It's the last Wednesday Warfare of the old era. The old logo is still branded on each side of the ring as 15,000 fans are packed into the arena for the last Warfare before the new era.


The pyro explodes on stage as thousands of fans are crammed into the Izod Center in East Rutherford, New Jersey.


The song "Piss Up A Rope" by Ween plays as we're scheduled to be joined by none other than the new Warfare General Manager, Jim Hickbilly.


Jim Hickbilly walks out on stage wearing a fresh set of overalls as he aims to look extra classy for the occasion. The Hickster is even wearing a Confederate theme necktie! Hickbilly is also carrying with him a Money in the Bank briefcase which he earned not too long ago by defeating Scorpio in a non-title World Title match.


"YEEEHAW!" he shouts at the top of his lungs as he passes by the eager fans in front row. He stops by one fan who's holding up a sign that says, 'Thank You Jim!" which he points to as he smiles at the camera.


"Thank you, folks," says Jim as his music is cut off.


The camera zooms in on another sign at ringside which reads, "RIP Miyoko." Jim seems to really like that one as he gives that fan a thumbs up.


"Now, I know you were expecting someone a little prettier to come out here tonight. But you'll just have to settle for me instead. I also know that you're all eagerly expecting answers, especially when it comes to the XWF Championship."


A "Fuck Tristan!" chant starts up which cuts Jim off.


"Boy, it's ruthless crowd tonight."


The Tristan chant begins to fade as a "We Want Feder" chant picks up.


"Well, I wish I could answer those questions, but the truth is I'm only a temporary General Manager. One night only folks..."


At that moment, the voice of Shane emanates from the stage. The XWF owner walks out holding a microphone as the fans boo him loudly.


Shane : "Hold on a second, Hickster."


The boos grow stronger as Shane makes his way into the ring...


Shane : "Howdy, Jim. How are you tonight?"


Jim Hickbilly and the fans: "YEEEEEHAW!"


Shane : "Hah! I like that! And so do the fans, Jim. That's why I appointed you as the GM tonight. Jim, you have the ability to connect with these fans like I haven't seen in years. A lot of guys who come into this federation struggle with that, Jim. But you make it look easy!"

"You've sold more merchandise than all three of the Egomaniacs combined, you defeated Scorpio in what should have been a XWF Title match, and you ran one of the best Monday Night Madness' of all time. I believe Randall Cross even gave you an award for it."

"That's why here tonight, I'm here to offer you a deal, Jim."


The fans cheer as Shane pulls a small stack of papers out of his coat. It looks to be some kind of contract.


Shane : "I want you to run Wednesday Warfare permanently, Jim."


Jim's face lights up as Shane holds up the General Manager's contract which he has already signed.


Shane : "Warfare needs you more than ever now Jim. But if you accept this off it will come at a price."


Shane points down at Jim Hickbilly's Money in the Bank briefcase.


Shane : "You can't be a GM and a XWF Title contract holder. You will need to make a choice. What will it be, Jim? Warfare General Manager or future XWF Champion? I'll give you until the end of the night to make a decision."


Jim looks down at his hands. In one hand there is an XWF briefcase which contains an XWF Title shot. In the other hand is the Warfare General Manager contract. What will his decision be?




ANNOUNCER: "The following contest, is the MAIN EVENT of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall and it is an X-Treme RULES MATCH!"


***The crowd cheers heavily as they know they will be witnessing something intense and brutal. 'Kryptonite' by 3 Doors Down begins to play signaling the entrance of "The Monolith" Benjamin Crane.




***Benjamin Crane makes his appearance on stage. He stops momentarily, then proceeding down the aisle looking over the crowd as he walks. He climbs the steps and into the ring he throws off his hood and thrusts his arms to the air to a very nice response from the XWF crowd on hand.


***Kryptonite fades out. Crane paces the ring in anticipation of the forthcoming match. The arena light dim with a thunderous burst of pyro that ignites the X-Tron frame in flames. Johnny Cash cues up throughout the arena.




***Eight of Dukes Followers make there way to the aisle. 4 on each side holding torches high, lighting the path for Sebastian Duke and Asmodeus. Both men make there entrance to a chorus of boos and jeers from the amped up crowd. Duke's eyes never once leaving Benjamin Crane. Duke enters the ring and Cash fades out, the lights fade up. Both men stand face to face. The announcer jumps into the ring to make the introductions.


ANNOUNCER: "Introducing the first. The man to my left. From Louisville, Kentucky, weighing 2 hundred 15 pounds, he stands 6 foot 2 inches tall. Ladies and gentlemen.... The Monolith.... BENJAMIIIIIIIN CRAAAAANE!!!"


