11-04-2025, 12:39 PM
XXXVI steps into the frame with the Revolution title slung over his left shoulder and the Anarchy tag team title over his right. He peers into a mirror.
“I’m not usually vain, but damn, being a double champion looks good on me. I’ve got drip as the kids call it.”
CIX slides in behind him, her own ornate mask shimmering under the lights of the room. “It does look good on you.” She turns her head to cough.
He looks at her, concerned. “Are you okay, Cierra?”
She plays it off. “Yes, just a bit of a cold.” In the two years she had been in his life, he couldn’t recall her being sick a single time.
“If you say so. Maybe it’s best if you don’t come to the ring for my match on Thursday,” he offered. “Just take the week to rest."
“No, I’ll be fine.” She says, “I’m sure I’ll be better by then.”
He looks over at her and rolls his eyes. “Game time decision, I guess.”
“Are you worried?” She asks.
“About you?” He answers. “A little.”
She shakes her head and wrinkles her nose at him. “No, silly. About your match. It’s your first defense and Summer has…”
“Pinned me twice, I know.” He says, finishing her thought. “Not really. She was given the chance to choose the stipulation and she chose pure rules. Before I had this name I was an amateur wrestler, black belt in karate and Eagle Scout as a teen and semi-professional surfer. Then I wrestled independents where pure rules was the law of the land and that was all before I joined XWF under my true name, before all the loss and this new chapter. That boy is still in here and I don’t forget.”
She reaches over and grabs hold of his Anarchy tag team championship and lifts it off his shoulder, she braces herself momentarily as she takes it for herself.
He looks over with genuine concern. “My dear Cierra. They are heavier than they look and I’m merely speaking of physical weight. The metaphorical weight is its own problem. Now, I know it’s rude to comment on a woman’s weight, but have you been eating okay? You seem rather slight lately.”
She takes the Revolution title also and does her best not to show weakness when she places both titles down on the table. “I told you, I can take care of myself. You just worry about that title defense,” she says curtly.
She leads him to the next room where he has a ring set up. They spot the Director working away on his computer in one of his many offices, located within the training facility, which is State-of-the-Art. Only the best for The Director and his agents. In the ring stands a man clad in a black singlet and bearing a mask with the letter X on it. One of four of the Director’s other agents, referred to only by the shapes depicted on their masks. XXXVI steps inside the ropes and locks up with X.
“The key to pure rules, Cierra, is being strategic about your allotted rope breaks and keeping your cool, as you cannot use closed fists.” He wrenches X’s arm behind his back and the two brawl until X locks him into a submission. XXXVI pulls himself toward the ropes, but instead of reaching for them, he shifts his body weight, allowing him to slip under the bottom rope and slide out to ringside, freeing himself from the hold.
He stands and says, “See, you don’t even have to use a rope break every ti…”
Smack! He gets hit with a flying forearm from X as he falls to the floor. He sits up, dizzied and states, “Oh, and one more thing. Expect the unexpected!”
“Revolutions don’t mean much if they end to soon. What’s more revolutionary than taking everything from someone who saw you as less than? TNGB tried to bury me. I came back stronger and took both of TK’s titles. I’ve only been here since Rebellion and I already hold two of three titles on Anarchy. Summer, remind me, how many title matches have you won in XWF? The number is zero. In the past year and two months that you have been here, you have chased this title. You knew you couldn’t beat Syn or York and especially not Thunder Knuckles, but you know who has beaten him? I did. Thrice. I have the title belts to prove it.”
“In that triple threat match? You and Marisol were fighting each other and I was just caught in the crossfire. I lost because both of you pinned me. You simply won because you’re spoiled. The tag match? You had a literal vampire on your team trying to take bites out of my partner. So here we stand for the go-home show to War Games, one of my titles on the line and you think you’ll beat me one on one? You think you have my number? Well honey, not only am I not answering, I’ve got you blocked.”
“You never could handle the pressure when there are actual stakes, not the wooden kind like I should have brought for our tag match. No, you will prove once again that you are a choke artist. You didn’t even want this match. Arroyo volunteered and you said you would be the special guest referee. That doesn’t sound like someone confident that they can win the Revolution title even when they are given the opportunity to choose a stipulation. If you’re going to be a choke artist, Summer, please make sure you get the technique just right. If you’re going to be a choke artist, Miss Page, ensure that I don’t have rope breaks remaining first. If you don’t bring everything you have Thursday, I’ll be the one playing spoiler and I’ll do it with a smile. My revolution continues on Anarchy and your dreams are dashed once again. Odoru!”
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