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Thomas Nixon · (01-06-2017)

It was around three in the morning when Thomas Nixon got to his hotel room in New York City. After the main event, Nixon spent a significant amount of the time in the backstage area recovering from the bout. He didn’t throw a tantrum backstage, but he was upset. He was pissed off at XWF management’s unfair and illogical decision to hold up the XWF Television Championship. Then, it was hellish trying to find his way to the hotel. New York was ridiculously crowded on New Year’s Eve which meant heavy traffic.

Once he was in his hotel room on the thirteenth floor, he made his way to the window, surprised by the insane amount of lights that still shined bright. Before he had left XWF’s make shift locker room, he had been informed of his match up for next week’s Savage. Nixon is to defend the Television Championship against Cain and Brandon Moore. At least, Thomas Nixon would say it’s a defense, but some of the XWF higher ups would not necessarily agree.

{For the last few days, people have been reflecting on the year. Naturally, people look back on things they’ve accomplished, their victories, and their defeats.

I’ve been in the XWF for a short time. I’ve competed on a small scale, but I’ve managed to accomplish a lot. I was able to show my worth in my first few matches, and I earned a shot at the vacant XWF Television Championship. I won that belt against three other competitors, and I’ve now defended that belt three times in under a month. Yes, I just defended it again against Brandon Moore. The belt may be ‘suspended’, but that’s complete bullshit. I didn’t lose. I pinned Brandon on his back for a three count, and he did the same to me. That’s a draw.

The champion retains the belt in that scenario. I don’t blame Vinnie, he probably is trying to stir up some drama, add more hype to the match next week, but I am the XWF Television Champion. If anybody tells you otherwise, they are pushing a narrative that is untrue. The logic that surrounds Vinnie’s decision is fallacious and unprecedented. For now, I’ll call myself champion and patiently await for an XWF stooge to relay the message that a mistake was made because I rightfully retained the title.

Aside from tonight’s mishap, I helped build a coalition, PATROL, and my friends were able to bring home the Trios Championships at Wild Card Weekend. My short time here has been amazing, and I can’t just hope that I live up to those standards in 2017. I can’t just have faith. I need to take action to ensure that I maintain this success. To do that, there are weaknesses I need to acknowledge.

Jervis Cottonbelly has been out for weeks from Chris Chaos’ brutal attacks. There is no timetable for his return. That means that we’re going to have to find some kind of replacement if we want to succeed. I’ve talked to management, and I’m flying to Indonesia to scout for some talent at Warfare this week. Particularly, Killjoy, Shandell Jones, and Duke Preston have all sprung up recently on the XWF scene, and I think that they may appreciate the kind of opportunity I have to offer.

That still leaves another problem. Benito Angelo was a great member of PATROL at the start of our run. He helped Jervis defeat Chimpo, and then he was integral to PATROL winning the Trios Championships. Lately, he has been in a slump. He’s failed to win his last few matches. I would even describe his match with Nami a couple weeks back as a trainwreck. It’s already going to be tough enough to replace Jervis, I don’t want to have to replace Benito. But he took a gnarly beating tonight. His brain got rattled by some chair shots! If worse comes to worse, I could step in his place in a Trios Championship Match. I’m sure I could work something out if need be.

There’s more on the horizon than these simple issues. I’m a champion, but I’m more than that. I’m a fighting champion. That’s more than any other champion in XWF can say. Not only that, but I’ve found that successful title reigns aren’t common in XWF. I was talking to one of my comrades, Guppy Parsh, I mean Batman, and he told me that not many wrestlers are able to retain their championships match after match in this company. Most don’t even defend the championship successfully once!

Whether it’s the Universal Championship, the Television Championship, the Hart Championship, or the X-Treme Championship, most belts here change hands almost every time they are on the line. I’ve already racked up three defenses, which is more than most wrestlers are able to attain. I’m not bragging about what I’ve done; this is one of my goals for the future.

I want to establish the XWF Television Championship as an important belt. To do that, I need to make an impact. Every week, me and my opponents tear down the house fighting over the gold. But if I can hold this championship for a record amount of time and accumulate several defenses, I can also put myself in the history books. That’s one of the main reasons that Vinnie’s outrageous decision grinds my gears. Now, I might have to look at a bold asterisk next to my title reign because Vinnie decided to hold it up, even though I didn’t lose the fucking match.

