LIVE EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT! FROM STUDIO 7 - UNIVERSAL STUDIOS - HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA Xtreme Wrestling Federation Presents: Michael McBride - vs - The Big Kahuna Standard Rules No Word Limits Miss Michelle - vs - Kim Anderson - vs - Jenny Myst Bombshell Title Match Standard Rules! 2500 Word Limit James Raven - vs - Chris Chaos Standard Rules 2500 Word Limit MAIN EVENT TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Jack Cain - vs - Neville Sinclair 15 Minute Time Limit 2500 Word Limit

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Michael McBride - vs - The Big Kahuna Standard Rules No Word Limits

We have a barn burner to open up Savage tonight: XWF veteran Michael McBride versus newcomer The Big Kahuna.

I'm told Kahuna is quite popular with the ladies, JR.

Well, hopefully he can ride the wave and doesn't wipe out here tonight.

Ooohhhh, I see what you did there.

The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he hails from Wicklow, Ireland and weighs in at 235 pounds.....MICHAEL MCBRIDE!



You'll Never Beat The Irish By The Wolfe Tones hits over the P.A. system. Michael walks out ready to fight as he checks his gloves. He walks down the ramp and to the steel steps and walks up them. Once at the top he stops and turns around and looks at the crowd and smirks before he steps between the ropes and leans back on the nearest corner, lights up a cigarette and waits for the match to start. 

And his opponent, he hails from Monterey California and weighs in at 175 pounds.....THE BIG KAHUNA!



Dick Dale's - Misirlou begins to play. Ha! Ha! Haaaa! The Big Kahuna walks out just past the entrance and takes in the crowd for a moment. He looks towards the ring and begins to jog out. Kahuna slides into the ring below the bottom rope.

Oh, but wait, wait, wait!

McBride jumps the bell! He grabs Kanuna down by the back of his trunks and starts laying into him with nasty closed fist shots.

McBride not exactly rolling out the welcoming mat here!

McBride backs Kahuna into the corner, still punching him before the ref intervenes and breaks it up. The bell rings and the match is official. Kahuna looks pissed and McBride is ready to fight! McBride taunts Kahuna a little, daring him to lock up. Kahuna goes to move in for the lock-up, but nstead he hits a quick kick to McBrides midsection before dropping to his knees and delivering a big time uppercut. McBride cusses, shaking the pain away as Kahuna advances. The newcomer wraps his arms around McBride in a rear waste lock, but McBride hits him with a back elbow. McBride whips Kahuna into the corner and nails him with a short arm clothesline when he bounces out.

McBride not taking any shit from the newbie. How much time do you think Kahuna spends in the fake and bake?

He's half pacific islander. And I think you're just jealous.

Of what? I get tons of tail JR.

In which alternate dimension?

McBride nails Kahuna with a big time swinging neckbreaker and goes for the cover.

1...

2...NO! Kahuna kicks out with authority!

McBride measures his opponent, waiting for him to get to his feet. He moves in for the attack, but Kauna deftly rolls behind him, again going for the rear waist lock. McBride again goes for the back elbow but Kahuna ducks and muscles the veteran up into a picture perfect german suplex into a bridged pin!

1...

2...MCBRIDE KICKS OUT!

Beautiful suplex from The Big Kahuna.

McBride gets vertical and tries to land a punch, but Kahuna blocks and counters with a blistering chop! McBride tries another punch, and Kahuna counters again with a chop so hard it send the Irishman to the canvas! McBride snaps up to his feet and backs off, Kahuna follows up McBride was suckering him in, dropping him with a quick drop toe hold and then floaring over into a front face lock. Kahuna powers up to his feet and lands a couple blows to Mcbride trying to escape, but McBride powers him up and over into a headlock suplex. McBride doesn't release the hold and deadlifts Kahuna into a second headlock suplex! He goes for another cover....

1....

2....Kahuna kicks out again!

McBride picks Kahuna up and kicks him in the stomach. He lifts him up for a powerbomb but Kahuna slides behind him. McBride is met with a big time enziguri to the back of the head when he turns around, which staggers him! Kahuna irish whips McBride and goes for a clothesline, but McBride ducks under, grabs Kahuna by the head and drops him with a neckbreaker. McBride picks Kahuna up again and tags him with a couple knees to the abdomen. He goes for an overhead belly to belly suplex, but Kahuna blocks and stands his ground, overpowering him and delivering his own belly to belly suplex.

The Big Kahuna may not be one of the bigger guys on the roster, but he has power I'll give him that.

The muscles aren't just for show.

Kahuna stays on his prey, again lighting him up with some big chops followed by a standing dropkick that puts McBride in the corner. Kahuna takes a running leap at McBride, splashing him in the corner before sending him back to the center of the ring with a deep arm drag, followed by a low drop kick to the back of his head! Kahuna forces McBride's shoulders to the mat and pins!

1...

2....McBride kicks out!

Michael McBride is a tough Irish bastard who wouldn't know quit if it bit him in the ass!

He makes a mean car bomb too. I'm referring to the drink, of course.

