The scene opens up to Liz, in the kitchen of her apartment, warming up a Hot Pocket. She overhears the television in the living room, but she doesn’t pay it any mind.

Kathryn: UMMM, Liz, you might want to come and see this.

Liz walks into the living room, Hot Pocket in hand.

Liz: What what what?

Kathryn: Look.

Kathryn points to the TV.

Newscaster: Be on the lookout for these three people, two of which are escape prisoners. The woman on the far left is Elizabeth Hathaway, the woman in the middle is Kathryn Bryant, and the man is Officer Justin Rosado.

He assisted the two women in escaping the St. Louis County Jail, as well as last week. Be careful as these three are projected to be armed and extremely dangerous.

Liz turns off the TV.

Liz: Well at least they don’t know that I had facial reconstruction surgery. They had my old face up there.

Justin, Cole, and Sarah walk into the apartment.

Cole: This isn’t a joke, Liz. You as well as Justin, Kathryn, Sarah, and I can all go to prison, if we were fount out.

Liz looks at Cole with as serious of a face as she ever made.

Liz: You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know that we all are taking a risk every time we walk out of that door. You’ve failed to realize that we are all under looked in this society. You fail to realize that 4 people live in this little one bedroom apartment. You fail to realize that each one of us has a story, and something that we are fighting for.

Justin: What exactly are you trying to say?

Liz: You don’t see what I see. Look at us. We are a band of misfits. We have a rogue cop, a genius serial killer, an AWOL Army solider, a goody too shoes, and an emotionally fucked up wrestler. We all have different personalities, but we all look at each other with respect. What we did in the past is the past. This is the present, and in present day, every single one of us is deemed “different.” But what we must do is band together. We must prove that even though we are the underdogs. It’s our time now, let’s get this shit started!

Liz throws her fist in the air as the scene fades to black.

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The scene opens up to the Liz, alone, in her “controversial” room. She paces back and forth, pass the camera.

Liz: I’ve been in XWF for about two months now, and I can’t say that I am more excited for my next match then I’ve ever been.

Why?

Because I am going head to head, one on mother fucking one with Sincere Lee Wild. And if you know Liz Hathaway then you know that she hates Sincere Lee Wild. Sincere Lee Wild is a fucking tramp, slut, whore that has taken to many dicks in her mouth, and to many bukkakes.

I know what you’re thinking, why do I hate Sincere to much?

Well a few months ago, I’d say two, I offered to be her friend. She seemed upset, and I tried to comfort her. But nooo, this bitch tried to make a mockery of me.

And I admit that she did.

But the thing is, this was before I knew anything of XWF. I didn’t know if it was just some initiation or someone being a bitch. Now I figured that it was the latter.

Sincere Lee Wild claims to be a psychopathic crazy bitch. Oh you think you’re crazy? Oh believe me sweetie pie, you haven’t seen crazy yet.

When I get in that ring, look you dead in your eye, pounce on you, and beat you into an inch of your life, then rape you with my barbwire strap-on (Going to have to get that back from Jenna Silver).

Sincere, you seem to be … stuck in the past. You’re to stuck in the before time, where you were respected among your peers. This is the new XWF. No one gives a flying fuck about you now.

The difference between Peter Gilmour, Barney Green, and you is that no one gives a shit about you. Gilmour is one of the most talked about people in XWF.

And Barney Green….. Well he’s just Barney Green.

After I’m done mentally, physically, and emotionally fucking you in the brain, I’ll just leave you in the dry for Shane to come pick you up, shove his potato in your anal hole, and send you far away from this company, just like he did raYne and Swift Ion.

Speaking of Shane, don’t think I forgot what happen at Lethal Warfare. I’ll be coming to Warfare, so be prepared for the worst.

Liz stands up and cuts her room light off. She lies in the bed and pulls out her journal. She blows the dust from it, and opens it up. She pulls out a pen and begins to write…

Stand for something, fall for nothing.

She tosses the journal on the floor and the scene fades to black.

XWF Record
8-11-1
W-L-D