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Mr. Oz · (09-18-2016)

LIVE from The Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio! CM Punk's blood is still all over the floor... and it's TIME TO GET SAVAGE!!!!

Codename: Haven
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Maria Brink
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Benito Angelo

Athena Boudreaux
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Bryce Allen
Falls Count Anywhere

Luna Hightower
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Chris Chaos

Hunter Payne
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Nate Higgers
I Quit Match

MAIN EVENT
Robbie Bourbon
- vs -
Bearded War Pig
Cage Match[/color]

Once the band finishes, Ghost Tank's theme hits and he walks out onto the stage wearing a black suit with a neon green tie, mic in hand, smiling slightly

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT!"

The audience explodes into cheers, while Ghost Tank revels in them, chuckling slightly.

"First I wish to thank Filter for being here to play for us all! Secondly, I was entrusted with tonight's festivities, and we have a great night planned ahead! We have the triple threat starring Codename: Haven, MARIA BRINK-"

Soon as he said her name, people cheered

"And finally, Benito Angelo! After the triple threat, we've got your hero and a certified lunatic trying to fucking come after my title, LUNA HIGHTOWER!"

Another loud round of cheers

"Yeah, I know you'd love to see her take my title away, well, it's NOT GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN! And her opponent is Chris Chaos! Now, are you guys ready to see four men in pain?! Because we've got Hunter Payne versus Nate Higgers in an I Quit match which will be followed by a match featuring one half of the tag team champions, Robbie Bourbon facing off against the up and comer, Bearded War Pig!

So! Ladies and Gentlemen! No more talk! IT'S TIME FOR THE TRIPLE THREAT! LET'S BRING ON OUR FIRST MATCH!"

Ghost Tank's music hits and he makes his way down the ramp, and towards the announcer table.

"Hello gents. I'm going to be calling the matches tonight. Going to be giving a direct hands-on approach tonight."

Gaylord and Mike welcome GT and the show starts.

Gaylord: "Welcome aboard, Mr. Sephtis."

Mike: "Yeah, welcome to our table."

GT: "Thank you, boys. Now let's get this show on the road!"

Codename: Haven
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Maria Brink
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Benito Angelo

Haven, Maria Brink and Benito Angelo were all in the ring, each of them planning out their strategy. Who would they go after first? Haven and Benito had the same idea and went after Maria Brink. The woman saw this and with quick thinking fell on her back,(Which well know, that's where she loves to be most of the time.) opened her legs and squirted out nasty ass blood from her Baby cannon. Haven's widened, she reacted quickly and grabbed Benito and used him as a human shield. The Mob Boss was now flailing his arms about. Once Maria had finished, Haven wrapped her arms around Benny and tossed him over with a German Suplex. Maria got to her feet and went to clothesline Haven as she was getting up, but the little lady dodged it, she moved so quickly that it seemed she Teleported out of the way, Maria shocked at this, turned around to see where Haven had gone to but she had bounced off the ropes and was already heading back to Brink, who felt a pain in her gut, Haven had kneed her with a kitchen sink, Maria flipped over and landed on her back. Benito was up now and came from behind Haven, turned her around and punched her in the face.

Haven straggled backwards into Maria as she was getting up, which caused her to back the way she came, Benito used her momentum and lifted her up and shoved her back downwards with a sitout spinebuster. Benny used this to pin her.

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Haven kicked out and rolled away, Benito was still seated, Brink ran up and kicked him right in the face, which busted open the Italian's nose, blood was now pouring out and covering all of he's nose. Maria grabbed Benny and stood him up on he's feet. She wrapped her arms around his waist and tossed him over her head with a belly-to-belly suplex, Haven hit a leg drop across Benito's neck as soon as he had hit the mat but as soon as she stood up, Maria tossed Haven out of the ring. She then grabbed Benny as he got to he's feet, locked his head with her arm and started to run, she was going to finishes him off, but as she was running, Benny reversed it by stopping Maria in her track, he spun her around and kicked her as hard as he could in her gut, and hit a Lifting DDT. Maria crashed and burned hard but Benny was tired and she had landed a bit away from him. He started to crawl to go for the cover but as he was. Haven had gotten up on the turnbuckle and drove off of it and landed on Maria with The Fall Of Man. Benny tried to get up to cover Maria but he was met with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head for his troubles. Haven moved with lighting speed and covered Maria.

