Madness opens to helicopter shots of the Big Apple.





New York City, new Madness General Manager Thaddeus Duke says in a voiceover as Alicia Keys ‘Empire State of Mind’ plays in the background.  The most resilient city in the world…


Intermittent clips of the horrors of the past brought upon Manhattan are shown within the shots of the city.


Scarred and pockmarked by terror over the decades, her people were determined to never let the hate win.  Determined to rise again.  Determined to not go down quietly, to not go down without a fight. he continued.  Tonight, like the city that will house us, we embark on a new era.  A fresh start.  A clean slate.  A new beginning that… frankly… is long overdue.

No longer will our show be tossed aside and shoved into a corner with little or no mention from the rest of the company.  No longer will the rest of the world be able to sit back and ignore us.  No longer will we be relegated to just a footnote in the rich history of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation.

Quite simply, we just won’t allow it.

Tonight, we take the first steps as, together, we recreate the sound, the look, the feel of Madness.  With New York resiliency and embodying its steely resolve, we announce to the world at large that… we… have arrived.

Rising like a phoenix from the ashes of what it once was, and will be again… This… Is… Madness.





Pyro explodes…. Not inside the venue, but over New York City, before we cut inside.  Panning the small sea of cheering fans, we’re joined by our commentary team.





JC:  Welcome everyone, to New York City!  Welcome to the Manhattan Center!  Welcome to Monday Night Madness!


The cameras settled on the commentary table as Jacuinde greets us.


JC:  As always, I am Jacuinde.  Alongside me is my broadcast colleague, Bath Saltzmann.  Bath, it’s a new era of Monday Night Madness and as we just heard from our new General Manager, he’s got a bit of a mandate to turn this ship in the right direction.

BS:  We’ll see if he’s got what it takes Jacuinde, but I do know this new look Madness has all the makings of a successful brand!

JC:  You’re not wrong there, Bath!  This card tonight is star studded to say the very least.





BS:  OHHHH YEAAAHH BABY!  It’s the MILF of Madness!  The MOM of all MOM’s, it’s IDL Champion, Myra Rivers!

JC:  Bath, you’re not supposed to talk about her like that anymore, Duke’s orders.

BS:  Yeah well, what’s he gonna do?  Fire me?

JC:  …Anyway, IDL Champion Myra Rivers will be in action tonight in the main event as she goes one on one with Equatorial Champion, Lexi Gold!

BS:  I don’t know if my heart will be able to take that, Jacuinde.


Myra Rivers: I want to start off by acknowledging that I am one of those that are RELIEVED that we are in a new era because I’ll be honest with you? As proud as I was of accomplishing everything done in the prior regime with the Walk of Fame ladder match and of course, this championship that I have here, I knew in the back of my mind that things around here could definitely afford some improvement. After all, I walked around here and while I saw some PASSION from people like Lexi Gold, who I just happen to be facing tonight, what I saw in large part were names that made said names in other places that didn’t seem to give a damn about being here.

The two wrestlers that I beat for this championship that I hold today? Where are they? Right, not here anymore with one guy literally canceling himself and the other wrestler leaving after really not amounting to anything here and being handed an opportunity that she never deserved to begin with. Through thick and thin, I’ve stuck by this brand. I’ve had to endure so much in my own right such as the uphill battle I had to even get to the halfway mark of where I am today. Before I won that Walk of Fame ladder match, I was honestly in ‘also ran’ status. It seemed like I was a third wheel in a feud between the two people I beat for this title and that I honestly didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things if we’re being honest…

And that’s not even getting into that whole “MILF of Madness” thing…


Myra pauses for a bit as she begins to grow angry.


JC:  She’s looking at you, Bath!

BS:  I… I thought that…


Myra Rivers: A DEGRADING, DEROGATORY nickname… one that completely undermines my abilities as a professional wrestler and all of the hard work that I’ve put into this business… which… you know, a wrestling company undermining what I’m capable of and what I’ve put into this business is nothing new but I’ve gone through it ENOUGH times to ever have to tolerate it again! When I made the big career move that I made leaving a company where I felt like I was being treated as such, this was one of the companies that I came to and I have to admit that on Madness, I WAS expecting better… not in terms of competition, necessarily… but in terms of at LEAST being acknowledged for what I bring to the table in the ring…

And the opportunities I’ve had and taken advantage of aside?

This company has failed in that regard… failed SO much that I’ve had people from my sister to my agent suggesting that I leave Madness and leave XWF entirely.

“International Dateline Champion…”

“Mom, what does MILF mean?”

“Why are you letting yourself be degraded? They don’t respect your work.”

And I can go on and on. I could’ve left by now, and as I just mentioned I had people saying I SHOULD’VE… but I didn’t… because despite it all, I have stayed LOYAL. While these so called “big names” like Holden Ross and Sierra Silver wind up not making the grade and eventually bailing on Madness, I have stuck through thick and thin to represent this show as the champion that it deserves to have and even in the shadow of MORE disrespect and MORE sexual harassment and degradation of my abilities with my match against Elijah… and don’t get me started on him by the way… being billed as an “IRON MILF MATCH”, I STILL pulled through as the champion that you see and going forward? With this new regime? Oh I’m hoping the change is positive and I have a feeling it will be. But going forward, this is where I draw the line on the sexually harassing, degradation of my abilities of a horrible “MILF of Madness” nickname I never wanted because in this company… on this show…





‘My Name Is Human’ by Highly Suspect plays over the sound system as the NYC fans come unglued for their favorite son.


JC:  Here comes the new boss!

BS:  Uggh, I never understood why the fans like him so much.


Thaddeus Duke makes his way down the short aisle at the Manhattan Center, sure to greet as many fans as possible at ringside.  He stops just in front of the announce table as he peers up at IDL Champion Myra Rivers.


BS:  The MILF of Madness is about to come face to face with a famous New York playboy!

JC:  Baaaath!


Thad turns to face Bath Saltzmann.


BS:  Uh oh…  You think he heard me, Jacuinde?

JC:  He’s five feet away, Bath.  I’m sure he heard you.


Without warning, Thad open hand slaps Bath into next week just before the ring announcer hands him a microphone as he leans down over Bath.


JC:  Holy sh…


I am a father… Bath.  I’m raising my boys to respect women.  I’ll raise my daughter to respect herself.  See, I realize there are a lot of women in this business that enjoy the type of attention that you give to Myra and others.

Not everyone enjoys that kind of attention and you knew the rules.  You knew what I’ve been saying about the sexualization of Myra Rivers.

If you thought I was kidding, you’re sadly mistaken.


Duke stands up and nods toward security.


Enjoy your unemployment, Bath.  Get him out of my building.


Returning his attention toward the ring, he hops up on the apron.


Join me in giving a warm, Madness welcome to one of the most highly adored and respected journalists in all of professional wrestling… joining Jacuinde on commentary this evening… Mister Denzel Porter!





JC:  Denzel Porter!?


Denzel makes his way to ringside with great fanfare.  He waves, smiles, and exchanges fives with some fans and even exchanges a fist bump with Thad before he settles beside Jacuinde while Bath Saltzmann is unceremoniously escorted out of the Manhattan Center.


JC:  Denzel Porter, welcome to Monday Night Madness!

DP:  Thank you Jacuinde.  Mr. Duke asked me a couple weeks ago if I’d be willing to do this and I didn’t hesitate.  I’m happy to be here and I’m certainly excited to see what Madness has in store for us here tonight at the Manhattan Center.


Hello Myra, Thad says just before entering the ring.  I promised you that that wouldn’t happen anymore and I meant it.  I’m a man of my word and I also promised changes.  I promised that people all around this business would start to take notice of this show and that starts with you.

See, as the face of this brand… and you are the face of this brand right?


With her IDL title draped over her shoulder, Myra holds her hand out toward the deafening crowd which confirms Thad’s query.


Myra, I promised to shake things up and I need you to know… that I did not come here alone tonight.





JC:  What!?

DP:  Oh my God, Jacuinde!  It’s Serenity Holmes!

JC:  On Madness!?

DP:  If you don’t know, you should by now, Serenity Holmes is a teenage phenom with a plethora of championships and accolades to her name!


The XWF Madness show presented in the Manhattan Center of New York City, New York, went wild in their response to “Synthetic Sympathy” by Trash Boat playing from the arena’s internal surround systems. The audience is excited to see the surprise appearance of the CU:LT NEW World Champion, Serenity Holmes, walking out from the backstage area carrying the championship belt around her right shoulder. She holds another black bag in her hand and then steps down to the ring enjoying the fruits of her labor.

She looks to Myra Rivers and Thaddeus Duke inside the ring until stopping by the ring apron to glance around the venue’s interior design before noticing how supportive the audience is. Serenity pulls her black studded hat backward, then walks over to the steel steps before climbing them to get into the ring. She walks over to Duke, shakes his hand, and receives a microphone from the nearest ringside crew member. Her music fades to the sound of the audience chanting her name, and she looks at Myra holding the microphone as she addresses the audience.


Serenity Holmes: Ladies and gentlemen, the Belt Collector, the 22nd Century Girl, has come to XWF Madness!


DP:  One of the most revered and respected names in the entire business!

JC:  What a way to kick off the new era!


The audience reacts positively to the announcement, and Serenity nods in agreement.


Serenity Holmes: XWF has always been one of the promotions around this business for a long time. As someone starting professionally, it was only a matter of time before I stepped into this ring. Still, I will not be here as a competitor but only to have the honor of doing something I’m generally not used to.


She looks over to Myra standing near her and turns to face her, changing to a serious demeanor.


Serenity Holmes: But I don't have a limit on collecting belts. I enjoy what I do, and I am looking at the Madness IDL Championship, but with a belt like that, I don’t think it’s attractive enough for someone like me. And to be quite frank, I wouldn’t hold that championship belt even if I were dead.


The audience boos Serenity, who rolls her eyes but pulls out the newly designed XWF World Heavyweight Championship and then presents it to Myra, flipping the crowd’s reaction to more support.


Serenity Holmes: So, how about you hold a championship worth looking at?  Myra Rivers, I, at this moment, present the new World Heavyweight Championship to you!





JC:  This is huge, Denzel!

DP:  It really is!  Being a bonafide world champion, being called a world champion Jacuinde, it means everything to these men and women that have dedicated their lives to their craft!


I’ll take that if you don’t mind, Thad says in reference to the IDL title belt.  Still looking at her new World Championship, Myra casually hands the IDL title over.

You’re a world champion, Myra Rivers.  It’s time you were treated like one.


Thad and Serenity Holmes make their exits from the ring, allowing Myra Rivers to have her moment and bask in the adulation of the crowd.  Myra stands in the center of the ring as she throws the title over her shoulder.  With a smile on her face and tear in her eye, the fans begin a chant:


YOU DE-SERVE IT!  clap clap clapclapclap


With the crowd firmly behind her, ‘Come to Life’ by Alter Bridge plays while the World Champion holds her title high for the world to see as Madness fades to commercial.

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JC:  Welcome back here to Monday Night Madness!

DP:  That was a hell of a moment we just witnessed, Jacuinde!  But the night is still young!

JC:  That’s right, Mister Porter!  We’re about to open up the action right now with A.J. Brunson already in the ring as we send it to ring announcer Rick Anderson.


The bell rings signaling to the crowd that action is afoot.


RA:  The opening contest is set for one fall.  Already in the ring, AAAA JJJJ BRUNSONNNN!


NYC gives AJ a lukewarm reaction at best.





From Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing 2 hundred 5 pounds.  Gabriellll LANDRYYYY!


Walking On A Dream by Empire Of The Sun plays. Gabriel Landry walks out. He stands by the entrance way soaking in the atmosphere.


JC:  He’s new to us, Denzel.  What do you got for us?

DP:  Gabriel Landry is an exciting young talent, Jacuinde!  He’s a rookie to be sure, but he’s got the right mindset, he’s exciting to watch, and he’s already won some gold in the industry.


Landry bolts down to the ring with a sense of enthusiasm.  Sliding under the bottom rope, once inside the ring he kips up. He ascends to the second turnbuckle to play to the crowd. He does a backflip. Walks to the middle of the ring. He continues to get the crowd hype with his exuberance.





The bell rings as Landry continues to hype the crowd.  In contrast, Brunson tries to quiet them down.  It’s a small venue to be sure, but that only makes the crowd on hand sound even louder.


JC:  It’s a collar and elbow tie up to start things off here on Madness!

DP:  Brunson backs Landry into the corner!


The official calls for a clean break and Brunson backs off.  Landry comes out of the corner and the two tie it up again but Brunson ducks behind, trapping Landry in a hammerlock.  Landry counters quickly with a snapmare and pops back to his feet.  Brunson is back to his feet but eats a crisp dropkick from Landry to some applause from the crowd.

Landry flashes his smile but goes right back to work.  As AJ gets back to his feet, Landry hops up and takes him right back down to the mat.  This time with a hurricanrana to the delight of the masses.


JC:  Gabriel Landry, wasting little time here!

DP:  He’s quicker than a hiccup, Jacuinde!  That’s on full display here tonight.


Landry helps Brunson back to his feet and sends him to the mat with a snap suplex.  Lanrdy kips up and races to the corner.  Charging forward, he leaps into the air and nails a running shooting star press on Brunson for a quick two count.


JC:  Near fall there from Landry!

DP:  What’s ge doin’?

JC:  Landry!  Lookin’ to fly as he heads to the high rent district!

DP:  It’s New York City, Jacuinde!  It’s all high rent!


Landry soon finds himself perched atop the top turnbuckle as he TAKES TO THE SKY!  He nails a 630 splash with pinpoint accuracy, completing the splash with a hook of the leg.

1!




2!




3!!!!

WINNER:  Gabriel Landry by pinfall in 4:07

JC:  That move sent these fans into a frenzy Denzel!

DP:  What a way to kick off the action!

JC:  Madness rolls on, right after this!

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Back from commercial break, the Bing Bong Twinzz are shown backstage rummaging through equipment crates emblazoned with the XWF and Monday Night Madness logos.  The two seem to be laughing and conversing with themselves in a language no one else can even understand before fading back to ringside.

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JC:  I have no idea what those two bozos are doing, but I hope the new regime keeps eyes on them.