***The crowd cheers for the XWF newcomer.


ANNOUNCER: "Now the man to my right. Weighing in tonight at 2 hundred 78 pounds. Standing 6 foot 8 inches tall, ladies and gentlemen. The Angel of Darkness.... SEBASTIAAAAN DUUUUUKE!"


***The crowd boos heavily. The announcer makes his exit. Asmodeus exits also and stands at ringside. Both men retreat to their respective corners as the bell rings signalling that the match has begun.


[i]Duke goes right after Crane underestimating Crane's quickness. Crane quickly lands a few knees and kicks to the midsection of Duke causing him to backpedal into the corner. Crane comes right after Duke though, nailing him with punches and kicks in the corner. Crane brings Duke out of the corner and whips him towards the ropes. Duke reverses sending Crane off the ropes instead. Crane ducks a clothesline and bounces off the far side. Crane leaps into the air with a nice Crossbody Block attempt. Duke's superior strength allows him to catch Crane in mid-air and send him to the mat with a vicious Front Powerslam. Duke hooks the leg right away....


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2... KICKOUT!


Duke looks at the referee, questioning his ability to count. He doesn't waste much time, as he gets to his feet and reaches down and pulls Crane up by his hair. Duke tosses Crane into the corner sending him crashing hard. Crane slumps in a standing position in the corner as Duke nears his own corner. He's calling for Asmodeus' cane! Asmodeus gives Duke the cane. Duke charges the corner swinging the cane at Crane. Crane drops to a seated position just in time to avert potential disaster and Duke misses wildly. Crane escapes the corner through the legs of Duke. Crane is to his feet and lands some stiff kidney shots on Duke. Duke drops the cane to the mat and Crane picks it up. Duke turns around and CRACK! Crane lands the cane on the top of Duke's head. Duke falls face first to the mat. Crane rolls Duke over for the cover:


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Asmodeus yanks the leg of Benjamin Crane breaking the count. Crane is pissed. He is yelling at Asmodeus and the referee. During the bitch fest, Duke gets to his feet. Crane, still yelling at asmodeus. Duke clotheslines Crane from behind. Crane is over the top rope and to the floor. Duke angrily points at Asmodeus, and then to the entrance way. Asmodeus shrugs his shoulders and Duke mouths the word "go" as Asmodeus stomps off. Duke goes to the floor to meet Crane. Duke lays in some stomps on Crane and then reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He swings and CRACK! The steel chair meets the back of Benjamin Crane. Duke swings again. CRACK! Crane writhes in pain on the floor, clutching his back. Duke drops the chair and grabs Crane by the hair lifting him to his feet. Duke tosses Crane into the barricade, Crane wincing in pain after impact. Duke lifts Crane on his shoulder then drops him face first across the barricade with Snake Eyes. Crane again falls to the floor. Duke lifts Crane up yet again then up to his shoulders and turns and directs Cranes head toward the ringpost. Duke charges and Crane slides down just in time sending Duke crashing face first into the post. Crane grabs the steel chair and wastes no time as he swings at Duke. Duke tries to get out of the way but to no avail. CRACK! The chair impacts the left shoulder of Duke. CRACK! Another swing impacts the back of Duke. CRACK! CRACK! 2 more shots drops Duke to his knees. CRACK! One more stiff shot to the top of the skull and the crowd is going nuts. Crane reaches under the ring and pulls out a table to a huge roar from the crowd! Crane sets up said table and goes over to Duke who still clutches his back. Crane lifts Duke to his feet and walks him over to the table, laying him on it gently as to not have the table collapse under Duke's own weight. Crane grabs the chair again, CRACK! One last shot with the chair to the abdomen of Duke. Crane, lightning quick, leaps to the apron then to the top rope. He leaps into the air.... FOR ASGARD!! Crane lands the shooting star press sending both him and Duke crashing through the table and to the floor! Both men are down but Crane is stirring. He is to his feet first. He lifts Duke to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Crane slides in and immediately makes the cover:


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3... NO! Duke has his foot on the rope!


Crane's excitement dies quickly as both he and the referee notice the foot on the rope almost simaltaneously. Crane jumps to the floor and pulls out another table. He slides it and himself into the ring. Working quickly he sets up the table about 10 feet from the corner. Crane again, lifts Duke to his feet and pushes him to the corner. Crane lifts Duke to a seated position on the top rope. Crane follows him up and looks o the crowd. The crowd cheers wildly and Crane tries a Hurricanaran off the top! REJECTED! Duke uses his strength to counter it! He holds on to the top rope with one hand and uses the other to hold onto Cranes legs leaving him hanging there. Duke, with his feet on the middle rope stands up, then lifts Crane up and jumps off the ropes. He sends Crane crashing through the table in a Powerbomb from the middle rope! Duke, still winded from the assault from Crane staggers to his feet, then collapses in a heap on top of Crane. The referee makes the count:

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KICKOUT!