Kahuna seems to be getting a bit frustrated by his opponent's resilience, and he yells at the ref that his count was too slow. McBride gets up to his feet as Kahuna is distracted. He turns the other man around and tags him with a huge right hook to the jaw! Kahuna stumbles down to one knee! McBride picks him up and hits a successful powerbomb this time! McBride then goes to the top rope!

Can the Irish really fly?

McBride leaps up, intent on a diving headbutt, but Kahuna rolls out of the way just in time and McBride crashes! Kahuna uses the ropes to leverage himself onto his feet. He capitalizes on the downed McBride by deadlifting him by the waist and nailing another picture perfect german suplex, followed by another, and then another!

What's “three amigo's” in pacific islander, JR?

I have no idea, but that was impressive!

Kahuna keeps his grip synched in after the third suplex and bridges into the pin!

1....


2....


3...NO! McBride gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Excellent ring awareness by the veteran! You don't know how hard that is after having your bell rung!

Kahuna again looks frustrated. He smacks the mat, shakes his head and beckons McBride t get to his feet! McBride does, smirking at the young man. He flips Kahuna off! Some of the fans pop, but this does nothing but enrage Kahuna even more! He lunches at McBride, but McBride counters by sending Kahuna face first into the turnbuckle! McBride then school boy's him!

1...


2....Kahuna muscles out!

Both men are a bit slow to get to their feet now, as the mat takes it's toll. McBride attacks first, going for a stiff haymaker. Kahuna takes it to his handsome face, but has it in him to respond with his own punch! They trade punches back and forth until finally McBride seems to get an advantage! McBride then tags Kahuna with a quick scoop powerslam, before pointing to his arm signalling he's going for the Celtic Clothesline! McBride takes a running start at the ropes to gain momentum!! Kahuna slips under the clothesline attempt and grabs McBride from behind.

REVERSE DDT!

Kahuna hooks the leg!















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Three!!!

Winner - The Big Kahuna!

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Miss Michelle - vs - Kim Anderson - vs - Jenny Myst Bombshell Title Match Standard Rules! 2500 Word Limit

[b]Jim Ross: “For two weeks, the Bombshell’s title has been on the line, but now it’s the newly signed Miss Michelle defending her title for the first time. Can Jenny Myst finally get her hands on the most prized possession in the XwF’s women’s division?”

Huey D. Louie: “Jenny Myst is never short when it comes to making friends and her two opponents here tonight are definitely closer to being enemies than friends. Who really cares what Kim thinks anyway, right?”

Jim Ross: “Miss Michelle seems to be bringing a lot of talent and heart with her to XWF. She wants to put women’s wrestling on the forefront!”

Huey D. Louie: “She does and that is exactly what XWF’s bombshells need. They need a leader like Miss Michelle!”

Jim Ross: “Let’s see if she can offer them hope and bring Jenny Myst to her knees. She also wants to humble Jenny Myst!”

Huey D. Louie: “I think we know why the fans don’t particularly like Jenny because of how she spoke about them.”

“The following contest is a triple threat bombshell’s contest and it is for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation’s Bombshell’s Championship! Introducing first, she is a challenger...”



The lights in the arena go purple. Skylar Grey echo's over the loudspeaker.

“Billed from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and standing in at 5 feet, 3 inches… KIM ANDERSON!”

Kim Anderson nervously walks out from behind the entrance curtains as she’s biting her thumb. She starts down the ramp with a mixed reaction from the fans. She smiles and makes her way over to the ring apron. She grabs the bottom rope and pulls herself up and under the bottom rope as she kneels up.

Jim Ross: “Many are wondering why she’s even in this match because there has been a lack of performance quality matches from her.”

Huey D. Louie: “Just say it JR, she sucks and doesn’t belong in this match! She’s not champion caliber and never will be!”

“And introducing the next challenger, she is billed from Las Vegas, Nevada, and standing in at 5 feet even… JENNY MYST!”



Enters the arena when the Drums hit for the first time in her entrance music, Around the 20 second mark. She is usually taunting the fans or pretending to give high fives and the pulling away at the last moment with a sarcastic smirk and an eye roll. When she gets to the ring:



Jim Ross: “Jenny has wanted the title ever since she lost her chance at King of the Ring. Will Savage be dejavu for Jenny Myst?”

Huey D. Louie: “I don’t know where Jenny’s head is at; she’s a ticking timebomb.”

“And introducing the XWF Bombshell’s Champion, billed from Miami, Florida and standing in at 5 feet, 7 inches… MISS MICHELLE!!”



In a very preppy and upbeat tone, "Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful" is shouted over the p.a. system before the infamous "Queen of the Reich" by Queensryche plays over the sound system. The fans immediately stand to their feet and begin cheering as Miss Michelle's newly designed entrance video plays on the big screen. Miss Michelle walks out from the back and she kicks her right leg up as she slides her hands through her dark reddish hair. As she does, she raises her XwF Bombshell’s Championship up over her head. She looks down at her opponents while the fans roar for the champ. Michelle lowers it down and she drapes it down her shoulder. She shakes her head and starts strutting down the ramp as she's saying, "Time to defend what is my!." Miss Michelle makes her way over to the ring apron and lifts herself up using the ropes. She kicks her feet against the apron and flips her hair back before diving under the third rope entering the ring, but pausing over the second. She wiggles her ass as she briefly closes her eyes and licks her lips. She steps over the second rope and jots over to the far corner, climbing to the second rope, and blowing a kiss to the cheering crowd before grabbing her title with both hands and raising it up over her head. She bobs her head while the fans roar. She hops off the second turnbuckle and starts strutting across the ring as she holds her title over her forearm. She eyes her opponents while handing over her title to the referee.

