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~ Saturday 14th, 2016 : 9pm ~
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Ophelia and Ann are at McDonald's. Cuz fuck Subway, with their pedo spokesman. Fuck Jared.

Ophelia is eating a Quarter Pounder with cheese and mayo, while Ann is stuffing her face with McNuggets. One of their ten escorts from the chip Ophie won walks up to them. He is the one male out of the ten, and he is holding both Ann and Ophelia's drinks.

Escort: A Dr. Pepper for Ophelia and a chocolate shake for Ann.

They both snatch the drinks away from what may as well amount to a slave. Only he's white. Cuz fuck racism. But apparently not forced labor.

Ophelia: Mmmm, thank you for bringing me here, Annie, I needed a pick up after all the losses I've racked up since I arrived here in the XWF.

Ann: I'm sorry, hun, but ya just gotta get your priorities set. Focus, I keep friggin' telling you. And besides, what's so special about Mickie D's?

Ophelia: Well, my grandmother used to take me here every time she'd come down for my birthday... it's kinda personal. But I love you so much for the thought, Annie.

Ann: It's no problem, dear. Do you think you might finally be able to contact Reeve about, well... you know. The plan?

Ophelia: Not yet, but I DID get ahold of Kid Kool.

Ann: ...Okay. Anyway, we need to contact Reeve and Tony as soon as possible. This storm is raging, and it's time we step it up a notch. Now, go write in your little blog, I've got work to do, people to see, and things to prepare for. This idea you had is fantasmah-glorious, and I've GOT to get things prepared if we want everything to go off without a hitch. Later, babe.

Ophelia: Abso-tively, hun. I've got a few thiings to address myself...

Ann leaves the run-down McDonalds, and Ophelia hops on his cell phone to put together what's probably going to be a very short blog post cuz cellphones fucking suck the dick and lick the balls.

"Dear Diary.

I am at a shitty looking McDonalds, eating a burger and fries and gulping down a large Dr. Pepper. I'm gonna probably gain a couple of pounds, but fuck it. Now, getting down to business-- I haven't studied Nico, but I know he's a talented athlete. He's chalked up a few wins since his debut, he's clearly excellent when it comes to speaking on the mic, and apparently the two of us are cool with eachother, so I've got no problem. I've also not got much more to say, so I'll split and get back to you when I can actually use a damned keyboard. Ciao, babes.

--O.M."

Ophelia finishes up his meal and heads out the door... when he finds someone standing there.



Ophelia: Kruzifix, nice to meet you in the flesh. I've seen your work on WSE and on the premiere edition of Anarchy. Reeve and I go way back.

Kruz: Any friend of Reeve is a friend of mine, man. *they shake hands* Just know I tend to stick to myself, and Reeve's about the only guy I'd truly call a friend. He helped me break into the business. You can, however, count on my help on anything you need to get adjusted to things. I've been wrestling for around seven years now, so I know the ropes. You wanna catch a WSE show sometime? I could introduce you to some of the boys, and maybe even hook you up with a match as a sorta warm-up for Nico. Whadya say?

Ophelia: I say you're on, dude. Just give me the details and I'll be there.

Kruz: You got it. We've got a PPV coming up tomorrow night, it'd be great to see you and your girl there...

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~ Tuesday 17th, 2016 : 8:37pm ~
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Ophelia and Ann sit in the front row of an otherwise empty arena. Ann doesn't look all that thrilled to be in attendance. Her arms are crossed as she grimaces at the terrible match taking place in the ring between Gruel Renshaw and Goo the Adventurer. Gruel is the worst gat dam MMA fighter in history, hailing from Ultimate Chickenshit Fighting... and Goo is a young, blonde, tunic wearing, elven eared boy hero searching for the wicked King Disgrunteldorf so he may defeat him and restore Queen Esmerelda to her throne. Goo is whipping the tar our of Gruel, when "Dance Hall Days" by Wang Chung hits and out steps XWF star, Kid Kool, accompanied by the lovely Christina Nash!



Kool runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and duble clotheslines both men. They both go down, but Goo gets back up. Kool drops the young sprout with a Fame-Asser, before ditching him over the top rope... Gruel finally picks himself back up, rushes toward Kid..... but receives a back body drop for his troubles. Gruel is flung over the top rope and crashes and burns on top of Goo the Adventurer. Kid Kool grabs a microphone and shouts at nobody in particular.

"YO! You're lookin' at the bonafide, certified, absotively, posolutely, magnificenly splendiferous, class A, grade A, straight A, 100% pure #InternetSuperstar himself, KID KOOL!!!"

Ann boos for no raisin.

