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**Vincent Lane** · (11-11-2016)

Coming at you from the Panathenaic Stadium in Athens, Greece... THIS IS WEDNESDAY NIGHT WARFARE!!!!

Kurt Angle
- vs -
Tyler Snoww

"The Witch Doctor" Bear Braddock
- vs -
Eliza Thorne
- vs -
Nostalgia
- vs -
"The Franchise" Michael Graves

Chris Chaos
- vs -
Promo Sins

Bret Hart
- vs -
Michael McBride

Thaddeus Duke
- vs -
Luca Arzegotti
Cathedral Tomb Match!

The two opponents will meet at the Mitrópoli Cathedral in Athens, and the winner will be the man who forces his opponent into the reliquary coffin of Constantinople Patriarch Gregory V!

Peter Gilmour
- vs -
Robbie Bourbon
2/3 Falls, Plate Glass Tables Match!

Hart Title Match
Barney Green
- vs -
Dolly Waters
Submission Match!

The cameras pan over the wide epanse of Greek XWF fans, at the top of what should be one can't-miss edition of WarFare! Pyro blasts off on the stage, ramp, and all around the ring. We're about to send the cameras over to the Wednesday Night commentary, but instead we find the lights go out in a hurry. An image appears on-screen, that of a river running through a forest, only the colors are disrupted into sharp hues of red and black. As images from the forest flash by, a voice speaks.

"I wish I would have known what the future held. I can only believe things would have been different. But no, I allowed myself to be trapped in disillussionment, thinking everything would be better if I just waited. No... the truth is, for us to accomplish, we must do first, ask questions later. Procrastination is the one thing that will always and forever stand between you and success.

"Don't let it. Don't hesitate. Don't fret. Don't halt, don't stop, don't be lazy. Be strong, be active. Don't be content, don't be a has-been, or also-ran, or never-was. Put every ounce of yourself into proving the doubters wrong. That's what I've spent my career doing, and if it weren't for the losses I've felt prior, I'd have never built up the desire to put my haters in their place. They call me 'Broken Hart'

"Nice tah meet ya."

The tron cuts to static, before the lights return... within the middle of the ring is a message scrawled in what very well might be blood. It reads-- "Be prepared."

Dewey Gobblecoque: Welcome to Wednesday Warfare, XWF Faithful! We'ew coming to you LIVE from Athens, Greece, and we're gonna start things off with an AMERICAN HERO!

Kurt Angle races down to the ring where Tyler Snoww awaits already.

Tig O'Bitties doesn't even get a chance to announce his name before she has to hurry from the ring as Angle quickly starts battering his opponent and the bell rings.

Angle lays in a lot of stiff punches and kicks, dropping Snoww to the canvas. Angle then drops several knees to the head and neck area of Snoww.

Snoww turtles up and Angle takes advantage, leaning over him and digging his hooks around Snoww's waist, then using his leverage to turn the rookie over. With a few shots to the ribs and abdomen, Angle forces Snoww to momentarily drop his arms lower, giving Angle the chance to slip on a rear naked choke!

Snoww struggles!

Angle screams TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

Snoww taps! Kurt Angle wins again!

Winner - Kurt Angle

In a world

With rampant inequality
Intolerance and discrimination
And corruption at every turn

Everybody thinks they are a victim
But the most oppressed have been completely ignored

He’s going to do what nobody else will
Thomas Nixon will stand up
For the Lizard People

Coming Soon

Tig O'Bitties: AND NOW... A FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH... ENTERING THE RING FIRST, OUT OF...

“Hold You Down,” by Alchemist blares over the arena speakers. Nostalgia comes out looking ready to go in a red and black jumpsuit with a DireWolf insignia; coming to center stage and stopping. With his right hand he makes the sign of the cross, then a circle... before pretending he is sniping his opponents yet to enter in the ring with three fake shots. Pyrotechnics go off... he runs to the ring, jumps on the rope, then jumps on the turnbuckle to appeal to his fans. The XWF Universe shows a mixed reaction, as Tig announces his stats.

Tig O'Bitties: PINE BARRENS, NEW JERSEY, STANDING AT SIX FEET SIX INCHES TALL, TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POUNDS... NNNNOOOSSSSTAALLLGGIIIAAAAA!

Dewey: Supposedly this guy is an ultra strong genius. Yet he fires an imaginary gun at imaginary people. Should be fun to watch develop.

The music eventually winds to an end with Nostalgia posturing in the ring, the next entrance hits with a taste of "The Lady in Red" on the X-Tron followed by the words, "Don't bless me father, for I have sinned." The lights in the arena begin to dim and a deep red smoke fills the stage as the opening riff of "Going to Hell" by The Pretty Reckless plays over the PA system. The X-Tron comes to life, displaying a background of roses as the name "Eliza Thorne" appears over top the roses, written in a glittery golden font. A spotlight shines on the stage and a single black boot appears in frame.

Tig O'Bitties: Next, from the depths of LA HOLLA, CALIFORNIA, STANDING IN AT FIVE FEET, FIVE INCHES... ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE POUNDS... ELLIIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THHHOORNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

The cameraman takes his sweet time pulling back and revealing the full figure of one Eliza Thorne as she poses, hands on her hips, head turned to the side, looking into the lens. She blows a kiss into the camera and winks before the first verse starts and she begins to strut down the ramp, basking in the boos from the audience. She waves her arms in a manner as if she were conducting the negative reaction as she heads to the ringside area.

Dewey: Is it just me or does Tig seem on her "A" Game tonight? I haven't heard a call that good since my ex-wife went to the gynochol... anyway... another relatively interesting participant here, I don't really know what to expect from this match, still Graves and Braddock to be introduced here. Thorne, the underachieving middle child of an affluent family, Eliza has been afforded many more opportunities than most, and a whole lot more than she deserved apparently from this bio card, and has squandered just about all of them. A bored, lazy, foul-tempered trust fund baby, Eliza is driven by flights of fancy and a desire to be famous with as little effort as possible. Well, just what we need here in XWF, hey folks?

Tig O'Bitties: AND THE THIRD PARTICIPANT... FROM PARKS UNKNOWN... AT STATS NO ONE WOULD DARE TRY TO ACQUIRE FROM HIM... THE WITTCCHH DOOCTTORRR... BEEAAARRRRR BRRAAADDDDOOCCKKKKKK!

Dewey: Here we go, this fucking guy again. He beat the hell out of Kitt Kennedy with a bat, albeit one Kennedy introduced to the match, after winning a match causing a reversed decision last time we saw him in an XWF building, of course how he is still out walking around after burning a stadium full of people is still kind of a mystery...

The arena pulsates in silver and black tones, children tucking their heads into mommy and daddy as loud screeching echoes throughout. The beginning of "The Sound of Silence" rolls into ears as the comfort and familiarity ease the crowd just before The Witch Doctor drops down from the top of the X-Tron seemingly out of thin air. He meanders slowly to the ring with a white mask from the nose down with a permanent smile carved into it and a brown sheath draped over his head. He eventually makes it to the ring, the lights flicker in which time he vanishes from ringside and appears in the corner mask less and ready for the opening bell in an amount of time that seems impossible to have accomplished it. Nostalgia looks on confused, as Thorne braces her corner as though not impressed.

Dewey: I can never tell if he looks like he is prepared or just insane.

Tig O'Bitties: and finally, last but certainly not least, from the great state of TEXAS, BY WAY OF HOUSTON... STANDING AT SIX FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE POUNDSSSSS... THE FRANCHISSSSEEEE... MICCHHHAEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL GGRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Music hits through arena in the variety of "Cryin' Like A Bitch" from Godsmack, lights dim and spotlight hits entrance ramp. Michael appears standing on entrance ramp, looking left to right throughout the crowd. He makes his way down the ramp, wearing a sleeveless, hooded, black jacket that covers his face. As he makes his way down the bottom of the ramp, a sadistic smile appears on his face and he gazes into the camera. Michael points his fingers into the shape of a gun and points it to his temples then walks from the camera to the steps of the ring. While on the apron, he looks into the crowd and raises both arms into the air, leaning his head back to gaze at the ceiling above him before entering the ring. He walks to the corner ring post and sits down like a "raven", waiting for the match to start... Braddock looks on amused by his nature, Thorne and Nostalgia begin to lock eyes in anticipation of the coming ring.

Dewey: And that makes lucky number four, everybody. Boy, the dynamic here is very interesting, Vinnie real went all out to put these people in harms way so that one of them could shine a little brighter than the others tonight, BUT WHO WILL IT BE!?

