Sunday, September 1st, 2019 (ish) LIVE! (ish) From The Rogers Centre in Toronto Ontario, Canada! XWF and XWF CLASSIC Proudly Present "XX" 20 Years of the XWF! ONLY ON PAY PER VIEW

We open up outside the Rogers Centre, the camera panning across the cityscape of downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada! The last few straggling fans are making their way into the building to take their place among the 60,000 that have gathered for tonights historic event! XX! The 20 year celebration of the XWF, and a happy reunion for Legends and Legends-to-be of the bygone "XWF Classic" era. Vintage tee shirts of mythical names like Cooper and KoRe are worn proudly, one fan can be seen with a large handmade "HERE FOR JAYZON WILLIAMZ" sign, and there's an excitement in the air as everyone braces themself for the action to come!

Eventually the camera transitions to a red carpet set up at a VIP entrance to the stadium, and we see a familiar face standing by with a microphone.

It's Steve Sayors! The longtime interviewer and backstage reporter smiles brilliantly, welcoming the viewers at home to the scene of one of the biggest shows in XWF history!

STEVE SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "XX"! The anticipation has built for months, and the night is finally here! We've SOLD OUT the Rogers Centre, and all day I've been here as superstars arrived to the building to prepare for farewell matches, and Hall of Legends inductions, and I'll be honest with all of you... I can't WAIT for the show! Everyone is ecstatic to be here, and the contagious enthusiasm has us all feeling 10 years younger! I hope so at least, otherwise someone is breaking a hip!

Steve smiles at his own joke, then his eyes wander away from the camera as he notices a superstar approaching the entrance!

STEVE SAYORS: Look everyone... it's Juggalo!



Steve motions Juggalo over to the camera, and the Bloodhound member makes his way over to Steve still showing signs of bruising on his face after the brawl with Centurion and Maverick two weeks ago.

STEVE SAYORS: Juggalo! It's fantastic to see you here tonight! Of course you were originally scheduled to compete, but a fight with the Wildcards saw you deemed unfit to compete and replaced by Shane ... how are you feeling now, and what are your thoughts on tonight?

JUGGALO: Thanks for bringing up painful memories, Steve. Appreciate it. I'm fine, I've been hit with a lot worse over the years. The Wildcards messed up, they had a better shot against K Money and I... but the Fugitives of Sanity of running roughshod tonight, I guarantee it.

Juggalo strolls away from Steve and down the red carpet to the stadium, and before Steve can react another familiar face appears beside him. It's... it's...












The Insane Delgado! Nobody has seen him in years! Hardhead wears a colorful floral shirt, a large white bucket cap, and dark black sunglasses. He puts an arm around his old buddy Steve Sayors and leans into the microphone.

HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD: Good to see you, pal! You know the XWF can't celebrate 20 years without me here to bring some INSANITY! Looking forward to the show!

He lets go of Sayors and begins to walk away.

STEVE SAYORS: Hang on, can I ask a couple of questions?

HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD: Nope.

Hardhead strolls away and enters the Rogers Centre, leaving Steve Sayors hanging as so many have done over the years. Steve shrugs into the camera and checks his watch.

STEVE SAYORS: Well, it's getting close to show time, we're almost ready to head inside and get things started, so- hang on, Dominator? Is that Dominator?!





The camera spins around and we see the former Universal champion making his way towards the red carpet in a suit that's ready to tear at the seams. The enormous Dominator nods and grunts at Steve.

STEVE SAYORS: Dominator! We heard rumors you were going to be competing here tonight, what happened? Were you injured? Did Mighty Kid have to back out?

DOMINATOR: Don't worry about it.

STEVE SAYORS: Oh, come on Dom! Give me something! I'm trying to do some pre-show interviews, and I'm getting stonewalled! Give the fans something to be excited about!

DOMINATOR: It's XX Steve, you've got Steve Jason and The Brand on the top of the card. If you're not excited you don't have a pulse.

Dominator walks away from a downtrodden Steve Sayors, moving awkwardly in his ill-fitting suit. Dominator makes his way down the red carpet and into the stadium as Steve sighs, unsure what to do next to transition from the horrific interactions he's had so far. After an uncomfortable moment one last face appears beside Steve and slaps a comforting hand on his shoulder. Steve looks up, and his eyes go as wide as dinner plates.

It's...
















STEVE SAYORS: Jason Mudd! How the hell are you?! Are you... are you actually going to wrestle again?!

JASON MUDD: No, no. Sorry to say but those days are long behind me, I think.

STEVE SAYORS: Well, is there any chance we'll get one last edition of the Mudd Pit tonight? I'm sure there are plenty of big names in the building to be interviewed!

JASON MUDD: I hate to disappoint you, Steve, but no. Leave the spotlight on everyone else, I'm happy to be a fan tonight. Actually, I think you're going to be late. They can't start the show without you.

STEVE SAYORS: What do you mean?

Jason Mudd raises an eyebrow and points to the Rogers Centre.

JASON MUDD: Seriously? I was talking to Raven earlier and he told me he was going to let you do commentary.

Steve's eyes open wide, and without another word he drops the microphone and takes off down the red carpet! Steve throws open the private entrance to the stadium and sprints full speed down several narrow corridors, cutting right and left through the bowels of the arena! He bursts through a door and ends up in the arena concourse, nearly barreling into several fans with armloads of snacks and XWF merchandise. He apologizes frantically then runs as fast as he can through the masses of XX attendees, looking for a way to get to the ring. He sees an entrance to the 100 level of seating and shoots through it and past the ushers, assuring them he's a part of the show.

The crowd inside the Rogers Centre rise to their feet as Steve appears, and the X-Tron lights up with his image.

He stumbles down the stairs towards the ring area, fans leaping in front of cameras to get their homemade signs on the broadcast.

"TRUTH UNTIL DEATH, BITCHES!"

"LEE STONE FEARS T MONEY!"

"UNKILLABLES FOR LIFE!"

STEVE SAYORS: Excuse me, pardon me! Almost there!

Steve Sayors reaches the ringside seats and climbs over the fan barricade, not gracefully either. The crowd laughs loudly as Steve pops to his feet and practically dives into the commentary seat, throwing on his headset and starting the broadcast as if nothing had happened...

STEVE SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to XX! I'm flattered to be at ringside calling the action after nearly 20 years working backstage, and alongside me is... hey! I didn't know you were going to be doing this tonight!
















LANE: Aw, man! Raven didn't tell me YOU were going to be my partner! I thought I was going to work with someone cool...

SAYORS: NOPE!



The 60,000 fans inside the Rogers Centre are on their feet and cheering as a large pyrotechnic display goes off at the top of the entrance ramp and the X-Tron begins to play a highlight reel of the past 20 years of action! Steve beams at Vinnie Lane, thrilled to have this opportunity tonight as Vinnie Lane just shakes his head and sighs deeply.

STEVE SAYORS: We've got no time to waste, ladies and gentlemen! Our first Legend is set to be inducted, and it ALL! STARTS! NOW!






The camera cuts to the stage, just off to the right of the main entrance, where we see a fancy looking podium emblazoned with the XWF Classic and Hall of Legends logos. The fans fall silent wondering exactly who's up first when suddenly someone appears on the ramp...












The Canadian fans erupt, stomping their feet loudly in support as one half of Crossfire Productions makes his way out to the stage, his first appearance in the XWF in well over a decade.

SAYORS: Oh man, Vinnie! You're in for a treat! This intro is going to be HILARIOUS!

OUTSIDER STONE: CANADA! Please welcome your new legend HARDCORE SMITTY!

Outsider Stone steps away from the podium and begins to clap, as the extremely confused crowd follows suit.

LANE: Wow Steve, what a riot.

The lights go out in the arena as the classic Down With the Sickness plays over the arena… The crowd goes wild as the red pyros blast all over the arena and the lights come back on with Smitty standing there wearing a Canadian Tuxedo!



He smiles as he makes his way to the podium with a beer already in hand.

HARDCORE SMITTY: There’s not another place on planet Earth would I want to give my acceptance speech into the XWF Hall of Legends! Right here in my home country of CANADA!!!

The crowd pops and SMITTY smiles.

HARDCORE SMITTY: I’ve never been a long winded guy so I’m going to keep this shit short and sweet because there’s so many good matches on this card. If you would have told me fifteen or so years ago when I came to this place that I would be in the Hall of Legends, I would have been asking you how many beers have you had today and where is my beer!

The crowd chuckles!

HARDCORE SMITTY: When I got here, I wasn’t anything special. I could barely keep a over .500 record. It was frustrating! But the one thing you can say about the XWF is that it forced you to be better! From the top of the card all the way to the bottom, it was stacked. There was no such thing as an easy night, an easy pay check. You had to EARN, absolutely everything you got… It wasn’t until I found my tutor, my mentor… Mike Raboin and yes… Our partnership was super unlikely… How did we get hooked up?? A thanksgiving turkey eating contest… Yes you heard that right. A throwaway show where it was optional, bloomed into an awesome friendship. He took me and Stone under his wing, hooked us up with C2 and the Reborn Hardcore Legacy was formed and FUCKKKK was that fun! MIKE helped me fine tune my game, he made me want to get better and well guess what it worked out!!!

The crowd breaks out in an RHL RHL RHL chant.

HARDCORE SMITTY: Which brings me to the most important friendship… OUTSIDER STONE….. Dude! We just had way to much fun and time on our hands back in the mid 2000s… Cross Fire Predictions. Just hanging out, getting better. Traveling up and down the road with my best friend. A guy that has been there through it all and in time should be in the Hall of Legends right alongside of me. I still remember when he was the rightful next inline for a Universal Title shot, he kept saying no. He said it was my time to shine and that when I didn’t want the title anymore, he’d take his shot. We’ve always been a team, and always put the team first. I’m just lucky that I made a lot of good friends in the business from this place from the SEAN GRAVES, to the BARNEY GREENS, to the ERIC ANDERSONS and to all those others I’ve had the pleasure to work with in my career here. I’m so happy that my last match ever in the XWF was against my greatest rival that dates back to many other federations outside of the XWF! SEAN GRAVES! That guy also pushed me to be better and I owe him a lot of thanks. Without him, I probably never would have been in the XWF to begin with!! With that being said… I couldn’t have done it without you guys either. Sticking by my side through thick and thin! Thank you Toronto!! Raise a glass! Cheers to more beers! HARDCORE SMITTY IS IN THE FUCKING XWF HALL OF LEGENDS!!

Beers in the crowd are seen been raised as all of them cheers SMITTY as he slams a beer and Down with the Sickness plays!!

HARDCORE SMITTY: Now what do you say we get these matches started?!

The crowd erupts again as Smitty and Outsider Stone strip off their outfits to reveal custom black and white checkered flannels instead of traditional referee shirts!

They start their walk to the ring. They each grab a bottle of water and go to the opposite sides of the ring. They get up on the apron and take a sip of water. They spray the water out at the same time and they enter the ring. Stone jumps on the second turnbuckle and makes an X with his arms over his head with his middle fingers are out while Smitty does the same in the opposite corner. They switch corner as the crowd starts a loud chant.

“CROSS FIRE!”

“CROSS FIRE!”

OUTSIDER STONE: As a special treat people! This match the referees will be mic’ed up for your pleasure and entertainment!!

HARDCORE SMITTY: Not my idea folks! Not my idea!!

They reach the ring and await the entrances of the competitors. Matt Sharp is first, recieving a nice ovation from the fans that remember his prime back in 2007 when he was running wild on Saturday Night Impact. He high fives several fans and makes his way down the ramp to the ring, sliding in and greeting Hardcore Smitty and Outsider Stone while they await the arrival of Barney Green.



The lights in the Rogers Centre go out as "POP MUZIK" by M starts to play throughout the arena. One single light turns on as we see Barney Green, wearing a black t-shirt with "GreenTV" written on it in green lettering and black shorts with no shoes, standing in the middle of the stage in the spotlight as the house lights return. The fans start cheering as he busts out a couple of dance moves. Green steps aside as Manny The Manly Manatee steps out from the back and does a few goofy moves as well! They hug on the ramp and start walking down to the ring. Green trips and goes rolling down the ramp and hits the side of the ring. Manny goes running down and helps him back up. The fans erupt in laughter as Green looks slightly embarrassed and climbs into the ring and does a few more dance moves with Manny as the music fades out.

SAYORS: I honestly don't even know what to say about any of that.

LANE: Super glad we made you a commentator for the night, then. Think of some stuff while the ref's handle commentary for a while.

Manny The Manly Manatee exits the ring and Barney and Matt eye each other from across the ring. These two have become extremely familiar with each other over the years, and they're looking to kick XX off one on one... ONE! LAST! TIME!

SAYORS: Hardcore Smitty holds the I.D.I.O.T. title high over his head, displaying it proudly for the fans, then hands the belt to Outsider Stone who runs it over to the ring ropes and hands it out to the time keeper!

Smitty checks in with Barney and Matt Sharp, asking if they're ready. Both men confirm that they are, and Outsider Stone quickly calls for the opening bell.

DING!

DING!

DING!

"Mr. WS" MATT SHARP - vs - BARNEY GREEN - STANDARD MATCH - SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE'S HARDCORE SMITTY OUTSIDER STONE

LANE: Ladies and gentlemen, "XX" is officially underway!

BARNEY GREEN shakes SMITTY and STONE’S hand.. STONE yells at him not to assault an official of the match and tells him he will DQ him on the spot while SMITTY shakes his head. MATT SHARP takes advantage hitting GREEN with a thunderous clothesline that makes BARNEY rolls right out of the ring!!

OUTSIDER STONE: 1….. 2…. SKIP A FEW… 99.

SMITTY stops him from making a stupid count as GREEN takes the time to roll back into the ring. GREEN charges at SHARP with a haymaker that misses. SHARP ducks underneath and starts firing off a fury of lefts and rights, knocking GREEN back into the corner. SHARP mounts him in the corner and starts punching GREEN there as the crowd counts them out loud!!

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE?”

No GREEN pushes SHARP off him. SHARP lands on his feet and charges in on him, but GREEN surprises him with a big boot to the face that plants SHARP to the mat. GREEN hops down for a pin!!

Smitty slides into position on one side and STONE is going on the other!!

ONE!











TWO!

SHARP gets his foot on the rope to break up the count. STONE hits the mat for a three count and hops up to his feet, but SMITTY slaps him and shows him the foot on the rope and STONE still doesn’t understand. Smitty pulls out a rule book from his back pocket, showing STONE that a foot on the rope means the count gets broken.

OUTSIDER STONE: THERE’S SOOO MANY FUCKING RULES!!!

GREEN and SHARP manage to get to their feet as SHARP hits GREEN with a knife edge chop that makes GREEN reel into the ropes. SHARP charges, but GREEN flips him over the ropes! SHARP lands on his feet. GREEN turns to face SHARP! SHARP grabs onto GREEN’s eye pack and pulls the string back…





SNNNAAAAP!




As the eye patch comes back into GREEN’s face and GREEN stumbles back into the middle of the ring. SHARP sprints over to the post and climbs to the top as GREEN is holding his face. SHARP comes off the top rope in an axel handle! Intelligent Diversion!!! GREEN just punched SHARP right in the throat!! SHARP rolls around holding his throat gasping for air!! STONE waves off the match as the crowd is confused!

HARDCORE SMITTY: What the fuck are you doing?!

OUTSIDER STONE: No throat punches allowed!!!

HARDCORE SMITTY: What the fuck are you talking about?

SMITTY pulls out the rulebook from his back pocket. STONE immediately grabs the rule book and throws it into the crowd as the crowd roars!!!

OUTSIDER STONE: I Hereby THROW OUT THE RULE BOOK! EVERYTHING GOES!!

Smitty face palms but the crowd roars as THE OUTSIDER STONE has basically made this a NO DQ match!!! GREEN goes to pull SHARP up to his feet! Low BLOW! SHARP already taking advantage of the throw the rule book out, everything goes call from OUTSIDER STONE. SHARP throws GREEN over the top rope and to the mat. SHARP follows. He goes under the ring and pulls out a trash can. GREEN gets to his feet and gets planted with the trash can as it folds into the shape of his head. SHARP throws GREEN over the barricade and into the crowd. SHARP uses the time while GREEN is recovering to throw a table, a chair and a ladder into the ring. SHARP goes to grab GREEN. As he grabs GREEN. GREEN smashes him with a Coors Light tall boy can!!

OUTSIDER STONE: Ha! That fans is out $11.50

HARDCORE SMITTY: No Refunds either!!

GREEN grabs the fans chair and throws it directly into the face of SHARP. SHARP catches it and throws it back! GREEN catches it… BOOM dropkick to the chair which hits the face of GREEN that knocks him back. SHARP jumps on him for a pinfall.

OUTSIDER STONE: Doesn’t he need to pin him in the ring!

SMITTY slides out of the ring and dives over the barricade and starts a count!!!

ONE!








TWO!


GREEN kicks out barely. As SMITTY looks back at STONE with a scowl. SMITTY pulls out his wallet and gives a fan a 20 and takes his beer and chugs it from all the physical exertion. SHARP pulls GREEN up to his feet and throws him back into the ringside area. SHARP hops back in. GREEN is trying to crawl away from SHARP. SHARP kicks GREEN in the ribs while he is down. SHARP throws GREEN into the ring. SHARP follows. GREEN is crawling to the centre of the ring. GREEN gets a hold of the steel chair that was thrown in the ring earlier just as SHARP was about to grab him. GREEN somehow spins and fires off a shot that catches SHARP in the head that send him crashing into the corner. Blood instantly starts to run from the head of SHARP. GREEN throws the chair to the mat. He grabs the table and sets it up right in the middle of the ring. He grabs onto SHARP and hits a Foleyplex. STONE dives down for the count!

ONE!











TWO!

SHARP kicks out! GREEN looks frustrated. He stomps on a still fallen SHARP. GREEN grabs the ladder and sets it up close to the table and the fans anticipation is getting higher as the volume of the crowd grows! GREEN goes up two rungs, turns around and leaps off with a leg drop…. MISS!! SHARP rolls out of the ring and falls to the ground as GREEN holds his ass in the middle of the ring.

HARDCORE SMITTY: 20 bucks says GREEN can’t make it to the top of the ladder without puking!

OUTSIDER STONE: I’ll take that bet!!

GREEN is slow to his feet as SHARP is getting to his feet and into the ring as well. They meet and start firing labouring punches at each other. SHARP blocks a punch and fires back with one that makes GREEN lean up on the ladder. SHARP grabs GREEN by the head and starts to viciously slam his head into the ladder. SHARP back up and charges at GREEN! GREEN somehow finds the strength to hit a spear on SHARP!! GREEN rolls out of the ring as SHARP holds his ribs on the mat! GREEN is looking under the ring for something! GREEN pulls out a light tube! He pulls out a gas jug and a bag of thumb tacks!!

HARDCORE SMITTY: He realizes he can’t drink that right?

OUTSIDER STONE: If it’s diesel, it won’t taste that bad…

GREEN slides back into the ring. He tosses the thumb tacks onto the table and drops the gas can by his feet. GREEN looks at the light tube and waits for SHARP who is on his feet to turn around. SWING!!! MISS! SWING! MISS! SWING! MISS! SWING! MISS!

HARDCORE SMITTY: Fuck Barney! Do you play for the Orioles?

SHARP kicks GREEN in the knee which drops GREEN down to one knee! SHARP pulls the light tube from GREEN’s hands. SWING! HOOOOOME RUN!!! The light tube smashes into a million pieces. Green is now also bleeding. SHARP jumps on him for the cover!!

ONE!









TWO!








Shoulder up!! SHARP is the one who now looks frustrated! He gets to his feet. He grabs the bag of thumb tacks and starts to swing them as a baseball bat nailing BARNEY who is trying to flee but is having a hard time. SHARP hits him with the bag and BARNEY falls to the mat. SHARP opens up the bag and dumps the contents of the bag all over the table thats already set up still. SHARP grabs BARNEY and looks like he’s about to T-Bone Suplex BARNEY! BARNEY fires off an elbow to the head which makes SHARP release his grip. BARNEY fires off a stiff right that sends SHARP into the corner. BARNEY walks around the ring. He grabs the gas can and drenches the table that is also covered in thumb tacks. BARNEY empties the can on the table as the crowd has no idea what is going to happen!! BARNEY GREEN throws the can at SHARP and it smashes him in the head. GREEN follows that up with a corner splash!! SHARP falls to the mat. GREEN picks up the steel chair from earlier and keeps slamming it into the back of SHARP over and over again until SHARP doesn’t move!!

OUTSIDER STONE: STOOOPPPP. STOPPPP. HE’S ALREADY DEAD!!!

GREEN tosses the chair out of the ring. GREEN picks up SHARP. GREEN starts to climb the ladder with SHARP on his shoulder and as he goes each up rung of the ladder, the noise level of the arena only gets louder!! GREEN gets to the top and he sits on the top of the ladder with SHARP over his shoulder. GREEN pulls something out of his pocket! It’s a lighter!!! He lights it and tosses it down and flames instantly shoot up high in the air as 60 thousand plus people are on their feet. GREEN puts his feet on sides of a rung on each side of the ladder and stands up. SHARP spins off of GREEN’s shoulder, grabs him by the head….. They start to tumble….


BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM


CRASSSHHHHHHHHH


SMMMMMMASSSSHHHHHHH


BARNEY GREEN lies motionless in a pile of rubble of a table and thumb tacks as SHARP is slouched over his body! SMITTY jumps down for the count!!


ONE!















TWO!













THREE!

YOUR WINNER: "MR. WS" MATT SHARP (via pinfall at 16:48)

HARDCORE SMITTY: Ugh, it smells like burnt pizza!!!

OUTSIDER STONE: Your winner! And NEW…. I.D.I.O.T CHAMPION!!!! MR. WS!!!

SMITTY and STONE pull MATT SHARP to his feet as the belt is slid into the ring giving the EMTs a chance to work on a still motionless GREEN. SMITTY hands MATT SHARP the title and he hoists it in the air to a loud pop. He slides out of the ring and staggers his way up the ramp. GREEN is still on the mat, but SMITTY and STONE help pull him to his feet.

HARDCORE SMITTY: We might need a forklift… Are we will mic’ed up?

OUTSIDER STONE: I think so.

GREEN stumbles a little bit but he manages to get to his feet and push away the EMTs to another big pop from the crowd. They raise both of BARNEY GREEN’s hands as the crowd pops for him as well.

LANE: I honestly have no idea what just happened here.

Fade out.


The camera transitions to the stage where XWF Classic founder James Raven is standing with a microphone in one hand and a small plaque in the other. He waits as the fans turn their focus from the carnage being cleaned up in the ring, then begins to speak.

JAMES RAVEN: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we honor icons of our sport and we induct Legends to our Hall, but I'd like to take a moment of your time to honor someone who paved the way for all of us. There have been a lot of champions over the 20 years of the XWF... but only one of them can be THE FIRST. Everyone, please join me in giving a warm welcome to MiGRaiNe!

The crowd is stunned, but explode happily as they hear a name they never thought they'd hear announced again. The ovation grows even louder as the once monstrous star hobbles through the curtain with the aid of a walker, and Centurion and Steve Jason flanking him on either side. The applause is so loud that it practically shakes the arena foundations, and Centurion and Steve Jason grin from ear to ear helping the Legend.

James presents MiGRaiNe with a plaque, which the elderly man accepts happily and displays for the fans.





"MY! HEAD! HURTS!"

"MY! HEAD! HURTS!"

"MY! HEAD! HURTS!"

MiGRaiNe smiles as the fans cheer and chant for him, and James tells Centurion and Steve Jason that he can handle it from here. The two legends wave to the crowd and head backstage as James returns his attention to the old man with the walker. James pats him on the shoulder and it's clear MiGRaiNe is nearly moved to tears, when suddenly someone hops the fan barricade and begins to make their way over to the duo! James looks ready to fight and defend MiGRaiNe, but he realizes it's... it's...








SEBASTIAN DUKE!

He holds his hands up innocently and makes his way over to MiGRaiNe, standing nose to nose with the all time icon. After a long and tense moment Duke begins to speak!

SEBASTIAN DUKE: I know exactly who you are, and I'm not a fan. While I may not be a fan, though, I can acknowledge what you've done. You paved the way. You built the XWF from the ground up. You deserve all the credit in the world.

MiGRaiNe mouths "thank you" and the crowd applauds the nice address from Sebastian Duke when suddenly he takes a step back and...

SAYORS: Big boot to the face! OH NO!

LANE: DAMN IT DUKE!

MiGRaiNe lets go of the walker and collapses to the stage like a ton of bricks! The crowd gasps in horror as Duke stomps the fallen legend several times, then cracks Raven with a right hand when he tries to intervene! Steve Jason and Centurion come running back out from backstage but it's too late! In a flash Duke is back over the fan barricade and disappearing from sight. Raven, Cent and SJ check on MiGRaiNe but there's terror in their eyes.

This does not look good.

MiGRaiNe is not moving.

SAYORS: For the love of God, cut away. Show a video package, go to a commercial, anything... just please cut away...

Fade out.


The lights inside the Rogers Centre turn red as “WAKE UP” by Rage Against The Machine plays throughout the stadium. Legion makes his way to the stage, his head covered with a towel, as the fans give him a mixed reaction. The music kicks in with the main riff, and Legion removes his towel, holding it as he makes his way down to the ring.

LANE: Oh snap, he's got a towel. Towels are serious business, dude.

SAYORS: He certainly looks focused.

LANE: Well, my money is on him, but my money would be on a broomstick to beat Chasm.

Legion enters the ring, tossing the towel aside as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle to stare at the crowd. He jumps down, and awaits Chasms arrival.

"MADE OF SCARS" starts playing on the PA system as smoke fills the entrance way. The Toronto fans begin to cheer wildly for their Ontario bretheren, and Chasm walks out and looks around the area! He smiles and starts to walk down to the ring, generally ignoring the response of the fans as he stares at Legion the entire time. He slides under the bottom rope and quickly gets to his feet. Chasm starts to stretch as the referee checks in with each competitor.

LANE: Well, would you look at that... he showed up!

SAYORS: Meta.

The referee makes his way to the center of the mat, and calls for the bell! Here we go!

DING!

DING!

DING!

CHASM - vs - LEGION - STANDARD MATCH -

Legion and Chasm make their way quickly out of the corner and tie up in the middle of the ring! Chasm twists Legion into a side headlock before shooting him off the far ropes and dropping him with an elbow on the rebound! Legion hits the mat and Chasm pounces atop him for an early pin.

ONE!

Legion gets a shoulder up immediately and rolls Chasm off of him. Both men climb to their feet and tie up again. Chasm once more gets the upper hand and spins Legion into a tight hammerlock before shooting him off the ropes once more! Chasm drops flat to the mat as Legion bounces back and hurdles over him, charging to the opposite end of the ring and off the far ropes. Chasm pops back to his feet just as Legion approaches again! Dropkick! Chasm hits the dropkick and leaps on Legion for another pin attempt!

ONE!

SAYORS: Chasm doing his best to end things early!

LANE: Surprisingly his best isn’t that good.

Again Legion gets his shoulder up! Chasm hits Legion with a few right hands to try and wear him down but Legion is able to cover up and roll away, getting back to his feet in the corner and rolling his shoulders. He’s got to find a way to get going, before Chasm is able to capitalize on this early momentum! Chasm stands up and charges at Legion, looking to spear him in the midsection… Legion leaps out of the way just in time! Chasm flies through the ropes and drives his shoulder hard into the steel ring post, shouting out in pain as Legion slides behind him and pulls him from the ropes! Legion rolls Chasm up! The referee slides into position!

ONE!







TWO!







T-

No! Chasm is able to squirm free, kicking out and rolling back to his feet with a slight grin on his face! He knows Legion came within a split second of ending this match up, and so does Legion! The two men circle each other slowly as the fans inside the Rogers Centre applaud them loudly, a loud chant breaking out among the fans in the nosebleeds for their countryman.

“CHASM!” *clap! clap! clap!*

“CHASM!” *clap! clap! clap!*

“CHASM!” *clap! clap! clap!*

LANE: Don’t Toronto and Ottawa hate each other? Why are these people cheering for him? What a strange country.

Buoyed by the support Chasm rushes at Legion and is caught with a sharp leg kick, then dropped to the canvas with a quick DDT! Chasm puts Legion flat on the mat, but opts not to look for another cover! He shoves Legion across the canvas and rolls him onto his back! Chasm quickly retreats to the turnbuckle and climbs through the ropes to the apron, and begins climbing up to the top! Chasm is planning to take to the air! Chasm poses confidently, pointing out at the Canadian fans, when-

Legion is up! He dives for the corner and shakes the top rope, toppling Chasm sending him crashing to the apron with a thud! Legion fires a low dropkick and sends Chasm off the apron and to the floor. The fans inside the Rogers Center aren’t happy as Legion follows Chasm out of the ring and drags him up to his feet before utilizing a belly to belly suplex to send Chasm flying into the fan barricade! Legion quickly lifts Chasm to his feet a second time, this time Irish whipping him hard into the steel ring steps. Legion takes a few deep breaths as he paces around the outside of the ring, the referee coming to the ropes to urge Legion to bring the action back inside. Legion generally ignores him and the referee has no choice but to begin counting both competitors out!

“One!”

“Two!”

SAYORS: Get moving, boys!

Legion makes his way over to Chasm and slowly lifts him to his feet, rolling him underneath the bottom rope. He doesn’t follow though, and remains on the outside to plot his next move.

“Three!”

“Four!”

Slowly Legion makes his way up to the ring apron, but as he does Chasm lunges forward and spears him in the midsection! Legion clings desperately to the top rope to prevent from falling back to the floor!

“Five!”

Chasm grabs Legion by the throat and flips him over the top rope and back into the ring, laying the boots to him immediately! Chasm heads to the corner and climbs up to the top rope… he poses for his fellow Canadians in the stands, waiting patiently for Legion to get back to his feet… MISSILE DROPKICK! Chasm hits a missile dropkick and Legion goes flying! Chasm pops to his feet next to Legions body… standing shooting star press!

SAYORS: I had no idea Chasm still had that sort of athleticism!

LANE: He probably tore something.

Chasm hooks the leg! This one is over!

ONE!








TWO!














THRE-

KICKOUT! Legion gets a shoulder up off the mat, and the Toronto crowd is absolutely shocked! They thought this one was over! Even Chasm thought it was over and he rolls to his feet trying to remain focused and not shout at the referee. Legion stands and Chasm stomps towards him… drop toe hold! Legion catches Chasm coming in, and drapes him across the middle rope! Legion grabs Chasm around the waist and pulls him up…

SAYORS: Knightfall!

VINNIE: A backbreaker from Legion! Chasm is sprawled out flat! As usual.

SAYORS: Rude. Legion with the cover!

ONE!







TWO!















