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Wednesday Night Warfare: June 3rd Results
06-04-2015, 03:07 AM
Post: #1

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June 3rd, 2015
Chesapeake Energy Arena
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma





Christopher Isles
- vs -
Darth Punisher
Singles, One Fall


Mastermind
- vs -
The Hooded Man
Singles, One Fall


Cain
- vs -
Ghost Tank
Inferno Match


LH Harrison
- vs -
Calypso
Falls Count Anywhere

MAIN EVENT
Peter Gilmour
- vs -
Luca Arzegotti
X-Treme Rules



LunchMoney Lewis – Bills plays


As “Bills” begins to blare through the arena, the crowd starts to cheer instantly, recognizing that the show is about to get underway! The latest addition to the XWF management team, Business Consultant Mattael Cillo, walks out from the backstage area, onto the front ramp in front of the entire crowd, who are up on their feet! Mattael already has a microphone in hand, a huge grin spread over his face as he looks over the sea of fans, who look just about ready to explode! Mattael stops at the entrance ramp, sets his feet apart slightly, before bringing the microphone up to his lips.

”OKLAHOMA CITY… I AM GLAD TO WELCOME YOU… TO WEDNESDAY. NIGHT. WARFARE!”

The crowd erupts into a frenzy of cheers, even more of the crowd are now standing up, waving their signs around in the air for the camera to get a look at, Mattael waits momentarily for the cheering to die down, before speaking once again.

”And do we have a show for you, prepare to be blown away, but remember, you’ll only be witnessing the very BEGINNING, of the new era that is about to be hoisted upon all of you by the one and only… Mattael Cillio.”

”With me in charge, you won’t have to worry about a thing! I’ve already prepared an excellent show for all of you to watch, and you’ll be sure to be impressed. You thought Bad Medicine was great? You better be ready for what we have in store for YOU in the coming weeks.”
The crowd mutters in excitement to one another, while Mattael begins to trace his steps back toward the backstage area.

”Now, let’s get this show underway, are you READY?!”

A huge uproar sounds, Mattael smirks and waves cheerily, as he disappears backstage.



”Betrayal of Fate” by Goukisan plays


The arena dims a little while lights begin to flicker on and off randomly and "Betrayal of Fate" by Goukisan can be heard through the speakers. The crowd cheers for the men to enter through the curtain as smoke begins to rise from the entrance ramp. After ten seconds, Christopher and Dustin jump through the curtain, which gets the crowd cheering even louder. Christopher and Dustin look out to the crowd and smile, showcasing their teeth in the process. As Chris walks to the ring, Dustin pumps the crowd up by throwing up his arms and yelling "Come on! You can go louder!" every now and again to get them to cheer louder than they were, just to psyche up his friend/client for the match. He slaps the hands of the fans that have them outstretched. Not wanting to miss out on this, Dustin slaps a few hands on Chris' behalf.

Chris slides into the ring and climbs on top of the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out to that side of the crowd and raises his left arm as high as he can, contorting his fingers to make a rock and roll sign. Dustin and the crowd respond by clapping, whistling, who knows what else. After a few seconds of showing off his hand, he lowers his arm and hops off the turnbuckle. He rests at the corner he just hopped off from, waiting for the bell to ring.

“Deftones” by Poltergeist plays


Melancholy chorus of humming begins to emit and echo across the crowded arena. The lights begin to dim, the atmosphere and lighting becoming darker and darker, as the humming starts to go off-key and give off a more... desperate tone. The chorus reaches it's crescendo, as a static radio noise blares rather loudly, in sync with the flickering light on the X-Tron. A voice begins to speak.

*STATIC*

Today humans come one step closer to self destruction... I'm not destroying the world-

*STATIC*

I'M SAVING IT!

Blue and red pyro goes off on the barren stage, that is filled with white smoke. Darth Punisher walks very slowly and purposefully down the ramp, glaring at the centre of the ring, with a chaotic smirk. Following him is an Ewok, who seems to be carrying a box, which design looks very intricate. Darth Punisher holds out a hand, as the Ewok opens the box, taking out the Dark Lord of the Sith's silver-hilted saber, placing it in his hand. Darth Punisher ignites it, as red fire shoots from each corner of the ring, causing everyone in the front row to have tinnitus for at least a week.

He carefully climbs up onto the apron, before giving a empty stare around the arena, making a point to waste as much time as possible, before stepping over the rope, his metal boots thudding against the canvas, and retracting to his respective corner.


The bell is sounded right as Punisher's entrance is ended, Isles immediately comes charging out from his corner, and sends Punisher down to the mat with a quick clothesline! Punisher is back up to his feet almost right away, and he throws a surprisingly quick jab, which is barely avoided by Isles, who then decides to hit Punisher with a stiff European Uppercut! Punisher staggers back slightly, before returning the favour with his own uppercut, that snaps Isles head back!

JIM ROSS: We're off to a quick start with these two! Both men want an early advantage!

Darth Punisher recoils backward with his head, before slamming his own skull right into the nose of Isles! The nose is immediately busted and blood slowly begins to pour out of it, Punisher takes advantage and grabs the head of Isles, before throwing him face first into the turnbuckle corner! Isles rebounds off of it with impact, right into the arms of Darth Punisher, who locks his arms around him and lifts Isles right up over his head, slamming him back-first with a german suplex, instead of letting go, he bridges his body upward, leaving Isles shoulders pinned to the canvas! The referee slides in for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

A kick-out by Isles right as the referee hits the canvas for the second time!

BOBBY HEENAN: This Punisher guy is pretty fucking strong!

JIM ROSS: Yes, but Isles isn't going down without a fight!

Isles is slowly being lifted up to his feet by Punisher, who has hold of his shoulder and head... right as Punisher has Isles standing up on a vertical base, Isles springs up off the canvas, extends both feet outward, and plants his feet right off the jaw of Punisher, who is shocked by the explosive dropkick, which sends him tumbling down to the mat! Darth Punisher is able to roll up onto his feet quickly off the dropkick, but he is met by Isles, who scoops him up in one fluid motion and slams him back onto the canvas, back first.

JIM ROSS: A beautiful body slam there by Christopher Isles!

Isles sizes Punisher up momentarily, awaiting for his opponent to get back up to his feet, as he does, Isles rushes over to the ring ropes, and leaps up onto them, before springboard off them and swinging out his knee in a wild motion toward the skull of Punisher...

BOBBY HEENAN: I told you this guy was strong! He just caught a fucking man in mid-air!

JIM ROSS: He's not that heav-

BOBBY HEENAN: HE. JUST. CAUGHT. A. FUCKING. MAN!

WHAM!

Darth Punisher, who had caught Christopher Isles in mid air off the springboard flying knee, had secured him into a powerbomb position, and just slammed him right into the ring floor! The ring shakes from the impact, as Isles arcs his back and spine upward in pain, he has a grimace on his face, while Darth Punisher covers him with no hesitation!

BOBBY HEENAN: It's over!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! Christopher Isles kicked out, just in the nick of time!

Punisher looks very agitated now, he forcibly pulls up the wounded Isles, who staggers in place for just a second, then surprisingly sends a chopping right into the throat of Punisher, who stares at Isles wide eyed... Isles is setting up for it, a Headlock Driver. He secures the Headlock, rocks slightly, and then sends Punisher and himself craning to the mat...

