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**Vincent Lane** · (10-16-2016)

SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT: OCTOBER 15TH, 2016

LIVE from the Smoothie King Center in New Orleans, Louisiana, XWF brings to you SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT!

GET HYPE!!!

Thumper
- vs -
Jayden Thunder

Isabella Ravenwolf
- vs -
Z
Saint Louis Cemetary Brawl

Match takes place in the cemetery and must end with a pinfall at the tomb of Marie Laveau

Chris Chaos
- vs -
Shaker Jones
- vs -
Benito Angelo

Dream Match
Guppy Parsh
- vs -
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MAIN EVENT

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Television Championship Match
Kitt Kennedy
- vs -
Dolly Waters
15 Minute Time Limit

Gaylord Cockshafer: Welcome to the Crescent City, XWF fans! We are LIVE in New Orleans for Savage Saturday Night!

Mike Stump: What a show we have for you too! The Television Title will be defended inside a Hell in a Cell!

Cockshafer: Not only that, but we'll see a St. Louis Cemetery brawl between two incredibly mysterious competitors, Isabella Ravenwolf and the undefeated newcomer Z!

Stump: He beat Ghost Tank!

Cockshafer: He certainly did, it wasn't even close! He dominated Ghost Tank!

Stump: Ha. Ghost Tank is a funny name.

Cockshafer: God dammit Mike... you're drunk!

Stump: Let's not waste any more time here, Gaylord, you gaylord. We've got something going on the back, let's head there now!

Dolly Waters is seen backstage, skipping around with her relatively large Television championship over his shoulder. Normally, Paul Heyman’s job, but he is nowhere to be found. Upon closer inspection, you can see Dolly Waters actively looking for something as she skips. She passes some production equipment, eventually seeing Steve Sayors and other XWF crewmembers.

Dolly Waters: Have you guys seen Paul Heyman?

A unanimous “No.” From everybody forces Dolly to skip along as she continues to inquire as to the whereabouts of her manager.

Switching cameras, we now see Paul Heyman tied up to a black swivel chair in a dark room. He’s been kidnapped! Duct tape over his mouth prevents him from screaming or talking. A swift punch from an unidentified person knocks Paul Heyman and the swivel chair down.

Cockshafer: What the hell is going on back there???

Stump: Quiet Gaylord! We have a match!

Jayden Thunder was already in the ring and waiting for Thumper to come out. Then Thumper's theme hit over the P.A. system and the crowd went ape shit.

Thumper came running out all happy light, jumping up and down at the top of the ramp before making her way down to the ring, she climbed up onto the ring apron and waved the the crowd, they all cheered for XWF's sweetheart. She gave a big smile before taking hold of the ropes and used them to vault over them and into the ring. She stood on the other side of the ring and waited for the bell.

Tig O'Bitties"This match is scheduled for one fall. introducing the opponent. From Portland, Maine. Standing at five ten and weighting in at 182 lbs. She is XWF's sweetheart. Thuuuuuuuuuuuumper!"

DING DING

The two wrestlers walked to the center of the ring to meet with the ref Mika Hunt. She looks at the two and tells them to shake hands. Thumper puts out her hand to shake Jayden's. The male swaps her hand away before flipping her off like the fucking asshole he is.

Gaylord Cockshafer"What a fucking D-bag!"

Mike Stump-"You're telling me. Jayden Thunder needs a good THUMPIING!"

Thumper frowned when Jayden gave her the bird. She answered with and open palm slap to the face of Jayden Thunder. WHACK!. Thunder went fell to the ground like a bitch. Thumper started to stomp away at the man. He couldn't block any of her stomps to the face and chest. Once she was finished, she brought Thunder to his feet before kicking him in the gut, she wrapped her arm around his head and held him in a headlock. Jayden tried to get out of the hold but he just couldn't do it. Thumper must be much stronger than she looks. After holding the hold for a few moments, she ran and jumped while still having a grip on Thunder's head. She hit a bulldog on the male, his head bounced off the mat hard. She got up to her feet. She looked to the crowd and waved and blew them kisses. Once again the crowd roared for her.

Gaylord Cockshafer-"How can you not like Thumper? She's sweet and just so darn cute."

Mike Stump-"I know right? Jayden Thunder is just a

ass bitch, who couldn't get laid if he pulled out his dick for Harambe."

As Thumper was entertaining the crowd, Jayden had gotten back up to his feet. He was pissed off to the point his face was red as Satan's dick. He let out a roar and rushed Thumper. She heard this and turned just in time hit Jayden with a Lariat, Jayden did like a hundred flips into the air. Well holy fuck. How could that have happened? Who knows? WHO GIVES A SHIT? THUMPER!. XWF's sweetheart was wide eye at what she had just done but she smiled and took hold of Jayden and raised him to his feet. She patted the dazed Jayden Thunder's head before she spun around and hit Thunder in the face with a Standing Heel Kick, Jayden did a standing 360, now facing Thumper again, She pulled his head down and placed it between her legs, pulled him up off of his feet and brought his head down in a piledriver. She stood up and looked down at Jayden, who was twitching like a crack head who hadn't had their fix yet. She reached down and took hold of one of his legs and soon locked in a Figure Four Leg Lock. Jayden Thunder went bat shit crazy due to the pain. He tried his damn best to get out but he just couldn't do it. Being a bitch and all. The pain was too much for him to bare, he tapped out.

Gaylord Cockshafer"YEEEEEEEEEEES! She did it! I knew she was going to win!"

Mike Stump"HAHAHAHA, that stupid cunt face bitch Jayden Thunder got a fucking Thumping the likes we have never seen. That's what he gets for not shaking her hand. Fuck Jayden Thunder!"

Tig O'Bitties"Here is you winner by submission. THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMPER!"

Winner-Thumper

Back to a tied up Paul Heyman, you can distinctly see his eye starting to swell. The kidnapper rips the duct tape off of Paul Heyman’s mouth. The beaten down manager begins to lightly chuckle in his chair.

You think you’re going to get away with this?! Do you know I am? There is a search party looking for me right now! What are you? Mad? Are you mad because you couldn’t beat my client Dolly fuckin’ Waters last week? Or, are you mad because we beat up your little girlfriend last week?

The camera pans up to see Hunter Payne is in fact the kidnapper.

You and your little band of misfits crossed the line last week. Now every Tom, Dick, and Harry is going to try to attack my wife. So Paul, I have to send a message, right here and now, that touching my wife is absolutely unacceptable!

I didn’t touch your wife!

