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Savage Saturday Night 10/22
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10-22-2016, 07:21 PM


SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT: OCTOBER 22ND, 2016
Sponsored by GATORADE





LIVE from the Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky, XWF brings to you SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT!

GET HYPE!!!





Jayden Thunder
- vs -
Benito Angelo
KURT ANGLE


Thumper
- vs -
Shaker Jones



Kitt Kennedy
- vs -
D. Shadows



Chris Chaos
- vs -
Hunter Payne


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Gatorade G Series
MAIN EVENT

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Television Championship Match
Makaveli
- vs -
Dolly Waters
15 Minute Time Limit






Gaylord Cockshafer: Welcome once again to the most X-TREME weekly television show in history... SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT!!!



Mike Stump: We've got the TV Title on the line, we've got Chaos versus Hunter Payne... it's a big night in Kentucky!


Cockshafer looks annoyed as he listens to his earpiece.


Cockshafer: And... ugh... yes. It's all being brought to you by the good people at GATORADE!

Cockshafer lifts an unopened bottle of Glacier Freeze from the desk.


Cockshafer: Gatorade... is it in you?

Thumper and Shaker walk to the ring, but they both just stand at the end of the ramp, looking at each other, then raise their hands and then gesture as if 'whatever, I don't feel like wrestling' by flicking their wrests and walking away. That's when music hits, and it begins to blast throughout the arena.





Out comes the big monstrous skull fucking, child killing, dead body raping manbeast known as Ghost Tank walks out as they're reaching the middle of the ramp. He grinned at them, revealing the black teeth. They begin to back away slowly as he began to advance, and they continued to back up. He continued to walk to them, but quickly, he descended upon them as he rushed them, performing a double clothesline, knocking them down. He then grabs Thumper by the hair, grabs Shaker by the throat, and takes them both into the ring. Both begin to kick and holler until he throws them both into the ring, with him following suite. He stands up, grabbing Thumper by the throat and raising her only to slam her down with a chokeslam! Shaker comes after him, trying to take the big man down, only to aggravate Ghost Tank who sends a knee into his gut, then brought him up and begins to powerbomb him time and time again! The last powerbomb slams into Thumper's body, and a Ghost Tank places a hand over both of their chests, with a ref sliding in and begin to count!

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!!!



While not a sanctioned match, Ghost Tank wins the 'match' and he begins to put the boots to them both, medium style. He slides out of the ring after giving them both a savage beating, he makes his way up the ring and to the back as Thumper and Shaker Jones writhe in agony.


No Contest



















Jayden Thunder is in the ring.


Tig O'Bitties: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for one fall! Introducing first... Jayden Thunder!



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Tig O’Bitties: And his opponent, making his XWF debut… from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania… KUUUUUURT ANGLE!


Cockshafer: Man, Kurt looks like he’s in great shape! It’s like he’s 20 years younger!

Stump: He can afford stem cells now.

Cockshafer: What?

Stump: He cloned his neck. That’s why he has a great neck now. I’m going to see if he can fix my legs so I can walk again.

Cockshafer: Wait, you’re crippled?

Stump: You mean to tell me you never noticed the wheelchair? Jesus, Gaylord…

The bell sounds as Jayden Thunder walks to the middle of the ring with his hand out… Kurt accepts!

Thunder with a cheap shot low blow!!!!!

Wait, Kurt saw it coming and blocked the low kick! He spins Thunder around and grabs him in a rear waistlock… GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! Huge overhead arc on that one!

Kurt doesn’t release, he rolls through the suplex and drags Thunder up again… ANOTHER GERMAN! This time Angle bridges and referee Mika Hunt drops for a count!





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2!




Thunder kicks out!



Angle smirks, and he backs up while Thunder gets to his feet.



Cockshafer: JESUS WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!!!!


Thunder’s head slams into the turnbuckles as Angle races forward with a huge clothesline, sending his opponent into the corner.

Thunder staggers out… ANGLE SLAM!!!!!!!

Kurt nailed the Angle Slam and Jayden Thunder is laid out!

Kurt grabs Thunder by the leg… ANKLE LOCK! ANKLE LOCK!

Angle grapevines his legs over Thunder’s, he isn’t messing around!


THUNDER TAPS!!!!!



