X-treme Wrestling Federation

The wind blows hard against the building Luca and Renee just stepped out of, muffling Renee's answer slightly.

"Yes."

"So wait a second, the tattoo, killing Lewis yourself, oh my god..."

"What?"

"Your mom was one of the women Heiman and his gang kidnapped?"

"How the fuck do you know about that?"

Her tone is accusatory, as if Luca himself had something to do with it. She grabs him by his tie and slams him up against the wall, ready to strangle him if he doesn't start talking.

"My mom was one of them too."

Immediately letting go of his tie and pulling away from him, Renee hides her face in her hands. Frustrated, Luca pulls the knife from the inside of his jacket and holds it in his left hand.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"I don't even fucking know."

"Wait a minute, you were wearing a wire?"

"Nope, just fucking with Heiman. He's always been a little too gullible for his own good."

"So, are we going to kill Mero?"

"No. We're going to kill two birds with one stone..."

"First, we need a ride out of here."

Luca points to a car parked on the street next to where they're standing.

"That?"

"Let's do it!"







Turning onto the main street from a zigzag path of side streets, Luca finally recognizes just where the fuck they are.

"We are so fucking lost, dude."

"How bad is it?"

"We're all the way in Albany!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

The sound of submachine gun fire cuts off the banter between the two as bullets fly into the car's driver's side. Luckily for the two inside, the assailants are too incompetent to hit either the windows or the tires. Even more convenient, said assailants aren't even paying attention to the road and veer off into oncoming traffic, crashing into a minivan!

Getting into a turning lane as soon as humanly possible, Luca can't help but blurt out a glaring fact.

"It's Heiman! If he knows we killed Lanius, then we can't go back to Brooklyn!"

"What about the others?"

"I told them to go somewhere else tonight. Jared went back to his parents place, and Mero crashing at Lenny's dorm."

"Did you plan for this to happen?"

"I figured it was a 50/50 chance."

"Dammit Luca! Look at the road!"

In the distance, four cars are blocking off the road Luca and Renee are driving down. It doesn't take a genius to figure you pulled this.

"Hold on to something, this might get uncomfortable!"

Luca makes a hard right turn, up over the curb, and begins driving on the sidewalk. As he drives by the pissed off and shooting men, he can't help but flip them the bird.

Veering back onto the road, they realize it was all for nothing, as the road leads to a dead end. The only thing that could possibly lead them across is a small ramp, probably made for a dirt bike.

"You're not thinking..."

"Past thinking!"

Hitting the ramp at damn near 90 mph launches them up in the air, wrecking the ramp in the process. It soon becomes apparent that they are just going to land in the woods below.

"Is this a Michael Bay film or something?"

"No, a Michael Bay film would much more explosions. And profanity."

"True, but this is all too mu-"

BANG! The car lands hard on the ground, rolling down hill only to hit a tree. Left unconscious by the impact, both Luca and Renee stay there, unmoving.

Meanwhile, at the destroyed ramp, a group of Heiman's men contemplate going down into the woods.

Goon 1: "I'm not going down there. Heiman don't pay us that well."

Goons 2, 3 and 4: "True that!"

All four of Heiman's guards hop back in their car and drive off, content with the work they have already done.



"What was that, Punk? I couldn't hear you over the whining, crying tone in your voice after hearing what I had to say to you last time I talked about you. So dead set in trying to prove one of my claims wrong that he brings up his time spent in the irrelevant company he passionately refers to as the 'E. Newsflash, no one fucking cares about the 'E in XWF. So please, go on about how big of cunts your former competition were, it's so fucking interesting.

Hell, at least you were right on one thing. I am one of, if not the best wrestlers this roster has, hence why you're so close to the main event. Not because you were anything special in any way, but because I'm so fucking good that I elevate you to something watchable with my mere fucking presence!

Also, who the Hell are you talking about saying something I had said? Alex Richards? Oh yeah, I fell asleep listening to him drivel on and on, so decent work beating him. Shouldn't have been hard at all, but still. As for the possibility of me stealing the line from him, no. He must have finally gotten a good idea, or more likely he made a long spiel about it while I merely set the stage with it. Either way, he's not even involved, so I guess you've just ran out of things to use against me.

Such sloppy work from someone with a god complex? How pathetic. You can't hold a candle to me and you know it, don't you? It eats away at you so much that you can't even sleep at night, because you're too busy wondering what I'll say next. What I'll do to you when we finally meet.

Where's your God now?

Also, since I've been called out by name and since Punk brought up a nonfactor, I must now direct my attention to one Alex Shawn. Because everything you said was so lackluster and forgettable, I almost forgot I was to respond. I will however, offer you lesson on trash talk, to fit in with a personalized curriculum for such a special needs student.

Lesson 1: Stick to the task at hand. I can call you on this and still follow this rule because you shot first so to speak. You have a match with Crimson Cobra, so stop kissing up to everyone else to get acceptance. Stop trying to provoke me into giving your unworthy ass a shot at this title. Focus on Cobra. In the end, he'll fucking kill you while you're stuck trying to figure out whose ass to kiss next.

And to Punk, I offer this.

Lesson 1: Ditch the God Complex. Narcissism doesn't exactly work for you. Especially when you go up against an opponent you have to hope of beating.

For just like the Romans, I have a creed when I branch out to these other programs.

Veni, Vidi, Vici.

I came, I saw, I conquered."