Yeah yeah yeah, Charles Manson didn’t murder anybody, yet everybody knows he was the disgusting little slimeball behind all the madness. Just like you!

You are deranged! Attacking me will do nothing Hunter!

Well, I think we’re gonna have to disagree on that one Pauly. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before you try to drive a man to the brink of insanity. Hey Paul, let me ask you, have you ever been a human punching bag?

Before he can answer, Hunter places the duct tape back over Heyman’s mouth and proceeds to tee off with right and left body blows to an immobile Paul Heyman.

Shaker Jones stands in the ring waiting

Tig O'Bitties: Th following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!

The crowd is silent as they wait and then the theme of Benito Angelo blasted over the P.A. System.

Tig O'Bitties:"Making his way down to the ring. Standing at Five foot Eleven and weighting in at 206 pounds. He is from New York, New York. Beeeeeeeniiiitooo Angeeeeeeeelllooooooo"

The mobster makes his way down to the ring with a big shit eating grin on his face. He walks up the steps to the ring before stepping through the ropes. He looks at Shaker Jones and says something to him in Italian. It wasn't very friendly if you were wondering. Benito leans on one of the corners and lights up a cigar as he waited for the last person to enter the ring.

Tig O'Bitties:"Making his way to the ring. Standing at Six foot Five and weighting 240 pounds, he hails from Tampa, Florida. Chriiiiiiiiisssss CHAAAOOOOOOOS"

The man known as Chris Chaos walked out to the stage with his manager Jenny Myst, as they made their way down the ramp, Chris slapped her ass, which made her giggle and playfully punch Chris in the arm. Once at the apron. Chaos got up and looked at his manager and told her something the camera mics couldn't pick up. He stepped in between the ropes and was now looking at his two opponents. Benito and Shaker Jones.

The three men share a stare down in the middle of the ring until Chris Chaos takes a quick swipe at Shaker Jones. Jones dodges and the three men begin circling each other in the ring. Jones has his eye on Chaos when Angelo steps back and nails him in the side of the head with an elbow. Jones staggers back into the ropes and Chaos comes right after him with a huge clothesline sending him over the top and to the outside! Jones cracks his head off of the apron and then onto the floor! He's out out of it!

Meanwhile in the ring, Angelo didn't waste any time and right as Chaos followed through with his clothesline, he was being rolled up! Angelo has some good leverage!

One!

Two!!

Chaos rolls through too his feet and kicks Angelo in the chest before he can even recover from the kickout! He bounches back and the two regain their composure while keeping a close eye on the other competitor who's still on the outside.

The two men finally size up each other, Chaos being quite a bit taller than Angelo he makes it obvious standing tall in the middle of the ring. Angelo doesn't back down and dives right into a tie up with Chaos. The two men work back and forth until the obvious leverage from Chaos works Angelo into the corner. The referee breaks the two apart, only for Angelo to throw a thumb into the eye of Chaos.

After the text book move from Benito Angelo, Chaos stumbles back and makes a quick lap around the ring. Shaker jones manages to gain his feet and start to crawl back into the riing, but as Chaos makes his way by he kicks Shaker in the head sending him back out to the floor. Angelo rushes out of the corner looking to connect a big forearm, but Chaos counters with a high knee that sends Benito straight onto the flat of his back. Chaos doesn't hesitate to pick him back up and slam him straight back down with a DDT! He covers Benito Angelo and hooks the leg!

One!

Two!!!!

Benito kicks out with a vengeance! Chaos slowly gets back to his feet as if he was calculating his next move, Benito as well.

Chaos lands a kick in the gut of Benito. Again! And... Benito catches the foot and swings Chaos around! The KILLING BLOW! Benito's going for it! He lifts Chaos up, but it's countered! Chaos kept his weight down and twisted around landing Bentio flat with his own DDT! Chaos springs up and rushes to the corner and slaps the turnbuckle! He's fired up! Shaker Jones is back to his feet again! He may be concussed! He jumps up onto the apron and starts yelling at Chris Chaos who gives Shaker all of his attention now! Chaos rushes Shaker but he ducks! Chaos misses him with an elbow and gets stopped in the corner turnbuckle! Benito sees the opportunity and runs straight at Chaos hitting a big splash! Right behind him is Shaker and he tries the same thing, but Benito moves and Chaos is seated in the corner from the splash! Shaker's miss causes his head to smack off the turnbuckle sending his body soaring back right into a KILLING BLOW! Benito goes for the cover on Shaker Jones!

One!!!

Two!!!!!!!!!!!

BROKEN UP BY CHAOS!!!

..........Benito stumbles off the ropes and is caught by Chaos in the center of the ring. He has Benito up for the Equalizer. Shaker charges at Chris and he hits him in the face with a big boot while still holding Benito in position. Shaker drops and rolls away as Chris hits Benito with the Equalizer in the center of the ring.

Just then Jenny pulls the blow torch out from under the ring and smiles, lighting it and walking towards the trash can.

"DO IT!" Chris is yelling from the ring, "FUCKING DO IT!"

Jenny laughs and lights the garbage in the can, igniting it. She saunters over and rips the belt away from the timekeeper. Holding it over her head she licks her lips.

At this point Benito is back up to his feet and stumbles towards Chaos who drops him with a big boot. He turns Benito over and puts him in the sharp shooter. Benito is screaming, refusing to submit.

"TAP! TAP DAMNIT!" Chris is yelling. "TAP YOU FUCK!"

Benito, refusing to tap, sees Jenny holding the belt over the fire. Suddenly Shaker is back up to his feet and grabs Chris. Pulling him off Benito those two exchange blows as Chris gets the upper hand quickly. Then, out of nowhere, Chris hits the Equalizer. Looking at Benito he looks back at Shaker, pinning him.

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2......

3!!!!!!!

Winner by Pinfall - Chris Chaos

Tig O'Bitties: AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, CHRISSSSSS CHHHHAAAOOOSSS!!

Chris then takes the handcuffs Jenny pulls from her purse. Handcuffing Benito to the ring he begins to hammer him with big right hands.

Commentator: That's enough Chaos! First Ginger now this! He is gone, its over! Someone stop this!

Benito has been busted open. Chris slides out of the ring and Jenny hands him the belt. Benito can barely open his eyes as he laughs showing the belt to Benito before dropping it in the firey trash can.

Benito yells NOOOO!!!

Chris rips the mic from Tig Ol. He begins to sing "NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!" Him and Jenny join in, "NA NA NA NA HEY HEY HEY" as the crowd boos. Jenny waves and blows a kiss as Savage goes to commercial and Chris is still singing.

