August 26th, 2015. Liverpool Echo Arena Liverpool, England Lucas Edwards Jack McCarthy - vs - The Crimson Dong The Italian Vampire Randomly Assigned Tag Partners, 1 Fall Code Red - vs - The Masked Man Singles Match, One Fall LeStrange - vs - Thunderbolt XYZ Xtreme Rules, One Fall Captain Future - vs - The Reverend Tholomew Plague First Blood MAIN EVENT Scully - vs - Tommy Wish - vs - Maxwell Dane XWF Title Triple Threat, One Fall Winner may rename the title

Bills by LunchMoney Lewis plays

The crowd begin to cheer loudly, on the X-TRON a few of the biggest and best on Warfare can be seen competing and throwing down with one another. Game Girl holding the Intercontinental Title, Robbie Bourbon hitting a horrific Neckwrecker… and TRAX with the TRAP SILENCER! The crowd cheer loudly while they watch the X-TRON… but the attention is soon turned toward Mattael Cillio standing at the top of the entrance ramp, microphone in hand.

“THE WORLD TOUR… WE ARE FINALLY HERE… LIVERPOOL, ENGLAND, ARE YOU READY?!”

The crowd cheer wildly in response, Mattael smiles a cheery grin whilst he looks out at the sea of fans and that one fat kid eating popcorn in the front row.

“Now, do we have a show for you? We have the coveted CHAMPIONSHIP being defended by the one and only SCULLY in our MAIN-EVENT OF THE NIGHT!”

A few can be heard representing the nation as they cheer for this announcement.

“We’ve got singles action, tag team action, and more as we head into one of the biggest events of the year…”

He pauses, still smiling.

“WAR GAMES!”

The crowd explodes at this.

“With that coming up soon, and Gold Week next week you better be ready for a heap of action coming your way, but for now…”

With the crowd still cheering, Mattael begins to back away.

“Enjoy the show!”

JIM ROSS: Looks like everyone is excited for War Games, Bobby! Even our very own Business Consultant, Mattael Cillio!

BOBBY HEENAN: God I hate that guy.

JIM ROSS: Don’t let him hear you say that.

BOBBY HEENAN: I love Mattael Cillio!

Warfare fades out for just a second… until our very next match is set to go underway!

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Lucas Edwards Jack McCarthy - vs - The Crimson Dong The Italian Vampire Randomly Assigned Tag Partners, 1 Fall

The crowd is in anticipation, waiting for the first match of the night to get underway, but suddenly Mattael Cillio appears up on the X-TRON!

“Hello there, everyone. Unfortunately, nobody competing in our opener for the night decided to even rock up to the arena, meaning that we must move right away to our next match. Where Code Red will come up against The Masked Man!”

Code Red - vs - The Masked Man Singles Match, One Fall

White Jesus by Rittz plays

Code Red walks down to the ring.

One by Metallica plays

As the theme starts, The Masked Man walks out before storming to the ring and rolling under the ropes. His penetrating glance looks directly at the announcers before turning his attention to his opponent.

JIM ROSS: Here we go, Code Red coming up against The Masked Man! Neither of these men have really made an impact here in the XWF thus far, that could all change tonight once one of them picks up a big win on the road toward War Games!

BOBBY HEENAN: Don’t overhype it Jim Ross, both of these guys are fucking trash.

Both men near one another in the center of the ring, The Masked Man lumbers toward Code Red, who expertly navigates around him and chops him down from the knee, The Masked Man staggers down to one knee and then receives a solid shot to the jaw from Code Red, which drops him down to the canvas. Code Red smiles and plays to the crowd a little, earning him a few jeers from the fans. Code Red shrugs to himself and leaps up to the air, throwing out an elbow just before he lands, the elbow slamming right down into the chest of The Masked Man who flails around in agony from the move. Code Red smirks and gets back up to his feet and goes for yet another elbow drop, but The Masked Man has it well scouted this time and rolls out of the way before scrambling up to his feet.

JIM ROSS: The Masked Man barely managed to get out of the way of that one!

Both men are back up to their feet and warily circling one another, The Masked Man shoots out and grips Code Red down by the head, who falls back and gets shoved into the turnbuckle corner behind him. The Masked Man reels backward and slams Code Red in the gut with a solid jab, Code Red doubles over and receives a heavy knee into the jaw, which sends him reeling backward even further into the corner. The Masked Man nods in satisfaction before latching onto Code Red’s arm, pulling him out of the corner and slamming him down with a powerful lariat. He then picks him up by the hair and drags him to his feet, Code Red fights back with a solid one-two punch combination, each hit landing against the face of The Masked Man who surprised by the sudden attack, falls backward. Code Red then rushes him and spins around The Masked Man who has no idea where he is, Code Red slips his arm around the waist of The Masked Man and picks him up off the ground effortlessly, tossing him over his own body and hitting the German Suplex. Upon impact, Code Red bridges his body upward, keeping The Masked Man’s shoulders to the ground, completing the pinning action.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! The Masked Man was caught off-guard by that move, but he powers out of it at the last second!

