11 - 23 - 2025 LIVE FROM BOSWORTH FIELD LEICESTERSHIRE, ENGLAND PRE-SHOW Latoya Hixx Razor Blade El Landerson Deena Hixx - vs - Y’all know Who Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing Dwayne “The Grok” Johnson v2.0.1 Captain Future Anarchy Rules - 1 RP/1k for each competitor La Maison de la Foufoune Roxy Cotton Atara Raven ©Shawn Warstein Tatiana Jolee Reggie Estrada - vs - The House of King Kieran King © Kristoffer Arroyo Big D Larry Tact The House of the Psycho ‘Psycho’ Solomon © Sarah WolfDoctor Holly Cambric Thunder KnucklesFrances Marigold Mister Oz - vs - The House of Hardcore Scoops McGee Dickie Watson © Richard Powers Game Girl Amber Mansley The House of Wayward Wanderers Betsy Granger Sebastian Everett-Bryce © Corey Black Barney Green - vs - The House of the Thorned Crown Isaiah King © Jennie Nickles Centurion Savannah KnightleyDrew Archyle XXXVI © & THE DIRECTOR © - vs - ??? & ??? Open Challenge! 1 RP/2k for a collab RP OR 1 RPs/1k for each competitor SURVIVORS FROM MATCH #1 - vs - SURVIVORS FROM MATCH #2 - vs - SURVIVORS FROM MATCH #3 IN MEMORY OF RICHARD POWERS GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

The Trillionaires sit in their office, throwing darts against a wall…

Wait, no, that’s Peter Principle’s exposed, completely flat chest, that they’ve painted a dartboard on!

”Hey fellas!” Peter calls from his wheelchair. ”Just checking, do I eventually get a turn as a thrower… and someone else can be the target?” He squeezes his chest! ”I’ve been the target for like… three hours now and it’s starting to hurt my feelings! And heart!”

”Totes McScrotes, P-diddy!” Zuck assures him as Elon lines up throwing a dart… . ”Just… after another half-dozen games…”

He tosses it!

Wham! Embedded into Peter’s knee!

”Oh.” Peter winces with pain… ”Sorry, sir! Looks like you missed the board entirely!”

Elon looks up puzzled. ”Wait… there’s a dartboard?” Elon looks up and sees the board painted on Peter’s chest! ”Oh shit, who drew that?” He grins. ”That’s hilarious.”

Knock knock!

”It’s open.” Calls out Jeff Bezos.

‘Big’ Dick Lichter walks in.

”Gentlemen…” Lichter clears his throat. ”I have an urgent matter to discuss.”

”Pfff.” Elon scoffs, as he YANKS the dart from Peter’s knee. ”We decide what’s urgent! And I have no idea what you’re talking about, so how urgent can it be?!?”

”...You know how you promised every title will be on the line at WarGames?”

…

”The Anarchy champion… Atara Raven… is missing!”

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JC: Folks, we’ve got our opening match set for what will be the biggest and most explosive WarGames of all-time!

JR: All eight competitors are in the ring already! American Storm, Deena Hixx, and El Landerson set to take on… the oddest foursome I think has possible ever been assembled in XWF history!

JC: I asked the Team Captain YKW what his team calls themselves and he insisted that I already knew his team name.

The two four-person teams stand in opposite corners, each going over team strategy! YKW, Future, and Grok talk gameplan, as Sir Lionel, dressed like “Cavortin’” Jake Borden, complete with silver jacket that looks like an old-school popcorn bag…

JC: Now, to be clear, this is NOT a WarGames match. No cage! No staggered entry! But it IS a four-on-four elimination match!

YKW and his teammates discuss who should start the match for their team… when Captain Future scoffs… Then his face goes slack with the kind of distant focus only a man watching events that haven’t happened yet can manage. His fingers twitch—he’s feeling the future landing on him.

JC: Captain Future looking into the Future to determine who will start the match for his team! Something that is locked into the future and will always have had happened!

JR: IN THE FUTURE!

That’s it! Future “sees” the correct answer, he slowly raises an arm and points to Y’all Know Who for his team… then points across the ring to Razor Blade.

JC: …I don’t think Future gets to decide who starts out for his opponent’s team.

Razor snorts at being chosen—nostrils flaring, jaw tightened in a mix of indignation and pumped-up pride—so he steps through the ropes, chest out, ready to start.

JC: Oh wait, never mind. I guess he does?

YKW and Razor each head to the center of the ring!

YKW beams with full-bodied overfamiliar joy, waving at Razor like they’ve known each other since childhood. Because of that buoyant friendliness, he hops into the ring, clapping his hands and pointing at Razor like they shared a secret.

JC: Now, what’s going on here, Rogan! I thought YKW was here to avenge Razor et al murdering his old team!

JR: Yep! But then, he went back in time to save them and it turns out he killed all of them trying to save them! So, no hard feelings against Razor! This is no longer a grudge match and just a friendly face-off!

Everyone else sees this and just shrugs.

Well… Sir Lionel tries to shrug like a commoner but remembers he’s acting like Jake Borden, so he says ”G-g-golly!” and scratches his head.

The bell rings.

PRE-SHOW Latoya Hixx Razor Blade El Landerson Deena Hixx - vs - Y’all know Who Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing Dwayne “The Grok” Johnson v2.0.1 Captain Future Four-on-Four Elimination Match

YKW gives Razor a huge, warm smile, tilting his head, eyebrows raised like he’s greeting an old friend he absolutely didn’t remember until this very moment. That earnest friendliness motivates him to rush in for a tie-up.

Razor tilts forward, narrowing his eyes, annoyed that someone this cheerful is standing across from him. His irritation drives him to shove YKW hard into the corner.

YKW hits the buckles, blinking dramatically as if surprised by gravity itself. His surprise melts into a delighted “oh ho!” grin!

Razor, furious at how affable and friendly YKW is… charges him in the corner! But YKW ducks under and Blade goes back first against the turnbuckle! As YKW hops to the middle rope for 10-count punches!

ONE! TWO! THREE!—

Razor’s face tightens with rising frustration, lips pursed, nostrils flaring. That sudden burst of temper motivates him to slip out from under and yank YKW onto his shoulders! POWERBOMB!

YKW hits the mat, eyes wide, limbs splayed like a man remembering he has bones. His expression shifts into impressed admiration—which leads him to kip up instantly and point to Razor like, “Yeah! Yeah! Good move!”

Razor squints—confused that his opponent enjoyed that.

JC: What the hell is wrong with this Y’all Know Who fellow!

JR: I was hoping you knew, Jacuinde! I just started working here a few weeks ago!

Blade shrugs befuddled before walking to his corner and smacking El Landerson

Landerson springs onto the top rope, as YKW walks forward to shake hands… But Landerson dives off, launching a quick Springboard Hurricanrana onto YKW!

JC: What a maneuver from the Bit Luchador!

YKW flops to the mat and looks up at Landerson in pure awe, as if he’s seeing the move for the first time every time. YKW enthusiastically charges at Landerson, looking for a big Arm Drag…

But Landerson rolls through,doing a handspring off the mat, into the ropes, rebounding off…

Quick Reverse Crossbody that drops YKW again!

YKW laughs as he goes down—slapping the mat like he’s in on the joke!

That laugh motivates him to roll all the way across the ring and tag in Captain Future, who steps through the ropes exactly as he predicted he would, three seconds before he actually did.

JR: Here we go! Captain Future! Now I might know what’s going on!

Future stares at Landerson with a serene calm—his face showing the faintest anticipatory wince at a move that hasn’t happened yet. Because he sees the incoming offense, he immediately performs a Future Discus Punch, which visually seems like he mistimed it…

…but three seconds later Landerson clutches his jaw and falls backward, gasping as the delayed damage hits him.

JR: …Nope, I’m still so fucking confused.

Landerson sits up, bewildered, tapping his own jaw like it betrayed him.
The confusion drives him to tag in Deena Hixx.

JC: THE GEEK GODDESS

Deena bursts through the ropes already vibrating with speed—eyes wide and manic, feet bouncing faster than the ring can keep up with. Her excitement motivates her to hit a blistering Low Dropkick… which Future dodges early, because he saw it coming.

JC: Future saw it coming!

JR: Future Vision might be the only way to dodge an attacker as quick as Deena Hixx!

Future calmly steps aside, his face soft with apologetic clairvoyance.

The apology on his face frustrates Deena—how dare he be sorry for something she hasn’t done yet? Her irritation makes her go for a Spinning Heel Kick.

Future takes the pose of being hit… and then three seconds later he crumples.

But his momentary collapse lets Deena grin triumphantly, bouncing on her toes, thrilled she finally hit him…

Future rising to her feet… As she leaps, going for a hurricanrana!

…Future sees it coming, sighs, and tags out to Dwayne “The Grok” Johnson.

JC: Grok v2.0.1 is here! And he’s one machine, not twenty this time!

JR: Damn shame. Because Grok v2.0 was actually 20 Grok’s, I was kinda hoping v.2.0.1 would be two-hundred-and-one Groks…

Grok steps in stiffly, posture perfect, eyes scanning like HUD displays flickering behind his eyelids. His head tilts as he processes Deena’s speed metrics. This analytic intensity motivates him to attempt an Arm Drag.

Deena slips through it with a fluid twist, grinning with wild pride!

JC: Incredible athleticism on display here by Deena Hixx!

That pride motivates her to cartwheel backward and tag in her big sister, Latoya Hixx.

JC: THE STORM HAS ARRIVED!

Latoya stomps in with big, bullish swagger—brow furrowed, jaw set, shoulders rolling like a storm cloud.

She charges forward, immediately going for a spear!

…Unfortunately, Grok freezes for half a second… he picked a really bad time to install an update —processing—processing—processing—

WHAM! Grok gets folded in half by the Spear.

As he spasms from the impact, his expression glitches between confusion and recalculation.
Those flickering reactions motivate him to roll toward his corner and reach desperately for a tag.

And who is dramatically reaching for that tag?

Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing OBE, playing the part of Cavortin’ Jake Borden!

Grok’s hand slaps Lionel’s.

Latoya glares at him like he’s a malfunctioning traffic cone.

Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing OBE rolls into the ring on all fours, eyes wide and jittery, lips pursed in a nervous “aww shucks” smile. He tugs at the sleeves of his silver jacket, playing up Jake Borden’s signature bashful charm.

That self-conscious dorkiness motivates him to stagger upright with a timid wave to the crowd.

JC: Y’know, Lionel actually does a pretty decent Borden impression.

JR: I can’t wait to see the next Borden-like thing he does: Getting mauled to death by Latoya Hixx!

Across from him, Latoya Hixx narrows her eyes. Her brow scrunches in disbelief—this goober is what Grok tagged in? The sheer insult tightens her muscles.

That growing fury motivates her to explode forward for…

ANOTHER SPEAR!

Seeing Latoya rocket toward him, Lionel’s eyes bulge with horror—out loud he cries ”G-g-g-good heavens!”

JC: I think some Lionel bled into the Jake impression that time!


This terror triggers an instinctive, clumsy somersault to the side.

Latoya blasts face-first into the turnbuckle with a fleshy THUD.

She recoils, staggering back, shaking her head with growing irritation—the embarrassment of whiffing a Spear eating at her ego.

Meanwhile, Lionel lies on his belly, blinking at the ring like he’s still alive purely by clerical error. The realization dawns across his face—eyes wide, eyebrows raised, mouth forming a shocked open “O.”
This stunned relief motivates him to rise shakily and climb the middle turnbuckle.

His partners—YKW, Future, and Grok—eruption into supportive cheers. YKW claps like Lionel just won the lottery. Grok computes Lionel’s odds improving from 0.01% to 0.02%. Future stares ahead knowingly, already wincing for something that hasn’t occurred yet.

Lionel lifts his arms with exaggerated swagger—the crowd giggling at his overdone hero pose.
This goofy confidence motivates him to leap with Jake Borden’s famous…

Double Axe-Handle!

WHACK!

Latoya crumples to the mat, clutching her head.

JC: OH MY GOD! SIR LIONEL JUST HIT A MOVE!

JR: IT’S A MIRACLE!

In her corner, Razor, Deena, and Landerson shout at Latoya to get her head in the game!

Latoya’s teeth grit, furiously! Shaking off anger as she works her way up to her knees…

Meanwhile Lionel’s face lights up—childlike wonder, mouth wide, eyes sparkling. He points dramatically to the turnbuckle again, as though destiny itself demanded an encore.
This overflowing excitement motivates him to start climbing for Jake Borden’s legendary Quadruple Axe-Handle.

Lionel leaps—

QUADRUPLE AXE-HANDLE!

…But this time, Latoya’s ready…

A MIDAIR SPEAR.

Lionel folds around her like laundry.

The audience collectively winces.

Latoya pushes up, chest heaving with triumphant rage, a wild grin spreading across her face from knowing she finally landed something devastating.

YKW covers his eyes horrified… Future covered his eyes three seconds ago because he already saw that move happen in the future!

Latoya stares down at the broken Sir Lionel, thinking about putting him out of his misery… before rolling back to her corner.

SHe tags in Deena!

Sir Lionel, half-conscious, sits up like a zombie—eyes unfocused, limbs loose, as though being puppeted by gravity alone.
His vacant stare motivates Deena to charge forward from the corner!

DEENA WIZARD!
Her knee collides with his skull. Lionel flips backward in a full backward roll, catching himself halfway only because the ropes catch him!

JC: …Welp. Welcome to wrestling Sir Lionel…


Deena grins wickedly, before heading back to her corner…

Tagging in El Landerson!

Landerson leaps to the apron, eyes bright, nodding rapidly. Moving with his usual spring-loaded confidence, he launches—

THE LANDERSON SIX-ONE-NINE!

Lionel bounces forward from the ropes, lying immobile into the center of the ring…

Landerson vaults immediately into a—

SPRINGBOARD FROG SPLASH!

Landerson hooks the leg.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Eliminated: Sir Lionel Pennyfarthing

Future sighs with resigned sadness, knowing this outcome long before Lionel tagged in.
YKW falls to his knees, hands on his head, devastated as if he lost a childhood friend.
Grok’s body twitches with recalibration—note to self: do not tag in the actor.

They drop to the floor to huddle, recomputing strategy—Future whispering what they will do, YKW nodding as though he remembers doing it already, Grok processing at 150% capacity.

Inside the ring, Razor, Deena, Latoya, and Landerson high-five in a chaotic celebration, hooting and hollering over the carnage.

Meanwhile, the official gently rolls Lionel under the bottom rope like a discarded prop from a play.

JC: Icarus flew too close to the sun… Sir Lioonel flew too close to the quadruple axe-handle!

JR: Exit stage right for Sir Lionel!

On the floor, the remaining three teammates hold out their fists for rock, paper, scissors.

Grok informs the two that he has calculated the optimal rock, paper, scissors strategy and it is to always throw rock.

YKW says what if he throws paper. Future shakes his head, saying Grok is correct and in the future, he and YKW throw scissors.

…YKW shrugs. Future and YKW throw scissors, knowing it will lose. Somehow, Future still looks disappointed.

So Grok climbs onto the apron, stepping in with chilling, stiff-bodied precision—no wasted motion.

JC: Okay! Team American Storm has a one man lead… Now, it’s Grok facing off with El Landerson!

Landerson squares up, bouncing lightly on his toes, eyes narrowing behind the mask with tactical excitement.

Grok charges in looking for a collar-and-elbow… but Landerson counters from below, firing off some rapid low kicks!

Each kick makes Grok’s body jerk with delayed robotic recalibration… He presses his boot against Landerson’s chest, driving him backwards…

But Landerson simply bounces off the ropes and goes low again!

BASEMENT DROPKICK!

Grok stumbles, knees buckling. His expression flickers between WARNING and SYSTEM STRAIN.
The instability motivates Landerson to charge the ropes again!

He soars through the air!

FLYING CROSSBODY!

…but Grok’s eyes widen with sudden predictive clarity!

He snatches El Landerson in mid-air! Before seamlessly adjusting into a powerslam position.

Grok spreads his arms theatrically while holding Landerson, mocking human wrestlers with a parody of “showboating.”

JC: You’d think a machine like Grok would skip the showboating to be more efficient!

JR: Showboating is a necessary part of the sport, Jacuinde!

Meanwhile, from the apron, Deena Hixx sees her moment. Her eyes ignite like fireworks, as she climbs the top rope behind Grok.

Grok nods to his teammates, like we’ve got his in the bag…

Grok sees his partners frantically pointing behind him—Future stoic, YKW waving like it’s a parade.

Grok’s head snaps around.

DEENA CROSSBODY!

All three collide—Deena’s momentum smashing Grok backward so Landerson lands on top of the automaton for a cover!

The official counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Grok kicks out with raw force, sending Landerson rolling.



Landerson sits up, clutching his ribs as Deena rushes back to the apron, grabbing the tag rope!

Landerson forward rolls! TAG!

Deena slaps in!

Grok clearly thinks he needs some time to turn off and turn back on… he crawls arm-over-arm toward his corner, mechanical fingers clawing at the mat.

Deena sees this and grabs his ankle, teeth clenched in furious effort.

JC: Deena trying to stop Grok from tagging out!

But YKW, filled with frantic urgency and blind optimism, stretches impossibly far…

And makes the tag anyway!

JR: YKW makes the tag anyway!

JC: Someone ought to tell Deena Hixx, she’s still going after Grok!

Indeed, Deena’s still grabbing Grok’s leg, trying to force him into a Crossface. Her brow furrows in confusion as the automaton stops resisting—she thinks she’s winning.

Then a shadow falls over her shoulder.

She spins around…

Y’ALREADY KNEW HOW THIS WOULD END!

JR: I did not!

(Superkick)

JR: Oh. Okay.

YKWnails Deena so hard she spins like a pinwheel.

She collapses, dazed, eyes rolling back. YKW throws himself onto her with theatrical enthusiasm!

Meanwhile Grok rises and stands guard, blocking Razor, Latoya, and Landerson with cold robotic efficiency.

The ref counts:

ONE!

TWO!


THREE!

Eliminated: Deena Hixx

JC: And with that, we’re even again!

Deena rolls limply out of the ring, vision blurred, head lolling as trainers rush over.

Landerson charges in before YKW can recover, peppering him with rapid-fire rights and lefts like a luchador pinball let loose.

YKW shoves him back into the corner, spins to face the crowd, and climbs to the top rope for the Ten Count Punch—
—only to suddenly freeze.

He looks down.

Landerson is way too short for him to reach from up there.

JC: Someone get Landerson a step ladder so YKW can reach him with his fists from there!

YKW climbs down to the middle rope instead—
AND LANDERSON POWERBOMBS HIM OUT OF THE CORNER!

JC: Holy cow! Surprising strength from El Landerson! What a counter!

Landerson stacks YKW onto his shoulders!

The official counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOO! YKW KICKS OUT!

Landerson pops up and goes for the ropes, building momentum!

YKW rears back for a decapitating CHOP!

but Landerson ducks, hits the opposite ropes with blistering speed!

And before YKW can turn around… Landerson BLASTS YKW’s backside with a basement dropkick!

The impact launches YKW across the middle rope in perfect 6-1-9 position.

JC: Landerson possibly in position to score his second elimination of this match!

Across the ring, Captain Future calmly smacks Grok on the shoulder, as if he’d been waiting for that exact moment.


Landerson crosses himself dramatically, hits the ropes—
going for another LANDERSON SIX-ONE-NINE—
BUT FUTURE FLASH-KICKS HIM AS HE HITS THE ROPES!

JC: Future Kick! That’ll stop Landerson in his tracks!

JR: Will it? It looks like nothing actually hit Landerson!

Nothing happens at first.

Landerson just keeps sprinting, totally unfazed—
until he hits the opposite ropes, spins,
and suddenly the delayed kick SLAMS through his spine!

He collapses to his knees in whiplash confusion.

YKW, shaking it off, stumbles into the ropes… as Grok smacks his back!

Landerson forces himself up, dazed, wobbling— as Grok scoops Landerson off his feet
STRAIGHT INTO A GROK BOTTOM!

The ring erupts on impact.

Grok hooks the leg as Future and YKW form a wall, blocking any rescue attempt.

Razor Blade and Latoya Hixx pound the apron in fury as the referee counts—

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eliminated: El Landerson

JC: He never even saw it coming—literally!

JR: The future hit him harder than the present ever could. Adiós, El Landerson!

JC: Which is spanish for “Goodbye, The Landerson!”

Grok stands in the center of the ring, chest puffed, mechanical eyes narrowing with calculated arrogance.

YKW beckons Grok back to the corner so the team can re-group…

But Grok waves his partners back to their corner, as if saying, “I’ve got this.”

JC: Grok feeling confident now that his team has taken a 3-to-2 lead!

JR: But now he’s gotta take on the American Storm!

Latoya steps through the ropes, jaw set, nostrils flaring, fists clenched. She advances, bracing for the electrified automaton.

Grok immediately lashes out with smacking rights, each blow powered by servo-like precision.

RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND!

