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Drew Archyle · (01-30-2018)

When last we saw Drew Archyle he and Robert Main were walking out of the January 17th edition of Warfare having successfully defended Main's Hart Title in a tag team match against The Purebred Killers. Prior to that match a video package aired showing previously unreleased footage of some Drew Archyle's time in federal prison. In the video package we saw Drew Archyle beaten and almost raped at the hands of the prison's African American gang only to be saved by the Italian American faction lead by Tony Caruso. This is a continuation of that.

Then - Federal Prison - Infirmary

As the scene fades in we see Drew Archyle laying in an infirmary bed. His face is severely bruised and heavily bandaged. Sitting across from him in a chair reading what appears to be an old issue of Deadpool is a man with dark hair and an olive skin tone. Drew reaches over to the small white metal table next to his bed and grabs a styrofoam cup with a straw in it. He pulls the cup towards his face and takes a sip from it as he winces in pain.

As Drew finishes his drink the door to the infirmary opens and in walks Tony Caruso followed by another one of his soldiers. Caruso and the other man walk over to the man reading the comic book and exchange a few words before Caruso grabs a metal chair and places it next to Drew's bed as Drew returns his cup to the table next to him.

How you feeling? Caruso asks.

Like I just got my ass kicked. Who are you again? Archyle asks as he studies the man's face.

You don't remember?

I remember getting the shit kicked out of me by a bunch of black guys and then a group of guys showing up the save me. I remember one of them, I'm guessing that's you, introducing himself but beyond that I don't remember anything else.

The man reaches towards the end of the bed and pulls out a small folder. He opens the folder and looks over the information. A nurse in the infirmary watches as he does this but says nothing.

Well that it explains it. Caruso remarks.

Explains what?

According to this you have a concussion. Among other things. Caruso responds as he closes the folder and places it back where he got it. Anyway my name is Tony Caruso. Hopefully you remember it this time. What happened the other day, us coming in to save your ass, that one was on the house but the next time, and there will absolutely be a next time if you don't get affiliated with someone you will have to take whatever it is those guys are offering. I won't get into specifics on that, I'm sure you can figure it out.

Is that why you're here? To sell me on why I should affiliate myself with you?

Something like that.

Well I'm guessing I probably got no shot with the blacks, who else is there, besides you all that is.

You got the Mexicans, the Muslims, the Irish, the Bikers, the Gays and the Christians. The Christians will take you in but then you have to sit through bible study. Gays will take anyone but you know...gays. So it's us or the Irish.

I think I'll take my chances out there alone.

Really? Caruso asks as he leans forward in his chair, closing the gap between he and Archyle a few feet.Look I don't care honestly. It's no sweat off my nuts if your asshole gets passed around, it really doesn't. But you showed a lot of heart throwing down with those charcoal briquette's all by yourself. I can use a guy with that kind of reckless abandon.

Use me how? What would I have to do to earn your guys protection?

Whatever I need.

Look I appreciate the offer but I can get out of here in two years so that's my plan. I'd like to avoid doing anything that might prolong my time here.

I get that. So how about this, you come with us, you get to be in our wing, your cellmate will be one of my guys, you'll have protection 24 - 7 and in exchange you do some stuff for me. Since you are only here for a cup of coffee we'll try and keep it to little shit but, and this part is important so make sure you're paying attention. When you get out in two years my boss, the guy who pays for the protection in here, he's going to come calling and he's gonna want you to work off the rest of your debt.

You really don't think I can handle business on my own?

I've seen bigger and badder mother fuckers than you become somebodies bitch.

Then I guess I ain't got a choice.

Ok then. Caruso says as he stands up, pushing his chair back up against the wall that it had been situated against. I'll keep guys watching over you in here while you heal up. When you get out of here you'll be in a new cell with one of my guys. I'll check back in with you in a few days.

Thanks.

Now

The XWF Television Championship. Some of the biggest names in the business have held that title. Mr. Supernova held it for almost a year. Former Universal Champions Steve Davids, Theo Pryce and Gator all wore the belt around their waists proudly. Fellow Apex member Jim Caedus, he too held that title. In fact, many folks would tell you that Jim made his bones in the XWF as the TV champion and I would be hard pressed to disagree with them. Recently though the TV title went through a bit of a makeover. Requiring it to be defended weekly on Saturday Night Savage and since then one man, Neville Sinclair has taken the title to new heights. A title that was once viewed as a stepping stone became something bigger. Something better. And while the title has changed hands twice this month, on Saturday night it's going to find a new home once again, this time around my waist. Or over my shoulder, who knows, I might even wear it around my neck like some over sized necklace. I haven't really figured that out yet.

