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XTREME CHAMPIONSHIP Jessalyn Hart© - vs - John Holliday Xtreme Rules If Mystery Opponent does not RP by Wednesday Management will reveal his identity by then. 2500 Word Limit - 3 RP Maximumx Joachim Bright - vs - Sebasstian Dyke Standard Match 1000 Word Limit 4 Rps Max Azrael Erebus - vs - Chris Chaos Standard Match Special Guest Ref - N.A.Z.I. 2500 Word Limit - 3 RP Maximumx The ref may do one RP up to 1000 words declaring his intentions for the match XWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Abigail Monroe © - vs - Damon Tyler Televison Title Match 15 Minute Time Limit Option 2 - 2500 Word Limit - 3 RP Maximum

Hello, everyone! Welcome to another edition of PERFECTION: SAVAGE! We have another action packed show planned for you which includes a Television Title defense, an X-Treme title defense and my boyfriend, the chaotic one himself, all in action! Who could ask for a better show!

Being a generous queen like I am, I have also made Nathaniel, known to most of you as NAZI, the special guest referee for that match! EMPIRE will be well represented. Your welcome and enjoy the show!

The show opens with plenty of pyro shaking the arena, as the fans show their enthusiasm for the best thing Saturday has to offer. We're about to hand it off to the commentary team, just as static covers the screen... The stadium lights shut down, and the x-tron displays the date; 8.18.18... the numbers begin to shift till they present a new string of characters;

FØUЯ

We then see a black and white video of various images of mass destruction; buildings toppling, bridges crumbling, every sort of vehicle crashing into anything and everything. The fans are left wondering what the hell this could mean? Then, a muffled voice is heard, muttering something about death and chaos to the planet. Anarchy and upheaval, and the people of the world simply overthrowing all known forms of government and control.

Then, the screen cuts out entirely... before it casts an ominous glow. A gravely voice speaks;

"We now live upon the edge of a new horizon. An era where our people show how sick and tired they've become with the world today. A planet where the inmates run the asylum, and there is no longer a form of law and order, right and wrong..."

The glow dissipates into a dark and shadowy image, someone seemingly sitting in a chair... "We're not here to change things. We're not here to save you. We're here to take advantage of the hostile nature in XWF, a fed that's fallen........and to make it our playground. To show these kids what trouble really looks like. The girls and boys like Chris Chaos, Robert Main, Jenny Myst...they believe they're all that and a bag of frito-lays, but they can't step in our shoes. They can't walk where we've walked, they can't deal with the cards we've been dealt, they don't have it in them to reach the heights we've reached. Kids... your days are numbered, your careers are coming to an end before they truly had a chance to begin. Your stars are fading so ours may return to shine once more. XWF.........


".....Prepare 4 war."

The chair swivels around so we may see the back, and through the darkness we can barely see a message reading; 'wait.4.it'

XTREME CHAMPIONSHIP Jessalyn Hart© - vs - John Holliday Xtreme Rules If Mystery Opponent does not RP by Wednesday Management will reveal his identity by then. 2500 Word Limit - 3 RP Maximumx

The following match is for the X-Treme championship, with champ Jessalyn Hart squaring off against returning star John Holliday!





John Holliday hits the ramp, looking ready for action and with a steel chair already in hand! He slides under the bottom rope with it getting in a couple practice swings as he waits for the champ!





The words NEVER...BE...SILENT!!! appear on the screen as the song starts. Lights go out Stobe lights at the top of the ramp illuminate the silhouette of Jessalyn. The lights come on to her facing the facing the ring. She runs down the ramp, towing a wheeled garbage can full of weapons with her! She slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle with arms stretched out!

Holliday jumps the bell when Hart is still posing, and he cracks her in the back with the chair!

DING!

DING!

DING!

The champ drops to the mat, calling out in pain! Holliday lifts the chair up and drills her with it again! Jessalyn takes the blow but rolls out of the ring in desperation to get away, going to her garbage can full of mischief! Holliday follows her out and beats her to the punch, going for another chair shot swing, but Jessalyn kicks him in the guts instead, and then dropkicks him in the face!

She makes it to the garbage can and pulls out a fire extinguisher! Making her way over to the challenger, she drills Holliday in the head with it as he gets to his feet, and then forces him up and throws him into the crowd barricade! Picking the extinguisher up again, she pulls the pin on it and hoses Holliday down with the spray, blinding him!

