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Wednesday Night Warfare! 12/6
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12-07-2017 08:59 PM



Finn Kuhn
- vs -
Junny Myst

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Television Championship Match!
Bearded War Pig
- vs -
Grande Ricardo
TV Championship Rules! 15 Minute Time Limit! 3 RP/2K Word Max!

Hart Championship Match
Robert Main
- vs -
Danny Imperial
Tables Match! Winner must put the loser through a table for the victory!

X-Treme Championship Match
The Engineer
- vs -
Peter Gilmour

The ropes will be replaced with C4 equipped barbed wire, and the entire ring is rigged to EXPLODE if the time limit reaches 30 minutes!

The pyro EXPLODES at the top of the ramp as Warfare hits the airwaves!! Thousands of tiny Asian fans fill the arena, screaming at the tops of their lungs and applauding like madmen as the camera swoops overhead, catching various different signs in the crowd such as:




Finally, the scene settles in on the familiar faces of Pip Collins and Luca Arzegotti as they sit behind their raised announcers' booth.

WELCOME ONCE AGAIN TO XWF WARFARE! Luca are you ready to blow the roof off this place?

WHOA! I don't do blow!

I... ugh, never mind. Ladies and gents, we have a big one for you tonight! The Hart AND X-Treme Championships are on the line!

Yeah! Plus that THOT Jenny Myst is gonna take out her titties!


That Ho Over There? Damn Pip, you got no cred!

Sadly, I do not. However, what has myriad layers of cred is the XWF and the upcoming pay per view event WAR GAMES! Many of the opponents you see tonight may find themselves teammates in a couple of short weeks... War maks for Strange Bedfellows!


Let's... let's just get down to ringside for the first match, shall we?

Tig O' Bitties: This match is set for one fall. Introducing first, Finnnnn Kuhnnnnn!

No Mercy begins it's slow beginning, with all lights in the arena going out sans a lone spotlight at the stage. After a few seconds, Finn comes out with his head bowed, hands behind his back and a black hooded jacket being worn. Finn begins to slowly walk his way to the ring, the spotlight following him. As the song begins to say, "No Mercy..." for the first time, Finn kneels on one knee, hands going to the metal grate, and as the song revs up, Finn shoots up, removing his hood and runs into the ring. From there, Finn poses on the turnbuckle for the fans, and bounces on his feet as he prepares for the match.

Jenny enters the arena when the Drums hit for the first time in her entrance music, Around the 20 second mark.

Tig O' Bitties: Introducing next, from Las Vegas Nevada, she is the XWF Bombshell Champion......Jennnnny Mysssttt

The belt over her shoulder, she looks smug. She is usually taunting the fans or pretending to give high fives and the pulling away at the last moment with a sarcastic smirk and an eye roll.

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

Jenny has a smug grin on her face as her and Kuhn circle. She slides in behind him and wraps her around his waist. Trying to get a grip on him for a suplex he then uses his technical prowess to slide behind her and wrap his arms.

He goes for a suplex but the nimble Myst lands on her feet and she hits a standing drop kick with pushes him into the ropes. He turns around she smiles and raises her arms with a smug look.

He charges but she ducks and trips him into the ropes on the other side. She is laughing now as he slaps the ropes, frustrated.

She is so hot when shes being mean

She is toying with Finn right now

Finn charges again and Jenny ducks but this time he catches her with an elbow, stumbling her back. Grabbing her by the arm he whips her into the corner, then charges but she uses the ropes to propel her up over him, landing on her feet behind him and begins to chop him in the corner.






Each one accompanied by an "OHHH" from the crowd. She whips him into the other corner and goes for a splahs but he gets the elbow out again, connecting with her face.

He bounces off the ropes and takes her down with a clothesline. This time Finn is fired up. He picks Jenny up by the hair and lifts her into a scoop slam. Coming off the ropes again, he goes for an elbow drop but she moves at the last minute and locks him in a arm bar!

The technical prowess in this match has been on point so far!

What I'd give to be Finn's arm right now

She wrenches harder as he grimmaces. She has a nasty look on her face now like she has ever intention of breaking Finn's arm. This goes on for about a minute until Finn reverses, taking advanage of how light she is, and flips her, putting pressure on his elbow and pulling. This time Finn is trying to injure Myst as she cries out and tries to break the hold. Finally she gets her legs under his middle and pushes him up, knocking him off. She gets up holding her arm as he comes off the ropes, she ducks, and knees him in the gut off the rebound. She goes to lock him in the head lock for Gold Digger but he punches her injured elbow and she grimmaces, backing off. Finn catches her, puts her in position........


Jenny is down, Finn covers.



Jenny gets a shoulder up.

Finn picks her up by the hair.

Finn may be better suited for this match than we thought. He is beginning to really take control here.


Just as Jenny is back up and the two are exhanging shots the lights go off.

What the hell is this?

You tell me

There is a middle ages chant over the loudspeaker. There are druids lining the rampway with fire torches. Finn knocks Jenny down with a hard shot, and she rolls to the corner holding her face.

He looks at the ramp, obviously confused.

The lights come back on and Jenny comes off the top rope. Finn sees this last minute and side steps, she tucks and rolls and pops back up only to get a big bot to the face from Kuhn.

He becomes distracted again as there is a thunder and lightening sound as the lights go off.

When the lights come back on, the "hooded woman" is in the ring.

See! It's not Jenny! There's that mystery figure!

THIS one isn't, but this one also looks......taller.......oh god do you think---

Just then Jenny pulls the Pepper Spray out of her bra. She sprays the ref who yells out and goes to the mat. The Druid comes out of nowher and breaks Finn nearly in half with a spear.

The crowd is abuzz as the figure drops the hood. It's Chris Chaos!

He pulls off the tunic and has a striped ref shirt on. He yells to Jenny to pick him up. She smiles and does, kicking him in the gut before blowing a kiss to the crowd.............


She looks at Chris as he points at Finn.

She hooks the leg.


Damnit! Damnit it all!



This isn't right!


Jenny pops up and Chris grabs her arm, raising it.

Winner - Jenny Myst

Tig O' Bities: Here is your winner, Jenny Myst!

Don't even tell me! This can't be!