The ref signals for the bell to ring... DING, DING, DING... each competitor in a corner, they all look up with different expressions. Nostalgia fakes a run at Graves, as Eliza steps toward Braddock, Nostalgia then turns and clotheslines Thorne to the canvas, blindsiding her then delivering vicious kicks to her shoulders and head. Graves looks across at Braddock who foams at the mouth, Graves runs to the side and springboards off hitting Bear with a missile drop kicks sending him through the middle ropes to the mat below. Graves runs off the opposite rope again then suicide dives onto a stunned Braddock to the outside. Nostalgia picks up Thorne and positions her for some type of piledriver, she reveres and uses his arm to face plants him into the ring. She mounts him and screams while clawing at his face. On the outside Graves Irish whips a reeling Braddock into the barrier as he moans in pain and arches his back falling to his knees. Graves runs and propels off the barricade hitting Bear with a running insegurie.

Dewey: Graves looks to make quick work of the Witch Doctor here, but on the outside, where pinfall's will not be counted. Nostalgia's surprise attack appears to have backfired, Eliza now with a second rope spinning DDT, she could win this match if the two on the outside do not get back in soon.

Eliza drags the huge body of Nostalgia to the center of the ring and drops a pointed elbow into his chest for a pin attempt. Graves glances inside and slides in pulling her leg toward him to receive a kick in the jaw. She gets up, Nostalgia rolling out of the ring and below view; she goes right, left, right with punches to the stomach of Graves. He clinches and bends over toward her, she quickly runs off the nearest rope for a fameasser but he ducks under then twirls her around for a sidewalk slam, sitting and smiling in the ring next to her. Nostalgia on the outside goes for a weapon, and pulls out a folding steel chair looking up into the ring. he turns back as Braddock stands in front of him and spits some type of mist into his eyes.

Dewey: Again with this illegal nonsense, come on ref, how don't you see this shit from this guy, he does it every match!

Graves put Eliza into a sitting headlock to wear her down, her arms flail a bit but she slowly begins to lose consciencness and eventually falls to her side. Graves beckons the ref as he holds up her arms and drops it for a count.

1...

2...

Braddock judo chops Graves in the head just as the ref was raising her arm for the third count. Graves rolls over and up to first feet holding his dome, and looks at where the strike came from. Just like that Braddock has vanished from sight. The Franchise looks around puzzled. Eliza takes the opportunity after shaking it off to roll up Graves for a small package.

1...

He kicks out seemingly offended by the try, she delivers a sitting clothesline and hooks his leg.

1...

He tosses her off and gets up stumbling to the turnbuckle. Holding his eyes, Nostalgia rolls back into the ring but Eliza is up at the same time and hurracurrana's him back over the ropes, then pulls herself back up and over into the ring taunting him for the earlier attack. She turns and is greeted with a reverse vertical supplex, Graves gestures to the crowd to finish her, he picks her up by the hair and smiles, Nostalgia, now angered, slides in and dives at Graves, he ducks out of the way as Nostalgia's momentum takes him out of the other sides and back to the mat yet again. Graves laughs just long enough for Eliza tom kick him in the stomach and deliver a stunner like maneuver, laying him out in the ring. She pulls him to center and hops on his back for a Steiner Recliner, clinching his chin with both hands and using her weight to wrench his back tightly. Nostalgia is heard moaning on the outside, getting up in a daze, suddenly his feet go out from under him and he is pulled under the ring clawing to stay out but eventually succumbing to the strength grasping at his heels.

Dewey: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?

Realizing her opportunity, Eliza pulls back as hard as she can trying to get Graves to tap out. He groans and makes noises but tells the ref to take a long walk off a short pier. The ref backs up then asks him again, Graves tells him he will give up only if the ref's wife will stop calling him. The ref back up and asks him again, The Franchise replies "No, I got this". He using his muscle to get to the ropes, Eliza sighs breaking the hold, and trying to pull him back to the middle. Graves turns on his back and monkey flips up be the edge of the ring. Eliza goes for a clothesline and misses, Graves spun around her, she points at him now standing where he was and beginning to say something hateful. Just then, her feet slide out from under her out the bottom rope, and she hits her face on the apron. She lay motionless on the mat below seemingly out cold. Graves looks over the ropes cautiously waiting for a sign of what occurred. Behind him on the other side Bear Braddock slowly rises from the floor. He leaps in one motions onto the apron, but is light footed enough that Graves investigation is not interrupted. Bear steps into the ring, Michael eventually giving up and raising his hands toward the ref, he turns around to be face to face with Braddock. The two stare at each other for a moment.

Dewey: FUCK ME SIDEWAYS! NOSTALGIA DISAPPEARED UNDER THE RING MINUTES AGO, AND THORNE WAS JUST PULLED OUT AND KNOCKED SILLY, THEN THIS GUY RISES FROM NOWHERE TO CONFRONT GRAVES!?

Graves begins a right handed fist barrage that Bear takes one by one teetering. He whips Braddock into the ropes then leaps over him, Bear recoils off the other side and stops dead as Graves flips over from an empty arm drag attempt. He gets up and looks at Braddock, then two handed pushes him in the chest to "Come On." Braddock begins chanting something, Graves looks confused, he begins a series of knife edge chops, then leg sweep Bear to the canvas. He jumps high and stomps on his forehead three times, then springboard backflips onto him for a pin.

1...

2...

The lights turns to red all over the stadium. The ref stops his count, as the X-Tron comes on. Miss Percy, Braddock's mule, is on the screen with her half beautiful, half deformed face grinning. She back ups for a moment as the shot widens, showing Nostalgia tied to a chair in a hut somewhere far away.

Dewey: HOW IN THE SHIT!? HE WAS JUST HERE!?

Eliza Thorne gets up still with a massive headache. She looks at the screen, then at the two men in a vulnerable stop. Graves begins dropping leg drop after standing leg drop on Braddock fearing this is a ploy, making sure he cannot get up. Thorne climbs up and steps into the ring, the lights come back to normal as the X-Tron fades. She turns him around and misses a kick, he "Twist of Fates" her in the center of the ring, and goes for a cover.

1...

2...

THR...

Nostalgia appears behind him and breaks up the pin. Graves gets up with a shocked look, as something in Nostalgia's eyes has changed. He clotheslines Graves, then picks up Eliza, gorilla pressing her over his head... she kicks him furiously still groggy from the "Twist". He lowers her down, but his eyes glow yellows and she backs up realizing he may be possessed. Graves low blows Nostalgia from behind, then propels off the ropes for a devastating crossbody, both men down holding their mid-sections. Eliza gets up and turns her attention to Braddock. She waits and coerces him into a spot away from the other two, then lures him into a crucifix armbar.

Dewey: THORNEBUSHHH, THIS COULD DO IT!

Bear moans, the ref asking him if he will submit. Graves catches wind, and puts Throne into an ankle lock while she refuses to let go of the armbar on Braddock. The ref, not sure what to do, asks both if they are continuing, they both continue to moan and hold out. Nostalgia gets to his feet and puts a sleep hold on Graves from behind. The ref looks astonished and begins to ask all three.

Dewey: This is a FUCKING FOUR WAY SUBMISSION, ANYONE TAPS AND THE AGGRESSOR SHOULD WIN HERE!

Braddock gets to the bottom rope and holds it, forcing Eliza to break, she screams in pain but Nostalgia's sleeper weakens Graves grips, and she squirms out of the Ankle Lock then runs after Braddock who stands next to the ropes. He back body drops her over the top rope and out to the floor below. Bear keels over to recover in the corner.

Dewey: OH MY GOD!!!

Nostalgia's yellow eyes glow but begin to slowly lose color. He gets back to his sanity, then lets go, looking at his surrounding not sure what to make of what just happened to him. In a sitting position completely unaware, Graves super kicks Nostalgia in the head laying him on his back limp.

Dewey: GRAVES IS GOING TO WIN THIS MATCH!

The Franchise gets to the top rope, and gives the gun symbols with both hands, he jumps off for a "Swanton Bomb" but is caught with an upside down "REMEDY" spear in mid-air by Braddock.

Dewey: WHERE DID HE PULL THAT OUT OF!?

Graves clutches his ribs as Braddock slithers onto the still motionless body of Nostalgia...

1!

2!

Here comes Eliza Thorne!

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

The ref's hand comes down just as Thorne drops onto Braddock, and the two scuffle more as the official tries to break them apart!

Winner - "The Witch Doctor" Bear Braddock

Dewey: Cut to commercial, those two are going to have to be pulled apart!

Warfare comes back from commercial and Chris Chaos is in his locker room with Jenny Myst, who has some sort of a sack in her hand. He is breathing loudly through grit teeth and running his hands through his hair with a crazed look on his face.

"He is nothing but a snake! Most journalists are! Do you know how many times I have been ripped apart in newspapers and online blogs by these fucks who think they are holier than thou! I am going to show him tonight that a JOURNALIST SNAKE doesnt belong in the ring with the most destructive force this company has ever seen!"