Holliday stumbles away, wiping at his eyes and cursing and Hart gives chase, catching him from behind with a rear waist lock followed by a suplex to the floor. She picks Holliday's leg up and goes for the pin.

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2....HOLLIDAY ROLLS A SHOULDER UP!


Hart picks up Holliday, who is still struggling to clear his vision, and throws him into the ring post! Holliday smacks into it and sprals to the floor, giving the champ time to return to her can of tricks. This time she pulls out....A WEED WHACKER! The fans pop in anticipation as she pulls the chain to get it roaring to life! It works, and she approaches Holliday with it.

John, his vision now doing a whole lot better, sees the pain coming towards him and he scuttles underneath the ring. Hart looks annoyed and circles the ring, waiting for him to come out. Finally, Hollidy pops out behind her holding a 2 by 4. He sneaks up behind her and breaks it in half over her back! Jessalyn drops the weed whacker and falls to her knees. Holliday scoops up the lawn instrument and brings it to bear on it's owner, pressing it down on poor Jessalyn's back! She screams as the wire lances her flesh, opening up a number of deep bleeding cuts! She crawls away in agony, and thankfully the weed whacker stops working. Holliday starts to get it going again, but it won't start, so he toses it and looks in Jessalyn's garbage can for another weapon.

After rummaging around for a bit, Holliday pulls out a framed photo of Shane ....which he promptly scoffs at and throws to the side. He reaches back in and retrieves a pair of brass knuckles instead!

By this point, Jessalyn is on the ramp and pulling herself to her feet, her lacerated back bleeding and running down her legs. Holliday approaches with the knucks fitted and goes to throw a punch at her. Hart dodges at the last second and counters with another drop kick. Holliday gets planted and she transitions this into a standing moonsault. She goes for another cover!

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2.....HOLLIDAY TOSSES HER OFF!


Jessalyn puts some distance between herself and the challenger, backing up to the crowd control barricade. Holliday rushes her, but she back body drops him into the front row! He lands on a big fat woman, who spills her drink and snacks everywhere!

Hart scoots over the barricade herself, just as the fat woman tosses Holliday off and starts bitching at him! Jessalyn grabs Holliday and spins him around, and he goes to knock her teeth in with the knucks, but she dodges and he punches the fat lady instead! The heffer collapses on top of Jessalyn, pinning her to the floor! Holliday shrugs and jumps on top of the fat woman! Is this even a legal pin?!!

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3.....NO! Hart barely gets a shoulder up!


She tries to pull herself out from under this big bitch. Holliday grabs a hand full of her hair and drags her into the center aisle, where he picks her up and power slams her on the steps! Hart arches her back in pain and Holliday waits for her, lining her up for a brass knucks shot! Hart gets up and runs right into a glancing blow! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!

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3......HART GETS A SHOULDER UP! SHE WEATHERED THAT BRASS KNUCKS SHOT!

Holliday looks flabbergasted! But for all her impressive resilience, Hart looks seriously dazed and probably kicked out on pure instinct! Holliday drags her up again and tries to nail another punch, but Jessalyn blocks and throws Holiday down the aisle, he trips on the stairs and lands on his face. Jessalyn again puts some distance in between them, going up in the opposite direction now, stumbling a bit and giving testament to how bad that brass knucks shot was.

Holliday recovers and pursues her, going up the steps. He stops to steal a drink from a fan, and when he reaches Hart he throws the drink in her eyes and follows it up with a stiff DDT onto the concrete aisleway! He covers the champ!

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3.....JESSALYN SOMEHOW GETS A SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

John pounds the floor in frustration, in a state of pure disbelief that the champ is still holding on! He gets up and starts putting the botts to her, giving her no room to breath as she uses a seat to try to get to a standing position. Holliday goes for yet another brass knucks shot, but this time Jessalyn catches his arm and she starts biting his fingers!! Holliday screams in pain as his hand starts to bleed! Jessalyn doesn't let up, she's like a rapid animal going to town on those digits! Then, with Holliday's hand incapacitated, she pulls the knucks right off his bloodied fingers and tosses them into the crowd so they're not a threat anymore.

Holliday then uses his good hand to pull Jessalyn into a head butt by her hair! The champ gets rocked, but she returns fire with a punch to Holliday's face, and then another, and another! Hart calls to the crowd to gain some momentum and the fans nearby pop for her. She then hits a another kick to Holliday's midsection, picks him up powerbomb style and then drops him into a sick WIDOW'S PEAK! Hart scrambles onto him for the cover!

