Something's in the air tonight, and something isn't right...

Cameras cut to none other than XWF interviewer extraordinaire, STEVE SAYORS, making his way down the aisle as the fans start to pick up a little and make some commotion. They've seen the adverts regarding the special face to face interview for one of the most anticipated matches of all time which is set to take place at the XWF's 20 year anniversary show.

Steve gets in the ring, adjusts his bow tie, and raises the mic to his crusty lips.

Sayors: Ladies and gentlemen, you know what time it is... Time to get an exclusive interview with two of the teams that will be taking part in the XX extravaganza in just a couple of weeks! We're going to see none other than "The Wild Cards" Centurion and Maverick, taking on "The Blood Hounds" K Money and Juggalo in what is sure to be an instant classic!

The fans cheer, but an anxious man in the front row with a Blood Hounds t-shirt yells out: "Hurry the hell up and get to it, you ugly douche bag!"

The fans in the general vicinity of that obnoxious a-hole burst out laughing as Steve maintains his composer and continues...

Sayors: Now what I'd like to do is invite one team out and get a few words from them first. Please join me in welcoming XWF Legend CENTURION and the returning, original XWF's MAVERICK! The Wild Cards!

The fans erupt and turn their attention to...












Nothing.

No music, no X-Tron, just silence and anticipation...






Sayors: Guys? Alright let me try this again... Ladies and gen- WHAT THE???

Suddenly from the back emerges Centurion but he's already bleeding from the head!

K-Money is quick to follow and club him in the back of the neck and the two begin to brawl down the aisle while Juggalo and Maverick aren't long behind.

Sayors: No! This was supposed to be a peaceful interview!

K-Money is first to enter the ring after leveling Centurion with a CASH KICK that took him down right at ringside. Maverick and Juggalo enter the ring as K-Money joins Juggalo in beating down Maverick until Centurion is able to recover at ringside, reaching in under the bottom rope to grab K-Money's ankles and pull him out of the ring. This gives Maverick the chance he was looking for to BLAST Juggalo with a stiff forearm just under the chin that sends him soaring back and landing on the canvas!

Maverick is PISSED!

He RIPS Juggalo up from the canvas, annihilates his jaw with an uppercut that would make Mortal Kombat look like a gentle slap, and immediately follows up with a boot to the gut and... THE MAV STUNNER!

Juggalo bounces up from the impact and falls back down a crumpled mess. Meanwhile on the outside, Centurion and K-Money are still going at it but Maverick quickly rushes out to put the odds in their favour and the Wild Cards double suplex K-Money right on the floor. Centurion looks into the ring and sees Juggalo starting to move just a bit and he nods to Maverick and the two of them swiftly enter the ring to take care of business. They pull Juggalo up and shove him into the corner and just unload on him with rights, lefts, kicks, knees, and finally a headbutt from Centurion right to the bridge of Juggalo's nose which causes a thick stream of glistening lifejuices to flow down Juggalo's face and chest.

K-Money has recovered and rushes into the ring, clotheslining Maverick over the top rope with so much momentum that both of them topple to the outside. Centurion continues to go to work on the disoriented and blood soaked Juggalo... 1000 MILE SLAM! Centurion has just hit his patented finisher with such precision and grace that fans will be watching the move on repeat and posting it to their social media for weeks to come... but Centution isn't nearly done! He grabs Juggalo's legs and starts to turn him over. We know what's coming... THE FALL OF ROME!

Juggalo was unconscious but seems to have been revived by the sheer level of pain surging through his legs and spine as Centurion keeps that modified Boston crab locked tighter than the doors to XX when Azrael wanted in! Juggalo is close enough to the edge of the ring that he's able to grab the apron and try to pull himself out but Centurion isn't letting go.


Juggalo has crawled far enough that his head is outside of the ring and his shoulders are right on the edge of the canvas...


That's when it happens...


Maverick, still at ringside, sees his opportunity and ducks under a Cash Kick attempt from K-Money but keeps running around the ring toward Juggalo's dangling head...

MAV STUNNER!!!! HOLY SHIT!!! Centurion still had the Fall of Rome locked in! Juggalo's neck and sternum were smashed into the edge of the apron instead of him being pulled out of the ring!!!

The crowd quickly goes silent as Juggalo's body goes limp and Centurion quickly releases the hold, turning around to see what's going on as Juggalo's body looks like a dead leaf just hanging halfway out of the ring now. Maverick and Centurion both have a "oh fuck" expression on their faces for a moment as K-Money also stops in his tracks and can't believe his eyes.

Medical staff rushes out to tend to Juggalo and it's not looking good. They begin tending to him as officials force Centurion and Maverick to keep their distance while K-Money starts to head up the ramp looking both shocked and pissed.

Steve Sayors is still on the scene and can't believe what he just saw.

Sayors: This is serious, everyone. This looks like a life threatening injury Juggalo has suffered. I think there may be some questions after today as to whether or not this match is even going to happen because without a partner, K-Money is-

But K-Money interrupts him with a mic of his own as he stands at the top of the ramp.