DEATH 2 U! (Headlock Driver)

The impact crushes the skull of Punisher, who goes limp upon impact! Isles rolls him over for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"Betrayal of Fate" begins to play as Isles stumbles up to his feet, a wide grin over his face. The referee raises his hand!

WINNER BY PINFALL: CHRISTOPHER ISLES


Isles is left celebrating in the ring, as the image fades away to a different scene.



We go backstage on the X-Tron to see Steve Sayors standing by with a microphone in hand.

STEVE SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the latest signee to the XWF...

Mid sentence, Sayors is interrupted.

VOICE: Uh, Mr. Sayors?

Steve Sayors's forehead crinkles as he looks genuinely perplexed.

STEVE SAYORS: Yes?

VOICE: Hold these.

With that, a large man in a vibrant blue hawaiian shirt and an orange lucha mask walks in front of the camera, holding two small items wrapped in tin foil.

STEVE SAYORS: What are those?

MAN: Hot dogs.

STEVE SAYORS: Oh, well, no thanks, I'm not hungry...

MAN: They're not for you to eat, they're for you to sell.

STEVE SAYORS: What?

MAN: Yeah. We'll make a mint. Those are good. Don't you know the meaning of hot dogs?

STEVE SAYORS: The meaning of hot dogs? What are you talking about? What do hot dogs mean?

MAN: They mean to be sold, and undercut the other hot dog guys by fifty cents.

STEVE SAYORS: Undercut? Where did you get these?

MAN: I made them.

STEVE SAYORS: You made them?

MAN: Yes, I made them. All by myself. Hot dogs aren't that hard to cook Mr. Sayors.

STEVE SAYORS: I'm pretty sure you can't sell your own hot dogs in the arena.

MAN: Poppycock. It's a free market. The arena wants to sell hot dogs, fine, I can sell them too. Those are the rules.

The man turns and looks directly at the camera, a smirk curling across his face.

MAN: Aren't those the rules here, America? Hey! How are you doing!

STEVE SAYORS: Yeah, but...

The man turns back to Steve.

MAN: But nothing, Mr. Sayors. Now here.

The man reaches off camera and pulls a red wagon into view. It's loaded with more tin foil wrapped hot dogs.

STEVE SAYORS: Hey, I...

MAN: Tut tut, now, Mr. Sayors. You'll get your scoop interview with the new talent later. This is a part of the contract.

STEVE SAYORS: Contract?

MAN: Mmhmm. Take it up with whoever signed this.

The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a yellow carbon copy. Sayors looks at it.

STEVE SAYORS: That's a speeding ticket.

MAN: Right.

STEVE SAYORS: Is that your speeding ticket?

MAN: Correct.

STEVE SAYORS: And?

MAN: I signed it. Now get going. You have hot dogs to sell before we have a formal interview. Them's the breaks. Other than that...

The man in the mask turns to the camera again.

MAN: Thank you so much for your time, America, as always an honor and a pleasure. I know there's action to get to. So I'll make you a promise and then stop disturbin', you'll never forget the name of me, Robbie Bourbon.


 Robbie<br />
Bourbon




”Monster” by Eminem and Rihanna plays


The lights go out, and then when they come back on Mastermind is seen standing on the top rope waving to the crowd.

Nothing plays


No Music. At All. Not even a fucking trumpet or some shit plays, as the hooded man makes his way to the ring.

The Hooded Man and Mastermind are both in the ring, Mastermind is stretching himself out, while The Hooded Man just continues to stare daggers at Mastermind, who finally decides it’s time to get to work, he comes out of his corner clapping his hands together and rubbing them slightly, The Hooded Man also marches forward, his arms out in anticipation, both men lock up against one another, both men hold ground, not allowing the other to advance position. The Hooded Man swiftly sends up a kick into the mid-section, but Mastermind is able to sway his body backward, out of the way of the vicious kick, The Hooded Man is sent slightly of balance in an awkward manner, allowing Mastermind the opportunity to slam him down wildly with a clothesline that slams off the chest and neck area of The Hooded Man. The Hooded Man is back up to his feet almost immediately, but he is scooped up into a side headlock by Mastermind, who squeezes down onto The Hooded Man’s head momentarily, The Hooded Man is quick to throw an elbow into the mid-section of Mastermind, who gasps for air as the wind is knocked out of him, The Hooded Man then swings that same elbow up into the jaw area of Mastermind, slamming across the jaw and stunning Mastermind, who flails backward, The Hooded Man charges forward and hits a simple running neckbreaker, slamming Mastermind into the canvas, the back of his head smashes off the ring floor, Mastermind’s eyes roll to the back of his head, but only for just a second, as he holds onto the back of his head, dazed.

JIM ROSS: Quick start by these two men here, who both seem to be looking to go on the offense!

BOBBY HEENAN: This is fucking boring.

The Hooded Man methodically begins to stomp onto the arms and legs of Mastermind, who screams out in pain as he holds onto his limbs, as The Hooded Man gets ready to send a vicious stomp toward the stomach area of Mastermind, he receives a shock as Mastermind barely moves out of the way, stopping the boot from landing, Mastermind then trips The Hooded Man by the feet, sweeping him down to the canvas, allowing Mastermind the chance to get back up to his feet, The Hooded Man embarrassedly starts to return to his own feet, only to receive a massive boot to the nose, a reward worth his troubles. The Hooded Man stumbles back down onto the canvas, clutching onto his nose as Mastermind drops down on top of him, hooking the leg.

BOBBY HEENAN: Finally, a fucking cover.

ONE!

TW-NOT QUITE! Quick kick-out by The Hooded Man.

Mastermind is already getting back up to his feet, but to his surprise, so is The Hooded Man, who is showing surprising resiliency to Mastermind’s move. Mastermind winds up for an uppercut this time, but the motion is not compact enough, allowing The Hooded Man the chance to send in a quick one-two punch that dazes Mastermind, before he locks down onto his head in a front facelock motion, drops down, and plants Mastermind face first off the canvas with a DDT. Mastermind’s skull is spiked off the canvas, and now it’s The Hooded Man’s turn to go for the cover.

ONE!

TW-NO! Mastermind powers out of it early, and now The Hooded Man is the one to his feet first, as he looks at his handiwork.

Mastermind isn’t out of it yet, he pushes off the canvas and begins to return to a standing position, The Hooded Man is there to meet him, as he quickly scoops him up, lifts him up over his head for a second, and then slams him back first down on the canvas, landing a nice body slam.

Mastermind arches his back forward in pain, The Hooded Man smiles underneath his cowl, as he then falls down to the canvas, and throws out an elbow, smashing it off the chest of Mastermind, who sits up abruptly after getting the wind knocked out of him for the second time this match. He coughs out loudly, as The Hooded Man swiftly grabs him by the shoulders, throws him back down, and hooks the leg once more for the cover as he pins the shoulders.

ONE!

TW-NO! Another kick-out by Mastermind, who rolls away from The Hooded Man.

JIM ROSS: Nice instinct by Mastermind to roll himself out of harms way, The Hooded Man is looking quite agitated…

BOBBY HEENAN: How can you tell that?! You can’t even see his face!

JIM ROSS: Body language Bobby, body language.