DP:  I know the General Manager fairly well, Jacuinde.  Nothing happens on his watch without him allowing it to.

JC:  That remains to be seen but Denzel, it’s time to get back to the action!


RA:  The following contest is set for one fall!  Already in the ring, Li’l JUICYYYY!


JC:  He sure has a strange fashion sense.

DP:  Fashion doesn’t matter, Jacuinde.  It’s all about the X’s and O’s.  It’s what you bring to the ring when the bell rings.


RA:  His opponent…





RA:  From San Bernardino, California.  Weighing 2 hundred 17 pounds…  ERRRRENNN HUNNNNT!


As "THRIFT SHOP" begins to play, Eren walks out of gorilla wearing his oversized fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to the ring, high fiving as many fans as he can before getting to ring side. He climbs the stairs in the corner, getting into the ring before going to each side of the ring, pumping up the crowd before making his way to his corner, removing his entrance gear and preparing for the match.


JC:  I think Juicy might’ve been out-fashioned here tonight!

DP:  Eren Hunt took Juicy’s game and just went pro!





The bell rings as the two fur coat wearing combatants stare each other down from across the ring.  Eren Hunt advances toward the center first with both arms outstretched, urging Juicy to come forth to an ovation from the crowd.


XWF Universe:  LET’S GO EREN!  clap clap clapclapclap


JC:  Li’l Juicy!  Taking exception to the full throated support that Eren Hunt has here tonight in his XWF debut!

DP:  I don’t think he likes being upstaged here in the fashion department either!


Juicy takes a step forward, he too has his arms outstretched.  The crowd response is quite the opposite as they begin to rain boo’s down on him.  In frustration, he throws off his coat and the crowd cheers.  Juicy covers his ears in an effort to not hear them.

Across the ring, Eren Hunt plays the crowd, working them up even more.


JC:  Eren Hunt has the tools!

DP:  Now let’s see if he knows how to use them!


Hunt retreats to his corner where he starts to remove his jacket.  Seeing a window, Juicy charges across the ring and attacks.  Juicy hits Hunt with repeated forearm blasts to his lower back.  Juicy brings him from the corner and backs him against the ropes, whipping him to the far side.  On the rebound, Juicy bends down only for Hunt to send a stiff kick into his midsection.

Juicy backpedals, grimacing and nursing his ailing chest.  Hunt though stays on the attack.  He charges forward hitting Juicy with a clothesline before hitting the mat himself.


JC:  Quick cover from Hunt!

DP:  Li’l Juicy kicks out at two!


Hunt pops back to his feet, feeling the adrenaline pumping through himself aided by the crowd at the Manhattan Center.  Juicy is slow to get back to his feet as Hunt charges in nailing him with a running knee lift.


JC:  The knee sends Juicy hard to the outside!

DP:  Eren Hunt is pumped and so is this crowd!

JC:  What’s he doing here?


On the floor, Juicy starts to get to his feet while in the ring, Eren Hunt gets a full head of steam as he runs to the far side.  After the rebound, he baseball slides, sending a boot to Juicy’s face.  Juicy flies backward impacting the fan barricade causing him to crumple to the floor.

Hunt slides under the ropes and lifts Juicy to his feet before driving him back first against the ring apron.  Juicy winces and yelps in pain as he drops to his knees, then flat on his stomach on the floor.  Meanwhile, Eren Hunt rolls back into the ring as the official begins his ten count.


JC:  Eren Hunt showing some tenacity here in his Madness debut.

DP:  I like what we’ve seen so far from him, Jacuinde.

JC:  Once he took the upper hand, he hasn’t let go of it and Li’l Juicy has been reeling.


Juicy rolls himself into the ring at the count of six, but Eren is right there waiting.


DP:  Hunt with the hook of the leg!

JC:  And a kickout here at two!

DP:  This match will continue just a little while longer.


Back in the ring, Eren Hunt pops back to his feet, pulling Juicy right along with him.  Hunt backs him into the ropes and whips him to the far side.


JC:  Off the ropes…

DP:  And a big power slam from Eren Hunt!

JC:  Quick coverrrrr annnd…

DP:  Juicy kicks out at two!


Hunt gets back to his feet and takes a step or so backward waiting for Juicy to get to his feet under his own power.  As he does so, Hunt steps forward and kicks Juicy in the gut, doubling him over.  Hunt then lifts him up, and spikes him into the mat head first with a huge DDT.


JC:  Jesus!  What impact!

DP:  Mr. Hunt refers to that as the San Manuel Spike!

JC:  Hunt hooks the leg!


1!




2!




3!!!

WINNER:  Eren Hunt by pinfall in 7:17

JC:  That was an impressive debut here for Eren Hunt tonight on Madness!

DP:  It really was and Jacuinde, I think these fans are loving it!

JC:  They are, Denzel!  Madness has turned the page on its recent past and Eren Hunt seems to look the part of staple of our bright future!


Madness fades backstage to where the Bing Bong Twinzz are still rummaging through the XWF and Madness crate lockers.  MC and Cash App open and look through separate crates.


JC:  Oh not these two jokes again!

DP:  What do you think they’re looking for Jacuinde?


MC:  Woah!  Bro look at this! One brother says to the other.

CashApp:  Ahhhhh!  Yo ya think there’s two of them?

MC:  Let’s look!


The weird ass twin kissing brothers now begin looking through the same crate together.  Suddenly they stop, and look at each other with smiles on their grills.  The duo laughs and says intelligible things as both reach into the crate and lift out a pair of championship belts.





JC:  Oh God no!

DP:  Da Bing Bong Twinzz seem to have found themselves a pair of tag team championships!


With the straps snapped together, the duo hangs the championships over the necks and walk out of camera view as the new would-be Tag Team Champions.


JC:  Somebody tell Thaddeus Duke!

DP:  I’m sure he’s watching, Jacuinde!

JC:  Them!?  As Tag Team Champions!?  He can’t let this stand right?

DP:  …

JC:  RIGHT!?

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JC:  We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, I think we’re going to Jacki O’Lantern in a moment.

DP:  Jacki O’Lantern is the new Lord of Violence Champion and her rivalry with Kieran King is well documented.

JC:  For months those two went to war and in the end, Jacki stood tall.


The camera's cut to a view of a pumpkin patch. In the wide open field were about a million pumpkins scattered throughout the ground, then it pans over to the other side of the field where a pumpkin looking throne is in the middle of it. A bunch of her cats walk over toward it, one of which is wearing the Lord of Violence Championship around its body. That cat in particular jumps on the throne and takes a seat, then licks his paws before his attention is turned to something on the left side. Jacki O'Lantern makes her way over to the throne, picks up the cat, and places it on her lap before taking a seat and looking up at the camera.


Jacki O'Lantern: Everything is now right with the world. After months and months of agony, torture, involving my personal business in the matter, the Lord of Violence Championship has come back home with me, and I don't intend on ever letting it slip out of my hands again. I made that mistake too many times already.


She shakes her head as she recalls past events in her head before removing the belt off of the cat and throws it over her shoulder as she looks it over.


Jacki O'Lantern: Kieran King is a scumbag, plain and simple. He made my life hell. He made my cats lives hell, too. Did you see the shit he has done over the months? Stealing my cats as revenge. That didn't sit well with me. Jacki O'Lantern is nothing without her cats. Bet on that. I'm glad I don't have to worry about that anymore, though. Our story can finally be put to rest.


She runs a hand through her hair and relaxes back, looking at the view of all the pumpkins in the distance.


Jacki O'Lantern: Tonight I got a new challenger in line for my championship. I think she got mixed up in the bunch. I'm referring to Summer Page. I mean, does she have one mean bone in her body? Let me ask you a better question, Summer, how far are you willing to go to prove you are worthy of taking this from me? If I had to guess, I'd say not very far. The one time you get blood in your hair, or break a nail, it's all over for you and your reaction would be to cry about it and complain to whoever listens. Just my prediction.


JC:  It’ll be interesting for sure!


Jacki O'Lantern: You excel at drawing people in with your clout when you post pictures on your social media account. I'm the opposite way. I excel at violence, and pushing the envelope to further prove myself. You are an effortless roadblock on my quest to do that. I fought through every fiber of my being and dealt with the devil on the way there in order to prove why this belt belongs to me. If you had it, bud, you'd tarnish it, and use it as a fashion prop for your shoots. Nobody is paying to see that, and if they do, they are investing their time into the wrong wrestler. Much like this pumpkin here, I'm going to carve you into pieces and add in my own accessories to your body.


She licks her lips and removes herself off the throne, then goes behind it and pulls out a pumpkin and shows it to the camera. The top of it has a long blonde wig attached to it and thumbtacks covering the entirety of the pumpkin. Purple smoke emerges from the carved holes. The camera zooms in closely before zooming out, she walks away with it in her arms.


JC:  Jacki O’Lantern defends her title against Summer Page later on tonight!

DP:  I know what she’s getting at and I certainly understand why she says it.  In my experience though, it’s the ones that you don’t suspect of being capable that are able to rise to the occasion!

JC:  That match will take place a little later on but right now, we’re gonna send it outside to journalist and interview extraordinaire, “Beautiful” Brody Goodman as he’s standing by with a guest that… is interesting to say the least.

Brody?





BBG:  Thanks Jacuinde!


The camera cuts to the outside of the Manhattan Center, where a group of quite honestly strange people - judging from their painted faces green and their ramshackle vehicles that look like they came out of a Mad Max movie - are assembled, chanting “‘ERE WE GO, ‘ERE WE GO, ‘ERE WE GO!”. Behind them is backstage interviewer “Beautiful” Brody Goodman, and with him is the massive, hulking newcomer Grimgor Ironhide.


BBG: “My guest at this time is uhhhhhh uh… DA ONCE AN’ FUTURE GIT? What does that even mean? Well, here we are with Grimgor Ironhide as he’s about to take on Penelope! So, Grimgor, uh…”


It is clear that Mr. Goodman doesn’t know what to make of the snarling green-painted behemoth standing next to him, and Grimgor’s feral expression - almost at the edge of violence - is certainly not helping matters. The Alpha Ork turns violently towards him and lets out a savage shout.


GRIMGOR: "OI! WHATCHA WANT, YA GIT!? OI AIN’T GOT ALL DAY, OI’Z GOT A TWIGGY FING WIV A BLACK EYE TA KRUMP!"


The Beautiful One gulps at Grimgor’s explosive bellow, and is quick to take the mic once more.


BBG: “Right. So, uh - you have to admit you’re somewhat an unusual sight, but you seem to have garnered some support judging from the voices behind us!”

GRIMGOR: "DAT’S ‘CAUSE YOU’Z FINK WE’Z SUM KINDA ‘UMIE GITZ. BUT WE AIN’T! WE’Z DA ORKS AND DIS ‘ERE’Z GONNA BE ONE GREAT FOIGHT! DEZE GITZ ‘ERE ARE ME BOYZ, AN’ WE’Z GONNA PAINT DA ‘HOLE WORLD GREEN!"

BBG: “‘Umies?”

GRIMGOR: "AYE, ‘UMIES. DA NORMAL PEOPLE, YOU’Z ALL ‘UMIE GITZ TA US ORKS. DAT’S WHY YOU’Z ALL WEAK GITZ DAT DESERVE TA BE STOMPED!"

BBG: “Ooooookay… what are you supposed to be anyway?”

GRIMGOR: "OI’Z AN ORK, YA GIT! ORKS IZ MADE FER FIGHTIN’ AN’ WINNIN’! FER CRUSHIN’ AN’ KILLIN’! WE IZ DA BIGGEST AN’ DA STRONGEST AN’ WE’Z GONNA MARCH FROM WUN END UVVA UNIVERSE TO DA UVVA AN’ EVERYFING DAT GETS IN OUR WAY IZ GONNA GET ROIGHT KRUMPED! LIKE DAT SQUEALIN’ ‘UMIE RUNT OI’Z GONNA SMASH ROIGHT AFTER YOU’Z DONE BOTHERIN’ ME."


Mr. Goodman decides it’s best to move on, and so he gets to the matter at hand.


BBG: “Moving right along - let’s talk about your upcoming match. What do you make of Penelope Plimswood?”


The green beast lets out a very audible snarl.


GRIMGOR: "SHE’S ONE ROIGHT GROT, DAT ONE IZ! SHE GOT SUM CRAZY FUNK ABOUT ‘ER ALRIGHT, AND SMELLZ ROIGHT FUNNY TOO. BUT SEE, SHE FINKS SHE’Z ALREADY GOT DIS FOIGHT WON, BUT OI’Z GONNA SHOW’ER SHE’Z CAME TO SUMFING SHE’Z GOT NO IDEA ABOUT. SO OI’Z GONNA TELL YOU ROIGHT NOW WOT OI’Z GONNA DO.”

He stomps on the ground as the camera zooms in at his bare-toothed face.


GRIMGOR: "OI’Z GONNA STOMP ‘ER TA DUST. OI’Z GONNA GRIND ‘ER BONES. OI’Z GONNA PILE ‘ER UP IN A BIG FIRE AN’ ROAST ‘ER. OI’Z GONNA BASH ER ‘HEAD, BREAK ‘ER FACE, AND OI’Z GONNA JUMP UP AN’ DOWN ON DA BITZ DAT ARE LEFT.”


A vicious grin comes up to his face as he says this final sentence.


GRIMGOR: "AN’ DEN OI’Z GONNA GET REALLY MEAN.”


BBG: “Well, you certainly do not lack for confidence, but I should warn you that there’s something… unnatural, about Ms. Penelope.”

GRIMGOR: "WOT, ‘CAUSE SHE SEZ SHE HAS NO SOUL!? BAH! OI’Z COULD TELL YA OI’Z SPEAK WIV DA WORD OF GORK AN’ MORK - DAT’S DA GODZ UVVA ORKS, AN’ YOU’Z LOOK AT ME ROIGHT FUNNY TOO.

SO OI’Z PROMISE YOU DIS, ‘UMIE. WHEN DAT TWIGGY FING AN’ I IZ DONE, ALL DA UVVA GITZ WATCHIN’ ARE GONNA SEE WOT DA ORKS CAN DO. ‘CAUSE OI’Z GRIMGOR IRONHILDE, DA ALPHA ORK, DA ONCE AN’ FUTURE GIT, AN’ OI’Z WUZ BROUGHT TA DIS WORLD TA FOIGHT AN WIN!