K-Money: Shut your mouth, Sayors. You all didn’t think it would be that easy did you? Centurion, Maverick, after all these years of seeing how I operate, you can’t think that Juggalo was my only option. I’ve traveled the globe and there is a list of people a mile long I could choose from as a replacement. However since it’s you two, and since I want you to suffer as much as possible for taking out my homie. There really is only one option, the one guy I know who could be described as the Picasso of Pain. I know him a lot better than anyone else around here so let me assure you that moniker fits this man.

The fans are picking back up after having been silent and in shock for some time now... They start looking around for whoever K-Money might be referencing.

K-Money: So, if The Blood Hounds can't be united for this battle, let me introduce you bitches to the other half of...





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That's right... for the first time in over a decade in the XWF...






Long before there was any James Raven, Ranma Saotome, or even Chronic Chris Page in the XWF, there was...

THE FUGITIVES OF SANITY!

The fans who remember that name get wide-eyed and start to lose their shit. K-Money pulls out his cellphone and starts dialing numbers, then puts it to his ear.

K-Money: Yo, it looks like we’re going to have to go with Plan "C" after all. … … … …................ Yeah that's right … … … …............................... Yeah it's going to be Maverick and Centurion, our fellow former CCWF'ers. … … … …............. Exactly. That's what the fuck I'm talking about. Now why don't you fire up that LIVE STREAM and let these motherfuckers know how badly they just fucked up!

K-Money hangs up and looks back toward the ring with his arms crossed as a few moments pass.





Eventually the X-Tron flickers to life but seems to be having trouble getting a clear feed.





At first, all we see is the side of someone's head in a very unclear shot...










The image flickers and begins to fill the entire X-Tron as the man slowly turns to face the camera, still not exactly in full clarity. Nobody seems to recognize the man, but that quickly is explained as...





"Long time no see, friends..."



"Now as you can all tell by the fact that I don't look familiar, I've done what any good XWF Legend is very familiar with doing and I've completely changed my look yet again. Remember how much Jonathyn Brown used to HATE that about us? Always changing our looks and confusing the old man..."



"But that shouldn't stop you all from recognising this voice as another former owner of this place, and quite coincidentally the former OWNER of a place long since passed that the four of us once called home... right K-Money, Centurion and Maverick?"

Many of the fans have already figured it out and can't believe it... This man was said to never be returning to the XWF after having made his exit, but here we are.




"So as soon as everyone has pieced together where the four of us came from originally... hell, even YOU Steve Sayors came from there... It's like I built the entire XWF even before I became its owner, huh? Yeah, it is."




"As soon as we all understand and accept the reality of the situation and suspend our disbelief, it becomes crystal clear that you're looking at the brand new million dollar face of the man EVERYONE loves to eternally suffer for..."



















































A roar is heard throughout the arena, filled with a mix of emotions, but love him or hate him, there's no one that can pretend they aren't affected by him.

As soon as he announces his name loud and clear for all to hear across the world, the video becomes stable for just a second before starting to go bad again.

Shane turns to say something to a person in the background of his shot, wearing a colorful shirt...

: Can you believe this? I can't even get a solid video connection to this dump of a federation anymore. What're we gonna do with these dopes, Greggo?



Shane turns back to the camera and continues, despite the bad feed.

: Centurion! How are ya, buddy? You're a sight for sore eyes, and if I didn't have my glasses on I'd think my eyes were deceiving me as I see the once great warrior Maverick standing beside you! Wow, how many years has it been, old friends? Let me answer that... NOT NEARLY ENOUGH. Now here we are all this time later and the four of us are once again going to play. Did you guys go full on me and seriously think crippling Juggalo would be in your best interest? Well, let me fill you in on a little tidbit of information... I was merely going to show up at XX to manage The Blood Hounds for this match but now that Juggalo has been removed from the equation, it looks like I'm going to get my wish and have a chance to reunite with two of the guys I MADE myself. It all started in my CCWF- the two of you as rookies in the business and Shane calling the shots... making you suffer for me... making you bleed for me... making you quiver for me... except the difference at XX is that it'll be me PERSONALLY opening up those wounds and extracting every last fiber of your will to live.

Centurion grabs a mic and responds to his former boss' threats with a counter offer of sorts.

Centurion: You know what, Shane? As we've demonstrated tonight we have no problem fighting fire with fire. We may have ended Juggalo prematurely but he and K-Money would have done the same to either of us, and just to further prove we're not the weak wrestlers everyone thinks we are, we're going to make this match into something you and K-Money should be very familiar with. When going X-treme isn't quite enough to settle an age old score once and for all, we turn the pages all the way back to... a Raw Brutality Match! This way, in a couple of weeks when you and K-Money are joining Juggalo, there will be no excuses for anyone.

The feed begins to worsen as Shane smiles and nods his approval at Centurion's notion.

: Ask and you shall receive; it's THAT simple. Now, it seems like my time tonight is limited due to my equipment sensing XWF as a cancer and not wanting to maintain a connection, so it's time for me to bid you adieu. I hope you're both ready to bleed for me, to scream for me, to get down on your knees for me, and to drink for me. Do NOT let this clean cut appearance fool you the way it's recently fooled so many other people I've encountered since I left the XWF, but that's a whole other story in itself. See you soon.



Oh, and one more thing...

If anyone has a problem with me or anything I've just said...

AND. I. MEAN. ANYONE.

You know where to find me
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you Fuc~i~g J~gof~s! ¿...¿...¿............

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Live at XX
September 1st
Decades in the making