: Prelude:
Thursday, August 23rd 2018. 7:30 P.M. Philadelphia, Pennslyvania.
*The scene opens to the display of a black velveteen curtain hanging in the background, the infamous logo of Xtreme Wrestling Federation plastered front and center of the background as suddenly walks into the foreground appears to be a man of Latino descent, standing at 6'5, looking to have weighed over the three hundred pound area as his appearance was largely husky and bulk, he looks dressed down in a three piece black suit, his back turned towards the camera as he is keeping his identity a mystery from the camera. The mysterious man appears to be holding the palms of his hands together as he stared at the XWF logo that was in front of him. A few brief moments later, an on screen coordinator walks to the foreground as he appears to hand over a pile of papers over to the man, the papers looked to have been instructions for the show that was on cue for tonight as suddenly he snatches the large sheets of paper away, nearly taking the arm of the coordinator in the process.
"What the hell is this?" The man spoke, his tone full of veracity and venom as he tosses the papers straight to the floor at the much inferior man. The smaller coordinator shook at the sound of the man's voice, looking petrified and timid as he begun to uncontrollably shake as suddenly the large man grasp his large hand around the throat of the coordinator with such force, he nearly breaks his neck on the spot. The coordinator gasps for air, his eyes widened in horror and fear as he could feel the life being drained out of his body as his oxygen was getting shorter and shorter with every squeeze that came from the man's enormous grasp."
"Just who in the hell do you think you are? You think you run this show? You think you can order me around and have things go your way? Do you have any idea on who the hell I am? DO YOU?! The man wasted no time in awaiting an answer as he places both of his hands around the throat of the man as he effortlessly tosses him over the desk, the coordinator's body slamming hard against the surface of the marble floorboards, the sound of his body hitting the floor makes a hard thud that barely echoes around the proximity of the room.*
*The imposing figure slowly walks around from his desk as he looms over the barely conscious coordinator who extends his arms out in what looked to have been for a last plead of mercy from the man who carelessly places his boot right over the throat of the coordinator as he watches him gasp and gasp for his last breath of air. The imposing man leans closer as he watches the eyes of the coordinator bulge and bulge wide, almost turning red completely as he began to lose consciousness. The large man suddenly and shockingly releases his foot from the throat of the smaller man who immediately clutches onto his throat, coughing loudly and painfully as a small tread of blood pours from out of the mouth of the coordinator. Meanwhile, the imposing figure looms over the fallen coordinator as he adjusts the cufflinks to his black velvet suit, straightening out his tie to the utmost of perfection as he brushes off his suit as he looms over the coordinator.
"Now for you to get the message. This is my show. This is my house! Corro esta puta mierda! ¡Lo tengo todo! ¡¿Me entiendes?! Usted pedazo de basura inútil" The man spoke grabbing the collar to the coordinator's shirt, pulling him up as he glares right into the eyes of the man, the large man's eyes filled with anger, rage and venom as he raises his hand, thunderously slapping his palm right across the face of the coordinator as he quickly throws another ruthless open hand palm strike, nearly decapitating the head of the coordinator from his shoulders as he slams the back of his head against the marbled floorboard, knocking him unconscious as a small puddle of blood forms from the back of the coordinator's hand. "My name is Armando Cyrus…I run this business, I own this business! Don't anyone or anything tells me what to do or how to do it. I am the original Lucha Warrior to this sport of professional wrestling. I own Xtreme Wrestling Federation, I am the Xtreme Wrestling Federation! Now, if you excuse me, I have a show to run. My way, my fashion and there isn't a damn thing that you or anyone can do except to learn to love it and learn to live with it. Clean your damn self up, puto."
"Armando spoke with utter disgust, pulling the white colored hankerchief from his jacket pocket, wiping away the sweat from around his hands and jewels that were on his fingers and wrist as he tosses the now smudged and dirty handkerchief right across the face of the coordinator as Armando rises up to his feet, straightening out his hair as he could hear the faint cheers from the XWF faithful as they began to pile up within the South Philadelphia Sports Complex, the excitement beginning to run through the course of the veins of Armando as he adjusts the remaining errors of his suit, stepping over the lifeless body of the coordinator as he grabs the door handle, pulling it open as he steps out of the roo, standing in the doorway. "Lights out, bitch." Armando spoke, flickering the switch, turning the lights out to the room as a sea of darkness surrounds the office as Armando gives one last evil grin across his face as he steps out of the doorway, slamming the door behind him, closing it shut as the chorus to the Xtreme Warfare song began to play over the P.A system in the background*
XWF Xtreme Warfare August 23rd 2018.
