Post by Dave D-Flipz on Apr 17, 2024 16:17:09 GMT -5
Mistress Discipline: You were right, Chaos. We did need this.
Dr. Chaos: A little spa day to calm the nerves is always appropriate. No more thoughts about vulpine enemies. Just ice cream!
*Dr. Chaos and Mistress Discipline are seen approaching the front door of the Bowler Hat Basecamp in North Carolina. Each has a cone of ice cream in their hands. Strawberry soft serve for Chaos and chocolate for Mistress. In Chaos’s hands is a bag with a sealed fudge sundae, likely for Sarah.*
Mistress Discipline: I do not understand why Sarah did not want to indulge with us.
Dr. Chaos: She hates when they touch her feet. So much so that the ice cream wasn’t enough of a bribe.
Mistress Discipline: Was it wise to leave her alone with my husband?
Dr. Chaos: I left Funaki in charge!
*They both stop walking … look at each other … roll their eyes and sigh. They hasten their pace to the front door, finishing their cones as they go. *
Dr. Chaos: ACK! BRAIN FREEZE! WHY DO COLD THINGS HAPPEN TO HOT PEOPLE?!
Sarah: *Through the door* Yikes! Hot!
Death Trap: *Through the door* Don’t touch the hot wax, use the holder at the base! We need to get this right.
*Mistress cocks an eyebrow and pushes open the door. There in the middle of the living room floor, devoid of furniture, sits Death Trap, cross legged … in the middle of a circle made of salt and a pentagram made of … red liquid. Sarah is walking around trying to strategically place candles at the points of the star. Poka sits on a pedestal with a black bound book.*
Mistress Discipline: Death Trap … what are you-
Dr. Chaos: OH MY LANTA! Did you get into my vet supplies and draw a demon summoning circle with animal blood????
Sarah: JELL-O!
Death Trap: It’s not a demon summoning … is it a demon summoning circle? I was trying to open a gateway to hell… and yeah it’s Funaki’s strawberry gelatin, thinned out. I’m not a monster.
Dr. Chaos: Evidence to the contrary. I mean look at this! The candles are all wrong. Too tall, wrong wax, no incense? The placement is all messed up…
Mistress Discipline: And you call these runes? They look like they were drawn by a teenager …
Sarah: Present!
Dr. Chaos: And this is rock salt! You’d NEVER get attention from hell like this. And where is Funaki! Left explicit instructions to NOT let you do something silly like this!
Sarah: Human Sacrifice!
*Mistress and Chaos nearly drop the ice cream meant for Sarah, but she dives and catches it before attacking the bag like a tiger with its prey. The adult women blink for a moment before looking to their right and finding Funaki tied to a rolling desk chair, in poodle costume, mouth duct taped shut, crying. There is a sign on it saying: For Santa, a gift.*
Mistress Discipline: Santa?
Death Trap: As it turns out, having someone write their own epitaph is poor practice …
*Chaos sighs and goes to untie Funaki while Mistress grabs DT and pulls him into the kitchen. She opens the fridge and grabs a lemon seltzer, tossing DT a Coke Zero.*
Mistress Discipline: Alright, mister. Why are you introducing young Sarah to the occult?
Death Trap: What? She gave ME the idea. She wanted to bargain with the devil for a PS5, and a different rat hat, whatever that is. She said filming the seance would be good publicity for the instantaneous gram.
*Mistress blinks in disbelief at her clueless man-child of a husband.*
Dr. Chaos: *From outside the room* SARAH! We do not trade a man’s soul for clout and video games. … You can get way more than that, even with such a substandard offering.
Mistress Discipline: And you agreed to this charade for what reason exactly?
Death Trap: I wanted the X*Crown.
Mistress Discipline: That is foolish. Why would you think bargaining with Lucifer would earn you a title?
Death Trap: Spike Kane. He went from never quite good enough, to winning the X*Crown … twice. All he had to do was die and be sent back by the devil. Hell, it was literally his task to get the title upon returning! And as we established, dying isn’t an option. My resurrection could be slow, and I might miss the rumble. Also why would a scion like myself go to hell instead of heaven. We all know the big guy won’t interfere in competitions. Hell, he lost to Vince and Shane McMahon in a wrestling match, wouldn’t even let Shawn Michaels tag him in!
Mistress Discipline: One. I distinctly recall you telling me about angels assisting a team in its outfield. Two. That is correct, no dying for you mister. Three. You keep using that word, scion. It does not mean what you seem to think it means.