THREE-

NO WAIT! The referee is saying Chasm’s foot was on the bottom rope! Chasm saved himself there, and this match is still going! Legion knows he nearly had this match won, and looks to capitalize on the momentum! He drags Chasm up to his feet and spins him around, he’s setting up The FAITHBREAKER! Legion looks to wheelbarrow Chasm…

THE

RIFT!

LANE: Chasm counters! He hits his TKO!

SAYORS: Chasm with the cover!

ONE!








TWO!










THREE!

YOUR WINNER: CHASM (via pinfall at 10:02)

LANE: Wow... that's just... wow.

SAYORS: The Canadian fans are ecstatic! 60,000 are on their feet and celebrating with Chasm as the referee raises his hand!

Chasm looks thrilled as he rushes over to the turnbuckle and climbs up, throwing both fists in the air. The fans continue to cheer loudly, knowing it's one of the best Chasm performances in years, and it may very well be the last time they see him in action. Eventually Chasm exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp to the stage, posing for the fans one final time before heading behind the curtain with his head held high.

We fade out.


The camera cuts backstage where we see Barney Green making his way over to the catering table, clearly disappointed with the outcome of his match against Matt Sharp to kick off the show. Suddenly he sees the original Fugitive of Sanity, Shane , and stops in his tracks! Shane goes to speak.

SHANE : So, You wanna see Centurion turn my brain to jello, huh?

BARNEY GREEN: It's not like that at all.

SHANE : Uh-huh. A likely story.

Shane pulls out a flask that says "Date Rape Drug" on it in black marker and proceeds to crack Barney Green in the side of the skull! Green falls down to the ground as Shane just kicks him a few more times for good measure.

SHANE : You could have at least wished for mashed potatoes instead of jell-o. Disgusting!

Shane walks away laughing as Barney lays motionless for a few seconds and goes to get back up only to encounter "Dark Warrior" Micheal Graves walking by him. Barney goes to speak.

BARNEY GREEN: Oh, look. Another nutjob coming after me. What do you want? You don't want this at all!

Graves promptly kicks Barney in the gut and hits him with Grave Consequences onto the concrete floor! Graves proceeds to walk off silently as Barney lays motionless on the floor.




The camera focuses in on the top of the stage, off to the right of the main superstar entrance where an expensive looking podium and single microphone stand illuminated by a solitary spotlight. The “XWF CLASSIC” and “HALL OF LEGENDS” logo are displayed prominently on the front of the podium, and the crowd quickly quiet in anticipation as they realize they’re about to be treated to the first Legend induction of the night!

Suddenly a figure walks out from behind the curtain and makes his way through the darkness to the lit podium. It takes the crowd a moment, but they soon recognize his intensity and trademark shaved head.

SAYORS: Holy crap! It’s…















60,000 fans in the Rogers Centre rise to their feet at the sight of Boondock Saint, the XWF Legend and former Universal Champion! He hasn’t been in the XWF in nearly 10 years… but he’s here tonight! He waves appreciatively to the crowd and motions for them to quiet so that he can get started.

DANIEL MALCOLM: Wow... I can’t believe you all missed me that much. Just wow. It’s great to be here and see all of you wonderful fans. I know I’ve been kind of scarce as I’ve just been living life. I promised myself that I wouldn’t come back to the XWF unless I had a good reason to do so, and I think inducting my good friend and rival Zach Rizza is a pretty damn good one.

The fans again cheer loudly as they learn this is the Xtreme Icons induction, and Dan doesn’t quiet them this time. He soaks it all in and allows Rizza to have his moment.

DANIEL MALCOLM: Rizz and I became fast rivals, but we became faster friends. He was always working hard trying to improve his game. He spent countless hours honing his craft and was always “in the lab” trying to find that perfect formula for success. That was the one thing about Rizza. You could never outwork the guy. I may have been blessed with loads of god given talent, but I had to bring a lunch to beat Zach. I may have gotten the better of him more often than not because face it…

Dan gestures to himself.

DANIEL MALCOLM: I’m still that good.

The Toronto crowd laughs and applauds in affirmation.

DANIEL MALCOLM: Just kidding, we all know how awesome Rizza is and he wouldn’t be a Hall of Famer if he didn’t earn it. Rizza is one of the best to ever set foot in the XWF and he completely deserves this honor. Especially after me duping him to do the bidding of this African prince. I kind of owe him for that.

Dan smiles to himself.

DANIEL MALCOLM: Thank goodness I didn’t send him any money because he kept telling about this bank account, but he needed a couple thousand dollars. I think he’s doing something on the internet where he’s sending out emails to people. Or he’s hanging out in Zamunda. I don’t know, I digress. I may have stepped away a few years ago, but Rizza is still plugging away winning titles and being in big-time matches. I still check in from time-to-time and I see him killing it on a weekly basis. He’s the veteran force in an industry that changes so much. You’ve got to tip your hat to a man like that. Rizz I salute you man.

The crowd erupts and gives a standing ovation. Dan quickly tries to quiet down the crowd because he’s got a couple more points to make.

DANIEL MALCOLM: Rizza, here’s to you. We all know that you’re the better half. It is my honor to induct my good rival, my good friend and one of the greats. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give it up for Zach Rizza.

The crowd screams in approval and rise to their feet as "Big Tyme" himself appears on the stage from behind the black curtain!



Rizza holds both arms up in the air and smiles as he makes his way over to the podium, shaking hands with Daniel Malcolm and embracing him before Boondock Saint gives one last wave to the fans and heads backstage. Rizza steps up behind the microphone and prepares to speak.

ZACH RIZZA: I'm not going to take most of your time. There are a lot of talented individuals here tonight that deserve more time than Good Ol' Big Tyme and that's a fact. First and foremost, I'd like to thank...everyone. Most people usually come up here and say that, but truly...thank you. From the top to bottom, from the beginning of when I started in this business so many years ago to right now...I never had to worry about help whenever I needed it. No matter where I was in my journey, I knew that there was always someone there in the back or in the promo room to critique, to judge, to make me a better individual, friend and competitor over my years. I know I may have annoyed a good portion of you, but when you have guys like a Steve Jason, a Jem Williams, a Blizzard, a Trent Gein, a Boondock Saint, an AJ The Exterminator, a Jon Brown and a...Tomoko...Han...ahar...a at the beginning of your career... you would tend to cling to those individuals' styles when you're trying to find your style.

Rizza pauses for a moment before continuing.

ZACH RIZZA: When, while I increasing my abilities and increase my stature with the likes of the X-treme Wrestling Federation contingent, I get to meet wrestlers who shape the way I act, the way I fight, the way I talk, the way that I motivate myself and others: a James Raven, a Ranma Sa-...whatever his name is, I still can never get that, a Dante Anglais, a Heather Halliwell, a Star, a Lunatic, ANYONE OF THE BLOODHOUNDS...I'm still waiting for my invite, boys...anyone up on this stage tonight and a good portion of people that are out there in the crowd tonight, because I know I'm missing a few people who I contacted over the years. Those individuals helped me learn a valuable lesson that it doesn't matter where I am in my career but there's always room for improvement. If there's one thing I can tell the younger individuals out there tonight, it's this lesson that I learned...don't be afraid. ANNOY THE FUCK OUT OF SOMEONE! Don't be afraid to speak. Don't be afraid to go out and talk to someone. Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will only make you stronger and more fierce to go out there and break sticks and turn stone into dust. If you annoy them? CONTINUE TO ANNOY THEM! The only thing they can do is know your name and the best feeling is that one day that someone just comes up to you and say: "Hey, good match kid" or "I saw your promo and you should really do A, B and C."

Rizza pauses again, the fans hanging on his every word.

ZACH RIZZA: With that being said, don't be a dick. Don't just go "Yeah" and move on to do your own thing. You're your own thing but it only got you to where you are. However, if you take their advice and add different aspects that weren't you into the thing that works for you, will make YOU better and will make the people you deal with work harder for you, as well. I lasted so long and gained a name in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation not because I annoyed a lot of people, and I did annoy a ton of people, for that I'm sorry...I lasted so long because whenever I felt like I was burning out...there was always SOMETHING. Trust me, I hit a wall plenty of times in my career here but every time I felt like it...there was someone, something drawing me back to the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. I was dedicated, not only just to myself...but to the people that I put my trust into to put on one hell of a show and that one spark made me come back because I still wanted to impress you...the fans. You mean the world to me and I consider you all not just fans...but friends.

There's a massive roar from the 60,000 in attendance and Rizza is forced to stand behind the podium for nearly half a minute as they cheer and stomp their feet in approval.

ZACH RIZZA: I'm the "X-Treme Icon" because you, my friends, made me that. I wanted to fight FOR YOU and WITH YOU. When I won the Universal Title so many years ago, it took me way too long to realize "HOLY SHIT! I won the biggest title of the XWF on my actual birthday!" mainly because I got letters, got stopped on the street, I think MySpace was still a thing because I remember getting messages about being put in someone's Top 8 multiple times, people decided to make me feel like a king...I had the title in my hand, but that title meant so little to me because the best feeling in this world isn't the gold that is around my waist...it was the acknowledgement of my peers, the people I looked up to, the people that looked up to me, the past, present and future of this company making sure you know what you did wouldn't go unnoticed...I wasn' the greatestt. You were. You were the heart and soul and I was just a cog in the wheel and, ironically, you were also the oil that helped me run to make this place what it is today. To be that small part for so long brought joy to me and to be honored as one of the greats in the history of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation, the place that I was at for the longest time, means the world to me. For that...thank you for making my dream come true. Thank you for making me a better person inside and out.

Rizza steps away from the microphone and then thinks twice and leans back in.

ZACH RIZZA: Oh...and...Fuck Peter Gilmour.

The crowd laughs, but suddenly gasps in horror as Peter Gilmour sprints out to the stage from the back and charges the podium where Rizza is standing! Rizza is looking out at the fans and doesn't see Gilmour coming! Peter hits a jumping cutter on the 6' 10" Zach Rizza and drops him to the stage, quickly rolling to his knees and hammering him furiously with punches!

SAYORS: What the hell is Gilmour doing?!

LANE: Something demoic and sadistic, dude! He's got the jump on Rizza!

Gilmour lifts Rizza to his feet then drops him again, this time with a sweeping DDT! Gilmour kicks the ribs of Rizza repeatedly and finally Rizza rolls away from him and makes his way to the entrance ramp! Gilmour chases after him, pummeling him the entire time! He takes Rizza by the hair and drags him nearly halfway down the ramp before bouncing Zachs head off the fan barricade and then irish whipping him down to the ring. Rizza collapses to his hands and knees in front of the ring steps, and Gilmour hits a running boot to the side of Big Tyme's head. Gilmour drags Zach up to his feet and rolls him underneath the bottom rope before climbing into the ring himself and demanding that the referee call for the bell!

DING!

DING!

DING!

"The King of Xtreme" PETER GILMOUR - vs - "Big Tyme" ZACH RIZZA - HARDCORE MATCH -

Gilmour continues to stomp Rizza in the corner of the ring as soon as this match is officially started, doing everything in his power to finish the Xtreme Icon before he can even offer any offense! The Canadian crowd boos loudly, wanting to see these two hardcore heroes in a fair fight, but Gilmour simply drops to his knees and continues to pummel Rizza mercilessly! Finally Gilmour stands and grabs Rizza by the wrist, dragging the enormous legend to the center of the mat and looking for a quick pin!

ONE!

TW-

Rizza gets a shoulder up off the mat! Despite the sneak attack he’s not ready to pack it in! Gilmour hammers him several more times and presses him down flat to the canvas! The referee drops down for another count!

ONE!

T-

Rizza kicks out again, even quicker this time! Gilmour snaps at the referee, telling him to do his job and make the count! He quickly rolls out of the ring and lifts the ring skirt, searching underneath for several seconds before producing a kendo stick!

SAYORS: Oh!

LANE: Gilly is about to get xtreeeeeme!

Gilmour slides back into the ring with his kendo stick and circles Zach Rizza who’s still laying sprawled on the mat. Gilmour holds the kendo stick high in the air… then brings it crashing down on the rib cage of Rizza!

THWAAAAAAACK!

Rizza rolls around the canvas in agony, clutching his midsection as Gilmour brings the kendo stick down over his back!

THWAAAAACK!

Rizza rolls desperately across the mat and underneath the ring ropes, escaping to the floor! Peter Gilmour follows him to the outside, he’s not giving Rizza any chance to breathe! Gilmour takes a baseball swing with his kendo stick but comes up empty as Rizza was just barely able to duck underneath…

SAYORS: Rizzaliner! Zach Rizza ducks the kendo stick and rocks Gilmour with a clothesline from hell!

LANE: Gilmour looks like he’s out cold!

Rizza kicks the kendo stick away from Gilmours slumped body before lifting Peter to his feet and irish whipping him hard into the steel ring post! Gilmour collapses but Rizza is right there to lift him to his feet again and whip him head over heels into the fan barricade! Peter is laying in a heap as Zach Rizza smiles and poses for the fans in the Rogers Centre!

“Big! Tyme!”

“Big! Tyme!”

“Big! Tyme!”

SAYORS: Who would have ever guessed the fans would be THIS excited to see Rizza in action again?!

LANE: They just like to see Gilly get his ass kicked, Steve.

Rizza grabs Gilmour by a fistful of hair and drags him up to his feet again, but Gilmour rakes Zach across the eyes and blinds him momentarily! Rizza clutches at his face and Gilmour hits a dropkick! Rizza falls backwards into the steel ring steps, he hits the floor and Gilmour has an opportunity! He rushes over to the time keepers area and screams for everyone to get up and out of his way as he snatches a steel chair up and folds it flat! He stomps back over to the ring with fire in his eyes as he screams for Zach to stand up! Slowly Rizza grabs the stairs and pulls himself up to his feet, using the ring post for balance! Gilmour winds up with the chair…

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

SAYORS: Rizza dove out of the way!

LANE: Peter hits the ringpost with the chair!

Peter drops the chair immediately, wrapping his arms right to his body as both are feeling the effects of that steel on steel contact. Rizza dives at Gilmour… SPEAR!

SAYORS: Rizza launches all 6’ 10” of himself at Gilmour and hits him like a freight train!

Rizza rolls to his feet slowly and looks around the floor. He’s not satisfied with steel chairs and kendo sticks, he wants something bigger. He walks over to the ring skirt and lifts it up, rummaging underneath for a moment before delighting the 60,000 fans in attendance by pulling out a wooden table! Rizza lifts the table with ease and hurls it over the top rope and into the ring, then makes his way back over to Gilmour and tries to lift him to his feet. Peter resists and tries to throw a few week punches to Zachs midsection, but Rizza quickly slips behind him and wraps him up. German suplex across the floor! Zach Rizza sends Peter Gilmour flying with that suplex!

LANE: He’s agile for such a big dude, dude.

SAYORS: Strong as an oxe, too! Gilmour is going to need to make some adjustments, and quick, if he wants to take down the Xtreme Icon!

Rizza hauls Peter up to his feet with no resistance this time and rolls him back into the ring. He slides in after Gilmour and pops to his feet… but Peter was playing possum! He rolls Zach Rizza up with a schoolboy rollup that’s so quick even the referee takes a moment to process what’s happening! Finally he drops down to make the count!

ONE!







TWO!



















TH-

Rizza is able to kick out and untangle Gilmours limbs from his own! He shoves the King Of Xtreme off of him and rises quickly, towering over Gilmour and clearly not happy that Peter almost managed to squeak that one out! Rizza looks for another Rizzaliner but Gilmour ducks underneath and bounces off of the far ropes! Rizza turns just as Gilmour launches himself with a big shoulder block! Rizza barely budges as Gilmour crumpled to the mat!

SAYORS: OH LORD! Rizza is a tree!

LANE: Gilly is also dumb as a sack of bricks. That was clearly never going to work.

Rizza lifts Gilmour and tosses him into the corner. Rizza chases after him and hits an enormous body splash! Rizza hurls Gilmour across the ring to the opposite corner and hits a running big boot! Big Tyme drives his boot clean across the jaw of the King of Xtreme, and Gilmour drops limply to his knees! Rizza makes his way over to the table and begins to set it up to the delight of the crowd, all of whom begin to rise to their feet in unison! Rizza returns to Gilmour in the corner and grabs him by the wrist, dragging him over to the table and rolling him atop it!

SAYORS: He’s going to put Gilmour through the table! Rizza is going to the turnbuckle!

LANE: I love this guy!

As soon as Rizza turns his back on Gilmour, Peter begins fishing around in the waistband of his trunks and produces a pair of brass knuckles! Rizza has no idea as he makes his way to the top rope, and Peter is up in a flash and leaps up to the middle rope! He rocks Rizza clean with the loaded right hand!

CRAAAAAAACK!

Rizza drops down, sitting on the top turnbuckle and slumped over! The crowd groans audibly as they realize Gilmour just KO’d the Xtreme Icon! Gilmour wraps Rizza up to suplex him from the top rope…

… but Rizza holds on!

SAYORS: Rizza is still fighting!

LANE: Are we sure it’s not just instinct? I still think he’s out…

Rizza wraps Gilmour up!

SAYORS: RIZZATUDE ADJUSTMENT OFF THE TOP ROPE! Through the table!

LANE: OK, dude! I was wrong!

The table splinters and sends shards of wood flying everywhere as Rizza and Gilmour explode through it! Zach Rizza rolls Gilmour up aggressively, practically folding his body in half in the wreckage of the table! The fans scream wildly as the referee slides in to make the count!

ONE!








TWO!











THREE!

YOUR WINNER: "BIG TYME" ZACH RIZZA (via pinfall at 12:38)

The crowd explodes, leaping to their feet as Zach Rizza sits up to his knees and holds a fist high above his head!

"BIG TYME!"

"BIG TYME"

"BIG TYME!"

They chant for him as he stands, and the referee grabs his wrist and declares him the victor to everyones approval. Rizza looks down at the motionless body of Peter Gilmour in the wreckage of the wooden table, grinning from ear to ear!

SAYORS: What a night for Zach Rizza! Inducted to the Hall of Legends, and victorious in a massive comeback to the XWF!

LANE: Being a Legend is cool I'm sure, but it was Gilmour. Don't oversell it.

The Xtreme Icon steps arrogantly over the body of the King of Xtreme and makes his way to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate. After a moment, he crosses to the opposite turnbuckle to celebrate and steps over Peter Gilmours body again. He steps over Gilly four times in total as he makes his way to each and every corner of the ring, enjoying what could be his final moment in the sun and a happy ending to his XWF career.

Or is it?

We fade slowly away from the ring.




The camera transitions to the podium on the stage as a familiar face makes his way out from the backstage area and waves to the fans as he heads to the microphone.

SAYORS: Hey, that's...










He takes his spot behind the microphone, and immediately begins to speak.

CENTURION: When I first met Tommy, I met her as a weird, timid girl who had q strange obsession with her Elmo doll. Little did I know, the competitor she would grow to become. From our first reign as tag champions to rising to the top of the XWF, Tommy has conquered the odds on numerous occasions. "Unique" is not strong enough of a word to describe Tomoko Hanahara. Maybe "complicated" would be better. Tommy is a happy go lucky girl who is loyal to the end. Tomoko is a ruthless bruiser who will take down anyone around her. We have teamed. We have fought. Through it all, though, I have remained incredibly proud of all she's accomplished. A space in the Hall of Legends is fitting, though they may want to open up three different spots - one for Tommy, one for Tomoko, and one for Elmo. Thank you for all you've done for me and for the XWF. Ladies and gentlemen...Tomoko Hanahara.

The crowd inside the Rogers Centre roars loudly for Tomoko as she appears from behind the black curtain, carrying Elmo as we all knew she would.



Tomoko makes her way over to the podium, but doesn't stand behind it. She has no intention of making a speech, she just wants to enjoy the moment. A long overdue moment.

Tomoko hugs Centurion, then waves goodbye to the fans and leaves her former partner awkwardly alone on the stage.

LANE: That was strange.

SAYORS: It's Tomoko, you have no idea how light we just got off.

Fade out.


The cameras cut back to the ring, and the fans are still chattering after the Hall of Legends presentation of Tomoko Hanahara when suddenly the lights inside the Rogers Centre cut out and plunge 60,000 spectators into total darkness!

SAYORS: What's going on?!

"RUN" by Gossamer hits the speakers, red and white spotlights beginning to circle on the top of the stage and the entrange ramp. The crowd goes from confused to a full on uproar! NO! There's no way this is happening... loud boos and chants of protest can be heard, but it all blends together to become a static of displeasure as the music continues...

... and an old, familiar image appears on the X-TRON...







... NO!









LANE: Holy shit!



SAYORS: No! It's what I was afraid of! The Black Order is here at "XX"!

The fans scan the dark arena desperately for any sign of the madman Cyren, the Bloodknight Rogue, but suddenly a figure emerges from behind the black curtain... Raziel appears on the stage laughing hysterically. The music transitions to "VILLIANY THRIVES" by Trivium, and Raziel saunters cockily down the ramp towards the ring!

SAYORS: I can't believe it! Raziel just trolled everyone! You know I hate to use such strong language but he's really a bad guy...

LANE: Wow, don't get us fined for that vulgarity.

"FUCK YOU RAZ!"

"FUCK YOU RAZ!"

Raziel reaches the ring and climbs through the ropes, ignoring the fans as his music fades out and Mike Raboin walks out to the stage with no music, and heads down the ramp. The crowd are caught off guard by the sudden and no frill entrance, but quickly begin to cheer the XWF old schooler in his first action since 2009!

LANE: No music? Strange. It's almost like this guy is so old nobody remembered his music, and they didn't want to disrespect him and just assign something random like La Cucaracha.

SAYORS: Scarily accurate.

Mike Raboin reaches the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope, taking his corner quickly and staring at Raziel. He's ready to get started!

SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm being told there's a special guest commentator joining us for this match... please turn your attention to the stage!

There's a moment of quiet, and suddenly a multiple time Universal champion and XWF Legend appears on the stage! It's... it's...




















The crowd goes absolutely bananas, and Dynamic Dynamite waves at the fans and slaps several hands as he makes his way down the ramp and circles around the ring towards the commentary desk, winking at Raziel and Mike Raboin between the ropes as he passes them. Raziel and Raboin look stunned to see Dynamite, a man they've each had countless blood stained battles with in the past, and grin to themselves as he sits down at the commentary desk and makes himself comfortable.

SAYORS: Wow, what an honor! Thank you for joining us!

LANE: What should I call you? Dynamic? DD?

[b]DYNAMITE: With the way I used to spank the roster of this place, call me daddy. Thanks Steve, and it's good to see you again! I'll be honest, I wasn't sure about giving this commentary thing a shot when Raven asked me... but the opportunity to potentially call the retirement of these two men was too good to pass up. I was feuding with Raziel for the Hart title 15 years ago, and both of these men became brothers in battle... I'm looking forward to seeing how it plays out. [/b]

Sayors and Lane nod their heads as Raziel and Mike Raboin refocus on each other in the ring. The referee shouts out last minute instructions, and calls for the bell!

DING!

DING!

DING!

RAZIEL - vs - MIKE RABOIN - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH -

Raziel and Mike Raboin make their way slowly out of their respective corners, meeting in the middle of the mat and circling each other slowly. These two men know each other well, and have plenty of respect for each others ability. Raziel offers a hand high in the air, and hesitantly Mike Raboin reaches for it. Raziel double crosses him and boots him in the midsection before whipping him across the ring and into the ropes! Raboin rebounds and Raziel catches him with a scoop slam! Raziel pops quickly to his feet as Raboin rolls to his hands and knees, and Raziel boots him hard in the ribs before grabbing a front facelock and dragging Mike up to his feet. Raziel whips Raboin into the ropes again and sets up for a dropkick, but this time Raboin drops to the mat and slides out of the ring instead of rebounding and buys himself a moment to collect himself.

Raziel slides out of the ring to follow Raboin, and eats a European uppercut for his troubles! Raboin fires off a few more punches then hits a reverse leg sweep that leaves Raziel laid out on the floor and slides back into the ring! Raboin makes his way over to the corner and climbs up to sit on the top rope and catch his breath.

LANE: Is this guy winded already?

SAYORS: He hasn’t wrestled in, like, a decade.

LANE: I don’t care! It’s been two and a half minutes!

DYNAMITE: He won’t quit, though. He may have to be careful with his gas tank but Mike Raboin is always dangerous up until the last second of the match.

Raziel stands outside the ring, and rolls back under the bottom rope and to his feet. He eyes Mike Raboin, perched on the top rope across the ring. Mike Raboin winks at him, and Raziel shakes his head in disgust. Raziel stomps across the canvas but as soon as he reaches the middle of the ring Raboin launches himself from the turnbuckle with a flying clothesline! Raziel sees it coming and rears back… LIGHTS OUT!

SAYORS: Raziel superkicks Mike Raboin out of midair!

LANE: Mike folded like an accordion, dude!

DYNAMITE: I’ve been on the wrong end of that kick! It can scramble your brain for a week!

Raziel takes a moment to soak in the boos of 60,000 Canadian fans before dropping to his knees and theatrically rolling Mike Raboin over to his back and hooking his leg for a cover!

ONE!






TWO!











THRE-

SAYORS: Whoa! Raboin got a shoulder up!

LANE: Raziel is PISSED!

DYNAMITE: That’s nothing new.

Raziel rises slowly and backs up, motioning for Raboin to get up to his feet. Mike is clearly still woozy as he forces himself up to his knees. Raziel lunges forward for another superkick! Raboin collapses just in time and avoids a second boot to the face! Raziel is off balance after the missed kick, and Raboin quickly grabs him and rolls him up with a small package!

ONE!

TW-

Raziel kicks out and Raboin quickly slides out of the ring again to try and recover. Mike Raboin works his way around the floor to the base of the entrance ramp, clutching his jaw still after the fearsome superkick. Raziel slides out of the ring and sprints after Raboin, eventually catching up to him on the ramp. Mike Raboin catches the charging Raziel with a drop toe hold, dropping him face first to the steel grating on the ramp! Raboin pounces on Raziel and tries to lock in a crossface but Raziel is able to defend and both men scramble back to their feet.

LANE: Is it just me or does this Raboin guy kind of look like James Raven?

DYNAMITE: Ugh. Don’t get that started again. Those guys spent years downplaying the resemblance.

LANE: Nice. I’m going to mention it a lot then. At least as often as I mention that I beat Raven that one time.

SAYORS: Oh really? I hadn’t heard… today…

Raziel ties Raboin up and looks for a suplex but Mike dead weights and keeps his feet on the ground, then wraps an arm around Raziels neck. STO! STO ON THE RAMP! Raziel has his head driven into the ramp for the second time in a minute, and this one seems to have done some damage. Raziels eyes roll in the back of his head as Raboin rolls him up quickly.

ONE!











TWO!




















THR-

Raziel kicks out, likely on nothing more than instinct! Raboin hauls him up to his feet and whips him viciously into the fan barricade! Raziel slams into the wall hard, and drops to the mat in a heap. Raboin lifts Raziel again and walks him to the center of the ramp, then whips him brutally to the opposite side and into the other fan barricade!

LANE: Was that really necessary? Really?

Raziel tries to climb to his feet, but as soon as he does Raboin charges him with a massive clothesline that sends Raziel flipping over the barricade and into the seating!

SAYORS: My God! The fans are pummeling Raziel! The fans are beating the hell out of the former Universal champion!

DYNAMITE: Sounds about right. Everyone has wanted to take a shot at Raziel over the years, and now’s their chance!

Raziel tries to cover up as Mike Raboin climbs the fan barricade and yells for the fans to clear out of the way! The fans oblige, leaving Raziel exposed in a twisted mess of chairs, and Raboin hurls himself into the heap with a flying elbow drop!

“HO-LY SHIT!”

“HO-LY SHIT!”

“HO-LY SHIT!”

Raboin and Raziel writhe around in pain on the floor, shoving dented and bent chairs off of them. Raboin rolls over slowly, and drapes an arm over Raziels shoulders! The referee hops over the barricade and finds an open patch of floor to make his count!

ONE!








TWO!










T-

Raziel rolls a shoulder up! The fans roar in disbelief! They were positive this one was over! Even Mike Raboin looks shocked, eyes wide as he lays on the floor and gasps for breath! Raboin rolls slowly to his hands and knees, grabbing one of the damaged chairs and looking at it carefully. He looks down at the body of Raziel…

CRAAAAAAAAAAACK!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCK!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCK!

Raboin slams the chair down on Raziel several times! He’s laying waste to the former Universal champion! Suddenly a young woman grabs the chair and begins trying to rip the chair away from Mike! Raboin wheels around on here…

LANE: Who the hell is she?! Is she special needs or something? Don't get involved!

DYNAMITE: Nope! That’s…



















DYNAMITE: RAVEN HEX!

SAYORS: That’s Raziel’s pregnant wife! Someone stop her, she can’t get herself involved in something like this!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Raven rocks Raboin with a steel chair shot to the head that immediately busts him open, and sends a trickle of blood running down his forehead! Raboin staggers away from the chaos and over to the fan barricade to hold himself up! Raziel drags himself from the mess of chairs and rushes past Raven Hex, hitting Raboin with a furious clothesline that sends both of them back over the barricade to the ramp!

The 60,000 fans in the Rogers Centre LOVE IT!

Raziel rolls up to his feet and drags the bleeding Mike Raboin up with him! He throws several right hands at Raboin, pummeling and walking him all the way up the ramp and towards the stage! Raboin tries to fire back, but Raziel overwhelms him and hits a knife edged chop followed by a spinning heel kick that sends Mike Raboin stumbling backwards! Raboin catches himself against the video wall…

LANE: Spear!

DYNAMITE: Raziel spears Mike Raboin into the video wall!

SAYORS: Sparks fly as one of the LED panels go out!

Raziel holds Raboin up on his feet, then hits a spike DDT on the stage! Raziel covers Raboin and the referee slides into position!

ONE!
















TWO!


















THRE-

Raboin somehow gets a shoulder up!

LANE: OK, maybe I’m a little impressed with this dude, his lack of cardio aside.

DYNAMITE: That’s honestly shocking to me, I didn’t think Raboin would have it in him to keep fighting.

Raziel seems unfazed and doesn’t waste a moment as he twists his limbs around the bloody and depleted Mike Raboin! It’s an anaconda vise!

SAYORS: The Annabel Lee! Raziel has the Annabel Lee locked in!

LANE: Raboin struggles for a moment, but he’s got nothing left! He taps out on the stage and the referee calls for the bell!

YOUR WINNER: RAZIEL (via submission at 14:27)

"FUCK YOU RAZ!"

"FUCK YOU RAZ!"

"FUCK YOU RAZ!"

A familiar chant fills the Rogers Center, screamed louder than anything else so far tonight has been. It's different tonight than it has been over the past twenty years though, there's a respect in their voices for everything the Legend has done. Raziel rises slowly to his feet, looking down at the bloody and mangled body of Mike Raboin, vengeance for 05-05-05 finally achieved. Raven Hex makes her way carefully from the seats to the stage to join him, the two embracing as the fans continue to chant.

