Wednesday Night Insanity, the last show of its kind opens up to… carnage! Complete and total carnage! The sounds of screams and groans of pain are all over the place backstage as the cameraman does his best to stay out of the way of the destruction!

BODIES ARE LYING ALL OVER THE FLOOR!

ZACH RIZZA is laid out on his back! Other roster members are out too! JACOB JACOBS’S, BLACK DEATH, MARTEL, all to just name a few! The carnage doesn’t stop there! Crewmembers for the show also are laid out! Cameramen are scattered across the area, cameras shattered, bodies bleeding heavily! A head slowly peaks out from behind a slowly opening door, the eyes of the individual, a random crewmember going for a peek around. Looking from one side to the next, clearly afraid, his eyes suddenly go wide.

CREW: NO!!! NO!!! NOOOO!

DING!!!

SUDDENLY A METAL BASEBALL BAT CLOCKS THE CREW MEMBER SQUARE IN THE TEMPLE!!! HE CRUMBLES! The bat slowly falls down to the side of a leg, covered in a simple pair of dark blue jeans, the camera of quite possibly the only survivor from the onslaught in the back zooming up to the standing body! The bat raises up to a shoulder, being placed there, the camera zooming in on the back of the individual that’s wearing a thin zip up XWF Hoodie! The individual turns around, wearing a pair of heavily dark shades despite being inside…

JASON MUDD!!!

IT’S JASON MUDD!!!

JASON has cleaned the clock of everyone around him! NO MERCY FROM THE PISSED OF JASON MUDD! His eyes can’t be seen, but two heavily bruised scratches are marked at the edges of his eyes, scabs having formed from the heavy scratch he took at the end of LORD OF THE RING, resulting in his losing the match! Raising the metal bat up, the edge is covered in a wet material, shining dark in the light… blood! SADISTIC!!! CARNAGE!!!! WITHOUT A DOUBT…

INSANITY!!!

Grinning a sadistic, egotistical grin, one can only imagine the look in the damaged eyes of JASON MUDD! Turning and walking down the hall, a crewmember tries to get up, holding his arm… WHACK!!! BAT SHOT TO THE RIBS! The crewmember crumbles as JASON MUDD continues walking on, having swung the bat with one hand! Continuing to walk, the fans can barely be heard in their deaf defying roar! Making his way to the arena, the camera focuses to the crowd, zooming around to get their reactions! Despite being a man of hate, despite not giving a damn about the fans, they feel for JASON MUDD! The fans feel for him, having seen LORD OF THE RING last night! His words were all true, despite the loss! The fans are going nuts, chanting, screaming when suddenly…

THE LIGHTS GO OUT!

"Work it... make it... do it, makes us harder... Better... Faster... Stronger..."

“Stronger” by Kanye West begins to play across the arena, orange and dark blue lights starting to flash out wildly toward the crowd, at the ring, upon the entrance ramp! The fans are going nuts! A few seconds later, the pissed off JASON MUDD makes his way out on the ramp, already mouthing off, face fierce with anger in expression, anger to spare! HATE TO SPARE! Stopping at the top of the ramp for a few seconds, JASON rotates his arm holding the bat, swinging it before making his way down to the ring, mouthing off to the crowd, yelling and cussing at them, but they don’t care! They keep cheering! “MUDD” chants going crazy in the arena!

Making his way to the ring, climbing up the steps and getting in, he doesn’t go for a turnbuckle as usual. Instead, JASON MUDD asks for a mic, the individual at the side of the ring, afraid for her life, hands him one; surprisingly, JASON MUDD doesn’t strike out with the bat! Holding it still in hand, the other hand holding onto the mic, a camera can finally focus in enough to find the successfully defended Cruiserweight Championship around the waist of JASON MUDD! Even having lost, JASON MUDD is still the champ! LORD OF THE RING wasn’t a total failure in the eyes of the crowd, they still finding love and compassion for JASON MUDD through it all!

JASON MUDD: Right, right. The music, it’s great, but I have something to say. Cut the music! I said cut the S***!

The fans cheer as the music instantly dies, JASON already forcing his control of the situation through the crew in the back! Or maybe they don’t want their heads caved in! The lights return to normal, JASON pacing the ring with the bat in hand, mic still to his lips.

JASON MUDD: JASON MUDD last night, he promised a lot of things. He promised entertainment. He gave that. He promised ass kickings, and that was given too. JASON MUDD promised that THE JAC would get what he had coming for trying to take a hit job on JASON MUDD… I kicked from one corner of the ring, to the next. I didn't let the people around the world down on that either!

ANGER is in every word of JASON’S throat, the crowd doing their best to keep quite, letting JASON have his time on the mic!

JASON MUDD: Then Lord of the Ring came. JASON MUDD did what he said he was going to do, and that’s dominate the damn thing! From the beginning JASON MUDD had total control! No one could touch me! I’d go down? I was back up! I GO DOWN!? BACK UP! I was a force to be reckoned with, a machine. Even despite AIDAN COLLINS best attempt to screw things into a situation where he’d have control, JASON MUDD took control! I ordered all those bitches, and what happened? They followed my command! I wonder how many stitches the freezer burnt bitch is going to need to sew his back up together!

The fans give a small pop to JASON, he looking around at them from behind shades.

JASON MUDD: Things were good until the very end. From sixteen, to four. From four to three. Three to two! JASON MUDD and as promised… SOUL BEARER…

JASON stops there, twitching a bit at the mentioning of that name. The fans actually give a bit of a boo to SOUL BEARER’S name, from the way he won LORD OF THE RING!

JASON MUDD: Yeah, my thought exactly, bitches. Down to JASON MUDD and SOUL BEARER. Despite his little flesh wound in the leg, JASON MUDD and SOUL BEARER. I was dominating even then, after all that time. Going fresh, despite having taken care of JACOBS earlier in the evening. What happens though? Out of no where, just as I’m about to finish the bastard off, I feel something across my eyes. I feel a burning, an instant blur. I feel blood, I feel myself slowly going blind! Not from rage, though. I feel myself going blind as SOUL BEARER on the last ditch effort the bastard had, could possibly do, tried to blind me! He knew he had it lost. SOUL BEARER knew he couldn’t beat the greatness of JASON MUDD. SOUL BEARER KNEW IT! So what does he do? He tries to blind the greatness of JASON MUDD by ripping these blue hues from the sockets they set!

JASON MUDD rips the shades off his eyes, instantly flinching from the lights. Squinting his eyes, the camera zooms in enough to see JASON’S eyes… THEY LOOK HORRID! The fans start booing again, mostly at SOUL BEARER, for nearly completely blinding JASON MUDD! His eyes are discolored around the edges, red mixing in to nearly take all the blue out! JASON MUDD squints for a few more seconds before putting the shades back on, wincing once more and staying silent for a few seconds.

JASON MUDD: Okay… that stung a bit. God damn bright lights.