Latoya tries to hoss through them, absorbing the strikes… as she’s backed toward the corner…

Grok lifts a massive fist, sensors glowing, searching for a final, finishing blow…  He stares at his own hand as if filling it with all his processing power…

HE SWINGS A KNOCKOUT OPEN-FIST SMACK!

…

But Latoya tilts forward, ducking beneath his arm!

Grok spins around… as Latoya wraps her arms around him and lifts him into the air!


BEAR HUG!

JC: Oh my God! Latoya is going to try and squeeze the life out of the most electrifying machine in sports entertainment!

JR: Hang on, I’m going to google Grok’s user manual to find out how many pounds per square inch of pressure he can take…

Latoya’s hands clamp around Grok’s metallic torso, squeezing with raw, human force!

Grok’s optics widen, pupils nearly popping as if the system is overloaded.

The crushing embrace triggers panic in his programming; his chest compresses, mechanical joints creaking.

His head jerks upward, neck straining, servo joints whining like a Rock ’Em Sock ’Em Robot mid-battle!

Latoya grits her teeth, her entire frame flexing like steel beams under tension.
Her unrelenting determination motivates her to tighten the hold, driving every ounce of power into the human-versus-machine showdown.

Grok’s systems beep furiously, circuits overloaded; his eyes pop like blown fuses as his body goes limp!

The official calls for the elimination!

Eliminated: Dwayne ‘The Grok’ Johnson

JC: And then there were two!

The crowd roars as Latoya releases the machine, chest heaving, fists raised.

Her triumphant grin spreads across her face—pure, unadulterated victory over what was thought unstoppable.

YKW and Future watch from their corner, mouths agape.

Razor offers a tag—he wants to give Latoya a break.

Latoya shakes her head, teeth gritted, nostrils flaring.
Her sheer stubbornness and pride motivate her to wave off Razor—“I’ve got this.”

JC: It’s two-on-two now! American Storm against Y’all Know Who and Captain Future…

Future leans slightly forward, eyes narrowing, hand pointing toward YKW.
His strategic calm motivates YKW to step through the ropes without hesitation.

YKW crouches, circling Latoya, a mischievous grin splitting his face.

His confidence motivates him to probe for an opening, testing the tank’s defenses with the circle step’s, trying to outpace his ulta-strong opponent!

Latoya pivots, eyes blazing, turning to face YKW. Her back now presents itself to Future.
Her unshakable focus motivates her to stay poised, completely unaware of the incoming attack.

Future swings a massive clubbing forearm toward her back.

JC: …Hixx didn’t even move from that forearm!

JR: Yeah, but that’s kinda how Future’s offense works right? It’ll hit int a few seconds?

His controlled anticipation motivates him to wait, expecting the delayed impact to stagger her.

…Nothing.

Latoya doesn’t even twitch.

JR: …Oh dear! No good for Captain Future!

Her sheer strength and resilience motivate her to straighten, grab Future by the throat with a growl of frustration.

YKW’s eyes widen at the sudden reversal, body tensing as he scrambles forward.
His panic motivates him to shove Razor off the apron, clearing the path for a new tactic.

YKW leaps back, eyes alight with determination, and drives a dropkick into Latoya’s back.
Latoya stumbles forward into the ropes, releasing Future’s grip.

Her surprise and irritation motivate her to try to recover… but she’s already off balance.

Future’s expression stays calm, almost amused, as he seizes the opening.

This calculated patience motivates him to catch her with a hip toss, flipping the mighty tank onto her back.

Before she can react, both Future and YKW hit simultaneous LEG DROPS—stereo precision, chaos embodied!

Latoya’s eyes blink, jaw slackening, fists hitting the mat helplessly.

YKW and Future cover her together, hands hooking legs and shoulders.

ONE!

Razor dives under the bottom rope!

TWO!

He desperately crawls, diving toward the pin, hoping to break it…

But he’s too late!

THREE!

Eliminated: Latoya Hixx

JC: Hixx is eliminated! And now Razor Blade has to go it alone against YKW and Captain Future!

JR: Razor is a recent Star of the Month nominee, Jacuinde! But these are stacked odds for anybody!

JC: Razor has an all-time PPV record of zero wins, eight losses… Can he score the first PPV victory of his XWF career…

Razor Blade scrambles to his feet, fists clenching, jaw tight, eyes flicking toward the official.
The raised three fingers confirm what he already feared—he’s too late for the pin.

He seethes, nostrils flaring, shoulders coiled with barely-contained rage.
This fury motivates him to spring into the corner where Future and YKW are regrouping with unbridled aggression!

WHAM!

Blade launches a Stinger Splash into both opponents.

Future rolls to the side, maintaining calm stoicism, while YKW remains flattened, eyes wide, chest compressed against the turnbuckle.

YKW stumbles forward, dazed, as Blade bounds to the middle rope—eyes ablaze, adrenaline surging.

Disaster Kick!

YKW slams into the mat, face contorted in pain, body limp for a fraction of a second.

Blade kips up, screaming at the crowd, fists raised, chest heaving.

The roaring fans’ energy motivates him to signal his next finisher: the Blade Rose (Cross Rhodes), thumb drawn across his throat.

Future steps forward, calm and calculating, raising a boot to intercept.

Blade ducks expertly, evading the kick and simultaneously dropping YKW, who groans as he slumps to the canvas.

Future moves to grapple Blade, eyes narrowing, expression serious.

Blade anticipates the attack, snapping a knee upward into Future’s jaw, driving him backward into the ropes.

Future rebounds off the ropes, determination written across his face.

YKW, shaking off the impact, charges Blade from behind with pure reckless energy.

Both opponents swing—SUPER KICKS IN STEREO!
…

BUT RAZOR DUCKS!

…

And Future’s kick CATCHES YKW IN THE FACE!

JC: Oh dear! Possibly friendly fire!

…For a moment, nothing happens. Future’s boot simply resting against YKW’s skull.

Future’s expression shifts to worry, concern flickering across his otherwise impassive visage..

YKW, groaning, raises a thumb—he’s fine, he’s still in this.
Future exhales, tension releasing in a brief, human mome-.

WHAM!

YKW’s suddenly STRUCK! Dropping flat onto his back!

Blade springboards, executing a perfectly timed dropkick, sending Future stumbling into the corner!

He pivots immediately and hooks YKW for the cover.

The official counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eliminated: Y’all Know Who!

JC: And we’re down to one on each side! Captain Future versus Razor Blade!

The crowd erupts. Razor Blade rolls to his feet, pumping fists in the air, adrenaline and fury coursing through him.

Future circle steps determinedly, ready to finish this, fully confident his foresight gives him the edge.

Razor Blade rises to his feet, fists raised, chest heaving, eyes burning with equal determination.
His unshakable grit motivates him to stay square, ready to fight to the last ounce.

Future tilts his head, focusing, scanning the timeline—Future Vision flickers.

He sees… Razor Blade pinning him.

Shock registers on his face, eyes wide, mouth tight. He recoils mentally.

“Nope. Not today.”

With that, Future rolls out of the ring, body tense, sprinting backward—
the crowd erupts in boos as he tries to escape the inevitable confrontation.

JC: What the hell just happened? Future’s leaving?!?

JR: C’mon man! You can’t change the future!

Razor’s eyes flash, jaw set in a feral snarl—he’s not letting this go.

Future is backing up, looking at Razor like ‘hell no, HELL NO’

But suddenly, Landerson, Deena, and Latoya charge down the ramp, faces twisted with fury and determination.

Their combined force motivates them to grab the fleeing Future and hurl him back under the ropes.

Future lands hard, blinking, looking up like he didn’t see this coming…

Razor grabs him instantly, twisting him into guillotine position…

BLADE ROSE! (Cross Rhodes).
The impact slams him to the mat.

Razor hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Winner and Sole Survivor: Razor Blade! Winners: Razor Blade, El Landerson, Latoya Hixx, and Deena Hixx!

The bell rings. Razor rolls off Future, raising both fists to the rafters, chest heaving, sweat dripping, eyes wild with triumph.
The crowd erupts, chanting his name.

JC: Unbelievable! Razor, Latoya, Landerson and Deena all celebrate their first PPV wins in their XWF careers! What a way to kick off WarGames!{/white]

Razor Blade stands tall, arms raised, the last man standing, unbroken, victorious.

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The Trillionaires and Lichter meet just outside the Anarchy GM’s office… It has a CLOSED FOR CLEANING sign on it.

”What do you MEAN no one can find Atara?” Elon hisses furiously. ”We advertised EVERY belt would be on the line tonight?!?”

”...Yeah, about that. Why isn’t the Revolution title on the line?”

”I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS.”

…Lichter raises a finger as if he has a retort. Then, thinks better of it.

”Gentleman, I’m as disappointed as you are. Atara is MY brand’s champion. And, after she lost twice… TWICE…” Lichter grits his teeth angrily. ”To Centurion… I wanted her to redeem herself at WarGames… I wanted her to prove how great Anarchy’s top champion is!”

Lichter shakes his head forlornly. ”But, if she can’t defend her belt? She doesn’t deserve her belt!”

Bezos’s eyes narrow. [white]”What are you getting at, Dick? The belt HAS to be on-the-line!”

”And it will be! The Anarchy title, because of Atty’s failure to defend it, is hereby vacant! And in the match she was supposed to appear in… the House of King versus La Maison de la Foufoune… The Competitor who scores the last elimination will become the NEW Anarchy champion!”

…Bezos looks at Musk, who looks at Zuck, who looks at Bezos.

…They all confer with a look. And then nod at Lichter.

”Acceptable.

”Acceptable.”

”Chill.”

The Trillionaires walk away…

Suddenly, there’s a slam, like fists pounding from the inside of the GM’s door… Accompanied by Greek cursing…

Lichter smiles, as he lifts his office key from his pocket.

”And Anarchy will have a TRUE… top champion…”

He slides his key into his pocket…and walks down the hall…

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The first, frenetic strums of Faith No More's "Gentle Art of Making Enemies" rips through the arena as strobes of gold and white cast across the stage and crowd. After several moments, and then a few more for good measure, Kieran King eventually saunters onto the stage, smugly mugging for the audience. He heads to the ring, Kristoffer Arroyo most closely by his side, Larry Tact and Big D trailing behind them!

JC: The House of the King! What an absolute powerhouse squad! You have Hall-of-Famer Larry Tact, former XWF World Champion, Big D… the thus far undefeated Kristoffer Arroyo!

JR: And don’t forget the greatest Universal champion of all-time… the TWO-Time King of the XWF winner, King Kieran!

JC: If Kieran wants even a chance to escape WarGames with his Universal title, he can’t do it alone! He needs a squad he can rely on! He drafted the talent… but we also saw some dissension at the Warfare before WarGames… Big D and Larry a little less willing to attack their opponents before the match than the bloodthirstier Kieran and Arroyo were… How will the dynamics affect the outcome in this first round match…

Kieran points at Big D… D grits his teeth, but enters the cage first.

JC: We’re already seeing some of that dynamic from last Warfare… Big D was the one most resistant to attacking Dickie Watson and Scoops McGee… and for his insolence, Kieran is sending him into the match first!

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Roxy struts powerfully and confidently to the ring… as Paparazzi blares behind her… Behind her, Shawn Warstein stretches his neck, looking ready for war… Tatiana waves politely to the crowd cheering for her and Reggie delivers an over-the-top choking gesture!

JC: This team is fascinating! Roxy was selected by the Trillionaires to be their representative! Their ideal corporate champion!

JR: And she wound up with one of the greatest WarGames competitors of all-time, who has racked up more eliminations in WarGames history than almost any opponent… Shawn Warstein! And a submission clinician in Tatiana Jolee and the master of the come-from-behind victory, Reggie Estrada!

JC: If you want to pull off an upset against Kieran in a match like WarGames, you need every bit of the skills each of Roxy’s teammates bring to the table! But how will this team mesh!

Roxy points to Tatiana, who eagerly leaps into the cage, ready to throw hands!

DING! DING!

La Maison de la Foufoune Roxy Cotton Shawn Warstein Tatiana Jolee Reggie Estrada - vs - The House of King Kieran King © Kristoffer Arroyo Big D Larry Tact

A tower bell rings twice off in the distance, and the referees tell everyone that means the match is started! Jolee appears caught off guard by the unconventional bell, and she seeks further clarity from the referees gathered outside the cage. But when Jolee leans down to communicate with the refs, Big D decks her with a vicious knee to the head! Jolee stumbles back and tries to take a defensive posture, but Big D is too fast! He kicks Jolee right in the knee, causing it to bend at an awkward angle as Jolee hollers in pain. Tatiana, still on her feet, stumbles back into the corner turnbuckle. Big D wastes no time in following up, delivering a heavy elbow to the chin that causes Jolee to take a seat in the corner!

JC: Big D is coming out of the gate red-hot! All it took was one cheap shot, and then, he was ready to roll!

JR: Cheap shot? Look, I come from the world of Mixed Martial Arts- so when that bell rings, you have to defend yourself! It’s no one’s obligation but your own!

Big D places his boot under Jolee’s chin, effectively choking her against the cage wall while she’s seated in the corner. Tatiana thrashes around before finally grabbing a hold of Big D’s boot, trying to leverage her way out of this position- but before Jolee can effectively grapple her, Big D releases the hold and steps away, a devious smirk plastered across his face.

As Big D backs away towards the center of the ring, Tatiana Jolee pulls herself up to a standing position with the help of the ropes. Once she’s standing in the corner, Big D taunts her from the center of the ring, begging her to ‘come get some!’.

But Jolee isn’t taking the bait.

Instead, Jolee waves for Big D to take charge.

JC: Jolee is trapped in the corner here, and it seems like she doesn’t want to come out!

JR: I think there’s more to it than that! I think she might be playing mind games here!

Big D shrugs, before suddenly charging right towards the corner turnbuckle shoulder-first!

But Jolee uses the ropes to lift herself up and OVER Big D! Big D’s shoulder slams into the steel cage! Jolee pops up directly behind him, gripping him around the waist before throwing him across the ring with a belly-to-back suplex!

Big D jumps back to his feet lickity split, but Jolee is three steps closer to him by then! As Big D pushes himself up, Jolee grabs him in a front facelock before swiftly bringing him down with a DDT! Jolee wastes no time, flipping Big D over to his back before laying into him with a series of measured punches right to the head! Big D puts his hands up, trying to defend himself from the mauling offensive, but most of Jolee’s punches are slipping through!

NEXT ENTRANT: Reggie Estrada

JC: Oh Joe, this won’t be good for The House of King! It’s going to be a 2-on-1 in there!

JR: Stop being so soft! It’s called WAR GAMES for a reason- and I think we might be lucky enough to see a WAR CRIME once Reggie joins in on this beatdown!

Reggie Estrada rubs his hands together with thuggish giddy as the referees open the cage door for him. The Thug charges right through the ropes and into the ring as the cage door slams shut behind him. As Reggie heads into the fray, we cut to a close shot on The House of King: and they’re looking nervous. Kieran runs a hand through his gorgeous mane, Larry Tact taps his foot impatiently- just dying for his chance to get in there to support his teammate, and Kristoffer- well, he looks like he doesn’t really care.

But back in the ring, Jolee has made space for Reggie- and the pair begin showering Big D with boots to the body and face! Big D is squirming like a worm on the canvas as Reggie and Jolee put their boots to work!

JC: Things aren’t looking so good in there for the House of King, Joe! They’d better hope their next entrant can get in there quick, because Big D is barely hanging on!

JR: Don’t you dare doubt Big D! He’s fought through worse before, this is like nothing to him! It takes more than two people to stomp him out!

JC: How many does it take?!

JR: To stomp out Big D? Well, probably about 3.

Reggie and Jolee break from stomping Big D for a mere moment, as Reggie points over towards the corner. Estrada and Tatiana lift Big D up by his shoulders, before double irish-whipping him over into the corner he once put Tatiana in! Big D’s big body slams against the turnbuckle pads with a loud thud, but he doesn’t drop. He grabs a hold of the ropes as his body recoils from the force of the impact, barely standing.

Reggie motions for Tatiana to charge in first- and she does!

SPLASH!

She leaps through the air and hits him with a corner splash, but Big D refuses to go down! So Jolee clears the way….

As Reggie Estrada comes in with another SPLASH right behind her!

And that causes Big D to fall to the mat, facefirst!

JR: These two are working together like peanut butter and jelly! Jolee might have more ‘Thug’ in her than she’d like to admit!

JC: After their battle at Warfare, some people were wondering if these two could work together at War Games…well, they’ve answered that question with a resounding YES!

Reggie smirks at Tatiana before the pair’s eyes drop down to Big D. Reggie Estrada picks Big D up, and throws him over the top rope- right into the second ring! Tatiana Jolee follows right after him, climbing between the ropes into the second ring- while Reggie Estrada takes some time to pose for the fans.

JC: And now, the action is spilling over!

NEXT ENTRANT: ‘Vamp’ Arroyo

The cage door opens, and in the blink of an eye Arroyo is in the ring. With Tatiana Jolee busy with Big D in the other ring, there’s no one to warn Reggie of who’s right behind him. Reggie continues flexing, turning around the ring slowly as he embraces the warmth of the crowd.

JR: Uh oh, Reggie’s too busy playing it up for the chicks and the ninos- he doesn't even realize that Vamp’s already in the ring!

Reggie turns around mid-flex, only to be surprised with the sight of a handsome vampire! Reggie ends his antics immediately, throwing a quick right hook right to Arroyo’s head- but the vampire slides just out of range. Then, Arroyo fires back- with a VICIOUS slap to the chest!

But Reggie doesn’t budge- he just looks down at his reddened chest with a smirk. And then, he returns the favor!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Estrada and Arroyo exchange chest chops, each man refusing to step back from the challenge! With both their chests welting and bruising, the crowd can’t help but beg for more! Arroyo and Estrada each milk this moment, eyeing the crowd with grins…before delivering another round of chest chops!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The smackin’ of the chops can be heard from miles away! But neither man will step back, despite the obvious chest contusions causing each man’s skin to redden. The crowd goes wild as Reggie and Arroyo begin to eye each other with a newfound smidgeon of respect.

And over in the other ring, Tatiana Jolee is manipulating Big D’s limbs into a submission hold! She’s working him into a Cross-Faced Chicken Wing, but Big D is refusing to let himself be out-wrassled! Bigger and stronger than Jolee, Big D is able to burst free from her grasp! And then, he grabs Tatiana right by the neck with both hands, choking the life out of her!

Until Jolee kicks him right in the gut, forcing him to release his hold!

Jolee drops to one knee, clearly struggling for breath after the vicious choke, but she doesn’t rest for long! She rises up and charges towards the ropes, bouncing off of them before charging right back at Big D: but he’s ready for her! He uses her own momentum against her, catching her with a scoop powerslam that shakes the ring when her body meets the canvas!

JC: It’s complete chaos in there! Estrada and Arroyo are putting on a show, while Big D and Tatiana Jolee are trying to murder each other in there!

JR: It’s chaos, it’s dangerous, it’s, it’s-

NEXT ENTRANT: Shawn Warstein

JC: IT’S SHAWN WARSTEIN!

JR: That’s #GOAT Warstein to you! He’s one of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots, and now, he’s going into that cage to lay down the law!

The cage door opens, and Shawn Warstein comes storming out like a bullet from a gun! He charges right at ‘Vamp’ Arroyo in the first ring, but Kristoffer’s supernatural reflexes kick in just in time! He ducks under a lariat from Warstein, causing Warstein to take off Reggie Estrada’s head by mistake! The Thug drops to the mat, clutching his skull- and Arroyo can’t help but to chuckle.

But Kristoffer stops laughing when Shawn Warstein stops on a dime, and turns around with a superkick right to the face!

The Vampire drops right to the mat, clutching his precious smile blood pours from behind his teeth.

The crowd pops as Shawn Warstein stands above both Arroyo and Estrada!

JC: Warstein just took out his own teammate in that blind rage- but it looks like he doesn’t even care!

JR: Of course he doesn’t care! He’s Shawn Warstein! The only thing he cares about his personal success, and the fact that Reggie got in the way- well, that’s Reggie’s problem!

Warstein’s eyes snap towards the other ring as he hears a ruckus. Big D is atop Jolee, trying to entrap her in a submission hold of his own! But Warstein won’t stand for this, as Shawn charges towards the second ring and leaps into the air, using the top rope from the first ring to propel the gap-

And he goes flying!

Flying across the cage with a dropkick aimed right at Big D’s face!

IT CONNECTS!

JC: Wow, turn back the clock! We are witnessing PRIME Warstein in this ring here tonight!

JR: That’s his secret: he’s always been Prime Warstein!

Warstein rises for a moment, examining the waste he has laid to the ring. But he only has a moment to examine it, as the next entrant is quickly announced!

NEXT ENTRANT: Larry Tact

JC: The Tactilizing One is making his way inside the cage!

JR: And it looks like Warstein is making his way to the door, ready to meet ol’ Larry right away!

