September - 21 - 2025 LIVE FROM HARD ROCK STADIUM MIAMI, FLORIDA If Thad Wins, XWF Owns PWV Thaddeus Duke - vs - ‘King’ Justin York Lion’s Den Match Barney Green - vs - Blizzard Isaiah King - vs - Sebastian Everett-Bryce XWF Anarchy Championship Allegedly Micheal Graves © - vs - Corey Smith 1 RP/1K XWF Universal Championship Dolly Waters © - vs - Charlie Nickles - vs - King Kieran 1 RP/10K

Relentless fades in with 85,000 plus fans on their feet, roaring as pyro explodes all over Hard Rock Stadium.


JC:  Welcome to Hard Rock!  Welcome to Miami!  WELCOME, TO NIGHT THREE OF RELENTLESS!


A gigantic pyro display, multi colored, multi cultural, continues to explode all over South Florida, signifying the diversity and inclusion of the XWF!


JC:  Ladies and gentlemen, children of appropriate ages, as you know, Night Three is widely considered main event night here in the XWF.

BG:  It has been that way for quite some time, Jacko, but we’d be remiss if we didn’t shout out a quick recap.  I mean there was some wild action, no doubt.

JC:  There was and it got started with interpromotional four on four which saw Mr. 24/7 Sebastian Everett-Bryce make the fall on Matt Knox!

BG:  Team XWF did us proud and tonight, Justin York may lose the rights to Pro Wrestling Valor altogether!

JC:  He very well could, but more on that in a little bit!

BG:  Summer Page and Marisol Vilaro did battle to find out who would become the new number one contender to the new XWF Revolution champion, XXXVI!  Marisol was game all night long but it was Summer Page takin’ home the Dub and she’ll now go on to challenge for the Revolution title at some point in the not too distant future!

JC:  From there it was on to the XWF Xtreme title match as Centurion, one year after his defeat to Thaddeus Duke in his forty-sixth retirement match, returned to XWF pay per view and unseated Darren Dangerous and Tommy Wish to become the new Xtreme Champion!

BG:  Congrats on all his success but perhaps the biggest surprise of the night, down a partner, and using a fill in, Thunder Knuckles successfully defended the Anarchy tag team titles against the Corporate Titans.

JC:  Bobby Bourbon, if you don’t know, sidelined for six months with a devastating injury.  We hope that Bobby can recover and rehab well in order to get his ass back in action here in the XWF.

BG:  And to kick things off here tonight, Justin York after months and months of cat and mouse, agreed to put Pro Wrestling Valor on the line just so Thaddeus Duke would even accept this match.

JC:  A feud that has simmered for months now comes to a head inside the Lion’s Den!


A low bass guitar strum hits the sound system to a pop from the crowd.  Lights from below shine up toward the Lion’s Den chamber is the monstrous structure begins to lower toward the ring.





JC:  More than ten tons in weight, over two miles in steel chain!

BG:  Not to mention the unforgiving steel of the platform base…

JC:  The rules are simple: there are no rules.  Every five minutes a pod will open, allowing the competitors to use whatever weapons are contained inside, to their hearts content!

BG:  The only way to win is by pin, by pinfall, or by being unable to answer the ten count!


RA:  Ladies and gentlemen, the opening contest at night three of Relentless IX is a Lion’s Den Match set for one fall!


The Miami faithful pop loudly.





RA:  Please welcome Ye, Rhianna and Jay Z!!


The cameras sweep over the audience of 85 thousand strong anxiously awaiting the start of the Lions Den match. Night three of Relentless is just as packed as the first night.


JC:  A record breaking 85,678 fans, beating the record set last year for Taylor Swift’s Era’s Tour, on their feet for ‘King’ Justin York!

BG:  This crowd is massive, and they are LOUD, Jacuinde!


Suddenly…

The lights in the stadium cut completely black and spotlights blast across the stage, flashlights light up the audience like its the 90’s with cameras.

A live band set up is revealed by the spotlights, The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Rhianna struts across the stage dressed in all black leather followed closely by Jay-Z in a black trench and sun shades.

Rhianna starts to sing:


“Feel it comin’ in the air…
And the screams from everywhere…
I’m addicted to the thrill…
It’s a dangerous love affair…”


A thick white smoke blankets the stage as Rhianna’s voice echoes through the arena. Jay-Z is handed a mic and the crowd is losing it. Suddenly.. BOOOOM! A wall of gold pyro explodes across the stage and the words “ EXECUTIONER OF KINGS, J2Y” appears on the tron. The XWF faithful begin reigning in boos for the man before he has even set foot on the stage.

York appears through the thick smoke dressed in fitted all black ring gear with gold trim on the tights and the shin guards. He has on a floor length black panther fur coat that owns the air around him. His eyes have a cold glare of a man that knows he already runs this town, hell, owns it. He begins his saunter down the stage as Jay-Z’s verse drops.

This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance / Get y’all fatigues on, all black everything."

York throws his arms out in the center of the stage and the crowd explodes in nothing but hatred for the man set before them. He’s truly behind enemy lines and soaking up every single minute of it.

York approaches the ringside area and looks back and gives Jay-Z an arrogant smirk and mouths the words “Royalty recognizes royalty” to Rhianna and she nods back with a smirk. The crowd hates every minute of this and they're showing it.

York climbs the steel steps and enters into the ring gazing up at the Lions Den Chamber above him. He peels off his overcoat, revealing his custom gear and hands it to a ringside official like its worth more than the company. Before entering the ring he looks at the camera and screams “ YOU BROUGHT A SUIT TO A SLAUGHTERHOUSE!” He enters the ring just as Rhianna sings the words “"Who gon' run this town tonight?" York throws his arms out and then points down at himself as pyro explodes across the stage once more concluding the performance.

York leans over the ropes and is taunting Thaddeus to come to the ring.


Small segments of the crowd begin different chants as they anticipate the arrival of the Lionheart.  “Valor Sucks”, “Fuck You Justin”, “We Want Thad.”

JC:  This crowd no doubt reminding Mr. York just whose turf he’s on!

BG:  No question, there’s a homefield advantage here for Duke.  It’s an XWF ring, it’s an XWF crowd, it’s an XWF event and you can’t think XWF and not think Thaddeus Duke.

JC:  You really can’t.  The man started at 17 years old, he’s done it all, and his final night as the boss or not, this Lion’s Den match is Thaddeus Duke’s specialty!

BG:  He’s a perfect 6-0!

JC:  The last one being at Revelry last summer where Thaddeus Duke dispatched Cypher!





As the ‘Sirius’ intro begins with a pop from the crowd, a backstage shot of Thaddeus Duke advancing through the hallways is shown.  He’s flanked by his four year old twins Livvy and T.J., with Frankie and Lucy Wylde there too.  After some last minute hugs, kisses and well wishes, the family stays back as Thad makes his way into the Pryce Position.  The intro switches to the iconic ‘My Name Is Human’ to a massive roar from the crowd.

Several moments later, Thaddeus Duke emerges from the Pryce Position to the entrance stage.  York is shown briefly, pacing the ring with his eyes locked on Thad.


JC:  Thad no doubt drinking it all in tonight!

BG:  We don’t know when we’ll see him again.

JC:  His contract ends at midnight tonight.  He will no longer be the boss of he XWF.  He will no longer be a contracted talent.  For the first time in years, Thaddeus Duke, the XWF’s Lionheart will be a free agent!


As Jacuinde alluded to, Duke is drinking it all in.  He takes his time walking the aisle, greeting every last fan that he can.


BG:  Did he dye his hair?

JC:  It appears that way.  Blond tips.

BG:  Weird ass kid.


Thad walks the steps, pauses, takes off his white leather ring jacket with the gold Lionheart logo, again made from the melted down titles of his father, then enters the chamber, slamming the door behind him.  Duke enters the ring and York tries to get him before the bell, but he’s cut off by the official.  Thad smirks as the two come to the center for last minute instruction.


JC:  Ladies and gentlemen… HERE WE GO!

If Thad Wins, XWF Owns Valor Thaddeus Duke - vs - ‘King’ Justin York Lion’s Den Match

The two men come nose to nose briefly just as the bell rings and the first weapons pod ticks down from five minutes.  York shoves Thad back and Thad retreats toward the ropes as York stands his ground in the center of the ring.  Thad smirks and advances toward York and the two lock horns in the center.  The two jockey for position and leverage, neither man gaining an advantage and end up spilling through the ropes to the steel grating outside the ring where the two decide to pummel each other.


JC:  You had to figure this wouldn't be a technical masterpiece as we know both men are capable of.

BG:  This thing became personal because Justin York doesn't know any better.

JC:  Wait a minute, you're in Thad's corner tonight?

BG:  I am an unbiased observer, Jacuinde.  But right now Thad fights with the black n blue so York can hit the bricks.  Man used our platform for clicks and views for his shitty little promotion.

JC:  Not sure I'd characterize it in such a way, but nevertheless maybe you're right.


Thad and York trade blows, still locked together as they roll around on the steel grating.  With York on top, he grabs Thad by his hair and slams his head into the grating, once, twice, and a thrice.  Thad lays stunned and dazed as York gets to his feet.  York has been here with Thad before, he knows he can't relent and sends multiple stomps into the XWF boss.

York peels off to a chorus of boos, which gives him a moment of pause and reflection, relishing in the hatred of the pro-XWF, pro-Thad crowd.  Thad begins to climb to his feet, using the ropes to aid him only for York to plant him head first into the steel grating with a devastating DDT.


JC:  Whatever else you wanna say about Justin York, he knows Thaddeus Duke.  He knows that concussion history.

BG:  If things don't turn around, York might beat that blond right back out of Duke’s hair.

JC:  In any event, the clock keeps ticking.


York is back to his feet and lifts Thad up off the grating, then lifts him up, draping him over his shoulder.  York charges forward, intending to drive Thad head first into one of the pods, but Duke grips the top rope, causing York to lose his grip on him.  Thad drops to his feet and uses York’s own forward momentum against him by slamming him chest and face first into the pod.  Thad though is unable to capitalize.  Having had his bell rung, Thad topples through the ropes and back into the ring.

Taking a moment to gather himself, York turns to find Thad on his hands and knees in the ring.  York enters the ring and immediately drops a leg across the back of Thad’s head.


JC:  Cover by York!

BG:  Too early!

JC:  Thad kicks out barely after two!


York gets back to his feet and grabs a fistful of the golden blond locks of the Lionheart, lifting him to his feet before sending him to the far side ropes.  Thad bounces off and ducks under York, sending himself bouncing off the opposite ropes.  On that rebound, Thad hooks the ropes, halting his forward momentum as a Justin York defensive dropkick eats nothing but air and York bounces back to his feet.  He charges toward Thad but Duke ducks down and sends York up and over the top.  York crashes back first against the unforgiving steel grating of the chamber platform outside the ring.

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JC:  Thaddeus Duke’s defensive effort creates the separation that he needed here, Brody!

BG:  Most assuredly.  I don’t know if it’s rust or what, but Thad doesn’t seem like his normal in-ring self yet.

JC:  Maybe he underestimated his opponent?

BG:  Could be, but that doesn’t sound like Thad, either.


After a few moments of nursing his back while laying on the grating, York begins to get back to his feet.  In the ring, Thad bolts to the far side and bounces off.  As he reaches the near side ropes, he bounces again.


JC:  Duke!  Picking up momentum and some speed!

BG:  Airborne!

JC:  Like a missile!  Duke with an over the top rope suicide dive that sends York crashing into the chain walls!

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JC:  Pod number one has opened and Thaddeus Duke is in control of Justin York here at Relentless!

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BG:  Ohhh things are about to start getting real interesting real fast!


Thad smirks a little as he steps inside.  This pod contains several steel chairs and a number of kendo sticks.  Tossing a few of each out of the pod, Thad grabs one of each as he enters the ring.  York meanwhile, has started recuperating from the suicide dive and is crawling into the ring on his hands and knees.  Entering the ring, Thad tosses a kendo stick aside and firmly grips the steel chair.


JC:  The Lion!  Stalking the King like prey!

BG:  There are preconceived notions because he’s a rich boy, a pretty boy, but Thaddeus Duke is no stranger to extreme violence!


SMACK!

Thad brings the chair down with a solid strike across York’s back.  York collapses to the mat, yelping out in pain.  Instinctively, he rolls to his back, unintentionally opening himself up to Thad’s weaponized offense.  Seeing Thad hovering above him, York attempts to roll away, but Thad steps down on his wrist, keeping him in place.  Shifting the chair, Thad drives the blunt edge down into York’s shoulder.  Stunned and in obvious pain, York is momentarily defenseless as Thad starts to work around Justin’s joints, driving the edge of the chair into his knee.  Writhing in pain, York rolls away, but still on his back.  Thad drives the chair into his ankle, sending him writhing and rolling away in the other direction.


JC:  The chair assisted Garvin Stomp here on Justin York!

BG:  Thaddeus Duke is intent on injuring him permanently!

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Slowly and methodically, Thad completes the ‘stomp’ along the left side of Justin’s body.  He lays on his back on the mat with Thad standing over him.  Thaddeus drops to his knees, driving the side of the chair into York’s throat.  Choking and unable to breathe, York flails his legs as Thad leans his weight onto the chair.  The official desperately pleads with Thad to stop choking him to death.  Duke just looks at him while continuing to choke the life out of Justin York.

Not wanting to see the life literally leave Justin York, the official makes the decision to count this as a pin attempt.

JC:  One!


TWO!

BG:  Thad releases the choke!

JC:  And he’s not happy!


Stepping off of York, Thad gets in the referee’s face for counting a pinfall attempt during a brutal choke.  The official tries in vain to explain himself but Thad isn’t having it.


SMACK!


The crowd pops loudly.


JC:  DOWN GOES THE REFEREE!

BG:  Heat Seeker!  No legsleps needed here baby!

JC:  That was entirely unnecessary!

BG:  Thaddeus Duke has no interest in an official trying to control how violent he can be!  He has no interest in ending this contest any time soon!

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With the referee out cold, Thad spies Justin York.  He’s since rolled over on his stomach as he attempts to recuperate from the beating he just took.  With the steel chair still in hand, Thad unfolds it and plants it in the center of the ring before returning his attention to York.  Reaching down, he grabs a handful of hair and pulls him to his feet.  Thaddeus lifts him up, before dropping him back first across the seat of the chair with a chair assisted backbreaker.

Thad works his way back to his feet before picking up the bent chair and tossing it from the ring.  Eyeing the unconscious referee, Thad approaches and reaches for the man's waist.


JC:  What’s he doing to the referee!?

BG:  Is he about to try and wake him up?


Unbuckling the official's belt, he easily slides it off before again returning his attention to Justin York.  The Valoe owner lies on his side while clutching his ribs and lower back area where he impacted the chair moments ago.  Thad meanwhile, loops the referee’s belt around his fist and lashes York.  Justin kicks his feet wildly from the sting and tries to roll away.  The Lionheart stalks him before lashing him repeatedly with the belt, leaving red welts forming all over York’s back and shoulders.

Satisfied for the time being, Thad drops the belt to the mat and seeks out the kendo stick he brought in when the pod opened earlier.  Focusing on Justin, he twirls the stick around like a ball bat for a moment as he debates what he’s gonna do to him.

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BG:  The second pod is opened!

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JC:  And Thad has decided against using the kendo stick!

BG:  To the opened pod he goes!


Making his way out of the ring to the pod, Thad joyfully steps inside and pulls a couple of wooden folding tables from it.  He takes his time setting up one on the outside on the platform before tossing the other inside the ring.  Back inside, he sets that table up near the center of the ring before returning his attention to Justin York.

Just as he approaches York, the man rolls over and shocks both Thad and his home crowd with a shot to the side of the head and face with the kendo stick.  Thad reels away clutching the side of his head and tries to shake the sting.


BG:  It’s been all Thad for the last six or seven minutes of this match!

JC:  It has, but I think we’re seeing a shift in momentum as Justin York plays a little defense!


Justin at long last climbs to his feet.  Hobbled by the vicious assault from Thad earlier on, he begins to advance toward Thad.  Seeing him coming, Thad rushes with a lariat, but wisely Justin ducks under.  Thad turns to find him, but gets struck in the top of the head with the kendo stick.  Thad staggers backward.


SMACK!


SMACK!


JC:  Justin York!  On the comeback trail!

BG:  Thad shouldn’t have wasted time setting up the second table, because now it’s costing him!


Repeatedly, as Thad tries to reel away and recoil after the kendo shots, Justin wails away on his adversary.