The ironic thing is though, when I challenged John to a one on one match I had no idea the Television title would end up being on the line. I didn't even realize that just a few days ago John was in a match with Grande Ricardo and then TV champ Kitt Kennedy. And now here I am just a few days away from a title match. I suppose some folks seek out greatness while others have it thrust upon them. Here I am just trying to have my first singles match since coming back, knock a little more ring rust off and suddenly I am facing the XWF's own version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Only with less makeup. And I assume a penis. No scratch that last part, I don't want to assume anyone's gender. Apparently that became unacceptable while I was in prison.

So here I am, in a title match with John Holliday but it's not just any regular ole TV title match, no this is something different. Something special. This is a Japanese Death Match.

A what?

Is what I said to myself when I first saw the card was released.

A Japanese Death Match. Now I'll be honest with you all and tell you straight up I have no idea what that is. It sounds like something you'd see on the Japanese version of Celebrity Death Match. You all remember that show right? Used to be on MTV back when they actually played music and not whatever the heck it is they do these days. So anyway not wanting to go into this match blind so to speak I decided to do a little research on what a Japanese Death Match is. First I started off by asking some of my fellow residents in Tent City Alpha but none of them had a clue. One guy, we call him Lazy Eye Carl, he looked at me funny, or, he was looking at my funny if I had been standing about 15 feet to my right but either way he looked at me funny and he said "Is that like where you go to a Jap interment camp and you fight for your life?" As I've come to learn since then, no Irv, it's not like that. So after I struck out with my fellow homeless friends I took a leisurely stroll to the local public library. And after waiting about 45 minutes for the security guard to take a bathroom break I snuck in and then asked some nice young man who knew how to operate a computer if he could do an internet search for me. And after some haggling the young lad finally looked up the information for me and all it took was me agreeing to take his younger sister to her prom. Apparently she's a fan. Of Jim Caedus. Not me, but Jim wasn't there, but I was so there ya go.

Basically a Japanese Death Match is a hardcore match which is apok with me because hardcore matches are my forte. I bet most people don't know this but the reason I got into wrestling in the first place is because of a guy named Jon Moxley. Not sure if any of you know who he is or not. I've been told we share a likeness but I never saw it myself. Anyway I was hanging out with a friend one day and he drug me to some backyard wrestling show. I had never watched wrestling before but on that day I caught Jon Moxley getting his head sliced open with the blade of a power saw and it was on that day that I had decided that becoming a professional wrestler was going to be my goal in life. From that point forward I followed Jon Moxley's career with great interest. Apparently he now wrestles for some big promotion under the name Dean Ambrose. Unfortunately I didn't get to experience the joy of seeing him win the federations top title since I was in the can but it pleases me to know that the man whose head I saw get sliced open in some random guys backyard is now one of the most famous wrestlers in the world. It means that maybe, just maybe a poor kid from Las Vegas can do the very same.

And while I may be a former Hart Champion and someone who has beaten three former Universal Champions during the course of my 5 matches, my true legacy starts with this Saturday night when the TV title is added to the trophy case of the hottest wrestling faction of the last several years. Apex. A group that already has a tag team champion, a Hart champion and soon to have the TV and who knows, maybe even a two time Universal Champion. When Robert came to visit me in prison and asked me to come back to the XWF he sold me on the idea of Apex on everything that it could be and so far it has been all of it and more. And Saturday night we add one more accolade to the short but storied history of Apex.

John Holliday I thank you for accepting my challenge. Especially as a brand new champion. So many men before you went into witness protection as soon as they won a title but you didn't. You are a good man and a good wrestler. You are a champion after all. So please know that what I do on Saturday, it isn't personal. It's business. You may be a better wrestler than I am, I never claimed to be the best there is, the best there was, or the best there ever will be...that sounds familiar, I wonder why? Anyway, yeah I'm not the best wrestler ever but what I am is someone who can take more punishment than anyone else in this business. Past or present and it is that ability that is what will wear you down. You'll keep attacking and I'll keep getting up. At some point you'll think to yourself "what do I have to do to put this guy down for good?" and that's when I'll strike because before you can figure out the answer I will have already done what I needed to do to end the match. This isn't bravado John this is a history lesson. Many others have made the mistake of thinking that because they are a better wrestler, that because they are bigger, stronger and faster that they can beat me and they have all learned first hand that none of that matters when you step into the ring with me. Good luck on Saturday John. You are most definitely going to need it.

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