Winner by Submission – Kurt Angle




















Both competitors pace avidly around the ring as the match gets underway. Kennedy, ever the eager one, darts forward and scores with a dropkick, sending Mosier to the corner. Kennedy jumps back up to his feet, and hits Mosier with a forearm. Kennedy continues to not let up, turning his back to Mosier before cracking him in the skull with an enzuigiri! Mosier drops to the floor, and the referee is holding Kennedy back, refusing to allow him to pummel Mosier!

As Mosier is shaking out the cobwebs, Kennedy takes a deep breath and begins taunting to the fans, before shouting "I'M COMING FOR THAT TELEVISION TITLE!" Turning around however, he gets decked by a running European Uppercut by Mosier! Kennedy drops to the mat hard, and Mosier isn't going to let up that easily! HUGE jumping elbow drop by him, followed by Mosier bouncing off the ropes and nailing Kennedy with a nice legdrop! Quick cover!

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Kick-out! Kennedy stays in this as he holds his jaw, disbelief settled in his eyes.

Mosier continues to press his advantage, grabbing Kennedy by the hair and immediately dropping him back down with a scoop slam-- NO! Kennedy jumps out the back, and plants Mosier with a firm German Suplex! Mosier looks like he's seeing stars as Kennedy walks up to him, talking smack and rubbing his face into the mat, before planting his boot right onto the back of his skull.

And Mosier has had enough! A lightning-fast leg sweep from the stoner has Kennedy on the ground once more, and Mosier is battling back, delivering hard rights to the downed Kennedy! The referee is getting involved once more, having to physically rip Mosier off of Kennedy to separate the two! The referee is now in Mosier's face, telling him off and telling him that if he dares to pounce on Kennedy again, he'll risk a DQ. Mosier looks annoyed, but then he calms down by telling himself "Keep calm, smoke a blunt after this. Keep calm, smoke a blunt after this. Keep calm..."

Kennedy climbs back up to his feet, holding his now sore jaw. Rubbing it a bit, he mouths of at Mosier who does his best to stay calm. Mosier goes up to Kennedy and goes for an Irish-Whip, and on the rebound Kennedy gets his head taken off by a clothesline! Kennedy bounces back up as Mosier attempts to go in, but Mosier gets decked! Forearm now by Kennedy! Spinning back kick! Irish-Whip... snap powerslam by Kennedy! The cover!

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Kick-out! Mosier stays in this!

Kennedy gets Mosier up, and tries staying on offense, however another forearm from Kennedy gets deflected from Mosier! Mosier now is getting back into this! Hard chop to the chest! European Uppercut! Mosier bounces off the ropes, and hits a leaping clothesline! Mosier sizes up Kennedy... STANDING MOONSAULT?!

NO! Kennedy managed to move his knees to his chest, causing a hard landing for Mosier! And now Kennedy is transitioning into a Crossface! Mosier is trying to loosen the grip, but it's locked in tight! David Mosier is now battling to stay in this match, trying not to tap to the pain! He's trying to slowly, surely claw his way to the ropes! Kennedy is wrenching back as hard as he can!

Slowly...



...



Surely...



...



Almost there...



...



NO! Mosier almost had the ropes, but Kennedy pulls Mosier back to the center of the ring and re-applies the hold! Mosier is trying to claw out with every fiber of his being, however the hold is locked in tight! Mosier is starting to lose some steam! The referee is going over to check the hold, as with every inch Mosier is traveling, he loses more and more of his consciousness!

Kennedy is now jamming elbows into Mosier's skull, providing a savage (pun not intended) beatdown! The referee is forcing the elbows to come to a halt, however this doesn't faze Kennedy at all as he simply re-applies the hold! And now Mosier is out! The referee raises Mosier's hand...
















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The hand falls. The referee picks it up again...
















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The hand falls again. One more time with the referee...
















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MOSIER CATCHES HIMSELF! HE'S STILL IN THIS, AND KITT KENNEDY CANNOT BELIEVE IT! Mosier is... getting back on his feet! Despite Kennedy wrenching the hold back, Mosier is standing up! AND HE FLATTENS KENNEDY BY TURNING THE CROSSFACE INTO A SIDEWALK SLAM! Cover!

