X-treme Wrestling Federation

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New guys looking over the place they call xtreme. Scratching their chins and smoking Phillies. Here comes the champ and is knocked out cold with brass knuckles to his glass jaw. Coverpin.
KICKOUT!

"I don't know who you are, but you do NOT deserve this belt." The man who snuck up on the former Champion and rolled him up, sneakily, said. "Until you've made a name for yourself, like me, I suggest you get to the back of the line until you earn you spot at the front!"

B.O.B. D, not wanting any more of a confrontation, quickly leaves with his belt.