It is dusk, and the trees in the dense forest take what little sunlight that is left and hack it in half. It is quiet as the animals that roamed during the day clock-out while the nocturnal creatures of the night clock-in. The overbearing sound of crickets are taken over by a rustling in the brush. Something big is coming.

A silhouette appears in the distance. A large, bulky figure carrying something long across the broad part of their shoulders. As they step and stumble closer, it is clear as the XWF Xtreme Championship TItle Belt shimmers at any given speck of light that made it through the trees. It is none other than the Xtreme Champion, himself, Bearded War Pig carrying a dead deer on his back.

One step after another, it doesn't phase him as he trudges forward towards whatever his destination may be. He is trucking along like normal, but then suddenly stops, dead in his trax.

"What is that sweet, sweet, cigar-smelling smell that I smell just now?"

BWP thinks to himself.

Up ahead in the distance, he saw a shimmering light. The deer grew heavy and his sight grew dim, he threw it off to the side.

He approached a figure in what seemed a spot of darkness in the forest.

"Who goes there?"

He again thought to himself. He couldn't speak for some reason.

The win blew and the figure and darkness blew away with it. BWP then hears something behind him. The deer stands up and takes a couple of limps before leaping away into the forest.

Confused as hell, BWP doesn't bother chasing after what he was sure a dead deer. He continues on the path that he was taking before the strange encounter with the darkness.

Ahead, a cottage sits by itself with a bit of smoke coming out from the top of the chimney. BWP approaches it as a few dark clouds begin to form above.

Inside, an old woman sits back in a bed watching television. BWP walks over and stands by the bed.

"What the fuck grandma? You get in my weed stash? Your eyes are barely open?"

"Maybe."

The old woman, apparently BWP's grandma, says with a dark raspy voice.

BWP looks closer......











And closer......












When there is suddenly a knock at the door along with a CLASH of lightning and an instant down pour of rain. BWP walks over and pulls the door open and sees a familiar shadowy silhouette standing in the doorway. The figure steps forward out of the rain, is perfectly dry in his shimmering white suit.... It is the Doctor.

Doctor Louis D'VIlle.

Hello, my friend!

Doc says with his charming smile.

You have something on your shirt.

Doc points to BWP's chest. BWP is half-naked and covered in deer blood. He does not look down. Before he could reply he takes a kick to the gut and a LOBOTOMY FOR DOC!!!!!!! Doc covers the champ while grandma pulls off her gown to reveal an Official XWF Referee tee shirt!!!!! What the fuck is going on!!!! BWP's grandma counts!!!!!!!!!!!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!

Kick out!

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