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John_Black · **07-31-2026, 04:39 PM**

[It shows clips and montage of JB and his exploits in the XWF, then it transitions to a dancefloor where people are in metal masks, and robes to the night. Then the music stops, then we see two masked men bring a bodybag, then they place it on an operating table. As they open the bag, it shows a woman who resembles an eerie doppelganger of “Garisha” (legally different from the Graves Co N’ Friends Garisha). Then we see her squirming on the table, as one of the metal masked men lifts a huge ax towards her.]

“STOP THIS SHIT CUHHH!”

[Then JB shows up to the cult room, and one of them stops from coming near to the "sacrifice" .]

“It must be done, for the betterment of Thug-A-Nomicon…”

“Who da hell set the order for this?”

Then we see “T” in nothing but shorts and a wifebeater shirt, looking like a homeless “jeezus” guy from botchamina.

“I did (urpp)... i…i did!”

“I told yo ass specifically not to do that, due not paying the rights towards Malachi group. How did you get this woman here?”

“Simple i….*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*... then…. *BEEEEEEP* “

“Dude I told you not to urrp…. With this *BEEP*”

[“T” then tells the cult members to unleash her, but one of them sedates her and send her to “T” side of the club.]

“JB…fuck you!”

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[It cuts to an nWo style promo, shot black and white, with just JB holding a baseball bat looking calm. As he speaks, it cuts with him destroying XWF merch around him.]

“Tell you all the truth, why did I decide to come back to wrestle? For the money?... for the titles?... nah, that isn’t in my foreground, oh no. I want to inject some thuganomics into this lovely company. The same company that once put me on some pedestal, shit i remember i was so hungry to be accepted by the people here, backstage and in the ring. What did that get me?

Being ghosted by two no name fuckwads during a brief time in the Six Man Tag scene…

Having a barely week long run as X-Treme champion, which i tried to give exposure towards to the public event…

Never let me in on the whole War Games scene back when there was actual competition trying to kill this company all those years ago…

Not given any time to speak my mind on air, I just get turned away by the producers…

At least of all, not ever a rematch or even contendership to that so-called Revolution Championship, or even getting my hands on those tag belts with Tommy and Reggie…

Sleepless nights in hotels, trying to not strangle a fan or haters at an airport at 3am for an autograph that doesn't mean shit but to make a dolla out of my name…

Overall my friends, i really asked this question to the universe, should i stay or should i go. These fans who were with me during my highs and lows, gave me a reason why I should continue on this wrestling path, a path of broken promises and dreams. I knew getting into this business, you ain't guaranteed a damn thing but a paycheck, and exposure. So when I see all these new wrestlers here, I think they are only in for the wrong reasons.

Hey, I'm not perfect, I had the same mindset as those who desire to be on main events or even in contenderships…but now, those days are dead. I can give them my word if I can come to these shows or not, and this time I made the decision to give them my word.”

It cuts to more items being destroyed with a bat, including a replica of a “Blade” sword being shattered to pieces on the floor.

“Truth be told my people, I might be getting too old or not being as in demand. Even though they put in their hall of fame as a .38 special; I still feel no love from them. I may not be a Dyson or Fetu type of man in this fed. Hell, I'm taking on someone who’s name I can't bother to pronounce!

It is Larsheeka?….

Zarnisha?....”

[I pull out a book full of nordic names, as I flip to each page, I find the name I was looking for.]

“GARISHA!....

Apparently she’s affiliated with Malachi Graves and others, and has this aura of her being a demon, but being greener than 2 dolla hoe off of the LA Strip. A so-called disposable of some Dr and some busta dude named Judd. Also, has a height taller than me, so I'm guessing she’s those failed Bioweapons from Raccoon City or that umbrella corp, because I've never ever heard of that person in my life. I’ve dealt with people like her so many times, all spooks no frills i’d personally say.

Your handler Judd, claims that you aren’t liable if a wrestler gets hurt?...

Nothing of value will be lost?...

The only thing that’s lost is your soul purpose of being here, i know you’d rather be a test subject in some cage than go against me. I know being locked away in some facility is your way of avoiding what is real, and what's real right now is your lack of in ring awareness that will be your own downfall, maybe if Judd or that doctor gave you the W-Virus you’d be worth a damn to wrestle in, even if they mutate your cells into a glob of flesh type of shit that even fans wouldn’t recognize.

So Garnisha, im not afraid of you, or your little crew, because unlike Dyson i don’t need a big posse to fuck up a failed bio weapon like youself, you might need your crew to defend you against me because just Judd pointed….nothing of value will be lost.. If i beat you down so badly that even your Doc can’t even rearrange your face. You’re fucking with a man who has nothing to lose even as a opener match, just so i can leave you in a pool of your blood while i ride the arena out with a smile on my face at what caused in that ring.

Win or Lose…

I’mm sending you back where you belong..

WORD IS BOND!”

[From there it cuts to static, then it abruptly cuts itself off.]

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