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The match is over. Hart rolls over onto her back looking exhausted while Holliday lays in the center of the ring looking up at the ceiling.

Winner and STILL XWF XTREME CHAMPION - Jessalyn Hart

After the Xtreme title match, Jess is walking backstage to her lockeroom when she finds Vita unconcious, driven through a table, with wood and metal piled upon her... Jess yells for help, before kneeling to try and help her partner.

Voice: Hey yo!! CHICKENHEAD!!!

Jess turns around to find Rain and Storm standing there, staring her down. Snow berrates the champ, as Rain smiles like a hyena.

Snow: Jess. You, Vita, everyone else here in this damn place thinks we ain't good enough to throw down with this comp'ny, but I'mma tell ya right now, we got just as much in the tank as ANY one ah y'all!!!

Rain: Jessalyn, the ONLY reason you still hold that strap is because of a damn count out!! >:^O You aren't a TRUE champion, you aren't a TRUE warrior... you aren't a competitor, you're a fraud!

Jess is about to say something when all of a sudden, static slices through the screen, scrambling our vision of the three. Distorted noise interrupts what they are saying... but from out of nowhere, we can see just well enough to find three other figures appear. The five beat the holy hell out of the poor girl, along with her partner. Officials rush in to make the save, and the five attackers flee from the scene as we fade out...

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Joachim Bright - vs - Sebasstian Dyke Standard Match 1000 Word Limit 4 Rps Max

The following singles contest is scheduled for one fall!





Introducing first! Representing BX3, he is currently one half of the XWF Tag Team Champions, Sebasstian Dyke!

And the ever so familiar sounds of "If I Was Invisible" by Clay Aiken play as Sebasstian Dyke makes his way down the ramp, with the XWF Tag Team Championship belt as he ends up smacking five people in the head with the belt on the way to the ramp. All by accident of course. Naturally.





And his opponent...Joachim Bright!


"Words As Weapons" by Seether plays as Joachim Bright, makes his way down the ramp, vaulting over the top rope before he parches himself on the top turnbuckle as he stares down his opponent.

The bell rings as not trying to waste anytime, Joachim prepares to launch himself off the turnbuckle he's currently positioned on as he's looking to plant a missile dropkick onto Dyke! Looking to take out the XWF Tag Team Champion right here and right now! But before he can do so, Dyke puts his hands up to stop him before he falls to a fetal position in the middle of the ring crying as he starts screaming about "a greater paradise of porn and not the regular kind" – whatever the fuck that means.

Joachim at this point in time is confused as he's still standing at the turnbuckle looking at the referee, the crowd and Dyke circling through all three positions. This goes on and lasts for a solid 20 seconds whilst Dyke is still crying in the middle of the ring before Bright decides to go for it! He's going to go ahead and attempt to plant a top rope senton onto Dyke.

He's going for it! He's going for a top rope senton!

Joachim positions himself as he takes flight and CONNECTS WITH THE SENTON! NO HE DOESN'T! The senton hits hard on the canvas as Dyke rolls out of the way at the very last second as Joachim gets a face full of canvas! Dyke grabs onto Joachim and immediately puts him in a headlock whilst both men are on the ground as Dyke starts screaming in Joachim's face still, continuously talking about the "greater paradise of irregular porn", before he flips Joachim over and puts him in a cradle pin! Looking for the pinfall right here and right now!




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KICK-OUT!

And Joachim gets the shoulder up here but Dyke isn't done! More offence needs to be dished out as Dyke lifts Bright up and is looking to drill him with a sidewalk slam directly onto the canvas. Dyke lifts up...AND JOACHIM COUNTERS OUT! DROP TOE-HOLD! The drop-toe-hold sends Dyke's head slamming hard into the canvas as Bright knows it is time to capitalise! Bright hits the ropes straight away putting that speed to good use as he connects with a BRUTAL RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE TO THE FACE OF DYKE!

Picture-perfect double knee strike there! Directly into the face of the XWF Tag Team Champion!


Bright knows he has Dyke down momentarily as he races to the turnbuckle parching himself on top again AS HE DIVES AND TAKES FLIGHT AND CONNECTS WITH A MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE! Almost like a knife slicing through better, the moonsault was perfectly smooth and perfectly executed as Bright slams and lands down on Dyke before Bright hooks the leg! Going for the cover! Going for the win!




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SHOULDER UP!

