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So we meet again Mr Wish - Fontanna - 02-20-2016 And just like that Fontanna picks up another loss! To say The Great Entertainer wasn't pleased would be an understatement. He was down right furious and Fontanna had to answer for his failure. The Great Hall was decorated like everyday was Halloween. Cob webs cover the corners of the ceiling. Burnt lifeless bodies lay scattered throughout the hall. Fontanna walks through the hall on his way to the Great Chamber, home of his master. His presence was requested as soon as Trax pinned him with a fucking roll up! Yeah sure Fontanna got a piece and at a few point's in the match looked like Fontanna was going to get the win...but no...another loss! At this point most men would step away from this game but Fontanna isn't most men! He just scoops up what little bit of his pride he has left and walks on towards the next challenge. The next challenge being made by another person from Fontanna's past....Tommy Fucking Wish! The man that gave Fontanna his first two losses in the XWF. Tommy laid an open challenge for anyone on the roster...so Fontanna saw a chance to at least get a small part of his pride back or at least prove a fucking point! So he accepted the challenge for one more match against what one would call a joke in the XWF! How this piss stain beat Fontanna in the first place is a mind bender but he managed to do it twice. Maybe Fontanna isn't as good as he thinks he is, or maybe he has gotten better then he could ever have imagined. Fontanna makes it to the giant double doors of The Great Chamber. He pauses for a second before activating the trigger that opens the doors. They open with a long creaking sound before resting in the open position. Fontanna walks through the doors and walks toward The Great Throne where his mater sat in the most sour of moods. Fontanna bowed to his knees as his master turns his attention to him... “ Fredrick...you did not bring me the soul of Trax like you promised me?” His voice boomed throughout the room. “Forgive me master. He somehow caught me off guard and it was over before I knew it. I promise it won't happen again.” Fontanna tried not to sound afraid. “Non Sense! You are a failure and I HATE FALURE!” The room shook from the force of his voice! “ If you just give me another chance I promise I will not let you down!” Said Fontanna still not making eye contact. The Great Entertainer looks less then thrilled to have a choice to make. Does he send Fontanna back into the pit of Hell or give him another chance. The silence goes on for what seems like eternity before his mater begins to speak again. “ You see I should just drop you off the side of The Great Cliffs and send your soul to Hell for all of eternity but I grow weak from the lack of souls to feed on. Souls that you promised to deliver to me if I saved your broken body! You have yet to deliver one soul to me and the one I really wanted you let him beat you! But you see I'm a patient being and I will allow you one more chance to fix your failure. Bring me the soul of Tommy Wish this week! If you fail me....well you don't want to fail me! Now leave my chamber you sicken me!” Fontanna stands up and turns away from his master and begins to head down the hall. He see's pictures of all the souls his master has claimed in the past including his first soul...the young Billy Jackson! We Fade to Black... So we meet again Tommy. Yeah the last time we were in a ring together you made me look like a bitch but that old Fontanna is long since dead. I have gotten used to how things work here in the XWF and thought what better way to prove that I have what it takes to make it here in the XWF by kicking your ass once and for all! It's no lie that I have a less then stellar record since coming into this company but that all changes once we step foot in the O2 Arena in London England. I'm not gonna lie Tommy I really don't know much about you since I was focusing on my career. I know you still put out the same bullshit promos you have since I came here. I believe you where smoking weed with a muppet from Sesame Street in one of your more recent attempts at sounding relevant. I'm afraid you will need more then stoned muppets and quotes from other wrestlers to beat me. I believe the first time we met I was a broken down excuse for a pro wrestler. I didn't put much work into trying to beat you. I even think the second time we fought I didn't even cut a single promo about our match. Just showed up and let you kick my ass. Well that shit stops now! The Great Entertainer has given me an ultimatum, bring me your soul or pay the price! Have you ever been burned alive Tommy? Trust me it's not fun but sometimes it's a necessity to get to the next stage in your REAL life. After I pin you for the one..two..three I will feed your lifeless corpse to my Master and you will feel everything that I felt. Your flesh will melt from your bones like a popsicle in the middle of July. The pain will be excruciating and will feel like it takes days to stop but I assure you after it's all over and you become one with The Great Entertainer, it will be the greatest day of your life! Look I know your going to be apprehensive at first and your going to have all these witty comebacks to try and make me look stupid, but it will all be for nill! I will not allow you to win this match Tommy! I will not fail my Master ever again. He has done so much for me and the least I can do is feed him new souls to make him even more powerful! It all begins in England and ends with your bloody carcass sitting in front of my Master! Look Tommy I'm not going to waist anyone's time. Obliviously your scared of me already because I haven't heard a single promo from you yet. Oh I know how you are going to play this. Your going to wait till the last minute and drop a bunch of useless promos at the last second and try to make yourself look like the bigger man. Well I could really give fuck what you do. I will deliver your soul to my master win, lose, or draw and there is nothing you can fucking do about bitch! See you in England mother fucker!
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