We’re back with Hunter Payne and a tied-up Paul Heyman. Hunter looks to be finished with his sparring match with Heyman. Paul Heyman looks physically drained.

Do you have any idea what it’s like Paul? To have a wife, and to want nothing more than to protect her? Only to have, what looks like a posse of Hitler youths, attack her for no reason whatsoever.

Paul mumbles something but his mouth is still covered in duct tape.

Do you know where she is right now? Taking martial art classes! With some young Jackie Chan looking motherfuckers showing her how to fend for herself, because it was made abundantly clear that I, her own husband, cannot protect her!

Paul again mumbles something we cannot hear.

Don’t make me out to be the bad guy! You caused this! You turned the laid-back Hunter Payne, into a guy who wants to see you and your little faction suffer as much as possible!

Paul mumbles quite a bit this time, after a few seconds Hunter slaps the shit out of him to shut him up.

Shut up! I don’t want to hear any excuses or apologizes. Luckily for Kitt Kennedy, his girlfriend won’t have to go through the same wife-beating antics your little group loves to do. Speaking of it, guess what Paul? It’s showtime!

Hunter Payne spins Paul’s rolling swivel chair around and begins driving him. Making sure he hits every wall and obstacle along the way.

Cockshafer: Ladies and gentlemen I direct you now to watch live via satellite as we take you to Saint Louis Cemetery!

Stump: The nearly full moon's light has the entire place looking creepy, Gaylord!

The creepy vibe from this cemetery is indescribable. Z immediately goes to work on Isabella Ravenwolf. Slamming her skull against

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4 different old school tombstones before releasing her head from his grip. As Ravenwolf collapses to the floor. Z begins chanting. The winds begin to pick up, as it is obvious the resting spirits here did not like that!

EARTHQUAKE!

All of a sudden, a trumpet is heard in the background. Z tries to locate where the sound is coming from. Bang! A loud thud is heard as a real trumpet bounces off Z’s head. He falls to the floor in obvious pain. Upon closer inspection, we can see a large signature from the New Orleans native, the late Louie Armstrong, this looks to be his trumpet. Ravenwolf stands up, grabs the trumpet, and smashes it against Z’s skull again. She begins to chant something Wiccan.

ANOTHER EARTHQUAKE!

After the earth is done shaking, Ravenwolf begins to drag Z’s lifeless body, until rapid gunshots are heard far away. Ravenwolf quickly decides to hide behind a tombstone. The gunshot sounds also wake up Z. Not wanting more of flying metal coming his way, he also decides to hide behind a tombstone. Once the gunfire ceases, they both look up. It appears the referee for the match is being robbed a ghost-gunpoint by the ghosts of Bonnie and Clyde. Both New Orleans natives, they must’ve decided to get in on the action as well. What kind of mystical fuckery is this?!

Realizing they both left their wallets at home, the competitors continue to brawl. This time, Isabella Ravenwolf gets the upperhand. She hip tosses Z into an empty 6 foot hole. Ouch! Ravenwolf is not done! She leaps into the hole and hits a flying elbow drop! Both are down.

Slowly Isabella gets back up to her feet. She is scratching and crawling her way but cannot seem to get out of the 6 foot hole she got herself into. A long chain begins to hover over the hole. The supernatural chain looks like it belongs to New Orleans native and former pro wrestler Junkyard Dog! Ravenwolf jumps and grabs the chain. The chain levitates her out of the hole.

Now clearly in the driver’s seat, Isabella Ravenwolf reaches into the hole and wraps Junkyard Dog’s chain around a dazed Z’s neck. She begins to choke him as she pulls him out of the hole. Z’s face is turning blue and he slowly loses consciousness. Reaching desperately for anything that can help him in his final moments. His hand reaches out and grabs a shovel, and with every last ounce left in his body, Z pulls the shovel backwards. Bam! The shovel shot echoing throughout the cemetery. Ravenwolf releases her grip and is showing obvious concussion symptoms.

After regaining his breath, Z takes the shovel and proceeds to beat Ravenwolf with shot after shot after shot after shot after shot until Ravenwolf’s body has tumbled backwards some amount of distance. Z charges with the shovel hoping for the knockout blow… Only for Ravenwolf to slide and hit a drop toe hold. Smack! Z’s head ricochets off the edge of a cauldron. Where the fuck did that cauldron come from?! Isabella Ravenwolf recovers as much as possible, she uses the stick end of the shovel and begins to stir her cauldron. Lightning strikes and we hear the wicked laugh of the wicked witch of the west. Something bad is about to happen! In a last ditch effort, Z pushes the cauldron with all he’s got! Tipping it over and into Isabella Ravenwolf. She screams as if it is water in the land of Oz.

Eat Defeat by Z! He stole her finisher! Both competitors slow to get up, both suffered an insane amount of damage. Both are back up, but far enough away from each other that they both begin chanting their own spells… The referee steps in and begs them both not to, explaining he already shit himself earlier from this freaky shit. Both oblige and just charge at each other instead! Double clothesline. But instead of going over the top rope, the go over a tombstone, and down to the floor. Both challengers are quick to their feet and they realize they are at the tomb of Marie Laveau. The freaked out ref runs over to join them.

Z scrambles and begins to actually climb up the wall of the above-ground grave, and Isabella follows suit on the other side. Z makes it up first and stomps on the fingers of Ravenwolf! She shrieks but doesn't let go.

In a quick burst, Ravenwolf flips herself up and forward, grabbing Z's head in her legs! She tries to hurricanrana him off of the stone structure, but Z puts on the brakes!

Z lifts Isabella up over his head, he's going to powerbomb her off of the stone grave!

As Z moves to toss Isabella off, he looks into the sky andsees that the full moon has gone entirely blood red!

He then sees that Ravenwolf's eyes have become the exact same shade of red!

Z's balance falters and Isabella frees herself, landing on her feet in front of Z, and she gives him a kiss!

THE WITCHING HOUR!!!!!!

Ravenwolf executed that swinging cutter from the top of the tomb all the way down to the ground below!

She slithers her way on top of the unconscious body of Z, and the referee drops for a count!

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3!!!!!!!!!

Cockshafer: Thank god... or whoever.... that's over! I'm spooked!

Stump: Chicken.

Winner by Pinfall - Isabella Ravenwolf!

Savage fades to commercial break.