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THREE!!!!

Winner: Codename: Haven!

Ghost Tank sits next to the two men, eyeing them both

GT: "So, where have you two been?"

Mike: "Skiing."

Gaylord nodded at the quick and very questionable answer.

GT: "All right then. You two need to fucking stay here until we fucking give your ass a vacation. You don't go away unless we say so. You're the voices for this show. Got it? Without you two, there's new viewers who don't know what is being called, what each move is, et cetera. So they need you."

Athena Boudreaux
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Bryce Allen

Falls Count Anywhere

The referee steps in-between Bryce and Athena who are jawing at one another, he calls for the bell and ducks out of the ring.

Gaylord: BOY OH BOY! THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD! HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS FOLKS!

Athena instantly goes for her finishing roundhouse kick, but Bryce is able to grab her leg and begins clubbing her in the face with the palm of his hand.

With Bryce still holding onto her right leg, Athena begins to hop backwards toward the ropes and falls down, causing Bryce to fall over the top rope as his body lands hard onto the floor.

A dazed Athena stands back up to find that her nose has been busted open, blood is just pouring down onto her chest. She begins panting heavily, obviously enraged as she climbs the top rope.

Mike: TALK BOUT A BLOODY VALENTINE! ATHENA IS SUCH A BABE!

Athena dives off the rope and onto the floor, crashing into a now standing Bryce with a devastating flying clothesline.

Athena goes for the pin, the ref starts to count:
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OH BUT BRYCE KICKS OUT!

Athena stirs up to her feet first, and heads over toward the timekeepers table to grab the ring bell

Bryce gets up to his feet, only to find Athena charging at him with the bell

Mike: OH MY GOD ATHENA JUST CRAC… NO WAIT!

Bryce just dodges by Athena, then from behind smashes her in the head with a double axe handle attack.

Athena falls to the floor, her face landing directly on the ring bell, leaving a nasty gash on her head.
Bryce goes for the cover, the ref counts:
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3……. NO! JUST IN TIME ATHENA GETS AN ARM FREE AND KICKS OUT!

Bryce stands overtop of Athena and begins trash talking her, he then turns around and starts taunting toward the fans.

Gaylord: OH DAMN!!!

Suddenly Athena thrusts her leg up, kicking Bryce right in the nuts!

She gets up, and grabs and full of Bryce’s hair while he sits on his knees wincing in pain while he grabs at his crotch.

ATHENA: EAT THIS MOTHER FUCKER!

Athena repeatedly smashes Bryce’s face down onto her knee; he has blood gushing from his mouth. She pulls his head back up and looks at him,

ATHENA: YOU LIKE THAT BITCH!?!

BRYCE: FUCK! YOU!

Bryce spits a gob of blood in Athena’s face, and she retaliates with a devastating slap, then picks him up and rolls him back into the ring.

Athena moves Bryce into the corner then sets him up for her trademark springboard bull dog, but just as she turns around to slam Bryce’s face to the mat, he uses his strength and pushes her off.

She turns around and takes off running back toward the kneeling Bryce, but suddenly he explodes up and catches Athena with a sickening clothesline that causes her body to flip multiple times in mid-air.

Bryce goes to exit the ring and grab a weapon, BUT SOMEHOW ATHENA IS RIGHT BACK UP AFTER HIM! NOW THE TWO ARE EXCHANGE RIGHT FISTS ON THE RING APRON!

Athena knees Bryce in the gut causing him to bend over… she now takes a few steps backwards on the apron, she looks to be setting up for a big move.

