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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


"I know."


"You know, NOTHING."


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


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


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


"Thank you."


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


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





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


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


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


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


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


"Is something wrong?"


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


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


"I'm not really sure."


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


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


"Well, the time has almost come."


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


He smiles.


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


"Training, I suppose."


"Training? Training for what?"


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


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


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











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

Look at yourselves.

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

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

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

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

Put us on the back burner, so to speak.

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

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

That sounds boring.

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

Enough about that.

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

We think you should go back to steroids, too.

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

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

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

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