"I have something that may help him to realize that" She pats the sack, which moves and wiggles in her hand.

Chris looks the sack and his eyes widen. "You know you're the best, right? Let's go show him first hand."

Tig Ole' Bitties: And inroducing first, from Portland Oregon, weighing 150 lbs......PROMOOOOO SINNNS!

Sins walks to the ring looking focused, knowing this was a huge match for him. The Greek crowd was chanting something in Greek that he didn't understand.

Tig O'Bitties: And standing 6 foot 4 inches tall, weighing 245 lbs.....From Tampa Florida.......accompanied to the ring by Jenny Myst.......CHHHRIIIIS CHHHHAOOOS

Chaos and Jenny appear out of the pyro and mist as DIE MF DIE hits. He holds his wild card over his head. Jenny Myst is holding a burlap sack. As Chris runs and slides into the ring Jenny walks over and sits down near the time keeper, setting the tied-top sack down.

Chris and Promo Sins circle each other in the ring. Sins was hesitant to lock up with the much bigger man.

He makes a move towards Chris then backs away.

Then again.

"COME ON!" Chris yells, signaling to bring it with his arms. The crowd is getting restless.

Finally they lock up and Chris gets Sins into a headlock. Firing shots to the top of his head in brutal fashion before Sins wiggles out. He uses his superior quickness to run around the ring, Chris giving chase. When it looks like Chris has him dead to rights in the near right turnbuckle, Sins crawls under his legs, gripping behind the knees, and rolls Chris up for the surprise package pin.

1....

Chis powers out, and is now pissed off.

Dewey: Tried to surprised Chaos with a pin there, but it didn't work. May have been a bad move.

Sins bounces off the ropes and Chris catches him and delivers a nasty backdrop suplex. Quickly on the offensive again, Chris picks Sins up by the head and locks him in for a German suplex, delivering it with furocity.

Instead of going for the cover, however, the ego maniac known as Chris Chaos grins a wicked grin before picking Sins up for another. Just as he was about to drop him backwards, Promo Sins delivers 3 or 4 elbows to Chris, causing him to break the hold, then delivers a kick to the back of his knee to bring the bigger man down to one knee.

Dewey: "Good strategy here for Sins, taking the bigger mans vertical base out"

Bouncing off the ropes again he hits Chris with a flying clothesline, taking him down. Seeing an opportunity now, he grabs Chris by the blonde locks and brings him to one knee again. Firing 3 or four shots to Chaos's face he grabs him and hits an inverted neckbreaker!

COVER!

1....

2........

Kick out.

Slapping the mat, Sins decides to continue going to work. Chris is back to one knee and grabs sins by the neck and holds him in place for long enough to stand up. Sins kicks at his knee again trying to take him back down but Chris eats it, throwing the smaller man across the ring by his head before shaking off the cobwebs.

Sins is back on his feet. Chris charges him, going for a splash on the ropes, but Sins is about to get out of the way and roll out of the ring.

The crowd is restless at the slow pace of this match. Circling the ring twice, the ref gets to an 8 count before Sins slides back in.

Ol' Man Johnson: "He is playing mind games, trying to frustrate Chaos here and take him out of his game that way."

Rolling into the ring, however, Chris was ready. As soon as Promo Sins got to his feet Chris was there with a series of rights and lefts, backing him into the corner. Once in the near right corner, he began to deliver vicious shoulder thrusts to the mid section of Sins. 2...3....4.....5.......when he finished, Sins clutched his stomach and fell down panting.

Picking him back up Chris whipped Sins into the ropes and went for a clothesline from hell but Sins ducked, bounced off the opposite rope and flew at Chris with a knee, delivering it to Chaos's mid section. He doubled over briefly and Sins went for a DDT but Chris countered and hit an inverted neckbreaker on Promo Sins.

Chris walked over and said something to Jenny, who was at ring side.

Grabbing him by the head and picking back up Chris kicked Sins in the gut, obviously wanting to end this match early with the equalizer. Lifting Sins up, he wiggled out again, and bounced off the ropes hitting Chris with a flying clothesline. That is two counters now and two successful moves. Sins goes for a quick cover.

1.....

1 1/2

Kick out.

Sins, knowing he probably wouldn't win in a slug fest with Chaos, began to kick the big man in the upper torso. Chris was back to his feet quickly, however. The two began to exhange blows and Chris quickly got the upper hand. After a particularly hard shot, Sins rolled out of the ring. Chris gave chase. The ref began to count.

1....

2....

Catching Sins he whipped him around and into the ring post head first.

4.....

5.....

Picking him up by the head he put him in position and then threw him back first into the barricade, eliciting a painful response from Sins.

7.....

Chris, obviously with evil intentions and not wanting to win by count out, rolled Sins back into the ring to break the count, then pushed him back out.

Sins was wobbling and Chris grabbed him again, whipping him into the ring steps on the opposite corner. Sins crashed with a sickening thud.

Jenny and Chris began to laugh on the outside as Chris was clearly getting the upper hand. Chris walked over and shoved the camera man out of the way and grabbed the camera cord. He was going to choke Promo Sins. Jenny was in the ring, distrating the ref with her cleveage. Chris began choking Sins, whose eyes were now wide. After about 20 seconds, instincts kicked in and Sins was able to get a low blow on Chaos--breaking the choke and sending the big man wincing and holding his junk.

Sins ran after, grabbing Chris by the face and bouncing it off the announce table.

The ref, done with Jenny now obviously, began to count.
1...

2...

3....

Shoving Chris's face off the barricade this time, he stumbled away from Sins. Sins kept on the offensive. He was bouncing Chris's head off everything he could find until the big man rolled into the ring. So did he. So did Jenny.

As he was about to continue the onslaught on now bloody-faced Chaos, Jenny tapped Sins on the shoulder. He turned around and she got in his face. Sins laughed, dismissing her with his hands. It was that small amount of time that Chris needed to re-coup. Sins turned around and was met with The Wrong Side of the Tracks superkick!

Dewey: CHAOS DAMN NEAR TOOK PROMO SINS HEAD OFF WITH THAT KICK!

Sins was out cold.

Chris wiped the blood off his forehead with his hand, looked at it, before licking it with a twisted grin.

Ol' Man Johnson: Pin him damnit! The ref could have counted to ten by now! Pin him! Chaos is by god insane!

Sins was beginning to stir. Chris smiled again. He motioned to Jenny who pulled a sack she carried out to the ring out from the bell ringers station.

Chris lifted Sins up but Sins, fighting solely on instinct alone, poked Chris in the eye to buy him some time. 1 punch, punches, 3 punches.....Sins then went for the running knee and Chris moved, catching sins and putting him on his shoulders. It was equalizer time!

He buries Sins with the equalizer!!!!

Cover

1!

2!

3!!!!!!!

The bell rings. Tig Ole grabs the mic. Jenny is now in the ring with the sack.

Tig Ole: And the winner of this match.......Wildcard Holder CHRIS CHAOOSS!

Winner - Chris Chaos

Chris stands over Sins as Jenny pours the sack out onto him. It is LIVE SNAKES! LIVE RATTLESNAKES! Chris and Jenny laugh and roll out of the ring as the snakes slither around Sins and the XWF medical team tries to figure out how to get to Sins without getting bitten. XWF goes to commercial as men with nets come to the ring, running past a laughing Chaos and Jenny Myst.

Bret starts making his way to the ring before his match with Michael McBride.

HORRRRRN INTENSIFIES!

Dewey: "That's the music of the World Wrestling Federation Champion, Big Daddy Cool, Diesel!

"What's he doing here!?"

As the Diesel Blues plays, Diesel awkwardly runs out from the back and clocks Bret Hart from behind with the WWF title belt. Bret falls to the floor, clutching his head. Diesel picks him up and tosses him into the barricade. Bret writhes in pain and falls to the floor. Diesel then picks up Bret and rolls him into the ring.

Diesel climbs to the apron and steps over the top rope as Bret gets to his feet. Bret Hart runs toward Diesel and the big man floors him with a big boot. Diesel lifts Hart off the mat and whips him off the ropes. On the rebound, Diesel bends and lifts Hart up, and plants him on the mat with a high impact side slam.

Big Daddy Cool rises to his feet and signals for the jackknife.

Dewey: "Will we see the jackknife?"

Hart staggers to his feet as Diesel boots him in the midsection.

Uuuuuup..... SLAM!!!

Dewey: "Diesel hit the jackknife on the former champion!"

But Diesel isn't finished. He lifts Hart off the mat again. Uuuuuuup. SLAM!

Dewey: "A second jackknife! He's literally handing McBride a victory here!"