Death Trap: NANI!?
Death Trap: 2006 … I’m sure you remember that year fondly. Sure it wasn’t for the X*Crown at the time, but that is when you managed to outdo me, Spike.
*DT is seen walking along a trail in the Grandfather Mountain State Park. We get very picturesque views behind him of mountains with clouds drifting behind them, below the level of the camera. Nearby, there are some animal exhibits of the local fauna of the Appalachian mountains; bears, bald eagles, deer, and the like. It’s quite a nice park. What we don’t seem to see are any hoards of fans bunching around the XHF legend and CAR superstar. There are a few people paying attention to the animals, and some people clearly aware of who he is and giving him a wide berth. DT seems not to notice this behavior.*
Death Trap: We met in the rumble, title opportunity for the XHF World Heavyweight title on the line, final two after a grueling showcase. We were both exhausted and neither one of us would quit. Of course I had come in at number 15 … you at number 51, despite the announcer saying fifty … Iron Man DT. The only man to be Ironman twice. I had been in for nearly an hour when you first came running to the ring…MGK, AJ Phoenix, you and me. And the two better men ended up in the final two. I was too tired, my dropkicks didn’t break your grip on the top rope. And as a younger, more foolish man, I tried to get pretty and got an avalanche Spike Impaler for my troubles.
*DT smirks as he stops and looks at the camera, tongue in cheek. Behind him, some parents are leading their kids away from DT, clearly having seen his End of Days tourney and his efforts at the memorial show. A few, less in-the-know fans mumble and point as they recognize him.*
Death Trap: But it wasn’t enough, was it? Even back then, before the legend of the man with the most stamina and endurance in the business, I was fucking amazing. But I was not wise. Forgetting my exhaustion, I had you in a submission that I could have leveraged to get you over the top rope. And instead I chose to get fancy. I missed a top rope move and from there it was academic. Devastating. And my last real gasp in the old XHF. The head injuries made sure of that.
*A young child in a bowler hat and a Mistress Discipline blouse runs up to DT and begs for an autograph. DT smiles and signs her hat. The child’s father runs up and picks her up before looking at DT … he shakes his head at him and walks away.*
Death Trap: Well that was odd. I guess being in the presence of the sc- *he pauses* - uh the … best technical wrestler on the planet must be intimidating.
*Satisfied with his excuse, DT begins the trek up the mountain via the road. He slowly climbs it as cars go by. A few cars honk at him, someone yells out a window, “FUCK YOU!” DT pauses to look at the Jack Diamond decal on the window of the car as it climbs the road.*
Death Trap: Curfew? Shit, I best hurry to the top then.
*DT picks up the pace as he reaches the summit parking lot where a small gift shop and museum sits leading to the legendary Mile High Swinging Bridge, google it it’s cool man.*
Death Trap: Spike, I have never forgotten that night. I’ve come close to winning this match on three occasions, all of which tested my endurance, my strength, and my convictions. But you never get over the first time. We haven’t had the occasion to wrestle much since then, have we? Crying shame if you ask me, we could tear the house down. But I’m a wiser, smarter, better version of myself than I was back then. I’ve become a two time X*Crown champion. I’ve become a two time MCCW World Champion. I’ve become a Hall of Famer. My wife and I are the best damn tag team in the universe. NOT CHAOS THEORY, NOT THE BANG BROS, NOT THE FUCKING PURPLE EMPERORS. And hey, you’ve managed to win that X*Crown title twice as well. Congrats. Unlike some other vulpine or eastern European champions … you actually deserve it. Your name carries weight because you have built a resume, you have built a body of work that is unencroachable, undeniable.
*A cluster of tourists walks past DT. They bump him as they go by and he nearly stumbles off the path into a pile of dog poop.*
Death Trap: HEY! Watch where you’re going! These shoes are expensive! Whatever happened to respect for important people? I bet you all forgave Bloodied Fox too. YOU’RE A DISGRACE TO SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY AND WRESTLING FANS! *mumbling* Hope they fall off the bridge.