Ugh, these women always run back to the worst guys

Chris and Jenny roll out of the ring and back up the ramp. Fin rolls onto his stomach and stares daggers at the two.

I just don't get it. Why Finn? Why this elaborate plan just to screw over Finn?

I am sure they will tell us on Savage, that show needs the ratings.

All I know is that this thing is FAR from over.........

This is an interesting turn of events, Luca... as you know, this match was originally scheduled to be for the Television Title, but in a shocking upset, newcomer Erik Black unseated BWP just a few days ago!

Yeah, The Homie made some waves!

So now we are having a standard match between these two, but one has to assume it will carry with it championship implications!

“The Following contest is standard pin fall bout. Making his way to the ring first weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds, the dragon master Grande Ricardo!"

As My Dragon Pal and me plays, Timothy Omundson's sweet voice drifts through the arena, Grande Ricardo walks down to the ring, calmly, and slides under the ropes. Climbing to his feet his pal Mike is on his shoulder hissing and making scary faces almost as if it is a scare tactic. Grande makes his way over to his corner as Tig O’ Bitties continues to announce the match from the center of the ring.

“His opponent weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds, hailing from Lake Station, Michigan. Bearded WAR Pig!”

The arena is moderately quiet when suddenly birds chirping the Star Spangled Banner begin to pierce the ears of everyone in attendance from the rafters above. This goes on for about fifteen to twenty seconds, then a brief moment of silence...




A crashing commotion startles some of the fans before the instrumentals to "B.M.F" by Upon a Burning Body erupts from the arena's surround sound system. Simultaneously Red, White, and Blue flames erupt down and then back up the rampway. The flames die down and "The Wild" Motherfucker, Bearded War Pig stands proud and invincible. His Boomstick resting on the right shoulder strap of his flak jacket that's covering his bare chest. Repetitively his weight shifts to the left and right his balls swing freely under his American Flag patterned cargo pants. Pig's thousand-yard stare becomes a fierce warrior like grin as he points the barbwire buttstock end of his Boomstick toward the ring. Exploding like a well-stacked IED, BWP begins bouncing down the rampway with a shit-eating grin to the beat of his theme music. Sliding into the ring under the bottom ropes Pig quickly and powerfully charges to the nearest turnbuckle, hopping into the air both his ranger laced combat boots land firmly on the second turnbuckle. Pig's left foot rises to the top turnbuckle as he raises his Boomstick in the air with his right hand and his 'Boom' knucks with his left!

"Bearded! War! Pig!"

Begins to erupt from many of the people in attendance. Pig begins making harsh and violently disturbing remarks about his opponent(s), something like Stone Cold Steve Austin before climbing down off the turnbuckle. BWP then struts around the whole squared circle like a predator circling his prey. Stopping in his corner after making one complete lap Pig tosses his Boomstick outside the ring and begins stretching and cracking bones while waiting for the match to begin...




Right out the gate BWP charges in like a bull with his nuts tied back. Pig delivers a vicious clothesline almost decapitating Grande and sending Mike flying across the ring. Mike lands on the middle rope and instantly scurries the rope like a tightropes walker to the more secure and motionless turnbuckle. Pig noticed the whole incident and leaves Grande unattended as he checks on Mike the dragon Pig wants for himself.

Pig makes it to the turnbuckle where Mike rests. Pig bends down to be at eye level and is met with two tiny little claws to the eyes. Pig covers his eyes and spins around standing back up as his eye begins to water like a broken sink. Stumbling blindly forward Ricardo has made it to his feet and quickly takes advantage of the blinded BWP and drops him face first to the canvas with a wicked Face Buster. Grande then begins to kick Pig in the ribs which barely causes any damage from the protection of Pig’s flak jacket. Grande realizes Pig is being protected by the jacket with steel plates tactically placed throughout and quickly begins on his legs. Swift and mythical alternating low snap kicks to BWP’s inner thighs, the fans begin the count.


Snap Kick to Pig’s right inner thigh.


Snap Kick to Pig’s left inner thigh.




Another to the opposite inner thigh. Grande stops and begins to taunt the crowd after the very effective blow. Taking away Pig’s legs would crush his weight advantage. Ricardo continues the assault with the crowd behind every strike still.


This time Ricardo switches from snap kicks to lightning fast elbow drops to the same region as the kicks were delivered.


Ricardo quickly climbs back to his feet, Pig grasps at his right thigh after the first elbow strike. Ricardo quickly drops all one hundred and seventy pounds leading with the tip of his human spear.


Pig takes a devastating elbow drop to the inner of his left thigh. Ricardo quickly goes for another. Except this time around BWP wraps his arm around Grande’s forearm down to the elbow spear and quickly rolls with all two hundred and twenty-four pounds plus the weight of his wrestling attire. Sending Grande flying across the ring with a modified arm drag. Grande crashes to the canvas rolling from great power demonstrated from XWF’s Bearded ass Motherfucker.

Quickly Pig tries to take advantage of his break and shorten the distance between himself and Ricardo. Climbing to his feet he smacks himself in the face and begins to charge toward the fallen Grande. After about five paces BWP trips up from fatigue from all Seven vicious strikes he had received less than a minute ago. Catching himself he combat rolls before collapsing face first. Grande has made it to his feet in the turn buckle. Pig springs up out of the combat roll and delivers a fuck ton of fuck your couch with a Missile Drop Kick sending Ricardo flipping over the top turnbuckle collapsing to the mat below the ring.

“Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!”

In sync the crowd chants making BWP’s adrenaline pumping he looks to his left he looks to his left. Pig’s arm raises toward the God’s with his hand spiraling the “shaka” symbol. Licking his lips, Pig backs up to the opposite corner from the one Grande was sent flipping over. Crouching down in a modified three-point stance, Pig then takes off full sprint. Right before he reaches the turnbuckle Pig steps up with his right foot landing on the second turnbuckle followed by his left. BWP then squat thrusts upward while spinning his back toward the fans landing on the top turn buckle, only to explode up and backwards. Executing a cross country Moon Sault from the top turn buckle to ringside crashing into a barely recovered Grande like a human cannon ball. The XWF Universe erupts including those at home.

“Pig’s can fly! Pig’s can fly! Pig’s can fly?”