DYNAMITE: It's been fun, gentlemen. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to congratulate my friend.

SAYORS: XWF Legend Dynamic Dynamite, ladies and gentlemen!

Dynamic Dynamite removes his headset and makes his way quickly around the ring and up the entrance ramp to the stage, where he joins Raziel and Raven Hex. He extends a hand, which Raziel quickly accepts and shakes it. Dynamic Dynamite stands beside Raziel and holds his hand up high in the air.

"THANK YOU RAZ!"

"THANK YOU RAZ!"

"THANK YOU RAZ!"

Slowly, the camera fades out.


We open up backstage in an empty hallway, several closed doors with the names of various XWF superstars and legends emblazoned upon them. After a moment XWF co-owner James Raven appears, his jaw clenched as he storms past several of the private locker rooms and comes to a halt in front of one.

“666 UNKNOWN SOLDIER 666”

Raven pounds on the locker room door, then throws it open without waiting for a response. Inside he sees Unknown Soldier sitting with Peter Gilmour and telling him how bad ass he was in his losing effort against Zach Rizza, but both men look up furiously at Raven as he stands in the doorway. Raven points at Unknown Soldier, laying eyes on him for the first time since last night when Soldier cashed in his 24/7 case and pinned “The Omega” Robert Main to become the new XWF Universal champion and claim the title from Ravens stable.

JAMES RAVEN: There you are! You think you’re cute, huh? You think you’re clever?

Unknown Soldier says nothing. He continues to stare at James Raven in the locker room doorway.

JAMES RAVEN: You’re lucky, Soldier. If things had been a little bit different last night I’d have flattened you myself before you could ever get your hands on Main, and if Centurion hadn’t already headed for the back he’d have been more than capable of handling your little man child here.

Raven gestures to Gilmour, who stands up defiantly and opens his mouth to argue.

JAMES RAVEN: Shut the fuck up, Peter. Nobody cares what you think. Now let me tell you how this is going to work; I’m not allowing you to walk around with two championships, even if Omega is going to hunt you down and pry the Uni back from your cold, dead fingers… so now that you’ve pulled off your goddamn stunt… I’m stripping you of the Xtreme title, effective immediately!

The crowd inside the Rogers Center gasps loudly. Unknown Soldier is no longer the Xtreme Champion? It’s only then that James Raven looks closely at Unknown Soldier and Peter Gilmour, and surveys the rest of the locker room. The Xtreme title belt is nowhere to be seen!

JAMES RAVEN: Uh… so… give it to me…

Peter Gilmour laughs and slaps his knee, howling at the ceiling as Unknown Soldier stands slowly and makes his way to the doorway. He stands face to face with James Raven.

UNKNOWN SOLDIER: No.

JAMES RAVEN: Excuse me?

UNKNOWN SOLDIER: No. Not unless you want to see if you can take it, I mean. Think you’ll fare better than Main?

James looks taken aback, clearly not having anticipated this sort of response.

UNKNOWN SOLDIER: You said you wouldn’t let me walk around with two championships. I don’t have two. I was never awarded what was mine last night, because Chris Page is still pretending to deserve it somewhere… something YOU let happen. So until I have the Universal belt, I’m not telling a soul where I’ve hidden the Xtreme… nobody besides Peter, here. When you give me my ACTUAL championship, Raven, I’ll give the other back, but MY way.

Peter laughs, knowing exactly what Soldier means by that and loving that Raven doesn’t. Raven realizes he has nowhere to go from here without fighting one of the top stars on his show moments before their match, and sighs deeply.

JAMES RAVEN: What is your way?

UNKNOWN SOLDIER: I want the Xtreme Title to be on the line for Peter's match on Warfare. You know, the one i'm the Special Guest Ref for. You agree to that and I will bring the Xtreme Title with me when I come down to the ring on Wednesday you have my word 666 times.

JAMES RAVEN: Fine. Whatever. We’re going to settle this later. Get your ass ready, your match is next, and I’m putting your championship on the line! Congratulations champ, get out there and defend your castle.

Soldier smiles, but shakes his head.

UNKNOWN SOLDIER: I’m more than happy to defend, James, but a Universal title match this early in the show? I don’t think so. I’LL let YOU know when I’m ready.

Soldier slowly begins to shut the door, leaving it open just an inch and eyeing James through the crack.

UNKNOWN SOLDIER: Hail Satan.

He shuts the door completely in James Ravens face, and leaves the XWF co-owner shunned and confused in the hallway. Slowly the camera fades out.




The crowd is abuzz as the lone spotlight appears on the stage and draws everyones attention to the XWF Classic Hall of Legends podium. After a moment, one half of tonights history making main event takes the stage and waves in greeting to the fans. He makes his way over to the microphone, and takes a moment to collect his thoughts before beginning to speek.



STEVE JASON: So to begin this story, we've gotta go back...

Steve literally raises a hand and begins counting back the years on his fingers before doing a double-take.

STEVE JASON: Fifteen years? God, that's depressing. Well, at least one of us stayed pretty- and I'm not talking about me.

There's a rumble of laughter from the crowd at that.

STEVE JASON: Anyway. Fifteen years ago, a promising up and comer set foot in the XWF. I was riding a high as Universal Champion at the time and wanted to build a Diamond Era, an XWF with talent with the likes you'd never have seen or would see. So I came down to the ring and sat ringside to witness promising up and comers. It was that day that she came down to the ring and absolutely blew us all away with her talent and determination. Even then, I somehow had the feeling that one day I would be standing here giving you the very same speech I am now. I just knew.

Steve draws in a breath, then continues.

STEVE JASON: I would call Heather Halliwell one of the greatest female wrestlers I've ever seen- but to do that cheapens her talent and dedication to the business. She is hands down one of the greatest *wrestlers* I've ever seen. It's honestly criminal that she never got a shot at the Universal title - because I have no doubt in my heart, she would *win* it. I've seen her stare down guys twice - three times - her size and bring it to them. The XWF Legends are a very select group, and there are hundreds - thousands - of wrestlers who tried and failed to take that crown. But Heather has earned it, and not just as a standout woman, but as a standout competitor and a true embodiment of what it means to be XWF.

There are some cheers from the crowd at that.

STEVE JASON: Sure, I'm a little biased. Everyone knows my background with Heather. We've been lovers as well as colleagues. And we've been through our ups and downs, but through it all she's been dedicated to the life we lead and has enriched the business and lives of everyone around her with her presence. Absolutely love her to death, and I'm eternally thankful to have known her and to have followed her through so much of her career. One of the best wrestlers you'll see out there, criminally underrated, sweet as can be but fierce and unrelenting when the situation calls for it. On a personal level, a wonderful companion, an enduring friend, a genuinely amazing human being, and a far better parent than I could ever hope to be. I suspect my kids will end up throwing that back in my face next time I have to read them the riot act, but what the hell.

Steve grins and winks at the camera.

STEVE JASON: Anyway. We've got a long night ahead of us so I won't eat up any more camera time. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my absolute pleasure and honor to present at long last... XWF LEGEND HEATHER HALLIWELL!






Steve grins and steps back from the microphone, holding a hand out as if to gesture Heather to come forward from behind the black curtain, and she does gracefully. The former superstar and current XWF commentator makes her way across the stage with a confident elegance, and she gives Steve Jason a soft kiss on the cheek before stepping up to the microphone.

HEATHER HALLIWELL: I'd like to thank everyone associated with giving me this honor. Thank you to Steve for the wonderful speech, and thank you to James Raven and the XWF for not forgetting about me all these years later... but more importantly, I want to thank the men and specifically the women that were on the roster with me in the glory years. You were all inspirations, and measuring sticks for someone like myself. You were locker room laughs and shoulders to cry on, and you never let me settle for anything less than the constant pursuit of greatness. Tonight, maybe for the first time, I feel seen and acknowledged.

The crowd applauds Heather loudly.

HEATHER HALLIWELL: Thank you to everyone I've shared a ring with, but specifically the two women I share the ring with tonight. Tomoko Hanahara and Star are two of the most underappreciated talents in XWF history, and I'm proud to take this step into legendary status with the women that took me past my limits and made me better. Tomoko had her moment... but I'd like to share mine, and be the one to present Star to the Hall of Legends!






Star makes her way to the stage, appearing before an XWF crowd for the first time in 10 years! She pauses and takes a moment to soak in the adulation of 60,000 in the Rogers Centre before making her way to the podium and hugging Heather.

STAR: Wow…what do I say? No matter how long I’ve been away from the ring, I’m still floored by the impact that this business has had on my life. I’d be lying if I said being named an XWF legend was never on my list of “wants”, and now that I have it, I don’t even know what the hell to say! From becoming Cruiserweight champion, to running with the Blood Hounds, the XWF gave me some of the best moments in my career. Great companies come and go and I’m glad to know that the XWF is still standing strong and acknowledging the great foundation it was built on. I’m rusty as hell at this whole speech thing, but I’ll say that I can’t possibly think everyone I want to tonight, so if I forget you, don’t snap at me. I wanna thank my sisters Angelique and Charlene and my cousin Shara. I know I was a brat and a bitch but you guys put up with me relentlessly and dragged my ass through any days I just didn’t want to be bothered with. The people who were there since damn near the beginning of my XWF career; Extreme Warrior, one of my oldest friends in the business, and all of the Blood Hounds. My fans and everyone who supported me. Heather, thank you for that wonderful induction and a rivalry to rival them all. Just…thank you.

Star steps away from the microphone and she and Heather hug once more before holding their arms high and posing for the raucous crowd. After a moment the duo begin making their way across the stage and down the ramp towards the ring!

SAYORS: Whoa, I think we're getting started with their match right now!

LANE: Awkward.

As the two reach the ring steps Tomoko Hanahara comes sprinting down the ramp and slides into the ring!

LANE: Whoa... she's crazy fast...

SAYORS: Also crazy crazy.

Star and Heather greet Tomoko before the three Legend inductees take their corners, and listen to final instructions from the referee. After a moment, he calls for the bell!

DING!

DING!

DING!

STAR - vs - TOMOKO HANAHARA - vs - HEATHER HALLIWELL - TRIPLE THREAT MATCH -

Tomoko Hanahara comes out of the corner like a bat out of hell and charges Heather Halliwell, who counters her momentum with an arm drag takedown! Tomoko rolls to her feet but is immediately knife edge chopped by Star, who shoots Hanahara off the ropes… Heather Halliwell intercepts with a dropkick! Tomoko Hanahara skids across the mat and Heather turns to Star, but Star is already on her and firing right hands! Star bulldogs Heather to the mat and quickly rolls her over for a cover!

ONE!

TW-

Kickout by Heather!

Tomoko Hanahara grabs Star and drags her up to her feet, hooking her head for a DDT, but Star is able to counter and hits a belly to belly suplex on Hanahara! Star rushes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle but Heather dives and shakes the top rope, knocking Star down to a seated position on the ringpost. Heather climbs up to the middle rope and looks to superplex Star, when suddenly Tomoko Hanahara leaps up to the middle rope as well and tries to help!

SAYORS: Oh no no no no no!

Tomoko and Heather float Star up…






… and over…







LANE: Star flips out of it! She lands on her feet as Heather Halliwell and Tomoko Hanahara crash to the mat!

SAYORS: That’s one of the coolest things we’ve seen all night!

Tomoko is first to her feet and Star bounces off the ropes and catches Hanahara with a head scissors takedown, pouncing atop her and hooking the leg for a cover! The referee slides into position!

ONE!









TW-

Heather drops an elbow on Star, breaking up the count, lifting her up to her feet and hurling her into the corner! Heather charges after Star and looks for a flying knee, but Star spins out of the way! Halliwell slams her knee into the turnbuckle and clutches her leg as Star rolls her up from behind!

ONE!









TWO!









THR-

Tomoko Hanahara kicks Star off of Heather, and keeps the match going!

LANE: Star is RIDICULOUSLY quick.

All three women return to their feet and make their way back to their respective corners to regroup. The fans cheer loudly for this fast paced action between three legendary competitors, but they gasp in surprise when Tomoko Hanahara lunges across the ring and blindsides Star with a brutal crescent kick! Star stumbles up against the ropes and Heather Halliwell flies across the ring with a lariat and sends Star over the top! Heather and Tomoko lock up immediately, they don’t realize that Star didn’t fall to the floor! She’s still on the apron! Heather twists Keiko around and gets behind her, setting up for a suplex, but Star jumps up to the top rope…

SAYORS: Springboard crossbody!

Star takes out both women and takes a moment deciding which one to cover! Finally she pounces on Heather, and the referee slides into position to make the count!

ONE!












TWO!











THRE-

No! Star may have waited a moment too long before making the cover! That was sooo close! Star is frustrated and rests on her knees for a second when Tomoko Hanahara comes off the ropes behind her! V-TRIGGER!

LANE: Tomoko Hanahara hits a flying knee to the back of Stars head! Star may be out!

Hanahara tries to roll Star over for the pin but Heather cuts her off and ties Tomoko up! Halliwell is able to get a hammerlock, and begins tearing at the shoulder of her old foe! Hanahara screams out in pain before rolling across the mat and out of the arm lock, cracking Heather in the head with a roundhouse kick!

Heather collapses…

… right on top of Star!

ONE!











TWO!

Tomoko Hanahara grabs Heather by the foot and drags her off of Star, realizing she nearly lost the match after KO’ing both competitors. She jumps on top of Star to make the cover herself and…

LANE: She gets caught in a triangle! Star timed that perfectly and threw up a triangle choke right as Hanahara leapt in for the cover!

Tomoko Hanahara flops around desperately, trying to get herself free but with each and every wasted movement Star just cinches it in tighter. Heather Halliwell is still out from the kick, she won’t be breaking this up any time soon!

SAYORS: Hanahara stretches desperately for the ropes, and… she tapped! Oh! She just tapped!

YOUR WINNER: STAR (via submission at 8:09)

Star releases Tomoko Hanahara immediately and rolls to her knees. Tomoko shakes her head in disappointment, then holds out a fist in congratulations which Star bumps with a smile. Heather rolls to her hands and knees beside them, realizing what's happened, and she congratulates Star as well.

SAYORS: I can't believe how quick that match was! I thought this could be a show stealer!

LANE: Nah, tonight Star was clearly a step ahead of the other two. They were playing catch up from the opening bell.

The three women stand up together, Heather and Tomoko each raising one of Stars hands in victory before she gracefully raises each of theirs. The fans inside the Rogers Centre cheer all three women, and slowly we fade out.




The camera returns to the stage, the spotlight appearing on the podium once again as the fan in the arena buzz excitedly about which superstar could be next. There's a long moment of silence. The anticipation is agaonizing. “THE ONE” by Slaughterhouse takes over the building with its incredible drums as the legendary “Hate Razor” appears from behind the black curtain!












T-Money is dressed to impress in a navy tailor-made Givenchy suit, sauntering toward the mic. He’s carrying a few papers in his hand, believed to be his speech for the night. Upon reaching the podium, he adjusts the pink and navy floral printed tie to his sculpture fitting suit and lifts the papers up to a comfortable reading distance. He holds up a finger as if to halt things and pulls out a pair of Givenchy reading glasses. After placing them on the bridge of his nose, he taps the mic loudly, and clears his throat even louder before gazing into the crowd with a serious look on his face. He proceeds.

T-MONEY: Kid, you’re welcome.

T-Money balls the papers up and bats it off the stage with the palm of his hand before shuffling off himself, leaving the crowd confused and chattering. After a few seconds, he runs back onto the stage laughing hysterically.

T-MONEY: I’m kidding, I’m kidding! You put a microphone in front of me and you think I’m just going to say 3 words? Please. That’s like taking MiGrAiNe to an all you can eat buffet expecting him to only hit the salad bar... Wait, do any of you remember that fat bastard? I can re-do that joke, but I’m not sure if Barney Green is still fat or not. I digress.

T takes a moment to gather himself before continuing off the cuff.

T-MONEY: Damn, I forgot my sombrero in the whip. Nah, we’re all here to welcome my good homie into the Hall of Legends, my brother from another mother. I never would have met this dude had his mother not vacationed in Mexico where she seduced his daddy and afterwards, sneaking him across the border while evading ICE. And, boy, thank God there was no Trump or “wall” talk then because who knows what would have happened with their citizenship. So many immigrants separated from their families, but alas, Kris never had to suffer such atrocities. He’s actually a pretty rich Mexican whom I’m pretty sure voted for Trump, because he doesn’t like paying taxes. Nobody wants to pull a Wesley Snipes.

Uproarious laughter from the 60,000 fans in the Rogers Centre!

T-MONEY: Anyway, we’ll ask him about his politics later. Tonight, we celebrate. K-Money and I, we came up in this business together. Back in 2001, I believe, where we actually hated each other's guts. Really, I was cool, he was kind of a dick who tried to steal my name from me. He’ll tell you he beat me in a match for the “Money” moniker and I’ll say it was an unfair advantage because I was a brand spanking new, infant to the game. And, I probably had the man flu. I won’t make excuses, though. It started as a rivalry in the ring; a couple of drive-by’s on each other, I “G check” him, he “G checks” me.... It was a seesaw of retaliation. However, we were so much alike, it was almost inevitable us two ultimate thugs would unite. K and I started rolling together, realizing we were much stronger as a duo. We shared a common propensity for hate, no one could venomously breakdown opponents like us, no one could out-wrestle us and no one could match our gangsta. It was simple, we wanted to subjugate the wrestling world, and that we did. [b]THE BLOODHOUNDS. That’s what we became, the name synonymous with organizations of countless three or four letter acronyms. Our dominance on complete display wherever we went. There were many incarnations of the Hounds, but there’s two names that remained constant, T and K-Money. Honestly, he’s gotten me into more trouble than I can recall, too. Case in point, Leap of Faith 2005. Now, I don’t know why this motherfucker thought he was Ron Artest at the Palace of Auburn Hills but, K, decided he wanted to start a damn riot in the crowd. I honestly don’t remember which of us started it but I blame him for literally everything. After he hopped that guard rail, I was tied up in legal troubles for months after punching that pregnant lady. Bro, she came out of nowhere like a collect call from Sewaside in the state pen. That chick was like 8 months pregnant, maybe it wasn’t her fault but she so was close I think the baby kicked me. Kid, thought shit like that was funny, man. If you’ve ever seen Mike Lowry and Marcus Burnett arguing on ‘Bad Boys’, that was always us. We were partners in crime for a long time, we’ve shed blood and spilled opponents blood, captured Tag Team and Stables gold together. Even when others came and went, we still rode in unison. You never seen us step into the ring opposite each other for monetary gain. We could have had blockbuster’s in the XWF, but we chose “Blood” over all of it. My name is often put at the forefront of The Bloodhounds; with good reason, because I’m a supreme deity in this bitch! But this isn’t about me, and I am never one to make it...[/b]

T smirks, the crowd can be heard snickering because even they know what a load of crap that is.

T-MONEY: My name may have been at the forefront, but let’s talk about how K-Money was vastly overlooked often, y’all were really sleeping on son. People like to say that it’s because he lived in my shadow, playing Robin to my Batman, but I’ll tell y’all the truth...his ego could cause a total eclipse. Honestly, I thought I’d never get airtime around him because he was always hogging the spotlight. If anything, I had to work extra hard because he was blocking MY shine. Here in the XWF, he was a machine. Brilliant. You would watch his promos and hear him dissecting his opponents and you pictured those frog’s just lying there, lifeless, getting their little insides removed. By the time K was done spewing hate and making you look foolish, you were empty inside. In 2005, he had one of the most unstoppable Cruiserweight Title reigns in XWF history. I couldn’t even tell you how many matches he won in a row. He never once suffered from that agonizing, debilitating disease that people like Centurion suffered from...what’s it called? Oh, mediocrity. I may not have let him peak up from underneath my coattails often, but if you paid attention you’d know, he’s the greatest Cruiserweight Champion we’ve ever seen. This man should have been in the Hall of Legends a long time ago. While all these new cats are whining about being placed in the XWF Top 50, as if they’re even half as memorable or superior as some of us legends, I’m thinking names like K-Money should be permanently enshrined in the top 10. I certainly don’t know many men that can beat him at his best, and sometimes, most people’s full capacity isn’t even half his caliber. Only time I see him outmatched is when Sabrina neuters him for not doing the dishes. I mean, he’s the fucking GOAT to me, because he made me so much money by putting companies logo’s on our title belts. WHO ELSE WOULD THINK TO DO SOME SHIT LIKE THAT?!

T shrugs.

T-MONEY: 2005, that’s just one year. He’s been around the block in the XWF... though, not in the same sense as Heather Halliwell or Jen Jetson; if they’ve been around the block, it’s because one of their John’s was trying to find somewhere to park the car. No, with him, it’s about all the work he put in, the classic matches, the impeccable record, the astonishing amount of accomplishments which includes XWF World and Universal Title wins, the ability to make everyone hanging out in catering feel special with his homemade Quesadillas. Guys a real sweetheart, everybody loved him. That’s why I bestow this prestigious honor upon him, rightfully so. Let’s get some salsa music blasting! Without further ado; from the Taco Bell fryer as a teenager, to a goddamn professional wrestler, I want to welcome my nigga to the XWF Hall of Legends...Slim Stevie Bone!!! Seriously, K-Money, get out here fam!





K Money appears on the stage from behind the black curtain and acknowledges the crowd before making his way over to T Money and slapping up his old Bloodhound brother. He makes his way behind the podium, and T remains proudly behind him.

K-MONEY: First of all, everybody give it up for T-Money who I beat in the only real match we had, just saying.

T-Money just shakes his head and mouths “20 years ago”.

K-MONEY: For real though, he's courageous for showing up here, I mean you never know when Lee Stone might pop up.

T-Money stares daggers in K's direction.

K-MONEY: We're all waiting for that rematch by the way guys. How bout sometime this century?

Cheers from the crowd.

K-MONEY: Now before we get to fighting up here. I need to thank a few people and trust me it’s a very short list. I have to thank the homies. T-Money of course, my tag partner forever and my Blood Hound road dog. It's been a hell of a trip from beating the shit out of each other in RMWF and NFWA to beating the shit out of everybody else after that. Next up we got Sewaside who was always part of the foundation of the Blood Hounds. By far the craziest and most unstable of the three of us, shout out to you homie in whatever prison you're currently being held in. Next up we have the two who I personally scouted to bring in as Blood Hounds. Juggalo get well soon nigga. Daniel Malcom the Hounds helped you to springboard into Universal Champion status and while you went your own way, you know you're one of us. Lastly who can forget Tomoko Hanahara, Hardcore Jono, and crazy ass Shane ? All members or affiliates of the Hounds at one time or another. Oh, I should also shout out Star, I guess. After that, I need to thank my wife for putting up with my ass for this long and not letting me put the kids on Ebay. Kids, you’re all lucky. Lastly I need to thank the one who was most influential when it comes to my success, THE FANS!

The crowd pops.

K-MONEY: MAN, THE FUCK YOU THOUGHT? Ya’ll ain’t do shit. I WANT TO THANK ME!

T-Money can be seen cracking up in the background. Just as quickly as K-Money had the fan support, it immediately turns to boos. K-Money’s career in a nutshell.

K-MONEY: Seriously, I couldn’t have done this without me. Whenever I wanted to quit I was there to push myself in order to become great. Without me putting in the work then none of this would have ever happened. So, thank you me, YOU DA REAL MVP!

Even more boos from the crowd.

K-MONEY: Lastly I’d just like to say, fuck Raziel and Cyren as single competitors, as a team, as a stable, and as a motherfucking crew and if you’re down with them then fuck you too. Fuck Christian Connolly’s house nigga ass, fuck Centurion, fuck Maverick, fuck Kyle Shane, you're welcome by the way since this is as close to a Hall of Legends as your name will ever get. And if I didn’t mention you by name then assume that you’re on the fuck you list. I’m out.

K-Money holds up an arm triumphantly, and T Money applauds behind him as the fans in the Rogers Centre rise to their feet. The Bloodhounds take a bow, and slowly the camera fades out.


Trent Gein and Famine of the Vile are already climbing into the ring as we return to the action, the "Devils Playground" being lowered from the rafters and secured tightly around the ring. The fans cheer wildly, ready to see some violence from two of the all time extreme icons! Famine and Trent survey the weapons already scattered around the ring, but are careful not to take their eyes off of each other for too long.

SAYORS: These guys have gone to war over the years! We could be in for another!

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

The Canadian fans are thrilled at what they're about to be treated to! The referee checks in with each man, asking if they have questions or concerns before getting started, and then to the delight of 60,000 he calls for the bell!

DING!

DING!

DING!

"The Butcher of Plainsfield" TRENT GEIN - vs - "The Demon King" FAMINE OF THE VILE - FIRST BLOOD MATCH -

Both wrestlers start in their respective corners examing the cell walls and the weapons. Gein not taking his eyes of his signature chainsaw high up.

SAYORS: This is going to be, to quote Peter, XTREME!

LANE: Yeah! It's good to see Morbid Angel again, dude looks in good shape!

SAYORS: ... Vinnie, that's Famine of the Vile. He's on the regular roster.

LANE: Huh?

SAYORS: He's an XWF icon! And Morbid may have died almost a year ago.

LANE: ... Yeah! I know! Pfft, shut up Sayors.

Without hesitation, Trent Gein charges Famine with a ghoulish howl, slamming The Demon King into the corner with a splash. Still letting loose a blood-curdling scream, The Butcher puts his hand in Famine's face, shoving a thumb in the eye and pulling at his beard. Famine roars and plants a firm shoulder against Gein's chest and bowls the butcher over. Famine thumbs his eye and grabs at Gein with a growl, wrapping two hands around Trent's throat and trying to strangle the life out of him.

Gein hollas through choked breaths and places a hand on Vile's shoulder before hopping up and slamming Famine's face down against the top of his shoulder breaking the hold. Famine stumbles back as Gein stands but Vile fires back with a brutal clothesline from hell!

SAYORS: Famine almost took Gein's head clean off!

Gein flops to the mat but Famine doesn't go for the cover, instead sliding to the outside and inspecting the weapons on the wall.

LANE: Look at that dude, like a kid in a candy shop.

Famine grabs a lead pipe and feels the weight, he nods but looks back to the wall tossing the pipe behind him and takes a hold of a railway spike.

SAYORS: A railway spike? Really!?

LANE: We had so many of those in storage, dude. So happy they're being put to good use!

SAYORS: I doubt Famine of the Vile has anything GOOD planned.

Famine turns around only to be clobbered on the forehead by Gein wielding the lead pipe! The Vile One falls against the cell wall, a trickle of blood oozing from his hairline as he collapses into a seated position. Gein throws his arms back with the pipe in hand and swings it towards Famine who ducks just in the nick of time, the pipe rattling the cell wall. He grabs the railway spike out of desperation and jabs the pointed end into Gein's kneecap! Trent falls to a knee and the two men swing their weapons at one another, Famine nailing the blunt top into Gein's temple as The Butcher rocks Famine's jaw! Blood and a single tooth fly from Vile's mouth and both men collapse into a heap on the outside.

The bloodthirsty crowd chant as the ref makes sure both men are still able to continue.

After a minute both men start to stand on wobbly legs and glare at one another. Famine gives a wicked smile, blood falling from his mouth. Trent roars and charges Famine with a tackle but Vile takes the blow and throws Gein into the steel steps at ringside, knocking the top set away as he crashes into them. Gein lies on the bottom steps and Famine walks over to him, plucking a steel chair from the wall as he does.

He aims.

Throws the chair back.

And.

WHACK!

The audience give a pained 'ooh' as Famine sandwiches Gein's head between the steps and the chair. Famine examines the now unusable steel chair and tosses it aside. Famine then looks back to the cell wall and take a plyboard table covered in barbwire and throws it at the foot of the steps, Gein spasms on top of the steel and Famine takes a step up.

He grabs Trent's head and pulls him up to waist height.

He angles himself.

AND...

LANE: DUDE!

SAYORS: DOUBLE ARM DDT OFF THE STEPS INTO THE BARB WIRE!!!

The pair lie on the plyboard, now wrapped in barb wire. Famine raises his shaky hands pulling the wire following by spurts of blood. The fans cry out in a mix of cheers and screams.

Famine tugs away at the barb wire and pushes Gein to his back, throwing an arm over his opponent.

ONE!




















TWO!



KICKOUT!

The crowd pop as Gein raises a shoulder!

Famine kneels in shock as Trent crawls away to the cell wall. The Vile One smacks his hands onto the ground and lifts himself up; turning away from Gein to grab something special. He climbs the wall partway and gets a hand on a huge sledgehammer!

SAYORS: Looks more like a war hammer!

LANE: A maul, dude and not the type where you get those ties.

Famine drops to his feet admiring the weapon when he's frozen in place when he hears te rev of a chainsaw.

The crowd go fucking nuts.

Famine slowly looks around in horror as he sees Gein sprinting towards him, waving the chainsaw like a maniac!

SAYORS: How is Gein able to lift that thing!? Let alone stand!

Gein charges Famine who dives the fuck away as the chainsaw hits the cell wall and Gein cuts down. Sparks fly as the metal separates, Gein unable to pull the chomping saw out of the mess of chicken wire that makes up the cell wall. Famine stands to his feet and plants the head of the hammer into Gein's midsection! The Butcher releases his grasp and stumbles against the corner, slowly bouncing back.

Famine then spins around as if performing a hammer throw and smashes the sledge against Trent's side!

The raw power knocking him through the partially cut wall and out of the cell!

Gein hits the barricade on the outside, his arm limp by his side. He breathes quick and heavy and looks to Famine keeping a tight hold of the hammer, he then looks to the structure itself. Gein makes a rush for the cell wall, hobbling himself up with a busted arm.

LANE: Woah, fight or flight just took over I think.

SAYORS: Or the crazy bastard wants to end this in a spectacular way.

Famine passes to the outside to see the blood-soaked butcher scaling the wall. Famine throws the head of the hammer against the cell, rattling the wall in an attempt to frighten or injure Gein but Trent keeps scaling with all his strength. Famine scoffs and tosses the sledge aside and gives chase.

The crowd go berzerk!

Gein gets to the top and stumbles over himself, cradling his arm he falls into the middle of the cell roof.

Not long after Famine arrives to the top, he stands tall and gives an icy glaze to Gein. Trent stands and rushes Famine with a right hook but Vile pushes his bicep aside and gut punches Gein.

Trent reels and stumbles around holding his stomach. Vile keeps walking ahead, pushing Gein back. Trent tries another attempt but Famine smacks him in the mouth and follows with strong boot to the midsection, causing Gein to get precariously close to the edge.

LANE: Famine of the Vile is like Terminator, dude.

SAYORS: It seems that years out of the ring and age have caught up to Trent Gein, meanwhile Famine's in the XWF now! Constantly training, constantly getting better. This match was one-sided from the start.