SO GET READY, YA XWF GITZ! DA ORKS IZ COMIN’!”


After this, Grimgor takes a deep breath, and when his voice next sounds, it sounds with the fury of an earthquake that sends chills to the spine of those around…


GRIMGOR: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"


Brody Goodman steps several feet away taking Grimgor out of camera shot.


BBG:  He’s a uhhhh strange character… Anyway, I’ll be back a little later on to offer the XWF Universe some tips and rumors I’m hearing regarding Kevin Mears, the future of Madness and just who I’m hearing was behind the attack on Summer Page.

Jacuinde, Denzel, back to you at ringside.


JC:  Thank you Brody Goodman!

DP:  Grimgor Ironhide takes on Penelope when we return here on Monday Night Madness!

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JC:  We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, up next we have a literal David versus Goliath scenario as the petite Penelope looks to upset the monster Grimgor Ironhide.

DP:  You can call her petite if you want Jacuinde.  Fact is, what she lacks in physical size, she more than makes up for with intelligence and skill.

JC:  She surely does and both of these competitors are set to take the stage right now!


RA:  The following contest is set for ONE FALL!





RA:  From the Old World, weighing in at 3 hundred pounds…  GRIMGORRRE IRRRRONHIIIIDE!


As Grimgor's song begins to hit the PA system, DA ONCE AND FUTURE GIT appears on the stage, screaming "GRIMGOR IZ DA BEST!" . He marches down to the apron and climbs to the ring without paying any heed to the fans, and once he's in the center, he raises up his fist and lets out a savage scream: "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"


JC:  What a massive man, Denzel.

DP:  He really is.


RA:  Hs opponent…





The lights in the building all go out, save for the ones directly around the entryway from the back which swaps to a glowing red. You hear the sounds of a lone female voice which sings acapella.

Ohh Death…Ohh Deeeaaaath…Ohh Death
Won't you spare me over another year.

The red light begins to slowly pulsate to the drop beat as the song continues with the male vocals coming back. A small layer of fog begins to form at the top of the ramp.

Oh what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

The lights all around the arena slowly begin to pulse as well. The song continues, causing one area of the building to turn red after another.

When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul? Ohh Death

Penelope walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the aisleway. She looks out at the people in the building to a chorus of boos. She grins beneath the wide brim of her hat in her devilish way as she surveys the crowd.


"Making her way to the ring, by way of the Hotel California...she is...Penelope!"


Penelope, carrying a dead flower in her hands, plucks the black, withered petals off the flower one at a time as she walks and lets them fall to the floor. This leaves a bizarre trail behind her as she walks down the ramp.

Ohh Death, Ohh Death

She drops the naked stem on the floor at the end of the aisleway. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She crawls to the middle of the ring, before sitting back on her haunches.

No weath, No ruin, No silver, No gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, non can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

She looks up, and spits out a cloud of fine black mist before she lets out an ear splitting shriek.

Ohh Death…Ohh Death
My name is Death, and the End is Here…

Penelope turns and gestures towards the crowd maniacally as the lights come back up to normal. She gets to her feet, slowly removing her hat and shawl.


JC:  What a contest this might be, Denzel.

DP:  I think the keys to this match rely on these two competitors individual strengths.  Grimgor Ironhide is a large man.  He has all the strength in the world and if he gets her grounded, he has to smart… which admittedly may be an issue… but regardless, he needs to stay on her and not let her up.

JC:  For Penelope, she has to use her quickness and her intelligence to outwit, outlast and out maneuver her larger foe.  Both Ironhide and Penelope make their debuts here tonight on Madness.





The bell rings and GRimgor immediately charges forward toward Penelope.  Penelope though, ducks under his attempt.  On her way by, she drives a kick into the side of Grimgor’s knee.  He hobbles a little, but backhand swipes at her.

Grimgor spins around but Penelope is already by him and behind him again.  She leaps, using the ropes as a springboard to deliver a huge kick to the back of Grimgor between the shoulder blades.  Ironhide stumbles forward toward the center of the ring as Penelope bounces off the ropes.  On the rebound she wisely leaps into the air to send a dropkick to the back of the big monsters knee.


JC:  Smart tactics here early on!

DP:  She’s steadily chopping him down to her level!


Grimgor falls to his knees and Penelope is quick to her feet.  Standing in front of him now, she knife edge chops the beast several times.  Each chop sends a sort of yelp from the green colored leviathan.  Grimgor is in trouble as Penelope sends a roundhouse kick to the side of his head.


JC:  She went to the well one time too many!

DP:  He’s got her leg hooked and she’s defenseless here!


Penelope hops on one leg as Grimgor has her other leg like a vise grip.  After a roar of sorts, Grimgor drops her leg and grips her by the throat with both hands.  He gets to his feet and lifts her off her own feet before sending her to the mat with a thunderous choke bomb.  Grimgor goes for the win immediately.

1!




2!




JC:  Penelope with a kick out as this match rolls on!

DP:  I’m interested to see what Ironhide does now with Penelope grounded.


Grimgor gets to his feet with Penelope sprawled out on her back.  The big man sends a hard stomp into her.  Then another.  And another.  And another, another, another, another as he stomps a mud hole into the three year ring veteran.

Desperate to avoid the vicious onslaught, Penelope avoids the last stomp attempt as she rolls to the apron and falls to the floor.  Fairly quick in his response, Grimgor steps through the ropes to the floor below.  Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he rips Penelope back to her feet before lifting her up.

Ironhide looks up momentarily as the XWF official admonishes him for fighting on the outside.  Ignoring him for the time being, Grimgor charges forward, slamming Penelope back first into the ringpost before letting her fall haphazardly back to the floor.


JC:  Oh man!

DP:  Grimgor Ironhide folds her up like an accordion!

JC:  That looked sick and you have to wonder if she’s even okay here.  Can she even continue this contest!?


The official continues to bark orders while Grimgor Ironhide continues to ignore them.  Reaching down, he lifts Penelope back to her feet then dumps her through the ropes and into the ring.  Before returning to the ring, Grimgor pushes a ringside fan out of the chair and steals it.  Folding it up, he combs to the apron and enters the ring.


JC:  The official may have to call this right now!

DP:  These two traded barbs for the last two weeks on social media!  It’s obvious that Grimgor Ironhide is ready to give her some receipts!


Penelope lays on her stomach as she attempts to get to her feet.  Ironhide raises the chair over his head despite the officials protests.  Just as he goes for his down swing, the referee grabs a hold of the chair and hangs on for dear life.  Distracted by the event, Grimgor Ironhide shoves the referee and lets go of the chair.  The weapon flies out of the ring and the referee takes a nasty tumble.

Despite this, the official is getting back to his feet, albeit a little slowly.  Returning his attention to his opponent, Grimgor grabs a fist full of her hair and starts to lift her to her feet.  Perhaps out of desperation, Penelope breaks his light grip and grabs his face with both hands.  Screaming like a banshee, she presses both thumbs into both of his eyes.  Grimgor hoots, hollers and stomps in place before she finally loses her grip on him.


JC:  She still has fight!

DP:  There might’ve been some doubt a few minutes ago but she’s erased that now!


Blinded for the moment, Grimgor backpedals away from his assailant.  On her feet, Penelope stretches out her back as she continues to work through the substantial pain she had to have been in.  Soon, she runs toward the ropes.  Off the rebound, she leaps into the air and jumps onto Ironhide’s back.  Wrapping her legs around his large midsection, she tries to lock him in the dragon sleeper.


DP:  Fade to Black!

JC:  But can she lock it in!?


Penelope tries hard to wrench his head backward, but Grimgor reaches up and grabs her by the hair.  He turns and pulls her over his head, slamming her to the mat.  Grimgor jumps into the air and lands on Penelope with huge splash in the center of the ring and he’s quick to hook the leg.


1!




2!




JC:  Penelope kicks out!

DP:  You can say what you want about the size difference but Penelope is as tough as they come!


Grimgor, unsatisfied with the speed of the count, barks at the referee.  Ironhide gets back to his feet and once again pulls Penelope to hers before tucking her head beneath his large arm.


JC:  I have a feeling I know what’s coming, Denzel!

DP:  If he hits it, it may spell the end of Penelope for the evening!

JC:  I’m… I don’t know, Denzel.  She has a lot of fight in her and if she taught me anything tonight, it’s never to count her out.


Grimgor lifts her up into a high vertical suplex position.  Scurrying to avoid being struck by her feet, the official finds himself behind Grimgor’s large backside.


JC:  This could be the Alpha Slam!

DP:  BLACK MIST!  BLACK MIST!

JC:  The ref didn’t see it!


Penelope reached into her bag of tricks to spit the Black Mist into the face and eyes of Grimgor Ironhide.  He drops her to the mat immediately and she lands on her hands and knees before rolling him up from behind!  The referee goes for the count and isn’t aware she has both feet pressed hard against the ropes to add to the leverage.


1!




2!




3!!!!

WINNER:  Penelope by pinfall in 12:47

JC:  Penelope literally stole this one!

DP:  She did and she’s getting the hell out of dodge, but I’m not even sure if Grimgor Ironhide is even aware he just lost this match!


Grimgor gets to his feet as his vision slowly starts to recover.  He asks the referee because he can’t find Penelope and is informed of the match outcome.  Yelling out in his odd native tongue, he grabs the ref by his throat and immediately chokeslams him to the mat.


JC:  That’ll cost him some money!

DP:  …You think Thaddeus Duke can figure out how to FedEx to the Other World?

JC:  Actually, that’s a good question.  Madness fans, we’ll be back right after this.

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Madness returns from break as “Spoiled” Summer Page and her bodyguard Enigma are backstage talking to each other. Summer looks nervous.


“Spoiled” Summer Page:I’ve got to admit, E, I am a bit nervous about this Lord of Violence match. Getting any kind of title shot is a great thing but hardcore wrestling isn’t my forte.


Enigma puts her arm around Summer’s shoulders.


Enigma:You got this.


Just as Enigma removes his arm from around Summer’s shoulders when Marisol Vilaro comes up to Summer and Enigma. Marisol is dressed in her gear with a white towel over her shoulder, and her gym bag near her as the Fitness Queen notices her former client as she soon speaks in a cheerful kind of tone.


Marisol Vilaro: Hey Summer, how are things? You holding up well? I saw what happened, and I am so sorry that occurred. Like, who could do such a thing?! The nerves of some people around here.


Marisol said in a huff, disgusted by the actions that occurred against her former client. Summer looks surprised and a bit suspicious at what she is hearing.


“Spoiled” Summer Page:  I have to admit I didn’t expect you to have any concern for me considering how this year has gone but I am alright. Thank you for asking.


Marisol still had that look of concern on her face for Summer, it had been a wild year with their group falling apart, as well as their business relationship. Nonetheless, here was Madness's resident Fitness Guru in the flesh talking to Spoiled Summer Page.


Marisol Vilaro: I get it, I get it that you’d be surprised after all we have been through in 2023 and how things sort of went south in Reno? Well, we aren’t in Reno, we are across the country right now and honestly even if we aren’t doing business together anymore I still do want to be friends and a friend will be there for a friend. Just how things should be, anyway I am here to help you find out who did it, who attacked you like that.


Summer nods her head in acceptance to what Marisol is saying


“Spoiled” Summer Page:I appreciate that, Mari, considering nobody would fault you for walking away without a second thought. So thank you, girl. The big guy and I will definitely find out who attacked me then…I don’t know I might just let Enigma feed that person to his snake.


Marisol nodded her head, as she said in a bright tone.


Marisol Vilaro: I get that, but let me help you. I mean this is a jungle and you will need all the help you can get with this trust me. Oh and speaking of a surprise, I just got done talking to Thaddeus and well I got us a match. Think of it as a Marisol and Summer Page reunion because when we were at our best, no one could really stop us. So it will be a tag team match, and I wanted to let you know that as well.


Summer looks stunned.


“Spoiled” Summer Page: Wow! Ok, I definitely wasn’t expecting that…but alright for old times sake I guess and with someone targeting me it’ll be nice to have some extra eyes watching my back.


Marisol smiled brightly, as she put a hand on Summer’s shoulder.


Marisol Vilaro:  Don’t worry we got this, and of course I have your back you don’t have to worry about a thing. I mean whoever is targeting you I feel bad for them, not a good look at all anyway I have to go take care of some stuff before I head out but it was nice talking to you again take care of yourself, and E keep her safe.


Marisol said with a bright smile before sauntering off. Summer looks up at Enigma who gives her a look.


“Spoiled” Summer Page:  I know, I know. Let’s see where this goes. Whenever Mari truly wants something she can be insufferable and that could work in our favor this time.


Enigma shakes his head as he and Summer walk in the opposite direction.


DP:  Are we seeing a change of heart from Marisol Vilaro?

JC:  Summer Page will challenge Jacki O’Lantern for the Lord of Violence championship when Madness returns!

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Madness resumes and the bell rings three times, drawing the attention of the sold out crowd.


RA:  The following contest… is an xtreme rules match for the Lord of Vioence championshiiip!





RA:  Introducing the challenger… Being accompanied to the ring by Enigma.  From…

XWF Universe:  NEW! YORK! CITYYYY!

RA:  Spoillled SUMMERRRRR PAAAAGE!


JC:  Enigma no doubt will have eyes in the back of his head here tonight!

DP:  No doubt, Jacuinde!  She was mysteriously attacked at the last Madness and as a result, her match with Kevin Mears was canceled!

JC:  We still don’t know who it was!

DP:  Maybe Brody Goodman has that scoop on his hotline?

JC:  Somehow, I doubt it man!


RA:  Her opponent!





RA:  From San Diego, California!  She is the Lorrrrd of Viiiolence Championnn!  JJJJJJacki OOOOOOO’Lannnnnterrrrn!


Out comes Jacki O'Lantern from behind the curtain to thunderous cheers from the crowd. She walks down the ramp and looks toward the crowd, noticing some signs in support of her, as she points to them and gives them a nod before ascending up the stairs and underneath the bottom rope where she enters the ring. She taunts the crowd, which generates more of a reaction from them before focusing her eyes on Summer Page.