Just in time as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for 3. Duke's facial expression tell the story! He's visibly upset at the count! Duke yells at the referee as he staggers and struggles to get to his feet. His back still aching from the numerous chair shots earlier. The referee defends his count. Duke returns his attention to Crane who is still down amidst the ruins of the table. Duke bends down and grabs Crane by the hair. SMACK! Crane lands a quick kick to the head of Duke. The kicks stuns Duke who falls back on his ass. Crane gets to his feet quicker then anticipated. The referee quickly removes the busted up table. Crane off the ropes.... THE SORCEROR SUPREME!!! Crane nails the shining wizard with great execution leaving Duke flat on his back! Smelling victory, Crane goes for the cover:


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KICKOUT!


Duke kicks out much to the dismay of the XWF fans in attendance. Crane smiles realizing he just nearly defeated Sebastian Duke for the second time in as many tries. Crane, again, not one to waste much time, jumps outside and grabs a fresh chair, then another and tosses both into the ring. Crane back in the ring, he grabs Duke and lifts him to his feet. Crane send Duke to the corner. Crane charges and leaps to the middle rope landing multiple punches to the face and head of Duke. Duke pushes Crane off, but Crane lands on his feet. Crane again charges and leaps to the middle rope. More punches to the face and head of Duke. Again, Duke shoves him off. Much harder this time. Crane lands on his back but rolls through. Back to his feet. He grabs a chair and charges again at Duke, stll in the corner. CRACK! BIG BOOT! BIG BOOT! Dukes foot causes the chair to crash into the skull of Benjamin Crane! Crane falls like a ton of bricks to the mat! Duke hooks the leg:


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KICKOUT!


This time, no animation towards the referee about the count. Duke gets to his feet quickly setting up both chairs with the front of both seats facing and touching each other. Duke lifts Crane off the mat. He cluthches Crane by the throat and lifts him up for a Chokeslam! Crane crashes through the chairs in a heap! Duke senses victory and cockily just places one foot on the chest of Crane:


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SHOULDER UP!


Duke is visibly ticked again. He goes after the referee who backpedals to the corner. Duke complains about the count and the ref says nothing. Duke jumps to the outside and grabs 2 tables and a ladder. Sliding all three into the ring. Duke jumps back into the ring. He sets up the ladder in one corner. A table in the opposite corner. The other table, he sets up conventionally in the middle of the ring. Back to the floor goes Duke. He's wasting too much time. He grabs a white bottle, back to the ring. He opens the bottle and dumps some of its contents on the set up table. He reaches in his trunks and pulls out a pack of matches. He strikes one and tosses it onto the table igniting it in flames. He turns his attention to Crane who is getting to his feet. Duke sends Crane in the corner and follows in with a high impact clothesline. Duke lifts Crane onto the top turnbuckle. He clutches him by the throat obviously for a chokeslam through the flaming table. Crane counters! He uses his quickness to send Duke flying through the table with a quick Headscissor Takeover! Fortunately for Sebastian Duke, the percussion from the crash landing extinguished the flames. Both men are down. Both struggling to get to their feet. Ref removes the smoking table with caution. Duke lands a punch. Then another sending Crane back against the ropes. He bounces back and lands a couple quick blows himself sending duke staggering back a bit. Both men are now upright and a slow slugfest ensues. First Duke, crowd boos. Then Crane, crowd cheers. Duke, boos. Crane, cheers. Duke, Duke, boos and boos. Crane, Crane, cheers and cheers. Duke, boos. The last shot sends crane staggering against the ropes. He bounces baack nailing a Leaping Forearm shot to the head of Duke. Crowd cheers. Duke staggers back crashing into an empty corner. Crane revs up then charges Duke nailing the Stinger Splash in the corner! Duke staggers out then drops to the mat lying on his back. Crane point to the ladder. The crowd goes nuts. Crane, wasting no time sets up the ladder. He climbs to the top. He leaps.... FOR ARSGARD!! He nails the shooting star press from the top of the ladder! The excessive impact on Duke and the mat causes Crane to bounce off and roll to the outside and to the floor.


CROWD: "HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!"


Crane struggles to his feet. He's taking too long. Slowly, he slides into the ring. He crawls..... much to the adulation of the crowd on hand. Almost there..... FINALLY.... one arm dropped over the chest of Duke:


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SHOULDER UP!


