Narrator: Fresh off his triumph at Warfare, Bulk Logan is back in the spotlight, this time with the Xtreme Championship belt proudly slung over his shoulder.



Que up the media tour to promote XWF: The Revelry—and MORE IMPORTANTLY, Bulk's new film, "FREEDOM'S LAST STAND"!






"Jimmy, let me tell you, when I dropped the 'Leg Drop of Gloom' on Roger with all the force of Bulkamania behind it, brother, I could feel Roger's neck give way under the sheer power, dude. I thought his head was going to pop clean off, dude! It reminded me of a scene in my upcoming film, "Freedom's Last Stand". There's one part where I tear an alien's head clean off, green goo and all, and it’s as intense as it gets, just like me in the ring, brother!"


















"I'm battle-hardened and have seen it all, brother. I won the Xtreme title while a wild gorilla rampaged through the arena. But Bulk Logan didn't back down—Bulk never backs down, brother! I marched right into the action, dropped the big leg, and captured the big gold! Now, speaking of action, get ready for my new film, 'Freedom's Last Stand.' It's packed with thrills and chills as I take on alien invaders to save humanity just like I saved the XWF Xtreme title from the side show act it had become, brother!"



















"Alright dudes, we've got a big storm moving in and some dark clouds on the horizon. It's so large that it makes you wonder if it’s really a storm or if it's alien invaders like in my movie 'Freedom’s Last Stand,' huh?"

Weatherman: "I don't think aliens are real, but maybe it's Corey Black moving in to take this title belt from you, Bulk!"

Bulk Logan: "Corey Black's too short to make such an imposing figure!" 

They laugh. 

"But don’t worry, sunny days ahead, dudes, 'cause the Bulkster's about to give that storm cloud a Big Boot that'll knock it into the next state!"



















"I’ve gotta set the record straight. I regret my old stance that women in wrestling belonged on the arms of men like me. Those comments were wrong. In my movie 'Freedom's Last Stand,' there's a scene where a female alien saves my life and we make love. I insisted on that scene to show I respect strong female characters. Now, after I roll over Corey Black, I've got a date to roll around the ring with another strong female character, Madison Dyson. She challenged me, and once she feels the power of Bulkamania, she'll have no choice but to join me at the juice bar, brother!"

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Narrator: Bulkamania is running wild like never before, and the next stop is The Revelry, where the Bulkster will defend his newly won title against Corey Black.

The Bulkster leaves deep footprints in the sand as he paces the beach on his phone.

Bulk Logan: "Larry, I gotta be honest, brother, I'm nervous. Hardcore wrestling doesn't work for me, dude—you know that—but this is my moment, dude. I've gotta be a man, brother, and I know I can't run and hide, dude... but I just can’t shake this anxiety..."

On the other end of the line, Bulks agent.

Larry Smith: "I hear you, Bulk, and I get it. Corey Black is no pushover. He’s a seasoned veteran and a hardcore legend from what I hear."

Bulk Logan: " You saw what happened to Roger at Warfare, and it was all legal, dude! Corey Black thrives in these hardcore environments, and I’ve never really been comfortable with that style. What if I’m not ready for this kind of brutality?"

Bulk flexes his bicep as if Larry can see it through the phone, but it seems more like he's trying to reassure himself.

Larry Smith: "You've got the size, the weight, and the experience. Just because you haven’t wrestled hardcore matches doesn’t mean you can’t adapt. Remember what you told me about the gorilla in the arena? How you wished you had worn your brown trunks that night? Despite that, you didn't back down then."

Bulk Logan: "The Bulkster isn't backing down now, brother! ... It's just... It’s hard to stay confident knowing I’m stepping into unknown territory. I’ve been training hard, dude, even paid for the premium juice, but I just can’t help feeling out of my depth here, dude."

Larry Smith: "Bulk, you’ve got the heart of a champion. Use that. Stay focused and remember why you’re here. You’ve faced tough odds before and come out on top. That's basically your entire brand."

Bulk Logan: "I’ll try, Larry. I really will. No matter what happens, Corey Black is gonna find out real quick that he’s facing a 'real competitor', even if I’m stepping out of my comfort zone. I’ve been pushing my limits, dude, preparing for every possible scenario the best that I can... I just hope it’s enough."