Trent gives one last attempt but falls flat at Famine's feet, hunched over Gein sucks in air. Famine pats Gein on the back before throwing a knee into Trent's face sending The Butcher backwards!

His heels over the edge of the structure!

He tries to maintain his balance!

He leans back!

BUT!

Turns his weight and stays on the top.

Unluckily for him.

He also turns his back to Famine of the Vile.

LANE: NO FUCKING WAY!

SAYORS: HELLSEEKER!!! FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL!

Famine latches onto Gein with an RKO and falls 20 feet with him down to the commentator's booth!

Both men smash through the table, splintering it into pieces! The crowd chant,

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

Vinnie and Steve stand to their feet in awe. Lane removes his headset and checks on both men. As does the ref where he sees Famine's hand over Gein's chest.

Both men are still breathing so he makes the count.

ONE!











TWO!





























THREE!

YOUR WINNER: FAMINE OF THE VILE (via pinfall at 14:33)

The crowd leap to their feet as Famine is declared the winner, several paramedics rushing out from backstage to check on he and Trent. The Devils Playground lifts back up from the ring to the rafters as camera flashes pop all over the building to capture the sight.

SAYORS: Famine and Trent are both down! That was a hell of a fall!

LANE: Those guys are machines. I'll have to give Morbid Angel a title shot after that performance.

SAYORS: Again, that's Famine of the Vile. HE would be getting the title shot.

LANE: Yeah man... I knew that.

Famine finally sits up and pumps a fist to the delight of the crowd, and we fade out.




A video package plays, formally inducting Rage into the Hall of Legends. His old tag team partner, Lunatic, inducts him. It’s very sweet, very funny, and generally a perfect HALL OF LEGENDS speech... but unfortunately we have no evidence of this. The cameras must have cut out or something. Just trust us… it happened, Rage and Lunatic were here, and it was awesome.

Maybe someday someone will find bootleg footage of this on YouTube or something. Maybe someday James Raven will edit this broadcast to include whatever footage of this segment ends up surfacing.

For now; only the 60,000 inside the Rogers Centre will know how great this really was. Congratulations Rage.

Moving on.


We cut backstage to the gorilla position where Centurion and Maverick are waiting to make their entrance. The fans inside the Rogers Centre pop loudly at the sight of The Wildcards, beloved icons in their own time. Both men are stretching out and limbering up for the upcoming bloodbath against Shane and K-Money. Suddenly a familiar voice calls out from their left.

NOAH JACKSON: Hey cunt, best get that face ready for a slapping cause your boy Noah is looking to get paid!

Centurion opens his mouth to say something, but before he can Maverick steps between he and Noah, looking all kinds of intimidating as he motions for Noah to step up. Noah immediately backs away while trying to wave Maverick off.

NOAH JACKSON: Whoa, whoa, let's not get ahead of ourselves cunt. It's nothing personal, I'm just trying to make some dolla-ri-doos!

Suddenly there is a loud CRAAACK! as the sound of a steel chair bending across Centurions back draws Mavericks attention away from Noah!

LANE: WHAT IN THE HELL!?!

SAYORS: Did... did Vita Valenteen just attack Centurion from behind?

The crowd gasps collectively in shock and horror! What is she doing?! As soon as Maverick looks away, Noah springs forward and starts hammering the shit out of the back of Mavericks head with some stiff forearms. VV tosses the chair aside and quickly mounts Centurion, slapping away at his pretty boy face with a wild look in her eyes.

SAYORS: VV and Noah Jackson working together? What has become of the XWF?

LANE: Shane has a way of getting what he wants, and tonight he wanted to humiliate Centurion before this match, looks like he found his man!

SAYORS: And woman!

After the initial shock wears off, Centurion and Maverick begin to fight back, but Noah and VV are quick to make a hasty retreat before any real damage can be done. Cent and Mav slowly climb to their feet as Noah and VV continue to taunt from a good distance away.

NOAH JACKSON: No hard feelings cunts!

VITA VALENTEEN: Yeah, and goodluck tonight….

Noah looks to VV with a devilish grin.

NOAH JACKSON: Go ahead, say it!

VV looks deep into Noah's eyes and smirks before turning her attention back to Centurion and Maverick.

VITA VALENTEEN: CUNTS!!!

A huge pop erupts from the crowd as cunt passes through VV's lips. Noah's eyes light up like a Christmas tree and him and VV begin to laugh in an exaggerated manner at the expense of "The Wild Cards" as the camera pans back to catch a glimpse of a very pissed off Cent and Mav.


The fans in the Rogers Centre rise to their feet as The Wildcards appear atop the entrance, posing on stage for the 60,000 screaming fans! Centurion grimaces as he holds his hand high in the air, and Maverick walks with a noticeable limp after the attacks of Noah and Vita backstage a few moments ago! Doing their best to not let the pain show on their faces the duo make their way down towards the ring and strip off their vintage “Wildcard” tee shirts before throwing them into the crowd.

SAYORS: Is it just me or do these two look a little banged up? Shane got his way!

LANE: Shane usually does, Steve. He can be crazy, irrational, and a straight up asshole… but between the ropes he’s one of the best and he’s done everything he could to secure a win here tonight at “XX”!

The Wildcards reach the ring and Centurion makes his way gingerly up the steps as Maverick rolls carefully under the bottom rope. The crowd continues to cheer as they make their way to their teams corner and begin to stretch out and strategize. The cheers inside the Rogers Centre quickly give way to loud boos as Shane and K Money appear on the stage and pose for the fans.

The Fugitives Of Sanity!

Shane and K Money make their way confidently down the ramp to the ring, eyeing the Wildcards the entire time!

SAYORS: These four have a LONG history! Their past goes all the way back to CCWF but tonight… at XX… a raw brutality match will settle things. Looks like Maverick and K-Money are to start.

LANE: What exactly is a Raw Brutality match?

SAYORS: Like a street fight but dirtier.

Shane looks to the announcement table and licks his teeth, shooting a wink to the commentators. Shane is ready for action! So is K Money! So are the Wildcards!

DING!

DING!

DING!

"The Wild Cards" CENTURION & MAVERICK - vs - "The Fugitives of Sanity" K MONEY & SHANE - RAW BRUTALITY MATCH -

SAYORS: And we're underway! Anything goes in a match like this, hope none of you are squeamish at home

LANE: C'mon dude, the people are used to XWF, nothing can make them cringe in horror!

As Lane says this Shane throws a handful of broken glass as K-Money ducks, the glass smashes into Maverick's eyes!

LANE: ... Shit.

The glass blinds and small shards stick from his forehead. Maverick throws an arm out in front of him and tries to feel for K-Money who chuckles ducking under a blind right hook and going to Mav's back. Centurion shakes his head and an idea forms, he gets into the ring and blindsides Money with a club to the back of the neck. Shane hops on the apron like a madman pointing and demanding the referee admonishes him, but the ref don't care.

SAYORS: Oh yeah, anything's legal. No tags needed!

Shane laughs like a maniac entering the ring and throwing a thumb into Centurion's eye! Cent covers his face fumbles over, quickly K-Money stands and gouges Cent's other eye. Centurion doubles over placing palms over both eyes. The Fugitives of Sanity laugh, sadistically. Shane hushes K-Money and motions for him to take a few steps back; they do so and Shane pushes a blinded Maverick into Centurion.

The two snap up and each throw a wild hook into each other's temples knocking one another aside. The Fugitives cackle again until Maverick stumbles into Shane, wrapping a hand on his collar and staring at him through bloody, red eyes. Maverick throws his head back and nails with a headbutt full of glass. Shane is knocked on his ass, blood spilling from his face as tiny shards impale his skull.

Centurion shakes the blindness and throws an uppercut at K-Money whose head simply lifts up with the force but shrugs off the blow. K-Money chops Centurion across the chest, sending him reeling to the ropes. K-Money then fires forward and slings Cent to the outside with a perfect superkick to the jaw.

SAYORS: CASH KICK!

K-Money the joins on the brawl that Shane and Maverick have commenced and intervenes, stiffing Maverick with a right jab before the Fugitives of Sanity push Mav into the corner and send him flying to the opposite.

K-Money rushes Mav, crushing his larynx with a hard clothesline before whipping back to a waiting , kneeling in place. Maverick is slung over to who goes for a low blow but Maverick leapfrogs over and hits the second ropes! He flies off and nails a springboard arm drag on which sends him sailing across the ring. K-Money runs to Mav and the pair collide with charging shoulders.

SAYORS: Like two bulls locking horns!

K-Money goes for a cheap gut punch and gets his arms around Mav's wrist and wrenches his arm before getting into a suplex position but the attempt is blocked when Centurion charges the ring!

LANE: Woah! FOUR!

With a wicked snap of the golf club in Centurion's hands, he bends the club over K-Money's neck who collapses in a heap on the mat. Cent checks on his partner but not for long as Shane hurls some obscenities before throat punching Centurion! Maverick throws a hook but , playing the role of Johnny Cage, does the splits before uppercutting Maverick's crown jewels. Both Wild Cards down, takes the bent golf club and snaps it over his knee, breaking it and admired the jagged edge of the handle.

He throws it down against Cent's leg but only manages to pierce a hole through the canvas. Centurion gets up and quickly hits with a standing dropkick to the chest! Shane stumbles back into the waiting arms of Maverick who drops with a German Suplex with a bridge! The ref counts!

ONE!









K-Money gets back up and tries to break the pin!








TWO!







But Centurion tackles him away and begins to ground and pound.








THR-NO!

Maverick breaks the hold!

LANE: What the hell? Why did Maverick just flop to the ground?

Shane, like fucking Dracula rising from his coffin, raises to his feet with a burst of manic laughter holding a bloody syringe in his grasp. Maverick begins to spasm on the ground and Shane turns his attention to Centurion laying in left and rights into K-Money's head. sprints to aid his partner and begins prison shanking Centurion with the bloody syringe.

LANE: Oh what the hell, Shane! I swear to god if we get a hepatitis crisis I'm gonna flip!

Cent howls in pain from the tiny stabs but manages to get an elbow back and knocks Shane, and the needle, away. Centurion spins around, holding his side and the two engage once more. Centurion dodges to 's back and gets ahold of Shane's wais
but the former owner quickly grabs at Cent's hands and bends the fingers in ways they shouldn't.

Centurion cries out in pain and does the only thing he can think of, throwing his forehead into the back of Shane's dome. The two slow their movements but don't go down, Shane still trying to break Cent's fingers. Cent reels his head back once more and smashes it forward.

And the two collapse away from one another.

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Shane and Centurion lay motionless on the canvas as K Money and Maverick come face to face in the middle of the ring! Maverick cracks K Money with a powerful right hand, but K fires back with a left! Maverick winds up and swings for the fences with a right haymaker… but K MONEY DUCKS! Maverick swings at the air and K Money hits another Cash Kick!

Maverick slumps to the mat and collapses atop Shane !

LANE: Maverick has Shane pinned! Sort of!

ONE!













K Money is immediately able to grab Mavericks foot and drag him off of to keep the Fugitives of Sanity alive! Realizing Centurion and Maverick are both down K takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring and lift up the apron, fishing around underneath the mat for something… and probably something that will do some damage…

Finally K Money seems to find what he’s looking for! He pulls something out from under the ring and it’s… a long black duffel bag?

SAYORS: What the hell is in there?

K Money unzips the bag and reveals…










LANE: Light tubes! It’s a bag full of freaking light tubes!

K Money carefully places the bag in the ring then rolls back underneath the bottom rope and helping Shane to his feet! Together the two men grab several light tubes from the bag and carry them to the corner, sticking them between ropes and turnbuckles to create a wall of glass bulbs in the corner! Maverick and Centurion begin rolling to their feet, oblivious to what the Fugitives Of Sanity are doing in the corner.

SAYORS: Maverick staggers over to Shane and grabs him by the shoulder…

SMAAAAAAAAAASH!

Shane wheels around and blasts Maverick over the head with a light tube! Maverick goes down like a sack of potatoes! Golden potatoes! Shane grabs another light tube from the bag and winds up to take a swing at Centurion… but Centurion ducks underneath!

He wraps Shane around the waist!

1000!

MILE!

SLAM!

…

INTO THE CORNER WITH THE LIGHT TUBES!

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!

LANE: Oh my God! Centurion puts Shane through a dozen glass bulbs! Shane writhes on the canvas, crystalline shards of glass penetrating his flesh!

Centurion tries to pounce on Shane for the cover!

ONE!



















TWO!



















Broken up by K Money! K Money uses the middle rope as a springboard for an elbow drop, and knocks Centurion off the top of ! K Money slaps a front face lock on Centurion and tries to force him up to his feet… he’s looking for another Cash Kick!







…







Centurion catches K Money’s foot! He catches the Cash Kick and leg whips K Money to the canvas, securing a tight ankle lock!

LANE: The Fall of Rome! The Fall of Rome!

K Money flops furiously on the canvas trying to escape! He tries to grab the bottom rope for a break… but not in a Raw Brutality Match! He looks for Shane to intervene and free him… but is still down in a pile of glass!

K Money is trapped!

K Money is going to have to tap out!

SAYORS: It’s Greggo!

Shane Carvers friend, errr manager, errr Shane Carvers something… Greggo… comes leaping over the fan barricade and sliding into the ring with a pipe! He dives at Centurion and clobbers the legend repeatedly over the head! Centurion tried to hold on but can’t and is forced to release K Money who rolls away quickly! Centurion turns his attention to Greggo! He fires a few left hands at the man then grabs the pipe and wrenches it free of his grip.

SAYORS: Uh oh, this can’t be good for Greggo!

Centurion stares at the pipe for a moment as Greggo falls back to sitting with his back against the ropes, completely begging off at this point. He pleads his case to the legend who continues to stare at the pipe for a few more moments before tossing it aside and to the floor. He doesn’t need a pipe to beat the ever living crap out of Greggo! Centurion quickly demonstrates that fact by jumping on top of Greggo and just wailing down on him with shot after shot after shot, beating the ever loving crap out of him!

LANE: Payback is a you-know-what!


Greggo reaches for the ropes and manages to wriggle free of Centurion, using the ring ropes to pull himself right out of the ring. Centurion quickly rolls out of the ring and begins chasing after Greggo who is still begging off as he races towards the back. Meanwhile, in the ring, K Money and now have Maverick all alone while Centurion is completely distracted by getting a piece of this punk, Greggo! K Money, still sore from the Fall of Rome, clutches at his back as Shane lays into Maverick with big right hands. He holds a defenceless Maverick in place as K Money shakes off his agony to blast Maverick right in the face with a Cash Kick!! K Money isn’t done with him though. He quickly lifts the downed Maverick back up to a vertical base and gets him in position before dropping him right back down to the mat with Amityville Horror!!

Centurion, who is now at the top of the entrance way, finally looks back to the ring and realises what is happening now before he begins sprinting back down the ramp towards the ring at full speed.

Back in the ring, Shane goes for the cover on Maverick, hooking the leg in the process!

ONE!

CENTURION IS BUSTING A GUT TO GET BACK TO THE RING!














TWO!

HE’S AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RAMP AND DIVES STRAIGHT INTO THE RING UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE!












THREE!!!

CENTURION BREAKS UP THE COUNT BUT IT’S TOO LATE!! THE THREE COUNT HAS BEEN MADE!! AND K MONEY ARE VICTORIOUS

YOUR WINNER: FUGITIVES OF SANITY (via pinfall at 19:22)

It’s over! The fans boo loudly as centurion slaps the mat in frustration!

LANE: Oh! Just a moment too late for Centurion! He was nearly able to save Maverick, but Greggo and The Fugitives Of Sanity squeak this one out!

SAYORS: I feel terrible for Centurion! He was behind the 8 ball from the beginning! From the attack by Noah Jackson and Vita Valenteen, to having to take on and K Money, to having Greggo interfere! It didn’t seem to matter what Cent did tonight, there was too much working against him!

Shane and K Money celebrate in the ring for a moment before walking past the angry and hurting Centurion and exiting the ring. They laugh all the way up the ramp to meet Greggo, congratulating each other on the victory and how easily their whole plan came together.

Centurion checks on Maverick, wiping blood off his face as he asks if he’s alright. There’s a silence inside the Rogers Centre as medical staff rushes from the back to check on the Wildcards, but Centurion doesn’t let anyone tend to him and tells everyone to help Maverick.

“WILD! CARDS!”

“WILD! CARDS!”

“WILD! CARDS!”

Centurion rolls to his back and takes a deep breath as the fans chant for him. XX was almost the perfect reunion he wanted.

Almost.

We fade out.




The spotlight returns suddenly, illuminating the Hall of Legends podium as the camera cuts back to it and the fans cheer loudly. They know what this means by now, another induction and another potential cameo from a star of years gone by! After seeing Rage inducted without being previously announced, they realize literally ANYONE could be coming out right now... and ANYONE could be the person being honored! The lights dim...




... a figure makes their way out to the stage...













SAYORS: OH MY GOD! I don't believe he's here!














SAYORS: It's Jem! It's Jem freaking Williams!



LANE: I know the name. He's good, right?

SAYORS: Good? GOOD?! He's incredible! He's one of the greatest of all time! He started as a rookie in 2003, and went on to become one of the most decorated and respected talents the XWF had ever seen! A multiple time Universal champion, one half of the Unkillables with Steve Jason... THE REALIZATION IS IN TORONTO FOR XX, PEOPLE!

It's bedlam in the Rogers Center. 60,000 fans are on their feet and leaping around as Jem makes his way over to the podium and stares out at the chaos. He takes a moment to collect himself, clearly touched by the ovation.

JEM WILLIAMS: It has been a long time... a long time, but GOD DAMN does it feel great to be back, if but just for one night!

"JEM!"

"JEM!"

"JEM!"

He lets the chant linger for a moment before leaning into the microphone to continue.

JEM WILLIAMS: A lot can change in a decade. People can change. Places can change. But the XWF here? It looks different; feels different; but, still the same X-Treme fuckin' wrestling Jon Brown envisioned all the way back in '99! Twenty years. Twenty years of blood, sweat, and tears given by countless names, countless Legends in this industry. Names like The Brand. Names like 'Bigg Rigg' John Gambino. Names like Steve Jason, Lee Stone, Kitten, Aiden Collins, James Raven. KoRe, T Money, Fran Damage; and, that doesn't even scratch the surface of the men and women who carved the path in the OLD DAYS that has lead to where we are today.

There's a loud round of applause for all of the names he rattles off, the men and women that helped build the foundation of this company and elevate it over the years.

JEM WILLIAMS: But there's one name that's notably missing from that list of Legends and I'm here tonight to fix that. Tonight we're talking about, hands down, one of the CRAZIEST mother fuckers that I've ever met, both in ring and out. Tonight we immortalize a man who is the embodiment of what the X-Treme Wrestling Federation was, is, and forever will be. Let's take a minute and talk about the man known as Fuzz.

The crowd applauds even louder as they realize who's induction this is. Fuzz, a true icon in the XWF, will finally become a Legend!

JEM WILLIAMS: Fuzz predates any of us. He was here when the doors opened, when Jon Brown was an unknown name and George Dimi-however you say his last name was still signing the paychecks, and for two decades he has put his body on the line against every generation of talent, and more than held his own. He's one of the O.G.'s around here! He's had our respect for so long we forgot that we never inducted him for gods sake!

The crowd laughs loudly.

JEM WILLIAMS: It's long overdue, and well deserved. We all know his legacy; former Universal champion, former XWF owner, and one of the most twisted individuals to ever step between the ropes! One of the most tenacious stars ever, and one of the toughest I ever had the honor of facing; he refused to quit, he refused to lose... and we refuse to forget him for it. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for The Afterthought... FUZZ!

Fuzz appears from behind the black curtain, his trademark hockey mask on as the Toronto fans erupt! Fuzz stands stoically and soaks in the cheers, a changeup to the boos he's grown accustomed to over the years, but on a night like "XX" it's impossible NOT to love and respect Shawn Warstein for his 20 years of incredible effort!



Fuzz slowly removes the hockey mask and makes his way over to the podium, nodding his head in thanks to Jem Williams as Jem waves goodbye to the XWF fans for likely the last time, and makes his way backstage. Fuzz steps up to the podium, and begins to speak.

FUZZ: Thanks. I appreciate the kind words, and I appreciate the induction. Now if you don't mind, bring Ace out here. I'm more interested in getting to work.

Fuzz steps away from the podium and makes his way across the stage, and begins to make his way down the entrance ramp and towards the ring. The fans are absolutely stunned! That's it?! That's all Fuzz has to say?!

LANE: Short and sweet.

SAYORS: After twenty years of putting his body on the line, Fuzz doesn't want a moment of recognition?! He's going to regret this someday!

LANE: I doubt it. I kinda like the move, I'll be honest. Congrats Fuzz, you're a Legend, now kick some ass!

Fuzz rolls into the ring and makes his way to his corner, tossing his hockey mask out into the crowd! Wow! Some lucky fan is going home with one hell of a souvenier! Suddenly "WHITE SLAVERY" by Type O Negative hits the sound system and The Broadstreet Bully appears from behind the black curtain with his eyes laser focused on Fuzz! Ace Vincent begins to stomp down the ramp towards the ring, flipping off the crowd on his way too a loud chorus of boos. Ace Vincent pauses outside the ring, then leaps from the floor to the apron and steps confidently through the ropes!

LANE: We get it, you can jump high.

SAYORS: Ace Vincent is an incredibly athlete, Vinnie. He's a former Universal champion and he's going to give Fuzz everything he can handle.

Ace and Fuzz both ignore the referee as he gives them their final instructions, each staring holes through the other, and finally the referee calls for the bell!

DING!

DING!

DING!

"The Broad Street Bully" ACE VINCENT - vs - "The Afterthought" FUZZ - STANDARD MATCH -

The crowd erupts at the opening bell, Fuzz and Ace Vincent staring across the ring at each other coldly. Fuzz’s face is blank and expressionless while Ace blatantly sneers at his old foe. Ace moves first and stomps quickly out of his corner towards Fuzz! Fuzz has no time to circle away and is forced to tie up! Ace forces Fuzz back into the turnbuckle, using his hand to cover up the Afterthoughts mouth and disrupt his breathing! Fuzz struggles to free himself, but Ace knees him in the gut and doubles him over… elbow to the spine! Ace elbows Fuzz in the back and sends him down to the mat! Ace grabs the top rope and uses it to balance himself as he viciously stomps the downed Fuzz, the referee starting a five count as a warning to stop. Ace stomps Fuzz all the way to four and three quarters of the count before letting go of the rope and holding his hands up innocently. He backs away as Fuzz lifts himself to his hands and knees, then stomps back to the corner… but Fuzz is ready! Fuzz double legs Ace Vincent and catches him by surprise, tackling him to the mat! Fuzz scrambles atop Ace and hammers him with punches! Ace tries to sweep Fuzz but the Afterthought stays on top and looks to submit Ace with a head and arm choke! The referee realizes that Ace has his shoulders flat and slides into position for the count!

ONE!

Ace gets his shoulder up immediately, and continues to defend the submission! He bucks his hips and sends Fuzz flying off of him, and both men scramble quickly to their feet… swinging neckbreaker! Ace Vincent hits Fuzz with a swinging neckbreaker and lays out The Afterthought!

SAYORS: What a counter by Ace Vincent!

LANE: Fuzz is left seeing stars, dude!

The crowd explodes wildly as Ace lays on the mat and gasps for air! What a maneuver by Ace Vincent to buy himself some time to recover! A moment later Ace is the first to his feet, and he grabs Fuzz and drags him back up. Ace Irish whips Fuzz into the ropes and catches him with an elbow to the jaw on the rebound! Fuzz looks dazed and sways on his feet for a moment! Ace grins and sets him up… DDT! Ace DDT’s Fuzz and quickly rolls him over and hooks the leg!

ONE!










TWO!

Fuzz kicks out! The Afterthought gets a shoulder up off the mat and gets out from underneath Ace!

LANE: Way to stay alive, there.

Both men roll quickly to their feet and eye each other, each wary to lunge in and potentially give the other an upper hand! Ace winds up for a clothesline from hell but Fuzz is able to duck underneath it and run off the ropes behind Vincent, hitting a bulldog! As soon as the two men hit the canvas Fuzz begins fishing for a submission once more, dropping down to grab Ace’s leg and secure a heel hook! Fuzz has had a lot of success tearing apart knees over the past couple of months, and he grits his teeth as he struggled to shred another! Vincent quickly recognizes the danger that he’s in and begins to roll across the mat to relieve the pressure! Ace rolls across the canvas to relieve the pressure, but Fuzz is locked on and shaking Ace’s leg like a dog on a chew toy! Ace is screaming out in pain but ultimately reaches the bottom rope and is able to get a break! Fuzz lets go of the submission and climbs up to his feet, motioning for Ace to do the same! Ace climbs gingerly to his feet and Fuzz lights up the back of his leg with a kick before chopping him hard across the chest! Fuzz runs off the far ropes and leaps through the air with a body splash that sends he and Ace flipping over the top rope and crashing to the floor below!

“FUZZ! FUZZ! FUZZ! FUZZ! FUZZ!”

The crowd is firmly behind the newly inducted legend as he stands slowly outside the ring, and clutches his back. The referee is urging both men back into the ring and Fuzz lifts Ace to his feet to oblige. He bounces Ace’s head off the apron, then rolls Vincent underneath the bottom rope and grabs his ankle, slamming Ace’s knee hard into the ringpost!

SAYORS: OOOH! Fuzz is really going to town on that knee!

LANE: Hey, it’s a tactic that’s worked for him since he came back to the roster! Let the man live!

Fuzz rolls into the ring after Ace and lifts him to his feet, backing him into the corner! Fuzz rips a knife edged chop into Vincent’s chest!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

He follows it up with a right hook and two quick jabs, then rips an even harder chop across Ace’s torso!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ace stumbles out of the corner and away from Fuzz, looking a little dazed. Fuzz waits for him to turn around before charging after him… CLOTHESLINE FROM ACE! Ace Vincent hits a vicious clothesline that flips Fuzz head over heels and inside out! Ace drops to his knees and looks for a quick cover!

ONE!










TWO!

Fuzz rolls a shoulder up off of the mat! Vincent rests on his knees, frustrated, but stands up and quickly gets to work turning this match around! Ace stands behind Fuzz as he sits up, flipping over him and driving Fuzz’s head into the mat! Ace quickly pops back up and grabs Fuzz’s leg, kicking him viciously in the knee several times.

LANE: That’s payback.

Ace drags Fuzz all the way to the edge of the ring then rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, then grabs the leg again… and whips it brutally into the ring post!

SAYORS: Payback indeed! Ace is doing exactly what Fuzz did to him earlier!

Fuzz writhes around in pain as Ace rolls back into the ring. Ace Vincent stands slowly, flexing and stretching out his own leg after Fuzz’s attacks, then stomps over to Fuzz and grabs his ankle firing several more powerful stomps into the back of The Afterthoughts knee. Ace sticks Fuzz’s leg between his feet and leaps high in the air, bringing all his weight down on the appendage as Fuzz shouts in pain! Ace kicks him several more times before wrenching the knee and practically trying to tear it from Fuzz’s body! Fuzz stretches out and manages to grab the bottom rope! Rope break!

LANE: Ace taking nearly the full five seconds before letting go there.

SAYORS: He’s never been one for playing nice, has he?

LANE: Don’t know. Don’t know him.

Ace backs away from Fuzz and urges him to stand up. Fuzz tries and his leg gives out underneath him, and he collapses into the ropes! Ace can’t help but laugh, looking out at 60,000 fans in the Rogers Centre and limping dramatically to mock the newly inducted legend! The majority of the crowd boos him loudly, but a chant can be heard echoing through small pockets of the seats.

“ACE IS GONNA KILL YOU!”

“ACE IS GONNA KILL YOU!”

Fuzz forces himself up to his feet just as Ace looks for another massive clothesline, but Fuzz is able to duck underneath and ends up behind Ace!

SAYORS: THE DREAMWEAVER!

LANE: Fuzz with a Dragon Sleeper! That was awesome!

Fuzz squeezes the sleeper tightly! Ace drops to a knee then quickly stands up again, doing his best to fight off the submission! Ace fights to pull both men over towards the ropes but Fuzz shakes him and drags him back to the middle of the ring! Ace Vincent is fading! He grabs Fuzz’s legs and lifts him up to a piggyback position then throws himself backwards to the mat, flattening The Afterthought! Fuzz releases the hold and Ace rolls over into a cover!

ONE!









TWO!














Kickout by Fuzz!

Ace Vincent rolls to his feet, he looks furious! He screams at Fuzz, telling him to get up so that Ace can beat the shit out of him, then gets tired of waiting and puts a front facelock on Fuzz and drags him up to his feet. Ace hits Fuzz with a couple of sharp jabs, then a European uppercut! Fuzz stumbles and Ace chops his leg out with a low thai kick! Fuzz tries to get back to his feet and Ace kicks his leg out again!

LANE: So Ace is sort of mean, huh?

SAYORS: Yeah, it’s kind of the whole gimmick.

Ace pounces on Fuzz for another cover!

ONE!









TWO!







Another kickout from Fuzz! Ace drags Fuzz back up to his feet again, irish whipping him into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a swinging neckbreaker! Fuzz is in serious trouble here, Ace Vincent is taking control! Ace drags Fuzz to his feet yet again! Spinning heel kick! Fuzz staggers back! Ace charges him with a flying knee! It lands flush and Fuzz goes flying back into the corner.

LANE: Ace Vincent posing in the middle of the ring, he thinks this one is about to be finished!

SAYORS: Fuzz is… I think he’s pulled something from his tights…









LANE: Is that… a syringe?













SAYORS: Oh no…









Ace Vincent charges in… Fuzz sidesteps quickly!



Fuzz slides the iconic hypodermic needle into the arm of Ace Vincent, expressionless as the fans realize what’s happening and explode! THE NEEDLE! Fuzz waited until XX, but he’s brought back the needle! Ace’s eyes go wide, then begin to droop!

LANE: What the hell?

SAYORS: It was Fuzz’s trademark years ago! Ace is done, and the referee didn’t even see it!

Fuzz slips the needle carefully back to his tights before the referee can spot it and wraps Ace up…

THE

AFTERTHOUGHT!

Fuzz hits Ace with the roll of the dice and hooks the leg! The referee slides into position to make the count!

ONE!








TWO!









THREE!

YOUR WINNER: FUZZ (via pinfall at 16:43)

It's all over! Fuzz rolls calmly off of Ace Vincent and to his feet, refusing to let the referee raise his hand as he pulls away and makes his way to the corner! Fuzz steps slowly up to the middle rope, face still blank and expressionless, and he stares out at the 60,000 screaming fans in the Rogers Centre!

"FUZZ!"

"FUZZ!"

"FUZZ!"