The Hooded Man stomps over toward Mastermind, and grabs him by the head, holding him by both sides of the skull as he lifts him back up to his feet, Mastermind smirks as he throws a knee into the gut, The Hooded Man loosens his grasp, allowing Mastermind to hook him by the head and leg, as he lifts him up over his head and hits him with a quick Fisherman Suplex.

JIM ROSS: Explosive Fisherman Suplex by Mastermind!

Mastermind stumbles back up to his move after the well executed suplex, he looks down at The Hooded Man, who is still looking to be quite strong as he is already beginning to push up off the mat to get back up, he is met with another knee by Mastermind, who slams it off the side of his temple, The Hooded Man flops down to the canvas belly first, Mastermind takes the invitation that’s given to him, he throws an elbow right into the spine of The Hooded Man, who clutches onto his back in agony. Mastermind repeats the motion, hitting right off the exact same area, he then wastes no time in getting The Hooded Man back up to his feet, before landing a solid dropkick on him that sends him back down to the canvas, Mastermind quickly goes for the cover once more.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! The Hooded Man just kicks out in time, Mastermind shrugs as he grabs The Hooded Man, he is surprised as The Hooded Man throws his head forward, slamming his skull right off the bridge of Mastermind’s nose, who staggers back wildly, The Hooded Man quickly clothesline Mastermind out of the ring, sending him crashing to ringside. The referee almost immediately starts the count, as The Hooded Man goes in after him.

ONE!

The Hooded Man is just getting out to ringside, he lands on his feet comfortably, Mastermind is still grounded.

TWO!

The Hooded Man looks down on Mastermind momentarily.

THREE!

The Hooded Man raises one hand up in a triumphant pose, as he looks out to the crowd.

FOUR!

The crowd respond by booing loudly, as the referee throws his hands up once more.

FIVE!

Mastermind is starting to stir, he pushes a palm up against the ring floor, but is immediately hit in the face by The Hooded Man, who threw up a boot to stop him from moving.

SIX!

Mastermind isn’t backing down, while clutching onto his face, he crawls to the barricade and uses it to get himself up.

SEVEN!

The Hooded Man assaults Mastermind once more, who is pinned down to the barricade, he tries to fight back but in vain, his position isn’t strong enough as he can’t throw anything powerful as he is pinned to the barricade.

EIGHT!

The Hooded Man uppercuts Mastermind viciously, Mastermind slumps backward, as The Hooded Man starts to retreat to the ring.

NINE!

The Hooded Man hurriedly rolls into the ring, while looking back at Mastermind, who seems to realize what The Hooded Man is doing, as he starts lunging toward the ring…

TEN!

The referee throws his hands up, signalling that the match is over, he walks over to The Hooded Man and raises his arm up in victory.

WINNER BY COUNTOUT: THE HOODED MAN


The arena is deathly quiet, as The Hooded Man instinctively rushes over to the ring ropes, he rolls out of the ring, away from Mastermind who angrily charges in, a look of confusion and disbelief on his face. The Hooded Man holds up his arm in victory, as he begins to back away up the entrance ramp, leaving the astonished crowd to wonder what could have been.



”Catch Your Breath” by CFO$ plays



The crowd goes silent, and await the arrival of he who was once gone. He who is known as "The Master of Pain". He who has been called "The Last Son of Eden". Suddenly, the lights die down throughout the entire arena...
...red strobe lights pulsate along with the sound of the heartbeat, static appearing on the jumbotron. The lights in the gorilla position begin flashing white and the huge silhouette of an inhuman looking being stands there, with spikes jutting out of it's shoulders. The camera changes focus to the gorilla position, and as the ambient noise comes to a halt with get a fast zoom in followed by a set of red eyes flashing in the darkness as the lights die again.

"Cain Is Here." Flashes across the screen, and the lights come up to a dim red hue as the guitars of the music drive the crowd into a frenzy. Cain stands at the top of the ramp, the original Cain, dressed in black from head to toe with a black leather duster hanging from his huge body, spike jutting forth from his shoulders.

As he slowly makes his way down to the ring, he stops from time to time, making Mattael Cillio wait. He continues down to ringside, staring at the crowd a moment before lifting the bottom of his duster and ascending the steel stairs.

Never taking his eyes off of Mattael Cillio, locked onto Mattael Cillio with a cold death stare. He slowly removes his duster and the lights come up. Just when Mattael Cillio think he's done, he nods his head and his eyes flash, flames erupting from the ringoosts...making you jump.

Cain smirks and the fans chant "Son-of-Ed-en" with rhythm.


”A Beast Am I” by Amon Amarth

Alysia begins to dance with juggling torches that have been lit. The lights get brighter, then darker, at least for a bit before the light darkens, and a strobe light begins its dance as Ghost Tank slowly makes his way out. Alysia would start to bring the torches closer to her body, lighting parts of herself and clothes on fire. The sound of metal scraping against the ground rings through the arena. As the lights begin to brighten, it reveals the source, as he wears shackles around his ankles and wrists, with the chain connecting the two scraping along the ground. At the top of the ramp, he lets out a primal roar, and begins to beat his chest.

A Beast Am I starts as Ghost Tank's arms fold across his chest, and then he throws his arms out hard, making a lowercase t with his body, and the bonds break apart. He then bends over, and rips the shackles off his ankles. He grabs Alysia, once free from his bonds, putting out the fire by hand. However, her outfit would be completely changed, as if the fire transformed her clothes. Letting her go after a kiss, he then ran to the ring, leaping from the ground and up to the top rope, which he grabs, using his power and agility to hold him straight upside down on the rope, then flips himself around, landing in the ring, onto his feet and facing the referee as he lets go of the rope, standing tall with his fists once more thumping against his flesh.
Both Cain and Ghost Tank are in the ring. The referee is now in the ring, and he orders the outside of the ring to start being on fire. He calls for the bell which rings, and the Inferno match is now underway. Both Cain and Ghost Tank look at the fire which now surrounds the ring.

JR: "I think these guys are now second guessing why they should be in an inferno match."

BOBBY HEENAN: "They should just get on with the match JR, and let it play out."

Suddenly Cain and Ghost Tank walk to the middle of the ring, suddenly Cain pushes Ghost Tank, who stands his ground. Ghost Tank stands his ground, smirking, as if that didn't faze him. Ghost Tank pushes straight back and Cain goes stumbling backwards towards the burning ropes. He stops just inches away from the ropes. He looks back at GT, who starts laughing, and Cain comes running back, and launches himself at GT. He hits him with a headbutt. Cain stumbles backwards clutching his head, it doesn't faze GT.

JIM ROSS: "I don't think that's the way to deal with Ghost Tank, not like that."

BOBBY HEENAN: "For once I agree with you J.R."

Ghost Tank runs at Cain, and hits him with a shoulder tackle. Cain goes down hard. GT helps Cain back to his feet, and snaps a Gorilla Press Gutbuster, and Cain drops back to the canvas, rolling around in pain.

Ghost Tank looks down at Cain, and starts booming out a hysterical laugh. Suddenly Cain moves away from GT. and gets up, and starts throwing lefts and rights, connecting with GT. But it still doesn't seem to faze GT. But suddenly Cain, grabs GT, and snaps a Side Russian Legsweep, which takes GT down. He gets on top of him and throws some more punches.