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

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With one more smack over the top of the head, Thad crashes to the mat on his back.  Knowing he can’t waste time, Justin stays on the offensive and grabs the officials belt from earlier on.  Like Thad earlier, he loops the belt around his fist and returns his attention to Thad.  Seeing him coming, Thad tries to roll away, but it’s to no avail as Justin begins to wail away with repeated lashings from the belt.  Thad flails and tries to get away, but he can’t do it as Justin stays on top of him.  After a few more lashes, Justin finally relents and tosses the belt as he heads toward the original opened weapons pod.

A quick shot of Thaddeus Duke shows welts and bruises forming on his back and shoulders.  Back to Justin as he retrieves a couple chairs from the pod and returns to the ring.  Thad uses the ropes to fight his way to his feet as Justin stands in wait, ready to continue his offense.  Thad turns and Justin surprises him by tossing him a chair.  Thad catches it and Justin jumps in the air…


JC:  Dropkick to the chair and Thaddeus Duke is down!

BG:  This violence has no place in wrestling!

JC:  You had no problem with it five minutes ago, Brody!

BG:  Yeah well our guy was on top then.  Now I feel differently.

JC:  Are you becoming self aware?

BG:  What?


Thad lays sprawled out on the mat as Justin picks up the other chair.  Instinctively, Thad rolls over and starts trying to will himself to his feet, but Justin isn’t having it as he wallops Thad across his back with the chair.  He arches his back and rolls away in agony but Justin doesn’t let him get away, hitting him again with the chair across his back.  Once more he rolls away and this time Justin hangs back and waits.  Thad tries to get up under his own power but falters, again needing to use the ropes to aid him.  Once he’s up to a vertical position, he turns around to find Justin, but the Valor owner wraps the chair over Thad’s skull.  The Lionheart collapses to the mat very obviously on dream street.

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Unwilling to let off the gas pedal and now firmly in control of the war, Justin grabs a handful of Thad’s hair.  Only then realizing that it’s becoming blood soaked.  Justin smirks briefly as he pulls Thad to his feet and shoves him into the corner before lifting him to the top turnbuckle.

JC:  The referee is finally coming to.

BG:  He’s doin’ what?


Taking a second to slide the set up table a little closer, Justin returns his attention to Thad and rushes toward the corner.  Upon nearing it, he climbs the ropes quickly before setting Thad up and bringing him off the top rope with a superplex down through the table.

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JC:  Justin York, feeling momentum firmly on his side now!

BG:  The boss is in a bad way, Jacuinde!  He’s been busted open by the chair shot to his head and he was just put through a table!


His joints still aching from earlier, Justin is a little slow in working his way back to his feet.  Thaddeus remains sprawled out amid the debris of the busted table.  York gets to his feet.

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JC:  The third pod has now opened!

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BG:  Close it back up!

JC:  What violence awaits us as Justin York makes his way to that opened pod!?


Stepping from the ring and into the third opened pod.  Glass.  Lots of glass light tubes.  A few sheets of table length glass panes and a small burlap sack rest within it.  Gently pulling out a pane of glass, he leans it against the ropes before pulling out a number of glass light tubes.  Back in the ring, the referee is up and Thad rolls out of the table debris.  The official goes to work in clearing the debris from the mat surface.  Realizing he’s taking too much time, Justin steps into the ring with a light tube in hand.  With Thad on his hands and knees, Justin bursts a light tube over his back sending little shards of glass and powdery residue flying.


JC:  Smart move from Justin York!  He just bought himself time to figure out what he wants to do with that pane of glass!

BG:  Whose side are you on!?

JC:  I’m just calling the match, Brody!  I’m doing my job!


Outside on the steel platform, Justin lays that pane of glass on top of the table Thad set up earlier in the battle.  On top of that thick and heavy pane of glass, he lays out several light tubes.

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XWF Universe:  THIS!  IS!  AWE-SOME!  clap clap clapclapclap


Justin finally returns to the ring after setting up his glass and table trap.  Thad has just gotten to his feet and Justin wields a pair of light tubes.  Thad turns to find him.

SMASH!

The first light tube is shattered over Thad’s head and rather than fall, he’s almost paralyzed in place.  York smashes the other one over his head and Duke collapses to the mat with blood trickling down his forehead.  Justin goes for a pinfall as he hooks the leg of the Lionheart.

JC:  Hook of the leg!


TWO!


BG:  He kicked out!  Thank god!

JC:  You sound like you have doubts creeping in, Brody!

BG:  Only an idiot doubts that young man!

JC:  He’s done tonight, Brody.  I don’t think he’s gonna give you a raise.


Unbothered by the kickout, Justin works his way back to his feet while Thad remains down and out on the mat.  Making his way out of the ring to the platform surface, Justin grabs a chair before making his way back into the ring.  Standing near Duke’s feet, Justin bends down and begins trying to sandwich his ankle between the chair.  Thad though is trying to fight him off.  Sitting up, with his free leg he kicks at Justin, but the Valor owner wallops him in the head with the chair rendering him defenseless again allowing York to resume what he was intending and sandwiching Thad’s left ankle in the chair.


BG:  What’s he doing!?

JC:  Strategy!  That’s Thad’s plant foot for the Heat Seeker!


Justin backs up toward the ropes and hops to the top.  Stepping up on the middle rope, York leaps from the turnbuckle bringing both feet down snapping the chair shut against Thad’s ankle to some OOO’s and AHHH’s from the crowd.  Thad meanwhile, spins away in a fury, yelping out in pain as he clutches his injured ankle.

Justin points to the sky to a chorus of boo’s from the crowd.  Ignoring the hate, he grabs a handful of Thad’s blood soaked hair and pulls him to his feet before whipping him hard into the turnbuckle.  He rushes in after him but eats a last second elbow to his face to a pop from the crowd.

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The final pod unlocks as Justin staggers backward and falls to one knee while he shakes the jarring of his jaw from Thad’s elbow.  Thad remains in the corner, taking the separation opportunity to recuperate some more as Justin gets back to his feet.  Again he rushes into the corner, but this time eats a…


SMACK!


JC:  HEAT SEEKER!

BG:  THAT’S IT!

JC:  COVER FROM THAD!  ONE!



















BG:  TWO!





























JC:  YORK KICKED OUT!


Thad is in shock.  The fans are in shock.  Everyone with a face to any one of the cameras is in shock.


BG:  That can’t be right.

JC:  I can not remember the last time someone has kicked out of the Heat Seeker!


Thad gets back to his feet and pulls York to his.  York though sends a lowblow to Duke.  Doubling him over instantly.  York, running purely on instinct, lifts Thad up in a double underhook, planting him head first into the mat!


BG:  NO!

JC:  KING’S THRONE FROM YORK!


York hesitates going for the cover, mostly out of brain fog.


JC:  Cover by York!

BG:  ONE!



















JC:  TWO!


































JC:  THAD KICKED OUT!


York lays on the mat, knowing he was just a split second from the biggest win of his career.  Thad lays on his back, aware he damn near just lost in the Lion’s Den for the first time.


JC:  Fatigue setting in…  Doubt, unquestionably creeping into both men.

BG:  This is Relentless, folks.  This is how pay per view is done.  This is how you kick off the final night of the greatest annual spectacular in professional wrestling today!

JC:  How will it end?  Who will claim victory tonight in Miami!?



Both men slowly get to their feet.  Duke peels off toward the corner and Thad lifts himself to the top rope as Justin’s adrenaline still keeps him going, though waning.  Thad turns his front toward the pod in the corner as Justin is working back to his feet quickly.  He gives chase to Thad as the Lionheart climbs slowly to the top of the pod.


JC:  Nothing good is coming from the top of that pod!

BG:  No, I have to agree!  Unless Justin falls and breaks his neck or something, then I might change my mind!

JC:  That’s sick!

BG:  He’s the one that brought a half assed invasion force to the big leagues, Jacuinde.  I’m black ‘n’ blue, through and through.


Thad hasn’t gotten to his feet yet on top of the pod as Justin arrives behind him.  Justin is up quickly and delivers a punt kick to Thad’s ribs.  Thad nearly falls off the pods edge, but grabs a hold of the chain wall as Justin kneels over him, delivering fist after fist into his face.  Getting back to his feet, Justin grabs Thad by his hair and pulls him almost upright.  With a fist of hair and a fist of Thad’s trunks, Justin looks down at the glass laden table on the platform below.


BG:  Don’t do it!

JC:  This isn’t gonna end well for the Lionheart!


Justin shoves Thad forward in an attempt to throw him from the top of the pod but Thad hooks his arm through the chain wall, stopping his forward momentum.  The sudden shift causes Justin to stumble, but there’s no threat of him going off the pod by mistake.  Thad drops to his hands and knees as Justin decides his next plan.  Grabbing Thad by his hair, he starts to lift him up.  Thad though, delivers the ultimate equalizer as he sends his arm in an uppercut to Justin’s groin.


JC:  What a receipt!

BG:  DO IT THAD!

JC:  Will you stop!?  Whatever else you think of York, he’s a human being!


Climbing to his feet and Justin bent over in front of him, he places his hand beneath the chin of the Valor owner and lifts slightly.  Justin, frozen with pain for the moment, can only look Thad in his eyes.  Thad takes his right hand and face shoves Justin.


JC:  OH MY GOD!

BG:  He just sent him off the edge like he’s Scar in the Lion King!


Justin flies backward off the top of the pod to a huge roar from the crowd.  He lands on the table smashing the light tubes.  The thick pane of glass supports the impact and doesn’t bust entirely though cracks are forming beneath him while the wooden table beneath it is bowing.  Thad smiles a little as he backs up a step or two.  Rushing forward with a quick burst, he leaps off the top of the pod.


JC:  HOLY!


Soaring through the air, Thad lands his shooting star press named Mother of all Bombs, bringing himself crashing down on top of Justin, shattering the thick glass pane and crushing the table beneath them both.  Both men lay on the steel platform surface covered in glass debris with small cuts forming all over their bodies.

BG:  SHIT!


XWF Universe:  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!


JC:  Carnage!  Both men are down!

BG:  Broken and battered!  What do either of them have left in the tank!?


The referee is almost beside himself.  Neither man has moved and he regrettably, hesitantly starts a double ten count as the fans start a ‘Let’s go Thad’ chant.


1!


2!


JC:  Neither man has moved, Brody!


3!


BG:  They’ll both be getting medical attention, no doubt.


4!


5!


JC:  Half way to ten and still, neither has moved a muscle.


6!


7!


BG:  What a match, Jacuinde.  My heart is absolutely poundin’.


8!


9!


JC:  And there it is!


10!!!!!

WINNER:  Draw

The bell rings and while a few boo’s ring out over the stadium, the vast majority of Hard Rock Stadium cheers and applauds the effort put forth by Thaddeus Duke and Justin York.


JC:  With both men unable to answer the bell, the match ends in a draw and Brody, Justin York will now retain the rights to Pro Wrestling Valor.

BG:  York got what he wanted and unlike the last time these two met, it was not a one sided affair.

JC:  It surely wasn’t.  Justin York came to fight tonight and while he didn’t win, he certainly didn’t lose, either.


The chamber is raised and both men are tended to by XWF medical personnel.


BG:  These boys are certainly gonna feel this one for a while.

JC:  No doubt, Brody.

---

JC: What an absolute war between Thad and York! And the XWF Universe is paying Thad his respects for the XWF Legend!

BAMA: It’s been known for a while Thaddy boy is handing over the COO reins! We don’t know to who yet… But, if Thad has a say over where they go, we know he’ll be leaving them in the best possible hands!



Thaddeus Duke is standing in the ring as the incredible XWF crowd chants “THANK YOU DUKE! THANK YOU DUKE!”

It looks like Duke is welling up from the outpouring of appreciation from the fans. They recognize the dedication to bringing the XWF to new heights for the last year. And there is NOTHING Duke likes more than hearing about how great he is.

Duke holds his hand in the air for one final wave goodbye and it looks like he’s about to exit the ring, when…





I WANNA ROCK!!!





Dee Snider’s unmistakable wail echoes through the arena and the lights become a vibrant hot pink.

“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane emerges from gorilla while his classic X-Tron video plays all around him and the crowd goes balls to the wall apeshit just like they always have.

Vinnie slaps some hands and signs some posters as he struts to the ring like it’s 2014. The grin on his face makes it obvious that he just LOVES soaking up adoration from the XWF faithful, and he looks thrilled as he grabs onto his sparkly pink cowboy hat and ducks under the top rope to get into the ring. He even strikes his signature pose for just a moment, but quickly turns his focus onto Thad… wrapping him in a big manly hug!

Thad stiffens at first (not like that) but allows the touching show of affection to play its course, even hugging back for about a nanosecond before breaking free and looking at Vinnie with an incredulous and, perhaps, slightly apprehensive expression on his face.

Vinnie pulls out his custom mic covered in pink bandannas from an inside pocket of his long pink coat. He clears his throat and speaks… with maybe a hint of unease?


“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “WHOA! Wha ta crowd we have here tonight in…”


Vinnie checks his palm.

“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “Miami Florida!”


The crowd erupts once again, always willing to cooperate with a big pop when you drop the name of the town.


“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “What a show it’s been dude… what a Relentless! This is the BEST Relentless IX we have EVER had! And you know how much I love Relentless! I won the Universal Title for the first time at Relentless! And I beat Thad’s dad Sebby at Relentless the year before that! Undefeated against the Dukes, dude!”


Vinnie cheeses for the cameras again as Thad rolls his eyes.


“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “Okay okay okay… as true as all that stuff is, tonight isn’t about me, dude. Tonight is about the newer generation of the XWF… and about Thad Duke, the dude who’s been carrying our banner for the last year! Dude… Thad… thanks so much for this difficult and thankless job you’ve done for us here in the XWF and for all our fans around the globe. Plus the aliens and stuff. We all totally appreciate the sacrifices you’ve made and the work you’ve done! Let’s hear it for Thad as he skedaddles into retirement!”


Vinnie holds the mic out to the crowd like a good frontman, and they once again start going bananas for the Lionheart.


“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “But here’s the thing…”


Vinnie stutters into the mic, clearly uncomfortable.


“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “Dude, I wanted to do something awesome for you, you know? Like, you gave back those corporate shares in preparation for your departure, and I was like… what sort of rad thing would Thad like me to do here? And I was like WHOA, you know? It occurred to me when I was thinking to myself. I thought, Self, Thad has been super duper charitable the whole time he’s been here in the XWF… let’s do something charitable in his name!”


The crowd pops again.


“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “I know! Awesome idea I had, right? So I took those shares… you had a LOT, dude! I took those and I decided to put them on the market, and I figured the fans could all get a piece of the XWF! And not just, like, ANY piece, but some of THAD’S pieces! How righteous is that, right? But like… the thing is… the fans didn’t buy the shares! Instead… I mean… aw shoot I don’t know how to say it…”



???: “What he is trying to tell you is that I bought them.”



The lightly accented voice that comes from the PA is familiar, but it isn’t until the image on the X-Tron changes to a smirking face that it  becomes clear who it belongs to.






ELON MUSK: “Or, more specifically… WE bought them.”



Now on either side of Elon’s central image, feeds showing Amazon oligarch Jeff Bezos and Meta head honcho Mark Zuckerberg appear. Bezos smiles.




“Hi guys! Glad to be here on PRIME time.”


Then Zuckerberg.




“Yoyoyo, waaaazzzaaaaaaaaaaaap! It’s YA BOI, the Zuck! Make sure you upload your pics from tonight to DA GRAM and call all your homies on WhatsApp! That’s FIRE, you feel me?”



Vinnie looks sheepishly at Thad and starts to talk again.



“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “Yeah, so… it turns out these guys were just, like, hanging around waiting for a good investment or something and they grabbed all those XWF shares up in a heartbeat. Dude I gotta be honest, we made a TON of money. But, like… I think I messed up? You know I’ve always keep the controlling interest and all that, but you had SO MUCH stock. And I guess a bunch of others had some stock options… Mister Big, Ozymandias, Kirk McClay… A bunch of dudes I forgot all about, honestly. They got THAT stock, too. And then… and this part is totally my bad, dude. I guess they asked Roxy, and like, she’s been really jonesing for a new boat that’s big enough to keep another smaller boat inside of? And they offered her that kind of scratch for another couple of percents, you know? And after all was said and done, I think they have… uh, lemme think…”


Vinnie starts counting on his fingers, but Elon cuts him off.


ELON MUSK: “Fifty-one percent! The three men you see here, the Trillion Dollar Triumvirate, have acquired a controlling stake in the XWF! And just like I did with the federal government, I will be quickly streamlining this company into a more productive and far less wasteful endeavor. Our combined wealth and power is boundless, isn’t that right, Jeffrey?”


Bezos blinks, making millions of dollars while he does so, and then replies.


JEFF BEZOS: “Completely true, Elon. We are unstoppable. The most omnipotent financial force in the history of humankind. And our resources are enormous as well… Amazon is untouchable, we basically are the only place people buy things anymore. And Mark here controls information. Right Mark?”