Mike: “IT LOOKS LIKE ATHENA IS ABOUT TO TRY HER ROUNDHOUSE AGAIN! ON THE APRON!”

Athena charges toward Bryce, and she manages to hit Bryce with such force he bounces off the ring ropes and flies into the side of the announcer table, shoving it backwards!

Athena drops down and climbs onto Bryce's body and the ref slides into position while she covers him!

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3!!!

Athena slowly stirs and begins to rise, getting her hand raised before the medics come in to make sure both contestants are good.

Winner: Athena Boudreaux!

Luna Hightower
- vs -
Chris Chaos

Take The Wave by Naifu plays over the P.A. system. Luna walks out from the back. She stands at the top of the ramp and checks her M-9 Bayonet to make sure it's sharpened and ready for battle. She puts it into the sheath that's attached to her belt then makes her way down to the ring, gets in and stands in one of the corners and waits for the match to start.

Chris Chaos runs to the ring, slides across the mat, then stands up and gets into the corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Luna and Chris looked right at each other. Chris focus with no emotion on he's face, Luna a grin that would make the devil proud. The ref called for the bell and the two rushed each other and met in the center of the ring and started to trade punches but soon Luna had the upper hand and started to push back Chaos with a combo of strikes. She soon got Chris into one of the corners. Once he was, Luna hit Chaos in the face with an elbow smash. Luna picked up Chris and set him on the top turnbuckle. Luna stepped back, ran and jumped on the middle rope, She turned in mid air and kicked Chris Chaos in the head, which made flip off the top rope and hit the mat hard as he landed on he's back. Luna laughed and pointed at Chris before walking over to him and got him to he's feet. but Chaos pushed Luna away and kicked her in the gut, Chaos hit her with a DDT, The top of Luna's head mat, Chris got up and started to stomp at Luna's head and shoulders(Oh look, Product placement). As Chris Chaos was going down for he's final stomp, Luna stopped him by grabbing he's foot, she tripped him and slapped on a single leg Boston Crap.

The blue haired warrior had Chaos in the center of the ring. She tightened the lock and added more pressure. Chris grunted in pain, The ref asked if he wanted to quite but Chris shook he's head no and started to crawl to the ropes, Luna noticed and kept bending he's leg, she was now sitting on he's back but Chris kept moving inch by inch and finally was in arms reach of the bottom rope, he kept grabbing at it, the pain shooting up he's whole body now but he wouldn't give up, he went for one more grab and with all of he's power pushed himself closer, he got a hold of the rope!

The ref was tapping on Luna's shoulder telling her to the break the hold, Luna let go of Chris's leg and stepped back, she started to pace back and forward as she waited for the man to get up, she was like a shark in the water, just waiting for the perfect time to strike. Chaos got up with the helps of the ropes and turned to face Luna, he gave her the middle finger, this pissed off Luna, she hit the ropes and went for a clothesline, but Chaos had put up he's leg and hit Luna in the face with a big boot. Luna fell back holding her face, Chris not wanting to waste any time, ran(limped) over to her, jumped into the air and hit a massive elbow drop right in the center of Luna's chest, which knocked the wind out of her.

Chris got Luna to her feet, placed her head between his leg before lifting her up and sent her downwards, but Luna reversed the powerbomb into Hurricanrana, she flipped him in mid air and caused Chaos to land right on the top of his dome. Luna had held on and now had him pinned, She reached back took hold of Chris's legs, the ref slid in and started the count.

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KICKOUT!

Luna Hightower and Chris Chaos were now both tired and laying on the ground to catch a moment. Chris started to move, which in turn made Luna as she saw her opponent was trying to get to his feet. The crowd was into the match and were cheering their heads off. The two fighters forced up right and did so at the same time as the other. The crowd popped as Luna and Chris were face to face once more. The two locked up and tried to struggle for dominance but this time Chris won and pulled Luna's head down and got her in a side headlock and he had it in tight. He squeezed Luna's head tight, which caused her pain. She tried to get Chris's arms unwrapped from her's head but he wasn't going anywhere, so she did the next best thing. She started to ram her elbow into the undefended midsection of Chaos. This made him loosen he's grip, Luna pushed Chaos with all of her might, Chris was heading to the ropes, but he jumped on them and launched himself into the air, he turned and held out he's arm to catch Luna off guard.
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DIM MAK!