JC:  It’s an interesting contrast of styles, Denzel!  Jacki is a veteran of xtreme rules whereas that is so obviously not in Summer Page’s make up!

…

JC:  Denzel?

DP:  The Madness General Manager asked me to do something, I’ll be right back.

JC:  Ummmm… alriiiight.


Before the referee can hold up the Lord of Violence championship to open the bout, Denzel Porter climbs up on the ring apron.


Denzel Porter:  Hey man, give me that a sec, says Denzel, motioning for the Lord of Violence title.


JC:  What is going on?


DP:  Jacki, Summer, I humbly apologize for the interruption, he says as the official hands him the title belt.  Thad asked me to handle this for him and I was happy to oblige.


Denzel Porter tosses the title into the crowd.


JC:  What the Hell!?


There’s a mad scrum for the title as Denzel untucks his shirt from his slacks.


He’s makin’ changes and… one of those changes is that title, he says as he removes a brand new title belt he had been wearing, handing it to the official.  You two fine competitors are now competing for the XWF’s Xtreme Division title here tonight on Madness.

Pardon my interruption.


JC:  H-ho!  Brand new gold here on Madness!


Denzel retreats back to the announce table.


JC:  You were wearing that the whole time?

DP:  I was and it was not particularly comfortable to wear when you’re sitting down.

JC:  It’s X-Division champion Jacki O’Lantern!

DP:  It’s challenger Summer Page!

JC:  And that match begins… right now!





The atmosphere in the arena crackles with excitement as the match gets underway. The bell rings and Summer wastes no time in showcasing her technical abilities. After a brief collar-and-elbow tie-up, she is able to transition into a front face lock and executes a flawless Spike DDT that sends Jacki’s head snapping onto the mat, gaining an early advantage. Jacki reaches for her head in pain as Summer goes to pull Jacki to her feet. The champ counters with a back kick to the face that catches the challenger off-guard and she proceeds to Jacki kip up, displaying her agility, and retaliates with a series of Discus Forearms, staggering Summer back.


JC:  While I’m not shocked, I am a little surprised that these two are wasting no time!

DP:  They both know what’s at stake here tonight!


Not one to be outdone, Summer quickly regains her footing and blocks another forearm attempt, digging a hard boot into Jacki’s midsection, forcing her head down along with an involuntary grunt of pain escaping her lips. Summer pulls Jacki in and hits her with a well-executed Slingshot Suplex. She floats into a cover and the referee is there to count:

1!




2!


JC:  Jacki kicks out!

DP:  That was probably closer than she would’ve liked!


Summer goes on the attack again, perching herself on the second turnbuckle before going to the top and comes down hard, nailing Jacki with a knee drop to the solar plexus. However, instead of going for a cover, she goes back to the top turnbuckle, facing away from the ring. As she goes to execute a BME, Jacki is able to muster enough energy to recover and she bum-rushes Summer,  the champion leaping acrobatically up to the top rope beside Summer and she counters the BME with a beautifully-timed Modified Headscissors takedown, sending her crashing to the mat.

Seizing the moment, Jacki confidently follows up with a Handstand Double Knee Drop, landing it perfectly on Summer's midsection. However, Summer's tenacity is evident as she rolls to the outside to catch her breath and regroup.


JC:  Just a degree of separation here in this incredibly good matchup here on Madness!

DP:  Experienced or not, Summer Page caaame to Madness here tonight!


Jacki sees an opportunity and dashes to the apron, performing a breathtaking Springboard DDT, crashing onto Summer on the floor. The crowd erupts into cheers at the sequence.

As the match progresses, Jacki's playful side becomes more apparent, and she retrieves a broomstick from under the ring, much to the delight of the crowd as she grins playfully, holding it aloft. With a wide grin, she swings it playfully, engaging the crowd with her antics. Summer tries to fight back, bringing her leg up for a chick kick. But Jacki instinctively moves to the side, avoiding the contact and smashes the broomstick hard across Summer’s outstretched leg, sending her crashing to the floor. Jack is relentless though and brings the broomstick hard over Summer’s head, breaking it in half.


JC:  And Jack O’Lantern proves what made her champion!

DP:  You just know there’ll be a giant goose egg on Summer’s head here in a moment!


The champion's innovative use of the environment continues as she pulls out several steel chairs and kendo sticks from under the ring, throwing them into the ring before sliding back under the bottom rope. She sets up the chair in the center of the ring and begins to climbs the ropes, preparing for a high-risk maneuver. But Summer, still a bit dazed, is able to see it coming. She climbs back into the ring, sprinting forward and delivers a knee to Jacki's face, stopping her in her tracks.

Summer grabs one of the steel chairs and smashes it across Jacki's back, the resounding impact echoing through the arena, causing the champion to arch her back in pain. Summoning her own resilience though, Jacki fights through the pain, countering an incoming attempted chair shot from Summer with a quick Spinning Backfist, leaving the challenger, causing her to drop the chair. Jacki picks up a kendo stick, spinning it in her hand before she unleashes a flurry of strikes on Summer, creating a symphony of painful sounds. Summer grits her teeth, trying to absorb the pain. Her back and midsection are already marked with red welts from the impact. Jacki goes for another shot, aiming at Summer’s head but manages to hit a desperation Superkick, stunning Jacki.


JC:  You gotta wonder if Summer Page is surprised by her own abilities in this environment!

DP:  She really came to fight tonight!  Maybe that attack on her last Madness revitalized her focus!


The match reaches a fever pitch as Summer attempts to lock in her 'Perfect 10' Figure 8 Leg Lock. The crowd hold their breath, sensing a possible turning point of the match. But Jacki's determination refuses to let her submit. With a burst of adrenaline, she manages to break free after reaching a nearby kendo stick and cracks it right across Summer’s midsection, splintering it. Summer rolls on the mat in pain as Jacki climbs to her feet. She pulls Summer up, grabbing her from behind and plants her with the 'Black Cat Crossing' (Taco Driver), sending her crashing onto a steel chair.

Jacki quickly goes back outside the ring and pulls out a cloth bag, holding it high in the air before emptying its contents out onto the mat. It is now covered with a sea of thumbtacks. Jacki grabs Summer up again, standing over the tacks and, with a thunderous crash, Jacki drives Summer’s with “No Fucks Given” (Gotch-Style Piledriver), their sharp points piercing the skin both athletes. The arena erupts in a mixture of shock and awe as Summer writhes in agony, the pain etched on her face clear, tacks sticking out of her forehead and the top of her head. Jacki is also in agony, the underside of her legs looking like a couple of pin cushions but she fights through, throwing herself on top of Summer, hooking the near leg and the referee is there to count:

1!




2!




3!!!!

WINNER and still X-Division Champion Jacki O’Lantern by pinfall in 9:56

JC:  All the flowers to Summer Page here this evening, Denzel!

DP:  Absolutely!  She isn’t well versed in hardcore wrestling but she came to fight tonight!

JC:  Jacki retains her title, but Summer Page proved that she can hang in this environment!

DP:  She did and who knows?  If she gets a little more experience under her, maybe next time, the outcome is different!

JC:  That’s of course, taking nothing away from the champion.  Jacki O’Lantern has proved time and again that this is her preferred environment and tonight was certainly her night!

DP:  Jacki is a seasoned warrior, no doubt!

JC:  Fans, Madness returns, right after this!

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Madness returns and we go to a pretaped interview with Majestuosa Manor as they shop in New York. In the fancy lounge outside the dressing area, Juliana is sitting, feet up on a furry little ottoman as she sips champagne.


Juliana: I don’t think this bag carrier will work out. It’s very sweet that he’s paying for everything just for the opportunity, but come on Em’s, you’re still having to carry like three bags, and we’re only halfway through. Taurus, that guy could carry a dozen bags on each arm. My old bodyguard Johnny, could carry a dozen bags and me on his back. You should have let me ask your hot cousin.

Emma: That is the last time that you will say the words hot and cousin, in my direction, without multiple words between them, and none of them sexual. I know what you did with your last bodyguard, bag handler, driver, gardener, pool guy, yoga teacher, personal trainer, and personal chef. Jesus, you’re a porno cliche.

Juliana: BITCH! You did not just… you’re lucky that I need you against the bing bong bitches and the dyslexic pride parade.

Emma: I’m not sure those are their names, and if you think you can take me, you’re welcome to try… pequeña dama!


Emma stepped out of the dressing room in a very form-fitting black dress with a high U-shaped slit going up and curving down into a loose flowing back to show off the black heels dotted with Swarovski crystals. Juliana looks at her with her mouth open for a few brief seconds before she smirks and then gives her tag team partner a little clap of approval.


Juliana: You look good, but not jaw-dropping. I was shocked you would dare to call me petite dame. Yeah, you forgot I speak your language too?


Emma rolls her eyes and laughs a little bit before she brushes past Juliana and grabs her own champagne.


Emma: We probably should cut the shopping a little short and go start with our match preparations. The masseuses are confirmed as is the pre-match pasta and our cucumber lime mineral water.

Juliana: We really need to find someone to handle this stuff and the bag carrier?

Emma: We can talk about him after. We have the XWF camera crew here, so we should probably talk a little bit about the poster children for reproductive rights, and the kind of hot, kind of fit chicks. Obviously, neither of them is as hot as us, and neither of them is as fit or strong as I am.

Juliana: Obviously. It’s a shame that the team we wouldn’t mind paying off and promising fun later, likely wouldn’t take that deal.

Emma: And the idiots that would, we would never offer because it is going to be so so so satisfying to punch them over and over and over.

Juliana: You know, there are no rules in a triple-threat match. I say that you and I take one, we let those take the other and we just kick them in the balls right at the start and anytime they try to get involved.

Emma: Do what every woman who has ever seen so much as a picture of them, would like to do, and then fight it out between just the people who are actually good?

Juliana: It’s not the worst plan. Eliminate the pest and the chance for them to randomly steal a win, and I mean we know we can beat Claire and…

Emma: Ximena?

Juliana: You sure you could handle a woman with better abs than you?


Emma’s eyes went wide, her nostrils flared, and she chugged down her champagne as her face flushed. Juliana laughed and blew her a kiss as Emma took a few deep breaths.[/i]


Juliana: Je plaisante mon doux muscle de mademoiselle.

Emma: Good, my abs are far superior. Just as we are the superior team, non?

Juliana: Oui. Just because the saying Majestuosa Manor is built better, is brilliant and shirts are coming, does not mean it is not the gospel truth. There is no team around with our combination of strength, speed, technical acumen, power, poise, charisma, sex appeal, grace, and flawless teamwork. Since Majestuosa Manor arrived on Madness, we have won match after match after match.

Emma: We have beaten team after team after team. In fact, I think both of these teams were in that gauntlet match, who won?

Juliana: Majestuosa Manor. We’re basically the uncrowned champions. Ask anyone who they think of when they think of the XWF Madness tag division.

Emma: Majestuosa Manor. We truly are the best. We need to make sure we continue to prove that tonight. So help me take these off and get them ready to buy, we will send Cooper off in an uber back to the hotel to drop these off for us, and I will let him down easy later on. You would be mean about it.

Juliana: It’s not mean, it’s just brutally honest. Okay though. We should get in touch with Marisol later this week. I am sure she either has to know or can get us in touch with someone who knows a big strong guy who is willing to carry bags and maybe sometimes possibly occasionally, bludgeon an enemy for us.

Emma: That would have been a great thing to say off-camera.

Juliana: Oh God, we didn’t do some ridiculous sign-off thing. Let’s get it over with, I need my massage, my pesto, my water, and my body armor.


Juliana and Emma each pull up a freshly poured glass of champagne and smirk.


Juliana: Never forget Madness, Majestuosa Manor is simply built better.

Juliana and Emma both blow a kiss towards the camera, but drop all except their middle fingers as they extend their hands. They sip champagne as they flip off the camera and smirk before we fade to ringside.


JC:  Majestuosa Manor, Denzel!

DP:  They’re rude, they’re loud, they’re crass but Jacuinde, they’re also a handful.

JC:  We’ll see them in action later on tonight as they compete in a triple threat tag team match against the… I guess, apparent Tag Team champions the Bing Bong Twinzz and BGTL.

Madness returns in a moment.

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JC:  Back here on Madness, folks!  Johnny Miami is set to go one on one with Marisol Vilaro.  Denzel, what do you got?

DP:  I think Johnny Miami will have his hands full.  Marisol Vilaro spreads herself around multiple promotions and she’s very much underrated.  She has this way of making everyone want to beat the crap out of her and… there’s money in that.


RA:  The following contest is set for one fall!  Already in the ring.. Johnnyyyy MIIIIAMMMMIII!


JC:  Nothing like a lukewarm reception to get ya goin’!


RA:  And his opponent!





RA:  From Barcelons, Spain… MARISOLLLL VILLLLARRROOOO!


Shake it off by Taylor Swift plays over the public address system as the fans boo loudly, knowing that the creator of the Vilaro System is about to make her way out.  From the back, first, come out a couple of people with Vilaro Fitness t-shirts. However, they stand aside, and soon in a burst of energy, is none other than the Marvelous One herself, Marisol Vilaro.  She comes out and begins to pose, soaking in the reaction and showing off her physique.  As the two muscular Vilaro students stand on either side of her, preventing the fans from touching her, Marisol takes the time to taunt the crowd. Showing some Vilaro Fitness products and how they can help the fans improve.

Of course, this only gets her more heat.


JC:  Like her or not, she’s a spark plug!

DP:  She most certainly is.  A literal heat magnet, this woman.


Just before she was supposed to enter the ring, Marisol Vilaro jumps back to the floor, getting loud boos from the New York City faithful going toward her gym bag, before pulling out a microphone that says VilaroFit, the branding of her new gym on it. The fans are on the case of the Fitness Queen, who doesn’t care about the adverse reaction she is receiving. The Referee is yelling for Marisol to get in the ring, who has her hands on her hips, insulted by the rudeness of the referee as soon puts the microphone up to her lips, gracing the booing rabble with her lovely obnoxious tone, that always came so naturally to her.