THE ZUCK: “Call me Zuck, Jeff. We talked about this. Anyway, he’s right, cuz. WORD UP!”


The Zuck throws some gang signs as Elon continues.


ELON MUSK: “Don’t worry Vincent, we still need you to run the wrestling aspect. You can keep your big office. But you work for us now, and things are going to change!... Tesla Robot referees! Generative AI on commentary! A ring that looks like a biiiiiiiiig Cybertruck!

“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: Uh… Musky Musk? You just said I’d be handling the wrestling aspect. The referees… the commentators… the ring… I think that all falls under the umbrella of ‘wrestling’. Unless you mean I’ll just be running the talent? Like, the wrestlers?

ELON MUSK: Oh, that reminds me. We’ll also be handling staffing of the roster. I.E. the wrestlers. Apparently, my co-board members want to charge international wrestlers $100,000 a year to wrestle with us and, as a naturalized citizen, I’m NOT happy about it!

…

ELON MUSK: I mean, we’re still going to do it, but… Look at my face!



See? Solidarity!


“Loverboy” Vinnie Lane: “So yeah… uh… sorry about all that. Totally dropped the ball on this, but it’ll probably be all right! Right? I mean, we still got a kick butt main event to see, right everyone? The Universal title is on the line at Relentless Number Nine! Wooo!”

ELON MUSK: “That’s enough, Vinnie. Airtime costs money! Allow your new handlers to escort you back to your desk.”


From the back, Dwayne “The Grok” Johnson and Dogerlord appear! They flank Vinnie as the crowd boos and then lead him back down the ramp and to the back.


ELON MUSK: “Vinnie, don’t forget that you will also be monitored at all times by the new and improved TESLA CamBots!”





THE ZUCK: “Hey y’all don’t get heated! In DA CLERB, we ALL fam!”


ELON MUSK: “Enjoy the show, you beautiful wallets full of cash! Don’t forget to vote against radical leftists and continue to spend all of your time on X!”

The feed ends and the energy in the crowd is one of panic!

JC: Oh God… Thad Duke is out… And the XWF is now co-owned by three richest internet billionaires! What does this mean for the XWF?!? The Revolution?!? The Corporation!!!

BG: Y’all in next Warfare to find out!

---

The shot cuts to the arena parking lot. A motorcade of black SUVs screeches to a halt under the lights. Security men in matching suits jump out and form a protective wall. The back door of the center SUV swings open.

Out steps a little man in a tailored suit, his shoulders squared and chest puffed like he owns the planet. His hair is slicked back with far too much grease, and the smirk on his face is so fake it looks like it was surgically implanted.



BG: “Wait, who the heck is this bozo and what’s he doing on screen?! We have a major show going on here!”

JC: “I’m not sure, Brody- but I’m hearing in my headpiece that this IS a part of our scheduled content!”

BG: “Well who’s this guy, and what does he want?!”

JC: “I think we’re all about to find out, Brody!”

The guards escort him into the arena and through the halls until he emerges onstage. A spotlight slams down on the little man as he struts down a velvet carpet that stretches all the way to the ring. Inside, a golden podium has been set up at his height, polished and gleaming.

He climbs up and adjusts his tie as a confused hush spreads throughout the audience.

Then he grips the microphone, smirk widening.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Losers and layabouts. Pretenders and posers. Let me introduce myself. I am… “Big” Dick Lichter!”

BG: “Big?”

“And I’ve been hanging out on the sidelines for years as you people have called Anarchy a ‘micro show.’ A sideshow. A brand that isn’t big enough for the spotlight. Well guess what? Anarchy isn’t micro! And neither am I, for the record!”

The little man jabs a finger at the hard camera as the audience murmurs.

“You want history? You want legacy? My name is Lichter. That name is carved into the DNA of this company. My third cousin, twice removed, Boots Lichter, made his bones right here in the XWF during Anarchy’s glory days. He bled for the blue brand. He turned Anarchy into a proving ground for legends. But you people have squandered what he built- and now my favorite TV show has turned into a complete and total joke!”

BG: “Boots Lichter? Who the hell was that guy?”

JC: “I’m hearing in my earpiece that Boots used to be a jobber on Anarchy a few years ago! And apparently, his cousin thinks he’s a legend for it!”

The crowd starts to boo the little man as his huge ego begins taking over the room. He straightens his tie, pacing behind the podium like a CEO about to announce a hostile takeover.

“So thanks to THE CORPORATION, we are going to be turning the Anarchy brand around. We’re not just going to right the ship, we’re going to drive it into waters never before treaded!”

JC: “Wait a second Brody, what’s he saying?!”

BG: “It sounds to me like this guy made some sort of DEAL with The Corporation- a DEAL for Anarchy!”

“But I didn’t just buy a piece of this sinking ship: I bought the entire show- roster and all! So as of tonight, I am appointing myself the new General Manager of Anarchy!”

JC: “But what about Jimmy Stars?!”

BG: “This sounds like a hostile takeover of Anarchy!”[/white]

The new GM of Anarchy wears a smug smirk as he paces around the ring with his microphone, completely ignoring the jeers of the ravenous crowd.

Which means there will be no more jokes about the little show that could. No more whispers about castoffs. No more nobodies pretending to be somebodies. Under my BIG DICK’S leadership, Anarchy is going BIG TIME! And if you don’t like it? Too bad. Because now that ‘Big Dick’ Lichter is in charge, all you haters can LICHT MY DICK!”

The crowd bursts into a frenzy of hatred. Lichter raises his chin high, soaking in their anger like it’s a standing ovation.

“This is the dawning of a new era on XWF Anarchy. My era. The era where Anarchy stops being micro… and starts being massive!”

Blue confetti rains from the rafters as Lichter spreads his arms wide, basking in the storm of boos like it’s his coronation.

BG: “This can’t be real! This has to be some sort of a sick joke! No one even knows who this guy is, how can he suddenly be in charge of Anarchy?!”

JC: “I wouldn’t believe it either, Brody: but I’m hearing confirmation in my earpiece that it’s true! It’s all damn true!”

BG: “Oh dear God…help us.”

---

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"Realize" By AC/DC starts to play as the fans immediately jump to their feet with cheer. Out walks Barney Green, dressed in his classic ring gear. He slowly walks out and waves at the fans. He walks down to the ring and enters it. He waits in the corner as his music fades, but the crowd’s standing ovation never stops.

JC: “That’s XWF Legend Barney Green! He’s one of the most X-treme, most Hardcore, and most Beloved wrestlers to ever pass through our federation!”

BG: “But he’s got his hands full tonight! He’s not going to be picking on any newbie or some up-and-comer tonight.”







The opening guitar riff the Deftones’ “Kimdracula” hits the arena speakers as multicolored lights pour over the crowd. The lights slowly rotate color in a mesmerizing, psychedelic fashion as the camera pans over the excited crowd. They stand and cheer, partially excited to be on television but also excited because they know that this music signifies that they’re about to be in the presence of an XWF Legend.

Our view shifts to the entrance walkway, which is now blocked by a large pane of glass. On the glass, a name is painted:

AIDAN COLLINS

The viewer only has a moment to take in the glass before the glass explodes towards the camera as a foot kicks through and explodes the whole display!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop. Aidan Collins is here!

Aidan Collins–wearing navy blue trunks and boots adorned with his Infinity Crown logo in gold–takes a second to pose towards the camera before he winks and walks down towards the ring. As he walks, he high fives the crowd and vocalizes outwardly that he’s about to put on a hell of a show for the audience.

Aidan walks up the ring steps and walks down the apron to the center of the ring. He points out to the crowd before folding his arms in front of himself, giving the crowd ample time to pop off photos with their cell phones.

Aidan enters the ring through the middle rope. He shakes the ring official’s hand, now ready for the contest to begin.

BG: “Aidan Collins! They call him the Blizzard because has ICE in his veins, and he’s coming out here tonight to find out if the same holds true for Barney!”

JC: “This will be a legendary showcase between XWF legends! There’s no better place for a match-up of this caliber than Night 3 of Relentless!”

BG: “Aidan Collins was screwed over by Solomon Kline back on night 1, so he’s coming into this match with a little extra pep in his step!”

JC: “But will that righteous fury be enough to tip the scales in his favor against Barney Green? We’re about to find out- because we’re LIVE in MIAMI, and it’s TTIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEE!”

Barney Green - vs - Blizzard Singles

Blizzard immediately backs into the ropes. He points at Barney Green like he’s an eyesore. The crowd drowns him in boos. Barney paces, fists clenched, itching for a fight.

DING DING DING!

Blizzard steps forward. SLAP! Only to slap Barney across the face. The arena erupts. Blizzard laughs, wagging his finger.

BG: “Adian Collins is letting Barney know that he's not on Adian's level.”

Barney answers with a right hand, nearly knocking Blizzard out of his boots. Collins stumbles into the corner, clutching his jaw. Barney pounces, fists, elbows, wild headbutts a brawl breaking out instantly.

[white]BG: “The fans are losing their minds as Barney unloads years of frustration.”

JC: "The granddaddy of violence didn't show up to put on a "good show "; he's out here to make a statement."

Barney drags Blizzard out of the corner, whips him hard into the opposite buckle. WHAM! Collins hits chest-first, staggering back into a German suplex! Barney pops his hips and rolls through. Another one! Blizzard scrambles, crawling to the ropes, but Barney drags him back and drops a huge elbow across the chest. Cover!

ONE!

Blizzard kicks out quickly, rolling to his stomach and immediately sliding toward the ropes.

BG: "Barney has to do way more than that to get the win here tonight."

Barney yanks Collins up by the hair, but Blizzard rakes the eyes behind the ref’s back. The boos pour in as Collins wipes his jaw, still rattled. He smirks, sticking out his tongue at the crowd, then chops Barney across the chest. SMACK! The sound echoes but Barney just snarls, puffing his chest. Another chop and Barney fires back with a haymaker that drops Blizzard flat on his ass!

JC: "The fans can't believe what they're seeing."

BG: "Hell, I can't even believe what I'm seeing! Barney looks all the way back!"

Collins rolls to the floor, flailing his arms like he’s calling time-out. Barney stalks his prey, and the two start trading shots at ringside, fists, forearms, a whip into the guardrail! Blizzard crumples, holding his ribs, while Barney soaks up the cheers before he grabs a steel chair, raising it high, but the ref warns him off. The hesitation gives Collins just enough time to scramble away, clutching the barricade for safety.

JC: "Barney has to work on controlling his Xtreme instincts."

BG: "Like Hell he does! Barney knows what he's doing!"

Back inside, Blizzard stalls, jawing with the fans, pointing at Barney’s taped-up knee like it’s a target. Barney storms after him

JC: "Collins smartly bails to the floor."

BG: "I have a feeling this is some sort of-"

He slides back in, Barney tries to grab him but Bliz dropkicks the bad knee!

BG:"-Trap! SEE! Collins is a smart tactician in the wrestling ring, make no mistake.”

Barney crumbles. Blizzard circles like a shark, smirking, stomping that knee, dragging Barney into a Buffalo Sleeper. Barney claws at the mat, nearly fading, but the crowd claps him back to life. With one good leg, Barney surges up, mule kicks free, and rattles Bliz with a desperate Dreamaker!

JC: "Both men are down!"

BG: "What a match!"

Collins crawls to the ropes, wiping sweat from his face in disgust. Bliz turns to jaw with the fans giving Barney just enough time to explode with a Foleyplex that drops Blizzard hard.

BG: "I think there's a grease mark where Barney leveled him!”

Barney mounts him and rains down punches with his one good eye glaring. The crowd chants “BAR-NEY! BAR-NEY!”

JC: "Well if it wasn't there before it sure is now."

Collins flops onto his stomach after the Foleyplex, clutching at his back like he’s been electrocuted. Barney shakes his fists at the sky, firing up the crowd, before dragging Blizzard to his feet. He shoves him into the corner and starts hammering away with clubbing rights and lefts, raw, stiff shots that send sweat flying into the front row.

BG: “Listen to this crowd! Barney’s feeding off every decibel in this arena!”

JC: “That’s the thing about Barney, he doesn't just fight for himself, he fights with the people, and right now he’s running on pure adrenaline!”

The fans count along with each blow: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Collins slumps in the corner, arms draped over the ropes. Barney grabs a handful of scraggly hair and rips him out with a short-arm clothesline that nearly takes his head off.

JC: “Clothesline!”

BG: “Barney’s in the zone. No pin, no pause, just punishment!

Barney doesn’t even go for the cover, he’s got too much adrenaline. He drags Collins up and plants him with a snapping DDT right in the middle of the mat!

JC: “Snapping DDT! Collins is spiked into the mat like a railroad spike!”

BG: “That’s a knockout shot if I’ve ever seen one, cover him, Barney, cover him!”

The crowd chants “HOLY GREEN! HOLY GREEN!” But Blizzard survives, rolling to the apron, then spilling to the floor like a drunk who’s had too much.

JC: “How in the world is Collins still alive in this match?!”

BG: “That’s not survival, that’s pure instinct. He doesn’t even know where he is, he’s running on fumes!”

The boos rain down as Collins staggers, wiping blood from his mouth.

BG: “This pro-Barney crowd despises him, and you can see why? He’s literally bleeding defiance.”

JC: “Spit and blood, that’s Blizzard’s cologne. He wears it proud.”

Barney follows, grabbing a steel chair from under the ring. He raises it high, and the crowd erupts, but Collins drop toeholds him into the ring steps! CLANG!

JC: “Oh no! Face-first into the steel! Barney’s knee buckled right across the steps!”

BG: “That’s the equalizer! All it takes is one mistake and Blizzard’s slimy enough to capitalize!”

Barney’s knee buckles against the steel, and he howls in pain, clutching it.

JC: “That knee could be shredded. Barney’s screaming in agony!”

BG: “And that sound you hear? That’s Blizzard’s opportunity knocking.”

Blizzard grins, wiping the sweat and spit off his chest in disgust. He struts toward the timekeeper, waving his arms, preening.

JC: “Oh, come on! He’s grandstanding while Barney’s in pain!”

BG: “That’s Blizzard for you, always gotta peacock while somebody else is broken on the floor.”

When he comes back up… he’s dragging out a glass table.

JC: “…No. No, no, no. Somebody stop this.”

BG: “Oh, he’s not stopping, he’s escalating! A glass table? We’re about to see something grotesque!”

Blizzard, desperate, rolls to the outside and pulls out his weapon of choice, a glass table. He slides it into the ring with a sinister grin, setting it up in the corner.

He turns around, licking his lips, motioning for Barney to get up. But as he spins...

JC: "OH MY GOD!"

SMASH!!!

Barney blasts Blizzard in the face with a bundle of light tubes! Shards explode everywhere, blood instantly pouring down Blizzard’s perfect face. The crowd erupts and goes absolutely bat shit!

JC: "Why is the referee allowing this?!"

BG: "Shut up! I'm glad this ref is keeping this match going. This match needs a winner! Do you even hear the crowd?!"

Barney isn’t done. He grabs one of the broken tubes, raises it to his mouth, and bites down. The arena gasps in horror as he chomps the glass, then spits a spray of glittering shards into the air, the fragments raining down across the canvas like confetti. A grotesque, unforgettable image burned into the fans’ minds.

JC: "Classic Barney Green!"

Blizzard staggers backwards, blinded by blood, he stumbles into the corner then crashes through his own glass table with a sickening sound of shattering glass! Barney, bleeding himself from stray cuts, stumbles forward. He hauls Collins up out of the wreckage, hooks him, and drives him face-first with the Green Awakening right into the glass dust! Barney collapses across him, hooking the leg tight.



ONE!





TWO!




THREE!!!

WINNER: BARNEY GREEN

Barney rolls off, clutching his knee, his chest heaving, his one good eye wild with adrenaline. The crowd is molten, chanting his name as he rises to his feet, crimson dripping down his beard. The referee raises his arm high.

BG: "Incredible, what an incredible match! Blizzard is laying motionless in glass. The self-proclaimed “Greek God” is left humbled and broken."

JC: "Barney Green, the battered, one-eyed veteran, just proved he’s still got enough fight left in him to topple a would-be legend, in a brutal and unforgettable moment in XWF history."

---

Relentless comes back from commercial and we see Steve Sayors standing behind a podium with the XWF Hall of Legends logo affixed to it.



”It’s become a Relentless tradition to induct a worthy competitor into the Hall of Legends. And a loud minority would claim this induction is long overdue.”

“And by ‘loud minority’, I mean the man being inducted would say this is long overdue.”

*ba dum tish*

”...Thank you.” Sayors straightens his tie. ”But, on with the festivities… to induct our honoree tonight is the current reigning and defending Universal champion! Please join me in welcoming…

DOLLY WATERS!”