Going now to the backstage area, we see Hunter casually stirring Paul Heyman as if he’s a shopping cart. Noticing in the corner of his eye a bucket full of baseballs. Hunter jogs over to the bucket and begins to pitch the baseballs towards Paul Heyman’s head. Pitch after pitch smacking his face. After hitting him with quite a few balls, Hunter decides just to chuck the whole bucket at Paul before continuing down the hall.

See Paul, I’m trying to keep my strong Latin emotions in check. I’d love to leave you tied up in a dumpster somewhere, and let Unknown Soldier find and rape you, or let these weird witchcraft motherfuckers use you as a sacrifice, but no. I’m able to maintain my composure and…

Abruptly, Paul Heyman and swivel chair hit smackdab onto the pavement. Paul groaning in pain as Hunter picks him up.

That wasn’t my fault. There was a big ass bump right there!

Hunter spots a semi-truck with XWF painted on the side. He looks at Paul, then the semi-truck, then Paul again. Getting an idea in his head.

I got a bet for you Paul. Do you think you can go clear under that semi-truck Fast and Furious style?

Paul mutters something under the duct tape while nodding no with his head.

Well that’s too bad, because I think you can!

Hunter pushes the rolling swivel chair towards the side of the semi-truck. Paul tries to duck his head, but it doesn’t matter because there was no way he was going to clear it anyway. A loud thud is heard as Paul Heyman’s head collides with the semi-truck, the momentum causes Paul and the chair to fall to the floor. Hunter gets a quick laugh out of that, then runs over and picks up Paul and the chair once again. Hunter takes a look at his wrist and pretends he has a watch on.

As fun as this is has been Paul, we’re running late. We gotta go!

Hunter drives a now unconscious Paul Heyman towards the arena.

Gaylord: "Mike what a real treat this is! Our Universal Champion here live on Saturday Savage!"

Mike: "Indeed it is! And tonight Scully has a real challenge in front of him as we move deeper into the fall season; the one and only Guppy Parsh requested this match specificity, maybe to show that he belongs in that wide open Universal Title picture!"

Guppy Parsh walks to the ring and enters it.

Tig O'Bitties: The following DREAM MATCH is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Washington

Elementary... Guppy Parsh!!!

The arenas lights go red and "Angels Fall" by Breaking Benjamin blares out of the P.A System. After about 40 seconds The Scull Meister finally steps out on to stage and looks around at the XWF Galaxy in attendence. There is a mixed reaction from the fans. He slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and smirks at the crowd. He walks up the steps and walks along the ring apron. He turns to look at the fans whilst slowly moving both hands from his face to the floor, gesturing "A look at me" type taunt. He then jumps over the top rope and into the ring. Scull walks over to the far turn buckle and climbs to the top. He holds his hands in the air and then does his "Look at me" taunt. The Scully Meister spins himself round and chills on the turnbuckle with his arms folded. His music fades out.

Tig O'Bitties: And his opponent... from Birmingham England and weighing 225 pounds... he is the XWF Universal Champion.... SCULLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

The two circle around one another as Old Man Johnson calls for the bell. Guppy charges Scully but he quickly rolls under the bottom rope and sends a dismissive wave of the hand to Parsh, as he walks around the ring taunting the booing fans.

Scully: "Fuck this show! You people are beneath me!"

Scully rips away his title from the time keeper and goes to leave....

Gaylord: "Look out champ!!!!"

Guppy Parsh dives from the top rope out onto the floor with a cross body, but totally misses! Scully laughs and starts kicking the shit out of the back of Guppy's head, sensing this could be over quickly, Scully rolls Parsh back into the ring, and now climbs the rope himself...

Scully wastes a sizable amount of time on the top rope screaming at this drunken New Orleabs crowd who are pelting him with beer cans and such, He turns around a motions for the crowd to 'suck it' before launching backwards into a moonsault, but Guppy rolls toward the corner and out of way as Scully lands on his feet. Guppy is up quick and connects with a superkick to the jaw! Scully is out on his feet, and Guppy lands another future superkick!!!

Down goes the champ!

Guppy Parsh covers...

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2....

Scully kicks out after two and tries shaking away the cobwebs, but Guppy gives him no time! Parsh lifts the champ by his head and shoves it between his legs, lifts and drops him with a sick powerbomb!

Parsh covers again, this could be over!

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3.......

No!!!!! Scully just barely gets his shoulder up!

Mike: "There's a reason this man holds the most important prize in our company!"

Scully is up to one knee, Guppy takes off to the ropes, bounces off and charges at Scully, but the champ dives into Guppy's shin with an impressive shoulder block, sending Parsh flipping in midair and crashing down awkwardly on his neck.

Scully looks livid and pounces on his fellow Brit, beating him in the face with multiple forearm smashes. He gets off of the disoriented Guppy and then leaps into air, crashing down with a standing moonsault and goes for the cover.

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What!?! Guppy kicks out after only 1! Scully is fuming! He snatches him up and shoves his head under his arm and promptly drops him down with a perfect DDT. Scully dosent go for the cover though, he snatches Parsh up again and this time sets up for a suplex. But Scully tries lifting Parsh to no avail as the caped crusader begins kicking and flailing his legs in midair, and reverses with a suplex of us own!

But Guppy dosent just land a normal suplex, he suplexs Scully over the top rope and out onto the ring floor, but not before Scullys head takes a nasty spill onto the hard ring apron.

Scully clutches his head in pain, Guppy steps out on to the apron and dives off knocking the wind out of Scully with a big splash! Parsh grabs Scully up and tries rolling him back into the ring, but Scully reverses and whips Guppy into the steel barricade, sending Parsh crashing down onto his bottom.

Scully looks winded as he drags his way up onto the ring apron, after composing himself he dives off with a front drop kick! But Guppy moves out of the way, and with Scully writhing with pain grabbing his ankles, Parsh gets up and runs toward the champ, sending a leaping fistdrop to Scullys forehead!

Old man Johnson finally starts a 10 count, but Guppy gets back in the ring quickly... He's pondering something as the crowd cheers. Guppy bounces from the ropes and runs back toward the ropes near Scully and flies out with a suicide dive!!!!

But wait!!!!

Scully is up and catches Guppy's head, slamming him face first to the floor with a mean facebuster counter!

Gaylord: "what an amazing match these two are putting on!"

Scully rolls Guppy back into the ring and goes for the pin.

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3!!!!!!

No! Old Man Johnson sees Scully's feet perched on the ropes and waves off the decision! Scully is up screaming in Johnsons face, Old man threatens to disqualify Scully, but Guppy is up and spins Scully around....

Mike: "Future bomb!!!! Guppy Parsh landed it flush!"