Bulk hangs up the phone and stares out at the ocean. He pulls up a Tweet from earlier that's been weighing on his mind.


He takes a deep breath as he mentally prepares for the battle ahead.

Narrator: With the weight of the Xtreme Championship on his shoulders, Bulk Logan is preparing to show the world that his victory was no fluke. At The Revelry, he will face one of the toughest competitors in the business, Corey Black. But for the Bulkster, this should just be another opportunity to prove why he is the greatest, and despite any lingering fears he may have, that's the Bulkster that he must project into the world.

Cut to Bulk Logan’s training montage at Muscle Beach. He’s surrounded by fans, flexing and posing, but also putting in serious work lifting heavy weights, running, and practicing his moves with various willing meatheads.

Bulk Logan: "Let me tell you something, Corey Black! You might be the so-called ‘King of the Wrestlers,’ but you’re stepping into the ring with the most powerful force in all of professional wrestling, brother! And at The Revelry, you’re gonna find out exactly what Bulkamania is all about!"

Bulk performs his trademark Big Punch, slamming his fist into a meathead with such force that he's sent sprawling into his friends like a bowling ball.

Bulk Logan: "This is the Big Punch, Corey! When I hit you with this, you’re gonna think a freight train just mistook your mouth for a tunnel, dude! And it’s only the beginning of the pain the Bulkster's gonna bring your way!"

Bulk demonstrates his raw power by lifting a massive stone, grinning at the camera.

Bulk Logan: "The Scoop Slam, brother! I’m gonna lift you up high, Corey, so you can get a good look at the Bulkamaniac’s screaming faces before I slam you down to the mat so hard you have to take a time-out to reconsider if the weight of that crown is too heavy for your head, brother!"

The scene shifts to Bulk practicing his Big Boot, knocking down another meathead with a single, powerful kick to the chin. Another meathead winces in pain from just watching the move.

Bulk Logan: "The Big Boot, Corey! When this size 15 hits your face, you’re gonna see stars, dude! A new crown of Bulkster's spinning 'round your head, dude! Then finally, the grand finale – the Leg Drop of Gloom! When I bring this big meaty thigh crashing down on you, it’s game over, brother! You’re gonna feel the full weight of Bulkamania, and it’s gonna leave you flat on your back, looking up at the lights for three seconds, guaranteed, brother!"

The crowd of fans cheer as Bulk Logan continues his workout. A group of excited young fans approach. They shout his name, clearly thrilled to see their hero in action. Bulk pauses, turning to acknowledge them with a big, but somewhat forced, smile.

Fan 1: "Bulk! You’re the best! Can we get a picture with you?"

Bulk Logan: "Of course, little dudes! Anything for my Bulkamaniac's!"

Bulk poses for pictures, flexing his muscles and flashing his trademark grin. He’s friendly and engaging, but there's a subtle air of insincerity in his demeanor.

Fan 2: "You’re gonna crush Corey Black, Bulk! He doesn’t stand a chance!"

Bulk Logan: "You’re darn right, brother! Corey Black is stepping into the ring with the greatest of all time, and he’s gonna learn the hard way what it means to face the power of Bulkamania!"

The fans cheer, clearly buying into Bulk’s bravado. Bulk continues to play up to them and boost his own ego.

Fan 3: "Bulk, can you show us the Big Punch again? It’s so awesome!"

Bulk Logan: "Anything for you, little man! Watch and learn!"

Bulk demonstrates his Big Punch again, sending another meathead–this time not so willing–sprawling. The fans cheer wildly, and Bulk's smile grows wider but still carries that hint of insincerity.

Bulk Logan: "You see that, Corey Black? That’s what’s waiting for you at The Revelry, dude! You’ve never faced anything like the power of Bulkamania! You’re gonna get a front-row seat to the most devastating moves in professional wrestling, brother!"

The fans continue to cheer, and Bulk turns back to them, his tone shifting slightly to address them directly.