*DT enters the museum/gift shop and looks around. He beelines it to the elevator to go up to the bridge.*
Death Trap: Respect goes a long way, Spike. And unlike most of the people signed up for this event, you have mine. But that means that I will give you everything I have. No holding back. No mistakes. You can’t rewrite history and correct the wrongs of the past with mistakes. I have a rare opportunity to overwrite two of my most souleating losses. I have a chance to once again, write my place as the greatest ever. You have your hands on something that is supposed to be mine, or my wife’s. That title was stolen from us by someone. This time things will be different. Since that last rumble, I’ve become a bona fide legend, and I have built an unshakable rapport with my fans. I have cultivated a relationship with a most trusted ally. I can’t help but notice that there is no Kanyon, Combatiente, Velez, or Price in this rumble with you. There are no friends of the X*Crown champ here. But I? I have the best ally of all. The two of us are unstoppable. Maybe you should go back to hell-
*A man in a Fox shirt walks by as DT says this and gets in his face*
FoxFan: Hey screw you! Fox wasn’t in hell! He was mind controlled. He’s good again! What’s your excuse buttwipe?
Death Trap: Buttwipe … are you three? I wasn’t referring to Fox. But people like him most DEFINITELY go to hell.
FoxFan: WHAT? Oh you homophobic bastard!
*He storms off to go write an angry blog post*
Death Trap: Homoph- I MEANT MURDERERS YOU MORON! You know what, maybe Spike can clear this all up for us? Spike, as a man who lives in hell, you should know. At what level is Fox? Like is he with the WORST of humanity? Like the people who run dog fights?
*DT heads up the elevator and emerges in the vestibule to the bridge. He stands in front of the taxidermy bear that shows people the size of the American Grizzly bear. It makes DT look small by comparison, like looking at Fox next to DT.*
Death Trap: Spike, nobody has ever won the rumble twice. Just like nobody had ever won End of Days twice. The two big competitions that we carried over from the old XHF. Long considered too grueling and strenuous to ever be won more than once. They leave a mark on your body and soul. But … I am extraordinary. I am not just a paragon in terms of morality and outlook here in the Network. I am a singularly unique individual. The top of the class, if you will. While you had to die in the ring trying to reach the levels I have reached, had to literally go to hell to force your way to the top, talk about artificial enhancement… heh. I was able to improve au naturale. Without sacrificing who I am. While always giving the fans the best show. While remaining the top draw. I didn’t need to fucking die to get people to care about me. And I certainly didn’t have to send my own brother to hell … or a beloved driver … or ruin my own marriage … And here, 18 years after our first rumble meetup, I am still improving, making history. I will make sure you do not become the first two-time rumble winner.
*DT walks out the door and moves onto the Mile High Swinging Bridge, nearly knocking the guy in the Fox shirt off the mountain in the process. He stands in the middle as the wind swings the bridge. He soaks it in and laughs*
Death Trap: Here I stand, a mile above the world. Here, the paragon of the XHF, the Main Attraction, the Top of the Class. A convenient and appropriate metaphor for my talent and reputation. I stand a mile above anyone else. My wife and I, we will run this rumble. Come hell or high water, I will have my title back. I will finally have my rumble glory. And you and Fox can run crying back to hell and complain to Satan about the glorious beacon of light that embarrassed everyone. Coming in last won’t save you. Being the incumbent champ won’t help you. While you both build highways to hell, I build bridges connecting us to our fans, connecting the current era to the past, paving a way for those who come later to follow in my footsteps and safely cross the chasm.
*He lowers his arms and looks around, no people are willing to step on the bridge with him there. He smirks and shakes his head, clearly afraid of greatness they are. He moves back to the beginning of the bridge to begin his walk down the mountain.*
Death Trap: Spike, you and the rest of this rumble need to get on our level. Mistress and I are not just called Top of the Class because it’s a snappy name. It’s the truth. And we are correcting the errors of the past. Fixing the mistakes of history. In 2006, I made a mistake in underestimating you, and underestimating my exhaustion. In previous rumbles, we have focused on personal glory instead of working together, we forgot to be prepared for the inevitable outside interference of less reputable folks. This year? We fix it all. I will toss YOU over the top rope. I will toss FOX over the top rope. I’d toss Zoran and Caffrey out but as far as I know they are both in hell. You uh, you can skip saying hi to them, nobody loves them. This year, Spike, I exorcise the ghosts of the old XHF. I will have my rumble victory that I should have had three times previous. I will have the spotlight I was owed! I will have my X*Crown title back! I will be the third three time champion. And then I will hold onto that belt longer than Dylan Black. I will etch my name in history. As it SHOULD be. The Paragon of XHF, the Main Attraction, the Top of the Class, the X*CROWN CHAMPION! There is no force in heaven or hell … that will stop us.
