Lamb.

The Lamb.

• ○ ° ● •

Joshua violently wakes up grabbing the sheets beneathe him, in his bed. He runs to the mirror and looks into his own eyes, seeing a red pulse moving. Cuts and scrapes on his face that weren't there before startle him, as does the pale nature of his skintone. He frantically searches drawers in the bathroom, as a voice in his subconcious sounds.

No pills there.

He heads to the kitchen, ripping off cabinet doors and losing his sanity in a desperate search he knows will not change anything.

FUUUUCCCCKK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK... FU... FUC... FUCKKKK!

You know I got rid of them all. And now with you wanted all over town, I don't see a DoCtOr prescribing much more. WHOOO. HAAA. HEEE.

Joshua slams his fist onto the counter, busting it open, then falling to his rear against the cabinets... his watery electric eyes begin to roll involuntarily back in his head.


WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? HUH! WHAT!?

Want is not the way. We must bound together... you wanted perfection and that I will provide in the ring. But in exchange for it, the time has come to ante in. KID KOOL IS A MOCKERY. He will serve as the perfect Lamb. And as the XWF mourns his loss, with more questions than answers... we will... rise. Our purpose is much... higher. His blood will free our hands to do things others... cannot begin to dream. This is a beginning... embrace it. Don't fight what you don't control... anymore.

HOW CAN I TRUST THIS SHIT, YOU FUCKING POSSESSED ME!

What choice is there? At least this way, you get the spoils of victory as your perfect personna dictates. Do you really want to know what happens if you decline?

Joshua's eyes become bloodshot... his neck begins to twitch. His chest spasms making it hard to breathe. Veins turn green and glow brightly. He immediately rethinks his position.

NO. NO. NO! I am on board. I AM! I just want it all, I want everything.

And we shall have it. You know what to do.

His body returns to normal. He regains his senses, then looks toward the doorway, a bloody burlap sack sits, soaked through with blood on the hardwood floor.

○ ° ●

WHERE ARE YOU!?

With the burlap sack drapped on his shoulder and a trail of blood behind him, Joshua kicks in the locker room door of Kid Kool. Attendants run in to see what the commotion is, trying to calm him down. They explain that Kid Kool isn't scheduled on site for a few more hours. One of the attendants looks to be dialing the police on his phone, Joshua snatches it and intimidates the man into a corner.

Go make yourself useful, and get a FUCKING CAMERA IN HERE!

The attendant runs out and directs a promotion being filmed across the hall for the XWF's training facility to stop production. He gives new direction as the crew shuffles in and begin setting up gear all over the room. A make up lady comes over, but Joshua growls her away. The attendant yells "ACTION" before slipping on a puddle of blood left behind by the bag.

Hello XWF Universe. This is Joshua. And I AM NOT HERE to answer questions. I am here to MAKE A STATEMENT. WILD CARD HAS BECOME INEVITABLE. My round-a-bout with YOU, KID KOOL... is a foregone conclusion. While you were out at clubs and parties dishing sad one liners to bombshells out of your league... I was off securing MY FATE. And that is very bad... FOR YOU. I HAD TO MAKE SACRIFICES. Endure things I may never undo or take back. BUT I DID WHAT HAD TO BE DONE. BECAUSE THE COST OF PERFECTION IS A PRICE I AM WILLING TO PAY. Every day of sweat, time lost with family, friends, events missed, life passed by... will be worth it. It will all be worth it. BUT TO MAKE my sacrifice worthy of the glory... there must be... a lamb. There must be... AND YOU ARE THAT LAMB. MY FUTURE HANGS IN THE BALANCE. SO RUN. Hide anywhere someone will take you in. Find a safehouse and soak up the resources until it is time to move on, then find another. BECAUSE NOTHING, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER WILL STOP ME. I WILL... find you. I WILL... make a sacrifice. I WILL BE PERFECT. AT ANY COST. Here... here... little... LAMB...

Joshua shoves the camera man down and stomps out with the drenched bag. The attendant and crew look at eachother, then immediately pull out phones to call police. Outside the arena, a figure in the distance peels out of a doorway...

• ○ •

]]> <![CDATA[Set it off!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25802 Wed, 07 Dec 2016 13:24:52 -0800 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25802



October, 21st
The Hospital Car Park

Scully’s time at the hospital had so far been eventful, he went there with one task in mind, to finish Charles Elton off. Scully wanted to put an end to the life of his former ‘friend’ but things didn’t go to plan. Why would he want to end the life of Charles? The answer is simple, to attempt to save his own skin. So far he has got away with it but IF Charles wakes up, he will surely go to the pigs and Scully will go to prison. It would indeed be Scully’s own fault, don’t do the crime and all that jazz but Skull is still going to prevent this from happening.

Skull attempted to enter the intensive care unit ward, however it was out of visiting hours so he was turned away. He had another plan in mind and again, it was risky. With a small stubby hammer in his procession, he took out a doctor and stole his garments. The doctors Naked, unconscious body was left inside a cupboard and Skull proceeded to enter the destination with a tag to hand (which obviously let him enter doors without permission) whilst looking for Charles on the ward, he was greeted by a horny nurse, desperate for sex. It was apparent that the nurse and the real ‘Doctor Rodgers’ enjoyed romps together. Skull got away for the time being and found Charles laying to the mercy of Skull, it was time to pull the plug after some words of explanation... The end wasn’t meant to be, the nurse returned and Skull used some words of persuasion to get the Nurse to meet him or the real Doctor Rodgers elsewhere. This was his opportunity to get the fuck outta there and escape the current situation, he was nearly out only to have been caught by a different nurse, a nurse who was more focused on her job. He was dragged to save a man’s life, he did just that, he pulled the bullet from the man’s chest and became an instant hero. Then he left but no, he couldn’t just get to his car could he?

Who could possibly exit the lift as the doors opened? Skull had just dropped his car keys on the stairs and had step back down to bend down to grab them. Just as he looks up, two former Union associates, Ted and Dave walk out from the elevator. Ted is carrying a packet of grapes in hand and Skull turns to get the fuck outta there. Skull runs a few steps, hoping he hadn’t been spotted but he did. Skull hears Ted call him.

Ted: “Scully.... It’s Ted!”

Damn.. Skull turns around to face Ted and Dave, both standing before him at the bottom of the stairs. Skull a little annoyed that he will now have to talk to them.

“Ted... Dave.. How we doing?”

Dave: “You’ve come to see Charles too?”

“Erm.. Yeah. I left my wallet in my car so thought I’d come back to get it. Might want a coffee or something ya know?”

Ted: “Yeah we know what ya mean?! I like to drink fruit shoot.”

“I know I remember.. “

Dave: “Shall we come with you and we all go in together?”

"I'll meet you down there."

Ted: "We're coming with you."

“Yeah, why not?!”

Scully obviously didn’t really want them to follow him, he was being sarcastic. He just wanted to go home before anything else escalates. He didn’t really want to hang around the two idiots anyway. Ted and Dave follow behind Scully.

Ted: “So have you heard from the others?”

“Felix messaged me recently and spoke to Macbeth briefly.”

Dave: “What about mustachio?”

“You mean Tush?”

Ted: “Yes he means Tush with the hairy bush.”

Ted and Dave start laughing, although they’re a little breathless. Scully, Ted and Dave are now on the third flight of stairs, T & D are both exhausted. Dave leans against the wall and Ted sits down on the stairs. Skull is forced to stop to his annoyance.

“Come on guys... “

Ted: “We just need a little rest, moody pants.”

Dave: “Go on without us.. Do it for your family!”

“You guys can’t be serious?”

Ted: “I’m serious, I don’t wanna die.”

Dave: “Me neither. Why didn’t we just take the elevator?”

Ted: “Yeah why?”

"You two are a pair of girls!"

Ted: I like girls."

Dave: Me too."

Skull shakes his head and Dave places his backside next to Ted’s.

“Just get up you two. Visiting hours don’t last long.”

Dave: “That’s alright, he’s pretty much dead. He won’t even know we’re there anyway.”

Ted: “Yeah the lettuce.”

Dave: “Lettuce?”

Ted: “Is it Lettuce? Ya know when someone is crippled?”

Dave: "I think it is."

“No you idiots, it’s cabbage. Cabbage!”

Dave: “Oh...”

In a camp but humorous way, Ted says, Ted: "Ooooo Stressy"

Ted and Dave laugh again. Scully had lost patience by now, he just wanted to get it over and done with, after all he didn’t even want to be there, not for visiting reasons anyway. Skull tuts to himself, realising this is his opportunity to get away. He could go by himself to his car to get the wallet that was really in his pocket and then he could just drive away. Who gives a fuck?!

“You two clowns stay there, I’ll get my wallet myself.”

Dave: “No, we’ll come with you.”

Ted: “Yeah.”

“What the hell for?”

Ted: “Because we want to see your baby boy.”

“What? You really think I’d leave my little man in the car?”

Dave: “I would!”

Ted: “And me!”

“This is why you two shouldn’t even own a hamster, nevermind be responsible for a kid.”

Dave: “I want a hamster.”

Ted: “Let's get one Dave?”

Scully puffs, “I don’t really have time for this shit.”

Dave: “We gotta a quest for you.”

“Quest?”

Ted: “Question.”

Dave: “Who do you think did this to Charles?”

Ted: “Yeah aren’t you angry like Incredible Hulk?”

Dave: “Hulk Smash!”

Ted: “Skull Smash!”

Skull shakes his head. He felt his cheeks go red but he didn’t want to let on he knew, obviously. But he had enough of them babbling on.

“What you want me to do? Charles wasn’t really my friend, neither are you two!”

Ted & Dave stand up at the same time and look annoyed.

Dave: “Is it because we pushed you down the stairs?”

Ted: “You had to bring that up didn’t you Dave?”

Dave: “That’s was an accident!”

“The only accident here are you two fools!”

Dave: “That’s wasn’t very nice.”

Ted: "Aktully..."

"Actually numbnuts"

Ted: "If you're not our friend and you are not Charles friend. Why are you here?"

"Because I can do what the fuck I want!"

T & D then approach Scully and Ted grabs him by his jumper. Skull chuckles as Ted tries to shove him against the wall.

“What are you trying to do?”

Dave tries to push Scully too and Skulls wallet falls from his pocket, landing on the floor. Ted and Dave look down at the wallet, then question Scully.

Ted: “Fought you were getting your wallet?”

Dave: “Yeah... But you had it the whole time.”

“You calling me a liar?”

Ted: “Liar, Liar pants on Fire!”

Dave comically digs Scully in the arm as he attempts to hurt Scully. He bursts out laughing at the punch Dave gave him.

Dave: “What’s so funny? Get him Ted!”

Ted: “Maybe he has two wallets?”

Ted tries to tickle Scully, he finds this amusing as he is ticklish. But he is now getting pissed off.

“Get off me!”

Scully tries to walk past them but they continue to painfully try and rough him up to Scully's annoyance. They wasn't hurting him but they were annoying him.

"I said GET OFF ME!

He pushes both of them real hard, they fly back and go tumbling down the stairs.

Bang!

Bosh!

Bump!

Ted and Dave lay on at the bottom of that set of stairs, unconscious. Blood drips from both of their heads. Skull looks down at them and runs off to his car. Skull runs through the parking lot and unlocks his car. He jumps in and immediately starts the engine. Smoke rises from the tyres as Scully wheel spins outta there. He speeds to the bottom of the car park, inserts his ticket into the barrier and he races off!


"How we doin' Cunts of the XWF Galaxy? Don't answer thhat cuz I really don't care. It's that time again. It's story time with the Skull Meister. Now this story has a lot to do with the now and you will all see why. Here goes....

Once upon a couple of years ago, after a lengthy hiatus from the wrestling business, Scully joined the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. The first guy he would meet as he walked the halls of the Arena, on his first day.. Was the bald headed, Fat Wanker, Darren Dangerous. Yes, Double D, remember him? Vinnie Lane knows all about him. Well anyway we exchanged words and he said the usual shit about me liking tea and crumpets, like I should be offended right? By the way I would go on to beat him in my debut match, a scaffold match, whatever and although I was a bit rusty, I threw his obese ass off the scaffold. Well anyway who cares about that fat, brotherfucker?! At the same time I would walk into path of Double D, the second person I would meet was Michael McBride. Yes, that is correct, me and McBride exchanged some words, he was feeling a little frisky and wanted to fight me. But that didn't happen. Anyway I believe we were against each other once at a Wargames Pay-per-view, where the team I was on destroyed the team he was apart of. We may have fought each other in matches but we have NEVER faced each other one on one until now. Well this where the story ends, folks. Scully would challenge McBride for the XWF Xtreme Championship and he would destroy him to become the NEW XWF Xtreme Champion.

So that was the story of Scully VS McBride.

Oh where, oh where has Mcbride gone? Oh where, oh where can he be?

That is the question I am asking... Where tha fuck are you? You do know you have a match coming up? Not just any match, no but an Xtreme Championship match for YOUR title.. I know you're a bit scared and it's understandable, you are facing the former XWF Uni Champion. But what kind of Champion are you? People asked me that question when I had the Uni title. Why won't you defend it? Blah blub blob. Any match I have I show up at least, I ask you to try and defend your title, take the beating I am about to dish out like a man. Not hide. Don't let this be like the match you had with that old fucker, Bret Hart. A One sided, total domination, that I witnessed first hand. I mean I even helped you win the match cuz you were taking your time and yep, you haven't showed me any gratitude for that assist. Don't be like Bret, you could at least fight back boy! I guess you have accepted your fate, you know Scully is going to come to Wildcard and take the Xtreme Championship away from you.

Another title you are dropping, ever so quickly. It wasn't long ago you used the 24/7 rule to win the damn thing and in your first proper defense, you're going out like this? Shame. I mean I know that my Uni Championship run wasn't great but at least I showed up. Maybe it's the stereotypical thing? The Irish are dumb and he's forgot he has a match? I hope not. Don't make that look like a true statement. I know the Irish are not dumb, my uncle Raymond owns a hotel for Godsake, he didn't earn that by being stupid. No...So don't put a bad name on the Irish.

Are you too busy being the Del Boy Trotter of the XWF, that you can't be bothered? Still doing your dodgy dealings and acting like a gangsta huh? Come on Mcbride, your Xtreme title run will be worse than my Uni one. Look it don't matter if you act like a pussy in the run to our match because let's face it, you're going to get the extreme beating of a lifetime. I'm itching, no I haven't got nits, I'm itching to beat the holy Irish out of you. Mcbride bring Conor, bring ya mother Mary, ya dad Finlay.. No one can help you. I'm afraid that you are about to be Scullanated!"]]>



October, 21st
The Hospital Car Park

Scully’s time at the hospital had so far been eventful, he went there with one task in mind, to finish Charles Elton off. Scully wanted to put an end to the life of his former ‘friend’ but things didn’t go to plan. Why would he want to end the life of Charles? The answer is simple, to attempt to save his own skin. So far he has got away with it but IF Charles wakes up, he will surely go to the pigs and Scully will go to prison. It would indeed be Scully’s own fault, don’t do the crime and all that jazz but Skull is still going to prevent this from happening.

Skull attempted to enter the intensive care unit ward, however it was out of visiting hours so he was turned away. He had another plan in mind and again, it was risky. With a small stubby hammer in his procession, he took out a doctor and stole his garments. The doctors Naked, unconscious body was left inside a cupboard and Skull proceeded to enter the destination with a tag to hand (which obviously let him enter doors without permission) whilst looking for Charles on the ward, he was greeted by a horny nurse, desperate for sex. It was apparent that the nurse and the real ‘Doctor Rodgers’ enjoyed romps together. Skull got away for the time being and found Charles laying to the mercy of Skull, it was time to pull the plug after some words of explanation... The end wasn’t meant to be, the nurse returned and Skull used some words of persuasion to get the Nurse to meet him or the real Doctor Rodgers elsewhere. This was his opportunity to get the fuck outta there and escape the current situation, he was nearly out only to have been caught by a different nurse, a nurse who was more focused on her job. He was dragged to save a man’s life, he did just that, he pulled the bullet from the man’s chest and became an instant hero. Then he left but no, he couldn’t just get to his car could he?

Who could possibly exit the lift as the doors opened? Skull had just dropped his car keys on the stairs and had step back down to bend down to grab them. Just as he looks up, two former Union associates, Ted and Dave walk out from the elevator. Ted is carrying a packet of grapes in hand and Skull turns to get the fuck outta there. Skull runs a few steps, hoping he hadn’t been spotted but he did. Skull hears Ted call him.

Ted: “Scully.... It’s Ted!”

Damn.. Skull turns around to face Ted and Dave, both standing before him at the bottom of the stairs. Skull a little annoyed that he will now have to talk to them.

“Ted... Dave.. How we doing?”

Dave: “You’ve come to see Charles too?”

“Erm.. Yeah. I left my wallet in my car so thought I’d come back to get it. Might want a coffee or something ya know?”

Ted: “Yeah we know what ya mean?! I like to drink fruit shoot.”

“I know I remember.. “

Dave: “Shall we come with you and we all go in together?”

"I'll meet you down there."

Ted: "We're coming with you."

“Yeah, why not?!”

Scully obviously didn’t really want them to follow him, he was being sarcastic. He just wanted to go home before anything else escalates. He didn’t really want to hang around the two idiots anyway. Ted and Dave follow behind Scully.

Ted: “So have you heard from the others?”

“Felix messaged me recently and spoke to Macbeth briefly.”

Dave: “What about mustachio?”

“You mean Tush?”

Ted: “Yes he means Tush with the hairy bush.”

Ted and Dave start laughing, although they’re a little breathless. Scully, Ted and Dave are now on the third flight of stairs, T & D are both exhausted. Dave leans against the wall and Ted sits down on the stairs. Skull is forced to stop to his annoyance.

“Come on guys... “

Ted: “We just need a little rest, moody pants.”

Dave: “Go on without us.. Do it for your family!”

“You guys can’t be serious?”

Ted: “I’m serious, I don’t wanna die.”

Dave: “Me neither. Why didn’t we just take the elevator?”

Ted: “Yeah why?”

"You two are a pair of girls!"

Ted: I like girls."

Dave: Me too."

Skull shakes his head and Dave places his backside next to Ted’s.

“Just get up you two. Visiting hours don’t last long.”

Dave: “That’s alright, he’s pretty much dead. He won’t even know we’re there anyway.”

Ted: “Yeah the lettuce.”

Dave: “Lettuce?”

Ted: “Is it Lettuce? Ya know when someone is crippled?”

Dave: "I think it is."

“No you idiots, it’s cabbage. Cabbage!”

Dave: “Oh...”

In a camp but humorous way, Ted says, Ted: "Ooooo Stressy"

Ted and Dave laugh again. Scully had lost patience by now, he just wanted to get it over and done with, after all he didn’t even want to be there, not for visiting reasons anyway. Skull tuts to himself, realising this is his opportunity to get away. He could go by himself to his car to get the wallet that was really in his pocket and then he could just drive away. Who gives a fuck?!

