The XWF Universe is buzzing following the first promotional release of its newest signee “The Real American” Terry Borden. The outpouring of support was something Terry was not anticipating. It took him completely by shock and dismay after being in retirement for the last four years. The response has struck a chord in Terry, it has made him take things a little more seriously as our scene opens inside a Gold’s Gym in Clearwater, Florida. It is well after midnight as Terry Borden is working out by himself. He is in a pair of red compression pants, yellow running shoes, a yellow “AMERICANMANIA IS STILL RUNNIN’ WILD” tank top with a matching bandanna cover his sweet receding hairline that has only gotten worse over the years.

Terry is curling a fifty-pound dumbbell, one in each hand as he lifts the right and lowers it down, he raises the left and lowers it down repeating this process five more times with each arm before putting the dumbbells on the racks, sweat starting to accumulate at the rim of his bandanna on his forehead. He is breathing heavy, being in his late sixties it does not get any easier to get yourself back into in-ring shape after a lengthy hiatus. Terry snatches a bottle of water off a weight bench as he starts to talk to himself.

Terry Borden- ” What the hell am I thinking?”

Terry shakes his head from side to side following questioning himself if he has made the right decision. It is easy to sign a contract and call yourself a wrestler, it is something completely different to deliver something that people want to see; get them invested in what is going on. Terry has been a master of delivering the goods… five years is a long time to not be active.

Terry Borden- ” I should not be doing this.”

There is a voice that calls from behind Terry taking him by surprise.

“Do my eyes deceive me?!”





















































No seriously when Terry turns around towards the door there’s a full-blown gaggle of pipers and a drumline that is playing the theme for the one and only… “ROWDY” RODDY PEEPER! There’s a sly smirk that appears on Terry’s face as he looks down the line which stops at the front door where he feasts his eyes on the “Hot Bod’ in the flesh.


























With a swipe of his right arm, the band stops playing for Roddy as he starts to waddle into the gym towards Terry across the gym floor.

Terry Borde- ” I got to get a picture of this, Roddy Peeper in a gym!”

” Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- ” You shut your mouth or I will lay a beating on you reopen the War that didn’t settle the score!”

Terry meets Roddy halfway, conveniently there’s a set of treadmills off to the side. Terry glances over at the treadmills then back at Roddy.

Terry Borden- “ Feel like taking a run?

” Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- “ I feel like taking a bite… of chicken.”

Terry Borden- ” You got to watch what you eat, brother. I cannot have you dying over a heart attack, dude.”

” Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- “ I am fat but I am dead sexy.”

Roddy reaches up squeezing his exposed right nipple which is enough to send Terry into a fit of laughter.

” Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- ” Seriously though, I had to come to see for myself that Terry Borden is gearing up for one last comeback. So the rumors are true?”

Terry Borden- ” Yeah brother, they are… but I will not lie I am kind of second-guessing it. Just being in the gym over the last several weeks has muscles aching in places that I did not know had places. I am not in my forties anymore, brother. Knee’s are killing me, back is killing me… the price I have paid over the years and the toll it has taken on my body is insane.”

Immediately upon Terry finishing his statement he is slapped across the face from Roddy Peeper with such force it spins Terry’s head. Terry whips his head back around looking into the eyes of Roddy Peeper with fire seemingly scorching through his sockets.

” Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- ” There he is, big fella. You do not get to stand in front of me and doubt yourself or what you are capable of. You are one of the last of a dying breed representing icons like me, like Padre, like Randall Ravage, Ric Flier, Dusty Rodgers. We all look up to you to carry the torch from our generation, so when I walk in and hear you questioning if you have made a mistake lucky a slap to the face is all you got. You are still capable of doing whatever you set your mind to!”

Terry is still seething over a bitch slap to the face by Roddy.

”Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- ” That’s right Terry! I know you are getting geared up for battle against someone bigger, stronger, and quicker than you are… but how many times have you been in this very position before coming out on top? You are the guy that won a World Title at sixty-two years old for Christ's sake! Unheard of! And what? A little pain in your muscles and bones is enough to keep you down? Here I thought this was the REAL American, not a goddamn coward! The Terry Borden I know would not be making excuses to question if he has it… nahhhh… the Terry Borden I know will ball up his fist and punch someone straight in the nose!”

Roddy’s words start to resonate within Terry Borden as he starts to concentrate his breathing to calm the fuck down. Roddy reaches around to the back of his kilt where he retrieves a fully cooked turkey leg before taking a large chomp out of it.

Terry Borden- ” You know you are right, brother… even if you are drooling on your chin. Maybe I have been looking at this from the wrong perspective; pain is not anything but weakness leaving the body and is going to give me that much more of a threshold to withstand when I get into that ring with Oswald on Warfare, dude. I often forget that I am the last of the Icon’s that are active in the ring, and I forget at times how much of an inspiration I have become to all of the Americanmaniacs around the world. Thanks for helping me remember that, Roddy.”

Roddy takes another bite off his turkey leg, while he chews with his mouth open he can be heard asking Terry.

” Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- ” We need to get the hell out of here because just being around gym equipment is enough to break me out into hives.”[red]

Roddy and Terry start to walk past the drumline and bagpipers towards the door as Roddy then asks.

” Rowdy” Roddy Peeper- [red]” You have any binoculars? There’s an all-female gym across the street…”

Terry smacks the backside of Roddy’s head as the scene slowly fades to black.