He goes for the cover

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Right at the last second Scully drapes his arm onto the rope.

Parsh picks Scully back up and now has in in position between his legs with his arms hooked.... STRIKEDEATH!!!!!

Scully's dome bounces off of the mat and Guppy Parsh has this one in the books! He's going to pin the Universal Champion!

But just then, up in the rafters of the arena...

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Cockshafer: A bat signal? Who turned on a bat signal?

Stump: Isn't that copyrighted? Does Jefferson Jackson know about this?

Guppy Parsh walks away from Scully and straight to a corner of the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle and staring up at the light of the bat signal high up in the rafters of the building.

He stares intently for many long seconds before placing his hands on his hips and hopping down again and backing away...

AND SCULLY ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND!!!!!

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cockshafer: Scully got him!

Winner by Pinfall - XWF Universal Champion SCULLY!

Guppy looks confused but frantic as the signal light above disappears. Scully laughs and points at his head, he must have had something to do with that signal being up there!

Guppy pulls out a gun!!!!

Oh, it's just a bat-rappel thing, which he fires up into the rafters... unsuccessfully. The rappel claw plops down next to him and he resets the device, then fires again, this time catching on to something and flying high up into the rafters in search of his next MYSTERY.

Scully walks up the ramp after his hard fought win against Parsh, holding his Universal Championship, he makes it to the top of the ramp and turns back looking at the crowd when suddenly a hooded figure comes through the curtains and spins Scully back round, the figure then forcefully pushes Scully so he staggers backwards making distant between the two and....TRAP SILENCER!? The hooded figure drops the Universal Champion with a super kick and the fans go wild as they know who it is and sure enough the figure removes his hood to reveal...

Stump: Trax!? Whats he doing here! He's a Warfare exclusive wrestler he has no business being here tonight attacking our Universal Champion!

Cockshafer: Trax has made it clear he's coming for that championship once again, and if Scully didn't get that message before he's certainly received it now loud and clear!

Trax picks up the Universal Championship and holds it high while standing over the downed Scully, talking trash to the KO'd champion and the crowd as the scene fades.

Hunter Payne with special guest, Paul Heyman. Still tied to a rolling swivel chair. Hunter with a big grin on his face. Pushes the swivel chair down the sloping ramp and towards the Hell in the Cell, but Heyman’s squirming tips it over halfway down. A chorus of boos for Paul Heyman after ruining what would’ve been a pretty cool stunt. Hunter picks up the chair and pushes it again halfway down the ramp. This time Paul Heyman and the swivel chair reach the cell and crash against the cage! Creating a loud cheer from the Smoothie King Center.

Hunter rolls Paul near the cell door and finally unties Paul Heyman. Only to throw him inside the Hell in the Cell. Hunter follows in, emphatically shuts the cell door, pulls out his own masterlock and locks the door. Hunter Payne quickly grabs Paul Heyman and rakes his face against the Hell in the Cell fence, then throws him against the cell, then smashes his face against the ring apron before rolling him into the ring.

Hunter walks towards the timekeeper side, and asks for a microphone. They are able to squeeze one through the cagelinks. As this happening, we see a desperate Dolly Waters trying to break the lock to the cell door. Hunter enters the ring and taps the mic a few times.

Is this thing on?

As Paul begins to get up to one knee, Hunter turns the microphone to the hard side and causually hits Paul in the back of his head with it. Knocking Heyman back down. Hunter taps the mic a few more times before talking.

That’s better. Hi Dolly! Sorry about the mess. Who would’ve thought? Attacking someone’s manager would result in that someone attacking your manager? What’s the world coming to?! Anyway, I’m out here to issue a challenge. You and your Queer Club whatever, versus me, the homie Kitt Kennedy, and two partners of our choosing. Any time, any place!

But in the meantime, anyone, and I do mean anyone, that tries to put their hands on my wife, I suggest you take a good long look at what I did to that Zane fellow on Warfare, or what I did to the mastermind of it all Paul Heyman here tonight. Don’t you think they regret what they did now?

Now Q-tip club, I said last week you started a war, well I want you to consider this past week the first shots fired!

Hashtag Payneful awakening!

Hunter mockingly mimics Qclub’s hipness. For one final fuck you, Hunter Payne picks up the almost lifeless body of Paul Heyman and slams him down with a booming Payneful Bottom! The show fades to commercial as Hunter and Dolly stare each other down and attendants help Paul Heyman get to the back, though he is fighting to remain at ringside with his client.

Dolly walks with him to the back.

Tig O'Bitties: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for tonight's MAIN EVENT!

Tig O'Bitties: Introducing first, from St. Louis Missouri... the XWF Federweight Champion, Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt Kennedyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!

The arena goes black as "Last In Line" hits the P.A. system and bright spotlights begin to flash on and off randomly through out the arena, lighting up bits of the stage for a brief second as they flash. Slowly through rising through the stage appears a silhouette of a man with his arms stretched out straight and as he has completely risen through the stage you can see that his back is to the ring and he remains motionless. As the lyrics begin the figure whips around and the spotlights stop on the man to reveal Kitt Kennedy standing at the top of the ramp. Kitt slowly makes his way down the aisleway, smirking to the crowd as he heads towards the ring. As Kitt slides into the ring the spotlight cuts off of him and four new spotlights flash on, one on each side of the ring. As the lyrics "We'll know for the first time...." hit, the four spot lights begin to circle around the ring, slowly becoming faster and they make their way to the center of the ring. As the lyrics "We're the last in line!" blasts over the P.A. the spot lights merge into one light it focused on Kennedy who is standing in the middle of the ring, head back and arms raised, soaking in the reaction from the crowd.

Tig O'Bitties: And his opponent, from Pikeville Kentucky... accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman... she is the reigning XWF Television Championnnn..... DOLLY! WAAAAAAAAAAATERS!

Dolly helps Paul stagger down to the ring, still the worse for wear from the brutal assault he suffered at the hands of Hunter Payne.

Dolly enters the cage and Paul sits in a folding chair outside, looking like he got run over by a truck.

The match looks to be ready to start, but then...

Cockshafer: What the... oh, that's the new Financial Superintendent for the XWF, Jefferson Jackson! What's he doing here?

Jackson saunters down to the announce area and slides in next to Stump.

Stump: To what do we owe the honor?

Jackson: I was invited to watch this match firsthand by Vincent Lane! Remember? I'll stay out of your hair, but I need to see this stuff up close and personal! Don't worry, I'm just doing my job!