JASON begins pacing again, idly letting the bat swing at his side, bringing the mic back to his lips once again.

JASON MUDD: It’s obvious to say, the greatness of JASON MUDD is pissed. Not so much at the fact of losing, at the fact of not headlining X-MAS X-TREME and kicking the living hell out of BRAD PIERCE’S ass and taking what’s rightfully his, the Universal Championship! JASON MUDD’S pissed at the bull he was fed from the mouth of SOUL BEARER! Regret in his face? He didn’t feel regret when he did this to me, tried to blind me! He fed me words of friendship to get into the mind of JASON MUDD, when I was at my point of recovering… but know what? Actually, know what’s going to happen? On my little batting practice in the back, I didn’t run across SOUL BEARER. So I know the bastard’s in the back, probably trembling in terror at the knowledge I more than likely took out half of those in the back with a single swing of this glorious little bat in hand. So with that knowledge in hand, we’re going to have a little special edition of the MUDD PIT! RIGHT HERE!!! RIGHT NOW!!! XWF MANAGEMENT doesn’t like it? ERIC ANDERSON doesn’t want it on the air? He can try to come out and stop me! SOUL BEARER!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! You’re the next victim on… THE MUDD PIT!

The fans go nuts again, JASON MUDD having just called SOUL BEARER out to the ring! JASON MUDD continues to pace the ring ever so constantly, looking at the ramp way, waiting for the music to hit. A few seconds later, it does! “Haunted” by Evanescence begins to play, though not no entrance flare goes along with it. A few seconds later, in normal clothing, SOUL BEARER walks out onto the ramp, having a heavy limp to his damaged leg from last night! His face is careful as he looks down at JASON MUDD, slowly walking down the ramp with a limp, each step seeming to bring SOUL BEARER pain! Looking impatient, JASON MUDD waits for SOUL BEARER to eventually get into the ring, SOUL going for a mic, which is quickly handed to him by the lady outside, she retreating from the tension and electricity in the air! The crowd is booing at SOUL BEARER for what he did last week, he looking out at them with the same semi-remorseful gaze on his face. The music dies down, JASON turning his attention entirely to SOUL BEARER, whom eventually looks to JASON, focusing on the shades. SOUL brings the mic to his lips.

SOUL BEARER: Look, JASON…

JASON MUDD: Did I give you permission to speak? No? Good, then you know now to shut the hell up until you’re spoken to.

The fans stay silent, SOUL BEARER clenching his jaw, trying his best not to mouth back! JASON looks away for a few seconds before looking back into SOUL BEARER’S eyes, raising the metal bat and pointing it directly at SOUL’S jaw!

JASON MUDD: First off, let JASON MUDD be the first, and more than likely only to welcome you to the MUDD Pit. Sure, it doesn’t look as glamorous as it typically does; however, that doesn’t matter. Wherever JASON MUDD is, things look simply amazing! Even with my eyes royally screwed up, as they are, JASON MUDD is the hottest thing, literally and figuratively speaking, to ever exist in the XWF! So, SOUL, welcome.

SOUL BEARER: Than.. *TAP!*

SOUL BEARER blinks wildly! JASON MUDD just hit SOUL BEARER with the bat!!! SOUL BEARER took a semi-hard swat to the jaw with the bat, not enough to knock him down, but enough to get the point! JASON MUDD didn’t want SOUL BEARER to talk! SOUL BEARER checks to see if JASON dew blood!

JASON MUDD: Didn’t I say shut the hell up? I didn’t give you permission to speak yet!

SOUL BEARER looks ready to strike out at JASON as he pulled the bat away, but holds his stance and tongue! The fans are slowly talking among themselves, a quick gaze from JASON shutting them up as well!

JASON MUDD: This is going to be a quick edition, though very special. See I’m only asking you one question, and after I ask if you’re allowed to talk, say whatever the hell you want or whatever. Got that, SOUL BEARER? See the question I want to know is why? Simply that. What was going on in your mind, in the end, for you to do what you did? You were speaking of respect, friendship; hell, even had JASON MUDD believing that crap! Why in the end, result to trying to end the career of the single most talented wrestler to ever exist in this business?

SOUL BEARER looks at JASON, looking around at the crowd, before back to JASON. He looks uncomfortable with the question, JASON moving, still pacing! The crowd stays silent, giving SOUL BEARER room to think and answer.

SOUL BEARER: It… JASON… it was LORD OF THE RING. We discussed this for over a week against one another. You do what you have to. I did what I had to in order to win. Shouldn’t I have expected anything less from you? I mean… wouldn’t you have done the same?

The answer gets… A ROAR OF BOOS! The crowd boos SOUL BEARER for the response he gave, while JASON… grins? JASON IS GRINNING AT WHAT SOUL BEARER SAID!!! JASON MUDD looks to be on the edge of laughter with it!

JASON MUDD: That’s it, huh? Just doing what it takes? It literally took you trying to have to kill off the career of JASON MUDD, just so you could knock me out of the ring long enough to get the victory? You had to tempt my life in this business just so you could try to win? Damn… one hell of a compliment! Though, I’m not here for compliments, and the excuse sucks! You suck!

SOUL BEARER grits his teeth again, JASON MUDD getting up in his face!

JASON MUDD: But not suck nearly as much as how badly I want to rip you to pieces… see… I know how bad your legs hurting. Try to add that pain, times three, and include it into one of the most sensitive areas of the body, your eyes. You begin to just barely feel the agony I’ve had to go through, the doctors I’ve had to see… the possibilities told to me by them that I might never get my perfect vision back. Then you know my pain. That doesn’t suck nearly as much as the pain that I could inflict on you right now… but I’m not going to. That’d make things too easy.

JASON MUDD backs up from SOUL BEARER, placing the bat back on his shoulder, the expression on his face full of anger and hatred still!

JASON MUDD: See, you go ahead and go onto X-MAS X-TREME, go face BRAD and do your best to screw him over and win the Universal championship! I hope you do SOUL… I hope you win, because when you do, just as you said to me falls onto your lap now. JASON MUDD will be waiting there. When The X-MAS X-TREME tournament is over with, and JASON MUDD is not only Cruiserweight but World champion? He’ll be waiting there for you, SOUL BEARER. If you somehow manage to win the Universal title… I’ll be hunting you down to finish this unsolved business between the two of us. Sunday night, you became the LORD OF THE RING… you became what rightfully should have been mine, SOUL BEARER. You stole it from me, as I should have known you would of. You blinded me mentally, then tried physically so that the only threat in the ring would be taken out for good! You failed though, and sooner or later, you’ll fail completely when your career is crushed and dreams shattered! Sunday, you were LORD OF THE RING… Tonight, JASON MUDD declares himself as a new LORD! A LORD above the pathetic victory you earned yourself. Tonight, on the last Insanity, the birth to the LORD OF HATE is born. The birth to what JASON MUDD will become begins tonight…

JASON gives that egotistical grin, looking straight at SOUL BEARER, raising the bat to mark him as a target with it! SOUL BEARER in the silence forced upon him simply stands there, eyeing the bat before looking to JASON again!