The Palestra.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Black and blue I crawl along The wreckage of what now is gone Back to you to fight another day I'll go on and on and on and on [Chorus] I'm facing the demons I created with every last part of me The pain will fade And I'll go on and on and on and on I'm facing the demons I created with every last part of me The pain will fade And I'll go on and on and on and on Black and blue I crawl to you Black and blue I crawl to you…
*The camera open up to a jam packed audience all standing up on their feet in The Palestra, the bright row of ceiling lights shinned around the entire audience, all 8,325 stood to the top of their tippy toes with love and excitement and support for the company that they loved in XWF. The cameras rotated all over the arena, showcasing them off as the camera panned down to the new color commentators of Xtreme Wrestling Federation, Eddie Rodriguez and Jessica Sanders. "Welcome all to the new and improved Xtreme Warfare! We're here, we're back! It's been three years of struggle, three years of triumph and tragedy put all together in one but we are back and are in business and there isn't anything that can stop us now!" Eddie spoke with passion and excitement. "I'll have to agree with you on that point there, Mr. Rodriguez. We may be new and improved, we may have a new look but we still maintain the same passion, the same intensity and the same fire that has been within us the whole time and there won't be a soul walking this earth that's going to extinguish us anytime soon. Let's get right to action!" Jessica said with intensity and equal passion as Eddie.
The scene cuts to the center of the ring as the ring announcer, Daniel Brooks stood at the center of the ring as looming in the corner was the new owner of Xtreme Wrestling Federation in Armando Cyrus as he looked to have been holding a new championship title over his shoulder, the XWF ring was a four sided ring, the ropes were of red coloring, and the canvas was black as a large white XWF logo wrapped in barbed wire was at the center of the canvas. Daniel stood at the center of the ring, a widen smile plastered across his face as he raises the microphone up to his lips as he started to talk when interrupted by the loud chants from the rabid Philadelphia audience.*
"XWF! XWF! XWF! XWF! XWF! XWF!"
Daniel- "WELCOME TO XTREME WARFARE, EVERYBODY!"
*The audience cheers loudly and thunderously*
Daniel-"Tonight, we are here to kick ass and raise hell in this son of a bitch! We're here to give you the most exciting, action packed, nonstop thrill of professional wrestling that only the Xtreme Wrestling Federation can provide for each and every single one of you sitting here and for each one of you that's watching at home with your loved ones at this very moment. We are…"
*Armando Cyrus suddenly storms forward, snatching the microphone from out of the grasp of Daniel who looked taken aback from the actions of the new owner to Xtreme Wrestling Federation.*
Armando-"That's enough, Daniel. You did a..decent job of announcing the show. So, you can just go and take your place right there by the announcer's booth and let me finish the rest of the job for you. Good, go ahead and walk that way."
*Daniel slowly walks from out of the ring as he goes to take his place by the announcer's booth as he takes his seat, Armando never once took his gaze off of him, hoping for just a tad of insubordination to come from Brooks. The Philadelphia crowd groans in disgust at the sight of Armando as he stood at the center of the ring as he pulls down the championship title from his shoulder as he raises it up over his head. The newly designed title was a black strap with four black side plates with the XWF logo in red as the center of the title was a golden circular plate, a large skull placed at the center to the centerplate, red glowing eyes were on the skull as the title shined bright fully in the radiating lights reflecting from the ceiling spotlights. Armando lowers the title down by his side*
Armando-"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you all, the brand new Xtreme Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Championship! This represents a new beginning for this company. A new era of change for this business as an entirety. Now this title doesn't just represent the men but also the ladies as well. You see, while the mainstream cats are afraid to go this route, I could give two flying fucks so this company will introduce intergender wrestling to the forefront of this industry starting tonight! Now, tonight, there's going to be a 12 person tournament that will culminate as XWF's first PPV since its return called "Resurrection" on Sunday night, September the 16th live from El Paso, Texas! There's going to be four matches taking place over the next three weeks for this tournament and the finalists will collide at Resurrection in the main event. The matches that are going to take place tonight are…"The Supernova" Kailene Starr vs. Maxine Helmsley, Detrick Cyrus, "The Lucha Warrior" vs. Alex Carter, A former XWF Heavyweight Champion in Ryan Keys vs. Jaden Cage, this should be interesting..hehe, "The Extreme Kidd" Eddie Styles versus…his own little cousin Katrina Love in the main event tonight, the first intergender match to take place right here tonight! Now let's get..wait a second. I never did say what this tournament was going to be for. You see, this tournament is for..the #1 contendership at a shot for this World Heavyweight Title."