JIM ROSS: Cain is hammering away at Ghost Tank here, I don’t think Tank will be seeing straight anytime soon!

Ghost Tank flails around momentarily, as Cain continues to beat down on him, Cain finally lets up for just a second, catching his breath as he grabs Ghost Tank by the head, and begins to pull him up to his feet, Cain gets himself and Tank up to a vertical base, before shoving Tank into a turnbuckle corner, and throwing devastating knees into the mid-section, both men are near the apron and the fire is sprouting up near them, causing both men to begin to sweat profusely, Ghost Tank even more so as he receives knee after knee into the gut. Finally, he is able to stop one of the knees from landing, he pushes Cain off balance for only a second, before leaping up into the air and extending his feet, smashing them both off of Cain’s chest, Cain stumbles back after being hit by the dropkick, Ghost Tank quickly bounds off the mat, back to his feet, and follows up with a clothesline that drops Cain flat onto the canvas.

JIM ROSS: Ghost Tank is able to stop the booming offense of Cain for just a moment here, could give him a moment of reprieve.

BOBBY HEENAN: Screw that, keep hitting him Tank, you useless sack of crap!

Ghost Tank smiles as he looks down upon Cain, he grabs him by the shoulders and heaves him up to his feet in one fluid motion, Cain looks stunned for a second as Tank whips him into the ropes, Cain comes very near burning himself as he nearly flies into the flames, he rebounds back toward Tank, who immediately scoops him up from the thighs, spins around, and slams Cain’s spine into the canvas, connecting with an impactul spinebuster which causes the ring to shake immensely, Tank gets up, panting slightly, while wiping a hand over his brow.

JIM ROSS: The heat is definitely getting to Tank here, he’s turned his back to Cain… which is never a good thing!

Ghost Tank takes another moment to steady himself, and right as he turns around… he is greeted by Cain! Who sneers before sliding his hand over the throat of Tank, he chokes Ghost Tank for a few seconds, as he tightens his grip around the neck… before bracing himself, and then heaving the huge man off the ring floor! Tank dangles there in suspense for only a short while, as Cain then decides to barrel right down to the canvas, he smashes Ghost Tank into the ring floor with a crunching impact, Ghost Tank’s spine arches up immediately as he howls in pain, writhing around on the canvas after being hit by the chokeslam!

BOBBY HEENAN: He nearly broke the ring with that shit!

JIM ROSS: UNBELIEVABLE!

Cain takes not another moment to quickly scoop up Ghost Tank off the mat, he charges toward the ring ropes with Ghost Tank in hand, and sends him flying over the apron powerfully! Ghost Tank’s body is engulfed in flames almost instantly, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone with a fire extinguisher on deck!

WINNER: CAIN


Cain’s theme begins to blare throughout the arena once more, as Ghost Tank rolls around clawing at his body as it is engulfed in fire, after another ten seconds of this, finally a crew come down with fire extinguishers in hand, effectively stopping Ghost Tank from burning to death, although the wounds of war can be seen over his body, scorch marks are left all over him. Cain smirks as he looks at the defeated Tank, before he walks confidently out of the arena, to the backstage area.

"If I Fall" by Five Finger Death Punch plays


LH Harrison exits the rampway looking at the ring with disgust. He walks down the aisle before climbing into the ring despite the flames which lick at his ring attire. Ghost Tank looks surprised at the emergence of his former Prophet. Harrison grabs a microphone and smiles at Tank.

Hey Tank, how are you buddy? Tank goes to grab a microphone, but Harrison shakes his hand to indicate he didn't want an actual answer. No need for that Tank. Listen, I know you want back into The Asylum. Well Tank, I'm here to offer you that opportunity. In two weeks you will have that chance! All you have to do is beat an opponent of my choosing! Win? And you're in! Lose? And you're never afforded an opportunity to join again? Comprende? Good!

With that parting word, Harrison nails Ghost Tank with a Clothesline from Purgatory! He lifts up the hulking mass of Ghost Tank and slaps him, he slaps him again. Ghost Tank is seething! He rears back to blast Harrison, but Harrison dodges his fist and raises a knee to his stomach. Harrison lifts the weight up onto his shoulders before flinging him forward onto his knees!

From a Place of Hopelessness!

Harrison stands over his downed former Phoenix. He places his foot on his chest as he smiles at the camera.

Oh! I may have forgotten to mention this but... you're opponent in two weeks? It's ME!

Harrison kicks him and exits the ring.

After a short while, Ghost Tank is back up, he goes around to start clapping some hands fans...

Ghost Tank is doing a lap around the ringside area when one of the fans reaches out and takes him out with a lariat! Holy shit!

But wait, that's no fan. It's... a member of the KKK! The man is big and muscular and he's whoopin' Tank's ass right there in front of everybody at ringside. Are you telling me that Ghost Tank can't handle himself against a racist asshole fan?

The Klanman is actually wearing the X-Treme Title as well! So that narrows down who it could be to anyone who owns an X-Treme title belt. The man punches Ghost Tank in the asshole and slams him face first into the ring steps. The man then takes a holy bible out of his pocket that has a steel cover. He smashes it into Ghost Tank's face and then forces a bible passage down his throat. The man then spits chewing tobacco in Ghost Tank's face. Barney Green?!

X-Treme KKK Champion Tall Mystery Guy: You stay away from the champ now, ya hear? Faggot.



“If I Fall” by Five Finger Death Punch plays


"If I Fall" plays over the speaker system. As the guitar rift intensifies, Harrison bursts through the curtains under the X-Tron. He extends his arms out from his body at a 90 degree angle from his side. His face looks intense as he focuses on the ring. He enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends his arms out once more before getting down and twisting his neck back and forth.

“Hellraiser” by Moterhead plays


Calypso jogs out from the entrance and poses at the top of the ramp. He attempts high fives to the crowd on his way down, but misses several of them or no one returns the gesture. Nearly falling out of the ring, he pulls himself in from the middle rope, and falls on his face on the ring apron. He uses his "natural" guns with his fingers to point out to the crowd and then holsters them in his imaginary holsters.

As soon as Calypso’s theme begins to fade out, he is met with an European Uppercut by LH Harrison! Harrison smirks cruelly as he then proceeds to pummel the ever living shit out of Calypso, who has no answer for this onslaught! LH Harrison barrels Calypso into a corner, and then continues the attack, kicking the literal shit out of him with punches, kicks, elbows, knees, and whatever else you can think of! As he finally begins to back away, a large amount of swelling can already be seen over the face of Calypso, as well as blood trickling down from his nose and mouth!

JIM ROSS: That wasn’t very nice of Harrison, I don’t think. Calypso wasn’t even ready yet!

BOBBY HEENAN: Get over it Jim, it’s not Harrison’s fault Calypso is a fucking tool!

Harrison bends down as Calypso stumbles toward him, he then lifts him up from behind, in Electric Chair position… and then brutally drops down, cracking Calypso off the mat with huge impact. The crowd groans in disappointment, as Calypso seems to be showing no fight, Harrison backs away into the top right ring corner, as Calypso lies in the centre of the ring, with seemingly no where to go. Harrison seems to be shouting out Calypso, almost begging him to get back up to his feet, Calypso may have heard him, as he begins to claw at the ring mat awkwardly, before using his hands to push himself up to his knees… as he begins to get even nearer to being on his feet, Harrison pushes off the ropes, sending them into a shaking frenzy as he charges toward Calypso, swinging out his knee in a brutal arc, the knee smashes right into the temple with devastating force, Calypso is obliterated by the move, as he drops down to the canvas, not moving an inch.

