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Fontanna · **12-01-2015, 10:05 PM**

Wow it seems like ages since we have gathered all together as friends. Exchanging stories of childhood terror that would later form a broken man on the brink of his own sanity. God can only remember where we left off. Fontanna would endure physical and emotional torture that would make a demon scream out for death! From witnessing the brutal murder/ Suicide of a Pastor and his wife or how about the time his mother slit her own throat as young Freddy went out into the world with his estranged father. Take your pick...Fontanna is fucked up!

The greatest day of Fontanna's life was the day he met his Halloween Queen Nikki Haven. This crazy bitch just completes him, she likes it in the ass so she can't be half bad. The last time we have seen this self-destructive couple Fontanna was losing just about every match that he was in, but he wasn't going out like a punk! Every match he got better...then tragedy struck!

You see the XWF is smack dab in the middle of all out war with those CCWF ass clowns! Shane

, in his infinite wisdom, has unleashed all out anarchy on the world of pro wrestling. Guys from Japan are jumping across the pond and joining the fight. It's only a matter of time before something big happens and someone get's hurt for good this time!

Anyway...Fontanna had been pretty vocal about where his loyalties lay. He is firmly behind the XWF and would stop at nothing to tear Shane Carvers fucking head off! That was until Hired Gun attacks Fontanna from behind and takes him out of action indefinitely. Like a fucking coward the CCWF take out one of the XWF's defenders. See they fucked up though...they didn't get the job down. You see they forgot one very important thing about Fontanna. If he is still breathing then he is still fighting!

They fucked him up pretty good but they didn't kill him. He crawled his way through rehab and to the gym and has recovered in record time. Only to find out that the XWF was in limbo somehow.

No emails...

No phone calls...

No tweets....

No shows where booked, no segments where filmed, it was a fucking ghost town at the XWF headquarters. Pay checks stopped coming in and things began to get tight. Fontanna took a Indy booking from time to time and made a rare appearance back in Japan but he was itching to return to his unfinished business in the XWF. He lost sleep thinking about how The Hired Gun just took him out like yesterdays news and how bad he wanted to make him pay for his crimes! That's when the phone finally rang...

Fontanna and Nikki sat in some off the highway hotel in Butt Fuck Iowa. Empty bottles of cheap whiskey litter the dimly lit room. Fontanna takes a handful of assorted pain pills and washes them down with a swig of room temp shit whiskey. He lit the tip of a nice size cigar and slid back into the the bed. A bare chested Nikki Haven lay her head on Fontanna's scared up chest. His years of death match wrestling and his nightmare childhood had finally taken it's toll on Freddy's body.

Out of the silence the crappy red hotel phone rang out. Fontanna sprung from his prescription educed coma and answered the phone....

Hel..Hell...Hello...

Jesus Freddy... Slow down on the shit! You sound like death!

What the fuck do you want Andy?

Andy Feinstein was Fontanna's agent. Sure he was a Jew but he was Freddy's closest confidant besides Nikki. Turns out that Andy had the news that they both had been eagerly awaiting...the XWF is back baby! Fontanna slapped some water on his face and grabbed the car key's...

Come on Nikki...we have to go back...

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