Rodriguez-"What's…what is Armando Cyrus talking about?"
Jessica-"I don't know but it doesn't sound exactly innocent."
Armando-"You see, I'm not exactly confident in one of the tournament matches going down tonight because there's no need for it to happen. That's because I've found the right man to hold this World Heavyweight Title. He has all of the qualities, all of the talent and all of the abilities to be a World Heavyweight Champion that he shouldn't wait his turn. Ladies and gentlemen, your XWF Heavyweight Champion of the goddamn world, ….Detrick Cyrus!"
Rodriguez-"What?! What the hell is this?! Did…has Detrick Cyrus sold out?! *
"We Lie, We Cheat, We Steal" plays over the intercom as Detrick Cyrus walks out with a shocked and confused expression across his face as he walked down the ramp, many of the fans in the front rows already judging him with looks of curiosity and some of disgust written on their faces as Detrick rolls underneath the ring ropes, getting to his feet as he storms towards Armando who suddenly embraces Detrick with a strong hug, a wicked grin right across the face of Armando as he backed away, raising the arm of Detrick. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, your World Heavyweight…" Before Armando could finish his statement, Detrick snatches the microphone from out of the hands of his own look on Detrick's face could tell that he was damn near about to commit live murder on television as Armando looks dumbfounded at the shocking behavior of his nephew.*
Detrick-"What in the hell do you think you are doing?! Handing over a World Heavyweight Title to me of all people? You know that I don't want to win my first taste of XWF gold that way, I don't want to go down that route! What makes you even think for a single second that I'd dare throw away my legacy, my hard work by associating myself with the likes of you? After everything you've done to…"
Armando-"Everything I've done was for you! If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here! You'd be stuck down in some gutter in El Paso, cooking tacos and burritos for the rest of those lowlifes down there, wasting away their lives for minimum wage! Again, you ought to be thanking me for everything I've done. Who gave you the Lucha Warrior name? Your little mommy? Your daddy? Your…"
Detrick-"It sure as hell wasn't your ass. I am a Lucha Warrior and as a Warrior, if I'm going to become the XWF Heavyweight Champion, I want to do it on my own terms, my own way, my own damn self, do you understand what I'm saying to you?! ¿Recibes el mensaje "tío"?" Crowd-"Detrick! Detrick! Detrick!"
Armando-"Okay, I got you. I understand where you're coming from, man. I really do. You want the XWF Heavyweight Championship, you earn it your way. Your match with Alex Carter still stands. As a matter of fact, that match starts now actually. Just turn around, nephew."
Detrick spins around and is met with the Cashout from Alex Carter! A sneak attack from Alex! Was this a damn setup?! Carter quickly stomps down his boots right to the chest of Detrick. The Philadelphia crowd is absolutely livid by what they are witnessing before their very eyes! Alex picks up Detrick as he irish whips him off of the ropes as he hits a spinning heel kick right between the eyes of Cyrus as Armando looks on in a pleased manner, watching Alex Carter, this lowlife pick apart his family right in front of him! Alex goes to pull Detrick up by the head but is met with a forearm driven right into his gut from Detrick! Another forearm! Another forearm and it staggers Alex Carter back to the ropes!
Detrick sprints up to his feet and sends Carter over the top rope with a fiery clothesline! The Lucha Warrior is coming back! As Alex Carter is staggering to his feet on the outside, Detrick bounces up and down, preparing for some type of aerial attack on Carter as Detrick began to run in the opposite direction, He is nailed with a thunderous big boot from Armando! What the hell is this about?! How is conduct becoming of the owner of Xtreme Wrestling Federation?! Armando spits right in the face of Detrick as he began to leave the ring, signaling a referee to run down the ring. The referee speeds down the ring at the discretion of Armando Cyrus as Alex Carter rolls into the ring and hooks the leg of Detrick! No, this cannot be it! This should not end this way!
The bell has been signaled! 1…2…NO! Detrick got his shoulder up at the last moment and both Alex Carter and Armando Cyrus are absolutely shocked at the heart of Detrick Cyrus! Can Detrick get his head by into the game?! Can Detrick advance to the quarter finals and overcome the odds or is it destined for Alex Carter?
To be continued.