Still, Big Daddy Cool isn't finished. He lifts Hart off the mat again. Uuuuuuup. SLAM!

Michael McBride has seen enough and charges toward the ring. He slides in and charges toward Big Daddy Cool. Diesel elbows him in the chin, dropping the Television champion instantly. Diesel then lifts McBride to his feet and boots him in the midsection.

Uuuuuuuup. SLAM! But right on top of Bret Hart for the pin as HORRRRRRN intensifies.

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Next we will see our new XWF Xtreme Champion and Television Champion, may I add. Take on a wrestling legend. This should be good."

Suddenly the arena 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, his XWF Universal Championship over his shoulder. He looks around at the XWF Galaxy in attendence and smirks. The chorus of boos fill the arena in disapproval of Skull, as he slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring them. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and smirks once again at the crowd. He then raises his XWF Universal Championship in the air as the boos become louder. He walks round the side of the ring, arguing with some of the fans in attendence. Scully stares at Dewey as he sits behind the announce table, looking a little nervous. Skull climbs the announce table and raises his title once again. He gets down and sits next to Dewey, putting the headset on and his title in his lap. Skull receives a "Scully Sucks" chant from the intense crowd, which Scully sarcastically applauses as his music fades.

Dewey Gobblecoque: "It appears our Universal Champion is going to commentate with me."

Scully: "It appears you're right Dewey, way to go! Is this how you greet all your guests?"

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Welcome Scully.. Welcome. So what brings you out here, if you don't mind me asking?"

Scully: "I do mind you asking. I'll do what I want, I am the XWF Uni Champ, I don't need a reason!"

Dewey surprisingly goes quiet. Pink strobes light up the arena, as Hart Attack begins to blast through the PA system. After a few moments pass, Bret Hart emerges from the backstage area onto the entrance ramp. He paces back and forth along the top of the ramp way as he shouts out to the fans. Returning to the center, he runs down the ramp handing out high fives to a few lucky fans, before sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope.

Announcer, Jim Thornton: "Making his way to the ring, from Calgary, Alberto, Canada.. Bret 'The Hitman' Hart.

Dewey Gobblecoque: "It's Alberta, Jim! Bret 'The Hitman' Hart, what a legend?!"

Scully: "Legend? Legend my ass! Owen was true legend of the Hart family. This guy has about as much personality as a potato."

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Potato? You can have boiled, mash, roast, new... Chips. There's alot of personality in a potato."

Scully: "Do you want that headset shoved up your ass?!"

Bret climbs the ring post, raising his arms in the air as the fans scream in excitement. He proceeds to do it again in the other corner of the ring, then hopping down and leaning his weight back against the top turnbuckle as he awaits the competition.

You'll Never Beat The Irish By The Wolfe Tones hits over the P.A. system. Michael walks out ready to fight as he checks his gloves. His new XWF Xtreme Championship is wrapped around his waist and he has the Television title over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp to the steel steps and walks up them. Mcbride enter the ring and looks over at Scully who is sat comfortably with his feet on the table. Skull grins.

Announcer, Jim Thornton: "And his opponent, from Wicklow, Ireland, he is the current XWF Xtreme Champion and Television Champion... Michael Mcbride..

Scully: "Jim is no Michael Buffer!"

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Jim is good. What do you think of our new XWF Xtreme Champion?"

Scully: "I don't give a fuck about this turd. I don't care what he does, where this cock is from, what he ate for breakfast, he's an absolute tool. However, Mcbride is actually the second guy I met here when I started, unfortunately."

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Who was the first?"

Scully: "It isn't relevant. Let's watch the damn match!"

Mcbride is stood in the corner, he lights up a cigarette and inhales his first drag. Bret is pulling on the top ropes, ready to go. Mcbride shrugs and walks towards Bret. His music fades and he meets Bret in the centre. Mike inhales some more his ciggy and blows the smoke in the face of Bret, who looks disgusted and begins coughing. Mcbride quickly elbows 'The Hitman' in the face and starts unloading with repeated forearms. The ciggy had flew out of his mouth at this point and the referee stood on it, calling for the bell to be rung. The match has officially begun, Bret is leant on the ropes in a daze. Mcbride whips Bret off the ropes, as Bret is coming back, he is hit with a.... SPEAR! Bret goes down holding his stomach.

Dewey Gobblecoque: "What a Spear from Mcbride!"

Scully: "I was more impressed with the cheapshot, blowing the smoke in his face, love it!"

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Lack of respect for a legend."

Scully: "Bellend more like."

Mcbride has a chinlock on Bret, who is sat upright on the mat. Bret tries to respond to the clapping from the fans. He makes his way to his knees and struggles to his feet. Bret starts elbowing Mcbride in the mid section to get out of the hold.. Mcbride counters, turning the chinlock into a headlock and then hitting a headlock suplex. Bret is down again but Michael refuses to pin the 'Excellence of Execution'. Although right now, Bret isn't executing anything. Mcbride slowly walks over to Hart, lifting Bret up by the head and hitting a overhead belly to belly suplex. Bret holds his back in pain, Mcbride sits on the mat shaking his head at the lack of effort from a former WWE champion. Mcbride gets to his feet and signals for something. Bret uses the ropes to get to his feet and turns round right into a Car Bomb Suplex. Bret lays motionless on the mat, once again Mcbride shakes his head but refuses to cover.

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Come on Bret. What's wrong with him? It's like he doesn't want to be there."

Scully "Bret didn't go in a time machine and lose twenty years. He's a old codger who shouldn't even be here. Look at this joke of a contest!"

Mcbride is leant on the ropes, looking down on Scully. The two stare each other for a while before Bret surprisingly rolls up Michael with a pin. The ref gets down and dirty.

1.....

2....

Mcbride quickly kicks out on the two count. Bret tries to get to his feet before Michael but is nailed with a enourmous...
CELTIC CLOTHESLINE. The impact knocks Bret over the top rope and crashing to the floor. Mcbride taunts the crowd, goes in his pocket, getting out a pack cigarettes. He puts one in his mouth and lights it up. Skull stands up from his chair.

Scully: "Fuck this shit, I'm outta here!"

Dewey Gobblecoque: "But the match isn't over?"

Scully: "What match? I know you're not used to commentate with anyone but this a joke. Mcbride is even having a

. This is a old timer getting his ass whooped! Fuck this crap, I'm going to take a piss!"

Dewey Gobblecoque: "Well thank you for coming, I guess."

Scully throws the headset down and picks up his XWF Universal Championship. Mcbride looks at Scully who returns the eye contact and they have a staredown. Skull still watches Mcbride and vice versa as Scully walks round to the side of the ring. Scully helps Bret Hart to his feet to everyone's disbelief.....

Only to hit him Hart hard with the Uni title. Scully lifts Bret up and rolls him in the ring, gesturing for Michael to help himself. Mcbride raises his eyebrows and Scully walks up ths ramp way, exiting the arena. Mcbride lifts his beaten opponent and nails the BANSHEE'S WAIL. He pins Bret.

1

2

3!

Mcbride has dominated Bret Hart in a one sided match and raises his arms in victory. The ref hands Mcbride his two championships and he raises them in the air, celebrating his easy victory over the veteran.

Winner and STILL X-Treme and Television Champion - Michael McBride

But wait...

I WANNA ROCK!!!

The fans lose their minds as XWF Owner Vincent Lane emerges from the back, grinning from ear to ear.

Vincent stands atop the ramp and brings a microphone to his lips while the crowd cheers for him.

Mikey! GREAT win out here tonight, dude! Bret Hart! That's amazing! He's a legend and stuff. But dude... you know why I'm here right?

In the ring, McBride scowls and looks down at the TV Title, then nods wordlessly.

Yeeah... we all know the rules, right? You surprised the hell out of me and everybody... especially Gabe Reno... earlier this week when you took the X-Treme Title in a 24/7 pin! Good shit!

The crowd pops for McBride as a replay of the title win is shown on the X-Tron.

But rules are rules, and if you're going to be the X-Treme Champion it means you can no longer be the Television Champion.

Boos from the crowd as the referee approaches McBride, gesturing for the TV belt.

Go ahead, dude. Give him the belt. You know I'm right.

McBride then looks at the title one more time, gives it a big Blarney Stone kiss, then hands it off to the official.

Awesome. But don't worry XWF Galaxy! We'll crown a new TV Title holder ASAP! And Mikey here has a huge match coing up at Wild Card that I'm sure is going to thrill all of you... because it's going to be a SIXTY MINUTE X-TREME IRON MAN MATCH!

The crowd eats that up! McBride gets a sick grin across his face, looking excited at the news.

