X-treme Wrestling Federation

Robbie runs in.

[Color=#ff6347]IF YOU YELL KICK OUT YOU'RE RELINQUISHING YOUR TITLE![color=#ff6347]

Magistral cradle!

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Main's main bitch with another one folks!

In between sobs, considering the starving children around the globe and here in the U.S. who would value a pepperoni stick as if it were made of gold, Robbie looks at the camera while Robert domes him with a length of dried smoked sausage.

It's a keto beating.

Main continues to whack Robbie with the meat product, now containing 75% more heart, lung, and kidney meat from at least sixteen different animals. Robbie stops his sobbing and rolls his eyes.

Are you through?

Main begins to just brush Robbie lazily with the meat byproduct, deliberately and slowly, the combination of sweet meats, salt, and cayenne pepper just making contact with the crown of Robbie's mask, not so much striking as just landing, then slowly dragging down the side of his mask, leaving a deliberate grease streak. Robbie finally bats the pepperoni stick away, sending it careening into the feet of Graves, who along with TK, had been watching all of this inane ritual unfold.

Alright, enough man. Enough.

Robbie walks away. Robert Main starts doing cartwheels. Graves does a backflip. TK starts doing some breakdancing moves as Move This by Technotronic starts playing. Macaulay Culkin walks into the room wearing a Relentless 90's t-shirt, completing the hype package.