Bulk Logan: "And you know what, dudes? It’s because of you – all my loyal Bulkamaniac's – that I’m standing here today as the Xtreme Champion! Your support, your energy, that’s what fuels me to keep going, to keep pushing, and to keep winning!"

The fans eat it up.

Fan 4: "Bulk, you’re our hero! You’re gonna be the best Xtreme Champion ever!"

Bulk Logan: "You bet I am, little dude! With the power of Bulkamania and the support of all you great fans, there’s nothing that can stop me! Corey Black doesn’t stand a chance, and at The Revelry, I’m gonna prove once and for all Bulk Logan IS the ultimate weapon!"

The fans chant Bulk’s name.

Fan 5: "Bulk, can you sign my shirt?"

Bulk Logan: "Of course, little dude! Anything for my loyal Bulkamaniac's."

Bulk signs the fan’s shirt with a big exaggerated signature and hands the shirt back and pats the fan on the head.

Bulk Logan: "There you go, brother. Now you’ve got a piece of Bulkamania to carry with you forever, dude!"

The fan beams with pride, and Bulk gives a thumbs-up to the crowd. He then spots a young girl holding a homemade “Bulkamania” sign and motions for her to come forward.

Bulk Logan: "Come on up here, little lady! Let’s see that sign!"

The girl shyly steps forward, holding up her sign for Bulk to better see. Bulk lift her up on his shoulder and holds her high above his head, as she holds up the sign, making sure everyone gets a good look.


Bulk Logan: "Now this is what I’m talking about! This right here is the spirit of Bulkamania, brother! You put your heart and soul into this sign, and that’s very same energy that fuels me every day! Thank you!"

The girl smiles widely as Bulk gently sets her down and gives her a high-five. He then turns back to the crowd with a serious expression.

Bulk Logan: "You see, Corey Black? This is what you’re up against. It’s not just me in that ring –DUDE– it’s all these fans, all this energy, all this SUPPORT! You might think you’re hardcore – and brother, maybe you are – but you’ve never faced anything like this! Bulkamania is an unstoppable force, pushed beyond the limits of mortal man by these vary fans, dude! And at The Revelry, you’re gonna feel the full brunt of that power as the full weight of Bulkamania comes crashing down on you in the form of a Leg Drop of Gloom, brother!"

The scene fades out as Bulk revels in the adoration, fully aware of the power he holds over his fans and ready to use it to his advantage at The Revelry.

Narrator: Bulk is riding high on the wave of Bulkamania, but when he's out of the fans view, his true insecurities become known.

The scene shifts to a biker bar. 

Bulk Logan is sitting at a table with his friends, the Bulky Boys—twins who are also wrestlers but not as bulky as Bulk himself. 

The bar is rowdy, filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and classic rock music. Bulk is already a few drinks in.

Bulky Boy BEECAKE: "Man, Bulk, you’re on fire right now! Winning that Xtreme Championship and making that epic Alien flick. We’re so proud of you, brother!"

Bulk Logan: "Thanks, little dude! It was a hell of a match against nature and the failures of natural selection, but the power of Bulkamania pulled through, as always. Now it’s time to defend this belt and show Corey Black what a real champion looks like!"

Bulky Boy BOOTYMAN: "Yeah, but you sure you’re ready to go dumpster brawling with some indie darling? That seems so beneath you."

Bulk Logan: "Ready?"

Bulk takes a big swig of liquid courage.

Bulk Logan: "Of course I’m ready!"

Bulky Boy BEEFCAKE: "That didn't sound very confident... You sure you don’t, maybe... I dunno... need any backup?"

Bulk Logan: "Backup? ... Nah, I’ve got this covered, brother. Besides, you know I’m still working my way up the ladder in XWF. It's not the right time to talk to management about you guys. I don’t want to play my hand too soon and get you guys a bad deal!"

The Bulky Boys exchange a knowing look but say nothing. Bulk leans back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.

Bulk Logan: "Corey Black might have his hardcore history, but he’s never built an empire like Bulkamania. I have to beat him straight up, because when people think of Xtreme, I want them to see Bulk Logan’s name in lights, not Corey Black’s!"

Bulk’s friends nod along as Bulk continues to drink.