Luna catch Chaos right in the heart with her deadly palm strike, Chris crashed down into the mat like a rag doll. Luna turned Chris onto he's back, hooked he's leg.

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THREE!

GT: " WAIT! NO! Chaos put his foot on the rope!"

The ref was about to call for the bell but GT stood and pointed to the the foot, giving one helluva deadly looking glare

Luna stood up looking like she'd won, then saw the foot on the rope and looked at GT

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I FUCKING WON! MAKE HIM RING THE FUCKING BELL!"

Tank chuckled softly

GT: "Foot on the rope, you fucking loon! Match continues!"

As Luna is turning around, Chaos catches her with Wrong Side of the Tracks! She's hit hard and makes her bounce off the ropes and positions himself to catch her. She's hanging limply over his shoulders taking her to the middle of the ring, then delivering The Equalizer!

GT: "Well holy fuck! She's gotta be out! Not even that crazy bitch can kick out of that!"

Richard Wang slides into position, and begins the count!

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TWO!

THREEEEE!

He calls for the bell while Tank chuckles

GT: "That's what happens when you get too big for your britches. You finally face someone who can put your ass out!"

Winner: Chris Chaos!

Ghost Tank chuckles a bit more, looking to the two men beside him

GT: "What do you guys think of my skills as a General Manager?"

Mike: "They're good so far."

Gaylord:"Good, Mister Sephtis."

GT: "Eh, you two are fucking brown nosers, no clue why I asked you two."

Hunter Payne
- vs -
Nate Higgers
I Quit Match

As the music hits Hunter Payne doesn't walk on stage until the artist begins to sing, leaving about 15 seconds of anticipation for the fans. As the Lighting flickers to the beat of his theme song, Hunter Payne stands on the stage for a few seconds, to get a 'feel' for the atmosphere in the arena. High-fives the fans as he walks down the ramp, slides into the ring, then followed by posing on the top turnbuckle to the fans enjoyment.

Red white and blue lights flash while THE BOSS pumps through the speakers. Nate Higgers marches down to the ring and stops to face the American Flag, giving it a salute before kissing a small gold cross around his neck and then tucking it back under his vest before entering the ring.

The ref looks at the two, calls for the bell to begin and the two immediately rush at one another! However Hunter stops and then performs a deep arm drag, and both get to their feet, only for Hunter to perform another deep arm drag, as both men get to their feet, he looks like he's about to do a third, psyching out Nate who stops dead in his tracks. Hunter just smirks, wags his left index finger, taunting Nate, who charges again, but instead of meeting another arm drag, Hunter picks him up and does a Samoan drop! It makes Nate roll out of the ring, and Hunter follows suit as Nate is pressing his hand to his back.

Hunter kneels down onto the ground as Nate recovers, and he pulls out a stop sign!

GT: "Seriously, did he just pull out a fucking stop sign?! Why the fuck is that under there?"

Hunter lifts the sign and is about to smash it on Nate's head, only for Higgers to slam his shin straight into Hunter's testicles!

GT: "Well, that's one way to stop someone from getting hit by steel."

Hunter drops the sign, then Nate picks it up and begins to slam it straight across Hunter's head! Once, twice, thrice, four times, five, and then as Hunter drops to his knees, Nate goes faster with slamming the sign into Hunter's head in quick succession as it goes six,seven,eight,nine,ten! He throws the sign like a frisbee into the barricade before going under the ring and grabbing a fire extinguisher before grabbing the mic from the ref with his free hand and speaking into it

"Say you quit!"

He places it next to Hunter's mouth, who breathes heavily,

"Fuck you!"