Jim Ross: “Here’s a woman who has vowed to restore dignity, class, and integrity back into the women’s division as well as the championship. Let’s see if she can defend it here tonight.”

Huey D. Louie: “She’s already a better champion than Abigail was, but let’s see if she can get a successful defense beneath her belt.”

(ding, ding, ding)

As the referee signals for the bell, all three bombshells start to make their way to the middle of the ring. Then Jenny surprises Kim by grabbing her by the hair. She whips her into Michelle, who accidentally falls through the first rope. Kim turns to Jenny who meets her with a kick to the stomach. She holds her stomach and Jenny attempts to whip her across the ring, but Kim reverses it. She sends Jenny into the ropes, but as she bounces off Kim catches her with a hard clothesline across the mouth! Jenny hits the mat as holds her face.

Jim Ross: “Kim with a very sloppy clothesline on Jenny Myst, but nonetheless managed to take Jenny down.”

Huey D. Louie: “And now the champion is finally going to get in the mist of things.”

Michelle gets inside the ring and sprints across at Kim. As Kim staggers around, Michelle catches her with a bicycle kick! Kim tumbles down on the mat as Michelle stands over her, but Jenny runs up behind Michelle and locks in a rear naked chokehold. The fans look surprised by Jenny as Michelle stumbles back in the middle of the ring. She tries to shake Jenny loose, but she hangs on there like a pit bull. Suddenly, Michelle runs back first into the corner: nearly squashing Jenny between her and corner turnbuckle!

Jim Ross: “I don’t think Jenny was expecting to be the meat in a Michelle and turnbuckle sandwich!”

Huey D. Louie: “Michelle had to do something to get Jenny off her back, literally!”

Jenny releases her grip of Michelle as Michelle grasps for air. She stumbles forward as Jenny slouches over in the corner. Michelle turns around and Jenny starts to sprint toward her, but Michelle races across and SPEARS her against the mat! Michelle kneels beside Jenny and starts wailing away at Jenny’s face! Jenny tries to cover up as she avoids the blows, but Michelle is relentless. The referee warns Michelle, but she ignores it as she continues wailing at Jenny. He starts the count: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – Michelle holds her arms up as she backs away from Jenny.

Jim Ross: “Michelle needs to keep her frustrations in check and avoid getting herself disqualified.”

Huey D. Louie: “Michelle would still be champion if she got DQ’d.”

Jenny rolls out of the ring and wipes her mouth as she starts walking around the ring. They continue trash talking, but Kim rolls inside the ring and grabs Michelle from behind with a schoolgirl: 1 – 2 – Michelle kicks out! She aims for Michelle, but inadvertently catches Kim Anderson with the Enziguri! Jenny shrugs it off and covers her away: 1 – 2 – Kim gets a shoulder up! Michelle grabs an unexpecting Jenny from behind and takes her down with a lifting reverse STO!

Jim Ross: “Lights out for Jenny Myst!”

Huey D. Louie: “Miss Michelle might have just successfully defended her title!”

She hooks the leg: 1 – 2 – Kim Anderson with last minute dive over Michelle with a forearm to her back. Michelle kneels up as Kim rolls over on the mat. Michelle leans down to pick up Kim and she whips her into the corner. Michelle runs at her, but Kim gets a boot up! Michelle holds her face as she stumbles backwards. Kim climbs up on the second turnbuckle and leaps up, but Michelle pulls Jenny in front of her as Kim hits the missile dropkick! Michelle leans against the ropes and Kim with a running clothesline to Michelle over the top rope!

As Jenny starts to push her hands up off the canvas, hurting, Kim grabs her hair and she connects with a leg drop bulldog!

[color=white]Jim Ross: “Goodnight Jenny Myst! Kim Anderson with the Silent Kiss!”

She hooks both legs: 1 – 2 – Michelle runs across the ring with a double axl disrupting the count. Jenny rolls out of the ring as Kim is up to her feet. Michelle grabs her by the hair of the hair: hair-pull breakbreaker across the knee! Kim arches her back in hair as she lies in the ring. Michelle starts to booty pop in the ring and suddenly flips backwards with the standing moonsault! She hooks the leg: 1 – 2 – Kim kicks out!

[color=white]Jim Ross: “Just came up short with the Booty Poppin’ Sault from Miss Michelle!”

Huey D. Louie: “Kim should have just stayed home!”

Michelle is up to her feet and she grabs Kim up. Kim staggering a bit and Jenny reenters the ring. She grabs the other arm of Kim. Both Jenny and Michelle stare at each other with an evil eye, then DOUBLE SUPLEX on Kim! Jenny and Michelle share a smirk. They then run off both side ropes: Jenny with a senton to Kim’s body and Michelle with a cartwheel leg drop to her neck! Kim just lies in the middle of the ring in pain as Jenny kneels up and wipes her bottom lip.