Bulk Logan: "But, you know... I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a little anxious... Corey Black knows how to turn anything into a weapon. I’m used to the squared circle, traditional wrestling. This Xtreme stuff is a whole different beast, ya know?"

Bulky Boy BOOTYMAN: "Hey, it’s okay to be a little nervous. It just means you’re taking this seriously. And we’ve got your back, no matter what."

Bulk Logan: "Thanks, little dudes. It’s just… I’ve worked so hard to get to this point. I can’t let anyone take this away from me. Not again! Vince screwed me BIG TIME in the 80's when he stole the Hulk trademark from me and gave it to that bastard Terry! Now I’ve got to prove that I’m the greatest all over again. *HICK* don't you worry though. I'm proving it every time I step into the ring."

Bulk’s friends pat him on the back, offering their moral support. Bulk takes another drink, the alcohol loosening his tongue even more.

Bulk Logan: "You know, *HICK* I watched a man get mauled by a gorilla, and I scooped up the leftovers to win this thing. 

I'm walking into a damned weapon filled war zone, brother. And let me tell you, that’s a whole new kind of challenge that I'm not sure if Bulkamania is ready for... *HICK*"

Bulky Boy BEEFCAKE: "You’re the Bulkster, man. You can handle anything. And you’ve always got the fans behind you. They believe in you, just like we do. With all of that Bulkamania propelling you, you're hide's going to be as thick as the "Man of Steel! What chance does some cheap folding chair or a bed of barbed wire have against that?"

Bulk Logan: "Bed of barbed wire? That doesn't work for me brother! I need to text Larry! *HICK*"

Bulk fumbles with his phone as the Bulky Boys exchange another look. Bulky Boy BEEFCAKE silently stands up with a determined look and walks away from the table.

Bulk Logan: "H.. *HICK* Hey! Where you going, Beefcake?"

BEEFCAKE doesn’t respond, disappearing into the crowd. Bulk shrugs and turns back to BOOTYMAN.

Bulk Logan: "You know, this place is getting a little too rowdy for my taste. How about we hit up the strip club? I could use a *HICK* distraction, and you know how the ladies down there just love the Bulkster!"

Bulky Boy BOOTYMAN: "Sounds like a plan, man. Let’s get out of here and have some fun as soon as BEEFCAKE comes back."

Meanwhile, BEEFCAKE is seen whispering to a group of rough looking bikers, pointing back at Bulk and nodding with a smirk. The bikers’ expressions turn angry, and they start making their way toward Bulk’s table.

Unbeknownst to Bulk and BOOTYMAN, the bikers approach, surrounding their table. One of the bikers slams his hand down on the table, causing drinks to spill.

Biker 1: "Hey, big man! We heard you’ve been talking trash about us. Saying we’re not real bikers, just a bunch of pantywaist beta wannabes. That true?"

Bulk looks up, surprised and slightly annoyed. He stands up, towering over the bikers.

Bulk Logan: "What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t say anything like that. But if you’re looking for trouble, you just found it, brother!"

Before anyone can react, the first punch is thrown. 

A full-on brawl erupts, with broken bottles, pool cues, and chairs being used as weapons. 

Bulk, despite his tipsiness, fights with the strength and ferocity of a cornered Hercules.

Bulk swings a broken bottle into a biker’s head, and then slams his fist into another’s face, sending him crashing into a table. BOOTYMAN joins in, but it’s Bulk who does most of the damage, his sheer size and strength overpowering all of the bikers.

Despite taking a few hits, Bulk barely seems to notice. 

He throws one biker into a wall, another hits him from behind with a pool cue, and is thrown through a table for his trouble. The rest scatter, realizing they’ve bitten off more than they can chew.

Breathing heavily, Bulk stands there looking around at the fallen bikers and the destruction he's caused. He wipes the sweat from his brow, noticing the blood trickling down his arm from a cut.

Bulk examines his injuries, realizing they’re all superficial flesh wounds. He flexes his muscles, feeling the adrenaline BULKAMANIA coursing through his veins.

Bulk Logan: "Corey Black is gonna have to do a lot better than this if he wants to take me down. I’ve got the power, the strength, and it seems I’ve got the physical resilience to take whatever hardcore tomfoolery he can dish out!"