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Kick-out! Both competitors slump onto their sides as they can't figure out what they have to do to end their opponents! The fans are going fucking insane! Kennedy looks over at Mosier, rage filling his face, as Mosier merely laughs and pulls out a blunt from out of fucking nowhere! As he takes a toke, Kennedy gets back up, face full of rage, and hits Mosier in the gut! Mosier sits up with a pained expression, however before Kennedy can continue his advantage with a soccer-style kick to Mosier, he catches the kick, and uses it to trip Kennedy! Kennedy falls to the mat, and as he gets up...

FAT RIP! The Sit-Out Spinebuster hits its mark, and Mosier is feeling fired up! Mosier is in the corner now, and he's begging for Kennedy to get up! The fans are hyped! Mosier is hyped! Kennedy is staggering to his feet... Mosier rushes him...!

SHOWSTOPPER! The superkick lays out Mosier, and it lays out Kennedy as well from the amount of energy consumed! Neither competitor is moving!


Cockshafer: Wait... Kennedy managed to drape an arm over Mosier... is this enough????





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




Stump: Kennedy did it!



Winner by Pinfall - Kitt Kennedy




















Tig O’Bitties: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for… NOTHING OF RELEVANCE! Oh pardon me, Chris Chaos’ Wild Card for the December Elimination Chamber PPV will be at stake!

Gaylord Cockshafer: That’s right Mike! The ‘Wild Card’ given to Chaos by Vinnie Lane last week on Warfare after an amazing win over Doctor D’Ville will guarantee Chris Chaos a spot in the main event at our next PPV… that is if he can stay undefeated until then!

Mike Stump: And that will be no small task here tonight! Chris will be taking on what is sure to be a reinvigorated Hunter Payne. We haven’t seen Payne in action since being defeated by Dolly Waters two weeks ago.





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.

Tig O’ Bitties: Introducing first, from Los Angeles California

The crowd boos

Tig O’Bitties: Weighing in at two-hundred twenty-five pounds… HUUUUNTER PAYYYYYYYYYNE!

Gaylord Cockshafer: RENINVIGORATED INDEED MIKE! HUNTER LOOKS FIRED UP!

Mike Stump: But this Lexington, Kentucky crowd is letting Hunter have it! I would say mostly in part to his feud with their hometown hero, Dolly Waters and Da Qlub! And it looks as though he’s keeping Joy backstage, probably smart considering what happened last time she was out here.





Chris Chaos makes his way to the ring.

Tig O’Bitties: And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds, he is a Wild Card holder…...CHRIS CHAAAAAAAAAOS!!!!!!!

Mike Stump: Wow, Tig is really getting good at this!

As the bell rings, Payne and Chaos immediately meet in the center of the ring, locking horns as they begin to test one another’s strength. It appears as if Hunter gets the upperhand at first, pushing Chris against the ropes, but Chris, with his fingers locked with Payne’s, begins slowly pulling Hunter’s arms down, turning him around and sending him over the top rope with an awkward looking backslide. Hunter’s back smacks against the apron as Chris reaches over and grabs his hair, pulling him up to his feet.

OH! But Hunter turns around and delivers an impressive looking pele kick, causing him to fall to the floor, but still dealing a considerable amount of damage to Chaos who’s laying in the ring holding his nose. Hunter is up and slides under the bottom rope, he runs past Chaos, bouncing from the ropes and sliding his feet directly into Chris’ head with a baseball slide!

Payne covers…




1….





But Chaos is up early, we see his face now as he pulls his hair back, exposing the blood pouring from his nose down onto his chest. Both men stand to their feet, Payne swings with a left haymaker but it’s blocked as Chris counters with a nice knee to the midsection followed by a strong European uppercut. Chaos grabs Payne by the head before he can fall to the mat and walks him over to the corner, sending a few shots before wrapping Payne’s head under his arm and spring boarding out from the corner with a nice Tornado DDT!

Mike Stump: OH VERY IMPRESSIVE! Chaos covers!



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2….





Hunter Payne gets a shoulder up!




BUT CHRIS CHAOS ISN’T LETTING UP!



Edge I mean Chaos, locks Eddie, I MEAN HUNTER into a crossface!


Gaylord: Is Chris Chaos locking in Hunter’s own submission hold?!?

Hunter is shouting in pain as Chaos’ hands tear back at his nose, ripping his head back as he tightens his legs around Payne’s arm! Hunter claws at the mat, edging closer and closer to the rope….