“You two clowns stay there, I’ll get my wallet myself.”

Dave: “No, we’ll come with you.”

Ted: “Yeah.”

“What the hell for?”

Ted: “Because we want to see your baby boy.”

“What? You really think I’d leave my little man in the car?”

Dave: “I would!”

Ted: “And me!”

“This is why you two shouldn’t even own a hamster, nevermind be responsible for a kid.”

Dave: “I want a hamster.”

Ted: “Let's get one Dave?”

Scully puffs, “I don’t really have time for this shit.”

Dave: “We gotta a quest for you.”

“Quest?”

Ted: “Question.”

Dave: “Who do you think did this to Charles?”

Ted: “Yeah aren’t you angry like Incredible Hulk?”

Dave: “Hulk Smash!”

Ted: “Skull Smash!”

Skull shakes his head. He felt his cheeks go red but he didn’t want to let on he knew, obviously. But he had enough of them babbling on.

“What you want me to do? Charles wasn’t really my friend, neither are you two!”

Ted & Dave stand up at the same time and look annoyed.

Dave: “Is it because we pushed you down the stairs?”

Ted: “You had to bring that up didn’t you Dave?”

Dave: “That’s was an accident!”

“The only accident here are you two fools!”

Dave: “That’s wasn’t very nice.”

Ted: "Aktully..."

"Actually numbnuts"

Ted: "If you're not our friend and you are not Charles friend. Why are you here?"

"Because I can do what the fuck I want!"

T & D then approach Scully and Ted grabs him by his jumper. Skull chuckles as Ted tries to shove him against the wall.

“What are you trying to do?”

Dave tries to push Scully too and Skulls wallet falls from his pocket, landing on the floor. Ted and Dave look down at the wallet, then question Scully.

Ted: “Fought you were getting your wallet?”

Dave: “Yeah... But you had it the whole time.”

“You calling me a liar?”

Ted: “Liar, Liar pants on Fire!”

Dave comically digs Scully in the arm as he attempts to hurt Scully. He bursts out laughing at the punch Dave gave him.

Dave: “What’s so funny? Get him Ted!”

Ted: “Maybe he has two wallets?”

Ted tries to tickle Scully, he finds this amusing as he is ticklish. But he is now getting pissed off.

“Get off me!”

Scully tries to walk past them but they continue to painfully try and rough him up to Scully's annoyance. They wasn't hurting him but they were annoying him.

"I said GET OFF ME!

He pushes both of them real hard, they fly back and go tumbling down the stairs.

Bang!

Bosh!

Bump!

Ted and Dave lay on at the bottom of that set of stairs, unconscious. Blood drips from both of their heads. Skull looks down at them and runs off to his car. Skull runs through the parking lot and unlocks his car. He jumps in and immediately starts the engine. Smoke rises from the tyres as Scully wheel spins outta there. He speeds to the bottom of the car park, inserts his ticket into the barrier and he races off!


"How we doin' Cunts of the XWF Galaxy? Don't answer thhat cuz I really don't care. It's that time again. It's story time with the Skull Meister. Now this story has a lot to do with the now and you will all see why. Here goes....

Once upon a couple of years ago, after a lengthy hiatus from the wrestling business, Scully joined the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. The first guy he would meet as he walked the halls of the Arena, on his first day.. Was the bald headed, Fat Wanker, Darren Dangerous. Yes, Double D, remember him? Vinnie Lane knows all about him. Well anyway we exchanged words and he said the usual shit about me liking tea and crumpets, like I should be offended right? By the way I would go on to beat him in my debut match, a scaffold match, whatever and although I was a bit rusty, I threw his obese ass off the scaffold. Well anyway who cares about that fat, brotherfucker?! At the same time I would walk into path of Double D, the second person I would meet was Michael McBride. Yes, that is correct, me and McBride exchanged some words, he was feeling a little frisky and wanted to fight me. But that didn't happen. Anyway I believe we were against each other once at a Wargames Pay-per-view, where the team I was on destroyed the team he was apart of. We may have fought each other in matches but we have NEVER faced each other one on one until now. Well this where the story ends, folks. Scully would challenge McBride for the XWF Xtreme Championship and he would destroy him to become the NEW XWF Xtreme Champion.

So that was the story of Scully VS McBride.

Oh where, oh where has Mcbride gone? Oh where, oh where can he be?

That is the question I am asking... Where tha fuck are you? You do know you have a match coming up? Not just any match, no but an Xtreme Championship match for YOUR title.. I know you're a bit scared and it's understandable, you are facing the former XWF Uni Champion. But what kind of Champion are you? People asked me that question when I had the Uni title. Why won't you defend it? Blah blub blob. Any match I have I show up at least, I ask you to try and defend your title, take the beating I am about to dish out like a man. Not hide. Don't let this be like the match you had with that old fucker, Bret Hart. A One sided, total domination, that I witnessed first hand. I mean I even helped you win the match cuz you were taking your time and yep, you haven't showed me any gratitude for that assist. Don't be like Bret, you could at least fight back boy! I guess you have accepted your fate, you know Scully is going to come to Wildcard and take the Xtreme Championship away from you.

Another title you are dropping, ever so quickly. It wasn't long ago you used the 24/7 rule to win the damn thing and in your first proper defense, you're going out like this? Shame. I mean I know that my Uni Championship run wasn't great but at least I showed up. Maybe it's the stereotypical thing? The Irish are dumb and he's forgot he has a match? I hope not. Don't make that look like a true statement. I know the Irish are not dumb, my uncle Raymond owns a hotel for Godsake, he didn't earn that by being stupid. No...So don't put a bad name on the Irish.

Are you too busy being the Del Boy Trotter of the XWF, that you can't be bothered? Still doing your dodgy dealings and acting like a gangsta huh? Come on Mcbride, your Xtreme title run will be worse than my Uni one. Look it don't matter if you act like a pussy in the run to our match because let's face it, you're going to get the extreme beating of a lifetime. I'm itching, no I haven't got nits, I'm itching to beat the holy Irish out of you. Mcbride bring Conor, bring ya mother Mary, ya dad Finlay.. No one can help you. I'm afraid that you are about to be Scullanated!"]]> <![CDATA[Scrambling Bad Eggs.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25723 Mon, 05 Dec 2016 15:54:23 -0800 St. Diabolicus]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25723

To his left stood Adam Wednesday, long time compatriot and master of homely affairs.[Image: 437dd1a3270c3783a5136ea3adab0504.jpg]

And amongst the three was a new being as the mask began to take root to new flesh but preferring to go by a familiar moniker. This being began to awake with awe and whimsy, getting to his feet and takes a step as if frolicking on the brim floor.

A crowd as gathered in the court of the Saint, looking on as a new sinner pleads for her eternity. The thing that was once a mask smiled with glee as a band strikes up a sinister tune.



St. Diabolicus: That's enough LeStrange, her fate has been decided, the cauldron with her, Minos grows hungry at the gates.

Various demons bearing twisted faces hauled off the wretch as more beings enter the hall. Everyone is dressed as it appears a masquerade is taking place. The band strikes up another tune and many begin to dance. St. Diabolicus motions for Adam and Icxz to have a good time as he is joined by a new follower.

Equinox: The deed is done, now it's your turn to live up on your end. I want a title.

Patience my dear fellow, my word is my bond, when the current situation has dusted over you'll get your shot.

Bullshit, I turned on my best dude, kicked the cuteness off a little girl, and betrayed my crew. I didn't step from one shadow to wait in another one. It better happen soon.

Watch your tongue Mr. Varuan, you forget who's house your in.

Equinox storms off with his head down, avoiding contact with everyone.

[/color]Adam: Guess he's having trouble coping. Did ya mention the trios title or his partners even?


======//=======


A six pack challenge for a second rate title held by an eighth rate champion. Nonetheless a fight at Wild Card hosting the grand emperor of wild cards...me. Should I show up and wipe the the turnbuckles with their entrails and remain at home with my beautiful whores. Decisions decisions

I could always send Icxz but then there would be nothing left for me to ravage in hell.yawnsLeStrange, Adam, get in here and play me a Christmasy melody, I grow weary of the day's torment.

The scene ends with the Saint falling asleep to a demonic rendition of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.
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To his left stood Adam Wednesday, long time compatriot and master of homely affairs.[Image: 437dd1a3270c3783a5136ea3adab0504.jpg]

And amongst the three was a new being as the mask began to take root to new flesh but preferring to go by a familiar moniker. This being began to awake with awe and whimsy, getting to his feet and takes a step as if frolicking on the brim floor.

A crowd as gathered in the court of the Saint, looking on as a new sinner pleads for her eternity. The thing that was once a mask smiled with glee as a band strikes up a sinister tune.



St. Diabolicus: That's enough LeStrange, her fate has been decided, the cauldron with her, Minos grows hungry at the gates.

Various demons bearing twisted faces hauled off the wretch as more beings enter the hall. Everyone is dressed as it appears a masquerade is taking place. The band strikes up another tune and many begin to dance. St. Diabolicus motions for Adam and Icxz to have a good time as he is joined by a new follower.

Equinox: The deed is done, now it's your turn to live up on your end. I want a title.

Patience my dear fellow, my word is my bond, when the current situation has dusted over you'll get your shot.

Bullshit, I turned on my best dude, kicked the cuteness off a little girl, and betrayed my crew. I didn't step from one shadow to wait in another one. It better happen soon.

Watch your tongue Mr. Varuan, you forget who's house your in.

Equinox storms off with his head down, avoiding contact with everyone.

[/color]Adam: Guess he's having trouble coping. Did ya mention the trios title or his partners even?


======//=======


A six pack challenge for a second rate title held by an eighth rate champion. Nonetheless a fight at Wild Card hosting the grand emperor of wild cards...me. Should I show up and wipe the the turnbuckles with their entrails and remain at home with my beautiful whores. Decisions decisions

I could always send Icxz but then there would be nothing left for me to ravage in hell.yawnsLeStrange, Adam, get in here and play me a Christmasy melody, I grow weary of the day's torment.

The scene ends with the Saint falling asleep to a demonic rendition of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.
]]> <![CDATA[The Party Don't Start Till I Walk In.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25793 Mon, 05 Dec 2016 06:04:44 -0800 Kid Kool]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25793

Christina Nash pecks Kool on the cheek, waving to him as she heads out to the supermarket. He smiles, and boots up his Sega DreamCast 2 before booting up Sonic Adventure 3. The splash screen swipes across before the game's logo appears. A beautiful score accpmpanies the screen, as The Kid is prepared to blast through some Badniks. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and Kid lets them know he'll be right there.

"Hold up one second, I'm coming!"

Kid rises from his seat and heads toward the door, pulling his black and blue blazer on along the way. He arrives at the door...

"Who's out there, may I ask?"

"Hi there! It's Tesla, you know, from the casino? Thought I'd check up on you."

Kid Kool opens the door and smiles. "Hi there, dollface, how can I help ya?"

Tesla: I just thought I'd see how you're doing, since you helped me at Ceasar's..."

Kid Kool: I'm doing swell, I just got my new DreamCast 2 out of the box, and I'm ready to get down and dirty with some Sonic Adventure 3!! How's life been treatin' ya?

Tesla: I've moved up from a tiny house to a decent-sized place, and I've got enough ice cream to last a lifetime! Ya want a gaming buddy?

Kid Kool: Sure, come on in!

Tesla steps through the doorway and takes a seat on Double K's sofa, browsing the coffee table for magazines... Newsweek, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, Electronic Gaming Monthly, Porn...

Kid Kool: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, or Robotnik?

Tesla: Knuckles! He's sooo badass! If I were an Echidna I'd fuck him in half!!

KK: Knuckles it is. Listen, my girl might come back home while you're here, so play it Kool, K?

Tesla: Sh-ore, hun, got it!

The duo play together for damn near two hours, before Tesla lets Kid know she's got to head home. He pats her on the shoulder, before she surprises him with a kiss on the lips... RIGHT as Christina Nash steps through the doorway.

CN: What in the absolute FUCK is going on here?! I KNEW you were bad news, you stupid big breasted BITCH!!! Get the FUCK off my man before I have to be hauled out for manslaughter!!

Tesla: Oh, sorry kiddo, shoulda asked you for permission to treat your man right. You know, the way you WISH you could!!

CN: You know, I'd take that personally if I didn't see how CLEARLY your whore card is showing. Why don't you hand it over to KK so he can call you whenever he needs a slut to blow him!

Tesla: I'm willing to bet I do a HELLUVA lot better job than you ever could!!

CN: Wanna find out? Be my guest!! KK, I'm gone. Good luck keeping this BITCH from sucking off all of Las Vegas! Christina out, PY-EACE!!

Nash drops the shopping bags, before storming out... leaving Tesla and KK to themselves, gazing into one another's eyes as the camera fades.

= = = = = = = =

Joshua... I'm sorry. Sorry about being a fast-living, smarmy-mouthed, egotisticial, mansexual asshole. But guess what?

I back all that up every time I step in the ring. Win or lose, I give the fans a show. They remember me. As for you?

--Nobody will remember you after I wipe the canvas with your face. Bank on it.--

All that shit you spew in those hard-to-watch vignettes roll together as if you don't even have a clue what you're talking about. You string prose together as if you're looking to be the next William Shakespeare, and yet? The words come together like a monkey randomly tossing alphabet soup at a shit-stained wall, just looking to see what sticks.

You're droning, unintelligible and hard to listen to, but in the end, it won't be your words that will work against you, but your in-ring weaponry. Every move you make better be precision-perfect (see what I did there?) ...because I may be a rookie, but I pick up on things quicker than anyone I know. I'm the swift moving, smooth stepping, hot-fire-spitting, air-walking son-of-a-BITCH that will bring your future crashing down before it even begins. One more time, say it with me-- BANK ON IT!!!

You're new to the XWF, as am I, but there's difference between the two of us. You're clean cut, right-side of the tracks and all that jazz, while I? i'm the kind of guy that wrecks hotel rooms, parties till he falls in a bathtub and pukes his guts out till I have enough vomit to build a sand castle. I'm the boy your parents warned you about. Which reminds me-- your mom sure as hellafuck didn't think I was impotent. True story.

The ONLY perfect person in the cosmos is God above. I'm no saint, but there are certain lines I just don't cross. So judge not lest ye be judged, manfucker. Know that WildCard is the BEGINNING of my journey to the tippy-top of the mountain, ready to kick ass and screw my girlfriend Christina Nash. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, FUCK YOU BITCH!!! For all the shit you said, I will eat your lung.

You're a copycat of Maverick, whether you know him or have never heard of him. He's a better rip off of XWF legend Rebel than you are. The three of you are the same GOD DAMNED gimmick-- stoic, methodical, Randy Orton.

Go pull a Frodo and fuck your Aunt Em's toto. I see how you are.

What the fuck did you do just use Zeus to automatically generate your promo scripts? GENERIC ASS BULL SHIT. Fuck that shit.

And by the fuddermukkin' way? I was at Casear's as a good luck charm for some chick. I don't gamble because it's a waste of money. Big winnings are rare, and I'm not putting money on something that isn't a sure thing. And with that, I suggest EVERYONE place their money on The Kid, yours truly, because your white bread ass is going down.

How useless will you be when I cleave that heart from your chest? How USELESS will you be when I remove your ribcage, and use the bones to carve you a permanent smile? Your blood will drip, your ears will ring with every blow, and you'll KNOW why I'm so goddamn cocky. Yes, I'm goofy, yes I'm crazy, but once I hear my music hit, I step through those curtains, and it's time to Show The World.

I may not be perfect.... but I'm not 'weak' either. I put everything I have into everything I do. I want you to know my name as the name that gave you your first loss in your first match. A few things-- I'm no antique when it comes to my personality. I've done things that would freak half of the XWF roster out, and that's saying quite a deal, my friend. I almost killed Uncle Joey from Full House. True story, bro.

You can be reborn as many times as you want, but in the end, I will be your death nail each and every last time. Bring the beatdown, I'll get back up EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. This is my pay-per-view debut...

I'm gonna make it count. One last time, with feeling!!

#BANK_ON_IT

Joshua? YOU ARE FUCKING BORING.

|end of story|]]>

Christina Nash pecks Kool on the cheek, waving to him as she heads out to the supermarket. He smiles, and boots up his Sega DreamCast 2 before booting up Sonic Adventure 3. The splash screen swipes across before the game's logo appears. A beautiful score accpmpanies the screen, as The Kid is prepared to blast through some Badniks. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and Kid lets them know he'll be right there.

"Hold up one second, I'm coming!"

Kid rises from his seat and heads toward the door, pulling his black and blue blazer on along the way. He arrives at the door...

"Who's out there, may I ask?"

"Hi there! It's Tesla, you know, from the casino? Thought I'd check up on you."

Kid Kool opens the door and smiles. "Hi there, dollface, how can I help ya?"

Tesla: I just thought I'd see how you're doing, since you helped me at Ceasar's..."

Kid Kool: I'm doing swell, I just got my new DreamCast 2 out of the box, and I'm ready to get down and dirty with some Sonic Adventure 3!! How's life been treatin' ya?

Tesla: I've moved up from a tiny house to a decent-sized place, and I've got enough ice cream to last a lifetime! Ya want a gaming buddy?

Kid Kool: Sure, come on in!

Tesla steps through the doorway and takes a seat on Double K's sofa, browsing the coffee table for magazines... Newsweek, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, Electronic Gaming Monthly, Porn...

Kid Kool: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, or Robotnik?

Tesla: Knuckles! He's sooo badass! If I were an Echidna I'd fuck him in half!!

KK: Knuckles it is. Listen, my girl might come back home while you're here, so play it Kool, K?

Tesla: Sh-ore, hun, got it!

The duo play together for damn near two hours, before Tesla lets Kid know she's got to head home. He pats her on the shoulder, before she surprises him with a kiss on the lips... RIGHT as Christina Nash steps through the doorway.

CN: What in the absolute FUCK is going on here?! I KNEW you were bad news, you stupid big breasted BITCH!!! Get the FUCK off my man before I have to be hauled out for manslaughter!!

Tesla: Oh, sorry kiddo, shoulda asked you for permission to treat your man right. You know, the way you WISH you could!!

CN: You know, I'd take that personally if I didn't see how CLEARLY your whore card is showing. Why don't you hand it over to KK so he can call you whenever he needs a slut to blow him!

Tesla: I'm willing to bet I do a HELLUVA lot better job than you ever could!!

CN: Wanna find out? Be my guest!! KK, I'm gone. Good luck keeping this BITCH from sucking off all of Las Vegas! Christina out, PY-EACE!!

Nash drops the shopping bags, before storming out... leaving Tesla and KK to themselves, gazing into one another's eyes as the camera fades.