The referee makes his way down to the entrance and hands the TV Title to Vincent, who tosses the strap over his shoulder out of habit.

Yeah dude. It's obvious we need more than just one fall to determine the better man between the two of you. So get your cardio in shape, dude, because you two are going to main event Day One of Wild Card Weekend with the X-Treme Championship on the line!

Later!!!

Vincent drops his mic and heads backstage with the TV Title in tow.

Dewey: What an announcement from Vincent Lane! What a match Reno and McBride will be having in December!

The X-Tron feed inside the arena now heads to Athens, where the shot of a tomb is resting, before XWF Official Chaz Bobo takes the reigns.

Bobo: Okay, here is how this works, Luca Arzegotti and Thaddeus Duke will compete in a Cathedral Tomb Match, the only way to win is to enshrine your opponent in Patriarch Gregory V's tomb, by placing him in the reliquary coffin, which then will be lowered down into the tomb, where the loser may spend all of eternity, or until the next match here, as seen over my left shoulder there.

Dewey: Well, I can honestly say, this is a first for me.

Bobo: I will now introduce each man, since Tig is at the arena, and her Bitties do not travel as well on short notice. Now, first we have Mr.Thaddeus Duke.

Thaddeus steps out from behind the tomb as the Ref hits play on a nearby boom box, cueing up "March or Die" by Motorhead. The ref puts sunglasses on and thrusts to the music, as Thaddeus looks at him and shakes his head, raising his arms toward the camera as if already the victorious one.

Bobo: And his opponent, Luca Arzegotti.

The ref puts down the shades and picks up a small baton and top hat, tap dancing over to the boom box and flipping the cassette over to play "5AM in Toronto" by Drake. From behind the coffin Luca Arzegotti and Social Media God & Manager Extraordinaire Zane Kingsley III step out from behind the coffin. Luca throws a few punches on the way over to loosen himself up before the pair make their way to the center of the beautiful stone and flower shrubbery, Zane showing off his Jesus piece as usual.

Bobo: I will switch this to ring a bell...

The Referee plays another tape "Baby got back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot comes on as he blushes and quickly changes sides, then the dinging of a ring bell is heard initiating the Cathedral Coffin brawl.

Dewey: He we go, looks like these two are basically just fighting in the middle of a stone and plant area, no ring or stage set up here.

Luca starts off with various punches on Duke, the few trade blows then Luca gets a headlock position on Duke. Duke shoves him out where ropes would normally be as Luca's momentum carries him into a gorgeous bird fountain, and he splashes face first before making friends with a purple bird that lands on his shoulder.

Dewey: Awwww.

Luca then tosses the bird for it's own safety as Duke runs toward him and connects with a running insegurie. Luca falls on the edge of the fountain stunned, as Duke climbs to the top where the water comes out and takes a drink before balancing himself carefully on the perch waiting for Luca to get up.

Dewey: We saw this in that Boiler Room brawl, this guy likes to climb shit, the younger Duke.

Getting up and looking around to find Thaddeus, Luca spins around and see's duke on the top ready to strike. He quickly caws as all the birds under the fountain fly off cawing at once, causing Duke to teeter and fall backwards into the fountain below. Luca quickly runs around and drops an elbow on his opponent, before getting him up by the hair and dragging him in the direction of the open coffin. Duke stops him finally then kicks him with a massive DDT on the stone as both men are drenched from the fountain. On-looking tourists take pictures and being to point, as Duke smiles for a few pictures, then kicks Luca in the ribs a few times for good measure.

Dewey: SO Arzegotti can talk to birds? Am I the only one who noticed that, or..?

Luca gets up as Duke slaps a Million Dollar Dream on him to wear him down from behind, but Luca quickly counters with a side scoop slam on the stone. Duke writhing in pain crawls away, but Arzegotti chases after him, picking up a stone and throwing it as him back. Duke turns laughing, as Luca starts a barrage of pebbles and small rocks in his direction. Duke bursts into laughter, until Luca finds a giant rock, and Duke begins to crawls away on all fours, but Luca smashes him in the back of the knee.

Dewey: Ouch.

Luca drags Duke by his bad knee over toward the coffin, then picks him up and tosses him inside, Duke flips it over with his momentum and crawls away, Luca comes around, not seeing Duke where he just fell, then looks up as Duke gives him a large "Suck It" sign and jumps for a front flip cross body from the edge of the tomb. Zane Kingsley gets close but the ref backs him off, meanwhile Duke picks up Luca and body slams him on the cold stone. Luca moans in pain, as Duke again climbs up even higher on the tomb to pay tribute to Constantinople Patriarch Gregory V. He raises his hands and kisses them, then Swanton Bomb dives off the top of the tomb onto Arzegotti cleanly. Luca's dead weight is tough to pick up, as the he turns and the ref gets down to make sure Luca is still coherent. Zane runs over and quickly clotheslines Duke, then pulls out his phone to take a tweet selfie. The ref gets back up seeing Duke down, and tells Zane he has to leave or Luca is disqualified. Zane argues then takes a selfie with the ref, before exiting the area finally. Duke shakes his head not realizing what just hit him, as Luca stirs simultaneously, and the two get to their knees and begin to exchange blows back and forth on the stone ground. Thaddeus sways back then forth with a huge right, Arzegotti sways back then forth with a huge right... the wear each other completely out, as the ref is amazed by the punishment each is willing to give and take.

Dewey: These guys do not want to end up in that coffin!

Duke eventually lands a slightly harder punch, and Luca falls backward into the fallen over coffin breathing heavy and seemingly defenseless. Duke regains his senses and slowly crawls over to tip the coffin upright and shut the lid to win the match. Zane come backs out of nowhere and German Suplexes the ref backwards and out of sight. He begins wailing wildly at Duke, and cuts him open eventually. Duke moans and curses at him but loses enough blood to where he eventually fades in and out of consciousness. Luca slowly stirs and looks over still limp, as Zane gestures to him to finish Duke and win the match.

Kingsley pulls hard at the arm of Luca, trying desperately to get him out of the reliquary coffin... but Zane's little

arms just aren't strong enough!

Just then there starts a rumbling...

The ground seems to shake...

Dust falls from the cracks in the walls...

Is it the end of days?!?!?!

High in the top of the cathedral, a stained glass window cracks like a gunshot.

A pane of jagged red glass plummets from above...

The glass flings right to the feet of Kingsley! He yowls in pain, it must have cut him or landed on him somewhere!

Kingsley leaps backward...............

INTO THE ARMS OF THADDEUS DUKE!!!!!!

Thaddeus choke slams Kingsley..... RIGHT INTO THE LID OF THE COFFIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The coffin lid swings shut, just as Luca inside was beginning to stir! It cracks him on the top of the head as he begins to sit up, and slams shut with an echoic thud!

Chaz Bobo groggily executes the bell!

Winner - Thaddeus Duke

Dewey: Holy Christ that was a debacle! Wait...

The referee raises the arm of Thaddeus Duke in victory. Fans lingering in the cathedral give a mixed reaction.

Dewey: "Thaddeus Duke! Victorious in this brutal contest against Luca Arzegotti!

Wait!

What's this!?"

*SMACK!*

Dewey: "FIRST STRIKE! FIRST STRIKE TO THE REFEREE!"

Thaddeus Duke floors the referee with a little sweet chin music. After, he points toward the coffin containing both Gregory the Fifth and Luca Arzegotti. James, Thaddeus' right hand man and head of his security detail motions for his soldiers to open the coffin. They do so quickly.

Thaddeus point the floor.

Get him out!

Dewey: "Thaddeus Duke is ordering his men to take Arzegotti from the coffin!"

Duke's men retrieve Arzegotti from the coffin and kneel him on the floor. A couple of men hold Luca's arms out as James grabs him by the hair, holding his head up as Thaddeus lowers his pants.

Dewey: "Wait! What is this?"

James then shoves Luca Arzegotti face first into Thaddeus Duke's ass cheeks as bystanders begin laughing at Luca's misfortune.

Dewey: "They're adding insult to injury here!"

James and his men laugh as they finally allow Luca to fall to the floor as Thaddeus pulls his pants back up. Luca lies on the floor wiping his mouth.

James, help him up.

James grabs Arzegotti by his arm and helps Luca to his feet. Arzegotti is still hazy and a bit on dream street.

The King of Darkness sends his regards!

*SMACK!*

Dewey: "FIRST STRIKE!"

Thaddeus delivers a little sweet chin music to Arzegotti and Luca falls back into the coffin. The impact causes the coffin to close on him as Warfare cuts to commercial.

PRETEND THERE'S A COMMERCIAL HERE.