Bulk’s confidence soars as he looks at the defeated bikers around him. He nods to BOOTYMAN, who grins and claps him on the back.

Bulky Boy BOOTYMAN: "That was something, man. You took them all down!"

The scene fades out as Bulk, BEEFCAKE, and BOOTYMAN make their way out of the bar, while Bulk promises to talk to management about them soon.

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The camera focuses on Bulk Logan, standing in front of a banner for The Revelry and speaking directly to Corey Black and the XWF audience.

"Alright, Corey Black, you think you've got it all figured out, don’t you, brother? 

You think your gritty past and your affinity for darkness makes you something special? You think just because you tour the indies with a trash can in one hand and a bag of tacks in the other—that YOU'RE going to be the man to finally kill BULKAMANIA!?

Let me tell you—DUDE—I’m about to tear you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing but some scraps left for me to pin, brother! 

You call yourself the King of the Wrestlers, but let's get one thing straight right now, dude—you may have earned that nickname through blood and pain, brother, but you didn’t do it here—the only place it matters—THE XWF!

When you tried, you had what could only be described as a rocky start at best, dude!

You came in hot, beat Bobby Bourbon and Dionysus to captured this!"

Bulk taps the Xtreme title.

"But it all fell apart quick, and I think we all know why, dude! 

You’ve admitted to being unstable, and we’ve seen enough of you here in the XWF to know it's true, dude! 

You're inability to keep your crap together tells us everything we need to know about you, brother—you’re a weak-minded, weak man, and that weakness lead to you fumbling the Xtreme title to some dude hiding under your bed, leaving the entire division in shambles as the title floated from one clown to the next until the Bulkster returned to save the division just like I save the planet Earth in my upcoming Hollywood blockbuster—"FREEDOM'S LAST STAND"!

Corey Black—"King of the Wrestlers"?

More like "King of the Blunders", brother!

You say you're Deathproof? 

Funny how your XWF career instantly died after Tommy stripped you of the gold, dude!

Now you return, looking to rise from the ashes of your failures at the expense of the Bulkster?

Well, LET ME TELL YA SOMETHING, BROTHER!

Sunday night , you THINK that your stepping into the ring with a novelty act, but these 24-inch pythons ain't no novelty, brother!

You talk about using your teeth, tearing away at flesh until the blood flows? Brother, that’s the talk of a desperate man who knows straight up—he's in over his head. 

But me? 

I’ve got the power of Bulkamania running through my veins, a power you can’t even begin to comprehend. 

When I step into that ring, I do it for the fans, for the love of this sport, and for the glory of being the best! 

And I AM THE BEST—and I’m going to prove it when I rip you apart, dude; and show the world that you’re nothing but a fraud!

Your stories of a blood-soaked past, tragic childhood, and a life filled with darkness might scare some folks, but not me, dude. 

Life isn't easy, dude. If it were ,everyone would excel. Bulk's seen hard times, brother.  I've been through my own trials and tribulations. I've been knocked down, betrayed, and left for dead, but I didn't make a big stink about it. I didn't run to the darkest corner of the room and weep until my mascara bleed down my face. Instead I rose in the face of adversity. I always rise up, stronger than before.

Because that's what true champions do. 

We rise, we fight, and we conquer! 

And at The Revelry, I’m going to conquer you, Corey Black. I’m going to expose you for the weak, scared little man you really are, and show the world that the only reason you're still a world traveler instead of a world builder, is because in the biggest company with the baddest wrestlers—the XWF—You just can't measure up, DUDE!

Get ready, Corey Black!

Get ready to face the full-force of Bulkamania, the support of millions of fans, and the fighting spirit of a true champion. 

I'm not stepping into your world you're stepping into mine, brother! And there’s no way you’re walking out with this title! 

At The Revelry, there’s no escaping your fate, you’re going to find out firsthand that nothing—and I mean nothing—can stand up to the power of Bulkamania! 

Get ready, brother, because at the Revelry, you ain’t coming for the Bulkster’s Xtreme Championship—






















































—the Bulkster is coming for you!