Sayors politely steps off-stage, clapping as he leaves…

And the crowd reaches a whole new decibel level as Dolly takes the podium!

Greetings Comrades!

Ya know…

When I was asked to do this tonight, my first thought was: maybe our honoree took a final, fatal blow to the head somewhere along the line… leaving a lasting, irreversible impact on their mental state.

Afterall, check me on this if I’m wrong, this might be the first time since XWF started doing these at Relentless that someone who isn’t already a member of the Hall of Legends gets to induct a new member into our Valhalla of Wrestling.

And hey, y’all… not so long ago, I myself was considered discardable. Yet here I am tonight… and I get the honor of inducting someone who has made a legitimate:

Lasting. Irreversible. Impact.

Not just on my career, though that's part of it… but on the entire landscape of professional wrestling, and especially the XWF.

Think about it. Every set of ropes, every ring step, every turnbuckle someone climbs in this company… This person has left their sweat, their blood, hell–the very fabric of their DNA– strewn across that canvas, again and again, in the name of competition.

As we look out at the landscape of wrestling today, you can feel the shift– the subtle change between what was expected of us versus what can be achieved. It might be slight sometimes, but it’s undeniable. It roars like a storm, leveling the field, reminding us what it truly means to be impactful. To be lasting. To be irreversible.

I know in my heart of hearts, that the architect of this storm–the force that changed the game–is the very person I have the honor of inducting tonight.

Last year, Theo Pryce got to honor a great XWF villain in the name of Eli James–A man, Theo joked, that never defeated him in a wrestling contest.

Tonight… I get to honor a man who’s been a great villain to everyone he faced between the ropes… and an even greater friend outside of them. A man I never beat in a wrestling contest.

BUT!!!

I did manage to draw with him once!

She smiles, joining the audience in laughter,

Other than this moment now, there is no greater honor I can imagine– considered to be standing, even once, on equal footing with a man whose legacy has redefined the XWF. A man who has left a lasting, irreversible, impact on this great sport.

So it is with the deepest respect, the loudest admiration, and the smallest smirk that I say…

COMRADES!

Witnesses to history!

Step forward and give your respect to a man whose legacy has shaped us all

The class of 2025 Inductee to the XWF Hall of Legends:

Mark Flynn!!!!!



Dolly steps to the side as “The King of the Midcarders” himself, dressed to the nines in a suit, emerges from the back…

…In his arms, his twenty-one-month old toddler NK, in a suit of his own…

The crowd ahhhhhhhs the small business-y Asian infant, as Flynn carefully carries him across the podium.

”What an hon-”

NK’s little foot kicks the microphone away…

The crowd oooohs even louder at the adorability of the child…

Flynn smirks, before adjusting the child from across his chest to over his shoulder…

”Hey, remember who’s getting inducted tonight! I only brought him up here cuz I knew you wouldn’t boo a baby.”

The crowd laughs, as Flynn bounces his child a little higher on his shoulder… as he reaches into his pocket for his cards…

”By the way, Dolly, if you actually check the record books, that draw was against MICHEAL GRAVES.”

The crowd chuckles at Flynn’s rhetorical cop-out. The camera cuts to Dolly, shaking her head laughing.

…Flynn turns to the crowd. ”Who I am NOT!”

The crowd chuckles a little more, as Flynn straightens his notecards, reading them…

”It is… an honor to be inducted in the Hall of Legends…”

…

”Where I’m sure the shrine denoting my legacy and achievements… will be destroyed and replaced by another bust of Preston Vanderlay Esquire.”

The crowd laughs and some ooooh at the directed barb.

Flynn laughs.

”Is he here? No? He quit? Then fuck him.”

The crowd laughs.

”Don’t know why you’re laughing. The Hall of Legends can spend $50,000 on James Raven busts but can’t afford a $20 an hour security guard to keep a rookie from smashing it to ‘make an impact.’”

Flynn chuckles at his own joke as the crowd giggles with him.

”I’ll stop…” He waves, appreciating the crowd for humoring him. “I don’t think anyone in their life has ever wanted to see a Mark Flynn standup routine.”

There’s some claps as he finally sets the notes on his podium to read his prepared remarks.

…

Flynn puts them away.

”One last thing. Who the fuck’s Default? I saw his name in the Hall once? Is that a typo? Like, is that the default setting on the plaque? Someone at the trophy shop should lose their job.”

The crowd laughs as Flynn seemingly can’t help himself but shoot and joke instead of respecting the moment.

Flynn exhales with a bashful smile. ”Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What an honor. I’ve heard some people take this very seriously.”

…

In the pregnant pause, someone laughs, which kicks off another giggle fit from the crowd.

”Okay, that wasn’t a joke.” Flynn grins ear-to-ear. ”That one’s on you guys.”

Finally, things calm down enough for Flynn to read his remarks.

”At one point in my career… This was all I wanted.”

“I felt like a place in the Hall of Legends would be a black mark on the record of every booker who rejected me when I was a kid struggling to make it in the business, wrestling in high school gyms and church parking lots…”

“Guys that called me too small. Too boring.”

“Takes.”

“Too.”

“Many.”

“Pauses.”

“I demanded this spot.”

“I craved it.”

“I dreamed of spending my Hall of Legends speech viciously dismantling every obstacle, verbally dissecting every idiot who said I’d never get here! DECLARING TOTAL VICTORY ON THE FOOLISH WRESTLING WORLD FOR DARING TO IGNORE MY GENIUS.”

…The mic pops from Flynn choking on it too hard. The crowd is quiet, but there’s some excitement in the room… this is the Flynn they were ready for.

…

Flynn bashfully grins.

“And now I’m here…”

“And all I ended up wanting to say was… Thank you.”

…The crowd claps for the show of good will.

”Thank you to Vinnie Lane for writing me a letter in 2021 so I’d put down the morphine needle long enough to come back home.”

“Thank you to Theo Pryce for inviting me to close our story together as teammates… and fucking finding a way to bring back LUCA ARZEGOTTI!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!? COULD YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT?!?” Flynn grins.

The crowd pops at the mention of XWF Legend Luca Arzegotti!!!

“Thank you to Thad Duke for deciding I’d make a decent star to stomp at Relentless and launching my career…”

Another HUGE pop for Thad!

“Thank you to Ned Kaye for taking a chance, one fateful WarGames, and believing in me when no one else did.”

“Thank you to Gator… because for the rest of my life I’m going to get residual checks for ‘Let’s Pin Flynn! Hosted by Gator!”

Another huge pop for Gator! Followed by a chant!

REBOOT! REBOOT! REBOOT!

”Have his people call my people.” Flynn riffs, flipping cards.

”Thanks to Dolly Waters…” Flynn smiles at his co-revolutionary in the crowd. ”...For everything.”

Another huge pop and applause for Dolly, who smiles back at Flynn.

”Thanks to Schizz, Irwin, Parkour, and Furry for always having my back…”

”Thank YOU!” Flynn raises NK above him like he’s giving a toast. ”For booing me so hard every show for the last four years, that they had to dedicate cash in the balance sheet to keep me around.”

The crowd ascends to their feet applauding Flynn, as he raises a hand acknowledging he wouldn’t be here without them.

”And final-”

”Paaaaaaaaapa.”

Flynn turns his head bemused as the crowd goes awwwww, NK crawls over his shoulder smacking the mic with his hand.

”Papa papa papa.”

…

Flynn beams with pride.

”Fuck’s sake, Even in my Hall of Legends speech, I’m getting upstaged.”

The crowd laughs as Flynn pecks his boy on the cheek, who smiles ear-to-ear in Flynn’s arms.

”That’s it. I’m putting him to bed. THANK YOU! GOOD NIGHT!”

The crowd applauds as Flynn exits the stage.

MORE RELENTLESS TO FOLLOW!


OOC: Sometimes in this game, I think it’s hard for us - being the narcissists that we are capable of being - to ever properly lend someone else their due.

Today, I’m happy to report that isn’t the case when it comes to myself and Mr. Mark Flynn.

When I returned to this game with Dolly, sometime in 2021, I had a lot of support from old friends who I had written with over the years. But perhaps the greatest deal of support I received, in terms of becoming a better writer, a better character, heck, a better roleplayer, didn’t begin to materialize until I befriended Mark Flynn.

Like him or love him (because I have a hard time understanding how anyone could do anything less than…), Flynn is a guy who was always as interested, if not more interested in YOUR story than he was his own. And I believe to this day, that’s exactly why he was able to, in just 4 years, parlay what was previously considered a career fit for a “king of the midcarders” into something… Legendary.

From the day he re-arrived in XWF, until now, this man has been wholly interested in telling the best stories possible, even if his character doesn’t always “look” the best as a result. That’s the type of selflessness, and interest in the game overall, that I truly think e-fedding by-and-large could take an example from.

Mark Flynn isn’t just “The King Of The Midcarders” he’s the champion of *us*…

I have no problem sitting here today and telling you, as empathically as possible: If not for Mark Flynn, I would have never achieved the goals I set out to accomplish years ago. Flynn, above probably anyone I’ve ever worked with (and I’ve worked with some genuinely great people who I love and respect wholly) will take an earnest, selfless, thoughtful look at your work, and try his best to guide you in the right direction. He did it for me… and it changed everything about my character.

I say this wholeheartedly: e-fedding needs more Mark Flynns.

Otherworldly talented competitors who are also selfless… who has ever heard of such a thing?

Luckily, anyone who has been involved in the XWF the last four years has.

I could go on and on about the nights me and this man spent up until the crack of dawn writing matches, trying our damndest to get shows out on time.

I could go on and on about the level of love and support this man has shown me at some of my most troubling times.

I could go on and on about him being the level of GOAT that all GOATs should aspire to…

But instead I’ll just leave you with this:

Mark Flynn embodies what the game of e-fedding, and e-fedders should be… not just impactful, irreversible and lasting… but genuine, and selfless, thoughtful and kind… who can also make your butthole clinch up every time he writes a promo against you.

Join me in applauding this man, celebrating his brilliant career, and welcoming him into the XWF Hall of Legends.

-Dylan (Dolly Waters)

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JC: And we’re onto the third night of a packed weekend… And what a weekend!

BG: Tha’s right, its been a helluva show as is and it’s only going to get better. There ain’t no warmups for night three - this is the main event show!

JC: Kicking us off is arguably one of the most problematic and dominant tag-team in the XWF - The Exiles.

BG: And they ain’t facing anyone but themselves, these two have been at each others throats long before they got force-fit into a team and today they’ll get the chance to settle some scores!

JC: Their third match-up, the second one-v-one matchup - and if I was gonna be honest… King’s got no chance.

BG: He really has been off his game recently, but let’s see what he can bring to the table today… Gotta at least give him a fighting chance eh’? I’m just happy for a slobberknocker.

JC: You’re right - in this match, they both lose and the rest of us WIN! WIN! WIN!

The screen above the ramp crackles to life, revealing the backstage locker room. A familiar space, where the XWF team had come together to take on Team Valor. Tonight, a lone Isaiah King is pictured - staring at himself in the mirror and throwing combination punches. 3-2-2, 4-2-1, 4-5-1.

“Heyyo, Izzy-boy. Helluva showing last night, knew I could count on you!” A gleeful Charlie Nickles slips behind Isaiah at the mirror, Isaiah’s eyes don’t track him. He swerves from left to right, mimicking… Mocking Isaiah’s routine.

“Partners one day… Two days, enemies the third - they really are SICK here, aren’t they?” Charlie continues to monologue, Isaiah tunes him out.

“So yeah… How certain do you think you can beat him?” Charlie stops swerving - staring at Isaiah through the mirror, standing behind him.

Isaiah’s combos falter.

“What do you want Charlie, we did what you needed last night… Time to leave me alone to do what I need to.” Isaiah tries to hide his fears.

“Y’know… As Acting General Manager I’m in the game of certainty.” Charlie continues.

“What’re you implying?” Isaiah responds.

“That if you need to be sure… You can count on me.” Simple.

“And all I have to do is signup to join The Corporation, let what you offered dear ol’ Solomon?” Biting.

“Yeah, it’s real simple. A little signature… A little time, and you can be done with Sebastian.”

Isaiah pauses his combos - he looks at himself in the mirror, standing still with Charlie behind one shoulder.

“Whaddya say, champ?” Charlies words hang in the air…

BZZZT The feed cut just as the lights in the arena cut out entirely.

The fans begin to buzz. The darkness holds for a moment before…



Fame by Royal Deluxe kicks in.


With each of the hits of the word “Fame” a spotlight flashes back and forth between the stage and a random spot in the audience. On the screen, the images alternate between key moments from the career of Sebastian Everett-Bryce, S.E.B. and Empire.

BG: That’s his championship entrance! This match is ALL STAKES!

After the final Fame, the lyrics end.


The screen flashes with the words Welcome to the Empire.

As the beat drops, Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, lit up by a bright spotlight, his head covered by the hood of his jacket. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket, zipped to the waist. The jacket, which is cut away at the bottom and only runs down the back of his legs, is patterned with an elongated Union Flag, but it appears to be cracked, and broken. Distressed. His tights are short, with the initials S.E.B. emblazoned upon the front.


The lights lift and Seb makes his way to the ring, stretching his neck from side to side as he walks, he slaps hands with fans as he walks, stopping with a random fan and staring into the camera and shouting “My Empire, right here!”. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes before standing in the middle of the ring.


He pulls back his hood.


The beat drops again, he flashes his arms out to a side, a satisfied smirk upon his face, he holds the position for a moment, to allow the crowd to take pictures, before pulling off his Jacket to reveal “EMPIRE” on the back of his tights.

As his music comes to an end, Seb backs to the corner and leans, with a satisfactory smirk upon his face.

JC: Coming on after that is gonna be tough, but if anyone knows tough - it’s Isaiah King!

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The bell rings almost immediately, as if the bell-dood didn’t want to waste a single moment of this electrifying match up… But the competitors don’t dive in. They both stand up to each other in the middle of the ring. Their faces, their bodies reveal the beat down they’ve both suffered over the last two nights - and their eyes reveal the pain and frustration the other has caused them. Their tag-titles lie next to each other next to the announcer’s table, glistening in the light.

The ref comes up between them to push them apart before yelling “FIGHT”.

Isaiah King - vs - Sebastian Everett-Bryce

Isaiah stands his ground, while Sebastian takes a few steps back and leans against the ropes. The stern frustration is replaced by a practiced smirk, tugging at his lips - he knows exactly how to mess with Isaiah.

Across from him, Isaiah crouches low, fists clenched and eyes never leaving his rival-and-partner. The air between them is heavy, not just with anticipation but with months of tension compressed into one moment.

Isaiah starts to half circle, and finally SEB pushes himself off the ropes and lazily joins him. King twitches forward, just a half-step, but the Emperor doesn’t flinch. He just raises a brow and tilts his head. COMMIT

Finally, King lunches, locking up into a collar-and-elbow tie up but finds himself on the backfoot. SEB drinks the force in, pivots his hips and drives Isaiah back into the corner with ease. The referee slides between them and as SEB let’s go, he gives Isaiah a gentle slap across the chin.

You can do better.

JC: Sebastian is really taunting him now!

Isaiah shakes his head and charges again, this tiem dunking under SEB’s effort and wrapping his hands around his waist. For a second, Isaiah gets some leverage, but quickly SEB slips his hands between Isaiahs - surgical precision. He spin, slips, sweeps and Isaiah finds himself on his back. The fall takes wind outta Isaiah and a followup boot finishes the trick. The referee drops to a pin but SEB removes his foot before he can count one.

The crowd eats it up, half cheering, half jeering as SEB walks back ito the ropes and leans against them.

“C’mon Princey, COME ON.” SEB shouts at him.

BG: Pride come before the fall SEB, don’t poke the prince.

Isaiah rolls back to his feet, inhaling deeply and clenching back frustration. There’s heat in his eyes, simmering. They circle one again, Isaiah feints, ducks low, drive a elbow into SEBS ribs. Its enough to cause the Emperor to stumble, and the crowd buzzes with excitement. Isaiah slips into a familiar combo, striking his hut, shoulder and chest with a series of vicious punches.

JC: Isaiah is really giving it to him!

A combo followed by another drives SEB back into a corner, guarding his vitals as best as he can. Isaiah refuses to relent, mounting the second rope and reigning fists down onto the head, cheek, chin and neck. The crowd counting gleefully along with the referee.

Finally Isaiah eases up, hopping off and screaming at the fans to make some noise.

SEB lunges forward then. “You wanna go?”

He leaps into the air and Isaiah braces himself for a tie-up but from-



JC: EMPIRE KICK!!

BG: Sebastian’s going for the KILL FROM OUTTA-

-NOWHERE. Isaiah’s head slams off SEB’s boot and crashes into the mat, sending him into the corner. SEB pulls himself back up onto his feet and the crowd’s initial shock silence breaks into a ruckus roar! SEB drops to a squat, arms resting on his knees. Patience.