Jim Ross: “I never thought I would see the day that these two ladies worked together on anything!”

Huey D. Louie: “They are taking out the trash and they can both agree on Kim Anderson being trash!”

Jenny yells at Michelle, “Let me take this bitch out!” She yanks Kim up by her hair and the referee tells her to watch the hair. She hooks the head and Michelle slouches across the ring. Jenny goes for a twist of fate, but as she does—Michelle catches Jenny with a chick kick to the mouth!

Jim Ross: “Pink Perfection on Kim Anderson and Singing Chel-legram on Jenny Myst!?”

Huey D. Louie: “And the champion is the one standing tall!”

Michelle looks down at Kim, but ignores her for a moment. She leans down and picks up a nearly lifeless Jenny Myst and yells at her, “you want my title! Well, you’re never going to get it!” She slams her face back down on the mat! The fans roar as Jenny starts to crawl toward the ropes. Michelle runs back and then dashes to Jenny with a soccer kick to the midsection. Jenny clutches her stomach as she lies on her back. Michelle lifts her up by the hair and whips her into the corner. Michelle runs at her, but Jenny with a back elbow to her face. She climbs backwards up the second rope… crossbody! She rolls up Michelle: 1 – 2 – Michelle kicks out!

Jim Ross: “Jenny with a close call with a move we don’t see her use very often!”

Huey D. Louie: “It’s going to take a bit more than that to put Michelle away!”

Michelle looks surprised as Jenny continues to lay on the mat as she holds her lip. The camera zooms in and she’s been busted open from the chick kick. Michelle gets up to her feet and she performs a handstand into an elbow drop, but Jenny rolls out of the way. Michelle rubs her elbow as Jenny crawls toward the ropes. She gets up to her feet as does Michelle. Both collide in the ring with forearms. Jenny with the advantage: forearm, forearm, forearm! She sprints back against the ropes and bounces back with a knee strike to Michelle’s midsection!

Jim Ross: “Jenny is showing just how badly she wants to be on top!”

Huey D. Louie: “Michelle looks like she has a tummy ache!”

She leans down to pick up Michelle, but Michelle flings Jenny’s hands to the side and hits a forearm to the jaw! She kick her in the midsection and grabs the hair… she jumps up in place and connects with a sit-out facebuster! Jenny rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor, gripping on the ring apron for dear life. A very dazed Kim starts to climb to her feet and Michelle with a kick to the midsection. She hooks the arm: leg drop bulldog!

Jim Ross: “Michelle calls that the NAMEDROPPER!”

Huey D. Louie: “Can Michelle manage to put them away now!?”

Michelle struts around her fallen opponent as the faces cheer her on. Michelle steps over Kim and quickly pulls her up into a camel clutch.

Jim Ross: “Michelle is looking for a submission!”

Jenny Myst slides back into the ring and grabs Kims leg, locking in an ankle lock of her own.

Jim Ross: “Now Jenny Myst and Miss Michelle both have submissions locked in!”

Huey D. Louie: “Wait, how does that work!?!”

Kim can't take the pain, and quickly taps out!

DING! DING! DING!

Myst and Michelle both release their holds as Mika Hunt is handed the title.

The winner of this match, and STILL Bombshells Champion, Miss Michelle!!!

Mika hands the title over to Miss Michelle as Jenny Myst gets in Mika's face and starts throwing a tantrum.

Jim Ross: “Well, it does make sense. Miss Michelle had her submission locked in first.”

Huey D. Louie: “To Hell with that JR, Kim didn't submit until after Jenny Myst locked in her far superior ankle lock! Jenny Myst should be crowned the new champion!”

Jim Ross: “Well that's not what the official has decided Huey!”

Suddenly Richard Wang slides into the ring and barks instructions to Tig O'Bitties. Tigs backs away from him in fear, but Wang continues to point his finger and yell. Finally Tigs nods to Wang before announcing:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, and NEW BOMBSHELL CHAMPION, JENNY MYST!!!

Myst quickly snatches the title out of Miss Michelle's hands and flashes an evil smile as she struts away with it. Michelle, upset and confused, throws her hands out and questions the reverse decision. Jenny continues to strut around the ring with the belt, keeping her eyes on Michelle the entire time as Mika Hunt and Richard Wang begin arguing over the decision.

Huey D. Louie: “Finally, some damn justice in this place!”

Jim Ross: “That's not justice Huey! What business does Richard Wang have in this match!?!”

Huey D. Louie: “He's righting a wrong that was committed by an obviously corrupt official!”

Michelle turns her attention to Jenny Myst and snatches the title right out of her hands. Myst looks pissed as she grabs the belt. The two women begin pulling back and forth in a game of tug o' war!

Jim Ross: “You think that Mika Hunt is corrupt and Richard Wang is fighting for fairness? Give me a Goddamned break!”

Huey D. Louie: “Language JR, this is a family show!”



Jim Ross: “Finally, maybe now we can sort this mess out!”

