For a few weeks we haven't seen XWF'S Resident
. The XWF
Champion has been trying to overcome his fear of heights. Here we are in the canteen. Skull is in the kitchen area, cooking some food. Maybe Scully has been demoted from XWF superstar to XWF dinner lady.
He is wearimg a chef's hat, apron and chequered trousers. Scully has his back to the counter when he hears a man's voice.
Voice: Hey , get me some food... Now!
Scully takes a deep breath and turns around to see Dim, the XWF Xtreme Champion. Dim begins to laugh at Skull.
Dim: Scully... You little ..
Dim continues to laugh, he is in histerics. Skull doesn't say a word, he feels a little embarrassed. He closes his eyes as the sound of Dim laughing makes his blood boil. Skull picks up a cast iron frying pan, opens his eyes and...
Skull hits Dim over the head with the pan, knocking Dim on his ass. Skull looks around for more tools and grabs a fish slice. He slaps Dim round the chops. He runs up and nails Dim with a superkick. He climbs on top of Dim, hitting him with lefts and rights. A couple of XWF rookies begin chanting..
"Fight... Fight... Fight."
Dim pokes Skull in the eyes and kicks him away. He grabs a chair and throws it at Scully who luckily moves out of the way but comically falls over the counter. The two rookies try to help Scully, one of them jumps on Dim's back, Dim tries to get the rookie off and then drops back, putting the rookie through a table.
The second rookie charges at Dim but is nailed with a big boot. Dim lifts the rookie up and throws him through a wall. Dim goes into the kitchen area to find Scully, who is hiding behind a fridge. As Dim approaches, Scully then nails Dim with a wok in the nose. Skull grabs a saucepan which is on the boil, from the hob on the cooker. He chucks the steaming hot water and pasta over Dim.
Skull pushes the fridge and tips it over on top of Dim. He goes in the oven and grabs the tray off the top shelf. He pours it over an unconcious Dim.
" and Gravy.. Just the way you like them. Oh and there Mr.Brains! "
Skull sits on top of the fridge as a referee who was enjoying his dinner, is called over to make the count.
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