JIM ROSS: That German Suplex had a lot of power behind it, we could be getting more than we bargained for here with Code Red!
The Masked Man rolls back up to his feet slowly, while Code Red swaggers up toward him, striding with confidence, he swings an arrogant, laid-back slap toward The Masked Man, who telegraphs it and ducks under it. After dodging the slap, he speeds off towards the ropes and rebounds off them, picking up pace as he charges back toward Code Red…

JIM ROSS: SPEAR! The Masked Man nearly sent him flying through the ring floor!

BOBBY HEENAN: Sure, sure.

The Masked Man attempts a cover straight after the spear, looking confident.

ONE!

TWO!

Code Red kicks out right at the count of two.

The Masked Man drags himself up to his feet, then does the same for Code Red, he locks his arm around his head, but Code Red is quick in responding and reversing the hold, locking The Masked Man into an inverted headlock and then slamming him back first with a Reverse DDT. Now Code Red is the one going for the cover, as he hooks the leg!

JIM ROSS: The tables have turned!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! At two and a half, The Masked Man manages to get the shoulder up!

Code Red looks at his opponent, slightly annoyed at the resistance he is showing, he brings him up to his feet… whips him towards the ring ropes…

EAT DEFEAT!

The boot of Code Red crushes the jaw of The Masked Man who crumbles to the canvas, Code Red looks assured of victory as he slides over the limp body of The Masked Man.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOT QUITE! Once again The Masked Man manages to throw the shoulder up, just in the nick of time!

Code Red simply grins and gets back up to his feet, bringing The Masked Man along with him, he brings the stumbling Masked Man into his grasp, he whips him into the ropes and soon enough The Masked Man is running straight back toward Code Red…

RETIREMENT PLAN! (Powerbomb Lungblower)

JIM ROSS: WOAH!

BOBBY HEENAN: Not bad.

The move annihilates The Masked Man who crumples into a heap on the canvas, limp and virtually lifeless. Code Red slides over him and hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JIM ROSS: Code Red picking up a nice victory here on Warfare! Solid showing here by the newcomer!

“White Jesus” by Rittz blares out through the arena as Code Red’s hand is raised upward in victory. He celebrates in the ring as Warfare cuts to commercial break.

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The sweet sounds of Tom Jones' hit track, It's not Unusual, plays through the arena as the fans cheer in excitement. Frodo comes down the ramp pushing Swagmire in a wheelchair. He pushes the chair to the ramp, and stops at the steps.


Frodo: "What the fuck is this?! Where the hell is the Wheelchair accessible entrance?! Do I need to sue for you guys not being handicapped accessible? I know my rights. What if Job Samuels actually decides to roll his fat ass into the ring, to have Theo hand him another victory? You telling me he'd have to actually walk in himself, or are you going to make Theo carry all the weight before he even gets in the ring?"

A nameless goon comes out and sets a ramp on the steps so Frodo can push Swagmire into the ring. He stops at the ropes. The goon looks at him, and Frodo points angrily, the goon then lifts the ropes so they can wheel Swagmire in. The brothers Swag arrive in the ring, and Swag tries to hand Frodo an iPad. He throws it down in disgust before pissing on it.



Frodo: "What the fuck is that? An iPad? For real, you tried to hand that Apple piece of shit. I almost touched it. Goddamn! Disgusting. Who the fuck does that to someone? Warn a mother fucker next time. Anyway, I know what we're here for. The other day, some random girl in the back emailed my brother asking if she could borrow some money to buy a case to keep Trax from cashing in on her match with Vinnie Lane. Now, we had no idea who this girl was, just some redheaded skank. But, the idea of pissing off Trax caught Swaggy's interest. Me, I just had to do the speaking for Swaggy, since he got a pencil through the tongue, and was beaten so badly he cannot walk. So, if you're in the back come on down, Ginger."

Natasha Bedingfield's Pocket full of sunshine blasts over the PA system as Ginger bounces down to the ring. She walks up the ramp, and climbs into the ring, giving everyone a wave and a smile as she does.


Ginger: Hi! You asked me to come out?

Frodo eyeballs her before handing her a paper bag full of Xbux.

Frodo: "Keep Trax from cashing in. Other than that, pay Swaggy when you can."

Frodo walks out of the ring, Ginger stands there looking confused as Swagmire stands up.

Swagmire: "I'll be in touch."

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LeStrange - vs - Thunderbolt XYZ Xtreme Rules, One Fall

Welcome to the Strange by Murderdolls plays

LeStrange walks down to the ring with a determined look on his face as he steps up onto the apron, goes through the middle rope, and stands in the top right turnbuckle corner, awaiting for his opponent to enter the match.