Marisol Vilaro: First of all, we do this when I say so, Jimmy Miami is not worth the time of Marisol Vilaro; you know that Thad knows that, and all of these people here tonight in New York know that, and before this match I want to speak to all of you, yes every single one of you sitting in this arena, you see I look around, and all I see is failure, and disappointment hell I smell it all over the arena that or your hygiene is just really, really bad. Probably, both, to be honest; you should all do better, and to fix that hygiene problem, you can order the newest perfume on the market, the hottest two VivaVilaro, yes yours truly was approached for marketing, and how could I turn down that offer for such a fantastic product.


Marisol reached into her purple gym bag and pulled out the perfume, and it was in the same aerosol can she used on Pebbles at the last show, which caused louder boos to come from the angry, drunken rabble. She then sprays it around herself, trying to keep the smell from the fans down as she shouts, and a couple of fans cough from the strength of it. As she then slides it back into her bag before yelling proudly.


Marisol Vilaro: For only 95 dollars, you can get that fantastic scent, and how RUDE of you all I am trying to help get the disgusting smell out of this place?!  Now looking at all of you, this place shouldn’t be called the Big Apple; it should be called the wide gut of America.


The boos intensify as the New Yorkers pour all their hate onto the young Catalonian native. Who puts her hand over her chest, acting shocked at the response to her statement as she shouts.


Marisol Vilaro:  Whats the matter? Really? I want to help you all become better versions of yourself, and it starts with putting the slice of Pizza down and the beer and using just fifteen dollars and 99 cents to sign up for my VilaroSystem. See, for just 15.99 a month, you can begin your path to a better you, and from the looks of you all, you need it; yes, you might have to cut back a bit, but you will be so much better in the long run for it. Think about it: you don’t want to be a loser like your New York Giants, right?


The boos grow loud as a Mari sucks chant begins to ring throughout the arena as she yells loudly over the microphone.


Marisol Vilaro: My voice is much louder than all of yours, and when I have the microphone, my voice is the one that matters; see you all just like Jimmy over their need my help, and I begin the kind, compassionate woman I am, will offer you that help, and you will listen to it why? Because I will hold this show hostage! If I am not heard, and Thad knows I am money, so tough luck, and suck it up because you need it!


Marisol pauses again as the boos get louder before calming down; however, The Fitness Queen soon begins speaking proudly. Now was The moment ever was waiting for, if you asked Marisol.


Marisol Vilaro:  Now, what does my Vilaro System Provide? Well, what it offers is a full series of workouts with an accelerated 90-day program, but most of you can’t handle that so that six-month traditional plan would help you all; it is a lifestyle modification it teaches you all the right way to think about diet, and exercise and make it a part of your lives for now on.  But that is okay if it takes you all a little longer, Shania did the six-month plan, and she looks freaking amazing; seriously, her progress, if you have been following her on Twitter, is the type of progress you all should aspire to.  Or how about how my insights and training helped Chris Mosh become a world champion? Though he did drop the ball but that was HIS FAULT! 


Johnny Miami looks annoyed as he tries to walk toward the ropes where Marisol is as she backs up, yelling on her microphone at the referee.


Marisol Vilaro: Hold him back, lumpy. That’s right, that's right, this is about me helping save all of you from yourselves, not a wrestling match.  See, we know in a wrestling match, Jimmy will get beaten. I mean, it's only natural; not only am I the best natural athlete on Madness, but this business is in my blood, So I am naturally better than you, so you get to listen as well deal with it, moron!


The boos grow loud as the ref looks agitated that she insulted him, but the bell can’t ring with her on the floor, so nothing really can be done; a broad smile appears on the face of the Fitness Queen.


Marisol Vilaro:  I get it thought, you might be thinking, but Marisol, I am so out of shape, such a loser; how can I do this? And that is where I’d say you can, but you have to change that mindset that is why you get my Mari Motivation series for free with this, so you can get all the motivation you need to complete this amazing journey you will be embarking upon.  A journey one day that will lead you to be a productive member of society; you can wake up feeling energized and healthy ready to conquer the day! As well as the meal plan, a discount to be used on Vilaro Fitness.com of 15 percent for any other VilaroFitness products you will need to complete the journey. Because it all starts with you doing one thing: to ENTRUST IN MARI!


Marisol yells out with one free arm, posing for the fans who shower her with all the hate and vitriol they possibly can. The Catalonian’s smile turns into a sinister snake-like smirk as she says in a smug tone.


Marisol Vilaro: And here's a discount code since I know people are strapped for money right now; with a special code hashtag Vilaro’s Justice, you can waive the first month’s charge; that is right, I will give you this a whole month free because you all really need it…


JC:  They hate her, Denzel!

DP:  All the more reason people will pay to see her get beat!


Suddenly… the X-Tron comes to life accompanied by a vaguely familiar theme.


JC:  Wait a minute!  Denzel!





DP:  Big Cyrus Braddock!

JC:  He’s a professional bodyguard and a hired hitman of sorts!

DP:  Why is he here though!?


Dressed in blue jeans and his standard leather vest, the 6’9” man of action makes his way toward the ring with his eyes trained on Johnny Miami.  On the floor, Marisol Vilaro celebrates like she’s just won the lottery, jumping up and down to the chagrin of the New York crowd.

The big man climbs the steps and stops for a moment before advancing onto the apron and stepping through the ropes.  Before he can fully enter the ring though, Johnny Miami goes on the attack, hitting him with a flurry of forearms to his back and shoulders.


JC:  And Big Cy Braddock swats him away like a gnat!

DP:  He’s big, he’s powerful… and very clearly on the side of the Fitness Guru, Marisol Vilaro!


After Cy swats Miami away, Johnny soars across the ring and lands on his ass.  He quickly gets back to his feet and charges toward Cy again.  Upright now, Cy is nailed with forearms to his chest and kicks to his midsection.


JC:  This may not be going according to plan for Miss Vilaro!

DP:  I’ve seen Braddock before, Jacuinde!  He can absorb a lot of punishment!


The big man is rocked into the corner as Johnny Miami feels momentum firmly on his side.  He brings Cy out of the corner and backs him against the ropes.  Miami sends him across the ring, but Cyrus reverses.


JC:  Off the ropes…

DP:  Big Braddock with a clothesline!

JC:  Johnny Miami ducks!  Off the far side now!

DP:  OOOOoooooOOOO!

JC:  My gawd!  He about took Johnny’s head clean off his shoulders!

DP:  He might have an imprint of those size 15’s on his face here in about three minutes!


After the crushing big boot, Big Cy stands over Johnny Miami.


Marisol Vilaro:  Crush him, Cy!


The official attempts to intervene on Johnny Miami’s behalf, but Cy steps toward him and the referee hightails it out of the ring to the floor.  Returning his attention to the down and out Johnny Miami, Cy reaches down and wraps both of his meat hook hands around his throat and pulls him to a vertical base.

One handed, Cyrus Braddock lifts him up, then slams him down into the mat with a vicious chokeslam.


Marisol Vilaro:  Deliver Vilaro’s Justice, Cy!


JC:  Vilaro, barking out orders to her new protector!

DP:  He is systematically tearing Johnny Miami apart here and he may well need some medical attention!


Back to his feet, Cy grabs a handful of Miami’s hair and pulls him to his feet before flipping him up and sending him down to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb.


Marisol Vilaro:  AGAIN!


JC:  Come on!


The fans boo far louder than they had been earlier as Cyrus Braddock, on Marisol’s orders, manhandles Johnny Miami.  Again, he’s flipped up and slammed to the mat with a powerbomb.


Marisol Vilaro:  What?  You want another one? she asks the crowd.


DP:  The more they boo her, the more punishment she’s ordering on Johnny Miami here tonight!

JC:  I’m sure Thaddeus Duke will have something to say about this!

DP:  Not likely.

JC:  …

DP:  Cyrus Braddock used to work for the Madness GM, Jacuinde!

JC:  …


For a third time, Cyrus Braddock plants Johnny Miami in the center of the ring.  The fans boo them both loudly as Braddock falls to his knees on either side of Miami, striking a pose.  Braddock stands upright a moment later as Marisol Vilaro enters the ring.  The referee slides in too and immediately goes to check on Miami.


Marisol Vilaro:  Start the match!


DP:  What!?

JC:  She wanted to have an easy night!  The bell never rang and the match never officially started!


The official protests but Cy takes an aggressive step toward him.  Immediately, he calls for the bell to start the match.





JC:  This match…

DP:  It’s underway and Marisol quickly goes for a cover.


Initially, the referee doesn’t know whether he should count it or not, but then…


COUNT IT! shouts Braddock.


The XWF official promptly drops to the mat.


1!




2!




3!!!

WINNER:  Marisol Vilaro by pinfall in 0:09

JC:  This… has been a miscarriage of justice!

DP:  What once was the Lion’s Justice, is now Vilaro’s Justice and I gotta tell ya, Jacuinde… if this man Cyrus Braddock is guarding Marisol’s backside… then…

JC:  Marisol Vilaro just became one of the scariest competitors on the Madness roster!

DP:  Marisol Vilaro, with her… attitude… with that kind of muscle, that kind of power behind her… Madness might be the most dangerous place in the world for any of her enemies!

JC:  Madness rolls on after this break, folks!

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When Madness returns, we’re in the back as we find Walker Hill, dressed and ready for his match. He spins his hat around in his hands as he looks up at the camera and smiles.


Walker Hill: Howdy there folks. Coming up in a little bit, I got me a match with Elijah Copeland. I ain’t had a whole lot to say about this match. Truth is, I’m pretty sure that more folks is picking Elijah to win this battle of biblical named fellas. I could be mad about that, I could talk about how I find that insulting or disrespectful or blah blah blah, but I don’t. He’s talented, he’s been around for a bit, and he’s the favorite. Thing is though, it ain’t be a whole lot, and that’s why I ain’t said a whole lot. I been watching matches, working out, honing my moves, and preparing for the dirty tricks he likes to employ. I ain’t gonna get caught sleeping, and I intend to show that it don’t matter if I talk your ear off, or if I just sit back and listen. What I do inside that ring speaks real damn loud. So it’s about time we saddle on up and get ready to fight. New York, I know this ain’t your specialty, but if you would be so kind as to give a simple Texas man some hospitality, get them horns ready and say it with me..


Walker smiles, puts his hat on, gets the horns ready, takes a step back with his right foot, bows his head, and then swings his foot wide out as he raises his hand high in the air and bellows out…


Walker Hill: YEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!


Walker grins and heads off, high-fiving a few crew members along the way and giving a few tips of his cowboy hat as he heads off towards the ring as we fade back to another backstage location..


JC:  That match is coming up in mere moments, Denzel!

DP:  That one should be a good one, no doubt!


We cut to the locker room of Lexi Gold where she is seen frantically rummaging through all her bags trying to find her newly won Equatorial Championship, her clothes and other items in her bag go flying and land on the ground in a pile. With no luck, she knew she had to break the news to the new GM of Madness Thaddeus Duke about her missing championship.

She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, trying to figure out how she was about to break the news to him, then after thinking it through, she decided to leave her locker room and made her way down the hallway in search of his office. A nervous look formed on her face as she continued to walk. At some point, she found it and stopped in her tracks. She stood by the door and waited before she knocked three times.

The new GM keeps his door open at all times and pops his head up at the sound of the knock.  He took notice of the concerned look on Lexi's face.


"Hey Lex," Thaddeus greeted her.  "Come on in."


She looked obviously nervous as she entered.


"What’s on your mind hun?" He asked her.


Still, she said nothing as she paced in front of his desk.


"Lexi what's wrong?" He asked.  "Whatever it is, you can talk to me."


She finally calms down and takes a seat on one of the chairs and looks at him. Fumbling with her fingers.


Lexi Gold: I don't know what other way to tell you this, but I lost my Equatorial Championship. I could have sworn I packed it in my bags with me. Do you think someone went through my stuff and took it?


Thad leans back in his chair rubbing his forehead with his hand.


"Lexi," he began.  "How exactly do you lose a Championship?"


Lexi goes to speak but Thad holds his hand up for her to stop.


"I'm just kidding, relax," he said with a smile before reaching into the bottom left drawer of his desk.  Pulling out Lexi's Equatorial title, he holds it up.


"This the one?"


She nodded then reached for it.  Thad looks like he's about to hand it to her when he drops the Equatorial title in the trash can.


"I want Madness to be treated with respect, not mocked for wearing ridiculous titles," he said before reaching into the bottom right drawer of his desk, revealing a freshly minted United States Championship.





"This one should fit the prestige bill," he said as he slid the title across his desk.  "It's yours."



She grabs the belt with a sparkle in her eyes and in shock if she was being honest. She wasn't expecting this at all, but was happy, nevertheless, as her eyes were drawn to the championship with her hands before she threw it over her shoulder and smiled.


She sure is a beauty, ain't she? I can't wait to start defending it and make every single person proud of me and show them why I absolutely deserved this. For me, It's been years in the making to get to the top here on Madness, and I don't plan on ever stopping, or stepping down from that mountain top. I suggest you watch what I do to Myra Rivers tonight in that main event. While I respect her and her contributions to this business, you'll find out the lengths I'm going to go through to prove that I'm that much damn better than her. Thank you for the belt, but if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready now.


She smiles as the two shake hands before she clutches her belt and leaves the room.


JC:  New gold all around tonight as now Lexi Gold has her Equatorial title replaced by a United States title!

DP:  She’ll be in action in tonights main event as she goes one on one with World champion, Myra Rivers!

JC:  When we come back, Walker Hill and Elijah Copeland will go one on one!

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JC:  We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, it has been a hell of a night already and we’re not even finished.

DP:  That’s right!  Young Walker Hill looks to impress tonight as he goes one on one with veteran Elijah Copeland!

JC:  And that match starts… now!


RA:  The following one on one contest is set for ONE FALL!





RA:  Introducing first!  From Gun Barrel City, Texas… weighing 2 hundred 30 pounds!  WALKERRRR HILLL!


“Be Cowboy” performed by Black Stone Cherry begins as a spotlight shines down on the ramp. Walker Hill burst through the curtain and throws up the horns as some red, white, and blue pyro shoots off. Walker yells out a hearty YEE HAW! before he starts making his way down the ramp. He slaps hands with some fans along the way, then makes his way up the steps and hops into the ring. He throws the horns up and yells another YEE HAW before he tosses his hat into the crowd.