As soon as the referees get the cage door partially open, Larry Tact forces his way in! And sure enough- Shawn Warstein is already back in the first ring, ready to meet him! The two exchange punches in a flurry as they work their way towards the center of the ring, neither man gaining a definitive advantage. Back in the second ring, Tatiana Jolee is taking advantage of the wreckage Warstein left behind. She loads Big D up for a snapmare suplex, lifting the heavier man up and over without a worry. She then gets to work trying to tangle his limbs into another submission, but she can’t quite lock it in as the pair grapple atop the canvas.

Back in the first ring, Warstein and Tact are going blow for blow- right until Arroyo rises from the dead with a bloodied smile! This is unbeknownst to Warstein, who’s gearing up for a big haymaker to put Tact out- until his fist is caught by Arroyo! Then, Larry Tact hits him with a mighty uppercut that sends him stumbling backwards!

Stumbling backwards right into a leg sweep from Arroryo!

Warstein trips and falls on his back, where Tact and Arroyo begin dishing out a volley of boots!

JR: Warstein looks like he’s gotten himself in a tough spot here! The numbers games are doing his people no favor!

JC: Numbers games?! Both teams have three people in there: this 2-on-1 is Warstein’s own fault for clotheslining his teammate!

JR: Accidents happen!

Reggie slowly begins to stir, but not before Larry Tact notices. He peels off of Warstein and marches over towards Reggie, who’s trying to pull himself up in the corner. But Larry Tact has other plans for him. As Reggie reaches for the ropes, Larry Tact begins laying into him with enough big boots to fill a shoe store! Then, Tact lifts Reggie up just enough to give him a high knee to the face! Reggie falls into the corner as Tact keeps the pressure up.

Over in the other ring, Big D and Tatiana Jolee are having the chain wrestling match of their lives. Big D is trying to make it a brawl, but Jolee is quick with the holds, allowing no separation between the competitors as she continually works for advantageous position. But Big D is no spring chicken, and every time Jolee gets in position to work a submission hold, Big D somehow gets out. But Jolee is keeping the pressure up, and you can clearly tell it’s starting to gas Big D!

JC: It’s an absolute war inside that ring between these teams, and we don’t even have the captains in there yet!

NEXT ENTRANT: Roxy Cotton

JR: Speak of the devil!

The referees open the cage door, and Roxy Cotton is the next one in! She gracefully ducks between the ropes as she enters the first ring. She pauses for a moment, surveilling the lay of the land. Then, she makes a beeline right towards Arroyo, who is playing with Warstein like he’s food!

She hits him with a running bulldog that sends the vampire crashing to the mat!

Larry Tact turns around at the sound, leaving his back towards
Reggie Estrada…bad move.

Reggie immediately low blows Larry as he goes to confront Roxy!

Roxy helps Shawn Warstein up to his feet, and after wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Shawn gives her a grateful nod.

That’s when Roxy and Shawn notice Big D man-handling Jolee in the other ring!

JC: While the La Maison de la Foufoune has taken the advantage in the first ring, it’s another story completely across the cage!

JR: It looks like Roxy is telling Shawn Warstein to go take care of it!

Sure enough, Roxy starts barking orders at Shawn Warstein. The enthusiasm drains from Shawn’s face, but he says “fuck it”, and heads to the second ring to take on Big D! Meanwhile, Reggie Estrada and Roxy Cotton start laying the downed pairing of Arroyo and Tact to waste!

JC: Until Kieran King gets inside that ring, La Maison de la Foufoune is going to have the numbers advantage!

JR: But thankfully, Kieran King saved himself for last- which means when his name is called, he’s going to be coming in on fresh legs!

JC: But how long until his name is called? Right now, he’s leaving his team out to dry in there!

We cut to a short shot of Kieran King and the Universal championship, which is strewn over his shoulder. Kieran is pacing nervously as he watches the action inside the ring unfold in favor of his opposition.

JC: If you ask me, Kieran King took the cowards path when he chose to enter last for his team! They need him in that ring RIGHT NOW, or else the damage may be done!

JR: The coward’s route?! King Kieran King took the SMART route!

Inside the second ring, Warstein has taken the fight right to Big D! Warstein is launching right hand after right hand, and each one is connecting! Warstein finally has Big D backed into a corner, with Big D raising his hands defensively. That’s when Warstein smirks, taking a few steps back…giving Big D just long enough of a pause to lower his hands….

THEN WARSTEIN COMES SPRINTING BACK IN WITH A RUNNING CORNER BIG BOOT!

Big D’s head slams against the side of the cage as he falls to the mat!

JR: Jolee was going back-and-forth, back-and-forth with Big D, but Warstein just put belt to ass right there! Or rather, HEAD TO CAGE!

JC: Warstein is definitely a gamechanger in this match!

Meanwhile, Reggie Estrada is giving the absolute business to Larry Tact, paying back everything that he dished out! Reggie has Larry caught between the ropes and the cage wall, and Reggie is grinding his face into the steel fencing! At the same time, Roxy Cotton is playing games with Arroyo, slapping him on the head and taunting him to stand up.

So he does!

Arroyo bursts up to his feet with electrifying speed, knocking Roxy back a few paces. Catching her by surprise, Arroyo unleashes a dazzling combination of front and side kicks! Roxy Cotton keels over, touching her ribs with a pained expression. Sensing his opportunity, Arroyo licks his lips sensually before he charges towards the ropes!

Arroyo rebounds off the ropes, heading right for a crouched Roxy!

BUT REGGIE ESTRADA INTERCEPTS HIM!

WITH A SPEAR!

JC: OH MY GOD, REGGIE JUST WENT AIRBORNE!

JR: HE SHOULD BE IN THE NFL WITH A TACKLE LIKE THAT!
Arroyo’s body crashes to the mat, with Reggie Estrada landing right atop him! Larry Tact uses this time to start untangling himself from the ropes, when all of a sudden….

NEXT ENTRANT: KIERAN KING

JR: And here comes the King! Everybody better make way!

JC: He’s got bad intentions in his eyes, I can see it from here! He’s been antsy to get in there and save his team!

Warstein and Jolee snap their heads towards the cage door as it opens. They look down at Big D, then over at Kieran- and they both agree who the bigger threat right now is. Jolee and Warstein climb through the ropes and head back towards the first ring just as Kieran’s boots touch the canvas.

Reggie Estrada charges in first- trying to take down the king with a powerful lariat…

But Kieran ducks underneath it, and Reggie takes out Roxy by mistake!

JR: That’s the second time we’ve seen Foufoune on Foufoune violence in this match! If you ask me, it looks like they’re having some communication problems inside that ring!

Reggie looks shocked by his mistake as his captain lays flat on the mat, but Kieran King doesn’t let him consider his actions for very long! Instead, Kieran kicks Reggie in the back of his knee, causing him to stumble forward…stumbling right into a facelock from Larry Tact! Tact transitions it into a kickswing DDT!

That’s when Fuzz and Jolee re-enter the first ring. Jolee heads towards Tact, and Fuzz pairs off with Kieran King! Jolee and Tact grapple up, but Tact’s size does him no good against Tatiana’s skill! She quickly arm drags him to the mat, and when Tact scrambles back to his feet- she hits him with a step-up enziguri kick! He falls to the mat like a crumbling titan!

Meanwhile, Warstein and Kieran are just staring each other down in the middle of the ring, trading vicious insults. After a particularly hurtful insult, Kieran steps forward and lashes out at Warstein! But Shawn sidesteps, delivering a stiff knee to Kieran’s ribs! King lets out a pained huff of air, and Warstein goes to capitalize! Shawn grabs King in a front facelock, but Kieran stomps on Shawn’s toes, causing him to break the hold and back away!

JR: It’s a total cluster in there! It’s going to be hard to get any sort of pinfall or submission attempt with so many people in that cage!

JC: I don’t think anyone’s worried about pinfalls or submissions right now, Joe….I think everyone's focus is just on surviving!

In the other ring, Big D has stirred- and he notices that all the action is happening across the cage.

And he’s more than okay with that!

Big D takes a much needed rest break, recuperating in the corner as he tries to convince the referees to bring him some water and maybe a snack bar.

But at the same time, the chaos in the other ring is never-ending!

Just as Jolee gets done with Larry Tact, ‘Vamp’ Arroyo is at her neck-

LITERALLY!

He looks like he’s about to rip into her jugular as he clasps his arms around her- but then, he brings her down with a reverse DDT right onto his knee! After slamming the back of her skull into his knee, ‘Vamp’ Arroyo simply tosses her body off the side.

Because there’s another problem coming his way.

It’s Roxy Cotton- and she’s got a head of steam behind her!

She delivers a running high knee right to Arroyo’s temple- even his supernatural reflexes couldn’t save him! Arroyo collapses against the mat as Roxy lands in a three-point stance right beside his body. She looks over to the other side of her ring, where she sees Kieran and Warstein still stuck in a grappling gridlock.

She charges towards the odd couple, trying to tip the scales- when, suddenly…

JR: LOOK AT BIG D! HE’S FLYING!

JC: He’s going off the top rope!

BIG D GOES FLYING ACROSS BOTH RINGS!

WITH THE BIG ELBOW!

RIGHT TO ROXY’S TEMPLE!

JR: I didn’t know he could do that!

JC: It looks like he’s learned a few new tricks since we last saw him in the XWF!

Big D covers her for the pin!


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Warstein tries to break off his encounter with Kieran to go and save the pin-






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But Kieran grips Warstein around the waist, throwing him backwards with a belly-to-back suplex!













3-NO!





ROXY KICKS OUT!


JC: I see why this match is happening on a real-life battlefield…because these competitors are absolutely trying to maim each other in there! This is as close as you can legally get to trying to manufacture a war crime for corporate profit!

JR: This match is an absolute banger, but it’s so back-and-forth, I can’t even figure out who’s winning!

JC: I’m not sure anyone can ‘win’ a match like this Joe! At this point, they’re just hoping for survival- and Roxy’s doing just that! Surviving!

Reggie Estrada rises to his feet, and wastes no time before riding back into battle. Estrada grabs Big D by the scruff of his neck, picking him up off Roxy and turning him around to face the thug himself. Reggie then follows up with a kick to the gut- but Big D blocks it! Then, Big D karate chops Reggie’s leg! Estrada howls in pain and starts limping as soon as Big D delivers the Kung Fu blow…but Big D doesn’t let him get away that easily! Instead, Big D follows up the leg chop with a russian legsweep that sends both men splattering towards the mat!

JC: It looks like that rest break did wonders for Big D: I’ve never seen him compete at such a high-level before! It’s like every move La Maison de la Foufoune makes, he has the answer!

JR: He’s rising to the occasion! He knows it was an honor to be drafted by King Kieran King, and he’s trying to do right by his Majesty!

On the other side of the ring, Kieran King is taking control of his confrontation with Shawn Warstein. As soon as Warstein rises after the belly-to-back, Kieran sends him flying over the top rope with an uppercut! Kieran follows Warstein through the ropes, then he grabs a hold of Warstein and sends him flying over the top rope into the second ring!

Back in the first ring, Larry Tact slowly rises to his feet- joining Big D as the only men standing amongst the wreckage. Larry and D survey the scene briefly before giving each other a smirk and a high-five. Larry then barks a strategy to D, and the pair start to play zone defense on their respective sides of the ring.

Big D starts by punting Tatiana Jolee in the face as she tries to reach the ropes! Then, he grabs her by the hair and drags her over to the cage walls…just so he can start grinding her face against the steel! Jolee’s skin starts peeling off as it’s grated against the cage, and the blood begins to leak!

JC: This is the vicious side of Big D that I thought he had left behind!

JR: All is fair in love and WAR GAMES!

On the other side of the ring, Larry Tact is standing over Reggie Estrada. He picks the thug up by his hair, giving him a good punch to the face before grabbing him in a front facelock. Reggie tries fighting him off, so Tact delivers another stiff shot to Reggie’s midsection. That calms Reggie down, and allows Tact to tuck Reggie’s head between his legs…setting him up for some sort of powerbomb! Larry Tact lifts him into the air!

JC: It looks like Larry is going for Star Power! This could be the end of the road for Reggie Estrada!

JR: Good! That’ll be one less thug for the King to worry about!

But before Tact can execute his finishing move, Reggie starts wriggling again! Caught up on Tact’s shoulders, Reggie is refusing to go down the hard way! So instead, Larry just releases his grip- causing Reggie to go free falling through the air…

But Reggie grabs a hold of Larry’s neck on his way down….

And he drags Larry right into a REG-KO!

Estrada hooks the leg as soon as their bodies hit the mat- and Big D is too busy grating Jolee’s face to notice!


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3!!!

Larry Tact has been eliminated!

JR: Oh my God, I’m shocked! I’m stunned! Reggie Estrada pulled an ace out of his sleeve, and he almost pulled Tact’s head out from his neck with that REG-KO!

JC: Talk about cutting it close! Larry Tact had Reggie Estrada dead to rights there, but the wily Thug managed to turn the tides just in time! Now after our first elimination, Roxy’s team has a definitive numbers advantage! All thanks to Reggie Estrada!

JR: This could get ugly for the House of King! They just lost their top enforcer!

The cage door opens for just a moment as Larry Tact is forced from the ring by Reggie Estrada.

Over in the other ring, Kieran King and Shawn Warstein are going to hell and back. Kieran King picks Shawn Warstein up for a spinebuster, but instead of slamming him into the mat, he slams him straight into the cage instead! But he doesn’t release the hold…instead, he slams him into the cage once more before finally hitting the spinebuster on the canvas! Kieran is so focused on his battle against Warstein, that he doesn’t even notice that Larry Tact has been culled from his pack!

JC: It looks like Reggie Estrada isn’t the only one with tricks tonight! Kieran King is reaching deep into his bag as he battles against another one of the XWF’s all-time legends. And so far, I gotta say…he’s more than holding his own!

JR: Shawn Warstein and Kieran King sharing a ring, this could be a main event all on it’s own if you ask me!

Back in the first ring, Big D has finally let go of Jolee- but only after Reggie Estrada dragged him away with a sleeper hold! Big D is gasping for air, reaching for stars in the sky as Estrada locks the choke in deep, trying to get a second elimination in a row!

But ‘Vamp’ Arroyo has other plans for the night!

With Big D caught in Reggie’s dastardly clutches, Arroyo springs back into action once he’s on his feet again.

Like a sniper in a hostage situation, Arroyo aims a perfect shot, going right past Big D…and connecting with a SUPER KICK right to Reggie’s forehead!

Reggie stumbles backwards, fazed but not collapsing, rebounding against the ropes instead of falling. The momentum from the ropes carries him forward once more- where he meets ANOTHER SUPER KICK from ‘Vamp’ Arroyo!

And this one collapses Reggie! He falls like a sack of potatoes!

But Arroyo doesn’t let his body hit the mat.

Instead, ‘Vamp’ Arroyo catches him- and plants a deep kiss on Reggie’s lips.

JR: Wait, what the hell?! Did he just kiss him?!

JC: Hopefully that doesn’t harm his ‘street cred’ with The Thugs!

Meanwhile, Big D has finally come back to his senses after a few deep breaths. That’s when he sees Jolee of Arc rising with a vengeful smirk. Tatiana charges in, trying to take Big D down to the mat-

But Big D was preparing all week for this exact moment!

Just as Tatiana shoots in on Big D for the takedown…

He puts the BIG D FACE CRUNCHER on her! A crippler crossface! Jolee and Big D crash to the mat as Big D locks in his finisher….

At exactly the same time as ‘Vamp’ Arroyo finishes kissing Reggie! Then, Arroyo hits Reggie with ROMEO’S LAMENT (Sister Abigail)!

Arroyo hooks the leg while Big D locks in his submission hold!



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Jolee’s hand rises as the crossface gets more painful!




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Jolee’s hand starts falling towards the mat!









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TATIANA JOLEE TAPS THE MAT!

Reggie Estrada and Tatiana Jolee have been eliminated!

JC: And just like that, the odds have changed! Roxy’s team went from a 4-3 advantage…to a 2-3 handicap!

JR: That’s why they call these the WAR Games! Because in War, whatever advantage you thought you had can vanish just like that! In an instant, the whole battlefield shifts!

Big D gets up and goes to give Arroyo a high-five after the double elimination, but Arroyo just scoffs at him. Instead of dapping up his teammate while the cage door lets out the fallen, Arroyo simply steps out of the ring and heads towards the second ring to help Kieran brutalize Warstein. Big D just shrugs off the rudeness before turning back to try and find Roxy…but he doesn’t see her anywhere.

JR: Wait, where the hell is Roxy Cotton?! She just lost two of her soldiers, and she’s not even on the battlefield! Did she sneak out of here with Reggie and Jolee?

JC: Joe, look up! SHE’S ON TOP OF THE CAGE!

Sure enough, she is! Roxy stands tall at the cage’s highest point, looking down at Big D. Then, she flips off the cage to a huge pop from the crowd!

MOONSAULT!

Roxy collides with Big D, landing right on top of him! His body breaks her fall!

And as she lands atop him, the referees begin to count the pin!


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Kristoffer is stepping into the second ring when he hears the count begin. He looks over to the other ring- and he immediately starts heading back to break up the pin!






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Arroyo leaps over the top rope, landing in the ring to break up the pin-







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BUT HE’S TOO LATE!

Big D has been eliminated!

JC: And just like that, the captain has evened the odds!

JR: Big D thought he went airborne against Roxy earlier this match….but god damn, she took it to another stratosphere with that moonsault!

Arroyo rips Roxy off of Big D, but a moment too late. Arroyo sneers in disgust with Big D’s elimination before trying to place Roxy into a guillotine choke- but Roxy’s not that easy! She twists out of the chokehold, pushing off of the Vampire and creating some separation between them. Arroyo, feeling enraged by the recent elimination of his teammate, charges back in headfirst: but Roxy sidesteps Arroyo. Then, she twists his legs up underneath him by dropping down and catching his ankles with her own. As soon as Arroyo’s forward momentum carries him down to the mat, Roxy releases his ankles and begins climbing onto his back, searching for a chokehold of her own!

It’s in!

Roxy has Arroyo caught in a rear naked chokehold, and she’s fighting hard to try and get her legs around his grounded midsection for maximum leverage!

Aannnnddd….

She’s got her legs beneath him!

She begins torquing the hold, cranking on Arroyo’s neck as the “Vampire” claws desperately at her arms!

JC: You know, for a Vampire, that Arroyo sure doesn’t like to get choked!

JR: Well, just because he’s a Vampire doesn’t mean he’s kinky! That’s a common misconception!

Meanwhile, in the other ring: Kieran King sees that his last soldier is in danger of tapping out. He pauses his assault on Warstein, leaving him strewn out in the ring…or so Kieran thought. As soon as Kieran steps away from the matter at hand to save Arroyo, Warstein reaches out with a firm hand- clasping it around the universal champion’s ankle.

ANKLE PICK!

Warstein sends Kieran crashing to the mat!

JC: Kieran took his eyes off the prize- and Warstein immediately made him pay for it!

JR: That was a beautifully executed ankle pick! Does Warstein practice judo? He has to be practicing judo!

Kieran picks himself up- but Warstein gets up faster. As soon as Kieran gets to his feet, he’s met with a rejuvenated knee to the face! Quickly followed by a straight elbow, immediately followed by a spinning back elbow to the job! Kieran collapses to the mat, seemingly KOed!

JC: PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE! Warstein just landed the ‘King’ of all combos! This isn’t good for the House of King!

JR: Isn’t good?! Buddy, it’s OVER for The House of King! Arroyo’s about to tap, and Kieran’s out cold! It was a good run while it lasted, but we’re about to get a new Universal AND a new Anarchy champion right here!

Warstein, exhausted from the battle with Kieran, falls directly atop the universal champion’s body…but the referees count the pin!





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Arroyo, meanwhile, is crawling towards the corner turnbuckle…..











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Arroyo begins pulling himself up with the help of the turnbuckle pads, even as Roxy Cotton has her chokehold locked in tight!













3-NO!






KIERAN KICKS OUT!





AND ARROYO LIFTS HIMSELF TO HIS FEET!



JC: This match isn’t over yet, Joe!


JR: Well….of course it isn’t! I never said it was! You can NEVER count out Kieran King!


As the commentary team glazes Kieran King, ‘Vamp’ Arroyo is standing tall in the other ring- with Roxy Cotton still clinging to his back! Her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, but her arms are wrapped even tighter around Arroyo’s neck! Yet still, Arroyo finds the strength to ram himself into the cage wall- back first!

Roxy is slammed into the cage with immense force!

She immediately releases the hold, collapsing to the mat before Arroyo!

Arroyo goes to grab a hold of her-

But Roxy’s reflexes are too fast! She punches him in the knee, Charlie Horse style! Then, Roxy leaps into the air with a jumping uppercut that sends Arroyo flying over the top rope- and into the gap between the two rings!

Meanwhile, Warstein has lifted himself to a standing position after Kieran’s miraculous kickout. Shawn grabs a hold of Kieran’s luxurious mane, lifting Kieran up before throwing Kieran out of the ring and over the top rope- right into the gap between the two rings!

Both Warstein and Roxy stand tall in their respective rings, issuing taunts towards their gassed opponents laying in the gap. Roxy and Shawn share a brief smirk betwixt each other before they go back to hurling insults at Kieran and Arroyo.