Hunter grabs the ro..



NO!

Chaos pulls Hunter back to the center of the ring and is about to lock in the crossface even stronger, but Hunter flips around on his back grabbing Chris’ arm and locking in an inverted Hell’s Gate type submission hold! Chris is writhing in pain, his arm hovering above the mat and shaking… he’s going to tap! But no! Chaos musters all of his might and lifts Hunter up… Payne sending punches to Chaos’ head as Chris drops him on the back of the neck with a powerbomb!


Chris staggers over toward the turnbuckle and climbs up on to the middle rope, he dives off with a Swanton Bomb but Hunter rolls out of the way, causing Chris to crash land directly onto his head, the fall looks really nasty as ring official Mika Hunt throws up her arms in an X as she commands Payne to stay away from Chaos.


XWF medical staff rushes to the ring to check on Chaos. Mika hunt is hovering over him… WHAT’S THIS!?! Chaos leans up and lays a big ol’ bloody kiss to Mika!



Mike Stump: WHOA!!! GAYLORD, I THINK MIKA HUNT ENJOYD THAT! WHAT A DIRTY GIRL!




Mika looks breathless as she pulls away from Chaos, covering her mouth with her hand as she falls back in the ring and faints. The medical staff rushes over to Mika’s side now!


In the mass confusion, Hunter has lost sight of Chaos. He stands in the ring holding his arms out asking the fans where he is, but they’re not being helpful. Hunter steps out of the ropes and as soon as he does, Chaos appears from under the ring, and sends a fierce crack to Hunter’s skull with a chair. Hunter is staggering on the ring apron; Chaos lays the steel chair on the floor and jumps up next to his opponent.

Mike Stump: My god Gay! Is Chaos thinking what I think he’s thinking about thinking!?!

Gaylord: A DDT FROM THE APRON ONTO THAT CHAIR!?!?!!!! HE’S SETTING UP!

As Chris goes for the DDT, Hunter somehow counters and flips Chaos up onto his back with the Payneful drop! The custom Samoan drops sends Chris’ spine crashing onto the chair!

From the top of the ramp, Old Man Johnson begins running to the ringside area. He splits chaos and Hunter up, forcing them both back into the ring.


Gaylord: ALRIGHT I LOVE THIS OLD FUCKER! FINALLY SOME GOOD OL’ LAW AND ORDER!


Hunter pounces on Chaos who’s still reeling from being dropped on the chair. Payne lifts him up, and appears to be looking for a Tombstone Piledriver, but Chris uses his strength and flips Payne over, now Chaos has Payne in position for the same move!





BUT WAIT, PAYNE FLIPS CHAOS OVER NOW AND HAS HIM LINED UP AND DROPS HIM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD! He crosses Chaos’ arms across his chest and sticks his tongue out, Ol’ Man Johnson counts the pin,





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NO! Just in time, Chaos gets his shoulder up! Hunter is livid, arguing with the official now, but from behind Chaos lifts Hunter onto his shoulders, spins him around and….


Mike Stump: EQUALIZER! CHAOS LANDED IT FLUSH! BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!??!??!?!


Before Chaos can cover, Mika Hunt is up and turns him around, grabbing his crotch and shoving her tongue down his throat! Ol’ Man Johnson is livid and is threatening to call the match! The two keep swapping spit for a solid minute…


Gaylord: THIS IS GETTING ME ALL HOT AND BOTHERED!

Mike: YOU’RE TELLING ME!?! I’VE LOST MY PANTS!


Hunter recovers and pulls Chaos down from behind, rolling him up with a schoolboy pin!


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Cockshafer: Holy hell, Chaos reversed the pin!










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






Payne kicks out right after the three, but it's too late, the ref calls for the bell!







Winner by Pinfall - Chris Chaos/event]





















Tig O'Bitties stands in the center of the ring with a big smile and the microphone held out in front.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is now time, for our MAIN EVENT!"



"Money" starts playing throughout the arena to an ocean of boos. The Business and Financial Superintendent, Jefferson Jackson walks out from the back and stands atop the ramp smiling out to the crowd. He waves and blows kisses as the fans boo him and nearly drown out the superintendents own music. JJ turns around and out comes the Chief of Security, Little Feather, along with the Head Ring Official, Old Man Johnson. The two stand on each side of JJ and together the three of them walk to the ring.