The crowd begins to count!

1!!!!!!


2!!!!!!

Isaiah stirs in the corner.

3!!!!!

Isaiah raises a hand up to a rope, gripping it tightly.

4!!!!

Isaiah pulls himself to his feet and the crowds roaring just gets even louder. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head and stares down Sebastian, who’s still squating in the center of the ring.

“Really, King? You wanna get scrappy? I’ll show you scrappy.” Sebastian yells out for the world to hear. He raises to his feet, sticks an arm out and beckons Isaiah like he’s Neo.

With a roar, Isaiah lunges forward once more. SEB expects him to duck, dropping his center of gravity to counter it. But his partner is just a little slower on his feet, just a little more fatigued. He gets his timing off and his expectations out of wack - Isaiah simply shoulder barges into him, thick muscled shoulders slamming into his chin. Isaiah wrap an arm around SEB’s head, pulling him back into a tight headlock with one hand and rains shots into his side with the other. With a heave, Isaiah grabs the back of SEB’s shorts and drives his head back down into the mat with a DDT!


JC: BRUTAL DDT FROM THE PRINCELING!!!

BG: SEB’s gonna have trouble remembering today after that one!!

Isaiah waists no time, sliding on his belly and keeps his headlock applied, now lying down on the mat. Isaiah wrenches hard and Sebastian curses in a sophisticated way… Like only he knows how.

The crowd starts to chant Isaiah’s name - willing him to rip Sebastian’s head off. They’re eating up this partner-on-partner violence.

Seb starts to rhythmically slam his fist on the mat, a rhythm the crowd quickly catches on to. With a deep inhale he reaches up, hooking two fingers into Isaiah’s nose and wrenches back, forcing the man to release the headlock on him.

Quickly SEB rolls back onto his feet, his own head now ringing from the DDT. He rolls his neck, trying to bring himself some sweet relief.

He looks to Isaiah, and claps for his partner mockingly, slow and deliberate… All a ploy to rattle Isaiah. And it works - Isaiah glares back, wipes his mouth and storms forward, to hell with technique. It’s time to bring the fire. He barrels into SEB with a flurry of fists, raw and reckless - driving him back step by step. SEBs smirk starts to falter.

This is fury, not discipline.

Each strike draws a reaction from the crowd, King backs SEB into a corner before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him into the opposing side.

King wastes no time, rushing him in the corner and leaping into the air - nailing SEB with a knee to the face. He drops to the mat, grab’s SEB by the head again and pull him off the corner into a running bulldog!


JC: He’s taking the dog out on a walk!

Isaiah rolls his partner over for a pin, not out of hope for a win but purely on instinct. The referee drops to the mat.

1!!!

Sebastian kicks out immediately, slapping away and nailing Isaiah in the face. He pulls himself back up onto his feet and yells at the crowd once more.

“Is this the guy you thought could beat me? C’mon guys, this is a waste of time.”

Isaiah seethes, sitting up on one knee, before raising himself back up. Chest heaving, eyes locked. Feral.

He mouths the words, the camera barely catches it - “Don’t you bloody look down on me.”

The crowd rallies, sensing the shift. Isaiah stalks Sebastian, hanging a hand out infront of him teasingly.

SEB takes the hand willingly, pulling Isaiah in for a test of strength. Isaiah quickly drops to a knee, reaching between Sebastian's legs to hoist his partner on his shoulders. SEB clocks the move, leaping over Isaiah and catching King with a leaping arm bar.

Isaiah twists along with his arm, trying to lock his hands to prevent the submission. SEB bails on the last moment, rolls up to his feet surprisingly fast and hits a low dropkick to a kneeling Isaiahs face, Isaiahs head rocks back but the man refuses to fall

Springing to his feet again, SEB bounds off the ropes and SHINING WIZARD!!


BG: Isaiah is completely battered, big move after big move!

The lights stutter as legs meet head, the arena itself glitches before a familiar song bursts through the speakers.

The crowd goes from buzzing to a furious boo!



JC: WHAT’S CHARLIE DOING HERE?

BG: He’d offered a contract out, maybe he’s here to fulfill it!

JC: There’s no way Isaiah took that deal?

BG: He’s not been on his game, maybe Nickles promised something too good to resist.

Charlie Nickles, GROK and Matthias Syn all come walking out through the curtains and pose for the cameras at the top of the ramp. The camera cuts back to the ring, where Isaiah lays flat out on the map, with Sebastian grabbing the bottom rope next to him for support. SEB looks from Charlie to Isaiah and back to Charlie, a quizzical look on his face.

“The hell is he doing out here?” Seb yells at the exhausted Isaiah, who simply shakes the cobwebs out of his head and struggles to get up.

The three members of The Corporation stroll down towards the ring, standing right infront of it. SEB pulls himself up to his feet, braces himself and hesitates for a second before steeling himself. He moves himself to the far corner from Isaiah, and stalks his opponent.

Isaiah pulls himself slowly to his feet, he blinks a few times and his eyes widen suddenly. “The hell are you doing here?” He says, looking away from Charlie and his cronies. Sebastian doesn’t seem to notice.

Isaiah finally manages to raise up, still looking away from SEB and Charlie. Seb rushes him, winding up the Empire Kick to put the match away!

EMPIR-


NO!!!!

JC: IT’S SOLOMON KLINE!!

BG: He just partnered these two men last night, and todays he’s out to save ISAIAH?

Solomon, having slipped in from the crowd, grabs Isaiah by the ankles and pulls him out under the ropes - narrowly missing Sebastian’s boot.

Sebastian crashes into the ropes, entangling himself into them, just as Charlie and his goons slip through the bottom rope and into the ring.

JC: Ref do something about this!
The official seems to oblige, rushing Charlie to stop him, only to come face-to-face with GROK.

Charlie and Syn slips between them and the boos of the crowd rise to a deafening roar.

“LET THEM FIGHT!! LET THEM FIGHT!! LET THEM FIGHT!!”

JC: This is disgusting, Nickels has a match later tonight and he should be focusing on that.

BG: He’s acting GM, he can honestly… Do whatever he wants.

JC: No… Isaiah wouldn’t sell out like this.

On the outside, Isaiah is shoving Solomon off him - who has a devious smile painted on his face. In one hand he has a long kendo stick, a trophy from his friday night beat down of Aidan Collins.

Sebastian in the ring is pulling himself to his feet, he gets into Charlie’s face and berates him. “Charlie, I have no clue what you’re doing here… we worked together for one night only - you better dance your way out of here before I take all three of you out.”

Charlie grins and shrugs, slipping back out of the ring and calling Solomon and Grok off too.

JC: What is Charlie scheming?

BG: Looks like he’s listening to Sebastian!

“You wanna watch them fight? Fine be me… Beat each other up, just know The Corporation is watching…” Charlie sticks his hands in the air, gives Isaiah a firm pat on the back and pushes him back towards the ring.

It’s Isaiah’s turn to look in confusion, as he rolls into the ring and stands before Sebastian.

“What was that, Isaiah? What’s going on here?” Sebastian questions.

“Charlie is just playing games with this business, like he always does. I don’t know what his game is today.” Isaiah responds curtly.

“You better be right cos dear Solomon just saved your ass from going to sleep, princess.” Sebastian retorts, sending a rush. of anger through Isaiah.

Isaiah creaks his neck, takes a step away from Sebastian - turning his back to him. Sebastian goes to grab Isaiah’s arm and force him to face him when the Tag Champ spins o spins on his heel and throws a vicious


BUT NO..!!

Sebastian catches the elbow, spinning with it, shoving Isaiah against the ropes. As Isaiah stumbles onto the ropes and back to him - Sebastian wraps his arms around Isaiah’s waist and throws him back into a vicious release belly-to-belly!

SOMEHOW ISAIAH LANDS ON HIS FEET, ROLLING AWAY ALMOST LIKE A SUPERHERO.

JC: WHAT ATHLETCISM!

BG: Our GM definitely game him some time to catch his breath

JC: Who’s side are you on?

Sebastian curses under his breath and bounds off the ropes![/white]

BG: Another Empire Kick before Isaiah can recover?!

Just as Sebastian shoots off the ropes, two sets of hands come out to grab him by each foot, forcing him to slam face first into the mat.

JC: What’s the referee doing??

BG: Chatting it up with our General Manager it seems!

JC: While those goons Syn and Kline mess with the Emperor!

Isaiah raises up from his crouch and see’s Sebastian in a vulnerable state. Legs still gripped by the Corporation pair.

“Put him to sleep!” Solomon yells out from the outside, signalling for a Royal Inquistion, Dragon Sleeper. Isaiah glances from his partner to his belts, to Charlie up on the apron who gives him a light wink just as he lets the referee return to work.

Isaiah approaching Sebastian, bends down a little and reaches out to his partner.

BG: The scheming prince is going to do it! He’s going to put the Emperor to sleep!

JC: No!

Isaiah King reach out to Sebastian’s shoulder, lifting his partner, now bleeding off the mat. He throws a hand in the air…

AND FLIPS OFF CHARLIE AND THE CORPORATION!

He pulls Sebastian to his feet and steadies him. Sebastian spits blood out onto Isaiah’s boots and glares at him with distrust but is too groggy to retaliate.

“KILL HIM” Charlie screams from the outside!

Isaiah flips him off again before letting go of Sebastian, stepping out infront of him and shooing the Corporation out. Charlie shrugs his shoulders shaking hsi head, and starts to walk away, hands behind his head.

Isaiah turns back to Sebastian, who’s standing bleeding and glaring at him - eager to kick his partner’s head in.

“Let’s get back to it, partner” Isaiah mumbles, fully aware that he’d escaped Sebastian’s finish twice now.

SMACK!!!


JC: SOLOMON KLINE WITH THE KENDO STICK ON THE HEIR APPARENT!

BG: Yikes! Looks like he took some skin off with that one!

Isaiah drops to a knee just as the another kendo strike comes raining down on his neck. The referee squeals and goes to call for a disqualification

JC: Isaiah’s going to win this on a disqualification?!

GROK comes lunging at the referee, slamming into him and knocking him clear unconscious before the bell is rung.

Sebastian is still trying to recover from the surprise, dropping low and gearing up for an attack. A few more kendo strikes leaves Isaiah lying on the mat in a growing pool of his own blood.

Sebastian growls in frustration, having to rescue his partner once more. Rushing in and slamming the crazed Solomon with a vicious forearm. The crowd pops at the huge, reluctant saviour.

But then Syn slides into the ring right behind him, sliding a hand around Sebastian’s neck and dropping him into a backbreaker. SEB grabs at his spine in pain.

Kline continues his kendo assault, now taking turns on both Sebastian and Isaiah, blood splattering onto his clothes.

NO CONTEST

Charlie stands by the top of the ramp, mic in hand.

“This… This is what happens when you forget the powers that be. When you think you can be ANYTHING without support from The Corporation. This is the future, baby - not your little bromance… THIS!” Charlie yells out through the speakers.

Officials rush out from the back, rushing past Charlie and making their way to the ring.

JC: Oh my… That is brutal, there is so much blood.

BG: This… This is the XWF.

“And you two’s pretty little Relentless weekend ends just as it started. With the Corporation making the rules. Sebastian. Isaiah. You want respect? You want to be the best? Fine. Prove it against my boys. Solomon. Syn. Prove it against the new Kings of this business!” Charlie gloats as the feed cuts to save the fans from more bloodshed.

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BAMA: And here we are, the penultimate ANARCHY brand match for the entirety of Relentless! And it’s for no less than the most coveted prize in the entire XWF!

TODD: “The most coveted prize”? That’s a bold statement!

BAMA: I might be biased! Anyway, this has quickly shaped up into a heated confrontation between these two!

TODD: Indeed it has.

BAMA: So heated in fact that Corey Smith got confused and cut his entire Relentless promo on Mark Flynn instead of Michael Graves!

TODD: ….

BAMA: What?!

TODD: Nevermind, friend! But yes, this all started on Anarchy’s go home show to Relentless. What was likely a one off contest….

BAMA: That Michael Graves won!

TODD: Has blossomed into a heated feud with Corey Smith calling Graves….who he is insisting is Mark Flynn is disguise…a no account rotten human being because he invoked the name of Corey’s deceased boyfriend Pan in a joke.

BAMA: And Graves took exception to Corey’s attempt at identity theft, after Corey claimed he was actually Graves for the last year. But now Corey is saying Flynn is actually Graves and…oh holy hell this IS migraine inducing!

TODD: Let’s just go to the ring for the entrances, BAMA.



The arena is pitch black and the melancholy opening tunes to “Identity” begin. But as the song starts to pick up in intensity, down in the entry way, you see a Jericho-esque light up jacket glow brilliantly. Then, twin explosions emit from either side of the ramp and the lights turn on in a swirling red and blue pattern that throb in sync with the beats of the song. Corey comes down the ramp, the jacket now flashing intermittent heart and lightning bolt patterns. On the 'Tron you see images of Corey/Lux pulling off fantastic moves, intercut with blur effects on Corey's face that obscure his features in an eerie way.

Corey gets on the ring apron, throwing his arms over the top rope as the jacket keeps flashing. He looks pumped as hell, and starts pointing out at the fans before rushing to the top rope, surveying the crowd from on high, before dropping down to the canvas and handing off his jacket. He paces the ring now, waiting for the match to begin as the music and lighting effects wind down.

Suddenly, there’s the strum of a banjo heard from off-stage…



As the banjo strings are plucked, ‘Graves’ strolls down the ramp… As an entourage follows him!

Irwin, Mark Flynn’s #1 fan is plucking the banjo, playing the folk song…

Behind *him* are the Students of Gravy.

Miss Furry paws at a triangle, which isn’t plugged into anything…

While Peter Parkor brings up the rear, holding a microphone…

Peter raises the mask over his lips and lifts the mic.

♫ You may think that you’re neutral ♫
♫  There are no neutrals though ♫
♫ You’re either with the wrestlers ♫
♫ Or a pawn of the CEOs ♫

The fans join in, knowing the chorus by heart…

WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?

‘Graves’ continues to walk down the ramp to the beat, staring at the challenger in the ring… as the entourage behind him plays…

♫ The Boss wants us divided ♫
♫  He don’t want this song sung ♫
♫ But us wrestlers, we fight until ♫
♫ That final bell is rung  ♫

♫ It’s been a long time, Corey ♫
♫ We know just why you’re here ♫
♫ Your heart and soul are empty ♫
♫ Hollow like the Engineer ♫

WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?

BAMA: DAMN! Michael Graves repeating his dismissive entrance from the last Anarchy with a shot aimed right at Corey Smith once more. So nice he did it twice!

TODD: And there is the champ, folks! The longest reigning Anarchy champion of all time! Certainly the longest reigning champion of XWF’s modern era. Like him or hate him, you can’t deny Michael Graves’....

BAMA: Oh crap….look at the ring!!

As soon as Graves got on the ring apron, Corey launched himself at him! Graves spills to the floor, landing amidst his entourage! Corey goes to the outside and takes off his jacket and proceeds to wrap it around Graves’ throat and choke him!

TODD: We knew Corey was upset but this match hasn’t even started and Corey is already looking to kill Graves!!

Corey looks at Graves entourage and spits “DO SOMETHING!” at them, challenging them to intervene. Finally, Peter Parkor gathers up to the courage to stop Corey, coming in to attack him. Corey drops Graves and the jacket and Corey levels Peter Parkor with a super kick! Irwin and Miss Furry rush to the downed Peter to aid him as Graves, gagging and sputtering, starts to crawl away. Corey turns back to Graves and runs at him, clipping him with a low angle dropkick to his torso that rolls Graves over. Graves goes to the crowd control barricade, using it to get up, but Corey clotheslines him up and over it!

Meanwhile, the beleaguered referee is barking for the two men to get in the ring!

Corey gestures for a fan to get up and grabs his chair. Corey raises the steel chair above his head and brings it crashing down across Graves’ back! Graves cries out in pain and stumbles away, back over the crowd control barricade, looking to escape the danger zone of the expensive seats. Corey follows Graves as Grave slides in the ring, still favoring his back. Corey attempts to get in the ring with the chair, but the ref stops him and says no dice!

TODD: Corey knows better than this, BAMA. But he’s just seeing red!

BAMA: He certainly hates him some Michael Graves….or Mark Flynn…or whoever!

Corey finally disposes of the chair and climbs in the ring. Graves is back on his feet, trying to shake off the damage Corey’s already done. Corey goes into an aggressive lock up with Graves, but Graves has the wherewithal to counter it into an arm bar. Graves then kicks out at Corey’s knee to drop him and tries to go for a swinging neckbreaker. But Corey ducks and Graves hits the mat. Both men then kip up to their feet in unison! Corey goes for a kick, but Graves blocks and chops Corey! Corey reels and Corey returns fire with a chop of his own, followed by a brazen headbutt to Graves chin!