Jackson then leaves the booth and stands at ringside, checking his watch every so often.

15:00

Senior Referee Richard Wang bell gets the bell rang, and the timer begins to tick down ever so precariously. Dolly and Kitt begin to pace around the ring, eyes locked on each other. They know what’s at stake here - pride, a championship, the chance to say that they, and they alone are the single most fastest rising star in the XWF. And it’s during those first five seconds they pace around the ring, running the information through their heads. Paul Heyman is on the outside of the cell as well as Jefferson Jackson, both watching intently as the fans start making some noise for the beginning of this contest.

14:55

14:54

14:53

It’s Dolly that makes the first move, darting towards Kitt with a Flying Forearm in store for him- but Kitt has the move well scouted, dodging the champion’s running maneuver as Dolly crashes to the corner.

Before Dolly has a chance to get out of the corner, Kitt hits a step-up enzuigiri, sending Dolly crashing to the mat. Kitt with the lightning-fast cover…

1!

2!

Kick-out!

Was that cover a little too fast? Dolly looks to Heyman with a disbelieving face while Heyman looks equally shocked. Kitt looks up at the clock in the meantime, which continues to tick.

14:42

14:41

14:40

Kitt slaps the mat, however he calms himself quickly, and tells himself that blowing up would not be optimal considering the clock is against him. As the stunned Dolly is trying to get to her feet, Kitt grabs her up by the hair and quickly drops the lightweight with a scoop slam, before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a legdrop…

But it’s denied! Dolly managed to move out of the way in time, and in return Dolly herself bounces off the ropes, hitting Kitt right in the face with a running dropkick! Dolly then sizes up the prone Kitt as she gets back up… standing moonsault! An excellent display of agility is on display by Dolly Waters as Paul Heyman stands on the outside clapping for her client. Cover by Dolly…

1…

2…

And Kitt FINALLY kicks-out, after a turtle's pace of a count from Referee Wang. Dolly gets up in Wang's face, however Wang responds by pointing out he is the referee here, not Dolly. Exasperated, Dolly gets up, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She gets up on both feet, and motions to the fans…

But Kitt rushes her, and dropkicks her right off the top rope and INTO THE CELL WALL! Dolly’s back clangs against the steel link wall as both the fans, Paul Heyman, Jefferson Jackson and even Richard Wang cringe at the pain on display. Kitt Kennedy would go for a pin, but Dolly’s on the outside! He gets himself back onto his feet as he tries to get himself going, the clock continuing to tick on…

13:36

13:35

13:34

Kitt is on the outside, and picks up Dolly by the hair, lighting her chest up with a hard chop. Dolly’s eyes sting at the loud chop, and once more the sound reverberates around the arena following another loud chop from Kitt Kennedy. And once more, Paul Heyman, Jefferson Jackson and the fans cringe. Kitt continues to prove that he’s willing to do anything to capture the Television title, grabbing Dolly’s arm and irish-whipping her into the steel cell!

But Dolly comes back to life, showing yet more acrobatics as she hops up to the steel cell, and begins climbing the inside! Kitt is in awe, as from out of nowhere, Dolly jumps off, performing a moonsault and hitting Kitt Kennedy! The fans are losing their shit as both competitors are not moving!

12:21

12:20

12:19

Finally, it’s Dolly who begins to stir, and she decides to put an end to this quickly. Dolly goes underneath the ring and pulls out two chairs, sliding them inside the ring. Then, using every fiber of her strength, she grabs Kitt Kennedy by the arm, dragging him up to his feet, and then sliding the dead weight into the ring. Next, grabbing Kitt by the hair, she slides him over so his head is situated on top of one of the chairs. Richard Wang immediately recognizes what's going on, and tries going in to stop this madness. But it's no-disqualification! This results in a tug-of-war for the chair between Richard Wang and Dolly Waters! Finally, becoming fed up, DOLLY HITS WANG WITH THE CHAIR! WANG FALLS LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS! Wang tries to get the bell rang, but it's still no-disqualification! The timekeeper is refusing! Then, with the steel chair still in her hands...

CON-CHAIR-TO RIGHT ON KITT KENNEDY’S HEAD!

The fans are stunned in silence that a little girl still in her teens is capable of such destruction. Paul Heyman smiles widely while Jefferson Jackson is looking distressed, wondering with that one shot how much just got added onto the incoming medical bills. Kitt’s body spasms as Dolly throws the chair aside and goes for the cover. Wang, knocked out of it, slowly counts...

1…

2…

KITT KENNEDY SHOWS SOME HEART AND KICKS OUT!!! DOLLY CAN’T BELIEVE IT! PAUL HEYMAN CAN’T BELIEVE IT! JEFFERSON JACKSON CAN’T BELIEVE IT! THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET AS THIS WAR CONTINUES!

Dolly looks over to Heyman, her face saying “What do I have to do at this rate?” Fortunately, her manager is able to help her, motioning to the nearby cell wall and yanking on it ever so slightly. This gives Dolly an idea as her face lights up.

She goes to the outside, and places two sets of steel steps inside the ring. Then, going underneath the ring, Dolly pulls out… a roll of duct tape?! Dolly smiles a sinister grin as she rolls in the ring before placing one of the sets of steel steps bottom-side-up. Dolly then drags the limp form of Kitt Kennedy onto the steel steps, and then places the remaining set of steel steps right on top of him. Then, unrolling the roll of duct tape, she sticks it on the steel steps and begins taping Kitt Kennedy in between the steel steps, creating a very weird and twisted sandwich!

As Dolly gets a twisted smug on her face, Dolly drags Kitt out of the ring by the foot, and “helps” him over to the cell wall standing in front of Jefferson Jackson. Grabbing one of the bottom sets of steel steps, she places it about three feet before Kitt. Going to the end of ringside now, Jefferson Jackson is mouthing off to Dolly, telling her sternly to not do what she’s thinking of doing. The fans are catching on now as Dolly’s grin only gets wider…!

DOLLY RUSHES TOWARDS KITT KENNEDY AND USES THE STEEL STEPS AS A STEPPING PAD!

…

…

DOLLY DROPKICKS KITT KENNEDY THROUGH THE CELL WALL!

The fans’ jaws are agape as time itself stands still. The cell wall slowly but surely falls to the floor. The whole situation is not unlike shortly after a lumberjack yells “TIMBER!”, giving a dying tree one last whack with an axe before it falls.

Finally, it seems as if everything returns to normal. Jefferson Jackson’s eyes go wide as he hits the floor, the cell wall inches away from connecting where he is. He’s shivering out of fear, and some of the fans laugh at him for his comments before the show took place.

