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The bell rings and Fury is just standing in the center of the ring. He stares ahead at Mastermind, but it seems like no one is home. Mastermind walks up and punches Fury. Fury bounces back and Mastermind begins hitting tons of strikes to the abdomen of Fury. The Soldier of The Higher Power is taking abuse from the Master of Minds! Mastermind grabs the arm of Fury and begins to ascend the top rope. The Master of Minds walks along the top rope and leaps down dragging an arm across the back of Tyson Fury. Fury hits the mat hard on his face. Mastermind rolls him over and goes for the pin.



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Th-NO! What?! Fury got a shoulder up! Mastermind looks confused.



Mastermind picks up Fury who spits a black liquid into the face of Mastermind. Mastermind is clearing out his eyes as Tyson Fury just stands there. Mastermind clears it out and is furious at Fury just standing there with black liquid dripping from his lips. Mastermind rushes forward and dam near takes Fury’s head off with a clothesline! Fury bounces back up and hits a DDT driving Fury’s head into the mat. Mastermind climbs the turnbuckle and hits a flying headbutt! Mastermind rushes over to the corner and perches himself upon it. Tyson Fury slowly gets up to his feet and turns around into a… MIND CHANGER! The Flying Clothesline takes Fury to the mat. Mastermind acts as if he’s going to go for a pin but he stops. He looks at Tyson Fury and pulls him into the MIND SLEEPER! The sleeper hold is locked tight! Tyson Fury is reaching out, but Mastermind isn’t allowing any breathing room. Tyson has stopped moving. The referee raises Fury’s hand.



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Mastermind lifts him and nails a back body drop! Mastermind grabs the legs and flips Tyson Fury over on to his belly as he locks in THE MIND CONTROLLER! The Boston Crab has Tyson Fury in supreme agony! Tyson Fury has no option but to tap the mat three times faintly.


RING ANNOUNCER: And here is your winner... MASTERMIND!!

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Ghost Tank rushes forward and spears Venomous hard! Ghost Tank lifts him to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Venomous bounces off and comes back into a big boot! Venomous hits the ground hard, but Tank lifts him up over his head and drops him for a gorilla press gutbuster! He lifts up Venomous and nails a spinebuster! Venomous is cringing in pain, but Ghost Tank is looking vicious. He lifts up Venomous and tries for the delayed Vertical Suplex! His ribs hurt him too much and Tank drops Venomous, but Venomous falls on his face. Venomous is barely moving after being dropped directly on his face. Ghost Tank lifts Venomous up and nails a triple German suplex! Venomous is trying to get away, but Tank drags Venomous back towards the center of the ring. He lifts him up and nails a powerbomb! But no! Tank hits another! He’s straining hard, but he completes the third powerbomb! Tank doesn’t release it as he pins him to the mat.



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Three!

RING ANNOUNCER: "And the winner, Ghost Tank!"

The room goes black!

Red mist flows into the room. Weirdly, no music.

A spotlight shines down on Venomous. The spotlight turns off.

A few seconds pass. The lights come back to reveal an empty ring with just Hysteria's laughter coming over the speakers. Venomous has been kidnapped!

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Both competitors are waiting in the ring when the ref gives the order to ring the bell and with that, the match is underway. Tessmocker looks out of his element here, even before the match begins. Maybe it's something about facing a woman but Burchill doesn't share that apprehension as she charges forward and hits a huge dropkick that knocks Tessmocker into his corner! The air rushes out of his lungs upon impact and he bounces forward, right into Burchill's grasp! She drops him to the mat with an arm drag. Tessmocker gets back to his feet almost instantaneously after hitting the mat and spins right around to face Burchill. He seems to have forgotten his previous apprehension and offers her a slap in the face before muttering under his breath about disrespectful Americans. She smiles at him and though the cameras don't pick up the sound of her voice, our expert lip readers denounce she's saying "I'm Australian" in response before giving him a kick to the gut that doubles him over and dropping him face first with a Snap DDT!



She shrugs at Tessmocker's fallen body before giving him a kick to the ribs. She contemplates going for the pin now but instead pulls him up to his feet; or about halfway before he throws a forearm to her stomach and makes it the rest of the way up with no further assistance. However, she uses this separation to hit the ropes and come back in with the Maker-Breaker! (Bicycle Superkick)! Tessmocker falls to the mat and Burchill rolls him over onto his back. She then ascends the top rope and hits the FFG (Split Legged Diving Leg Drop)! She hooks the leg!