JJ grabs a microphone on his way into the ring and stands proudly in the center as he music, but not the fans, goes quiet.

"Are you READY?"

Boos.

"Lexington, Kentucky! I said, ARE YOU READY?!"

More boos.

"I hope you've all enjoyed the nonstop, HIGH QUALITY action tonight!"

A middle-aged Kentucky-bred redneck from the front row throws his half-full cup of beer into the ring, just missing Jefferson Jackson in the head. Little Feather takes immediate action and leaps out of the ring. He points to the redneck and within seconds he's surrounded and immediately removed from his seat by other security personel.

"The action doesn't stop here! Except for that guy."

JJ laughs at the man as he's removed from the arena.

"The action's over for him."

The crowd boo's as the man pleads to the security officers while he's drug out by force.

"Just as the lovely, Miss O'Bitties stated.... How you doin'?"

He smiles and winks.

".... Yes! Just as she said, it is TIME FOR OUR BIG MAIN EVENT! And just like I said last week, I will be at ringside with NOT ONLY the XWF's own Chief of Security, Little Feather, who does a FANTASTIC job keeping order here, but another man who also does a fine job at keeping order! To my left is none other than the XWF Head Ring Official, OLD MAN JOHNSON! And yes! He WILL be officiating this championship match! This man has seen the ORIGINAL rulebook of wrestling! He's perfect for the job!"

"Now, without any further ado, allow me to give this ring back to the lovely Tig O'Bitties, and GET THIS TV TITLE STANDARD WRESTLING RULES MATCH UNDERWAY!"

If there was any fans in the audience cheering, it was because Jefferson Jackson was stepping out of the ring and making his way to the commentators. He snaps his fingers and thumbs them out of their seats, even going as far as removing Mike Stump's headset and placing it on his own head.

"Get a room you two! Your services tonight are no longer necessary, so, you're off the clock!"

Gaylord Cockshafer and his announce team partner, Mike Stump, both stand up and take their leave without a word said otherwise. They understand, it's saving the company money right now. Jefferson kicks Cockshafer's chair out from behind the table and gets comfortable in Stump's while Little Feather stands off to the side.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen! That's right, Jefferson Jackson is back as YOUR XWF Saturday Night Showdown host! Savage. Savage host! Yeah, I kinda liked it back here last week, other than nearly getting KILLED! But that's not happening THIS time, folks! You can guarantee that the rules are SET for this one! I think Miss O'Bitties is ready to go.... BIG TITLE DEFENSE RIGHT AFTER THIS!!!"






[event]






Tig O'Bitties smiles in the center of the ring, ready to introduce the comptitors.

"Hey! We're back XWF fans! Take it away Tiggy!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the XWF Television Championship! This is a standard rules match and if the champion should lose by disqualification, she will be STRIPPED of the championship!"



"When We Ride on Our Enemies" by 2Pac plays as the lights dim and the entrance way fills with fog.

"Introducing first! Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco, California! Weighing in at 150 pounds! MAKAVELI!"

Makaveli makes his way to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope to wait for the champ to arrive.



"I am the Fire" by Halestorm plays through the arena as the Television Champion, Dolly Waters is led out from backstage by Paul Heyman. Paul carries the belt over his shoulder as Dolly skips to the ring innocently a few steps behind him.

"His opponent, from Pikeville, Kentucky! She weighs in at 79 pounds! She is the XWF Television Champion!!!!! DOLLY!!! WATERS!!!!!!!"

Paul steps onto the apron and pulls up on the second rope allowing little Dolly to kneel under and step into the ring.

Paul circles the inside of the ring with his client, holding the Television Title over his head. Jefferson Jackson points to his watch, making eye-contact with the official, Old Man Johnson, at the same time. Johnson nods and climbs into the ring. Paul Heyman complains to him as he rushes Dolly's entrance and forces Paul out of the ring. The bell rings!

15:00


Dolly and Makaveli circle one another to start the match.

"You know the excitement right now is SO over the top that I could explode, but not until a word from our sponser!"












14:30


"OKAY WE'RE BACK!"

Dolly has one knee on the mat, currently the victim of a vicious twisted armbar from Makaveli.