= = = = = = = =

Joshua... I'm sorry. Sorry about being a fast-living, smarmy-mouthed, egotisticial, mansexual asshole. But guess what?

I back all that up every time I step in the ring. Win or lose, I give the fans a show. They remember me. As for you?

--Nobody will remember you after I wipe the canvas with your face. Bank on it.--

All that shit you spew in those hard-to-watch vignettes roll together as if you don't even have a clue what you're talking about. You string prose together as if you're looking to be the next William Shakespeare, and yet? The words come together like a monkey randomly tossing alphabet soup at a shit-stained wall, just looking to see what sticks.

You're droning, unintelligible and hard to listen to, but in the end, it won't be your words that will work against you, but your in-ring weaponry. Every move you make better be precision-perfect (see what I did there?) ...because I may be a rookie, but I pick up on things quicker than anyone I know. I'm the swift moving, smooth stepping, hot-fire-spitting, air-walking son-of-a-BITCH that will bring your future crashing down before it even begins. One more time, say it with me-- BANK ON IT!!!

You're new to the XWF, as am I, but there's difference between the two of us. You're clean cut, right-side of the tracks and all that jazz, while I? i'm the kind of guy that wrecks hotel rooms, parties till he falls in a bathtub and pukes his guts out till I have enough vomit to build a sand castle. I'm the boy your parents warned you about. Which reminds me-- your mom sure as hellafuck didn't think I was impotent. True story.

The ONLY perfect person in the cosmos is God above. I'm no saint, but there are certain lines I just don't cross. So judge not lest ye be judged, manfucker. Know that WildCard is the BEGINNING of my journey to the tippy-top of the mountain, ready to kick ass and screw my girlfriend Christina Nash. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, FUCK YOU BITCH!!! For all the shit you said, I will eat your lung.

You're a copycat of Maverick, whether you know him or have never heard of him. He's a better rip off of XWF legend Rebel than you are. The three of you are the same GOD DAMNED gimmick-- stoic, methodical, Randy Orton.

Go pull a Frodo and fuck your Aunt Em's toto. I see how you are.

What the fuck did you do just use Zeus to automatically generate your promo scripts? GENERIC ASS BULL SHIT. Fuck that shit.

And by the fuddermukkin' way? I was at Casear's as a good luck charm for some chick. I don't gamble because it's a waste of money. Big winnings are rare, and I'm not putting money on something that isn't a sure thing. And with that, I suggest EVERYONE place their money on The Kid, yours truly, because your white bread ass is going down.

How useless will you be when I cleave that heart from your chest? How USELESS will you be when I remove your ribcage, and use the bones to carve you a permanent smile? Your blood will drip, your ears will ring with every blow, and you'll KNOW why I'm so goddamn cocky. Yes, I'm goofy, yes I'm crazy, but once I hear my music hit, I step through those curtains, and it's time to Show The World.

I may not be perfect.... but I'm not 'weak' either. I put everything I have into everything I do. I want you to know my name as the name that gave you your first loss in your first match. A few things-- I'm no antique when it comes to my personality. I've done things that would freak half of the XWF roster out, and that's saying quite a deal, my friend. I almost killed Uncle Joey from Full House. True story, bro.

You can be reborn as many times as you want, but in the end, I will be your death nail each and every last time. Bring the beatdown, I'll get back up EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. This is my pay-per-view debut...

I'm gonna make it count. One last time, with feeling!!

#BANK_ON_IT

Joshua? YOU ARE FUCKING BORING.

|end of story|]]> <![CDATA[A break, or a breakthrough? (RP5)]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25786 Sun, 04 Dec 2016 08:13:10 -0800 "Dark Warrior" Micheal Graves]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25786


.::Prologue::.


I feel like I'm completely loosing control. I have this voice in my head that's constantly nudging me to do awful things, and it's hard not to listen, because I want to do them. I'm also having terrible nightmares, and I'm beginning to think that I'm seeing and hearing things that aren't there. A few days ago I met a teenage kid named Jason. He said he was a fan, but during my conversation with him he said some things that I didn't like, so without even realizing it I strangled him. A couple of days after that he showed up at my car dealership acting like a straight douche. He wanted me to damn near give him a car for free, or he would tell his parents and the police about what had happened between us. Begrudgingly I agreed to sell him the vehicle that he wanted at an obscenely deep discount. After that he insisted on taking it out for a test drive. That drive didn't end so well. Jason wreaked us into a telephone pole. I blacked out, and when I woke up Jason was gone, and I was in the drivers seat. Did that asshole set me up to take the heat over that “accident”? Or was he ever there to begin with? Maybe I made this kid up, maybe he is just another bit of evidence that I'm fucked in the head. Maybe I wouldn't spend so much time dwelling on this shit, IF MY OPPONENT WOULD SHOW ANY SIGN OF LIFE!


It has now officially been eleven days since I re-debuted at Wednesday Warfare to lay the challenge out for Michael Graves. In that time I have not heard a single word from him. I can only assume that he accepted the challenge since the match is booked, but then again maybe Lane booked it just because it sounded like it could pull some money. I showed up and called this guy out for ripping me off. I've made it clear that I plan on ending him at Wildcard, but still not a word. Does he not think that I'm worth his time? Is he just too scared to face the media because he knows he is a thieving little bitch!? Well I'm going to face the media one last before this match takes place. If Michael continues to duck and hide hoping that the controversy will just blow over, fine. I'll still see him at Wildcard, but hopefully I can get under his skin and force him to come out and tell his side of the story. I sincerely want to hear what this kid has to say before I murder him.


.::Scene I - The Vignette::.



We open in the middle of a graveyard, sometime after dark. It's pitch black out here, without even so much as a trace of the moon. Suddenly a match strikes and flickers slightly in the breeze. The hand holding the match can barley be seen as it lights a series of candles that are affixed atop a few grave stones. Now with the dim light that the candles are supplying, we see Micheal Graves, “The Dark Warrior”. Micheal is decked out in his full wrestling gear. Crimson red boots, black vinyl tights with a red and purple fanged skull on both legs, a black sleeveless leather jacket with various studs and spikes, and of course his face painted pale white in the design of a human skull. Micheal stares menacingly into the camera as he speaks.


Micheal Graves: “Next weekend the XWF is hosting an event that will be spread across two days. It is set to take place in the two biggest gambling capitals in the United States. At Wildcard, almost every major title will be on the line. Champions will be forced to fight if they wish to keep their gold. I however will not be fighting for gold, nor will I be protecting a leather belt that is meant to signify my accomplishments in the XWF. Instead, I will be fighting to protect something far more important than even the Universal Title. On Saturday, December ninth, in Las Vegas Nevada, I will face off against a man who came to the XWF about a month ago with the intent of stealing my identity. Michael Graves, otherwise known as “The Franchise”. What I fight for at Wildcard is my life. If I lose to this pretender, I lose everything. I will no longer have the legal right to be Micheal Graves. If I win, however, then not only do I keep my name and he gives his up, but I also will earn a contract with the XWF, and make my return to the XWF official.”


Micheal stares up into the dark sky. Not even a single star can be seen tonight. Micheal closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, and releases it slowly as he turns his attention back to the camera.


Micheal Graves: “Graves, you do not realize how big of a mistake you have made. For the last ten years I have been settled into retirement. Dare I say I was even happy with the life that I had built for myself. The XWF wasn't even an after thought. Until one day I was flipping channels and saw you, that is. Seeing you on XWF TV dressed like me and going by by name... It's ignited a fire inside of me. Something that I haven't felt in a very long time, but with that fire also came the demon. A side of myself that had been suppressed for just as long. Over the last week I have been trying oh so hard to keep that demon at bay. It pushes and nudges and suggest such awful things. Yet I try to ignore it, I try to push it from my thoughts. I've tried so hard not to be what I used to be... I've tried so hard not to surrender my soul to this beast again, but the more I fight it... The more I wonder why. Why should I fight this demon? Why would I not listen to him when he tells me to hurt you?


Micheal looks down towards the ground deep in thought, the malicious look in his eyes fades away as he looks back up to the camera.


Micheal Graves: “They say that everyone has a guardian angel. It's not something that I have personally ever believed in, until now. Because you don't just have a guardian angel, you have two. My son and daughter... They are the only reason that I will continue to push back against this demon, and they are the only reason that you stand a chance to even walk out of Wildcard in one piece! I may not try to maim you next Saturday, but make no mistake. I will out shine you in every aspect of this match. I will throw you into that empty grave, and you will be buried alive! For others, Wildcard will mark their chances of winning or losing championships, but for me it will mark the night that I vanquish a false Graves and reclaim my spot in the XWF!



.::Scene II - The Question::.




Shortly after filming the proceeding promo, we find Micheal Graves in a small dressing room. The room is brightly lit, mostly by a large vanity mirror with big round light bulbs positioned all around the base of it. Micheal has just finished washing the skeletal makeup from his face when a hears someone walk into the room. Micheal looks over to the doorway to see Jason, the teenage kid from back home. In a state of disbelief Micheal ask.


Micheal Graves: “What are you doing here?”


Jason smirks as he lets out a short sarcastic laugh before replying in a mocking tone.


Jason: “What are YOU doing in here?”


Micheal just stares at the kid, puzzled by his response.


Jason: “I was listening to what ya said in that vignette... Ya realize that sadistic shit that ya trying so hard to fight back is what made you, you in the first place right?”


Micheal takes a step towards Jason and brings his voice to a shout.


Micheal Graves: “No we aren't talking about that right now! You wrecked my truck and took off, what the fuck was that about!?”


Jason who is still smirking laughs under his breath before answering.


Jason: “Are ya sure that's what happened Micheal?”


Jason turns and walks out of the room. Micheal quickly jogs over to the door to catch him, but as Micheal reaches the doorway, Jason is nowhere to be found. That's not possible! Micheal thinks to himself. There is noway that Jason could have cleared the hallway and made it outside in the second or two that it took Micheal to get to the door. Suddenly Micheal clinches up his face in pain and brings a hand up to his forehead. All he can hear is a loud high pitched buzzing sound. After a few seconds it fades away, and Micheal is left wondering if Jason has been a part of his imagination the entire time.



.::Scene III – The Reveal::.




Micheal's wife, and truly the love of his life is sitting curled up on the couch with a Nora Roberts novel in her hands. She seems lost in a world of fictional romance. The door just across the room opens, and in walks her loving husband, Micheal Graves.


Stephanie Graves: Oh honey, you're home!


She exclaims in genuine excitement. Micheal takes off his black leather coat and drapes it across the back of a kitchen chair. Micheal Graves: “Hi babe, how was your day?”


Micheal walks through the kitchen, and into the living room where his wife is seated.


Stephanie Graves: “Not very productive. The kids were a handful. By the time I managed to get them to bed, I was so worn out that I decided to spend the rest of the night relaxing with my literature.”


Micheal smirks as he takes a seat beside of his wife on the couch.


Micheal Graves: “I would hardly consider that to be literature.


He says, pointing at the romance novel his wife is holding.


Stephanie Graves: “You do realize that literature is literally any written work, right?


Micheal looks slightly confused for a second or two before changing to embarrassment and defeat.


Micheal Graves: “You know what I meant!”


He says defensively, but in a joking tone. Stephanie seems proud of herself. Anytime she can get one over on her husband, it's a good day.


Stephanie Graves: “I know what you meant, I just like busting your chops ya big lug!”


Stephanie and Micheal both lean in close to one another. Their lips meet in a warm embrace as they share in a soft and slow kiss. Micheal places a hand on her cheek and stares deeply into her eyes. Stephanie can tell that something is troubling him, and her look quickly changes to concern.


Stephanie Graves: “Did something happen at your shoot today?”


Micheal removes his hand from Stephanie's cheek and leans back into his seat. He lets out a long sigh before Stephanie leans in and places a hand on his thigh.


Stephanie Graves: “Honey, you know you can tell me. What happened?”


Micheal Graves: “A fan came to visit me on the set...”


Stephanie Graves: “Okay...”


Micheal Graves: “Remember me telling you that a customer wreaked that truck?


Micheal is of course talking about the Ford F-150 that Jason intentionally wreaked a few days ago.


Stephanie Graves: “Oh my God, HE came to your shoot today!?”


Micheal silently nods in agreement.


Stephanie Gross: “Well... Did you call the police!?”


Micheal answers her nervously.


Micheal Graves: “That's not really an option...”


Stephanie Graves: “What do you mean, that's not an option? The guy attempted to kill you!”


Micheal looks to his wife, staring into her eyes. Time seems to move at half speed for him. Even though he knows that he should tell her everything, he's afraid of what she will think.


Micheal Graves: “I didn't tell you everything...”


She looks shocked. Secrets between the two of them have never been a problem. At least not one that she was ever aware of. They both prided themselves in being open, and sharing everything in their lives with one another, good or bad.


Stephanie Graves: “What didn't you tell me Micheal!?”


She said with a stern, yet hurt tone.


Micheal Graves: “I first met Jason almost a week ago at the gym. I could tell that he wanted to meet me, but he was shy...”


Stephanie Graves: “Go on...”


Micheal Graves: “Well... We struck up a conversation about my career. He said he was a fan of mine and went on to talk about his favorite match and stuff. One thing lead to another and he said something that I didn't agree with. The next thing I knew, I had my hands around his neck. I was choking him...”


Stephanie looks horrified at this revelation.


Stephanie Graves: “MICHEAL! What were you thinking?”


Micheal sighs once again, exhaling heavily.


Micheal Graves: “I don't know... I didn't even realize that I was doing it until it was too late. When he came to the dealership, he was there to blackmail me into selling him a car for cheap. Otherwise he was going to get his parents involved.”


Stephanie Graves: “If he was going to blackmail you, why didn't he just ask for a free car?”


Micheal Graves: “I don't know. I chalked it up to him just being a dumb kid.”


Stephanie Graves: “Micheal, you need to call the police. You may have choked him, but since then he's tried to kill you, and now he's what, stalking you too?”


Micheal Graves: “I think that it's worse than that...”


Stephanie looks confused. What could be worse than a murderous stalker she wonders.


Micheal Graves: “Today, when he visited me at the set. He walked into the dressing room and taunted me before leaving. I ran to the door the second he walked out, but he had vanished without a trace.”


Stephanie Graves: “What are you trying to say?”


Micheal Graves: “I'm...”


Stephanie reaches up and begins to message the back of Micheal's neck in and effort to comfort him.


Micheal Graves: “I'm beginning to think that Jason may not be real.”


Stephanie Graves: “Why would you think that... Have you had an episode?”


Micheal Graves: I thought that I could keep in under control... but it's getting worse.”


Stephanie pulls a hand away from Micheal. They both sit there for a moment in silence. Stephanie is trying to absorb all of the information that Micheal has just given her, and Micheal is nervously waiting for his wives reaction. Finally after what feels like an eternity.


Stephanie Graves: “This is exactly what I was afraid of.”


Micheal Graves: “I know.”


Stephanie Graves: “You haven't even stepped foot in that damn ring yet, and already it's started.”


She of course, is talking about Micheal's schizophrenic split personality. A second consciousness that was created during the experiments that were performed on him during the Dark-Weapon:Gehenna project. There is something about the XWF that brings it back to the forefront. Maybe it's because the XWF is where it all started almost twelve years ago.


Micheal Graves: “I'll get it under control. I'm going to look for a shrink tomorrow.”


A shrink? She thinks to herself. Micheal has always refused to seek psychiatric help. Whenever she would bring up the idea in the past, he would tell her that he was strong enough to deal with his problems on his own.


Stephanie Graves: “This return of yours, it really means that much to you?”


Micheal Graves: “It does... On top of everything else that I could list as to why I have to do this, most importantly it's because I'm sick of running from my problems.”


10 years ago Micheal quit wrestling because of the psychotic break he suffered after the Weapon project.


Micheal Graves: “You told me that you would support me in any decision that I made, and I've made up my mind with this. Even if it ends up killing me, I'm making this return.”


Stephanie and Micheal sit there in silence for a moment. She knows that there is no reason to try and talk him out of this. He's a stubborn man, always has been. Once he makes up his mind, it's impossible to change it. She looks down, staring into her lap. It's a look of a woman that's been defeated. She wants to support her husband, always, but at the same time is afraid of what may come from this decision.


Stephanie Graves: “Okay... Talk to a doctor... get yourself help... and do what you need to do in the XWF. At the end of the day the kids and I will always be here for you.”


Micheal reaches over and pulls his wife in towards him. They sit there for a moment, comforted by each others embrace.



------------Scene IV Guess who shrinky-poo-------------





What am I doing here? That thought keeps going through my mind. I've never cared for doctors. Always felt like they were more concerned with money than my health. These head doctors are even lower on my list. They get paid a ridiculous fee to listen to you talk about your problems. Then they get to pass judgment on you, and explain why you're so fucked up. Look at this asshole for example.


Dr. Seyn: “Micheal, are you listening?”


Micheal snaps out of a trance and re-positions himself on the uncomfortable navy blue couch that he is sitting on.


Micheal Graves: “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.”


Dr. Seyn taps his pen against his lips a few times.


Dr. Seyn: “Would you like to talk about it?”


Talk about what? The fact that I wanna gut you and keep my $350.00 an hour, he thinks.


Micheal Graves: “Not really, it's nothing.”


Dr. Seyn: “Earlier you said that you've been hearing voices. Was one of the voice speaking just then


A thought passes though Graves mind just then. “Come on Mike, let me take the wheel!”


Micheal Graves: “No, and it's not voices. It's just one voice.


The doctor jots down a quick note on his clipboard and the looks back up to Micheal.


Dr. Seyn: “...and what do you think this voice is?”


What the fuck do you think it is doc!? I'm paying you for answers!


Micheal Graves: “I'm not sure. I just know that it keeps trying to talk me into doing things, things that I don't want to do.”


Dr. Seyn: “mmm hmmm... Do you ever tell this voice no, or to leave you be?”


Micheal is starting to look psychically agitated.


Micheal Graves: “Listen, I'm not crazy! I don't talk to it, I just hear it in the back of my mind. It's like a dull low voice that speaks behind my own thoughts.”


Dr. Seyn: “No need to get upset Mr. Graves. Try to remember that we are here for the same reason, to make you better.”


Micheal leans back and closes his eyes, tilting his head up towards the ceiling. Micheal takes a few long deep breaths. He thinks to himself, "I'm just going to leave. I'll tell Stephanie I tried, but I can't do this. I can't talk to this guy, and I have a hard time believing that he can help me with anything."


Micheal Graves: “I'm just going to leave...”


Dr. Seyn: “We still have twenty minutes Mr. Graves.”


Micheal Graves: “That's fine, but I forgot that I have somewhere else that I have to be.”


“Like not here!” Micheal thinks.


Dr. Seyn: “Okay, I understand that this can be hard when you are first starting out, but I am here to help. Please consider setting up a second appointment when you feel up to it.