Gangsta Lean by D.R.S plays

Gangsta Lean plays and then a giant streak of lightning shoots down from the rafters to the center of the ring and then Thunderbolt XYZ just appears. Like magic or something.

LeStrange is surprised by Thunderbolt’s entrance, right as “Gangsta Lean” fades out, the bell immediately sounds.

JIM ROSS: Now we’re in for a good one. LeStrange against Thunderbolt, it could go either way here!

BOBBY HEENAN: Officer Thunderbolt going to kill this fucking guy.

JIM ROSS: I wouldn’t count LeStrange out, the man managed to pin Trax to win the X-Treme Title, a claim that nobody else in the federation can make.

Thunderbolt charges LeStrange and nearly snaps him into two with a violent spear that shakes the ring. LeStrange rolls to his side, clutching onto his gut in agony.

BOBBY HEENAN: You were saying, Jim?

LeStrange pushes himself up to his feet and eats a slap from Thunderbolt who just looks at him and throws some whacky ass gang sign, LeStrange reels back and throws a punch that is parried by Thunderbolt XYZ, who then slips his arm over the head of LeStrange and drops down, snapping his head into the canvas with a DDT. LeStrange rolls onto his back and latches onto his forehead whilst grimacing in pain, Thunderbolt smirks and hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE!

LeStrange throws Thunderbolt off of him quickly, both men scramble back up to their feet. Thunderbolt swoops in toward LeStrange and locks his arm over his head once more, this time attempting a suplex, LeStrange manages to hook his own leg around Thunderbolt’s, stopping him from executing the move, as he reverses the action and hits Thunderbolt XYZ with a solid suplex of his own! Thunderbolt hits the mat back first and groans, before getting back up to his feet, LeStrange is already there to meet him and slams him right in the mouth with a big boot. Thunderbolt drops down to the mat clutching onto his mouth in a surprised manner. Now LeStrange is the one going for the cover, as he hooks the leg.

ONE!

TW-NO! Thunderbolt throws the arm up early.

LeStrange pushes himself up to his feet and slowly executes the task of bringing Thunderbolt XYZ backi up to his feet, he succeeds and whips him to the ropes, Thunderbolt to his credit manages to leap up onto the second rope, springboarding off of the second rope and throwing off a vicious kick right toward the jaw of LeStrange…

Who ducks under the kick!

Thunderbolt lands on his feet but is caught off balance by LeStrange, who rolls him up from behind!

JIM ROSS: This could be it!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOT QUITE! Thunderbolt barely kicks out of the surprise roll-up, he scrambles back up to his feet…

WHAM!

Thunderbolt is sent spiralling down to the mat after receiving a HUGE meathook clothesline from LeStrange, who was waiting for him to get back up to his feet, LeStrange going for another cover…

NO! Thunderbolt grabs him by the legs and sweeps him to the mat, going for a cover of his own!

ONE!

TWO!

LeStrange kicks out at the count of two, both men are back up to their feet, LeStrange attemps yet another devastating clothesline… ducked by Thunderbolt!

SNAP!

SUPERKICK!

LeStrange’s eyes glaze over momentarily as he teers for just a second, before crumbling down to the canvas, landing down on it hard and laying out spread eagle, Thunderbolt looks at him with a cocky grin and plays to the crowd slightly. He bounds up toward the top turnbuckle, raises his arms in the air… and leaps off in a magnificent aerial display, as he twists and spirals in the air!

CRASH!

He misses everything! LeStrange manages to roll out of the way with no time to spare! Thunderbolt clutches onto his stomach in agony.

JIM ROSS: That may have winded him, Bobby. He might not have a lot left!

BOBBY HEENAN: He’s going up against arguably the least impressive X-Treme Champion of all time, he’s just taking it easy on him right now, just you wait and see.

LeStrange takes his moment of reprieve, sitting in the turnbuckle corner and breathing in an out heavily, he looks at Thunderbolt who appears to be mustering up the strength to get to his feet, LeStrange does the same. Both men are up on their feet at around the same time.

LeStrange rushes toward Thunderbolt, seeming to have a little more left in the tank, he swings out a forearm that is easily dodged by TBXYZ, who spins around and locks LeStrange up…

THUNDERCUNT! (Yeah that’s the actual name of the move)

The jumping piledriver obliterates LeStrange, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Thunderbolt XYZ proceeds to skull fuck the unknowing LeStrange, the referee rolls his eyes but is forced to count the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

“Gangsta Lean” by D.R.S plays and Thunderbolt spends a little extra time showing LeStrange what’s up before getting up to his feet and throwing out some more gang signs to the crowd, who strangely seem to be cheering him on for his display, he rolls out of the ring and walks to the back, swaggering up the entrance ramp as Warfare fades out momentarily.