And now Dyke is the one kicking out! Keeping himself alive in this match-up! Bright knows he has to keep the offence going as he attempts to lift Dyke up off of the canvas and stares directly into the eyes of Sebasstian Dyke...who starts crying again! The crying and wailing is loud as Dyke is crying directly into Bright's face and Bright is confused about it! The crying continues AS DYKE TAKES ADVANTAGE CONNECTING WITH AN ARM-DRAG TAKEDOWN ONTO JOACHIM BRIGHT!

The son of the Engineer collides across the canvas as Bright gets back to his feet AND DYKE RUSHES IN THE AIR! UH-OH! DICK ALL UP IN YA GRILL! The standing Bronco Buster connects as the thursts keep pounding on Joachim Bright! The thrusts last for a fair while until Dyke is to the point of losing his breath and falls over on Bright! Going for the cover! Hooking the leg!




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KICK-OUT!

Bright is still alive! The kick-out is there as Dyke has no opportunity to fight-back here as Joachim backs up, sliding in-between the legs of a rising Dyke. Bright is now behind Sebasstian, as Sebasstian turns around, AS JOACHIM BRIGHT CHARGES AND CONNECTS WITH A RISING KNEE LIFT DIRECTLY TO THE JAW OF SEBASSTIAN DYKE! A brutal knee strike once again sends Dyke staggering backwards as Joachim Bright sees his chance! He see his opportunity and you can guarantee that he is going to capitalise here! With a staggering, groggy Dyke, Joachim goes to the top turnbuckle once again before he RACES ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! JOACHIM IS GOING INSANELY FAST HERE AS HE LEAPS OFF! THE MOMENTUM CARRIES HIM FORWARD AS HE CONNECTS WITH THE RAZOR'S EDGE! The Dragonrana pin on Dyke here and the cover from Bright! Hooking both legs!








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Three!!!

Winner - Joachim Bright

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Bright is walking down the hallway after Savage comes back from commercial. He had already thanked Chris Chaos for "teaching him" a lesson he needed to learn.

Chaos is walking down the hall, his CHAOTIC DESIRES tee on and wrestling tights.

"Jojo! Great win out there tonight, buddy". Chris is clapping for him. Jo shoots him a look.

"All seriousness though.....have you thought more about my offer to join Empire?"

Jo says nothing and just tries to walk by.

"I taught you a valuable lesson, little one. I suggest you use it."

Jo turns, looking at Chaos. "Oh, I plan to."

Chaos grins as Jo walks by.

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Az is walking toward the ring, when he finds Rain and Snow.

Rain: Good luck out there, champ!! ^__^

Azrael: Shut the hell up and get out of my way, freak.

Snow: HEY! Don't you call my brother a freak, ya freak!!

Rain: Az, I've bee wanting to rip you apart since I first stepped into XWF back in '13. You can say I'm not worth your time, but I know the truth...

Snow: You're afraid, SpaceBoy!! All there is to it.

Azrael: Can the two of you get the hell out of my way so I can go drive Chaos into the canvas? I'm not going to waste my time on either of you, so just get that into your thick, hick, inbred heads!!!

Rain: Azrael, you can duck and hide all you want, but there will be a day when the two of us collide... and you and the rest of the XWF will stop looking down upon me as a joke... and start seeing me for what I truly am... The new, and ETERNAL King of XWF!!! And then you, Lane, Myst, Gilmour, Bourbon and everyone else that the Perfect Storm WILL bring down any and all who stand between us and our future. Az-hole... We'll see you soon.

Azrael: I hope not.

Rain and Snow march away, as Azrael looks on with a grimace.

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Azrael Erebus - vs - Chris Chaos Standard Match Special Guest Ref - N.A.Z.I. 2500 Word Limit - 3 RP Maximumx The ref may do one RP up to 1000 words declaring his intentions for the match

Azrael appears and walks to the ring confidently, with a dead set, determined look in his eyes. Eyes that smolder with a touch of fire.

NAZI is already in the ring and stares at Az as he climbs the steps.



The words "FOLLOW ME" show up on the X-Tron screen as smoke billows at the entrance. Blue and white lights flicker. At the 10 second mark, he steps through the smoke wearing his jacket (Rated R Edge trench coat). Looking to both sides of the crowd. He walks slowly to the ring until he gets about 3/4 of the way down, then jogs and slides into the ring (edge style)...When he gets into the ring he gets up on the far turnbuckle and gets up on it, throwing both arms up.




Chris and Az go right at each other as the bell rings. They trade blows in the middle of the ring. Chris gains the early advantage and whips Azrael into the corner. He runs and drives his shoulder into Azrael's mid section over and over again. Whipping him into the other corner, he runs and hits a splash. Az stumbles out to the middle of the ring and Chaos comes off the ropes, looking to end it early with a spear!