For their part, the remaining members of the House of King use their time in the gap to catch some much needed breath. After a few moments of ridicule from the last of La Maison de la Foufoune, Kieran and Arroyo make a strategic arrangement:

To go back to the ring from whence the other came.

Kieran starts heading towards Roxy, and Arroyo heads towards Warstein.

JC: Huh, interesting move here from the House of King! Instead of teaming up and getting a 2-on-1 advantage, they’re just pairing off…into the opposite ring!

JR: It’s a genius move from Kieran King! He’s playing chess, and the rest of the roster is playing checkers. Kieran King KNNOOOWWWS that it’s only proper for us to have some captain-on-captain action, and he’s making it happen!

JC: Hmm, well some might say he was struggling with Shawn Warstein- so he pawned him off to his teammate!

JR: Kieran doesn’t need to pawn anything, he’s got generational wealth. And even so- he’s already warmed Warstein up for Arroyo! He’s a real leader!

Arroyo and Kieran step through into the separate rings at the same time- and in both rings, members of La Maison de la Foufoune rush in to greet them!

All hell breaks loose as Roxy takes on King, and Warstein takes on Arroyo!

Kieran’s strong chin is on display as he eats shot after shot from Roxy- up until he delivers a vicious headbutt of his own that stops her dead in her tracks! He follows up with a low blow that forces Roxy down to one knee!

The perfect opportunity for Kieran to try out his trademark move!

F UR HEAD!

Kieran puts Roxy through a Brainbuster!

JC: Now that’s what I call captain-on-captain violence! Kieran is showing Roxy a thing or two about a thing or two inside that ring!

JR: He just F’ed HER HEAD! That’s gotta be a War Crime, right?

Over in the other ring, Arroyo and Warstein are still trading blows. After a big overhand right, Warstein seems to gain the upper hand! Arroyo takes a knee, and it looks like Warstein is setting up for something big-

JC: Fuzz is getting in position for a King’s Crown right now!

JR: That’ll show The House of King!

But just as Warstein runs in to deliver it, Arroyo catches his leg mid-air! Then, Arroyo pulls Warstein close-

FOR ROMEO’S LAMENT!

Arroyo plants a seductive kiss upon Warstein’s lips as he grips him close…

And at the same time, in the opposite ring, Kieran King is climbing the turnbuckle!

Just as Arroyo slams Warstein to the mat with Romeo’s Lament, Kieran leaps off the top rope and onto Roxy with a 450 splash!

JR: KING MAKER!

JC: AND ROMEO’S LAMENT!

JC/JR: AT THE SAME TIME!


Both Arroyo and Kieran make their pins at the same time!




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WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW XWF ANARCHY CHAMPION: KRISTOFFER ‘VAMP’ ARROYO! ADVANCING TO THE WARGAMES FINALS: KIERAN KING AND KRISTOFFER ‘VAMP’ ARROYO!!

JR: What a match we just witnessed! And that’s why they call him the ‘KING’! Because he showed everyone here tonight that this ring is his domain!

JC: But don’t forget about what happened in the other ring! Shawn Warstein was beating the brakes off Kieran King, until Arroyo switched places and turned the tides! And now, Arroyo’s getting the Anarchy Championship for his efforts!

Arroyo and King slowly rise to their feet in their separate rings, surveying the carnage they had wrought. The cage door opens and the referees rush in, handing each man a championship belt.

To Kieran, they hand the Universal Championship: it’s a belt Kieran knows well, a belt he has worn with pride.

To Arroyo, they hand the Anarchy Championship: it’s a belt that the Vampire has only recently come to know, but now- they’ll have to pry it from his dead hands.

JC: What a crazy match! Roxy’s team gave it all they had, but The House of King just had a little more juice! And now, they’re sending two men to the finals!

JR: If that vampire knows what’s good for him, he’ll be a good boy in the finals and not let his eyes wander towards Kieran’s belt! Cause remember, whoever makes the final elimination of the night will walk away the Universal Champion…I just hope Kieran was wise enough to pick a team that won’t backstab him in the next round!

JC: Well Joe, there’s only one way to find out the answer to that…and that’s by staying tuned- cause we have plenty more action in store for you tonight!

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From the ramp emerges ‘Psycho’ Solomon… the X-Treme title perched upon his shoulder as he eyes the audience at Bosworth Field defiantly… flanking him are his team. Mister Oz, who is looking fucking ripped and fucking #WEALTHY… and Dr. Holly Cambric, leading a hulking Frances Marigold to the ring on a leash… Frances occasionally barks like a rabid dog, shouting Staind lyrics at the fans in the front row… before Cambric yanks his leash, ushering him down the ramp…

JC: The House of the Psycho is one of the most… unusual teams in WarGames history!

JR: No doubt about it, Jacuinde! Solomon drafted Sarah Wolf and Thunder Knuckles… but they both needed subs… and the Psycho might have actually got an upgrade in the form of Dr. Holly Cambric and the re-purposed frankenstein for the corporation, Frances Marigold!

The foursome make it down the ramp… Solomon points to Frances and demands he start the match… Cambric offers a differing strateg-

Solomon sneers, pointing at Frances. What he says goes. Cambric… shrugs, before unleashing Frances and guiding him towards the ring!

JC: Fascinating choice starting with Marigold!

…

For a while there’s silence…

…



UNTIL A HELICOPTER SUDDENLY SWOOPS IN OVER BOSWORTH FIELD!


On the side of the helicopter reads ‘Mark Nester, Attorney at Law’...

But standing on the edge of the helicopter, looking at the ring as the chopper descends!

THE HOUSE OF HARDCORE!

Scoops McGee! Dickie Watson! Game Girl! And Amber Mansley!

JC: What an entrance from the House of Hardcore!

JR: Incredible vibes, the electricity running through the air right now… It’s absolutely astounding! Why didn’t Richard III ride into battle in 1485 on a helicopter, Jacuinde?

JC: …They hadn’t been invented yet? Sorry, I can’t possibly be hearing the question right…

JR: No, I mean, the original helicopters. The ones the giants used to build the pyramids.

JC: …No, okay, I did hear the question right, you’re just a fucking idiot.

JR: Wow. So much for the tolerant left.

The helicopter slowly descends at the top of the ramp and Scoops et al, all deboard, hopping down the ramp and toward the ring, looking like a goddamned action movie cast out here.

Scoops ascends the steps into the cage first…

JC: Two very different strategies here from two very different teams!

JR: Ya gotta remember, Jacuinde! Every title is on the line tonight… but Solomon’s belt was already that way! On the line 24/7/365! Don’t question the Psycho, he knows exactly how to protect the belt around his waist! Worry about Dickie Watson, that guy only ever has to defend his belt every other week for fifteen minutes!

Scoops and Frances stare each other down… Frances muttering something as the official verifies the cage is sturdy and everything is in place.

“Tired of waiting. Shoot it. Kick it. Fuck it. Shoot you in your fucking head.”

…Scoops squints at Marigold.

“Boah, you ain’t right.”

JC: Understatement of the century here from Scoops McGee.”

The House of the Psycho ‘Psycho’ Solomon © Sarah Wolf Dr. Holly Cambric Thunder Knuckles Frances Marigold Mister Oz - vs - The House of Hardcore Scoops McGee Dickie Watson © Richard Powers Game Girl Amber Mansley

Frances Marigold immediately charges from his corner, looking like a man possessed!

WHAM! Scoops immediately catches him with that infamous left hand!

CATTLE PROD! Marigold gets dropped to the mat!

JC: Oh dear! Whatever serum Cambric gave to Marigold to enhance his strength… maybe she should have add some brain-good-thinky-juice!

JR: Actually, brain-good-thinky-juice is something I sell on my podcast’s website! I drink eight ounces of brain-good-thinky-juice with every meal! That’s forty-eight ounces a day!

‘Psycho’ sneers at Cambric, asking what’s going on with her creation… Cambric raises a hand, demanding patience…

Scoops goes for a cover on Frances, who looks unconscious…

ONE!

TWO!


TH-Frances lifts his shoulders off the mat… And BITES Scoops on the face!

JR: Oh my God! Scoops has been infected with the T-Virus!

JC: I don’t… THINK… Frances is a zombie, Rogan. I think he’s just… very odd!

Scoops covers his face, shocked and thrown off by Marigold’s face-biting attack… As Marigold charges McGee again like he’s jumping into a mosh pit! Shoulder block driving McGee to the corner!

“IT’S BEEN A WHIIIIIIIIIILE” Marigold screams to the XWF Universe who welcome him back with cheers.

Marigold tries to throw a follow-up of rapid right hands to McGee, but McGee manages to grapple Frances and spin, trapping the chaotic enigma in the corner, where McGee drives his shoulder again and again into Frances’ face.

NEXT ENTRANT: Mister Oz

Mister Oz charges up the steps.

JC: Holy shit! Scoops is now in the ring with Frances Marigold AND Mister Oz!

JR: His best move might be running and gunning! As in retreating and having a gun already packed into his tights!

Scoops takes a break from rapidly shoulder-blocking Frances and turns around as Mister Oz charges right at him in the corner…

Scoops flops himself out of the way! And Mister Oz RUNS RIGHT OVER FRANCES MARIGOLD! Crushing him against the turnbuckle!

JC: Oh dear! A little friendly fire there between teammates!

JR: I don’t know if I’d call that a fire, Jacuinde! That was more like an earthquake! At least 8.5 on the richter scale!

Marigold flops onto his back in the corner, complaining about getting knocked down…  but he’ll get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down.

Oz spins around as Scoops slowly circle-steps, daring Oz to come at him…

Oz obliges! Huge shoulder-block sends Scoops toppled ass-over-teakettle into the opposite corner from where he just was!

JC: Mister Oz is an absolute freak of nature!

Oz charges Scoops again, seeing the old hand is cornered and has nowhere to retreat…

But Scoops ducks, somersaulting past Oz! Who runs straight into the turnbuckle pad! He staggers back away from the corner…

Scoops stands and hooks his arm around Oz’s head, looking for a side russian leg sweep…

…But Oz brings his arms up, breaking Scoops’ grip! And lifts him into a…

BEAR HUG!

JC: Oh my! That is not a spot where anybody wants to be against a competitor like Oz!

JR: Counter-point: I don’t think there’s a spot in the ring you WANT to be if you’re facing Mister Oz! You want to be at home in a bunker with armed guards!

Scoops steels himself, trying to keep his core tight to resist Oz’s squeezing submission as Oz attempts to crack McGee’s spine like a nutcracker opening a walnut shell…

NEXT ENTRANT: Game Girl

Game Girl enters the cage to a HUGE POP!

JC: Here we are! Scoops McGG reunited at Bosworth Field!

GameGirl zips into the ring, slide-dashing over and over because it’s the fastest way to cross a screen quickly.

Frances slowly rises to his feet…

GameGirl locks in for the ultimate combo…

Right, Right-down, Down arrow, Left-down, Left, Up-left, Up, Y button

Game Girl latches her arms around Frances!

Effortlessly spins him 180 degrees in the air…

As she rotates like a ballerina…



ZANGIEF SPINNING PILEDRIVER!

JC: Holy shit! I thought only the computer could do that move!

JR: I think technically, Game Girl *is* a computer. So… yes.

Frances’ skull COLLIDES hard with the mat! Game Girl looks down, moving to pin Marigold…

But then, out of the corner of her eye, Game Girl spots Oz squeezing the life out of Scoops!

JR: Game Girl could score an early elimination here! Or she could save her teammate!

JC: If you can’t guess what she’s gonna do, you don’t know Game Girl!

Game Girl crouches, which of course makes her undetectable…

She sneaks up behind Oz.

And she presses the action key to pickpocket…

Oz’s inventory includes Scoops McGee.

GG pickpockets Scoops!

Once GG closes the menu, Scoops is out of Oz’s bear hug and in Game Girl’s arms!

JC: …What the hell is even going right now, Rogan?

JR: I think the ayahuasca I took during the opener kicked in…

Oz looks down at his now empty arms furiously… He charges his two opponents…

But both Scoops and GG bend over…

TANDEM BACK BODY DROP! Oz gets propelled through the air!

NEXT ENTRANT: ‘Psycho’ Solomon

‘Psycho’ quickly charges up the steps and into the cage!

JC: Here he comes! The two-time X-Treme champion, ‘Psycho’ Solomon!

JR: Solomon’s got his eyes set on the Universal title tonight! And, as a soldier of the Corporation, he has the Trillionaires backing! Second only to Roxy Cotton!

JC: And with Roxy’s team out, Solomon’s in prime position to become the boss’s last hope for a corporate champion!

Solomon suddenly hops to the top rope!

FLYING ASHES TO ASHES! The ‘Psycho’’s innovative aerial strike bowls over both Scoops and Game Girl!

JC: Solomon is looking to pull out all the stops here!

JR: Only one X-Treme champion has ever competed in WarGames and let with their belt still around their waist! Can Kline become the second?!?

Scoops hits the mat hard, cradling his arm from Kline’s strike… Meanwhile GG is…

Well… Here’s an approximate visual.



Solomon dusts his hands, looking to finish off Game Girl…

But McGee throws himself off the mat, looking to grasp the Psycho by the ankle!

JR: Interesting move here by McGee, attacking from prone! Low chance of success!

JC: Scoops, obviously motivated by Kline trying to take out Game Girl!

‘Psycho’ frees his boot and catches Scoops with a boot to the face, dropping McGee back to the mat!

Meanwhile, Oz lifts Marigold and the two lift Game Girl to a vertical base and start smacking GG between them… every hit knocks out all of GG’s rings… she manages to scoop one to keep her life going… WHAM! Right before the other smacks her!

JC: Oz and Frances playing Pong out here with Game Girl!

NEXT ENTRANT: Dickie Watson

Dickie charges in like a house on fire as the XWF Universe in Bosworth Field ERUPTS!

JC: The Good Guy! The Underdog! Whatever you want to call him, Dickie Watson is here and he looks ready to even the odds!

Game Girl loses her last ring… As Frances reels back a right-hand…

Wham! Dickie bowls over Marigold from behind! Frances topples into Oz’s massive chest… before rebounding backwards to Dickie!

Who hits him with an even harder dropkick! Marigold stumbles forward into Oz!

And rebounds off again!

JC: How many times can Dickie Watson smash Frances into Oz!?!

Frances rebounds back looking very woozy…

As Dickie catches him with an…

ARM DRAG!

Watson spins around, facing Oz!

Oz charges…

But Watson leaps off Oz’s knee…

STEP-UP ENZIGUIRI! Oz cradles the side of his face, stumbling toward the ropes!

Meanwhile, ‘Psycho’ has latched onto Scoops’ famous left-arm, trying to twist dislocated to prevent future uses of the cattle prod… Scoops clings his arms together prone… Kline lurches forward, trying to extract more leverage…

WHAM!

Scoops catches Kline under the eye with a headbutt that sends ‘Psycho’ rolling backwards against the mat!

JC: Just when it seemed like Kline had turned the momentum of the match in his team’s favor… All at once, Dickie Watson enters and things have gone all the way back for the House of Hardcore!

NEXT ENTRANT: Dr. Holly Cambric!

Doctor Holly Cambric, without running but still exuding a sense of urgency, makes her way up the steps and into the ring!

JC: The Doctor is in!

Game Girl slowly rises, the first obstacle in Doctor Holly Cambric’s way…

Dr. Holly Cambric goes for a grapple… Game Girl goes for a collar and elb-

WHACK! Cambric only baits the grapple! Concussive roundhouse kick to GG’s face!

JC: She calls that one “For Medicinal Use Only”!

JR: …What medicinal use does a roundhouse kick have?

Scoops rises off the mat, charging at Dr. Cambric!

But she narrowly manages to side-step his attack, grappling him with a nerve hold by his left trapezius muscle!

LOCAL ANESTHETIC!

Scoops’s whole left side feels numb, his arm dangling beside him, squinting furiously, as Cambric disinterestedly examines his arm, as if admiring the fist that has dropped so many competitors in the ring!

JC: Oh my! Cambric just made Scoops’ whole left side go numb! Including that world famous left arm! What is Scoops gonna do if he can’t unleash the Cattle Prod!

Scoops manages, using only his shoulder, to rotate behind Cambric going for a hammerlock…

But effortlessly, Cambric transitions to a snapmare takedown and locks back in on that left trapezius muscle, shutting down Scoops’s left side again!

Dickie meanwhile, is rapidly dodging Oz’s powerful rights and lefts… When Kline dropkicks him from behind into Oz’s arms…

CHOKE SLAM! Watson gets hurled like a sack of potatoes at the mat as hard as Oz can throw him! Which is HARD!

JC: Holy cow! Cambric shifts the whole momentum of the match! And there’s only one competitor left!

Final Entrant: Amber Mansley

THE INFLUENCE! Amber Mansley rolls to the ring…

…Wait, no. She’s stopped just before the cage door.

She snaps a quick selfie for the ‘gram.

OKAY! NOW SHE’S IN THE RING!

JC: Amber Mansley is very dedicated to her social media followers… but she’s as dedicated as to saving her team, Joe!

JR: …I actually don’t think so, I just checked, she posted 76 times between the helicopter landing and now, she’s way more dedicated to her social media. But that doesn’t mean she can’t save her team, Jacuinde!

Amber rolls into the ring, just as Frances stands up!

SLAY, BOO! (Bicycle Kick)! Frances gets dropped face-first onto the mat!

Amber charges across the ring at Oz, who swings with a lariat!

But Amber FUCKING Mansley ducks under, hits Oz with a spinning backfist, turning the giant around…

And…

GERMAN SUPLEX!

JC: Amber Mansley is cleaning house!

Cambric rolls her eyes, quickly releasing her nerve hold on Scoops to deal with this frustrating new variable…

Amber heads for ‘Psycho’ next…

JC: Amber has the X-Treme champion in her sights after she came inches short in her X-Treme title match just last Warfare!

Amber charges after Solomon, who is grappling Dickie, forcing the Television champion against the turnbuckle…

Mansley goes to free her teammate, but just before she gets there, Doctor Holly Cambric shoulder-checks her from behind, staggering Mansley into the ropes! Cambric goes to grapple Mansley to slow her down… but Mansley doesn’t miss a beat, shoulder-checking Cambric right back!

JC: Amber Mansley refuses to back down EVER!

As they make contact, a small glowing blue vial gets knocked out of Cambric’s pocket… Cambric’s eyes widen, she loses focus on her opponent and dives for it! But Nansley hits her with a double leg takedown that drops the doctor to the mat!

The vial skitters across the ring as Game Girl uses Quick Attack on Oz, staggering and frustrating him from big swinging attacks!

JC: This strategy from Game Girl to shut down Oz’s lumbering offense… It’s super effective!

The vial lands at the feet of…

Frances Marigold!

JC: The ultimate wildcard just picked up Cambric’s glowing blue vial!

JR: And if it’s anything like dive bar beer, lead paint, or cough medicine, I guarantee Frances is gonna drink it!

As she and Mansley grapple on the mat! Cambric yells something at him, waving her arms frantically for him to abort. Frances doesn’t see her doing it and casually pops it open, then chugs it down in one shot.

Suddenly, he ROCKETS straight into the air, clearing a full six feet separation from the mat and his feet, an impossible feat according to the law of physics. His muscles bulge so profoundly that every vein can be seen, looking like roadmaps all over his body.

JC: Holy SHIT! Marigold looks like prime Schwarzenegger… no, even more ripped than Arnie!

A primal, ear-destroying roar emits from his throat as he lands in the iconic superhero landing pose. His eyes are gone, rolled into his head. His mouth froths. He tears across the ring like a human tornado!

Dickie manages to knee-trap takedown Kline into the bottom turnbuckle… He stands up!

Just as Frances snatches him off his feet and chucks Dickie across the entirety of the ring, smack dab into the cage violently enough that Dickie pinballs down it like a cartoon!

JR: Wow![/white/]

Scoops pulls himself back upright, flanked by Game Girl to bring down the super-mutant Marigold…

But Frances grabs Scoops and Game Girl by the throat, preparing to lift them up for double chokeslams!

Cambric disengages fro grappling with Mansley, going after Cambric… but Mansley catches her from behind, German suplexing her against the corner! Amber kips up, seeing her teammates in trouble, being held in mid-air by the leviathan Frances!

Amber is quick on the trigger, punting him with a low blow that REBOUNDS her foot back down and she lets out a scream, hopping on one foot.

[white]JC: Wow. I think Marigold literally has balls of steel!

JR: I don’t know what was in that vial but I’m ordering a truckload of it right now!

Frances Sparta kicks Amber away so hard and fast that she cartwheels twice before crashing onto the mat.

With Scoops and Game Girl still locked in the chokeslam position, he squats and leaps into the air an astonishing height before double chokeslamming them so hard they bounce from supine to prone upon landing.

JC: And just like that, the House of the Psycho has taken a commanding lead in this match!

JR: Why was Cambric so freaked about using that vial?!? It worked great!