BOBBY HEENAN: UTTER HYSTERIA! Now that’s the type of shit I like to see!

Harrison looks down at Calypso disappointedly, before dropping down over the top of him, rolling Calypso over, and hooking the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER BY PINFALL: LH Harrison


“If I Fall” begins to play throughout the arena once more, as Harrison celebrates in the ring, a huge smirk over his face. Calypso doesn’t even seem to be stirring yet, Harrison helps him on his way by shoving him out of the ring with his boot, a shot of LH Harrison is all we get as we go for a break.



A shadowy figure can be seen, he's a big man and he casts a shadow over the blank white wall which is situated behind him.

???: Out with old in with the new?... I prefer to look at it as out with the weak and in with the strong. I have no time for weakness, weakness is a plague in this world. In the old days, in times gone by, strength was looked upon as a respected value in society. The strong, the big were praised. They were used in battle and theywere rewarded handedly. These days the weak are praised. The underdog beating the bigger man is lauded as a story to passdown as inspiration when it can't be further from the truth. At the end of the day the big man wins, the strong man wins. There's a lot of weakness on XWF. I see it up and down the roster. Fromthe champions... to those in charge. I see weakness, whether it be mental, physical or in any other sense. I'm a big man, I'm astrong man... but my strength isn't just on my own... no, my strength is in a pack..

??? :The plague is coming and all the weakness, all the order and all that people consider 'good' will be swept by the plague of ME. You won't know when, I won't tell you why but one by one you will be forced to open your eyes and recognise that My Beliefs, My ways, My views and My way of life is the right one. Open your eyes Man, I'm Coming...

??? is laughing maniacally as scene fades ...



”Sick like me” by In This Moment plays


The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then hear the eerie sounds of a bell being tolled and then an explosion of fire emitting from the entrance ramp. The beginning of SICK LIKE ME by IN THIS MOMENT begins as the heavy guitar riffs kick in and red strobes dance around the stage. As soon as the verse kicks in, we see Peter Gilmour and his lovely queen Maria Brink #2 come out to the ramp. They smile at each other before going down the ramp hand in hand. Peter bobs his head to the song. They get in the ring together and Peter gets on the turnbuckle and throws up an "X" sign as pyro goes off above the ring. Peter hops down and hugs Maria as they wait his next victim.

“In the Clouds” by Under the Influence of Giants plays


The opening synths of "In the Clouds" by Under the Influence of Giants play, and the arena drowns in strobe lights of altering colors. The crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers and boos as that 4 x better than the best muthafucka Luca Arzegotti makes his way down to the ring, wearing a pair of comically oversized sunglasses and clapping off-rhythm. He takes the sunglasses off at ringside, slides them down his pants, then chucks them into the crowd before getting into the ring.

As Luca’s music begins to die down, the bell is almost immediately run, causing Gilmour to tentatively take a step out of his corner, he looks at Luca with a somewhat angry expression on his face, as he circles the ring, while Luca simply hops up and down on the spot, not seeming to care at all for Gilmour, who is slowly approaching him from the side.

JIM ROSS: Right off the bat, we can already see the pure disrespect being shown from Arzegotti to Gilmour.

BOBBY HEENAN: Respect? Fuck respect? Gilmour doesn’t deserve any respect!

As if Gilmour heard Bobby Heenan shouting it out, Gilmour charges at Luca at full pace, Luca calmly side-steps the rushing Gilmour, who goes flying chest first into the turnbuckle padding, Luca laughs momentarily before leaping up into the air and slapping his feet off Gilmour’s back, connecting with a dropkick into the back. Gilmour is sent back into the turnbuckle padding once more, he bounces off it, and Luca suddenly rolls his up from behind!

JIM ROSS: Arzegotti looking to come away with a cheap win!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! Gilmour kicks out of it, and rolls up onto his feet, looking surprised at the quick pin! He breathes in deeply, looking up at Luca who doesn’t seem at all concerned with his opponent, Gilmour snorts and throws a haymaker of a punch, Luca sways away from the wild swing and then abruptly moves forward, slamming Gilmour down to the mat with a lariat, by the time Luca swings his neck around to look down at his opponent…

JIM ROSS: Gilmour is back up instantly!

BOBBY HEENAN: Gilmour drops Luca with his own clothesline, although it was no-where near as good as Luca’s lariat.

JIM ROSS: Would you show some respect for Gilmour?

As the commenators go at it, Gilmour is on the offense now, pounding down upon the grounded Luca, who is laying on the mat and taking a pummelling, after a few more frantic punches and kicks, Gilmour finally decides to back away, allowing Luca the time to get back up to his feet, he sways around awkwardly as he does, allowing Gilmour the perfect opportunity to hit Luca with a rolling elbow strike! It connects off the chin, and Luca is sent staggering backward, Gilmour winds up for yet another punch…

BOBBY HEENAN: Ducked by Luca! Fuck yeah!

Luca sways underneath the punch and runs forward slightly, switching his position with Gilmour, he shoves Gilmour into the corner and connects with a kick into the knee, which slows Gilmour down considerably. He then grips down around Gilmour’s head and neck area, applying a nice front facelock, before dropping down to the canvas and planting Gilmour’s forehead off the ring floor, the ring rocks up and down from the impact, as Luca smirks at Gilmour, who seems to have no idea where he is after the impactful DDT! Luca gets up to his feet, still looking pleased with himself as Gilmour writhes on the canvas, he calmly hops up onto the top turnbuckle effortlessly, in one springing jump, before looking down at Gilmour, setting up for the…

BOBBY HEENAN: CASH MONEY SPALSH! HE GOT IT!

JIM ROSS: NO! Gilmour got a knee up, that must’ve been painful for Arzegotti!

Gilmour grimaces slightly as he looks at Luca, who is now winded after receiving a knee to the gut as he went for a 450 Splash! Gilmour struggles up to his feet, shaking his head slightly, before grabbing down upon Luca, lifting him up fluidly, and leaving him wobbling on his feet for a moment… before lifting Luca up off the ground in one powerful display, and then dropping him back down straight onto his skull! Luca’s head is crushed into the ring floor after the damaging brainbuster.

JIM ROSS: THAT ROCKED HIM! Luca doesn’t know where he is!

Gilmour slaps his own head once, physcing himself up, as he rolls out of the ring and goes out on the hunt for a weapon! He pulls out an assortment of shit, he tosses a kendo stick, a steel chair, and a saucepan into the ring! (Why the fuck is there a saucepan underneath the ring?!) He waits a little while, breathing deeply as he looks back into the ring, Luca is still recuperating after receiving the deadly brainbuster. Gilmour hurriedly searches back beneath the ring, and begins to pull out what looks to be a table! He pulls it out from underneath the ring, and lifts it up to his chest, before sliding it into the ring, where Luca is now just barely getting up to one knee, leaning on it for support! Gilmour wastes no time getting back into the ring, he makes a beeline for the kendo stick, which is closest to him, he picks it up and waves it around in front of Luca, who is unaware that Gilmour is right behind him! Luca staggers up, and as he turns around…

WHAM!