JT Washington: "Stop it!"

Everyone seemingly ignores JT. The refs continue to argue and the girls continue to fight over the title.

JT Washington: "Stop it!"

Just like before, JT's words are ignored. JT's face turns slightly read as he shouts this time...

JT Washington: "I SAID STOP THIS CRAP RIGHT NOW!"

In an instant, everyone in the ring stops what they are doing and look towards the entrance where JT stands.

JT Washington: "Mr. Wang, I don't know what you think that you're doing. You can not just come out and reverse another officials decision because you don't agree with it. This sort of behavior will not be tolerated in the future. Now, as far as the outcome of this match is concerned. I think that it would be fair to say that this match ended in a draw since both Jenny Myst and Miss Michelle had submission holds applied to Kim Anderson when she tapped out."

DRAW - Jenny Myst and Miss Michelle

Both Jenny and Michelle seem to dislike the idea of a draw. They both throw their arms out to the side and begin jawing off at JT.

JT Washington: "I know, I know, not the way either of you wanted this match to end. The two of you both have a desire to be the best that this division has to offer, and you don't become the best by drawing matches. That's why at Leap of Faith, we are going to have a rematch for the Bombshell title, minus the third wheel. That's right, at Leap of Faith, it's going to be Jenny Myst challenging one on one for the Bombshell Title!"

The two women stand there momentarily absorbing the news. Michelle looks to Jenny, and Jenny back to Michelle. Jenny smiles and backs out of the ring when suddenly the lights go out AGAIN! The fans in their seats have seen this for weeks now, the lights going out on a female competitor, followed by them being showered in blood and gore as an eerie voice intones throughout the arena.

But that's not what's happening today.

The lights come back on, and Michelle has been handcuffed to the top rope. The Women's champion struggles fiercely against the cuffs, but it's to no avail because the only salvation lies in the hands of none other than Madison Dyson. She's whistling and swinging the key to the cuffs about on a string, being none too careful about it. Suddenly, it slips her grasp and spirals into the audience. Madison makes a mock expression of surprise.

Whoops!

She turns to Michelle.

Hey there buttercup. Don't fight too hard, you'll just exhaust yourself. They use that shit to bind would be presidential assassins. You're not getting out.

She shoots a disdainful look at the crowd.

Yes, for the remedial amongst you, it was I who was behind those blood attacks. Surprise-hey now!

Michelle almost hits Madison with a kick. Madison backs up a few paces to put some distance between them.

Careful, you could have hurt me. So, yeah, XWF universe, it may not surprise you all to learn that I have something to say about the state of women's wrestling. And I have taken the liberty of cutting the announce team's mics so they don't fuck this moment up with half hearted ejaculations about what a bitch I am. Because this is important.

Now, no one will accuse me of being a feminist. I think feminism is a stupid movement helmed by excuse making weaklings. But what I am all in favor of, is self respect. And that is in woefully short supply in the women's division. Because you see, when our roster isn't a revolving door of wannabe porn stars, it's made up of people who couldn't bring dignity to a championship if their life depended on it.

Madison shoots a cheeky glance back at Michelle, who yells at her and tries to pull at the cuffs.

I mean, XWF is finally getting a title that women can call their own-granted it has a cliché as fuck sexist name, but whatevs. And what happens to it? First, Jenny Myst declares it hers, and then I ref the match in her favor and she still fucking loses it to Abigail, who in turn crawled up out of the primordial slime of wrestling obscurity to get a title match in her, what, second contest since returning? And then Abigail, in turn, loses it to some complete newbie in her debut match.

Wha....WHAT?!

That title is fucking JOKE. You know it, I know it, and every swinging dick in the back knows it. The birth of a new championship is supposed to be a momentous occasion, a clash of two titans of the industry fighting for the honor and privilege of being named number one EVER.

We have not even come close to that.

So now this is the part where I come out here and say that I will bring honor to that championship. That I will raise it from the dregs and make it something worth fighting for by people worth FIGHTING.

Except, no.

Madison looks at Michelle, and then at the crowd to drink in their confusion a bit.

No. No I will not do that. Because the Bombshell division is irreparably BROKEN. So utterly beyond fixing that even I cannot breathe life into it. It, and Michelle, are the reason that women's wrestling continues to be the joke of the wrestling world.

So, I'm not here to fix SHIT. I'm here to KILL it. And I'm not even going to get my own hands dirty doing it. In fact, I have brought in someone to do it for me. Someone who hates you Barbie bitches even more than I do. So, let me introduce, my friend and certainly NOT yours....

…..MERCY!

Madison gestures towards the top of the ramp as the haunting sounds of “Seventeen” by The Droyds hits.

They only want you when you're 17, when you're 21, you're no fun.



And from out of the back steps a pure nightmare, like something out of a slasher film. A massive woman, standing at least 6'2'' and clad in a black leather form fitting outfit begins a slow menacing walk up the ramp. Her face is entirely eclipsed by a cracked doll's mask, and affixed to her fingers are various cutting implements and hypodermic needles.