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Captain Future - vs - The Reverend Tholomew Plague First Blood

Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold plays

The Rev walks out in a leather jacket and shades now sporting his newly won Xtreme Title..........

He climbs into the ring and snatches a mic

The Rev: So this is my first title defense huh? Bringing this unworthy piece of trash to me for a match.....

The crowd boos heavily at the idea that Rev considers an opponent unworthy

The Rev: I'm telling you right now I will not stand for this on Gold Week.....

He pauses for effect

The Rev: So that's why I am calling it out right now..... I am demanding that my match for Gold Week is against....

TRAX

The crowd cheers at the sound of this match

The Rev: AND.......

GHOST TANK......

The crowd breaks out into a frenzy at the sound of this match

The Rev: Tick tock boys, I expect an answer soon

”Little Witch” by Blood on the Dance Floor plays

Future's music plays and he rappels from the rafters like a damn hero.

The referee calls for the bell to be rung and both men appear to be sizing one another up, both of them standing at six-foot five and having a similar build, it looks like it’ll be an even match-up. Each man struts around the ring, circling the other. Captain Future makes the first move, taking a few swift steps towards Reverend Tholomew, trying to find a smart angle to approach in from. Instead of getting any offense in, he is caught right on the tip of the jaw with a powerful uppercut from Tholomew, which sends him staggering backward, Reverend Tholomew follows up with another uppercut, this time of the European variation. This sends Captain Future into the ropes, but on the third uppercut that comes, he manages to sway out of the way and shove his opponent away with both arms. Reverend looks annoyed as he takes a step closer toward Captain Future, but is rewarded with a dropkick right into the chest that drops him down to the canvas. Captain Future waits for him to get back up to his knees, and charges at him, hitting him with a running dropkick while Reverend is kneeling. Both feet connect off the jaw and mouth area of Reverend, sending him flopping back down to the mat. The referee is already looking at his Reverend’s mouth, checking to see if any blood is forming around that area.

JIM ROSS: Luckily for Reverend, no blood was drawn from that dropkick! This match could have been over very quickly!

BOBBY HEENAN: Cool story, bro.

Captain Future shrugs and gets back up to his feet, and is soon followed by Reverend, Captain Future spins around and throws a Future Discus Punch! Reverend has the wherewithal to duck underneath the punch, Captain Future’s momentum sends him forward and off balance, Reverend intelligently takes advantage and pops back up to his feet, catching Captain Future’s head at the last second and dropping him down with a snapping neckbreaker! Captain Future holds the back of his head in pain as Reverend takes a moment to recover and get back up to his feet, he brings Captain Future with him and begins to lift him up in the motion of a powerbomb! Captain Future is lifted up high, but is able to writhe out of Reverend Tholomew’s grasp, ending up behind him, he attempts to go for a neckbreaker of his own but is shoved away. Captain Future spins around and is caught with a dropkick to the chest, he staggers back into the turnbuckle corner, Reverend is already back up on his feet off the dropkick and is charging toward his opponent.

THUD!

Reverend Tholomew powerfully slams his shoulder into the chest and body of Captain Future who gasps out loud, Reverend Tholomew backs away just a pace, and rushes back forward and flings his arm out, catching Captain Future in the chest once more. He then backs away, allowing Captain Future to stumble out of the corner, he throws up his boot, sending it perilously close to the nose of Captain Future, but the boot is ducked. Captain Future picks up and speed and rushes to the ropes, bounding off them and catching Reverend Tholomew off-guard with a running crossbody.

JIM ROSS: There’s Captain Future’s ‘Future Crossbody’.

BOBBY HEENAN: A regular fucking crossbody, just wonderful.

Reverend manages to use Captain Future’s momentum against him, and rolls through on the crossbody, ending up on top of him instead! Captain Future appears shocked as Reverend slowly stands up to his feet, with Captain Future slanted across his body horizontally, the Captain throws a few hard elbows into the side of Reverend, causing him to drop him. Captain Future manages to land on his feet barely, but despite that fluidly spins around and throws a kick up toward the head of Reverend Tholomew, who is too stunned by the quick motion to dodge it!

CRACK!

The kick lands straight off the temple of Reverend Tholomew, who slumps down to the canvas, eyes rolled up to the back of his head.

Captain Future smirks and then leaps up into the air quickly, twisting backward and mid-air and going for a standing moonsault!

WHAM!

No dice! Reverend Tholomew throws up his knees upward into the stomach of the incoming Captain Future, who is winded by the knees and rolls off of them in agony. He rolls around on the canvas, clutching his injured mid-section, Reverend grins and takes advantage

JIM ROSS: He’s looking a little winded there, he best be careful now. He could have broken a rib!

Reverend grins and mounts the winded Captain Future, starting to throw rock hard punches into the forehead, trying to bust him open, the referee is watching with intent…

NO!

