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Thursday 10:45 The camera pans to the still decimated streets of Compton California and we see Khalif Compton at a cemetery. Khalif is looking down at two headstones the look on his face he covered by a hood.

Khalif: Ey Moms hey Bruh its K. Ey look I know its been awhile since I came by to see y'all, but I'm over here making big things happen. Tryna to put the family name out. Tryna blow up you know what i mean can.

Khalif slowly raises his head up and looks at the clouds they short depression look on his face when he turns into a smile as he continues to speech

Now that was a big win you know. First ever pro wrestlin match. I came out and destroyed that punk ass, Red Ninja. Slight work you know how I get down,but anyways I miss ya’ll like crazy. Moms if it wasn’t for you Keeping my ass in them damn Karate classes, I have no idea where I would be. I mean especially considering that one time (Khalif pauses to reflect) when those niggas from up North tried to jump me and I hit caught two of them niggas with roundhouse kicks like BOW! hahah. Well now look at me, I am getting paid to bust punk bitch asses on the regular.

Khalif pulls out a check from his pocket to show the two tombstones.

See Moms, I did it for you. I do this for you and and ‘Leel so that our family can eventually be known and remembered in this World. Once I get my chance to succeed in this this Fed I will be able to do something to bring back to Compton on the map. The streets need a hero and I think I can do that , and I got you to thank.


Khalif’s phone goes off, he quickly glances at the phone and realizes that on the other end he realizes that it is Paul Heyman on the other line, then looks back at the two tombstones.

Well Moms and Leel ya’ll know who that is. The cat that is giving me this opportunity , is calling and like you said Moms when an opportunity calls you have to take it hahah. I just wanted to stop to say I love ya’ll and I will be back soon enough to talk to ya’ll soon.

Khalif grabs his phone and proceeds to start walking back to his old brokedown Cadillac, and picks up to hear what Heyman has to say to him. Khalif nods in agreement to everything Heyman has to say as if he is a foot soldier getting orders from his general.

After hanging up Khalif quickly picks up the phone to call his friend, where his mood quickly changes from being humble to a more cocky relaxed mood.

Ey Cuz, you won’t believe this shit Heyman got me out here fighting two bitches and a tall ass nigga that has never fought in his life. Yeah it’s a fatal fourway match between me Ashe Dawson, ODB, and Morbid Angel. Long story short it’s another chance for me to beat down three scrubs real quick in real quick fashion

Esse (who can be heard through the phone): Ey Homes why are you calling these guys “scrubs” they seem like they could all be worthy opponents. Why do you think they don’t have a chance against you?

Cuz, where do I start. Man I can’t believe some of the people who this Fed actually hires. They are rollin out some dude to this match named Morbid Angel, I have no idea what to say about this guy except, I have no idea who he is and why he is a wrestler. I mean with that guys build, he probably got rejected to be a professional basketball player, and lacks the coordination necessary to be anything but a big ass wall. I mean it’s nice that XwF is willing to help that nigga Obama reduce the unemployment rate by bringing in no names and giving them jobs, but I don’t think they should embarrass the company. I mean there are plenty of other jobs for this nigga, like a Roadie or Janitor. Anything but a wrestler, but it’s whatever.


Then there is ODB. When I heard the name I was like ohhhhh sniddadap I thought he was dead, and when is the Wu Tang Reunion. Then Heyman tells me that it’s actually a wrestler that is neither a rapper nor black, in fact She is a wrestler, that has a decorated history. And Cuz that shit mad me fall on the floor. I listened to him try to sell me on the fact that by having her in this fight it might help draw the fans interested in having her fight, and I was like well who the fuck is she going to fight. Then he told me that this emo bitch Ashe Dawson was in the match and for a second I thought that it was going to be a mixed tag team match, and when he told me otherwise, I was like oh well I guess that it’s me two females and a future Roadie.


You know that Ashe Dawson has actually fought in this Fed for a little bit and he shot a promo recently where he called you “New Jack” and that the “Gangsta” thing is played out. He obviously doesn’t know where you are from does he?

(Falling out of his almost falling out of his seat): Yooooo You can’t be serious cuz. Ashe Dawson, talking shit, and you think that I should take him serious? Man I watched his last two fights and that nigga stays getting stomped out on a consistent basis and after every time he loses a fight he comes out and begs to for a rematch. Cuz I had respect for him when I first came here, because he is a dude that is from the streets that has had to fight for everything he has, the number one problem with that is that the Dude can’t fight. His best chance to is to keep growing his hair out and to start fighting in the womens division. I mean the men’s division is just not for him or her. And for him to say that I am a “gimmick”, cuz does he not see where we at every day. I stay in these streets, my family died in these streets and for him to come out and say that I am a gimmick. It’s crazy that this guy who is nothing more than a glorified jobber, and I think it will be hilarious when I hand him his next loss as I continue my fight to being the next big thing in this Fed.

Esse: Damn Bruh it sounds like something personal between the two of you guys.

Khalif: Nah Cuz not at all, it’s the simple fact that you talk shit about me or my family then you started a war. Plain and simple. But eyy you want to hit the gym, I need to prep for this fight.


Ight Young Bruh come scoop me up.

Khalif hangs up the phone, then proceeds to start up his car, blows a kiss to his families tombstones, then drives off into the sunset.