Az is able to counter with a wrist lock takedown. Chaos pops out of it but his momentum is stopped briefly as Az is able to get a kick to the side of the head out of nowhere which sends Chaos stumbling into the corner. Az walks over and slams Chris's head off the ropes several times. NAZI is there to make sure everything is legal. Az turns him around and chops him twice. Then, sitting Chaos on the middle rope he is going for a suplex but Chaos begins to punch at the sides of the space man.

The two are battling on the second rope. Chaos is able to fight him off and Az drops down onto both feet and Chaos comes off the middle rope.....

Az catches him in mid air!

SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!

Az goes for the cover.

Nazi hesitates, then slides down.



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Chaos kicks out. Az rolls off and looks at his former partner, claiming he took too long to drop down for the count.

Meanwhile, the ultimate opportunist takes advantage and rolls up Az into a small package pin.

The count is equally as slow this time.


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Az pops out and this time Chaos has a gripe. The action is starting early.

Chaos looks at Nazi and shakes his head. He mouths something like "come on".

Both men pop up. Az goes for another spinning kick, Chris ducks, and Az comes down on the other side for a standing drop kick which sends Chris back against the ropes. He then clotheslines Chaos over the ropes. Nazi watches on as Az takes to the top rope. He points at Chaos, who is using the apron to get to his feet. He yells out something in his native alien language and swanton's Chaos, as the two crash to the mat on the outside. Nazi instantly begins to count as both men are down on the outside.

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They both begin to stir.


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NAZI is counting in German, but nobody seems to notice.



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Chaos is almost up to his knees....as is using the barricade to propel himself up.




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Both men are pretty much on their feet.





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Az runs and slides into the ring.




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Chaos gets into the ring JUST in time.

Nazi signals the OK and action resumes. Az picks up Chaos for a suplex but Chaos slides behind.

The scene cuts to Jenny watching the match from her office, her hand over her face as she sees Chris not dominating the way she would like.

Az goes for a DDT but Chaos comes out of nowhere with a thumb to the eye. He backs up and clubs Az across the head. He stumbles back holding his eye as Chaos takes the padding off the turnbuckle. Nazi allows it.

Az stumbles back and Chris picks him up, an atomic drop with the knee to the groin, and then throws him head first at the exposed turn buckle. Az bounces off of it, and stumbles back..................


SPEAR!!!!!!


CHRIS CHAOS NEARLY BROKE AZRAEL IN HALF!


Chaos covers the now bloody Azrael but just then the crowd cheers. It's Joachim Bright! He came through the crowd and jumped the barricade Joachim slides into the ring. Chaos uncovers Az and approaches just as Jo steps through onto the apron, backing away. Chaos is telling him to come in the ring, knowing he won't have the match DQ'd by Nazi. Jo points and laughs, and Chaos swings. Jo moves and Az, who is back on his feet, grabs Chaos and turns him around.


Darkest Light!!!!!!!!!!!

Chaos is out, Joachim jumps off the apron.


Az hooks the leg.



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CHRIS KICKS OUT BUT ITS TOO LATE!!!!!

Winner - Azrael Erebus

Nazi, who looks like he just made the hardest decision of his life, looks at Az who slides into the corner to catch his bearings then looks at the downed Chaos. He stares at the situation in front of him out of the ring as Azrael's music hits.

The commentator mentions how maybe Joachim did learn from Chaos after all.

Just then

BLACKOUT!

Seconds pass and the lights return, alternating between a golden and blue hue.

NAZI stands alone in the ring now, when..............

I walk the Earth! Another day!
The wicked one! That comes this way!
Savior to my own! Devil to some!
YOUR kind falls! Something wicked comes!




(((just play it!)))

"I remember a time, Nathaniel, when you were a loyal soldier who would do anything for me... Anything for my Black Circle."

The fans instantly recognize that it is none other than... (have you figured it out yet?) ...speaking to Nazi! Business is about to pick up!

"How pitiful is it that I've just watched you take the role of a guest official in a match, in which you made NO EFFORTS to sabotage either side! You let your friendship with someone who violates every fiber of your beliefs by not being born of this world, STOP you from aiding your Empire brother to victory at any cost necessary? You even stood by as an outsider swayed the outcome through cowardly distractions and childish games? You allowed pieces to fall as they may have with ANY official in power of this match!? You? YOU? The one I once considered a source of power without any remorse or reasoning other than ultimate purification?"