Captain Future is rocked by a few of the punches but manages to throw Reverend Tholomew off of him, tossing him to the side and gingerly getting back up to his feet, still holding onto his ribs. He rolls out of the ring and goes scavenging underneath the ring instantly, pulling out a steel chair. He pushes back to his feet…

CRASH!

Reverend slid underneath the bottom rope after a running start and hits Captain Future with a baseball slide! Crushing the steel chair into his face and nose, the referee bustles out of the ring to check on him… Reverend is looking on in hope.

NO BLOOD!

Reverend gives the referee a reproachful looks and begins to scavenge underneath the ring himself, he pulls out a baseball bat. His intent is obvious as he walks over toward the downed Captain Future and raises the bat angrily over his head.

JIM ROSS: Our X-Treme Champion with EVIL INTENT!

The bat hangs precariously over Captain Future’s skull, Reverend swings down viciously!

DODGED!

JIM ROSS: Captain Future gets out of the way just at the right moment, that was CLOSE! His skull would’ve been turned into a bloody pulp!

BOBBY HEENAN: May have looked better that way.[/blue]

Reverend is caught off balance, Captain Future rushes back up to his feet quickly and tackles Reverend Tholomew into the apron, before rolling him underneath the bottom rope and bringing along the steel chair he held earlier. He climbs into the ring, but is met by Reverend who is back up to his feet! He kicks Captain Future into the gut and lifts him up into powerbomb position.

WHAM-CRASH-THUD!

POWERBOMB!

JIM ROSS: He nearly sent him right through the ring with that powerbomb!

The ring is shaken from the huge powerbomb, Captain Future is laid spread eagle on the mat, fluttering his eyes lightly, though looking to be in serious trouble. Reverend slowly begins to pick up the chair Captain Future slid in just a moment ago…

THWACK!

He slams the chair right over the face of Captain Future! The chair nearly buckles and bends from the impact, the referee is right there to check Captain Future…

JIM ROSS: This might be it!

The referee nods and signals for the bell to be rung, Captain Future’s face is a mask of trickling blood, a gash opened up right over his forehead!
The Reverend Tholomew Plague gives off an evil smile, as the referee raises his arm, he holds the chair up triumphantly and gestures towards the broken body of Captain Future, who still hasn’t realized he truly lost.

JIM ROSS: The X-Treme Champ, coming away with a victory here on Warfare!

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Betrayal of Fate plays over the speakers and the lights begin to flicker on and off, which makes the crowd cheer and boo him at the same time. When the beat hits, Chris walks through the curtain with a microphone in hand. Dustin is nowhere in sight while he makes his entrance, meaning that he's either fired (which he isn't), or Chris doesn't expect this to become violent. Midway down the ramp, he brings the microphone closer to his mouth and starts to speak.

Christopher: Just last week, I challenged Game Girl to a match for her belt. I told the chick to give me an answer by the end of the match. Ya know what she did? She went mute!

Chris pauses for dramatic effect. Some boos can be heard during this pause. At this point, he has already climbed the stairs and entered the ring through the second rope.

Christopher: I can't believe it either, guys! That was a dick move I didn't expect from her. When you issue a challenge, ya expect an answer, right?

Some of the crowd starts to cheer.

Christopher: Yeah, I didn't think I was alone on that. So ya know what, brah? I'm gonna ask her ta come on down and give me a reason why I didn't get an answer. What 'cha say, brah? Ya gonna come on down and answer me? Or are ya gonna stand there like a fuckin' idiot 'til I make ya?

A few moments of nothing happen. Suddenly, pixels start to fly in from out of nowhere right in front of Chris. They assemble into the shape of a woman right before everyone's eyes. As the last few pixels fall, we can see that they've formed into the shape of Game Girl. She smiles politely and a microphone appears in her hand, she raises it to her mouth and adjust the IC championship resting on her shoulder.


"Chris, I apologize for not giving you an answer, but I simply forgot about you. I'm sure you're used to it by now."

Some of the crowd chuckles and the more loyal fans give GG a cheer.


"I was fighting, other things went out of my head y'know? But I'm here now and I'm looking you in the eye and before answering you, I want to know something first. Why do you deserve a title shot? When you first popped up you said you didn't want a shot, you were an annoyance to me and I left you be. What else? You lost to Robbie Soda.. Darn it.. Robbie, you lost to Robbie."

A few fans give a mix of cheers and boos as Chris looks around agitated.


"And you've been pretty mediocre for a while now, so why do you deserve a shot? Pretty please give me an answer and if I like it, I'll give you my answer to your question."

Chris smiles for a little bit before raising the mike back towards his mouth.

Christopher: I like how you only brought up how I lost to Robbie after I beat him in a ladder match not too long ago. Brah, you must be as blind as a bat to outright ignore my win. And you know what, you're right, I did say that I didn't want a shot at your belt. That was, right up until I saw what I had to do ta get to the top. And ya know how I do that?

Brief pause.

