no one is safe

Manchester, UK

moments after Adam Garcia is crowned the UWK Champion

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“These dumb English dolts honestly thought the ‘Mad Bull’ could be stopped tonight. What an absolute joke. You should have seen the look on their faces when you hit Canterbury with the Grand Finale!” exclaimed Reid Ashford. Ashford, with a smile on his face, threw his arm around the newly crowned UWK Champion. Josh Mac and “Patient Zero” Jack McGrath followed closely behind. The four strutted through the back halls of the Connie Gibbs Arena in Manchester, England.

The adrenaline rushing through Adam Garcia was electric. He had just won his first ever Championship, and soon after pledged his allegiance to CØNTAGIØN. He proudly wore the faction’s t-shirt, and had the Heavyweight strap around his waist. Various stage hands and vendors darted out of their way as the four walked menacingly towards the locker rooms.

“Brother - I’m so fucking proud of you,” McGrath said. “We couldn’t have picked a better moment for you to come aboard. We’re growing stronger and stronger, and soon the rest of RAZOR Wrestling will understand the brutality and violence that we are all about. Those UWK fucks learned first-hand tonight.”

‘The Mad Bull’ smirked, and nodded confidently.

McGrath continued, “And, look at us… we’re stacked with Gold. The takeover is real, and the infection is just beginning to spread…” McGrath pats Garcia on the back triumphantly.

“Amen to that, hermano! Three World titles in just one faction, and hell, I’m sure lil’ rookie here might win one soon, too,” García declared, smiling while looking at Josh Mac. “

Ultimate confidence radiated off all four members of CØNTAGIØN. Even as they enjoyed the moment, they had their minds firmly set on the future.

No one was safe.

09.29.23

Guadalajara, México

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Jack McGrath and Adam Garcia are holed up in a quiet bar room in Guadalajara, Mexico. The lights are dim, and the quiet hum of mariachi plays over the jukebox. The two members of CØNTAGIØN have been sitting here for quite some time, sipping on local tequila.

“So, why’d you do it, man? What truly motivated you to join up with the three of us?” McGrath asked.

Garcia finished his tequila shot before opening his heart, “Look, I’ve been in RAZOR for how long? Probably half a year by now. I’ve made many enemies, and few friends. Hell, the only guy who spoke to me before you guys appeared was Brick. And then with Contagion, for the first time in my life, I realized there are people out there willing to fight on my side.”

He sighed, and continued, “I’ve put my body through hell and back for these couple months., They even tried to burn me alive, but now I have three brothers that will make this shithole of a company a better place.”

“I hear that, Adam. RAZOR Wrestling is the most vile and twisted promotion in the world right now. And, the only way we’re going to stay on top is if we continue to prove that we’re worse. Next Saturday we have the Lucha Atómica match against those lucha rejects. Let’s make a fucking statement in Palacio Dorado,” replied McGrath.

“Oido cocina jefe! Let's give them hell!” Garcia jokingly answered. “By the way, a small suggestion based on my own experience, Halcón and Sombra will most likely become useless as soon as we tear their masks off, probably worth a try. My guess is that the Consortium decided to stop overestimating us, ‘cause they sent a bunch of ex-champs our way.”

McGrath nodded slowly, taking a sip of his drink and imagining the terror CØNTAGIØN would unleash next week.

“By the way Jack, why’d you choose me?” Garcia inquired.

‘Patient Zero’ paused, rubbing his beard, and looked Garcia in the eyes. “Because you like to hurt people, Adam. You take pleasure in it. You’re not here for a paycheck. You’re just like me, you want to be the very best… and you won’t let anything, or anyone stop you…”

“Damn right,” Garcia declared. “You’re damn right…”