"This entire federation has fallen into the depths of disappointment and now, starting with you, must be reforged through disassembly."

"You failure. You betrayer of the word your shell still attempts to preach!"

The fans rise and realize that Shane has reverted to a version of his former self, long thought abandoned. He has returned to his roots, marching toward that ring as lighting continues to flash through the arena.

The fans can't hold back! They erupt as enters the ring with that steel black bat and without even a split second of hesitation... no stare down... no chance for any response from Nazi... SMASHES the end of that bat right into Nazi's chest in a stabbing motion! Electricity surges through Nazi's body! That's no ordinary bat!

Nazi's convulsing body collapses to the canvas as Shane keeps the end of that weapon pressed firmly into his chest while the sounds of crackling and popping fill the air. Nazi's body flashes blue and white... and surges of lightning race through and around his entire body!

"Die!"

"Die, worthless failure!"

tosses the weapon aside suddenly and begins kicking Nazi's face in! He pulls him up just to kick him with all his might right in the groin but it's unclear if Nazi is even feeling anything at this point, still convulsing and vomiting uncontrollably.

"Now, collector! Now! Do it! Do it!"

What the...? Who is Shane talking to...

Wait a minute!

A pair of blades begin poking their way up from under the ring, ripping and cutting a hole right through the canvas as the fans lose their shit!

OH MY GOD!

HE HAS EMERGED STRAIGHT FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL ITSELF AND IS HERE TO COLLECT!!!

MORBID ANGEL!

MORBID ANGEL!

MORBID ANGEL!

Fans: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

But wait! Chris Chaos and Azrael have both returned to the ring! They couldn't stand by in the back and watch this happen but Shane and Morbid Angel begin battling them head on... back and forth for a few seconds until...

WHO THE HELL IS THAT DESCENDING FROM THE SKY ABOVE!? It's almost like he fell out of nowhere but lands completely unharmed! It's...

It's...

BY GOD IT'S LUCA ARZEGOTTI!

Shane and Luca Arzegotti have been reunited at last, after all these years!

Half of the fans: Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck!
The other half: Fucking yes! Fucking yes! Fucking yes!

Shane shoves Chris Chaos back into a primed and ready Luca... GET AWAY DRIVER! Good lord that sickening version of a kneeling omega driver has knocked Chaos clean out cold!

Morbid Angel shoves Azrael to Luca but Luca shoves Azrael to Shane who shoves him back to Morbid, who stabs Azrael in the gut with his blade that must be at least two feet long! Morbid lifts Azrael up over his head by the blade through his gut, sending him soaring over the top rope!

"Now, back to business. I said it's time to COLLECT!"

Luca pulls Nazi up and holds him in place as Shane starts to tug at Nazi's belt and undoes his pants?!?

Oh my god. No... NO! They can't be! Shane exposes Nazi's cock to the world as Morbid Angel sharpens his blades!

The world remembers again exactly why Morbid Angel is known as THE DICK COLLECTOR!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In one clean swipe, Morbid has separated Nazi's cock from his body and it flies up into the air, landing in Shane's gloved hand. Shane laughs and hands the newly won collectable to its new owner, Morbid Angel, who seems very pleased to pick up right where he left off and the fans are going ape shit. Blood sprays from Nazi's open wound as Luca throws him out of the ring and wipes his hands off in disgust.

"There, failure! Now you've got a shell that matches the putrid pansy that you've become inside. I hope you survive this but I'm doubtful. I hope... I hope so much you survive this and try to DO something about it; you AND your newly carved pussy! You woman! You harmless ant! You AND your ineffective Empire! Your legions of followers OH WAIT they haven't existed ever since you traded in those balls for a pair of 'good friends' you call matches down the middle for! HAHAHAHAHAHA! What a joke!"

"You're only the first. I see the entire XWF as leagues of piss and shit diaper loads just waiting to be cut free from their comfortable little worlds that revolve only around themselves and lack any true desire or hunger!"

"You listening, GHOST TANK? OF COURSE YOU'RE NOT!!!"

"But what about Peter Gilmour? We all KNOW you're paying attention and we KNOW you're going to be torn up and bloodied to no end."

"All the way from the bottom where Drezdin resides... we'll cut straight through and explode through the top of the worthless heap! That means YOU, ENGINEER!"

"Everyone..."