Christopher: Simple, brah; being the first person to say that I pulled off the near impossible and beat the sixteen bit chick.

Chris then motions out to the crowd.

Christopher: Look at these people! They're simply excited to see you, The Hero of Abandonware,

A few oohs emerge from the nerds and geeks of the audience.

Christopher: Fight against me, the Hardcore Hero, in a best of five match throughout the video game decades! Surely ya can't deny them a match like that, can ya?

The crowd starts to cheer a little bit more.

Christopher: So what'cha say, brah? Would ya fight for them, or will ya always be known as Player 2, the person that no one wants to be?

Loud oohs can be heard throughout the arena. Game Girl chuckles before raising the mic.


"Two things before I continue, even here can't let you skate away from your mistakes. One, I meant Robbie beat you for the contendership. Sure you got him first but when it really mattered you couldn't step up to the plate. Two I may be Player 2, but you're just the kid nobody wanted to invite still waiting for his turn."

The oohs get louder and a single air horn goes off. Chris looks out to the audience with a face that asks 'the fuck was that?' for him.


"Well kid, you can have your turn. Let's see if you can actually beat a high score."

GG drops the mic and extends her hand, I guess to make the match official.

Christopher: This kid mastered all the combos, knows all the secrets, and always ends up coming in first at the end of the day.

Chris drops the mike as well and grabs GG's hand firmly. The crowd cheers as they witnessed an agreement for a title match on Gold Week.

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MAIN EVENT Scully - vs - Tommy Wish - vs - Maxwell Dane XWF Title Triple Threat, One Fall Winner may rename the title

Let’s Get by Black Eye Peas plays

The arenas lights go red and "Let's Get " by Black Eyed Peas blares out of the P.A System. After about 40 seconds The Scull Meister finally steps out on to stage with his XWF Championship belt around his waist. There is a mixed reaction from the fans. Scully looks around and smirks. XWF'S resident gives the thumbs up and waves at the fans. He walks down the ramp giving the fans the thumbs up, walking up to random adults and children saying 'Friend'. He walks up the steps, waving and walks along the ring apron. He turns to look at the fans with a smirk across his face. He then jump over the top rope in to the ring but trips into the ring. Scull gets up, brushes himself off and then walks over to the far turn buckle. He climbs to the top. Holds his hands in the air and puts both thumbs up, before waving once more. The Scully Meister then jumps down and starts doing star jumps. His music fades out.

Alright by Kendrick Lamar plays

We hear the horns of this song, and we hear the fans chanting "We gon be alright" union as Tommy enters the fans are with him walking down the stairs and he hops over the barricades and he enters the ring with him just standing in the ring giving the Power To The People fist and he focuses on the who is coming out.

How To Spot A Communist plays on the X-Tron

The entirety of “How to Spot a Communist” plays and then Maxwell Dane appears on the ramp, accompanied by his managers Voodoo Pizzaman and Electra. The trio look at each other, and then the crowd, and make their way to the ring in complete silence as the crowd still tries to figure out what the heck is going on. At ringside, Voodoo Pizzaman pulls out a Voodoo doll resembling Maxwell’s opponent and Electra pulls out her trusty scalpel.

JIM ROSS: We’re set to get underway here in a match for The XWF Championship! A belt introduced to the XWF by Scully, who has been looking for a challenger to the belt for quite a long while now! Finally he gets his wish, against not one but TWO opponents here in our main-event tonight! Don’t forget the stipulation tonight, if either Tommy Wish OR Maxwell Dane manage to pick up the victory over Scully here tonight, they take the title home, and get to rename the belt to whatever they see fit!

BOBBY HEENAN: Don’t make it sound like this belt has any credibility behind it, Jim. This title is fucking horrible and you know it.

Scully is clearly extremely excited to be defending the title for the first time, he rushes towards his two opponents, who look at each other and nod before rushing forward and hitting Scully with a double clothesline. Scully rebounds off the mat and pops back up to his feet, only to get locked up by both Maxwell Dane and Tommy Wish, who lift him up with ease and slam him down to the mat with a double suplex. The alliance isn’t long lived though, as Dane gets right back up to his feet and hits a solid German Suplex on the unsuspecting Tommy Wish. Who rolls out of the ring after receiving the move. Maxwell Dane sets to stomping on the hands and fingers of Scully, who screams out in what is a cross between a laugh and a yelp of pain.

BOBBY HEENAN: What a fucking weirdo.

Maxwell Dane lifts Scully back up to his feet, and leaps up into the air, trying to hit a dropkick, Scully moves out of the way and drops down onto Maxwell Dane, hitting him with an elbow drop over the throat. Dane coughs and splutters as he gets back up to his feet, right into the arms of Scully who locks his arms around his head and spikes his head into the mat with a DDT.

JIM ROSS: Scully with the cover, here we go!

ONE!

