The camera opens to an outdoor stage, podium front and center. We find a group of reporters and paparazzi sitting before the stage, ready for someone to take to it. The curtains draw back and a figure steps through...



Ann-Thraxx McVeigh: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to day one of a recovery. Recovery of my darling Ophelia's career in the XWF. He's been training more vigorously, meditating to bring about a more focused mind, and he's been thinking about his upcoming match. And no, I'm not referring to his "match" with Drezdin, because let's face facts here people, Ophelia is going to squash Drez under his boot like a cockroach. No, I'm talking about the X-Treme Title, Everyone Versus Frodo match he's just thrown his hat into the other day. He will be competing against the champ / WarFare GM and personally, I don't think Ophie stands a chance.

The audience looks befuddled. ...Befuddled is a real word, right? Whatever.

ATM: Here's Ophelia!!!

Ophelia comes out with an odd glare, staring at Ann for a moment, microphone in hand.

Ophelia: Thanks? What do you mean you don't think I stand a chance?

ATM: You heard me. Wow 'em, Ophie, before they fall asleep.

Ann walks over to a steel chair set up on stage, sits down, leans back and yawns. She then glares back at Ophelia, before he takes to the podium.

Ophelia: Okay... well, regardless, I'm ready.

ATM: Really?

Ophelia glares back at Ann. "Yes, really. Geez." Ophelia looks back at the audience. "I feel more ready now than I ever have bef--"

ATM: BO-RING, BO-RING, BO-RING!!!

Ophelia spins around and yells at Ann. "OK, that's about enough goddammit! I know I've been losing since I came here, but you have NO fucking right to belittle me you-- you-- .... you BITCH."

Ann's eyes go wide as saucers... before she stands up and gets in Ophelia's face, as Ophelia pulls off his shades for a moment, clutching them in his right hand... Her expression suddenly changes to that of a sly grin, as she plants a kiss on Ophelia's mouth. She whispers something into Ophie's ear, and a small smile spreads across his face. He blushes a bit, as he slips his shades back on. Ann leans over to the microphone, eyeing Ophelia.

ATM: Now... ya ready?

Ophelia: Ready, dear.

ATM: Good.

Ann slinks back over to the chair, sits, and awaits Ophelia to continue.

Ophelia: Ahem.... okay. Well, apparently, there's a "gift" waiting for me back home if I nail this.

Ophelia: ....Frodo? I'm getting that gift. So listen up you sawed off munchkin. I am going to take you by the throat, rip off your fucking head, rip out your spine, eviscerate you, and set your remains on fire. By the time I'm done with you, you will be UNABLE to stand like that Stump guy over on Shove-it. You won't even be able to breath, much less get out of that fucking pool. So, if you think of me as a joke, which pretty much everyone on the bloody fuckin' roster does, you'll finally have your chance to see what ticks inside this exterior. Behind the facade you've born witness to since I arrrived in X-Dub, there lies a fire, a flame, slowly ascending and ready to burn each and every last one of you to a fuckin' crisp.

Ophelia: FUCK Alice McGee. Fuck her bloody, buried corpse. Fuck everything she ever did for me, including taking that scalpel away, because her love, her devotion, her child-like naievety lured me into being some sort of shell of what I could and SHOULD be. If I would have cut myself and lived, I would have began to realize what TRUE pain feels like, and let me tell you. Until you've felt something like a crucifixion, or having your head take a 180, Excorcist-style spin, you don't know what it feels like to be a FIGHTER. I fought back through the pain to become stronger, and as I became stronger, my conviction to the Truth grew as well. I was an evangelist, a speaker, a so-called "prophet".

"I was a bitch."

Ophelia: But Ann opened my eyes. She showed me how Alice was holding me down and pulling me back, keeping me from becoming the monster it takes to get ahead in this company. I deserve more. I AM more. And from now on, the soft-spoken, methodical, "Savior of XWF" Ophelia you've grown to know and loathe is gone. There is no time left to play around in the kiddie pool. Wednesday, Adult Swim, I step into a pool that I can barely fathom having a place in this industry, but honestly.... it's right up Frodo's alley. Literally. And to bury him in his own creation would bring nothing more than the most fulfilling of joy to my face. I may have a shitty ride ahead of me, but I WILL walk away from Frodo's concoction with my very first piece of XWF gold. The 24/7 Xtreme Title, made famous by the one and only Universal #1 Contender, Peter Fuckin' Gilmour.

"Ann...", Ophelia turns to a beaming Ann-Thraxxx, "...thank you. Thank you for finally smacking the taste from my mouth and DRIVING me awake from the slumber that kid delivered me unto. You are the WOMAN I've been waiting for. I love you." Ann claps resoundly as Ophelia turns back to the audience.

Ophelia: Alice the Angel is DEAD. The demon, Ann-Thraxx McVeigh, is RISEN, and the REAL Truth is finally here. I AM THE TRUTH. And I will set you all free from the shackles of Normalocracy. Normalocracy, the set guidelines that we are FORCED to live by, the rules we're forced to hold ourselves to. Normalocracy is exactly what Frodo is fighting against.

Again, the audience is stirred up a bit.