Michelle watches this THING coming, her eyes widen and she starts to struggle anew against the cuffs, spitting venom at Madison for setting her up. Madison sits up on the corner turnbuckle laughing. Mercy slides in under the bottom rope and approaches Michelle who takes a desperate swing at the beast, but bound as she is, it's just no use. She can't reach her. Just then, Madison explodes out of the corner, chopblocking a knee out from under Michelle, causing her to buckle. That's when Mercy kicks her brutally in the face. The giant then removes one of the gloves with the brutal cutting tools, balls up a fist and plunges it into the champion's face. The champ desperately tries to cover up, but with one arm near literally tied behind her back, it's a losing effort. Mercy continues raining down vicious blow after vicious blow, and before long the Bombshell champ is busted open and hanging limply from the cuffs. She tries to get up, to right herself, but then Madison cuts in, grabs her by the hair and knee lifts her in the nose, causing even more blood to come gushing out.

Meanwhile, Mercy picks up one of her syringes. She stabs HERSELF in the stomach, drawing out a vial of sickly looking green and dark red blood. Then, she plunges the needle down into the neck of
Michelle, injecting her with her own poison blood! Mercy then stabs, again and again, the vial empty but it doesn't seem to matter. Just plunging that needle in again and again in a manic fury.
Michelle, bloodied and battered, screams in pain as she's pierced multiple times over.

Finally Mercy stops. She drops her needle with a shuddering hand. Michelle is now motionless. “Seventeen” hits again and Madison puts a hand on Mercy's shoulder, prompting her to leave. Madison follows her brutal new emissary to the back, laughing the whole way.

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James Raven - vs - Chris Chaos Standard Rules 2500 Word Limit

The following is a non title match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently residing in Clearwater Beach, Florida... CHRIS CHAAAAAAOOSS!!!



The words "FOLLOW ME" show up on the X-Tron screen as smoke billows at the entrance. Blue and white lights flicker. At the 10 second mark, he steps through the smoke wearing his jacket (Rated R Edge trench coat). Looking to both sides of the crowd. He walks slowly to the ring until he gets about 3/4 of the way down, then jogs and slides into the ring (edge style)...When he gets into the ring he gets up on the far turnbuckle and gets up on it, throwing both arms up.

...and his opponent, from Ontario, Canada... The Universal Champion, JAMES RAAAAVEN!!!



The entire arena slowly fades to black as the audience excitedly awaits the entrance of "The Peoples GOAT". The drum beat and guitar solo start and a series of white and blue spotlights come up and pan the crowd. Mike Shinodas voice is heard on the speakers singing.

“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind… filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose, string me up from atop these roofs, high and tight so I wont get loose.”

By now the fans are going wild and cheering as the spotlights slowly make their way to the top of the entrance ramp where a dim fog begins to form.

“Truth is you can stop and stare, rub myself out and no one cares, dug the trench out and lay down there with a shovel up, out of reach somewhere… yeah, someone pouring in, make it a dirt glass floor again, say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in.”

The spotlights come together as one, and the fog fills the top of the ramp until the downbeat hits and a major blue and silver pyrotechnic display goes off and the rest of the arena lights turn up to full. When the smoke clears James Raven is seen on top of the ramp, his hands thrown up over his head and a huge smile on his face.

“I BLEED IT OUT!!! Diggin’ deeper just to throw it away, I BLEED IT OUT!!!”

James makes his way down the ramp, high fiving fans and posing for pictures with several of them until he reaches the base of the ramp. Then, he pauses for a few seconds and sprints for the ring, diving in under the bottom rope and sliding in to the center of the mat on his hands and knees. He poses for a second, then gets up and runs for the turnbuckle, climbing up and posing yet again for the fans before doing a 360 degree spin off and doing the same on the opposite turnbuckle. As his music fades out he stretches in his corner, waiting for Chris Chaos.

The words FOLLOW ME appear on the X-Tron. Smoke billows all around the entrance. Chris Chaos slowly walks out in his trenchcoat. Blue and white lights flicker across the flow of smoke. He takes a moment, just outside the smoke, to look out to both sides of the crowd. Now walking slowly to the ring, he breaks into a job close to the ring, sliding in. Chaos jumps up onto the second turnbuckle and throws his arms up into the air to cheers from the crowd.

DING DING DING.


James Raven quickly shoots at Chris Chaos. Chaos gets out of the way and Raven slams into the turnnuckle, clutching his shoulder. Chaos hits Raven with two quick kicks to the midsection. Chaos picks up Raven and hits him with an across-the-chest backhand. Raven stumbles back. Chaos grabs Raven's arm to throw him into the ropes but Raven reverses it! Chaos goes flying into the ropes and as he comes back, Raven leaps at Chaos and hits him with a flying crossbody slam! Chaos is dazed on the ground, Raven moves for a quick pin. Richard Wang slowly gets down to count the pin.


































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Jim Ross "That count couldn't have been any slower!"


Chaos throws his right shoulder up. Raven moves to pick up Chaos but Chaos hits Raven right below the belt! Raven is doubled over in pain. Chaos quickly gets up. Chaos delivers a huge right forearm into the back of the next of Raven. Raven falls to his knees. Chaos lifts up Raven by the neck. He pulls him up into the air in a suplex! Raven's body slams down onto the canvas. Chaos kicks Raven in the sides multiple times. Chaos waits in the corner, as Raven gets back to his feet.