*DT walks away and we fade out*
Dr. Chaos: A little spa day to calm the nerves is always appropriate. No more thoughts about vulpine enemies. Just ice cream!
*Dr. Chaos and Mistress Discipline are seen approaching the front door of the Bowler Hat Basecamp in North Carolina. Each has a cone of ice cream in their hands. Strawberry soft serve for Chaos and chocolate for Mistress. In Chaos’s hands is a bag with a sealed fudge sundae, likely for Sarah.*
Mistress Discipline: I do not understand why Sarah did not want to indulge with us.
Dr. Chaos: She hates when they touch her feet. So much so that the ice cream wasn’t enough of a bribe.
Mistress Discipline: Was it wise to leave her alone with my husband?
Dr. Chaos: I left Funaki in charge!
*They both stop walking … look at each other … roll their eyes and sigh. They hasten their pace to the front door, finishing their cones as they go. *
Dr. Chaos: ACK! BRAIN FREEZE! WHY DO COLD THINGS HAPPEN TO HOT PEOPLE?!
Sarah: *Through the door* Yikes! Hot!
Death Trap: *Through the door* Don’t touch the hot wax, use the holder at the base! We need to get this right.
*Mistress cocks an eyebrow and pushes open the door. There in the middle of the living room floor, devoid of furniture, sits Death Trap, cross legged … in the middle of a circle made of salt and a pentagram made of … red liquid. Sarah is walking around trying to strategically place candles at the points of the star. Poka sits on a pedestal with a black bound book.*
Mistress Discipline: Death Trap … what are you-
Dr. Chaos: OH MY LANTA! Did you get into my vet supplies and draw a demon summoning circle with animal blood????
Sarah: JELL-O!
Death Trap: It’s not a demon summoning … is it a demon summoning circle? I was trying to open a gateway to hell… and yeah it’s Funaki’s strawberry gelatin, thinned out. I’m not a monster.
Dr. Chaos: Evidence to the contrary. I mean look at this! The candles are all wrong. Too tall, wrong wax, no incense? The placement is all messed up…
Mistress Discipline: And you call these runes? They look like they were drawn by a teenager …
Sarah: Present!
Dr. Chaos: And this is rock salt! You’d NEVER get attention from hell like this. And where is Funaki! Left explicit instructions to NOT let you do something silly like this!
Sarah: Human Sacrifice!
*Mistress and Chaos nearly drop the ice cream meant for Sarah, but she dives and catches it before attacking the bag like a tiger with its prey. The adult women blink for a moment before looking to their right and finding Funaki tied to a rolling desk chair, in poodle costume, mouth duct taped shut, crying. There is a sign on it saying: For Santa, a gift.*
Mistress Discipline: Santa?
Death Trap: As it turns out, having someone write their own epitaph is poor practice …
*Chaos sighs and goes to untie Funaki while Mistress grabs DT and pulls him into the kitchen. She opens the fridge and grabs a lemon seltzer, tossing DT a Coke Zero.*
Mistress Discipline: Alright, mister. Why are you introducing young Sarah to the occult?
Death Trap: What? She gave ME the idea. She wanted to bargain with the devil for a PS5, and a different rat hat, whatever that is. She said filming the seance would be good publicity for the instantaneous gram.
*Mistress blinks in disbelief at her clueless man-child of a husband.*
Dr. Chaos: *From outside the room* SARAH! We do not trade a man’s soul for clout and video games. … You can get way more than that, even with such a substandard offering.
Mistress Discipline: And you agreed to this charade for what reason exactly?
Death Trap: I wanted the X*Crown.
Mistress Discipline: That is foolish. Why would you think bargaining with Lucifer would earn you a title?
Death Trap: Spike Kane. He went from never quite good enough, to winning the X*Crown … twice. All he had to do was die and be sent back by the devil. Hell, it was literally his task to get the title upon returning! And as we established, dying isn’t an option. My resurrection could be slow, and I might miss the rumble. Also why would a scion like myself go to hell instead of heaven. We all know the big guy won’t interfere in competitions. Hell, he lost to Vince and Shane McMahon in a wrestling match, wouldn’t even let Shawn Michaels tag him in!
Mistress Discipline: One. I distinctly recall you telling me about angels assisting a team in its outfield. Two. That is correct, no dying for you mister. Three. You keep using that word, scion. It does not mean what you seem to think it means.