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RING ANNOUNCER: And the winner, Caroline O'Hara Burchill!"

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The bell rings and Morbid begins flexing his enormous muscles as he walks towards Mosier. Mosier continues smoking his blunt. Weirdly no one is trying to obtain the good kush from Mosier. Morbid continues flexing his muscles beginning to turn red in the face. Mosier takes a hit and blows a smoke ring in Morbid’s direction as he chuckles. Morbid finally stops flexing and charges forward. The clothesline from hell flips the body of Mosier into the air. The blunt flies up into the air and Morbid catches it. Morbid looks at it before putting out the blunt on his tongue. Morbid looks intensely at David Mosier before beginning to cough up ashes. He sticks his tongue out and wipes it off with his hand. Angel looks at the blunt and drops it to the mat. Using the heel of his boot, Morbid stomps it out. Mosier crawls over to the blunt and begins scraping up the marijuana and puts it in his hand. Morbid laughs as he steps on the hand and kicks Mosier in the face. Mosier gets to his feet and looks down at the weed scattered amongst the mat. He looks at Morbid and rage begins to fill his body. He rushes forward and takes a body slam from Morbid Angel.



Mosier is back up and is furious. He runs forward and Morbid hits him with a chokeslam! Mosier gets up but slower now. Morbid nails a snap DDT! Mosier is still getting up, but Morbid takes him back down with a shining wizard. Morbid goes for a pin!



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David Mosier is getting fired up! He begins HULKing up! He begins pumping his arms and walking around the ring. Morbid hits a couple of shots to his back, but Mosier is just shaking them off. Finally Morbid hit him and Mosier points at him. The crowd in unison cheers, ‘YOU!’



Morbid looks at the finger and bites it! Mosier begins freaking out and flailing around. Morbid releases the hand and nails a powerbomb! Mosier is out cold. Morbid drags Mosier to the corner and carries him to the top rope. Morbid leaps off the top rope with a piledriver sending David Mosier’s head into the mat with a thump! SATAN’S FALL!



Morbid shakes his finger at David Mosier before lying across him. The referee begins the count!



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RING ANNOUNCER: The winner of this match... MORBID ANGEL!

Red mist begins flowing into the ring and around it. The light turn out with red strobe lights. Hysteria comes into the ring from under it. He grabs the leg of David Mosier and pulls him under the ring with him as he laughs maniacally.

David Mosier has been kidnapped by The Asylum.

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With the match now officially started Hysteria makes the first move and goes right at Justine Sane but before he makes contact with him Avery Martin Alden gets jumps in and takes out Hysteria with a drop kick.

Avery looks up and immediately goes at one half of Trustinsanity but gets smacked with a knee to the face. Sane then leans down, picks up Avery and tosses him into the corner which he follows up with diving forearm smash that leaves Avery in a seated position, his head resting against the second turnbuckle.

Sane backs up a few steps and then charges in, hitting Avery with a knee to the face. He backs away again and prepares to do it all over again but Hysteria steps in and almost beheads Justin Sane with a violent clothesline. Sane hits the mat but he doesn’t stay down for long. In fact, he is the up almost immediately. Sane grabs Hysteria, and tosses him right into the corner like he was a feather. Sane slowly and methodically walks over to his two fallen opponents trying to determine which one to strike next.

As he does this Avery springs to his feet and takes down Sane with an arm drag and then immediately follows up by pulling his opponent up and nailing him with a suplex and bridge pin…





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Hysteria landed a double fist to the back of Avery’ head. He then lifts him up by head and just tosses him aside. Instead opting to go at Justin Sane. The Asylum and Sane seem to have some bad blood so this move is not surprising. However it is a bad move as Avery quickly gets back up and from behind drops Hysteria with a backbreaker. He then quickly ascends the turnbuckles dragging Hysteria with him and tosses his opponent halfway across the ring with an overhead belly to exploder suplex from the top turnbuckle. Avery crawls over for the cover…






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Sane came flying in at the last second to break up the pin attempt. Avery rolls over, furious as he thought he had the match won. Sane places a boot onto Avery’s chest for another cover…




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Again broken up this time by Hysteria.

Hysteria grabs Sane and whips him into the ropes and on the return takes Sane down with a crossbody. He then pulls Sane up spins him around and then plants him with a DDT. Hysteria doesn’t even bother with a cover and instead continues to go on the offensive with a series of well placed punches. Hysteria then backs away from Sane to catch his breath and also to plan out his next attack but he doesn’t get to think long as Avery takes him out with a spear followed up with a quick strike chop to the throat of Hysteria.

