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Chapter XIII: Mettle - XXXVI - 01-06-2026
“You look like hell,” says XXXVI.
The Director stands across from him in a training ring, clad in his mask, black sweat pants and wrestling boots. Scars adorn his back and chest. “Yeah, and you’re fresh as a daisy.”
He lunges toward XXXVI, who is wearing similar attire. You can see the deep scars on his stomach from being stabbed a few years ago wrestling in Japan.
XXXVI dodges, sending the Director stumbling to the canvas. “Focus!”
The Director gets up and the two masked men size each other up, pacing in circles before XXXVI goes for a leg sweep. The Director jumps over it and lands a punch. “Another loss. It stings. I haven’t been focused.”
XXXVI lands a left hook and leans in, wrenching a headlock. “Yes, I’ve noticed. That’s not like you. Aren’t you the cold, calculating puppet master with the army of minions? What happened to the guy who dethroned Thunder Knuckles and won the Anarchy tag championships with me in his debut?”
“You-know-who happened! I don’t want to talk about it. But actually, I have some more personal things going on outside of here and I’ve been…distracted.” The Director reverses the headlock into a hammerlock, wrenching XXXVI’s arm behind him.
XXXVI smacks him with his other elbow. “Let me guess, another thing you don’t want to talk about? It’s classified or something?”
The Director grabs a chair and catches XXXVI with it in the stomach as he turns around. “You’re the closest thing I’ve had to a brother, you know. I’m not used to sharing. But this stays with me for now.”
XXXVI grabs the other end of the chair and pushes back, sending The Director into the ropes. He drops the chair, rebounds and eats a DDT onto the chair from XXXVI. “Have it your way. However ill-advised our little ‘time travel’ adventure was, it did feel good to share some of my life with a stranger.”
The Director rolls out of the ring and pulls a table out from underneath. He sets it up outside and climbs onto the apron. XXXVI runs and spears him through the ropes and both men crash through the table below!
They lay beside the ring, surrounded by wooden shards. “Thanks for sparring with me. I think it’s time we both step up and show the XWF what we’re truly capable of doing. I don’t think the Corporation has the answers we’re looking for.”
The Director catches his breath. “Perhaps not, but who says I’ve joined? We simply had a common enemy.”
“I’ve beaten you.” XXXVI says as he sits, looking down at the Revolution championship, laid out and shining in front of him.
“Ozymandias, I called you then. It was months ago, but yet it feels like many lifetimes. Since then you’ve become Mr. Anarchy. You demand three matches each week in some attempt to prove your mettle. How many years since you debuted and you’re still plugging away, a workhorse. You won two of those bouts last show and you came close to getting the clean sweep too. Congratulations. You’ve earned a shot at the very belt that I beat you earn my shot for.”
“So in your three match rider this week, you have to face me thrice…possibly. Best of three matches between us to truly see who deserves to hold this title. You’ve traded one family, the B.o.B. for another in the Corporation. You are one of many, hoarding the X-Treme title and passing it round like a blunt. They don’t need you. Look how they barely bat an eyelash when one of their own in Solomon Kline went down. Charlie Nickles only cares about one person…himself.”
“You know what I think, Oswald? I think you need for nothing in life. You have wealth, a thriving city and you are utterly bored. Nothing stimulates you like the thrill of the fight. Before I returned, my life was hell. I couldn’t even think about stepping back into the ring without a bit of a lifeline. I tried to dive into religion, become no one. I was lost. The Director found me. He brought Cierra into my life and I came back to something I loved in my youth. I came home. Perhaps this is your home too. Maybe you don’t leave not because you have anything left to prove, but when you slow down, you realize that all the money and those things you have don’t satisfy. You crave the spotlight. You want the thrill and the risk of it all. You lust not simply for titles, but for attention. In your greed, you wear yourself thin. It’s why you couldn’t overcome Michael Graves. You aren’t content to just face me in a standard match. We have to get extreme. We have to turn the tables on the expectations and if we then find ourselves at a stalemate? We fight until one of us can’t go anymore.”
“Having won two titles since arriving here, I will say there’s a thrill in the chase. The challenge of unseating seemingly unstoppable champions is exciting. Thunder Knuckles was one of those champions and then I beat him. Twice. It wasn’t easy. I honed myself into a weapon. Precise. Calculated. In contrast to brute strength, it’s often a great strategy. You’ve seen what I can do with weapons. Everyone thought it was a fluke when I won this title. It’s true, I fumbled the Anarchy tag team championships, but when Summer Page, who had already pinned me twice, got to choose the stipulation with the title on the line, what happened? She tapped out. To me in pure rules. You see, any type of match that’s thrown at me, even one where I have a hunk of iron over my face and have to fight blind…I will adapt and I will win. I am the champion for a reason and I don’t intend to give it up yet. So, best two out of three? Let’s dance, Oz.”