Broken up nice and early from Tommy Wish, who rolled in from the other side of the ring.

Wish grips Scully by the arm and brings him up to his feet, throwing his arm out and smashing Scully down with a lariat, Scully falls to the mat and bounces back up, staggering into a big boot from Wish which drops him completely. Scully flails down to the mat, Wish drops down over him and covers him.

ONE!

Tommy Wish is dragged off of Scully by Maxwell Dane, who then mounts him and begins to throw dastardly closed fist punches right into his skull!

JIM ROSS: Wow! Tommy Wish is already busted open, there’s the cut right over the forehead! Those punches sure have something mean behind them!

Maxwell Dane stands up over the now slightly bloodied Tommy Wish who rolls to the side, Maxwell Dane attempts to follow after him but is rolled up by Scully who recovered from the boot he received earlier!

ONE!

TW-NO! Maxwell powers out of it quickly, and scrambles back up to his feet. Not in time to be aware of Scully though, who is already up and locks his arm over his neck, taken by surprise Maxwell Dane is unable to stop the Fisherman Suplex which follows. Dane hits the mat with force and clutches onto his spine, rolling to the side and clutching the bottom rope in pain. Scully looks between his two opponents who are both down on the floor, he walks over to Tommy Wish and lifts him up to his feet, he whips him into the ropes, Wish rebounds off them and comes right back toward Scully, who hits him right in the face with a Spinning Heel Kick!

SNAP!

The impact of the blow sends Wish’s head flying to the side, he crumples down to the canvas, arms spread out wildly as Scully drops over him for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Wish kicks out at the count of two, Scully doesn’t seem deterred in the slightest as he gets back up to his feet and smiles goofily. Wish is slowly getting back up to his feet, as he does he staggers right into a dropkick from Scully, he is right back down on the canvas. Scully looks on in joy and glee but is caught from behind with a powerful hammer fist from Maxwell Dane. Scully stumbles forward and spins around, Maxwell follows after him and shoves him into the corner, he then steps backward a few paces before charging straight toward Scully! He leaps into the air and hits him with a jumping shoulder block that pushes Scully further back into the corner. Winded, Scully steps forward out of the turnbuckle corner, right into Dane once again who sets him up quickly and hits him with a Back Suplex Facebuster! Scully crashes into the mat and rolls onto his back, holding onto his face looking somewhat stunned by the powerful move. Dane hooks his leg straight after hitting the move.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-BROKEN UP BY WISH!

Wish drags Maxwell Dane back up to his feet and wraps his arms around him, before lifting him and slamming him with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Maxwell gingerly gets back up to his feet and eats a big boot from Wish which sends him rolling out of the ring, Maxwell’s manager Voodoo immediately starts to tend to him, trying to support him back upward toward his feet. Wish pays this no mind as he turns toward Scully who is down on the mat. He grabs him by the ankle and turns him onto his belly, before ripping and twisting the ankle to the side painfully!

JIM ROSS: Impressive Ankle Lock being used here by Wish! Scully is screaming in pain!

BOBBY HEENAN: Fucking idiot, he knows Maxwell Dane is right there.

JIM ROSS: Yes, but Dane is doing nothing about the submission right at this moment, if he doesn’t hurry up Wish could have it won here!

Scully is crawling out toward the ropes, but Wish wastes no time in dragging him back to the center of the ring, Scully cringes in agony once more before twisting his body, rolling and using his momentum to flip Wish over him and land him on his back… but Wish holds on! Instead wrapping his legs over Scully’s and applying even more pressure to the submission!

Over on the outside of the ring, Maxwell Dane is climbing the apron… and now the top turnbuckle! He’s quickly up on the top, looking down on his opponents… and with that… HE LEAPS OFF!

DIVING HEADBUTT! HE LANDS IT ON BOTH SCULLY AND WISH!

JIM ROSS: Dane just put his body on the line right there! Wish releases the submission hold, Scully looks to be in pain and Wish is now a bloody mess after once again being knocked in the forehead! Dane is back up to his feet, looking in complete control!

Dane is right on top of Tommy Wish whose blood is now dripping onto the mat slowly, Dane grabs him by the throat and violently starts to choke him out, he mounts him and places both hands on his throat. Literally strangling the life out of him as Wish’s eyes bold. The referee can’t do anything about it, TRIPLE THREAT RULES BABY!

Scully is slowly getting back up to his feet, although he is hobbling, a good half a minute passes as Wish is nearly out cold by now, Scully is now up on the top turnbuckle… he attempts to lick his right elbow. The crowd is eating it up! They’re loving it! Scully looks like a complete fucking as he tries to lick his elbow, and then leaps up off the turnbuckle!

THUD!

He lands the elbow right into the spine of Maxwell Dane! Maxwell drops off of Tommy Wish and grabs onto his back, surprised by the sudden top rope elbow drop! Scully looks like he is about to go insane as he drops over the now completely limp Tommy Wish!