SPEAR!!!


Chaos moves in for the pin.



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Wang calls for the bell!

Jim Ross: "What in the Hell was that!?!"

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by way of pinfall... Chris Chaos!

Jim Ross: "James Raven was just screwed over by a fast count by Richard Wang!"

Chaos hops out of the ring and walks up the ramp backwards. Raven gets up to one knee and locks eyes with Chaos. Chaos just smiles and makes a belt motion in front of his waist.

Jim Ross: "Chris Chaos is making it clear that he wants a shot at the champ!"

Huey D. Louie: "Now that he's beaten the champion tonight, he has a legitimate claim at that shot!"

Jim Ross: "Oh please!"

Winner - Chris Chaos!

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MAIN EVENT TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP Jack Cain - vs - Neville Sinclair 15 Minute Time Limit 2500 Word Limit

Jim Ross: “Up next is the match we have all been waiting on: it’s main event time. I must tell you, Huey, this match is going to be very heated. Neville has an agenda and Cain is coming off from a big loss on Warfare. I think this one is anybody’s game.”

Huey D. Louie: “I don’t know what dirt sheets you’re getting your material from, but Jack Cain’s head is anywhere but in this match! The guy is breathing, living, and thinking of Tala Sugay. I think there might be some sexual tension between those two!”

Jim Ross: “Are you kidding me!? Jack Cain is a trained military man, if anybody knows how to focus on the assignment, it’s him! Neville’s greatest TV Champion rank might be in some serious danger.”

Huey D. Louie: “You just don’t get it JR, do you? It’s all a part of Neville’s master plan! He likes to play and toy with his opponents. It’s what makes him so great!”

Jim Ross: “Call it what you want Huey, but I think these fans know the truth about your greatest TV Champion!”



Neville walks out from behind the black entrance curtains with his XWF Television Championship draped down his right shoulder. He has his fingers tightly gripping the edge of the title. He pauses at the top of the ramp to a mixed reaction while scowling over the crowd.

“He hails from Oxford, England, standing 6 feet, 2 inches, and weighing 225 pounds… he is NEVILLE SINCLAIRE!”

Neville slowly starts to make stride down the ramp while eyeing Jody Madrox in the ring. He pauses down at the bottom of the ramp and starts bad mouthing Jody, “I’m the greatest TV Champion in XwF’s history and this title will still be with me after tonight!” Jody is bouncing side to side in the ring while taunting Neville to get inside the ring. Neville starts up the steel stairs and Jody gets closer as Neville steps onto the apron. Neville motions for Jody to get back as he dusts the soles of his feet. He brings his title off his shoulder when he steps over the second rope. He holds his title up and walks to the front of the ring. Jody is restrained by the referee as he tries to approach the champion. Neville very smugly smirk as he starts to strut around the ring. He has his title draped down his shoulder again while leaning against the ropes. The referee gets the title from him as he walks to the middle of the ring.

Jim Ross: “The arrogance of this guy just ticks me off!”

Huey D. Louie: “Now this is a real champion. Come on Neville Sinclair and show these losers what you’re made of!”



“And his opponent, from Queen’s, New York, weighing 328lbs, Jack Caaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnn!!

Cain appears at the top of the ramp and starts to walk slowly to the ring. Sinclair’s eyes are wide with excitement as his opponent makes his way down the aisle. Cain locks eyes with Sinclair and scowls at him as he steps over the top rope. He removes his jacket and throws it to ringside as he tightens the straps on his gloves.

Jim Ross: “He looks like he has his head in the match right now.”

Huey D. Louie: “How can you tell? He always has that constipated look on his face!”

(ding, ding, ding)

15:00

As the referee quickly signals for the bell, both Neville and Cain meet in the middle of the ring. They abrasively hook up with a front grapple, but Cain quickly gets the advantage with a hard knee strike to Neville’s stomach. While aiding his stomach, Cain whips him into the ropes, but Cain slouches over to lift Neville up with a back body drop, but Neville counters with a kick to the chest. Cain holds his chest as he flings up on his feet. Neville sprints at him with a dashing clothesline. Cain is quick back up to his feet and Neville with a kick to the stomach. He goes to lift him up, but Cain with an elbow, drilling the back of Neville’s neck. He lifts Neville up off the mat with a standing powerslam!

Jim Ross: “By Gawd, the strength and power behind the man of Jack Cain is just impressive!”

Huey D. Louie: “What did I tell you? This is all about Neville’s plan; he lets his opponents think they have a chance.”

13:03

Neville arches his back off the mat and Cain bounces backwards off the ropes. He leaps up with a leg drop, but nobody’s home as he crashes down on the mat. He says in the seated position for a bit as Neville runs off the ropes and scores with a devastating running shoot kick to his chest! Cain holds his chest as he stumbles to his feet. With Cain’s back turned, Neville grabs him from behind, but Cain battles out of it with elbows to the face. Neville breaks the hold and staggers back as Cain runs at him with a big boot!