JASON MUDD: I’ll get you, SOUL BEARER… try to get me first, try to run, or prepare. It doesn’t matter in the end. JASON MUDD failed to deliver at LORD OF THE RING, but this time the promise is placed on the life of JASON MUDD, itself! Sooner or later, my hands will be around your neck, and it will be snapped like a twig. Let tonight in my match against MOONWOLFE serve as an example of what is to come of you, SOUL BEARER, after all... the poor soul is stuck with me and my little bat here in an X-Treme Rules match! After all, that's what X-Mas X-Treme is about! Pulling out all the stops and using every dirty trick in the book! Let every match that comes from now until we step in the ring with one another… let it be known. Each and every of those that I destroy, it will be on your hands, just as the blood you took from me is. Each victim I slaughter will be your fault, SOUL BEARER. Every time I gain a victory, it will be in momentum of our eventual meeting in this ring… next time we do, I won’t hold back. I’ll crush your skull like the rotten melon it is with this bat and leave you for dead. At LORD OF THE RING, I told you to LIVE IT! LIVE THE LIFE OF JASON MUDD! Instead, you tried your best to destroy it, and from that death something new rises for the ashes or your destruction to be scattered to the wind. SOUL BEARER?

JASON pauses, getting into SOUL BEARER’S face again. The crowd is deathly silent to the words spoken, the war verbally declared just now on SOUL BEARER. He looks uncomfortable s till, but keeps his eyes locked onto JASON MUDD, whom has tilted the shades enough so, SOUL BEARER can see the exact amount of damage done to those eyes! SOUL BEARER seems to want to look away in remorse, but keeps staring.

JASON MUDD: Welcome to hell…

With those last few words, “Stronger” begins to play across the arena again, the crowd staying silent. Staring SOUL BEARER down for a few more seconds, JASON MUDD eventually moves past them, breathing down his neck as he crept away, out of the ring. What has SOUL BEARER gotten himself into!? The new number one contender for the Universal championship is in hot water! JASON MUDD has sworn war, sworn revenge! Most of all, JASON MUDD has sworn there will be hell to pay! SOUL BEARER needs to watch the target on his back now… watch it as if his CAREER DEPENDS ON IT!




KILLJOY
vs.
BRIAN PEARLMAN
* * X-MAS X-TREME QUALIFIER * *

KILLJOY starts off the match by pointing in the other direction calling 'LOOK OVER THERE, A DISTRACTION!' BRIAN looks in the direction before realizing he was duped, and when he turns around KILLJOY is standing there whistling with his hands behind his back. BRIAN shrugs and walks backwards to the ropes, eyeing KILLJOY suspiciously. KILLJOY smiles and waves, and BRIAN cautiously waves back. BRIAN picks up a chair located near a turnbuckle and walks back over to KILLJOY, who is standing there still smiling. BRIAN shrugs again, and swings at KILLJOY, who easily ducks under the swing. BRIAN is swinging the chair like mad as KILLJOY deftly dodges each one. BRIAN stops for a minute, ready to go the defensive but KILLJOY simply stands there. BRIAN looks confused as he looks at the ref for confirmation. BRIAN'S eyes look at KILLJOY'S hands behind his back and he points for KILLJOY to show him. KILLJOY shakes his head no, and BRIAN pressures him on. Eventually, BRIAN lunges out his hand and KILLJOY jumps back, pulling the weapon from his back. He points the gun at BRIAN, and the fans scream! KILLJOY IS POINTING A GUN AT BRIAN! BRIAN holds his hands up in the air, asking KILLJOY not to shoot him. KILLJOY begins to have tears streaming down his eyes, telling BRIAN that he shouldn't have pushed him. KILLJOY eventually closes his eyes tight ad pulls the trigger, nailing BRIAN in the eyes with lemon juice! BRIAN claws at his eyes, which turn bloodshot immediately! KILLJOY chuckles before picking up BRIAN'S chair, nailing him square in the face! BRIAN falls back from the shock, and KILLJOY places his boot on BRIAN'S chest! 1.. 2.. KICKOUT! KILLJOY'S eyes widen and he rubs them and takes a few steps back. BRIAN slowly gets up, and waves his finger at KILLJOY as if to say 'bad boy'. KILLJOY falls to his knees, crying once again about how he was a bad boy. He pulls a whip from his pocket and tells BRIAN that he was naughty and that he needs to be spanked. BRIAN waves his hands and tells KILLJOY that he doesn't roll that way, but KILLJOY tries to force the whip into his hands. 'I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL!' screams KILLJOY, and BRIAN looks at him oddly. KILLJOY stand up, and motions for the X-Tron. All of a sudden, the song 'Everybody Dance Now' starts playing and KILLJOY starts break dancing. Even the ref scratches his head at this until KILLJOY'S foot flies out from the mat, hitting BRIAN square in the jaw! BRIAN falls back in surprise, and begins to do the Macarena in response to the break dancing. The ref walks between the both of them, reminding them it is a wrestling match, not a dancing competition. KILLJOY gets up, and hits his hand on his forehead. He quickly takes a nightstick from his pocket, cracking the Macarena dancing BRIAN in the side of the head. BRIAN hits the mat as KILLJOY covers! 1.. 2.. THREE!!!!

WINNER: KILLJOY

Dear old friend,

I commend you on your performance, BRENDAN FIELDS. It is not often that a mediocre wrestler defeats mediocre opponents, in a match the outcome of which can only be described as – you guessed it – mediocre, and finds himself promoted to the top of the card. You are now in the big time, and I make every intention of spelling that word with an I to avoid confusion with another mediocre wrestler who has found himself in that position as of late. Unfortunately for you, as your hands were thrust victoriously into the air, there was something going on behind you that you were unaware of. Now, painted where your eyes cannot wander, I see a bulls-eye upon your back.

If you look close enough, you may see me as well.

I have worn that bulls-eye many times throughout my life, personally and professionally. My paintjob could do with another coating.

I want it back.

I crave for everything that I once held and more: the spotlight; the glory; the honour. I understand those concepts more than any dictionary could hope to explain.

I am them and they are I.

And like I am not to be solely associated with my eyes seeking out DANIEL MALCOLM last week, they are not to be solely associated with one man. You now stand in a position where you share that spotlight with his non-majesty BRAD PIERCE. You two shall collide and the aftermath will leave only one spotlight still lit.

Then there is me. My name alone will detract attention from you. Light always shines on me. It never fades. It never falters. I am the brightest star in the sky. I am the highest mountain, above the clouds. I am the largest planet. I am the widest ocean. I am the king of the jungle. I am the altar at which even the gods do pray. I am the obstacle that one never wishes to be faced with.

I am coming.

Hear me now for I do not wish to repeat myself to you. When the dust is settled between BRAD and yourself, BRENDAN, I will still have a test for the both of you to sit.