Both men lay there momentarily. Almost unable to move. Finally, slowly, both men get to their feet. STANDING DROPKICK! Duke tries to counter to no avail! He staggers back, turns, and crashes face first into the corner with his back to all the XWF cameras. Crane, back to his feet. He walks with a purpose toward Duke. He nears the corner. Suddenly, Duke turns around. FIREBALL!!!! In the face of Ben Crane!!! Crane blinded by the fireball staggers backward. Duke off the ropes... SOUL SHOT!!!! He nails the clothesline from hell with AUTHORITY!(RIP Monsoon) Both men lay on the mat. Down and out and unable to move after the vicious battle. Duke unable to make the cover.


Both men fall to the mat viciously with enormous exhaustion. Duke is able to reach out with a single hand and place it across Ben Crane's chest. COULD THIS BE THE ENDING AS DUKE MAKES THE COVER.......





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WINNER: SEBASTIAN DUKE!




The cameras cut live to a small crowd still muddling through their seats, as some of the crowd dissipate towards the entrance after the end to a thrilling match between Sebastian Duke and Benjamin Crane. They expected an answer from Jim Hickbilly; yet all that stood in the middle of the ring was Shane on the opposite end of a table with an empty chair. This had been prolonging for nearly twenty minutes and, the members of the crowd with a short patience members could wait no longer... until...






























Good ol' Hickeroony's "Piss up a Rope" by Ween blares over the loudspeakers, as his reason for delay is made apparent by the vehicle he's traveling in. A four wheel John Deere tractor slowly makes it's way towards the ring with a slew of dancing hotties hanging off Hickster's arms and the side of the tractor. They all wave to the crowd in a sea of cheers as many begin frantically making their way back to their seats. The tractor comes to a complete stop as Hickbilly helps the gorgeous females onto the edge of the ring first before shifting the vehicle into park and leaping to the ring side himself. He's greeted with another loud cheer as he holds his briefcase high in the air while hoisting himself up on the turnbuckle. Shane hands him a microphone.


HICKSTER: Shane, I have to say that this opportunity you've given me tonight is an amazing gift and the decisions I've had to make these past few hours have been incredibly hard on ol' Hickerooney. But I have to do what's in the best interest in the XWF, and if THAT'S what the people want, then I'm your new man Shane?


WHAT'S THIS? JIM HICKBILLY IS AGREEING TO BECOME THE NEW WARFARE GM."


Jim sits down in the chair opposite of and holds the pen up to the paper.... until.....

























































The entire arena ignites in a burst of orange and white sparks flying out the edges of the turnbuckle and on the posts holding up the stage above the entryway.


Suddenly....

From out in the crowd and down the entryway, sprinting down the ramp quickly swarms the ring with security staff. The security grabs both and Jim Hickbilly before the signing process can happen and twist them into submission, now they can watch the rest of the show unfold.


SHANE : Unhand me at once! Do you know who you're messing with here!


His cries are ignored as one of the goons cover his mouth, and they both watch on while down the ramp trotting very confidently is a tall, young male with thick black hair. He smiles and waves to the confused crowd, blowing kisses and clapping. His escort, a thick burly African American male who looked more like a beast then a human.





The cocky business man with a suit and tie scoops the microphone off the ground as he slithers around the ring, smiling at and Hickbilly. Also clapping in their faces mocking them as he twirls the microphone up to his lips.


WALLACE WITASICK: When I walk through the shadows of the past in the XWF I see legends that were made. As I walk through the present, I see the light shining through them and bringing on a new era of legends to be made in the future. I am the legend maker with the moneybags behind me to back it. Hello XWF, my name is Wallace Witasick....


He reaches down and signs the contract with a pen he pulls from his front pocket.


WALLACE WITASICK: ...and I'm you're new General Manager of Wednesday Night Warfare!


The crowd reacts in disbelief as nobody knows what to think of the situation unfolding in front of us. The arena is covered in security guards, forcing back the fans anticipating their reaction after the events that were about to take place.











The enormous black male grabs hold of Hickbilly and...

























CHOKESLAMS him through the table.
























Poor Hickster!
















The crowd boo's as squirms to safety before meeting the same fate as Hickster.


Jim probably doesn't have too many of those devastating blows left in him, but he's one tough hombre as he pulls himself up quickly, then under the ropes before the beating can continue. helps drag him away back onto the tractor as they make their way out of the arena point and cursing at Mr. Witasick in the ring. rHe responds with a wave of his own. The girls nursing Hickster on the back of the truck.


WALLACE WITASICK: Now that Jim Hickbilly has been introduced to my bodyguard Tyrone, I want the rest of you to meet his acquaintance as well. THIS my friend Jim, is what happens when you make ignorant statements about a man's skin color who's twice your size and three times stronger than you.