“Oh no, Jack Cain misses and he’s hung up on the top rope!”

“That’s not a good place to be with an opponent like Neville.”

12:01

As Cain tries to pull himself up off the ropes, Neville with a running dropkick: sending Cain to the floor on the outside! Neville runs off the far ropes and as Cain gets to his feet, Neville flies through the second rope with a suicide dive! He pushes Cain to the barricade as the fans go nuts as Neville doesn’t fly very open!

“Can you believe the confidence in our TV Champion?”

“He’s clearly becoming the greatest, JR!”

Neville kneels up and shakes off the dizziness. He lifts Cain up and goes to throw him into the ring apron, but Cain reverses it with an elbow to the sternum. Neville grasps for air and a staggering Cain grabs his right: Cain just whips Neville shoulder first into the steel stairs! Neville aids his shoulder as he sits against the stairs. Cain grabs him up and rolls him inside the ring. He reenters after and hooks the leg: 1 – 2 – Neville gets a shoulder up!

Jim Ross: “I wanted to say I think Neville was going to retain, but the power behind Cain’s fury might just be too much.”

Huey D. Louie: “Stop doubting the champion!”

10:59

Cain looks over at the referee and starts to slap his hand into the palm while sternly staring at him. Just then, the fans look in surprise as Tala Sugay, alone, comes strutting out to the top of the ramp. She crosses her arms and smirks down at Cain.

Jim Ross: “Somebody get that jezebel away from this match!”

Cain looks over at her and yells, “watch what I do to you next!” Cain looks back over at Neville. As he helps to lift him up, Neville starts to battle back with forearms to the stomach. Cain’s grip loosens as he stumbles back. Neville gets up to his feet and he runs off the ropes, but then runs face first into a big boot from Jack Cain! Jack just has a wicked smile on his face as he starts to fasten his hands around his waist with a smug look.

Jim Ross: “You have to believe Cain has the match with Tala in the back of his head, but he needs to focus on Neville tonight.”

Huey D. Louie: “He’s still a little upset over losing to Tala on Wednesday and trying to redeem himself in the eyes of the XwF’s universe.”

As Neville starts to stumble up to his feet, Cain reaches back and he looks like he’s about to attempt his knockout punch, but Neville dodges it by ducking. Neville moves up behind Cain and rolls him up with an inside cradle! The referee slides down to the mat: 1 – 2 – Cain powers out. As he does, Neville stumbles up to his feet first and he grabs Cain by the back of the hair. He swoops him down face first with the fame ass-er! He gets up his feet and stares down at Cain in disgust, while dusting himself off.

Jim Ross: “The Education! The Education! Neville has just hit the Education; this one has got to be over now!”

Huey D. Louie: “I think you might be right JR!”

7:00

Neville goes for the cover and the referee starts to count: 1 – 2 – Cain gets a shoulder up and the entire arena cannot believe it. They can’t believe it just like Neville can’t. Neville leans down and picks up the native from Queens, but as he does—Cain with a last resort headbutt to the sternum! The impact forces Neville back into the ropes. He bounces off them, but Cain with a back body drop! He holds his lower back as Neville gets up to his feet and Cain with a running knee to the face!

Jim Ross: “Where in the world is Jack Cain managing to find this needed energy?”

Huey D. Louie: “I don’t know, but it’s not looking good for Neville!”

Tala slowly starts to make her way down onto the entrance ramp as she’s eyeing Cain. He cocks his head over his shoulder and scowls at her while leaning in the corner. Neville holds his head as he stumbles to the ropes and starts to pull himself up onto his feet. Cain starts to make his way over to Neville, but Neville forces him back with a hard European uppercut to the chin! Cain holds his chin as he moves back and sprints at him with a clothesline, but Neville catches him with an arm-caught neckbreaker! He goes for the cover: 1 – 2 – Cain gets a shoulder up!

Jim Ross: “Neville using every tactic in the book to gain the advantage over Cain, but is it just or is Tala getting closer and closer to the ring?”

Huey D. Louie: “I’m not paying attention to Tala Sugay! I’m watching the greatest TV Champion!”

3:03

Neville grabs onto the back of Jack Cain as he launches him with a german suplex! Just then Tala Sugay starts to jolt down to the entrance ramp. Cain stumbles to his feet and staggers around to the ropes. As he gains consciousness, the referee is with Neville: distracted. Tala pulls herself on the apron and grabs Cain with a guillotine drop over the top rope! Cain holds his throat as he falls back onto the mat. Tala quickly hops off the apron as the referee gets suspected. He looks over at Tala who holds her hands up defensively.

Jim Ross: “Oh that evil woman!”

Huey D. Louie: “She struck first though!”

Neville takes off running across the ring and bouncing off the ropes!

1:37

THE EDUCATION!!!!

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Neville stands up and brushes himself off before laying down on Cain for the pin!

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WINNER AND STILL XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION: NEVILLE SINCLAIR!

What a match and what a show! Sinclair retains once again!

Boo.

Until next time, folks, have a good evening and thanks for watching Savage Saturday Night!

The cameras slowly begin to fade as the show comes to an end...