01-23-2026, 07:51 PM
“A very happy belated birthday to my upcoming opponent Reginald. Last month, you entered the final year of your thirties and as your career is in its waning years, you made the choice to move out of the United States. I don’t blame you. I too chose to leave my country of origin. It’s strange at first, but exciting, right? Tell me, as you approach your forties, do you find yourself feeling reflective? Do you look back on your career with fondness? Any regrets? By removing yourself from the day-to-day and taking bookings on the lucha scene, have you found some measure of peace? I don’t condone the evils that this administration is doing in the name of their god. It’s true that religion is an opiate of the masses. I will rip you away from your family, in Jesus name. Pitiful, really.”
“I have been separate from my country so long that it feels foreign. Home is not so much where I am, but the company I keep. That is another change, right Reginald? You have distanced yourself from your brethren in the T.H.U.G.S. Never one to back down from a fight, but you find yourself flying solo, without your war dogs. You fancy yourself a revolutionary, and yet you have never won the Revolution title. Your brother JB has. Though you are a 3 time X-Treme champion, Tommy is the one most people associate with X-Treme matches. While you are the scrappy perennial underdog, always getting the crowd behind him but never quite winning when it counts, I personally spent my last defense of this title beating Mr. Oz in an X-Treme rules match and then again in a tables match.”
“Throw any insane match type at me and I won’t hesitate to do what’s needed to win. Just ask Latoya Hixx. Ask Summer Page. Ask Thunder Knuckles or Mister Oz. When it comes to Snow Pain, Snow Gain in the frozen tundra of Antarctica, I look forward to facing you for the first time. It’s refreshing to be facing someone new. In fact, I actually like you, Reginald. I respect you. But despite that, I won’t think twice about locking you inside an ice chest and possibly reducing your life span by a few years. I don’t need to shift into second or third gear to accept that reality. I’m already here. I’ve looked death in the face and spat. I am not afraid to die. I embrace it. Can you say the same?”
“When it comes to a bench player on the already third-string stable that despite being around XWF for longer than most, has failed to capture anything meaningful or long-term. Six months is how long I’ve been here and I’ve already captured both the Revolution title and the Anarchy tag team title, a belt that I believe the T.H.U.G.S. have only contended for. In fact, I unseated the longest running champions to win the Anarchy tag titles and as I continue to retain, I am close to becoming the longest reigning Revolution champion. I say this not to brag, but to show that in a short amount of time, I’ve accomplished more than most and I’m not finished. You may have heart and grit, but it’s not enough to pry this title from me. You’ll have to put me on ice and slam the door shut. You'll have to make peace with doing that to another human. I already have. I don’t think you’re ready, Reginald. But I welcome you to try. Let us dance a violent dance, Señor Estrada and if you have what it takes, I will offer my hand in congratulations.”
“Are the preparations ready?” Asks XXXVI.
“Yes, the training exercise is fully set up for you,” says CIX.
He looks at her before heading in. “Wish me luck?”
She looks back at him fondly, “I have faith in you.”
He rolls his eyes and makes his way inside.
The room is an obstacle course, encased in ice. XXXVI begins to shiver immediately. He tries to shake it off as he leaps over the first hurdle. He clears it, lands on the icy floor and slides a few inches. He steadies himself and moves forward.
Next is a ropes course. He steps onto the icy rope and makes his way across carefully, an open chasm below. Halfway through, another masked man emerges, X. He comes from the other side of the rope and shakes it, causing XXXVI to falter. XXXVI picks up the pace and finds himself slipping. He falls face down on the ropes. X approaches, himself being cautious. XXXVI tries to use the vertical ropes to pull himself up as X reaches for his arms. Before he can get there, XXXVI pulls himself forward and slides underneath X, moving to the other side of the ropes course.
He enters a doorway and immediately gets hit with a cutter. Another masked man, O was ready and XXXVI wasn’t.
“You have to prep for everything, weapon. Reggie Estrada could hit you with the Calcuto Cutter and then throw you in the ice box. You need to be aware at all times.” O says.
He helps XXXVI up. XXXVI brushes himself off. He moves to the next room. In it is a wrestling ring, surrounded by ice. Beside the ring is an ice box, just like the one he’ll be using at Vostok Station. In the ring is Square, The Director’s masked minion who is built like a linebacker. XXXVI has faced bigger men before. He steps into the ring. Square lunges toward him. XXXVI dodges. XXXVI kicks, but Square catches his leg. He hoists XXXVI up and tosses him over the top rope into the ice box! He gives chase, careful not to fall upon exiting the ring. He tries to slam the door shut, but XXXVI blocks it.
XXXVI bursts out like a xenomorph. Butterfly suplex! XXXVI closes the box. He puts on the lock, as the screams bubble underneath.
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