The doctor stands up and grabs a card from a fancy golden business card hold on his desk. He turns around and hands it to Micheal, who quickly reads it over before stuffing it into his front pocket.

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Micheal Graves: “Yeah sure, I'll take a look at my schedule and see what's up, but I'm going to be leaving town in a couple of days.”


Dr. Seyn: “Ah yes, your wrestling match. I'm afraid that I can't get into details, but you are not the only person that I treat in your profession.


Micheal Graves: “Have a good day doc.”


Micheal says in a hurry to leave.


Dr. Seyn: “Take care Micheal, and please consider setting up another session.”


“Not going to happen buddy”. Micheal thinks to himself as he opens the door and walks out into the lobby. He walks up to the big glass window that separates the secretary from the patients and pulls his wallet out to pay. Suddenly, and unexpectedly someone slaps him on the ass. Shocked Micheal looks up to see who it was.


Cadryn Tiberius : Ah, Kitten. Don't look so sad, at least you don't have Autism.


Cadryn, who is grinning from ear to ear continues walking right passed Micheal and into Dr. Seyns office, shutting the door behind himself.]]>


.::Prologue::.


I feel like I'm completely loosing control. I have this voice in my head that's constantly nudging me to do awful things, and it's hard not to listen, because I want to do them. I'm also having terrible nightmares, and I'm beginning to think that I'm seeing and hearing things that aren't there. A few days ago I met a teenage kid named Jason. He said he was a fan, but during my conversation with him he said some things that I didn't like, so without even realizing it I strangled him. A couple of days after that he showed up at my car dealership acting like a straight douche. He wanted me to damn near give him a car for free, or he would tell his parents and the police about what had happened between us. Begrudgingly I agreed to sell him the vehicle that he wanted at an obscenely deep discount. After that he insisted on taking it out for a test drive. That drive didn't end so well. Jason wreaked us into a telephone pole. I blacked out, and when I woke up Jason was gone, and I was in the drivers seat. Did that asshole set me up to take the heat over that “accident”? Or was he ever there to begin with? Maybe I made this kid up, maybe he is just another bit of evidence that I'm fucked in the head. Maybe I wouldn't spend so much time dwelling on this shit, IF MY OPPONENT WOULD SHOW ANY SIGN OF LIFE!


It has now officially been eleven days since I re-debuted at Wednesday Warfare to lay the challenge out for Michael Graves. In that time I have not heard a single word from him. I can only assume that he accepted the challenge since the match is booked, but then again maybe Lane booked it just because it sounded like it could pull some money. I showed up and called this guy out for ripping me off. I've made it clear that I plan on ending him at Wildcard, but still not a word. Does he not think that I'm worth his time? Is he just too scared to face the media because he knows he is a thieving little bitch!? Well I'm going to face the media one last before this match takes place. If Michael continues to duck and hide hoping that the controversy will just blow over, fine. I'll still see him at Wildcard, but hopefully I can get under his skin and force him to come out and tell his side of the story. I sincerely want to hear what this kid has to say before I murder him.


.::Scene I - The Vignette::.



We open in the middle of a graveyard, sometime after dark. It's pitch black out here, without even so much as a trace of the moon. Suddenly a match strikes and flickers slightly in the breeze. The hand holding the match can barley be seen as it lights a series of candles that are affixed atop a few grave stones. Now with the dim light that the candles are supplying, we see Micheal Graves, “The Dark Warrior”. Micheal is decked out in his full wrestling gear. Crimson red boots, black vinyl tights with a red and purple fanged skull on both legs, a black sleeveless leather jacket with various studs and spikes, and of course his face painted pale white in the design of a human skull. Micheal stares menacingly into the camera as he speaks.


Micheal Graves: “Next weekend the XWF is hosting an event that will be spread across two days. It is set to take place in the two biggest gambling capitals in the United States. At Wildcard, almost every major title will be on the line. Champions will be forced to fight if they wish to keep their gold. I however will not be fighting for gold, nor will I be protecting a leather belt that is meant to signify my accomplishments in the XWF. Instead, I will be fighting to protect something far more important than even the Universal Title. On Saturday, December ninth, in Las Vegas Nevada, I will face off against a man who came to the XWF about a month ago with the intent of stealing my identity. Michael Graves, otherwise known as “The Franchise”. What I fight for at Wildcard is my life. If I lose to this pretender, I lose everything. I will no longer have the legal right to be Micheal Graves. If I win, however, then not only do I keep my name and he gives his up, but I also will earn a contract with the XWF, and make my return to the XWF official.”


Micheal stares up into the dark sky. Not even a single star can be seen tonight. Micheal closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, and releases it slowly as he turns his attention back to the camera.


Micheal Graves: “Graves, you do not realize how big of a mistake you have made. For the last ten years I have been settled into retirement. Dare I say I was even happy with the life that I had built for myself. The XWF wasn't even an after thought. Until one day I was flipping channels and saw you, that is. Seeing you on XWF TV dressed like me and going by by name... It's ignited a fire inside of me. Something that I haven't felt in a very long time, but with that fire also came the demon. A side of myself that had been suppressed for just as long. Over the last week I have been trying oh so hard to keep that demon at bay. It pushes and nudges and suggest such awful things. Yet I try to ignore it, I try to push it from my thoughts. I've tried so hard not to be what I used to be... I've tried so hard not to surrender my soul to this beast again, but the more I fight it... The more I wonder why. Why should I fight this demon? Why would I not listen to him when he tells me to hurt you?


Micheal looks down towards the ground deep in thought, the malicious look in his eyes fades away as he looks back up to the camera.


Micheal Graves: “They say that everyone has a guardian angel. It's not something that I have personally ever believed in, until now. Because you don't just have a guardian angel, you have two. My son and daughter... They are the only reason that I will continue to push back against this demon, and they are the only reason that you stand a chance to even walk out of Wildcard in one piece! I may not try to maim you next Saturday, but make no mistake. I will out shine you in every aspect of this match. I will throw you into that empty grave, and you will be buried alive! For others, Wildcard will mark their chances of winning or losing championships, but for me it will mark the night that I vanquish a false Graves and reclaim my spot in the XWF!



.::Scene II - The Question::.




Shortly after filming the proceeding promo, we find Micheal Graves in a small dressing room. The room is brightly lit, mostly by a large vanity mirror with big round light bulbs positioned all around the base of it. Micheal has just finished washing the skeletal makeup from his face when a hears someone walk into the room. Micheal looks over to the doorway to see Jason, the teenage kid from back home. In a state of disbelief Micheal ask.


Micheal Graves: “What are you doing here?”


Jason smirks as he lets out a short sarcastic laugh before replying in a mocking tone.


Jason: “What are YOU doing in here?”


Micheal just stares at the kid, puzzled by his response.


Jason: “I was listening to what ya said in that vignette... Ya realize that sadistic shit that ya trying so hard to fight back is what made you, you in the first place right?”


Micheal takes a step towards Jason and brings his voice to a shout.


Micheal Graves: “No we aren't talking about that right now! You wrecked my truck and took off, what the fuck was that about!?”


Jason who is still smirking laughs under his breath before answering.


Jason: “Are ya sure that's what happened Micheal?”


Jason turns and walks out of the room. Micheal quickly jogs over to the door to catch him, but as Micheal reaches the doorway, Jason is nowhere to be found. That's not possible! Micheal thinks to himself. There is noway that Jason could have cleared the hallway and made it outside in the second or two that it took Micheal to get to the door. Suddenly Micheal clinches up his face in pain and brings a hand up to his forehead. All he can hear is a loud high pitched buzzing sound. After a few seconds it fades away, and Micheal is left wondering if Jason has been a part of his imagination the entire time.



.::Scene III – The Reveal::.




Micheal's wife, and truly the love of his life is sitting curled up on the couch with a Nora Roberts novel in her hands. She seems lost in a world of fictional romance. The door just across the room opens, and in walks her loving husband, Micheal Graves.


Stephanie Graves: Oh honey, you're home!


She exclaims in genuine excitement. Micheal takes off his black leather coat and drapes it across the back of a kitchen chair. Micheal Graves: “Hi babe, how was your day?”


Micheal walks through the kitchen, and into the living room where his wife is seated.


Stephanie Graves: “Not very productive. The kids were a handful. By the time I managed to get them to bed, I was so worn out that I decided to spend the rest of the night relaxing with my literature.”


Micheal smirks as he takes a seat beside of his wife on the couch.


Micheal Graves: “I would hardly consider that to be literature.


He says, pointing at the romance novel his wife is holding.


Stephanie Graves: “You do realize that literature is literally any written work, right?


Micheal looks slightly confused for a second or two before changing to embarrassment and defeat.


Micheal Graves: “You know what I meant!”


He says defensively, but in a joking tone. Stephanie seems proud of herself. Anytime she can get one over on her husband, it's a good day.


Stephanie Graves: “I know what you meant, I just like busting your chops ya big lug!”


Stephanie and Micheal both lean in close to one another. Their lips meet in a warm embrace as they share in a soft and slow kiss. Micheal places a hand on her cheek and stares deeply into her eyes. Stephanie can tell that something is troubling him, and her look quickly changes to concern.


Stephanie Graves: “Did something happen at your shoot today?”


Micheal removes his hand from Stephanie's cheek and leans back into his seat. He lets out a long sigh before Stephanie leans in and places a hand on his thigh.


Stephanie Graves: “Honey, you know you can tell me. What happened?”


Micheal Graves: “A fan came to visit me on the set...”


Stephanie Graves: “Okay...”


Micheal Graves: “Remember me telling you that a customer wreaked that truck?


Micheal is of course talking about the Ford F-150 that Jason intentionally wreaked a few days ago.


Stephanie Graves: “Oh my God, HE came to your shoot today!?”


Micheal silently nods in agreement.


Stephanie Gross: “Well... Did you call the police!?”


Micheal answers her nervously.


Micheal Graves: “That's not really an option...”


Stephanie Graves: “What do you mean, that's not an option? The guy attempted to kill you!”


Micheal looks to his wife, staring into her eyes. Time seems to move at half speed for him. Even though he knows that he should tell her everything, he's afraid of what she will think.


Micheal Graves: “I didn't tell you everything...”


She looks shocked. Secrets between the two of them have never been a problem. At least not one that she was ever aware of. They both prided themselves in being open, and sharing everything in their lives with one another, good or bad.


Stephanie Graves: “What didn't you tell me Micheal!?”


She said with a stern, yet hurt tone.


Micheal Graves: “I first met Jason almost a week ago at the gym. I could tell that he wanted to meet me, but he was shy...”


Stephanie Graves: “Go on...”


Micheal Graves: “Well... We struck up a conversation about my career. He said he was a fan of mine and went on to talk about his favorite match and stuff. One thing lead to another and he said something that I didn't agree with. The next thing I knew, I had my hands around his neck. I was choking him...”


Stephanie looks horrified at this revelation.


Stephanie Graves: “MICHEAL! What were you thinking?”


Micheal sighs once again, exhaling heavily.


Micheal Graves: “I don't know... I didn't even realize that I was doing it until it was too late. When he came to the dealership, he was there to blackmail me into selling him a car for cheap. Otherwise he was going to get his parents involved.”


Stephanie Graves: “If he was going to blackmail you, why didn't he just ask for a free car?”


Micheal Graves: “I don't know. I chalked it up to him just being a dumb kid.”


Stephanie Graves: “Micheal, you need to call the police. You may have choked him, but since then he's tried to kill you, and now he's what, stalking you too?”


Micheal Graves: “I think that it's worse than that...”


Stephanie looks confused. What could be worse than a murderous stalker she wonders.


Micheal Graves: “Today, when he visited me at the set. He walked into the dressing room and taunted me before leaving. I ran to the door the second he walked out, but he had vanished without a trace.”


Stephanie Graves: “What are you trying to say?”


Micheal Graves: “I'm...”


Stephanie reaches up and begins to message the back of Micheal's neck in and effort to comfort him.


Micheal Graves: “I'm beginning to think that Jason may not be real.”


Stephanie Graves: “Why would you think that... Have you had an episode?”


Micheal Graves: I thought that I could keep in under control... but it's getting worse.”


Stephanie pulls a hand away from Micheal. They both sit there for a moment in silence. Stephanie is trying to absorb all of the information that Micheal has just given her, and Micheal is nervously waiting for his wives reaction. Finally after what feels like an eternity.


Stephanie Graves: “This is exactly what I was afraid of.”


Micheal Graves: “I know.”


Stephanie Graves: “You haven't even stepped foot in that damn ring yet, and already it's started.”


She of course, is talking about Micheal's schizophrenic split personality. A second consciousness that was created during the experiments that were performed on him during the Dark-Weapon:Gehenna project. There is something about the XWF that brings it back to the forefront. Maybe it's because the XWF is where it all started almost twelve years ago.


Micheal Graves: “I'll get it under control. I'm going to look for a shrink tomorrow.”


A shrink? She thinks to herself. Micheal has always refused to seek psychiatric help. Whenever she would bring up the idea in the past, he would tell her that he was strong enough to deal with his problems on his own.


Stephanie Graves: “This return of yours, it really means that much to you?”


Micheal Graves: “It does... On top of everything else that I could list as to why I have to do this, most importantly it's because I'm sick of running from my problems.”


10 years ago Micheal quit wrestling because of the psychotic break he suffered after the Weapon project.


Micheal Graves: “You told me that you would support me in any decision that I made, and I've made up my mind with this. Even if it ends up killing me, I'm making this return.”


Stephanie and Micheal sit there in silence for a moment. She knows that there is no reason to try and talk him out of this. He's a stubborn man, always has been. Once he makes up his mind, it's impossible to change it. She looks down, staring into her lap. It's a look of a woman that's been defeated. She wants to support her husband, always, but at the same time is afraid of what may come from this decision.


Stephanie Graves: “Okay... Talk to a doctor... get yourself help... and do what you need to do in the XWF. At the end of the day the kids and I will always be here for you.”


Micheal reaches over and pulls his wife in towards him. They sit there for a moment, comforted by each others embrace.



------------Scene IV Guess who shrinky-poo-------------





What am I doing here? That thought keeps going through my mind. I've never cared for doctors. Always felt like they were more concerned with money than my health. These head doctors are even lower on my list. They get paid a ridiculous fee to listen to you talk about your problems. Then they get to pass judgment on you, and explain why you're so fucked up. Look at this asshole for example.


Dr. Seyn: “Micheal, are you listening?”


Micheal snaps out of a trance and re-positions himself on the uncomfortable navy blue couch that he is sitting on.


Micheal Graves: “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.”


Dr. Seyn taps his pen against his lips a few times.


Dr. Seyn: “Would you like to talk about it?”


Talk about what? The fact that I wanna gut you and keep my $350.00 an hour, he thinks.


Micheal Graves: “Not really, it's nothing.”


Dr. Seyn: “Earlier you said that you've been hearing voices. Was one of the voice speaking just then


A thought passes though Graves mind just then. “Come on Mike, let me take the wheel!”


Micheal Graves: “No, and it's not voices. It's just one voice.


The doctor jots down a quick note on his clipboard and the looks back up to Micheal.


Dr. Seyn: “...and what do you think this voice is?”


What the fuck do you think it is doc!? I'm paying you for answers!


Micheal Graves: “I'm not sure. I just know that it keeps trying to talk me into doing things, things that I don't want to do.”


Dr. Seyn: “mmm hmmm... Do you ever tell this voice no, or to leave you be?”


Micheal is starting to look psychically agitated.


Micheal Graves: “Listen, I'm not crazy! I don't talk to it, I just hear it in the back of my mind. It's like a dull low voice that speaks behind my own thoughts.”


Dr. Seyn: “No need to get upset Mr. Graves. Try to remember that we are here for the same reason, to make you better.”


Micheal leans back and closes his eyes, tilting his head up towards the ceiling. Micheal takes a few long deep breaths. He thinks to himself, "I'm just going to leave. I'll tell Stephanie I tried, but I can't do this. I can't talk to this guy, and I have a hard time believing that he can help me with anything."


Micheal Graves: “I'm just going to leave...”


Dr. Seyn: “We still have twenty minutes Mr. Graves.”


Micheal Graves: “That's fine, but I forgot that I have somewhere else that I have to be.”


“Like not here!” Micheal thinks.


Dr. Seyn: “Okay, I understand that this can be hard when you are first starting out, but I am here to help. Please consider setting up a second appointment when you feel up to it.


The doctor stands up and grabs a card from a fancy golden business card hold on his desk. He turns around and hands it to Micheal, who quickly reads it over before stuffing it into his front pocket.

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Micheal Graves: “Yeah sure, I'll take a look at my schedule and see what's up, but I'm going to be leaving town in a couple of days.”


Dr. Seyn: “Ah yes, your wrestling match. I'm afraid that I can't get into details, but you are not the only person that I treat in your profession.


Micheal Graves: “Have a good day doc.”


Micheal says in a hurry to leave.


Dr. Seyn: “Take care Micheal, and please consider setting up another session.”


“Not going to happen buddy”. Micheal thinks to himself as he opens the door and walks out into the lobby. He walks up to the big glass window that separates the secretary from the patients and pulls his wallet out to pay. Suddenly, and unexpectedly someone slaps him on the ass. Shocked Micheal looks up to see who it was.


Cadryn Tiberius : Ah, Kitten. Don't look so sad, at least you don't have Autism.


Cadryn, who is grinning from ear to ear continues walking right passed Micheal and into Dr. Seyns office, shutting the door behind himself.]]> <![CDATA[Sacrifice]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25776 Sat, 03 Dec 2016 02:00:49 -0800 Joshua]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25776 Viewer Discretion Advised

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I keep having this dream. I am running and running, there's something behind me, it's dark. I can feel it closing in. It's like no matter how perfectly I run, how clever I am in my escape route, it always finds me, and gets closer each time. I don't know how much longer I can run. If I even can. If I sleep tonight, what will happen... will it be tomorrow? Will I just wake up fine from a nightmare? Or will the sense of dread finally consume me. All my life I have been trained, since I found the gym in Vegas that would change my life from a once poor farm boy with a silly nickname to a wrestling machine. Reborn. So much pride in getting better, so many nights spent grinding and practicing. And now this. I feel like another rebirth is coming.

Joshua sits at a table with his elbows down and cell phone to his ear. "Doctor Richards" is seen briefly at a glance. He listens, but an uneasiness eats at him. His eyes begin to dialate.

Yeah, maybe you're right. But it feels so real. Like a transformation is happening. I wake up in a cold sweat. And I have these... urges. I don't know how to explain them. I want... it's almost like... a rage, or a fantasy. Causing pain makes me... happy. Not competitively like against Kid Kool, but, demonstratively. Like some kind of... animal.

Doctor Richards takes his turn at speaking... just as Joshua's attractive female neighbor in a turqoise nightgown waves at him while grabbing the morning paper from her driveway. He waves back, his eyes lock, he rubs them but it won't go away. He cuts off the Doctor quickly.