Both men smash to the floor below them hard as dick pumped full of Viagra. Grande Ricardo absorbing most of the impact lays motion less. Pig rolls holding his legs that were weakened and then used to execute such a high impact move. Mike has climbed into the ring, scurrying on all fours across the ring he springboards off the top ropes and delivers a Geico Splash! Pig in the heat of the moment backhands Mike, sending him smashing into the barricade.

Ricardo catches the atrocity from on his back. The heinous act gives Grande the strength to roll to his back and flip up to his feet. Sprinting toward BWP who has made it to his knees, Ricardo with the ferocity of a dragon drops Pig’s head into the floor with a DDT. Grande quickly brings Pig back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring after delivering softening punches to BWP’s dome. Instead of rolling into the ring and continuing the match Grande goes to his Dragon pal Mike’s aid. Mike being the awesome bad ass Dragon that he is hisses in Dragon to Grande.

“I’m fine buddy, just get in there and show that Pig who is the King of Potatoes!”

Grande nods and quickly climbs the nearest ring side steps. Maneuvering to the center of the ropes Grande grabs the top ropes tightly waiting to spring into action. Pig regains his footing inside the center of the ring facing away from the waiting predatory Dragon. Pig turns around only to be met with a standing Double Stomp from the top ropes Grande. Pig collapses to the canvas with Grande’s wrestling boots almost crushing through his face.

Pig lays motionless on the canvas while Ricardo grabs him by the legs flipping Pig over on his stomach and locking in a Boston Crab pretty far from the ropes. Pig is still motionless. The referee drops to the canvas and raises Pig’s arm, he releases. Pig’s hand collapses to the canvas. The ref raises one finger as the crowd screams in cadence.


The ref raises Pig’s hand in the air again and releases.


The crowd screams with the thud of Pig’s lifeless hand smacking the canvas. The referee raises Pig’s hand again and releases for what could be the end of the match…


One centimeter from the canvas Pig’s hand balls into a fist and then the “Shaka” symbol. The crowd erupts almost giving Pig retard strength and a second wind. Pig rotates his hips and sends Grande back first into the ropes. Grande springs off hoping over Pig who quickly hops to his feet and takes off toward the opposite ropes Grande is heading toward. Both men bounce off opposite side ropes at the exact same time and meet in the center of the ring. BWP almost decapitates Grande with a spinning clothesline. Grande flips head over heels.

Pig still pumped from the crowd grabs Grande by the back of the head and yanks him to his feet. Only to sending him smashing back to the canvas with a powerful belly to belly Suplex followed with a pinning bridge.




Pig can’t believe the Dragon Master still has fight left. Pig [places both his hands around Grande’s neck and yanks him in the air. Grande pulls his knees toward his chest and with the momentum from Pig swinging him he launches his feet into the chest of Pig. BWP goes flipping over himself backwards. Until he lands on his feet. Grande takes off leaping into the air landing on Pig’s shoulders with his junk in Pig’s face. Grande then flips backwards slamming Pig on his head with a standing Frankensteiner. Grande hooks the leg with a full mount pin.




Pig presses Grande off him and gets his shoulders up off the canvas just in time. Grande grabs his head in disbelief. Ricardo climbs to his feet and begins stomping the legs of BWP. Grande then drops a devastating elbow to BWP’s cranium.

No. Pig rolls out of the way and delivers a boot to Grande’s face. Another, another, another, and another that rolls Grande toward the ropes. Pig rolls the opposite direction outside of the ring. Quickly he drops to his knees and proceeds to crawl under the apron and beneath the ring. After a few seconds Pig emerges with a table in his possession. Making it to his feet Pig slides the table into the ring under the bottom ropes. The referee realizes what is happening and instantly begins to try and remove the table. Pig doesn’t take to kindly to the referee’s actions.

“Hey fucker, you get your bitch mittens off that fucking table and if you call this match due to some xtreme motherfucking measures, I’ll make sure to put you through this table instead of that fuckin DRAGON fucker! Kapeesch!?”

The referee nods in agreement as he lets go of his grip on the table. Pig still full of piss and vinegar rolls back into the ring and quickly grabs Grande who has made it back to his feet in a Maui Thai clench. With his palms placed forcefully on the back of Grande’s head, Pig torques his feet and hips delivering a solid knee to Grande’s ribs and then an elbow to his enemy’s jaw. Pig then begins to yank Grande around to the left, right, forward, backward, and all about. Disorienting him a little before delivering some more blows. Seven different punches from seven different angles. Pig then Irish Whips Grande into the ropes. Ricardo bounces off and is turned inside out with a Discus Clothesline. While Grande is laid out, Pig makes his way back to the table he had brought in the ring.

Pig grabs it and sets it up vertically in one of the turnbuckles. Pig smacks the table a few times getting the crowd to ignite in a thunderous roar of excitement. Pig then turns around only to be caught with a three sixty headbutt from Mike off the top ropes. Pig slams into the table without breaking it. Mike then rises on his hind legs and lets out flamethrower like flame from his mouth aimed toward Pig and the table. The flames clear. Ricardo is on his feet. Pig and the table are engulfed in flames. Ricardo takes off sprinting like a linebacker from hell.

I do Cocaine! Through a fucking flaming table. Grande Ricardo couldn’t have taken advantage of a golden opportunity. Pig begins rolling around the ring until the flames are extinguished from his body. Mike scurries like a scaled four legged being toward his best bud Grande. Mike smacks him in the face with his tail trying to get him motivated to climb to his feet. At this point in time the crowd is devided, giving props to both wrestlers.

“Grande Ricardo! Bearded War Pig! Grande Ricardo! Bearded War Pig! Grande Ricardo! Bearded War Pig!”

Both men begin to stir. They make it on all fours. Now to both knees. One knee. The entire audience rises to their feet as does both gladiators in the ring. Both men take off toward one another. Pig attempts a Clothesline, Grande ducks’ underneath. Bounces off the ropes and nails Pig with a flying forearm. Pig takes the blow as if it was a baby gust of wind. Pig boots Grande and bounces off the ropes. Grande climbs to his feet and is knocked back down with a clothesline. Grande quickly hops back to his feet and is caught with another clothesline. Pig goes for a third, Mike breathes fire toward him again. Pig blocks the flames with his arm. Running toward Grande with a flaming forearm, Pig spins like a flaming tornado.