9:25

9:24

9:23

Dolly uses the cell wall to get up, the body of Kitt Kennedy hardly even breathing. Or maybe he’s still breathing as normal, but it’s hard to tell with his body wrapped within the steel steps. Dolly motions to Heyman, who gives her a shit-eating grin and a massive thumbs-up for creativity. Dolly returns the favor and then returns to Kitt Kennedy, sizing up the newcomer… only he’s not moving. Like, at all. Is he dead? Something tells me he’s dead.

Dolly goes to Kitt to pick him up, only-- SURPRISE, COCKFACE! Kitt Kennedy reveals himself to be playing possum, and begins wailing on Dolly! Punch after punch after punch! It’s almost comical at this point as Kitt - who looks like a sumo wrestler with his figure wrapped in between the steps - continues punching Dolly with everything he’s got. Finally, Dolly manages to escape Kitt’s grasp… and begins climbing the outer cell wall! Kitt smiles, shedding himself of the steel steps before giving chase.

Meanwhile, as Jefferson Jackson realizes the coast is clear, he gives a big sigh, before wiggling his way out of the fallen cell wall. He then goes over to the commentary team, telling them to shoo before heading up to commentary himself.

Alright, so I’m going to be taking over on commentary. This table should, ah… provide some adequate protection should one of those panels fall on me again. Anywho, it looks likes both Dolly and Kitt are scaling this… cell, structure, thingy. Jefferson then mouths off-screen, saying What the fuck even is this shit?!

Dolly finally makes it to the top, and she runs to the middle before realizing she’s trapped herself. Kitt is right behind her, having a sadistic grin as he lays eyes on his rival. But, Dolly makes light of the situation, smacking her butt and telling Kitt to come get it!

7:35

7:34

7:33

Kitt wastes no time, rushes Dolly and hooks his arms around her waist and goes for a German Suplex! But Dolly backflips out of it, and lands on her feet! As Kitt gets to a kneel and goes to face Dolly, Dolly shoots a roundhouse kick right towards Kitt’s face! But Kitt ducks it, and goes for a back suplex, and yet again Dolly jumps out of it! The two are yet again at a standstill as they once again lock eyes, the crowd on their feet.

And an, uh, expert display of moves on display here by both Kitt Kennedy and Dolly Waters. Once again, Jefferson Jackson looks off-screen, asking, They’re doing actual moves, right? After getting an answer, Jackson says YES!

It’s Kitt now who finally lands a blow after a massive back-and-forth between the two competitors, taking Dolly’s head off with a massive clothesline! Not giving Dolly a chance to breathe now, Kitt turns things up a notch by hitting a huge legdrop on the young Waters! Flesh against steel can be heard throughout the arena as the breath comes out of Dolly’s chest! Kitt would go for the pin… but they’re on top of the cell! He can’t go for a pin here! Kitt looks at the clock…

5:02

5:01

5:00

The two competitors are spent, they have put their bodies through complete hell.

Dolly grabs Kitts hair, sending several strong shots to his face and tries forcing him off of the edge of the cell. Kitt shoves Dolly away and connects with his signature super kick to the jaw!

Dolly stands there dazed for a moment before spitting a tooth out and falling like a plank on her back right in the center of the cell roof. Kennedy drops to both knees and is still dangerously close to edge of the cell, but the toll he has taken in this match has left him nearly incapacitated.

He sits there for a moment on his hands and knees trying to recoup, just as he steadies to one knee and looks up...

RUNNING WATERS OUTTANOWHERE!!!!

Dolly had recovered unnaturally quick from the superkick and blasted Kitt in the mouth with the shining wizard.

KITT FALLS FROM THE CELL and crashes through the announcement table!!!

Waters now on her hands and knees looks over the side of cell, her eyes widening from the carnage she created... Completely gassed she falls backwards on the cage onto her back as the crowd goes insane!

Jefferson falls backward in his chair!

EMT's below are rushing to check on Kitt, completely ignoring Jefferson... but he's shoving them away! Kennedy just fell from the top of the cell and through the announce booth, but after what seems like less than a minute or two he's frantically shoving emergency workers off of him and rushing to the side of the cage wall, climbing it again!

Jefferson clears the debris off of himself and crawls out towards the timekeeper Nipsey Russell and orders him to ring the bell, but the time keeper shrugs and points at hiswatch. Jefferson looks up at the time and scowls at him.

Dolly is still lying on the top of the cage, she has no idea!

Kennedy climbs to the top of the cell and staggers over to where Dolly Waters is still lying motionless.

Kitt is scrambling here-- he has to make a decision here soon as Dolly is starting to stir and time is not on his side. Kitt takes a deep breath. He picks up Dolly… and goes for a Lights Out on top of the cell!

…

…

…

OH MY GOD! THE LIGHTS OUT BROKE THE CELL ROOF!

Both Dolly and Kitt crash to the cell floor! AND THEY CREATE A HOLE IN THE RING! Nobody can believe what they’re seeing! Paul Heyman is in shock! Jefferson Jackson is stumbling over his words! Richard Wang's hands are covering his face! The fans are chanting “holy shit” and “this is awesome”!

The clock is ticking on now, with neither wrestler stirring anytime soon…

2:12

2:11

2:10

Slowly. Painstakingly. It’s Kitt who is stirring first, using every fiber of his being to crawl out. As soon as his torso becomes exposed however, Dolly is immediately in hot pursuit, trying to use some of her youthful energy to make up for lost ground, and with a minute to go, they're standing face-to-face.

1:02

1:01

1:00

Kitt shoves Dolly back into the ropes and throws another Showstopper Superkick!

Dolly slides underneath him and picks his ankle as she passes under, tripping Kitt up and causing him to stumble down to his knees....

RUNNING WATERS!!!!!!!

Dolly crashes into Kennedy in one last gasp of effort, driving her knee into his skull as both wrestlers collapse, Dolly landing on top of Kennedy!

1!

2!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winner and STILL XWF Television Champion - Dolly Waters!

Dolly sits up a barely has the strength to hold her arms up in victory. Her music hits as Paul struggles to stand up out of the chair to give his client a standing ovation. He manages to slowly and carefully enter the ring among the path of destruction left from the crazy fifteen minute match up. However, the full hearted celebration is cut short....

"Shut that crap off!"

Jefferson Jackson has stolen a microphone and stands outside of the ring looking up at Dolly and her manager.

"So!"

"That was awesome!"

The crowd chants with a series of claps to follow.