BOBBY HEENAN: WHAT THE FUCK? NO! That can’t be right! That’s illegal!

JIM ROSS: It’s X-Treme Rules Bobby! He can do what he wants!

The kendo stick cracked off Luca’s forehead with a sickening thud, sending him craning back down to the canvas, eyes rolled up in the back of his head. Luca falls spread eagle on the canvas, Gilmour looks down on him for a second, before dropping the stick and falling down over Luca, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Luca powers out before the three count, Gilmour looks agitated, he looks at the referee in annoyance, before slowly getting up to his feet, panting heavily. He spots the saucepan he threw into the ring earlier, sitting in the corner of the ring, he makes his way over to it, and picks it up, he tests the weight off it for a second, looking oddly pleased, he then turns around, ready to use his newfound weapon on Luca…

JIM ROSS: How is Arzegotti standing! He recovered in an instant!

BOBBY HEENAN: YES!

Luca sends his leg up into the air, flexibly sending it flying toward the saucepan that Gilmour is holding in his hand, Luca’s superkick slams off the saucepan and sends it bouncing into Gilmour’s skull, he drops the weapon instantly, as Arzegotti then winds back up, bringing his foot back…

AND THEN SMASHING HIS FOOT RIGHT INTO GILMOUR’S GROIN!

BOBBY HEENAN: GOOD SHIT LUCA!

JIM ROSS: Weren’t you the one complaining about Gilmour’s kendo stick being illegal? This is just wrong!

Gilmour’s face scrunches up momentarily, as he realizes what just happened, he rocks back and forth for a second, before dropping down onto the canvas and howling out in pain, Luca laughs at his fallen foe, he scans the ring, before gripping down onto the saucepan that Gilmour conveniently dropped right in front of him, Luca looks at his opponent in a sadistic manner, before bringing the saucepan up frighteningly high… then dropping it in a vicious arc toward the face of Gilmour!

CRASH!

The crowd yells out in amazement as the sound of the saucepan connecting with Gilmour’s nose reverberates throughout the entire arena, Luca drops the saucepan to his side, and looks down at his handiwork.

JIM ROSS: That’s just sick! Gilmour’s nose must be broken! Blood is flying everywhere!

Gilmour is lying down on the canvas, blood pouring out of his nose, some of it trickling down onto the mat and his chest, his mouth area is also covered in blood, while his hands lay limp by his side, Luca meanwhile still has a sadistic smile on his face, as he mocks Gilmour who isn’t responding to anything around him. Luca doesn’t seem to be satisfied yet, as he walks over toward the table that Gilmour slid into the ring earlier, he grabs it, and surely enough… starts to set it up in the centre of the ring, soon enough, the table is standing in the middle of the ring, and Luca now has Gilmour by the head. Blood is still pouring profusely from his nose, as it appears to be broken. Gilmour is unceremoniously dumped along the table, Luca looks to the turnbuckle corner, as Gilmour still hasn’t moved an inch after receiving the saucepan to the face. Luca is already up on the top rope, he has a war wound of his own too, a small gash along the top of the forehead after copping the kendo stick to the face, he doesn’t seem to recognize it though, as he sizes Gilmour up, gauges the distance… and then leaps…

BOBBY HEENAN: CASH MONEY SPALSH… THROUGH THE TABLE!

The table breaks immediately from the weight of the two men, it snaps and pieces of the table get sent flying throughout the ring, some splinters even flying out to ringside. In the middle of the table lie Gilmour and Luca, Gilmour seems to have received most of the punishment, as his body is now completely still, while Luca is shaking his head, having only seemed to have been given a few splinters for his troubles. He takes a moment to gather in his surroundings, before pushing the ruins of the table away from his body, he then staggers up to his feet, before looking down at the broken body of Gilmour, he places a solitary foot over his chest, as the referee reluctantly begins to make a count.

ONE! The referees hand hits the mat, as Luca raises an arm in victory.

TWO!... The hand hits the mat once more, Luca is soaking it all in, as the crowd gives him mainly negative reactions…

THREE!

BOBBY HEENAN: Luca’s done it! He’s fucking done it! Get fucked, Gilmour!

JIM ROSS: Wait… NO! The referee is signalling that… this match is still going!

Luca’s theme music, which had just started to play, is immediately cut out, even the technicians thought the match was over! Luca looks around in confusion, only to see that Gilmour has his shoulder meekly off the canvas! He looks up toward the referee, who confirms that Gilmour just barely pushed his shoulder up off the ring floor…! The referee holds up two fingers in the air, as Luca pushes his foot off of Gilmour, immediately scolding the referee for what he thought must have been a slow count!

BOBBY HEENAN: BULLSHIT! Luca’s right! That was a SLOW COUNT!

JIM ROSS: Be that as it may, this match is still going on!

Luca has now pushed the referee into the corner, grabbing him by the scruff of the shirt, he has a wild look in his eye, his full attention is focused square on the referee, who is persistent in letting Luca know that Gilmour did in fact kick out! While all this is going on, Gilmour is getting time to recuperate, his arm is still up in the air, albeit barely. He rolls onto his side, coughing out a bit of the blood that trickled down into his mouth, he seems to be having trouble breathing, as he moves upward to his feet, he pounds a fist into the mat, as he tries to will himself up to his feet, he struggles for the next thirty seconds, as the crowd cheers him on ( at least HE thinks they’re cheering…), and surely enough… he’s back up to his feet! Luca only just now backs away from the referee, unaware of Gilmour being right behind him… and right as he spins around…!

JIM ROSS: ARZEGOTTI ISN’T PAYING ATTENTION…! GILMOUR… END GAME! END GAME! THIS MUST BE IT!

Luca’s head cracks against the canvas, the package piledriver absolutely destroys him. His arms instantly fall limp, as the ring bounces up and around, the ropes going wild off the impact of the huge move. Gilmour, wiping away some more blood from his face, struggles to get his body up over Luca’s, he throws one limp arm over his body. The referee, still seeming a bit shocked after Luca’s verbal attack, slides in to count the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOT QUITE! Luca springs up a shoulder at the very last millisecond! Gilmour can’t believe it! He throws his hands up in frustration. But sets to picking Luca up once again, Gilmour is clearly tired, as he can barely lift Luca without falling himself, he seems to be setting up for another End Game! The crowd cheers loudly as Gilmour signals for the end…

BOBBY HEENAN: SURPRISE! I fucking knew Luca wasn’t out of it!

Right as Gilmour signalled to the crowd, Luca shot a quick jab into the face of Gilmour, already somewhat dazed after the beating he took, Gilmour can barely even react as he takes a single step back, he appears almost frozen in face as Luca sets up for it… he begins to pick the much larger Gilmour up, he has a sadistic smile on his face as he sets up for the Omega Driver…!

BOOM!

Luca nearly destroys the ring after dropping Gilmour with The Kneeling Omega Driver! Gilmour isn’t moving an inch, his eyes are shut as Luca drops over him, not even bothering to hook the leg as he looks on with that smile still sprawled over his face!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER BY PINFALL: LUCA ARZEGOTTI!