Oz and Solomon slowly rise amidst the carnage that is Team Scoops lying about the cage… Oz eyes the rabid, frothing giant with suspicion… but Solomon walks up and smacks Frances on the chest, telling him job well-done.

…Frances, without missing a beat… grabs Mr Oz and Solomon like they’re ragdolls and delivers a double NO CUSHION PILEDRIVER to them!

Chants of “HOLY SHIT” crank up.

JC: Oh my God! Frances is in a mindless bloodlust! He’s even attacking members of his own team!

JR: The ref is sliding outside the cage! Frances is attacking anything that moves in that ring!

Indeed, the official terrifiedly fishes the cage key from his pocket, and stumbles outside the cage, holding the door shut behind him!

Cambric slowly rises from the corner and sees Frances screaming at the crowd, unbridled rage and ruthless aggression coursing through his veins! She shoves off the mat, pulling a needle from her pocket!

JC: Cambric is going to try and bring down her own creation!

Cambric rushes in with a needle aimed at his flank, but Frances has super senses now, snatches her up and CHOKEBOMBS her so hard that her body flops from supine all the way to prone across Solomon’s chest.

While Frances continues to go berserk in god mode, one of the referees looks at Solomon, then at the X-Treme title on the table, and then at Holly, noticing the technical pinning predicament position laid within the X-Treme title’s many rules. The striped official drops to his knees and administers the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THR-! Oz dives on top to break up the pin!

JC: What just happened?!? Can you eliminate your own teammates in WarGames?!?

JR: The X-Treme title is on the line 24/7! So, even though Cambric and Kline are on the same team, Kline can get pinned by anyone!

JC: What about Oz?

JR: It could be Ozzy looking out for a fellow Corporation mate… Or Oz isn’t used to getting manhandled and is running on instinct, just broke up what he saw as a pin on a teammate, not realizing the pin was also by his teammate!

Frances continues to stomp around the ring dominantly… as Scoops slowly rises from the corner… he cradles his old, aching spine… as he gestures at Marigold, beckoning him to bring it!

JC: Scoops actually wants Marigold to come at him?!? Does he have a death wish!

JR: Scoops hasn’t backed down from a fight in almost five decades on wrasslin’ and he ain’t startin’ now!

Marigold roars charging at Scoops in the corner!

But Scoops somersaults out of the way! Frances collides skull first against the turnbuckle!

Marigold spins around dizzily, staggering backwards from the corner…

As Scoops SCOOPS him off his feet!


SPINNING POWERSLAM!

Marigold shrinks a full two sizes like when Super Mario touches an enemy!

JC: Uh oh! I think Cambric’s super serum just wore off!

Frances dozes peacefully, every bit of energy in his body spent from his burst of offense as Scoops hooks the leg!

ONE!

Oz goes for another dive to break up the pin…

TWO!


But this time Cambric stops him, grasping his arm!

THREE!

Eliminated: Frances Marigold

JC: What’s this?!? Cambric just stopped Oz from saving Frances Marigold!

Scoops rolls to his team’s corner to regroup as Oz spins on Cambric shouting at her for stopping him! Cambric exhales impatiently, explaining that Marigold drank the serum that provides 30 seconds of super-strength and an immediate full-body crash. Marigold did the 30 seconds, he’s dead weight now.

Meanwhile, Solomon stands up and shoves Cambric from behind, demanding to know why she tried to pin him in the middle of the match!

JC: Uh-oh! It looks the House of the Psycho is having a breakdown!

JR: A psychotic breakdown!

Before the three can come to blows, Game Girl does a forward, down, down forward, punch!


SHORYUKEN! To Oz! Dickie takes Cambric down to the mat with a neckbreaker!

And Mansley charges Kline… who summons the wherewithal to hit Amber with a jawbreaker!

JR: Easy there, Sol! That chin is worth millions!

Oz gets driven back against the turnbuckle by GG… GG charges, turning on turbo mode…

WHAM! Oz raises a boot to catch GG in the jaw! She staggers backwards, rolling to the center of the ring!

Scoops picks himself up out of the corner, and charges Oz… but Oz brings his hands under Scoops’s chest… flings him a couple feet into the air!


EUROPEAN UPPERCUT to the jaw! Scoops drops flat on the mat!

JC: Oz is doing what he does best! Dominating!

Kline goes to join the offensive effort with Oz, but Dickie catches him in mid-transition, hitting him with an STO that plants him into the mat!

Oz roars, charging Dickie.. Scooping him into the air…

PUMPHANDLE SLAM! Watson’s whole body tremors against the mat as he cradles the back of his head!

Mansley stumbles out of the corner… And Oz goes for the I FAILED YOU! (Mandible Claw)

JC: Oz is looking to even the score right here and now!

Oz chokes the life out of Mansley, as if trying to shove his entire fist down her throat…

When from behind, Game Girl goes down, down-back, back, heavy kick…



JC: TATSUMAKI SENPUKYAKU!

JR: …Did you just say ‘attack the fruity kid’? That’s a hate crime, Jacuinde!

WHAM! GG’s spinning boot connects with the back of Oz’s skull! Amber flutters back to a corner catching her breath as Oz goes down face-first like a heap of bricks!

Dickie dives to help GG turn Oz over as Scoops dive-tackles Cambric back into her corner!

GG gets the pin as Dickie grapples a leaping Solomon, holding him back like a defensive lineman!

The official drops to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eliminated: Mister Oz

JC: And things go from bad to worse for the House of the Psycho! Down 2-4!

Solomon headbutts Dickie, dropping him to the mat, furious that he’s now down his bio-engineering monster *and* his naturally-built monster..

GG hits R, raising her shield… WHAM! Kline hits her with Ashes to Ashes! Instant shield cancel! GG looks dazed!

JC: I think Solomon read GG’s strategy guide!

Solomon hurls the dazed GG onto his shoulders!

DUST TO DUST! (Vertebreaker)!

JC: We could be looking at the House of the Psycho’s first elimination of the match!

Kline goes to crawl into a cover! He hooks GG’s leg!


ONE!

TWO!

TH-Scoops breaks up the pin!

JR: Scoops McGee, once again working overtime to keep his partner in this one!

McGee snarls, but Solomon scrambles up, catching McGee with a forearms smash to the skull, dropping him to one knee!


Solomon follows it up with a…

DDT! Planting McGee’s face against the mat!

JC: Kline is going all-out trying to get his team on the board!

JR: He knows he cannot afford to go down 1-4. If he can’t get his team on the board… it’s hopeless for House of the Psycho!

Solomon tries to go for the cover, but Dickie hits the downed Psycho with a running knee to the temple!

JC: That’s what Dickie is known for! Breaking his opponent’s rhythm!

Sol cradles his skull on the mat, Dickie goes to scoop him off his feet… but Sol hits him with a jawbreaker! Dickie looks dazed…

As Amber creeps behind Dickie, crouching behind her… Solomon pumps his fist backing up into the ropes!

ASHES TO ASHES!

Sol drops Dickie! But as his feet hit the mat, Amber leaps too off, springing up to the top rope!!

IT’S GIVING FINISHER (SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH!)

JC: No way! Solomon was on a rampage! But Amber, like a sniper, chose her moment to strike!

Mansley hooks the leg… Cambric looks up from the corner…

ONE!

She aims at the back of Mansley’s head!

TWO!

…But she doesn’t attack!

THREE!

Eliminated: ‘Psycho’ Solomon NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: AMBER MANSLEY!

JC: Unbelievable! Amber pulls off a major upset by picking her moment!

JR: And with all titles on-the-line, that makes her the new X-Treme champion!

JC: …Technically, she would have been the X-Treme champion either way, because the X-Treme is always on the line! But still exciting! Amber Mansley adds her first XWF title belt to her collection!

Amber scrambles up to her feet, quickly pulling her phone out of her tights to thank her fans for supporting her to her first ever XWF tit-

WHAM! KNEE STRIKE TO THE SKULL!

SCALPEL LINE FROM HOLLY CAMBRIC!

JC: Amazing strike from Dr. Holly Cambric! But why did she wait until after Kline got pinned to strike?!?

JR: The Doctor always knows exactly when to strike! You disagree? You’re welcome to get a second opinion!

Mansley drops flat onto her face as Cambric quickly flips her onto her back!

ONE!


The rest of Team Scoops is down from Solomon’s rampage!


TWO!

…

THREE!

Eliminated: Amber Mansley NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: DOCTOR HOLLY CAMBRIC!

JC: And just like that, Amber Mansley’s influential X-Treme champion tenure comes to an end!

JR: Easy come, easy go! But if Doctor Holly Cambric wants to leave with the X-Treme title… she’s gotta go through three very game opponents in the rest of the House of Hardcore!

Cambric rises, mentally considering the mis-steps and unknown variables that led to this point… As GG, McGee and Watson slowly rise to their feet from the mat, all looking to converge on her…

Cambric raises a hand to her chin, briefly considering her best options…

She turns around to the cage door… The one the official unlocked before! Walks through it and snaps the lock shut!

JC: What?!? Cambric just left the ring!

GG, McGee, and Watson move to the side of the ring, barking at Cambric to get back here…

Dr. Holly Cambric waves off that idea, backing up the ramp, saying no thank you!

JC: I think Cambric mentally calculated her odds of going the distance one-on-three… and found her odds minimal!

JR: So she’s just gonna run?!? She’s giving up a shot for the Universal Title in the WarGames final!

The official counts out Doctor Holly Cambric, up to 6 now as Doctor Holly Cambric reaches the top of the ramp, showing no interest in rushing back in there…

As another official jogs up the ramp…holding the X-Treme title!

JC: …Wait a second! Wait a second! Oh my God!

JR: Doctor Holly Cambric just out-thought the system! The title can’t change hands on a count-out! She may have lost the match, but she’s leaving with the X-Treme title!

JC: Doctor Holly Cambric might have lost competing for the Universal title tonight… but she just took the first step on the long, arduous road of possibly obtaining a 24/7 briefcase!

TEN!

Eliminated: Doctor Holly Cambric

WINNERS AND ADVANCING TO THE WARGAMES FINALS: GAME GIRL, SCOOPS MCGEE AND DICKIE WATSON!

JC: An absolutely dominating showing by the House of Hardcore!

JR: You’ve gotta imagine Kieran and Arroyo were feeling good about their odds after keeping two survivors going into the final… but now, they’re out-numbered! What does this mean for the Final!

JC: And we’ve got one more first round match to go! Who else will be competing in the Final with the UNIVERSAL TITLE ON THE LINE?!?

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As Blinding Lights blares across Bosworth Field, through the wall of junk and detritus making up the set rumbles as a Ford Ranchero rolls out. Driving is none other than Corey Black, sitting shotgun is Sebastian Everett Bryce, with the XWF tag title belt on his shoulder…

Taking up the whole backseat is Barney Green… And Betsy Granger is posing on the top, looking very cool in a crouching stance!

JC: The House of the Wayward Travelers! Captained by Betsy Granger!

JR: They each travelled quite a ways to get to modern-day Bosworth Field!

JC: But, they’re here now and they’re ready for war!

JR: Betsy Granger is the Impossible Traveler, and she picked an almost impossibly good team for WarGames! But can they overcome the House of the Thorned Crown!

The House of the Wayward Travelers make their way to the ringside area and park the Ranchero. The cage slowly lowers as Corey Black jumps into the ring, ready to start for his team.

JC: Gutsy choice for the King of the Wrestlers to start out the match!

JR: Kings do very well as Bosworth Field historically, Jacuinde!

JC: …Do they? Didn’t Richard III get killed here?

JR: If you believe the liberal media, you sheep.

…



The lights dim and the intimidating melodies of King Kunta begin to creep through the loudspeakers.

JC: Isaiah King! Has for TWO back-to-back years been on the winning WarGames Team! Is possibly one of the most successful WarGamers in XWF History!

JR: And he’s also the ultimate title hunter, Jacuinde! Isaiah King is one of the most dangerous competitors in all of the XWF when he’s facing a competitor with a belt on their shoulder!

JC: Very true, Joe! When a belt is on the line, Isaiah seems to unlock a whole other gear. So, you have to imagine this is 100% his element… a WarGames where ALL title belts are on the line!

Isaiah King emerges through the curtain, his own XWF tag title belt on his shoulder… flanked by Jennie Nickles, Centurion and Drew Archyle! The House of the Thorned Crown makes a deliberate, uninterested entrance into the Wargame arena. Their gaze solely focused on the ring.

JC: Two title belts on the line this match, Joe! Both the tag-team champions are competing tonight… and on opposite sides of the ring!

JR: You know what that means, Jacuinde! We’re practically *guaranteed* new tag-team champions!

JC: Isaiah King and Sebastian Everett-Bryce… The Exiles… have been dueling all year, pushing each other beyond their limits! Despite their bitter rivalry, they’re currently two-time XWF Tag Team champions… but tonight, something has to give! This match won’t end until one or both of them has been pinned! And if that happens, that person will lose their tag-team title to whoever pins them!

Isaiah goes to the cage door, eager to start off the action for his team… But the official refuses, pointing to Jennie Nickles!

JC: You may have forgotten, but at Spooky Night Savage, the Trillionaires not only stripped Jennie Nickles of her captain status… they also declared any team that drafted Jennie Nickles, she’d have to enter the match first! Punishing her for her many acts against the Trillionaires as XWF owners… and her refusal to apologize for destroying and… *bedding*... Elon’s prized competitor, The Grok!

JR: Clearly the Trillionaires trying to stack the deck against Jennie, Jacuinde.

JC: But the Scarlet Verdict has proven herself in a short time to be one of the most vicious, bloodthirsty competitors in the history of the XWF. Are the Trillionaires truly stacking the deck against her? Or are they simply giving her another opportunity to inflict ultra-violence!

JR: Jennie may have broken a sputtering robot… but Corey is King of the Deathmatch! I think Jennie may have met her match here in Corey!

Jennie rolls her eyes, stepping through the cage door past Isaiah impatiently as Black stares intensely at her…

DING DING!

The House of Wayward Wanderers Betsy Granger Sebastian Everett-Bryce © Corey Black Barney Green - vs - The House of the Thorned Crown Isaiah King © Jennie Nickles Centurion Savannah Knightley Drew Archyle

The moment the bell rings, Corey locks the smaller Jennie into a collar-and-elbow tie-up… immediately followed by a HEADBUTT!

JC: Wow! Corey not holding back an inch on a relative neophyte to the world of wrestling!

JR: I mean… if there’s an opponent you take seriously, it’s the one with literal murder on their rap sheet, Jacuinde!

Jennie rebounds back to the ropes, wiping some sweat off her brow coldly, before dropping to the mat to deliver a leg sweep! It catches Corey in the heel, taking him down to the mat…

Jennie leaps on top of him, looking for a mounted choke, seeing to wrap her hands around and choke the life out of him… But Corey manages a judo throw backwards across the ring… Jennie skids across, but nimbly manages to roll into a sprint, hitting the opposite ropes!

Corey goes for a decapitating BIG BOOT!

…But Jennie ducks under! She hits the opposite ropes, leaping off, diving through the air…

HEADBUTT! It catches Corey straight in the schnozz! Corey shakes it off as Jennie tries to follow up the attack, catching Corey by the arm with a SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER (flying armbar)

JC: Jennie looking for eliminations early!

JR: Of course! She’s got time to knock off her prison sentence, Jacuinde!

Jennie tries to wrench her body downwards, dragging Corey to the mat… but Corey holds his ground and ARM DRAGS Jennie across the ring and into the corner!

NEXT ENTRANT: Isaiah King

King can’t enter the cage fast enough, throwing open the door and charging Corey… Who catches him with a mule kick to the stomach!

JC: How much advice do you think SEB gave his fellow Pantheon stablemate Corey Black going into this one about how to take down Isaiah King?

JR: Probably a decent amount, Jacuinde! Ya gotta figure SEB would love swapping his love-hate partnership with Isaiah for one of his favorite teammates of all-time in the King of the Deathmatch… and Corey would love to knock Isaiah King down a peg!

Isaiah drops to his knees, cradling his stomach. Corey cranks his neck and goes to shoves Isaiah’s head between his legs to go for a powerbomb…

But Jennie dives out of the corner and goes for a sleeperhold… No, wait! She’s simply clawing at Corey’s eyes from behind!

JC: Jennie attacks like a feral animal!

JR: I mean, she lives in California, that place is basically Mad Max. It’s why I moved to Austin. Jacuinde, have you thought about moving to Austin? Texas is whe-

JC: Oh my God, Joe, shut the fuck up about Austin.

Corey reflexively covers his face with one hand as Jennie literally tries to gouge his eyes out with her claw-like fingernails… before the King of the Wrestlers find the wherewithal to heave Jennie off his back! Snapmare Takedown!

Jennie hits the mat with a loud thud! Corey clears his vision…

In time for Isaiah to charge forward!

DISCUS ELBOW! Corey gets ROCKED, hitting his back hard!

JC: Isaiah King has KNOCKOUT striking power!

King exhales, cradling his gut, as Jennie crawls off the mat, suddenly stomping the prone Corey Black from above with animalistic fury!

NEXT ENTRANT: Barney Green

The Crowd…

Fucking

POPS! As ‘The Living Legend’ Barney Green, eyepatch and all, plods up the stairs and into the cage!

JC: Barney Green! One of the XWF’s most beloved treasures once more braves his way into the ring!

JR: Isaiah’s gonna pop this mutant’s head like a zit, Jacuinde.

Barney dashes through the ropes… Shoulder blocking Jennie from behind flat onto her face!

Isaiah spins, locked in on the Green Machine, looking for a haymaker right hand…

Barney takes it on the chin! Getting rocked back into the ropes…

And burps! Followed by beckoning Isaiah like he just made room for more right hands!

JC: Barney is an absolute maniac!

Isaiah fumes, charging Barney!

But Barney doubles over…

And flapjacks Isaiah into the cage!

Isaiah springs off the side!

Barney spins around… As Jennie boots him in the balls!

Barney cradles the Green family jewels, as Jennie tries locking him in an arm-trap… but Corey, after shoving his way off the mat, wraps her in a waistlock and HEAVES Jennie across the ring!

RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

JC: And just like that, things are turning in favor of the Wayward Travelers!

Barney, after confirming both testicles are present and accounted for, goes to fist bump Corey…

…Corey sneers, demanding Green offer the hand he didn’t just use to check his nuts, before dapping him up!

JC: Good call by Corey Black there.

NEXT ENTRANT: CENTURION

WILD THING BLARES THROUGH BOSWORTH FIELD as Centurion hops up the steps and into the cage!

JC: Centurion, for the umpteenth time, calls his retirement off to throw hands in an XWF ring! He’s a multi-time world champion… the one belt that’s evaded him his whole career is the Universal Title… could you imagine if tonight, in the most stacked field of all-time, he wins it?

JR: The world would go fucking nuts, Jacuinde. Everyone would be smiling, except Centurion, that big grump!

Centurion looks testy as Barney waves, eager to greet a fellow XWF Legend!

[whit]JC: Barney and Centurion may have a combined… four or five decades of XWF experience between them, Joe![/white]

Barney goes to grapple Cent… As Cent effortlessly twists his charging grapple into an arm wringer, followed by a twisting hip toss, planting Barney on his back!

JC: That’s pure fundamentals on display there from Cent!

Cent stands up… just as Black tags him with a right hand to the face, rocking him back to the corner!

King charges Corey, hitting him a running knee to the skull! Corey looks dazed…

Jennie charges across the ring, aiming at Corey with a…

BITCH TRIGGER (V-Trigger knee)

…

But no! Corey catches the knee and heaves her through the air! EXPLODER SUPLEX!

JC: Corey using those years of experience dominating in the ring to counteract Jennie’s brutal attempts to finish him early!

Jennie gets flung like a catapult across the ring, crashing against the bottom turnbuckle…

Corey turns around…

INTO A 1000 MILE SLAM BY CENTURION!

JC: From outta nowh-

…No! Corey drops off the back… and shoves Cent into a charging Isaiah!

…But Cent puts on the brakes before he collides with his captain!

Isaiah and Cent double clothesline Corey dropping him!

Cent and Isaiah look at each other…

JC: Cent and Isaiah faced off at the 2023 WarGames on opposite sides… Figure there’s any beef there, Rogan?

…They quickly dap up, before splitting off, Isaiah to attack Corey, Cent to attack Barney…

JR: If there is, they’re willing to put it aside! They both know what’s at stake here, Jacuinde!

NEXT ENTRANT: SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE!

THE EMPIRE ENTERS THE CAGE!

JC: Here he is! The current XWF Tag-Team champion… and the 24/7 briefcase holder, Sebastian Everett-Bryce!

JR: He’s a two-time Universal champion, Jacuinde! One of the best to ever do it! If you’re thinking about guys who could leave WarGames with the Uni around their waist… You’ve gotta think this just might be SEB’s night…

SEB charges in, just as Cent stops stomping Barney to attack him…

Wham! Stops him with a front kick to the chest! Cent staggers backward, a look of disgust on his face like… did this asshole just kick me in the chest?

JC: Lotta history between SEB and Centurion from their UGWC days!