SAYORS: How can they cheer this?! Ace Vincent could be in serious trouble!

LANE: It's badass, Steve. That Hall of Legends speech, the hypodermic needle...

SAYORS: It's horrific.

Fuzz turns around and sits atop the ringpost, watching intently as paramedics and XWF staff come sprinting out of the back and down the ramp, sliding under the ropes and immediately swarming over Ace Vincent! Fuzz doesn't move. He doesn't blink.

He just watches.

"FUZZ!"

"FUZZ!"

"FUZZ!"

The camera slowly fades out.




"TRUTH UNTIL DEATH!"

"TRUTH UNTIL DEATH!"

"TRUTH UNTIL DEATH!"

The words appear on the X-tron, blinking to an incredible ovation from the fans as the spotlight returns to the Legends podium and illuminates it on the stage. The Toronto crowd knows exactly what's coming next... and they love it! A man makes his way out from backstage... it's...











Aidan steps up to the microphone and smiles to the crowd before launching into his speech.

AIDAN COLLINS: It’s a certainty that—in this industry—that the XWF made Aidan Collins into a superstar. Before I made my may to this federation, I was merely a brash youngster… talented, but without accolades. It was in this company that I elevated my game, refined my skills, and rose to the highest of heights professionally. However, while the XWF made Aidan Collins into a superstar, the XWF did not make Aidan Collins. My character was shaped long before I ever signed my first XWF contract. Plenty of factors made me who I am today: my family; the place I grew up, the greatest city in the World, New York City; the experiences I had as a youth…And of course, a friendship I made as a rookie in the Immortal Wrestling Guild…

Aidan pauses for a moment.

AIDAN COLLINS: You see, when I decided to skip on college athletics in order pursue a professional wrestling career, I was doing it in spite of the wishes of my family and friends. No one really understood how I could give up a scholarship, a surefire way to earn a free college education, for a life of violence. I was giving up a sure way to make my life better for something that could have ended in sheer disaster. I was alone in Immortal Wrestling Guild, struggling to keep my head above water, losing to veterans who I knew I was more talented than. I had no friends, I had no money… I was angry at the world. I felt like I was entitled to do better than I was doing…but more than anything, I was embarrassed. Maybe my family was right. Maybe wrestling was a stupid dream. Maybe I was just not cut out for it…

He pauses again, you know, for dramatic effect and all that.

AIDAN COLLINS: But right before I was about to quit the company, someone reached out to me. It was a newcomer to the federation, but not a newcomer to the sport. He was just as loud and boisterous as I was, but he could also go in the ring with the best of them. He was Mr. Modo Risin, Drake Komodo. Drake had taken a liking to me, mainly because I made him laugh. I was someone who was willing to say whatever was on my mind, regardless of the outcome. We would go out drinking and see who would be the last man standing. More often than not, I’d be the one hunched over, ralphing Jack Daniels into Drake’s toilet bowl while he laughed from the other room, playing video games. We were permanent wing men for each other and we ran through ring rats like they were going out of stock. They were some of the best days of my life.

There's a loud cheer from the fans.

AIDAN COLLINS: But still… Even though I had a new friend, I still lacked something in the ring to push me over the top and get the most out of my god-given talent. I was too concerned with how I was being perceived. I was too scared to lose and, as a result, I lost a lot. Thankfully, I had someone in my corner who could pinpoint what was wrong with me. I can remember Drake pulling me aside after a match and asking me why I was being hesitant. When I told Drake about my insecurities, he responded bluntly with words that I will always remember: “You know what, kid. If you’re so scared of the world… well, fuck the world. It’s Truth Until Death.”

Another loud pop.

AIDAN COLLINS: Now, I don’t know what it is about that phrase that resonates so much with me, but I took it to heart. I stopped caring about what people thought about me. I was going to go out there, do whatever the fuck I wanted, and pick up the pieces whenever I needed to. I was no longer a scared rookie when I was in the ring, I was a risk-taker, a bomb dropper, a Tri-State Warrior. From there on, it was off to the XWF and off to winning many World Titles…but I wouldn’t have gotten there without Drake Komodo. I wouldn’t have even gotten close; I probably would have quit in my first year. You see, when I was down in the dumps, without a friend in the world… I was lucky enough to get far more than a friend.

Another pause. He really milks this one.

AIDAN COLLINS: I got a brother. I can think of no better man to enter the XWF Hall of Legends alongside myself than Drake Komodo. Not just because he shaped me into the man I am today, but because he’s the toughest son of a bitch I’ve ever met. When he’s on his game, I have never seen a man of his size wrestling with the technical prowess that he’s capable of. He’s faced the best and he’s beaten the best. When you go into war, you want someone like Drake Komodo by your side. Ladies and gentleman, I present to you Mr. Modo Risin himself…XWF Legend and my brother, Drake Komodo!







Drake Komodo makes his way out to the stage and recieves an incredible ovation, shaking hands with Aidan before embracing him. Drake steps up behind the microphone and pulls a stack of notecards out of his suit pocket. He looks at them, then looks out at the screaming fans. This is his moment, he's not thanking anybody.

He tears up his notes and throws both arms high in the air.

"TRUTH UNTIL DEATH!"

"TRUTH UNTIL DEATH!"

"TRUTH UNTIL DEATH!"

Aidan and Drake bump fists before making their way backstage. The crowd continues to chant and we slowly fade out.


The lights in the arena slowly begin to dim before engulfing the entire venue in complete darkness. The fans in attendance wait for whatever is next to come as the chimes of a piano begin to play that familiar tones of Hans Zimmer’s "TIME". The screens atop the entrance way are adorned with clips and moments from the career of DANTE ANGLAIS. His first Hart Title victory against Mr. WS and Peter Gilmour, competing at the very first X show, his defeat of Spice One to become United States Champion, his friendship with RJ PALMER and DR. EMO as part of Trinity, his wars of words with JAMES RAVEN, with AIDAN COLLINS, his victory inside of Hell-Dome to become the XWF World Champion, returning to the company to win the X-Mas X-Treme Tournament, to regain the World Championship, to dominate, to destroy, to overcome some of the best the XWF has ever seen...

“You could be the greatest... you could be the best...”

"HALL OF FAME" by The Script hits the speakers and blasts out, loud and proud, as DANTE ANGLAIS makes his way out adorned in an XWF Tee, covered in the names of the greatest to have ever competed in this industry; from THE BRAND to BIG SHANK, from TOMOKO HANAHARA to JEM WILLIAMS, from JAMES RAVEN to AIDAN COLLINS; even some of the modern XWF stars are represented with ROBERT MAIN, THEO PRYCE and others covering the back.

DANTE stares out at the thousands of fans packed into the Air Canada Centre and nods in approval as he removes his XWF shirt and tosses it out into the crowd; a souvenir for one lucky fan. He strides down towards the ring with a real purpose in his step as he looks ready to compete against his long-time friend, foe, family; one of the top stars EVER, AIDAN COLLINS. He climbs into the ring and shuts his eyes, soaking in the atmosphere here in Toronto as a big fight feel engulfs the whole province of Ontario.

SAYORS: I'll be honest, I didn't think we'd EVER see Dante Anglais in an XWF ring again!

LANE: You can say that about nearly everyone on the card.

SAYORS: So?

LANE: Just saying.

The music transitions and "BLOCKBUSTER NIGHT PART 1" by Run the Jewels begins to play and Aidan Collins emerges from behind the curtain and poses for the fans! The Toronto fans go absolutely nuts for Blizzard, applauding as he shows off his tights with "THE TRIBE" scrawled down one leg and "TRUTH UNTIL DEATH" scrawled down the other. He takes a moment on the stage, soaking in the ovation... then points at Dante and sprints down the ramp and dives through the ropes into the ring!

LANE: This one, I'm looking forward to. Aidan talks a lot on social media, and we've offered him plenty of opportunities to come in here and back up his claims. Let's see how he does.

SAYORS: He's one of the greatest, Vinnie!

LANE: To you, dude.

Aidan takes his corner, eyeing Dante the entire time and already beginning to trash talk under his breath. The referee checks in with each man, and finally calls for the bell!

DING!

DING!

DING!

"Blizzard" AIDAN COLLINS - vs - DANTE ANGLAIS - STANDARD MATCH -

A stare-down ensues between these two fierce competitors. Neither man seems willing to back down as they slowly step across to meet each other in the middle of the ring, exchanging a few words before they stand nose-to-nose. Anglais gets a little overly aggressive with his adversary, pointing his finger right in his face in a very demeaning manner. Aidan shoves Dante’s hand away, a move Anglais does not appreciate as that same hand returns and smacks Collins right across his face. A bright red mark appears on Aidan’s cheek as he gently rubs it before nodding his head and bum rushing Dante, taking him down to the concrete floor on the outside! The two men roll around on the floor, throwing kicks and punches like a pair of teenage boys fighting in a school playing field would. Aidan rolls back and charges at Dante again...

CRAAAAAAAAASH!!

Anglais moves out of the way and COLLINS goes, head first, right into the steel ring steps with an echoing thud!

Aidan collapses to the floor as Dante takes a quick movement to regain his bearings. Anglais yoinks Collins by the head and slams his face right into the ring apron, causing him to further stumble and stagger around the ringside area. Dante follows up by throwing Aidan right into the steel ring post that could very easily have given him a concussion. Collins looks like he’s been knocked loopy as Dante knees him right in the gut and tosses him back into the ring before rolling into the squared circle himself.

SAYORS: Dante seems to have the momentum early!

Dante grabs Blizzard and sits him up, applying a tight sleeperhold. Collins struggles to free himself, but Dante keeps him rooted in place and helpless as he wrenches his grip repeatedly. Aidan tries to roll to one side, then the other, but still Dante keeps him trapped in the sleeper. Aidan works to force himself up to his feet, clutching for the back of Dantes head to pin his chin to Aidans skull… jawbreaker! Aidan drops to his knees and rattles the teeth of Anglais, sending him flying backwards and over to the ropes! Dante pulls himself up unsteadily and watches as Aidan gets a running start and does a somersault… rolling lariat! Aidan clotheslines the wobbly Anglais over the top rope and crashing hard to the floor outside!

“AIDAN!”

“AIDAN!”

Collins feels the momentum shifting in his direction, and takes a deep breath before bouncing off the far ropes and sprinting towards Dante… SUICIDE DIVE!

SAYORS: Aidan hurls himself over the top rope as Dante was climbing to his feet, and smashed him like a cannonball!

LANE: Both men go flying into the fan barricade! Both men are down!

60,000 fans inside the Rogers Centre are on their feet, screaming and stomping in wild approval of the action! Aidan rolls around the floor in pain, but Dante is barely moving at all! Neither is close to reaching their feet anytime soon, and the referee has no choice but to begin counting both competitors out.

“One!”

Some fans begin to boo when they realize what’s happening, but the referee continues unwaveringly.

“Two!”

“Three!”

Aidan is the first to roll to his hands and knees and begin forcing himself up to his feet, but he staggers and collapses back to the floor almost immediately.

“Four!”

Dante’s eyes flutter, and he begins to roll to his side agonizingly slowly. Aidan tries once more to make it to his feet, this time using the fan barricade for support.

“Five!”

Aidan finally reaches a vertical base, wincing as he stands up straight and begins to stagger over to the ring apron. Dante makes it to his hands and knees and sees Blizzards back turned, mustering all of his strength to force himself up to his feet and charge Collins!

LANE: Anglais spears Blizzard into the side of the ring! Holy shit!

SAYORS: Language boss, please!

“Six!”

Dante holds Aidan pinned up against the ring, and rolls him onto the apron and underneath the bottom rope. He slides in quickly behind, dropping an elbow on Aidan Collins and then hooking a leg for the cover!

ONE!


















TWO!

Kickout! Aidan gets a shoulder up off the mat! Dante fires two quick punches down at Blizzard and covers him up again!

ONE!






















TW-

LANE: Another kickout! Blizzard isn’t finished!

Dante tries to get another punch off but Aidan catches it and sweeps Dante! Collins is on top and firing away with brutal ground and pound! Dante tries to cover up but Aidan keeps finding openings and hammering him! To the face! To the body! To the temple! Dante tries to roll away from Aidan but Blizzard is able to catch Anglais’ leg!

SAYORS: He’s fighting for a kneebar! He’s going to try and tear Dante’s leg off here!

Dante shouts out in pain and rolls furiously to try and relieve the pressure, but Aidan has the leglock in tight and is ready to adjust his grip if necessary! Anglais flattens out… and reaches the bottom rope! Rope break! Aidan is disappointed and lets go of the submission, rolling away from Dante and back to his feet. Dante uses the ropes to pull himself back up, turning to Aidan with a grimace.

The two men engage again and Dante knees Aidan hard in the rib-cage, pushing him back into the corner before blasting him right in the face with a hard right forearm smash that dazes Collins. Dante lifts Aidan up and places him into a seated position on the top rope, following it up with a huge uppercut right to the jaw. Collins clings onto the top rope with what little awareness he currently has, attempting to avoid falling off and down to the concrete floor. Dante climbs up onto the top rope himself and pulls Aidan up onto his feet, to a standing position on the very top rope. Anglais hooks his arm around Collins’ neck and sets him up for a Superplex, heaving him high into the air…

LANE: BUT AIDAN COUNTERS!!

SAYORS: TORNADO DDT OFF THE TOP ROPE, SPIKING DANTE’S HEAD RIGHT INTO THE MAT!!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

That’s the chant that echoes throughout the venue as both men are laid out in the middle of the ring!

Aidan is the first to move, dragging himself towards Anglais and pushes Dante over onto his back before draping an arm across his chest!

ONE!















TWO!

SAYORS: SHOULDER UP!!

LANE: ANGLAIS SHOOTS HIS SHOULDER OFF THE MAT BEFORE THE THREE!!

Both men lay on the mat, clearly exhausted and gasping for breath. The Toronto crowd cheers wildly as slowly Blizzard rolls to his hands and knees and begins to crawl towards the corner. Aidan pulls himself up, using the ropes for support, and climbs slowly up the turnbuckle! He’s going to the air!

Aidan site, perched on the top rope, and surveys the Rogers Centre crowd...










Collins leaps off the top rope and...


LANE: RIGHT INTO AN UPRISING!!!

SAYORS: POTENTIALLY A LAST ROLL OF THE DICE UPRISING OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE, DRIVING AIDAN’S HEAD AND FACE RIGHT INTO THE COLD, HARD CANVAS!!

Both men are completely laid out on the mat, breathing heavy and looking like they’re both absolutely exhausted. The whole of the Rogers Centre is deathly still as everyone in the arena just waits for any sign of life from either man after a good thirty seconds of nothing from either man, a jolt movement from Dante gets the fans breathing again as he attempts to get to his feet, barely even aware of where the hell he is at! He throws his body weight vertically to move himself into a seated upright position before rolling onto his stomach and crawling towards the ring ropes. Anglais reaches up and uses those same ropes to get up and onto his feet but, just behind him, Aidan is on a knee himself! Collins gets both feet down and stumbles to his feet as Dante uses the top rope to prop himself up. Aidan stares at the back of Dante’s head with a fire in his eyes and waves for him to turn around as the fans are on the edge of their seats!



DANTE TURNS AROUND...



AIDAN RUNS AT HIM...



HE’S GOING FOR THE ICE PICK...



BUT ANGLAIS LEAP FROGS...



COLLINS BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES...



ANGLAIS IS POISED...



ICE PICK!!

ANGLAIS TRIED TO COUNTER WITH ANOTHER UPRISING BUT BLIZ WAS READY AND FLATTENS HIM WITH AN ICE PICK, COLLAPSING WITH HIS BODY ATOP ANGLAIS!!

ONE!



















TWO!

















THR-

KICK OUT!!!

LANE: AT TWO AND A HALF, DANTE BARELY (AND I MEAN BARELY) MANAGES TO KICK OUT!!

The look in Aidan’s eyes tells a story; one wishing Dante would simply concede defeat than of frustration. He slams his hand against the mat three times before motioning a three towards the referee who shakes his head and motions two in response. Aidan shakes his head and climbs to his feet. He grabs the prone Dante by the hair and drags him up to his feet, nailing him with a hard right hand as he does so.

AIDAN: STAY DOWN!!

DANTE shakes his head as COLLINS nails ANGLAIS with another hard right hand.

AIDAN: JUST STAY DOWN!!

Once again, DANTE shakes his head, refusing to quit.

AIDAN: STAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!

AIDAN swings for the fences with the biggest right hand he can possibly muster- but DANTE ducks underneath it!

ANGLAIS HOOKS COLLINS UP AND NAILS A SECOND UPRISING-BUT WAIT!!

SAYORS: INSTEAD OF RELEASING THE HOLD, DANTE ROLLS RIGHT THROUGH...

LANE: AND LANDS A THIRD UPRISING!!!

COLLINS IS OUT, HIS BODY SLUMP ON THE CANVAS AS DANTE ROLLS HIM ONTO HIS BACK AND HE HOOKS THE LEG!!

ONE!











TWO!


























THREE!

YOUR WINNER: DANTE ANGLAIS (via pinfall at 16:20)

SAYORS: Dante did it! He beat the Legendary Aidan Collins!

LANE: Surprise, surprise. Aidan doesn't show up when it count.

SAYORS: Don't kick a man when he's down, Vinnie!

Dante bounds to his feet and runs to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle and pounding his chest repeatedly to remind the crowd that he is the BEST! IN! THE! WORLD! Dante makes his way to each of the four turnbuckles to celebrate as Aidan rolls out of the ring, disapointed in tonights outcome, and heads backstage. There's a mixed reaction for Dante's victory, but no denying everything he's done in his career.

Almost begrudgingly, the fans throw him a bone.

"ANGLAIS!"

"ANGLAIS!"

"ANGLAIS!"

He doesn't care. He hates them all anyways. We fade out.




The camera cuts back up to the stage, zooming slowly to the podium to the right of the entrance ramp. The singular spotlight pools around the podium once more, reflecting off the golden logos of XWF Classic and the Hall of Legends displayed proudly on the front. The fans are quiet, anticipating the next induction from the edge of their seats!

After a long moment…

“THE ANTIDOTE” by Story of the Year begins to play over the speakers, and every single fan in the building leaps to their feet as a man they haven’t seen in years appears from behind the black curtain. It’s...











The former Universal Champion and Suicide Kings co-founder holds up a hand, waving to the fans in appreciation as he heads slowly over to the podium and adjusts the microphone.

BIG SHANK: You know, when I first got asked to induct Ranma Saotome into the Hall of Legends I actually said no. It’s not that I didn’t care about him or that I didn’t want to (read: I was lazy) but moreso that I’m not sure I can induct anyone without burying them and putting myself over – and that wasn’t really fair to anyone. Much less to someone as important to XWF history as Ranma was. But then I thought about it, and I realized Ranma and I are tied together forever in the same way that you can’t think of the Patriots without thinking about Eli Manning. Or the Bulls without thinking about MJ deciding to try baseball. Or even the Edmonton Oilers without thinking about how badly Gretzky’s wife wanted to live in Los Angeles. So Ranma, for you and you only – and just this once - I will gladly be the less version of Eli Manning, that goddamn mouth breathing dummy.

The fans applaud loudly, an enormous ovation for the career of Ranma Saotome.

BIG SHANK: Ranma danced through XWF history having exactly one thing going against him – The Ryan brothers fucking loved him, and in spite of that I still found a way to like the guy. It helped that Chad hated him, in my book that’s a hell of a starting point. Ranma was probably the only guy you could get in the ring with and not take things personally. You never felt like any less of a person when Ranma beat you, well that’s what people tell me anyway (One cheap shot, if you didn’t see that one coming Ranma then you picked the wrong person to stand here and talk about you.) The best way for me to describe Ranma is that ten years ago, at X, he and I went at it. He was in the middle of a dominant run as the Universal Champion I challenged him when I thought it was going to be an exhibition match. He accepted, and I knew he would – because much like everybody else who has ever competed, we HAD to know who would win. What I didn’t expect was that he not only accepted but he put the belt on the line. He didn’t have to do that, but he did, because that’s who Ranma is.

The fans applaud loudly again at the mention of Big Shank vs. Ranma Saotome, one of the greatest matches of the late XWF Classic era and a highlight of the “X” 10 year anniversary show.

BIG SHANK: I remember a lot of things about X – I remember Steve Jason and Rigg, I remember Blizz and Lee Stone, I remember – actually, those are the only things I remember from that night. But I know how many people have come up to me since then and told me they remember Ranma and I banging like no two men not named Cyren and Krazy Kidd have ever banged before. Dammit, that might have been a poor choice of verb. We battled like nobody has ever battled before. And we did it because we had to know…

Big Shank trails off, taking himself back to that moment 10 years ago. He shakes his head slowly and refocuses.

BIG SHANK: A few days later FuZz disappeared and I was left holding the bag of the XWF. I made two calls – I called Raven and then I called Ranma. Because I knew if I was going to keep this place alive I needed Ranma. Because as a competitor I HAD to beat him, and as an owner and manager, I HAD to sign him. That’s Ranma Saotome. He’s the Tolkien to my George R.R. Martin, he’s the shot of espresso to my whiskey, he’s one of the best and today he’s a legend…

Big Shank takes a step back from the microphone and applauds as the fans give another ovation to the man himself, and Ranma Saotome makes his way out to the stage with a soft smile and appreciative wave.



RANMA SAOTOME SPEECH

FADE OUT


Suicide Kings and Flatline Crew entrances.

DING!

DING!

DING!

"The Flatline Crew" BIGG RIGG JOHN GAMBINO & SUPERBALLS w/ Keeper and Silverbullet - vs - "The Suicide Kings" JAMES RAVEN & BIG SHANK - TAG TEAM MATCH -

Big Shank and Superballs start in the ring, each looking out to their partners on the apron before circling slowly. They tie up, Superballs quickly tossing Big Shank into a neutral corner and charging for a clothesline. Big Shank spins out of the way and Superballs crashes into the turnbuckle, staggering back a step. Big Shank is waiting and hits Superballs with a german suplex, hurling the massive legend before rolling to his feet and bouncing off the ropes! Big boot to the side of the head, dropping Superballs flat just as he was getting up! Keeper and Silverbullet leap up to the ring apron and Big Shank stares them both down, all but daring them to get involved this early. Superballs gets back to his feet, shaking his head as Keeper and Silverbullet drop back to the floor and Bigg Rigg tries to shout supportively from the apron.

Big Shank lunges in, looking to wrap Superballs up for another suplex, but Superballs catches Shank with a nicely timed elbow and knee to the midsection! Superballs hooks Big Shank… AND LIFTS HIM STRAIGHT IN THE AIR! Superballs holds Shank upside down and totally vertical for four or five seconds before slamming him to the mat with a ring shaking piledriver!

LANE: Holy crap! He’s strong, dude!

SAYORS: You have no idea!

Superballs hooks Shanks leg for a cover!

ONE!








TWO!



Kickout by Shank! Shank rolls Superballs off of him and gets back to his feet landing a knife edged chop before diving back across the ring and tagging in James Raven! Raven hops over the top rope and flies through the air with a clothesline that flattens Superballs! Raven tries to run off the far ropes and build some momentum, but Keeper reaches underneath the bottom rope and trips him up! Raven turns around, furious, but it was just a distraction! As soon as his back is turned Superballs is on his feet and he ties Raven up in a sleeper hold! Raven tries to run up the ropes and flip out of the submission, but Superballs yanks him away and begins dragging him towards the Flatline Crew corner! Superballs tags in Bigg Rigg, and lets Gambino get a couple of free shots on Raven before releasing the sleeper!

SAYORS: John Gambino is in the match up!

LANE: Big whoop.

SAYORS: Not a Rigg fan, Vinnie?

LANE: Meh.

Rigg beckons Raven to his feet, ready to spear his old friend and rival… Raven leapfrogs Gambino’s “Gore” attempt! He dives to the Suicide Kings corner and tags Big Shank back in! Shank steps through the ropes as Bigg Rigg collects himself and sets up for another spear!

SHANKSTOPPER!

Big Shank superkicks a charging Gambino into oblivion! Bigg Rigg hits the mat and Shank pounces atop him for the cover!

ONE!










TWO!
















THR-

Silverbullet slides into the ring and drags Shank off of Bigg Rigg! The fans inside the Rogers Centre as once more the members of the Flatline Crew make their presence felt! The referee corners Silverbullet and admonishes him telling him to stay out of the ring, and as soon as he’s not paying attention Keeper slides into the ring behind him and begins stomping Big Shank furiously!

SAYORS: Turn around! Turn around, ref!

Keeper drags Big Shank up to his feet and irish whips him into the Flatline Crew corner where Superballs extends a knee through the ropes where Shank runs into it and drops to all fours! Silverbullet finally leaves the ring and the referee turns around just as Bigg Rigg stomps back over to tag Superballs in. Superballs and Bigg Rigg work Big Shank over together for a few seconds, then Bigg Rigg steps out to the apron and gets immediately tagged back in! Superballs and Bigg Rigg continue to work Shank over together, when suddenly Shank hits Superballs with an uppercut and flips him over the top rope to the floor! He shoves Gambino backwards…

SHANKSTOPPER!

SAYORS: Big Shank cracks Gambino with another Superkick!

LANE: Bigg Rigg slumps to the mat, and Shank lunges to tag in James Raven!

Raven climbs the ringpost! He’s on the top rope, and takes a moment to look out at the crowd of 60,000 in his hometown of Toronto! He hurls himself through the air with a shooting star press… and lands it perfectly! Raven flattens Bigg Rigg and hooks the leg for the cover! The referee slides into position and makes the count!

ONE!












TWO!

Superballs sprints from the corner and senton flips onto Raven, knocking him off of John Gambino! The referee tries to tell Superballs to get out of the ring, but Superballs drags Raven to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes! Raven catches himself instead of rebounding back, and Silverbullet leaps up to the apron and grabs Raven by the neck before dropping back down to the floor! He snaps Ravens head back off the top rope and Raven hits the mat hard!

SAYORS: Raven is crawling towards Shank, he needs to make a tag!

Silverbullet sprints around the ring and rips Shanks feet from the apron, dropping him to the floor! Raven has nobody to tag in!

LANE: I’ll give the Flatline Crew this, they work well as a unit. Raven and Shank can barely breathe before one of these four gets a hand on them!

Silverbullet hammers Shank on the outside of the ring as Superballs returns to the apron and Bigg Rigg tags him back in as the legal man. Superballs re-enters and heads straight for Raven, grabbing him around the waist! German suplex, with a back bridge!

ONE!















TWO!

Raven kicks out!

SAYORS: Big Shank is back on his feet outside the ring, and he catches a punch from Silverbullet! Shank rears back…

LANE: SHANK STOPPPPAAAAAHHHHHH!

Silverbullet falls backwards into the steel ring steps, tripping over them and collapsing to the floor in a heap! Keeper rushes at Big Shank to try and avenge Silverbullet!

SAYORS: SHANKSTOPPER! Super kicks for everybody here tonight!

Keeper goes down like a ton of bricks just as Raven manages to escape a submission from Superballs and roll to his feet! Big Shank slides into the ring and stands beside him! The Suicide Kings stand together, staring at Superballs who realizes for the first time in the match… he may be outgunned!

“SUICIDE KINGS!”

“SUICIDE KINGS!”

“SUICIDE KINGS!”

Superballs dives for the corner and tags Bigg Rigg in! John Gambino stomps through the ropes arrogantly, flexing his pecs and snarling at Shank and Raven! Bigg Rigg tries to clothesline both men, but Raven and Shank each duck underneath his arms and Rigg bounces off the ropes! He slingshots back at the Suicide Kings! Big Shank wraps him up… Raven bounces off the ropes himself…

V-TRIGGER!

A sickening crack echoes through the stadium as Shank holds Rigg in place and Raven hits a flying knee that nearly decapitates Gambino!

LANE: Shank heads back to the apron!

SAYORS: Raven makes the cover!

ONE!
















TWO!















THREE-

NO! The referee says Gambino got a shoulder up just in time!

LANE: Bigg Rigg is wrecked right now, and Keeper and Silverbullet are still out cold on the floor! His only hope is to get to Superballs!

Raven drags Gambino up to his feet and whips him into a neutral corner before tagging in Big Shank. The Suicide Kings have been quick tagging this entire match, and it’s allowed them to keep a pace on Bigg Rigg that he can’t keep up with! Rigg tries to stumble over to Superballs but Shank is in the ring in a flash and pins him into the turnbuckle and begins spearing him in the midsection with shoulders!

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!”

The fans count out the shots as Shank throws them, and he stands up and backs away as Bigg Rigg drops to all fours. Big Shank slaps on a front facelock and tries to hold Bigg Rigg in place, but Gambino begins to drive Shank backwards across the mat and towards James Raven! Raven slaps Shanks back as Rigg pushes Shank into the ropes and flips him over the top! Shank tumbles over the top rope and to the floor below! Bigg Rigg roars triumphantly when suddenly Raven grabs him around the head and leaps in the air from the apron!

FLIGHT!

OF THE!

RAVEN!

James hits the Flight of the Raven jumping cutter off the apron and falls to the floor, snapping Bigg Riggs neck over the top rope and slingshotting him all the way across the ring!

SAYORS: OH NO! That may have crushed Gambinos trachea!

LANE: What a shame! He can’t talk his shit anymore!

James checks on Big Shank outside the ring, but his fellow Suicide King is no worse for wear after the fall. Raven helps Shank to his feet and realizes that Superballs has made his way into the ring to help Bigg Rigg to his feet! Bigg Rigg is brutalized! Big Shank and James Raven slide into the ring together and face off with the Flat Line Crew…



When suddenly…





Superballs hits…







THE DEATH RATTLE…






…







…







On “Bigg Rigg” John Gambino!

SAYORS: OH MY GOD!

LANE: WHAT IS HE DOING?!

Superballs looks down at John Gambino, spitting on the canvas beside his lifelong ally! He looks up at Big Shank and James Raven, shrugging his shoulders before taking several slow steps backwards and away from the scene of the crime.

SAYORS: Superballs has turned on Bigg Rigg! SUPERBALLS HAS TURNED ON THE FLATLINE CREW! I can’t believe it!

Superballs steps through the ropes and drops down to the floor. He looks at the downed body of Bigg Rigg, expressionless, and begins backpedaling up the entrance ramp and towards the stage! The crowd is stunned, but Big Shank isn’t wasting any time! He hauls John Gambino up to his feet.

SHANKSTOPPER!

Bigg Rigg turns, limp on his feet, right into James Raven!

THE F.Y.S.!

FUCK

YOU

SHANK

James Raven hits a superkick of his own! The move he outright stole… and improved… from Big Shank nearly a decade ago!

SAYORS: James makes the cover!





ONE!






Superballs watches from the stage.






TWO!






He turns and heads for the back, knowing his work here is done.








THREE!