Thanks, I appreciate you taking a call like this so early. I'll figure it out... yes... yes... I will go to the hospital if it persists. Thank you.

Joshua hangs up, then lays down on the sofa to rest his eyes. He sighs deeply, as if momentarily forgetting that he was trying not to sleep.

• ° • ° •

Moans are heard...

Like a female.

A pair of lips, then another pair kissing them...

Biting them... feeding...

The moaning woman, sitting on a wooden chair in a torn turqoise gown, draped between her widespread legs. Her feet look bloody and dark.

Scratches on her legs and arms...

A cut on her face bleeds... a pair of lips and a tongue wipe the blood away. The chair creeks and cracks. A low murmuring cry is heard. The lips find hers as she pulls away, a quick smack to the face and pointer finger as a warning. Two bare asscheeks perfectly toned flex in front of her, the gown now to the side. She groans and struggles, hands bound in wire behind the chair.



Tears stream down her cheeks...

Bloodshot eyes fill with fluid again, each thrust harder than the last. Finally it stops. She sobs uncontrollably. A hand lifts her battered and bitten chin. She looks up at him in disgust. He smiles with a chin glistening in blood and saliva.
What a relief...

I needed that...

Tight and warm...

Just like my odds at Wild Card...

Some say it's wrong, but...

Truthfully, there is a cost to what I am...

Being perfect takes lust...

Abandoning morals for sacrifice... all of them.



•°•° SACRIFICE °•°•

Picture it: Joshua walks calmly into the XWF locker room with a gym bag in one hand and a bloody piece of gown in the other. He raises the piece resembling a rag... basking in its ambiance for a moment. Taking it in and letting the smell of stale sweat mixed with terror ignite his senses before training. Another wrestler walks by... he protectively hides it in a safe place. He gets up and heads out to a special training area set up outside of the venue in Vegas with the Las Vegas Strip in the background. A small camera crew begins to roll and his promo begins. He pauses for a moment to breathe in the view of home behind him.

Ahhh. Where it all started. In Las Vegas. A perfect venue for my first match in XWF. Wow, who could ask for a better beginning than in your own neighborhood. I grew up blocks from here...

He hesitates, as one of the crew girls is wearing a dress similar to the one he idolized. He shakes it off.

Kid Kool, I know you have your sights set high. You want all the things a long career brings... money... ladies... belts... the meat and potatoes of this business and why we all do it. We risk everything to be the best, we leave nothing in that ring. Many other sports have people who "take plays off" or "don't give a hundred percent" to be the Legend they could be otherwise. I will say this... Kid... committment to the craft may not be a problem for you...

The girl in the dress turns flirting with a stagehand, bending over in the dress nearly to her underwear. Joshua's eyes transfix like a rabid dog. He stops talking and wipes his mouth with his hand, to collect the drool. The director yells cut and walks over with some water an an assistant. Joshua sits in the directors chair as they try to cool him down fearing heatstroke. Meanwhile his wanting eyes narrow in on the lust he so desires. His inner monologue becomes evident.

I wonder how wet she is...

How she sounds when she screams...

If she likes it in the ass...

Does she like being bitten?

Who cares what she likes...



•°•

The director finally gets his attention, asking if he needs a doctor. Joshua's eyes refocus and he zooms back in. After a few minutes to regroup... they begin to reshoot the scene.

The end all, be all, is this... as tragic as it may be... I will stand toe to toe, looking into your eyeballs. You looking back into mine. I will see all the things that make Kid Kool tick at that very instant. I will discover what I always knew. How to beat you. How to make you say, "Joshua, I'm sorry... for challenging you, then talking bad about you" ANNNNDDDDDDDDD... "being a two-faced imperfect waste of your time." Hey, many men our age cannot apologize. It is hard to admit when you are wrong. Especially when your eyebrows are so swollen you can barely open your eyes, and your nose feels like it went through a meat grinder. See, now that's courage. No one can ever take that away. Awayyyyyyy. AWAAYYYYYYYYYYY...



Joshua stutters and appears pale. Again the director and associates run over to help, but his face turns white. The crew panicks for his safety and call 9-1-1. Moments later an ambulance pulls up and takes him on a stretcher. Meanwhile his face is completely paralyzed, he only whispers. After asking him what he is saying with no coherent feedback, the EMT finally leans in and thinks he makes it out... WiTcH.

●

Echoes fill his mind.

My name...

is Joshua...

My opponent is Kid Kool...

My name is Joshua...

My name...

In a hospital bed, his eyes peak open delicate to the light. A nurse stands at the foot of his bed holding a chart in front of her face.

Can you remember anything?

He turns his head, opening his eyes wider.

Yeah.

She chuckles.

Well, let's start with the easy stuff, what day is it?

Saturday... I think.

That's good. And how about your name toots?

He thinks for a second.

Joshua.

Good, honey... your last name?

He looks up puzzled. Then it dawns on him. He grins. The white look returns to his face. His pupils grow huge and menacing.

Braddock.

○





• ° • ° •





•°•





●





○






Take from thee,
But one sacrifice,
Rape your ever changing life.

Become the animal,
That beats deep inside,
Bear is calling to destroy last rights.

Come to the alter,
To disguise or pray for,
A man who is blinded, two-faced, and untold.

Kid Kool, here's a dose,
Of Medicine, it will go down hard,
When you swallow this, my perfect Wild Card.





• ° • ° •





•°•











●





○





WHOOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOOO.

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• ° • ° • ° •

I keep having this dream. I am running and running, there's something behind me, it's dark. I can feel it closing in. It's like no matter how perfectly I run, how clever I am in my escape route, it always finds me, and gets closer each time. I don't know how much longer I can run. If I even can. If I sleep tonight, what will happen... will it be tomorrow? Will I just wake up fine from a nightmare? Or will the sense of dread finally consume me. All my life I have been trained, since I found the gym in Vegas that would change my life from a once poor farm boy with a silly nickname to a wrestling machine. Reborn. So much pride in getting better, so many nights spent grinding and practicing. And now this. I feel like another rebirth is coming.

Joshua sits at a table with his elbows down and cell phone to his ear. "Doctor Richards" is seen briefly at a glance. He listens, but an uneasiness eats at him. His eyes begin to dialate.

Yeah, maybe you're right. But it feels so real. Like a transformation is happening. I wake up in a cold sweat. And I have these... urges. I don't know how to explain them. I want... it's almost like... a rage, or a fantasy. Causing pain makes me... happy. Not competitively like against Kid Kool, but, demonstratively. Like some kind of... animal.

Doctor Richards takes his turn at speaking... just as Joshua's attractive female neighbor in a turqoise nightgown waves at him while grabbing the morning paper from her driveway. He waves back, his eyes lock, he rubs them but it won't go away. He cuts off the Doctor quickly.

Thanks, I appreciate you taking a call like this so early. I'll figure it out... yes... yes... I will go to the hospital if it persists. Thank you.

Joshua hangs up, then lays down on the sofa to rest his eyes. He sighs deeply, as if momentarily forgetting that he was trying not to sleep.

• ° • ° •

Moans are heard...

Like a female.

A pair of lips, then another pair kissing them...

Biting them... feeding...

The moaning woman, sitting on a wooden chair in a torn turqoise gown, draped between her widespread legs. Her feet look bloody and dark.

Scratches on her legs and arms...

A cut on her face bleeds... a pair of lips and a tongue wipe the blood away. The chair creeks and cracks. A low murmuring cry is heard. The lips find hers as she pulls away, a quick smack to the face and pointer finger as a warning. Two bare asscheeks perfectly toned flex in front of her, the gown now to the side. She groans and struggles, hands bound in wire behind the chair.



Tears stream down her cheeks...

Bloodshot eyes fill with fluid again, each thrust harder than the last. Finally it stops. She sobs uncontrollably. A hand lifts her battered and bitten chin. She looks up at him in disgust. He smiles with a chin glistening in blood and saliva.
What a relief...

I needed that...

Tight and warm...

Just like my odds at Wild Card...

Some say it's wrong, but...

Truthfully, there is a cost to what I am...

Being perfect takes lust...

Abandoning morals for sacrifice... all of them.



•°•° SACRIFICE °•°•

Picture it: Joshua walks calmly into the XWF locker room with a gym bag in one hand and a bloody piece of gown in the other. He raises the piece resembling a rag... basking in its ambiance for a moment. Taking it in and letting the smell of stale sweat mixed with terror ignite his senses before training. Another wrestler walks by... he protectively hides it in a safe place. He gets up and heads out to a special training area set up outside of the venue in Vegas with the Las Vegas Strip in the background. A small camera crew begins to roll and his promo begins. He pauses for a moment to breathe in the view of home behind him.

Ahhh. Where it all started. In Las Vegas. A perfect venue for my first match in XWF. Wow, who could ask for a better beginning than in your own neighborhood. I grew up blocks from here...

He hesitates, as one of the crew girls is wearing a dress similar to the one he idolized. He shakes it off.

Kid Kool, I know you have your sights set high. You want all the things a long career brings... money... ladies... belts... the meat and potatoes of this business and why we all do it. We risk everything to be the best, we leave nothing in that ring. Many other sports have people who "take plays off" or "don't give a hundred percent" to be the Legend they could be otherwise. I will say this... Kid... committment to the craft may not be a problem for you...

The girl in the dress turns flirting with a stagehand, bending over in the dress nearly to her underwear. Joshua's eyes transfix like a rabid dog. He stops talking and wipes his mouth with his hand, to collect the drool. The director yells cut and walks over with some water an an assistant. Joshua sits in the directors chair as they try to cool him down fearing heatstroke. Meanwhile his wanting eyes narrow in on the lust he so desires. His inner monologue becomes evident.

I wonder how wet she is...

How she sounds when she screams...

If she likes it in the ass...

Does she like being bitten?

Who cares what she likes...



•°•

The director finally gets his attention, asking if he needs a doctor. Joshua's eyes refocus and he zooms back in. After a few minutes to regroup... they begin to reshoot the scene.

The end all, be all, is this... as tragic as it may be... I will stand toe to toe, looking into your eyeballs. You looking back into mine. I will see all the things that make Kid Kool tick at that very instant. I will discover what I always knew. How to beat you. How to make you say, "Joshua, I'm sorry... for challenging you, then talking bad about you" ANNNNDDDDDDDDD... "being a two-faced imperfect waste of your time." Hey, many men our age cannot apologize. It is hard to admit when you are wrong. Especially when your eyebrows are so swollen you can barely open your eyes, and your nose feels like it went through a meat grinder. See, now that's courage. No one can ever take that away. Awayyyyyyy. AWAAYYYYYYYYYYY...



Joshua stutters and appears pale. Again the director and associates run over to help, but his face turns white. The crew panicks for his safety and call 9-1-1. Moments later an ambulance pulls up and takes him on a stretcher. Meanwhile his face is completely paralyzed, he only whispers. After asking him what he is saying with no coherent feedback, the EMT finally leans in and thinks he makes it out... WiTcH.

●

Echoes fill his mind.

My name...

is Joshua...

My opponent is Kid Kool...

My name is Joshua...

My name...

In a hospital bed, his eyes peak open delicate to the light. A nurse stands at the foot of his bed holding a chart in front of her face.

Can you remember anything?

He turns his head, opening his eyes wider.

Yeah.

She chuckles.

Well, let's start with the easy stuff, what day is it?

Saturday... I think.

That's good. And how about your name toots?

He thinks for a second.

Joshua.

Good, honey... your last name?

He looks up puzzled. Then it dawns on him. He grins. The white look returns to his face. His pupils grow huge and menacing.

Braddock.

○





• ° • ° •





•°•





●





○






Take from thee,
But one sacrifice,
Rape your ever changing life.

Become the animal,
That beats deep inside,
Bear is calling to destroy last rights.

Come to the alter,
To disguise or pray for,
A man who is blinded, two-faced, and untold.

Kid Kool, here's a dose,
Of Medicine, it will go down hard,
When you swallow this, my perfect Wild Card.





• ° • ° •





•°•











●





○





WHOOO. HA. HEE. HA. WHOOO.

]]> <![CDATA[The Ross Report Part 1 of 2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25761 Thu, 01 Dec 2016 13:38:04 -0800 John_Black]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25761 [Image: the-ross-report-300x300.jpg]
This Was Recorded November 27, 2016

Ross: Welcome fans to the latest edition of The Ross Report, today i'm at a venue in Las Vegas where there is a show called Wild Card that is coming up within December, I am here with this unknown guy in the wrestling business. He is the current Trio Champion of a federation called XWF; here is John Black.

Black:Hello Mr. Ross, you want to know why I brought you down here?

Ross: Why is that?

Black: To discuss some few things, and things the fans want to know!

Ross: Well since i'm here, let ask you a few questions. Number one, how was your up bringing and what made you want to be a wrestler in the first place?

Black: My upbringing was shitty let me tell you that, I was involved with things that I shouldn't incriminate myself with. But, the wrestling came when I was finishing up my undergrad and masters in Computer Science years ago.

Ross: I hear that that field is STEM major, what made you purse that field; because form my understanding people might end up dropping out of that completely.

Black: I don't really remember, but for what it is worth I thought I can do it and get by with it. At the time, I was young man who wanted to accomplish things most people would brag to their employers.

Ross: I mean, you seem like a man who likes to challenge himself if need be. You had a scholarship and everything, what made you excel in high school in Maryland?

Black: Not wanting to disappoint myself, since I was only by myself. I lived with my mom, but she got into whole lot of trouble with the when I was growing up. My father wasn't in the picture, since he left us when I about three years old; so from then on I lived with my Aunty Sally and Uncle Larry, whom I both love and adorn by the time I finished middle school heading into high school.

Ross: Since you lived with them, were you ever in situations that caused you to get angry; you seem liked a calm guy in person.

Black: Nope, not until I got into this wrestling business; oh man I need to tell you this shi--can I curse on here?

Ross: So long you can explain, this might have to be cleaned up for the podcast for the family friendly listeners. So be weary of your words.

Black: Okay Ross, I won't cuss on this podcast since I know those kids might want to listen with their parents, kids if you are listing to this.. STAY IN SCHOOL and keep in tune with your parents, because living wit your Uncles/Aunties tend to suck, but anyways... yeah..

Ross: I see you broke into the business since 2004 under guidance of Bolshevik, how was the training with him back then, since all I know about him is that he's Russian who owned a wrestling promotion years ago.

Black: I'll give you the cliff notes, I am 38 years old, so back when I was in my mid 20s; I was fit enough to handle the in ring stuff.. but GOD, his accent was thick as a stone and he made us ridiculous things in that small ring, i know you heard about other wrestlers training just add it ten times the mental anguish.

Ross: Did he try to break your leg like Hogan, since the way you mention him sounded like those types who wanted to separate the wanna be to the true wrestlers.

Black: No, nothing like that thank go, because I would have quit on the spot and NOT get far where I am today, he wasn't the type to coddle us and gave us hell if we fucked up in the ring. But he was good guy, and I owe him all the success I can give to him, even though I never sniffed at the X Dub Ef's Universal Championship, but been booked in Main Event few times and even RAN a show. But before I get to all of that---

Ross:Sorry about intruptin---

[Then the feed cuts off..somehow since Ross's equipment is shitty!]]]> [Image: the-ross-report-300x300.jpg]
This Was Recorded November 27, 2016

Ross: Welcome fans to the latest edition of The Ross Report, today i'm at a venue in Las Vegas where there is a show called Wild Card that is coming up within December, I am here with this unknown guy in the wrestling business. He is the current Trio Champion of a federation called XWF; here is John Black.

Black:Hello Mr. Ross, you want to know why I brought you down here?

Ross: Why is that?

Black: To discuss some few things, and things the fans want to know!

Ross: Well since i'm here, let ask you a few questions. Number one, how was your up bringing and what made you want to be a wrestler in the first place?

Black: My upbringing was shitty let me tell you that, I was involved with things that I shouldn't incriminate myself with. But, the wrestling came when I was finishing up my undergrad and masters in Computer Science years ago.

Ross: I hear that that field is STEM major, what made you purse that field; because form my understanding people might end up dropping out of that completely.

Black: I don't really remember, but for what it is worth I thought I can do it and get by with it. At the time, I was young man who wanted to accomplish things most people would brag to their employers.

Ross: I mean, you seem like a man who likes to challenge himself if need be. You had a scholarship and everything, what made you excel in high school in Maryland?

Black: Not wanting to disappoint myself, since I was only by myself. I lived with my mom, but she got into whole lot of trouble with the when I was growing up. My father wasn't in the picture, since he left us when I about three years old; so from then on I lived with my Aunty Sally and Uncle Larry, whom I both love and adorn by the time I finished middle school heading into high school.

Ross: Since you lived with them, were you ever in situations that caused you to get angry; you seem liked a calm guy in person.

Black: Nope, not until I got into this wrestling business; oh man I need to tell you this shi--can I curse on here?

Ross: So long you can explain, this might have to be cleaned up for the podcast for the family friendly listeners. So be weary of your words.

Black: Okay Ross, I won't cuss on this podcast since I know those kids might want to listen with their parents, kids if you are listing to this.. STAY IN SCHOOL and keep in tune with your parents, because living wit your Uncles/Aunties tend to suck, but anyways... yeah..

Ross: I see you broke into the business since 2004 under guidance of Bolshevik, how was the training with him back then, since all I know about him is that he's Russian who owned a wrestling promotion years ago.

Black: I'll give you the cliff notes, I am 38 years old, so back when I was in my mid 20s; I was fit enough to handle the in ring stuff.. but GOD, his accent was thick as a stone and he made us ridiculous things in that small ring, i know you heard about other wrestlers training just add it ten times the mental anguish.

Ross: Did he try to break your leg like Hogan, since the way you mention him sounded like those types who wanted to separate the wanna be to the true wrestlers.

Black: No, nothing like that thank go, because I would have quit on the spot and NOT get far where I am today, he wasn't the type to coddle us and gave us hell if we fucked up in the ring. But he was good guy, and I owe him all the success I can give to him, even though I never sniffed at the X Dub Ef's Universal Championship, but been booked in Main Event few times and even RAN a show. But before I get to all of that---

Ross:Sorry about intruptin---

[Then the feed cuts off..somehow since Ross's equipment is shitty!]]]> <![CDATA[Famous]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25759 Wed, 30 Nov 2016 23:26:29 -0800 Joshua]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25759 Picture it: a warm November morning, which seemed rare enough. I sit at the breakfast nook with my coffee, black... okay, two sugars. I opened the local paper to check the sports page. Just like that, I saw it. An advertisement for the XWF Hall of Fame. It must have been a slow season, they offered a $10 off admission coupon right next to a Big-O Tires spot. I was off that day, had already trained, and let my curiosity get the best of me. I like to know my sorroundings when somewhere new. It was perfect. After a lengthy drive I finally arrived. A large industrial building... so unique in design. Sprawling beautiful well manicured landscapes, clean sidewalks, and perfect weather on a perfect day. On the side of the building, I couldn't help but notice the large sign as I entered...