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The Promo:



… CUE THE MUSIC, BROTHER!









































Big Money Oswald; Fee-fi-foe-fum… I have my eyes locked on one big dum-dum, BROTHER!

Letme’ tell ya something, DUDE! You have already shown the world that you sir FEAR the man you see standing before, and rightfully so, BROTHER! I did not come to the XWF to be a doormat or a joke which I believe I made clear in my debut promo, BROTHER! I have come to the XWF for AMERICANMANIA to run wilder and wilder than it ever has before, DUDE! It starts with you on Warfare jack! The eyes of the world are firmly on you as we speak because you have remained quiet, why? Why would someone built like a brick shithouse have to be afraid of when it comes to opening his mouth, BROTHER? That is not even the most important question I would be asking myself if I am in your shoes, DUDE! What I would be asking myself right about now is this; what are the other members of BoB thinking when they see someone that considers himself the leader of the faction is left so dumbfounded that he does not even bother to speak up, BROTHER!

They are probably asking themselves why you are in the equation when you bring nothing to the table, DUDE!

You are all bark and no bite when it comes to manning up when it matters, BRAH!

All the king's horses and all the king's men will not be able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again when I am done with you, DUDE! It is amazing to know that an old fossil such as I can get inside your head with such ease and precision, BROTHER! Even if you open your mouth now and try to cram whatever excuse for being the disappointment that you have shown yourself to be it is going to be way too late in the game, DUDE!

You are about to walk through the valley of AMERICANMANIA!

You are about to feel a level of intensity unlike you have ever felt before. How fitting is it going to be when my debut is marked with a “w” over a guy that should have run a rough shot over me, DUDE? You are about to become the new laughing stock of this organization, BROTHER! And while you will be pointed and laughed at, while you will be forced to swallow your pride and admit to yourself that when it comes down to who cuts it and who does not you will fall into the does not category, DUDE!

Everyone is watching and waiting to see how this thing plays out, everyone is waiting to see just how hard you are going to crumble at the feet of AMERICANMANIA! Don’t worry, don’t you fret BROTHER because you certainly will not be the first and will not be the last to suffer this bitter taste of defeat that is going to be served up to you on a red and yellow platter, DUDE! You are about to find out that there is not a shelf life on AMERICANMANIA, BROTHER! It runs wilder and wilder with every passing day! All my loyal maniacs believe in me, they believe in the training, the prayers, the vitamins, and being the very best that you can be.

More importantly, Oswald, they have never steered me the wrong way.

You are a man blinded by greed and power. You have stayed down the wrong path.

What you need to understand more than anything else, DUDE, is just because you allowed some demons to creep in does not mean that you cannot beat them and steer your ship back on the straight and narrow. Nobody is perfect and everyone makes mistakes; it is not too late for you to correct yours. It is good inside your Oswald. You do not need BoB to be a force, you do not need to pretend friends are using you for a checkbook because that is exactly what is happening.

The need to fit in should never force you into doing things you know are wrong.

Wednesday Night on Warfare shall serve as your wake-up call, BROTHER!

Shed that BoB skin and stand side by side with millions of other AMERICANMANIACS who have no desire to use you for what you have but inspire you to achieve what you do not. It is okay to try and fail because the fact you tried is all that is going to matter. We are a force to be reckoned with and while you are busy back peddling trying to figure out a way to climb yourself out of the hole you have found your way into, DUDE, just know that that hole you are trying to climb out of was dug by your own hands, DUDE!

When the smoke clears and the dust settles…

When your faction turns their back on you…

You will not be alone.

I will be there to help you right your way… I and all the AMERICANMANIACS will not kick you while you are down. We will not disrespect you… and we will not use you. That ball will find itself in your court when it all crashes down and it hurts inside, BROTHER!

It seems like I have already garnered a little fan base in just one promotional package. Never in a million years when I put pen to paper and signed with the XWF that the masses would gather with nothing but anticipation of my initial debut. I have already been asked by many where I am going to hang my hat after the tournament, every GM wants Borden-Fever on their brand, BROTHER! It makes me feel like the prettiest at the prom that Betsy Granger will never go on with Bobby Bourbon, DUDES! I cannot and I will not profess that I am going to ever be back at the tippy top because I know better than anyone else that I am in the twilight of my career, BROTHER. With me it is not about the fame or fortune anymore, DUDES, it is just about showing up and giving it my best shot regardless of winning or losing. I will continue to push and I will continue to go as long as I possibly can because I am a once and a lifetime icon of this sport we all know and love as professional wrestling, DUDES! This is my last opportunity to bring a little bit of Americana to a generation that might not be familiar with my accomplishments and what I am capable of bringing to the table, BROTHER! It is just one more way for me to ensure that AMERICANMANIA will live forever! The ball is in your court Mr. Oswald, you have all the material right in front of you to respond or retort too, BROTHER! The more you respond, the more you try to cast anything I have to or about you to the side is the more relevant you will make the comments, DUDE! Remember what I said, it is never too late to re-write your ship and get back on the right track. Only you can make that happen, BROTHER!

































WHATCHA [yellow]GUNNA DO WHEN ME AND ALL MY AMERICANMANIACS RUNS WILD ON YOU!


































BROTHER!