Nate gives the mic back, and just as Higgers is about to slam the extinguisher into Hunter's head, he feels a quick punch to the balls from Hunter!

GT: "Payback is a fuckin' bitch, Nate."

The extinguisher is dropped and the area around them has begun to fill with a cloud from the extinguisher. While everyone in the area begins to cough, the two men are slugging it out, until Nate gets the upperhand, tossing Hunter into the ring, who runs over to the other side and slides to the outside of the ring, with Higgers following after. Payne looks like he's going to search for something to hit Higgers with, but instead as Nate gets closer, he sends an uppercut straight to Higger's gut, then slams a knee into his gut, and as Nate falls to the ground, Hunter grabs an electrical cord and wraps it around Nate's neck then kicks him straight between his shoulderblades and begins to choke him out with one hand as he locks in the modified Crippling Payne!

GT: "OH SHIT! How's Nate gonna say I Quit if he's fucking choking the man!"

Chaz Bobo comes over with the mic and holds it first to Hunter's mouth

"SAY I QUIT, YOU STUPID FUCK!"

Nate is tapping out! The mic is next to Higgers' mouth who is gurgling

"I-UERGHKT QUI-ECHHK-T! IQUITIQUIT!"

Chaz calls for the bell, and Hunter holds the choke until finally releasing him and moving to stand as one of the medical professionals from the back runs out to check Nate's neck.

Winner: Hunter Payne!

GT: "Well shit, I was hoping to see someone fucking die tonight. Anyways. I'm going to leave and deal with something in the back. Have a great night, guys."

Mike: "You too, Tank."

Gaylord: "See ya on Savage probably, Mr. Sephtis."

He takes the headset off and makes his way to the back.

Ghost Tank is in the back, and Bryce is starting to change to leave, the cameras follow him as he stomps to the locker room, then with a mighty kick, he breaks the door off its hinges, sending it flying into the wall. Startled Bryce turns around, only to get speared powerfully into the lockers so hard his back gets cut up, and several of the lockers are severely dented and some broken. The lacerations so deep, Bryce is crying and bleeding profusely.

"Get the fuck out of the XWF, you fucking punk. You're no longer welcome here!"

He then walks out, his shoulder is cut, his head is as well, but he is tended to on the fly as he walks away to head to the office.

Mike: "I guess that was what he had to deal with."

Gaylord: "Yeah, some trash."

MAIN EVENT
Robbie Bourbon
- vs -
Bearded War Pig
Cage Match

The cage is lowered around The Big Dick Pig, and President Bourbon. The bell rings and President Bourbon casually strolls over to where War Pig is standing, and slaps him across the face. Pig can do nothing about it, as his oath upon entering the Marines keeps him striking the President. Robbie knows this, and throws a punch to the face of War Pig, which slams the Pig into the ropes. Robbie pulls Pig off the ropes and slams him to the mat with a DDT. Pig is down, and Robbie begins to jump up and down on his leg. Pig is just going to let this savagery continue, he refuses to harm to the President. Someone rushes over to the cage, and begins to scream at Pig that Robbie isn't really the president. This allows Pig to grab Robbie by the leg, and roll him off. He holds the president in an ankle lock. President Bourbon laughs at this as Pig tightens the grip. Robbie uses his other foot to kick Pig in the face, which breaks the hold as Pig goes to grab his face where Robbie's boot connected. Robbie throws another boot to the face of the Pig of War.

Pig's nose is busted open, and blood is dripping down his beard. He gets to his feet, and sees Robbie standing there like a mountain of a man. He's quickly hit with a spear, though. As Pig is not playing gently, he wants to become King of the Mountain. Both men hit the ropes and stay there as Pig decides to lay into the possible president with a series of punches and kicks. Robbie wraps his massive arms around the Pig in a bear hug, moves him away from the ropes, and then slams his big ass down on the mat with a beautiful German Suplex. The possible prez bridges it into a pin.