"From what I understand, folks. That right there is a true text book manuever. Makaveli is showing true wrestling prowess in the ring right now. I wouldn't be surprised if Dolly's screaming in agony and giving up any second..."

Dolly picks her knee up and flips forward, twirling out of the armbar and tries pulling Makaveli down. He rolls through and both of them are back facing each other in the middle of the ring.

"GREAT athletisism from both athletes!"

The two circle each other again as the crowd begins to clap vigoriously... Makaveli moves in for a tie-up, but Dolly ducks and runs into the ropes. She bounces off and dodges a clothesline, she bounces from the other ropes and lands a quick drop kick to Makaveli's knee! The knee collapses and Dolly bounces off the ropes again and lands a drop kick square on his chest!

"OUCH!"

Makaveli tumbles and rolls up to his knees. Dolly runs over to him and slams him down with a swinging neckbreaker! She doesn't stop there, she jumps right to her feet and lands a quick standing moonsault onto her opponent! She looks over to Paul Heyman who is basically lying across the apron...

"Pin him!"

He screams at her and she pulls the near leg of Makaveli with both arms. Old Man Johnson slowly lowers himself down to the mat... He checks under Makaveli for both shoulders to be down and begins the count...!!

One---

Makaveli kicks out right away!

"Old Man Johnson showing his true expertise in the ring tonight, folks! The years of experience truly shine!"

Paul pounds on the apron with both hands while Dolly gives a surprised, blank stare to the official. She grabs Makaveli by the head and helps him up to his feet, but takes a punch to the gut in the process. Makaveli hits her with a couple of chop blocks that guide her back into the ring corner. He uses the top rope for leverage and pushes his boot against the side of the head of Dolly. Old Man Johnson is checking the time on his watch...

13:23


Johnson tries breaking up the corner back Makaveli pushes him back. He finally starts a count when Makaveli releases the hold and Dolly sits down in the corner.

"The strict officiating done by Old Man Johnson ensures the saftey of our competitors and guarantees a match that's called right down the middle! Praise this man!"

Makaveli grabs Dolly by the hair and pulls her back to her feet. He swings an arm over his back and lifts her into the air and drops her down on her back with a big vertical suplex! Dolly holds the back of her head and rolls out of the ring! Paul rushes to her aide around the ring and kneels beside her. As Paul talks strategy, Makaveli tries to stick his head through the ropes or try a big move to the outside, but he's stopped by Old Man Johnson! Paul helps Dolly to her feet while Makaveli argues with the referee inside the ring! FINALLY, Makaveli calms down and Old Man Johnson counts ONE!

Paul can be heard on the outside telling Dolly to take her time and that she has lots of it.

Johnson with a TWO!

Dolly gains her marbles and stretches out a bit while staring down Makaveli in the ring. Paul continues to hold her back while Makaveli grows impatient and slides under the bottom rope on the side of the ring. He rushes around the corner, while Paul escapes around the other. Dolly meets Makaveli with a big spinning heel kick that sends him crashing back into the ring steps! Dolly pulls herself onto the apron, runs across, and drops on Makaveli with a sentan while he lies across the ring steps!

"Get it back in the ring, Johnson! Get control here!"

The referee pokes his head out through the middle rope and yells at Paul and Dolly. They both shrug it off.

Johnson's count has started over! ONE!

11:54


Three! Johnson with another count!

Dolly grabs Makaveli and pulls him off the steps and throws him into the ring barrier. He bounces off of it and falls to his face!

FOUR!

"Folks! We're going to hear another word from our sponser! Hopefully, when we're back this match is under control!"












"We're back, boys and girls! The match is back in the ring here with Dolly in full control!"

Dolly is lying over Makaveli with an anconda vise locked in. Old Man Johnson is kneeled beside the two of them, constantly checking the conciousness of Makaveli. Dolly grinds the move, listening to every word that Paul Heyman is shrieking from ringside. After a minute, Makaveli becomes limp. Old Man Johnson grabs one of his arms, hold it up, and drops it! He stands up and walks over to the corner and shouts to the time keeper Nispey Russel..

"ONE!"

Johnson walks back over and kneels down grabbing the arm of Makaveli once more and drops it..... It falls to the mat.

Johnson gets up and again and shouts over to Nipsey....

"TWO!!!"