Death Trap: NANI!?
Death Trap: 2006 … I’m sure you remember that year fondly. Sure it wasn’t for the X*Crown at the time, but that is when you managed to outdo me, Spike.
*DT is seen walking along a trail in the Grandfather Mountain State Park. We get very picturesque views behind him of mountains with clouds drifting behind them, below the level of the camera. Nearby, there are some animal exhibits of the local fauna of the Appalachian mountains; bears, bald eagles, deer, and the like. It’s quite a nice park. What we don’t seem to see are any hoards of fans bunching around the XHF legend and CAR superstar. There are a few people paying attention to the animals, and some people clearly aware of who he is and giving him a wide berth. DT seems not to notice this behavior.*
Death Trap: We met in the rumble, title opportunity for the XHF World Heavyweight title on the line, final two after a grueling showcase. We were both exhausted and neither one of us would quit. Of course I had come in at number 15 … you at number 51, despite the announcer saying fifty … Iron Man DT. The only man to be Ironman twice. I had been in for nearly an hour when you first came running to the ring…MGK, AJ Phoenix, you and me. And the two better men ended up in the final two. I was too tired, my dropkicks didn’t break your grip on the top rope. And as a younger, more foolish man, I tried to get pretty and got an avalanche Spike Impaler for my troubles.
*DT smirks as he stops and looks at the camera, tongue in cheek. Behind him, some parents are leading their kids away from DT, clearly having seen his End of Days tourney and his efforts at the memorial show. A few, less in-the-know fans mumble and point as they recognize him.*
Death Trap: But it wasn’t enough, was it? Even back then, before the legend of the man with the most stamina and endurance in the business, I was fucking amazing. But I was not wise. Forgetting my exhaustion, I had you in a submission that I could have leveraged to get you over the top rope. And instead I chose to get fancy. I missed a top rope move and from there it was academic. Devastating. And my last real gasp in the old XHF. The head injuries made sure of that.
*A young child in a bowler hat and a Mistress Discipline blouse runs up to DT and begs for an autograph. DT smiles and signs her hat. The child’s father runs up and picks her up before looking at DT … he shakes his head at him and walks away.*
Death Trap: Well that was odd. I guess being in the presence of the sc- *he pauses* - uh the … best technical wrestler on the planet must be intimidating.
*Satisfied with his excuse, DT begins the trek up the mountain via the road. He slowly climbs it as cars go by. A few cars honk at him, someone yells out a window, “FUCK YOU!” DT pauses to look at the Jack Diamond decal on the window of the car as it climbs the road.*
Death Trap: Curfew? Shit, I best hurry to the top then.
*DT picks up the pace as he reaches the summit parking lot where a small gift shop and museum sits leading to the legendary Mile High Swinging Bridge, google it it’s cool man.*
Death Trap: Spike, I have never forgotten that night. I’ve come close to winning this match on three occasions, all of which tested my endurance, my strength, and my convictions. But you never get over the first time. We haven’t had the occasion to wrestle much since then, have we? Crying shame if you ask me, we could tear the house down. But I’m a wiser, smarter, better version of myself than I was back then. I’ve become a two time X*Crown champion. I’ve become a two time MCCW World Champion. I’ve become a Hall of Famer. My wife and I are the best damn tag team in the universe. NOT CHAOS THEORY, NOT THE BANG BROS, NOT THE FUCKING PURPLE EMPERORS. And hey, you’ve managed to win that X*Crown title twice as well. Congrats. Unlike some other vulpine or eastern European champions … you actually deserve it. Your name carries weight because you have built a resume, you have built a body of work that is unencroachable, undeniable.
*A cluster of tourists walks past DT. They bump him as they go by and he nearly stumbles off the path into a pile of dog poop.*
Death Trap: HEY! Watch where you’re going! These shoes are expensive! Whatever happened to respect for important people? I bet you all forgave Bloodied Fox too. YOU’RE A DISGRACE TO SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY AND WRESTLING FANS! *mumbling* Hope they fall off the bridge.