Prepare for me. I shall see you in the near future.

Yours sincerely

S.

ANDY CORTINOVIS
vs.
PATIENCE PRYCE
- - Standard Match - -

PRYCE starts the match by going up to ANDY standing face to face with him...They stare for a couple seconds and PRYCE slaps ANDY in the face and ANDY smiles asks for another and PRYCE obliges and punches him in the nose... ANDY then sees blood coming from his nose and looks pissed!.. ANDY grabs PRYCE by the hair and swings her around in a circle and tosses PRYCE into the turnbuckle... ANDY proceeds and gives PRYCE a splash!! PRYCE's lifeless body falls to the ground. ANDY goes for the pin 1.. 2.. TH-- NO! PRYCE kicks out. ANDY is shocked and picks her up and PRYCE lows blows ANDY and then picks ANDY up into a surprisingly powerful body slam!! ANDY is again shocked seeing PRYCE fight back against him. PRYCE runs over and drop kicks ANDY in the face and goes for the pin 1... 2.. ANDY kicks out and tosses PRYCE to the other side of the ring. ANDY gets up before PRYCE and hits a vicious looking clothesline on her! Then.. BOOM! ANDY hits a powerbomb on PRYCE folding her up like a fan! ANDY goes for the cover again 1... 2.. TH-- NO!! PRYCE GETS HER FOOT ON THE ROPE!!! ANDY cannot believe it again! ANDY tries for another powerbomb and PRYCE reverses it into a DDT! ANDY is down and PRYCE signals to go up to the top! PRYCE heads up and waits until ANDY gets up and goes for a flying clothesline and BOOM! ANDY catches PRYCE in an inverted looking stunner and PRYCE is knocked out! ANDY goes for the cover 1.. 2... THREE!!

WINNER: ANDY CORTINOVIS

Andy is looking down at the damage he’s done to PATIENCE, when suddenly, the opening strains of “ENTER SANDMAN” begin blaring throughout the arena, as the crowd erupts!

A few explosions go off at the top of the stage, almost twice as big as the opening pyrotechnics. The arena suddenly regains all previous light..

Hello boys and girls!

It’s KORE.. he’s on the X-TRON!

The rumors over the past few weeks were true..

THE HIGH ROLLER is back!

KORE: I know you’ve all been wondering where I was. For a moment, I myself was even wondering where I was. For the past couple of years, I had lost my passion.. I’d lost my drive for this business.. a business that I used to love so much. It was only until I was on this last sabbatical that I once again regained my love for the game. The XWF is experiencing the turning of a page, if you will.. the dawn of a new era. Although I was merely watching these happenings unravel on national television, I finally came back in touch with my competitive side. I plan on helping lead this company into a new direction as the face of the franchise.. naturally. I haven’t yet entered the prime of my career and there are still so many challenges that await me.. so many different things left to do.

THE HIGH ROLLER sits up in what appears to be a beach chair, placed right outside of his California condo in Los Angeles. He retrieves a tropical drink from off camera and sips at it a bit, before tilting his sunglasses down. His eyes stare straight forward in a sadistic manner..

KORE: I’m here to announce tonight, on INSANITY, that I will be returning to the XWF this Monday night on MASSACRE.. and I will be competing in the X-MAS X-TREME tournament. Before long, THE HIGH ROLLER will once again be.. WORLD CHAMPION. I don’t care who I have to run through, even if it be the old guys like CENTURION, GIBSON or KITTEN.. and yes, KITTEN is a guy. We all have our secrets, right? ..Nevertheless, I will be back.. and how fitting is it that X-MAS X-TREME is the first ever XWF pay-per-view that yours truly ever competed in some six years ago. Back when THE BRAND and MR. HIGH FLYER STS were battling it out for the UNIVERSAL TITLE, I was making a name for myself on the likes of THE VYRUS, back when I won my first X-TREME CHAMPIONSHIP. The XWF is in danger now, because X-MAS X-TREME is where THE HIGH ROLLER has flourished for the past six or so years now. I will continue my December success this year..

A small pause, as KORE flips his sunglasses back over his eyes while cocking his left eyebrow up..

KORE: And that, my friends, is the truth!

The X-TRON cuts to static..




MISTER 518
vs.
AIDAN COLLINS
* * X-MAS X-TREME QUALIFIER * *

COLLINS starts the match with a HUGE SPEAR ON MISTER 518! MISTER 518 hits the mat, surprised by the spry COLLINS! He rolls out of the way of a well-placed stomp from COLLINS, only to corner himself against the turnbuckle. COLLINS sees his chance and presses it, running forward in a suicide dive! He smashes into MISTER 518 like a torpedo, smacking into his chest. He bounces off and rolls against the mat, as a deep blue bruise begins settling in on MISTER 518. MISTER 518 automatically stats jumping up and down on the mat, wriggling as he holds his chest trying to regain his breath. COLLINS though, rolls back to his feet, and grips MISTER 518 by the hair. He tugs him to his feet and goes for a kick, but MISTER 518 smacks it away and hits a MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE! COLLINS hits the mat hard, as MISTER 518 stumbles back to the turnbuckle, clutching his sternum. He looks at the crowd, then at COLLINS with a grin and begins climbing the ropes!! He gets to the top rope and holds his arms out, and then shrugs and HITS A FROG SPLASH! A FROG SPLASH FROM THE CORNER!! COLLINS is smashed into the ring, as MISTER 518 rattles across it, himself jumping up and down and grunting as his chest forces him to double over in pain. He rolls out of the ring, to grab a chair...but the ring announcer tries to stop him. He knocks her out of the way, and rolls back into the ring with steel weapon. COLLINS is rising back to his feet, breathing heavily, and is cracked in the leg with the chair, he drops forward, just as MISTER 518 swings the chair again right into the top of his head. COLLINS falls back limp, and MISTER 518 goes for the cover!.. 1.. 2.. KICKOUT!!! MISTER 518 doesn't know how COLLINS kicked out, and grabs at his own hair in frustration. He walks back over to the corner and takes the chair again, but when he turns around he sees a desperate COLLINS running at him full force, and doesn't have time to block the shoulder-tackle. MISTER 518 falls back to the ropes, bouncing off of them and cracking himself with the chair, smearing it with his own blood. He falls forward and COLLINS goes for a Swinging neckbreaker! BOOM! ONTO THE CHAIR!! COLLINS goes for the cover.... 1.. 2.. THREE!!

WINNER: AIDAN COLLINS

CHECK IT OUT

The show returns from a commercial break to a murmuring crowd, with nothing happening in the ring.

Without warning, "Chapter Four" by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the loudspeakers, and the fans give a slight pop, but are mostly shocked and inquisitive. JAGUAR appears on the stage, showing no sign whatsoever of being injured. He's wearing a black wifebeater and a pair of blue jeans with holes in the knees, and construction boots. He walks out to the edge of the stage, and looks around at the fans, waving his arms in the air. He brings a microphone to his lips.