Centurion goes for a running clothesline…

But SEB ducks under it! Cent turns around… PELE KICK to the skull! Cent staggers backwards into the cage!

Jennie crawls across the ring, nearly securing Barney into the Nickles Family Recipe… before Barney manages to catch her with a punch to the stomach, followed by a back body drop to the mat!

Corey manages to catch Isaiah in a side-headlock… before King finds the wherewithal to lift Black of his feet… BACK SUPLEX! Black cradles his neck from the mat as King stands…

And winds up face-to-face with his tag-team partner, Sebastian Everett-Bryce!

The crowd immediately leaps to their feet as SEB and Isaiah face-off, jaw-jacking in the center of the ring!

JC: These two have one of the longest-running rivalries in the XWF! They very nearly ended it at Relentless, where one of the two would have had a perfect 3-0 record across all three nights of the weekend…

JR: But an interference had their match declared a no contest. But someone has to win here, Jacuinde! And it’s clear both of these men want another win to hold over their long-time rival’s head…

The two both suddenly reel back their hands to start throwing punches…

But Green charges in from the side to take out Isaiah! At the same time that Cent wraps SEB from behind in a guillotine hold… REVERSE DDT!

JC: Things are devolving into chaos out here, Joe! And we don’t even have all eight WarGamers in the ring yet!

NEXT ENTRANT: DREW ARCHYLE

DREW ARCHYLE ENTERS AND THE CROWD GOES APESHIT!

JC: I can’t believe this is happening! Drew FUCKING Archyle makes his return to an XWF ring! One of the most-talented members of one of the greatest stables to ever operate in the XWF! APEX!

JR: Drew Archyle isn’t Rob Main and he isn’t Jim Caedus! His style isn’t pretty, but it’s goddamned effective! He’s a legendary tag wrestler who knows singles matches can be won on the battlefield, but tag matches are always won in the trenches. Watch for him to be a difference maker here!

Drew charges into the cage… Wrapping Barney Green in a double leg takedown and wailing on him with mounted punches!

Corey charges at Drew, hammering him from above with a clubbing forearm to the back of the head… Drew snarls, loving the violence… Corey sneers, seeing a kindred spirit, before delivering another right hand that backs Drew into the ropes…

Drew bounces off the ropes… And counters Corey in the face with a BOOT that drops Black to the mat!

Jennie Nickles is already, once more, atop Barney, trying to hammer him in the face with elbows to knock out an opponent early!

Centurion nearly hits the 1000 Mile Slam on SEB… who gracefully drops off the back! Cent spins around…

Into a Superkick from SEB! SEB goes to dive into the cov-

WHAM! Isaiah shoulder-blocks SEB into a corner away from Cent!

JC: That’s the kind of moves that makes Isaiah a great WarGamer… and tag-team partner!

SEB wipes away at his mouth, smiling at Isaiah who quickly covers Cent as Cent scrambles back to his feet…

Meanwhile Drew and Corey are tangling up around the ring, rolling and jockeying for position, exchanging mounts, throwing wild right hands at each other…

JC: I feel like Drew and Corey are gonna be great friends after this match, Joe.

JR: I feel like they’re great friends now, Jacuinde, and their love language is incredible violence!

FINAL ENTRANT: BETSY GRANGER

JC: And here she is! The Impossible Traveler! We’ve got all eight competitors in the ring!

Betsy zips through the cage door… and springboards up to the top rope!

WHAM! She immediately goes for Isaiah King, catching him with an aerial dropkick to the chin! Isaiah flies back into the cage…

Betsy spots Jennie, on the verge of forcing Green unconscious with a mounted choke… Basement dropkick knocks Jennie onto her face!

Drew has managed to scramble Corey Black off the mat from a mount… into a sideheadlock position for an…

ILL-GOTTEN GAINS! (Headlock Driver)

…But Corey catches Archyle with an elbow to the ribs! Archyle doubles over…

Black shoves Archyle forward…

And Betsy drops Drew with a…

Plante de Visage! (Hurricanrana Driver!)

Drew’s face SLAMS against the mat! And Betsy goes for the cover!


Cent goes to break it up… But gets blocked by SEB!

1!

King tries to scramble off the mat, but gets checked by Corey!

2!

Jennie tries to make the diving save!

But Barney dives through the air to block it!

THREE!

ELIMINATED: DREW ARCHYLE

JC: What an absolute shocker of a first elimination, Joe! Drew Archyle does out first! The House of the Thorned Crown deals with an early deficit!

JR: I get that Isaiah wanted to start off the match and lead his team, but Betsy showing why so many captains decide to play the part of the anchor! She let the field tire itself out and she came up and lined up a quick elimination like it was a lay-up shot at a pool table. Incredibly academic strategy by Il Vidante herself!

Betsy quickly stands up… Just as Jennie dives onto her… and delivers a surprisingly deft powerslam to the Impossible Traveler!

Isaiah catches Corey with a rolling kick to the skull, driving Black backwards against the turnbuckle…

But from behind, Barney Green locks the CROSSFACE CHICKENWING on Isaiah King!

JC: There’s no way! There’s absolutely no way!

JR: Barney Green might have Isaiah King dead-to-rights! We could have new tag-team champions! Sebastian Everett-Bryce… AND BARNEY GREEN!

King shakes back and forth, trying to break Barney’s grip with all he’s got… But Barney holds firm! King even tries to run up the turnbuckle to take Barney from behind… But Barney plants his weight downward, cutting off King’s run before he can take to the air!

JC: Barney Green knows every way out of the crossface chickenwing… and he’s managing to stop King’s every escape!

JR: I can’t believe it! This would be the upset of the century!

Isaiah’s eyes start to fade…

…When from behind…

Cent grabs Barney!

1000 MILE SLAM! Green goes THUD like a belly flop against the mat!

JC: Incredibly timing by Centurion, saving his captain!

Cent covers Barney…

1!

Betsy desperately reaches for Barney, but Jennie has her in a hammerlock against the mat…

2!

Both SEB and Corey go to bail Barney…

But Isaiah delivers a flying crossbody to drop them both to the mat!

THREE!

ELIMINATED: BARNEY GREEN

JC: And once more, we’re dead even!

Centurion stands up, roaring for the XWF universe to get on their feet… As Betsy manages to throw Jennie off of her, double stomping Nickles in the chest for good measure!

Cent goes to take out Betsy with a neckbreaker… but Betsy slips through, ducking under it with a gymnastics bridge! Cent turns around… just as Betsy catches himwith a dynamic handstand into a hurricanrana!

JC: Incredible moves by Betsy Granger!

King gets up at the same time that SEB and Corey do… He tries to follow up his attack with a double clothesline!

But Corey manages to catch him by the heel and drop him to the mat, against the bottom turnbuckle!

Cent slowly peels himself off the mat… SEB goes after Cent, dropping him with a spinebuster slam!

Betsy calls for Corey, who is stomping Isaiah against the bottom turnbuckle, to whip Isaiah at her… Corey nods, ready for a tandem move!

JC: Oh my! For the second time this match, Isaiah King looks like he could be in trouble!

Corey peels Isaiah up to his feet… and Irish whips Isaiah out of the corner…

Betsy leaps! Looking for a second…

Plante de Visage! (Hurricanrana Driver!)

…

But Isaiah ducks under it!

Betsy hits the mat, turning around… WHAM! Into a shining wizard from Jennie Nickles!

Jennie hooks Betsy’s leg!

1!

Corey tries to break it up, but gets speared by Isaiah!

2!

SEB and Cent are grappling out of position!

THR-NO! Betsy kicks out!

JC: Phew! The Captain of the Wayward Travelers somehow survives that one!

Jennie, wasting no time, peels Betsy off the mat to finish her properly…

But WHAM! Betsy catches Jennie with a cross-kick that drops Nickles to her knees… Betsy lines up looking for a…

BUZZSAW KICK!

…But Jennie ducks!

And catches Betsy in a roll-up! Jennie even secures the tights!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eliminated: Betsy Granger

JC: No way! No freaking way!

JR: That’s a heartbreaker and a dirty way to go out! I don’t know if WarGames eliminations count toward Jennie’s sentence, but that’s a major feather in her cap taking out the Captain of the Wayward Travelers!

JC: And just like that, two back-to-back eliminations puts the House of the Thorned Crown into the driver’s seat! They’re up three-to-two!

King and Corey both slowly rise in the corner… WHAM! Corey strikes first with a vicious axe handle strike, dropping King onto his face on the mat near the corner!

Jennie dives forward with a headbutt, slamming against Corey’s skull against the turnbuckle!

Meanwhile, SEB has Cent in a waistlock… But Cent hits SEB with an elbow! Rocking SEB… Cent dips under, standing switch, he takes SEB from behind!


JC: Oh my gosh! Cent could do it!

Cent dips his head under SEB’s arm!

1000 MILE SLAM!

JC: NO WAY! NO FREAKING WAY!

JR: This would be the elimination of the century!

Corey crawls to break it up, but Jennie and Isaiah manage to trap Corey in the corner, Isaiah grasping Black’s ankle, Jennie boxing him in against the corner!

Cent hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOO!

SEB KICKS OUT!

The crowd goes absolutely nuts for the nearfall!

JC:...Oh my God. That was so close… I think I almost had a heart attack!

JR: We almost had a new set of tag-champs… Isaiah King and Centurion!

Cent’s eyes widen in disbelief, as he holds up three fingers to the ref… The ref only lifts two in reply.

Cent, ever the grump, sighs and cranks his neck… Dragging SEB up to his feet from behind… He secures another waistlock!

JC: SEB’s a sitting duck! Cent’s about to do it!

Cent lifts SEB…

…But SEB backflips behind Cent! He dashes for the ropes!

Cent turns around…

INTO AN EMPIRE KICK!

JR: FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!

SEB crawls into a cover!

Jennie, seeing Cent in a bad spot, tries to leave the corner from which she was boxing in Corey… But Corey wraps her in a rear choke hold!

King tries to escape from the mat… but Corey is stomping him!

JC: Corey Black doing everything he can to give SEB time to make the pin!

SEB crawls into the cover, hooking the leg!

ONE!

Jennie bites Corey’s arm!

TWO!


Corey seethes, releasing the hold! Jennie dives!

…

She shoulder blocks SEB off Cent…

…

RIGHT AFTER THREE!

Eliminated: Centurion!

JC: Damn! A stellar performance by Centurion! But SEB was just too much!

JR: And now we’re down to four! Isaiah King and Jennie Nickles against PANTHEON! Corey Black and Sebastian Everett-Bryce!

Jennie dives on top of SEB, clawing at his face and eyes with mounted punches… Meanwhile, Corey grabs the prone King by the scruff of his neck and hurls him against the turnbuckle, before delivering kick after kick to the ribs, each one sapping the life out of Isaiah…

Jennie continues to attack SEB in ways that aren’t strictly within the rules and spirit of wrestling competition… Rapidly throwing thumbs to the eyes, palm strikes to the throat… SEB finally manages to hook his elbow around her neck and roll her down to the mat on her back! SEB tries to turn this position into a mount of his own…

But Jennie counters with a knee lift from prone position! STRAIGHT into SEB’s crotch!

JC: Dang, lot of underhanded strikes tonight from the Scarlet Verdict!

JR: When your freedom is on-the-line, morals and sportsmanship just get in your way. Jennie isn’t here for the spirit of competition, she’s here to work her way out of solitary confinement!

SEB rolls onto his front defensively, as Jennie spins to take Corey off her captain… Jennie again leaps onto Corey’s back, trying to drop him to the mat with punches to the ribs from behind!

…But Corey manhandles her into a fireman’s carry, then onto his shoulders…

STIFF-AS-FUCK POWERBOMB!

Black shoves Nickles’s back against the mat!

ONE!

TWO!


THREE!

Eliminated: Jennie Nickles

JC: And once more momentum flips! After the House of the Thorned Crown takes a three-to-two lead, two back-to-back eliminations leave Team Isaiah down to only their captain…

JR: Meanwhile, the House of the Wayward Travelers has BOTH members of Pantheon!

As SEB pulls his way back upright using the middle rope, Corey looks to finish this one off, grabbing Isaiah from out of the corner…

But Isaiah manages to catch the lumbering advance of Black with an uppercut to the ribs, doubling Black over!

Isaiah springs into action, latching on a front facelock!

JC: Oh my! I think Isaiah is looking for the King’s Decree here!

Isaiah goes to lift Corey…

But SEB dives from beside the ropes to break Isaiah’s move in mid-air!

JC: Great awareness by SEB saving his partner!

JR: Saving his partner?!? He just screwed his partner by saving someone who DIDN’T win the tag belts with him!

JC: But Corey Black might just rectify that problem right here and now!

Zay exhaustedly tries to scramble back to his feet… Just as SEB catches him with a knee lift to the skull, followed by a jabbing kick to the chest, driving Isaiah back into the ropes!

Isaiah slowly stumbles forward as SEB backs into the ropes…

Looking for an…

EMPIRE KICK!

…

No! Isaiah side-steps the massive kick, managing to catch SEB with a trailing kick, doubling the Empire over! Isaiah manages to scramble forward… Latching around SEB’s back from above and tearing off a…

GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!

SEB looks dazed! Isaiah goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Corey dives on top to break the pin!

JC: And Corey returns the favor for SEB! Pantheon is working like a well-oiled machine tonight!

Isaiah exhaustedly rolls onto his back…

As Black leaps from above!

MJOLNIR’S SMITE!

…

Misses! King manages to roll just out of the way, booting Corey into the stomach to send him staggering backwards!

Corey backs into the ropes… As Isaiah spins, going for a…

ROYAL VERDICT!

…

No! Corey ducks it, zips to the ropes, rebounds off…

And as Isaiah spins around… Black elbows Isaiah in the skull!

Isaiah again drops to one knee!

JC: This could be it! Pantheon could become the new tag-team champions!

Black shoves Isaiah into position…

He lifts him through the air!

STIFF AS FUCK POW-

…No! King goes up and over, landing on his feet!

King goes for the ropes, looking to charge!

…Black’s ready for a counter with a BOOT!

…But Isaiah ducks!

Corey spins around…

STRAIGHT INTO A RUNNING ROYAL VERDICT!

JC: NO WAY! Isaiah hit it!

King goes for the cover!

SEB looks dazed!

ONE!

He shakes off cobwebs, trying to scramble for the pin!

TWO!

SEB dives!

…

But ends up short!

THREE!

Eliminated: Corey Black

JC: Oh my God! And then there were two!

JR: And could it have been anyone else besides these two, Jacuinde! The two tag-team champions wind up going head-to-head! With both of their belts on the line!

Zay exhaustedly rises up from the pin… just as SEB scrambles his way back to a vertical base…

The crowd goes electric as these two realize it’s down to just them… and slowly begin circling, each looking for an opening…

JR: Wait, so… if we’re down to the tag champs… does that mean whoever pins the other, they both remain the tag champs?

JC: I’ve received word on that, Joe, just now! To be clear, both these men’s belts are still on the line! If Isaiah pins SEB, he’s leaving with both belts! Same for SEB!

JR: Holy shit! The Exiles are about to implode before our eyes!

The crowd is going electric… Isaiah stares down his partner coldly…

SEB sticks an arm out and beckons Isaiah with his fingertips…

JC: We saw this at Relentless! SEB daring Isaiah to come at him like he’s Neo and Isaiah is Mister Anderson!

With a roar, Isaiah lunges forward once more, looking for a shoulder-block just like at Relentless…

But this time, SEB sidesteps, shooting Isaiah into the ropes!

Isaiah rebounds off, just as SEB backs into the ropes!

EMPIRE KICK!

…

Misses!

King puts on the brakes by wrapping his arms the ropes as Everett-Bryce’s back collides with the mat!

King leaps through the air…

MJOLNIR’ SMITE!

JC: Holy shit! King just hit SEB with Corey Black’s move!

JR: I guarantee SEB did not see that one coming!

SEB cradles his face as King hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOOOOO! SEB KICKS OUT!

JC: I don’t know how SEB is finding the will to keep going! What is it gonna take for Isaiah to put this one away?

JR: You’re talking about a two-time WarGames champion AND a two-time Universal champion, Jacuinde! Isaiah is a master of putting away opponents!

…SEB forces his way back up… knowing that Isaiah won’t stop just because he’s down…

King pulls himself back up… and sees SEB already rising…  Isaiah shakes his head and charges again, ducking around SEB’s slow rise, and wrapping his hands around his waist!

Isaiah goes for a german suplex!

…But in a sudden strike, SEB brings his hands down to break Isaiah’s grip! SEB hooks an ankle around King’s, sweeps and Isaiah finds himself on his back!

JC: This sequence was straight out of their match at Relentless, which means SEB’s about to…

Drop a BOOT onto King’s chest!

…But no!

This time, King’s rolls to his side, SEB’s boot only hits mat! And King sweeps SEB to the mat!

King tries to take SEB’s back, looking for the…

ROYAL INQUISITION!

…But when King goes to wrap in the sleeperhold, SEB manages to backwards somersault, pinning King’s shoulders to the mat!

JC: SEB looking to steal this one!

ONE!

TWO

THRE-NOOOOOOO! King kicks out by releasing the hold and shoving SEB off!

SEB tries to scramble, keeping the pressure on! He darts for the ropes, looking for an…

EMPIRE KI-

NO! King slides forward, catching SEB before he can even lift his boot with a punch to the ribs!

JC: How many times now has Isaiah stopped that Empire Kick before SEB can unleash it?!?

JR: Isaiah knows just how dangerous that boot is and he’s doing everything in his power to make it a non-factor!

SEB is doubled-over in pain… As King wraps his arms around SEB’s skull… sliding him into a front facelock!

Isaiah signals for…

THE KING’S DECREE!

…

But SEB holds his stance, planting his feet on the mat!

And heaves Isaiah through the air!

Back body drop!

JC: What a counter by SEB!

King spins around…

Just as SEB zips across the ring with an…





JC: EMPIRE KICK! EMPIRE KICK! AND SEB GOT ALL OF IT!

Isaiah drops flat on his back as SEB collapses on top of him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW XWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE! ADVANCING TO THE WARGAMES FINALS: SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE!

JC: OH… my God! Oh MY God! Oh my GOD!

JR: SEB pulls off an incredible victory! After a shocking first-round exit at WarGames last year, the Empire heads to his first ever WarGames Final!

JC: A heartbreaking result for the man who was on the winning WarGames team the last two years in a row, Isaiah King! But tonight, the victory goes to the Empire! And the House of the Wayward Wanderers moves onto the final!

SEB raises an arm as the official hands him both his tag title… and Isaiah’s!

JC: Sebastian Everett-Bryce is now BOTH XWF Tag Team champions!

JR: What will happen at Warfare? Will SEB give Isaiah back his belt and will the Exiles continue their dominant reign? Will SEB instead give the belt to another partner, like Corey Black… Or Lucy Wylde?!?

JC: Or will he just defend the belts himself? We don’t know, but we do know one thing! SEB is headed to the WarGames Final! Where the Universal Title WILL be on the line!

JR: How the hell is SEB gonna have anything left in the tank after that WAR with Isaiah King!?!

JC: Well he better find some gas soon, Rogan! Cuz he’s headed into the WarGames final with Kieran King, Kristoffer Arroyo, Game GIrl, Scoops McGee, and Dickie Watson!

JR: And one of these competitors! The one who scores the final pinfall! Will leave with the Universal title!

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Bosworth Field dims into darkness. Drums rumble, not war drums, but trailer-style cinematic percussion. Golden lights explode on the stage, and out stride the Trillionaires Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, and Jeff Bezos.

The trio are dressed obscenely in expensive, sharp heel suits designed to look like futuristic emperors. The England crowd BOOOOOOOOS the hell out of them. Zuck raises his arms like a cult messiah.

THE ZUCK:  Yo yo yo word to your mothers, people of England… or whatever’s left of your once-great Empire. You’re welcome.

JEFF BEZOS: XWF is on the verge of something historic. Ratings-shattering. Culture-shaping. Unlike, say.. Your cuisine.

ELON MUSK: We’re proud to introduce the most valuable signing in XWF history. Someone who will drag our promotion past the upper echelon we’re already in. Hollywood, darling. Cinema. Because, frankly our current array of champions…

He waves a hand dismissively.

ELON MUSK: Tedious. Beige. Morose. Walking melatonin.

JEFF BEZOS: Tonight, we present to you, to XWF, a star who doesn’t wrestle for belts.. But for billions.

THE ZUCK: So, yo, peep it my sheeple, Steve Sayors… do what you do best. Introduce greatness properly.

The spotlight drops to the middle of the ring, where Steve Sayors nearly jumps out of his suit at the cue.

STEVE SAYORS: England… please rise for a living legend performing live tonight.

The crowd buzzes. Confused. Hopeful.

STEVE SAYORS: MADONNA!

Bosworth Field erupts. Fireworks shoot up. Madonna steps onto the stage in a glittering silver gown. Without a word, the beat drops. “The Look” by Roxette.. Live.

The crowd loses it, cheering.