JC  Walker, Texas Wrestler looking to make a name for himself here tonight on Madness!

DP:  He’s got his work cut out for him tonight though!


RA:  His opponent!





From Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  Weighing 2 hundred 10 pounds… EEEELIJAHH COOOOPELANNND!


The camera pans around the Mamhattan Center. Just then there was black, gold, and white flickering as "Breaking Through" by the Wreckage hits the speakers in the arena.

♪ Sever every tie
Untangle every lie
Your words don't mean anything anymore, no
Never satisfied ♪

Just then Elijah is seen coming through the Curtains and the fans begins to boo. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He put his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nodes.

♪ But I won't compromise myself for you
Anymore anymore, no
You're so complicated
I'm so over it ♪

He starts walking down the ramp as the fans continue to shower his boos. He stops and looks at the crowd and giving off a slight smirk and laughs as their misfortunes. He bad mouth the fans before getting down to the ringside and stopping on the ringside mat. He walks towards the steel steps and breathes in.

♪ Don't tell me everything is all right
(I know you know)
Don't tell me how to live my life
I'm breaking through tonight ♪

He slaps the steps a few times before walking up them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle.

♪ You can crash and burn this time
As I leave it all behind
These scars won't breathe anymore anymore, no
Sounds like goodbye ♪

He looks at the fans as he slowly takes off his shirt and throws it to the outside. He points at the fans before getting down and moves to the corner.





The bell rings, as Elijah Copeland and Walker Hill face off in the middle of the ring. Copeland, exuding cockiness, sneers, meanwhile Hill, plays to the cheering crowd, glancing to the side, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The match starts with both competitors circling each other, trying to gain the upper hand. Copeland makes the first move, lunging at Hill with a forearm attack, but Walker ducks underneath and counters with a dropkick, sending Eli stumbling backward. The crowd roars in approval as Hill follows up with a snap suplex, smoothly executing the move, the sound of Copeland’s back connecting with the canvas echoing throughout the arena.


JC:  Hill with the all important quick start here tonight!

DP:  Much to Copeland’s chagrin!


Copeland slams his hand off the mat in frustration, annoyed by Hill's early success. He charges at Walker in the corner, but Hill slips away and connects with a series of repeated elbow strikes to the cocky brawler. Each strike finds its mark, leaving Eli stunned in the corner. Hill capitalizes and delivers multiple double-foot stomps before the referee is forced to intervene. He gives Walker a standing count:

1!




2!




3!




4!


JC:  Walker Hill!  On a mission this evening!

DP:  But he’ll need to be mindful of the official and keep his nose clean if he wants a chance!


Walker backs off before the referee reaches five, holding his hands up in acknowledgement. He goes back on the attack but Copeland has pulled himself up, using the top ropes either side of the turnbuckle to propel himself up and he smashes his boots straight into the oncoming Hill’s face, creating some distance and recovers. He charges back at Hill, attempting a Russian leg sweep, wrapping his arm around the back of his neck but Hill counters by grabbing his arm and drops to the mat, transitioning into a cross armbar, catching Copeland off guard. Eli yelps in discomfort and grimaces. After a back-and-forth, he manages to wrap his feet around the bottom rope, forcing Walker to relinquish the submission hold. Copeland rolls out of the ring and onto the apron, using the ropes to pull himself up. Walker makes a beeline for him but Eli catches him unawares, hanging him up on the rope with a modified snap swinging neckbreaker. Sending the momentum moving in his favor, Copeland jumps over the rope and back into the ring and he grabs Hill by the waist, heaving him up and sends him across the ring with an audacious release German suplex. Copeland dashes across, rolling Hill over and pins him with a lateral press as the referee counts:

1!




2!


But Walker tenaciously throws a shoulder off the mat, forcing the near-fall.


JC:  Near fall that time from Copeland!

DP:  Solid match up thus far!


Undeterred, Copeland maintains control with a flurry of kicks and knee strikes. He delivers a superkick that nearly knocks Hill off his feet. Hill manages to recover and avoids a busaiku knee kick, countering with a hurricanrana that sends Copeland sprawling.

Both competitors trade DDT variations, snap, tornado, and running DDTs, leaving the crowd on the edge of their seats. Copeland attempts an elevated double-arm DDT, but Hill manages to reverse it into an ankle clutch prawn hold, nearly scoring a pinfall. Copeland continues to maintain control with a flurry of kicks and knee strikes as Walker tries to get up back to a vertical base. Copeland takes a few steps back and measures Hill as he climbs to his feet. He runs at Walker full-speed, jumping into the air for a Busaiku knee kick. But Hill ducks down to one knee and leaps up, wrapping his legs around Eli’s shoulders, taking him down with a scintillating hurricanrana. The momentum of the move sends Eli springing back to his feet. Walker takes advantage of Copeland’s stunned state and goes to plant him with a running DDT. Copeland manages to dig his heels in which prevents Walker from fully-executing it. He drives a hard knee into his midsection before going for an elevated double-arm DDT. But this time Walker fights out of, reversing the momentum into an ankle clutch prawn hold and the referee counts:

1!




2!




But Copeland is able to muscle out of the pinning predicament at the last moment.  The crowd roars as Hill plays to their excitement, fist pumping and thumping his chest emphatically. Copeland seizes the opportunity though to deliver a baseball slide, sending Hill crashing to the outside. With a smirk, Copeland sizes up Hill and takes flight with a tope suicida, crashing into him with precision and guile. Copeland brings Walker to his feet and slams him face-first into the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring.

Hill quickly recovers though and surprises Eli with a high-speed forearm attack, showing off his agility and speed. He follows up with a dropkick that sends Copeland reeling into the ropes. Hill charges in with a running knee strike, but Copeland manages to sidestep, causing Walker to crash into the turnbuckles.

With Hill cornered, Copeland takes advantage and delivers multiple knee strikes to his opponent's head, leaving him dazed. But as Copeland goes for another knee strike, Hill ducks under and rolls him up in a sudden La Magistral Pin. The referee counts:

1!




2!




JC:  Copeland kicks out just in time!

DP:  That near fall sent a jolt of excitement through this crowd!


Both competitors are now aware that victory could come at any moment having shared several near-falls between them. As the match progresses, Hill's athleticism begins to shine through. He connects with a perfectly executed dragon suplex, leaving Copeland stunned on the mat, his eyes widened and clutching the back of his head. Hill then goes for a moonsault, showcasing his but Copeland moves out of the way just in time.

Eli capitalizes on the opportunity and delivers another release German suplex. He follows up with a Yakuza kick that catches Hill flush on the jaw, staggering him. But Hill shows his resilience, countering a follow-up move with a beautiful bridging German suplex. Walker arches his back, balancing on the top of his head and tips of his toes as the referee counts:

1!




2!


But again, Copeland kicks out, breaking the bridge at the last second. Both competitors are now visibly fatigued but refuse to back down. Copeland attempts shining wizard, but Hill manages to evade it, leaving Copeland kicking at thin air. Hill retaliates with a swift “Roundup” (Slingblade), connecting it with precision.

Hill sees the chance to finish the match, going for the “King of the Hill” slingshot flipping lariat. He sets up Copeland perfectly, but he ducks under the attack and counters with a backbreaker, halting Hill's momentum.

The crowd is on their feet, witnessing a thrilling back-and-forth encounter. Copeland, ever the opportunist, delivers a rope hung snap reverse STO, leaving Hill in a daze. He quickly follows up with a Shining Wizard, managing to hit it this time, connecting with a resounding impact.

The crowd gasps as Copeland goes for the cover.

1!




2!


JC:  Hill kicks out just before the three!

DP:  He’s showing his determination to continue the fight!

JC:  These fans are on the edge of their seats, fully invested in the exhilarating battle before them!

DP:  So are we!


With both men giving their all, Hill moves to the outside of the ring, gripping the top rope in anticipation for “King of the Hill”. The crowd comes to their feet sensing what’s coming. Walker slingshots over but is met suddenly with another jaw-jacking Shining Wizard from Copeland. He floats over into a cover and the referee counts:

1!




2!


Again though, Walker instinctively heaves a shoulder up and the crowd comes to life. Copeland smashes the mat in frustration. He holds three fingers up to the referee gesturing that it was a winning pinfall but the referee assured him it was a two-count. Copeland turns back and goes to grab Walker to his feet but out of nowhere, he pulls Copeland into a small package which brings the crowd to their feet. As the referee begins the count, the crowd counts along in unison:

1!




2!




3!!!!

WINNER:  Walker Hill by pinfall in 13:57

JC:  He did it!

DP:  Walker Hill claims victory tonight over Elijah Copeland!

JC:  It’ll go down as an upset, but nevertheless, Walker Hill will head to the pay window!


While Walker Hill briefly celebrates his victory, Copeland rolls out of the ring to the floor.  Mad at himself, he slams his fist against the ring apron before walking toward the back with his hands on his hips as Madness fades to commercial.

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Back from commercial, Brody Goodman is standing backstage.


Come on in here!  Come on in here!  My guests at this time, the NEW tag team champions of the world, MC and Cash App, the Bing Bong Twinzz.


JC:  Oh what the hell?


The two boys enter the picture with their abducted tag team titles hanging around their necks.


Congratulations are certainly in order as you now wear the tag team championships.  But tonight, you two are set to compete against Majestuosa Manor and BGTL.  A match that no doubt may have title implic… ations…

What’s up champs? GM Thaddeus Duke says as he enters the picture and stops short of double clotheslining the Bing Bong Twinzz.  The 6’1” GM almost towers over the 5’9” Twinzz and the 5’7” Goodman.

With his arms over their shoulders, the Twinzz crane their necks to look up at him.


Well isn’t this a mighty fine surprise!  The General Manager of Madness has just joined our little party!


See, we have a problem, Thad begins.  I had a plan for those belts you two fought so courageously to steal from the equipment lockers, but I have an idea.  Since you two want to be champions so bad, fine… you are the official World Tag Team Champions.


The Twinzz like what they hear so obviously they’re celebrating in their… you know… way.


But to be champion in this industry my weird little friends, means you have to defend them.  So tonight, in that three way tag team match, The Bing Bong Twinkzz will defend those titles.


The looks on the Twinzz faces turns from smiling happy to gloom and doom in an instant.


Enjoy the rest of your night boys, Thad says before walking off.


MC:  Wait!

CA:  Thad!


The Twinzz walk off, leaving Brody Goodman by himself.


MC:  What the hell is a twink?


Jacuinde, Denzel… I really though he was shorter.  Like 5’6” but anyway…

You heard it from the man himself!  Tonight on Madness The Bing Bong Twinkzz… I mean, Twinzz… will defend their tag team championships.  But that’s not all!  If you call my hotline now, I, Beautiful Brody Goodman WILL give you three big scoops!

That’s right, for the low low price of just 9.99 per minute, you’ll hear what I’ve heard concerning what legend is headed back to the XWF!

That’s right folks!  Call now, 1-900-999-9999!  A legend of this company is headed back to the XWF and I have the scoop and I have all the details concerning what role he’ll have and what show he’ll be on.

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DP:  There’s more!?


Indeed!  Indeed my fine journalist friend!  In maybe the biggest story currently enveloping Madness, I know… from a reputable source… just who attacked Summer Page.


Brody Goodman leans toward the camera.


Beautiful Brody Goodman will even give you a hint… they’re not even on the Madness roster.

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The camera fades back to ringside.


JC:  I’m… at a loss for words.  I thought wrestling hotlines went out in 2001.

DP:  Jacuinde, I don’t know about you, but…

JC:  Yeah I think he’s full of shit!

DP:  Not exactly the word I’d use, but…

JC:  Well it should be.  Folks, when Madness returns, the Bing Bong Twinkzz..

DP:  Twinzz…

JC:  Ahh yeah.  Anyway, they defend their tag team titles against BGTL and Majestuosa Manor when we come back!

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Madness returns as the Bing Bong Twinzz entrance fades out.


JC:  We’re back here on Madness, and all three teams are in the ring!

DP:  The Bing Bong Twinzz defend their world tag team titles and they look none too happy about that fact.

JC:  Well, Thaddeus Duke gave them the opportunity to prove they’re champions but BGTL and Majestuosa Manor just might have something to say about that!





The bell rings and the match is underway. No sooner than the bell rings, all six wrestlers charge at each other in the center of the ring unleashing a wild brawl for the early advantage. The chaos escalates as the respective members of Da Bing Bong Twinzz brawl with Juliana from Majestuosa Manor and Ximena Asensio of BGTL. MC C-Munqqquee takes Juliana over the top rope with a clothesline that sends him spilling over the top as well. Ximena meanwhile almost takes Li’l Ca$h-App’s head off with a massive boot to the face, sending him tumbling through the ropes. As the action spills to the outside, the four superstars continue to brawl, trading punches and throwing each into the barricades. The referee leans to the outside through the middle rope, remonstrating vehemently, demanding they go to their respective corners or he’ll throw the match out.


JC: You had to know this match would be difficult to control!

DP:  Three teams, six ego’s… it is a lot to manage!


In the ring, Emma wastes no time in asserting early dominance. She charges at Claire with lightning speed, catching her off guard with a roaring elbow that sends her reeling back. She continues her aggressive start, grabbing Claire by the hair. She tries to retaliate with a mule kick but Emma sidesteps it easily. Using her superior strength, Emma holds Claire by the back of the head, turning her body slightly before ramming her forearm up underneath the chin with a series of powerful European uppercuts. She lifts Rogers with ease, sending her crashing down with a textbook scoop slam.

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, the Da Bing Bong Twinzz are double-teaming Ximena Asensio, using their combined strength to try and overpower the bodybuilder. The self-proclaimed champions slam Ximena into the steel steps and ring apron consecutively before Mendoza comes from behind, nailing both Da Bing Bong Twinzz with respective low blows, a cocky smile stretching across her face. She sees Ximena, still dazed, climbing to her feet and takes her down by slamming the back of her head hard into the barricade. The referee remonstrates again, admonishing Mendoza who holds her hands up in mock innocence as she and the other outside competitors make their way to their respective corners.