BAMA: This is certainly not Corey’s normal moveset. A headbutt?

TODD: Corey’s acting out of pure rage. It’s obvious he’s gonna do whatever it takes tonight!

Graves reels back and Corey follows up with a side kick to Graves’ stomach, which doubles him up. Corey then sinks down low and tags Graves with a brutal chop to the throat!

TODD: Another devious move from the normally light hearted Smith!

Corey doesn’t let up, but this time Graves his ready. He rakes Corey in the eyes!

BAMA: Now Graves is fighting dirty too! I think he’s gonna have to!

It’s Corey’s turn to stumble back, holding his eyes! Graves goes on the attack, now lashing out with a series of kicks to Corey’s legs!

BAMA: Corey’s a deadly stiker, Graves is trying to shut down those legs early on.

Graves backs Corey into the corner and then irish whips him with authority into the far corner, following up quickly behind with a knee lift to Corey’s cuts, and then a running bulldog out of the corner! Graves goes for a quick cover on Corey!

1…


2…NO! Corey kicks out with authority!

Corey jacks Graves jaw with a punch as he kicks out and gets to a vertical position, lashing out with a series of kicks and stomps to Graves as Graves tries to get to his feet himself. Finally, Corey lands a solid punt to the side of Graves head and jumps on top of him, beginning to fumble with the back of Graves’ mask!

TODD: Oh no! Corey’s trying to unmask the champion!

Corey’s able to get some of the ties loose before Graves is able to fight him off, but in the scuffle Graves’ mask gets twisted up, obscuring his vision. Noticing this, Corey grabs it by the eye holes and twists it even more! Corey continues his grip on the mask, and starting laying in a series of punches to the blinded Graves!

BAMA: He’s gotta get that mask turned back around or he’s a sitting duck!

Corey whips the blinded Graves into the ropes and on the rebound tackles him with a Loe Thesz press followed by more closed fists blows! Graves is finally able to throw Corey off of him and he rolls out of the ring to continuing fixing his mask. Miss Furry comes over to help….but they’re both interrupted by Corey performing a huge running dive on them through the ropes, taking out Graves and Furry!

TODD: Miss Furry is collateral damage in this match! Graves is running out of allies.

Corey grabs Graves and viciously throws him into the ring post! Graves clangs off of it, his body spinning for the force of it! The ref starts counting them out.

1….



2….



3……



Corey lays in some more stomps on Graves before realizing the count is on and sending him back in the ring. Graves, in pain but aware, skitters back, still trying to fix his mask.

Corey reenters the ring and charges at Graves, but out of pure instinct Graves side steps him and is finally able to fix his mask.

TODD: I think the champ can see again!

Corey turns around to come at Graves again but Graves counters with a big time running knee lift! Corey hits the canvas and Graves goes to the middle turnbuckle and hits a precision knee drop to Corey’s forehead! Corey bucks in pain. Graves then picks Corey up and tosses him into the corner, unloading on him with a series of nasty chops! Corey sinks down to the canvas and Graves finishes off his attack by stomping Corey a few times for good measure!

But the champion doesn’t stop there. He pulls Corey out of the corner and gut wrenches him up and onto his shoulders!

BAMA: He’s going for the GRAVES CONSEQUENCES, TODD!!

TODD: Indeed he is, but….

Suddenly, Corey slinks out and lands behind Graves, reaching up and over and drilling him down with a reverse facebuster! Corey grabs at one of Grarves’ legs for a cover!

1….



2…..NO! Champ kicks out at 2!


Corey gets to his feet again and pulls Graves up by his mask, which is still fitting loosely. Corey nails Graves with a few more vicious right hooks before stabbing a thumb in Graves’ eye!


TODD: Again, very uncharacteristic for Corey!

Graves puts some distance between himself and Corey, but Corey won’t relent. He performs a double leg takedown on Graves and proceeds to jam his thumbs in both Graves’ eyes!!

TODD: Corey threatened to do this in his promo! He’s going to blind the Anarchy champion!

The ref is on it in an instant, yelling at Corey to stop and threatening a DQ. But Corey’s not stopping!

BAMA: Oh come on Corey, don’t let it end this way!

Finally, at the last possible second Corey relents. Graves kicks and grabs at his eyes. A thin trickle of blood pokes through the eye hole and rolls down Graves’ cheek!

TODD: Oh….the damage might have been done here….

Corey again picks up Graves by his mask, and Graves swings at him wildly and desperately. Corey blocks the shot and lands another headbutt on Graves! Corey then tags Graves with a swinging neckbreaker which he parlays into another cover!

1….




2…….




3…….NO! The champ rolls a shoulder up!


Corey slaps the canvas in frustration and hoists Graves back up. He tags Graves with a spinning backfist that sends him into the ropes. Corey then irish whips him into the ropes, but Graves puts on the breaks, wraps his arms around the top rope and slides out of the ring, trying to regain his vision as a narrow canal of blood continues to seep from the eye hole of his mask.

Corey slides out of the ring to follow Graves and lunges at him, but Graves is somehow able to dodge and propel Corey into the crowd control barricade.

BAMA: Man, even blinded the champ has uncanny awareness!

Corey rolls over in pain, having struck his head on the barricade. Meanwhile Graves continues to paw at his eyes, blinking them in rapid succession until he’s able to gain some semblance of vision again. Once he does, he zeroes in on Corey, waiting for him to rise before sending him into the ring apron back first! Corey bucks in pain and Graves scoops him up and slams him on the floor. The ref starts to count them out again but Graves rolls Corey back in the ring.

TODD: Graves doing exactly what he needs to do here, keep it in the ring and away from all the deadly accoutrements Corey can use on the outside.

BAMA: “Accoutrements”?

TODD: It’s a real word, Bama, scouts honor.

Graves lands an elbow drop on Corey, followed by another, and then another! Then, he hoists Corey up and atomic drops him so Corey lands leaning into the ropes. Graves then hits the ring apron, and rushes Corey with a knee to the skull! COUNTER POINT!

BAMA: Say, that move looked familiar!

TODD: Familiar and deadly! Corey has just gone limp!

Graves drags Corey out of the ropes and into a cover!


1…..




2……





3…..NOOOOOOO! Corey barely rolls a shoulder up!


Graves doesn’t give up though! He picks Corey’s legs up and pins him tighter!


1….





2……





3…….STILL NOOOOOOOO! Corey kicks out!


It’s Graves’ turn to slap the mat in frustration. He picks Corey up yet again and hoists him up for the GRAVES CONSEQUENCES ONCE MORE!!!!


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But Corey somehow slips out again and rolls Graves up from behind!



1….





2……NOPE! The champ kicks out with authority!


In fact, the pin attempt just seems to have pissed Graves off more! He grabs Corey by the hair after the kick out and drags him up, landing a nasty european uppercut, followed by a very heavy handed slap to Corey’s face that sends the challenger spiralling into the corner. Graves then nails Corey with a big time splash in the corner before pulling Corey out of the corner with a front face lock. Graves tries to bring him up high into a suplex position….could it be THE END???!!!

BAMA: What is Graves going for here?!

TODD: I don’t know but Corey is fighting it fist tooth and nail!

Corey blocks the suplex attempt once….twice….thrice! He then nails Graves in the abdomen with a desperation blow, followed by another to get GRaves to break the lock up. Graves goes for a chop, but Corey blocks and stabs a thumb right into Graves’ already bleeding eye!!

TODD: Oh, a nasty shot from the challenger!!

Corey then lashes out with a kick, but not just any kick….it’s THE FACE PAIN DE-LUX!!!! It cracks Graves across the skull and Graves drops like dead weight!


TODD: OH MY GOD! COREY HIT HIS FINISH! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!


Corey covers!


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2…….




3……….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Graves barely manages to roll a shoulder up!


Corey looks incredulous….and exhausted! He looks to the ref plaintively as the ref shakes his head “no”. Graves rolls onto his stomach, but seems very much out of it! When the ref’s attention goes to Graves, Corey sneaks something into his mouth.

BAMA: Wait, what was that?

TODD: I don’t know, BAMA but…..could it be…..?


Corey gestures angrily for Graves to get up. Graves, wobbly, finally does so. And just when he does……COREY SPITS A BLACK ICHOR AT GRAVES’ FACE!!!!


BUT AT THE SAME TIME GRAVES SPITS A GREEN MIST AT COREYS!!!


BAMA: WHAAAAAAAT????!!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!


TODD: BOTH MEN HAD THE SAME IDEA!!! BOTH WENT FOR VARIATIONS ON THE POISON MIST!

BAMA: I can’t remember seeing anything like that!!

The mists collide in midair but parts of both hit their intended targets! Both men reel and start clutching at their eyes!


TODD: I don’t know BAMA but it looks like neither of them got all of their opponent’s mist! 

BAMA: But it may have been just enough. This contest might come down to who can blind fight the best! Unbelievable!

Corey covers his eyes, trying to rub the mist from his eyes… to little effect!

‘Graves’ throws himself backwards onto the mat, crawling… as he loosens his Dark Warrior mask to rub his own eyes…

TODD: What the Hell? Why’d ’Graves’ hit the dirt?

BAMA: He knows Corey’s kick could knock out a bull elephant… AND it’s a high kick… while he’s vulnerable, the ground’s the safest spot for him!

Corey swipes his arm in front of him, assuming ‘Graves’ must be looking for an opening… ‘Graves’ meanwhile crawls along the mat… In Corey’s direction!

TODD: I don’t know if these two even realize they’re on a collision course with each other!

‘Graves’ paws forward… He touches Corey’s advancing leg! And snaps into action, trying to bring Corey down with a double leg takedown!

…But Corey catches him with a knee under the chin! ‘Graves’ gets brought up to his feet, looking woozy!

The official steps forward, ready to call the finish!

Corey winds up his boot, seeing the blurry masked figure through the Mist!

FACE PAIN DELUXE!

…

BUT ‘Graves’ pulls the official forward as a shield!

COREY TAKES OUT THE OFFICIAL INADVERTANTLY!

TODD: OH SHIT! That kick almost took that poor ump’s head off!

Corey finally rubs his eyes clear… looking to dive on top of whatever he just hit… but sees the official and cradles his head frustrated…

He grits hits teeth, angrily… ‘Graves’ just threw the official in front of him. Yet another case of ‘Graves’ being an awful person like Corey says…

Corey sees ‘Graves’ bringing himself up by the ropes… and goes to grapple the still-blinded ‘Graves’…

But ‘Graves’ delivers a jawbreaker! Corey goes down on his back!

TODD: Oh my, ‘Graves’ countered Corey’s attack completely blind!

BAMA: And now ‘Graves’ has the upper hand AND an unconscious ref!

‘Graves’ finally clears his eyes… and sees the official unconscious… he smiles… as he reaches into his tights…

…

AND RETRIEVES BRASS KNUCKLES!

BAMA: oh my! I thought ‘Graves’ was supposed to be a good guy these days!

TODD: Corey’s right! ‘Graves’ has, is, and always will be a bad person!

Corey slowly gets up… As ‘Graves’ rushes to put on his knuckles…

Corey slowly turns around as ‘Graves’ finally gets the knuckles on his fingers…

TODD: Look out, Corey!

Corey’s eyes widen as he clocks the ‘Dark Warrior’!

‘Graves’ swings!

…

BUT Corey ducks under the strike!

‘Graves’’s fist sails past, missing his attempted knockout blow!

‘Graves’ spins around, determined to get the knockout quickly!

…As Corey shoves off the ropes, his body turns looking for a…

FACE PAIN DELUXE!

…

But ‘Graves’ puts on the brakes, barely tilting backwards to avoid the radius of Corey’s knockout kick!

TODD: Two incredible dodges from two incredible competitors!

BAMA: But only one can win, Toddrick!

Corey steps forward, rearing another kick, waiting for ‘Graves’ to step into his range…

As ‘Graves’ rears his brass-knuckled hand back, waiting for Corey to kick to knock his block off!

BAMA: It’s a Mexican standoff in that ring, Toddy boy!

The two slowly circle in the center of the ring… each waiting for the other man to blink…

Until the official, slowly, dizzily, starts to rise to his feet!

TODD: Uh oh! The window for cheating is closing… but ‘Graves’ is still wearing those brass knuckles!

Corey’s back is to the official, 100% locked in on ‘Graves’... but ‘Graves’ sees the referee rising!

In a flash, he rips the brass knuckles off his fingers!

…And tosses them to Corey, before dropping to his back, cradling his face!

TODD: What?!?

BAMA: Oh ho HO! ‘Graves’ playing a little possum! Making Corey look villainous!

Corey, out of surprise and reflex, catches the brass knuckles… Before looking down at it confused…

The official comes up, holding his skull… When his eyes widen, seeing Corey holding the brass knuckles! The official points accusatorily, first at Corey, and then at ‘Graves’ holding his face like he’s in agony!

TODD: Oh c’mon! Corey didn’t even hit ‘Graves’!

BAMA: The official don’t know that, Toddrick!

Corey sees what the official is accusing him of, and waves his hands like ‘No!’, immediately dropping the brass knuckles!

The official barks at Corey, who keeps trying to talk down the referee from throwing a DQ…

As ‘Graves’ drops his facade of injury and crawls beyond Corey! ROLLING UP!

The official counts! …Not seeing that ‘Graves’ has a fist of full of tights!

TODD: No! NO!

The official, surprised by the sudden recovery, drops to count!

ONE!

Corey’s legs kick!

TWO!

Corey digs his legs to his chest, forcing his shoulders off the mat!

…

RIGHT AFTER THREE!

WINNER AND STILL ANARCHY CHAMPION: ‘MICHEAL GRAVES’

BAMA: He did it! ‘Graves’ did it! He’s the first ever competitor to hold a championship for OVER ONE YEAR!

TODD: It’s a travesty, Bama! Corey had that one locked up… ‘Graves’ had to pull out brass knuckles to even fight him! And once again, ‘Graves’ has to use trickery and deceit to beat Corey Smith!

BAMA: I mean, Corey did his fair share of eye-poking and weapon attacking too, Toddy baby’

Corey looks up at the official holding two fingers… The official shakes his head holding up three…

Meanwhile, ‘Graves’ raises his belt, climbing up on the turnbuckle, yelling ”ONE FUCKING YEAR! ONE FUCKING YEAR!”

…Corey looks up at ‘Graves’... his expression darkens… his brow descends…

As he reaches…

For the brass knuckles he’d dropped…

TODD: ..Wait… What’s Corey doing?

‘Graves’ drops off the turnbuckle, turning to climb the oth-

WHAM! Corey strikes ‘Graves’ with the brass knuckles!

TODD: Oh my God! Corey just hit Graves with the brass knuckles!

BAMA: Now who’s the villain?!? Corey can’t handle ‘Graves’ proving everything he said about Corey was true!

TODD: I… I don’t think that’s true… but I don’t know what’s happening right now in Corey Smith’s mind….

‘Graves’ drops to the mat… despite the mask acting as a shield, the brass knuckles cause a gash on the top of his skull…, blood flows, tainting the green ‘Dark Warrior’ mask black…

…Corey squeezes his fist, looking at the knuckles. The crowd doesn’t boo… but they don’t cheer… Looking on with shock and dismay…

But Corey seems like he couldn’t hear them even if they were loudly reacting… Instead, he snorts.

And mounts the fallen ‘Graves’...

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

The crowd begins to groan and grumble uncomfortably.

TODD: Oh… Oh God… Corey wouldn’t… someone should stop this…

BAMA: Corey wouldn’t WHAT, Todd!?! It’s happening in front of your eyes!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHA-KERRRRRRRRRRRACK!

…’Graves’’s face is a crimson mask… Corey’s punched him in the face so hard…

The Dark Warrior mask has cracked in half.

…

Corey sits next to ‘Graves’’s fallen body for a moment…

Before standing up.

Removing the brass knuckles, and Dropping them in the ring.

And rolling under the bottom rope to begin walking up the ramp.

The camera cuts back to ‘Graves’... unconscious… the broken two halves of his maks barely covering his face… a pool of blood coagulating under his skull…

Corey glances back from the top of the ramp. His face stoic… His expression unreadable.

…

The commentary team is silent, taking in this moment.

Until the feed eventually goes to a commercial.

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JC: Folks, this weekend has been INSANE! From the first moment on Friday, all the way to tonight, it’s been total non-stop action! But, it was all leading up to this!

BG: The Universal title, Jackie boy! The big enchirito! The reason for Relentless season is to watch the biggest belt in wrestling be defended on the grandest stage of them all!

JC: Some of the best matches in the history of the XWF… the history of wrestling itself! We’re fought for the Universal title at Relentless! ALIAS - vs - Dock! Ned Kaye - vs - SEB! Corey Smith - vs - Thunder Knuckles! Raion Kido - vs - Mark Flynn!