Johnson becomes excited and slides back into position grabbing the arm of Makaveli again! He holds it up and let's go!

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Makaveli holds his arm up! Johnson breaks the count! Dolly continues to grind on the hold,but to no avail! Makaveli slowly fights back to his feet and picks Dolly up and drops her on her head! The two lie on the mat together, while Paul continues his cheerleading on the outside slapping the mat in three-slap intervals!

9:34


They both begin to stir at the same time and slowly get to their knees. Dolly blocks a punch from Makaveli. Another. And another. She jumps to her feet and tucks Makaveli's head under her arm and slams him down with a DDT!

"Makaveli hits hard! We're nearly seven minutes into this match, folks, and it is utterly CRAZY!"

Dolly pulls Makaveli to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes! Makaveli holds onto the ropes as Dolly jumps high into the air missing a dropkick! Makaveli follows up with a swift kick across the head and Dolly falls lifeless to the mat!

Makaveli wastes no time and brings Dolly back to her feet and guides her back into one of the corners. Old Man Johns is right in his face the entire time! Makaveli easlier lifts Dolly to the top turnbuckle and sits her down. He takes to steps and pulls her up.....

"Big move coming from Makaveli! He's setting Dolly up!"

Dolly starts to show life and starts punching Makaveli in the stomach. A couple solid landings and he loses his grip on Dolly. She grabs him by the head and pulls him down! He holds onto the top rope and swings down and lands on the apron! When he tugged on the rope, it sent Dolly down with him!

Dolly is stunned on the apron as Makaveli scales the turnbuckle opposite of the corner she's near. Flips his middle finger at the champ, a pure act of defiance as he looks to be setting up for a huge diving attack...

Oh! But out of nowhere Dolly runs down the apron, using the ropes to lift up and connect Mak in he head with an enziguri! Mak, still sitting on the turnbuckle is out of it, and suddenly Dolly leaps with a vertical jump, wrapping her legs around Makaveli's head, flipping backwards and dropping them both with a masterpiece of a hurricanrana onto the floor!

The crowd is going absolutely ape shit!!!!

"How did she do that?!"

Both competitors lie lifeless on the floor as Old Man Johnson paces in the ring with his mind scrambled. He starts another count!

8:00


One!

Paul is now standing over Dolly screaming his head off to get her to her feet. Both Dolly and Makaveli remain lifeless on the side of the ring.

Two!

"Another crucial moment in this epic main event! And another word from our sponsors!"













Seven!

Dolly and Makavli both start to stir at the same time. Dolly to her feet first!

"We're back fans! You didn't miss much!"

Makaveli kicks Dolly in the stomach and pushes her back against the ring steps!

EIGHT!

He rushes her and she ducks and sends him flipping over the ring steps!

"GET IN THE RING!!"

Paul Heyman screams at Dolly!

NINE!!!

Dolly slips under the rope and Pual praises the skies! She looks at Paul, looks at Makaveli lying on the outside, then makes complete eye contact with Old Man Johnson...

T---!!!

Dolly slips back under the rope resetting the count to zero! Paul Heyman shakes his head as his client stomps around the ring and meets Makaveli on the other side!

"Apparently little Dolly wants to use up as much time as we're allotted! That'a girl!"

Makaveli meets her with a punch, but it's blocked!

ONE!

6:12


Dolly kicks Makaveli in the head and throws him into the announcer's table!

"HEY! EASY NOW!"

Jackson grabs one of the old commentator's water bottles and starts throwing water at the competitors. Dolly grabs Makaveli and whips him back onto the apron and into the ring. She hops up herself and uses the middle rope to jump high into the air with a big knee!

She misses! Makavali moves out of the way and reaches over the top rope to grab Dolly. She pulls down on Makaveli's head and he flips out onto the outside with her! He gets right to his feet and the fight back and forth on the apron with punches and kicks!

"Fans! These two crazy competitors are literally RIGHT in front of me battling it out here!"

Jackson's excitement soon changes when he fails to completely cover the mic...

"JOHNSON! GET THIS SHUT UNDER CONTROL!! WRAP IT UP!"

The official in the ring nods before he approaches the two competitors battling in the apron. He gets a little to close and takes a side kick to the head that was ducked by Makaveli! The referee stumbles back in the ring and falls on his back! The miscalculation from Makalevi gave Dolly the split second she needed to scale the turnbuckle! Makaveli follows her up and the two battle on the peak of the corner turnbuckle for a moment before Makaveli lifts her up and...