JC:  You’d think by now, wrestling promotions would use two or three referee’s to call these types of matches.

DP:  Eliminate too many variables and things grow stale too quickly.


Back inside the ring, Emma continues to dictate the pace, lifting Claire up for a military press slam; showcasing her raw power. Couture holds Claire high above her head before slamming her down with authority. Claire clutches her back in pain as Emma quickly follows up with a stalling suplex.

With Claire on the defensive and favoring her back, Emma tags in Juliana, who immediately takes advantage of the situation. Juliana enters the ring with a burst of speed and agility, hitting Claire with a dropkick that sends her stumbling towards her corner. Juliana quickly tags Emma back in, and they execute a perfectly timed combination move. Juliana crashes into Rogers with a hip attack followed by a swinging sidewalk slam from Couture before another quick tag is made.


JC:  The Manor is running like a well oiled machine!

DP:  They really are.  Those quick tags are just keeping the opposition at bay.


Mendoza goes for a quick cover but the referee barely has time to get to the mat before Ximena darts in, grabbing Juliana and throwing her into the turnbuckle before giving her the finger. She gestures towards Asensio before moving back to focus on Rogers. However the interjection has given Claire the time to get her bearings. She takes the eyes of the incoming Juliana as the referee’s back is turned with him focusing on warning Ximena.

Seeing her partner in trouble, Emma enters the ring which also draws the referee’s attention as he cuts her off, warning her to get back to her corner. Sensing an opportunity, the Da Bing Bong Twinzz double-team Juliana behind the referee’s back. He doesn’t see MC C-Munqqquee sneak  a pair of brass knuckles into the ring as he nails Juliana’s in the head before tossing it to the outside. He and Ca$h-App then drill her with a double DDT.


JC:  Brass Knuckles!?

DP:  That’s madness! 

JC:  The Twinzz!  They’re rollin’ now!

DP:  They may just walk out with the straps after all!

JC:  The cover by MC!?


Despite not being legal, the referee counts anyway.

1!




2!




DP:  Emma with the save!

JC:  Wild, wild match!


Juliana tries to fight back but the brass knuckles have opened up a cut on her head making it difficult to see. As the referee finally restores some semblance of order, the legal competitors are Claire and Juliana. Having now recovered, Rogers has Juliana from her corner and prevented her from making the much-needed tag to Emma. Coutoure is livid outside the ring, trying to rally Mendoza back into the match.

Claire, still seething from Juliana’s early onslaught, retaliates with a swift low dropkick, aiming to take out her legs. But Mendoza displays her agility, hopping over the incoming kick and countering with a beautifully-executed hurricanrana that sends Claire tumbling across the canvas.

Juliana finally manages to dart across and tags in Emma, who re-enters the ring with a determined glint in her eye. She wastes no time, launching a brutal assault on Rogers with a barrage of hard-hitting strikes. She lands a series of forearm strikes, backing Claire into the ropes before whipping her across the ring with an Irish whip. As Claire rebounds, Emma catches her with a devastating spinebuster, shaking the ring with the impact.


JC:  What a spinebuster from Emma Couture!

DP:  Rogers is down!


Emma prepares to deliver the Springboard Running Dragon Bomb. However, her excitement gets the better of her, and as she launches herself towards Claire, she manages to roll out of the way just in time, leaving Emma crashing hard onto the mat. Claire uses the momentary respite to make the tag to Ximena. She rushes into the ring and executes a perfect standing moonsault on the downed Emma. She follows up with a diving leg drop, aiming to keep Emma grounded and capitalize on her inexperience.

As the action unfolds, chaos reigns on the outside, with the Da Bing Bong Twinzz continuing to take advantage of the referee’s attention on the in-ring action. They hang up on Juliana, nailing her with a spike piledriver, with Ca$h-App jumping from the barricade for leverage.


JC:  Oh God!

DP:  She may be in traction for the next few days!


Back in the ring, Claire and Ximena work together to take control of Emma, executing a double chop block that takes her off her feet. BGTL continues their dominance with impressive teamwork, flooring her with the Burning Hammer/Top Rope Leg Drop. .

But the powerhouse Couture refuses to stay down. She digs deep and manages to counter with a jaw-dropping Gorilla Press Slam on the equally-imposing Ximena, displaying her impressive strength.

Outside the ring, Juliana, having recovered from the earlier assault, intervenes to protect her partner. She executes a breathtaking tope con giro, launching herself over the top rope and crashing into the Da Bing Bong Twinzz with incredible precision. The impact sends MC C-Munqqquee and Li’l Ca$h-App sprawling, and the fans are on their feet.

The match continues at a frantic pace with the referee at times struggling to keep track of who is legal. , action inside the ring becomes more frenzied. Li'l Ca$h-App is eventually decreed to be the legal competitor against Juliana Mendoza. Both of them trade quick strikes and counters, with Juliana relying on her speed and agility to outmaneuver the brawling tactics of Li'l Ca$h-App. Juliana connects with a series of knife-edge chops and consecutive enziguris, stunning him as he drops to one knee.

Li'l Ca$h-App, however, fights back as he catches Juliana mid-flight from a run off the ropes, delivering a powerful snap powerslam that shakes the ring.

JC:  Quick cover!

DP:  Mendoza kicks out, but barely!

JC:  This ref might need a raise after this match.

DP:  He’ll certainly have earned his pay tonight!


Outside the ring, chaos continues to unfold as Emma Couture and MC C-Munqqquee team up to target BGTL. Ximena is floored by Couture thanks to hard German suplex on the floor as she bashes the back of her head on the corner of the steps, sending a splatter of blood on the embossed steel. As Claire goes to check on her injured partner, concern etched on her face, she is taken out by MC C-Munqqquee who nails her with a buckle bomb into the outside corner of one of the ring posts.

Seeing the severity of the situation, the referee rushes to the outside to check on BGTL, motioning for backstage assistance with both ladies likely confused, bleeding profusely from the backs of their heads! The referee is entirely focused on the injured BGTL though, he is completely unaware of the events unfolding in the ring.

Suddenly, Marisol Vilaro, appears on the stage. She beckons to the back in a frantic manner and an imposing figure, standing somewhere near seven feet tall, emerges from the shadows.


JC:  Vilaro is bringing out Cyrus Braddock!

DP:  We saw what happened earlier, Jacuinde!


The leviathan of a man bulldozes his way to the ring with an intimidating presence. With the referee still distracted, the massive man takes advantage of the situation. He obliterates both Da Bing Bong Twinzz with thunderous powerbombs, leaving them lying motionless in the ring. The crowd gasps in shock at the sheer display of power.


JC:  A double dose of Vilaro’s Justice!

DP:  Those two may actually be broken in half!


As the gargantuan man makes his exit, Majestuosa Manor looks to take advantage! Emma and Juliana pull up both members of Da Bing Bong Twinzz. Emma executes her “Une Femme Méprisée” (Michinoku Driver) on Li'l Ca$h-App, while Juliana connects with her “Cosmic Counter” (Diving Meteora) on MC C-Munqqquee. She rolls him out of the ring and urges the referee back into the ring as Emma hooks MC C-Munqqquee’s legs. He dashes back in under the bottom rope and counts:

1!




2!




3!!!!

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WINNERS:  And NEW World Tag Team Champions Majestuosa Manor by pinfall in 16:49

DP:  For the second time tonight, Madness has brand new Tag Team champions!

JC:  It was a war!  It was vicious!  It was incredibly entertaining throughout!

DP:  Marisol Vilaro brought out her… I guess you could say, bodyguard… to ensure that Majestuosa Manor would go on to capture the tag team titles and Jacuinde, with this new man behind her, I told you she might be the most dangerous person on the roster and so far tonight, she’s proved that!

JC:  She has, and as long as she and her friends benefit from the emergence of Big Cy Braddock, then I think both Marisol and The Manor are more than okay with it.

DP:  What a match, man!  I’m still in awe of what we just saw!

JC:  Don’t switch the station because still to come here on Madness, the main event!  It’s champion versus champion as United States Champion Lexi Gold goes one on one with World Heavyweight Champion, Myra Rivers!

DP:  Two of the very best not just on Madness but in any promotion and we’ll bring that to you LIVE in just a little bit.

JC:  Stay with us!

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[white]JC:  We’re back here on Madness and Denzel, the boss is on his way out here once again.

DP:  It’s a busy night here to begin the new era Jacuinde, but I know Thaddeus Duke.  If it wasn’t big, he wouldn’t be coming to the ring!


Thaddeus does his thing as he makes his way down the aisle, casually fiving fans and even stopping for a selfie with some kids at ringside.  It’s a small venue, it doesn’t take him long though, to get to the ring.  Once inside, he paces as the crowd regains their composure.


You guys are electric, he begins and the crowd responds in kind.  Y’know it’s good to be home again here in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation.  It’s good to make the greatest city in the world our home for a little while.

But you know… Madness isn’t about me.  It’s not about the Lionheart.  Madness, is about the men and women in the back that lace their boots, put on some gear, and come out here to send you guys home with smiles on your faces, with moments burned into your memories.


JC:  Hear, hear!

DP:  That’s… why they love him, Mr. Saltzmann…. Wherever you are.


Conspicuous by his absence, if you hadn’t noticed, is Kevin Mears, he pauses for the crowd to quiet again.  See, Kevin’s contract is up and he’s holding Madness up for more money.


The crowd immediately begins to boo.


No, no, I support his effort 100 percent.  I never lived paycheck to paycheck and I never entered this business for the money, but I realize… I realize not everyone was born with what I was born with.  I realize that everyone has their own motivations for coming into this business.  I realize that not everyone does it for the love of the game…


Thad dead stares the hard camera.


Kevin, I can’t promise you a whole truck load more money, he continued on.  I’ve taken over a busted brand and if you don’t want to be here, if you don’t want to be a pillar, if you don’t want to be part of the foundation in which the new Madness is built… then I respect that.  I respect your decision to take your services elsewhere.

Your own girlfriend showed up.  Serenity Holmes showed up on Madness because she too believes that I’m the right guy for this job.  She too believes that this roster and this show have been mishandled and bungled from day one.

Yet you stayed home.

We’ve talked some Kevin, and I know where you’re coming from.

Aimless booking.

Titles that didn’t mean fuck all to anyone outside the XWF.

No real plan for the next show, or the next, or the one after that.

Just showin’ up for matches for the sake of havin’ matches.

Kevin, I’m not gonna stand here and promise that Madness will be perfect.  Rome wasn’t built in a day, but I see you.  You want somethin’ to sink your teeth into.  You want somethin’ that you can believe in the moment you walk back through the door.

Kev, I grew up in this business.  I was trained by my father… I mean you might’ve heard of him considering there’s a shrine in the Hall of Legends that’s dedicated to him.  I started this gig when I was 17 years old and one thing I’ve always known is what works and what doesn’t.  I know what puts asses in seats and I know how to build something from scratch.

Kevin Mears, I am not promising you anything… but opportunity.

You have the opportunity to join your Madness counterparts to build something special.  You have the opportunity to hit the reset button on your Madness career and not against any old talent, but a second generation star that, like me, like you, has his finger on the pulse of this industry.

So… if and when you sign that contract… allow me to introduce to you, your challenge.

Just like you, Kevin… this man knows he’s worth more than what he’s been fed.  He too has somethin’ to prove.  He too wants somethin’ he can sink his teeth into…


The Madness GM falls quiet as a smile creases his lips.


JC:  …who is it?

DP:  I don’t know but that kid sure knows how to build up anticipation!  This crowd is getting louder by the second!





JC:  Welcome to Madness, Sean Parker!

DP:  Parker is a mainstay at HWA, he’s been in Zion Wrestling, LOC, WCW and the newly-crowned WCW World Champion, the youngest champion in WCW history. He’s a second generation talent and now he’s here on Madness in the XWF!


“Ken’s Theme [Metal Cover]” by ToxicxEternity starts to play throughout the arena. As the song plays its slow, building intro, Sean Parker appears on the stage in a hooded waistcoat. He goes down on one knee, his head low as sparks fill the stage area. When the song explodes into life, Sean leaps to his feet, his arms outstretched and his hood falls back behind him. Sean walks confidently to the ring, running as he gets ringside and slides effortlessly under the bottom rope. He takes off his waistcoat, tossing it into the crowd before he climbs up one of the turnbuckles and fist pumps before doing a backflip back down as his music fades out. The WCW World Championship glistens around his waist.


Sean and Thad come face to face in the center of the ring.  Thad extends his hand and the two embrace in a bro-hug before Thad makes his exit, leaving Sean alone in front of the Manhattan Center crowd with the stick. Sean looks around the crowd and listens to the cheers and can’t help but afford himself a small grin, he  unstraps the World Championship belt from his waist and places it over his right shoulder, holding it in place with his right hand.


Thanks Thad, appreciate the introduction and the opportunity. Glad to see some of you seem to know who I am already which is flattering! But for those who don’t, my name is Sean Parker and like Thad, I had big shoes to fill. My uncle is “The One Man Tartan Army” Butch Parker. He did it all, World Championships in four different decades, Hall of Fame-worthy career. But there’s one thing he can’t do….let me emerge from his shadow… he taught me how to be a wrestler, how to run these ropes, how to be a man, but he couldn’t let go. Too long I’ve spent in the shadows of a man, not being able to flourish, not being able to fly as high as I know I can! Well, no more! I am too good, too passionate, too determined to remain on the sidelines and watch opportunity after opportunity pass me by! And…as you can see by this belt over my shoulder, the beautiful big gold, I have already started! Last night I was crowned the NEW WCW World Champion and I intend to carry that momentum into XWF on Madness!


The crowd cheered loudly in appreciation of Sean’s evident passion.


JC:  These fans are eating it up, Denzel!

DP:  They should!  Sean Parker is an incredible talent and Madness fans will appreciate his efforts!