"And you're ALL watching history in the making! I've had ENOUGH of being pushed around by jerks like Travis McCoy! That's why, right here, right now (just like Jesus Jones himself), I'm turning over a new leaf... a black and white leaf!!!!"

Kool shreds his pink and blue shirt, revealing another tee.



Ann chairs him.

KK: And lemme tell ya somethin' dude, it feels GOOD to shed the old skin and proclaim a new day! This is a new era, lady and gent, a day that will live on in infamy!! Now hit my NEW music!!

'BloodLetting' by Concrete Blonde hits and KK springs over the top rope to the outside, with a cocky grin from ear to ear. Ann and Ophelia stand and cheer on the newly 'reborn' Kid Kool as he walks up the ramp... when "mOBSCENE" by Marilyn Manson hits and out steps Kruzifix to the cheers of his chosen guests... not to mention the only fans in the building. Kruz is on the microphone, and he speaks to his special guests.

"Alright guys, I chose two people for you guys, seeing as Ann is coming to XWF and it won't be long before she has her match with Peter Gilmour.. So, SPEAKING of Fatty Gill-Gill, we've got two big boys that know how to put away a steak or six. Ophelia, Ann, please enter the ring, and welcome your opponents in the main event of the night, THE ARBYZ BOYZ!!!"

'Fat' by Weird Al Yankovic hits, and two rotund men, one with black hair, the other with wildly colored locks, step through the curtains and fist bump one another. The commentary team speaks up--

Wes Rivers: Well sports fans, we've come to the conclusionary match of this BIG ppv in 'MAY MADNESS', and what a doozy it'll be!

Rex Winters: Aw hell, those two fat fucks, the Arbyz? I'm gonna check out an issue of Penthouse, lemme know when this shit is over.

Wes Rivers: Will do.

Mick and John Arbyz waddle down to the ring, before rolling inside... but they can't get up!!! Ann and Ophelia lookit eachother, smirking deviously... they both go for the cheap pin, with their feet on the ropes no less.....

Wes: 1,2,3, they get the pin and the win!

Rex: Aww man, and I was just about to cum! Lemme finish right quick....... Ahhh. Noice.

Wes: And the Power Couple have decimated our resident Fat Boy Not-So-Slims, and another WSE event has come to its conclusion... but wait! Ophelia's got a microphone, he's ready to speak to the television audience worldwide!

Rex: Aw hell, I had time for a longer, sexier jerk-off session! I wanted tah SAVOR that shit, n'aw mean? Lemme break out the PentHouse again, this'll probably take a good hour or two.

OM: NICO!!! It seems odd, but it's like I only entered this fed the other day and you were one of the first to meet me. You didn't exactly roll out the welcome wagon, but we're cool now. Your father wasn't just a teacher, but a father figure to my hero, my biggest inspiration, Marilyn Manson. The two of us seem to get along, but I'll do ANYTHING to get out of the slump I'm in, and if that means going through you? You gotta know I won't let that 'W' slip throgh my fingers just for a supposed "friendship". I'm here to win, I'm here to succeed, I'm here to make a NAME for myself, LaVey. I'm ready to break through the ceiling and climb my way to the top of Trump Tower, just so I can plant my flag on the top

OM: I'm ready to climb Mount Everest and gaze down from the peak, knowing that I accomplished precisely what I set out for. Things are about to change, as my running buddy Reeve said, and I believe him. Do you know how much this business means to me, Nico. I traveled across the globe before I even had my first match, cuz I spent all that time learning the craft, studying, doing my homework, and sparring with some of the greatest legends the world of proffesional wrestling has to offer. I've seen it all, but it wasn't until a couple of years ago that I found myself in a real-life, honest to God wrestling company, one that may not have had a tv deal, but one where I learned a lot from. Now, I'm here, and I'm ready to take you to task Nico. We may be cool, you may think I'm 'okay'... but I will define greatness in your eyes. You're a great guy, Nico...

"...but you're not me. But I KNOW...you WISH... you could be. Absolute Truth, my good man. TTFN."

Wes Rivers: Strong words from a man I've never heard of.

Rex Winters: YAY! Now I can get the fuck outta here and bang some shemale lookin' hose beast!

Wes Rivers: You really shouldn't be talking about your wife like that, Rex.

Rex Winters: I know.

Ophelia drops the microphone, and "Prayer" by Disturbed hits, as Ophelia and Ann's ten escorts walk through the curtains, along with the so-called 'Power Couple's new bestie, Holly J from Degrassi. Christina Nash, Kid Kool and Kruzifix walk out as well. Ophelia and Ann head toward the group, and all 18 men and women celebrate on stage as black and white confetti drifts down from the rafters.

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