Fog machines blast as a silhouette begins descending from the sky on a floating gilded throne shaped like a celestial chariot from a silent-era Hollywood epic.





On it sits a woman straight out of a dream….

Curled platinum hair…

Red-carpet gown shimmering like molten diamonds…

Cinematic lighting kissing every flawless angle of her face…

Madonna belts the chorus. Perfect timing.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

Paparazzi line the ramp, snapping photos like starved wolves.

The crowd is stunned, some booing, some cheering, all captivated.

As Madonna hits the final “SHE’S GOT THE LOOOOOK”, the throne lands gently inside the ring.

The woman steps off with a breathtaking twirl, and the throne ascends back into the sky.

Sayors adjusts his tie, speechless for a moment, then gathers himself.

STEVE SAYORS: England… XWF… What you’re witnessing is no ordinary signing. This woman is an icon. A star who captivated screens as a child actress and teen heartthrob sensation in blockbusters such as Sunset High: The Malibu Diaries, Starlit Summer, Galaxy Teen Patrol, Forever Your First Kiss, and the Angel Avenue Mysteries. She’s the recipient of three Nickelodeon Teen Choice awards, the Young Hollywood Golden Halo, the Starlight Rising Actress Trophy, and the Global Youth Icon Award.

He pauses a beat, starstruck.

STEVE SAYORS: Hailing from Los Angeles, California… This.. is… AMARA VALE!

The sky erupts.

Fireworks.

Golden confetti cannons.

A flock of white doves is unleashed above the ring.

Flashbulbs everywhere.

Amara lifts her chin, loving every second.

STEVE SAYORS: Miss Vale.. welcome to XWF and welcome to En--

Amara cuts him off instantly, pushing him out of frame.

AMARA VALE: England. Right. The land of drizzle, dental neglect, and centuries of losing colonies. Charming. I’d rather have debuted in the States, but here we are.

The crowd BOOOOOOOOOS!

AMARA VALE: Oh, don’t pout, history is history.

She gestures to the ancient battlefield.

AMARA VALE: Bosworth Field. A place where a king was killed, a crown was stolen, and everyone pretended it was noble. Honestly? Hmmm. It’s the perfect venue for me. Because I’m here to take something too.

She steps closer to the hard camera.

AMARA VALE: You all know who I am. Hollywood knows who I am. I was America’s sweetheart, until America tried to eat me alive. Fame, pressure, addiction, headlines. I vanished cause they pushed me too far.

Her smile sharpens.

AMARA VALE: But Hollywood came knocking again. A new blockbuster. A wrestling biopic about a legendary female wrestler. And the lead actress needs to step into a ring and live it, survive it.

She dramatically flicks her hair.

AMARA VALE: And unlike those famous actresses who passed on the role due to the requirements, I don’t quit when things get hard. I reinvent.

Her eyes sparkle with resolve and arrogance.

AMARA VALE: I despise wrestling. I despise the sweat. I despise the smell. I especially despise the greasy pizza-faced fans. But I will endure this circus. Because when I’m done method-acting through this ridiculous sport, I’ll walk into Hollywood as the highest-paid actress of my generation. And you? You’ll get to brag that you once booed me in person before I won an Oscar.

The crowd rains hatred. She loves it with a smirk.

AMARA VALE: So listen closely, XWF. I’m not here for honour. Or respect. Or championships. I’m here for the leading role. And just like every movie I’ve been in, every other person in this company?

She smirks harder.

AMARA VALE: You’re just extras. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will go to my VIP seating area to watch 24 idiots maim each other like stuck pigs. I wouldn’t be appearing here if the Trillionaires hadn’t offered me a good sum of money to show up. Ugh.

Two tuxedoed hunks escort her out of the ring and to her cordoned-off area, where she sits in a fancy chair gifted to her by the Trillionaires.

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TODD: The action never lets up in the XWF and to prove it to you there’s no break in the agenda before the finals! Instead we have the XWF Anarchy Tag Team Championships on the line.

BAMA: That’s right, Todd. I gotta say XXXVI and The Director got some juevos on them, putting out an open invitation to anyone who wants to challenge for the titles.

TODD: And two teams have answered the call! And they’re both, well, interesting to say the least!


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The stage alights in red. Smoke gathers around the stage. Gods by Sleep Token plays as XXXVI and The Director appear, rising up out of the red lights amidst the smoke, XXXVI’s hands gathered in prayer. They step out onto the stage and takes in the mixed reaction from the crowd. XXXVI shakes his out his head and shoulders and begins to walk down the ramp, hands still in prayer pose. Then from behind him, appears CIX. She follows him down the ramp. Half way down, he spreads his hands apart and reaches out both arms in T-Pose as he crouches, sauntering down the rest of the ramp toward the ring. The Director follows him stoicically, taking in the crowd. XXXVI climbs onto the apron, outstretches his arms and then enters, rolling backward over the top rope and spins toward the center of the ring, arms outstretched like a helicopter. He then sits, cross legged in the dead center of the ring, hands once again in prayer pose and bows his head. The Director also gets in the ring, standing behind XXXVI. Full black again, then a single, red cone of light bathes the champs in the ring as fire explodes out of each turnbuckle. Outside the ring, CIX surveys the crowd as they await the match starting.


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"Realize" by AC/DC starts to play to the shock of XXXVI and The Director as they stand in the ring. Out walks Barney Green, Still sore and bruised from the previous match. Barney has a microphone as the music fades.

Barney: I'm not leaving without a title. People don't expect me to go for the double header but here we are. Now, You two goofs may be wondering who my tag partner is. I will tell you right now. Allow me to introduce him. He is making his XWF Debut. He hails from Cambridge, MA, stands 6'0 and weighs 340 lbs. He is my best friend, Bob!

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"If It Ain't Broke, Break It" by Meatloaf starts to play as we see Bob start to walk out. Bob is dressed in his security guard uniform and starts flexing his muscles. Bob and Barney nod at each other as we see Bob rip off his shirt revealing a tight tank top underneath showing his muscles. Bob starts flexing his muscles and they both start walking down the ring.

BAMA: Who the hell is that guy?

TODD: Apparently, His name is Bob and he's Barney's friend.

BAMA: He looks like he should be throwing people out of the local mall.

Barney and Bob enter the ring as the music fades.


VROOM! VROOM! VROOM!

The power of the engine is heard as the riffs of Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild" tear through the speakers.

The growl of a classic muscle car grows louder before it explodes into the arena. The tires squeal as it barrels down the ramp. The crowd erupts, stomping, screaming, waving their arms in the air like they just don't care. The car screeches to a halt, then does a burnout in place, causing smoke to billow up from the tires while doing considerable damage to the surface below.

The car shuts off. The door swings open. Out steps Clutch Cassidy, leather jacket, jean shorts, sexy as fuck, mirrored sunshades, and white halter top. She grins and makes her way around the outskirts of the ring, hyped up, high octane energy, tagging hands. She stops at a child in the front row and slides her sunshades on their eyes, then, in unison with them, yells "VROOM VROOM!"

Cassidy climbs onto the apron, throws her arms wide, then lets the fans join in with her as she does revving gestures with her arms, everyone yelling "VROOM VROOM!" with her.



The arena descends into a kaleidoscope of strobe lights of various colors, inducing feelings of disorientation and illness in everyone present as the unsettling beat of “SICKO” by Health and Godflesh starts to play. The main screens come alive with a montage of eerie imagery of death, graphic pornography, blood, surgical scenes, and occult imagery (see the video for SICKO for an idea of what you’re seeing), interspersed with the words “DO AS THOU WILT”, “SODOMIZE THE INNOCENT”,  “DO CRIMES” and “BE EVIL”  throughout the imagery almost like subliminal messaging.

Samael Dyson hits the stage, a score of his sack wearing Insignificants. He's wearing a wrestling singlet with images of various sex acts airbrushed onto it. He orders the Insignificants to lay down in front of him and he walks on them like a human bridge as he makes his way to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope. Sam then vigorously humps the canvas, screeching like a lunatic at the camera before getting to his feet and pacing the mat, muttering to himself and yelling at the fans in the front row.

BAMA: That Samael Dyson gives me the heebie jeebies. Good lord!

TODD: Hopefully Clutch will be a mitigating influence on their team. But suffice it to say all three teams are in the ring. This match will be contested under triple threat tag team rules, Bama and with this many explosive and unusual elements in the match it’s sure to be a good one!

All three teams seem to be settling on who’s going out first, and it looks like Barney Green, The Director, and Clutch are going to kick things off. The bell rings and the action kicks off immediately with both Clutch and Barney Green going after The Director!

TODD: Looks like both challenging teams had the same idea!

Barney and Clutch both start laying into the Director with punches and kicks, driving him into the corner. Clutch then irish whips The Director into the opposite corner, her corner in fact, where Samael hits a cheap shot on him! The Director bounces out of the corner into Barney Green’s waiting arms who lifts him up and power slams him! Green goes for the cover!

1….


2…..NO! The cover is broken up by Clutch!


This draws Barney’s attention to Clutch. He gets up and approaches her, but Clutch suckers him with a dropkick to the knee, that brings him down, which she follows up with a running enzugiri to the side of Green’s head! Clutch goes for the cover now!

1….


2….NO! Green powers out!

BAMA: The Green Machine kicking out with authority here, tossing Clutch halfway across the ring!

Indeed, Clutch lands close to her corner, she gets up and Samael hits a blind tag on her by smacking her ass! Clutch lets out an “eep” of surprise and yells at Samael as he gets in the ring, but the ref forces Clutch to accept the tag.

Samael clutches his dick in Barney’s direction, daring him to fight! Barney, angered, locks up with Samael and gets an immediate advantage. Meanwhile, The Director tags in XXXVI!

Barney picks Samael up and snake eyes him on the top turnbuckle, followed by a big time clothesline. But XXXVI gets on Barney, picking him up from behind and German suplexing him!

Samael then challenges XXXVI into a lockup, but before they lock hands Samael punts XXXVI in the dick, and then boots him awkwardly in the head. Sam plays to the jeering crowd a bit, getting distracted long enough for Barney to recover and nail Sam with a few right hands, followed by a Samoan drop! Green covers Samael!


1….



2…..NOPE! The count is broken by XXXVI!

TODD: The numbers game in this match working against Green here, he’s going to have to neutralize one team long enough to….

BAMA: Wait, what’s going on with Sam’s masked freaks?

The Insignificants appear to have procured a chair and they slide it in the ring! But the ref sees it immediately and kicks it out, spending some time on yelling at The Insignificants for the brazen attempt at cheating. But while the ref is turned, Samael bites Green in the neck as he rises to his feet! Green’s neck is opened up and he starts streaming blood! Even Clutch looks disgusted!

BAMA: Well, uh, taking a page out of his buddy Vamp’s book it seems.

Seeing the violence, XXXVI wastes no time turning on Sam, grabbing him up and dropping him with a reverse DDT. Meanwhile Green, clutching his neck, tags in Bob! Bob looks a little lost at first, but he finally settles on XXVI and throws a wild haymaker at him, which XXXVI blocks with ease and nails him right back with a closed fist, followed by a short arm clothesline that drops Bob.

Meanwhile, Samael slithers back to his corner and tags Clutch back in. Clutch rushes the ring and immediately nails XXXVI with a backstabber manuever, driving her knees into his back. Clutch covers XXXVI!

1….


2…..NO! The champ kicks out!

Bob staggers to his feet, again looking a bit lost when Barney calls out to him from their corner, giving him some directions.

BAMA: Not sure good old Bob has any business being in a wrestling ring.

TODD: You may be right, Bama. He seems a little, well, confused.

XXXVI and Clutch get up at the same time and start trading furious blows. XXXVI eventually gets the advantage and he drives Clutch into his corner, where the Director starts to choke Clutch with his whip! The ref doesn’t catch it and Samael starts screaming for the ref to pay attention! Finally, he catches on and forces The Director to stop his attack. But this gives Bob a chance to strike! He clumsily rolls XXXVI up from behind!

1…..NO! XXXVI kicks out right away!

XXXVI drags Bob to his feet and starts lighting him up with rapid fire punches and kicks before dropping him with a spinning backfist. With the coast clear, XXXVI tags The Director back in. The Director starts to work on Clutch, still recovering from that choke hold, by stomping her while she’s down. He then picks her up and brings her crashing down with a backbreaker across his knee!

Bob staggers up and tags Barney back in. Barney charges The Director, crashing into him with a forearm smash, followed by another, and then another. Barney then nails The Director with an Intelligent Diversion throat punch as Clutch crawls to her corner to tag Samael back in. Samael sneaks up behind Barney and nails him from behind with a Dirty low blow, followed by a reverse face buster! Samael pins Barney!

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3…NO! Barney kicks out!

Samael then sits on top of Green and starts to try to grasp at Barney’s eye patch! Barney struggles with Dyson, finally Green is able to fight Samael off.

BAMA: Eugh! We almost got a glimpse of what’s under Barney’s eye patch. I’m not sure any of us wanted to see that.

The Director is back on his feet now and he attacks Barney as Barney gets up, hitting him with a running Bulldog. Then, for Samael he has a headbutt, followed by a spinning backfist of his own. The Director surveys the carnage and covers Samael!

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3…NO! Samaels foot is dragged onto the bottom rope by one of his Insignificants!

The ref yells at Sam’s masked goons, threatening to expel them.

As that happens, Barney goes to tag Bob back in. Bob looks a little uncertain but ultimately accepts the tag. Bob hits the ring and goes after The Director, again going for a wild haymaker that surprisingly connects! The Director falls back into his corner and XXXVI tags himself back in. As that happens, Samael tags a fresh Clutch back in. It’s now down to Bob, Clutch, and XXXVI. All three of them consider each other. Clutch nods at Bob and motions for them to rush XXXVI, and they do so, hammering him into the neutral corner. Clutch hits the NItro Kick on XXXVI, and the champ drops into the center of the ring where Clutch pins him!

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3…NO! Bob pulls Clutch off of XXXVI!

TODD: Hey, Bob is learning!

But Clutch looks pissed at Bob, shooting him a withering look as she gets to her feet. She nails him with a NItro Kick for good measure too, and Bob falls into his corner where Green tags himself back in. Clutch retrains her sights on XXXVI as he gets vertical. Clutch punts the champ in the abdomen and hits the PIT STOP from out of nowhere, dropping him down into a guillotine choke!

TODD: Clutch could end it right here!

But Barney intervenes before XXXVI can tap! He drops a double axe handle down on Clutch, then violently forces her to her feet, up onto his shoulders, and then drops her with a jacknife powerbomb! Clutch rolls back to her corner in pain and Sam hits the tag on her. Meanwhile, Barney waits on XXXVI to get up before nailing him with a BLACK AND WHITE LIGHTNING ATTACK! It hits, and Barney covers!

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3….NOOOOOOOO! Samael Dyson kicks Green to break up the count!

Barney gets up and starts brawling with Samael while XXXVI, having just taken two finishers, slowly crawls to his corner to tag in The Director! The Director hits the ring like a house of fire, double clotheslining both Green and Dyson. The Director then retrieves his whip from his belt, but the ref intervenes and fights with The Director to drop the weapon. Green and Dyson recover and both of them rush The Director, beating him down. Samael finishes things off by booting The Director out of the ring where he’s set upon by The Insignificants who dogpile on the Director and start attacking him! The ref starts shouting at them to stop!

As that happens, Green turns to Dyson and goes for a GREEN DREAM on Dyson, but Dyson jerks his head back and busts Green in the mouth, breaking the hold. Dyson slithers out of the hold and turns on Green, punching him right in the groin and then uppercutting him on the chin! Green drops!

BAMA: The ref needs to do something about Dyson’s freaks at ringside!

Back on the outside, The Director starts fighting back against The Insignificants, tossing them off of him, but with the referee’s gaze still focused on the struggle outside, another group of Insignificants toss a metal gauntlet into the ring to Samael!

BAMA:....the hell is that?!

TODD: It’s something that spells trouble that’s what!

On the outside, CIX has had enough and she jumps into the fray against the Insignificants too, helping The Director fight them off!

Samael slips the metal gauntlet on and reaches deep down into the crotch of his singlet, pulling out a match. He ignites the match and sets the gauntlet on fire!!!!

TODD: Oh my God!!

XXXVI, seeing this, rushes the ring to put a stop to Samael, but Barney Green cuts him off, spearing him! XXXVI rolls out of the ring, clutching his stomach! But then, Green spots Samael too late, and Samael nails Green with the FLAMING THUMPER HEART PUNCH! Green’s gear actually catches fire and he rolls out of the ring too, followed by Bob who tries to help Green extingsuish the flames.

Dyson tosses the gauntlet out of the ring before the ref can spot it and its scooped up by his cultists. The Director, having freed himself with the help of CIX, gets back in the ring, where he quickly receives a boot to the face from Samael. The Director’s mask catches most of the impact but he still goes down. Samael leaps on The Director, shoving his finger down his throat and vomiting all over the Director’s mask! THE BOUQUET OF ROSES!

TODD: Oh that is vile!

BAMA: The Director can’t see through all that puke!

Samael then tags in Clutch as the Director, undeniably disgusted, gets to his feet. But he can’t see a thing as he tries to wipe away the vomit! This leaves him easy prey for Clutch, who attacks him with a knee lift, followed by dropping him with THE CHECKERED FLAG spinning sit out powerbomb! Clutch pins The Director!

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3!!!! The Director stays down!

TODD: I can’t believe it, this oddball pairing of Clutch Cassidy and Samael Dyson just won the Anarchy Tag Team Championships!

Here are your winners…and NEW Anarchy Tag Team Champions: Clutch Cassidy and Samael Dyson!!

BAMA: I don’t know what to make of this team but they were certainly effective here tonight, Todd!

TODD: Don’t move a muscle folks, the finale of this years War Games event is right around the corner!

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The opening riff of “The Gentle Art of Making Enemies” detonates through the arena like a grenade. Golden-white strobes hammer the crowd into a frenzy. The WarGames cage hangs heavy above the battlefield, waiting to devour the souls who dare to enter.

Kieran King appears first.

The Universal Championship glows on his shoulder like a religious artifact. He doesn’t bother pretending this is about teamwork. Not anymore. He knows the rules — whoever scores the final elimination walks out with the Universal Title. Even if it’s not him.

And the thought that someone else might walk out with his belt makes him snarl.

Beside him, Kristoffer “Vamp” Arroyo emerges like a shadow given shape. The brand-new Anarchy Championship clings to his hips, but his eyes are fixed on Kieran’s title. He is starving for ‘Big Gold’.

They walk down the ramp together but not side-by-side. Kieran strides in front, Arroyo glides behind, and the space between them crackles with tension.

JR: The champions walk to the battlefield together, but they ain’t partners. They’re two predators locked in the same cage.

JC: And both of them know the rules. Only the final elimination decides the Universal Championship. If Arroyo makes that pin, he leaves with both belts.

JR: And Kieran is terrified of that possibility. I promise you, he would kill his own mother in this match if it meant keeping that belt!

The champions enter one ring. Kieran holds his title high. Arroyo eyes it with envy before unclasping the championship belt from around his own wait. Both men hand the belts over to the referee team, albeit with great chagrin.

Then the music cuts.

And is immediately replaced.





Purple and neon pink explode through the arena.

The House of Hardcore marches out.

Scoops McGee leads the procession, tape on his fists and blood on his shirt. Behind him, Dickie Watson saunters out with the Television Championship slung over his shoulder. Game Girl rounds them out, a cheery smile plastered to her lips and a glitchy fury buried in her eyes.

They hit the ramp like they’re storming a fortress!

JC: The survivors from House of Hardcore! Scoops McGee! Dickie Watson! Game Girl! They fought through hell to get here tonight!

JR: This is a team that bleeds together, hits together, and dies together. They ain’t scared of Kieran King, and they REALLY ain’t scared of that vampire!

JC: Whereas The House of King is fighting every man for themselves, The House of Hardcore is truly fighting for each other out there!

Scoops points to the cage and screams ‘Death to the King!’.

Dickie cracks his knuckles.

Game Girl performs a rapid-fire combo on an invisible controller, then slingshots herself into the cage, climbing it halfway like an animal before dropping down.

The three of them spread out, each taking a point in the second ring, carefully watching the duo of champions across the cage.

The lights go black.

Everything goes silent.

Then—

A single spotlight pierces the darkness.



And the audience erupts for The Empire!

Sebastian Everett-Bryce appears with his arms spread wide, face lit by the X-tron behind him: highlights of suplexes, title wins, kneestrikes, and broken bodies plays on the screen. He stands alone. No team. No allies. Just two tag-team championships, each slung over one of The Emperor’s shoulders..

He stares down the ramp like he’s staring at the gallows.

And then he smiles.

JC: And here he is! A one-man army! The House of Wayward Wanderers….the only Wanderer left standing, Sebastian Everett-Bryce!

JR: This man just walked himself into a cage with five psychopaths. That’s either the bravest thing I’ve ever seen, or the stupidest. He’s all alone in there!

Seb steps into the cage. He closes the door behind him himself.