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Shoulder up! Pig has a shoulder up as the ref calls for the break up. Both men separate from each other and get to their feet. They look at each other, and charge. They leap into the air, and do that Matrix grab thing where Smith and Neo hold on and freeze. Except they don't freeze here, they just grab each other and spin in the air before falling to the ground. Pig grabs Robbie in some sort of awkward headlock, with his arms wrapped around the neck of Robbie, pressing his head into Pig's shoulder. He's using his badass killer body to choke Robbie out. But it backfires as Robbie sinks a tooth or 14 into the shoulder and cobra traps of the undeniably badass Bearded Mother Fucking War Pig, slaughterer of the Sandy Jihadist fags. War Pig tenses and then releases the grip. Robbie jovially laughs as he gets to his feet before throwing his big ass knee to the face of the Veteran Hero of the World. Pig manages to get himself back on his feet, and throws a fist right to the eye of Robbie. The crowd loses their shit for Pig, which is odd because it's an Ohio Crowd, and he is clearly a Michigander. The world is a fucked up place, but Pig loves it as he smiles and soaks in the crowd's praise. He reels back, and slams his fist once more into the face of Robbie.

Pig grabs Robbie by the back of the head and drives him right into the turnbuckle, head first. Robbie is busted open, and bleeding down his face. Pig wipes the blood with his hand, and then covers his face with Robbie's blood. The crowd is pretty shocked by the display of American Badassery. Pig then grabs Robbie, his new war paint seems to give him super strength, and allows him to throw Robbie over the ropes and straight to the pavement below. If Robbie looks carefully he can probably see the stains from Punk's tears. They probably look nice mixing with Robbie's blood. He stirs, and begins to pull himself up, but is caught off guard by War Pig flying down from the turnbuckle, with a massive and oddly perfect corkscrew splash. Robbie and Pig are down on the ground, and both are busted open. The crowd is standing up on their feet and screaming for Pig. He's on top of Robbie, but not moving.

Robbie, however, is stirring, and pushes the Piggie off of him. Robbie staggers to his feet, now completely covered in blood and Punk tears. He grabs the beard of BWP, and lifts him up with it. Robbie is holding Pig in the air, and slams him into the cage wall. The metal netting shakes and rattles as Pig's flesh hits it. Robbie repeats the process and the cage shakes some more. Pig kicks his free legs into the torso of Robbie, who drops him. Pig is on his knees trying to catch his breath and waiting. Robbie staggers back, and holds his chest miming Fred Sanford. He acts as if he's having a heart attack, the crowd cheers. Pig gets to his feet, throws his head back and screams to the heavens as he rips his shirt off. Robbie stops his Red Foxx routine to throw an elbow to the face of War Pig. Pig staggers back into the cage, and Robbie runs back. Pig looks perplexed as Robbie charges at him fast and hard. Robbie leaps into the air and in a rare showing of athleticism from the massive man he leaps and throws his entire body into Pig sideways. This slams them both into the ropes, and draws blood from the back of the Pig. Robbie hits the ground with a thud. Pig topples on top of him, and lays there for a moment. before getting to his feet, and throwing his boots to the face of President Bourbon. One, and then another. And then a third. And fourth. Four boots to the head of the president. And then Robbie stops moving. Pig drops down on top of him, and covers for a pin. The ref sees it, and rushes over to count.

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Winner: Bearded War Pig!

Secret Service burst through the cage and place Pig in custody as someone tries to revive the passed out Robbie. Robbie stirs, and sees what's going on. He stops it and pardons War Pig. Both men and the Secret Service members leave, and out from the back walks out Paul Heyman, mic in hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman…”

The crowd says his name in unison,

“…and I am here tonight to introduce myself, to you, as the very proud, very much honored advocate of my newest client.