"And when you all run to Vincent Lane, only to find he doesn't even pretend to have the ability to stop us, don't bother asking why. He wants this just as much as we do because his filthy pockets will be lined as a result of the bloodletting! FOOLS! Pawns! BELONGINGS!"

"You ALL deserve to experience LOSS on levels you've never imagined possible! You're ALL next!"

Shane's looking about ready to pop a blood vessel when he finally SLAMS down the mic and it shatters into more pieces than any iPhone or $1000 laptop could ever produce.

Shane ... Luca Arzegotti… Morbid Angel... The End.


BLACKOUT!


What... The... Fuck...

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Jenny is IRATE in her office. She has her security staff and demands to Joachim to be found.

"Bring Bright to my office! Now! Not after snacks, not after your smoke break, not after CSI, NOW!"

They nodded. She shook her head and walked back to her desk with a hand on her temple.

XWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Abigail Monroe © - vs - Damon Tyler Televison Title Match 15 Minute Time Limit Option 2 - 2500 Word Limit - 3 RP Maximum

Damon walks to the ring.

[vevent] Streaks of water slide and gush across the floor, from every direction of the arena, coming together in order to form; at the top of the entrance ramp, the very attractive shape of Abigail Monroe. The music blares to life from the speakers and a dazzling array of fireworks pop while the crowd cheers in anticipation. Then Abigail begins her journey to the ring as an assortment of blue sparkly lights simultaneously follow her and dart around the arena. Once to the ring, she uses water transformation to lift herself up and cascade over the top rope. Landing in the center of the ring, Abigail reforms and takes her place, in anticipation of the fight ahead. However, not before turning to the crowd, for one last peak. An act that she seals, with a wink. Abigail seems rather confident in her ability to retain the belt against the hyper-aggressive Damon Tyler. Just as the match is about to start, however, the lights go off. The crowd is in a stir as pink smoke swallows the stage and white strobe lights begin to flash, illuminating several angry faces. A "let them fight, let them fight, let them fight" chant breaks out. [vevent]

Jenny walks out onto the rampway with a mic in her hand.

Monroe doesn't look too pleased, by Damon has a small smile on his face.

"Abigail, don't get your bloomers in a bunch. I just want to make sure that as your Queen and acting General Manager of Savage, I am a woman of my word. I told Damon that his efforts in our victory last week would result in him getting rewarded......as you can see, he was immediately made the number one contender for the belt you are currently holding. However, I don't think that was enough. You see, Damon has a little help tonight. No good deed goes unrewarded on my show. So, for this Television Title match let me introduce to you the special guest time keeper.......

Chris Chaos!

Chris steps out onto the ramp way. He leans in and the two kiss. He then walks down the ramp and around the ring as Abigail protests. Chris ushers the original time keeper away and sits down. The ref turns and asks for the bell.....

"Just one second there, chief. Was I done? I don't remember saying I was done. Did I say that? No. So......let me also introduce to you your special guest commentator for this match.................Jenny Myst!"

She smiles, dropping the mic as she walks to the ring. Chris rings the bell and the Damon immediately charges Abigail, who was busy watching Jenny. There is a static on the head set as she puts it on.

15:00

Meanwhile Damon has Abigail in a sleeper in the middle of the ring.

"Hello Xwf Universe! Your Queen speaking. This is going to be one hell of a match, let me tell you. Two tough competitors here."

Abigail spins, trying to get out of the sleeper. Damon locks tighter. She refuses to fade, and her efforts pay off as she is able to elbow her way out of it and spin to a vertical base. She shoves Damon back, he hits an uppercut staggering her back.

"Ohhh, that was a Bobby Brown kinda shot there".

Damon has her back in the corner with a series of chops and slaps. She slumps. He walks out to the middle of the ring. Loading up he runs and goes to drive the knee into the face of the champion but she moves at the last second and his knee crashes into the turnbuckle.

"Damn, that one hurt me."

Abigail walks to the middle of the ring and looks over her shoulder.

"She seems more concerned with us than with Damon."

She looks up at the timer. Plenty left.

13: 20

Damon gets up but is gimpy and the champ immediately exploits it, showing a nasty side, with a chop block to the leg. She stays on the offensive, with a knee drop on the leg then locking Damon in a modified figure four. He is fighting to get to the ropes but also fighting some pain. Abigail lets go and throws her arms up. She seems more confident than usual.

"Disgusting act there from the champion. She should learn to show a little humility."