Dewey: Well, folks, next up is a real risky match, might want to hide the bambino's for this one. Robbie Bourdon, yes... THAT Robbie Bourbon, will be in a two out of three falls table match... the catch? The tables are all plate glass. Against whom, you ask? Peter Gilmour... yes, THAT Peter Gilmour. Off to Tig...

The ring attendants begin setting up an over abundance of plate glass tables carefully trying not to cut themselves, wearing green and yellow glass cutting gloves.

Tig O'Bitties: LADIESSSSS AND GENTLEMMAANNN THE NEXT MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS, AND IS A... PLATE... GLASS... TABLES... MATCH?

The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black... the eerie sounds of a bell being rung and then an explosion of fire from the entrance ramp. The beginning of "SICK LIKE ME" by In This Moment begins as the heavy guitar riffs kick in and red strobes dance around the stage.

Tig O'Bitties: FIRST, MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FROM LOS ANGELES, THE CITY OF ANGELS, CALIFORNIA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY POUNDS AT A HEIGHT OF SIX FEET AND FIVES INCHES TALL...

As soon as the verse kicks in, Peter Gilmour and his lovely queen Mia Yim come out to the ramp. They smile at each other before going down the ramp hand in hand passing set up plate glass tables along the way. Peter bobs his head to the song. They get in the ring together, Peter gets on the turnbuckle and throws up an "X" sign as pyro goes off above the ring. He hops down and hugs Mia as they wait for Robbie Bourbon.

Tig O'Bitties: PPPPPPPPPPPPEEEETTTTTTTEERRRR GILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLMMOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRR!

Dewey: And as always O'Bitties is on the money tonight... Gilmour looks like he is chompin' at the bit here.

A series of fireworks fire off on the stage as "La Gazza Ladra" starts to play throughout the arena. Robbie steps out, raising his arms to 45 degree angles while the X-Tron shows clips of Robbie hanging Ellis Bolton using the hook from an undone turnbuckle. Then, of Robbie forcing Vinnie Lane to sign his contract mid-match, and Robbie choke slamming Bjorn Felhammen through the ring. Robbie looks over at the ring attendants start to clean up their materials, having set up all the plate glass tables for the match.

Tig O'Bitties: AND MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, FROM THE UNITED STATE'S CAPITOLL, WASSHINNGTTONNNN D.C, STANDING AT SIX FEET, FIVE INCHES, AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY POUNDS... RRROOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBIIIIEEEEEE BOUUURRRBBOONNNNN!

Robbie starts to calmly walk down to the ring, taking his time to get there. He climbs the ring steps, stands on the apron, and turns his back to the ring, instead flipping backwards over the top rope, then spins, hops on the second turnbuckle, and raises his arms at 45 degree angles again. Gilmour looks unimpressed flirting with Mia, as each retreats to their corner and the ref quickly hands gestures to both men two out of three, then points at the tables set up all around the ring and entrance ramp.

Dewey: Holy schnikies, there are plate glass tables all over the place. The entrance ramp, the stage, the side of the ring, they even double stacked them at each corner on the outside. These guys can't set up their own tables?

The bell rings, as Bourbon charges at Gilmour, but Gilmour dodges. Robbie catches his momentum with hands in the corner, then turns and charges again at Gilmour. Robbie again dodges then gestures to Mia for her red handkerchief. She hands it up, as Robbie is even more angry, charging again, and Gilmour now laughs while spinning away pretending to be a matador.

Dewey: That is a big man to piss of so early on.

Bourbon charges again but can not seem to get his hands on the thinner, seemingly quicker man. Robbie slams the turnbuckle in frustration while Gilmour prances around taunting him. The ref walks over to Mia and warns her about giving objects to the competitors, Peter notices and tells him to back up since it is not illegal in this type of match, just then Bourbon capitalizes with an enormous spear. He mounts Gilmour and begins furiously pounding him with fists, before taking the red handkerchief and eating it, then spitting the regurgitated remains into Peter's bludgeoned face.

Dewey: Jesus, not where you want to be against this guy.

Robbie picks him up and delivers a vertical supplex. Mia squeals on the outside, as Bourbon points at her to mind her own business. She looks at the ref and complains but he can only shrug. Robbie hangs Peter in the corner upside down and begins vicious kicks to the mid section and chin. Robbie backs up to the opposite corner, and begins kicking his feet like a Rhino about to charge.

Dewey: Not good... Peter has got to get out of there.

Gilmour groggy but with a blurry upside down view of Bourbon clearing the dust with his feet begins to struggle, trying desperately to unhook his feet from the ropes. Bourbon charges and hit a giant knee to the face. Peter goes limp for a moment, then again groggily tries to unhook his still tethered feet... Robbie back up and begins kicking again.

Dewey: Well, this match can only end with two falls through those tables, so he can hurt Gilmour but it isn't going to get him a pin fall.

Robbie charges again, but Gilmour finally unhooks his legs and flips backward using the ropes and his arms to throw his feet out drop kicking the large approaching opponent to the mat. Gilmour stays on one knee for a moment to catch his breath.

Dewey: This is where Pete gets dangerous...

Peter rolls to the outside, and lifts the apron, pulling out a kendo stick wrapped with barbed wire.

Dewey: Oh, God... we might need some medics down here soon...

Robbie get to his feet looking for Peter, but Gilmour ducks around and runs just under the apron then up the turnbuckle behind the disoriented Bourbon. He gets to the top and raises the kendo stick before gyrating his pelvis, then leaping, Robbie catches a glimpse of him just in time and turns it into a power slam. Robbie looks at the wire covered stick in disbelief, then at Peter as though he cannot believe he would use that. Rage fills Robbie's eyes like a far left Hilary Clinton supporter posting on Facebook.

Dewey: You're better than this ROBBIE! DON'T!

Bourbon rises to his feet with a determined sick stare. He raises the stick and begins bashing Gilmour as if he is in a home run hitting contest on PlayStation VR. Gilmour grimaces and tries to roll away, but Bourbon gets around to cut him off and bashes him again as Peter's side and back begin to bleed all over the ring. Eventually Peter rolls out to Mia in tears trying to comfort him, he waves her off holding his back and angrily walks over to Tig, politely picks her up and sits her on the barrier, then angrily grabs her chair and folds it, sliding back into the ring. Bourbon runs for an overhead bash, but Peter straight jabs the chair into his gut, then begins relentless chair shots over and over again to Bourbon's back until he face plants on the canvas.

Dewey: THIS MATCH HASN'T EVEN LEFT THE RING YET! WOW! THESE MEN MAY NOT MAKE IT TO THE TABLES!

Gilmour looks at the bent chair, then throws it down, he points to the double stacked glass tables outside the ring in one corner as the crowd begins to "Oooooowww". He picks Robbie up by the head and whips him into the corner, then lifts him to a sitting position on the top rope. He punches Robbie five or six times in the face to keep him stunned, then exits to the ring apron and backs up to the other end.

Dewey: What the hell is this? He has Bourbon sitting inward on the top rope hunched over, and he goes to the other apron?

Peter runs down the apron and jumps high into the air landing perfectly standing behind Bourbon, he picks him up in German form, but Robbie's dead weight teeters too far toward Gilmour, the two falls through the tables with Robbie on top of Peter. Glass breaks everywhere as two tables break. The ref walks over and raises Robbie limp cut up hand as the first fall victor.

Dewey: Peter was going to launch Robbie back into those plate glass tables, but one he got him up, his weight was too much, and he fells through the tables with Peter underneath! Talks about plans shattering!

Mia runs over unable to roll Robbie off of Peter as Peter regains coherency and begins to yell at her to get Bourbon the hell off. Finally the two using their combined strength roll Robbie to the side with glass crackling under. Peter's up and bleeding body from the tables and wire bat looks painful, as he looses his tempter and grabs one of the tables not being able to move it at first, then sufficing for putting one side on the barricade and the other angled to the floor. Robbie slowly makes it to his feet grinning as the ref reminds him of the pin fall... Peter walks over and slaps him across the face steaming with hatred. Robbie slaps Peter back flipping him backward and over the barrier into the crowd. Mia grabs Robbie's arm, but he flings her off, unintentionally tossing her into the plate glass table Gilmour had just set up next to the barricade. Robbie begins to step back concerned, as he did not intend it to happen.

Dewey: MIA YIM IS DOWN!