WALLACE WITASICK: Why am I here, you ask? Because I now control half the XWF brand most formerly known as Warfare. Where do I come from, you ask?

Quite Simple...

The XWF has become not only a spectacle of prowess for uprising talent, but an enormous source of income for the Administrator Network for years. Eventually over a long period of time when was living out his potato lust, that crazy idiot slowly lost a large portion of his shares as he was trading them to invest in a protest group to boycott Frito Lay products. He felt that the inhumane treatment they received while being turned into potato chips on that farm was preposterous. Administrator Network created that fake protest group as a 'disguise' that eventually was able to buy half the XWF which brings me here. Standing in front of all of you here today. Bringing in a new era of XWF and shoving out the old cheating and losing ways of the past.


WALLACE WITASICK: To mention the follies of our past will be short and insignificant, as was their stay and legacy left behind in the XWF. Miyoko Kawashima, a woman driven by lust of the champion's greed so significantly that she chose to lay in bed with him. Tristan Slater, a cheater and fraud, a pathetic excuse for a champion if I ever saw one before. The rest of Tristan's goons migrate with him back to the minor leagues in 'That fed that shall not be named.' Because, let's be honest here, the XWF is where the big boys come to play and I'm here to make damn sure of it!


The crowd then attracts his attention and applauds Mr. Witasick.


WALLACE WITASICK: No longer will this fed be plagued with filth and egotistical jack wads who can't come up with an individual gimmick, so they molded the three of their own together. If you think that was EgoMania? Then you got another thing coming during my reign as General Manager. I will shred every bit of disgrace that plagues this federation by 'taking out the trash' so to say, and I'll do it MY WAY! Because I was sent here by Administrator Network and given full authority to pursue the goals of the XWF and it's shares.

Those goals being...

1. Destroy the Dimwits -- That's my full intention as we ship the racist and ignorant scum off to partake on Shane 's joke of a program that take's place on Saturday Nights! Impact is over, and soon the downfall of the Shane program will play second fiddle to the likes of the money and television exposure that Warfare will bring while being backed by the network. Fortunately for me, this means that all the scum that exist here in the XWF will be forced to steer clear of the dignity and respect of my Warfare program as it appeases to an audience who agrees with me. "That's just plain disgusting.". The Satanic, racist, sick, and demented freaks that Shane calls a wrestling program. I call it a circus!

2. Bring home the Bacon -- Money is a driving force as bigger wrestlers will get bigger paychecks and earn bigger favors from management such as myself. Here on Warfare, we only take winners and champions! If you want to earn a shot at respectable titles such as the World and United States XWF Championships, then you'll fight on the Warfare brand. If you want to win ridiculous and meaningless things like potatoes and goat cheese, join Saturday show.

3. Winners -- Wednesday night Warfare with Wallace Witasick and his Winners. Has a nice ring to it, don't ya think? It couldn't be more than true. Warfare will reward the biggest winners with the biggest prizes. Hey? You make the fans happy and keep the money in my pocket. I'll give ya whatever the hell ya want because these stupid titles could mean less to me. The ring on my finger is worth fifty times more than that piece of junk. Oh, and did I mention this briefcase too?


Wallace shakes the briefcase in the air.


Down the ring, carrying the XWF Championship is a young blond starlet, she waves to the crowd before handing Mr. Witasick the XWF Championship.


WALLACE WITASICK: For too long this title rested in the hands of a despicable cheater!


The crowd chants 'SLATER SUCKS! SLATER SUCKS!'


WALLACE WITASICK: Now, I also have the second most prized possession in sports in my other hand, a 24/7 Briefcase, and soon the rest of those 'prized' titles will be mine as well. So, I ask you all again? Who wants to wrestle on Warfare? Because right now, I have two of the most coveted items you meat heads want most. I'm here to give these fans the excitement and legacy those two prestigious items carry. All while putting a hefty check in to the Administrator Network's profits. The more you Win with Wallace on Warfare, the more likely I am to get these around you're waist? Do we have an understanding? Good!


WALLACE WITASICK: On that note, I want to see Sid Feder and Cyren in my office, immediately. Let's get back to work XWF. The parties just begun!


"Sleep Now in the Fire" by Rage Against the Machine blares over the speakers as the posse retreat and a "New Era" or Warfare comes to a close.


The scene of Warfare fades out, as many fans cheer on the "New Era" of the XWF! Wallace Witasick holds out both the XWF Championship in one hand, and the Briefcase in the other as the new Warfare logo fades into the background.

happy to be a part of that match. :)