We open to a wide, grassy field lined by thousand year old oaks towering into the sky. The sky is grey, the wind whips harshly, and the grass is soaked by fallen rain. Men stand by, seemingly anticipating someone... or some"thing".

"Men... it is our time to fight." a voice bellows out from beyond. "It is our time to go to war, to battle, and to leave with the heads of our enemies. We are one, we are strong, WE...ARE...WARRIORS."

The sound of hooves marching along the grass is heard, as a horse comes into view..... with a lone rider.....












,,,,Reeve appears.










"Men, I've traveled through the darkest of valleys, I've tread across the stoney paths of Dublin, I've fought through fire and ice, I've listened to the people... they want change, they NEED change. And change is what they'll have. I am no longer the man I once was, oh no sir, believe you me. I'm here to revolt against the utter bullocks these men and women of the XWF have been put through. There is no room in this industry for the lkes of men like Frodo Smackins, Dimallisher, Morbid Angel, Unknown Soldier, and most assuredly Ghost Tank. Men like Ghost Tank run roughshod believing they are the fiercest beast to lace up a pair of boots and step into a 20 by 20 battlefield. Well lemme tell ya somethin' bucko--

"They're wrong.

"I'm tired of standing by and allowing a company I ADORE, a company I LITERALLY died for, then returned to to help lead into a new era... I'm tired of standing by and watching the boys in the suits and ties run it into the ground and make a mockery of it. A company built on the blood, sweat and tears of many men and women over the course of SIXTEEN fucking years... I look around and I see men leaving in a huff because this place is a wasteland where once stood a paradise, an oasis of the best talent on God's green Earth. Yes, men and women still compete that could step toe to toe with any athlete in the world, but what do they reap from it?

"Bullshit. Literally.

"It makes me sad, it makes me mad, it makes me want to KICK DOWN THE DOORS in every hallway of that HQ in the north east because the people have been forgotten. The men AND women that bust their hump to make something out of themselves and out of this federation. There is too much lost in the winds of time. Too many memories, too many idealogies and philosophies, too many things we all once stood for, forgotten and tossed away in the hustle and bustle... I've had all I can stand--

"And I can't stand no more."

"People, the XWF is better than this. The XWF I remember, the XWF I BELIEVED in is better than this, and I challenge any man or woman to step up and prove.me.wrong. Outsiders, people like 15 Shows come through those gates and they spit on what people like Egyptian Snow, Eli James, Mystica, Peter Gilmour, Tony Santos, Mr. Satellite, Cyren, John Austin, Sincere Lee Wild, Minxs, Mr Radio, John Madison, Jessie Diaz, Giovanni Ferrari, Liz Hathaway, Archie Lawson, NAZI, Griffin McAllister, Sebastian Duke, Alexandra Callaway and Paul Heyman BUILT from scratch.

"And why?

"Because we allow them to do so. We've let this place slip...but we can rebuild the fractured walls and desecrated halls. The land we once knew CAN be rebuilt. This company made me feel alive again. For one month, ONE MONTH....... I felt like I was home again. Yes, to many it may seem like a blip on the radar, but to me it was a sanctuary from what has become a shadow fallen across the sport I knew and loved.

"I felt like a teenager again.

"I felt like everything I had missed was here, in this company, I felt like it was a microcosm of the things I missed with every fiber of my beating heart. And then... my heart stopped beating. I pushed too many buttons till I pushed the wrong one. That of Miss Alexandra Callaway. I stole her moment with her beloved, and I found myself on the wrong end of the guillotine. I lost my head... literally. And God knows I deserved it. But even the cold, bony hand of DEATH ITSELF couldn't hold me down.

"I woke up.
I lived again.
And I came back.

"I returned, and I saw the world I loved slowly changing. Things were slowing down in the land where 'the action never stops'. Men like Frodo, Morbid Angel, Azrael Erebus, Dimallisher, Sid Feder and others were taking over the ship and leaving our glorious leader Shane lost in the labyrinth of apathy.

"Some saw it, some cared... but not all. Some couldn't tell what was happening...






"...but I could.

"I saw opportunity. Opportunity to belittle men that came through doors as fresh young bucks and to use them as stepping stones. To walk over them and prove worthiness to a flock of people who didn't give a damn. I was alone on an island of ego.

"...only... the ego wasn't mine. The opportunity wasn't mine. THE DOORS... weren't mine. The key was there, and every man and woman in the company was scrambling to take hold. I wanted change. I wanted opportunity, but for men like Gator, Frodo, Peter Gilmour... and yes Frodo, I just mentoned your name if your listening. You always struck me as a pompous ass... but one with talent, skill, ability. A brash and unwanted rookie.. just as I was in 2013. raYne 2.0. And now you've had a taste of power, and oh HO buddy boy did it ever go to your head. Ya see boyo, I focused on you because I knew you had a fire burning inside of you. John Black. Smoke. LJ Havok. Mark Flynn. Shelby Cobra. Men and women that strived with every ounce of their being to accomplish something in this game we play, but time after time got the shaft. I wanted a Renaissance. What I got was a rush of emotions that left me in a daze... the same feelings from the past... those litte things. The things that brought on a worried state I couldn't let go of.

"Don't know what I mean? Think about it. It was written in their faces.

"They
Didn't
Care.

"This industry is built on passion, desire, heart, spirit, soul, FIRE. I lost them. Peter didn't want to listen. Frodo didn't want to listen. Shelby? Ditto. I reached out... and found nothing. Nothing but the void.

"So I left.
I came back.
Same drill.

"People arrived. Vinnie Lane. Trax. Tush. Robbie Bourbon. Ginger Snaps. Rebel Star. Ghost Tank. I left and returned and saw things were changing even more... And the more things changed, the worse things became. Because the people that were arrriving reminded me of someone. Someone intolerable. Someone annoying. Someone akin to a walking STD..........................



".... Me.

"Every. Single. Fucking. Thing in the company crawled with putrid, disgusting, filthy, vulgar waste. This wasn't wrestling anymore. This was an episode of Beavis and Butthead. That is what this is now. I look across the landscape of the XWF, and I see an [adult swim] cartoon. A mockery. And it's like a punch to the gut.

"No wonder Eli left.

"So I ask of you all... when does this change come? I answer-- in this moment of now. Every step we take, make it with your mind in the right place... don't just toss shit at the wall and hope it spells out some grand scheme to make it to the top. The rules haven't changed........they've been ignored. They've been ignored for far too long. Why do you think so many of us ignore the golden rule;

"NO OTHER FED. NO OTHER COMPANY BEFORE XWF.

"She left. The woman that forced me to listen left.

"Alexandra Callaway was right. Now she's gone.

"Fuck, even Mr. XWF, The People's Cock himself can't pull himself to return for more than one message in a sea of many. Even the purple suit wearing, bedazzled storm trooper helmeted doctor of dick jokes can't put up with what has become of the Realm of Xtreme. Death... come for me. That's right, come for me like you arrived before, I embrace thee for I have met thee in the past. Maybe if you spread your reach to the entire company like you did on Anarchy, a message will FINALLY reach these people. Listen. Ears to hear... eyes to see. I feel the prescence of every midnight star gazing down upon me, all the men and women who've toiled for this company, somewhere out there, beckoning for change. And I shall not rest till that change arrives.

"Come to my front door, Pale Rider, and I will welcome you with open arms.

"For I will crush you in them. Adieu."



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