Gilmour's hands pull his body up on the barrier, he shakes his head, then in the distance notices Mia broken through a table, and Robbie stepping toward her. The ref tries to calm down Peter and explain what happened, but his rage increases, he gets on the barrier and runs down. Bourbon turns back just in time to receive a massive running clothesline from the barrier. Bourbon stumbles and braces himself on another plate glass table. Peter gets to him quickly rolls him onto the side apron under the bottom rope, then gets up next to him and picks him up. He signals to the crowd, then "ENDGAME" Package Piledrives Bourdon through the plate glass table below. The ref signals Gilmour, who wants no part of his hand raised, and continues out for blood over Mia. The ref and some medics help Mia up as Gilmour blows her a kiss, then stomps broken glass next to Robbie's face, causing Robbie to hold his eyes in pain. Gilmour rolls Bourbon back into the ring and gets him upright, then viciously delivers another "ENDGAME" Package Piledriver leaving Bourbon completely useless. Gilmour paces around the ring then slides out and shoves a ring attendant, telling him to set up a table in the ring.

Dewey: Oh, Jesus... why IN the ring, HASN'T THERE BEEN ENOUGH CARNAGE!?

They scramble and take down a table from outside, then move it to the inside centered, as Gilmour rolls Bourbon's body to the side. Peter pulls his hair shouting "MIIIAAAA" then looks disgustedly at Bourbon who is beginning to stir and get up in the corner. He sprints at Robbie who ducks down, leaving Gilmour to run face first into the turnbuckle and recoil. Robbie spins him around and delivers a huge "Earth's Mightiest Chokeslam, E.M.C", then exhausted falls next to Peter as both lay motionless next to the plate glass table.

Dewey: THESE TWO ARE GOING FOR IT!

Gilmour gets to his feet and moves to the corner behind the table, waiting to set up Bourbon for something. Bourbon gets to a knee, then stumbles to a standing position, while Peter runs and steps up onto the table to dive at Robbie screaming "MIAAAAAAAAA", but Bourbon catches him with a "Neckwrecker", RKO type maneuver as both go crashing through the table.

Dewey: HE CAUGHT HIM!!! HE CAUGHT HIM!!! ROBBIE BOURBON HAS JUST WON THIS MATCH!

The ref walks over and tries to pick up the heavy arms of Robbie, eventually giving up and just pointing at him as the winner.

Tig O'Bitties: LADIES AND GENTLEMENNNN, YOUR WINNNNNNERRR, ROBBBBIIIIIIEEEE BOUURRRBBONNNNNN!

Winner - Robbie Bourbon

Dewey: Nice win for Robbie, let's all hope Mia Yim is okay back there... Peter may need some help as well. Tig appears tip top!

Tig O’ Bitties: Ladies and gentlemen, please turn your attention at this time to the XTron and rise for the Greek National Anthem!

Dewey: Something about hearing that melodious tune and all of those powerful sounding lyrics I can’t understand really gets me pumped up, and it’s a good thing ladies and gentlemen, because coming up next is what is sure to be an amazing main event!

Tig O’ Bitties: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for tonight’s main event of the evening! Tonight we will see the Hart Championship defended by the XWF’s youngest champion of all time as she defends her newly won prize against a true XWF veteran.

There will be no count outs, no disqualifications and no pin falls! The only way to win by breaking the will of your opponent and forcing them to submit, so in the most fitting way, the winner of this Hart Championship contest will be in fact, the combatant with the most heart!

Athens, Greece… ARE YOU READY!?!

The crowd roars!

Tig O’ Bitties: I SAID ARE YOU REAAAAAADY!?!!!!!!!!

Dewey: The roof is about to come off of this place… oh wait there is no roof!

Tig O’ Bitties: For the thousands in attendance…

And the billions watching around the world…

Ladies and Gentlemen….

LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dewey: Wow! I’m about to get asshole naked!

Tig O' Bitties: Introducing first, the challenger...
A man who needs no introduction. He is a true XWF Veteran, and an XTreme Icon... The master of the Green Awakening and the Green Dream submission hold. Standing five foot, ten inches, and weighing in at three-hundred twenty pounds. The August 2016 Star of the Month....

BARNEY GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dewey: Whoa! Here comes Barney Green, and he's pushing a shopping cart, full of chairs, barbed wire, knives and his favorite florescent bulbs! It's obvious to me now that Barney has no intention of coming out here to wrestle tonight... he's come to fight! And my oh my, he will have a fight on his hands.

"Dirty Angel'" by Voodoo Johnson starts to play through out the arena as fans start to cheer loudly. Out walks Barney Green, dressed in a black and gold bruins jersey with black shorts with a gold stripe on the sides and no shoes. Green walks down to the ring as the fans cheer him. He high fives a few fans as he makes his way towards the ring. He enters the ring and blows the fans a kiss as the music fades.

Tig O' Bitties: And introducing now his opponent, a young lady with XTREME talents, and like her challenger a person who's appearance alone speaks in higher volume than any introduction, a young lady who's tenacity is nearly unmatched. The master of the Running Waters Knee Strike, standing five foot, one inch, weighing in at eighty-one pounds. She is the unpinned, unsubmitted, undisputed XWF HART CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!

DOLLY WAAAAAAAAAAAATERS!!!!!!!!!!!

Dolly Waters appears at the top of the stage, removing the Hart Championship from her waist and holding it in the air as a flurry of fire-like pyro explodes around her. She looks over to her manager, Paul Heyman, the two nod as she begins to make her way to the ring.

Dewey: Now rewinding the tape, two weeks ago Barney Green was in a disgustingly brutal match with Unknown Soldier, where Soldier unveiled his new submission hold and used it to defeat Barney. BUT BARNEY DIDN'T TAP! It will be interesting to see, just how Dolly has game planned for this match, is she expecting to get Green to tap or will so try and cause as much damage as possible to justify a fight stoppage?

Dolly enters the ring to an explosion of cheers after scaling the turnbuckle and raising her championship high above her head. She climbs down, kisses the belt and hands it over to Ol’ Man Johnson. Barney, sitting down in the corner does not look impressed.

Ol’ Man Johnson calls for the bell, but Barney doesn’t move. He’s sitting there instead, just starring a hole through the champion, Dolly looks confused and turns over to Paul,

“FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM NOW!”

Dolly flips Barney the middle finger and charges at him…

Dewey: “OH! THIS MAY BE OVER QUICK! SHE’S GOING FOR THE RUNNING WATERS!”

Just as Dolly reaches Barney and lifts her knee, Barney rolls under the bottom rope, causing the champ’s knee to go through the ropes and smack into the steel post! Dolly falls back clutching her knee in pain as Barney looks on from the outside, a sick smile growing on his face as he grabs a pair florescent light bulb from the shopping cart.

Green awkwardly climbs back into the ring and slams one of the bulbs right at Dolly’s head, but the champ is able to roll out of the way as the bulb explodes against the canvas. Dolly gets up, still limping but Barney is on her quick and takes a wild swing with the other bulb at her head, she ducks underneath, but Barney swings again at her head!

Dolly dodges again, this time bending backwards like the matrix, Barney swings now at her legs, but Waters leaps over the light bulb and this times connects in midair with a head-butt to Green’s nose!

Dewey: “What awesome athleticism on display by Dolly Waters! She’s our Hart Champion for a reason!”

The crowd gives a nice applause as Dolly shows off her agility, but its short lived. Barney, blinded by his eyes watering takes another wild swing, this time connecting right in Dolly’s face, as the bulb explodes; there must be a hundred little particles of broken glass in her face as she falls down and covers up. Barney hits the ropes, runs and dives onto Dolly with a body splash, and giving her no time to recover, he wraps his hands around her throat and begins choking the life out of her!

DOLLY! DOLLY! GET UP!!!

Paul is on the outside screaming like a madman as Dolly’s face begins to turn purple, her farms flailing around to move, but Barney’s weight is just too much

Dewey: “The Champ appears to be fading! We may have a new Hart Champion just minutes into this match!”

Dolly’s eyes open, her brow tightens and she begins sending rapid punches to Braney’s ribs, over and over and over again. Barney begins to favor his side and goes to stand up while still holding Dolly’s throat, but as he does, Waters sends a nasty kick to his shin causing him to break the hold and turn around. The champ stands, her face sliced up from the light bulb. She hits the ropes and at full speed dives into he back of Green’s knee with her shoulder, causing him to tumble down to the mat, but Dolly isn’t done; after back to back knee drops to Barney’s face she hits the ropes again, this time hobbled a bit more from her injured knee, but still leaps into the air and crashes onto the big guy with a running shooting star press. Barney clutches his stomach and rolls out of the ring onto the floor.

Dewey: “OH MY! DOLLY ISN’T LETTING UP!”

The young girl hits the ropes again and this time dives through the top and middle ropes and torpedoes into a now standing Barney with a sickening suicide dive, pushing his massive frame into the barricade, causing him to burst through as he takes a nasty spill out onto the concrete!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

The crowd geos wild as Dolly staggers up to her feet, but before she can realize what’s happening Green gets to his feet as well, grabbing her by the arm as he tries slinging her toward the shopping cart; but Dolly reverses! She instead whips Green around causing him to dive head first into the shopping cart, spilling most all of his weapons onto the floor. Dolly limps her way toward green, picking up one of his florescent bulbs and stands above him with the bulb raised above her head, ready to smash it down onto her opponent…

Heyman notices something with Barney,

”NO!! DOLLY LOOK OUT!