☆☆ XWF HALL OF FAME ☆☆


What a rollercoaster ride...

There are retired Championships here...

Sections built of blood, sweat, and tears...

A foundation for us, Kid Kool...

Well, for one of us...
Where XWF lives on forever...

And perfection is preserved...

Honored and... famous... as first on my HOF plaque.



☆☆ FAMOUS ☆☆

Empty halls shown next to pictures of bloody faces, gold belts, and momentos from the last decade plus of XWF history. A smiling depiction of a young Vinnie Lane. Down further, in the "Modern Era" section, a painting display of Doc and Soldier holding their Tag Titles high. Around the next corner, "Next Generation" with Chris Chaos, Michael McBride, and a duplicate Hart Championship with a photo of Dolly Waters jumping into the air in celebration. A shadow steps in over the photo. Perfectly focused eyes squint, wanting the future, realizing that the past is only a bridge to what is coming.

The XWF Hall of Fame. Violence bounces off the walls. You can almost hear the grunting... sounds of bodies hitting the canvas... the cannister track lights remind me of the inner arena. Kid Kool, do you think our names will ever be engraved on these hallowed walls? Will they have an exhibit years from now about Wild Card? What will it say? "This was the night two newcomers came in hot to trot, and made a fucking mess of the place"? Maybe, "The beginning of Kid Kool's long reign as Champion began here..."? Now that I have finished the jokes... how about, "Joshua came down to the ring, entered, did exactly what he should have, won, and calmly walked to the back... uneventful... unmatched... perfect." Ah, there it is. Yes, accomplishments of a long career in-cased for generations of pupils to gaze upon. A marvelling feat, to be one of the few chosen to represent XWF for... eternity.

☆☆

The director notices Joshua in a trance, and walks over to shed some light.

First time?

Is it that obvious?

No, but I guess when you do this a lot... you wrestle?

Right again... can I pick a category now?

Ha! Sure, what questions do you have?

Who determines the Hall Classes?

Well, there's a process, but a board, Vince...

Have you ever seen a guy named Kid Kool in here?

I don't believe so, is that a stage name?

God, I hope so.

First opponent? I wouldn't worry.

Right again... well, partly... do I seem worried?

I didn't mean it that way.

Oh, good. What did you...

Just that, all of these presentations...

Yeah?

Started right where you are, with a Kid Kool.

That's true.

And look where they ended up...

The man smiles, finally causing a smirk on Joshua's face. He pats him on the back and heads on his way. Joshua makes his way back toward the exit, then turns and sighs with deep conviction.

☆☆

He goes off into a daze of an acceptance speech at his own Hall of Fame induction... years in the future... standing at a podium in a black and blue XWF jacket.



"Thank you. Thank you. I'm going to ask Vinnie Lane if I can still wrestle tomorrow night."

Crowd Chuckles.

"All this excitement has me wanting to call XWF and demand more money... no, seriously. Thank you so much. Thank you. I'm not surprised one bit at the XWF fans here. This is incredible, incredible... thank you. Believe me, I'm very lucky. I'm an extremely lucky man. I look at my family, what a lucky man. To wrestle a special craft that I love so much for many years, to have all the wonderful things happen, what a blessing. Forged in the gym, in talent, perfection... to share in that joy with you guys here tonight, what an incredible night, what an incredible week. And having Kid Kool, my first opponent that I completely thrashed... to have him suck it up... after all these years and introduce me was wonderful, considering he was there long before my first Universal Championship... we didn't know then that one amazing beating set a tone I can never repay him for taking."

He points out toward where Kid Kool sits.

"As I sat in my seat prior to this, the crowd stood and they pointed in the direction of the statue of Maverick out there, it was him. Standing there. I stood, looking at this long-gray-haired man as he turned and walked toward my ceremony. I knew then and there as goosebumps ran up my arm and the hair on the back of my neck stood up... what had inspired me. I wanted to be like him. Better than him. Perfect. And I was."

Joshua winks toward Maverick.

"Thanks Mav, who I hear... just recently had a hip replaced, and by no means was he going to be put on the shelf for this, he was going to be here. He is here. Taught me a lot... and like Kid Kool, who taught me that being there for those who humiliated you is important... and having never been humiliated, I took his word for it... I appreciate Mav as well. That fateful Wild Card night... I never, not one time, took it for granted."

A loud applause follows.

"Last but certainly not least... I wanted to thank myself. And I'll tell you of course it's been talked about a lot, and... I'll tell you a story. My father would have introduced me here tonight. But I thought Kid Kool would really enjoy it more, and his fans convinced me today. My dad flew out late last night and was there throughout the years, and I had chartered a plane back for him if he would introduce me. We left the hotel to come here today... and Kid Kool fans, both of them were there... and we all know they can be down right nasty. I've seen it. I've witnessed it. But I'll say this... today, the tremendous respect and honor that was shown to me and my family from them was spectacularly disgusting. Stick with your guy, get off my band wagon. Kid Kool maybe a failure and a joke to everyone here. But to me he is the reason I am here. Thank you, Kid."

The scene comes back to him walking to his car before looking up at the building one last time. He smiles. Knowing he will be a tennant soon enough.

☆☆



Every time I look at the broshure for Wild Card; Night One. I get goosebumps. Right now... goosebumps. It's a funny thing. Confidence can never overcome nerves. Nerves aren't just a sign of something coming. They are a tell all, a signal from your brain. To me, they say "Kid Kool is in trouble". I wonder what yours say to you? I imagine playing cheap games at casino's is a way to distract yourself from listening. Maybe you refuse to hear it? You know, Kid, when I am down and out... up against all odds and trying to navigate my way through... I win. So I don't have any solid advice for you. Sorry. But if it's any consilation, you'll be first one on my "defeated" plaque... that's kinda famous... pretty good, right? How many guys will be able to say that? Hmmm? Just you, pal. Just you. See, you aren't a total failure, at least this once you were in the right place at the right time. Sort of...

Kid Kool Sucks.

]]> Picture it: a warm November morning, which seemed rare enough. I sit at the breakfast nook with my coffee, black... okay, two sugars. I opened the local paper to check the sports page. Just like that, I saw it. An advertisement for the XWF Hall of Fame. It must have been a slow season, they offered a $10 off admission coupon right next to a Big-O Tires spot. I was off that day, had already trained, and let my curiosity get the best of me. I like to know my sorroundings when somewhere new. It was perfect. After a lengthy drive I finally arrived. A large industrial building... so unique in design. Sprawling beautiful well manicured landscapes, clean sidewalks, and perfect weather on a perfect day. On the side of the building, I couldn't help but notice the large sign as I entered...

☆☆ XWF HALL OF FAME ☆☆


What a rollercoaster ride...

There are retired Championships here...

Sections built of blood, sweat, and tears...

A foundation for us, Kid Kool...

Well, for one of us...
Where XWF lives on forever...

And perfection is preserved...

Honored and... famous... as first on my HOF plaque.



☆☆ FAMOUS ☆☆

Empty halls shown next to pictures of bloody faces, gold belts, and momentos from the last decade plus of XWF history. A smiling depiction of a young Vinnie Lane. Down further, in the "Modern Era" section, a painting display of Doc and Soldier holding their Tag Titles high. Around the next corner, "Next Generation" with Chris Chaos, Michael McBride, and a duplicate Hart Championship with a photo of Dolly Waters jumping into the air in celebration. A shadow steps in over the photo. Perfectly focused eyes squint, wanting the future, realizing that the past is only a bridge to what is coming.

The XWF Hall of Fame. Violence bounces off the walls. You can almost hear the grunting... sounds of bodies hitting the canvas... the cannister track lights remind me of the inner arena. Kid Kool, do you think our names will ever be engraved on these hallowed walls? Will they have an exhibit years from now about Wild Card? What will it say? "This was the night two newcomers came in hot to trot, and made a fucking mess of the place"? Maybe, "The beginning of Kid Kool's long reign as Champion began here..."? Now that I have finished the jokes... how about, "Joshua came down to the ring, entered, did exactly what he should have, won, and calmly walked to the back... uneventful... unmatched... perfect." Ah, there it is. Yes, accomplishments of a long career in-cased for generations of pupils to gaze upon. A marvelling feat, to be one of the few chosen to represent XWF for... eternity.

☆☆

The director notices Joshua in a trance, and walks over to shed some light.

First time?

Is it that obvious?

No, but I guess when you do this a lot... you wrestle?

Right again... can I pick a category now?

Ha! Sure, what questions do you have?

Who determines the Hall Classes?

Well, there's a process, but a board, Vince...

Have you ever seen a guy named Kid Kool in here?

I don't believe so, is that a stage name?

God, I hope so.

First opponent? I wouldn't worry.

Right again... well, partly... do I seem worried?

I didn't mean it that way.

Oh, good. What did you...

Just that, all of these presentations...

Yeah?

Started right where you are, with a Kid Kool.

That's true.

And look where they ended up...

The man smiles, finally causing a smirk on Joshua's face. He pats him on the back and heads on his way. Joshua makes his way back toward the exit, then turns and sighs with deep conviction.

☆☆

He goes off into a daze of an acceptance speech at his own Hall of Fame induction... years in the future... standing at a podium in a black and blue XWF jacket.



"Thank you. Thank you. I'm going to ask Vinnie Lane if I can still wrestle tomorrow night."

Crowd Chuckles.

"All this excitement has me wanting to call XWF and demand more money... no, seriously. Thank you so much. Thank you. I'm not surprised one bit at the XWF fans here. This is incredible, incredible... thank you. Believe me, I'm very lucky. I'm an extremely lucky man. I look at my family, what a lucky man. To wrestle a special craft that I love so much for many years, to have all the wonderful things happen, what a blessing. Forged in the gym, in talent, perfection... to share in that joy with you guys here tonight, what an incredible night, what an incredible week. And having Kid Kool, my first opponent that I completely thrashed... to have him suck it up... after all these years and introduce me was wonderful, considering he was there long before my first Universal Championship... we didn't know then that one amazing beating set a tone I can never repay him for taking."

He points out toward where Kid Kool sits.

"As I sat in my seat prior to this, the crowd stood and they pointed in the direction of the statue of Maverick out there, it was him. Standing there. I stood, looking at this long-gray-haired man as he turned and walked toward my ceremony. I knew then and there as goosebumps ran up my arm and the hair on the back of my neck stood up... what had inspired me. I wanted to be like him. Better than him. Perfect. And I was."

Joshua winks toward Maverick.

"Thanks Mav, who I hear... just recently had a hip replaced, and by no means was he going to be put on the shelf for this, he was going to be here. He is here. Taught me a lot... and like Kid Kool, who taught me that being there for those who humiliated you is important... and having never been humiliated, I took his word for it... I appreciate Mav as well. That fateful Wild Card night... I never, not one time, took it for granted."

A loud applause follows.

"Last but certainly not least... I wanted to thank myself. And I'll tell you of course it's been talked about a lot, and... I'll tell you a story. My father would have introduced me here tonight. But I thought Kid Kool would really enjoy it more, and his fans convinced me today. My dad flew out late last night and was there throughout the years, and I had chartered a plane back for him if he would introduce me. We left the hotel to come here today... and Kid Kool fans, both of them were there... and we all know they can be down right nasty. I've seen it. I've witnessed it. But I'll say this... today, the tremendous respect and honor that was shown to me and my family from them was spectacularly disgusting. Stick with your guy, get off my band wagon. Kid Kool maybe a failure and a joke to everyone here. But to me he is the reason I am here. Thank you, Kid."

The scene comes back to him walking to his car before looking up at the building one last time. He smiles. Knowing he will be a tennant soon enough.

☆☆



Every time I look at the broshure for Wild Card; Night One. I get goosebumps. Right now... goosebumps. It's a funny thing. Confidence can never overcome nerves. Nerves aren't just a sign of something coming. They are a tell all, a signal from your brain. To me, they say "Kid Kool is in trouble". I wonder what yours say to you? I imagine playing cheap games at casino's is a way to distract yourself from listening. Maybe you refuse to hear it? You know, Kid, when I am down and out... up against all odds and trying to navigate my way through... I win. So I don't have any solid advice for you. Sorry. But if it's any consilation, you'll be first one on my "defeated" plaque... that's kinda famous... pretty good, right? How many guys will be able to say that? Hmmm? Just you, pal. Just you. See, you aren't a total failure, at least this once you were in the right place at the right time. Sort of...

Kid Kool Sucks.

]]> <![CDATA[Batman vs. Adultery: Penguin of Incongruity]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25748 Wed, 30 Nov 2016 21:54:36 -0800 Guppy Parsh]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25748
~Act IV~


[Monday, November 28th, 2016]

Alfred is alone in the BatCave watching women's wrestling and masturbating since Guppy's tease of a wife totally gave him blue balls.

"If only Guppy divorced her...then he'd probably replace her with someone less capable of defending herself and she'd be easier to rape," wonders Alfred aloud. Then he remembers how stupid Guppy is and determines that it would probably be really easy to make up a bunch of stuff about her and sell him on it. Alfred cracks his knuckles, then he taps his ear piece to give Guppy a call.

"Hey Guppy......,"

"What?"

"I'm really worried about you."

"Why?"

"You're out there with animals, criminals, and monsters. I told Stevella that this was a blue city, you know, on the electoral vote map and that means the crime rate is way higher here than in the real American cities where the winners live. I was straight out with her about it, you know about how much danger you're in."

"That's cool I guess."

"Here's the thing though, she didn't seem to give the slightest fuck about whether or not you turned up dead. I could tell that I love you more than her even though we just met the other day. I think she has someone else lined up for when you die and she'll hop onto that dick the day after your funeral."

Guppy doesn't say anything. All Alfred can hear is a chainsaw running and someone screaming in agony.

"GUPPY! ARE YOU THERE? DID YOU DIE BEFORE WRITING ME INTO YOUR WILL? ALL MY HARD WORK WASTED!"

"I'm here."

"Oh thank God! You didn't hear any of that did you?"

"Did you make me that coconut milk for me yet?"

"No, I couldn't find a coconut in the kitchen. Just your unfaithful wife washing dishes while thinking about John Black's cock. She's seems like she's into older guys even though you're younger than her. She was asking me questions about what my previous jobs were; I think it was to gauge if I was rich or not. Are you sure she loves you for you? Is there anything in this world that proves it?"

"You mean besides our wedding vows and our daughter?"

"She's a liar. I've seen the promos for your last match. Her word doesn't mean shit. I don't exactly remember what she lied about, but the fact that she lied at all makes her no better than Hillary Clinton, doesn't it?"

"I forgave her for lying. She was really sorry."

"I guess she has that over Hillary then. That cunt never apologized for anything. She just 'regrets saying that'. That's just a fancy way of saying, 'It was an awful tactical decision but I meant everything I said'. Anyway what I'm trying to say is, Hillary is a bottom-tier bitch, you could be doing a lot better than someone who is in only one aspect a better person than her."

"You've never kissed Stevella before though. She's really good at kissing."

"I mean, not yet I haven't, you're right, but she's a whore; if you keep leaving her alone to kill rapists, or whatever you do, she'll be doing a whole lot more than kissing me by the end of this year. I guarantee it, but I guess that's what you signed up for when you married that kind of woman."

"Hey Alfred, no offense, and I'm sure you mean well, but I hired you to make island drinks, do my chores, tuck in my daughter for me, read me bedtime stories, and bounce around ideas with me when I'm trying to solve mysteries. I didn't hire you to annoy my wife and then say mean things about her." Guppy looks at the camera. "Stop it."

"Well, I'm sorry. There isn't exactly a HR department I can report my grievances to. If I can't talk to my own boss about being sexually harassed while I was trying to do my job then how am I supposed to feel safe at work."

"I'm sure you'll find a way somehow. Look, if my wife really sexually harassed you then it's probably in the last promo I did. I'll watch that promo and then I'll have a conversation with her about what she said and how you interpreted it. We will work it out."

Alfred freezes up while recalling the events of the last promo. The cameras were rolling when he rubbed his hands together menacingly and when he grabbed Stevella by the pussy. Even if the camera did catch Stevella giving her consent retroactively he still might face some consequences for doing it, like getting fired. In such a competitive job market he can't afford that fate, not after what Obama did to this country. Guppy can not see that promo.

"You don't need to watch the promo."

"I don't?"

"No, Stevella and I are adults and you seem like you're okay with her seeing other people since you're not the slightest bit worried about my concerns with her loyalty, so we'll just fuck the sexual tension away. Then I'll cum in her and you can pretend whatever comes out is your kid too. You're a cuck, right?"

"A what?"

"Cucks are liberals who let anyone fuck their wife, especially black men. Some of them even eat the sperm, very gross. Does that sound like you and Stevella's relationship?"

"No."

"So she's cheating then; that's even worse. I'm surprised you're not more worried about this..."

"There's a reason for that."

"Really, what makes you so sure a liar like Stevella isn't a cheater too?"

"I'm Batman, 'The World's Greatest Detective', if she was cheating I would have known about it already. Like you said, you're not a detective."

"What if I had proof?"

"You have proof?"

"No, but what if I did?"

"I guess that would be a different story."

"I'll prove she's fucking other dudes then with my superior detective skills. I'll find what even Batman couldn't."

"Good luck!"

I won't need luck.

"Have fun with the rapists, Guppy."

"Do you have any suggestions for where I could find some more? There isn't a Muslim neighborhood here."

Alfred ejaculates when Charlotte submits to the Bank Statement.

"Is there a Christmas concert going on anywhere? They might sing Baby It's Cold Outside then somebody in the audience might misunderstand the context of the song and decide to rape a chick. I know I've been there."

"You have?"

"Yeah, I'm autistic."

Batman and Alfred share a hearty laugh as the scene fades to black.

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~Act IV~


[Monday, November 28th, 2016]

Alfred is alone in the BatCave watching women's wrestling and masturbating since Guppy's tease of a wife totally gave him blue balls.

"If only Guppy divorced her...then he'd probably replace her with someone less capable of defending herself and she'd be easier to rape," wonders Alfred aloud. Then he remembers how stupid Guppy is and determines that it would probably be really easy to make up a bunch of stuff about her and sell him on it. Alfred cracks his knuckles, then he taps his ear piece to give Guppy a call.

"Hey Guppy......,"

"What?"

"I'm really worried about you."

"Why?"

"You're out there with animals, criminals, and monsters. I told Stevella that this was a blue city, you know, on the electoral vote map and that means the crime rate is way higher here than in the real American cities where the winners live. I was straight out with her about it, you know about how much danger you're in."

"That's cool I guess."

"Here's the thing though, she didn't seem to give the slightest fuck about whether or not you turned up dead. I could tell that I love you more than her even though we just met the other day. I think she has someone else lined up for when you die and she'll hop onto that dick the day after your funeral."