JAGUAR: Well, well, well. I'm assuming ALL of you are wondering just how the hell I'm standing right here with virtually no sign whatsoever that I was thrown off a roof four nights ago. It's really simple. It's like something you'd see in a movie, and I'm having a time grasping the concept: There was a freaking dumpster at the base of the building, loaded to the brim with trash bags. And that's exactly where I landed. I suffered minor cuts and bruises from the impact, but nothing serious at all. BLACK DEATH, I've got one word for you.

The fans murmur for a moment as JAGUAR smiles and heads to the other side of the stage. He wipes his nose and puts the microphone back up to his lips.

JAGUAR: FAIL.

The fans explode with laughter and some sparse claps and cheers, as JAGUAR smiles and returns to the center of the stage.

JAGUAR: BLACK DEATH, you just made the biggest mistake of your career. You tried to kill me. You know, go read Genesis in the bible. Genesis 4:15 states "And whosoever should try to slay Cain, shall have vengeance wrought upon him sevenfold." In fact, that's where Avenged Sevenfold, my favorite band, got their name. Anyway, the point is, you tried to slay me, and I'm going to wreak vengeance upon you. You see, surviving a fall isn't something I'm just going to be grateful for and drop everything. Oh no, you're going to get yours, pal. I really don't have much more to say than that. Regards, Jaguar.

JAGUAR drops the mic on the ground and it delivers a loud staticky feedback, as JAGUAR's music blares over the loudspeakers and he turns to head backstage.



The cameras open up in the backstage area of the American Airlines arena. CENTURION walks down an empty hallway wiping sweat off of his brow after his match with PATIENCE PRYCE. CENTURION stops dead in his tracks all of the sudden looking straight ahead his face blank. Suddenly, a chair can be seen soaring into the scene connecting with the chest of CENTURION. He backs up a little bit holding his chest as a figure moves into the scene throwing lefts and rights into CENTURION before slamming the back of his head off of the wall and throwing him down to the ground putting boots to him. The figure who can now be seen as PAUL ROACH pulls CENTURION back up to his feet. CENTURION fights back, but not before getting cut off with a cheap shot to the groin. ROACH jumps up into the air and comes down with the skull crusher on CENTURION leaving him to be laid on bloody on the floor. ROACH gets up looks down at CENTURION before walking away. What was that about?




RAZIEL
vs.
JACOB JACOBS
* * X-MAS X-TREME QUALIFIER * *

The bell rings and JACOBS goes for the first move, locking up with RAZIEL. JACOBS uses his momentum to his side and tosses RAZIEL into the ring post, following up with a huge clothesline. The Hart Champion stumbles out of the post, but drops to his knees dodging a bulldog. RAZIEL gets to his feet slowly, JACOBS already up. JACOBS goes for another dominating clothesline but is met with a huge powerslam followed with a leg lock. JACOBS quickly reverses the leg lock into a half Boston Crab, but RAZIEL grabs his neck and turns it into a Mexican surfboard. JACOBS reverses again though putting RAZIEL into an armbar. RAZIEL gets out and gets to his feet, JACOBS does the same the crowd applauding their abilities on the mat. JACOBS and RAZIEL lock up again but this time JACOBS gets the advantage with a cheap shot to the side followed by a drop body suplex. He goes for the pin. 1…2…KICK OUT! RAZIEL kicks out and JACOBS jumps to his feet, and goes to the turnbuckle and climbs the second rope. He waits and hits a huge float over cross body from the second rope, hitting RAZIEL. It goes into a pin, but RAZIEL reverses into a schoolboy! 1…2…KICK OUT! JACOBS realizes his disadvantage and kicks out. RAZIEL gets to his feet and starts to drag JACOBS to his feet when JACOBS pulls him close, hitting a disgustingly low blow, unnoticed by the referee. The fans boo as RAZIEL doubles over and JACOBS hits a spike DDT! RAZIEL stands tall on his head, then collapses over. JACOBS goes for the pin. 1…2… THREE!

WINNER: JACOB JACOBS

Dear old friend,

It does amuse me greatly that I shall begin each letter with that tired old line, when in each circumstance; one or more of the three words may not even apply. How dear to me are you? How long have we known each other? Are we even friends? In those three words, I can be telling three lies. But how many am I telling to you?

Ignoring the first and third words for now, I shall let you in on a tiny piece of information:

“Old” is a lie.

When I think of this ‘new era’ here in the XWF, there are but four names that come to mind. HARDCORE SMITTY led the charge earlier this year, SHAWN CHRISTOPHER and JASON MUDD are fast becoming pillars of the foundation, and then there is you, BRAD PIERCE.

In a way, I do admire you BRAD. You are self-absorbed. You are cowardly. You will do whatever it takes. But you are at least honest about it all. The same cannot be said for most who align themselves with the devious side of the world.

But where do I align?

It is this question that I hope to have you all asking yourselves as these… notifications, become more numerous. I am a coming storm, but what is the best course of action for you to take? Do you block up your windows and ride it out, knowing that it will eventually pass you by? Or is it a better plan to evacuate the area, because my one design in life is to destroy everything about the way you live? I warn you thus, the first option will be unkind to you. The second will leave you without half of what you call your life, but you shall still keep the other half.

There is no third option.

If you walk towards the beach alone, and wait for me to crash down upon the shores with all my fury, they will be unable to find your body. The entire memory of your existence will belong to me.

Part of you already does, you are just unaware of it at this point in time.

I am coming to claim what is mine.

I fear not the ramifications. HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD is of no concern. ERIC ANDERSON is of no concern. Not once have I been regarded in a managerial capacity, yet I still hold more power than those two could ever dream of.

More than you can dream of too BRAD. For even in your dreams, the Next Generation falls short of the glory of the past.

And so it begins.

Yours sincerely

L.

OMINOUS
vs.
MOLLY LOVE
* * X-MAS X-TREME QUALIFIER * *

OMINOUS and MOLLY LOVE are staring at each other in the center of the ring. After a short while OMINOUS falls to his knees holding his head, he starts to shake his head violently.

OMINOUS: NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!

DR. LANDVILLE tries to calm him down, however OMINOUS gets up, grabs LANDVILLE and lifts him high over his head in a military press position. OMINOUS drops LANDVILLE outside the ring, and leaves the ring, and the arena, and the company...

WINNER: NONE

We are in the white tiled locker room with the new Hart Champion, MISTER 518. He is sitting down, a cold and wet bottle of water in his hands and the belt draped over his shoulder. Into the camera view, steps a pair of black jeaned legs. MISTER 518 begins to look up slowly, as his eyes meet those of the large man. MISTER 518 stands up and the other man is none other than XWF’s Saviour, IRON BULL! The crowd cheer.

MISTER 518: What the hell do you want?

IRON BULL: What? Can’t a guy walk into a changing room without being accused of such things.