Ophelia: Yeah, that's right. Frodo, you've taken it upon yourself to bend the norm, to show the wrestling world something different, and to shake up the system. For this, I commend you. Shane 's placed the challenge before you to bring something different to the table... but this past week, he realized what you were bringing fell into three areas; 1) Rape / 2) Rape / and 3) Shit. So... yeah, you ATTEMPTED to shake things up and bring on change, but the change you've brought has only managed to lower XWF to new depths. Your ideas stink as bad as the pool we're stepping into come WarFare. You're looking for originality, but all you're dishing out is more of the tired old XWF recipe, two-fold.

Ophelia: I can't say Gladiator or Girard had much better ideas, but at least Gladdy didn't stoop to shit, and Girard had an idea for a brand split, which really isn't too bad of an idea IF done right. Your ideas stink as bad as you, you tiny midget monkey man. So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to rid the XWF of your bad ideas and worse b.o. I'm going to take you by the head, submerge you in shit, and force you to suffocate to death like Chris did Daniel, and I'll take the title from your cold, dead claws. The very same shit you fill the XWF with will prove to be your demise, you weak, insufferable, mentally disadvantaged dwarf. To whomever else is thinking about stepping into this match? Don't bother. The winner is standing before you.

"Any questions?"

Reporter 1: Ophelia, don't you think it was a bit harsh of Ann to KILL Alice, someone who cared so much about you?

"No, I don't. In fact, I believe it to be a mercy killing. Because if Ann hadn't, and Alice kept dragging me down? I would have choked the life out of her myself and you can bet your hairy ass it would have been a lot more painful for her. And perhaps, it would have sent a real message to everyone in the lockerroom. If I'm willing to take the life away from a girl that called me her 'big brother', what do you think I'd do to the lot of you... The Truth? Anything and everything. Next question."

Reporter 2: So you've found a woman you feel can motivate you. Ann-Thraxxx is apparently a former XWF star herself. My question is, after she was killled and her death was pretty much celebrated by the company, do you REALLY trust her with your career?

"Of course I do, what an idiotic question."

Ann now has a malicious scowl replacing her previous look of pride. Ophelia's voice fills with hostility.

"This woman was one of the absolute BEST workers in XWF history, and though I don't quite know all the details, I'm pretty sure there were people who missed her greatly. Alice was friends with one of Ann's friends, raYne, who later went under his birth name, Reeve Gordon. And when he returned to XWF to find her gone, he mourned her death for weeks. This woman is an XWF staple, and I have NO doubt that she is the key to my success. And she WILL be stepping back into the ring, and you better believe I'll be cheering her on every step of the way."

Reporter 3: Shrent Dulicate, RAMPAGE Wrestling Weekly.

Ann: Shrent Dulicate? What kind of name is that you fucking piss-ant?

Reporter 3: I have no idea, ask my dead mom and dad.

Ann: I'll have Alice do it for me. Anyway, you're question?

Reporter 3: My editor had an interview with Ophelia a couple of weeks ago, when Mr. McVeigh was just stepping into the XWF. Ophelia, what has changed since then, other than the passing of Alice and the "Rising" of Ann... what is your strategy now, after losing FIVE matches in a row? I mean, that has GOT to get you just a little bit, doesn't it? I mean, you just debuted, and you're already headed for a losing streak to rival even Frodo himself who lost his tag titles to Peter Gilmour back in 2014. Here's some photographic evidence;



Reporter 3: Do you think you will EVER win, or--

Ann: SHUT UP! That's enough, no more questions! Ophelia, let's go, we have things to do.

Ophelia: Like... "the gift"?

Ann: After you hit the gym for a few hours.

Ophelia: A few HOURS? ... Dammit... can we at least get some ice cream?

Ann: And that's another thing, that bitch had you addicted to sweets. As long as your with me you're going to be on a diet. Now, let's get the fuck out of here, these dimwits are giving me a splitting headache. PRESS CONFERENCE OVER!!!

Ophelia: Aw, nards....

Ann drags Ophelia away as the cameras flash and a few reporters flank the duo, microphones ready to try and squeeze at least one last response out of the pair. Ann flips the whole lot off before the couple load into their hearse and speed off......


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meanwhile, in heaven
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"Alice... sorry to see you here again."

"It's okay, Clarence, I should have known it wouldn't last."

C: You have to understand that this time, it wasn't your fault. You had the best intentions for your 'big brother', you were the perfect guardian angel... he was simply led astray and blamed you for his predicament. It's him, not you.

A: I know, Clare... it's just, I STILL have hope in him. She is a snake, an utter snake, and she's bullying him into becoming something he's not. I just KNOW that there's something beneath all his hate. He knows what the right path is... I just have to find some way to reach him from here...

C: If you believe, and continue to do so, then one day he will understand, and things will change. Never give up, my dear. One day, the two of you will stand side by side, once again, ready to conquer the world. One platinum bullet cannot be the end of such a strong bond.

A: I hope you're right Clarence... for his sake...

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SPECIAL MESSAGE TO THE UNION

You three bitch about Brits 'not getting a fair shake'? Clearly you haven't done your research.





A true XWF legend in every sense of the word. Get on his level, peons.



If you set out to be liked, you would be prepared to compromise on anything at any time, and you would achieve nothing.
Margaret Thatcher


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