YOUR WINNER: THE SUICIDE KINGS! (BIG SHANK AND JAMES RAVEN!) (via pinfall at 17:17)

Superballs disappears as the Rogers Centre explodes into a massive celebration! The Suicide Kings are victorious! Big Shank and James Raven reunite after a half decade, at the 20 year reunion show, in James Ravens hometown... and beat two all-time XWF Legends! Raven and Shank holds ther arms high in the air as "BLEED IT OUT" plays on the sound system, and they survey the three unconscious members of the Flatline Crew. They soak in the moment for a while, then slowly exit the ring and make their way up the ramp to the stage slapping hands with jubilant fans the entire time.

When they reach the stage, the arena lights dim, and both of them stop in their tracks as the fans buzz excitedly and wonder what's about to happen. After a moment the spotlight comes up on the XWF Hall of Legends podium! We're getting another induction!



James Raven turns to Shank and smiles, then makes his way over to the podium and settles behind it. Many of the fans realize already whats happening, and begin to cheer loudly.

JAMES RAVEN: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to keep this short and sweet. I'll be honest it feels like it's taking three days to air this show and Big Shank has had to wait long enough for this honor. I've been in the ring against the best in the world, and aligned with nearly every legend at one point or another. Shank is head and shoulders above all of them. He hits harder, cuts deeper, and leaves pieces of you shattered that you didn't know existed. We came together mostly by chance and circumstance, but it was obvious it was MEANT to happen. Looking back on it now, we were integral to each others success, a driving force behind each others every achievement. There is no James Raven without Big Shank... and finally... there's no Hall of Legends without him either. Please welcome my friend! Please welcome my Suicide King brother... BIG! SHANK!

Big Shank makes his way slowly over to the podium, looking slightly stunned and bumping fists with Raven before replacing him behind the microphone. He enjoys the moment, even if he denies it later, and finally begins to speak.

BIG SHANK: So this is what it feels like to be a legend, huh? I spent a lot of years upset that my name wasn’t up here. I through my foot as hard I could at a lot of people’s faces trying to get my name up here. And I went a little too far a few too many times hoping that someday my name might be up here. If I’d have only known that all it would take was the induction of legendary legends like Zach Rizza to get my name bronzed up here I might have cared justttt a bit less.

The crowd laughs.

BIG SHANK: Who am I kidding, any place with my name on the wall is a place I wanna hang out. Honestly though, it wasn’t supposed to go this way. I showed back up twelve years ago because I got a phone call and thought it might be a good way to make a few bucks. Then I saw Cyren and Kidd and seventy-five percent of the active roster start acting like morons dressed in black and thought that if they were going to be the new order of things than I was going to walk around with a baseball bat and piss in their Cheerios. And if it didn’t piss them off so freaking much then I would have been gone a long time ago. So yes, if the menstrual cycles of the Black Order didn’t sync up perfectly then I wouldn’t be standing here today.

He pauses.

BIG SHANK: And if James Raven didn’t win the right to his own Pay-Per-View, then I wouldn’t be here today. The Black Order was supposed to be it for me; once they were gone, I was good to go. But then Raven got to pick his opponent for the World Title and that prick picked me. Did he know that would end with twelve years of friendship? Did he know I’d never say no because the main event of a Pay-Per-View directly translated to a metric shit-ton of perfectly aged scotch? Did he know that we’d go back and forth between arguably the greatest rivalry and the greatest friendship this promotion had every seen? Maybe.

He turns to look at James, standing behind him.

BIG SHANK: Did he know that when the cage shattered I’d land on top of him and take his belt at the event he planned? Probably not. Did he know I’d still be rubbing it in about that win more than ten years later? Yes, I’m confident the answer to that one is a definitive yes. And I have to thank Ranma Saotome – because he didn’t have to put his title on the line when I called him out ten years ago, either. But he did. And if it weren’t for that I wouldn’t be here right now. You know, when you summarize my career that way it’s fair to wonder if the wolf was the bad guy for having an all-you-can-eat chicken dinner or the farmer, who let him into the hen house in the first place, was actually the person to blame.

He takes a deep breath.

BIG SHANK: Thanks, farmer Jimmy and farmer Ranma – I wouldn’t be this kind of wolf without you two. Eggs benedict on me tomorrow morning. And to everyone else who stuck with me after that all went down and I had to run this place for the better part of a year – thank you. I’m not going to take credit for the XWF being around today because we all know this place is a fucking cockroach and even if a nuclear bomb went off making the rest of the world look like Hiroshima in 1945 that Anarchy would still be online a day later than it was supposed to be, someone would be pissed off about their booking, and someone else would be mother-fucking the guy running the place and the guy wearing the strap. Death, taxes and the XWF are forever... and today, as much as I try and deny it, so is The Big Shank.

He steps away from the microphone and smiles; the devilish grin we've all loved and hated, and nearly forgotten until tonight... but he'll never be forgotten again. He and Raven pose one more time for the 60,000 joyous fans in the Rogers Centre.

Suicide Kings... out.

Die in a grease fire, bitches.


The lights dim as the first beats of “HEART OF A CHAMPION” by Nelly and the Lincoln University Vocal Ensemble hit the loudspeakers. A golden hue envelops the stage with matching flares, preceding the entrance of XWF Legend…























Clad in a white sports coat that seems even brighter against his dark complexion and tan slacks straight out of the ‘60s, he makes his way down the ramp. On his way, he’s slapping hands and kissing babies like he’s the damn king. Because he is, and don’t you idiots forget it.

He bounds up the steps, careful not to scuff his brown dress shoes on the way. Draping his leg over the middle rope, he pauses for half a second. A wry smile beams out to a select few audience members who happened to fall under the gaze of his deep brown eyes as they peer out from above his pitch black sunglasses that have slipped down his nose. Yes, he’s the kind of person who wears sunglasses indoors.

Nimbly swinging the rest of his body through the ropes in one fluid movement, ‘The World’s Greatest’ takes his rightful place in the middle of the squared circle with the eyes of the world on him. In full view of everyone, it’s astonishing how little the years have touched him over the past decade. To say Father Time hasn’t had an impact, though, would be inaccurate. He looks to be carrying a little more weight. Truth is he’s coming in closer to 230lbs than his previously billed 220, though his body fat percentage has actually dropped. Even more noticeable is his posture. He’s standing straighter, his shoulders are looser, and every movement is made with a comfort of intent. He knows himself.

Standing in the ring, Lee does what he has done for 16 years – get worshipped by the XWF audience. He soaks it in for one moment… two moments… three… and more. Each moment sees the crowd die down, only for a new chant to start up. Starting with the classics.

“Welcome back!”

“Thank you Lee!”

They get more and more interesting from there.

“You still got it!”

He hasn’t even wrestled.

“Fight T Money!”

It’d be fairer if T fought Mungbean.

“Christian Connolly!”

Wait, are we okay with steroids now? Lee’s smirk grows noticeably when the chants start rotating other XWF stars through a familiar phrase:

“Steve Jason fears Lee Stone!”
“The Brand fears Lee Stone!”
“Raziel fears Lee Stone!”
“Aidan Collins fears Lee Stone!”
“Psyko Stevo fears Lee Stone!”
“Shane fears Lee Stone!”
“James Raven fears Lee Stone!”
“Robert Main fears Lee Stone!”
“Unknown Soldier fears Lee Stone!”

He finally silences the crowd by pulling a microphone from a magic satchel (also known as being passed
a mic by some hipster tech douche at ringside).

LEE STONE: Doesn’t the entire XWF?

The crowd roars and starts up a new chant.

“The XWF fears Lee Stone!”

LEE STONE: That still sounds… insufficient. What do you guys think?

“All of us fear Lee Stone!”

LEE STONE: Bitches and gentlefucks… I still think it’s not quite enough… what else ya got?

Once more the crowd comes alive.

“Everyone fears Lee Stone!”

Lee puffs his chest out with pride.

LEE STONE: You’re God damn right they do!

The energy within his voice carries throughout the arena.

LEE STONE: And with good reason! I have beaten everybody who has been put up against me! I have been to the top of the mountain and was NEVER beaten for the Universal Title! I was ‘The Future’, I became ‘The Present’ and I evolved from there to become the V.I.P. I am today, ‘The World’s freaking Greatest!’

Again, insert cheers here.

LEE STONE: But… there’s always a but…

That quietens them down a bit.

LEE STONE: Aside from the last part, all of that was in ‘The Past’. My last match was at the 10 year anniversary, and here we are at the 20th . It’s been 10 freaking years since I got to fight in front of you all, and despite reunions along the way, I’ve generally stayed away. But I’ve got to be honest, I’ve been EXTREMELY close from time to time. Hell, James Raven called me up for tonight’s little shindig and we floated a few matches around. Lee Stone vs. T Money II anyone?

And just like that, the crowd is back.

LEE STONE: How about Lee Stone vs. James Raven?

Again, a pop.

LEE STONE: Alas, it was not to be.

Cheers become boos.

LEE STONE: The truth is, I really considered not showing up. My body is fine, my mind is clear, and I’ve stayed sober this entire time. So, it’s not that I can’t do it, but when I really break things down, the reason I ever stepped foot in the ring was not because I enjoyed the competition. I was broken. At times physically, at times mentally, almost all the time emotionally, and I was trying to find something that would fix it. I thought that picking the hardest competition I could find, and being the best at it – which I am by the way, despite the little main event you’ve got going on tonight – would give me what I needed. It didn’t. I tried booze, but that just made everything worse. I wasn’t faithful, I wasn’t honest, and despite being the best wrestler in the world, I wasn’t the man I wanted to be.

There are no cheers, no boos, just silence sweeping across the arena.

LEE STONE: But there’s a happy ending to this pity party. I’m now a husband, a father, and I get to live my life in a way that allows me to both be the man I want to be, and to set an example for my kids. The emptiness I felt has been filled, but that means I don’t have the fuel that I used to fight anymore. I’m not angry anymore. I don’t have the fire. I don’t have the hate. Not even for T Money.

The crowd, sensing what’s coming, starts to murmur.

LEE STONE: But that means that I can’t be the wrestler that you guys deserve. And I’m not going to put you through that. I don’t need to hang on to the past. I don’t need to bitch and moan about artificial rankings of Top 50 wrestlers that I voted myself out of the number 1 rank on. I know what I’ve done. For me, that’s enough. I have done everything I needed to do, I’ve gotten everything I need out of this, and I’m ready to step out of the limelight permanently.

Once again, the crowd unites.

“Please don’t do this!”

LEE STONE: I’m sorry. I know half of the guys and gals on the card tonight will say that they won’t step in the ring again, but yet every time there is one of these little reunions, they all come out of the woodwork to have their last moment in the spotlight. I’m the exception. And in the interest of my family, and to stop myself becoming the man that I once was, I won’t be changing that. None of the wish list matches are going to happen. No rematch with T. No Raven. No Raziel. No Tomoko. No Shank. No Drake. No Ranma. No CCP. No Brand. (These were my all on my own wish list by the way.) As of tonight, I am officially retired, for good.

While they’re upset, the crowd returns to one of their earlier chants.

“Thank you Lee!”

LEE STONE: Before I sail off into the sunset though, there is one more thing I want to do!

Optimistically, the crowd spits out another classic.

“One more match!”

LEE STONE: Not unless there’s a spare framed photo of Darkhan lying around out back. What I do know is out back, is someone who hasn’t been in an XWF ring as long as I have. A fallen legend, and I’m not talking about Cyren. Now, I don’t know where Alex Cutwright is, I don’t know where Chris Cage is, but there is at least one other Vigilante in the building!

Nervous excitement permeates throughout the building. Nobody knows what to think. The fervor keeps building for several minutes longer than is comfortable until…









The once familiar sounds of Jose Esposito’s “YOU’RE THE BEST” hits the speakers. He’s here! The man who was stripped of his Legend status for steroid usage…













‘The Suntan Superman’!




C2 makes his way to the ring to a somewhat mixed reaction. There are audibly more cheers than boos, suggesting that time can heal a lot of wounds. He glances around the arena, but keeps returning a cold gaze to Lee in the middle of the ring.

Stopping a few feet from the ring apron, C2 takes the sides of his open black jacket in each hand and shrugs his shoulders. The message to Lee is clear. ‘I’m here, now what?’

A half step backwards from Lee Stone gives C2 the all clear - the ring is his if he wants it. Forgoing the steps, C2 breezes up to the apron, and glides between the ropes. He looks quick, quicker than his ex-partner! Once in the ring, he turns a quarter-circle towards the hard camera. He lingers there just long enough for that million dollar smile to flicker for the crowd at home. In just one more second, he’s standing face-to-face with the man whom he fought alongside time and time again. Former Tag Team Champions; former Stable Champions – the crowd remembers who they are and make sure to let them know, any resentment for C2 quickly fading away in this magic.

“Vigilantes!”

The two seem like they don’t hear a thing. They stand locked in a moment separate from reality, where only they exist. Their brotherhood and their battles. C2 retrieves a microphone for himself, but it’s Lee who speaks first.

LEE STONE: Brother…

C2 cocks a brow.

CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY: Brother? It’s been damn near 10 years and you’e going to stand there and call me brother?

Lee lowers the mic and paces a moment, before speaking again.

LEE STONE: You still came out here…

CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY: I came out here because it’s been damn near 10 years that I’ve been waiting to get you face to face!

LEE STONE: Oh stop it. Don’t act like you’re some innocent victim. Everything that we accomplished, everything that we did was sullied because you were juicing.

CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY: Why the hell are you calling me brother if you’re just wanting to tell me what a disappointment I am?

LEE STONE: You’re… you’re right.

Suspicion creeps into C2’s expression, but he doesn’t voice it.

LEE STONE: You’re right. When you needed me, I wasn’t there. I’ve been battling my own demons for so long that it took all of my focus to get through. But this is a two-way street. You weren’t there at my wedding, man. You should have been my best man but you weren’t even there. You should be my kids’ godparent, but you haven’t even met them. Instead, you’ve been getting on blast on Twitter, or taking jabs at me on WGWF. What’s the matter? Couldn’t pick up a phone? They didn’t even have Twitter back when we were running together, yet that’s the method you use to air out your issues?

CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY: Like you said, it’s a two-way street. You didn’t exactly pick up the phone either.

LEE STONE: So I guess the question is, what are we going to do about it?

The tension is thick. C2 rolls up his right sleeve. Then his left. Lee begins to circle. At any minute, they could erupt.

But they don’t.

LEE STONE: I’m not going to fight you. I meant what I said. My fighting days are done. I’m living for my family now, and once upon a time I would have said that included you. I’d like it to again.

Lee extends his hand.

LEE STONE: I’d like my brother back.

C2 looks down at Lee’s hand, then back up to his face. The crowd rumbles and he slowly casts his eyes out to them. Their rumble turns to a cacophony.

“Vigilantes!”

Tonight, the past is remembered. Tonight, we put on our rose-tinted glasses and we’re supposed to remember things the way we want to remember them.

C2 looks back at Lee one more time.

He reaches out.

And they clasp hands.

C2 and Lee embrace in the middle of the ring. They turn and raise each other’s hand.

Tonight, we remember the team that weren’t supposed to be as good as they became, but they did it anyway.

Lee Stone and Christian Connolly take their final bow.

As brothers.

As The Vigilantes.





A thick fog rolls onto the entrance ramp as the opening riff of Unholy blares throughout the arena. Suddenly a bolt of lightning strikes the stage and in the flash Micheal Graves appears seemingly out of thin air. Graves walks down the the ring to a mixed reaction. At the bottom of the ramp he takes a running start and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Graves stands up and raises his arms out to his sides like a cross. He slowly lifts his head up, looking to the sky as the lights fade in.


Universal Champion Unknown Soldier and Peter Gilmour come prancing down towards the ring, skipping and frolicking two and fro. Sometimes just holding the others hand but most of the time holding the others penis. Unknown Soldier then prays to SATAN! in the middle of the ring while a red pentagram traces him from above in the rafters. The red disco lights tracing the pentagram around Soldier continues to encircle him constantly in a counter clockwise motion. While standing in the center of this pentagram of glowing lights, he kneels and touches both his shoulders and forehead as a sign of the Unholy trinity. In the name of the Liar, the Sinner, and the great father and lord of all that is Evil! Soldier then gets up and strokes his penis exactly 666 times getting faster and faster as the lights around him speed up in pace as well. He always wrestles with a full on raging erection for not only the increase in testosterone, but also as a scare tactic to the heterosexual male(s) or prude female bitch(es) he may be wrestling at the time.

DING!

DING!

DING!

UNKNOWN SOLDIER - vs - MICHAEL GRAVES - UNIVERSAL TITLE MATCH - - BURIED ALIVE MATCH -

Michael Graves and Unknown Soldier circle each other slowly to start the match, the fans absolutely ecstatic to see these two iconic names back in action! They tie up quickly, but neither is able to get an advantage and they release, circling once more. They tie up for a second time and struggle momentarily before Unknown Soldier is able to get low and drive Michael Graves all the way across the mat and into the corner! Soldier straightens up and is immediately punched in the mouth by Graves, backing him off just long enough for Michael to side step out of the corner and back towards the open side of the mat. Soldier tracks him down and the two men tie up for the third time, Soldier twisting Graves into a hammerlock but Graves manages to roll out of it and reverse the hold! Michael Graves has Unknown Soldier in a tight hammerlock of his own, and eventually jerks down on the arm and wrenches the shoulder of Unknown Soldier violently! Michael Graves with a heavy kick to the body! He follows it up with a heavy left hook to head! Soldier is stumbling and Graves is looking to capitalize… but Soldier dives through the ropes and out of the ring, leaving Graves alone inside!

LANE: That’s great awareness by Soldier.

SAYORS: Michael Graves seems less than impressed, he stands in the ring with the referee and is urging Soldier back inside!

Unknown Soldier walks a slow circle around the outside of the ring, shaking his head subtly to clear his head as he rubs his jaw and looks out at the 60,000 screaming fans in the Rogers Centre. They jeer him, telling him to get his ass back in the ring and fight, which only leads to him taking his time and reaching the steel ring steps even slower. Finally he begins to climb, one step at a time, up to the apron and back into the ring.

Michael Graves rushes him as soon as he’s through the ropes, booting him in the gut and elbowing him hard in the spine once Soldier is doubled over. Michael Graves whips Unknown Soldier into the ropes and catches him with a hard clothesline on the rebound! Graves is on a roll and drags Soldier up to his feet… but Unknown Soldier thumbs him in the eye! Graves is momentarily blinded and that’s all it takes, DDT! Soldier hits Graves with a DDT! Soldier sits up slowly, a devious grin on his face as he looks out at the fans in the building once more before climbing slowly to his feet.

LANE: Soldier swings the momentum with that one, can he keep it going?

SAYORS: He drags Graves to his feet and leans him up against the ropes… knife edged chop!

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The cheer echoes through the stadium along with the chop, and Soldier whips Graves off the ropes and hits an elbow that sends Michael hard to the mat! Graves tries to roll to his feet but eats a knee to the grill as soon as he reaches his knees, and he’s put right back down! Soldier stands confidently over Graves for a moment, then drags him up to his feet and whips him powerfully over the top rope! Graves flies to the floor outside, skidding to a stop against the fan barricade! Unknown Soldier slides out of the ring to join him, pummeling Graves as he tries to stand and defend himself! He smashes Graves’ head off the top of the barricade and then walks him over to the ring, slamming his head hard off the apron. Graves is woozy… and Unknown Soldier dropkicks him directly into the steel ring steps! Graves tumbles over the top of them and lands awkwardly on the floor! The fans in the building let out a collective gasp as Graves clutches at his knee and writhes around the floor in pain!

SAYORS: I wonder if he tore a ligament or something there, that was not a graceful fall!

Unknown Soldier stomps menacingly towards Michael Graves… WHO POPS UP IN A FLASH!

LANE: He was playing possum! Scoop slam! Graves slams Soldier HARD on the floor!

Graves gets up and backs away from Soldier slowly to catch his breath. Unknown Soldier is hurt but tries not to show it as he stumbles to his feet and nearly collapses against the fan barricade! Soldier collects himself and runs at Graves looking for a clothesline… ANOTHER SCOOP SLAM! Graves drives Soldier down to the floor for a second time, and this one was with authority! Graves stands slowly and holds his arms high in the air, sending the 60,000 Canadian fans into a frenzy!

SAYORS: Graves really has the fans behind him here tonight!

LANE: We’ve come a long way from Pedo-Graves, that’s for sure.

SAYORS: Michael Graves is an XWF original. Not every year of his career has been golden, that’s for sure, but the XWF universe is ready to see him go out on top!

Michael Graves walks over to Soldier and grabs his wrist, then begins dragging Unknown Soldiers motionless body across the floor and towards the ramp. The fans roar even louder as they realize he’s dragging Soldier towards the grave! Soldier might be out cold! He doesn’t move at all as Graves yanks at his arm to pull him around the ring! The referee follows close behind, and finally they reach the base of the ramp! Graves needs to rest for a minute and lets go of Soldiers wrist, leaning against the fan barricade to catch his breath.

LANE: Soldier weighs, like, 120 pounds. How did Graves get tired dragging him?

Before Sayors can answer Soldier rolls to his knees and grabs a nearby electrical cable, rolling to his feet and lunging at Michael Graves! Soldier wraps the cord tightly around Graves’ throat and squeezes as tightly as he can! Graves’ eyes bulge from his skull and he drops to his knees, wheezing loudly! Soldier tugs the cord violently and pulls Graves from his knees to the floor, and begins dragging Michael slowly up the ramp!

SAYORS: Soldiers’ revenge! Graves drug him by the arm, he’ll drag Graves by the throat!

Michael is able to grab the corner of the fan barricade before he’s pulled too far and Soldier has to stop. Soldier leans in over Graves, and Michael pulls him face first into the fan barricade! Graves may have just saved himself some serious punishment there, and both men are down! Soldier rolls around, clutching his nose, as Michael unwraps the electrical cord from his neck and gasps desperately for air!

“UNKNOWN SOL-DIER!”

*CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP!

“LET’S! GO! GRAVES!”

“UNKNOWN SOL-DIER!”

*CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP!

“LET’S! GO! GRAVES!”

60,000 fans inside the Rogers Centre are on their feet and screaming for the two icons to get back to their feet! Michael Graves moves first, rolling all the way across the ramp to the opposite barricade and putting some distance between he and Soldier before climbing back to his feet. Soldier uses the barricade for support and pulls himself up, still clutching his nose with one hand as he eyes Michael Graves angrily! Soldier rushes across the ramp and looks for a spinning heel kick! Graves sidesteps and Soldier kicks the barricade! Graves rushes up the ramp a few yards and Soldier chases, leaping with a front kick that Graves also manages to avoid! Graves keeps making his way up ramp, trying to reach the stage before Soldier gets a hand on him! Soldier looks for a flying knee and Graves spins out of the way before finally reaching the top of the ramp! The grave site is just off to the left, a good eight feet below the stage. He makes his way over to the edge and looks down!

SAYORS: I think he’s looking for a safe way to get down to the dirt.

LANE: There’s no time for that! Turn around!






As if on cue Graves turns around to check on Unknown Soldier… and gets blasted in the midsection with a spear!







Unknown Soldier spears Michael Graves off the stage!








The two men soar through the air…










…














…











… and plummet to the ground below!










THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

They land in a heap on a pile of dirt, neither man budging as the fans explode!

“HO-LY SHIT!”

“HO-LY SHIT!”

“HO-LY SHIT!”

The referee scrambles down from the stage to the dirt and checks on the two men, entangled less than twenty feet from the grave!

SAYORS: My God! Are they alive?!

LANE: If they aren’t we’ve already got funeral arrangements, dude.

SAYORS: … that’s cold.

Unknown Soldier rolls off of Michael Graves, laying flat on his back next to his foe. Both men cough and gasp for breath, Soldier eventually climbing to his feet and looking around the gravesite. Beside the hole he sees a large crane with the shovel pre loaded with dirt. There are a few hardhats and shovels laying around and not much of anything else. Graves rolls to his hands and knees and Soldier immediately refocuses on him, throwing several hard kicks that end up rolling Graves down from the dirt heap. Graves scrambles to his feet but immediately collapses back to his knees.

SAYORS: Graves is hurt.

LANE: An astute observation, Steve.

Unknown Soldier rushes over to a pile of tools and picks up a hard hat, returning to Graves and beating him savagely with it!

THUUUUUUNK!

THUUUUUUNK!

THUUUUUUNK!

THUUUUUUNK!

Graves writhes in pain as the hardhat pummels him, but eventually manages to catch Soldiers hand and rip the helmet away from him! Soldier tries to knee Graves, but Graves uses the hardhat to block the shot and Soldier collapses clutching at his leg! Graves buys himself an opportunity and rushes over to the grave, trying to plot his next move, but he doesn’t have long! Unknown Soldier limps back to his feet, and he’s looking for another spear!

SAYORS: Oh no! Deja vu!

LANE: Graves! Turn around again!

Graves does, and this time he grabs a shovel and spins with a mighty swing!

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNG!

Graves drives the head of the shovel flat against Unknown Soldiers skull as he dives in for a second spear! Soldier collapses like a ton of bricks, and a chilling silence fills the arena.

LANE: He might actually be dead, he’s so small that could have caved in his head.

SAYORS: I… I think I’m going to be sick…

Graves drops the shovel, realizing the implications of what he’s just done, and he stands over the body of Unknown Soldier. Graves rolls him over onto his back with his foot, revealing a stream of blood running down the side of Soldiers face. Graves grabs him by the wrist and begins to drag him quickly across the dirt towards the grave! He’s going to bury Unknown Soldier! Graves drags Soldier up and tosses his body towards the hole in the ground before heading for the crane… but Soldier stops himself! Soldier claws at the dirt before he falls into the grave and catch himself! Slowly he forces himself up to his feet! Graves hears the fans explode, and turns slowly from the crane to Unknown Soldier with a look of shock on his face!

SAYORS: He can’t believe Soldier is still going!

Michael Graves rushes at Soldier and boots him in the midsection, doubling him over and posing for the fans! He hoists Soldier up in the air…

GRAVE!

CONSEQUENCES!

Michael Graves hits his razors edge, and hurls the Unknown Soldier into the hole in the dirt!

LANE: Grave Consequences into the grave! Poetic!

SAYORS: Graves is going to pull the upset of the night, and bury Unknown Soldier alive! Michael Graves is the new Universal champion!

Graves stands slowly and peers down at Soldier, then makes his way slowly back to the crane. Michael climbs slowly up the side and into the drivers seat, looking around for the keys to get the giant machine started! He’s wasting a lot of time and suddenly…
















… a hand pops out of the grave!



Unknown Soldier claws at the rim of the grave as Michael continues to search furiously for the keys! Finally he finds them tucked inside the sun visor, and fumbles furiously to get them into the ignition and drop the dirt on Unknown Soldier!

It’s too late!

SAYORS: Soldier climbs out of the grave like a man possessed!

LANE: Well he’s a satanist, Steve.

Soldier leaps up onto the crane and grabs Graves through the open window, dragging him from the seat to the hood of the crane! Unknown Soldier and Michael Graves stand face to face as the fans cheer wildly! Graves hits Soldier with a heavy right hand! Soldier hits Graves with a left! The two men trade furious shots atop the crane when suddenly Soldier rocks Graves with a massive headbutt and hurls him from the crane to the dirt! Michael is right in front of the grave and climbs up to his feet as Soldier launches himself from the machine!

THE!

DARK!

STAR!

Unknown Soldier hits a shooting star DDT off the crane and sends Michael Graves flying into the hole in the dirt!

SAYORS: OH MY GOD!

Soldier rushes up the crane again and leaps into the drivers seat. The key is already in the ignition thanks to Michael, and Soldier starts the crane up with a rumble and drops the shovel full of dirt onto the grave filling the hole and covering Michael Graves entirely!

DING!

DING!

DING!

YOUR WINNER AND STILL UNIVERSAL CHAMPION: UNKNOWN SOLDIER (via burial at 22:35)

It's over! Unknown Soldier has successfully buried Michael Graves, and retained the Universal title just one day after winning it from Robert Main! Unknown Soldier climbs down from the crane as the fans applaud his incredible effort, and the referee hoists his hand high in the air. Soldier looks to the referee, clearly disappointed about something.

SAYORS: I think he's asking why James Raven hasn't gotten him his Universal title yet!

LANE: Raven isn't exactly a "get stuff done" type of guy.

SAYORS: Well, Soldier just asked him, like, an hour or two ago.

LANE: Yeah, and Page still has the physical belt, and Soldier is holding the Xtreme hostage now. Way to go, Raven.

Unknown Soldier celebrates his first successful defense, albeit empty handed, and eventually walks away from the grave with his head held high, and Michael Graves buried...

... possibly forever.

We fade out.


We open up backstage and see James Raven standing alone in a hallway and trying to catch his breath after the whirlwind action here tonight. After a few moments another man walks into shot, and it's none other than "Chronic" Chris Page! CCP is carrying the XWF Universal title he stole from Robert Main, and wears a smug look on his face.

JAMES RAVEN: What? Shouldn't you be getting ready for your match?

CHRIS PAGE: Nope. I'm not going out.

JAMES RAVEN: Excuse me?

Chris sighs.

CHRIS PAGE: Don't act surprised, Raven... I told you... I had one simple demand, or else I wasn't competing.

JAMES RAVEN: Chris, you fuck, tickets are sold and the building is packed. Your match is ABOUT to start, and you're pulling this now?

Chris just shrugs his shoulders.

CHRIS PAGE: Clock's ticking, bossman. Make a decision.

Raven clenches his jaw and tries not to lose his cool on his old rival.

JAMES RAVEN: Chris... I already had the office send you the paperwork... you're in.

CHRIS PAGE: You think I care if I'm in? Fuck no. If I'm going in though... I want you to be the one to swallow your pride and introduce me.

Raven shakes his head.

JAMES RAVEN: Fuck you.

CHRIS PAGE: Fuck me? Listen to the fans out there, do you want to tell them Ranma and I ain't doing the damn thing? Fuck you...

Raven stares daggers at Chris Page as he realizes he has no choice. He turns around, and begins making his way back out to the stage.

CHRIS PAGE: Hey! Say nice things! Make 'em convincing! Your show depends on it!

Raven practically spits as he disappears down the hallway.




James Raven stomps out from behind the black curtain and over to the podium, jaw still clenched as he takes his place behind the microphone before the spotlight is even up. He takes several moments to collect his thoughts and calm himself before he begins to speak.

JAMES RAVEN: Ladies and gentlemen, we finalized the Hall of Legends inductees months ago. It was before the events of Leap of Faith, it was before the events of War Games. When we thought of the names they were nothing more than that... names. Names in the wind, not heard from in years, and a threat to nobody. Bear with me because I'm going to have to try to go back to that moment, before I knew what I know now, if I want to say anything nice about our next name.

James pauses.