Guppy doesn't say anything. All Alfred can hear is a chainsaw running and someone screaming in agony.

"GUPPY! ARE YOU THERE? DID YOU DIE BEFORE WRITING ME INTO YOUR WILL? ALL MY HARD WORK WASTED!"

"I'm here."

"Oh thank God! You didn't hear any of that did you?"

"Did you make me that coconut milk for me yet?"

"No, I couldn't find a coconut in the kitchen. Just your unfaithful wife washing dishes while thinking about John Black's cock. She's seems like she's into older guys even though you're younger than her. She was asking me questions about what my previous jobs were; I think it was to gauge if I was rich or not. Are you sure she loves you for you? Is there anything in this world that proves it?"

"You mean besides our wedding vows and our daughter?"

"She's a liar. I've seen the promos for your last match. Her word doesn't mean shit. I don't exactly remember what she lied about, but the fact that she lied at all makes her no better than Hillary Clinton, doesn't it?"

"I forgave her for lying. She was really sorry."

"I guess she has that over Hillary then. That cunt never apologized for anything. She just 'regrets saying that'. That's just a fancy way of saying, 'It was an awful tactical decision but I meant everything I said'. Anyway what I'm trying to say is, Hillary is a bottom-tier bitch, you could be doing a lot better than someone who is in only one aspect a better person than her."

"You've never kissed Stevella before though. She's really good at kissing."

"I mean, not yet I haven't, you're right, but she's a whore; if you keep leaving her alone to kill rapists, or whatever you do, she'll be doing a whole lot more than kissing me by the end of this year. I guarantee it, but I guess that's what you signed up for when you married that kind of woman."

"Hey Alfred, no offense, and I'm sure you mean well, but I hired you to make island drinks, do my chores, tuck in my daughter for me, read me bedtime stories, and bounce around ideas with me when I'm trying to solve mysteries. I didn't hire you to annoy my wife and then say mean things about her." Guppy looks at the camera. "Stop it."

"Well, I'm sorry. There isn't exactly a HR department I can report my grievances to. If I can't talk to my own boss about being sexually harassed while I was trying to do my job then how am I supposed to feel safe at work."

"I'm sure you'll find a way somehow. Look, if my wife really sexually harassed you then it's probably in the last promo I did. I'll watch that promo and then I'll have a conversation with her about what she said and how you interpreted it. We will work it out."

Alfred freezes up while recalling the events of the last promo. The cameras were rolling when he rubbed his hands together menacingly and when he grabbed Stevella by the pussy. Even if the camera did catch Stevella giving her consent retroactively he still might face some consequences for doing it, like getting fired. In such a competitive job market he can't afford that fate, not after what Obama did to this country. Guppy can not see that promo.

"You don't need to watch the promo."

"I don't?"

"No, Stevella and I are adults and you seem like you're okay with her seeing other people since you're not the slightest bit worried about my concerns with her loyalty, so we'll just fuck the sexual tension away. Then I'll cum in her and you can pretend whatever comes out is your kid too. You're a cuck, right?"

"A what?"

"Cucks are liberals who let anyone fuck their wife, especially black men. Some of them even eat the sperm, very gross. Does that sound like you and Stevella's relationship?"

"No."

"So she's cheating then; that's even worse. I'm surprised you're not more worried about this..."

"There's a reason for that."

"Really, what makes you so sure a liar like Stevella isn't a cheater too?"

"I'm Batman, 'The World's Greatest Detective', if she was cheating I would have known about it already. Like you said, you're not a detective."

"What if I had proof?"

"You have proof?"

"No, but what if I did?"

"I guess that would be a different story."

"I'll prove she's fucking other dudes then with my superior detective skills. I'll find what even Batman couldn't."

"Good luck!"

I won't need luck.

"Have fun with the rapists, Guppy."

"Do you have any suggestions for where I could find some more? There isn't a Muslim neighborhood here."

Alfred ejaculates when Charlotte submits to the Bank Statement.

"Is there a Christmas concert going on anywhere? They might sing Baby It's Cold Outside then somebody in the audience might misunderstand the context of the song and decide to rape a chick. I know I've been there."

"You have?"

"Yeah, I'm autistic."

Batman and Alfred share a hearty laugh as the scene fades to black.

Guppy fin.]]> <![CDATA["A day in the life of a car salesman" RP4]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25751 Wed, 30 Nov 2016 10:01:43 -0800 "Dark Warrior" Micheal Graves]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25751

What was I thinking? I could have killed him? That's the only thought that has been going through my head for the last few days. For those that don't know, I met a teenage fan of mine at the gym the other day. We began talking about my career and how I was one of this kids favorites back in the day. Then he made a comment that I'll admit I did not like so much. He said that the reason that I wasn't a bigger name than what I was back then is because I was lazy. I don't know why, but I fell into an instant rage. At first I didn't even realize that I was strangling this kid. Why in the fuck would I do that? Why would that comment upset me so much? I mean speaking honestly, I know the kid is right. What he said isn't anything that I haven't thought to myself before. Even if it was, I know better than to attack a fan, especially one who is likely a minor.

I don't think the kid called the police. I mean, it's not like anyone has came to question or arrest me for assault. I do hope I see that kid again one day though. I would like nothing more than to apologize to him, and try to make it up to him in some way. One thing that I'm sure of though, I'm sure I lost a fan...(Who Cares?)

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What? I've been back in the XWF for what? A week at best? If I want to stay in the XWF I have to win my match. Even though I'm pretty confident that I'm going to obliterate "Copycat Graves", I can't just up and quit going to work. I've dedicated the last 8 years of my life, and most of my money into this place. This has been my back up plan for when wrestling didn't work out for me. I would love to tell you that I invested my money wisely, or that I used my fame from wrestling to work my way into other entertainment ventures, but the fact is I've always been afraid of the stock market, and I can't sing or dance. To be honest I'm not very good at selling cars either, but it pays the bills, so who am I to complain?

(Ding Dong)

Oh a customer! I stand up and adjust my tie before heading over to greet my potential customer.

“Welcome to Micheal's Used Auto, can I help you find anything?”

The customer turns around, facing me now. I instantly recognize his face.

“It's you!”

Yep, it's that kid I was telling you about earlier. Now I'm wondering what he's doing here. My mind tends to go to the worst case scenario first, so I imagine him pulling a gun out and blowing me away. (He'd be doing us a favor.)

“I'm looking to buy my first car, and I figure you owe me a pretty sweet discount for not callin the cops on ya the other day right?”

Ah blackmails the game huh? Oh well I guess it beats jail and negative publicity right? Of course I have seen XWF talent kill people first hand and get away with it. Oh and the rape... so... much... rape... Or at least that's what I've heard, but no a discounted auto sale is definitely the easy way out here.

“Listen, um...”

I realize that I never got this kids name...

“Jason.”

Ah, thanks. I was a bit lost there for a second. Just imagine, I almost killed him, and I didn't even know his name.

“Jason, I'm so sorry for the other day.”

“Save it buddy, I don't really blame ya. I did start talking about things I had no business sayin. I'm just looking for a car, and I was hoping you could hook me up. So can ya?”

He seems different to me now... I can't quite put my finger on it...

“I'm sure we can work something out. Did you see anything you liked out there?”

“Ya betcha sweet ass I did! I was looking at that F-150 you have.”

“The Red 2012?”

“That's the one! Mike, and I expect a hefty discount too!”

Okay I have to stop right here. I remember now, this kid shy as Hell the last time we saw him? I swear that he wouldn't even look me in the eyes when we were talking. Now he's standing in my showroom demanding I mark down the most expensive car that I have on the lot. Oh well, it's probably best to work with him and get him out of my life. Right now he has the power to screw things up pretty good with me if he turns out to be a minor. (Or you could just shut him up permanently)

“Well the sticker price is $20367.00... But.... I could probably let it got for... 17500.00?”

“What?! You lay hands on me, damn near choke the life out of me, and you want to give me a measly $3000.00 off? You know I'm only seventeen right? That means that you assaulted a minor! I'll give you $4000.00 for the truck and not a penny more! If you don't like my terms I'll just give my mom a call and tell her what happened!”

Oh Jesus Christ I want to bash this kids fucking face in. (Do it you fucking coward!)

“All right, I've got $13,000.00 wrapped up in that truck. I can stand to lose a little on it, so I'll tell you what I can do. I'll sell it to you for $10,000.00 and...”

“No deal! $4000.00 or I get my parents and the police involved!”

“Fine, but if I sell you the truck for that price, you not only keep your mouth shut, but you also make sure to never come near me again, got it?!”

This kid looks so fucking smug... He's pulling one over on me, and my hands are tied. I have match to worry about, but instead I have to deal with this dumb little shit! (I've told you what to do...)

“Okay, you've got a deal, but I want to test drive it first.”

“The truck's good kid. It only has 13,000.00 mile on it.”

“That's cool, but I still want to take it out for a test drive before I buy it.”

“Fine! I'll get you the keys.”

I walk over to the cabinet where I keep the keys. Yep there it is...

“You gotta go with me too.”

“I can't son, I'm the only one here today.”

“What, you can't afford employees or something?”

Oh man this kid doesn't know how right he is. Let's just try and keep it that way.

“Of course I can afford employees, but it's supposed to be a slow day.”

“Well since it's such a slow day, I'm sure nobody will notice when you lock up for a bit huh?”

Ah FUCK, guess I'm going on a test drive. I lock up the shop and climb into the passenger side as Jason turns over the engine. I fasten my seat belt because seriously, this kid's seventeen, and teenagers generally SUCK at driving. The kid pulls out onto the main road, and we're off.

“So Micheal, let me ask you a question.”

“If you must...”

“I was reading a transcript of your radio interview the other day and I was wondering. Why did ya quit XWF back in 2006?”

Sean Graves, Weapon:Ashen, Cyren.... I mean, when you wake up one day and realize that you haven't been you for months. Realize that somebody kidnapped you, scientist experimented on you, and the end result was literally your humanity being stripped away from you...

“Well, Why'd ya quit?”

“I... was having some issues with my knee. It was a nagging injury that never healed correctly. That and the fact that I had a family on the way... It was just time.”

“Uh huh... So why are you returning now?”

Because I need the money... Because I miss the spot light... Because I felt disrespected when...

“Because when I saw Michael Graves on the roster, I felt disrespected. I feel like I need to remind people who I am.”

“Okay, and who are you?”

That's a good question, who am I? For years I've thought I was this guy. I try to do right in this world, I try to be good, but there is something evil inside of me. Something keeps trying to nudge me into doing horrible things. The mind games it plays with me, they're enough to drive someone insane. (You're already insane!)

“I'm... The original...”

“HA! You don't even know who you are do you! Aren't ya a vampire!? Aren't ya gonna make everyone in XWF feel the cold embrace of the night and all that shit? No? I'll tell you who I think you are. I think that you are an out of touch old man who couldn't hack it in the first place. I think that you are someone who doesn't belong in the XWF. I think that all you ever REALLY had was a cool name and look, and the XWF took that away and replaced you with somebody who was more talented. Does that sound about right?”

I really REALLY want to punch this kid right now. He's just so fucking sarcastic and disrespectful, but I have to maintain my cool. As much as I don't want to, I have to adult today. (You are so fucking pathetic!)

“Don't worry, I know who ya really are Micheal, and I know that you'll know who you really are soon enough. You just need your memory jogged!”

"Wha..."

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I don't know how much time has passed. My head is killing me. As I open my eyes, the first thing that I see is blood. I have quiet a few cuts on my arms, and I'm sure more than a few on my face. It doesn't feel like anything is broken. Wait... What in the... I'm sitting in the drivers seat, seat belt fastened. That little shit! He must have moved me over... Pounding.... Pounding on the window... I look up, there is a woman pounding on the window. I reach over and unlock the door. She quickly opens it.

“Are you okay?”

No... No I'm not fucking okay.

“Yeah I think so... did you see where the kid went?”

“What kid?”

“The one that was driving.”

“I didn't see a kid, I heard a crash and came out to see that you had crashed into this telephone pole.”

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What was I thinking? I could have killed him? That's the only thought that has been going through my head for the last few days. For those that don't know, I met a teenage fan of mine at the gym the other day. We began talking about my career and how I was one of this kids favorites back in the day. Then he made a comment that I'll admit I did not like so much. He said that the reason that I wasn't a bigger name than what I was back then is because I was lazy. I don't know why, but I fell into an instant rage. At first I didn't even realize that I was strangling this kid. Why in the fuck would I do that? Why would that comment upset me so much? I mean speaking honestly, I know the kid is right. What he said isn't anything that I haven't thought to myself before. Even if it was, I know better than to attack a fan, especially one who is likely a minor.

I don't think the kid called the police. I mean, it's not like anyone has came to question or arrest me for assault. I do hope I see that kid again one day though. I would like nothing more than to apologize to him, and try to make it up to him in some way. One thing that I'm sure of though, I'm sure I lost a fan...(Who Cares?)

[Image: usedauto.jpg]

What? I've been back in the XWF for what? A week at best? If I want to stay in the XWF I have to win my match. Even though I'm pretty confident that I'm going to obliterate "Copycat Graves", I can't just up and quit going to work. I've dedicated the last 8 years of my life, and most of my money into this place. This has been my back up plan for when wrestling didn't work out for me. I would love to tell you that I invested my money wisely, or that I used my fame from wrestling to work my way into other entertainment ventures, but the fact is I've always been afraid of the stock market, and I can't sing or dance. To be honest I'm not very good at selling cars either, but it pays the bills, so who am I to complain?

(Ding Dong)

Oh a customer! I stand up and adjust my tie before heading over to greet my potential customer.

“Welcome to Micheal's Used Auto, can I help you find anything?”

The customer turns around, facing me now. I instantly recognize his face.

“It's you!”

Yep, it's that kid I was telling you about earlier. Now I'm wondering what he's doing here. My mind tends to go to the worst case scenario first, so I imagine him pulling a gun out and blowing me away. (He'd be doing us a favor.)

“I'm looking to buy my first car, and I figure you owe me a pretty sweet discount for not callin the cops on ya the other day right?”

Ah blackmails the game huh? Oh well I guess it beats jail and negative publicity right? Of course I have seen XWF talent kill people first hand and get away with it. Oh and the rape... so... much... rape... Or at least that's what I've heard, but no a discounted auto sale is definitely the easy way out here.

“Listen, um...”

I realize that I never got this kids name...

“Jason.”

Ah, thanks. I was a bit lost there for a second. Just imagine, I almost killed him, and I didn't even know his name.

“Jason, I'm so sorry for the other day.”

“Save it buddy, I don't really blame ya. I did start talking about things I had no business sayin. I'm just looking for a car, and I was hoping you could hook me up. So can ya?”

He seems different to me now... I can't quite put my finger on it...

“I'm sure we can work something out. Did you see anything you liked out there?”

“Ya betcha sweet ass I did! I was looking at that F-150 you have.”

“The Red 2012?”

“That's the one! Mike, and I expect a hefty discount too!”

Okay I have to stop right here. I remember now, this kid shy as Hell the last time we saw him? I swear that he wouldn't even look me in the eyes when we were talking. Now he's standing in my showroom demanding I mark down the most expensive car that I have on the lot. Oh well, it's probably best to work with him and get him out of my life. Right now he has the power to screw things up pretty good with me if he turns out to be a minor. (Or you could just shut him up permanently)

“Well the sticker price is $20367.00... But.... I could probably let it got for... 17500.00?”

“What?! You lay hands on me, damn near choke the life out of me, and you want to give me a measly $3000.00 off? You know I'm only seventeen right? That means that you assaulted a minor! I'll give you $4000.00 for the truck and not a penny more! If you don't like my terms I'll just give my mom a call and tell her what happened!”

Oh Jesus Christ I want to bash this kids fucking face in. (Do it you fucking coward!)

“All right, I've got $13,000.00 wrapped up in that truck. I can stand to lose a little on it, so I'll tell you what I can do. I'll sell it to you for $10,000.00 and...”

“No deal! $4000.00 or I get my parents and the police involved!”

“Fine, but if I sell you the truck for that price, you not only keep your mouth shut, but you also make sure to never come near me again, got it?!”

This kid looks so fucking smug... He's pulling one over on me, and my hands are tied. I have match to worry about, but instead I have to deal with this dumb little shit! (I've told you what to do...)

“Okay, you've got a deal, but I want to test drive it first.”

“The truck's good kid. It only has 13,000.00 mile on it.”

“That's cool, but I still want to take it out for a test drive before I buy it.”

“Fine! I'll get you the keys.”

I walk over to the cabinet where I keep the keys. Yep there it is...

“You gotta go with me too.”

“I can't son, I'm the only one here today.”

“What, you can't afford employees or something?”

Oh man this kid doesn't know how right he is. Let's just try and keep it that way.

“Of course I can afford employees, but it's supposed to be a slow day.”

“Well since it's such a slow day, I'm sure nobody will notice when you lock up for a bit huh?”

Ah FUCK, guess I'm going on a test drive. I lock up the shop and climb into the passenger side as Jason turns over the engine. I fasten my seat belt because seriously, this kid's seventeen, and teenagers generally SUCK at driving. The kid pulls out onto the main road, and we're off.

“So Micheal, let me ask you a question.”

“If you must...”

“I was reading a transcript of your radio interview the other day and I was wondering. Why did ya quit XWF back in 2006?”

Sean Graves, Weapon:Ashen, Cyren.... I mean, when you wake up one day and realize that you haven't been you for months. Realize that somebody kidnapped you, scientist experimented on you, and the end result was literally your humanity being stripped away from you...

“Well, Why'd ya quit?”

“I... was having some issues with my knee. It was a nagging injury that never healed correctly. That and the fact that I had a family on the way... It was just time.”

“Uh huh... So why are you returning now?”

Because I need the money... Because I miss the spot light... Because I felt disrespected when...

“Because when I saw Michael Graves on the roster, I felt disrespected. I feel like I need to remind people who I am.”

“Okay, and who are you?”

That's a good question, who am I? For years I've thought I was this guy. I try to do right in this world, I try to be good, but there is something evil inside of me. Something keeps trying to nudge me into doing horrible things. The mind games it plays with me, they're enough to drive someone insane. (You're already insane!)

“I'm... The original...”

“HA! You don't even know who you are do you! Aren't ya a vampire!? Aren't ya gonna make everyone in XWF feel the cold embrace of the night and all that shit? No? I'll tell you who I think you are. I think that you are an out of touch old man who couldn't hack it in the first place. I think that you are someone who doesn't belong in the XWF. I think that all you ever REALLY had was a cool name and look, and the XWF took that away and replaced you with somebody who was more talented. Does that sound about right?”

I really REALLY want to punch this kid right now. He's just so fucking sarcastic and disrespectful, but I have to maintain my cool. As much as I don't want to, I have to adult today. (You are so fucking pathetic!)