Flaming Discus Clothesline!

The momentum of Pig pancakes Grande instantly. Leaving his face slightly burned. Pig pats the flames off his arm and begins to execute his modified “suck it” body signal toward the down and out Grande Ricardo…

Bearded War Pig will be on the defense or ropes if you must when all of a sudden he will have a flashback from his time served overseas in Afghanistan. Usually starting off with aiming pretend m4's in the air and mocking machine gun fire as his opponent continues to throw punches that have no effect on B.W.P (Bearded War Pig), much like Mr. America or Hulk Hogans hulking out. B.W.P will then proceed to reenact scenes from his past, rolling around, tossing imaginary grenades, screaming phrases such as: "Boys we are in the shit now!" "Die Mother Fucker Die!" and "Fear the Infidel Goat Fucker!" After a minute or two of his flashback antics, B.W.P then goes on an all-out onslaught led with a hard skull crushing headbutt out of nowhere. B.W.P then grabs his opponent around the neck with a Muay Thai clinch and begins delivering cyclic knees to both sides of their rib cage, while maneuvering them toward the nearest turnbuckle. Once in the turnbuckle B.W.P delivers a couple Muay Thai elbows to the temples of his enemy. He then lifts their dazed bodies to the top and begins climbing once to the second turnbuckle he delivers a few punches to make sure they are still dazed. Bearded War Pig then climbs to the top as well and delivers a backflip German Suplex.


Nigga what?

BWP covers Ricardo!




Pig gets him!

Winner - Bearded War Pig

Luca are you ready for our first title defense of the night?

Man you know this! The A in Arzegotti stands for Always Ready!

That's a lie. You just made that up right now.

Bitch just talk about the match.

As "Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest begins we watch as Robert "The Omega" Main slowly rises up from the depths of the stage, his back turned to the ring as he rolls his shoulders.

The following match is a Tables match for the Hart Championship! Coming down to the ring the challenger, weighing in at 220 lbs, from Las Vegas, Nevada! He is The Omega, Robert Main!

Following Tig's introduction, he turns as the music begins to rise, and after the lyrics "I make them for you" hit the speakers, just as the sting hits, he raises his firearm to the sky, pulls the trigger and unleashes an automatic salvo that has his pockets of fans around the arena cheering enthusiastically. He then hops off the small platform, passes his weapon to a crewman and begins to walk to the ring, avoiding the outstretched hands of the fans in disgust along the way. Once Robert reaches the apron, he eyes those in the ring, smirks, then ascends the stairs to his corner and steps between the ropes exuding confidence.

And now, weighing in at 215lbs, he is the Hart Champion, from New York City, The King of The Jungle, Danny Imperial!

"Hail To The King" Blares through the speakers as laser multi-colored lights move haphazardly through the stadium. As the heavy guitar drops, two opposite flares shoot out from the base of the entrance. A crazed, grinning Danny Imperial walks out from behind the curtain, his Hart Title over his right shoulder. He runs a hand across his face, pulling back his hair.

He strolls down the ramp towards the ring, smugly glancing from side to side, giving Betsys in the crowd a wink as he passes them. He slides smoothly into the ring, crawling up to Main and keeping his gaze fixed for a few seconds. He turns away from Main finally, climbing up one of the turnbuckles. He holds up the Hart Title, as the crowd cheers him on.

Mika steps between the two wrestlers, the tension tight in the air. After reminding both of them that she was in charge and her word was law in the ring, she calls for the bell. Robert Main has an aloof smile on his face, challenging the champion to come at him with a beckon. Danny snarls, licking his lips and takes a step toward him. Main stands his ground, allowing Danny to come right up to him, Danny staring Main down and breathing heavily.

Which one of these men will be the first to strike Luca?

I couldn’t care less, one of these idiots need to start, we don’t have all day Pip. We have some tables to break!

Danny’s snarl turns into a smile suddenly before he throws a punch right at Main, which is caught at the wrist with Robert’s own. Grunting in frustration, Danny kicks out at Main’s knee, managing to strike this time and causing a momentary stumble in the man. Main quickly recovers, stepping back to regain his composure before charging ahead.

Danny meets him in the middle and the two find themselves in a collar-and-elbow tie up, both men fight for dominance, but find themselves in quite the standstill in the middle of the ring. Robert drops his hands, sliding them around Danny’s chest and slips behind him. He goes to apply pressure, but Danny slips out quickly and reverses their positions. Danny lifts Main into the air over his head, throwing him into a German suplex but Main fights out of this as well and lands on his feet.

Looks like neither men is planning to go down first.

It’s cos the both of them just suck major d-

And it looks like Robert Main’s got the upper hand here!

As Danny tried to recover from the failed German, he gets up into get a hard drop kick to the face. Main lands on his side and quickly pulls himself back to his feet, Danny taking the drop kick, rolls towards the far corner of the ring and gets to his feet as well. He wipes the side of his mouth, adjusting the jaw that just got kicked.

But what do ya know, he seems to be smiling!

Yeah, weird little cunts, the both of them. Danny actually likes getting hurt.

Danny charges down the ring with the maniacal grin on his face and the two lock up one more. However the tie up doesn’t last for long as Danny slams a fist into Main’s jaw, rocking the man’s face to the side only for him to return the favor. The two men begin trading punches and elbows in the middle of the ring, each getting harder.

These two are really laying into each other here.

That sick fuck is laughing, look at him.

And indeed Danny was laughing in the middle of the ring with every hit. As the punches got harder, his laughs get louder finally culminating in him shoving Main backwards suddenly, causing him to stumble and allowing Danny to spring into the air and hit Main with a drop kick of his own. Main drops to his back, scurrying back on his arms and pulling himself up with the help of the ropes. Danny stays down on the mat, squatting and grinning.

[shadow=red] Come at me you little fuck, FIGHT ME. [/shadow]

Looks like Main’s going to give him just that.

Main runs towards Danny, prompting him to stand up. Main goes to clothesline him, which Danny ducks, allowing Robert to run towards the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back at Danny. Danny tries to hit another dropkick, but is thwarted by a quick duck. Main bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes back at Danny again, who’s just getting up to his feet. Not fast enough however, as Robert lands a running forearm into the side of his face. Danny drops to the mat.