Now all six competitors stand in the double ring:

Kieran King

Kristoffer Arroyo

Sebastian Everett-Bryce

Scoops McGee

Dickie Watson

Game Girl

The cage door slams shut, locking into place.

Then, the bell tolls twice.

DING!
DING!

The House of King Kieran King © Kristoffer Arroyo - vs - The House of Hardcore Scoops McGee Dickie Watson Game Girl - vs - The House of Wayward Wanderers Sebastian Everett-Bryce

There is no pacing, no feeling-out process. Only complete and total WAR!

Scoops McGee charges straight at Kieran with a determined look in his eye. But Kieran sidesteps and yanks Scoops face-first into the middle rope, snapping his throat!

Game Girl leapfrogs off the bottom rope and missile-dropkicks Arroyo in the chest, which only makes the vampire smile. Arroyo immediately sets upon Game Girl, literally and metaphorically sinking his teeth into her skin!

Seb and Dickie lock up immediately, not as enemies but as two warriors testing distance. They don’t trust each other. They don’t distrust each other. They’re simply trying to survive the battle!

Arroyo bites down on Game Girl’s arm, causing cartoonish levels of blood to squirt out from the limb. Game Girl freaks out and elbows Arroyo in the face before darting away from the actual, literal vampire. But Arroyo follows her across the ring, sprinting faster than her before snapping a spinning kick right into Game Girl’s ribs! The force of the kick spins GG around and slams her into the turnbuckle.

Scoops charges at Kieran once more, grabbing a hold of the wily King before slamming him into the cage wall, hard enough to rattle the entire structure!

JC: It’s chaos inside the cage!

JR: This is what happens when you lock six egomaniacs in a cage and tell ‘em the Universal Title goes to the last man standing! They’re trying to END each other!

Kieran boots Scoops off him and immediately swings at Dickie, dropping the TV champion to the mat!

Arroyo slinks behind Seb and sinks in a rear waistlock, going for a German suplex. Seb fights out, reverses, grabs Arroyo for a belly-to-back — but the Vampire’s reflexes are too quick! Arroyo stomps on Seb’s toes before elbowing him in the robes! SEB has no choice but to break the hold!

Arroyo tries to follow up on his newfound advantage, but Game Girl comes out of nowhere to throw herself at Arroyo’s knees, clipping him and dropping him to the mat!.

Then, SEB curbstomps the back of the vampire’s head!

Game Girl stands tall, wobbly but defiant. As SEB starts putting Arroyo through some ground-and-pound, Game Girl looks around the cage for her teammates: only to notice that Kieran is handling them both! She rushes at the King, swinging her hands above her head for the double ax-handle!

But Kieran sees her coming, and catches her wrists just in time! Kieran sneers at her before dragging her in closer.

JR: Kieran is proving why he’s the Universal Champion right here! The entire House of Hardcore is gunnin’ for his head, but he doesn’t back down! He takes the fight to them!

JC: He’s gotta be careful here! Fighting 3 people at once doesn’t usually turn out too well!

Then Game Girl POPS Kieran in the mouth with a rising knee that splits his lip open instantly!

The crowd explodes!

Game Girl feels the energy radiating off the audience, and it energizes her next combo! Up, down, left, right, up, down, up! A flurry of kicks and punches hit Kieran at dazzling speed, and the King is knocked over the top rope and into the gap between the rings!

Game Girl sees the crowd go ballistic for her, and a big smile spreads across her lips.

But what Game Girl doesn’t see…

…is that Arroyo has gotten out of SEB’s grasp…

And Arroyo is now slithering behind GG like a serpent!

He quickly wraps her from behind.

Not in a suplex.

Not in a hold.

In a hug.

A slow, constricting, sickeningly intimate embrace.

Arroyo whispers in her ear:

“You tasted delicious tonight.”

Then he bites her neck!

Not like a gimmick, but like a starving beast.

GG’s scream is primal, high-pitched and terrified. A cartoonish amount of blood squirts out of her neck as her skin begins glitching, turning blue as the fiend drains her blood.

JC: OH MY GOD! HE’S SUCKING HER DRY!

JR: Ok….I know there aren’t any rules in this match, but….there should probably be some rules! Jesus flippin’ Christ!

Scoops goes ballistic and charges in to save her!

But Kieran meets him with a kneestrike so stiff Scoops drops flat!

Dickie sees the struggle and tries to intervene, but Seb holds him back — not out of malice, but simply out of opportunity! SEB spins dickie around before planting a stiff boot right to his gut, followed by a spinning neckbreaker!

At the same time, Arroyo spins Game Girl around!

He kisses her forehead delicately.

Then hits ROMEO’S LAMENT so violently her body whiplashes off his knee and bounces off the canvas like dead weight.

He flips her body over, his mouth soaked with blood as makes the cover.




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GAME GIRL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

JC: That was… that was horrifying. That wasn’t wrestling. That wasn’t wrestling at all!

JR: He just sacrificed that girl to send a message. That was a WARNING SHOT to everyone else in that ring!

Her body is dragged out the door by the referees.

She doesn’t move once.

Arroyo blows Kieran a bloody kiss, but Kieran pretends not to notice. Instead, Kieran goes right into laying a few big boots upon Scoops McGee!

On the other side of the ring, Sebastian is giving Dickie Watson everything he has! Seb hits Dickie with a palm strike. Dickie answers with a forearm. Then, Sebastian sends both of them flying over the top rope and into the gap with a lariat!

Back inside the ring, Scoops is fighting the House of King 2-on-1. He tries to get some space from the onslaught, but as soon as he escapes from Kieran’s grasp, Arroyo lunges right at him! Arroyo tackles Scoops low while Kieran chops him high!

JR: Scoops McGee looks like he’s in trouble here!

JC: Well with Game Girl eliminated and Dickie Watson distracted, Scoops is having to do it all on his own right now!

JR: But King and Vamp aren’t making it easy!

Arroyo and King lift Scoops up for a double suplex, parading his body around the ring as he tries to wriggle free- but he can’t get away! They have him held tight!

Then, the House of King SLAMS Scoops into the mat!

JC: Scoops is going to feel that in the morning!

JR: Scoops is gonna be feeling the pain from that for years! That’s the kind of slam you just never recover from, especially at his age!

King and Arroyo rise to their feet with shared grins. They’re about to go in for seconds on Scoops when, suddenly-

Sebastian climbs back through the ropes!

The Emperor is on fire as he charges forward with a clothesline that nearly decapitates Kieran King!

And then another clothesline for Arroyo!

Then, Dickie Watson climbs back into the ring to join the fray once more…

Only to be clotheslined by back over the top rope by SEB!

Scoops rises, slowly, clutching his back after the nasty double suplex, until……

CLOTHESLINE FROM SEB!

The crowd chants:

“SEB! SEB! SEB! SEB!”

He’s bleeding from the forehead — trickling crimson down his jaw — but he stands tall in the center of the cage, chest rising, an Emperor in full glory.

Kieran spits blood and snarls.

Arroyo wipes blood from his lip and smiles.

They rush him together!

Seb tries to fight the two champions at once , and for a moment, he does! He chops Arroyo into the cage. He elbows Kieran in the temple!

But two-on-one eventually breaks anyone.

Arroyo grabs him from behind.

Kieran grabs him from the front.

They lift him together.

And hit a double brainbuster out of nowhere!

Seb’s body snaps off the mat with a bounce that makes the whole arena gasp. Seb writhes, clawing at the mat, his consciousness flickering.

Kieran kneels beside him, grabs his hair, and taunts him while he’s at his lowest. Seb just spits blood into Kieran’s face in response.

Kieran smiles.

And hits F UR HEAD — another brainbuster — right in the middle of the ring!

Seb stops moving as Kieran makes the cover!




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SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

The crowd reacts like a beloved warrior has fallen.

JC: No… no, that can’t be it… not like that…

JR: That’s the cost of entering a cage alone. Seb fought like a god, but two champions hell-bent on keeping their thrones? That’s too much even for him.

Seb doesn’t rise.

Officials drag him out under the ropes.

The cage is down to four men.

JC: This has just become a two-on-two on matchup!

JR: Hardcore vs. Royalty! A tale of two houses, and of two worlds colliding!

Dickie and Scoops rise as Kieran and Arroyo eye SEB’s exit with glee. The four men stand tall, each in their own corner of the ring, a momentary lull in combat. A quiet, restful second…abruptly shattered by the drums of war once more!

Dickie charges in and hits Kieran with a spinebuster.

Scoops catches Arroyo and choke-slams him straight to the canvas!

Then, as he’s trying to recover, Dickie kicks Arroyo in the ribs!

And once Kieran rises once more, Scoops hits him with a running knee!

The House of Hardcore are fighting like brothers, like wounded wolves, like men with nothing to lose.

Kieran is on his knees, coughing blood.

Arroyo is bleeding down his chest.

Scoops pulls Dickie close before screaming excitedly in his face.

“WE GOTTA FINISH KING NOW!”

Dickie nods.

JC: The House of Hardcore is going for the champion! They sense an opportunity!

They grab Kieran.

Lift him.

And then—

Arroyo blindsides Scoops with a flying knee that almost dislocates his jaw!

Dickie turns—

And Kieran low blows him!

Dickie falls.

Scoops tries to stand—

Arroyo hits a running lariat so hard Scoops flips backward.

And then—

They swarm Scoops.

Violently.

Sadistically!

Arroyo claws his back.

Kieran stomps his throat.

Arroyo elbows his spine.

Kieran drives his knee into Scoops’ nose until it breaks sideways.

Blood spews everywhere!

Dickie struggles to rise, his hand reaching out across the ring in his captain’s direction.

“NO! SCOOPS!”

Scoops looks up through blood, barely conscious, and whispers:

“WIN IT… DICKIE…”

That’s the last thing Scoops says before the House of King hauls him up—

—and hits a double powerbomb THROUGH the ring! The canvass shreds into nothing as Scoops is violently slammed through it, landing on the field below!

Arroyo jumps down into the heap, before lifting Scoops’ body from the ashes and throwing it up onto the wreckage of the mat, lifeless!

Dickie tries to intervene, but Kieran King hits him with a big boot when he tries to join the fray! Dickie hits the deck, and then Kieran King throws him over the top rope and out of the ring so Arroyo can make the pin!




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SCOOPS MCGEE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

JC: Oh God! They just put Scoops through the ring and back! That’s inhuman strength on full display!

JR: He fought hard, and he fought valiantly! But now, his fight is over…and the hopes of The House of Hardcore rest solely with Dickie!

Dickie crawls into the far ring before collapsing on the canvas, gut-punched emotionally.

He is now alone against the House of King.

The cage grows quiet.

Not silent — the crowd roars in waves — but quieter in the way a battlefield hushes after one side has been slaughtered.

Game Girl is gone.
Scoops is gone.
Even SEB is gone!

Only three remain:

Dickie Watson, soaked in blood, bruised, trying to find a way to stand in the second ring.

Kristoffer “Vamp” Arroyo, eyes bright with thrill, blood smeared at the corners of his mouth.

And Kieran King, the Universal Champion.

JC: Dickie Watson has to survive TWO champions! TWO! There is no one left to help him!

JR: Nobody’s coming, nobody’s saving him, and nobody’s tagging in. This is hell. This is hell on steel legs!

Dickie rises to his knees as Kieran and Kristoffer leave the wreckage of the first ring behind.

Dickie’s ribs are purple.
His knuckles torn.

His breathing ragged.

His mouth full of copper.

Kieran and Kristoffer can see his desperation, and they mock it with laughter as they step between the ropes and enter the last ring.

JC: House of Hardcore came into the finals with three members, but now, after the first ring was completely torn to shreds: the only finals team left intact is the House of King! At this point…this match is all but decided, truthfully. The only question is…how much damage are they going to put poor Dickie through before they finally end it?!

JR: And that’s a #TACTFACT!

Arroyo circles Dickie like a shark smelling blood. Kieran approaches slowly, confidently, every step a reminder of his superior status.

Dickie staggers to his feet, wipes blood from his eyes, and lifts his fists.

The crowd erupts with chants for their favorite champion!

“LET’S GO DICKIE!”

“LET’S GO DICKIE!”

“LET’S GO DICKIE!”

JC: This crowd is rallying behind the underdog! And it looks like it’s giving him life!

Kieran smirks, but Arroyo lunges first! Arroyo launches a spinning back kick and Dickie eats it! But Dickie doesn’t fall.

So Arroyo hits a second one, harder.

Dickie stumbles, but stays upright!

Kieran looks mildly impressed.

Arroyo steps in again, licking blood from his teeth.

He goes for the throat — literally — wrapping a hand around Dickie’s neck.

But Dickie headbutts him!

Hard!

Arroyo reels back, dazed and confused from the blow.

Dickie stalks forward, his adrenaline overriding his agony.

Back elbow! Right hook! Chop! Chop! Chop!

Dickie fires a flurry into Arroyo’s chest and jaw that echoes in the cage like gunshots.

The crowd is losing its mind.

Arroyo stumbles backward…

And runs straight into Kieran!

Kieran catches him like an annoyed parent, spinning him back around whilst scolding him.

They turn back to Dickie.

Dickie spits out blood and beckons them forward.

Arroyo darts in with a knee!

Dickie barely dodges.

Kieran follows with a lariat.

Dickie ducks under.

Arroyo swings a discus elbow.

Dickie blocks—

—but the follow-up kick to the ribs buckles him.

Kieran hits a running knee to the spine!

Dickie collapses.

Arroyo covers Dickie for the pin!




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3-NO! Kieran yanks Arroyo off by the hair!

Arroyo and King begin bickering, arguing over who should get the last pinfall!

JC: Oh boy… oh boy… you feel that? The temperature just dropped! There is REAL heat in the House of King!

JR: Kieran can’t risk Arroyo scoring the last fall! If Arroyo gets the pin, he walks away with the grandest prize of them all- KIERAN’S CHAMPIONSHIP! THAT is what scares Kieran more than losing the match — losing the Universal title!

Dickie uses the distraction to crawl into the ropes.

Kieran doesn’t notice.

Arroyo does.

But he lets him do it- his focus is on the King! Kieran and Arroyo stand inches apart.

Kieran shoves him.

Arroyo laughs.

So Kieran shoves harder.

That’s when Arroyo stops laughing.

Kieran swings—

But Arroyo catches the fist!

The crowd explodes.

JC: It appears that the House of King is completely falling apart in the ring! And Dickie Watson is the sole benefactor!

JR: Arroyo is getting too big for his britches! He had a great War Games, but there’s no way in HELL that Kieran King is going to let him get the last pinfall of the night!

Arroyo’s eyes glow with a predator’s joy.

He mouths:

“Finally.”

And hits Kieran King with Romeo’s Lament!

The entire arena detonates in sound.

Kieran crumples to the mat, lifelessly.

Arroyo drops to all fours above him, breathing heavily, hair hanging down.

Then he looks over his shoulder at Dickie.

He rolls Kieran’s limp body toward Dickie.

Like an offering.

Like a betrayal.

JC: Arroyo just turned Benedict Arnold! He took Kiearn out, and now, he’s serving him up to Dickie on a silver platter!

JR: Well Dickie had better be careful here- because as soon as he pins the King, that damned Vampire is going to turn on him next!


Dickie stares at Kieran, half-conscious, sprawled before him.

He looks at Arroyo, kneeling in the center of the ring, chest heaving, tongue stained red.

Dickie crawls towards Kieran, one inch at a time- until he’s finally able to lay a single hand upon the King’s chest. The referees count the fall!


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KICKOUT!!!!!


JC: I can’t believe it! He’s the first person to ever kick out of Romeo’s Lament!

JR: The King won’t stay down!

Kieran kicks out with such fury, it sends Dickie flying off him! Arroyo’s face turns pale, as if he had just seen a ghost! Kieran turns around to get on his hands and knees, but Arroyo quickly gathers his senses.

Arroyo charges in for a punt kick on the King-

But Kieran grabs Arroyo in a flash-

He hauls him up.

Kieran hooks him, spins him-

F UR HEAD!

Arroyo’s body snaps violently!

Kieran covers.


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KRISTOFFER “VAMP” ARROYO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.

The crowd is divided between shock, catharsis, and horror.

JC: THE HOUSE OF KING HAS IMPLODED! Kieran just EXECUTED the Anarchy Champion!

JR: And look at him… LOOK AT HIM! He’s not proud. He’s not gloating. He’s FURIOUS. Furious that Arroyo dared challenge him!

Kieran rises, trembling with rage.

He turns toward the only other man left.

The cage is now a battlefield with only two survivors.

Kieran King.

And Dickie Watson.

Universal Champion.

And Television Champion.

Kieran steps toward Dickie.

Dickie pushes himself upright using the ropes. Every breath agony. Every step a rebellion.

Kieran wipes the blood from his chin with the back of his hand. Dickie wipes blood from his eye.

Kieran charges.

Dickie ducks the running knee.

Kieran spins—

Dickie SUPERKICKS him.

Kieran drops to one knee.

Dickie hits a second superkick.

Kieran collapses.

The crowd is deafening.

Dickie drags him up.

Kieran breaks free and hits a brutal European uppercut.

Dickie falls.

Kieran mounts him, raining punches, each one stiffer than the last.

Elbow. Elbow. Fist. Fist. Headbutt. Elbow.

Dickie’s blood spatters the mat, the ropes, the cage wall.

Kieran stands over him, taunting him.

He lifts Dickie for the brainbuster—

But Dickie hooks the leg and blocks it!

Kieran tries again.

Dickie blocks it again.

Kieran snarls, lifts—

Dickie hooks again.

The crowd begins chanting:

“WAT-SON!

WAT-SON!

WAT-SON!”

Kieran roars and tries to force the lift—

Dickie bursts out of the hold.

Kieran swings—

Dickie ducks—

Dickie grabs the back of Kieran’s head

AND SMASHES HIS FACE INTO THE CAGE WALL!

The whole arena gasps.

Kieran bounces off the steel, dazed.

Dickie hits a running forearm.

Then another.

Then a knee strike that knocks Kieran backward onto the ropes.

Dickie screams from pure adrenaline and pain.

He grabs Kieran around the waist—

GERMAN SUPLEX!

He keeps hold.

SECOND GERMAN!

The crowd explodes.

Dickie roars.

THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX!

Both men lie flat, exhausted and battered beyond belief.

JC: Both of these men have given it all! But right now, it looks Dickie is giving just a little bit more!

JR: This battle on Bosworth field has been legendary, and both these finalists have risen to the occasion! But after that brutal barrage from the TV champ, I’m not sure if the King will be able to rise again!

Kieran tries to stand.

Dickie stands first.

He grabs Kieran from behind—

Kieran mule kicks him.

Dickie collapses.

Kieran wipes blood from his eyes, snarling like a wounded animal.

He pulls Dickie up by the hair.

“This is MY—”

Dickie headbutts him.

Kieran staggers.

Dickie headbutts him again.

Kieran wobbles.

Dickie headbutts him a third time —

Cracking both their skulls open.

They fall into the ropes.

Dickie moves first.

He hooks Kieran—

Kieran swings—

Dickie ducks—

Kieran misses—

DICKIE LIFTS HIM—

The crowd LEAPS to its feet.

ROLLOVER—

Kieran fights—

Dickie squeezes tighter—

DICKIE HITS A MODIFIED LIFTING REVERSE STO IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

JC: DICKIE’S REVENGE! DICKIE’S REVENGE, BY GOD, WE’VE JUST SEEN DICKIE’S REVENGE ON KIERAN KING!



Kieran’s head bounces off the canvas.

He twitches.

Dickie flops on top of him for the cover.


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SOLE SURVIVOR AND NEEEEEEW XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION: DICKIE WATSON

The arena becomes thunder.

Children are crying!

Women are screaming!

People are pounding the barricades!

Everyone is losing their minds!

Dickie lies on his back, chest heaving, staring at the top of the cage as if the stars have aligned above him.

Kieran is motionless.

JC: DICKIE WATSON HAS DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE! He just dethroned Kieran King, and frankly folks- I can’t even begin to believe it!

JR: I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW. THE KINGDOM FELL, THE VAMPIRE DIED,
AND DICKIE WATSON… THAT CRAZY SON OF A GUN…HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO SURVIVED IT ALL!

Dickie rolls to his knees.

The referee hands him the Universal Championship.

He doesn’t raise it at first.

He just clutches it to his chest as the cage begins to rise, being lifted from the wreckage of the rings.

Then, when the cage walls have been lifted, Dickie finally stands.

He raises the Universal Championship high above his head, the glisten of the gold catching perfectly on the hardcam.

Bosworth Field erupts into chaos, as Tommy G’s security team can no longer hold the people back! The fans rush the battlefield, storming onto the wreckage as they swarm to their new champion, Dickie Watson. They lift him high on their shoulders, chanting his name as the King lays trampled beneath their feet, finally defeated.

THANKS TO OUR MATCH WRITERS ‘Big’ Dick Lichter Peter Principle Kristoffer Arroyo OUR SEGMENT WRITERS Peter Principle Amara Vale AND EVERYONE WHO RP’D

Banger of an ending. Great, well written War Games. Thanks guys!