*DT enters the museum/gift shop and looks around. He beelines it to the elevator to go up to the bridge.*
Death Trap: Respect goes a long way, Spike. And unlike most of the people signed up for this event, you have mine. But that means that I will give you everything I have. No holding back. No mistakes. You can’t rewrite history and correct the wrongs of the past with mistakes. I have a rare opportunity to overwrite two of my most souleating losses. I have a chance to once again, write my place as the greatest ever. You have your hands on something that is supposed to be mine, or my wife’s. That title was stolen from us by someone. This time things will be different. Since that last rumble, I’ve become a bona fide legend, and I have built an unshakable rapport with my fans. I have cultivated a relationship with a most trusted ally. I can’t help but notice that there is no Kanyon, Combatiente, Velez, or Price in this rumble with you. There are no friends of the X*Crown champ here. But I? I have the best ally of all. The two of us are unstoppable. Maybe you should go back to hell-
*A man in a Fox shirt walks by as DT says this and gets in his face*
FoxFan: Hey screw you! Fox wasn’t in hell! He was mind controlled. He’s good again! What’s your excuse buttwipe?
Death Trap: Buttwipe … are you three? I wasn’t referring to Fox. But people like him most DEFINITELY go to hell.
FoxFan: WHAT? Oh you homophobic bastard!
*He storms off to go write an angry blog post*
Death Trap: Homoph- I MEANT MURDERERS YOU MORON! You know what, maybe Spike can clear this all up for us? Spike, as a man who lives in hell, you should know. At what level is Fox? Like is he with the WORST of humanity? Like the people who run dog fights?
*DT heads up the elevator and emerges in the vestibule to the bridge. He stands in front of the taxidermy bear that shows people the size of the American Grizzly bear. It makes DT look small by comparison, like looking at Fox next to DT.*
Death Trap: Spike, nobody has ever won the rumble twice. Just like nobody had ever won End of Days twice. The two big competitions that we carried over from the old XHF. Long considered too grueling and strenuous to ever be won more than once. They leave a mark on your body and soul. But … I am extraordinary. I am not just a paragon in terms of morality and outlook here in the Network. I am a singularly unique individual. The top of the class, if you will. While you had to die in the ring trying to reach the levels I have reached, had to literally go to hell to force your way to the top, talk about artificial enhancement… heh. I was able to improve au naturale. Without sacrificing who I am. While always giving the fans the best show. While remaining the top draw. I didn’t need to fucking die to get people to care about me. And I certainly didn’t have to send my own brother to hell … or a beloved driver … or ruin my own marriage … And here, 18 years after our first rumble meetup, I am still improving, making history. I will make sure you do not become the first two-time rumble winner.
*DT walks out the door and moves onto the Mile High Swinging Bridge, nearly knocking the guy in the Fox shirt off the mountain in the process. He stands in the middle as the wind swings the bridge. He soaks it in and laughs*
Death Trap: Here I stand, a mile above the world. Here, the paragon of the XHF, the Main Attraction, the Top of the Class. A convenient and appropriate metaphor for my talent and reputation. I stand a mile above anyone else. My wife and I, we will run this rumble. Come hell or high water, I will have my title back. I will finally have my rumble glory. And you and Fox can run crying back to hell and complain to Satan about the glorious beacon of light that embarrassed everyone. Coming in last won’t save you. Being the incumbent champ won’t help you. While you both build highways to hell, I build bridges connecting us to our fans, connecting the current era to the past, paving a way for those who come later to follow in my footsteps and safely cross the chasm.
*He lowers his arms and looks around, no people are willing to step on the bridge with him there. He smirks and shakes his head, clearly afraid of greatness they are. He moves back to the beginning of the bridge to begin his walk down the mountain.*
Death Trap: Spike, you and the rest of this rumble need to get on our level. Mistress and I are not just called Top of the Class because it’s a snappy name. It’s the truth. And we are correcting the errors of the past. Fixing the mistakes of history. In 2006, I made a mistake in underestimating you, and underestimating my exhaustion. In previous rumbles, we have focused on personal glory instead of working together, we forgot to be prepared for the inevitable outside interference of less reputable folks. This year? We fix it all. I will toss YOU over the top rope. I will toss FOX over the top rope. I’d toss Zoran and Caffrey out but as far as I know they are both in hell. You uh, you can skip saying hi to them, nobody loves them. This year, Spike, I exorcise the ghosts of the old XHF. I will have my rumble victory that I should have had three times previous. I will have the spotlight I was owed! I will have my X*Crown title back! I will be the third three time champion. And then I will hold onto that belt longer than Dylan Black. I will etch my name in history. As it SHOULD be. The Paragon of XHF, the Main Attraction, the Top of the Class, the X*CROWN CHAMPION! There is no force in heaven or hell … that will stop us.
*DT walks away and we fade out*
