Madison, confident that Main will likely be complying with his usual XWF per diem schedule and not paying a damn bit of attention to X-Treme championship pin attempts, sneaks into his locker room, only to find the man himself asleep wearing that gross flesh mask.

Ugh God, that thing smells like Main rode it buck ass naked and put it away wet. She scowls. How did it end up wet?

Pinching her nose and repressing dry heaves, Madison pins Robert Main with as little of her body touching him or his Ed Gein mask as possible.

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