You see folks; my newest client is unlike anyone I have EVER worked for. My newest client is without a doubt going to be my most successful, my most dominate, my most feared, my most adored by the masses of ANY superstar I have ever had the pleasure of working with or for, then or now, better or worse; MY CLIENT IS AN INDESCRIBABLE, UNEQUIVICAL, UNREPREHENDABLE FORCE OF NATURE GRANTED TO YOU ALL AS A GIFT FROM THE HEAVENS WHO WILL LAY WASTE TO ANY AND EVERY ONE OF THE SO CALLED XWF SUPERSTARS!”

Paul wipes a bit of sweat from his brow and adjusts his suit jacket,

“So let me introduce to you, my client… SHE IS THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUITED, TWO TIME, I SAID TWO TIME, XWF FEDERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!

DOLLY WAAAAAAAATERS!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd goes into a frenzy of mixed reactions. The kids and women are cheering their asses off while the smarks make their dissatisfaction known…

Halestorm’s “I am the fire” beings bursting through the loud speakers as Dolly Waters, dressed much like a UFC fighter, steps out onto the stage under an a array of strobe lights with fiery pyro exploding behind in the background. Her newly won Federweight Championship is shimmering around her waist as she makes her way to the ring.

As she enters the ring, the music settles while the pyro smoke lingers through the building. Dolly stand next to Heyman who is clapping his hands, the crowd still going crazy with a mixed reaction, the boos begin overtaking the applause.

A fired up Dolly rips the belt from off her waist and runs toward the ropes, holding the title in the air, opening her arms and screaming at the crowd,

“COME TAKE IT FROM ME THEN! COME TAKE IT LOSERS!”

Paul settles her down and lifts he microphone back up,

“That’s fine, that’s fine… You people can boo, and cry, and wonder how and why all you want; and you can go back home to your miserable little lives after tonight and tell your wife, or your boyfriend or girlfriend just how shocked and upset and displeased you are, but next week I guarantee you that you’ll turn on your televisions to witness my client’s shear greatness, and next time we’re in town, you’ll buy tickets again!

And your kids! Your kids are going to buy her shirts, and your daughters, even your sons will look up and say: “Daddy! I want to be just like Dolly Waters when I grow up!” why? Because SHE’S A WINNER! SHE IS A FORCE! SHE HAS EVERYTHING THEY WANT! AND EVERYTHING YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO PROVIDE!

The simple fact of the matter is this; my client Dolly Waters is the most destructive force this company has ever had grace its booking office, you just don’t know it yet!”

The boos grow louder and louder,

“It’s true, yeah, that’s right! YOU PEOPLE don’t know it yet, but your leaders in the back?!? They know it; they know goddamn well what they’re watching right now! And are they happy? No, they’re just like all of you people, except they know what this means for their legacy!

You see up in New York the XWF shareholders are salivating right now, they see a 79 pound, beautiful, badass cash cow in the middle of this ring and they’re buying more stock right now in my client, Dolly WATERS!

But Vinnie Lane and Frodo Smackins? Those two are cowering under their desks. Those two know a good prospect when they see one, those two are two men who spent most of their careers at the top of this industry, and they look in the ring and they see my client and THEY KNOW BEYOND A SHOUT OF A DOUBT THAT SHE IS THE REAL DEAL!

You people boo, that’s right keep booing, but do you think that for a second, after all the years I spent in this business, after all of the great champions I’ve managed, all of the great promotions I ran, you think that with all of my expertise I would piss it all away on a twelve year old girl for no particular reason?!?
You think I’ve made a mistake?”

The smarks break out into “YES!” chants,

“No. I haven’t. The only person who made a mistake was Frodo and Vinnie Lane for signing the one person, who by the time she retires, will make their careers nothing more than an afterthought!

Do you people really think it was a mistake that my client, on her first day in this company, captured the Federweight Title while barely breaking a sweat?!? AND THEN, IN HER FIRST DEFENSE OF THAT REIGN, SHE DEFEATED THEN UNIVERSAL CHAMPION DR. LOUIS DEVILLE?!? THEN WHAT DID DOLLY WATERS DO?!? SHE LAYS THE TITLE ON THE GROUND FOR THAT PATHETIC METH HEAD JOHN BLACK TO SCAVENGE!