But it’s too late, Barney reaches up and stabs a vicious looking combat knife directly into Dolly’s thigh, he gets up as the champ goes into shock and picks up her entire body and hurls her in to the time keepers table! He body smacks into Nipsy and a couple of chair, her head smacking the bell as she crashes down. Dolly has to be hurt very badly.

Dewey: “Barney just slung her like a rag doll! No pun intended! The champion looks like she’s knocked out!”

Barney is up roaring, he starts throwing a mass array of weaponry into the ring: chairs, barbed wire, kendo sticks, an axe, more knives, and a table before picking Waters back up, dragging her lifeless body toward the ring by her hair. Barney gets her into the ring and sets up the wooden table by the turnbuckle. He lifts Waters up onto the top rope and begins climbing up there with her…

Dewey: “My God! Barney Green has lost it! He’s going to kill our Hart Champion!”

But just as Barney goes to position for a move from the top rope, Dolly comes to and hops up onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around Barney’s head; it appears as if she’s looking for a hurricanarana…

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Dewey: “MY GOD NO!!!”

Before Dolly can flip Green with the hurricanrana, Barney rips the knife from her thigh and stabs it directly into the meat of her left arm! Tears stream down her face as she screams out in pain. With Dolly still on his shoulders, Barney turns and leaps off, slamming Dolly through the wooden table with a super powerbomb!

The crowd falls silent, looking on with concern as Dolly’s neck snaps back violently into one off the chairs Barney had in the ring.

Dewey: “Ladies and gentlemen, I know this is Xtreme Wrestling, but Vincent Lane might want to send the medics down here ASAP… things do not look good for young Dolly Waters… WAIT! WAIT NO! BARNEY! NO!”

Barney walks over to the lifeless Dolly and sits directly onto her head, grabs the knife and begins twisting it deeper into her arms. We can hear her muffled screams as her legs kick around, before they eventually stop moving.

“TAP OUT YOU BITCH!”

Barney screams at Dolly as Ol’ Man Johnson goes to check on Dolly… she doesn’t respond. Ol’ Man Johnson calls for the bell as Barney gets up and raises his arms in victory

Dewey: “Wait! What the hell!?!”

The bell never sounds! Paul Heyman has struck Nipsy in the head with the bell hammer, knocking him unconscious! Barney is up looking confused, he rolls out of the ring and starts chasing after Heyman. Heyman runs around the ring and slides under the bottom rope, Green follows, but as soon as he gets onto the canvas he’s met with a kick to the face from Dolly. Ol’ Man Johnson is enraged and starts screaming at Heyman before ejecting him from the ringside area. Barney is down on his knees; Dolly hits the ropes and slams Barney’s face directly into the bundle of barbed wire with a hurricanrana.

Barney lifts up and the barbedwire is stuck to his face. Green is delirious from the impact and begins aimlessly grabbing outward, but Dolly is relentless, hits the ropes again and drives the barbed wire even deeper into his face with an aggressive dropkick. Green falls over onto his stomach and Dolly mounts his back, locking in a painful arm bar, pulling his arm in an unnatural looking angle behind his back. We can hear the muscles tearing and bones cracking, but Barney doesn’t tap, and instead starts working his way up to his feet wrapping his other arm around him and holding onto Dolly as he lifts her up and drops her spine first onto a chair with a Samoan drop!

Dolly is flopping around in pain as she grabs the chair and falls out of the ring and onto the floor. Barney gingerly rises to his feet and rips the barbed wire from off of his face as blood begins to pour everywhere. Barney wipes away the blood from his eyes and begins to peruse Dolly out of the ring, and just as he walks around out by the announcers table Dolly appears from behind the steel steps and smashes the chair over Barney’s head, causing the seat of the chair to bust out of Barney’s head. The big guy is out on his feet and collapses over onto the announce table.

Dolly is busted open from her forehead herself and looks in shock as she tries catching her breath while leaned up against the steps. She looks over to the knife in her arm and grimaces as she begins scaling the top turnbuckle. Once she reaches the top, Dolly uses her right arm and slowly pulls the knife out from her left arm. She gasps, and pants and writhes in pain as a sudden look of rage over comes her face. She stands on the top rope and looks down at Green’s body on the announce table.

Dewey: “WHAT IS DOLLY WATERS THINKING!”

Dolly clutches the knife with her right hand and dives off of the rope with an elbow drop, while simultaneously stabbing the knife near Barney’s collarbone as she makes contact. The two explode through the announce table as the crowd goes apeshit in Athens!

“THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

Dolly manages to stand to her feet and stumbles backwards, catching herself from falling down with both arms on the ring apron. Her eyes widen as she likely believes that she’s killed Barney Green… Dolly turns around and goes to slide into the ring… BUT HOW IN THE FUCK!?!

Barney is somehow up, knife sticking from his shoulder area as he grabs Dolly’s leg. The champ grabs onto the bottom rope to stop from being dragged back outside, but Barney uses his strength to pull her back and break her hold. Dolly’s head smashes onto the apron as Green awkwardly throws her to the floor. Barney rolls back into the ring, and begins pleading with Ol’ Man Johnson to remove the knife from his collarbone, but the ref refuses, and instead jumps out of the way as….

Dewey: “BAW GAWD!!!! SHE’S KILLED HIM! DOLLY WATERS HAS KILLED HIM!”

Dolly ran back into the ring, grabbing the axe brought in earlier and slams it into Barney’s back as she fell down!!! BARNEY FALLS OVER ONTO HIS FACE WITH THE AXE STILL STUCK IN HIS SPINE!

Dewey: “This has been one of the most violent matches I’ve ever called in my entire career!”

Dolly stands up, her body covered in blood, useless left arm dangling down as she limps over toward green, planting a foot on his back and ripping the axe out of his body.

Dewey: “NO! GODDAMNIT DOLLY! DON’T DO IT!”

Backstage we see Paul Heyman and Jefferson Jackson both looking on aghast at the television.

Dolly wields the axe up again, and with all her might swings down, but Barney rolls out of the way, and the axe only cut into his side some. Barney is up on his knees, he pain has sent his entire body into absolute shock, Dolly swings again, THIS TIME FOR THE HEAD!

NO!

Barney moves out of the way again and the axe sticks into the ring canvas! Dolly struggles trying to rip the axe free, BUT FROM NOWHERE GREEN GRABS HER FROM BEHIND!

Dewey: “GREEN DREAM! GREEN DREAM! BARNEY HAS THE HOLD LOCKED IN!”

Green lifts Dolly up with the chickenwing crossface, but she’s able to slip free because of all the blood, turns and punches Barney in the balls on the way down. He falls forward and tries pulling the axe out himself as Dolly hits the ropes…

Just as Barney rips the axe free…

RUNNING WATERS OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!

Dolly catches Green right in the mouth with her bad knee, knocking several teeth from his mouth. They’re both down, Dolly favoring the bad knee as she slides toward Barney, tears in her eyes as she climbs over his lifeless body and locks in the Hart Lock!

Dewey: “Dolly has it in! Dolly has it in! Will Barney Green tap!?!?!?”

Barney's body seizes and twitches, he arches his back and attempts to roll for the ropes...

His free hand is almost there.......

He's a fingertip away........

Suddenly a loud POP is heard as Dolly bends backward harder than before... Barney Green's elbow hyperextends and his arm bends in a sickening angle!

Barney still won't tap, but the referee jumps in and waves the match off! The ref has called it!

Tig O'Bitties: The referee has called a stop to this match, awarding the victory to... DOLLYYYYYY WATERSSS!!

Winner and STILL Hart Champion - Dolly Waters

Warfare fades to black as Dolly Waters has her arm raised while Barney screams in protest at the official.

Dolly Waters · **11-11-2016, 06:27 AM**

Ummm...

I think I need an ambulance.

The Blue Tango · (11-11-2016)

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**11-11-2016, 11:16 AM**

I think we should just keep ambulances on standby, I think Luca and his manager were just entombed into the depths of hell? they might need a band aids, or perhaps a wet wipe.

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · (11-12-2016)

Suck my dick Robbie!

**Vincent Lane** · (11-15-2016)

I made a quick update for some segments that I neglected to include here.

Prriot to the Bret/McBride match and following the Duke/Luca match.

My fault guys. Plase check them out.

Thaddeus Duke · **11-15-2016, 07:15 AM**

Another victory in the Duke win column.

You should probably get used to it.

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