"Was ALL of this WORTH ALL of THAT?!"

The XWF fans chant louder to spite the new Business/Finance Superintendent.

"Not only did EXACTLY what I said was going to happen, happen, BUT FAR WORSE!"

The fans cheer to the Superintendent's dislike of the match.

"Not only did it risk the health and safety, but the LIVES of two XWF competitors...."

Fans hype some more.

"Not only did this destroy mountains of company and arena property...."

"That was awesome!"

The fans continue their chant.

"Shut it!"

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"Not only all of that! But the official for this match and EVEN myself.... EVEN YOU...."

Jefferson points out to the XWF Universe.

"All of YOU were at risk as well!"

The arena is so loud now that it's rattling.

"Now I have every mind to fine YOU, Mr. Heyman, for being the sole-conspire'r for this travesty, but I think you've had a rough enough night already..."

Heyman and Dolly both scowl at the Superintendent. Dolly steps forward, but Paul holds his hand out motioning for her to stand down.

"Instead, we're doing things MY way."

The crowd changes their mood and boos Jefferson with the same volume as their previous chants.

"You can spend the next week celebrating your hard earned victory in this absolutely absurd match up, Dolly. You can celebrate it because it's going to be the last time you're going to be climbing around and jumping from something like this. Jefferson Jackson is putting his foot DOWN!"

The crowd continues to boo.

"Next week, Dolly... You'll be defending that title again just as planned.... And just like every other competitor on the show, you'll be defending it in a safe, inexpensive, 15-minute standard match!"

Dolly and Paul stand in the ring and laugh at Jefferson's demands. Dolly even mocks him a bit, showing a bit of fake-fear by sobbing and biting her finger nails.

"Yeah, yeah! Laugh all you want!"

Jefferson keeps the seriousness on his face and in his tone.

"Just like tonight I WILL be at ringside to ensure everything stays within MY health and safety regulations."

Dolly and Paul continue to mock him.

"If not? If you're little client decides to take matters in to her own hands and BREAK those rules..... The bell WILL ring and she WILL be stripped of that Television Title!"

The crowd erupts in disbelief and hatred! Dolly and Paul both erupt as well, screaming at Jefferson through the cell... or what's left of it.

"So, you better keep your little puppy in check, Mr. Heyman. I would hate for your client's title reign to be cut short because of some silly insubordinate actions..."

"J! J! Jack ass!"

The crowd changes their chant from earlier.....

"I would like to thank you all for coming tonight.... Risking your own lives will never be in the deck again. I look forward to you all tuning into next week for some entertaining, safe, INEXPENSIVE family fun!"

"J! J! Jack ass!"

"Hey!"

Jefferson holds his arms out and smiles.

"I'm just doing my job...."

Jefferson holds the microphone out and drops it on the ground with a weaselly smile branded on his face. "Money" begins playing over the sound system as he slowly walks to the back while Dolly throws a fit and Paul attempts to keep his client calm. The copyrights appear at the bottom of the screen as the show comes to a close.

Dolly Waters · **10-16-2016, 06:27 PM**

Hey JJ, fuck you, pay me...

Guppy Parsh · (10-16-2016)

"Good job Scully! It was a fun match! I'll try not to get distracted next time if there is one!"

Kitt Kennedy · (10-16-2016)

(Kitt Kennedy is seen walking….rather limping…backstage back towards his dressing room, beaten, battered, and bruised, holding his ribs. Medical personnel come up from behind him and attempt to help him again. Kitt quickly turns and growls at them.)

Kitt: I said GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!

(The medical personnel back away with their hands up as Kitt turns and continues making his way to his dressing room. He stops in front of the dressing room that has his name on it and just puts his head down. Richard Wang comes down the corridor to Kitt and holds the Federweight Championship out to him. Kitt looks up at him and grabs the title from him.)

Kitt: Get….the fuck….out of here you worthless….piece of shit! You were supposed to be there for me! You had one job and you couldn’t even do that could you!

(Richard attempts to say something but Kitt smashes the Federweight Championship into his skull. Wang hits the concrete and begins bleeding on the floor. XWF officials hurry to his aid and are trying to keep Kitt at bay.)

Kitt: Fine me…I don’t give a shit.

(Kitt opens the door to the dressing room and Alex is seated in a chair with her hands vertical over her nose and mouth as she looks at Kitt when he enters the room, a television off to the side of her where she was watching the match.)

Alex: Baby…you did gr-

(Kitt holds up a hand and Alex gets quiet.)

Kitt: I don’t want to hear it. I failed, Alex. I FAILED!!!

Alex: (talking quickly) But baby…look at what you have accomplished, you’re the Feder-

(Kitt kicks the television over and it explodes into a shower of sparks and he looks down at the floor. Alex stops in mid sentence, she feels the pain that Kitt feels right now and tears well up in her eyes.)

Kitt: She beat me Alex…she put my shoulders on the ground and pinned me. She…I…

(Kitt doesn’t look up as he tosses the Federweight Championship over on to his bag and heads back to the shower. A tear rolls down Alex’s cheek as she watches Kitt disappears into the back recesses of the dressing room.)

(OOC: Absolutely great Hell in a Cell match!)

Scully · **10-16-2016, 09:26 PM**

"Guppy Parsh... You gave me one hell of a match. You put it all on the line but my plan worked, the stupid Bat signal put you off the task in hand. I brought the best out of Barney Green and now I got the best out of Guppy, everyone wants to beat the champ. Guppy fair play, you're still a loser, you're still a BatCunt!
I know I can't even be nice.

Oh and Trax congratulations on the sneak attack. Watch your back you smelly, cocoa butter wearing vagina.. Scully will get you back and you will be Scullanated!"

Mr Killjoy · **10-16-2016, 10:04 PM**

(10-16-2016, 09:26 PM)Scully Said:

Oh and Trax congratulations on the sneak attack. Watch your back you smelly, cocoa butter wearing vagina.. Scully will get you back and you will be Scullanated!"

Glad I got your attention, that was just a teaser of what you have in store, well if you're still holding the strap by the time I get my shot at it, I'd be surprised but...you never know.

Come for me then Scully, I've already shown in the past I am more then capable of handling you and nothing seems to have changed, you needed a distraction to beat that DID suffering old fossil Parsh tonight, congrats on your tainted win but don't be shocked or offended when I say I'm not too concerned about the repercussions of my actions tonight, see you around.

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · **10-17-2016, 06:18 AM**

beat his sorry ass for me trax. Maybe then I'll get my title shot

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