JIM ROSS: Opportunistic move here by Scully. THIS COULD BE IT!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! WAIT! WHAT?! Scully raises himself up off of Tommy Wish…

JIM ROSS: What in the world is Voodoo Pizza Man doing? He has Voodoo Doll in hand and is pricking it… and Scully is the one who seems to be feeling the pain here!

Scully is in complete agony as he rolls around in the ring, finding a new spot to grab as the Voodoo Pizzaman continues to stab violently into the Voodoo Doll. Eventually he stops, but only once Maxwell Dane is up on his feet, he nods in the direction of his manager before dropping down over Tommy Wish, who is still not responding.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! NOT THIS TIME! WISH GETS THE SHOULDER UP AT TWO POINT NINE!

Dane shrugs and brings Wish up to his feet, but Wish finally gathers the will to fight back! He throws a quick punch combination, but the final punch is parried by Dane who rocks him with an elbow of his own and then rushes to the ropes behind him. Maxwell Dane bounds off the ropes and charges at Wish…

SPINEBUSTER!

Wish lands the spinebuster with authority as he powers Dane down into the mat! But that took a lot out of Wish too, he is now on the ground, trying to gather the strength to go for the cover! But Scully is back up now! Still looking a little ginger after getting attacked indirectly by Voodoo Pizzaman, he sets Wish and Dane up next to one another, and then performs a standing moonsault, landing it on BOTH men!

JIM ROSS: WOW! Scully with the cover… ON BOTH MEN!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOT QUITE! Both men throw him off, each of them kicking out of the pinfall.

Scully looks at them both, confused. He shrugs and drags Tommy Wish back up to his feet... he smiles and waves his arm around happily before setting up Wish and hitting...

THE SCULLUNATOR! (Final Cut)

Scully grins and...

Gets thrown out of the ring by Maxwell Dane, who drops down over the limp Tommy Wish.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

It's over! The referee is already handing Maxwell his newly won 'title', whi looks at it in disgust but shrugs. Slowly, Wish and Scully depart, Scully looking oddly sad and solemn. The referee raises Maxwell's a one more time before allowing him to leave. He too disappearing backstage.

JIM ROSS: What an incredible match, and now we have Maxwell Dane walking out with The Title! A great showing here by each man, but only one could walk out the winner tonight! Now we move on toward Warfare… GOLD WEEK! We’ll see you there!

BOBBY HEENAN: Hold up a second...

JIM ROSS: What's going on here?

The lights are dark in the arena as it comes back onto the television screen. A whistle is being heard over the sound system. A light bulb comes on that is hanging from the ceiling and swaying back and forth. Someone is standing in the ring but you can barley make out who it is. In fact, it looks like one person is standing in the ring while another is walking around thanks to the casting shadows.


"Hehehehehe..."


A familiar laugh is heard.


"When a treasure is buried or lost.. it becomes either a myth or becomes someone's purpose. So many have tried to be preachers or gods; yet they have all fallen. I sat by and watched... and now look at ya XWF. You became the company I prophesied about. You chose this path and out came a with his new brand of warriors. So, what side will I be apart of this time? Heh. I'll be apart of the same side I've always been apart of... not XWF nor CCWF. I'll fight for the truth. "


The man picks up a bag as the house lights come up slightly. He opens it up and out falls the heads of the Administrator and the eye patched head of Shane .


The lights come on and it's Eli James IV alongside Elisha, who is covered in dirt.


Lacey is skipping around the ring saying "You're all gonna die. You're all gonna die. You're all gonna die.

The crowd murmurs noisily, excited by this sudden arrival.

JIM ROSS: And on that eerie note... that's all we have time for, folks! See you next time!

Wrestler of the Week: Maxwell Dane Quote of the Week: "There once was a LeDouche from Venus. Whose mouth was always occupied by penis. He tried to crack jokes but wasn't funny at all. In fact, fuck him, bitch is barely four foot tall." - Thunderbolt XYZ

Hey LeDouche. How's it feel to get fucked by the long dick of the law?

The CHUMP IS THERE!!!!

XYZ points to the crippled body of LeDouche who is still laying in the ring all beaten and shit.

Thunderbolt X Y and Mother Fuckin Z Reporting For Duty!

"You wish to face me, Tholomew? Fine. Since it's for Warfare, and I'd like for us to have a stip. Electrified Cage match. To win, you either pin, or submit."

(08-26-2015, 06:08 AM)Ghost Tank Said: "You wish to face me, Tholomew? Fine. Since it's for Warfare, and I'd like for us to have a stip. Electrified Cage match. To win, you either pin, or submit."

Great, now all I gotta do is survive Steve Davids

Win/Loss record:2-3

Accomplishments: 1x Xtreme Champ (8/23/2015-9/2/2015(aired on 9/4/2015) Length:11 Days)



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