MISTER 518: I didn’t accuse you of anything!

IRON BULL: No, but you implied I was here for a reason. Yes, that may be true, but that reason is only to say Hi. I don’t believe we’ve met before.

MISTER 518: Thank god, no…..

IRON BULL: Now that isn’t very nice, is it? You have a bit of a sharp tongue for a marked man. You know as well as I do that ERIC ANDERSON gave me that title shot because he doesn’t want someone like you to represent XWF. He wants someone with talent, charisma and an appetite for what the fans want. You are none of these, so that’s why at X-MAS X-TREME, I will be taking that title away from you.

MISTER 518: And you’re pretty certain of that? Is that EXACTLY what Mr. ANDERSON told you?

IRON BULL: Actually, yes. I agree, not a very professional start for the owner, but all the same, it’s about you so who cares right?

The crowd gives a small pop to this as MISTER 518 goes slightly red in the face.

MISTER 518: You are asking for a slap. Next week, me and a partner of my choosing vs. IRON BULLSHIT and a partner of his choosing. Deal?

IRON BULL: Your jokes are cornier than a RYOU promo. You’re on!

IRON BULL walks off, leaving MISTER 518 to caress his Hart Belt.

Elsewhere in the back, KILLJOY is pacing nervously in a hall in the backstage area. He is clearly upset about something.

KILLJOY: KILLJOY: *to himself* Ok Kaleb, you can do this.

The Prince of Pranks squares his shoulders and walks towards a door. It is a dressing room and on the door is a large sign declaring its occupant:

”KITTEN”

KILLJOY: KILLJOY: Man, all those “Investigating for Dummies” books never said anything about this. You’d think they would at least have a page or two on dealing with female suspects.

KILLJOY reaches up to knock on the door…then backs away.

KILLJOY: KILLJOY: It’s not like she bites…I think…

Let me go over my notes one more time…

He pulls out a well-folded piece of paper from out of a pocket and scans it intently.

KILLJOY: KILLJOY: *reading out loud* Female suspects can be handled in one of two fashions: aggressively or passively. If you believe that the female in question will wilt at the sign of opposition, feel free to be as mean as necessary.

KILLJOY looks at the door, and then shakes his head.

KILLJOY: *reading* If it appears that the suspect is more likely to respond to flirting and/or seduction, feel free to do so. There is no shame in doing this, as it is a tradition within among investigators to be…

KILLJOY: …I can’t read my own writing! Gah!

KILLJOY tosses the paper away, stares at the door, and then runs off babbling.







U P D A T E

The X-Tron lights up with a shot of STEVE SAYORS backstage at Rival Factions..

SAYORS: It has been an amazing night so far! FAMINE OF THE VILE was victorious in a match against JOHNNY DANGEROUS! And we’ve still got a ton of matches left to go! More as it happens! Stay tuned!

As the show returns, HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD is seen in a dark room sitting in a chair.

HARDHEAD: Most people are thinking, oh yay, HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD is no longer XWF Owner. We no longer have to hear his crap and his crappy announcements. Well, in due time, you will once more. See, I am under a lot of stress right now. I lost my ownership, I lost Lord of the Ring, I have negative points, I have no match this week to reclaim those points, and to top it all off, I’m p**sed off, and you won’t like that.

He rubs a chin for a moment.

HARDHEAD: See ERIC, the time comes when a man realizes, he’s screwed up, unfortunately for you, I haven’t found that time yet. So ERIC, this war between me and you, it’s far from over. See, I have the time, I have the place, and I have the match. I’m gonna lay out the challenge, and if you did it three times, do it again. X-Mas X-Treme, a match of the decades, a match that is main even stature. “Former X-Treme Champion, Former Other Champion, and Current XWF Owner” ERIC ANDERSON vs. “Former X-Treme Champion, Former XWF Owner, and The Insane Delgado” HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD Cuatro.

He scratches his head as all is and has been silent.

HARDHEAD: Or in layman’s terms, ERIC ANDERSON vs. HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD 4, in a match… Not for the Ownership of the XWF, but for sheer survival. POINTS vs. CAREER. You see. You have almost 200 points, while I am in the negatives.. If I don’t make it above zero by the end of the year, I’m gone.. So I will place that chance on the line. If I lose, I’m gone. But if YOU lose. I get ONE HUNDRED OF YOUR POINTS. So what do you say, champ? ANDERSON/HARDHEAD, one more time.. Except this time, it’s on my terms. A match new to the XWF in a way, a match that is brutal in all reasons, and a match that you’ve never been in. See, let me give you a little history lesson. HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD, in another company, faced someone in this match, won. I faced another guy three times in that match, won all of them. Faced another guy, lost, faced him again, and won. Faced another man, won, faced another one twice, and won. I’m 8-1 in this match, so I should have no problem winning.

All is still silent.

HARDHEAD: There’s a normal hell in a cell at the bottom, another one on top of it inches away from the first one’s edge, another one on top of that, inches away from the second one’s edge. All in those three cells, there’s five things, the ring, the ref, two competitors, and open space from the top to the bottom. Also, at the top, there’s that little hatch that can open up and slam someone to the bottom, and that’s what I intend to do to ERIC ANDERSON. A 100 foot drop from top to bottom. So, Me vs. ERIC ANDERSON, for the XWF Ownership, in a Stacked Hell in a Cell Match. And ERIC, I can insure you, that one of us, is going to be very, very, very hurt after they take that 100 foot drop. Answer, if you dare.

HARDHEAD gets up and walks off the screen.