"OH MY GOD."

... Like a tiny tree the two of them fall from the top rope and glide several feet and both land perfectly across the annoucne table! Jefferson Jackson flies back in his chair once again as all three of them become covered in dust and debris.

Old Man Johnson stands in the ring with his eyes as wide as the sun... Jefferson Jackson crawls out from the debris and points to his watch... Old Man Johnson nods...

ONE!

Another countout has started!

TWO!!

4:38


A beaten up Makaveli crawls over to a beaten up Dolly Waters and attempts to lay a couple punches on her. She covers her face and blocks the blunt of the attacks. Paul is on the other side of the ring having a stroke. Makaveli reaches his feet and pulls Dolly to hers and tosses her towards the ring. She jumps and slides onto the apron into the ring. Makaveli follows and meets a dropkick to the side of the head as soon as he enters. Dolly, seeming rejuvinated, follows right up and drags Makaveli back to his feet. He elbows her in the stomach and slams her down with one to the head!

Makaveli picks Dolly up and scoops slams her down in front of one of the corners and signals for the end! He climbs the turnbuckle and signals for the MAK ATTACK! Paul Heyman screams his head off at Dolly, but she remains motionless on the mat! Makaveli his the air and misses Dolly! She rolled to the inside and only got kicked a bit from the landing, but she pulls herself up into the corner! She smiles and winks at Paul as he continues getting over the heart attack from earlier. He smiles and winks back. Makaveli slowly regains his strength as he crawls slowly across to the other corner... He pulls himself up with the assistance of the middle turnbuckle, then the top... As soon as he turns around he's met with a RUNNING WATERS out of nowhere! Makaveli's head not only bounces off the turnbuckle ofter the move but the mat and takes a one way trip to dreamland! Dolly collapses on the motioneless body of Makaveli and Old Man Johnson slowly, but surely, follows!

ONE!!











TWO!!!!!

















THREE!!!!!

Nipsey rings the bell vigorously as Old Man Johnson points his way the same way! Dolly's music hits as she rolls off of Makaveli and Paul steps into the ring. The announce table is destroyed and Jefferson Jackson is JUST now starting to crawl out of the rubble.

"Your winner and STILL XWF Television Champion....."

Winner Dolly Waters


Dolly Water celebrates her victory in the ring with her manager Paul Heyman. Jefferson Jackson slowly regains his composure on the outside, while shoving off the little to no assistance that Head Official, Old Man Johnson, and head of security, Little Feather are trying to offer him. The copywrights appear on the bottom of the screen and the show comes to a close with the defending Television Champion being escorted from the ring by her manager, Paul Heyman.

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10-22-2016, 07:29 PM

What a debut by me, Kurt Angle! But could you really expect anything less?

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#3
10-22-2016, 07:51 PM

["Lane, what has to happen to have Jefferson Jackass fired right away?"

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10-23-2016, 05:01 AM

(10-22-2016, 07:51 PM)Dolly Waters Said: ["Lane, what has to happen to have Jefferson Jackass fired right away?"

Fired? FIRED?! After the mountains of money that I've saved this company, NO THANKS TO YOU, the last two weeks I've been here? You gotta be outta your mind, Dolly...

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Music to my ears, sir! MUSIC TO MY EARS!
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#5
10-23-2016, 12:23 PM

I understand where Jefferson is coming from but the way I see it, It hurts the company in a way. Putting a ban on violent matches. People like me who have made a living from wrestling in that environment. Sure, I put a lot of unneeded miles on my body but that was my choice and I did it for the fans and myself.

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10-23-2016, 01:14 PM

This is what separates the executives from the employees. Barney Green, I'm sure you've been a thick staple in this company for many years. You even said, your body has taken a major toll from those many years of abusing yourself, mentally and physically. While you DO, most definitely, see SOME of the light through thr tunnel, your vision is still a little blurry. While you aim to please this XWF Universe each night, not considering the repercussions of injuries or property damage.... We, the business and financial department of the XWF yearn to please on a much LARGER scale, while even considering the longevity of not just this company, but the careers of our employees, as well.

I'm just doing my job, Mr. Green.
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