She goes back to grab Damon, but again he knocks her back with a desperation uppercut. A knee to the gut he goes for a DDT but she slides out and goes to roll him up, he reverses and lifts her for a powerbomb,


but she reverses



Dis-Arm-Her!

"This is a move she calls Water Vixen's Fury. Stupid name. Decent move though."

10:03

Damon is able to roll out of this and break the hold. Abigail tries her hardest to keep it in. Her strategy appears to out last Damon. She stands Damon up and he shoves her off. She comes off the ropes he goes for a spear she jumps over and comes off the other side he catches her in a sidewalk slam. Holding his leg and catching his bearings, he scoots to the corner to take a breather. Abigail is back up now and she approaches Damon who braces for a fight but suddenly there is a loud

DING

Abigail looks. Chris has "dropped the hammer." He apologizes, pointing to himself saying his bad.

Abigail turns into a big boot to the face.


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3---She kicks out.

"Abigail was distracted there and it almost cost her. She needs to be smarter in my ring."

Damon seems to be energized now. He needed that one momentary distraction. He walks Abigail to the middle of the ring and hits a huge impaler DDT. She is out flat in the middle of the ring.

"Damn making the most of opportunities and opponents mistakes here, that is a very Empire thing to do"

8:04

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3---Abigail stays alive by getting her shoulder up!

6:00

"Damn, err....uh....kickout there by Abigail!"

Damon looks at Jenny.

"She's a resilient one."

He pulls Abigail to one knee. She instinctively chops the already tender knee. Damon drops to a knee. Abigail, with strength coming out 0f nowhere, is able to face plant Damon on the mat. She gets up and is woozy but signaling for her finisher!

There is static again as Jenny runs to the apron and waves her arms. Abigail turns to look, and when she turns back.

Cataclysm! Running bicycle knee

He lifts Abigail up, his bad knee giving out once but he secures her......

Electric Revelator!


The pin




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Jenny has a mic now, as she raises Damon's hand.

"Here is your winner and NEW XWF Television Champion! Damon Tyler!"

He grabs the belt and shuffles to the corner, wincing but holding it high.

Winner and NEW XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION---Damon Tyler!!!!!!

Jenny looks at Tyler for a moment then winks, rolling out of the ring as he holds his belt high.

Just as the show is about to head toward its main event, the cameras find Snow backstage. She is duct-taped tight to a wall as the shadows of four images are cast over her, from off-cam.



All four of them wear an 'anonymous' mask, casting an ominous prescence over Sarah 'Snow' Gordon... One of them grabs what seems to be a spray can, which they shake up a bit, before using to spray three letters across Snow's tank top:

N.W.O.

They drop the can before the group head off into the darkness, cackling all the way.

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We are in the parking lot, after Rain has finished watching the show backstage... He walks over to his hot pink and jet black convertible, where he expects to find Snow... Instead, the vehicle is empty. A screech is heard in the distance, and as Rain turns his head, we find a white hummer aimed right for him!! He leaps out of the way, a hair away from being roadkill... He glances back, and he sees ten letters on the license plate;

['newHORIZON']

Rain stands back up, as he finds his sister Snow rushing toward him along with a few officials, who clearly helped remove her from captivity.

Snow: What in tarnations is goin' down, bro?! First them bastards strapped me up to a wall, now they try tah smash ya with a damn car...

Rain: Calm down, Sarah... this battle's just begun. If we wanna make a name for ourselves and turn our negative image into a positive one, we NEED to dismantle these guys...

Snow: Those motherfuckers are goin' down!! We ain't gonna take this without a fight!! Reeve, we've finally found our motivation tah whoop these mudda'fukkerz ASSES!!!

Rain: Sarah...let's roll.

Just then, Jenny comes onto the scene.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Rain, Snow, you two turd stains have taken over my entire show. I let it slide for ENTIRELY too long. Get the hell out of here and next week....the two of you are banned from the building. You can watch from your own televisions just like Taylor Mayde. How DARE you take up my entire show? You better drive away RIGHT NOW before I have you both forcibly removed from the premises!"

Rain and Snow both speed off. Jenny rolls her eyes, annoyed, and walks back to the building. Just then a masked person, man or woman, it was hard to tell, stood in the doorway waving at Jenny, shaking a key......

"Da fuck?!"

She runs towards the door as the masked figure slams it shut. She pounds on the door in a fit of rage yelling "WHO ARE YOU!!! THIS IS MY SHOW!!!!!" as show fades out.

Big shout outs to Engy and Damon Tyler for match writing. Cant thank you guys enough. Shane, too, we love you shane