And just when you were all thinking she was a one time-off, one hit wonder, MY CLIENT, Dolly WATERS, ON HER FIRST DAY BACK RECAPTURES THE TITLE WITH EASE FROM HUNTER PAYNE! Did you people really think that Hunter Payne stood a chance?

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Because he never did, there’s not a scenario dreamt by the maddest mescaline trip in which Dolly Waters wasn’t going to defeat Hunter Payne, and everyone in the back knew it!

So do you all believe it’s just a coincidence? Think again folks. Dolly Waters will carry this championship as long as she damn well pleases, and the moment she wants someone else’s championship, she’ll take that too and she’ll carry it for as long as she damn well pleases.

You see Dolly Waters doesn’t even need me, I need her. All of you people need her. The Shareholders in New York need her. The entire wrestling industry needs her, and in terms of caliber, there’s not another wrestler on the same street, same zipcode, congressional district, state, nation, in this entire fucking world who can match her! Not Scully, not Unknown Soldier, not Dr. DeVille, not Dillinger, Ghost Tank, Gilmore, Bourbon… NOT JESUS CHRIST OR THE GODDAMNED DEVIL HIMSELF CAN HOLD EVEN THE DENSEST MOST AIR RESISTANT CANDLE TO MY CLIENT!

This is not a ploy people, this is not some charade, you can sit there on your fat asses and bad mouth the belt around my client’s waist all you want but I guarantee you can’t take it from her. My client, Dolly Waters is going to be the biggest star this company, and this entire world has ever seen.

Do you think Scully is going to get offers to host the Teen Choice Awards? I think not. Do you think Unknown Soldier will be getting calls from Hollywood anytime soon? Doubtful. But will Dolly Waters? You bet your asses off she will, and when Dolly Waters goes to restructure her contract with the XWF, they are going to give her anything she demands, because she’s DOLLY. FUCKIN. WAAAAAAATERS!!!!!”

Paul throws the mic down as Dolly’s music hits again. He sits on the rope for her to exit the ring and the two are followed by a camera crew out of the arena, just as the two are getting ready to enter Paul’s Mercedes, Steve Sayors runs them down,

“Dolly Waters! Dolly Waters! What just happened out there? What does all of this mean? What are you going to do next?”

Dolly smiles in the camera,

“Well right now Steve I’m off to catch up on some homework, and then I’ll likely go try on some new dungarees and eat medium rare fillet mignon. I have a 24/7 Belt to defend, so do you know what that means? The Dolly Waters show never stops. Kids, work hard, eat yer’ vitamins and drink lowfat milk. Bye Steve.”

Dolly winks and enters the vehicle; the driver takes off with her and Paul in the back seat.

Miss Joy · (09-18-2016)

Yay!!! We won!

Hunter Payne is back and looks better than ever!

I'm so proud of you baby.

You are SO getting laid tonight! ;)

Nico LaVey · **09-18-2016, 11:13 PM**

What are you gonna do, break his belt again like a little girl throwing a tantrum? You're probably eligible for a better title anyway. Get over yourself.

Mr. Oz · **09-19-2016, 12:38 AM**

Ghost Tank laughs heartily. Wiping a tear from his left eye.

"Ahhh... Luna. It's hilarious to see you this angry. I can't help it that he had his foot on the ropes and I noticed it. It was my duty as the General Manager of the evening to make sure the right winner didn't get fucked over by a ref not noticing the foot on the rope. Get pissed at the ref. Get pissed at Chaos. Or maybe you should get pissed at your very own ego. You claimed you were better, that you were owed a title shot. Yet you fucked up, sweetheart. As someone who has experienced what getting a big head can do for your own abilities, you underestimated Chaos, and he took advantage.

It's not my fault that you are a terrible wrestler."

Mr. Oz · (09-19-2016)

"You know what? You started this, Luna. You put your hands on my title. You deserve to be fucked over."

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