Robert doesn’t waste any time, picking Danny up and lifting the big man up onto his shoulder. He drops Danny’s shoulder down onto his knee with shoulder breaker.

That’s a move we don’t see very often these days, the shoulder breaker. Really can immobilize man’s arm!

We don’t’ see it these days anymore before it looks funny, wrestling’s all about looking good and that definitely doesn’t look good.

Danny writhes on the mat, clutching at his shoulder and wincing heavily. Robert takes the opportunity to slip out of the ring and approach one of the tables that have been set up outside of the ring. He pulls it closer to the side of the ring looks from the ring to the table and back again.

Robert Main seems to be measuring up the distances, what does he have in mind here?

Robert slides back into the ring, but to his surprises, doesn’t see Danny Imperial anywhere in it. He turns around, yelling at Mika to tell him where Danny went. Mika flips Main off instead and asks him to just get back to the fight. Main asks Mika to fuck off, and turns away from her just as Danny slides back in to the ring from his hiding place outside. Coming up from behind Mika, he wraps his arms under the arms of Main and throws him back into a snapdragon suplex. Main lands on the back of his head, clutching at it.

Danny slides along the mat, getting to the left side of Main. Pulling Main by the hair, and holding a knee into the side of Main’s neck, he applies pressure on the man’s already hurting neck.

Looks to be methodical neck targeting from Danny Imperial here.

Main starts to fight back, throwing fists into the thighs of Main, whilst using his other hand to pry the fingers out of his hair. Danny breaks the hold, sliding along the mat away from Main, allowing him to get to his feet. Main holds his neck, as he does, and see’s Danny run towards him from across the ring. Danny tries to take him down with a clothesline, which is quickly reversed by Main by ducking under it but stopping Danny with his arm to Danny’s neck. And sliding into a quick drop toe hold, slamming Danny’s head face-first into the mat.

Releasing the toe hold, Main picks Danny up and drives his elbows into the side of Danny as he does so. He wraps his arm around the Danny and lifts him up into a tiger suplex slamming Danny down on his neck now.

These two are quit the fans of the suplex aren’t they?

Don’t ask me questions Pip, watch the match.

We’re commentating Luca, this is literally our job.

Main holds onto Danny, lifting him up again and throwing him into another viscious tiger suplex. Danny slams into his neck once again, and grunts loudly in pain. This time, he manages to break the hold, around his arms, and crawls away from Main quickly before he can get picked up for another suplex.

This time it’s Main that’s laughing, as he runs his hands throw his hair to get it off his face. He’s dripping in sweat now and his gaze goes back to the table outside. Danny is still on the mat, seated now and holding his neck in pain.

[shadow=orange] Why don’t we break some tables Danny, why don’t I cause you some pain? [/shadow]

Danny chuckles through the pain, nodding at Main. He gets to his feet and the two meet in the middle of the ring for the third time, slamming punch after punch into each other. With each punch, the crowd cheers for the man throwing it.







Danny slides under one of Main’s arms and runs towards the ropes. Bouncing off them, just as Main turns around to face him, Danny takes Robert clean off his feet with a rib-shattering spear.


Contain yourself Pip, it ain’t Rhyno!

Danny picks Main up to his feet quickly, and throws him towards the ropes.

Main comes back towards Danny, as Danny goes for another spear! But Main leapfrogs over him. Danny stumbles back towards the edge of the ring and turns around as Robert comes at him with a running forearm!

No! Danny lifts Main in the air with a flapjack and goes to throw Main over the ropes!

The table Robert had set up is out there! Is it over?!

Robert flies over the ropes, and sees the table!

With a last ditch effort he manages to catch his leg on the top rope, pulling him close enough to the ring that as his head slams into the apron instead, it narrowly misses the table. The contact with the ring apron busts Main right open as fresh red blood coats the side of the mat.

Danny grins to himself at the sight, running towards him with a baseball slide. The double legged slide cracks the back of Main’s head, rolling him ONTO the table outside!

Oh dear lord, what’s Danny going to do?!
Put Main through the bloody table, what else ya dimwit?

Danny gets to his feet quickly and bounces off the opposite ropes once more. He runs towards the edge of the ring and bends down to jump over the ropes!

Main rolls out of the way, falling off the table and landing on the outside of the ring.

Danny no!

Danny catching himself at the last moment, stopping his body in the peak of it’s inertia forward by grabbing onto the ropes

Close call there for Danny Imperial, who almost lost his title by putting himself through a table.

Honestly Pip, I wouldn’t be surprised, this dimwit probably thinks that’s how you win this match.

Danny snarls in frustration, sliding through the ropes and exiting the ring. His hand reaches under the ring apron and he seems to be looking for something. His fingers curl around a steel chair but as he pulls it out Main seems to have recovered and hits him with a double axe-handle to the back of the head. Danny drops the chair, but only for it to be picked up by Robert.

I don’t like the look in Roberts eye, Luca.

Maybe stop being a faggot and looking him in the eyes then, Pip.

Robert raises the chair above his head and brings it down onto Danny’s back!


He lifts it up again and brings it down.


Danny arches his back in pain, holding onto it with one arm as he tries to feebily kick Main away with his legs. Main throws the chair at Danny, simply for insult, before he picks Danny up and lines him up with the table. He tightens his arms around Danny’s chest and throws him back into a suplex.

This might be it folks!

Danny, somehow, manages to slip out at the last second, landing precariously on the table but on his feet!

Some real athleticism by Danny Imperial there, he best be careful.

Don’t worry, his lack of brain mass probably keeps him light enough for the table to withstand.

Danny laughs out loud at the incredulous feat, before looking at Main and leaping off the table. Main doesn’t expect it and is caught with a spinning elbow from the massive man that knocks both competitors to the ground. The two struggle to get to their feet, both panting heavily.

Looks like this match has started to take a toll on our two competitors.

Danny manages to get to his feet first and he goes to lift Main up onto his shoulder. Packaging him and running forward. He drops backwards and drops Main into a running musclebuster!

KINGDOM COME! Danny just hit the Kingdom Come! Is this the end of Main?