ZACH RIZZA
vs.
MARTEL
* * X-MAS X-TREME QUALIFIER * *

RIZZA is the first one out to the ring while being booed by the crowd. MARTEL's music then hits as MARTEL comes walking out into a darkened arena, and from out of the dark a chainsaw is heard being started as the lights now light up, with MARTEL standing in a glorious pose. The crowd starts going off and going wild as he starts making his way towards the ring now. MARTEL then is just about to get into the ring when suddenly RIZZA comes sliding out and right in MARTEL'S face and starts in right away with right hands. The ref turns and signals for the bell to ring starting the match. RIZZA is laying it in to MARTEL over and over and over again until he has him cornered in the guardrail. He then goes and grabs MARTEL now Irish whipping across the way sending him smashing back-first into the guard rail. RIZZA comes running right behind after him as MARTEL slowly gets to feet only to be clotheslined so hard that both he and RIZZA go flipping over the guardrail. RIZZA now gets to his feet first and grabs a steel folding chair and smashes it right on MARTEL'S head! He then throws the chair and a second one over the guard rail as MARTEL falls over. RIZZA now grabs a hold of MARTEL and takes him face first over to the popcorn machine vendor and tries to smash MARTEL'S face into it when it is suddenly reversed and RIZZA is sent face-first through the glass!!! MARTEL slowly takes a step back as he lets RIZZA drop down and over. He then grabs up RIZZA dragging him over towards the guard rail when he suddenly lifts up high up above is head and drops him stomach-first onto the guard rail! The crowd pops from seeing this happening before their very eyes! MARTEL then climbs back over into the ring arena as RIZZA is starting to slowly come to and stand up as MARTEL once again grabs up RIZZA by his neck and his waist and lifting him up again over is head. He throws him up against the ringpost like a rag doll causing RIZZA to come crashing down on his one recently cut up leg from Thursday Night Anarchy. He is favoring it as MARTEL grabs out a metal garbage can and throws it into the ring. He walks over as RIZZA is now to his knees when suddenly... BLAM!!!! RIZZA just low blowed MARTEL!!! MARTEL falls down to his one knee for a little bit just as RIZZA runs and grabs out a kendo stick or two. He comes running back and cracks one straight over MARTEL'S head breaking it completely in half! And from seeming to be unaffected by it, RIZZA then drops the half pieces and grabs up the second kendo stick and again cracks this one straight in half over the back of MARTEL'S head like swinging a baseball bat. MARTEL now falls over holding the back of his head as RIZZA reaches underneath the ring and pulls out..... a chunk of barbed wire!! The crowd pops over knowing what is coming next! RIZZA goes walking back over with the barbed wire and wraps it around MARTEL'S head as he's laying there on the ground just now starting to move. RIZZA throws in the 2 steel folding chairs and 2 more as MARTEL is slowly starting to come to when RIZZA comes running back over and drop kicking the barbed wire deep into MARTEL'S head busting him wide open! The blood starts to ooze and flow out from where it went in. RIZZA then picks up MARTEL and rolls him in while holding on to his leg where this huge white patch is. RIZZA rolls back into the ring and sets up the two steel folding chairs facing each other diagonally from the ringpost. He then once again picks up MARTEL by his hair and goes to Irish whip him into the ringpost but it is reversed. And now with RIZZA smashing his back and leaning up against the ringpost MARTEL slowly makes his way over to him placing him on the top turnbuckle. With the barbed wire still hanging from his head MARTEL rips it over and rakes RIZZA's face with it causing him to cover his eyes as he throws the barbed wire off to the side. MARTEL then gathers up strength and signals to the crowd..... BLAM!!!!! MARTEL then nailed RIZZA from off the top rope through the two chairs!!!!! MARTEL then drops down and over as blood is oozing off of his head from earlier damage. The ref sees both men down and starts up a 10-count. 1.... 2..... 3..... 4..... 5..... 6..... 7..... RIZZA is up!!.. 8…. 9…. TEN!!! It’s over!! MARTEL is sound asleep!

WINNER: ZACH RIZZA

MOONWOLFE is already in the ring, slowly pacing back and forth, waiting for the arrival of the Cruiserweight champion! The fans are silent, waiting, knowing soon that it would happen. Any second as the crowd holds their breath when suddenly, the lights go out!

"Work it... Make it... Do it, Makes us harder... Better... Faster... Stronger..."

Orange and dark blue lights begin to flash vibrantly across the arena, over the fans, to the ring, and all the way up toward the entrance. "Strong" by Kanye West playing for the crowd, they loving the beat and growing fond for the man behind the song! A second later, JASON MUDD comes walking at a strong pace from behind the curtains, still in his attire from earlier, though more importantly still holding onto the metal bat he used to slaughter dozens backstage at the beginning of the show! Wearing normal street clothing, the shades still on his face to protect his eyes, JASON MUDD makes his way down to the ring! Not pausing for the crowd, nor pausing to give MOONWOLFE a second glance, JASON slides in! MOONWOLFE stops his pacing, almost defensively getting ready as JASON MUDD, fluid like, stands from the sliding position, taking off his Cruiserweight championship from around his waist, dropping it to the ring canvas! Instantly, as if knowing what was to come, the referee rings for the bell causing the lights to return to normal and the music to die down! Even the fans repress their cheering for the Cruiserweight champion, JASON MUDD ready to get the match going!




JASON MUDD
vs.
MOONWOLFE
* * X-MAS X-TREME QUALIFIER * *

JASON MUDD heads straight toward MOONWOLFE, baseball bat in hand! MOONWOLFE on instincts alone retreats, moving back and sliding to the left, keeping out of swinging distance of not only JASON, but that dangerous bat! JASON keeps stalking his opponent though, almost like pray! His face looks emotionless, though the crowd can only guess to what was going on behind those shades he’s wearing! MOONWOLFE keeps on keeping out of distance, the circling continuing for nearly a minute. JASON MUDD suddenly lunges forward, faking MOONWOLFE OUT! MOONWOLFE tries to dodge, but runs right into a turnbuckle! JASON has his chance! SWING!!! MOONWOLFE DUCKS AT THE LAST SECOND! If he hadn’t, it would have been over in one hit, and MOONWOLFE may have been out of a career!

Eyes wide, MOONWOLFE backs away from JASON MUDD again, who simply turns and continues stalking his opponent, playing with him! MOONWOLFE keeps trying to think of a way out, moving and sliding to the left, but trips up, stumbling! MOONWOLFE is unbalanced! JASON MUDD takes another shot, swinging the bat…

CRACK!!!

JASON MUDD NAILS MOONWOLFE IN THE RIBS!!! The air rushes from MOONWOLFE’S lungs as he crumbles to one knee, holding his ribs as if something cracked from the impact! Eyes wide from the pain, unable to breath, MOONWOLFE looks up just in time to see JASON MUDD holding the bat with two hands…

CRACK!!!

JASON MUDD sends the edge of the bat into the side of MOONWOLFE’S temple! MOONWOLFE CRUMBLES, holding both his ribs and head from the impact of the blows! The fans are silent as JASON MUDD simply stands over the already slayed body of his opponent in the X-MAS X-TREME qualifying match! JASON MUDD, emotionless in his face, uses his free hand to pick up the down MOONWOLFE, slowly pulling the hurt wrestler to his feet, whom still held onto his ribs and forehead from the devastating blows! Sizing him up, though, the Cruiserweight champion steps back, then takes a step forward, taking the end of the baseball bat right to the shoulder blade of MOONWOLFE! A groan of pain escapes as MOONWOLFE falls to one knee again, head lowering as if about to pass out! Still, MOONWOLFE doesn’t want to go down, trying to force himself back to his feet, to a vertical stance! JASON MUDD allows MOONWOLFE to stand, though his standing is swayed, each second as if to be MOONWOLFE’S last! Finally showing emotion, grinning sadistically, JASON MUDD sizes up MOONWOLFE as his opponent begins to slowly turn around to face where JASON MUDD was! MUDD sizes up… and throws the bat at MOONWOLFE’S face! MOONWOLFE catches it, the throw covering six feet distance, it almost landing right in his face… and JASON MUDD runs…

LEAPS!!!