“In The Clouds” by Under the Influence of Giants plays throughout the arena, the crowd gives Luca mixed reactions as he gets up to his feet… but they then start to boo as Luca spits right over Gilmour! Gilmour who hadn’t moved at all, is disgusted by the act as his eyes shoot open, Luca is already across the ring thought. Luca is celebrating when out from the audience comes a big man wearing a KKK hood and the X-treme Title. The totally mysterious man is beating up Luca with a bible that has a metal cover. The man with the X-Treme Title around his waist grabs Luca and gives him a triple power bomb onto the metal bible. He then forces Luca to bow down to Peter Gilmour who's laughing demonically with a wicked smile on his face. The unknown X-Treme champion in the hood gives Luca one last hit to the back of his head which knocks him out. The man then grabs a microphone.

Mystery X-Treme Champion/KKK Member: You and the rest of yer' faggot friends better stay away from Dim. So spread the word. Faggot.

The mystery man looks down at his waist and realizes that he's wearing the X-Treme Title. This might not have been in his plan.

Mystery/ X-treme Champion/KKK Member: SHIT!

The mystery hooded man wipes his boots on Luca's face and exits the ring.

Peter is in the ring still recovering from the beating he took at the hands of Luca Arzegotti. Luca is on the opposite side of the ring having just been accosted by a "Mystery" KKK Member when suddenly three he-she's walk out of the back all wearing dresses and high heels. They slowly and carefully so as to not flash the crowd climb through the ropes. Once in the ring the three ladyboys approach Peter Gilmour.

The one reaches down and flips Peter Gilmour onto his stomach and then lifts up his shirt to his shoulders. Once finished the tranny whore and his two friends hike their dresses up, whip their dicks out and start jerking themselves off. It takes only a moment and the three transvestites climax in unison on Peter Gilmours back.

The one tranny hooker who appears to be Asian kneels down to speak to Peter.

"Mr. Pryce sends his regards.'

The three trannys pull their dresses back down and begin to point and laugh at the pool of man goo that is covering Peter GIlmour's back. Once satisfied that they've done their job the three climb down out of the ring and walk to the back.

Luca and Gilmour are both laid out in the ring, although Luca is just starting to stir, he looks around in confusion before slowly getting back up to his feet, he begins to laugh wildly as he looks at what happened to Gilmour, who just seems to be out of it altogether.

JIM ROSS: Well… this is all we have time for people… although I don’t know who’d want to see anymore of this…

BOBBY HEENAN: Fuck up Ross! We all love this shit! We’ll see you next time on Warfare, motherfuckers!

Luca finally decides to leave the ring, as the camera pans in on Gilmour's back, before the image fades out all together, an XWF Logo appearing on screen.
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06-04-2015, 08:26 AM
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I dont reckon i know who that tall fella was but id take his advice if i were u luca and tank



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06-04-2015, 08:47 AM
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06-04-2015, 08:52 AM
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Shut up faggot



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06-04-2015, 10:22 AM
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dim if you attacked me im going to kill u.. then Mr. Pryce and his 3 faggots who attacked me!

I think it's time for a funeral for those 3 fags!

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06-04-2015, 10:44 AM
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Backstage, Ghost Tank can be seen with his body covered with first and second degree burns, grinning wide as Alysia stood by his side, gently caressing skin that had not been burned and colored a deep red like a streetlight. While he grinned, he spoke,

Congratulations, Cain. However, I will be back. The next time we face off, you will be completely destroyed. You engulfed me in fire, but you should watch our match. You, supposedly the greatest immortal killer in history, were dominated by a mere mortal. The Phoenix has fallen, but out of the flames, it will rise again.

As for you, Harrison. Even if I manage to win our match in a couple weeks, you said I wanted to rejoin The Asylum, and I would be allowed back in. However, you are wrong. Never make assumptions, because you'll make an ass of yourself. I do not want back in The Asylum, because of one simple reason: If you and Doc wanted me in, you would have let me stayed in it. Instead, you both tossed me aside.

So you know what?

Fuck you, Fuck Doctor Louis D'Ville, and fuck The Asylum.

We'll face off, and I will win, just to show that I don't need The Asylum, and I don't need "The Higher Power".


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06-04-2015, 11:36 AM
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The asylum dont need some faggot with baby shit in his hair anyway

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06-04-2015, 12:46 PM
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(06-04-2015 10:22 AM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said:  dim if you attacked me im going to kill u.. then Mr. Pryce and his 3 faggots who attacked me!

I think it's time for a funeral for those 3 fags!

Well Peter. Perhaps if you had kept my name out of your mouth I wouldn't have had to rent three ladyboys from Frodo to leave you a little gift.

What's that, you don't remember what you said? Here, allow me to give you a refresher.



Dickless Child Said:and Theo Pryce is running his company all while taking back shots from a transvestite. Wonder if it was Caitlyn Jenner.

You see Peter, once again your mouth gets you into trouble. It's a damn shame those three things didn't leave their present on your mouth, from what I saw it looked like it might have been just enough to shut that thing up permanently.

Oh and PS: I got rid of Pryce Industries almost a year ago. Try and keep up.



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06-04-2015, 01:45 PM
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leave peter alone you fucking faggot ass nigger lovin' caitlyn jenner wannabe

just cause peter a little slow dont give u no right to bully him

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06-04-2015, 09:33 PM
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it went under because u suck as an owner Theo :P

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06-04-2015, 09:39 PM
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(06-04-2015 10:44 AM)Ghost Tank Said:  Backstage, Ghost Tank can be seen with his body covered with first and second degree burns, grinning wide as Alysia stood by his side, gently caressing skin that had not been burned and colored a deep red like a streetlight. While he grinned, he spoke,

Congratulations, Cain. However, I will be back. The next time we face off, you will be completely destroyed. You engulfed me in fire, but you should watch our match. You, supposedly the greatest immortal killer in history, were dominated by a mere mortal. The Phoenix has fallen, but out of the flames, it will rise again.

As for you, Harrison. Even if I manage to win our match in a couple weeks, you said I wanted to rejoin The Asylum, and I would be allowed back in. However, you are wrong. Never make assumptions, because you'll make an ass of yourself. I do not want back in The Asylum, because of one simple reason: If you and Doc wanted me in, you would have let me stayed in it. Instead, you both tossed me aside.

So you know what?

Fuck you, Fuck Doctor Louis D'Ville, and fuck The Asylum.

We'll face off, and I will win, just to show that I don't need The Asylum, and I don't need "The Higher Power".


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06-05-2015, 03:27 AM
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(06-04-2015 09:33 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said:  it went under because u suck as an owner Theo :P

Do you even listen when people speak? Who said anything about it going under? I gave the company away so I could pursue other things. The company still exists today and it still makes money. Just not as much as when I ran it. So that shoots your whole theory to shit. But hey, they wouldn't be Peter Gilmour's words if they were accurate.

Now Peter do yourself a favor and stop talking because every time you do you make your best friend the jolly green retard look like a genius.



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06-05-2015, 08:36 AM
Post: #13
yea Peter

theo was spendin' too much time suckin' nigger cock to run a company on the side.



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06-05-2015, 09:20 AM
Post: #14
he was too busy sucking maddy, Samuels and Luca's cocks too that dirty faggot

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06-05-2015, 10:48 AM
Post: #15
no peter... Luca ain't got no cock.