He’s not done just yet, and we both know it’s going to take more than that to knock Main out.

Danny whips Main towards the apron hard, almost falling down from the strength. Main slams rib-first into the apron, clutching it and crying out. His head is still bleeding, the blood dripping all over his face now. He turns around, using the apron to hold himself up. Danny runs towards him and leaps into the air for a headshrinker. Main drops to his knees at the last second and hits a quick low blow on the airborne Imperial, who slams face first into the apron and busts his face up this time.

Both men are bleeding now! Is this going to be a bloodbath?!

I liked how Main did it too, real class.

You mean the low blow… Cheating?

This is a tables match, you literally throw men through tables and you think a such ingenious is cheating?
Main uses the opportunity to roll Imperial into the ring. Dismantling the broken table, he slides it into the ring as well. He follows suit and begins to set up the table against a turnbuckle, as Danny starts to get to his feet, trying to get the blood out of his face. Danny licks the blood of his lips, and snarls, revealing his blood stained teeth.

[shadow=red] I think I broke a tooth, you’re going to pay for that, Main. [/shadow]

With a grunt, he runs towards Main, who quickly turns around to lock him up in a tie up. Danny powers through, yelling as he fights out of the tip up, and pulls Main close to him, releasing him into a release belly-to-belly suplex, flinging Main across the ring, away from the table. He gets up quickly, still cursing under his breath and walks towards Main. Lifting the slightly limp body up, he whips main into the set up table.

What’s Danny Imperial thinking here?!

Erm, he’s thinking of winning this match, Pip.

Danny runs towards Main, and goes for a Spear.


Main lifts a boot up at the last second, kicking Danny in the side of the head and pushing himself off the table. Danny tumbles to the mat narrowly missing the table one again!

Main could have just moved out of the way and he’d have had this match won.

Don’t think that’ll be enough for either of these sick fucks.

Main pushes himself to his feet, and picks up the dazed Danny, he turns Danny away from him and lifts him into the air, dropping his back onto an extended knee.

This time it’s Main that’s targeting a body part.

Main leaves Danny to recover on the floor, as he shakes his head, pulling the table out from the corner and setting it up instead.

He drags Danny to the corner instead. He props him up on the third buckle and climbs up after him. Looking at the set up table, he lifts Danny up onto his shoulders.

This is it! Dead Man’s Hand! Looks like Main is going to end it!

With a yell of his own this time, Main measures out the distance.




Danny pushes off the back of Main, landing on his feet. He jumps into the air, flipping back and hitting Robert Main with pele kick. Main falls onto the mat. Danny rolls to his feet, dragging Main to his own and swinging him to the ropes. As Main comes tumbling back, Danny throws him into the air and twirling him.





Main reversed the Imperial Insanity!

Hooking his legs around Danny’s neck, Main turned the Blue Thunderbomb into a Hurricanrana, slamming Danny into the mat instead. Main uses the table to pull himself to his feet, as Danny uses the ropes to do the same. Main drops to his knees again and hits another low blow on Danny Imperial, causing him to crumple to his knees as well. Main picks Danny up onto his shoulders, runs to the table and goes to try for the second time.




Danny elbows the back of Main’s head, breaking out of the hold and knocking Main onto the table face first. Danny steps onto the table, and looks around. He looks at the ropes, and a sick smile spreads across his face.

He gets off the table and mounts the turnbuckle, pointing at the fans.

[shadow=red] “Let’s give them a fucking show.” [/shadow]

Leaping off the third buckle,



Danny dives down feet first, but Robert Main sidesteps and spins around, catching Imperial by the throat and choke bombing him right through the table! The wood explodes and Imperial lies twitching in a pile of splinters.


Robert Main can barely stand, leaning into the corner as the bell sounds and an attendant heads his way with the Hart Title belt.

Mother of Zeus, someone get an ambulance!

I-I-Fuck that. I guess we have a winner.

We definitely have a loser. God...

Winner and NEW XWF Hart Champion - ROBERT MAIN!

We have arrived at our main event, and what a main event it is! The first 10 rows of the arena have been cleared in case of the eventuality that the ring EXPLODES here tonight!

The insurance nerds in the back have been earning their pay this week.

The shot pans over the gruesome looking ring ropes, covered in piercing barbed wire. The top rope on each side is affixed with C4, with a countdown timer currently paused at 30:00. Tig is currently on the outside of the ring, shooting nervous glances at the C4 as she makes her introductions.

This match will be an XTREME DEATHMATCH for the XTREME CHAMPIONSHIP! The ring is outfitted with barbed wire and C4 that will DETONATE if the match does not conclude within a 30 minute time limit. I have also been instructed by management to inform everyone here tonight that if you have not signed your LIABILITY WAIVER, please do so NOW and hand it to an usher.

Introducing first, the challenger, he hails from Los Angeles California and weighs in at 260 pounds, PETER GILMOUR!

The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then hear the eerie sounds of a bell being tolled and then an explosion of fire emitting from the entrance ramp. The beginning of COMANCHE by IN THIS MOMENT begins as the heavy guitar riffs kick in and red strobes dance around the stage. As soon as the verse kicks in, we see Peter Gilmour come out to the ramp. Peter bobs his head to the song as he comes to the ring. Peter gets on the turnbuckle and throws up an "X" sign as pyro goes off above the ring. Peter hops down and awaits his next victim.

Peter Gilmour has reportedly ordered Maria to remain backstage for this match.

And the champion, he hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in at 204 pounds, THE ENGINEER!

The lights drop to pitch blackness as the music hits, but Engy's typical entrance doesn't occur and the arena stays bathed in darkness.

What's going on?

Are you new? Something bad, duh. You know what would be fun? If for once, as a change of pace the lights went out and when they came back on we all had cupcakes. That would be nice.

The lights stay off for quite some time.

This is a bizarre turn of events here folks. I don't know what to say. Maybe it is a technical issue for once.

The lights still are off.

Get your tiny hand off my thigh!

It wasn't on your thigh!

A cry cuts the darkness.

Wait, was that a scream?

Finally, the lights come back on and we see what nefarious deeds were done in darkness. Maria has been roughed up and gagged, and she's handcuffed to the top rope of the ring!

Oh God!