And that is exactly why I came to XWF, to Madness…to compete against the best our great sport has to offer! My Shotokan Sensei, Matthew Kiriyama…my mentor, my teacher….  a man that has instilled so many lessons and wisdom upon me over the years, when I made my comeback from a career-threatening back injury when I was 16, he sat at the edge of my hospital bed. He asked me “Sean-Kun, sekai de ichiban no puroresurā ni naritai desu ka?” Do you want to be the best pro wrestler in the world? And through the pain, the numbness I felt from ribs down, I nodded. I said “Hai, Sensei!” and he said “Sore nara, oshiri o agete sekai de ichiban no puroresurā ni narunda!” Then get off your ass and be the best pro wrestler in the world! And that’s what I intend to do here in XWF! Manhattan, there is a reason I am called the King of the Skies!


Sean points upwards, casting his gaze up too.


…because when I take flight, no one on this planet can touch me! That is my domain! And anyone that wants to enter my Kingdom will fall and fall hard! But here’s the kicker! I might be World Champion somewhere else, but here, in XWF, I am a King without a crown! And a King without a crown might as well be no King at all. That is why I will not rest, will not sleep, will not slow down or falter until I sit on the throne and the crown is placed upon my head!


The more Sean talks about his reasoning for being on Madness, the more pumped he gets, his voice getting rawer, his veins popping, his emerald-green eyes burning with determination.


JC:  The man has passion!

DP:  There is evidently a fire burning deep within him, Jacuinde!


Which brings me to the apparent elephant in the room…Kevin Mears…Thad tells me you and I are cut from the same cloth…that you and I can create some magic between these ropes…so if you’ve been finding it hard to motivate yourself lately, been stuck in a rut, looking for some sort of inspiration to get that adrenaline pumping again, you’ll find no shortage of that in me. Let me be the white whale to your Ahab, Kevin! You want some incentive to get back on the horse and have the run in XWF you’ve always wanted, then you want to step into the ring with me, because, if you’re as good as I’m led to believe you are, this is not a challenge you will want to turn down! And if you do…then more fool you, lad! So I reiterate what my Sensei said to me all those years ago, when I was lying in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the chest down! Except by all accounts, you’re sitting on your arse, collecting your paycheck and dicking around…Sore nara, oshiri o agete sekai de ichiban no puroresurā ni narunda! Get off your ass and be the best! Jitsuryoku o shimese! Ore to tatakae! Prove yourself and fight me, Kevin! If not, I’ll find somebody around here who will!


Sean looks around the Manhattan crowd who are cheering loudly.


JC:  We know he’s watching!

DP:  Kevin Mears is a guy that’s really got a bright future here on Madness.  All his gotta do is show up!


Totemo arigatou gozaimasu! Thank you very much, Manhattan. Once more, my name is Sean Parker and if you didn’t know me before, trust me, you will when my time in XWF is done!


Sean’s music plays again as he drops the microphone on to the mat and climbs out of the ring. He readjusts the WCW World Championship, slapping some of the fans’ hands along the front row before making his way to the back.


JC:  We’ve got a new General Manager, a new feel, a new outlook as we begin this new era, Denzel!

DP:  It would seem that the stars are aligning, Jacuinde!  With these new faces that Thaddeus Duke has signed to Madness combined with the incredible talent that was already here, this new era is looking bright!

JC:  The main event is next as Madness rolls on, right after this.

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Madness returns and rather than commentary, we’re goin’ to the ring!


RA:  Ladies, gentlemen and gentlethems, it is time for the main event!


DP:  Maaan I am looking forward to this one!

JC:  You and me both!

DP:  I told Thad I’d come out and to this tonight but man was I psyched when I saw this main event.


RA:  This match… is set for one fall!  Introducing first!





RA:  From Los Angeles, California… she is the UUUUUNITED STATES CHAMPIONNN!  LLLLLEXIII GOLLLLLD!


“5 out of 6” by Dessa plays and Lexi Gold appears from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers from the crowd.  She slowly makes her way down the ramp and gazes out on the jam packed arena before she runs roward to fans at ringside and claps their hands. The Golden Goddess then makes her way up the steps and goes through the botom rope and taunts a bit before she makes her way toward the center where her eyes remain fixated on the stage as she awaits her opponents music to hit next.


JC:  This is undoubtedly one of the best main events you’ll see anywhere!

DP:  I could not agree more, Jacuinde!  Both of these women are two of the very best!


RA:  Her opponent!





RA:  Hailing from Miami, Florida!  She is the REIGNING!  HEAVYWEIGHT!  CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRLD!  MYRRRAAAA RIIIIIVERRRRS!


JC:  To start the show tonight, Myra Rivers' International Dateline championship was replaced with a brand new, shiny, world heavyweight title and Denzel, I’ll be damned if she isn’t smiling from ear to ear tonight!

DP:  And she should be!  She was the world champion and still is, but at least now, she’ll be recognized for what she’s earned!

JC:  Folks, neither title is on the line tonight, but what is on the line, is pride.  These are two incredibly talented women but only one of them can win this match.

DP:  We’d be remiss if we didn’t mention the fact that we know that the number one contender to Lexi Gold’s United States title…

JC:  Chris Mosh.

DP:  …is most certainly watching this match wherever he is tonight!





The bell rings and the two women finish their pre-match warm up routine.  The two fierce competitors come together in the center of the ring and exchange a handshake to some applause from the New York City crowd.  They back away from each other, circle the ring a time or two then lock their horns in the center of the ring.

Coming out of the tie up, Lexi has a hold of Myra’s arm and twists it once.  Myra though, ducks under and reverses the arm twist into an overhead hammer lock that forces Lexi to the mat.  Not to be outdone, Lexi rolls backward to her feet, stands upright and reverses the hold back into the arm twist.  Remembering Myra’s counter from moments ago, she quickly traps the world champion in a side headlock then takes her over to the mat.

Myra though, kips up out of the headlock and is back  on her feet quicker than a hiccup.  Lexi pops back up quickly and the two women are back to square one as they stare each other down.


JC:  It’s a stalemate here in the early going!

DP:  I’d expect nothing less from these two!


The two women golf clap for each other before circling and tying up once more.  The two champions jockey for position and leverage but soon, Lexi wins out as she forces Myra back into the corner.  The official steps in to ask for a break but Lexi Gold throws a knee lift to Myra’s midsection.  Then another and a third.

Lexi takes a step back and throws her shoulder into Myra’s midsection, then a second and a third one of those.  Lexi steps back as Myra falls to her ass in the corner.  Again the official tries to bring it out of the corner.  Gold grabs Myra by the hair and lifts her to her feet before sending her hard to the far side corner.  Rather than turn, Rivers hits chest first and collapses flat on her back.


JC:  Oooo she struck the corner pretty hard!

DP:  That’s a damn good way to knock the wind out of you!


Knowing she can’t let up, Lexi pulls Myra to her feet whether she can breathe or not.  Placing her head beneath Myra’s chin, Lexi falls to her knees, bringing Myra with her, completing a jawbreaker.


JC:  Quick cover from Gold!

DP:  1!... 2!

JC:  And Rivers kicks out!


Lexi gets back to her feet and is again pulling Rivers to hers.  She scoops her up then slams her to the mat.  Pulling her vertical by the arm, Lexi backs her against the ropes and tosses her to the far side.  Myra Rivers reverses, sending Lexi across instead but…


JC:  Explosive lariat to counter that reversal!

DP:  The World Champ has to be feeling the effects of whiplash right now!  That impact was sick!

JC:  Lexi Gold again with the cover!

DP:  1!.... 2!....

JC:  And again, Rivers kicks out as this main event rolls on!


Lexi is back to her feet after the kick out and she pulls Myra to her feet again.  Gold lifts Rivers up and drapes her back across her shoulder, then swings her down, bringing Myra’s shoulder down against her knee with a shoulder breaker.  Back to her feet again, she lifts Rivers to her feet then sends her into the corner.  Gold follows her in, then climbs up and clenches her fist.

XWF Universe:  1!.... 2!....3!....4!....5!....6!....7!....8!...9….10!!

Gold steps down and backs up a step allowing Myra Rivers to stumble out of the corner.  Lexi then sends her to the far side again.


JC:  So far, this match has been somewhat one-sided as Lexi Gold has dominated the World Champion since almost the opening bell!

DP:  She has so you gotta wonder if maybe Myra Rivers didn’t take Lexi Gold as seriously as Lexi took her!

JC:  That doesn’t sound like Myra Rivers to me, but maybe it’s just a lot of things going on with Madness right now and maybe she’s bee a little bit distracted!


Lexi again climbs the ropes, intending to pummel the World Champion some more.  The Rivers section of the crowd comes alive as Myra Rivers stiffens up and lifts Lexi from the ropes, takes a few steps forward, then power bombs her to the mat leaving both women down.


JC:  Rivers needs to get up!

DP:  You’re right!  She can’t let this separation go to waste!


Almost as if it was on cue, Rivers gets back to her feet.  Pulling Lexi to hers, Rivers lifts her up, then slams her back first across her knee.  She does not relent though and lifts her again, then slams her again across her knee.  Still she does not let go as she lifts Lexi up one more time, this time at a match higher angle, then drives her back across her knee a third time with a trio of devastating backbreakers.


JC:  Rivers with a hook of the leg!

DP:  1!....2!....

JC:  And a kick out by Lexi Gold!


Rivers gets back to her feet and lifts Lexi to hers.  She sets her up then takes her back to the mat with a snap suplex.  Rivers is quick to her feet again and once more she lifts Lexi to hers.  With a hold of Lexi’s neck, she twists… but instead of dropping, she lifts Lexi up off the mat, pauses, then crashes hard to the mat taking Gold with her in a hangman's neckbreaker.


JC:  Cover!

DP:  1!.... 2!....

JC:  And again Lexi kicks out!

DP:  What a match this one has been, Jacuinde!

JC:  These two are without a doubt leaving it all out there!


Rivers gets back to her feet.  Initially she goes to pull Lexi to her feet, but instead backs off, forcing the United States Champion to get up under her own power.  Lexi stumbles as she tries to get vertical.  Successful in her second attempt, she turns to find Myra.


JC:  Vixen kick!

DP:  Rivers hooks the leg!

JC:  1!.... 2!....

DP:  And Gold kicks out again here on Madness!

JC:  These fans are on the edge of their seats again, Denzel!


Myra is back to her feet again and this time, she rips Lexi back to her feet.


JC:  Here we go!

DP:  If she hits this, it’s all over for Lexi!


Myra Rivers attempts her Rebel Bomb but Lexi Gold counters, floats over and brings Rivers down into a school girl,


JC:  1!.... 2!....

DP:  Kickout by Myra Rivers!


Rivers is back up first and again she goes for the Vixen Kick but once again, Lexi side steps and school girls Rivers up gain.


DP:  1!.... 2!....

JC:  Rivers kicks out again!

DP:  There’s no quit in either of these women!

JC:  And these fans tonight are loving it!


Both women are back to their feet.  Lexi tries for a forearm to the face, but Rivers ducks under and goes behind, grabbing Gold in a rear waistlock.  Lexi counters by rushing forward and hitting the ropes.  On the rebound, she hangs on to the ropes sending Myra rolling backward and back to her feet.  Telegraphing it, Lexi rolls herself onto her back and just as Myra steps forward, Lexi grabs her in a head scissor and takes her down, sending her head first into the middle turnbuckle.


JC:  Fool’s Gold from Lexi Gold!

DP:  This might be the beginning of the end for Myra Rivers!


The crowd is on their feet as Lexi Gold gets to hers.  After the impact, Myra Rivers is stunned as she staggers backward and falls to one knee.  Lexi knows its the perfect opportunity.


JC:  There she goes!

DP:  If she hits it, it’s all over!

JC:  STRIKING GOLD!  SHE HIT IT!  SHE HIT IT!  LEXI HIT IT!


Lexi GOld rolls over Myra Rivers’ limp body and hooks the leg.


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JC:  OH MY GOD!

DP:  DID SHE…!?

JC:  MYRA RIVERS KICKED OUT!

DP:  Absolutely incredible!


Lexi Gold is almost stunned as Rivers kicked out of one of her finishers.  She sits there on the mat with her eyes wide for several seconds.  After brushing the hair out of her face she gets back to her feet.  Grabbing Myra by her hair, she pulls her to her feet and backs her against the ropes and whips her to the far side.

On the rebound, Lexi catches her in a tilt a whirl but Myra head scissors on the way up and brings Lexi crashing to the mat.  Both women are slow to get back to their feet, but they do so almost simultaneously.  Lexi goes for a haymaker type of punch but Myra ducks!


JC:  SPIRIT BREAKER!

DP:  SHE HOOKS THE LEG!


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WINNER:  Myra Rivers by pinfall in 23:12

JC:  RIVERS DID IT!

DP:  What a match!


The crowd at the Manhattan Center is electric in appreciation for these two brilliant talents.


JC:  If there were any doubts before, the world now knows that Lexi Gold is a main event player!

DP:  She didn’t win tonight but, I think Myra Rivers is telling Lexi Gold right now exactly what I’m about to say!  Keep your chin up, girl!  You will be back!


In the ring, Myra Rivers helps Lexi to her feet.  The official hands them both their titles.  The two main eventers stand in the center of the ring, raising each others hands.  Both hold their respective titles high as the crowd cheers them on.


JC:  Incredible respect between these two women, Denzel.  If I had to make a bet, I’d say these two will meet again down the line with championship gold at stake.

DP:  That may be the safest bet anyone could make!


Lexi Gold exits the ring and makes her way toward the back, leaving Myra Rivers to bask in the glow of victory.


JC:  Myra Rivers guides the S.S. Madness on this new voyage!

DP:  She’s the face of the brand and tonight, she proved beyond all doubt that she deserves all the respect and all the flowers!


Myra’s victory celebration is suddenly cut short as a familiar entrance theme hits the airwaves, drawing her attention toward the entrance way.





JC:  It’s Kieran King!

DP:  What’s he doing out here!?

JC:  Last we saw him, he lost the now-X-Division title to Jacki O’Lantern!

DP:  What the hell is on his shoulder!?


The cameras zoom in on Kieran King.  The man has a smirk on his face as he stands near the entrance way.  Cutting back to Myra Rivers, she climbs to the second rope, holding her World title in the air in his direction.

Cutting back to King, slung over his shoulder is another world title.


JC:  What the hell!?

DP:  Where did he get that!?

JC:  We gotta go!

DP:  Now!?


Madness fades to black.