BG: But tonight’s Universal title match has the firepower AND star power to perhaps make it the biggest match of all time!



Bullet With a Name begins to blare over the loudspeakers as CHARLIE NICKLES makes his way out from the back. He flashes a shit-eating grin at the audience members, as he carries himself down the ramp…

And he’s not alone! Walking behind him down the ramp is… Jennie Nichols!

JC: Once more! The Head of the Corporation! The Family Man! The former Universal champion, Charlie Nickles! We saw Charlie deliver a VISCERAL… physically EXCRUCCIATING performance! Representing Team XWF as they defeated Team PWV last night!

BG: And Charlie rewarded two of his teammates by ambushing them in their match earlier tonight! He’s been a busy little bee! Tonight’s his very last night as “Acting Warfare GM” since his contract’s expired… But he’s insisted he’s ready to be the man the XWF needs him to be! One ready to shield it from external threats! To lift it to new heights!

JC: He claims Dolly’s contract negotiations are devastating to the company’s bottom line! And he also claims the ratings suffer whenever Kieran King competes! …Very little data to support either point, but in Charlie’s sick twisted mind… He’s doing what’s best for the business!

BG:And to make his little sister there proud of him! And by ‘little sister’, I mean renowned SERIAL KILLER, The Scarlet Verdict!

JC: Stakes have never been higher for Charlie! His morale has never been higher! Can he do it? Can he become a TWO-TIME Universal champion?!?

…

Nickels slides under the bottom rope, raising an arm to the crowd as Jennie disinterestedly walks to his corner and stands there…

…

The first, frenetic strums of Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" rips through the arena as strobes of gold and white cast across the stage and crowd. After several moments, and then a few more for good measure, Kieran King eventually saunters onto the stage, smugly mugging for the audience.

JC: KIERAN KING! The only ever two-time BACK-to-BACK King of the XWF! What a journey he’s been on!

BG: To hear Kieran King tell it, it’s the culmination of a journey that began back in… 2009? When he won an opportunity to compete for the Universal title… And it never culminated!

JC: Kieran King is a uniquely brilliant competitor, but he’ll tell you before anyone he had his demons to battle at a young age! He disappeared, and when he returned… it became clear his Universal title opportunity would not be honored!

BG: Since then, we’ve seen him languish on Madness, an artist that cannot be duplicated but one trying to find himself and his purpose… Then, he won King of the XWF… disappeared for a year… And came back JUST TO WIN IT AGAIN!

JC: After that, he was attacked by Black Rainbow… THEN, attacked by Black Rainbow AGAIN… Then, he turned the tables and started attacking people back! And, now, he claims to be the hero of this story! He claims Dolly’s Revolution and Charlie’s Corporation both feed the same corporate hands… and the only true best way for the XWF forward is the Age of Excellence… for the best competitor of the three to rise and claim the belt.

BG: And of course, King King believes that’s him! But he’s got a strong case to back that up!

JC: Can King complete his long, winding sixteen year journey… and tonight, once again, win the XWF Universal championship?

In a flash, he sprints towards the ring and glides underneath the bottom rope - practically hovering off the mat. Keeping his momentum going, King darts towards the corner post and leaps towards the top. He crouches, and throws his arms up and back as if to backflip off the top... only to pull out at the last minute. He laughs at the crowd, mocking them as he settles in to some pre-fight stretches.

…



The stadium spotlights rush up toward the ceiling and Waters appears under the XTron. She marches to the beat of Ode To Joy, the crowd roaring, her gaze set squarely on the squared circle. The Universal Title gleams on her shoulder as the crowd EXPLODES with excitement!

JC: DOLLY WATERS!!!! The Pride and Joy of the Revolution! The People’s Champion!

BG: What a journey it’s been for Dolly Waters! She went from revolutionary, demanding better treatment to the workers… to a retaliatory suspension by Warfare GM Peter Principle for exactly that protest… To putting her career on the line and swearing to never wrestle again if she couldn’t beat Charlie Nickles…

JC: And then she DID IT, Brody! In the feel-good story of the wrestling universe, Dolly Waters! After years of injury! After years of struggling… of bursts of momentum and flashes of stardom and genius that would be derailed by injuries and forces out of her control… Dolly Waters is the Universal champion!

BG: But she hasn’t dropped the worker’s right ballyhoo, Jackie boy! Peter’s short-sightedness had her win the belt on her contract’s last day! She’s really held the Board of Director’s feet to the fire, making things better for talent as Universal champion!

JC: Much to the chagrin of her two opponents tonight… Charlie claims Dolly’s efforts have wasted company resources, risking making the XWF insolvent! Kieran claims these efforts just dump money on people already running around claiming to be the uber-wealthy…

BG: To hear any of these three tell it… they’re fighting for the future of the XWF! And wrestling itself! To each of these three, this is the fight for wrestling’s soul! And *they* and they alone HAVE to win or risk the corruption and failure of our sport!

JC: But only one is leaving with the Universal title!

She climbs through the ropes and takes the center of the ring. Raising a single fist into the air.

XWF Universal Championship Dolly Waters © - vs - Charlie Nickles - vs - King Kieran 1 RP/10K

DING! DING! DING!

JC: And for the last time tonight, ladies and gentlemen… we’re off!

Not a single competitor moves out of their corner. The tension is thick enough to choke someone. Their eyes slowly glance at each other, their focus razor-sharp.

BG: They’re daring each other to make the first move here, Jack.

JC: Everything is on the line here, Brody. With all the chips being laid down here, each of these guys know that one mistake is going to lead to their doom.

Charlie’s lip twitches for a brief moment, before he begins to slowly circle to the right. Dolly follows his lead, and Kieran does so as well. The three continue to circle, all of them coming closer to the middle of the ring…

Before they lock in a three-way collar-and-elbow tie-up!

The three of them push for dominance, trying to get good positioning! There’s a clear back-and-forth in the middle of the ring, before both Charlie and Kieran push straight ahead to force Dolly in the nearby corner!

The two of them press their combined weight into Dolly, with her back forced to awkwardly contort against the turnbuckles! But Dolly’s attempts to push back quickly get halted as Charlie lands a sharp blow to the body!

The two separate from Dolly, but Kieran shoots a sharp back elbow into her skull! And Charlie follows with a kick to the gut that forces Dolly to a seated position!

And before she even knows it, both Charlie and Kieran are on top of her, driving the boots right into her stunned body!

BG: And we’re seeing both challengers start to work over the champion early! Smart tactics!

JC: You’ll need to have eyes in the back of your head though in a triple threat, and it’s not like either Charlie or Kieran are the most… trustworthy of individuals.

BG: Bah, they know they gotta keep their eyes on the prize here!

Charlie continues his assault with rapid-fire boots as Kieran is forced back! Charlie hollers with each boot delivered, spurred on by the sight of his sister at ringside holding an intense focus on the action! As Dolly’s eyes glaze over, Charlie knows he’s got her right where he wants her!

BUT HE TURNS AROUND INTO A SHOTGUN DROPKICK FROM KIERAN KING!

CHARLIE GETTING SHOT INTO THE CORNER DELIVERS A HIP ATTACK RIGHT TO THE SEATED DOLLY! Dolly has to hold onto her jaw as she moves down and out of the ring!

JC: That Kieran King, he’s as skilled a vulture as they come! Like I said Brody, you have to keep your eyes in the back of your head in a match like this!

BG: I can’t decide who I want to win more between these two…

With Charlie momentarily dazed in the turnbuckle, Kieran sees his opportunity as he shoots Charlie across the ring with another Irish Whip! Charlie lands into the turnbuckles hard, and Kieran tries to follow up with a running strike to the corner, only for Charlie to quickly raise his boot in time to cut off the advance!

Kieran turns around, blinking and shaking his head as Charlie sneaks up behind him! He looks to scoop him up- SIDEWALK SLAM!

NO! Kieran hits a clubbing forearm to the back of the head causing Charlie to have to drop him! Kieran quickly slithers back up to his feet, before jumping back to nail Charlie with a Pele kick!

BG: I’ll tell you, if Charlie hit that Sidewalk Slam of his early in this match, we might have been en route to a quick victory!

JC: Kieran King’s got plenty in the tank, though. ‘King King Kieran King,’ as some have taken to calling him, has too much experience for matches that could go the distance like this. Just look at both of his tournament wins!

BG: King King Kieran King… I like that!

As Kieran gets back up to his feet, he sees Dolly Waters on the apron! She hops up high, nailing Kieran with a BEAUTIFUL diving dropkick off the ropes! He gingerly holds his jaw as he gets back up to a knee, only for Dolly to shoot in with a single-leg dropkick!

As Dolly gets back up to her feet though, Charlie is right behind her! He pulls her around and delivers a boot to the gut! He tries to pull her up into a piledriver!

NO! Dolly manages to wiggle her way out, gets back to a seated position, trying for a roundhouse to the sternum, but Charlie catches it! He pulls her in for a bodyslam!

Dolly wriggles out once again! The two look to the side though to see KIERAN COMING IN WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

JC: This action is fast and furious, folks! You can’t look away for even a minute here!

BG: It’s like a three-way seesaw, Jack. None of these guys can stay on top for long.[/whtie]

Kieran pulls Dolly up to her feet, keeping her stunned with a sharp knee to the gut! He hits her with an Irish Whip on the ropes, Dolly on the rebound now, Kieran rises for a roundhouse, Dolly ducks, Dolly takes the leg, Dolly sweeps him into a school boy-

WAIT! DOLLY’S GOT THE LEG AS SHE RISES UP! SHE QUICKLY FALLS BACK WITH THE LEG INTO A HEEL HOOK!

[white]BG: AH! That’s not good, Jack! Kieran’s in danger of getting crippled with how tight that heel hook is in!

JC: Sharp tactical genius there from Dolly Waters! Kieran King, very much a kicker and a high-flyer both. Attacking the leg could be the cause of potentially ruining King’s entire strategy!

BG: That’s assuming he doesn’t tap out first!

Kieran bites onto his knuckle, trying to block out the pain, but it’s easier said than done! The referee tries to check on him to see if he’s wanting to give up, but Kieran responds by immediately shoving him away!

Kieran manages to roll over onto his belly, but Dolly quickly transitions the heel hook into a kneebar! Kieran is HOWLING as he claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes for support! Dolly’s pinning all her weight down to try and cut him off, though!

BUT CHARLIE COMES IN TO HIT DOLLY WITH A RUNNING SENTON!

JC: Holy-! Charlie might have just turned Dolly Waters into a pancake! Kieran King got saved there!

BG: Whew…! Uh, I wasn’t concerned there in the slightest, by the by.

JC: …Sure, Brody.

Kieran immediately seizes his opportunity even after his leg was caught in the senton, crawling his way back to his feet while gingerly holding onto his right leg, but Charlie is right behind him! He hits Kieran with a clubbing forearm to the back, doubling him over as he proceeds to hoist him up and into a SHIN BREAKER!

BUT THAT’S NOT ALL! HE’S STILL GOT A HOLD OF KIERAN AS HE LAUNCHES HIM RIGHT BACK INTO A VICIOUS BACK SUPLEX!

Kieran lands right on his neck as he grits his teeth! Charlie quickly gets back onto his feet as he grins, before he proceeds to run the ropes! He’s got his eyes set on Kieran as he rises up for the LEG DROP-!

BUT KIERAN DODGES IT! He rolls out of the way just in the nick of time as Charlie proceeds to fall right on his ass! Charlie winces from the impact, but that’s all the opening Kieran needs as he pulls Charlie right back into a Crucifix pin!

ONE!







TWO!







KICKOUT!

BG: He almost had it there!

JC: Charlie’s got too much riding on this match, though. It’ll be difficult to sneak a win past him like that.

BG: Too true. Between the burden of him being the Acting General Manager with tonight being his last night, and dedicating this performance to his dear sister at ringside…

JC: …his serial killer sister, folks.

BG: Slanderous! Anyway, it’s clear Charlie’s got nothing but heart riding in this match here!

Charlie and Kieran come back up to their feet at the same time, but Kieran is just a bit slower because of that wounded leg! He aims a sharp body uppercut to Charlie to try and hold the big man off, but Charlie absorbs the blow as he looks back at Kieran!

AND CHARGES IN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

RIGHT AS DOLLY SWEEPS KIERAN’S INJURED LEG OUT FROM UNDER HIM!

The fans pop as Kieran tumbles, but Charlie turns around right into a spinning heel kick from Dolly! That one lands hard right on his face as Charlie tumbles backwards!

Dolly doesn’t let up for a second, seeing Kieran trying his best to pull himself back up, but Dolly cartwheels in the ring just so she can drive her boot right onto Kieran’s back!

Dolly lunges straight for Charlie now, and hits several hard forearms right to the dome! Charlie falls onto a knee, and Dolly sees her opening right here! She runs off the ropes! SHE LEAPS OFF THE ROPES!

ODE TO JOY!











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CAUGHT BY CHARLIE IN MID-AIR! AND HE FALLS BACK

RIGHT

INTO

THE

SIDEWALK SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

JC: INSANE instincts there by Charlie to yank Dolly out of the sky like that!

BG: He’s locked in, Jack! He’s a man who’s willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if it means he has to go beyond his limits!

Charlie quickly hooks the leg on Dolly as the referee counts!

ONE!













TWO!












KICKOUT![/i]

JC: We wanna talk about fight, Dolly’s got plenty of it here too.

BG: Well, she’s gonna need more than just fight if she wants to retain here tonight.

JC: You can say the same about the others here though, Jack! Like it or not, Dolly’s out there fighting for all the hopes of the entire roster with her pushing for this union!

BG: And this union better hope with all its might that she doesn’t lose here!

Charlie doesn’t get too worked up though as Dolly kicks out. A sigh leaves him as he gets back up to his feet, and he looks back at his sister as he nods. He wags his finger…

Jennie stares back at Charlie for a long moment, eyes squinting. Finally, she slowly exhales, walking beside the ring and pulling up the apron cover! She reaches down inside, and pulls out a steel chair for her brother! She tosses it into the ring, and he catches it!

JC: Brody, you talked about Charlie being willing to do whatever it takes to win, but I think we can agree that’s most true ethically here.

BG: Ethically?! What has Charlie done to deserve that?

JC: …Do I really need to answer that?

BG: Okay… for this match, I mean. Besides, there’s no DQ here! Just a pair of siblings helping each other out!

Charlie holds the steel chair in his grasp right as he sees Dolly come right onto her feet, and he proceeds to absolutely BRAIN HER WITH THE STEEL!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

BG: I think that chair just got dented!

Dolly’s eyes are still open as she falls down onto the mat! Her body seizes slightly, her stare absolutely empty as she slumps over onto her side, heaving for deep breaths!

JC: If that’s not gonna give you a concussion… I dunno what will.

Charlie isn’t done yet though! He sees Kieran trying to get right back onto his feet, and he turns his attention right to him! He drives the edge of the chair right into his injured knee as Kieran HOWLS in response!

Another CRACK echoes around the arena as Charlie absolutely whallops that knee with the chair! And it happens again! And again! And again!

JC: Charlie is trying to make sure King has to stay in a wheelchair for the rest of his life after this match!

BG: It’s a little hard to watch… like watching Ma and Pa go at it.

Charlie opens the chair, looking now to fold it right over Kieran’s injured leg! He grins as he closes it, but Kieran strikes in with a rake to the eye that forces Charlie right off of him! Kieran shoves him back, forcing Charlie back onto his ass as he has to kick the chair off of him!

Charlie manages to rub his eyes and get them in working order again, but Kieran is right back on his feet! He punches his leg, trying to get some feeling back into it, before he rushes in!



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And his leg crumbles as he falls over onto Charlie.

Kieran is on both knees right now, tired and wounded as he’s still clutching at his leg.

Charlie chuckles, pointing at Kieran as he pulls him up by the hair, forcing him to look at him as he proceeds to smack him across the face. Once, twice, thrice…

KIERAN LOW-BLOWS CHARLIE IN RESPONSE!

JC: RIGHT IN THE NICKELS!

CHARLIE HOWLS IN PAIN AS HE LIMPS AWAY, AND FINALLY KIERAN KING HAS A TRUE CHANCE TO GET BACK ONTO HIS FEET! HE HOISTS HIMSELF UP AND PROCEEDS TO USE HIS GOOD LEG AS HE SIZES UP CHARLIE-

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

BUZZSAW KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!

Charlie is out right on his feet! Kieran pulls him in and tries to hoist for his patented brainbuster, to tell Charlie F Ur Head! But his leg isn’t going to allow him to lift the much bigger man!

Kieran falls back with Charlie, rolling him over into a small package!

ONE!















TWO!