JAMES RAVEN: Chris Page is a hell of a talent, and took on some of the top names we had to offer him in our time here. He was a tireless worker and a voice behind the scenes that while sometimes misguided or self motivated was strong and unabashed. He's a Legend for reasons beyond the confines of the XWF, though. We all know what happened in 2013, and we don't need to open old wounds or point fingers... but there was a time when countless icons were out of the XWF and without a home. Chris Page was part of providing us a home. Chris Page was a part of XWF Classic history by giving us an alternate set of letters to compete under. We ran for years under that banner. We saw rookies become stars and legends become G.O.A.T.s and without the field Chris Page had to offer none of it would have been possible. We'd have scattered, and faded away. The memory of the XWF Classic stars would have been diluted and lost. For that, I say thank you, and welcome to our Hall...




















There's a mixed reaction as Chris Page emerges from behind the black curtain after a long and tense moment. Raven breathes a sigh of relief, confident that Chris Page will follow through with the match now, but he looks disgusted in himself for what he's just done. Chris Page has been a thorn in the side of Apex Prophecy and a cancer to the XWF... and Raven just personally inducted him to the Hall of Legends.

Chris looks extremely pleased with himself, soaking in Ravens misery and proudly showing off his stolen Universal title belt. He steps up behind the microphone.

CHRIS PAGE: I'm sure you all want to now how I feel right now, huh? Well I'll tell you, but I'll tell you when I'M ready. You think I'm going to play nice and give some sappy speech because James wants me to? Because it makes his event look good and puts money in his pocket? Nah, homie. Chris Page don't play that. I just wanted to see the bossman sweat and get myself a live mic to address something...

Chris pauses to build up suspense.

CHRIS PAGE: Soldier...

The crowd explodes as Chris Page mentions the true Universal champion for the first time.

CHRIS PAGE: I saw your title defense tonight. It was all well and good... but how did you defend the title when you don't even HAVE it? How are you going to lie to the fans and pretend you gave them a Universal title match when you walked out with a handful of nothing?

The crowd boos Chris Page loudly, disagreeing with his take on the situation.

CHRIS PAGE: The "real champion" will pick up the ball, don't you worry. My match against Ranma? IT'S NOW A "TITLE" MATCH!

SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen… we’ve just been informed that the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for NINE TENTHS of the “XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP”!!!

LANE: Yeah, make sure you use those parentheses, Steve. This match isn’t for shit.

SAYORS: Well, Chris Page sai-

LANE: I don’t give a damn what Chris Page said. He DIDN’T BEAT Robert Main, Unknown Soldier did. It’s pretty simple, dude.

Steve doesn’t want to argue with his boss. It’s an uncomfortable situation. Either way, Chris Page has the physical title belt in his possession and he’s “putting it on the line” tonight against Ranma Saotome!

The crowd erupts with loud boos as suddenly ADAM BARKER walks out to the top of the ramp in a designer suit and he has a microphone in his left hand near his mouth as he continues.

ADAM BARKER: It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you the man that is THE REAL XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION, and the man that’s going to defeat the great and powerful RANMA SAOTOME just like he did ten years ago…. He is “CHRONIC”... CHRIS... PAGE!








The Toronto crowd erupts with loud boos as the house lights dim and white smoke begins to bellow out to the top of the ramp. CCP strips off the shirt he's been wearing and reveals a black t-shirt with the words CCP- 1 RANMA- 0 written in bold white letters. CHRIS joins ADAM at the top of the ramp before he starts to make the walk to the ring. PAGE ignores the booing crowd as he reaches ringside. CHRIS climbs up on the ring apron where he removes his shirt tossing it out to the crowd before stepping through the ropes and into the ring.









“And his opponent, about to make his way down the aisle, he is a former two time XWF Universal Champion, a multiple time XWF World Heavyweight Champion and arguably one of the greatest XWF talents of all time; RANMA SAOTOME!!!!”


"FINALE" by S.A.D.S. brings the man out onto the entryway ramp. New music for a new era? Why the hell not? Dressed in black boots, black jeans and a t-shirt with the words "LONG TERM VISION" strewn across it, Ranma Saotome appears in full view for the filled arena. A chorus of boos rains down upon him like volcanic ash from Vesuvius as he heads down the ramp stopping just shy of the ring. In one single fluid motion, he leaps up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes seconds thereafter. He eyes the referee, then eyes Chris Page who has been staring him down the entire time, eagerly anticipating the forthcoming contest.

DING!

DING!

DING!

"Chronic" CHRIS PAGE - vs - RANMA SAOTOME - STANDARD MATCH -

The Toronto crowd erupts as CHRIS PAGE and RANMA stare across the ring from each other with a massive chant of “RANMA! RANMA! RANMA!” bellowing out from all over the arena as we see RANMA and CHRIS walk out to the center of the ring going face to face as ADAM BARKER paces the floor in the background with the XWF Universal Championship hoisted up in the air for all to see while RANMA and PAGE face off center ring. Camera flashes flicker from all over the arena as the anticipation grows with each and every passing second. The stare down continues for several seconds before each man steps back before circling each other in the center of the ring. The two men lock up center ring where they are shown jockeying for position before they shove off each other with a stalemate!

The two men immediately lock up a second time where they once again jockey for position before PAGE snaps RANMA over to the mat with a quick arm drag take over. The crowd boos intently as PAGE is quickly back to his feet throwing his arms up in the air for all to see while RANMA is quickly back to one knee looking up at PAGE who then taunts him to get up. RANMA shakes his head before getting to his feet where they look to circle each other once again and lock up center ring where RANMA quickly snatches a side headlock on PAGE to a pop from the crowd. RANMA cranks on the head of PAGE before he’s backed up against the ropes and send across the ring, RANMA bounces off the ropes knocking PAGE down with a running shoulder block! RANMA glances down at PAGE before charging towards the ropes where he bounces off, PAGE rolls over to his chest as RANMA leaps over PAGE bouncing off the near side as we see PAGE pop back up to his feet where he leap frogs over RANMA sending RANMA bouncing off the near side where PAGE looks for a hip toss takeover, RANMA blocks and counters with a hip toss take over to PAGE! The crowd erupts as RANMA waits as PAGE gets to one knee and taunts him to get up.

SAYORS: Ranma taking control here!

LANE: Cool.

SAYORS: Don’t sound so excited about it, “dude”.

There’s a smirk from PAGE as he gets back to his feet where he makes his way over to his corner where he leans through the ropes as ADAM BARKER is shown giving some instruction while there’s another massive “RANMA! RANMA! RANMA!” chant from the crowd. PAGE leans back into the ring where he and RANMA circle each other one more time before looking to lock up where PAGE thumbs RANMA in the eye before driving him back into a neutral corner. PAGE laces RANMA across the chest with a knife edge chop that echoes throughout the arena where he follows with a second knife edge chops to massive boos from the crowd which quickly changes to a massive ovation as RANMA grabs PAGE by the throat with both hands where he turns and hurls PAGE back into the neutral corner where he unloads with a flurry of rights and lefts to the body and face before shooting PAGE across the ring and into the opposite buckles! PAGE crashes off the buckles and into a back body drop by RANMA that elevates PAGE high in the air and crashing down to the mat! The crowd roars as PAGE rolls out to the floor under the bottom rope and out to the floor where ADAM BARKER is quick to try and calm an angry PAGE down as CHRS paces the floor while RANMA paces back and forth in the ring.

The official starts laying the count to CHRIS on the floor as he is shown kicking the ring steps loose out of sheer frustration before ADAM finally gets CHRIS under control and it’s the referee who makes a six count before CHRIS climbs up on the ring apron before stepping back into the ring. CHRIS and RANMA once again slowly circle each other before looking to lock up where CHRIS takes a back waist lock where he hoists RANMA up in the air before driving him down into the mat where he floats over into a front face lock which is quickly countered by RANMA into a hammer lock. CHRIS works his way to his feet where counters looking to deliver a side suplex which RANMA counters by flipping over the back of PAGE landing on his feet, PAGE spins around getting decked in the jaw with a stiff right hand dropping PAGE where he stands to another huge ovation from the crowd, PAGE pops up off the mat where he eats another right hand knocking him back down to the mat where he pops back up off the mat where RANMA swings with another right hand that’s blocked by PAGE and countered with a European Uppercut rocking RANMA back into the ropes! PAGE charges forward looking to clothesline RANMA out to the floor only to see RANMA drop down yanking the top rope down sending PAGE spilling out to the floor to a huge ovation from the crowd!

SAYORS: That looked like it hurt!

LANE: Good.

SAYORS: Are you going to contribute anything to this match?

LANE: I am contributing, just not a lot.

RANMA rolls out to the floor before ADAM BARKER can make his way over to PAGE where he picks PAGE up before driving him face first into the ring apron. RANMA takes PAGE and looks to shoot PAGE towards the security wall only to see PAGE reverse and it’s RANMA who crashes violently into the security wall, RANMA bounces off the wall and into a stiff clothesline sending RANMA down to the floor hard. PAGE immediately starts stomping away at RANMA while the official in charge starts laying the count to both men. We see PAGE reach down picking RANMA up off the mat where he hurls him back into the ring where PAGE climbs back up on to the ring apron and while RANMA is shown getting to his feet CHRIS sling shots over the top rope with a DDT spiking RANMA into the mat! PAGE quickly makes a cover hooking the near leg of SAOTOME!

ONE!













TWO!














TH-



RANMA kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd yet the pop diverts to massive boos as PAGE starts choking away at RANMA with both hands across the throat of the former two time Universal Champion. CHRIS is the first to his feet where he picks RANMA up and locks in a front face lock where he snaps off a suplex on RANMA before popping back up to his feet where he bounces off the ropes looking to deliver a Bionic Elbow that RANMA rolls out of the way of sending CHRIS crashing down to the mat! It’s RANMA who is the first to his feet where he immediately reaches down snatching PAGE up off the mat where he locks in a front face lock before hoisting PAGE up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a Brainbuster! RANMA is the first back to his feet where he charges towards the ropes Springboarding off the middle rope delivering an Asai Moonsault!!

LANE: Whoa! That was nice!

RANMA executes a cover!

ONE!










TWO!












TH-

PAGE escapes the near fall as RANMA has no wasted motion as he locks in a rear chin lock. The referee is in position asking PAGE to surrender which he refuses as RANMA cranks back on the hold. The referee asks a second time and again PAGE refuses as he starts to work his way to his feet where he turns into the chin lock before backing up against the ropes where he shoots RANMA across the ring, he bounces off the near side ducking under a clothesline attempt from PAGE sending RANMA bouncing off the far side where he delivers a leaping clothesline taking PAGE down to a huge ovation from the crowd! RANMA is the first to his feet where he measures CHRIS who pushes himself up off the mat for RANMA to scoop up over his shoulder where he looks to position PAGE for a Tombstone but before he can invert PAGE upside down it’s CHRIS who slides down the back of RANMA shoving him forward sternum first into a neutral corner!

RANMA staggers backwards where PAGE latches his arms around the waist before delivering a Release German Suplex! CHRIS works his way back to his feet where he waits as RANMA to negotiate his way back to his feet which allows CHRIS to come forward driving a boot to the midsection of RANMA doubling the former two time Universal Champion where he looks for a Stunner! RANMA counters by shoving PAGE towards the ropes where PAGE springboards off the middle rope delivering a ¾ neck breaker to a pop from the crowd as PAGE makes the cover!

ONE!











TWO!









THR-

SAYORS: CCP almost “defended” his “title” there!

LANE: Are you trying to get yourself fired?

RANMA kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd! CHRIS gets to his feet where he picks RANMA up before driving him back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. He drives several shoulder blocks to the midsection of RANMA before hoisting him up to the top turnbuckle. PAGE climbs up to the middle ropes where he locks on a front face lock and as he looks to deliver the Superplex RANMA holds on to the top rope effectively blocking the attempt! RANMA drives several right hands to the ribs of PAGE breaking the front face lock before shoving CHRIS backwards down to the mat! PAGE lands hard on the canvass! The crowd starts to stir as RANMA steps up to the top turnbuckle before coming off with a FROG SPLASH across the chest of PAGE! There’s a huge ovation from the crowd as RANMA executes the cover hooking the near leg!

ONE!










TWO!












THR-

There’s a massive gasp from the crowd as PAGE kicks out before the referee’s three count! RANMA makes it back to his feet where he reaches down picking PAGE up off the mat where he rocks him back into a neutral corner with a European Uppercut! RANMA charges forward delivering a running knee to the jaw of PAGE before bringing him out and driving him down into the mat with a running bulldog headlock! RANMA rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope where he pulls himself to his feet. PAGE is on his back looking up at the lights as RANMA spring boards off the top rope looking for a 450 Splash which sees PAGE pull the knee’s up at the last possible second sending RANMA crashing down into the knee’s sternum first!

LANE: Ooooh! Nasty.

SAYORS: Ranma looks like the wind was knocked out of him there!

RANMA is sucking wind as CHRIS gets to a vertical base where he snatches RANMA up off the mat before delivering an overhead release Belly to Belly Suplex!! PAGE is back to his feet where he takes both legs of RANMA where he locks in a Texas Cloverleaf! ADAM BARKER parades around on the floor as PAGE has the Cloverleaf locked on in the center of the ring!!! The referee is in position as he asks RANMA to surrender!

SAYORS: The referee asks again for RANMA to surrender and again RANMA refuses, as we hear the crowd rally behind the legendary SAOTOME!

CHRIS cranks back harder and harder on the hold as RANMA starts to use his upper body to pull him towards the ropes inch by painful inch! Suddenly CHRIS transitions into a STF submission!! The referee once again asks RANMA to surrender and again he refuses as CHRIS screams down for him to “TAP!”. RANMA wills himself through and manages to take ahold of the bottom rope forcing the referee to call for the break! CHRIS refuses and thus he is levied with a count from the official.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

PAGE releases the hold at the four count where he’s admonished by the official as he blows past him and starts stomping away at the right arm and shoulder of SAOTOME! PAGE reaches down picking RANMA up off the mat where he laces him across the chest with a knife edge chop sending RANMA back into the ropes. PAGE comes forward where he fires RANMA across the ring with an Irish Whip that see’s RANMA spring board off the middle rope delivering a Tornado DDT spiking PAGE head first into the mat to a thunderous ovation! Both men lay on the mat as the crowd roars loudly as once again the official now lays the count to both men.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!!!”

LANE: RANMA rolls over towards a motionless PAGE where he’s able to make a cover!

ONE!





TWO!










THRE-

CHRIS PAGE kicks out at the last possible second to another massive gasp from the crowd.

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

RANMA pushes himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base as he reaches down picking CHRIS up off the mat where he boots him in the midsection doubling CHRIS over for RANMA to underhook the arms before delivering a Double Underhook Tiger Bomb to a huge pop from the crowd as the official jumps into position!

ONE!











TWO!














THRE-

PAGE escapes again by shooting the left shoulder up off the mat!!

LANE: You’d think if this Ranma guy was so legendary he wouldn’t struggle so much to put Page away. Robert did it pretty easily…

SAYORS: Be nice!

RANMA reaches one knee as he looks towards the referee holding out three fingers while in the process CHRIS PAGE is shown rolling back out to the floor creating some space as we see RANMA step up to his feet. Out on the floor ADAM BARKER is shown checking on PAGE as he helps him get to his feet while in the ring RANMA bounces off the far side where he gains a full head of steam where he leaps over the top rope with a Senton crashing down on top of both ADAM BARKER and CHRIS PAGE to a huge pop from the crowd!! RANMA picks PAGE up off the floor where he hurls him back into the ring. RANMA climbs up on the ring apron where steps back through the ropes where he calls for a Superkick to a pop from the crowd as we see RANMA back up into a neutral corner and measure PAGE who starts to work his way back to his feet, as CHRIS stands RANMA comes out from the corner looking to take CHRIS’s head off! PAGE ducks and counters with an Electric Chair driving RANMA down into the mat as now both men are once again down leaving the solid reception from the live crowd.

The crowd breaks out into a “LET’S GO RANMA/CCP! LET’S GO RANMA/CCP! LET’S GO RANMA/CCP!” chant as the referee starts to count both men out. It’s at the referee’s six count that both PAGE and RANMA start to stir and at the eight count PAGE is the first to his feet followed by RANMA but it’s PAGE who comes up from behind latching on to a back waist lock where he delivers a German Suplex! PAGE doesn’t release his grasp as he rolls through picking both himself and RANMA up off the mat where a second German Suplex is delivered and again PAGE maintains his grasp as he rolls through picking himself and RANMA up off the mat where a third German Suplex is delivered!! Again PAGE maintains his grasp around the waist of RANMA where he rolls through picking RANMA back up off the mat delivering a fourth German Suplex!! He maintains his grasp before rolling through where he picks himself and RANMA up off the mat where a Fifth and final Release German Suplex is delivered to SAOTOME to a pop from the crowd as CHRIS works his way back to his feet where he makes his way to the ropes, CHRIS steps out to the ring apron where he makes his way up to the top turnbuckle.

SAYORS: “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE IS TAKING TO THE AIR!

CHRIS stands up on the top turnbuckle where he measures RANMA before leaping off the top rope delivering a Diving Headbut to the coller bone of RANMA! CHRIS manages to make the cover hooking the far leg!

ONE!











TWO!













THRE-

There’s an explosion as RANMA kicks out before the fatal three count! PAGE cuts his eyes towards the referee who shows him two fingers as PAGE stands back to a vertical base. RANMA rolls over to his chest where he starts pushing himself up off the mat and as he stands PAGE comes forward with a boot to the midsection doubling RANMA over where PAGE under hooks the arms looking to deliver the PAGE PLANT!

Suddenly RANMA rips his arms free before countering with a back body drop sending PAGE crashing down to the mat while RANMA staggers forward towards the ropes. PAGE pops back up to his feet where he charges towards RANMA and eats a Superkick crumbling CHRIS to the mat! RANMA drops down on top of PAGE with a cover.

ONE!















TWO!












THRE-

RANMA kicks out of the PAGE PLANT to the loudest ovation of the night!! CHRIS PAGE looks like he’s seen a ghost as ADAM BARKER is livid on the floor! CHRIS shifts his attention towards the official who shows him how close he was to putting RANMA away! CHRIS works his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking RANMA up off the mat where he levels him with a European Uppercut sending RANMA back into the ropes where he bounces off and as PAGE ducks his head looking for a back body drop only to see RANMA put on the breaks and deliver a Hangman’s DDT to a thunderous ovation from the crowd as both men lay on the mat looking up at the lights forcing the official to lay the count to both men again! The crowd gives a solid ovation directed towards the ring as both PAGE and RANMA are down with the referee’s count reaching five before RANMA begins to stir immediately followed by CHRIS PAGE.


At the eight count both are back to their feet with PAGE swinging wildly and RANMA ducking out of the way sending PAGE in a complete circle! RANMA kicks the right knee dropping CHRIS to one knee before delivering a violent CRUEL ANGLES THESIS to the temple of PAGE! The crowd roars as RANMA rolls PAGE over making the cover while hooking the closest leg.

ONE!

















TWO!























THRE-


It’s PAGE who escapes the near fall as the crowd is on fire! The ovation breaks out into yet another “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” chant directed towards the ring with the effort both of these men are putting into this one chance encounter! Out on the floor ADAM BARKER is shown slapping his hand against the mat while trying to rally CHRIS PAGE as we see RANMA slowly starting to work his way back to a vertical base where he staggers towards PAGE reaching down and picking him up off the mat. RANMA rocks PAGE with a hard right hand followed by a second which sends PAGE back into the ropes. RANMA fires PAGE across the ring where he bounces off the ropes and into the awaiting arms of RANMA where he drives him down across his knee with a back breaker! RANMA has no wasted motion as he rolls PAGE over where he snitches him up and falls backwards with a Surfboard submission!! The referee is in prime position as he asks PAGE to surrender! CHRIS refuses as RANMA continues to crank back on PAGE’s head and neck! The referee asks a second time for PAGE to surrender and again PAGE refuses! PAGE manages to reach back with a free hand and gouge the eyes of RANMA to loud boos from the crowd but forces the hold to be broken. PAGE and RANMA both work their way back to their feet where it’s PAGE who thumbs RANMA back in the eye to more admonishment by the referee as CHRIS takes RANMA towards a neutral corner where he hoists RANMA up to a seat position on the top turnbuckle with his back to the mat below before he steps up to the middle rope where he takes a back waist lock! Once he has position CHRIS steps up to the top turnbuckle as the crowd anticipates the next offensive move. CHRIS comes off the top rope with a SUPER GERMAN RELEASE SUPLEX to RANMA that pops the entire building!!

SAYORS: WOW! Vinnie! You’ve been quiet, is everything OK? Did you just see that?

LANE: Yeah, I'm fine, just checking my Twitter dude.

Both men are down as PAGE slowly crawls towards RANMA and executes a cover without being able to hook the leg.

ONE!













TWO!














THRE-

RANMA pops his left shoulder up off the mat to a thunderous ovation which breaks out into a “FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!” chant as both men lay on the mat!! CHRIS rolls over off RANMA where he begins to pull himself back to a vertical base as the crowds chant seemingly gets louder and louder. Once to his feet PAGE reaches down picking RANMA up off the mat where he drives several stiff forearms to the side of the face before taking RANMA back into the ropes where he sends him across the ring, RANMA reverses and it’s PAGE that’s send bouncing off the ropes and into a sick SAOTOME SONATA!!! The roof explodes as RANMA lays on the mat catching his breath as ADAM BARKER is completely beside himself! RANMA starts to inch his way towards the cover and as he executes the cover the referee drops down into position.

LANE: Come on, Ranma! Make yourself useful! Beat this guy!

ONE!














TWO!



















THRE-

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

RANMA kicks out to another massive ovation from the crowd as PAGE is to both knees where he runs his hands through his long hair shaking his head as he steps up to his feet where he looks down at RANMA before shifting his attention towards a neutral corner and then back down to RANMA. CHRIS walks towards the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron before making his way towards the turnbuckles. He starts to climb up to the top rope while in the ring RANMA is pushing himself up off the mat and as CHRIS stands on the top rope RANMA lunges forward into the ropes causing PAGE to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle to a roar from the crowd! RANMA comes forward with a hard right hand to the jaw followed by an open handed chop across the chest that sounds like a gunshot going off! RANMA quickly latches on to the head and neck before bringing PAGE off the top rope with a Diamond Cutter which is referred to as NEW CASABLANCA! The crowd is on fire as RANMA rolls PAGE over and executes a cover! The fans count alongside the official in unison!

ONE!













TWO!


















THRE-

LANE: I honestly don’t understand. How long are we supposed to keep doing this? I have a girl to get back to, I can’t watch Chris Page all goddamn night!

PAGE pops a shoulder up off the mat to another massive gasp from the crowd as Toronto fans can’t believe the spectacle that’s unfolding in front of their very eyes as neither man refuses to lose!!! RANMA sits on both knee’s with his hands on his hips wondering what else does the have to do to put CHRIS PAGE away tonight at “XX”. He stands to a vertical base where he signals for the SAOTOME SERENADE which garners another massive ovation from the crowd as we see RANMA position himself behind CHRIS as CHRIS is shown crawling towards the ropes where he reaches out to the middle rope and starts to pull himself up off the mat while across the ring ADAM BARKER is shown leaving the Universal Title in a neutral corner before coming around the ring where he climbs up on the ring apron taking the attention of both RANMA and the referee! PAGE pulls himself to his feet and makes his way towards the neutral corner that houses the Universal Championship where he picks it up off the mat.

SAYORS: Hang on, what’s he doing?!

While ADAM has the attention of the referee the fans start to react and as they react we see RANMA quickly turn around where he’s blasted in the top of the head with a shot from the XWF Universal Championship by CHRIS PAGE!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

The crowd roars with loud boos as CHRIS tosses the title out to the floor as ADAM hops down to the floor leaving the referee to turn around to see CHRIS drop on top of RANMA with a body on body cover!!

ONE!
















TWO!



















THREE-

NO!

RANMA KICKS OUT! The arena goes ballistic as somehow, some way RANMA SAOTOME digs down deep for a very, very last second kick out which has PAGE shaking his head as now frustration begins to exude from his pores as he pulls himself up to his feet where he goes towards the referee demanding his count was slow! PAGE intimidates the official back into a neutral corner as he points in his face continue to complain about his count and with the official in with his back against the buckles is shoved by CHRIS PAGE!! The crowd roars as RANMA is shown pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base! The official shoves PAGE backwards and into the grasp of SAOTOME where drops PAGE with the SAOTOME SERENADE that blows the roof off the building! Several seconds elapse before RANMA can crawl into a cover and managing to hook a near leg.

ONE!














TWO!















THRE-

LANE: This is absolute insanity. SOMEONE FINISH SOMEONE, DUDES!

CHRIS kicks out to a massive gasp from the crowd at the near fall!! RANMA sits on the cavass looking up at the lights wondering what else he has to do to put CHRIS PAGE away. ADAM hops back up on the ring apron where he distracts the referee getting his attention as well as getting the attention of RANMA which allows CHRIS to roll towards a neutral corner. CHRIS starts pulling himself up to his feet using the turnbuckles where he starts to remove the top turnbuckle covering. Across the ring RANMA decks ADAM BARKER to a massive ovation from the crowd knocking ADAM off the ring apron! RANMA turns around where he sees CHRIS’s back! RANMA charges across the ring where he leaps in the air looking for a Splash on PAGE! PAGE side steps RANMA sending RANMA crashing sternum first into the exposed turnbuckle! RANMA staggers backwards where he is spun around by PAGE and planted with a boot to the midsection where he positions RANMA for the HIGH TIMES! RANMA counters with a back body drop!!

CHRIS PAGE pops quickly to his feet, and that’s when it happens.

THE

BLEEDING

HEART

SAYORS: OH MY GOD! RANMA LAYS OUT CHRIS PAGE!

LANE: YES!

SAYORS: RANMA MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!

















TWO!

























THRE-

ADAM BARKER reaches underneath the ring ropes and pulls the referee out of the ring to the floor before he can end the match!

LANE: NO!

The referee is furious, and he’s had enough of BARKERS shenanigans! He calls for the bell!

YOUR WINNER: RANMA SAOTOME (via disqualification at 51:43)

Adam Barker looks horrified at what's happened, but quickly turns away from the referee and rushes to collect Chris' Universal championship... errr, Robert Mains Universal Championship... errr, Unknown Soldiers Universal Championship? Barker secures the belt in his arms and slides to Chris' side, helping him up to his feet and quickly ushering him out of the ring as Ranma stands by and watches.

LANE: What the hell is that moron doing?

SAYORS: He's protecting the title! It's a disqualification! Chris Page is still the "champion"!

LANE: Steve, you're honestly inches from being fired.

CCP and Adam Barker retreat up the ramp holding their stolen title belt, and Ranma celebrates in the ring for possibly the final time in his XWF career after quite possibly the most brutal battle he's ever partaken in.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"THANK YOU RANMA!"

"THANK YOU PAGE!"

We fade out.




For the final time tonight the solitary spotlight appears on the stage, illuminating the Hall of Legends podium. It's not long before two men appear on the stage and begin to make their way over to the microphone. This is the first time tonight we've seen two inductors... and it's James Raven and Theo Pryce! Two of the current XWF co-owners!

James Raven steps to the microphone first to the applause of the crowd.

JAMES RAVEN: I know you've all heard from me a lot tonight, so I'd just like to start this off and I'll turn it over to Theo. The goal of XX was simple. It was a reunion, yes, and a way to honor the past of this company... but beyond that, it was a bridge. It was a way to connect fractured eras and become one again. Us old heads could have thrown our own reunion elsewhere... we could have named everyone a Legend... but we wanted to do it here, now, and with all of you. The fans, staff and roster that have made the XWF what it is now in our absence. The Hall of Legends needs to me more than a hollow memory of the past. It needs to be more than a dusty old book only we still read. The Hall of Legends needs to be for everyone, and honored by all.

James walks around to the front of the podium and rips the "XWF Classic" logo off of the wood so that only "Hall of Legends" remains.

JAMES RAVEN: The Hall of Legends is restored, and I'd like to hand things to Theo to present our FIRST Modern era inductee...
























THEO PRYCE: Wow...

Theo pauses for a moment as the fans continue with their shower of affection for John Madison.

THEO PRYCE: It's weird hearing you all cheer for John considering he was booed pretty heavily on a nightly basis but I get it, nostalgia is a funny thing. It makes you forget the past completely. Which is kind of antithetical to this moment right here since we are in fact honoring the past. John Madison's specifically. John Madison was a bit of a renaissance man. He wore a lot of hats, most of them covered in things we can't even say on television during this more Family Friendly era but John wore all those hats and he did so with pride. Or at least his version of them. John Madison was a member of The Black Circle, he was Shane 's trusted lieutenant. He was also a member of The Kings but he wasn't just any King. He was the First King and in my opinion the greatest King of us all. John Samuels, Doctor D'Ville and myself, we were all great in our own ways but John Madison was the best of the best. At least in terms of wrestling. In terms of being a human being John is easily one of the worst people you will ever come across in your life but somehow that awfulness is what made him charming. Crazy right?

The crowd cheers loudly.

THEO PRYCE: For those of you who don't exactly remember my past and why it is me up here inducting John instead of other worthy people like Shane let me give you all some backstory. In the summer of 2013 I had grown rather bored with my life as a rich asshole who had recently taken over his "father's" company. Don't get me wrong, being rich is pretty awesome. Buying whatever you want without ever having to think about it is great. And whoever said money doesn't buy happiness never had as much money as I do. But as happy as it can make you, there is only so much you can do with it and I got to a point where I needed something else to do. Something to pursue, a mountain to climb so to speak. After some soul searching I settled on professional wrestling. Don't ask me how or why because I honestly don't have an answer to that. It just happened. Fast forward a few months to September 2013 when I made my debut in he XWF. The very first person I ever met in this company was John Madison. He was brash, and arrogant and pretty rude but there was also something that draws you to him. It's hard to explain so I won't even try but when you are around him you feel it. For whatever reason though John saw something in me and so almost immediately after I signed on the dotted line John took me under his wing. And so when in November of 2013 at Lethal Lottery when I beat John Madison to become the 2nd King of the XWF it was a bitter sweet moment for me. Obviously I was happy to be the top dog in the XWF only 3 months after making my debut but beating the guy who had literally taught me everything I knew, it was sad in a way. But it was also a moment where John's work of grooming me to be the next "guy" paid off. And while that match is one I try not to really think about because of how utterly disgusting it was it was a moment that sealed John and I's fate as brothers in arms.

The crowd cheers loudly for the legacy of the Kings.