Sane gets to his feet at roughly the same time as his two opponents. Avery on his own accord, Sane having been pulled up by Martin. The three men look at each trying to figure out who wants to make the first move; this time Sane opts to be that guy and makes the first move with a running elbow that connects flush with the side of Avery’s face, the move momentarily stuns him and Sane follows up with a high impact spinebuster.

With Avery down Sane moves in to strike Hysteria but Hysteria counters and delivers a move of his own, a swinging neckbreaker that catches Sane by surprise. Hysteria again goes on the offensive. He picks up the Sane and with a well executed diving headbutt that puts Sane down. Hysteria hooks the leg for the pin…




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Kick Out!!

Hysteria gets up a little frustrated but not deterred taking a moment to catch his breath. Meanwhile Sane is getting back to his feet. He walks over to Avery and picks him up and slings him into Hysteria. Hysteria turns around and to see Avery staring right at him. Before he can even react Avery kicks Hysteria in the midsection and then follows up with a powerbomb.

Sane waits for Avery to get up and as soon as she does Sane spins him around and goes for a side Russian leg sweep but Avery counters with a nasty elbow right to the temple of Justin Sane.

Avery doesn’t bother with a pin and instead decides to try his hand with a submission move. A dragon sleeper to be specific.



Avery has Sane locked in and locked in good pulling back on Sane’s neck as if he were trying to rip the man’s head clean off his body.
Hysteria is back up and breaks Hysteria’s hold on Sane with a drop kick to the back of the head. Hysteria gets to his feet and the two lock up in the center of the ring with Hysteria getting the upper hand. He tosses Martin into the corner and then charges at him, but stops just short of his opponent takes off his glove and slaps Martin across the face. The sound of which echoes throughout the arena. Hysteria then pulls a fork out of his pocket and starts repeatedly stabbing Martin in the shoulder with it. The ref immediately jumps in and forces Hysteria to stop what he is doing but not before Sane pops up and grabs Hysteria by the back of the head and takes him out with That’s Insane followed by the cover…




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RING ANNOUNCER: "And the winner, Justin Sane!"

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But ohhh how this does nothing to deter The Higher Power from demolishing the XWF. Nothing to impede the incoming day of reckoning for peons like yourself. NOTHING. A hiccup for sure, but, as you saw on Warfare, we ELIMINATED the stain from the XWF.

For being so high and mighty, you guys sure lose a lot. Look at Ghost Tank, Manson, Fyre, and Kage's records. They are utter shit. Look at that dumbass Frodo. Even Hysteria is a huge disappointment.

look at your record against me.. 0-3! so yeah stfu!

SUCK... MY... DICK!

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It's not 0-3. Tell the truth. Deadly game was the first you beat me, and that was a DQ. The second time you needed Madison. Third time, I admit was just you being better that night. Won't happen again, though. Why don't you share how many you've lost to me, though. I gave up counting after a while.

(11-23-2014, 08:18 AM)Mr WGWF Said: For being so high and mighty, you guys sure lose a lot. Look at Ghost Tank, Manson, Fyre, and Kage's records. They are utter shit. Look at that dumbass Frodo. Even Hysteria is a huge disappointment.

For SOMEONE so mouthy as you, you sure don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Ghost Tank has how many wins? You have less than HE does. Manson? Has Manson even lost? The answer is nein other than a War Games match in which his captain ABANDONED HIM. Fyre is the ONLY one you mentioned that is factorable. Kage?! What the fuck are you talking about KAGE?! He's not even a member! Never hassssss been, Pestilence. Now get the FUCK out of here with your Ssssssssslander.

Manson's lost a bit. The only time he's won was when you handed him a win, and his opponent jobbed it. As for Tank, he has 4 wins. One was a gift from Kinwrathi. One was Lorder, and the other two were jobs as well. As for me? I've beaten Frodo twice, I beat Gator, I beat Lucena. I beat JTC. Jtc and Lucena are jobs as well, but that's still more names than Tank. And I didn't have to be handed a win by an opponent or by a stablemate. Perhaps you could benefit less from trying to be whatever it is you're trying to be, and focus on backing up the challenges that your friend laid down. Hawkins was tasked with finding a team. He did, and your voices fall silent as the fans when any member of your "church" exists the back.