Boy got his ass whipped by some out of shape fan who jumped him in the ring



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06-05-2015, 10:53 AM
Post: #16
Do you let Dim hold your dick when you are taking a piss Peter? Or do you draw the line at carrying you through matches and basically doing everything you try to do, except better? You know, in the ring, in front of the camera. Better watch out Peter, Dim might try and get his stunted dimdong in your beloved Maria's STD ridden box next.



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06-05-2015, 10:59 AM
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dim has a bitch unlike you. oh wait u got maddy and samuels...

and luca got destroyed by me.. then some wigger comes in and beats us up and has the xtreme title.....

I know and hope its not dim.. I think its Bruce Fagsteen

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06-05-2015, 11:01 AM
Post: #18
fuck u theo

just cuz im a widower and im makin everyones fiance wet in their panties with my big muscles dont mean that im tryin to steal them

im a good christian man with morals

i dont worship the devil



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06-05-2015, 11:50 AM
Post: #19
Well Dim it sounds like you might have an issue because your best friend Peter, he does worship the devil. Or more accurately, he Dong worships him. Peter also claims to be immortal, no doubt something his buddy the Devil bestowed upon him. Assuming he's even telling the truth.

Dim you seem like a fellow with morals, questionable as they may be, you might want to talk to your best friend. I'm not sure he's good for you.



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06-05-2015, 02:55 PM
Post: #20
(06-05-2015 10:59 AM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said:  dim has a bitch unlike you. oh wait u got maddy and samuels...

and luca got destroyed by me.. then some wigger comes in and beats us up and has the xtreme title.....

I know and hope its not dim.. I think its Bruce Fagsteen

Jesus Christ Dim, did you hear that?

Peter you are the worst best friend ever. Dim doesn't have a woman anymore. She died. How could you not know your best friend in the entire world is now a widower?

How?

As for Luca, he didn't get destroyed by you, he beat you. Fair and square. Again. Like always.

I think I ever heard the fans chanting 3 and 0. 3 and 0. Over and over again.

As for the wigger...he didn't beat you both up. Just Luca. And how can you call a guy wearing a KKK Hood a Wigger? If anything that makes him the anti wigger.

It's ok Peter, you must have sustained a head injury during that match that is the only thing that could explain your sudden bout of retardism.



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06-05-2015, 07:52 PM
Post: #21
theo.. shut the fuck up

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06-06-2015, 04:17 AM
Post: #22
Why don't you try and make me you fat bitch?

Or are you going to get Dim to do that for you too?



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06-06-2015, 08:57 AM
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Y so u can get your cronies to help u beat me?


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06-06-2015, 11:20 AM
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peter aint fat

if u watched his promos youd see that hes shown having big muscles



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06-06-2015, 11:21 AM
Post: #25
You lost to an 8 year old.

Pretty sure that means I can beat you cronie free.

In fact I have. 3 times already.

See that's one of the differences between you and me fuckboy. I don't need help winning matches. You welcome the chance for someone else to get the job done for you.

Short version.

Peter Gilmour = Bitch

Theo Pryce = Not a bitch.



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06-06-2015, 11:27 AM
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that 8 year old had help from his classmates you stupid faggot hypocrit



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06-06-2015, 11:33 AM
Post: #27
Dim why don't you go take a seat at the playground? Maybe to them you might sound smart.

Now pay attention because I'm only going to explain this once.

I said I as in Theo Pryce didn't need cronies to beat him. I didn't say anything about whether an 8 year old kid needed help or not.

I know that might be confusing to someone who had to go through 5th grade 3 times but it's the truth nonetheless.

Having said that, that would make me not a hypocrite. It would however make you an idiot unable to keep up.

Now run along Dim before you hurt your brain.



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06-06-2015, 11:38 AM
Post: #28
we all know that u set that up so that peter would be walking into a trap

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06-06-2015, 11:41 AM
Post: #29
Yeah that sounds like something I'd do.

Nevermind the fact that your best friend was stupid enough to agree to fight an 8 year old in the first place.

What happened to all this good christian bullshit? A guy fighting an 8 year old doesn't sound like a good Christian to me Dim.

That sounds like an asshole.



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06-06-2015, 11:45 AM
Post: #30
he comes from a bloodline of faggots so peter had the right idea in tryin to put an end to him

anyone whos connected in anyway to niggers or faggots deserves to die regardless of age

it is a sin and goes against what the founding fathers and jesus had in mind for this beautiful country

so it is written

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06-06-2015, 11:48 AM
Post: #31
So if that's the case what about the time your friend Peter was assfucked on camera and then later admitted to it?

Wouldn't that make him not just a faggot but a weak piece of shit?

Practice what you Preach Dim.

Don't be faggot ass hypocrite.



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06-06-2015, 12:17 PM
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that was a result of a match stipulation

he was forced to admit something that aint true

and peter came to god right away after that match to clear some things up in regards to that situation

the fact o the matter is peter was a victim of a faggot that was way out of line and is the reason that we need to exterminate these species

and ive made sure that frodo faggins is gone. ever since i joined asylum hes been no where to be found

like i said before theres a new xtreme sheriff in town

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06-07-2015, 11:23 AM
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shutup theo or dim will put u down

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06-07-2015, 12:25 PM
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Shut up Peter, or an 8 year old will put you down.

Again.



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06-07-2015, 12:30 PM
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NOCMM: It was an army of 8 year olds, retard. One 8 year old would take your faggot rookie ass out.

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06-07-2015, 12:40 PM
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(06-07-2015 12:30 PM)Hero Xtreme 7.9 Said:  NOCMM: It was an army of 8 year olds, retard. One 8 year old would take your faggot rookie ass out.

Christopher: So? Pete still looked like a fucking jackass by the end of the show, brah. That was a John Madison endorsed failure, that was.

By the way, how were you able to tell it was an army of 8 year olds? Your eyes are invisible too, so without light to bounce into your pupils can't make out the image, therefore, making you an invisible, blind man.
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06-07-2015, 12:49 PM
Post: #37
NOCMM: God made it so my invisible eyes can see whatever they want you pseudo-scientist. Where'd you read that bullshit? BuzzFEED PINK? Go watch biblical promos if you want to learn about invisible people. Liberal-leaning news websites don't know shit.

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06-07-2015, 01:19 PM
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(06-07-2015 12:30 PM)Hero Xtreme 7.9 Said:  NOCMM: It was an army of 8 year olds, retard. One 8 year old would take your faggot rookie ass out.

No. No they wouldn't.

Not in this life or any other.

Now go before you out yourself any further as a fraud.



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06-07-2015, 01:21 PM
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NOCMM: You can't out someone who isn't a fraud as a fraud you dumb rookie. When I put Eli James down for the count of 10, something you never did, I'll prove that rookie. Do you want to fight too, pussy?

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06-07-2015, 01:26 PM
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You're right. I never put him down for a 10 count. You see unlike you and your client, I only needed 3 seconds to put him down. December 17th 2014. I put down him and your new found charity case Peter Gilmour.

And since when do you an invisible bitch made pussy fight? I thought you were just an invisible mouthpiece?

Or did your invisible balls finally show up and now you fancy yourself a wrestler?



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