If a draw vacates the belt, then I guess it should have been put up after me and Reno went 15 minutes. My match against Reno and Moore were both draws. They were just different types of draws. And in both scenarios, I didn’t win or lose. In both scenarios, the champion was not usurped. In both scenarios, the challengers failed to beat me. That’s why I should still hold the
gold. That’s why the belt should be around my waist right now.}

Thomas Nixon turns away from the window, and he sits down on the hotel bed. He calms himself with a deep breath.

{As I defend the Television Championship more and more, I noticed that I’ve climbed up XWF management’s contender page. Although I don’t agree with the rankings, I do think they’re important. They reflect management’s perception of the wrestlers. If I’m climbing the rankings, I’m showing people like Paul Heyman that they better have their eyes on me. I know that in the early months of 2017, I’ll be moving on up. This is going to be my third week in the main event of Savage Saturday Night, so I know that they see me as a credible athlete, and the rankings will confirm this, as I climb to the top this year.

To do that, I have to take one step at a time. I can’t just say, “I’m going to win the Universal Championship,” and then snap my fingers to make it happen. My next match is just as important as my last four. Another championship match where I put this piece of gold on the line. But this time, I have to put the belt on the line against two other competitors. Brandon Moore, in a rematch from a few hours ago, and Cain.

There are a lot of moving parts in this match.

Cain is a fucking monster. I watched his match backstage. It was one of the most brutal bouts I’ve seen in my short time in XWF. I watched him mercilessly slam Snow through the Spanish announce table. He poured a can of gasoline all over her and the remains of the desk, and he set her ablaze. I’m legitimately shocked that the flames didn’t devour her. She came out with no significant injuries, and that is a miracle because Cain fought like a fucking brute.

I’m not afraid of Cain, but he’s something different. He’s a new kind of opponent. He’s not only a maniac, but he holds nothing back. He’s sadistic and he’s cruel. If he gets the chance, he’ll try to smash my brains out the back of my head. He wouldn’t even think twice about it.

It doesn’t help that this match has no rules. This a triple threat match, so weapons are going to be used at some point or another.

I know Cain will be fond of chairs, tables, kendo sticks, or anything else that he pulls out from under the ring, and Brandon Moore is also a maniacal man.

He proved tonight that he could go in the ring. He hit some impactful attacks on me, and by the time I could catch him with my signature German Suplex, I couldn’t feel my own body. I didn’t realize that I was unable to hold a perfect bridge, and I pinned myself. He exhausted me. He pushed me to the limit. But he did not come out on top.

This time, we meet in a match with no holds barred. I’ve watched Moore in that environment. He thrived, beating the life out of Isabella Ravenwolf. He was unhinged, and this match type will allow him to take the same course of action.

So I’m competing against two sick fucks that have a hankering for violence. But that’s not all bad. The bout still has a fifteen minute time limit. And if they are fighting each other tooth and nail for the gold, then it is going to be hard for any of us to score a fall. I know Brandon is a hungry competitor, and I want the Television Championship more than anyone else in the XWF. Every pin attempt will be broken up or result in a kick out. Especially when my opponents are so caught up in the violent atmosphere of the match, they could easily lose track of time.

That’s the silver lining. I’m the champion, and I’m certain that Vinnie will revoke his decision. That gives me the advantage. I just have to survive. Because somebody has to win to take the belt from me, and if there is a winner next Saturday, it won’t be Brandon or Cain. I won’t let that happen. I will survive and I won’t let Brandon sneak a pin on Cain or vice versa.

This isn’t my first three way bout. If I play it smart, I can make sure the match is long. If I can do damage and make smart moves, I’ll remain the champ for another week. It’s not about who does the most damage or who is the most crazed. It’s about getting the desired result. This environment isn’t favorable to my style, but I can tilt the rules to my advantage. And I will keep that beautiful piece of gold wrapped around my waist.

Then, I can take on more challengers. Reeve Gordon and his little buddies that insist that they are going to start a “Reevolution”. I’m open to a rematch, he put up a great fight. And the winner of the tag team match this week will also earn a shot.

I feel like Paul Heyman heard me, when I said that I wanted competition. I want people gunning for this belt, and I want the challengers to get lined up for me.

If management listened to me then, hopefully they’ll right their wrongs. Give the belt to the man that deserves it. Don’t arbitrarily vacate it. There’s nothing wrong with admitting a mistake. I made a mistake when I pinned myself, just like Vinnie made a mistake when he held the belt up. Hopefully, his ego doesn’t get in the way of his job.}

Thomas Nixon lays down in his bed, still frustrated from the outcome. His mind continues to race in a hundred directions, but it is getting late. The scene fades to black, as Thomas Nixon rolls on his side, hoping to get some sleep.

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