THEO PRYCE: There are very few people in this business that you can truly count on as allies and friends. John Madison despite being how absolutely bat shit crazy he is, he is one of those people for me. John Samuels is another one of course Doctor D'Ville and lest we forget my brother from another mother Sebastian Duke. Success is hard to come by in this business. It takes true talent, dedication and some help along the way. I would not be where I am today were it not for John Madison. That is not me being kind, it's me being honest. A lot of people see me as the architect of The Kings and while that is technically true it was John Madison that made me a King and so in effect John Madison is the true Kingmaker. So in closing let me say this about my friend John Madison. He is the greatest wrestler of the Shane era. He is the King of The Kings and he is now a lifelong member of the Hall of Legends.

The crowd let's out a loud cheer as John Madison appears on stage behind Theo Pryce. He stands there for a moment staring at the crowd before walking up to the podium.

JOHN MADISON: Fuck you Theo. And fuck all of you. I was perfectly happy sitting at home getting drunk until you all dragged me out here for an award I don't give a shit about. Now where's my coupon to The Sizzler that you promised?

THEO PRYCE: We can talk about that in the back John.

John Madison walks away from the podium and heads backstage with Theo Pryce trailing behind him. The fans are a little confused, but thoroughly amused. They offer a loud ovation as the two Kings leave the stage, and we fade out.


We fade in backstage, along an empty corridor lined with locker room doors. An attendant is standing near one of the doors, and knocks on it. The door opens, and Steve Jason steps out into the hallway, the cheers audible even from backstage as he comes into view. He's ready to go, adorned in silk boardshorts with a dark blue swirl pattern to them, along with his elbowpads, gloves and boots. A matching blue short-sleeved shirt covers his upper body, left open at the front to show his toned, athletic abdomen. He nods once to the attendant, then begins to make his way down to the ring.

The demeanor and body language Steve is showing is different to what's ever been shown to the crowd before. While his stride is steady, his ice-blue eyes flicker about every so often and he seems to almost be tense to the point of shaking. His breathing is measured and deliberate, as if to force it to a particular rate and tempo.

These are the hallmark signs of something Steve Jason has never shown before.

Nerves.

He walks down a particularly decorated stretch of hallway that has been lined on the left and right with promotional artwork. The artwork, on closer inspection, is decorated with the stars of the XWF's history, from the very beginning- Fran Damage, Jayzon Williamz, Cooper, Sully Burden, Lee Stone, Alex Cutwright, Andrew Gibson, T Money, KoRe, the faces go on. Steve looks across at each of them as if memorizing them as he walks through. We can now see earbuds have been mounted into his ears, and we can only guess at what he's listening to. He does, however, repeat the words - not singing, but instead in a quiet, reverent monotone.

STEVE JASON: "...that'll keep you going through the show, come on it's time to go..."

Steve continues down the hallway. The faces now become much more familiar. They are the faces of the wrestlers who are appearing or have appeared tonight at XX, arranged in such a way that one opponent or group of opponents appears on the left, and the second on the right. Steve looked through them all, his expression indecipherable as he looks over them all as if for the last time. Matt Sharp, Barney Green, Chasm, Legion, Peter Gilmour, Zach Rizza, Grimoire Xmyles, Dr. Emo, Raziel, Mike Raboin, Dominator, Mighty Kid, Unknown Soldier, Michael Graves. He walks past each one taking in the details of the faces as if he may never see them again.

He pauses briefly to smile a little as he passes the artwork of Star, Tomoko Hanahara and Heather Halliwell. There's history there. A lot of it. He murmurs some more words as he continues to walk.

STEVE JASON: "...out of the corner of my eye..."

He continues to walk past the faces. Trent Gein, Famine of the Vile, Centurion, Maverick, K Money, Shane , Ace Vincent, FuZz, Aidan Collins, Dante Anglais, Bigg Rigg, Superballs, James Raven, Big Shank, Chris Page, Ranma Saotome...

STEVE JASON: "And I..."

Steve finally comes to the last pair of faces - one on the left, the other on the right. On the left is the face of The Brand. On the right is his own. Both of the faces are painted as if they're staring each other down, head to head, like two titans preparing to clash. Steve closes his eyes, his breathing becoming a lot slower and more measured now as he slowly stands in place. His shoulders and arms tense up tightly for a few moments, then go slack by his side. He does this a second time, and then a third time as his eyes open. He looks between the face of The Brand and the face of his own a second time, and again closes his eyes and goes through the tense/de-tense cycle. For the first - and last - time ever, we're seeing the meditative ritual Steve goes through before every match, amplified by a thousand. He finally speaks again.

STEVE JASON: "...have become..."

Finally, Steve steels himself and strides forwards out of the camera view towards the corridor leading to the curtain, his words echoing behind him as he marches out to face his destiny.

STEVE JASON: "...comfortably numb."

Fade out.


Icy-blue lights suddenly light up the arena as the heavy drumbeats that accompany the beginning of "Midlife Crisis" by Faith No More reverberate around the arena for a few moments. Blue and white beams of light begin sweeping around the general entrance area of the arena as Steve Jason emerges, decked out in a silk white short-sleeved shirt over his ringwear, marching with a purpose down towards the ramp. He doesn't waste any time stopping and posturing on the way down the ring, striding down with purpose in time to the music and vocals. As he reaches the foot of the ring, he waits for a couple of moments then coils into action, leaping up to the top in one bound and over the top rope to the next. As he begins to move towards one of the turnbuckles, blue and white lights washing over his form, he slides his arms out of the shirt and seems to literally spring out of it up to the turnbuckles, leaving him in his ring boardshorts as he raises his arms to the crowd. He stands there for several seconds, closing his eyes and soaking up the atmosphere of the ringside area, then springs back down to the canvas and crouches in a combat stance.

“LETS GO STINGER!”

The lighting transitions, and soon two words appear on the X TRON.

“The Brand”

The fans inside the Rogers Centre explode! It’s been well over 15 years since The Brand had stepped in the ring… but here! Tonight! At XX! He’s ready to make his return.

The Brand appears on the stage, looking phenomenal for a near fifty year old. His hair is styled flawlessly, and he holds his arms out wide to soak in the adulation before making his way down the ramp.

“PRIMO!”

“PRIMO!”

“PRIMO!”

The Brand smiles, peering out from behind his Hollywood sunglasses as he slaps hands with several young children on his way to the ring.

SAYORS: I don’t believe this is happening! Steve Jason vs The Brand! It’s a literal dream match!

LANE: Two of the greatest to ever do it meet in the main event! But only one will leave here tonight as THE greatest!

The Brand climbs up the ring steps slowly and removes a fur coat, handing it to the ring attendant before stepping through the ropes! Brand and Steve Jason stare each other down the entire time!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

They don’t notice as the fans chant their names.

They don't notice as the referee checks in with each of them.

They continue to stare, respectfully but each incredibly determined to win this match…

… and finally…

20 years in the making…

The referee calls for the bell!

DING!

DING!

DING!

THE BRAND - vs - STEVE JASON - STANDARD MATCH -

The two men don’t budge from their corners as the opening bell rings, each eyeing the other from across the mat and remaining as unflinching as their Hall of Legends busts. Each and every fan in the building are on their feet, screaming their voices hoarse over this all time dream match up! Half the crowd scream for the Australian Icon, proudly sporting “UNKILLABLE” and “THE AVENGER” tee shirts as they pump their fists.

“S! J!”

“S! J!”

“S! J!”

Not to be outdone, lifelong fans of The Brand show off their own “66-0” and “HOLLYWOOD LIFE” shirts and try to shout down the other half of the crowd.

“PRIMO!”

“PRIMO!”

“PRIMO!”

SAYORS: I can’t believe this is actually happening…

LANE: Well, pinch yourself dude! It’s going down!

The Rogers Centre is all but shaking as the crowd stamp their feet and roar raucously. Steve Jason moves first and steps slowly to the middle of the mat. His face is lined with age, a few more gray hairs than the last we saw him in the ring, but he looks in shape and prepared. Slowly The Brand steps to the middle of the mat to join him. The Brand is pushing fifty years old now, but his hair is as golden blonde as it was in 1999 when he first stepped foot in the XWF. His abs are still perfectly sculpted, his skin tan and tight.

SAYORS: Good lord! At 48 Brand still looks like he could take on an army!

LANE: The guy’s a famous actor, Steve. It’s just movie magic. Don’t be fooled.

Steve Jason and The Brand stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, frozen in time as two of the original Wildcards size each other up for the first time in decades! They listen to the roar of the crowd, they feel the emotion in the air… they know exactly how big this moment is…

The biggest match in XWF history!

“S! J!”

“Primo!”

“S! J!”

“Primo!”

The Brand and Steve Jason break eye contact for the first time, and each turn to opposite ends of the ring to look out and survey the 60,000 attendees. The Brand smiles to himself, he knows he’s the draw they came to see. Steve Jason pats his heart, and points out to the seats. He doesn’t care who they’re all there to see. He’s happy they’re there.

SJ and Brand turn towards each other and come face to face once more in the middle of the canvas. Slowly Steve Jason extends his hand and wishes his old friend good luck.

THE BRAND: Luck? The Brand doesn’t need luck!

He shoves Steve Jason hard in the chest and sends SJ bouncing off the ropes! SJ tries to brace himself on the rebound… but the Brand hits him with a dropkick and sends him hard to the mat!

SAYORS: You’re better than that, Primo!

LANE: Welllll… what are we doing here, Sayors? Playing grab ass or deciding who the best of all time is?

The Brand rolls quickly to his feet and winks out at the crowd as Steve Jason picks himself up and sighs. He knew it was going to be a long fight, now he knows it may be a dirty one too. The two circle each other slowly, The Brand bouncing casually off the ropes a few times to get a feel for the ring after all these years. Finally… FINALLY… the two men tie up!

“HO-LY SHIT!”

“HO-LY SHIT!”

“HO-LY SHIT!”

Steve Jason takes the early advantage, overpowering The Brand and walking him straight back into the corner! The Brand straightens his elbows, stiff arming SJ right in the face and breaking the tie up! Steve Jason leaps right back into the corner and ties The Brand up once more before shooting him into the far ropes! SJ drops flat to the mat, allowing Brand to hop over him and slingshot all the way across the ring to the other set of ropes! Steve Jason pops up to his feet and jumps up for a dropkick, but Brand catches himself on the ropes and SJ lands harmlessly. Steve Jason pops back up but Brand is already on top of him, locking in a tight side headlock! SJ struggles, but Brand just cranks the hold and yanks at Steve Jason’s neck viciously!

SAYORS: The Brand is really working the neck of SJ, here.

LANE: Smart. Wear him down!

The Brand lets go of the headlock and shoots Steve Jason into the ropes… armdrag takedown! Brand flips Steve Jason through the air and pops back to his feet! SJ rolls to his feet at the ropes when suddenly Brand comes soaring across the ring with a leaping clothesline that flips SJ over the top rope and crashing to the apron! The Brand backs up and charges SJ, looking to shoulder tackle him to the floor below, but Steve Jason grabs the top rope and uses it as a fulcrum to swing his leg up and dot Brand between the eyes with an enziguri! What a counter! The Brand stumbles backwards to the middle of the mat and drops to a knee! Steve Jason makes his way over to the ringpost and quickly climbs to the top rope.

Steve Jason taking to the air!

The Avenger looks for a simple flying axe handle smash, but The Brand pops up from his knees as Steve Jason is midair… Brand catches SJ in the midsection, SJ lands off balance… and…









SAYORS: DDT! The Brand smacks Steve Jason out of the air, and DDTs him in the middle of the canvas!

LANE: The Brand hooks the leg!

ONE!










TWO!

Kickout by Steve Jason! The fans applaud loudly as Steve Jason kicks out and rolls The Brand off of him. Both men stand slowly and begin to circle each other again, SJ tipping his imaginary cap to The Brand after that last exchange. The Brand really seems to be feeling himself, here! He’s been able to control the action in the ring thus far, and he puffs his chest out proudly as he and Steve Jason look to tie up again! Steve Jason fakes a leg sweep, and The Brand straightens up and tries to pull back, but it was a fake! Steve Jason feinted with the trip and set The Brand up perfectly for a judo hip toss! The Brand winces as he flatbacks on the canvas and tries to pop right back up… but Steve Jason rolls to his side control and keeps him flat!

SAYORS: The Brand is trying desperately to get to his feet here!

LANE: Too late! Steve Jason locks in a head and arm triangle! The Brand is trapped!

The Brand flip flops on the mat like a fish, trying to roll to either side and relieve the pressure but Steve Jason has him anchored to the mat! The Brand tries to bridge his back and force his way back up to his feet, but SJ clamps down even tighter on the neck and presses down on the shoulders! The Brands shoulders are flat! The referee slides into position for the count!

ONE!

The Brand is able to roll a shoulder up and off the mat! He breaks the count but still can’t escape the submission! He begins to rotate his body on the mat…





… his face is turning purple!






… Steve Jason squeezes with everything he’s got!







… The Brand gets his foot across the bottom rope!

The referee commands SJ to let go of the hold, and with a disappointed look on his face he does so. Steve Jason stands and retreats to his own corner of the ring, shaking out his arms and getting the blood flowing after squeezing that submission for so long. The Brand climbs slowly to his feet as well, clutching his neck and gasping for a few breaths.

SAYORS: That was unbelievably close! Steve Jason nearly submitted The Brand!

The Brand takes a step towards Steve Jason, clearly more cautious than he was earlier and careful not to get flipped with another judo toss. Steve Jason tries to wrap The Brand up, but The Brand measures the distance perfectly and stays JUST out of SJ’s range. Suddenly Steve Jason decides to try and close the distance! He falls back and bounces off the ropes, slingshotting himself as if launched from a cannon! Steve Jason flies through the air, looking for a flying knee that The Brand is able to sidestep. SJ whips around with a backfist but The Brand is able to lean back just in time and fire off a low kick that SJ checks before The Brand retreats across the ring to recollect. Steve advances again and keeps the pressure on The Brand, managing to tie him up in the corner and trying to twist him into position for a standing armbar!

The Brand throws a knee to the midsection of SJ, but The Unkillable has it scouted and catches the leg! Steve Jason adjusts his grip and wraps his arms around The Brands waist… belly to belly suplex! Steve Jason with the huge throw! SJ rolls calmly to his feet with a grin on his face as The Brand shakes his head from side to side and stands slowly. He mocks tipping his cap to SJ, to a supportive roar from the Toronto crowd.

LANE: Wow. This city LOVES Steve Jason, don’t they?

SAYORS: EVERY city loves Steve Jason, Vinnie!

This time it’s The Brand that lunges at SJ, shooting at his waist for a takedown that Jason is able to spin away from. The Brand tries to take Steve’s back but SJ whips around like a snake and gets back to his feet. Steve Jason loads up for a knife edged chop but The Brand is able to absorb the brunt of it, and tries to tie Steve up in a standing armbar of his own! SJ defends the armbar but a boot to the midsection doubles him over!

SAYORS: SWINGING NECKBREAKER! THE Brand plants Steve Jason with a swinging neckbreaker!

Now it’s The Brands turn to roll confidently to his feet, and he leans back in the turnbuckle and checks his fingernails with a smile as Steve Jason fumes and stands slowly.

LANE: These two look evenly matched here tonight, and the fans here in Toronto love it!

SAYORS: They have no idea who will land, or when! It feels like Steve Jason and The Brand could go for an hour and not land a dozen moves between them!

LANE: That sounds terrible. Honestly. That would be awful to watch...

SAYORS: These are the two greatest of all time. I’d watch them play checkers, Scrooge!

Both men are cautious this time, neither rushing into anything recklessly. They extend their hands and slowly tie up in the middle of the ring, engaging in a test of strength. The Brand gets the early advantage and begins to bend Steve Jason back, but soon its SJ who manages to recover and force The Brand down to his knees. SJ locks The Brand in a side headlock and walks him over to the ropes, pointing out at the fans to fire them up for what’s coming next… but he wasted too much time! The Brand escapes the headlock and shoves Steve forward into the ropes! SJ bounces and stumbles backwards into a bridging suplex! The referee slides into position!

ONE!







TWO!













T-

Kickout by Steve Jason! He rolls away from The Brand and back to his feet, looking to catch him with a dropkick but The Brand slaps him away and SJ crashes down to the mat! Brand grabs a front facelock and hauls Steve Jason back up to his feet… counter by Steve Jason!

SWINGING NECKBREAKER!

SAYORS: SJ got The Brand back with that one!

LANE: Sure did.

Steve Jason and The Brand lay next to each other on the canvas, both staring up at the stadium lights.

“S! J!”

“BRAND!”

“S! J!”

“BRAND!”

The Toronto fans are back to their feet and applauding furiously for the action these two all time greats have given them so far. The referee checks in with each man as they lay motionless on the mat, urging them back to their feet and back to battle… but ultimately has no choice but to start a ten count on each man!

“One!”

“Two!”

Steve Jason begins to move first, rolling to his hands and knees and trying to force himself to his feet before collapsing almost immediately.

“Three!”

“Four!”

The Brand begins to stir, army crawling to the nearest turnbuckle and dragging himself up to his knees.

“Five!”

Steve Jason drags himself up to his feet and turns to face The Brand as he staggers up to a vertical base. The Brand takes a few deep breaths… then lunges at Steve Jason! The Brand tries to wrestle Steve Jason to the mat but Jason dead weights and Brand can’t hit the suplex! Brand tries to adjust and trip Steve Jason to the canvas, but SJ is able to sprawl out and catch The Brand… in a D’arce choke! Steve Jason trying to squeeze the life out of The Brand, clamping down on his own bicep! The Brand begins to flop around wildly, but Steve Jason has the D’arce locked in tight!

LANE: SJ is trying to tap The Brand out once again! Steve Jason is looking to solidify himself as the greatest of all time!

SAYORS: The Brand isn’t going to let him get the win that easily! He manages to pull SJ’s arm loose enough to pop his head out!

Both men reach their feet and suddenly The Brand spears Steve Jason into the ropes! SJ and The Brand tumble through the middle and top rope, plummeting to the floor below!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Steve Jason and The Brand lay sprawled across the floor, the Toronto crowd on their feet in appreciation for both men’s effort.

SAYORS: I don’t know if the fans have sat down since this match started!

LANE: Welcome to the XWF. We charge you for the whole seat but you’ll only need the edge!

SAYORS: That’s actually a very solid line. We should consider using that for advertising.

The Brand crawls over to the fan barricade and drags himself up to his feet, taking a deep breath when he sees a fan in the front row with a handmade sign that reads “STEVE JASON FOREVER”. The Brand snatches the sign away, tearing it in half and tossing it to the floor and letting the fan know in no uncertain terms that The Primo is Primo. Steve Jason makes it slowly to his feet as The Brand storms in. The Brand swings a vicious left hand that SJ is able to duck, but Steve gets caught with a follow up front kick that catches him flush!

The Brand leaps in at the dazed Steve Jason! He tries for a scoop slam but SJ is able to keep his feet planted! The Brand adjusts quickly and powerfully whips Steve Jason across the floor and into the fan barricade! SJ shouts in pain as he hits the barricade, but he gamely climbs back to his feet and hits The Brand with a series of right hands! He rolls The Brand back underneath the rope and into the ring, then walks slowly around the outside of the ring to a free side before climbing up to the apron and through the ropes himself.

SAYORS: I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Steve Jason this determined! There’s nobody he would consider himself an underdog against… other than The Brand. He’s got something to prove!

LANE: Good! This match is basically to crown the true greatest of all time! He SHOULD try to prove something!

“S! J!”

“PRIMO!”

“S! J!”

“PRIMO!"

The two men back into opposite corners and grin at each other! They’re enjoying themselves! Steve Jason rushes out of his corner immediately, taking the fight to the undefeated Legend and smashing a stiff forearm into The Brand's jaw. The Brand stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle and Steve charges after him slamming several more forearms into the face of The Brand. Steve Jason grabs The Brand by the wrist and irish whips him across the mat into the opposite turnbuckle. The Brand bounces into the corner chest first, groaning loudly as he stumbles out to the middle of the ring and turns around to face his opponent. Steve dives at The Brands knees with a beautiful shoulder block, chopping The Brands legs out from underneath him!

Steve leaps on top of The Brand, throwing several right hands into the icons face before dragging him up to his feet. The Brand cocks back and unleashes a wild right hand, but Steve ducks underneath it and bounces off the ropes behind The Brand, charging up behind him and diving with another shoulder block to the same knee! The Brand collapses, his knee buckled and a howl of pain from his lips as SJ leaps on top of him again and grabs his ankle, dropping back and locking in a tight knee bar!

LANE: Steve Jason looking for another submission here! Whoa!

The Brand uses his free foot to kick at Steve's face, but SJ simply locks the kneebar in tighter and adds torque to the joint! The Brand gives up with the kicks and rolls as far as he can to his side... stretching for the bottom ring rope!





...






ALMOST!




...




......

SAYORS: He got it! It's a rope break! The referee is urging Steve to release the hold, and eventually he does!

Steve Jason rolls to his feet, retreating and putting his back against the ropes to take a quick breather. The Brand rolls slowly to his hands and knees, then uses the ropes to pull himself slowly to his feet. Steve Jason waits for The Brand to turn, then bounces himself off the ropes and sprints at the legend!

CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

LANE: The Brand drills Steve Jason with an enziguri! He almost took the Unkillables head clean off!

SAYORS: SJ GOES DOWN!

Steve Jason stumbles a few feet before collapsing limp to the canvas. The Brand takes a step towards him, but his knee buckles underneath him and he topples over a few yards short of his foe. The crowd gasps, but The Brand doesn't give up and army crawls across the canvas towards Steve and eventually manages to drape an arm over his shoulders. The referee slides into place beside them and begins the count!

ONE!








TWO!







A kickout by Steve Jason! He's still alive in this one! The Brand rolls over to his back, frustrated and clearly in pain. Steve Jason begins to stir, and the two men climb simultaneously to their feet. The Brand uses the top rope for support, SJ taking a few careful steps towards him so as not to get caught with another haymaker. Sensing weakness, Steve Jason unloads two heavy muay thai leg kicks and digs deep into the thigh and the back of The Brand's injured knee. The Brand nearly collapses but clutches the top rope desperately. Steve Jason looks for a clothesline... but The Brand drops to the mat, pulling down the rope and sending SJ toppling over to the floor outside!

LANE: What a fall!

The crowd cheers loudly, The Brand gaining himself a chance to swing the momentum in his favor! He rolls underneath the bottom rope, joining Steve Jason outside the ring and using his right leg to hold nearly all of his weight as he lifts Steve Jason to his feet and hurls him into the ring steps!

CLAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!

The top level of the steps slides out of place and clatters to the ground as Steve Jason slumps to the floor, The Brand stalking him slowly and nearly hopping on one foot. The referee urges the two men to get the action back inside the ring, and soon has no choice but to begin the count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

The Brand lifts Steve Jason up again, grabbing him by the back of the head and driving his face forcefully into the steel ring post. Steve Jason nearly falls, but Brand holds tight to his head and brings his knee driving up and into Steve Jasons nose!

SAYORS: I think Steve Jason's been busted open! HE HAS! Blood is dripping down his nose and into his mouth!

LANE: I like everything about this.

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

The Brand, still hopping on one leg, rolls Steve Jason underneath the bottom rope and into the ring before pumping his fist confidently to the delight of the fans!

“PRIMO!”

“PRIMO!”

He follows Jason into the ring and avoids the risk of a count out, slowly and gingerly climbing to his feet to continue his assault when suddenly Steve Jason grabs him by the tights and rolls him up with a small package! The crowd screams in horror as the referee slides over, caught off guard as was everyone else, and makes a quick count to make up for his delay!

ONE!









TWO!

Kickout! The Brand kicks out! Both men roll back up to their feet and Steve Jason throws another heavy leg kick, a sickening thud echoing through the Rogers Centre as The Brand clenches his jaw but holds his ground. Steve Jason tries another shoulder block at the injured knee, but The Brand leaps into the air and lands a flying knee straight into the temple of the diving Unkillable! Steve Jason gets knocked silly, flying backwards and getting himself tangled in the bottom rope!

LANE: That mother fuckers eggs got scrambled! Someone call Frasier to toss the salad and finish him off!

Frasier references. Topical.

The Brand scrambles across the ring on all fours to cover Steve, making sure both shoulders are covered and shouting for the referee to do his damned job. The referee complies, sliding over and beginning his count.

ONE!






TWO!










THR-

He stops, pointing at Steve Jasons foot which has been underneath the bottom rope the entire time! It's a rope break! The Brand is irate! He pounds the mat angrily and pulls Steve Jason to the center of the mat, dragging him to his feet and hitting a snap suplex that sends Jason skidding into the corner. Steve is trying to recover his senses and gets groggily to his feet, stumbling out to meet The Brand only to be smashed with a heavy clothesline! Steve Jason flips backwards, his legs folded over his head as he lands! The Brand rolls him over and pins him again, doing his best to end things now!

ONE!
















TWO!




















A KICKOUT BY STEVE JASON! He refuses to give up here, desperate to finally beat The Brand! The Brand rolls away from Jason, climbing to his feet in the corner and trying to stretch out his knee.

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

SAYORS: That leg is still bothering the Brand! He's having a hard time planting it to land any real offense!

The Brand continues to stretch and doesn't notice as Steve Jason gets up slowly! Steve Jason rushes The Brand, but The Brand sees him coming! He sidesteps Steve Jason, sending the Unkillable crashing into the turnbuckle! The Brand pulls Jason out of the corner!







FLIP PILEDRIVER!








THE BRAND HITS A FLIP PILE DRIVER!








The Brand connects with his patent technique, rolling atop Steve Jason and hooking the leg. The referee slides into position and there's no doubt about this one!

ONE!














TWO!
















THREE-

Kickout! Kickout! Steve Jason kicks out at the last second! He looks like he might be out cold here, though! His eyes are closed, his chest heaving wildly as he tries to regain his breath! He needs to pull things together here or his dreams of beating The Brand are over! The Brand leaps on top of Jason, trying to end this again, and the referee is already in position to make the count!

ONE!









TWO!











THR-

KICKOUT! Steve Jason digs deep and finds the willpower to kick out! He refuses to give up, as blood continues to pour from his nose and The Brand pounces back on top of him to pound him with hammer fists he refuses to surrender! He struggles to free himself from underneath The Brand, covering his face as The Brand slams fist after fist into his skull! He finally gets a foot on The Brands hips and shoves him backwards off of him! The Brand gets to his feet in the corner, winding up for a super kick!

The fans are on their feet!

This could be over soon!

“Ladies and gentlemen, there are two minutes remaining in this match!”

LANE: Wait, what?

SAYORS: Have we really come close to an hour already? Seriously? Is this match really going to hit the time limit?!

LANE: We call that a Broadway, Steve. You know, those of us that have ever actually wrestled.

SAYORS: Super rude, dude.

The crowd are on their feet, desperate for a finish! Steve Jason gets unsteadily up off the mat! The Brand shuffles forwards and cocks back for the kick!

LANE: His knee gives out! The Brand is down! He's rolling around the mat in agony, clutching his injured leg!





Steve Jason stares at The Brand and realizes that this… after everything… after 20 years… is his opportunity. The Brand tries desperately to get back to his feet, clutching the back of his leg and clenching his jaw with determination! He motions for SJ to charge him again, to give him everything he’s got and try to finish this once and for all.

LANE: Do it! Finish him Steve!

Steve Jason sets himself up and...

SAYORS: SHINKANSEN! Springboard spear from Steve Jason!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

60,000 fans are on their feet and screaming wildly as Steve Jason’s spear nearly rips The Brand in half! The Brand goes down! Steve Jason is down on the mat next to him! Steve rolls over and drops an arm across The Brands shoulders!

ONE!













SAYORS: Steve Jason is going to do it! He’s the greatest of all time!











TWO!












LANE: Undefeated no more! 66-1, baby!












THREE-

NO!

OH MY GOD!

The Brand gets a shoulder up off the mat! The Brand stays alive!

SAYORS: You could hit him with a dump truck, and he’d keep coming! The Brand is a machine!

Steve Jason and The Brand lay on the mat, each exhausted. They gasp for breath, pouring sweat as they listen to the supportive roars of the fans. Eventually, Steve Jason begins to crawl back to his corner, and takes a seat on the canvas and stares at The Brand. He rests his arms on the ropes, his eyes intense.

SAYORS: What is he doing?! He’s running out of time!

LANE: I think it’s already over. These guys have thrown everything at each other, and gone to the limit. I think Steve is happy with what he’s done here tonight.

SAYORS: But! But! How will we know who the greatest of all time is?!

LANE: Maybe we won’t. Maybe we have two G.O.A.T.s. Who knows? I think with the respect these two have for each other after tonight, after twenty years… they’re content leaving it unsaid.

The Brand hauls himself across the canvas and takes a seat in his own corner, still clutching his leg as he eyes Steve Jason at the other end of the ring. The Brand studies The Avenger, he studies The Unkillable.

He studies his Wildcard brethren.

“PRIMO!”

“PRIMO!”

“PRIMO!”

The Brand subtly tips his cap to Steve Jason.

“S! J!”

“S! J!”

“S! J!”

Steve Jason slowly tips his cap back.

DING!

DING!

DING!

YOUR WINNER: DRAW (via Time Limit at 60:00)

Steve Jason stands up and makes his way across the ring, helping The Brand to his feet on his injured knee. The two men share a few private words before Steve Jason thrusts The Brands hand high in the air.

LANE: The Brand remains unbeaten, kids!

The Brand graciously grabs SJs wrist and raises his hand in turn.

SAYORS: And Steve Jason went the distance with his white whale!

The two men shake hands before turning away and heading to opposite turnbuckles. The Brand struggles on his leg but manages to climb up to the middle rope and pose for the fans alongside The Unkillable.

“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”

“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”

“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”

SJ and The Brand drop down to the mat. This all seems right, somehow. It was the result that was supposed to happen.

The fans continue to celebrate late into the night.

The superstars and legends have done what they set out to do, and created a special night full of memories. A large pyrotechnic display goes off at the top of the ramp, the X TRON flickering to life.

“THE ACTION NEVER SLOWS DOWN!”

“20 YEARS OF THE XWF!”

And here’s to 20 more.

You’re all amazing. Thank you.

Last one to leave, please turn out the lights.

We fade to black.

The People’s G.O.A.T.
120-24-3

3x Universal Champion, 3x World Champion, 9x Xtreme Champion, 1x Hart Champion, 2x Phoenix Champion, 1x Women’s Champion (lol), 1x Federweight Champion, 1x Heavymetalweight Champion, 5x Tag Team Champion
(w/ Aidan Collins, Roxy Nova, Mia Sanchez, Big Shank, Drew Archyle/Robert Main)

XWF Hall of Legends
#4 on XWFs “Top 50” List
2009 Rookie of the Year
2009 Face of the Year
2010 Heel of the Year
8x Star of the Month
2x Star of the Year (2009/‘10)
2x Feud of the Year (2010/‘11 w/ Big Shank)
2017 High Stakes Winner
Former Owner
Lots of other random shit