Peter Gilmour instantly loses his mind! He goes to Maria and removes the gag. She can be heard shouting “IT WAS THAT FUCKER ENGY!” Peter checks the cuffs but is interrupted by The Engineer just outside the ring with a mic.

[shadow=green]Hey special. Remember when I said I would kill your love of this business? Yeah....about that. Tonight's gonna be the worst night of your life dipshit. [/shadow]

Engy holds up the key to the handcuffs, opens his mouth, and SWALLOWS IT!



Peter is completely lost to rage! He runs at the barbed wire ropes and THROWS HIMSELF THROUGH THEM, TACKLING ENGY TO THE FLOOR!


The countdown on the C4 has started, and Maria, seeing this, starts frantically pulling at the handcuffs!

Peter starts reigning closed fists down on Engy, battering his head. Engy tries to cover as much as he can, and is finally able to throw Peter off of him. Peter's body was scratched up as he dove through the ropes, and Engy already has blood seeping out of one nostril.

It didn't take long for the blood to start flowing.

Peter starts rummaging under the ring for a weapon and pulls out a Kendo stick. He turns towards Engy with it, but Engy tackles Peter into the ring apron, causing him to drop it. Engy lands a couple closed fists blows on Peter now before going to pick up the Kendo stick. Peter grabs hold of Engy's arm instead and whips him into the crowd control barricade. Gilmour builds up a head of steam and charges the champ, but Engy back body drops him up and over the barricade and to the unforgiving cement floor!


Engy clambers over the barricade as Peter is getting to his feet. The champ scoops up a steel folding chair and.....CRACK!....plasters Peter Gilmour with it! But that tough bastard Gilmour is still standing. Engy goes for another swing but Gilmour punches the chair right out of his hands! Engy looks surprised, which gives Peter just enough of an opening to scoop Engy up double leg takedown style and spinebuster him to the floor! Engy rolls about in pain as Peter picks up a chair. Engy rolls over and Peter brings the chair down on Engy's back once....twice...three times!


A lot of anger in those swings.

Yeah, meanwhile his woman is looking mighty nervous.

Peter hefts himself over the barricade and rolls into the ring. Maria looks at him plaintively. Peter looks at the cuffs again, giving them a good pull but there is no give. He allows himself an epithet, but due to the nature of the match there isn't even a ref in the ring. He has no one else to turn too!

Peter: I'll be right back!

Peter leaves the ring and starts heading up the ramp, but Engy explodes from out of nowhere cutting him off! He levels Peter with a diving chairshot! Peter goes down and starts rolling back down the ramp to the ring. Engy follows him down and delivers another sick chair shot once he stops moving. Peter grabs the ring apron to try to get up and Engy chair shots him again! Engy drops the chair and looks under the ring for another implement and finally pulls out.....A WEED WHACKER?!

LOL! Awesome!

Engy pulls back the cord on the weed whacker and finally it comes to life. He brings it up to Peter's shoulder and it starts tearing away at his flesh! Peter cries out in pain and shuffles away, putting some distance between himself and Engy. Engy gives chase around the ring. Peter rolls back in and Engy tries to as well, bringing the weed whacker with him but Peter drops a big elbow on Engy's head, stopping him.


It's time for revenge as Peter grabs hold of the weed whacker! He revs it up and brings it down on Engy's torso, hacking and cutting at it, causing blood to spatter about the ring. Engy curses and writhes in agony, crawling back to escape the pain. Finally, the weed whacker sputters out and dies. Peter shakes it, looking frustrated. Finally, he just lifts it up and brings it down on Engy's head, shattering the mechanism everywhere! Engy drops to his knees and Peter slides in for a pin!



Peter pounds the mat in frustration, looking up at the timer on the C4.


Peter goes to Maria again, who is pleading with Peter to save her. He hugs her and tells her he'll find SOMETHING! He rolls out of the ring and looks under the apron once again. He pulls out a cookie sheet, a stop sign, a crutch...nothing that will help him break the handcuffs!

Peter Gilmour needs to find something quickly. Somebody backstage has got to be watching, get something out here!

What's stopping you?

My integrity as a broadcaster not to interfere!

Right, right. You're one of those people who if you saw a guy on fire your first grab would be your cell phone and not a bucket of water, eh?

Peter rolls back in the ring, and starts pacing. By this point, Engy has pulled himself to his feet. Maria calls out a warning as Engy grabs him from behind and spins him around, planting him with a quick DDT!


Engy grabs Peter by the back of his shirt, pulling him over to the barbed wire. He sits down on Peter's back and starts pressing his face into the wire, grinding his forehead right into it! Peter growls in pain as he's opened up! Maria screams at Engy to stop! Engy finally stops and grabs the handle from the busted weed whacker, snapping it down on Peter's back and breaking it. Engy then rolls out of the ring and tosses the ring steps inside, but as he does so a referee starts running to the ring with a pair of bolt cutters!

Help is on the way!

Engy spots the ref and mutters angrily. The ref rolls into the ring carefully and puts his hands out, telling Engy he doesn't want a confrontation but that he needs to get Maria free. But Engy will hear none of it, he leaps on the offcial, bringing him to the mat and biting his face!


Eh, it's ok. Zebra's are a dime a dozen!


Engy kicks the downed official out of the ring and picks up the bolt cutters, but he turns right into a swinging neckbreaker from Peter Gilmour! Peter wastes no time bringing the bolt cutters over to Maria, who holds out her handcuff. Peter sizes up the cutters, but his eyes are now full of blood and he's having difficulty seeing. He wipes away the blood and Maria tries to guide him.

But Engy crawls over to Peter and grabs his leg! Peter brings the bolt cutters crashing down on Engy, but Engy is relentless! He bites into Peter's thigh and starts pulling him away from Maria. Peter headbutts Engy as they get into a grapple, and then he uppercuts him. Engy falls again, but wrenches the bolt cutters away from Peter as he does so and falls out of the ring! Engy gives an agonized cry as the barbed wire bites his skin. Peter follows Engy out of the ring to grab the bolt cutters.

Both men starting to look awful, slow, and losing blood at a small but steady clip.

On the outside, Engy swings the bolt cutters at the ring post, trying to break them! Peter wrestles them away! Engy goes on the attack and Peter swings them at Engy's head, but the champ ducks and he pulls Peter face first into the ring post!