“Don't worry, I know who ya really are Micheal, and I know that you'll know who you really are soon enough. You just need your memory jogged!”

"Wha..."

Suddenly Jason cuts the wheel hard to the left. Before I can even react...

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I don't know how much time has passed. My head is killing me. As I open my eyes, the first thing that I see is blood. I have quiet a few cuts on my arms, and I'm sure more than a few on my face. It doesn't feel like anything is broken. Wait... What in the... I'm sitting in the drivers seat, seat belt fastened. That little shit! He must have moved me over... Pounding.... Pounding on the window... I look up, there is a woman pounding on the window. I reach over and unlock the door. She quickly opens it.

“Are you okay?”

No... No I'm not fucking okay.

“Yeah I think so... did you see where the kid went?”

“What kid?”

“The one that was driving.”

“I didn't see a kid, I heard a crash and came out to see that you had crashed into this telephone pole.”

I want to question her more. I want to know where Jason ran off too. I want to kill Jason (You wouldn't coward!) I want to do a lot of things, but not right now.... right now the only thing that I'm going

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]]> <![CDATA[Failure IS NOT AN OPTION]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25733 Tue, 29 Nov 2016 14:24:53 -0800 Scully]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25733


Friday, October 21st
New Orleans East Hospital
1.28pm and onwards
Continued from the story.....

http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25604


Now it's time to find out If Scully pulled the plug......

Beep... Beep... Beep... The only thing keeping Charles Elton alive was the life support machine and Scully was about to pull the plug... Suddenly the same horny nurse from earlier steps into the room as Scully nearly jumps out of his skin. He quickly styles it out and pretends to be checking the notes. Skull looks up and the horny nurse unbuttons her Tunic a little, revealing her red bra and amazing cleavage. She walks over to Skull and burries his face into her breasts, Skull nearly suffocates. He pulls away and she grabs his crotch.

"Doctor Rodgers, I'm going to the ladies room, would you like to meet in there?"

Skull raises his eyebrows and the nurse attempts to pull down his surgical mask but Skull holds on to it, tightly.

"Doctor Rodgers, take this thing off. You're not in surgery."

The nurse still tries to yank on it and Skull grabs her wrist. He looks at her badge then speaks in the higher pitched tone again.

"Diana, you go and freshen up.. Meet me in five minutes. I will be in the cupboard, ward 3, opposite room 5."

"Doctor Rodgers, I can't wait... See you soon."

Diana rubs the groin area of 'Doctor Rodgers', smiles at him and walks away. Skull waits for her to leave as he mumbles to himself, "Oh shit!" Skull looks at Charles in annoyance and knows he has to get the hell out there. It's apparent that the real doctor will now be found. Skull quickly leaves the room, turning to look at Charles once more, aggrieved that he couldn't get the job done. Skull leaves the ward and heads towards the elevator. He then see's Diana exiting the toilet, so rushes to the stairs. Just as he was getting outta there, he is stopped a different female nurse.

"Quick... Doctor... You are needed in surgery.."

Scully thinks to himself FUCK! The nurse grabs Scully's arm and drags him towards where he needs or shouldn't be, he looks at the stethoscope around his neck and sighs. He is forced into the surgery room to help remove the bullet from a male patients chest. Skull looks down at the unconscious patient and looks into the chest of the man. A male nurse then speaks.

"We gotta be quick, doc."

"This man is dying!"

Skull shrugs, sweat begins to pour from his forehead. He was going to end one persons life, now he had to save anothers. Skull puts his fingers in, the whole of his hand slides in and it sounds like a tub of putty slime.

"Shouldn't you be using the surgical instruments, doc?"

'The doc' just shrugs and shakes his head. Skull didn't have a clue what he was doing. Skull just moves his hand around which can be dangerous to the patient. He feels something deep inside. Wow, he surprisingly pulls the bullet out. Amazingly, the flat lining vital signs immediately stabilize, at which point he regains consciousness, and is apparently going to be just fine afterward. An applause and exaggerated swooning from the other doctors and nurses happen. They tap 'The Doc' (better than D'Ville) on the back and leave the room.

Skull wastes little time, realising this was his chance, he exits the room and runs down the stairs. He walks fast down the corridor, using the tag attached to his uniform, he exits through a nearby fire exit. Skull knew it was a close call but could see a few people standing around, walking in different directions. He knew he had to get out of the doctors uniform. He jumps behind some nearby hedges, located behind the hospital and quickly takes it off. His normal clothes were underneath, he rolls the uniform up and shoves it in a carrier bag, he had in his jacket pocket. Marching past patients smoking cigarettes outside, an Ambulance enters the hospital with cirens blaring. Skull continues to walk and turns the corner towards the UMC New Orleans parking garage. He enters the doors and looks at the stairs, he was parked on the third floor so was heading up the first flight. Just as he got to the top of the first set of stairs. PING! The lift opens and who would emerge?

Let's leave you thinking ;)
To Be Continued......



"This is the first time I have really gotten to speak about the tragedy that happened on Warfare, on the 19th of November. That night will remain in my head, for all the wrong reasons. It was clear before I faced Peter Gilmour that the XWF Galaxy whatever you want to call your- , that you and most of the locker room, if not all, wanted me to fail in my title defense. Instead of proving you all wrong, instead of shutting you all up.. I simply failed. Let's not forget the FAST count that would indeed cause me to lose my reign as XWF Universal Champion. Unknown Soldier is one of the main reasons I no longer have that title, he is the one who screwed me. That's what I could say right? Make up lies and excuses like most of the XWF locker room do? Nah.. That ain't me.

The truth be told, I was lazy in preparation for that match against Gillyflower. I underestimated him and worst of all, I didn't compete at my normal, high level. I know that I can beat Peter Gilmour and I will do that. I know that it should be me who is in the Elimination Chamber in the Main Event of Wildcard, day two but it's not! Instead I am in the Main Event of day one. It is apparent that the six turd burglars will indeed mention me in their quest to walk out of Wildcard as Champion but I will not give them the satisfaction nor will I waste my time on answering any of their remarks.

Leading up to that match, I heard people like Trax, like Unknown Soldier, call me a coward for not defending my title but why would I go all out looking for a challenger, when the challenger is meant to come to me? Keyword: Challenger. Now some people will talk and say well we challenged you in your auction but we didn't want to pay ANY Xbux. Well it was an auction but that is that. I'm sick of thinking about it, discussing what could have been etc.. Etc.. I don't care what you morons think, I will get the Uni back eventually, mark my words... But for now..

I have been given a great opportunity against Michael McBride, XWF'S Xtreme Champion but to the dismay of some whining Cunts. It is what it is, I'm here, you're not. So if ANY of you have a problem with it? Tough, deal with it, I don't care. Vinnie doesn't need to explain shit to none of ya'll, he may be drag queen but he is the boss and if the boss says he wants a NEW XWF Xtreme Champion then you will all get one. Not for his benefit though, not for the benefit of this company but for me.. It's all about me!

The Xtreme Championship, a title I have never ever won and although it might not be the Uni, damn I feel Naked with out that sexy beast, all the stroking we did together but now that Mongolian has it.. The Xtreme is still one of the most important titles in the XWF and is definitely a title to be proud off. Two previous shots I have had at that belt and well, it's not hard to figure out if I've never won it, how that went down.

Now we know what to expect from Mcbride, we know what he is going to say. Well I do, not so sure about you snuffling, idiots or in Mcbride fashion.
Skull talks in a very good Irish accent,
'Well aren’t you the biggest eejits in the land?'
He is going to talk about how my reign as the Universal Championship was a joke in his Connor McGreggor accent. He will talk about his Lucky Charms, about the Luck of the Irish and all that shit. I bet the sweaty crevice calls me British Cunt too and insult the Queen of England, like I give a fuck about her. His vocabulary and his insults are off the chart,

Scully grins and then talks again with a Irish accent, ''Go ‘way from those biscuits and help your father, ye gombeen.'
Gombeen?"

Skull goes back to his normal Brummie accent.

"Gombeen? What is a Gombeen you may ask? Obviously it is a word in Ireland. A word for a shady, small-time "wheeler-dealer" or businessman who is always looking to make a quick profit, often at someone else's expense or through the acceptance of bribes. Isn't that what you are Mcbride? You swan around like you're The Godfather. You think you're the Tony Montana of the XWF, cockroach?! Well you ain't shit and you ain't got the Cojones to beat me and if you believe you can, then you're proving to the World why people think the Irish are dumb!

You will call me a Geebag, a feckin' gobshite. I will have to listen to Mrs. Brown's love child talk smack to me with your slang and I will yawn, waiting for you to say something relevant. I know you will talk shit to me for losing the Uni title to Gilly. I'm expecting it, I'm also waiting to hear you tell me how you love to fight?! Am I being stereotypical? Because I love to fight and I'm not from Ireland.

In fact, the Scully name is Irish, I have plenty of relatives in Galway. Let me tell you some truth about me, my grandad Patrick was indeed Irish, sounds weird but his funeral was the best I have attended. I carried the coffin with my dad, my fifty-fifth cousin Bartley and my uncle, Raymond. Then I did a speech with my little sister and then we burried my Grandad. Family and friends stood around the hole where his coffin was inserted and sang some music whilst Raymond played the organ. We did not sing Nick Knack Paddy whack, give a dog a bone, not Bewitched or Westlife but some other Irish songs and he had a great send off. Then we went to the pub for some alcoholic beverages and some tasty Irish food. I got pissed, had a fight with Sheamus and shagged a friend of a cousin, she could of been my sixty-seventh cousin, I dunno and yes she was a fuckin' red head. Becky her name was, she was good at blow jobs and she introduced me to the IRISH GARDEN SEX POSITION.. It was good, look it up. Anyway....

That was storytime with The Skull and it was a pleasure, for Becky. It would be a travesty if I fail to beat Mcbride in the XWF Xtreme Championship match, who wants me to lose? Well fuck you all, you can't always get what you want! You got what you wanted against Gilly but it wont happen twice. Me however, I get what I want and I'm going to become the NEW XWF Xtreme Champion and I will defend it regularly cuz hell I don't have a fuckin' choice. Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"]]>


Friday, October 21st
New Orleans East Hospital
1.28pm and onwards
Continued from the story.....

http://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=25604


Now it's time to find out If Scully pulled the plug......

Beep... Beep... Beep... The only thing keeping Charles Elton alive was the life support machine and Scully was about to pull the plug... Suddenly the same horny nurse from earlier steps into the room as Scully nearly jumps out of his skin. He quickly styles it out and pretends to be checking the notes. Skull looks up and the horny nurse unbuttons her Tunic a little, revealing her red bra and amazing cleavage. She walks over to Skull and burries his face into her breasts, Skull nearly suffocates. He pulls away and she grabs his crotch.

"Doctor Rodgers, I'm going to the ladies room, would you like to meet in there?"

Skull raises his eyebrows and the nurse attempts to pull down his surgical mask but Skull holds on to it, tightly.

"Doctor Rodgers, take this thing off. You're not in surgery."

The nurse still tries to yank on it and Skull grabs her wrist. He looks at her badge then speaks in the higher pitched tone again.

"Diana, you go and freshen up.. Meet me in five minutes. I will be in the cupboard, ward 3, opposite room 5."

"Doctor Rodgers, I can't wait... See you soon."

Diana rubs the groin area of 'Doctor Rodgers', smiles at him and walks away. Skull waits for her to leave as he mumbles to himself, "Oh shit!" Skull looks at Charles in annoyance and knows he has to get the hell out there. It's apparent that the real doctor will now be found. Skull quickly leaves the room, turning to look at Charles once more, aggrieved that he couldn't get the job done. Skull leaves the ward and heads towards the elevator. He then see's Diana exiting the toilet, so rushes to the stairs. Just as he was getting outta there, he is stopped a different female nurse.

"Quick... Doctor... You are needed in surgery.."

Scully thinks to himself FUCK! The nurse grabs Scully's arm and drags him towards where he needs or shouldn't be, he looks at the stethoscope around his neck and sighs. He is forced into the surgery room to help remove the bullet from a male patients chest. Skull looks down at the unconscious patient and looks into the chest of the man. A male nurse then speaks.

"We gotta be quick, doc."

"This man is dying!"

Skull shrugs, sweat begins to pour from his forehead. He was going to end one persons life, now he had to save anothers. Skull puts his fingers in, the whole of his hand slides in and it sounds like a tub of putty slime.

"Shouldn't you be using the surgical instruments, doc?"

'The doc' just shrugs and shakes his head. Skull didn't have a clue what he was doing. Skull just moves his hand around which can be dangerous to the patient. He feels something deep inside. Wow, he surprisingly pulls the bullet out. Amazingly, the flat lining vital signs immediately stabilize, at which point he regains consciousness, and is apparently going to be just fine afterward. An applause and exaggerated swooning from the other doctors and nurses happen. They tap 'The Doc' (better than D'Ville) on the back and leave the room.

Skull wastes little time, realising this was his chance, he exits the room and runs down the stairs. He walks fast down the corridor, using the tag attached to his uniform, he exits through a nearby fire exit. Skull knew it was a close call but could see a few people standing around, walking in different directions. He knew he had to get out of the doctors uniform. He jumps behind some nearby hedges, located behind the hospital and quickly takes it off. His normal clothes were underneath, he rolls the uniform up and shoves it in a carrier bag, he had in his jacket pocket. Marching past patients smoking cigarettes outside, an Ambulance enters the hospital with cirens blaring. Skull continues to walk and turns the corner towards the UMC New Orleans parking garage. He enters the doors and looks at the stairs, he was parked on the third floor so was heading up the first flight. Just as he got to the top of the first set of stairs. PING! The lift opens and who would emerge?

Let's leave you thinking ;)
To Be Continued......



"This is the first time I have really gotten to speak about the tragedy that happened on Warfare, on the 19th of November. That night will remain in my head, for all the wrong reasons. It was clear before I faced Peter Gilmour that the XWF Galaxy whatever you want to call your- , that you and most of the locker room, if not all, wanted me to fail in my title defense. Instead of proving you all wrong, instead of shutting you all up.. I simply failed. Let's not forget the FAST count that would indeed cause me to lose my reign as XWF Universal Champion. Unknown Soldier is one of the main reasons I no longer have that title, he is the one who screwed me. That's what I could say right? Make up lies and excuses like most of the XWF locker room do? Nah.. That ain't me.

The truth be told, I was lazy in preparation for that match against Gillyflower. I underestimated him and worst of all, I didn't compete at my normal, high level. I know that I can beat Peter Gilmour and I will do that. I know that it should be me who is in the Elimination Chamber in the Main Event of Wildcard, day two but it's not! Instead I am in the Main Event of day one. It is apparent that the six turd burglars will indeed mention me in their quest to walk out of Wildcard as Champion but I will not give them the satisfaction nor will I waste my time on answering any of their remarks.

Leading up to that match, I heard people like Trax, like Unknown Soldier, call me a coward for not defending my title but why would I go all out looking for a challenger, when the challenger is meant to come to me? Keyword: Challenger. Now some people will talk and say well we challenged you in your auction but we didn't want to pay ANY Xbux. Well it was an auction but that is that. I'm sick of thinking about it, discussing what could have been etc.. Etc.. I don't care what you morons think, I will get the Uni back eventually, mark my words... But for now..

I have been given a great opportunity against Michael McBride, XWF'S Xtreme Champion but to the dismay of some whining Cunts. It is what it is, I'm here, you're not. So if ANY of you have a problem with it? Tough, deal with it, I don't care. Vinnie doesn't need to explain shit to none of ya'll, he may be drag queen but he is the boss and if the boss says he wants a NEW XWF Xtreme Champion then you will all get one. Not for his benefit though, not for the benefit of this company but for me.. It's all about me!

The Xtreme Championship, a title I have never ever won and although it might not be the Uni, damn I feel Naked with out that sexy beast, all the stroking we did together but now that Mongolian has it.. The Xtreme is still one of the most important titles in the XWF and is definitely a title to be proud off. Two previous shots I have had at that belt and well, it's not hard to figure out if I've never won it, how that went down.

Now we know what to expect from Mcbride, we know what he is going to say. Well I do, not so sure about you snuffling, idiots or in Mcbride fashion.
Skull talks in a very good Irish accent,
'Well aren’t you the biggest eejits in the land?'
He is going to talk about how my reign as the Universal Championship was a joke in his Connor McGreggor accent. He will talk about his Lucky Charms, about the Luck of the Irish and all that shit. I bet the sweaty crevice calls me British Cunt too and insult the Queen of England, like I give a fuck about her. His vocabulary and his insults are off the chart,

Scully grins and then talks again with a Irish accent, ''Go ‘way from those biscuits and help your father, ye gombeen.'
Gombeen?"

Skull goes back to his normal Brummie accent.

"Gombeen? What is a Gombeen you may ask? Obviously it is a word in Ireland. A word for a shady, small-time "wheeler-dealer" or businessman who is always looking to make a quick profit, often at someone else's expense or through the acceptance of bribes. Isn't that what you are Mcbride? You swan around like you're The Godfather. You think you're the Tony Montana of the XWF, cockroach?! Well you ain't shit and you ain't got the Cojones to beat me and if you believe you can, then you're proving to the World why people think the Irish are dumb!

You will call me a Geebag, a feckin' gobshite. I will have to listen to Mrs. Brown's love child talk smack to me with your slang and I will yawn, waiting for you to say something relevant. I know you will talk shit to me for losing the Uni title to Gilly. I'm expecting it, I'm also waiting to hear you tell me how you love to fight?! Am I being stereotypical? Because I love to fight and I'm not from Ireland.

In fact, the Scully name is Irish, I have plenty of relatives in Galway. Let me tell you some truth about me, my grandad Patrick was indeed Irish, sounds weird but his funeral was the best I have attended. I carried the coffin with my dad, my fifty-fifth cousin Bartley and my uncle, Raymond. Then I did a speech with my little sister and then we burried my Grandad. Family and friends stood around the hole where his coffin was inserted and sang some music whilst Raymond played the organ. We did not sing Nick Knack Paddy whack, give a dog a bone, not Bewitched or Westlife but some other Irish songs and he had a great send off. Then we went to the pub for some alcoholic beverages and some tasty Irish food. I got pissed, had a fight with Sheamus and shagged a friend of a cousin, she could of been my sixty-seventh cousin, I dunno and yes she was a fuckin' red head. Becky her name was, she was good at blow jobs and she introduced me to the IRISH GARDEN SEX POSITION.. It was good, look it up. Anyway....

That was storytime with The Skull and it was a pleasure, for Becky. It would be a travesty if I fail to beat Mcbride in the XWF Xtreme Championship match, who wants me to lose? Well fuck you all, you can't always get what you want! You got what you wanted against Gilly but it wont happen twice. Me however, I get what I want and I'm going to become the NEW XWF Xtreme Champion and I will defend it regularly cuz hell I don't have a fuckin' choice. Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"]]>