MUDD SHOVEL!!! JASON MUDD LANDS THE MUDD SHOVEL ON MOONWOLFE, DRIVING THE HARSH METAL OF THE BASEBALL BAT INTO MOONWOLFE’S COLLARBONE! MOONWOLFE could be seriously hurt! That could have possibly snapped his collarbone! The fans are deadly silent at the violent acts from JASON MUDD, MUDD simply standing, grabbing his bat and placing a foot over the slaughtered body of MOONWOLFE! Taking his chance to end the match, the referee slides down, looking… both shoulders down! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!

WINNER: JASON MUDD

The referee quickly rings the bell, "Stronger" beginning to play again! JASON MUDD dominants into qualifying for the X-MAS X-TREME tournament, going on to possibly earn a World title shot at X-Mas X-Treme! Taking his foot off of the destroyed body of MOONWOLFE, JASON simply walks over with shades still on his face, motioning for a microphone! Handed one, JASON walks back to the center of the ring, the referee spending most of his time checking on MOONWOLFE. Looking down and seeing his Cruiserweight championship still on the ring canvas, JASON bends over, picking it up with the hand holding the mic, slapping it up across his shoulder!

JASON MUDD: That… that’s what I had to do to qualify? That’s who I had to face? First I’m forced to tag team with that trash, and then I have to be placed in the ring with him for such an honor as qualifying for the X-Mas X-Treme tournament this month? Are you kidding me? Has this guy even landed a single punch on someone worth meriting!? Good riddance! I hope the sunvabitches collarbone is snapped clear in half! He doesn’t deserve the presence of greatness, let alone to wrestle anywhere near it… but lets not make it about MOONWOLFE, the destroyed. Let’s make this about SOUL BEARER, the man that will soon be destroyed!

The fans stay silent despite the words, still in shock to the violent, aggressive side they just seen from JASON MUDD!

JASON MUDD: SOUL BEARER… I told you, blood would be shed and it would all be on your hands. MOONWOLFE may quite possibly be out of a career now, if I did manage to snap his collarbone with that Mudd Shovel. That’s all for you, BEARER! That’s all for you, BRENDAN! You dare try to end my career? Every body I lay out, destroyed... it will be on your mind! It will be on your thoughts! You want to play the roll of the bad ass and try to rip my eyes out? From here on out, we’ll see how clearly you see things yourself when each time I destroy someone, I get closer to eventually destroying YOU! I said it once, you sunvabitch… I’ll say it until the point is made and is crystal clear in that disrespectful, dishonorable, pathetic mind of yours, BRENDAN… Welcome to Hell. The fun hasn’t even begun just yet, though I’m sure soon enough we’ll all be having a blast. After all… JASON MUDD is the most arrogant! Egotistical! Cocky! Self-centered! Stuck up! Talented! SOON TO BE WORLD CHAMPION TO EVER EXIST! And all of you bitches that don’t believe it just have one thing to do two words simple to say!

JASON MUDD leans his head back, rotating his shoulder to keep the Cruiserweight championship across it, bringing the microphone to his lips

JASON MUDD (along with some of the crowd!): LIVVVVEEEEEEEE ITTTTT!

"Stronger" by Kanye West begins to play again, JASON MUDD from behind shaded eyes looks at the destruction he caused to MOONWOLFE, supposedly one of many messages to be sent to SOUL BEARER for what happened at LORD OF THE RING! Things are just heating up, and already quite dangerous between the two! Leaving the ring, JASON MUDD raises one hand in the air, holding the Cruiserweight Championship, while the other holds the metal bat used tonight! What other things will come through the weeks leading to X-Mas X-Treme!?

THE BATTLE HAS BEEN WON, BUT THE WAR IS JUST BEGINNING..
DECEMBER 30, 2007

KITTEN is not in the arena! After being arrested at Lord Of The Ring, there’s been no sign of her! Is CHAD going to walk away with an easy win going into X-Mas X-Treme?



MAIN EVENT

CHAD
vs.
KITTEN
* * X-MAS X-TREME QUALIFIER * *

CHAD stands in the ring, waiting patiently for KITTEN to arrive. He begins to realize that she’s a no-show. He looks at the crowd and shrugs his shoulders, waiting for the ref to raise his hand in victory, when all of a sudden…



U P D A T E

The X-Tron lights up with a shot of STEVE SAYORS backstage at Rival Factions..

SAYORS: STEVE SAYORS, back again! With the wrap up to an amazing show! But we are going LIVE to the ring, where the story is unfolding RIGHT NOW!!

The shot cuts to the ring at Rival Factions

ERIC ANDERSON enters the ring, as he and LEGION shake hands. LEGION gives ERIC the microphone.

ERIC: Ladies and gentlemen, it's true. We at the XWF have reached a deal with the hottest free agent in professional wrestling, LEGION! But, it was not I who made this deal possible, but rather...

ERIC extends his hand out to the stage, where we see a man walking down who hasn't been seen for weeks.

BRITT JONATHYN BROWN! He's been missing from XWF for a while now, but now he's back!

JONATHYN enters the ring, where he shakes hands with ERIC and LEGION. ERIC hands the microphone to JONATHYN.

JONATHYN: Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a while, I know. I'll gladly explain where I've been at another time, but I will say this. I was, indeed, working on the biggest talent find ever, and here he is. Folks, give it up for your new XWF Superstar, LEGION!

The crowd is ecstatic at this, as a cameraman enters the ring, pointing the camera at LEGION.

JONATHYN: Now, LEGION, I'm sure there's someone over at XWF's Insanity that you'd like to talk to...

Jon hands LEGION the microphone and a leather bag. LEGION smiles as he looks into the camera.

LEGION: (ahem) ...Chadderbox, Chad Disney, Chaddy Bravo, and whatever the heck you call yourself these days. The time has come, for you to pay for your treachery in Rotten Apple Wrestling. The fact is, we've been thinking it over for weeks now, and we figured the best way to get to you was through this moment.

LEGION pulls something out of the bag: a black ninja mask. He puts it on and talks again, his voice barely muffled by the mask.

CHAD is baffled! LEGION coming to the XWF? He gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp halfway to get a closer look at the X-Tron!

LEGION: What's wrong, Chaddy? You act like you've seen a ghost, a ghost...of the PAST!

The crowd goes wild over that cheap pop, as LEGION continues.

LEGION: Yes, Chad, we were the ninja that took you away from Lord of the Ring. We felt you didn't deserve a shot at the Universal title...just like old times.

LEGION laughs.

MAZE: Oh my God, that was him!

LEGION: And frankly, we don't believe you deserve a shot at the World title, either, so the way we see it, you will be the first victim on our path. We are, quite possibly, the best wrestler to never win a World title...we don't plan on keeping it that way.

The X-Tron cuts to static

CHAD just shakes his head in disbelief..

He doesn’t even hear the ref calling for the bell after counting him out!

WINNER: NONE

CHAD is out of the tournament before it begins! But he’s got a whole new set of problems, as the hottest free agent on the market just signed on the dotted line with the XWF!!

Fade to black...