Engy then picks the bolt cutters up and throws them up into the cheap seats! Maria gives an anguished cry as she sees her best chance of escape float away!


We are more than halfway to armaggeddon and I don't know about you but I have my marshmallows ready!

Both men and really feeling it now, breathing heavily as the blood flows from multiple tiny wounds. Engy is the first to move after some time. He rolls Peter back into the ring and gingerly follows him in. Engy forces Peter up to his feet and irish whips him into the turnbuckle, giving him a back full of barbs! Peter stumbles out of the corner and the Engineer drop toe holds him and synches in a camel clutch! Peter pries at the canvas to get out, but thankfully they're a little too close to Maria and Maria starts kicking Engy! Engy gets up off of Peter and approaches Maria menacingly. Seeing his woman in trouble gives Peter a renewed burst of strength, he rises up behind Engy wraps him up around the waist and dumps him on the back of his head with a suplex! He pins Engy again!



Peter needs to end this!

Peter ges for another hasty cover on Engy!



Peter bellows out in rage and frustration. He gets up off of Engy and calls up to the stands!


After a moment, the bolt cutters come flying through the air and land in the ring!

Must be a Peter Gilmour fan.

BUT ENGY grabs them and throws them back out of the ring! Peter goes to follow them out, but Engy takes hold of him, turns him around, kicks him in the gut and hits a jawbreaker on him! Engy then climbs over his body and gets out of the ring. He grabs hold of the bolt cutters and pounds them against the ring post again and again until they finally break!

Oh no.....

Peter, seeing the moment they shatter, can't help but look desperate.


Engy rolls back in the ring and Peter dives on top of him, just blatantly grabbing him around the neck and choking the life out of him! He then takes Engy by the neck and forces him up, proceeding to run his face along the barbed wire on the top rope! Engy calls out in agony as his cheek splits wide open, blood gushes everywhere! Peter's looking like he wants to hit all four corners, but Engy stops him with a quick shot to the ribs followed by a hip toss, and then a quick dropkick to the back of Peter's head. Engy collapses to the mat as disturbing amounts of blood pool on the canvas. Time ticks by as both exhausted men slowly start to rouse.


They both stagger up at around the same time, meeting in the center of the ring in a lock-up. Peter, the bigger man, quickly gains an advantage and he muscles Engy into a gut buster, followed by a back senton splash. He leans back on Engy to cover him.



3...NO! The champ rolls a shoulder up!

Peter pulls Engy to his feet after taking a quick breather. He brings Engy over to the barbed wire again, but Engy stops him and throws Peter into the barbed wire instead!


Peter slumps down in the wire, and Engy dropkicks him into it for good measure. He then grabs hold of Peter's leg and drags him to the center of the ring for a pin.

The champ finally deciding that discretion is the better part of valor and that torturing Maria isn't worth losing this match.



Hey Petey, maybe you should have just stayed down so that your woman doesn't get blowed the fuck up...?

Both men are spent! And again it takes them quite a while to rouse!


Peter looks at the time on the C4 and winces. Maria calls out to him “Peter, don't let me die.” Engy advances on Peter with malice in his eyes! He throws a punch at Gilmour. Peter can't bring a guard up in time and takes it, but he then responds with a shot of his own! The two men trade blows back and forth until Peter can pick Engy up and crotch him down on his knee. Peter hits a stiff short arm clothesline on Engy, but Engy gets up faster than he expected! Engy dodges another big haymaker and headbutts Peter viciously! Peter wobbles. Engy does it again! Peter wobbles again! Engy rears back for another and.....GILMOUR CUTTER???!!!!

What the hell?! I didn't even see it!!!

Indeed, Peter shocked the shit out of Engy with that Gilmour Cutter from literally out of nowhere! ENGY IS DOWN! But Peter looks at the clock, and then at Maria's pleading face! She's crying now. He's desperately out of time!


Peter runs to Maria,he hugs her. He looks at the cuffs again. There is nothing around to break them. Nothing except him! He breaths deep and wraps his hands around the cuffs. He pulls! But they're not breaking! Maria cheers him on. He pulls again! It's still not enough! Peter pulls one last time and the cuffs....they stretch....they stretch....and they break!

Holy hell I didn't know he had it in him.

He just broke through those handcuffs to save Maria!


Peter: GO, BABY, RUN!

Maria kisses Peter deeply and bails from the ring, stopping one last time to look back at him like she may never see him again. Peter waves at her to keep going and she finally does, but looks none too happy about it.


Gilmour watches his woman scamper off, giving Engy plenty of time to recover from the Gilmou Cutter. Pete seems to understand, not wanting to turn back around to face the champion but instead continuing to watch and make sure Maria is at a safe distance.

This is a real love story, Luca! Nothing has ever meant more to Gilmour than the X-Treme Title, and he's seemingly given it away to protect Maria!


Gilmour blows a kiss to Maria and then looks up at the clock one more time before turning around... and eating a big boot to the gut from the Engineer! Gilly doubles over and Engy gathers him up, lifts him in a powerbomb, and DROPS HIM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!!!


But instead of pinning the challenger, Engy smiles and looks at the clock...


... then pulls him up for a second powerbomb!

Why doesn't the Engineer just end this?! The ring is going to blow if the bell doesn't ring!

Engineer sets up Gilmour again, and starts to swing him down for a second Delirium Tremens... but somehow Gilmour finds it deep inside himself to twist free and snap Engy's neck with a mid-air GILMOUR CUTTER!!!!!!

Both men lie flat in the ring as the timer counts down....


Fuck it, I'm outtie.


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12-07-2017 09:41 PM

Good match engy.

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Was sweet role-playing with ya Main, congratulations!

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(12-07-2017 09:52 PM)Mr. Imperial Said:  Was sweet role-playing with ya Main, congratulations!

Great match!! Anytime!!

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12-07-2017 10:59 PM

Goot show!

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OOC: Welp Peter, we're dead. Zombie tag team?

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12-09-2017 12:30 AM

(12-08-2017 05:43 AM)Maddy and Engy Said:  OOC: Welp Peter, we're dead. Zombie tag team?

hmmm.. purebred killers add another member?

i likey :P

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