DOLLY WATERS BREAKS UP THE PIN JUST IN TIME!

JC: Dolly summoning her strength just to keep this match going!

BG: How much can she really do while concussed, though?

Both Kieran and Dolly look absolutely out of it as they force themselves back up onto their knees, but Kieran forces his way forward as he nails Dolly with a sharp forearm to the cranium!

Dolly responds back with an uppercut!

Kieran again with a forearm!

And Dolly once again back with an uppercut!

The two come onto their feet, and Kieran uses his good leg to hit Dolly with a roundhouse!

Dolly replies with her own roundhouse!

Roundhouse!

Roundhouse!

Roundhouse!

Roundhouse!

Roundhouse!

Roundhouse!

Both competitors fall back onto all fours at the same time! They’re quick though to force themselves back up- OH! But Dolly’s too dizzy! She falls right back onto all fours as Kieran holds onto his injured leg! AND HE NAILS DOLLY WITH A BIG KNEE!

Dolly gets laid out as Kieran holds onto the ropes! But Kieran sees Charlie Nickels running straight towards him with a head of steam!

Kieran leans to the side to pull the top rope down and force Charlie to the outside of the ring! Charlie wipes out completely as Kieran pulls himself right back onto his feet!

He leans on the ropes, and it’s clear he’s trying to force his leg to cooperate as he’s looking for a dive to the outside! He measures himself…

But Jennie Nickels steps in front of Charlie on the outside as if to block Kieran’s path!

BG: Sibling bond coming in yet again, Jack! It just warms your heart, doesn’t it?

BUT KIERAN SMIRKS BACK IN REPLY!

AND GOES FOR A CROSSBODY OVER THE TOP ROPE!

JENNIE GETS OUT OF THE WAY AS KIERAN CRASHES RIGHT INTO CHARLIE NICKLES!

JC: So much for sibling bonds, Brody! Kieran doesn’t care about who or what he has to take out here!

BG: Well… Jennie knew Charlie wouldn’t want her to get hurt! Not now, anyway! And Kieran’s just doing whatever he can to win! Nothing wrong here at all!

Kieran takes a hard landing from the crossbody on the outside, cradling his knee gingerly as he winces. Still, it’s nothing compared to Charlie, who’s dealing with the air being sucked out of him as he weakly pounds on the floor on the outside of the ring.

The two crawl about together on the outside, with Kieran weakly laying in some shots to keep Charlie down as he sucks in air between his teeth. Charlie doesn’t take that lying down though, as he shoves Kieran straight back into the ring apron! Kieran bounces right off the apron as he comes charging back at Charlie-

CHARLIE HITS KIERAN WITH A BIG OBLIQUE KICK THOUGH! Kieran buckles under his own weight as he’s practically hollering from the pain! It’s enough for Charlie to be able to pick Kieran up and hoist him up high as he’s feeling the energy!

STEUBENVILLE SCREWDRIVER RIGHT ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

JC: Charlie Nickels just dedicated himself to taking Kieran King out of this match, and his gambit might be about to pay off big-time here!

BG: A Steubenville Screwdriver out on the ringside area, that’s gonna maybe break you, no matter who you are. I hate to say it, but Kieran looks like he’s out like a light…

JC: And Charlie might be about to join him, from the looks of it…

Charlie manages to pull himself up, grinning as he does so. He turns around, though-

RIGHT AS DOLLY WATERS LANDS ON HIM WITH THE SERENITY FAAAAAAAAAAAALL!

JC: THE GAMBIT DIDN’T PAY OFF AFTER ALL!

BG: Dolly can’t steal this victory yet though! She’s gotta get one of these guys right back into the ring, and they might as well be dead weight!

Dolly immediately tries to drag Charlie by the wrists, but it’s like dragging a two-ton weight, especially with how dizzy she still is! She slumps backwards, shaking her head no as she tries to force herself!

She moves over to Kieran, managing to drag his slippery body across the ringside area, but she can’t quite pull him up! As she delivers the boots to him to prevent him from getting his bearings back, though, she feels a pair of eyes on her…

Jennie Nickels.

JC: Looks like she’s back in action… and hiding something behind her back.

BG: Dolly better not try anything! Jennie isn’t even a competitor in this match!

Dolly shoots her a glare and a quick warning, but turns her attention right back to Kieran. She delivers another boot to the face and begins to pull him up, before a sickening CRACK echoes around the arena!

Jennie Nickels just smashed a 2x4 into Dolly’s back!

JC: She may not be a competitor in this match, but if you involve yourself like that…

BG: Quick! Don’t let yourself get hurt, Jennie!

Dolly slowly turns around to face Jennie, wincing as she did so, but Jennie follows up by cracking Dolly over the skull once more with a 2x4! Her eyes are practically swirling in circles as Jennie swings the 2x4 across like a baseball bat, and spit goes flying out everywhere as a result!

Dolly slumps onto her knees, blood beginning to stream out onto her face as she looks up at the vile woman trying to snuff her life out! Jennie raises the 2x4 once more to bring it straight to Dolly’s skull-

BUT DOLLY CATCHES THE 2X4! SHE’S HOLDING ONTO IT FOR DEAR LIFE AND TRYING TO PUSH BACK AGAINST JENNIE! SHE’S TRYING! WITH EVERYTHING SHE’S GOT!

“DOL-LY! DOL-LY! DOL-LY! DOL-LY!”

DOLLY MANAGES TO GET BACK ONTO HER FEET- BUT JENNIE MANAGES TO BOOT DOLLY RIGHT IN THE GUT! SHE SLIPS BEHIND HER AND MANAGES TO SLIP THE 2X4 ACROSS HER NECK AS SHE TRIES TO CHOKE THE DAMN LIFE OUT OF HER!

JC: You might say that Jennie Nickels isn’t really a serial killer-

BG: Because she totally isn’t!

JC: -but she sure knows how to use that 2x4 as if it’s a deadly weapon!

DOLLY CONTINUES TO TRY AND CLAW HER WAY OUT, NAILS DRAGGING THEMSELVES ACROSS JENNIE’S SKIN AND DRAWING BLOOD IN THE PROCESS! JENNY SINKS THE 2X4 IN DEEPER, THOUGH! DOLLY IS TURNING BLUE IN THE FACE! IT’S LOOKING LIKE IT’S ABOUT TO BE ALL OVER-

JENNIE RELEASES THE HOLD AS SHE TRIES TO SWING THE WOOD BEHIND HER!

KIERAN KING DUCKS UNDERNEATH!

HE DROPKICKS JENNIE BACKWARDS INTO DOLLY’S FADING BODY!

DOLLY GETS CRUSHED BY THE RING POST AS JENNIE GETS TAKEN OUT OF COMMISSION FOR THE TIME BEING!

JC: KIERAN KING TAKING OUT THE RINGSIDE HELP!

BG: I’m sick to my stomach just seeing that, Jack! It’s for the gold, but…!

Kieran King takes a deep breath, grabbing Dolly up by her luscious locks and forcing her back into the ring. She rolls right into the center as Kieran smirks, knowing it’s time to try and put this match away! He forces himself right to the top rope, his pace slow but steady because of his leg as he keeps his eyes locked right on Dolly!

JC: KIERAN KING LOOKING FOR THAT DEADLY 450 SPLASH OF HIS- THE KINGMAKER!

BG: That leg might be about to give out on him again at any second though!

KIERAN IS READY TO FLY!














BUT CHARLIE NICKELS PULLS THE TOP ROPE OUT TO CROTCH KIERAN!

JC: CHARLIE DELIVERING A SHOT RIGHT DOWN BELOW AS KIERAN DID BEFORE!

BG: Where did Charlie even come from?! I didn’t see him just a second ago!

CHARLIE LOOKS INCENSED AS HE ROLLS RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING! HE’S RED IN THE FACE AND IRATE AS HE PLUCKS KIERAN RIGHT OFF THE TOP ROPE!

HE TWISTS HIM IN MID-AIR!

A SECOND STEUBENVILLE SCREWDRIVER TO KIERAN KING! AND THIS ONE LANDS RIGHT ON DOLLY WATERS’ PRONE BODY!

CHARLIE NICKELS MARCHES ACROSS THE RING, INCESSANTLY RANTING AND POINTING AT THE TWO DOWNED COMBATANTS ACROSS FROM HIM! HE RUNS OFF THE ROPES!

HE LEAPS!












DOUBLE LEG DROP TO BOTH DOLLY AND KIERAN!

CHARLIE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!























JC: IS CHARLIE ABOUT TO SNATCH THE VICTORY HERE?!

BG: HE JUST KNOCKED THEM BOTH OUT!
























TWO!






















BG: HE CAN SMELL THE VICTORY IN THE AIR, JACK!

JC: CHARLIE NICKELS IS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED AS HE’S NODDING RIGHT NOW!




































































KICKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!

JC: NO WAY! BG: NO WAY!

CHARLIE SLUMPS OVER DEFEATED! BOTH OF THEM ARE STILL ALIVE IN THIS MATCH! HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT! HE CHECKS WITH THE REF, BUT THEY BOTH KICKED OUT SIMULTANEOUSLY AT 2.99!

CHARLIE SLAPS THE MAT IN FRUSTRATION!

BUT HE PULLS HIMSELF TOGETHER!

Charlie quickly scrambles back to his feet, rolling out of the ring to check on his sister!

BG: That burst of energy… had to have come from Jennie getting hurt! Look at him, Jack! Say whatever you will about him, but no one can deny how good of a brother he is!

JC: I have to question how smart it was for him to bring Jennie out to a chaotic match like this, but… he does care at least a bit for her.

Charlie asks repeatedly if Jennie’s okay, but a look of irritation and frustration crosses Jennie’s face as she pushes herself away from him, snapping back about how she’s fine! She grabs her 2x4 again, and rummages under the ring once more!

Charlie innocently holds his hands up, checking one more time before seeing that King and Dolly have rolled off of each other in the ring! He curses, quickly making his way inside!

JC: Charlie’s kept his sister mostly safe, but he’s gotta keep his eyes focused on this match. Both Dolly and Kieran are as resilient as they come here, and if they get their bearings back…

BG: Sure, but Charlie has to be the guy in the best shape right now! Kieran’s only on one leg! And Dolly’s lucky if she won’t have to get thrown into the loony bin after this match with all the head shots she’s taken here with the amount of blood spilled!

Charlie quickly makes his way towards Dolly, pulling her up by the hair, and SMALL PACKAGE BY DOLLY!

ONE!

TWO!














KICKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!

JC: HOW DID SHE PULL THAT OFF?!

BG: WE ALMOST SAW HIGHWAY ROBBERY HERE!

CHARLIE FORCES HIMSELF RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET, BUT DOLLY BOOTS CHARLIE RIGHT IN THE GUT AND BRINGS HIM IN!



JC: SHE’S GOT ONE THING ON HER MIND, AND THAT’S HER DADDY’S PILEDRIVER!

BG: SHE CAN’T HIT IT! NO!





PIKE!





COUNTY!





PLUNGE!





CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

JC: JENNIE NICKELS HAS BARBED WIRE ON THAT 2X4 NOW AS SHE SMASHED IT INTO DOLLY’S SKULL!

BG: SHE’S CHARLIE’S GUARDIAN ANGEL, I TELL YOU!

DOLLY SLUMPS BACKWARDS ONTO THE MAT ONCE MORE, HER BLOODIED CUTS EVEN WORSE NOW AS HER ENTIRE BODY SEIZES UP AGAIN! JENNIE NICKELS STANDS OVER HER, EMOTIONLESS!

CHARLIE SLOWLY PULLS HIMSELF UP, NODDING TOWARDS HIS SISTER! HE’S GOT THE WIDEST GRIN IN THE WORLD AS HE PULLS HIMSELF UP!

JC: IF SHE HITS DOLLY AGAIN, SHE MIGHT DIE ON THE SPOT!

JENNY RAISES THE BARBED WIRED 2X4!

























CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!






















CHARLIE NICKELS LOOKS STUNNED AS THE 2X4 GETS SMASHED INTO HIS GUT!

BG: NO! NO! NO!

JC: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!

BG: DAMMIT, NO! JENNIE, THAT’S YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD, DAMMIT!

CHARLIE STAGGERS BACK AS JENNIE PULLS OUT THE 2X4, ONLY TO SMASH IT INTO HIS DEFENSELESS TORSO AGAIN!

BG: THAT SERIAL KILLING BITCH IS BACKSTABBING HER OWN BROTHER! WHY?!

JC: I CAN’T THINK OF ANYONE WHO’D DESERVE THIS!

CHARLIE SLUMPS AGAINST THE ROPES, BABBLING ALL THE WHILE, AND JENNIE DOESN’T WASTE EVEN A SECOND! SHE TIES CHARLIE’S ARMS UP IN THE ROPES AND FORCES HIM TO STAY PUT!

JENNIE GRABS THE 2X4 AND SMASHES IT INTO CHARLIE’S GUT AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

AND AGAIN!

CHARLIE SCREAMS IN PAIN FROM THE BARBED WIRE TEARING HIS BODY UP, BUT JENNIE STILL ISN’T DONE AS SHE SNAKES ACROSS HIS BODY IN A CRUCIFIX POSITION! SHE TUGS ON HIS ARMS, ONLY TIGHTENING THEM FURTHER WITHIN THE ROPES AS SHE PROCEEDS TO DRAG THE BARBED WIRE ACROSS HIS FACE NOW!

JC: THIS IS BRUTAL! BARBARIC! SHE’S TREATING CHARLIE’S BODY LIKE IT’S A TOY TO BE BROKEN!

BG: J-Jack, I… I think I’m sick to my stomach here…

JC: So am I, Brody. So am I…

ELBOWS BEGIN TO RAIN DOWN FROM JENNIE, DRIVING CHARLIE’S FACE FURTHER INTO THE BARBED WIRE!

ELBOW!

ELBOW!

ELBOW!

ELBOW!

ELBOW!

ELBOW!

ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOWELBOW-



DOLLY WATERS RUSHES IN TO HIT THE RUNNING WATERS ON JENNIE NICKELS!



JC: DOLLY WATERS JUST SAVED CHARLIE NICKELS’ LIFE!

BG: I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M SEEING! AFTER ALL THE TIMES THESE TWO HAVE BEEN AT EACH OTHER’S THROATS!

Dolly staggers backwards as she meets Charlie in the eye, weakly shaking her head no at him! She’s in just as much disbelief about everything as the others are!







BUT SHE TURNS AROUND INTO A CODEBREAKER FROM KIERAN KING!







JC: KIERAN KING JUST TURNED DOLLY WATERS UGLY ON THE OUTSIDE! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! IT CAN’T BE LIKE THIS!

BG: HE’S ABOUT TO WIN THE GOLD ON THE BIGGEST STAGE OF THE YEAR!



KIERAN CAN’T AFFORD TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND WITH CHARLIE STILL STRUNG UP IN THE ROPES! HE’S TRYING TO FORCE HIS WAY OUT, BUT TO NO AVAIL!



KIERAN TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SCALE THE ROPES ONE MORE TIME ON HIS BAD LEG!



CHARLIE IS FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!



KIERAN IS AT THE TOP!



HE WAVES BYE-BYE TO CHARLIE!



AS HE HITS THE 450 SPLASH ON DOLLY!



JC: KINGMAKER! KINGMAKER! BY GOD KIERAN JUST HIT THE DAMN KINGMAKER!

BG: DOLLY MIGHT BE BROKEN IN TWO AFTER THAT SPLASH!



KIERAN HOOKS THE LEG AS THE REFEREE SLIDES IN! CHARLIE STILL CAN’T BREAK FREE!



ONE!































TWO!
























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION: KIERAN KING!

JC: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! KIERAN KING, AFTER SIXTEEN YEARS, IS ONCE AGAIN UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!

BG: What a match! What a war! That splash was maybe the most glorious aerial move in the history of Relentless!

JC: Kieran King, putting his body on the line, and adding to his list of unheard-of accomplishments, regaining the Universal title after SIXTEEN YEARS!

Kieran King stands on the turnbuckle, lifting the belt high as the crowd screams his name, ticker tape and confetti dropping from the ceiling! A fireworks display fires off above the arena, commemorating Kieran’s victory and the whole Relentless weekend!

THANKS TO OUR MATCH WRITERS Thaddeus Duke Thunder Knuckles Sebastian Everett-Bryce Corey Smith Liam Desmond SEGMENT WRITERS “Big” Dick Lichter Mark Flynn Dolly Waters Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, Jeffrey Bezos AND EVERYONE WHO RP’D

WE’LL SEE Y’ALL IN TWO WEEKS FOR THE START OF A NEW YEAR FOR THE

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OH GOD IS THIS THE TRILLIONAIRES’ HANDIWORK?!? WHAT WILL HAPPEN AT WARFARE!!!